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â˝âââââ one who yearns is one who earns ââââââĽ
ft. suguru geto
synopsis ~ months of longing. a week at a beach house. one shared bed, too much tension and too little self control. suguru geto has spent far too long wanting his friendâs roommate. far too long trying not to ruin her. unfortunately for him, when she shows up to spring break looking at him like that, he fails spectacularly.
tags ~ 18+ mdni !!! idiots in fucking love, yearning yearning yearning, geto's a masterclass yearner, lowkey slowburn? friends to lovers-ish, mutual pining, praise kink, dirty talk, pet names, oral fixation, piv sex, creampie, marking, size difference, belly bulge, light possessiveness, aftercare, geto's just down bad and i love him and i love this
a/n ~ gosh this was toooo much fun to write. decided to make this one a long(er) oneshot compared to the multi parts i had for choso n gojo, bc it made more sense with the plot i had in mind! hopefully all of u lovelies enjoy ;) and sorry for the wait <3
w/c ~ 17.4 k (youch i got carried away)
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your roommate brings it up three days before finals week officially starts, which already tells you the idea is terrible. the two of you are sitting cross-legged on the floor of your apartment living room surrounded by open textbooks, half-folded laundry, and empty instant noodle containers.
sheâs supposed to be writing a paper. instead, sheâs online shopping for bikinis. âi actually canât do this anymore,â she announces dramatically, laptop balanced on her thighs. âif i read one more discussion post iâm walking into traffic.â
you hum absentmindedly, highlighting a paragraph without processing any of it.
outside, rain taps against the windows in soft uneven bursts. campus looks gray and muddy and exhausted. even the frat houses have gone quieter this week. everyoneâs studying, or pretending to.
your roommate suddenly gasps. âspring break,â she says.
âwhat about it?â
âwe should go to your beach house.â
that gets your attention. you look up slowly from your laptop. âwe?â
âyes, we.â she tosses a sock at you. âlike. everyone.â
âeveryoneâŚus girls? orââ
âno, the frat too,â she says, smiling. âi want choso to be there.â
you roll your eyes, focusing back on your notes. sheâs been glued to her boyfriendâs hip ever since they got together. itâs almost sickening, if they werenât so perfect for each other. youâre rarely in the house alone anymore.
âdunno if thatâs a good idea,â you say, because your brain immediately supplies the image of suguru geto.
itâs geto. always geto.
your roommates notices your change in expression instantly. the grin that spreads across her face is immediate and evil. âoh my god.â
you narrow your eyes. âdonât.â
âyou thought about him first.â
âi literally didnât,â you mumble, pushing your glasses up your nose.
âyou literally did.â
you throw the sock back at her head and she dodges it, laughing. âyouâre soooo weird about him.â
and sheâs right. you are weird about him. not in an obvious way, no. whatever thing between you and geto occurs in fragments. in pauses and glances held half a second too long.
eye tag.
thatâs what gojo called it once after catching the two of you staring at each other across the frat kitchen while everyone else argued over beer pong rules. âyou guys do this every time,â heâd said.
youâd denied it immediately. geto had just looked away.
your roommate clasps her hands together. âplease invite them. choso already said yes if you say yes.â
âyou asked him before asking me?â
âwell, yes.â
you sigh, rubbing your forehead. âthe house isnât huge.â
âit has four bedrooms.â
âone of them barely counts,â you point out.
âwe can make it work.â
your parents are never at the beach house this time of year, anyways, and know youâre responsible enough to handle it on your own.
itâs few hours from campus along a quieter part of the shoreline. you havenât been in almost a year.
the thought of ocean air instead of stale lecture halls makes you exhale slightly.
âaha,â your roommate says, pointing at you. âthat was a considering face.â
âit was not.â
âcome on. itâll be fun.â
âitâll be loud.â
âonly a little.â
âimagine bonfires,â your roommate says dreamily.
âimagine property damage.â
âimagine volleyball.â
âimagine bail money.â
you already know youâre going to cave. despite everything the rest has somehow become tangled into your life over the past semester. in the middle of late-night food runs and campus events and parties is getoâs face and how you notice him before he notices you almost every time.
at parties, heâs usually tucked somewhere quieter while everybody else spirals around him in chaos. sitting on kitchen counters, leaning against walls with a drink untouched in his hand. watching. and eventually his eyes find yours, every single time.
the first few times it happened you thought you imagined it. you? nerd you? suguru geto looking at you?
but it kept happening. across crowded rooms and across lecture halls.
âyouâre thinking about him again,â your roommate says.
itâs his deep voice and calmness and the way he rolls his sleeves to his elbows when heâs focused. the exhaustion constantly sitting beneath his eyes lately because heâs balancing classes and internship applications and responsibilities and everybody elseâs problems too.
âshut up,â you say weakly.
âiâm texting choso. this is happening.â
you sigh, knowing that once your roommate wants something to go her way, itâs happening.
how bad can the trip really go, anyway?
âgojoâs already asking if the beach house has speakers.â
âtell him yes, but the neighbours donât like noise past 10pm.â
âgeto says he can drive.â your roommate looks up at you, chewing her lip, and youâre suddenly very interested in the notes youâve been trying to read over.
now youâre imagining geto driving, one hand on the wheel, ocean air and his stupid rings glinting under the dashboard lights
you stand abruptly, gathering your notes before your imagination gets worse.
thursday - eight days from departure
geto realizes heâs in trouble on a thursday night while half-drunk freshmen scream-sing nextdoor to music that sounds like somebody attacking a speaker with a hammer. heâs sitting at the frat dining table with an untouched beer beside his laptop, trying to finish an internship application before midnight.
keyword : trying.
because youâre here. youâre not even doing anything particularly distracting either. youâre sitting cross-legged on the couch in one of those oversized university sweaters, glasses sliding slightly down your nose while you argue with chosoâs girlfriend over how many bags of chips are too many for one week at the beach house.
you shouldnât be this difficult to ignore, and yet getoâs cursor has been blinking on the same sentence for six minutes.
gojo and toji yell something at each other from across the room. everyone starts talking over each other, except for choso, whoâs curled into his girlfriendâs side, and you.
you stay focused, tapping at your laptop with concentration pulling your brows together slightly. geto watches your mouth move while you talk.
thatâs becoming a problem too. noticing little things. the tiny crease between your eyebrows when youâre annoyed. the way you tuck your legs underneath yourself without thinking.
itâs gotten worse recently, or maybe heâs just stopped pretending it hasnât been happening. for months now, every room he walks in feels altered slightly if youâre there.
he hates how aware heâs become of you. worse, you notice him too.
getoâs not stupid. he sees the way your eyes snag on him before flicking away. the pauses, the tension, that look you get when he stands too close.
itâs there constantly, like static humming between you both.
âgeto.â your voice cuts clean through his thoughts.
he looks up immediately. youâre staring at him from across the room now, brows raised slightly. his stomach does something deeply irritating. âyeah?â
âyou havenât answered a single thing we asked.â
gojo grins instantly from the kitchen island.
âhe was staring at you.â
geto doesnât react outwardly. years of dealing with satoru have made his self-control nearly supernatural.
you, unfortunately, do react. irritation flashes visibly across your face before you glare at gojo. âoh my god, shut up.â
âam i wrong?â
âyes,â both you and geto say at the exact same time.
toji starts laughing so hard he nearly chokes. âjesus christ,â he mutters. âyou two are painful.â
geto drags a hand down his face slowly. youâre suddenly very interested in your spreadsheet.
cute.
âi made categories,â you explain, stuttering over the last word as you regain composure. âcolour coded. itâs a shared excel sheet so you can all access it too.â
geto smiles softly. youâre focused and bossy and pretty. he thinks he should probably stop looking at you like that.
âokay,â you say, tapping the couch. âcan everyone e-transfer me their share tonight so i can book groceries in advance?â
gojo raises a hand. âno. actually, toji and i pass.â
you run a hand down your face. âwhat?â
âweâre the entertainment,â he explains, like it makes total sense.
âeighty dollars, each of you, please,â you say, tilting your head back. âi hate all of you.â
âthatâs not true,â gojo says. âYou like suguru.â
the room goes quiet instantly. choso coughs into his drink. gojoâs girlfriend physically turns away to hide her smile.
gojo points between the two of you lazily.
âthe vibes are crazy.â
âthere are no vibes,â you say immediately.
âyou look flustered,â toji notes helpfully.
everybody starts talking over each other again while you try defending yourself with rapidly deteriorating success. geto says nothing, because while the others laugh and argue his eyes stay on you.
you can feel it too. he knows you can. that tension pressing tighter every time your gazes meet.
your eyes lift to his and his gaze flicks to your mouth for one brief, horrible second.
you both look away just as fast.
sunday - five days from departure
your bedroom looks like a clothing store exploded. bikinis draped over desk chairs, shorts hanging off your bedframe, three different pairs of sandals abandoned in the middle of the floor. âi hate everything,â you announce.
your roommate barely glances up from where sheâs laying across your bed with choso half beneath her like a human mattress. âdramatic.â
ânone of this looks right.â
âyouâve changed outfits six times.â
âbecause i look weird.â
âyou literally donât.â
you turn sideways in the mirror, scrutinizing yourself harder. the dress is just soft black fabric that skims your body, thin straps, lower neckline than what you normally wear. you bought it for some finance networking event your department hosted last month because your mom said you needed âstaple outfits.â
your roommate sits up on her elbows finally, exasperated. âyou know most people going on beach trips are worried about, like, sunscreen?â
âi am worried about sunscreen.â
âi forgot you made a spreadsheet for sunscreen.â
âuv rays are serious.â
choso laughs quietly from beneath her, hands resting loosely on her thighs. you point at him immediately. âdonât encourage her.â
âi didnât say anything.â
âthe laugh felt judgmental.â
your roommate rolls her eyes before looking back at you properly. âyou look hot,â she says flatly. âactually annoyingly hot. if you donât pack the dress iâm stealing it.â
you scoff softly, turning back toward the mirror. âitâs too much.â
âfor who?â
you shrug. some part of you already knows exactly who youâre thinking about, which is ridiculous. youâre literally standing in your bedroom overanalyzing a dress because suguru geto might see it.
your roommate seems seconds away from teasing you about exactly that when choso speaks absentmindedly from the bed.âgeto likes that one.â
the room goes silent and you slowly turn around. ââŚwhat?â
choso freezes and his eyes widen slightly like he physically felt the mistake leave his mouth in real time.
your roommate lifts her head immediately. âwhat do you mean geto likes that one?â
ânothing,â choso says too quickly.
âchoso,â she says.
âiâm serious.â
you narrow your eyes at him. âhow would he even know this dress?â
another pause then choso makes the fatal mistake of hesitating. your roommate gasps dramatically. âOH MY GOD HE DOES KNOW THE DRESS?!â
âbaby,â choso says weakly.
âno, no, come back.â she grabs his arm before he can sit up. âwhat do you mean he likes the dress?â
âi wasnât supposed to say anything.â
you cross your arms slowly. âthatâs an insane sentence.â
choso looks deeply distressed now. your roommate softens instantly though, because unfortunately for choso, she knows exactly how to handle him. she cups his face gently, pressing a tiny kiss against his jaw. âplease?â she asks sweetly.
choso exhales heavily through his nose, cheeks going pink. weak man. he folds almost immediately. âokay but you cannot tell geto i said any of this.â
you and your roommate both nod way too fast and he points at both of you suspiciously before continuing. âyou wore that dress to the frat one night.â
your brows pinch together slightly. ââŚwhen?â
âwhen you came to pick her up after that finance networking thing.â
oh.you remember that night.
youâd stopped by the frat around midnight because your roommate was too drunk to uber home alone. you were still dressed up from the event downtown. heels hurting. hair done. tired and irritated because gojo had answered the door already yelling.
you hadnât stayed long, just long enough to drag your roommate upstairs to collect her stuff while half the frat stared at you like theyâd never seen a woman before.
apparently including geto.
âwhat happened?â your roommate asks immediately.
choso rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. ânothing happened exactly. some guy made a comment after you left.â
your stomach tightens slightly. âwhat kind of comment?â
âjust saying you looked good or whatever.â
âand?â your roommate presses.
choso sighs. âand geto got weird about it.â
heat crawls instantly up your neck. âweird how?â
âhe justâŚâ choso pauses, visibly trying to decide how much to say. âhe looked annoyed.â
your roommateâs jaw drops. âhe got jealous?â
âwell, I dunno, notââ
âchoso.â
âiâm serious.â
âwhat did he say?â
another long sigh. âhe said you donât even realize how pretty you are.â
your roommate physically collapses face-first into the bed, laughing into a pillow. you just stand there your heart suddenly beating way too hard. âthatâs notâŚâ you clear your throat softly. âthatâs not that serious.â
both of them look at you. your roommate lifts her head slowly. âyou are genuinely the dumbest smart person i know.â
âiâm not dumb.â
âhe said you donât know how pretty you are.â
âpeople say things.â
ânot like that.â
choso looks like he regrets existing and unfortunately for him your roommate isnât done. âwhat ELSE has he said?â
ânothing,â choso mutters, rubbing the back of his neck.
âliar.â
âbaby.â
another soft kiss against his jaw, pretty doe eyes, and you watch the fight leave chosoâs body. he groans quietly. âhe just asks about you sometimes,â he mumbles, glancing up at you.
your stomach flips again. âasks what?â your roommate says immediately.
ânormal stuff.â
âdefine normal.â
âlike if sheâs seeing anybody.â
your eyes widen slightly.
âor what her type is,â choso admits.
your roommate grabs your arm so hard you almost lose balance. âi knew it.â
âstop saying that,â you hiss, feeling too warm and out of place in your own body now.
choso keeps talking now that heâs doomed anyway. âthere were these guys talking to you outside one of our econ buildings a while ago and geto asked after if you knew them.â
you blink. you remember that too. two business majors from another frat trying very hard to impress you after class. geto had walked by while you were talking to them and you hadnât thought he even paid attention.
apparently he had.
âand,â choso adds carefully, âhe asked if they were bothering you.â
something warm and dangerous and twisting settles low in your stomach, and your roommate looks one second away from planning a wedding. âthis is insane.â
âitâs not insane,â you say weakly.
âhe likes you.â
âyou donât know that.â
ây/n,â she says flatly. âbe serious.â
you sit on the edge of your bed, the black dress clinging to your skin, and now all you can think about is geto noticing it. remembering it. liking it enough to mention it after youâd already gone.
your roommate watches your expression carefully from the bed and then smiles slowly.
friday - day of departure
departure day starts at eleven in the morning and immediately feels cursed. gojo is late, even though the meetup spot is outside the frat. toji's holding an iced coffee and is directing where bags are to be put instead of actually helping. somehow, your roommate's lost one of her sandals already. choso's carrying about fourteen bags (thirteen of which are his girlfriend's) and you?
you're standing in the driveway trying to figure out how seven people accumulated this much luggage for a beach trip. a seven day beach trip. âwhy do you have three suitcases,â you ask gojoâs girlfriend.
"two of them are satoru's," she says, patting her boyfriend's head, and he grins like a lovesick puppy. "i don't know why he has so many clothes."
getoâs car sits at the curb behind gojo's girlfriend's car - the two drivers for the trip. geto's leaning against it, typing on his phone, and of course the fact that he looks good pre-noon makes your heart pang. you can only imagine what you would look like standing beside him, what with your frizzy hair and crooked glasses.
he's wearing a dark hoodie and shorts, sunglasses pushes up into his hair while choso helps him load luggage into the back. you try not to stare but your brain seems to enjoy self-destruction.
because watching geto lift heavy bags with one hand while calmly reorganizing everybodyâs mess should not be attractive.
"okay," gojo announces loudly, clapping once. "vehicle assignments."
getp closes his trunk with a final solid thud. "my car's got the most space," he says. "why don't you transfer all the luggage over from the other car?"
your roommate perks up immediately. "perfect."
"there'll be room for one person up front too," geto adds casually. then he looks directly at you. your stomach flips so hard it almost makes you angry.
you glance away first. before you can say literally anything, your roommate beams. "great! y/n'll go with you."
you whip around instantly. "what?"
"you get carsick in crowded backseats," she says innocently.
which is true. unfortunately. âi can survive.â
âand i want leg room,â toji says. "no fuckin' way am i cramming in the back with the lovebirds," he grumbles, pointing to choso and your roomate, "with this fucker in the front." he points his thumb to gojo, who's smiling happily.
"then you can go in the front with geto," you say.
your roommate gives you a deadpan look. gojo's girlfriend sighs.
"toji, just sit in the back, please," choso says quietly. "it's only a two and a half hour ride."
he opens his mouth to retort an excuse but gojo's girlfriend promptly elbows him in the chest. he grumbles but settles in the back of gojo's girlfriend's sedan anyway.
geto looks almost relieved, but he quickly masks it with his typical aloofness.
your roommate grabs your shoulder, grinning ear to ear. "have fun!"
you narrow your eyes at her. âi hope your phone charger breaks.â
gojo leans out the passenger window of the other car. âpee break every forty-five minutes!â
âabsolutely not,â both you and geto say simultaneously.
gojo points between you both immediately. âtheyâre married already.â
you ignore him completely, mostly because geto is already walking around to the passenger side of his car and opening the door for you. which should not affect you this much.
itâs basic manners. normal behavior. except when you pass him, the scent of his cologne mixes with cool morning air and coffee and suddenly your thoughts short-circuit for half a second.
annoying. very, super annoying.
you settle into the seat while geto finishes loading the last bag.
the car smells clean, like sandalwood and detergent and something distinctly geto. you hate that you know what he smells like.
the second he slides into the driverâs seat beside you, the space feels smaller. you feel him glance at you before putting the car into start, and you're driving off, leading the other car behind you.
your phone buzzes immediately.
roomie: have fun on your first date â¤ď¸
you: iâm going to kill you with my bare hands
you shove your phone away quickly before geto can accidentally see. âyou have the address?â he asks quietly.
âyeah.â you pull up the map. âdid gojoâs girlfriend save it too?â
âi sent it to her twice.â
âgood.â
âyou donât trust them?â
you stare out the windshield where gojo is currently hanging halfway out the car window yelling something about his spring break arc. ââŚshould i?â
geto laughs quietly beside you and the sound makes your head spin happily. you don't hear him laugh often, unless he's mocking gojo. this quiet, real laugh is something you notice every single time.
after twenty minutes you hit the highway and you sink back into your seat with a sigh. âfinally.â
âyou stressed?â geto asks lightly.
âi like plans.â
âi noticed.â
you narrow your eyes slightly. âthat sounded judgmental.â
âit wasnât.â
âmhm.â
he glances at you briefly while turning onto the highway. sunlight catches against the rings on his fingers resting on the steering wheel. your brain immediately decides to become unhelpful so you look out the window instead.
for another few minutes, itâs quiet except for road noise and the distant bass vibrating from the other car behind, then geto taps the screen on the dashboard. âyou want music?â
âi donât mind.â
âyou sure?â
â...yeah? why?â you glance over at him.
âbecause now if you hate my music taste you'll have to be super polite about it and the car ride will be awkward.â
you laugh softly. âi promise it won't be bad. i won't be that harsh.â
his mouth curves slightly before he scrolls through his phone. music fills the car a second later and you recognize it almost instantly.
your head turns before you can stop yourself. âwait,â you say. âis this the smiths?â
geto glances over briefly. ââŚyou listen to the smiths?â
âobviously.â
âobviously?â
âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â
ânothing,â he says, clearly amused now. âi just didnât expect it.â
you scoff. âwhat did you expect?â
he thinks about it for a second. âsomething old. like classical music.â
"i don't mind classical, but the smiths have always been one of my favourites."
he flashes you a genuine smile, fingers gently tapping the rhythm of the song on the wheel. "i'm glad."
after that, conversation begins to flow easier. favourite albums, worst profs, gojo. (lots of gojo). he says something that makes you snort and that same small, real smile etches onto his lips and god, this is dangerous.
you watch the highway stretch under the pale morning sunlight while trees blur at the edges of the road. after a moment you steal another glance at him. he's relaxed, one arm resting near the window, sunglasses low on his nose.
he's so...pretty.
the thought hits so fast and hard it almost embarrasses you. as if sensing it, geto looks over suddenly. your eyes meet instantly and there it is again. that thing. that horrible, suspended moment where neither of you looks away fast enough.
his gaze flicks down briefly to your mouth then back up. your pulse stutters.
behind you, gojoâs girlfriend's car suddenly swerves slightly as gojo sticks his head out the sunroof, shouting something imperceptible.
the moment breaks. you clear your throat quickly, looking forward again. âtheyâre going to die before we even get there.â
getoâs laugh rumbles low beside you. âprobably.â
gojoâs girlfriend has both hands gripping the steering wheel like sheâs transporting explosives. âif you scream one more time,â she says flatly, eyes locked on the road, âiâm pulling over and leaving all of you on the highway.â
âthat feels hostile,â gojo says from the passenger seat.
âyou barked at a motorcycle.â
âit barked first.â
from the backseat, toji groans dramatically as chosoâs girlfriend shifts closer into chosoâs side again. âiâm in hell,â he mutters.
âyouâre just bitter because nobody wants to cuddle you,â she says cheerfully.
âwrong. women love me.â
âdo they?â gojo says from the front, shit-eating grin on his face.
âhistorically. your mother would know.â
âyou don't know shit about my mom,â gojo laughs. âshe doesn't have your fucking number.â
âthat's cause she gave it to me.â
choso quietly adjusts his arm around his girlfriendâs waist so she can lean more comfortably against him. toji gags loudly. âthere they go again,â he says. âthe worldâs most nauseating couple.â
"you're just single. quadruple-wheeling the trip. us, choso and his girl, and whatever the fuck is going on in geto's car."
toji kicks the back of gojoâs seat and the car swerves slightly.
everyone yells immediately. âif we die,â gojoâs girlfriend says through gritted teeth, âiâm haunting all of you.â
âyouâd look hot as a ghost,â gojo says instantly.
she snorts despite herself. from the backseat, chosoâs girlfriend glances down at her phone.
âtheyâre probably having the most awkward car ride ever right now.â
gojo twists around immediately. âyou think theyâve kissed yet?â
âitâs been thirty minutes,â choso says.
âexactly.â
âtheyâre not kissing,â his girlfriend says, though she sounds deeply unconvinced.
toji stretches his long legs out miserably. âthey do have weird tension though.â
âthank you,â gojo says, pointing dramatically. âfinally someone sane.â
chosoâs girlfriend smiles to herself a little, gaze drifting toward the road ahead where getoâs car moves steadily a few lengths in front of them. âi think theyâre both just nervous,â she says softly.
âgeto?â gojo laughs loudly. ânervous over a girl?â
if only they saw how bright geto's smile was right now as you talked animatedly about how well your finals went. with you and your legs propped up on the dash, smooth and perfect and he couldn't stop staring without seeming weird. how his heart skipped a beat every time one of your perfect smiles were directed to him.
if only they knew how gone for you he really was.
the second the beach house comes into view, everyone in the other car completely loses their minds. your phone starts vibrating before getoâs even finished pulling into the driveway.
SPRING BREAKKUHH
gojo: HOLY SHIT???
gojo: WHY IS IT HUGE
roomie: i warned u
you laugh softly under your breath as the other car practically screeches to a stop beside you. the house sits glowing gold in the late afternoon sunlight, all warm cedar and giant windows overlooking the water below. dune grass sways softly around the edges of the deck while waves crash faintly in the distance.
home.
you hadnât realized how badly you needed this until now. gojo launches out of the car first. âBEACH ARC!â he screams.
âinside voice,â you call automatically.
âweâre outside.â
âfuture inside voice.â
toji steps out next, stretching dramatically. âthank christ. my knees were touching my organs back there.â
everyone starts unloading luggage in a blur after that. bags thumping against the deck, music already blasting from someones speaker, and of course, gojo attempting to carry six things at once before immediately dropping half of them.
youâre hauling one of the grocery bags up the front steps when your roommate appears beside you wearing the smuggest expression imaginable. âso,â she says casually.
you already know. âdonât.â
âyou and geto looked cozy.â
âwe were in a car.â
âalone.â
âwith seatbelts.â
gojoâs girlfriend appears on your other side immediately. âthe sexual tension was visible through the windshield.â
you nearly trip over the doorway. âthere is no sexual tension.â
both of them stare at you and you adjust your glasses defensively. âthere just objectively is not.â
âyouâre doing the nerd thing,â your roommate says.
âwhat nerd thing?â
âthe glasses push.â
your hand drops instantly away from your frames. traitors, the both of them. behind you, geto lifts two suitcases from the trunk effortlessly while listening to choso say something beside him.
he glances toward the front porch, toward you, and your stomach does the stupid thing again. once inside everybody immediately scatters to explore the house.
gojo runs directly toward the back windows dramatically. âthe back deck is is insane.â
âdonât break anything,â you warn.
âyou say that every time.â
âbecause every time you almost break something.â
toji opens the fridge. âthis thing is bigger than four of the fridges at the frat.â
you kick your shoes off near the entryway while everybody talks over each other around you. the house smells faintly like cedarwood and ocean air, comfortable and familiar. comfortable. familiar.
geto pauses beside one of the windows quietly, gaze moving across the living room and you watch his expression shift slightly. he looks good, his hoodie sleeves pushed up, hair loosened slightly from it's usual knot, sunlight catching against his skin through the windows.
you look away before your brain gets worse.
eventually everyone gathers in the living room surrounded by luggage and grocery bags while you attempt to regain control of the chaos. âokay,â you say, clapping once. âroom assignments.â
immediately, âdibs,â both gojo and choso say at the same time.
their girlfriends laugh. âobviously,â gojoâs girlfriend says. "we can take the upstairs bedroom, if you don't mind? the one on the side?"
âdonât be loud,â you say, and gojo flips you off. within seconds choso and your roommate have claimed one of the downstairs bedrooms, which leaves you, geto and toji, and two remaining bedrooms.
the master, upstairs. the guest room, downstairs, which has a double bed.
youâre mentally calculating sleeping arrangements when geto speaks first.
ây/n should take the master.â
your head lifts. getoâs leaning back slightly against the kitchen island now, arms folded loosely. âitâs her house,â he says simply.
heat flickers low in your stomach at how immediate the answer was. before you can respond, toji lets out a deeply offended noise. âwhat,â he says flatly.
everyone turns toward him. he gestures broadly at himself and geto. âso your solution is to cram two six-foot-plus men into a queen bed?â
âyou survived the car,â gojo calls from halfway down the hall.
âbarely. my spine compressed.â toji points accusingly at you. âi already sacrificed circulation for this trip.â
your roommateâs eyes flick between you and geto so fast itâs almost cartoonish. âeasy fix,â she says. âgeto and y/n share.â
silence, and your heart drops to your ass. nobody says anything immediately because apparently every single person in this house has collectively decided to make your life harder.
you stare at your roommate. she grins back innocently. beside him, gojo's girlfriend physically bites the inside of her cheek trying not to smile.
toji shrugs instantly. âworks for me.â
âof course it does,â you mutter.
your roommate looks dangerously delighted now. âi meanâŚâ
you whip around. âokay, that's--that's enough.â
âit makes sense.â
âdoes it?â
âlogistically?â
you narrow your eyes. she smiles sweetly. geto has gone suspiciously quiet beside the kitchen island and when you risk one glance towards him he's already looking at you completely unreadable except for the faintest pink creeping up his ears.
your pulse stutters embarrassingly hard. âi can sleep on the couch,â you say quickly.
âabsolutely not,â geto says immediately. too fast. the room goes quiet again and you feel every single person notice the tension. especially when geto clears his throat softly afterward. âi mean,â he adds more evenly, âitâs your place.â
gojo looks one second away from exploding with laughter.
toji stretches lazily against the armchair. âwell iâm not sharing with him.â
your roommate suddenly stands. âperfect! problem solved.â
you stare at her in horror. âyou didnât solve anything.â
âyou and geto get the master.â
your brain short-circuits. you open your mouth to protest then glance toward geto again. his eyes meet yours instantly, and you both look away.
biggest coward of all - your one and only, y/n.
everyone disperses after that. gojo immediately starts trying to connect his phone to the speaker system downstairs, toji disappears toward the back deck with a beer already in hand, choso and his girlfriend vanish into their room carrying bags and giggling like a disease.
you flee upstairs before your friends can torment you any further. your heartbeat still feels weird - you hate that.
the master bedroom sits at the end of the hallway overlooking the water, all soft linen and huge windows glowing gold from the lowering sun outside. youâve always loved this room, not that you were in it often. throughout your childhood, it was occupied by your parents.
you especially love it at sunset. usually it calms you down.
usually.
right now all you can think about is the fact that suguru geto is sharing this room with you for an entire week.
it's insane and horrible and slightly thrilling in a way you refuse to examine too closely. you drop your bag onto the bed with a sigh before digging through your suitcase for something more comfortable. the drive left you sticky and overheated so you tug your shirt over your head absentmindedly, tossing it onto the bed before reaching behind yourself to unclasp your bra.
finally. freedom.
youâre halfway through pulling on a loose tank top when the bedroom door suddenly opens. you turn automatically.
geto walks in mid-sentence. âi was just gonna leave my baââ
he stops completely. so do you.
silence detonates through the room because your bra is currently halfway off your arms and your tits are fully out.
oh my god. you yelp immediately, clutching the tank top against your chest. geto looks genuinely horrified. not in a bad way but shocked, like his brain physically short-circuited. his eyes flick upward instantly but itâs too late because the image is already there now, permanently burned into his consciousness forever.
âfuck,â he blurts immediately. âshit. fuck, sorry. jesus christ.â
you make another strangled noise while trying to cover yourself and pull the shirt on at the same time. geto turns around so fast he nearly walks into the doorframe. âiâm sorry,â he says again, voice suddenly rougher than usual. âi thought you were downstairs.â
âitâs okay,â you squeak.
it is not okay. your face feels approximately one million degrees.
geto grabs the doorknob blindly. âiâm gonnaâ yeah. sorry.â then he practically slams the door shut behind him.
you stand frozen in the middle of the bedroom clutching your shirt to your chest while your nervous system completely implodes.
oh my god.
OH MY GOD.
geto descends the stairs with a flushed face and rigid expression - the kind of forced composure that immediatley attracts attention in a house full of idiots.
gojo looks up from the couch instantly. ââŚthe hell happened to you?â
geto keeps walking toward the kitchen. ânothing.â
âyou look like you saw a ghost.â
âsomething like that,â geto mutters.
friday - 7 pm
by early evening, the house finally settles into something softer. the unpacking chaos dies down, most of your group is watching the ocean from the back porch. youâre cleaning up dinner dishes with choso, who keeps (politely) asking why youâve got a weird look on your face.
itâs been four hours since that disaster upstairs. the awkwardness still hangs between you and geto, who canât look you in the eye.
you change into one of your bikinis eventually, tugging an oversized button-up over it before heading downstairs with your glasses perched back on your nose. the second you appear, gojo grins. âbeach time.â
âbeach time,â you confirm with a small smile.
outside, the air smells like salt and warm cedar as everybody trails down the private wooden path toward the shoreline. the beach stretches mostly empty around you, pale sand glowing gold beneath the lowering sun while waves roll lazily onto shore. your roommate immediately grabs your hand and drags you toward the water. gojo sprints in after you both screaming for no reason. toji lights a cigarette. gojoâs girlfriend seems reluctant to put her feet in the water but she explodes into giggles when the white-haired man hauls her over his shoulders.
geto hangs back slightly. he still canât think normally, not after upstairs. not after accidentally walking into the bedroom and seeing you half-dressed with your tits out looking shocked and all cute and soft beneath afternoon light.
jesus christ.
heâs trying very hard to be normal about it but the image keeps replaying against his will. the gentle curve of your chest and your startled expression and the way you scrambled to cover yourself.
he feels insane.
âyou good?â
geto blinks. choso stands beside him now holding a cooler in one hand.
âfine,â geto says immediately.
choso hums, not believing him at all. ahead of them, youâre standing ankle-deep in the water now while your roommate splashes at gojo nearby. the ocean catches sunset light in shifting ribbons of gold and blue around your legs and fuck, getoâs pulse jumps instantly.
your oversized shirt hangs open slightly over your swimsuit whenever the wind catches it. your hair glows warm at the edges beneath the fading sun while you laugh at something gojo yells from farther down the shoreline.
pretty doesnât even feel like the right word anymore.
itâs worse than that now. every time geto looks at you lately, something low in his chest tightens painfully. beside him, choso watches quietly for about three seconds. âyou should probably stop staring.â
geto tears his eyes away immediately. âi wasnât.â
âmhm.â
annoying.
they walk farther down the beach together while the others spread out ahead. waves crash softly nearby, the wind cool against their skin. âyou know,â choso says after a minute, âshe likes you too.â
geto nearly chokes. ââŚwhat?â
choso shrugs lightly. âiâm just saying.â
âyou shouldnât say anything.â
âokay.â
barely a pause before geto blurts, âdoes she actually?â
choso laughs quietly while geto rubs a hand over his jaw with a sigh.
this whole situation feels increasingly impossible to manage. before this trip, there was distance. space and campus distractions. now thereâs shared car rides and a shared room and seeing you every five minutes. and apparently accidental nudity.
and of course thereâs the fact that geto genuinely likes being around you. he likes talking to you. likes the way your brain works. the way you explain things when youâre excited. the little irritated face you make whenever gojo says something stupid.
itâs becoming a real problem.
âyouâve spent six months pretending you werenât obsessed with her,â choso observes quietly.
geto glares at him. âiâm not obsessed.â
choso looks unconvinced. fair enough.
the sound of you laughing (at something toji or gojo did, likely) hits geto square in the chest. thereâs something different about you here already. youâre lighter, less tense than you are on campus. he watches you push your glasses back up your nose while smiling toward the ocean, sunset washing warm gold across your skin.
beautiful.
the thought arrives with startling clarity this time, like he could spend an entire lifetime memorizing moments exactly like this. you glance back toward him suddenly and your eyes meet across the beach.
there it is again, that pull.
that awful suspended feeling like the rest of the world drops slightly out of focus whenever you look at each other too long.
friday - 9 pm
it's properly evening when you all head back to the beach house. the sky's a pretty shade of dark blue, stars shining little dots above your head. you all file into the house and you say something about not trailing any sand in, looking very pointedly at gojo.
salt clings faintly to your skin, your hair's a mess from the wind, and your brain still hasn't recovered from the way geto looked at you on the beach. you slip into the kitchen first to grab water, hoping for approximately thirty seconds alone to regain your sanity.
so, naturally, geto walks in immediately after you. of course he does.
you busy yourself with the fridge while he moves toward the sink beside you, sleeves pushed up again as he washes sand from his hands.
silence stretches, and it's not uncomfortable, exactly. it's worse - aware. you can feel him there without even looking. the heat of him beside you, the sound of water running over his hands. your pulse does something deeply irritating when his shoulder brushes yours accidentally reaching for a dish towel.
âsorry,â he murmurs.
âyou keep saying that this trip.â you regret the words as soon as they come out. why would you bring up that incident?
his mouth twitches slightly.
before either of you can spiral further or say anything else gojoâs voice erupts from the living room.
âmovie night?!â
you close your eyes briefly. saved by the idiot.
everybody migrates downstairs afterwards where the basement living room is. it's cozy and there's a huge projector setup against one wall, and an entire cabinet full of old dvds your parents collected over the years.
gojo kneels in front of it like heâs discovering sacred texts. âthis is so fucking cool.â
âdonât touch them with your greasy hands,â you warn.
âsnob.â
he ends up carefully plucking the first indiana jones movie from one of the shelves and hands it to you. "good pick? i've never seen it."
"great pick," you approve. you crouch down to the dvd player, fiddling with the wires to connect it properly to the projector. behind you, everyone's already claimed spots on the couches.
you don't think much of it until you finally turn around and freeze. one end of the sectional is occupied by toji's giant limbs. the rest has a very comfortable looking choso-and-roommate combo who are already curled into each other. the beanbag has gojo and his girlfriend squished onto it.
the only open spot left is beside geto on the loveseat.
your roommate suddenly becomes very interested in not making eye contact and gojo's girlfriend looks seconds away from laughing. you narrow your eyes at both of them before trudging toward the loveseat.
you sit as far from geto as physically possible, which on the loveseat is not very far. there's maybe a foot of space between you both ,close enough to feel hyperaware of each other's presence.
as the movie starts gojo's already stealing popcorn from his girlfriend and your roommate is practically asleep against choso's chest within minutes. geto's still infuriatingly still beside you, one arm draped along the back of the couch. not touching you, just there, and your heartbeat won't calm down.
you manage to balance this thin line of whatever-this-is between you and geto for half the movie, hardly paying attention to the plot, though you've seen the flick a dozen times. you keep gettind distracted by his arm (it's right there) and how if you inched just a liiiitle bit over, you'd basically be pressed against geto.
your bubble's interrupted by gojo bolting up from the beanbag, shouting about about a plot twist he 'totally saw coming,' and the volume of his screaming is so aggressive you jolt slightly.
your thigh brushes geto's. the rush that flows through you is electric and you both go still instantly. the contact lingers half a second too long before you shift subtly back except now geto's arm behind you lowers slightly. closer. his fingers brush your shoulder lightly and your pulse spikes so hard it hurts.
you stare very intensely at the movie screen pretending your entire nervous system isnât imploding, then his thumb moves - small absentminded circles against your shoulder through the thin fabric of your shirt.
oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god -
you stop breathing for a second and beside you, getoâs voice drops low enough only you can hear. ââŚthis okay?â
your throat feels weirdly tight. you nod once, his arm sliding lower around you slowly, careful enough to give you time to pull away if you want.
you donât.
so instead he gently pulls you against his side, warm and solid, your brain short-circuiting instantly. somehow curling against him feels natural already. your head settles near his shoulder while his arm stays firm around your waist now, thumb still tracing slow patterns against your side.
the movie disappears completely and all you can think about is him. his cologne and the warmth radiating through his hoodie and the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath your cheek.
your heart feels seconds away from exploding.
geto feels equally doomed. having you tucked against him like this is significantly worse than he imagined. you fit there too easily. soft against his side and warm beneath his arm. he can smell coconut sunscreen faintly lingering on your skin from the beach and itâs actively destroying his ability to think. he's also trying very hard not to tighten his grip every time you shift closer unconsciously.
from across the room, toji announces, with zero social awareness, âiâm cold.â
tojiâs voice cuts through the moment like a gunshot. you pull away instantly and getoâs arm drops from around you immediately like he touched fire.
âi can get blankets,â you say quickly, already standing.
âiâll help,â geto says, glancing at you.
âyou donât have toââ
âitâs fine.â
you swallow thickly and nod, walking up the stairs, legs feeling like jello, geto right behind you.
from the couch, choso's girlfriend grabs a pillow and hurls it directly at toji's head. âwhat the fuck is wrong with you?â
toji catches it midair, deeply offended. âwhat?â
âthey were having a moment.â
âhow was i supposed to know that?â
âbecause everyone with functioning eyes knew that.â
gojo starts cackling.
when you make it upstairs, the silence between you and geto feels heavy and sharp and you move the hallway quickly trying to regain control of your heartbeat while grabbing blankets from the linen closet.
geto stands too cloise behind you that when you turn accidentally, you nearly walk straight into his chest.
your breath catches. his does too.
for one suspended second neither of you moves.
the hallway feels narrow suddenly and you're focused on warm, dim light spilling softly across his face and his dark eyes fixed on yours. your pulse pounds violently as geto's face flicks briefly to your mouth, then back up.
you think heâs going to kiss you.
you really think heâs going to kiss you.
instead, he quietly says, ââŚyou donât have to feel weird about downstairs.â
the words feel strange and your stomach drops slightly. ââŚweird?â
his expression shifts instantly like he realizes too late how that sounded. âno, i just meantââ
âright,â you say quickly.
humiliation flashes hot beneath your skin. he thinks you misread things, or worse, that he did. you step back first, push your glasses up too quickly. âno yeah. obviously.â
geto looks frustrated suddenly. âthatâs not what iââ
âitâs okay,â you interrupt softly. âreally.â
the tension curdles painfully into awkwardness as you grab as many blankets as possible before he can say anything else, then practically flee downstairs.
everyone looks up when you return. you toss blankets at people mechanically before settling onto the far end of the loveseat, as far away as you can from geto.
your roommate notices immediately. so does choso. so does gojo. gojo's girlfriend would've, too, if she weren't out cold asleep.
geto comes downstairs a second later quieter than before and he hesitates briefly looking toward you, then sits separately too.
on the floor.
distance stretches cold and strange across the room now. your chest aches and you tightly pull a blanket around yourself, staring at the movie screen without really seeing it.
geto watches the side of your face in silence from his spot on the floor and from that point on the rest of the movie feels wrong. nobody says anything outright but everybody notices, because thirty minutes ago you'd been curled into geto's side looking soft and shy while he stared at you like you painted those stars in the sky over the ocean.
now you're curled up like a hermit and geto's face seems almost painful as he stares at his feet.
gojo's eyes flick between the two of you every few seconds with all the subtlety of a car accident. his girlfriend, now awake, elbows him every time
choso notices too, though heâs more discreet about it. he just keeps glancing toward geto occasionally like heâs trying to figure out which one of you panicked first.
(toji remains blissfully clueless.)
you stay tucked beneath your blanket staring blankly at the projector screen while the movie plays out in blurry colors you barely register.
geto looks equally miserable. worse, actually, because now that he's replaying the conversation upstairs in his head, he realizes exactly how badly he phrased it. 'you don't have to feel weird about downstairs'. god. he sounded like he regretted it, like he was trying to backtrack, which is the opposite of what he meant.
heâd only wanted to make sure you werenât uncomfortable. that you didn't feel pressured and that he hadn't crossed a line. instead he'd watched your face fall in real time. idiot. he's an idiot.
when the credits finally roll, everybody starts talking at once again. gojo arguing about the ending and toji asking if there's leftover chips and your roommate whispering something to choso while glancing at you.
you quietly push the blanket aside and stand. âiâm gonna go to bed,â you mumble. youâre not even sure anyone hears, but geto does. his head lifts immediately but you don't look at him, disappearing upstairs before anyone can stop you.
you trudge to your bedroom, straight to the en suite. the shower helps a little. the warm water and the silence as you scrub salt from your skin and try very hard not to think about how close geto had been in the hallway upstairs. or how badly you wanted him to kiss you.
humiliating.
by the time you finish changing into your university sweatshirt and tiny sleep shorts, exhaustion finally starts creeping in around the edges. the bedroom is dark when you return except for moonlight spilling silver across the floor through the giant windows.
geto isnât there yet. your stomach twists at the thought but you climb into your side of the bed anyway, pulling the blankets up to your chin while ocean waves crash softly somewhere outside.
you tell yourself not to care, then eventually fall asleep anyway.
when you wake up again, the room is still dark. for one disoriented second you donât know why your chest feels strange then you glance toward the other side of the bed.
empty. empty?
your brows knit together immediately. the digital clock beside the bed reads 4:07 am. you push yourself upright slowly. ââŚgeto?â
nothing, and the bathroomâs empty too. confused now, you slip quietly out of bed and head downstairs.
the house is silent, dark except for one of the kitchen lights left on.
and there he is. geto's asleep on the downstairs couch, or at least attempting to be. one arm thrown over his eyes, long legs awkwardly cramped against the cushions because the couch is way too short for him, a blanket half falling onto the floor.
your chest tightens. he thought you didn't want him upstairs and guilt floods through you instantly. you carefully walk closer. âgeto,â you whisper.
he wakes almost immediately. years of frat-house living apparently killed deep sleep permanently. his arm drops from his face slowly when he realizes itâs you standing there. his hairâs messy, voice rough with sleep. ââŚhey.â
you hesitate, suddenly nervous again. âwhy are you down here?â
his eyes flick away briefly. âdidnât wanna make things uncomfortable.â
your heart sinks. âyou werenât,â you say quickly. âi just thoughtâŚâ you trail off awkwardly.
geto pushes himself upright slowly, watching you carefully in the dark. âthought what?â
you fiddle with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. âthat maybe you regretted it. when...we were on the couch.â
his expression changes instantly, softens to something almost confused. âwhat?â
âupstairs,â you mumble. âwhen you said i didnât have to feel weird.â
geto exhales quietly through his nose then drops his head back against the couch cushions. âthat is not what i meant.â
heat creeps into your face again. âoh.â
he looks up at you then, eyes all sleepy and honest in the dim blue light. âi was trying to make sure you were okay,â he says quietly. âbecause i wanted to kiss you.â
your breath catches hard. silence fills the room save for the hum of the fridge, ocean waves somewhere outside and your heartbeat going completely feral.
geto's gaze stays fixed on yours. âand i wasnât sure if you wanted that too.â
you stare at him for one suspended second. âi thought you were going to.â
his mouth parts slightly, something warm flashing through his expression. âyeah,â he says softly. âi was.â
your pulse feels violent now and you shift your weight nervously. âyou should come upstairs.â
geto studies your face carefully for another second like heâs making absolutely sure, then stands. the couch blanket slips forgotten onto the floor while you both just stand there in the dark living room breathing the same air.
when getoâs hand brushes lightly against yours heading toward the stairs, neither of you pulls away. walking beside him somehow feels more intimate than the almost-kiss downstairs. your hand brushes his once on the staircase and suddenly your pulse is trying to escape your body.
neither of you talks much once you reach the bedroom either. itâs painfully awkward now in that fragile post-confession way. you hover near your side of the bed, and geto stands near the dresser rubbing the back of his neck.ââŚsorry again,â he says quietly.
âfor what?â
âall of this being weird.â
you blink at him then laugh softly despite yourself. âyou saying that is making it weirder.â
his mouth twitches. âright.â
when you both scramble into bed you face opposite directions, approximately three feet apart. you can physically feel the tension across the mattress. as you stare at the ceiling you're trying very hard not to think about the fact that geto is right there.
same bed, same room, close enough that you can hear his breathing if you focus.
saturday - 10 am
you stir faintly as the sun wakes you up, bright enough to peek through the edges of the blinds. you stir faintly, something heavy resting around your waist. your brows pinch together sleepily.
wait.
you blink your eyes open slowly and realize with immediate horror that sometime during the night, both of you migrated completely across the bed. youâre practically tangled together now, your head tucked against getoâs chest, his arm wrapped firmly around your waist beneath the blankets, one of your legs halfway thrown over his.
before you can even process it fully, geto shifts too, his arm tightening instinctively for half a second before he wakes up enough to realize.
you both freeze then very slowly, geto looks down at you. his hair is completely loose from sleeping now, dark strands falling around his face messily and eyes still heavy with sleep.
his voice comes out rough and groggy when he finally speaks. â...morning.â
his voice sounds unfair, deep and sleepy and warm against the quiet room. you want to choke. instead you stare at him for one embarrassingly long second before scrambling backward so fast you nearly fall off the bed. âgood morning!â
too loud. way too loud.
geto pushes himself upright slowly, clearly trying not to laugh.
youâre suddenly acutely aware now of your oversized university sweatshirt riding up slightly from sleep and the tiny shorts you forgot you were wearing. you can feel oil slicking to your skin and you probably look horrible, meanwhile geto looks basically offensively attractive for a man who literally just woke up. dark pools of hair fall over his shoulders, features softened
your nervous system cannot survive this week. âiâm gonna change,â you announce suddenly.
geto blinks once. ââŚokay.â
you point at him very seriously while backing toward the bathroom. âdo not come in there.â
that finally gets a real laugh out of him, low and sleepy. âwasnât planning on it.â
âgood.â you disappear into the bathroom before your dignity can deteriorate further and once inside you stare at your reflection while trying to regain basic human functionality.
you slept wrapped around suguru geto. comfortably.
eventually you change into denim shorts and a fitted tank top before putting your hair up and emerging from the bathroom again.
the bedroomâs empty and for a confusing second you think maybe geto left downstairs already, before movement catches your eye through the balcony doors.
getoâs outside stretching in the early morning sunlight. shirtless. warm golden light spills cross his skin while he stretches one arm over his head lazily, back muscles shifting beneath the sunlight. his sweatpants hang low enough that the sharp v-lines disappearing beneath the waistband are very visible.
extremely visible.
you feel warm all over immediately because sure, you knew geto was attractive. obviously. but this feels actively engineered in a lab to ruin your life specifically.
outside, he rolls his shoulders once before turning slightly and immediately catches you staring. your soul leaves your body as geto pauses then very slowly raises a brow. ââŚmorning again.â
heat floods your face so fast itâs almost violent. you look away instantly. âyou could warn people.â
âabout what?â
you gesture vaguely toward him without looking directly.
âthat.â
his laugh drifts softly through the open balcony door and when you glance at him again you see how prettily the sun catches against the winding tattoos along his arms.
geto watches your expression carefully and smirks slightly.
you swear you'll die before noon.
the house is (unfortunately) wide awake as you and geto walk downstairs. gojoâs voice echoes through the kitchen before you even hit the last stair. âWHY IS IT SMOKING?â
you immediately close your eyes. âwhat did you do,â you say, voice dangerously low.
ânothing!â
you walk into the kitchen to find everyone gathered around the coffee machine like itâs a bomb squad situation. steam hisses violently from the side of it and gojo stands there holding the glass pot. âi pressed brew,â he defends.
âwith no water in it,â his girlfriend says.
toji looks half asleep at the island. ânatural selection shouldâve taken him years ago.â
your roommate's eyes narrow immediately as she sees you and geto walk in. her gaze drifts to the living room, specifically the blanket crumpled on the couch and the pillow on the floor.
you grab a mug to avoid eye contact with her, geto moving toward the counter beside you like this is a completely normal morning.
gojo squints suspiciously. ââŚyou two look weird.â
âyou always look weird,â you mutter into your juice.
âtrue but irrelevant.â
âthe coffee machineâs dead by the way,â toji interrupts.
âi figured as much,â you sigh, examining the machine with a frown.
âhe killed it,â gojo's girlfriend says.
âit was weak,â gojo argues.
âit was a twelve hundred dollar espresso machine,â you say, rubbing a hand over your eyes. "my parents are so going to kill me."
gojo freezes. âit was how much?â
you groan softly, dropping your forehead against the counter. âiâm going back to bed.â
beside you, geto laughs under his breath, low enough only you heard it. your stomach flips and you glance at him accidentally and immediately regret it because his hair's tied loosely back and he's in a fitted black t-shirt that does nothing helpful for your concentration.
plus you know what's under it. worse - you know what it looks like first thing in the morning sunlight.
your brain needs to be chemically sterilized.
everyone slowly migrates toward breakfast eventually while arguing over plans for the day. gojo offers to toast bagels (provided he doesn't break the toaster, too) and your roommate keeps kicking your ankle beneath the island every time you look at geto too long.
âstop that,â you hiss quietly.
âmake me.â
youâre still groggy as hell from waking up at four in the morning and emotionally spiraling before sunrise so eventually everyone starts looking at you expectantly when discussion turns toward plans.
âwhatâs the weather?â choso asks.
you glance out the giant kitchen windows toward the water. clear skies, barely any wind. perfect.
âitâs gonna be a good beach day,â you say, wrapping your hands around your mug (yes, still full of juice. you'd kill for coffee right now). âwe can stay down there most of the afternoon.â
gojo pumps a fist. âbeach arc continues.â
âthen maybe head into town this evening,â you continue. âthereâs a boardwalk and some restaurants by the marina.â
âshopping?â your roommate perks up instantly.
âyou donât need more clothes.â
âcounterpoint, yes i do.â
âwe can do dinner there,â you say. âthen come back for the sunset.â
everyone nods along pretty quickly after that but getoâs not really paying attention anymore, because while youâre talking, sleepy and slightly disheveled in your little tank top with your glasses sliding down your nose, sunlight catches against your skin through the kitchen windows.
all he can think about is waking up with you curled against his chest.
you look over toward him mid-sentence.âdoes that sound okay?â
geto realizes a full second too late that everyoneâs waiting for his answer. ââŚyeah,â he says quietly, eyes still on you. âsounds perfect.â
after breakfast, the second you head upstairs, your roommate and gojoâs girlfriend follow immediately with excited little grins. you barely make it into the bedroom before your roommate shuts the door behind her dramatically.
âspill.â
you blink. âabout what.â
both of them stare at you. ây/n,â gojoâs girlfriend says flatly, âthere was visible yearning at breakfast.â
âthere was not.â
you move toward your suitcase quickly before they can corner you properly. ânothing happened.â
âliar,â your roommate says instantly.
ânothing serious happened.â you push your glasses back up your nose. you ignore their little comments and start sorting through your bikinis instead. âweâre focusing on beachwear now.â
âavoidance,â your roommate whispers solemnly.
âcoping mechanism,â gojoâs girlfriend agrees.
you throw a swimsuit at both of them and eventually the three of you end up sitting cross-legged around the open suitcase debating bikini options. âthis oneâs cute,â your roommate says, holding up a blue floral set.
âi dunno why i packed that one.â
âthis one?â
âtoo bright.â
gojoâs girlfriend suddenly digs deeper into the suitcase before pausing. ââŚwait.â she lifts a black triangle bikini from the pile. sleek black fabric and a tiny gold charm dangling between the cups.
you laugh nervously. it's smaller than what you typically wear - you prefer more full-coverage, something that doesn't let the plush of your stomach and thighs fully exposed. the top'll push up your tits way more than anything you normally wear.
both girls stare at it reverently like archaeologists uncovering forbidden treasure. âTHIS one,â your roommate breathes.
âabsolutely this one,â gojo's girlfriend agrees.
you snatch at it immediately. âthatâs too...much. i don't -â
ây/n, you're going to look amazing in it, no matter what comments you have to say about yourself or your body,â your roommate says. âyou're hot. it's hot. you're going to look good.â
âiâm literally not wearing dental floss to the beach.â
ây/n.â
âwhat.â
âput it on.â
five minutes later you emerge from the bathroom already regretting every life decision that led here. the bikini really is tiny.
the black fabric contrasts sharply against your skin while the gold charm rests perfectly between your chest. the top pushes everything up unfairly well and the bottoms sit low against your hips with thin strings at the sides.
you instinctively cross your arms slightly. your roommateâs jaw physically drops and gojoâs girlfriend just stares.
ââŚholy shit,â she says softly.
âyou HAVE to wear that.â
âi look insane,â you say, glancing at your feet. "bad insane."
âyou look hot.â
heat crawls across your face instantly, and you glance toward the mirror again. okay. maybe it does look good. âitâs more revealing than what i usually wear,â you mumble.
âand you rock it.â
eventually they encourage you to keeping it on and you throw on a loose white cover dress afterward at least, something soft and flowy enough to hide most of the bikini beneath it.
then you start filling your beach bag. book, sunscreen, waterbottle, lip balm, portable charger.
your roommate watches with deep affection. âyou pack for the beach like a divorced father.â
âpreparation prevents suffering,â you say wisely, and gojo's girlfriend laughs while you shove sunglasses into your hair.
the three of you head downstairs together where the guys are still getting ready. gojo's already shirtless and toji's hoarding chips and choso nearly walks directly into a wall when his girlfriend appears in her bikini.
geto looks up from the kitchen counter when you enter. you feel his gaze drift down your face, down the cover dress you're wearing, and your pulse jumps instantly.
gojo ruins the moment by throwing sunglasses at him. âbeach.â
everyone starts heading outside after that. the walk toward the shoreline is warm and breezy, sunlight sifting through dune grass while everybody talks over each other around you. youâre halfway down the road when somebody calls your name suddenly.
you turn instantly, recognizing the voice with a smile. âaaron?â
geto watches as a guy about your age jogs over from the neighboring property, grinning broadly. he's tall, sun-bleached hair, and apparently he knows you very well because he immediately pulls you into a quick hug.
âholy shit,â he laughs. âwhenâd you get here?â
âyesterday! i didnât know your family was coming down this week.â
âmom wanted the boat out, even though it's kinda early.â
you smile easily at him - you did practically grow up together, summer after summer.
behind you, your friends have gone suspiciously quiet.
âoh, these are my friends,â you say, gesturing to your group. aaron shakes everyoneâs hands easily while you chatter beside him naturally, smiling more openly than you usually do around new people.
geto watches the entire thing in silence and immediately dislikes this guy. he knows it's irrational but you look happy talking to him. not nervous or flustered, just easy and warm and familiar. aaron says something that makes you laugh and geto's jaw tightens.
logically, this means nothing. he knows that, but still. he watches aaronâs hand brush briefly against your arm while talking and suddenly feels the deeply primal urge to throw him into the ocean.
gojo notices instantly, of course, despite being a bumbling oaf most of the time. his eyes slowly widen behind his sunglasses. âheâs jealous,â he whispers as he leans towards choso.
âobviously,â choso whispers back.
the second aaron finally heads back toward his familyâs place, the group starts moving again. something's shifted now, though. you notice it almost immediately walking beside geto down the sandy path toward the beach.
heâs quieter. thinking.
gojo notices too, his grin getting increasingly more dangerous every few seconds. eventually he speeds up to walk backward in front of you both. âso,â he says brightly. âbeach boyfriend.â
âdonât start,â you sigh.
âhe looked rich.â
âhis parents are both lawyers and they own three beach houses here.â
âshit, well -â
gojoâs girlfriend drags him away by the arm before he can get worse. bless her.
for a minute itâs just you and geto walking side by side while the others move ahead laughing about something. ocean wind catches softly at your cover dress, your sunglasses rest pushed into your hair.
geto finally speaks. ââŚyou two close?â
you glance over. his expressionâs careful, casual sounding. âkinda,â you say. âi only really see him in summers though. it's been a while.â
geto hums once. silence stretches another few steps then before he can stop himself, he asks, âyou ever date?â
your brows lift slightly.
geto stutters, âi just meanââ
âno, i know what you mean.â you laugh softly under your breath a little awkwardly now. ânot seriously. we messed around a little as teenagers.â
geto goes still. you say it so casually, like it means nothing, and his brain instantly starts supplying images he absolutely does not want. you younger, laughing with that guy at bonfires, swimming together at night.
that guy touching you.
âoh,â he says evenly.
you glance at him sideways. ââŚyou okay?â
âfine.â
liar. heâs absurdly jealous which is insane because he knows he has zero claim over you whatsoever. (and yet he thinks about last night and how you almost kissed and that soft look in your eyes and he feels waves of jealousy wash over him again.)
the thought of anyone else having touched you makes something dark and unpleasant twist low in his stomach. the walk to the beach is silent and the shoreline opens wide before all of you again.
everyone starts setting up camp and the warm sand burns pleasently beneath your feet. umbrellas, chairs, coolers, towels are all placed in motion
toji tries to ram an umbrella into the sand with zero clue what he's doing and you laugh softly, setting your beach bag down near one of the chairs.
geto watches you from a few feet away while pretending to unfold a towel as you reach for the ties of your cover dress.
his brain short-circuits instantly, watching the thin fabric slip from your shoulders. jesus christ, that bikini is devastating.
sleek little triangle top, gold charm catching sunlight perfectly between your chest, tiny straps against your skin. the bottoms sit low on your hips with those little thin side ties and geto physically has to look away for a second because blood rushes south immediately.
fast.
heâs actually in hell because now not only does he remember accidentally seeing your chest upstairs yesterday, but he also has visual confirmation that your body is genuinely engineered to ruin his life specifically.
nearby, your roommate whistles. âsee?â she says smugly. âtold you.â
heat creeps across your neck while you shove your sunglasses on quickly. âstop making announcements.â
toji glances from you to geto and laughs under his breath. ââŚdude.â
geto doesnât answer. he's still staring until toji smacks his shoulder hard enough to jolt him back to reality. âget in the ocean.â
geto blinks. ââŚwhat?â
âcold water.â
realization hits instantly and his ears turn red immediately.
âshut the fuck up,â geto mutters. gojo walks by and smirks, shouting no way at the top of his lungs with absolute glee.
you look between all of them confused. âwhatâs happening?â
ânothing,â geto says too quickly.
tojiâs grin turns downright evil. âhe just really likes the scenery.â
your face burns alive instantly.
geto looks seconds away from committing homicide. he starts trudging towards the ocean, following everyone who's running towards the water.
choso's girlfriend stops him, pausing with the slyest smile you've ever seen in your life. ây/n needs someone to put sunscreen on her.â
geto stares at her blankly. ââŚokay?â
your roommate glares at him pointedly. âyou dumbass.â
when realization hits, geto goes still, cause youâre standing there in that tiny black bikini looking suddenly very interested in literally anything except him, and now heâs imagining touching sunscreen onto your skin for an extended period of time while already painfully hard.
cool.
great.
awesome.
gojoâs girlfriend physically drags your roommate toward the lake before either of you can escape.
âhave fun!â she calls sweetly.
silence settles immediately afterward except for distant waves and screaming from the water where gojoâs already drowning dramatically. you stand awkwardly beside the chairs clutching the sunscreen bottle and geto pushes a few loose strands of hair back from his face slowly before reaching for it.
his fingers brush yours. your pulse jumps. (his does too.)
ââŚso,â he says.
âmhm.â
ââŚwhere do you want it?â
you choke, brain interpresting that in the worst way possible.
geto's eyes widen slightly. âi didnât mean it like that.â his ears are turning red again.
âright,â you mumble weakly. god, the tension between you lately feels actively lethal.
geto clears his throat once. âi just meant sunscreen.â
âi know.â
âokay.â
you very quietly mumble, ââŚjust put it everywhere.â you realize how that sounds approximately one second too late.
geto shuts his eyes briefly like heâs asking the universe for strength then gestures toward the towel laid out beneath one of the umbrellas. âyou can, erm, lay down. or stand. dunno.â
you nod quickly, and the sand's warm beneath the towel as you settle carefully onto your stomach. geto kneels beside you, close that you can hear the bottle of sunscreen click open. your heartbeat pounds harder instantly.
âtell me if iâm using too much,â he says quietly.
âokay.â
cool sunscreen hits your shoulders first, then his hands. getoâs fingers spread the lotion slowly across your skin, warm palms gliding carefully along your shoulders and upper back.
heâs trying very hard to stay normal about this but your skinâs warm from the sun and soft beneath his hands and when you shiver slightly when his thumbs press near the base of your neck it certainly doesnât help hisâŚsituation.
geto swallows hard. ââŚcold?â
âno.â your voice comes out quieter than usual.
you hear him exhale softly through his nose and his hands move lower slowly, fingers spreading sunscreen across the middle of your back now, dragging lower and lower inch by inch. it feels intimate, the kind of slow touch that settles beneath your skin.
you wonder, briefly, what your roommate, or gojoâs girlfriend, or choso, or any of them really, think of the sight (if theyâre looking) geto leaning over you beneath the umbrella with his hair falling loose around his face slightly while his hands move slowly across your skin like heâs memorizing it. you lying there visibly tense every time he touches you.
âyou missed a spot,â you mumble weakly, pointing toward your side mostly just to say something.
mistake. big huge mistake because you throb as getoâs hand slides carefully along your waist, thumb brushing just beneath the curve of your ribs. as your breath catches so does his and his hand lingers one dangerous second too long against your side before pulling away.
ââŚdone,â he says roughly.
you sit up slowly, face to face with him at extremely close range. his hairâs falling into his eyes slightly from the wine, jaw tight, expression unreadable except for the very obvious tension simmering beneath it.
the moment snaps apart before either of you can do something catastrophically stupid. ây/n!â gojoâs voice echoes from the water.
you jerk backward slightly like youâd been caught doing something you shouldnât and geto clears his throat immediately and pushes to his feet a little too fast. ââŚiâm gonna get in the lake.â
âokay,â you say too quickly.
he nods once before practically escaping into the water, leaving you sitting there afterward feeling completely disoriented. your skin still tingles everywhere he touched so to attempt to distract yourself you grab your book from your beach bag.
it doesnât work. you read the same sentence six times in a row without processing a single word because all you can think about is the feeling of getoâs hands slowly sliding over your waist.
youâre hopeless.
your roommate and gojoâs girlfriend eventually wander back up from the shoreline dripping water everywhere and both immediately clock your expression.
âwow y/n,â your roommate says sweetly.
âdonât.â
âyour sunscreen is blended sooo thoroughly.â
gojoâs girlfriend nods solemnly. âvery even application.â
you close your book dramatically over your face. âi hate both of you.â
âhe looked one touch away from cardiac arrest.â
âiâm serious,â you say, voice muffled from beneath the pages.
âand you looked like you were gonna melt into the towel,â your roommate adds wisely. you groan into the book.
out in the lake, getoâs standing waist-deep in freezing water, mind still scrambled, because shit, he can still feel the shape of your waist beneath his hands. he can still remember the tiny sound you made when he touched your side.
he thinks you might have noticed his situation downstairs. the water helps a little, at least, and beside him, gojo suddenly appears floating on his back. âyou know,â he says conversationally, âyou were sporting a fucking hard-on.â
geto nearly drowns him. âwhat the fuck is wrong with you.â
âyou could see it from across the beach.â
âwhy were you looking, you piece of shit.â
âbecause you looked stupid.â
toji barks out a laugh nearby. âiâve never seen you this bad over anybody.â
geto drags both hands through his wet hair with visible frustration. he knows they're right. this is bad. worse than bad. you're going to be upstairs sharing a bed every night walking around in tiny little outfits and looking at him with those shy nervous eyes whenever he gets too close.
from your spot in your chair on the beach you glance to the shoreline again over the edge of your book. you make the mistake of seeing geto standing waist-deep in the water with his wet hair pushed back.
by late afternoon, you're all making your way to the marina, everyone sun-kissed and buzzed off coolers. there's cute little boutiques with sun-faded signs, ice cream stands, tourists wandering around with shopping bags, boats bobbing against the docks while seagulls scream overhead.
it should be relaxing but instead, everyoneâs acting weird. well, not everyone - gojo is still normal, unfortunately, which means heâs being loud as shit and trying on ugly sunglasses in every store while his girlfriend tells him he looks like a divorced dad. toji's carrying everyone's bags very bedgrudgingly and chosoâs girlfriend keeps linking arms with him and dragging him into little souvenir stores.
meanwhile you and geto keep ending up next to each other by complete accident, which is to say, absolutely on purpose by everyone else. youâre walking along the docks eating gelato at one point when your roommate suddenly grabs your arm. âcome into this store with me.â before you can respond, sheâs already yanking you inside.
you blink, looking back where getoâs left standing outside with gojo and toji before you get tugged into a store.
gojo smirks immediately. âyou gonna keep staring at the door like that?â
geto doesnât even look at him. âshut up.â
âbro.â
âsatoru.â
âyouâve had the expression of a war widow since sunscreen.â
by dinner, if possible, things have gotten even weirder. you all end up at this marina-side restaurant right on the water, string lights overhead and music drifting faintly from somewhere nearby.
the seating arrangement was personally made to ensure you don't survive the meal, obviously, what with gojo and his girlfriend together, choso and his girlfriend together, toji sitting like heâd rather die, and you and geto next to each other. close enough that your knees almost brush beneath the table.
drinks come, everyone's talking about the beach tomorrow and whether they should rent paddleboards. "we have the budget, but everyone has to pitch in," you say, which makes toji groan.
gojo says, "i saw that you can get a boat tour? we could go fishing or something."
you're all talking animatedly (save for geto, who's oddly quiet and keeps looking at you from the corner of his eye) then the waiter comes over. he's probably around your guys' age, eyes skimming over gojo's girlfriend tucked under gojo's arm, choso's girlfriend pressed against choso's shoulder, then you.
sitting alone, or rather alone-adjacent. âand what can i get for you?â the waiter asks you with a smile that lingers a little too long.
you look up awkwardly. âumâŚâ
âgood choice on the drink,â he says after glancing at your glass. ânot everybody appreciates taste.â
your roommate nearly chokes on her water and you stare at the waiter awkwardly. âthanks?â
the waiter grins. âyou guys visiting?â
you can physically feel everyone at the table stop listening to their own conversations. getoâs gone silent beside you, more silent then earlier. âyeah,â you say after a beat.
ânice,â the waiter says, leaning slightly against the table. âhope someoneâs shown you the good spots around town.â
you laugh weakly because what the fuck do you even say to that. âuhâŚâ
âhey, if you need someone to show you around, i get off at ten.â
âi think i'll get the chicken parm?â you say, laughing nervously. âplease.â
âor maybe i could just give you my number,â the waiter says with a smile that makes your toes curl in disgust.
geto finally looks up, slowly, expression completely unreadable except for the fact that he looks deeply unimpressed. âsheâs very clearly not interested.â
silence. complete silence. you even stop breathing, and the waiter blinks, looks between you and geto. ââŚsorry, man,â he says with an awkward little laugh, hands up. âcanât blame me for trying.â
geto doesnât even smile. âyeah.â he pauses before saying, coldly, âjust get the food and go.â
the waiter straightens. âalright.â he scribbles something on his pad quickly, then mutters, âdidnât know your boyfriend was so serious,â and walks away.
the silence is nuclear. nobody says anything, nobody moves, and your face is so hot you think you might actually die.
because boyfriend.
because geto didnât correct him.
because nobody corrected him.
gojo is staring at his plate so hard his shoulders are shaking. your roommate wonât look at you. chosoâs girlfriend is chewing on her straw like sheâs witnessing live television and toji actually says nothing for once in his miserable life.
you risk one glance sideways to see geto staring straight ahead, jaw tight, ears slightly red.
you immediately look away.
dinner proceeds in the most painful silence known to man.
conversation starts back up eventually, but itâs all stilted and everyone keeps exchanging looks when they think you and geto aren't noticing.
you barely taste your food. geto says maybe twelve words the entire meal.
when the bill comes everyoneâs kind of ready to leave purely to escape the tension. checks get split, gojo grabs his and his girlfriendâs without looking. choso pays for his girlfriendâs too.
toji stares at his own bill like it insulted his bloodline.
âwhy the fuck is grilled salmon thirty dollars.â
âbecause you ordered grilled salmon,â gojo says.
you reach for your wallet quickly.
âi got mine.â
âsame,â geto says at the exact same time.
your fingers brush awkwardly near the bill tray, both of you jerking back like you touched fire. chairs scrape back and everyone starts filing out onto the marina walkway under the string lights and the tension between you and geto follows like a third person walking right between you.
saturday - 10 pm
on the drive back to the beach house, gojoâs girlfriend controls the aux while everybody talks intermittently about dinner and shopping bags and whether toji could survive prison after complaining about restaurant prices loud enough for the waiter to hear.
but underneath all of it sits that awful electric awareness between you and geto. every glance feels more loaded than before now, especially after the boyfriend comment. especially because a small part of you didn't want to correct it.
you stare out the window most of the drive pretending the cool night air coming through the cracked glass is enough to settle your heartbeat. (newsflash - it isn't).
when you finally pull into the driveway, the skyâs gone deep navy overhead, stars scattered bright across the water beyond the dunes. gojo stretches dramatically exiting the car. âi feel alive. this was a good day.â
âyou screamed at a seagull today,â his girlfriend says.
âwell, it was disrespectful. did you see how it took the hotdog out of my hand -â
everyone slowly filters toward the back deck unloading leftovers and drinks while the ocean crashes softly somewhere below. youâre halfway through carrying cups into the kitchen when gojoâs girlfriend suddenly says, âbonfire?â
you all immediately agree and you're honestly grateful for the distraction, because if you had to go straight upstairs right now and exist in a quiet bedroom with geto after today, you think your nervous system might actually collapse.
outside, the fire crackles warmly against the cool night air while everyone settles into chairs scattered around the pit.
you end up directly across from geto. the flames flicker gold across his face while he leans back slightly in his chair listening to gojo argue about horror movies beside him.
heâs not really listening, you can tell. every few seconds his eyes drift back to you again, and the look in them makes your stomach twist painfully.
yearning.
thereâs genuinely no other word for it anymore. itâs there in every glance and every pause and every second too long his eyes stay on your face. you feel warm all over despite the ocean breeze.
around the fire, conversation drifts lazily between everyone else toji and gojo arguing and your roommate curled against chosoâs side and music humming faintly from someoneâs speaker. nobody comments on the way you and geto keep looking at each other. they just quietly notice, giving you both space.
across the fire, geto feels like heâs losing his mind a little.
you look beautiful tonight, your hair slightly windblown, oversized hoodie on, firelight dancing warm across your skin while you smile softly at something choso says.
he canât stop looking at you and doesnât really want to. his chest physically aches with it now, this awful wanting.
god, getoâs never been this gone over anybody before.
when yawns start appearing, everybody heads inside. gojo drags his girlfriend upstairs and your roommate shooting you one deeply knowing look before disappearing too.
itâs just you and geto left outside.
you crouch near the firepit gathering empty bottles quietly while embers glow soft orange against the dark.
geto watches you for a second.ââŚwanna walk to the beach?â
your heart stumbles immediately. âsure.â
the shorelineâs almost completely dark except for moonlight silvering the waves. sand cool beneath your feet, wind soft against your skin. you walk side by side in silence at first. comfortable silence this time. above you, the stars stretch endlessly bright across the sky untouched by city lights.
you stop eventually near the waterline where waves curl around your ankles gently before retreating again.
geto looks at you like heâs trying to memorize something. like his chest hurts with it. like every glance all semester somehow led here, to you, moonlight catching softly against your face when you tilt your head upward to the stars.
beautiful.
the thought, though not new, hits him so hard it almost steals his breath. ââŚyou know what the worst part is?â he says quietly.
you glance over. âwhat?â
geto laughs softly once, self-aware and helpless. âi spent months trying not to want you this bad.â
your breath catches yet his eyes stay fixed on yours, steady and honest in a way that makes your pulse pound harder. âand now i donât think iâll ever stop.â
something in your chest melts completely. there's no teasing in his voice, just aching sincerity. geto looks at you like you're something precious and terrifying and like you're everything all at once, and suddenly you canât stand the distance anymore.
so you kiss him.
his breath catches sharply against your mouth before he melts instantly, completely. one hand slides gently against your waist while the other cups your face like he canât believe youâre real, kissing you back slow and deep beneath the stars. warm, careful for approximately two seconds before all that pent-up wanting finally cracks open.
you feel him exhale shakily against your lips. it feels a lot like relief.
you kiss him back just as deep, hands sliding up into his hair you've been aching to hold for months now, tangling your fingers there, and he groans into your mouth, pulling you more flush against him.
your toes curl from the sand when you feel his hardness poking against the top of your stomach.
from one kiss?
when he pulls back it's reluctant, his hands cupping your face and staring into your eyes like you're the only person he's ever seen.
"should we go back?" you ask softly, and he nods immediately. your lips are tingling, geto's hand laced tightly with yours like he physically can't let go now that he finally has you. every few steps he glances at you again with that same dazed expression that makes your stomach flip violently.
like he still canât believe you kissed him first.
the house is dark when you slip inside, quiet, everyone asleep in their rooms already. you barely make it through the kitchen before geto pulls you gently against him again, kissing you hard enough to steal the breath from your lungs.
you laugh softly into it, hands catching against his chest while he kisses you like heâs trying to memorize the feeling.
months of tension finally snapping all at once.
you nearly stumble into the staircase together trying to stay quiet and by the time you reach the bedroom, both of you are flushed and breathless and grinning a little helplessly.
the door clicks shut behind you and suddenly getoâs hands are on your waist again and your back hits the wall softly beside the door while he kisses you deeper, warm and hungry. your fingers slide automatically into his hair again and he makes this low sound against your mouth that nearly destroys you.
âfuck,â he murmurs quietly against your lips. you can feel how nervous he is underneath it too though, how his hands careful despite how badly he wants you. you tug at the hem of his shirt first and geto pulls back just enough to drag it over his head quickly before immediately kissing you again.
shirtless in the dim moonlit bedroom, he looks unfair. your eyes stare at the tattoos winding along his arms and chest, dark hair loose around his face from the beach wind.
you stare for half a second too long because geto's cheeks flush slightly. (this, of course, makes him infinitely more attractive.)
âdonât look at me like that,â he mutters.
you laugh breathlessly while your hands slide down his chest, his muscles tensing beneath your touch instantly. his fingers hook gently into the hem of your hoodie, hesitation flickering briefly across his face. you nod softly, and that's all he needs.
geto pulls the hoodie over your head slowly and when it drops to the floor he just stares quietly. his eyes drag across your skin with open awe now, nothing hidden in his expression anymore.
this is how he wanted to see you. not startled or accidental. wanted.
heat blooms across your entire body under that look and geto steps closer again slowly, one hand settling against your waist while the other brushes lightly up your side like heâs still convincing himself youâre real. ââŚpretty girl,â he says softly.
you kiss him again immediately because otherwise you think you might combust, your fingers fumbling with the button of his pants while geto's lips start to press kisses down your jaw.
your back eventually hits the mattress gently as you both stumble toward the bed, and for one second he hovers over you breathing hard while moonlight spills silver across the sheets behind him. he's gazing at you with those lidded eyes, his boxers strained as his hands run up your stomach slowly, savouring, until he's cupping your tits in his hands, squeezing with gentle reverence.
ââŚi wanna take my time with you,â he says quietly. one hand moves to slide up your thigh while he properly settles over you, his other elbow braced beside your head. one of his legs slips naturally between yours and the pressure makes your breath catch immediately.
a faint smugness flickers briefly through his expression now, that quiet confident energy finally surfacing. âthere she is,â he murmurs softly.
heat floods your face instantly and geto kisses you again before you can hide from it. your lips, deeply, tongue sliding against yours, brushing along your mouth. then your jaw, then your neck. his mouth lingers just beneath your ear, sucking gently, while his hand drifts carefully along your waist, thumb brushing slow circles into your skin.
âfuck,â he mutters quietly against your throat. his voice sounds wrecked already.
your fingers slide through his hair, tugging lightly without thinking, and geto exhales sharply against your neck before lifting his head to look at you. dark eyes and flushed cheeks and hair falling loose around his face.
he looks gone.
completely gone for you.
his hand smooths slowly along your waist again before drifting higher, fingertips tracing along your side with almost unbearable patience. your breathing stutters when he holds your tits again, kneading them once before rolling your stiffened nipples between his fingers.
âyou okay?â he asks softly.
you nod quickly and he kisses you again while his thumbs slowly brush over sensitive skin, drawing another shaky breath from you. the sound goes straight through him - geto's spent months imagining this. wondering what you'd sound like, how you'd react to him touching you.
(the little, jealous part of his brain remembers aaron. he shoves the thought away immediately.)
reality is infinitely worse for his self control. you squirm slightly beneath him and his leg presses more firmly between yours automatically.
your breath catches harder this time and geto looks at you, something a little darker simmering beneath his eyes. âthat feel good?â he murmurs quietly.
you hide your face briefly against his shoulder. ââŚmaybe.â
his laugh comes soft against your hair. âmaybe?â
heat floods your face when he tilts your chin back toward him gently. âuse your words, pretty girl.â
your stomach twists and you nod once. âyeah.â
âyeah what?â
you stare at him in disbelief. âyouâre annoying.â
he grins properly for the first time all night. âand youâre avoiding the question.â before you can answer, he kisses you again, swallowing the tiny embarrassed sound you make while his hand drifts lower along your thigh slowly.
your fingers curl against his shoulders when his mouth returns to your neck again, kissing lower this time while his hand squeezes gently at your thigh. when his hands defly dip into the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down, you moan quietly, head turning to the side.
he makes you so nervous and excited your heart feels like it's going to lurch out of your chest.
"can i touch you here, pretty girl?" he murmurs, fingers sliding along your inner thighs until they ghost over your cotton panties. if you'd known you'd end up like..this tonight, youd've chosen a more tasteful pair of underwear.
"please," you whisper, pulling him to your mouth as his fingers press against your clothed cunt, applying just enough pressure to make you mewl into his lips. you feel him smile, pushing your panties to the side before running a finger through your folds.
"you're wet," he chuckles before pushing his finger in, crooking it against your spongey insides. your head falls back against the pillow, hands digging into his back.
"oh my god, geto," you whimper, lips parting.
"suguru," he corrects, pushing another digit in, curling them deep enough to find the gooey spot that has your nails making crescent against his arms.
"suguru, please, 's so good," you babble, thrusting your hips to meet his hand.
he stills for a moment at the sound of his name on your lips. how you moan his name so prettily, begging for more. he leans down, kissing you hard, fingers moving faster and faster inside you, the sound lewd and so dirty and buzzing right to his crotch.
geto feels how you clench around his fingers, and he swallows thickly at the thought of how you'll take his cock. he groans, low and wrecked, capturing your nipple between his lips, teeth grazing along it slightly.
your head's dizzy, stars behind your eyes, gazing at geto and how he's sucking little bruises along your tits, up your neck, down your stomach. constellations of bite marks across your body.
"suguru, iâi'm close," you say, voice breaking. his eyes darken and he thumbs tiny circles over your clit, his two - no, three - fingers curling against all the right spots inside your core.
when you cum, body pulsing hard and hot in waves that make you tingle all over, geto groans, fingering you slowly until your breathing evens. the sight of you coming undone for him has him hardening impossibly more in his boxers, now damp at the front with precum.
you're panting below geto and your hand inches to his boxers, itching to tug them off. "you sure?" he asks quietly, restraint obvious in his voice.
"i'm sure, suguru," you say softly, kissing him again, palming over his boxers. he lets out a strained sound as you reach to pull them down and he quickly obliges, shrugging them off.
suguru geto, in all of his naked glory, is the most beautiful man you've ever seen.
you're rather partial to his pretty, leaking cock, too.
your eyes trace over the vein that runs along one side, the flushed, mushroomed dip, slick with precum, the thick shaft. how it twitches slightly under your gaze, hard and angled up towards his abs. you watch in a daze as he pumps himself slowly, his lips parted, watching you sprawled out so prettily for him, your hair like a halo around your head as you lay there.
you watch his gaze drift down your body, down past your tits, down past the splattering of marks he's left across practially every square inch of your skin. down to your pussy, still slick from your orgasm.
you squirm under geto's face and he tuts, leaning down and pressing his tip to your core. "don't have to be nervous, pretty girl," he says, kissing the side of your neck. his cock brushes against your folds and you both moan quietly.
geto's forehead drops to yours as one of his hands hooks through your thighs, pushing it up as he pushes in slowly. you wince at the pressure, eyes watering slightly - none of the men you've been with have been this...proportionate. he's quick to wipe the tears from your eyes, kissing your cheeks softly, jaw tight as he pushes in more, and more, passing each wall of muscle with a grunt.
"you're squeezing me, y/n, shit," he manages, pushing your thigh higher to deepen the angle. when he finally bottoms out his eyes roll back and you whine.
loud.
geto pushes his thumb into your mouth, his hand cupping your face, and you suck on it gently, face contorting with pleasure as he starts to thrust slowly, struggling to fit his cock back in when he pulls out.
"so tight," he groans raggedly, and all you can do is moan in response, his thumb still in your mouth, his other hand still warm against your thigh, sliding up to squeeze your waist. when geto manages to set a slow, steady pace, he's grunting every time he thrusts in fully, watching your hands grip the sheets desperately.
"right there, suguru," you moan, muffled against his thumb.
"here, pretty girl?" he rumbles, pistoning his cock deep and faster now, brushing your cervix with every thrust.
you nod, babbling incoherently, tugging his hair, holding his biceps, wrapping around his neck, touching everywhere you can and he lowers himself, chest pressed to yours. your tits soft against his skin, your tongue swirling around his thumb.
he holds you reverently, kneading the plush of your thighs as you clench around him, chasing another orgasm. you pull his thumb out of your mouth with a pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the digit. "suguru," you whimper, "suguru, suguru, suguruâ"
"yeah, i know," he coos, thrusting so deep inside you you can see where he pokes at your stomach, the bulge bumping against your skin every time his cock presses deep in your cunt. "look at that, pretty girl. taking me sooo good, yeah? so good for me."
blood rushes hot through your body, liquid heat coursing through your veins, and your back arches off the bed, pulling geto impossibly closer to you as you moan softly into his ear, biting his neck as you feel your climax build and build and build.
"are you close? 'm gonna cum," he says, voice rough and eyes blown wide. "you feel me here?" he presses his hand to where his cock bulges against your stomach, the pressure stealing the air from your lungs.
"inside," you breathe, panting now. "cum in me, suguru."
and so he does, seconds later, because your voice saying those words along with his name fully break him. he holds you against him as he cums, pulsing thick and hot spurts of release, coating your walls. he rubs circles over your nipples as you climax, too, with a cracked moan of his name and your hands tangled in his hair.
after, youâre both a little breathless, tangled in rumpled sheets with the balcony doors cracked open enough for the ocean air to drift in. geto just stays close, one arm wrapped around your waist while his fingers lazily trace little patterns against your skin like he doesnât quite know what to do with all this softness in his chest. youâre tucked against him, cheek pressed to his shoulder, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat finally slowing down. ââŚyou okay?â he asks after a while, voice low and sleep-rough now.
you tilt your head to look at him, how pretty he looks with his pink lips and flushed cheeks. you smile softly. âyouâve asked me that like eight times.â
âi know.â
âparanoid?â
he huffs a quiet laugh, looking at the ceiling. âa little.â
your heart squeezes and you lift yourself enough to kiss him softly. geto smiles into it, eyes closing briefly. "you like me," he murmurs, and you bury your face in his shoulder so he can't see you smiling.
he helps you clean up, gently rubbing a warm cloth along your inner thighs where his cum's dried, hands you your hoodie, tucks blankets around you when you both collapse into bed. when you instinctively curl toward the far side like you did the first night, geto just blinks at you. "...seriously?"
you look over. "what?" and he wordlessly lifts an arm. your stomach flips and you slide back over, letting him pull you into his chest. his chin rests lightly on top of your head, one hand smoothing once down your back.
sometime in the middle of the night, you both fall asleep smiling.
sunday - 8 am
the next morning feels surreal. when you wake, blinking sleepily, you realize two things immediately. one: you're basically half on top of geto. two: he's already awake, watching you. the second your eyes meet, he smiles, small and sleepy and completely soft. "...hi," you mumble.
"hi." his voice is still rough with sleep and you both just stare at each other for a second like idiots then start laughing quietly for no reason at all.
everything feels weirdly giddy, soft. you brush hair out of his face, he catches your wrist and kises your palm. as you both get dressed you exhange stupid little smiles the entire time.
however, when you both head downstairs together, something awful starts to creep into your brain. there's no way anyone heard, right...? gojo's girlfriend is a notoriously heavy sleeper, though you don't know much about how gojo sleeps...toji and choso and your roommate, being downstairs, couldn't have heard anything at all. and you weren't that loud.
the living room comes into view where choso's sitting drinking coffee (from a new, temporary machine you bought at the marina yesterday). when he sees you and geto walk down the stairs he goes tomato red and your soul leaves your body. beside you, geto's trying so hard to act normal.
"morning," he says in the most suspiciously casual voice ever.
choso makes a sound that is not a word. "...morning." he looks away so fast he nearly spills coffee on himself. you stare at him, horrified. there is no way. there is absolutely no way they heard anything. they couldn't have.
before you can spiral further, gojo strolls in from the kitchen, looking smug for no reason. "good morning!" he says brightly. you narrow your eyes immediately. never trust that tone. he starts making coffee, chatting casually about breakfast plans like a completely normal person. too normal.
geto relaxes as gojo stirs sugar into his cup. takes a sip, then says, "so."
you feel the danger immediately. gojo glances over with the smile of a man about to ruin lives. " 'cum in me , suguru'?" he says thoughtfully. "that's the best you got?"
you swear time stops. geto goes completely motionless, full red ears to collarbone. your body leaves this earthly plane. choso coughs so hard he nearly dies on the couch. from the back porch, where you now see your roommate, gojo's girlfriend, and toji watching with rapt attention, they all burst laughing.
which means. oh my god.
you stare blankly at the wall in front of you and geto slowly turns toward gojo. "i'm going to kill you."
gojo raises both hands, grinning. "hey, don't shoot the messenger. walls are thin, lover boy."
you make a strangled noise and bury your face into your hands. somehow, impossibly, gojo makes it worse. "also," he says, taking another casual sip, "the name thing was kinda hot. personal fave detail."
"SATORU."
"WHAT? i'm being supportive!"
a/n ~ did u cry when they kissed? no? just me blubbering like a baby writing this? ...
â unknown (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
ŕ¨ŕ§ â You bounce on Sukuna's cock, biting your lip to stifle the moans threatening to wake your sleeping daughter down the hall. But the way he fills you, stretching you so perfectly, makes restraint impossible- your breathy whimpers spill out with every desperate roll of your hips.
His hand clamps over your mouth, crimson eyes flashing, âQuiet.â
You whine against his palm, grinding down harder, loving the way his jaw tightens. His other hand fists in your hair, yanking just enough to make your back arch.
Heâs growing tired of your bullshit. Too loud. Too reckless.
In one swift motion, he flips you onto your stomach, shoving your face into a silk pillow. His grip on your hip is ironclad as he drives into you, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs. Just how you like it.
âStill wanna act up?â he growls, his voice rough.
You can only gasp, muffled by the pillow, as pleasure coils tighter and tighter-
Then he spills inside you, painting your insides the prettiest white, drowning your womb as he pants against your spine.
âD-didn't pull out,â you mumble, boneless beneath him.
A dark chuckle brushes your ear, âdidnât hear you beg me to pull out, besides-.â He nips the back of your neck, âI recall someone saying how theyâd like to be swollen with my brat again during breakfast this morning.â
Favorite
Daisies - T.F.
Synopsis. Five times Fushiguro Megumi and his particularly determined elementary class attempt to matchmake the strong, surly divorced Fushiuro Toji with youâtheir pretty elementary school teacher. And the one time it doesnât end in disaster. (Or in other words; the one time Fushiguro Megumi might just become a big brother?!)
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!teacher!reader, DlLF!Toji, 5 + 1 things, crackfic tbh, Iike MAJORLY, brainrot, sigmas, Megs and co., faiIed matchmaking, Tojiâs a YEARNER, but canât pull, bake sales, cherry bIossoms, SO many references, kids Iearning bad words from Toji (smh), parent-teacher meetings, tension, oraI (m + f), heâs FĂRAL, manhandIing, spĂtting, p taIking, p sIapping, fĂngering, cIit bĂting, GRADING, somewhat roIepIay, heâs MEAN, heâs BIG, biiiig stretches, you grade HIM, cervĂx smooching, sIight banter, cIit pinching, more p sIapping, sIight brĂŠeding, mentions of kids, feeIing for himself, taIking you through it, creampĂes, cĂşmpIay, stuffing you FULL, brief headIocks, implied marathons, getting together, happy endings, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 15.4k
A/N. And shoutout to Megan THEEEEEE StaIIion for teaching me what rizz was mhm- aIso slightly inspired by my Unckuna fic here <3
FUSHIGURO MEGUMIâS (and co.) FIVE-STEP PLAN TO MATCHMAKE HIS FATHER AND HIS TEACHERâPHASE ONE: RIZZ.
ââŚand thatâs the problem.â
Fushiguro Toji canât believe this.
No matter how he looks at itâthis is weird, right?Â
After all, no respectable single father would be hesitant to drop his son off at his elementary classroom- instead lingering by the wide, multi-colored building steps for a few seconds before finally entering like a lamb to the butcherâs. And even worse- no respectable single father would let himself be ruthlessly interrogated by his son over this fact.
And worst of all, reveal - after much intense probing by a nine-year-old - that this was all becauseâŚhe happened to haveâŚa stupid crush on one of the teachers.
âWhich one?â Megumi looks up through jet-black bangs much like his, nose crinkling at the thought of his father having- eugh, feelings.Â
Toji sighs. âDonât mean to push you into your emo phase early, kid, butâŚâ
And then he glances beyond the little oneâs frame.
Right. At. You.
The entrance to Tokyo Jujutsu Elementary opened up to the main hallway; with classrooms upon either side, and doorways spaced between walls that were kaleidoscopes of crafts and schoolbag hooks and polaroids of students over the years. If Toji looked hard enough then heâd even be able to find the polaroid where Megumi was flipping the camera offâheâd learned that one from him, see.
That was an awkward parent-teacher meeting.
But that was also the day he properly met you - beyond just the polite nod and hasty small talk at drop-off and pick-up.Â
With your adorable flowery apron on - courtesy of elementary school policy - and your lips trying very hard not to twitch up into a smileâvery nicely telling Megumi that that wasnât something good kids do.
Toji agreed then. Heâd have agreed with anything you said.
âBut you were the one that taughtââ
Heâd slapped his hand over Megumiâs mouth then.
Youâd let a small laugh slip- and he was a goner.Â
After that meeting, Megumi may have lost something (iPad privileges for a whole month), but Toji gained something: this little ember of attraction that he couldnât shake off no matter how much he tried. Every routine pick-up and drop-off, every bake sale, every little notification that lit up his phoneâyou typing into the parentsâ groupchat about some announcement or the other. And though itâd never be anything too personal, his heart always thundered in his chest as he clicked those notifications open. Is it weird that he set a different tone for your notifications?
The harder he tried to ignore it, the further it kindled.
Until he evidently couldnât even walk inside that damn building without feeling some part of him melt just a littleâŚ
Even now, his skin burns as he watches you.Â
Biting back a laugh as one of your students hugged their guardian goodbye- so hard that both adult and child topple over. And then youâre being grappled into the same embrace, which youâre letting yourself be tugged intoâsoon enough, three more of your students join in. One tucks a wildflower from the garden behind your ear.
Sunlight falls across your face as your head falls back in a laugh - and then youâre leaning forwards and grabbing all of those tiny bodies in a hug.Â
Toji canât help but wonder whether youâd like to be embraced just the same. Toji canât help but wonder whether youâd laugh just like that when youâre picked up and spun around, feet never touching the ground. Toji canât help but wonder why the hell Itadori Yuji was pointing and laughing at him.
âMr. Fushiguroâs dad, your face looks funnyâ!â He squeals. Loud enough for multiple parents to turn and look.
Toji grumbles something underneath his breath and straightens, like the respectable adult - the respectable adult - he is. Cool. Calm. Collected. Mature. âOh yeah? And your hair looks funny, kid.â
Now those same parents were turning to him and glaring.Â
âWhatâ?!â He gruffs out at them, hands raising in surrender. âHe started it.â
Itadori turns to them and smiles an utterly precious, gap-toothed smile.Â
He tells himself that heâs imagining the way they seem to be pulling their kids away from him.
Itadori stops laughing and ruffles his own coral-pink locks. The boy had strong-armed himself to become one of Megumiâs best friends since their first day; and he always has made himself known as the chatterbox of the group. The sweetheart. The trouble-stirrer (one of them, at least). âMy grandpa says itâs um- jeanetic. My father had pink hair, too.â
Toji raises a brow, âOh?â
âYeah! Did you know my uncleâs in prison?â The boy looks squarely up at him and beams. âHe sets things on fire.â
âSame, bud.â
âI eat dirt.â
ââŚwhat the fuck.â Toji whispers underneath his breath- though it mustâve been loud enough for the keenest of eavesdroppers to listen, because before he knows it, a little boy with a face mask and the most atrocious bowl cut Tojiâs seen in his lifeâpulls out a notebook from his backpack and starts furiously scribbling something down.
Assumably the profanity heâd just spoken.
Inumaki Toge, was it?
Now heâs the one stepping away from these damn kids.Â
But before he can get too far, Toji feels a tug on either armâhe looks to his right: Itadori.Â
Attempting to climb up his forearms and biceps like monkey bars.
He looks to his left: Kugisaki.
Looking knowingly between you and him.
âThese partners stink of-â
âWhat was that?â Kugisaki asks.Â
âNothing.â Toji quickly replies. And then there was the other one: Kugisaki Nobara was impossible to miss in a classroom. If not by her chattering that was just as loud as pink-haired Itadoriâs, then by the red, rubber hammer that she seemed to be fond of, smashing it on top of peopleâs heads if they displeased her. He was just in the middle of wondering whether he could be successfully knocked out if she hit him hard enough when-
âWhereâŚare you taking me?â He quickly narrows his eyes- just as soon as the little girl started pulling him by the hand. Towards your classroom. âHeyââ
âOh, câmoooon.â She rolls her eyes in a manner that was far too expert for her age. âHow is the male lead going to get the heroine if they donât even talk?â
âIâm not the main character?â
Itadori - who had by now managed to perch atop his right shoulder like some parrot - whispers uncomfortably in his ear. âHowâs the rizzler going to get the skibidi?â
Toji whirls to him- âBless you?â The fuckâŚ
Megumi follows and nods sagely. Deadpanning. âDadâs not sigma enough for that.â
âNot you, too?!â
âHi?â
The Earth had given way from underneath him. But in reality, it was just your voice breaking through the chaos of the elementary lobbyâItadori had begun gripping onto his shaggy, black bangs for balance now- and Toji was doing all he could to peak through the boyâs cutely chubby fingers.
A breath catching in his chest once he realizes that theyâd walked him all the way over to you.
Apron on. Brows raised. A flower tucked prettily behind your ear. Standing right at the door to your vibrant classroom; you kept a hand on your mouth to stifle your obvious smile. Though nothing could hide the light in your eyes.
And before Tojiâs given the opportunity to wax shitty poetics about it in his mind, youâre nodding at the boy latched onto Tojiâs head. With a smile- âDown now, Yuji. What have I said about climbing people like monkey bars?â
He sighs and removes his hands covering Tojiâs eyes, âTo not climb people like monkey bars.â
âAnd what are you doing right now?â
âClimbing people like monkey bars.âÂ
âDown, please.â
Yes, maâamâŚTojiâs thinking to himself. Snap out of it, man.
It was like a miracle. Itadori Yuji - for however much of a sweetheart he was - was never the type to listen to authority so directlyâyou could tell the kid to not eat glue and heâd chug down the whole bottle. Toji knows. From experience.
But itâs as easy as butter that heâs sliding off the older man now- and soon enough, his small red shoes are hitting the floor. And heâs staring up at Toji with his scarred mouth gaped open.
In fact, everyone was.
âUm, Fushiguro-san? Is everything okay?â Your brows then pinch in concern.
Kugisaki slaps her forehead, and Megumi seems to sink deeper into his bangs. As quickly as the words are registering in his headâheâs shutting his mouth and faintly puffing his broad chest out. Making sure that you see the way his beefy biceps flex as he scratches behind his neck. âYeah- yeah, everythingâs alright. How about you?â
âCanât complain.â You giggle. And when there doesnât seem to be a follow-up question, he flexes even harder. âI see uhâŚyouâve been hitting the gym lately, Fushiguro-san.â
âOh, me?â He has the audacity to look a little shocked. âThatâs cute, doll. But I donât hit the gym.â
âYou must take steroids then.â Itadori pipes up gleefully. âMy uncle takes them, too-â
âIâm all naturalââ
As this subsides, youâre taking control of the chaos like the professional you are. âAlright, oh- look at the time!â Sweeping a glance behind you at the classroom clock, âWeâre almost late for attendance and rehearsal time. Letâs get inside, kids.âÂ
You start ushering some of them inside- and Toji squirms as those balls of energy rush past him. Evidently you were preoccupied with them, but you have enough time to look up at the older man and flash him a smile-
âAnd Iâll see you at pick-up then?â
Faintly, he nods. âUh-huh.â
âGood.â You cock your head up at him, âHope you have fun with the gym then~â
âU-uh-huh.â
He can only watch mutely as you whisk a few students inside and clap your hands to get their attentionâsome of the parents were filtering out and he knows he must look like such a creepâŚbut you were just so astounding. And at least he hadnât completely fucked up that interaction-
âMr. Fushiguroâs dad, sorry for your aura loss.â Itadori pats him comfortingly on his side. There were still some students milling about with their goodbyes.Â
He whirls, âFushiguro Toji doesnât lose aura-â
âBut you did.â Kugisaki nods with her arms crossed. âYou fumbled, Fushiguro-san.â
He turns to his beloved son for reassurance.Â
Megumi looks at Toji blankly. âYou never had aura to me, dad.â
âThatâs it-â
âBut itâs okay.â Kugisaki says, âThe male lead never gets the heroine in the first five minutes. They have to suffer first. You just messed up Phase One.â
He almost feels sorry asking. âAndâŚwhat is Phase One?â
âThe rizz phase.â This time, itâs Itadori that answers. âYou have zero rizz, Mr. Fushiguroâs dad. Butâwe have a plan.â
âA plan?â
Itadori holds up three fingers. âFour more phases before you win Ms. Teacherâs heart!â Not so loudâŚheâs grateful you havenât noticed them yet.Â
Megumi holds up the correct number of fingers. âFour more phases to embarrass yourself, dad.â
What moral support, son.
âI donât knowâŚâÂ
Itadori nods seriously, âTake it this way, Mr. Fushiguroâs dad- thereâs a red button and a blue button in front of you. If you press the red button you die alone like my uncle probably will. If you press the blue button you totally rizz Ms. Teacher up and live happily-ever-after before she divorces you. Which button would you press?â
Neither?! His jaw drops. âWhat the fu-â
âWe just want to matchmake you!â Kugisaki shoves Itadori aside.Â
He eyes the kids warily. Leaving his love life to three elementary schoolers? Has Fushiguro Toji really fallen this far? OhâŚhe really is getting old. âWhatever. I donât a shi- damn.â
And the answer is yes, yes he has.
But then Kugisaki clasps her hands together and beams, âThen in the end youâll be just like Jinu and Rumi from K-pop Demon Hunters!â
And beside himself, Toji cracks a little smile. âYeahâŚyeah, maybe we will.â
âYouâll die in the end and sheâll become a demon!â
ââŚletâs just stick to Phase Two.â
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMIâS (and co.) FIVE-STEP PLAN TO MATCHMAKE HIS FATHER AND HIS TEACHERâPHASE TWO: SWEET TREATS!
Status: PendingâŚ
Why did he agree to this shit again?
Though it wasnât exactly Valentineâs Day; Fushiguro Toji was lugging a cart âround the candy aisles of Maruetsu supermarket, followed by three children with sticky fingers that just kept on piling even more sweets into the hefty chocolate-filled cart. And more. And more. And more-
And though Toji agrees that there was never a wrong day for chocolate - he was just damn relieved that yesterday had been pay day. These brats didnât even glance at the price before throwing chocolate bars and heart-shaped candies over the cart rim.
Right alongside a bunch of flour, butter, and whatever shit one needed to make cookies.Â
Because yesâFushiguro Toji was apparently the type to make cookies now.Â
Itadori tosses a bunch of Daddy Tonyâs Chocolonely into the cart. âWeâre totally chocolate-mogging everyone in the store right now.â
Why did he agree to this shit again?
Itâd been their idea.
Tokyo Jujutsu Elementaryâs annual talent show was nearing. The decorations were being made. The kids were rehearsing after-school. And Toji didnât care too much about such thingsâthe only reason this had stuck in his mind was because youâd sent a message about it in the group chat. And heâd read that little sentence over and over again until he memorized it.Â
To raise funds for such an endeavour, the elementary was hosting a bake sale; where parents - should they choose to do so - could contribute their own baked goods and little treats and candies that could be sold. The year before, Toji had honestly just sent Megumi off with a bag of chips that Itadori had scoffed down in all of three seconds.Â
Though, in his defense, it wasnât mandatory and he didnât know what the fuck a bake sale was supposed to be.Â
Phase Two of the plan seemingly consisted of emptying out Tojiâs pockets- the three of them had insisted that this bake sale was the perfect opportunity for Toji to make his move on you.
It was simple, reallyâbake cookies for the sale, sell them there, and when it came to you- woo you with a special heart-shaped cookie and ask you out. Simple!Â
Was it obvious that this plan had been concocted by a bunch of nine-year-olds?
Toji sighs.
He glimpses Megumi wandering into the meat section and reaching for ÂĽ50,000 Wagyu-
The next day, after burning the first few batches of cookies and setting fire to his kitchen only twice, Toji found himself crammed into a pretty pink-frilled booth at the official annual bake sale. Equally as pink apron cinched around his waistâand his t-shirt so tight that he catches a few single parents giving him appreciative looks.
Though he wasnât paying attention to that.Â
He was keeping his eyes on you- making your way from booth-to-booth, laughing along with parents and trying out everything your students had to offer.Â
Toji lets out a long, lingering sigh.
He was never going to get over this damn crushâ
Next to him, Megumi and his two best friends were the ones manning the counter and giving out cookies to paying customers. He hates to admit it, but business was booming.Â
âHeyâŚhey, if I pay you in chocolates would you sell this shit again for me?â
Megumi looks up at him blankly. âI want 60% equity and ÂĽ5 for every unit sold.â
Toji drops a cookie he was holding over the counterââM-maybe notâŚâ
âHey, thereâs Ms. Teacher!â Itadori squeals.Â
And thenâŚand then the most sweet, seraphic sound echoes in his ears- too close for it to be something heâd imagined, too removed from him to be anyone but you. Youâre making the tall man freeze where he was leaned over the counter - and the hairs on the back of his neck riseâŚheâs pausing to listen for you before he knows it.
âOh, let me get that for you.â
Toji hadnât noticed you walk over. Toji hadnât noticed you bending down to pick up the cookie heâd dropped. âO-oh, no you donât need toââ Not before youâre straightening up and holding it out to him with a beautiful smile.Â
âItâs no problem.â You chirp.Â
Mutely, he takes the crumbling cookie from you.
He wanted that cookie badly.
âSoâŚI see business is booming.â You nod down at the three little ones manning the counter, âGood job, sweethearts. How are you today?â
âGood.â Both Megumi and Kugisaki echo.
âMy grandma got hit by a bazooka!â Itadori beams.
Your smile falters, though Tojiâs impressed at how quickly you recover. âWellâŚthatâs certainly a time, isnât it, Yuji? And how are you, Fushiguro-san?â
âO-oh, meâ?â His faze sizzles at being called out so suddenly. And the older man hurries to scratch behind his neckâdid his biceps look good in this apron? âAhâŚchill.â
âChill, hm?â You smirk. Eyeing him, âI dunno- Iâd say itâs a rather hot day today.â
Features scrunching up, Toji leans his head out and looks at the sky. âIs it? Those damn weathermen always lie.â
Megumi smacks his forehead.Â
âNo, I just meantâŚâ Youâre flitting your gaze at the paper-thin fabric of his t-shirt, wrapped around his chiselled limbs so perfectly. Gift-wrapped. And then youâre shaking your head, instead turning to the rows of cookies put on display. âAnyways- any recommendations you guys have for me?â
Toji furrows his brows at the abrupt change in conversation. Beside him, reaching just past his knee, Kugisaki kicks him in the shin and hisses- âThe cookie! The cooooookie! Make a move, male lead!â
âOh. Oh.â Toji startles. Bending down and whispering back, âNow?â
âYes, now!â
âBut-â
âGo.â
âWaitââ
âGo!â
Finally, he holds one calloused palm out at you. Bandaged and slightly aching from baking all day yesterday. âStay here, we made something special for you.â
âOh?â
Toji shuffles around in the box of cookies that theyâd brought with them; packaged away and separated from the rest was one particular cookieâyour favorite flavor, which heâd probed out of the kids. Specifically made in the shape of a heart.
His hands shake a little bit as he turns to you with it.
Scarred lips parting, âThis isâŚâ
âFor me?â You cock your head with a sweet smile.
He nods. âFree of charge.â
âThatâs too sweet, I couldnât possibly-â
âPleaseââ Toji interrupts, fingers weak - barely holding onto the crinkled package - as he holds it out to you. âI insist. For taking care of my son.â
Something changes in your expression, and your fingers twitch closer to his.
The trio watches open-mouthed as your hands close the gap in mid-air beforeâ
âOooooooo, cookie! Fanum tax!âÂ
Before one Todo Aoi leans over the counter and snatches the cookie fast- before everyone could even blink, all of Tojiâs emotions, hopes, pursuits, and dreams find themselves stuffed down the crumb-coated maw of the little boy. Chomped to bits.
Everyone looks at him in stunned silence.
He polishes off the cookie in three bites.
âWhat?â Todo asks as the silence stretches even longer- and he notices the stares around him. âNeeds a little more saltâŚâ
Toji feels like keeling over. âI am going to-â
âHere, Ms.â Megumi picks up one of those cute, floral-decorated cookie packets on the counter and pushes it into your hands. âFree of charge.â
âThank you. IâŚâ You look at Toji as though youâre about to say something moreâbut then a call of your name from across the school field catches your attention. Another teacher was waving you over for something- and with an apologetic smile, youâre bowing your way out of there.
Itadori whistles, âWow, Mr. Fushiguroâs dad. Maybe if you hadnât waited around beinâ a scaredy-cat then Ms. Teacher mightâve gotten the cookies before Todo.âÂ
Immediately Kugisaki gets down from the counter- grabs her rubber hammer, and slams it down on Todoâs head.Â
Then before Toji can feel a rush of pride, she grabs two cookie packets and beckons him to crouch down to her height.
Once he does, she presses both packets to his cheeks and asks seriously. âAnd what are you?â
âA fuckinâ idiot cookie.âÂ
A small gasp.
From the other side of the counter, he hears furious scribbling as someone jots that particular word downâhe doesnât need to look to know that itâs that Inumaki Toge again. Noooooâ! Itâd slipped out accidentally, he promises. Also on the other side of the counter was Todo Aoi who was now eyeing the other cookies enviously- Megumi frowns and starts pulling them away from him.
Itadori turns to Toji and shakes his head as though heâd been the adult in this situation. âItâs a shame, though. Phase Two has also failed - take the L, Mr. Fushiguroâs dad.âÂ
âL.â Kugisaki echoes.
âL.â Todo.
âL.â Somehow Toge.
Megumi nods. âLoser.â
And somehow that hurt the mostâ
He groans.
Todo huffs. âCanât believe you just got framemogged by the TJE class monitor, old man.â
Toji whirls around with a glower. âMugged? Iâve never gotten mugged by anybody-â
âBut since youâre all just begging meââ Todo turns to the bemused others with his arms crossed importantly. â-Iâll teach you the true art of rizzing.â
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMIâS (and co.) FIVE-STEP PLAN TO MATCHMAKE HIS FATHER AND HIS TEACHERâPHASE THREE: A DATE.
Status: -84834832849 aura.
A date.
Not one heâd asked you out on, of course.Â
Spring had neared like a reawakening of the Earth; the breeze was warm. The Sun cascaded softly. The birds were twittering. And Fushiguro Toji was losing itâhe had already had enough of making a fucking fool out of himself in front of you.
And now he was about to do it all over again.
Megumiâs elementary school was hosting a picnic with the kids in Ueno Park, in honor of the cherry blossoms beginning to open up.Â
Parents were invited too, of course.Â
And it was inevitable that youâd be there.
Now with that kid Todo - a student a year older than the trio, it seems heâd found himself attached to Itadori though Toji has no idea how that friendship started - onboard for the scheme, Toji was finding himself pulled around like a marionette. This ridiculous scheme to kinda-sorta try and make you fall in love with himâŚ
That he was going along with.
So for the outing, the four had emphasized that Toji wasnât to come unless he was looking his absolute best. Theyâd told him to burn that usual black t-shirt of his - no matter how many times he tried to insist that he had a wardrobe full of identical ones. He wanted Megumi to vouch for him, but the boy had lied.
That traitor.Â
Thus on the Saturday morning itâd been planned; Toji spent a good few hours in front of the mirror.
Tugging back the sleeves on his white cotton sweater- heâd been told that people appreciate forearms more this way. Dousing himself in perfume. Putting on one of those face creams Kugisaki had recommended after asking her guardian. Attempting to tame his shaggy, black bangs. He made sure his biceps were looking good that dayâand stuffed Megumi into his matching sweater as well nâ rushed off to Ueno Park.
He thought he looked pretty good, honestly.
Todo eyes him warily once he arrives, ââŚThatâs the best youâve got?â
âThe hellâs wrong with it?â
âItâs justâŚnot sigma-â
âShut-â
A few parents turn to look at him.
âHe started itâheââ
After certainly no small amount of bickering (and much apologizing from the woman that seemed to be Todoâs guardian), they managed to make it to the picnic area. Where a row of multi-colored checkered blankets were laid out across the green grass like some form of a quiltâMegumi wastes no time before waddling over to where Itadori and Kugisaki were seated with their families.
And before long, the three kids were tugging several blankets closer together and creating a larger one.Â
As Toji sighs and stalks over to themâheâs suddenly stopped by Todo Aoi. Evidently having broken free from his guardian for far, far greater purposes; he holds his hand up and makes Toji freeze. âYou have much to learn, donât you, old man?â
âHaaah?â He balks down at the boy.
âTrue rizzlers donât sit around playing teatime with kidsââ He throws his arm behind at the other three, â-and my beloved brother, Yujiââ They were related?! âTrue rizzlers have to be tall and nonchalant even if theyâre short and chalant.â
Toji eyes him warily. ââŚOkay? And what am I supposed to do?â
âTalk. To. Her.â
âHowââ
âGo there-â Todo stabs a finger in your direction. But Toji didnât need it to know where to look.Â
He sweeps his eyes across the cherry blossom gardens- and his eyes seem to find you as they always do. Even in a garden of the worldâs brightest and rarest flowers, you would be the most beautiful.Â
âBrother eugh, youâre getting that sappy look on your face again- nonchalant. You have to be nonchalant!â Todo exclaims.
You were wearing a summer dress that fluttered around you in the soft breeze- and before he knows it, the little boy was pushing him towards where you were standing.
âW-waitââ
âOh, has Phase Three started already?â Soon enough, Itadoriâs voice is piping up right beside him. And heâs pushing Toji, too.
Then comes Kugisaki. âOoooo they always have a cherry blossom episode! I love those.â
The dark-haired man looks to his son for help, and he pretends not to meet his eye.
Dammit.
âFineâfine.â An unstoppable force meets an immovable object. Tojiâs pushing back against their persisting guidance, and they just wonât have it. Youâre going to notice him being made a fool again. âIâll talk to her. Donât rush meâI said donât-â
âWhy is it that every time thereâs trouble, itâs got something to do with the five of you?âÂ
Too late.
With your hands on your hips, youâre walking over with a playful smile.
Though there was nothing playful about the way his heart thunders-
High-pitched giggles emanate from behind him, and he doesnât have the time to compute before all three sets of small hands - and Megumiâs mildly disappointed stare - vanishes. The kids are running off, leaving the two of you alone, once youâve properly walked up to themâleaving Fushiguro Toji to fend for himself and alsoâŚcollapsing to the ground. Because of the lack of force from behind now, his ass hits the soft grass and youâre trying not to laugh from above.
Pretty hand reaching out, âEverything alright, Fushiguro-san?â
âToji.â He somehow manages to blurt out, taking your hand and getting to his feet. âCall me Toji.â
âOf course.â And then youâre sharing your own first name. He repeats it like a spring breeze.
Then, like the fool he is, Toji stands around admirinâ youâlong enough that the silence stretches a little awkwardly, and youâre starting to shuffle on your feet. He hears a chorus of small groans from somewhere behind him, and quickly amends- âUhhh, do you like walks down cherry blossom paths?â
Youâre raising a brow in faint amusement, âYes?â
âHave you walked down cherry blossom paths?â
âNot this year.â
âWill you walk down cherry blossom paths?â
âFushiguro Toji, are you asking me to walk together?â You bump his shoulder with yours, then loop a hand around arm - he felt like arm candy, but donât save himâToji was exactly where he wanted to be - and start walking between pink-shedding trees. âYou shouldâve just said so. Should we have invited Megumi as well?â
âWhoâs Megumi?â
Your startled laugh echoesâand itâs the most beautiful thing heâs ever heard.
The two of you loop around the pathway and then back again in companionable silence; though questions and confessions constantly bubbled up to Tojiâs throat. Are you having fun? Is his body too warm? Can you hear his heart beating? Do you like the cherry blossoms? Do you know youâre far more beautiful than them?
Why do you glance at him with that knowing smile?Â
What secrets do you hide?
Before he knows it, the two of you have reached the spot where you met once more. And four eager children wait for something to happen- for something to be said.
Toji knows he might not get another opportunityâso as soon as the cherry blossoms are tapering out to more of the green grass, heâs turning to you and stammering. âI-I have something to askâŚâ
âYes?â You smile.
âAnd it might be strange-â
âYes?â
âAnd weird-â
âOh, yes?â
âAnd creepy- donât be afraid to say no if itâs creepy.â
âHuh?â
âButâŚâ He feels the question: would you wanna grab coffee sometime? claw at his throat. Toji knows youâre waiting, anticipatingâand then a cherry blossom flutters down and lands on your crownâmaking you look far too angelic. âWould youâŚhappen to know that Japan is turning footsteps into electricity.â
You balk. âExcuse me?â
Toji whispers to himself faintly. âU-using piezoelectric tilesâŚevery step you take generates a small amount of energy. Millions of stepsâŚtogetherâŚâ
âOkay, old man, letâs get you to bed.â Todoâs - Todo, of all people - is coming to his rescue. Ushering him away, whilst his son hopefully manages to cover for his father with a good excuseâ
âI do not know that man.â Megumi tells you, then leaves.
Youâre left shrugging. AhâŚ
As theyâre walking back to their picnic area, Kugisaki murmurs. âThis is the cherry blossom episode. Next is the episode where you get hit by a truck-â Toji really hopes it is. âGuess thisâll be that sort of unfinished love dramaâŚâ
âMy uncle loves hitting people with trucks.â Itadori beams.Â
Megumi smacks his forehead once more-
Toji narrows his eyes. âYouâre gonna give yourself a concussion if you keep doing that.â
The boy smacks his head even harder. âI hope so.â
Toji mutters to himself. âFuckinâ me too.â
Behind him, he already knows that Inumaki is jotting this somewhere in some bushes.Â
As the picnic continuesâmore and more of Megumiâs friends join their combined blankets. Toji notices you fluttering about, too.
So caught up, in fact, that he doesnât even notice four matchmaking masterminds roping in their schoolmate Yuta into a deep conversation.
Toji sneezes- someone must be talking about him.
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMIâS (and co.) FIVE-STEP PLAN TO MATCHMAKE HIS FATHER AND HIS TEACHERâPHASE FOUR: THE MARRIAGE.
Status: Toji, youâre scaring the huzzzzz-
It seems that Fushiguro Toji was getting married.
Though not exactly of his own volition.
And to whom, exactly? Well, that would be none other than youâ
The wedding shall be held in the idyllic venue of Tokyo Jujutsu Elementaryâs sprawling playground; amongst the swings and pieces of chewed-up bubble gum stuck underneath slides. Music shall be provided by the choir team. Snacks are Goldfish crackers and nothing moreâyou wonât want to miss it.Â
Donât bother to RSVP.
Invitations are open to no one, heâs bound to make a fool of himself.
Again.
Toji shouldâve known that something was up the second Megumi told him to come for pick-up a little earlier than usual. Elementary classes ended their day with around fifteen minutes of playtime, before official pick-up commenced.
And though Toji didnât mind coming in earlier - he usually staved his entrance off for the allocated time so Megumi didnât have to play with his dear olâ dad looming over his shoulder.
Something had to be wrong- maybe he was sick? And yetâŚMegumi was the type to never let out even a peep even if he wasâheâd have to be dragged out of class and still try to convince Toji that he was feeling well enough to go back. Heâd never leave hints like that.
Maybe he didnât like playtime anymore? That certainly couldnât be it- playtime always exhilarated Megumi, no matter how much his deadpan son attempted to hide it. He loved his friends. He loved the small rabbit pen that the school had. He especially loved the twin black-and-white wolf spring riders on the playground.
Or maybeâŚmaybe he was getting bullied-
Toji shakes his head clear of that thought immediately.
Heâd no sooner be bullied by his son than have his son be bullied-
In fact, before heâd met Itadori and Kugisaki- Megumi loved the playground forâŚveryâŚdifferent reasons. Heâd pile his âopponentsâ high like a small kid mountain.Â
Toji shudders.Â
So what could it beâ?
Thatâs exactly the thought tumbling âround in his mind as he walks up to that multi-colored painted building. Instead of going up those steps, however, heâs rounding the corner towards the playground on the other side - where he could hear cheers, laughter, and shrieks. Those youngsters touched the air around them with happiness, and it made some part of Tojiâs chest soar to think that his son was one of them.
Thatâs until heâs actually in-view of the playground and spotting you. Right in the middle of the chaos of elementary classes in playtime.Â
At the foot of the slides.
A bundle of weeds in your hands
A paper veil atop your head.
With that kid Yuta from the grade above Megumiâs stood solemnly beside you. An officiant.Â
It looked likeâŚa wedding.
And the space in front of you was empty for your partner.
Ah.
He looks at Megumi who was avoiding his eyes- so this was the planâŚ
Fuck.
He must have made a noise of bafflement- because just then youâre turning and letting a smile splash across your face. You exclaim. âAhhhâthereâs my groom!â
OhâŚoh, he might faint.
Toji feels numb to the small hands that tug on his arm- âCâmon, câmon! Youâre late, Mr. Fushiguroâs dadâ!â And heâs being dragged all the way to the front of the slide, where his bride-to-be was awaiting him, it seemsâŚâAfter this we need time for the divorce-â
âNo, the divorce should happen like four episodes later.â Kugisaki rolls her eyes.
âThere shall be no divorce.â The seven-year-old Yuta speaks above them - out of them all, he seemed to be taking his role the most seriously. And he beckons the happy couple closer to one anotherâfuck, Toji couldnât even meet your eyes.
Standing in front of you, he stuffs his hands into his pocket and keeps his eyes trained on the ground- giving you a brief nod. ââSup?â
âOn second thought, there may be a divorce.â Yuta solemnly declares.
âHey-â Toji sends a glare at the black-haired little boy with the wide eyes, then crosses his beefy arms. âSo are we gettinâ married or not? Chop chop.â
You shake your head fondly, âDonât worry- we cut into rehearsal time for this, it seems.â
âStart the musicâŚâ Kugisaki whispers to MegumiâŚsimply standing on the sidelines and sinking deeper into his bangs with every passing second. âThe musicâ!â
Megumi lets out a sigh beyond his years, and clicks on the classroom speaker they mustâve brought from inside.Â
In mere seconds, Stateside by PinkPantheress with Zara Larsson starts flooding the playground. Kugisaki hums to herself with a smile- âPinkPantheress nâ Zara always makes things better.â
Soon enough Yutaâs reading out of a scribbled notebook in his hands, âWeâre here today to um- something about marriage.â He looks between the two of youââHold hands, please. They always do that in the movies.â
The two of you share a look.
And then you do.
Your fingers are warm nâ perfectly fitted in his - he doesnât have to think to curl his own fingertips around yours. Itâs as if his hands were made for holding yoursâthe thought zips through his body and he wonders why the hell he was getting emotional as though this was a real weddingâŚ
Yuta continues, â-ummm, something about love.â Toji almost jolts. âSomething about caring. Something about taking care of each other when youâre not feeling too good- like my momma always does, heh. She makes this chicken soup that-â
âGet on with itâ!â Kugisaki hisses.
âWait- what sort of chicken soup?!â Itadori pleads.
âThatâs my rizzler! Toji broâ!â Todo cries.
âOh, yeahââ He looks back down at his useless notes. âAnd stay together forever and ever and ever for at least 67 years no matter how far apart you are, or how scared of your feelings.â Yuta looks at Toji pointedly- who did this kid think he was?! âDoes the happy couple have any vows?â
And maybe this was it.
Maybe this was his moment.
Maybe this wasâŚ
Tojiâs scarred lips open. âI-â
Suddenly the speaker playing music explodesânot literally, though for a moment there it did feel like it. The dance-pop song thatâd been playing inexplicably heightens in volume until their ears rung- and Megumi hastens to turn it down.Â
Kugisaki smacks the speakers with her rubber hammer a few times before it stops. Then with nothing to play in the background, she elbows the pink-haired boy in his sideââYuji, hit it!â
âMe?!â Itadori yelps, before noticing everyoneâs gaze upon him. Itâs slowly dawning upon Toji that this might not be the best place for a real confession when Itadori suddenly starts doing some confusing two-step. âYou gotta go and I canâtâŚehh, sorry. UhhhhâŚNepal. I just donât want to say that-â
âPlease.â Megumi drones. âPlease stop.â
He stops.
Mutely, Kugisaki smacks the speaker once more and Stateside blares again.
Toji turns to the officiant- and shakes his head.
Yuta looks at you, âAnd what about you, Ms?â
âOhâmy vow is that youâre all getting extra homework if eeeeevery single one of you doesnât dance to the reception tomorrow.â You look at each and everyone.
Small faces scrunched in glee.
Yuta hisses at Itadori. âTime for the ringsâthe rings!â And the pink-haired boy startles to hand them to him- just a single one plopped onto Tojiâs open palm. It was one of those cheap ring pops; still slightly sticky and encrusted with flecks of strawberry candy from before. The actual candy part of it had been very-obviously eatenâŚ
âSorry.â Itadori still smiles. âI ate it.â
âAnd theâŚother ring?â
âI ate that, too.â He excitedly claims, âPlastic and all!â
âIâŚlove whateverâs wrong with you.â Toji furrows his brows. âBut also what.â
âEnough talkâexchange the rings then vow your undying love!â Kugisaki yells. âThen die!â She turns to some of the other kids looking at her strange- âWhat? I donât mean it like thatâthe dramaâs just better when they die. Where are you going- where are you-â
âScary kid.â Toji comments. âBut sweet. But scary.âÂ
Megumi distances himself from everything.
Before long, Yutaâs announcing that they âexchangeâ rings.Â
You mime putting one on him.
From the sidelines, Todo sobs into Itadoriâs t-shirtâseriously, were they actually related or not?! âMarriagemaxxing alreadyâŚIâm so p-proud of you my rizzlerâŚmy brother in rizzâŚmy sidekickâŚâ
He jerks. âSideââ
Yuta speaks. âAnd do you, Ms. Teacherâtake this auraless man to be your husband?â He can already tell who came up with this officiantâs script- but before he can throw a glance at the trio and Todo, youâre nodding.
âI do.â
Toji feels his heart flutter. He grows warm.
And his fingers are just as tender and sweet as they slip that ring pop onto your left handââThen I announce you married- uh. Smooch?â
âEuuuuuuuugh! Gross-â Megumi wails.
If Toji thought that heâd been warm earlierâthen he wasnât prepared for right now. It feels as though his entire body was on fire from the inside; every vein, every cell, every single part of him that hummed with delight at the notion. That made him blush.
So embarrassingly, as though this was his first-ever crush.
Toji catches your eye- and you give him the briefest of nods.Â
And then heâs leaning inâŚheâs hearing your breath catch- and pressing his lips to the back of your hand - just the lightest of grazes, where the ring pop stood out - before pulling back just as quickly. Nothing indecent. Nothing that would give away anything to youâ
That ringâŚ
It tasted sweet on his lips.
The surrounding kids cheer- loudly. Now it seems that everyone in the playground had joined in on this little actâand thatâs exactly what it was.
Just a little act.
Tojiâs lips quiver with the beginnings of a sentence heâs been aching to say for so long-
And then the school bell rings denoting time for pick-up.
Around you, the kids run to their classrooms and their backpacks - excited to tell their parents about what theyâd just done in the playground. And as the sea of small bodies moves and thrashes against the two of youâŚToji just remains standing. Staring.Â
Something within him still unfinished and unsatisfiedâ
Youâre keeping his gaze for a few more seconds, before finally dropping it and unscrewing the plastic ring from your finger. âI uhâŚsorry about that- and thank you for playing along.â
âYeahâŚâ He faintly says. âYeah, no problem.â
You give him a tight-lipped smile. âAnd if you donât mind, I should probablyâŚâ
You gesture to the parents that had started walking in now, and he jerkily nods. âYeah- yeah, go doâŚthat.â
âYeah, IâŚâ Youâre then holding your hand out to him- nodding at him to keep his palm open. Then dropping the strawberry-scented ring pop into his hand. âGuess the divorce came a little sooner than expected, huh?â
âTwo seconds, thatâs a new record.âÂ
Starting to walk backâyou briefly wave. If he was a cockier man, heâd have called you nervous. âIâll see you at the talent show, ex-husband.â
âHopefully sooner, ex-wife.â
âOh- yes, the upcoming parent-teacher meetings.â
âThatâŚâ Toji murmurs to himself. That too, he supposes.Â
And as he watches you leaveâŚKugisaki is the first to speak up. âNot even a date? Awww man, I hate slowburns.â
He gapes, âI uhâŚâ
âNo, he got scared of his feelingsââ Itadori adds. Toji squirms. âDid you know my uncle says he doesnât have feelings? My grandpa agrees.â
âDad.â Megumi pulls on Tojiâs t-shirt to get his attention.Â
âYes, son?â
And so deadpan, so unexpected- âYou fumbled just like Klay Thompson.â
Dammit, son.
Speedwalking to the school with them. âThe fuck just happened?â
That one he mouths- he mouths. But Inumaki writes that one down fast-
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMIâS (and co.) FIVE-STEP PLAN TO MATCHMAKE HIS FATHER AND HIS TEACHERâPHASE? CURRENTLY ON HOLDâŚ
Reason: Parent-teacher meetings.
Status: Dire. Auraless. Megumi doesnât claim him.
Will the plan have to be abandoned?!
âSo.â
âSoâŚâ Youâre twiddling your thumbs together on top of the desk, eyes trained on Toji whilst his own dart around the colorful classroom. âMegumiâs such a good kid- honestly thereâs nothing more to say about him.â
Because today was the day of parent-teacher meetings; that half-an-hour where parents sit before you and leaf through crayon drawings and mathematics that made them cringe. Toji himself hadnât been the biggest fan of them when Megumi was youngerâwhy the fuck would kindergarteners need parent-teacher meetings?!
But now that his teacher was youâŚ
At least it gave him something even more to look forward to.
So he sets his elbows on your desk and leans inâevery meeting had been conducted sitting on opposite sides of your teachersâ desk. It was far too much proximity for his poor heart to takeâbut you sure as hell wonât hear him complaining.
Not a single peep.
He glides his roughened fingertips over the pages before him- Megumi was never the type to be cagey about his grades. And either way he did get everything above an 80%.Â
Toji tries not to let the tips of his lips twitch upwards into a smileâespecially as he looked over one of the artworks that Megumi had done: a slightly-smudged drawing of three small figures, one with pink hair, another with a brown bob-cut, and then a portrait of himself.Â
And then two larger figures on either side of them
Toji and yourself.
The prompt had been Megumiâs familyâŚ
âYou should be very proud, yâknow.â Your gentle voice breaks through the quiet air in the classroom.Â
Toji had come slightly after the other parents, as organizing Megumiâs little sleepover at the Itadori household (with Kugisaki and Todo in tow) had been absolute chaos. Today theyâd offered to take the children in because apparently Itadori had gotten some earthworm movies heâd wanted to share. And though Megumi didnât seem particularly excited at the prospect of earthworms, heâd been begging for weeks to have this sleepover.Â
Now. The sunlight dipped beneath the horizon outside, casting the classroom into its warm embraceâlike kindling fire. The light bounced off your features and touched his lips, too. Where things were perpetually encased in day and the hours were hot and lazyâlike the leaping spark from a fireplace.Â
For the first time in a long time, Toji lets himself smile. âYeah. Yeah, I am.â
Youâre nodding with a smile- âHe speaks about you a lot, did you know that?â Once Toji shakes his head, youâre continuing. âAbout how strong you are, about how youâre funnyââ Your nose crinkles, â-but an awful cook.â
âHey!â Toji squawks, indignified. âI try.â
âI know.â Something about that felt so knowing. âIt really is a pleasure having Megumi in my class- heâs quiet but I think Yuji and Nobara are slowly bringing him out of his shell. Heâs diligent. Heâs quietly kind. Heâs a sensitive kid, he notices things faster than most.â
âIâm sure he gets that from me.â He smirks.
You hum, staring at the blood-orange sky outside. Thereâs a long pause before you speak againââAnd I think itâs sweet how heâs trying with his friends to set the two of us up.â
Tojiâs jaw drops.
Actually drops.
For a moment heâs speechlesâhell, he thinks he might be speechless till the end of time. Sure, heâd guessed that you mustâve noticed something being offâŚbut he never thought youâd actually realize the two of you are being set upâ!
You catch the look in his eyes- âOh, câmon. You didnât think I wouldnât notice, did you?â
âI uhâŚâ
âThe cookies. The wingmanning. The wedding. The plans-â Stifling a laugh. âElementary schoolers arenât very good at whispering, you know that?â
âDamn.â Toji fists his hands, softly thumping them against the table. âAnd here I thought a bunch of elementary schoolers could fix my love lifeâŚâ
You humâsomething coy in your tone. âWhy donât you fix it yourself?â
And Tojiâs snapping his head up so fast that he thinks he mightâve caught whiplash-
âWould youâŚâ He swallows. He starts off unsurely. ââŚmaybeâŚlike to get coffee sometime-â
âYes.â
Barely waiting till the sentence flies off his tongue before you respond- it makes Toji wonder whether youâve been waiting for this as long as he has.Â
Embarrassment shows in your slightly-frantic movements, as you start picking at the stationary on your desk and smoothing out your clothes. Nervous. It hits him. âI uhâŚyouâre my last meeting of the day, actually. Iâm free to grab some coffee now, if you want?â
Heâs never agreed to anything faster in his life.
Less than twenty minutes later and the two of you have found yourselves in the cute new coffee shop down the road. The faintest memory of sugary goods still etched on your smiling lips, and your cups of drinks warming your handsâthe two of you were sitting and talking at a window booth when the rain had started.
âOh, shitâŚâ You peer outside. âYou were right.â
âHm?â Toji takes a sip of his black coffee.
âThe weathermen always lie.â
More than the panging warmth at the idea that youâd remembered a throwaway comment heâd said- was what youâd followed that sentence up with.
âHey, I know this is out-of-the-blue, butâŚI donât have an umbrella with me, and taxis are costly this time of evening.â You shift in your seat, avoiding his eyes for perhaps the first time since heâs met youââMy apartmentâs close by if youâd wanna maybe grab an umbrella from there? You could even hang around until the rain subsides, if you wantâŚâ
This time, itâs his turn to reply embarrassingly fast. âFuck yeah.â
And so youâd ran.
Youâd ran hot on each otherâs heels as though someone was chasing youâmaybe fear, maybe your inhibitions, maybe the feeling that Fushiguro Toji wanted to kiss you so badly.
So bad.Â
Youâre sploshinâ the five-minute walk it takes to reach your apartment- before youâre both darting inside and closing the door to the world. Just the two of you. On opposite sides of the narrow vestibule connecting the entrance to the living room. To your bedroom.
Toji presses himself against the cream-colored wall and breathes in. heavy.
This entire place carried your sweet, sweet scentâand it was driving him crazy.Â
In front of him, your hands seemed to absent-mindedly reach for the umbrella holder- blindly clasping around one polished handle. âI uhâŚâ
âYou-â
Youâre both attempting to speak at the same timeâthen abruptly stop when the other speaks. You gesture for him to continue, and he does the same for you-
âI just meant- hereâs your umbrella.â
âThanks.â Like a zombie, heâs reaching out and clasping it.Â
This was itâthis was really it.
He was about to leave.
He was about to wake up from this dream.
Before Tojiâs letting the umbrella drop to the floor- and youâre both crashing into one another. Itâs built and builtâand the coil of tension had tightened and tightened before finally snappingâ!
Lips against lips.
Tongues against teeth.
His lips sliding against yours and positively ravishing youâone of his large hands finds purchase on the back of your head. His warm touch. Toji feels the pretty pulse on your neck quicken as he tips your head back and delves his tongue even deeper - memorizing the taste of you to every crevice in his brain.Â
Your essenceâŚhe wants it imbued into him.
Absolutely starving.
He just couldnât get enough of you.
He just couldnât get enough of you.
The two of you are making out sloppily- and the sounds of lips lifting from lips permeates your entire apartment. Punctuated occasionally by the hollow grunts that Toji himself was letting off.Â
Your cunt twitches between your legs - and youâre pressing yourself into Toji even further. Pushing against his toned body. Rolling your hips against the raging, hot erection thatâd found itself home in his pants. Just the sheer size of it- the thickness, the way it throbbed against you was enough to make you let out a soft, simpering nose.
One that heâs gladly swallowing up wholeâgreedily, even. Because thatâs exactly what he was.
A fucking greedy man for everything thatâs to do with you.
And heâs waited for far too long.
In no time, youâre taking him by his larger hand and pulling him to your bedroom. Leaving the umbrella and your reservations behind.Â
Toji lets out a hallowed groan as heâs being pushed back into the bed- the backs of his knees hitting the mahogany bed frame. Your hands flying to the ties of his trousers. Your own knees striking the floorâ
âEasy thereâŚâ Toji brushes one hand down the side of your face- reaching back into your scalp and tightening. âDonât want my girl to get hurt.â
âYour girl?â You grin. âYou havenât even asked me out on a proper date yet.â
âAnd you should be buyinâ me dinner before this. Lecher.â
Youâre huffing as youâre able to tear that wretched fabric off his muscular legs- finally. And your jawâŚdropsâŚ
He was soâŚ
Fucking big.Â
From the moment his achinâ cockâs freed, Toji springs out and seems to pulse even thickerâthe start of his base reminding you of one of those soda cans. Toji reaches down to wrap his other hand âround it, his palm covering some of the dark curls decorating his pelvis, and he seems to look even bigger when framed like this.
Rock-hard. Covered in numerous veins.
They were dappled all across his inches and throb-throb-throbbing- so ravenously hard that Tojiâs length twitched the moment heâs feelinâ the cold bedroom air.Â
And not only was he big, but that curve of his shaft was delicious.
It made you wonder what itâd feel like to have him curve up insideâŚ
Upwards tilted. That crown of his craning up at the ceiling. The pointed end of his cock ended off with his blushinâ mushroom tip- so fat nâ already soaked in his wads of sopping precum. The color of it was the prettiest tannish pink youâve ever seen in your entire lifeâand so you really couldnât help but lean down and press a chaste peck-
The taste of his salted-caramel pre takes over your tastebuds immediately.
âO-ohâŚâ Tojiâs head throws backwards with a gravelly groan. âDonât go teasing me now, doll.â
âYouâre the one thatâs been teasing me this entire time.â You counter. Though youâre looseninâ your jaw and taking him in even further. Inch by solid fucking inch.
Itâs hard to stuff Tojiâs cock all down your throat like you so-badly wanted- he was big. Nâ those zig-zagging veins down his length made you want to lingerâŚmassaging the roof of your mouth with a few semi-gulps that rub his inches on top. Again and again.
Youâre shuttering your eyes and moaning deep into his shaft at the carnal scratch he somehow seemed to soothe.
âAh ahââ Youâre hearing him before youâre feeling him- suddenly, two thick fingertips are pinching your poor nostrils together. Eyelids flapping open to stare up at him.
Toji has the most cocky smile across his beautiful scarred lips as he peers down at you. âNow whatâs this about refusinâ to take me anymore?â He asks you, punctuating the that of his sentence with a thorough nudge of his bulbous tip down your throat. âYou donât wanna take me any further, doll? Or youâŚâ
And another.
Though, this time, it wasnât a nudge at all.
And Tojiâs massive length is pushing apart the wet walls of your throat- and mazing his throbbing cock inside. The noises youâre letting out when you slurp him up are so prettyâ
And the older man uses his second hand to wipe a stray tear off your cheeks, â-canât?â
âMmmâmmmfg.â Choking down both your needy sobs nâ your breaths. Youâre clawing at his thicks- so thick and toned.Â
âWhat? Whaaaat?â He pinches your nose even harder. âWhaâs the matter, teach?â
âYou-â Barely able to mangle out some semblance of coherent syllables - youâre going cross-eyed trying to both take him in deeper, and look at the fingers blocking off your airway. âMmm- ngh.â Whatever mess of a sentence that was meant to be, itâs coming out embarrassingly jumbled.
Embarrassingly so.
And tears are just starting to stream down your cheeks- your cuntâs getting even wetter at his actions and pushing against his toned calf- once he finally lets go. Finally.Â
With a loud pwah! youâre removinâ your swollen lips off of his cock. Feeling for your poor nose thatâs startinâ to stingââSo mean, Toji. I shouldâve bit that dick off.â You joke.
He looks at you with a leer, âWe both know that out of the two of us, youâd be the most disappointed with that.â And it was true- it really was true. But Toji takes it a step further by lazily reaching his calf over and pushing it against your cunt. Dripping wet even through those panties of yours- your pretty dress was hiked up nâ already exposing that sweet puddle thatâd formed in the middle of your underwear.Â
His mouth waters at the sight.Â
âSee what I mean?â Then Toji straightens up and pats the top of his manspread thighs. An invitation.Â
âBut, I havenât evenâŚâ
âSâokay.â He nods at you reassuringly. You didnât have to worry about any of that needing to please shit with him- heâd be the one driving you wild tonight. âI have something even- heh, sweeter in mind.â
And hopefully every night after that.
In a mere few moments, youâre settling yourself on Tojiâs lap. And then heâs attacking your mouth in a mind-numbing kiss, tongue swipinâ between your lips before ultimately sucking on those tastebuds of yours. Sucking. Like candy.Â
He then maneuvers the two of you to then drape you across the sheets; slightly sodden with lust and perspiration. The blankets stick against your clammy skin as Toji presses your hips down on the mattress- âDown, girl.â His fingertips dig into the side of your waist.
âWhatâs that about not teasing?â You pant.
With a low chuckle, Toji presses a peck on the left side of your hipsâthen creeps himself down until his handsome features were huffinâ and puffinâ against your sodden cunt. His own hot breath seemed to reach out to youâcurling, cloooouding, it seemed to stroke down that watery slit of yours. âFushiguro Toji never teases.â
âYouâre teasing right-â
âMâjust waiting for the perfect moment.â And thereâs not a second wasted- before Toji lurches himself nose-deep between your legs and gives your dripping pussy a good lick!
âO-ohâŚâ Your mouth waters at the brazen touch- body jolting just a little. Though if you thought that Toji would let you so much as squirm whilst heâs locked between those thighs of yours, then youâd be sorely mistaken. His fingers dip down the expanse of your legs and clutches you close against his ravenous mawââArenât you going to take off my panties, Toji?â
âDonât be vulgar, doll.â He mutters- just to tease you. âMâgonna eat you through your panties, of course.â
And itâs the only warning youâre getting.
Before Toji latches his puckered lips to your cunt- properly, this time. And his loooooong tongue was lavishinâ across every inch of your pussy he can reach. Through your pantiesâToji gapes his mouth open and laps like a fuckinâ animal at the leaking slit your underwear was stick to, your swollen folds, your utterly needy button.Â
âMmmmpf-â Tojiâs prominent nose pushes apart your pussylips, and heâs feelinâ for that puckered, pretty nub. Already throbbing like youâve been so impatient for him this entire time.
He presses himself closely against your clit for a few secondsâthrob-throb-throb!
Like a ticking time bomb. Heâs driving himself absolutely wild; before snakinâ your panties to the side and thrashing his tongue against your raw cunt. Slurping. Sucking. Everything and anything of you he could find - heâs pushing himself so nose-deep into your pussy that he damn-near canât breatheâand eating you out like an animal. âMmmm, donât you move a s-single inch now.â Toji tightens his hold on your quivering legs. âI havenât even started yet.â
âStarted whatâŚ?â You babble out - your hips were yearning to push off the creaking mattress.
Though all it took was a fraction of his strength to pin you back down, roverinâ his tongue on the slick-glued insides of your folds. Rooooound and round in circles that left your mind dizzy. âHeh- what else dâyou think?â Toji answers. âMâteaching this pussy how to take Fushiguro Toji, that mouth of yours barely could.âÂ
âRude.â
Before you could pipe up anything more witty, heâs spankinâ four fingertips down on your glistening pussy. âSânot rude if itâs true.â
âIâm the teacher here, though.â
âThen maybe Iâm the principal.â He leers- swabbing the fat edge of his tongue into your hole. âGonna grade you and everythingâŚâ
âThatâs fuckinâ cornyââ
âMade your pussy weep, though.â
And just in good time, too- because almost immediately heâs letting that first inch of his tongue fuck inside your cunt. Just the first inch. But it was already enough to make your toes curl nâ your back archâTojiâs wet muscle was just so thiiiiiiick.
Heâs plugginâ up your orifices with a mere few thrusts - the ridged texture of his tastebuds kneading your tight walls. Shovelling you open. Shovelling himself deeper inside. The flickerinâ tip of his tongue laps against some of your most tender areas nâ then pushes up into the sensitive roof of your cunt-Â
âSh-shiiiiitââ Youâre keening out in the prettiest trill heâs ever heard. Toji has the audacity to let out a wet giggle at your dripping core - clenching âround him.
His ears burn at the musical note- and before long, your folds are burning at the searing smack! that heâs planting on top of your cunt. Your head drops down to stare at him in shock.
âThatâs a C- for handling yourself.â He echoes. Two more spanks followâbefore Toji nuzzles your gummy pussy nâ laps his tongue across your clit. âBut an A for pretty moans.â
âI th-think that grading syllabus is a little- ngh! skewed, donât you think?â
Yet another spank.
âNot at all.â
He was merciless. Ruthless.Â
Absolutely impounding you with those slashing, scouring strokes of his - Tojiâs thrusts manage to reach so much deeper than youâd have ever guessed. And when he felt that his tongue was stuffed inside your pretty pussy far ânough, heâs flaring those edges outwards and scraping his tastebuds down the sides of your walls. Stimulating your snug channel sooooo fuckinâ goodâ
âSâthat so?â Toji flutters his long, dark lashes up at you. It takes a second for you to register that you might just have said that last thought out loud.Â
Though youâre merely steeling your expression and nodding-
Heâs plasterinâ his fingertips against your puckered pussy with a chuckle. âCute. But flatteryâs gonna get you nowhere- with all this damn squirming youâre doing, your Câs dropping down to a- haaaah, D.â
Your eyes pop open. âB-butâŚâ
âAnd just think-â Toji continues without a single speck of mercy for you. His tongueâs tunneling and thrusting- faster than your frenzied mind can keep up with. â-that if youâre reacting like this to just my long tongueâŚâ Thrust after thrust after thrustâthe curvaceous inches of his tongue donât leave a single bundle of nerve unprobed. Zig-zagging and swabbing wildly - your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. â-yer gonna fucking run away when it comes to my cock, doll.â
âOhââ Youâre tumbling your hips constantly up to him. Attempting to heighten the friction. âPromise I wonât. Promise-â
âAnd now look at you.â And after all heâs taught youâŚToji grasps his left hand underneath your arching body. Grabbing a nice handful of your ass cheeks- it makes him smile to watch your mouth drop in shock at the lecherous action. âDropped down to a D-.â
A fucking minus.
That earns you several more wet spanks. And then a fucking pinchâright on your clit.Â
And Toji merely trundles, âWhere the fuck does this pretty pussy think sheâs going?â
Crashing his lips intoâŚyours. Quiverinâ your weakened limbs around the back of his neck-Â
Your ankles are weakly latching themselves there- slightly glissading down his glossy strands. It messes up his hair just a little, and Tojiâs soon finding himself smirking against those pussylips.
âTchâŚfine, you get a B for neediness.â
Only a B?!
But perhaps it was better that youâd kept your mouth shut - mostly because you couldnât speak over the primal moans that kept escaping your throat - because then Tojiâs sinking his canines âround your clit and swervinâ his face aaaaaaall around your pussy. Every corner and inch.
Heâs fucking coating his features in a layer of your shimmering slick.
Like a damn medallion.
It clings to him in long, ropey excess.Â
âO-oh my godââ And then your trilling vocals break the very second that heâs intruding your hole once more- this time, with his fingersâŚ
You weave your own hands into Tojiâs sweat-dampened hair and hold on for dear life.Â
âHmmm, a little possessive, huh? Mâbumping that neediness to a- hah, A+...heh.â As a reward, youâre getting his textured lips encasing your sopping clitâjust so desperate and damn-near flinching with how hard you were pulsing between your legs. Needing. Needing.Â
Your breath comes out in stuttered bursts, and it takes everything in you to echo. âA-and what do I have to reach to- mm, get your cock, Toji?â
âI dunno, arenât you the one with a t-teaching degree?â Heâs babbling- before that haziness in his eyes clear up once he realizes what heâs just said. âNo, waitâIâm pretending to beâŚIâm the one gradinâ nowâŚâ
Toji looks down at your pussy as though offended. A spank wasnât enough, heâs properly spitting.Â
âThis pussyâs made me pussydrunk, heeeeh?â He scoffs nâ edges in to suckle on your clitâall while his two bulky fingers were scissoring between your pussylips. âAn A+ for thatâŚâ
Pussydrunk.
Though youâre not doing too well yourself.
Youâre just sizzling from the very insides - even your very vessels seemed to be vibrating with that carnal sort of needy for him. And as Tojiâs slashing strikes with his fingers accelerate, so does that kindling pit of pleasure in your stomach. âI th-think mâclose, TojiâŚâ
âClose?â Tojiâs breath hitches. âClose? And we havenât even finished the grading yetâbuck up, doll, because mânot holding back anymore.â
âTh-that was you holding back?!â
Evidently so.Â
And you can surely attest to thatâin mere moments, heâs adding in a third finger with a lecherous slurp! of his honed inches beinâ all sucked in. Down every single joint. Down to his damn knuckles; youâre feeling those mountainous ridges push up against your sensitive pussy, and Tojiâs three fingers were rovering and reeeeeaching every single spot inside.Â
Claiming them as his.Â
Toji laps up a silken line of slick thatâd dripped from your cunt and down his wristâyou were claiming him as yours, tooâŚâGot a second to hear your grades, doll?â Whilst the desperate pleads start to bubble at your throat- âWonât be givenâ you this cock until you doâŚâ
âThen tell them to meââ You shriek. Haaaauling at the thick tufts of his scalp, âFucking tell them, Toji.â
âWell, manners fuckinâ F.â Toji huffs- but he couldnât fool you. Ohhh, the expression on his face was pure ecstasy as you guided his lapping face around your cunt. âBut manners for this pussyâŚhmmmmâŚB.â
âOnly a fucking B-â
âRoughness: used to be C- but oh, mâthinking itâs now an A.â He comments - the more and more frustrated you become, the more your carnal urges surface. Your grip is searing on his scalp. Your legs are locking around his neck. âDoesnât mean you can go easier on me now, teach.â
âFuh-fuuuuck, Tojiââ
âWetness: A+ of course.â Rolling his eyes as if that should be obvious, âSweetness: A++.â
âFuck-â
âThat mouth of yours? D.â
âFuck you.â
âMâtrying to. And hmmmm, about the way she clenchesâŚâ He ponders- before then directly diverting his round, rotund fingertips to the spot just a few inches into your channel. Heâs already mapped your smallest ridges nâ crevices out by all of these thrusts- and youâre feeling pure white-hot pleasure run down your spine as Toji then rams his dexterous fingers into your fucking g-spot. âThatâs an A+++â
Because of course, youâre keeping him hostage.
Of course, youâre squeezing your velvety walls around him until his joints were turning whiteâand Tojiâs fingers were havinâ a tough time moving back and forth stuffed between those clingy walls of yours.Â
And yetâŚheâs scissoring apart your needy grip and ramminâ into your deepest, most sensitive depths.Â
Again and again and again- âYeahâŚthis pussyâs definitely gonna take me now. Isnât that right, teach?â But the only thing your fried head can urge you into doing is nodding. âThaâs what I thought. Dumbification: A.â Toji cocks his head. âDonâtcha think Iâm being too nice with these grades?â
Shaking your head fervently- through sobs.
âMmmmâŚwell, I think I am.â His canines teasingly grip your clit and draaaaag that swollen nub out. âSâalright doll. After this, you can grade my cock when sâtimeâŚâ
He smirks - still keeping that firm attachment onto your most sensitive place - and you can feel it. You can feel itâ
âAnd you can be as fuh-fuckinâ ruthless as you want.â Tojiâs long fingers then curl inside your cunt for a final time beforeâŚâBecause I know mâgonna be fucking my girl right.â
Before youâre shattering.
Breaking into your highâit first starts with an explosion of pleasure between your legs- before teleporting right up to your fuzzy head. Your thighs were quaking. Your pulse was thundering so loud you could hear it with your own ears- and it felt as though those torrential waves of bliss were just taking you over.
âOhâoh, fuck.â Clawing your hands through Tojiâs hair. The only anchor you had was this- and the tunneling digits that were fingering you to ecstasy- he was hitting at every peak. He was elongating your orgasm more than you ever thought possible. âFuck, fuck, fuck- fuuuuuck, Toji.â
âThaâs right- say my name.â He grunts. Such lecherous slurps! echoing from between those legs of yours as he sucked nâ sucked on your clit simultaneously. âSay my name- say my name. Whoâs making you feel this good?â
âToji.â You hiccup. âY-you, Toji.â
A sudden spank! resounds across all four corners of the room.
Your high crescendos even further than your limits- or at least what youâd assumed them to be.Â
âI was lookinâ for sir, but that works, tooâŚâ Your jaw drops at the boldness of this man.Â
âSir? D-donât think that youâre getting off easy when I- ngh, when I finally ride you stupid.â As the last few pangs of your orgasm shimmer through your body, youâre managing to gather your thoughts better than before. âWhat do you think youâd get anyway?â
Toji pulls off your oversensitive pussy with a loud plap! âAâs across the board.â
âOh, donât be so humble.â
With that said- youâre reaching out and grabbing Toji by the collar. He gets dragged upwardsâthe bed dips as the larger man cages you in with his strong forearms. He leers, âI think you pass, donât you?â You could see that somewhere during makinâ out with your pussy, Toji had tugged down his pants- likely to jerk himself off as he did so.
And his long cock stood aching and rock-hard between his legs.
That round, reddened tip of his seemed to wink up at you as he dribbled out a single bead of precum. Aaaaall the way from the edge of his cockhead, and aaaaaall the way down to his bushy black curls at the base.Â
Your mouth waters.Â
Hands on his body- his fingers tearing through your own fabric. Soon enough youâre naked beneath himâand heâs just as devastatingly bare. Perfectly-aligned abs. Chiselled pecs. Fushiguro Toji had a body that made him look as though he was hand-carved by Hercules himself- it was just so sensual the way his ladder-like core pushed down against yours.
And itâs so difficult to keep a stern face facing him when those bulky biceps of his were flexingâright next to your face.Â
But somehow you manage- you were a professional after all, werenât you?
âIâm serious about what I said on riding you stupid.â Youâre murmuring up at him, âFlip over.â
He smirks, âAnd if I donât?â
Within split-seconds, youâre grabbing a fistful of his hair and watch as his cock twitches at the rough manhandlingâat the way youâre turning the two of you over and straddlinâ his hips. Toji bucks with a groan underneath you, but youâre quicker than that- and youâre clasping a hand around his gulping throat. Sweaty and scorching to the touch .
âAh ah-â You tut. âYou already had your fun. Now itâs time for mineâŚâ
âAye aye, teach.â
âQuiet coyote.â
Toji mimes zipping his lips shutâbut thereâs openinâ back up again almost instantly once he feels your sultry hips swivelling down his cock. You duck a hand underneath yourself to grab his throbbing hilt- and before long, his wet tipâs smushing apart your pussylips. Heâs intruding that hole of yours and bucking up into where you needed him the most.Â
He shovels in a few more inches with an echoing sluuuurp! of your pussy viciously gulping him up.
âWhat did IâŚoh.â Beside yourself, your headâs throwing backwards at the sheer pressure he was creating inside. âWhat did I say about staying still?â
âActuallyâŚyou didnât say anything about that.â That grin of his was infuriatingly handsome. âStill, mmm, cockdrunk?â
âYou wishâŚâ Though that wasnât an outright denial.
It was true that your mind was coiled with fog after your last orgasm; the dopamine still coursing through your body. And the way that Tojiâs thickened, textured length was pushing your walls aside wasnât helpingâit was making you feel sensations so raw and carnal- that salivaâs dripping down one side of your mouth after a mere few semi-thrusts.
Just the bulging edge of Tojiâs tip scourinâ your channel inwards.
âAwww, donât tell me I was right?â He asks you- and it registers as mere distant words. Toji reaches out his right hand and wipes away that splatter of spit - before bringing it up to his own mouth and sucking. What an animal. âCanât grade olâ Tojiâs cock? Or is it- heh, so good that Iâm breaking all the scales?â
âYou fucking-â
âYeah yeah, wish- right?â He scoffs meanly. But honestlyâŚhe might be teasing you but he was completely infatuated with the idea of your smart mouth babbling for him like this.
The way you were twitchinâ with every light graze of his flared tip.
Your insides were getting used to him, and Toji was only stuffing himself even deeper. âRightâŚâ Though of course- Toji himself wasnât doing all too hot. Just a single one of your adhesive-like clenches and he canât help but buckâ
âEasy, eeeeasy- you can take me, my girl.â He grits his teeth. He blinks back the tears in his eyes. Heâs guiding your impatient hips nâ grinding your cunt dooooown onto his pelvis. âFuck- fuck, and how dâyou grade the stretch?â
Your eyes pop open. âThe stretch?â
âMhm- the streeeeetchâyeah?â Tojiâs chest rumbles in delight as he watches your every microexpression and reaction. Even the smallest curlings of your toes. âSuch a big stretch feels good, yeah?â
âMhm- I rate it aâŚâ Your jaw hangs open- as though to purposefully influence your grading, heâs shovelling his length a few more times. Faster. âB.â
And thatâŚwhat the fuck?!
âA fucking what?â That makes Tojiâs maw gape, and his handsome face twist into something of bewilderment. You look at him and you honestly let out a little chuckle - but that seems to only spur his driving hips even further. âOh noooo, doll. Youâre joking.â
âI said what I said.â Biting back. âItâs a B becauseâŚâ Throwing your head back and archingâyouâre gaining more movement in your hips and letting him push inside. â-youâre just not- fuck. Bottoming. Out. Fucking do it alreadyâ!â
His feet plant ever-so-slightly on the ricketing mattress- and that means you were feeling the plushness of his muscular thighs against your back. Those tendons and rippling strength. Thereâs honestly nothing more for you to do but gnaw down on your trembling lower lip in the hopes that those embarrassing noises wonât escape-
Because Toji then glues his hands upon either side of your hips and slams your cunt down onto him.
Itâs such incredible friction. Itâs so many of his winding veins- pushinâ apart your walls and scouring you all overâ
Youâre arching your back into him and gasping- âAâŚâ
âA what?âÂ
âA for your veins.â And that honestly manages to catch him off-guard and make him let out an exhilarated bout of laughter. Being in your presence was like four shots of espressoâfucking you was four shots of vodka. Straight. Heâs dizzy and heâs clamorinâ his numerous inches up your pretty channel, watching as you drip glittering globs of slick all âround him.Â
âOhâŚâ Toji seems to grow even bigger inside you. He grips you as hard as your pussy was clenchinâ him. âKeep going-â
âAnd a- fuck, an A for your paceââ Just perfect. Dizzingly fast; whilst still being steady and balanced enough that you were able to feel his textured length slipping into every spot he needed to slip intoââAnd aâŚa fucking F for your attitude.â
âHeyâŚâ Toji juts his scarred lip out in a mock-attempt at a pout. âDonât imply mâsassy when your pussy speaks like that to me.â
Right on cue, youâre letting out some of the most sinful slurps as your cunt slaps right down onto him. Onto his hefty balls.Â
Tojiâs thick brows raise at the sounds- even he didnât think that your pussy could get this chatty. Mouth falling agape as he watches you drip-drip-driiiip.
Youâre grabbing onto both of Tojiâs sculptured deltoids for balance, increasing your pace as your legs start to grow limp. Perhaps noticing your little struggle, heâs supporting one of your legs with his left handâand thumbing over your clit with his right. âAnd then? What elseâdick got yer tongue?â
âYou fuckinâ wish.â You snipe back.
âYeah.â Toji simply replies. Without a single warning, heâs craning his head up and signalling you to open your mouth- instinctually, your tongue sticks out. Perfect for him to spitâa heaping mess between your lips. âYou looked so pretty with my cock stuffed down your throat, too.â
Grumbling - though it was just for show - yet you swallow. âThat was a B- since you almost missed.â One of your hands reaches up to swipe at the splattered saliva piled on the edge of your mouth.
âOh, no.â With such a loving glint in his eyes, heâs leaning up and kissing the mess heâd just left behind. âThat was totally on purpose, doll.â
âF-filthyâŚâ
âYou know it, teach.â
Both of your bodies were slick with sweat and glissading against one another- Toji himself was especially frenzied with his movement. His thrusts. His battering rams. The way his pointed tip struck the end of your cervixâbottomed-out, and then smeared apart your channel to drag aaaaaaall the way back down. Aaaaaaall the way back in.
And through it all- youâre sputtering out the same ruthless grading of his cock. Red-hot and ruining your insides with every thrust. Pump after pump- âDeepnessâŚB.â
Bruising his tipâs circumference at the very back of your pussy. Dribbling out ribbons of pre.Â
âHmmm, alright a B+.â Pleasure runs through your body the more nâ more Toji grows irritated- because that meant the more he was trying to prove himself. The harder he was fucking you. âAnd the- hah, curve: an A.â
âDamn right.â That, he could most certainly be proud of. That slightly upwards curve of him was the perfect shape to mold your walls- to let his honed tip be the searchlight.
And your sweetest spots were what he was aiming for.
After a few more vulgar strokes, Tojiâs rediscovering and ramming himself into none other than your g-spot. That throbbing bundle of nerves thatâd just kept on and on waiting for him to probe you with his shaftâperhaps a bit too long at thatâŚâWhat took you so long to find that spot again, Toji?â
âTake it easy on meâŚâ He pleads with a slight hint of amusement. âYour pussy was to- mmm, hypnotizing. You canât blame a guy for taking a little timeâŚneedy fuckinâ pussy.â
That last bit was said to himself- underneath his breath, in fact.
And yet, your proximity means that youâre catching onto every single word - and without a split-second of hesitation youâre countering back. âOh? What was thatâŚIâm sorry, maybe I was- hngh, hearing things? Because it just sounded to me like you wanted all your g-grade to plummet to an F?â
His lips part. âYou wouldnâtâŚâ
You peck him on the mouth. âTry. Me.â
And fuuuuuckâitâs clear heâs not expecting the way that sends pangs of excitement coursing through every inch of him. Itâs clear he doesnât know what to fucking do with himself- once he propells his ruddied cockhead to hit against the door to your womb.
And Tojiâs thighs are left shivering at the way your walls immediately rush to embrace him.
Suctioning him.
A ribbon of drool drips slowly from the edge of his mouth, âA-and what do I have to do to make it up?â
âHmmmm?â The fact that you made the Fushiguro Toji stutter so blatantly like thisâŚit was driving you wild. It was making the cockiest smile plaster across your face- he wanted to kiss it away so bad but you were teasingly inching your lips away, making him work for it.Â
He growls and repeats- âWhat do I have to fucking do to get- hah, extra credit? To make up for myâŚâ Tojiâs prominent Adamâs apple bobs. â-mistake.âÂ
âThere now. Was that so hard to- hah, admit?â You coo. âGimme a D.â
âHuh?â Toji gapes. âArenât you the one supposed to be- ngh, giving out the grades?â
âYeah, I know. Iâm just telling you to shut up and fuck me harder with your fat dickââ
âYes, maâam.âÂ
He lightly stirs his hips in semi-circular motions to get the most out of his veiny cock- to make sure that those prized nâ precious vessels were massaging your insides just right. âFuck-â Your entire upper half is shaking from stimulation - âFuck, fuck, fuuuuuckâjust like that.â
âHngh, oh yeah?â Honed canines beared.
âFaster-â And he listens.
âHarder.â And he listens once more.
âFucking-â Youâre it escape you in a trilling tone. â-b-breed meâŚâ
Tojiâs breathless once the words register to him. âYes, maâamâŚâÂ
Pumping up into you - meeting your bouncinâ cadence - like he was angry with you. Like he was trying to shove to your deepest depths nâ then probe his erect cock even further. Like he was trying to meld your bodies into oneâ
He was fucking you in a way that was so animalistic.
And Toji canât help it- fuck, he canât help but throw his head backâit just feels so good. Eyes shuttering. Brows furrowing. His hips unsticking from the now-dampened bedsheets to arch properly up into you-
But thatâs when he feels those familiar fingers âround his throat again.
âAh ah ahââ You tut. Your vision was just a little bleary from all the tears and pleasure clogging up your mind- âAnd who said you could- hah, move, hm? Seems like youâre the one running away, not me. What? Scared mâgonna milk you too hard, Fushiguro Toji?â
He growls. âYou littleâŚâ
âF- for handling yourself.â Remembering just how much heâd teased you earlier for similar reactions just made these words so much sweeter on your tongue. âIn factâŚâ
Toji looks eagerly up at you through his bangs.
To which youâre taking your lazy time changing your sloppy cadence into figure-eights instead. It swerved nâ stirred his pussy around your depths; and made it so that the most sensitive parts of Tojiâs veins - that pinkish line underneath his slit, the frailest of his veins, where his balls rested - were being stimulated. Making him pour out wads of precum into you as though it was a waterfallâ
âSee me after class.â
âFuck yes.â Toji grunts to himself- his hair was flying into his face, and every bit of his skin seemed to be furiously flushed. âFuckâfuck, I need to cum inside you.â
Plap after plap after plap! of his hips hitting yours. âMhmmmââ
âI n-need to fill you up until here-â His thumb briefly detaches from your clit to graze your lower stomach, where your womb was wont to be. âI need to feel it pouring out of you- then fuck it all back in.â And he was pistoning into you like it, too.
âShit, mâclose-â
Hard. Fast. The wads of his sappy precum only get stronger and more frequent - âI n-need toâŚâ
Tojiâs voice hatches into nothingness in his throat, and youâre cooing down at him cutely. âWhatâs thaaaat?â
âNeed you to make me a f-father for a second time.â Toji utters.
And then with a particularly hard press on your heart-shaped, swollen clitâyouâre both tumbling into your highs together. Tumbling into one another as you both hold each other through your strong orgasms - even stronger than the one youâd had prior.
Zaps and twinges of pleasure.Â
Goosebumps dapple across your skin.
Your spine arches into him.Â
Now you have Tojiâs ravenous cock bulging into your walls- his globular tip searchinâ for every sweet spot and pinpointing them using his shape. That only elongated the sparks of your high until it felt never-ending; and dopamine washes over your body and leaves you wracking. Hands clawing down wherever you could latch onto the older man. Your knees squeezing tighter around his waist to milk him through his own euphoria. âYesâyes, just like that.â
âOhâŚoh, look at the way mâdripping out of youâŚâ Tojiâs mouth unfastens. Your cunt had already been bloated around his cock- now with his volumes of cum being webbed up inside, it was almost too much for you to handle.
And Tojiâs orgasm rips through him strongâeven his powerful limbs were wrapped around you as he powered through it. His thumb tremblinâ as he rolled and rolled.
He breathes out hot and heavy when those fingers of his dare to wonderâŚright along where a sheen was spreading along your inner-thighs. Every satiny drop of cum he was pouring out gets slid down your cervix- and then trickles deep inside of you. âSo messy, this pussy oâ mine.â
âYours?â You gasp. Though even that tiny reaction meant you feel his warm wetness splosh! inside you.
âMhmmmââ He nods drunkenly. Left arm wrapping behind you and pulling you to him - resting you against his chest. âBut donât worryâŚthis cock is yours, too.â
You scoff. âThe audacity. Didnât I give this cock an F?â
âYeah, you sure did give me a fuck.â
You decide that the only way to shut up him is to overstimulate him by fuckinâ himâperhaps unfortunately for you, Fushiguro Toji seemed to have had the same idea.
âMmm, now what about the parent-teacher meeting? We already- oh, handed out the grades, didnât we?â Heâs whispering in your ear once heâd somehow manhandled you into a doggy position. Sculpted abs pressed against your spine. Beefy arm wrapped around your throat in a headlockâ
âT-to say what?â Youâd wheezed out.
âThat mânot done fucking this pussy pregnant.â
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMIâS (and co.) FIVE-STEP PLAN TO MATCHMAKE HIS FATHER AND HIS TEACHERâPHASE FIVE: đ˛đđđ đđâŚ
Itâs so over.
Today was the day of the talent show; and Fushiguro Megumi had never felt more untalented.Â
And noâŚit wasnât because of any of the other competitionâif he had any idea how these things go, at the end they were going to say that everyone won and everyone gets a prize. This was elementary school, after all. And he was quite grown up.Â
Anywaysâthe point is his, Itadori, and Kugisakiâs magic show had been quite the hit amongst parents especially.
And that wasnât why he was feeling untalented.Â
It wasnât because Todoâs PG-censored version of a Megan Thee Stallion song had been honestlyâŚquite good. It wasnât because Yutaâs puppeteering act had been something thatâd drawn endeared laughter from both kids and parents alike. It wasnât even because of the act that was happening right nowâŚwhere Inumaki was standing alone on center stage with a notebook opened up in his hands. The last act of the night.
The rest of the show had gone swimmingly.
Inumaki was a bit more of the quiet type, but at this moment he speaks into the mic loud and clear.Â
âFor my talent today, I am going to read out vocabulary words taught to me by Fushiguro-san. Thank you Fushiguro-san!â
The audience coos and turns to try and find the aforementioned man.
From his position peaking-in from backstage, Megumi watches his father pale from the first row. And then sink deeper into his seat.
Deeper.
And deeper.
And deeper-
âBud.â
Though the rest of the audience nods in sweet endearment- Tojiâs damn-near jumping out of his seat in surprise. That wasâŚclearly not what he had been expecting.
Not at all.
Inumaki continues.
âCookie.â
And Toji has gathered enough bravery toâŚperhaps properly sit up in his seat. Clapping along with the other parents- looking around to make sure that he wasnât just hearing things. And this was actually what Inumaki was reciting.
âConcussion.â
That one draws some admiring sounds. Such a big word for such a small kidâgood on Fushiguro Toji, right?
He might just be safeâŚ
âAnd divorce.â That one draws mixed reactions- but Inumaki closes his infamous blue notebook, and Toji lets out a sigh of relief - one that was nearly audible backstage.Â
Along with the rest of the parents, he can whole-heartedly start clapping now. Maybe even throw in a cheer or two.
Let the audience know that he was the mastermind behind such academic advancements. Yeah, maybe they should pay him.
But Inumaki wasnât done yet.
âAnd my favorite yetââ Which one was it? Which other important vocabulary word had Toji so graciously bestowed upon this kid? Which other aspect of his life had Toji alleviated by the sharing of precious, precious knowledge? Inumaki firmly grips the mic. âIs fuc-â
Megumi leaps onto stage and snatches the microphone out of Inumakiâs hand before he can complete that specific wordâŚ
But the implication must have been evident either way, because then each set of eyes turns behind to the black-haired man. And glares. Toji flips them off. The applause is more polite than willing now. Then he decides that heâs never showing his face âround here again, heâs never stepping a foot through those damn multi-colored doors if it fucking kills him, heâs neverâ
Just then, youâre stepping onto the stage and graciously taking the mic from Megumi. Heâs so back.
âHello? Is this thing on?â You chuckle into it.Â
And TojiâŚToji knows. He knows he wouldnât mind being thrown a dirty look from every single person he meets- so long as youâre there to spot him out in a crowd. Tugging his son close to youâas you beckon all the other kids on-stage and start your speech.
Itâs mostly thanking those that made it possible; the parents, the staff, and especially the students. Toji isnât quite ashamed to admit that heâd been too busy drowning in your gorgeous tone to even register your wordsâ
Expectedly, you were telling the kids that everyone won - and Principal Yaga had been called on-stage to hand out prizes to every one of the kids. And as Fushiguro Megumi holds his prize - a custom trophy with his name, a certificate, and a bunch of art supplies - heâs suddenly remembering why heâd been feeling so untalented.
It had been a week since Phase Four of the mission to get you and his father together. And it had been a few days since parent-teachers meeting and Toji had come to pick him up the next day, smiling dopily.
Megumiâs sure his fatherâs losing his marbles.Â
And he has the strange, sinking feeling that after tonight- theyâd either forget about the plan or abandon it altogether. Feeling so hopelessâitâs so over.
âHey, FushiguroâŚâ Itadori not-so-successfully whispers to the black-haired boy, ultimately drawing attention from whomever was around the two of you. âFushiguro, isnât that your dad coming up the aisle?â
âAnd why does he have such a big bouquet of flowers?â Kugisaki adds on.
ThoughâŚonce Toji reaches the foot of the stage everything becomes very clear.
Because with a hand coming up to your mouth, and the spotlight shined on you, he lovingly hands you the plush bouquet of roses from below. Roses. Red, red roses.
With a silent thank youâyouâre kissing Toji on the cheek.
Every. Single. One of their jaws drop-
Inumaki starts scribbling something down in his notebook.
Yuta sticks an approving thumbs-up.
Even some of the parents in the audience whisper to one another - most nod approvingly.Â
And Toji catches Megumiâs eye to wink. âWeâll talk later.â He mouths.
Megumi nods mutely- excitement thrums through him so fast that his fists clenchâand Itadori has to clasp onto them. They succeeded? They really, truly succeeded?
His eyes are glimmering as he turns to Itadori and Kugisaki- both nodding excitedly in agreement. They couldnât squeal like they wanted to right now with Yagaâs speech droning on in the background, but afterâŚafter, they had a loooot of questions for the new couple.Â
Together; they loop their arms together in a silent victory.
Theyâre so back.
Though being silent was never something for Todo Aoi.
Yelling.Â
âFushiguro Toji rizzed Ms. Teacher before GTA 6â?!â
Status: W.Â
A/N. Honestly AHAHAH- this was so unserious.
Plagiarism not authorized.

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ŕ¨ŕ§ â Sukuna's tatted hand is tangled in your hair, fingers fisted tight enough to make your scalp burn, wrenching your head back at an angle that has your spine curved like a bow. Your face is smushed into his rumpled dorm bedsheets- drool pooling beneath your slack mouth, mascara smeared across the cotton, tears and snot mixing into a pathetic mess.
âHHNNGGHH-! NNGHH-! AH, AH, AHHHN-â
Your moans are muffled by the mattress, garbled and broken, punctuated by the sound of Sukuna's hips slamming against your upturned ass. He's fucking you like he hates you -or maybe like he owns you- each stroke punching deep enough to kiss your cervix, his heavy balls swinging forward to smack your swollen clit with every impact.
âLouder,â he grunts, sweat dripping from his brow onto your arched back, âWant the whole floor to hear how pathetically desperate you are.â
âMMMPHH-! S'KUNA-! S'KUNAAAA-!!â
His free hand cracks down on your ass, the SMACK echoing through the room, leaving a perfect red handprint blooming across your jiggling cheek. You wail, cunt clenching involuntarily around his thick shaft, and he laughs- a beautifully dark and cruel laugh.
âSqueezing me already? We're just getting started.â
Neither of you hear the door open.
There, framed in the doorway, stands Gojo Satoru -Sukuna's unfortunate roommate-frozen mid step with a physics textbook clutched to his chest like a shield.
âSukuna have you seen my-â
His beautiful blue eyes -stunning even behind those thick rimmed glasses- go wide as he processes the scene before him. Sukuna. On the bed. Balls deep in some girl, fucking her so hard the cheap bedframe is creaking against the wall. The wet schlck of her soaked pussy getting absolutely ruined filling the room, followed by broken, sobbing moansâŚ
Oh my god. Oh my GOD.
Gojo's mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. No sound comes out.
And then you lift your head.
Just slightly -Sukuna's grip loosening for a fraction of a second as he adjusts his angle- and your tear streaked, fucked stupid face turns toward the door. Tongue lolling out. Eyes rolled back so far the whites show. Drool connecting your lips to the sheets in shiny strings.
Gojo's heart stops.
That's-
He knows you.
He's seen you. Curled up on the common room couch with Toji, sharing a blanket, stealing bites of his ramen while he pretended to be annoyed. Laughing at Tojiâs terrible jokes. Wearing his oversized hoodies.
That's Tojiâs girlfriend.
âThe doorâ Sukuna grunts, hips never faltering, âwas locked for a reason, four eyes.â
âS-Sukuna-â Gojo's voice cracks, strangled.
Sukuna doesn't stop. Doesn't even slow down. He just turns his head- slowly, lazily, like a predator acknowledging prey that poses zero threat and grins.
âLike what you see?â Sukuna's smirk is practically audible as he pulls out slowly -you whimper at the loss- giving Gojo a full, glistening view of his cock, veins pulsing, slick with your arousal. Then he slams back in, punching another scream from your lungs.
âI-I-â Gojo stammers, textbook slipping from nerveless fingers.... He should leave. He should definitely leave. But his feet are rooted to the floor, and his cock is hardening traitorously in his sweatpants, tenting the fabric in a way that's impossible to hide. Fuck fuck fuck-
âI- you- she's-â Gojo's brain is short circuiting, glasses fogging from the sudden heat of the room. His eyes dart between Sukuna's sweat slicked torso, your arched back, the obscene gape of your pussy every time Sukuna pulls out to the tip before slamming back in, âThat's Tojiâs girlfriend!â
âIs she?â Sukuna's voice drips with mock innocence. His tatted up hand tightening in your hair, yanking your head up so Gojo can see your face clearly. Can see the way your eyes have glazed over, pupils blown wide with need, any trace of shame long since fucked out of you, âCould've fooled me. She's been my personal cocksleeve for months now.â
âWha- months?!â
You moan- high, desperate, shameless and push your hips back against Sukuna, chasing his cock like your life depends on it, âAAAHHHH-! OH GOD-! S-Sukuna, he's- he's watching-â
Gojo makes a choked sound. She's- she's not even trying to-
âI know.â Sukuna's red eyes lock onto Gojo's frozen form, âIsn't that the point?â He yanks your hips up higher, so Gojo can see everything -the way your puffy lips stretch around his girth, the creamy ring of arousal at his base, the way your clit throbs with every impact. âCome closer, Satoru. Get a real look at how a pussy should be fucked.â
I should leave, Gojo thinks frantically, even as his feet carry him two steps closer. I should definitely leave. This is insane. This is- I should turn around and walk out and pretend I never saw this. I should tell Toji. I should- His hand drifts unconsciously toward his straining erection-
âDon't touch yourself,â Sukuna snaps, and Gojo's hand freezes mid air, âYou don't get to cum. You get to watch. Learn something, virgin.â
Gojo doesn't move.
âI can see your dick twitching from here. Poor pathetic virgin, watching his roommate ruin another manâs girl. Getting off on it. Tragic.â
Gojo's face flames scarlet. His hand shoots down to cover the obvious tent in his sweatpants, humiliation burning through him- but he still doesn't leave.
Tojiâs going to kill him, Gojo thinks wildly. Tojiâs going to find out and literally murder him on campus.
Sukuna slams back into you so hard the bed screeches across the floor, â-pay attention, looser.â
What follows is the most deviant lesson of Gojo Satoru's life.
He watches the entire time- glasses steamed, cock throbbing, shame weighing heavy in his chest as Sukuna fucks you through orgasm after orgasm. Sukuna even flips you over and makes you ride him reverse cowgirl so Gojo can see everything- the way his thick cock splits your pussy open, the way your creamy slick drools down his shaft, the way your stomach bulges slightly every time he bottoms out.
âLook at him,â Sukuna commands, gripping your jaw and turning your head toward Gojo, âLook at the pathetic little nerd jerking off to you getting bred.â
Gojo's hand is in his pants now... He doesn't remember putting it thereâŚ
You look at him -eyes glazed, mouth hanging open, utterly fucked stupid and smile, D-Does it feel good... Gojo-kun?â
He cums in his pants like a goddamn teenager after hearing your sweet voice⌠shitâŚ
Sukuna laughs until he's breathless, then flips you onto your back again and fucks his own orgasm out of himself, painting your insides white while Gojo watches with a hand still wrapped around his softening cock.
âHaaaahhh⌠hahhhhâŚâ You twitch and moan through the aftershocks, feeling his seed pump into your womb in thick, pulsing ropes. It's so much. Too much. It starts leaking out around his cock immediately, dripping in a creamy river onto his ruined bedsheets.
Sukuna pulls out slowly, a thick pearlescent strand of cum connecting his softening cock to your ruined, gaping hole. Your pussy clencheson nothing, pushing out more of his seed in a slow, obscene drool that patters onto the floor.
He turns to his roommate, not even bothering to wipe himself off, âclean ups on the bed.â Sukuna nods toward where you're still slumped, trembling, cunt exposed and dripping, âAnd Satoru?â He tucks himself back into his sweats, utterly unbothered, magnificently bored, âNext time, knock.â
He saunters out, and the door clicks shut.
Silence.
Just your ragged breathing and Gojo's sharp, pants filling the room.
Gojo doesn't move. Still stuck where heâs at admiring your glistening body- damp hair plastered to your face⌠the way your legs trembleâŚ
Leave, he screams at himself. Fucking LEAVE. But⌠what if she needs help�
His feet carry him forward, right to where youâre at.
One step. Two. Three.
You lift your head weakly from the bed, still trembling, mascara smeared down your cheeks, lips swollen and slick with drool. Your eyes -glazed, fucked out- find his.
You don't tell him to stop, donât tell him to get out⌠you just wait and see what happens.
âHe said...â Gojo's voice cracks, barely a whisper. His cock stirs to life again painfully in his soaked sweatpants, the wet patch at the front growing. He's so hard it hurts, harder than he's ever been in his pathetic virgin life, âHe said clean up was on the bedâŚâ
What the fuck am I saying, he thinks wildly, what the FUCK am I- sheâs Tojiâs- Sukunaâs? She isnât my responsibility-
You shift on the bed, spreading your shaky thighs wider until more of Sukuna's cum oozes from your gaping cunt. Your swollen clit pulses visibly, still engorged, still needy.
âThen clean me,â you breathe.
Gojo drops to his knees so fast his bones crack against the floor next to the bed.
Oh god oh god oh god- His hands shake as they grip your thighs, pushing them further apart and bringing you closer to the edge until he's eye level with your pussy now, close enough that the musk of sex and Sukuna's cum fills his nostrils⌠until it makes his head spin. She's so- it's so- I can see inside her- she's still clenching- there's so much cum-
âI've never-â he chokes out, face burning, âI don't know how to-â
âLick.â
He licks.
His tongue drags a hot, wet stripe from your dripping hole to your throbbing clit, and the taste of you, mixed with him, salt and musk and sweet- explodes across his tongue. You keen, hips bucking against his face, and Gojo moans like he's the one being touched.
âNnghh- f-fuck- more- G-Gojo- get it all- please-â
He buries his face in your cunt.
Lapping at your folds, sucking Sukuna's cum from your twitching hole, tongue fucking into you to chase every drop. His nose grinds against your oversensitive clit and you cry out so prettily, fingers fisting in his white hair, shoving his face harder against you.
âJ-just like- oh god- just like that-â
She tastes so good, Gojo thinks deliriously, even with his cum- especially with- I'm eating his cum out of her- I'm- His hips rut pathetically against nothing, I'm so fucked. I'm so fucking fucked.
âAhhhn- right there- suck my clit- s-suck it-â
He obeys. Like the good boy he is.
Wrapping his lips around your swollen bud, sucking hard, tongue flicking rapidly- sloppy and inexperienced and desperate to please. Your thighs clamp around his head, muffling his whimpers, and his hands grip your ass to pull you tighter against his mouth.
âGood boy,â you gasp, and Gojo sobs against your pussy, hips jerking, âSuch a good- nnghhh- good little clean up boy- eating his cum right out of me-â
âMmmph- mmhhnn-â He can't respond, mouth too full of your cunt, but his cock leaks in his sweats, another spurt of precum joining the mess.
The door opens.
âShit I forgot my wallet-â
Sukuna stops.
Gojo freezes, face still buried between your thighs, Sukuna's cum smeared across his lips and chin.
Sukuna's eyes take in the scene- his roommate on his knees, face deep in the pussy he just bred, glasses askew, sweatpants tented once more and soakedâŚ
âWell, well.â He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking, âMaybe you're not completely useless after all, four eyes.â
I'm going to die, Gojo thinks, He's going to kill me. I'm going to-
âDid I say you could stop?â
Gojo's tongue resumes its work against your sloppy cunt until you throw your head back and moan.
Sukuna watches, pulling out his phone.
Click.
âŚ
That night, Toji texts Gojo: Hey man, have you seen my girlfriend around? She's not answering her phone.
Gojo stares at the message for a long, long time.
He doesn't respond
f1 driver!Gojo who left you in college after signing his first contract overseas, telling himself it was the right thing to do because long distance wouldâve only dragged you down, and the airport goodbyes wouldâve turned into resentment eventually (even though you never once asked him to choose between you and his dreamsâŚ)
f1 driver!Gojo told you that he didnât want you waiting around for him while he chased his dreams, said that heâd rather you hate him now than grow to hate him later. Who actually believed it was âthe mature and responsible thing to doâ.
f1 driver!Gojo raced with Ferrari at twenty three and threw himself into it headfirst, training until his hands blistered and his body ached, watching his name climb headlines, thinking heâd made the right choice.
f1 driver!Gojo never knew unread messages were sitting in his inbox, never questioned why you suddenly stopped reaching out.
f1 driver!Gojo had five seasons of trophies and interviews and cameras flashing in his face, until he eventually had a bad season and started spiraling. He watched the internet turn on him overnight, scrolled through hate comments at one in the morning in his fancy hotel suite, reading strangers call him âoverratedâ and âwashed upâ. Who stared up at the ceiling and thought about the last time someone looked at him without expectations.
f1 driver!Gojo for some stupid reason, drove across the city and stood in front of your door because he couldnât sit with himself any longer. That, and the fact that you were the only person who ever made him feel loved and supported.
f1 driver!Gojo almost didnât expect the door to open to your tired face. He also didnât expect a small kid to run down the hallway, hiding behind your leg, peeking up at him with your hair and his eyes, bright blue and curious.
f1 driver!Gojo almost threw up on your slippers.
f1 driver!Gojo understood before you could say a word. But he listened anyway when you explained that you tried to tell him, that you found out you were pregnant a month after he left. That you called and texted and waited for nothing, because his manager was a piece of shit that never passed along a single message that didnât fit the image theyâd built.
f1 driver!Gojo stood there feeling sick, knowing that you had to go through it all alone â the pregnancy and the birth â while he lived an oblivious life of luxury. Who didnât get to see first steps, hear first words, or blow out first birthday candles. Who had to acknowledge the fact that he was a stranger in his own sonâs life.
f1 driver!Gojo refused to miss anything else. He wanted to see him again and he meant it. He didnât argue when you reasonably hesitated, agreed to meet at a park the next afternoon because he knew you needed time to talk to your son first.
f1 driver!Gojobarely slept that night from nerves, and showed up early with a small replica of his car in a gift bag because he had no idea how to act around a four year old whoâd only heard stories about him. Who had to watch the hesitation in his sonâs eyes, the years of distance and disappointment heâd regret for the rest of his life.
f1 driver!Gojo immediately fell in love with this kid though. Listening as he started babbling about racing and different drivers and teams he liked. Who had to swallow down his pride when he learned that his sonâs favorite was Verstappen on RedBull instead of him (and the nausea when he innocently mentioned that âmommy thinks heâs cuteâ).
f1 driver!Gojo loved watching his son light up over the toy car, letting him sit in the driverâs seat of his real one parked nearby, showing him videos from inside the cockpit. Who realized that admiration was easy to earn, that excitement came quick when he had trophies and loud engines and cool stories.
f1 driver!Gojo knew youâd be harder to convince, but he understood that you couldnât be won over with toys and promises, that youâd been there every day and handled it all alone. Who had to accept that his son reached for your hand first, naturally leaned into your side when he got tired, because trust had been built without him and heâd have to earn his place
f1 driver!Gojo walked back to his car alone afterward, with grass on his jeans and his sonâs sweet little voice replaying in his head, desperately trying to figure out how he was supposed to be a father and a Ferrari driver at the same time. But he knew he wanted both.
a/n: this is written very poorly, but my sleep deprived brain is gonna post this anyway without overthinking it
pretty dividers by: @uzmacchiato
Starring: SUKUNA RYOMEN x reader
Synopsis: abandoned at the foot of a mountain in hopes of winning the favour of Sukuna Ryomen, you have to navigate life as his bride, constantly fearing death, torture, and being eaten outâ up. being eaten up. definitely up.
right?
Warnings: porn with plot, dark romance, forced marriage, true form!sukuna - 2 peepees!, cunnilingus (he's a certified munch), use of curse mouth, blood play, masochist!sukuna, pussyjob, thigh job, death/violence/body parts, primal play, dubcon, double penetration, upside down 69, hair pulling, brief spanking, pussy slapping, biting, outdoor sex, bondage, shadow tentacles?, period sex, multiple orgasms, honestly not as dark as it sounds â this is quite romantic I promise, angst, fluff (soft!kuna), not quite curse au in the canon sense, f!reader, not proofread Word Count: 16.9k
A forced marriage with Sukuna, the king of curses, sounds like hell.
And it is.Â
The village chief wanted to receive the newly arrived Curse Kingâs mercy and be spared from his tyranny. That apparently meant offering you, his only daughter, up for marriage. You were dropped off at the foot of the mountain, bound and gagged, unable to scream for help, not that any would arrive.
Not even your best friend, Suguru, had met your eyes.Â
Everyone had abandoned you.
A servant, dignified and aloof, came. They, with their white hair stained with crimson, took one look at you before making a silent decision.Â
Carried by goblin-looking creatures inside the mountain, which parted as though unhinging its jaw, you could do nothing but accept that you were going to be eaten up by the very monsters that children were warned about.
Navigating the carved out hallways of the mountain, they threw you in the throne room. Jagged stone walls surrounded you. Glowing red rocks were embedded in the rocks and lit torches illuminated the grand space. You were laying on the rolled out red carpet, staring up at a giant of a being.Â
There he was.
Sukuna Ryomen.
He was resting his head on one of his four arms, legs crossed, with all four eyes gazing down at you. He looked bored.Â
âWhat is this?â he drawled.
The same servant you first met stepped up, head bowed humbly. They said, âEntertainment, my Lord.â
âEntertainment?â the king repeated, tasting the word. âNot a snack? Interesting. How, pray tell, will this woman entertain me, if not with the taste of her flesh, Uraume?â
It was an absurd situation â they were discussing you as if you werenât there, as if you didnât have ears, as if you were a pet the servant had picked up as a gift. Although, it was at least a small blessing that you hadnât been killed on the spot, you supposed. The thought, however, didnât permit much relief when unimaginable torture could have awaited you.
âUraumeâ answered, âThe humans intended for her to be your wife, my Lord. Perhaps you could humour them with brief belief that they have been spared from their inevitable fate.â
At that, Sukuna hummed.
His eyes met your own then. They inspected you through your very soul. You felt their branding touch rifling through your essence. Something passed in them, something to which you could not put words.Â
Finally, he waved a lazy hand, and said, âVery well.â
The servants rushed to take you away, afraid to waste a single second.Â
Youâve been living in a room somewhere in the heart of the mountain since.Â
Itâs been about a week.Â
Meals on a tray are served to you three times a day. Porridge, fruits, bread, the sorts. You do your best not to eat much; they might have poisoned it.Â
Every day, every hour, is spent anticipating the wooden doors being kicked down, waiting for the Curse King to forgo delaying your fate and slicing your head off your shoulders with one, clean cut. So far, nothing yet.Â
In fact, you have not seen another soul since.Â
The first night, you couldnât sleep, afraid that he would take the villagers up on the offer to make you his real bride, by plunging his cock into you and stealing your maidenhead. It didnât, and hasnât, happened. But âyetâ looms over you perpetually.Â
Your one consolation is that sleep comes to you easily now.
Itâs all you can do â the room is barren of books, of people, of art. Only a bed, a table, and a chamber pot with a bucket of water decorate it. There are no windows with which you can view the outside world, can tell what time of day it is, can escape through, or jump off. Only your bodyâs natural instincts inform you when morning and time to slumber has arrived.Â
ThoughâŚ
With the days blurring, and perpetual and dim light of the glowing rocks remaining unchanged, itâs beginning to grow more and more difficult to tell left from right.Â
The doors are unlocked.Â
That was the first thing you tested when you were placed here.Â
Of course youâve considered walking out of the room, if only to have a change of scenery. Youâve also considered escaping. But your thoughts would always end up at âescaping to where?â
Youâve been abandoned by your village, by your family. They would not accept you. They would see your return as a sign that the Curse King had rejected their sacrifice and would be coming to collect the debt. In other words, youâd be seen as a bad omen.Â
It was your destiny to die, whether by the hands of your family or by the hands of the beast they were afraid of.
So if death is a certainty, why would you fear it?
Thatâs the final thought that pushes you out of bed and to the door. Your hand hesitated for a second. Then it was sure. You opened it, body tense.Â
No oneâs outside. No guard, no goblins, no king.
You pad out, feet bare and wearing only a nightgown. How deep inside the mountain are you, you wonder. Thereâs a draught blowing past, but no sound of the forest to fill the space. No voices. No footsteps. No life.
âWhere is everyone?â you mutter, padding forward.
Who can say how long you wander through the tunnels?Â
It feels like itâs been hours, though with the way time seems to pass differently, it could also have only been mere minutes.Â
Eventually, you spot light coming from a hollow in the walls. Carefully and with bated breath, you peer inside.
Steam wafts over your face.
Itâs warm â startlingly so against the chill that seems to cling to every corridor of the mountain. You hesitate again, also only a moment before stepping inside.Â
The ceiling arches high above, rough stone glistening with condensation, droplets forming and falling in slow, steady rhythms that echo softly in the space. The air is thick, humid, curling around your skin. It tickles.
At the centre of the chamber lies a pool.
Itâs set into a wide, uneven basin in the ground. The water glows faintly from beneath, lit by the same red-veined stones embedded along the walls, but here their light is softened, diffused through the steam until it casts everything in a hazy, molten glow.
The surface of the water ripples lazily, disturbed by unseen currents, by the quiet bubbling from somewhere deep below. Heat rises from it in waves, beckoning, almost inviting.
Who knew something like this existed inside a mountain?
Carefully, you approach the edge of the pool, crouching slightly as you extend a hand. Your fingers hover for a second before dipping into the water.
Hot.
But not scalding.
âA bath,â you mumble, smiling.
Here, of all places.
The servants had given you a bed to sleep on, a table to eat at, and a pot to do your business in that seemed to be cleaned out magically without you ever seeing anyone. What they hadnât granted, however, is the luxury of a bath. Only a bucket to and a rag to clean yourself with.Â
You glance back toward the tunnel, as if half-expecting someone, something, to be watching. But thereâs nothing and no one. Only the distant drip of water and the low hum of the mountain breathing around you.
Your reflection stares back at you from the shifting surface, blurred by steam and movement. The quiet stretches.
If youâll be killed for stepping outside your room, at least youâll die clean and fresh.Â
Shrugging off your nightgown, you dip your toe in the water, then your leg and the other, and soon youâre fully emerged.Â
âOh, thatâs wonderful,â you moan, letting the water soothe the aches in your bones. You sink deeper. The heat swallows you whole, up to your shoulders, then your chin. Your eyes flutter shut as you tilt your head back, strands of your hair clinging damply to your skin.
For a moment, just a moment, you forget. Forget the mountain, the monsters, the fate waiting patiently for you somewhere in its depths. The tension bleeds out of your limbs, your breathing slowing, evening out as the warmth seeps into you.
You drift, arms floating lazily at your sides.
A soft sigh escapes you. This is just like swimming in the lake near the village, except itâs warm and lovely and soothing.Â
ItâsâŚpeaceful.
Too peaceful.
Your eyes open.
Something feelsâŚoff suddenly. The water, once gently lapping, stills in a way that isnât natural. The faint bubbling from below seems to deepen, shift. Like something moving far beneath the surface.
Your body goes rigid.
Slowly, you glance down. The water is dark there. Deeper than it should be. The glow from the stones doesnât quite reach the bottom â it falls away into shadow, into something that looks less like a pool and more like a pit.
A pit that could swallow you whole.
Your breath catches.Â
ââŚHello?â you call softly, though you donât know why.
The surface trembles.
Something moves.
Your heart lurches into your throat. Instinct kicks in before thought does. You turn sharply, water sloshing as you begin to move, arms cutting through the surface, making for the edge.
Too slow.
Something clasps your ankle.
A gasp tears right through you, kicking hard, panic surging white-hot through your veins. âNo!â
It coils.
Grabs.
Your leg is yanked downward with terrifying force.
The world flips. Water crashes over your head as youâre dragged under, your scream swallowed instantly. You thrash, clawing at nothing, lungs burning whilst bubbles tear from your mouth. Your hands grasp blindly, trying to find purchase, to find anything.
A shape.
A body.
You strike it. Push against it. Kick, struggle, fight with everything in you, nails scraping against something solid, unyielding.Â
Then it lets go.
You donât wait.
You surge upward, breaking through the surface with a ragged gasp, coughing, choking on water as you scramble for the edge. Your hands slap against the stone, slipping once before catching, dragging yourself up just enough to cling to it. Your whole body trembles violently.
Air. You need air.Â
You suck it in greedily, chest heaving, water dripping from your lashes as your eyes dart wildly across the pool. âW-whatâŚâ you choke out, voice shaking.Â
A sound answers you. A low, amused exhale.
Your blood runs cold. Slowly, hesitantly, you turn your head.
Heâs here.
The King of Curses.
Sukuna lounges against the inner ledge of the pool as though heâs always been there. One arm is slung lazily over the stone behind him, another resting loosely at his side, droplets sliding down the planes of his skin. And the remaining two are folded under the water.
Heâs watching you.Â
No, observing you.Â
That smirk curls at his lips, sharp and satisfied, eyes glinting with something dark and entertained. âWell,â he drawls, voice echoing low against the stone walls, âyour floundering was amusing.â
âW-why,â you begin, gulping air and frantically shoving the wet hair clinging away from your face, âwhy did you do that?â
A hum floats through the air, carried by the steam. It sweeps your skin. Sukuna says, âBecause I could.â Then he barks a laugh. âWhen I came here to wash the stink of my latest massacre, I did not expect to find a human bathing in my onsen. How brazen of you.â
When he snaps his fingers together, you flinch.Â
Uraume appears.Â
Their head is downcast. They donât look at your body, which you suddenly remember is bare and visible through the clear water. You throw your arms over your private parts.Â
âWho is this woman and why have you not killed her upon her first step of trespass?â he asks his servant. Sukuna doesnât sound mad. Only curious.Â
âBecause she is your bride, my Lord.â
You flinch at the term.Â
Sukuna barks a laugh again. âMy bride? My bride! How comical that I would forget I have one.â He turns to you, eyes narrowing in with interest. âWhy have you only now appeared before me?â
Gulping, you tentatively answer, âI did not think you would want to see me. And Iâm sorry I intrudedââ
âWise,â he says, one of his massive arms running through his wet hair. âI am not usually fond of seeing humans; you are all so hideous and constantly quivering in my presence.â
Thereâs no possible way to reply to that, not without getting your blood spilled for insolence.Â
He stands upon the ledge and exits the pool.Â
Heâs completely naked, as you are. His broad back, the impressive muscles that make it up, the perfectly symmetrical tattoos. He turns. His cocks swings with the movement. You quickly avert your eyes, cheeks warm.Â
If Sukuna notices that you noticed, he doesnât say. Only, âTry not to drown â my pet swims beneath but he has already had his fill. Do not fatten him with your flesh.â
When you hurriedly climb out, squealing, his laughter echoes, filling the space even once his body, and his servantâs, have left.Â
You kneel on the smooth ground, panting, soaked and dripping, and thinking one thing:
The Curse King has a sense of humour.
And two giant cocks.
.
.
.
The next day, you find yourself back at the pool.Â
You tell yourself itâs simply because you want to bathe, but perhaps if you were more honest with yourself, youâd accept that maybe you were curious to see if heâd be there.Â
And he is.
Sukuna leans against the very same ledge he had been yesterday. He watches your every move, from when you first step in, to when you shyly shrug off your nightgown, and when you submerge yourself in the warm water.
Something has brought you here.Â
A pull you could not deny.
Thinking too much about it gives you a headache, so you let your body move on its own, unhindered by logic, by your mindâs concerns. You want to bathe, to be clean. He hadnât killed you yesterday, and that counts for something.Â
Of course, you know the smart thing to do would be to not push it, to understand that two run-ins with him that didnât lead to immediate death doesnât mean a third would end the same, to count your blessings.Â
ButâŚ
Bath.
He says nothing, only runs a finger across the seam of his lips as his eyes drink up every shift of your body.
Boldly, albeit shakily, you ask, âWhy havenât you killed me yet?â
Sukunaâs eyes glint.Â
âI wonder the same thing myself.â
Thatâs not an answer, you note. But you donât poke, scared if you do, if you push your limits more than you already have, heâll snap your head as easily as he had snapped his fingers.Â
The way his eyes pin you down on the ledge opposite him has you squirming in your seat. Itâs too intense. Too strong. Too dizzying. So you try to pretend itâs not cascading down the skin visible to him; you push forward, wading in the water. You stare at the ceiling, at the distance, at the darkness of the depths, at anything but him.Â
âMy village offered me as sacrifice,â you remind him. âWill you spare them?â
Somewhere, he lazily replies, âI have yet to decide.â
Humming, as though you thought as much, you wonder aloud, âWhat will you do with me? I cannot imagine that the King of Curses would find much use in a human wife.â
âNo, neither can I,â Sukuna drawls.
On and on, you swim. Arms cut through the water in slow, steady strokes, legs kicking behind you in a rhythm thatâs begun to feel automatic. Thereâs no sense of direction, no shore to aim for, just the endless stretch of water surrounding you, thick and quiet, swallowing any sound you might make. Time slips, dissolves, until all that remains is movement for the sake of movement.
Then, as you turn, your hand meets something solid.Â
The impact is soft but jarring, your palm flattening instinctively against it. A wall. Smooth, unmoving, impossibly present where there had only ever been open water.
You gasp.Â
Sukuna stands behind you.Â
The bottom of the pool had risen. You still cannot reach it, but youâre aware that if you tried to, the waterâs surface would be just above your head. The pool is under his command, bending to his will. How incredible.
Bare, wet skin meets bare, wet skin.Â
The heat of his body is hotter than that of the water.Â
He doesnât step away despite how the water seems to be pushing you to him.Â
How did he get to you so fast? Last you saw, he was still sitting on the ledge. No, perhaps the better question is, why had he moved closer to you at all?
Hands grab your ribs. You gasp. Theyâre firm, callused. Burning.
âWife?â he repeats, wide smirk revealing rows of flesh-tearing teeth. âYou are not my wife. You are my bride. I am sure even a puny, little thing like you understand that there is a process to be followed, yes?â
A nail flicks your nipple under the water.Â
You let out a shuddery breath.Â
The other two hands grip the back of your thighs, lifting them till theyâre wrapping around his hips. The top half of your body has emerged from the water, water dripping down. You throw your arms around his neck, a reflex to grab onto something before you fall.Â
Breasts presses to his chest. He must feel how hard your nipples are. Youâre flushed with embarrassment, and an acute awareness of how much bigger his own body is to yours â if he wanted to, he could crush you with his bare hands.
Sukunaâs sharp fangs glint at the very peaks as he runs his tongue over them. âFor you to be my wife, we would have to observe tradition. Do you understand what I refer to, little human?â
Breathless, you answer with your own question: âDo you refer to the wedding night, my Lord?â
One of his cocks pokes your entrance. You tense up.Â
Youâve seen their size; they are inhumanly big. They could not fit inside you, not without the preparation that the women in your village had giggled about, perhaps not even with.
But he doesnât shove it inside you all in one go.Â
He doesnât shove it inside at all.
The king merely slides you down his body, just a little, until that cock is sandwiched between your bodies.Â
It bumps a good spot on your cunt. You gasp.
âI do,â Sukuna says, huffing in amusement at your reaction. âI admit I have not been married before myself, but it is one aspect I am curious about.â
His strong hands are moving you up and down, testing every little sound that leaves your lips. And youâre letting him.
Is there something in the water? Some elixir thatâs making you susceptible to his whims? An aphrodisiac stimulating wetness out of your pussy?
He must feel it, must feel how it drips down his length. Just like how you can feel the prominent veins of a cock thatâs grown fully erect without you noticing. How long has he been like this? Since you walked in? Before?
Your nipples are scraping his chest. The sensation has you arching closer to him, grip around his body tightening. âM-my Lord!â
Sukuna tuts, moving you up and down like youâre a mere toy for his pleasure. He scolds, âThat is not my name.â
âSukuna?â you experimentally mutter the words. His cock throbs. You both groan. âS-somethingâs happening.â
Hips moving on their own, you feel as though youâve been possessed. Your body is no longer your own â some invisible thing is urging you to grind down on his cock, on that burning heat between you, rubbing your clit on his flushed cockhead, on the veins that run up and down his length.
Humming, he says, quite distracted, âYes. Something is. Allow it to happen. Do not fight it.â
This is pleasure youâve never felt before. Pleasure you didnât know truly existed. The women in your village always spoke of sexual pleasure as something only for men, joy a girl would be lucky to experience even once, if their partner was generous and not selfish, which was apparently rare.Â
Yet, here is, grinding your clit on the veins of his cock.
He licks his lips. âGo on, little human. Give it to me.â
With a loud moan, you throw your head back. Spasms wrack your body. A heady explosion warms your belly. Spurts of something even warmer paint your chest and stomach.Â
Sukuna grunts, fingers digging into the plush of your ass.Â
âFuck.â
Your head falls back on his chest, slumping with sudden languishness. You pant. His chest rises with his own heavier breaths.Â
Coming back into your own senses, you tense. Then push away. He lets you.Â
âIâm so sorry,â you say, in near tears from shame. âPlease forgive me, my Lord.â
You wade back, further and further away from him. Blood has pooled in your cheeks. What have you done? If he wasnât going to kill you before, he certainly will now that youâve defiled his body.
He pays you no mind. The water around his still body ripples. Sukuna grunts. Sucks in a harsh breath. Water laps at his contracting abdomen. Furious. Violent. You cannot tear your eyes away from the sight.Â
Oh godâŚheâs tugging furiously at his other cock whilst the other floats. His own spend is drying on his chest.Â
Mouth watering, you almost step forward to offer a hand.
But you donât.
Instead, you turn around and make a run back to your room.
.
.
.
You havenât returned to the pool. Not once in the week that passed.
He might not have killed you but one thingâs certain: you do not want to run into him again.Â
Especially now that youâve caught his attention. Reminded him of your existence. Which is as one would expect: worse than being forgotten. So, so, so much worse.Â
For, every day since the meeting at the pool, heâs taken to dropping off severed limbs at your door. Still warm. Still bleeding. Often twitching. First it was a big toe. Then a whole foot. A finger. A hand. An arm.Â
And today, a head.
A scream shook the walls once your eyes landed on the thing.
Your scream.
Perhaps itâs adrenaline that urges every stomp your feet make. Perhaps anger or indignation. Whatever it is, it has you near-running through the halls, searching in every hollow for him.Â
An almost full circle has been carved at the very end of one tunnel you stumble down. Vines creep out of it. You step inside, heaving, and with fists balled at your side.Â
A garden.
It stretches farther than your eyes can follow, lush and sprawling, like the earth itself had been coaxed open and persuaded to bloom in defiance of everything you thought you knew about this place. The ceiling arches high above, fractured in places where thin shafts of pale light filter through, catching on drifting pollen and casting the entire space in a soft, dreamlike haze.
The air is warm here. Heavy with scent.
Sweet. Overripe. Almost intoxicating.
Itâs not a human garden, you can tell immediately; the grass is black, as is the soil, and the roots which emerge from the ground are red. Things that couldnât exist in the same place do, cohabiting quite well.Â
Flowers youâve never seen before crowd the ground in wild abundance â petals like silk and flame, some translucent, others so dark they seem to drink in the light. Vines coil and twist up natural pillars of stone, heavy with blossoms. Leaves skim against your legs as you step forward, wide and waxy, or delicate as lace, each one foreign.
âHowâŚ?â you whisper, though there is no answer. It shouldnât have been possible to have a whole forest inside a mountain. But then again, a great many things shouldnât have been possible, yet they are.
The path, if it can even be called that, winds forward through the growth, barely visible beneath the encroaching green. It feels endless. Like you could spend your entire life sprinting down the path and never make it to the end.
There, some distance ahead, partially obscured by the curtain of hanging vines, a figure moves.
You freeze.
Bare feet press against the dark soil, soundless. A loose robe hangs from his shoulders, open just enough to reveal the breadth of his chest and the markings etched into his skin stark against the softness of the garden around him. One hand drags idly along the leaves as he walks.
âHello, little bride.â
It still surprises you that he can utter the word so casually. You donât flinch this time however. You only glower and maintain the distance. âWhy have you been giving me body parts?â you interrogate, grateful that your voice is as firm as when you had rehearsed.
Sukuna lifts one shoulder in a shrug. âWhy have you not stepped foot outside your room since?â
He resumes walking.
Toward you.
Each step is unhurried, deliberate, crushing petals beneath his feet without a second thought. The garden seems to part for him, bending subtly to his presence, vines shifting, leaves snaking aside in quiet submission.
You donât move.
You tell yourself you wonât.
Your pulse stutters anyway.
âYou fear me,â Sukuna observes, like heâs stating something obvious. His eyes drag over you, taking in every inch, every subtle shift in your breathing, the way your fingers curl tighter at your sides. âAnd yet you came looking.â
âBecause I want to know why youâve been giving me body parts,â you snap.
âMm.â
Heâs closer now.
Close enough that you can feel the heat of him, even in the thick, perfumed air of the garden. Close enough that you can see the faint sheen of moisture still clinging to his skin, the slow rise and fall of his chest beneath the loose fall of his robe.
Another step.
Instinct finally kicks in; you shift back, just one pace.
The corner of his mouth lifts. âI was curious.â
Your brows knit. âAbout what?â
âHow long it would take,â he says lightly, âfor you to stop hiding.â A finger traces the curve of your cheek. You hold your breath, staring up at him, waiting for his next move. Sukuna mutters, âHow odd that your scent would be so much sweeter than the flowers that grow here. It makes me wonder.â
Why is heat travelling down your body? Why arenât you running away, revolted by his touch or the gravel in his voice? Were you still thinking about the feel of his body against yours, both naked, in the pool? Of the cocks whose soft lengths had been engrained in your mind?
His nostrils flare.Â
A flash in his eyes.
âThere it is,â he rasps. âA scent I could not escape, so much more potent now.â
In a blink of an eye, youâre flipped over, dangling in the air. He has you by the ankle, lifted high up.Â
You grab onto his robe, which has parted. Right in front of you is his cock. Both of them. Neither soft now. Definitely not soft. One smacks you right against the face. It leaves a wet mark.Â
The musk of a refined monster hits you. ItâsâŚitâs addictive. Your mouth waters again, stronger this time than the time at the pool now that theyâre so much closer to you. Irresistible.Â
Sukuna presses a nose to the apex of your thighs. Skin on skin. You jolt.
Your dress had fallen down your body, ballooning around your face. You hold the material away â he can see everything. That fact has you aware that you can see him too. The thickness of his cocks, the lengths rivalling your forearm, the weight of the balls beneath. Everything about him is massive. Intended to subjugate. Designed to dominate.Â
âYou are already wet. Soaked,â he muses, thoroughly humoured. He rubs his nose on your clit, nuzzling the little bud. You dig your nails into his thighs. âFilthy, little human.â
Thatâs all he says before he licks a stripe through your slit.
âSukuna!â
âMm. Dessert. Just in time.â
The beast licks and laps and sucks. It isnât anything like the women at the village described â men are supposed to be reluctant, theyâre supposed to be frightened. Sukuna isnât. Heâs consuming your juices as though starved, needing nourishment.Â
In front of you, something emerges from his skin.
A wolfish grin.
Thereâs a mouth on his stomach, lips curled up and teeth gleaming. You scream, fighting to get out of his tight hold.
SMACK!
Sukuna slapped your ass. A dull heat blossoms on the flesh. He commands, âStay still. I cannot dine when you worm like so.â
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Cruelly, he lays short slaps right on your clit, sending juices splashing onto your skin. The way his palm sticks, the sloppy noises, it's all so degrading. Heâs doing it on purpose. Heâs revelling in your clear desire for him.
Youâre almost too distracted by the sight of a second, bigger mouth. Almost. But nothing can truly, wholly tear your attention away from the sucking of your clit and the way a fire is being lit in your very core. Soon, a thick tongue finds your entrance and buries itself inside. Your eyes roll back.
A hot, wet thing slides up the valley of your breasts. Slithering. Testing. Tasting.
The mouth, you realise. Itâs sticking its fat tongue out, licking your breasts the way Sukunaâs face mouth is licking the inside of your cunt, stretching your walls, teasing the pleats there.Â
âDelicious,â one of them says. You canât tell which. So much is happening at once. Too many to process.Â
At your lips, one of his cockheads smears its seed. You lick your lips. Itâs salty. Eyes fixed on the frighteningly red thing, you open your mouth to suckle at it. That familiar possession has returned. Youâre being controlled by an invisible force â your jaw has to widen to take the bulbous head. Your tongue runs over the tip, where thereâs a slit.Â
Sukuna groans, pleased. Then he growls, âDo not neglect the other.â
Slightly afraid, you do as he says. The other cock is just as hard, just as big and long as the one youâre sucking on. It throbs approvingly when you tug on it.Â
âGood,â he groans out. âVery good, little bride.â
Obscene squelches are coming from above. Itâs a reminder of how wet you are for him. Of how delirious the pleasure is. Of how you arenât disgusted by the magical tongue flicking your tits, playing with the mounds, running the tip of it over your nipples. Youâre not disgusted by the salty taste of him, of how he seems to be constantly leaking.
Heâs lapping up at your pussy so furiously that he makes frustrated, wrathful sounds; heâs mad that youâre not producing enough wetness to match the pace in which heâs drinking it up.
âMore,â he commands. âGive me more. Now.â
Sukuna pushes his face closer, uncaring of the fact that youâre making a mess all over his cheeks. He only has one thing on his mind.Â
âIâm gonna cum,â you warn him, mouth full and words garbled. The unfamiliar word leaves your lips so naturally you think youâd been warning him all your life of your impending orgasm.
Unfortunately, the warning is wasted. You donât think he even hears the words with your thighs muffling his ears.
âSukuna!â
The very same feeling, the same sensations, as the time in the pool rushes through you. Bolts of lightning thrum beneath the surface of your skin. You shudder, moaning lewdly.Â
He doesnât stop. If anything, heâs only emboldened by the juices overflowing out of you. Slurrrrrping! so animatedly. So viciously. So animalistically.Â
A feral beast sucking your sensitive clit into another orgasm only minutes later.Â
Itâs too much. It almost hurts. You slap at his meaty thigh. That seems to snap him out of his mania.
In a flash, youâre flipped back upright. Blood descends down your body. Lightheaded, your knees weaken. He catches you, lifting you up in his arms all while heâs collecting as much of your juices off his skin he can reach with his tongue.
ThudâŚthudâŚthudâŚ
Sukuna strolls through the garden and back out into the rocky halls, robe discarded. Your dress is soaked with a mix of your juices, sweat, and his saliva. Youâre filthy. He doesnât complain.
Thankfully, thereâs no one in the hallways to witness the remnants, of the proof, of your mutual debauchery.
âI have never considered myself as having a sweet tooth,â Sukuna begins, musing to himself, âbut now I believe I would very much like to have dessert after every meal. What do you say, little human?â
âHmm,â you sleepily hum.
âThen we are in agreement,â Sukuna concludes, pleased.
Your eyes flutter shut, too tired to keep them open. Before you fall into slumber, you feel a bed much softer than you remember cushion your body.Â
A hardness flanks you.
You dream of many hands brushing your hair, patting your hip, rubbing your belly, and tracing your cheek.
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Since youâve come to accept your odd relationship with the King of Curses, youâve been spending an awful amount of time with him lately.Â
It started off with him keeping you in his room.Â
Itâs a much nicer room than yours. Infinitely so. Almost triple the size and more lavishly decorated â a huge bed with silk sheets and a canopy with deep velvet curtains, a plush rug, dark red orchids in intricate and complex positions upon a table, paintings of different moments in time of human suffering that concerningly do not bother you.
You always find yourself back in here.Â
Whenever you wander through the halls, the walls seem to shift. They lead you back to his room. At first you were hesitant to enter, and youâd try to go a different way, but the caves insisted.
He isnât here ever.Â
So youâve started to think of it as your own.Â
During meal times, thatâs when youâd see Sukuna.Â
Uraume would often escort you out of the room and into the dining hall. Another enormous space. Youâd dine with him, and only him. Thereâd be curses posted inside, but they always step out, to give you privacy you assume. Naturally, these mealtimes were awkward for you in the beginning.Â
Sukuna didnât speak. Not at first. He would just watch you eat, which only made you feel more awkward.Â
You were the one who broke the silence. âAre you⌠are you not going to eat, my Lord?â you asked tentatively.
A devious grin came upon his face. Happy he won a competition you didnât know you signed up for. He replied, âI will. I am simply fattening up my pig before I devour her.â
Heat flushed through you. Cutlery clinking against the fine china, you gulped. There was a dangerous awareness of the darkness of his eyes feasting upon your flesh â you felt its weight sliding down the plumpness of your cheeks, the length of your neck, your collarbones, and your breasts which threatened to spill out from the confines of your dress.Â
Perhaps fear should have overtaken you at that moment.
Only relief and desire did.Â
What set you on edge most was not knowing what he wanted from you, why he had Uraume collect you, why he was wasting his time here when he could be doing kingly duties.Â
Now that he had made clear what he was seeking, you could allow yourself to rest easy and actually taste the food you were shovelling into your mouth.Â
âI am the pig in question?âÂ
âYes,â he replied immediately. A hand shoved a plate of pancakes towards you, encouraging. âYou certainly squeal like one.â
Frowning, and pushing the plate away because you have too much to eat already, you argued, âI do not.â
âDo too,â he said, pushing the plate back towards you.
âDo not!â
An arm wrapped around your waist faster than you could see. Another swiped the food off the table. Everything fell with cacophonous clangs and bangs and splats!Â
Sukuna placed you on the table, which was now bereft of food. Your back met the hard wood. Your legs were thrown over his shoulders. Dress hiked up your waist. You were bared to him. Two of his callused hands yanked you closer to his face. Those four eyes, all scarlet and glinting up at you, didnât look away.Â
He wanted you to watch him take a long whiff of your cunt.
His grip tightened on you once your scent hit him with full force. His eyes rolled back. Sukuna snarled, âLetâs see which of us is right.â
There were no soft kisses upon your sensitive skin, no caresses. Only unrestrained feasting. He immediately latched onto your clit, sucking on the thing with a fury. You cried out.Â
The king was frightening in his aggression.Â
He was gulping down every drop your pussy produced to please him, and it wasnât nearly enough. Terrifying growls shook the table.Â
Sukuna seemed addicted to making your cunt let out vulgar squelchessss!
They came in quick succession. One after the other. Loud and clear. Displaying how well he was playing with your clit.Â
âLook at how your cunt flutters, searching for my cocks,â he mused, thumbing the entrance but not pushing in. âAnd look how your petals have grown swollen with blood. Oh, I bet your blood tastes as good as your pussy. Weâll test that too, another day.â
Stammering, you pleaded, âDonât look!âÂ
He stared too intently. Saw too much. It was more intimate than being tasted.Â
âNonsense,â Sukuna said, waving you off. âI will look as I please, and I very much do.â
In response to his renewed lapping of your juices, you could only writhe and run your nails down the wood for anything to ground you.
âDo not waste your claws on the table,â he spat, spare hands snatching your ups and offering his wrists for you to dig into. You hesitated, chest heaving and vision swimming. Then he asked, âYou do not find my flesh good enough to mark? You wish to offend your groom when he is at the altar of your legs?â
You didnât want to know what he was like when he was offended so you clung to his thick wrists. You made a mental note not to actually scratch him â that seemed a more criminal act than offending him â but the pleasure born from his ravishing of your pussy bordered on pain and you could not help yourself.
The very moment your nails caught on his skin and broke through, one of the hands that was keeping your shaking legs apart darted out. It landed on your chest. With brutish finesse, it ripped your bodice. Cool air grazed over your breasts. That hand latched onto a tit.Â
âW-whatâ Oh God!â you screamed.Â
SomethingâŚ
Something on his palm was suckling your nipple, like a babe.Â
Sukunaâs amused huff vibrated through your pussy, sending shivers up your spine. âNo, not God, little bride. It is me. My mouth is making you feel good. But,â he adds after a little thought, âI do not mind being worshipped as a deity, heh.â
How could he be so nonchalant when two sets of mouths were eating you up, when your eyes were at risk of being permanently lodged at the back of your head? How could he make conversation so easily when his tongue, which felt so impossibly long, was wriggling through your walls and teasing the entrance to your womb? When the mouth at his palm was suctioning your nipple into that impossible space?
âDelicious,â he snarled, positively starved of your taste. âSo fucking sweet. How can a human be soâŚsoâŚdivine? It defies nature.â
He wasnât talking to you anymore. He was manically muttering to himself, reasoning with his own understanding of the balance of life. It baffled him. Bewildered him. Excited him. Sukuna could not get enough of you.
Whining, you called out his name, âS-Sukuna! Itâs too -hngh!- much. I canât.â
âCum,â he said.Â
Your head shook, thrashed. âNo, I -hah- canât!â
âCum,â he repeated. No, commanded. Ordered. Demanded.Â
And you could not deny a king.Â
You fell apart on the dining table with a scream. Wetness rushed out of you as though a dam had broken. He drank it all up. Slurrrrrpeddd! every single drop until you were writhing again. And when he growled, âMore,â and, âAgain,â you could not deny him then either.
It might have been hours later before he decided heâd had his fill.
Aside from meal times, you donât see him during the day. Heâs always gone. No one will tell you why, and you donât feel brave enough to ask. You merely assume heâs doing kingly duties â keeping the curses of the Underworld and of the forests in line, maintaining balance between humans and monsters, and protecting his people.Â
In the meantime, you read in his room, which is now your room. There are plenty of books here. More than you could ever read in a lifetime, and certainly more than there ever were in your village. Itâs hard to imagine he read any of the books in the collection but there are signs of use: folded pages, cracked spines, yellowing.Â
He read each one you had opened.Â
Poems.Â
Novellas.Â
Journals of travels beyond.Â
You donât mind the hours spent on your own; the goblins walking along still scare you so you avoid running into them. Of course, thereâs always the option to ask during your mealtimes, in between him eating you out and actually consuming food, if you could visit the village (for you know returning was too much). Not that you especially wanted to go home.Â
The villagers had sold you.Â
Abandoned you.
They would not welcome you home.Â
So you must consider the heart of the mountain your new home.
Itâs simply about asking, about knowing the answer, about having the option.
But each time you considered bringing up your village to him, you backed out at the last second. He was not your husband. Not really. Not yet. Heâs not even really your groom. That just seems like an excuse to do the salacious things youâve been doing. At most, heâs your friend, and you cannot burden your friend more than you already have.Â
Truthfully, it hardly matters what exactly he is to you. Heâs nice. Attentive. Generous. He hasnât killed you, he hasnât hurt you, hasnât massacred your village and your family, and hasnât thrown back in your face any of those facts.Â
Thatâs why every morning, when you know Uraume will escort you, you make sure never to be late.
You obediently, possibly excitedly, wait in front of the door for the knock.Â
You slide a hand down your new dress; it appeared in the closet, and is your size. It certainly isnât Sukunaâs. Red lace, soft silk, dainty bows, easy to move in and breathe â itâs a beautiful dress. Far more expensive and luxurious than anything youâd ever owned. The chest areaâs a little tight; it pushes your breasts up more than youâre used to, and somehow youâre sure that was on purpose.Â
When the door opens, Uraumeâs patient self leads you out. Theyâre quiet. Respectful. They have been since the very first night.Â
âThank you.â
Cold eyes flit to you. âWhat ever for, my lady?â
âFor saving me,â you say, fiddling with the lace on your dress. âIf you hadnât suggested that he humour me, Sukuna would haveââ
âThe king,â Uraume cuts in, spine straight and gaze fixed ahead now, âdoes only as he pleases. It is his right. He grows bored of his new toys very quickly, and it is my duty to keep him entertained. I saw an opportunity to fulfil my responsibility. That is all.â
You have no response to that. You only blink, surprised and berating yourself for being so. Sukuna may be your friend, in your eyes at least, but Uraume is not. Sukuna may not mind the fact that you are human, but others may not share the same sentiment. Maybe Uraume thinks you are a plague. A rat. Thatâs often the story humans spread about curses and their philosophies.
Soon, you reach the double doors leading to the garden. Before the doors are opened, they add, âIt is also my duty to throw old toys away.â
When you turn to look at them, theyâre already gone.
âFinally,â Sukuna says, exasperated. âI resent being kept waiting. Walk here with haste, little bride.â
Uraumeâs words linger in your mind; Sukunaâs sharp rows of teeth flash washes them away.Â
Heâs in his loose robes, bottom set of arms tucked into the wide sleeves. A hand beckons you over, and the moment you are within reach, he snatches you up. Youâre carried up in his arms, high enough to come face to face with him and see all four of his eyes watching you.Â
Sukuna nuzzles the crook of your neck. He starts walking down the path. Branches tickle the top of your head. âDid you sleep well?â he wonders. His voice vibrates against your skin. It tickles.
Gripping his hair for purchase, you murmur, âYes.â Then, shuddering once his lips explores the length of your neck, you ask, âDid you?â
âI do not sleep,â he casually replies.Â
Within minutes, heâs managed to walk so deep into the garden that the surroundings have changed from exotic flowers full of vibrant colours and shapes to a forest of cherry blossoms. Petals whirl around you, swirling with the gentle wind.Â
Above you, the cave walls have shifted into the blue and vast open sky.Â
You gasp. âAre weâŚare we outside?â
The brightness almost sting your eyes; you have to narrow them with a wince to avoid being blinded. The smell of fresh air too nearly burns your nostrils. The chatter of live animals and insects are near deafening at first. Everythingâs so different, so new, yet so familiar, so ordinary that it becomes magical to your senses.Â
He parts from your neck to eye your reaction. The smile on your face makes his grip on you tighten. Sukuna says, âYes. Your complexion looked rather dull without sunlight, and my bride must be at her very best at all times. So here we are.â
That doesnât sound quite true upon his lips but you donât question him on it.Â
Instead, you beam at him and gush, âThank you! Oh, itâs wonderful out.â
Itâs easy to forget what the world above is like when youâve spent countless nights under the mountain with rocks for company.Â
Sukuna sets you down. You waste no time running around, laughing at the green grass that tickles your bare feet.Â
The grass inside the mountainâs garden is black, with roots being red, for reasons you could not fathom. Itâs coarser too. The softness of this green, human grass, in comparison, sets your heart racing.
Thereâs no wind inside the mountain, only a draught. This calm air is fresher, warmer, soothing on the body and doesnât settle.Â
And the warmth of the sunâŚ
Beams of distant fire soaks into your skin. You sigh, a small smile on your lips.Â
When you turn back, heâs sitting under a tree, all arms crossed and watching you. Always watching. Always aware of your every move, every position, every shift.Â
Somewhat shy with the realisation that heâd seen the entire display, you stroll back to his side.Â
âIt is a lovely day out, yes?â he says.Â
You nod, grinning. âItâs perfect. Just perfect.â
About to sit beside him, you let out a squeal when he snatches you up again and sits you down on his lap. All of his arms cage you. Sukuna rests his chin on the top of your head.Â
âNow it is,â he mumbles, chest rumbling against your back.Â
You smile again, more coy this time, and grateful he canât see it.
The grass is untouched. No footprints mar it. No broken twigs, no distant rustling of hidden creatures. It is a forest, yes, but stripped of all the unease that forests usually carry.
It is only you and him.Â
Your fingers curl into the fabric of his sleeve as another petal lands on your lap. You pick it up, studying it like it might vanish if you blink too long. Glancing back at him, you tilt your head slightly. âDid youâŚmake this place like this?â
His chin presses a little more firmly into your hair, a quiet, possessive weight. âIt exists on its own,â he says. âI allow it to remain.â
Another petal skims your lips. Without thinking, you laugh â light, bright, unguarded â as you try to catch it, only for it to slip away again, carried by a breeze that barely stirs the trees.
âYouâre noisy,â he mutters.
Yet he does not tell you to stop.
You lean back into him instead, comfortable now, warm from the sun and from him both. One of his hands idly flicks a petal from your shoulder, the motion almost absent-minded, as though he doesnât realise heâs doing it. Or perhaps he does. And simply doesnât care.
Your gaze drifts across the clearing again, softer this time. Slower. Relaxed, you ask, âYou said you donât sleep. What do you do at night?â
Sukuna hums, fingers drumming on your stomach. âI take care of my business.â
Thatâs vague, you think, but you donât push. Instead, you ask another question: âWhy do you not return to the chambers?â
He chuckles, teasing. âHow forward of you, little bride. We have not yet been wed and youâre already asking to share the marital bed. Is this how you humans do it in this day and age?â
Heat flushes your cheeks. You smack one of his wandering hands, which has crept up to cradle a breast, and huff, âNo, thatâs not what Iâm saying. I just mean, everyone needs sleep. Surely even you, the King of Curses. I wonder how you rest is all.â
A moment of contemplation passes.
Did you say something wrong? Did you go too far?
Did he hate that you smacked him?Â
âYou are right,â he eventually says, head coming down to nudge you. His lips gently touches your cheek. âI do need rest. So allow me.â
His strong hands easily lift you off his lap, placing you down on the grass. Sukuna unfolds his large body and comes to lie perpendicular to you. His head weighs your thighs down.Â
With a wave of his hand, a book appears in your left hand at the same time he takes your right and cradles it to his chest. âRead,â he instructs. âRead to me. And after my nap, I will eat your little cunt and slap your clit thrice to punish you for smacking my hand even just once.â
A flutter at your core has his eyes peering up at you, glinting. He must have sensed it. Somehow. Whether by feeling or by smell. How mortifying.Â
âOr,â he starts, âI can eat you out now. I am fine with whatever order you prefer.â
âNo, Iâll read,â you hurriedly say. You flick to the first page, reading the words out loud and only sighing in relief when his eyes flutter shut at the sound of your voice.Â
Sukunaâs lips curl up in the corner.
And so a new tradition is born.
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âMy Lord,â Uraume repeats outside the door, âthey wait for you.â
Sukuna growls out, âLet them. I am preoccupied.â
Youâre pressed to the door, the cold wood warming up to the flush of your cheek. Bottom lip bitten in a desperate attempt to keep quiet, you can do nothing else but let him rut his scalding length between your thighs.Â
This evening, heâd woken you up with his tongue buried inside your cunt. It seems after another whole day out in the garden, reading and strolling with him and tasting each other beneath trees before or after his naps, you fell asleep and were carried back into your chambers.Â
Has it been days or weeks since youâve built up this routine of spending the days together and spending evenings apart?
Time seems to pass so quickly and yet so slowly. Itâs begun to lose all meaning to you. Itâs not a fact you lament.
You jolted with a shriek at the hulking figure under your covers. âAbout time,â he said, throwing the heavy thing off and baring how his skin glistened with your spend to you. âI thought I might have to fuck you with both my cocks at once to wake you.â
He was joking, you were sure. Or hopedâŚ
âWake me?â you repeated, back arching. âW-why?â
Sukuna replied, a fang rubbing your clit and being especially careful not to cut you, âBecause I must leave again, but I did not want to without hearing my name upon your lips.â
A whine tore through you. âWhy couldnât you just wake me up the normal way?â
Red eyes flashed mischievously from below. He licked a strike up your inner thigh all while not breaking eye contact. âBecause normal does not taste as good.â
Uraumeâs voice called out soon after, reminding him of the evening meeting. You stiffened. Could they hear you? Do they know what he was doing with you on the bed?Â
Feeling embarrassed, you kicked Sukuna off and tried to push him to the door. You hissed, âYou need to go. They need you.â
A hand slid inside your dress and groped your breast, cursed mouth appearing to nurse on your nipple. Another lifted your skirt up so that a third can coat its fingers in your cuntâs essence with the intention of easing the entry inside.Â
âSo does your cunt,â he said. âAnd I know which I would rather attend to first.â
Oh, he was filthy. So, so filthy.
And so persuasive.Â
With you continuing, and struggling, to shake him off â legs quivering from the number his mouths had done to you today â you eventually made it to the door and was about to open it when something hot and heavy rested upon the curve of your ass and a second parted your puffy pussy lips.Â
It was almost like he planned this.Â
âDo not make a noise,â Sukuna rakishly rasped to your ear. Two rough hands gripped your bare hips, dressed hiked up over your ass. âLest youâd like for Uraume to know what weâre doing.â
You definitely did not â they donât like you very much. This wouldnât help your case.Â
ButâŚ
His cocks are rubbing you up and down and back and forth. His fat cockhead keeps catching on your pulsing clit, bumping the thing over and over again until your cuntâs drooling on his veiny length.Â
âPress your thighs together. Tighter,â he commands, and groaning once you do. âEvery part of you feels so good. Itâs maddening.â
The pleasure building up in your core from a few thrusts is maddening. Truly. Irrevocably. You canât tell him that, however. You canât speak; if you do, a loud moan might slip out.Â
Sukunaâs grunting in your ear. The sounds are driving you wild. As is the fact that your tits are out and are being squeezed relentlessly by two hands. Mouths take over his palms. They donât hesitate to latch onto your nipples. You gasp, head thrown back into his chest. âSukuna!â
âMm, I know,â he huskily says. âMe too. Be good, pretty human. Just allow me to use your thighs for now.â
Heâs so tall your hips have to be lifted up to reach his cocks. Your toes dangle over the ground. You hang precariously but you never worry for a second that he might drop you.Â
Shlick! Shlickkk!Â
The sounds are obscene and theyâre all you can hear. Uraume must hear them too. Yet, theyâre still out there, saying, âMy Lord, please. The council grows restless.â
Sukunaâs livid growl shakes the door. âThey. Will. Wait. Do not interrupt me again.â
His rutting speeds up. The sucking of his cursed mouths intensifies. The tip of the cock behind you is smearing pre-cum on your back, and the sensation has you clenching around nothing.Â
âIâm cumming,â you whisper, eyes shut tight. âNghhh!â
âGood,â he breathes out. âGood girl.â
You bring a hand down to your cunt, cupping the cockhead appearing and disappearing with every shallow thrust through your lips. It nudges your palm, squelching! and leaving wet sploodges of his cum and yours. Sukuna snarls.
And just like that, he cums too. His hot cum explodes into your hand, spilling through the cracks of your fingers and splatting onto the floor. More cum bursts on your back, dirtying your dress.
Itâs so hot. Scalding.Â
He keeps ploughing between your soft thighs, wringing out every last drop until he shudders with a growl and you slump completely in his grasp.Â
When he pivots you around to check on you, specifically the cheek that had been pressed up against the door, you see his loose robe had fallen open. Some of his cum has ended up dripping down his skin. Heâs tattooed and chiselled and hard everywhere. A true killing machine. You run your fingers down his chest, smearing his cum around, all the way to his stomach where a massive mouth manifests in time to clamp onto your wrist with a grin.Â
His teeth donât break skin. They donât even hurt. They merely keep your hand inside, huge tongue slithering to lick every finger and every inch. Curiously, you grip the appendage. It really does feel like a real tongue. You stroke it.
Sukuna grips the back of your neck. He glares down at you. âYou are trying to bring me to my knees, arenât you?â
You blink. âNo! Forgive me.â You try to pull your hand out on your own but his sudden grasp on your wrist stops you.Â
âI did not say I did not like it.â He steps closer, licking his lips.Â
âMy LordâŚâ Uraume grits out through the door.Â
Sukuna groans. âYes! Alright!â
The door opens with a wave of his hand.Â
âI should massacre the whole council, then I will have all the time in the world to bury my tongue inside your cunt. One dayâŚâ he mutters under his breath, seemingly actually considering the idea. You swat his back, cheeks flushed from embarrassment.Â
Your dress falls back into place just in time for you to shield yourself from anyone elseâs eyes but Sukunaâs. Not that itâs enough.Â
Uraumeâs chilling eyes see all â the sweat on your skin, the mess of your hair, the quivering of your legs, and the droplets of cum on the floor. They do not look disgusted by it. They look disgusted by you.Â
âBe good for me, little bride,â Sukuna says, already stomping away. âI will look for you as soon as I am done with these fools.â
You take a step forward to Uraume, an apology on your tongue.Â
They step back, straightening up. âThese meetings are important,â they begin. âThey ensure the other lords feel seen and heard. It maintains peace in our domain, and in yours. You mustnât keep him from doing his duties. Not only is it impolite, it is also dangerous.â
âIâm sorrââ
âDo not apologise to me. Apologise to the king for wounding him,â they snap. You frown, confused. âThe marks you left on his wrists that he refuses to heal himself? He leaves them open and bleeding. He openly plays with the cuts in front of the council, in front of his audience, smiling. Whispers are making echoes of a weakness in our king. If you do not care about your safety, then you must care about his.â
Thoroughly scolded, you stay rooted in place, watching Uraume follow after Sukuna.Â
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You take a walk through the garden this evening to clear your head.Â
What Uraume said forced you to contemplate your relationship with the king. With Sukuna. They reminded you why you were spared in the first place â youâre a toy. A thing for entertainment.Â
He is entertained by you now, by the pleasures your body provides. That, however, is not something unique to you; any woman can spread their legs, which is a crass thing to say, you know. But itâs true. To save their village, their people, to earn another day of life, or to even have the honour of serving a king, many women would offer their body up.Â
And you are no special woman. You are quite average, all things considered. Never the most beautiful woman in the room, the most intelligent, or most pure of heart.Â
The fact of the matter is, Sukuna will soon grow bored of you.Â
What is left to be considered now is, will he spare you once he finds a new toy or will you be âgotten ridâ of by Uraume?
Will you be sad?Â
The pang in your chest at the thought seems to suggest so.
Without realising it, you end up back in the cherry blossom grove.Â
It looks different at night. Just as beautiful as during the day, of course, but different. Fireflies light up the air, mingling with the stars above you. If not for them, you wouldnât know where you are, wouldnât know that the tree whose bark youâre grazing with your fingertips now is the very same tree you sit under with Sukuna.
You were always under the impression that being a king meant you could do whatever you wanted. Uraumeâs warning proved otherwise â Sukuna had people to please. And youâre who pleases him.Â
For how long will you be enough?
With a sigh, you wonder if Sukuna really will come to find you after his meeting. Heâs always busy in the evenings, and though you spent the hours of the night sleeping anyway, itâd still be nice to talk to him. His thoughts on books youâve read are quite funny.Â
He hates silly heroines who make bad decisions and always fall for the gloomy, morally grey men, yet hates the morally grey men more for their cheesy lines. ââI control shadows and I have wings,ââ heâd mimic, lowering his voice to a deeper rumble than his own. Then heâd say in his own voice, âYes, so do about a thousand other fictional men. You are not special.â
Sukunaâs brows would furrow and heâd scoff whenever youâd get flustered by the erotic passages youâd be forced to read aloud to him as you sit in his lap, but he never suggests changing books. You theorise he really just likes complaining.Â
âPretty girl?â
You jolt.Â
That voiceâŚ
âSuguru?â
Behind a tree, a silhouette hobbles over to you. âYouâre alive! Oh, thank the heavens!â
The man falls into your arms. Heâs really here. Your bestest friend. But he isnât how you remember him â long raven hair have turned matted and dull, clothes torn and dirtied, and skin scratched up. You can hardly recognise him.
He grips your face, dirt rubbing into your skin. Scanning for any harm that might have befallen you, he smiles with relief upon seeing youâre perfectly well. âIâve spent so many weeks wondering what had happened to you. Iâm so sorry. God, Iâm so sorry.â
His words are going in one ear and out the other; you can only question, with terror and trepidation, why his hands tremble, why heâs jumping at every little sound, and pulling you away inch by inch.Â
âWhat happened?âÂ
Suguruâs eyes harden. His grip falls on your shoulder. Tight. Insistent. You wince. He says, âListen to me carefully. We need to leave. We need to leave now. Weâre too deep in the Curse Kingâs territory. There are beasts about. We must run now. Come!â
Bewildered, youâre yanked forward, stumbling over your feet.Â
âWait, no, I have to stay!âÂ
Heâs not listening.Â
Deeper into the forest, youâre pulled. The cherry blossoms morph into scraggly trees, leafless and with jagged branches like teeth reaching for you. The fireflies are gone now. You have to force your eyes to adjust as you trip over rocks and logs, and as your bare feet are caked in mud and moss.Â
Looking back towards the light, you start to heave. âSukunaâŚSukunaâll be mad. I have to go back.â You try to tear his hand off your wrist, digging your nails, but he can hardly feel it. âSuguru!â you yell, in near tears.
The man whirls on you, eyes wide and red. The bags under his eyes are darker than even the dark. They startle you. âWhatâre you doing? Whyâre you fighting me? Iâm trying to save you, like I should have done when your family decided to sacrifice you to the mountain.â
You shake your head. âItâs okay. Iâm okay. Iâm not mad at you, so if youâre doing this out of guilt, then you donât need to. Just go, alright? Go before someone notices youâre here. I donât know what the goblins, Uraume, o-or Sukuna will do if they find you here.â
Suguru recoils. âSukuna? You call the monster of the mountain by his first name?âÂ
He doesnât wait for you to answer. Something seems to dawn on him. His eyes properly take you in from head to toe â your clean skin, fresh hair, the plump in your cheeks, the expensive dress you wear, the lace, the silk, the jewels.Â
He releases you, like youâd burnt him.Â
âThe king spared youâŚâ he whispers in horror. âHe spared you. And youâve been living a life of luxury, as our village burned to the ground. You call him by his first name when his name was the last thing my family had screamed in their final moments. You wish to go back, to that thing, when Iâm here and Iâm taking you awayâŚâ
âWhat do you mean?â you ask, brows knitting together. âWhat happened to our village?â
Itâs an impossible thing to imagine. Yet it shouldnât have been. Many villages have suffered the same fate, or worse, over the many years since the rise of the curses. But your village was spared because of you, because of their offering, right?
A scathing laugh slaps you on the cheek. âYou donât know? Youâve been cozying up to that monster and you donât know he wiped our village out from the map? That he massacred our people in one night? Are you just stupid or did he poison your mind?â
You fall back, shaking your head. âNo, no, he wouldnât.â
âHeâs a killer!â Suguru roars. âHeâs killed so many. Every single night. The very few of us that had survived have fled from village to village, trying to fight against him and his army of curses, but they always win. Iâve watched my friends, my allies, fall again and again. And yet, I thought of you every day. I fought for you, so I can return and save you from his torture.â
He scoffs.Â
âBut he hasnât been torturing you, has he?â Suguru grips your face suddenly, bruising your cheeks as he spits out, âNo, he hasnât had to use force to get you to spread your legs!â
Tears stream down your face. âStop it,â you cry out. âStop it!â
Suguru presses his forehead to yours, lips trembling. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â he repeats. âLetâs just go, alright? We need to go. Youâre not safe even if youâve earned his favour for now. Heâs proven he isnât a man of his word, and itâs only a matter of time before he tears you limb from limb like he had done to your mother and to your father, and to mine.â
Images of your home ablaze, of the night sky filling with the screams of the dying, of blood turning the ground crimson flash in your eyes.Â
Youâre a fool. Youâd actually convinced yourself that he isnât the King of Curses, that creatures from the Underworld donât bow to him, that he hasnât been keeping you to laugh behind your back.Â
Youâd allow yourself to believe youâre Sukunaâs bride.Â
That youâre something special to him, even momentarily, even just for now.Â
Heâs looking at you impatiently, bouncing on his feet and listening out for any signs of hostile life in the forest.Â
Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself. âYes, yes. Letâs go. Heâs in a meeting right now, heâll be busy.â
And off you two go, running in the dark, hand in hand.Â
Branches whip at your arms as you run.
The forest is different at night.
Where it had been soft, warm, almost dreamlike beneath drifting blossoms, itâs now a maze of shadows and silver light, the moon caught in the petals overhead. Your breath comes sharp and uneven, lungs burning, feet barely finding the ground as you stumble over roots and fallen bark.
Beside you, Suguruâs grip is firm. Unyielding.
âDonât stop,â he says, low, urgent, pulling you forward when your pace falters. âWeâre almost past the boundaryââ
A roar splits the night.
It shakes the air. Rips through the trees. Sends petals scattering like frightened birds. The ground trembles beneath your feet, a deep, violent pulse that travels straight up your spine. It rattles your bones, grips your very soul and squeezes. Itâs in equal parts wrathful and tortured.Â
You freeze.
Suguru doesnât.
âMove,â he snaps, tightening his hold on your hand, dragging you forward again. âHe knows.â
Of course he knows.
This is his domain.
Every inch of it.
You run faster.
Faster than you ever have before, lungs screaming, vision blurring, your hand clutched in Suguruâs like itâs the only thing anchoring you to reality. The trees thin for a moment, moonlight spilling across a clearingâ
THUD!
The earth cracks beneath the impact. You both skid to a halt.
He stands there, between you and whatever hope you thought you had.
Sukuna.
Tall. Unmoving. Waiting.
That deranged smile curls slowly across his lips, too wide, too pleased, too knowing. His eyes gleam in the dark, sharp and bright and utterly unhinged, drinking in the sight of you: your dishevelled state, your trembling form, your hand still clasped in anotherâs.
For a moment, he says nothing. Then, âYou are leaving me?â His voice is almost light. Almost amused. âFor some pathetic human?â
The words hit harder than the roar. Your chest tightens, a hot and jagged thing rising up your throat, drowning out the fear, the instinct to shrink, to hide, to obey. âNo,â you snap, breath shaking. âIâm leaving because you slaughtered my village. You killed my family. You lied to me.â
He laughs. Low. Disbelieving. Growing. Sukuna tilts his head, as though genuinely intrigued by your accusation, by the audacity of it. âYou mean the village,â he begins, voice slow, deliberate, âthat threw you, bound and gagged, at the foot of my domain to be sacrificed?â
Each word lands like a blade, cutting deeper and deeper, and twisting to remind you of your lowest moment, of the humiliation, of the powerlessness you felt.
âThe family that readily offered you up? That never looked back even once?â
Your grip on Suguru tightens.
Sukunaâs smile widens.Â
âYes,â he hums, almost fondly. Inspecting his hands, as though he can see the blood that still stains his unmarred skin. âYes, I did. And very gladly.â
Something in your chest cracks.
âBut I never lied to you,â he continues, eyes narrowing just slightly, the air around him growing heavier, sharper. âYou just assumed that I would negotiate with lesser creatures. A fault that I have overlooked.â
Suguru steps forward, just enough to place himself between you and him. âYouâre done,â he says, voice steady, though thereâs tension coiled tight beneath it. âWhatever hold you think you have over herââ
Sukunaâs gaze flicks to him.
The shift is instant.
The amusement drains, not completely, but enough to reveal something colder beneath. Something ancient. Something violent.
âCareful,â Sukuna murmurs. âI do not take kindly to interruptions in my conversations with my bride.â
The air distorts.
Pressure builds, thick and suffocating, pressing against your skin, your lungs, your bones. Suguru doesnât move, but you feel the way his hand tightens around yours, grounding you even as the world threatens to tilt.Â
Why hasnât Sukuna killed you both? Why hasnât he tore you two apart? Why is he standing under the moonlight, humoured and talking so leisurely?Â
Even till now, heâs not staring down at you with deadly intent. Heâs conversing with you as if heâs asking how your breakfast is or what book youâd picked up to read to him today. Itâs impossible to know what heâs thinking, and thatâs more dangerous than if you knew he was going to rip you into pieces.
âSheâs not your bride,â he spits, tugging you behind him.
Sukuna laughs again. Four eyes settle back on you. âNot mine?â he repeats, almost thoughtfully. âAfter everything I have given you?â
A step forward.
âAfter I took you in,â he continues, voice dropping, curling around the words, âfed you, dressed you, kept you alive when the rest of your kind would have happily watched you die?â
Another step.
Trying to steel your resolve, you retort, âYou must feel betrayed, right? Imagine how I feel, Sukuna!â
âYou think I feel betrayed?â he asks, head tilting again, that awful smile returning, sharper now. âNo, little bride.â His gaze flicks briefly to your joined hands. Then back to your face. âThis is not betrayal,â he says. âThis is ingratitude. It seems I have spoiled you. Given you too much, too fast. I did not train insolence out of you. You have insulted me. And you will be punished.â
Suguru pulls you back a fraction.
âRun,â Suguru whispers.
His last words, before Sukuna flicks his wrist and his body is cut into thin ribbons of flesh, blood, muscle and bone. They fall into a neat pile by your feet, soaking the ground you stand on until your soles are caked in the remains of your only friend.
It happens so quickly, so suddenly, you couldnât blink fast enough to protect your mind from the grotesque display. You saw it all. A man, a whole life, memories, a future, diminished to mush.Â
Sukuna smiles wider.
âYes,â he says, almost eagerly. âRun, little bride.â
You do.Â
Feet slam against the forest floor. Bare soles strike damp earth. Sharp pebbles and stray twigs that snap beneath your weight. It hurts.Â
God, it hurts.Â
But you donât stop. You canât. The pain barely registers past the ringing in your ears, past the image burned into your mind, replaying over and over again.Â
Suguruâs gone. Your village. Your family. Everything familiar.Â
Your stomach twists violently, bile clawing up your throat, but thereâs no time to be sick, no time to grieve, no time for anything except run.
Branches lash at you as you tear through the undergrowth, snagging against your dress, catching in the fabric and ripping it in jagged lines. The hem tears first, then higher, threads snapping with every desperate step until the once-soft material hangs in shredded strips around your legs. Chilling air kisses the exposed skin, quickly replaced by the sting of scratches, of thin lines of blood blooming where thorns and bark have caught you.
âSo panicked. So scared.â
His voice.
Right there.
Warm.Â
Amused.
Mocking.
You choke on a gasp, nearly tripping over your own feet as you lurch forward, heart slamming so hard it feels like it might crack your ribs open. Heâs not behind you, or in front of you, and yet it sounded as though he was.Â
âI have not even begun,â Sukuna murmurs somewhere, almost thoughtful. âAnd already you look like this. Adorable.â
The forest stretches endlessly before you, trees blurring together, shadows twisting into shapes that donât exist. The petals that once felt soft now cling to your damp skin, sticking to the sweat, to the blood, to the places where your dress has torn open. Your lungs burn, each inhale sharp and shallow, your chest tightening with every second that passes.Â
You trip.
A root catches your foot, sending you pitching forward. Your hands barely catch you before your face meets the ground, palms scraping harshly against rough earth. Dirt grinds into your skin, mixing with the blood already there.
âOh dear,â he muses. âSuch a clumsy thing, you are. Thatâs why I keep you locked up with all the pretty things in my domain. Do you see now, why you must stay with me?â
Getting back to your feet, you stumble forward. âIâm never going back with you!â
You ignore the way your hands tremble, the way your legs and your unused muscles scream in protest as you force them to move again.
Run.
Run.
Run.
âYou know,â Sukuna continues, his voice drifting lazily through the air, âI expected more from you.â
Thereâs a rustle above.
A shadow moving faster than you can track.
Where is he? Why isnât he snatching you up? Why is he drawing this out?Â
Heâs like a cat toying with a mouse, playing with his food, heightening your fear so youâll taste even better.Â
âI gave you everything,â he says, less conversational now, more accusing. âAnd this is how you repay me? Running off into the woods like a frightened little animal, with some other man, a man I should have slaughtered along with the other rats?â
Your breath hitches.
âHave I not been good to you? Have I not been enough? Enough to stay for. For even a goodbye.âÂ
A tear slips down your cheek, cutting through the grime. Devastatingly, a part of you notices the subtle crack of vulnerability. He masks it with amusement, with the undercurrent of anger, but you hear it all the same.
Still running, you yell, âYouâre going to kill me, like you killed everyone. Iâm just a toy to you!â
âAnd a very bad one at that,â he retorts without missing a beat. âFear not â I will fix you once I catch you.â
âYouâre not going to catch me,â you choke out, though it sounds weak, even to your own ears.Â
Sukuna tuts and it sounds like itâs right by your ear. âAh, but I already have.â
Wind flips your hair around, making it hard to see, so when you whip your head side to side, looking for hope, you donât see the barrier ahead until itâs too late.Â
Your body meets a hard wall. Two arms cage you in, unyielding.Â
A scream pierces through the forest. Itâs so far removed from you, you think for a second that someone else is facing the same fate you are, and your heart breaks for her. When reality sets in, you cease to stop feeling sorry at all. You just werenât fast enough. No one could be against the Curse King.Â
âGot you, little bride.â
In a blink of an eye, he has you carried up by your hips.Â
âMark my words,â he says, âyou will never leave me again.â
His lips slam onto yours.Â
Sukuna wastes no time shoving his tongue inside your mouth. A shocked moan escapes you. This is your first kiss, and with him. Itâs not romantic like the stories described kisses to be. Itâs not soft, tentative, gentle. Itâs a kiss full of anger, of a need for vengeance, to dominate.Â
Sukunaâs channeling every ounce of his feeling of betrayal, try as he might to deny it, down your throat. With the nipping of his teeth hard enough to draw blood, the suckling of his lips to taste the iron on his tongue, and said tongue exploring the crevices.Â
âJust as delicious as your cunt,â he snarls, pleased.
You should fight him off, you know. But you canât. Heâs too strong, too all-consuming, too engrained in your body. It recognises his heat, his scent, his voice, and it wants more. So you donât part from him; you clamp your teeth down on his bottom lip too, tasting his blood.Â
Itâs sweet.Â
Sickly sweet in a way that rushes straight to your head.
He barks a laugh, a hand yanking your head back by your hair. âA biterâŚadorable.â He runs his tongue up the length of your neck before biting the curve. You moan. It doesnât break skin, but the threat is there, and it has you clenching around nothing.
Sukuna takes a deep inhale of the air.Â
His eyes flash red.Â
âI killed your friend, decimated your village, and your cunt is still craving pleasure from me?â he asks, though it doesnât sound very much like a question at all. âYour soul calls for me, do you realise it, little wife?â
âIâm not your wife,â you spit out.Â
âNot yet, but in just a moment, you will be,â he promises. At whatever expression you wear on your face, another laugh cuts through you. âYou do not realise the trap you have run into, do you?â
Blinking, you finally look around, processing your surroundings.Â
They glisten with something under the moonlight â too thick, too dark to be dew.Â
Blood?
Behind you, a litter of scarlet petals trails right up to where you stand, as though marking every step that led you here, every foolish attempt at escape laid out like a procession. Rows of benches stretch out on either side, carved from twisted wood and bone, thorns curling along their edges, skulls embedded into the structure.
The forest has gone still.
No insects. No birds. No wind.
Only him.
Only you.
And thisâŚ
This altar.
âA fitting setting, no?â Sukuna murmurs against your skin, his voice lower now, richer, laced with something disturbingly joyful. His grip on your hips tightens, grounding you in place even as your mind threatens to spiral. âFor a union long overdue.â
Dress hiked up around your waist, a long, slithering thing worms up your thighs. You writhe, trying to run away from it, but he wonât let you. Teeth hook into your underwear. It riiiiiiiiiips it off.
His curse tongue licks your cunt with a vengeance, as though punishing you for withholding your pussy and its juices from it. Shlick! Shlick! So vulgar. So indecent. So unrestrained.Â
Your pulse spikes. âThis isnâtââ
âIt is,â he cuts in smoothly.
The word lands like a final verdict.
Back arching, youâre powerless against the tongue prodding your entrance. He doesnât mention it. Neither do you. You donât mention how itâs far too big to enter you and yet it does, stretching your walls out with ancient powers you will never understand.Â
Inside, it licks every inch, every pleat. Maybe your hips work down, trying to suck it deeper inside. Maybe it doesnât.Â
Youâre far too focused on the fact that youâre finally at your wedding. A wedding you never wanted in the first place. A wedding he didnât want either. He was just amused by the gall of the humans.
The domain itself is bearing witness.
Thereâs no need for friends, for family, for a priest.Â
He only needs himself and you.
Sukuna turns you with absolute certainty, positioning you to face the altar. Itâs carved from dark marble, veined with something that glows faintly beneath the surface, like embers trapped beneath ash. Symbols you donât understand are etched into it, curling and jagged.Â
âI chased you,â he muses, almost idly, though his hands never leave you, never loosen. They feel your body. Squeezing. Groping. Grip pulsing. Drawing out gasps and moans. âI let you run. Let you tear yourself apart on branches and roots like a frightened little thing.â
His fingers drag over one of the scratches on your arm, smearing the thin line of blood.
âAnd still,â he continues, voice dropping, âyou came exactly where I wanted you.â
Your throat tightens.
âI didnâtââ
âYou did,â he says, almost gently now, and that softness is far more terrifying than anything else. âEvery path you chose. Every step you took. It all led here.â
The petals shift under your feet as he guides you forward.
One step.
And another.
âTo me.â
Your thighs are soaked with his saliva. The entrance to your womb is being tickled. Clit rubbed by a wide, flat tongue. Youâre face to face with him, panting, eyes unable to tear away with the undeniable allure of his. Heâs tasting you, consuming you, devouring. He just canât help himself. Even when he should be rough, when he should punish you, should teach you a lesson youâll never forget, he cannot.Â
âNgh! S-Sukuna,â you cry out as an orgasm tears through you. âToo much!â
For a moment, his gaze softens. âI know, I know. But you need to be stretched to take both of my cocks. Be patient.â
Blood drains from your face.Â
Thatâs when you start thrashing in his hold, fear taking over you. âNo, no! I canât take both of them.â Theyâre too big. Youâve seen them up close; no one could take them. No human. One would already be asking too much.Â
Both?Â
Itâd be a death sentence.
Sukuna slowly lays you down on top of the altar.Â
Immediately, dark powers curl around your body. Wisps of shadow and smoke threading around your limbs, twirling your hair, brushing your cheek, unravelling your dress and slipping it off your body. They keep you in place.
You feel his energy touching you everywhere â stroking your lips, entering through your nose, sliding down your throat and filling your belly, flicking your nipples before wrapping around the hard bud and tugging, creeping down your stomach to stroke your throbbing clit.Â
They distract you, shushing the cries of protest.Â
âBeautiful,â he whispers as his eyes consume you whole. âSo beautiful. And all mine.â
He touches your cunt, coating his fingers with your essence. Sukuna brings it up in the light between you. Itâs red.Â
Automatically, your legs move to close. The shadows stop you. They yank your legs further apart so he can slot himself between them. His robes have fallen off. A cockhead pokes your clit, smearing its pre-cum onto the pulsing thing. You gasp.Â
When he licks your monthly blood off his fingers, you groan. âStop! Itâs filthy.â
âNo, little bride. Nothing about you is filthy. Not in a way I donât cherish, at least.â
Sukuna brings his wrist up to your lips.Â
âBite me. Hard. Hard enough to bleed. Take your anger out on me. All your hate. Your melancholy. Your grief. Let it all out,â he demands, growling. âI want it. All of it. Every part of you. Give it to me!â
The shadows pry your jaw open. Thatâs it. Itâs them that makes your teeth take hold of his thick wrist and bite down with every force you have in you. Itâs them that make your teeth sink in through all layers.Â
Iron soaks into your tongue, trickling down your throat and warming your chest, like alcohol.Â
He throws his head back, chest heaving.Â
The forest rustles, cheering, trembling with pleasure. Meanwhile, the shadows are vibrating. Thrumming as it plays with your clit incessantly. As it pushes in the little holes of your nipples, pleasuring the fats from inside. You whine.Â
âFuck!â he bellows
Sukuna snatches his wrist from you. His hands grip the marble, veins popping and threatening to burst. Heâs gulping down air and rolling tension off his shoulders.Â
âYou almost came, didnât you?â you ask, smiling in victory.Â
Those red eyes dart up to you. He licks his lips. âYes. Yes, I did.â Sukuna tilts his head, hand wandering up your torso before groping your breast. Like you already know to expect, his curse mouth disappears from his stomach and appears on his palm. It suckles on your nipple, obsessed with trying to find milk where there is none.Â
You moan, back arching.Â
Two hands hold your hips. They tug you down, closer to his hips.Â
âYou expected me to be ashamed of your effect on me?â he wonders aloud, huffing in amusement. âI want you. I crave you. I own you. In the same way you want me, crave me, own me. The only difference is, I embrace it.â
Heâs stroking his top cock leisurely, wringing out droplets you canât tear your eyes from. Lips parting, your mouth begins to long to be filled. Your hips chase after the fat thing. His shadows keep you still.Â
Sukuna continues, rubbing the wrist youâd bitten on your stomach, âI am offering everything I have, everything I am, was and will be. You need only take it. Take me. Use me.â He draws a symbol, a sigil, you donât recognise. With his other hand, he collects the blood between your legs. The bloodied fingers hovers above the mark. âClaim me.â
Thereâs sincerity in his eyes, which seem to plead with you.Â
Inside, a pull reaches for him. Desperate. Intent. Hysterical. It calls for him, pained. He calls back, even more so.Â
You can tell, whatever you feel for him, he feels it tenfold. No, infinitely more intense. It must drive him mad. The fraction of what you feel has you wanting to keel over, to rip your skin off and wear his. How he can function, can keep his head on straight, baffles you.
Heâs commendable. A true leader. An unholy king.
Thatâs why, when he utters a final syllable, you cannot resist the pull any longer:
âPlease.â
âYes!â you wail. âI do! I do! I claim you. All of you.â
Arms flailing, you scramble towards him. Like a leech, you attach yourself to him, to his lips. You sloppily kiss him, smearing the blood and dirt on your body all over his. Fire burns beneath your skin. Youâre set ablaze. Your soul. Your heart. Your skin. Every part is touched by him. Caressed. Treasured.
Sukuna releases a relieved breath, as though heâd been put out of his misery.Â
He holds you to him. He wonât drop you. You know it. You know it so deeply, it is like knowing your name.Â
The forest roars. Branches thrash. Leaves fall in spirals around you, a wall shielding you from the rest of the world. Thereâs no going back anymore. Youâve given in. Youâve surrendered.Â
Two hot things begin pushing inside.Â
For a moment, you tense, anticipating pain. None come. Only delirious bliss. Drool drips down your chin. Your eyes roll back.Â
The shadows havenât stopped stimulating you outside and inside. Youâve been cumming over and over again. Little orgasms that make your limbs shaky. But the orgasm that hits you the moment both of his cock stretch your gummy walls?
World ending.Â
Tantalizing.
Immense.Â
Boundless.
The most glorious gift.
You scream.Â
âYes, thatâs it,â he coaxes. âPerfect. So perfect. My wife. Mine now and forevermore.â
Soon, he bottoms out. Hips flushed. Torsos pressed together tightly. Not a single thing could get in between you. You feel every inch of him. Every ridge. Every vein. Every nudge of his fat cockheads competing to draw out your pleasure most.Â
You thought itâd feel overwhelming. Too much too soon. Now, you canât get enough. You think, if only one cock had entered you, you would have mewled and whined for the other to join. Â
âSee?â Sukuna whispers into your ear, teeth scraping the shell. âYou took me so well. Such a well-behaved girl. You were -hah- made for me.â
In spite of his teasing words, his whole body is trembling with the fight not to cum too soon. Your constant clenching, fluttering around both of his cocks, the way you choke him right to the base, has him at the very edge of sanity, which you doubt he had to begin with.Â
Heâs ploughing his cocks inside you.Â
Thrusting with vigour that you feel at your fingertips. Your toes curl, back arching and head thrown back. Sukuna sucks at your neck, obsessed with the intensity of your scent there.Â
Heâs like an animal let loose. Heâs rutting into you so fiercely you fear heâd break your bones. But your king would never hurt you. Not in a way you wouldnât like.
A crazed laugh echoes in the night.Â
You rake your fingers through his hair. Then you yank his head back, as he had done to you. âMore, Sukuna. Fuck me more. I want to cum on your cocks over and over again. I command it, husband.â
Both lengths throb inside you.Â
Sukunaâs eyes cross. Theyâre glazed over. âYes,â he mumbles without even realising it, thoroughly enthralled in your very being, âwhatever you want, my beautiful, precious wife.â
Hours must pass.Â
Hours of fucking you in the air, on the altar, on the ground, against a tree.Â
His hands explore your body till heâs memorised the curves and the planes. You do the same.Â
The squelching of your cunt, the slapping of skin, the mingling of blood with cum, the reverberating of groans and moans envelopes you in a hellish cocoon. The bullying of his cocks through your sore, sensitive walls, the sucking of his curse mouth on your tits, the devouring of his mouth to yours, the fwop fwop fwop! of his balls on your poor clit â all of it sends you over the edge again and again and again and again, even once you think you will never feel better than the last.
You cannot get enough of him.
And he cannot get enough of you.Â
Sukuna whimpers your name out before and after every peak he reaches. He fills your belly up with his cum. It perpetually drips out of you. You can taste the salt on your tongue. It coats you from head to toe.Â
âMy wife,â he exhales, like announcing to the world. âMy lifeâŚmy love.â
Where he ends and you begin blur.
Time ceases to exist. The rest of the world vanishes.Â
In this moment, in his arms, bouncing on his cock as he gazes upon every flicker of pain and pleasure on your face, only you two matter.Â
.
.
.
The sun has started to rise.Â
You watch it climbing over the hill, head laid out on Sukunaâs chest. He plays with your hair, twirling it absentmindedly. Youâre both naked. Limbs thrown over each other. Tangled.
Juices and blood have dried over your skin. Some of it your own. Some of it his.Â
A deep satisfaction courses through your veins.Â
Sukunaâs chest rises and falls beneath your cheek.
There is something almost surreal about it â this stillness, this calm. The same body that had hunted you through the dark now lies beneath you like an anchor, solid and unyielding in a different way. The heat of him seeps into your skin, bleeding into your bones.
His fingers continue their idle path through your hair.
A strand slips loose, caught and wound around his clawed fingertips before being released again.Â
Your body bears the marks of the night: faint bruises bloom beneath your skin, teeth marks darkening where they had once stung, thin scratches tracing your limbs from your flight through the forest. Sukunaâs hands soothe any marks he left on you, not regretful at all. His actions can be likened to basking proudly in the art he made.Â
All the while, youâre tracing the marks you left on him too â the scratches, the bite marks, the bruises he allowed you to give him. You run your fingers down his tattoos, avoiding the mouth on his tongue, which keeps licking you or trying to capture your hand. A very naughty thing indeed.
âSukuna,â you murmur. He grunts. âIâm hungry. Letâs go back home.â
âHow you have any room left in your small belly after drinking so much of my cum, I cannot fathom,â he voices out, curious and concerned. You smack his chest. âYes, dear. I hear you. Let us take a bath in the pool and I will have a servant bring us food. Perhaps a goblin.â
As he stands up, you frown. âA goblin? Why not Uraume?â
Uraumeâs his favourite. His right hand. His shadow. The goblins, on the other hand, he barely tolerates. Youâve seen him kick the poor things out of the way too often. Once or twice, youâve reflexively tried to help them up, but they growl at you. You think they quite like being kicked about. It seems to be an honour to them. Â
Under his breath, as Sukuna stretches his body with a lazy yawn, he says, âUraume is on time out.â
Using his outstretched hand to bring you to your feet, you ask, âWhy? What happened?â
Petulantly, he grumbles, âThe insolent brat took it upon themself to lead that waste of space human I tore to shreds to you. It seems they thought you were a bad influence on me.â
To punctuate his last sentence and emphasise the absurdity of the idea, he grins wolfishly down at you, more specifically at his cum dripping down your thighs. Cheeks heated, you press them together.Â
Itâs hard to believe this evening had been orchestrated by Uraume, but also itâs not a huge leap in logic. Theyâve made their point of view abundantly clear â you just didnât think they would have tried to have you face imminent death crossing through the forest where creatures of the Underworld lurked.Â
âAre youâŚare you going to hurt them?â
Sukuna cocks a brow. âWould you like me too?â
âNo,â you say immediately and sincerely. âBloodâs already been spilled tonight. I donât want to be the reason someone gets hurt again.â
âVery well. Let me know if you change your mind. They sure do get upset if I let someone else cook my meals.â
You giggle.
Then, all the humour dies out of you.Â
Exhaustion has set in your limbs.Â
Whatever energy had overtaken you earlier is gone now.Â
His breath grazes your cheeks, warm against the cold air. One of his thumbs collects a tear right from your lashes. You didnât even know youâre tearing up. He brings the droplet to his lips and licks it away. You hold your breath as he mutters, âWatching you run from me, hand in hand with some other man, hurts less than seeing you cry for him. It makes me wish I had made him suffer more before his end.â
âIâm not crying for him.â
Sukunaâs crimson eyes flit to you.Â
âOh?â
Sudden sobs escape your lips. Your knees give out beneath you. He catches you, lifting you up in his arms. He always does. You bury your face in his neck. Sukuna rubs soothing circles on your back, cooing. âMy ferocious, little wifeâŚwhat is wrong? Did I hurt you too much? Do youâŚdo you regret marrying me?â
The insecurity in his voice, the hesitation to ask, to hear a truth he would be distraught to hear, make you cry harder.Â
âPlease donât ever throw me away. I know I shouldnât have left last night, but I really thought you were going to kill me. And maybe you will later. But please donât,â you plead through your tears. âI want to be with you forever and ever.â
Silence passes.Â
A pregnant pause.
He laughs.Â
He actually laughs.Â
Itâs full bodied. His stomach mouth joins in. âHilarious! You never fail to entertain me with your constant overthinking. Always so afraid. So on guard. Too precious! You are just too adorable. You will rot my teeth.â
Weakly, you lay a barrage of punches on his chest. âDonât laugh at me, you brute. Iâm your wife. Respect me.â
Sukuna nods patronisingly, but he does shift his laughter into light chuckles, âAlright, alright. Forgive me, little wife. You are simply so delightful, so naive, and pitiful, I cannot help myself.âÂ
âPut me down.â
âNever.â Sukuna presses a kiss to your cheek. He nudges your face away from his neck so you will meet his gaze. Seriously now, voice with his sacred vow, âI have no intention of throwing you away. Not since I laid eyes on you and felt a thing I did not know existed beat in my chest.â
Holding your breath, you listen to his confession.Â
âThere is no world,â he continues, quieter now, though the weight of it presses heavier, âin which I allow you to slip from my grasp. Not heaven, not earth, not whatever fragile afterlife your kind clings to. If you are taken from me, I will unmake it. If you are hidden, I will find you. If you are reborn, I will recognise you.â
Shyly, you ask, âEven if I have a different face?â
Sukuna nods. âIn whatever form, whatever shape, whatever state, you are. Wherever, whenever, you find yourself in. I will recognise you by your soul. For yours make up my own.â
He leaves a kiss to your forehead, to each of your eyes, to the tip of your nose. You giggle.
Then, huffing in amusement, he adds, âIt certainly helps that we are bound by curse marriage. Not by your flimsy, human paper. But by blood. We curses take blood bonds very seriously. If we are to part, for whatever reason, we would both die, so it is in your best interest not to throw me away.â
That should startle you. Should scare you beyond belief. Instead, you think itâs the most romantic thing youâve ever heard.Â
âIâm holding you to that,â you mutter against his lips.
Sukuna nuzzles your nose with his, a smile mirroring yours.Â
âYes, please do.â
FIRST MASTERLIST! This masterlist has all my writing from 06/02/24 up until 11/11/24 â for my recent works check out my SECOND MASTERLIST and my THIRD MASTERLIST <3
đť = from my '24 Kinktober!
Men In Uniform Do It Best!
Dirty Lil' Secrets
A Picture Lasts Long (But Not As Long As That D*ck)
I'm Addicted, I Admit It!
Give Me Tough Love
Never Ever Seen This Before!
We Don't Have No Babies!
Like A Fever
Bad Things (To You)
Prettier When Messy!
Care For You!
Green-eyed Monster
So Lonely In My Mansion!
Kiss Me More!
Girl, I Do This Often
Cause, I Love Freaks!
Sl*t Me Out!
Match My Freak!
WAP!
R U Mine?
Hot To Go!
Girl, You Earned It!
I'm A BIG Stepper!
BODY-ODY!
SOOO ANXIOUS
Long Overdue!
THIS P*SSY DEPRESSED!
The Family Matter?!
I-T G-I-R-L!
I Lasted Ten Rounds!
BRAT!
She's My Vitals!
MONSTA! đť
WILD WILD WILD đť
Bad Bad Boy đť
PONY đť
Girl, I'm Into It! đť
KNOTTY GIRL! đť
NNN
Madam.
Three's a Crowd (But Four...) â âSo, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?â âWhy? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?â In which you and your boyfriend find very unconventional uses for his powers.
Why Can't I Keep My Fingers Off You? [Part 1] [Part 2] â There were two things missing in the scene in front of you: 1. The aphrodisiac chocolate your friends had given as a gag gift last Christmas that had been hidden away in the back of your refrigerator. 2. Your dear fiancĂŠ.
Dream A Little Dream â For the strongest, it was a privilege to dream. Especially when his dream is you.Â
Initiation! â âJust a small initiation, nothing too serious.â Couldnât be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?
One More? Please? â A kiss always solves everything! But when a kiss turns into something moreâŚwell, itâs only a desperate attempt to unseal yourselves from this damned prison realm, right? Right?
Everybody Knows That I'm a Good Girl, Officers... â You donât know whatâs faster - how fast you were speeding down the highway, or how fast youâre on your knees for the hot officers that just so happen to pull you over.
Hope They Catch Us â When youâre on-screen, itâs always a rivalry to see whoâs best - you just never thought that it would be the same struggle in bed.
Unmistakably Yours â In which the strongest bends space and time - literally - after coming back from deatḣ, to do what heâs always wanted to do - you.
Madam Gojo â Gojo Satoru, the strongest clan leader in all of Japan - and the most dangerous, too. You, rejected by the elders, and totally not his future bride, right? Right?
Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) â In which intentionally making your frĂend-with-benefĂts jealous ends up with more benefits than youâd think.
The Heir â No, your clan leader husband wonât stop until he gives you an heir. No, you donât think youâll make it out alive.
The Call â After an explosive fight with your boyfriend, you really should feel sorry about being swept up by the blue-eyed stranger at the club - but itâs so hard when he kisses you like that.
Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy â He knows that you would be one of his favorite stories from his travels. And you know that you want nothing more than to stay by his side. After meeting an alluring cowboy at Olâ Rustcliffe Saloon, both of you are sure of one thing - this must be fate.
Go For It, Gojo! [Part 1] [Part 2] â You wouldnât fuck Gojo Satoru even if you were paidâŚis what you thought exactly five minutes before you were shoved against the wall of this cramped closet, his face stuffed in your soaked panties.
Unhoneymooners!? â The universe was surely playing a joke on you. Here you were, trapped on a luxury getaway with your - dangerously handsome, extremely obnoxious - ex. Either you were going to kill each other or end up pinned beneath him, split apart on his cĂłck. You just didnât know what would come first.
AITA For F*cking My Sugar Daddy's Son?! â When your sugar daddy just isnât paying attention to you, can you really be blamed for fĂşcking his son? Especially when his son is absolutely obsessed with you.
Bad Boys Bring Roses â Youâve never dealt with the yakuza - not once. So why is the future head of the Gojo clan suddenly coming up to you, demanding that you marry him for 30 days?
The Way You Kiss Me â The four times Satoru tries really hard not to kiss you - his best friendâs pretty younger sister. And the one time he doesnât.
Isn't That Sweet? (I Guess So) â Oh no! Why do your pantĂes keep disappearing? Well, maybe your hot roommate knows the answerâŚ
Haunting You â A bIoody trail of vampire attĂĄcks, a political marriage, and four suitors youâre forced to choose from - all haunting you. But none as much as the mysterious stranger that makes everything in you scream that you might just be fated for the very thing your kingdom is trying to escape from.
You'll Taste Me Too! â How do you last three days on a work trip with the man you hate the most in the office? You donât - you end up pinned underneath him, instead.
We Neva Play! â Turns out, the ârâ in rivals stands for âreally good sĂŠxâ when a mission becomes a little too hot to handle.
Something Stupid â Five times the strongest would rather dĂe than tell you he loves you, and the one time he almost does. Almost.
Animals â Yes, your best friend is secretly an alpha. Yes, he acts like a fĂşcking anĂmal when he rĂşts. No, you donât think youâll make it out alĂve. đť
Corpse Groom â Till dĂŠath do you partâŚor does it when a dĂŠathly error leads your newly-wedded husband to be from beyond the grĂĄve? đť
Initiation! â âJust a small initiation, nothing too serious.â Couldnât be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?
Like An Animal â Of course Toji doesnât want any more kids. Of course heâs lying as he stuffs your pretty cĂşnt full of his cĂşm for the third time tonight.
Whiskey, Neat, With a Side of You â When your date stands you up, youâre lucky that the hot bartender is more than happy to keep you company!Â
Everybody Knows That I'm a Good Girl, Officers... â You donât know whatâs faster - how fast you were speeding down the highway, or how fast youâre on your knees for the hot officers that just so happen to pull you over.
F*ck You! (Literally) â Of course, you hated your ex-husband. Of course, you found yourself in bed with him on your wedding anniversary.
Government Hooker â With the fame and glory of being an international popstar comes the inevitable threat of an overzealous stalker. You just didnât think that it would also come with a very sexy, buff bodyguard behind your every move.
Madam Zenin â Thereâs nothing that rouses Toji, the infamous head of the Zenin clan, nothing that will make him lose control - until they take whatâs most important to him. You.
Brooklyn Baby â Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades. Said Suguru doesnât want to fuck anyone else but you. He couldnât give less of a fuck if anyone walked in right now. In fact, a small part of him wishes someone would.
Initiation! â âJust a small initiation, nothing too serious.â Couldnât be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?
Golden Boy â Falling right back in love with the cult leader youâre supposed to kĂll? Happens more often than youâd think.
SCREEN QUEEN! â To see a movie or to make one? Four times Geto Suguru absolutely ruined you for the cameras, and the one time outside of them.
Welcome To The Itadori's! â Three times Choso really, really wanted to hold you without his family barging in, and the one time he actually does.Â
FIVE! â Five hours - itâs all it takes for Chosoâs baby fever to take over. After all, youâd look so pretty with his kid - five of them, in fact.
Great With Kids? (You Can Have Mine) â When your younger brother gets a new babysitter, only two questions linger on your mind: 1. How come your parents didnât trust you in charge? 2. How dare the sexy babysitter be so perfect - it made you want some attention too.
Freak On The Cam! â Choso always loved watching you - his pretty lilâ camgĂrl - from behind the screen. Who knew heâd love being on-screen with you even more?
Initiation! â âJust a small initiation, nothing too serious.â Couldnât be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?
A Million Dollar Baby! â Turns out, rent can be paid in much more than one way.
Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) â In which intentionally making your frĂend-with-benefĂts jealous ends up with more benefits than youâd think.
My Oh My â Trick or treat! The mean Ănmate in Room 6/9 doesnât want halloween candy - he wants something else much, much sweeter. đť
Exes who...
Love Is Blind
âShe My Best Friend, Yeah We Not a Couple.â
Wanna Do Bad Things To You
I Wanna Get Freaky On Camera
Lemme Ride, Baby!
Can I Fill You Up, Baby?
"Pull On It. Harder."
Little Heaven
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ááđ youâre only able to sleep with satoruâs fat cock stuffed in you â crybaby!reader
satoruâs got you tucked against his chest in the dark bedroom, legs tangled, your face buried in the crook of his neck while fat tears keep slipping down your cheeks. youâre still sniffling from earlierâsome stupid little thing that set you offâand now youâre all shaky and needy, clinging to him like heâs the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely.
âshh baby,â he whispers, voice soft and low, lips brushing your temple. one armâs wrapped tight around your waist, the other hand guiding his thick cock right up against your entrance. heâs already leaking, smearing precum over your folds, but he doesnât rush. just presses the fat head in slow, inch by inch, stretching your warm wet walls until you whimper into his skin.
âthere we go⌠take it all for me. yeah, just like that.â he sinks deeper, groaning quietly when your cunt flutters and sucks him in greedily. youâre so full it aches in the best way, that heavy stretch making fresh tears pool in your lashes. he bottoms out with a soft grunt, balls pressed snug to your ass, and stays perfectly still for a second so you can feel every throbbing vein, every pulse of him inside you.
your hips twitch, trying to grind, but he holds you firm. âno moving, crybaby. just keep me warm. let me stuff this pretty pussy full so you can sleep.â
you whine, high and pitiful, nails digging into his shoulders. âsatoru⌠âs too much⌠feels so deepâŚâ
âi know, sweet girl. i know.â he kisses the corner of your eye, licking away a tear. âbut you need it, donât you? need me stretching you open till you stop crying and drift off.â
he rocks just the tiniest bitâbarely an inch in and outâenough to make you gasp and clench hard around him, but not enough to build anything. just gentle, soothing rolls that keep you stuffed and full and fuzzy-headed. his hand slides down to cup your ass, keeping you pinned so you canât squirm away even if you wanted to.
âgood girl⌠feel how thick i am? splitting you so wide. gonna stay like this all night. my cockâs your pacifier tonight, yeah? suck on it with that greedy little cunt till you pass out.â
your sobs turn softer, breathier, turning into sleepy hiccups as the fullness lulls you. every time you start to tense he gives another slow grind, stirring his cock inside you until your eyes flutter and your grip on him loosens.
âthatâs it⌠cry all you want, baby. iâve got you. stuffed so full you canât think about anything else.â he presses a kiss to your wet cheek, voice dropping even lower. âsleep now. iâm not going anywhere. be a good girl and let go.â
your breathing evens out slow, lashes fluttering shut, tears drying on your cheeks while his cock throbs deep inside, warm and heavy and perfect. he doesnât move againâjust holds you close, buried to the hilt, letting your sleepy pussy milk him softly until youâre finally quiet, drifting off with him still filling every inch of you.

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Synopsis. Five times Gojo Satoru - the hottest k-pop idol right now - gets exposed for wanting you, his pretty, totally-not-girlfriend best friend. And the one time he gives them headlines to talk about.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, idol!Gojo, k-pop idol au, 5 + 1 things, best-friends-to-Iovers, PINING, dispatch, fandom shenanigans, lie detector tests, variety shows, ISAC, heâs SO down bad, matĂng presses, oraI (fem. rec.), spĂtting, chokĂng, p sIapping, Gojoâs tongue pĂercing, PĂSSYDRĂNK Gojo, manhandIing, semi-public, heâs BIG, tummy buIges, D slipping, running from it, bIindfolds, talking you through it, first times (Gojoâs), creampĂes, cĂşmplay, getting together, happy ending, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 11.8k
A/N. Guess whoâs back from the beach-each and watched Kpop Demon Hunters-
âAnd here we have the goddess, the myth, the-âÂ
It would take quite the feat to leave Gojo Satoru - self-proclaimed king of idols (debatable), world-class chatterbox (not debatable) - of all people gaping soundlessly at his screen.
For a second. Two. Three- before heâs sputtering at the blur of incoming comments, âO-oi! Donât you lilâ perverts think you can get away with flirting with my best friend.â Arms crossed, he nods seriously at his fanbase, âEven I donât get away with flirting with my be-â
âSatoru, theyâre about to cut the cameras.â
âA joke. Obviously.â Smooth. Ever-so-smooth, Gojoâs flashing a winning smile at his stern-faced manager behind the tripod.
It was hard enough to convince Yaga into letting you join his livestream, but as a near-veteran in the entertainment industry, Gojo knew how to handle a little slip-up like this. Heâs got this- âBecause I am definitely not in love with my best friend, and am definitely not held hostage to say this.â
â...â
âAâŚa joke?â
In mild concern, the two of you can only watch as stoic, composed Yaga lets out what sounded like a strangled sob. Before whispering to another PR manager on-site, âWrite a company statement.âÂ
âOi-â Gojo pipes up, âWhy would you need a company statement when Iâm perfectly- user Fushidaddy type another pick-up line and Iâm blocking you.â
The dark-haired man chokes through almost tears, âJust start writing already.â
You try to smooth things over from your seat right beside your best friend, this was not what youâd anticipated after Gojo had practically begged on his knees asking for you to join him in one of his Bubble lives. Then again, what else could you expect from anything to do with him? âAh, itâs alright. I donât mind-â
âI do.âÂ
Snowy brows furrowed, heâs leaning in closer to the camera to take in every traitorous word-Â
satorusxkitten: okay but guys think ab it!! heâs rlly talented but no actor so itâs okay if heâs ass at pretending to not be a simp!! can u blame him??
âBlocked.â
P1BANG: took a shot every time he stares at her thinking heâs slick now Iâm at the hospital (this live started 3 minutes ago)
âBlocked.â
Fushidaddy: Pretty girl, blink twice if youâre being held hostage x.
âBlocked and reported what the-â Gojo frowns glancing over at you from the corner of his eyes, (thinking heâs slick, thank you very much). Before catching the way you lean in dramatically to flutter your eyes- âDonât you dare blink.â
As youâre bursting into ribbing laughter, so are the sheer amount of comments asking about you- and he canât help but entertain the sneaking suspicion that his own viewers were here simply because of you.
At least, thatâs why he wouldâve kept watching.
Fushidaddy2: Put us out of this pining misery or end the live, kid.
âI thought I blocked you.â
âOkay then.â You clap your hands once to gain the roomâs attention, slightly worried about the blood vessel about to burst near Yagaâs temple. âSatoru, I think you brought me here to do a Q nâ A, right?â
âWell yesâŚâ Gojoâs grumbling underneath his breath - that was the initial plan, to finally introduce one of the most precious parts of him to the fandom.Â
He just didnât account for the possibility that everyone on the livestream would fall in love with you - when that was clearly supposed to be his job! âAlright- ask away, and no funny business. Iâm looking at you, user Fushidaddy.â
sugu-rizzed: Are you single?
âHow dare you-â
âYes. Yes, I am.â Youâre nudging the towering man right next to you, subtly moving his hand off of that treacherous block button. âLighten up, Satoruââ
âYes, maâam. Correct, maâam.â
What a sight it was.Â
Honestly, youâre sure you hear at least several management staff gasp at just how easily youâd shut up their arguable star. Being the center of one of the fastest bands to sky-rocket into the k-pop world hadnât made it any easier for an agent to pose authority over Gojo Satoru - Yaga was barely hanging on by a thread and he submitted at least a few resignation letters every week.
Once the on-set whispers break out, youâre squirming in your seat. Rattling off yet another question-
ge.akuge: what do you think about the allegations of him wearing wigs?
âWell-â
âBlocked.â
KunaLuvrr: does he wear wigs?
stanjutsu: will he wear wigs?
Fushidaddy3: Yâknow I donât wear wigs, baby, x.Â
âI-â
âYou- blocked.â
haibarabias: Did u know he was yapping about you non-stop on the last live?
Youâre blinking in slight surprise, turning to Gojo - whoâd now stuffed himself into his oversized designer hoodie until you could only make out the tips of his ears. His bright, burning red ears. âReally?â Turning to the feverishly nodding staff at his silence, âReally?â
One of the fresh-faced interns in charge of lighting tries to hold back a squeal, âY-yeah! We tried to keep a tally of your name to edit on-screen but it went intoâŚthe tripleâŚdigits- eep!â
âE-hem.â Gojo cuts the newbie off with a slight glare, snitches. The whole lot. âI was just talking to them about what a boor you are and to be prepared-â
realistic.one: liar, you were giggling and kicking your feet the whole time-
â-which you would have known if you actually watched me.â Finishing off with relish, heâs mockingly glowering down at you. The perfect vision of a neglected best friend - if it wasnât for the way that he was flushed all the way from his cheeks to the back of his neck, that is.Â
And then your fingerpads reach out to pat the silky crown of his bangs, soothingly. âI do watch you, Toru. I must have missed that stream, sorry about that.â
He melts. And thereâs tens of thousands to watch him.
âY-yeah?â Gojoâs briefly snapping a scowl at the screen, already knowing that this particular clip of his voice breaking would be making rounds on the internet tomorrow. Crossing his arms with a huff, he acts like he isnât nuzzling his head even closer for you to caress, âTch, you make a shitty best friend, my star.â
Somewhere across the room, Yaga puts his head in his hands and sighs.Â
sugu-rizzed: My star?? Guys is heâŚ
CandyKento: that moment when you highkey ship them but realize bro has no game
sunflowerboy: Gojo-san fighting!!
Fushidaddy7: I could treat you better, girl x.Â
torutoaster: wonder what her type is from our boys^^
Itâs as if the room itself had hiked a few degrees in temperature, and youâre darting your eyes away from Gojoâs burning ones. From the staff that was snickering behind their hands, giving you knowing looks.Â
Instead, choosing to distract yourself by answering that last questionâ âHmm, my ideal type from Six Eyes, huh?â
âHah- what a silly little question.â Your best friend cocks his head with a smirk, âWhy- tell âem, my star. Who else has the visuals? The dance moves? The charisma? Of course, itâs-â
âSuguru.â You smile innocently, whilst the flashy idol next to you crumbles. âHeâs such a sweetheart.â
returnofP1BANG: five more shots for that wet cat look he gave her
Fushidaddy9: Ouch (lol).
sugu-rizzed: F in the chat
CandyKento: f
sunflowerboy: F
Fushidaddy10: F
ge.akuge: F
âTch- childish.â Gojo scoffs at the wave of that same letter flooding his comment section, heâs counting about twentyâŚbefore typing his own âFâ in there.Â
Immediately reinvigorated, heâs stabbing a determined finger in the air. âBut- but I have something that none of yâall and that stinky Suguru doesnât have-â And it takes every ounce of will, every shred of shamelessness in his body to wrap two strong arms around you and crash you to his broad chest. Emulating all those hours heâs spent watching k-dramas with you, Gojoâs barking out. â-sheâs mine!â
Fushidaddy14: Yeah. Your best friend. LMAO.
âBlocked-â
Masamichi Yaga handed in yet another resignation letter that very same night.
Which was likely why the livestream didnât last too long after that little catastrophe- and itâs about a few hours later once youâd safely made it home with excuses of work the next day, and Gojo was lying wide awake on his phone, that it happens.
It is sent to him, by none other than Geto - the most unthinkable, unspeakable link to a fan-made YouTube video aptly titled â100 Gojo Satorus vs. trying not to make a fool of himself in front of his baddie best friend challenge (failed)â
Edited and clipping every single moment heâd completely nâ utterly destroyed his cool idol façade during the brief live. Every (fine, not-so-slick) glance your way, every blush, every voice crack.
Fuck.
In two seconds heâs sending Geto a paragraph of middle finger emojis, and in one heâs slowly downloading the videoâŚfor research purposes.Â
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As a celebrity hair stylist, Miwa Kasumi had never felt that she wasnât paid enough - after all, nearly unlimited contact with her favorite idols and she gets to see her work come to life on stage? What could go wrong?
WellâŚsheâs feeling her weary eyelid twitch just about the twelfth time she hears the same repeated meme audio blaring from Gojo Satoruâs phone.Â
Headphone-less. On full volume.Â
All on the set of one of the most important comeback shoots of this year, the much-anticipated music video for their single âBlue.â Penned by none other than the giggling idiot that was her client.Â
And it was only considering all her years of professionalism that she didnât whack the phone out of his hands the way sheâs been dying to for the past hour. âGojo-san, you are quite the fan of that video, hm?â
Subtle cues- subtle cues!
But Gojo was never one for subtle cues, as she has the misfortune of learning. And he only blinks up from his padded seat in front of her, âHuh? Oh yes-â In fact, increasing the volume of the dramatically edited fan video - one of those crack compilations she had the guilty pleasure of watching before bed sometimes.Â
But Gojo didnât seem to be watching for the laughs, his twinkling sapphire eyes were only locked on one thing on-screen - you.Â
Sighing at a short clip of you from the livestream a few days ago, grimacing at one of his bragging monologues. Giggling, he zooms in on you- âIsnât she gorgeousâ?â
âO-oh!â Now, introductions and love for artistry might be two of the main perks of working in such close proximity to idols - but who could forget the gossip. Immediately perking up, sheâs setting down one of the curlers and working on fluffing up Gojoâs ethereal white hair for the camera. âGirlfriend, Gojo-san?â
âNot at all.â Dreamily, heâs taking a blatant screenshot of the zoomed-in visual of your face. A man in heaven. âNot. At. All.â
Huh? Maybe all celebrities were just eccentric. What was that one saying about never meeting your heroes?Â
Well, it seems that the universe decided that Miwa hadnât learned enough of her lesson just yet- which is why sheâs startled by the swooshâ! of curtains being drawn back in the dressing room, and the heavy footsteps of none other than Gojoâs bandmates.Â
Who could mistake them?
Geto Suguru, long inky hair tied back, slow strides almost predatory, is the first to reach the two - one of them shivering in rapt excitement, the other glued to his phone. âOi- Satoru, they want you for your solo shot.â
Gojo grunts noncommittally, hands gripping his phone. âHm-â
Irritation gripping the otherâs tone, his best friend taps his feet. âSatoru.â
âMm.â
âSatoru.âÂ
ââŚâ
âYou little-âÂ
Itâs a damn miracle that the thin glass of Gojoâs phone screen doesnât crack with how swiftly Getoâs snatching it from the otherâs hands. Only to get a glimpse of the screen and have his mouth drop.
âSatoruâŚâÂ
ââŚSuguru.â
Pierced brows furrowing, Adamâs apple bobbing with a guffaw at the blatant screenshot of you displayed. Clearly taken from that one compilation video that he had sent the link to a few days ago. Their center gulps. âSatoru, whatâŚtheâŚf-â
âGojo-san! Gojo-sanâ!â
The youngest - Haibaraâs - sweet, sing-song voice dips through the tense dressing room as he stumbles in - all sunny smiles and the cutest bowl cut. Followed excruciatingly closely by a cameraman recording behind-the-scenes content, âKento and I are done, so Director Shoko wants you on set now or she said sheâll do some violent things that canât be said on camera~â
âOf course, of courseâ you should go, you strange little lecher- I mean, Satoru.â Geto waves the other over, âCâmere Yu, let your elder show you a little something.â
Gojo blanches, âNo-â
âOh? What is itâ?â
Gripping onto Getoâs jacket, âNo.â
Careful of the rolling camera, heâs mercilessly sidling up to the other and flashing the latest addition to Gojoâs photo album - that soft, slightly blurry screenshot of you. Simply smiling. âOh.â
ââOhâ is right.â Getoâs smizing out such a cat-like grin at the camera- this was sure to have the internet talking. Maybe even screaming. And as the staff with the lens steps closer in curiosity, heâs swiftly covering the screen, âLetâs just say our Satoru is ah- quite the fan of our cute little fansâ creations.â
Haibara titters, âEnough that itâs filling up his phone storage-â Catching Gojoâs groan, ready to jump out of his seat- âAh, my apologies, Gojo-san~â
Geto nods, âNo no, heâs right.â
âHeâs not.â
âI am?â
âAnd remember, kidsââ The pierced man calls out, finger hovering over the glaring screen of the phone.Â
Gojo gasps- âNo-â Realizing. Shooting to his feet. âNo no no-â
Registering the way his other best friend was giving particular attention to that bright, burning DELETE button. â-always help your friends in need.â
The scream that Gojo Satoru, most polished idol of the 21st century, lets off is devastated.Â
Enough that the cameraman - watching each interaction like a hawk - jumps, enough that even ruthless Geto Suguru himself feels a semblance of slight regret. Almost turning his thumb over to click on the recycle bin before Gojo can cry himself hoarse- until heâs scrolling just an inch - an inch - along the full camera roll and findingâŚmoreâŚscreenshots?
About 75,328 in his album, to be exact. Of you.Â
He looks at Gojo Satoru - knees cradled in such a pitiful fetal position on the floor, whimpering at the loss of his prized screenshot. And he looks at the 75,328 screenshots. He looks back at Gojo. Then at the screenshots, all 75,328.
Then back at Gojo.
And Geto doesnât even feel bad about the good kick heâs planting on the otherâs back, âGet out.â
If the dressing room was a hellhole made to ruin Gojoâs life - Geto being the devil incarnate, of course - then being on set wasnât any better.Â
The long lens of Shokoâs famed camera stares him down like it knew exactly how he was acting minutes prior, and any false façade of coolness would easily break through.Â
âUghâŚâ Shokoâs crinkling her nose in slight distaste at the footage playing on her screen, motioning for the rest of the crew to start putting each prop back in place for a reshoot.Â
Make-up airy, white bandages haphazardly falling from his eyes, surrounded by sparkling ivory decorations of stars; it was supposed to be something on theme with the song, something romantic, something that didnât make her want to hack up her coffee in a bad way.
But she could feel her stomach churning already. Leveling a glare at Gojo thatâs enough to make the much-taller man flinch- âYou- if you canât do the sparkly idol thing, just try looking at the camera and smiling. Itâs all we need for the solo shot today.â Tapping her camera, âLook at the lens like youâd look at a lover.â
Voice octaves higher, âA-a lover?âÂ
His dignity was scarred!Â
âYou got this, Gojo-san! Twentieth tryâs the charmâ!â Haibaraâs voice echoes. âAh- or was this the thirtiethâŚsomewhere along the line I lost count.â
âThirty-seventh.â Nanami helpfully supplies.
His reputation as a reliable elder ruined!
âSatoru, good luck! Geto called me- I donât know why but um, good luck!â
He didnât call himself the king of idols for nothing!
In a split-second, Gojo perks at the slightly-metallic sound of your voice through the other end of the line. Breath hitched, flashing irises widened- it doesnât take him even a nanosecond to snap his head towards where Geto was holding his phone up for the sound to project.
Your name flashing on the caller ID, Getoâs smile priggish at the reaction wrenched out of his best friend.Â
And Gojo canât help but let the mere sound of your voice make him smileâ
âThere we go- thatâs the shot! Thatâs the shot.â
The music video is edited and uploaded only a few weeks later, that behind-the-scenes following hastily afterwards.Â
It was a hit, of course, as every management and billboard had already predicted it would be. But what was unpredictable were the eagle-eyed comments-
SIX EYES - âBLUEâ MV
torutoaster: KYAAA THEY REALLY FED US LOOK AT HOW OUR TORU AND SUGU LOOOKKK
ryomichael: not even a satoru bias butâŚwowâŚhis visualsâŚthe way he looked at the camera made my heart just goâŚwow
zbstan: stream this song (and esp Gojoâs bridge) for clear skin guys!!
SIX EYES - âBLUEâ MV Behind [All]
getosuggs: Geto and Haibara giggling at Gojoâs phone screenâŚwonder what they were looking atâŚ
torutoaster: wonder why the filming of toruâs solo shot was muted?? strange but as long as we get more content of my bias oh well^^
sugu-rizzed: @torutoaster I think because they were on a call? Oooo imagine if it was Gojoâs best friend from the livestreamâŚ
mahitoe: @sugu-rizzed smh delulu shippers
zbstan: @mahitoe STFU look at that caller ID ik they tried to blur it but like there was an anonymous hair stylist on set who said it was so GUYS IT COULD BE-
Fushidaddy17: I wouldâve had no problem looking cool for her aha x.
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âTakada-chan! Takada-ch-AAAAAANâ!â
Honestly, what a woman to be able to smile politely in the face of a big, beefy high schooler ripping his shirt off from the stands of the stadium. The Idol Star Athletics Championships were always quite rambunctious considering the star-studded players, especially this year.Â
All lined up in their groups, donning flashy colored tracksuits.Â
And as the boy starts crying, Geto wincesâlooking back at their own section of fans invited to attend the annual celebrity sports tournament. Some squealing at the feeling of Getoâs stare, some waving banners hysterically - but thank goodness that none were as bad as-
âMY STAAAARâ!â
Geto takes that back very quickly.
Deadpan, exhausted- the leader of Six Eyes is turning to stare down their infamous center, the exact one whoâd been hogging every headline for the past few weeks for his exact antics with you. âSatoruâŚwhat are you doing?â
Ignoring him for your figure seated at the very front rowââMY STAR, YOU BETTER CHEER FOR ME.â You pretend not to hear him as he waves frantically, and Geto reaches over to tug Gojo back in line. âOi- OIII, DONâT LOOK AT NANAMI LOOK AT ME!â
On second thought, he backs away into another groupâs line.Â
You werenât the only one looking at him now- so were the announcers. Seasoned entertainers whoâve probably never seen a scene in all their years, âAaaand over in this row we have Six Eyes. Their center - that Gojo boy - seems to be a little preoccupied, no?â
âWith the girl? Oh, when is he not? Have you seen the clips from that livestream?â
âAhhâyou know my wife showed me and-â Seemingly catching the eye of whatever higher-up, or maybe the way that Yaga was swooning in his bench as if he was about to faint right then and there. âEhem- anyways, welcome all to this yearâs The Idol Star Athletics Championshipsâ!â
It goes off without a hitch.Â
Well, as much as it could with Gojo Satoru being in attendance.Â
Which meant having to wrangle him back by the scruff of his neck every time he meandered off to the shrieking stands to ask you to pet his tired head - âfor good luck.â
Which meant having him blow kisses to the stands suspiciously near you as he dribbled expertly during the basketball event, their team tied with yet another idol group.
With only a few seconds on the clock, every eye glued to his sprinting figure - breath stilling just as soon as he does near the netted hoop. Gojo had jumped, and pointed straight at your figureââThis oneâs for my star.â
Before he swung.Â
AndâŚ
âŚmissed.
But that was all water under the bridge.
It didnât matter that it was a failure recorded in 4K on hundreds of cameras, it didnât matter that youâd been the one laughing the most while watching his precious shot completely miss the hoop and bounce sadly on the floor.Â
It didnât matter that his ears were still burning red from embarrassment by the last leg of the tournament - the track-and-field events.Â
Geto had already won the gold medal in archery, Haibara with silver in football, and even woe-is-me Nanami had snagged a silver in fencing.Â
And this time, this yearâs new addition - one of those borrowed item races youâd play in middle school, those ones where heâd have to run to a box and pick out something silly to bring over the finish line - was about to be his turn.Â
âReadyâŚâ
Gojoâs steadying into position, making sure his back flexed just right so that youâd be able to see from the stands. And if the way that Nanami sighed was anything to go by then it was working, right?Â
âSetâŚâ
Azure eyes locked on the small wooden box that loomed a few yards in front of him.
âGo!â
Itâs a blur- one moment his expensive designer sneakers touch the ground, and the next heâs one of the first idols to run over to the box. Fighting to stick his hand inside, Gojoâs sure he elbows someoneâs dolled-up face to grab the first slip of paper he can.Â
Tugging it out with a grin, the neat typing stares back at him mockinglyââSomeone you love.â
Fuck.
Why did it have to be this one?
The announcerâs booming baritone breaks through- âWhatâs this? Six Eyesâ Gojo seems to have stalled? What could that paper say?â
âRun!â Getoâs voice calls over the chaos of countless other artists bee-lining towards their own missions, their own âitem.â Heâs waving at Gojo impatiently, âRun, you fool-âÂ
âGojo-san, you got thisâ!â
In a confused hurry, heâs darting a look down at the staff manning the box - some older, dryly deadpan man who merely takes a peek at his slip of paper and gives a thumbs up. And Gojo could have sworn he smirks.
Well.
âOh- oh, heâs running.â Both hosts gripping onto the edges of their tables, âThe legs on that boy- Gojo Satoru is overtaking his peers easily- ah, we promise weâre not biased.â
Yaga and the rest of his overworked PR team would have to forgive Gojo for this later- but his legs are turning towards your direction in an instant, just as they always have. Running. Sprinting.Â
âGojo- Gojo! Is it true you two eloped?â
âAn insider source is saying that your best friend was present on-set of Blue- any comment?â
âAre you two dating?â
Itâs like heâs running through a tunnel where the only thing he can see is you at the end. Announcersâ voices cotton in his mind- âOh, we think we know where this is going, ladies and gentlemen.â The only voice his popped ears can hear are yours-
âS-Satoruâ!â Youâre shrieking, nearly as loud as the throng of fans and cameras surrounding you. Clawing down his beefy upper bicep as your best friend leans his long torso over the barrier of the stands and throws you into an easy princess carry, âAre you crazy-â
âNah, weâre gonna win, my star.â He has his arms steady, jaw clicking - and you canât help but feel his strength thrum gently in his arms. Those lucky to be near enough for the entire ordeal would later claim to tabloids that theyâd never seen Gojo Satoru this serious.
ThisâŚresponsible when heâs carefully striding with you in his hold - an easy first place running past the finish line.Â
Stars in his eyes, mouth turned up into a smile that twitched when he gazed down at your own. Wantingly.Â
But he only hugged you in thanks, and took your half-joking swats with a smile.Â
They couldnât quite blatantly show the cameras what Gojoâs little paper had required him to bring, but you got to keep Gojoâs gold medal after the tournament - it was always meant for you, anyway.
And he gets an earful from Yaga, Geto, Haibara (though that was more grumbling about why those last two werenât the ones carried like a pretty princess instead), and a few articles speculating your relationship, and a Twitter timeline having a complete meltdown over clips of his race.Â
A video of those particular few seconds with you in his arms racked up a solid few million views in only a few hours since it was posted- but honestly, one million of those views might just be from him alone.
@torutoaster: THE WAYYYY HE CARRIED HER OMG- GOD I SEE WHAT YOUâVE DONE FOR OTHERS-
@CandyKento: did anyone watch the isacs? no but i am soooo curious what gojoâs item was-
@chorusito replying to @CandyKento: no but to bring his ehem ehem- âbest friendâ it has to be something scandalous right~
@CandyKento replying to @chorusito: right??
@mahitoe replying to @chorusito: lmfao idols canât date. you guys cant handle anything it was obvs just a friend or something. delulu.Â
@sugurusshampoobottle replying to @mahitoe: FIGHT ME.
@satorusxkitten: gojo and getoâs arms are so big!! fuck!!Â
@sugu-rizzed: That staff-member manning the box saw what the paper said oh what I would pay to knowâŚ
@fiendingforsixeyes: AHHHH I BET IT WAS SOMETHING OR SMTH HE LOVED IK U GOJO U LOVERBOY
@Fushidaddy33: She wouldâve looked better in my arms tbhâŚ
Gojo reports that last account.
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âSo, who do you think is the cutest from Six Eyes?â
âMe.â
âAnd who do you think is the best dancer?â
âMe.â
âThe most romantic?â
âAhâŚâ Regular interviews could be tedious - but an interview with a lie detector strapped to you somehow surpassed even the ninth chamber of hell. And Gojo thinks that anyone would shrink under the beady, unwavering gaze of the hostess interrogating- ah, interviewing him right now.
Not a hair out of place, not a lie she wouldnât be able to catch.
Damn that management for signing him up for one of those lie detection interviews - part of him already felt that this was punishment for rejecting Yagaâs seventh resignation letter since the chaos of the Idol Star Athletics Championships.
And damn Geto for goading him into going first.
The rest of the group watch leisurely from their comfort of a sofa away from the spotlight - thankfully lie detector-less for now - tittering as their bandmate cowers. Gulping through a slightly-wobbly grin, âMe. Iâm the most romantic.â
Nodding as the polygraph examiner gives the thumbs up for truth.
âNot quite humble, but quite honest arenât you, Mister Gojo?â
Gojoâs cracking his neck in his uncomfortable seat, the sooner he can get this over with, the better. Still strapped with leather buckles, âI think youâll find that Iâm very honest about things I truly feel.â
Geto sputters through faux coughs- âPfftâ Liar.â
Nanami looks away- murmuring just loud enough for the microphone to pick up, âEhemâŚfibber.â
And Haibara? Haibara merely snaps his fingers in realization- âAaaahâ! I see, theyâre calling you a âliarâ, Gojo-san, because you arenât honest about your feelings towards-â
âAh ah!â He tries to make a motion to shut up, but only ends up rocking the chair from side-to-side. And Gojo already knew he was done for the very second heâs catching the hostessâs eyes gleam at this juicy morsel of information.
âWell, I actually did haveâŚâ Trailing off, sheâs shuffling through her pack of pre-written questions. Painted nails fingering one at the very back that she seemed to have stowed away for when the interviews took a particular turn, she clears her throat. Saying your name-
âImpressively high heart rate.â The examiner drones out, bushy brows raising at what his screen flashed. Just from hearing your name.
As his self-proclaimed friends cackle - those traitors - the hostess shows off her pearly smile, âMister Gojo, is it true that sheâs your best friend?â
Gojo shifts slightly, âVery true.â Truth.
âAnd she is very beautiful- correct?â
âVery true.â Truth.
âAnd smart?â
âVery true-â Truth.
âAnd youâre in love with her?â
âVery tr-â He gasps, âWait no-â
To which the older lady cocks her head in genuine confusion, âDespite all the shipping- well, itâs all everyoneâs been talking about online these days- youâve never done anything? You donât have feelings for her, young man?â
âNâŚno.âÂ
Geto raises his hand in a split-second, almost as if he was some model student in a classroom. âYouâre mistaken, my lady, he doesnât have feelings for her. He has a lot of feelings for her-â
âSuguru!â
The final nail on Gojoâs coffin might just have been the way the polygraph examiner tries - and fails - to keep a largely neutral face. Instead raising his fist in the air, into a blatant thumbs down, next word tinged in amusement. âLie.â
Gojo fights against the belts tied to his wrist, monitoring his heartbeat, his deception. âItâs faulty, I tell you- faulty. Did you know that polygraphs are actually only 80% accurate andââ
âSo you honestly wouldnât mind if your best friend showed up with a fresh new boyfriend to introduce to you?â
â-I would rather die.â
Itâs silence.
Gojo basking in the shock of what heâd just blurted out, everyone else squinting at the overtly clear thumbs up that the examiner was gesturing. A truth. Trying to see whether it would change shape whether they stared hard enough.
Clearing her throat, their seasoned hostess is the first to speak- âAh- well, that was certainly, um.â Shuffling her cards, she stares at the rest of Six Eyes in bewilderment and they stare in bewilderment right back.Â
Muttering, âI wish my husband was more like that- anyways.â She leans in close to Gojo, âSo if I showed youâŚâ Waving her hand at a few of the tech specialists in charge of the projector behind him, â-this picture with a particular known tattoo artist?â
It wasnât even a question.
And a damn good thing it wasnât, because as soon as the screen behind Gojo lights up with a paparazzi shot - one of you, from years and years ago when you were dating that damn tch- asshole Ryomen Sukuna. All bathed in the light of the city at night, pretty hands in his, smile blinding - oh-so-gorgeous that he feels his heart stop.
Literally.
Thereâs a slight, sharp beeeeepâ! that emanates from the lie detectorâ
Geto stands, âSatoru, what-â
âGojo-san, are you okay-â
âI know CPR.â Hell, even Nanami was looking on with some degree of concern, âBut I wouldnât do it on you, no offense.â
As the examiner fiddles with his contraption, the hostess is the one to wonder whether she should call over the medical personnel in the studio. Reaching over her lilâ interrogation table to tap Gojoâs pale hand lightly- âU-uh, Mister Gojo-â
Gojo gasps- âHuh? Oh yeah-âÂ
The steady rhythm of his pulse beeps once more on the monitor, albeit it slightly faster than before after heâs setting his eyes on you. After his poor, pathetic heart had skipped a beat just at the mere sight of you.Â
âHeâs ruining the picture.â Gojoâs nose bridge wrinkles, gaze straying back to your smile the way an anchor follows a ship to see. No matter how far and deep they may go. The examiner signs out âtruthâ as the other man continues, âCan you crop the buffoon out and give me five printed copies of that photo, please?â
âEh?â
âEh?â
âGojo-san, eh?â
Nanami rubs his aching temples, âThis is why Iâd never give him CPR.â
That particular episode easily became one of the most watched of the season.Â
Six Eyesâ Gojo Satoru Takes a Lie Detector Test | Heart-stopping Revelations!
torutoaster: WHAT THE FUCK WHEN THEY SAID HEART-STOPPING THEY MEANT IT FRFR-
eathaibara: the pure aura to have your heartbeat stop then the first thing you do is simp over your girl.
100menvsmpreg: @eathaibara wait so are they actually dating?
fluffykento: @100menvsmpreg worse
jennyk10: @100menvsmpreg I meannn-
ButterSixKpop: Need me a real freak like this.
CandyKento: kento is so real ngl
getosuggs: @CandyKento the only thing we love more than satoru is bullying satoru
fiendingforsixeyes: LMAO GUYS HAVE YOU SEEN THAT PERSON GOINâ ON RANTS UNDER SUKUNAâS INSTA-
Gojo didnât read these comments, unfortunately, or see any of the edits they were making of him on tiktok. He was too busy spamming comments of his own on Sukunaâs official instagram.Â
Very colorfully-worded ones.Â
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âWhatâs your name?â
âGojo da strongest.â
âWhat are you drawing?â
âA star.â
For an eight-year-old, Gojo thinks you had the most pensive expression on your face after that particular answer. Brows scrunched cutely, and your tongue sticking slightly between missing teeth- and it was alright, Gojo wasnât a stranger to the staring.
He knew how to handle all the cooing from aunties at the marketplace, he was used to all the praises for being the fastest kid in all of primary school.Â
So surely the great, wise, nine-year-old Gojo Satoru could give a fellow classmate as much time as you needed to muster up the very best compliment-
âItâs kinda ugly.â
âWha- huh?â How dare you- Gojoâs pouting, snowy brows scrunching until youâre giggling. âMy star is not ugly.â Sticking a thumb proudly between his puffed-up chest, âAnd I should know because Iâm going to be a star.â
Youâre nodding, seriously. âMm, thatâs good.âÂ
And that makes him falter- just a bit, because true superstars never falter. âY-you think so?â Okay, maybe they falter a bit. But in Gojoâs defense, no one had ever taken his little daydream so seriously, âYou donât think itâs stupid? That I canât go up on stage?â
âNo, why would it be?â Oh. Youâre tapping his smudged crayon drawing, âBut thatâs still an ugly star.â
Stomping, âIs not.â
âIs too.â
âIsâŚâ He looks at you - in all you sparkly humor - then back at his fifteen-pointed star. He looks at you, then back at his brown-colored star for âartistic purposes.â He looks at you, then back at his star with a spotty face on it because it reminded him of Patrick Star. He looks at you and-
âFineâŚâ
âLet me teach you how to draw an actual star.â Youâre stumbling over your words a little, and it offends the great Gojo Satoru that he should be taught by such a child like you, a year younger.Â
But he does have to admit that you drew pretty nice stars.Â
Crossing his arms with a pout, âFine then- teach me how to draw stars-â And the grin breaking your tiny face was too bright, too pretty. Suddenly the classroom is too humid, and heâs scrambling for something - anything - to throw back in your face. â-star.â
ââStarâ, huh?â But you only smile, âI like that.â
Only to have it thrown back in his.Â
In a way heâs remembering nearly two decades later, your hand in his, your mouth near his earpiece. Quieter than the producers screaming in his ears, but louder than his very own racing heartbeat.
âTake it easy, Satoru.â Youâre humming, over the velvety-smooth voice of the MAMA award announcer. The one that was ecstatically saying the name of the very band that Gojo might just have forgotten he was a part of the moment your hands wound âround him.Â
You lift up his dark blindfold, part of his outfit for the day. âGo up, you fool.â
It wasnât every day that Six Eyes won a MAMA grand prize, and it also wasnât every day that the best friend heâd begged to be let in as the groupâs honorary plus one (also the very same best friend heâd been in love with since he knew what love was) was in his arms like this.
But youâd been in them when after heâd drawn the first star all those years back that youâd deemed âacceptable.â Youâd been in them when he decided to take up dancing lessons in middle school, waiting all those hours after dark to walk back home with him. Youâd been in them when he entered high school and told you heâd be a trainee slaving the days away in some dingy company basement. Youâd been in them even tighter when they debuted.Â
And youâd been in them the very second their name had been announced as artist of the year.
In front of all those cameras. All those gasping audiences.
And Geto who thumps him heartily on the back, âGet a room later, lovebirds- if Yaga doesnât kill you that is.â
âCome on, Gojo-san, we have to go up for our awardâ!â
Nanami flashes you what you swear was a slight smile, âI am happy for you.â Before frowning at a shining-eyed Gojo, âNot quite for you, though.â
âAww Nanamin, you love me~â
âO-kaaay-â Once the 6â4 mess of limbs had finally set you free, Geto was pushing them all to climb up the stage. In time with the blasting background music of their very own Blue, âLetâs have the aneurysms when weâre on stage.â
But what Gojo had on-stage wasnât anything to make Yaga wish to retire, or to have Nanamiâs pounding migraine throb harder. It was a single, sliding tear - and if the lights glaring down on them were bright enough that no one could tell for sure, then all was well with him.
âTo our fans, our family-â Gojoâs starting off into the mic in the middle, deep tone dry and hoarse, metal award cool in his hands. Heâs looking at you. â-and my star, this oneâs for you.â
Itâs all.Â
And later theyâd write articles about the hug, the speech, and what it means that youâre his âstarâ - but for now, that was for Gojo to know. And for him to step away from the booming mic, letting Geto take his place with much more eloquent words; knowing that in future interviews theyâd joke about all the speeches that they had planned.
That Gojo had planned in particular, but nothing came out just right.Â
Later, he would also wonder why he waited so long - when you were always there in the audience, clapping louder as if it was just for him.Â
And your best friend mouthsâall bedazzled in his dangling earrings, white suit starkly handsome. âMeet me after the show.â
That very same clip is made into a gif that gets replayed about twelve million times before the award show actually ends.Â
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âO-oh fuck-â Your tongue lolls out until itâs hitting midway down your chin, mouth watering with every curly swipe nâ prod of Gojoâs tastebuds.Â
His nose hits the edge of your treacly cunt and he whines, watchinâ the cute way your pupils roll allll the way to the back. The front of your chest polishing with a few wads of saliva that he canât lick up right now- no.
Not when his mouth was already so occupied.
All it took was a single step - a single step - inside Gojoâs personal dressing room after the MAMAs, before heâd crashed your lips against his in a way heâd just been dying to do.
Folding you easily over the armrest of the fluffy pink sofa, door locked, sparkly dress hiked up. Gojo hadnât even bothered to take off your flimsy panties before heâd started making out with your sweet, sweet pussy from behind.
Lavishing his tongue between the crevices of your cunt like he was a man parched- âFuck, my star.â With your underwear just pushed to the side and his throat vibrating with a guttural groan once heâs feeling your tight, cozy hole clench âround his tastebuds.âFuck- sâall I want-â
âA-are you seriously- nghâ!â And you couldnât believe anything your hazed mind was telling you right now - not of those familiar lyrics, and not of the smooth, frigid brush of something metallic studding just the end of Gojoâs tongue. â-quoting your song right now?â
âMmmâ canât help it. Wrote it just for you yâknowâŚâ Voice just a bit hitched, just a bit raspy.Â
There was something in it that made you oh-so-much wetter, and Gojoâs summer blue eyes flash as heâs taking in the sappy slick gluing your shivering thighs together.Â
âSh-shit.â Gurgling out the candied taste of you, you were dripping all down his tongue. Heâs pulling you close with a hand stuck on your hip, letting your slick splash at the bottom of his throat- and it still wasnât enough.Â
âShit, my star.â His usual lip gloss smeared all over your pussy, Gojo takes the time to lean in and lick it all clean off. Before pursing his lips to once more spitââShit-â
He didnât know what to say.
Your pretty pussy had him speechless, and itâs a damn miracle that heâs not tearing that suit off of his body. Stained all down the front with a snail-trail of your sappy juices-
âNeed- this-â Once his heavy fabric strikes the floor, Gojoâs inching even closer in his kneeling position. Thick fingers slide-slide-sliiiiding teasingly between your swollen folds, before tugging on your poor panties. â-off.â
Ripping.
And his little prize is now finding a home somewhere inside his pocket for later, but right now Gojo has to stop himself from fucking salivating as youâre exposed for him.
It takes one kiss before he pants- âOh my god.âÂ
And another- âO-oh fuck- oh my god.â
Fully shoving his face between your legs and letting you shiver at the feeling of his bejewelled earrings. That sunken in.Â
Flattened tongue slapping down between your driveling slit, Gojo takes his agonizing time lapping up every inch nâ cranny you have. âMy starââ Humming almost drunkenly, his pointed muscle swerves between the insides of your pussylips.Â
âF-fuuuckâ!â Just where you were most sensitive, Gojo lets the stubbed piercing on his tongue slip inside your hole and streeeeetch you out. Slipping out to draw a wet, sickly sweet starâ âSince when did you have a- nghh- a tongue piercing, Toru?â
The first answer youâre getting is a sharp swat on your pussy, âMmm- ever since you dated that fucking bastard with a tongue piercing.â Sukuna. Gojo croons out, more honest than he wouldâve usually been. âNever put it in butâŚI got it because I thought it was your hah- type.â
Another smack!
Another squeezing inch of his pierced tongue trying to fuck into your entrance, heâs impatient. Heâs throbbing in his pants with every tiny clench of your gooey insides, âGot buffer, too- cooler.â
âOh myâŚgod- your tongue, itâs- hck! going in-â Crying out through whines.
âWrote so many songs for you, my starââ Heâs drawling out, and you can feel the scorching breeze of his hot breath. The way that Gojoâs parting his lips even wider to let his tongue glue against your cunt, grinding all the way inside- âWell- heh- not for her, butâŚâ
Youâre still hypnotized by the sensual massage of his ridged taste buds rubbinâ across the front of your dripping pussy.Â
So much so that the lecherous sluuuurpâ! drawn out into the claggy air almost shocks you. Your cuntâs letting off the most sexual noises once Gojoâs dragging up a hand to tease your wet clit. â-but Iâll write a song for her as well.â
His metal rings are just sparkling with coats of slick, and your best friend doesnât waste even a second latching onto your sensitive nub. Dexterous fingers drawing cute circles over and over that have your hips lurching off of the sofa-Â
âPlease- ngh- pleeease-â Your head throws backwards, legs already starting to quake at the utter pressure of having his fingers on your clit. Tongue inside your pussy.Â
So lengthy that the slimy tip of it mazes between your walls, and Gojoâs purposefully stirrinâ around your insides with the icy edge of his piercing. Chin rubbing all red with friction as heâs leaning in even closer to dig the muscle of his tongue into your sweetest spots, âYeah- yeah nâ Iâll have her sing-â Another hand this time, another finger - pushinâ deeply inside you. And the syrupy sound is enough to make him close in on the side of the couch and rut- â-leadâŚh-heh.â
And if you thought being fucked into the cushy surface by Gojoâs tongue was making your head spin, then youâre being driven positively mad by the wild lashes of his fingertips.Â
Two ringed fingers fighting for space right along with his sticky tongue, Gojo glues the thick crowns of his digits to the top of your g-spot and watches as you shrill. âAll the reading paid off, hmmâ?â
âY-you read about this?â Youâre blinking through your tears, mouth dangling open once heâs pulling back. All the way to the rotund tips of his fingers- and slamming right down to press on your favorite nerves like a button. âFuck- fuck fuck fuck- just for- for me?â
âYou donât know what Iâd do for you, my star.â And it would sound sweet coming from your usual best friend.Â
But Gojo right now looked feral - pale eyes half-lidded, hair unruly, light make-up replaced by slimy oodles of your slick. Worn like a badge of honor, heâs gnawing down on your outer pussy, voice turning into something breathy. Octaves higher. âNoooo fucking idea what Iâd do.â
Gripping onto the dampening covers of the sofa, youâre bucking animalistically like you donât know whether you want to pull away or grind back down for more, more, more. Yelping, âT-Toru-!â
âNo- no no no- come back.â Gojo panics, beefy arms wrapped enough around your body to haaaul you backwards.Â
And when that wasnât far enough, Gojoâs lust-fogged mind tugs off the blindfold still looped âround his neck. Tightly restraining one over your thigh and manhandling you deeper onto his face-
âSh-shiiit, Satoruââ
âFuck- havenât had anything so sweet- so addictive, my star.â Heâs murmuring into your pussy, knuckles getting sloppier with all the spanks against the front of your cunt. Tongue lurching in nâ out until his jaw was sore and raw with all the movement- but heâs still rummaging his muscle along your insides.Â
Gojoâs eating you out like a man lacking a proper meal for eons, and you swear you could feel the way his Adamâs apple bob with each heavy gulp of your saccharine slick. âNâ now I donât think I can- haaaah- live without your sweet pussy on my face, sweetheart.â
The furniture creaks with every bump of his ravenous hips against the sofa, because Gojo didnât even want to spare a single handle to jerk himself off.
Not when he could target the throbbing nub of your clit, rolling over it until the harsh pleasure makes you squeeeal. âDonât have to- donât- ngh-â
âDâyou think so?â That overeager thumb latched to your clit does a quick circular motion that renders your mouth drier than the Sahara. Swooping. Pressing down. âReally really th-think I can?â
âYes- fuck- yes-â Whining, back arching into such a perfect curve. âJust make me cum, Satoru-â
âYes, maâam.â Gojo huffs out a cloud of breath, long lashes fluttering. The rapid thump-thump-thumps of his two fingers burrowing into your g-spot hasten, âBut only if you mmmmâ say my name.â
âSatoru.â
âLouder?â
âSatoru.â
With your wailing tone knocking off each corner of the wall, itâs like heâs rattling off all the unspeakable dreams heâs had of you. âThennnâ spit in my mouth?â
Almost like heâs testing it out- and youâre snapping your head over your shoulder. Not knowing whether to give him a piece of whateverâs left of your mind, or whether you would spit in his mouth.Â
But you didnât need to wrack your pretty brain over it any time soon.
Because Gojoâs shaking his bleary head, âHmm- guess you already have, though- heh.â Partially-closed eyes locked onto your agape cunt every time youâre suckinâ his tongue in- and itâs only then that you realize heâs talking to your pussy.Â
Letting your pussy spit out wads of juices that slip nâ slide down his throat, that get fucked back in by his relentless mouth.
Your hands grip the couch, âS-stop teasingâ please, mâso close.â
âAnd then finallyââ The tender edges of his fingers scrape your sweet spots in that strangely swooping motion that makes your toes curl restlessly. Dragging it oooon with his lilted bass, â-spell this out, my star?â
Your thighs twitch, the semicircles heâs drawinâ on your g-spot taking the formation of an âSâ. Then an âAâ-
âSa-sa-â
âYou got it. You got it, sweetheart.â
With the probinâ deepness of his fingers, heâs flicking his fingertips until your vision flashes white. âTâ, your favorite dragged-out âOâ that makes his pierced tongue swoop in tiny circles, too. âSato-âÂ
You knew where this was going. Faster. Harder.
You knew, and yet, youâre still letting him finish off a soppy âRâ and âUâ - branded in big capital letters from the gooey, heated insides of your pussy until youâre finishing off, too. âSatoru- Satoru. Mâcumming, oh fuck, mâcummingâŚngh.â
With a slight, stiled sob, youâre being run over by your high - just in time for Gojo to twist the orbed piercing on his tongue over in a S-A-T-O-R-U as well. Sloppily salivating down the sides of your slit, your thighs trickle with every ounce of sap youâre spraying out.Â
Whimpering, deep into the cavern of his mouth- âSh-shit-â Gojoâs hissing in that airy tone of his, feeling hot wetness seeping into his pants the very second youâre cumming - he is, too.Â
And yet, the only thing he can think about is dragging out your high.Â
To strike the bruised nâ battered areas of your walls until your thighs are shaking with every peak of your orgasm, mouth slobbering everywhere and anywhere.
From the pearly spatters of slick sheening your legs, to the pulsing top of your clit. Fucking and fucking your quivering entrance until your body feels all raw and sizzling. Every thrust of his fat, velvety tongue makes your pupils whirl stupidly in the whites of your eyes. âSh-shit- nghhh- shit.â
And it takes him such a long time to let go of you - especially when heâs this drunk on your pussy.Â
Pulling back with a final push of his piercing on top of your clit, and the loudest squeeelchâ!
âH-heheh.â Gojo whispers against your pussy and you mewl, falling onto your elbows over the cushions of the sofa.Â
Wearily, you look over your shoulder to take a good, solid look at him - only to feel your heart stutter at the utter grin on his face. Dopey. Glittered with slick. It beads down your best friendâs sharp jawline as he speaks, âReplaced my lipgloss- heh.â He cocks his head to the side, sapphire eyes fluttering priggishly. âDid I ever tell you that was my first time? Been savinâ myself for you, my starâŚâ
Your mouth drops open at his words.
Oh.
Oh.
You werenât making it out of this alive.Â
Within a few bats of your teary lashes, Gojo has you pushed onto your back on top of the springy cushions. His towering form hovering over you-
Pinkish tongue snagging at the end of one glistening lip, âYou should knowâŚIâve never done this before either.â He shivers, top layers shrugged off into a pile, golden clasps of his pants unbuttonedâpop! pop! pop!
With your stringy panties pulled out of his trousers, nâ the rest pushed down until heâd sexily bare in front of you. You canât tear your widened eyes away as Gojo wraps your underwear âround his thick, bulging cock and jerks.
And fuck- did it make your mouth water.
Oh, fuck.
Because Gojo was just so big - in every sense.
From the width of his towering shoulders, all chiseled with bouncy pecs. To the way he was so ripped with lean muscle that you couldnât stop imagining how itâd feel to have them pressed down against you.Â
A feverish blush drifts down the back of his neck, alllll the way down between his pale happy trail. And right up to the fat, pinkened globe of his cock - all heavy and long. So, so long that it had your thighs squeezing in both fear and anticipation.Â
You breathe, âY-youâre soâŚâ
Gojo gnaws down on his bottom lip with a moan, âMm- yeah, tell me, sweetheart.â Vein-covered fist flying up and down his shaft, the rub of your panties was just so delicious that heâs splurging out a thick wad of precum straight down your slit. âTell me- tell me.â
âSo big.â Youâre wondering where he even hid something like that.
Making such a mess.Â
And heâs made a mess before too - cumming in his pants just from eating you out. So your cunt was being soaked with a few wires of his ivory sap.Â
Being pushed in the very second Gojo slouches over your body and slaps his thick mushroom tip between your pussylips. Rutting his sloppy hips without even realizing-
âYou donât think itâs weird, my star?â Head hunched, white bangs covering his eyesight. The tone in his voice is thick with something primal, âHow I was- haaaah-â And so was his cadence, sandwiching between your soppy folds back nâ forth back nâ forth. â-fisting my cock to the thought of my ngh- pretty lilâ best friend for yeeeears?â
Dragging it out.Â
Just aaaaaching with a particularly sensual slide of his vein-covered shaft down your cunt, âJust aaaaching.â The knobbled top of his length slips against your oversaturated pussy and plugs up your hole. Hitting it with a damp plop! âFor one taste- for anything.â
Your hands claw up to the tufts of his soft hair, pulling and it makes his cock twitch. âWant it in. Please, Satoru?âÂ
âA-are you sure I- hah-â And fuck- his eyes gape as he looks down between your cute, shivering legs. Marvelling at the sheer size difference between the plump girth of his cockhead, and your tight hole. âIf itâs too much, I can just put the tip- oh, fuck.â
But you were impatient, and youâre wrapping your legs âround his toned waist to tug him closer. Deeper. Inside.Â
To feel the tender underside of his length scrape your walls, each nâ every zig-zagged vein snaking inside your cunt. Gojo was just so big that your vision flashes black and white with just a few inches stuffed-
âI take it back.â He gasps. He heaves - pants so labored that it was like heâd given up on catching his breath. Trying to hold his head up - failing.Â
âTake- oh, youâre so big- take what back?â
And the only thing Gojo can do is grab both sides of your waist and use the lecherous leverage to pull and pull you further down his rock-hard shaft. Straining out, his thumb cranes over to push inside a gluey wad of cum. âI t-taaake it back. Just the tip- n-never-â Just one singular taste of your sopping wet pussy on his cock and his voice cracks. â-never gonna be just the tip, my star.â
Heâs so untouched, biting down furiously on his lower lip.Â
Biting down furiously on your sodden panties just as soon as he remembers theyâre still in his hands, muffling every whimpering wail that threatens to leave his maw.Â
âNgh- ngh- what the f-fuck.â Gojoâs ripping from the back of his throat, head falling backwards to bare his attractive throat as he slips deeper in. Fighting against that snug resistance with a few good half-thrusts, not even able to pull out properly. To even move. âIt can feel this good?âÂ
And through your half-closed eyes youâre making out the fact that heâs pinching himself with a free hand. âOr mâI just in heaven?â
You feel his big, bulbous tip swab near your g-spot and start to mewl- âMmmâ and what if you are?â
âDonât even wanna know if sâreal.â Strings of saliva stick to Gojoâs lips as he babbles, still lathered in a layer of your pussy juices from before. And his mouth only waters even more when heâs feeling your hot insides clench around him, âDonât need to know anything else- ngh.â
Every syllable is punctuated by an almost vulgar rut.Â
Youâre screaming as heâs bullying his slimy, pre-glazed tip inside. Letting the rotund crown of his cock pry apart your cute walls, harder. Deeper.Â
Gojo smears your pussylips further open with one of his thumbs, letting just the top part of his digit fit into your entrance. Just so that he can fit his cock in fully.Â
âP-please fit.â Muttering underneath his breath, teeth clenching tight on your panties. Looking up at you ferally through his lashes, âPlease- please, didnât wait s-so fucking long for you not to take it, my star. For this pretty pussy to be left unsatisfied.â
Your nails dig into his back, âFuck- please- oh my god.â
âIt has to fit-âÂ
âWill it?â
âYes- yes, youâre gonna take it alll, my girl.âFucking you furiously, sloppily. No rhythm or rhyme - or even sanity in each of his jagged strikes aiming for the very bottom of your pussy, âHas to it has to it- fuck! It has to-â
And when it does - when it finally, finally does - Gojo Satoru is left gaping, your underwear now dropping from his mouth and cleanly onto the floor. Speechless.Â
Shit, if he hadnât cum just minutes prior then heâd be creaming himself all over again.
Blinking once, twice down wordlessly at the sultry vision of your bloated pussylips kissinâ his pelvis. Bottomed-out until his cock was swallowed all the way up until those tufts of white at his base-
And then it all happens at once.
In a singular split-second, Gojo has your legs thrown over his shoulder, your knees pushed all the way down to your tits. Striking your spongy cervix with a dull thud of his weepy cocktip, before heâs reeling out halfway and doing it all over again.
And again.
And again and again and again-
Youâre just shrillingâ âToru- hck!â Feeling your weary throat clog up with so many sobs nâ whines every time his globular head was piercing your cunt, pushinâ all the way into your womb. âToru Toru Toru-â
âMâon vocal rest after this, yâknow?â He blurts, seemingly out-of-the-blue.Â
That is, until Gojo stares down at you with such a heady grin, leaned down just close enough that his hot respiration wafts the shell of your ear. And his tongue lurches out to lick up the drooling spittle leaking from each side of your mouth, âSo you hafta scream twice as loud fâme, my star.â
Slamming the lines of his chiseled hips against yours, Gojoâs shaft was oh-so-veiny enough that youâre feeling your mind melt at the constant massage of your g-spot. âLike that- nghhh please-â
âLike- like this?â And itâs so difficult to remember that this was still Gojoâs first timeâ especially when he roams a palm over your tummy to feel for a particular bulging outline and press.
Carnally caressing the cylindrical bump that he was pounding into you, branding the fatness of his length right against your girth. âShit- you really took it all.â Heâs in awe at the feeling of his rotund cockhead pokinâ your very womb, âYou wanna be fucked like hngh- this, donât you? Want it hard? Fast?â
He was speaking utter filth, but his cadence was even filthier.Â
Shivering hand pushing down on your stomach, the other slithering between your sheeny legs to toy with your neglected clit.Â
âYour legs are shivering, my star- mâin trouble.â He arches his sculpted back to pick up the ruthless pace, throbbing cock stirrinâ within you to bash constantly straight into your g-spot. âS-sooooo much trouble.â
âMore- ngh! Satoru, more-â Youâre crying out through wobbly lips, âWant it even harder.â
âFuck-â Hissing underneath his breath, Gojoâs doughy fingertips speedily smack your slope. Making your legs grow all numb, âFuck fuck fuck fuck- then ngh- yeah, open those pretty legs and take this fat fucking cock-â
With a few more strokes heâs holding onto your throat, pinning you down so that Gojo can scratch the rough texture of his happy trail down your clit until you cry. âThis fat- haaah- fuckinâ- cock-â
Youâre so dumbified by the size and sheer pleasure that you can only repeat after him, stupidly. âFat- ngh- fuckinâ...â
A velvety tongue drags over your salty beads of tears, âAtta girlââ Grindinâ the circumference of his thick cock against your g-spot, Gojoâs biting down on your earlobe just to hear the way you sing. âLouder.â The dangly metal of his earrings are frosty against your own clammy face, sensual. âLouder- let them hear, let them know.â
Uncertainly, your eyes drift over to where the door of the dressing room was innocently positioned. Notably closed. Notably locked.
But your moans were reaching a fever point at the rough bludgeons of Gojoâs cock, the way he was swervinâ his hips juuuust right to snag your sweetest spots.Â
All those years of dancing helped him expertly target long glides down your g-spot. Leaving a trail of wet mucus from that particular bundle of nerves, nâ straight down-down-dooown to your cute cervix. âLet them all see-â
âS-see?â Youâre gasping out in disbelief.Â
With what almost sounds to you like a growl, âMhm- yeah, fuck!â Gojo spanks his hips hard enough against yours that the impact leaves his v-line reddening, the papping sound echoing within the dressing room. âYou think I wouldnât fuck you in front of every nosy lilâ camera out there?â
You donât even know what to say - what to do.
The only thing your pathetic body is capable of doing is gyratinâ back down to meet his tempo. Letting your limp legs tighten over his shoulders, âY-you would?â
âOh, my sweetheartââ Gojoâs crooning, snowy brows scrunching together. Giving your treacly cunt yet another hard jackhammer, âIf this pussy wasnât mine and mine alone, then that door wouldnât even be- hah- locked right now.â
And he was drilling into you like he meant it - like he was furious with himself for holding out this long on the heaven of your sweet, sweet pussy.
Wailing, your eyes crossing at the sheer pleasure.
Now that heâd slurped up one sip, he was eager for the next- and before you know it, the blindfold thatâd been dangling on your thigh was suddenly coiling âround your ankles. âYouâre not getting out of this- oh.â Gojoâs beefy biceps flex as heâs tying your legs behind his neck, all for him to pull back onââGonna- gonna fill you up so we hafta be- ngh- prepared.â
Your salivatinâ chin hits the front of your chest and you whine, âPlease- please make me cum, mm-â
âYeah? Gonna make you cum- hah-â Gojoâs mouth hangs ajar, blush so rosy. He feels your goopy walls tighten on reflex and that makes his hardened cock twitch, âThen- then mâgonna fuck you through that.â
Strike after strike.Â
His swollen lips lean down to suckle on one of your fingers - your left handâs ring finger, to be precise. âThen mâgonna put a ngh- ring on it. Gonna- gonna I swear-â
Push after push.
âToruââ Your tits jut up as youâre bowing your back off of the drenched sofa, â-not gonna- gonna- fuck!â
You donât even have the privilege of letting that sentence finish before your orgasm takes you over, thrumming white-hot zaps of pleasure through your veins. Your teeth set on edge at how utterly good it feels to have Gojoâs fattened cock swabbing your tight hole through every peak, âOh my god- oh my- fuuuuuck, thereâs jusâ so much, Toru.â
Toes curled, mouth unfastened.
Pinching your clit until youâre squeeealing- âSo- so much.â Heâs echoing in a whisper, crushing you tight to him once Gojoâs finishing off, too.Â
Abs plastered against your front until you memorize each ridge, his pecs smooth nâ plump against your tits. Your best friend just looked so pretty with his pearly whites grit in a snarl, brows knitted as heâs pumping you with cum until you overspilled.Â
With thick, seedy knots of cum that blanketed your pussy - his pointed cockhead nudges every droplet inside until you can feel your walls stretch with the utter size.Â
Thighs shaking with your release, his mess sploshing around inside of you. Your vision was still completely hazy- âFuck- fuck, Satoru.â
And itâs like the sound of his name plummeting from your mouth sends shockwaves down his spine.
Because Gojoâs staring at you - mushroomy tip still leaky, still slidinâ through the sappy puddle heâs formulating at your cervix. For a good few seconds, maybe even minutes until heâs chucklingââGod, they could see right through me. Everyone could.â
More to himself.
Although those next words were entirely for you.Â
âI love you.â Gojoâs pale lashes flutter, almost shyly, and youâre speechless at the fact that he was still fucking you. In slow, aching grinds that have him fucking his cum deeper nâ deeper inside you. âIâve always loved you, my star.â
Your heart quivers, and you canât help but reach a hand out to run through the sweaty valleys of his locks. Smile dazzling - something he could write songs, ballads, sonnets about some day. But for now it only makes his azure eyes wet, âAnd I love you, my Toru.â
Something weeps out of Gojo that sounds like a husky, drawn-out groanâ and you can feel his thick tip twitch inside of you with a few more beaded dollops of seed.
Cumming for the nth time tonight until all his heavy balls could let out was misty white, just from hearing that you loved him back.
And for once itâs silence.
Calm, warm silenceâ that is, until Gojoâs pulling his ravaged, red cock just far enough that your cunt lets off the soppiest wet sluuuurp!Â
Youâre gasping, still feeling the rush of your high make your head whirl. Thighs clenching around his broad deltoids automatically, âSatoru- wh-what are you-â
âOh, wellâŚâ Long, pale hands reach for the pile of fabric on the floor - your boyfriendâs pants. And Gojo has the sleaziest grin on his face as heâs digging his fingers into the depths of his pockets, promptly pulling out a lengthy line of condom foils. One heâd packed just in case, just for you.
Youâre mentally counting about twenty before heâs letting his proud stack drop right down to your front. âYou didnât think we were done, right, my sweetheart?â
Oh, fuck.
Neither of you are making it out of this alive.
.
.
.
âThereâs the wall of perfume, my books- especially songwriting books. And these clothes and, yeah, thatâs really it for my roomâŚâ Gojo kicks away the pile of his Digimon socks on the ground with the subtlety of a sledgehammer.Â
Something he was sure the cameraman intruding his dorm room would capture, and yet still edit to make something cute out of it anyway.Â
Ah- such was the life of an ever-popular idol.
And here he was, up bright and early in the morning to let some variety show stomp all through the Six Eyesâ penthouse as a sort of âhouse tour.â Well, sure he knew that this was bound to be a hit with the fans that probed into his life, but was it really necessary to not even give the man a heads-up?
Plastering on his most polished smile, he nods politely as the camera records a few more details. The hosts cooing over each little thing - all those fan letters he kept, a pretty crayon drawing of a blue star from years ago, and the-
âEh?â
âEh?â
âEh?â Getoâs poking his head in, grin already plastered just in case there was to be some sort of chaos upheaved in Gojoâs room. And why wouldnât there be?
Gojoâs following both hostsâ lines of vision, all the way down to his bed, âEh?â Was it not made properly? Was it an offense to have sheets of his own boyband at this day and his age? Or was- âOh.â
And then Gojo sees it - that.Â
The familiar, gauzy fabric of your panties that heâd stolen all those nights ago. Hidden neatly underneath the puff of his pillows - well, almost hidden.
Because obviously it was exceptionally still in the bedroom right now- fuck, even Geto had gone quiet from his station near the door, realizing what it was. Attracting the attention of two very curious other members that were currently fighting to get a glimpse-
One of the hosts clears her throat, âUm- Mister Gojo, is thatâŚâ Eyes dazzling at the possibility of a scoop this big - all in their almost-family-friendly home-touring show. âIs it possible thereâs a lady in your life the fans and world may want to know about? Is this that very same best friend everyone says you pine over?â
And the other host cackles, âWell, they certainly donât seem to be your size, boy. And ones so skimpy- oho, kids these days.âÂ
Unabashedly pushing a mic into his face, âAnything to say for yourself?â
âAh-â Gojo coughs out, jumping once the cameraman immediately swivels his lens towards him for his response. âAha, well- you see-â
Gojo looks at Geto.
ââŚâ
At Haibara.
ââŚâ
At Nanami.
ââŚFucking idiot.â
And finally at the camera itself- âCut the cameras. Deadass.â
Yaga might have bribed the network to never air that particular episode, and Dispatch might have done their best to leak it, anyway.
Right along with a few grainy paparazzi shots of figures that looked undeniably like you two. Hand-in-hand, suspicious blemishes on both your necks, wandering down the sidewalks of Han River.Â
And if Yaga was having a tough PR day with just that then it wouldâve been too merciful of the universe. Because how could you discount the fact that Gojo Satoru, notorious dodger of paparazzi questions, had proudly held up your joined hands and exclaimed at a few buzzing reportersââFuck yeah- my girlfriend now, suckers!â
No resignation letter would ever be enough.
@sunflowerboy: let it be known that I always believed in Gojo-san!!
@eathaibara replying to @sunflowerboy: we bow before you great sunflowerboy (the only one to believe in toruâs loser rizz)
@torutoaster: i luv how #go(jo)outthefriendzone is trending worldwide- LOSER RIZZ ALWAYS WINSÂ
@fiendingforsixeyes: HE DID IT?? MY BOY ACTUALLY DID IT??
@mahitoe: tch whatever
@zbstan replying to @mahitoe: womp womp
@sunflowerboy replying to @mahitoe: LMFAOOOO SUCK IT YOU LOSER HATER FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK-
@eathaibara replying to @sunflowerboy: omg sunflowerboy??
@sunflowerboy replying to @eathaibara: sorry got a little excited^^
@sugu-rizzed: I just know pr is SCRAMBLING rn but not as much as my boy scrambled to get that cookie.
@satorusxkitten: bi panic is wanting both of them!!
@ge.akuge: idk what she sees in him it must be the wigs
@CandyKento: the âmy starâ, isacs, the awards speech, the PANTIES?? gojo satoru it was always meant to be idk what to tell ya. now get married
@Fushidaddy107: I still think sheâd be better with me smh.
@officialgojosatoru replying to @Fushidaddy107: Blocked.
A/N. This was SOOO self-indulgent omg- ALSO DADDY TONYâS BAAAACK!!
Plagiarism not authorized.
Even the word "BEST" seems small!!!! He's literally a Gemđâ¨đâ¤ď¸ Carats and Seventeen General leader is the best â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
After seeing this edit I started having pain in my chest, and it became unbearable at some point. So my family have to take me to hospital immediately. They admitted me to emergency department and advised me to take x-rays and other scans of my thoracic cavity and abdomen. The doctor said that I have a disease called 'deluluforseungcheol' and it can't be cured in this nation. So for treatment they told me to consult S.Coups and said that only him can cure me.
I have so many things to say, but i better not say them. THIS MAN đ¤đ¤
WHAT DO I NEED TO DO FOR A CHANCE CHOI SEUNGCHEOL??đđđ
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âď¸paired & piercedâď¸reader's povâ¨smutâ¨
âď¸pairing: hotnerd!jungkook x popular!reader(f)
âď¸genre: smut, fluff, college!au
âď¸summary: When your professor assigns a collaborative midterm project, youâre paired up with Jeon Jungkook, the quiet grumpy smartass who keeps to himself and doesnât fuck with popular kids like you. If you can win him over, he might give you a taste of the tatted and pierced body heâs carefully tucked away beneath those oversized hoodies.
âď¸word count: 5.3k
âď¸warnings: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, unprotected rough sex, daddy kink, good girl kink, sheâs tight, heâs big, fingering, mutual masturbation, begging, edging, orgasm denial, cumshot, dick tattoo, not the soft jjk i usually write
âď¸paired & puppy-eyedâď¸jjk's pov
âď¸summary: When Jeon Jungkook agrees to be your partner for a class project, he doesnât realize what that might escalate to until you show up at his door in a teeny-tiny crop top and cling to his tattooed arm like his naughty little kitten.
âď¸word count: 4.6k
âď¸warnings: dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, dirty talk, reader calls herself a sl*t one time, dick tattoo, many rounds of sex off screenđ
âď¸pastries & promisesâď¸reader's pov
âď¸summary: After hooking up with the hot nerdy boy in your coding class over the weekend, youâll use any excuse to keep his hands on your body all week long.
âď¸word count: 3k
âď¸warnings: catdilf!jk, dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, praise kink, dirty talk, oc is a horny lil brat, mention of getting wasted at parties, one instance of slut-shaming, oc makes an ignorant comment about earl grey tea lol, no explicit smut in this drabble
âď¸playboys & pancakesâď¸jjk's pov
âď¸summary: When your fuckboy model friend Park Jimin returns from Paris, Jungkook can't help but feel a little jealous and protective over you even though the two of you aren't technically dating yet.
âď¸word count: 2.6k
âď¸warnings: catdilf!jk, dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, dirty talk, oc is a lil brat, boy gets jealousđ¤, soft cuddling, jimin is a tattooed fuckboy, no explicit smut in this drabble
âď¸paw prints & presentsâď¸jjk's povâ¨smutâ¨
âď¸summary: You and Jungkook never discussed Valentineâs Day plans, but that doesnât mean the night wonât include corny Valentineâs cards and you getting down on your hands and knees in pretty pink lingerie for him.
âď¸word count: 2.1k
âď¸warnings: catdilf!jk, dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, praise kink, dirty talk, oc is a horny lil brat, dry humping, sex on the couch, handjob, blowjob, face fucking, cumshot, she swallows, oc makes another ignorant comment about earl grey tea lol
âď¸playtime & punishmentâď¸reader's povâ¨smutâ¨
âď¸summary: You decide to push Jeon Jungkook's buttons until he snaps and puts you in your place like the little slut you are.
âď¸word count: 2.5k
âď¸warnings: catdilf!jungkook, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, daddy kink, good girl kink, nudes, hickeys, oc is a lil horny brat, jk puts her in her place, degradation, "slut" is used a lot, boobie squeezes, begging, she wants his cock so badđĽľ, masturbation, oral nerd fantasy, fingering, edging, orgasm denial
if you guys have any specific things you want to see from the p&p couple, feel free to lmk and i might write a drabble for it if i have time!⨠here's a list of ideas for future drabblesâď¸ also adding the teaser link here bc the amount of notes is memeableâ¨



