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the atmosphere was calm, well as calm as it could be with sukuna there.ย
you sat curled up in his lap while he yelled at toji through his headset for the nth time. you shifted slightly before slowly sliding out of sukuna's lap, he muttered a quickย
โwhere ya goin?โ his eyes shifted towards you, now fully out of his grasp.ย
โbathroom.โย
he let out a low hum and returned his hard gaze back to his monitor.ย
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โholy shit ryomen, yer washed.โ toji snickered through the mic.ย
โeasy to talk when you pick OKC every fucking round.โ sukuna snarled back.
โaye back to back dubs speaks for itself.โย
โits been two rounds already?โ sukuna checked his phone, its been almost 2 hours since you left his lap.ย
โtwo rounds of belt? yea bro.โ a snort came out from sukunas headphones.ย
โim hoppin off anyway to go out with my girl. cus i got other shit to do, like my girl. get it? cus i have a girlfriend.โย sukuna teased.ย
โblah blah blah we get it asshat.โย
sukuna chuckled to himself before logging off and heading over to barge on you in the bathroom, which was locked? he lifted a heavy knuckle and tapped on the door twice.ย
โbabe, you takinโ a shit?โย
a small snort escaped from the other side of the door, โyea ryo ive been shitting for two hours.โย
his crimson eyes fluttered into a roll before he twisted the knob again, โokay brat then why is the door locked, let me in.โย
needy bastard. โkuna you can wait for like two minutes, im almost done.โ you added the final touches to your face before adjusting your dress again. kinda short. eh its fine.ย
he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed โalmost done what? I can smell your body wash, did you wanna go on a date ton-โย
the door swung open, revealing your finished look. hair done and neat, makeup on point, gold jewelry layered all over your body, and your new brown mini dress that hugged your body perfectly.ย
sukuna paused, looked you up and down, eyes immediately turning hungry.ย
โblack shoes or brown shoes?โ you cocked a brow at him.ย
โfuck, you look gorgeous baby.โ he answered completely ignoring your question, โwhere we goinโ?โย
you puckered your lips and smiled back at him, โthank you. okay so black or brown?โย
โbrown. and give me like fifteen minutes, I'll be ready.โ he bee-lined straight to the bathroom before your manicured hand pressed against his chest, stopping him right in his tracks.ย
โryo you canโt come to girls night. I've told you this like a thousand times.โย
girls night? It was like someone shot him in the chest right then and there. not only were you looking absolutely beautiful on a night the both of you had off, you were going out with your friends. instead of sukuna. not to mention how much they hated sukuna. the burly mans shoulders tensed,
ย โnonono, the hell you mean girls night? I thought WE were going out tonight.โ it was almost pathetic how whiney his voice sounded. to anyone else it would've been a once in a blue moon sight, unfortunately for you it wasnโt.ย
โryo I told you last night that I was going out with them.โย
โdid not.โย
โdid too.โย
โdid not.โย
โryomen i literally told you before we went to bed and you said โokay ill drive you.โ you pushed past him and slipped on your brown kitten heels, before admiring your full look in the mirror.ย
โThere's no way I said that, I was out cold before you even shut off the light.โ he followed your trail like a sulking puppy`. a large six foot something sulking puppy.
โsukuna i promise you iโm not lying.โ you paused with your purse and keys in hand.ย ย
โfine. but if i get handsy in the car, you cannot blame me. you look so hot.โ he grabbed the keys from your hands and opened the front door.ย
you tsked, โmhm mhm no touching while my girls are in the car.โย
โwhat.โย
โweโre picking them up, remember?โย
โyouโre shittinโ me.โ
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after thirty minutes of being interrogated, looped into gossip, and asked the โyouโre a guy what do you think?โ question approximately fifteen times,ย sukuna finally got to the restaurant.ย
your girls murmured a bunch of rushed thank yous before quickly hopping out of the car and heading into the restaurant. sukunas hand still gripped the wheel,ย
โthank you for dropping us off kuna.โ you leaned over the center console and gave him a peck on the cheek, causing him to turn his head.ย
โcall me if anything.โ he responded in a low mumble.ย
โi know i know.โ you smiled before turning to open your door.ย
โwait.โ you paused and turned to look back at your boyfriend who was already outside of the car, he made his way around to your side and opened your door. He held your hand in his large gruff one before pulling you into another kiss, he pulled away just an inch from your mouth, his breath still on yours,
โiโm fucking the shit out of you when you get home.โย
you felt the warmth pooling in your cheeks, you bit back a smile and mumbled backย
โpromise?โย
sukunas hands gripped at your waist, before dropping to his sides, a slow huff escaped his nose, โpinky.โย
you snorted before walking off, feeling the sting of sukunas hand slapping your ass as you did so.ย
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sukuna knew as soon as you called three hours later, slurring every other word, that he would be eating his words that night.
ย after dropping off your equally drunk friends, he carried you into bed, taking his time removing your make up because he knew you would yell at him if he didnโt, then taking off your heels and dress, changing you into one of his shirts.
โryo.โย
โhm.โย
โmy friendsss saidd they loveeyou.โย
โreally?โ shocking. considering they mean mugged him all night. didnโt even bother to say his name properly.
you nodded slowly under the sheets.ย
โwhyโs that?โย
a hiccup escaped your lips, eyes fluttering shut โthey saidโฆ youmake mee glow.โย
โtheyโre idiots.โย
you snorted, โloveeyouu.โย
โi love you too brat.โย
he couldnโt even be mad at you for blue balling him all night.
summary: sukuna has loved you since you were in high school, and when he finally gets his chance with you, four years after graduation, he's the perfect boyfriend.
he treats you like you're worth more than the entire world, devoted solely to you, committed to keeping you healthy and happy in his arms for all eternity.
if only he wasn't killing people behind your back.
content: 18+ mdni, smut, dub-con in the later chapters, rough sex, yandere sukuna, obsession, stalking, murder, blood, gore, manipulation, deception, unhealthy dynamics, jealousy, cheating (reader cheats on her bf with sukuna), sukuna is awful in this but he's LOVELY to reader exclusively, more tags to be added on a chapter by chapter basis!
chapter 1: temptations
chapter 2: exactly what he wants (coming soon!)
chapter 3: everything is romantic
chapter 4: bad at love
chapter 5: everybody scream
chapter 6: the rotten ones
chapter 7: innocence lost
chapter 8: ups and downs
chapter 9: it's nothing new
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โด childhood bsf trueform!sukuna x f!reader
[heian era canon adjacent au] - ongoing series
โ the world is an unjust beast. it claws and tears until nothing remains but those cursed with the greatest gift of all; power. in another world, ryomen sukuna is the strongest sorcerer in history, capable of an evil no one can dream. but he was once a boy, and you were once a girl. now a devil with docked horns and an angel with tattered wings, you walk this world together, your curse to navigate side by side. โ
โด cw ; mdni, 18+ only. dark themes surrounding my interpretation of sukuna's upbringing and how it affects you both. graphic depictions of blood, gore, death, dismemberment, mutilation, and hunted animals. character death. themes surrounding poor mental health. poor coping mechanisms. arguments. best friends to lovers. toxic codependency. child abuse & neglect. self-hatred. attempted self-mutilation. bigotry & period-accurate misogyny. eventual smut after both characters are over 18. angst. hurt/no comfort. eventual hurt/comfort. tragic lovers with a happy ending. dddne.
โด wc ; estimated 100k.
โด a/n ; huge shoutout to the artist i commissioned for the gorgeous art for this series, zb relic! please do not repost :)
i'll be trying out some shorter chapters with this series so rather than long chapters like my previous series, i'm hoping to get out more frequent shorter chapters!
ao3 || wattpad || main masterlist
1 / there is a hell, believe i've seen it
2 / true friends
3 / diamonds aren't forever
4 / it was written in blood
5 / sleep with one eye open
6 / follow you
7 / run
8 / it never ends
9 / seen it all before
10 / and the snakes start to sing
11 / throne
12 / kingslayer
13 / there is a heaven, let's keep it a secret
husband!Higuruma coming home exhausted and fucking you slow in the bath (18+)
You swear you were just planning to collapse on the sofa when you got home. Maybe order some takeaway and watch some mindless TV show with your legs stretched across your husband's lap.
So, exactly how did you end up straddling Hiromi Higuruma in the bathtub, hot water sloshing over the edge as you sink down onto him?
โThat's it, darling. Just like that.โ
Hiromi's voice is low and rough, strained in a way that makes heat slick down your spine and pool between your thighs. His hand grips your hips beneath the water surface, gently guiding you as you adjust to the stretch of him inside you.
You found him in here five minutes ago, tie discarded somewhere in the bedroom, shirt unbuttoned and abandoned on the bathroom floor. He'd been leaning back in the tub with his eyes closed, the water up to his chest, looking more exhausted than you'd seen him in weeks. The case he's working on is brutal, you know that. Long hours, impossible odds, the kind of work that wore him down.
"Join me?" he'd asked, opening one eye to look at you, and there was something so vulnerable in his expression that you couldn't refuse.
And that's how your own clothes joined him on the floor before you slipped into the bath with him.
Now his hair is wet and pushed back from his face, water droplets clinging to his jaw and the tip of his nose, and he's looking at you like you're the only thing that's keeping him from totally dissociating.
โI missed you,โ you murmur, rolling your hips experimentally. The water makes everything feel different than it would be in the bedroom. More languid and slower, every shift and movement creating a ripple against your skin.
โMissed you too.โ His thumb traces circles on your hip bone, a tender gesture that contrasts with the way he's so deeply buried inside of you. โMissed you so much, I thought about you all day. I kept checking my watch, counting down the hours until I could see you again.โ
There's something unfairly attractive about him like this. His usually so composed in his suits and professional demeanour, now completely undone. His cheeks are flushed from the heat of the bath, his lips parted as he watches you move above him, and those tired, dark eyes are filled with something that makes your heart flutter.
"You're beautiful," he says, almost reverent, one hand leaving your hip to cup your face. Water drips from his fingers down your cheek. โDo you know that? How beautiful you are?โ
You lean into his touch, your own hands braced on his shoulders for leverage. "You might have mentioned it a few times today before work.โ
"Not enough, then." He pulls you down into a kiss, slow and deep, his tongue sliding against yours as you continue to move. When he pulls back, he's smilingโthat rare, genuine smile that transforms his whole face. "I should tell you more often.โ
The water sloshes dangerously as you pick up your pace, and Hiromi makes a low sound of appreciation, his head falling back against the edge of the tub. His hands slide up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts, and you gasp at the sensation.
"That's my girl," he murmurs, his voice dropping lower. "Taking me so perfectly. You feel incredible.โ
There's something about the praise, the genuine affection in his tone, that makes everything feel more intense. This isn't just sex. It's comfort, connection, coming home to each other after a long day and finding solace in familiar touches.
"Hiromi," you breathe, your rhythm faltering as pleasure builds low in your stomach. โFuck, I'm-โ
"I know." One hand slides between your bodies, finding your clit with practised ease. The water makes his touch slippery, maddening, and you rock against his hand desperately. "I've got you. Come for me, darling.โ
His other hand tangles in your wet hair, pulling you down for another kiss as his hips start to move beneath you, meeting your movements with deep, purposeful thrusts that make the water splash over the side of the tub. But you just can't seem to bring yourself to care about the mess.
"So good to me," he murmurs against your lips. "So perfect. What did I do to deserve you?โ
The combination of his fingers, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur, and his voice, fuck, that deep, sincere voice telling you how much he wants you, needs you, sends you over the edge. Your orgasm rolls through you in waves that seem to match the water around you, and you bury your face in his neck to muffle your moans.
"Beautiful," Hiromi groans, his rhythm becoming erratic as you clench around him. โYou're so beautiful when you come undone for me.โ
He follows moments later, his grip on you tightening as he buries himself deep, your name falling from his lips like something precious. For a long moment, you stay like that, wrapped around each other in the cooling water, both breathing hard.
When you finally lift your head to look at him, his expression is soft, content in a way you rarely see. He reaches up to brush wet strands of hair from your face, his touch impossibly gentle.
"Thank you," he says quietly.
"For the sex?" you tease, though your voice is breathless.
"For coming home to me." He pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "For being here.โ
You settle against his chest, the water lapping gently around you both. "Always," you murmur. "Though we should probably clean up this mess before it leaks through to our downstairs neighbour.โ
He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest beneath your ear. โIn a minute. Let me hold you first.โ
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your husband had been in a foul mood all day. he gave one word answers, his tongue poked at his cheek, while his gaze narrowed out the window like he was lost in thought.
you sat in bed, tucked under the navy blue comforter in your silk nightgown, awaiting your husbands return from putting your two daughters to bed.
suguru shuffled back into the room, stopping at edge of the bed and slipping his house shoes off.
โsuguโ.โ
โhm?โ
โwhatโs wrong?โ your back pressed against the head board, head tilting at your husbands gloomy expression.
suguru parted his lips slightly, then closed again, he shook his head slowly.
โsโnothing, sweetheart.โ his voice was low, tired, and anything but reassuring.
the bed dipped beside you as he crawled onto his side of the bed, his head immediately finding its way into your lap.
nothing my ass.
his arms wrapped around your waist instinctively, before letting out a soft sigh.
โsuguru.โ one of your hands gently brushed his hair out of his face, tucking the long raven strands behind his ear.
โmm.โ
โwhat is it?"
he let out a huff, "I found a gray."
your hand froze in is hair, you were confused by what he meant for a split second before you saw it, a long shiny gray strand that loudly stood out in the rest of his luscious black strands.
"oh my gosh, babe I see it!" your husband groaned and pulled the covers over his head, earning a giggle from you.
you pulled the covers back down revealing the slight pout on his face, "sugu' its not that big of a deal, most dads are balding by your age, you have nothing to worry about."
your husband rolled back to his side of the bed, head plopping onto the cold pillow while his arms reached to pull you back into him, your cheek pressed against his shoulder in an attempt to steal the warmth off of his body.
"s'not just that."
your head lifted from suguru's shoulder the slightest bit, brows bunched in confusion.
"the girls didn't want me to give them their goodnight kiss, they said... that they were 'too old' for that."
your heart shattered right then and there. the look on your poor husbands face could've brought you to tears. you wasted no time in pulling his head into your arms and peppering his face with kisses.
"aww my poor baby."
"m'gonna murder whatever stupid kid got that idea in their heads."
a soft snort erupted from you, "sugu' they're in second grade, relax."
a/n this is terrible but I came up with the idea at 1 am, also knight trying to update for more than two days in a row without leaving for weeks challenge, starts now :p
Suguru Geto doesnโt kiss. Only hits it from the back. Doesnโt stay the night. And he definitely doesnโt chase. Everything with him is simple and transactionalโ until the new girl at the party rejects him without blinking. Now heโs got something to prove. The only problem? The closer he gets, the harder it is to pretend itโs just a game.
a/n: chococat and frat!geto are both so underrated >:( and the amount of times i accidentally wrote fart instead of frat
(credits to @/VoidBringerr on x for that lucious fanart :P credits to @bhavihelps for the divider :D)
Suguru Geto, vice president of the frat, walked like the world had already signed itself over to him. Girls gravitated toward him like it was instinct. He didnโt chase. He didnโt try. He didnโt need to. They lined up anyway.
Suguru Geto who rolled into lectures twenty minutes lateโthat was if he even showed up at allโand still somehow pulled stellar grades. Suguru Geto who submitted assignments seconds before the deadline, unbothered, unhurried, like time itself would wait for him. Suguru Geto who never really had to work for anything.
Things just came easy to him. Until you.
Shoko introduced you at one of the frats parties.
Youโd been her childhood best friend before your parents moved overseas for work, and when she found out you were coming backโsame college, same cityโshe nearly lost her mind. Promised sheโd show you everything. The best cafรฉs. The quiet corners of town. And of course, the โhot parties.โ
The hot parties were always at the same place.
Infamous brothers. Infamous parties. The kind of place people warned you about and went to anyway. Geto and Gojo at the center of it all, like twin pillars of chaos and charm.
They carried a reputation like cologneโexpensive, heavy, impossible to ignore.
Even you, the new girl, had heard the stories.
Frat boys who only did casual. Hook up, have their fun, and send you home before you could even fully come down from the high of it. Donโt linger. Donโt catch feelings. It was practically printed in invisible ink on the walls of that house.
And honestly? The rumors didnโt bother them. If anything, it saved them the trouble.
Most girls knew exactly what they were walking into. Some even liked it that way. No strings. No expectations. No pretending it was something deeper.
And Suguru was always clear. He didnโt chase, he selects.ย
No lingering.
No feelings.
No kissing.
No sleeping over.
Clean lines. Clear rules. Strictly transactional. Mutual pleasure, nothing more.
You walked into the party trying not to look as out of place as you felt.
People moved through the frat house like they owned itโlike theyโd been born under neon lights and bass-boosted speakers. You followed behind Shoko as she pulled you through the crowd, grinning like she was about to present you with a prize.
โSatoru, Suguru!โ Shoko called out.
Shoko looked like she had personally delivered a miracle. Her hands in the air around you. Basically like that one picture of Will Smith.
They turned immediately.
โShoko has told me so much about you!โ Satoru beamed before pulling you into a hug that was all limbs and spilled alcohol. His drink sloshed onto your top and his shirt. He didnโt even care, or didnโt notice.
โIโm glad I can finally put a pretty face to the name.โ He pulled back, still holding your hand, and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. Surprisingly gentle. Almost princely.
You laughed, easing your hand back. โIโve heard a lot about you too.โ
From the side, Suguruโs eyes dragged over youโslow, assessing.
โGood things, I hope?โ Satoru grinned. He knew better. Most things people said about him werenโt flattering. Just accurate.
โSomething like that.โ you smiled, soft and amused.ย
The sound of your laugh did something strange to Suguruโs chest. A small, sharp skip. He frowned internally. That was new. Heโd watched girls strip in front of him without so much as a pulse change. Why did a simple smile from you feel different?
โYou must be Suguru, right?โ you turned toward him.
Heโd already been staring. He didnโt even pretend otherwise.
โYeah,โ he replied smoothly, confidence sliding back into place like it had never left.ย
โItโs nice to meet you.โ You said. He stepped forward and pulled you into a hug, hands settling at your waist. Familiar. Controlled. Easy.
โNice to meet you too, pretty girl,โ he murmured, shifting so his arm rested around your shoulders afterward, keeping you tucked neatly under his side.
โLetโs get you something to drink.โ
The kitchen counter was cluttered with liquor bottles, and red cups stacked in the corner. He grabbed one and started mixing something without asking what you liked. You took the cup when he handed it to you. Your fingers brushing.
โThank you.โ It was small. Polite. Not breathless. Not flustered.
He showed you around the house, introducing you to the brothers and the regular girls who might as well have been honorary members at this point. The house was massive, loud, vibrating with music blasted by DJ Yuโa freshman whoโd apparently been given the job mostly to prevent him from launching himself off the roof into the pool and breaking his bones.
You laughed at that. Suguru liked the sound again. Too much. โThank you for the tour, Suguru,โ you said eventually, still loosely under his arm.
โWeโre not done yet,โ he replied quickly. โHavenโt shown you upstairs.โ He winked. This was the part where girls usually blushed. Leaned closer. Whispered something suggestive. Begged, even. Insteadโ
โIโm fine.โ You stepped away. His arm dropped. The music kept playing. People kept going around him. But something in his head went quiet.
Rejection? Thatโฆ didnโt happen.ย
โIโm going to look for Shoko. Thanks for the tour though.โ
You waved lightly before heading toward the couch where Shoko sat between Yuki and Satoru. You slipped down next to her, and she draped her arm around your shouldersโthe same place Suguruโs had been moments ago.
He stood there for half a second too long.
Then he followed.
He sat on the armrest of the couch, close enough to still be in your space, but not touching this time. Not claiming.
Something in his ego feltโฆ dented. You hadnโt blushed. Hadnโt hesitated, hadn't chased. You just walked away. A strange feeling settled in his chest. It was small, but sharp. Annoying. His pride stung in a way it never had before. This didnโt happen to him. Usually it was easy. A lazy wink. A hand at someoneโs waist. A low comment spoken close enough to feel. Girls were already leaning in, already asking to go upstairs before he even decided if he wanted them.
He didnโt chase. He never had to. So why did the thought of you walking away still sit wrong with him? It wasnโt about you. It couldnโt be. It was just the rejection. He had something to prove something to himself now. He saw you as a challenge.
And Suguru liked winning.
He had been so sure he would win.
There was something in him that needed to prove it โ not just to himself, but to his friends too. Even though they hadnโt seen him get rejected by you.
Drunk,immature, and his ego bruised in a way heโd never experienced before, heโd walked straight over to the other frat brothers โ Satoru, Haibara, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna โ like it was nothing. Like you were nothing. โI can bag her,โ heโd said with a careless laugh. โEven when sheโs being difficult.โ
Theyโd teased him, of course. Raised brows. Doubt. Curiosity. Heโd leaned back in his chair, drink in hand, acting like it was already decided.
โI like the challenge,โ heโd added. โSheโs my challenge.โ
And Suguru had always been the one who could make even the most stubborn girls soften. Fold. Give in. And to him you were certainly one of those.
โห๊ฉ๏ฝก๐ี. .ี๐ฆฏโ. ๐ ห
Next Friday, he stood near the couch, drink loose in his hand, eyes fixed on the front door more than heโd admit.ย
Waiting for you.
Satoru had insisted on the pajama party. โIntimate,โ heโd called it. No one bought it. It was just an excuse to see girls in lace and silk. Satoru looked unfair as usual. Blue plaid pajama pants hanging low, thin white shirt clinging in a way that made people stare too long. He acted oblivious. He wasnโt.
Suguru wasnโt exactly subtle either.
Grey sweatpants. Black shirt. Sleeves pushed up just enough to expose strong forearms, veins faint but still prominent beneath warm skin. The cotton of his shirt clung lightly to his chest and shoulders, outlining muscle without trying too hard. It stretched when he moved, hinting at the strength underneath.
He looked comfortable. Relaxed.
The sweatpants hung low on his hips, the fabric thin enough to suggest more than it hid. When he shifted his weight or leaned back against the counter, the outline of his bulge noticeable. Not exaggerated. Just there. Impossible to ignore if someone let their eyes wander.
And people were looking. He could feel it. A few girls tried to be subtle. Most werenโt. Normally heโd smirk. Maybe lean back a little more. Let them look. Tonight, though, his attention stayed fixed on the door. Until you walked in.
Your eyes met his from across the room before you started walking toward him.
And just like that, something shifted. The air felt heavier. Quieter.
You were wearing a small purple lace and silk sleep dress โ delicate straps resting on your shoulders, the fabric catching the light with every step you took. It skimmed your body just enough to leave very little to his imagination.
He loved your outfit.
The way the lace traced your silhouette. The way the silk moved softly against your thighs. The way it looked like it had been made just for you.
Heat pooled low in his stomach before he could stop it. His hand tightened subtly around the cup he was holding, pupils dilating as his gaze dragged โ slow, deliberate โ from your face down to the hem of your dress and back up again.
But it wasnโt just desire. It was the way you walked toward him. Calm. Unhurried. Like you knew exactly what you were doing to him.
When you hugged him โ when your body pressed against his โ he felt exactly how you fit against him. The thin layers of fabric between you did very little to dull the contact. Warm. Close. Distractingly close.
His body went rigid for half a second, hyperaware of every point of contact. The heat pooling low in his stomach felt even heavier, unwelcome in how fast it came.
You pulled away first. His hands lingered at your waist a second too long before dropping. He followed you into the kitchen without thinking about it. โDo you always do this?โ you asked, not turning around, focused on pouring yourself a drink.
โDo what?โ he replied, leaning back against the counter, palms resting against the edge behind him. Casual. Like he wasnโt watching you over the rim of his cup. โFollowing girls around,โ you clarified, taking a sip before leaning back as well. Now you were beside him. Close enough that your arms brushed lightly.
He didnโt move away. โNo. Just you.โ Smooth. Effortless. Delivered like it wasnโt a line.
โYouโre so rehearsed,โ you snickered into your drink. You barely looked at him. Your attention drifted to the kitchen, the music, the people passing by. You adjusted the hem of your dress. Anything but him.
And that โ more than anything โ got under his skin. Because he was used to being the center of attention.
He was used to being watched. But you? You acted like he was optional. His jaw tightened slightly, though his smile stayed lazy.
โIf Iโm rehearsed,โ he said, pushing off the counter. He stepped into your space, one hand bracing against the surface behind you. Close enough to crowd. Not close enough to touch.
โI wouldnโt be standing here trying to figure you out.โ His head tilted slightly as he leaned in, just a fraction closer. There was something different in his tone now. Less polished. Less automatic.
He let it show โ just a little โ that this wasnโt routine. That he was actually trying. You raised a brow lazily, finally meeting his eyes. โBut go on,โ he continued, softer, almost coaxing. โIf I'm rehearsed, tell me what you think Iโm going to say next.โ
His other hand came to rest on the counter behind you, boxing you in without quite trapping you. Testing. Seeing how much youโd tolerate. How far he could push before you pushed back.
You only chuckled. Took another slow sip of your drink. Like his proximity meant nothing. Like he wasnโt practically caging you in. You set your cup down and crossed your arms. โYouโre trying to figure me out?โ you said evenly. โYouโre doing a bad job, then.โ
A quiet beat passed. โAm I?โ His voice lowered, amusement threading through it. He liked this. The resistance. The way you didnโt melt or giggle or fold. โAnd yetโฆโ A lazy smirk curved his mouth. โYouโre still standing here.โ
The confidence was still there โ but thinner now. Sharpened. His eyes dropped to your lips for a second. Just long enough. Just slow enough.ย
โIโm still here because Iโm entertained. Not because Iโm doing you a favor by letting you figure me out,โ you said evenly. Calm. Almost absentminded.
You took a small sip of your drink. โIโm also curious what cheesy line youโre going to try next.โ
Suguruโs lips twitched. A quiet breath left him โ not quite a laugh, but close. โCheesy?โ he echoed softly. He reached up without asking, fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. Slow. Deliberate. Tucking it behind your ear like he had every right to. Then he leaned in. Close enough that his breath ghosted over your skin, lips barely grazing the shell of your ear. โWanna find out?โ he murmured.
He pulled back just enough to watch your reaction. Waiting for the shift. The blush. The swallow. The crack in your composure. It never came. Your expression stayed the same. Relaxed. Mildly bored.ย
โI'm good.โ
Two simple words. You nudged his arm away โ not aggressively, just enough to move past him โ and walked back toward the couch where Haibara, Shoko, and Yuki were sitting. Like it was nothing.
Like he hadnโt just made a move on you. Suguru stayed where he was. For a second, he didnโt move. He didnโt fully process it. The rejection hit slower this time. Not sharp. Just heavy. Settling somewhere behind his ribs.
His heart was still beating too fast from the closeness. From the warmth of you. From the almost. He wasnโt sure what churned in his stomach more.
The sting of being brushed off. Or the fact that he wanted to try again.
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Suguru was fucked.
The scene from last Friday wouldnโt leave him alone. It replayed in his mind in sharp, unforgiving detail. The way you looked at him. The way you sounded. The way you said Iโm good like he wasnโt worth your time.
He could still remember how close you were. The warmth of your body. The faint trace of your perfume that seemed to linger in his memory no matter how many showers he took.
He had thought about that single interaction more than the dirtiest things he had ever done. And he hadnโt even properly touched you. Every time it replayed, something twisted low in his stomach. Not lust. Not exactly. Something heavier. Stranger.
Something heโd never felt before.
His lecture dragged on endlessly. Some rant about foreign economies and stock markets. The professor also spiraling about his own investments tanking.
Suguru didnโt hear a word. His thoughts kept circling back to you. When class finally ended, he left without thinking, shoulders tense, jaw tight.
Everything felt dull. Boring. Until he saw you. Sitting on a bench outside. Headphones in. Sunlight spilling over you like it was intentional. Like the universe was presenting him with something he wasnโt sure he deserved.
You lookedโฆ beautiful. Your legs crossed neatly. Your outfit soft, effortless. Your hair falling perfectly over your shoulders. Brows slightly furrowed as you stared at your phone.
Beautiful.
The word made him pause.
Heโd called girls hot. Sexy. But beautiful? Perfect? That was new. And he didnโt like how easily it was when it came to you.
He swallowed the thought down quickly. It was just the chase. That was all this was. Right?
He called your name as he approached. You looked up at him. And his heartbeat ticked up, just slightly. โOh, hi,โ you said, tugging one headphone out.
โYou done for today?โ he asked casually, already calculating how he could stretch this interaction. โOne lecture left,โ you sighed, slipping your phone into your pocket and pulling the other headphone out.
โWhen?โ
โTen minutes.โ
โCome on. Iโll walk you.โ
He didnโt wait for permission. He picked up your bag from the ground and slung it over his shoulder like it belonged there.
โYou donโt have to,โ you called, following behind him as he started toward the main building.
โWhereโs your lecture?โ
He ignored the protest entirely.
โ018.โ
He adjusted his pace slightly so you could keep up, leading you toward the back of the building without another word.
The hallway was quieter here.
Room 018 came into view on your right.
He stopped in front of you. You stepped closer, reaching up to tug your bag off his shoulder. โThank you for walking me,โ you said lightly. โEven if it was against my will.โย
He scoffed, crossing his arms. โSo charming,โ he muttered.
โIโll see you later.โ He ruffled your hair โ casual, almost teasing โ before stepping past you and walking away.
Good thing he walked away. Otherwise he wouldโve seen it โ the slight widening of your eyes, the faint warmth rising to your cheeks where heโd ruffled your hair.
The last time โ at the party โ he had been closer to you. Closer than this. But there had been dim lighting and music loud enough to swallow hesitation. Alcohol warming your skin. Shadows to hide behind. This time there was none of that.
No haze. No flickering lights softening the edges. Just daylight pouring through the windows. Just the quiet hum of campus around you. Just him standing there, fully aware, fully sober. Good thing he walked away.
Otherwise he wouldโve seen it โ the slight widening of your eyes, the faint warmth rising to your cheeks where heโd ruffled your hair. He wouldโve known heโd affected you.
An hour later, you stepped out of your lecture hall. And stopped. Suguru was leaning against the wall across from the door. Like heโd been there the whole time.
His phone hung loosely in his hand, forgotten. He found your eyes almost immediately, a lazy smirk spreading across his face like this had been inevitable. โWhat are you doing here?โ you asked, walking up to him.
He hadnโt prepared an answer. Not really. โThought Iโd walk you home,โ he said honestly. The words leaving before he could dress them up. You blinked at him. โYou waited an hour to walk me home?โ A small huff escaped you โ half disbelief, half something else.
โDonโt ask questions you already know the answer to,โ he replied, pushing off the wall. His hands slipped from his pockets, reaching for your bag again and slinging it over his shoulder like it belonged there.
You fell into step beside him this time. โFor someone with such a reputation,โ you said lightly, โyouโre being such a gentleman.โ
โAnd what does that reputation entail?โ he asked, glancing down at you like he genuinely didnโt know. Of course he knew. He just wanted to hear what you thought and heard.
โCome on,โ you muttered, looking away. โYou know what people say about you.โ
โI do,โ he replied smoothly. โBut Iโm wondering what you heard.โ There was something different in his tone now. Less teasing. More searching. Because for once, it wasnโt about what the campus thought. It was about what you thought.
โYouโre a manwhore,โ you said plainly. No hesitation. No sugarcoating. His eyebrow twitched slightly. โYou donโt do face-to-face,โ you continued. โAnd you donโt kiss.โ Your gaze stayed forward, focused on the path ahead. His eyes, however, were locked on you.
โPeople talk,โ he said simply. Even though most of it was true. He had kissed a few girls back in freshman year. Early on. Back when he was still figuring out what he preferred during hook ups.
Heโd learned quickly that he didnโt. Kissing complicated things. It made girls linger. Made them think. Made him pretend he wanted something more. โSo itโs not true?โ you asked, your gaze snapping up to him.
โI didnโt say that,โ he chuckled, glancing back at you. This time, you were the one who looked away first. A quiet beat passed.
โWhy no kissing?โ you asked. There wasnโt judgment in your voice. Just curiosity. That made it harder to brush off. He exhaled through his nose, shoulders rolling slightly as he considered how to phrase it.
โKeeps things easy,โ he said finally. โSex is transactional. You feel good, I feel good. End of story.โ
His tone was matter-of-fact. Almost clinical.
โBut most people donโt get anything out of kissing,โ he continued. โYou kiss someone because you want to be close to them.โ His eyes flickered toward you. โSeems more personal than sex to me.โ He said it like it was obvious. Logical.
Like it was the most reasonable thing in the world. And you could follow what he meant. You understood the train of thought. You just couldnโt understand him. Because to you, that sounded backwards.
Detached. Safe. And maybe that was the point. โHow do you even get in the mood without kissing?โ you asked. You were trying to follow his logic. You really were.
โYou just do,โ he replied easily. โYou donโt really get in the mood to do your assignments either, but you still do them.โ He said it like it made perfect sense. You giggled. It was soft. Unfiltered. And something in him twitched at the sound.
Heโd had girls whisper filth in his ear. Beg. Moan. Say things far more obscene. And yet a simple giggle from you did more to him than any of it ever had. โThatโsโฆ one way to put it,โ you said, shaking your head slightly.
โWhat about you?โ he asked.
โMh?โ
โWhat do you like?โ
The question caught you off guard.
โUhโฆโ
You frowned faintly, thinking.
No one had really asked you that before.
You knew how to flirt. Youโve had boyfriends before โ not many, you could still count them on one hand. From the outside theyโd all seemed fine. Good guys. But when it came down to itโฆ They hadnโt really known what to do with you. Everything had always revolved around them. Their pace. Their finish. โI donโtโฆ know?โ you admitted, shoulders lifting slightly.
โWhat do you mean? Even virgins know what they like.โ He looked at you, genuinely confused.
โIโve had a few boyfriends,โ you said quietly, a hint of pink rising to your cheeks. โBut they werenโt really any good. And whenever I tried to explain or try something differentโฆ it didnโt really work.โ There was embarrassment there. Not dramatic. Just subtle. Like youโd quietly decided somewhere along the way that maybe you were the problem.
โMaybe Iโm just not made for sex,โ you added with a small, almost self-conscious laugh.
Something in Suguru hardened at that. Not lust. Not entirely. Something sharper. Because the idea of you thinking that โ of some mediocre guys fumbling their way through you and leaving you convinced you were the issue โ irritated him more than it should have.
โOr,โ he said calmly, cutting in, โyou just didnโt have the right partners.โ
โWhen it happens with one boyfriend, it could be coincidence,โ you said with a faint, bitter chuckle. โWhen it happens with two? Thatโs not really a coincidence anymore.โ
He looked at you differently then. Not like prey. Not like a challenge. Like something he wanted to prove wrong. โIf you had the wrong ones twice,โ he said evenly, โthat just means your sample size was bad.โ There was a faint smirk there, but softer than usual.
โIt doesnโt mean thereโs anything wrong with you.โ His tone wasnโt teasing. It was steady. Certain.ย
And for once, he wasnโt trying to get you into bed (well not completely) He was trying to undo something someone else had planted in your head. And that mightโve been worse for him. Because this wasnโt about winning a challenge anymore. It was about wanting to be the one who showed you differently.
โThanks,โ you said softly. โThatโsโฆ oddly comforting.โ For a second, something warm settled between you.
โMaybe I could be the one to show you,โ he added, a wink following right after.
And just like that, the warmth shifted. A quiet bucket of disappointment washed over you. Right. He was still him. Still the campus manwhore. Still the guy who turned everything into an invitation. โYeah,โ you said lightly, pushing his shoulder with two fingers, โno thank you.โ
He laughed, not offended. But something flickered behind his eyes โ quick. Almost unreadable. The conversation eased after that. Safer topics. His time in college. Your time overseas. Gossip about mutual acquaintances. Who dated who. Who cheated. Who dropped out.
It felt normal. Almost easy. And that was the dangerous part. Because you genuinely enjoyed talking to him. By the time you reached your building, the sky had softened into late afternoon gold. You stopped at your door. โThank you,โ you said, taking your bag back from him. โI really enjoyed our talk.โ
And you meant it. His expression shifted โ subtle, but softer than the smirking version he wore so easily. โMy pleasure,โ he replied. Polite. Controlled.
โIโll see you around.โ He gave you a small wave before stepping back from the entrance, giving you space as you unlocked your door.ย
He didnโt linger. But as he walked away, hands sliding back into his pockets, something about the interaction replayed in his mind.ย
He enjoyed talking to you. Not flirting. Not teasing. Talking. And for the first time, Suguru wasnโt sure if that made things easierโฆ Or infinitely more complicated.
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โWhere are you going?โ he asked when you took a different turn instead of heading toward your building. He was standing outside your lecture hall again, like he had been for the past few weeks. It had become a routine of sorts โ he would wait for you, walk you home, and talk with you about nothing and everything.
โI have to go to the library,โ you replied. โMy professor assigned something last minute, and I want to get it done before the weekend.โ
Suguru fell into step beside you without hesitation. โMind if I join?โ he asked, his arm settling over your shoulder in a way that had slowly become familiar. At some point, you had stopped shrugging it off.
โSure,โ you said, looking up at him with a stern expression. โIf you promise to be quiet.โ
โI promise,โ he replied, lifting his pinky in a childish gesture.
You sighed, but your lips curved slightly as you hooked your pinky around his. A pinky promise. The library was warm and quiet when you stepped inside, the faint scent of paper and coffee lingering in the air. You led him toward a quiet corner where a small table with two chairs sat facing each other.
To your surprise, he actually kept his promise. He opened his laptop and pulled up his own assignment, though he barely looked at it. Most of his attention was on you. He watched the way your hair fell forward when you leaned down to write, the way your sweater slipped slightly off one shoulder, the crease between your brows when you concentrated, the back of the pen resting against your soft bottom lip. His textbook sat open and untouched, the words blurring together because he couldnโt stop glancing up at you.
โI have to grab something,โ you said eventually, standing from your chair. He stood immediately. โIโll come with you.โ
โYou do that a lot,โ you remarked as you scanned the shelves. โFollowing behind me.โ
โAre we having this conversation again?โ he replied lightly, his eyes focused on you rather than the rows of books.
โYouโre like a big puppy.โ
He laughed at that, an actual, unguarded laugh. โThatโs what Iโve been reduced to?โ
โThatโs what youโve been upgraded to,โ you corrected as you spotted the book you needed. It was on the top shelf. You stretched up on your toes, your fingers barely grazing the metal edge beneath it. Suguru stepped closer behind you, not quite touching you but close enough that you could feel the warmth of him at your back. He reached over you easily and grabbed the book.
Instead of handing it to you, he lifted it just slightly higher. You turned around with a small frown, your brows knitting together as you tried to reach for it again. He watched you from above, his smirk lazy but his heartbeat louder than he liked to admit.
โNot even a thank you you? Or a please,โ he teased. โDidnโt think you were ill-mannered.โย
โDo you want me to beg you?โ you countered, your tone unimpressed. The thought alone made something stir in him. โWould you?โ he asked, leaning a fraction closer.
โNo,โ you replied immediately, crossing your arms despite the way your stomach fluttered at his proximity.
โThen youโre not getting your book aboutโฆโ He glanced at the cover. โInternational politics.โ You flushed faintly, embarrassed that he had said the title out loud when it was perfectly normal.
โFine.โ
He waited, expecting more. โPlease, Suguru,โ you said flatly.
It wasnโt breathless or sweet like he had imagined, but hearing his name leave your lips so casually still did something to him that caught him off guard.
โNot good enough,โ he replied, shaking his head.
โYouโre enjoying this, arenโt you?โ you said, refusing to give him the satisfaction of looking flustered. โDo you have some sort of worship kink?โ
He chuckled and stepped closer until his chest brushed lightly against your body. โJust trying to teach you manners.โ
You scoffed. โFine. Keep the book.โ You pushed past him and walked back toward the table, your pride too intact to play along with whatever game he was trying to start. After a second, he followed you, the book still in his hand. This hadnโt gone the way he imagined. You didnโt fold. You didnโt beg. You didnโt give him what he wanted.
And he hated how much he liked that. โIโm going home,โ you said as you began packing your bag. โAlready?โ he asked.
โMight as well. I canโt really go any further without that book.โ
You walked ahead of him again, refusing to look back, your pride too strong to let him win.
And as he followed behind you โ because of course he did โ Suguru realized he admired that stubbornness far more than he should have.
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His room was quiet, the late afternoon light spilling lazily across the floor. Suguru lounged on his bed with his phone in hand, half-reading through the fraternity council group chat. Over a hundred messages flooded the screen about some reckless freshmen stunt that could get the house in trouble. Arguments about whether to kick them out or just put them on social probation dragged on endlessly. He barely cared.ย
His phone suddenly rang. Your name lit up the screen. The number you had reluctantly given him two weeks ago. A smile spread across his face before he even realized it.
โSweetheartโโ
โYou really took that book with you?โ you half-yelled through the phone.
His smile shifted into a slow smirk as he leaned back against his pillows. Usually you were composed, cool, untouchable. Hearing you slightly ruffled did something to him.
โYou said I could keep it,โ he replied lazily.
โI didnโt expect you to actually take it.โ
โYou told me to. Who am I not to comply?โ
โDid you even register it, or did you just steal it?โ
โItโs not stealing if I bring it back.โ
He could practically hear your eye roll through the phone.
โWhat do you even want with that specific book?โ
โFor someone as smart as you, youโre awfully slow.โ
โWhatโs that supposed to mean?โ
โI dont want that book. I just want to hear you say please.โ
โI already did,โ you snapped.
โThat wasnโt good enough.โ
โThen you shouldโve been more specific.โ
โI was specific,โ he said calmly. โJust say the words and Iโll give it to you.โ
โOh, please, Suguru,โ you replied in an overly sweet, dripping tone.
It was sarcasm.
But the effect was very real.
โGo on,โ he murmured, smirk widening.ย
โFuck off.โ The line went dead. He stared at his phone. You really just hung up on him. He almost pouted. Still, he was getting closer. You wouldnโt be this annoyed if you didnโt care.
Twenty minutes later, a knock sounded at his door. He rolled off his bed, expecting Satoru, maybe Haibara or another brother.
Instead, you stood there. Arms crossed. Cute frown firmly in place. โGive me that book.โ No greeting. No smile.
โSo impolite,โ he tsked, leaning against the doorframe. He found it amusing that you had come all the way here for a book you could probably find online. A part of him wanted to believe you were enjoying this just as much as he was.
โSuguru, please. I have plans this weekend, and the deadlineโs Monday.โ
โYouโre getting closer,โ he replied.
You stepped inside his room without waiting for permission. It was surprisingly tidy for a frat house. You went straight to his desk and began rummaging through the drawers.
โIt could save you a real headache if you just asked nicely enough,โ he said, watching you search. You straightened and finally turned to face him. There was something different in your eyes now. Determined. Slightly desperate.
โSuguru,โ you exhaled. โI really need the book. Please.โ That one was more sincere. And it hit harder than the sarcastic ones. He didnโt move. From the outside, he looked unbothered. Inside, his stomach was flipping and his heart was beating fast enough to power a small city.
โPlease,โ you said again, softer this time. He swallowed. โKnew you could be polite,โ he said lightly, ruffling your hair before stepping past you.
He grabbed the book from his bag. It hadnโt moved since the library. Your hands reached for it immediately. He pulled it back again. โWhat are your plans this weekend?โ he asked casually.
Your expression shifted to mild annoyance. โSeeing a friend.โ
A friend? His jaw tightened slightly. What kind of friend? Why did that word suddenly irritate him? โWhat friend?โ he pressed.
You scoffed. โI came here to get a book, and now youโre interrogating me about my social life.โ
โYou want the book?โ he challenged. You hesitated for a second. โIโm going on a blind date. Now can I please have my book?โ
A blind date. The word landed heavier than he expected. Jealousy flared before he could stop it. It didnโt make sense. You were a challenge. A game. A mission to see how long it would take to get you in his bed. So why did the idea of someone else sitting across from you make something ugly twist in his chest?
He lowered the book without another word. You grabbed it immediately. โThank you,โ you said, smiling.
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Suguru laid quietly in his bed that same night you came storming into his room. His head clouded with jealousy and also lust.ย
You saying โplease' and almost begging him really did something to him. It may have been because you wanted a book and not because you wanted him, but that didn't matter to him. The words that bordered on begging had taken their toll on him, and especially on his cock.
The room was dark, except for the faint glow of moonlight slipping through the curtains, casting shadows over the rumpled sheets. Suguru's chest rose and fell unevenly, his mind replaying the scene over and over.ย
'Suguru, I really need this. Please.' Fuck, the way your eyes had locked on his. It twisted something deep in his gut, even when he had completely taken your words out of context.
A hot coil of envy still in his stomach because of that stupid blind date, but his dick still throbbing with need.
He groaned low in his throat, palming himself through the thin material, feeling the heat radiate from his skin.ย
With a frustrated huff, Suguru shoved his boxers and sweats down his thighs, freeing his cock. It sprang up, thick and heavy, the tip already glistening with pre-cum in the dim light. He wrapped his hand around the base, squeezing firmly, and let out a shaky breath.ย
His mind flooded with images: you on your knees, not for your blind date, but only for him. Begging to touch him, to taste him.
'Please,' you'd probably whisper, lips parted, eyes dark with want.
He started stroking, slow at first, his fist gliding up the shaft, thumb swiping over the sensitive head to spread the slickness. A jolt of pleasure shot through him, making his hips buck involuntarily. Fuck, he was so hard it ached, veins pulsing under his grip. He picked up the pace, hand twisting slightly, imagining your mouth insteadโwet and warm, sucking him down greedily.
His free hand clutched the sheets, knuckles white, as he jerked faster, the slick sound of skin on skin filling the quiet room. His balls tightened, drawing up as the pressure built low in his belly.
ย He muttered your name, head falling back against the pillow.
In his mind, you were there, begging louder, your voice breaking as you rode him, pussy clenching around his cock. He thrust into his fist, chasing that fantasy, breaths coming in ragged pants.ย
He couldn't hold it anymore.
With a choked groan, Suguru came, hot spurts of cum shooting over his hand and stomach, his body shuddering with the force of it. He milked himself through it, every last pulse, until he slumped back, spent and sticky. The jealousy lingered, a dull ache.
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Suguru had almost manifested it โ the worst possible outcome.
And somehow, the night had gone exactly that way.
Thatโs how you ended up still wearing your date outfit โ burgundy dress, black heels โ on a grimy frat couch, completely out of place in the chaos of the house. But right now, you didnโt care.
The bass thumped through the house hard enough to rattle the walls, music vibrating through the floorboards. The air was thick with sweat, perfume, and cheap alcohol. Out in the yard, a small group lingered in the glow of porch lights, passing a blunt between them and laughing too loudly. Satoru stood near the kitchen island, effortlessly charming two girls at once, his grin bright and shameless, while across the dance floor Toji had a girl pressed flush against him, moving in a way that made it very clear neither of them cared who was watching.
Suguru sat beside you, arm wrapped loosely around your shoulders. His thumb traced slow, absentminded patterns along your arm while he held his cup in the other hand, occasionally bringing it to your lips so you could take a sip.
You leaned into him slightly.
He leaned back into the couch, gaze lazily fixed on you, pretending he wasnโt studying every expression on your face.
โHe was barely taller than me,โ you complained, arms crossing. โAnd in the same sentence he claimed he was 6โ1.โ
Suguru brought the cup closer to your mouth again. You took a sip.
โThat sucks, sweetheart,โ he murmured, rubbing your arm soothingly.
โHe wore this stupid expensive watch and could not stop talking about it. I swear I just sat through a forty-five minute TED Talk about watches.โ
You let your head fall back lightly against his chest.
His heartbeat picked up immediately.
Your perfume. The warmth of your body. The way you looked โ dressed up for some idiot who didnโt deserve it.
He kept his expression neutral. Secretly, he was relieved it had gone badly.
โAnd then,โ you continued dramatically, โhe showed me his stock portfolio. And then not even his car โ the car heโs planning to buy after college. Like thatโs supposed to impress me.โ
โBusiness major?โ Suguru asked knowingly.
โUgh. He was.โ You groaned into your hands. Hands completely covering your face now.
He chuckled quietly, then set his drink down and gently grabbed both of your wrists with one hand, pulling them away from where youโd buried your face.
You reached for his cup instead and took a long drink before handing it back to him.
โI donโt get it,โ you sighed. โI think Iโm cursed when it comes to men.โ
His jaw tightened slightly at that.
โOr,โ he said calmly, โyour taste is just terrible.โย ย
You shot him a look. He smirked faintly. โGood thing I could fix that for you.โย
You chuckled and nudged him lightly with your shoulder. For once, you didnโt follow it up with a snarky comment or a casual rejection. You just laughed. And he hated how much that did to him.
It shouldnโt have mattered. It was just a laugh. Just you relaxing around him for once. But something warm and unfamiliar twisted low in his stomach. Maybe turning this into a challenge hadnโt been his smartest idea. Because somewhere along the way, it had stopped feeling like one. He told himself it was still about the chase. About winning. About proving that even you would fold for him eventually.
But hope had started to creep in. And that was dangerous. โWouldnโt that just make you one of my bad decisions?โ you asked, tilting your head up at him.
His eyes were already on you.
โYou think Iโd treat you like that?โ he asked, and for once there wasnโt much teasing in it. There was something almost earnest there, like he genuinely needed to know.
โYou want me to be honest?โ you chuckled lightly.
โDepends,โ he said, though his voice wasnโt as steady as he wanted it to be.
You studied him for a second.
โI think some bad decisions could be worth it.โ
His breath caught before he could hide it. For a split second, his composure cracked โ eyes widening just slightly, jaw tightening like he was processing what you had just given him.
Worth it.
His heart was pounding in his throat now, loud enough that he was sure you could feel it through his chest.
His hand on your shoulder tightened slightly, pulling you closer without him fully realizing he was doing it. Your gazes didnโt break โ not once. Slowly, his free hand slid down to your wrist. He lifted it carefully, like it was something fragile.
His lips brushed against the pulse point there โ soft, lingering just long enough for you to feel the warmth of it.
Then higher, to the center of your palm. It wasnโt rushed. It wasnโt showy. It was deliberate. He looked back up at you. The music in the other room felt distant now. The world narrowing to the space between you.
โYou wonโt regret me,โ he said quietly.
At first, the kiss was soft โ exploring, tentative. But as it went on, it took on a life of its own. His tongue flicked against your lower lip, seeking entrance. When your mouth opened for him, he pressed closer, his body fitting against yours.
The kiss grew more urgent, more demanding. His hand left your cheek and tangled in your hair, pulling you even closer. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his body pressed against yours without an inch to spare. And the sounds he made โ low, almost desperate โ sent a shiver down your spine.ย
His mouth left yours, trailing hot kisses down your jawline, to the spot where your pulse thundered in your throat. You felt him smirk against your neck โ he knew what he was doing to you.
โWanna go?โ he murmured against your neck, his breath hot where your pulse fluttered.
You nodded eagerly. he was already on his feet.
Your hand stayed in his as he pulled you up with him, fingers tight around your wrist as he led you through the crowd and up the stairs. The music downstairs faded with every step, replaced by the sound of your own breathing and the rush of blood in your ears.
The second you stepped into his room, the door shut behind you with a heavy click.
He didnโt waste time.
His hands gripped your waist firmly, pulling you closer as his mouth crashed back onto yours. Tongues tangled languid and heatedโ exploring each other with deliberate strokes.ย
You toed off your heels with a quick kick, the clatter lost in the thrum of music drifting up from downstairs. His fingers found the zipper of your dress, tugging it down slowly.
The fabric loosened, slipping around your shoulders like a whisper of surrender. "Let me make you feel good," he murmured against your lips, voice low and rough, pulling back just enough for the words to sink in.ย
"I'll show you what your previous ones couldn't." His hands slid the straps down your arms, the dress pooling at your feet in a silken heap, leaving you exposed in nothing but your lingerieโlace clinging to your skin, a fragile barrier.
His mouth claimed yours again, the wet smacks of kisses echoing in the room, mingling with the bass-heavy rhythm from below. Both hands cupped the underside of your ass, lifting you effortlessly. Your legs hooked around his hips, and he carried you like that, devouring your mouth as if it were the last kiss he'd ever stealโdeep, insistent, stealing your breath.
He lowered himself onto the edge of the bed, settling you on his lap. One hand traced the curve of your waist, skin warm under his palm, before dipping lower to toy with the delicate lace of your panties.
His fingers lingered, teasing the edge, brushing close enough to make you ache. Then he slipped inside, parting your folds with a confident stroke. His thumb circled your clit in slow, firm circles while two fingers curled into you, pressing against that sensitive spot deep within. The stretch was perfect, building friction with each deliberate thrustโcurling, twisting, scissoring to stretch you open. "This okay?" he asked, voice a husky murmur, smirking as he watched your face twist in pleasure.ย
"Must feel good, huh?"
You could only nod, breath hitching as he ramped up the pace, fingers pumping faster, thumb relentless on your clit. He leaned in, capturing your mouth briefly before his lips trailed to your neck, nipping at the skin. With his free hand, he reached behind you, unhooking your bra in one smooth motion. The lace fell away, and he palmed your breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples, rolling them until they peaked hard under his touch.ย
Your whimpers filled the air, soft and desperate, and he groaned low, his cock twitching harder against your thigh. It had been straining against his pants since you kissed him back, thick and insistent, your sounds only adding to it.
Pressure coiled tight in your core, his fingers relentless, curling just right to hit that spot over and over. Your body arched, thighs trembling around him as the wave crested. A burst of colors exploded behind your closed eyelidsโan orgasm ripping through you, fierce and shattering, the kind you hadn't felt in ages. Your walls clenched around his fingers, pulsing as you came undone, slick coating his hand.
You panted, chest heaving, but he was there instantly, mouth sealing over yours, swallowing your gasps like they were his to claim. You tried to kiss back, lips clumsy against his, but the aftershocks still quaked through you, leaving you boneless.
"Need a moment?" He leaned back onto the bed, propping himself on his elbows, biceps bulging against the fabric of his shirt, veins standing out in sharp relief.
The haze cleared just enough, and you slid off his lap, dropping to your knees on the cool hardwood floor. The chill bit into your skin, grounding you.
"You don't have to," he said, thumb brushing your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.
"Let me give you something back," you whispered, hands already at his belt, fumbling with the buckle in your eagerness. Your fingers shook, haste making them clumsy.
"Calm down, sweetheart," he chuckled, the sound dark and fond, his hand covering yours to steady it, unfastening the belt and popping the button with ease.
His cock sprang free as you tugged his pants down, thicker and longer than any you'd known beforeโheavy, veined, the tip already glistening with precum. You wrapped your hand around the base, stroking once, twice, before leaning in to swirl your tongue around the head, tasting him on your tongue.ย
He hissed, fingers threading into your hair as you took him deeper, lips stretching around his girth. You bobbed slowly at first, hollowing your cheeks, tongue pressing flat along the underside as you sucked. Saliva slicked him, your hand twisting in tandem with your mouth, working him with eager pulls.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, hips bucking slightly. "So proud of you, taking me like this. My sweet girl." His praise washed over you, spurring you on, but just as his breaths grew ragged, his grip tightened in your hair.
He pulled you off with a wet pop, right before he could tip over the edge. "Not yet," he rasped, eyes dark with intent. "I want to be inside you when I come."
In one fluid motion, he shrugged off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and abs. Then he scooped you up from the floor like you were weightless, manhandling you onto the bed. He flipped you flat on your stomach, the mattress dipping under his weight as he settled behind you. His cock pressed hot and heavy against your ass.
"Sugu," you moaned, voice muffled against the sheets, body arching back in desperate invitation.
He didn't make you wait. Lining up, he thrust in deep, filling you in one smooth stroke. The prone position let him grind against you, cock dragging along your walls with every snap of his hips.ย
His hands roamedโone sliding up to cover your mouth, fingers pressing against your lips, "Open," he commanded softly, and you did, sucking on his fingers as he fucked into you harder, the wet sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room.
"Bet you've never felt this good, huh?" he groaned against your ear, pace unrelenting. "You're so gorgeous like this.โ
โHow does my cock feel? Come on, tell me."
You could barely form words, pleasure overwhelming youโmewling around his fingers, body rocking with each thrust. It felt too good, too full, his dirty words stoking the fire higher.
But after a few minutes, he slowed, a frustrated huff escaping him. This positionโit wasn't hitting rightโ not like he thought it would. He usually stuck to from behind, keeping emotional distance, but now... He pulled out fully, the sudden emptiness making you whine.ย
Grabbing your waist, he flipped you onto your back with effortless strength, manhandling you again, your legs splaying open. His cock looked even harder, flushed and straining as he positioned himself between your thighs.
"Fuck, needed to see you," he muttered, slamming back inside, the angle deeper, hitting new spots that made stars burst behind your eyes.
"Want to see your pretty face." His hand found your clit, rubbing in tight circles as he drove into you, mouth descending to yours in a messy, claiming kiss.
The combination shattered youโhis cock stretching you, thumb working your clit, lips bruising yours. Tension snapped like a wire, your orgasm crashing over you, walls fluttering around him as you cried out into his mouth.
"I'm right behind you," he panted, thrusts erratic now, chasing his release. With a final, deep grind, he came, spilling hot inside you, body shuddering. "My pretty girl," he whispered, voice wrecked. "So pretty just for me."
You both rode out the waves, breaths mingling as he collapsed beside you, pulling you close. The high faded slowly, but even as warmth lingered, his thoughts lingered.
He had broken two of his rules to get you into his bed. No kissing. No face-to-face. Both gone. And he had hopefully broken your man-curse.
This was supposed to be simple. A challenge. A bruised ego that needed repairing. A girl who had rejected him and needed proving wrong. Thatโs what he had told himself from the beginning. That he was chasing the thrill, not you.
But somewhere between kissing you and needing to see your face, something shifted. He had never needed that before โ never cared about eye contact, never cared about expressions. It had always been easier that way. Detached. Controlled.
With you, it hadnโt been controlled at all. He wanted to see you. Needed to. Needed your face in front of him like proof that this wasnโt just another meaningless night.
And that realization unsettled him more than anything. He liked you. Not because you rejected him. Not because his pride had taken a hit. Not because he had something to prove. He just liked you.
Still, even as that truth pressed against his ribs, he tried to smother it. This is why you donโt kiss. This is why you donโt do face-to-face. It complicates things. It makes it real.
You were just a challengeโ a bet he had made with himself. So why did something twist painfully in his chest when he saw you slipping out of his bed?
You moved quietly, gathering your dress from the floor, smoothing it down like you were preparing to step back into your own world.
His hand reached out before he could stop himself, fingers closing gently around yours.
โWhere are you going?โ he asked, and the softness in his voice surprised even him.
You glanced over your shoulder at him with a faint, knowing smile.
โThought you had rules,โ you said lightly. โNo staying over, and all thatโ
His thumb brushed slowly over your knuckles. Instead of letting go, he lifted your hand to his mouth and pressed a slow kiss against your skin.ย
He tugged you back toward him, and you fell against his chest, your body fitting against his like it had earlier. โI donโt think those rules really matter when it comes to you,โ he admitted quietly.
He leaned in, pressing slow, unhurried kisses along your cheek, your jaw, your temple. There was no rush this time. When he reached your mouth, he paused, studying you for a second before kissing you softly. โRules donโt apply to you,โ he murmured against your lips.
You smiled despite yourself. The rational part of you knew better. It told you he probably said similar things before, that this was just another smooth line delivered in the afterglow.
But the part of you still tangled up in him, warm and softened and wanting to believe, chose not to argue.
โBesides. I'm not done with youโย
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You and Suguru had settled into something dangerously undefined in the six weeks youโd been seeing each other.
Not official. Not casual.
If he wasnโt at your apartment, you were at the frat. There was barely a day you didnโt see him. He still walked you home almost every evening like it was routine, like it had always been his place beside you. But now it didnโt end at your door.
Now heโd stop halfway down the street and say, โYou studied for hours. That deserves food.โ
He called it a reward. He always paid. And when youโd protest โ because you always did โ heโd just shrug with that lazy grin of his. โYou already do enough for me,โ heโd say lightly when you would try to pay him back. And without fail it would always send a wave of heat within you.
And it turned out you werenโt cursed when it came to men. The men before had only cared about themselves. Suguru had proven that wasnโt a universal rule.
Your things had started to mix with his. Your apartment was slowly overtaken by his hoodies, sweatpants, jackets, a toothbrush heโd left behind and never taken back. But his room wasnโt much better. Duplicates of your skincare products lined his sink because he โwanted you to feel at home.โ Your panties mixed into his laundry. Your perfume soaked into his sheets.
It was a challenge for Suguru at first, but that feelings were quickly replaced by something realโ feelings? love?
You were tucked away in the library now, headphones snug over your ears, soft music humming in the background as you tried to focus on your textbook. Four hours of studying had drained you, and nothing new was sticking.
With a quiet sigh, you packed up your bag and started weaving between the shelves toward the exit. Thatโs when you heard it. โHave you seen Suguru and his girl?โ
Satoru. You recognized his voice. Too loud for the library. You slowed instinctively. โLooks like heโs finally mature enough to have a girlfriend. Finally done with the โI have rulesโ bullshit,โ Satoru added, amused.
โYeah, right,โ another voice responded. Sukuna his voice.ย
You couldnโt see them clearly from where you stood, just shapes a few shelves away. You shouldโve walked away. You didnโt. โRemember what he said?โ Sukuna continued.
Satoru sounded confused. โWhat?โ
โHis ego got dented when she rejected him at that first party she showed. Said it was a challenge for him. Wanted to see how long itโd take for her to give in.โ
The words hit before you could brace for them. Your heart dropped. The air felt thin.
โOh,โ Satoru muttered after a beat. โI feel bad for her. Sheโd be good for him.โ
โShe would,โ Sukuna said. โToo bad heโsโฆ him.โ
Your vision blurred before you even realized tears had gathered.
Challenge.
The word echoed louder than anything else.
All the late nights. The borrowed hoodies. The way heโd said rules didnโt apply to you. Your stomach twisted violently. You didnโt wait to hear more. Your legs moved on their own, carrying you down the aisle and out of the library before your brain could catch up.
You were supposed to go to him today. You couldnโt. If Satoru and Sukuna knew, how many others did? How many people had watched you and thought you were just part of some ego game? The humiliation burned hotter than the hurt.
By the time you stepped outside, tears were already spilling freely down your face. You walked fast, almost blindly, ignoring the strange looks from people passing by.
You didnโt care. You just needed to get home.
You got home after what felt like eternity, and let your bag drop by the door. Your apartment felt different now. Smaller. Louder with memories.
Every corner held him. The couch where heโd pull you into his side. The kitchen where he slow danced with you at 4:00am after a rager. The bed where he made love to you multiple times. The faint trace of his cologne still lingering in the air like it refused to leave.
You walked to your closet to grab pajamas. It was littered with his stupid hoodies and shirts. Youโd stolen them absentmindedly over the weeks, and heโd never asked for them back.
You pulled one down. Even after sitting in your closet for days, it still smelled like him. Ridiculous. Your throat tightened again. You changed slowly, forcing yourself to breathe, pushing the tears away with the heel of your hand. But the second you lay down on your bed, it all came rushing back.
Challenge. You were just a challenge to himย
The words echoed over and over. Apparently thatโs all you were. A dented ego. A game. A timer he had started the moment you rejected him. Your mascara smudged against the pillow, but you didnโt bother fixing it. You were too embarrassed. Too humiliated.
How many people knew? How many had watched you walk into that frat house nearly everyday while they secretly pitied you. The room blurred. You cried until exhaustion dragged you under.
โห๊ฉ๏ฝก๐ี. .ี๐ฆฏโ. ๐ ห
When you woke up hours later, the apartment was dim. Your face felt tight, puffy. You reached for your phone. Notifications flooded your screen.
Seven missed calls.
Twelve messages.
All from Suguru. Right. You were supposed to go over after the library. Your chest twisted. You dropped the phone back onto the mattress like it burned.ย
In the kitchen, you opened the fridge and stared at it without seeing anything. There was food. Plenty of it. You just werenโt hungry. Your stomach felt full of something heavier. Regret. Shame. Hurt. You closed the fridge and went back to your room, curling in on yourself again.
โห๊ฉ๏ฝก๐ี. .ี๐ฆฏโ. ๐ ห
Suguru stood outside your lecture hall the next morning, scanning the crowd. You werenโt there. He checked his phone again. Still nothing. That wasnโt like you. You always texted back. Always.
He sent another message.
Then another.
Then called. This time it went straight to voicemail. You declined him?
Something cold slid down his spine. Had he done something? He replayed the last few days in his head, searching for a misstep.
Nothing made sense.
Within minutes he was outside your apartment, slightly out of breath from walking too fast. His heart pounded harder than it should have.
He knocked.
No answer.
He knocked again.
Still nothing.
His jaw tightened as he knocked a third time, more urgently.
The door finally opened while you stood half-hidden behind it. Your eyes swollen. Skin blotchy. Dark circles under your lashes. It hit him like a punch.
โSweetheartโโ He stepped forward instinctively, but you shook your head. โDonโt,โ you whispered.
His chest tightened immediately. โWhatโs wrong?โ he asked, voice softer than he meant it to be.
โIโm not feeling well,โ you said. The lie was obvious. Being sick might explain missing class. It didnโt explain the puffy eyes.
โLet me take care of you,โ he said quickly. There was uncertainty in his voice now. Fear, almost.
โIโm fine.โ
You started to close the door, but his hand caught it gently. Your eyes lifted to him again. God. The sight of you like this hurt more than he expected.
โSweetheart, please,โ he said quietly. There was no cockiness left. No smirk. No lazy grin. Just concern.
โNo,โ you said, firmer now. โI said Iโm fine.โ There was bite in your voice this time. He hesitated. But then slowly stepped back.
His hand dropped to his side and the door closed. And he stood there, staring at it, something unfamiliar and heavy settling in his chest.
He knew it now. You were mad at him.
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Suguru tried everything. For two weeks straight, he showed up at your door.
Sometimes you didnโt open it at all. Sometimes you did. And every single time, his heart climbed into his throat. The seconds between knocking and hearing the lock turn felt unbearable. A mix of dread and hope twisted together in his chest. Relief when you opened it. A selfish flicker of happiness just from seeing you.
And then the guilt.
Because every time you stood there, you looked a little more tired. A little more guarded. Like something inside you had dimmed. It was subtle to anyone else but not to him.
Your eyes didnโt light up when you saw him anymore. You didnโt lean into the doorway. You didnโt tease him. You didnโt call him Sugu.
He stood in front of your door with coffee from your favorite place and the sandwich you always ordered. It was early, but he knew youโd be awake by now. He had gotten up earlier than usual just to make sure he got it before the morning rush.
It took a while before the door opened. When it did, you looked the same as the night before. Puffy eyes. Skin slightly blotchy. A fragile kind of tiredness that made his chest tighten.
โHow are you feeling?โ he asked carefully, like speaking too loudly might break you. โFine,โ you said again, your voice still rough from sleep.
โI got you breakfast,โ he added, holding up the cup and the small paper bag. He tried to smile, but it felt wrong when you didnโt mirror it. You took the food from his hands.
โThank you,โ you said politely. The door closed before he could say anything else.
You didnโt eat it. You couldnโt. The sandwich stayed untouched in the fridge. You took a few sips of the coffee, but even that tasted wrong.
The next day he showed up again, this time closer to evening. You still opened the door for him. That alone gave him a flicker of hope. โHey, sweetheart,โ he said softly.
Your eye bags were lighter, but the tiredness hadnโt left. Your lashes looked heavy, your nose faintly red like youโd been crying recently. He noticed. He didnโt mention it, he didn't want to push it.
โDinner from your favorite place,โ he said, lifting the bag slightly. You hesitated before taking it.
โThank you.โ The door closed again. More firmly this time.
The day after that, he tried something different. Maybe it wasnโt about food. Maybe it was about effort.
It was noon. You didnโt have lectures. He stood outside your door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers tucked under his arm. He raised his hand to knock. The door opened before he could.
You startled slightly when you saw him there. You were dressed to leave โ skirt, sweater, jacket, scarf wrapped around your neck. You looked put together.
Beautiful.
But the dullness in your eyes was impossible to miss. The spark that used to be there when you looked at him wasnโt there.
โHi,โ he said quietly. It felt strange standing this close to you again.
โHi,โ you replied.ย
โGoing somewhere?โ
โgrocery store.โ A lie. Your fridge and pantry were still stocked. You just needed some air.
โAh,โ he said, holding out the bouquet. โThese are for you,โ ย He watched your face carefully, searching for anything โ softness, annoyance, something.
You took them. โSuguru, please stop doing this.โ The flowers rested against your chest.
โDoing what?โ he asked, though his voice was tighter now.
โWhatever this is. Stop wasting your money.โ
You stepped back into the apartment and walked toward the kitchen. He half expected you to throw them in the trash. Instead, you grabbed a vase and placed them inside. Careful.
That hurt more.
He stepped inside slowly, unsure if he was overstepping. You returned to the doorway and stood there, leaving a respectful distance between you. Too much distance.
He took a step closer. You took one back.
His heart shattered.
โPlease tell me whatโs going on.โ
You looked at him for a long moment.
Not angry. Not screaming. Just tired.
โDid you win?โ Your voice was steady. Cold. But your eyes betrayed you โ glossy with tears you were trying very hard not to let fall. He frowned slightly. โWhat are youโโ
โThe challenge,โ you cut in, your hands sliding into the pockets of your jacket like you needed something to hold onto. โDid you win the challenge?โ
You said it clearer this time. Slower. His stomach dropped.
It had started as something stupid. A careless comment. An ego he didnโt know how to soothe when you rejected him. He had never been rejected before. Not like that. Not calmly. Not without you even flinching. You had unsettled him. And instead of admitting that, heโd turned it into a game. A challenge. Something to conquer. He had said it drunk once. Careless. Laughing it off in front of people who didnโt matter. But somewhere between chasing you and actually knowing you, it had stopped being about pride.
It had become something else. Something he hadnโt planned on. You leaned back against the counter, watching his expression carefully โ the shock, the dawning realization.
โWhere did you hear that?โ he asked, trying to keep his voice even.
โThatโs what matters to you?โ you scoffed, pushing yourself off the counter. You walked toward the door.
A bitter laugh slipping out before you could stop it. One tear finally escaped, sliding down your cheek. He moved before thinking, his hand closing gently but firmly around your wrist.
You didnโt turn around.ย
โIt started out that way,โ he admitted. The words felt heavy coming out. โBut it didnโt stay that way.โ Silence filled the space between you.
โThe first time you rejected me, at that partyโ he continued quietly, โI didnโt know how to handle it. Iโve never been told no like that. You left me feelingโฆ off. And instead of dealing with that like an adult, I said something stupid to my friends.โ
He stepped closer. You didnโt pull away this time.
โBut when I got closer to youโ when I realized I actually wanted to get closer to youโฆ not to win, not to prove anything, but because I wanted youโโ His composure held, but his voice cracked just slightly. โThatโs when it stopped being a challenge.โ
You finally turned your head just enough for him to see your profile. โHow does that fix anything?โ you asked quietly.
Your eyes were glossy now, tears threatening to spill, but you refused to let them fall again. You stood straighter, trying to hold yourself together. He saw through it immediately. And it broke him.
โI canโt fix how it started,โ he said, voice low, steady but strained. โI canโt erase what I said. I canโt pretend I didnโt humiliate you.โ
For a second, he just looked at you.
Then, before he could overthink it, he let go of your wrist โ only to drop down in front of you.
Not dramatically. Not loudly. Justโฆ down. Both knees hit the floor. You blinked in shock.
โSuguruโโ
He took your hands in his before you could pull away, holding them gently, like he was afraid theyโd disappear.
โI canโt change the past,โ he said, looking up at you now. No smirk. No ego. No control. โBut I can change what I do next.โ
Your breathing faltered.
โI donโt want to win you,โ he continued. โI want to deserve you.โ
His thumbs brushed lightly over your knuckles.
โIt started stupid. It started with my pride. But after everything. it stopped being about proving anything.โ His jaw tightened slightly. โYou werenโt a game to me. You werenโt something to conquer. You were the first person who made me want to stay.โ
That word hung heavy between you.
Stay.
โI donโt expect you to forgive me,โ he added, quieter now. โAnd I donโt expect you to believe me just because Iโm here.โ His grip softened.
โBut Iโm not getting up until you understand that you were never just a challenge.โ
Your fingers threaded through his hair, the movement so natural it felt like second nature. When your lips met his, he inhaled sharply, the sound almost a gasp. Your touch was soft, the kiss gentle but filled with longing.
His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into the kiss, his hand coming up to cradle your face. He held you like you were something precious, something fragile.
As you broke away, he looked up at you, his expression vulnerable.
โStand up," you ordered, voice sharp like shattered glass, cutting through the heavy silence of the kitchen. He rose slowly, eyes locked on yours,ย
You pushed up on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that was more punishment than passionโfierce, biting, a reminder of the hurt you carried. Pulling back just enough, your breath ghosted over his mouth. "I'm still mad at you."
Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly, not in affection but in the raw need to anchor yourself to something, anything, amid the ache in your chest. "That's okay," he murmured, voice breaking just a fraction as he leaned in, capturing your lips again.
His hands found your hips, shoving you back against the counter, the cold marble slamming into your spine like a slap. It stole your breath, the chill seeping through your shirt. He broke away for a heartbeat, eyes dark and pleading. "Take it out on me."
Your hands fisted the collar of his jacket, yanking him with you as you backed toward the bedroom, the hallway blurring in your periphery. He followed without resistance, letting you lead, letting you use him like a weapon against your own painโsomething he caused.
In the dim light of the bedroom, you shoved him down onto the bed, the mattress creaking under his weight. You climbed onto his lap seconds later, straddling him, your skirt riding up your thighs. His hands hovered at your sides, hesitant, waiting for your cue. "Tell me what you need," he said, voice thick with desire, eyes burning into yours like he was memorizing every fractured line of your face.
"Touch me," you replied, the words vague, laced with the numbness you wielded like armor. But he knew. God, he always knew.
In a swift move, he flipped your positions, pinning you beneath him on the bed. The shift stole the air from your lungs, his body heavy and warm over yours, a stark contrast to the ache inside. His hands slid down, hooking into the waistband of your skirt and panties, dragging them off in one rough pull. Leaving you bare and exposed for him.
His fingers parted your thighs, tracing the slick between them before diving in. One digit slipped inside you first, slow and deliberate, testing your readiness despite the tension coiling in the room.ย
You were wetโtraitorously soโyour body responding even as your heart screamed no. He added a second finger, curling them deep, pressing against that spot that made your hips buck involuntarily. His thumb found your clit, rubbing in firm, insistent circles, building the pressure with each thrust of his hand.ย
The wet sounds of his fingers working you filled the space, obscene against the quiet sobs building in your throat.
He watched you, unblinking, as your breaths turned ragged, your walls clenching around him. "Let go," he whispered, voice raw, like he was begging for absolution.ย
The coil snapped, pleasure ripping through you in a violent waveโyour orgasm crashing hard, leaving you trembling and spent. Tears welled up, spilling hot down your cheeks, not from bliss but from the pain he gave you, the reminder of what he had done to you. You cried softly, the sound muffled against his shoulder as he held you through it, his touch gentling but never pulling away.
He kissed the tears from your skin, murmuring your name like a prayer, but you turned your face away, the intimacy too much, too raw. When the haze cleared enough, you shifted, rolling onto your stomach, presenting your back to himโa wall he couldn't breach. He paused, hands stilling on your hips. "Why are you turning around?" His voice cracked a little, laced with confusion, the question hanging heavy in the air.
"Don't wanna see you right now," you said, the words heartless, slicing through him like a blade. You heard his sharp intake of breath, felt the way his grip faltered for a second, his heart shattering audibly in the silence. But he didn't stop. He couldn't. Positioning himself behind you, he freed his cockโhard, aching, a testament to how deeply he still craved you, even in ruin.
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling you with a stretch that bordered on pain, your body yielding despite the emotional chasm. He moaned your name, voice breaking on each syllable as he began to move, thrusts deep and measured, grinding against you from behind. "I missed you so much. Fuck, I missed youโ." His words were a litany, desperate pleas wrapped in groans, his hips snapping harder as if he could fuck the distance away.
You bit the pillow, stifling the moans that threatened to betray you, the pleasure building traitorously even as tears soaked the fabric. He reached around, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing in time with his pace, drawing you under despite yourself. Your body clenched around him, the orgasm pulling you apartโwaves of heat pulsing through you, leaving you gasping, spent once more. He followed seconds later, spilling inside you with a broken groan of your name, his release hot and claiming, body shuddering as he collapsed over you.
He always came with you, your body the one thing that could still unravel him completely. But the warmth faded fast. He barely caught his breath, chest heaving against your back, before you were shoving him off, scrambling out of the bed. The sheets tangled around your ankles as you snatched your discarded clothes, pulling them on with frantic hands.
"I have to go," you said coldly, the fleeting spark of vulnerability from moments ago snuffed out like a dying ember. You didn't look at him, couldn't bear the devastation in his eyes. "Please leave as soon as you can."
The words landed like a final blow, the door clicking shut behind you as you fled to the bathroom, leaving him alone in the wreckage of the bed, heart in pieces on the floor.
To your surprise, when you stepped out of the bathroom, Suguru was gone. For a second, you just stood there, staring at the empty space where he had been. You had expected him to still be there. Leaning against the wall. Waiting. Stubborn.
A part of you had wanted him to stay. You just didn't want him to see you fall apart again. During Sex? a little embarrassing but could just be from the pleasure. But afterwards?ย
You needed a distraction. And he was right there. But now the silence felt heavier.
The tears came again, hot and uncontrollable. You didnโt bother wiping them away this time. You let them fall as you changed back into your clothes, hands trembling slightly as you pulled your sweater over your head.
You didnโt crawl into bed.
Instead, you slid down beside it, sitting on the cold floor with your back against the frame. Your knees pulled tightly to your chest, arms wrapped around them like you were trying to hold yourself together.
You missed him. That was the worst part. Not the humiliation. Not the anger. The missing. Because after he made a joke out of you and your self-respect, you still missed him.
His words replayed in your head.
It started that way, but it didnโt stay that way.
You didnโt know if you were strong enough to believe.ย
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Suguru was a wreck.
He sat on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees, his face buried in his hands. The dark circles under his eyes were deeper than they had been when heโd stood outside your door. His room was quiet, but his mind wasnโt.
It felt like he was already halfway to completely losing you.
You had gone cold. You stopped replying the way you used to. No calls. No lingering touches. No softness in your voice. And the worst part was that just a few days ago, heโd thought things were finally going well.
You had let him into your space. You had kissed him. You had sex with him. And then youโd looked at him with those same eyes and said you didnโt want to see him when he fucked you. When you told him to leave, he felt something in his chest physically crack.
A knock sounded at his door. He didnโt move. โCome in,โ he called out, his voice rougher than usual. Satoru pushed the door open without hesitation. โYou missed the meeting today.โ
Right. The fraternity council meeting. It had completely slipped his mind. Then again, everything had slipped his mind lately. The only thing replaying on a loop was the way you had looked at him when you said he needed to leave.ย
โSorry. Forgot,โ he muttered, still staring at the floor.
Satoru raised a brow and walked further into the room before dropping down beside him on the bed.
โWhatโs up with you?โ he asked, nudging Suguru lightly with his elbow, trying to keep it casual.
Suguru turned his head slightly.
The dullness in his eyes, the exhaustion etched into his face, the way his hair hung loose around his shoulders โ it was enough to wipe the grin off Satoruโs face. Suguru looked forward again, jaw tightening.
โShe found out.โ That was all he said. Satoru didnโt need more context.
โIโve been trying to fix it for two weeks,โ Suguru continued, his voice quieter. โI thought I was getting somewhere.โ He stopped there, but the strain was obvious. Satoru leaned back slightly. โWhat happened?โ
โShe let me in,โ Suguru said. โShe let me into her apartment. She kissed me. We had sex. And then she told me she couldnโt look at me when i was fucking her. Said she didnโt want to see me.โ
He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. โAnd then she made me leave.โ
Satoru tilted his head. โIsnโt that usually your thing?โ
Suguru let out a hollow laugh. โYeah. It was.โ
The old him would have shrugged it off. No strings, no expectations. A girl walking away first wouldโve been convenient. But this wasnโt convenient. โI donโt want that with her,โ he said quietly. โI donโt want it to be casual. Sheโs not like the others.โ
Satoru studied him for a moment before placing a hand on his back. โThen tell her that.โ
โI did.โ
โThen tell her again,โ Satoru replied simply. โAnd again. Until she believes you. You donโt get to mess something up like that and expect one confession to fix it.โ
Suguru frowned.ย
โYou hurt her pride,โ Satoru continued. โYou made her feel like a joke. That doesnโt disappear because you look miserable.โ
Suguruโs jaw clenched.
โSo what do I do?โ
โShow up. Not to win her. Not to convince her. Just show up because you want to be with her. "Be consistent." Satoru said while he gave Suguru a pat on his shoulder.ย
โห๊ฉ๏ฝก๐ี. .ี๐ฆฏโ. ๐ ห
A month had passed. Almost every single day, he showed up at your doorstep and would walk you to school or the library.
At first, it was awkward. You would put your headphones in and walk a step ahead of him, pretending he wasnโt there. But he didnโt complain. He was just grateful you hadnโt told him to leave.
After a while, the headphones disappeared.
You still werenโt chatty like you used to be. Conversations were short, polite. โHi.โ โHow are you?โ โGood.โ But even that felt like progress. Hearing your voice again felt like something he didnโt deserve but desperately needed.
He felt like he was starting over. Now he carried the weight of every silence, wishing he could go back to one stupid drunken comment and erase it from existence.
Two weeks in, you spoke to him first.
Just a question about class. It was small, almost insignificant, but it felt like a door cracking open. After that, conversations came in fragments โ short, cautious exchanges. He didnโt push. He took whatever you gave him.
His feelings didnโt fade with time. They worsened.
Every day you looked impossibly prettier to him. He found himself craving small things โ the sound of your voice, the way your perfume lingered when you walked past him, even your soft smile that wasn't even directed at him but a stray cat lounging on the pavement.
After three weeks, it almost felt like before. You walked beside him instead of ahead. You talked about something dumb a professor said. You even laughed once. You were still guarded. He could feel it.
But he was a greedy man.
After four weeks, you let him wrap an arm around you once. Just once. He had to focus on breathing because his heart felt like it was trying to climb out of his throat.
And now, a full month had passed. He stood outside your apartment like he had every day before.
โHey,โ he said softly when you opened the door. You werenโt dressed for class. You were wearing a simple white dress and a jacket. Casual, but clearly not for studying. You looked beautiful.
โSuguruโฆ it would be better if you didnโt walk me today,โ you said, leaning against the doorframe.ย
Something uneasy stirred in his chest. His brows furrowed. โWhy?โย
You hesitated just a second. โI have a date.โ The word hit him harder than he expected.
Date.
His mind went blank for half a second, like someone had cut the power. โWhat do you mean?โ His voice came out softer than he intended.
โIโm going on a date,โ you repeated.
He felt it then โ panic. Not loud. Not explosive. Quiet and suffocating. Like something tightening around his lungs.
โWhy?โ he asked again, the question more raw this time.
โI thought it would be good for me to get back out there,โ you replied.
Get back out there.
Like he was already something behind you. He stood there for a moment, unable to process it. He had known he wasnโt entitled to you. He had known you didnโt owe him anything. But hearing it felt like the ground shifting under his feet.
โPlease donโt,โ he said quietly. The air between you grew heavy. He wasnโt jealous in the old way. This wasnโt ego. It wasnโt competition. It was fear. Fear that he had taken too long. Fear that the progress he thought heโd made wasnโt enough. โPlease donโt go,โ he repeated, his voice unsteady now. You looked at him, unreadable.
โI donโt think youโre in a position to tell me whether I can,โ you said, crossing your arms. You were right. That made it worse. โIโm going to be late,โ you added, pushing off the doorframe.
He moved without thinking, his hand landing on your shoulder. He stepped closer, gently pressing you back against the frame. Not rough. Not forceful. Just desperate.
His hand slid from your shoulder down to your hand, his fingers wrapping around yours.
โPlease,โ he said again. His eyes were glossy now, and he didnโt even try to hide it. โIt took me too long to say this properly,โ he continued, his voice cracking just slightly. โBut Iโm in love with you.โ
The words hung between you, heavier than anything heโd said before. โI still want you,โ he went on. โI still need you. This past month has been torture. Watching you walk ahead of me. Not knowing if youโd ever look at me the same again.โ
He swallowed hard. โI donโt care about pride. I donโt care about being right. I justโ I canโt watch you walk away like this.โ
โIโm so sorry I made you feel like you couldnโt trust me,โ he said, the words rushing out before he could stop them. His grip on your hand tightened slightly, not to hold you there, but like he needed something steady. โI would do anything to prove to you that youโre going to be it for me.โ
โSuguru,โ you said softly.
Your voice wasnโt sharp. It wasnโt angry. It was tired.
A tear slipped free despite yourself, trailing down your cheek. His thumb came up instinctively, brushing gently beneath your eye to catch it before it fell further.
โStop,โ you whispered. But he shook his head slightly. โYouโre the first girl Iโve ever wanted to prove myself to,โ he said, his own eyes glassy now, his composure barely holding. โAnd I plan on you being the last.โ
Your breath hitched, and that small sound almost broke him.
โI donโt want to win you,โ he continued, his voice quieter now, steadier in its vulnerability. โI donโt want to chase you because my egoโs bruised. I want to choose you. Every day. Even if you donโt choose me back right now.โ
โI want to be better for you,โ he said. โI really do. Even if it takes the rest of my life to prove it.โ
There was no cockiness left in him. No pride. Just something raw and honest sitting in his chest, waiting for your answer.
Your hand found his wrist and gently pushed it away from your face.
โI want to believe you,โ you said, your voice trembling despite your effort to keep it steady. โBut I donโt trust you.โ
This time, you wiped your own tears away. He didnโt try to stop you.
โI felt used and stupidโ you admitted, the word sticking in your throat. โBecause of you.โ
His expression shifted immediately, something wounded flashing across his face. โI never used you,โ he said quickly. โAnd youโre not stupid.โ
โBut thatโs how I felt.โ
That landed. Hard.
It knocked the air from his lungs because he knew it was true. It didnโt matter what he meant. It mattered what you felt.
And he had done that.
He had let you fall for him while knowing how it started. He had kept that piece of truth tucked away because it was easier.
โPlease,โ he said quietly now. โGive me the chance to replace that feeling.โ
He looked wrecked. Not dramatic. Not performative. Justโฆ worn down. Like someone who hadnโt been sleeping properly. Like a man who knew he had messed up something precious and was terrified of losing it. His shoulders werenโt squared the way they usually were. His confidence wasnโt sitting on him the same.
โIโm scared, Suguru,โ you admitted, your voice softer now. โI donโt ever want to feel like that again.โ
His jaw tightened. โThen I wonโt give you a reason to,โ he said, almost immediately.
His hand rose slowly, carefully, giving you enough time to pull away if you wanted to. When you didnโt, his fingers slipped gently beneath your chin, tilting your face up just slightly. So gentle.
โPlease,โ he murmured. โLet me prove it.โ There was no arrogance in him now. No ego. Just hope. And for the first time in weeks, you smiled at him. Small. Fragile. But real. The tight, suffocating feeling in his chest loosened instantly, like something had finally unclenched.
โI really donโt know what to do with you,โ you said with a shaky chuckle, another tear slipping free. The sound of your laugh โ even broken like that โ made warmth spread through him. That faint sparkle in your eyes, the one heโd been missing for a month, flickered back to life.
And he realized he would spend the rest of his life protecting that sparkle if you let him. โDonโt make me regret this,โ you whispered as you wrapped your arms around him.
For a second he just stood there, stunned. Then his arms came around you โ firm, almost desperate โ pulling you into his chest like he had been holding that hug in for weeks. His warmth surrounded you again, familiar and grounding, and something inside you finally unclenched.
He exhaled into your hair. When he pulled back, it was only enough to look at you. Your eyes met his. You rose onto your toes slowly, giving him more than enough time to move away if he wanted to. Instead, he stayed completely still.
You pressed the smallest kiss to his lips. Barely there. Soft. Careful.
It had been a month, but it felt like relearning something delicate. Testing if you still fit each other.
His breath hitched almost imperceptibly.
One of his hands came up to cradle your cheek, not guiding you, not pulling you closer โ just resting there. Letting you know he wasnโt taking control this time.
You were. You kissed him again. Still soft. Still unsure. Like the two of you were introducing yourselves all over again.
When you tugged him gently inside and shut the door behind you, he followed without resistance. No urgency. No hunger.
Just closeness.
Your lips met his once more โ slow, polite, almost shy. There was no claiming in it. No desperation.
Just warmth.
He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm against your skin. For a moment neither of you moved. It felt fragile โ like one wrong step could undo the careful rebuilding of the past month.
You kissed him again. Soft. Intentional.
He followed your lead immediately, matching your pace, letting you set the rhythm. There was no urgency in him, no greedy pull of his hands. Just patience. Every time you shifted closer, he responded. Every time you slowed, he did too.
He wanted you to feel it โ that you were in control.
His hands rested at your waist, steady but light, as if he was afraid of holding you too tightly. When your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, he let out a quiet breath against your lips.
Not rushed. Not claiming. Just there.
You tilted your head slightly, deepening the kiss by a fraction, and he followed without hesitation, his thumb brushing gently along your side in a slow, grounding motion. He wasnโt leading. He was responding. Learning you again.
When you pulled back just slightly, he didnโt chase your lips. He stayed close, his nose brushing yours, waiting.
He let himself be guided by your movements, his mouth moving softly against yours. His hands remained at your waist, his touch light but firm, anchoring you to him.
He was almost hesitant with the way he kissed you, like he was re-learning the shape of your lips, the touch of your tongue. Every movement was deliberate, every breath synchronized.
He was letting you set the pace, following your every whim, like your body had become his compass. And as your hands tangled in his long hair, drawing him closer, he went willingly.ย
Every sense was heightened โ the taste of him, the way he smelled, the way he felt under your fingertips. It was intoxicating, the way he responded to your touch.
You pulled away from his lips, but only to wrap your arms around him again. Your hands slid around his neck, your cheek resting against his shoulder as if you needed to make sure he was real.
โI missed you,โ he whispered, his voice low and almost disbelieving.
One hand stroked gently over your hair, slow and soothing, while the other traced absent patterns along your waist.
โMe too,โ you replied softly. It was barely audible, but he heard it. He always did.
His arms tightened slightly around you, like he was afraid the words might disappear if he didnโt hold you close enough. Without rushing, he slipped one hand beneath your thigh and lifted you carefully. You instinctively wrapped your legs around him as he carried you toward your bedroom, steady and protective.
He set you down gently on the edge of the bed. Instead of climbing next to you, instead of escalating, he walked to your closet.
He pulled one of his hoodies from where it hung among your clothes and handed it to you.
โChange,โ he said quietly. In his other hand were the sweatpants and shirt heโd left at your place weeks ago.
โIโll change in the bathroom,โ he added before stepping out.
When he returned, he was wearing gray sweatpants and the black shirt you loved on himโ the one that made you stare a little too long whenever he wore it. The hoodie swallowed you the way it always did, sleeves falling past your hands, fabric bunching around your thighs.
You sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him.
You did actually have a date tonight.
But you hadnโt been excited about it. Not really. Shoko had pushed you to try. To move on. To protect yourself. But your thoughts stayed on Suguru.
And here you were, listening to Suguru like it was second nature. He placed his folded clothes neatly on your desk before turning back to you. Then, instead of climbing into bed, he knelt in front of you. Right at your feet.
His head rested gently against your knee.
โWanna be with you today,โ he said quietly. โForget that date please. I just want it to be me and you.โ
Your fingers slipped into his hair, guiding his face up slightly. Your thumb brushed over his cheek.
โPlease donโt go,โ he added, looking up at you โ eyes soft, vulnerable in a way he rarely allowed anyone to see.
โI wonโt,โ you said. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips โ slow, certain.
Then you tugged at his hands, pulling him up with you. He let himself fall back onto youโ his arms keeping from crushing you, both of you landing in a quiet tangle of limbs and fabric.
He pulled the blankets over you instinctively, wrapping them around the two of you like a shield from the outside world. For the first time in weeks, there was no tension. No fear. Just warmth. He held you close, your head tucked beneath his chin, your legs tangled together.
His heart felt full โ steady, content. And this time, he wasnโt going anywhere.
The rest of the day blurred into something warm and quiet. You stayed in bed far longer than either of you meant to. At some point your phone buzzed again โ the date calling, then texting, asking where you were.
Suguru reached over without hesitation, glanced at the screen, and blocked the number before you could even respond.
You blinked at him. โWhat?โ he muttered defensively. โHe doesnโt need an explanation.โ
You rolled your eyes but didnโt argue.
Eventually you crawled out of bed, but Suguru followed immediately โ wrapping himself around you and following behind you like an oversized puppy. you complained half-heartedly as you tried to move toward the kitchen.
โAnd yet youโre not pushing me away,โ he replied, his chin resting on your shoulder.
You ended up making dinner while he hovered behind you, arms loosely around your waist, occasionally pressing a kiss to your shoulder or cheek. It wasnโt possessive. It wasnโt heated.
It felt like he was afraid that if he let go for too long, the moment might disappear.
You ate at the small table in your kitchen, talking about mundane things โ a professorโs weird habit, something stupid Satoru had said, a cat you saw earlier that week.
Halfway through a show on the couch, you noticed Suguru wasnโt even watching.
He was watching you.
When you caught him staring, he didnโt look away.
You fell asleep curled into him, his arm firm around your waist, your legs tangled together. The television kept playing long after neither of you were awake.
Morning light filtered through the blinds, casting soft stripes across the room. The TV screen displayed a quiet, glowing message:
Are you still watching?
Suguru was breathing steadily behind you, his chest rising and falling against your back.
You tried to gently shift out of his hold, wanting to brush your teeth and freshen up before he woke. His grip tightened instinctively. โDonโt go,โ he murmured, still half asleep, his face nuzzling into your shoulder.
โIโm just going to the bathroom,โ you whispered. He groaned softly but loosened his arms.
A few minutes later, as you stood at the sink, toothbrush in hand, you caught movement in the mirror.
Suguru was leaning in the doorway, hair messy, eyes still heavy with sleep.
He walked over without saying anything and reached for his toothbrush โ still sitting in the cup beside yours.
He paused briefly, almost surprised it was still there. You hadnโt thrown it away. He didnโt comment on it. He just started brushing his teeth next to you.
The bathroom was quiet except for the soft sound of running water and the hum of the light above you. It felt strangely intimate โ domestic in a way that didnโt require effort.
When you finished and set your toothbrush down, he immediately stepped closer again.
His front pressed gently against your back, arms slipping around your waist.
He rested his chin on your shoulder, eyes half closed.
You could feel it now, his hard-on pressing against your ass. He left a small kiss on your shoulder, before turning your chin gently to meet his gaze in the mirror. His eyes held yours, full of quiet intensity. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he whispered, voice low and earnest, giving you the space to breathe, to choose.
But you didn't want to stop. You leaned into him, your head tilted to his and he captured your lips in a deep kiss.ย
His hands slid up your sides, turning you around when he broke away for a second. He lifted you effortlessly onto the bathroom sink counter, the cool porcelain a sharp contrast to the heat of his body. Your legs parted instinctively, the kiss growing hungrier, tongues sliding together in slow, languid strokes.
His palms roamed your body without a word, one hand cupping your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it peaked under his touch. The other hand traced the curve of your hip, dipping lower to squeeze your thigh, pulling you flush against him. You arched into his caresses, fingers threading through his long hair, tugging lightly as his mouth trailed from your lips to your jaw, nipping softly. He kneaded your ass, grinding his erection against you through the fabric, the friction building a delicious ache. Your breaths mingled, heavy and uneven, bodies pressing and shifting in a wordless dance of rediscovery, his touches tender yet possessive, mapping every inch like he was afraid you'd vanish.
Finally, he broke the kiss just enough to scoop you up again, carrying you from the bathroom to the bed with ease. He laid you down gently on the soft sheets, his eyes never leaving yours as he hovered above.ย
Starting at your collarbone, he pressed a feather-light kiss there. He moved to your nipple, taking it into his mouth with a gentle suck, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud until you gasped, his mouth ghosted wet kisses across your stomach, each one a promise, leaving a trail of heat.
His hand was already between your thighs, fingers finding your clit with unerring accuracy. He rubbed slow circles at first, coaxing slickness from you, before dipping lower to tease your entrance.ย
Then his head followed, settling between your legs. He licked a broad stripe up your folds, groaning against you as if savoring the taste. "You're so gorgeous," he murmured, voice muffled but fervent, before diving in fullyโtongue lapping at your clit with frantic urgency, sucking gently as his fingers slid inside, curling to stroke that perfect spot.
"Missed you so much," he breathed between licks, the vibrations humming through you. His free hand gripped your hip, holding you steady as you writhed. "Never letting go of you again."ย
He sucked harder onto your clit, tongue swirling, drawing whimpers from your throat. "So sweet," he praised, fingers thrusting deeper, faster. "Let me spoil youโlet me make it all better." The words spilled out in a rush. His mouth working you relentlessly until the pleasure washed over you, your body tensing and releasing in shuddering waves.ย
โSuguโ A soft cry on your lips.
He crawled back up, lips glistening, and kissed you deeply. You didn't care about the taste of yourself on his tongueโit was intimate, raw, a shared secret that made your heart swell.ย
Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as he positioned himself, the blunt head of his cock nudging at your entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you open with a delicious burn that turned to fullness. You moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed it, kissing you through the initial thrust, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm.
It was all soft moans and heavy breathing now, the room filled with the quiet sounds of skin meeting skin. He braced on his forearms, gazing down at you with eyes full of adoration, thrusts deep and unhurried, grinding against your clit with each pass. "My sweet girl," he whispered against your lips,
ย voice breaking with emotion. "I love you." He kissed your forehead, your cheeks blushing with each declaration. "I'm so in love with you." His pace quickened, but it stayed tender, loving.ย
"I'm all yoursโalways." He said through panting. You clung to him, nails digging into his back. Lost in the connection, the way he filled you completely, body and soul.
A few tears slipped from your eyes, A mix of overwhelming joy and the relief of being wanted so fiercely.ย
He noticed immediately, pausing to kiss them away, his lips soft on your damp cheeks. "I've got you." he murmured, nuzzling your nose with his
He shifted then, pulling back from your face to grab your leg, lifting it gently. He pressed a kiss to your calf, eyes locked on yours, before draping it over his shoulder. The new angle let him sink deeper, his cock hitting that spot inside you with every thrust, drawing gasps from you both.ย
The pleasure coiling tighter with each shared breath, each whispered endearment. Your walls fluttered around him, and he felt it, hips stuttering as he chased the edge with you. "Come with me," he breathed, voice husky, and you didโclimax crashing over you in sweet, rolling waves, your body arching into his.
He followed right after, spilling deep inside with a muffled groan against your neck, holding you close as tremors shook you both.ย
His arms wrapping around you, peppering your face with lazy kisses as you came down, murmuring how much he loved you.
He stayed buried inside you for a moment longer, his chest heaving against yours in rhythm with your slowing breaths. His weight was a comforting anchor.
He lifted his head just enough to gaze into your eyes, a soft smile curving his lips. โSo proud of you,โ he whispered. He brushed a damp strand of hair from your forehead with his thumb, then leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your temple.
Slowly, he eased out of you. โYou did so well for me,โ he murmured, his lips finding the shell of your ear. โMy perfect girl.โ
You melted into his touch, the praise wrapping around you warmer than the sheets tangled at your feet. He left you for a short while to come out of the bathroom with a warm damp towel.ย
With deliberate care, he began wiping you down, starting at your neck where sweat glistened on your skin. The cloth glided over your collarbone, tracing the swell of your breasts, circling each nipple until they pebbled again under the gentle friction. He paused to kiss the spot he'd just cleaned.
The cloth pressing tenderly between your thighs. Mindful of your sensitivity, his free arm holding you steady. โLook at you,โ he said softly, eyes dark with lingering heat but softened by love.
โStill so beautiful, even after I wrecked you.โ He kissed your shoulder, then your arm, working his way down to your wrist.
He tossed the cloth aside and gathered you closer, pulling the rumpled sheets over both of you. His body molded to yours from behind now, spooning you perfectly, one arm draped over your waist while the other pillowed your head. He nuzzled into your hair, inhaling deeply.
Your eyelids grew heavy under the weight of his warmth, the steady rise and fall of his chest lulling you. His hand splayed possessively over your stomach, fingers tracing lazy circles as sleep crept in. You drifted off, limbs entwined, hearts beating in syncโthe world reduced to this moment.
โห๊ฉ๏ฝก๐ี. .ี๐ฆฏโ. ๐ ห
Suguru was waiting outside your lecture hall again. He still insisted on walking you everywhere. To class. To the cafรฉ. Back home. Today, though, he didnโt turn toward your apartment. He turned toward the frat. You glanced at him but didnโt question it. He held your hand the whole way up the stairs, a little quieter than usual.
When you reached his room, he opened the door and then turned to you with a strange expression โ somewhere between excited and terrified. โStay here,โ he said. โAnd close your eyes.โ
You raised a brow. โSuguruโโ
โPlease.โ
You sighed dramatically but shut your eyes anyway. You heard him moving around. Something fell over. A soft curse. Then the sound of plastic rustling. โOkay,โ he said, a little breathless. โOpen.โ
You opened your eyes.
He was standing there holding a huge Chococat plushie and a bouquet of your favorite flowers. The plushie had a small tag tied around its neck.
You took a step closer, reading it.
Will you be my girlfriend?
Your lips parted in surprise before you let out a soft giggle.
โSuguโฆโ
You took the plushie from him first, then the bouquet. He looked almost painfully nervous โ hands hovering like he didnโt know what to do with them.
It had only been a couple of months since youโd started seeing him again. Officially unofficial. Rebuilding. Healing.
And even though your anxiety had lingered in the beginning, even though some nights you still remembered the hurt โ the way he treated you now didnโt feel like strategy. It felt like certainty. He looked at you like you were the only person in the room. Like you were the only person.
โWell?โ he asked, trying to play it cool and failing miserably. You stepped forward, your hand sliding up to rest against the side of his neck. Instead of answering, you kissed him. Slow at first. Then a little deeper. When you pulled back, his eyes were wide.
โIs that a yes?โ he asked, a nervous laugh slipping out. You nodded eagerly. Relief washed over his face so fast it was almost funny. He let out a breath heโd clearly been holding for the last thirty seconds โ maybe the last month.
โYou bought Chococat because I said you reminded me of him?โ you teased, hugging the plush to your chest.
He nodded immediately.
โYou said I had the same energy,โ he defended. โYou do,โ you giggled.
He didnโt waste another second. He wrapped his arms around you, lifted you clean off the floor, and spun you around like he couldnโt contain himself.
โYouโre officially my girlfriend,โ he said, grinning like an idiot.
You laughed, clinging to him.
He set you down only to cup your face and press a firm, happy kiss to your lips.
โWonโt be long until youโre my wife,โ he added, half-joking, half-not. You rolled your eyes but couldnโt hide your smile.
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what was supposed to be a night of quick fun, a good lay with ryomen sukuna quickly snowballed into you ending up pregnant from a one night stand. it wasnโt easy, it wasnโt something planned, and your baby daddy wasnโt exactly eager, but youโd manage. right?
PAIRING: frat bro ryomen sukuna x nerdy! fem reader (with hints of nerd!jo x reader)
CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ content, MDNI. unprotected sex. unplanned pregnancy. the topic of abortion. sukuna being a dick. maybe (probably) inaccurate depictions of frat life. more included in the individual posts.
SERIES MASTERLIST
01. DOUBLE SHOTS & DOUBLE LINES
youโre out of your element at one of the frat parties sukunaโs hosting, left to your own devices for most of the night. one thing leads to another, youโre in his bed tonight and with a positive test five weeks later?
02. THE NERD WHO STEPPED UP
without a ride and any support, you find yourself at an abortion clinic with your roommateโs best friend, satoru gojo. do you do it, do you not do it, the thoughts haunt you, gojoโs there to stick by your side through it all.
03. FRAT BROโS DILEMMA
ryomen sukuna finally decides to man upโฆ.three months after he spoke to you last. is he too late or will you let him back in?
04. BABY SHOWER BEAT DOWN
the date of your baby shower comes up, with both gojo and sukuna in the same room together. punches land, cupcakes fly, tears fall, all in the span of three hours.
05. TBD
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fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who originally made it a bet to see who could get you to fold first, the prize being bragging rights and an unlimited supply of weed. they both approached you at the same time with a subtle โheyโ before handing you a cup of alcohol. they kinda just bullshitted with you the whole time. asking you obvious questions like, โoh youโre in our chem class right?โ โi think you sit a few seats away from us.โ
fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who thought it would be funny to ask you about your sex life, but to their complete surprise, you complied and told them everything. what youโre into, your kinks, fantasies, wet dreams youโve had. all they could do is listen with their mouths wide open and their cocks hard. what started as a bet unfolded into something much more interesting, and much more dangerous. who knew the smartest girl in class turned out to be a slut?!
fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who mutually agreed to end the party early just to get a taste of your pussy. none of them caring about the bet anymore, they just wanted to watch the pretty nerd break like a kit kat and fall apart on their cocks. they wanted to do everything you fantasized about to you.
fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren whose fucking you into oblivion. they have you laying your back on the couch, gojoโs cock sinked deep into your wet pussy and eren standing up, roughly fucking his cock into your mouth. you were slobbering and drooling all over his shaft while gojoโs cock abused your tight hole, his hand rubbing circles around your sensitive twitching clit.
fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who talk to you like youโre nothing but a fucktoy to them. โfuuckk yeahhโ tell me who this pussy belongs to. us, right?โ โfuckinโ love how this virgin pussy feels wrapped around my cock. god you feel so tight and warm.โ โgonna make sure our cocks is the only thing you think about. no more stupid chemistry or mathโ just us.โ
fratboy!gojo whose quite literally double comboing you, the feeling nauseating. heโs fucking and choking you at he same time, hips snapping into your pussy as he continues to hit that spot that makes you see stars. โslutty nerds gonna cum all over my cock? aww poor babโ waitโ you said you need to pee?!โ
fratboy!eren who stares in absolute disbelief as he watches you squirt all over gojoโs cock, he nearly came in your mouth at the sight of you forcing gojoโs cock out your tight hole because of how messy it was. โholy shitโ nerds a fuckinโ squirter.โ yeah, eren was practically whining at this point.
fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who ended up giving you their numbers, not just for the bet but because they were more than ready to link up for a second round with you.
bf!sukuna helping his little brother with hw (yikes)
"Hurry the hell up and get on with it brat." Sukuna gritted through his teeth, his was on his last straw.
"I don... I don't get it 'kuna!" Yuji pouted up at him all teary eyed, come to think of it, he was always teary eyed when his oldest brother ever tried to help him. Sukunas lack of gentleness didn't help either.
The older brother let out a sigh, why the hell did Cho have to be at a play date right now?? and why the hell did he agree on you taking him?
its been fifteen minutes. fifteen whole minutes of sukuna trying to his absolute hardest not to break his reading glasses while trying to explain one problem to yuji.
โJesus kid itโs not that difficult. Two apples plus two apples, how many damn apples are there?โ Sukunas elbows were propped up on the table, his face in his hands, praying that the number four would finally come out of his little brothers mouth.
โI dunno!โ Yuji set his pencil down and sobbed again, his little body hopping off of the kitchen stool, the sounds of his tiny feet padding against the apartment floors as he ran off to his bedroom.
Sukuna ripped his glasses off of his face and set them on the counter, a headache developing in the front of his head as every minute passed.
As if by some miracle, you, his guardian angel appeared. right through the front door. it was like you felt the pain sukuna was going through and sensed that only your beautiful soul and soft gentle hands were going to be his savior.
as soon as you walked through the front door, you were faced with a slumped over sukuna on the kitchen counter.
"ryo? did yu finish his homework already?" you questioned lightly, walking over to him, and running hand down is broad shoulders.
"im losing my shit. this kid is an actual idiot." sukuna mumbled into his hands.
you swatted his back, causing him to jolt upright.
"THE HELL WAS THAT FOR WOMANโ"
"ryomen. why is his homework not done."
"princess I swear on my life. that kid is genuinely doomed, I mean how fuckin' hard can kindergarten beโ"
you scoffed and grabbed the papers that were scattered on the kitchen counter, "maybe he just has a dumb teacher."
-
you walked towards yujis room, the sounds of his sniffles getting louder as you approached.
knocking softly at the door, you creaked it open.
"go away 'kuna!"
you frowned before stepping into his room slowly, only the back of the little pink haired boys head visible as he shoved his face into his stuffed dinosaur.
"it's me, Yu'."
yujis head lifted from the stuffed Dino just a little, one of his eyes catching yours before plopping his head back down, "I don' like math."
your hand rubbed up and down the young boys back letting out a small chuckle, "I hate math too, and I know its hard right now, but how about we try one more time?"
he shook his head into the plushie.
"I promise if it gets too hard then we can take a break sweetheart." his head peaked out a little, before fianally nodding slowly.
-
"okay so two dinosaurs and two more dinosaurs is..."
yuji bit his lip and concentrated, "one, two , three, f..four- FOUR! there's four dinosaurs!"
"yes! and look, we finished the entire work sheet!" yuji hopped out of the kitchen stool, but this time to give you a big hug.
"thank you y/n! you're the best!" he then sprinted off to the couch and turned the TV on straight away.
"god I thought that shit would never end." you felt the bulk of your boyfriends arms slithering around your waist, as he mumbled into your neck.
"ryo, you need to stop being a jerk." you huffed out a small laugh, "plus, I wouldn't be talking if I were you, m'starting to think you're just a terrible teacher."
you watched as the brute roll his eyes like a prima donna, "good thing I have you then... and the kid is preoccupied..."
you scoffed and wriggled out of his grasp, "s'too bad I gotta pick up cho."
sukunas eyebrows furrowed, he quickly pulled his phone out to check the time, "y'gotta be kiddin', c'mon jus' a quick one." his hands found their way back onto your waist once again.
you placed a finger on your chin, pretending to think, "mmm no, I think it'll be good for you to reflect on your actions towards my little angels." in one swift movement, you placed a peck on his cheek and grabbed your keys off the counter.
"im gonna murder the kid."
"you touch him and you stay home alone while we go on the picnic tomorrow!"
"sounds like a damn win win situation to me."
you were halfway out the door before he mumbled, "what was that ryo?"
"nothin' important woman," sukuna huffed and took two long strides, before he grabbed the keys out of your hands. "ill pick up the damn kid."
a/n this is 100% inspired by the test scores in the jjk handbook loll and the fact that I'm supposed to be doing calculus right now.
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bf!enjin whoโs favorite pass time is eating out his gfs pussy
โbabe.โ
nothing.
โbabeeeeโ he shook your thigh this time.
still nothing.
โbabebabebabebabebabe babeeeeeeeeโโ
โWHAT.โ your book slammed closed and landed on the side of the bed with a loud thump.
a satisfied smile found its way onto your boyfriends face, โlemme eat you out.โ
โI literally just showered, โjin. Iโm absolutely done for the rest of the night.โ you turned over and pulled the covers over your body, leaving no room for argument.
โcโmon you wonโt even have to do anything, promise. please babyyy i need it real badddd.โ his nose brushed against your neck as he pleaded in your ear.
his voice lowered, the warmth of his breath tickling underneath your ear, โneed tโfeel you on my face, taste you on my tongue, be squished by these gorgeous fuckinโ thighs.โ
his arm wrapped around your waist from behind, the other finding its way down to the plush of your thigh and squeezing it, the cold metal of his rings causing you to squeeze your thighs together.
โmmm โjin s-stop, i jus got clean.โ your protests were weak, especially with the way he felt your ass grind back onto the firmness of his crotch.
his hand slowly slid down your lower tummy, the other guiding your chin his way, his lips tracing your jaw with slow wet kisses.
โmmm tell meโtell me you donโt want itโand ill stop.โ he mumbled in between kisses.
โ Jinโโ
you were interrupted by a pounding on your bed room door, causing your boyfriends head to lift from the pillow.
"I swear if its that damn kid againโ"
"ENJINNNN WHAT DO YALL USE TO WIPE YOUR ASS DOWN HERE??!?"
it was rudo. again.
"im gonna fucking kill him." you giggled as the sexually frustrated man stomped towards the door.
ok girl WHEN are we getting a pt2 to bf sukuna and drunk reader gf??? PLS I NEED IT
AHHHHH guys Iโve been re-writing pt 2 all week tbh, I honestly didnโt expect so many ppl to ask for a part two. I was trying to make it long and then I realized I was dtm for a flippin oneshot but I kinda liked it but also hated it??!??๐ญ๐ญ
Anyways I was up late last night writing so I might have it out by tn!!! SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG YALL
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you left him before. can you leave him again with a baby on the way?
synopsis: divorcing a stubborn dickhead like Ryomen Sukuna was probably the most difficult thing you ever had to do. but what were you supposed to do when your husband had practically become a stranger considering most days he spent more time at work than he did at home? and when he was home, half the time he'd rather sleep on the couch than in your bed? you didn't hate him. but you didn't love him anymore either. maybe you would have moved on. but when one last night together ends up with more than just a memory after you get two little lines on a pregnancy test, you discover you might not be able to get rid of him after all.
pairing: ex-husband!sukuna x pregnant!reader (also featuring best friend!geto)
content: mdni, smut and angst, some domestic fluff, divorced-to-remarried, complicated relationships, messy feelings, accidental pregnancy, pregnancy sex, unprotected piv sex, fingering, oral sex, pining, so much regret, misunderstandings, breaking up and making up, gruff and grumpy sukuna who misses his wife, soft geto trying to steal her from him, more tags in individual chapters
a/n: lovely art by @winterrbluess !! part of my community event <3