nova!

you and jude broke up in early february of last year after almost a year and half of dating. a year and a half of blissful, raw, and unadulterated love.

you had met in september of 2024. you both were in paris - jude for a madrid v. paris game, you for the european branch of your world tour. the two of you had always joked and called it fate, divine intervention, that you had both been there.

after your show, and after his game, you had gone out with friends. post hopping between bars and your sobriety levels growing lower, the night led your group into a ambient and low-key jazz bar, where you just so happened to run into jude and his friends, who somehow knew a few of yours.

you didn't ask questions on the logistics, exactly, because as soon as you locked eyes with the madrid player, you were instantly taken.

the now combined group of footballers, singers, and stars took over a booth and a few table surrounding it, the volume of chatter maintaining low as to preserve the atmosphere. you and jude had naturally found yourself at a table at the corner of the group, sitting across from each other as the jazz band played soulfully from the corner of your eye.

"first time in paris?" jude had asked, eyes glinting as a candle flickered between you. the eye contact that he seemed to have no trouble maintaining was momentarily broken when a man came up to your table, dropping off the martini you had ordered earlier, as well as the vodka soda for the brit across from you.

you took a sip, maintaining your gaze, though you weren't fearless as him. you could feel your own cheeks heating - from the alcohol in your system or his relentless eyes, you weren't sure.

you shook your head softly as your lips pulled away from the glass, the vokda slipping warmly down your throat. "no, actually, i stopped here on my last two tours as well."

jude hummed, eyes dropping to his drink as he swirlled the glass in his hand. something about his demeanor was so magnetic to you. the clear, quiet confidence oozed from him as he leaned back in his chair, legs spread, wrists still resting on the table after putting down his drink.

"and what do you think?" he asked you, his accent thick as he looked back up to you, taking a sip from his own glass.

your friends had all faded to a buzz in the background - it was like you and jude were in your own little bubble, your own world. nothing could break you out of it.

your lips pulled up, your head tilting slightly. "i mean, its paris."

he chuckled smoothly, shrugging. "fair, yeah."

he leaned forward, hands clasping as his elbows rested on the table. "where're you from? forgot to ask you."

the smile couldn't seem to leave your lips. "new york," you answer, leaning forward a bit subconsciously. "but i moved to los angeles when i was, like, sixteen."

he hummed, his gaze attentive as his eyes ran over you. it was like he was trying to memorize you, but the dim lighting made it challenging. you didn't mind, though - having his attention like that was electrifying. "why's that?"

you propped your left elbow on the table, resting your chin into your palm as you answered. "that was when i started doing music. my first single hit the charts and my label moved me straight out of the city."

his eyebrows raised, a hint of both surprise and impressment rippling across his features as he leaned back again, arms crossing over his chest. your eyes dipped to the way the his biceps rippled at the movement, peaking out from the sleeves of his shirt ."yeah? thats mad, wow. and you were only sixteen?"

you nodded in response, your palm catching the heat in your cheeks. "mhm. it all happened really fast."

he blew out a breath of air. you tilted your head, lightly appraising him, brows tilting. "how about you? when'd you go, like professional, or whatever?"

you both let out breathy laughs at your clear lack of knowledge about his profession, but he didn't seem offended in the slightest, in fact, he seemed to find it endearing, almost. you supposed he must've been used to girls playing up their soccer - or football, or whatever - appreciations just to appease him. it might've been refreshing to talk to someone in a more real way.

"i was sixteen as well," his lips tilted up even further at the surprised expression on your face. "but i didn't join, like, the bigger leagues until a year later."

you hummed. "and when did you sign with madrid?"

"nineteen," he answered. "so, two years later."

you scrunched your nose a little. "so, it all kind of went fast for you too, right?" he regarded you with curiosity, eyes edging you to continue the thought. you shifted a bit before answering, the weight of his gaze heavier than you could handle. "well, i mean...i don't know a lot about it all, but i bet most people don't make it to the big leagues after - what, four years of playing professionally?"

he bit down on his bottom lip as he smiled, hesitating a moment before nodding. "yeah, no, thats true. guess it all was pretty speedy, yeah?"

his accents is so cute, you gushed in your head. you nodded, you chin leaving your palm as you placed your arm back on the table, eyes falling to the liquid in your glass as you wrapped your fingers around the stem, swirling around the liquid. your eyes found his again. "guess we have some things in common," you commented quietly - nothing outright or suggestive - it was throwing a shot in the dark, a feeler that you were both on the same page.

his tongue poked into his inner cheek as his lips tilted up, brows lowering as his eyes floated down to your throat. you lifted the glass to your lips, and his eyes found yours again. "guess so," he affirmed.

you squinted over at him a bit with a subtle smile. it was quiet for a moment. "i forgot to ask where you're from."

he sat up a bit. "place called stourbridge. its near birmingham."

you hummed softly. "never been."

his smile resembled a smirk, his eyes swirling with harmless mischief and a bit of a challenge. "maybe i'll take you someday."

from then on, it didn't seem like anything could tear the two of you apart. for the following months, the two of you took each break, each time either of you had a few days off to visit the other in whichever city they were in. jude came to a few of your shows, you came to a few of his matches, and when neither of you had anything to do, you spent the days wandering around different european cities and towns, or spending days in hotel room, getting to know each other in every way imaginable.

he asked you to be his girlfriend in october, and took you home to england for thanksgiving with his family in november.

to most, it seemed to be progressing fast, maybe even too fast. but with jude, you suddenly had an understanding of the famous saying thats comprehension initially escaped you - when you know, you know. and with jude, it seemed the two of you just knew.

after finishing tour in januaray, you spent the next eight months going back and forth between new york and wherever jude happened to be in europe.

in new york, you met up with friends and family, telling stories of your travels with your boyfriend, spent days at a time in the studio, working on your next album as you scribbled sickeningly-sweet lyrics into your notebook, each letter and word dripping with your affection for the dark-eyed footballer.

when you finally were reunited, you and jude couldn't be deterred. you watched his matches up in the stands with his family, quickly forming relationships with each member.

you and denise would hold hands during tough match moments, embrace and jump up and down when jude scored, take turns consoling him when his frustration towards the media or madrids increasing issues became overwhelming.

mark would help teach you about the game, patiently and kindly explaining what certain fouls and plays were as they took place. he grinned so big when you called it "football" for the first time at a family dinner in munich instead of soccer.

jobe you didn't see quite as often, given he was a player of his own for dortmund, but the two of you got along really well whenever you saw each other, taking turns teasing your boyfriend, which he took (mostly) on the chin.

jude had only been with your family a handful of times, but in august of that year when he had been out due to his shoulder injury, the two of you had flown out to the hamptons for you sisters wedding.

you spent a whole week of bliss together as your mother fawned over the boy, as your father took him out on the boat in a moment of bonding, and as your sister pulled you aside with that knowing look in her eyes after the ceremony, one that had your heart racing as you pictured yourself in a dress like that one day, and jude in a suit similar to your new brother in law. you clingged a bit harder to jude that night, connected your lips a bit more frequently. he regarded you with an amused, knowing look as you did this.

when you and jude were together...it was like the air around you had shifted. the constant result of friends teasing your lovesick nature, you and jude had never left the honeymoon stage. you had stayed in it, lived in it, and grew in it.

he first said he loved you in march, but his devotion was fully confirmed in july when you stood by him every step of the way through his recovery after surgery.

it was as if whever you were with him, you had been transported to some utopia, some world where everything was...perfect. because it really was.

until it wasn't.

in december of last year, your label began to pressure you to come to a closing on the record. you had admittedly been a bit slow, taking your time to develop the album as you lived in the moment with jude. they were understanding, especially for a star in your position and acclaim, but you were admittedly a bit eager to get back to work. you had missed being busy, and there was no busier time than an album rollout.

you and jude parted ways that month, jude continuing to train relentlessly and travel endlessly around the continent for matches, while you flew back home to new york, returning to the recording studio and the routine you once had.

you hadn't even realised you had missed it.

you didnt see jude for two months - two whole months.

you were busy, but you made time for phone calls and messages any time you could. the time difference made it difficult to sync up, but it wasn't for lack of trying.

when you flew back to madrid in early feburary, things had admittedly grown a bit strained between the two of you. it was almost like you were unsure of how to act around each other after so long apart.

hindsight, the distance that had grown between you two made sense - going from spending a year so constantly in each others lives, to not seeing each other for two months - it was a complete unknown for the two of you. it was the first real adversity you had faced together, and because you had never faced something to that level before, it carried a larger magnitude.

you began to get into little spats over seemingly nothing. you knew the issue was bigger - you knew that at the core of it, you were two kids in your early 20s with the weight of the world on your shoulders, with tremendous pressure from your careers, from your fans, from the world. you knew logistically, that it wasn't just realistic, but it was likely to happen to any couple under these conditions, that sometimes, love, no matter how deep it is, can't prevent cracks from forming.

but the two of you weren't supposed to be just any couple. you were supposed to be exempt. he was supposed to always be yours.

the resentment slowly built over the following month, and before you knew it, your relationship almost felt unrecognizable. it wasn't like you were fighting every second of every day, but when you did, neither of you could stop the sharp words from slipping, words shooting to kill in the depths of you frustration.

it was like clockwork - you would fight, jude would storm out and you would go about your night, pretending everything was normal as you made yourself dinner, leaving leftovers for jude absentmindedly. you didn't let your mind wander or dwell on the words earlier said as you showered, scrubbing your body until you were sure each and every spec of dirt was washed away, until your skin was red from the scalding heat of the water.

you would curl into bed, closing your eyes, even though you knew sleep wouldn't find you until you knew jude was home.

after a while of laying in the dark, you would hear the door shut. if you were home in madrid - funny, how madrid had become some sort of home, though you supposed anywhere jude was would cary that trait - it would take him a bit longer to find his way to the bed, but if you were away, you listened carefully as his shoes slid off once the hotel door close shut behind him. your body was stiff as you heard him carefully shrugging off his jacket, the sounds of his airpods case closing shut and being shoved somewhere in the room.

you had puzzled together that he when he would storm off, he must've gone to the gym or for a run, because each morning after as you woke up, shuffling into the bathroom, you took in the new active gear discarded in the corner that hadn't been there the night before. you weren't sure how he managed to get the clothes - if he had borrowed from a team member, if he had gone all the way to the training center to grab them from his locker. it stung every time you thought of it, thought of the extents he went to in those moments just to get away from you.

the sound of his slow footsteps towards the ensuit was next. his attempts at being quiet always did a funny thing to your thawing heart - you both knew that you weren't really asleep yet, but he played into the game of pretend, assumedly to preserve your ego.

the bathroom door closed after he enters, lights turned on, spilling below the cracks. then the sound of the shower turning on, water punching the tiles. five minutes. shower off. lights off, the door creaks open.

he steps slowly towards the bed. the noise of the gentle crunching of the carpet stops for a moment, almost as if he's hesitating. you wonder what goes through his mind in this split second - does he worry you don't want him there? does he not want to be in bed with you, is he still mad? does he consider knocking on one of the players door? he had done that the first time you two exploded, spending the night in vinis room. you didn't want him to do that ever again.

after the second is over, you feel the mattress dip, duvet shifting off then back on as he slips in, scooting towards you, arms wrapping around your waist. you felt it - the moment every muscle in his body relaxed, the quiet, almost shaky breath that hit your shoulder. you knew he felt how you seemed to melt into him too, releasing a shaky breath of your own.

he let your pretend to be asleep as he pressed feather-light kissed into your skin. they seemed to say what he couldn't in those moments - i'm sorry. i love you. i miss you.

you would wake up. turn in his arms - he was already awake. you would look at each other for around a minute. your lips would softly meet, slowly moving together, as if prolonging the moment. he would pull you in by your waist, holding you as close as possible. you would all but climb his body to press against him. it felt eager every time - needy, desperate.

the next few days would be strained. it would almost be back to normal by the time it repeated again. and then again.

you just wanted jude back - your jude.

it all ended after one fight - one fight. you don't even remember what it was about, but you remember it had all became meaningless as soon as the words, "i think we need to break up," had devastatingly left his lips.

whatever you were angry about didn't matter. it paled in comparison to your devotion for him. no, no you would work it out. you would.

you were going to argue, were going to fight for your bone deep love, for the source of your joy and full heart.

but then you took in the look on his face. the one of defeat, of pure grief. then you looked around - you were standing in his kitchen, you had been in the middle of making dinner together. a feeble attempt at romance, at bridging a gap that didn't seem to want to be bridged. the food was now cold, the red wine sitting by the stove must've been warm. the mood-lighting no longer reminded you of your star-aligned meeting in paris - no, the lights now burned your retinas, your head aching if you looked too long.

you looked back at jude. he saw it in your face too.

there was nothing left to do - it was over.

you don't really remember what happened next - you somehow travelled over to the living room, sitting on the couch, facing each other. the same couch you had watched movies on, same space where you had laid by the fire as you made love for the first time.

you remember how heavy his hoodie felt against your torso. you remember his hand coming up, thumb brushing under your eyes and coming away with a sheen of wetness - you don't remember starting to cry. you remember the glass coating his gaze, the way his hands didn't leave you as he spoke. you remember "i love you," you remember "there will never be anyone else, not like you. not like this." you don't remember which one of you said it.

you remember when you stood up - you remember how hard it was. it felt like every nerve in your body was pulling you back down, begging you stay. begging you not to walk out on the best things that ever happened to you.

you remember calling a cab to the airport - no, jude had called the cab. you sat on the curb, calling your mom. you remember landing home and collapsing into her arms. you remember you things arriving at your apartment a few day later.

and just like that - it was over.

you thought back to your first ever conversation with jude - you bitterly thought that fast did seem to be the two of yours thing.

the first half of march was spent as described earlier - your friends picking up the slack, loving you back to life.

by the middle of the month, you were by no means better, by no means cured, but you knew you had to get to work - you had an album to make.

the first half of the album was made between october 2024 and december 2025. the second half was written in the second half of march - roughly two weeks.

some would say it was unhealthy the way you threw yourself into your work - that you were using it as a coping method, and that you should've slowed down. the truth was, song writing was always therapeutic for you, a way to process your feelings. and you were going through a lot of really rapidly changing, and complex emotions that needed processing.

you released the first single in early april, then the album before the middle of the month even came around.

a friend spotted jude at a club with a model in london during the rollout. you pretended you hadn't heard that information, but that night you didn't sleep curled up with his hoodie for the first time since leaving madrid. it took up residence in the back of your closet, now.

his mom texted you once a week, timed out perfectly so it was 3pm in new york on fridays, no matter where she was in the world. she sent you a long paragraph after the album released, and you imagined her eyes tearing up with pride as she wrote it.

his dad sent you one message after the breakup, filled with his sorries that it didn't work out, that he had loved you and considered you his daughter, that you could come to him for anything you needed, anytime. you both knew that you wouldn't, but you appreciated the sentiment regardless.

it was jobes message, however, that had somehow tore at your chest the most. the shortest, yet most impactful, judes younger brother had simply written how much you made his brother smile. you read it repeatedly every night for the two weeks following the breakup.

the rollout was admittedly difficult - the feelings were still really fresh, and having to sit down for podcasts, magazine cover interviews, and radio station, going through each of the songs and their meanings, had proved to bring up a lot of things you had desperately tried to squash down.

it didn't help that the media, who already had been in a frenzy all throughout march as more and more information released about your "dramatic, heartbreaking, and gut-wrenching" breakup (coined by tmz, of course), was having a field day with the new content your album provided them.

you hardly went on your phone for months. you didn't need reminders of how blissfully in love the two of you had been, or see clips of him now, not an incredibly notable difference if you didn't know, but his eyes were definitely duller, lips more consistently downturned, more prone to frustration during matches then his usual level head. you didn't need to see anymore - you had made the mistake a few times too many.

you made appearances on talk shows, preformed at snl, announced your next tour. you kept moving, because life didn't stop just because you wanted it to. it kept going, and you had to keep going with it.

you went out with friends, let them try to set you up with guys, even though they never quite succeeded. the internet caught you at a bar with someone one time - nothing crazy, the two of you at a booth talking while your friends were elsewhere in the room. you forced yourself not to text judes friends when it had showed up on your feed, assuring them it was nothing, asking how he is, if he missed you as much as you missed him. you didn't, but you wanted to. you finger hovered over morgan rogers contact for twenty minutes the night that released.

by june, you were better. it still lived with you, but it didn't weigh you down they way it once had. you would sometimes go a whole day without thinking about him. you would lay up late the nights that realization happened, almost as if you were punishing yourself for forgetting him. it was futile - it wasn't like you really ever could.

but by mid-june, all of the sudden, you couldn't escape him. you went from never seeing him to seeing him everywhere - every bar you walked past on the street, he was on the screen. every time you looked out your apartments windows, you looked into the ones across from you, any tvs displaying the world cups matches.

you stayed far away from it - new york and jersey were hosting at metlife, and you preferred not to know when jude would be in the city.

it didn't help that he was having an insane run. eventually, you started watching in july after the england vs. dr congo game - it wasn't like you could escape it for much longer - like stated, he really was everywhere. your friends had all gathered in your apartment to watch with you, pretending not to glance over every now and then to gauge your reaction whenever he popped up on screen. you pretended you heart didn't jump each time he did.

you had sort of forgot how much you had grown to love the game - how much you had loved watching jude. he was just in his element on the field, unstoppable - now more than you had ever seen him.

jude scored against mexico in the 36th minute, and not 2 minutes later, scored again. you're friends had all jumped up in celebration as he had, while you stayed glued to your spot, watching the tv in awe. your lips tilted as the camera zoomed in on him after his second goal - he looked absolutely on fire. you couldn't help but be filled with pride. your jude, playing for his country for the second time, something he had extesniviely talked about throughout your relationship. it was surreal.

"of course he had a run like that the game you started watching," a friend teased, head shaking. "i bet you he somehow knew. he has a weird sixth you-sense."

you cried ugly tears when they beat norway the following match, jude scoring both of the two goals. what prompted the water works was watching his face as the crowd sung hey jude to him. you softly mouthed along to the words of the song you had once sung for him - teasingly in his kitchen, soothingly in bed after a long day or long game, proudly on tour in madrid in january of last year, one of your last stops, the crowd exploding at the borderline confirmation of your relationships. your eyes hadn't left where jude was in the crowd through the whole song. you grin had never been wider.

the tears were both immense pride, but also a gutting, selfish sadness that you weren't there with him to celebrate.

you were on the edge of your seat for entirety of the the argentina game. you felt judes despair to your bones when they lost, felt his disappointment and frustration as if it was your own.

when your company had left that night, your living room was too quiet. your phone almost seemed to buzz from the cushion beside you, beckoning you to pick it up and do the unthinkable.

you hardly hesitated as you grabbed it, drafting up a message. the only sign of emotion was the rapid thumping of your heart due to the adrenaline coursing through your veins, otherwise, you were void.

hey jude. i know i probably shouldn't be reaching out, but i just want to say i'm so proud of you. i know that you must be feeling really disappointed right now, which is understandable, but i just need you to know how incredible you were out there this whole tournament. you've inspired so many people across the world, and given hope to the england fans again. don't beat yourself up. i hope you're taking care of yourself. i'm really really proud of you.

you hit send after checking it over once. you threw it to the other side of the couch, turning your attention to the tv, pretending you didn't care if he responded or not. pretending your chest wasn't heavy with anxiety at what you had just done.

you checked your phone two hours later.

judey🤍 thank you. really. that means everything, especially from you. i'm crushed but i'm proud of the boys. you're everywhere. i went out for coffee in new york when we were playing panama and your face was plastered on a billboard. i almost sent you a pic. anyways, i'm trying to say i'm proud of you too. you're killing it. take care of yourself, and thank you again. i'm glad you reached out. xx ⁴⁵ ᵐⁱⁿᵘᵗᵉˢ ᵃᵍᵒ

you read over his message 20 times. it made you think about if he had wanted to gush over his achievements when they happened, if he had also almost picked up the phone a million times to call throughout the last few weeks. if he had also wished you had been there as much as you wished you were. he had almost sent you a photo of the billboard, hadn't he?

you wondered if you should respond, but didn't. what else was there to say? it wasn't like the two of you could be friends, or that you really wanted to - you knew deep down that you could never be just his friend.

so was this it? was this what you were condemned to? a life of quietly loving and rooting each other on? your eyes traced over his final words - i'm glad you reached out - maybe a thousand times. i'm glad you reached out. i'm glad you reached out. i'm glad you reached out.

you watched the bronze final against france alone. jude was on the bench the first half of the game. the crowd roared as he walked back onto the field - he seemed lighter than he was after argentina.

you watched as he handed saka the ball for the penalty to complete his hat trick. you watched as jude made another goal in the last minutes of the game. you found out later that goal had crowned him the title of first england player to score seven goals during a world cup tournament. you fought off the urge once again to reach out.

so, back to the present: you haven't spoken since a few weeks ago when you briefly broke no-contact - until now.

you didn't have a good reason. you were in madrid for a shoot with vouge españa, only in the city that had once become a second home for a few days. the shoot was over, and you leave tomorrow night.

you sat on your hotel balcony, watching as the sun set. you downed half a bottle of wine.

you knew he must be back, training for the season. it was all you could think about on the flight over, and every time you left the hotel. on the way to the shoot today, you had driven past his street. you swallowed the emotion that suddenly climbed your throat - you didn't look to see if your initials were still carved into the pavement.

maybe thats why you couldn't help it. maybe being in the city that you had once shared with jude was too much for your fragile heart, the wine either inflating your bravery or lowering your inhibitions as you clicked on his contact, pressing the call button under his name, almost as if it was muscle memory. you press the phone to your ear as your bite your lip, looking out into the now dark sky.

he picks up after four rings. he says your name, tone laced with worry, and you feel your resolve crumble further. "is everything alright?"

hearing his voice for the first time in months did something funny to your heart - it twisted it up in the most warm, painful way, that made you want to crawl into bed and cry, and run into his arms all at the same time.

"um," you start lamely, swallowing. great start, you silently chide yourself. "i just..." you shake your head, closing your eyes. "i'm in madrid," you blurt out.

clearly you suck at calling your ex.

you hear him shift on the other side, followed by silence. "yeah?" he asks, warily, guarded, yet you could almost hear his resolve slipping as well.

you nod, forgetting he can't see you. you let out a breath, and it comes out shaky. "yeah, i'm...i'm here for work," you articulate slowly, trying to regain your composure. "and....and i just..."

you what? feel sorry for yourself? hate that you still can't seem to breath properly without him 5 months later? despise the part of you that stays stupidly loyal to him, forbidding yourself from even considering anthoher man?

you don't want to admit the truth to him, that you don't ever want to move on - you want to be miserably in love with him forever. thats the real, raw, bitter truth.

your press the hand not holding your phone to your chest, feeling the way your heart jumps out against it, your palm flattening, almost as if checking for any fractures. you come up empty handed, though you're not quite convinced.

you swallow. "jude, can i come over?" you knew how you sounded even as the words left your lips - something akin to a kicked puppy, or a child asking their parent for a treat past bedtime. you felt no shame in that moment - your desperation for his warmth far overshadowing any embarrassment.

it;s quiet on the other line once again. you count the seconds. 3,4,5,6-

"okay," he breaths out. "yeah. come over."

you don't have time to regret it. "is 20 minutes alright?" you ask. you had already timed the distance from your hotel to his house during a break in the shoot today, before the idea had even fully formed. twelve minute drive, thirty minute walk.

" yeah," he agrees. "see you."

"bye," you practically whisper, hanging up, instantly moving to call the car.

you didn't tell a soul as you slipped a hoodie over yourself, hood over your head as you inconspicuously travelled downstairs, sliding into the car and waiting the twelve minutes before arriving - the longest twelve minutes of your life, by the way.

when you get there, you quietly thank your driver, stepping out. your eyes are fixed on the front door as you hear him drive away.

you gather yourself, walking to his front door. you count to thrity before knocking.

the door opens about five seconds later. your eyes instantly land on his, watching as he takes you in - he looks worried, troubled, yet also hungry. the way he gazes over you, its almost as if he checking for injuries, for signs you were unwell - for signs you were different than you left him.

you feel bad that you worried him, because the truth is a lot more pathetic.

his eyes reach yours again. "hi," you say quietly, hating the way your chest trembles at the effort.

jude nods once, jaw clenched. "hey." he looks behind you, making sure no one is around, before stepping to the side, wordlessly allowing you to enter. you step through the entrance, mindlessly starting to kick off your shoes as you once had done so habitually. you catch yourself halfway through the action when you hear the door shut behind you.

you lower your head, stepping out of the second shoe, turning around to face him. for once, the two of you are bathed in silence. so many words to say, neither of you quite sure where to start - or if to start.

you watch his throat work as he swallows. "can, i, uh - get you something to drink?"

your chest clenches, well aware that the house that had once been a home, you were now a guest in. you nod softly. "water would be great."

he nods gently back, hesitating before turning to the kitchen. you take off your hoodie, leaving it with your shoes, taking the time to fold it before slowly walking in his direction.

as you make it to the kitchen counter, you look around. you're heavily aware that the last time you had been here...well, you had thought it would be the last time you would be here. it looked the exact same as you had left it. all the little touches you had added throughout your time together remained where they were.

he slides the glass across the counter, meeting your eyers. "couch?" he asks, nodding towards the direction of the living room. you nod quietly, letting him lead the way.

you sit with your legs folded in your lap, facing jude, glass discared half empty on the coffee table after you had taken one big sip. jude faces you, leaning against his hand that was propped up on the back of the sofa.

the two of you watch each other for a long minute. you let yourself take him in - when you find no visible changes, you almost sigh in relief. to be in his presence after months of trying to ignore his existence was intoxicating.

he's the first to break the silence, his words coming after a heavy breath leaves his lips. one that makes your stomach twists, because all of the sudden he sounds so much older and wiser, and it makes you wonder about all of the things you missed. 'what are you doing here?" he asks. his voice devoid of anger or judgement.

you look away, biting your lip. "i don't know," you admit quietly. you look down to your lap. "i know that...that i'm not supposed to be here. that i shouldn't have called," you look back up into his eyes, you gaze sincere. "and i'm sorry. i'm really sorry. this isn't...this isn't good that i'm here, but..."

the silence that follows your words allows him to speak. "don't...don't be sorry," he sighs, running his hand down his face. he shakes his head, looking intently back at you, lips tilting up almost ironically. "if i didn't wan't you here, i wouldn't have said yes."

your lips mirror his, eyes falling to your lap again. "still," you state firmly, meeting his eyes once more. "i was just...i was sitting in my hotel room, and i knew you had to be here, and i know how selfish this is and how much you must have going on with the season starting soon and just finishing the world cup and-" you shake your head, letting out a small laugh-like-scoff.

"i just...i couldn't stop thinking about how many times i've almost picked up the phone to call you this past month," you admit, vulnerability written across your features.

you watch the rise and fall of his chest, the solemity expressed in his eyes. he nods softly. "i know," he sighs. "i know. me too."

he shakes his head, laughing lightly. "god, you have no idea how many times i looked up into the stands, thinking you were there."

you feel another piece of your heart chip away at that. your eyes close in grief. "you have no idea how badly i wanted to be there," you utter out, looking back at him. "i wanted to be there for you, jude. so bad."

you're not sure what about your expression causes it, but he suddenly reaches forward, pulling you into his chest. you instantly melt, one hand wrapping around the back of his neck, the other around the middle of his back. one of his cradles the back of your head as the other snakes across your waist.

feeling him against you like this for the first time in months was like breathing clean air after so long surrounded by smoke. he still felt like home, still smelt and tasted like it, too.

you felt his head lift, pressing firm kisses on the top of yours. i love you, there will never be anyone else, not like you. not like this.

you pull away slightly, your foreheads meeting. "jude," you breath out, lips momentarily grazing his, sending shocks through your body.

he nods against you. "i know," he whispers back. your eyes both glance up to meet, and you watch as his trail down to your lips, nudging your nose with his.

the action had once been a playful tease, an early morning curled in bed with tired, sweet, close-lipped smiles, sun peeking through curtains, sheets twisted between legs. it makes you melt even now. "jude," you say again. "please."

he nods again, eyes not leaving your lips as he closes the distance. the kiss is slow - its desperate, and sensual, and thick with everything still unsaid.

he takes you further into his lap, your legs bracketing his hips as he twists so his back is now against the cushions. you count in your head how many other times you had been in this position - you loose count around april 2025 when his tongue slides past your lips, practically melting your brain cells.

his hands slip under you top, stretching across your back. you shiver at the skin-to-skin contact, arching further into him as your hands grip his toned shoulders. you let out a quiet, needy sound, and you feel him hum against you.

his lips are still so soft, still so gentle. they still fit perfectly with yours. his hands still travel the same path - up and down your back, snaking to grip your waist. you wonder what habits of yours that slip your mind he's noticed.

you start subconsciously moving against him, the feeling of his straining bulge against your clothed core sending shivers up your spine. he pulls away shakily. "fuck," he hisses, his head falling back against the back of the couch for a second.

you panick for a split second. is he already regretting it? does he want me to leave?

your fears are put to rest as he makes eye contact with you, his pupils blown wide. "bedroom?" he asks huskily.

you nod almost instantly, and you don't have it in you to find your eagerness embarrassing. his lips tilt up the slightest and he nods in response. before moving, his features grow slightly severe. "i'm not - we're not gonna do anything, i just want you to feel comfortable, yeah?"

you nod again, willing to take anything he'll give you. he pats your hip, signaling for you to get up. you stand to the side, letting him take your hand to guide you to the bedroom, as if you've never been before. the thought crosses your mind that he might've done this with another girl since you've broken up. you squash it instantly.

the lights are already off in his room by the time you get there. he closes the door behind him. you disconnect, walking over to your side of the bed, crawling under the covers. a few moments later he joins you.

you're instantly wrapped together again, your legs tucked between and under his as your lips meet again, pace mirroring the steady one from before.

after a few moments he pulls away, sitting up to discard of his shirt. jude was prone to getting warm, so it wasn't anything unusual. he lays back down, rolling to his side to face you once again. your hands trail down his toned chest as he meets your lips again.

his pointer and middle fingers dip into the waist band of your sweatpants, using it to urge you closer. you lips part as he does this, his fingers not moving once you followed his silent directions. they simply flip around, tracing the skin there, almost exploratory.

his lips pause once more, feeling the warmth of you skin beneath the fabric, edging against the lace of your panties. his eyes stay trained on his hands, whiles yours stay trained on him.

his lips accidentally brush yours once again, and he lets out a quiet noise of surprise and desire, before leaning back in with intention. you smile a bit at the happy accident, teeth briefly clashing against his.

"out of practice?" he whispered, laced with gentle amusement and no bite. he didn't move, though, in fact, lips tilting up to match yours. his hands slide out from beneath your wait band, snaking back under you tank top. you felt the roughness of his palms more closely than before, yet the warmth they carried.

the moment feels so domestic you could burst.

your smiles faded into something softer, less obvious, as your lips continued to meet almost lazily. his stubble lightly scratched against your chin. your hands reached down, fiddling with the drawstrings of his sweatpants absentmindedly.

he pauses, forehead resting back against yours, eyes half-lidded as he looked at you - really looked at you - up close. your hands don't leave their place on his sweatpants.

he leans a bit away, scooting up the head board just a smidge. one hand slips down to you waist, the other patting his stretched out thigh. "come here," he quietly instructs, voice soft and easy, yet intimate.

you're not sure why, but you pause. not out of hesitation, or of fear - you took a moment to simply admire the man in front of you. to simply appreciate and savor the moment, to allow yourself the bliss that you had found yourself back in his arms somehow.

his expression softened further. he reached up, brushing a strand of stray hair away from your forehead with the back of his knuckle. "c'mere, baby," he practically coaxed, the old endearment slipping out easily. the way he looked at you - with open, unguarded affection - it had so closely resembled the way he had once looked at you when everything had been so much easier.

you reach up and over to brace your elbows beside his head on the mattress, his other hand coming back to your waist to assist you over his lap to straddle him again. he begins to guide you to gently grind against him, the friction from just one slide enough to make your head spin. your lips are inches apart, softly grazing every few moments.

"fuck, babe," he curses, hips bucking up to meet yours. you hum, hands traveling from his chest to the nape of his neck/

you felt every rise and fall of his chest as he moved you over him, every time he hardened just a bit below you, every time the pleasure overwhelmed him, causing him to grip your hips. you wondered if it would bruise - you didn't care. you wanted to cary any evidence that tonight had happened

tell me its just me, that i'm it for you. tell you still love me. tell me you're mine. you wanted to chant these words against his lips, but refrained.

his lips reconnected with yours, picking back up the gentle rhythm from before. "alright?" he asked quietly against you, a hand coming up to your jaw.

you nod, nose brushing his as you grin softly. "mhm," you hum, biting down on your lip teasingly as you arch up a bit, gently pressing down harder against his lap. his eyes remained on yours as you do, and he lets out a quiet groan from deep in his chest.

his hand comes back down from you jaw to your hips again, giving a warning squeeze. "y'being trouble?" he murmured against you, an amused tilt to his words.

you shake your head, the glint not leaving your eyes. "just stretching," you reply back, repeating the motion.

"fuck," he softly cursed, letting out a breath of amusement, the type that wasn't really a laugh but carried the same ease as one.

"you're so..." he doesn't finish the thought, shaking his head to himself, simply settling for leaning back in, reconnecting your lips.

you spend the rest of the night tangled together, softly relearning each other, letting hands wander and tempos shift from soft and gentle to needy and heavy, then back to soft and gentle. you're not sure when you both finally fall asleep, but you know as your eyes rest, you feel at peace for the first time in months.

⭑⭑⭑

when you and jude both wake up the next morning, the air between you two is quiet. not the heavy quiet that would linger the mornings after fights, but the quiet that holds a hint of peace, and understanding.

you take your time to get up, allowing yourselves some more time to lounge in the others warmth. the sunlight woke you both up, given neither of you had bothered to close the curtain before falling to slumber last night, so it couldn't have been past six by the time you roused.

you shared a few more lazy, gentle kisses, before begrudgingly sliding out of bed. jude throws on a new shirt and offers you one of his to change into. you get dressed at the same time.

the quiet follows even as you both leave the house in the early morning light, walking down the street to the local coffee shop. the barista sees you both together for the first time since november. she doesn't comment.

since no one is there, you both sit in a seat by the window once you get your coffee. judes neighborhood is mostly quiet wealth, so you don't expect to be caught off guard, especially given how early it is in the morning. you start your coffees in silence.

judes the one to break that quiet, looking across at you thoughtfully. "last night it was...it shouldn't have happened." he watches as your face falls before quickly following up. "not - fuck - not in the way your thinking."

he sighs, running a hand over his face in frustration. "i just mean...we were together for a really long time," his face pinches painfully as he says this, as if even now, referring to your relationship as a past tense is difficult. "and we loved - love - each other a lot, yeah?"

you soften, then nod, throat working as you swallow.

"i..." he furrows his brows, eyes trained on his hands. he reaches over to cover yours across the table, and you flip them around so your palms meet, eyes also dropping. "we should've talked, first, is what i'm trying to say. we should've taken it slower."

"oh," you breath out, beginning to process his words. you swallow. "i don't...i don't regret it," you admit, almost nervously.

he shakes his head. "me either, swear," he assures, his eyes encouraging yours to meet again. he huffs under his breath. "shit, i'm sucking at explaining this."

you shake your head, hands gently squeezing his. "no, no you're not, promise. this is all just... it's just a lot," you softly promise, brows furrowing. "we have so much we still have to...i mean, i have so many things i want to say."

he nods instantly along. "same. fuck, same. theres so much, i..." he swallows, leaning forward even further. "i mean, fuck, babe, where do we even start?"

you let out a sniffely laugh, eyes starting to water. he takes one of his hands from yours, reaching out to cup your cheek. you instantly melt into him. he gives you a warm, slightly amused smile back, his thumb running under your eye

you let out a shaky breath, a hopeful glint in your own gaze mirrored across his. "maybe at the beginning?" you offer.

he lets out a breath through a smile, the sound holding a small bit of relief, of resolve. of that hope that seemed to dance in both of your eyes.

"yeah. lets start there."

you knew in that moment, that you would work it out. you knew that no time apart could rip you from this, could force your heart to concede its affection. no logic or distance or hurt could make you forget what this is, what it has the capability to be.

you knew that if you wanted it to, it would. and there was no one in the whole wide world that wanted this to work more than the two of you.

so you do exactly as you say - you talk. and you start right at the beginning.

“you’ll be fine!” you boyfriend said, a grin etched on his face as he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear. you let him, bottom lip puckering out slightly. “are you sure? i’m so nervous though,” you murmured, covering your face with your palms as you let out a muffled groan. 

he always looked so annoyingly calm—while you felt ridiculously jittery. excitement twinned with dread twisting in your stomach. for the first time ever, you’re finally meeting his team. like all the eleven players. the famous football players. the ones everyone gravitated toward on campus… 

those loud, tall, shining, charming boys who slapped backs and laughed with their chests. 

jay pried your hands down gently, holding them in his. “they’ll love you,” he said, so certain it almost hurt. “you could walk in and say nothing the whole time and they’d still love you,” he continued with a hum, thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand. “because my girlfriend is so lovable like that.”

because you were his. that’s what he didn’t say, but you heard it. 

you swallowed, lips pursing. “what if they don’t?” 

“then that’s their problem,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead—soft, reverent, protective in that way that made your knees go weak. “you’re amazing, don’t worry.”

you exhaled, tension beginning to melt just a little—right as the restaurant door behind you swung open. a couple walked out, then the noise behind spilled out—laughter, shouts, someone joking. 

jay nudged you forward gently. “perfect timing. c’mon.” giving your hand a playful squeeze, you let your boyfriend guide you inside. the restaurant hummed with various noises, the team’s voices rising from the back corner in chaos. 

“jay–ah!” jake said, waving his hand so enthusiastically he might knock over a glass. “here!” your boyfriend laughed, lifting the other hand to wave back. “sorry, sorry, parking was insane.” 

“excuses,” another boy chimed in, grinning. “who’s that?”

heat rushed to your cheeks immediately. jay’s arm slid around your waist, casual but proud. “this is my girlfriend,” he announced, gently guiding you towards an empty seat. “come on, let’s sit.” 

before you could even think, he guided you to the nearest open space at the long table. you slid in, keeping your eyes down in what you hoped was a polite, sweet–girlfriend way instead of a terrified baby deer entering the forest.

jay took the seat on your right, the end of the table. he never lets you sit at the end. you took the seat on the right, pulling your chair closer under the table. his arm brushed yours as he sat, ensuring you’re comfortable. 

the conversation quickly spilled around you, voices overlapping: “coach made us run suicides again—”

“‘m going to skip weights this week,”

your boyfriend laughed, throwing an arm over the back of your chair as he engaged in the topic. you sipped the cold drink that’d been put in front of you, hands wrapped around the glass so you’d stop fidgeting.

it’s so awkward and so… out of place for you. you just sat there quietly, content to just listen. jay was in his elements, laughing with his dearest teammates, so full and bright and warm in a way you liked seeing.

a glass clinked near your left, and you glanced that way. 

“hi,” 

next to you, sunghoon leaned slightly in your direction—holding his drink loosely, fingers around the condensation–slick glass. he wasn’t loud like others—just listening as well, eyes flicking between his friends, lips curved slightly at every joke.

you gave a small, sweet polite smile back. “hi.”

it came out airy, barely above the hum of the table. not shy, just soft. sunghoon nodded once, almost gentle. he didn’t move his gaze away, no such thing as social rules of not staring at someone else’s girlfriend too long applied to him, not when said girlfriend is probably the prettiest little thing sunghoon has ever laid his eyes on. 

he seemed calm. and yes—objectively very good–looking—the kind that would normally make you flustered (it worked) if you didn’t have a boyfriend.

“first time meeting the team?” he asked, voice steady and calm. you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before nodding. “yeah… jay’s been… talking about this for a while.”

sunghoon’s lips ticked up—into something of a slight smirk. “jay talks a lot about you too,” he said, low enough as if it’s meant to be for you. “i was starting to think he made you up. but i guess not, a girl like you does exist.” 

you blinked, warmth pooling low in your stomach—jay’s name in someone else’s mouth, from the reality of just how much he must gush when you’re not there.

your breath caught in your throat—not because it was overly charming, but because it was so smooth. you blinked, barely managing a tiny laugh. “well… surprise.” you shrugged, biting the inside of your cheek. 

“lucky him,” he murmured, then lifted his glass slightly in a casual half–cheers gesture. “i’m sunghoon, by the way.”

“yn,” you placed your hand in his when he offered it, his palm warm against your cool ones, grip firm and brief. “nice to finally meet you,” you said, offering the sweetness you always have on. 

“yeah,” sunghoon replied, giving your hand a light squeeze before he pulls away with a lingering heat, leaning back in his seat as he tapped the rim of his glass with his thumb, “the pleasure’s all mine.”

your boyfriend laughed beside you, nudging your knee under the table by accident. you looked away, warmth blooming in your cheeks as you leaned slightly towards jay, placing your hand on his thigh. 

still, you could feel sunghoon’s gaze linger on you. 

——

after that night, you went home warm with relief—jay’s team liked you, like he said, jay was happy, and you’d managed to get through dinner without spilling anything on yourself or make a fool. 

just a few days later, a notification slid from the top of your screen. you’d just finished showering and sank into bed, getting comfortable to face another night. 

p.sunghoon just followed you.

you blinked. once, twice—oh? you pursed your lips, thumb hovering stupidly over the screen for a moment. you weren’t sure if you remembered exchanging usernames—actually, you were positive you didn’t. 

jay definitely didn’t mention giving it. he wasn’t the “here’s my girlfriend’s instagram” type; if anything he really tried to protect you from the eyes of men. 

and yet… there it was. sunghoon’s follow notification. 

“let me just stalk you…” you murmured, humming to yourself as you tapped on his profile. his display picture sharp even in the tiny circle—a mirror selfie of him in his white tank. his feed was curated—football, track pants, icy expressions, candid flashes.

everything about him just screamed he knew exactly how attractive he was without ever needing to try.

and fuck, he was.

before you could hit the follow button, another notification popped up. sunghoon had liked a picture of you from a couple months ago—the one where you were visiting the alpaca world in gangwon. 

then another—a summer picture of you and your friends, wearing a bikini top underneath sheer cardigan, and a pair of shorts. 

a quiet instinctive oh sat low. he was stalking your instagram, the same time you were stalking his. 

you followed him back, tossing and turning on your back on the bed, getting ready to close the app. but before you could do so, sunghoon sent you a message.

p.sunghoon: hey there

you cocked an eyebrow at the message, fingers lingering above the keyboard.

yn.ln : hi 

p.sunghoon: you showed up in my suggested by the way

p.sunghoon: totally wasn’t searching you up or anything

you bit down a smile, his sarcasm threading clean through the screen—light warmth crawled up your neck despite every rational cell in your brain telling you stop that. 

yn.ln : oh right that’s so believable 

another bubble appeared almost immediately. 

p.sunghoon: you gotta trust me.

p.sunghoon: but i guess i got lucky too

yn.ln : how so?

a second, then two passed—before the bubbles appeared again. 

p.sunghoon: i got to talk to you, didn’t i?

your heart skipped in your chest. not romantic, not sweeping, not anything that should matter… but awareness that this felt wrong, and to an extent it probably was wrong—but it’s not like the two of you were doing anything aside from talking, right?

your fingertips hovered above your keyboard, stomach pulling tight. dragging your bottom lip between your teeth, you thought of a reply that could come off as neutral. 

yn.ln: you give me too much credit lol

p.sunghoon: guess so. 

p. sunghoon: coming to heeseung’s party tmrw?

p.sunghoon: heeseung is the guy in jersey num 01 btw

you pursed your lips, sucking the inside of your cheek as you stared at the messages. a party… jay hadn’t mentioned it yet—but jay would want you there. his girlfriend, on his arm, at his friend’s party. 

yn.ln: ohh i remember himm.

yn.ln: i’ll ask jay!! wld be awkward going without someone i know

you rolled on your stomach, legs swinging in the air.

p.sunghoon: well we can get to know each other

p.sunghoon: then i can be the other person you know

you chuckled softly, tapping your index on your lips before replying,

yn.ln: let’s see :p 

then, you tossed your phone onto the pillow, buried your face, and groaned into the sheets—a muffled, frustrated sound because this felt messy already and you hadn’t even done anything bad.

rolling over for the nth time of the night, you hugged your pillow and stared at the ceiling again, breathing out slowly like maybe if you exhaled long enough, you could convince yourself that this wasn’t as big of a deal as you were making it inside your head.

later, just before bed, you’d ask jay about the party. you’d go with him, hold his hand, stay close, and be good—and be there because you wanted to know the people in jay’s life.

totally not because someone had asked you first.

——

the music thumped—deep, heavy bass vibrated through the walls, the floor, your ribs. coloured lights strobed across a sea of bodies, cups raised, laughter spilling louder everywhere you went.

jay’s hand was warm at your lower back as you stepped inside. he’d kissed your temple before you walked in and said, "you're so perfect. gosh, can’t believe you’re my girlfriend,” in that sweet, earnest way that always made your heart skipped joyfully. 

“come, let’s greet heeseung first,” jay leaned in, murmuring in your ear as he guided you towards the living room—where most boys (and girls) were gathered. you nodded, letting yourself melt into his side as he steered you through the crowd—arm instinctively looping around his middle, the clean scent of his cologne filling up your nose.

the living room was alive—boys yelling over some game, girls cheering, people dancing and swaying at the sides. jay fit into it all effortlessly—but in a good way, so easy and loved and respected. 

and you were right there next to him, jay’s pretty, smart, proper, lovely little girlfriend, tucked perfectly against him like you belonged—his world, afterall. 

jay spotted heeseung across the room first. “ah, there he is,” his hand squeezed you waist softly. “ready?” 

you nodded, jittering nervously. 

and then, in the corner of your eye, you saw him.

park sunghoon.

leaning against the arm of the couch, cup in hand, body half–turned to you—until you looked, and he instantly looked right back. as if he could sense your eyes on him. 

sunghoon’s lip curled into a small smile, but he didn’t nod. just a flick of his gaze—deliberate—travelling from your kitten heels, up your bare legs, the curve of your hips and breasts, lingering at your neckline where you wore a necklace of your first initial, before meeting your eyes with a subtle acknowledgement, like a secret. 

like a secret.

your breath caught in your lungs—just for a second—heat skimmed your skin. you felt so self–conscious, not in the insecure way, but in a way where you’re aware. you swallowed, turning fully back to jay as he waved and called out heeseung’s name, grounding yourself in the warm firmness of his hold. 

you loved jay, you really did. 

and yet…

“hey,” sunghoon said softly, leaning against the countertop where you were just getting yourself a can of soda. one hand in his pocket, the other holding his cup lazily. 

you blinked, then smiled, hooking your finger into the tab and pulled it back, letting out the short and sharp hiss of the gas. “oh, hi sunghoon,” you hummed, turning your body his way so you were facing him. 

sunghoon huffed a laugh, a small one, “you made it.” his gaze swept over you again, quickly, but not quick or subtle enough to pretend it didn't happen. you shrugged, sipping your soda through the straw.”mmhm, i told you i’d ask jay.”

sunghoon nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line momentarily before he smiled. “you look nice. silver looks really good on you, don’t they?” your brows listed slightly, amused. glancing down at your dress, you suppressed a smile, biting the inside of your cheek.

“you think so?”

sunghoon’s eyes flicked down your figure again—properly taking you in now that there was a reason to. “yeah,” he said, voice low like the compliment was meant just for you. “i do.”

you felt a flutter in your stomach—the sharp pinch of attention you weren’t supposed to enjoy. 

fiddling with your straw, a soft laugh slipping out. “you… look nice too, i guess. for a pair of jeans and white shirt.” you teased. his jaw ticked, barely, like he was trying not to show how much the words pleased him. or maybe irritated him.

with sunghoon it was hard to tell; everything he felt passed like shadows under water, there and gone before you could name it.

“you guess,” he echoed, leaning one shoulder against the counter, head dipping closer. “i complimented you, said you’re pretty ‘n all, and all i get is a you guess?” sunghoon feigned offense, raising an eyebrow like he’s curious. 

you giggled, shaking your head. you rolled your eyes playfully, circling the soda can in your hand. “hey—that’s good enough,” you shrugged, pressing the straw between your lips. “and you said i look nice, not that i’m pretty.”

sunghoon scoffed playfully, the corner of his lip turned into a smirk. “a pretty girl like you don’t need to be told that you’re pretty, yn,” he hummed, taking a sip of his drink as he watched you through the rim. 

“you know that better than anyone else.” 

huh, weird—it’s not the alcohol but something tighter, hotter, wrong in a way that pulls you forward like gravity. you blinked at him, throat doing that useless little swallow. “you’re just saying anythin’ now,” you hmph–ed, shaking your head.

sunghoon’s brows lifted in the smallest, laziest arc, like he was amused you thought he was saying anything unusual. he dipped his head toward you, voice calm, steady, too confident for how casual it should be. 

“why not?”

a beat.

“you are pretty.”

there it was again—that thrumming pulse, that quiet guilt slithering along your ribs. “okay well,” you murmured, keeping your gaze on him. “now you’re just milking it.”

sunghoon chuckled, his pretty canines flashing through. “well,” he murmured, swirling the liquid in his cup lazily, “before you accuse me of milking it—” he smirked, “you’d have to be spoiled first.”

your mouth parted in outrage—confusion, or something warm and electric you didn’t want to acknowledge. “did you just—” you whispered, half–laughing, half–aghast, “that’s not even—that didn’t even make sense!” 

you giggled, and sunghoon just watched. so pretty—how did jay bag someone like you? gosh, he should’ve met you earlier. 

“well, whatever you say,” your giggled died down, straw pressed against the corner of your mouth as you sipped again, still looking at him through your lashes you swore you weren’t fluttering on purpose.

your gaze flicked toward the living room—where your boyfriend’s laugh carried faintly over music and shouts. “oh,” you cleared your throat, placing your empty can on the counter. “think i should go now, i left jay alone for too long.”

sunghoon hummed, nodding as he watched you. “right,” he said, lips curving slow. at least you weren’t leaving him because of the way he was. “yeah, wouldn’t want him to get worried.” 

you nodded with a shrug, already turning your body halfway when sunghoon called you out, 

“see you around, then.” 

you looked back against your shoulder, offering him a smile as you lightly waved your hand. “see you around, sunghoon.” 

his eyes dipped, watching as you disappeared between the bodies of people. 

baby steps.

——

you and sunghoon’s friendship was… strange. too light to call it anything, but too charged to call it innocent. 

it was harmless, really! you and jay were still together, still held hands and smiled and he still brought you flowers, and you still melted every time he kissed your forehead. 

but there was also… space where sunghoon existed—it’s soft and subtle and it threaded through your days before you realised he’d already made a place there.

it’s just little moments, but those little moments were big.

“oh gosh, it’s so sunny,” you hissed, covering the sunlight with your hand in front of you. jay was laughing with his friends, too busy recounting a play to notice your discomfort. this was like the first time ever that jay was unattentive, but you just let it pass since they’d just won their latest match, with your boyfriend being the valuable player.

let him have his moment.

sunghoon next to you, however, noticed. he didn’t say anything at first, just watched you tilt your forehead, lashes fluttering against the glare. his gaze flicked upward, catching something you couldn’t see.

“hold still,” he murmured. before you could ask, he leaned in. sunghoon’s hand lifted—not to block the sun, though part of his shadow fell over your face anyway—but to gently brush something from your hair. 

a tiny petal clung to his fingertip before drifting away on the breeze. 

his fingers didn’t leave right away.

they lingered from your hair, down to tuck a strand behind your ear. his thumb ghosted your cheekbone, like he was checking just how far he could go before you pulled away. 

you didn’t.

you breath caught, just for a second, a fragile heartbeat suspended between you. his eyes stayed on your face. finally, he dropped his hand, shifting slightly on the picnic mat so he absorbed most of the sun. 

“better?” he asked softly. you swallowed, forcing a tiny, shy smile. “mmhm.. just bright…”

“oh—crap, sorry baby,” jay’s voice cut in, warm and full of genuine concern. you turned just in time to see him breaking the conversation, already tugging off his cap. “sorry baby,” he apologised again. 

before you could tell him it’s okay—he leaned down to settle the cap gently over your hair, adjusting the brim with his fingers so your hair wouldn’t get messy. 

“there,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone—so close to where sunghoon was just grazing. “don’t want my girl burning up.”

you laughed softly, cheeks warming as you leaned in toward his shoulder shyly. “so cheesy,” you murmured, pressing your cheek against his forearm. 

sunshine bright, golden affection.

at the corner of your eyes, you saw sunghoon’s gaze slide back to you before he looked away, a small scoff escaped his lips as he shook his head. 

it wasn’t just that.

another day, after a dinner together with his friends, jay excused himself to the restroom, leaving you and just a few others outside the restaurant. it’d gotten chilly these past few days, and you cussed yourself for not wearing something warmer. 

you shifted your weight, exhaling a shaky breath that left a cloud in the air. 

“cold?” 

you hadn’t even noticed sunghoon watching you until his voice cut through the chatter. he stood slightly apart from the group, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. you blinked, caught. “what? nah, i’m fine,” 

a thin puff of white lip left your lips. 

sunghoon’s brow lifted just a little, one corner of his mouth tugging into a teasing smirk at your stubbornness. “yn, you’re shivering,” he chuckled, ruffling the back of his head. 

you shook your head again, but you were hugging yourself and that was already proof that you were lying. with no hesitation, suddenly his varsity jacket was draping over yours. heavy, warm, smelled so strongly of him—of sunghoon, one of your boyfriend’s bestfriend.

“sunghoon—” you started, holding the collar with awkward fingers, heat prickling up your neck. “you don’t have to—”

“i know,” he cut in simply, hands sliding back into his pockets like nothing happened. “just take it.” 

he shrugged lightly, eyes returning to the street. “just don’t get sick,” his gaze slid to you again, lingering just long enough. with a raise of his hands, sunghoon buttoned the top buttons of his jacket. “jay would feel awful.” 

you nodded, pursing your lips. “yeah, he would.”

——

you should’ve woken jay up and left when you felt your boyfriend’s head slowly drooping on your shoulder. heeseung sat on the floor with a pillow, already halfway gone, blinking slower and slower between scenes. 

sunghoon lounged on the other end of the couch, next to you, his legs rested atop of the coffee table. stretched back, black tee, fingers absentmindedly tapping the armrest. 

and you? 

you were indulging the movie. some romcom from 2004 about a girl navigating her way in the city, and a boy who wants to leave the city—you weren’t aware of the quiet and the closeness. 

at some point, jay’s head landed softly against your shoulder, his hands resting on the pillow on his lap. your heart warmed instinctively, and you adjusted the blanket over him just a little—out of muscle memory of love.

suddenly—breathless moans, bare skin, tangled limbs on screen.

“oh my god—” you gasped, too loud and sharp in the room. your hand flew to your pillow where you brought it up against your face, covering it. your other hand fumbled the remote where you smacked pause, making the audio cut mid–whimper.

jay stirred, but didn’t wake.

you could feel the heat rushing to your face, ears, everywhere, mortified. 

“what?” sunghoon murmured, voice low and almost confused, eyes on you rather than the frozen image on the screen. it didn’t help that the actor was obviously on top of the actress.

you shook your head. “nothing, nothing, just um—” your tongue felt clumsy, the silence pressed, soft breath of two sleeping boys, and the sharp awareness of the one awake beside you. 

raising a brow, sunghoon glanced at the screen, then back to you—before finally realising what was up. “ahhh,” he breathed, barely above a whisper, full of knowing. your cheeks burned, fingers tightening around the cushion, shoulders tensing. 

“stop,” you muffled, even though he hadn’t said anything else yet. 

“i didn’t say anything,” he chuckled, leaning back again. but his eyes didn’t leave your face. they stayed on you—amused. you swallowed, toes curling the sofa fabric. 

sunghoon’s grin widened as he propped his elbow on the backrest and his chin on the heel of his palm, now facing you. “are you getting shy over a sex scene?” he teased, tilting his head slightly. 

“you have a boyfriend, yn, don’t tell me a little sex movie makes you flustered.” he finished, voice dipping just low enough. 

slowly, you pulled the cushion away, shooting him a warning glare that was more like a kitten glare to him. “i’m not shy, i—i just didn’t expect that scene, okay?” you waved a hand helplessly at the paused screen, “it’s different watching it.”

sunghoon blinked slowly, eyebrows furrowed as he processed your phrasing. “...watching it…?

you nodded, rolling your eyes. “like—when it’s not theoretical, or—whatever.”

a beat of silence.

then, sunghoon’s lips parted, breath catching in a tiny laugh that slid right down your spine. 

“you mean,” he said softly, leaning closer like a predator humoring prey that hadn’t yet realised it was cornered. “when you haven’t done it yet?” 

you froze. 

your throat worked and nothing came out—you’re not good at lying.

you whispered, barely breathing, “...i wouldn’t know.” 

sunghoon still. then, slower than hunger, his head tilted and his lashes lowered. “right,” he murmured, gaze locked on your mouth. the room didn’t feel like a living room anymore. two boys slept inches away, but it felt like just the two of you breathing. 

“aren’t you curious?” 

you swallowed, pulse fluttering. “i mean… isn’t everyone?” you whispered, eyes fixed somewhere near his collarbone instead of his eyes. “at one point of their life? it’s not like i—” you exhaled, glancing briefly at jay’s hands on his lap. “it’s everything… and i respect his choice.”

sunghoon’s brows lifted. “his choice,” he tasted the words at the tip of his tongue. “and yours?” 

you blinked at him, “mine?” 

“you respect his,” he leaned just enough that your knees brushed against each other. “but what about you? anyone ever asked you what you want?” 

you breath caught, you shifted on your seat, pulling your legs closer to your chest. “that’s not—” you murmured, eyes dropping to sunghoon’s hand playing with the drawstring of his sweats. “i don’t… i don’t want to do anything wrong.”

sunghoon smiled faintly, like he’s coaxing a kitten from under the table. 

“wrong?” he echoed, “yn, i’m not talking about… cheating.” he shrugged, brushing the cushion by your knee. “i’m asking if you ever think about learning. understanding, not because you were lacking—” his gaze flicked down to the bobbed in your throat, “but because you’re curious. you deserve to know your body, not just wait for someone else to figure out first.” 

your heart skipped.

holy shit.

then sunghoon continued, “there are ways to… explore. to feel without crossing lines you don’t want to cross.” 

you stared at your boyfriend’s friend, helpless and burning, brain blank except for the pounding rhythm of your heart, and the heat slowly pooling in your stomach. 

“...what are you saying?”

sunghoon’s smiled curled, his fingers pinching and releasing his locks. “i’m saying," he murmured. “you respect him. that’s why you don’t do anything.”

he breathed a soft scoff at the thought—a girl like you existed, perfect in all edges, and yet jay couldn’t give you that one thing you probably wanted in a relationship. his eyes cut toward jay sleeping by your side, before returning to you.

“but if you’re holding back for him…” he leaned in just a fraction, and your pussy twitched—you swore you felt your panties getting wet. 

“...what’s stopping you from learning with someone who isn’t asking you to wait?”

your lips parted, breath shaky. 

“with me, it doesn’t have to mean anything.”

lies.

“hngh, mhh,” you whimpered against his lips—sunghoon pressed his lips against yours, muffling your little moans and whimpers and mewls, one hand sliding down your tummy and beneath your panties. 

he slipped his tongue inside yours, tangling and twirling and dancing with your tongue, breath warm and heaty. his rough hand grazed your clit, just airy and barely there bit it elicited a hitched sound from you. 

using two fingers to stroke and rub your clit in circular motion, sunghoon dipped his fingers between your labia where he scooped your juice to lather over your cunt. “you’re so wet,” sunghoon murmured, nipping at your earshell. 

you shifted on his lap, throwing your head back against his chest, heart shuddering where his hand rubbed your wet pussy. “fuck,” he breathed, feeling his painfully aching cock pressed between your asscheeks. 

“are you wet for me, baby?” he continued, licking the curved shell before kissing your concha. you nodded pathetically, both hands holding sunghoon’s other hand that rested on your tummy, anchoring yourself down on his lap.

the way he worked with your cunt left you breathless, fingertip grazing and flicking the little pea, ring and middle fingers dipping just at the entrance where it teased—contemplating if you deserve to be fingered or not. 

“d—don’t tease me, sunghoon,” you gasped softly arching your back, which made your ass pressed harder on sunghoon’s bulge. the boy hissed, nipping at the soft skin just below your jaw. “no baby,” he murmured warmly. 

again, sunghoon dipped the second crease of his ring inside your pussy, teasing. “call me hoonie and i’ll finger you,” he continued, lapping his tongue on the spot he’d just bitten. you let out a soft moan, squeezing his hand. 

nodding, you wanted to rock and buck your hips against his palm, but not sure if that was the right thing to do, so you opted to let sunghoon take the lead. “hoonie, hoonie, please?” you pleaded adorably, just the way sunghoon liked it.

with a light chuckle, continuing a little rubbing on your pussy, sunghoon slid one finger inside your cunt, already making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “hngh,” your body responded nicely, back arching as sunghoon began pumping his finger in and out.

just one and he’s got you folded like origami? 

“baby, relax,” he whispered, one hand (still being gripped by your hands) moved to lift your top, letting it rest above your collarbone. sunghoon hooked one finger underneath your bra as he pulled it up, your pretty tits bouncing lewdly. 

running his thumb over one perky nipple, it distracted you enough for him to slide another finger in, two fingers already stuffing his tight cunt full. “oh, oh god, hngh—” you whimpered like a kitten, fingers curling around his palm. 

sunghoon began moving his fingers to his knuckles, in and out, back and forth, biting his bottom lip at the faint wet noises from your slickness coating his fingers. instinctively, you started rocking your hips against his palm, burying his fingers deeper inside.

“fuck, your pussy’s gripping my fingers,” he moaned as you grinded on his cock. sunghoon didn’t know if that was on purpose, but fuck that felt good. his fingers made a scissoring motion inside of you, stretching you good and nice for something bigger—his desperate, throbbing cock. 

leaving a hickey just behind your ear, sunghoon then curled his fingers inside of you, pressing against your gummy soft spot. you whimper a broken moan, head tipping back against his chest. “hoonie, oh there,” you breathed out, guts twisting in your tummy. “right there, please, feels s’good there,” 

knowing you were close, sunghoon picked up his pace, fingers started thrusting into you faster and faster, pressing the spot harder as his thumb circled your clit mercilessly, you were making a mess out of his hand, wetting your pants. 

his other hand tugged on your nipple where he rolled the bud between his fingerpads, pinching and flicking with his index. “oh shit, hngh, think ‘m cumming, mhh,” you cried out softly, the pressure building up inside of you. 

the orgasm hit—you arched your back and squirted on sunghoon’s hand, legs shaking and trembling in sunghoon’s lap. “mh—oh hoonie, ah,” sunghoon gave your pussy a couple more pumping, helping you ride out your high.

once you’ve weakened on him, he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, your pussy twitched and clamping around nothing—the sudden emptiness. he brought his hand to his mouth and licked it clean—just his ring finger. 

then, he brought his middle, the one that’s still coated with your squirt and juice over to your lips, where he parted them. “taste yourself baby,” he murmured, slipping his finger inside your mouth where you sucked on it.

you rolled your tongue around his finger, bobbing your head—and god if it weren’t for the situation and the place the two of you were going to fuck, sunghoon would definitely make you suck his cock sloppy.

but your boyfriend and heeseung were sleeping just a few feet away—and as much as sunghoon fucking loved—and loved to fuck you—he also loved his position in the team. 

besides, there’s always next time.

this wasn’t going to be the last time sunghoon fucked you.

“take out my cock, baby,” he hissed, pulling both your pants and panties down. you shivered at the cold air that made contact with your puffy, wet pussy, shivering under his touch. sunghoon was desperate, there’s a wet patch on his grey sweats from his precum, and he couldn’t be bothered with the foreplay but fuck—

it’s you.

his girl—but you didn’t know that yet—that’s going to get her cherry popped by him. so of course he needed to treat you gently. full of love—prove that he’s better than your boyfriend.

nodding, you backed a little to settle his clothed tent just in front of your pussy. lifting yourself up a little to pull down sunghoon’s sweats and boxes, your eyes widened as his throbbing, angry, needy cock sprung out, slapping your cunt. 

precum oozed and trailed down from the tip along the side and it looked scary—scary at how that thing will be stretching and pounding your pussy. you swallowed the lump in your throat, heart thumping. “h—hoonie, you’re so…” 

sunghoon chuckled, one hand still toying with your nipple. “yeah, baby,” he groaned, his cock twitching. “i’m gonna mold your insides to the shape of my cock.” he teased, using his free hand to guide your soft hands, making you wrapped your them around his shaft.

it’s so… textured, and so big. “jerk me off a little, baby,” he murmured against your ear where he once again, rolled his tongue around the curve. “pump me a little, make him feel good.” 

you nodded obediently, beginning to stroke it. behind you, sunghoon’s breath hitched, you’re lathering his precum around his cock, and using it as lube to make it more slippery. but that wasn’t enough—”spit on it, babe.” 

you gathered a blob of saliva in your mouth, letting it fall past your lips as the warm thick liquid landed straight on the head, before it dripped down along your knuckles. “ahh, fuck, so warm,” he rasped, bucking your hips slowly to your grip.

you’re feeling confident at his reaction—you felt good. pumping his cock up and down, up and down, you gave it occasional squeezes where it’s soft, eliciting a rough moan from his chest. his heavy breathing reverberates against your back as your stroked him from the base up to the head.

“feels good, hoonie?” you bit down your lower lip, picking up your pace, his veins dragged against your soft palms. sunghoon nodded pathetically and eagerly, using both hands to fondle your tits like stressballs. “so fucking good, baby just do your thing,”

god, that boosted your ego. you pressed your thumbpad against the tip, rolling around where he’s sensitive. sunghoon bucked his hips instinctively. “there, fuck, there babe,” he breathed out, thrusting into your grip. languid strokes filled the living room, wet and sloshy. 

you played around the mushroom head, twirling your thumb, while the other hand stroked him back and forth. sunghoon felt it building up—as he quickened his pace, one last stroke of your hand made him ejaculate, shooting ropes of cum over your knuckles. 

“fuckkkkk,” he hissed, as quiet as he could and his balls pumped cum, squeezing your tits like he’s holding himself sane. you let out a soft gasp, this was the first time you’d ever seen a guy cumming up close. 

sunghoon tipped his head back as you released your grip around his dick, letting it fall limply and tapping against your pussy. slowly, you looked back over your shoulder. “hoonie… now what?” you murmured so softly and so cutely, sunghoon felt his cock twitch again. 

his spine straightened as he leaned forward, pressing his back against you. “what do you wanna do baby?” his lips ghosted over your lips. “tell your hoonie.” he continued, pecking your lips. heat rushed to your face as you bit down your bottom lip. 

“i… want your cock inside my pussy,” you whispered shyly, leaning to take his lips in yours. sunghoon grinned, “whatever you want.” he wrapped his hand around his cock to guide it to your pussy, teasingly rubbing the wet head between your pussy lips.

you moan softly, whimpering, “you’re such a tease,” the sensation was not the ideal amount of friction, but teasing felt so good—like the rising action before the climax. sunghoon chuckled, watching as his head collected and mixed with your juices. 

“if you let me fuck you like a boyfriend, i’ll fuck you stupid,” he murmured into your ear, teasing you as he slipped in the head, then pulled out. you couldn’t take it anymore—nodding and turning your head to kiss sunghoon on the lips, you were about to do just anything to lose your virginity tonight.

“mmhm—mmhm, please, you can be my boyfriend hoonie,” you pleaded, grinding your pussy along his cock. fuck—that was all that sunghoon’s ever wanted to hear. he’s done playing the side bitch for the last two months. 

grabbing ahold of your hip, sunghoon’s cockhead pushed past your entrance where it stretched her again. 

“hah—!” you half–whispered, half–gasped, feeling sunghoon’s cock slowly getting buried deeper, and deeper until the curve of your ass made contact with his pelvis. “my fucking goood,” he whined, letting it still for you to adjust yourself, walls clenching at the sudden fullness. “so tight, baby, holy shit,” 

you knew he was big, but fuck did he grow inside? you should’ve seen this coming the second his cock sprung out of his sweats.

“i’ll let you move first, baby,” he nipped your jaw, one hand circling your pussy to help you loosened, the other fondling your tit. fuck sunghoon loved your boobs. “don’t wanna hurt my pretty girl,” 

you nodded, slowly began grinding back and forth, stirring your hips in circle. “s’big hoonie,” you whimpered, going in all directions. the pace of your grinding gradually picked up as sunghoon started rocking his hips too in short and deep thrusts.

he shifted in his seat, sitting up right and comfortably. then, his hands slid under your things, fingers curling possessively as he lifted you easily, guiding you higher on his lap. 

sunghoon began thrusting his cock back and forth, in and out of your wet pussy. so wet it slipped back in perfectly with no resistance. “ah fuck,” he rasped, laboured breathing at your back combined with the wet sounds connecting from where your skins met.

he hefted up your legs, almost pushing them to either side of your head, but your flexibility could only go so far. sunghoon drove into you at a pace, balls slapping wetly against your cunt with every thrust. 

you moaned, playing with your own tits as you tried muffling your moans with one hand. this new angle allowed sunghoon to reach and hit deeper inside, knocking on your cervix that it jerked your body upward. 

it also just hit you that you were displayed so erotically in front of your sleeping boyfriend and his friend. the second jay fluttered his eyes open—he’d instantly be greeted with the sight of his girlfriend being fucked reverse cowgirl by his own bestfriend.

alcohol couldn’t even be blamed. 

“harder, hoonie, deeper,” you drooled, tits bouncing with each pound of sunghoon’s cock. sunghoon obeyed, picking up his pace, his cock was barely seen before it disappeared again, engulfed by your needy pussy. 

“shit, i love you so much,” he confessed, licking your saliva that slipped at the corner of your lip. it’s disgusting, but it’s you, so who gave a fuck, really?

sunghoon was pounding into you so hard it felt like he was going to tear your body apart. your g–spot was being stimulated with every graze of his cock. while he felt like his cock was going to burst if you kept clenching and gripping around it like a vice. 

his grip on yours was like iron, not letting you move an inch as he did all the work—slamming his cock deep inside you that you swore he was trying to rearrange your guts.

“oh my god, oh god,” you cried out, arching your back as you tipped your head on sunghoon shoulder. his speed increased, and rapidly reaching at a pace he didn’t know existed. “you’re gonna cum baby?” he hummed, mixed with panting and heavy breathing as he kissed your temple.

you nodded, the air was being fucked out of your lungs that it’s hard to even form a simple yes—you squeezed your eyes shut, eyelids fluttering with each time sunghoon’s cock pistoned into you.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum too,” he hissed almost painfully, your walls spasmed around him unforgivingly as you rode out your second orgasm. sunghoon’s hips began to stutter, and so were his grip on your thighs. 

“uh huh, hoonie, please, please, cum inside—are you going to cum inside me?”

sunghoon cocked a brow, before a chuckle left his lips. “yn baby,” he licked a long stride of your cheek. “if i give you a creampie, you’ll get knocked up with my baby,” he groaned softly at the thought, slamming his cock. 

“smart girls like you should know that we should get married first.”

gosh—you weren’t in your right mind anymore. it was as if sunghoon’s cock had messily scattered all the knowledge inside your brain, he truly was fucking you dumb and stupid. 

the tip of his cock kissed your cervix—and with one brutal slam that knocked the air out of your lungs, sunghoon immediately hefted you up, his cock sprung out wobbly and almost instantly, shot out a second round of cum ropes on your tummy.

decorating your pussy with thick white semen, you let out a gush of wetness on sunghoon’s pelvis—your moans being muffled by sunghoon’s hand. he knew you would let out the sexiest sound known to man, but he couldn’t risk you being caught and humiliated. 

your legs trembled as sunghoon milked every drop out of his pulsing cock. twitching as they softened on your cunt. 

chests heaving and exhausted, you collapsed on sunghoon’s chest. he gently let go of your legs, settling you between his legs as his cock pressed against your bag. “oh my god,” you panted, resting your head against sunghoon’s chest.

he pulled down your shirt before wrapping his arms around your waist, lifting you up slightly closer. nuzzling into the warmth of the crook of your neck, sunghoon gently kissed your skin, rubbing circles on your tummy. 

“how’s that. baby?” he hummed, getting all giddy and jittery. you lolled your head lazily, holding his hands that rested on your stomach. “feels s’good…” you mumbled, slowly feeling your eyelids growing heavier. 

sunghoon kissed your cheek with a soft mwah—”don’t sleep on me yet,” he murmured, lips grazing your flesh. “still gotta get my girlfriend cleaned up.” 

in front of you, jay groaned softly, getting comfortable on the sofa—still not awakened.

Now, Shiu Kong must have known what he was walking into.

He must have-

Or at least one would think—hell, Shiu himself had assumed so and mentally prepared himself for about fifteen minutes outside the barn house before walking inside to tell the two of you to keep it down (those sensitive horse hybrids were complaining!) But he had never expected- fuck. This was all that damned Kusakabe’s fault.

It’d been about two months since Fushiguro Toji was added to his farmyard roster. Ever since his supposed ‘best friend’ had gone and dumped the proud bull hybrid on Shiu’s otherwise idyllic farm. It was meant to be temporary - just a few days watching over him until Kusakabe returned from a Hybrid Farms Convention in Tokyo. Meant to be…

But he was bigger than the rest. Broader. Gruffer. With pierced ears and the sleekest black coat on his lower half. 

So Toji had drawn gazes - one of which being from you, his most prized cow hybrid, specifically.

And Shiu couldn’t have that.

Especially not given the fact that you were the sweetest, softest thing…oh, alright you were his favorite. A part of him almost expected that having a prime bull hybrid around so many unmated cow hybrids would be nothing but trouble. But he just didn’t expect Toji to go after his favorite- anyone but you.

Thus he’d spared no expense keeping the two of you apart. 

Yet in the end it hadn’t mattered how many padlocks (twenty, at the last count) or planks that Shiu had fastened on Toji’s separate enclosure—because a padlock is only as good as it’s locked. And only three days into Toji’s stay, he’d forgotten to lock that damned thing before leaving the farm on an errand- was about halfway out of town by the time that he’d remembered. 

And turned that truck around in the middle of the highway.

Of course, by the time that Shiu actually arrived at the farm and thrown those barn house doors open - much like he had done tonight - the two of you were already tangled up n’ mated. With you humming delightedly into Toji’s neck—bite marks down every inch of it. The creamy scent of pheromones wafting out of the barn house and saturating the farmyard air.

And Toji himself hadn’t spared you an ounce of mercy.

As teeth marks were indented all along your supple skin; especially ‘round each areola of yours which Toji pinched. Letting milk flood out of Shiu’s beloved cow hybrid. Looking straight at him.

Fuck.

Shiu remembers it as clear as day.

Did he mention that he was rock-fucking-hard then? He probably shouldn’t have mentioned that…

Because it only makes him think about how hard he was right now, too. 

He was staring at a vision that was quite similar: Toji was ramming into you like there was no tomorrow- so fast that he’s only seeing the blur of his angry cock and the smack-smack-smacking of skin-on-skin. Except this time you were on all fours.

So Shiu was given the perfect view of your pretty tail swishing from side-to-side. Only growing more agitated as Toji grows faster.

The farmer watches as Toji’s hand wraps around your tail and drags you backwards- so disrespectful. A few more bite marks. A few more shakes of your pretty thighs - he gets the sense that you’d be collapsing onto the floor if Toji wasn’t helping hold you up. And once again Shiu’s struck by just how pliable you are underneath the other man.

“C’mon now-” Toji grunts. “Giddy up. Almost there.”

You’re shaking even harder. Your skin was glistening with sweat. Your eyes dazedly drift towards the other man - and he knows by that glint in your eyes- he knows it. 

He knows that you’re about to cum.

And you’re throwing your head back with what he assumes to be a moan announcing your crescendo—“Shi- oh.”

Oh.

Were you about to…?

Oh fucking-

And Shiu considers himself an intellectual man - he really does. He’s usually quick with his quips and isn’t the most inerudite of the rowdy bunch down at the bars; but this…this leaves his brain blue-screening and his mouth hanging stupidly open. Almost in a mirror of yours.

He can only stand and watch - cock throbbing in his denim overalls - as you’re tremblin’ all between Toji’s harsh thrusts. The way he fucks you is rude—as if the sound of the other man’s name on your lips almost spurs him on further.

He had to remind you who your mate was, after all.

You’re growing limp once your wave of bliss is completely bated. And it’s with a deafening slurp! that Toji himself finishes.

Polishin’ off what Shiu assumes to be your sweetest inside with his long, clingy ropes of cum- so much so that he’s seeing a ring of white start to formulate around Toji’s length. Lucky fucker. Shiu’s mouth goes dry as Toji pins your hips to the hay-littered ground and fucks and fucks his cum into you ruthlessly.

After a few prolonged minutes, he finally sets your waist free and lets your body droop onto the floor completely.

And between pants, Toji manages to whisper- “What the fuck?” Though his keen senses had already picked up on the fact that the farmer had intruded on your little…rut session, it’s only now that Toji’s finally turning.

The veins on his neck popping and prominent. Eyes greener than the brightest field - narrowed. It was as if he was finally seeing the farmer as more than simple amusement or some guy to poke ‘round with his horns sometimes - a challenge.

Was it just Shiu or were Toji’s horns looking extra sharp tonight? 

“And remember that.” Shiu speaks with courage that he did not have—to hell with not biting the hand that feeds. Shiu might’ve been the farmer but he was less than a pigsty in Toji’s eyes. Or so he felt. “Next time your pretty girl cums, she’ll be saying my name.”

Toji doesn’t even pull out of you before he snipes- “Next time you say shit like that, they’ll carry you out in a wheelbarrow.”

“And replace me?” Shiu snorts. “You think she’d milk for anyone else?”

“Pig-”

You, pointedly, kept your mouth shut to avoid saying anything more inflammatory.

And you best believe that he’s stepping back from those barn house doors as soon as he could - what was that he said about considering himself an intellectual man? He’s letting the doors slam behind him and waiting for a moment outside until he hears the two of you start it up again—those horse hybrids and their beauty sleep be damned.

With that said, Shiu takes a deep breath and heads back to his farmhouse.

The time was 12:28AM and he spends the next hour rubbin’ his cock raw to the memory of you almost moaning his name.

.

.

.

“…What did you just say to me?” And something must’ve shown in Shiu’s tone, because his friend groans from the other end of the line—‘oh, c’mon man-’

And never in his life has he let out a louder sigh. Pointed, too.

Because here Shiu was carrying on his early morning duties - ensuring herd checks and watering some of the trees, just going into the barn house to do some milking - when he gets a phone call—and from who else? Kusakabe Atsuya himself.

Now, Shiu has long since gotten used to dreading Kusakabe’s phone calls. The man’s his best friend, but a phone call from him was never bound to end well - he’s the entire reason he has a massive bull hybrid mated with you in the first place. So needless to say it didn’t start off on the right foot. But then the words left his mouth—

“-Tokyo Hybrid Farm Convention-”

And Shiu almost ended the call then and there. 

But Kusakabe must’ve had an inkling. Because he yelped out a few pleas- “Wait wait wait wait- please, I promise you’re going to want to hear this.”

And Shiu had no choice but to groan and comply. At least hear the man out. “Alright, but you better be quick. The cow hybrids need to be milked before noon.”

“Oh please- you and I both know that you’re just impatient to see your ‘pretty girl’, yeah?” Kusakabe hurries before his best friend loses his patience. “Anyways—hear me out- there’s a Hybrid Farm Convention in Tokyo-”

“I’m not-”

“And this time it’s for the hybrids.” Kusakabe cuts him off. Then basks in Shiu’s stunned silence for a few seconds, “And I know I ended up dumping Toji on you for a few days…and eventually…permanently, but let me make it up to you by getting him a new hoof-trimming chute. And maybe while I’m there I can even get him fitted for a new bull ring.”

Shiu rubs his chin in thoughtfulness. “I have been meaning to get him a larger one…”

“Then it’s settled.” Kusakabe says gleefully. “I’ll get you the ring and take Toji off your hands for a day.”

“Can’t it be a few days?” Shiu grumbles.

“No way, man. He’s all yours- consider me the babysitter.” 

“Whatever- better than nothing.” 

“So I’ll pick him up in an hour or two, yeah?” Kusakabe affirms, and from the other end of the line Shiu can hear some shuffling. A truck door slamming. “I’ll have him back to you around midnight.”

“Take your time.”

And with just a few more words shared, Shiu’s ending the call. He stands at the door to the barn house in a way far too reminiscent of the night before—and from here he can see you nuzzlin’ up to Toji for warmth as the early morning sunlight creeps into your hay-scattered abode. It really was a heartwarming sight, the two of you - if only Toji wasn’t glaring at him as if he wanted to trample over him.

However, this time, Shiu was the one with the upper hand. “Guess what, hotshot?” He goads at the bull hybrid, and it works to make his ol’ golden nose ring huff. “You’re going to be going on a little field trip today.”

Toji scoffs and rests his chin on your head.

“Oh no- I’m afraid this one’s going to be a bachelor’s trip.” The most wicked smile twitches at his lips. He watches Toji’s brows furrow and his front legs start to kick at the ground as if about to charge. “You’ll be going to the Hybrid Farm Convention in Tokyo with your old pal Kusakabe, isn’t that exciting?”

The look on Toji’s face was ‘most certainly not’.

“Then we can replace that old-fashioned ring of yours with a new one. Make that ugly mug a little more handsome, hm?”

“My ass is more handsome than you.”

“Real mature.” Shiu shakes his head as Toji flips him off and struts away outside—his midnight-black hair gleams under the morning sun, and the muscles of his upper half are almost Herculean. Shiu follows your gaze to the bull hybrid. 

With a fond chuckle, the farmer then walks over to you and runs his fingers across your scalp. Reaching that one spot he knew you loved so much- scratching behind your hybrid ears. “I don’t know how you put up with him, pretty girlie.”

“He’s really not that bad once you get to know him.” You’re softly nuzzling into him.

Shiu shudders as he thinks back to last night. “Yeah, well I think I know him a little too- hey, are you feeling a little warm?”

“Hmmm?” Absent-mindedly you’re humming.

“I’m serious, girl.” Shiu’s brows furrow- and he’s taking his hand off of your scalp to feel the temperature on your forehead. “I think you’re a little warm.”

Eyes closed, you’re only pushing against him- yearning for his touch. And Shiu tries not to think about that too hard. “I was just in the sun, Shiu.”

“Yeah but…” Now that he thinks about it- you were particularly touchy today—almost needy. And he’s sure he wasn’t imagining the scent of soft sweet cream that lingered in the barn house today. Although that wouldn’t make sense - cow hybrids were prone to one heat cycle a month, for about a week give or take.

And you’d just finished your cycle two weeks ago…Shiu would know.

He hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep those past few days. And as if that wasn’t bad enough- immediately after your heat, Toji’s rut had started up. 

The farmer turns his head and looks at the little homemade calendar hung up at the end of the barn. It contained all the dates of the hybrids’ heats and ruts and when he might expect them next—and not to brag, but it had a 97% accuracy rate. The 3% was when Toji wanted to piss him off and somehow manage to draw his rut out a little longer.

But according to that- you should be in the all-clear. He furrows his brows at the color-coded green zone. What can he say? Shiu Kong liked pretty things, okay?

Aforementioned Shiu Kong looks at you. “Maybe…hm, maybe it’s just a little fever, pretty girl. That brute must’ve worn you out.” You’re shyly bumping your shoulder into him, and he runs his hand across your body. “Now then I need you to get some rest, okay? Go sleep and I’ll bring over your breakfast- oh.” Just then, his hand dips up to the swell of your chest where your tits were. “And I’ll milk you tomorrow depending on how you’re feeling, does that sound good?”

Almost dazedly, you’re nodding with a smile. “Mmm s’good, Shiu.”

A thrill zips down his spine - he ignores it. “G-good. Go on now.” And right before he himself leaves the barn house, Shiu says. “And do try to convince Toji that it’d be good for him to get a new ring. The fool doesn’t realize the power he has in emptying Kusakabe’s pockets.”

Shiu gently closes the door to head back to his duties.

He flips Toji off behind his back.

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At 12:21PM on the dot (Kusakabe said he’d be here half an hour ago) his best friend’s truck is parked in his vast farmland. And Shiu helps Toji into a hybrid trailer—he could have just gone in the passenger-side seat, but Shiu didn’t trust Toji one bit to not just open the door and jump out. Perhaps even outrun that truck at the first instance of missing you.

Honestly, he might just do the same with the trailer too…

But Shiu doesn’t tell Kusakabe this - instead he’s letting the man load his prized bull hybrid. And then clapping him on the shoulder, “Alright- he’s your problem now.”

“Just for today.” Kusakabe rolls his eyes. “A day longer and he might just drive the truck himself getting back to his mate.”

He whispers, “…I wouldn’t count on him not to do that today, either.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” Shiu amends. Looking at the huffing n’ puffing Toji inside the trailer, arms crossed. “Just that he’s a romantic.”

“That he is.” Kusakabe tips his hat and waves himself off. “Alright- midnight, yeah?”

“Like I said- take your time.” He says, eagerly- perhaps a little too eagerly.

The other man gets into the truck and slams the door shut - the force causes that hunk of rusted metal to wobble and creak, like an old man’s laugh. Shiu gets the sense that the entire world seemed to be laughing at him at that moment—including his best friend. Was he really that obvious? 

Shiu walks up to Kusakabe’s window and leans against it. “What the hell are you laughing at?”

“Oh- nothing.” Kusakabe has the audacity to wipe off a mirthful tear. “Just that it reminds me of back then. Bet you’re really happy to have some alone time with your pretty girl, huh?”

“You say that like it’s been ages since Toji’s been here.” Shiu scoffs. “She’s known me longer- probably still likes me better too. You know she only lets me-”

“-milk her.” Kusakabe interrupts. Amusement on his features at the familiar words, “Yeah yeah. You’ve said it once before, man. Or maybe twice. Thrice. Fifteen times-”

“Whatever, man.”

Shiu kicks off the side of Kusakabe’s truck and gives it a customary slap on the bonnet. 

“Drive safe. Even if you get stranded this time, I’m not coming to pick you up.”

“What a friend.” Kusakabe starts pulling the truck ahead and calls out as he goes. “Take care of the pretty girl when her mate’s not around~”

“You know I will.”

And as he watches the truck pull away with Toji inside the trailer—the bull hybrid lets out a mournful sound. It’s as Shiu feels a soft head rest against him that he realizes you’d joined him in the farewell; longingly watching your mate be hauled off. 

“It’s just for the convention, pretty girl.” Shiu mutters to you. He reaches to scratch behind your hybrid ears but- the faint heat radiating off you makes him pause. “Is…it just me or has your fever gotten worse?”

“Mmm, dunno.” You murmur thickly. You push deeper against his body and Shiu’s suddenly hit with a lingering scent of dairy and fresh flowers, presumably from last night.

“If this gets any worse then we might have to pay a visit to Dr. Shoko…”

Fervently, you’re shaking your head. 

Although you liked the cool and composed otter hybrid, Dr. Shoko, actually visiting the doctor was another thing. And so Shiu let it slide - for now - as he advised you to stay out of the sunlight and get some more rest—he’ll bring some cool drinks over after he’s done tending to the horse hybrids’ hair.

Shiu watches as you totter off into the barn house once more.

He’ll have to keep a close eye on you…

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3:18PM

The farmdog hybrids were particularly energetic today - Shiu spent just about two hours straight neglecting his tractor maintenance to throw frisbees with them. Ah, to hell with that old thing. Maybe next time he’ll accompany Kusakabe to those Tokyo conventions and see if they have discounts on tractors. 

Although he knows he shouldn’t have been so careless - but you can’t blame a farmer for letting loose! Especially not when - usually - whenever he did this sort of thing—it’d only end up with Fushiguro Toji trampling all over the frisbee for the sake of it.

Especially not when it’s exactly what got him to notice the state of you in the first place.

Shiu had thrown the frisbee too far. It had landed somewhere by the pond, and Shiu didn’t want Ino getting his coat all muddied again- so he told the canine hybrid to stay put as he himself trudged through all the vegetation and too-soft earth. Ah…remind him to unweed this mess sometime soon. Spike rushes stuck to his boots, and water lilies waded towards him as the farmer determinedly made his way to the frisbee. 

Just bending down to get it when-

Letting out softly—“Oh.”

When Shiu spots your curled-up self on the side of the pond bank—all cocooned amongst the lush vegetation like a little treasure just for him. He tries to shake that thought out of his mind.

You startle awake once he steps on a twig attempting to get nearer to the frisbee- “Easy there.” His deep tone soothes you. “Easy. Easy. It’s just me.” You’re following the voice and settling down once you recognize him. “What’re you doing here, pretty girl?” 

“Just resting.” You respond. Now that you were sure there wasn’t any danger, you’re settling back down into your comfortable position. “The water helps keep me cool, y’know?”

“That pesky fever’s still bothering you?” Shiu reaches down to measure the temperature on your forehead - and sure as day, he’s feeling the heat simmering. If he wasn’t mistaken—it was just a tad hotter than what he remembered it to be when saying goodbye to Toji. “Hm…it doesn’t seem to be getting better on its own. How about a visit to Shoko’s?”

“Shiu…” You whine.

“Now now, missy.” He tuts. “I need you to be healthy- not only would Toji kill me otherwise, but I wouldn’t forgive myself either.”

“I’m feeling fine…really. It’s just a little hot.” You insist. “Today’s been really hot- I promise m’gonna feel better once the sun goes down.”

“Hmmm. Alright.” Though Shiu still didn’t seem all that convinced. “But you won’t cool off with water just by looking at it.” 

“What do you-”

But those words are getting stuffed back into your throat once Shiu takes a little run-up and throws himself into the pond. Creating a resounding splash! and sending a wave of water into the air—like translucent sun-glittered frogs that take a soaring leap and land on you. 

You’re yelping as the cool water lands on you- “Shiu—! You little-”

And then jumping in after him.

He throws his head back and lets out a deep, joyous laugh. And if he smelled the soft fragrance of honey suckle and fresh cream…then he imagines some of the other cow hybrids are ready for milking again.

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6:21PM

Shiu wasn’t celebrating—honestly.

Even he wasn’t that tactless.

It’s just that it was a little quiet without Fushiguro Toji around to cause trouble with the other hybrids, or with any guests, or with Shiu…or with practically anyone that wasn’t you. He wondered whether you realized the sheer extent of his special treatment. Which was why he decided to spoil the lot of you - especially you - today.

And for this Shiu’s apples were amongst the most famed in these parts - he hears they went for thousands of yen each in Tokyo. Lush and luxurious. Like biting into a piece of heaven—he knew that the hybrids were particularly covetous of this rare luxury. And luckily for him, they’d just been harvested today. 

So why not give you lot a little treat?

Those stingy middle-men would be here to load up the apples tomorrow morning; so before that he herded his hybrids to the picturesque orchard. Where the apple trees embraced the groves from either side, the tops of their branches nearly winding into the sunset-painted clouds and pulled them back, and beneath them lay crates upon crates of apples like treasure pots at the ends of rainbows. Those apples seemed to gleam even brighter as the sun dipped beneath the horizon; gilded. 

And Shiu kept his hands on his hips, a proud smile on his face, as he watched over the hybrids picking apples and digging through crates. All except for…

“Where’s…”

Brows furrowed- Shiu turns around and spots you slumped against the wooden entrance to the orchard. Those towering pillars were intertwined with vines, and amongst them you looked like the prettiest rose. 

“Something wrong, my girl?” He walks towards you, handsome features pinched in concern. Immediately, Shiu’s hand goes up to feel your temperature once more. “Fuck-” And almost as soon as it makes contact with your forehead, he’s pulling away—

“Shiu…”

“You’re burning up- pretty girl, why didn’t you tell me that it’d become this bad?” He hisses. And then he’s reaching down to gently clasp your hand. Those caramel-brown eyes of his are just so soft…“C’mon- lets get you to Shoko’s before she’s off—”

Yet oh-so-stubbornly you’re shaking your head. “Promise m’okay, Shiu.”

“But-”

“It’s not a fever.” And the hairs on his body stand on end at those words. If not a fever, could this be…“I think it must be the heat or something- that and Toji did wear me out a little last night.”

His jaw clenches. “I’m sure. But I still think it would be good to go for a check-up.”

You’re averting your gaze from his. “I’m alright. Trust me.”

And though Shiu was clearly displeased by this turn of events—how could he ever say no to his favorite girl? It was almost embarrassing how easily he’s bending to your will- and letting out a sigh he attempts to make sound annoyed rather than fond. “Oh, alright…but at least try one of the apples. I’m sure they’d be good for you.”

“Of course-” Then you take a step - and the faint dizziness that’d accompanied your fever makes you nearly fall into Shiu’s chest. Thankfully the farmer catches you easily with his scarred palms darting to your waist, his broad arms wrapping around your body- and the tips of his fingers graze where your tail starts.

And both of your breaths hitch-

“Hey boss- can we dig into the pears too or are those off limits?” Ino’s blissfully oblivious tone shatters whatever strange atmosphere had seemed to concentrate between you two.

And you both jump backwards as if electrocuted.

“The uh- the what-” Shiu whirls around at the farm dog hybrid, “Not a chance. Don’t even think about touching those.”

“…Oops.”

“Those are ¥5000 a pear-” He pinches his nosebridge and groans- as his most trusted dog hybrid scampers off with an armful of pears. As he does so, Ino’s dropping one on the grass that Shiu’s bending down to pick up. Wiping off the non-existent dust on his denim overall, Shiu pulls a pocket knife out and cuts a clean slice of pear in mere seconds.

Calm and controlled.

Somehow, just seeing how competent he was with it made something at the pit of your stomach- twinge.

Before you know it, Shiu’s holding the tempting slice out to you. “Eat.” When you look at him in hesitation, he chuckles handsomely. “They’re about to raid the pears anyway, so you might as well eat.”

And so you do - he watches every minute expression of yours as you bite into it. That glimmer in your eyes. That smile.

Fuck…

Chomping on the luxurious fruit, you’re soon raising your nose into the air and sniffing.

Shiu raises a brow, “Something wrong? It’s not rotten, is it?”

You shake your head and continue sniffing. “No, it’s just…” Your ears twitch towards him- and he finds it so cute how they move almost all on their own. “Something smells good.”

“The pear?” 

“No.” Shaking your head once more—the way you look at him then is just…different. “Like apples. And caramel. And honeysuckle.”

Shiu scratches behind his neck. “Well, I don’t know about the caramel- but we are in an apple orchard.” Gesturing at the sprawling land. “Help yourself.”

You smile and rub yourself against him lightly, soon joining your friends.

This was proving to be quite the strange day- fuck, were you getting hotter?

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11:59PM

“I should have taken you to Shoko’s in the morning—”

This is all Shiu’s fault.

This is all Shiu’s fault.

But to understand just how badly he’d messed up, one would have to rewind the clock to about two minutes and twenty seconds ago; it’d been a long day at the farm. Exhaustibly so. Even more so than usual, Shiu was dead-tired—it was practically subconscious the way in which he’d scrubbed himself clean and slipped into his favorite pair of pajamas (the ones with the cows and barns on them). 

And he’d just - just - sat himself down on the creaky sofa in front of the TV, to get in at least five minutes of his favorite cheesy soap operas before he zonked out before it…when the front door started rattling.

Wait…rattling?

Knocking.

Shiu sighed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he heaved himself to a stand- “Yeah, yeah m’coming…don’t break the damn door down.” He’d at least expected Kusakabe to give him a call before he returned and started trying to leave him doorless- but ah. 

Shiu was grumbling a few choice words underneath his breath as he swung the front door and screen open. Only to be met with—

“Pretty girl?” In split-seconds, every ounce of sleepiness leaves Shiu as he darts to hold your faintish body. Your head was drooped, and your breaths were coming out rapid. You were supported by only some of the other cow hybrids. Immediately his hand is flying to your waist, and he’s throwing one of your arms around his shoulders- before giving up on any inhibitions and pulling you into a proper princess carry.

A worried Ino and the others trailed after. “The cow hybrids let me know that there was something wrong, boss. So I brought her here.”

“Good thinking. Thank you.” Shiu just barely has the thought to murmur. He hurries to sprawl you out across where you would be most comfortable: his bed. “We need to contact Dr. Shoko immediately.”

“It’s not her time of heat yet, right?” Ino asks from the doorway. Behind him were some of the other members of the barn house looking in concern.

“No.” Shiu shakes his head. He glances up and sees the commotion- “It might be a fever, or maybe it was too hot out? I don’t know—fuck, I should’ve just taken her in the morning when she first told me.”

“Should I get the truck ready now, boss?”

“Sure. But I don’t want to move her much right now- poor thing.” Shiu looks on sadly at the way you’re gripping his soft pillows and smushing them to your face—breathing them in. “I’ll call Shoko and see if there’s anything we can do from here-” Reaching over to his bedside cabinet and picking up the phone, “You guys get some sleep, and I’ll let you know if anything happens.”

“You’ve got it.” Ino nods- and then he’s herding the rest of the barn outside. 

In this little bubble of his bedroom, this little nook of the farm which smelled like fresh cream and honeysuckle, and had the air of sluggish mornings that made one’s eyes droop; it was just you and Shiu and the ringing tone of Shoko’s clinic.

Ringing once.

Ringing twice.

It cuts and Shiu’s trying Shoko’s personal number this time. She picks up almost instantly- “Hello?”

“I’m not going to ask about the integrity of your sleep schedule, but I need your help-”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

And as Shiu lists off your symptoms - the clamminess, the rapid heartbeat, the puffs of pheromones now filling up his bedroom, and more importantly…the wetness between your thighs (he wasn’t a lecher- he promises, it just-so-happened that Dr. Shoko had asked him to double check as part of your symptoms) - he himself starts to get an understanding of your diagnosis. You were in heat. But-

“But wasn’t her heat just two weeks ago?” There’s a shuffling of papers on the other end of the line as Shiu realizes Shoko must’ve gone through your file at home. “And she isn’t known for having any irregular heats.”

“Could this possibly be triggered by something external?” Shiu asks.

“It is possible.” She answers. “Have there been any changes to her environment? Something that may trigger a stress response in her?”

“Well, just today I had Toji go out with my friend to a convention- could it possibly be the distance?” He suddenly feels a drop of guilt at possibly being connected to why you feel this way.

“Hmm, I don’t believe so. Mating bonds are of the nature to be most volatile in close distances, rather than when they’re apart.” She hums thoughtfully. “You said that her mate was away today, right? And this started just today? Have there been any…other changes?”

Shiu raises a brow. “Other?”

And he can’t see her, but he gets the feeling that had they been in her office- then Shoko would have her fingers crossed and a grave expression on her face. “Yes. Has she been close with any other hybrid on the farm? Perhaps nuzzling up to them? Perhaps giving off her scent?”

The tips of Shiu’s fingers, clutching the phone, feel utterly numb. “…Yes.” Him.

“Well then. I believe the matter is quite simple, Mr. Shiu.” Tell him. “It is a strange phenomenon in which the hybrid seems to have two mates.”

“…” He can’t quite seem to close his mouth. “What?”

“Precisely.” Shoko speaks as if merely commenting on the nice weather or a particularly good football goal.

“B-but—” Shiu clutches the phone and tries to keep his volume from rising so as not to awaken you - you’d fallen asleep wrapped in his sheets now. Nose stuffed into the fabrics coated with his natural musk. “I thought hybrids mated for life? With only one-”

“Most often, yes. But there are rare cases in which a hybrid might find themselves connected to two others, or even three. Sometimes these connections may be latent and only make themselves known when triggered by a heat or time apart from her original mate.” His jaw just keeps dropping. “And it seems that in your cow hybrid’s case, in the absence of one mate she found her second mate’s connection activated. This is likely what caused her to go into heat.”

“So it’s official-” He begs. “She’s in heat now-”

“Yes, and I suggest you just let her do what needs to be done with her second mate in order to get it out of her system, otherwise she may feel rejected.”

And it seems that the conversation was coming to a close- for there was a note of epiphany in her words. But before Shoko could end the call, he questions once more. “And about the…double mate thing- does that also mean that the second mate is mated to the original mate?”

There’s a pause.

“Well, I suppose that’s up to you, Mr. Shiu.”

Wait how did she—

And then she ends the call.

Shiu holds numbly onto the phone for a few seconds - the silence felt deafening. Before a sudden stirring makes him dart his eyes over towards you. 

Like an angel.

Your face was half-pushed into one of Shiu’s pillows - also patterned with cows and barns - and that blanket of his had twisted ‘round your body like a snake now—clammy with your sweat. Your fingers were clawing at the old creaky mattress, and your knees were pushing higher, and between them were- oh.

Were another one of his pillows.

And fuck- he’s never felt more jealous of an inanimate object in his entire life.

You were reeling your hips back—thrusting them forwards again- grinding down on the pillow. Wetness was seeping between those pretty, shiverin’ legs of yours and staining the cover. From here he could see a dark splotch starting to stain the silken fabric - smelling like the sweetest honey scent.

And it makes his mouth water.

“Baby- baby…” Shiu lovingly pats your leg, dawning you completely awake. He could see now that you were in the throes of your heat - but those eyes of yours were completely alert. “I need you to get comfortable, okay? This is gonna last about a week.”

“I’m in heat?” You blink. “Dr. Shoko said you’re my mate, Shiu.”

“So you heard that, huh?” He lightly chuckles. “Just know that we don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to. Heats don’t necessarily affect humans-”

“Then why’re you so hard?” Though that tone of yours was utterly innocent - the look in your eyes wasn’t. You knew what you were doing to him—and you’re only hiking up the temperature between the two of you as you’re leaning in. 

On wobbly arms, you’re pushing yourself up n’ leaning in so close-

Oh, how he’s dreamed of this exact scenario so many nights before. In this very bed. With his hand wrapped around his cock.

And Shiu knows he’s talking out of his ass - it’s the inhibitions taking over now…“You’ve got me there- but what about Toji-”

“Isn’t he your mate, too?”

And then your lips are on his.

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Fushiguro Toji feels a disturbance in the force.

He can’t quite explain it- it’s nothing that he’s seen or even something that he’s felt. Nothing tangible to give reason to this madness. It’s just that something was…off. Kusakabe notices the hybrid squirming in his seat - yes, it seems that he trusted the bull hybrid enough to let him ride shotgun - and turns on the radio.

Just Toji’s luck, it was Scotty Doesn’t Know by Lustra.

“Turn it off.” Toji scoffs and crosses his arms.

“Why? Remind you of a certain someone~?” Kusakabe asks in-between singing at the top of his lungs.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

And even though Toji is merely looking at the smaller man- he shrinks into his seat. Did he mention he’d sharpened his horns for today? Kusakabe whimper, “O-oh nothing…nothing, just that ah- the lyrics might be a little reminiscent of ah-”

And Toji was even more infuriated because of that nagging sensation- that strange…fuck. “Spit it out.”

Kusakabe lets out a squeal and looks as though he utterly regretted letting the hybrid sit next to him. “J-just the fact that Shiu mayormaynothaveacrushonyourmate—” It’s out before Toji could even register it. “Pleasedon’tkillme-”

“If I kill you who’s driving?” Toji had now unbuckled his seatbelt despite Kusakabe’s protests. Snooping around the truck and trying to trace that little- scent? “What is that infernal- fuck. And I already know that farmer’s got a thing for her - though I’d pay for him to actually try. Would love to see his face as she rejects him.”

“Really? Because she was looking all cute and cuddly and a little feverish this morning.”

“What.”

And then it hits him—that scent. Fresh cream and sunny days and honey-

You were in heat.

“Fucker, step on it.”

Kusakabe whirls towards him. “What-” But before he can finish, Toji’s grabbing onto the steering wheel and damn-near crashing them on the highway as he speeds ahead.

The radio trills: ‘I can’t believe he’s so trustin’.

While I’m right behind you thrusting.’

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“Mmm—” Shiu’s lips are hot and persistent- letting off the most sensual mwahs! as he continues the pattern down the side of your neck.

Listen, Shiu Kong might not be a hybrid like you, but if he kept his nose pressed against your sultry skin then he could almost feel it—those pheromones. 

It was wafting off your skin like an atmosphere that was entirely your own, a gravitational pull constantly tugging him closer; the sweetened scent of honey and freshly-whipped cream. It made him blush. It went straight down to his cock.

Fuck that- it was taking over him.

A guttural groan rips out of Shiu’s chest- he kisses a pathway down the middle of your body until he’s reaching your core. Once he does, he gives the hottest wettest kiss of all to your cunt—“Oh, baby. Lean back a bit f’me, yeah?”

And then he’s pressing an open palm on top of your stomach. Pressing you to recline on the bed.

“Good girl.” Shiu rumbles. Low. “Now squeeze those pretty legs around my head- yeah, just like that. Tighter.”

“Tighter than that n’ you’ll suffocate.” You gasp.

“What about it?”

Using his own strong arms - so fucking beefy from years of work at the farm - Shiu wraps your thighs around his sweaty head. His sharp, straight hair tickles your inner thighs; so much so that the farmer has to tell you to settle down. “Easy there- eeeeasy there, girlie. I’ll make you feel good during your heat.”

“I’m not a damn horse.” You huff.

“Yeah, because you’re gonna be the one riding, huh?”

The gasp that flutters its way up to your throat doesn’t get the chance to escape- because the question on Shiu’s tongue curls around your cunt. He’s letting the squashy end of his tongue dip between your swollen pussylips—giving you a loooong lick where you were most tender. Those cushiony tastebuds of his were massaging you already- and the way he’s twisting his tongue so deliciously as he enters—

“Oh.” You’re arching off the mattress, thighs plastering to the side of his face. And yet your pussy’s openin’ up for him so invitingly. “Keep going, Shiu…”

“Had no plans of stopping soon.” Gurgling wetly between your legs.

His tongue was just so soft and smooth.

The way he’s adjusting it in and out makes your mouth just water. In and out. In and out. Shiu notices that every time he hooked his tongue around the outer rim of your entrance made your pheromones surge. Fuck—that heat of yours was affecting him, too, and leaving him sippin’ on your pussy like an aphrodisiac.

Lavish lips plastering aaaaall over again and again- “Mmmm, my pretty cow hybrid. No idea how I lasted this long without this.” Breathing through his nose - he didn’t want to waste a single second of this. His usually-deep timbre shakes with pleading desire. “And what can this do?”

You’re squealing once you feel thick fingers curl around your tail. “That’s my tail…”

“I already know that, pretty girl.” Shiu shakes his head fondly - as though you’d been the one to say something ridiculous. And in-between lapping away at your leaking pussy, he tugs softly on your tail in order to bring you closer. “But what can it do-”

“Well she likes getting it pulled during doggy position.” 

Both of you would have recognized that voice amongst a thousand bull hybrids - ten thousand. That stature. That scent of freshly-cut grass and something deeper…something more alluring.

“And sometimes if you bite it she starts clenching like crazy.” 

Fuck.

Because neither of you had heard the door click open - except maybe in what felt like a distant dream. Something worlds away.

You’re feeling a sense of déjà vu. 

Shiu’s feeling cold sweat breaking out as he realizes that he hadn’t actually locked the door. In fact. 

Whoever had opened it must be gripping it so hard that its oak frame was starting to splinter-

Both of you experience a pang at the pit of your stomach- a draw. And Shiu gapes as he looks down at himself—what the fuck was that…? He’s looking up at Fushiguro Toji standing in the doorframe with the same shocked expression.

“The hell do you think you’re doing with my girl?” Toji spits, scarred lips twisted.

“Listen, man-”

“You’re not going to make her cum eating her out like that.”

“I…what?”

Toji manages to make Shiu shut up. This must surely be a dream? And it’s just about enough time for the other man to cross the distance between the door and the bed - kicking it shut behind him - and make himself quite at home on the bed. The mattress creaks under the weight of the hybrid; and you yourself are letting out a soft moan. 

He sits beside where you were sprawled-out, facing Shiu.

“You see…my pretty girl here-”

Shiu mutters underneath this breath. “Fuckin’ stealing my pet name too, now?”

But Toji has the courtesy to ignore it - for now. “-has a certain set of rules she needs to follow.” 

At this, the other man’s brows raise in interest. Satisfied at the attention; Toji himself traces his dominant right hand over your stomach, your hips, before lowering down to your cunt and holding those puffy pussylips of yours open. Pushing them apart. Pryin’ them apart. 

Both men gulp at the way you’re clenching around nothing.

“See…she might look all innocent and sweet- but she’s a proper little slut.” The words almost make Shiu flinch - and the bull hybrid takes great care repeating them. “Your…pretty girl is a proper- little- slut. And I know that she likes being fucked like one.”

And before either of you can make a move - Toji’s swiftly craning his head down and spitting a great glob of saliva on your cunt.

It trickles over your exterior and smears along your inner thighs- and Toji takes his sweet, sweet relish in swipin’ off some of that excess and popping it into his mouth. “So?” Toji asks. “Eat her out.”

Eat…Toji’s own mate out? Like this?

“What?” Toji has the audacity to look shocked. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been eyeing her- don’t act like you haven’t been fantasizing it. You’ve wanted her even before I arrived at this damn farm.”

Shiu’s lips tremble- he almost wants to because hell, he’s been given the permission now. And yet…“Is this some sort of trick? You’re not gonna use those horns on me afterward, are you?”

“No, not at all.” The other man replies - almost too breezily. He raises his brows at Shiu expectantly. And stares deep into Shiu’s eyes as he says. “So? The fuck are you waiting for-”

Those mere words make Shiu’s cock stand painfully erect.

However, there’s a reason they claimed that Fushiguro Toji was a ruthless man. 

Because humans always did move far too slowly for the bull hybrid’s liking. And he wastes not a second more before pawin’ at the back of Shiu’s sweaty scalp - taking just a moment to bask in the utter shock upon his features - and shoving—

Straight between your pretty, pretty thighs.

Which he honestly didn’t have to do because—well fuck, you didn’t have to ask Shiu twice to eat you out. Shiu lets out a strangled grunt that turns into a moan. 

And without further ado, he’s back latched onto your pussy- those handsome cheeks of his hollowing out as he sucks n’ sucks. And you don’t know whether he was doing this for you or himself. 

Shiu ate you out like he was going to die of thirst if he didn’t.

“Fuck-” He hisses. With every movement of his face, he nuzzles himself closer. “Fuck fuck fuck—more.”

Syrupy breath sticking against your pussylips. 

And his tongue was even worse-

“My pretty girl. More.”

He’s slithering it aaaaaaaall along your outer cunt - lapping up every wad of slick you were gifting him - and then rubbing his textured tastebuds along your exterior when it just wasn’t enough. Because your cunt was practically an aphrodisiac for him.

It’s as if the heat was contagious.

Because the longer he’s spending between those gorgeous legs of yours - the more he’s blabbering like a damn fool. The murkier his eyes are growing. The harder and harder his hips are coming crashing—! down on the rickety wooden frame of the bed—pathetically dry-humping it in time with the thrashes of his tongue. Slipping right between your velvety folds and yearnin’ to taste the honey between.

That thick silkiness of his tongue was just dizzying.

He was cleaning up the mess that Toji’d made earlier—tasting him, tasting you. Shiu’s face grows warm as he remembers.

That dextrous tip of his tongue delves between your pussylips - entering that cute hole - and is lapping up everything you’re giving him. “Babydoll, fuck my mouth even deeper.” Needing more. “Even deeper.”

“F-fuck- shit, shit shit.” You’re trilling out. “You’re practically nose-deep. How can you possibly go any deeper?”

With a needy whimper, you’re letting your hybrid tail swish towards him - and without further ado Shiu takes it and wraps his fist around it. Giving a gentle tug. Fuck.

And when he actually discovers that he’s able to manhandle you further onto his mouth with that tail of yours- nothing’s stopping Shiu from increasing his strength to give you a mean haul. “Mmm- yes- oh, Shiu. It feels so good, Shiu—!”

“But not good enough, right?” Toji speaks over you, in a haughty tone.

Your hybrid ears twitch in confusion.

And before you know it, you’re feeling the sensation of Shiu’s slithering tongue disappear. 

You whine out in disappointment. And you already know that that mate of yours must have something to do with it-

Sure as day; Toji has his fist gripping Shiu’s jet-black hair and reeling him back. The other man obviously had his face twisted into something ferocious, and the tension made the atmosphere pinch. But underneath that…there was an undercurrent of sweetness…the mottling of Toji’s gleeful pheromones mixing with his lustful ones.

And Shiu’s, too.

And if you weren’t mistaken- was that a faint blush on the tips of his ears?

It seems that Toji notices, too. “See anything to blush about here?” Then his eyes dip down to you. “Oh…right. Heh.” Leaning in oh-so-closely to the other man; Toji whispers in a gravelly tone into his ear. “But if you stand around blushing and bein’ a wuss for too long, then just know that she’s not gonna wait. She’s gonna dry up~”

He spits once more.

So disrespectful.

And then turns down to Shiu and warns. “Don’t eat her out just yet. Rule number one…” Your heartbeat races as he speaks those familiar words - Fushiguro Toji never was one to care for rules…unless it was in bed. “No running.”

“I’d never run from this pussy.” Shiu frowns.

“Not you, nitwit.” Mercilessly, he’s planting a smack at the back of the farmer’s head. “Her. Don’t let her run.”

Seemingly getting the green light to start up his sensual ministrations again- Shiu slowly starts lapping between your pussylips once more. Proddin’ his thickened tip into the deep orifice of your cunt. “B-but she’s not-”

“Look.” Toji interrupts. Just as you were starting to buck and lift your hips off the sodden mattress. “Look at the way she’s moving ‘round.”

“But that’s just-”

“But this pretty cow hybrid is in heat—and you can’t just leave her uncomfortable like this, can you?” Those dazed eyes of Shiu Kong’s open wider. He faintly nods. “So aren’t you the farmer?”

He nods again - looking as though he was about to faint.

“So herd your damn cow hybrids- c’mon- don’t let her run—” Spurred on even further by his words, Shiu’s plunging back in-between your legs and usin’ his tongue for his life.

Opening his mouth wiiiiiide to make sure that he’s able to reach every nook and cranny—the end of his tongue was just so dexterous and somehow managing to slip into spots you hadn’t even known you had. “O-ohhhh, fuuuuck-” Moans just keep bubbling out of your lips. “It feels so good, Shiu-”

And just when it looked as if you were about to buck—Shiu grabs ahold of your hips- so hard that he leaves neat semi-crescent nail marks on your skin. Plopping you back down onto the bed.

Plopping you back down onto his face.

From then onwards, he doesn’t let you move a single inch as he’s thrashin’ away his fat tongue inside your cunt. Stretching that pussy out to his textured tastebuds. 

And Toji had been watching the entire display closely…very closely. With his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. “Good.” His head threatens to tip backwards as he gives a harsh tug on his thickened length. “And now rule number two: squeeze those gorgeous legs around your head. Doesn’t matter if you suffocate.”

“That- that’s what I said—” Shiu keens.

“Then why’re you speaking?”

Goosebumps run down Shiu’s arched spine. “Oh…”

“A cunt like hers isn’t to be taken for granted.” Toji tuts from above you, and you can’t help but ogle the way his biceps bulge as he pushes down Shiu’s head. “Deeper.” Harder. “Deeper. Don’t waste time talking. Don’t waste time gawking like an idiot. In fact-”

His heated words make goosebumps scatter across your open thighs.

And you whimper-

“-don’t even breathe.”

They’re both driving you absolutely mad—

Toji catches your left ear between his fingers- as it’s been swatting furiously away the more aroused you grew. So soft beneath his touch.

He uses it to urge your mouth down to where his lap was.

“Rule number three…let her fuck back into you- but only if she really…really deserves it.”

“Make the pretty girl work for it?” Shiu looks up.

Toji displays a priggish smirk. “Now you’re getting the hang of it.”

And you don’t know what sort of expression Shiu might have on his handsome face right now - he was much too…preoccupied for that - but you can sense him nod. Short and sharp. As he keeps on lavishin’ your insides with his tongue; the farmer makes note of just how hard you’re clenching around him. “C’mon, pretty girl—” He pushes down your bucking hips. “Clench a little harder ‘round my tongue, would ya?”

“O-oh, now you’re just mean.”

“It’s what you deserve.” Toji chuckles. “Don’t think I can’t smell your pheromones gettin’ even sweeter- you’re loving this.”

You have no counter accusation - it was, after all, painfully true. And then Toji caresses your sweaty scalp with his thick digits—grabbing ahold of the back of your neck. “Now…lets see if you can be a good girl for me, too.”

An acrid sort of sweetness floods your mouth - because in mere sultry moments Toji has his legs positioned so that they’re practically straddling your face. On the mattress; he’s kneeling to the side of your head and letting his pursed, pinkened cocktip swab across your lips.

He’s rock-hard.

Instantly your jaw’s falling open to accommodate him.

And believe- that there was a lot to be accommodating. For Toji was so many countless inches, thick and decorated in a prominent network of veins across every inch of him. They zigzagged across each of his angles n’ ended up being the most prominent where your sweet spots were—Toji meant it when he said he was made for you.

He had a scruff of jet-black happy trail. He was an angry red at his tip. He was dripping precum.

It puckered out from the divot on top of his shaft—then ended up smeeeeared down the insides of your soft mouth. “Fuuuuck…” Toji himself whispers as he eases in. The bedsprings purr as Shiu bucks against the bed harder.

And before you know it, he’s reaching upwards and biting down on your throbbing clit. “Don’t forget about me, pretty girl. You’re not getting off easy. Rule number three, remember?”

“I—oh.” Shiu’s putting his fingers in now - fingers. Two of them. Long and perfectly calloused from years of hard labor to now massage your tender insides.

Both men are manhandling you oh-so-perfectly: Shiu dragging you down by your tail- and Toji using both hands to maneuver your head down. Letting you take up numerous inches of him. Thick and throbbing.

That rounded end of his shaft hits the back of your throat and you’re immediately coughing-

“Easy there.” Toji lovingly croons…“Not.” And you didn’t expect mercy, did you? Soon enough both of them are running their bodies ragged trying to draw out the most reactions from you—Toji fucking his cock into your suckling mouth, and Shiu hooking a finger not against the roof of your cunt to press on your nerve-filled spots- to make you clench. “C’mon- milk me. You can do better.”

“C’mon, little cow hybrid.” Shiu titters. His digits prove so effective in stretchin’ out your insides even more so than his tongue—and those tastebuds of his remain tickling your clit. “Won’t you squeeze me a little harder?”

“She can’t answer.” Toji laughs. “Got her mouth a little full.”

“Bull got her tongue.”

“Mmmm…” With that said, Toji’s flooding your tastebuds with a thick lacquer of his precum. He increases his pace a little more.

“Just a little harder-” Meanwhilst, Shiu whispers to himself as he keeps probing your sweet, sweet insides. “Just a little- a little—” And at precisely that moment; he’s hitting the bullseye. What else but the place marked X: your g-spot? “O-oh.” 

He damn near cums in his pants.

“Just like that.” Shiu continues. “Fuck back into my fingers. I know you can, girlie.”

“Accomplished rule number three already?” Toji asks the other man. “Yer nicer than me- I know that for sure.”

“What can I say? She’s my favorite.”

After a few more thrusts n’ bucks n’ smashes at your favorite spot - you don’t think you can even formulate a coherent thought. You’re being tugged back and forth by both men—and they aren’t showing any signs of slowing down soon enough. “The fourth and fifth rules are a little alike…” Toji rumbles from above you. “The fourth, of course, is to get ready.”

“Get ready?” Shiu asks. Though by the way he feels the heat in the room - your pheromones - flare up, he’s sure you’re anticipating whatever it is.

“And the fifth is to…” The end of that sentence teeters on the edge of Toji’s tongue as he reels his hips back, back, back, baaaaack- “-take it all like a good girl.” 

And that’s exactly what you’re doing.

Letting the entire length of Toji’s cock fill your mouth from tip to base- his fleshy cockhead searches your insides like a flashlight. It’s almost too pornographic the way you’re choking on his length—gagging, eyes watering. 

To which of course, your beloved mate reaches down to pinch your nostrils closed. “Now now…are you the one in heat or am I?”

“Mmmpf- mmm—” You keen. Moans bubbling from the back of your throat but having no way out.

“Oi- I think she’s close.” Shiu breathes.

He could taste it in the sweet treacly syrup leaking out of you - his favorite. He could taste it in the way your cunt walls were pounding faster than ever. He could fucking smell it in those pheromones of yours that just seemed to flare to life-

“S’that so?” Toji asks. “And that brings me to our sixth and final rule: if she wants something, then she can use her words to ask for it.”

“Hardass.” Shiu scoffs.

But they’re both increasing their pace. For competition or simply to drive you mad?

The sloppiest squelches and pops! fill the room—and Shiu watches as your tail starts twitching agitatedly once the pleasure almost gets too much. Oh his pretty cow hybrid. Once you’re so close that you feel like you could burst- “Toji, she’s close—”

“Then ask for it.” Toji keeps shovelling his cock deeper. Deeper. “Fucking ask for it, doll.”

“Toji-”

Slamming into your throat with a final thwack! His balls were damn near leaving an imprint on your chin. “You can ask the farmer to help you with your heat- but you can’t ask me to make you cum…?”

“She did.”

The tension in the room falters - but never bates - as Toji turns to look at the other man. “What?”

“She did-” Shiu hastens to explain. “Ask to cum, that is…” And as if to prove his point—he’s plummeting a few more pushes with his fingers, scissoring them inside you so that those slurping suctioning noises are extra loud. “-right here.”

Toji waits for a beat.

Before he lets out a little snicker.

Before he lets out an entire laugh-

“Maybe you’re not so bad- for you, that is.” And then he’s boring his forest fire gaze down at you. “Hear that? Yer damn lucky that you’re the farmer’s favorite—hah, better thank him.” Toji’s then tugging your ear to watch you squirm just a little.

He lets out a final few thrusts.

And waits until his cock was embedded deeeep into the back of your throat - and your nose was pressed against those tufts of black at his base. Until you were well and fully stuffed full of him. 

“So cum then, my pretty mate.”

And with a few more thorough slashes inside you—knockin’ Shiu’s burly fingers into your sweetest spots, slithering Toji’s length down every crevice of your mouth, you’re crashing into your high. 

It’s quick and searing.

It takes over your body faster than you can register. Burning through every other thought and feeling - you’re letting out erotic moans around Toji’s cock, and they keep getting louder as it keeps prolonging. Longer and longer. The more they’re toyin’ with your throbbing, sopping cunt. 

Those fervent peaks seem to get stronger - and within you feels practically white-hot in sensation. Pulling off of his bulbous tip. “Sh-shiiiiiit—” Keening out. “It feels so good- it feels so good-”

“You’re welcome.” Toji says. Shovelling his pinkish tip back between those lips.

At the same time that Shiu’s panting. “Anything for you, pretty girl.”

“Don’t fucking stop.”

Of course, as your mates they’re practically bound to listen to your every syllable.

And you don’t feel them rest - even take a breath - until your orgasm was well and almost completely disappeared from the horizon.

Tears of overstimulation were now springing to your eyes. Thighs twitching with the faintest splinters of sensitivity. “F-fuck…” Toji’s throbbing tip falls from your lips. It leaves a thin ribbon of slick connecting you to him still. You’re blabbering. “Fuck, I’m getting sensitive now.”

“Hm…Shiu climb up.” Toji says.

Both you and Shiu share a glance—and with something that looked like a half-shrug, Shiu’s attempting to heave himself up from the floor-

Only to be grabbed by Toji by the hand and yanked onto bed.

The farmer’s letting out a little yelp as he’s finding himself bounced onto the springy mattress - right on your other side. Sandwiched between the two buff, broad men- you don’t think you’ve ever felt your heart beat faster…ever smelled your pheromones so potently…

“Shiu, I need those off.” You huff. Batting those teary lashes of yours.

“Oh.” His face twists into something like ecstacy - how many times has he fantasized about those very words leaving your mouth?

And, flustered, the farmer starts unbuckling his overall one-by-one-

“We’re not trying to wait until her heat’s over.” Toji gruffs. And his veined forearm reaches across you - grasping onto the front of Shiu’s overall and giving it a good tug.

Those buckles are breaking free immediately. 

The bull hybrid smiles to himself proudly. “There.”

“I should have half the mind to return you to Kusakabe…” Shiu grumbles to himself, as he takes off the rest of his clothes. That sentence makes the faintest flicker of recognition light up in his brain - really, where was Kusakabe - but it’s evaporating soon enough once you start helping him take his boxers off. 

“I’m warning you in advance, however…” He starts.

“Why?”

“Yeah- are you hiding a 21-incher in there or something?” Toji scoffs.

“No no- it’s not that. I’m…above average- probably.” Shiu waves off, his burning blush creeping up onto his face again. “It’s just that I might have made…a little mess when I was eating you out.”

Your brows furrow. “What do you mean by- oh.”

Oh, was right. Right indeed.

Because of course- Shiu was naturally an impressive size. About eight inches. With a much more tan tip than Toji’s - and perhaps even thicker, too - and a girth that made your mouth water. He was smoother than Toji—less veins ‘round his shaft except for a single prominent one that went around the left side. And he was curved ever-so-slightly upright, too. 

But what really caught your attention was…Shiu had cum in his pants.

Just from eating you out.

“Oh…” Your eyes widen as you take in the dark splotch at the front of his boxers. 

Thick ropey white cum had seeped into it- and Shiu’s hastily snatching those boxers out of your hands to throw them over his shoulder. His hands felt sticky. “But that’s neither here nor there-”

“Of course it is.” Toji says after a moment of contemplation. “I’m adding a seventh rule.” 

Yours and Shiu’s eyes pop open. 

“Shit.”

“Shit-”

“What?” The bull hybrid looks at you both in mock innocence. “I was just going to say that the guest goes first…”

It’s…unexpected. To say the least. But you weren’t complaining - and by the way that Shiu’s reddened length perks up at the idea, you don’t think he is either.

“Um, so how do I…”

Toji angles himself towards you- “Get up a little, doll?”

You arch your hips off the bed; and Toji’s taking the opportunity to sidle his own hips underneath them. He’s manhandling you so that you’re simply sprawled-out on his chiselled front—and oh, how your mouth waters at the sensation of his rippling pecs and abs. The way they’re massaging you from behind at even the slightest movements—was that his v-line? 

And did you mention that Toji just-so-happened to have the cutest ringed piercings through each nipple?

They’re pushing into you from behind once the hybrid hooks both hands underneath each of your legs. And he’s lifting them aaaaaaaall the way up until your knees hit your tits. Spreading you wide, wide open.

A full nelson.

Except…this time, it’s Shiu’s who’s going to be basking between your legs. 

The aforementioned man takes a courageous gulp as he shuffles on his knees between your legs - and Toji’s - to lovingly gaze at you. “Fuuuuuck, my pretty girl…you really are so gorgeous.” Shiu whispers- underneath his breath as though he didn’t even mean for you to hear.

His darkened eyes sweep down your body like a caress. “The way that pussy’s dripping so much- shit, s’like a flood down there. Can you even feel yourself?” You’re squirming at his lecherous words. “And those legs. Trembling. And the way you’re just throbbing- I can see it from here.”

You’re gasping as he presses his hot length down on your cunt. 

Sandwiched between each of your pussylips: Shiu doesn’t think he’s ever seen a prettier sight. “You’re just so dirty, girlie~”

You shudder.

And Shiu could have kept going- it absolutely killed him to tear his gaze off of you. It really did.

But Shiu could sense Toji starting to get impatient if the slightly souring tint in his pheromones was anything to go by- hey, look at that…he’s reading pheromones now. Mentalling patting himself on the back; the farmer starts slide-slide-sliiiiiding his fattened-up cock between your precious folds. “Easy there, girl?”

“Yeah yeah- we’re easy.” Rolling his eyes, you’re getting jostled as the hybrid underneath bucks. And at this point, you’re honestly wondering which one of you was more excited for his entrance…“Just get on with it.”

“Unlike you, Toji, I don’t just- get on with it.” Shiu sounded offended at the mere suggestion. 

And as you both look towards him for further clarification, Shiu nervously bites down on the inside of his cheek and pushes his swollen cock down the slit of your cunt. “It’s just that…” He lets his particularly large tip kiss your hole. “-what if I end up hurting my pretty girl during her heat? I’d never forgive myself.”

“How cute.” Toji snickers. But there’s something that you recognize there—appreciation? “But not if you follow our rules, farmer boy. Remember those?”

Shiu rolls his eyes. “How could I forget?”

“Yeah- recite those.” And you’re gasping once one of Toji’s meaty palms drift up to your face - covering your dazed peripherals. “We’re both going to take turns fucking her using those rules, and my mate’s going to guess which one of us it is—how about that?”

“Mmm, sounds fun.” You smile.

And seeing that gorgeous smile of yours - what else was he supposed to be but putty in your hands? Shiu’s giving himself a few pumps before starting to press into your tight rim.

You’re tight.

So fucking tight.

His brows furrow n’ sweat starts beading at his forehead as he slowly - sloooowly - starts easing his proud cock inside. You’re arching into Toji’s back, whilst Shiu probes into your deepest depths. “O-oh.”

It was something so different.

Although he wasn’t exactly as vein-covered as Toji was; Shiu’s length managed to have the perfect curve that prodded ‘round the roof of your cunt. Somehow directly aiming for those tender spots inside—you’re feeling the pointed end of his shaft draw sensual zig-zags inside and you’re immediately begging for more.

Of course, that’s when Toji’s silently signalling Shiu to pull out.

Replacing the farmer’s cock with his instead.

Thick. Throbbing. Those patterns and groves on his shaft were just dizzying- and Toji’s already rendered your eyes sprinting to the back of your head with but a mere few inches inside you. 

He’s making your first ring of muscle streeeeeetch- and pressing a second overlarge hand down on your stomach to keep you from movin’ around too much. And you don’t need to see him to reach blindly behind you and tug on Toji’s newest bull ring—

“Don’t be mean, Toji.”

“S’not being mean, it’s just the rules.” Toji argues. His words come out in sizzling pants against the side of your face - somehow just his presence seemed enough to make your heat symptoms two times worse. “Now that the practice run’s over…”

Your eyes are fluttering open- only to see nothing past the gaps of Toji’s thick fingers. “That was just the practice run—?” Your poor puckered hole was already pulsating with friction.

But neither of them are answering.

Instead, it just seems that they’re intent on fucking any question or comprehensible thought right back into you—because just you’re feeling a sudden intrusion deep into your core. The bulbous head of it swipes apart your puffy pussylips- and the next thing you know, you’re seeing nothing but stars at the neverending inches of one of their cocks.

Somehow managing to probe even deeper than the first time- whoever this was was so fatly swollen that his cockhead opens up plunging crevices inside you. Perhaps even new ones.

You’re gasping away- “Please.” Both men are impressively managing to keep quiet as they’re easing inside. Not completely bottoming-out…but enough to make your toes curl. “Oh, please that feels so good.”

Hips attempting to chase more- he was going so slow.

But just as soon as you do - almost the very instant that your hips are breaking contact with the skin of Toji’s toned pelvis - you feel one of his hands pin you back down. Preventing you from moving a single inch.

Your hybrid ears rustle with the huff of laughter from behind you—and you know that there’s only one man who’d keep a hand oh-so-possessively on top of your womb as he sinks into your soaking wet cunt. Rule number one, remember?

“Toji-” You’re sputtering out, voice breaking so prettily at the end of your plea. “T-Toji move a little faster- ngh, please—”

Yet another failed attempt at a buck. “Good job, doll.” He gnaws on your ear lobe. “But don’t think we’re done here just yet…”

And then before you know it, he’s pulling out. The action lets out the loudest, sloppiest little plop! of pleasure between your legs- and it feels as though firecrackers are going off through your veins.

You’re practically shaking once another intrusion starts proddin’ between your legs. This time a bit more…timid. A bit more hesitant. A bit more inexperienced and careful—and you don’t have to pay attention to anything more as Shiu creeps your legs around his waist.

Letting his tunneling cockhead push into that wet hole of yours.

Unlike Toji, however, Shiu Kong simply couldn’t keep his mouth shut. 

“Oh…” It’s just about the most attractive thing you’ve ever heard - like music to your ears. But could you really blame the guy? “Legs- rules number t-two, remember?” This was the first proper taste of that syrupy cunt he’s getting—the exact same one he’s been dreaming of for ages…as much as that makes him sound like an utter pervert.

Maybe he was.

Maybe- what even was he? What was his name? Who was he?

Shiu can’t formulate a single thought.

Maybe he should be concerned about that…but for the time being, he’s collapsing his lower half into you. Funneling the smoother length of his cock inside; the farmer is the first of the two to actually bottom out. Thighs against your thighs. Forehead against your forehead. Cocktip against your cervix.

You swear you’re feeling Shiu intrude all the way up to your throat—“Shiu…keep moving, baby.”

“Oh- oh, you seriously want it?” He asks between uneven pants. And even more uneven are those semi-thrusts he’s poundin’ away at the back of your pussy—unwilling to break contact with your sopping womb for even a split-second to thrust back in. “You seriously want this ol’ farmer to fuck you like this? And that’s not just the heat talking-”

“It’s always the heat talking.” Toji scoffs. “This slutty girl’s always in heat. Honestly- who told you it could come early?”

“S’not my fault.” Shiu taps the side of your thigh to signal to you that- oh…you’re getting dangerously close to Toji figuring it out. 

Sure, it seems that he’d deduced by now that there was something regarding the startings of a mating bond between you and Shiu. And what sort of hybrid would come between that? But the fact that Toji himself shared it…

Thankfully in that moment Shiu’s creating a distraction - unintentional or not. Because just a few thrusts and he’s already starting to bead out hot, glutinous cum that sticks to the back of your pussy.

“Shit…” Shiu whispers to himself. You’re sensing one of his hands reach downwards to squeeze ‘round the base of his length—perhaps thinking that that would stop him. But the only thing Shiu’s managing to do is milk out a few more cobwebs of cum that are getting fucked and fucked in by his irregular thrusts. “I didn’t mean to-”

“Time’s up.” Toji cuts him off gruffly. “It’s getting too easy- hurry it up.”

“Yes…sir?” Fuck- he hates to admit it but the bull hybrid was correct.

Ah…you’d expected for the two to alternate between thrusts. But you just didn’t expect it this fast. Because all of a sudden, Toji’s going from merely caressing your front to wrapping his entire left arm around your middle. Oh, those beefy forearms of his were simply indescribable. 

Then Shiu’s reeling his sloppy, cum-glazed cock backwards for one of them to replace it in no time. 

Such plump inches of their shaft. Such impatient semi-thrusts as he leaves your mouth watering. He’s increasing his pace twofold once you’re accommodating him inside, and Toji’s pressing his palm deeper against your face. “Oh-” And you hadn’t expected them to stick to their damn six (or seven) rules so much, either…“Fuuuuuuck. Is it Toji?”

“Nope.” Shiu chuckles. From where he was positioned in front of you, the farmer leans down and kisses your lips. “Still me.”

In punishment, you’re getting a heavy spankin’ on your stuffed pussy.

“Shit.”

“And the rule-” Toji pipes up from behind. “What about the rule?”

“What about the rule, I mean—” It’s just then that you’re realizing - you haven’t been able to squirm a single inch since Shiu had begun swabbin’ your poor insides. “Rule number one- rule number one.”

“Good girl.” Toji laughs. “Next.”

And you’re soon coming to the realization that they weren’t going to make this easy for you: due to everything from their rapid alternations, to the way that both of them were fucking you so stupid—

“Toji-” You’re dragging your nails down whatever body part of Toji’s that you could reach. His biceps flexed underneath your touch. “And the rule is…oh, the rule is…” Brain landing on the closest one that you think you could remember. “Rule number six?”

“Half-correct.” Toji punishes you with yet another spank. The white-hot pain and pleasure that runs up your cunt is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. “That was actually a trick round - no rule.”

You bite. “Silly me…”

“But half-correct deserves just a little bit of a treat, doesn’t it?” Shiu makes your case.

And the ever-mean Fushiguro Toji considers it for a few seconds - before he’s nodding and letting his fingers dip between your pussylips. Rolling over clit in circular motions. “Happy?”

“V-very much.” You respond.

And so the cycle repeats - as both men are fucking into you like damn animals.

“Shiu? Rule number one-”

Thwack! “Half-correct.”

“Toji? Rule number five.”

Thwack! “Half-correct again, doll.”

“Toji? Rule number six.”

Thwack! Thwack! “Wrong!”

“Shiu-”

“Toji-”

Shiu. Toji. Shiu. Toji. Shiu. Toji. 

Over and over again—until you’ve said every rule at least five times, and their names countless amounts so.

It was almost getting too much. There’s another switch; and this time the thrusts are like none before them. They were harsh. They were jagged. They weren’t hitting with any specific target or objective in mind—just with the sole purpose of indentin’ his fat cockhead into every spot inside you, and hitting his hips to yours until you skin was burning-

“Toji?” You’re guessing, “Ruler number- fuck…the one about getting ready-” Based solely on the way that both men had their hands tapping at your hips to let you know when a particularly hard hit was coming through.

“And which one is that?” Toji croons.

“Number four-” There’s a victorious little pebble of precum that Toji’s emptying out into your insides. 

“Mmm, good catch.” And you’re feeling the smile crawl onto your face. “But I’m not Toji.”

Fucking—thwack!

“But how about just a little reward?” And then a hot mouth starts kissing down the valley of your breast - from this angle you could only assume that it was Shiu. 

Shiu was lapping the soft targets of your areolas…just lightly biting…and oh—he lets out a wet gasp as a thin stream of milk flows from your tits n’ into the handsome man’s mouth. “Oh- this might just be my reward.” He says as he keeps massaging your chest, twiddling his fingers over where you were most sensitive. 

“Leave some f’me.” Toji grunts at the other man.

By this point you were a blabbering mess, and it didn’t help that the other two were only growing sloppier by the second. Perhaps it was the heat affecting you three. Perhaps it was the pressure being put on all your bodies - crushed together like this. Hips driving into you again and again and again—

Another globular tip swerves inside you. “I-is it…Toji?” You ask. Your lower lip wobbles at the sudden stretches on places that couldn’t be reached without such a girth - both of them had their merits and it was hard not to long for…both. The mere thought fogs your mind. “And is it…”

Though there could only be one answer. At least for this one.

Your poor tail’s being used as a lever to drag you down onto Toji’s extremely thickened cock until you sat on the bottom of it. “-rule number five?”

Toji kisses the side of your face. “Now that…is 100% correct.”

“And what would you like as a reward? Tell your Shiu anything, pretty girl.” Shiu says—drawing a half-serious scoff from the hybrid.

But of course. There can only ever be one thing.

Your mouth opens and the confession slips out of you before you can think it through fully.

And then there’s a beat of silence- hell, you think even Toji’s hips began to falter. For but a mere split-second before he’s bashing in the soft spongy platform at the end of your cunt—“Oh.” He breathes. “I don’t see why not…”

Thrill shoots through you.

And for the first time in a while - Toji removes his palm from your face. You’re wincing ever-so-slightly at the sudden flood of light, before that expression turns into something akin to yearning as you stare at Shiu’s cock throbbing between your legs. 

He was almost out-of-place with Toji’s fat length already stuffed inside you. 

“Whatever you want, pretty girl.” Shiu whispers to himself as he glides his blushin’ cockhead to drag along your outer cunt. Uuuuup the planes of your thighs. Lingering on that leakin’ slit that was so stuffed. And then squeezing the very tip-top reddened crown of his shaft into your entrance—did he mention that you already had Toji’s fat length stuffed inside you?

Shiu’s expression morphs at the tightest fit-

“Shit- fucking shit, are we sure—”

“Why not?” Toji asks. And Shiu thinks that that’s damn easy for him to say; especially considering that he was already kept hostage inside your gooey inside. That’s where Shiu was trying to be.

He’s attempting to drag you in using your tail.

The other man is rolling his eyes - and his hips. Letting off a few useless semi-thrusts that doesn’t push him even a single inch inside—not with the extremely plump circumference of the hybrid’s length inside. “Oh yeah? Then why don’t you- hah, pull out and try doing it yourself if you think it’s so easy?

“The early bull gets the pussy.” Toji smirks. “Besides- don’t tell me you’re forgetting rule number five already? The one about taking it all also means that you have to- mmm, put it all in-”

“I remember.” Shiu spits. Hands pushing your legs further open and grindin’ his hips close until his happy trail was roughly massaging your clit. “I’m just saying that it’s hypocritical to talk about the rules when even you wouldn’t be able to-”

“Guys-” You shrill above the constant arguing. “Guys.”

It takes you raising your voice loud enough to make the bedroom walls shudder for them to finally hear you.

And once they look at you- you’re huffing up at them. “I’m making my own rule.” Both pairs of pretty pussydrunken eyes widen in unison. “From now on- if you fight then you have to kiss and make up.”

“What-”

“What-”

“Pretty girl…” Shiu attempts to appeal to your softer side.

“Nuh huh.” Shaking your head. “So kiss—and then just fuck me.”

They share a look as if to question whether usurping of the rule-making was allowed…before it seems to dawn on them that yes—if it was you. And Shiu’s shrugging and leaning in - all the while still keeping his pulsating cocktip present between your folds - and Toji meets him halfway with only a few grumbles.

Shiu moans into the kiss.

And with a resounding sluuuuurp! he’s managing to squeeze just an inch or two of his cock inside. Double lengths stretching your walls until you were seeing white-

“Oh- oh.” You’re moaning. Shiu now had everything he needed to reel his bulky hips back and start pummeling you in time with Toji’s own thrusts. “I’ve never felt anything like this before—”

“Me neither.” The farmer manages through clenched teeth. The sensitive underside of his cock was rubbin’ and getting pulled by Toji’s own - those patterns of his veins, and the rock-hardness that mirrored his own - and even the slightest friction was enough to send spirals of white-hot pleasure pouring out of his bawling divot. 

“Tch- fine…me neither.” Toji groans. “But it only feels good because of me-”

“In your dreams.”

Without even being asked to or reminded of the newly-minted rule, they’re pressing a kiss onto each other’s lips—and then yours. Their pheromones twisting and melding into one. Their skin growing even more heated. Their cocks growing faster- 

And faster.

Both Shiu and Toji were moving at sloppy, lust-hazed paces that should not be possible for such a tight cranny. And yet they were managing to time it so that you’re feeling both of them exactly in the best ways: Toji and his deeeelicious veins pressing their patterns onto the sides of your channel, Shiu and his upright curve that spotted all your best nerve endings. 

They’re sandwiching you from above and below, too—Toji and his Herculean build, Shiu and his similar yet broader- and somehow stronger build.

They’re absolutely ruining you.

Ruining you.

Fucking you until your pussy’s feeling rattled and raw- and your eyes have completely bleared over with tears. Brain fried.

So it isn’t long before you’re feeling the pangs of an oncoming orgasm, and letting your mouth open to announce it—

“I-I’m going to cum.” But in actuality it’s Shiu that manages the declaration. And he’s stuffing his face into your tits, suckling out the sweet sweet milk that your hybrid body produces as he strings your gooey insides with his cum. “My pretty cow hybrid, I’m gonna stuff you full.” Looooong ropes of satin. So hard- that Shiu’s forced to hold onto both yours and Toji’s horns as he fucks your overstuffed pussy through his orgasm.

Those veins of Toji’s were making him twitch in pleasure.

You and Toji are crashing into your high rather soon afterwards too.

“Gonna…oh.” As the forceful waves of dopamine flood through every vein and atom inside you—practically make you vibrate with pleasure. You’re letting your eyes fly to the back of your head, and your toes curl as both men thrash that gooey g-spot of yours.

Perfectly synchronized with every peak upon peak of your high.

The prolonged wave of bliss soars—and it’s around the very crescendo that you’re feeling Toji empty his heavy balls out as well. They’d been thwack-thwack-thwacking! near the bottom of your slit for so long now, creating a carnal ache over your outer pussy- and it just feels so good to feel those globs of cum flood your deepest caverns.

Where Shiu had already made a mess before- “Shit…don’t stop.” 

And it’s with renewed vigor that they’re fucking and fucking you through the white-hot pleasure - so good that you’re sobbing. In-between this euphoric experience is when Toji’s keening his hips up into yours- chasing the wetness of your cunt even more—

Not just to fuck his pearly-white droplets of cum inside - but to try and squeeze, fuck, his swollen knot inside.

“Inside—” As you demand needily at your bull hybrid, Shiu watches on in something akin to awe. He starts nudging his hips back as though to give Toji more space-

But you’re wrapping your legs around his hips and dragging him to you. “Rule number one, remember?”

Letting Toji fuck his knot inside you as Shiu has his twitchin’ wet cock stuffed in there, too. The stretch was indescribable.

You think you’re cumming all over again just from it.

“My- my mates…” You’re sobbing out- sandwiched between the two buff men. Shiu leans in to kiss you, and once he’s taking a good long look at Toji too. 

“My mates…I suppose?” He says with a sheepish smile.

Toji looks between the two of you, seemingly having connected the dots. “Does this mean I’ve gotta get both of you pregnant?”

You smile. “Sounds good to me.”

Shiu. “Wait-”

Because heats lasted a week for hybrids. 

Shiu better get his human stamina used to it.

.

.

.

“I’m sorry…what?”

It’s a sentence that Shiu thinks he’s going to have to get used to a lot—telling people that the cow hybrid you’d had a crush on for the past few years but then gotten mated is actually your mate too - and that by association you’re her mate’s mate but honestly not really complaining about it is…for one a long sentence. 

And two, it’s probably going to get a bunch of weird looks.

It sounds like the stuff of a fantasy, maybe even those romance stories; and Shiu’s well and fully aware of how he sounds when he says it.

Which is why he’s telling Kusakabe first - it only seemed appropriate.

“It’s exactly as I said.” Shiu states matter-of-factly. “And you can ask Dr. Shoko if you think there’s been any mix-”

“No no, man. It’s not that I don’t believe you.” Kusakabe interrupts him. “In fact, I think it’s great that you finally managed to do something about your feelings- congratulations, man.”

“Thank you.” Shiu watches the herd from the door to the barn house - inside, the only pair were you and Toji. His breath hitches once you’re walking over from Toji to nuzzle up to him. He reaches to scratch behind those silken ears of yours—“But then what was all that about?”

“Ah- no, it’s just…” There’s a truck honk from the other end of the line, and Shiu realizes that Kusakabe must be going somewhere. “I assumed it was actually about the bull.”

Shiu squints. “The what thing?”

“The bull thing. I guess Toji forgot to tell you since you were a little preoccupied. But last night when Toji took over driving my truck we happened to run into…everything.”

Shiu snorts. “Serves you right.”

“And man- I needed this truck to transport this new bull hybrid for ol’ Gakuganji down in Kyoto. You know how he gets. It’s the only one big enough so…” 

And now…now Shiu wasn’t exactly having fun. “…And?” The two of you were looking at him in interest now, clearly having heard something about another hybrid—and Toji especially had had his smirk growing in synchronization with the increasingly ashen look on Shiu’s face.

“And so Toji said it’s alright, but would you mind looking after this new bull for a few days until I get the truck fixed? Just for a few days. I’m actually on the way there right now so thank you. His name is Sukuna and-”

“Noooooooooo-”

You think you’re gonna die too. Because there’s heat pooling between your legs, and you're pretty sure you’ve soaked through your panties, and this was supposed to be your first normal date. Not a panty-ruining, thigh-clenching disaster where you keep imagining his stupid hot fingers pulling your hoodie up and touching you like you're not both trembling virgins about to combust from one misplaced touch.

Satoru’s voice cracks in the dark.

“You, uh— are you okay?”

You look at him, wide-eyed. “What? Yeah. I’m fine.”

He fidgets. “You’re breathing kinda fast.”

You are. Shit.

“I’m just…” you squirm, thighs pressed tight together. “The seats are uncomfortable.”

He makes a strangled little laugh, eyes darting to the screen and then back to your mouth. You don’t know who moves first, but a second later, your hands are brushing in the popcorn bag and boom— your bodies are pressed together like magnets.

The movie is completely forgotten. You’re both leaning toward each other, breathing the same hot air, and it’s dizzying how close he is. His scent is soft and clean, like soap and sugar and some light cologne that makes your thighs ache. Your lips almost brush before he pulls back, cheeks pink.

“I-I gotta pee,” he blurts. Then winces. “Fuck. Not like— fuck, I didn’t mean it like—”

You stare at him, lips parted.

“…Me too,” you whisper. “Bathroom. I mean.”

So of course, of course, ten minutes later, you’re both in the tiny single-stall bathroom behind the snack bar, the door locked, and you’re pressed against the wall with Satoru’s hands hovering an inch from your waist like he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to touch you.

You’re panting.

So is he.

And there’s the faintest bulge pressing against his pants.

“You’re hard,” you whisper, stunned.

Satoru turns bright red. “I didn’t mean to be! I swear I wasn’t thinking anything— well I was thinking but not like— well yes like that but I didn’t expect you to—”

“I’m wet.”

That shuts him up.

He blinks. “Wha— You, wait really?”

You nod furiously. “Soaked. I thought I was dying. You’re, l-like— you’re so hot and tall and your hands are big and I thought—”

He sways toward you like he’s being pulled by gravity.

“You think I’m hot?” he breathes, shocked.

Your voice is barely a whisper. “You’re like—the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”

“…But I’m a virgin.”

You blink. “You’re a virgin?”

He freezes. “You didn’t know?”

You shake your head. “You’re too confident. And tall. And your voice, like— you talk like you’ve seen shit.”

“I haven’t! I’ve literally never seen anything. I still sleep with a body pillow.”

“Oh my god.”

You both start laughing, but it’s too breathy, too nervous. You’re looking at his lips again.

“I thought you weren’t a virgin,” he admits, voice low now, almost in awe. “You look like— like—”

He waves helplessly at your body. “You’re so pretty. So hot. You look like you’d ruin me.”

“I’ve never even kissed anyone,” you whisper.

“Me either,” he says.

There’s a beat of silent realization.

Then— tentatively— his hands touch your waist. He’s shaking.

“Can I…”

You nod. “Yeah. Please.”

The kiss is terrible. Teeth clashing, noses bumping, your mouths slipping messily before you both pull away with startled laughter. But his face is flushed, and his eyes are glassy, and your thighs are pressed tight together because the way he’s looking at you is not innocent anymore.

“We’re so bad at this,” you whisper.

“I’m gonna die,” he mumbles, forehead pressed to yours.

“I’m so wet I think my panties are ruined,” you say, like a confession.

He groans. “That’s so hot, please don’t say things like that unless you want me to cum in my pants.”

You both snort, but neither of you moves away.

“Can I… touch you?” he whispers, barely audible.

Your eyes widen, breath catching.

“…Yes. But I don’t— I don’t really know how.”

“Me either,” he whispers. “Let’s be awkward together.”

You reach for his belt, and he lifts your hoodie just enough to see the swell of your tits in your bra. And then you both freeze, panting, staring— because holy fuck this is actually happening.

Two very horny, very confused virgins. In a bathroom. At the movies.

Grinding desperately like you’re learning each other’s bodies in braille.

His hands find your hips, pulling you closer. Your fingers tremble at his zipper. And you swear— you swear— when your pussy brushes against his bulge through your panties and tights, he nearly whimpers.

You're both gonna combust.

You’re still half-laughing, half-gasping into his neck, your panties damp and sticking to you like sin, and Satoru’s hard dick is pressed against your inner thigh through his jeans like it hurts. He keeps doing these little shaky inhales, fingers digging into your hoodie at the waist like he needs something to hold onto or he’ll float off the planet.

His glasses are fogged. His cheeks are pink. And when you drag your nose along his jaw just to feel him shiver, he makes the softest noise you’ve ever heard. A tiny, broken sigh— like the kind of sound you might make when someone pets your hair just right.

You feel like you’re on fire.

“You’re really… hard,” you whisper, a little dreamy, dragging your hand down the front of his jeans like you’re curious more than anything else. Because you are. You can feel the length of him, thick and hot under the denim, twitching at just the barest touch of your fingers. “Like… all the way.”

“I know,” he whines, quietly. “It’s been like that since the popcorn scene.”

You giggle. “We didn’t have a popcorn scene.”

“You were licking butter off your fingers.”

“…Oh. Yeah okay, fair.”

You’re still staring at the bulge in his jeans. It’s insane. It’s… kind of intimidating, honestly. But you’re so curious, and he looks like he might actually die from the idea of you wanting to see him like this.

“Can I see it?” you whisper.

His breath catches. His whole body freezes.

“You— my… dick?”

You nod shyly, face burning. “Just once. I just— I wanna know what it looks like.”

He stares at you like you’re a mythical creature. “You really want to see it?”

“…Yeah.”

His fingers are shaking as he fumbles with his zipper.

You don’t look away— not even when he shoves his boxers down and his cock bounces free, flushed and heavy and dripping. You make a noise, something halfway between shock and awe, because holy shit he’s big. Not just big— long, curved a little toward his stomach, thick enough that your mouth goes dry. The tip is glossy and wet, a pretty pink color— a clear bead clinging to the slit like he’s leaking from just grinding on you.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, stunned.

Satoru makes a noise that’s not human. “D-don’t look at it like that.”

“I can’t help it,” you breathe. “It’s pretty.”

His brain shuts down.

“Pretty?” he croaks.

You nod dumbly, staring. “It’s like… glossy. And pink. And it’s twitching.”

He groans. “Don’t say twitching—”

“But it is! It’s like it’s waving at me or something. It looks so needy.”

He grabs the wall behind your head like he might collapse.

“You’re so cute,” you whisper. “You’re really hard just from kissing me.”

“You’re soaking,” he counters, voice hoarse. “You’ve been wet for an hour.”

You whimper a little. “I didn’t even know I could get this wet.”

Satoru groans again and cups himself like it’ll stop him from cumming just from talking to you.

You reach out— slowly— and wrap your fingers around the base.

He jolts, hips stuttering forward into your hand like it’s instinct. His eyes flutter shut and his whole body shudders, like he’s never felt anything like this.

“…You’re so warm,” you whisper. “And thick.”

“I’m gonna cum,” he blurts.

You pause. “Wait, already?”

“I told you,” he gasps, pressing his face into your neck. “It’s your voice— fuck, the way you’re touching me—”

You slide your hand up and watch his cock twitch, leaking over your fingers.

He sobs a little. “Angel, please—”

That makes you freeze.

“…Angel?”

He peeks up at you, embarrassed. “It slipped out.”

You bite your lip, then smile, stroking him again. “I like it.”

“You’re so soft,” he moans. “And your hand’s so small, it doesn’t even fit—”

You squeeze a little tighter. He gasps.

“Tell me when,” you whisper, eyes wide. “I don’t wanna waste it. You’ve been hard for so long.”

“‘When’?” he pants.

“Yeah,” you say, breath catching. “I want to see what your cum looks like too.”

He shatters.

Just like that— hot, thick ropes spill out across your fingers, your hoodie, his shirt. You watch with wide, fascinated eyes as his whole body curls toward yours, hips stuttering, voice cracked and pleading into your shoulder. His cock throbs in your hand like it’s losing its mind. He sounds so helpless, so high and soft when he whimpers your name.

You stare at the mess.

“…Whoa.”

He’s panting against your cheek, totally limp. “That was so embarrassing.”

“It was awesome,” you breathe. “I made you cum.”

“I exploded in ten seconds.”

You stroke his hair. “I think you’re perfect.”

He melts a little into your chest.

“…You wanna see me next?” you whisper.

His head jerks up like a prairie dog.

Satoru’s still shaking.

You can feel it— his breath hot and unsteady on your neck, his heartbeat punching against your ribs where your bodies press together. Satoru Gojo just came all over your hand like some desperate teenager, having a wet dream, and you’re still standing in a movie theater bathroom, soaked to the skin and so turned on it’s getting hard to breathe.

His cum is sticky on your fingers. Warm, it smells faintly like salt and sugar, and he’s still leaning against you like he’s not sure how to stand on his own.

And then—

Your voice, soft and daring, nearly a whisper:

“…You wanna see me next?”

Satoru blinks. Eyes blown wide. Mouth parted, in disbelief.

“…Are you serious?”

You nod.

He looks stunned. “Like… your pussy?”

Your whole face burns.

“Y-yeah,” you stammer, suddenly nervous. “If you want. I mean— I know it’s— kind of a lot, and maybe messy, but I just… I’ve never… shown anyone." You're looking down at the floor before you finish the rest of that sentence... then your eyes are darting back up to his face, blue eyes stargazed in disbelief. “And I want you to see.”

He’s speechless, Satoru is utterly speechless.

You fidget, heart thudding, tugging your hoodie down like it can hide the way your thighs are trembling, how wet you still are under your panties.

“I just thought… since I saw yours…”

His hand flies up, quick. Cupping your face, both of you look into each other's eyes.

“I want to,” he blurts. “I want to so bad I think I’m gonna die.”

You smile, shy and giddy. “Okay. Then… can you take my panties off?”

He gasps.

Like, actually gasps. Clutches his chest. Staggers backward like you hit him with a spell.

“Say that again,” he whispers.

You reach under your hoodie, slowly rolling your leggings down to your thighs, revealing just a sliver of your pale pink cotton panties, soaked straight through. There’s a wet patch over your pussy— obvious, shiny, and dark.

“Take them off,” you whisper, voice trembling. “Please?”

He looks like he might cry.

“Oh my god,” he chokes. “You’re so wet you soaked through. That’s from me? From just— grinding on me?”

You nod, cheeks flushed. “You made me so wet I couldn’t focus on the movie.”

His hands are on your thighs now, huge and hot, trembling a little as he sinks to his knees in front of you like he’s not even aware he’s doing it. His glasses slide down his nose. He pushes them up, eyes fixed on your panties like they’re the most sacred thing he’s ever seen.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he whispers, “but I wanna learn so bad.”

You’re breathing so fast your legs are shaking.

His fingers slide under the sides of your panties. He hesitates.

“Ready?” he asks, voice so soft.

You nod, in eager anticipation, like when you know you're about to rip a band-aid off. But... in this case, it's your soaked sticky ruined panties.

And he pulls them down.

Slow, slow, slow

The cotton clings to your cunt, like they're almost glued to you, but he gets them off with a firmer tug.

Your cunt glosses in the light.

Dripping. Swollen. Slick as fuck and twitching under his gaze. You clench a little just from the air, the tension, the way he’s looking at you like he just saw an angel squirt holy water.

He moans. Moans.

“You’re so pretty,” he breathes. “Holy shit, you’re soaked. I didn’t know it could do that.”

You giggle nervously. “It doesn’t usually. I think it’s a you thing.”

He gulps, audibly.

His eyes don’t leave your pussy, even as he leans forward, nose almost brushing your thigh.

“Can I… touch you?”

You feel your knees threaten to buckle.

“Yes.” You say with too much enthusiasm than you meant.

His fingers twitch. “I don’t know how.”

You grab his wrist and guide it...

His middle finger barely grazes your folds and you gasp, clenching, hips jumping forward.

“Oh fuck,” he moans. “That was barely anything. You’re shaking.”

“You touched my clit,” you pant. “It’s sensitive.”

His eyes sparkle.

“Oh my god. I love that you know what it’s called.”

You’re breathless, laughing a little. “I’ve read fanfiction. Have you not?”

“I have, but in those they just say ‘your little pearl’ and shit.”

You groan. “That’s not even close.”

He’s looking again, hand hovering like he’s terrified to mess it up.

“Okay, so… this is your clit,” he murmurs, grazing it again, watching how your whole body twitches. “It’s so tiny. But you sound like I electrocuted you when I touched it.”

You whimper, cause he's teasing... He's curious as well and doesn't fucking know how much him petting your clit actually affects you.

“You like that?” he whispers, a bit entranced. Crystalline blue eyes focusing on the sticky strands of your slick connected to his fingertips as they stretch when he rubs and pulls them off your glued pussylips.

“Y-yeah.”

He touches again, a little firmer... slower, really working your clit, the soft squelches audible, he really wants to taste it, the creamy thing webbing his fingers, the thought pounding in his head.. Would you be grossed out if he just shoved his fingers in his mouth right now and got a taste of that sappy cream?

You whimper louder, snapping his attention back from his lewd thoughts.

His voice is shaking. “Can you c-cum like this? Just from me touching you?”

You nod furiously. “If you keep going, Fuck. Please keep going.”

His thumb brushes you now, a bit more confidently.

“You’re dripping,” he mumbles. “It’s getting on my wrist, angel”

Your thighs snap shut, embarrassed.

But you’re so close and he’s still rubbing in slow, shaky circles and whispering your name and watching you like he’s studying for a test he’s gonna fail with honors. Your clit feels like it’s throbbing. You can’t stop shaking. Can’t stop whining.

And then—

“Cum for me,” he whispers, awed. “Please, please pretty girl, I wanna see.”

That makes your cunt clench, his voice the thing that makes you break instantly.

You clam up around nothing, crying out as your pussy gushes over his hand, wet and twitchy, making a fucking mess on his hoodie sleeve. Your knees give out. He catches you instantly, still on his knees, arms full of shaking, panting girl.

You’re sobbing in relief, thighs sticky, pussy still fluttering, and his hands are holding you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

“You’re so amazing,” he breathes. “I can’t believe I made you cum.”

You whimper. “You’re so good. I didn’t think it would feel like that.”

He kisses your thigh.

Then your stomach, and makes his way up and then your lips, just to feel you.

Soft and careful, with utmost devotion and care.

And you melt against him, fucked out and flushed, pressed to his chest.

“…We should do this again,” he mumbles.

“Next time,” you pant, smiling, “I wanna see if you can make me squirt.”

He chokes, on what little air he's breathing.

But you’re still trembling.

Your panties are hanging off one ankle, his cum is drying on your sleeve, and your pussy is throbbing— still fluttering every now and then like your body can’t believe you actually came. You’re slumped against Satoru’s chest, half-limp, while he rubs soft little circles on your lower back like he’s trying to soothe an overstimulated kitten.

Time is passing and neither of you has said anything in the last full minute.

Except him whispering “holy fuck” under his breath every ten seconds like a mantra.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” he finally says, voice all hushed reverence. “You came.”

You nod, agreeing lazily. Dazed, and still reeling in the high. “Like… a lot.”

“You squirted.”

“I did not.”

“There was liquid. Splash zone level.”

You slap his chest, giggling, but your thighs twitch. You’re so sensitive you could cry, your clit aches in that perfect, pulsing way that means it wants no more and yet… you’re still soaking wet.

And you feel it. That ache deeper inside you now. Heavy and throbbing. Unused.

Unsatisfied.

You shift against him, face buried in the soft cotton of his shirt, and whisper:

“…Satoru?”

“Yeah?”

“I want you to put your fingers in me.”

You feel him freeze. Every muscle goes stiff. His hands still on your back. You feel his dick— hard again— press against your thigh like it heard you first.

“Wha— what.”

You look up at him, breath shaky. “You made me cum from the outside. But I’ve never been touched inside.”

His ears go red.

“I— I don’t wanna hurt you—”

“You won’t.” You take his wrist, place his hand gently against your mound. “I trust you.”

He swallows hard. You begin to guide his fingers between your thighs again, letting him feel how wet you still are. You gasp a little just from the contact— still sensitive, still twitchy.

His voice comes out hoarse. “You’re soaked.”

“Just go slow,” you whisper. “I wanna know what it feels like.”

He moves down again and actually takes his jacket off and spreads it over the tiles beneath you. He's kneeling like it’s instinct now, reverent and worshipful. Like he belongs on the floor for you. He kisses your inner thigh once, sweet and shaky, then stares between your legs like he’s seeing magic.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says.

You nod, open for him by parting your thighs, trembling ever so slightly.

His fingers sliding along your sappy folds, middle finger inching closer to your hole's opening, more slick gathers and pools as it tries to worm its way in.

You gasp at the feeling.. a bit in fear and uncertainty, but he's so gentle, holding you tighter against him.

His finger begins to push in, your tiny hole fighting him, the intrusion. It's nothing like you've ever felt.

Satoru’s breathing stops entirely.

“You’re tight,” he whispers, stunned. “You’re— fuck, you’re so warm, I can feel your pulse.”

You whimper. “Go slow. Just the tip.”

He pushes a little, and you clench involuntarily, sucking him in just a bit.

He moans. Actually moans. Like you’re the one touching him.

“Angel, you’re gripping me.”

You bury your face in your sleeve, whining. “It’s not fair. Your fingers are big.”

He curls his finger just slightly— experimenting— and your entire body jolts.

“Oh— oh fuck!” you cry out.

His eyes go wide. “Was that— was that good?”

“D-do it again,” you pant.

He does. Gentler, carefully pressing just right, and your walls flutter around him so tightly it’s like your body doesn’t know how to handle it.

“You’re so wet,” he mumbles. “You’re sucking me in.”

You grab his wrist. “Try two.”

He stares. “Are you sure?”

“Please, Satoru.”

You’re breathless, begging.

He shivers like it physically affects him.

He slides another finger in— and your pussy stretches around him, tighter than he expected. Your mouth drops open. Your thighs twitch.

“Oh my god,” you gasp.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me— I can’t move,” he moans.

You rock your hips, helping him, whining through your teeth.

It’s deep. It’s thick. He curls again— and you sob, eyes fluttering back.

“There— oh my god there, right there—”

His fingers are hooked now, rubbing that spongey spot deep inside that makes your eyes cross. His thumb finds your clit on instinct, and suddenly you’re wailing, your whole body shaking, your pussy clenching so hard around his fingers he can barely move.

You cum again, messier and needy. Your velvet walls constricting his fingers in waves.

And he watches, awed, wrecked. His other hand supporting you as your thighs tremble uncontrollably.

He doesn’t even pull out.

He just whispers, “You’re so beautiful when you cum.”

And you start crying.

Happy tears. Dumb overwhelmed tears. Because no one’s ever touched you like this, seen you like this, loved your body with nothing but his hands and awe.

He kisses your forehead.

You sniffle. “I want you inside me someday.”

He nods. “Me too.”

“…But I might have to train for it.”

He laughs, breathless. “Me too. My heart can’t take this.”

You null away on his chest for a minute. Exhausted by everything your body's endured tonight, your panties still on the floor, his arms still secured tight around you and he press soft kisses to the top of your head.

Eventually when he slowly eases his fingers out of you, you're relaxed, no longer holding them hostage, it slides out with a flurry of slick gushing out, all what's been welling up and stuffed inside your cunt for the entire time.

He rubs it up and down your pussylips then into your clit one last time before he's bringing his fingers to his lips, and moaning as your flavour hits his tongue. Finally, getting a taste of you and he couldn't be more pleased at the tangy-sweetness of it.

Satoru licks his fingers clean, savouring it and after he's the one reaching for your panties, tugging them back up along with your leggings as he tells you softly to, "Raise your hips for me please, angel. Good girl, just like that." You do, and he secures them back in place, cunt still pulsing. Fresh slick soaking your panties again.

Satoru stands first, all long limbs and easy grace and he reaches down for you next. His hands are warm as he pulls you up from the bathroom floor. His jacket lies there still, a dark wet patch blooming where your cunt had soaked through.

Heat floods your cheeks, you're quick to mumble an apology, eyes glassy with leftover pleasure and sudden shyness.

He just chuckles softly. Bends to snatch the jacket up like it’s nothing. He balls it in one hand and tucks it under his arm.

“Shh, angel. It’s fine.”

He cups your face, thumbs brushing your flushed skin. Then he kisses you slow and deep, tasting like sin and sweetness. “One wash and it’ll be brand new. Don’t worry about it.”

He doesn’t tell you he plans to keep it exactly like this. A filthy little souvenir, from tonight.

His fingers lace with yours as he leads you out of the stall. The movie is long forgotten. He keeps you tucked close against his side the whole way through the emptying theater. The night air hits cool when you step outside.

In the car he drives with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh. Possessive and gentle.

Later that night you lie in bed, sheets tangled around your legs. Your phone glows in the dark. Heart hammering, you type the silly questions anyway.

you 🩷 so… are we... dating? omg omg am i your girlfriend now?!

His reply comes instantly.

toru 🩵 i knew we were soulmates when you asked to see my dick aaaand called it "pretty" ilysm angel omg

You giggle into your pillow, face burning. Your chest feels too full. Tonight was crazy. Wild and messy and perfect.

But now one, no two orgasms later and Satoru Gojo is yours. Officially. The nerd from the Doraemon expo.

You fall asleep smiling stupidly into your pillow, already wondering when you’ll feel his hands on you again.

『••✎••』

Peter’s mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle in front of him. You were a mess—a soaked, trembling, sobbing mess—and for a terrifying second, he thought someone had hurt you. His senses went into overdrive, cataloging every detail: the scent of rain and chemicals clinging to your clothes, the frantic, arrhythmic beat of your heart against his chest, the salt of your tears soaking into the collar of his shirt. He was ready to bolt, to hunt down whoever or whatever had caused this, to make them pay.

But then you pulled back, just enough to look at him, and what he saw in your eyes wasn’t fear or pain. It was recognition. A deep, soul-shattering understanding that made his blood run cold.

And he knew. He knew before you even said the words. You weren’t running from something. You were running to him because you finally, truly, understood. You believed him in the way he needed, the way he had never, ever expected anyone to.

You believed him and it was destroying you. The girl who had been so kind, so gentle, so quietly resilient, was breaking right in front of him, and it was all because of him. Because of the truth he had selfishly laid at your feet. He had thought giving you the truth would be a gift. A relief. But looking at you now, he saw it for what it was: a curse.

He didn’t know what to do. His entire life, people had relied on him for strength. May had relied on him to be responsible. MJ had relied on him to be honest. Ned had relied on him to be the hero. Spider-Man was supposed to have the answers. He was supposed to be the one who fixed things.

But what did you need him to be? Spider-Man couldn’t stop the storm outside. He couldn’t erase the grief etched onto your face. And Peter Parker… Peter Parker caused this. How could he comfort someone when he was the very source of their pain?

He made a decision. Not a hero decision. A Peter Parker decision. He guided you further into the apartment, his hands gentle but firm on your arms. He maneuvered you around a stack of textbooks and a precariously balanced pile of takeout containers, leading you to the one piece of furniture that wasn’t salvaged from a curb: the armchair. He gently pushed you down into it, then dropped to his knees in front of you, looking up at you with an expression of such raw, unguarded concern that it made your breath hitch.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “Don’t move.”

He was up and moving before you could respond, a blur of motion. He returned a moment later with the towel from the floor, now warm from being draped over a radiator, and a large, worn-out sweatshirt that smelled faintly of detergent and… him. He gently draped the towel over your shivering shoulders, then started unwrapping the wet lab coat from your body, his movements clumsy but careful, like he was defusing a bomb instead of taking off a piece of clothing.

You were too numb to protest, too overwhelmed to do anything but let him. He peeled the soaked fabric from your arms and tossed it aside, then held out the sweatshirt.

“Here,” he said. “Put this on. You’ll get sick.”

You nodded, your fingers fumbling with the damp hem of your own shirt. He waited patiently, his gaze fixed on a spot just over your shoulder, giving you a sliver of privacy in the small, cluttered room. You pulled the sweatshirt over your head, the soft, warm fabric enveloping you like a cocoon. It was too big, the sleeves swallowing your hands, the hem falling down to your mid-thigh. You were swimming in it, swimming in him. And for the first time since you’d run out of the lab, you felt a semblance of warmth return to your body.

He was still on his knees in front of you, looking up at you with those big, brown eyes that held a universe of pain. He reached out, not to touch you, but to peel away your set of safety goggles, which you’d forgotten you were still wearing. He set them aside on a nearby stack of books, then just… looked at you. He looked at you as if you were a piece of art in a museum, with a kind of reverence and a hint of sadness.

“You saw them, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. He knew. Of course he knew. He saw the truth in your eyes, the same way he’d seen the truth in your kindness in that cafe, the same way he saw the truth in that quote on your book.

You just nodded, a fresh wave of tears welling up in your eyes. You tried to speak, to tell him about Ned and MJ, about Mr. Harrington and the AV cart, but the words got stuck in your throat, coming out as a series of choked, incomprehensible sobs.

He didn’t need the words. He understood. He just gave a small, sad nod, a silent acknowledgment of your shared burden. Then, in a move that was both utterly heartbreaking and profoundly comforting, he leaned forward and rested his forehead on your lap. You felt the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of the sweatshirt, the slight tremor in his body. You were reminded at that moment that he wasn’t just the boy who was erased, who had to live with being erased. He was also secretly the friendly-neighborhood hero, bearing the weight of two worlds.

You kept forgetting about that part.

You let your hand fall to his head, your fingers tangling in his damp, soft hair. You could feel the slight, rhythmic buzz of his senses working overtime, cataloging your every shudder, every hitched breath, every frantic beat of your heart. But it wasn’t invasive. It was… intimate. A quiet, unspoken conversation between two people who existed in a space no one else could see.

“Is this… is this what it feels like?” you managed to choke out, your voice hoarse. “All the time?”

He didn’t lift his head, but you felt him nod against your knee. “A little,” he whispered. “You get used to it.”

He was lying. You both knew he was lying. You don’t get used to being a ghost. You just learn how to haunt the living.

He finally pulled back, looking up at you with an intensity that made your heart ache. His hair was a mess from your fingers, so much so that you had to fight back the urge to smooth it down.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?” you asked, your voice cracking with a mixture of anger and sorrow. “When you were at the cafe… you made it sound like a metaphor. With how you described it, I thought… I don’t know what I thought. But I didn’t think this. I didn’t think that I would ask about you and get blank stares. I didn’t think I had to convince my own mind that you were real.”

“What was I supposed to say?” he asked, his voice rising with a frustration that had been building for a year. “That I caused the multiverse to almost collapse, and to fix it, I had to make everyone I ever loved forget me? That my aunt’s last words were to a stranger? That I’ve been living in a glorified closet, eating expired microwave meals, talking to myself because the silence is so loud it feels like it’s going to crush me?!”

He was on his feet now, pacing the small length of the room, the frantic energy returning with a vengeance. “I barely know how to say it to myself without wanting to punch a hole through the wall! How was I supposed to say it to you? To the only person on the planet who doesn’t look through me? What was I supposed to do, scare you away? Have you look at me with the same… pity… that I see in my own reflection?!”

He stopped, his back to you, his shoulders slumping in defeat. You could see the tension in the lines of his back, the way his hands were clenched into fists at his sides.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice muffled. “I didn’t mean to yell. I just… what was I supposed to say?”

You watched him, your own tears momentarily forgotten. You saw the desperation in his posture, the raw, unfiltered pain. He wasn’t angry at you. He could never be angry at you. He was angry at the universe, at the cruel, cosmic joke that had become his life. And he was terrified. Terrified that you, the one miracle, the one anchor, would be snatched away just like everything else.

So you did the only thing you could think to do. You stood up, the sweatshirt—a tangible reminder of his care—hanging on your small frame like a shield. You walked over to him and, without a word, wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your cheek against the tense muscles of his back.

You didn’t say anything. You just held him. You let him feel the warmth of your body, the steady rhythm of your breathing. You let him know just how much strength he had. That he wasn’t alone.

He was tense for a long moment, a coiled spring of grief and anger. Then, slowly, incrementally, he began to relax. He leaned back into your embrace, the fight draining out of him, leaving behind a hollow ache. He brought one of his hands up, covering yours where they were clasped over his stomach, his fingers entwining with yours.

“You could have said that,” you whispered, your lips brushing against the fabric of his shirt. “I would have listened. I would have tried to understand.”

“You’re trying to understand now,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “And look what it’s doing to you.”

“Then let it,” you said, your voice firm with a conviction that surprised even you. “Don’t you get it, Peter? That’s what friends do. They carry the heavy stuff together. You don’t have to be strong for me. You don’t have to be a hero. You can just… be. Be Peter Parker. And I’ll be right here.”

He turned in your arms, slowly, until he was facing you. His eyes were red-rimmed, his face etched with a sorrow so profound it seemed to age him by years. He looked at you, and for the first time, you saw something other than pain in his eyes. You saw… hope—a fragile, flickering ember in the vast darkness of his loneliness.

“Friends?”

He said the word with a mixture of wonder and disbelief, like he was trying on a coat that hadn’t fit him in a year. Friends didn’t seem like a big enough word for what you were, for what he needed you to be. It was too small, too simple for the weight of this truth.

“Just friends?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

You looked at him—at the boy who could apparently lift a bus, who could swing between skyscrapers, who could face down aliens and monsters, but was terrified of being forgotten. You saw the vulnerability in his eyes, the desperate, hopeful plea for something more than just a shared burden.

And in that moment the past came into play, for both of you. For him, it was all those years in high school where you had been just a face in the crowd. All those missed opportunities, all those silent observations, all those what-ifs that had suddenly become painfully relevant when he found you. In a matter of days, those short conversations and your quiet presence had become more real to him than years of memories with people who no longer knew his name.

The cafe conversation, the hug, the sticky note—it all came rushing back to him, a kaleidoscope of moments that had led to this. You had been there, all along, a quiet observer in the background of his life, and he had been too preoccupied with his own world to see you. And now, here you were, as if the universe had given him a second chance, a do-over for all the times he had been too busy, too distracted, too Spider-Man to just be a teenager.

And for you, it was all those years of watching from the sidelines. All those times you played observer instead of participant. All those moments you chose your textbooks over a chance at a real connection. You saw him—the boy who was always running, the boy who was always kind, the boy who was always just out of reach. And you had done nothing. You had let him run right past you, too caught up in your own quiet world of grades and expectations to see that he might have needed another friend. The trip to Europe was proof of that. You had seen the grief on his face and you did nothing. Nothing.

A wave of guilt washed over you, so strong it almost brought you to your knees. You regretted everything. The silence. The lost years. You should’ve gone to those parties. You should’ve spoken up in class. You should’ve gone up to him in Venice and asked if he was okay, even if you had never spoken a word to him before. You should have said something. Anything.

You looked at him, at the hope in his eyes, and you knew, with a certainty that was both terrifying and exhilarating, that ‘friends’ was not enough. It was a start, a crucial and necessary start, but it wasn’t the end. It wasn’t what this was. This was bigger than friendship. This was… fated. A cosmic collision of two lonely souls who had been orbiting each other for years, never quite close enough to touch, until a cataclysmic event had finally forced them into each other’s gravitational pull.

You took a deep breath, the air catching in your lungs as you made a decision. A decision to stop watching. A decision to start living. A decision to finally, after all these years, take a risk.

“If not friends,” you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation, “then what would you call this, Pete?”

You let the nickname slip, a casualty of the intimacy, a sign that the old rules no longer applied. You saw the way it made him flinch, not in a bad way, but in a way that suggested it was a long-forgotten word that suddenly held new meaning.

“What would you call us?” you pressed, your eyes locked on his, daring him to give you an answer.

And he didn’t know how to. Not in words, anyway. He’d spent the last year learning that words were flimsy, unreliable things that could be erased with a wave of a hand. They were promises that could be broken, memories that could be rewritten. But actions… actions had weight. They had consequences. They had a truth that couldn’t be denied.

So instead of answering, he did the only thing he could think to do. The only thing that felt right.

He leaned in and kissed you.

Slowly, making it known he was giving you all the power. If you were to pull away now, he’d let you. If you had even a spark of hesitation in your eyes, he would have stopped. One of his perks of being him was seeing it all before it even happened. Spider-sense aside, he’d learned how to read people. And what he was reading in you now was all about the courage to take a chance. So that’s what he did.

His lips were hesitant at first, a question rather than an answer, a gentle exploration of this new, uncharted territory. He tasted of rain and grief and a desperate, aching hope that made your heart ache with a sweetness you had never known before. You responded in kind, your lips parting slightly, a silent invitation.

He knew immediately this was your first kiss. It wasn’t hard to figure out. The slight tremble in your lips, the way your hands remained at your sides, unsure of what to do. He would’ve smiled if he wasn’t so busy. So he made it a point to show you what to do, to lead you in a dance as old as time itself. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, the space between you disappearing until there was nothing but the shared heat of your bodies and the frantic, synchronized beating of your hearts. Your own hands came up to rest on his chest, feeling the solid, reassuring thump of his heart beneath your palm, a steady rhythm against the chaos of your own.

This was it. This was the answer to your question. This was what you were. This was what this was. It wasn’t friendship. It wasn’t pity. It wasn’t even a second chance. It was a beginning. A new beginning, born from the ashes of two lives that had been consumed by fire.

The kiss deepened, growing in confidence and intensity, a conversation without words. You weren’t the quiet girl in the front of the class anymore. He wasn’t the ghost haunted by a past that no one else could remember. You were just two people, two lost souls who had finally found their eye in the middle of a hurricane.

He was the one to pull away, not out of hesitation, but out of a need to breathe, to see, to process the monumental shift that had just occurred. He rested his forehead against yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes closed, as if he was trying to burn this moment into his memory, to hold onto it with every fiber of his being. His hands were still on your waist, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles on the fabric of the sweatshirt that now smelled like both of you.

You were breathless, your head spinning, your body humming with a new and unfamiliar energy. You felt… seen. Truly seen. Not for your grades or your quiet demeanor or your potential, but for you. For the girl who had watched and waited and regretted. For the girl who had finally found the courage to speak up, to reach out, to take a chance.

You opened your eyes, finding him already looking at you, a soft, wondrous smile playing on his lips. It wasn’t a sad smile. It wasn’t a tired smile. It was a real smile. A Peter Parker smile. And it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

It took you a second to realize he was humming a song. It was soft, so quiet you almost thought you were imagining it. But you recognized it immediately. It was that one song you were always listening to in class, the one with the intricate guitar riff and the haunting lyrics. The one you’d been listening to on your headphones the day he ran into you, as well as the day in the cafe.

And ironically, thinking back, it had matched the situation more than you realized. The one about being lost and found, about being seen and unseen, about saving someone from the wreckage of a life they thought was over.

And he knew it, too. He heard it first through your headphones. And since then, he heard it everywhere he went, and for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what it was. He tried Shazaming it, he tried humming it to Siri, he tried searching the lyrics, but nothing.

Then, on a night he was feeling nostalgic and pulled out one of May’s old record players, he found it. Tucked away in a box of her old vinyls, a record by a band he’d remembered as her favorite. He played it, and he listened. And he understood.

He understood the lyrics, the melody, the ache behind it all. He understood why it had been playing on a loop in your head, why it had been following him around like a shadow. Because it was his song. It described his life to a tee. The feeling of being erased, of being a stranger in your own life, of knowing that the one person who saw you could be the one thing that could save you.

And when he looked at you now, he didn’t see the quiet girl from the front of the class. He saw the girl who had been listening to the soundtrack to his life, even before she knew she was in the movie. He saw the girl who had been singing the words he couldn’t say, feeling the pain he couldn’t show, holding the hope he couldn’t find.

He stopped humming, the last note hanging in the air between you, a fragile, ephemeral thing. You didn’t have to ask what it was because you were singing the same song. Always have been.

He didn’t know what tomorrow would look like. He didn’t know how you were going to help him, how you were going to navigate this strange new reality that only the two of you could see. He didn’t know how you were going to convince the world that a boy named Peter Parker existed, or if you even could.

But as he looked at you, as the lyrics said:

“…because maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me.”

He knew one thing for sure: that you would. And you did in more ways than you could possibly imagine. You saved him from the silence, from the loneliness, from the crushing weight of being the only one who remembered. You saved him from himself.

You were his wonderwall. And after today, he was starting to believe he might have been yours, too.

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"but what if he walks in again?"

"don't worry about it, i put a sock on the doorknob... just in case."

you ruffle peter's hair, dipping your head down so your faces are just inches apart.

"you're so extra, pete. you could've just texted him."

"i know, but i really wanted to piss him off this time."

"i feel kind of bad, though. we've been sexiling him a lot lately."

peter moves his hands down to your hips, guiding you forward so your clothed center presses against him. he gives you a cheeky smile.

"so next time we'll go to your dorm and sexile betty."

you scoff at peter and capture his lips in a kiss. he bucks his hips up, into you, needing you. you need him just as bad.

you can't seem to get enough of each other recently, so much so that you'll go at it anytime and anywhere. your friends aren't too happy about it. they either get kicked out of the room or banned from entering.

you and peter finish undressing each other, fast but somehow still not fast enough. in one swift motion peter flips you over and grabs your leg, lifting it up to his shoulder. his dark eyes lock with yours. you nod repeatedly, desperately. he pushes into you with ease, a moan instantly falling from his lips.

"fuck, baby."

you hum happily. peter keeps his hips still for a moment, lets himself fill you up and feel you wrapped around him. he takes the opportunity to connect your lips once again in a slow kiss. you smile into the kiss and curl your other leg around peter's waist, encouraging him to move. he pulls out of you just enough so he can thrust back in.

peter begins to find a rhythm as his cock thrusts into you again and again. he can tell it's one you like by the way you grab at his shoulders and let out soft moans. he holds your leg in place on his shoulder so he keeps hitting the right spot, at the right angle. you can feel yourself drip between your thighs from how bad you'd wanted him and how good he's fucking you.

"pete... feels so good, baby."

neither of you are making any effort to be quiet. peter presses his forehead to yours, hips moving at the same perfect pace. you take his face in either of your hands. you close your eyes and focus on the pleasure. peter brings a hand down to rub your clit, earning a gasp from you at the sudden intensified feeling. he chuckles at your reaction.

"you like that?"

"mm, you know i do."

"wanted to hear you say it anyway."

you groan at peter's cockiness, but god does it turn you on.

"of course you did."

peter continues stroking in and out of you as his middle and ring fingers circle your clit. you crane your neck so you can kiss across peter's jaw, his chin, then back to his lips, his tussled hair tickling your forehead. you give him a look, the look with the eyes that gets him every time.

"harder."

peter brings your other leg up to his shoulders, holding them both in place, starting to pound into you. he groans out a fuck. you arch your back and reach up, hands still cupping his cheeks. you're breathless and he's panting. you want more and more, as much of him as you can take, even more than that.

"oh my god, y/n. shit, baby."

"needed you so bad, pete."

"i’m all yours."

peter takes one of your hands and kisses your palm. you squeeze your intertwined hands, eyes fluttering closed in pure bliss.

the moment is interrupted when you two hear harry call from outside.

"again, parker? really?"

he bangs on the door for emphasis. peter stifles a laugh, continuing to thrust into you, making you have to stifle a moan.

"hey, man! respect the sock!"

"yeah. you're a real class act, you two."

you wait until harry leaves to join peter in a fit of giggles. you push some damp hair out of his face, scrunching up your nose.

"okay, yeah. my place next time."

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Your favorite song is blasting on the aux. There were no signs of thunderstorms or heavy rain when you left the dorms. You didn't even check the weather app.

Fast forward... the brutal drops of rain hit your car. Your music earlier? Turned off. You're just trying so hard to focus on driving. The dim roads didn't help either. Yet, you still have to drive for another two hours before you reach home.

Thud.

The car suddenly stopped, "what the fucking fuckkkk?!!" you jumped from your seat. You turned the engine on and off, in hopes that it'll run again. "No no noooo" you slammed your forehead on the steering wheel. Then you remembered that your roommate had told you to change your goddamn tire. You do have a spare tire, but not the tools.

You screamed in frustration. "How can I be so dumb arghhhh." You grabbed your phone and tried calling your parents, siblings, friends, basically everyone at this point. But to no fucking luck, yet again, it kept saying "no signal"

You looked around the place to see if you have any idea where you might be. It looked like a suburb. Your eyes squinted hard, vision unclear because of the rain. Then you spotted a house with lights on, on the porch.

It's either you sleep in the car, and wait till morning cus this shitass rain won't be stopping anytime soon, that you can tell. Or you go to the house and ask to borrow some tools. You'll just have to figure out how to change a tire later on. You bit your fingernail, thinking hard. Then, you finally decided.

"Ask for some help it is." you opened your compartment and scrambled through, hoping to find your umbrella. But right now, you might just be the unluckiest person in the world. "Of fucking course I left my umbrella" you sighed in annoyance.

You got out of the car, body shivering from the cold water. You ran towards the house.

Ding— no response.

Ding— no response.

Your index finger was about to press that button again, when— "What is itttt??!" a little boy, probably 6 years old, greeted you. His face scrunched and is holding a big ass ipad with both of his hands. He looked up, "Ohhh a pretty lady!" he suddenly shrieked once he got a proper view of you. You smiled awkwardly.

"Umm hi.. Is your mommy home?"

"I have no mommy," the boy said, sounding unbothered.

"How about your daddy? Is he home?" you ask, as you look around the house.

"Yep, my papa's here. Are you one of his pretty ladies? It's been a while since a pretty lady came to our house." he said, tilting his head.

"Uhh no, I don't think I know your papa. Can you call him for me? I need some help" you said, then introduced yourself.

"Papa!!! Someone's here!!!" he shouted with all his might. Then his head turned towards you. "My name is Megumi," he said, still unbothered, tapping away on his ipad.

You wrapped your arms around your shaking body, your lips slightly quivering. You turned around to look at your car.

"Gumi, what did I tell you about opening the door on strangers?" A deep voice entered the scene. You quickly turned around and were faced with a tall, jaw-dropping, one hell of a man, scratching his head. Making his shirt ride up, revealing his toned abs underneath. His sweat pants rest dangerously low on his hip. You're starstruck. You blink a few times before proper words come out of your mouth.

"Oh I'm so sorry for disturbing you. It wasn't his fault! I kept on ringing the doorbell. I really really need some help" you rambled, pressing your hands together, showing an apologetic look.

"But it's a pretty lady, papa. You love pretty ladie—" the boy's words got cut off when his dad shut him up with his big hand, covering the poor Megumi's whole face. After struggling from the big man's hold, Megumi ran away. You couldn't help but giggle.

The man shifts his attention to you. "You're soaking wet. What 'ya need help for?" he asked.

"I was on my way home, but my tire got busted. Do you have some tools I can borrow?" you say shyly, forcing a smile.

"Do I have some tools? Sweetheart, I am the tool." He said, chuckling. The scar on his lip moving as he speaks, "I'm a mechanic. Toji." his hand reaches out. You took it and shook each other's hands, while introducing yourself.

"Where's your car?"

You pointed out outside, just a few walks away from their house. "There". He hummed in response.

"Do you even know how to change your wheel?" Toji questioned, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Nope" you pursed your lips together forming a line. He nodded his head as a response.

"Okay then, I'll help you fix it. You should dry up first. Hold on." he walked away. Then came back with a fluffy towel, handing it to you.

"Thank you, Mr. Toji" you say, beaming a smile.

"Come in." he tilts his head to the side once, gesturing you to come inside.

After wrapping your body with the provided towel, and removing your slippers, you finally stepped inside. Your eyes scan the surroundings. It looks clean and tidy. Almost everything is in muted colors, mostly black. Decorated with minimalist furniture and a bunch of Megumi's picture frames on the wall, displayed on the foyer. You stare in awe.

You stopped in front of a big picture frame of both Toji and Megumi. "You have a lovely home, Mr. Toji"

"Thanks. The kid really does his part in making it a home. Despite his unusual personality, sometimes. And drop the mister. Do I look that old? Just call me Toji" he said, scratching the back of his head.

"Of course not! You look whatever your age is, probably even younger" your words flattered him.

"How old are you?"

"23, what about you?" you replied, still looking at the pictures.

He clicked his tongue. "30. Anyway, you hungry? We still have some leftovers from dinner." he asks, you look at him.

"Oh not at all. I ate some snacks in the car haha. No worries, thanks for asking anyway" you wave your hands. Remember the bad luck from earlier? Yeah... it came back. Because your stomach grumbled louder than the thunderstorm. Your eyes widen.

Toji laughed at you. "Come on, I'll fix you up a plate" he gestures you into the kitchen.

He sat you on the table as he heats up the food. After a while, you are now presented with mouth-watering food. You looked up to the man from your seat. "Thank you so much, it looks really good!"

"Eat up. I'll go find you some clothes to change into. Might catch a cold" Before turning his heel to walk away, Megumi popped out of nowhere and sat beside you. "Hey Gumi, don't give the pretty lady a hard time now, would 'ya" he teases.

"I won't. I'm not annoying like you, papa" You can feel Toji fume with rage right now, as you try your best not to laugh. But he takes a deep breath and walks away.

Now, you're left alone with Megumi. "How old are you, Gumi?" you ask, whilst cutting the meat on your plate.

"I'm 5 years old" he bluntly answered, while playing with his wolf stuffed toy.

"You're a smart 5-year-old"

"Really??" his eyes glowed at your remark.

You smiled at him. "Yes! Like really really smart!" you couldn't help but pinch his chubby cheeks.

"Am I handsome? Papa says I look like a sea urchin because of my hair" his lips pout and he crosses his arms. You giggled at him.

"Well of course you're a handsome little lad" you playfully elbow him. "You look exactly like your papa"

"Oh so you think my papa's handsome??" Your smile faded at his words.

"That's not what I meant, I just think you're handsome and you look like your papa" you say, trying to convince him to think otherwise. Toji came back holding a pair of shorts and a shirt.

Then Megumi opens his mouth, "Papa, she thinks you're handsome" he says to the man as he places the clothes on the table. You tried to cover his mouth but he talked too fast.

"Does she, now" Toji coos

"Hey! That's not what I said! I said, you're the handsome one, Gumi" you face Megumi, giving him a playful glare.

"So you think I'm ugly, then?" Toji crosses his arms over his chest. The muscles on his forearm flex, you stare for a good five seconds. "Eyes up here" he said, pointing to his eyes.

You gulped. "W-well that's not what I meant either. It's just that Gumi was asking if he's handsome and then he said that you said that— fine. You're both handsome" you sighed in defeat.

"See, papa. The pretty lady likes you!" Megumi adds another fuel to the fire. Toji cackled at his son's once-in-a-while playfulness.

"It's late, Gumi. Bed time" he directs the kid to his room. Megumi didn't fight his dad and obliged.

Then Toji sits on your opposite side of the table, facing you. "Sorry for that. I just played along 'cus he's rarely like that" he said, shaking his head, still laughing.

"It's okay, he's such a cutie. And he's really smart for his age. What're you feeding him, my goodness" you replied, as you finished up your plate.

"Hmmm well I only feed him real food. No junk food shit. I guess that helps" you nodded, agreeing with his words.

"The food's absolutely amazing, did you cook this?"

"Yeah. I'm a great cook, even greater at eating." You nearly died choking on the water you were drinking. "God damn. Slow down" he approaches you and pats your back. After a few coughs you wave your hand at him.

"I'm okay" you say, giving him a thumbs up.

"I don't think I'll be able to fix your car while it's raining this hard. You can just stay here for the night. We have a guest room, you're more than welcome to spend the night" Toji said, now leaning on the kitchen counter. You were taken back at his words, "what a kind gentleman" you thought.

"Thank you so so much. You're being so kind, I don't know how to make it up to you. But if you need any help with Megumi's assignments or a babysitter, I'll be here!" you stood up from your seat, giving him a salute. He snorted at your action.

"C'mon now. It's nothing, just trying to keep 'ya safe. Can't have you sleeping outside. The guest room has a bathroom as well. You can freshen up before changing" you nodded at him. Then, you went to the sink in an attempt to wash the plate. But he was quick to get it from your hands.

His massive figure hovered yours. "No guest of mine washes the dishes" he said, looking down at you. You took a step back and laughed nervously.

"Ohh my bad. I'll go ahead and take a shower then. Thanks again, Toji" you say, trying to avert the tension into a light one.

You set the water to the perfect temperature before going in the shower. As the warm water runs down your body, you can't help but think of the man who ever so kindly took you in for the night.

You squeezed your legs together, feeling more heated remembering the way he looked at you. That smitten look even when you were outside his door. Your hand moved on its own.

"Mmh— aah" a breathy moan escapes your lips, as your middle finger rubs your clit. Toji's face kept flashing in your mind. His big arms, those juicy pecs, his toned abs, that goddamn sexy face. Your finger rubs your nub faster. You leaned on the shower wall, trying to get your high.

"O-ohh fuckk, ahhh Toji" you moaned, imagining him finger you. You grinded against your hand, the other grabbing one of your breasts. You squeezed your tit, then a few more circles on your clit, and you orgasmed. "S-shittt Toji— ahh don't stop" you pant.

Once you calm down, "What the fuck am I doing" you shook your head at your actions. Then proceed to wash yourself up. After a good 15-minute scrubbing, and a whole ton of songs, you stepped out and grabbed a clean towel.

You dried yourself up, as you're about to change— "Fuck, I left the clothes on the table" you face palmed yourself.

Towel wrapped around your damp body, you sneakily go out to go to the kitchen. As you're about to walk past the living room, you heard something.

No, someone.

Along with the faint sound of the tv, there's heavy breathing, grunts, and... wet squelches?

You peaked on the wall, your eyes almost popped out of your eye sockets. Behold, the most erotic thing you've ever witnessed your whole life. Toji was seated, legs spread wide, his head resting on the back of the couch, as his right hand went up and down his gigantic cock. The light on the tv flickering on him. When a bright color popped on the tv, his cock was basically begging to be looked at.

Long and girthy. It even looks heavy, his mushroom tip stands out as his hand goes down to pump himself. Veins wrapping around, almost popping from the looks of it. He went faster, and you can see how he tightened his fist around his dick. He bit his lip, trying to suppress his moans.

"Fuckkk" he moaned as he oozed his cum on his stomach. Then you hear him clearly breath out your name. "You like the show, pretty?" he said, turning to look at you, lurking on the wall. His eyes hooded, still feeling his post-orgasm bliss.

Your eyes widen, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. I was just gonna get the clothes" you retorted, shifting your body to reveal yourself from stupidly trying to hide.

"Hmmm I was gonna put it in your room, but you were busy doing other things than showering. Thought you'd just have to get it yourself" his hand, still stroking his cock.

"You heard me??" you ask, finally looking up at him.

He snickered. "Oh I definitely didn't. I absolutely didn't hear you moaning my name in my shower— Ahh Toji" he said, taunting you. Mocking your shameless moans from earlier.

You nibbled on your lower lip from embarrassment. "I apologize for doing that, after being so kind to me—"

"C'mere" his voice came out deep. You don't know what possessed you, but your feet are moving your body towards him. Once you stand in front of him, "Kneel" Your eyes are glued on the floor.

You looked at him with confusion, still processing the current events. "Fix what you started. On your knees" he points his finger to the space between his legs.

And you fucking did.

"Now that's a good girl. You want my cock, huh?" you bit your lip. Doe eyes staring at him, you nodded your head. Eagerly. "Then take it. Suck me good and proper. Would 'ya now, sweetheart?"

Your hand slowly reaches for his cock. You gulp as you feel him twitch at your touch. He hissed when your thumb ran along the slit of his wet tip. Toji grabbed your hair, "Don't fucking tease me. Get that slutty mouth of yours to work" he said, forcing you to look at him, making you whimper.

You stick your tongue out and licked his precum, then sucked his tip. "Mmmhh" Toji's grasp on your hair loosened as his head tilted back, eyes closed.

Your hand tries to wrap around his dick, but it's just too fucking thick. You bring your other hand and wrap around the rest. You let go of his tip with a sounding—pop. Then, he looks down at you. "Spit on it" you spit on his cock, he chuckles at your obedience.

After coating him, you begin to mouth him— inch by inch. Until he hits the back of your throat, making you gag a little. The remaining length of his cock being taken care of by your hands. Your jaw almost locks by how big he is.

You're bobbing your head up and down, you looked at him. His eyes are already devouring yours. He grins at you, his hand putting away your still-wet hair from your face. Suddenly, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him good. He let out a guttural moan. "A-ahhh fuuu-uckk" His hip jolted upwards. You continue to work your mouth, your eyes filling with tears by how his tip brushes the back of your throat.

"S-shiiit babyy. Keep going—hahh" he desperately reaches for his orgasm. You give him what he wants. You bobbed your head faster and wrapped around him tighter. He grabs your head and helps you move up and down. You feel him shiver and his cock twitches— Toji shoots his cum in your mouth. "Mnghh fuckk" he rolled your name in his tongue so sweetly. The tears in your eyes, finally roll down your cheeks. He's warm, thick and salty.

You lick the remnants of his cum that dripped out of your mouth, as he catches his breath. Toji cups your face and brings you closer to him. He crashes his lips into yours, tasting his own fluid still in your mouth. "Mhhhmp" you moan in his mouth.

He let go and reclined his position on the couch. He stared you down, while licking his lips. Then, he yanked your towel. You felt goosebumps, being exposed to the cold air— and him. "Oh fuck" he admires your bare body.

Then, he slides down to sit on the ground. His head laid on the seat of the couch. You stare in utter confusion. "Sit on my face, baby" he says, smirking. His hands rubbing on your bare thighs. He guided you, your thighs on the sides of his face, you used the back of the couch for support.

Toji holds the plush of your hips. "You're already so wet. Be a good girl and fill me up good, hmm?" he mumbles to your pussy. He then forces you down to his face.

"A-ahhh y-yess feels so— mmnghh" you blabber as he plays with your pussy with his tongue. You grind your hips on his face, making him grunt. The vibration sends shivers down your spine. His tongue continues to bully your pussy as he eats you so good and messy.

The flat of his tongue melting perfectly at your cunt. Then— he inserts it inside you. Your head snapped to your back, eyes rolling and mouth wide open. You shake on top of his face. The lewd sounds of him licking and sucking you overpowering the ones from the neglected tv, and the sound of the rain hitting the windows. You grab his hair and look between your legs. His eyes are closed and brows are knitted together.

He's eating you out as if he hasn't been fed for years. You feel your tummy twist when he pushes his mouth harder on your clit. "T-tojiii 'm gonna c-cuummm" you moan, grinding and matching his rhythm.

Your legs squeezed his head and your juices gushed out into his mouth. He slurps and licks every drop you give him. Your legs start to shake from the pleasure. He then held your thigh and prompted you to let go of his face.

Toji sits back on the couch, a satisfied grin displayed on his face, the lower glistening from your juices. "You taste so fucking sweet" you straddle him this time.

You both moan when your dripping pussy brushes past his painfully-hard cock. You leaned in and kissed him, tasting yourself. "Clean my face up. Lick yourself away from my face" your mouth moved to his jaw and licked away your traces.

Once you're done, his right holds onto your nape. You tilt your head back a little. "Your car's not the only thing that needs my help, huh?" he says, as his left hand smacks your ass, making you yelp and arch your back.

"Nghh— Y-yess. Need you so bad"

"What do you need, baby? Tell me properly" his left hand shifts to your pussy. He inserts two fingers in. You gasp, holding onto his shoulders.

"N-need your cock— ahhh in m-me" He curls his digits faster into you.

"I can't understand when you stutter like that. C'mon, speak properly" he taunts you.

You bit your lip and tried your best to speak, despite the way his fingers bully your insides. "Mmmhh I want— cockkk. Toji, please fuck me" he snickers.

"Good fucking girl. Shall I give 'ya what you deserve now, hmm?" you quickly nodded.

He lifts you up, positioning his length to your pussy. Then you start to take him, you moan with just his tip. "Fuck. nice and easy, baby" he says as he caresses your back.

You mustered all your courage and smack all the way down. The both of you moaned. Then you moved up and down. You feel every vein on his dick cling to your walls as it goes in and out. Your pussy taking him soooo easy cus of how wet you are.

Your tits bounce along at your pace. Toji hungrily dives into your boobs. Moving his face side to side, giving them equal treatment. "Ahhh- Fuck! T-toji" you mumble as he sucks on one of your nipples. You pump your pussy faster on his dick.

"Good fucking god. You do know how to ride properly— hah y-yeah just like that, baby" he closes his eyes in pure bliss, grunting, while you're a moaning mess on top of him.

Your pace becomes sloppy as you feel your tummy twisting again. Unsatisfied, his hips thrusts upward to meet your hips as you go down. "A-ahh!" you writhe. He continues to fuck you from below, his hands on your hips. You stare at each other. Both of your faces forming a silent o, brows furrowed, and beads of sweat forming on your foreheads.

You catch his lips and he moans in your mouth. After a while, you feel him twitch inside you, again. You pull away from the kiss.

"S-shit. 'M gonna cum, baby. you close?" He asks you, breathing uneven.

"Y-yes just k-keep going like—ohhhh Tojii!" you cry out as you orgasm. Not longer, he became undone as well. He grunts and moans your name as he fills you up with his warm cum.

His head rests on your shoulder. "God damn. That's the best pussy I've ever felt. You're so perfect f'me" he mumbles, breathing heavily. You just hum in return, brain scrambled. He rubs circles on your thighs.

"Toji, 'm tired" you blurt out, head dropping on the crook of his neck. Then, you feel him lift you and pull his dick out, making you whimper a little. He stands up and walks to his room. You're basically half-passed out at this point. But, you're well aware of how gentle he's being. He laid you down and you gave in to your sleepiness.

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Your eyes open as you hear birds chirping. You look out the window and the sunshine's finally come to bless you after that storm yesterday. "Fuck" you quickly remembered what happened last night...

You look down on the blanket and you're wearing the shirt and shorts Toji had offered you. You also don't feel sticky or gross. You smile at the thought of him cleaning you up and dressing you.

You headed to his bathroom, washed your face, and grabbed a new toothbrush from his drawer. Then, as you walked down the stairs, your nose was engulfed by the smell of pancakes.

"Papa, I want wolf pancakes!" Gumi's voice filled the kitchen. You smile as you watch the two. Megumi turns his head upon noticing you. "Good morning!!" he squealed

"Wowww. Someone's in a good mood— Morning, gumi!" you return the excitement to the cut boy as you walk towards him to pinch his cheeks.

Toni turns off the stove and faces you. Your heart dropped to your stomach. You gulped. "Morning, Toji" you say, your cheeks burning red. He puts the pancake on Megumi's plate and drizzles syrup.

"Hmm morning. How's sleep? You rest well?" a smirk slowly crept on his gorgeous sexy face. He steps and closes the distance. "Do ‘ya feel sore or anything?" Toji whispers in your ear, being mindful of his son. Although, he's currently busy, not giving a single care to the world as he digs into his pancake.

"A little. But I'm fine" you say, nibbling on your lip. He hums in response.

"Want some tea to relax your senses?" he teases you, moving away. You glare at him. He cackles a laugh.

"Oh. By the way, your car's all fixed. Hate to say this, but I need to collect service fee"

"Oh really? Thanks! How much??"

"Hmm let's see.. It did take me a while. So... How about a date?"

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I should do some fluff cleanse after this. Love me some mechanic!toji😩

thanks for reading! hope you liked it <3

His smile is soft and charming as he looks you over. You’ve applied a light layer of makeup similar to your look at the party last weekend. Your hair remains in a ponytail, but you’ve thrown on your lucky, sparkly headband for good luck. Not that you needed any luck. Garrett had assured you there was nothing to worry about. 

You suddenly feel like you’re forgetting something. “Oh, my purse!”

You hurry back into your apartment to retrieve it. Your roommate, Paige, and her boyfriend are making pancakes for dinner in the tiny kitchen you share. She isn’t wearing pants, and he’s made himself completely at home in nothing but his boxers. The moment you told her you wouldn’t be back until later, she’d invited him over.

You climb over your neatly made bed to grab your purse from the side table, which leaves you more out of breath than it probably should. Even though it contains only lip gloss, your license, a stick of gum, and a debit card with approximately seventy dollars on it, you feel much more secure carrying it.

When you turn around, Garrett is standing fully in your doorway, his eyes roaming over your shoebox apartment before settling on the couple in the kitchen.

“No way, you're Garrett Graham, right?” Paige’s boyfriend doesn’t go to school at Briar. You remember her saying he was about five years older than her, although you thought he could easily pass for thirty. 

Your heart pounds as Ethan makes his way over to your date, hand out for Garrett to politely shake. He’s close to rambling about Garrett’s last game, and then he brings up the score and some more terms you have no clue about. And because Garrett’s so good at commanding a room and taking up space, which you’ve never been good at, he cuts through the conversation. 

“Ready now, Bunny?”

Paige’s mouth gapes at his words, and you’re left with no time to process your new nickname. “Yes.” You’re next to Garrett in a flash, and his hand becomes wrapped around your waist. “Uhm, I’ll see you guys later!”

You have to close your front door tightly to relieve the awkward tension. “I’m so sorry.”

He shushes you as he leads you down to the elevator, as if he’s already comfortable navigating the building. Once you were in the privacy of the old elevator, Garrett asked, “That’s her fucking boyfriend?”

You nodded quietly. 

“How often is he there?”

“Well, they just got back together–”

“Before she started fucking Dean. How often was he over?”

You shrugged, “A few nights a week, I guess. He works from home.”

You watch as his face twists into something close to disappointment. Or disgust. “And how often does he walk around with no clothes on?”

“Not often,” You say almost to soften the blow, “He’s just comfortable there, I guess. And it’s okay. She makes sure I’m okay with it before he comes over.”

“Ha,” He laughs softly before his lips form a thin line. Bad start to the night, you thought. And it’s all because of Ethan’s Ninja Turtle briefs. The elevator dings, and the two of you walk out to his car. Like a gentleman, he opens your car door for you, and you take the opportunity to get a few deep breaths in as the door shuts and he rounds the hood of the car. 

You’re not sure why it’s so much harder to breathe when you’re close to him. You chalk it up to the two of you practically being strangers and your nerves.

During the drive to Garrett’s house, he doesn’t push the subject of your roommate and her boyfriend, which you’re thankful for. He decides to talk to you about his own roommates instead. You knew Dean, of course, and Garrett makes the point that he’s sweeter than he looks. Although he’s just as sexual as he comes off. Logan is his hardworking best friend. Tucker is also kind and is an amazing cook, according to Garrett. You do your best to listen, but as he parks his car on the street in front of the house, you realize that you’re about to actually meet all of them. Not in the setting of a party being hosted, but a casual weeknight where they’re living life normally. 

The seriousness of the situation hits you. Garrett assured you that the night would be low-key, but what was casual about meeting all of his best friends? 

“You okay?” A smooth voice snaps you out of your spiral. 

You nod, nervously smiling back at him, “Sorry, I’m okay …hungry.”

“Good. C’mon, Tuck made stir-fry.” 

You find that you don't actually need the courage to go inside and say hello to his friends because Garrett's hand on your lower back does the work for you. You don't have to say much. You don't have to figure out where to walk or stand because Garrett guides you.

Tucker stands near the stove, an apron tied around his waist, while Logan and Dean sit on bar stools at the kitchen island. They've already started digging into their meals, and when Tucker presents the two of you with your dinner plates, you can't help but marvel at both the presentation and the amount of food piled onto each one.

"Oh my goodness, you really didn't have to, Tucker—"

"No worries at all. Our casa is su casa, Y/N," he says, his voice warm and welcoming. "And I won't be offended if you don't eat it all. We eat a lot here."

Garrett squeezes your hip, and it serves as a reminder to stop smiling at him like an idiot.

"Thank you so much."

"Thanks, Tuck." Garrett's hand finally leaves your waist so he can grab both plates. "You ready to go upstairs?"

"Yeah," you say, and Logan and Dean exchange a knowing glance.

Garrett tilts his head toward the stairs, and you take that as your cue to follow.

"I-It was nice meeting you guys," you manage to say, offering a small wave.

Logan and Tucker return it immediately. Dean, meanwhile, is already shoveling a spoonful of rice into his mouth. Before anyone can say much else, you hurry after your date.

Garrett's room is large and dark-toned. The windows are huge, but nighttime doesn't offer much light. You've only taken a few steps inside, but the air already feels intimate.

"Your friends seem nice," you say as you stand frozen, your eyes wandering over every poster and piece of memorabilia. "And this house is also... super nice."

"They are. And thanks." Garrett sets the plates down on his nightstand before patting a spot on the other side of the bed. "Sit down and get comfortable."

You'd already taken your shoes off at the door, even though Garrett insisted you didn't have to, so now you're walking around in socks covered with tiny strawberries. You take a seat where he gestures, leaning against his pillows and crossing your legs.

He hands you your plate of food before grabbing his laptop.

"So, what kind of movies do you like to watch, little bookworm?" Garrett asks casually as he settles beside you. He makes sure to close the gap between you, his knee brushing yours and his arm resting against your shoulder.

"We can watch whatever. I don't mind."

"Hmm, okay, but that's not what I asked."

You turn toward him and find that he's already watching you.

"What do you like to watch, Bunny?"

"Uhm." You're suddenly embarrassed as you think over your taste in media. "I like... romance. And historical dramas, I guess. But I understand if you don't want to watch—"

"So what's your favorite movie?"

And that's how you end up watching Little Women with Garrett Graham.

You do your best to tackle the mountain of restaurant-quality food Tucker provided. Garrett finishes his plate, and as the movie plays, he becomes more invested than you'd expected.

The movie reaches the Christmas scenes, where Beth is feeling better and their father returns home. Garrett asks a question—something about whether a certain moment happened in the book—when your phone starts to vibrate.

You pick it up to silence it, only to find five unread messages from your roommate. Worried something bad has happened, you open the text chain.

Paige: Are you still coming home tonight? Paige: Also, is it cool if Ethan stays for the rest of the week? Paige: Since you're gonna be busy with your new friend :) Paige: BTW I can't believe you're hooking up with Garrett Graham and today is the first time I'm hearing about it Paige: Oh and I need rent earlier than the 1st

"What's wrong?"

"What? Nothing."

You realize Garrett has paused the movie.

You know you should ignore her, but then you start thinking about what she'll think if you don't respond. You find yourself staring down at your phone.

"Your hands are shaking."

The deep timbre of his voice sends a shiver down your spine. His mouth is close to your ear, and he's looking down at your phone too.

Instinctively, you tilt the screen away.

"What did she say?"

"I'm sorry I interrupted the movie—"

"Y/N."

Garrett's voice is stern enough to silence the anxious thoughts racing through your mind.

Then he holds out his hand expectantly.

Your heart starts beating faster.

You hesitate—or at least it feels like you do—before handing over your phone.

You wipe your sweaty palms on your pants, uncrossing and recrossing your legs as you let him read the messages.

"So her boyfriend's moving in?"

"Just for the week."

"And she's making you pay half the rent when you sleep on the couch, and she's letting some asshole stay there?"

You can't meet his eyes.

"It pulls out," you mumble.

"Fuck that."

"You don't understand, Garrett. She's been there for me. She really has..."

"Do you even have the money to give her?"

"Yes. Well, I can use my savings until I get paid again—"

"Fuck that for sure. Tell her to fuck off."

A startled yelp escapes you at the shocking suggestion.

Garrett's jaw ticks.

You don't know him well, but even you can tell he's angry.

"Please, can we finish the movie?"

Your face falls as you pull your knees to your chest. Tears sting your eyes, and you know you can stop them from falling if he just... moves on.

Please.

Please.

Please.

You hear him sigh before you hear the click of your phone locking.

"C'mere."

His large arms wrap around your shoulders as the movie starts playing again.

You soften against him, resting your head on his shoulder.

His tone lightens.

"Just because she blows up your phone doesn't mean you need to answer. She can wait."

"Okay," you say, and you believe him. "I'm sorry I made you mad."

"You didn't do anything, baby," he reassures you.

You do end up crying that night, but it isn't because of Paige.

It's Beth March's death that gets you.

The two of you make it almost to the end of the movie. Mr. Dashwood is just about to publish Jo's book when your eyes begin to grow heavy. Getting up early for class that morning has finally caught up with you.

The rolling credits are the last thing you see.

And the last thing you feel is Garrett Graham pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

Garrett had no intentions of stalking you, given he’d already decided you were his now. And he could acknowledge that going through someone’s phone is bad behavior, but he had to understand this situation with your roommate more. How else was he going to solve your problem if you refused to admit it was one? 

Your roommate sent you the occasional good luck for a test, and there were a few times she told you to have a fun weekend. At least through text, he didn’t see any indications that she was supportive. Half your conversations were her just asking you to do the most outlandish things for her. Just two weeks ago, she asked you to clean the entire apartment, including her room, because she wanted to have friends over. A week before that, she asked if you could stay out of the apartment from seven o'clock to ten o'clock at night because a guy was coming over and she wanted privacy. 

And all of your responses were the same. 

So sorry!!

Of course!! 

That’s fine!! 

I really don’t mind!!!!

His hindbrain was telling him to find a way to escalate the situation, blow up your life, and let him pick up the pieces. The more logical part of his brain knew it was a matter of time before this bad situation got worse and that he could be the one to save you when that inevitably happened. And maybe, just maybe, he could help it hurt a little bit less. He could also make someone else suffer for hurting you. 

He watched you sleep for a short while, and when he inevitably settled against you, grabbing your waist and pushing your bottom against his crotch, you didn’t even stir. 

Garrett felt grateful that you were here with him tonight and sleeping peacefully in his bed instead of squeezed onto that pathetic pullout couch. His own anxiety felt better knowing you were safe. Whatever feeling you had planted inside of him at that party was only growing. 

Garrett pressed his face into your hair and closed his eyes.

He'd make sure this became a regular thing.

You were so embarrassed when you woke up the next morning and realized you'd fallen asleep. As if you were the one taking advantage of him. It took some time for you to regulate and for Garrett to convince you that you hadn't done anything wrong.

"I wanted you here, Bunny. You look good in my bed," he'd said.

Over the next week, the only time you spent apart from Graham was when you had class or work. Even then, he offered to pick you up and drive you everywhere. It just made sense. You had no car. He did.

"I want to send you money. I'm wasting so much of your gas," you said as the two of you drove back to the hockey house.

"I don't want or need your money, Y/N."

"There has to be something I can do." Garrett watched the wheels turning in your mind. "I know. I'll bake you something."

"You can bake?" Garrett's eyebrows rose.

"No, but I could try." You shrugged, and his eyes softened as he held your gaze.

"That would be nice, Bunny, but I know what I want."

"What?" you'd asked with a smile.

"A kiss."

You stared back like a baby deer caught in headlights. "A kiss? From me?"

"Yes, genius."

"I've never kissed anyone—"

Then it was Garrett's turn to blanch. "What? You're serious?"

"No, I mean, I've been kissed. I have. I've just never done the..."

"You've never kissed someone first?"

You nodded hesitantly.

"Then let me be your first."

A long silence passed between the two of you as the radio played softly through Garrett's speakers. After he parked the car and undid his seatbelt, he reached over, like usual, and unclicked yours. Garrett had started noticing more and more of your nervous tics. Right now, your leg was bouncing so hard it practically shook the entire car.

"I mean, you kinda owe me, right?"

You bit down on your lip as you pulled your knees onto the seat and folded them beneath you. Leaning toward the center console, your smaller hands found his shoulders. Slowly, they slid to his neck and then the sides of his face. Your thumb brushed over his stubble, and you watched his eyes darken.

Garrett's eyes closed when your lips pressed softly against his. The kiss was brief and sweet, but it still left his head spinning.

You were still holding his face when you asked, "How was that?"

Garrett answered by leaning in and kissing you again.

Your lips worked to keep up as Garrett set a steady rhythm. Your hands found his shoulders while he reached for your waist. Before you knew it, he was hoisting you over the middle console until you were straddling his lap.

If there was any control you had left, you let it go.

Making out was kind of like all your conversations. Garrett pushed, forcing you to open up, and he peeled back your layers slowly. And he decided when it ended.

His hands traveled up your waist and beneath your shirt, his large palms roaming over the expanse of your skin. You felt warmth gather low in your stomach as your hips shifted against him.

You only tried to pull away because you needed air.

He kissed you so thoroughly that your lips already felt sore and swollen.

"Garrett," you breathed.

Immediately, he loosened his grip.

"Can we... I feel..."

"You feel what, Bunny?"

"Overwhelmed."

"I'm not gonna fuck you if that's what you're scared about. I just wanted to taste you."

"Oh." You weren't entirely sure how to respond to such blunt honesty. "Okay."

Maybe you'd been wrong to assume he wanted some kind of relationship.

Maybe he wanted something in between.

You'd never been in a real relationship before, so it wasn't like you knew exactly what you wanted. But deep down, you knew you didn't want a casual situationship.

And if that was what Garrett wanted... how would you even say no to him?

"What's wrong? Do you want more, Bunny?"

He toyed with the waistband of your jeans before his hand slipped lower and grabbed a handful of your ass.

You couldn't help how flustered you became. Suddenly, the car felt far too small.

"I like you like this."

He pressed a soft kiss to your jaw, and your eyes threatened to roll back at the pleasure of it.

"Like what?"

"Squirming on top of me." His voice dropped lower. "I can't think about anyone else, you know?"

"You can't?"

"I'm crazy about you."

He kissed your cheek.

Then the other.

Teasing you.

And you found yourself melting against him.

"I hate when you leave."

"Why?"

"This feels right, doesn't it?"

A kiss against your nose.

"You with me."

Another brush of his lips.

"I think you need me."

"I do?"

He hummed as his lips hovered over yours.

"I'll take good care of you."

You leaned closer, but he still didn't close the distance.

"You'll let me take care of you, right?"

Your lips parted.

You knew you didn't fully understand what he meant.

But you knew exactly what he wanted to hear.

And somehow, you wanted to give it to him.

"Yes."

A dark satisfaction flashed across Garrett's face.

"Good fucking girl."

Then his lips were on yours again, and every sensible thought you'd ever had disappeared from your mind.

Paige is right. You find that you're barely home over the next month, mostly because Ethan has been there every day since they'd gotten back together. You have no privacy to study, no room for your groceries, and Paige and Ethan have sex loudly most nights. Worst of all, he uses up your favorite brand of overpriced conditioner, the only kind that helps tame your hair.

The hockey house, although it's full of rowdy college boys, ends up feeling more peaceful. Garrett protects your space, makes sure you always have quiet when you study, and even buys you another set of all your toiletries so you don't have to pack a toiletry bag every time you come over. Plus, there's a free dinner almost every night, and Garrett's friends seem to actually like you. They ask questions about your classes, and they don't talk over you even though their voices boom much louder than yours.

You've started to rely on Garrett so much that the situation with Paige becomes something you want to handle on your own.

It takes everything in you not to just give in. You throw up twice before you can bring yourself to face her, but you eventually do. You're logical. You explain that you don't think it's fair to keep paying half the rent for a quarter of the space and no privacy.

She agrees.

She actually hears you out and promises she'll find a split that's more proportional.

Your shoulders feel lighter when you finally tell Garrett. He's frustrated, of course, that you kept it from him, but supportive nonetheless. Feeling any sort of control in your relationship with Paige is strange.

And ultimately, short-lived.

A week later, you have a babysitting gig that Paige helped set up for you. A friend of a family friend of hers. It should be an easy night considering the child you're babysitting is less than a year old.

Garrett has a game that night at Harvard, and Paige promises she'll be able to pick you up from the nearby city when she tells you about the job.

So the clock turns to eleven, the baby's parents come home, and you expect to find Paige waiting for you outside the apartment building's lobby.

Except she's nowhere to be found.

The lobby doors lock behind you, and she isn't picking up her phone.

The bus isn't running anymore.

And Garrett is at least an hour away in Boston.

Maybe she's just busy driving.

11:20.

You sit down on the steps outside the building, glancing between your phone and the city street in front of you.

11:35.

Your body starts to shake, and your heart pounds so hard in your chest that you can feel it in your ears.

11:45.

Garrett's smiling face appears on your screen, and it takes you a long moment to muster the courage to answer.

"Hello," you say. Your voice sounds smaller than it ever has before.

"Why are you still in the city?"

You'd forgotten he could see your location on his phone, a feature you'd never particularly used before but that Garrett insisted was for safety reasons.

"I'm, uh..." You hiccup. "Waiting f-for... Paige."

"She was supposed to be there an hour ago."

Not a question.

An observation.

"Why didn't you call me? Shit. Are you just standing outside?"

"I'm sitting outside the building."

"Jesus. Here's what you're going to do. Are you listening, Bunny?"

You nod before realizing he can't see you.

"Y-yes."

"Stand up. Turn to your right and start walking."

Although your knees wobble, you manage to do as he says.

"There's a fast-food place two blocks over. You're going to go inside and sit there. Don't talk to anyone, okay?"

You do your best to avoid eye contact with everyone you pass, from the twenty-somethings enjoying their night out to the shadier characters lingering on the sidewalks.

"Okay, Garrett."

You hold your bag tightly against your side. The night air has turned frigid, and your light blue crewneck does little to keep you warm. The cold motivates you to pick up your pace.

"I'm stuck here. I don't have my car, but I'm gonna call Jules, okay? I want you to wait there for them."

"Okay. I-I'm sorry I can't do anything right."

You're close to sobbing. You want to throw up. You're embarrassed, cold, and miserable.

"You just won your game. You should b-be celebrating."

"You're okay, baby. I'm gonna make sure you get home safely. I'm not mad at you."

His voice is deep and eerily controlled.

"Are you inside yet?"

The neon sign comes into view. It's still chilly inside, but you can finally breathe a little easier when you slide into an empty booth. A few people are scattered around the restaurant, but it's mostly quiet.

"I'm inside."

"Okay. I'm gonna call Jules. Stay put, okay? I'll call you right back."

"Okay. Thank you so much."

"Yeah, of course, baby."

If he were anything like Dean, he would've approached you already and figured out your deal.

Why did you smile politely when partygoers pushed past you?

He watched as a dude fully grabbed your hip. Your body jolted at his touch, and he could read your lips as the word sorry left them.

Sorry.

To the guy who'd touched you.

Your eyes lit up when a tall redheaded girl in an impossibly short black dress approached you. She stood in stark contrast to your mom jeans and light pink tube top.

Your friend, Garrett assumed.

She leaned down to whisper something into your ear. Your face fell for only a moment before you nodded.

He was almost sure your response was:

"Okay, that's fine."

He understood your disappointment moments later when Dean made his appearance, shirtless and drunk off his ass. He swept up your redheaded friend and started carrying her toward the back hallway.

Garrett had no excuse for not approaching you now.

If you were waiting for your friend to finish hooking up with Dean, you'd be waiting a long while.

Garrett took a swig from the one beer he was allowing himself on a night before a game.

Unfortunately, someone else had the same idea.

He recognized the guy immediately. Tall. Lanky. One of Beau's fraternity brothers. A senior on the swim team.

Mark.

Or Mateo.

Probably not Michael.

Whatever his name was, he wanted to fuck you.

Curious, Garrett decided to keep his distance. He watched from across the room as he approached the speaker blasting '80s rock music. He grabbed Logan's phone from the table and changed the song, all while keeping one eye on you.

It was almost offensive how forward the guy was being.

He had a hand on your shoulder, and he was standing so close that you were forced to tilt your head back to look at him.

"Yeah... we talked upstairs. Remember?"

You politely shook your head.

"I don't think it was me."

Your voice was sweet.

Garrett could tell that much.

Wanting to hear more of the conversation, he lowered the volume of the music.

"I know I'm so fucking drunk right now, but we ran into each other outside the bathroom. I remember. You're so hot I know I'd remember you. You don't want to kiss me again?"

He grabbed your hand.

"Uhm, no, thank you. B-but... I really don't... uhm—"

The guy started pulling.

And your feet followed.

Your eyes were panicked, but your body moved anyway.

Jesus Christ.

He wasn't getting the hint.

It didn't help that you still had that polite smile on your face.

Fuck.

Were you seriously so polite that you were going to let this idiot drag you away even though you'd clearly never met him before?

Absolutely fucking not.

Garrett's feet moved before his brain really registered what he was doing.

He shoved himself between you and Swim Team Whatever-His-Name-Was and forced your hands apart.

He wasn't trying to embarrass the guy.

He shoved his shoulder just hard enough to make him stumble.

"She said no."

"What the fuck?"

Bold and clearly running on liquid courage, the guy took a step toward Garrett.

The standoff lasted all of three seconds.

Then recognition dawned.

Because Garrett Graham was standing in front of him.

"Are you dumb?" Garrett asked. "Can't you tell she doesn't want to talk to you?"

The guy gritted his teeth.

"I was just..." He looked at you. Then back at Garrett. "She's all yours, man."

And just like that, he stumbled away in search of another vulnerable girl.

Your eyes looked just as panicked when Garrett turned back toward you.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to cause a scene."

Garrett savored the chance to finally look at you up close.

Your makeup was soft. A light dusting of blush colored your cheeks. Your lips were glossy and glittered faintly under the kitchen lights.

Your hair was pulled back with a floral headband.

Worst of all, you smelled like lavender and vanilla.

Garrett stepped closer.

Shielding you from the crowd.

Blocking you in until your back met the kitchen counter.

He wasn't sure how subtle it was when he leaned closer just to breathe you in.

"I know it's your party..." you whispered.

Your voice trailed off.

You stared up at him as if he were a wolf and you were prey.

Honestly?

The comparison wasn't far off.

If Garrett had to compare you to an animal, it would be a baby deer.

Wide-eyed, nervous and completely unaware of how vulnerable you were.

"You're..."

"Garrett," he finished for you. "What's your name?"

"Y/N."

The answer came out almost too quickly.

Too trusting.

Y/N.

It bounced around inside his head while his imagination immediately started building a picture of who you were.

A picture he already suspected he'd be thinking about later tonight.

"You're not really sorry, right?" he asked. "Because that asshole was the one trying to trick you into hooking up with him."

"I don't think he was..."

Garrett stared.

You genuinely seemed to be considering it.

As if you'd only just realized the guy had been hitting on you.

"I think he was just confused."

All Garrett really knew about you was your name.

But he'd already decided you were perfect.

Seriously lacking in street smarts.

But perfect nonetheless.

His jaw ticked.

He regretted not putting the guy through the floor.

"I think he's lucky I'm a nice guy."

You completely missed the meaning behind that statement.

He could tell because you immediately replied:

"Your house is really nice too. Thank you for having me. I mean, you didn't really invite me. Dean invited my roommate, but—"

You stopped yourself.

Realizing you were rambling.

"I mean, it's a good party."

Garrett grinned.

"Thank you. Your roommate is the redhead?"

You nodded.

"She just disappeared with Dean."

"Is she your ride?"

Garrett planted a hand on either side of you.

Close enough to feel your breathing change.

Close enough to know he was overwhelming your senses.

"Yeah. I was just gonna wait for her to... you know. Get done."

"You might be waiting a while."

Your mouth parted.

Then closed.

Had that possibility genuinely not occurred to you?

"Well, that's okay." Your smile was small. "If it gets too late, I can call someone. There's this guy in my Instructional Tech class who said he'd give me a ride if I ever needed one."

Garrett's brows immediately knitted together.

"A random guy in your class?"

"He's not random. We have class together."

"Have you ever hung out with him outside of class?"

"Well, no. But he's nice. And I can't really afford an Uber all the way back to my apartment."

Another guy who wanted to fuck you.

And you had absolutely no idea.

Garrett was beginning to notice a pattern.

He was already starting to hate the idea of letting you leave this house and return to your own devices.

"Your friend kinda sucks for bringing you here and then abandoning you."

The words came out before he could stop them.

Instantly, he regretted it.

Your face fell.

"I-I wanted to come."

"You like parties?"

"I like parties."

You practically struggled to force the words out.

A terrible lie.

Your discomfort was written all over your face.

"And she's a good friend."

"Hmm."

Garrett pushed away from the counter, finally giving you room to breathe.

"There's a good chance they're going to fuck all night, Y/N. If you want to crash here, there's a spare bedroom. If not, I can drive you home. I've only had one beer."

"You don't have to do that, Garrett. It's so out of the way. I'll find a ride."

Say my name again.

Please.

"You're adorable, you know that?"

You smiled immediately.

Embarrassed.

"Are you making fun of me?"

"Never," Garrett replied sincerely. "Let me drive you home."

Because an adorable little bunny like you wasn't getting into a car with some random loser from class.

"I..."

You pressed your lips together under the weight of his stare.

Had you ever told anyone no before?

"I should check in with my friend first—"

Garrett's hand found the small of your back.

"Sure."

He guided you toward the hallway.

"If my predictions are correct, they're probably in the laundry room."

Not a single word of protest left your mouth.

The irony of the situation dawned on him. He didn’t want someone else to take advantage of you, and yet he was practically doing the same, but Garrett was nothing like the guys who only wanted to fuck you. He actually had substance that backed up his bravado. Everyone at Briar knew that, and Garrett was watching as you came to the same revelation. Hockey captain. Six-foot-whatever. He was someone not to be fucked with. Maybe that’s why your body relaxed under his touch, and you let him lead you to the end of the downstairs hallway. 

Garrett would bet a million dollars that his best friend Dean was fucking your red-headed friend with the door wide open. He pushed you ahead of him, his other hand finding the other side of your hip, holding you as you peeked into the doorway. As if you’d seen a ghost, Garrett watches as your hands slap against your own eyes. 

Garrett couldn’t hold back the deep rumbling in his throat as he laughed. He took his own peek and found your red-headed friend bent over the running dryer as Dean pounded into her from behind. You turned around quickly, practically pressing your face into his chest, “Oh my goodness. Why did they leave the door open?”

“As you can see, your friend is occupied. Are you ready to go now, princess?” Garrett grabbed you by your chin, forcing your frightened eyes to look up at his. 

You nodded, long eyelashes batting up at him. He takes another mental picture for later. He imagined his cock down your throat, that same look of fear and wonder in your eyes. He clears his throat, pushing the lewd thought out of his mind, “Then let’s get you home.” 

Your apartment building might as well have been condemned.

It was a rude thought born from privilege, but Garrett couldn't suppress the uneasy feeling creeping up the back of his neck.

Of course you lived on the worst side of town.

During the twenty-minute drive, he'd learned how you'd ended up at Briar and, subsequently, at the hockey house.

You'd transferred in January and had been forced to find housing at the last minute.

That's how you'd met Paige, the redheaded puck bunny.

Apparently, she was renting out her couch and charging you half the rent.

“It pulls out.”

“What?”

“The couch.” You glanced over at him. “I'm not just sleeping on her couch. It pulls out and turns into a bed.”

Garrett shot you an incredulous look, taking his eyes off the road for a second.

“Where do you keep all your shit?”

“We turned the coat closet into my personal closet.” You smiled proudly. “It's actually more convenient than you'd think. And I don't have that much stuff anyway.”

You paused before adding softly,

“The important thing is that I'm here. You have no idea how long I've wanted to go to school here.”

Your eyes were bright and hopeful, standing in sharp contrast to the darkness outside the Jeep.

“And you're an education major?”

“Yeah.” You answered quickly, pleased that he'd remembered. “Elementary education.”

“That's cool.”

Garrett pulled into a parking space in front of your building and shifted the Jeep into park. The engine died and silence crept inside the vehicle. 

He tucked his keys into the pocket of his sweatpants before leaning across the center console and unclipping your seatbelt.

His face ended up a little closer to yours than necessary.

“I'll walk you up.”

“You don't have to, really.” You offered him a small smile. “This is already too much.”

Too much.

The phrase irritated him more than it should have.

Was basic kindness really that foreign to you?

“I'm a gentleman, princess. Of course I have to.”

You laughed softly.

“Paige talks all the time about how hockey players are the exact opposite of gentlemen.”

Your roommate is an idiot, princess.

“Then let me prove her wrong.”

The words came out low and certain.

Garrett realized, as he climbed out of the Jeep and rounded the front of the vehicle to open your door, that he'd never meant anything more.

“Oh, I get it now. This is the same girl from the party.”

Garrett watched as Dean dug into the huge pile of food on his plate. The dining hall was bustling at lunchtime, and the conversation his friends were having was almost loud enough to cloud his thoughts of you.

Almost.

Until Dean brought up Garrett's new favorite subject.

You.

“Maybe you can invite her friend over again tomorrow since Tuck has people coming over?”

“Who’s her friend?” Dean asked, and Garrett stared back at him, forcing his gaze to remain steady to prevent his eyes from rolling.

“The redhead? Kinda moans like a goat?”

Dean’s lips pulled into a mischievous smile.

“Ah, I see. Freaky Paige. She said her roommate was, like, a super religious virgin and then something else about her growing up in a cult. Which kinda tracks. She just stood there alone smiling at everyone the whole night.”

“What the fuck? Y/N did not. And Paige is full of shit.”

Dean chuckled.

“It doesn’t matter. Paige said that was the last time we were hooking up because she’s getting back with her boyfriend.”

Your roommate really sucks, Bunny.

“Here’s your opportunity, G,” Logan spoke up, abandoning whatever conversation he'd been having with Tucker. He jerked his head toward one of the double doors.

You walked through alone, your hair thrown up in a high ponytail and a pink backpack slung over your shoulder. Although you weren’t smiling, you looked happy, and Garrett could only assume you’d just gotten out of class.

You headed toward the salad bar.

Garrett stood immediately.

He patted Logan on the back in gratitude before making his way over to you.

Your eyes widened in surprise before quickly brightening with unmistakable joy.

You were happy to see him.

“Hey,” he said, even though there was so much more on his mind.

You almost forgot you were filling your tray.

“Hi. How are you?”

“Good.”

Amazing, actually. More like it, now that you’re here.

“What about you?”

“I’m really good. I love Mondays. No afternoon classes.”

“So you’re free the rest of the day?”

Your lips parted in surprise.

You glanced down nervously as you added more toppings to your salad. Garrett followed alongside you.

“Well, yeah. I was gonna do some homework and then... start a new book.”

Jesus.

He even found the idea of you reading alone in your apartment adorable.

“I, uh, wanted to get your number. Totally forgot to ask when I dropped you off the other night.”

“My number?”

“For chauffeuring reasons, of course. Don’t want you getting stranded and having to call Instructional Tech Guy.”

That made you giggle.

“Really?”

“Really.”

You reached the end of the salad bar and started toward the register.

Garrett grabbed the tray from your hands.

“Let me get this.”

“I-I have dining dollars, Garrett. You don’t have to—”

“Save ’em.”

He’d do any small thing he could to take care of you.

At least until he figured out how to have all of you.

Garrett could practically feel his friends’ stares as he carried your tray away and abandoned them completely.

They knew this was more than him trying to score.

Girls threw themselves at Garrett.

In all his years at Briar, he’d never had to chase one.

“Let me see your phone.”

Garrett was already reaching for it before it was halfway out of your pocket.

Your lock screen was a collage of pink aesthetic photos and an orange cat.

“You have a cat?”

“Oh, yeah. That’s Mouse. I’ve had him since middle school, but it didn’t feel right bringing him here. Taking him away from his home.”

“He’s cute,” Garrett commented as he held the phone in front of your face and unlocked it. “Hey, are you religious?”

You blinked up at him.

Up.

Because Garrett was sitting beside you and was still massive even while seated.

“No. Uhm, not really. Wh-why do you ask?”

Stupid, freaky Paige.

“I was, uh, just wondering where you’re from.”

Garrett quickly learned you were from a small town in upstate New York.

From what he gathered, your home life was far from cultish. Nothing toxic.

You just seemed sheltered.

An only child.

He took the opportunity to enter his number into your phone and send himself a text.

“I’m serious about calling me if you need a ride somewhere.”

“You make it seem like Briar is a scary place. Everyone I’ve met is very nice. Including you.”

“I’m flattered, princess. And I agree that most people are nice. But this place has freaks and weirdos, and I’d prefer it if you weren’t anywhere near them.”

He was entitled.

What did it matter what he wanted for you?

He didn’t own you.

He’d met you two nights ago.

And yet you didn’t argue.

Almost as if you already trusted him.

“I’m working to save up enough money for a car, so hopefully I won’t have to bother you or Paige.”

“Where do you work?”

The question came out a little too quickly.

Garrett reminded himself he might scare you off if he didn’t pace himself.

And you did look a little nervous.

But you were an open book.

“I always work game days at the campus bookstore, so I’ve never gone to a game. And then I nanny during the week.”

“Well, if you’re free tonight, let me take you out.”

“Take me out?”

“To dinner.”

“Oh.”

You stared at him, eyes wide and beautiful.

“Why?”

“Why dinner?”

“A dinner date?”

“Yeah.”

“As friends?”

“The opposite, actually.”

Your lips parted, then closed again.

Garrett watched as you intentionally took a deep breath.

In through your nose.

Out through your mouth.

“I’m really trying to keep up here, Garrett.”

Too much.

Too fast.

He was pretty sure that’s what you wanted to say.

You just didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

“Hey. Relax, okay?”

His tone softened immediately.

The deep quality of his voice remained, but there was something undeniably gentle underneath it.

“It’s not a big deal. Just dinner. If you want, you could come over to my place and we could order something. Watch a movie.”

Another deep breath.

“Uhm... and then what?”

And then he’d probably kiss you. And touch you as much as he could before you became a bundle of nerves. So you weren’t completely innocent. Part of you, deep down, knew what dinner and a movie often lead to. 

“There’s nothing to be nervous about. I like you, Y/N.”

“I like you too. I mean, I think you’re nice and...”

“And...?” Garrett prompted.

“Handsome.”

You winced as soon as the word left your mouth.

Not because you didn’t mean it.

Because you were worried it was the wrong thing to say.

“I’m sorry. If I’m being honest, I haven’t really been on a date since high school. And I’m a little confused that, out of all the boys at Briar, you—”

Garrett immediately shook his head.

“Are you questioning my taste?”

“Of course not!” you whisper-shouted.

“You’re pretty. You’re sweet. And I haven’t met anyone like you.”

His gaze settled on yours.

“I’d like to keep seeing you. So, I’m gonna drop you off at your apartment. You can read your book and do your homework. Then I’ll come back tonight and pick you up for our date.”

“Are you sure?”

Garrett gave you a look that was just stern enough to make you squirm.

“Okay, okay. That sounds... good.”

You waited until his expression softened before taking another breath.

“Now finish your lunch, baby.”

You nodded quickly and picked up your fork, finally beginning to eat.

dividers by @/strangergraphics

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but right now you weren't having fun at all.

nanami slowly leaned in. his hot breath hit your ear, making you shiver. "you look spooked, sweetheart. you okay?" he said, and he sounded dangerously protective. "y-yeah, i'm fine," you gulped, trying not to look at him. "it's just super hot in here."

you noticed nanami lookedup at higuruma. for a while they just stared at each other in silence, and then this slow, knowing grin spread across both their faces. that look made your knees go weak. higuruma took his time taking off his jacket. he did it slow, eyes locked on yours, and tossed the expensive thing right on the dirty floor.

"what a shame," he said, rolling up his sleeves and showing off those strong forearms. "maybe we should talk about your behavior."

before you could get a single word out, nanami's heavy hands landed on your waist. he pulled you back, pressing you into his hard chest. "you've been waiting for this the whole time, haven't you?" he whispered into your hair. "teasing us so much."

"i... i have no idea what you're talking about," your voice shook, and your heart was thumping so loud they both definitely heard it. hiromi stepped even closer. his hands hit your thighs, bunching up your skirt. "oh, trust me, you know exactly what we're talking about."

they literally crushed you between them, and you felt the burning heat of their bodies. nanami grabbed your chin and pulled it up, forcing you to look at him. "i think it's time to teach you a lesson."

he didn't let you scream — his mouth covered yours in a demanding kiss. he kissed you deep, filling you up with himself, while hiromi went for your neck at the same time, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on your skin. your head started spinning and reality started to blur.

nanami pulled back from your lips for a second and then with one sharp, confident move he grabbed you by the waist. before you could even gasp, you were up in the air. he held you there, making your legs spread wide and hooking your knees over his arms. now you were basically hanging on him — your back pressed against his chest, and you were completely open in front of both of them.

your short skirt rode up to your waist, leaving you in just thin panties. nanami went back to your ear, nibbling on your lobe and cheek before sliding down to your neck. meanwhile, higuruma slowly unbuttoned your blouse, button by button, and as the fabric parted, he started biting your chest, making you arch in kento’s arms.

"wait— mmnh! hiromi..." you gasped, "there're cameras in the elevator... maybe we should go..."

"don't worry 'bout that, darling," nanami laughed low and soft, pressing his lips to your shoulder. "don't you worry your pretty little head."

hiromi finally threw your shirt open and slowly moved down with kisses toward your stomach. "just enjoy what we're gonna do now, okay?"

he got down on his knees, and you felt his hot breath scorch your delicate skin. he didn't rush. first, his lips barely brushed the inside of your thighs, leaving light, almost weightless kisses that sent an electric charge through your body. you felt nanami tighten his grip on your knees from behind, locking you in the air; you literally couldn't move.

"look how wet she is. perfect," hiromi rasped, looking at how the slick glistened on your already damp pussy. "you wanted this, didn't you? for us to see how much this little pussy leaks when it's needy?"

"n-nngh!... hiromi…" your moan drowned in the quiet hum of the elevator as he lifted two fingers and unceremoniously stretched your folds apart to fully expose you. at first, he just teased you with the tip of his tongue, short and wet strokes. you felt him lick away the drops, smacking his lips, savoring your taste.

"mmngh! haah! please…" you jerked in nanami’s arms, but he just held you tighter against his chest. "hold on, sweetie, we're just gettin' started," he whispered in your ear, and at that moment, he started to slowly rotate your hips in circular motions.

those circles made you literally rub against hiromi’s face. you felt the stubble on his chin, his nose pressing into your already swollen clit, and his tongue going right into your soaking pussy. wet, obscene sounds echoed in the cramped elevator.

"haah! more… nngh!" you weren't in control of your sounds anymore, gasping with pleasure. "oh yeah," hiromi growled, not pulling away for a second, "you're so sweet. i'm gonna lick you dry 'til you start beggin' us to stop."

his pace picked up. he went rougher now. hiromi didn't tease anymore. he took your clit between his lips and started sucking on it hungrily like he’d fuckin' die if he didn't.

"a-ah! hiromi! nngh-aa!" you screamed, throwing your head back on nanami’s shoulder while he kissed your cheek, holding you in place, and your cry echoed through the tight cabin.

hiromi’s tongue went deep between your stretched folds, licking everything inside, while the two fingers he’d managed to shove in kept roughly stretching you, opening every millimeter of your tender flesh for his mouth. loud, squelching sounds of your pussy and the wet sounds of his mouth filled the elevator.

"mmm, look what you're doin' to us," nanami kept rotating your pelvis, forcing you to grind even harder onto hiromi’s tongue. "you wanted this, didn't you? walkin' 'round in front of us in those skirts that show off your ass?"

"haah! mmngh… ahh! more… more!" you didn't even know what you were saying anymore. the man behind you didn't give you a second's break — his palm covered your mouth, muffling your next moan. "hiromi, please… mmmngh-ah!" you broke free from nanami’s hand, and your moans got louder. "yes! right there! ahh-h!"

nanami pulled his hand away from your face only to sink into your lips, catching your next whimper. "stick out your tongue, baby," he whispered, and you obeyed before you could even think. "come on."

as soon as you parted your mouth and the tip of your tongue peeked out, nanami let out a low growl and bit into your lips. he captured your tongue with his lips and started sucking on it, slow and greedy. "mmmmmfff!.. kento!... " you moaned right into his mouth, feeling your whole body tighten like a string.

nanami sucked your tongue rhythmically, like he owned it, making you gasp for air. meanwhile, higuruma, feeling your reaction, stretched your folds even wider and sucked on your clit with twice the force. "mmmngh... most perfect sweet pussy. gonna eat this little swollen clit up."

your sounds turned totally incoherent, becoming a solid stream of moans and ragged breaths mixed with whimpers. nanami pulled away from your tongue for a second, his whisper brushing right against your lips. "good girl. hear how loud you're bein' for us?"

your body was stretched to the limit, like a wire about to snap. nanami kept dominantly sucking your tongue, cutting off your oxygen and making you choke on your own moans while his hips rhythmically rotated your pelvis, grinding you into hiromi’s face. you thrashed convulsively in kento’s arms, feeling everything inside tighten into an unbearably hard, hot knot.

higuruma, feeling your orgasm coming, stretched your already swollen folds with his fingers until it almost hurt, and for the last time, sucked your clit in as deep as possible, licking it frantically. a loud, dominant squelching filled the cramped elevator.

"a-a-ah! kent— oh god, i'm gonna... mmmngh-a-a-a!" your scream broke into a rasp as the first wave of orgasm literally ripped through you.

you felt your muscles inside start to contract uncontrollably, pulsing hot wetness right onto hiromi’s face. you shuddered all over, your legs on nanami’s shoulders shaking with a fine tremor. kento pulled away from your tongue at that moment just to catch your wide-open mouth in a silent scream and greedily breathe in your orgasmic moan.

you gasped, your head falling onto nanami’s shoulder as white spots swam before your eyes. hiromi didn't stop even when you started twitching in convulsions. he kept greedily licking and sucking up your slick, which was now dripping down his chin and lips.

"hiromi, stop... ah... i can't anymore..." you went limp in kento’s arms, feelin' a heavy, leaden weakness spread through your body. you barely breathed, pressing your forehead against nanami’s shoulder. your body still shook with small, lingerin' tremors, and your head was a total vacuum. you were literally floating in the clouds after such a crushing orgasm, feeling like soft, pliable clay in their hands.

but the blissful silence didn't last long. nanami pulled back a bit to look at your face and took you by the chin, forcing your blurred gaze to focus on him.

"you think that’s it, darling?" his voice sounded scary calm and low. "you really think we're gonna let you come just once?"

your eyes widened. you tried to say something, but only a weak, ragged exhale escaped your throat. "what're you..."

hiromi slowly pulled away and got up from his knees. his lips glistened wetly, and there was a streak of your juices on his chin that he didn't even think about wipin' off. he looked down at you, fixing his shirt cuffs.

"that was just the start," he tossed out, and his voice vibrated in the tight cabin. you were still hangin' in nanami’s arms, legs shaking, and your mind was fading. "n-no... wait..." you tried to pull your thoughts together, "someone could walk in right now... the dispatcher... he might hear through the intercom..."

nanami just laughed low against your neck, and that sound made you shrink. he didn't let you go. instead, he shifted his grip to get comfortable and started to slowly, intentionally rub your aching, oversensitive cunt against his huge, rock-hard cock through the fabric of his pants.

"ah!" you sobbed, whimpering from the unbearable pleasure that bordered on torture. "nanami..." "we could just call the dispatcher again so help comes right now," kento whispered, keepin' up the methodical grind against you, squeezin' out new portions of wetness that now fell in heavy drops and dripped onto the elevator floor. your heels had been lyin' in the corner for a while now. "is that what you want? you want us to get pulled out of here right now?"

he didn't stop, and you felt his hardness throb, promisin' somethin' way bigger. at that moment, hiromi stepped in close. he cupped your face in his palms and sank into your lips with a deep, greedy kiss. you tasted yourself mixed with his hot spit — intimate, and crazy turning you on.

"m-m-m," he hummed into your mouth, pulling back only a millimeter. "is this what you want?" you should've said "yes." you should've screamed 'bout how they broke all the rules, how hierarchy was trashed, and how you're all gonna get fired in disgrace. you should've stopped this.

but you didn't. your first orgasm was so mind-blowing that all you could think about was the throbbing weight you felt with your ass through nanami’s clothes. you couldn't even dream of just one of them in your wildest fantasies, but getting both at once? that was the kind of extreme greed they write about in books.

“n-no…” you aggressively shook your head, completely forgetting you were in the damn elevator of an office building. your hands dug into higuruma’s shoulders on their own, and you started desperately, almost insanely grinding against the man behind you in every way possible, begging for more with your body alone.

hiromi gave a faint, barely noticeable smile without taking his eyes off you, watching the way you writhed in kento’s hands. “that’s what we thought. dirty girl… you spent months tempting your bosses just so they’d fuck you at the same time?”

you barely heard him. his words drowned in the rush of blood pounding in your ears, and you only nodded quickly, feverishly, agreeing with every word he said. “c’mon, baby,” nanami caught you with one hand, giving you more space, “use your hands. take my pants off.”

with trembling fingers, you reached behind you as much as the cramped space allowed and touched his cock through the fabric for the first time. nanami let out a low, rough groan and pushed himself into your palm, rolling his hips forward. you tried to feel more of him, but kento only tightened his grip on your waist.

“baby, i just had to sit there without getting to taste you. you’d better hurry up.” you frantically searched for his belt buckle, but your fingers wouldn’t cooperate. you couldn’t see what you were doing behind your back, and helpless little whines started slipping out of you.

“i-i can’t do it… kento, i can’t…” you sobbed, tears blurring your vision. nanami laughed quietly, enjoying your desperation. “what an impatient girl, huh?”

he jerked his hips sharply to help you, and finally you managed to undo the belt. then the button and zipper gave in too. his pants slipped down, and immediately, without waiting, you covered his cock with your hand over his boxers. nanami threw his head back, sucking in air through his teeth with a hiss. you moaned too — just the thought of him being inside you turned you into a melted, shapeless mess.

by then, hiromi already pulled his pants down slightly. you froze as you looked at him. his cock looked intimidating: long, heavy, veins standing out clearly along it, the tip already wet. exactly the one you imagined whenever you touched yourself.

you breathed heavily, your pussy still pulsing after your orgasm while your hands already pulled down the blond man’s boxers behind you. the second his cock came free, it pressed against your ass with a dull thud. you felt the heat of it against your skin.

nanami wrapped a hand around himself and slowly dragged the tip over your untouched back hole first. panic shot through you instantly, your voice turning high and almost frightened. “kento!.. please, kento…”

he immediately buried himself against your neck, kissing you greedily with his mouth open, leaving your skin wet and burning. “relax,” he whispered, his voice vibrating through your body. “we’re not going there… for now.”

you relaxed a little, but the realization crashed over you in another wave: that meant they were both going to fuck you. at the same time.

your thoughts didn’t even have time to form into words before higuruma stepped closer. he cupped your face, gently but firmly sucking on your lower lip before pulling away and looking directly into your eyes.

“if it hurts, just tell us, okay?” his voice sounded serious, almost gentle. “we won’t do anything that’ll hurt you. we’re here to give you what you’ve been begging for all this time. tell me you understand.”

you only nodded shakily, unable to force out a single word. “use your words, sweetheart,” nanami insisted, pressing his cock against your lower back. you swallowed hard, your voice rough from all the screaming and moaning. “i… i understand. yeah. please…”

nanami adjusted his grip on you more comfortably, one arm still holding your weight while the other slowly, carefully guided his cock. at first, he only teased you with it, dragging the tip through your folds, coating himself in all your slickness, practically soaking himself in your juices before finally giving one decisive thrust.

he pushed in slowly, giving you time to feel every inch of his impossible thickness. you cried out instantly and grabbed onto higuruma’s shoulders with a death grip. meanwhile, hiromi pressed himself flush against you, holding your hips steady and helping you keep your balance while his eyes tracked every shaky breath you took.

he really was huge. you felt him literally forcing your insides apart, pushing so deep that every experience you’d ever had before suddenly felt like some pathetic joke. your head fell back, your moans breaking apart into weak little whines.

“mmmngh! kento… haa-ah… hurts… no, feels good… god—!” you choked on the words as he filled you completely. “that’s it, sweetheart, take all of me,” nanami rasped, his voice vibrating through your body.

“you’re too big… kento, you’re too big…” “i know, baby,” he started moving inside you slowly, deeply, “it’ll feel better soon. just relax for me.”

while that happened, higuruma kissed his way down your neck to your chest, which already spilled out of your bra cups. he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking greedily while nanami kept thrusting into you from behind.

“fuck…” kento growled, picking up the pace. “knew you’d have a fucking heavenly pussy… she’s squeezing me so tight.” all you could do was whine and sob. “ah! mmngh!! feels so good… more… haaah!”

“yeah?” higuruma pulled away from your chest, his gaze turning sharp and hungry. “it’s about to feel even better.” nanami cupped your face with both hands, turned you toward him, and crashed his mouth against yours in a deep kiss. “take a breath,” he ordered right against your lips.

you were already completely fucked stupid from his cock and the heat of their bodies. the second you gasped for air, you felt another huge, hard shape starting to push into you. hiromi entered you from the front, and you practically whimpered into nanami’s kiss while your fingers dug into higuruma’s shirt hard enough to make the fabric strain.

the moment he fully pushed inside, stretching you beyond anything imaginable, you screamed so loudly it felt like your voice tore through the entire building. “oh god! god! fuck… fuck! a-ah-ahh!”

tears spilled from your eyes automatically from the shock and overwhelming fullness. nanami laughed low against your lips, licking away the salty wetness. “no god here, sweetheart. we’re the ones making you scream like that.”

both of them stayed still for a moment, letting your body adjust to the unbearable stretch. hiromi’s hand squeezed your breast possessively while nanami bit at your shoulder and every patch of exposed skin he could reach.

it felt like forever or maybe only a few seconds — you had no idea anymore. the only thing you knew was that you needed them. “more… want more… please…”

“our girl’s getting greedy, huh?” higuruma smirked while looking at your flushed face. “one cock isn’t enough anymore? now you always want two?” then they started moving. together. hard. rhythmic.

it felt like your pussy was about to split apart, your whole body turning into one shaking, dripping mess. you moaned and whimpered while they kept taking turns kissing you, your chin already soaked with spit, your face damp with sweat and their touches. saliva and slick ran down your neck and chest, and you were pretty sure there was already a puddle forming on the elevator floor beneath you.

their movements turned sharp and perfectly synchronized, and you felt them practically pounding you into the narrow space between them. nanami set a deep, animalistic pace from behind while hiromi matched every thrust from the front, forcing your body to stretch to its absolute limit. the cramped elevator filled with unbearable wet sounds: skin slapping against skin, heavy male growls, and your endless, choking moans mixed with the smell of all your arousal.

“ah! haaah… nngh! fuck, kento… romi… a-ahh!” you cried out when they bumped against each other inside you, trapping your womb between them.

“look at this fucking mess,” hiromi rasped without taking his eyes off the place where your bodies merged together. “you’re sucking us in so greedily. such a needy little hole for your bosses.”

nanami grabbed your hair, pulling your head back slightly so he could see your face twisted with pleasure. “hear those sounds, baby?” he slammed into you hard, and the elevator filled with a loud, filthy squelch. “that’s all you. you’re so fucking wet we’re practically drowning in you.”

“mmmngh! yes… more… ” you couldn’t even control the saliva dripping down your chin anymore, mixing with their sweat. your face stayed damp, your hair stuck to your forehead, and your eyes rolled back.

higuruma leaned forward and crashed his mouth against yours, swallowing your moan with his lips. his tongue moved just as aggressively as his cock while his hand kept squeezing your breast hard enough to hurt. when he finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva stretched between you before breaking against your neck.

hiromi tightened his grip on your thighs even more, lifting your hips so you stayed completely open for both of them. the elevator smelled heavy with sweat, bodies, and slick, and the only thing breaking the silence were the filthy sounds of their bodies slamming against your ass.

nanami slowly moved his hand down the front of your body. his fingers, soaked with your slick, found your clit. “look at this little thing,” he rasped, his voice vibrating through your spine. “look how swollen it is. you’re pulsing so much, sweetheart.”

he started playing with you, and the elevator filled with another wet, messy sound from his fingers moving against you. every touch sent a shock through your body.

“mmmngh! kento… ah!” you sobbed shakily as your thighs started trembling uncontrollably. “please… i wanna come… i’m gonna… mmhnm!!" “no,” he cut you off. he gave one deep, crushing thrust. “don’t even think about coming without permission.”

their pace grew even faster, turning into something raw and primal. nanami’s heavy thrusts from behind crashed against hiromi’s from the front. the mirror in the elevator completely fogged over now, thick drops of condensation sliding down it just like the sweat running along your back. you could barely breathe anymore, your moans dissolving into broken little whimpers.

“tell me,” nanami suddenly pinched your clit hard between his fingers, making your back arch violently as you screamed. “who does this sweet, greedy pussy belong to?”

“a-ahh! yours! only yours! always only yours!” you practically sobbed the words out, losing the last of your sanity from the overwhelming pleasure. “good girl,” hiromi whispered smoothly against your damp shoulder before kissing it. “such a good girl. keep taking us, baby.”

your pussy pulsed violently, burning from the friction and impossible fullness. every thrust from nanami and hiromi forced more slick out of you, thick drops falling onto the floor and adding to the puddle already spreading beneath your feet. you felt completely used, ruined, and unbelievably happy in exactly that role.

the tension inside you coiled into a tight, unbearable knot that was about to snap. from behind, nanami made one last, crushing thrust, driving into you to the very hilt with a loud, wet sound, while hiromi made a powerful lunge forward at the same time, pinning your uterus in a vise between the two of them.

at that moment, nanami pressed hard against your pulsing clit, and that was the final straw. you literally buckled in their arms. the elevator walls started to swim before your eyes, and a series of choking, ragged sobs ripped from your throat.

"mmmngh-a-a-a! god! god! i— aah!" you gasped, feeling the first wave of orgasm paralyze your legs. your pussy started to contract convulsively and rhythmically around them, trying to squeeze every last drop out. you felt every vein on their members, every movement that now felt a hundred times sharper. a frantic, wet squelching filled the tight cabin — it was your juices, forced out by their pressure, literally splashing onto the floor and mixing with sweat.

you felt everything inside flip. your stomach muscles cramped, you threw your head back aggressively, pressing the back of your skull into nanami’s shoulder, and you just stopped breathing for several long seconds. you were shaking so hard that hiromi had to grip your thighs in a death lock to keep you from sliding to the floor.

"yes, just like that," nanami growled, feeling your pussy literally suck him in. "cum on our cocks, our pretty girl." you could not answer. you only whimpered and shuddered in a long, agonizingly beautiful ecstasy. tears of happiness and shock rolled down your wet cheeks.

you were still shaking from the lingering waves when you felt the blonde’s breath grow heavy, turning into a muffled growl. "fuck, you are so tight...so perfect baby..." he rasped, driving into you one last time with such force that you felt his pulse at your very center.

hiromi, feeling your tremors and kento’s frantic rhythm, also stopped holding back. his movements became sharp, almost rough; he literally slammed you into nanami, wringing the last moans out of you.

for a moment, everything froze. you felt nanami shudder through his whole body, his fingers digging into your thighs until it hurt, and he poured into you in a hot, pulsing stream. almost at the same time, hiromi let out a low, guttural sound and also went still, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, giving all his tension to you.

"so good mmm..." you went totally limp in their arms, feeling the scalding heat of their seed spread inside you. a sharp, mechanical sound and a sudden jolt of the elevator under your feet made you all freeze.

"hello, elevator number four? we have recorded a stop; we are restarting the system now. is everything alright with you?"

by the time you and toji arrive at the pregame, everyone's already a few drinks in. they're talking quickly, interrupting one another and barking out sharp laughs at stupid jokes until they hear the door being pushed open, the sound of two sets of footsteps joining the group.

the chatter quiets down, everyone waiting to finally see your mysterious and elusive older boyfriend who they'd heard so much about. and when toji walks in behind you with a deadpan expression on his face and a 6 pack of beer in his hand, there's a stretch of silence.

until shoko breaks it.

"this is the man who's almost forty?" 

you cringe at that, not needing to look to know that toji's eye is probably twitching, there may even be a vein bulging in his forehead— he always hated when you brought up that next big milestone, even if he was still a few years away from it.

"shit, i hope i look that good too." leave it to shoko to know how to ease the tension, even if she didn't realize she was the one that caused it.

you smile widely, lifting a hand to give toji a hard slap on the back, "he's a handsome old man, isn't he?" you tease, pretending you can't feel the way toji's glare is now burning a hole into the side of your face.

there's a little snort from across the room as satoru tries— and fails— to stifle a laugh at your relationship's dynamic. you clearly love to mess with toji, each little joke doing nothing to hide the obvious age gap between you two. each tease leaves him standing next to you, unamused, as you grin mischievously.

"you're pushin' it," he warns, leaning down to your height before turning his attention back to the room, slapping you on the back this time, "now quit being impolite— gonna introduce us or what?"

he'll scold you and try to rein you back in a bit when you're teasing him, but you just ignore it. there's no real bite to his words. it's just that instinctual kind of reaction that you get from a man his age when people are messing around a bit too much. 

he's well aware that he's a good amount older than you and he knew what he was signing up for when he'd asked you out, so he can never find it in himself to really care.

"everyone, this is toji," you state, hand palm-up, motioning to him beside you. "toji, this is everyone." you complete your very helpful introduction with a sweeping gesture of your hand across the room.

toji sighs, walking to set the beer down on the island with the rest of the drinks. "don't bitch at me the next time i don't remember anyone's names. 's not my fault at this point."

the pregame wrapped up shortly after you and toji arrived, everyone eager to get to the club early so they could snag an open table. 

you huddle close to toji in the line, chatting nonstop with shoko until the bouncer cuts in, asking to check IDs and bags. heat spills out into the cold air, wafting across your face as the heavy metal of the door scrapes along the asphalt when your party is allowed in.

the music is loud, the kind you feel more in your body from the bass than anything else, the kind that leaves your ears ringing at the end of a good night. the smell of sweat and cheap cologne is suffocating, more so than the humidity that never seems to leave an establishment like this one.

you slip your hand into toji's, tugging him along as you follow the group. half of them split off to get drinks from the bar, the rest of you claiming one of the last available booths for your group.

before you can sit down, toji pulls you closer to him, hand wrapping around your waist, lips brushing the curve of your ear. 

"i'll be back," you turn to flash him a pout, his heart tugging at the look on your face, the way you hate being separated from him even though you know he's not going far. "just gettin' our drinks, dollface." and like that, your expression is replaced with an appreciative grin.

he leaves you with a pat on your ass, turning to make his way towards the closest bar— luckily the one with the shortest line.

toji's tapping his foot, waiting for the bartender to return with his drinks when a heavy arm drapes across his shoulders. before he can get defensive, a voice rings out above the music.

"long time, no see."

he spins around to be met with a familiar face, riddled with ink, and sporting deep crimson eyes.

"no fuckin' way," toji chuckles.

there's a shit-eating grin on sukuna's face as the two old friends reunite. "you haven't changed a bit. still look like ass."

"fuck off, you even shower today?" toji shoots back, eyes sweeping over sukuna's hair with scrutiny. "anyways, what're you doing here?" he asks genuinely.

"could ask you the same thing," sukuna muses, slapping toji firmly on the back before pulling away.

"i'm here with my girl."

sukuna's smirk widens, "oh, yeah?"

toji knows where this is going. flashbacks from college flick through his mind as he remembers the two of them sharing beers, joints, women. 

whatever one of them had, the other did too.

"it's not like that with this one, she's different," toji protests lightly, but the glint in his eyes is telling a different story, one of old habits that never really died. 

there’s a whisper of untruth in his voice as his memories switch to images of you. of him talking about his college days, his old best friend. images of you asking to see pictures, and your sweet voice ringing out wait, toji, he's hot, when he showed you.

"which one is she?"

toji scans the room, extending a finger when he finds you to point you out among your friends in the booth you're sitting at. 

"over there, in the skirt." 

there's a beat of silence, both men raking over your figure with hungry eyes, tracing up the length of your legs to where your skirt is riding up, just barely reaching below your ass as you lean over the table to listen to something shoko is telling you.

"pretty little thing," sukuna finally speaks up, and toji grunts in response. "looks a bit young for you though. sure you got the right girl?" he teases, knowing he's the same age, and toji shoots him a side-eyed glance that expresses that exact sentiment. but sukuna just laughs, that sharp deep laugh that he's always had. "well, you two have fun. i'm sure i'll see you both later."

sukuna's words carry a weight that leaves them echoing inside toji's mind as he grabs your drinks and makes his way back to you, his pants feeling a little tight now.

you scoot over to make room for toji when he arrives at the table, but it's not neatly enough. he's halfway falling off the bench and with a huff of exasperation, he picks you up like you're weightless and plops you right back down onto his lap, earning him a yelp.

"toji! a little warning next time."

he just chuckles, "alright, my bad."

“so…” satoru clears his throat loudly, interrupting the moment before it even starts. "wanna play kings or something? i brought cards."

"of course you did." shoko says, rolling her eyes. 

satoru was always the one who liked to do more than sit around and talk, always offering up the idea of a game or asking to dance. but everyone still agrees, excited for a drinking game to keep the buzz going until the club starts to fill up.

you're trying to focus on the rules being explained to you, really, but it's difficult with toji's bulge pressing into your lower back. and each time it's your turn, he adjusts himself in his seat, subtle to all but you. every little movement of his hips sends a shiver through your body, a wave of heat to your core.

it's innocent to onlookers— he's just trying to get comfortable, trying to make sure you're comfortable too with the tight seating.

but you know better.

you know toji, and with toji, it's never innocent. 

he's toying with you, trying to get a rise out of you right there at the table. so when it's your turn to draw a card again, you decide to you'll play too. 

hips pushing down onto his lap, you arch, leaning forward more than necessary. a ghost of a smile graces your lips when you feel the way he tenses beneath you, his thighs twitching ever so slightly. and when you sit back down, you make sure it's not without a minuscule roll of your hips against the tent in his pants.

toji's hand comes down to your waist, squeezing tightly, fingers digging into your flesh. you can't see it now, but you're sure his jaw is just as stiff, teeth clenched tight as he holds you in place.

breathing steadily through his nose, toji fights to maintain his composure. but fuck— with the way your skirt is riding up, the fabric barely on your legs, starting to bunch up around your hips— he’s really not sure how much longer he can keep up appearances around your friends.

a hand slides lower, coming to rest on your thigh as you wiggle slightly in toji's grasp.

"quit it." he's terse, his voice low in your ear as his hand grips the hem of your skirt, trying and failing to tug it slightly down your thighs.

it's not that he cares if you're wearing something short or showing some skin— actually, he's very much in favor of that— but right now, as he's sitting at a table with your friends that he's met for the first time tonight, it's killing him.

he's trying to have some decorum, and you make it so fucking hard.

"i gotta piss," toji grunts, picking you up again and helping you stand as he moves to get up.

smoothing out your skirt, you pretend you're unfazed by the abrupt movement, fighting to keep back a smile as you tell him to "have fun." your boyfriend just rolls his eyes at that before turning away, hand coming down to adjust the bulge in his pants as he makes his way across the floor.

your eyes slide to the table, seeing the empty glasses where you were sitting, and you decide you may as well make your own trip while you're up.

"i'm gonna get some more drinks for us, i'll be right back," you address no one in particular, your friends all muttering a quick reply as you head back to the bar.

the club was a lot busier now, a crowd of bodies swarming around you, elbows jutting into your side and shoulders bumping into your back. the once quick trip to the bar has become a journey as you fight your way through the masses so you can get in line.

it's warmer, the body heat radiating off those next to you drawing a small sweat to your forehead as you seek to make eye contact with one of the bartenders. eventually, one of them sees you, giving you a nod and motioning for you to order.

your hands on the countertop, you're leaning over on your tip-toes. you're trying to get closer to the bartender as he lends you his ear, needing to shout over the music and chatter around you.

"double vodka soda and an old fashioned, please."

and just as you're opening your purse and reaching for your wallet, you're tapped on the shoulder. 

you spin around, expecting toji to be behind you, only to be met with brown eyes and blonde hair— bleached blonde hair. and he definitely didn't know what toner was.

"let me get that for you," he starts, holding up his own card.

you shrug, quick to close your purse again. if he really wanted to buy your drinks then you weren't going to protest. you knew toji wouldn't either, that man loves a free drink.

actually, he loves a free anything— but that's beside the point.

mustering up your best fake smile, you clasp your hands together, "really? thank you so much!"

"sure,” the arrogant smirk that seems to be permanent on the man's face widens. “so, what's your—"

when the bartender returns with your drinks and the stranger’s card, you grab the glasses quickly and turn to leave. 

"thanks for the drink! have a nice night."

if only it were that easy.

a firm hand around your arm stops you, tugging you back in front of the man who paid for you. "the hell? i just bought your drink, can't i at least get your number?"

you shake your head, "no, i've got a boyfriend."

his smirk falters at that, eyes quickly searching around behind you before settling back on your body, trailing over it. his gaze lingers on your chest, sending a wave of discomfort through you as you gently try to pull your arm away from him.

"no guy would let their girl go out dressed like that," he tugs you closer, the stench of his cologne wafting into your nose.

god damn, where is toji? 

you sigh internally, thinking about how difficult it was just to get to the bar, you can't imagine having to go all the way to the bathrooms and back. he's probably still squeezing his way through the crowd, and he might not even swing by the bar.

"well, he came here with me," you argue back, still trying to put some distance between you two.

"really? i don't see anyone here with you—"

"there you are, you got our drinks?"

another hand has now wrapped around your other arm, not needing to pull you away for the stranger to finally let go of you.

you turn quickly, unfamiliar with the voice that just addressed you so casually.

"and who the fuck are you?" he spits, crimson eyes narrowed down at the blonde man. 

you were about to ask him that.

hands up in surrender, the problem backs away, "my fault man, didn't know she was taken."

"that's crazy because she just fuckin' told you she was."

you're staring up at your new stranger, racking your brain for where you've seen him before. 

he's got such a distinct look you can't believe you don't remember where you know him from. tattoos stretching across his body, his face, silver piercings on his nose and lips.

sharp jawline, big nose— he was hot. you'd definitely remember if you'd met him somewhere.

"keep staring and i might tell toji you're comin' on to me."

his voice pulls you from your thoughts. that's how you've seen him before.

"you're sukuna, right?"

a sly grin splits his lips, tongue darting out to lick them. "that's right."

your wrist still in his hold, his thumb traces lightly along your skin, drawing goosebumps to the surface. you know you should pull away from him too, but you can't bring yourself to with the way he presses on your pulse point, gently squeezing your wrist. "let's get you back to toji, yeah?"

"i heard my name." speak of the devil. "what's goin' on here?"

shit, this probably looks bad.

and before you can get a word out, sukuna's already answered. "just protecting my girl from other men," sukuna shrugs, hand disconnecting from your arm to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you up against his side.

this fucking guy.

"i'm not—" you start before getting cut off.

"oh yeah?" toji muses, reaching for his drink which you hand to him, his eyes flitting between you and sukuna.

"yeah, but we're about to go dance." sukuna plucks your drink from your other hand, giving that one to toji too.

"mmm, i see," toji's gaze settles on you, eyes searching yours, communicating silently before he continues.

he sees the way you've already relented in sukuna's hold, your body shifted towards his as you're standing closer together.

"then at least put on a nice show."

with that you're being dragged away, feet stumbling behind sukuna as he leads you to the dance floor. toji is following closely behind, only parting ways to take a seat in a corner booth near the floor.

you don't have time to think much about it— if this is really okay, or if toji is going to be upset. he's never been a jealous type, but still you're unsure. sukuna was so bold, his words teasing but carrying the weight of genuine attraction.

"c'mere," sukuna's hands rest on your hips, spinning you around until your back is flush against his chest.

you gasp at the sudden contact, the heat radiating off his body enveloping you as he keeps you pressed up against him. he's unhurried, guiding your hips easily, side to side as he moves with you.

the bass thumps in your ears, colorful lights flashing and distorting the scenes around you as you scan the room, vision finally narrowing in on toji in his booth.

it's not too far but the lights barely reach it, making him difficult to see but now that you know he's there, you can tell he's looking at you.

drink in his hand, he raises the glass to his lips, eyes locked on you and his friend behind you. there's a familiar ache building between your legs as your mind rushes over the last interaction with them, the look toji gave you just before sukuna led you away, the way he was teasing you earlier when you were on his lap.

testing the waters you roll your hips back, ass pressing against sukuna's crotch as his hands tighten on your waist.

"careful," sukuna warns before grinding up against you.

a sigh slips past your lips at the feeling of his growing bulge sitting against your ass. 

he's shameless, pulling you back to meet his movements as he ruts against you, making sure you can feel the way his cock hardens in his pants.

but it's not like you're any better. 

you feel like a virgin— you've done nothing but dance with the man and you can feel your panties are already wet. your slick coats the gusset of the flimsy fabric as your core twists with each movement.

rough hands slide along your hips, down towards your thighs. sukuna reaches for the sides of your ass, fingers dipping under your skirt to grope at the fat, kneading and spreading your cheeks apart as you continue to grind back against him.

fuck, toji has told him a bit about your relationship before, so he knew you weren't a prude, but this?

you'd probably let him fuck you right here in the club.

fingertips drifting along your skin, a shiver runs through your body and you can feel the rumble in sukuna's chest as he laughs behind you at the reaction.

he's so close. tracing along the tops of your thighs under your skirt, just barely grazing the lace of your panties. you don't care that there's people dancing behind you, blissfully unaware of what's happening between you and sukuna, you need more.

you wiggle your hips, head craning to look back up at sukuna who's towering behind you as you try to urge him to keep going.

his hands stay put, not drifting any nearer to where you're nearly dripping and choosing instead to stay pressed against your pelvis, toying with the fabric of your underwear.

"need something?" sukuna asks, tone innocent as he pulls on the elastic before letting it snap back against your skin.

you jolt at the slight sting, a small moan escaping you and making sukuna's cock jump. 

you were going to be fun.

brows furrowed and eyes pleading, you grind harder against him— hoping he'll get the message.

and you think he's going to give you what you want when you feel one of his hands sliding further, brushing along the front of your panties. your breath hitches when you feel his fingers inch lower, threatening to dip between your thighs which you part ever so slightly.

sukuna grins at that, lips twitching upwards at how pliant you are. spreading your legs for him here, next to all these strangers and in front of your boyfriend because you need him to touch you that badly.

his grin only widens when he sees the pout on your lips when he retracts his hand just before reaching the apex of your thighs.

"what's wrong?" sukuna coos, relishing in the frustration starting to seep into your expression.

toji knows that look. he can see exactly what face you're making from where he's sitting, drink in one hand while the other palms at his crotch.

your bottom lip jutted out and eyebrows knit together as you frown up at sukuna. the look you get on your face when you're starting to get desperate.

he can't help but press harder against his pants, craving the friction to ease some of the throbbing in his cock as toji thinks about you.

thinks about all the times you've looked at him that way, always just before you start begging for him to touch you, taste you, fuck you. you didn't care as long as you had your clit played with and your cunt stuffed full. 

needy little thing.

fuck, and it’s not like he wasn't always feeling the same way. he was constantly fighting to keep it together just to hear that one word falling from your pretty lips—

"please," you gasp, head lolling back and resting on sukuna's shoulder as you nudge your nose against his neck. his cologne is musky, the warm scent guiding you deeper into his grasp as his fingers press into your skin.

he didn't even need to ask and you're already here begging him. sukuna's eyes shut for a moment, chest filling with air as he inhales deeply, curbing his own arousal with sheer willpower.

"please what, baby?"

"just need you, please— anything," you speak softly. you know he can hear you, his hips stuttering, pressing harder against your ass.

"tell me how badly you need me," sukuna replies, voice tense as he finally reaches between your legs.

your hips jerk at the feeling of his touch, his fingers prodding at your clothed sex. a low groan resounds behind you when he feels how wet you are.

"so badly, please sukuna— wanna feel good, please."

"fuck, you're soaked down here. you always get this wet?"

you feel your cheeks flush, remembering something similar coming from toji at the beginning of your relationship.

head nodding, you reply silently, earning you another groan when two fingers hook into your panties and tug them aside.

"fuckin’ perfect," sukuna grunts, the pads of his fingers sliding between your folds, collecting your slick before drifting upwards.

bottom lip worried between your teeth you bite back a moan when he finds your clit, all puffy and sensitive with your arousal as he brushes over it.

the slightest contact sending shockwaves coursing through you as your hands reach back to grip his t-shirt.

"so responsive. sensitive, baby?"

you nod again, giving sukuna a little mhm which you're not even sure he catches. but he already knew what the answer would be.

fingers pressing harder, he rubs tight little circles around the bud and you can't hold back your moan this time. soft and honeyed, the sound reaches sukuna's ears and he's addicted instantly. desperate to hear more, his fingers work you faster.

toji exhales, long and slow at the sight before him. his drink long forgotten, there's a ring of condensation around the bottom as he fumbles with his belt.

sukuna's hands are under your skirt and he’s watching you with lidded eyes. toji can see the way your legs are shifting, your head bent back and mouth parted. you're facing him, but unaware of his gaze as you lose yourself in the pleasure you're getting from sukuna.

he wasn't sure at first if you would be open to doing this— to letting him share you— but he should have known.

metal belt buckle clinking, toji finally gets it undone and reaches for his zipper. he tugs it down and shimmies his pants and briefs down over his ass, just enough to free his cock. 

aching, he can feel the blood pumping through it, the angry tip already leaking pre before he even wraps his hand around it.

you don't notice, but sukuna does.

he sees the way his friend is leaning back against the booth, one arm resting on the table and the other underneath it.

he sees the way his friend—your boyfriend—is smirking, gaze filled with lust as he watches your legs start to shake.

your breathing is faster and you can feel your orgasm approaching, your pussy clamping down around nothing until sukuna stops. fingers pulling away from your clit and drawing a whine from you as your eyes glare up at him.

"not yet," sukuna drawls, the hand on your hip pushing you forward to create enough space between the two of you so he can unzip his own pants, "need to feel that pussy cum on my cock."

toji groans, hand jerking his cock languidly— sukuna's seriously going to fuck you here? his grip tightens, wrist twisting as he pumps himself to the view of you, the thought of you being filled to the brim by his best friend in the middle of the dance floor.

your stomach flips, an ounce of awareness flowing back into you as your climax starts to fade away. 

your head lifts up, eyes gazing around you, now hyper-aware of what toji was just thinking about. sukuna is seriously planning on fucking you right here and now, when anyone who's just not drunk enough, not distracted enough, could take one look and know exactly what was going on.

"w-wait, are you sure— oh god, fuck-"

flipping the back of your skirt up, sukuna wastes no time slipping his cock between your thighs. the shaft sits in your panties, gliding between your lips as he presses his hips back against your ass. the head catches on the soiled fabric, precum joining the arousal that’s already dampened it. 

you're immediately grinding back onto him, feeling each vein and the mushroom tip rubbing along your cunt as you leak onto him, juices coating his length.

that's all it took for you to forget about your surroundings again. not a worry on your mind, just cock-drunk and desperate as you reach between your legs. soft fingers wrapping gently around him, sukuna twitches in your hand, needing to bite down on his lip to keep from cumming right then and there.

you're up on your tip-toes again, trying to guide him towards your entrance, fumbling around until you're able to feel the tip of his cock prodding at your hole.

"fuck baby, you're gonna kill me," sukuna groans, rolling his hips, a strangled sound following his words when he feels the head push past that ring of resistance and finally slip inside. 

and god, you were so fucking tight. he should have fingered you before. slipped two, maybe three inside your pussy, curling and pumping them in and out of you to stretch you open. but he couldn't wait any longer.

your nails dig into the skin on his hips as you grip onto him for stability, the head alone already feeling like it's splitting you in half. you don't know how you're going to take all of him.

eyes clamped shut, you let out a shaky exhale. "too big— 's not gonna fit."

"it'll fit, but you gotta relax for me," sukuna coos, voice soft despite fighting the urge to slam himself into you, burying himself in one fluid motion.

instead, he reaches back around, giving attention to your clit once more. rubbing you in the way you like, he works you over while pressing deeper inside, inch by inch as your pussy gets wetter for him.

"thaaat's it, see how well you're takin' me?"

his praise makes your core tighten, heat rising to your cheeks as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. you don't even realize you've been holding your breath until you feel sukuna bottom out, the two of you releasing a collective moan.

toji's jaw is tight, teeth clenched as his chest heaves, his own orgasm building. 

you're both hot, and he can't deny how good you look together. sukuna’s arm around your waist, holding you close to him while the other is still under your skirt. your lips plant slow, wet kisses to the side of sukuna's neck and he tilts his head, jawline on display as he gives you better access to his throat.

red irises find green ones, the two men unable to break eye contact as you worship sukuna with your mouth and with your pussy that's wrapped tight and fluttering around him, clenching when he starts to move. 

he doesn't look away while he pulls his hips back, his length dragging along your gummy walls until only half of him is still inside you. he doesn't look away from toji when he thrusts back inside, a sharp snap of his hips that makes your tits bounce and your eyes slide shut.

allowing the saliva to gather in his mouth, toji finally breaks eye contact, just for a moment to let his spit fall, the fat glob landing right on the tip of his cock.

"fuuuck," sukuna groans, low and hungry as he sets a steady pace.

he wishes he could fuck into you without restraint, at whatever pace he wants in whatever position he wants— but he can't. forced to hold back so you're less likely to get caught, rutting into you with lazy thrusts as his fingers continue rubbing tight circles on your clit.

you can taste the salt from the sweat on his skin, swiping your tongue along his neck before latching your lips on again and sucking gently. 

his arm is firm around your torso, hugging you close and squeezing your stomach. the added pressure leaves you squirming in his hold, his cock feeling even bigger, deeper, with the weight on your tummy.

"so fuckin' tight, baby," sukuna grunts. you can smell the liquor on his lips just before his tongue laps at that spot just behind your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

your hands release their grip on his hips, drifting higher to card through his hair, the short undercut sifting between your fingers while his teeth nip at your earlobe.

"s'kuna," you rasp, voice breathless as the pads of his fingers press harder, rougher against your poor, sensitive clit. you're throbbing around him, and he knows you're close.

"you gonna cum?"

you nod quickly, mumbling a quiet 'uh-huh' which leaves a feral grin on his face. 

he's been wanting to feel you gushing around him since the moment toji pointed you out to him and now that he’s getting what he wants, he can't hold himself back. just once, sukuna tells himself before he pulls out all the way and slams back in, his ears just barely registering the slick sound of your pussy when he does.

"o-oh fuck!" you cry out into his shoulder, teeth biting down to muffle your voice.

"gonna miss this pretty pussy." sukuna's rougher, more careless with his thrusts, getting hooked on that last brutal one. he's craving the way your cunt constricted around him when he bullied his cock back inside and the little sob you let out because of it.

sukuna’s fingers are working faster, pressing harder, to match his new pace and toji can see the way sukuna’s arm is flexing. veins littering the limb as he drives you towards your peak. and of course he hasn't missed the way sukuna's fucking you now— each thrust has your tits jiggling, threatening to spill out of the little top you have on.

and you have no fucking clue.

to dumb on the feeling of being stretched out on sukuna's dick, you have no idea how much of a show you're giving toji— how much of a show you're almost giving everyone else.

gripping tighter, toji strokes himself faster. wet with spit and precum, his hand glides easily along the shaft and still the feeling doesn't even come close to what he knows sukuna is experiencing right now. that pussy is probably dripping around his base, the insides of your thighs, down to his balls—

"shit, doll—" toji grunts, his free hand coming under the table to cup his own balls, tugging gently as he feels his release building.

"kuna— kuna, 'm gonna cum," you're babbling softly into his neck, lips brushing against his skin and he knows he's close too but he'll be damned you don't cum first.

"open your eyes," his voice is gruff, cutting through your tunnel vision and drawing your attention back to him as he drives you to your peak. "there ya go, head up, baby. look at your pretty boyfriend when you're cumming on my cock."

your vision hazy from your eyes being clamped shut, you scan for toji, a lopsided smile settling on your lips when you meet his stare. his brows are furrowed, his mouth agape, and you can see his climax washing over him the minute yours hits.

the minute you're shaking in sukuna's arms, gasping for breath as you cum is the moment that ruins toji. with a guttural groan he's tugging on himself one last time before his balls are twitching, ropes of cum spurting from his tip into his hand and onto his thighs under the table.

"yeah, that's it— fucking milkin' me, baby." sukuna's losing his rhythm, his hips faltering as your pussy keeps quivering around him, and you keep whimpering his name into his ear, the overstimulation leaving your brain fuzzy.

"gonna fill you up, you want that?" you're nodding your head even before the whole question is out, just eager to give him whatever he wants.

"yeah, she loves that shit, don't ya, doll?" toji's voice cutting in sends your eyes flying open to see him standing before you, signature smirk on his face. he brings a hand to yours, grabbing your chin in his hands he tilts your head up to him, forcing you to look him in the eyes as sukuna keeps fucking you from behind. "you wanna walk out of here with his cum dripping down your legs, don't you?"

it's not really a question that time— he knows it's true. and still you answer, nodding your head and sukuna can't take his eyes off you two.

the tension between you is spreading to him, enveloping him in your arousal as he teeters on the edge of his release, he just needs that one last push—

"tell him then, be a good girl."

your head falls back, eyes looking up at sukuna as he stares down at you with hunger, tongue slipping out to wet his lips. "kunaaa," you whine, "want you to cum inside me— wanna feel it filling me up, please."

he never stood a chance. 

the second the words leave your mouth he's moaning out your name, his cock twitching once before he's spilling inside you. rope after rope of his seed filling your pussy as he sighs deeply, hand slipping out of your panties before he pulls out.

sukuna's quick to adjust the soiled undergarment, pulling it taut as his spend starts to seep out of your poor hole onto the fabric.

you squeeze your knees together, smoothing down your skirt as you just pray that your panties will hold up until you're back home. sukuna grins, tucking himself away while toji slips an arm around your waist, finally getting to feel the warmth of you pressed up against him again.

"you two gonna head out?" sukuna questions, running a hand through his sweat-slicked hair while the three of you make your way off the dance floor.

"yeah, gotta clean this messy girl up," toji chuckles, prompting you to swat at him.

"you're so annoying," you huff before turning back to sukuna. "maybe we'll see you again sometime?"

sukuna raises a brow at that, teeth bared in a quick smile, "long as your boyfriend doesn't mind— i'm more than willing to make that happen."

toji rolls his eyes, hand sliding to your lower back as he guides you out in front of him, "yeah, yeah, we know."

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sukuna scoffs from where he’s sprawled back in the beach chair, one arm lazily hanging off the side.

“i don’t burn”

“yes you do”

“i literally don’t”

“your nose got pink last time”

his eyes narrow immediately, “it did not.”

“you then complained that it itched and brooded about it the whole time”

“i don’t brood”

you hum ignoring his offense entirely and pat your thighs.

“c’mere”

he stares at you for a long second before clicking his tongue and leaning forward anyway because despite all his dramatics, sukuna has never once denied you when you used that tone on him.

you snort as sukuna settles in front of you. his massive frame blocks the sun completely and he smells like saltwater and heat already despite barely having stepped into the ocean.

you squeeze sunscreen into your palms and rub it across his shoulders.

his muscles flex beneath your hands while you smooth lotion over the dark markings curling along his skin, careful and thorough despite the way he eyes you.

you drag your fingers over his neck and jaw, rubbing sunscreen into the bridge of his nose while he looks deeply inconvenienced by affection.

“look down”

“this is humiliating.”

“look down, so i can get the back of your neck.”

he grumbles under his breath but tilts his chin downward anyway. his previously bored, half lidded eyes, dilate at the sight of your cleavage, right. in. his. face.

how blissful.

yuji bursts into giggles. you had spiked up sukuna’s hair to stand up in a funky way.

“you look funny papa”

sukuna grimaces.

“want me to throw you into the ocean?”

“yeah!”

“…”

you laugh so hard you nearly smear sunscreen into sukuna’s eye.

you take turns, with sukuna now applying sunscreen onto your back.

eventually yuji tears off toward the shoreline with a plastic bucket in hand, sandals abandoned somewhere behind him.

you lean back into your chair with a satisfied sigh while sukuna sits beside you, one arm draped lazily behind your head.

for a while the two of you simply watch.

yuji jumps over tiny waves, yelling triumphantly every single time he successfully crosses one.

he crouches to collect shells with complete seriousness only to abandon them three seconds later because another wave has appeared.

his little laugh carries over the water. your chest feels warm.

“he looks like you when he gets excited,” you murmur, nuzzling against the base of sukuna’s neck.

“poor kid”

you elbow him lightly, “it is cute sukuna, you are cute”

before sukuna can mull over your words, yuji suddenly turns around spotting the two of you immediately.

“papa!! come here!!”

sukuna pretends not to hear,

“papa!!”

you mouth a slight ‘go’ as your husband sighs dramatically before obliging as per usual.

the water reaches just beneath his knees when yuji grabs his hand excitedly and starts dragging him around with all the strength a six year old could possess.

you pad in after them enjoying the waves and the feel of soft sand beneath your bare feet.

you smile to yourself. it is almost absurd seeing sukuna getting ordered around by a child carrying a neon orange shovel.

yuji points toward a lopsided sandcastle near the shore, “help me make it BIGGER” he sticks his arms out to act out how big he wanted it to be.

sitting back down on your chair you try not to look too amused as sukuna crouches down into the sand.

his large hands awkwardly shape wet sand while yuji gives deeply unnecessary instructions beside him.

“more tower”

sukuna looks over at you, pleading for an escape. you wave him off.

“it’s a sandcastle not a fortress” he mutters back.

“more tower” yuji runs about, sometimes gathering sand and sometimes water. most of the time being largely unhelpful.

sukuna clicks his tongue and adds another tower.

hours later the sky begins softening into gold.

yuji’s exhausted enough now to become clingy, dragging his feet through the sand while holding onto sukuna’s hand.

“i need to wash my feet” you brush sand off your legs with a tired groan.

before you can even move, sukuna bends down and scoops you into his arms effortlessly.

you yelp, “kuna—”

he pats you lower thigh,“stop squirming”

people nearby glance over briefly before immediately looking away once sukuna glares in their direction.

you hide your snicker against his shoulder while he carries you toward the rinse station near the boardwalk.

the water runs cool over your feet as he holds you securely against his chest, an arm around your waist like you weigh nothing at all.

yuji stands beside him sleepily rubbing his eyes.

once your feet are clean, sukuna sets you carefully onto the bench.

then without a word, he crouches down.

you blink.

“..what’re you doing?”

he grabs your sandals from beside the bench.

“your feet’ll get dirty again.”

years of loving him and your heart still stutters stupidly.

sukuna slides the sandals onto your feet one by one with mild annoyance etched across his face, but you know better. his love language when it came to you, was acts of service.

meanwhile yuji watches with narrowed eyes, “papa..?”

“what.”

“that’s sooo romantic” he smiles ear to ear.

sukuna immediately flicks water at his forehead.

yuji screeches dramatically while you laugh loud enough that people turn to look again.

“where did he even learn that?” sukuna asks, a mild smile overtaking his usual harsh features.

you shrug, in a dream-like trance, the domesticity of this moment making your heart soar.

and for once, sukuna doesn’t care at all.

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