☁︎︎ hunnybunbts ☁︎︎

it couldn’t be. sukuna doesn’t have any weaknesses, and yet he can feel his body reacting to that unfamiliar emotion again. all because of you— that one human who always succeeds to occupy his mind.

he couldn’t let himself succumb to it—he’s not going to. sukuna is not going to let a mere human like you deter him from his superior identity that he’s had for decennia. he’s not going to let you have that power over him and his body.

and thus, when you return to the estate, you find yourself being laughed at. you were unpacking your luggage when two concubines stand at your doorway, hiding their evil smiles behind their handheld fans.

they don’t waste a single second and immediately rush to ruin your carefree mood.

“you know, you shouldn’t have returned at all,” the brunette giggles, her laugh sounding like nails scraping against a chalkboard. she looks to the other woman next to her before glancing back at you, “i mean—heh—lord sukuna definitely didn’t seem to mind your absence.”

you figure it’s just another way to get you riled up, so you do your best to ignore them. you put your packed kimonos in your wardrobe as your back faces the two.

yumi, the second concubine, nods along. she knows what she’s about to reveal will get on your nerves. and deserved, if you ask her. they had successfully caught the attention of their king while you were away. for the first time in a good while since your arrival in the estate.

the fact that they managed to spend quality time with sukuna again, is a wonderful first step to your downfall. one that will surely crumble your confidence as his so-called ‘favorite’.

“mhm,” yumi grins as she recalls the memories of her time with sukuna. time spent together that you were unaware of, “lord sukuna definitely didn’t seem to mind your absence when he had me in his bed last night.”

you freeze.

your brows furrow and the corners of your lips twitch. you don’t know if you should believe them—they could’ve lied about it for all you know. although, the voice in the back of your head had already rang the alarms.

guessing by the way they were dying to talk to you the second you came back - which never happens - you realise that they’re probably telling the truth. they’re only telling the truth to agitate you. it’s so painfully obvious, and yet so. . . hurtful.

“what?”

you don’t recall when you’ve choked up. you feel a lump in your throat. it shouldn’t even be there. you promised yourself to not get attached to a monster like sukuna.

so what if he went to bed with his other concubines?

of course he’ll get pleasure from his other women when you aren’t around. he doesn’t feel any love, he sees it as worthless, so why did you expect him to not indulge himself? he still has his other concubines around for a reason.

you really shouldn’t be surprised by this revelation.

“what do you mean ‘what?’ - you heard me,” yumi shrugs, that cocky smirk still on her face.

she’s clearly enjoying your reaction to everything she’s revealing. all the two concubines wanted to get out of this encounter with you, is to break that delusion of yours.

the delusional thought that you’re special to the king of curses. the delusion that sukuna considers you as something more than a toy to emotionally manipulate and play with until he’s tired of you.

“my lord spent all night with me in his chambers until the sun rose,” yumi continues without an ounce of shame.

she bites her lip as she remembers the way sukuna had her body positioned on his large bed. for her, it’s a dream come true.

though for you, it’s a living nightmare. even if you try to deny the fact that it physically and mentally hurts. there’s a painful twist at your heart—reminding you of the truth.

the truth being that you had truly thought that sukuna wasn’t really a monster of a man. you thought he was a different, more softer person around you.

you should’ve listened to the servants when they told you to not get tricked by sukuna’s special treatment, that he could easily manipulate you and make you do and act as he pleases.

“do you want me to explain it in detail?” yumi crosses her arms over her chest as she looks down at you with a menacing glare.

both of the concubines are loving that face you’re making. that face of defeat that you’re attempting to hide from them, “how he held me and pleasured me until i—”

“enough,” you cut them off with your hands clenched into fists.

you don’t want to hear another word. you’re already feeling awful; already, not even an hour into your return. you can never catch a break.

you have an urge to throw things around. you already feel stupid, and if you decide to throw a fit, you bet that you’d feel even dumber. you truly do not know why you’re getting this worked up about it.

maybe it’s because of the special treatment. the delusional thoughts you have about your relationship with sukuna. you really thought that you two had something special. an unofficial romantic relationship, perhaps, or something that resembles it.

a secret, unspoken deal where you’re promised his loyalty in exchange for your body and soul.

although, those dreams have been shattered this very instance. you’re once again reminded of the animalistic nature of the being called ryomen sukuna.

he told you clearly that he’d never tie himself to someone, a human no less. devotion to one person? why would he.

“out of the way.”

you push the brunette and her sidekick the other way. you’re going to confront the man yourself. or at least, you’ll try to. you can hear their sick laughs and chuckles fade into the background as you stomp your way towards sukuna’s chambers.

the other concubines seem to have gotten the gist. some peek their heads out of their rooms, grinning at you in victory. seeing your confidence slowly crumble and the realisation kick in - the realisation that your dear lord’s special treatment means absolutely nothing - is a sight for sore eyes to them.

you enter sukuna’s room and close the heavy doors behind you. you swallow the lump down your throat and try your best to look presentable.

no tears, you promise yourself. you’re not going to waste them on something like this.

“oh, it’s you, little one,” the familiar voice calls out.

sukuna’s low and husky voice rings from his bed. he’s laid back against the many silky pillows, blowing smoke from his kiseru. he lays there like he doesn’t care about your reappearance at all.

he eyes you up and down, “how was your vacation, hm?”

sukuna asks like it’s the most normal thing to do. it seems like he’s trying to catch up with you, to ask you how you’ve been enjoying your time alone, though it also seems like he couldn’t care less at the same time.

“just absolutely fine, my lord,” you reply with gritted teeth and an obvious hint of sarcasm.

there’s also a bitterness to your tone that doesn’t go unnoticed by the pink-haired man. he frowns—this cold greeting is not what he expected nor what he wanted to hear from your mouth. he expected you to at least smile at him like you usually do, but you didn’t.

on top of that, you seemed to be annoyed with him. that unexpected attitude of yours made something inside of him snap. it irritated him somehow; the fact that you’re so comfortable talking to him like that . . . it reminded him of the recent inner conflict he had which you were the cause of.

one of his hands tightens into a fist at his side. his jaw clenches and his eyes narrow into slits. you’re physically in front of him, which means that he’s also about to experience those complicated feelings again. the same ones he tried fleeing from by letting you go on a break, and by physically taking his mind off you.

he did the latter by taking his frustrations out on his other women. the stress that came with the thought of him possibly liking a human, relieved by pure animalistic sex.

that’s exactly what you’re upset about.

there’s an urge inside of sukuna to act normal. to ignore those difficult emotions and just treat you like he usually does. yet, another part of him is trying to protect his sense of superiority by trying to push you away.

there’s a war going on in his mind as he tries to calm himself down. you’ve always had this effect on him and it’s becoming unbearable. he has to show you, no - remind you, that you’re nothing to him. you mean nothing—nothing at all.

he’s the king of curses, you’re but a human. he’ll need to remind himself of that obvious statement as well. he’s got all the power in this situation. not you.

you cannot rule over him or his mind.

“you dare come back with an attitude? tch,” sukuna scoffs, nearly breaking the kiseru with his fingers as they squeeze around the solid material.

he’s turning off whatever emotion present in his body. that doesn’t belong there anyway. he won’t care if you cry—he won’t care at all.

you notice the sudden change in sukuna’s tone as well. you’re sure you’re the reason for it. perhaps you crossed a boundary with how sassily you replied to him when he was simply asking you how your vacation went.

“my apologies,” you murmur with a sigh.

you try to avoid getting on sukuna’s nerves any further, yet when you remember the words from the concubine, how she implied that sukuna had given her the best night of her life when you were away, you get mad again.

your eyes have a fiery look in them. you don’t want to get worked up. you don’t have the right to. you were warned from the very beginning to not get attached to an asshole like ryomen sukuna.

you’re to blame for feeling like this. it could’ve been prevented if you just weren’t so weak. if you just stayed away from him.

“did you have fun while i was away, my lord?” you continue, your voice shaking a little. you need the confirmation.

you’re sure sukuna knows what you’re referring to by now, especially because of the way you’re acting out of character.

the king of curses raises a brow at your question. you sound even angrier, even more pissed off. he tilts his head after taking a deep inhale of the tobacco from his kiseru.

he tries to figure out what you’re hinting at, “what are you—”

and that’s when everything fell into place. the dots connect.

sukuna’s jaw clenches. he realises that you’ve found out about him receiving services from his other concubines while you were away. there could be no other explanation behind your sudden attitude. besides, he knows how his other concubines could be. they must have told you the moment you came back.

normally, he’d say that it’s none of your business. what he does is up to him—he does not care about the consequences of his actions. though, seeing the slight hurt in your eyes, mixed with sadness and disappointment stirred something inside of him. he brushes that feeling away and stares at you intently, awaiting another comment. perhaps you’d cuss him out or bawl your eyes out in front of him.

either way, he promises himself that he won’t care.

sukuna is the king of curses. feeling bad for a human like you would only further tarnish his image, that image of superiority and power he has.

he’s a man of many needs. you should’ve kept that in mind when you left him. he wanted to keep you with him—to hold you down and refuse to let you leave—but that would be another sign of weakness. one sukuna could not manage to show.

when you departed, he was irritated by the fact that he had no one to turn to with his needs. from simple needs like wanting your company to sexual needs like craving your body.

keeping you by his side or letting you go; both decisions seem to clash. either way, there’s one thing he’s sure of, as much as he doesn’t want to admit it: he missed you.

sukuna can’t believe that he can feel an emotion like that. he can’t accept that fact. that’s why his irrational mind took over—his dark urges that strived to prove himself to still be the same old ryomen sukuna. the monster that did not need a single soul. the ruthless man that did not depend on anyone else, especially not a human. a woman like you.

he thought he’d forget all about you if he’s surrounded himself with other women. but, he was quick to be proven wrong, and that only caused to enrage him more and more.

every time sukuna fucked a concubine, his thoughts still manage to drift away to you. to how he wished that it was you he was holding.

nothing hit the same with the other women and that frustrated him. he’d keep them around in his room after he fucked their brains out, something he never allowed a woman to do except for you, yet kicked them out again after a few minutes.

it doesn’t hit the same.

you’re just different. your presence is soothing and calming to the chaotic soul of the pink-haired man. no one else could compare. that realisation made him feel inferior; a feeling he loathes.

sukuna’s red eyes glow. he hates seeing you look so defeated, but he cannot give in. if he tells you the truth, he’ll admit his weakness. he’ll admit that a human like you has completely taken over his brain. that’s no good.

if he doesn’t tell you the truth, he’ll save face. he’ll feel like himself again. his old self—the cold ruthless monster that he was before he met you. one without a soft spot for a human.

it’s an active dilemma that’s running through his mind as he slowly blows out another cloud of smoke. you cannot guess what’s going on behind those intimidating eyes staring you down.

sukuna tilts his head back and scratches his neck, smacking his lips as he makes his decision.

“yeah, i did. i had lots of fun.”

the words sting. they hurt you and make your heart ache in a way that makes you physically weak. you should’ve expected that answer. your shoulders tense up and your fingers curl around the material of your kimono—feeling a sense of anger and betrayal.

you can see a ghost of a smirk on sukuna’s lips, which only reminds you of his nature. his nature as an independent, aloof and cold man who likes to play with his prey. a natural disaster that knows no emotion, that shows no mercy to anyone.

you’re naive for thinking that you could be the exception. all of those times with sukuna were confirmed to be but a lie in that moment. as your gazes meet, you can now easily interpret what that look in those red eyes meant.

‘know your place,’

that’s what it means. you’re foolish, dumb. you take a deep breath to compose yourself after you’ve been made out to be a total fool. you should’ve listened to those warnings, you should’ve known that you were getting played.

this is exactly what sukuna desired to achieve. to build up your trust, to make you comfortable enough with him, to think you’re special and that he won’t need any other woman other than you — just to shatter your pathetic delusions when the time comes.

“tsk tsk. no need to look at me like that,” sukuna scoffs, a mocking laugh leaving his lips.

he can hear a small voice in the back of his head telling him to shut up and let you go, to not make it worse, but who is he to listen to that irrelevant thought? he can decide for himself.

“y’ weren’t around, so the other concubines simply did their job by serving me,” he stares the other way, seemingly not interested by your presence anymore. his face is as expressionless as ever, “what do y’ think i keep them ‘round for, brat? for decoration purposes? hah, nah.”

another loud mocking laugh makes you nearly burst out in tears. you don’t know if it’s in anger or sadness. you take a deep, shaky breath for the last time. you unclench your fists and nod, accepting the reality check you’d just gotten.

it’s a slap to the face, but it helped you get out of your delusions. the delusions that sukuna is a man capable of loving someone, even if it is just for a tiny bit. this visit confirmed that there’s not an ounce of love or appreciation in that man’s body.

“i’m glad you had fun, my lord,” you answer after a bit of silence.

you bow at sukuna in an attempt to stay polite while struggling with that inner turmoil. you don’t even glance up at him anymore. you need another break already.

sukuna isn’t dumb. you may think that you’re good at hiding your emotions, but you’re not. at least not around the king of curses. he’s spent enough time around you to realise that you’re going through a lot right now.

he’s the reason for it, yet he cannot bring himself to feel an ounce of empathy. he just looks at you with a blank stare, thinking that this is for the best.

“good night then,” you add and turn around to walk out of sukuna’s room.

your steps are slow as you secretly hope to be called back, like sukuna would do every time you’d leave his room after an intimate night. you just want him to tell you that this was a test of some sort—a cruel joke.

you want to feel like his favorite again. you don’t want to be thrown away like this. you don’t want to be on the same level as all the other concubines. you want to stand out to him.

unfortunately, you don’t hear sukuna’s voice anymore. he lets you walk away without a care in the world. the heavy doors of his chambers close behind you and you feel your knees buckle.

“fuck,” you cuss to yourself and clench your chest.

you lean back against the closed doors and try to regain your composure. crying can be done when you’re in your room—not in the hallway where anyone could catch you. you don’t want to give the other concubines more reason to bully you.

you drag your feet across the wooden flooring. all those times with sukuna, all those slight glimpses of his soft side that only you’re allowed to see— all of that is thrown into the trash.

you really shouldn’t have gotten so attached to him on an emotional level.

meanwhile, sukuna is silently sitting on his bed, thinking back to what just happened. he usually never doubts his decisions, but this is an exception. why couldn’t he just tell you the truth?

his mouth had moved before he could let his mind process all that he was feeling. a small part of him regrets it, though strangely, he couldn’t feel any real sympathy for your situation.

sukuna drapes an arm over his eyes, clicking his tongue at himself. he just wants to let the situation go, though his brain isn’t letting him to. the image of you standing at the edge of his bed, clearly hurt by his actions, flashes through his mind again.

he sighs. he’s sure that he’s going to forget about you soon enough. he needed an excuse to get rid of you for the sake of regaining control over his own being and he took the chance. he should be glad that he did—it meant that he’d be his usual self—with no weaknesses to look out for.

sukuna blows out another cloud of smoke through his mouth. as much as he’s proud of himself for not giving in to you, he can’t help but let his thoughts wander again. you’re probably crying in your room. he knows you’re sensitive. you would always cry about the smallest of things and he’d hold you (feigning reluctance) until you’ve calmed down.

he can’t do that now.

well, he can, but he won’t. sukuna has made his decision today: it’s power and status over you. that’s what it’s always been. you were but a toy he used to get a stronger grip on himself.

perhaps he simply is what people make him out to be; a monster. nothing more, nothing less.

II

Jeongguk groaned in annoyance as he stretched his hand out to grab the phone. The alarm had been blaring for a full minute now and his body felt weighed down by sleep. His eyes fluttered open when he finally got the device in his grasp and his pout turned into a lazy smile when he gazed upon Y/N who nuzzled her head further into his neck to escape the sound of the alarm. Jeongguk turned it off and realized that it was her phone that had been going off, soon enough panic set in. The time stared back at him, 7:30 am, that’s when he remembered what she had told him the night before, she had to get to class before 10 am.

“Aish.” he said softly. He gazed at her and felt guilty about having to rouse her from her peaceful slumber. He put her phone down and brought his hand to her face and caressed her cheek softly to wake her, even in sleep she affected him. Her entire body was on top of his and her legs tangled with his own, hand clutching his shirt and not letting him go. His dick was hard, a consequence of being a male, and it didn’t help matters when she started to wake.

“Hmmmm.” The sound emitted from her in annoyance as she started to wake. The sound alone was fucking with his head and combined with her moving against him to get her bearings, Jeongguk closed his eyes tightly and suppressed the groan that almost left him.

“A-aish” he uttered through clenched teeth. “Y/N.” He called her name breathlessly in an attempt to get her up fully. He watched as her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked a few times to recognize where she was. Y/N gasped when she saw Jeongguk staring down at her and the memories of the night before started to register. Then she remembered her schedule for the day and detached herself from him quickly, too quickly and nearly fell backwards. Instead of making a blunder, Jeongguk pulled her body to his again, causing her to straddle him and that was when she felt it.

“Fuckkk.” he said through clenched teeth. He gripped her hips, preventing her from moving and making his already hard situation even more unbearable. His eyes fluttered closed as he tried to regain his composure and when he opened them again, he was met with her staring at him with muddy cheeks and furrowed brows. Her hands gripped his shirt, trying her best to remain still despite the heat that pooled between her legs as his dick was nestled directly against her center. They were both clothed, but it did nothing to hide the obvious arousal and effect they both had on each other. She whimpered as she looked at him. His eyes were impossibly dark and heavily lidded, and she feared if she made one wrong move, he would consume her entirely. The thought brought her to her senses, and she detached herself from him, this time with care as to not fall. Jeongguk hissed loudly when she moved and she watched as he brought his hands to his eyes and let out a deep breath. Her shyness took over and she fled the living room, leaving him lying on the couch as he wrestled with his self-control. When Jeongguk turned his head, he was met with her going in the direction of the bathroom she used the night before.

“Shitttt.” he said softly. He sat up and adjusted himself and tried to think of anything else to keep him from doing something stupid. Something like joining her in the bathroom and fucking her senseless and screwing up both of their schedules for the day. He heard the shower turn on and could no longer handle his sexual frustrations and went into his own bathroom and repeated the actions he did the night before.

[...]

Y/N’s breathing came out erratically as she stared at herself in the mirror. She had just taken a shower that did nothing for her beating heart. Jeongguk’s doe eyes staring at her with so much intensity was burned into her mind and it did irreparable damage to her body. She was tempted with the idea of pleasing herself in the shower but dashed it away when she remembered where she was and the limited time she had. Now she hyperventilated due to the events that transpired in the past hours, her not having any clothes with her did not help. She closed her eyes and groaned in defeat at that thought and made her way to the door.

She looked left to right quickly after opening the bathroom door and made a quick run to the laundry room in nothing but a towel. She opened the dryer, which contained her clothes from the day before and realized that Jeongguk must have put them in for her. Her heart jumped at the small act of kindness and shut her eyes and screamed internally. She was in a lot deeper than she realized. She needed to get back to the bathroom before he saw her in this state. She left the laundry room and quickly walked with her bundle of clothes. The bathroom was in her line of sight, and she made to open the door and enter, Jeongguk came down the stairs and stopped at the sight of her. They stared at each other for a moment, no words exchanged and with a flaming face, Y/N broke the staring contest and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Jeongguk let out a chuckle at her action and shook his head while heading to the living room and gathered her things. Her laptop was on the coffee table alongside her notebook, so he grabbed her backpack that was on the far end of the couch and put everything together. He sat on the couch and checked his phone for the time, it was 8:12, and he was glad that she still had time. He had a packed schedule today and was already late to his engagements but couldn’t care less. In reality they weren’t as urgent as his manager was making it out to be in the current message he sent him, thus, Jeongguk being who he was simply ignored it.

Instead, he opened YouTube and typed in her name as he remembered her telling him she had a channel. To his amazement she was pretty popular with a staggering 500k plus subscriber count. His eyes dazzled as he scanned her videos and got a gist of her content. She made video essays and the occasional vlog, revolving around her scholarly interests. What did surprise him was the collaboration she did with a creator he recognized from TikTok, Quenlin Blackwell. He didn’t know who she was truly as he didn’t subscribe to her content, but he had seen enough viral videos of her in passing to know that she was massive. Without a second thought he subscribed to Y/N’s channel and saved the video she did with the other creator to his watch later folder before exiting the app and opening TikTok.

He repeated the same thing he did with YouTube and saw that her content was more diverse on TikTok. He clicked her most recent post which was a common makeup transition video. It started with her in pjs and no makeup and ended with her looking glamorous, Jeongguk could not contain the dopey smile that was plastered on his face the entire time. What he didn’t realize until he turned the volume up on the 3rd watch was that one of BTS songs were playing in the background. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of possession and pride fill his body and without thought he liked and reposted the video and followed her.

The bathroom door opened and he was broken from his mini doomscroll of her socials and smiled at her. Y/n had redressed into the clothes from the night before and knew she had to stop home before heading to school. “Hey,” she said softly when she approached him. Jeongguk smiled in reply and stood up while grabbing his keys.

“You ready?” his voice was soft as he asked, a small smile on his face. Y/N returned it and nodded her head in reply. Jeongguk grabbed her hand like it was the most normal thing in the world and led her to the front door.

They headed to her car, Jeongguk in the front with her keys in his hands while she was being led by him. She admired his strong back and how you could see the outline of his muscles through his black T-shirt causing her heart to beat faster at the thought of caressing them. She was in a trance and had to shake her head a little to hear what he was saying to her.

“You have a flat.” he turned to her as he spoke. It took a second for the words to register in her brain and when it did, she felt nothing but despair.

“Shit! What am I gonna do?!” she felt nothing but panic as she thought of the time crunch she was under.

“I’ll take care of it later. We can take my car for now. Gaja.” he caressed the back of her hand with his thumb, soothing her worry.

“I can’t let you do that. I-”

“Hajima. Let me do this for you. Ok?” He stared into her eyes as he spoke. His tone was soft and his eyes filled with fondness. She relaxed her shoulders and relented to him with a slight smile. He returned the gesture and led her away to his garage.

When they entered her mind racked over his treatment of her and she couldn’t help but overthink everything. He was a mega star, and she was just a student with a little online presence. What if he was toying with her just to leave her stranded in the end. He didn’t know her, not truly, and she wasn’t some saesang who obsessed over the idea of being with him even though she could feel herself falling for him slowly. However, it had nothing to do with his status as much as she enjoyed his music, it was never a parasocial obsession for her, simply a fan enjoying the art that their favorite artist produced. Suddenly her thoughts were disrupted when she truly took in her surroundings. Her eyes widened as she took in the 6 cars and 2 motorcycles in his garage.

When Jeongguk turned to her he couldn’t stop the laughter from tumbling out of his mouth at the look of wonder on her face. “Close your mouth. Pick one.” She looked at him with a tiny glare and then rolled her eyes before reluctantly pointing to the black Bentley at the end of the garage, his least flashy vehicle.

“That one.” he hummed in response and turned to the wall that housed the various keys for them, grabbing the one for the car she chose. He turned to her and took her bag, a sound of surprise leaving her lips making him smile. She was the cutest thing he had ever encountered and that was saying a lot when he had Jimin in his life. He opened the back seat and placed her bag in carefully; after closing the door he opened the passenger side and directed her in. She gave a small thank you in response and got in shyly, he never thought it possible to smile this much before meeting her. After closing the door, he went to the driver side and got in.

“Here” he said while passing his phone to her. She looked at him quizzically. “Put your number in” he said while pulling out of the garage. He could feel her staring at the side of his face for a second before relenting, finally he thought. He heard her mutter something under her breath and glanced at her and caught her fiddling with her fingers. “Are you ok?”

“Yes. But–I–Why are you doing all this for me?” Jeongguk heard a twinge of fear in her voice and his instincts sparked instantly.

“I told you. I like you. I really like you. If you don’t feel the same I understand, but if you do I’d like to take you on a date soon, and see where this goes” he said carefully. His mind racked over their night together and realized his fault in keeping things so vague. He felt guilty as he truly liked her and wanted to ensure that there was no misunderstanding between them. In his mind, the future he had previously envisioned for himself was now filled with her. He wanted her, truly wanted her to be a part of his future if she was willing and he had to know.

“I would like that” her tone was shy as she replied. Jeongguk kept his eyes on the road but he smiled and grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it. Y/N sighed dreamily at the gesture and could not fight the smile from making its way to her face either.

“Turn left” she directed. She mulled over their time together for the rest of the drive as they chatted. They both realized that they had a lot in common. He was a Virgo of course, so was she. Funnily enough their birthdays were only 9 days a part with her being on the 23rd and his on the 1st of September. They were the youngest out of their siblings and both had an adventurous spirit, hers being a little less compared to the daring motorcyclist. They finally arrived at her place, which wasn’t that far from his and she wondered then if this was some red string of fate that brought them together.

[...]

“This is me” she said shyly. They were in her condo now and she had a little over an hour to change and get her hair together before he took her to school. She watched as Jeongguk gazed around her condo and took in the decor that just screamed her. Neutral tones with splashes of pink and plum colored red and the main attractions, her photo wall adorned with memories of her and the people in her life over the years with her recording set up facing it. “I’m gonna get ready, make yourself at home.” She detached their hands and went to her room.

Jeongguk did as she said and made himself comfortable. He went to the photo wall and admired it with glee. Graduation, parties, days at the beach, snowboarding, etc. She had tangible evidence of a full life on display without a care, and he found himself enamored with the fullness of her spirit. She was someone who knew themselves completely, or well enough to live life without any reservations while still pursuing her dreams in spite of any objections she may face. After his viewing he made it to her couch and sat down.

He pulled out his phone and went on YouTube and clicked on her most recent video. He connected his Airpods and found himself engrossed with the video essay. He could tell she was brilliant the moment he met her and the video made it clear that she was the real deal. The subtitles on the video didn’t even matter as he simply enjoyed hearing her speak. The passion and knowledge she imparted showed that she was wise beyond her years and unlike the wave of petty discourse that swept the internet every few days, she took time with her content. He noticed a pattern when he did a quick look at her pages earlier and saw that she posted on average, once a month. Enough to keep her following, while also posting with intention rather than simply doing it for views.

To the average person it probably wouldn’t mean anything but to him, a celebrity that was used to clout chasers, meant everything. She cared little about being ogled and praised for doing mundane tasks, instead she talked about social issues that impacted people every day, far more and better than any song he and his members ever created. About 20 minutes into the video, she brought up her book, something she hadn’t mentioned to him. He paused the video and went to Google and searched it up. His eyes widened when he saw that the book was being released in 2 months and not only that, but preorders had already sold out the first day of the announcement.

Jeongguk’s heart skipped a beat as he thought about it and realized that she was truly different. She could’ve easily capitalized off of his status to push herself forward by mentioning her work or sneaking a photo and posting him when he didn’t expect it, but she didn’t. She wasn’t like that. At all. His chest started to ache at the thought, and he felt pin pricks forming in the corner of his eyes, alerting that tears would soon follow. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to control the sudden burst of emotions. He knew she wasn’t like the saesang from the night before, and yet he couldn’t help but feel relief at his instincts being proven right. That she was exactly what he had needed even before he fully realized.

“Hey. I’m ready.” Jeongguk looked up and was put in a daze when he saw her. She looked incredible. She had fluffed out her afro more, making it appear larger than the night before without the bandana tied around her head, suiting her round face perfectly. She had on a long-sleeved button up with vertical pin stripes, the fabric hugging her frame and accentuating her waist. She paired it with a pair of straight, deep muted brown trousers that sat perfectly on her hips, highlighting her curves and making his head spin. She wore a pair of pointed black kitten heels giving her a little bit of height. Her wrists were ladened with silver bracelets and a pair of rings on each hand. Jeongguk thought she was the prettiest thing she had ever seen in his life.

“Yeah,” he responded wistfully after admiring her for a moment. Y/N could feel her body heat up after his brief staring and watched as he got up. She walked towards him and grabbed her hand and led them out of her condo. “I hope you don’t mind, but I gotta do my makeup on the way.”

“No problem. Also, wanna get breakfast?” he asked as she was locking her door.

“I’ll get something on campus. Presentation remember” she really wanted to say yes but it was already 9:30 and it took about 15 minutes to get to campus.

“Lunch after then? What time do your classes end?” she felt her heart flutter after he spoke and was giddy at the prospect of spending more time with him.

“3:30” she replied. They had made it to his car, and he opened her side of the door and helped her in before getting in the driver's seat.

“Great! There’s this new spot I wanted to try. I hope it's good” his voice was laced with excitement as he spoke. He started driving, and Y/N hummed in response as she pulled out her makeup bag.

“Sounds good to me. Can I play some music?” she asked.

“Yeah.” she connected her phone to his car at his response and put her driving playlist on shuffle. Jeongguk gasped as the first lyric of the song played, causing a cacophony of laughter to spill out of her mouth. ‘Gyal Good’ was a new song from one of her favorite dancehall artists, Alkaline, but she had forgotten the clear cultural differences between them. However, she didn’t like the idea of saturating herself to fit into a mold she didn’t belong to in order to please anyone.

“Yahhhh” Jeongguk said in a mixture of disbelief and amusement. “This is what you listen to?” his question was purely curious and from his light tone Y/N felt relief.

“It’s normal where I’m from. Dancehall music is usually like this” she replied in between laughter.

“Send me your playlist” he said. She followed his request and started her makeup afterwards while singing along as he took her to school. As they drove and new songs came on, Jeongguk couldn’t help but look at her fondly as she moved freely to the music. She looked good in his passenger seat as she did her makeup, perfectly accentuating her features. Soon enough they had arrived at her campus and Jeongguk was glad for the heavy tints on his car that kept them shielded. He knew the risks of being with her so openly, but in truth he wouldn’t mind being spotted with her. He hadn’t asked her to be his girlfriend yet, but in his mind she already was and he would be sure to clarify that on their first date. He hoped she was willing because he didn’t know how his heart would cope without her in his life.

“Text when you come for me ok?” Jeongguk had her hand in his as she spoke. She turned to him and smiled as he stroked her hand with his thumb.

“Yah, I’m older than you know. You’re supposed to use honorifics.” She sucked her teeth at his words, a smile etched onto her face as she did so. She tilted her head slightly and leaned forward, placing a kiss on his cheek and opened the door to exit. Jeongguk was stunned for a moment after the gesture and she giggled as she grabbed her bag. Before she closed the door and left, she said cheekily “See you later, oppa.”

[...]

When Jeongguk arrived at the company he was engrossed in his phone with a giddy smile, completely unaware of the lip gloss on his cheek. He had been finishing Y/N’s YouTube video as he headed to the practice room, completely shutting out the outside world. When he entered the room, 3 of his hyungs were there, currently taking a break from practice, which started 2 hours ago.

“Look who finally showed up.” Jeongguk looked up and took out one of his Airpods at Taehyung’s words. Jin, Namjoon and Taehyung were sat in the corner of the room taking deep breaths and drinking water. The trio had looked to him when he arrived.

“Sorry. Something came up” he said vaguely. Namjoon raised a brow at his words as Jeongguk put his bag down without taking his eyes away from his phone.

“Oh? What could possibly be the reason for being 2 hours late? Hobi hyung was furious all practice” Jimin said. Jeongguk winced as he imagined their main dancer’s fury as he walked to the group.

“Where are the others anyway?” He asked while sitting down.

“Cafe for breakfast” Jin replied. “But don’t ignore the question. Where were you? And what’s that on your face??”

“What?” He looked in the wall length mirror beside them and saw the lip gloss smeared on his cheek and smiled widely. His hyungs looked at him quizzically, the expressions deepening when he giggled.

“I was only helping a friend” he said in between his dazed laughter. The trio looked at each other, fully realizing that their youngest was lying. It didn’t help that Jeongguk had engrossed himself into his phone again and let out a loud burst of laughter. Jimin peered closer to see what he was watching and Jeongguk tried to pull his phone to his chest to hide it, however, Jin who was closest to him snatched it from his grasp.

“Yahhhh!” he exclaimed. He tried taking it from his hyung but it was too late as the others had already had their faces in his screen after disconnecting from his Airpods.

“Oh? Who’s she?” Namjoon inquired.

“She’s pretty” Jimin drawled out. His words made Jeongguk glare at him nastily, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the others.

“Yah! What are you glaring for?!” Jin asked with laughter bubbling in his chest.

“Ohhhhh. Is this your friend?” Namjoon teased.

“Aishhhh!” Jeongguk snatched his phone while letting out a curse.

“Not friend, but girlfriend. Oh?” Jimin joined in teasing the maknae and Jeongguk found himself sucking his teeth a response. He hadn’t even realized he had done it at first and the expression left the others confused. However, his mood shifted entirely when he got a text from the same girl they were teasing him for. He smiled instantly, his eyes glazing and pupils dilating wider than ever.

Y/N: My second class got cancelled. Yayy!! I should be done with my presentation in about an hour. That ok?

Jeongguk: I’ll be there. You can come to the company after. Good?

Y/N: HYBE!!!

Jeongguk giggled at her response not realizing that his members looking at him in disbelief.

Jeongguk: Where else?

Y/N: Haha. My class is gonna start so I guess I’ll see you then oppa.

He stared at the message with the stupidest grin on his face for a moment too long and it led to his phone being snatched again. He tried to grab it back, but Jimin got up and bolted. The others followed them and the room was filled with laughter and Jeongguk levying curses at Jimin, knowing that the moment they saw the messages he would be teased endlessly.

“Ohhhh! Oppa! Jeonggukkie has a girlfriend!” Jimin said with laughter.

“Give it back!” he begged this time causing them to laugh at his expense.

“That’s why you were late! You get a girlfriend and forget about us!” The voice came from behind them as the other 3 members returned. It was Hoseok who had spoken. His words were in jest, but his expression was rather stoic, conveying his disappointment in the maknae.

“I didn’t mean to be late, but it was important.”

“Important aye? Who is she?” Yoongi questioned this time as he passed the iced americano to Namjoon. His members had formed a semicircle around him, making it impossible for him to escape their line of questioning.

“I’m curious now. What girl made you break your dry spell?” Taehyung teased while gesturing to the lip gloss on his cheek. He wiped it off with the back of his hand, feeling his heart break a little after ridding the evidence of her affection from his skin.

“It wasn’t like that!” he defended.

“Then tell us. Why was she the reason you were so late.” He closed his eyes and shook his head in exasperation before finally relenting and relaying last night’s events to them. He watched as they processed what he told them as he spoke. Namjoon immediately stiffened at the mention of the saesang and he could physically see the gears turning in his head, ever the leader.

“So let me this straight. You took a random girl to your house after being stalked by a saesang and you’re in love with her?’ Yoongi said. The rapper’s eyes were squinted and his mouth slightly agape expressing his perplexity.

“I’m not in love with her...I think” Jeongguk replied. Various sounds of exasperation and disblief was what he got in response.

“Yah! Jeon Jeongguk. You can’t be serious?!! Do you even hear what you’re saying?!” Jimin questioned.

“I know you enjoy doing reckless shit all the time, but this is too much even for you!” Hoseok echoed. Jeongguk glared at the dancer, immediately going on the defense.

“This wasn’t a reckless kind of thing. She’s not like that! I’m a grown man ok! I know what I’m doing and I really like her.” Jin shook his head in disbelief at his words.

“She’s an ARMY Jeongguk. You may have good intentions, but you don’t know if that’s the same for her. Who’s to say that she won’t use this against you for clout huh? Could you handle the backlash? Could we?” Jin said.

“She isn’t like that!!” His voiced raised as he responded to his hyung. He knew their concerns were valid, but his gut had not led him astray. He knew it. He knew that she wasn’t someone simply looking for a come up at his expense. He also knew that it would be hard to convince them, but he didn’t care. He wouldn’t allow anyone, not even the men that had practically raised him speak about her so poorly.

“Yah! We’re just looking out for you! You don’t even know this girl!!” Taehyung returned his tone on Jin’s behalf as the eldest stared at him with wide eyes conveying his shock. Jeongguk had never acted like this about a girl before and the members had no idea on how to navigate this new side of him.

“But I do!” he said with a deep sigh. “Here, look” he said while giving them his phone. He had pulled up a video of hers on YouTube, a TedTalk she did in London a few months ago that had gone viral, boosting over 10 million views. The members watched and he could see the hesitance and slight shift in their opinion through the furrowed brows and glances they gave him.

“If she was just someone looking to use me for her own benefit, she would have already. She’s massive enough and if she wanted to increase that she could have easily posted a photo last night, but she didn’t. She didn’t...She isn’t like that, ok?” he pleaded with them. Namjoon sighed in response giving into him this one time as he saw how serious he was about her already. In truth, the members had no issue with him getting into a relationship, the problem was the way this entire thing had transpired. The leader decided to deescalate while the others were still engrossed in the video and brought up the saesang.

“I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt since you’re so crazy about her alright? But what do you want to do about this saesang? Huh?” Jeongguk cursed under his breath at the memory of the stalker.

“You handle it. I don’t have the energy to entertain that bullshit. You would think after being sued so many times she would just stop.” He complained to his leader. Namjoon put his hand on the maknae’s shoulder.

“Alright. but you need to speak with the higher ups about her, if not for your sake, then for hers.”

“Aishhhh.”

“You know the protocol. If you’re serious about her then you need to make sure she’s protected.”

“I know. I know but let me talk to her first. Yeah?” he said in response. He then bit his lip, his nerves getting to him before he spoke again, “I actually need to leave in a bit. I promised to pick her up after class and I also said I’d bring her here.”

“WHAT!” Jin exclaimed. All 6 of his hyungs turned to him at that, his phone still in Jimin’s hand even though he had paused the video.

“Yah. You should’ve told us that sooner.”

“I know. I know. But it’s not that big of deal” he didn’t even believe himself as he said the words. He knew full well that there were procedures that needed to be done before she even entered the building but he didn’t care. He had marked her as his the moment she passed him in Mr. Lee’s shop and cared less what anyone else had to say about it.

“Not a big deal? Are you crazy? Aish! I need to talk to Sejin hyung so he can prepare” Namjoon said to him while puling out his phone. The leader typed furiously and Jeongguk knew he would be getting a stern talk from their manager soon.

“You’re really crazy about this girl huh?” Hoseok asked. Their dance leader had softened, the irritation he felt towards their youngest leaving his body as he watched Jeongguk’s eyes light up at the mere mention of the girl.

“I am. That’s not a problem right” Jeongguk replied snarkily. Various scoffs followed and soon the serious tension disappated as his members prepared to tease him.

“Ohhh. Our Jeonggukkie has fallen in love” Jin teased. Jeongguk rolled his eyes with a smile plastered on his face.

“So, when do you leave? We need to prepare ourselves before we meet your girlfriend” Taehyung had a mischievous smile on his face as he spoke.

“Yah! Don’t embarrass me in front of her alright!” Jeongguk said. “What time is it?” Yoongi looked at his phone and echoed the time.

“10:36.”

“I need to leave in an hour. She gets out at 11:45.”

“Yah! You really have terrible timing!” Yoongi replied.

“I would’ve said something sooner if you guys weren’t so serious!” he argued back. His phone went off after that and Jimin looked at the notification for him and bursted out laughing after reading the message.

“Jeongguk! You’re already in trouble!” he snatched his phone from him and looked at the message and winced.

Y/N: I’M GONNA KILL YOU!

Y/N had written in all caps under a screenshot of her TikTok notifications. Shit. He had forgotten that he had reposted her video and followed her, and he also forgot to tell her. She thousands upon thousands of notifications due to this and he felt guilty for bringing her so much attention. Ironic he thought as this alone dispelled his members concerns.

“What happened?” Yoongi asked. Lookng at the maknae with furrowed brows. Jeongguk showed him the message and earned a forehead flick in response.

“You’re fucking insane” Yoongi said. “At the very least I believe you now. She is different.” Jeongguk smiled stupidly at his words and his members laughed and teased him as they realized their youngest was entirely whipped and beyond the point of no return.

[...]

“Wah yuh seh?!” (What did you say?!) Analise exclaimed. Y/N had explained what had happened to her friend and showed her the overwhelming notifications she received on TikTok as a result of Jeongguk reposting her video. Analise or Ana as she was affectionately called, was a Jamaican Korean girl she had befriended during a first week at SNU. The girl was born and raised in Jamaica and had moved to Korea in the same year as herself alongside her older brother Anwar who was working as a police officer. They were sitting on the stone benches on the lawn in front of campus with their other friend Taylese who was from Trinidad. Taylese and Ana both looked at their friend in shock, trying to wrap their heads around what had transpired between her and Jeongguk.

“Keep ya voice dan Ana” (Keep your voice down Ana). Y/N pleaded. Ana looked to Taylese for assistance. The Haitian Bahamian girl furrowed her brows at her friend, her dark hand coming under her chin as she tried to find the right words. The trio were all fans of BTS and the story that their friend had conveyed seemed like something out of a storybook, but they knew Y/N, she wouldn’t lie like this.

“So. You tellin’ me dat yuh man is a bei from BTS” (You’re telling me that your man is a boy from BTS) Taylese’s voice held perplexity as she spoke. Y/N put her head on the table and whined at her predicament. She liked him, really liked him and her heart fluttered endlessly at the simple thought of his doe eyes, making her feel like she was crazy.

“Weh de bombaclat! De gyal hed goneeee” (What the fuck! Your head is gone* meaning she’s in love/already a lost cause). Taylese laughed at Ana’s voice and soon enough both girls were laughing at their friend’s expense.

“Wen yall guh be serious! Wat I guh do?” (When are yall going to be serious? What am I going to do?) Y/N questioned.

“Wah yuh guh do?” Taylese echoed, “Gyal you hea’ yasef? If da man wan you, who you is ta deny? An’!” (Girl do you hear yourself? If he wants you who are you to deny? Huh?) Y/N laughed at her words, lifting her head and putting her head in her hands at her crazy life.

“Yuh wan him right?” Ana queried. (You want him too right?)

“It een dat simple doh” (It’s not that simple though) she replied. She felt her nerves get the best of her. She liked him a lot there was no denying that and she knew Jeongguk felt the same, but she hated the idea of making his life harder if anyone caught wind of their budding relationship. Or worse, what if this wasn’t as serious as she was making it out to be?

“Stop stressin’ yasef outchea! Da man like you, das it an’ das all. Until he open he mout’ an’ say uddawise youen gi worry” (Stop stressing yourself out, you hear! The man likes you; that’s it and that’s all. Until he opens his mouth and says otherwise you don’t have to worry) Taylese soothed. She felt as her friends took one of her hands into their own as they calmed her overthinking. She smiled at them and settled her beating heart Perhaps she was worried too much. She couldn’t help it; she overthinks everything despite her years of trying to dispel the habit. Also, she couldn’t deny that it felt good to have her friends support and the mutual affection between Jeongguk. She just hoped that her fears weren’t proven right in the end, because didn’t know if her heart could handle it.

Her phone started to ring, breaking the moment between the trio. Her friends giggled amongst themselves when they saw his caller id, so she rolled her eyes and picked up the call.

“Hello” She answered in English. Jeongguk sighed softly upon hearing her voice, an expression that didn’t go unnoticed by his hyungs who were in the backseat. Jimin had insisted on coming and being the little shit that he was, he dragged Yoongi with them. It had been a hilarious encounter when Jeongguk forced them into the backseat, reserving the passenger side for his girl. He knew he wouldn’t be able to live that down, but it didn’t matter as he tilted his head and smiled into the call before responding.

“Hey, I’m here” his voice was wistful as he replied. Y/N smiled to herself as her friends watched. The duo exchanged glances and made suggestive movements to tease their friend.

“Ok, I’m coming now” she replied. She stood and gathered her things. Her friends followed her action and gave her a hug before she departed. Jeongguk heard her saying goodbyes to someone on his end felt a twinge of curiosity before speaking.

“Also, two of my hyungs are with me. I hope that’s ok?” his words came out carefully. Y/N felt nothing but nervousness as she knew full and well who his hyungs were. Jeongguk heard her suck her teeth before responding.

“I guess can’t kill you now. Too many witnesses” she said. Her voice held amusement as she looked around for his car while talking to him. She heard him chuckle on the other end.

“Later then” he teased. She spotted his car before she responded and she smiled softly while rolling her eyes. “Can you see me?” Jeongguk looked in the direction she was coming from and the two men in the back could not contain their quiet laughter at the dazed look on his face.

“He’s fucked” Jimin whispered to Yoongi.

“I see you” he replied. As she got closer, he unlocked the door and hung up the phone. “Behave” he said in warning to his brothers in the back and all he got in response was a hum from Yoongi as Jimin couldn’t stop smiling as the car door opened.

“Hey” her voice was soft as she spoke.

“Hey. How was your presentation?” Jeongguk asked. The pair in the back watched the exchange, baffled that their maknae didn’t even allow the girl to acknowledge them.

“It went well!” she replied with a smile. She noticed the men in the backseat, it was impossible not to, so she turned her head around and introduced herself. “Hello, I’m Y/N nice to meet you guys.” Yoongi and Jimin were immediately taken with her and like Jeongguk were put into a daze as she gave them a shy smile.

“Nice to meet you too” Jimin said. he extended his hand and Y/N shook it and the same thing was repeated by Yoongi.

“Yah Jeongguk, you’re really lucky” Jimin teased.

“Aishhh.” Y/N laughed at the exchange and thanked Jimin for his compliment.

“How have long have you been here?” Yoongi asked.

“1 1/2 years.”

“Yahhh. Your Korean is really good!”

“Thank you” she responded shyly.

“If only English was that easy to learn” Jimin said. He sighed dramatically.

“It is really annoying” she said in the same tone. Jeongguk listened to their banter as he drove and felt pure joy at them getting along so easily.

“Isn’t it your first language?” Yoongi asked curiously.

“Somewhat. But we have a pretty strong dialect where I’m from. Really different from American English” she explained. The pair made a sound of understanding at her words.

“Is that why you study English?” Jeongguk asked.

“That’s part of it. I’ve always loved writing as a kid...and I talk too much.” They all laughed at her words and she joined in.

“You’re funny...Writer? You published anything?” Yoongi asked. She felt shy again, never being used to promoting her work.

“My thesis in undergrad and my first novel comes out in April.”

“Wahhhh! How old are you?”

“23.”

“Yahhh! You’re the real deal” Jimin said. The pair was thoroughly impressed at her success so far. Y/N put her face in her hands, suppressing her squeal, causing Jeonguuk to chuckle. Adorable.

“She doesn’t like that kind of thing. She’s shy.”

“Really? You shouldn’t have told us that” Jimin said. His voice was filled with mischief and like Jeongguk, his hyungs felt oddly protective over the writer and understood quickly as to why their maknae fell for her so quickly.

“You wanna come to the studio with us? We could use another opinion on some songs?” Yoongi asked. She turned slightly to face them and looked at the producer in shock.

“Really? That wouldn’t be making problems for you guys right.” Yoongi scoffed.

“Eh? Hybe? If we say it’s fine, then it is” Jeongguk said.

“Yahhh! Jeonggukkie’s all grown up” Jimin teased. This caused everyone to snicker at his expense.

“Yah! You shouldn’t be making fun of the person that’s driving.” His tone filled with amusement, causing the laughter to increase. Still laughing along, Y/N connected her phone to the car to play some music. Jeongguk noticing, asked her to put on her playlist she had sent. “Yah, her music taste is really good,” his words were honest as he had enjoyed the variety of Caribbean music on his way to the company earlier that morning. Y/N felt shy and was going to opt for something more neutral.

“What kind of music?” Yoongi asked. She could feel her face heating up.

“Dancehall” she said.

“Dancehall? I’m not that familiar, play something.” Jimin asked. Relenting, she shuffled the playlist and was glad that something tamer came on and she had no reservations about singing along, ‘Mr. Officer’ by Vybz Kartel. The members started vibing to the song even though they couldn’t understand most of it and were fascinated and enjoyed the way she sang along to the lyrics without shame.

“This is really good!” Yoongi said. He was bopping his head along while Y/N started to dance.

“Party song?”

“Sometimes. We do party a lot though” she said.

“Really? Do you?” She turned to Jimin in offence and saw that he had a cheeky smile on his face. She turned back around while sucking her teeth.

“Mi mash up da dance” she spoke in English, and they barely understood.

“Huh?” Suga said in amusement.

“I’ll let you guys come out with us when we go out again.”

“We’” Jeongguk asked.

“My friends and I. There’s a spot in Itaewon, owned by a Jamaican, they have events often and then there’s fete.”

“Fete?” Jimin echoed.

“It’s like a festival...Not really, but like a big party. In the middle of the road.” She tried her best to explain it in Korean. “You have to go to understand it. It’s crazy!”

“I’m in!” Jimin said.

“Me too!” Echoed Jeongguk

“I guess I’ll come...” they bursted into laughter at Yoongi’s words.

“Woiiii!!” She said in excitement as the next song came on and Jeongguk recognized instantly and laughed harder at the shocked expression of his hyungs in the back seat.

“Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy! Whine gyal ben’ tight hole gyal den!” She sang and laughed after, joining Jeongguk at the shocked expressions of the two in the back.

“Yahhhhh! We need to go to the Caribbean!” Jimin said.

“HAHAHA!” Jeongguk laughed at Y/N’s laughter. She laughed with her entire body, free and unabashed to everything in the outside world. Adorable.

In her fit of laughter, she settled slowly and grabbed her phone after getting a notification. She had muted her main pages after Jeongguk reposted her video so the only ones she received were her spam pages and personal messaging apps like Whatsapp and iMessage. She opened Whatsapp and saw that it was the group chat with her friends. Ana, Taylese, Anwar and Dorian, a Trinidadian boy that befriended her during orientation. She smiled widely as she looked at the flyer he had sent.

“Looks like there’s a party on this month. Still down?” she asked the trio. Yoongi and Jimin looked and one another, Jimin had mischief in his eyes and Yoongi rolled his in response.

“We’ll be there” Jeongguk said with a smile on his face. Hybe building came into view and Y/N could feel the nerves coming on again as she watched him drive in to what looked like a private lot and parked expertly. “Gaja” he unbuckled his seatbelt as he spoke and gave her a soft look of comfort as he noticed her nervousness. The duo had already started getting out so Y/N let out a breath and nodded her head and mentally prepared herself. It was time to face the music.

[...]

Jeongguk had not let go of Y/N’s hand even though they were already in his studio. He had practice to go to soon and the pair had decided that she would stay here. Jeongguk would have preferred to have her with him the entire time, but his girl was shy and the last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable. After meeting the other members, Jeongguk couldn’t help but feel smug at how much they had liked her after a brief conversation. Namjoon had immediately gone deep diving into her content and made her promise to get him a copy before it sold out again. The praise she received had her cheeks hurting by the time she had sat on the couch from smiling so much.

She watched as Jeongguk placed the food he had ordered on the coffee table in front of them.

“I knew they would love you” Jeongguk said as he sat down next to her and separated the food and handed her, her portion. A small gesture that had her heart fluttering.

“Thanks.”

“I got your car sorted” he said in between bites.

“Hmmmm” she conveyed her gratitude as best as she could with a mouth full of food. Jeongguk’s nose crinkled and he let out a slight chuckle at her expression while chewing.

“Are you free tomorrow?” he asked after finishing his bite. She turned to him and swallowed the food in her mouth, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“I’m free for the most part, just have to finishing touches on my video for the month. Why?”

“I want to take you on a date” he said softly. He stared deeply into her eyes as he spoke and her breath hitched at the intensity of his brown orbs.

“O-ok” she stuttered. He smiled at her sweetly and leaned over, planting a kiss on her cheek. She blinked quickly at the gesture and felt her face flame and did her best to conceal her giddiness. She went back to eating her food, refusing to make eye contact with him and Jeongguk laughed softly at the effect he had on her.

They chatted in between bites for the next 20 minutes about any and everything. He asked her more about her home and admired the way her eyes lit up when she talked about the sights and the people. He could tell she was a little homesick and his mind was already churning with ideas, maybe they could take a trip together when their schedules aligned. He hoped that would be soon but doubted it with the upcoming tour.

“I miss my family sometimes. My grandmother has a shop in Nassau and I would work there during the summer with my sister.”

“Only summer?”

“Hmm. We’re from a different island. Grand Bahama” she replied. He tilted his head and she giggled at his little quirk.

“My country is made up of a bunch of islands. It’s normal for people to move to Nassau for work, cause its the capital. They would usually leave their kids with family on the other islands.” Jeongguk’s eyes widened at the new information. It reminded him of Korea and his own experience of having to leave Busan for Seoul to pursue idol life.

“That’s similar to here. I moved to Seoul when I was 13.” Her eyes softened as she looked at him and he felt his heart skip a beat at the tenderness.

“So young. You must have been scared” she said more to herself.

“It worked out in the end” he said wistfully while grabbing her hand and caressing the back of it with his thumb to soothe her.

“I’m glad it did but you were just a kid yknow.” Jeongguk could feel himself falling in love with her. She had echoed what he had been grappling with for the past 15 years, an ache that had only start to settle after his enlistment.

“I’m okay now” he said softly with a smile. He couldn’t help himself. He pulled her into him after gazing at the tender look she had given him. She made a sound of surprise as he pulled her into his lap and gasped when he positioned her to straddle him.

“Oppa” she said with a sigh. She had done so without truly realizing it.

“Aish” he said under his breath. His hands firmly gripped her waist, keeping her in place as his laid on her chest. Tentatively, she brought her hands around his shoulders and hugged him back.

“Hmmmm” he groaned lowly. His entire body relaxed into her and she could feel the way her bones turned lax in his hold. The stayed like this for a moment, no words being exchanged as he moved his face to the crook of her neck and nuzzled it with his nose and sighed deeply.

“Hmmm. You smell so good” his said deeply. His Busan accent had slipped and she suppressed a whimper, clutching the back of his shirt and hugged him tighter. He groaned again while tracing the space between her neck and shoulder with his nose again. He repositioned his hands, one now clutching her hip and the other at the nape of her neck. She whimpered when she felt him kiss the spot softly.

“J-jeongguk” her voice faltered as she said his name. He cursed under his breath at the sound of her voice. He closed his eyes and deeply breathed through his nose to control himself and was failing miserably when she brought one of her hands to his hair. She treaded her fingers through it and grazed his scalp.

“You’re gonna be the death of me” his drawled out while placing multiple kisses along her neck. His was stiff as a rock beneath her and let out a deep groan when she started rotating her hips back and forth.

“F-fuck” she moaned at the friction. He pulled his face from her neck and placed his hands one side of her face. She gasped at he look in his eyes. The cheering does wear impossibly dark and heavy lidded as if he was one second away from consuming her whole.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked. She whimpered at the question.

“Yah! Jeongguk! We have to go bro!”

“Fuck!” Jeongguk said angrily while falling backwards into the couch. He brought her with him, and she whined in frustration, burying her face into his neck at the intrusion.

“Jeongguk!” Jin echoed again.

“Aishh... I’m coming fuck!” he yelled back and they listened as the eldest made a sound of protest behind the door and then silence before hearing his footsteps recede.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can ok. Wait for me?” he said softly while caressing her neck. She nodded her head and reluctantly detached from him. Jeongguk hissed as the friction given to his very noticeable hard on. Y/N bent down to pick up her backpack, figuring it was better to get work done while she waited for him. Jeongguk groaned as he stared at her backside and got up and stood behind her. When she stood, she gasped at his sudden presence as he hugged her from behind and nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck again. She could feel his hardness pressed into her backside and she bit her lip, suppressing a moan.

“Can I stay at your place tonight?” he asked. She turned to him then and hooked her arms around his neck. He gave her a dopey smile and nodded her head in agreement. He hugged her tightly in response, not trusting himself in actually leaving if he had kissed her this time. Placing a kiss on her cheek, he broke their hug and reluctantly left. When the door closed Y/N fell back into the couch and grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. After calming herself a bit she pulled out her materials and got to work with her skin buzzing at the memory of Jeongguk’s touch penetrating her brain.

[...]

It had been 6 hours since he left his studio and now, they were finally done practicing for the day. Jeongguk lay flat out on the floor of the practice room chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, but all he could think about was Y/N. She ran rampant in his mind, the sounds she made in the studio, her smile and bright laughter wrapped around his bones, and held him hostage. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her, the action was involuntary and he was unaware of the quizzical look he was getting from his hyungs who had started to leave.

“Yah Jeongguk! You coming?” His eyes opened at the sound of his leader’s voice. He got up without a word, a dazed look in his eyes as he followed his brothers out of the room. Taehyung and Jin shared a glance after seeing the wide smile on the maknae’s face as he stared at his phone. Jeongguk had put in his Airpods and opened TikTok, scrolling endlessly through the videos of Y/N, edits and posts she had made alike. He heard nothing of what his hyungs said, completely unaware that they were speaking to him until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head and faced Yoongi, brows furrowed in slight annoyance after being pulled from his doomscrolling.

“Yah! Did you hear what we said?”

“Huh?” several sounds ranging from incredulity to amusement sounded from his band members at his response.

“Aigo. You’re really in deep” Hoseok teased.

“We wanted to know if you were coming for dinner” Namjoon said.

“No. I’m hanging out with Y/N for the rest of the day” he responded. He groaned in annoyance at the teasing he received from his response. Rolling his eyes he walked faster, turning into the direction of his studio and said his goodbyes, the sound of his hyungs teasing remarks fading. When he opened the door, he smiled widely at the sight before him. Y/N was on the floor with her laptop, notebook and sticky notes ladened in front of her. She laid on her stomach, les swinging back and forth in the air while she bopped her head slightly to the music coming from her headphones as she typed. She had no idea he had returned, too engrossed in her work to hear the sound of the door opening and closing. He walked slowly towards her and tapped her foot. He laughed as she squealed in surprise before turning around to face him.

“Are you trying to kill me?” She asked jokingly. He laughed in response. She took her headphones off and turned to sit in front of him, then she reached her hands forwards, signaling for him to help her up. He obliged without any difficulty, and she gasped when he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. He sighed in contentment at the feeling of her arms wrapping around his waist, settling into him. After hugging her to his chest for a full minute, he loosened his grip and while still holding her, he pulled away slightly with one hand on her hip and the other on her lower back.

“Ready to go?” he asked softly. She gazed at him for a second, taking in the way his eyes glazed over slightly as he spoke to her.

“Hmm” she said in response. He smiled her in response and brought a hand to her cheek and caressed it with his thumb. He looked reluctant to let her go, parting from her with a sigh. She turned to pack her things with a soft sigh and her heart beating erratically in her chest.

Jeongguk’s skin pebbled with goosebumps as he pulled out of Hybe. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep himself from officially asking her to be his girlfriend. Their moment in the studio running wild in his brain, everything about her called to him, enticing him to think of nothing but her lest she disappeared. He kept his eyes on the road, but he could feel her next to him as she scrolled on her phone. The car was filled with a comfortable silence as he navigated to the streets of Seoul as the sun began to set and his mind racked with how he was going to ask her. Should he wait until their date tomorrow? Or should he listen to his instincts and claim her officially here and now as he drove to his house.

“Y/N” he said. Y/N turned to him a soft smile on her face as he glanced at her before turning his back to the road. His breath hitched before he started worrying his lip piercing, a nervous tick, one that had her furrowing her brows. She put her hand on his that was in rested in between them as he drove one handed and he linked their hands together. He looked to their laced fingers, his tattooed hand larger that hers and felt his nerves settle completely.

“Everything ok?” she asked softly.

“Hmm. I wanted to ask you something...I know we haven’t known each other for that long and with my career and everything—I—What I’m trying to ask is if you would like having me as your boyfriend?” There he said it. His words came out fast and it felt like a weight being lifted off of his chest. Y/N gasped when she registered his words and looked at him with wide eyes.

“I—You’re serious?” she said in disbelief. He glanced at her again and furrowed his brows, taking it as rejection.

“I wouldn’t joke about something like this.”

“Why me?” Jeongguk felt his heart sunk at how small she sounded.

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before...You have a good head on your shoulders. You have a heart bigger than anything in this world and you’re unapologetically yourself regardless of what others think of you and you’re kind. You could’ve taken advantage of me for your own benefit, but that isn’t you. I’ve never trusted anyone so quickly before and you...you make me crazy. The most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my life. That’s why. What do you say?” he spoke each word carefully, a smile widening on his face as he thought about her. In such a small period of time she had burrowed her way into his heart, taking it over and owning him completely. When he glanced at her again he saw tears welling in her eyes and started to panic.

“Don’t cry. I’m so sorry. I’m not—”

“You idiot!...Yes I’ll be your girlfriend” she said with a laugh.

“Aigoooo!” he said with a deep breath, joining in her laughter. Y/N leaned over and kissed his cheek and in response Jeongguk broke out into the goofiest smile she had ever seen.

“I really thought I was gonna have to back out of the tour for a sec. Performing with heartbreak doesn’t sound fun.” She hit his arm in jest and sucked her teeth at his joke. “Speaking of. Are you coming to the first show? And do you want to come on tour with us this summer?” he asked. He was mindful of her still being in school, as much as he would like for her to attend the tour with him.

“I got tickets for the Japanese show. I have a conference to attend at the same time, but I’m free for June.” She had a packed schedule this year. Her increase in online popularity, combined with her upcoming book release left her in an ocean of academic lectures and conferences.

“Conference? Tell me about it” he said excitedly. She smiled widely and went into detail about her trip. Jeongguk listened attentively and felt pride bloom in his chest. She was giving various lectures at 3 universities in Japan, along with speaking at a conference about her upcoming book. He might have been a pop star, and his achievements were no small feat, but the passion it took to be a professional scholar, a successful one at that was an entirely different ball game and, in that moment, being her boyfriend felt like one of the biggest achievements in his life.

[...]

Y/N felt giddy as she did her nighttime routine. They were at her place now after getting her jeep and an overnight bag for him at his place. Jeongguk—her boyfriend—was in the shower and she still couldn’t believe it. He was her a boyfriend. It went beyond his idol status, a factor that left her mind when she was actually in his presence. What really stunned her was just how good of a man he was.

She hadn’t had the best luck, despite only ever having been in 1 serious relationship before. Her ex-boyfriend of 2 years had cheated on her for half of it. He was a little older, 3 years her senior at the time and had gotten his other girlfriend pregnant, when he finally broke the news. She had been blamed for it, due to her being so focused on her studies and her budding YouTube career at the time. Back home it was expected for women to just accept the failings of their partners, cheating included, but her parents had taught her better than that, so she left him and the ideas of love with it.

She had been on dates here and there over years after their breakup but nothing serious came out of it. She didn’t feel the spark and instant connection like she had with Jeongguk, hell she hadn’t any intention of dating at all this year, despite her friends’ urging. She was so focused on herself that the idea of adding a man to the equation seemed like an inconvenience. That didn’t mean she didn’t get lonely or horny, but the idea of putting herself out there and ending up in that situation again dissuaded her, and now her barriers had been broken, and her heart was filled with the man that was currently in her shower. She smiled to herself as she exited her room and went into her kitchen, mind reeling with the doe eyed man.

Jeongguk felt as if he was heaven as he started to get dressed. He smelled just like her after his shower, a fact that sent shivers down his spine. After doing his skincare, he left her bathroom with a stupid grin on his face. He was met with Y/N in the kitchen and his eyes darkened as he gazed upon her. She was in a night dress, nothing extravagant or too revealing but something about her dressed like this sent his thoughts into inappropriate terr. He wondered how easy it would be to pull it up and bury his face into her. He smirked at the thought and cleared his throat as he entered. She turned to him after closing the fridge with a smile.

“Whatchu you making?” he asked while sitting on the stool on the other side of the island.

“Pasta. That ok?” She asked.

“Hmmm.” she smiled in response to him and then went back to her task at hand. He watched her intently as she got into the zone, admiring how beautiful she was as she performed the domestic task. His mind wandered then, envisioning her doing the same in their shared home as his wife, a kid or two running around. He was so fucked. His thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing. She glanced at it and shook her head in amusement at the caller id.

“Answer and put it on speaker for me please.” He obeyed her instructions.

“Wagwan my yute. Weh yuh” Ana asked.

“I jus’ reach home not too long.” Jeongguk could barely understand what was being said but couldn’t help but be intrigued by the way she spoke.

“Hmmm. Weh yuh man? Yuh romp ‘im yet?”

“ANA! He righchea!” The person on the other end laughed loudly and he titled his head in confusion and amusement when she glanced at him shyly.

“Mi bad. Lem muh lef yuh alone. Yuh call muh tomorra, I wan know erryting!”

“Goodbye!” she said with a smile and Jeongguk was curious about the interaction.

“Who’s that?” she looked to him after putting the pasta to boil.

“Ana. She’s one of the friends I made here. You’ll meet her when we go out soon. You still want to come right?”

“Of course! I haven’t partied in ages. I feel like a old man.” she laughed before responding.

“I mean...You are pushing 30.” he gasped in faux offense.

“Yah! 28 is still young!”

“You’re 30 though. Maybe I should be calling you Ahjussi.” He gasped and laughed at her words.

“Yah! You aren’t that much younger you know!” She snickered at his words.

“Babe. Only one of us is turning 30 next year.” he cackled at her words.

He could get used to this.

They made their way to the couch after their playful banter and eating. They had learned a lot more about each other then. She had 2 sibilings and and a gaggle of cousins that she spoke about with bright eyes and a twinge of longing for home. Jeongguk’s mind reeled as he planned a trip with her to her home in his head when their schedules allowed. He also found out that she smoked occasionally, a habit she was trying to quit. He shared that he too was struggling as well, and that he only quit recently but the cravings got to him still.

They now sat on her couch with two glasses of white wine they leisurely sipped on as they chatted. She had her legs stretched out on the couch, her back against the armrest and he lifted them over his thighs, caressing her ankles as he spoke.

“How many languages do you speak?” he asked curiously. He watched as she mulled it over in her hand, doing a mental count with her fingers. His eys widened when she got past 5.

“Technically 7, if I include dialects and creoles.”

“Yahhhh! You’re a fucking genius!” She giggled at his response. “What are they?”

“Standard English, Bahamian creole, Haitian Kreyol, French, Spanish, Korean, and Japanese.”

“Wahhhh! How did you learn?”

“I did study abroad in Japan during ungrad for a year. So I took a few classes and friends...French and Spanish from high school and Kreyol from friends back home.”

“Ahhh! Your brain is insane!” he said in admiration. She giggled.

“Languages were always my special interest growing up.”

“Special interest. You have ADHD too?” he asked with a smile.

“Yes! I got diagnosed as a kid.”

“I got diagnosed recently and everything just made sense!” he said vibrantly.

“You know what’s crazy?...It was always obvious.” He snorted with laughter at her words.

“I’m serious! I watched your videos and lives and you’d be stimming all the time. So cute.” he blushed at her words and put his face in his hands. She laughed at him.

“Wahh!!! Was I the last person to know?”

“Yeah” she said with a face that said duh. He threw his head back and laughed at that.

“What’s your favorite BTS song?”

“Yahhh! That’s impossible to answer!” He snickered at her response.

“Ok. Ok. Top 3!”

“Hmmm...We Are Bulletproof pt2...Aish! This impossible!”

“EHHH! That one is so old!” She gasped at this!

“Hey! That’s one of your best songs!” He shook his head in disagreeance, a smile etched onto his face when she sucked her teeth at him.

“Pass the romote.” he obeyed her resquest. She turned the T.V. on and went to YouTube and felt giddy when she clicked onto the music video. Jeongguk made a sound of protest.

“Hajimaaaa! I can’t watch this!” He folded into himself, cringing and she cackled in response and stood up. She started dancing and singing along and laughed loudly when Jeongguk cringed at his teenaged self.

“Iremun Jungkook!”

“YAHHHH! Hajima!!!”

“HAHAHA!” she laughed at him as he cringed.

Despite his embarrassment he tthoroughly enjoyed watching her have fun.

“A fucking masterpiece!” She said in English when she sat down after her performance.

“We were so embarrassing!”

“No no no! Passion! You were passionate!” She argued. He laughed loudly at this and hugged her legs.

“You should perform this on the tour!” he lifted his head up and smiled at her.

“You would like that wouldn’t you?” he teased.

“Yes! No other group can compare!” he laughed at her as she spoke with such conviction despite the wide smile on her face.

“Yah! I don’t even remember the lyrics!” She sucked her teeth in annoyance.

“Aigoo. Your memory is failing already ahjussi!”

“Yah!” he grabbed her and she squealed. They engaged in play fighting, laughter filling her living room. Jeongguk was stronger and bigger than she was and restricted her quickly.

“Yahh!!” she shouted with laughter. He giggled as he pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. She wriggled beneath him, and pouted at him.

“Yah! Jeongguk!” she whined, trying and failing at getting him off.

“Oh? I thought it was ahjussi!” he teased. she sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes with a smile. Her smile turned to a little smirk before she spoke.

“Not ahjussi...but oppa.” his breath hitched at her teasing, causing him to become distracted for a moment. Taking her chance she leaned forward and pecked him on the lips. He gasped, all playfulness being replaced with thick tension as his pupils dialated. She suppressed a whimper that threatened to bubble from her throat as she watch his expression shift. Fuck. He manouvered in between her legs, her thighs spread to accommodate his hips and she moaned softly when she felt his bulge pressed against her.

“Oh? Still think I’m an ahjussi?” he said with a smirk. He watched her eyes flutter as she shook her head no. He couldn’t take it anymore. He kissed her hard, groaning in her mouth and rotated his hips, swallowing each moan that came from her lips as he burrowed his tongue into her mouth. He felt her move against him, chasing his movements to seek her own pleasure. He groaned deeply at the thought and trailed his lips to her neck.

“Hmmm” she moaned as he sucked her neck. He repeated the action all the way to her collarbone before bringing his face to hers again. He sighed at the blissful expression on her face.

“I want to taste you” he whispered before pecking her lips again.

“Please” she whined and he groaned at her response. He lifted her dress above her hips and his nose flared at the sight of her pink underwear. She was soaked.

“Fuckkk.” He cursed at the sight and hooked his fingers around the band of them, carefully taking them off. “Aishhh.” He gripped the back of her knees and folded her legs upward into her chest, earning a gasp from his pretty girl. He looked at her once more, her eyes begging him to take what he wanted. He kissed her inner thighs, leaving marks in his wake before licking a long stripe against her slit. They both moaned at the action and her hands gripped his head.

Y/N moaned helplessly as he devoured her. He alternated between swift flicks of his tongue and sucking her clit, making her head spin and her pussy impossibly wet.

“Yessss.” She moaned out, earning a groan from him. He lapped her pussy with his tongue and her hips bucked uncontrollably as she got closer to the edge.

“B-baby!” he groaned into her cunt as he sped up his movements and relished in her taste as she came over his tongue. Her moans turning into whimpers as she tried to pull his head away from her sensitve clit. He licked her clean before obliging, bringing his face to hers and kissing her messily and she groaned at the taste of her own juices. She gasped into his mouth when she felt him rub her clit with his fingers.

“W-wait” she pleaded. Jeongguk pecked her lips before looking her in the eyes with a smirk, not stopping his movements.

“You want me to stop?”

“I—I” her words faltered when he entered two fingers into her pussy. Her eyes began to flutter shut as he started to finger her. He started slow and then increased his movements, curving upward and hitting her sweet spot each time. She felt him grip her jaw with his free hand.

“Look at me” he whispered.

“Hmmmmm!” she moaned loudly while obeying his command. She struggled to keep them opened and Jeongguk took great pleasure in her fucked-out expression.

“Right there! Fucckkk!” her hips bucked wildly as her words came out slurred. He moved faster, and groaned as her walls started to flutter, announcing how close she was.

“So fucking tight” he drawled out.

“Jeongguk!” she shouted his name as she came. He watched as her eyes rolled back as she came and groaned loudly when he felt her gush around his fingers.

“Fucckkkkk!” he said loudly at the sight of her squirting over his hand. “Good girl.” he kissed her softly and repeated the praise twice more as he slowly pulled his fingers out of her wet cunt. She sighed with her eyes still closed and he felt too pleased with himself at the fucked-out expression on her face. He sucked his fingers, groaning at her taste before cradling her face in his hands.

“Baby. You with me?” he asked softly while caressing her cheeks. She hummed in response as her eyes fluttered open. She sighed when her vision cleared and saw him staring at her so lovingly.

“Fuck” she breathed out with a small laugh. Jeongguk chuckled at her before pecking her lips.

“You ok?” he asked tenderly. She nodded her head yes before glancing below them, motioning to his bulge.

“It’s okay” he said as he expected nothing more from her.

“But I want more.” he groaned at her words as she practically begged.

“Fuck. We can’t, I don’t have condoms.” He replied even though he really wanted to. She kissed him after his response before pulling back with a tiny smirk on her face and whispered.

“It’s ok, I’m on the pill.” He flared his nostrils before lifting her up. She gasped and hooked her legs around his waist as he carried them to her room while they kissed.

Jeongguk laid her on the bed, and they only broke their kiss in between taking their clothes off. She pulled the dress over her head and adjusted her bonnet. She took him in as she watched him undress. His t shirt was the first to go and her pussy clenched at the sight of his muscles and tattoos. She knew that she was in for trouble for her earlier teasing as he smirked at her while removing his shorts. She gasped at the sight of him. She knew he was big, but seeing it made her slightly nervous as she took him in. His cock was sizeable in both girth and length, and it curved upwards, an angry vein on the underside and was darker than his skin, matching the shade of his nipples.

He settled in between her thighs, leaning over her and pressing himself against her cunt. He smiled softly at her as he leaned in and kissed her. Twin sighs leaving their mouths as they kissed passionately. Her hands wrapped around his neck and tugged one his dark hair as his tongue entered her mouth. It was messy and had her dripping along with his movements below. He rotated his hips, grinding his cock against her swollen clit.

“Hmmmm” she moaned into his mouth.

“So beautiful” he uttered with a sigh while tracing his mouth down her neck. His lips traveled to her breasts, groaning at their fullness and marking them without care. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sucking it.

“Jayyyy.” The endearment was said with a whine of frustration. “P-please...please...please” she begged.

“Hmmmm” he said. He released her nipple with a pop and brought his face to hers, a teasing smile on his face. “What?” he chuckled at the pout she gave him in response. “Tell me what want.” he pecked her lips. “And I’ll give it to you.” he repeated the action.

“You know what I want” she said while bucking her hips forward. He groaned softly.

“Say it” he taunted.

“Hmmmm! Fuck me please...please.” He chuckled at her begging. He placed a kiss on her forehead before taking his cock in his hand. He sat back slightly and tapped the tip of it onto her clit, droplets of precum smearing on to her already wet cunt. She whimpered beneath him with furrowed brows and closed eyes. He wasn’t fairing any better with the way he gritted his teeth, so he put them both out of their misery and entered her slowly.

“Fucckkkkkk!” he said loudly, mixing in with her deep moan. Y/N felt as if the wind was knocked out of her at the slow drag of his cock. Tiny gasps left her mouth and she clenched uncontrollably as he sunk in fully, all the way to the hilt. Her eyes fluttered open, barely visible with her heavy lids and she brought her hand forward attempting to run from what she was about to receive. He chuckled at the action and started stroking.

“Oh godddd!” Her back bent as he fucked her deeply. His movements were slow but hard and the tip of his cock hit her sweet spot over and over again as she moaned helplessly, trying and failing at pushing against his abdomen. Jeongguk grunted with each thrust taking in the way she went dumb on his cock.

“Move your hand” he taunted. She moaned in response, already shaking as she shook her head, unable to discern what it was that she was pleading for. He bent her legs more, pressing her knees into her shoulders and started to fuck her faster.

“Oh!Oh!Oh! Fuckkkk!” She moaned loudly.

"Keep your eyes open." He said to her. She obeyed him and moaned louder when she looked at him.

"Jayyyy!"

“Fuck... Fuck. Fucking made for me!” He pressed his forehead to hers as hips moved faster. Her walls clenched around him tightly as she came with a keen. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, and he felt her cum around him.

“Ahhhhhh. Hmmmmmm!” she moaned and he moaned loudly in response as his movements slowed while she came down from her high. Her body shook as he stilled inside of her.

“J-Jay” she whispered as her eyes started to open. He kissed her softly.

"My good girl" he whispered. She moaned softly and he rolled his hips forward again, fucking her slowly. She whimpered and her eyes rolled in the back of her head before fluttering shut.

"No no, keep your eyes open. Look at me while I fuck you." She whined in response and obeyed him but could not control the way her body trembled.

His stare was intense, filled with adoration and lust. She clenched around him causing him to curse, his breaths coming out heavier as he tried to stave off his orgasm. He wanted her to cum again before he filled her to the brim. His thrusts were slow and deep, and she felt him everywhere.

"I want you to cum for me again. Keep your eyes on mine as you cum." His words were whispered like a prayer.

“I-I can’t.” Tears welled in the corner of her eyes as she moaned out, pleasure consuming her.

“Yes you can...You can take it.” He thrusted faster as he spoke and she let out a silent scream, struggling to obey his words. Soon enough, she moaned deeply and he watched with great pleasure as she came. "That's it, good girl, my sweet girl." He lauded her with praises as she came. "I'm gonna pound you now. Gonna fill you with my cum. You would like that wouldn't you sweet girl?" She let out a broken cry as he made good on his promise, she was still cumming as he increased his speed, still reaching deep inside of her. "Gonna ruin this pretty pussy. You’re mine, all mine." She moaned loudly in response.

"All yours! Yesssss." Her body shook as he fucked her.

He was growling as he tried to fend off his orgasm wanting to draw this out longer. His face contorted in a snarl, eyes alight as he felt her fluttering around him as she was close to the edge once more. Her eyes started to close again but he did not allow it.

"I told you to keep them on me while I fuck you." He held her chin in his hand. The weight of it wasn't harsh but it was firm enough for her to comply as she feared he would stop.

The sensations became too much as she felt his cock head nudge her sweet spot over and over. She came harder this time, squirting over his cock.

“Fuckkkkkk!” Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she moaned and she could not help the pathetic way his name fell from her lips as she felt him cum inside her, thick ropes of his cum burying into her cunt.

“Y/N. Y/N! Y/N F-Fuckkkkk!” he moaned loudly in her ear. They panted heavily and Y/N’s body felt light as it shook slightly. He planted kisses to her neck and trailed them upwards, pecking her cheek before moving to her lips. He was still inside her and gazed upon her lovingly as she whimpered with closed eyes. She was gone. Completely entranced after their passionate love making. Jeongguk smiled and nudged her nose with his until she opened her eyes and looked at him. She sighed when her eyes met his and couldn’t help the dopey smile she gave him.

“You ok?” he asked softly, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

“Hmmm” she said. he chuckled at her sleepy response, before pecking her once more and pulled out of her slowly. They sighed together and he watched the mess he had made pooled out of her as he pulled out slowly.

“Fuckk” he whispered. His cock twitched, threatening to harden again but he knew she couldn’t handle anymore right now. He placed a hand on her stomach and rubbed softly to rouse her as her eyes had fluttered closed once more. Cute.

“Hmmm” he chuckled at her response, too fucked out to say a word.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. Ok?” She pouted at him but allowed him to lift her bridal style. She was half asleep in his arms as he carried her to the bathroom and Jeongguk felt his heart swell as she nuzzled into him.

that couldn’t be him, you thought. he had to have moved on to another city. he couldn’t still be here. he couldn’t be in the same room as you. this handsome, brunette boy in this club couldn’t be your bias.

but his piercings were too identical to jungkook’s. this man was dressed just like jungkook, and when his right hand reached up to scratch his face—

holy shit. it was him. 

you could recognize those tattoos from anywhere. the ARMY, the heart, the various colorful tattoos that you recognized one by one as your eyes trailed up his arm. your mouth went dry.

you had to sit down in your friends’ booth before your knees buckled. this can’t be happening. this can not be happening. you immediately felt self conscious about everything. you didn’t spend enough time on your hair. your dress was so boring. did your makeup melt off? you really hoped it didn’t. you frantically reapplied your lip gloss just in case.

your friend tapped you on the shoulder, “are you okay?”

you tried your best to sound natural, “of course, why?”

“you look like you just saw a ghost,” she giggled.

“i’m fine,” you insisted.

she turned back to the rest of your friend group.

you glanced at jungkook again. he was with some friends, ordering at the bar. he yawned. 

you looked away, staring at the wall as you yawned. you swallowed, really hoping he didn’t see that. your fingers fumbled with the hem of your dress.

you couldn’t do this. you needed a walk. “i’m gonna go… get some air,” you blurted to your friends, your voice cracking on the last syllable.

“want me to go with you?” a friend asked.

“no,” you said too fast as you got up and practically ran to the exit.

as you turned to get up, you made direct eye contact with jungkook.

he was staring. not in your direction, not at your booth. at you.

this can’t be happening.

your eyes widened. you scurried towards the door, the number of people around you getting smaller and the music getting fainter the closer you got.

you felt a big hand grab your arm. you almost gasped when you turned to him.

jungkook. 

you froze like a deer in headlights, “hello?”

he looked more handsome in person, his silver lip piercings slightly reflecting the dim light. his eyes glistened so perfectly your heart ached. he was everything you thought he’d be and more.

he broke the silence, “you were staring at me.”

“no.” you lied, turning to leave.

“you yawned right after me,” he grabbed your arm again.

“i was tired,” you muttered, “who are you?”

you didn’t know why you asked that. you definitely knew who he was.

his eyes narrowed, “you don’t know who i am?”

you forced a scoff, “should i?”

he shrugged, “you stared at me like you did.”

you tried to step to the side to pass him. he mirrored you.

“i said i was tired,” you muttered.

“and i said you were staring at me.”

you huffed, looking up at him.

big mistake. he was close. your heart pounded.

his skin looked so perfect. don’t stare don’t stare don’t stare—

“what do you want?” you tried to use a demanding tone, but your voice was too shaky.

he looked at you up and down, “still trying to figure that out.”

you bit your lip. he stepped closer. you backed into a wall. big mistake.

“you know, most people just come up and say hi.”

your heart dropped.

“i-i’m not most people,” you softly shot back.

his expression shifted to something softer, more intrigued.

“you just looked…” you started.

breathtaking. divine. amazing. 

“weird,” you finished.

“weird?” he echoed.

“yep.”

he stepped closer into your space. you could smell his cologne. 

he had a smug glint in his eyes, “you’re nervous.”

your eyebrows furrowed, “i’m not.”

he chuckled, “you are such a bad liar, you know that?”

his eyes shifted down to your lips. your breath hitched. he brushed his thumb against the corner of your mouth, “your lip gloss smudged.”

you didn’t speak. you couldn’t.

“you say you’re not nervous,” his fingers slid from your lip to your wrist, “but why are you shaking?”

you hadn’t noticed until he said it.

“i…” you trailed off.

he grinned, and it was probably the most beautiful thing you’d seen in your life.

your breath stuttered. stupid, traitorous warmth spread through you.

“you’re weird.”

“you grabbed me first,” you grumbled.

“yeah,” his eyes flicked to your lips again, “i did.”

and then he kissed you. no warning, no buildup, he just kissed you.

none of this felt real. you wondered when you would wake up in your bed, realizing you had the best dream of your life.

you kissed him back harder than you thought you would, hands finding his face and pulling him closer. he obliged, deepening the kiss.

when he pulled back for air, he didn’t go far. his forehead almost touched yours.

“you always kiss strangers like that?” he asked.

your brain stalled. you almost laughed. if only he knew.

“do you always grab girls in clubs like that?” you muttered.

his grin didn’t falter. if anything, it softened, eyes flicking over your face like he was trying to memorize it.

“only the ones who stare at me like that.”

your heart fluttered stupidly at that.

his hands were still on your waist. he hadn’t moved them. you hadn’t asked him to. the music thumped faintly through the walls, but out here it felt quiet. too quiet. like the world had narrowed down to just this. his hands, his breath, the way he was looking at you like you were something worth figuring out.

you swallowed, your gaze dropping to his lips again. big mistake. his thumbs stilled against your waist.

“…you’re doing it again,” he murmured.

heat flooded your face. you looked away quickly, shaking your head.

“i’m not…”

“you are,” he said softly, like he wasn’t even teasing anymore.

your chest felt tight. this wasn’t how this was supposed to go. you weren’t supposed to be here, pressed against a wall, being looked at like this by someone you had spent years—

“what’re you thinking about?”

“you’re just—” you cut yourself off.

he tilted his head slightly. “just what?”

perfect. beautiful. everything.

“annoying,” you finished weakly.

he huffed out a quiet laugh, but his eyes didn’t leave your face.

“yeah,” he murmured, unconvinced. “that’s not it.”

you didn’t respond.

you couldn’t.

because the longer he looked at you like that, the harder it was to remember how to act normal. how to pretend you didn’t know the way his voice sounded at three in the morning, soft through a screen. how to pretend this wasn’t something you had imagined a hundred times before.

his hand shifted slightly, sliding a little higher on your waist. not enough to be inappropriate, just enough to make your breath catch.

“you don’t act like you know me,” he said quietly.

your stomach dropped.

“because i don’t,” you whispered.

another lie.

he studied you for a long moment, eyes searching your face like he was trying to catch you in it.

“…right,” he said finally, but he didn’t sound convinced.

your heart pounded. say something. anything.

“why did you follow me?” you asked instead.

his lips curved, just a little.

“you ran away.”

you blinked. “i didn’t run.”

“you did,” he said easily. “and you looked like you were about to pass out.”

you felt your face heat up again. “i was fine.”

“mhm.”

he didn’t believe you. of course he didn’t. you let out a small breath, your shoulders relaxed just a little despite yourself.

“i just needed air.”

“so did i,” he said.

you frowned slightly. “you seemed fine.”

“yeah,” he said, eyes flicking down to your lips again, “but then i saw you leave.”

your heart skipped.

oh.

oh.

you didn’t know what to do with that. the silence stretched again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. it was… heavy. warm. like something was building between you and neither of you wanted to be the one to break it.

his fingers flexed slightly against your waist.

“what’s your name?” he asked.

your breath caught. this was it. this was where it became real. this was where you ruined everything. you hesitated.

his brows pulled together just a little, like that wasn’t the reaction he expected “what?” he said softly.

“i just…” you trailed off, your voice small. “i don’t think i should.”

he blinked, surprised.

“why not?”

because if you told him, this would end.

because if you told him, he might realize.

because this—whatever this was—felt too good to be real, and you didn’t want it to stop.

you shook your head, looking down.

“i just don’t want this to be weird.”

he watched you carefully, something shifting in his expression again. softer. more serious.

“it’s already weird,” he said quietly.

you let out a small, breathy laugh.

“yeah,” you admitted.

his thumb brushed lightly against your side, absentminded.

“then don’t tell me,” he said after a moment. “my name is jungkook.”

you looked up at him, surprised.

he held your gaze for a moment before one of his hands left your waist, reaching into his pocket.

your heart stuttered at the loss of contact.

he pulled out his phone, unlocking it quickly before taking your hand—gentler this time—and placing it in yours.

your fingers trembled slightly.

“put your number in,” he said.

you stared at the screen like it might disappear.

this wasn’t real. this couldn’t be real.

“…why?” you asked softly.

his lips twitched, like he found the question funny.

“because i want to see you again.”

your chest tightened.

you glanced up at him, searching his face for any hint that he didn’t mean it.

there wasn’t one. he looked… sure. like this was the easiest decision he’d made all night.

“unless,” he added, quieter now, “you’re gonna pretend you don’t want that either.”

your heart melted completely. you looked back down at his phone, your vision blurring slightly as you typed your number in with shaky fingers.

you handed his phone back to him. your fingers brushed. you almost forgot how to breathe. he glanced at the screen, saving it, then looked back at you.

“mystery girl,” he read under your contact, a small smile tugging at his lips.

you huffed out a soft laugh. “you’re annoying.”

“yeah,” he said, stepping just a little closer again, like he couldn’t help himself, “you said that.”

your heart was beating so fast it hurt.

“i meant it.”

“sure you did.”

his gaze dropped to your lips again. slower this time. more deliberate. your breath hitched.

“i’ll text you,” he murmured.

you nodded, barely. “okay.”

neither of you moved. not really. just stood there, too close, like neither of you wanted to be the first to step away.

his hand lingered at your waist for a second longer before he finally let it fall. the absence felt immediate. cold.

he took a small step back, but his eyes stayed on you.

“don’t run off again,” he said.

you swallowed.

“…i won’t.”

his smile came back, softer this time.

“good.”

and then he turned, walking back toward the door—

before glancing over his shoulder one last time like he wanted to make sure you were still there. exactly where he left you.

・・・・・

jungkook had never dated anyone like you before.

you were strange, a little evasive, but when he finally got you to open up, you were nothing like he expected.

he didn’t think about you in a normal way anymore. that was the problem. it had started as curiosity. this girl in a club who looked at him like she recognized him but refused to admit it. now it had turned into something quieter, more constant. like a habit he couldn’t drop.

you.

you, who still wouldn’t call him first sometimes but always answered immediately when he texted.

you, who pretended not to know things about him and then accidentally hummed songs from his older albums when you thought he wasn’t listening.

you, who acted shy with him like you weren’t always the one trying to get closer to him.

jungkook laid on his hotel bed, phone in hand, staring at your name.

you: are you awake?

it was almost 2 am in your time zone. why were you up? he smiled before he even realized it.

jungkook: what’s up?

there was a pause.

you: i can’t sleep

he exhaled through his nose, turning onto his side.

jungkook: come here then

another pause. longer this time. he could practically feel you thinking through the screen.

you: i’m literally across the country

jungkook: i know

jungkook: still want you here. haven’t seen you face to face in weeks

the typing bubble appeared immediately.

disappeared. appeared again.

he pictured your face exactly in that moment. how your lips would press together when you were trying not to overthink something.

you: that’s not fair

he laughed softly to himself.

jungkook: it’s very fair

jungkook: you started this. want a red eye or do you want your beauty sleep?

another pause.

you: i hate you

he smiled wider.

jungkook: no you don’t

he was right, and you both knew it.

when he flew you out for the first time, you were nervous when you saw him at the airport. you just stood there for a second too long, staring at him like you were trying to confirm he was real. 

then you walked straight into him. no hesitation, arms around his neck, face buried against his shoulder like you belonged there.

“hi,” you mumbled.

jungkook laughed into your hair, tightening his hold around your waist.

“hi,” he said back, softer.

you smelled like your perfume and airport air and something distinctly you that he couldn’t describe. you pulled back just enough to look at him.

“you look tired,” you said immediately, voice slightly raspy.

“i just flew twelve hours,” he said.

you nodded seriously. “that’ll do it.”

then you reached up and fixed his hair like it was the most natural thing in the world. jungkook froze for half a second. then he leaned into your touch without thinking.

that was the first time he realized it.

you didn’t treat him like jungkook. you treated him like him.

the days blurred after that. you stayed in the city while he was on tour, slipping into his schedule like you had always been part of it.

you didn’t ask for much. you just showed up. you sat in dressing rooms while he got ready, legs curled under you, quietly scrolling on your laptop while he talked around you. sometimes you’d look up and just… watch him.

not in that overwhelming way from the club. in a soft way. like you were learning him.

“what?” he’d ask once, catching you.

you’d blink. “nothing.”

“you’re staring again.”

you’d shrug, unbothered. “you’re interesting.”

that had made him pause.

no one had ever called him that.

not like that.

after shows, you were always waiting.

not backstage screaming. just there. hoodie oversized, hair slightly messy, holding something small for him—water, food, a dumb little snack you found nearby.

he started looking for you in crowds without meaning to. and every time he found you, your face would soften like you forgot everything else existed. that expression did something to him.

every time.

you were strange in a way he didn’t know how to categorize. you didn’t fawn over him. you didn’t ask for pictures. you didn’t even really talk about what he did unless he brought it up.

instead, you talked about random things.

the way clouds looked different in each city. how you thought certain songs felt like specific temperatures. he didn’t always understand you. but he always wanted to.

one night, after a show, you were sitting on his hotel bed while he stood by the window, half-dressed.

you were talking about something ridiculous again. he wasn’t really listening to the words. just you. your hands moved when you spoke. your voice softened when you got sleepy. your eyes kept drifting to him like it was instinct.

“you’re doing it again,” you said suddenly.

he looked over. “doing what?”

you pointed at him. “that thing where you look at me like i’m gonna disappear.”

“i don’t—”

“you do.”

you both paused.

“why?”

he walked over slowly and sat beside you.

the mattress dipped under his weight. he didn’t answer right away. instead, he looked at you properly. 

you blushed, breaking eye contact.

“you’re different,” he said finally.

you hummed. “that’s not an answer,” you mumbled.

he smiled a little, “it is for me.”

you shifted closer without thinking, like it was muscle memory now. “good different?” you asked.

his gaze dropped to your lips for a second before coming back up. “yeah,” he said softly. “good different.”

you nodded like that was enough. then you leaned your head against his shoulder. and jungkook thought, absurdly, quietly that he could get used to this.

you, like this. you, next to him. you, staying.

and for the first time in a long time, jungkook wasn’t thinking about what came next. he was just thinking about you not leaving.

he was falling, deeper and deeper as the months of the tour passed.

when the it was over, he didn’t even hesitate to fly back with you to your city.

it was bliss. going out on dates, tipsily stumbling into his airbnb, making out on the couch. he felt himself falling for you every time he looked into your pretty eyes. he didn’t want to push you, but he really wanted to come over to your place.

tonight, you two were out at a lounge together, a place you told him was your favorite. you wore the cutest pink top with a skirt that had his head spinning.

you had requested a private room, knowing he’d probably want privacy. 

the hostess closed the door behind you, the noise of the lounge softening into a distant hum.

it was quieter in here with just the two of you. you slipped your shoes off the moment you stepped inside, tucking them neatly by the couch before settling down like you’d been here a hundred times before.

“i like this one,” you murmured, running your fingers over the soft fabric of the seat.

jungkook watched you for a second before taking off his shoes and sitting across from you.

“…you come here a lot?” he asked.

you shook your head, smiling a little.

“not really,” you admitted, glancing up at him. “but i thought you’d like it.”

something in his chest shifted at that.

you didn’t say it like you were trying to impress him. you said it like it mattered to you.

you didn’t stay across from him. you never did. after a moment, you shifted, moving beside him instead, your thigh brushing his as you settled in. closer than necessary. jungkook exhaled softly through his nose.

“…couldn’t see me from over there?” he murmured.

you shook your head, blushing softly. “i just like being closer,” you said, quieter now. your shoulder leaned into his. you didn’t move.

your hand found his sleeve again, fingers tracing lightly over the fabric before slipping lower, slower this time, until your fingers brushed his.

hesitated.

then laced with his.

jungkook stilled. your thumb moved over his knuckles, slow, absentminded, but it didn’t feel absentminded to him. nothing about you did.

you leaned in slightly, your chin brushing his shoulder as you looked out at the room, but your body stayed angled toward him.

toward him.

always toward him.

“it’s nice in here,” you whispered. your breath ghosted against his neck.

jungkook swallowed. “yeah,” he said, lower now. “it is.”

that was when you planted a soft kiss onto his neck. then his jaw. then his cheek.  he turned to face you, and you captured his lips in a sweet, soft kiss. you pulled back, giggling like you were proud of yourself.

“what’d i do to deserve that?” he teased.

“nothing,” you replied, “just felt like it.”

he didn’t know if it was the drinks or the room, but something about you felt warmer. softer. his hand slid from your hand to your thigh. the skin was smooth.

slowly, as you rambled and you two drank, he drifted his fingers higher and higher up your thigh. you let him do it.

he paused when the back of his hand brushed against your panties. they were soaked through. your eyes widened.

“you’re excited.”

your eyes widened. you buried your face in your hands.

“ah-ah,” he tutted. “let me see you.”

he brought your hands down, your wide, glossy eyes staring up at him. 

“that’s my girl.”

your breath hitched. he felt you get wetter.  his pants were suddenly tight. he slightly pressed his fingers against your clit through the fabric. you let out a high pant.

“so sensitive,” he teased as he lazily pressed harder.

you squirmed under his touch, your hips shifting in a desperate attempt for more friction. a soft whimper escaped your lips as he continued to tease you through the fabric.

"look at you," jungkook murmured, his voice low and husky. "so needy already. i've barely touched you."

his fingers traced the outline of your panties, deliberately avoiding where you wanted him most. your breath hitched when he finally hooked a finger under the fabric, pulling it aside to reveal your glistening folds.

"all this for me?" he chuckled, his eyes darkening with desire. "you really are something else."

without warning, he slid a finger inside you, and you gasped at the sudden intrusion. your walls clenched around him immediately, drawing him deeper.

"so tight," he groaned, adding another finger. "and so fucking wet. you've been thinking about this, haven't you?"

you could only nod, your eyes fluttering shut as he began to move his fingers in a slow, deliberate rhythm. his thumb found your clit, circling it with just enough pressure to make you see stars.

"open your eyes," he commanded, his voice firm but not harsh. "i want to see you."

you struggled to obey, your heavy lids fighting to stay open as waves of pleasure washed over you. when you finally managed to focus on him, you were met with a smug, confident smirk that made your stomach flutter.

"that's it," he praised, curling his fingers just right. "taking my fingers so well."

your response was a broken moan as he increased his pace, his thumb working faster against your sensitive nub. the coil in your stomach tightened rapidly, threatening to snap at any moment.

"not yet," he warned, sensing how close you were. "i want to hear you beg first."

"please," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "jungkook, please..."

"please what?" he teased, slowing his movements almost to a stop. "use your words, baby."

"please let me come," you begged, tears of frustration and pleasure welling in your eyes. "i need it so badly..."

he considered you for a moment, his expression unreadable. then, without warning, he plunged his fingers back inside you, hitting that perfect spot over and over again as his thumb pressed firmly against your clit.

"come for me then," he commanded. "all over my fingers."

the permission was all you needed. your back arched off the couch as your orgasm crashed over you, intense and overwhelming. you cried out his name as waves of pleasure pulsed through your body, your walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers. you came hard, soaking them.

“aw, baby,” he teased, slipping his fingers out, “made a mess all in your panties, didn’t you?”

he kissed your forehead, “don’t worry. we’ll have you all cleaned up when we get home.”

you didn’t look disheveled, but there was a distinct haze in your eyes that wasn’t there before. you put your head on his shoulder, your hair brushing against his neck.

when the server came back, he paid the bill without even giving you a chance to suggest splitting, you murmuring a soft “thank you,” planting a kiss onto his cheek, something he was beginning to crave.

the ride to your house was short. 

you both were slightly tipsy, but jungkook was coherent enough to drive, one hand on the wheel and one on your thigh.

your apartment was humble and simply decorated. you didn’t give him much time to look at it before you kissed him.

when you walked him to your room, he wasn’t paying attention, more focused on you and deepening this kiss.

the room had posters scattered all over the walls, typical for a young person. 

until he noticed one specific one. 

it was a bts poster. not just any old picture, he knew exactly when the picture was taken. he was twenty-four, and the group was about to go on hiatus. he was mid laugh, and he remembered namjoon making some joke that cracked him up. namjoon was always funny to him.

his lips lost all rhythm.

you weren’t some girl who didn’t know who he was. you were a fan.

his mind raced. did you plan this? was he stupid? the signs were right there.

his heart dropped. 

you never wanted him, you wanted the idea of him. the idea of being with a pop star. jungkook swallowed.

how could he not see it? the way you stared at him in that club. your evasiveness. your nervousness.

he pulled back, your shirt slipping off your shoulder. you responded with a confused look. he just kept staring at the poster. 

“jungkook, what—“ you cut yourself off when you saw what he was looking at. your smile dropped.

he looked down at you, and he saw horror behind your wide eyes.

“how long?” 

“i…” you trailed off. you looked away from him in an attempt on retain composure, “i was going to tell you, b-but i got scared and…”

you kept going, but he stopped listening. he should be terrified. angry that you didn’t say what you were. storm out of your room and block you.

but your room smelled like cocoa and vanilla. 

your eyes became glossy with unshed tears.

and he knew he was in too deep to stay upset.

“…i want you to know that i never cared about the money or the fame, i just wanted—“

he interrupted your trembling words with a kiss. not a normal one—one that said i don’t care. i want you. 

your taste was addicting, like the fruity drink you ordered at the lounge. your lips were the softest he’d ever kissed.

he walked you to your fluffy pink bed as he kissed you like he was drinking you in. his tongue explored your mouth freely. you laid back on the bed. he crawled over you.

he couldn’t comprehend it. how could someone like you—someone so beautiful, funny, charismatic, shy, strange, stubborn, perfect—sit in your pretty little room and listen to his music religiously enough to have a poster up in your room?

he pulled back, a string of saliva the last thing that connected your swollen lips to his.

“jungkook…” you whispered.

“baby, you’ve really been a fan of me this whole time?”

you nodded, slightly dazed, “i’ve been a fan since 2018.”

that was when he snapped.

he slid your hands up and under his shirt to feel the hard planes of his torso. maintaining eye contact, you slid his shirt up further and further until he lifted his big arms and let you fully take it off.

you studied him for too long, eyes trailing his wide shoulders and muscular torso. your pupils dilatad. goosebumps crawled up his arms.

he hadn’t ever been more grateful than then that he stayed consistent at the gym.

when he got up to take off his pants, you got the memo and slipped off your clothing.

he turned back to you. you were bare, laying back against the bed. he froze. not because of your body. because of you.

you weren’t trying to be anything. you weren’t posing, weren’t hiding, weren’t performing. you just looked up at him, soft and a little shy, like you didn’t even realize what you were doing to him.

like you didn’t know how beautiful you were.

jungkook’s breath caught in his chest.

for a second, he didn’t move at all.

his eyes traced you slowly, almost reverently, like he was afraid if he rushed it, the moment would break. the soft curve of you against the sheets, the way your hair fanned out beneath you, the warmth in your gaze that was still fixed on him. 

“hey,” you murmured, your voice small, a little uncertain under the weight of his stare.

that snapped something in him.

he stepped closer without thinking, slower this time, like he was approaching something fragile. something sacred.

his hand reached out, hesitating just for a second before brushing lightly against your arm.

“you’re…” he started, then stopped, his throat tightening.

he let out a quiet breath, shaking his head slightly, almost in disbelief.

“…you’re so pretty,” he finished, softer than anything he’d said all night.

his strong hands flipped you onto your stomach with ease. you let out a soft gasp.

you arched your back almost instinctively. he bit his lip, lining up.

“are you sure you want this?” he whispered.

you nodded eagerly, “i need it.”

that was when he pressed inside. you were so tight, he had to fight the urge to come right then and there. 

your walls clenched around him. his vision blurred at the edges. he let out a ragged groan, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. he started to move, a slow, deep rhythm that stole the air from your lungs. each withdrawal was a sweet agony, each return a blissful homecoming. you could feel every thick inch of him, the vein pulsing on the underside of his shaft as he dragged against your sensitive inner walls.

he leaned over you, his hot breath fanning across the back of your neck, the silver of his lip piercing a cool contrast against your flushed skin. "fuck," he let out, his voice a low, strained rumble. "you feel... you feel like you were made for me." his hands, large and warm, slid up your back, tracing the curve of your spine before his fingers tangled in your hair at the nape. he didn't pull, just held you, a grounding, possessive touch that made you whimper.

you pushed back into him, meeting his thrusts, a silent plea for more. he understood. his pace quickened, the sound of skin meeting skin filling your room, a sound that mingled with your soft cries and his harsh breaths. the coil in your belly wound tighter, impossibly tight, a spring ready to snap. "jungkook," you gasped, his name a prayer on your lips as your fingers scrabbled for purchase on your pink sheets. "i can't... it's too much."

"no, baby," he rasped, his rhythm becoming more deliberate, more punishing. he angled his hips, and the next thrust hit that spot deep inside you that made stars explode behind your eyes. "you can take it. you will take it." his free hand snaked around your hip, his fingers finding your clit, swollen and slick from your last orgasm. he circled it once, twice, a feather-light touch that was your undoing. 

jungkook knew he was wrong. 

he had you bent over on your own bed, your cheek rubbing against your pink pillow as he thrusted into you again. 

he looked up at your walls, several bts posters scattered throughout them. your shelf had a stack of albums. he even noticed a cooky plush on your bed. 

“sweet girl,” he murmured, tattooed hand gripping your hip to get a new angle, “‘got my posters all over your room.”

a blush crawled up your neck as you arched your back further.

“i wanted this for so long,” you whined.

“i know, baby, i know,” his voice was rough with a cocky edge. he snapped his hips harder to hear the little whimper you let out. “never thought your bias would split you open like this, huh?”

you shook your head.

he picked up his pace. you let out a soft, breathy moan, fingers clutching the soft sheets, voice all sweet and trembling like melted sugar. “jungkook… right there—please…”

he tugged a your hair, “yeah? you’ve been such a good girl for me. saving this sweet pussy just for me? dripping all over my cock because your favorite finally noticed you… so fucking cute. you gonna cum for me? gonna make a mess on the dick you’ve fantasized about for years?”

his filthy words made you clench around him. your voice came out even softer, shy and adoring, almost whispering it into the pillow, “mhm… just for you.”

something in the way you said it; so gentle, so genuinely sweet and full of pure affection. hit him right in the chest. his rhythm faltered for half a second, then he pulled out with a wet sound, making you whine at the sudden emptiness.

“turn over,” he ordered, voice thick but urgent. “now. i need to see your face.”

you obeyed instantly, rolling onto your back with those big soft eyes looking up at him, cheeks flushed pink, lips swollen and parted in a little gasp. your hair was messy against the pillow, and the way you looked up at him, all shy and adoring, made his cock twitch hard.

he pushed your thighs apart and slid back inside you in one smooth thrust, groaning at how warm and wet you still were. “there she is, my girl. fuck, look at that face. so pretty for me.“

you reached up, soft hands cupping his face, voice like honey as he started moving again, deep and steady, “jungkook?”

“yeah?”

“i think i love you.”

he froze. the words hung in the air, delicate and devastating. it wasn't the breathy, sex-fueled confession he was used to, the kind whispered in the dark by girls who loved the idea of him. this was different. your eyes, wide and sincere, held no trace of fantasy. you meant it.

"don't," he warned, his voice dropping an octave, losing all its playful arrogance. he started moving again, but the rhythm was different. slower, deeper, almost punishing. "don't say that."

"but it's true," you whispered, your thumbs stroking his cheeks. "i've loved you for so long. even before this. i just... i never thought i'd get to tell you."

every word was a tiny, perfect needle, pricking at the armor he'd spent years building. he looked away from your eyes, his gaze landing on a poster of himself above your headboard—his younger, softer self staring back. the irony was suffocating. he was fucking his fan on a bed surrounded by his own face, and she was telling him she loved him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"you don't love me," he grunted, his hips snapping a little harder, trying to force the intimacy back into the physical. "you love this. you love the idea of getting fucked by your bias."

"i love you," you repeated, stronger this time, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. "i love your voice. i love the way you laugh. i love how hard you work. and i love how you feel inside me right now."

he cursed, a low, guttural sound torn from his throat. he buried his face in your neck, his hot breath fanning against your skin. he was losing control. this was supposed to be a conquest, a bit of fun, a story to maybe tell the guys later if he was drunk enough. it wasn't supposed to be this. it wasn't supposed to feel like this.

"look at me," you pleaded softly, your fingers tangling in his hair. "please, jungkook."

he resisted for a moment, then slowly lifted his head. your eyes were glassy with unshed tears, but your expression was full of nothing but adoration. it was terrifying.

"say something," you whispered.

"what do you want me to say?" his voice was raw, vulnerable in a way he hadn't allowed himself to be in years. "that i love you too? i don't even know you."

"you know me," you insisted, your voice trembling slightly. "you're seeing all of me right now. this is me. this is my room. this is my heart."

he groaned and kissed you then, hard and desperate. it wasn't a kiss of passion, but of surrender. he poured all his confusion, his frustration, and the terrifying spark of something he refused to name into it. when he pulled back, his forehead was resting against yours.

“fuck,” he rasped between kisses, “i love you too.”

you pulled back. your eyes widened in disbelief, eyes wet with unshed tears, “really?”

“mhm,” he murmured, going in for another soft, wet kiss.

he pulled back, studying you for a moment. his heart ached.

"you're gonna ruin me," he admitted, the words barely audible.

"good," you breathed, a single tear finally escaping and tracing a path down your temple. "let me ruin you."

he started moving again, his pace now deliberate and intense. every thrust was a question, every drag of his cock against your walls an answer he wasn't ready to hear. he watched your face, memorizing the way your lips parted, the flush on your cheeks, the way your eyes fluttered closed when he hit just the right spot.

"jungkook," you moaned, your hands sliding down through his hair, pulling him closer. "please... come with me. look at me when you come."

he locked his gaze with yours, his hips pistoning faster, the bedframe groaning in protest. the coil in his stomach tightened to an impossible degree. "mine," he whispered breathily in your ear, the words a mix of possession and awe. "my fucking girl."

"yours," you cried out, your body arching off the bed as your orgasm crashed over you. "only yours.”

the sight of you, completely undone beneath him, calling his name with such raw devotion, was his undoing. he came with a strangled groan, his eyes never leaving yours as he emptied himself into you, marking you as his in the most primal way possible.

he collapsed on top of you, his weight grounding you both as you both struggled to catch your breath. the room was silent save for the pounding of his heart against your chest.

after a long moment, he shifted, rolling to the side but keeping you tucked against him. he looked at the cooky plushie squished between your pillows, then back at your peaceful, sated face.

he knew he was wrong. this wasn't just fan service anymore. this was something else entirely. and he was completely, utterly fucked.

“you’re not getting rid of me.”

you kissed his cheek, “good.”

author’s note: it’s finally here! this story was my unhinged baby and i’m glad it wasn’t too unhinged for you guys to like the teaser!!! i hope this lives up to your expectations and thank you for reading🤍

MASTERLIST

The bass in the club was a physical weight, thrumming through the floorboards and settling deep in your chest. You took another sip of your lemon drop, leaning against the velvet booth as Cierra laughed, her light skin glowing under the neon purple lights.

“Girl, stop looking at the door,” Cierra shouted over the music, nudging your shoulder. “You look too good to be worried about a ghost.”

She was right. You’d spent an hour on your hair, making sure every curl was defined, and your dress was a second skin—a deep mahogany silk that made it hard to tell where the fabric ended and you began. It had been two months since you blocked Jungkook. Two months of reclaiming your peace from the chaotic, addictive cycle of his “u up?” texts and the toxic pull of his touch.

Then, the air in the room shifted.

You didn’t need to look to know he was there. It was a gravitational pull, a sudden spike in your heart rate that told you the person who knew exactly how to ruin your life had just walked in. Jungkook was leaning against the far bar, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He wasn’t even looking at the dance floor; he was looking at you.

His dark hair was pushed back, his jawline sharp enough to cut, and that familiar, predatory smirk played on his lips when he saw you catch his eye. He didn’t wave. He didn’t smile. He just stared, his gaze dragging slowly over your body with a possessive heat that made your skin itch.

“Oh no,” Cierra whispered, following your gaze. “We’re leaving.”

“No,” you said, your voice breathy. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

You fought through the crowd, your heart hammering a rhythm that matched the syncopated beat of Ginuwine’s So Anxious as the DJ transitioned sets. The lyrics echoed your internal state—that desperate, restless craving that defied logic.

You didn’t even make it to the lounge. A heavy hand gripped your waist in the dim hallway leading to the back, spinning you around until your back hit the cold brick wall.

“Two months,” Jungkook growled, his voice a low vibration against your ear. He smelled like expensive cologne and bad intentions. “You think you can just disappear?”

“I didn’t disappear, Kook. I left,” you spat, though your hands were already finding their way to the lapels of his leather jacket. “Get off me.”

“Liar,” he murmured, crowding into your space. He pressed his thigh between yours, a blunt reminder of the friction you’d been craving. He leaned down, his nose brushed against the curve of your neck, inhaling deeply. “You smell like that cocoa butter I like. You wore this for me?”

“I don’t dress for you anymore.”

“Everything you do is for me,” he whispered, his hand sliding up from your waist to cup your throat—not tight, but enough to make you tilt your head back. His eyes were dark, blown out with a hunger that was purely transactional and entirely toxic. “I’ve been sitting at home, pacing the floor, thinking about how you look under me. I’m so anxious, baby. I’m about to lose my mind.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He crashed his lips onto yours, the kiss tasting of whiskey and desperation. It was messy, aggressive, and exactly what you’d been starving for. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, hating yourself for how easily you folded.

He pulled back just an inch, his thumb stroking your lower lip. “My car is out back. Or do you want me to take you right here in the hallway?”

You looked into his eyes—the eyes of a man who didn’t know how to love you, only how to consume you. You knew you’d regret it by the morning. You knew Cierra would be pissed. But as the chorus of the song drifted through the vents, you felt that familiar, ruinous ache win.

“The car,” you whispered.

Jungkook’s smirk returned, sharper than before. He grabbed your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours in a mockery of a real couple, and led you toward the exit. He didn’t care about your conversation or your two months of progress. He just wanted what was his.

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The door to the blacked-out SUV hadn’t even fully latched before Jungkook was on you. The interior smelled of leather and the lingering scent of the mess you both called “us.”

He didn’t put the car in drive; he didn’t even move to the driver’s seat. He shoved you into the back bench, the mahogany silk of your dress riding up to your hips as he crawled over you like a predator reclaiming territory.

“You think you’re strong, don’t you?” he hissed, his fingers tangling deep into your hair, pulling just enough to force your throat open for his mouth. “Two months of silence, and you look at me once and your heart is beating out of your chest. I can feel it.”

“Shut up,” you gasped, reaching for the buttons of his shirt, your movements frantic.

“Make me,” he challenged. He gripped both of your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head against the leather. With his free hand, he reached down, his palm flat against your stomach before sliding lower, finding the damp silk of your panties. “Look at me.”

You met his eyes—they were dark, obsidian, focused on you with a terrifying intensity. It wasn’t love; it was a fever. It was the look of a man who hadn’t slept because he was too busy rehearsing every way he was going to break you down.

“You’re mine,” he muttered, his voice dropping into a guttural register as he found your heat. He didn’t start slow. His fingers moved with a rhythmic, pushing pace that had your back arching off the seat. “I don’t care who you talk to, who you dance with. When I want you, you come. Understand?”

You couldn’t even nod. The friction was too much, the way he was watching your face as you unraveled making you feel exposed in a way only he could manage. “Answer me,” he growled, his thumb hitting your center with a pressure that made you cry out.

“Yes, Jungkook! God, yes.”

He released your wrist only to unzip his pants, the sound of the metal teeth loud in the quiet car. He didn’t use a condom—he never did, a toxic hallmark of his need to leave as much of himself with you as possible. He guided your hand to him, thick and pulsing, making you realize just how “anxious” he’d actually been. He flipped you around, pressing your chest into the cool leather of the seat and pulling your hips back. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your thong and ripped it to the side, not even bothering to take it off.

“I missed this,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear as he lined himself up at your wet core. “I missed how you feel. I’ve been going crazy thinking about someone else touching what belongs to me.”

He drove into you with one heavy, unapologetic thrust. The air left your lungs in a sharp wheeze. He was too big, too much, but he filled the emptiness the last two months had carved into you. He began to move, his pace frantic and desperate, his hands bruising your hips as he pulled you back to meet every shove.

The car rocked on its suspension, the windows beginning to fog from the heat radiating off your bodies. Jungkook was a madman, his movements devoid of any gentleness. He was marking you, his teeth sinking into the slope of your shoulder, his grunts of effort sounding more like snarls.

“You aren’t going anywhere tomorrow,” he gasped, his forehead pressed against the back of your neck. “I’m taking you back to my place. I’m locking the door. I’m going to ruin you so bad you’ll forget how to say anyone else’s name.”

The overstimulation was peaking. Your vision blurred as the orgasm built, fueled by the toxic mix of hatred and need. Jungkook felt the shift in you, his grip tightening until his knuckles were white. “Look at me while you take it,” he demanded, reaching around to grab your chin and forcing your head to the side so he could see your blown-out pupils.

“Jungkook—I’m—”

“I know. Give it to me. Give me everything.”

He let out a wrecked sound, his body shuddering as he buried himself as deep as he could go, coming with a violence that left both of you shaking. He stayed there, heavy and hot, his face buried in your hair as the adrenaline slowly ebbed away, leaving only the cold reality of the cycle starting all over again.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his thumb wiping a stray tear from your cheek, his expression softening into something that looked dangerously like affection—the biggest lie of all.

“Let’s go home, baby,” he whispered.

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“I think we got off of the wrong foot.” He says, casually strolling beside you. “We were hitting it off so well.”

“Until you didn’t like that I wasn’t going to sleep with you.”

Naoya chuckles, slicking his hair back, a move that had you the first time. Now, you’re holding back the urge to gag. “It’s not that I didn’t like it. I just didn’t like being rejected. You get what that’s like, yeah?”

You scoff, pushing him away. You’ve been hanging out with Sukuna too long since that push makes Naoya stagger.

“Fuck. You.”

“Whoa!” He laughs, quickly bouncing back. “I didn’t mean to hit a nerve-”

“Leave me alone. I’m not in the mood.”

“And you think I care?” Naoya steps right in front, blocking your direction back to the sorority. The grin on his face makes you quiver. You sigh to make him think it’s the cold, air fanning his face. “I gave you my jacket. I’m entitled to at least a conversation.”

You roll your eyes. If it wasn’t chilly, that jacket would be on the grass. But you don’t want to antagonize him even further. “Are you going to apologize?”

“For what?”

“…for drugging me?”

“How do you know that was me?”

“You gave me the cup. You watched me drink it. And you were right there when I didn’t know my hand from my feet.” You say during each poke to his chest, making him back up further and further. Not close to the sorority, but it’s a start. “I don’t remember much of what happened that day, but I know you did it.”

He’s inches away from your face. You look for signs of anything. Remorse. Guilt. Something to prove he felt bad about what he did to you. Make you have a change of heart. Lower your hostility towards him.

There’s nothing of that.

“Deep down, you wanted me. I just gave you a push.” He brushes along your shoulder, hands just as cold as his heart. “I did you a favor.”

Your bottom lip trembles. A chill rises from your arms, coming out with another exhale. “Did me a favor? Did me a favor?”

“Sukuna got to you, right? That’s why you’ve been attached to him. Wearing this slutty costume…” He eyes your corset and you hope he doesn’t notice how badly knotted it is, making your chest profound. “He got to you before I did. And I saw you first. Talked to you first. What the fuck did he do? Swoop in and took my kill.”

A tear streams down your face when he grabs your wrist. His face digs into your hair, inhaling deeply at your scent. You push back, but his grip gets stronger, making you flinch at the pain.

“Let go.”

“Why? I wanted you first.”

“I said, let go.”

Naoya flushes his body against yours, a hand on your lower back, right where the strings are. You twist while sea salt continues to attack your nostrils. It stings with the cold air and whatever strength you have left is getting sucked away.

“Just come back to me in my room. Then you can say who’s better…” He finds the string, finger teasingly tracing it. “I already know who the answer will be.”

“Get off!” You push and pull. Naoya would do whatever he wants to you. Touch you in places you didn’t want to be touched. Say things you don’t ever want to hear from him. He’s not the one you want. He’ll never be the one you want.

Naoya doesn’t budge. Somehow under that slim body of his, he’s strong enough to keep up with you. An arm gets tight around your waist and he grabs your face.

“Scream louder. You think he’s gonna come? The guy who was always looking for a quick fuck? You think you’re special?” You spit in his face, making his grip on you tighter. “You wanna fight, huh? That’s fine with me.”

Any ill intention doesn’t continue. With a blink, Naoya is flown back into the grass.

“You’re in for it now, Zen’in.” Yuki says, immediately making her way over to you. She’s blocking Naoya’s body from you, checking your outfit, your hair, anything that can be out of place. All you’re wondering is why she didn’t do more to him. “Are you okay? Please don’t tell me he-”

“I’m fine. I’m fine, just-”

“Sukuna, wait!”

Over Yuki’s shoulder, Sukuna comes into view, kicking Naoya upside his face. You can hear the crack of his nose from here.

“You didn’t learn from last time, huh? You thought you could get away with that shit?” He punches Naoya’s cheek, blood staining his knuckles. “You thought you could touch her and I wouldn’t know about it?” Another crack follows that strike. You can’t tell who it came from. “Touch anyone on this fucking campus and what I say I’d do to you?”

“This is the most I’ve seen you get riled up! Over a bitch too!”

Naoya manages to get a hit in, red forming around Sukuna’s brow piercing. That’ll be his last as your frat boy hits his jaw. You’re sure a tooth fell onto the grass after that punch.

“You’re fucking dead!”

Strike after strike, Sukuna doesn’t let up. Any attempts Naoya tries to gain the upper hand doesn’t succeed. Sukuna never gives him a moment to move. To make an attempt in getting payback for breaking his nose.

A part of you didn’t want him to stop. You want to watch the life fade from Naoya’s eyes. To have him draw that last breath and be free from you forever. But, Sukuna would get in trouble. You didn’t want him to. Not when he has some explaining to do.

“Stop, man!” Gojo quickly pulls Sukuna off Naoya, right when the campus security lights are in the distance. “We gotta go.”

Sukuna halts as his former fellow frat lies on the grass, breathing shallow, face puffy, nose streaked with red. He quickly gets up, but goes over to you, concerned.

“You okay? He didn’t…” You shake your head, but his shoulders doesn’t relax. He takes a step forward, making you flinch, leaning more into Yuki. “Baby, I know it’s scary. I'll wash this shit off, just let me take you home.”

“No.” You protest. Yuki and him give you surprised looks.

“What? I thought we-”

“Can we go?”

Yuki nods at you, knowing she wasn’t going to bombard you with questions until later. Sukuna isn’t a fan, but he didn’t have time to argue. The yellow and white security lights are getting closer and more people are running out the back to go home/their dorms. Even Shoko, who points at a beat up Naoya in question with Geto.

“We’ll explain later.” Yuki says.

“Text me when you get home.” Sukuna says and you give a low nod, pulling your friends along to the train station.

Shoko helps fix your corset during the run back, which turns into a trek when the station is in view. Tears threaten to burst through under the bright lights, but you can’t cry out in the open. No matter if no one is on the train. When your friends try to ask you what happened earlier.

Yuki asks about why Sukuna called you “baby”, but you don't say anything. Only that you want to wait until you get home.

Your response probably worried your friends more, but you don't break that rule.

Even when your mind flickers back to Sukuna's hot touch, his mouth igniting your skin, your core. Burning you up more than the alcohol. Guiding you to a peak you haven’t felt in ages. Who wanted to have sex with you. Out of pity.

Pain prickles your chest, making it hard to breathe. The crisp air once getting off of the train helps, but it still hurts.

You should've kept your word this semester. No distractions. No problems. Now, you wanted to die.

You're not even at the apartment door when your vision clouds. Your face wet, getting rid of the makeup completely. Shoko quickly opens the door and you sob before the door fully shuts.

Your friends take turns receiving your tears, rubbing your back, not asking you anything. Allowing you to let it all out with no judgment.

The last time you cried like this, your high school crush said you'll never be their type. Laughing in your face when you gave him a Valentine’s day card. Yuki gave you the confidence to do it, but after that you weren’t going to try anymore. Let them come to you. And you saw what happened with that.

Were you not meant to be loved?

Do you deserve to be?

Is love just something no one wants you to have? Not even yourself?

For what feels like hours, but only five minutes, you stop. The sad looks on your friend's faces annoys you a bit. You've had enough pity in your life.

“You can tell us if Naoya did anything.” Yuki starts, “I promise you I will make sure that asshole won’t step foot on this campus anymore.”

“He didn’t…that time.” The girls look at each other when you grimace, playing with your skirt. “Remember the Alpha Phi party near the end of the spring semester? He was there. And he…drugged me.”

You don’t miss the full blown shock your friends give you. Shoko’s face never changing while Yuki’s eyes flicker with sadness.

“I was fine. He didn’t do anything to me after. He didn’t get the chance…”

“What an ass.” Shoko stands, pulling you up alongside her. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not.” Yuki stands, arms folded, “You didn’t tell us. Why?”

“I just felt awful about it and didn’t want to tell anyone. You two had your own stuff going on.”

“If my best friend was drugged on campus, I’d want to hear about it. You know I wouldn’t make fun of you.”

“I got drugged. Me. Me. I should’ve known better…”

“You wouldn’t have known.” Shoko cuts in, cupping your face, shaking it as if she wanted to get rid any of your remaining tears. “It is not your fault and it won’t ever be your fault.”

You let Shoko’s words sit for a minute. Imprinting your point of view in this entire ordeal. Yes, it was embarrassing to be in that situation. Making you ponder why, out of all people, this happened to you. That it’s so bad you couldn’t tell your friends. Your family.

All of the burden sat between you and a frat boy. No wonder you ended up here.

“Thanks. I’m glad you two are here.”

Yuki layers her body on top of Shoko’s, wrapping her arms around you two in an attempt of a strong hug. You just let it happen, hoping she squeezes any remaining shock out of you.

It’s a little past midnight and you’re winding down for the night.

The girls decide to huddle in your room, everyone trying to squeeze into your full bed. Like sardines in a can. You don’t complain though. You’re right where you needed to be.

Your phone dings and you immediately see Sukuna’s text.

‘Hey, you get home okay?’

Right, you forgot to text him.

You didn’t open the message all the way. He’ll be able to see that you read it. And seeing his name aches. The pain is never gone, but lies dormant inside you. You don’t have any tears left so you just stare at his message.

“That doesn’t seem like him.” Shoko whispers beside you. She’s still up, not wanting to disturb Yuki’s rest while watching videos. You told them what you heard from Gojo and Geto, that Sukuna was lying to you. “From what I’ve seen, Sukuna doesn’t play around. Like yeah, he used to hang around girls, but he’s upfront with them.”

You sigh, eyes never leaving that notification. “Not with me though.”

Shoko agrees with you about that when another message pops up.

‘I need an answer. I know you’re up.’

You tsk, finally opening your messages. You didn’t want to worry him even more. ‘I’m home.’

‘Good.’

Should ask him about what you heard? So he can come up with another lie behind the screen? No, you’d rather see his face instead.

‘I wanna see you later.’

‘No, not right now.’

‘Why?’

You clutch your phone to your chest, staring at the eggshell white ceiling. Shoko turned over, her back facing you. You’re the one sardine who hasn’t accepted her fate in the can. Who wants to hold out on hope that she’s not stuck.

‘I don’t feel well. I need to get myself together.’

‘Was it the alcohol? If you feel sick, lie on your side. I can bring some medicine. And get you breakfast for tomorrow.’

‘I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.’

‘Your ass was with Naoya. Just like before.’

‘I know.’

‘Then don’t tell me not to worry about you.’

A tear trails from the corner of your eye. Damn, you thought you were out of them.

‘I have the girls here. I’ll be okay.’

A text bubble appears then goes away. You stare at the messages, waiting for him to say anything. You don’t expect him to read your mind. You’re actually not sure what to expect. Just something to make you rethink everything. That he wasn’t actually doing this out of pity.

Anything.

Just. Anything.

‘Okay. I’ll see you.’

A sniffle comes out and you rapidly blink to stop any more tears. Whatever. You’re not going worry about him right now.

In fact, you’re not planning to leave your room all day.

When the sun shines through your curtains, your friends moving around and talking, you don’t move. You just lie there, appreciating the space.

Immediately, your friends caught on to your goal, deciding to stay in with you. You protest at first, knowing they probably have other plans. Yuki shows you her phone, canceling anything she has this weekend. Even sorority stuff. Shoko didn’t have anything to do anyway either. She can push back her nursing school duties for a weekend.

So the entire time, you three stay in.

Yuki kept ordering food, wanting to have a buffet. Which is why there’s a smorgasbord of pancakes, omelets, waffles, bacon, sushi, pizza, wings, fries, anything that you can eat. So there’s options.

While munching on whatever, you decide to binge movies. Anything action, something where it involved the bad guy getting brutally killed as a comeuppance. Every knife stab, bullet to the head, strangely help the ache in your chest.

It also distracts you from your phone cause each ding was either two people. Your mother, who’s sending you pictures of the Halloween party she had. Her dressed as Ghostface while entertaining the guests. Your sister looking annoyed at the entire ordeal in her matching costume.

Then your mom saying she missed you didn’t help.

You want nothing more to go home for a bit, ditch the college scene and be with your family. Not deal with assignments and tests. College parties and frat boys who couldn’t be straight with you. You want to tell her what happened, but you didn’t want to go through another day crying. So you respond to her messages with a heart and say you’ll be home for the holidays.

The other messages came from Sukuna. A lot of them mainly asking if you were okay. How you’re feeling. If you change your mind about seeing him yet. You only answer a few before leaving him on read for the rest.

This is the time to get yourself together. To figure out a game plan when you see him Monday. You know he’s going to try and act like everything is normal, but you can’t. Not right now.

The weekend passes with a blink of an eye. Yuki says goodbye with a hard hug while Shoko moves her stuff back in her room.

“You gonna be okay?”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

“I can pick you up after class tomorrow, if you want?”

“No, it’s fine. We can hang another time.”

“Are you sure?”

You laugh at Yuki’s pout, “Yes. I got some projects to finish up anyway.”

“There she is.” Shoko says while dragging her comforter back to her room.

“Just know we’re here for you, okay?”

“I know.”

After another hug, with Shoko getting pulled in this time, Yuki leaves.

It’s eight at night and your roommate needed to go to bed early for class. You try to go over your schedule for this week, ignoring the fact that you haven’t figured out how to deal with Sukuna. You thought about talking to him before class, but that is a bad start to the week. Maybe during lunch, but your food might get spoiled if you say what you want to say.

You don’t want to cry in front of him. It’ll add to his pity for you. But you can’t keep this in forever. You can’t avoid him forever.

Trying to think about how to deal with Sukuna Itadori, passing out mid-thought didn’t help.

Your feet drag in the morning, in the shower, while getting dressed. Sukuna texts that he’ll be there to see you in five minutes. Uneasyness rests in your stomach. You can’t back out. Not now.

His face lights up when you come out of your apartment. His steps are quick, like he’s ready to pull you in a hug. He doesn’t when you angle yourself in a way where it’s hard to. There’s a tick of confusion, but he doesn’t push.

“You sure you feeling alright? We can skip class if you need to go to the doc.”

You shake your head, “I’m fine.”

His eyes don’t leave yours for a moment, but still nothing.

The drive to campus is quiet. You keep to yourself, staring out the window during the drive, listening to rock music. You want to lean into his cologne spread all over the car. Just forget about what you heard and embrace him once again. Skip class so he can take you back to his room and continue where you two had left off from the party.

You can’t do that.

Even when his hand is right there on the arm rest, open, as if he’s ready for you to take it at anytime. He hasn’t brought up the make-out session. Or that he was planning to fuck you until that Naoya stuff happened.

Momentarily, you think he forgot. But this is Sukuna. He doesn’t forget stuff like that.

He clenches his hand when you don’t take it, playing it off. “You wanna hang out tonight?”

“I can’t. I got homework to do.”

“You can’t do it at my place?”

“No. I don’t want any distractions.”

“I’ll be quiet.”

“I said no, Sukuna.”

You didn’t realize how hard you slammed the car door getting out. Immediately, you open it back up and close it, walking to class. Sukuna catches up with you, making an attempt to grab your bag. You move further away.

He frowns before reaching over again. You speed up. So does he. When you go faster, he does too. Soon, the two of you are sprinting across campus. Avoiding Sukuna’s attempts to take your bag. Doesn’t he understand that if he takes it, the idea that you’re mad at him is lost?

Both of you to catch your breath when you sit down in class.

“Why didn’t…you let me take your bag?”

You clutch your chest, still trying to get yourself together. “I didn’t…I didn’t want you to have so much stuff to carry…”

“I carry your shit all the time… I haven’t complained about it either.”

“I know.”

Sukuna tilts his head in question, but you don’t say more. The teacher comes in and you shift into work mode. You just want to get the day over with.

Class feels the slowest that it’s ever been. Sukuna pokes your side when the teacher doesn’t look, trying to get your attention. It didn’t work after the first five times. On the sixth, he’s rewarded with a glare and you’re hit with that handsome smirk of his.

Your stomach flutters, causing you to look away.

No, you can’t submit to that striking face. You’re mad at him. You’re supposed to be mad at him.

“Can I get some gummies?”

He whispers in your ear, lips brushing against your earlobe. You shiver at the contact. The pen in your hand stops moving as your eyes close for a moment, taking in the proximity.

“I don’t have any.”

“Then what’s this in your bag?”

He pulls out the cherry gummies, dangling them in front of your face. You wave your hand away so he can eat them.

Finally. He should settle down now.

A cherry shaped gummy interrupts your note taking. Sukuna’s pen nudges it towards yours, becoming the center of your attention. To stop it, you immediately eat it.

He gives you another one, which you eat. Then another one. On the third one, you put it back on his notebook. Sukuna takes your hand, intertwining fingers through yours. The heat from his hand warming up your own. That stare making your heart uptick.

He can’t look at you like that. Not with what you know. Despite your hand fitting perfectly along his. How you want to rub his index finger with your thumb, lean closer and eat that piece of candy right in front him.

God, you got to get over it.

You clear your throat and pretend you need to get something out of your backpack, retreating your hand.

Once class is over, Sukuna is faster than you. He takes your bag, hooking it on his shoulder before leading you to your next class. You don’t complain. You idly follow behind.

He looks back at you, waiting for you to say anything. Maybe he’s not pitying you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be doing all of this to catch your attention. Hold your hand like he did back in class. Stare at you so intently like he wants to kiss you right then and there.

Do guys who pity women do things like this?

“What do you want for lunch?” He asks, stopping you from going into class, holding your bag. “I’ll eat anything you want.”

“I don’t have a taste for anything.” You say, reaching over to grab your bag. Sukuna twists away. “I need my bag.”

“Answer my question first.”

“I just did.”

“That’s not a real answer. You always know what you want to eat.”

“Not this time-come on.” Your lips purse when he dodges your hand again, grinning. You still had a few minutes to spare before class starts as you play this odd game of Sukuna not letting you get your bag. How he twists and turns away from your reach.

It’s annoying. It wasn’t helping his case of you being mad at him.

“Sukuna, I gotta go in there.”

He clicks his tongue, giving you a defeated look. “Fine.”

You take your bag, but before you could go inside, his arms find your waist. He pulls you close along the wall. The tips of your noses brushing against each other. He’s enveloping all of your senses, making sure he’s the one you should be focusing on. The additional security he gives makes you want to submit. Especially when his eyes darts down to your lips.

“You’re missing something.”

“Like what?”

“Like those perfect lips of yours.”

Your face heats up at the indirect request. “They’re not perfect...”

“Fuck ever. They are to me.” He finds your eyes, giving you a low smile. You want to smile back. You want to kiss him back. You miss the feeling of his lips. The strength of his arms around you. The temptation of squeezing his bicep.

“Sukuna…I have a quiz that I need to do a last minute study for.”

“So do I. No good luck kiss?”

“Is it for good luck or do you just wanna kiss me?”

His finger trails down your spine, making you perk up. “Both.”

Why are you aware? Why do you have to notice everything about everyone? Why does no one notice you and how you feel?

Sukuna should know why you're like this. Unless he thinks a kiss would solve everything. If you didn’t overhear Gojo and Geto, it might. If you were different, stupid, and mindless, this kiss would be your cure all. Hell, right now, you wonder if it'll do anything. You want it to.

“I can't…Not right now.” You pull away, not missing the way his eyes downcast.

“Ah. Okay.”

You go take a seat in the classroom, resisting the urge to slap yourself silly. To wake up and get yourself together.

What is it with this man? Before meeting him, you weren’t that easily seduced by men, no matter how attractive they are. Now, Sukuna comes in and you act like you don’t know what to do. Like this is your first time experiencing a man who’s attracted to you.

But he’s not. Really. After everything, he just pities you. Why should you be with a man who does that?

Utahime waves at you, wanting to do a last minute study for the quiz before the teacher comes in. And you decide that is what you should be worried about right now. Not Sukuna.

You try to keep that attitude after computer class, when Sukuna is spraying Febreze on himself as you walk out. He wants to take you back to Alpha Phi since their chef is finishing up lunch. You decline. If he takes you back to his room, you might fail in your goal of staying mad at him.

He’s surprised at you not wanting to go. Even more so when you then offer to go your separate ways during lunch. That you want to quickly eat then finish up your project for your C++ class.

You’re hoping he just says okay and be done with it. No, he has to be stubborn.

“We can order food at the library then.”

“No, you have to walk over to the pick up spot for it. And that’s ten minutes away.”

“I got it.” He motions for you to follow. You sigh towards the sky, not knowing what to do about him.

He wasn’t going to go away. You need him to go away.

At the library, you try to be studious.

Eating the quesadilla Sukuna brought you while continuing your C++ project, making a weather app. It’s straight forward. The main problem you’re having is making sure the temperatures didn’t clip away on the sides. You still have plenty of time with the project not being due until next week, but you wanted to finish it by Thursday so you have more free time.

It would be easier to finish up if you didn’t have a frat boy staring at you.

Every time you glance up, Sukuna’s eyes are there. His laptop is only up just for show, one earbud in as he’s finishing a taco. He slowly chews, brows lowered, jaw tense. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but you don’t know why he’s doing that.

You don’t ask questions either, ignoring him to go back to your project.

“I was thinking…” Sukuna starts, but you don’t look up. “since you don’t want to go over my room. I’ll come to yours.”

That makes you look up. “What? Why?”

“You gotta finish that cool ass project. And I figured you’d want to be in the comfort of your apartment instead of a loud frat house.”

“Sukuna, you can’t come over.”

He scoffs, “I’ve been in your apartment before. You and Ieiri buy a bunch of damn groceries.”

“It’s not that-”

“What, you afraid of all the nerd shit I’m gonna see in your room?”

You raise your pen like you’re going to throw it at him. Of course he doesn’t flinch, giving you this big ass sadistic smile. “It’s not that. I’m not embarrassed if you see my room.”

“Clearly, since you offered to take me there last Thursday.”

You hide under your laptop, blood surging across your face. “I was drunk.”

“No the fuck you weren’t.”

“And how do you know?”

“Because I never would’ve touched you like that if you were shit faced.”

He’s staring right into your soul. Serious. Not one hint of a grin or a smirk. You squeeze your thighs together, before clearing your throat. You need to regain some control back.

“Look, you can’t come over. I don’t want any distractions and you are one. Period. End of story.”

You put your earbuds in, stopping him for continuing any more conversation about it. Sukuna shifts in his chair and lets it go. He’s fully focused on his laptop for the rest of the work period.

When he drops you off of your last class, he doesn’t say anything, only watching you sit at your seat before disappearing. The lack of goodbye pains your heart. You wish there’s an inkling in you that decides to forget everything that happened and live in a lie with Sukuna. He’d be with you despite knowing the harsh truth.

You can’t do that.

You can’t do that.

Your logistics class flies by and nausea lingers in your throat. When you walk out, it gets worse seeing Sukuna lean against the wall, flicking the cigarette away. Smoke seeps through his nostrils, face relaxed. He’s looking at the floor while his hands take shelter in his pockets.

As if he’s in his natural element. Waiting for you to come out of class.

The mood shifts when he sees you. Typically, Sukuna’s eyes light up when you’re in his direction. It’s not a shift in his usual demeanor, but he’s more alert. Aware when you’re around. This time his eyes doesn’t do that. They’re confused.

No words are spoken as he’s walking you back home. You don’t protest, walking ahead of him to make the air less awkward then it has to be.

“You’re acting weird.”

You pause mid-step, moving out of the way to let others pass by you. “No, I’m not.”

“Bullshit. You’ve hardly been answering my texts, in class you barely looked at me. During study hall, you blew me off-”

“I’m just trying to get my work done.”

“I know, but…” Sukuna takes a step closer. You don’t move, trying to look him in the eye for as long as you can. And not get seduced by those soft, pained eyes of his. “Did I fuck up? I keep thinking about that night, when I beat the shit out of that prick and the blood…Was it too much? I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, it wasn’t the blood. I watch gorey things, I can handle it.”

“Seeing it on tv is different than real life.”

“My point still stands.”

“Then…” His fingers nudge along yours. An attempt to ask for permission to hold your hand. To embrace you. A part of you wants to. Like a mosquito itch you want to scratch. “when we made out. When I sucked your-”

“I remember.” You cut him off, snatching your hand away to continue the walk to the station. A huff occurs from behind. It doesn’t take much effort for him to catch up to you.

“Then? Was that too much? Did I go too fast?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the turmoil. The desperation to get an answer to prove that he didn’t fuck it up. He really doesn’t know, huh?

“You lied to me.” You stop right outside the train station. The train is minutes away, but you don’t care if you miss this one. You can wait. Sukuna frowns, not understanding what you mean. “On the train during the first day of classes, what did I ask you? What did you say afterwards?”

“That-” He sighs, “That wasn’t a lie-”

“I asked you if that party was the reason why you were with me. You said no. To my face. And I believed you.”

“Because it wasn’t the reason.”

“That’s not what your buddies said.”

He’s still confused, “What did you hear?”

“Why do you want to know? So you can tell me they’re wrong? Which will further prove that you lied to me?”

“I told you no, for a reason-”

“Yeah, to keep your image. You’re the king of planning parties, right? A girl getting drugged and almost raped at a party wouldn’t look good for the frat. For you, since you were going to be VP.”

“I didn’t know about the VP shit until the day of.”

“Even if you didn’t know about that, you planned the party. You knew it would damage your reputation. That’s why you were hanging out with me. To make sure I didn’t rat you out or something.”

“Fuck, no that’s not…” He goes quiet. The train bells go off, alerting you that it’s on its way. You don’t move. You stare at him, entire body shaking with anxiety.

This is the most confrontation you’ve ever done in years. Yuki usually did it for you, especially back in high school. But she can’t do it for you this time. You hate this. So much.

“I wouldn’t do that for a fucked up reason like that. I ain’t one of those guys.”

“Please.” You scoff, rolling your eyes.

He takes a step back, squinting at you. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a ho. You like fucking girls, yet you don’t wanna fuck me. You’re just throwing me a bone.”

“Now, you’re just making shit up-”

“You told Gojo and Geto that you have no interest in fucking me.”

“Why are you listening to them? Fuck…” He runs a hand through his hair, kicking a rock on to the grass. His annoyed face doesn’t deter you, but you’ve had enough. “Look, can we talk about this back at the apartment?”

“No. I’m done.”

He shifts, “What do you mean ‘you’re done’?”

“You heard me.” You secure the bag on your shoulder, “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I know how you see me now.”

“Hold on, wait-”

“Just leave me alone.” You turn on your heels, deciding to leave Sukuna in the dust.

“Let me take you home-”

“No. Don’t talk to me.”

You can’t cry. You’re better than this.

No matter how much you wanna turn around and run back over to him. Apologize for what you said. Tears flowing down your cheeks, enough to fill a river.

You need a minute. An hour. A day. A week to not think of Sukuna Itadori.

It’s why you go home and act like nothing happened. Only telling Shoko that you spoke to Sukuna. She tries to probe you to go into more detail. You don’t. You need to finish this project and you’ll see her in the morning.

If Sukuna shows up tomorrow, you’ll ignore him. You can’t indulge in him anymore.

The next day, after your first class, he isn’t there.

No large frat boy, dressed in a black hoodie with the scent of sweet peony. Trying to hide the cigarette he lit to make sure you don’t get a whiff of its smoke. The faint smile he shares with you, taking the load off your shoulders by grabbing your bag. All while telling you what he wants to do for the day.

You rapidly blink the incoming tears.

Finally. You got rid of him.

You can go back to eating lunch by yourself. Pick a corner in the library to study in by yourself. Walk back to your apartment by yourself.

No distractions. No problems. Just like you wanted.

Right?

You breeze through your second class, the sting of Sukuna not being there hurts less. You do a double take around the corner to make sure you didn’t miss him.

During lunch, you eat your sandwich in a tucked in cubicle in the library. Where you immediately start finishing your project, becoming the center of your attention. Not a frat boy who was interested in your simple weather app.

Time goes by and you’re at work, picking up some quick snacks before you start your shift. The cherry gummies and energy drink make their way into the pile, not realizing until you look in your bag.

Whatever. You’ll just have to eat them.

Work drags. Not even a sneak of your assigned readings make it go by faster. Or a rush of people between classes.

Every time you look at the clock, only a minute passes. You hate it. You want to go home. Your neck cricks from turning it during every ring from the door. You’ve restocked the same area by the register, trying to force the chocolate bars between the other candies. It doesn’t work, leaving you with an unnecessary box of opened candy.

When you get off, there’s a cigarette and a faint scent of peony outside. Nothing else. You didn’t get much sleep last night, but it’s not enough for you to be hallucinating. A sign to go to sleep early tonight. Right after you go home. By yourself.

The day after, Sukuna is in class. He’s not next to you though, not really. He’s a chair away from you, hood over his face, notebook out, pen and foot tapping in unison. No glance in your direction. Like you don’t exist.

As the way it should be.

You ignore that pang in your heart, swallowing it away to focus. Like he has the right to be mad at you. You’re the one in the right here, he isn’t. Even though you called him a whore. Not in those exact words.

Should you apologize?

You didn’t want to have anything bad on your conscience. You still had some empathy, even if he didn’t.

When class is over, you’re ready to tap him and apologize for your words the other day. Before you could, he’s gone. Right out the door. Not…what you expected. You’re not going to chase him down either.

It is what it is.

You can’t worry about a boy. You need to focus on finishing the semester. On your major. Sukuna put a strain in your plans and now that he’s out, you can go back to your normal self.

That’s why November goes by like a blur. A minute blip that doesn’t matter. You stick to your ‘go to class, go to work, go home’ routine. Yuki and Shoko sneak in a hang out here and there. Utahime manages to get you to do karaoke back in her dorm one night.

Being by yourself doesn’t hurt anymore. You don’t know if you have feelings anymore. If you’re making do with what your life is now. You still have your friends. You still have good grades. An excellent track to your cyber security career.

Shouldn’t that be enough?

During Thanksgiving, you think it’s a time to just get rid of the college scene for a while. Yuki drives you home, since she didn’t want to go to her parents house for the holiday. Her parents make a miniscule feast that she never likes. Saying that going over to your house is always better.

“You wanna bet how many plates I can eat?”

You shake your head while checking the gps, “Last time you got through two. And you almost threw up.”

“That was last year’s Yuki. This year, I trained for this.”

“For eating a bunch of food at my house?”

“Yes.”

Her smug face lets you know that you should have a bucket on stand by. On instinct, you pull out your phone to check your messages. Shoko sent a selfie that she was at the airport. Utahime sent you a have a nice holiday message. Nothing from…him.

You weren’t expecting one from him.

Should you text him? You’re just being polite.

“Don’t you do it.” Yuki snatches your phone and tosses it in the backseat.

“Hey!”

“This is family time. Not you know what time.”

“I wasn’t!” You look back, huffing at your phone being awkwardly propped up by the passenger door. “I was just-”

“Don’t think about that during this break.”

You roll your eyes. She’s right. You don’t like that she’s right.

“Fine.”

A frat boy can’t be on your mind when you’re spending time with family. Thank goodness, they don’t know about him. The one upside to your reserved lifestyle is that you hardly tell anyone anything. And look where that got you…

It is good to be home though.

Your moms didn’t hesitate in bombarding you at the doorway with their affection. One mom kissing your face while the other kept asking you about your classes, your homework, any clubs you’ve been doing, etc. The black cat, Moonshine, a new addition to the family since your sister found it after the Halloween, also makes an appearance rubbing along your legs.

Yuki gets the same treatment. She soaks up your parents questions, spouting answers as the cat rests in her arms. You take your role in being a good child, checking up on your parents, asking your sister how her grades are. How you can send in money to help with Moonshine if need be.

Your mom goes over the itinerary for dinner tomorrow and it’s a good distraction. You don’t worry about the assignments and projects and finals. You just worry about making sure the mac and cheese tastes the same as it did last year.

What would Sukuna be doing right now?

You’re sure he went over his brother’s for the holiday and finding out if Jin is having a boy or a girl. Sukuna bet with you that it’s a girl. Only twenty bucks. A stupid thing to do. He’d probably win it if you two were still hanging out.

You shouldn’t text him.

Maybe, maybe you can talk to him? No. He did this to himself. You shouldn’t have to take the leap to reconcile. Even if it’s been almost a month.

Sukuna started hanging out with you. You didn’t ask him to. You didn’t beg him to. So, why should reaching out to be friends again be on you? It doesn’t matter if you miss his company. Miss him. None of that matters.

Yet, that idea lingers in the back of your head throughout the holiday.

While you’re finishing up dinner, gathering around the table with your family to eat. When you rub Yuki’s back in the bathroom after she ate three plates of food. As you get tipsy with your sister from drinking Moscato. When you’re idly eating leftovers.

Regardless of what happened at the Halloween party, Sukuna was a good friend. It’s not fair to get rid of that over a misunderstanding. Will he speak to you though? He hasn’t much since the argument, besides going over mandatory assignments in class. You’d probably look pathetic just going up to him and wanting to talk.

You didn’t want to go back to your apartment.

During each hug goodbye from your family, kisses from Moonshine, your stomach churns. The two hour drive back fills that bucket of dread. Yuki yapping away about finals doesn’t help distract you. You’re wondering if you should even say anything to him. Or just let whatever you two had fade away.

You shouldn’t be concerned with this.

Why did Sukuna Itadori have to crash into your life?

“It’ll be fine.” Yuki reassures you, pulling up to your apartment. She must’ve noticed the worried look on your face. “Finals will be a breeze for you. You aced the ones last semester.”

Because you didn’t have a hot boy on your mind.

“Not what I’m worried about…”

She makes you face her before you can dash out the car with your bags. A strong grip on your shoulders. “You know, I should be proud of you in a way. I finally see what you look like when you’re boy crazy.”

“I’m not boy crazy…”

“Uh-huh. You kept looking at your phone the entire ride.” You click your tongue, not surprised she noticed that. “What do you want to happen if you talk to him?”

“That we’ll be friends again.”

Yuki raises her eyebrow, making you shift. “Just friends?”

You don’t answer that. The flash of his lips on yours takes up space. It’s enough for your friend to sit back, shaking her head. Not out of judgement, but at a loss.

“I want you to be smart about this. What Sukuna gave you, any other guy can give that to you.”

You know. You know deep down in the pit of your soul. But they’re not him. There probably won’t be another guy like him.

God, you’re pathetic.

“You’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

The brown in Yuki’s eyes flashes with sympathy, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. See you later.”

The walk back to your apartment seals that idea for you.

What you want from Sukuna is over. What he can give you is gone. If he wants to restart that with you, he’d have to do it. End of story.

Besides, you have finals and projects to finish up. You didn’t have time to worry about Sukuna.

At least you try not to.

Ever since the split, he hasn’t been prominent on campus. You count a handful of times you’ve seen him besides your class.

He’s everywhere now.

On the quad bundled up with a coat, passing out flyers of the incoming end of the year activities his fraternity is organizing. Fundraiser parties, donations for angel trees, raffles for surprise gifts. Everywhere you look, that pink-haired frat boy is there.

And each time you see him, he sees you.

Sukuna looks directly at you. Just as he did previously. Soft, with want.

You don’t know what he wants. He doesn’t take that extra step. Go past those flimsy tables to speak to you. In his defense, the set ups are usually busy. Everyone flocks to sign up for whatever Alpha Phi offers. You thought about it yourself, but that means speaking to him.

You’d make a fool of yourself if you tried.

“Yoohoo!” Gojo waves at you, “Ms. Study Wuddy!”

You shake your head at his attempt to make you come over. Sukuna’s right beside him, those once monotone eyes, shifting into a look of panic. No way, you’re not going over there now.

“So, you don’t want to help a little boy or girl have gifts for Christmas?” He pouts, batting his eyelashes. “That’s not in the Christmas spirit.”

“Shut the fuck up, Satoru.” Sukuna sneers, eyes darting to you before going to the sign up sheet.

“I’m trying to make sure everyone has a great holiday. And everyone should participate.”

You immediately make your way over, not wanting Gojo to make more of a scene. He lights up, quickly showing you the clipboards of all the children for the Angel Trees. Each one wanting a stacked list of gifts.

“How much can I donate?”

“My partner can answer that question for you.” Gojo slides his chair away, motioning Sukuna come over. “And ask plenty of questions. He doesn’t bite.”

You lock eyes, taking him in like you’ve never seen him before. His thick, black coat, matching hat and gloves makes you want to applaud that he’s keeping warm this season. His tattoos seamlessly blends in with them. And he smells differently now. Like fresh linen.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You greet back, but try to focus on the task at hand. “Uh, which child has the least amount of donations?”

Sukuna doesn’t speak for a bit, eyes still on your frame. How you’re bundled up for the weather yourself in your gigantic coat. Your white, fuzzy hat and matching gloves. Trying to keep your heavy bag stable.

“Doesn’t matter. They all have almost the same amount of money.”

“Oh. Good to know.” You peruse the options, deciding on a little girl, Lisa, who wanted a bunch of Bratz related things for Christmas. Which you immediately relate to. You decide to give him fifty dollars for the girl, your gloved hands brushing against each other.

“Ain’t this your rent money?”

You huff, “No. I already paid for December and January in advance. I can splurge a bit.”

“Right.” He grips the money, not putting it in the box yet. His mouth opens then closes and you’re leaning against the table, wondering what he wants to say. “Thanks for your donation.”

Ah.

“Oh, uh, no problem.”

You fix your bag, speeding off to go to the library.

Sukuna has no interest in speaking to you. Of course. What were you thinking?

You focus on the last week of the semester. Finals. Projects that make up 25 - 30% of your grade. A welcome distraction to a weird situation.

That frat boy keeps looking at you whenever he’s promoting frat activities. He doesn’t say anything to you when it’s time to take the final of your civics class. He just looks at you, frowning, unsure what to say. It’s not like him. He always has something to say. But when it comes to you, apparently not.

It’s hard not to think of it as you finish up your last final of the semester. When you share gifts with your friends to celebrate the holidays. Before you all go your separate ways.

Shoko is leaving first thing to go back home, planning to do nothing but rot during the holidays. Yuki has some last minute sorority things to finish up before she goes home too. You’re planning to stay another week, wanting to make some extra money at the shop before going home. A week to keep to yourself. Maybe do nothing, but binge watch tv.

Something to not make you think about him.

Plus, the shop is usually dead during the winter semester. Hardly any students come in to get their snacks for the day. Occasionally, you’ll see a professor or two. Who needs a pick me up before they finish grading their students tests. Your boss gave you the key to the shop since you’ll be the main one working there. Telling you to lock up once you’re done with your shift.

It’s just you, yourself, and the next episode of Black Sails.

“Hiya.” You glance over at that familiar voice behind the register. Gojo places his goodies on the counter; some waters, granola bars, and a…peach tea? “That one is for you. A part of my apology.”

“Apology for what?”

“Oh well, you know…” Gojo rubs the back of his neck, “For saying some things that shouldn’t have been said.”

“Like?” You raise a brow as he taps his card. He pushes the tea towards you, but you don’t take it. Not yet.

“Look.” He takes off his shades, revealing the bags under his eyes. “Nothing tastes right. I went to one of my favorite restaurants a while back and had a filet mignon. One of my favorite pieces of meat, by the way, and it was horrible. I thought the chef just gave me a bad one so I asked for another and that was horrible too. It was weird. Never have I ever had a bad piece of meat.

“Then a few days after I tried going to the diner down the campus to eat those chocolate chip pancakes. One bite was all it took for me to shudder in disgust. It was nasty. How can you fuck up pancakes?”

He did have a point about the pancakes. But you pretend to be disinterested when he continues.

“I realized that the problem was me. Sukuna got on me for what I said at the party. That, combined with seeing his scary face in the middle of the night for weeks, waking up covered in sweat, I knew what I needed to do.”

Gojo gives you a sincere gaze. For the first time in forever, you see the appeal in those blue eyes of his. “I’m sorry. What I said wasn’t right to say. I was just surprised that our vice president took such an interest to you.”

“Because I’m not his type.”

“Nah, not that. I’ve never seen him follow around a girl like that. Without pretending to ignore the sex sounds from his bedroom. Then I realized you were the girl from the spring party and got confused. I never know what’s going on with Sukuna.”

“So…you don’t know what’s going on either?”

Gojo shakes his head, “No one in the frat knows. Just him. I thought he was going to tell us what’s really going on, but I have a feeling it’s between you and him.”

Those words shift gears in your brain. No one in Alpha Phi knows what Sukuna was doing. That’s good to know at least.

If only he talked to you.

“Thank you.” You grab the tea, placing it under the register. “I appreciate the apology.”

“I didn’t want you to think the President doesn’t have any manners.”

“Ah, so Sukuna didn’t push you to apologize?”

“No! This is all me.” Gojo gestures to himself for emphasis. “Your boyfriend has been pissy the whole time. Grumbling and glaring at anyone who walks by. He better not get pissy when I tell him I apologized.”

Your heart can’t help but leap at ‘boyfriend’. It adds to the idea that he does want to be with you. But yet he has Gojo in here doing his dirty work.

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Ha! You are funny.”

You shake your head, watching Gojo stroll out of the store. Your eyes don’t leave the door. Like you’re waiting for your frat boy to come through. There’s no one here. It’d be a perfect time to talk.

He doesn’t, so you huddle back down besides the register, quickly making a grocery list. Just a few items to stave you for the week. You have to take your little grocery cart your mom got you when you moved in to the apartment. And make sure you get back home before the temperatures drop. You heard it’s supposed to be flurries tonight.

It’s fine. Not like you haven’t done this before.

You mentally prepare yourself for that train ride while locking up the shop. Walking through the aisles at the store. Trying to resist the urge to forget about it and order in for the day.

No, no. The sooner you get it done, the more you don’t have to worry about it.

“Hey.”

You hold your breath at that teakwood scent and all black outfit. Sukuna digs his hands in his pockets, cold air escaping his lips. That one simple word makes you want to cry. Run in his arms. But you don’t know his side of the story yet. So you shakily exhale.

“Hey. Were you trying to get something? I just closed up.”

“No. I wanted to talk.”

“Oh.” You put the store keys in your pocket. Knowing Sukuna, he’d probably want to talk right here. In the freezing cold. You had stuff to do. “I need to get groceries. Is the talk going to take a while or?”

“I’ll take you to the store. The nicer one, not the one that’s rundown.”

“But the rundown one is closer.”

“I have a car.”

You pretend to be miffed, not wanting to show any other emotion that implies you’re happy he’s talking to you. During the walk, neither of you anything. He opens the door for you, makes sure your seatbelt is on before pulling off.

The hip hop is at a decent volume. Not making it hard to talk, but there’s not a lot of room to say anything. You keep to yourself and hold your tongue. He wanted to talk. He’s going to have to talk.

The drive to the nicer grocery store is fifteen minutes away. A quick fifteen minutes. Like Sukuna was driving faster than normal. Was he going to wait until you’ve done your groceries? It made sense. You’re typically a ‘get in, get out’ type of person. A talk like this might distract you from getting your necessities.

As he pulls in to the parking lot, you’re ready to get out when he stops you.

“Before we go in,” Sukuna starts, rubbing his hands on his jeans, “I gotta say something.”

Okay, never mind. He’s going to talk to you now. In the car. You look around the lot, like anyone has the capability to interrupt you two before nodding for him to continue.

Sukuna doesn't make eye contact with you. Red starts creeping up from his neck to his cheeks as his mouth opens then closes constantly. No words coming out just yet.

“I can't take this shit. Not speaking to you. Not being there for you. You’re in my damn mind all the fucking time. And I mean all the time. I can't focus on my classes. I’m pretty sure I failed my fucking finals. Not saying it’s your fault, I just can’t focus.”

“I highly doubt you failed.” You reassure him, tugging on the ends of your coat, “You’re very smart. I’ve seen the high marks in your grades.”

“Every test felt so easy. I probably failed those bitches.”

You understand that feeling, knowing you’ve done well only to get a score that wasn’t what you thought. It’s why you study so hard. Why he studied hard with you. You push for him to continue.

“Look, I thought doing more shit for the frat would help take my mind off of you. It didn’t. I can't sleep. I’ve been eating nothing but ramen and trail mix, just fucking junk food. If I remember to eat at all that day. My brother said if it was getting that bad, I needed to clear the air with you.”

He talked about you to his brother? You don’t want to interrupt him again, but that knowledge makes you warm inside.

“I like you.” Sukuna locks eyes with yours, “I really like you.”

That confession makes everything inside you flutter. Your heart burns, but it doesn’t hurt. Is it out of relief? Satisfaction? You don’t know, but you can’t confess just yet.

“Since…what happened at the party right?”

“No. Before that.”

You freeze, then blink one, two, no three times. “W-What? Since…since when?”

“Had a feeling you didn't remember…” He isn’t sad or disappointed by it, but an ache forms in your chest.

When has Sukuna started crushing on you? How did you not notice? You barely saw him and he barely saw you. Right? Right? Did you miss something? Were you too caught up in your studies to notice that a boy liked you? Likes you. He likes you.

The cold starts seeping into the car, your breath forming amongst it. You need to continue this conversation later.

“We should go inside. It’s getting cold…”

“Oh. Right.”

Usually in the grocery store, you don’t waste time. Don’t stall in getting what you need to get. There’s other things you’d rather be doing than spend hours in the store. Once you walk in, you forget to grab a cart. Sukuna is immediately on it, ready to follow you.

Wait, what are you planning to get?

You pull out your phone, only to drop it. The screen doesn’t crack, but your hands shake. It’s difficult to pull up your Notes app when your mind diverts to the fact that Sukuna liked you before the party. Before! You want to ask when, but it sounds like it’s been so long ago that you forgot.

Damn. How can you forget that a guy like him likes you?

“You good?” He asks, noticing that you’ve been staring at the produce for a bit.

“Yeah. I was trying to pick the right tomatoes.” You just grab some random ones before putting them in the cart. That list is right in your line of sight, but you’re not paying attention to it. You should ask. It wouldn’t hurt. “Uh, when…when did you start liking me?”

Sukuna looks around, “We gonna do this by the salad dressings?”

“Yes. You wanted to talk to me, so…”

He rubs the back of his neck, angling the cart so it’s not blocking anyone’s way.

“A few weeks before the party. In one of the general buildings. This girl was glued to me and I didn’t feel like going back to class. She was kissing on me and shit and I was semi bored. We were next to a water fountain and you walked by us with your water bottle.”

You put your creamy Italian dressing in the cart as he continues. “I swear I thought I saw your ass like three or four times. You walked by us like a lost puppy. I thought you didn’t know where your class was. Maybe you were trying to get a look at me and this chick without us noticing.”

“Please.” You scoff, starting to remember what he was talking about. “The water fountains on that floor were broken…I think. I was trying not to be next to y’all at all.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

An elderly woman wanted to get this balsamic dressing on a high shelf. Sukuna hands it to her as you move again, paying attention to your list this time. A few boxes of macaroni, spaghetti, and angel hair are thrown in the cart.

While pondering on needing chili powder, forgetting to check at your apartment, Sukuna keeps going.

“You finally came over to where we were and filled up your bottle. You probably thought that shit was awkward.”

“Uh, yeah. You were lip locking right next to me. And I was thirsty…”

He snorts, giving you a grin that shoots through your heart. “Cute.”

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes and toss the chili powder in, “So what, you thought me filling up my water bottle was cute or something?”

“No. When I was fooling around with that chick, my keys fell out of my pocket. I would’ve missed that shit and locked my dumbass out. But you noticed and gave them back to me.”

Sukuna’s face softens as he’s retelling the story. The exact moment you see his interest in you increase. You still don’t get it. You were being nice, making sure he didn’t run around campus looking for his keys.

“I changed your whole life by being nice, huh?”

“Yeah.” Your face gets warm at the sudden eye contact, “You’re attentive. I don’t know, it made me want to talk to you more. Wonder why you didn’t just let my keys sit there. Especially when I had my tongue down another girl’s throat.”

“Okay.” You depart from the spice aisle, going to the frozen food section. “Don’t bring up kissing on girls again, I get it.”

“My bad.”

You sigh, grabbing a large pack of hamburger and two packs of chicken. Sukuna likes you because you weren’t like those other girls. Fine, you guess you can take that. It still doesn’t explain what he was doing. Not that well, anyway.

“If you wanted to talk to me more, what happened at the party? You were nowhere near me.”

Sukuna almost hit a lady when you ask that question, both of you quickly apologizing. “What do you think? Naoya’s ass got to you.”

“No excuse. When you want to do something, you do it. Why didn’t that happen with me?”

He grimaces at that. You let him sit with that question going into the coffee and tea aisle. You grab Shoko’s favorite brand of coffee while you grab your green tea bags. Then another flavor, ginger and orange, caught your eye.

“I thought I wasn’t good enough for you.”

Those words make you pause, right when you drop the tea bags in the cart. Sukuna isn’t messing around. His brows lower, like he’s distressed. Like he believes the words he’s saying to you right now.

“Why would you think that?”

“Why do you think? I’m known as a ‘Womanizer’. I fuck anyone with a nice rack and ass. You’d think the same if I came up to you that night. Hell, you thought that a month ago.”

“I didn’t mean it.” You quickly apologize, “I was upset. And that’s no reason to say that to you. Not when you’ve been so nice to me.”

“It’s okay. I made that bed. I gotta lie in it.”

“No, you don’t.” You take a step. Holding your hands even though you want to reach out and comfort him. “You’re more than that. I promise I don’t see you as a whore.” He chuckles when you whisper that. “In fact, you’re just like those typical guys on tv. The womanizer who dates a lot of women, but has yet to find the one…”

“What if I found her?”

You stumble backwards, almost knocking into one of the displays. The heat is very known across your face and a cue to go to another aisle.

Rows of snacks are in your line of sight, giving you another distraction from what Sukuna said to you. While you decide, he picks up a bag of pretzels, tossing them into the cart before taking up your view. He leans against the rack, staring at you.

“I mean it.”

“Uh-huh. We haven’t started dating yet.”

He shrugs, “Yeah we did. August.”

“What?!” You quickly cover your mouth, making him wheeze. “Don’t tell me you count whatever the hell we were doing as dating?”

“Why not? I was practically your boyfriend the whole time.”

You fan your face, making him laugh harder. “This is not funny. I thought you were doing all of this as a bet at first. Because of what happened.”

His face sours. Any hint of amusement is gone as he gets serious with you. To tell you straight up.

“I felt bad about what happened, yeah. It was my party. That fucker shouldn’t have roofied anyone up in there. The fact that it was you, pissed me off even more. I could’ve stopped that shit. If I wasn’t a pussy.”

“And you thought following me around would make up for what happened? Because you pitied me?”

Sukuna shakes his head, all up in your face. He’s so close and you’re wondering if he’s going to do something like kiss you in the middle of the aisle. Well…that wouldn’t be so bad.

“Remember what I said first. I like you. The other shit just gave me a push. I wanted to try with you. Not just fuck you and hardly call you like I usually do with other girls. I wanted to get to know you and shit.”

You take a step further, gripping his coat to keep stable. “But you told people that you didn’t want to…”

“I was just drawing a line. Didn’t want to scare you off. Wanted to take things slow, not rush you into doing things you didn’t want to do.”

“I get it.”

He’s searching your face. Probably looking for anything to show that you don’t want this. Don’t want him. You pull away since you two are basically canoodling in the snack aisle.

You quickly pick up your Doritos and lead Sukuna to the next aisle. He remains silent. It’s your turn to tell him how you feel. If you want to forgive him. Try to be more than just friends with him. You want to ask what would happen if you two decide to just stay friends, but you can’t picture him with another woman and not get jealous.

He says he likes you. He’s willing to be more with you.

Are you?

You’re nervous and not just because you’re in the feminine products aisle, picking up a box of pads. If you tell him what you want, there’s no going back. It might lead to a road of heartbreak, despair, and you wishing you never met him. Or lead to happiness and an idea that you do deserve love. From a frat boy of all people.

“I like you too.” You admit. Sukuna’s face lights up when you keep going, “I thought you wouldn’t like me for me. I’m not like the other girls you talk to. And I’m not saying that like you know…those memes you see.”

“I know.”

“I’ve just been hurt a lot and I didn’t want to be hurt again. Especially after what happened after the spring party. I didn’t want you to be another one who hurts me.”

“And I won’t be.” He steps toward you, “I’ll try not to. Shit, I will do everything to not make you cry. I can’t picture you crying. I bet you look hot though.”

“I don’t.” You laugh. “I get snot all over me and it’s not pretty.”

“Still hot.”

You giggle, breaking down those walls. “I want to try with you. Start dating. Since December, not August.”

Sukuna sucks his teeth, “Okay.”

He takes a step closer, once again invading your space. You don’t care that he is. You want him to, after so long of being apart. He cups your face, angling upwards so you can see him more. Sukuna pushes up your glasses while his eyes trail down to your lips.

“You’re my girl now.”

“And…you’re my boyfriend. Wow, I can’t believe I’m saying that.”

“Psh, believe it.”

He leans forward, but you quickly stop him, pointing out that you’re in the store. As much as you’d like to kiss him, there are still people around. The slightly invasive conversation you two had is enough.

You double check your list, realizing you forgot a few items like tomato sauce and sugar and go back to get it. In line, Sukuna takes the front and pays for your groceries, which you’re used to him doing when he took you out before. Now, he’s doing it because he’s your boyfriend.

Yeah, he’s your boyfriend now. Whoa.

The light hits Sukuna in a different way. Before, he was Sukuna, your friend who’s in a fraternity. Now, he’s Sukuna, your boyfriend. Boyfriend. You pinch yourself and quickly count backwards from ten when he isn’t looking. It’s not a dream though. Otherwise, you’d be in a warmer setting.

The cold chills you through your coat during the trek to the car. As always, Sukuna handles the bags, placing them effortlessly in the trunk while you warm up inside. Maybe he had a point when he said you two been dating since August.

“What’s for dinner?” He asks after getting in the car.

“No clue. Was gonna put something together with the groceries I got.”

Sukuna snorts, pulling out his phone. “Yeah, okay. You want Chinese?”

“…yeah.”

The atmosphere is much better the drive back.

You two start catching up. How both of you thought the final for your civic studies class was hard for no reason. Sukuna did an example curriculum of the school year for his pretend math class, hating every minute of it yet getting an A. You tell him about your final project being a phishing simulator. It’s not perfect, but a good start for you to build on it if you want.

Before you go up to the apartment, Sukuna tries to figure out how to download the weather app you made, saying that he’s going to use yours for now on. No other app. You try to tame that fast heartbeat by quickly showing him how.

Sukuna was adamant of carrying all of your bags in one sitting up to the apartment, not wanting you to lift a finger. You think it’s silly, telling him you can carry some bags too. But he doesn’t let you, determined to show off his strength. It did work a little.

Apartment sweet apartment.

You sigh at the quiet space. Is Sukuna going to stay the night? You can show him that pirate show you’ve been watching. He might like it.

After locking the door, you turn and Sukuna is right there. The embrace takes your breath away. You squeak under his lips, gripping his shoulders to keep steady. He places a secure hand on your back, trapping you against the door to get his fill of you before you disappear. You’re not going anywhere. Not if you can help it.

With a grip on the nape of his neck, Sukuna groans under your lips, tongue sliding past to taste more of you. A sigh follows. One that expresses how much you wanted this for so long. Wanted him. You don’t forget the tips you picked up from the Halloween party as you suck on his tongue, making him shudder.

“Fuck…” He heaves with a heavy look. “You trying to kill me?”

“No…Was that too much?”

“Hell no.”

You giggle when he kisses your nose, still slightly cold. He keeps you close, digging his hands in the back pocket of your jeans, squeezing your ass.

“We need to put the groceries away.”

“Right now?”

“Yes. I don’t want these to sit out.”

Sukuna grimaces, doing one last grope and a kiss to your forehead before letting you go.

With perfect efficiency, you two put away the groceries. You have enough time to shower before the food gets here. Sukuna tells you that he’s staying over, not wanting to be apart from his girlfriend for a while.

“I ain’t ruining your holiday, right?”

You shake your head, “I won't be leaving until the end of the week. I'm surprised you're still here.”

“I wanted to mope for a bit if our talk didn't end well.” He unashamedly admits. “Jin didn't need to see me like that. Once was enough.”

You want to ask about his brother's opinion of you. It’s still too early in the relationship, but you hope it's good. Besides, your stomach flutters when he says girlfriend. Then you realize he’s going to see your room.

He’s never seen your room before.

You’ve been successful in hiding it every time he’s been in your apartment. But boyfriend’s see where their girlfriend’s live. That includes their room. Unfortunately.

“Before you go in,” You stop him by your door, not making eye contact. “don’t judge me…”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because…” When you don’t elaborate, Sukuna shakes his head, motioning you to open the door.

You’ve been in your room thousands of times, but now you’re noticing everything when he walks in. The retro, techy vibe you’re trying to go for with a mix of silver, blues, and purples. A few posters, mainly motivational, is taped on the walls. Your desk is neat with your laptop, books that you need to return to the library, with your calendar propped up on the other side.

Your bed is already made up, having that metallic sheen from your comforter as you turn on the low light in your room. The dresser contains a few of your personal hygiene items on top; lotion, perfume, deodorant. And your tv sits in front of your bed propped up on a small stand with your PlayStation connected to it.

“Much cleaner than my room.”

“What? Your room was clean.”

“Not as much as this. I’m afraid to touch anything in here.”

You roll your eyes, inviting him on your bed and giving him the tv remote. “You’re not going to mess anything up.”

“Sure.” He takes your hand, giving a gentle kiss to your wrist. You accept the butterflies while trying not to grin from his touch. “Want me to join you?”

You blink, “What are you talking about?”

“Aren’t you about to shower?”

“Oh.” You’re focusing on the hold of your wrist, hoping he doesn’t feel your pulse speed up. “Oh, uh…I don’t think my shower is big enough. And what would you use? I just have my soap and shower gel and I don’t know if it’ll be okay with your skin-”

“Babe,” Sukuna cuts you off, leaning back on the bed with that hint of amusement in his eyes. “I’m fucking with you.”

“…I knew that…”

You quickly grab your pjs and your towel, bolting to the bathroom like he’d get there before you.

Geez, you need to get used to Sukuna’s jokes again. Since he’s your boyfriend now. You smack your face before grinning to ear to ear. The smile remains throughout your shower, doing your nightly routine as normal.

The pjs you grab weren’t…ideal. You should’ve paid more attention when getting the tank top and shorts. But you weren’t going to do anything, it’s fine.

“Hey, food’s here.”

He says as you’re just opening the door. Sukuna caught the last wind of you leaving the bathroom, pausing mid step to look at you. And your Adventure Time pjs. Jake the Dog’s face plasters all over your boobs.

“Thanks.” You comment, grabbing your container of orange chicken. You don’t want to call attention to the fact you’re widely underdressed. Sukuna’s stare doesn’t help, watching every move you make. You should probably change. “Uh, this is too much, right?”

“…what?”

“My pajamas. I just grabbed anything…I can change if it’s making you uncomfortable.”

“No.” Sukuna doesn’t look at you this time, head practically in the gigantic brown paper bag. He takes a minute grabbing his food, red on his cheeks when he comes up for air. “I’m fine, this is your apartment. Wear what you want.”

“Okay. Just let me know though.”

“Uh-huh.”

The rest of your night is spent winding down. You watch tv with Sukuna and the Chinese food is delicious. He does enjoy your pirate show as his muscled arm goes around your shoulders, holding you close. There are times when he intently gazes at you, eyes tracing from your face to your body. You’ve been a master at hiding your nipples from him so he doesn’t get weirded out. But he doesn’t complain so you’re probably in the clear.

As it gets later and later, both of you migrate to the bed.

You nuzzle your face into Sukuna’s neck, taking in his warmth. He’s stroking your back while his eyes glue to the screen. A nice ending to the night.

Does this mean you two can have sex now?

The thought pops in your mind when you wake up the next morning. Sukuna’s arm is tight around your waist, keeping you close. There’s a hardness you recognize back at the Halloween party. You don’t move.

It’s not like you aren’t ready for sex. You were eager back in October and you are now. But since you’re not influenced by alcohol and have clarity of the situation, you wonder about your performance.

The most experience you’ve had was in the back of your prom date’s car. Everything was dim and you’re unsure what you did to entice your date. You do remember a few strokes to his shaft, being good enough to the point where he was going to climax if you continued. He liked your kisses. Sukuna likes your kisses.

Pleasing a man orally is something you have a gray area with. You tried it on your prom date, but didn’t like how he shoved his dick in your mouth. Almost making you vomit. You did try practicing a while back with a banana. No particular reason. Your personal hygiene wasn’t an issue either. All you need to do is research.

“I know you’re up…” Sukuna mutters, nudging into your neck.

You bite your lip when he grinds his dick against your lower back. You turn over, hit with Sukuna’s tired face. How his eyes lower, not fully awake yet for the day.

“Why are you up so early?”

“It’s not that early, it’s only 8-oh!”

Sukuna flips over, putting you on top of him. His pupils blown at your disheveled look. A boob almost coming out of your tank top and your shorts riding up way too high, showing off your pink underwear. “Shit, do you wake up like this all the time?”

“When it’s hot out, yeah.”

He lets out a rough chuckle. “Bend down.”

You do so, expecting a kiss. Morning breath isn’t a problem since you made sure he brushed his teeth before bedtime.

Sukuna doesn’t aim for your lips, but starts at your chin. A light kiss, a light inhale. His exhale tickles your skin. His nose follows along the trail of kisses. Each one subtle. Tender. Your fingers spread across his chest, trying to get stability from the fabric. His lips hit the smallest points on your body. Every touch a reminder of what he feels like.

When he slides down, the shiver in your spine goes up.

That large, rough hand makes a journey down your back. Adding heat to your cheeks, your head lolling to the side.

Your thighs squeeze against his hips. Sukuna’s hand goes under your shorts, kneading your ass cheek. The heat causes you to shake, bending down closer, giving him enough room to grope your breast. Roll his palm over it, nipple stiffing under his touch. You whimper, his breath fanning your cleavage.

“You want my mouth, baby?” You nod before pausing. The clock on your night stand is twenty minutes past eight. You do have to get dressed for work. Then you were planning to take your books back to the library since it’s on the way to the campus. You need to get breakfast too.

Damn, you weren’t going to have enough time.

“Hold on, I actually need to-ohhh.”

Sukuna manages to lift up your shirt, latching his lips on your breast. He sucks that perky bud, causing you to throw your head back, your hips back on his erection. He tenses at the feeling. The pads of his fingers dig into your bottom when you do it again.

“Fuck…”

Both hands are now under your shorts, using the momentum to grind your hips back some more. Sukuna really is huge under his sweatpants. It causes you to start a guessing game of how big he is. The first roll, you’re thinking five and a half inches. The next, where he meets your hips, you’re wondering six. On the third, your ass is in a death grip and his cock jumps from the contact. Now, you’re thinking seven inches and that you should’ve bought condoms.

You wanna keep going, but you don’t like being late for work. And each glance over at the clock, time is less and less on your side.

Crap.

“Sukuna…” You grip his head, tugging on his hair. Which is a mistake as he gives a hard suck to your other breast, rolling your eyes back. “Oh god, Sukuna…mmh-we should stop…”

“I'll be gentle if you're worried about that…”

“I'm…I'm not.” You moan when your hips grind back on his covered tip, hitting your clothed clit. He licks between your breasts, gripping your shirt to take it off. God, you want to give in so bad. You don’t want your manager to get mad at you though.

“We can't…” You stop him, hands on top of his. The pleasure across your boyfriend’s face flutters your stomach. “I have to go to work soon.”

He blinks, brows scrunched, “Really?”

“Yeah. And I need to take my books back to the library today. Or else I get a fee…” Sukuna sighs, head back on the pillow. Maybe you should’ve just stayed quiet. “I'm sorry-”

“No, babe, don't.” He fixes your shirt, “You’re good. I'm just being a fucking horn dog.”

“And that’s okay! You can be a horn dog. I don’t wanna be late for work and I should eat and take my books back and…” Study on tips to please your boyfriend. Especially if he’s gonna be like this for a while. “I should get ready.”

“Yeah.”

You quickly get up, not drawing any attention to the tent in his pants. In fact, you'll ignore it entirely.

Neither of you talk about your bedroom excursion, getting breakfast then going on campus. You don’t have enough time to drop off your books before going to work so you'll do it after. Sukuna quickly says he'll do it, knowing your student id number.

Which you don't know how he knows that.

“You surprised that I pay attention to you?” He says, balancing all of your heavy books in his arms.

“No.” You swallow the rest of your burrito, tossing the wrapper in a nearby trash can. “But out of all things, my id number?”

“Like you don’t know mine.”

You don't. Wait, should you? It'd make sense since you two are dating. What would you use it for? Sukuna has the same access as you, right?

“Some girlfriend you are.” He jokes after seeing your confused face. You suck your teeth before putting his id number on your phone.

“Thanks, but what would I use this for?”

“You have full access to fraternity privileges, baby. It's what happens when you roll with me.”

“Privileges like what?”

“Access to certain areas. I know one of the buildings the frat uses just finished putting in that computer lab. You’d like that.”

You would. You heard the processing and ram power in those computers are really good. Compared to the computer lab ones.

You hide your smile, hand on your hip. “Since you thought we've been dating since August, why didn’t you give this to me earlier?”

Sukuna’s eyes flicker, very clear that he hasn't thought of it until now. You laugh while he clicks his tongue, “Go to work.”

“Fine.” Before going inside the shop, you kiss his cheek. “Are you staying over tonight too?”

The red on Sukuna’s face comes back as he almost drops all of your books. “Yeah. I'll stay ‘til you kick my ass out.”

“I'm not gonna kick you out.”

“I don't want you to.”

If you stay like this, you'll never want him to leave. He’d distract you and then you won't get any work done. Your manager will be highly upset at you then.

Is this what having a boyfriend is like?

When you work, Sukuna continues to intercept your mind. His kisses on your neck lingers as you stock sodas. Remnants of his touch on your back tingle when you remove the expired candy from the shelves. Your tongue glides across your lips, reminding you of his tongue on yours.

It doesn’t help that he keeps texting you, telling you that he was able to drop off your books, but there’s a fee. Your heart jumps for a moment before he says your fee is your underwear. Now, it jumps for a different reason. You tell him no though, because you like the panties you’re wearing.

Your manager leaves two hours before your shift with a wave, so it’s time.

Obviously, you check on Reddit for good tips on how to please a guy. You get the usual responses, pay attention to what he likes and doesn’t like. A guy won’t hide, he’ll tell you straight up. Not a problem with Sukuna.

You want more, especially in the oral department. You didn’t want Sukuna to shove his dick in your mouth. Actually, you should start locally.

‘Hey, what are good tips for sucking a dick?’

That’s what you text in the group chat. Immediately, tons of messages start coming through. All the girls freaking out at your question.

‘HUH?’

‘WHAT?’

‘WHY?’

‘WHY DO YOU WANNA KNOW?’

‘SPEAK!!!!’

Then you tell them about you and Sukuna making up, now dating. You don’t go into major details of what happened this morning, but it leads to you going back to the first question.

‘I’m surprised you didn’t say penis.’

You grimace at Shoko’s message, ‘Trust me, I was torn between saying that and dick.’

‘Did you see it yet?’ Yuki asks, ‘Is it big? I heard through some of the other girls that it’s huge. And he’s thick like a beer can too.’

‘I haven’t, otherwise I wouldn’t be asking. I felt it a little…’

‘What’s a little?’

‘Like…the tip, I guess? I don’t know it’s been through his pants.’

‘Pull it down next time.’

You snort at the message, looking around to make sure no one came in. As usual, it’s a ghost town.

‘Okay, gimmie tips. Please.’

‘Shoko is the blow job queen.’ Yuki states.

‘Just because I suck on lollypops doesn’t mean I’m good at blow jobs.’

‘Yeah, okay.’

That’s when Shoko runs a play by play of blow job tips. How to not take it in all at once. Using your hands help. Breathe through your nose. They’re all helpful, it’ll be hard to practice them though. Maybe you can grab a banana from the dining hall.

‘Are y’all gonna fuck tonight?’

‘I don’t know. I just want to make sure I do well when we do.’

‘Oh you’ll be fine. If not and he makes fun of you for it, we’ll kill him.’

Shoko adds a gif of a knife and it makes you chuckle.

‘I’ll keep you posted.’

Less than a hour until your shift is over, you try to keep yourself busy. Not think about potentially having sex with Sukuna tonight. Or sucking his dick. Although, you’re not a 100% sure about that. Would it be odd to ask Sukuna what he likes? Reddit did say to listen to him.

Yet, if you ask him, you wouldn’t know how to act. You’ve never asked a guy like that before. Just trying to say it to a bag of chips feels weird.

Sukuna drops by ten minutes before, carrying a duffel bag across his body. You have to get used to seeing him like this. Handsome, dressed in all black like those boys mom’s worry their daughter’s about on tv. Looking like trouble, but never giving you any trouble. You hope.

He comes up with a plan for dinner. Wanting to order from the Italian restaurant around 20 minutes away from your apartment. He also got some wine to enhance the Italian experience.

“It’ll be like a date. In your apartment.”

“While we’re in our pjs.”

“Yeah.” He shrugs, “You’re hot as shit in anything you wear anyway.”

“Aww, you’re sweet.”

Sukuna winks at you before getting a phone call. He frowns at the caller id, before telling you he’ll be outside. You leave him be, not liking the face he made as you go lock up.

Was there something going on at home? Sukuna said he pushed back leaving right after the semester. Was his brother upset about that? You don’t want to worry yourself to death. Instead, you keep calm, locking the doors before making your way over to him.

It’s just in time as he hangs up, shoving his phone in his pocket.

“Everything okay?”

Sukuna nods, “Just heard from my advisor. I’m still on probation, but I won’t be expelled.”

Your head tilts in confusion, “You were at risk to be expelled? Why? What happened?”

“The Zen’in family was pissed that their prodigal son got hurt. The dean and a few other assholes called me and Satoru in question, wanting our side of the story and shit. Any witnesses. We didn’t give them any, it’s why it took so fucking long.”

Your heartbeat is in your ears, hugging yourself to keep cool. You don’t recall seeing Naoya on campus since that incident. You should’ve known that his family would try to hide him while this was going on.

“But…you could’ve told me. Even if we weren’t talking at the time...”

“No.” His response is firm, but not harsh. “I wasn’t gonna put you through that. You’ve dealt with enough bullshit already. And that asshole’s face.”

“Still…I could’ve done something. I didn’t want you to get expelled. All because of me.”

When Sukuna steps closer, he tilts your chin up, gazing at you. “It’s not your fault, babe.”

“Okay. I know…”

“Then I don’t wanna hear you blaming yourself. Ever again.”

“Right. Sorry.”

“Don’t say ‘sorry’ either.”

“Okay, so-uh, okay.” He kisses your forehead, having you lean into his embrace. “I’m glad you’re not getting expelled.”

Sukuna hugs you tighter, face against your head, “Me too.”

The rest of your day is spent being wined and dined by your boyfriend.

While you were working, he bought a few things for your little table at the apartment. A fancy, red tablecloth. Some battery operated candles. Wine glasses. He dimmed the kitchen area to make it more romantic. Even if the Italian food came in plastic containers, he spruced up the presentation by putting it on actual plates.

It was working.

The wine he got is sweet. You didn’t want to indulge, not trying to spend the rest of the night drunk. But the atmosphere is nice. Like a date.

“When we come back from break, I’m taking you out for real.”

“Oh? Where would we go?”

“Everywhere. There’s this cool bowling spot thirty minutes away. An arcade right next to it. There’s a restaurant that has unlimited wings after a certain time. Good for when we’re up late as fuck sometimes. And whatever you wanna do, I’m down.”

Maybe it’s the wine or Sukuna just going off about things he wants to do with you, you feel cozy. Unable to believe that this was the guy everyone gossiped about. Calling him a whore. Warning people not to mess with him if he walks by.

This is the Sukuna you want everyone to see.

It would be unfair to keep this version of him to yourself. But Sukuna allows people to see what he wants them to see. With you, it feels like you’re getting all of him. And you don’t mind it either.

After that romantic dinner, you decide it’s a good time to watch Kitchen Nightmares reruns. Lying in bed, Sukuna on his phone as you laugh at the episodes, cuddling in your pjs.

Your phone vibrates and it’s your friends texting if you and Sukuna had sex yet. Oh right. That. Sukuna doesn’t seem to be in a ‘let’s have sex’ mood. He’s been scrolling on Twitter, showing you tweets occasionally that were funny. Nothing to tell you that he wants to have sex.

“By the way…” You start, capturing his attention, “I’m ready to have sex. Whenever you’re ready.”

You want to let him know, so he’s aware that you’re down. Not right now, just anytime. Since you’re dating and all.

Sukuna tenses, eyes wide. He doesn’t say anything for a couple of seconds, making you wonder if you broke him. You’re just letting him know. He always tell you things, so you want to tell him things too.

“Uh, okay. Cool.”

You smile, giving him a thumbs up before watching tv again. You feel lighter, happy to clear the air. The oral thing still lingers in the back of your mind. Hopefully, you perform well enough for him.

Sukuna doesn’t do anything after you say that. You weren’t expecting him to. Everything feels like it’s normal, watching tv, him on his phone. Although, you noticed he’s been looking at the same tweet longer than five minutes. But he’s probably watching tv.

You yawn, noticing that it’s almost midnight. You have to work in the morning too.

“Fuck it.”

Sukuna leans over to kiss you. You keep up with his rough kisses, each embrace making you dizzy. He overshadows the tv, tongue letting its way through your lips. You gasp at the bite of your bottom lip, his hand squeezing your mound. The hand on his bicep is the only thing you have grounding you.

During the kiss, his hand lazily unbuttons your pajama top. Like he doesn’t want to pull any of them off. Every time a button is loose, your breath catches. Sukuna consumes it, determined to take all your oxygen until you have nothing left.

“You’re good with this, right?” He stops, finally letting you breathe. Your chest heaves as your pj top is open, not exposing your breasts just yet. “Just…say the word and I’ll stop.”

“I’m okay with this.” You grip the nape of his neck and pull him back down.

Sukuna parts your shirt, rolling your nipple under his palm. Your thighs squeeze together as you tug on his hair. The reward is his groan combined with a pinch to your nub. He releases your lips to draw attention to your neck. He nibbles on your skin, sucking at the flesh and pulling it to draw noise from your lips.

You whine, hands trailing down his broad back, finding the hem of his shirt to lift it up. Once it’s gone, your core flutters. You don’t know what Sukuna’s body does to you, but every time you see it you can’t think. Those wide pecs, hard abs reveals the truth of how strong he is. The tattoos paint his body like a work of art, mesmerizing you with each line, each flex of his muscles.

You never thought you get to have this in real life. But you do.

You deserve it.

“You miss this?”

You bite your lip to hide a smile, “A little…”

“Imma make sure it’s a lot.” Sukuna seals that promise with a kiss, both of his hands on your sides, thumbs rubbing along your stomach. He slides up to grope your breasts, making you push up against him. Those lips of his attack your neck again, like he hasn’t had enough of tasting you yet. Pretending he’s marking you all over.

Your eyes roll back from every squeeze, every nip. You didn’t want to scream your lungs out across the room, alerting your next door neighbors. But he’s making it really hard for you not to. All the attention he gives is borderline overwhelming. But you want more.

Sukuna latches his mouth on your nipple, giving you the idea that he loves your chest. He always wants to give your breasts the attention they deserve. Each one getting a kiss, a lick, a nibble, a suck. Causing your toes to dig into the comforter, holding him close.

His finger pulls at the band of your pajama pants, making them snap against your waist. You jolt which makes him do it again. Your nails scraping against his neck. He shudders against you, pulling at your pj pants again before sliding them down your legs.

You hold your breath, watching him lift up your hips, pants going past your thighs, then your legs, disappearing on your bedroom floor. Sukuna rubs under that space under your knees, zoned in on the simple, blue panties you’re wearing.

“You okay?” You nod, but he shakes his head. “Need you to say it.”

“I’m okay.” Sukuna grins, tugging on your panty line. Before he takes them off, you remember something. “Condoms?”

“I got some in my pocket.” He pulls out a few golden packs to reassure you. “I don’t want kids anytime soon.”

You giggle, “Me neither.”

Sukuna takes off your panties slowly. The clothing drags across your thighs, your heart speeds up in anticipation. You close your eyes, not wanting to see his reaction of you being bare before him.

You did your best keeping up the maintenance of your sex. It’s not a full grown bush, but you wanted it to be presentable. A brief moment you thought about doing a heart, but you thought it was a little corny and decided against it. Plus, you didn’t want to upkeep that the entire time.

Air hits your cunt, making you realize how wet you are. All of that from kissing and him rubbing on you. Man, you are easy.

“Look at me.” One eye opens, seeing your boyfriend hit with the lust bug. He’s panting, spreading your legs to get a good look at your pussy in the dim light. Pupils blown and a very noticeable tent under his pj pants. “Holy shit, look at you…”

“Thanks.” You say, but grimace. Who says ‘thanks’?

“I wanna taste.”

You blink when he gets on his elbows, hanging off the edge of your bed. Palms latching on to your thighs to keep you there. You’re holding your hands, unsure what to do with them. “Okay. I shouldn’t taste bad, I’ve been pretty good in keeping up with my-oh.”

A long lick on your cunt silences you. You decide that your hands belong in your pillows as Sukuna gives you another lick, parting your lips and knocking the wind out of you.

The tip of Sukuna’s tongue grazes your clit, causing you to grip the pillow. He does it again, making sure your legs stay open. That idea of not wanting to moan so loud fades. Your pleasure is the main focus and you want your boyfriend to know how much of a good job he’s doing.

His groans resonate against your sex when he speeds up, giving a suck to your clit, earning a whimper from you. A finger carefully pushes in to your hole, your head pressing deeper into your pillow.

“Oh my god…” You sigh, making an attempt to move, but he doesn’t let you.

“You like that?”

“Yes…” He rewards you with another finger, thick digits pumping along your soaked walls. Spreading them apart to make you cry. You gasp, unable to focus on his endless attention to your clit and his fingers. Your abdomen surges with that familiar feeling again, moving your hips to get away.

“Breathe, baby. I got you.”

He spreads your legs wider, hitting a spot that makes your mind go blank. He keeps lapping at your cunt, not stopping or slowing down. A part of you wants him to, thinking it’s going to be too much. You don’t say a word. Instead, you grip those pink locks of his, keeping him there.

“Sukuna, you should stop I’m gonna…”

He doesn’t, curling his fingers up. Something snaps after his long suck to your clit, your entire body shakes. A burst of pleasure rushes through you. It’s much stronger compared to the Halloween party, your head falling back, eyes rolling and lashes fluttering as Sukuna helps you through that rush. His constant licking and sucking and fingering keep you in that state for much longer. While you moan to the stars.

You twitch when it gets to be too much. His cue to stop, kissing the inside of your thighs as you come up for air. You don’t speak for a moment, ecstasy heavy on your body. Yet, you feel so light at the same time.

“You good?” Sukuna asks, hovering above you. He’s searching your form, expecting you to back out and say it's too much. You weren’t going to.

“Yeah. I feel good…”

“Damn right you should.” He kisses your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips. The gentle encounter allows you to taste yourself. It’s not that much of a taste. “You wanna stop? It’s okay if you want to.”

“No, keep going. I’m okay…” You seal the deal with another kiss and a tug on his sweatpants. He lets you continue, pulling them down and off, leaving him in his boxers. Which you don’t waste time in removing either.

You wanna see what the fuss is about.

“Whoa.” You gawk at the size that is Sukuna. He sits back when you sit up, making sure you get a good look at him. How he’s thick like a beer can, his length slightly curved down, a bulbous tip. A few veins line up on the side, making you lick your lips.

“You wanna touch?” He whispers, taking your hand, not guiding until you say the word.

“Yeah…”

His cock is warm and slightly sticky. You immediately get why when pre cum pools from his slit, trailing down to meet your hand. His own is on top, showing you to show you how he likes it. Your boyfriend is so thick that you need two hands.

You get comfortable before concentrating on what he’s saying. Keep a stable grip while you stroke him. He likes when your thumb circles around his tip a few times, catching some of his cum before smearing it down on his cock.

“Squeeze at the base right there-fuck yeah, that’s good…”

You mentally pat yourself on the back, following his instructions. It’s to the point where Sukuna doesn’t need to show you. His chest rumbles, head lolling from side to side as you keep going. His nostrils flare while you focus on making sure he feels good.

“You look so fucking hot right now.”

You bite your lip, glancing up to see his eyes lower, lips parting. He looks cute like this. Face tattoos, piercings, and all. “Do I?”

Sukuna’s breath hitches when you thumb his tip, “Yeah. That same sexy ass face you make when you're studying.”

You didn’t know your focus in your studies is attractive to him. No wonder he keeps staring at you.

“You like that, huh?”

“Yeah…shit…”

Would you still have that same face performing oral? You did say you want to work on it. And you want to see what his cum tastes like.

You bend down, swirling your tongue around his tip.

Sukuna grabs your head, but doesn’t make an effort to pull you away. It stays there while you’re taking in all his cum. Not a single drop missing.

Then you slide him past your lips, just a little, your hands following suit. He chokes and the grip on your head gets tighter. You suck on his tip, still stroking him at the appropriate speed. You appreciate him for not shoving his dick in your mouth so you take him in a little more. Saliva coating his shaft.

“Fuck, baby…”

He groans when you moan against his length, slowly bobbing your head. Sukuna grips your comforter, the sounds of his pleasure getting louder and louder. You look up and your cunt flips at the sight. His head back, mouth agape, chest heaving.

Yeah, you definitely see the point in giving blowjobs.

“You’re killing me here, fuck me…” Sukuna grunts, not making any moves to get you to stop. His hips accidentally move forward, catching you by surprise. “Oh shit, I didn’t mean-”

You hollow your cheeks, getting a deep groan from him. Almost like he’s about to reach the peak of his own pleasure as well. Shoko told you that you didn’t have to swallow. But Sukuna’s cum doesn’t taste bad, you don’t mind.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum if you keep this up.”

You want him to, but his self control is impressive. He stops you, pulling you off his dick with a wet pop. You’re wiping your lips when he suddenly gets up, head on the door, taking deep breaths.

Did you do too much? That’s on you for wanting to get him to cum in your mouth. Hopefully it happens another time.

“Are you…?”

“I’m fine. Just…give me a minute.” He sighs, not moving away from the door for a few minutes. You twiddle your thumbs, letting him get himself together.

This must be what it’s like to not have sex for a few months. You didn’t realize he’s that sensitive. You try not to smile at the thought.

Sukuna comes back, crashing his lips against yours. You’re maneuvered to your back, already breathless from his quick kisses. He’s between your legs, tearing the condom wrapper with his teeth. Gently, his fingers dip inside you again, using your slick on his shaft. Just enough of it to allow him to slide that condom on easily.

“Go slow.” You say, “Penetration is a lot and I don’t wanna…”

“I got you.”

He lines himself up, tip prodding at your entrance. Your eyes meet Sukuna’s as he pushes himself in, carefully. Gently. You latch on to his forearm, taking in a breath during the push. No wonder everyone says he’s so big. You can feel him take up your entire cunt, practically full.

Sukuna doesn’t move, allowing you to get used to him. He gives your face gentle kisses. You take every single one, relaxing.

When you’re ready, you tell him, allowing him to put his hips back, cock completely gone from your hole, before pushing back in. You moan at feel of him, holding him close when he does it again, setting a nice rhythm.

“Oh…” You exhale from each push and pull, any thoughts that you can conjure fades away. Entranced at the fact that Sukuna’s cock is disappearing inside you so easily due to your wetness.

His abs contour during each thrust. His brows lower every time he pushes in. How he groans in your ear, letting you know how much he’s enjoying this.

“Fuck, you feel so damn good…” He rasps, smoothing his hands along your thighs before gripping and wrapping them around his waist. He picks up speed, skin slapping along his skin. Breath tickling you and making you hold on tighter.

God, you don’t want him to stop. You don’t ever want him to.

He knows it too with the way you latch on to him. Burying your face in his neck, taking in the mix of sweat and his cologne. It makes you feel safe, wanted like this. You don’t know if you can feel like this with anyone else. If you even want to.

Not when he dips in between your legs, rubbing your clit to match his thrusts. Sukuna hisses at your nails in his skin, but he doesn’t stop. It fuels him to go faster. All you can do is take it, show your boyfriend how much you needed this.

“Feels good, yeah?” He huffs when you nod, “Better than that fucking prom date?”

Way better. No doubt about it.

As that familiar feeling rises, Sukuna doesn’t stop. Ramming into your wet pussy, messily rubbing your clit. You push into his hand, making sure he hits a point that causes you to croon. You scratch his forearm during your sudden climax, squeezing around his cock.

Sukuna grits his teeth, desperate to chase his high now. He’s lost all sense of rhythm. Just thrusting inside you, eyes never leaving your face. Like he wants you to see him come undone. Watch how vulnerable he is above you. Dark eyes rolling back, his hips suddenly coming into a halt. Delicate gasps that trickle into low groans, muscles taut.

One of the best things you've seen in your entire life.

You’re not sure if he’s breathing until he inhales, crashing beside you. Catching his breath with an arm draped over you.

The wind breezes against the apartment windows, adding to the silence that follows. You can’t feel your legs. That’s a first. You don’t know if you’re alive right now. Everything is light, peaceful. Almost like heaven.

Sukuna pulls you out by cupping your face, giving you a brief kiss.

“You still with me?”

You nod, “Are you?”

“Thought I passed out for a second.” He chuckles, “This is what I get for not cumming in a long time.”

“It’s only been four months.”

“Too fucking long.”

You shake your head when he stands, going to your bathroom. You wonder what he’s doing when he comes back with a warm rag, the condom gone as he wipes between your legs. He carries you to the bathroom when you have a hard time standing. You didn’t care when he watches you pee at this point.

You feel good. Everything about you feels good.

He helps you put back on your pjs, doing the same with his. He takes you in his arms, kissing your forehead. Your eyes grow heavy and his warmth doesn’t help.

A part of you wants to pinch yourself, feeling like this could all be a dream. That Sukuna will disappear when you wake up in the morning. But it can’t be one. It’s what you want, what you haven’t had before.

You never expected your fall semester to end like this. The distractions, problems you didn’t want all accounted to a frat boy who likes you. Wants you.

Sukuna may just be a brief encounter in your life and that's okay.

You hope he's not. You can’t see yourself with anyone else right now.

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You still have no clue why this tall, intimidating frat boy was next to you, acting like he’s your long-lost friend. You never interacted with Sukuna before that time when the spring semester ended.

Your friends, Yuki and Shoko, persuaded you to go to one of the frat parties with them. You figured you could give time to celebrate since finals were over. Drink, play a few games, and hang out.

Things were going well at first. You met this good looking guy, Naoya. His family was one of the generous benefactors to the school and you knew he could get anyone he wanted with his status. Which made you wonder why he came to you. Giving you his full attention, bringing you drinks, leering at you while he talked. You weren’t going to sleep with a guy you just met though. Naoya took it to heart and next thing you knew, your head was spinning. Right after he gave you another drink.

Your friends were nowhere to be found and Naoya was very touchy feely. He kept whispering in your ear, coercing you to go upstairs with him.

Everything was a blur, but you found yourself in some guy's bed the next morning. Clothes still on, no ache between your legs. The door was locked from the inside too. You weren’t sure who’s room you were in until you opened it, seeing Sukuna sitting right outside.

His eye was black when he gave you a water bottle, searching your frame.

“How you feeling?”

Your head weighed a ton and you’re still not a 100% sure where you are. Bile lingered in your throat, giving you the urge to throw it up, but you can’t. “Sick.”

“No shit.” You grimaced at the sharp tone, gulping down more water. “You don't feel strange, right? I didn't hear that door open but-”

“I'm fine.”

You shoot him a reassuring look that he takes. “Got anyone I can call?”

“I got it…”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” You hiss, making sure you had your belongings before leaving that maze of a house. You didn’t mean to be snippy. The entire situation was embarrassing. You didn’t tell anyone about it, not when you got almost 100 calls from Yuki and Shoko alone. Already calling the police and everything.

You didn’t want to go to another party ever again.

Sukuna had no ties to you besides that interaction. So, why is he here? One of his frat bros probably made a bet with him. To talk to the nerdy, quiet girl in his class. Have sex with you for a quick buck.

When the professor arrives, your curiosity goes away. You're here to learn, not wonder why a frat boy was next to you. And why he isn’t sitting next to the prettier girls in front of you, who keeps looking back and giggling.

This is gonna be a long semester.

“Where's your next class?”

You freeze while putting your laptop away, “In the tech building across the quad.”

“Alright.” Sukuna stays there, intense, reddish brown eyes not leaving yours.

“You can go. I'm sure you have other places to be.”

“Yeah. Like taking you to class.”

“But I'm really okay-”

“Uh huh.” Without asking, he takes your bag, draping it over his shoulders, not bothered at all by the extra weight. “Let's go.”

What the?

Sukuna keeps your fast pace across campus. During the trek, you give him your schedule when he demands your number. He knows about your six classes this semester, giving you a concerned look like that very day. One of the classes is asynchronous though, immediately lightening the load.

You expect him to leave once you arrive at your classroom, but this man doesn't falter. He takes you to the room, waiting until you're at your seat before giving back your bag.

“I'll be back to pick you up.”

“No that's not-” Your phone vibrates and you see Sukuna’s text message, an emoji of a demon.

“Save my number. I'll text you when I'm on my way.”

You can't find the words, stuck on the fact that he walked you to class and gave you his number. Even your classmates who walked in, all within the same social caliber as you, are surprised at Sukuna’s presence.

“You got lunch?” You shake your head. “We'll get lunch after you're done.”

When he leaves, eyes are on you. You do your best to ignore them. Sure, it's not like everyday a frat guy comes into a computer class. Taking you, someone’s whose major is very tech heavy. You’re not going to make this a big deal.

Sukuna picks you up, the scent of smoke is fresh, making you cough. With your bag on his back, he takes you to a ramen place. He pays for your food, picking a nice spot besides a gigantic window. The entire time you’re expecting him to be whisked away. Plenty of people giving him high fives, shouting the Alpha Phi mantra like a million times, asking when his next party will be, which you cringe at.

But he stays. Sitting right across from you at the booth. Slurping noodles. You still didn’t know what to say besides thanking him for the food.

At this point, you ponder pinching yourself to wake up from this dream.

“You’re quiet.” He states.

You refrain from rolling your eyes. “I have nothing to say.”

“Doubt that.”

He’s not wrong. If you ask him why he’s here, he might wake up and leave you after lunch. Then you can go back to never seeing him again. Besides the extravagant frat announcements and him kissing random girls in the halls.

“Why are you in civic studies?” You ask, hoping to ease yourself into popping the big question.

“I need it for my major. Had to take a ‘current event’ class, this was it.”

You weren’t that well versed in all the majors in your college, but you can’t guess what type of major Sukuna is. You’d think the most obvious one is sports, but you haven’t seen him play in one of the giant ass stadiums the campus has. So that’s out.

“What’s your major?”

“Education. Preferably math, but I’m trying to see if I can get some classes in to help with history. I might do that when I get my masters.”

Your eyes widen, “Masters? Really?”

“Yeah.” Sukuna’s eyebrow raise at your surprised tone, “What, you didn’t expect a guy like me to get his masters?”

“Oh no! No, not at all! I just-well…” You give up, deciding to go back to your food. You didn’t want to offend the big bad frat boy more than you have.

“It’s fine. We’re even.” He shrugs and you’re expecting the table to go back to silence, but he continues. “What’s your major?”

“You probably know already.”

“I don’t, that’s why I’m asking.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. An amused grin appears on his face, waiting for your answer. “Computer science. Not sure about masters, but I minor in film.”

“You like movies?”

“And tv. If I’m not studying, I’m doing that.”

“Favorite movie? Tv show?”

You take a bit to respond. Only because a girl came over to your table, ignoring you completely. Her cheer attire sports the school colors, red and white. The scent of her perfume is sweet too, like she came from a bakery.

“Suk suk, why didn’t you say hi to me today?”

“I was busy. Go away.” He waves her away, surprising her and you.

“But-”

“I can go.” You shift to leave, not wanting to block him from canoodling with the pretty girls. “I have to go to the library soon and-”

“You’re staying here.” He commands with a point, “We’re not done. And I’m taking you to the library.”

“No, it’s fine-”

“Stay. Here.”

You stop, meeting his unsettling gaze. Sure, you can ignore him and leave, but something tells you to not piss him off. The cheerleader on the other hand, stomps her foot, throwing a little tantrum. “Ugh, no wonder everyone calls you a whore.”

That is definitely not directed to you when she storms off. Sukuna isn’t phased, letting the moment pass.

So, he does want to sleep with you? Is this his technique before he goes in for the kill? To get you to lighten up before inviting you to his bedroom? While you can’t help, but be flattered, you shouldn’t entertain this any longer.

“Sorry. She’s a pain in my ass.”

“Old hookup?”

“Yeah like freshman year. Don’t worry about it.” You’re not reassured, but you hold your tongue. “Anyway, your movie? Or tv show.”

“You’re...gonna judge.”

“I’m not, stop assuming.”

“No like, I seriously think you might judge me.”

“Try me.”

He leans forward, ramen already finished, eyes never leaving yours. That intense gaze causes butterflies to appear in your stomach. A feeling you haven’t had since you spoke to Naoya.

“Favorite movie is Sucker Punch. And before you start, I’m aware that a lot of people hate that movie, but I just love it, okay?”

“’Cause who wouldn’t love hot women daydreaming about badass situations to escape their fucked up lives?”

“Exactly,” You sit up straighter, “you get it. Even the…hot women part...I connect with it a lot.”

“You trying to tell me that your life is shitty or something?”

“No,” You cringe, “I don’t know you that well enough yet to trauma dump.”

The chuckle that escapes his lips is low, almost unnatural. Despite his frat persona and the menacing aura he gives off when stepping into a classroom, this is a side you didn’t expect to see. Not this early. Actually, not at all.

You like the slight smile he gives, how his tattoos loosen with his angled jaw. There’s a crinkle in the corner of his eyes and you wonder if anyone else notices that about him.

“Okay, good to know you’re not a stuck up movie nerd.”

“Do the glasses give that away too?”

“A little.” He motions to your bowl, almost gone, a few noodles and broth remaining. “You gonna eat that?”

You shake your head, pushing the bowl towards him. It explains why he’s so huge. The guy ordered the largest bowl on the menu and yet he had enough room to finish yours.

“My favorite show depends on my mood. Right now, I’d have to say…House.”

Sukuna snorts, sitting back in the booth, glancing at you up and down. “I was expecting a documentary or some shit like that.”

“Ha ha. You want me to shout stereotypes at you now?”

“One of them is already true.”

Once again, he’s not phased, but he doesn’t wear the label with a sense of pride either. Like it is what it is to him. Must be nice to not care about how people perceive you. If only you had the same mentality.

“You set yourself up for that being in a fraternity.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes, “I like to fuck, big shocker.”

You zip your lips at that topic. A nice lunch on the first day of the semester was not going to immediately open you up about your sex life. Which…is practically non-existent.

“As long as you’re being safe.” You get up, checking the time on your phone. “We should go. It’s a bit of a walk back to the library.”

“What, you think I'm going around giving people chlamydia or something?”

“No!” You stumble at his words when you two walk out of the shop. Sukuna’s amusement causes your cheeks to burn even more. “God, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just saying I-”

“Yeah, yeah, safe sex and all that. I know how to fuck safely.”

“Okay…”

You try to walk faster back to the library. Unfortunately, Sukuna keeps up with you, pointing out how cute and flustered you look. Him calling you cute is not going to help his cause of getting into your pants.

The library is right near your last class of the day. Once again, you’re waiting for Sukuna to leave, but he sits right across from you in a study room, propping his feet up on another chair as you pull out your laptop. Both of you hit that level of quietness, headphones on, in the zone with whatever you’re doing.

You’re looking over all the materials from your classes, printing them out, putting everything in your planners. Your binder separated and color-coded for each class. Every syllabus is hole-punched and slotted inside. Sections of pages highlighted, adorned with your annotations.

It’s a hour before your last class of the night that you finish. To kill time, you watch tv. With Sukuna across the way, you glance over to see what he’s doing. His laptop is up, rap music blaring in his ears, drowning everyone out.

You admire the focus in his eyes, not wanting to mess up his flow. So, you go back to your original plan.

Although, your attention hardly remains on the show. Even though it was about a chaotic family trying to survive together. The thought of why Sukuna is hanging out with you comes back.

You need to rip the band-aid off. Ask him why he’s sitting here with you. Buying you lunch. Walking you to your classes. He looks up at you when you reach across and poke his free hand, pulling out his earbuds.

“Why are you here with me?”

“Because I want to be.”

Okay, you can’t tell if that was a vague or direct answer. “Are you struggling with a class? Or…are you trying to get serious about your studies?”

You’re not a tutor, but you have had people come up and ask you questions about some of the material in your classes.

Sukuna shakes his head, “I said what I said.” You grimace, not wanting to be rude and ask him if he’s trying to sleep with you. Then you’d be weird for asking that in the first place. “Why?”

“Because neither of us knew of our existence until last spring.” His shoulders tense up while he glares in the distance, anger towards something else. “I mean, I knew who you were, but I’m sure you can’t say the same about me. I’m a little…weirded out, that’s all.”

His face turns sour. This time, you’re waiting for a “fuck it” and a storm off. Except Sukuna runs his hand through his hair, ruffling up those pink locks.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No…”

“Good. Don't think too much into it.” He puts in his earbud, going back to whatever he was doing. You do the same to bide time.

On your last class, Sukuna walks you in, saying he’ll take you back to the apartments when you’re done. You don’t protest, only nod.

Shoko texts you with a picture of you and Sukuna walking across campus together. You have no idea how she was able to take that without you spotting her, but told her you’ll talk about it later.

After this, you want to take a nice, long shower and snuggle up in your pjs.

If Sukuna doesn’t try to invite himself in to your apartment.

You stop being surprised when he’s there, smoke coming from his nose before flicking the cigarette away. Being bold, you wave away the smoke, making him let out a harsh laugh.

“Too much?”

“No, I’ll get used to it.”

Your apartment is a ten minute train ride from campus. Sukuna is a hair away from you. You’re wondering if it’s because you’re ready for him to confess he wants to sleep with you. Then you can politely decline him and call it a night.

No, a few rowdy frat boys come on the train too. One of them being Naoya, sporting a different frat logo on his jacket, Beta Gamma. He sees you and you see him, but there’s no attempt to come over. Not when Sukuna is right beside you.

Boy, if looks can kill.

Naoya’s head would’ve been sliced in half with the way Sukuna stares at him. His body taut, jaw locked, hands bawled into a fist. Those strange feelings came back, now poking your heart.

Would it be a bad thing if he wanted to fuck you? Now? No.

“When did he switch houses?” You ask.

“I made him after I beat the shit out of him.”

“Ah.”

“It’s all I could do.” He sighs, “Can’t report him because of his family.”

You did hear Naoya’s family are generous benefactors to the campus. Now, you know how deep if the college has has a potential rapist running around. Great. This should scare you, but you try to remain calm. Nothing goes well if you freak out. “Is anyone aware?”

“Gojo made sure all the sororities and clubs are aware. The campus board won’t act until there’s evidence, which is fucked.”

“Is that why you’re here?” You push, putting two and two together. “So you can play bodyguard with him walking around?”

Sukuna huffs, “I told you don’t think too much into it.”

“Then just say yes or no.”

“No.” He quickly says. His annoyed face deterring you for a moment. Almost like he’s offended. “You want that to be the case?”

“No.”

“Alright then.”

Your apartment is only ten minutes away from the station. There are hardly any lights on the way there, making you wonder who you can call to get that fixed. Sukuna is still close to you, surveying the area the entire time. Naoya and his buddies stayed on the train, so you don’t know who else he’s looking for.

He’s there when you swipe your card, taking the elevator up to the third floor. Hands in his pockets, calm as a cucumber. Around the corner and up an illuminous hallway, there’s your door. Apartment 313. You thank Sukuna for everything today. He shrugs, brushing you off.

“I can’t pick you up tomorrow cause I have class early as fuck. But I’ll see you after.”

You blink, “You’re gonna be with me again?”

“Duh. Why did you think I asked for your schedule?”

Your mouth gapes at the answer you were thinking. The question you want to ask. “You…don’t have to do that, you know.”

“Yeah, but I want to.”

That ‘why’ forms at the tip of your tongue again. “Is this an assignment you have to do or something? Follow the nerdy girl around for charity reasons? Your frat always does humanitarian stuff so-”

“That’s more of Geto’s scene. Not mine.” He scoffs, “Fraternity’s don’t have time to do shit like that anyway. It’s time consuming.”

“So…”

“So…” Sukuna pokes your forehead, “don’t…worry about it.”

You don’t push him further, saying goodnight and you’ll see him tomorrow.

Like clockwork, Shoko bursts from her room, immediately asking you to spill on what’s been going on with you and Sukuna. Your hang out has been the talk around campus. Everyone wondering if Sukuna is finally being serious about his degree or if he’s stringing you along.

You don’t care. All you want to do is keep your head down and do your work.

“What did you do to make that happen?”

“Exist apparently.” You exasperate, “You know he’s talking about seeing me tomorrow? After he’s done with his class.”

“You two are cute together.” Shoko lazily holds up her hands at your scowl, “I’m just repeating what Yuki says.”

“I don’t want to date.”

“Liar.”

“It’s true. I don’t have time when I’m worrying about classes. And I start working at my campus job again tomorrow so-”

“You can’t add one boy in your schedule? Does he even fit?”

A guy like Sukuna shouldn’t be considered in your calendar. He’s too different, going against everything you stand for when it comes to education. The distraction you can’t have right now.

“No. He’s probably doing all of this for a bet with one of his buddies. Guys like him don’t talk to people like me.”

“Some do.”

You groan, a headache coming on. “Don’t put that in my head.”

“Would you change your mind if I keep going?”

“No.”

“Booooo.”

Shoko hangs up and you decide to tucker in early.

The idea of Sukuna, coming back to spend time with you again is absurd. He parties, drinks, smokes, all past midnight. You’d be annoyed if you go to bed past that on a school night. Whatever everyone was suspecting, it wasn’t going to work with you.

You’ll wait him out. After a week, he’ll get bored of you eventually. Then you can go back to your typical college life.

The next day, you see Sukuna after your first class. He tells you on your way to your next one that he doesn't have classes until the evening. So he's free for a while.

He finds out about your job on campus, at a little snack store. Only a handful work there out of rotation, but it's some money in your pocket. It's a night shift though so you're not done until 9pm.

“You wanna come to a party with me after?”

You eye him, “You’re joking.”

“I'm not.” His grin makes you roll your eyes. “Come on, it'll be fun.”

“Yes, drinking until I pass out would be very fun. Especially since I have a class in the morning.”

“You get it.”

You shake your head, “I'll pass.”

“You’re so responsible.” He grunts, walking you to your seat.

That's it, you’re expecting him to not come back after this. You just proved to him that you're not fun to hang out with. Therefore, he's gonna ditch you, causing you two to go your separate ways.

But no, he comes back.

Sukuna takes you to lunch again. He pays and tries to strike conversation with you. It’s how you know of his schedule. It's like yours but backwards, two classes on Monday and Wednesday, three on Tuesday and Thursday. Nothing on Friday. He doesn't like early classes as much, preferring later ones, but the classes availability this semester didn't get him much to work with.

So he's been drinking a lot more coffee.

You don't know why he’s telling you all of this besides lowering your guard. It is funny to imagine the big, bad frat boy with a caffeine addiction though.

When he drops you off at the campus store, he lingers by the candies, pondering at the assortment of gummies. His scrunched face is cute. How his lips poke out, the silver brow piercing protruding.

“Tell me what you want and I'll get it.” You say.

“Nah, I'll get it.”

“And lose out on the 20% discount?”

Well, when you put it that way, he picks up the cherry shaped candy. His candy is only like a dollar off, but it's something.

“Still no party?”

You shake your head, “I'm good. Go have a good time.”

Sukuna doesn’t look too pleased at your response, but he doesn’t push it. Ah, a frat boy who takes no for an answer. You should pinch yourself.

You're left to your own devices in the store. The manager checks in every few hours, but besides that it's just you. All the work that needs to be done, finished in the first hour. Restocking, wiping down shelves, and checking for anything that expired. The faint sound of today's hits play in the background, while you greet any customer that walks in.

The store gets packed when classes are let out. A long line of people with an energy drink/snack to get them through the day. Time does go by when it happens, leaving you a sigh of relief once the rush is over. And you go back to “working”, which involves you sneaking in some readings from your classes.

On the last hour of your shift, your job completely drags. Hardly anyone comes in so you’re left to entertaining yourself. The manager hardly pays attention too, being in his own world inside his cubicle of an office.

‘Are you going to the party tonight?’

Yuki texts you after you two struck up a conversation of her outfit. The tube top and her short skirt is her attempt to get laid tonight, already fulfilling her sorority duties.

‘You’re the second person who asked me that.’

‘Who was the first? Shoko?’

‘Nope.’

‘Oh your boyfriend?’

‘He is NOT my boyfriend. I told you how I feel about frat boys.’

‘Yeah, but Sukuna is hot.’ If there was a camera in front of you, you’d look straight at it. ‘You should go. It’s only the first week of the semester.’

‘I’ll pass. I need to update my calendar when I get off work anyway.’

You hate to pass up on seeing Yuki, but you’ll see her tomorrow. After work, you weren’t going to be in the mood to party. It would mess up your schedule.

‘You know college is more than just studying.’

‘So you’ve told me.’

You get it. College is the time where people find themselves. Without any limitations compared to high school. The constant supervision and parents being on you 24/7. But you were always studious, making some time for friends when you can. Okay with being by yourself to discover who you are without feeling pressured or forced to.

That party last spring was your attempt to branch out and look what happened.

Thirty minutes until your shift and you’re doing another quick once over of your duties, making the time speed up faster. The monotonous act of restocking candy bars by the register continues as the bell rings in your store. You do a light greeting while checking the date on the bars.

“Pass me one of those.”

You jump at Sukuna’s presence before immediately giving him the chocolate bar, “Why are you here?”

“Left class early. Was getting boring.”

“You’re not supposed to do that.” Your lips purse as you finish stocking. “What if you missed something important?”

“The professor was spouting bullshit about equations, I got it already. If need be, I’ll read the heavy ass book I got.” He snarks, adjusting his bag.

“The guy who wants to teach math is complaining about the heavy textbooks.” You laugh a little, pushing up your glasses. “You’re strong enough to handle a couple of them.”

“Yeah, I’ve managed to carry your heavy ass shit.”

“Funny.”

Sukuna grabs a few more things, a couple of waters, sour candy and a coffee. At the register, he stops, looking back at the snacks. “You want something?”

“Oh, uh…” You quickly go over and grab a peach tea, putting it with his stuff. He lets out a ‘heh’ and you’re not sure why.

“You gonna give me that discount again?”

You roll your eyes. “I can’t use mine if I’m on the register.”

He blows a raspberry, “Then give me yours for later.”

“No.”

“I’m buying you a tea.”

“That I can take back if you’re gonna be like this.” You reach over, but his hand on top of yours. The warmth from him makes you realize how cold your hands are. And how…firm his is. What do people say about men with big hands?

…what the fuck is wrong with you?

“I’m fucking with you.” Sukuna says.

“Right. Sorry.” You ring him up, placing his goodies in a bag. “Thanks for the drink.”

“Yeah. I’ll be outside.”

Now, you wish your shift didn’t end. You’d have to endure the awkward air between Sukuna because you didn’t realize he was messing with you. You were always like that, having certain things go over your head. People acting serious when they were joking with you. You never got the hang of it.

So this frat boy was going have to witness an awkward side of you. As if the glasses and the reserved nature you try to maintain wasn’t enough.

Sukuna loses his cigarette when you walk up to him, blowing the smoke away immediately. You’re waiting for him to act funny about what’s happened, ditch you to go to the party everyone keeps talking about.

He motions to the train station, “Ready to go?”

“…what?”

“What do you mean ‘what’? I’m taking you home.”

“But…the party…”

“You said you weren’t going to go. It’s fine if I’m late. It ain’t nothing anyway.”

“I don’t want you to miss a party because you’re taking me home.”

“Then…” He steps towards you, his head tilt with a smirk. You clear your throat at the smell of smoke, not wanting to admit how attractive he looks here. “You wanna go to the party?”

“Not a chance.”

If you were another person, a more fun, outgoing one, you’d say yes. You don’t know what you’d get up to. Maybe try beer pong or criticize the loud music. If Sukuna wanted to hit, you’d need a drink in you to say yes.

“Ah well.” His shoulders slump, “Then I’m taking you home.”

You don’t say anything else. None of you speak much, besides him saying at your apartment door that he’s going to pick you up tomorrow. You don’t question it. You try not to anymore.

Without realizing it, you expect to see Sukuna during your time in campus. He’s by your side on your way to class, before and after work too. You’re waiting for him to stop this after a week, not wanting to give in to whatever he’s doing.

But he doesn’t.

He continues to buy you lunch, hang out with you and takes you home. If a test goes longer, he waits. If you manage to get out of class early, he leaves his own class to meet up with you. Even after you tell him not to that.

Sukuna gives you that smirk, smelling like a mix of smoke and Febreze because you told him to stop using cologne, fluttering your heart.

This simple routine, one that you try so hard to follow, now involves him, a guy who would be caught dead talking to someone like you. Yet, here he is.

Could Sukuna be here to stay? Is he really trying to be your friend and not want something more out of his odd companionship? If so, that would be pretty nice. Despite that hard exterior, Sukuna is the opposite when you get to know him.

He told you about his family one day in the library. His older brother, Jin, is pretty much all he has in his life. He just got married and they’re having a baby on the way. Not sure if it’s a boy or a girl yet, but his brother will keep him updated.

You didn’t expect that. For him to open up to you like this in the library. To see him relax in your presence, revealing his true self.

In turn, you tell him about your life. How your family is close by the college, your parents wanting to be near you just in case something happens. You have a sister, but she’s still in high school. A small family nonetheless. To this day, your mom still asks for updates about what’s going on in school.

You haven’t told her about the incident and you don’t think you will until you graduate.

Sukuna doesn’t bring it up either. You don’t want him to. As if he sees you're embarrassed by the situation and doesn't want to talk about it. Sometimes you catch his gaze. You expect him to glance away, but he doesn’t. Those eyes touching your soul. Like he’s sorry for you.

But you don't think it's pity. Pity is what he had when you came out of his room that day. This feels...different.

All of this could still be an act. A long, drawn out one.

He's popular, handsome, with a bad boy attitude. You shouldn't fall for it. No matter how many times he's nice to you. How he jokes with you. How he looks at you. Constantly.

You can't.

It's better to be his friend.

“Shit, I forgot to tell you.” Sukuna stops you when he drops you off at class, “I won't be able to pick you up later. I got this stupid ass test and I'm gonna be a while.”

“Ah, for your calculus?”

He nods, “I'm not worried. I'm just sick of these back to back tests.”

“Says the future teacher…” You laugh at his playful glare. A part of you should be relieved that he's not gonna be here when you come out of class. But everything you've doing lately has been…really nice and this test is ruining it. “I'll pick you up then. Oh, uh, not like pick you up, but I can meet you there…if that's ok?”

His brows raise, “Wait forreal?”

“Yeah? Why are you surprised?”

“I was expecting you to ditch me.”

You groan, “Why would I ditch my friend? That's rude.” Sukuna shifts, almost uncomfortable. “I don't have a problem waiting for you. Don't rush your test.”

“Alright.” His hands dig in his pockets, “You gonna give me something if I pass it?”

That sly tilt of his head makes your cheeks burn. He's done this lately too. Ask you basic questions while giving you this look. A look you've seen him give girls when they used to be all up on him. Is it crazy to say that you like it?

He stares at you, anticipating an answer.

“I'll bring those cherry candies you like. As a treat.”

Sukuna snorts, “Not the treat I want.”

“Oh.” You think with a frown, “Then the peanut butter cups? I know the store has those…”

“Damn, you’re clueless.” He flicks your forehead, “Go to class.”

You rub your forehead, “Ow. I'm not clueless...I hope you get a B on your test.”

“Better than a D.” He waits for you to sit down before leaving.

Your C++ class didn't have your full attention because of that damn treat. It would be nice to give Sukuna something as a reward for finishing his test. He's bought you little snacks and treats before, so this is the least you can do. For your friend.

He didn't want candy. He's been enjoying those overly sweet coffee beverages back at the store. Although, he's consumed a lot of sugar lately. Maybe the trail mix he stole from you last week would work. Even though he blabbed to your face about the nuts inside.

Why was this hard?

After class, you rush past your classmates to go to the college store. There you end up grabbing everything Sukuna might like, energy drinks, granola bars, and one pack of his cherry gummies. He needs to have options. Whatever he doesn’t use, you’ll keep it in your fridge or bag until he’s craving it.

He’s in one of the general buildings for his test. Once you find the room number, E12, you park yourself nearby on a bench. Sukuna texted you that he’ll be a while, but it’s okay. You had nothing but time.

Well, besides two assignments you wanted to knock out tonight, but it’s fine. You can be delayed for a while.

As time passes, you see some people start to leave. None being the big, bad frat boy. Fifteen minutes turn to thirty. Thirty becomes a hour. It’s pushing eight and you know he’s given another hour to finish. You’re hardly away from your apartment no later than 8:30 and that was because you ended up leaving work a little later one time.

Would going back to your apartment later be so bad? You don’t do much besides relax and binge tv after your assignments.

Sukuna comes out ten minutes after, leaving time to spare. You quickly jump up and meet him at the door.

“How was your test?”

“Oh fuck!” He jolts, holding his chest at your presence. “How long were you here?”

“Uh, about a hour and some change. I told you I’d pick you up.”

“Yeah, but…” Sukuna fixes his bag, “’didn’t think you’d show. You like to be at your apartment at a certain time.”

“It’s fine. The apartment will still be there.” It’s not like you had a curfew. You’re grown. Able to go out as late as you want and come back as late as you want. Not being back at your apartment in time was no big deal. You hand him the bag, “Here’s your treat. I didn’t know what to give you so I just kind of…bought some stuff…”

He digs in it, nodding at the options. “Still not what I meant.”

You huff, “Okay well, what did you mean?”

“Heh, that was cute.”

“Sukuna…”

He sighs while looking past you, creating a drawn out silence. You have no clue what he’s thinking. There's no shift in his demeanor.

“You wanna go back to the house with me?”

“The house as in…?”

“The frat. Chill in my room, you can do your homework before I take you home.”

You blink, not expecting that type of offer. Was his treat getting you to spend more time with him? At night? That wouldn’t be so bad if that’s the case.

“Oh. Would you be willing to? It might get pretty late.”

“I don’t give a fuck, you know I stay up late anyway.”

Right. So do you when you don’t have classes.

“Yeah, sure.”

The growing light in Sukuna’s eyes is interesting. With that wide smile he gives, you didn’t know any better but to assume he’s elated. He takes your hand, not your wrist, to pull you along, you can’t think. Instead, you let that bergamot scent carry you all the way up to the fraternity house.

The mahogany colored building is big enough to fit an entire football team in there. Navy blue and gold banners of Alpha Phi decorate the walls. Elegant shrubbery and miscellaneous statues are everywhere you look. Other frat members are having a mini party outside. Some guys throwing around a football while music plays from a Bluetooth speaker.

The pledges are outside the lawn too, holding up signs while in their underwear.

“’I pissed myself kissing a girl in middle school’.” You read, causing Sukuna to cackle hard beside you.

“The funniest shit I’ve ever heard.” Yeah, it was a little funny, but you weren’t going to say that. “Read this one.”

He pulls you toward another guy where his sign states, “’I once ate cow manure because I thought it smelled like chocolate.’ Oh god, is your brain okay?”

Sukuna raves, bending over and holding his side while the pledge's face turns bright red. “That one is new. I’ve never seen that one before.”

“What does this do, exactly?”

“You gotta be tough as nails to join our fraternity. Emotionally and physically.”

That explains why they're half-naked. “Isn’t this a little…cruel?”

He shrugs, “I did this without any underwear. They got lucky.”

You don't wanna think about Sukuna being outside in the cold like this, ass out, shivering while holding up his sign. You’re not sure where you were when that ordeal happened.

“How long do they have to do this for?”

“Another hour, but I’m letting them off now for good behavior.” Sukuna whistles, capturing the pledges attention. Even yours. “Go put your shit back on. You’re done for the night.”

A collective sigh of relief occurs from the pledges as they clear out the lawn, running past you and into the house. You smile up at him, giving his hand a squeeze.

“That was nice of you.”

He darts away from your gaze. “Don’t want you to think that I’m always an asshole.”

“I hardly thought that to begin with. When you’re with me anyway.”

There goes that stare again and your stomach fluttering because of it. He leads you through the doors, showing what has changed since the party.

No cups on the floor and an abundance of people corralling around the space. Instead there’s a grand opening, a chandelier hanging above that wasn’t covered in toilet paper. On your left, two guys are playing normal ping pong, having a couple of beers. One with silver hair and uncanny blue eyes that he hid under his shades, the other with long, black hair that put yours to shame. You immediately knew that was Gojo and Geto.

They were both at the party. Gojo picking random people to do karaoke with him while Geto was kicking everyone’s ass at beer pong.

“Don’t come in my room.” Sukuna states, “I have a guest.”

“That means turn up the music louder so we don’t hear them.” Gojo snickers, Geto doing just that which makes Sukuna shake his head.

“Assholes.”

Whoa. Was Sukuna about to…with you? Did he give off those vibes the entire time and you missed it? You told him it’s best to tell you about things straight up and not beat around the bush. What if he was doing the complete opposite when it came to sex? And you said yes like a fool, oh god.

“Wait.” He stops when he’s outside his room, looking back at you in question. “What are we gonna do when we…step inside?”

Sukuna looks at the door then back at you. “Like I said, chill. You get to do your homework while I fuck around.”

“Oh. So not…you know…”

He squints, not understanding. “What?”

“You know…the reason why people call you a ho.”

“Oh!” He aggressively shakes his head, “No. Fuck no. You’re not into that.” For some reason, that stings your chest when he leads you inside his room, closing it behind him. You miss the warm feeling from his hand, but you had bigger things to address.

“Hold on, you don’t think I like sex?”

Sukuna darts his eyes around the room, “Uh, yeah. You get all weird when I bring it up.”

“I don’t get weird.”

“Yeah, you do. You're being weird right now.”

He motions to your tense shoulders. Your face burns and you can’t look at him directly. “No, that’s not-Okay. I do like sex. It is a good…stress reliever-don’t laugh.”

“I’m not.” Sukuna bites his lip to hold in a laugh, which irks you. “Never heard anyone say to me that they think fucking is a good stress reliever.”

“Because it is.”

He’s right in front of you. Your cheeks go numb as he curls his finger under your chin, making you look up at him. If you had the best memory in the world, his face would be etched into it. The dark, intricate tattoos and his piercings fit his handsome face perfectly. Like he was born to have them.

“Have you fucked anyone before?” That question knocks the wind out of your lungs, only allowing you to nod. Sukuna sucks his teeth and you’re unsure why he doesn’t like that answer. “Since when?”

“Senior year in high school. After prom. We did it in the back of his car. Wasn’t too comfortable…”

“That doesn’t count.”

“Uh, yes it does. And since you’re asking me all the questions, when was the last time you had sex with someone?”

“The first week of this semester.”

That is…not the answer you were expecting. “So, you haven’t been anyone for over a month?”

“Yeah. Guess I should drop my ho card, right?”

His thumb rubs your chin and it feels nice. That unexpected feeling trickles down from your stomach and to your core. Wait, you should respect boundaries.

“No.” You back away, not making eye contact. “You’re going through a dry spell.”

Nothing else comes out of Sukuna’s mouth. Not when you’re focusing on another topic.

His room seems larger than the last time you were here. Various posters of rock bands, athletes, and women on the walls. A plush, cream colored carpet that leads into an ensuite bathroom. His bed is bigger too. A queen compared to the full he had last time.

“Did you get a promotion?”

“I guess being vice president is a promotion.”

You blink, mouth agape. “Whoa, vice president?”

Sukuna waves it off, removing his jacket and shoes, “No big deal. Just more fucking responsibilities. Meetings. Shit like that. I still get to do the parties and the pledges, at least.”

You ignore his sadistic grin when mentioning the latter, “Did they throw a party for you though?”

“Yeah, during that first week.”

Your stomach drops at the realization. Damn, he was inviting you to his party announcing him as VP, and you didn’t go. Some friend you are.

“Sorry, I didn’t know…”

“It’s fine. I didn’t exactly tell you either. Had a feeling you wouldn’t go regardless of what I said.”

You can’t blame him for being correct, but now you’ve offended him twice. It’s best to go so you won’t do it a third time.

“Look, you can take me home, I didn’t mean to-”

“No, you stay.” His hand is on top of yours, stopping you from grabbing your bag, “You ain’t do shit to me, okay?”

“But I…”

“You’re fine. I want you here.”

Those words get you all funny inside. He wants you here. At least he’s clear enough to say that.

He has a desk that hardly looks like it’s been touched, a bunch of textbooks on it. So you do your work there. Sukuna tosses them in a corner for you before turning on his tv.

“You okay with rock music?”

“Yeah. Just not so loud, please.”

He gives you an okay sign before turning on one of his playlists. The screaming and various instruments actually help you focus as you’re doing your assignments. Sukuna goes in and out of his room a few times, saying to text him if you need anything.

When he’s in, he’s using his dumb bells, working out while singing along to whatever song he has playing. Because you're weak, you couldn't help, but glance over. His thick arms glistening with sweat. The black tattoo wrapped around his bicep does nothing to hold it in. When he stretches, a small, black tuff of hair peeks though his jeans. He chugs a bottle of water, his Adam’s apple bobbing during each gulp.

You snap out of your trance when he looks over, faking a thinker’s face. That’s enough distractions for the night.

When you take breaks, you add the songs Sukuna played to your list. You snack on the leftover spinach dip their house chef made and ask about his posters.

Slipknot, Sleep Token, and The Killers are bands he's seen live. He wants to go to this music event months away to see all his favorite bands perform, but he's saving money to do that.

He also loves jujutsu. He was in a club until college. He practices now and then, but the sport isn’t as prominent in his life like before. Pride forms on his face when he shows you his huge, golden trophy, telling you how he won that right before he graduated.

You don’t ask him about the half naked women.

A chill session. An attempt to hang out without expecting more. You like it. You wouldn’t mind doing this again.

It’s eleven when you finish. Is it odd that you don’t want to leave? Wanting to hang out with him a little longer? Your first class tomorrow got canceled so you didn’t have to worry about waking up as early. Sukuna’s winding down too, ditching the rock music to reruns of Kitchen Nightmares while scrolling on his laptop.

You expect him to be doing something frat related. Maybe go to an unexpected party somewhere. But no, he’s here. With you. Why does that give you butterflies?

“All done?”

You nod, going over to the edge of his bed. “I can relax for the rest of the night.”

Sukuna checks the time, immediately sitting up. “I can take you home now, if you want.”

“Oh, uh actually, is it okay if I stay a little longer?”

Another strange look, but he doesn’t push it. “Yea, that’s fine.”

You end up watching his tv, enjoying the reruns though you’ve seen them a thousand times. Sukuna ends up putting away his computer to watch with you, showing you that he knows these like the back of his hand too.

You’re beside him in the bed when you watch Gordon argue with an owner about his food. Laughing when he whispers in the owner’s ear that he can cook. It gets you every time.

“I like your laugh.”

Your face gets hot at the compliment. He’s gazing at you, features soft. “T-Thanks.”

“Uh-huh.”

There was no attempt to move. Sukuna remains on his side of the bed, looking at you. You can see his eyes trace your face; your big, square glasses, cute nose, pretty lips. You’re wondering if he’s starting to change his mind about not sleeping with you.

That…wouldn’t be a bad thing. But you’re not ready. Like physically.

You need to shave. Or get waxed. You wouldn’t forgive yourself for pulling the meanie frat boy looking like that.

What are you thinking? You and Sukuna are supposed to be friends. Friends. He already admitted he doesn’t want to fuck you anyway. You can’t entertain your mildly horny thoughts.

Kitchen Nightmares forces them away, leaving you and Sukuna laughing and talking in his room for a little while. About any and everything. The conversations lasted for hours, time flying by.

Then, an alarm wakes you up and it’s not yours.

A heavy arm is around your waist, grounding you to the bed. Harsh groaning kisses your ear when Sukuna turns abruptly, turning off the alarm.

“Loud ass shit…” You freeze, his arm going back to where it belongs, pulling you closer to his chest. His chin is right above your head as his breathing starts to deepen again.

How did you manage to fall asleep in his room? It doesn't matter, you have to go.

You can't move. Or don't. You’re not going to tell him this, but he’s very comfortable. It soothes you in a way you didn’t expect. And want more of.

But you don’t know what time it is and you’re supposed to meet the girls soon for breakfast. So unfortunately, your comfort must come to an end.

You shift, trying to pick up Sukuna’s arm and remove it carefully. His arm is as heavy as it looks, like an entire brick. You didn’t want to wake him up, but wait, doesn’t he have class soon?

“Sukuna.” You call. He grunts, that arm you almost manage to remove locking you back in tight. “Sukuna, you gotta wake up.”

“For what…?”

He grumbles and you can’t help but think about how cute he sounds, “Don’t you have to go to class soon?”

You hear a light snore and you’ve accepted your fate. It didn’t seem too bad lying next to him. Your clothes were still on too, down to your cartoon socks. He didn’t touch you. He could’ve but…he didn’t.

Another alarm rings and that’s definitely yours. Sukuna moves his arm, giving you a chance at freedom. You had a hour to meet up with the girls.

“Holy shit.” Sukuna sat up, wearing amazing bed head while looking around. “What time is it?”

“Eight. You have class in thirty minutes.”

He waves you away, lying back down. “Fuck class.”

“Not this time. You have another test, remember?”

You giggle at Sukuna’s groans, gathering your things. “I gotta go. I have plans with my friends.”

The tiredness he has fades away when he hops up from his bed, “I can take you home.”

“Uh, no. You’re gonna waste time getting me there. I’m good, just go get ready.”

He grimaces, not liking that you’re right. “Fine. Text me.”

“I will.”

Sukuna insists on walking you out though. His frat mates giving him odd looks when he says he’ll see you tonight after work. “We should hang out again soon.”

“Yeah! I had a good time.”

“Me too.”

His low smile continues to make you feel funny. You wave him goodbye before beating it to the train station. You have to shower, grab your books for your one class today and your work shirt. It’ll be tight, but you’re not complaining.

On the outskirts of campus, there’s a little diner. It’s mainly listed as a hotspot for students during the school year. Their breakfast is great, which is why Yuki wanted to meet there.

“Wait, you two slept together?” Yuki asks, mouth gaping.

“No, we didn’t.” You roll your eyes, “We were in his bed, but nothing happened. We fell asleep watching tv.”

“And he ended up cuddling with you.” Shoko says, pouring a bunch of syrup over her pancakes.

“His arm was around my waist, but it’s not a big deal.” Your friends glance at each other before back at you, making you frown. “It’s not. Don’t think so much into it.”

“Okay, what do you want us to think then?”

“That Sukuna and I are friends.”

“Not with how he looks at you.”

You blink at Yuki’s words, “Huh? He doesn’t look at me any type of way.”

“Right, cause men are never subtle. Especially Sukuna.”

You’d agree about Sukuna’s subtly. He’s been direct with you since the first week, so if he was interested in you, he’d say it to your face. But he hasn’t.

“He’s not interested and I’m okay with that.” They give you an eyebrow raise. “I’m serious! This is the most I’ve done in terms of ‘branching out’ this semester. I don’t want a boyfriend from a frat or anything else. I like hanging out with him.”

Shoko and Yuki probably don’t buy it and that’s okay. What you’ve said was the truth. Well, 80% of it was. That 20% still lingers on when he said he liked your laugh last night. How he listened to you talk about your future job in cyber security while the tv ran in the background. He didn’t make fun of you, pushed you into doing something you didn’t want to do.

Sukuna is sweet. Attentive.

What you like. Want, but can’t have.

Even if you share alike interests, getting to know each other, you’re still…you. Sukuna is still Sukuna. At the end of the day, he wouldn’t be with someone such as yourself.

“Fine. We’ll leave you be.” Yuki says, making you relax. “We got more important things to talk about anyway.” She pulls out the poster for the Halloween party her sorority, Delta Phi Gamma, is having in a few weeks. The bright orange letters paired with a dark purple background and multiple pumpkins made your eyes adjust.

“You finished the poster?”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to waste too much time on it. All people need to know is that we’re having a party. Filled with booze, snacks, and a badass DJ.”

“Sounds fun.”

“And you’re going.”

“What?”

“Told ya.” Shoko mutters, stealing a piece of your omelet.

“Come on. It’s not a frat party for one. Two, I want to see you in a costume.”

You suck your teeth, pretending the omelet was better than this conversation. You haven’t even told your friends what happened at the last party. Although, this was a sorority party, coming with some expectations and rules. Maybe it’ll be better than a frat one.

“As much as I love your movie marathons,” Shoko adds, trying to help, “I think the party will be fun. Plus, Yuki is organizing it so you know it’ll be good.”

That is true. Yuki’s role in the sorority is usually social, but she wanted to have a hand in planning the party. With the quality of the poster and the desperate attempt on wanting you to go, made you realize that this is important to her. You didn’t want to let anyone else down because you stuck to your homebody ways.

“Fine. Can I pick the costume? Or do you already have one in mind for me?”

Yuki grabs Shoko, shaking her while squealing. Some of the patrons in the diner turn to her direction before going back to their food. “I already have a costume in mind for you.”

“It better not be skimpy or I swear-”

“It’s not! But we are going to wax your legs for it.”

Here you go.

The party is a few weeks away, but Yuki already sent you her mood board for your costume after breakfast. She wants you to go as a sexy witch, which is hilarious how ‘sexy’ is capitalized and bolded.

You hope she doesn’t overdo it. Yuki was already the type of person to do a lot since you’ve known her since high school. While being surrounded by the usual group of cheerleaders and football players, she gravitated towards you. Making attempts to bring you out of your shell while not irritating you.

No one is sure how the two of you ended up being friends, but it worked.

And she’s about to send you to a party.

Will Sukuna be there? Some sororities invite fraternity's if they have a good relationship with each other. Sukuna and Yuki know each other in passing.

If he’s going to be there…you’re unsure what to do.

Do you think he’d like you more if you were sexier? Lose the glasses, wear a less revealing outfit to entice him? Make him lose his dry spell as soon as you walk through those doors? Damn, that 20% is turning into 30%.

The week after, Yuki’s posters is all over campus.

Everywhere you turn, they are in student's hands, on desks, some trash cans. Everyone talking about when they’re going to the party and what they’re going to wear. Even the frats are planning. When you hung out at Sukuna’s again, you heard some of his crew spout about going.

Yuki is going to flip when she sees the turnout.

“You going?” Sukuna asks when you hand him a piece of candy.

“Nah.” You lie. Yuki wanted to keep your appearance at the party a secret. So she didn’t want you to tell anyone about it, especially Sukuna. As a surprise. “You?”

“Yeah. Gotta see how your bff does in party planning.”

You snort while jotting down notes in your required reading of the week. “With how everyone’s talking about it, she might have you beat.”

“No, she doesn’t.” He tsks, “It’s all about the turnout. If it’s so hype that the cops show up, then that’s a party.”

“Ah, good to know.”

You definitely hope the cops don’t show up. Another tick of going to a college party and something fucked up happens. Then you’d start thinking you’re cursed.

“You should go.” Sukuna says. There’s no begging or pleading in his tone, but his soft eyes says it all. Probably having the same mindset as your friends “You deserve to have fun.”

“You’re right. But I typically just eat some candy and binge watch horror movies. It’s tradition…”

“And you can’t break it just for this one night?” You shake your head and his eyes narrow. “Would it make it better if I say I’ll watch over you the entire time? Nothing will happen when I’m there.”

Your chest tightens at the suggestion. Now, you didn’t want to lie to him. Not when he’s indirectly mentioning the incident and confessing that he’ll protect you. Like a dark knight keeping you safe.

All more of a reason to stay quiet.

“You’re sweet, but I’m good. Maybe next time.”

Sukuna’s eyes dart away and he remains quiet. You don’t think he’s angry at you, but he's not happy about the outcome of the conversation.

This Halloween party needs to hurry up.

On the day before, you had to decline Sukuna’s hang out offer as Yuki and Shoko slept over at your place to help you get ready.

You endure the pain from the wax. The hair ripped off all over your body is damn near torture. Halfway through, you consider forgetting about the entire thing. But this was for your friends. How they want you to have a good time. So you stay quiet.

You stopped complaining when your body is smooth as a baby’s bottom. It was weird, but you kinda liked it. With the combination of your nails and feet getting done, a test drive of your outfit and protecting your hairstyle for tomorrow, you were ready. Excitement lingered in the back of your throat, making you unable to sleep.

You are going to a party tomorrow. Yuki’s party. And you felt damn good about it.

The challenge came from diverting Sukuna’s attention all day.

You thought you had the liberty of not seeing him until your second class, but he said he’s skipping it to pick you up. Which, he’s never done that before. He’s joked about doing it a bunch of times, but you didn’t expect him to go through with it. On today of all days.

“You get your hair done?” He says when seeing you come out of your building, eyes blown wide at the break of your typical hairstyle.

“Oh yeah. The girls were over my apartment last night. We just did our hair and painted our nails.” You show him the black, galaxy paint on your fingernails. Sukuna takes your hand, admiring them. Thank goodness the cold air helps cool down your hot face.

“Looks good.”

“Thanks.”

He drives you to campus in his black car. The roaring of his engine hardly bothers you, but this time it adds to your anxiety. You have to get through your class, finish work, and then get dressed for the party. Easy peasy.

Sukuna’s thick arm brushes along yours, “Hey, did you…?”

“Oh!” You take your arm off the rest, keeping to yourself. “We also did some waxing too. It hurt, but…I got used to it.”

“Your skin is soft as shit.”

“Thanks. I might do it again more often.”

He glances at you strangely. Like he wants to ask more questions. “Look, I know you’re still nervous about the party tonight. So…what do you say about it just being us tonight?”

“What?” You face him, eyes blown wide. “Why?”

“Well, you said it’s tradition to watch horror movies and shit so, why not join you? Everyone will be out partying tonight. We can grab food and I can go back to your place. Then I can watch you cower behind me like a baby.”

Your heartbeat goes a mile a minute. So many words said to you in so little amount of time as he’s parking in front of the fraternity house. He wants to watch movies with you and blow off the party. Sukuna, the king of throwing parties and going to them. He wants to spend time with you. Alone. In your apartment.

“I can handle watching horror movies, you know.”

“Uh-huh.” Sukuna opens the car door for you, grabbing your bag. “You freaked out when we watched The Nun last week.”

“That was super scary, I didn’t like that…”

“I know.” He’s close, taking up all the space so you can focus on him and only him. “You shouldn’t be by yourself. I don’t want you to.”

There’s that look again. Not where he’s looking at you odd, but the one where your friends are making you question if you and him truly are just friends. His eyes are low, the proximity not being a problem for either of you.

As much as you want to say yes, you cannot cancel on Yuki at the last minute. You plan is to be there at her party for her. And Sukuna can’t not show up if he wants to ditch it to hang out with you.

“You should go to the party.” You step away from his car, walking to create distance. “I appreciate the effort. I don’t want you to miss the party because of me.”

“Fuck the party." As always, he catches up to you. "It won’t mean shit if you’re not there and alone.”

“Yeah, but you’re VP. Don’t you have to be there?”

“No. The entire frat will be there, I don’t have to show. I can hang with you.”

“I still don’t think that’s a good idea-”

“Why not?”

“Because…” Words struggle to form on the tip of your tongue. You had to make him go, no matter what. “I just don’t want you there. I want to be left alone for the night.”

On any other day, you’d say yes. Spend time with him, watching movies while eating a pizza. Just not today.

You can’t forget the way his face falls. Right outside your classroom. Your breath catches, struggling to express how sorry you are. He didn’t speak when walking you inside the room, placing down your bag. He didn’t say goodbye when he left, leaving this discomfort in your chest.

Shit, you fucked up.

You want to move, ditch your class and apologize. You didn’t. Class only became a blur. Your body trembling with anxiety.

What if he ends up not going to the party at all? What if he shows up to your empty apartment with the food and wonder where you went? Too many outcomes that could mess up the night.

Sukuna does pick you up, acting like his normal self. He takes you to lunch and doesn’t question you. Doesn’t push. There is something there though. A hint of melancholy. Which is why you apologize for what you said, but still stand your ground that he should go to the party and not worry about you.

He doesn’t like that. The twitch of his brow, how he doesn’t look at you when you say that. You don’t know what could possibly be going through his head right now. But you didn’t want him to hate you.

“Yuki is going to be picking me up.” You say when he drops you off at the store. “So you don’t have to worry about getting me tonight.”

“Why is she picking you up?” He questions, “Doesn’t she have a party to look over?”

“Yeah, but she wanted to see me before she gets shit-faced drunk.”

Sukuna scoffs, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Okay.”

“You stay safe tonight. Don’t party too hard.”

“Sure.”

You didn’t expect him to be upset over your “plans”. Or maybe he didn’t want to go to the party. You wanted to cheer him up somehow. Which is why you go over and give him a hug, face in his chest, gently patting his back.

Sukuna’s entire body tenses for a moment before his arms envelop yours. He almost picks you up the way he hugs you tight. His face buried in your neck, taking a sniff of your clear scent. It gives your body goosebumps and you hope he didn’t feel them.

“Don’t be mad. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’m not mad.”

You shake your head when you can clearly see the annoyance in his face. “Right.”

When you try to pull away, Sukuna doesn’t, keeping you in place. Right besides the register. Thankfully, no one has come in yet, but you did have to start working. Not pay attention to his warm eyes and how they don’t want to let you go.

“Sukuna…”

“Are you sure? I don’t have to go to this party.”

“Yes. Go have fun.”

He sighs, pulling away once and for all. You wave him away as he leaves and let out a sigh of relief. You need to get through this shift. Then it’s party time.

Thank goodness the store picks up throughout your shift. Making the time go by faster. So you don’t linger on Sukuna’s unhappy face. You hope he shows up. Then you can show him that you can be fun. That you can branch out and be different.

Yuki swings by when picking you up, wearing this huge trench coat. It was a chilly outside on the way back to your apartment, where you all get dressed.

Gone is the long-sleeve shirt, jeans, and sneakers. A black corset, tied tight to your frame, a short black skirt, fishnet tights and ankle boots replace them. Your makeup was done, your eyes lined to highlight their shape and you decide it was a good idea to keep your glasses off. Yuki says your glasses don’t take away from the sexy look, but you wanted to keep them off.

Even though your eyesight wasn’t the best, the glasses felt like a barrier. An object to stop you from doing what you want to do. And you wanted that to be gone just for tonight.

“I hope you get laid.”

Yuki’s words make you laugh, “Let’s focus on the party first.”

“If you do,” Shoko cuts in, fixing her witch hat after putting on yours, “you better tell us all about it.”

“Please, I’m not gonna get laid. We’re going to have fun.”

Together, you three go to the party.

The cold air kisses your skin, making you clutch your shawl when you get out of Yuki’s car. Wolf whistles occur which Shoko responds with a middle finger while Yuki cutely waves. The group costume is already working out so well. Some girls even pointed out your makeup and corset.

It adds to the fluttering feeling in your chest, reducing your anxiety. For a moment.

The feeling rose and gathered in your throat when arriving at the sorority. The house is of a similar build to Sukuna’s fraternity house, in structure and layout. The only difference is the sorority colors, rose pink and turquoise, and the atmosphere is more…controlled.

Not too much chaos, but as you step closer the music got louder, people clamoring inside. One of the greeters, Utahime, who’s your buddy in your computer classes, waved at you all. She was dressed in all white, including her bow.

“Oh my god, you’re here?”

You shift, not making eye contact. “Yeah, why not? Can’t miss a good Halloween party.”

She squeals, “I saw a karaoke machine on the second floor, we have to sing together.”

“Now wait a minute, you’re making me do too much.”

“Your mind will change in a few hours.”

You hope not. It’s crazy enough that you decided to come to a sorority party. Doing karaoke in front of your peers is something you’re not ready for yet.

“We’ll see.”

“I’ll drag her to the floor, just say the word.” Shoko says, causing you to make your way further inside.

The party is packed.

Music blares against the windows, red cups spread throughout the entire house. Games are on to your right, from beer pong to darts to a shot competition. On your left, people mingling. Some couples were making out in the corners. Others having heated discussions of why your school football team will win this year.

You don’t see him yet though.

“I’m getting a drink. You?”

Well, as long as Yuki is getting it, you should be ok. “Yeah, I’m down. You know what I like.”

Shoko leans on you, “Make mine extra hard.”

“Like this is a bar…”

“You wanna dance or should we get a little tipsy first?”

You laugh, “Let me get a drink first. And some food.”

You thought you heard Yuki say there’s going to be pizza so you want to get some of that before it’s gone. On the way to the kitchen, more compliments are spewed your way. Mainly from men. Calling you and Shoko hot. Saying how your tits look good in that corset. Which, you brush off when getting your slice of pizza.

Sukuna still wasn’t to be found on the way to the kitchen. And you linger there just to see if he needed to eat too. But he doesn’t show. Yuki meets up with you with your drinks, taking one of Shoko’s pizza slice in exchange for her drink.

Should you ask? How would that look? You'd be a friend, who's curious about their other friend. It’ll also remove that thought from your mind of him waiting outside your apartment building, waiting for you to pick up. Your phone is on, so if he did call, you can tell him you’re at the party.

“Did…you see Sukuna here?”

Yuki hums while sipping her drink, “I did.” You don’t focus on your heart jumping at the confirmation. “He’s a little pissy right now though. I wanna hide you a little bit longer.”

You purse your lips, “Don’t do that. I wanna say hi.”

“He’s gonna steal you away from me.”

“Be forreal.”

Shoko snickers as Yuki groans, “Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

She lets you finish your pizza, leading you past crowds of people. Shoko decides to stay behind, going to chat up with Geto who walked in for a slice. As you push past people. the beat of your heart grows. All you’re doing was saying hi to Sukuna. Then apologize for lying to him about not going to the party. Hopefully, you two can hang out while you’re here and spend Halloween together.

Going around the corner back to the congregating area, you see him. In an all black harness strapped to his broad chest and hard abs. Matching with his pants and black boots. Red, pointy horns secured on his head and a skinny tail.

Shit…shit.

You freeze, pulling Yuki back who looks back in question. “I changed my mind. Let’s do something else.”

“Huh? We’re just going to say hi.”

“We can say it another time.”

“Oh girl,” Yuki’s smug face heats up your cheeks, “if this is your first time realizing your friend is hot, then you need to be fully exposed.”

“Yuki!”

“Hey, Sukuna!”

He glares over at Yuki before seeing you there. And he just, stands there. Eyes darting to all of you. Your outfit, your hair, your missing glasses. His face softening and turning into…something else. Something else that you like. Especially when he’s exposed to you like this in a way you’ve never seen him.

You bury your face in your cup when you say hi to him and Gojo.

“You said you weren’t coming to the party.” Sukuna says, his hard eyes on you.

“Surprise!” Yuki exclaims, “It was my idea. Payback for you having her all to yourself for these past couple of months.”

You apologize, “I didn’t mean to lie to you. Otherwise, I would’ve said yes to our other plans.”

You shoot him a smile and he glances away, a twinge of red appearing on his face and neck. Was he getting drunk already? The punch you got wasn’t that strong.

“It’s fine. You’re…fine.” Sukuna eyes your drink, “Who gave that to you?”

“Yuki.”

“Are you sure it was her? You said you can't see shit without your glasses-”

“Ugh, yes I gave it to her.” Yuki rolls her eyes, “Look at you, already worried about her.”

He tsks, folding his arms. So you shift to him and Gojo’s costumes, realizing they’re wearing similar clothing. “I like your costumes. Are you guys supposed to be demons?”

“Yeah. Sukuna wanted to be called ‘Curses’ but it didn’t roll of the tongue as much.”

“Shut up, Satoru.”

“What? It was the truth!”

You laugh at the two, trying to calm down your rapid heartbeat. You’re just kicking it people that you know. Even if one is a man who unlocks an urge you haven’t had in a long time. So you have to play it cool. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

“You look hot by the way.” Gojo compliments, “It really is giving sexy witch.”

“Thanks…” You glance at Sukuna who hasn’t said a word about your outfit, but continues to stare at you like he’s starving. “I told Yuki to not go overboard. She would’ve had me in a bikini if I didn’t say anything.”

Sukuna drops his cup. “Shit.” The bright red punch spills on the carpet, some droplets getting on your boot. “Fuck, fuck let me-”

“Oh, it’s okay-”

He grabs your ankle, getting a napkin from Yuki before wiping the punch off. The heat from his large hand warms your skin. Each second that passes, his hand moves up momentarily to hold on your calf. You hold your breath, not once letting go when he stands, somehow close to you than he was before.

“Thank you.”

“Yeah.” Sukuna brushes by you, going to get some more punch. You follow, thinking it's a good idea to top yourself off before partying some more.

Yuki has a beverage station set up not too far from the kitchen. It's a table with a variety of drinks displayed, beer, punch, soda, etc monitored by members of the sorority.

He knows you're here when he takes your cup and replaces it with a fresh one. You don’t miss how he drinks the last bit you had before tossing the cup away.

“Thanks…” He grunts while you take a sip, realizing that this was soda. Well, it's good to take it easy. Sukuna sticks close by you along a wall. So many people coming and going that it's easy to get lost if you're not careful.

You glance at his exposed torso, not wanting to stare for too long out of respect.

“What?” He asks.

“Oh, uh do you like my costume? You never said anything about it so I…”

“Yeah. I like it.” Sukuna locks eyes, making your stomach twist. “Be even better with your glasses.”

“Don't worry, I still have them.” You motion to the cute black star purse attached to your skirt, “They’re with my phone just in case of an emergency.”

His chest rumbles with amusement, pectorals moving against the harness. You needed to resist your eyes from looking down again, not wanting to be rude. No wonder men always talk about boobs.

“An emergency like being able to see where you are?”

“My vision is not that impaired for your information. I can make out most of the people in this room.”

“Most…like that makes me feel better.”

It was your turn to poke him right at his torso. “You don't have to believe me, but I'll be fine. In fact…” You point behind yourself, “I'm gonna try out beer pong.”

Sukuna gives a questionable look, “Do you like beer?”

“I…have never tried. But I will tonight.”

He snorts, his hand on yours to pull you along. You easily know where you're going if this man takes the lead, showing off his broad back. If you did lose him, all you have to do is smell him. His cologne changed. Notes of teakwood greet your nose, making the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

You two arrive in time as another round is set up.

The “rule” is to aim at any cup to get the other team to drink. The team who manages to remove all 16 cups win the game. You…were not expecting so many cups.

“Do I have to drink up all the cups by myself?”

“No. I'll drink it.”

“No, I can drink some. You shouldn't do all of that yourself.”

“I can't get drunk.”

“Liar.” Geto shows up with Shoko in tow. “You get tipsy six beers in. Unlike me, where it's seven.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes, “Yeah, a one beer difference.”

“Do you two wanna join?” You ask, “The more, the merrier.”

“Yeah, because you’re not gonna like beer.” Shoko says, making you grimace.

The other team are some mix of sororities and frat participants. You go first, missing as the ball pings off the side of a cup. Of course, the other team manages to get it in, leaving you to pick up the cup.

And Shoko is right, beer is disgusting. You don’t like the bitter malt taste, but manage to get it down.

“People drink this willingly?”

Sukuna chuckles, “Yeah, our tastebuds are fucked.” It's his turn and he easily scores, making the other team drink. A sigh of relief escapes you when the other team misses.

Thank god you have two frat boys on your team. They made up for your terrible aim. Shoko is a bit better than you, but not much. You end up winning with four beers left on your side, Suguru and Sukuna taking the brunt of drinking.

“Fuck, that was close.” Sukuna sighs as you fan his face. His body is hot, matching your own temperature.

“You two would’ve got knocked on your asses if we didn't show.”

“Shut up, Suguru.”

“Well, I'm never drinking beer again.” You state.

“I told you.” Shoko says, “Stick to the fru fru drinks.”

Oh, you absolutely will.

Sukuna grabs your hand to stop the fanning. You hold back a smile when he looks at your flushed face. “You good?”

“Yeah. I think I need to burn the alcohol off.”

“Well that's easy!” Yuki appears, immediately grabbing you and Shoko before dragging you two away. Before you ask where she's taking you, you're on the dancefloor, right in front of the DJ.

“Oh no…”

“Oh yes!”

An addictive beat rumbles across the bass, causing more people to gather around and dance. You haven’t really danced since the previous party and that was for five minutes. But alcohol swims in your mind, allowing you to let loose and be free.

You dance with your friends, not caring about the moves you make or how awkward you feel. A silhouette of that familiar frat boy is in the corner of your eye. That you miss when another familiar face appears in front of you.

One of the pledges.

He slides through, dancing awfully close to you. You’re not mad at the attempt, giggling when you realize which one it is.

“Are you gonna pee if I touch you?”

“Nah, I'm not into piss kinks.”

You laugh, dancing with him for a while. That familiar silhouette is gone, not present when the pledge gets closer. His hands on your hips, feeling them move to the beat. It's harmless. At least until he starts to move up.

You miss a step, quickly grabbing his hands and putting them back on your hips. Only for them to raise again.

“Who gave you permission to move your hands?”

The pledges gives you this cocky grin, “Oh, come on you like it.”

“Uh, no. Don't ruin it.”

“What, we're just dancing-”

“You heard what the fuck she said.” Sukuna pushes the pledge's face away, sending him to the ground. You blink, quickly looking around at where he came from. “I'll drag your flat ass outside, naked, if you do that again.”

“Okay, okay!” The pledge quickly gets up, moving away with the tail in-between his legs.

You smile in thanks. “Were you really gonna drag him outside naked?”

“Yeah.” His serious face amuses you even more.

So you keep dancing, making sure Sukuna stays beside you. He pretends to be immune to the dancing scene, yet he steps with you. No attempts to touch you besides the brief contact your hands make.

You don't know how dancing was supposed to burn away the alcohol, your body keeps burning up. Sweat forms on your forehead, looking around for sanctuary.

“Hot?” Sukuna asks. You nod, fanning your face. “I got you.”

He takes your hand again, leading you away from the dance floor. Past the partygoers and upstairs. The loud, banging music becoming faint, but apparent past the rooms. And to a little corner with a window overlooking campus.

A sigh of relief escapes you when your cheek presses along the cold window.

“You’re a lifesaver.”

“Didn't want you to faint on me.” Sukuna says, fixing the curtain to cover up you and him. He does the same, taking in the crisp air.

Your eyes divert back to his torso. A slight sheen on his abs. How his pectorals raise and lower during each breath. The outline of his nipple peers out, making you lick your lips.

Gosh, you’re no better than a man.

“You wanna feel?”

Your eyes narrow, darting around Sukuna’s frame. “Feel…what?” He gestures to his exposed torso in a nonchalant way, making your reaction not as chalant. “Why are you asking me?”

“’Cause you've been making eyes at me since I saw you.”

Damn, he got you. Trying to use the window to cool off your face doesn't help when Sukuna is spouting this type of stuff. You did always want to feel a man's abs, to witness how…strong they are. Your friend is giving you an opportunity while staring right into your soul.

“Don't…be weird about it.”

“I asked you in the first place.”

You roll your eyes, deciding to bite the bullet and poke him. Yes, a quick poke. “There, I touched it.”

Sukuna sucks his teeth, “Don't punk out on me now.”

“I'm not-!”

He takes your hand and puts it on his stomach. He's closer now, looking down as your mind stops working in real time. Wow. You see the appeal. The very generous six pack is so hard you can wash clothes on it.

Ah, that's where washboard abs comes from.

“You like that?” Sukuna whispers, not letting go of your hand, dragging it up and down his body.

You nod, entranced. He guides your hand along his pectorals, showing you how heavy they are. All logic goes out the window when you squeeze one. And he groans. Groans.

That low sound of pleasure shoots through your body, pooling in your core. His hooded gaze adds to this intimate atmosphere. Neither of you pull away. Not when he puts your hand on his throat.

“Look at that…” His grin is devious, but so hot. “The witch subdued the demon.”

“Curse.” You correct, “You wanted to be called curses-”

You're inches away from his face. Your vision absolutely clear with Sukuna’s lustful gaze, your body against his. He gives off so much heat it's suffocating, but intoxicating. Almost like following a siren to your doom.

But were you ever in danger?

“Fuck…fuck…” His brows furrow then unfurrow. You’re sure this is the alcohol getting to him. You're tipsy and so is he. It's the only reason why you two are acting weird. So someone has to be the mature one here.

“Sukuna…” You breathe, trying to gather your bearings. “We’re both a little…you know, so it's understandable if you're not clear about your behavior. Alcohol can do that to you.”

Yeah, because that's what all of this is. A mistake. Sukuna would never act like this with you sober. And you're indulging it like a touch-starved idiot.

“I'm not fucking tipsy.”

“You are inebriated. It makes sense why you're torn-”

“I'm torn because I don't know if I want to kiss you or fuck you right behind these curtains.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

Oh my god.

He's searching your shocked face, waiting. Waiting for you to push him away. To clam up and act weird about this...confession? You're not sure what it is, only that he's telling you what he wants.

You can say no.

There's nothing wrong with saying no.

Why would you say no?

Your heartbeat matches the beat of the music downstairs, but you grip his shoulder. A quick lick of your lips while looking at his.

“Can we…can we kiss?”

With a grip on the nape of your neck, Sukuna pulls you in. The two of you collide, not in a messy, sloppy way. But in a “I've been waiting for this for a long time” way. He’s not overpowering. He works with you. A few seconds in you realize how long it's been since you’ve kissed someone. Had you in their arms during the embrace. Sukuna doesn’t make fun of your inexperience. He wants more.

Every touch is mandatory, every action is important. He doesn't immediately shove his hand down your skirt, but grips your sides as if you'd be taken away once the grip loosens. He's nipping at your lip as a test, which you like, doing the same back.

He introduces his tongue and it's slow. Deliberate. You're cautiously inviting him in, unsure if you are doing it right. That's when he cradles your face, dragging his tongue across yours like molasses. Tasting the beer, absorbing his refined scent. All until you didn’t know where you start and he ends.

You push against him, not wanting to miss a single thing. Sukuna gets the hint and puts you on the windowsill, giving your legs a break. Your breath hitches at the cold against your back, but it's a good contrast to the heat in front of you.

The big, bad frat boy kisses your face, ruining some of your makeup. He encloses along your jaw, giving each part a peck. A lick. A nibble. Then on to your neck. That one kiss making you shiver, letting out a salacious moan.

“Fuck…” Sukuna exclaims, nudging into your neck, trying to get in your skin. “You like that, baby?”

“Yeah-oh!” You grip his shoulder when he does it again and again and again. Lavishing your neck with his lips. Nibbling in a desperate attempt to mark you.

Shit, he feels so good. You hope your touch starvedness wasn't shining through. Your back arches from his caresses. Somehow Sukuna finds a spot where your corset and skirt doesn’t meet, his fingertips tracing along your spine with timid patience.

You can't think when he splays kisses across your collarbone, down to the tops of your breasts. The gentle air cooling traces of his saliva. Sukuna buries his head along them, making blood flush to your cheeks.

“I wanna suck these tits.” He declares, “Been thinking about them for a while...”

“Really?”

Your heart flutters at the nod, nose kissing your cleavage. “This outfit didn't help at all…”

A mix of amusement and pleasure pours from you while running a hand through that silky pink hair of his, making him look up. His face red, lips parted, pupils blown wide. Almost like he's not real. But he is and he's with you.

“Okay.”

The next kiss is wild. Bolder. In that short amount of time, you keep up with his want, showing him that you want this as much as you do. His hands play with the strings of your corset, only loosing them up a little to free your breasts.

Like a true frat boy, he stares. Practically awestruck. He's seen boobs a bunch of times before, so you don’t know why yours is any different.

“I should take a picture of these.”

“No!” Your legs wrap tight around his waist, pulling him in closer. “Do not put my boobs on your phone right now.”

He grumbles, “Killjoy.”

You glare, but immediately forget all about it when he buries your face between your breasts. Handling both with his huge hands, pushing them together and squeezing them. The curtain you two are under cracks open a little, the light from downstairs glaring in your eye. Immediately, you pull the curtain enough to block the light.

You need more time before going back to reality.

Sukuna pinches your nipples, making you yelp and jolt. He freezes in concern.

“You okay?”

“Keep going.” You sigh, hands on top of his, “Don't stop.”

He grins, pinching them again for that reaction of yours. You’re submerged in his kisses, pushing against his palms for more of a sensation. Any cries is swallowed by Sukuna’s determination.

Your tongue attacks his as his fingertips trace your back again. Your sex flutters and your legs spread wider. Fuck, you don’t ever want him to stop.

“Oh!” His lips latch on to your nipple. Your mouth wide open. It stays like that, eyes blown as Sukuna flicks your bud with the tip of his tongue. Any strength you have is on holding his head close to you as tight as possible.

The sounds of him suckling your breasts don't help either. They're wet and needy. He never falters in fondling your other breast. His fingertips never stop caressing your spine.

“S-Sukuna…” You shudder, thighs squeezing against his waist. An odd sensation starts building, one you haven’t felt since your prom date dipped between your legs. “Oh…oh my…”

He switches breasts after a wet pop, somehow making this position even better. You’re rolling your hips against something hard, adding more friction to your clothed clit. The chill from the window pane hits your back in just a right angle, causing you to still.

Your muscles tense up and pleasure shoots through you like a tidal wave. You clutch on to your frat boy as you ride that wave all the way back to shore. A silent cry seeps past your lips.

“Shit. Shit, did you just? Oh fuck…” Sukuna parts away, tracing over the mess he has you in. Your boobs out, lips swollen and hair in slight disarray while panting. “I ain’t never had a chick do that before from me sucking their tits, fuck me…”

His impressed and hungry look causes you to chuckle. “You should make that into a metal.”

“I'll make it a damn trophy.” Another kiss while he's helping you fix your corset. It's damn near impossible with each peck, each lip bite. “I don’t wanna fuck you here. You need to make some noise.”

“My apartment?” You quickly say, between the kisses on his face. “We can actually watch some horror movies too.”

Sukuna leans into your embrace, eyes closed. He keeps you to his frame as your lips glide down to his neck. Giving open mouth kisses over his pulse, his throat. You experiment with a bite, making him shudder.

“Shit, you’re not making this easy.” He humps in-between your legs, making sure you feel how much he wants this. “We ain't watching any horror movies tonight, baby. Or tomorrow. Hell, the whole fucking week.”

He roams his hands all over you, seeming like an eternity that you two decide to part from each other. But Sukuna needed to go warm up his car and you have to get yourself together, tell your friends you're leaving for the night.

“Oh!” You stop Sukuna before he goes downstairs, “Do you have condoms?”

“Plenty.”

“Okay good because I'm not on birth control and it will be a while before I can go on it cause I have to find a doctor and see if they can take my insurance-”

“I know, babe. Don't worry about that right now.”

Ah, right. You can’t think too far ahead just yet.

“Okay.”

Sukuna storms down the stairs, shouting that he's out before going out the door. You wait a few minutes before making your way down.

You need to find Yuki and Shoko. You can’t have a repeat of the last party, freaking them out even more. You’re pushing past shoulders, looking for a signature blonde and brunette to tell them the news. That you’re about to have sex with Sukuna. Who's into you. You. A person who’s just trying to get her work done and graduate on time.

There's no underlying agenda, no bet to make you think otherwise. He wants you. And damn it, he's going to have you.

“You think he's ever gonna let that shit go?” You pause, right around the corner from the kitchen. Geto and Gojo were talking by the fridge after getting another refill.

“No.” Geto says, “He's been playing hero for two months now. I mean, I get why but what a long way to lead someone on. If he’s trying to get sex out of it, anyway.”

Wait, they can't be talking about…

“Nah, he said he wasn’t gonna fuck her when he started following her around. It's not like that.”

Your heart drops.

The air in your lungs escape, but don't make an attempt to come back in. Sukuna…lied to you? He did all of this, because of that party? Because of his frat image?

You need to leave.

Your shaky legs carry you to the nearest exit. Yuki told you about a backdoor entrance of the house people use to escape campus security. You burst open that back door and run.

Cold air hits your chest, your tear stained face. You can't see anything as they keep falling, destroying what little makeup you have left. All you know is that you need to go home. Call your friends and tell them that Sukuna lied. To you. To someone who shouldn't have let her guard down in the first place. Who did because you thought he's different.

You stumble, almost getting a face full of grass if you didn’t catch yourself. The mascara stings your eyes, adding to the impaired vision. You don’t even know where you are right now. Hopefully, close to the train station.

“You lost?”

That voice.

Without your glasses, you don’t need to make out who it is when you look back. Those brown and green fraternity colors, that piss-colored hair and smug face tell you everything you need to know.

Naoya removes his jacket, trying to appear a little concerned for your well-being. “It's cold out here. Take my jacket.”

“I'm okay. Thanks.”

“Oh, come on it's really cold.” You tense at the jacket drape along your shoulders. The scent of sea salt is a facade. An attempt to lower your guard. “A girl like you shouldn't be out here like this. Alone.”

He pulls you close to his body with a firm hold. It'll be hard to push away without it being painful.

“I'm going to my friend's place. She lives there.” You point back at the sorority. “I'm just getting some fresh air.”

“Huh. Funny, it looked like you were running away from there.” He slides his hand down your arm. The action makes you ball your hands into fists. “You don't have to lie to me, sweetheart. I won't bite.”

He brushes his fingers along your cleavage, trying to secure his jacket on you.

You shouldn’t have gone to that party. You shouldn't have talked to Naoya. Entranced by that pretty face. It causes nothing but trouble.

Trouble you don't know if you can get out of.

If a vague, disinterested frown wasn’t his default, everyone would have known something was wrong. He hated it when you called him by his last name; the two of you were well past formalities. It was Ryomen to you. In fact, you barely used his given name anymore—Ryo, Ry baby, bae, ’men. Occasionally Kuna. But never Sukuna.

It was only ever Sukuna when you were truly upset.

The last time he’d felt that particular tension from you was the first time you’d had raw sex. You’d insisted—“for research purposes”—to feel him, to know him. You’d been the first piece of pussy he’d had in centuries, wrapped around him, begging him to ruin you. He couldn’t help but come inside you.

Afterward, when you’d calmed, you’d been furious—so furious you’d called him Sukuna for the first time in weeks. He’d explained, between smoothing your hair and answering questions, that because he was the King of Curses you couldn’t get pregnant unless he willed it. He only told you once you were calm enough to listen. Then he’d fucked you right there in that very room, on the same table where his subordinates sat at that very moment.

He couldn’t help the grin surfaced at the memory, but Jin’s whistle snapped him back to the present. “Somebody’s in trouble.”

Sukuna cut his eyes at his brother.

“Get out.” He dismissed the room with a single wave.

Most clan members—those smart enough to fear Sukuna—filed out in a hurry, bowing as they passed and murmuring apologies. His family, however, took their time, exchanging knowing looks with Sukuna before shutting the door.

“Sukuna’s in trouble, Sukuna’s in trouble,” Jin and Toji teased in the hallway—Sukuna could hear them, of course.

“I should’ve ate him in this life too,” he muttered, then took you in.

Shamelessly, his eyes traveled over you. Half your braids were pinned up, a few curly strands framing your face. Light makeup softened your lashes and a two-toned lip color caught his attention—his absolute favorite. A simple tube top, jeans that hugged every curve, and slides instead of heels—practical for storming a palace he was sure. You were covered in gold: nose ring, large hoops, bangles at your wrists. At your collarbone rested the nameplate necklace he’d given you 2 months ago—“Ryo” it said. It was Yuji’s idea for your birthday and you’d never taken it off. Seeing his name on your body did something to him.

“What is the meaning of this, woman?” he asked. Though he sounded like he was, he wasn’t angry—at least not in the way you expected. He hated those meetings. Still, he feigned mild annoyance because he liked fucking with you and you riling you up.

“Why did I come home from brunch to find some random bitches cleaning my house?!” you snapped voice raising a bit.

“This morning you said your home was in disarray. I took care of it for you.” He shrugged. “Doesn’t that please you?”

“That’s not the point!” you fumed.

“No? What about it isn’t to your liking, then?” His bored, clipped tone made your vision blur red.

“What I don’t like is you fucking me and then shoving a bunch of random gifts in my face—like it’s payment and I’m supposed to accept it like like I’m some type of gold digger.” Your hands flew to your hips.

“Gold digger?” he repeated, incredulous.

You took a breath and pinched the bridge of your nose. Sometimes being with a man whose soul was thousands of years old was difficult. He’d only been awake in this era for five years; there were terms and modern nuances he didn’t always get.

“A hoe. A prostitute—“ you groaned about ready to stomp your feet at his confusion. “A whore, Sukuna! Whatever the fuck you used to call it.”

He heard the word “whore” and the room shifted. Sukuna stood slowly; the 6’7” frame, hundreds of pounds of muscle, tensed. All four hands slammed on the table as he leaned in, red eyes flashing maliciously—his curse energy bristling.

“Who—who called you a whore?” he demanded. His voice carried a cold intent.

“No! No one!” you blurted before stating calmly, “No one called me that. Because I’m not one.”

“I’m aware.” He gave you a curt nod, the fire in him cooling as quick as it had flared. “What I’m unaware of is what the problem is.”

“All this…wining and dining and gift-showering. It feels like you’re buying me. I’m not like that.”

Silence. Sukuna loosened his tie and rolled up the sleeves on all four arms, then slouched back on his throne, clearly making himself comfortable.

“So let me get this straight. You like when I fuck you, but not when I give you gifts?” he asked bluntly.

“I—no—yes—no. Not when it’s hundreds and thousands of dollars of shit and I look like I’m materialistic. All these expensive things—it’s not me.”

He raised an eyebrow. You were 100% THAT GIRL. All woman—independent, self-made. You’d moved to Tokyo on your own, now having the luxury to work where and when you wanted, paid your bills, drove a nice car, lived in a nice place. You earned everything you had.

Hell you deserved.

You knew it. He knew it.

So why did it bother you that he wanted to give you things?

“I don’t follow,” he said.

You grew frustrated with yourself . “It’s not my place to accept these things from you.” You shrugged, a little defeated.

“Not your place?” The four-armed man looked at you like you’d sprouted a third head. “You are mine, are you not?”

Your head jerked back—shock flooding your face. You and the King of Curses had never had a clean conversation about the label. You’d assumed—being a king—that this was a situationship. Temporary. Seven months in, you’d already fallen though you’d told yourself you shouldn’t. Maybe that was the problem: you wanted more and didn’t know where you stood. You feared getting used to this and falling too deep—probably too late. Most men did things conditionally; Sukuna didn’t seem like that type, but feeling this good seemed too easy. Something had to give.

“Come.” He beckoned, watching the gears in your head turn.

You crossed the room slowly, hugging yourself as if for protection, eyes on the floor.

“Sit.” He tapped his thigh.

You sat on his lap, arms tightly crossed, trying to avoid his eyes. He reached up, gripping your chin firm yet gently and tilted your chin, and turned your face to him.

“I show you nothing but respect. You do the same and look at me when I’m speaking,” he commanded.

You swallowed a curse. His authoritative tone made you yield—submissive—almost instantly, and you hated how easily it flipped a switch in you.

As an independent woman you were used to running things. The dynamic was new and it made you hot and annoyed in equal measure.

You were not suppose to be horny right now but lordt were you fighting for your life already. You couldn’t help it though. You loved big men and Sukuna was a big as it got. You loved how small he made you feel.

“I will ask once more. Do not make this mistake of making me ask again. As you know, I hate repeating myself. Now. You’re mine are you not?”

Nevertheless you nodded you’d be damned if you said no. Lord knows you wanted it to be.

“Words.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Ryōmen.”

“Good girl.” He pecked your lips roughly. “Mine. And because you are mine, it is your place to accept what I give.”

“But—” In a blink, your ass hit the throne, your back against an armrest, him looming and caging you in. Your hands gripped his button-up for balance—as if he’d let you fall.

“No. There are no buts.” His red eyes bored into you. “My woman deserves nice things. I will give them to you.”

“Technically, having someone detail my car isn’t giving me a nice thing,” you mumbled.

“Is that not something you told me you needed to go do the other day?” he asked.

“In casual conversation. I didn’t think you were going to have someone do it.” You continued to pout, knowing you were being difficult. “What about the concubines?”

“Servants,” he corrected.

“Yeah, well having them come clean my house isn’t giving me things either.”

“Were you not complaining about how much you didn’t want to do it this morning when you FaceTimed me?” he asked.

You said nothing.

He hummed and wrapped two arms around your waist, pulling you closer while the hand on your chin remained turning your face to the side. Dipping his head down he kissed the tip of your ear before speaking, deep voice as close to a whisper as he could get.

“As my woman, it is your place to have nice things given to you. As my woman, it is your place to have nice things done for you. As my woman, it is your place to be showered with whatever you desire—whether you’ve had them before or not.”

“It is my woman’s place not to penalize me for doing so,” Sukuna pulled back turning you back towards him.

“Who is king?” he asked.

“You are, my king.” You tacked on his title for good measure, knowing he liked when you called him that.

“That’s right. And I can have whatever I want. I’m rich. If I am, so is my woman. You benefit.”

The hand that had been on your chin now threaded to your throat as he dipped his face closer applying a little bit of pressure, just the way you liked. “So if you’re waiting for me to be some ordinary peasant on the street, you’re shit out of luck.” He hissed in your ear. “I’m not ordinary.”

Sukuna released your throat and cradled your cheek with one hand. His thumb traced the bottom of your lip.

“Neither are you,” he murmured.

Then his lips were on yours—hungry, claiming. You gripped his shirt, wanting him closer as his hands roamed needily over you. A moan slipped from you as you tried to rip his shirt open only for him to break away but not before he nibbled at your bottom lip. High on him, you chased his mouth with a plaintive whine. He smirked, standing and effortlessly pulling you with him.

“Know your place, woman,” he said, adjusting you so you straddled his lap as he settled back onto the throne.

Sukuna was rock hard and you could feel everything through your jeans. This wasn’t only about sex though — even though he wanted to ruin you—it was about making sure you understood. One hand threaded through your braids, anchoring your head just enough as he peppered kisses from your neck to your jaw and ear.

“You know your place?” he licked the shell of your ear.

“Yes, ’men.” You bucked against him as he nipped your ear.

“Needy thing,” he chuckled, lower hands caressing your thighs, one at your waist. “Let me hear you say it pretty.” He pecked your lips, leaning back to look you in the eye.

“My place is right here with you, Kuna,” you breathed.

His hands were everywhere now—two palms on your ass, one hand sliding up your front to tease beneath your top, the other cupping your chin. “That’s right. It is right here with me. Every day. All day. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, baby,” you nodded, your fingers picking at his buttons, testing the waters by unbuttoning two.

“Good. Now give me a kiss.”

You obliged.

Know Your Place PT.2

And the apologies—fuck, the apologies. You apologized for everything. Even for things that weren’t your fault. If he so much as looked irritated—at someone else, at a situation, at nothing—you’d immediately shrink, mumbling an "I'm sorry" like you were expecting him to lash out. It made his blood boil. Not at you, never at you, but at whatever had made you like this.

He wanted to see you be selfish. To be demanding. To take without guilt, to lean on him without hesitation. But that would mean changing you, wouldn’t it? Even if it was for the better, even if he knew you’d be happier if you just let yourself want things without tearing yourself apart over it.

But you already thought you weren’t good enough. If he said it out loud, if he pushed you, he knew you’d just break. And that? That was the last thing he wanted.

But patience had never been his strong suit.

It was driving him insane—watching you struggle, watching you fold in on yourself every time you so much as considered speaking up. He wasn’t a patient man, he wasn’t kind, and he sure as hell wasn’t soft, but with you… fuck, with you, he found himself wanting to be.

Even now, he could see it. The way your shoulders were drawn up tight, the way you bit your lip, nails pressing little half-moons into your palms. You wanted something—you needed something. And yet, you just stood there, as if the act of voicing it was worse than suffering in silence.

“Just say it,” he muttered, arms crossed, trying not to sound as frustrated as he felt.

Your head jerked up like a startled deer. “Say what?”

His jaw clenched. You knew what. You always knew. But you were too scared to say it.

“What you want.” His voice was softer this time, but no less firm. “Say it. Anything. I don’t care if it’s the last piece of food on my plate, I don’t care if you want me to burn the whole damn world down—just say it.”

Your breath hitched, eyes darting to the floor. “I—I don’t—”

“Bullshit.” He stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your gaze. “You do. You always do. But you’d rather bite your tongue until it bleeds than let yourself have something, wouldn’t you?”

The silence stretched between you, thick and heavy. You looked like you wanted to curl into yourself, to disappear. And yet… something flickered in your eyes. A sliver of something, so small he could barely catch it.

But it was there.

So he sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “I want you to stop hating yourself long enough to realize you deserve things. That you don’t have to apologize for existing. That you can want shit and not feel like it’s a crime.”

Your fingers twitched.

“I want you to demand things from me. Yell at me. Be selfish. I want you to take from me. Because it’s yours to take.”

Your lip trembled. He saw your throat bob, your hands clench.

And then, in the quietest, most fragile voice he’d ever heard from you—

“…Can you hold me?”

Sukuna exhaled sharply. Not in frustration this time, but in something dangerously close to relief.

He didn’t hesitate.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, holding you so tightly you had no choice but to feel it—to believe it. His warmth, his presence, him.

And for the first time, you didn’t apologize.

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The strong cursed energy felt like it was fading each day. No matter how much time you spent near the isolated waterfall in the forest you just couldn’t quite pinpoint where it was coming from. Your curse technique wasn’t anything special, only the power to heal and cleanse curses which wasn’t very useful in your favor right now since you couldn’t even find it. Since you were one of the head teachers at Jujutsu high, your superiors believed you were the best fit for the job. It’s been almost a week, and no matter how much time and energy you put into sensing the curse you just can’t find it… there was only one place left for you to check, behind the waterfall. It was a powerful surge, and frankly you were a bit too scared to go behind it in risk of drowning, but you ultimately had no other option. The curse was taking over the forest, killing animals and plant life alike.

“I’m going behind the waterfall,” you turn to Shoko who’s lighting another cigarette behind you. You had messaged her earlier that day to meet you so you both could go out and explore the waterfall together. Today was the day you’d finally go behind it and see for yourself what was there. You asked Shoko to stand by, you weren’t stupid. If you ended up drowning you’d need someone to pull you out. “You remember what I said, right?”

She nods, placing the stick between her lips “Five minutes, if you don’t come back after five minutes I’ll call for help.”

“I said two minutes, Leiri—“ you glare, earning a soft smile from Shoko, “I’m just going in and out. If the curse is there I’ll bring backup with me to purify it later.”

“I understand,” her silky voice softly whispered into the bustling water, “just be careful.”

“I’ll try my best to be.”

Gulping down a thick lump in your throat you finally dip your legs into the water as you make your way to the waterfall. The water was warm, relaxing despite how tense the situation was. You stare back at Shoko one last time before you dive underneath the surface. You swim past the familiar cluster of rocks and finally slip past the pouring water tower.

Your ears were popping with each thrust as you treaded through the river to the backside of the waterfall. It was empty and dark when you resurfaced, a dark dingy cave with no curse in sight. You climb onto the rocks, using your technique to shine a dim light through the cave. It was a dead end.

Nothing.

“THERE'S NOTHING HERE SHOKO, I'M OK!” You jump back into the water, “I'M GOING TO SWIM BACK OUT!”

You swim back from where you came, flowing faster out from under the waterfall in relief. It was frustrating that you couldn’t find the cursed spirit, but you were just glad you made it out of the situation unharmed so far.

The forest around you was hushful, the only distant sounds that hummed were the occasional whistle from birds and the strong winds. You were alone, the rock Shoko was standing on not even a minute before you left was now empty..everything around you was empty.

“Shoko, are you ok? Are you there?”

It was unusually cold when you rose from the river, braids heavy with water as they clung to your back. Your phone and bag you left near Shoko were also gone. Where could she have gone after just a few minutes?

You shiver once your bare feet touch the grass, your change of clothes and your hair ties are in your bag. You’d have to do without them for now. At least the shirt and pants you wore were somewhat warm against the intense cold. But you couldn’t deny you were freezing. How did the weather change so drastically?

“Shoko?”

Minute after minute in the foggy forest felt like hours. You’ve been walking around in circles, too scared to even journey further because you realized you were truly and utterly alone. You even tried to go back through the waterfall, but each time you tried to reenact your steps you ended up in the same place over and over again.

“Fuck — where did I go wrong!?

—

Splashing out of the water you remove your clothes to ring them out. If you stayed in them any longer there’s no doubt you wouldn’t freeze to death. This is the least you could do for now.

The day was slipping from your grasp in seconds. It was dark, the only way you found a bit of comfort was using your cursed energy to summon a healing light to warm your chilled skin. You wanted to rest, you knew you should keep looking for an escape but you were so damn cold..and your clothes were still soaking wet on the ground as you dried them with your light. You could feel yourself fading, pretty lashes fluttering open and close as you fight to stay awake. You lean on the large rock that your friend was standing on earlier, naked body shivering under your light as you finally close your eyes.

—

You’ve probably been knocked out for hours….you're awoken by loud booming of a cluster of horses galloping..and the sound of—men..a lot of men! You fumble on your clothes in the dark as the sound grew closer, you were terrified, and there was nothing you could do about it. There was nowhere to hide, you were too far away from the waterfall and they’d surely hear you if you splashed in.

“There it is!” A man yells aloud, in seconds they surround you, horses neighing in fright as the men jump off and lift their swords toward you.

“What the hell—!?” A man shouts

“It’s just a woman…” another one whispers

You all stare at one another for a few seconds, wide eyed and equally confused. The yellow orb.. was coming from you? This woman was a curse user? Better yet, her power looked oddly familiar to a rare healing technique only seen in books. One of the men in front lowers his sword.

“Ahem..” the man steps forward, his armor clanking together as he stands in front of you.

“Well,” he began, “can you speak?”

Hesitantly you sit up, throat dry as you open your cracked lips “I— did Shoko send you here to help me?”

The men look at you, puzzlement etched on their stoic feathers. One man looks you over, your wet damp clothes hugging tightly on your skin. “What kind of clothing are you wearing??! Are you mad?” He barks “where do you come from!?”

The man standing in front of you sharply raises his hand, silencing the men behind him with only a quick gesture. Your light was intriguingly magnificent. A curse technique only heard of in books and folklore. Strategically, getting you to come with them silently so they can show the king would be preferable. “Yes,” the man you’re assuming is the leader says, “we are here to help you.” He turns to his men, his loud voice booming with authority. “Someone, give her my coat.” You’re immediately wrapped in something warm from behind as one of the men drapes a large coat over your shoulders. It was so warm and heavy..

“Thank you,” you timidly replied, hugging the coat over your chest. The situation was honestly quite strange, and you were obviously extremely skeptical, but your body was too weak to try and fight a group of men wearing armor and flailing their swords around in your face, so you really had no other safe choice but to follow them. One of the men offers you their hand, helping you haul yourself onto one of the warm horses before seating himself behind you and setting off. The ride was mostly quiet and surprisingly pleasant. The men didn’t bother you much and the large coat around you was starting to make you feel unbelievably sleepy once again. You knew you shouldn’t sleep, not when you’re surrounded by strangers, so you start chatting with the man behind you.

“Where are we going?”

“To the palace.” The man behind you flatly said

“What will you all do with me once we get there?”

The man sighs before speaking “Like our commander said, we’re here to help you. We’ll feed you, let you take a bath and take a nap in the guest bedroom.”

“That’s all?” You raise a quizzical brow, “You’re genuinely just doing this out of the kindness of your heart?”

“You ask a lot of questions for a woman with little to no options.” He snarls, “ If we weren’t there to save you, you’d surely be dead by now.” The man grumbles, “What kind of woman leaves her village without wearing the proper protective clothing during this season?”

He was somewhat right, your clothes were far too thin to compete with the harsh weather, and if they found you any later you’d probably be frozen solid. But how were you supposed to know the weather was going to be this icy if it was summer last time you checked your weather app?

You both remain silent the rest of the ride, only stopping occasionally to pee and drink some water. The journey lasted the whole day, by the time you all arrived at the lit up palace it was already dark. There were many people outside doing their own work, most ignored you as you walked up to the large entrance that intimidated any house you ever stepped foot in in your life. A woman approached you, her smile kind and comforting before looking at the group of men behind you. “Who is this?” She calmly asked. “She’s quite beautiful. Is she another concubine for the king?”

“That’ll be his choice to decide.” He gives you a firm push forward, and you can’t help but snap back at him with a firm glare. “we found her in the forest near the king's domain, clean her up before he gets back.”

“Yes sir,” she grabs your hand before you can even protest, dragging you inside the palace in a second.

“Wait- wait wait!” You tug at your wrist, stopping the both of you “I’m not here to be a concubine, can I borrow your phone?”

“P—hone?” She tilts her head “do you mean a fan?” A polite smile turns her lips “You’re really funny, I’m sure after being out in the cold you’d want a nice warm bath and some warm food right?”

“Not a fan, a phone! I need to call someone—“ your heart stops, maybe it was just now that your weak body was starting to be alert again, but wow..the puzzle pieces waited too long to finally connect. The horses, the men’s armor..this palace you were sure you’ve seen a million times before in your school text books as a child. It was all starting to make sense. Did you… go back in time? Maybe this was all an illusion, a trick played by the curse.. maybe you actually did find it. What if you were dead and this is all a trick?

This had to be a mirage, right? There was no way you could be this far back in time..

“Miss, are you alright?” The woman worriedly brushed a gentle hand over your forehead bringing you back to reality, her face saddened with sympathy

“You poor thing, you’re burning up. No more small talk, let’s get you in the bath.”

The palace is huge. You’ve never been so catered to in your whole life. Not only was the bath incredibly hot and soothing to your aching muscles, but the food you were served after was breathtakingly good, and the guest chambers were so extravagant you thought you were on a movie set. The women who tended to you were attentive and understanding. They made you feel comfortable when you were in such a vulnerable state. Maybe you were too caught up in the moment living your life like a princess that you inevitably lost concussions as soon as your head hit your pillow. Sleep has never felt more comfortable than this.

—

“Miss, wake up quickly!” A soldier stood outside your room door. The man who sat with you on his horse on the ride here. Rubbing the eye wax away you grumble softly into the air. You were asleep for the rest of the night. It was morning now, pretty blue skies blaring into the room “the king has returned, he’s requested your audience, you’d be wise to go see him immediately.” From just waking up you were still processing that you were in Ryomen Sukuna’s palace. You hoped that once you went to sleep you’d wake up from this dream, but fate had other hands.

Sitting up and hesitantly pulling the cover over your warm legs you give a strained nod, sweat pooling over your browline “Yes, I understand. Where is he?”

“In his royal bath chamber.”

“Oh—“ you retract “should I get ready while he finishes washing up?”

“Stop being foolish, woman. The king has requested that you see him, don’t keep him waiting. Stand up.”

If this were any other situation you’d beat him for talking about you like this, but you couldn’t afford any drama in the king of curses palace, so you bite your lip and comply with an unenthusiastic whisper. “Fine then, take me to him.”

The walk to the king's chambers felt agonizingly long. The aura around you felt like it dragged on your skin, clawing and squeezing against you. A lump of air held in your throat. You were actually about to come face to face with the king himself. You’ve heard stories about Gojo’s new pupil, the new vessel that held Sukuna, but you’ve yet to meet him, well, until today. “Go in,” the soldier commands, pointing at the wide stone entrance.

You slowly walk to it, the smell of fresh diluted blood and a hint of a flower scented soap fill your nostrils like a punch. The hall was beautiful, carved stone walls and beaded jewelry worth more than your car engraved in the ceiling. There were many statues aligned along the wall, some of women and some of men. Trembling, you take the last few steps of courage into the bath chamber. It was misty, hot steamy clouds flowing carefree along the floor. A tall man sat in the middle of the giant bath, the king. He wasn’t what you were expecting, not at all. You’ve heard stories about him from your childhood, a crazed ugly man with four eyes and arms who killed countless innocent people.. but this man in front of you wasn’t ugly at all.. in fact, he was quite handsome. No, he was really handsome… His jawline was sharp, a beautiful contrast with his long muscular figure that leaned gracefully in the water. He had four arms, that part was true, but each one had such a fine defined muscular structure. He had very alarmingly large red eyes on one half of his face, but he still made your body stop in its tracks.

“The peculiar woman, we finally get to meet. And you’re already disrespecting me by standing over your king..” His voice was monotone, but head-splitting in a way that made you shake in fear. You scurry to your knees, glueing your head and hands to the ground.

“I’m sorry, my lord. That was impolite of me. Please forgive my ignorance.”

Humming lowly, Sukuna swishes in the water. You could hear the sway of liquid grow closer before it suddenly stopped, you could practically feel his gaze looming over you. It was almost like those red eyes were lasers.

“Stop being disrespectful and look at your king.”

Biting your puffy lip you quivered, slowly looking up to finally face him one on one.

If you weren’t so actively terrified right now you’d be drooling. His body was massive. He towered over you easily. You were sure his head almost hit the ceiling. You tried not to stare at his lower half, but how could you simply ignore it? He had two.. His cocks hung over you, both extremely long and thicker than any human man you’ve ever seen. The one on top was relatively smaller than the one below, but still it was nothing less than intimidating.

“I’ve heard from my men that you have a gift.” He smiles bitterly “I’ve only heard of curse users who can heal and purify other curses in books. It’s natural I’d be curious to see one in real life. Your glow, the one my men told me about, show me how you use it.” He turns around, sitting away from you in the water, and you can’t help but wince once you see the giant scar on his back. Normally you never used your technique to help curses, but if you played one wrong move on the king you’re sure he’d kill you in an instant. So, being rational like any other person who values their life, you help him. That didn’t mean you had to be gentle though.

Flopping your hands together you mumble lightly under your breath, a soft memorable chant you were forced to learn over and over again until a burning yellow ball poofs into the already warm air. You merge it with his scar, mumbling another chant as the wound slowly begins to close up. His large shoulders stiffen and then immediately relax as he lets out an exasperated sigh of relief. You hands roughly massage into his skin, unfortunately for you, your fragile human hands couldn’t leave a dent if you tried.

“Amazing..” he whispered, before one of his hands grab your wrist, pulling you into the water with him. You land in front of him as he towers over you, your dress soaked and already pulling you down. Pointing to a deep gash you seemingly missed on his chest, he gestured to you to heal him there too. Again, you value your life and you hesitate before complying, massaging the wound with the tiny ball before it closes.

“Fuck— yes,” he growls deep, a cold chalky laugh escaping his lips before he forces your head so you’re looking at him. “Fuck, it’s real— it’s s actually real.”

“From here on out you’re mine. You won’t leave my side until you shrivel up in that pathetic human body and die. Do you understand me? Anytime I come back from my hunt you’ll heal me without question, understand?”

What. The. Fuck.

“And a bonus, you’re quite nice looking on the eyes,” he pinches your cheeks together. “You can stay near my chambers.”

“My king, I’m perfectly fine with my chambers in the guest—“

“Heal me, heal all of me, I shall be restful once again tonight. I don’t want anymore damn back talk” He leans back, muscular torso merging with the warm water as it shined under the soft candle light. He had scars all over his body, all the way down to his toes. You lightly massage his torso, trembling as he grunts out when the pressure of his deep wounds finally disappears.

“Finally,” he rasps, “a useful human..”

You almost die from fright when you feel a gentle lick on your leg, your eyes bolt down and when you see the mouth on his stomach finally open, you had to hold back a violent scream. He only laughs, pulling you firmly back to him so you can continue healing his scars. Once done he finally lets you rest on the edge of the bath. “You did exceptionally well,” he grinned, an unexpected gesture of praise you didn’t quite expect from someone like him. Glancing over your wet clothes he hums “You can bathe here. Only after tending to me first.”

“I– what about the guest quarters?”

“There’s no need for you to be so far away from me from now on.”

He starts to untie the ribbon on your dress before you crumpled away. “My lord, is it ok if I can at least bathe without you looking at me? I feel a bit..” you gulp “intimidated?”

He stares at you for what seemed like minutes, did you actually piss him off? Was he going to kill you?

“Very well,” he turns around, crossing all four arms together. Was the king of curses actually giving you privacy to undress?

“Strip, I’ll follow your silly little human courtesies since you are doing me a long term favor.”

You rid yourself of your wet clothes before slipping behind him in the water, you were gutted with embarrassment, but you continued to heal and clean his body until he was satisfied.

“Shit..” he moans when you rub over his back with your small hands, body quivering under your light touch as you wash him.

Once you finish he leaves you in the bath alone, he had kept his promise.

Over the next few months you were Sukuna’s personal little healer. His tendency to raid nearby villages was nearly constant. He had major blood lust just as you’ve heard, and you kept him up and running to continue killing many innocent people. You hated yourself for it, and you hated that you had to be so close to him at all times. You ate dinner with him, you bathed with him far more than any of his concubines combined and he made you switch to his chambers so that you were sleeping across from him on the other side of the room. You couldn’t leave the palace without him. Sure, you had the grace to explore to your little heart’s content, but you felt so trapped since you were so heavily guarded. The human woman with the ability to heal curses. His human woman. He’d do it himself and learn the proper technique to heal, but why do that when someone else could do it for you? Especially someone as pretty as yourself.

—

You had just finished dinner, another hearty meal that sat mixed with guilt in your stomach. Pleasantries were over, It was time to bathe the king. You walk behind him, listening to him sing a soft tune before stripping out of his robes at the bathing chamber entrance. You follow behind him, much more comfortable than before being nude around him. You walk past him into the chamber to gather a few of his favorite soaps. Gods if you only knew the effect you had on him when you bent your pretty little ass over.

“My lord,” you bow, getting on your knees to accommodate him once again. You grab one of his favorite soaps before he stops you.

“You’ve treated me well the past few months. Let your king reward you, come.”

His beckoning call was sinful, lustful and dirty. You felt so guilty for how wet you got whenever you’d both share a bath together. You couldn’t deny you had imagined how it would feel if he decided to put himself to work between your legs one day.

You swish your way to him, stopping just at his feet. He glares at you, patting his lap for you to sit.

“I can’t reward you all the way over there, come here.”

“You’d rather I sit on.. “you” my lord?.”

He gives you a sour expression as if you just stated the obvious. “Are you playing me for a fool?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry-“ you shift onto his lap slowly, your skins melting into one another as soon as you touch.. You could feel everything, to his muscular body all the way to the two rock hard twins poking at your ass. He gazed over your nude form, a predatory glint in his eyes when you finally get close enough.

“My lord, what are you doing —!?”

Breathless, a simple touch from his large hand on your belly almost made you mold into him

“Giving you your reward, tonight I’ll clean you.”

“Think of it as my token of gratitude.”

“Lord Sukuna,” your tummy flips from nervousness, “There are guards in here, wouldn’t it be improper for them to see me getting washed?”

“You’d rather I send them to the entrance?” You forcefully nod, earning a low sigh from his lips. He raises one of his massive arms, signaling the guards to move away to the entrance.

“I don't comply with just anyone, girl.” You squeal out in shock when his bicep curls over your waist, locking you still against his lap. “Yet you keep asking me for more..”

He starts scrubbing your body thoroughly, starting at your tense shoulders. You were as stiff as a board, too scared to even move an inch because his cocks were seated and snug between your puffy folds. Not that he seemed to mind..

“After spending so much time together all these months, I expected you to be a bit more relaxed around me. “ he surprisingly admitted, “do you think I can’t smell you?”

Looking over your shoulder you give a perplexed look of hesitation, unsure of what he meant “Smell me?” Well shit, that’s embarrassing “I’m sorry my lord if I smell bad I’ll —“

Sukuna growls loudly in annoyance, pushing you against the bath’s edge so the tile pressed against your tummy. He holds your wrist down with two hands while the other pair grip your chin and stomach. He was so close to you that you could smell the cool mint on his breath “You’re pissing me off. For a woman so talented you are clueless.” He presses to you, thick cocks grinding against your back to make you shiver. His voice was so much lower than before, a huskier lust drunk mewl that tickled the back of your neck “Do you think I’m a fool, do you think I can’t smell how warm and slippery that cunt of yours gets when you’re near me like this..you think I can’t feel how your heartbeat softens when we have dinner? Or when we are together at all? Do you really think this whole time I haven’t been paying attention?”

Words fail you as you quiver, but this time not from fear… you were shocked he was being so bold, “Do you think I can’t taste your scent right now?”

“I don’t understand what you mean, Lord Sukuna. I’m sure you’ve mistaken.. my scent for another’s. If it’s so strong it could be one of your concubines nearby”

He pushes himself to you, eyes daring with challenge “are you confident enough to prove yourself?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’ll let me see you, won’t you? If you’re certain you’re not the scent, you wouldn’t mind bending over for I can see for myself, would you?”

Your toes curl, pussy clenching around nothing…you hated that he was right “I’m in water, I’m sure it’ll be hard to tell the difference.”

“Do you think I can’t tell the difference?”

“And what if I was the scent? Where do we go from here?” You’re surprised by your overconfidence, but Sukuna only smiles at your taunt.

“Well, what do you want to do about it?” He grabs your throat, leaning down awfully close to you, he smelt divine, and he knew he looked handsome even with that shit eating grin. You were sure you weren’t actually acting on your own regard, but you lean in closer, tongue licking experimentally over his bottom lip before he pushes his bigger one down your throat. You’re gagged, and all you can do is sit there and take it while he grinds vigorously against your ass, both of his cocks curving and sliding across your skin with ease thanks to the water. One of his hands grab your breast, pinching and twirling your little pearly nipple with his long fingernails that you couldn’t help but try to pull away from overstimulation after only a few minutes. Sukuna only blandly glances over you before pulling you deeper into his body, now using both his hands to pull and tug at your sensitive buds. You let out soft wails of pleasure, uncaring that the guards and maids could hear you, at this point you wanted to let out all that pent up longing and rage.

You knew the King of Curses was all powerful. His body was like a canvas waiting to be painted. Everyone in the palace knew he could shapeshift and add different body parts to him in “odd” places, but it still caught you off guard when his flat palms were replaced with thrashing mouths that sucked and tugged at your nipples into the warm depths of their slippery mouths. “No—! N-No no! I can’t take it!” You croak, tugging at his stone like wrists to no avail. “Too much! Oh fuck—! Oh fuck!” He thrusts his cocks under you, rubbing his smaller one against your slit, prominent veins bumping and stroking over your tiny clit as he ravishes you whole. He keeps this up for minutes, strong body barely flinching as you twitch and squirm on him.

“I can’t– I— ooooohhh fuck—“

He keeps a steady pace, his lower arms gripping into your fat hips to grind you deeper into him. You were such a small little thing, you’d most likely break when he splits you open, but that’s a risk he’s willing to take if he can have you. “That’s it..scream for me, let everyone hear who owns this pussy..”

He thrusts firmly on your clit, bringing a finger down to rub alongside his thick cock. You almost faint, legs crumbling as soon as you feel that additional firm pressure. He pinches your clit, twirling it around in his ginormous fingers like it was only a small fidget toy. You could feel yourself start to burst open, pussy empty and fluttering while trying to greedily suck in anything it could possibly grab. Your legs twitch violently, and you can’t help but limp over in his arms when you cum with a loud exasperated wail. He helps you through it, a maniacal glint in his eye when you cry out from the delicious sting of overstimulation…He continues slipping his cock through your pretty pussy, only stopping when your skin buzzes and shakes against him.

“Fuck– you look so pretty when you cum, I’ll fucking ruin you for anyone else”

He gently lifts your limp body and places you on the edge of the tub. Your legs dangling in the water as you lay on your stomach. He gives your ass a few squeezes in his large hand before spreading your shaky folds open, exposing your sticky clenching pussy to the warm air.

“There’s that familiar scent..you should be ashamed about lying to your king..” he rubs his colossal finger against your entrance, building up all of your arousal before pushing the thick digit inside you. You can’t help but squirm, pussy slurping and eating greedily at his entry, it felt like too much..and he wasn’t planning on giving you the satisfaction of a break anytime soon.. He makes sure to clamp down on your hip so you can’t pull away. He’ll make sure he properly fucks you open before he even thinks about giving you his cocks. “L-Lord Sukuna! Please — oh god!” You buck up against his long finger, pussy gaping open as soon as you roughly sink back onto it with a desperate grind of your hips. It curled perfectly against your depths, padded fingers firm and hard as it massaged tauntingly over that fragile spot deep inside you.

“You’re fucking greedy, you are..how could you hide this from me?” He gives your pussy a slap before adding another one of his long meaty fingers in your already cramped up little hole.. As soon as it slips inside you leak around him, an arousing sight of your honey like arousal drooling down those fat thighs as you scream out in bliss and discomfort. You were choking on your drool and the thick steamy air around you, short nails clawing into stone for any stability as he fucked your sloppy hole wide open. He made sure to stretch you out thoroughly, splitting his long fingers in a scissor like shape to spread you open. His tiny little human won’t tumble when he finally claims her.

“ I should have you killed for being dishonest to me.” He yanks your hip and rolls you in tune with the thrust of his fingers “I spoil you rotten, and this is how you repay me..”

You cum with another loud scream, body going limp as soon as you spurt around him, he pulls out after a few thrusts before standing up and lifting you over his broad shoulder. You’re too weak to question him or feel embarrassed as he carries your naked body past the guards into his private chambers filled with all his servants. You shyly hide your face behind his chest, but he’s quite quick to grab your chin so you can look at him. The servants are quiet when he enters with you. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be this indecent. They bow, getting to their knees when he flings you gently on his bed.

“My lord, there’s too many people here I—“

“Shhh,” his bottom arms spread you open once more, tugging you near his stomach. You give an embarrassed whimper, legs twisting around as the mouth nestled around his abdomen starts to slurp over your sticky thighs. It eagerly cleans you up, lapping long strides across you before it wraps around your clit. “Ahh!!” You shriek, and Sukuna only laughs at your pathetic little noise. He watched you eagerly as the lower mouth sucked you whole, nibbling and squeezing your bud between its lips. He loved watching you burn from overstimulation, there wasn’t a sight that turned him on more. The tongue on his lower mouth twists in your entrance while a free hand messily massages your overworked clit. Your cries were like a melody, a new beautiful melody he’s never heard before. It doesn’t take long for your overwhelmed body to break, you’re cumming in minutes, pussy heaving before you squirt over his stomach. He’s ready to lap you up, gripping your ankles so you stay perfectly still so his tongue can clean you up.

His large tongue on his stomach laps at you frenzied while a free hand circles over the rim of your asshole, thumb thick and heavy before slipping inside your tight hole. You can’t help but gasp out, nails clawing and digging into the plush mattress below for any sort of stability.

“You’ll appreciate this later, do you think you can take me on like this?” He glides his fingers inside you, another scissor motion to loosen you up for his cock. “Your weak human body..I’d tear it apart, you should be thanking me for even helping you.” Your tongue rolls out your mouth, drool slipping down your chin as you try to find your words. All you could muster were incoherent jumbles of words neither of you could distinguish. “I said “say thank you”, woman.” Another hard slap to your clit has you twisting deeply into the mattress, legs almost giving out from the sting of being spread open for so long.

“T-Thank you!”

Another hard slap

“Thank you!”

Slap—

“Thank you!” You sob, waterlines growing moist with tears when you feel that familiar knot in your lower abdomen twist up again. You had no time to feel embarrassed that the whole palace could hear you cumming on the kings tongue, frankly you were far too fucked out to even care anymore. Too bad you’ll be petrified when you remember this later.

“Finally,” licking his lips, the king pulls out his fingers, the pool of your arousal dripping down your legs to your ass sticky and evident on his large palm. His upper hands grab your ankles, flailing your legs over your head while he pumps his cocks with his lower hand, while the other spreads your pussy open to the cold air. He’d be damned to say he didn’t do a good job spreading you open, the evidence was clear when he peered down at your gaping pulsing holes.

He teases you , the head of his cocks dragging over both your entrances with a grind. He’s kind enough to warn you, everyone knows you’ll probably crack when he finally slips inside, and you do. He’s thick, girthy heads probing next to your smaller holes before slowly pressing inside. It was a stretch unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Even his thick fingers couldn’t compare to the size of his cocks, and he was only a few inches inside of you. He lets out an animistic purr, curling your legs so that his weight keeps you nice and secure underneath him. He's so heavy…you were heating up from just how close he was and there was nothing you could do about it but take him in, squeezing him so well that even he couldn’t help but groan out in ecstasy. He’s waited months to taste you, slip into your warm cunt and make you cum until you can’t walk anymore. He’s never felt like this about anyone, something about you felt new and exciting, like your natural presence alone softened all his senses. He’s never been a patient man, he’s never been gentle, and even though he wants to ruin your body he can’t help but feel guilty anytime he’s too rough with you. Months together had changed him, everyone except you knew it. The servants could never miss his lingering gaze when you were near him..now that he finally had you he’d ruin you, shape you so you’re molded by his cocks, so no human man can compete. Not that they’d be able to anyway, he’d kill anyone who tried to touch you. Why? He couldn’t even answer that himself.

Inch by inch is aggravatingly slow, your pussy pulsing and dripping onto his mattress and pelvis. You were such a greedy little thing, the more he thrusted you couldn’t help but roll your hips for more of him. Relatively you wanted to hate him, you tried really, really hard, but each time you pushed your hips back to roll against him you knew you were far too gone. You were cock drunk, the very thing splitting you in two was wrapped up in a deep hug that you didn’t want to release.

You both let out an exasperated moan when he finally bottoms out, both cocks snug and comfortable inside as you desperately squeeze around them. He rolls his hips back, strong arms holding up some of his weight so that he doesn’t crush you. He curls out of you, leaving just the heads inside before roughly slapping his hips to your ass. You let out a loud wail, toes curling and wiggling in his grasp. He builds his momentum, muscled hips moving like a freight train. Heavy balls hitting your ass each time he kisses your cervix. He felt so impossibly deep, and something that big that should definitely hurt you has never felt more good.. Unbeknownst to you he used his cursed energy to heal your body, I suppose he had taken inspiration from your healing methods after all.

“Youre going to fucking break me—!” You spat, twisting your head to your shoulder as you breathlessly pant out .

“You’ve been pining for me since the day we met," he whispered against your throat, breath tickling over your warm skin “and now you can’t handle me?”

“I plan on fucking you all damn night,” he jerks into you, heavy milky pre cum dripping down your thighs “you’re mine. And I’ll make sure everyone here knows it.”