â Jack Abbot x Nurse!fem!Reader â (previous part)
summary: on the worst fourth of july of your career, you suddenly hear that Jack has been hurt
word count: 3k
cw: a little bit angsty and a lot of fluff/flirt, thinking about death, mentioning THAT character's death
a/n: took me three days to write this, had a little mental breakdown and an imposter syndrome but hey! i'm fine now (thanks again to my wife for proofreading)
â¤ď¸âŹ Thank you so much for reading!
You hated fourth of July shifts.
They were filled with fireworks injuries, drunk men staring at the space where their fingers used to be, children flushed and trembling, forgotten in the heat by their distracted parents and other heatstroke victims collapsing on sidewalks. It was always the same bunch of disasters.
But this oneâŚ
This one was the worst fourth of July since you became a nurse. Louie had died. The word still felt wrong in your mouth, dead, dead, dead. The bed where he should have been had been stripped, disinfected, remade and a new patient had been rolled in within half an hour. The sound of his laugh had been replaced by someone elseâs breathing, someone elseâs pain. Someone who wasnât Louie.
The world hadnât paused to let you grief.
And Langdon came back. You had rehearsed apologies in your head since the beginning of the shift (long before that if you were honest to yourself). Iâm sorry Lang. Sorry that you think that our friendship existed until your situation became serious. Sorry I didnât answer your calls. That I didnât call back. We were friends. We still are, if you accept. Iâm the one who failed you. But when he stood there in front of you, the words refused to surface. There was always a patient waiting, something more urgent than your own guilt.
And as if all of that was not enough, the department had been gifted Oglivie. You were fairly certain that this guy was the incarnation of Satan on earth, sent to test the limits of everyoneâs patience and to destroy all of you, Dennis first.
So yes, you fucking hated fourth of July shifts.
And it was only just noon.
ââââââââââ
You were halfway through inserting an IV into someoneâs arm in the hallway (because of course, there were no beds left) when Robby appeared beside you, waiting for you to finish and standing there, hands in his jacketâs pockets. That never meant anything good. It reminded you too much of the day he told you about the pills in Langdonâs locker. Of the day he told you he was going to leave for three months away on his motorcycle like it was casual and not something that made you and Jack consider slashing the tires.
âWhat?â you asked, tone clipped, still focused on the vein.
âYouâre going to hear this from someone, kid,â he said quietly. âSo Iâd rather it be me.â
Your stomach dropped before your brain could catch up, a sickening sensation spreading through your body, like his words had pulled all the warmth out of your blood at once. Robby must have seen you pale, because he immediately added:
âJackâs fine, butâŚâ
Your pulse felt like detonation in your ears. âBut what?â
âThere was a call from his SWAT team,â Robby said, choosing his words carefully as you finished securing the IV. âSome shots were fired in a house and he brought one of them in. Pretty bad shape but heâs gonna make it.â
âIs he hurt?â you asked, trying to stay controlled, professional.
âMinor. Something near his shoulder, butâŚhe wouldnât let anyone look at it until his guy was stabilized.â
Of course he didnât.
Of course Jack Abbot fucking didnât.
Your hands dropped from the patientâs arm, finally turning fully toward your attending.
I want to see him Robby. I need to. I have to make sure heâs okay.
âWhere is he?â you questioned instead.
âTrauma five.â
You nodded once, with a muttered âThanks Robby,â before walking toward there, stripping off the gloves you were still wearing and tossing them into the nearest bin.
You didnât run. No, worse: you couldnât run. Running was for codes, meaning that someone was dying. Jack is not coding, Jack is okay, he is fine, thatâs what Robby says. That itâs minor. Minor. Fuck, how I hate that word. Minor compared to what? To a body bag?
Your throat tightened as you continued to walk, each step feeling too heavy, like the floor was trying to swallow your legs. You forced your breathing to steady. Inhale. Exhale.
If he were critical, Dana would have made sure the code could be heard by everyone in the hospital. If he were unstable, Princess would have ran up to me. If he were dyingâŚNo.
Your hand brushed the wall as you turned the corner towards the room, your fingertips against the cold surface to ground yourself, to confirm that the building was still solid beneath your fingers.
You had to get in there and confirm with your own eyes that he was still breathing and alive, because you couldnât survive being the one standing in a room and hear Robby say, âWe did everything we could,â knowing that Jackâs bed would soon get stripped, disinfected and remade.
You pulled the curtain open and for one brief suspended second, your heart stopped. Not because of what was there, but what could have been there.
It was him. Just him, sitting on the edge of the bed, still entirely dressed up and his hands braced on his knees like he had been waiting, waiting for me? He looked up the second the curtain moved, his hazel eyes locking onto yours.
He is here. Alive. Breathing. He is not being open on a table, not flatlining. I am not gonna see him being zipped into a body bag today.
You stepped inside, closing the curtain behind you, sealing the two of you away from the loud noises of the ER even just for a few minutes.
âTake it off,â you ordered, refusing to let any weakness slip into your voice.
âHey, sunshine.â
âThe vest, the shirt. Donât make me repeat myself, Jack.â
A faint corner of his mouth twitched despite the circumstances. âYes, maâam.â
He reached for the straps first, his movements slowed by the adrenaline leaving his system, the vest ending up on the chair with a heavy thud. Then, he caught the hem of his black shirt and pulled it over his head.
Donât stare, donât stare, donât stare.
His chest was broad, muscles still defined from his years as a soldier and maintained by the whole SWAT ordeal andâŚfucking tanned, is that what happens when you do the night shift? You get to know what itâs like to feel the sun on your face?
You stepped behind him, checking the aspect of the wound among the lighter scratches. âDonât move.â
âI wasnât planning to, specially if you have scalpels nearby. Wouldnât want to scrape this body.â
You pulled on fresh gloves, rolling your eyes. Up close, you realized that it was shallow: a long red abrasion near the shoulder blade and no blood pouring out of it. That meant no need for stitches, just cleaning, disinfecting, patching and giving a few instructions that Jack would absolutely ignore.
âYouâre lucky,â you muttered, pouring saline slowly over the wound, running down his back in thin rivulets and washing away the dried blood.
âSo Iâve been told.â
âFunny.â
You focused on the scrape, on dragging the gauze carefully over the torn skin and pressing it down firmly, thatâs what I know by heart, to care and to heal, I could do this in my sleep: pressure, clean, protect. if only everything were that simple.
âHowâs the officer?â you asked after a moment, forcing your voice to settle into a normal conversation rather than speaking about the abyss of desperation you had spiraled into all the way up to this room.
âStable,â he replied. âThe bullet entered through the neck but I intubated him on scene and I donât think thereâll be major damage.â
Your fingers paused briefly before resuming. âThatâsâŚthatâs good.â
âIt is. Officer Hiro is a good man.â
You taped the dressing down carefully, smoothing the edges with your fingertips longer than would be necessary.
âThere,â you breathed, stepping back in front of him. âYouâll live.â
That was when the feeling hit you again. The fear. The images of what could have been: the version of this room where he wasnât sitting on the edge of the bed, the version where you were outside the curtain, listening - or worse, inside it, handing the instruments to Robby, checking the vitals, bringing the defibrillator closer, hearing yourself ask âtime of death?â like it wasnât also yours. The version where you promised everything you had if they would just let him stay, the one where you followed the casket down into Earth because if his body went still, you were certain that something in yours would stop answering too.
He saw it. You didnât know how, maybe something in your face had shifted or maybe he noticed that you werenât entirely there, your focus still somewhere past him and the present.
âHey,â he said softly, but you couldnât reply.
You were still in that other version of the room, I need another blood bag, clear, weâre losing him, time of death?
His hand came up slowly, fingers wrapping gently around your wrist. âSunshine.â
That pulled you back enough, your throat trying to swallow a thick ache that wouldnât quite pass. Without a word, he guided your hand until your palm pressed flat against his chest. Right over his heart, where you felt it immediately: the steady rhythm, the most perfect, fucking stubborn cycle of thuds you ever heard.
He covered your hand with his, keeping them both there, where each beat was dragging you further and further away from the other room, heâs not flatlining, heâs okay, I wonât have to hear silence where his heart should be.
âStill here, okay?â he murmured carefully.
âDonâtâŚJack,â you sniffled.
He rose slowly from the edge of the bed, not letting your hand slip from his chest as he stood, leaning forward to rest his forehead gently against yours while his thumb brushed over your knuckles in a repetitive motion. âIâm here,â he said again.
âI know,â you whispered, trying to calm your uneven breaths, to focus on the brush of his breath against your skin and the unmistakable sounds beneath your palms, alive, alive, alive, the word pulsing with each heartbeat.
After a few moments of quiet, he smiled. âI liked this morning.â
You let out a disbelieving breath. âYouâre unbelievable, you know that?â
âIâm very serious,â he replied, pulling back just enough to properly look at you before continuing, softer, âI was in the ambulance and all I could think about was how nice it had been to wake up next to you.â
You blinked at him. âWhile you were holding pressure on someoneâs neck?â
âI can multitask,â he shrugged with the smallest smug smile at the corner of his lips before brushing a loose strand of hair away with the back of his fingers. âAnd I also thought about last night.â
Heat crept up your cheeks. âJack.â
âAnd aboutâŚâ he murmured, his fingers trailing from your hair to the nape of your neck, his thumb lingering just under your ear, âhow I had to keep my shirt on until it was you checking me. Wouldnât want to explain to Robby how I got those little marks and how his very professional and very sweet nurse is absolutely not that sweet in the sheets.â
Your eyes widened.
He tilted his head slightly, studying the way the redness spread along your neck, his gaze dragging slowing over your face. âBut more likeâŚâ he continued, voice dropping lower, âa feral cat with very sharp claws.â
You swatted his arm, mortified and glancing toward the curtain. âYouâre insufferable!â
âWhat?â he asked innocently, though the corner of his mouth betrayed him.
âYou cannot say things like that in here!â you grumbled.
âWellâŚyouâre the one who started, telling me to take my clothes off the second you walked in.â
âThat was on a purely profe-â
Before you could finish your sentence, he leaned in, closing the small space between you, his lips finding yours as his hand moved from your neck to cradle the side of your face, thumb slowly caressing your cheek and silencing the whole ER. You felt the exhale he released into the kiss, almost a sigh as your hand moved from his heartbeat to cling on his shoulder.
When he finally pulled back, he kept his forehead close to yours.
âYou were saying?â
You blinked at him, words gone entirely from your tingling lips, like he had just wiped your mind clean.
âThat it wasâŚpurely professional?â he supplied, his smugness slipping back into his tone now that he seemed to understand that the sadness in your eyes had eased.
âYes,â you replied, clearing your throat. âExactly. AndâŚanyone could walk in here.â
You stepped back a little, smoothing down the front of your scrub top while he looked at you, one eyebrow slightly lifted.
âSunshine.â
âIâm serious,â you insisted, lowering your voice. âWeâre notâŚofficial to the service. And we,â you gestured vaguely between the two of you, âare not a public spectacle for our colleagues. Between HR who will become a nightmare, Zidan who will start betting pools about how long this lasts and Princess and Perlah sharing it to the whole department beforeâŚâ
He sat back on the bed, arms folding across his bare chest, looking way too amused as he watched you unravel, which would definitely be easier if he could just put. a shirt. on. seriously, is that too much to ask? there really is no god above or at least none who has mercy on you.
âYou canât justâŚâ you waved your hand, frustrated, âdo this in the middle of a trauma bay.â
âDo what?â he asked mildly.
âThis!â You gestured again, to his torso.
He glanced down at himself, then back up at you. âOh.â
âYes, oh. Put a shirt on!â
âI thought you liked the view,â he smirked. âIsnât it what you begged for last night?â
You closed your eyes, sighing. âWhere is your shirt?â
âTook a spare in my locker. Itâs on the chair.â
You turned towards the corner where the vest had been dropped, the spare shirt folded neatly with it.
âYou could have put this on when I finished the bandage,â you muttered, grabbing it.
âI was enjoying the lecture.â
You shot him a look over your shoulder, before handing it to him, earning a âThanks maâamâ as he, careful of the fresh dressing, pulled it over his head.
You gave him a once over, folding your arms, am IâŚstarting to act like him? is that whatâs happening? is this how it works? the more time you spend with someone the more you become insufferable like them?
âBetter.â
âDisappointed?â he asked lightly.
âOh immensely, Doctor Abbot,â you replied sarcastically, rolling your eyes okay, no, Iâm definitely starting to sound like him, no wonder Dana and Robby are looking at me like Iâve been body-snatched. âHow will I survive without the view?â
âIâll file a complaint to the HR,â he smirked. âWhat an unacceptable loss of morale from a nurse to an attending.â
âYouâŚâ you sighed, stepping closer to adjust the collar of his shirt. âYou are a nightmare, you know that?â
âAnd yet you keep me.â
You inhaled through your nose, trying very hard not to smile. âThat is still under review.â
His grin widened as you continued: âNow, stay sit on the bed. Ten minutes. I want to make sure that you donât get dizzy.â
âNoted.â
âAnd no more comments about last night in here.â
âAlso noted.â
âAnd keep down theâŚsmirking,â you finished, pointing at his face.
âThat one might be more difficult to control.â
âTry.â
âYes, maâam.â
You folded your arms, giving him a stern look that most definitely betrayed your fondness, hey you know what? letâs have sex Jack. likeâŚright now, on this gurney, in a room where I thought Iâd find you dead. no, Iâm not insane, just very grateful that you are alive.
 âGood. Now if you donât mind Doctor Abbot, I have other patients to check on.â
He gave you a slow, exaggerated nod. âOf course. Wouldnât dream of monopolizing suchâŚinvaluable hands.â
You stared at him. âI should be the one complaining to HR.â
He pressed his lips together, though the amusement was still written all over his face.
You turned toward the curtain but paused with your hand on the edge of it, staring at the thin strip of hallway visible through the gap.
âJack?â
He looked up immediately, all smugness and teasing gone from his voice at the tone of yours. âYes?â
You didnât turn fully back around, cause if you did, you were fairly certain that the words would spill out of your mouth without your permission.
âIâŚâ you stopped and tried again. âI wanted you to know that IâŚâ
âHey.â
The softness in his voice made you finally look at him: he had stood up again and stepped closer, his fingers wrapping delicately around your wrist before lifting it up and pressing a soft kiss to the inside of it. âYou donât need to,â he whispered gently. âWe have time, you and I. And you donât have to tell me today, not if itâs because you were scared, okay?â
You nodded, a quiet, âOkay,â slipping out.
âNow go,â he added, brushing his thumb over your pulse once last time. âBefore someone wonders why youâve been gone this long for a graze on the back of an attending doctor.â
You huffed a breath, pulling the curtain open. âAs long as you stay exactly where I left you. Which is on the bed. For stillâŚâ you glanced at an imaginary watch on your wrist, ââŚsix more minutes. Five, if you promise to behave.â
âThen it will be six.â
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shy!reader x jack abbot | mdni | this is part two! find part one here
authors note: you guys!! thank you sm for the love on part one. i woke up early to write this because i just couldnât stop thinking about them. ugh! xoxo
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the next few weeks became torture in the sweetest way possible. because now jack had a mission and when he had a mission he was dead set on seeing it through.
he noticed how she tucked her chin down whenever he looked directly at her as they passed each other in the hallways.
he noticed how her hands fidgeted with her sleeves while waiting for the elevator. he even noticed how sheâd smile at everybodyâs dogs before their owners.
and most of all⌠he noticed she never believed him when he flirted with her. âmorning, sweetheart.â
she would blink up at him all confused like who, me?
she was driving him insane.
-
on this rare occasion he was off on a friday evening and she was crouched in front of her apartment door struggling to find her keys in her tote bag as she placed her shopping bags on the floor beside her.
so when jack came up the stairs after working out in the gym in their apartment complex, his eyes immediately landed on her.
he called her name as he came up behind her, âwhat do we have here.â he clapped, âhow much stuff did you buy?â
she jumped out of her skin so badly she wanted to just roll away. âoh my god!â she yelped. jack was quick to bend and balance her before she fell over âwoe easy, there.â
âsorry,â she mumbled in embarrassment.
âwhy are you apologizing? iâm the one who startled you outta your shoes â he chuckled.
ââŚi donât know.â
âsorry.â he said earnestly making her smile up at him in response.
he bent down beside her before she could protest, grabbing two of the heavier bags like it was nothing. his forearm flexed under the sleeve of his black compression shirt and her brain basically did a short-circuit turning into mush as she noticed freckles painted against his perfect skin.
âi got it.â
âoh, wait! you donât have toââ
âi know.â
they played this game before.
jack looked down at her then, his eyes narrowing âiâm happy to.â he shrugged.
her mind went blank. she thought she might actually pass out. jack definitely noticed. because a tiny smirk pulled at his mouth. not mean or anything⌠just pleased and maybe a little cocky.
-
once they arrived inside her apartment, she rushed around clearing space on the counter while he set everything down.
âthanks,â she said softly. âagain⌠weâre always meeting like thisâ she let out an awkward chuckle.
jacks heart tightened at that. he hadnât felt this way about someone like this since his wife. he knew he was walking into murky water, but he felt that it was time. it was right. âyou always this nervous around me?â
his low teasing voice made her feel hot all over. she pressed her hand against her check as she glanced around her tidy apartment to play off her feverish blush.
âno. i donât know what your talking aboutâ she scoffed.
âsweetheart.â he laughed under his breath. âyou canât even look at me⌠itâs cute.â he mused, trying the waters.
her face went molten. she pinched her arm to confirm that this was actually happening.
oh god, this is actually happening.
jack leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, watching her carefully because he wasnât teasing her anymore. suddenly he looked almost curious. cautious as he thought of what he was going to do next.
is this okay? he thought.
âhas nobody told you youâre cute before?â
her mouth fell open. then closed. then open again before she finally let out a strangled sound, ânot like that.â
jackâs entire expression changed. he looked at her like sheâd said something completely unbelievable because how could men her age not understand the gravity of her being.
âare you serious?â
she shrugged awkwardly, looking everywhere but at him âi mean⌠not really.â
jack stared at her for a long beat before pushing himself off the counter, walking closer as he body twisted over hers. she wanted to shrink away and hide but the excitement in her stomach kept her feet grounded to the hardwood floor.
âcâmere.â he said causing her heartbeat to quicken so fast she was scared he might hear it.
she moved slowly so she was right in front of him, close enough that she could smell his cologne and the undertone of sweat that stuck to his clothes.
one of his fingers hooked gently under her chin. âcan you look at me?â
she did as he asked, biting the inside of her cheek as jackâs gaze softened so much it almost hurt to look at him. the was floor disappearing from right under her feet as his touch electrified against her skin.
âpretty girl,â he said quietly like it was the most obvious thing in the world, âyou really have no idea, huh?â
-
one month later..
it happened on a thursday night.
the elevator opened on their floor just as she was coming back from taking out the trash, and there he was waiting to down and meet his friend robby for a pep talk.
jack was in dark sweatpants and a hoodie. he looked impossibly cozy and she couldnât help but let her eyes travel down his body.
his eyes landed on her instantly. shock glittering his features. âoh hey, sweetheart.â
there went her ability on being a human being.
âhi, jack.â she smiled.
she stepped out of the elevator, his gaze lingering on her face as she crossed her arms for support while he looked like he was thinking for something.
jack sighed quietly to himself. he contemplated this for weeks, battling with the idea of going through with this. he wasnât trying to replace his late wife. never. but he wanted to find connection again, and he just had a feeling about y/n.
trust your gut he said to himself.
âokay.â
she blinked. âokay?â
âi canât keep doing this,â arms flying out beside him as he spoke.
panic. terror, earth shattering anxiety stampeding toward her at full speed.
âdoing what?â she asked blabbed.
jack looked at her for a long moment before laughing softly under his breath. he couldnât believe how sweet she was. how kind. how innocent. he wanted more. he needed to explore her in every way possible.
âyou keep getting nervous every time we see each other,â he said.
her face burned hot enough to melt through concrete. âiâm sorry!â she said quickly, her hand flying onto grasp at his arm. her way of motioning that she felt horrible for making him even bring it up.
he took a step closer, allowing her hand to take grip of his hoodie as he shook his head at her, âdonât be sorry.â he cooed.
âi keep trying to get your attention and subtly dropping hints. but i donât think youâre fully grasping my intentions here.â
she gulped. eyes zoning onto his while he craned his neck down, creating their own little bubble. as if he didnât want to scare her off or loose his nerve.
âso iâm trying something else.â he finished.
she could hear her own heartbeat.
jack shoved one hand into his pocket, watching her carefully now. way less cocky than usual.
making the air even more serious. more charged.
âthereâs this little deli a few blocks over,â he said.
âitâs been there for longer than youâve been alive.. probably.â he said with a smile, âitâs open all night. shitty coffee. decent sandwichs.â
she stared at him and he stared back intently.
âcarsonâs deli?â she questioned, eyebrows raising
jack scoffed in surprise, âyeah, butââ
âthey have good parmââ jack gaped at her. she was something else.
he laughed deeply making her stop and chuckle out a âwhat?â
authors note: a little self indulgent imagine. i hope my fellow shy girls enjoy <3 [ due to popular demand: find part two here ]
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she was crouched in the hallway outside her apartment at eight in the morning, trying to pick up the contents of a ripped grocery bag.
âare you serious right nowâ she groaned.
she moved into the building about a month ago and already felt too awkward. everyone here seemed polished and so certain of themselves, living their fabulous lives while she still hesitated before speaking in shared elevators.
then came the heavy sound of boots down the hall.
âjesus,â a rough voice muttered. âyou got jumped by a whole foods?â
she looked up too fast. her eyes widening, mouth going dry at the sight of him.
the man standing there was devastatingly handsome. large broad shoulders under a dark tee shirt, a hospital badge still clipped onto it. his face was worn like he was exhausted but in a way that made him even more gorgeous.
his eyes landed on her like she was something that caused her heart to skip a beat. he was looking at her like he actually saw her.
heat crawled up her neck as she spoke timidly, âthe bag broke.â
stupid. obviously he can see that.
âyeah..â he hummed. hands on his hips as he peered down at her.
suddenly he crouched beside her without hesitation, large calloused hands collecting apples before they rolled away. his elbow brushing hers once as she nearly stopped breathing.
ânew neighbor?â he asked.
she nodded. âmhm.. iâm actually across from you.â
âthat explains it.â he hummed, bringing his lips into a sideways smile.
âwhat does?â her curiosity getting the better of her.
âi havenât seen you before.â his gaze flicked toward her, steady and unreadable. âwouldâve remembered.â he shrugged.
her stomach flipped so hard it almost hurt. men never say things like that. not to her.
growing up, she had always felt slightly out of frame beside other girls. too quiet. too nervous. too soft in the wrong ways. boys liked her friends, of course, they were the confident ones, the loud ones, the girls who knew how to flirt without blushing.
meanwhile she spent most of her life shrinking herself before anyone else could do it first.
but jack looked at her like none of that existed. like she was actually worth noticing.
âwhatâs your name?â he asked, struggling slightly with the weight of his body resting on his prosthetic.
she told him her name, earning a hum in response as he handed her the last can from the floor, fingers lingering for half a second. âiâm jack.â
she swallowed. âuh.. i know.â
his eyebrow lifted in curiosity. âoh yeah?â
breathlessly, she let out, âthe walls are thin.â
that made him laugh, deep and low and surprised. and for some reason, that manly sound settled something nervous inside her chest causing her to smile bashfully.
oh my god?! why would you say that?!
jack stood, taking two grocery bags from her hands before she could protest. âcome, iâll walk you in.â
panic dripped into her veins, what was he doing?? he canât do this! âyou donât have toââ
âalready doing it.â
-
inside her apartment, she rushed to clear a couple of unopened boxes off the counter while he set the groceries down. her place was a homey delight, the caramel heugh coming from her sunset lamp creating a warmth that engulfed them as they stood in her kitchen in silence.
she braced for embarrassment.
instead, jack slowly looked around the apartment, then at her. âit suits you.â
her heart stuttered as she let out a chuckle, âyou donât even know me.â she said, a small smile plastered across her face as she gripped onto the island counter.
âdonât gotta know everything.â his eyes held hers again. they were intense enough to make her butterflies flutter. âcan tell plenty already.â
no one had ever looked at her like that before. like she was soft in a way worth protecting. like her quietness wasnât something to apologize for.
she looked down quickly, suddenly shy beneath the weight of his undivided attention. jack noticed, of course he did.
his voice softened. âyou always avoid eye contact like that?â
a nervous laugh escaped her. âhow- i⌠yes.â
âwhy?â he wanted to know.
because people donât usually like what they see she wants to say.
because no one had ever made her feel beautiful before.
because wanting to feel desired felt embarrassing when you spent your whole life feeling forgettable.
but of course she didnât say any of that.
jack stepped closer anyway, not crowding her but still enough for his presence to wrap around her.
âwell,â he said quietly, âyou should stop.â
she finally looked up and there it was againâŚthat devastating look.
the one that made her feel warm, feminine and wanted, like every hidden ache she carried in her head had suddenly been placed in someone elseâs careful hands.
jackâs jaw tightened slightly as he looked at her. âpretty little ladies shouldnât hide.â
her breath caught at that. her heeks going pink and her head all fuzzy as she looked up at him.
because somehow she has an inclination that he meant it.
㠤㠤â â â â â ă ¤â about.
you and jack have a tendencies of flirting, quite a lot. all the night shift has gotten used to it at this point, they are just waiting for the both of you to get it over with.
㠤㠤â â â â â ă ¤.á warnings.
soft angst. eventual smut. age difference (eleven years). flirting. touched starved. blood. medical inaccuracies. canon medical procedures. canon gore details. car accidents. insecurities. chubby reader.
â be sure to read each part's warnings.
㠤㠤â â â â â 㠤ᯠmain masterlist.
ă ¤â complete.
a diptych ËËË
㠤㠤â â â â â 㠤ᯠthe terrible date
a terrible date, on your evening off, ends you up at the emergency service in a bad state. the very same emergency service you work at. (wc: 5.560)
㠤㠤â â â â â 㠤ᯠthe unexpected accident
after almost two weeks off, you came back for the night shift. however with your luck, it started as a terrible nightâone you could only hope would get better. (wc: 13.400)
â back to the pitt archives.
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synopsis â working in the pitt is already chaotic, but do it on the valentine's day week is even worse, especially when a pink box covered in glitter suddenly appears in the nurses' station, inviting everyone to drop an anonymous note. you never expected to write one, not for your attending, jack abbot. what you expected even less was jack writing one too.
c/w â medical inaccuracies !!
fluff
dana and emma had gone completely insane decorating the er.
pink and red heart balloons floated from the ceiling, curling ribbons dangled low enough to brush people's heads when they walked by, paper hearts were taped onto computer monitors, chocolate bowls appeared at every nurses' station. emma had been sticking tiny sticker hearts onto everyobody's id and dana had decorated the wheelchairs with pink bows.
the whole er looked aggressively cheerful against the usual chaos of the place.
and there was also a box.
a pink glittered box sitting right in the middle of the nurses' station that looked at you with guilt every time you walked by it. it shouldn't have been possible for a inanimate object to look judgmental, but somehow dana had managed for it to do so. there was the name written across the front in giant letters:
PAGING DR. VALENTINE
you laughed the first time you read it, and santos looked at you like you had officially lost it. next to the box sat different stacks of heart shaped little papers of three colors. pink for doctors, red for surgeons and white for nurses. underneath the tittle, in smaller handwriting, were the instructions:
pick a color.
write your anonymous love message.
drop it in the box.
half the er pretended not to care yet everyone was always paying attention to anyone that came close enough to the box. people slowed down when they walked past it and lingered at the nurses' station longer than necessary to have an excuse to stay close while someone folded a heart shaped paper and dropped inside the box.
javadi had been its first victim, she was pacing around it like a lost deer when everyone saw her picking a white paper heart and the entire day everyone spent it talking about her and, apparently, mateo. after seeing javadi mortified the whole day, nobody approached the confession box without witnesses which was exactly why you hadn't touched it.
since you first noticed the box, your eyes caught on it, and every single time, dana caught you looking.
âyou still haven't put one in, âshe accused you behind a chart.
you let out a laugh, leaning against the counter, ânot planning on doing it.
âsmart girl. this is hr paperwork waiting to happen, âjack appeared behind you, dropping a new chart onto dana's desk without slowing down.
âexcuse you, this is team bonding, âshe scoffed to him.
but jack was already walking away, barely glancing back, âthis is exactly how lawsuits start.
âyou still need to participate, abbot! âdana called after him
âhard pass!
you watched him leave. fresh out of trauma one, navy scrubs, sleeves pushed up his forearms, moving through the er with all the confidence in the world. he gave a single nod to a nurse as she passed him, said something to a patient that made her laugh, then disappeared around the corner.
dana looked up from her chart and you realized that maybe you'd been staring at jack too much. she smiled, then slightly pushed the glittery box toward you, âyou know it doesn't have to be a love confession, most of these people have written words of encouragement to fellow coworkers...
you hummed like you weren't listening.
âbut... âdana continued, moving papers around like she wasn't actively trying to ruin your life, âif you happen to have something to say to someone... âshe looked at you over the top of her glasses, âthis might be a good opportunity.
you shook your head, trying to ignore the sudden warmth growing on your face, âyou can be incredibly nosy, you know?
she hissed through her teeth and nodded, âbeen spending to much time with perlah and princess. now i notice tension everywhere.
âthere's no tension.
dana looked at you dead in the eyes.
âon your way out? âjack asked.
he spotted robby leaning on the counter at the charge nurse's station and assumed he was signing paperwork before living for the night. the er had finally fell into the night shift's pace, the waiting room was almost empty, lena had taken over dana's place and you left not long after the shift change.
but when jack got closer to robby, he realized his friend was writing carefully on a little heart shaped paper next to the glitter box.
âseriously?
robby didn't even look up, âdon't distract me now. this is actually turning out beautifully.
jack noticed the color of the paper heart. despite acting like he couldn't care less about the whole valentine's day, he unfortunately knew what all colors meant.
âwhy's it white?
âwell, i appreciate nurses, and dana put a lot on effort on this, i don't want her to not receive any messages.
jack crossed his arms against his chest, âi also appreciate nurses.
robby laughed and jack frowned. he finally folded the heart made of paper and dropped it into the box. robby clapped on jack's shoulder.
âwe all know you appreciate residents more. so grab a red one and write something nice, okay?
what if you did it? the thought appeared one afternoon as you helped jack. he had just arrived for his shift and was catching up on cases before the change to the night shift. you stood beside him, updating a chart while he spoke to a patient, asking how he was feeling. jack walked to the check the monitor, grey curls perfectly messy and stethoscope hanging loose around his neck.
your eyes moved to the nurses' station for a second.
it wouldn't even have to mean anything serious, he hated that damn box anyways, maybe he wouldn't even bother reading it. besides, no one would have to know it was you. you could pretend you could pretend you accidentally dropped the stack of red little heart shaped papers and grab one while you picked them up.
what if he did it? no. it was stupid. he was too old for this. he should just ask you out like the grown man he was instead of thinking about anonymous valentine notes like a teenager. and yet, he imagined himself writing something simple, something that would make you smile when you read it. you were focused on the chart in your hands, humming at the patient's words. your eyes looked a little darker, tiredness sitting under them after a long shift and a pen tucked behind your ear because you kept losing it every other hour.
jack's eyes moved from you to the nurses' station.
nobody would have to know he did it. he was sure that you'd receive more than one note and that was why he was so pissed off about that pink glittery box. he noticed how the patients your age looked at you, how new residents followed you around and how nurses and paramedics said something nice while handing over patients.
his note would disappear into a pile of other anonymous notes from people who noticed the exact same things he did. it irritated him more than it should have. he was too old to be jelous.
except, apparently not.
âthis is all yours, âyou handed jack the updated chart, â and i'm leaving, my shift ended like an hour ago. if you see robby, tell him to not stay any later.
he took the chart from your hands, fingers brushing yours, âyou sure you don't wanna stay?
âyou asking me to work overtime or hang out with you?
âwhich answer gets you to stay?
you laughed and jack seemed pretty satisfied with himself for causing it. you shook your head, âgoodnight, abbot. have fun.
jack watched you disappear, heard your quiet goodbye to lena at the front desk, caught one last look of you pushing your hair back as you stepped outside. then you were gone and he almost tripped walking to the pink box, as if he hesitated a second long, he'd talk himself out of it.
he left the chart in his hands on top of the red paper hearts and grabbed a couple, even though jack only needed one. he moved to his desk with the chart and the heart shaped papers, quickly, before somebody saw him, or worse, before he came to his senses.
jack dropped onto the chair at his desk and shoved one of the red paper heart from under the chart.
âdamn abbot, you took multiple. how many people do you plan to write, ârobby slid with his chair from his desk to jack's, âor how many notes do you plan to write to her?
jack didn't look up, pen almost freezing on the paper, âi have terrible handwriting.
âthat's the excuse we're using?
âit's the only one you're getting.
what the hell was he even supposed to write?
he could't do a full love confession, not on a tiny piece of paper without his name on it. jack didn't want to say something that could've come from literally anyone in the department. anyone could tell you you were pretty, anyone could say you were kind, and smart, and... jack groaned and dropped his head into one hand. the problem wasn't writing the note, it was that when he started to think about what he truly wanted to say to you, it stopped sounding anonymous.
you arrived the next morning. february 14th.
dana and emma planned to open the box and hand out the notes to their owners during the shift change at 7 pm, when everyone was there, and yet you still hadn't gathered the courage to write something for jack. all week you'd al most done it but every single time, fear won, but today you woke up differently, braver, maybe because after today the box would disappear and everything would go back to normal.
before you could overthink it, you walked straight to the nurses' station and sat at dana's desk. god knows where she was but she'd understand. she's been a pain in the ass about it all week anyway.
you were analyzing the er from the charge nurse's place, half hidden on the spot. everyone was distracted enough for nobody to notice when you slowly dragged the heart shaped red paper from the counter and slid it in front of you. it shouldn't take you long, you knew exactly what you wanted to write, it's not as if you hadn't been thinking about it the whole week.
âi've been replaced as the day shift charge nurse and nobody had told me, âdana said, leaning on the counter, coffee in hand, as you sat half hidden in her station.
you tried to cover the red heart you were writing in as if you'd been caught doing something illegal. dana laughed.
âyou know? it's good you decided to finally do it, honey.
âi don't know, i still might throw it away.
âoh, you better not. he's a little grumpy but he's gonna love it.
you lowered your eyes back to the note. the words you wrote felt too vulnerable now that somebody beside you knew they existed.
âbreathe. it's cute, âdana's expression softened as she showed you a smile, âand now finish it, give me back my seat and get back to work.
you laughed and mumbled a yes, boss. you read the words on the heart paper one more time, checking that they weren't too cheesy or too obvious they were from you, which felt impossible because every sentence sounded like you. if you could hear yourself in those words, maybe jack would too.
before you folded the paper, you added a tiny heart by his name.
âokay, everyone, just a minute of your precious time!
dana's voice cut through the noise of the er loud enough for half of the department to turn around to look. she stood holding the glitter covered box and emma stood beside her. you came out of a patient room just as everyone stated gathering around them because despite all the mocking, everyone wanted to know.
across the er, jack looked at the scene leaning against a wall, robby next to him, looking far too entertained by what was about to happen.
emma started sorting the little papers by their colors on dana's counter. pink into a plie, white into a another and red...
âoh, âemma said. the entire er watched, waiting to see what caught her attention. she stared down into the box for another second before reaching inside. then, she pulled out two folded red hearts , âthere's only two red.
dana exclaimed something about people in the department being boring and then something about nobody being in love with doctors because they are so emotionally exhausting. you wanted to run, preferably straight into oncoming traffic. somehow it felt like every single person in the department had already figured it out. your face burned hot yet you crossed your arms to stop yourself from visibly panicking.
âone is definitely abbot's, âtrinity mumbled beside you, âif not the two of them.
âhuh?
âabbot. everyone is crazy about him.
you nodded because yeah, you weren't definitely one of them. trinity kept staring across the er toward jack where he leaned against the wall beside robby, looking unimpressed by the entire valentine situation. which, unfortunately, only made him more attractive somehow.
âwhat do you think? âtrinity asked
you swallowed, âi mean... he's cute and always nice, and...
âabout the notes, âshe clarified, trying not to laugh, âwho do you think they're for?
âoh, âyou cleared your throat, moving your eyes away from jack across the er, âyeah, one could be for dr. abbot, and the other one...
emma called your name with a smile.
several heads turned immediately to look at you, including dana's who looked moments away from ascending spiritually. you, on the other hand, were moments away from cardiac arrest. your entire body went stiff, heart hammering so hard against your chest.
emma still held the heart shaped note between her fingers, smiling, waiting for you to go an get it.
trinity gave you a little shove forward and your feet obeyed her. you showed emma a small smile back and mumbled a soft thank you as you grabbed the paper from her hands.
âwell done, ârobby mumbled next to jack side, a little teasing.
jack didn't answer. he just wished he could see your face as you read the note. unfortunately, you went back to your place back to santos and now all he could see was your back, though he wasn't gonna complain. santos had tried to peek once and you'd elbowed her and put the note inside your pocket. jack was trying to keep his composure, he tried not to think about whether if your silence was good or bad.
âdr. abbot, âemma announced next. again, the biggest smile on her face. in her hand sat the last red heart.
he pressed his lips together to everyone looking at him. as he approached emma, dana and robby exchanged a look. dana tilted her head toward you and robby immediately nodded toward jack. and at that moment they both knew, you had written jack's and jack had written yours.
âokay! fun for the doctors is over! now get back to work! âdana said as emma keep calling nurse's and surgeon's names.
you grabbed the note from your pocket as you walked to see the next patient, checked that nobody was paying attention and then you unfolded it:
i don't do valentine's day, but i'd love to take you out for dinner,
it was simple, just a few words, but they made your heart did a little jump after reading it. you stared at the note for another second while walking down the hallway, rereading it and biting back a smile while you tried to regain some professionalism before seeing your next patient. at least this had helped you to ease the panic of being one of the two people that had written to a doctor, to jack nonetheless. you put the note inside your pocket again as you pressed the hand sanitizer dispenser.
âoh! âyou said when you stepped into the room, âdr. abbot.
âhi, âhe said, turning off the monitor.
âwhere's the patient?
ârobby took her to the scanner
you nodded, âi wanted to check up on her before leaving.
âwell, she should be here in... fifteen minutes, âhe checked the watch on his wrist.
you hummed. there were a few seconds of silence as you watched him work. you'd seen him like this hundreds of times before but you could never get used to jack abbot doing the most ordinary things because somehow he remained so attractive.
âsomeone wrote you, âhe pointed out.
you pressed your lips together and nodded. you couldn't deny your heart did a little something when jack mentioned it, âyeah, âyou murmured, âapparently.
jack frowned a little, âyou didn't expected it?
you let out a breath, âwell, not really. but let's talk about you, someone also wrote you, it's surprising that only one person did though... âyou laughed, âi thought you'd receive like at least twenty of them.
âi don't think it's surprising you received a valentine letter.
you blinked, jack continued rearranging the tray with everything he'd need to treat the patient once she arrive but he lifted his eyes to yours from what he was doing.
âeveryone likes you, âhe added.
âjack.
âwhat? it's true. patients ask about you when you're off shift, nurses fight over schedules with you, half of the department looks happier when you walk by.
you shook your head, trying to laugh it off despite the funny feeling in your stomach. did he really notice all of that? âyou're being dramatic.
âyou also draw little hearts everywhere. on langdon's coffee cup, on kids charts sometimes, on your own name on the schedule...
heat rushed to your face, making your earns burns. god, how could you have been so stupid?
âand on my valentine's note too.
you covered your face with your hands, groaning into your palms as the memory hit you again and it physically hurt you. sitting at dana's desk this same morning, looking around to make sure nobody was watching, carefully writing jack's name on the note and then adding the tiny heart beside it like an idiot. you had literally signed your own crime scene.
when you removed your hands from your face, still visibly embarrassed, you saw the look on his face. jack was watching you with a little sparkle on his eyes. got you, he thought.
âi'm sorry, jack. it was just... some stupid thing i did without thinking. i didn't mean it to come out weird or...
âit's okay, âhe made a little gesture with his hand, brushing the apology like it didn't matter at all, âi wrote yours anyways.
you blinked, the words taking a second to register through the panic, âwait. you... what? âyou reached inside the pocket of your scrubs and pulled out the note, âyou wrote this?
âi do hate the box, i must say, âjack admitted, âand i am way too old to be dropping anonymous notes into valentine boxes like a teenager, but as much as i tried to ignore it, i couldn't stop thinking about you.
you wanted the room to open a hole in the floor and swallow you whole, just because you've been wanting to hear this for such a long time that now you didn't know what to do with the fact that jack abbot was standing just a few feet away from you admitting he thought about you often. your heartbeat was so out of control you swore he could heard it.
âsorry, i didn't mean to corner you with it, âjack said after not getting a response from you, âyou don't have to say anything back.
âi'd love to go on a date with you.
jack frowned, a bit confused, and it made your stomach drop. oh no. you looked down at the note in your hands, âthe dinner, âyou clarified, âoh, i mean... if you didn't think about it like a date, i'd still...
jack didn't let you finish.
âi totally thought about it as a date.
you smiled, relieved, the tension leaving your body finally, âokay, âyou laughed under your breath, âgood.
âgood, âjack repeated, âbut now you should probably go home and sleep. i'd inform you tomorrow about your patient.
you nodded. he removed his gloves and tossed them into the trash. jack reached past you, his shoulder brushing yours as he grabbed the handle of the door and opened it, the chaos of the er on the other side of it but neither of you moved. you stood there, trapped in the space between him and the door frame.
with jack standing closer than ever, you could feel the heat radiating from his body, the sexy wrinkles under his eyes, the scruff at his beard matching his salt and pepper hair... your eyes dropped, moving to his lips for just a second. a small smile appeared on them and jack looked outside the room to check if anyone was looking at both of you. after making sure that everyone was busy, he gave you a nod.
you bit your lip and also gave a quick look outside before leaning in and pressing your mouth against his. one of your hands landed against his hard chest for support and his instantly left the door handle and wrapped around your waist, even if the kiss only lasted a couple of seconds.
when you pulled away, you smoothed down your scrub and finally stepped back into the hallway. jack followed you out of the patient room, one hand rubbing his jaw as if he was also trying to collect himself too. he watched you very closely as he walked to the nurses' station. jack actually couldn't stop looking at you as you stopped santos on her way out and told her to wait for you.
jack leaned against the counter, eyes still locked on yours as you disappeared down the hallway to the lockers. dana looked at him over the top of her glasses.
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reader makes a tiktok with jack where you bite his bicep, and it blows up.
pairing: jack abbot x f!reader
warnings: reader is a resident, age gap, jack and his massive biceps, biting??, kissing, teasing, secret relationship.
a/n: as a bicep lover and being jealous of everyone on tiktok who has a bicep to bite, this was born đ
It was currently a little after eight PM and you and Jack were at your house, a very rare occurrence where Jack wasnât working. You were laying with your head in Jack's lap scrolling mindlessly on Tiktok, Jack combing his fingers through your hair lazily while watching TV.
A video had popped up on your feed of a girl eating food off her boyfriend's bicep, the video made you stop in your tracks as an idea bloomed in your brain. You watched the video on repeat, trying to visualise yourself making a video in a similar context.
âWould you watch another video please.â Jack groaned, the music from the six second video clip playing on loop. You quickly shut your phone off and tossed it next to you, you repositioned yourself so that you were sitting on your knees.
âYouâre up to something.â Jack said, narrowing his eyes at you. âWhat? No Iâm not!â You exclaimed. âYouâve got that look on your face.â Jack said pointedly.
âLook?â You questioned, a smirk creeping up on your lips. âExactly that!â Jack exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at your lips.
âFine,â You sighed, pulling out your phone and showing Jack the video. âCan we please recreate this.â You asked excitedly, looking up at Jack.
âAbsolutely not!â Jack laughed. âWhy! You wonât even be in the video, just your bicep.â You tried to reason but he was having none of it. âWhat if people at the hospital figure out itâs me?â Jack said.
You and Jack had been in a secret relationship for two months at this point, you both werenât ready to let anyone know yet. You were both revelling in the peacefulness and bliss of no one intruding in on your lives, no one at work constantly whispering about the two of you.
âFrom your bicep?â You said incredulously, his comment making you stare at him like he had two heads. âYes! Those people on that Tiktok app can find out anything.â Jack stated.
âYou are such an old man!â You giggled. âSo what if I'm not tech savvy? At least Iâm safe!â Jack said, trying to get his point across to you.
âCome on! Please.â You begged, crawling up to Jack on the couch so you were near inches from his face. You were trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes, but nothing was convincing him.
âNope.â Jack said, trying desperately to focus on the TV so that he wouldnât meet your eye.
âAbbot.â You said sternly. Jack whipped his neck around to look you in the eyes again, the use of his last name coming from you making him straighten in his seat and nervously swallow.
âFine.â Jack said, clearing his throat, your face still being locked in on a serious expression. âYay!â You smiled, kissing him on the cheek as your expression softened.
âGod. I forgot how scary you were before we knew each other properly.â Jack shivered, thinking back to you being a stubborn hard faced first year resident as Jack (an attending) barked out orders, which you did not immediately obey. From then on, he knew he was a goner for you.
You shrugged your shoulders and walked towards your kitchen, pulling a can of whipped cream out of your fridge.
âWhy do you have a can of whipped cream?â Jack asked as you sat next to him and shook the can. âFor hot chocolate, obviously.â You said.
You were currently dressed in a little babydoll dress that Jack had gotten you as a gift for your birthday, the sight of you in it never failed to make him practically drool. You crawled onto his lap so that you could position yourself accordingly for the video.
Your dress had bunched up a little so that it was sitting around your upper thighs, your panties planted against his clothed dick making him groan out. You ignored him, deciding to make him suffer for a while longer.
âFlex,â You ordered, Jack obeying as he flexed his bicep. You squirted some cream on his arm and selected the sound you were going to use.
The music filtered out your phone as you started recording, you licked the cream off of his arm and then gently bit in his bicep muscle.
You were about to stop recording when Jack took your chin between his fingers, and moved you so that you were facing him before placing a kiss on your lips. You let out a small squeal in surprise and stopped recording.
âYou didnât have to do that end bit.â You smirked. âFigured if we are already giving them a show, why not fully commit to the bit.â Jack shrugged, resting his head on your shoulder as you watched the video back.
âThat was great.â You smiled. When Jack kissed you, there was nothing identifiable about him all you could see was his lips coming into frame at the end.
âTheyâll love it, baby.â He smiled, Jack's attention going back to the TV.
You captioned the post âGet you an older man whoâll let you do stuff like this !â and clicked post.
You put your phone on charge and headed to bed for your shift in the morning.
âYou go in before me.â You said to Jack as he parked at the hospital.
Jack had to swap shifts with Al-Hashimi so she was covering for him at night instead.
âWhy do I always have to go in first?â Jack argued, huffing as he got out of the car. âBecause youâre the attending, duh.â You rolled your eyes, stepping out the car and swinging your bag over your shoulder.
âFair point.â Jack nodded. âTake long strides!â You called after Jack as he started walking away, he turned around briefly and gave you a quick thumbs up.
You stood by his car for two minutes before you started moving into the hospital.
âMorning!â You smiled at Dana as you rushed past the nurses station and into the locker room to drop your stuff off. When you left the locker room, you noticed a couple of the Doctors and nurse looking at you and whispering.
âWhy is everyone staring at me?â You asked Emma, huffing at the more stares you were getting than normal. âWellâŚâ Emma trailed off and quickly pulled out her phone onto Tiktok.
Your video played and you swear your eyes nearly popped out of your head as you saw the amount of likes you had gotten, you had two hundred thousand likes in the span of ten hours. You had completely forgotten to check your phone when you woke up this morning.
âYouâve gone viral.â Emma giggled, opening up the comments and reading some to you. You covered your face in embarrassment at the boldness of some of the comments and the fact that all your co-workers had found your account!
âI didnât think that video would amass that amount of likes and views!â You whispered. âEven the stupidest things go viral these days.â Emma shrugged.
You were pulled into an incoming trauma and temporarily forgot all about the video as you got stuck into your work. You and Jack worked around each other, the occasional graze of his arm against yours still never failing to make your skin break out in goosebumps.
Once things had settled a little, you got caught up on charting taking the computer next to Trinity and Dennis.
âSo⌠that video huh.â Trinity smirked, breaking the silence. âDonât you start as well!â You exclaimed. âIt was hot!â Trinity said in defence.
âYouâre a lesbian?â Dennis said. âIâm obviously not talking about the guy, fuckleberry!â Trinity said gritting her teeth, and gesturing towards you. The nickname making you hold your laugh in.
âThank you, Trinity!â You beamed. âSo whoâs the guy?â Dennis asked. âI am not telling you that.â You snorted, swivelling your chair back around to face the computer.
âWell itâs obviously someone from the hospital.â Trinity stated. âWhy would it be?â You asked. âBecause when do you have time to meet someone outside of work, youâre like, never out of this hospital.â Trinity shrugged.
âTrinity!â You exclaimed, your feelings were a bit hurt. âI go to bars!â
âIâm always with you, and you donât pull.â Trinity said, cocking an eyebrow. You sighed and Trinity knew she was right. âSheâs going to start listing names.â Dennis pre-warned you.
âShen?â Trinity asked. âNo.â
âLangdon?â Trinity asked, your face screwing up at his name. âThatâs Melâs man.â
âRobby?â Trinity questioned in full seriousness. âWhat? No!â You exclaimed, you reared back in offence.
âOuch.â Robby fake pouted, jumping in on your interrogation. âYouâre like my uncle.â You rolled your eyes. Robby leaned against your desk and became invested in this discussion.
âWhitaker?â Trinity smirked. Both you and Dennis stared at Trinity incredulously and said at the same time âNo.â
âOgilvie?â Trinity asked. You gagged in response.
âAbbot.â Trinity questioned, her lips contorting into a knowing smirk. Robby and Whitaker's eyes both landed on you, interested in your response. âNo.â You said too quickly.
âYouâre lying.â Both Trinity and Dennis pointed out. âAm not!â You exclaimed, feeling your cheeks flush.
âYou pursed your lips and blinked rapidly.â Robby pointed out, teasing you. âRobby, you are not in criminal minds.â You rolled your eyes.
âI donât have to listen to any of you.â You glared, standing up to leave. âYouâre just pissed because we sussed out your secret relationship!â Trinity shouted as you walked away.
Jack was back at your apartment again after work, you both immediately collapsed into bed as the soft low sound of the TV filled the room.
âRobby, Trinity, and Dennis figured us out today.â You said, Jack chuckled in response. âRobby knows.â Jack snickered. âWhat! How?â You asked.
âI didnât directly tell him, but he figured it out long ago and I didnât confirm or deny.â Jack smirked. âSo he was just fucking with me?â You scoffed and Jack nodded.
You opened a new text message thread with Robby immediately.
You: fucker.
Robby: Lol. Figured it out long ago, kid.
You showed Jack the text messages and he threw his head back in laughter.
âLook at this,â Jack laughed as he showed you someone thirsting over him in your comment section of the video. Jack was tickled by the whole thing, how everyone found his bicep and the way he kissed you hot.
However, there was also a fair amount of comments thirsting over you. You suspected at least half of them from Trinity.
The comment read âis he single.â and you felt oddly jealous even though Jack was laying in bed beside you, not the commenter. You pulled out your phone to reply immediately.
Summary:Â An uncomfortable, childish game between your coworkers stuck together during a power outage at a medical conference leads to you revealing that you're still a virgin - until you end up in bed with the attending you've been crushing on for ages.
Tags/Notes: jack abbot x reader, afab & fem reader, getting together, mutual pining/crush, virginity loss, fingering (f), oral (m), piv (protected! ooh ahhh!), also ft. mel, langdon, whitaker, and dr. robby
Content: no warnings i think?
A/N:Â tell me how this ended up being 30 single spaced pages...im so horny for jack abbot ://
Word Count: 8.9k (ahaha fuck)
The night you end up in bed with your attending, it feels like the entire universe has been conspiring against you. First and foremost, youâre in Philadelphia for an emergency medicine conference, part of a handful of doctors and students from PTMC rounded up by Gloria to get credits for the hospital. Second, a nasty snowstormâs rolled in right after all of you arrive back to the hotel on the first night, killing the power, the WiFi, and cell service before the sun even sets.
And, finally, Langdon just suggested that you, Mel, and Whitaker sit down with him for a game of âNever Have I Ever,â herding everyone away from the hotel bar and toward his room down the hall.
You huff as they start to move in a group, not wanting to go along, âCome on, guys, this is so childish. I should be using this time to study or something.â
âAlright, nerd.â Langdon nudges you with his elbow, his tone playful, not realizing just how uncomfortable you really are at the idea of your coworkers digging into your personal history. âYour Hello Kitty badge reelâs pretty childish, but Iâve never said anything about that.â
You glare daggers. Thankfully, with her arms crossed over her chest, Mel agrees, âIâm sure we can find a better way to pass the time.â
âI can try to make it more fun, if that helps,â Langdon offers, his expression all mischief and mayhem. He looks over to where your attendings are standing a few paces away by the bar, nursing whiskeys and sporting scowls while they recap the day and complain about the circumstances. âRobby, Abbot, weâre playing âNever Have I Everâ over in my room.â
Dr. Abbot frowns and gives him a skeptical look. âThat sounded harrowingly like an invitation.â
âYeah, come on over, itâll be fun,â he insists, flashing a disarming grin to the three of you on his other side. âA little âget to know youâ game.â
Absolutely refusing to move, Abbot scoffs, âI donât think you all need to know about my personal life.â
But then Robby, amused by Abbotâs obvious discomfort, claps him on the shoulder and shoves him forward. âCâmon, Jack, itâll be fun.â
âDonât tell me youâre going to indulge this,â Abbot groans as Robby steps by Langdonâs side.
Robby gives a shit-eating grin and gestures for Abbot to tag along. âI am â and so are you.â
Thereâs no way out of it now. Robby orders a few bottles of booze from the bar to take back to the room. With a grimace that you try to make seem like a smile, you and Mel follow behind all the guys over to Langdon and Whitakerâs hotel room, identical to yours and Melâs. Inside, Langdon shoves his bed across the room to make a wide space on the floor and then plops his ass down.
Robby joins him with a cackle, Whitaker follows, and you and Mel reluctantly sit next to each other against the bed. Robby hands you and Mel a bottle of wine to share and then cracks open a few beers and a bottle of whiskey for the boys.
Then Abbot taps you on the shoulder, his fingers holding on for a moment too long, and murmurs, âScoot over for me, ace.â
As you move closer to Mel on your other side, youâre beyond thankful for the overcast evening lighting that disguises your nerves. During a shift, you can blame it on the adrenaline, the heat, the exertion. But when itâs quiet and calm and the thing making you nervous is nothing but Dr. Abbotâs completely professional nickname just for you, his favorite resident, thereâs no excuse.
The first round starts off tame, the questions not prying too much: Puking as the result of a procedure, faking sick to get out of work, smoking weed. You keep all your fingers up but still take sips of the wine to avoid being the only person sober at the end of this. The first major shift in the game comes when Mel offers up, âNever have I ever gotten a tattoo.â
Robby, Abbot, and Whitaker all drop a finger and gulp their drinks. Mel, loosening up now that sheâs a little tipsy, gestures for them to move. âWell, doctors, I believe you have to show us now.â
When Whitaker shrinks away from the idea, you jump in, too, really just wanting to see Abbotâs, âYeah, Iâm pretty sure those are the rules.â
Robby chuckles first, shrugging off his jacket. âWell, you know Iâm a total rule weenie.â He shows off his symmetrical arm tattoos -- âMemento Moriâ and âAmor Fatiâ -- and then a faded one on his inner wrist that youâve all noticed before. âNow letâs see what these two losers have.â
Whitaker sighs and concedes, rolling up the leg of his pants and shoving down his sock to reveal a stalk of wheat going up his calf. He shrugs and says simply, âTo remind me of home. Iâve got Micah 6:8 on my bicep, but I donât need to show you my spaghetti arms when youâve just seen Robbyâs.â
Once everyone finishes laughing, itâs Abbotâs turn and youâre holding your breath, praying that his tattoo is also on his ankle so you donât have to ogle him too much. Unfortunately, you know that isnât the case because you once caught him on his way to the gym after work, wearing a white tank top and basketball shorts, so this tattoo of his has to be somewhere besides his limbs. Fuck.
He stands up, undoes his belt (does anyone else feel faint?), tugs his white dress shirt from his pants (oh god oh god oh shit), and reveals the sharp V of his hips (shit shit fuck shit fuck). Running along a lengthy silver scar, a handful of poppies snake over his hip and up his side. Then he hikes the shirt up further â oh no, heâs got a silver and blond happy trail that connects with his chest hair â and shows a half-burned match on the bottom of his ribcage, right over another scar. Both tattoos are well done and strike you as relatively recent. When he sits back down, he gruffs, âNow, Iâm not about to drop trou in front of my colleagues, so Iâll just tell you Iâve got one on my ass, too, alright? Bachelor party back in the ancient times.â
Robby gives him a whistle. âEven I didnât know that one.â
Jack shakes his head as he adjusts his belt and shirt again. Then he looks at you, his hazel eyes so beautiful in the waning light, and says, âYour turn, ace.â
After cursing under your breath, you cross your arms over your chest, swallow down the image of Abbotâs bare torso, and rush out, âNever have I ever failed a test.â
Everyone loses a finger but you and Abbot, who nudges you with his elbow and chuckles, âThatâs my girl.â
Your stomach flips.
A handful of rounds go by and you start cringing at yourself when you make it through everything, including ânever have I ever had a one-night stand,â ânever have I ever used a fake ID,â and ânever have I ever kissed someone within an hour of meeting them,â which get most of the group into the single digits.
After a particularly targeted blow (ânever have I ever cried in the supply closetâ), Mel gives Langdon a pointed look. âNever have I ever pulled the âIâm a doctorâ card to impress a date.â
His finger stays frustratingly upright as he flashes that thousand watt smile. âDonât need to when I look this good. Dennis, your turn.â
A little panicky, Whitaker stumbles out something he knows will get at least one of you: âNever have I ever been on a motorcycle.â
Robby takes a long sip of his beer and drops a finger. âCheap shot, kid.â
Then itâs Abbotâs turn and he glares over at Robby, ready for his revenge for making him play at all. âNever have I ever screwed a subordinate.â
âEven cheaper shot, Jack,â Robby laughs as he finishes off his beer. âLetâs turn the tables here for my sake.â He stares down his ducklings and offers, âNever have I ever had a crush on a supervisor.â
Thankfully, your finger isnât the only one that goes down, but it still makes Langdon cheer, âWe finally got the ice queen!â He levels a serious but amused gaze in your direction as you polish off a long swig of your and Melâs shared wine. âWhich one is it, Abbot or Robby?â
Mel, fully aware of your big fat crush on Abbot, saves your life for the millionth time in your long friendship. With a pointed look and nervous laugh, she announces, âOh, no, she had it bad for our attending back at the VA. Total heart eyes.â
You can feel Abbotâs eyes drilling holes in the side of your head as you nod, clamoring to move past it. âYep. He was, ah, a really great mentor. Taught me a lot.â
Langdon snorts, âYeah, sounds like it.â
Unfortunately for you, exactly two people in the room know that your attending at the VA was a downright terrifying woman in her 70s: Dr. Mel King, who had worked there with you before you both went to PTMC, and Dr. Jack Abbot, who went there for care a couple of times back in the day. Which means he has total confirmation that your crush is, in fact, on him â or Robby, but, given how comfortable you are around him vs. how nervous you are around Abbot, that seems like a long shot.
Thankfully, heâs merciful, laughing along lightly so you donât realize heâs seeing right through you for the first time. But, for the rest of the night, heâs watching you more closely than over, letting his thigh brush yours, laughing a little extra loud at your jokes, and holding eye contact longer than he usually allows himself at work.
At the end of the game, you and Mel are the last two standing by a mile; she has six to your eight and you want to crawl under a rock and die. At least itâs Mel, though, because sheâs totally unashamed of herself and her history. Her confidence rubs off on you the same way it does when youâre on the floor together. Both of you get competitive with each other, constantly egging the other on to do better. You barely even notice the guys watching the two of you like itâs a great game of tennis.
With nobody else to take down, you get personal with each other. She starts out light but targeted, âNever have I ever taken a nap on a gurney mid-shift.â
Rolling your eyes and taking a tart sip, you reply, âNever have I ever used Kaplan quizzes to âwind down.ââ
She laughs and snatches the wine from your hands; youâre both bubbly and getting stupid by now. âNever have I ever corrected an attending mid-round.â
Whitaker scoffs, âJesus, seriously?â
âI was right!â
He cackles. âNo way. What did you say? To who?â
Abbot sips slowly on a beer and smirks at you, his gaze more adoring than he lets it be back at the Pitt. âShe corrected my pronunciation of âforamen ovaleâ on her third shift.â
Your cheeks burn into deeper red as you reply, mousy but self-righteous, âI only mentioned it because you tried to tell me I was saying âcachexiaâ wrong earlier that day. I was annoyed.â
He tips his beer toward you, looking for all the world like a proud teacher. âAnd you were right.â
You smile shyly and then smack Mel on the thigh. âNever have I ever skipped a party to spend time in the skills lab overnight.â
She cocks her head and cuts back, âNever have I ever canceled on a date to recap a trauma procedure tape for fun.â
âNever have I ever treated my ex in the ED the day after breaking up with him!â
With a mock-betrayed gasp, Mel replies, âNever have I ever memorized my attendingâs coffee order to get on his good side.â
âLiar!â After all the laughing and shoving and judging, each of you has one finger up and itâs your turn. Your final chance to beat her. Thereâs one trump card left in your deck and youâre just drunk enough now to use it to win. Narrowing your eyes, you lean in and tell her what she already knows, not realizing how loud youâre talking, âNever have I ever had sex.â
Mel snorts out a laugh, shakes her head, drops her pinky, and downs the last swig of wine. âDidnât think you had it in you, roomie. Checkmate.â
âWait, seriously?â Langdonâs staring you down like youâve grown a second head, probably recontextualizing all his flirty banter with you. âYouâve held a still-beating human heart in your hands and youâve never gotten laid?â
âNever even been kissed,â Mel adds seriously, and you know youâre going to struggle to forgive her for it even though sheâs wasted.
Turning your voice into steel even as hot shame burns through your body, you retort, âIâve been too busy being valedictorian, scoring in the 99th percentile on my boards, publishing in JAMA as a resident, and graduating with a dual MD/PhD.â
Abbot grins like thatâs the only part of the conversation heâs heard. âTouchĂŠ.â
âIâm just saying,â Langdon pushes, clearly not ready to drop it when heâs got a juicy new piece of hospital gossip, âhow many people get through med school without hooking up sometime? I thought we were all screwing each otherâs brains out to get our stress out.â
Whitaker shakes his head. âYeah, maybe those of you who look like marble statues.â
Langdon shakes his head. âEven youâre not a virgin, though, Denny boy.â
Hot embarrassment rises in your throat. Your voice comes out way more defensive than you mean. âThereâs nothing wrong with being a virgin! Itâs not, like, some personality trait.â
âWell, it kind of is,â he goes on, the haze of liquor making him careless. âHow are you supposed to do this job when you havenât had such a basic human experience?â
As you get more flustered, tears sting at your waterline and you get to your feet in a scrambled frenzy. You canât even make eye contact as you whisper, âYouâre an asshole when youâre drunk, Frank.â Turning around so they donât see you cry, you mutter, âSee you all in the morning; hope you arenât too hungover.â
Frank calls after you, âCâmon, donât be like that! Iâm just saying you-â
As youâre turning the door handle, you hear Abbotâs gruff voice: âAlright, kid, I think thatâs enough. I expect you to get some sleep and apologize to her first thing tomorrow.â
After youâre out of the room, trudging down the hall, you hear Abbotâs stilted gait behind you and sigh, stopping in your tracks. Before he can see the tears on your cheeks, you spit out, âIâm fine, Abbot. Leave me alone.â
âNo.â He speeds up to meet you. Suddenly, his hand is on your lower back, steadying you, and you look at him with shiny vulnerable eyes. His voice is low, gravelly, and he murmurs, âIâm not letting you go to sleep upset.â
âItâs okay,â you try, sniffling and staring down at your shoes. âI know he didnât- he wasnât trying to-â
âHe was being an ass.â Abbotâs frown is earnest and real and he touches your cheek. Heâs touching your cheek. Heâs touching your cheek. âI shouldâve stopped him sooner. Shouldâve put my foot down on that whole fiasco. Iâm sorry.â
Unable to think with his skin on yours, you stammer, âThanks. Thatâs- thatâs really nice.â
âCome back to my room for a little while,â he offers as he lowers his hand at last, allowing your neurons to start firing again. Thereâs no innuendo or trace of ulterior motives. âWeâll have some water and Iâll walk you through the steps of a septal myectomy to cheer you up.â
Finally you offer the shy, hesitant smile that makes his heart pound in his chest. âWith a ventricular defect and aortic valve regurgitation?â
âThat would be the unluckiest patient in history,â he chuckles, just glad that youâre warming up a little in his presence, âbut Iâll give you whatever you want to get you smiling again.â
That alone is enough to get your lips to twitch toward a slightly better mood. When he splays his fingers over your lower back to encourage you forward, toward his room, you follow alongside him like you always do. Trusting him is as easy as breathing, built over countless shifts digging through emergencies side by side. Heâd taken a shine to you from day one, and the feeling was mutual.
Unlike the rest of you, Dr. Abbot and Dr. Robby both have their own rooms. After letting you in, Abbot gives you a flat smile and shrugs. âAttending perks.â
Abbot makes good on his word. He brings you a bottle of water and opens one up for himself. Then, on the couch (not on the bed, blessedly; your nerves wouldnât be able to take it), he painstakingly talks you through a complicated surgery that makes your brain turn back into normal mode. Youâve always been fascinated with the human body â how it functions, how it fails â and, besides Mel, Abbotâs the one person who never made you feel like a weirdo for digging into your fascinations.
In fact, heâs indulged you every step of the way. All your questions, all your frustrations, all your fascinations. Abbotâs taken the time to answer your late-night texts and locker room monologuing and musings. Countless times, youâve been acutely aware that he had something better to do than to explain when to use a thoracostomy or a thoracentesis
But he always took the time with you. He still chose you. Abbot knew youâd be an outstanding physician and he wanted to invest in that, yes, but he also just plain liked you, which was rare for him. At the beginning, it was your mind. All of his coworkers were smart, but you operated on the same wavelength as him, which made you easy to get along with. Soon enough, he was going out of his way to make you laugh, to make you bite your lip, to get you to do that thing where you touched his bare forearm when he said something funny.
And now youâre here in his hotel room, lit only by an emergency light in the corner, hanging on his every word, asking him questions that get his brain moving, telling quick jokes that fall easily off your lips, and the only thing heâs thinking is that he cannot fucking believe nobodyâs ever kissed you because, God, he wants to kiss you. He canât even remember the last time heâs wanted to kiss someone, much less the last time he actually did, but all he wants is to catch your lips with his and get lost in you.
As you get both sober and comfortable, you sigh during a break in the conversation and tell him, âIâm really sorry Langdon dragged you into that stupid game. I didnât want you to, um-â You swallow hard and blink a few times, trying to clear your thoughts. Ultimately, the thing that tumbles out is more honest than youâd planned: âI wish you hadnât found out that way.â
That way. Abbotâs mind reels. Heâs in new territory with you and heâs not quite sure how to guide it from here. He tries for professionalism first, offering stiffly, âItâs important to me that you know this wonât affect how I see you as a doctor. The idea that your sexual history is at all related to your ability to practice medicine is beyond asinine.â
ââBeyond asinine,ââ you repeat, keeping your tone teasing and light to avoid revealing how much his words matter. âDidnât realize how much it got under your skin.â
His next response is anything but professional. Of the countless ways he could take it, he says, âIt always gets under my skin when someone hurts you. Thatâs not acceptable to me.â
Out of nowhere, the power comes back on. The room floods with golden light and the sudden exposure makes you flinch. Reality floods you and you stammer, âGuess I should probably go back to my room. Check my emails or- or something...right?â
But Abbot doesnât move.
So you donât either.
Soft as cashmere, he says, more a plea than a suggestion, âYou could stay here a while more. If you want.â At your surprised raised eyebrows, he backpeddles carefully, âNo pressure. Just, itâs-â He cracks a tentative smile. âI, ah, I love talking to you like this. Outside of the hospital. Not your boss or anything. JustâŚfriends.â
You purse your lips, amused, and ask, âFriends?â
âEquals, I mean. I like not being your boss.â
You give him a conspiratorial sort of smirk. âYeah, me too.â
Then his face darkens, becomes serious, tender. âSeriously, ace, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Not with me, at least.â
Abashedly, you prod, âYou donât think Iâm pathetic?â
Abbot actually laughs. âPathetic? You? The only doctor in the hospital besides Robby whoâs willing to go toe to toe with me and call me out? No. I could never think youâre pathetic.â He sips on his water and shrugs, unaware that the little gesture makes his dress shirt strain over his bicep in a way that steals your attention. âThe only pathetic thing is the idea that anyone missed their chance to be with you.â
Shoulders tensing and heart beginning to race at the intimacy of the two of you alone in a hotel room, you laugh, âSometimes I think I should just go to a random bar and let some guy pick me up to get it over with. That way I can just say Iâve done it when itâs really time to do it with someone I like.â
âDonât do that,â he cuts back, harsher than he meant, sounding like heâs admonishing you. When you give him a concerned sideways glance, he clears his throat and his knuckles turn white as he balls his fists, clenching and unclenching them. Heâs trying to keep himself under control, to avoid overplaying his hand, to make sure youâre comfortable with him and donât think heâs trying to take advantage. âI just mean, ah, that you deserve a hell of a lot better than that. You shouldnât settle for âsome guyâ who wouldnât-â you donât miss the way he swallows hard, the way his eyes are glued to your lips, the way heâs dropping his voice to a controlled quiet â-take his time with you. Who wouldnât make it good for you.â
Sheepish, squirming under his intensity, you reply, âI donât know what âgoodâ is. Nobodyâs even kissed me.â
Itâs a long time before he nods to himself, collects his courage, and says, âIâll show you. Iâll kiss you.â
You let out a bitter laugh as shame rises in your cheeks once again. This canât be real. He canât be serious. How could he be? How could he want to kiss you? âPlease donât be a dick right now.â
âI was being serious.â
The idea makes your entire body tingle, but youâre too careful and too nervous to give in that easily. âI donât want your pity, Abbot.â
âIt wouldnât be pity,â he tells you softly. Seriously. He reaches down to take your fingers in his hand. The contact burns in a brand new way. Your eyes meet; youâve never noticed all those golden freckles in his irises. âAnd Iâd like it if you called me Jack.â
âOh.â
The little syllable hangs between the two of you. Jack. He wants you to call him Jack and he wants to kiss you.
Youâre leaning in before you can overthink it.
Abbot â Jack. Jack. â touches your cheek with breathtaking reverence. The way his lip twitches up ever so slightly into a boyish smile tattoos its way onto your eyelids. Before his lips even touch yours, his other hand goes to your waist, sturdy and sure, and the hand on your cheek snakes around to the back of your head. Heâs practically holding you. Heâs careful and kind and handsome and heâs closing the gap between the two of you and, all of a sudden and after so much anticipation, youâre kissing him.
Fuck.
So this is what good means.
He doesnât rush. He doesnât push. His lips are so soft against yours and his hands are making you feel safe and everything makes sense when youâre in his arms. Your body and mouth move on instinct, folding toward him, and you wrap your fingers in his silver curls, the ones youâve daydreamed about touching for years. You feel him smile against you, a chuckle low in his throat, and his hands are so strong that you canât think.
Jackâs grinning like a teenager when he pulls back, searching your face for any sign of regret. âWas that okay?â
Breathless, you nod. âYeah. More than okay.â You can still feel the ghost of his kiss when you brush your fingers over your lips. His eyes trace every movement. Tentative, you ask, âWould you, ah, would you kiss meâŚmore?â
Jack traces the back of your hand with his thumb and admits like itâs a dirty secret, âIf I kiss you again right now, I donât think Iâll be able to stop. Iâve thought about it too many times.â
A beat passes.
You stare at his hand.
It takes you a minute to get up the courage, but you finally tell him the truth: âI donât want you to stop.â
Jack tilts his head like a puppy and you watch his pupils dilate in real time. âYou want me toâŚ?â
You both know the unspoken end to the question. You want me to be your first?
âPlease, Jack.â
Hearing his first name on your lips, he becomes a man possessed. He doesnât shove you back on the bed and fuck your brains out, but his voice takes on a tone youâve never heard before. Itâs possessive. The next words out of his mouth shock you as much as they turn you on: âIâm not going to have sex with you if youâre doing this just to do it. If itâs because Langdon made you feel insecure or something. I need to know you want me.â
You bite your lip and nod slowly, debating how you should respond. The truth is that you want him so bad it aches. So, even though it embarrasses you to the core, you reply, âThe first time I thought about having sex with you was a year and a half ago at the ED holiday party.â You whisper, somehow both sheepish and confident at once, âYou flicked the bell on my Santa hat and said you liked my lipstick.â
You expect him to deny it, but instead he smirks and says, âYeah, I remember that. Donât think Iâve ever complimented someoneâs makeup before.â
âThatâs why.â Your cheeks are once again burning as you go on, âAll of us girls did our makeup together at Melâs and my apartment before we went to the bar. We all looked really nice; Santos did this smoky eye that practically went viral on her Instagram. I donât think youâd ever even seen Mel wearing makeup. Robby and Langdon and Shen made a point of telling each of us how nice we looked. But I was the only one you complimented all night.â You press your forehead to his and whisper, âYou made me feel special. You still make me feel special. Thatâs how I want to feel.â
âGood. You are special.â Jackâs rough thumb brushes over your chin and your eyes widen when you realize that, yes, this is actually going to happen. âYouâre so special to me.â
âThen kiss me.â You grab him closer by his shirt and tell him, insistent and wanting and honest, âAnd donât stop.â
The barely-audible groan in Jackâs throat is concrete proof of just how badly he wants you, too. He stands and easily pulls you up to your feet with him. His palms on your waist make your head spin and heâs pushing you back toward the bed, kissing you with every step across the room, never letting you question his desire. When he leans you back on the comforter, your whole body feels loose and new. Acting on instinct, you wrap your legs around his hips and pull him close, deepening the kiss.
All of a sudden, he stops and mutters, sharp, frustrated. âShit.â
âWhat is it? Is everything okay?â
âEverything is fucking incredible,â he sighs. âThe thing is, ah, I donât exactly bring condoms to medical conferences â but I know someone who does.â He hangs his head briefly, but heâs still smiling to himself ever so slightly. âGod, Iâm never gonna live this one down. At least Michaelâs known about my thing for you for months.â
Your mind races and your eyes widen when he pinches the bridge of his nose, nodding like heâs convincing himself. âYou- youâre going to get a condom from Dr. Robby? And youâve had a thing for me for months?â
âFigured that second part was kind of obvious by now.â Jack tries not to tease you for how flustered you look right now since he feels the same. He knows itâs important, but he also loves the way you dodge his eyes before bashfully meeting them again. âAnd, look, Iâm not saying we have to do anything at all. Frankly, we could just make out for a while and Iâd be over the fuckinâ moon. Just, well, itâs better to be prepared in case you decided that you did want to.â
âIâm a doctor, Jack, you donât have to convince me on the merits of safe sex.â You suck your lower lip, hoping to come across as sexy, as you encourage him, âAnd you definitely donât have to convince me on the merits of sex with you.â
His eyes graze over your body on his bed, patiently waiting for him to make the next move, and he murmurs under his breath, âYeah, youâre definitely worth a year of shaming.â
Jack stands upright again, un-musses his hair, and shoves his feet back into his shoes. You donât miss how he readjusts himself below the belt, sucks in a deep breath, and shakes out his shoulders before leaving the room. With the door hanging halfway open, you can hear the exchange next door.
Jack knocks three times, sharp and short.
Robby opens it and his voice is muffled, talking around his toothbrush. âWhat is it, brother?â
âHey.â Jackâs voice is low, gruff, quiet. âI need a favor.â
âThis about your talk tomorrow? I told you itâs-â
âShut up. Please.â Making eye contact, he braces for humiliation and keeps his focus on the sweet relief thatâll follow. âYou got a couple spare condoms?â
Robby narrows his eyes, amusement rising up in them. âBet they sell them at the hotel shop.â
âNo, ah- Shit. Fuck it.â Jack lets out a very shaky breath and rubs the back of his neck, praying that a merciful god will wipe Robbyâs memory after this. âI need them right now.â
Robbyâs jaw goes slack. âRight now? Like sheâsâŚ?â
âYeah, fuckinâ ten feet away in my bed looking at me like I just did a successful heart transplant with a pocket knife.â You stifle a laugh as he finishes off, âHelp me out and you can hold it over my head the rest of my life.â
âCalling me for backup during foreplay? Yeah, itâs gonna be a long time before I drop that one.â Robby disappears into his room a second, rummages around, and returns with a small box, dangling it in front of Jack. âVariety pack. Have fun. Iâll put my headphones in so I donât have to hear when you squeal like a-â
âI hate you.â
As Jack slams the door, Robby laughs out, âYouâre welcome!â
When Jackâs back in your line of sight, heâs grinning wide like an idiot. He opens up the box of condoms, takes out the one he wants, and sets it on the couch for safe keeping. Then he walks back over to the bed, flops down next to you, and chuckles, âNow where were we?â
You laugh and grab his shirt and drag him close. Touching your lips to his cheek, you giggle, âI think we were somewhere right around me looking at you like you just did a successful heart transplant with a pocket knife?â
âYou heard all that, huh?â
âYou didnât even close the door.â
He kisses you hard. He means it. Every touch. In another second heâs on top of you, his leg between yours, his arms on either side of your head. His eyes are more playful than anything. âYeah, I wasnât really thinking about anything besides getting back to you.âÂ
You respond by kissing him back. Deepening it. Chasing the taste of him and the way it lights an unfamiliar fire in the base of your gut. Jack groans into your mouth and the sound makes you grind up against his leg, letting your body react the way it wants instead of trying to talk yourself out of it. Jack makes it easy to give in. The mix of nerves and arousal is a weird kind of intoxicating.
With his hand at the hem of your top, Jack rumbles against your ear, âCan I take this off?â
Your eyes flick over his torso and all sorts of sinful thoughts take over your mind. âOnly if you take yours off first.â
With a smirk, Jack stands at the foot of the bed while you watch him, leaning back on your elbows. âFair negotiation.â
Like he did during the game, which feels like days ago instead of hours, he undoes his belt, but this time he snakes it through all the belt loops and lets it fall to the floor. Way too fucking slowly, he undoes his button-down and shrugs it off. Ugh, heâs wearing a white tank top undershirt that clings to his pecs and you honest to god want to bite him. The whimper you release at the sight seems to stroke his ego because Jack reaches behind his head and tugs off his shirt without a single beat of hesitation.
God, heâs so strong and so soft at once. You know heâd have no trouble throwing you over his shoulder, but youâd also love to rest your head on his stomach for an afternoon nap. Thereâs that silver happy trail again, but now you can see how it leads up to wispy chest hair and skin dotted with a million freckles.
As he stands there, kind enough to let you stare, you sit up straight again and fling your shirt off, absolutely needing to feel his skin on yours. Jackâs eyes darken and he moves toward you like an animal. Heâs kissing over your waist and hips and stomach like youâre the only thing that can cure him. Every contact of his lips, no matter how brief or how lasting, makes your toes curl and your thoughts evaporate.
Jackâs hands go to your sides, thumbs pressing into your hips, holding you tight, as his mouth travels upward, over your sternum, along your collarbone, and back to your lips. He swings you into his lap and you finally feel the start of his body pressing to yours. The warmth of it all is so delicious. Itâs impossible not to feel him getting hard beneath you and your head is spinning at the idea that you could affect him like that.
Noticing your expression getting floaty, Jack touches your chin with his thumb and checks, âDoing okay?â
You nod hard and reply urgently, âDoing amazing. Donât stop.â
Once heâs managed to wipe the grin off his face, Jack starts worshiping your neck. He traces your pulse with his tongue and sucks into the hollow of your collarbone. Heâs careful not to leave any marks on your smooth skin, but, god, heâs definitely imagining doing it next time when youâve talked about it. With every breath he murmurs praises into the curves of your neck. âSo beautiful. Gorgeous. Fucking perfect. Every inch of you.â
With his fingers at your braâs band, Jack pauses. At the needy little whine you release, desperate for more contact, he chuckles and shakes his head. Youâre so adorable it aches. You make charged eye contact as he says, low and slow and steady, âTell me if anything is less than perfect. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?â
Sweetheart. As your heart pounds against your ribs for a million reasons, you nod. âI will. I promise.â
And then he unhooks your bra, tossing it aside to the floor.
âChrist.â
Jack completely freezes. Youâve never seen him looking like heâs buffering. Rebooting. Trying to turn his brain back on after short-circuiting. His eyes are all over you, consuming you, setting your skin on fire.
You start to squirm under his gaze, insecurity blooming in your chest with someone so handsome looking at you mostly naked for the first time. With your eyebrows pinching together, you stammer out, âI know Iâm not really- that my body isnât-â
Jack silences you with a stern look. His pupils are blown dark. Thatâs new. Thatâs hot. His voice is urgent and serious. âBaby, I wonât hear a single negative thing about your body. You donât need to worry about the way you move or what you sound like or look like or-â He shakes his head and smiles almost to himself. âYouâre perfect. Just let me enjoy you.â
Before you can think, his mouth is on you. Jack Abbotâs lips are wrapped around your nipple and heâs groaning because of it. His hand goes to the other side and mirrors the movements of his lips and tongue. Heâs methodical about it, trying out different things that make your breaths and sounds change. When he nibbles lightly, his teeth grazing your sensitive nerves, you let out a gasp so loud it takes both of you by surprise. Heâd back up to check in but you clutch the back of his head tight to your check, a clear and direct order to keep fucking doing that.
Still working your tits, Jack reaches down with his free hand and undoes the button and zipper of your bottoms one-handed. As he helps you shimmy out of the rest of your clothes, you giggle, âThat was a really hot move.â
Jack pulls off of you just long enough to throw you another one of those cocky smiles and laugh, âWhat can I say? Being a doctor for a couple decades has made me awfully good with my hands.â
That thought makes you breathless. Thoughtless. âShow me.â
He absolutely growls, âFuck yes.â
Jack stands for a second, rips your bottoms away from your body, and shoves your knees apart. You let out a surprised squeal when he uses those beautifully strong arms of his to yank you to the end of the bed. He kneels down in front of you and takes so long admiring your pussy that you squirm. Now that you know that these pauses in his flow mean heâs taking you in, theyâre extra delicious with anticipation.
Then he spits on your pussy and a shiver rocks up your entire body. Two of Jackâs fingers go to your throbbing, wanting clit. He rubs in painstakingly slow circles, watching you with a clinical precision that reminds you of the day he first walked you through placing a chest tube. In this context, itâs beyond hot to be studied like that. To be the object of his complete and total attention.
Jackâs fingers are so unlike your own â thick and calloused and experienced and knowing â and theyâve got a bright heat building inside of you so fast it would be embarrassing if it werenât so glorious. And then he slides the middle finger of his other hand inside of you and your back arches so intensely you might as well be floating up into the ceiling and through the sky. Youâve never had anything there before and, when he curls that finger back toward himself, your toes flex and your whole body clenches up and releases at once.
When he adds a second finger, certain you can take it with how wet you are, you let out a wailing moan that makes Jack smile and murmur, like heâs talking right to your cunt, âThere you go, baby.â His affirmation pulls another moan out of you and his movements get more sure as he urges, âThatâs it; let me hear you.â
It doesnât take long for you to get lost in the way heâs touching you. He times every thrust back against your walls with the brushing of his fingers around your clit. The tempo is agonizing. He doesnât speed up or slow down; he just lets you build. And build. And build. Being with him is everything youâve ever wanted for your first time.
Itâs like he can feel your thoughts. When he can tell youâre close to the peak, holding back from jitters, Jack whispers, âBreathe for me. Donât rush yourself. Trust me; I could do this all fucking night and itâd be my favorite night in years.â
That idea is what sends you over the edge. The thought that Jack would spend hours fingering you, learning you, exploring your body, and you know heâs being completely honest that he could do nothing else and be happy. Youâre safe here. Youâre worshiped. And, as you drink in that knowledge combined with Jackâs purely adoring expression, your walls start to clamp down around his fingers.
Still, he doesnât speed up. Jack keeps you steady, working you open for him with his fingers, as you cum hard and slow. Itâs nothing like the quick sparks you manage to get from yourself with your fingers beneath your panties late at night. Itâs burning, roaring, catching. Youâre a candle melting all the way down and Jack is murmuring out the filthiest praises to get you through the roiling pleasure.
Your mind goes totally, blissfully blank for what feels like hours but has to be only a few seconds. Thereâs no such thing as shame or the ED or anything but Jackâs touch. Tears bite at your eyes as you resurface, pulling in oxygen for dear life. All of your synapses are freshly blown out matches, embers still smoking. Itâs hot and itâs wonderful and itâs hazy.
âHow are you doing, sweetheart?â Jack might as well be an angel standing at the foot of the bed, the soft curls of his hair catching the moonlight as he strokes your inner thigh. He touches your cheek to bring your focus back to him, grinning at how glassy with pleasure your eyes are. âDonât go quiet on me now.â
Dreamy and floaty, you breathe out, âSo good. So, so good. Just a littleâŚnervous, I guess.â
Concern overtakes his kind face. âYou wanna stop? Slow down a while?â
âNo, fuck no,â you rush out, eliciting another laugh from Jack. Trying to steady your panting, you tell him feverishly, âI want more. So much more. Everything.â Finally, after a deep breath, you say, clear and sure, trying to make your complete lack of doubt clear, âI want you to fuck me. I want your cock.â
If Jack were an even slightly younger man, he mightâve cum in his pants at the needy, honest look on your soft features. Instead, he lets out a shaky breath he doesnât realize heâs been holding and unzips his dress pants. Underneath, heâs wearing tight gray boxer briefs that hug the muscles of his thighs and the straining outline of his cock.
When he has the pants halfway off, he pauses. For the first time tonight, he looks nervous. Sounding bashful, he rubs the back of his neck and stammers, âMy, ah, my leg.â
Your eyebrows pull together. âWhat about it?â
âI usually take it off when Iâm with someone,â he says, like that explains anything. âWould that be okay?â
In that moment, you realize that youâre not the only one with insecurities around sex. You donât know who made Jack feel like less than because of his leg and his scars, but youâre definitely not going to continue the trend. âOf course itâs okay.â Mustering all your confidence because you know heâs lost some of his, you get up off the bed, push him back by the chest, and kneel. âSit. Let me.â
âBaby, you definitely donât have to-â
âI know I donât have to. But would you like it if I did?â
âWell, itâs, ah- Thatâs-â When he feels your hands on the sides of his knee, his bare skin, the most sensitive part of his body, the most neglected, all he can manage is breathing out, âFuck, please. Iâd love that.â
As you doff his prosthetic, Jack lets out a long sigh thatâs different from any of his others that youâve heard. Itâs low and rumbling and sweet. Itâs the sound of relief that comes with being cared for.
Voice soft, somewhere between a doctor and a lover, you ask him, âDo you have any pain still? Phantom?â
âIâm lucky; I really only get phantom pain when I have nightmares,â he replies. You know itâs a big deal that heâs told you that, but you donât make anything of it, just file it away as you set his prosthetic parts aside and run your hands over his thighs. Then he goes on, âIt was a field amputation, really gnarly hack job, so Iâve got a few neuromas that Iâm supposed to go and have massaged every week, but, with my schedule, thatâs not really- Christ, thatâs incredible. Fucking hell.â Jack throws his head back and moans as your thumbs work light pressure into the tightened ropes of nerves just beneath his thickened skin. âOh my god, baby, where the fuck did you learn to do that?â
âWhen I worked with Mel at the VA,â you hum lightly, beyond delighted at the way his mouthâs fallen open softly, his eyelids heavy as he gazes down at you with pure adoration, âI did plenty of collaborating with the physical therapy and rehab teams. Picked up a few things.â You give him a flirty glance and add, âKeep me around and I might get you on that weekly schedule youâre supposed to follow.â
His laugh sparkles through the room. âHoney, I was definitely planninâ on keeping you around no matter what, but if that could be part of the deal, then-â
Words once again fail him, tumbling into a grunt, as you lean forward and mouth over his straining cock, clothed and leaking. With one hand still massaging his leg, you reach up and tug the waistband of his boxer briefs down. When his cock springs free, you swallow hard and try to stop your eyes from widening. You may not have much of a frame of reference for size, but the thought of his cock in your mouth is definitely intimidating. The thought of it inside of you is intoxicating
Wanting nothing more than to hear what sort of filthy noises you can get him to make, you wrap your hand around his shaft and take his head between your lips. He tastes so uniquely Jack, clean and salty and somehow like honey, too, but that might be from how addicted you are to the feel of him stretching your lips right away.
Jackâs hand goes to the side of your head, not pushing or demanding but just needing to touch you somehow. To look down at you learning to use your tongue just right for him. His thighs straining as he tries to stop himself from fucking up into your inexperienced mouth, he groans, âI mustâve been a goddamn superhero in a past life to deserve you.â
After a few more bobs up and down, you pull off of him and, with a bead of saliva still connecting you to him, reply, âYouâre kind of my hero already, Jack.â
Youâre about to get back to work when you feel his hand in your hair. He beckons you forward with a finger and rasps, âThatâs it; I need you right now.â
With a shy smile, you stand up, grab the condom from behind you, and ask, âHow do you want me?â
âI want you every way I can possibly imagine and then about a hundred more.â He shakes his head with a chuckle and wraps his hand around his cock, fisting it slowly as he looks at your naked form. He leans forward, takes the condom from your hand, and then settles against the headboard while he rolls it on. âHow about you ride me? Let me watch your pretty face while you take it for the first time.â
With an eager nod, you crawl toward him and position yourself over his hips. If thereâs one thing youâve learned while youâve been with him, itâs that this just isnât as complicated as you expected. Being with Jack makes perfect sense. Your body knows how to move before your mind even tells it to.
As you line yourself up, balancing by holding onto his biceps, Jack puts a hand on your waist. With barely controlled lust tightening his features, he tells you sternly, âRemember, the only thing I want is for this to be good for you. If youâre uncomfortable, then weâll slow down or weâll table this for another-
You sink down on Jackâs cock. It slots easily inside of you and that shuts him the fuck up. His hand on your waist turns bruising and the next sound he makes isnât a grunt or a groan. Itâs closer to a whine, if anything. No matter how incredible you feel engulfing him, he still ensures this is about you first: âYou alright, ace?â
In lieu of a response, you push your lips against his and start moving your hips. You may not know exactly what youâre doing, but you know that his cock feels fucking good and the way you roll your body puts friction on your clit and itâs all perfect, so who care about anything else?
That definitely works for Jack. One of his hands snakes around your lower back, gripping your ass, and the other roves across your breasts, your waist, your neck, anywhere he can reach. Itâs like he wants to commit your every millimeter to muscle memory. Heâs quiet but heâs intense, practically growling when he does speak or make a noise. His hands are claiming and his eyes are locked to yours.
Jack kisses you again and then orders, soft but serious, like it means the world to him, âTouch yourself for me. Wanna see you cum again. Feel you lose it around me.â
Dropping your hand between your two bodies, your fingers find your still swollen clit and move lightly. Itâs already overstimulating, but itâs really goddamn good. Your cheeks are hot, your lips are puffy from kissing and biting, and your mind is totally clear for the first time in your life. You bury your face into the crook of his neck and shoulder and whimper, âSo good, Jack. So fucking good.â
His fingers knit into your hair and he holds you close. Youâre completely held and completely safe and completely, utterly, totally fucked. You want to make him cum so bad it hurts. You push yourself until your thighs burn and then some, savoring every moment of him stretching and filling you.
Jack feels your movements losing rhythm and chuckles, âHold on, baby.â
Then he flips you onto your back, smooth and easy, like your weight is nothing to him. That reality has your head swimming back toward another crest. When Jackâs thumb goes down to your clit as his hips piston faster, you know youâre done for. Sweat slicks the arch of your back and your nails dig into his biceps and his name is the only thing rolling off your tongue.
âJack, Iâm- I think Iâm-â
âMe too, love. Let go with me.â And then, lips ever so slightly touching yours, eyebrows pinched together, thighs tensing, he adds softly, âPlease.â
You canât do anything but listen.
With one last cry, raw and delicate at once, you cum harder than before. Jackâs cock inside of you makes each pulse more intense, like your bodyâs begging to hold onto him, and he follows you, beyond willing, over the edge of the cliff. Your eyes crash together in that final moment of ecstasy and youâre both thoughtlessly lost in each other.
Your eyes flutter shut when the pleasure becomes too much and you have to catch your breath. Jackâs tying off the condom and tossing it in the bathroom trash before youâre even aware that heâs left. But heâs back by your side in the next second, bringing you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, holding you as close as he can.
Rubbing your back lightly, Jack murmurs, âThank you.â
You let out a sharp laugh and roll your eyes as you nestle into his pecs, breathing deeply and sleepily. âYou did not just say âthank youâ because I let you take my virginity.â
Jack smirks and closes his eyes. âNo, I said âthank youâ because nobodyâs made me feel that good in a long, long time.â
stealing kisses from him just to see him getting flustered
The first time you kissed Jack Abbot just to see him flustered, it was an accident.
The second time was absolutely not.
You worked the late shift in the emergency department three nights a week, which meant your life consisted primarily of fluorescent lighting, cold coffee, trauma alerts, and Jack Abbot leaning against counters looking unfairly handsome in navy scrubs.
The thing about Jack was that he carried himself like someone impossible to shake.
Nothing rattled him.
Not combative patients. Not blood. Not overcrowding. Not the attending surgeon screaming because someone misplaced scans. Not even the twelve-hour shifts that turned everyone else into sleep-deprived disasters.
Jack was steady.
Calm voice. Dry humor. Capable hands.
The kind of man who walked into chaos and somehow made the room quieter.
Which was exactly why discovering he got adorably flustered when you kissed him became the greatest source of entertainment in your life.
It started after a brutal shift.
Youâd both been running nonstop for eleven hours. Your ponytail was half falling out, your sneakers were stained with something you didnât want to identify, and Jack had dark circles beneath his eyes that somehow only made him hotter.
You were both restocking supplies in an empty trauma bay at nearly two in the morning when he handed you gauze without looking.
âLast pack,â he said.
âYou hiding the rest from me?â
âMaybe.â
âYouâre selfish, Abbot.â
âYou survive.â
You snorted softly.
He glanced over then, just briefly, and there it was againâthat little almost-smile he only ever showed around you.
Most people got professionalism from Jack.
You got warmth.
Tiny pieces of it, carefully handed over.
You didnât know exactly when the crush happened.
Maybe it was the first time he brought you coffee without asking how you took it because he already knew.
Maybe it was the night he sat with you in the ambulance bay while you cried after losing a teenage patient.
Maybe it was because Jack looked at you like you were something precious even when you felt exhausted and wrung out and fraying at the edges.
Whatever the reason, you were gone for him.
Hopelessly.
âHey,â you said suddenly.
âHm?â
âYouâve got something.â
He frowned faintly. âWhere?â
You stepped closer before he could think too hard about it.
Your hand curled lightly into the front of his scrub top.
Then you kissed him.
Quick.
Soft.
Barely more than a brush of your lips against his.
Jack froze.
Actually froze.
His eyes widened slightly as you pulled back.
And there it was.
Color rising up his neck.
âYouââ
You grinned.
âOh my God,â you whispered. âYou blush.â
âI do not.â
âYou absolutely do.â
Jack stared at you like heâd forgotten how words worked.
Which was shocking, considering this man regularly handled medical catastrophes without blinking.
âYou kissed me,â he finally managed.
âYeah.â
âIn the middle of work.â
âMhm.â
âYou canât just do that.â
âBut I already did.â
His jaw flexed.
You watched the pink deepen in his cheeks and nearly lost it laughing.
Jack pointed at you like he was trying to regain control of the situation.
âThatâs not funny.â
âItâs a little funny.â
âYou assaulted me with affection.â
âYou survived.â
âThatâs your defense?â
âYou use it all the time.â
He made a low sound in the back of his throat that suspiciously resembled a laugh.
Then someone called for him down the hall and the moment broke apart.
But before he left, he looked at you again.
Longer this time.
Something softer in his expression.
Something dangerous.
âYouâre trouble,â he said quietly.
And walked away.
After that, it became a problem.
Because now you knew.
Jack Abbotâcompetent, composed, terrifyingly capable Jack Abbotâcompletely lost his mind when you kissed him unexpectedly.
And you had zero self-control about it.
You started small.
A kiss against his cheek while he charted.
A quick peck to the corner of his mouth when he handed you coffee.
One stolen kiss in the elevator that left him staring at the closing doors like heâd just been shot.
Every single time, he reacted the same way.
Stillness.
Blinking.
Blushing.
Occasionally short-circuiting entirely.
It was incredible.
âYou do this on purpose,â he accused one night.
You looked up innocently from your seat beside him in the break room.
âDo what?â
âWeaponize affection.â
You gasped dramatically. âWeaponize?â
âYes.â
âThatâs a strong word.â
âYou kissed me and walked away while I was talking to Collins.â
âAnd?â
âI forgot what I was saying.â
You burst out laughing.
Jack looked deeply unimpressed.
Which wouldâve been more convincing if his ears werenât bright red.
âOh my God,â you wheezed. âYouâre still blushing.â
âYouâre impossible.â
âYou like me.â
He looked at you then.
Really looked at you.
And suddenly the teasing atmosphere shifted into something quieter.
Warmer.
More dangerous.
âYeah,â he said softly. âI do.â
Your laughter faded immediately.
The room felt smaller.
Jack leaned back in his chair, gaze steady on yours now, and somehow that was worse than the blushing.
Because thisâ
this calm honestyâ
felt terrifyingly real.
âHow much?â you asked before you could stop yourself.
His expression softened.
âEnough that youâve turned me into an idiot.â
Your chest hurt a little.
Jack wasnât smooth when it came to feelings.
That was part of what made him so devastating.
Everything he said felt honest.
Carefully chosen.
Real.
You stood slowly from your chair.
Walked over to him.
He watched you the entire time.
âWhat are you doing?â he asked quietly.
You stopped between his knees.
Rested your hands lightly on his shoulders.
âKissing you again.â
âSee? Problem.â
You smiled softly this time.
Not teasing anymore.
Then you kissed him properly.
Not quick.
Not playful.
Slow enough that his breath caught.
Jackâs hands settled instinctively at your waist, careful and warm and solid.
For one suspended second, he didnât kiss you back like a man unsure of himself.
He kissed you like someone whoâd wanted this for a long time.
Deeply.
Completely.
Your fingers slid into his hair and he made a rough sound against your mouth that nearly ruined you.
When you pulled away, both of you were breathing harder.
Jack rested his forehead lightly against yours.
âYou canât keep doing that to me,â he murmured.
âYou hate it?â
His hands tightened slightly on your waist.
âI didnât say that.â
âNo?â
âNo.â
You smiled against his mouth.
âGood.â
Then the break room door swung open.
âAbbot, I needââ
Dana stopped dead.
You jerked backward.
Jack looked profoundly unimpressed with the interruption.
Danaâs eyes moved between the two of you slowly.
Then she sighed.
âFinally.â
You blinked.
âFinally?â
âYou two have been making eyes at each other for months. It was embarrassing.â
Jack scrubbed a hand over his face.
âYouâre not helping.â
âIâm helping plenty.â Dana pointed at you. âKeep doing whatever this is. Heâs less grumpy.â
âIâm not grumpy.â
âYou threatened a printer yesterday.â
âIt started it.â
Dana walked out muttering something about emotionally constipated emergency staff.
You dissolved into helpless laughter.
Jack looked at you for three seconds before giving up and laughing too.
God.
You loved that sound.
Dating Jack happened naturally after that.
Like slipping into something that had already been waiting for you both.
You learned quickly that beneath the calm exterior, Jack loved quietly but intensely.
He remembered everything.
Your coffee order.
Your favorite snacks during night shifts.
How you liked your fries stolen but not your pickles.
Heâd press tired kisses into your hair while passing behind you in the kitchen.
Would rest a hand at the small of your back absentmindedly.
Would look at you across crowded rooms like he still couldnât quite believe you were his.
And you never stopped stealing kisses.
Never.
In supply closets.
Hallways.
Parking garages.
Against his shoulder while he charted.
One memorable time while he was mid-sentence talking to Robby.
âYou were saying?â Robby asked dryly after you walked off.
Jack stared blankly ahead.
âI donât remember.â
âYouâre pathetic.â
âProbably.â
The worstâor bestâincident happened three months into your relationship.
Jack was focused on stitching up a patientâs arm while you stood nearby assisting.
Completely professional.
Composed.
Until the patientâs elderly grandmother looked between the two of you knowingly and said, âYouâre in love.â
You nearly choked.
Jack remained calm.
âWeâre dating,â he corrected gently.
âNo,â she said wisely. âYouâre in love.â
Silence.
Then she pointed at you.
âYou look at him like he hung the moon.â
Your face burned.
Then she pointed at Jack.
âAnd he looks at you like heâd fight God for another five minutes.â
The entire room went quiet.
Jackâs stitching paused briefly.
You looked at him.
And there it was.
That look.
Open affection so intense it made your chest ache.
The grandmother hummed triumphantly.
âIâm old, not blind.â
Later, after the patient was discharged, you cornered Jack in an empty hallway.
âYouâd fight God for me?â you asked lightly.
Jack looked down at you.
Completely serious.
âWithout hesitation.â
Your heart nearly stopped.
âJackââ
âI mean it.â
There was no teasing in his face.
No embarrassment.
Just certainty.
You reached for him automatically.
âCome here.â
âWhat?â
âI need to kiss you.â
A faint blush appeared immediately.
You grinned delightedly.
âThere he is.â
âYouâre unbelievable.â
âAnd youâre blushing again.â
âBecause you keep looking at me like that.â
âLike what?â
âLike you adore me.â
You softened instantly.
âOh,â you whispered. âThatâs because I do.â
Jack stared at you for half a heartbeat before pulling you into him suddenly.
His mouth found yours hard enough to steal your breath.
Not shy.
Not flustered.
Certain.
One hand cupped your jaw while the other settled firmly at your waist.
You melted against him immediately.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours again.
âYouâre gonna kill me someday,â he murmured.
You smiled softly.
âYeah?â
âYeah.â His thumb brushed gently across your cheek. âWorth it.â
Two years later, Jack still blushed when you stole kisses.
Especially when you did it unexpectedly.
Especially when you smiled afterward like youâd won something.
Maybe you had.
Because every single time, without fail, Jack looked at you like falling in love with you had been the easiest thing heâd ever done.
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when someone asks what your type is but you don't want to say "40 year old+ men tasked with taking care of a child in the apocalypse" so you just say brunettes...
Synopsis. Five times Gojo Satoru - the hottest k-pop idol right now - gets exposed for wanting you, his pretty, totally-not-girlfriend best friend. And the one time he gives them headlines to talk about.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, idol!Gojo, k-pop idol au, 5 + 1 things, best-friends-to-Iovers, PINING, dispatch, fandom shenanigans, lie detector tests, variety shows, ISAC, heâs SO down bad, matĂng presses, oraI (fem. rec.), spĂtting, chokĂng, p sIapping, Gojoâs tongue pĂercing, PĂSSYDRĂNK Gojo, manhandIing, semi-public, heâs BIG, tummy buIges, D slipping, running from it, bIindfolds, talking you through it, first times (Gojoâs), creampĂes, cĂşmplay, getting together, happy ending, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 11.8k
A/N. Guess whoâs back from the beach-each and watched Kpop Demon Hunters-
âAnd here we have the goddess, the myth, the-âÂ
It would take quite the feat to leave Gojo Satoru - self-proclaimed king of idols (debatable), world-class chatterbox (not debatable) - of all people gaping soundlessly at his screen.
For a second. Two. Three- before heâs sputtering at the blur of incoming comments, âO-oi! Donât you lilâ perverts think you can get away with flirting with my best friend.â Arms crossed, he nods seriously at his fanbase, âEven I donât get away with flirting with my be-â
âSatoru, theyâre about to cut the cameras.â
âA joke. Obviously.â Smooth. Ever-so-smooth, Gojoâs flashing a winning smile at his stern-faced manager behind the tripod.
It was hard enough to convince Yaga into letting you join his livestream, but as a near-veteran in the entertainment industry, Gojo knew how to handle a little slip-up like this. Heâs got this- âBecause I am definitely not in love with my best friend, and am definitely not held hostage to say this.â
â...â
âAâŚa joke?â
In mild concern, the two of you can only watch as stoic, composed Yaga lets out what sounded like a strangled sob. Before whispering to another PR manager on-site, âWrite a company statement.âÂ
âOi-â Gojo pipes up, âWhy would you need a company statement when Iâm perfectly- user Fushidaddy type another pick-up line and Iâm blocking you.â
The dark-haired man chokes through almost tears, âJust start writing already.â
You try to smooth things over from your seat right beside your best friend, this was not what youâd anticipated after Gojo had practically begged on his knees asking for you to join him in one of his Bubble lives. Then again, what else could you expect from anything to do with him? âAh, itâs alright. I donât mind-â
âI do.âÂ
Snowy brows furrowed, heâs leaning in closer to the camera to take in every traitorous word-Â
satorusxkitten: okay but guys think ab it!! heâs rlly talented but no actor so itâs okay if heâs ass at pretending to not be a simp!! can u blame him??
âBlocked.â
P1BANG: took a shot every time he stares at her thinking heâs slick now Iâm at the hospital (this live started 3 minutes ago)
âBlocked.â
Fushidaddy: Pretty girl, blink twice if youâre being held hostage x.
âBlocked and reported what the-â Gojo frowns glancing over at you from the corner of his eyes, (thinking heâs slick, thank you very much). Before catching the way you lean in dramatically to flutter your eyes- âDonât you dare blink.â
As youâre bursting into ribbing laughter, so are the sheer amount of comments asking about you- and he canât help but entertain the sneaking suspicion that his own viewers were here simply because of you.
At least, thatâs why he wouldâve kept watching.
Fushidaddy2: Put us out of this pining misery or end the live, kid.
âI thought I blocked you.â
âOkay then.â You clap your hands once to gain the roomâs attention, slightly worried about the blood vessel about to burst near Yagaâs temple. âSatoru, I think you brought me here to do a Q nâ A, right?â
âWell yesâŚâ Gojoâs grumbling underneath his breath - that was the initial plan, to finally introduce one of the most precious parts of him to the fandom.Â
He just didnât account for the possibility that everyone on the livestream would fall in love with you - when that was clearly supposed to be his job! âAlright- ask away, and no funny business. Iâm looking at you, user Fushidaddy.â
sugu-rizzed: Are you single?
âHow dare you-â
âYes. Yes, I am.â Youâre nudging the towering man right next to you, subtly moving his hand off of that treacherous block button. âLighten up, Satoruââ
âYes, maâam. Correct, maâam.â
What a sight it was.Â
Honestly, youâre sure you hear at least several management staff gasp at just how easily youâd shut up their arguable star. Being the center of one of the fastest bands to sky-rocket into the k-pop world hadnât made it any easier for an agent to pose authority over Gojo Satoru - Yaga was barely hanging on by a thread and he submitted at least a few resignation letters every week.
Once the on-set whispers break out, youâre squirming in your seat. Rattling off yet another question-
ge.akuge: what do you think about the allegations of him wearing wigs?
âWell-â
âBlocked.â
KunaLuvrr: does he wear wigs?
stanjutsu: will he wear wigs?
Fushidaddy3: Yâknow I donât wear wigs, baby, x.Â
âI-â
âYou- blocked.â
haibarabias: Did u know he was yapping about you non-stop on the last live?
Youâre blinking in slight surprise, turning to Gojo - whoâd now stuffed himself into his oversized designer hoodie until you could only make out the tips of his ears. His bright, burning red ears. âReally?â Turning to the feverishly nodding staff at his silence, âReally?â
One of the fresh-faced interns in charge of lighting tries to hold back a squeal, âY-yeah! We tried to keep a tally of your name to edit on-screen but it went intoâŚthe tripleâŚdigits- eep!â
âE-hem.â Gojo cuts the newbie off with a slight glare, snitches. The whole lot. âI was just talking to them about what a boor you are and to be prepared-â
realistic.one: liar, you were giggling and kicking your feet the whole time-
â-which you would have known if you actually watched me.â Finishing off with relish, heâs mockingly glowering down at you. The perfect vision of a neglected best friend - if it wasnât for the way that he was flushed all the way from his cheeks to the back of his neck, that is.Â
And then your fingerpads reach out to pat the silky crown of his bangs, soothingly. âI do watch you, Toru. I must have missed that stream, sorry about that.â
He melts. And thereâs tens of thousands to watch him.
âY-yeah?â Gojoâs briefly snapping a scowl at the screen, already knowing that this particular clip of his voice breaking would be making rounds on the internet tomorrow. Crossing his arms with a huff, he acts like he isnât nuzzling his head even closer for you to caress, âTch, you make a shitty best friend, my star.â
Somewhere across the room, Yaga puts his head in his hands and sighs.Â
sugu-rizzed: My star?? Guys is heâŚ
CandyKento: that moment when you highkey ship them but realize bro has no game
sunflowerboy: Gojo-san fighting!!
Fushidaddy7: I could treat you better, girl x.Â
torutoaster: wonder what her type is from our boys^^
Itâs as if the room itself had hiked a few degrees in temperature, and youâre darting your eyes away from Gojoâs burning ones. From the staff that was snickering behind their hands, giving you knowing looks.Â
Instead, choosing to distract yourself by answering that last questionâ âHmm, my ideal type from Six Eyes, huh?â
âHah- what a silly little question.â Your best friend cocks his head with a smirk, âWhy- tell âem, my star. Who else has the visuals? The dance moves? The charisma? Of course, itâs-â
âSuguru.â You smile innocently, whilst the flashy idol next to you crumbles. âHeâs such a sweetheart.â
returnofP1BANG: five more shots for that wet cat look he gave her
Fushidaddy9: Ouch (lol).
sugu-rizzed: F in the chat
CandyKento: f
sunflowerboy: F
Fushidaddy10: F
ge.akuge: F
âTch- childish.â Gojo scoffs at the wave of that same letter flooding his comment section, heâs counting about twentyâŚbefore typing his own âFâ in there.Â
Immediately reinvigorated, heâs stabbing a determined finger in the air. âBut- but I have something that none of yâall and that stinky Suguru doesnât have-â And it takes every ounce of will, every shred of shamelessness in his body to wrap two strong arms around you and crash you to his broad chest. Emulating all those hours heâs spent watching k-dramas with you, Gojoâs barking out. â-sheâs mine!â
Fushidaddy14: Yeah. Your best friend. LMAO.
âBlocked-â
Masamichi Yaga handed in yet another resignation letter that very same night.
Which was likely why the livestream didnât last too long after that little catastrophe- and itâs about a few hours later once youâd safely made it home with excuses of work the next day, and Gojo was lying wide awake on his phone, that it happens.
It is sent to him, by none other than Geto - the most unthinkable, unspeakable link to a fan-made YouTube video aptly titled â100 Gojo Satorus vs. trying not to make a fool of himself in front of his baddie best friend challenge (failed)â
Edited and clipping every single moment heâd completely nâ utterly destroyed his cool idol façade during the brief live. Every (fine, not-so-slick) glance your way, every blush, every voice crack.
Fuck.
In two seconds heâs sending Geto a paragraph of middle finger emojis, and in one heâs slowly downloading the videoâŚfor research purposes.Â
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As a celebrity hair stylist, Miwa Kasumi had never felt that she wasnât paid enough - after all, nearly unlimited contact with her favorite idols and she gets to see her work come to life on stage? What could go wrong?
WellâŚsheâs feeling her weary eyelid twitch just about the twelfth time she hears the same repeated meme audio blaring from Gojo Satoruâs phone.Â
Headphone-less. On full volume.Â
All on the set of one of the most important comeback shoots of this year, the much-anticipated music video for their single âBlue.â Penned by none other than the giggling idiot that was her client.Â
And it was only considering all her years of professionalism that she didnât whack the phone out of his hands the way sheâs been dying to for the past hour. âGojo-san, you are quite the fan of that video, hm?â
Subtle cues- subtle cues!
But Gojo was never one for subtle cues, as she has the misfortune of learning. And he only blinks up from his padded seat in front of her, âHuh? Oh yes-â In fact, increasing the volume of the dramatically edited fan video - one of those crack compilations she had the guilty pleasure of watching before bed sometimes.Â
But Gojo didnât seem to be watching for the laughs, his twinkling sapphire eyes were only locked on one thing on-screen - you.Â
Sighing at a short clip of you from the livestream a few days ago, grimacing at one of his bragging monologues. Giggling, he zooms in on you- âIsnât she gorgeousâ?â
âO-oh!â Now, introductions and love for artistry might be two of the main perks of working in such close proximity to idols - but who could forget the gossip. Immediately perking up, sheâs setting down one of the curlers and working on fluffing up Gojoâs ethereal white hair for the camera. âGirlfriend, Gojo-san?â
âNot at all.â Dreamily, heâs taking a blatant screenshot of the zoomed-in visual of your face. A man in heaven. âNot. At. All.â
Huh? Maybe all celebrities were just eccentric. What was that one saying about never meeting your heroes?Â
Well, it seems that the universe decided that Miwa hadnât learned enough of her lesson just yet- which is why sheâs startled by the swooshâ! of curtains being drawn back in the dressing room, and the heavy footsteps of none other than Gojoâs bandmates.Â
Who could mistake them?
Geto Suguru, long inky hair tied back, slow strides almost predatory, is the first to reach the two - one of them shivering in rapt excitement, the other glued to his phone. âOi- Satoru, they want you for your solo shot.â
Gojo grunts noncommittally, hands gripping his phone. âHm-â
Irritation gripping the otherâs tone, his best friend taps his feet. âSatoru.â
âMm.â
âSatoru.âÂ
ââŚâ
âYou little-âÂ
Itâs a damn miracle that the thin glass of Gojoâs phone screen doesnât crack with how swiftly Getoâs snatching it from the otherâs hands. Only to get a glimpse of the screen and have his mouth drop.
âSatoruâŚâÂ
ââŚSuguru.â
Pierced brows furrowing, Adamâs apple bobbing with a guffaw at the blatant screenshot of you displayed. Clearly taken from that one compilation video that he had sent the link to a few days ago. Their center gulps. âSatoru, whatâŚtheâŚf-â
âGojo-san! Gojo-sanâ!â
The youngest - Haibaraâs - sweet, sing-song voice dips through the tense dressing room as he stumbles in - all sunny smiles and the cutest bowl cut. Followed excruciatingly closely by a cameraman recording behind-the-scenes content, âKento and I are done, so Director Shoko wants you on set now or she said sheâll do some violent things that canât be said on camera~â
âOf course, of courseâ you should go, you strange little lecher- I mean, Satoru.â Geto waves the other over, âCâmere Yu, let your elder show you a little something.â
Gojo blanches, âNo-â
âOh? What is itâ?â
Gripping onto Getoâs jacket, âNo.â
Careful of the rolling camera, heâs mercilessly sidling up to the other and flashing the latest addition to Gojoâs photo album - that soft, slightly blurry screenshot of you. Simply smiling. âOh.â
ââOhâ is right.â Getoâs smizing out such a cat-like grin at the camera- this was sure to have the internet talking. Maybe even screaming. And as the staff with the lens steps closer in curiosity, heâs swiftly covering the screen, âLetâs just say our Satoru is ah- quite the fan of our cute little fansâ creations.â
Haibara titters, âEnough that itâs filling up his phone storage-â Catching Gojoâs groan, ready to jump out of his seat- âAh, my apologies, Gojo-san~â
Geto nods, âNo no, heâs right.â
âHeâs not.â
âI am?â
âAnd remember, kidsââ The pierced man calls out, finger hovering over the glaring screen of the phone.Â
Gojo gasps- âNo-â Realizing. Shooting to his feet. âNo no no-â
Registering the way his other best friend was giving particular attention to that bright, burning DELETE button. â-always help your friends in need.â
The scream that Gojo Satoru, most polished idol of the 21st century, lets off is devastated.Â
Enough that the cameraman - watching each interaction like a hawk - jumps, enough that even ruthless Geto Suguru himself feels a semblance of slight regret. Almost turning his thumb over to click on the recycle bin before Gojo can cry himself hoarse- until heâs scrolling just an inch - an inch - along the full camera roll and findingâŚmoreâŚscreenshots?
About 75,328 in his album, to be exact. Of you.Â
He looks at Gojo Satoru - knees cradled in such a pitiful fetal position on the floor, whimpering at the loss of his prized screenshot. And he looks at the 75,328 screenshots. He looks back at Gojo. Then at the screenshots, all 75,328.
Then back at Gojo.
And Geto doesnât even feel bad about the good kick heâs planting on the otherâs back, âGet out.â
If the dressing room was a hellhole made to ruin Gojoâs life - Geto being the devil incarnate, of course - then being on set wasnât any better.Â
The long lens of Shokoâs famed camera stares him down like it knew exactly how he was acting minutes prior, and any false façade of coolness would easily break through.Â
âUghâŚâ Shokoâs crinkling her nose in slight distaste at the footage playing on her screen, motioning for the rest of the crew to start putting each prop back in place for a reshoot.Â
Make-up airy, white bandages haphazardly falling from his eyes, surrounded by sparkling ivory decorations of stars; it was supposed to be something on theme with the song, something romantic, something that didnât make her want to hack up her coffee in a bad way.
But she could feel her stomach churning already. Leveling a glare at Gojo thatâs enough to make the much-taller man flinch- âYou- if you canât do the sparkly idol thing, just try looking at the camera and smiling. Itâs all we need for the solo shot today.â Tapping her camera, âLook at the lens like youâd look at a lover.â
Voice octaves higher, âA-a lover?âÂ
His dignity was scarred!Â
âYou got this, Gojo-san! Twentieth tryâs the charmâ!â Haibaraâs voice echoes. âAh- or was this the thirtiethâŚsomewhere along the line I lost count.â
âThirty-seventh.â Nanami helpfully supplies.
His reputation as a reliable elder ruined!
âSatoru, good luck! Geto called me- I donât know why but um, good luck!â
He didnât call himself the king of idols for nothing!
In a split-second, Gojo perks at the slightly-metallic sound of your voice through the other end of the line. Breath hitched, flashing irises widened- it doesnât take him even a nanosecond to snap his head towards where Geto was holding his phone up for the sound to project.
Your name flashing on the caller ID, Getoâs smile priggish at the reaction wrenched out of his best friend.Â
And Gojo canât help but let the mere sound of your voice make him smileâ
âThere we go- thatâs the shot! Thatâs the shot.â
The music video is edited and uploaded only a few weeks later, that behind-the-scenes following hastily afterwards.Â
It was a hit, of course, as every management and billboard had already predicted it would be. But what was unpredictable were the eagle-eyed comments-
SIX EYES - âBLUEâ MV
torutoaster: KYAAA THEY REALLY FED US LOOK AT HOW OUR TORU AND SUGU LOOOKKK
ryomichael: not even a satoru bias butâŚwowâŚhis visualsâŚthe way he looked at the camera made my heart just goâŚwow
zbstan: stream this song (and esp Gojoâs bridge) for clear skin guys!!
SIX EYES - âBLUEâ MV Behind [All]
getosuggs: Geto and Haibara giggling at Gojoâs phone screenâŚwonder what they were looking atâŚ
torutoaster: wonder why the filming of toruâs solo shot was muted?? strange but as long as we get more content of my bias oh well^^
sugu-rizzed: @torutoaster I think because they were on a call? Oooo imagine if it was Gojoâs best friend from the livestreamâŚ
mahitoe: @sugu-rizzed smh delulu shippers
zbstan: @mahitoe STFU look at that caller ID ik they tried to blur it but like there was an anonymous hair stylist on set who said it was so GUYS IT COULD BE-
Fushidaddy17: I wouldâve had no problem looking cool for her aha x.
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âTakada-chan! Takada-ch-AAAAAANâ!â
Honestly, what a woman to be able to smile politely in the face of a big, beefy high schooler ripping his shirt off from the stands of the stadium. The Idol Star Athletics Championships were always quite rambunctious considering the star-studded players, especially this year.Â
All lined up in their groups, donning flashy colored tracksuits.Â
And as the boy starts crying, Geto wincesâlooking back at their own section of fans invited to attend the annual celebrity sports tournament. Some squealing at the feeling of Getoâs stare, some waving banners hysterically - but thank goodness that none were as bad as-
âMY STAAAARâ!â
Geto takes that back very quickly.
Deadpan, exhausted- the leader of Six Eyes is turning to stare down their infamous center, the exact one whoâd been hogging every headline for the past few weeks for his exact antics with you. âSatoruâŚwhat are you doing?â
Ignoring him for your figure seated at the very front rowââMY STAR, YOU BETTER CHEER FOR ME.â You pretend not to hear him as he waves frantically, and Geto reaches over to tug Gojo back in line. âOi- OIII, DONâT LOOK AT NANAMI LOOK AT ME!â
On second thought, he backs away into another groupâs line.Â
You werenât the only one looking at him now- so were the announcers. Seasoned entertainers whoâve probably never seen a scene in all their years, âAaaand over in this row we have Six Eyes. Their center - that Gojo boy - seems to be a little preoccupied, no?â
âWith the girl? Oh, when is he not? Have you seen the clips from that livestream?â
âAhhâyou know my wife showed me and-â Seemingly catching the eye of whatever higher-up, or maybe the way that Yaga was swooning in his bench as if he was about to faint right then and there. âEhem- anyways, welcome all to this yearâs The Idol Star Athletics Championshipsâ!â
It goes off without a hitch.Â
Well, as much as it could with Gojo Satoru being in attendance.Â
Which meant having to wrangle him back by the scruff of his neck every time he meandered off to the shrieking stands to ask you to pet his tired head - âfor good luck.â
Which meant having him blow kisses to the stands suspiciously near you as he dribbled expertly during the basketball event, their team tied with yet another idol group.
With only a few seconds on the clock, every eye glued to his sprinting figure - breath stilling just as soon as he does near the netted hoop. Gojo had jumped, and pointed straight at your figureââThis oneâs for my star.â
Before he swung.Â
AndâŚ
âŚmissed.
But that was all water under the bridge.
It didnât matter that it was a failure recorded in 4K on hundreds of cameras, it didnât matter that youâd been the one laughing the most while watching his precious shot completely miss the hoop and bounce sadly on the floor.Â
It didnât matter that his ears were still burning red from embarrassment by the last leg of the tournament - the track-and-field events.Â
Geto had already won the gold medal in archery, Haibara with silver in football, and even woe-is-me Nanami had snagged a silver in fencing.Â
And this time, this yearâs new addition - one of those borrowed item races youâd play in middle school, those ones where heâd have to run to a box and pick out something silly to bring over the finish line - was about to be his turn.Â
âReadyâŚâ
Gojoâs steadying into position, making sure his back flexed just right so that youâd be able to see from the stands. And if the way that Nanami sighed was anything to go by then it was working, right?Â
âSetâŚâ
Azure eyes locked on the small wooden box that loomed a few yards in front of him.
âGo!â
Itâs a blur- one moment his expensive designer sneakers touch the ground, and the next heâs one of the first idols to run over to the box. Fighting to stick his hand inside, Gojoâs sure he elbows someoneâs dolled-up face to grab the first slip of paper he can.Â
Tugging it out with a grin, the neat typing stares back at him mockinglyââSomeone you love.â
Fuck.
Why did it have to be this one?
The announcerâs booming baritone breaks through- âWhatâs this? Six Eyesâ Gojo seems to have stalled? What could that paper say?â
âRun!â Getoâs voice calls over the chaos of countless other artists bee-lining towards their own missions, their own âitem.â Heâs waving at Gojo impatiently, âRun, you fool-âÂ
âGojo-san, you got thisâ!â
In a confused hurry, heâs darting a look down at the staff manning the box - some older, dryly deadpan man who merely takes a peek at his slip of paper and gives a thumbs up. And Gojo could have sworn he smirks.
Well.
âOh- oh, heâs running.â Both hosts gripping onto the edges of their tables, âThe legs on that boy- Gojo Satoru is overtaking his peers easily- ah, we promise weâre not biased.â
Yaga and the rest of his overworked PR team would have to forgive Gojo for this later- but his legs are turning towards your direction in an instant, just as they always have. Running. Sprinting.Â
âGojo- Gojo! Is it true you two eloped?â
âAn insider source is saying that your best friend was present on-set of Blue- any comment?â
âAre you two dating?â
Itâs like heâs running through a tunnel where the only thing he can see is you at the end. Announcersâ voices cotton in his mind- âOh, we think we know where this is going, ladies and gentlemen.â The only voice his popped ears can hear are yours-
âS-Satoruâ!â Youâre shrieking, nearly as loud as the throng of fans and cameras surrounding you. Clawing down his beefy upper bicep as your best friend leans his long torso over the barrier of the stands and throws you into an easy princess carry, âAre you crazy-â
âNah, weâre gonna win, my star.â He has his arms steady, jaw clicking - and you canât help but feel his strength thrum gently in his arms. Those lucky to be near enough for the entire ordeal would later claim to tabloids that theyâd never seen Gojo Satoru this serious.
ThisâŚresponsible when heâs carefully striding with you in his hold - an easy first place running past the finish line.Â
Stars in his eyes, mouth turned up into a smile that twitched when he gazed down at your own. Wantingly.Â
But he only hugged you in thanks, and took your half-joking swats with a smile.Â
They couldnât quite blatantly show the cameras what Gojoâs little paper had required him to bring, but you got to keep Gojoâs gold medal after the tournament - it was always meant for you, anyway.
And he gets an earful from Yaga, Geto, Haibara (though that was more grumbling about why those last two werenât the ones carried like a pretty princess instead), and a few articles speculating your relationship, and a Twitter timeline having a complete meltdown over clips of his race.Â
A video of those particular few seconds with you in his arms racked up a solid few million views in only a few hours since it was posted- but honestly, one million of those views might just be from him alone.
@torutoaster: THE WAYYYY HE CARRIED HER OMG- GOD I SEE WHAT YOUâVE DONE FOR OTHERS-
@CandyKento: did anyone watch the isacs? no but i am soooo curious what gojoâs item was-
@chorusito replying to @CandyKento: no but to bring his ehem ehem- âbest friendâ it has to be something scandalous right~
@CandyKento replying to @chorusito: right??
@mahitoe replying to @chorusito: lmfao idols canât date. you guys cant handle anything it was obvs just a friend or something. delulu.Â
@sugurusshampoobottle replying to @mahitoe: FIGHT ME.
@satorusxkitten: gojo and getoâs arms are so big!! fuck!!Â
@sugu-rizzed: That staff-member manning the box saw what the paper said oh what I would pay to knowâŚ
@fiendingforsixeyes: AHHHH I BET IT WAS SOMETHING OR SMTH HE LOVED IK U GOJO U LOVERBOY
@Fushidaddy33: She wouldâve looked better in my arms tbhâŚ
Gojo reports that last account.
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âSo, who do you think is the cutest from Six Eyes?â
âMe.â
âAnd who do you think is the best dancer?â
âMe.â
âThe most romantic?â
âAhâŚâ Regular interviews could be tedious - but an interview with a lie detector strapped to you somehow surpassed even the ninth chamber of hell. And Gojo thinks that anyone would shrink under the beady, unwavering gaze of the hostess interrogating- ah, interviewing him right now.
Not a hair out of place, not a lie she wouldnât be able to catch.
Damn that management for signing him up for one of those lie detection interviews - part of him already felt that this was punishment for rejecting Yagaâs seventh resignation letter since the chaos of the Idol Star Athletics Championships.
And damn Geto for goading him into going first.
The rest of the group watch leisurely from their comfort of a sofa away from the spotlight - thankfully lie detector-less for now - tittering as their bandmate cowers. Gulping through a slightly-wobbly grin, âMe. Iâm the most romantic.â
Nodding as the polygraph examiner gives the thumbs up for truth.
âNot quite humble, but quite honest arenât you, Mister Gojo?â
Gojoâs cracking his neck in his uncomfortable seat, the sooner he can get this over with, the better. Still strapped with leather buckles, âI think youâll find that Iâm very honest about things I truly feel.â
Geto sputters through faux coughs- âPfftâ Liar.â
Nanami looks away- murmuring just loud enough for the microphone to pick up, âEhemâŚfibber.â
And Haibara? Haibara merely snaps his fingers in realization- âAaaahâ! I see, theyâre calling you a âliarâ, Gojo-san, because you arenât honest about your feelings towards-â
âAh ah!â He tries to make a motion to shut up, but only ends up rocking the chair from side-to-side. And Gojo already knew he was done for the very second heâs catching the hostessâs eyes gleam at this juicy morsel of information.
âWell, I actually did haveâŚâ Trailing off, sheâs shuffling through her pack of pre-written questions. Painted nails fingering one at the very back that she seemed to have stowed away for when the interviews took a particular turn, she clears her throat. Saying your name-
âImpressively high heart rate.â The examiner drones out, bushy brows raising at what his screen flashed. Just from hearing your name.
As his self-proclaimed friends cackle - those traitors - the hostess shows off her pearly smile, âMister Gojo, is it true that sheâs your best friend?â
Gojo shifts slightly, âVery true.â Truth.
âAnd she is very beautiful- correct?â
âVery true.â Truth.
âAnd smart?â
âVery true-â Truth.
âAnd youâre in love with her?â
âVery tr-â He gasps, âWait no-â
To which the older lady cocks her head in genuine confusion, âDespite all the shipping- well, itâs all everyoneâs been talking about online these days- youâve never done anything? You donât have feelings for her, young man?â
âNâŚno.âÂ
Geto raises his hand in a split-second, almost as if he was some model student in a classroom. âYouâre mistaken, my lady, he doesnât have feelings for her. He has a lot of feelings for her-â
âSuguru!â
The final nail on Gojoâs coffin might just have been the way the polygraph examiner tries - and fails - to keep a largely neutral face. Instead raising his fist in the air, into a blatant thumbs down, next word tinged in amusement. âLie.â
Gojo fights against the belts tied to his wrist, monitoring his heartbeat, his deception. âItâs faulty, I tell you- faulty. Did you know that polygraphs are actually only 80% accurate andââ
âSo you honestly wouldnât mind if your best friend showed up with a fresh new boyfriend to introduce to you?â
â-I would rather die.â
Itâs silence.
Gojo basking in the shock of what heâd just blurted out, everyone else squinting at the overtly clear thumbs up that the examiner was gesturing. A truth. Trying to see whether it would change shape whether they stared hard enough.
Clearing her throat, their seasoned hostess is the first to speak- âAh- well, that was certainly, um.â Shuffling her cards, she stares at the rest of Six Eyes in bewilderment and they stare in bewilderment right back.Â
Muttering, âI wish my husband was more like that- anyways.â She leans in close to Gojo, âSo if I showed youâŚâ Waving her hand at a few of the tech specialists in charge of the projector behind him, â-this picture with a particular known tattoo artist?â
It wasnât even a question.
And a damn good thing it wasnât, because as soon as the screen behind Gojo lights up with a paparazzi shot - one of you, from years and years ago when you were dating that damn tch- asshole Ryomen Sukuna. All bathed in the light of the city at night, pretty hands in his, smile blinding - oh-so-gorgeous that he feels his heart stop.
Literally.
Thereâs a slight, sharp beeeeepâ! that emanates from the lie detectorâ
Geto stands, âSatoru, what-â
âGojo-san, are you okay-â
âI know CPR.â Hell, even Nanami was looking on with some degree of concern, âBut I wouldnât do it on you, no offense.â
As the examiner fiddles with his contraption, the hostess is the one to wonder whether she should call over the medical personnel in the studio. Reaching over her lilâ interrogation table to tap Gojoâs pale hand lightly- âU-uh, Mister Gojo-â
Gojo gasps- âHuh? Oh yeah-âÂ
The steady rhythm of his pulse beeps once more on the monitor, albeit it slightly faster than before after heâs setting his eyes on you. After his poor, pathetic heart had skipped a beat just at the mere sight of you.Â
âHeâs ruining the picture.â Gojoâs nose bridge wrinkles, gaze straying back to your smile the way an anchor follows a ship to see. No matter how far and deep they may go. The examiner signs out âtruthâ as the other man continues, âCan you crop the buffoon out and give me five printed copies of that photo, please?â
âEh?â
âEh?â
âGojo-san, eh?â
Nanami rubs his aching temples, âThis is why Iâd never give him CPR.â
That particular episode easily became one of the most watched of the season.Â
Six Eyesâ Gojo Satoru Takes a Lie Detector Test | Heart-stopping Revelations!
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Gojo didnât read these comments, unfortunately, or see any of the edits they were making of him on tiktok. He was too busy spamming comments of his own on Sukunaâs official instagram.Â
Very colorfully-worded ones.Â
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âWhatâs your name?â
âGojo da strongest.â
âWhat are you drawing?â
âA star.â
For an eight-year-old, Gojo thinks you had the most pensive expression on your face after that particular answer. Brows scrunched cutely, and your tongue sticking slightly between missing teeth- and it was alright, Gojo wasnât a stranger to the staring.
He knew how to handle all the cooing from aunties at the marketplace, he was used to all the praises for being the fastest kid in all of primary school.Â
So surely the great, wise, nine-year-old Gojo Satoru could give a fellow classmate as much time as you needed to muster up the very best compliment-
âItâs kinda ugly.â
âWha- huh?â How dare you- Gojoâs pouting, snowy brows scrunching until youâre giggling. âMy star is not ugly.â Sticking a thumb proudly between his puffed-up chest, âAnd I should know because Iâm going to be a star.â
And that makes him falter- just a bit, because true superstars never falter. âY-you think so?â Okay, maybe they falter a bit. But in Gojoâs defense, no one had ever taken his little daydream so seriously, âYou donât think itâs stupid? That I canât go up on stage?â
âNo, why would it be?â Oh. Youâre tapping his smudged crayon drawing, âBut thatâs still an ugly star.â
Stomping, âIs not.â
âIs too.â
âIsâŚâ He looks at you - in all you sparkly humor - then back at his fifteen-pointed star. He looks at you, then back at his brown-colored star for âartistic purposes.â He looks at you, then back at his star with a spotty face on it because it reminded him of Patrick Star. He looks at you and-
âFineâŚâ
âLet me teach you how to draw an actual star.â Youâre stumbling over your words a little, and it offends the great Gojo Satoru that he should be taught by such a child like you, a year younger.Â
But he does have to admit that you drew pretty nice stars.Â
Crossing his arms with a pout, âFine then- teach me how to draw stars-â And the grin breaking your tiny face was too bright, too pretty. Suddenly the classroom is too humid, and heâs scrambling for something - anything - to throw back in your face. â-star.â
ââStarâ, huh?â But you only smile, âI like that.â
Only to have it thrown back in his.Â
In a way heâs remembering nearly two decades later, your hand in his, your mouth near his earpiece. Quieter than the producers screaming in his ears, but louder than his very own racing heartbeat.
âTake it easy, Satoru.â Youâre humming, over the velvety-smooth voice of the MAMA award announcer. The one that was ecstatically saying the name of the very band that Gojo might just have forgotten he was a part of the moment your hands wound âround him.Â
You lift up his dark blindfold, part of his outfit for the day. âGo up, you fool.â
It wasnât every day that Six Eyes won a MAMA grand prize, and it also wasnât every day that the best friend heâd begged to be let in as the groupâs honorary plus one (also the very same best friend heâd been in love with since he knew what love was) was in his arms like this.
But youâd been in them when after heâd drawn the first star all those years back that youâd deemed âacceptable.â Youâd been in them when he decided to take up dancing lessons in middle school, waiting all those hours after dark to walk back home with him. Youâd been in them when he entered high school and told you heâd be a trainee slaving the days away in some dingy company basement. Youâd been in them even tighter when they debuted.Â
And youâd been in them the very second their name had been announced as artist of the year.
In front of all those cameras. All those gasping audiences.
And Geto who thumps him heartily on the back, âGet a room later, lovebirds- if Yaga doesnât kill you that is.â
âCome on, Gojo-san, we have to go up for our awardâ!â
Nanami flashes you what you swear was a slight smile, âI am happy for you.â Before frowning at a shining-eyed Gojo, âNot quite for you, though.â
âAww Nanamin, you love me~â
âO-kaaay-â Once the 6â4 mess of limbs had finally set you free, Geto was pushing them all to climb up the stage. In time with the blasting background music of their very own Blue, âLetâs have the aneurysms when weâre on stage.â
But what Gojo had on-stage wasnât anything to make Yaga wish to retire, or to have Nanamiâs pounding migraine throb harder. It was a single, sliding tear - and if the lights glaring down on them were bright enough that no one could tell for sure, then all was well with him.
âTo our fans, our family-â Gojoâs starting off into the mic in the middle, deep tone dry and hoarse, metal award cool in his hands. Heâs looking at you. â-and my star, this oneâs for you.â
Itâs all.Â
And later theyâd write articles about the hug, the speech, and what it means that youâre his âstarâ - but for now, that was for Gojo to know. And for him to step away from the booming mic, letting Geto take his place with much more eloquent words; knowing that in future interviews theyâd joke about all the speeches that they had planned.
That Gojo had planned in particular, but nothing came out just right.Â
Later, he would also wonder why he waited so long - when you were always there in the audience, clapping louder as if it was just for him.Â
And your best friend mouthsâall bedazzled in his dangling earrings, white suit starkly handsome. âMeet me after the show.â
That very same clip is made into a gif that gets replayed about twelve million times before the award show actually ends.Â
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âO-oh fuck-â Your tongue lolls out until itâs hitting midway down your chin, mouth watering with every curly swipe nâ prod of Gojoâs tastebuds.Â
His nose hits the edge of your treacly cunt and he whines, watchinâ the cute way your pupils roll allll the way to the back. The front of your chest polishing with a few wads of saliva that he canât lick up right now- no.
Not when his mouth was already so occupied.
All it took was a single step - a single step - inside Gojoâs personal dressing room after the MAMAs, before heâd crashed your lips against his in a way heâd just been dying to do.
Folding you easily over the armrest of the fluffy pink sofa, door locked, sparkly dress hiked up. Gojo hadnât even bothered to take off your flimsy panties before heâd started making out with your sweet, sweet pussy from behind.
Lavishing his tongue between the crevices of your cunt like he was a man parched- âFuck, my star.â With your underwear just pushed to the side and his throat vibrating with a guttural groan once heâs feeling your tight, cozy hole clench âround his tastebuds.âFuck- sâall I want-â
âA-are you seriously- nghâ!â And you couldnât believe anything your hazed mind was telling you right now - not of those familiar lyrics, and not of the smooth, frigid brush of something metallic studding just the end of Gojoâs tongue. â-quoting your song right now?â
âMmmâ canât help it. Wrote it just for you yâknowâŚâ Voice just a bit hitched, just a bit raspy.Â
There was something in it that made you oh-so-much wetter, and Gojoâs summer blue eyes flash as heâs taking in the sappy slick gluing your shivering thighs together.Â
âSh-shit.â Gurgling out the candied taste of you, you were dripping all down his tongue. Heâs pulling you close with a hand stuck on your hip, letting your slick splash at the bottom of his throat- and it still wasnât enough.Â
âShit, my star.â His usual lip gloss smeared all over your pussy, Gojo takes the time to lean in and lick it all clean off. Before pursing his lips to once more spitââShit-â
He didnât know what to say.
Your pretty pussy had him speechless, and itâs a damn miracle that heâs not tearing that suit off of his body. Stained all down the front with a snail-trail of your sappy juices-
âNeed- this-â Once his heavy fabric strikes the floor, Gojoâs inching even closer in his kneeling position. Thick fingers slide-slide-sliiiiding teasingly between your swollen folds, before tugging on your poor panties. â-off.â
Ripping.
And his little prize is now finding a home somewhere inside his pocket for later, but right now Gojo has to stop himself from fucking salivating as youâre exposed for him.
It takes one kiss before he pants- âOh my god.âÂ
And another- âO-oh fuck- oh my god.â
Fully shoving his face between your legs and letting you shiver at the feeling of his bejewelled earrings. That sunken in.Â
Flattened tongue slapping down between your driveling slit, Gojo takes his agonizing time lapping up every inch nâ cranny you have. âMy starââ Humming almost drunkenly, his pointed muscle swerves between the insides of your pussylips.Â
âF-fuuuckâ!â Just where you were most sensitive, Gojo lets the stubbed piercing on his tongue slip inside your hole and streeeeetch you out. Slipping out to draw a wet, sickly sweet starâ âSince when did you have a- nghh- a tongue piercing, Toru?â
The first answer youâre getting is a sharp swat on your pussy, âMmm- ever since you dated that fucking bastard with a tongue piercing.â Sukuna. Gojo croons out, more honest than he wouldâve usually been. âNever put it in butâŚI got it because I thought it was your hah- type.â
Another smack!
Another squeezing inch of his pierced tongue trying to fuck into your entrance, heâs impatient. Heâs throbbing in his pants with every tiny clench of your gooey insides, âGot buffer, too- cooler.â
âOh myâŚgod- your tongue, itâs- hck! going in-â Crying out through whines.
âWrote so many songs for you, my starââ Heâs drawling out, and you can feel the scorching breeze of his hot breath. The way that Gojoâs parting his lips even wider to let his tongue glue against your cunt, grinding all the way inside- âWell- heh- not for her, butâŚâ
Youâre still hypnotized by the sensual massage of his ridged taste buds rubbinâ across the front of your dripping pussy.Â
So much so that the lecherous sluuuurpâ! drawn out into the claggy air almost shocks you. Your cuntâs letting off the most sexual noises once Gojoâs dragging up a hand to tease your wet clit. â-but Iâll write a song for her as well.â
His metal rings are just sparkling with coats of slick, and your best friend doesnât waste even a second latching onto your sensitive nub. Dexterous fingers drawing cute circles over and over that have your hips lurching off of the sofa-Â
âPlease- ngh- pleeease-â Your head throws backwards, legs already starting to quake at the utter pressure of having his fingers on your clit. Tongue inside your pussy.Â
So lengthy that the slimy tip of it mazes between your walls, and Gojoâs purposefully stirrinâ around your insides with the icy edge of his piercing. Chin rubbing all red with friction as heâs leaning in even closer to dig the muscle of his tongue into your sweetest spots, âYeah- yeah nâ Iâll have her sing-â Another hand this time, another finger - pushinâ deeply inside you. And the syrupy sound is enough to make him close in on the side of the couch and rut- â-leadâŚh-heh.â
And if you thought being fucked into the cushy surface by Gojoâs tongue was making your head spin, then youâre being driven positively mad by the wild lashes of his fingertips.Â
Two ringed fingers fighting for space right along with his sticky tongue, Gojo glues the thick crowns of his digits to the top of your g-spot and watches as you shrill. âAll the reading paid off, hmmâ?â
âY-you read about this?â Youâre blinking through your tears, mouth dangling open once heâs pulling back. All the way to the rotund tips of his fingers- and slamming right down to press on your favorite nerves like a button. âFuck- fuck fuck fuck- just for- for me?â
âYou donât know what Iâd do for you, my star.â And it would sound sweet coming from your usual best friend.Â
But Gojo right now looked feral - pale eyes half-lidded, hair unruly, light make-up replaced by slimy oodles of your slick. Worn like a badge of honor, heâs gnawing down on your outer pussy, voice turning into something breathy. Octaves higher. âNoooo fucking idea what Iâd do.â
Gripping onto the dampening covers of the sofa, youâre bucking animalistically like you donât know whether you want to pull away or grind back down for more, more, more. Yelping, âT-Toru-!â
âNo- no no no- come back.â Gojo panics, beefy arms wrapped enough around your body to haaaul you backwards.Â
And when that wasnât far enough, Gojoâs lust-fogged mind tugs off the blindfold still looped âround his neck. Tightly restraining one over your thigh and manhandling you deeper onto his face-
âSh-shiiit, Satoruââ
âFuck- havenât had anything so sweet- so addictive, my star.â Heâs murmuring into your pussy, knuckles getting sloppier with all the spanks against the front of your cunt. Tongue lurching in nâ out until his jaw was sore and raw with all the movement- but heâs still rummaging his muscle along your insides.Â
Gojoâs eating you out like a man lacking a proper meal for eons, and you swear you could feel the way his Adamâs apple bob with each heavy gulp of your saccharine slick. âNâ now I donât think I can- haaaah- live without your sweet pussy on my face, sweetheart.â
The furniture creaks with every bump of his ravenous hips against the sofa, because Gojo didnât even want to spare a single handle to jerk himself off.
Not when he could target the throbbing nub of your clit, rolling over it until the harsh pleasure makes you squeeeal. âDonât have to- donât- ngh-â
âDâyou think so?â That overeager thumb latched to your clit does a quick circular motion that renders your mouth drier than the Sahara. Swooping. Pressing down. âReally really th-think I can?â
âYes- fuck- yes-â Whining, back arching into such a perfect curve. âJust make me cum, Satoru-â
âYes, maâam.â Gojo huffs out a cloud of breath, long lashes fluttering. The rapid thump-thump-thumps of his two fingers burrowing into your g-spot hasten, âBut only if you mmmmâ say my name.â
âSatoru.â
âLouder?â
âSatoru.â
With your wailing tone knocking off each corner of the wall, itâs like heâs rattling off all the unspeakable dreams heâs had of you. âThennnâ spit in my mouth?â
Almost like heâs testing it out- and youâre snapping your head over your shoulder. Not knowing whether to give him a piece of whateverâs left of your mind, or whether you would spit in his mouth.Â
But you didnât need to wrack your pretty brain over it any time soon.
Because Gojoâs shaking his bleary head, âHmm- guess you already have, though- heh.â Partially-closed eyes locked onto your agape cunt every time youâre suckinâ his tongue in- and itâs only then that you realize heâs talking to your pussy.Â
Letting your pussy spit out wads of juices that slip nâ slide down his throat, that get fucked back in by his relentless mouth.
Your hands grip the couch, âS-stop teasingâ please, mâso close.â
âAnd then finallyââ The tender edges of his fingers scrape your sweet spots in that strangely swooping motion that makes your toes curl restlessly. Dragging it oooon with his lilted bass, â-spell this out, my star?â
Your thighs twitch, the semicircles heâs drawinâ on your g-spot taking the formation of an âSâ. Then an âAâ-
âSa-sa-â
âYou got it. You got it, sweetheart.â
With the probinâ deepness of his fingers, heâs flicking his fingertips until your vision flashes white. âTâ, your favorite dragged-out âOâ that makes his pierced tongue swoop in tiny circles, too. âSato-âÂ
You knew where this was going. Faster. Harder.
You knew, and yet, youâre still letting him finish off a soppy âRâ and âUâ - branded in big capital letters from the gooey, heated insides of your pussy until youâre finishing off, too. âSatoru- Satoru. Mâcumming, oh fuck, mâcummingâŚngh.â
With a slight, stiled sob, youâre being run over by your high - just in time for Gojo to twist the orbed piercing on his tongue over in a S-A-T-O-R-U as well. Sloppily salivating down the sides of your slit, your thighs trickle with every ounce of sap youâre spraying out.Â
Whimpering, deep into the cavern of his mouth- âSh-shit-â Gojoâs hissing in that airy tone of his, feeling hot wetness seeping into his pants the very second youâre cumming - he is, too.Â
And yet, the only thing he can think about is dragging out your high.Â
To strike the bruised nâ battered areas of your walls until your thighs are shaking with every peak of your orgasm, mouth slobbering everywhere and anywhere.
From the pearly spatters of slick sheening your legs, to the pulsing top of your clit. Fucking and fucking your quivering entrance until your body feels all raw and sizzling. Every thrust of his fat, velvety tongue makes your pupils whirl stupidly in the whites of your eyes. âSh-shit- nghhh- shit.â
And it takes him such a long time to let go of you - especially when heâs this drunk on your pussy.Â
Pulling back with a final push of his piercing on top of your clit, and the loudest squeeelchâ!
âH-heheh.â Gojo whispers against your pussy and you mewl, falling onto your elbows over the cushions of the sofa.Â
Wearily, you look over your shoulder to take a good, solid look at him - only to feel your heart stutter at the utter grin on his face. Dopey. Glittered with slick. It beads down your best friendâs sharp jawline as he speaks, âReplaced my lipgloss- heh.â He cocks his head to the side, sapphire eyes fluttering priggishly. âDid I ever tell you that was my first time? Been savinâ myself for you, my starâŚâ
Your mouth drops open at his words.
Oh.
Oh.
You werenât making it out of this alive.Â
Within a few bats of your teary lashes, Gojo has you pushed onto your back on top of the springy cushions. His towering form hovering over you-
Pinkish tongue snagging at the end of one glistening lip, âYou should knowâŚIâve never done this before either.â He shivers, top layers shrugged off into a pile, golden clasps of his pants unbuttonedâpop! pop! pop!
With your stringy panties pulled out of his trousers, nâ the rest pushed down until heâd sexily bare in front of you. You canât tear your widened eyes away as Gojo wraps your underwear âround his thick, bulging cock and jerks.
And fuck- did it make your mouth water.
Oh, fuck.
Because Gojo was just so big - in every sense.
From the width of his towering shoulders, all chiseled with bouncy pecs. To the way he was so ripped with lean muscle that you couldnât stop imagining how itâd feel to have them pressed down against you.Â
A feverish blush drifts down the back of his neck, alllll the way down between his pale happy trail. And right up to the fat, pinkened globe of his cock - all heavy and long. So, so long that it had your thighs squeezing in both fear and anticipation.Â
You breathe, âY-youâre soâŚâ
Gojo gnaws down on his bottom lip with a moan, âMm- yeah, tell me, sweetheart.â Vein-covered fist flying up and down his shaft, the rub of your panties was just so delicious that heâs splurging out a thick wad of precum straight down your slit. âTell me- tell me.â
âSo big.â Youâre wondering where he even hid something like that.
Making such a mess.Â
And heâs made a mess before too - cumming in his pants just from eating you out. So your cunt was being soaked with a few wires of his ivory sap.Â
Being pushed in the very second Gojo slouches over your body and slaps his thick mushroom tip between your pussylips. Rutting his sloppy hips without even realizing-
âYou donât think itâs weird, my star?â Head hunched, white bangs covering his eyesight. The tone in his voice is thick with something primal, âHow I was- haaaah-â And so was his cadence, sandwiching between your soppy folds back nâ forth back nâ forth. â-fisting my cock to the thought of my ngh- pretty lilâ best friend for yeeeears?â
Dragging it out.Â
Just aaaaaching with a particularly sensual slide of his vein-covered shaft down your cunt, âJust aaaaching.â The knobbled top of his length slips against your oversaturated pussy and plugs up your hole. Hitting it with a damp plop! âFor one taste- for anything.â
Your hands claw up to the tufts of his soft hair, pulling and it makes his cock twitch. âWant it in. Please, Satoru?âÂ
âA-are you sure I- hah-â And fuck- his eyes gape as he looks down between your cute, shivering legs. Marvelling at the sheer size difference between the plump girth of his cockhead, and your tight hole. âIf itâs too much, I can just put the tip- oh, fuck.â
But you were impatient, and youâre wrapping your legs âround his toned waist to tug him closer. Deeper. Inside.Â
To feel the tender underside of his length scrape your walls, each nâ every zig-zagged vein snaking inside your cunt. Gojo was just so big that your vision flashes black and white with just a few inches stuffed-
âI take it back.â He gasps. He heaves - pants so labored that it was like heâd given up on catching his breath. Trying to hold his head up - failing.Â
âTake- oh, youâre so big- take what back?â
And the only thing Gojo can do is grab both sides of your waist and use the lecherous leverage to pull and pull you further down his rock-hard shaft. Straining out, his thumb cranes over to push inside a gluey wad of cum. âI t-taaake it back. Just the tip- n-never-â Just one singular taste of your sopping wet pussy on his cock and his voice cracks. â-never gonna be just the tip, my star.â
Heâs so untouched, biting down furiously on his lower lip.Â
Biting down furiously on your sodden panties just as soon as he remembers theyâre still in his hands, muffling every whimpering wail that threatens to leave his maw.Â
âNgh- ngh- what the f-fuck.â Gojoâs ripping from the back of his throat, head falling backwards to bare his attractive throat as he slips deeper in. Fighting against that snug resistance with a few good half-thrusts, not even able to pull out properly. To even move. âIt can feel this good?âÂ
And through your half-closed eyes youâre making out the fact that heâs pinching himself with a free hand. âOr mâI just in heaven?â
You feel his big, bulbous tip swab near your g-spot and start to mewl- âMmmâ and what if you are?â
âDonât even wanna know if sâreal.â Strings of saliva stick to Gojoâs lips as he babbles, still lathered in a layer of your pussy juices from before. And his mouth only waters even more when heâs feeling your hot insides clench around him, âDonât need to know anything else- ngh.â
Every syllable is punctuated by an almost vulgar rut.Â
Youâre screaming as heâs bullying his slimy, pre-glazed tip inside. Letting the rotund crown of his cock pry apart your cute walls, harder. Deeper.Â
Gojo smears your pussylips further open with one of his thumbs, letting just the top part of his digit fit into your entrance. Just so that he can fit his cock in fully.Â
âP-please fit.â Muttering underneath his breath, teeth clenching tight on your panties. Looking up at you ferally through his lashes, âPlease- please, didnât wait s-so fucking long for you not to take it, my star. For this pretty pussy to be left unsatisfied.â
Your nails dig into his back, âFuck- please- oh my god.â
âIt has to fit-âÂ
âWill it?â
âYes- yes, youâre gonna take it alll, my girl.âFucking you furiously, sloppily. No rhythm or rhyme - or even sanity in each of his jagged strikes aiming for the very bottom of your pussy, âHas to it has to it- fuck! It has to-â
And when it does - when it finally, finally does - Gojo Satoru is left gaping, your underwear now dropping from his mouth and cleanly onto the floor. Speechless.Â
Shit, if he hadnât cum just minutes prior then heâd be creaming himself all over again.
Blinking once, twice down wordlessly at the sultry vision of your bloated pussylips kissinâ his pelvis. Bottomed-out until his cock was swallowed all the way up until those tufts of white at his base-
And then it all happens at once.
In a singular split-second, Gojo has your legs thrown over his shoulder, your knees pushed all the way down to your tits. Striking your spongy cervix with a dull thud of his weepy cocktip, before heâs reeling out halfway and doing it all over again.
And again.
And again and again and again-
Youâre just shrillingâ âToru- hck!â Feeling your weary throat clog up with so many sobs nâ whines every time his globular head was piercing your cunt, pushinâ all the way into your womb. âToru Toru Toru-â
âMâon vocal rest after this, yâknow?â He blurts, seemingly out-of-the-blue.Â
That is, until Gojo stares down at you with such a heady grin, leaned down just close enough that his hot respiration wafts the shell of your ear. And his tongue lurches out to lick up the drooling spittle leaking from each side of your mouth, âSo you hafta scream twice as loud fâme, my star.â
Slamming the lines of his chiseled hips against yours, Gojoâs shaft was oh-so-veiny enough that youâre feeling your mind melt at the constant massage of your g-spot. âLike that- nghhh please-â
âLike- like this?â And itâs so difficult to remember that this was still Gojoâs first timeâ especially when he roams a palm over your tummy to feel for a particular bulging outline and press.
Carnally caressing the cylindrical bump that he was pounding into you, branding the fatness of his length right against your girth. âShit- you really took it all.â Heâs in awe at the feeling of his rotund cockhead pokinâ your very womb, âYou wanna be fucked like hngh- this, donât you? Want it hard? Fast?â
He was speaking utter filth, but his cadence was even filthier.Â
Shivering hand pushing down on your stomach, the other slithering between your sheeny legs to toy with your neglected clit.Â
âYour legs are shivering, my star- mâin trouble.â He arches his sculpted back to pick up the ruthless pace, throbbing cock stirrinâ within you to bash constantly straight into your g-spot. âS-sooooo much trouble.â
âMore- ngh! Satoru, more-â Youâre crying out through wobbly lips, âWant it even harder.â
âFuck-â Hissing underneath his breath, Gojoâs doughy fingertips speedily smack your slope. Making your legs grow all numb, âFuck fuck fuck fuck- then ngh- yeah, open those pretty legs and take this fat fucking cock-â
With a few more strokes heâs holding onto your throat, pinning you down so that Gojo can scratch the rough texture of his happy trail down your clit until you cry. âThis fat- haaah- fuckinâ- cock-â
Youâre so dumbified by the size and sheer pleasure that you can only repeat after him, stupidly. âFat- ngh- fuckinâ...â
A velvety tongue drags over your salty beads of tears, âAtta girlââ Grindinâ the circumference of his thick cock against your g-spot, Gojoâs biting down on your earlobe just to hear the way you sing. âLouder.â The dangly metal of his earrings are frosty against your own clammy face, sensual. âLouder- let them hear, let them know.â
Uncertainly, your eyes drift over to where the door of the dressing room was innocently positioned. Notably closed. Notably locked.
But your moans were reaching a fever point at the rough bludgeons of Gojoâs cock, the way he was swervinâ his hips juuuust right to snag your sweetest spots.Â
All those years of dancing helped him expertly target long glides down your g-spot. Leaving a trail of wet mucus from that particular bundle of nerves, nâ straight down-down-dooown to your cute cervix. âLet them all see-â
âS-see?â Youâre gasping out in disbelief.Â
With what almost sounds to you like a growl, âMhm- yeah, fuck!â Gojo spanks his hips hard enough against yours that the impact leaves his v-line reddening, the papping sound echoing within the dressing room. âYou think I wouldnât fuck you in front of every nosy lilâ camera out there?â
You donât even know what to say - what to do.
The only thing your pathetic body is capable of doing is gyratinâ back down to meet his tempo. Letting your limp legs tighten over his shoulders, âY-you would?â
âOh, my sweetheartââ Gojoâs crooning, snowy brows scrunching together. Giving your treacly cunt yet another hard jackhammer, âIf this pussy wasnât mine and mine alone, then that door wouldnât even be- hah- locked right now.â
And he was drilling into you like he meant it - like he was furious with himself for holding out this long on the heaven of your sweet, sweet pussy.
Wailing, your eyes crossing at the sheer pleasure.
Now that heâd slurped up one sip, he was eager for the next- and before you know it, the blindfold thatâd been dangling on your thigh was suddenly coiling âround your ankles. âYouâre not getting out of this- oh.â Gojoâs beefy biceps flex as heâs tying your legs behind his neck, all for him to pull back onââGonna- gonna fill you up so we hafta be- ngh- prepared.â
Your salivatinâ chin hits the front of your chest and you whine, âPlease- please make me cum, mm-â
âYeah? Gonna make you cum- hah-â Gojoâs mouth hangs ajar, blush so rosy. He feels your goopy walls tighten on reflex and that makes his hardened cock twitch, âThen- then mâgonna fuck you through that.â
Strike after strike.Â
His swollen lips lean down to suckle on one of your fingers - your left handâs ring finger, to be precise. âThen mâgonna put a ngh- ring on it. Gonna- gonna I swear-â
Push after push.
âToruââ Your tits jut up as youâre bowing your back off of the drenched sofa, â-not gonna- gonna- fuck!â
You donât even have the privilege of letting that sentence finish before your orgasm takes you over, thrumming white-hot zaps of pleasure through your veins. Your teeth set on edge at how utterly good it feels to have Gojoâs fattened cock swabbing your tight hole through every peak, âOh my god- oh my- fuuuuuck, thereâs jusâ so much, Toru.â
Toes curled, mouth unfastened.
Pinching your clit until youâre squeeealing- âSo- so much.â Heâs echoing in a whisper, crushing you tight to him once Gojoâs finishing off, too.Â
Abs plastered against your front until you memorize each ridge, his pecs smooth nâ plump against your tits. Your best friend just looked so pretty with his pearly whites grit in a snarl, brows knitted as heâs pumping you with cum until you overspilled.Â
With thick, seedy knots of cum that blanketed your pussy - his pointed cockhead nudges every droplet inside until you can feel your walls stretch with the utter size.Â
Thighs shaking with your release, his mess sploshing around inside of you. Your vision was still completely hazy- âFuck- fuck, Satoru.â
And itâs like the sound of his name plummeting from your mouth sends shockwaves down his spine.
Because Gojoâs staring at you - mushroomy tip still leaky, still slidinâ through the sappy puddle heâs formulating at your cervix. For a good few seconds, maybe even minutes until heâs chucklingââGod, they could see right through me. Everyone could.â
More to himself.
Although those next words were entirely for you.Â
âI love you.â Gojoâs pale lashes flutter, almost shyly, and youâre speechless at the fact that he was still fucking you. In slow, aching grinds that have him fucking his cum deeper nâ deeper inside you. âIâve always loved you, my star.â
Your heart quivers, and you canât help but reach a hand out to run through the sweaty valleys of his locks. Smile dazzling - something he could write songs, ballads, sonnets about some day. But for now it only makes his azure eyes wet, âAnd I love you, my Toru.â
Something weeps out of Gojo that sounds like a husky, drawn-out groanâ and you can feel his thick tip twitch inside of you with a few more beaded dollops of seed.
Cumming for the nth time tonight until all his heavy balls could let out was misty white, just from hearing that you loved him back.
And for once itâs silence.
Calm, warm silenceâ that is, until Gojoâs pulling his ravaged, red cock just far enough that your cunt lets off the soppiest wet sluuuurp!Â
Youâre gasping, still feeling the rush of your high make your head whirl. Thighs clenching around his broad deltoids automatically, âSatoru- wh-what are you-â
âOh, wellâŚâ Long, pale hands reach for the pile of fabric on the floor - your boyfriendâs pants. And Gojo has the sleaziest grin on his face as heâs digging his fingers into the depths of his pockets, promptly pulling out a lengthy line of condom foils. One heâd packed just in case, just for you.
Youâre mentally counting about twenty before heâs letting his proud stack drop right down to your front. âYou didnât think we were done, right, my sweetheart?â
Oh, fuck.
Neither of you are making it out of this alive.
.
.
.
âThereâs the wall of perfume, my books- especially songwriting books. And these clothes and, yeah, thatâs really it for my roomâŚâ Gojo kicks away the pile of his Digimon socks on the ground with the subtlety of a sledgehammer.Â
Something he was sure the cameraman intruding his dorm room would capture, and yet still edit to make something cute out of it anyway.Â
Ah- such was the life of an ever-popular idol.
And here he was, up bright and early in the morning to let some variety show stomp all through the Six Eyesâ penthouse as a sort of âhouse tour.â Well, sure he knew that this was bound to be a hit with the fans that probed into his life, but was it really necessary to not even give the man a heads-up?
Plastering on his most polished smile, he nods politely as the camera records a few more details. The hosts cooing over each little thing - all those fan letters he kept, a pretty crayon drawing of a blue star from years ago, and the-
âEh?â
âEh?â
âEh?â Getoâs poking his head in, grin already plastered just in case there was to be some sort of chaos upheaved in Gojoâs room. And why wouldnât there be?
Gojoâs following both hostsâ lines of vision, all the way down to his bed, âEh?â Was it not made properly? Was it an offense to have sheets of his own boyband at this day and his age? Or was- âOh.â
And then Gojo sees it - that.Â
The familiar, gauzy fabric of your panties that heâd stolen all those nights ago. Hidden neatly underneath the puff of his pillows - well, almost hidden.
Because obviously it was exceptionally still in the bedroom right now- fuck, even Geto had gone quiet from his station near the door, realizing what it was. Attracting the attention of two very curious other members that were currently fighting to get a glimpse-
One of the hosts clears her throat, âUm- Mister Gojo, is thatâŚâ Eyes dazzling at the possibility of a scoop this big - all in their almost-family-friendly home-touring show. âIs it possible thereâs a lady in your life the fans and world may want to know about? Is this that very same best friend everyone says you pine over?â
And the other host cackles, âWell, they certainly donât seem to be your size, boy. And ones so skimpy- oho, kids these days.âÂ
Unabashedly pushing a mic into his face, âAnything to say for yourself?â
âAh-â Gojo coughs out, jumping once the cameraman immediately swivels his lens towards him for his response. âAha, well- you see-â
Gojo looks at Geto.
ââŚâ
At Haibara.
ââŚâ
At Nanami.
ââŚFucking idiot.â
And finally at the camera itself- âCut the cameras. Deadass.â
Yaga might have bribed the network to never air that particular episode, and Dispatch might have done their best to leak it, anyway.
Right along with a few grainy paparazzi shots of figures that looked undeniably like you two. Hand-in-hand, suspicious blemishes on both your necks, wandering down the sidewalks of Han River.Â
And if Yaga was having a tough PR day with just that then it wouldâve been too merciful of the universe. Because how could you discount the fact that Gojo Satoru, notorious dodger of paparazzi questions, had proudly held up your joined hands and exclaimed at a few buzzing reportersââFuck yeah- my girlfriend now, suckers!â
No resignation letter would ever be enough.
@sunflowerboy: let it be known that I always believed in Gojo-san!!
@eathaibara replying to @sunflowerboy: we bow before you great sunflowerboy (the only one to believe in toruâs loser rizz)
@torutoaster: i luv how #go(jo)outthefriendzone is trending worldwide- LOSER RIZZ ALWAYS WINSÂ
@fiendingforsixeyes: HE DID IT?? MY BOY ACTUALLY DID IT??
@mahitoe: tch whatever
@zbstan replying to @mahitoe: womp womp
@sunflowerboy replying to @mahitoe: LMFAOOOO SUCK IT YOU LOSER HATER FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK-
@eathaibara replying to @sunflowerboy: omg sunflowerboy??
@sunflowerboy replying to @eathaibara: sorry got a little excited^^
@sugu-rizzed: I just know pr is SCRAMBLING rn but not as much as my boy scrambled to get that cookie.
@satorusxkitten: bi panic is wanting both of them!!
@ge.akuge: idk what she sees in him it must be the wigs
@CandyKento: the âmy starâ, isacs, the awards speech, the PANTIES?? gojo satoru it was always meant to be idk what to tell ya. now get married
@Fushidaddy107: I still think sheâd be better with me smh.
@officialgojosatoru replying to @Fushidaddy107: Blocked.
A/N. This was SOOO self-indulgent omg- ALSO DADDY TONYâS BAAAACK!!
Synopsis. Five times that Ryomen Sukuna - most desired man on campus, frat boy extraordinaire, your longtime FWB - would rather sIeep with you than tell you how he feels. And the one time he finally, finally does both.
Pairing. Ryomen Sukuna x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, frat boy!FWB!Sukuna, 5 + 1 things, FWB-to-Iovers, accidentally falling for your FWB, no strings attached, slightly toxic, pIayer!Sukuna, Kunaâs MEAN, denial, distractions, emotionaIIy stunted Kuna, jealousy, hurt + comfort, YEARNING, Choso cameo, Sukuna with tattoos, college wrestler!Sukuna, manhandIing, oraI (fem. rec), p talking, p sIapping, spĂtting, pĂşssydrĂşnk Sukuna, spelling, overstĂm, HEADLOCKS, rough s, tummy buIges, talking you through it, running from it, chokĂng, DĂMBlFlCATION, dirty taIk, creampĂes, cĂşmpIay, slight brĂŠeding, confessions, HAPPY ENDING, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 16.9k
A/N. Officially my longest fic hehehe- inspired by all the frat!Kuna edits Iâve been seeing on my FYP, bIess all editors.
âYouâre obsessed with me.â
Sukuna grins. âOther way âround, mama.â He takes his long, languid time swirling around the liquid in his red Solo cup. It was some cheap bottle their new pledges had snagged, and it burned down his throat.
The aftermath was in the way the man stumbles just a little closer towards you. He catches himself with a tattooed hand pressed on the wall above your head. Abs against your core. Caging you. âOther. Way. âRound.â
Youâre jutting your chin up in challenge, âIt isnât.â
He hums, âIsnât it?â
âAnd what makes you so sure of yourself, Ryo?â
He shivers at the sound of your pretty voice. He could almost taste the cherry punch in it, and something about that made him tighten in his pantsâŚâMaybe itâs the drinks talking, but I just know.â Sukuna leans in so close that there was barely a centimeter between you both, between your lips. âAnd I also know you want me, girlie. Bad.â
Even with your highest heels on, the pink-haired leader of Curses Epsilon (Curses Îľ, the most sought-after fraternity on campus) seemed to loom above you. Crimson eyes narrowed. Smile predatory. Signature black t-shirt tight.
He always had caught your eye, you had to admit.
Câmon, it was impossible for him not to: a few heads taller than most of the student body, more sculptured, more attractive. Youâd heard a rumor that he did modelling down in Shibuya sometimes and you didnât doubt it. He walked around this very university like he owned it. He probably did.
Sukuna pushes back his cotton-candy locks, and youâre seeing the roots of reddish brown where his undercut was.
The shade was so at odds with the utterly devilish look those tattoos gave him. Even now you could see the ink peaking out at his wrists, his collarbones, his nose bridge. They snaked all over his body. Sensual. And when he slowly dips his head down to kiss the underside of your jaw, you start to wonder just how far those patterns wentâŚ
âOh.â You gasp, grabbing onto his well-built shoulders.
They flex through his thin t-shirt when heâs leaning even closer, and youâre suddenly remembering that he was here on a scholarship for wrestling. The infamous leader of his weight class on your university team. The King of the Court. At least that explained his irresistible build - you wonder whether he was a semi heavyweight? A heavyweight? Did they even have those?
You couldnât think.
Youâre tipping your neck further to the side, and from the edges of your peripheral vision you see the way that Sukuna raises one pink brow- before draaaaagging a line of soft kisses down the side of your throat. Filthy. Fleeting.Â
Youâve seen that look on him before - itâs the one heâd shoot at admirers that dared to stare too long. That sort of âif you want it come and get itâ look. That sort of challenge. Prowling through campus corridors that seemed to shrink whenever his figure waded through, sports bag slung over his shoulder, hair still wet from his shower, you could expect the sports superstar to throw at least ten at a time.Â
Though you couldnât really blame them! You suspected that about half the student body - and perhaps even some professors - held a burning fire for Ryomen Sukuna, and the other half simply wouldnât admit to it.
And just as long as his list of admirers was his roster.
Or so the whispers claimedâŚâHis latest catch is actually the mother of-â âThey say he has five girls at once and they know about it but stay-â âHe swings both ways so what Iâd give for a chance-â âHis longest relationship was two days and thatâs because they begged him-â âStay away.â âStay away.â âStay away.â
Stay away.
You didnât have to be told that to know.Â
It was an unspoken rule on campus, the lay of the land.
Quite the dichotomy, wasnât it? Stay away from Ryomen Sukuna, unless heâs the one that approaches you first and then itâll be like your wildest fever dream, your wettest, and when he finally leaves- well, werenât you told to stay away?
Thatâs the way things were. And all any heartbroken ex-companion would get is a few soothing words by the very same people who would turn around and make an example out of you.
âDidnât you see what happened to so and soâŚ? Stay away.â
He was like a guilty pleasure that most people knew better of, knew would become an addiction. However, still indulged in anyway.
And so here you were. Cooped up in some dimly-lit frat party, cramped until every breath felt like it was singed with the copious amounts of alcohol around you, surrounded by booming beats and bellowing boys. In nothing but the most sinful dress youâd stowed away for a night just like this. Though you had to give yourself some credit- you didnât wear this just for Sukuna, thatâd only happened to be a happy accident!
In fact, you hadnât even been expecting to meet him here.
Sure, it was the fraternity that he was the leader of, but Sukuna was always quite theâŚbusy man. To put it lightly.
Noâwhen your friends had urged you into this very party, youâd worn it with the thought of another man in mind. None other than your two-timing, two-toned, two-inched ex Zenin Naoya.
Your relationship was never meant for a happy marriage with two kids and a house that had a picket fence, but the straw that surely broke the camelâs back was about a week ago when youâd sneakily scrolled through his social media likes. And say whatever you want about privacy, but the multiple other girls he was entertaining and the deplorable podcasts about women heâd been secretly listening to let you say whatever you wanted.
And your first words to Naoya afterwards had been that you wanted to break up. Your second had been cussing him out.
Which was why, when Utahime had told you that heâd be attending (likely to try and pick up another poor girl), youâd immediately rifled through your closet for this skimpy dress you knew heâd hate. And still jerk off to later.
Speaking ofâŚhow ironic was it that youâd run from one red flag and straight into the arms of another.
The thought mulls lazily in your brain, before itâs quickly overtaken by the feeling of Sukuna resting his hands just over the small of your back. Something stirs carnally at the pit of your stomach, and you donât think youâve felt this way for a long time - not even when you were still with your ex.Â
âProve it.â You blurt out before you can stop yourself.
He stops, raising those brows of his again.
And you donât hesitate a single second before looping both arms around Sukunaâs neck and bringing him closer to you. And the hulking man lets you manhandle him as you please, lets your lips whisper just a breathâs distance away from his. In the distance you think you can hear a few gasps, feel a few stares. âProve that I want you. Badly.â
And Ryomen Sukunaâs realizing that he didnât need the alcohol, not really.
Not when he was already drunk on you.
His lips are on yours before you can say anything else.
Your first time meeting Ryomen Sukuna ended up with you pushed into the bedroom at his frat house and holding onto the headboard so that it wonât break against the wall. Bang-bang-bang. Heâd lifted your trembling hands off of them, eventually, and placed them between your legs to roll over your clit. You donât think he cared for a single sultry moment if any of his frat brothers happened to hear.
In fact, with the way that heâd been plunging his massive girth between your legs (the rumors really hadnât exaggerated!) youâd almost wondered if he wanted them to hear. You wouldnât be surprised.
Sukuna fucked hard, fast.
He made you stupid on his cock and chased his high like an absolute madman- though, thatâs not to say he was a selfish lover. Noâperhaps for his own ego, you were made to cum at least thrice on his fat, throbbing length.
And after the deed was done heâd rolled over to the side of the bed and tugged off the sticky condom. Discarding of it into the nearby trashcan, Sukuna rifled through his bedside cabinet for some wet wipes.Â
Ryomen Sukuna wasnât the type of after-sex cuddles and aftercare, youâd come to learn. As heâd handed them over to you gruffly, and flicked at his lighter to burn up a cigarette.
Taking a deeeep drag of it, he turns towards you and brings his lips so close that you think he might just kiss youâonly to puff out a smoky cloud in your face. âInhale.â You do as he says, and let the fumes burn your throat. The side of his lips were quirking up in a smirk, âMmm, good.â Sukuna gestures at his walk-in closet, one that youâd been eyeing for the sheer luxury of it when youâd first entered. âMight wanna find a t-shirt in there, your dress is a littleâŚâ
You looked at the sad heap of silky fabric on the carpet - torn now. âAnd whose fault is that?â
âHeh, just go get yourself a t-shirt, girlie.â Sukuna sits back on the headboard, and youâre appreciatively eyeing his half-naked figure. Prominent pecs. Ladder-like abs. Tattoos that stand out against his golden, tannish skin. Heâd tugged on a pair of black boxers by now that did nothing to hide the happy trail of dark pink hair that you had your nose pressed up to minute ago. âOr donât.â He looks at you with a sleazy smile- shit, heâd caught you staring. âI donât mind.â
âS-sure ya donât.â Youâre managing out, tight.
And almost robotically, you manage to pull yourself onto your wobbly legs and take one stepâSukuna chuckles to himself as you stumble.
With a glare thrown over your shoulder, you walk into his closet. About as large as your entire dorm. Rows upon rows. Shelves upon shelves. Clothes upon designer clothes that made you wonder just how loaded a future professional wrestler is.
There were brands on his shelves that you couldnât even recognize but knew were high-end simply from looking at their logo. Gawking, you flip past a few hangers - Versace, Burberry, Burberry, Gucci, Loro Piana, Dior, Dior, Dior, Dior-
Eventually, you simply give up to snatch the (hopefully) least expensive thing you could find: a wrestling hoodie with colorful logos on its front and âSukunaâ emblazoned across the back.Â
The fabric was oh-so-soft in your hands, made of pure cotton that tempted you to tug it on your body as soon as possible. Oh, youâre marveling at the way the ending hem of it reaches well past your torso, engulfing you like some sort of blanket. Experimentally, youâre pulling the hoodie flap over your head and giggling at the way it droops down all the way to your nose. Unable to help yourself, you tug the sleeves up to where your wrists were and press the pink fabric to your nose.
Strawberries.
What a smell for such a guy.
âFuck-â Youâre whispering into the fabric, slightly muffled. The rush you were feeling gets dampened down a bit as you remember where you are, âIâm getting way too ahead of myself.â
When youâre finally walking out of the closet, Sukuna was lounging on his king-sized bed and scrolling through his phone. You take a moment to admire him like this- his long limbs stretched across the mattress, hair still sex-ruffled, your nail marks prominent down his shoulders, hands hugging a pillow to his chest.
He looked as if he was carved by the heavens themselves. Though he fucked like the devil.
Heâs flicking his eyes casually your way, eyebrows slightly raising as he takes in your attire. âNice choice.â Sukuna hums, voice deep with sex. âDidnât think ya had it in you.â
And then heâs patting the empty side of the bed once more.
More, his eyes said. He wants you even more.
You almost instinctively take a step forwards before-
âActually-â You start, fighting to keep your words steady. You keep yourself rooted in front of his closet and fidget with your fingers. âBefore we do anything more, I wanted to make some things clear.â
âMn.â Heâs turning his phone off with a slight sigh, placing his hand atop his head.Â
Sukuna says nothing more, and you take it as a signal for you to continue. Taking a deep inhale, âI donât really do this one-night stand thing often- not that thereâs anything wrong with that!â Heartbeat quickening at the way his lazy smile grows, you donât know why he made you feel the need to explain yourself. âBut since weâre-â
âAnd who says weâre a one-night stand?â
Your heart does something funny with its tempo, âWh-what?â
He tilts his head as if analyzing you, almost feline with his movement. Sukunaâs pinkish tongue darts out to wet his lips, still sweet with the taste of your pussy. âWhat if I want two nights? Three? Four? Whatâre you gonna do then, girlie?â
âTh-then-â Youâre clenching your fistsâfuck, it made it so hard when he was looking at you like that. âThen youâd have to get tested.â
And thatâŚseems to make him pause.
âWhat?â
âThen youâd have to get tested, duh.â Youâre crossing your arms in front of your chest - oh, it was quite amusing to watch the Ryomen Sukuna scramble for words. And you canât help the spike of satisfaction, as he so-very-obviously didnât expect that. âAnd weâd have to set boundaries. And share schedules. And youâd have to tell me if you meet up with another one of your âfriendsâ so that we can get tested again.â
ââŚâ
ââŚâ
Without warning, he bursts out laughing. âThorough, arenât ya?âÂ
He wipes away a tear of mirth from the right side of his face and- câmon! You honestly didnât think it was that funny! Sure, you hadnât had anyâŚarrangements like this before but you couldnât have been too far off for the requirements?
âWhat are you-â But as you start to protest Sukuna only guffaws even louder.
âAlright, alright-â Heâs raising up a hand as if to tell you to stop before his (well-toned) sides start to split. Itâs only once you take a step back and huff nâ puff yourself into silence that the man finally starts to calm down. Looking down at his lap, âDamn- fuck, Iâve never had my boner killed so fast.â
âItâs just the requirements.â Youâre grumbling.
âGirl, I might as well cut off all my ah- âfriendsâ as you so-nicely put it and marry you.â Quite dramatic, but alright. You notice that he doesnât push back against your boundaries, however. Sukuna stares you down, eyes twinkling with something that you couldnât quite discern. âAnd what exactly would you like to call our little relationship then?â
âFriends-with-benefits, what else?â
âMm, I like it.â
âAnd nothing more- no marrying any time soon.â You shudder when you think of your last failed relationship.
Sukuna grins, âKeh- donât have to worry about that.â
.
.
.
âOkay-â Utahime slams! all one-thousand pages of Shokoâs anatomy textbook down on the cafeteria table, rattling your trays and making the surrounding students glance at your trio. Youâre watching as her glass of orange juice splashes precariously around the rim and inches one watery hand towards the pages of the book. â-spill.â
Youâre startling at her sudden interrogation, âWhat?â
And to your horror, even Shoko puts aside her medical notes to pay full attention to the commotion between her friends. Both of them staringâsquarely at you.
âYou heard me.â Utahime crosses her arms, âSomethingâs up with you these days- and we want to know what.â
Shoko nods, sighing the way she did whenever she was assigned a particularly difficult medical case to discern. âSudden glow about you- likely a mix of estrogen and dopamine boosts, slightly dazed look in your eyes, increased screen time, unconscious smiles, unexplained disappearances at odd times of night.â She taps her pen on her chin, âScience says you have a boyfriend.â
Utahime gasps, âAnd we havenât heard about it?â Throwing an arm around a deadpan Shoko, who says nothing when the other girl shakes her to and fro. âWe- we, your very best friends since freshman year, havenât heard about him.â
âSo who is it? Iâm curious.â Shoko probes.
âTell us or I cry-â
âItâs no one.â Youâre finally managing a choke out, to which youâre met with the most dramatic groans from both your friends. This time, theyâre loud enough to garner the attention of over half this section of the cafeteria- and in your peripheral vision, you swear you could feel the intensity of two crimson eyesâŚ
Your eyes flick to the side - and thereâs your first mistake.
Utahime gasps, kneeling on the bench to look over Shokoâs head. âHeâs there-â Above your frantic pleas for her to just settle down, âDonât lie, I saw your eyes move! Heâs there I just know it-â
You grab onto her dress and start tugging, âUta, for heavenâs sake just sit- down-â
âHmmm, the only ones there are Professor Yaga- no. Todo- no. That PhD student, Higuruma- maybe.â As her options dwindle, she sweeps her eyes. âIjichi- no, eugh. No offense, my dear, itâd just get so troubling to have to peg him all the time.â
You donât know whether to laugh or cry. âU-Utahime, oh my god!â Even Shoko simply lets it happen in amusement.
Until finally, her eyes waft over the group of fraternity brothers that sat tall amongst the rest of the students. She wrinkles her nose at them, âOne of the Curses Epsilon boys- no way, youâre smarter than that.â
They were such a boisterous bunch. Murmuring what were most likely innuendos with each other, clapping each other on the backs with guffaws. Almost handsomely stupid the way they kept looking to their pink-haired leader for approval. Occasionally, someone from a neighboring table would walk up to them in an attempt to talk to Sukuna - and the entire table would fall over themselves to erupt in wolf howls.Â
You were almost thankful for the way Utahime had given you the excuse to stare right at him. The way heâd wave off whichever newcomer, the way heâd roll his eyes at his friendsâ antics. Youâre realizing that his group was mostly composed of athletes, evidenced by the team jerseys and the trays upon trays of food were wolfing down.
Sukuna, noticeably, wasnât wearing his wrestling hoodie.
The thought makes something shift at the pit of your stomach.
âOh my god, itâs one of them-â Utahimeâs following your line of sight with something akin to horror, and even Shoko seems to be rapt with an attention that she didnât ever have in her classes.
Both of them had easily let their eyes slip past the boys, it seems. And itâs only once they saw your lingering gaze, only once they saw that familiar smile across your face, that theyâre realizing.
Widened eyes slipping back to the rambunctious table.
You snap your eyes to your purple-haired friend once you register her words, âN-no, wait-â
âYou stuttered!â She squeals, and you donât know whether itâs out of excitement at the gossip or sheer fear. She turns to Shoko, âShe stuttered, right? Iâm not dreaming? She stuttered?â
Shoko nods, âShe stuttered.â
Utahime whirls back to face you, âYou didnât even stutter when you told off that asshole Naoya- thank you for that recording by the way, it was quite the pleasure to listen to.â Shaking her head as if to make herself get back on topic, âEither way, are you or are you not dating one of the Curses Epsilon boys?â
âI amâŚâ You pause, â-not.â
They both groan at your response. Utahime even reaches over the table to shake you by the shoulders, âTell us- I can- tell- when- you- lie-â
âNo- no listen!â Youâre defending yourself, swatting away her grabby hands. âIâm really not dating one of them, promise! Itâs justâŚâ
Shoko asks, âJust?â
You sigh, there was no getting out of this now. âRemember that party we went to at their house a few weeks ago?â Continuing as they nod, your heartbeat starts to accelerate as you realize youâre getting to the meat of the story. âRight- and remember how I disappeared halfway through the night and told you that Akari dragged me off somewhere?â
Utahime gasps, âI have connected the dots.â
Shoko frowns, âYou havenât connected shit.â
âIâve connected them.â She replies, âI always assumed you ended up hooking up with someone that night and didnât think much of it. Now youâre telling me that it was one of them-â
âKeep your voice down!â You plead, âBut yes, it wasâŚand the thing is that one night turned into two, two turned into three.â Your skin starts to heat up as you remember just last night when youâd snuck out to be let in through the back door of Curses Epsilon. To be pressed onto all fours and ruthlessly ploughed into- âBut look, the point is that now weâre kindaâŚsortaâŚfriends-with benefits.â
They gasp in unison.
Utahimeâs all but standing on the bench once more, âWho is it-â
âWhose dick do I need to cut off.â And Shoko is, too.
You put your face into your hands with a groan as they start listing off names.
âNo.â
âChoso?â
âNo.â
âLarue?â
âNo.â
âKenjaku?â
âNo.â
âIt surely canât be fucking Sukuna-â Both of them look at you, look at the impression on your face. And they turn to each other with serious expressions, âSheâs fucking Sukuna.â
There was no use in telling them to keep their volumes down now - people turned their heads your way and started to whisper. You could only imagine what the rumor mill was conjuring up now. Hell, even Sukuna himself casually flicked his head your way in interest.
And you wished you could sink even deeper into your seat.
âDid you see that-â Utahime hisses.
âI saw.â Shoko replies.
And the purple-haired girl reaches over to clasp your hands, âHe was giving you that look- oh my god. He looked like he was about to eat you upââ And you think that Utahime is perhaps the only one whoâd look over and glare at Ryomen Sukuna the way she did just then, âYou know what they say about him, right?â
âIâm well aware.â You breeze off, âItâs nothing serious- just no-strings-attached fun, promise. I could break it off at any time and not feel a thing, and I know the same goes for him.â
Utahime scoffs, âYeah but itâs not like heâs seeing you that often, right?â A pause. âRight?â
âWellâŚâ
Youâd been saved in that very instance by a bzzzzâ! in your pocket: a text from the man of the conversation himself. And with a quick apology to your friends (you loved them, you really did, but you supposed that was enough interrogation for the day) and a glance at your calendar to make sure you didnât have any more classes for the dayâyou were racing out of the cafeteria.
Followed suspiciously closely by a certain pink-haired wrestling superstar.
You didnât quite care who saw what or thought what, because a few hours later found you back in your single dorm room.
Fucked stupid.
Sex still hung in the air.
You were sprawled out across your humble single bed, heaving as if youâd just ran a marathon. Head sinking into the pillows. Cunt all drooling with your splashinâ slick. Still reeling from the aftershocks of your multiple highs.
With Sukunaâs athletic stamina, however, he seemed to be barely affected. Taking a light drag of his cigarette (youâre sure the building had a no smoking policyâŚ), he looks over your dorm room with faint interest. Much smaller than his but also muchâŚcozier, you had to admit.
Lived in.
He takes in the polaroids of you and your friends, all the cutesy lights, the columns of books. Sukuna stares hard at one of the pictures above your headboardâit was one of you, Utahime, and Shoko after shotgunning a few beers. On the verge of throwing up.
âCute- the dorm, I mean. Sânice.â He says, blowing out a streamline of smoke at the photograph. âThis purple-haired one sâthe one that was screaminâ about us in the cafeteria today?â
âYou heard that?â You exclaim.
âGirl, the entire cafeteria and Gakuganjiâs senile ass heard yâall.â He rolls his eyes with a grin, âDunno whether youâre louder then orâŚâ Such a devilish, devilish grin. â-here.â
âShut up.â
âYou certainly didnât-â
âThey threatened to cut off your balls if you broke my heart, yâknow.â You donât quite know why youâre telling him - Sukuna was probably used to the threats of his love interests by this point. Youâre turning to your side and facing him, trying not to shiver at the way his eyes glide appreciatively down your exposed body. âNot that thereâs gonna be anything at stake to break.â
âOf course.â
âOf course.â
âAnd what if?â He asks you, to which you only look at him in confusion. Sukuna takes his sweet time puffinâ on his cigarette once more before satiating your curiosity, âWhat if I break your heart?â
You think about it for a little bit, âI wonât cut off your balls.â
âOh?â
âIâll cut off your entire dick and feed it to you myself.â
The cigarette falls from his hands and onto your carpeted floor- which Sukuna hastens to put out with an uncharacteristic yelp. You guessed wrestling scholarships didnât cover burnt-down dorm rooms, and you have to stifle a giggle at his actions.
âYou-â He pants out, finally looking up after picking the scorched nub between his fingers and throwing it into your trashcan. Almost glaring those rosy eyes down at you, âYou think youâre soooo funny, huh, mama?â
You chuckle, âI do.â
âWell, yer lucky youâre cute.â He grumbles to himself, at least- you think thatâs what he grumbles to himself. Because the moment youâre looking at Sukuna in slight surprise, he turns his head.
You see nothing but the sharp edge of his jawline, those high cheekbones, the tips of his ears that were flushed withâŚthe sex? Surely? Almost as if he knew what you were thinking, Sukuna brings a hand up to cover them under the pretense of scratching his sweaty undercut. âNever met anyone with this much fuckinâ audacity.â
You yelp, âH-hey!â
âHey yerself.â And then heâs heaving himself up and digging underneath your own fucking bed as if it was his. How strange, this familiarity. The two of you had only known each other for a few weeks (though you had to admit you had spent considerable hours together) and here Sukuna was rifling through your room like nothing - you just wasnât sure whether that was a him thing orâŚHeâs finally pulling outâ
âThat- thatâs my rose toy?!â
âYeah, letâs give âer a spin.â
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âI donât know, I donât know!â Itadori Jinâs voice echoed out from the other line, almost reaching a fever pitch in defensiveness.Â
Sukuna rolls his blush-red eyes, heâd been standing outside this godforsaken cafĂŠ on a call with his brother for what felt like hours now. With you inside and waiting. All warm. AllâŚfucked-outâanyway! The point was that you were inside all comfortable, and he was a hulking figure looming outside some frilly cafĂŠ grumbling profanities underneath his breath.Â
In his defense, it was after one of your âhangoutsâ, alright!Â
It was just another day with you. After heâd pumped deep into your lungs, Sukuna just-so-happened to hear your stomach rumble in hunger. And he was the one to have suggested taking a stroll down to the lilâ cafĂŠ down the block. It was packed with college students, and he didnât really care who saw - besides, bearing through the gaudy interior theme and re-play of music certainly not his taste was almost bearable for the pleasant surprise in your ears.
And the refueling, of course. The main reason he was taking you here was because (surprise, surprise!) a house full of college men didnât quite have the nutrition needed to last a few more rounds. And Ryomen Sukuna wasnât done with you just yet.
He just didnât expect to have been assaulted by a phone call from his older brother the very second heâd taken a step inside. And Sukuna had told you to find a seat for the two of you, deciding to take the call outside. He knew his brother wouldnât give up if he declined the call.
They always were alike, Sukuna and Jin.
Sure, maybe not in personality - Jin was always a bit of a goody-two-shoes, though he could hold his own in a fight. Sukuna was the one everyone said they had to watch out for.
The one that didnât get invited to birthday parties by fearful parents, the one picked last during team sports because they said heâd start a brawl, the one visited only by his brother and his father the first time heâd ended up in the ER after a fight, the one who only had those two to cheer at his wrestling matches. Only ever those two.
Whatever.Â
Same rosy hair.
Same features (for the most part, at least. Sukunaâs constant trips to the gym and the ER had resulted in him having a rather more rugged look than his twin).
Same stubbornness.
Theyâd ended up going to different universities, with Jin attaining a scholarship for marine biology a few hours away. Which meant that family functions werenât quite as frequent as they used to be, but he could still hear it in the manâs voice - that stubbornness.
It made the younger of the two brothers feel the heat creeping up on the back of his neck, slightly squirming as Jin admonished himââIâm just saying that you sound happier than usual-â
âJin.â
âAnd thatâs a good thing!â He could practically envision the bespectacled man throwing his hands in the air, trying to hold back his smile. âHell- Ryo, itâs a wonderful thing! You finally have someone making you happy! Youâve finally met someone special! You finally have someone in your life-â
âI donât have trouble getting around.â He grumbles, andâwell. Ryomen Sukuna isnât quite the type to explain himself, but with his brotherâŚ
âRyo.â
âAlright, alright!â Sukuna bursts out, and a mother nearby grabs her child by the hand and speedwalks away. âAlright, I havenât met up with anyone else! Iâve cut off all of my ah- friends, for lack of a better word.â He could hear the smug hum of his brother, âBut thatâs not because itâs special or anything, itâs just becauseâŚâ
Jin urges, âGo onâŚ?â
âBecause sâjust convenient, alright?â Heâs finally answering, âSâtoo much of a hassle to get fuckinâ tested after each one, so I might as well only have her in my life- ah wait, fuck, I didnât mean it like that-â
âI knew it.â Comes the squeal, âListen, Ryo, I just donât want your stubbornness to get in the way of something special-â
âAnd I donât want to hear yer voice- goodbye, old man.â
The ringing tone to denote that the call has ended is much more soothing than his brotherâs voice, he decides. And he takes a few deep breaths before tucking his phone back in his pocket- turning it on silent mode.
He turns around to step inside andâthere you are.
Dressed in that hoodie of his that heâd forgotten to take back from you. The air of someone thatâd just been properly fucked. Through the glass, he sees you staring at the other people outside. He strays his gaze himself to see what you see- youâre chuckling at that little boy who skips along the pavement, you gasp at the delivery driver with a stack of boxes who almost trips, you coo at the elderly couple walking their dog. Hand-in-hand.
Sukuna looks down at his own empty hands.
Scarred and calloused.Â
Before heâs reaching his dominant one upwards and pushing open the swinging cafĂŠ doors. You look up from the booth youâd chosen for yourselves as he enters, waving him in the right direction. It was one by the window, he notices, though in the very corner of the place as if youâd wanted to hide yourself away.
Perhaps hide the two of you away.
HmâŚSukuna thinks, rubbing at his chest. And thrusting both hands into his pockets, heâs sauntering right up to you.
Heâs not blind to the stares he garners from some of the other customers, and though any other time he might have thrown a stray wink or two - and honestly, nothing was stopping him now - he simply sides into the seat opposite you. âSorry âbout that, mama- emergency calls.â
âEmergency?â You raise your brows in amusement, peering at the man opposite you as if you were analyzing every inch of him. And he almost couldnât believe that just a few minutes ago, youâd been shaking and whining underneath him. âI donât know anyone named âEmergencyâ at our school.â
âGoes to another school.â He quips, knees bumping against yours as he stretches them out underneath the table. âDonât tell me youâre jealous, girlie~â
âWouldnât dream of it.â
In almost no time, the waitress is bounding up to your table and jotting down your orders. He orders his coffee black, no sugarâand you roll your eyes at him.Â
The older woman then coos down at the little interaction, âOh, you know weâve got a special offer just this week in honor of our upcoming fifth anniversary? 100% off on all desserts for couples!â Her eyes wrinkle beautifully at the edges, âWould you two perhaps beâŚâ
You open your mouth, âOh, weâre actually-â
âCompletely in love.â Sukuna interrupts you casually, his large hand settling over yours on top of the table. âMaddeningly. Weâll take one of everything for the lady and a strawberry shortcake for me, thanks.â
âOho, you two.â She chuckles, walking off. âAh, young love~â
You watch as she leavesâand snap your head towards Sukuna so fast that you think you may have gotten whiplash. âYou-â
âItâs for the offer, donât overthink it.â He lets go of your hand and crosses his arms. You almost miss the heat of it - was the air conditioning in this place too high? Youâre sinking your hands into the sleeves of your- his hoodie, and Sukunaâs slouching in his seat. âTake it home- all the desserts, share it with your friend or whatever. Itâs for you, anyway.â
âRight.â Youâre not quite sure what to say- âThank you?â
Itâs a rather long and awkward silence that follows.
You attempt to break it by grasping for some shred of conversation, âSo ah- is everything alright?â
He raises a pink brow in question.
And you donât know how he manages to do it - how he manages to make your veins bubble and bolt inside of you with just a single look. âThe ah- the call, I mean.â Youâre squirming in your seat at his half-lidded gaze, so intense. He always looked at you with this certain fire, whether in bed orâŚhere. âYou were just out there for so long, I hope it wasnât anything serious.â
He rests his chin on one hand and tilts his head, âNot worried about me, are you? If it was anything serious?â
âAnd if I was?â
âYou shouldnât.â
To which you furrow your brows in confusion, âWhat do you mean? Of course Iâd care if something bad happened to you.â
Sukuna only holds your gaze, his expression unreadable.
He reaches a hand down his chest - right over his heart - and lightly rubs that spot. Finally looking away from you, the frat leader answers. âNo- no, itâs nothing serious. Just aâŚfriend.â
âI see.â You still.
âYou said I could still have âfriendsâ, right?â He asks, a note in his voice that was imperceptible. Sukuna looks at you with a meaning that you didnât fully understand, and youâre realizing that the two of you had been leaning over the table for quite some time. âOr has that changed?â
It seems like an age before you break his eye contact, âNothing has changed.â
Sukuna leans back in his seat, âI see.â Thereâs silence between you both once he reaches into his pocket and starts scrolling absent-mindedly through his phone. âThen yeah- it was a friend that called. Iâll get tested afterwards though, donât you worry that pretty head of yours over it.â
âGood.â
A few more minutes of silence.
He canât bear it. âLemme eat you out in the bathroom as an appetizer before our food?â
âBe quick.â
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âTruth or dare! Truth or dare! Truth or dare!â Utahime chants, jovial words slurring into a nearly-incomprehensible mess as she claps her hands. Messily, sheâs pulling you and a few others into a haphazard circle on her bedroom floor.
All cooped up in a room that was decidedly not designed to hold this many people. The air dimmed with LED lights and cheap alcohol. Bass thumping throughout the bones of her apartment - it was a small get-together thatâd turned into a large get-together thatâd turned into friends of friends of friends both invited and uninvitedÂ
You swear youâd seen a few graduates sneak themselves onto the living-room-turned-dance-floor before you were being pulled into her room by your inebriated friend. One who, as the host, was deciding what the game of the night would be. âTruth or dare!âÂ
Pronouncing, more like.
Shoko rolls her eyes, âYour ability to turn into a twelve-year-old when youâre drunk both fascinates and abhors me.â
âJokes on you I donât know what that word means.â Utahime sticks her tongue out, to which most of the group giggles.Â
âBut seriously- are we twelve?â
âFineâŚâ Utahime grumbles, and clicks her fingers as if happening across a sudden epiphany. âDare or drink, then!â Sheâs peering towards Shoko with a smug smirk, âHowâs that for all adult and mature, hm?â
âThatâs almost worse.â
Youâre taking the opportunity to sweep a look at the (likely) players: some more of your friends, Ijichi, Haibara, Higuruma from the PhD students, a few sweet sorority girls, some strangers, one Curses Epsilon member-
Your eyes widen as you take in the long-haired manâChoso, you believe his name was.
He catches you staring and smiles at you shyly, an expression that you hope youâre returning without it looking too much like a shocked grimace.Â
Youâd seen this very man around Sukuna sometimes, and he seemed to be one of the quieter amongst the bunch. Below Sukuna in terms of rank, certainly, they seemed to have an almost brotherly relationship that stood out to you when you looked at the group. And, listen! Itâs not that you didnât realize a member of his fraternity could attend parties - in fact, Curses Epsilon was synonymous with parties.Â
So you should have expected this. So you should have been prepared for this.
But the fact that he was hereâŚa part of you couldnât help but wonder whether that meant Sukuna was here, tooâŚ
What that meant he was doingâŚ
WhoâŚ
Youâre startled out of your little reverie by a call of your name- and to your horror, youâre realizing that youâd been staring right at Choso. The man was squirming before you, his ears tinged just the slightest rosy shade.
Heart thundering at your throat, you look away and turn back to Utahime. Slightly breathless, âWh-what?â
âYouâre up first!âÂ
Sheâs pointing down at the carpeted floor, which had a glinting vodka bottle in the middle thatâd been spun, it seems. Its transparent circular nozzle stares you down in an almost-accusing way and makes you shift uncomfortablyâyou didnât even know that theyâd begun spinning bottles yet. And whoever was to fall victim to the end of its vermicular spine was the first up for their dares.
And it just-so-happened to be you.Â
You gape, âI-IâŚâ
âCâmon, câmon! You canât back out now-â Utahime taps her chin and pretends to think, âI dare you toââ
âFucking hellâŚâ You already know that this wasnât going to end up well for you.
And just as you expected, her eyes slide over to meet another pair of eyesâdark, doe-like eyes that had been fixated on you ever since youâd been fixated on them. Subconsciously or not. She smiles as she drinks in the sheer intensity that Choso had been staring at you with, âI dare you to make out with the person sitting opposite you for ten seconds.â
Your brows furrow, âSitting oppositeâŚâ Eyes lifting up to meetâhis. âOh.â
âOh.â Chosoâs pink lips part, the tips of his ears furiously red.
And thereâs a few seconds of silence- between you two, but not the drunken students that surround you two. They erupt into cheers and wolf whistles, ribbing at a quiet Choso Kamo to get on with it.Â
As you stare, stunned, he peeks up at you through his long lashes. âW-would you mind?â His quiet voice was almost inaudible.
âIâŚdonât.â You find yourself answering, mouth moving faster than your brain can compute.Â
And before you know it, youâre rising to your feet and making your way to the middle of the circle. Those dark eyes widen as you draw nearer- so different from the red ones that you were used to.
Something in your stomach clenches, and you feel a strange buzz zing! throughout your entire body. Youâre not sure whether you like it or not.
Choso himself starts to get closer to you, and your pulse quickens at his closing proximity. His eyes turn half-lidded as they flick to your lips and back up to your face, like he was making sure that you were okay with this. Tentative. AlmostâŚshy. Youâre admiring the tousled look of his hair, that tremble of his lips, and the way his eyeliner makes him look so soft.Â
You wanted to run. You wanted to kiss someone. You wanted to run. âI- I really donât.â
Choso kisses you.
For a beat. Two.
One of his ringed hands snake upwards to grip the column of your throat, and youâre parting your lips with a moan! Fuck, you were getting wet. Just in time for him to slip in his tongue and-
CRASH! THUD!
Youâre wincing at the rush of light that assaults your retinas, and as you slowly blink back your vision- you realize that there were tears in them. Because of what, youâre not too sure. But you chalk it up to the harshness of the light as your eyesight clears back up.
And then youâre seeingâoh, it couldnât have been a figment of your imagination.
Youâd never mistake that cotton-candy hair anywhere.
Sukuna was on Choso, with the other man sprawled out on the ground and the rugged wrestler on top of him. Chest heaving. Skin flushed. A vein throbbing at his neck. His entire body was rigid and honed for a fight that he knew he was going to win. He had one tattooed hand gripping the front of Chosoâs shirt, and the other pulled back mid-punch.
A punch that he was frozen in.
A punch that clearly hadnât landed yet.
From what youâre surmising of the situation, Sukuna had pulled the other man off of you by his collar. From what youâre surmising of the situation, he was all but about to attack the other man just because he was kissingâ
âRyo.â Youâre starting, a hand reaching out as if to stop the fight yourself.Â
Any and all floatiness from the liquor had now completely dissipated from your body, and you were only left coiling in thick, unyielding tension. Surprisingly, your voice doesnât waver. âDonât do anything fucking stupid or god help me-â
Almost as if jolted to life by the sound of your voice, Sukuna lets go of Choso in a single, jerky movement.
Though he doesnât speak - and youâre almost thankful for it, you donât know what youâd say to him. Instead youâre breaking out of your little trance and pushing aside Sukunaâyes, pushing him to the side so that you can get to Choso.
Stunned, he lets you move him.
He always has.
With both hands gently placed upon either side of Chosoâs handsome face, youâre inspecting him for any injuries. He flushes slightly at your touch. And - tactfully - no one nearby says a single word about it. âIâm- Iâm alright.â Choso says, his tone slightly hoarse.
But you donât give up until youâre completely and utterly sure that heâs okay. âHm, well alright.â Finally letting up, you start to move yourself- and only then do you realize that youâd been straddling Chosoâs hips. Hurrying to scramble off, âO-on behalf of him, I apologize.â
Youâre lightly bowing and he stops you with a hand at your shoulder- only to glance at Sukuna and let you go as if you burned. âNo, no! Itâs my fault for not knowing-â
âDonât worry.â You spare a glance at Sukuna, who had his eyes downcast and his expression revealing nothing. âThereâs nothing to know.â
And thatâŚthat makes the Ryomen Sukuna flinchâ
As if heâd just been stabbed.
As if the temperature in the room had dropped to freezing.
As if youâd plunged your hand right through his ribcage and torn out his heart.
But you couldnât find it in yourself to care at his point. âAgain- Iâm so sorry.â Turning back to Choso, whoâd been watching the exchange with side eyes - right along with half of the party thatâd turned up from the living room now at the whispers of a commotion here. Especially one with the wrestling starâand over a girl at that! âAnd about that ahâŚâ You gesture at his hipsâŚthe ones youâd been straddling.
Choso blushes even deeper, waving his hands in front of him frantically. âNo- no, I didnât mind! I mean- I mean, itâs alright and you donât need to apologize! But you didnât need to apologize anyway because I didnât-â
âMan.â Shoko rests a hand on his shoulder, âStop talking.â
He immediately clicks his jaw shut.
The next thing youâre doing, you donât even know if you even fully thought it through. Because one second youâre standing upâand the next youâve got your hand wrapped around Sukunaâs waistâand the next youâre dragging him through the packed partyâ
Through the crowd that turns their head to look at your unlikely duo, that turns their head to watch the gruff leader of the wrestling team be led out as if he was a naughty child.
Sukuna lets you take a few steps out of the apartmentâs front door, before heâs halting in his tracks and gripping onto your waist instead. Not hard enough that it hurts, not gentle enough for you to be diverted anywhere but his one-track destination toâŚwell, you werenât quite sure.
âRyo- I mean, Sukunaââ You squeal as your heels click-clack! down the stairs. You donât pull yourself free from him, because you know he would let you. âSukuna, I demand to know where weâre going-â
âThereâs nothing to know.â
Your stomach drops.
Itâs the last thing he says. The only.
And you can only follow as Sukuna draaaags you out into the night-lit street, cars lining the pavements like the straps of lingerie on a faceless body. An outstretched. A ready.Â
Youâre recognizing the gleaming black body of his new Audi in an instant - you would anywhere, to be honest. It took up about half the street. Imposing, just like him. It always did make your heart skip a beat to see it parked outside whatever rager you were attending for the night. Just as soon as youâre registering the car, youâre having your back pushed up against it-
âWhat are you-â You gasp out, before his lips are on yours.
Furious. Feral. Fighting to open them roughly with his own mouth, heâs taking a single look at your prettily parted lips and spiiiiitting straight onto your tongue- before stuffinâ it with his own tastebuds, just in the way that Choso was about to mere minutes early.
You muffle out, âM-mmpf- Sukuna!â
âRyo.â He rasps, blindly unlocking the door and pushing you into the spacious backseat. âYou know mâalways your Ryo.â
That night he fucks you harder, faster than any time before.
As if he was claiming every inch of you.
And you donât end up going home for the nightâno, you end up at Sukunaâs instead. And if he made you moan his name even louder than usual, well, itâs only in the morning that you realize that Chosoâs bedroom was right next door.
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Ryomen Sukuna had flowersâ
An entire bouquet of red roses that heâs sure the florist ripped him off for - surely something grown out of the dirt couldnât be that expensive?! But he did have to admit that it looked wonderful taking up more than half of his backseatâthe very same backseat heâd fucked you senseless in not too many nights ago.
The two of you hadnât seen each other properly since Utahimeâs party.
What with his wrestling practices for the upcoming tournaments, and your finals rounding the corner. Itâs honestly by sheer miracle that Coach Kashimo had cancelled todayâs training for some reason or the other (he honestly didnât look too closely, merely glancing at the email before driving to the nearest florist whilst texting you to ask whether you were free). And, well, here he wasâŚ
So fucking pathetic in his excitement to meet you that heâd forgotten the damned flowers in his car!
Sukuna hopes that they werenât wilted as he struggles to put on his ripped jeans, discarded on your bedroom floor right along with the rest of his clothes. Heâs looking around frantically for his t-shirt, when you glance over at him from the bed.
And he doesnât see the flicker of hurt in your eyes.
âLeaving so soon, Ryo?â
âUh huh.â Heâs absent-mindedly respondingâwhere the fuck where his socks? Did he even need socks just to go down to his car-
You bite down on the inside of your cheek, âAnother appointment?â Another person, is what you really wanted to ask, butâŚ
âSomething important that I forgot.â Sukuna replies, looking underneath your bed and ah- there they were. He feels you sitting up on the bed, blanket clutched to your naked chest, as he sits on the mattress with his back turned and finishes dressing up. âFuckinâ hell, canât believe I even came up here forgetting-â
âRight.â Your tone was clipped.
âShouldâve gone down the second I remembered but-â
âShould have.â
âBecause itâs mad urgent-â
âMore than me.â
âI just got a little distracted, yâknow?â The pink-haired man glances over his shoulder with a teasing smirk, slightly frowning at the way you turn your head away from him. HmâŚhe attempts to lighten the mood, âSâall your fault, girlie~â
âSukuna.â
And that makes him slightly wither in on himself. That tone. That name. Trying to get a good look at your face, he leans towards you. âWhatâs wrongâŚ?â
âI think we should end this.â
Everything.
Everything was wrong.
Ryomen Sukuna doesnât fight your decision, Ryomen Sukuna doesnât try to get you to explain. He lets your words sink into his being like a pebble cast out in the vast and unceasing Blueâand he lets them fester within him just as mysteriously.
Heâs walking out of your dorm a hollow man.
Right up to his car, heâs taking automatic steps. Where he flings the door open and grips the bundle of stems of those- of those fucking roses.
He wants to destroy them.
Sukunaâs hand trembles as he raises them high in the air to chuck- before his peripheral vision features two familiar faces. Unbreathing, heâs turning his head jerkily to the side and staring at themâmatching crowsâ feet, a slow hobble, the slightly hoarse laughter between a whispered conversation. A vision so private that he almost wants to look away, he didnât know how you did it.
It scares him how quickly he recognizes the elderly couple to be the exact same one youâd been admiring from afar that one day at the cafĂŠ.
It scares him.
Ryomen Sukuna doesnât know why he hands his heartbreak bouquet to the old couple that day. But he does remember one thing - the delighted smiles on both their faces, the way the old man had so-clearly wanted to hold the blushing, beautiful flowers. But heâd given them to his wife anyway.
Seeing the young man staring, the old man had winked.Â
A knowing smile on his face.
âOh dear, oh dear.â To which the sweetly older woman had reached down to pluck! two blossoms from the bouquet. And without hesitating, sheâd tucked one behind her husbandâs earâand then beckoned Sukuna to lean down to tuck the last one behind his. Rosy red against lovely pink.
His eyes widen as her slightly roughened hands cup his cheek.
Humming with a smile, âYou are so easy to love, my dear.â
Something in him breaks a little at that very moment.
And Ryomen Sukuna drives the entire four hours it takes him to drive to Itadori Jinâs university, to damn-near bang down his apartment door.
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCKâ!
âIâm coming, Iâm coming! JeezâŚâ His older brotherâs familiar voice - stubborn, so stubborn just like his calls out from inside the apartment. He doesnât care that itâs 2AM and Jinâs neighbors would be complaining, right now he justâŚreally needed his big brother.
He can hear the footsteps get even closer. âWho the hell is it at this time- I swear if itâs rent then I already paid it two weeks ag-â
The door clicks open.
Jinâs face freezes in surpriseâbefore itâs dropping at the look on Sukunaâs face.
âOh, Ryo.â
His arms are around the taller manâs instantly.
And if Itadori Jin felt his sweater drench where Sukunaâs face rested, then he doesnât say a word about it.
âWhat did I tell you about keeping your someone special, Ryo?â
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.
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Itâs the next day when youâre waking up to an incessant knocking at your door.
It pounds like the headache youâd been sporting all night.
And youâre getting up, your eyes swollen - not just from sleep (in fact, you donât think you slept a single wink all night) - and your movements all sluggish. Looking down, you realize that your pyjamas- Sukunaâs wrestling hoodie, was still drenched in tears. Your blinks were heavy. You felt a mess.
You barely even wanted to get out of your bed, and you donât think you would have had it not been for the sheer ferocity of the knocks.Â
Were they trying to break down your damn door?!
âC-coming!â Youâre coughing out, sure you had a doorbell that was going unused. Disgruntled, youâre unlocking the door and reaching for the doorknob. âJeez, Uta, I swear this isnât really a good time if youâre going to-â
The first thing you see is red.
Red.
Red.
Red roses.
Bouquets of it lined every inch of your dormâs corridor, as far as your eye could see, some even piled on top of each other, the largest held between Ryomen Sukunaâs trembling hands.
And the second thing you see is, well, red again.
The blush that dusts his handsome face, rivalling his pinkish locks. Sukuna takes a half-step forwards- before he seems to think better of it and lurches right back. His thick brows furrow in sincerity, as if he just wanted to make you feel his wordsâ âI love you.â He pants, as if heâd just run here. And it feels like all the breath has been knocked out of your lungs. âI love you, I love you, I love you, I love you-â
âOh, Ryo.â
And itâs all the confirmation Sukuna needs to let the bouquet in his hands drop down to the floor. Rustling. Letting the blossoms be replaced with something that is, to him, far more beautiful.
He crushes you so tightly into his embrace that you almost canât breathe - nothing but the soft strawberry scent that engulfs you whole. And you almost donât think you need to. Not right now. âI love you.â
âYou idiot.â You choke out, âYou idiot- youâre so- fucking- stupid.â You punctuate your words with punches to his chest, which makes it rumble with a chuckle. âAnd Iâm even more stupid because IâŚâ
âYes?â Breathless.
âI love you even more, Ryo.â
He sighs with his entire soul and collapses in on his worldâyou.
A few minutes later.
What feels like absolutely no time later.
Youâre finding your back laid flatly against your single bed - a humble compartment in your dorm room. But now it had you sprawled out across it and reaching for your rickety headboard to hang onto dear life, Sukuna kneeled at the foot of the bed and clawing at your tear-stained sweatpants.
Pulling at it.
Tearing through it.
Your whines intermingle with the rip-rip-riiiip of fabric once heâs exposing your naked legs. You were wearing nothing underneath it, and Sukunaâs fucking groaning as he opens up your thighs to take the heavenly sight in-between.
âFuh-fuckâŚâ You swear you see a line of glittering drool fall down the side of his mouth, one that Sukunaâs gulping back as soon as it comes. âHoly fuck, sweetheart, how do you look even tastier every time I see ya?â
Youâre huffing, unable to stop yourself. âMaybe youâre just mixing me up with-â
âDonât say that.â And though his voice was quiet, it was stern. It meant every word he was saying, âNever say that.â
Gliding his roughened hands down the tender inner parts of your thighs- youâre shivering as you feel every line and callus from his palms. Remnants of wrestling. The softness of holding you. It makes something in your heart lurch, âI-I just-â
âYou donât need to explain yourself.â Sukuna looks away with a light blush as he cuts you off, âBut I do. We have much to talk aboutâŚbut the one thing I need you to know is that ever since I met you, I have never, and will never, so much as look at anyone else.â
âRyoââ You whimper, feeling the thick crowned edges of his thumbs inch towards your drippinâ core.
âAnd I want you to know that mâyours.â He nudges his handsome head closer, until he could breathe in the sultry scent of your pussy. You could feel the cold breeze of his inhale- âSoulâŚand body.â
And then heâs lavishing his loooong tongue out to lick a wet stripe at your clothed pussy.
Sluuuuuurpâ! Such a greedy taste of your cunt. Before Sukunaâs drawing his muscle back in just to do it all over again - flick after flick where you were most tender. With the tip of his tastebuds heâs outlining your glistening crevice, and pinpointing them right where the knob of your clit was located.
Youâre twitching as you feel him enter his lengthy tongue juuuust underneath the drenched fabric of your panties, before fishing it back out whenever he feels he got too close to your pussy.Â
âP-please-â Youâre grabbing onto Sukunaâs head of pink hair, trying to move him even closer. âWant you even closer- stop teasing now.â
He rolls his eyes rudely, âTeasing? You think this is me teasing, sweetheart?â And before you can register it, heâs reeling his tongue all the way back into his mouth. Leaving your poor cunt all throbbing and completely untouched. âThis is me teasing.â As you buck your hips pathetically with the desire for his ridged texture, âWhat I was doinâ earlier was just savoring, mama.â
You throat was thick with need, âBut- but what is there to savor-â
âWhat the fuck are ya talking about?â One of his pink brows raise.
âI mean-â You hasten to explain, your entire body radiating pure heat and need. âYouâve already had me like this before-â
âOhââ And suddenly, the most lecherous smile plasters across his attractive face - already slicked with copious amounts of wadded slick that sticks to him like some sort of adhesive. âGirlie, you donât even know the half of what mâcapable of.â
And before you know itâSukunaâs rugged fingers come down to spank! right on top of your pussylips.Â
Before you know it, heâs clasping the side of your ass cheeks and flipping you right over as if you weighed nothing more than a feather. With one finger hooking onto your panties- you can distinctly sense when the wrestler seems to think better of it and instead bites his pearly white canines down on your soaked underwear.
Youâre muffling out with your face pushed into your pillows, âWh-what are you-â
Before heâs teeeeeeearing your panties right down with nothing but his mouth.
Exposing your quivering pussy all for him to see, smearinâ apart your folds with both his thumbs. He takes a few seconds to admire the slick that splashes out of your entrance, before spitting vertically down your slit.
Simply to add onto the mess.
Itâs the only warning youâre getting before Sukuna completely surges in and shoves himself nose-deep between your puffy folds. Just the tip of his nose drags down the middle of your cunt from behind, and before you know it- his tongue is zig-zagging at your hole wiiiiiildlyâ
Heâs like a madman. Heâs like a man starved.
Gulping at the excess of your leaking sap and then munching himself even close to lap at the dewdrops of slick just about to fall out of you. They donât even have to be pouring out of you for your greedy Sukuna to be gluing himself to your cunt.
Shovelling his tongue even deeper.Â
And when your tight orifice canât take any more of him, heâs grunting out into your cunt and spitting.
âFuck.ââHeâs clenching his jaw and spitting out once more at the slight resistance of your hole. Just the way that Sukunaâs wet muscle was oh-so-thick, and he kept having to pry apart your pussy folds even further just to inch inside. Until youâre shivering at the feeling of his knobbly tastebuds dragging down your walls, âCâmon câmon câmon- just fucking take it my girl, I know you want to.â
âI swear your tongue got even bigger, Ryo-â
Your velvety walls close in on him, keeping his slippery tongue hostage while he only tries to ebb even deeper. Heâs clenching his jaw at the slight resistance of your tight hole. âSâonly been a day and sheâs forgotten me this much?â
Fisting at the pillows, âI didnât, itâs just youâre too big.â
âAppreciate the flattery, mama.â You could feel his grin against your softened flesh. âBut itâs my fault.â
Instinctually, youâre raising your head off of the spit-drenched pillows to ask just what he meant-
âBut I guess I hafta eat her out so she remembers this time, hm?â
But you didnât have to ask for the answer.
You didnât even have to thinkâhonestly, you donât think you can even, well, think by the time heâs got a hold of you.
Because Ryomen Sukuna was going to do well on his promiseâRyomen Sukuna was going to do well on all his promises.
He was latching one ruthless hand onto the side of your hips and manhandling your hips to start gyratinâ down onto his open maw. Angling you in just the right position so that his swollen lips can latch onto your throbbing clit-
âBetâcha didnât know that mâa good multitasker.â Heâs gurgling out, wads of slick nâ spittle clogging up his throat. And the thing wasâSukuna didnât care how much he had to suffocate on your pussy, he fucking loved that shit.
âI-I donât think I did.â Youâre replying.
âAnd betâcha didnât know that I- fuck, I can reach in so deeeeeep.â The large muscle of his tongue swipes in so deeply inside of you- you canât even fully comprehend whether heâd plunged inside all the way up to his chin because of how dumb he was fucking you.
Rough, hard strikes at all your most delicate spots inside.
Finishing off with the most sinful noises - itâs like the deeper he gets, the louder those noises get. âBetâcha didnât know that I r-reach yer- hah, g-spot this fast, hm?â
Youâre furrowing your brows. Sure, you were slowly getting more and more dazed on his cock - but surely you werenât that mindless that you wouldnât notice? âWait, but I donât think you ever actuallyâoh.â
And then youâre feeling it.
And youâre realizing that Sukuna had timed it precisely for the middle of your sentence, when he can hear the effects of you stumbling and falling apart on his very tongue.
Mazing all the way inside as if searching for treasure, his thorough inches are spreading out your walls so well. Not leaving a single crevice unturned, a single drivelling orifice, a single bundle of nerves- that heâs honing in on and darting straight against.
Pushing down on the area of your g-spot, youâre suddenly jolted by the electricity of your pleasure. He snickers, âThere it is.â
Crying out, âTh-thatâs just mean, Ryo.â
âTh-th-thatâs just mean.â Mocking, in a lilting pitch that was most certainly not reminiscent of your own. With a tough roll of his eyes, heâs only unfastened his maw to take you even deeper from behind. âBetâcha didnât know that I could be meeeeeanâfuckinâ meaner than you even even thought.â
âI-I think I know too well.â Or so you claim - but shit, Sukuna had never eaten you out like this before.
With his pointed chin jutting against the base of your treacly cunt, and his nose curving against your slit. Sukuna isnât just thrusting his tongue inside you, heâs also making sure to flick and linger his tastebuds into any orifice he knew you were fragile at.
Again. Probing.
Again and again and again.
And with a smug chuckle, Sukuna claims. âBetâcha didnât know that I could go reeeeeal fast.â Until youâre hanging your head down to stare between your slick-sheened legs and all you could see was a pink blur intruding at your folds. âOr reeeeeeal slow.â
âF-fuck, that feels so good.â Your back arches into the perfect curvature when his velveteen tongue starts slowing down into an agonizing pace.
It was just so slow that you could feel each line and crevice of his rows of tastebuds, and just so thorough that speckles of your syrup were darting from your orifice and splattering! down onto the mattress. It starts forming a puddle on the sheets beneath you- one that Sukuna was certain not to go to waste.
His free hand skids down the insides of your thighs, layering his fingers in a thin glaze of your pussyâs slick. And whence his fingertips were all done and coated, the pink-haired man was raising them up to his mouth and sucking the sweetness off.
Not. A. Single. Drop. Wasted.
With a groan, heâs not letting his time go to waste, either. And heâs back funneling your snug channel with his tongueâin and out, in and out, in and out. âTake yer pick- sâall for you, mama.â
âSh-shit, but I like both.â You didnât even know whether he was talking to you or your pussy by this point - but you were too gone on his tongue to even care. Slightly bucking your hips into his mouth, âBut I- ngh, do like it a bit better when you goâŚfasterâŚâ
A sudden spank down on your clit once more, âAtta girl.â
Nose pressed up against your slit, tongue lashing ruthlessly inside.
Ruthlessly.
If you thought you were ruined on the movements of his tongue just earlier, then this sudden sloppy cadence has you seeing fucking stars.Â
The gooey end of his tongue swabs against every tender spot at your innards, somehow forking at your luscious g-spot and attempting to reach even deeper. Perhaps your cervix. Perhaps your womb. And Sukunaâs permanently patterning his tastebuds against your walls. Swirling and swirling and swirling right on time with the caresses at your clit.
He didnât care how much you bucked and trembled at the sheer pleasure of it, the frat leaderâs fingernails dig deep into your flesh every time you lurch away.
âAh ah-â Only to be hauled back down in mere seconds by one of his strong arms. Back and forth, back and forth, baaaack and forth. With an unceremonious squelch! your pussyâs being plastered back down onto his mouth. And Sukuna tongues your folds back open to start jutting in between your lips, âDonât- haaaah, fuck, donât fucking run awayâŚhow mâI supposed to eat out my girlâs pussy if yer fucking running away?â
âI donât know, youâve never- hck!â Before you can open your mouth with your next few words, Sukunaâs showing you what it means to be his girl.
To have his knobbly fingertips pinch at your clit and start drawingââH-hehâŚcan ya spell it?â He rovers his thumb even harder on top of it like a button, âBetâcha didnât know I could do that. Spell it. Or are ya fucked dumb on mâmouth already?â
Youâre replying crossly, âMânot fucked-â
âThen spell it.â
With a pitiful moan, youâre throwing your head in a downward direction to try and see exactly what he was-
Smack!
Yet another mean swatting on top of your puffy pussylips, and Sukunaâs tutting against them. It was as if his lips were glued to your pussy using the slick adhesive of your juices, and he didnât want to detach himself even to speakâeven to speak. âAh ah- no cheating now, mama. Noooo cheating.â
âFuh-fuckââ He angles his fingertips as if he was about to strike you once more. âFine- I meant fine! The first letter is, mmmâŚâ
âYeeeees?â Drawling out.
And your pupils are swirling in time with the sultry motions of his digits. It was a pattern that makes every hair on your body stand on end - too curly to be a particularly pointy letter like âAâ or âKâ and yet not even half as curly to have been an âSâ that might mean his name. âIs itâŚR?â
âAtta girl.â Yet he plants another slamming of his fingertips that makes you throw your head back and whine, âWhoops- accident, sweetheart, accident.â
âF-fuââ Fuck you, is what you meant to say.
But Sukunaâs roughly bashinâ away at your sweetest orifice a few more times, leaving a big bruise against the side of your walls with his tongue. And it simply leaves you speechless, âMmmm, nope! The next letter isnât âFâ, try again.â
âYâ!â Youâre bawling out, your jaw falling agape at the sheer incredible speed at which he was drawing out all those whines and noises. It was simply unbearable in the best way. Unbearable.Â
You could tell that he had so-very-clearly been holding back at your previousâŚhangouts. And you could feel the burning sensation of bliss start up at the pit of your stomach, âAnd is the rest of the word âRyomenâ?â
âMmm, three correct.â He answers, to which your hazy mind guesses that the first letters were R-Y-OâŚâQuite the sneaky lilâ thing, arenât you? And ah- hereâs a little hint, this next oneâs an apostrophe.â
âFuuuuuck, mâclose.â Youâre whimpering out in response- and his response, heâs only slashing at your g-spot at a faster rhythm. Only plucking at your tender clitââS, and the next letter is- ngh, P.â
âGood, gooooodââ
âU.â You gulp, and youâre unsure whether it was because of your oncoming high or because a lecherous part of you already suspected what the rest of what he was writing may be. âSâŚSâŚâ Your entire body shivers, limbs unravelling - and youâre not quite sure whether youâd make it until the end of-
Your lips wobble as you try to enunciate, âRyoâs pussyâŚâ
âThatâs my girl.â
Youâre seeing a split-second of flashing lights before youâre suddenly pushed onto your high - hard, overtaking waves of pleasure that leave you all boneless against Sukunaâs eating mouth. But that worked just alright for him- heâd simply white-knuckle onto the side of your hips and lavish your tight entrance with his entire tongue.
Probing, again and again.
The cushy edge of his tongue swipes forwards to strike your g-spot right on time with the peaks of your euphoria. Like a perfect button for him to press on and increase your pleasure until you were simply shaking, âAnd my girl feels so goooood on her Ryomenâs mouth, doesnât she?â He pants, fingers pinching your clit now and rolling between the roughened pads of his index and thumb. âFeels so nice cumming on Ryoâs tongue- betâcha didnât know it could feel this good, huh, sweetheart?â
Furiously shaking your head, âDidnât- didnât know- hck!â
And with a few more moans youâre just splashinâ your clingy wads all down Sukunaâs throat, all across his handsome lower half. âOoooo- aaaaaatta girlââ
âC-canât stop cumming.â You shake, tears sparkling at the edges of your eyes. âIt just feels so good-â
âLeave some for mâcock, alright?â
But he was the one that wasnât leaving anything, that wasnât showing you any mercy.
Even once the sparks of your startling orgasm have bated, heâs plunging his wide tongue in and out. Scouring the inside and outside of your treacly pussy. Licking up every single ounce of slick sploshed down your front.Â
Dripping wet.
Only once youâre well and thoroughly overstimulated does Sukuna actually falter his movements, âMmmm, there ya go, girlie~â Heâs pulling his prolonged muscle out of your hole with a sloppy squeeeeeelch! He looks down at your mindlessly clenching pussy and admires his handy-work. âAnd now for the real deal.â
âTh-that wasnât the real deal?â Youâre asking through a whimper.
âThat? That was just my appetizer, yâknow?â The pink-haired man snickers at his own joke - though it really didnât sound like a joke to you.
You attempt to flip yourself over- but Sukuna keeps you firmly in place with a hand at your hips. âAh ah- donât you think of running from me. Not now. Not ever.â And while youâre still draped across your front on the bed like this, Sukunaâs starting to tug off your hoodieâ
Before he realizes just which one it is - his, his name on the back - and he stops immediately.Â
âActuallyâŚâ Sukuna stands, and you know that tone of voice didnât bode anything good for you. âWhy donâtcha keep it on, hm?â
Instead, heâs the one thatâs stripping now.
That skin-tight shirt.
Those baggy pants.
Those boxers that wereâoh.
Your eyes widen, âIs it just me or didâŚgrow even bigger since last time, Ryo?â
âMmm- why donât we ask my pussy about it later, hm?â
And with that said, youâre getting to turn around and admire all of Ryomen Sukunaâs toned, tanned muscles. They ripple as he discards his clothes somewhere over his shoulder, making those tattoos of his look as though they were moving by themselves.
Greedily, your eyes follow the circles on either of his deltoids. The snake-like patterns down his pecs. The rings around his beefy biceps. The rings around his wrists. All the way down to the rings around either of his meaty thighs.
Shyly, youâre realizing that youâd skipped over one spot in particular.
And you drift your eyes back upâSukunaâs erection was hard and hot between his legs. The most furious red at his mushroom tip that made him look as though he was so achingly needy he might as well fall off.
That you might as well count each one of his throbs.
Biting down on your lower lip, youâre impatient as you follow a bead of milky pre that dollops on top of his thick tip. Smearing just a bit. Travelling down, down, dooooown the veiny length of his shaft- until it ends up at the unruly tufts of pink at his base.
His tattooed base.
One more ring around his hilt, and next to thatâyou gasp.
âOhâŚoh my god.â Without a second thought, youâre leaning in to get a closer look at that irritated patch of skin next to Sukunaâs v-line. And if your eyes werenât deceiving you - that part of his skin had a swirling black calligraphy of none other than your fucking name on him. âDonât tell me youâve-â
âI did.â
You gape up at him, âRyomen Sukuna, youâre fucking crazy-â
âI know.â He shivers as you reach out to touch it. Sukuna was fully unclothed now and prowling towards you on the bed, like a predator closing in on his prey. âBut I couldnât just name that pussy of yours âRyoâs pussyâ and not contribute my part, too, could I? I had to show my dedication too, mama.â
âBut putting it permanently on your skin-â
âIs the best decision Iâve ever made.â
You knew there was no talking him out of it, and Sukunaâs eagerly smoothing his calloused palm on top of your stomach. Caressing you. Drinking you in with his eyes.
Flipping you onto your stomach once more-
âNow face down, ass up- I wanna fuck my girl right.â
Youâre barely managing to let your sweaty scalp hit your pillow before Sukuna suddenly has his obtuse tip squeezed between your pussylips and pushing and pushingâ
âOhââ Your eyes are scrunching as tight as they could close, and the only thing you can do is utterly melt into Sukunaâs carnal desire. You donât think youâd ever get used to his sheer size. âOh my god- oh my fucking- ngh, I always love h-how you feel-â
âFor now-â And itâs a damn miracle that the man could speak - especially when your tender walls were squeezing him like that. âF-for now just pretend itâs the first time.â
Did he just stutter? What was he evenâŚâWh-what- oh.â Youâre being shut up by Sukunaâs rugged, ravenous tip once more. Heâs swabbing every treacly spot of your insides without even trying - simply just attempting to fit and fit and fitâ
âJust- hah- just pretend sâthe first time.â He kisses his lips to his teeth, both clammy hands plastered onto the side of your hips to help him funnel his massive cock inside.
His flared slit lodges against the roof of your cunt, and youâre arching just so beautifully into him- that he canât help but lean down and bite at the side of your throat. Humming in satisfaction at the way the marking is just covered by his hoodie, it gives him the courage he needs to say those next few words. âPretend sâjust you and I. Pretend sâour first time- ngh.â
âYou mean to sayâoh.â Youâre dizzy on the way his honed tip was perfectly opening up your hidden spots, and every time heâs reeling his hips back itâs just a constant back and forth. âDonât think I even knew I had a spot thereâŚâ
âGood- good, jusâ like that.â He grunts out, holding you even tighter to his muscular body. âPretend sâlike weâve never fucked before. Youâre my girl- always have been. Mâyour Ryo- always have been. Always will be.â
âA-always will be-â
âAnd right now sâour first time, Iâve never fucked you before- oh, forget about all those fucking times in my room and in the car.â He whispers out, something desperate cracking primally at the back of his throat as he eases his way inside. âSâour time nowâand I get to finally, finally fuck you as mine.â
All his.
And youâre finding that when Sukunaâs fucking you as just hisâŚit means heâs so much more ravenous than youâve ever known him to be.
So much more ruined.
So much more out-of-controlâ
Itâs like heâs truly realized his full potential. âSince yer mine I get to- hah! stop you from running from my cock whenever I like.â Hauling you down like a ragdoll with both hands on your waist, you shrill at the slamming contact of his hips against your hips. His thighs against the backs of your thighs. His large cockhead against your ready cunt. âI get to fuck you raw for the first time. I get to fuck you so much- s-so fucking much nâ I donât even have to worry about the marks I leave.â
âWhat marks?â
A slam so hard that you swear you can feel the globular end of his shaft right near your throatââThese marks.â
And youâre almost about to repeat your question in search of an answer once more- before youâre realizing what exactly Sukuna means.
Marks.
The marks he was leaving on every gooey orifice inside your cunt, on the globes of your ass being pummeled by his hips, on the sides of your body under the mercy of his grip.
Using that very same grip, heâs folding you on all fours underneath him. Tighter and tighter. Closer and closer to his hulking body. Before your muddled brain can register it, Sukunaâs reaching over his meaty right leg to plant right on top of your sweaty scalp.
Yesâon top.
The heel of his foot ends up on your head, and your eyes snap open in- perhaps shock, perhaps at the sheer audacity of him. You jolt.
âAh ah-â The only thing you hear before one of his hands clasp âround the cottony fabric of your hoodie and tugs it down - it seems that your sudden lurching movement had made his uniform bunch up by your head.Â
And the famed wrestler wasnât just bringing it down to take a good look at your pretty self. Noâhe was also bringing it down to read the name - his name - emblazoned across your back and jostling to and fro while you were being fucked by his ruthless hips. âTheeeeere we go, gotta rep the name, mama. Especially the first time.â
âRep the set? Youâre already fucking me- ngh, senseless.â
âAnd yet I already get to have you- fuck, wear this fâme. My girl. My lovely, lovely girl.â His toned figure leans down and heâs sloppily kissing at the name.Â
His nameâfuck, how he loved this position. That was why heâd purposefully chosen it, to have his name peak up at him as he ploughed himself into you like a madman. Grunting out once your sopping lips squeeze him at the stretch, âThe girl with my- hck! last name-â
âRyo!â
âWhoops- too soon?â He doesnât even sound the least bit regretful. And you canât even answer, because then heâs only fucking your surprised whines out of you, âMmm, and donât forget that I also get to do- heh, this.â And as if it was even possible, his vicious hips accelerate their tempo against you. âI get to do whaaaatever I want with my girlâs pretty pussy- ah, apologies, my pretty pussy just to fit my thick cock inside.â
âI-inside-â You mindlessly babble out, âWant it inside-â
âYeah? Want it all the way until my tattoo? Never been fucked like this before, have ya?â
Well, he has fucked you like this before. But that coherent part of you realizes that that wasnât exactly the answer that Sukuna wanted right nowââNo- no, never. Youâre the first to fuck me like this, Ryo, mmm.â
âGood.â
Whether he was praising you for keeping up with his conversation - or whether he was praising you for taking his cock until heâs bottoming out - youâre not quite sure. Either way, the curly pink hairs at his base finally reach your foldsâand they scritch-scratch at your pussy in such a carnal way you never knew you needed.
As heâs fully inside of you, the wrestling superstar hunches his entire body over and shivers. And pants. And throbs his entire length deeply inside of you in a way that makes your head pound with a rapid ba-thump! Ba-thump! Ba-thump!
âH-hereâŚ.â One of his hands lifts off of your hip to caress down the front of your stomach. Sukuna feels for where his swollen tip was pulsating against your womb, and presses doooown against that lilâ bump. âSâmy first time kissinâ my girl over here, isnât it?â
âIt- it isââ
And Sukuna truly is fucking you like itâs the first time - heâs fucking you like heâs angrier he didnât have you earlier, heâs fucking you like heâs making up for all the lost time.
Just roughened, piercing bashes against your g-spot- he doesnât even have to try to locate that bruised nâ battered little area on your channel. The rounded orifice of it gets pummeled by his shaft, and youâre seeing stars due to the sheer pressure of him. âIt feels so- ngh- fuck.â You could barely even string together a sentence, head feeling all airy.Â
âFeels sooooâ?â
âI donât- I donât evenâŚâ He doesnât even have to be fully inside to let his curvaceous tip poke into your cervix. Purposefully angling his hips, Sukunaâs rub-a-dubbing the door to your womb with his puckered tip. âTh-think mâcockdrunk, Ryo.â
And if you were in any better state of mind, maybe youâd have noticed the way that his rude cadence seemed to stutter. âC-cockdrunk?â
Nodding through your tears, âI am, I amâoh.â
But of course, never let Ryomen Sukuna be known as the man that doesnât take care of his cockdrunk partner.Â
Never.Â
Because in a split-second, heâs lifting his rude foot off of your head and you jolt at the sudden rush of blood to your scalp. âOh- oh myâŚâ
Only mere moments of mercy before you feel your entire limp body be hoisted off of the mattress.
Your eyes damn-near bulge out of your scalp, and youâre flailing at the feeling before- âShhh, shh sh- be a good girl fâme before you make me put that foot atop your head again, mama.â Sukuna grunts, and suddenly youâre feeling one of his strong arms look around your neck.
You could feel all those developed biceps of his bulging against your throat once Sukuna cradles your neck and squeeeeezes. Spittle flowing out of you and down his veiny forearm like a fountain, âD-did you just put me in a fucking- ngh, headlock?!â
âMhm.â He shows absolutely no remorse, âAnd I donât hear her complaining.â
In fact, he could only hear the most sopping wet squelches emanating from your cunt.
And so Sukuna keeps holding you in this treacherous headlock whilst heâs pummeling you from behind. All those veiny inches of his cock being slurped right up between your pussy lips. Again. And again. And again and again and againâ
It feels like hours have passed before youâre jolting at the sudden feeling of Sukunaâs warm fingertips slithering down between your sheeny legs once more. Your clit throbs like itâd missed his touch- and never one to leave you wanting more anymore, heâs twisting his rugged fingers on the nub.
Letting the patterned edges of his digits start twistinâ and turning that swollen knob in his hand. Your cunt squelches out a wet splash of slick at the sudden pleasure, âI-it just feels so good-â
âI know.â Sukuna hums, all smug with himself. âSheâs told me- heh, think about thaaaatâI get ta speak with her for the first time tonight.â Before you can say anything else, he dips his head down to look at your cunt from underneath you and coos. âHey, girlie, how are ya~?â
âY-youâre unbelievable-â And yet heâs rovering his thumb all over your clit in a way that just has you gasping for more, and your cunt squelching out even louder.
âMmm, mâdoing good, thanks for asking.â He continuesâŚa fucking conversation with your pussy. And at your widened stare, he shrugs. âWhat? Mâonly having a chat with- hah, my pussy. Whaâs wrong with that?â
âN-nothingâŚâ You suppose.
âExactly.â And then he times the ministrations of his thick thumb just right to roll over your clit in synchronization with his cock. Youâre feeling one incredible thud! at your g-spot, and then youâre feeling another drag on your clit. This timeâŚa pattern that youâre finding strangely familiar- âCan you spell, mama?â
âAre you askingââ Smack! A rude spank on your cunt, âF-fuckâŚâ
âApologies âbout that. Sâmy first time with you, remember? And I hafta get to know you. Get to do this.â He hums, and itâs not to you anymore. Heâs completely and utterly devoted to keeping all his concentration on giving your pussy the utmost pleasure possible - from two different places of origin. âSo about that spellingââ
âFuck, Ryo, what are you trying toâŚâ
This time, heâs not cutting you off. This time youâre trailing off out of your own volition, your ears listening for the sequences of letters that Sukuna calls out.
A sequence that sounds oddly familiar.
A sequence that spelled out your name.
He drag-drag-draaaaags your clit and it lets out a particularly loud lecherous sound that the larger man beams at, âMmm, exactly. Perfect pronunciation and all- now letâs see if you can spell the rest.â And without further ado, Sukunaâs expert fingertips start outlining a different set of letters on your throbbing clit.
Making you shake with pleasure, âW-wait that spellsâŚâ Silently mouthing along.
Sâheâs accelerating the thumps all the way at the back of your cervix, until youâre feeling dizzy.UâKâjust the sheer amount of tears that streamed down your cheeks already told you that you were getting close to your high. Uâ
Your eyes widen, âY-youâre not seriously-â
âShhhh.â
Nâbut oh, he was. As if he was reading off of that sports hoodie on your back. And he was letting you tremble uncontrollably in the aftermath of his constant strikes and thumps at your greedy orifice, drilling into you with a hunger that never satiates. A hunger that tells you heâs wanted to do this for a long, long time. Aâ
You whisper what exactly it spelled out.
Your name, with the last name of-
â-Sukuna.â The man himself finishes off, before leaning down to leer at your drivelling cunt. The very same that was slurping and squelching away maddeningly at your gushing slickââSâgonna be your name very soon, my girl.â
You donât quite know which one of you heâs talking to - you or your pussy.
But you donât quite care at this moment, either. Because in almost no time, youâre bursting into your nth high of the night - itâs no longer simply your second anymore.
Because as soon as youâre crashing into the white-hot wave of your second, youâre plummeting into your third. Your fourth. Your fifth. Seemingly dragged out of you as if it was oh-so-easy by none other than Sukunaâs ruthless cock.
You shake as it explodes through you, harder than any other orgasm youâve experienced in your entire life.
Toes curling.
Lashes staining with tears.
The only thing you can do is arch your back into Sukunaâs sculptured one and let him thoroughly bash you through your zaps of euphoria. Over and over.
He lets his veiny shaft glide down your gooey insides, caressing every inch of you that seemed to explode with pleasure any time he was pistoning into you. âYeah-â He grunts, feeling you uncontrollably clench around him. âYeah, yeah, yeah- cum around my cock, sweetheart. Only around my cockââ His headlock on you tightens, â-got it?â
âGot it-â You babble out stupidly, your cheek slipping along the sheen of saliva youâd created on his forearm. âI got it, I got it- butâŚâ
One pink brow raises, âButâŚ?â
âBut I also want you to do o-one thing fâme.â
He nuzzles the crook of your neck, âAnything.â
âCum inside?â
And, well, Sukuna did say âanythingââdidnât he?
Because with a few more vulgar thrusts, the infamous frat leader is tipping his head back and emptying himself out inside you. You could feel the way that his thiiick balls clench from behind you, each of those wadded webs of ivory sap being poured out into you.
Each and every single one.
Stuffed and stuffed inside of you.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you take in the second skin that heâs layering on top of your insides. Something so warm and filthy feeling heavy inside of your orificeâfuck, youâre discovering that a primal part of you loved the feeling.
It sploshes! out into your deepest depths and create a lilâ puddle that you can feel even at your cervix. Just swirled around by his thickened tip, âC-cummingââ The man rasps out, voice botched with a primal sort of hoarseness. He stutters as he cums. He shakes as he cums. Crimson eyes shuttering at the most blissful feeling in the world, spurting his seed inside your needy pussy. âAnd then thereâs that- hah! I get to cum inside you for the f-first timeâŚâ
And it really was the first time he was filling you up like this. All the way up to the brim and fucking those pearly beads of cum right back inside you, âKinda- ngh, always wanâ you to cum inside me.â
He pecks the side of your temple, hips still shifting filthily. âHey then weâre gonna have a- mmm, mini-Sukuna before youâre even Mrs. Sukuna, girlie.â
âM-maybe I donât mindâŚâ Bucking your hips back into his for more friction.
âTalkinâ outta that pussy, I see.â
With yet another sudden spank! on top of your sultry folds, youâre being flipped over once more and stuffed right back up to your womb with Sukunaâs thickened inches. All of them shoved right up until you can feel them at your very throat- âWe might have to dumbify her too, Iâm afraid.â
âSâgonna be a long night.â Youâre commenting with a shiver.
Sukuna grins, âHowâd you spell âthe first of manyâ?â
.
.
.
The tournament was in an uproar by the time youâre running into the stands.
Well, more bowing and apologizing as you scramble to your seat past rows of other supporters- but you stand by it nonetheless. Youâre letting out a pant of relief as you finally plop unceremoniously down onto the only empty chair in the stands, placing down your bag and pulling on the collar of Sukunaâs wrestling hoodie in an attempt to fan yourself.Â
âYouâre late, my dear.â Utahime hisses from the row behind you, flipping off the middle-aged man that grumbles at her.
âI know, Iâm sorry!â You whisper back - ah, so thatâs where they were. A few more rows behind her were some of the Curses Epsilon brothers - including Choso - that you had been starting to get to know, little by little. They wave happily at you and you wave back with a grin. Youâd been wanting to get seats next to all of them, but it seems theyâd filled up faster than youâd hoped.
At the very least you were lucky to have your friends so close by you, and youâre shooting them an apologetic smile - after all, you were the one thatâd bugged your two best friends to join you watching Sukunaâs wrestling match. You mouth, âWhole story. Explain later.â
âTraffic?â Shoko asks from next to your purple-haired friend, looking up from her anatomy textbook. For what reason she had that, you werenât quite sureâŚand you werenât brave enough to ask, either.
Choosing the short story, youâre nodding at her suggestion.
Youâd run all the way here, truth be told.
Sukuna was already halfway through his final match of the tournament, one more and heâd win this collegiate title. And though a part of you was upset that youâd missed out on so much (sure, you could watch them later on the recordings, but it was the principal that counted!), it made you so-very-proud to see so many of the recruiters with their eyes locked on Sukuna and Sukuna only.
Your boyfriend of just shy of a month.
You couldnât blame themâfuck, you just wished you hadnât had to wait so long at the dry cleanerâs! Apparently there had been some sort of mix-up thatâd resulted in you being quite delayed while you actually waited to claim the hoodie you knew and loved too much.
Sure, itâd been slightly stained from some of last nightsâŚactivties (somewhat of a good luck ritual, he claimed, though you knew what he really wanted to do was fuck you in the hoodie with his name), but beloved nonetheless!Â
Anywaysâafter falling behind your schedule, youâd been hit by traffic, and then there was the issue of actually trying to navigate the stadium, and then- well, here you were!
Evidently, it seems that Sukuna is sensing the same thing.
Because in the middle of an ankle lock, Sukunaâs crimson eyes flick upwards towards the stands- and theyâre meeting yours instantly.
A charged tension only the two of you could feel.
Squirming slightly in your seat at the intensity of his stare, his realization, you give him a wave.
In mere split-seconds, Sukuna has the other man slammed down onto the floor and his sweaty body struggling to even move. You cheer, that had to have at least been two points.
âWeâre lucky youâre here, my dear.â Utahime leans down to whisper to you. âYou wonât believe what that boyfriend of yours was like before the game- moping around, calling you, staring longingly at his phone wallpaper of youâeugh! I didnât even know that a man of that size and strength could act like a lost puppy.â She shudders.
Shoko states plainly, âWhat she means to say is that your boyfriend missed you.â
And youâre just about to open your mouth to answer- when right beside you, a jittery voice speaks up.
âP-pardon me.â The three of you turn your heads in the direction of the man thatâd been seated to your left, you hadnât paid much attention to him considering the frantic state youâd been in when you first got here. âDid you say âboyfriendâ?â
And now, you almost wished you did.
Because the man beside you looked exactly like Sukuna onlyâŚsofter. Quieter. Calmer. With an air about him that told you that perhaps he was the type that grew up with quite a bit of responsibility. He wore a sweater with the shapes of some marine animals sewn into it. He didnât have any of Sukunaâs tattoos or the chiselled look of a recent athlete or the gruffness he wore like a cloak - but the resemblance was uncanny.Â
The bespectacled man adjusts his glasses and your jaw dropsâthis must be his older brother that he told you so much about! âYou must be his girlfriend that heâs told me so much about.â
âY-yes!â You snap out of your little reverie at his words, and youâre immediately reaching out your hand for a handshake. âYou must be his older brother, Jin?â
Jin pulls you in for a hug, sighing out against you. âThank you so much for taking care of him.â
âNo- not at all! The pleasureâs all mine, and heâs the one that takes care of me most of the time.â Youâre sheepishly admitting, âThank you for taking care of him all this time, I know he looks up at you so much.â
The other pink-haired man blushes, scratching behind his neck. âW-well I wouldnât say thatâŚâ He glances to his left, âOh! And silly me- I forgot to introduce you to our father.â
Youâre beaming at the gruff old man seated next to Jin, a furrow between his brows that you couldâve recognized anywhere on his younger son. âItâs a pleasure to meet you!â
The introductions between you and Sukunaâs family go swimmingly (if there was a wrestling alternative then youâd have said it), and youâre finding that they were the absolute sweetest. Jin was soft and compassionate, the polar opposite of Sukuna and yet so similar to him at his deepest core. Wasuke was more like Sukuna on the outside, and you swear you could feel your sides splitting at the quips heâd comment about his son while you all watched the match.
Eventually, the three of you along with your friends in the latter rows are chatting up so much of a storm that you almost donât noticeââHeâs about to win.â
At the sound of your voice, the rest of your group looks over at the ringed boundaries of the match.
Instantly, youâre all up on your feet and cheering at the top of your lungs.Â
All of you.
Jin and Wasuke.
Shoko and Utahime.
The Curses Epsilon boys.
You.
And when Ryomen Sukuna finally defeats his tough opponent, you canât decide which one of you cheered the loudest.
But what you do know is that heâs sauntering up past the boundary the minute his win is announced - all sweat-streaked and spitting out his mouth guard, all panting and toned with his muscles, all uncaring whether or not his coach is talking to him right now.
He doesnât care
He doesnât care.
Sukunaâs breaking into a sprint once he sees you getting off the standsâand scoops you into his arms whilst you yelp in delight.Â
You knew you must look such a sight, you and this hulking man.
You feel him bury his face into the crook of your neck, whispering. âCould you all have been any louder?â And you could feel the way his face burns against your skin.
âWhat- the King of the Court fan club?â Youâre innocently questioning, âYes, that is our name and you can thank Jin for that. And no, we donât show signs of stopping any time soon- we actually plan on expanding to the rest of the campus by the end of semester-â
He peeks up at the group behind you, here just for him - his brother and father, your friends, his fraternity brothers - and groans. And you can only laugh.
âYou all are insufferable.â Sukuna says, baritone dramatically pained. âEspecially you.â
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synopsis: maybe you shouldnât have slept with the guy youâre wildly crushing on because now youâre stuck looking for your bra on your hands and knees whilst heâs asleep.
warnings: f!reader, minors dni, friends to lovers, a lot of flirting, cute crushing, protected sex!!, reader on top, kisses, idk what else to add
authors note: omg is this a fic after months??? i low-key forgot how long it takes me to write because this felt like ages lol hope u all enjoy this :) also iâm almost at 10k so yeah thatâs cool too. editing luna here to say 3k??? was not expecting that lol
this was not supposed to happen. or maybe that part was but not this part. waking up in the morning in the arms of bakugou katsuki definitely wasnât supposed to happen. you know itâs him from the one peep over your shoulder and his arm around your waist which is coated in tattoos only he has. his breath is hot on your neck and his bare chest is warm against your back, comforting and domestic.
you need to leave.Â
you blink for a few times because trying to escape from a pro hero seems like a harder job than if it was any other guy. first mission, getting his arm off you. as much as youâre sure the skin-to-skin contact is sending endorphins through you, you cannot be here when he wakes up. slowly, and with two hands because his dead-weight arm is so heavy, you lift the arm circling you and you scoot your body out of his embrace.
now laying on your back you get a better look at sleeping bakugou. and how gorgeous sleeping bakugou is. youâre sure you could recite some poetry about this manâs face, quotes from classic romance books about how heâs so close to perfection if perfection was to exist. how his lax features make him look tranquil and at peace, a state you donât see him ever look when heâs awake. the permanent frown and crease between his eyebrows is gone, his pretty ruby eyes are gone giving you a view of his dainty long brown eyelashes and his lips are slightly parted to let out breaths.Â
you cannot focus on his body though. while his face is somewhat angelic, his body is the definition of devilish and from all you saw of him last night⌠flashbacks are not welcome in your escape plan.