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kusakabe continues. “you’ll go out together first thing tomorrow to expel some low grades, it’ll give you plenty of time to start getting to know each other properly and work out whatever issues you have.”

megumi stays silent, hands stuffed in his pockets whilst he just observes the conversation. when you turn and look at him, he simply shrugs, accepting the conditions. he wasn’t a fan of the decision, either, but what could he do? it was his boss’ orders. “cool,” he purses his lips, then meets your eyes. you don’t notice how he catches your breath stutter for a moment. “don’t hold me back.”

you scoff, watching him in shock as he leaves the room without saying anything further. 

“see?” you point out to kusakabe, “he thinks i’m weak!”

he sinks into his chair with an annoyed huff. “just get out of my office, will you?”

the next morning is already hot, and the anger vibrating through your chest isn’t helping you cool off at all. that was the reality of your boss forcing you to spend time with someone you disliked in the middle of summer. 

“we’re in nakano today,” megumi states, leaning against the doorframe of the training room, “it’s scorching, by the way. you should lose the jacket.”

you look at him like he’s stupid. “no shit.”

he just sends you that irritating, subtle cocky smirk he enjoys wearing so much. you’re only seconds away from fighting him. 

“hurry up,” he presses, tapping on the head of the door in warning as he straightens himself out, “i can sense the cursed energy growing rapidly all the way from here.”

with a lick to the teeth, you follow him out of headquarters begrudgingly. 

nakano was quiet and eerily so. if it was four or five in the morning, you’d understand, but ten? this was going to be a long day.

there’s a loud screech that nearly ruptures your eardrum, a hiss falling from your lips as you hunch over in pain. of course a cursed spirit in the vicinity that day would have a technique that competed with yours. with an ability to manipulate soundwaves, the limit was that anything over 100 decibels caused you an immensely agonizing migraine with a pretty high percentage of it being lethal through immense pressure on the brain.

megumi looks at you, eyes wide as he swoops in to support your exhausted body whilst tracking down the culprit. he grits his teeth, calling on great serpent to attack the cursed spirit, the mild distraction of it allowing him the opportunity to pick you up and reconvene for a few generous moments in the department store located a few feet away.

“you okay?” he huffs, searching you for any signs of lasting damage.

“y-yeah,” you croak, the ringing in your ears steadily coming to a still. “fuck, that hurt.”

megumi opened his mouth to say more, but a crash of cement from the now annihilated ceiling just shy of landing on both your heads sends you instantly into survival mode. you pull him along with you as you roll your bodies out of the way from the scattering debris, eyes frantically scanning the shelves for something in the aisle you’re stuck in that you could use to activate your technique. you spot a hammer on the bottom one, reaching for it quickly, then throwing it hard against the shelf opposite of you. the loud clang infused with your cursed energy erupts into an explosive wind, you grabbing megumi’s head to hold against your chest to protect him from the blow. there’s a piercing cry as the cursed spirit gets slammed aggressively into the wall, its body starting to crack. within seconds, it falls to pieces, dispersing into dust moments after. 

you exhale, slumping the back of your head against the shelf in relief.

“can you let go of me now?” megumi’s muffled voice meets your ears suddenly. you completely forgot you were still holding onto him.

your cheeks turn crimson, “shit,” and you push him off of you abruptly, “my bad.”

he chuckles, teasingly sliding into a smug look as soon as he notices you blushing. “from the look on your face, i think you meant to keep me there,” he coos, “if you wanted me to suck your tits so bad, you could have just asked.”

you gasp, sending a hard slap to his arm, stomach twisting with burning heat. this wasn’t the first time either of you had made an unhinged comment like that towards each other, but it was the first time you happened to feel – or rather, noticed– his words rush straight to your core. “dickhead,” you groaned, body on fire, “you’re fucking insufferable.”

he laughs as he lifts himself back onto his feet, then offers his hand to help you stand up. you take it with a scoff, knowing you needed his help whilst you continued to recover your cursed energy, though you really wanted to smack it out from in front of your face instead.

“i’m just kidding,” he hums, letting go of your hand once you were balanced. you hated to admit that you felt disappointed when he did. “c’mon, let’s go to our next spot.”

the next two weeks continued like this. kusakabe sent you two out on numerous missions, of which after saving each other’s asses, ended up in sly, sexual banter to cope with the traumatic reality of being a sorcerer. or, that’s what you told yourselves, at least. you’d always grit your teeth and act like you were pissed off from the comments, but you were only lying to yourself. you were needy as hell for megumi, but wouldn’t dare say it aloud.

he wasn’t any different, but of course, you didn’t know that. neither of you knew about your mutual feelings for each other. 

inevitably, the world of sorcery did it for you– forcing you to confess to one another.

“what the fuck is that smell?” you choked, gagging into your elbow.

“don’t know,” megumi responds, letting out a light cough, “but it can’t be good.”

dealing with the pungent stench whilst fighting a cursed spirit wasn’t fun to any degree, but you managed. you tried to zip your jacket up high enough to block your nose, but it’d just fall right back down once you started combating again.

fortunately, it was a simple grade 4 curse that was easy enough to exorcize. it was annoying it left you with a lasting, psychosymptomatic scent in your nose the entire way back to headquarters, though.

“man, i need a vacation,” you cooed, slumping down into an armchair once you and megumi returned to the training room.

“agreed,” megumi nods, sipping at his water whilst he also took a seat, “i need to get laid, too, it’s been months. really wanna get rid of all this fucking tension from working so damn much.” you look at him, eyes wide. he freezes, cheeks turning red. out of all of the filthy comments he’s made, this is the one that made him feel embarrassed? “i didn’t mean to say that out loud,” he mumbles, sinking deeper into his chair in an attempt to hide.

you fell into a smirk, crossing your arms cunningly. you weren’t going to let him hear the end of it.

“oh?” you coo, “for someone who speaks so highly of himself, i never expected you to be unwillingly celibate.” you poke intentionally. it didn’t matter if it was true or not, you just needed to rile him up. megumi’s fingers twitched around the water bottle, your words clearly having hit a nerve. “gotchya,” you thought silently, enjoying this moment of having the upperhand and pissing him off a little.

“i’m just busy, is all,” he clears his throat, then swallows the last sip of his drink, “i’ve had plenty of people want to hook up with me, but i turned them down because of my schedule.”

“sure,” you snort. he glares at you. “what?” you smile, amused, “can’t handle someone thinking you’re a prude?”

“i’m not a prude,” he grits his teeth.

“then prove it to me right here.”

the room goes quiet, only the static from the slightly flickering light looming above filling up the space. your breath hitches in your throat, face burning hot when you realize what you’d said.

“i–i didn’t mean–”

megumi’s eyes are dark, his body swiftly moved from the chair a few feet away from you and now positioned directly in front of yours before you even finish taking another breath. you hesitantly look up at him as he hovers over you.

“didn’t mean what?” he presses with a wicked grin subtly and slowly appearing on his face, “didn’t mean to admit you want me to fuck you?”

“m-megumi,” you exhale, voice coming out much weaker than you intended, “that’s not–”

he chuckles. “i’ve never seen you so choked up, sweetheart.” he’s leaning over your face now, breath trickling down from your forehead to your lips. “you say you didn’t mean it, but i think you did.” your heart refuses to settle as he leans in just a tad bit more, tempting your lips to close in on his. he stills for a moment, gaze flickering from your mouth up to your eyes again. “but, trust me,” he whispers, “i’ve been wanting to fuck you, too.”

“what–”

megumi erases the gap, tongue sliding between your teeth in a matter of seconds. you melt into him immediately, much to the stubborn part of you’s dismay. one of his hands cups your jaw, the other gripping your hips to pull you up out of the chair. once you’re on your feet, he’s guiding your bodies towards the back of the training room where the private office is located. he closes the door behind you two with a loud slam from the impact of your back against it.

he bites your bottom lip as he breaks the kiss so you both have a second to breathe, your pretty eyes all dazed and staring at his swollen, red lips.

“fuck,” you huff, “you’re so hot, megumi.”

he smiles proudly. “i’ve been telling you that, baby,” his hands grip your waist before he slides them underneath your top, “but, i gotta say,” his fingers slipping beneath your bra wire to pinch your nipples. you groan, “you’ve got me beat.”

you grab the back of his neck and pull him closer again with force, shoving your tongue down his throat and pushing him towards the desk. he stumbles once the back of his thighs meet the front of it.

“woah, woah,” he mutters against your lips with a laugh, unclasping your bra, “slow down.”

you pull away breathless, quickly removing your top and bra and tossing them carelessly onto the floor before slamming your mouth back against his. “no way,” you moan into his mouth, “i’ve needed you for too fucking long.”

you drop your mouth to his neck and bite down hard, causing him to hiss. “jesus,” he curses, “you should have told me sooner.”

you swipe your tongue across the blue hues you decorated his throat with, a soft groan escaping his mouth when you do. “that goes for you too, fushiguro,” you hum.

he’s impatient now, body vibrating with an exuberant amount of lust that makes him push you off of him, turn your body around, and slam your chest down onto the top of the desk. you let out a cry as your hands fly up to catch yourself from the impact. before you realize it, he’s on his knees behind you, pulling your pants down to your ankles on the way.

“holy fuck,” he groans, eyeing your slick folds, “can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me for three years.”

you feel his tongue plunge into your hole, drool already dripping down your chin as he eats you out like a starved man, slurping and sucking every inch of your sex. with the way he has his head positioned beneath you, you’re able to close your thighs around him. he growls when you do, eyes rolling as you nearly suffocate him to death. he didn’t give a fuck, because that’s exactly what he wanted. 

“fuck, fuck–” you choke, riding his face with desperation. you’re moving so fast, even his firm grip on your thighs to keep you still is hardly doing it’s job, “i’m gonna fucking come–”

you’re shaking, whining with resolve as you squirt all over his face, slick covering every part of it. he moans loudly, sloppily swallowing everything you gave him. he gently pries your vibrating legs away from his head to slip back to his feet, placing sweet kisses from your ass cheeks up to your shoulders before wrapping his arms around you. he cautiously pulls your body upwards so your back can lay flat against his chest.

“you’re the best thing i’ve ever tasted in my life,” he says soft and low, nibbling at your earlobe. you whimper. “wanna eat your pussy for days.”

“n-need– ngh–,” you babble as one of his hand's toys with your breasts, the other holding your throat, “need to feel you inside of m–me.”

he chuckles, squeezing a bit more at your neck. you gasp, clenching around nothing with desperate need for his cock. “think you can handle it?” he purrs, pinching your nipple. you yelp. “think you can take all of me?”

“please,” you beg, “fuck, please give it to me.”

megumi smiles with satisfaction, slipping his hands from your chest to unbutton his pants, choosing to hold you up by his possessive grip of your throat. you bite your lip with anticipation, nails digging into your palms.

“god, i can feel you fucking shaking, sweetheart,” he thrums, fisting his length a few times to prep himself for you. he spits into his hand before collecting your arousal to spread around his shaft. you sigh once his tip meets your entrance. “you ready for me?” he asks, more like a taunt, but still laced with genuine concern.

you take a deep breath. “fuck me, megumi.”

that’s all it takes for him to slide into you, your toes curling the second he bottoms you out. the pads of his fingers hold you steadily in his grip, the lewd sounds of his pelvis smacking against your ass causing them to press tighter around you.

“oh, god,” you groan, his thick, veiny cock brushing against your already sensitive walls, “you feel so good.”

“yeah?” he hums, “you like having your cunt stuffed full?” you can’t speak, nodding profusely as the apples of your cheeks are set ablaze and you clench around him. he growls, “fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight, baby.”

the way you feel around him only causes him to become more animalistic. he pushes your chest back down onto the desk by the nape of your neck, keeping you there with determination. the desk shifts against the floor as if it was trying to escape with how hard he’s fucking you against it. 

“shit, baby,” his voice cracks as his head falls into the dip of your shoulder. he’s desperately kissing your skin there as he pistons into you fervently, “need you to come around me, fuck,” he chokes, “i don’t think i’ll last much longer.” 

his fingers slide around the front of your body to reach your clit, sending small circles to push you further to orgasm. you’re gripping the sides of the desk, moaning without a care of who could hear you– anyone could have walked into the training room by now and heard you two devouring each other in the back office. 

“jesus christ, megumi,” you sob, hands turning red and white from your intense grip, “i–i can’t– ah– i’m so sensitive–”

megumi doesn’t slow down, “you can do it,” he only speeds up, “you’re already doing so well for me.” he’s alternating between pinching and rubbing your bundle of nerves, synchronizing the pace with his thrusts. his throat breaks as he feels you begin to fall apart around him.

“fuck, you gonna come, baby?” he huffs, eyes rolling violently, “i can feel you squirting around my cock. filthy, aren’t you?”

you attempt to answer, but it’s useless, a sharp scream erupts from the back of your throat as you spill all over him, body squirming violently against the top of the desk.

megumi moans, hips sputtering into your abused hole as he spurts his hot seed into your cunt, your clenches around him drinking every last drop of him greedily. 

“fuck, look at you,” he tilts his head backwards with a blissful hum, “taking me like you were fucking made for me.”

your body slowly settles, and his thrusts come to a still as you both pant heavily. he rests his head against your spine, the two of you just staying intertwined like that for a while. 

the door of the training room creaks open, but you’re both too blissed out to notice. you even miss the footsteps approaching the office.

“this isn’t what i intended when i said i wanted you two to ‘get along’.”

kusakabe’s shocked, yet amused voice ripples through the tiny room, the two of you quickly regaining your senses and grabbing your clothes scattered on the floor in an attempt to hide. not that it’d matter, he clearly saw you both naked. you couldn’t manage to look at your boss, but he wasn’t looking at you either, offering a sense of privacy by having turned himself away from your bodies the second he caught you two.

once you’re both dressed, you and megumi look at each other, horrified.

kusakabe chuckles, still keeping his back towards you. “didn’t expect to find you in here, but now that i have, i figured out what that smell was you mentioned earlier,” he smiles to himself, knowing that was the reason you two ended up in this situation. anyone would be stupid not to notice the tension between you and megumi. “turns out that cursed spirit you fought emits a truth serum in the form of undetectable gas.”

your mouth drops wide open. megumi darts his eyes around the room and away from you. 

well, fuck.

‘bloodhounds’ is a punk band she and you discovered and started following a little bit over a year ago and they’re finally coming to your city for a show. admittedly, you have the hots for the drummer, choso kamo, whilst your best friend simps over the lead vocalist, satoru gojo. being a fangirl is one of your biggest joys in an otherwise boring, routine adult life.

it’s packed when you arrive at the venue, and you're grateful you opted to wear your platform combat boots since you were stuck in the very back of the crowd. you hover near the bar, ordering two shots to start off the night on a high note. your skin feels warm, ironically forming goosebumps as the concert starts. 

the minute the band steps out onto the stage, you’re in awe. the venue is small enough that you can make out their faces pretty clearly from the distance you’re standing at, heart pounding wildly in your chest as you finally catch sight of choso before he takes a seat behind the drumkit.

“fuck,” you huff to yourself, “he’s so damn pretty it’s actually unfair.”

you drink a little more than intended, having been so into the show that you stopped keeping track of how many beverages you’d ordered at some point. the cool air greets you kindly as you exit the stuffy venue once the show has concluded, dragging your stumbling body towards the direction of your apartment.

at least, you think you’re going the right way. the surrounding buildings seem familiar enough.

“woah, woah,” a voice sounds beside you as two palms suddenly enclose around your shoulders, “careful there, sweetheart. you’re gonna fall and hurt yourself.”

your stomach churns and it’s not from the alcohol. your blurry eyes flicker to meet the face of a man you don’t recognize, the chilling smile on his face making your blood run cold. you take notice of the alleyway you’re now standing in with the stranger, having no concept of when you were dragged into the dark space along with him.

“w–what, who are you?” you slur, beginning to hyperventilate as you try to figure out how to make a run for it. but your body is tired from the two hours of dancing and x amount of cocktails and your grip on his wrist does nothing but falsely convince him you’re trying to make a move.

he laughs, leaning closer to your face. “i love a woman who takes initiative.”

“get off!” you yell, ducking your head before his lips can touch you. you’re writhing in his arms, tears forming in your eyes as you try to breathe. “l–let me go!”

he tsks. “quit yelling, you’re gonna draw attention.”

“i said get off–”

the man shrieks with an agonizing groan as something collides with the side of his head, him unwillingly losing his grip on you to stumble backwards from the impact. you just barely make out what looks to be a slim piece of wood– a drumstick, but you can’t tell in the nightfall– clatter on the ground a few inches away from your bodies. you hear a shuffle of footsteps from the entrance of the alleyway, head lifting to look in their direction. 

you blink profusely in an attempt to comprehend the body fast approaching you and the man, but it’s dark and you’re still drunk as hell.

“she said get off,” the voice is sharp, and surprisingly, it’s one you somewhat recognize… but, who is it?

the newly appeared man grips your assaulter by the shirt collar, sending him a swift, harsh punch to the nose before carelessly releasing him to fall to the ground. he looks at you, grabbing your wrist quickly, yet cautiously, so as to not scare you further, to pull you out of the darkness into the lit area of the sidewalk.

he lets go of your arm as soon as you’re around other people and away from the culprit, concerned eyes searching your face to check in with you. “are you okay? did he hurt you?”

your gaze meets his and you freeze; you’re close enough now that you can see exactly who it is that saved you back there, and you understand why you recognized his voice. what a wild turn of events.

“c–choso kamo?” you squeak.

his worried expression turns into a soft smile and he releases a chuckle. “that’s me,” he says, “but it doesn’t answer my question.”

you swallow hard. seeing him only inches away from you is making your heart feel like it’s going to burst out of your chest at any moment. “i–i’m fine,” you breathe, “he didn’t hurt me. you got there in time.”

“thank fuck,” he exhales in relief, “i heard commotion on my walk back to the hotel and something didn’t feel right. glad i checked.”

“thank you,” you blush, big glossy eyes full of gratitude and one too many gin and tonics staring back at him.

“don’t mention it,” his smile is warm, “do you have a ride? i can call you a cab.”

“i don’t live far from here, i can just walk!”

he looks dumbfounded by your answer. you’ve clearly forgotten what kind of state you’re in. “no way in hell,” he asserts, “you’re drunk and some asshole assaulted you five minutes ago, you think i’m gonna just let you walk home by yourself?”

your stomach flips from his tone. it’s so caring, so firm, so… so sexy. “y–you’re right, i’m sorry.”

“you have nothing to apologize for,” he assures you, “i just want to make sure you get home alright.” you nod and he passes you his phone for you to type your address into his rideshare app. he facepalms himself for doing that instead of asking you to tell him, because you’re making typos out the wazoo. he snorts, carefully prying the device from your fingertips. “on second thought, why don’t i type it in for you? i can also choose a close landmark if you’re more comfortable with that.” you shake your head and tell him your address, keeping your voice hushed enough for precaution. he glances at the estimated time of arrival once he finishes. “should be here in about ten minutes. let me buy you a water in the meantime, yeah?” he offers, tilting his head towards the corner store that sits directly behind where you’re both standing.

“thank you,” you smile, following closely behind him as you two step into the shop.

“so,” he starts while your bodies shuffle towards the refrigerators located in the back, “it sounds like you know me, but i’m not sure i know you,” he teases, referring to your outburst of calling out his name earlier. “have we met before?”

you shake your head no. “i was at your show tonight. huge fan, by the way.”

“ah,” he sings, understanding the situation, “thanks for coming. what did you think?”

“incredible,” you blurt out before your brain can catch up. he smiles in amusement at your honesty. “my best friend and i were so excited when you announced our city as a stop on the tour.”

“where is she?” he asks, curious why you were on your own, then, in such a vulnerable state, “did she leave early?”

“no,” you answer, “she had something come up last minute and couldn’t make it tonight, but i’d be damned if i missed the show just because i’d be going alone.”

“fair enough,” he grins. you two approach the checkout counter. you watch the way his hands flex– such beautiful, perfectly sculpted hands that could only be a result of his intense drum playing… and maybe something else that sits at a place in your mind you so desperately want to go to– as he pays the cashier, quickly passing the cool bottle over to you afterwards. “here,” he says.

“thank you,” you smile, and it’s one much bigger and more comfortable now that you’ve calmed down from the earlier incident and you two are a bit more acquainted. 

you sip slowly as you wait for the cab to arrive, choso leaning against the brick wall beside you outside as the spring breeze kisses his skin. his attention flickers to you for a moment, the wind hitting your hair in such a pretty way that his breath hitches in his throat.

“what’s your name,” he asks, pushing his thoughts aside, “if you don’t mind me asking?”

just as the cab pulls up, you respond, “y/n,” and his heart stops. a beautiful name for a beautiful woman is only fitting. “thanks for this,” you lift the water bottle up in the air towards him before screwing the cap back on, “and for helping me earlier. you saved my life back there.”

“not a problem at all,” he swallows hard, because he realizes you’re about to slip away from him without him ever knowing anything else about you and it pains him. 

but, your next gesture may just so happen to be his ticket to seeing you again. you’re digging into your purse and pulling out a tiny notebook and pen. “here,” you smile, ripping a page out with something scribbled on it and handing it over to him. it was surprisingly legible. “my number. let me repay you for tonight sometime, okay?”

he found it charming that you didn’t just ask to see his phone and input it in there, or have you tell it to him so he could do it himself, instead of going the old school route. maybe you just preferred handwritten exchanges of contact information. "you don't have to–"

"i want to," you insist.

he smiles, "okay, then. i'll send you a text right after you get into the cab so you can save my number.”

“great,” you bite your lip and choso– almost– visibly freezes. “you get home– well, to the hotel– safely, too, okay?” you’re halfway into the backseat as you wave goodbye to him. “thank you again!” you shout as you pull the door shut.

choso stands there, staring at the curb where the cab was parked just moments ago before glancing at the piece of paper still resting in his hands. he smiles with a small chuckle, fishing for his phone to add your contact.

choso: get in okay? this is choso

your text comes in about fifteen minutes later as he comfortably plops down on the armchair back in his hotel room.

you: idid thankljl so muuch!!32 you: sorry, still drfnk haha

choso laughs at your mistyped texts, heart settling with the knowledge that you were safe and sound.

choso: sleep well, y/n. call me if you need a friend to eat a greasy hangover breakfast with

he feels stupid for suggesting that. sure, he’s in your city for the rest of the week to do some band interviews, but he can’t help feeling like sending that text was a mistake. he sounds like a goddamn simp. he’s known you for less than an hour. 

“ah, shit,” he groans, throwing his head back dramatically. “i’m a mess already.”

you stare horrified at your phone the second you unlock it the next morning– or, rather, 2 pm– just a few minutes after you wake up. the most recent text chain is fully displayed on the screen.

you hadn’t saved the contact yet given you were drunk as fuck, but seeing ‘this is choso’ in the first text makes your heart explode. and then it only gets worse as you read your sent messages full of typos and his mentioning of grabbing breakfast together.

“what the fuck?” you huff out, feeling like you’re dreaming. when did you exchange numbers with choso fucking kamo from your favourite band?

the memories are blurry, so you wind up panicking and sending him an apology text asking for an explanation of the previous night's events.

you: hi, choso! im so sorry, i don’t remember much from last night at all.. how did i get your number? was i weird? oh god i hope i wasn’t fucking weird.

choso’s laughing on the other end, biting into his pasta lunch as he reads your message. his bandmate, satoru, sits across from him, narrowing his eyes at his apparent giddiness.

“the fuck is wrong with you?” he asks suspiciously.

choso stills for a moment, flickering his attention to his friend, then blushes. “nothing.”

“...okay.”

choso clears his throat awkwardly, choosing to ignore satoru still burning holes into his head as he replies to your message.

choso: hey, y/n. i get it, you were pretty out of it. some asshole tried to hurt you and i beat his ass. bought you some water and waited with you until the cab came. you weren’t weird at all. you said you wanted to repay me for helping you so we exchanged numbers.

you exhale a sigh of relief, heart settling– but only a little bit, because you were still, apparently, in cahoots with your crush. and you’re the one that initiated it.

you: shit, that’s good to know. would hate to make a fool out of myself in front of you haha. anyway, um, yeah i have no idea how to repay you but i definitely feel like i want to and should. choso: we can go off of my breakfast idea, if you want. dinner tonight at 7? if you’re up for it. not sure how out of commission you are as we speak lol

your stomach flips and you take a deep breath to calm yourself down. “it’s not that serious, y/n, it’s just a thank you,” you speak to yourself in an attempt to ease the nerves.

you: i’m feeling okay tbh, tonight works great!  choso: awesome, any recommendations? this is your side of town, after all. you: [map location] i fucking love this spot choso: perfect

for the next few hours, you can hardly focus on anything else. that’s to be expected. and what the fuck are you supposed to wear on a ‘date’ with the hottest drummer to ever grace the earth? jesus christ.

eventually, you settle on a nice blouse and jeans. the restaurant is casual dining, and you don’t want to come off like you’re reading way too much into this– part of you is, in all honesty– so it seems like the best option.

choso’s already waiting outside of the restaurant when you arrive, hands stuffed into his pockets and leaning against the brick wall. he’s wearing his hair down, a look much different than his usual on-stage persona, and fuck, it’s doing things to you that you’ll have to try your damnest to ignore the entire evening in order to interact with him like a normal person.

“hey,” he greets you, pushing himself away from the wall as you approach him, “okay getting here?”

you nod. “train was a bit delayed, but what else is new?”

“ah, good old public transit,” he jokes.

you laugh, stepping past him into the restaurant as he holds the door open for you. despite your nervousness, being alone with him feels natural. your reservations are long gone by the time the appetizers arrive, and you’re yapping about a plethora of topics together such as how many siblings you both have and discussing the latest conspiracy theories.

“you’re a lot of fun, y/n,” choso compliments as he finishes his main dish. “i’m really glad we did this. not so fond of how it came about, i obviously would have loved to have met you under better circumstances, but,” he smiles and your heart flutters, “i’m happy we did.”

your cheeks are warm, eyes flickering bashfully to your lap. “yeah,” you hum, “me, too.”

choso rides the train with you to take you home after dinner. his lack of understanding of your city’s transportation system makes you laugh, because he’s trying to act all big and protective by taking initiative, but has no idea what the fuck he’s doing.

“cute,” you think silently, observing him focusing on the map, brows furrowed and deeply in thought. “choso,” you call him a moment later, smiling, “just follow my lead.”

he sighs in defeat, but chuckles, knowing full well it makes the most sense. a few bumps during the ride causes his chest to slam into yours, him catching himself from pushing you too hard against the doors. 

he tilts his head to look at you, whispering “you okay?” but you’re definitely not. his palm rests beside your head, the other still gripping onto the railing above you and he’s so fucking close.

“y–yeah,” you swallow. you’re hoping he doesn’t notice.

he keeps a safe distance from you the whole walk to your apartment complex. given how he found you, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable unintentionally.

“thank you for tonight,” you smile sweetly as you begin to walk up the stairs towards the lobby entrance, “how long are you in town for?”

“three more days, but we’ll be back in a few months for some more interviews and such.”

your stomach sinks. you knew full well he wouldn’t be around forever, but it still feels like a punch to the gut to hear him say it. 

“ah,” you reply, “well, maybe we can meet up again when you’re back in town?”

his smile is kind, but sad. he, like you, felt the impact of you two parting soon. “i’d like that.”

“keep in touch until then,” you say, heart pounding violently as you reach out to brush his shoulder in a friendly manner. you keep it there a beat too long.

choso’s pulse quickens at your touch, skin searing hot underneath your fingertips. “yeah,” he nods, smiling softly, “of course.”

“goodnight, choso.”

“goodnight, y/n.”

satoru’s sitting on the edge of his bed when choso enters the hotel room later, arms and legs crossed with a smirk plastered on his face. “and just where the hell have you been?”

“just… exploring the city.” 

“hm, with y/n?”

choso’s eyes widen, head whipping in his friend’s direction faster than the speed of light. “how did you–”

“saw the name pop up on your screen earlier when you were showering. thought maybe it was your mom or something.” he still looks smug, biting his lip in amusement. “i fucking knew it was a girl.”

choso scoffs. “you don’t know shit.”

“oh ho ho,” saturo laughs, “fiesty.” choso rolls his eyes. “anyway, is she nice?”

choso doesn’t want to be having this conversation. satoru is a nice guy, sure, but he’s a menace. choso knows that if he gives him any amount of information, he’ll never let him hear the end of it.

but, when choso looks at satoru again, he notices a glint in his eyes that seems genuine unlike other instances.

so, his heart melts in that moment and he opens up to him. just a tad. “yeah,” his smile is gentle, “she’s really great.”

satoru’s heart pangs briefly. for as long as he’s known choso, he’s known him to be someone who falls hard and fast. he’s witnessed his heart being broken one too many times to just let this newfound romantic interest slide past him so easily, but despite his usual antics, he decides not to pry too far this time. just… enough to show some brotherly concern and love. 

“i’m happy for you, man,” he says, “just be careful, okay? i don’t want to see you getting hurt again.”

“i know.” choso swallows.

“good.”

choso: i miss you so fucking much [image attached]

choso’s pouty selfie warms your heart as you finish scrambling your eggs, facetiming him right after you sit down to eat breakfast. 

“hey, cho,” you greet, “i miss you more.”

“not possible,” choso scoffs, “i will die on that hill.”

you laugh, taking a bite of your food. he just stares at you, amber eyes full of deep affection and yearning– it makes you fall in love even more with the man on your screen.

except, you aren’t official yet. no matter how much you two act like a couple, neither of you have brought it up for discussion. it’s almost as if your career differences and the long distance keeps you two stagnant, and you just pretend like everything is fine as it is. ignorance is bliss, as they say.

or so you think. but really, it eats at you every damn day that he doesn’t live closer, that he’s only in your city on occasion, that you communicate primarily through a screen. you stayed in touch with each other like you promised after you two met a few months ago, and things just unraveled organically from there. the mutual attraction was obvious.

it was hard to read the other, though. neither of you could quite figure out what the other was scared of, what was holding them back from taking the next step.

the last time you two met up was for a few drinks after one of his band’s interviews back in your city, just like he mentioned before you two parted ways the night you met. 

it was perfect, everything about it. he kissed your cheek goodnight then and the feeling still lingers, skin tingling as if it permanently tattooed you.

ever since then, the desire for more has just kept growing. more time, more effort, more touch– more, more, more. you can’t just have a small piece of choso and be satisfied. your heart needed him much deeper than that. 

“i was thinking,” you started, “maybe i could fly out to see you?”

choso’s breath hitches in his throat. you wanted to fly across the entire fucking globe to visit him? “y–yeah? you want to come to tokyo?”

you smile. “i’ve always wanted to visit japan, and now i have more of a reason to.” maybe you were stupid to suggest such a thing when he’s not even your boyfriend…  

but fuck it.

his face is redder than the crimson shirt you’re currently wearing. “fuck, i’d really love that. wanna show you around my city.”

“then it’s settled,” you beam, “does sometime next month work?”

“fuck yeah it does.”

tokyo reminds you a lot of home when you first step foot into the bustling atmosphere; everyone is on the move, and the air is filled with the sweet aroma of nearby taiyaki stalls– your favourite dessert that, though you fail every time, you make for yourself at home quite often. 

“y/n!” choso’s voice slices through the crowd chatter, your head instantly whipping around to see him standing near the entrance of the subway. “oh my god,” he smiles wide, jogging over towards you. he pulls you into a hug immediately, hands curling into your hair as he cups the back of your head. you nuzzle your chin into his shoulder as he does the same to you. “fuck, i’m so glad you’re here. like, you’re really here. in my fucking city.”

“that i am,” you giggle as you break apart from one another. 

he’s this fucking close to kissing you. but he doesn’t. he grins at you, taking one of your suitcases into his hand so he can help you transport your luggage with ease. the train is, fortunately, not too crowded this time of day.

his apartment is beautiful. it has almost a gothic vibe to it, but modernized. it’s very befitting for his personality. 

“i have to head to the studio for a few hours, but feel free to make yourself at home, help yourself to anything in the fridge, all that jazz.” he parks your suitcase against the wall. “the rest of the week i’m all yours.”

you're exhausted from your flight, but you want to see him in action behind the scenes. this is your only opportunity since he took off for the duration of your visit. “can i come along?” you ask.

his heart jumps excitedly, but he’s a bit hesitant. “are you sure? you just got here. you’re probably tired.”

“i am,” you agree, “but i wanna see you hard at work.” you bite your lip flirtatiously and choso nearly faints. “is that okay?”

“yeah,” he exhales like he hasn’t breathed in a millenia, “of course it’s okay.”

the studio smells faintly of weed mixed with coffee, which, not to be stereotypical, but, you sort of expected from a band. 

you’re slapped in the face with reality when you realize the rest of the members are right in front of you, in the flesh. sure, choso told you he had mentioned you to them before and showed them pictures, so they’re aware of your existence, but you hadn’t actually met any of them yet. 

“woah, y/n’s here!” satoru sings from the mixing booth, standing up from the chair abruptly to come greet you. “i’m satoru, but you probably knew that already. cho here mentioned you’re a fan,” he teases and you blush, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“likewise.” you grin kindly.

the bassist, kento nanami, and lead guitarist, suguru geto, emerge from the recording booth, all smiles with a hint of mischief as they introduce themselves.

“kento,” nanami shakes your hand, “welcome to tokyo.”

“happy to be here!”

“i'm suguru," geto bows to you politely, "safe flight?” you nod. “good to hear. i hope you enjoy your stay.”

you soon settle on the couch behind the mixing station, wrapping your arms around your knees as you bring them up to rest against your chest. the boys get into work mode, chatting about some music terms you recognize– others you don’t– sorting through what they want to work on during the session. 

your time in the studio is… soothing. which is ironic, considering they make punk music. but, it seems that they are working on some slower, exploratory tracks this time around. the lyrics and intention maintained punk, though the instrumental screamed ballad.

choso’s recording background vocals and your stomach does a thousand somersaults. you’ve heard him a million times whilst listening through their tracks on spotify, but live is on a whole different level; unfortunately, you were too drunk to remember much of their concert when you attended earlier in the year, so this is kind of your first time hearing them live. there’s something so intimate and captivating about experiencing it in the tiny, warm space of the studio. you can just sense the love between the four boys for each other and what they do. it’s truly a beautiful thing to witness.

“damn, were we that boring?” satoru teases. your eyes shoot wide open and you see him standing over you. the others are packing up their belongings.

you don’t even know when you’d drifted off. “oh, shit,” you chuckle, “i didn’t realize i fell asleep. the guitar riffs were very calming.”

“mhm, sure,” he jokes.

you roll your eyes playfully.

“you ready, babe?” choso calls out to you, and not only you, but everyone else freezes in place.

“babe?” suguru repeats, crossing his arm with a smirk. he looks at choso, “you moved into using pet names with each other and didn't tell us?”

your face is burning and your eyes flicker elsewhere. choso has never called you 'babe' before. this is the first time, and in front of all of his bandmates didn’t make it any less daunting.

“no!" choso denies, "oh, fuck,” he looks horrified, “i–i wasn’t even thinking, it just slipped out–”

when you start giggling, his statement drifts off. “it’s okay, cho,” you smile, heart thumping tirelessly against your ribcage, “i don’t mind.”

“oh, how romantic,” satoru sighs dramatically, “it’s disgusting.”

everyone bursts out laughing– even kento, who seems the most reserved of the four– as the five of you exit the studio together.

choso’s a bit quiet on the trip back to his apartment with you. a few times, his fingers accidentally brush against yours at his side and it feels electric. you want to ask him to hold your hand, but still, you’re a bit reluctant.

“hey,” choso’s voice is low, and there’s a hint of uncertainty, “i’m sorry for back there… you know, for calling you ‘babe’. i know you said it’s fine, but i should have been more mindful. we’ve never– never talked about calling each other nicknames like that.”

you smile at his apology. he’s always so gentle and considerate, it melts your heart a thousand times over each time he’s this way with you. “it’s okay, really,” you reassure, “if i’m being honest… i liked it.” you swallow hard, pointing your face towards the ground. your little confession of feelings weighs in your chest too much in that moment.

“yeah?” he squeaks, “that’s good, then.”

then, you notice it. the pressure rising deep within your bones begging you to say more. to tell him how you really feel. “can you….” you start, taking a deep breath, “can you keep calling me that? and maybe other similar terms, too?”

“o–oh,” choso exhales, heart nearly about to explode. he can’t believe this is happening. “yeah– yeah, i can do that… um, w–what else do you like?”

you pause to think. “baby, love… i don’t know, really. i think i’d like anything if it's coming from you.” 

your smile is so fucking beautiful that choso is seriously near ready to pass out. he actually ends up having to pause his walk beside you for a moment because he can hardly breathe. you panic at first, but he holds his hand up to assure you he’s fine. “cho, are you—”

“i’m good, i’m good,” he sighs, “i just– fuck, i’m feeling a lot of intense feelings right now. not in a negative way, just…. hah, what am i even saying?” he starts laughing nervously and rambling, “i just– god, i really fucking like you, y/n.” this isn’t how he planned his confession to go, but life never goes according to plan, does it? “i’ve been feeling this way for a while and i just– i just freaked myself out and didn’t say anything. i don’t know, i guess i was scared or something. fuck, i’m just rambling now, i’m sorry.” he laughs at himself then shuts up.

your stomach twists into knots and your skin tingles with warmth. he likes you.

choso kamo.

choso fucking kamo likes you.

“oh my god,” your mouth moves before your brain can catch up, “i–i’ve been waiting to hear you say that. fuck, i feel exactly the same, cho,” you’re a bit breathless from your excitement, smile so big, bright, and delighted. “i like you so fucking much, i don’t think you have any idea how much.”

choso whimpers. whimpers. “oh, thank god,” he exhales, “for a second I convinced myself you’d reject me.”

you step closer to him, and then you reach out your hand, touching his intentionally this time. his eyes flicker to your face, then down to where your fingers rest on him.

“can i… hold your hand?” you ask, tilting your head along with your question.

you’re so cute that he wants to die. “fuck, yeah,” he huffs eagerly, “please.”

despite being two adults in your twenties, you both feel like teenagers falling in love for the first time. when you part ways from each other for your designated bedrooms back in the apartment, choso leans in to kiss your cheek like he’d done before the last time you were together.

but, you have other plans.

“cho,” you whisper. his chest aches. “i want you to kiss me for real. only i–if you want–”

he grabs your face and slams his lips onto yours, your back smacking against the closed door to the guest room from the intensity. you melt immediately, arms wrapping around his body and mindlessly pulling at his shirt. he moans when your tongue swipes across his and his hands drop down to your waist.

he pulls away breathlessly, resting his temple against yours. “fuck,” he gasps, “i–i need to stop before i do too much.”

“i don’t mind.”

“but i do,” he smiles apologetically. “trust me, i really want to take things further i just– i just know i’m going to guilt trip myself into thinking i used you since we only just told each other our feelings. we haven’t even made anything official yet…”

your heart melts. how did you get so lucky, falling in love with a man so kind and respectful as him? “i’ll wait as long as you need to, babe,” his chest palpitates from the nickname, “just know that i’m ready whenever you are.”

he kisses you again, softly this time, before bidding you goodnight. “rest well, y/n,” he hums. his raspy voice makes you shiver. 

“you too, cho.”

unfortunately, for both of you, you toss and turn for hours, thoughts running wild with what could have happened if he’d kissed you for longer, if he’d invited you inside his room, or vice versa.

and, unbeknownst to either of you, you both came into your own hands that night, in the tense silence to those dirty, helpless thoughts. 

and it’s not the first time.

choso can’t do it.

well, he is doing it, but it’s nearly impossible for him to keep it together.

living in close quarters with you for the week with innocent run-ins when you’re dressed in tiny pajama shorts, yawning and shuffling lazily into the kitchen whilst he’s preparing breakfast in the mornings is rapidly making his patience run out. 

he feels ridiculous. it was his decision, anyway, to take things slow. you, on the other hand– to put it bluntly– are open 24-hours. he just has to tell you when he wants it. 

he didn’t mean to give in thursday night, but the slit of your navy blue dress kept riding excruciatingly high up your leg as he sat across from you at dinner, hands undetectably trembling around his water glass. you were ranting about an upcoming project at work you truly didn’t give two shits about, and all he could focus on was your exposed thigh. just a little more and…

“fuck,” he croaks, then immediately turns red out of embarrassment for his sudden uncontrolled outburst.

you freeze, words halting in your mouth as it stays open slack, lifting a brow in confusion. “everything okay? are you hot? your face looks like a beet.”

“i–i’m fine,” he clears his throat awkwardly. you just blink at him as he chugs his ice water, eyes flickering everywhere else but you. you notice, but don't say anything. “anyway, what were you saying?”

by the time you arrive back at his apartment after the date, you're full of suspicion, arms crossed as you watch him silently take off his shoes and jacket then start walking straight towards his bedroom.

“wait a second,” you stop him as he pauses abruptly and stands in the doorway. your body sways in his direction, “what’s up with you? you’ve been weird all night.”

“s–sorry,” he squeaks.

“i don’t want an apology, just an explanation,” you assert, but you’re smiling softly. “what happened? did i do something?”

“no,” he answers quickly, “you didn’t do anything, i’m the one that did.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

his pupils are practically stretched out to the size of his irises when you meet his eyes, lips parted with a faint, ragged form of breathing. 

“cho?” you call him softly.

he doesn’t say anything. instead, he grabs your head and kisses you hard, turning your bodies around as he pushes you towards his bed. the back of your thighs hit the mattress and you giggle as he topples over you, your palms squeezing his sides as your tongues swirl hungrily around each other.

“you’re. driving. me. crazy,” he huffs between desperate kisses, “i can’t keep holding back, i need you.” you gasp as his tongue slides across your throat. “i want you. all of you,” he sinks his teeth into your pulse point and you whimper, “be my girlfriend. move in with me. marry me. fuck.”

you moans mix with laughter as you push him off of you slightly so you can look at him. “marriage already? you love me that much?” you tease.

“yeah, maybe its too soon for all that,” he chuckles, “but everything else? be mine and come to tokyo. i swear to god i’ll make sure every day of your life is happy so it’s worthwhile.”

your cheeks sear and your heart races. god, he really fucking loves you. there isn’t a single doubt in your mind that he cherishes you with every corner of his heart. 

“okay,” you smile, hands grazing the nape of his neck as you move them upwards to lightly massage his scalp. “i’ll be your girlfriend and i’ll move to tokyo.”

“seriously?” he asks, shocked you agreed without hesitancy.

“seriously,” you smile, lifting your head up to kiss him again. “i need a change of pace, anyway. and you being here makes the decision easy.”

“what about your family? friends?”

you shrug. “i’m not close to my family, if i’m being honest. my friends, on the other hand? they’d be thrilled to have a reason to regularly visit japan.”

he sighs in relief, throwing his head forward. “fuck,” he says, “okay, yeah– yeah, we’re really doing this.”

“we are,” you thrum. your lids drop low and lips tug slyly at the corners. “we’ll talk about this more before i fly home sunday. but, for now, just focus on this moment and fuck me, choso kamo.”

he groans, instantly attaching his lips to yours again as he lifts you without breaking the kiss to move you to the center of the bed. his tongue is hot and wet as his mouth moves against yours messily, hands grazing every inch of his body he can reach. he trails his fingertips up the outsides of your thighs, squeezing the plush skin as he pulls your hips up to grind against his clothed bulge.

“s–shit,” he hisses, so sensitive and strained. he does it a second time, then a third, the sweet whines dripping off your tongue making his cock twitch in his jeans. “d–don’t make those sounds, i’ll literally come too soon–”

you shut him up with a searing, ravenous kiss, tongue sliding temptingly across his bottom lip and he whimpers. you sit up and push his shoulders down, taking control as you straddle on top of him.

he stares up at you, dazed with drool forming at the corners of his mouth. “oh. fuck,” he huffs, palms running up and down your sides as he squeezes the curves of your waist with each stutter of his hips into yours. “you gonna top me? shit, that’s so hot.”

your smile is cunning as you stare him dead in the eyes, helping him remove his shirt before teasingly unzipping your dress and pulling it up over your head. all that you’re left in is your matching colour set of royal blue lingerie, tits and pussy provoking him from behind the thin material. he gulps as you unclip your bra, allowing it to fall down your arms slowly and deliberately before tossing it aside. you bite your lip as you lower your lids, leaning forward to press your perky breasts against his bare chest. he inhales sharply, hands instantly moving to rest on your back as he keeps you there, relishing in the warmth of skin to skin contact. you slide your tongue along his collarbone as your nipples glide across his chest; you can hear his breath growing shallower by the second.

“f–fuck,” he huffs, palms sliding down your spine until he reaches your ass. he snakes them beneath your panties to give your a cheeks a hard squeeze, then brings them up to send back down with a smack. you moan and his dick jumps against your stomach. “you’re so fucking sexy, baby,” he grits his teeth, pulling you down harder against his body. he groans from the friction of his fat cock rubbing against your stomach. you carefully calculate your hums of pleasure into his ear as you continue to suck marks into his skin. you want him to lose it. 

“feels good, baby?” you purr, biting down into his shoulder and his throat cracks.

“yeah, shit–,” he breathes, “need to feel you more. fuck.” he grabs your hips with resolve, forcing you up to his face as he pushes your panties aside desperately, instantly shoving his tongue into your honeyed cunt. you cry out, one hand grabbing the mattress for balance whilst the other curls into his strands. “holy fuck,” he growls, eyes rolling violently, “you taste so fucking good, jesus christ.”

“shit, cho,” you moan, thrusting pathetically against his mouth, “j–just like that, oh, fuck!”

he’s slurping and sucking at your pussy like he hasn’t eaten in decades, hands alternating between massaging the back of your thighs and soft slaps on your ass. you're moving quickly now, whines growing louder as you sense the coil in your stomach about to snap. 

“fuck– ah, ah– i’m gonna c–come–” you gasp, baring all of your weight down onto his tongue as you release an ungodly sound deep from within your chest, hot spurts of cum gushing out of you and pouring into his mouth. he’s whining like a bitch in heat as he drinks you up with slow, long stripes from your dripping hole up to cup your clit repeatedly, nails digging into your ass like he doesn’t want you to ever leave the position you’re in. “oh my god,” you whimper, body collapsing above his head. 

he releases you with a final, greedy slurp, sliding your body back down his to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself. you groan into his mouth, grinding your wet folds against his still covered bulge as his tongue greets the back of your throat. you sneak a hand between your bodies to reach his zipper, undoing it with you as you begin to crawl down his torso. his throat grows tight when your mouth hovers just above his hidden cock; he can practically feel your breath through the material.

“f–fuck,” his voice comes out strained and raspy, “wanna suck me off, baby?”

“mhmm,” you hum, eyes so big and begging. his heart is about to explode. “gonna make you feel so good, cho.” you release his fat cock from its confinement, teasingly sliding your thumb across the leaky, white beaded slit while you keep steady eye contact. his face twitches and you smirk. “it’s so pretty, love,” you coo. he looks so pathetic it makes your stomach twist ecstatically. “‘m gonna make you come down my throat, pretty boy.”

he chokes out a loud groan when you finally wrap your mouth around him, hands instantly moving to grip the back of your head as you steadily bob up and down his angry base. his hips sputter up and hit your throat every time your teeth grazes his sensitive, bulbous tip, soft whines escaping his mouth.

“f–fuck– oh, god– you’re so good at this, baby,” he huffs, guiding you against his cock without being too mean about it, “such a good girl. my good fucking girl.”

as his breathing begins to grow louder and shorter, it only taunts you to move faster. you can feel his thighs shaking against your palms as you hold him there, slurping so filthily along his length.

“i’m so fucking– ngh– close–,” his thrusts turn quicker and more erratic, dick pulsing against the insides of your cheeks with each diabolical choke from his tip hitting the back of your throat. he bites his lip in an attempt to hold back his sounds, but it’s useless. he’s fucking your mouth harder now, moans spilling out uncontrollably as he releases thick, hot ropes of cum down your throat. “fuck, fuck!” he cries, riding out his high with deep, desperate drives against your tongue. “you’re so good to me, s–shit!”

you both steadily come to a still, you releasing him with a loud, satisfied hum and pop, peering up at him from below with a sultry, proud look on your face. he glances down at you through fluttering lids, lips parted and cheeks vibrantly flushed as he just stares at your beautiful, sinful face. so wrecked, so happy, so greedy.

“your mouth looks so fucking pretty ruined like that,” his voice is low and shaky, “need to wreck you even more.”

“do you now?” you tease, lifting a hand to stroke his cock that’s already becoming hard again. “careful,” he clenches his jaw and hisses at the contact, “i have high expectations from you, choso kamo.”

your eyes shoot wide open as he instantly has you flat on your back again, legs thrown over his shoulders and a hand wrapped around your neck not squeezing too much yet. his other grazes from your navel up through the dip between your breasts and finally finishes on your lips. he slowly swipes his thumb across them, poking it through the opening a bit to wet the tip and smear your saliva across the puffy, slightly chapped skin with a sinister smile plastered on his face. 

“be careful what you wish for.” he hums, low and dark. you’re shivering with excitement. 

he starts steady as he slides into your sopping cunt, but once your throat cracks into the most gorgeous moan, he snaps his hips down with full force to bottom you out. you choke, instantly gripping his biceps for leverage as he teases his pace. he keeps slowing down, only to smirk like an arrogant little freak when you start to whine uncontrollably and thrusts his thick cock deep into your stomach repeatedly. 

“f–fuck, cho!” you sob, hair disheveled and a mess as you squirm your head against the pillow, “you’re so. fucking. g–good!”

“mm’yeah?” he grits, tightening around your throat a bit more whilst his nails dig into your waist, “you like the way i’m wrecking this sweet little cunt of yours?”

“shit– ngh– y-yes! fuck!”

he chuckles, releasing a deep, ragged moan as his head tilts backwards in bliss. you’re clenching around his length over and over again and he’s already about to fall apart. “fuck, just like that,” he pistons into you brutally as your whimpers soak the atmosphere, “get fucking loud for me, sweetheart.”

you choke ecstatically as he claims your throat with his broad hand, hips lifting to meet him desperately as his cock slides across your pleasure point with each intentional thrust. his hand moves from your waist to circle your clit, a loud cry escaping your chest as he presses into you firmly.

“ah– ah– fuck!” you whine, eyes rolling backwards with each relentless rub, arms flailing aimlessly at your slides as you near your peak. “i’m– so c–close– shit, shit!”

“c’mon, baby,” choso grits his teeth, filling you up mercilessly as he succumbs to the way you look beneath him; you're squirming, clenching your jaw, and can’t keep your eyes still as your arousal increases around him. he sense you’re about to come. “fuck, give it to me,” he demands, slightly repositions his hand so it’s not only grabbing your throat, but also your chin possesively, “wanna see this pretty cunt squirt on my dick, baby, show me how fucking nasty you are.”

with a final cry, you spill out your sweet nectar onto his fat cock, convulsing in his hold as he fucks you through it by lifting your body up and sitting you down on top of him, gripping your hips aggressively as he drives into you and guides your hips with an unforgiving pace.

“f–fuck, b–baby–y,” you gasp, drooling against his collarbone as you fold over him, allowing his body to do the work to ride you through the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had in your life.

choso’s whimpering, hips stuttering into you as your cum drips down the sides of his base and coats his thighs. he bites his lip and releases a loud growl, pulling out of you just in time to give him the opportunity to say “open your mouth, baby,” and for you to oblige as he pushes your shoulders down towards his leaky tip. his breaths leave his lips unevenly as he comes down your throat, watching as you roll your eyes and hum around his length to swallow all of it. “holy fucking shit,” he grunts, “you’re perfect. too damn perfect.”

you let him go with a slow lick and pop, rubbing your glistening lips along his wet, pulsing cock teasingly. he’s staring at you, eyes glassy and so fucking needy as you act all naughty, cute ass pointed upwards high in the air and continuously making the nastiest sounds against him.

“christ, y/n,” he breathes, one hand lifting to cup your jaw as he slides his thumb across your cheekbone, “you’re– just fucking wow.”

you giggle, crawling up to kiss him. he melts into you immediately, wrapping his muscular arms around your back as he keeps you closely pressed against his chest. 

“i love you,” you mutter softly, pulling back for a moment to smile down at him.

his cheeks are now flushed not only from the sex workout, but your three special words. “i love you, too.” he smiles back, “fuck, i’m so glad you’re here, that you’re finally mine.”

now, your own cheeks turn a brighter shade of red than they were already. “i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

epilogue

“morning, choseph,” you hum, entering the living room to join choso on the couch once you finished getting dressed after a shower.

he chokes on his coffee with laughter whilst satoru– who you didn’t even notice was sitting at the dining room table a few feet away– screeches so hard he nearly falls out of the chair.

“fucking– choseph?” he’s cackling, trying to catch his breath as his body slides down in the seat dramatically. “cho, your girlfriend is the funniest person i’ve ever met in my life. thank you for dating her so i can have constant comedy.”

“i try my best over here,” you chuckle, nuzzling into choso’s side as he places his mug down on the coffee table and wraps his arms around you. 

“you’re something else,” he laughs, kissing the top of your head. “i kind of like choseph, it’s got a nice ring to it. think we should name our future kid that?”

you snort and slap his arm playfully. “hell fucking no! they’ll get made fun of for life!”

choso lays his head atop yours with a giggle. “you have a point.”

you love saturday mornings like this. ever since you relocated to tokyo to live with choso, it has been nothing but pleasant. admittedly, it was a big risk, but it turned out perfectly.

“what time is y/f/n getting here, again?” choso asks, turning his attention away from the tv for a moment.

“hm, she said she landed about twenty minutes ago, so probably within an hour or two.” you answer.

satoru’s brow is raised from the table out of curiosity. “she’s coming here? today?”

“yeah,” you reply, “why? think she’s hot? that why you’re over at our apartment this morning? waiting for your queen to arrive?” your arms are crossed as you interrogate him smugly. 

his face turns a dark shade of red. “n–no!”

you smirk as you squint your eyes at him. “riiiiiight.”

choso rolls his eyes with a tsk. “you show that man one picture and he’s already in love.”

“well, he’s not that much different from you,” you tease him, “you talked to me for ten minutes and instantly knew i was the one somehow.”

he scoffs, “says the one who was simping over a random man for a few years because he was ‘sexy’ and played the drums well,” but he’s laughing and his heart is fluttering. “just dig deeper with the insults, why don’t you?”

you stick out your tongue playfully, then peck his cheek. “who would i be if not unserious?”

satoru is noticeably freaking out for the rest of the morning until your best friend arrives, pacing around the kitchen and muttering to himself. when there’s finally a knock at the front door, he jolts with a squeak.

“he’s gone crazy,” you whisper to choso with a low giggle before standing up to open the door and let her inside.

satoru’s knees turn to jelly when she steps into the apartment, throwing her arms around your neck as she carelessly tosses her bags excitedly onto the floor. 

“y/n!” she squeals, “it’s so good to see and hug you again after all these months.”

“likewise,” you smile, kissing her cheek. “welcome to the chouse.”

satoru’s nerves completely disappear when he starts howling loudly, leaning over the counter with his arms gripping the marble surface for balance. “fucking christ, y/n,” he tries to breathe. “enough with the puns, you’re killing me.”

choso’s laughing as he stands up from the couch to join the three of you near the door. “hey, y/f/n, it’s lovely to finally meet you in person,” he smiles, offering her a friendly hug.

“same here,” she grins, “y/n has told me so many good things about you.”

“i’d hope so.”

satoru’s now standing closer to you three, reaching his hand out for a friendly handshake. “satoru,” he smiles, “it’s a pleasure to meet you–”

“what the fuck?” your friends gasps, staring at him blankly. it finally clicks in her brain just who she is talking to. 

satoru looks terrified. “shit– did i already fuck up somehow? oh god–”

“no, no!” she reassures him, laughing nervously, “i just didn’t realize satoru fucking gojo was here.”

his expression warps into something a bit sly, though it still maintains his shock from how beautiful your best friend is. “oh? you know me?” he already knows the answer to that, but wants to tease her anyway. he is unaware that she has a crush on him. all you told him was that she also happened to be a fan of his band.

“hell yeah, i do,” she huffs, “y/n’s the reason i got into your band in the first place. and,” she turns shy, “you’re sort of the main thing that’s kept me there…”

satoru’s turning to you now, squinting his eyes as his jaw falls slightly slack.

your gaze darts away from him as you admit, “i maaaay have forgotten to mention that you’re her favourite,” whilst biting your lip nervously.

he tsks, but he’s blushing. “ya think?”

“thanks,” you smile.

he gets pulled into conversation with the others, but he doesn’t leave you alone. instead, he gradually brings you into it, and before you realize, you’re chatting with everyone as if you were a part of the team yourself. you owed most of that to the alcohol though; without it, you’d be much shyer. 

the conversation is comfortable, much to your surprise. none of the guys seem to fall into the stereotypical sleazy-player jock category. that’s a relief.

“i think i’ve seen your face at a few games, up in the bleachers,” the brunette man to your left states, now turning his attention towards you. “didn’t realize you’re close with chigiri.”

“we grew up together,” you smile, thinking fondly of your friendship. 

“boyfriend?” a second voice pipes in. he stands beside the brunette you were just speaking with, hair dyed silver with a striking green streak along the front of his bangs. it was a surprisingly attractive choice. 

you laugh and shake your head. “nah, just friends. he’s like a brother to me.”

“they always say that,” the first man teases, rolling his eyes. “i’m karasu,” he introduces himself a moment later, “defensive midfielder.”

“y/n,” you respond. “for the record, i do know what that means.” he laughs.

“eita, right wing.” the other chimes in, sending you a playful, dramatic bow. 

you snort. “what is this? didn’t make it as a prince so you settled for playing soccer instead?”

the two boys chuckle loudly enough that a few others around you give them the side-eye. what do they expect? you’re at a party, it’s supposed to be loud and fun.

“you’re funny,” karasu beams, “i dig it. chigiri should have introduced us sooner.”

“uh, yeah, no way,” chigiri’s now standing behind you, draping his arm over your shoulder playfully, yet protectively. “i don’t trust you two at all.”

“what? hey!” eita protests. “we’re nice guys–”

“especially you,” chigiri interrupts with emphasis, “you’ve probably flirted with the entire female student body on this damn campus by now.” 

he opens his mouth to defend himself, but quickly shuts it once he realizes it’s kind of true. not every one of them but… a decent amount. he won’t deny it.

“i’m not that desperate,” he huffs, crossing his arms.

karasu’s amused as he watches the three of you interact. of course, he was included in chigiri’s distrust– he mentioned the both of them. 

“and what’s your issue with me, then, huh?” he taunts, sly smirk plastered on his face.

“nothing, actually,” chigiri sighs, “you’re just hot and it scares me.”

karasu nearly topples over when he bursts out laughing at chigiri’s… confession? or, was it meant to be an insult? 

“what?” he howls. “so, you’re tellin’ me that you don’t trust me because you're worried my sexiness is gonna take your friend away from you?”

“precisely.”

karasu whistles. “you’re somethin' else, man.”

“yeah, yeah,” chigiri swats at him, “anyway,” then returns his attention to you, “wanna dance for a bit?”

“can we join?” eita asks.

chigiri shoots him daggers and karasu throws a palm over his mouth to stifle his laughter.

“no.”

“chi, you’re not my fucking dad,” you groan, “let them join, they’re your teammates and they seem nice!”

chigiri exhales in defeat. “fine, they can come. but if they start fucking around, i’m kicking their ass out.”

“fine by me,” karasu’s smug as he sips at his solo cup. “don’t think that will be happenin’, though. i’m a respectable man.”

chigiri just groans as he drags you towards the dance floor, eita and karasu following suit. 

it’s dark and there’s hardly any space to move around. but, nonetheless, you make the most of it, bopping your little head as chigiri attempts to twirl you.

eita and karasu are speaking low with each other, eyes flickering across your frame each time their mouths move. you can’t hear what they’re saying nor make out the words on their lips. 

but, one thing’s for sure. the longer they stare, the tighter your thighs clench. they’re hot, no doubt, and that’s something you have no intention of ignoring if they are on the same page.

you understand where chigiri was coming from when he became protective over you earlier, though. he understands men well, being one himself, so naturally he’d be a bit wary of whom he allows close to you in that regard. 

yet, as much as you empathize, you’re your own person who can make their own decisions, and right now, you’re feeling a little flirty and sinful.

you turn to chigiri and smile. “mind if i hang with these two on my own for a bit?”

he looks horrified. “y/n…”

“i know you just want to keep me safe, chi, but i’m an adult with my own needs,” you continue, “i want to see where things go tonight with them.” you rub his arm reassuringly, “i’ll be fine.” 

he swallows, but nods. he swore he would never be a friend that keeps you caged. he trusted you wholeheartedly that you were making the best decision for yourself.

“okay,” he says, “but if you feel uncomfortable at all, even the slightest, call me right away and i’ll come rescue you, okay?”

you laugh, but you’re grateful. “always.”

he hugs you, then shifts back through the crowd, presumably towards the kitchen again where a number of his friends were still hanging out.

eita and karasu look shocked from witnessing chigiri, the man who was just clocking their asses for seeming untrustworthy, leaves you alone with them. 

“damn,” karasu huffs out a low chuckle, “how did you convince him to walk away?”

your laugh is flirty and bright, and it feels like a punch straight into his fucking chest.

“i put my foot down, basically,” you reply, “told him i wanted to get to know you two better without his hovering.”

eita bites his lip as he slides closer to you and reaches out his hand. “care to dance, then?”

you blush as you oblige, allowing your steps to lessen the gap between you two. his hand is warm, and you swear you can feel his fingertips tremble when they finally settle on your hips. 

karasu steps behind you, dropping his mouth over your ear. “is it okay if i hold your waist?” he asks.

you shudder from the heat of his breath trickling down the side of your neck. “absolutely,” you exhale.

you can’t tell if its the tiny ounce of alcohol pumping through your veins or the simple fact that you’re sandwiched between the two guys, but your body is heating up, and you can practically feel yourself soaking through your panties. you might as well be dripping all over the damn floor. 

the three of you are lost in the rhythm now, karasu grinding into you slowly from behind whilst eita does the same in the front. his lips hover over your bare collarbone, then he flickers his eyes up to yours, searching for permission to touch you further.

you smile at him, head falling back against karasu’s shoulder as eita plants his mouth on your searing hot skin. you let out a soft whimper, one that can only be felt and not heard due to the blaring volume of the speakers. his fingers curl into the curve of your hips as his tongue dips into the divots. 

when he finallly reaches your ear, he says, “you’re the most beautiful fucking woman i have ever seen in my life.”

you weren’t sure if you believed him, given his reputation, but it didn’t matter. tonight, you were that to him, if not more. 

karasu’s palms slip under the hem of your shirt, massaging the warm, plush skin of your tummy. you can feel his hums of pleasure against your spine, and you melt further into him.

“can i touch you more?” he asks, teasing your ribcage. 

you’re feeling frisky and a bit reckless, so you say yes. it was too dark and deafening on the dance floor for others to notice, anyway. 

his rough fingertips slide beneath the wiring of your bra and you gasp, biting down on your lip hard to silence your growing moans. you feel his clothed cock twitch against your ass and it sends a rush of heat to your core. 

eita’s sucking gentle bruises into your skin, tongue sliding across each one when he’s finished like he’s gluing it in place. your hand finds his jaw and you tilt it upwards so you can be eye to eye, closing in on his lips slowly and deliberately. he tastes like cherry coke and your new favourite vice as you slip your tongue into his mouth. he groans against your lips, nails digging further into your hips as he deepens the kiss.

karasu pinches your nipples and you whimper down eita’s throat. he rolls the perky nubs between his thumb and pointer as his lips finally drop to land on your exposed shoulder. he sinks his teeth into you, just slightly, enough to make your body jolt in the boys’ hold.

“why don’t we take this somewhere more private, hm?” karasu’s whisper is making you soaked. 

soon, he’s closing the door of the empty bedroom with a gentle slam of your back against it, a small yelp entangling into his mouth as he kisses you hard, fingers tugging at your hair and his knee pressed between your thighs. he pulls away from you with a string of spit still connect your mouths, your lips involuntarily chasing his as the distance grows. eita’s replacing him now, taking his shirt off before helping you with your own, kissing you slowly and massaging your breasts with each slide of his tongue across your puffy, red lips. karasu takes this as an opportunity to completely rid his clothing, sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard as he just watches, dick twitching from the sounds of your sweet whines as eita switches between tasting your mouth and tits. he begins to slowly palm himself whilst resting one hand behind his head as breathy huffs of bliss spill from his lips.

your eyes open just as eita begins to tease your inner thighs with his tepid fingers, making direct eye contact with a completely bare karasu a few feet away. you gasp at his build, muscles chiseled and flexing so deliciously with each pump of his broad hand. and his size? fuck, he was huge. 

you were getting excited.

you and eita finish undressing, and just as you two lean in to kiss each other once more, karasu clears his throat obnoxiously loud on purpose.

“you two gonna stay glued to the damn door all night or are you gonna come join me?” he tsks from the mattress, sliding his thumb over his white, beaded slit. he groans and your walls squeeze around nothing.

“shit,” eita laughs, backing away from you, “i nearly forgot you were here.”

karasu scoffs, but he’s smiling. “wow, some friend you are.”

“can you blame me?” eita hums. “i mean, you’ve seen y/n, right?”

your stomach ties into knots and karasu notices. his eyes are dark and enticing, starving for you.

“of course i have,” he grins wickedly, words striking you right where you need him the most. he’s keeping his attention on you, though he’s speaking directly to eita. “i hope she’s ready for us to play with her,” he purrs, “bet she’s got a filthy fuckin’ cunt.”

“k–karasu,” you squeak as eita cautiously grabs your wrists and pulls you with him towards the bed.

“tabito,” he corrects, “call me by my first name.” you’re close enough to him now that he reaches and grabs your waist, pulling you onto his lap. your slick cunt brushes against his tip and he hisses. “fuck, ‘m not even inside you yet and i’m already close,” he jokes, though half serious, “you’re on the pill, right?” you nod and he sighs in relief. “thank god, because i reaaally need to fuckin’ feel this sweet pussy of yours.” his fingertips pad into your plush sides and you shiver. “but first,” he continues as he’s slowly lifting your cunt up to his face, “need to taste you.”

he pulls you down against his mouth with force, tongue plunging into your wet hole as you cry out, palms slamming to grip the wall and headrest behind his head as he devours your cunt. 

“j–jesus!” you moan, “slow d–down–” but you’re lying about what you want, because you’re the one riding his face desperately, sliding your puffy, sticky folds all over his tongue with resolve. “fuck, tabito!” you cry his name, nearly about to come already. just how skilled was he? 

eita’s sitting on his knees at your side now, gripping your hair to turn your head and face him. he kisses you messily, spit spilling out of your mouth and down the dip between your breasts like it’s simulating your arousal drenching karasu’s face. eita fists his cock slowly as he swallows your sounds, twitching in sync with the filthy squelching plaps of karasu’s tongue sucking at your folds. 

“mmmm’fuck,” karasu groans against you, “so fuckin’ sweet, christ, baby– yeah, keep ridin’ my face like this, want you to squirt aaaall over me.”

eita drops his mouth to your breasts, pulling and sucking at your sensitive nubs with precision. he feels his own peak fast approaching.

“fuck, fuck, fuck!” you yell, body beginning to shake from the overwhelming pleasure coming from all angles. karasu’s still a moaning mess, sending a slap to your ass to push you over the edge.

“c’mon, sweet thing,” he taunts, “give it to me.”

the coil in your stomach snaps, and you spill all over his beautiful face, eita lifting his cock up to your chest just in time to spurt his hot cum onto your pretty tits. “s–shit,” he stutters, eyes rolling violently as his release coats your glistening skin. “you’re so fucking beautiful,” he gasps, “especially wearing my cum like that.”

“oh, god!” your throat breaks, shuddering as karasu helps you ride out your high with slowing, brutal suctions on your sweet cunt. “shit,” you whimper, coming down, “just how many girls have you fucked to gain a skill like that?”

karasu slides you down his body and plants you on his lap, upright and leaky cock resting just shy of your syrupy folds. he leans into you with a smirk to tease, “what girls?” tongue darting out to lick up eita’s cum from your chest. “the only one i see is you.” you whine, watching him so filthily as he cleans you up.

“h–holy shit,” eita huffs, eyes wide from karasu’s action, “didn’t know you were a freak like that, kara.”

“well, this is our first time sharin' someone, isn't it?” he hums, “you’ll be seein' a lot of unexpected things tonight.”

your pussy throbs at the image of the two of them pleasuring each other right in front of your fucking face.

“what was that?” karasu asks, head tilted at you curiously. then, he’s sly again, “you want us to touch each other for you?"

you blush. “i–i didn’t realize i said that out loud,” you chuckle.

“don’t be embarrassed,” eita thrums, placing a delicate kiss against your shoulder blade before sitting down beside karasu, “i’m sure kara here would love to touch me.”

karasu doesn’t say anything, instead he just turns his head and grabs eita’s face, shoving his tongue down his throat as he kisses him so sloppy and loud. 

“oh, fuck,” you bite your lip, beginning to slide your slick pussy along karasu’s fat base as you watch them make out, “keep doing that.”

it doesn’t stop there. eita reaches out his hand, palming karasu’s engorged tip to help you out. karasu growls into eita’s mouth, lifting his hips up to chase his orgasm as his hands tighten around eita’s jaw.

“mmm’fuck,” he hums, sucking on eita’s tongue, “k–keep goin’, mmm’gonna come soon.” you're riding his cockbase so pathetically, unbridled whines escaping your mouth as you listen to his build up louder and louder with each sinful slip against him. he chokes, lips breaking apart from eita’s as he throws his head back violently, an ungodly groan rising from deep within his chest. “fuck!” his voice is ragged as he spills out all over your pussy lips and eita’s hand, body shivering in ecstasy. “good fuckin’ god,” he exhales after a few moments, trying to pull himself together. “didn’t know you had it in you, eita,” he teases his friend.

eita just laughs, lifting his ruined hand up to swallow his release. he keeps his eyes steady on karasu, and it almost feels like you’re third wheeling for a second. “you’re not the only one exposing themselves today,” he smirks. 

“am i interrupting something?” you ask smugly, arms crossed as you witness their interaction.

karasu snorts, then flips you underneath of him swiftly and you yelp. “maybe,” he coos, tongue sliding from your navel up to your neck before landing on your lips softly. “but we’ve got plenty of time for you, baby.”

he throws your legs over his shoulders, your arms automatically reaching to grab his biceps for leverage. “trying to ruin me?” you taunt, licking your lips hungrily.

his eyes grow dark and wicked. “if that’s what you want,” his thick cockhead teases your entrance and you whimper, “then i will.”

“okay,” your smile is intentional as you dig crescents into his arms, looking him dead in the eyes. “fucking ruin me, tabito karasu.”

karasu’s instantly wrecked by your words, slamming into your honeyed cunt with a grit of the teeth as he stuffs you to the hilt. his breathing is uneven and raspy as he begins to move, eyes flickering to watch your pretty face twitch from his size. 

“s–shit,” he groans, “you’re so fuckin’ tight, sweetheart,” his hips falter for a moment, “anybody ever fucked this pussy right?”

“n–no,” you shake your head, “they never made me come,” head pushing back further into the pillows, “i’m hoping you two can be the first.”

karasu snaps in the moment, driving is fat cock into your sweet cunt unforgiving, the slam of the headboard against the wall surely drawing attention to the bedroom from other party guests standing just mere feet away on the other side of the closed door. 

“d–don’t say shit like that,” he chokes, hands digging into your meaty thighs as his bulbous, leaky tip kisses your cervix repeatedly, “it’s gonna fuck me up.”

“maybe that’s my g–goal,” you whine, back arching as his prominent vein brushes against your sweet spot.

eita is losing his mind beside you two, hand pumping vigorously at his creamy cock whilst he thrust up into it. “s–shit, you’re so hot, y–y/n,” he moans, palming himself eagerly as he watches your perfect cunt suck all of karasu in. “making the prettiest sounds and shit– fuck, can’t wait to be inside of you later.”

karasu’s close, the intense heat from your walls clenching around him trickling up through each nerve ending, dirty, ragged groans rhythmically matching the slaps of his pelvis against your ass.

“fuck, i’m– ah– close,” he shudders, one hand moving to circle your puffy clit whilst the other grips the curve of your waist like he’d die without it. “feels so fuckin’ good, sweetheart,” he huffs, “‘m’gonna fill you up until you’re screamin’ for more.”

your whines are loud as ecstasy flows through your body, coil on the verge of snapping as his thick cock sends you to paradise. 

eita’s kissing you roughly, biting your lips and tongue as he groans down your throat, pumping his chubby cock with vigor. “wanna decorate your pretty face with my cum,” he mutters against you, “would you like that?”

“p–please," you whimper, pink muscle diving deep into his throat, “need it, eita.”

he growls at your response, sitting up to ready himself as he watches the way karasu fucks you intently and drowns in the sweet sounds of your moans. 

“ah– shit, shit!” he chokes, spurting his creamy seed onto your face. 

you laugh elated, tongue moving to lick up what you could reach, gasping for air as you near your own release. “fuck!” you scream, back arching off the bed as karasu hits your sweet spot, sending you over the edge. “i’m c–coming!”

karasu is losing it, teeth and jaw clenching as you spill all over his greedy cock, thrusts only speeding up as your juices splash onto the sheets and reaching as far as your lower tummy. 

“god– fuck,” his throat cracks with something of strain and wreckage. “filthy fuckin’ cunt,” he slams into you, “juuust like i fuckin’ said.” his hips stutter, grabbing yours firmly and digging his nails into your plush skin as his eyes roll violently, hot ropes of white filling your sensitive cunt to the brim. “fuck, thaaaat’s it,” he thrums, watching as a creamy ring forms at his base, cum smearing all over his big dick, “look at yourself suckin’ me in, baby.”

he leans over to kiss you sweetly as he comes to still, sliding his thumbs delicately over you cheeks. you melt into him, hands reaching to run through his hair. 

then, he pulls away with a playfuly nibble to the tip of your tongue and wears a smirk. “think you can handle eita here? can you take more?”

you nod profusely. “god, please.”

karasu backs away satisfied, kneeling on the mattress off to the side as his thick cock rests heavy in his palm. his plan was to simply observe and decorate himself with his seed again.

eita’s lips are on your mouth instantly, kissing you with so much passion and need as his tongue soon slides down your chin until he reaches your navel. 

“so fucking gorgeous,” he moans his praise, “could touch this body aaall day.” his fingers caress your hips, “wanna stare at you forever.”

his tongue is warm and soft on your throbbing cunt as he tastes you so messily, drinking up the residue of your bittersweet releases before he aligns his wet mushroom tip with your entrance. he can see your walls and clit pulsing pathetically for him to fill you up.

he slides into you with an elongated moan, hands caressing your jaw with so much caution as he bottoms you out, already shuddering from your fluttering walls. 

“fuuuck,” he gasps, “i– holy shit, you feel incredible.”

you tilt your chin so your mouth can reach his thumb resting on it, tongue pulling the digit in as you suck on it gently, whining blissfully as you stare into his enlarged pupils with your big, beautiful glassy eyes.

he moans at the sigh. “f–fuck, when you look at me like that,” his thick vein drags across your sensitve edges and you cry out, “makes me go insane.”

he’s moving faster now, one leg thrown over his hip as soft, raspy huffs escape his throat. 

“e–eita,” you mutter around his slick finger, "gonna make me come– p–please, keep going like t–that.”

he listens to your pleas, head dropping into your shoulder as he fucks into you deep and raw, alternating between slow and fast thrusts. he moves a hand to play with your puffy clit; he needs to feel you fall apart on him. 

karasu’s chest heaves as he watches you take his friend so obediently, sticky blobs of precum oozing out of his angry tip with each meeting of your hips. “f–fuck,” his whisper is low and nearly inaudible.

eita’s nearly about to burst, kissing your mouth desperately as he begins to sputter into your hole, whimpering against your tongue. “need to come,” he murmers, “fuck, take it, beautiful.” he rubs you faster, groaning as he senses your wetness increasing around him. “yeah– fuck– let me feel you.”

you throw your hips up to meet him halfway and your juices trickle out of your hole with a sharp cry whilst his stomach twists, hot white pouring into your sensitive pussy with slow, intentional thrusts. he’s holding onto your body for dear life, eyes rolling violently as he feels you squeeze his creamy dick to pull every fucking drop of cum out of him. the diabolical plaps of his cock driving into your honeyed cunt sound like music to his ears. 

“oh my god,” he stutters, steadily coming to a still, “fucking hell, you’re perfect.”

he collapses onto your chest, just relishing in the teasing pulses on your cunt still clenching around him as he stays tucked and warm inside of you just a little longer, fingers brushing through your sweaty strands.

“feel alright?” he asks.

you smile, so big and blissed out. “never better.” you turn your head to the side to look at karasu, stretching out a hand towards him and brushing his thigh. “come here, tabito,” you coo. he looks so huge and delicious hovering over you like that, heat filling your tummy when you see his fist so filthily coated in sticky white from his quiet orgasm just moments ago. “lay with us.”

the three of you settle on the mattress, the two boys curled up to your sides as you all breathe slowly, trying to catch your breaths and fully return to reality. 

and then, you realize you just ruined whomever's bed you’re lying in. “oh, shit,” you laugh, “who’s bed is this?”

karasu chuckles. “mine, actually. this is my frat, didn’t chigiri tell you?”

"hey!" you whine, tsking, "quit it!"

he simply twirls the piece around his finger with another tug before dropping his head into the crook of your neck.

you sigh, yet can't help but smile. he was a menace, but your menace.

"sorry," he murmurs, "can't help it." he presses a kiss against your throat. "you're just so cute when you're angry," you melt into his touch, "and i'm obsessed with your hair."

enjoys helping you style it

suguru, yuta, toge

"oh my god," you gasp, watching as he finishes diffusing one side of your head, "how are you so good at this? it looks amazing!"

he blushes, lifting his chin above your head to place a gentle kiss against your scalp. you giggle.

he continues to style it, flickering his attention between the hair dryer and your expression lighting up in the vanity mirror from how much you loved it.

"even i can't manage to get my curls to look this good, and i've been doing this for years."

he smiles, fluffing out your hair once it's completely finished. he wraps his arms around your waist, totally enthralled by the look of joy plastered on your face.

"you look beautiful," he coos, tucking one side behind your ear so he can reach your cheek to kiss it, "i love doing this for you, it's relaxing. and rewarding, seeing how much you love it in the end."

you turn your head and kiss his lips softly. he lets out a sweet, blissful hum. "i might just pay you next time."

runs their fingers through it

megumi, kento, hiromi

movie nights were always filled with a gentle, warm bliss. every thursday night was blocked off on your schedules for it.

you're giggling at the comedic scene, head lying in his lap. he smiles, heart aching pleasantly from the joyous vibrations against his thighs. he loves seeing you like this, having a good time.

his fingers are in your hair, running through your soft curls with an occasionally moment of massaging your scalp. he notices your eyes are fluttering shut from the relaxation, so he leans over and plants a kiss on your mouth.

they shoot wide open in surprise, him smirking down at you as he pulls away. "don't fall asleep on me now," he chuckles, twirling your strands around his pointer, "the movie's not even halfway over."

"well stop making me fall asleep then, doing that," you scoff.

he chuckles, and simply continues his teasing, interrupting kisses throughout the film. after the third time, he allows you to drift off.

compliments it 24/7 (dramatically)

yuji, choso, takuma

"fuck, babe," he groans, watching you finish styling your hair for the party that evening, "you're so gorgeous, i think i might die."

you snort, fluffing out your curls, "well, at least let me have some of those incredible shrimp rolls tonight before you do."

he gasps at your dark joke, letting a smile fall upon his face as he walks over towards you sitting in front of the vanity. he wraps his arms around your shoulders and rests his chin atop your head.

"okay, but i want to be staring at you when i go. i can't get over this fucking hair, jesus."

"you're doing too much," you roll your eyes teasingly.

he takes a few strands and starts to braid them gently so he can feel the beautiful texture. "nah," he smirks, "you'd understand if you were me."

"whatever you say," you hum smugly, tilting your head upwards so he can kiss you.

he obliges.

you were already falling to the point of no return. he smiled, gentle and knowingly.

"it's warm here."

"i think you'd love it."

"come, let me show you."

"i don't bite."

his skin was rough, but hot, each touch lingering and tempting you to ask for more.

"don't be shy."

"i'd give you everything."

"you can trust me."

"let me hold you."

the first time you kissed him, it felt like the entire world had collapsed around you. like nothing else mattered and never did.

your moans sounded like heaven to him, so perfect and hypnotic. it was ironic, considering he was the siren. he was meant to be the one pulling you.

"f-fuck," you whimpered, feeling the way his fingers curled so perfectly into your puffy walls, "don't stop, toge."

he huffs out a gentle chuckle, thumb circling your clit, watching your face intensely as you contort and push over the edge, covering his hand in your sweet juices. he hummed as he licked you clean, then placed a delicate kiss upon your mouth. you groaned at the taste of your slick mixed with his lips.

"you're beautiful, love."

"won't you let me take care of you?"

"i'll be everything you need."

"i want you."

your tongue is down his throat, fingers tugging at his hair as he pulls you close, moans escaping your chest and trickling down into his.

"toge," you pull away breathless, resting your forehead against his, "i want to go with you. away from here."

he sends you the kindest, yet most heinous smile. you were trapped completely. he was ecstatic. you knew what this was and didn't mind. not one bit.

"of course," he coos, "i'll never let you go."

yuji simply nods before seeing himself out of the office.

the sky grew darker whilst his was inside of the building, the short days of winter quickly making themselves known as the november air turns crisper. he pulls his bomber jacket tighter around his body as he swiftly shifts through the foot traffic and train rides, arriving in the neighbourhood of katsushika within an hour. 

to the average person, it would simply seem like a quieter night with the inhabitants opting to stay inside. but to him, as a sorcerer, he can see the dark energy emanate from every corner of the streets, and it’s especially concentrated towards the riverbank just as yuta had alluded to.

yuji readies himself as he makes his way there, having to stealthily exercise a few low grade curses in the process. when he finally arrives at the black mist, he nearly passes out. the smell is overwhelming, and he can barely see a thing.

“christ,” he mutters, pulling his face mask out of his pocket and placing it over his nose and mouth. 

he moves silently, eyes searching hastily for the heart of the cursed energy. his breath stutters for a moment when they land on a curled-up body lying on the gravel a few feet away. somehow, even from as far of a distance as he’s standing from it, he can see their tears. and the wails, god the wails, break his heart; they’re so full of pain and turmoil that he hesitates to take another step forward.

but you notice him, and you shriek, the black mist swirling violently around you as your anxiety rises. your emotions affect your abilities, you know this much. but that’s all you know about it. your parents abandoned you at the age of ten, leaving you to fend for yourself as a mere child. survival for you consisted of hiding in bushes to protect yourself from potentially dangerous humans and natural conditions. you never learned what was wrong with you nor how to control it, no one was around to teach you. as you grew older, you picked up bits and pieces of understanding from meeting other curses, yet still, many things remained unknown.

“w–who are you?” you shudder, eyes wide as you stare at the man before you. he looks kind, but then your eyes drop to the pistol in his hand, and your heart breaks. you thought maybe, just maybe, he was someone coming to save you. “ha,” you huff out a weak laugh, “are you here to kill me?”

yuji swallows. his hands are shaking around the trigger. “yes.”

he senses it. he knows that you’re not like other special grades, that your moral compass is sound. your energy draws him in like a moth to a flame, because he was once like you– burdened with abilities he had to learn to control before he destroyed everything.

but orders are orders, and he doesn’t know if you’re capable of reacting the same way he did when he was once in your shoes. he points the barrel at you as he dares to take another step forward, your heart racing from the click of the safety being switched off. 

three more steps.

one more.

the metal rests tautly against your forehead, and you don’t dare to move an inch. he can hear your shaky breaths and see the red of your eyes from crying; he thinks that if he closes his eyes while he takes your life, it will make things easier for him to complete the job.

but then you whimper, and his heart completely shatters in that moment. he looks at you, body shaking not from the cold, but from fear, slowly lowering the gun to point it back towards the ground. you don’t know what to do, what to say. is he… sparing you?

“w–what are–”

bang.

the piercing clang of the bullet indents the earth and you scream from the sudden loudness of it all. you’re just staring back at him, confused yet grateful.

“i have to make it convincing,” yuji states, clicking the safety on once again before putting the pistol away. “the bullets are made of highly lethal cursed energy. i only had one left.” you just blink at him, still trying to process what had happened. “they know my aim is impeccable,” he continues, “so if they think i shot it, whatever happens next will be seen as beyond myself rather than failure as a sorcerer. they trust me.” he pulls the mask down, revealing his face.

“why,” you croak, shuddering as he kneels down to your level, “why are you letting me go?”

“because,” there it is again, the look from earlier that convinced you he is a kind person, “i know that you don’t mean to hurt anyone.” his words rest comfortingly in your chest, and you see that the black mist begins to dissipate. he notices, too. “what’s your name?”

“y/n,”

“how old are you?”

“i don’t know,” you try to think, “somewhere between twenty five and three hundred at this point.”

he frowns. “and you’ve been roaming around on your own since you were a child?”

your mouth drops open in shock. “how did you know?”

“i just do.” truthfully, he wasn’t sure himself, how he knew that you’d struggled since you were so young. it came to him almost as if it were a message from the gods. “something just… told me, i guess?”

you laugh, and he’s a bit startled as the now translucent grey mist dances with your joy. he truly finds it fascinating how your cursed technique changes along with your emotions and moods. “are you a god?” you tease.

“i suppose sorcerers are something like that, aren’t we? do you know what a sorcerer is?”

you nod. “i’ve learned a number of things over the years from other cursed spirits i’ve met, but i still lack a lot of knowledge.”

“i can teach you,” yuji offers, sending you a kind smile, “there’s a lot i don’t know, too, but i know what is necessary.”

“how?” you question. “i can’t leave this place. i’m afraid if i do, i’ll accidently destroy all of tokyo… maybe even beyond that.”

“then, i’ll come to you,” he says, “when i can, i’ll come here in the evenings and help you.”

“you’d really do that?” your eyes are glassy and he feels a pang in his chest.

“i would,” he smiles again, “let’s figure you out together, okay?”

“yuji,” yuta’s voice is stoic and harsh as he walks into the training room. yuji backs away from the punching bag and turns to his friend and supervisor. “that curse you exorcised the other week… did it actually die?”

yuji’s brows furrow. of course, he knows the truth, but he can’t say that. “i thought so,” thankfully he’s good at lying. it’s a skill he picked up over the years for protective measures, but he only uses it when necessary. your situation he deemed as such, “why, what happened?”

“all of katsushika was destroyed last night,” yuta says. yuji’s heart stops. all he can picture is the inhabitants screaming in terror whilst you cry and beg yourself to stop. “houses have been ripped apart, blood is painting the streets… it looks like our job here is far from finished. we need to destroy that curse.”

yuji doesn’t know what to say. he just tries to breathe, slowly nodding. yuta takes his leave shortly after.

that evening, yuji looks for you instead of going straight home after work to take a hot shower and sleep like he knows he should. he’s scared for you and his heart burns with sorrow for those you’ve harmed.

he feels sick. seeing everything that yuta described right in front of his very eyes makes him feel faint, weak. it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, but this time, it feels different. 

“y/n!” he grits his teeth, yelling your name as he runs towards the river. the mist is thicker and darker than before, and there’s an agonizing, demonic groan originating from deep within. “fuck, where are you?!” he’s suffocating as he trips over an object he can’t define, squinting his eyes and trying to locate your shadow in the center of the storm. 

“y–yuji,” you choke. he hears you call him, but it’s distorted and ominous. he isn’t scared of you, though. his concern rests in if he can get you to safety or not. he knows full well yuta is gathering up a group of sorcerers with the intent to contain then kill you. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” you repeat like a prayer, legs curled up against your chest as you rock back and forth. you can see him, but he can’t see you. you desperately want to reach out and grab his hand.

“tell me where you are,” he coughs, crawling forward, “i need you to lead me.”

you hesitate, but do respond to him. “just a little further and you’ll reach me.” his hand finally brushes against the sole of your boot a few moments later. “here i am.”

the mist begins to calm once again, and yuji lets out a dramatic exhale both from finally finding you and being able to breathe normally again. 

he feels happy to see you, but worry swells in his chest when he notices how destroyed you look. you're pale as a ghost, brittle and quivering. your eyes are bloodshot and puffy, too. he knows why, how could he not? you just massacred an entire neighborhood without even knowing how.

“what happened?” he asks calmly, sitting down beside you. he rests his hand comfortingly on your thigh and you sniffle. 

“i– i don’t know. i was sleeping and had a nightmare, the next thing i know i’m awake and seeing everything around me set ablaze and people screaming on the streets.” you lift your palms up to him, the ones he couldn’t make out in the dark mist earlier. they’re covered in soot, almost like they’d been burnt to a crisp, but no wound is present. you look so afraid. “i did this, yuji… i killed all of those innocent people in my sleep. i can’t–,” you choke out a sob, and his grip tightens on you, “i can’t live like this. i never asked for these abilities. i never meant to… fuck,” you hiss, pulling at your hair aggressively. yuji’s free hand reaches up to grab your wrists and stop you, and though you’re crying uncontrollably, you manage to calm a little from more of his touch. “you should have killed me,” you grit, looking at him with eyes full of both truth and sorrow, “you should have left the gun pressed to my head pulled the fucking trigger.”

“no,” he asserts, looking you dead in the eye with determination. “i trust my instincts that you’re not a bad person. you deserve a chance.”

“but, yuji!” you yell, and he jumps, surprised by your raised voice, “i killed them! they’re dead! these beautiful people are dead because of me!”

yuji doesn’t know how to prove his point to you past the fact that he’s experienced the same thing. when sukuna was finally released from his body all those years ago, he felt the same remorse and pain that you are now, but he eventually learned that it wasn’t his fault. it never was. and you, though he has no knowledge of where your abilities come from, yuji’s convinced they aren’t innate. 

he wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you against his chest. you’re taken back at first, but soon allow yourself to sob in his arms as you return the hug, hot tears soaking through his sweater as your shaking fingers curl into the wool. he just sits there, hands cupping the back of your head as he tries to soothe you, tries to calm your restless heart. his fingers running through your hair has a quicker effect on you than you realize. 

the black mist warps abstractly from your rollercoaster of emotions, but it eventually settles into the translucent, baseline grey as your pulse steadies.

yuji doesn't expect to see tsurugi, yuta’s grandson, standing there when his surroundings become visible again. their eyes widen once they take notice of each other, and though yuji’s panicking, he squeezes you tighter rather than push you away.

“yuji… what is the meaning of this?” tsurugi furrows his brows in confusion. “why are you holding that curse?”

“their name is y/n,” yuji shocks himself with his hostile outburst. tsurugi doesn’t know the truth, he’s just doing his job. 

“it has a name?”

“don’t call y/n ‘it’!” tsurugi winces, stepping back slightly from the fellow sorcerer, “and they’re not a curse!”

“but the energy… it’s the most powerful i’ve seen in a while–”

“y/n needs help, not death!”

tsurugi doesn’t know what to say, but something tells him that yuji’s reasons are valid. 

he sighs, kneeling down in front of your two huddled bodies. “my grandfather won’t be happy about this.”

“then you better keep your mouth fucking shut.”

tsurugi laughs. seeing yuji angry like this was always entertaining, because he rarely acted out as such. “y/n can’t stay here,” he says, “we need a secure location, both for their sake and the city’s.”

yuji’s apartment is small, but can comfortably occupy two people.

“are you sure about this?” you ask hesitantly, twiddling your thumbs in the doorway.

he sends you a soft smile and nods. “i’m sure. plus, you’ll be safe here. the property is infused with cursed energy that cancels out abilities. nothing can hurt you and vice versa as long as you stay within the complex’s boundaries. none of my colleagues are allowed to stop by unannounced, either, and there’s no way for them to sense your presence.”

“that… sounds ironic,” you chuckle, “a curse that erases curses, yet itself stays visible,” tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. yuji watches your movements, remembering what your pretty locks felt like beneath his fingertips when he held you earlier. his stomach flips. 

“cursed energy and the entire power system has a funny way of working,” he hums, “it’ll make more sense as we move further along in your studies.”

he heats up a pot of tea and prepares a quick egg fried rice while you shower and become more accustomed to your new living situation. yuji nearly drops the scorching pan onto his foot when you step out of the bathroom with your hair up in a messy bun and sporting the oversized tshirt he lent you. he’s never asking for it back now. fuck. 

he shakes his head briefly in an attempt to clear his head, finishing up serving the rice into a set of blue, floral ceramic bowls. he joins you in the couch shortly after, placing the tray with your food and drinks on the coffee table in front of you. “eat up,” he smiles, “i’m actually a pretty damn good cook.”

your heart doesn’t know what to do with itself. this is the first time you’ve ever been shown any amount of care, and your head is spinning. it’s hard to trust, though. you think yuji is a good person whom truly wants to help you, yet at the same time, how could you fully believe that when your whole life all you’ve ever been shown is the opposite?

yuji notices your hesitation. he never pushes, always keeping a certain amount of distance that allows you to feel safe and come to a conclusion in your own time. he chats with you casually, which confuses you slightly. is he your elder? or are you his? you’re not even sure if this is your first life or not. but here you are, presently in your twenties, trying to navigate whatever the hell this is. whatever you are.

“i’m sure you wonder why i believe you’re a good person after what you’ve done,” yuji starts slowly, setting his empty bowl back onto the tray before lifting the mug of tepid tea up to his lips. he doesn’t mean any harm by the statement, and you know that, though the brutal honesty stings a little.

“yeah,” you respond, voice small, “i do.”

“it’s because i was like you once.” your eyes shoot wide open as you whip your head to look straight at him. he chuckles and he sips his tea. “you seem surprised,” he smiles with a hint of playfulness. he continues. “when i was in high school, my body was possessed by the king of curses. ryomen sukuna, ever heard of him?”

you nod slowly. “i’ve heard that name before.”

“he’s sealed away in a very secure place now. no one has even dared to search again after what happened back then.” the bottom of his mug taps the coaster, “at first he had little control over me, but once the cursed energy increased in power, i lost to him almost entirely.” he looks at you and his expression is warm. “i don’t think you are a curse, i think somewhere in your lifetime a curse possessed you.”

you want to believe him. you really do. “how can you be so sure?”

“because if you were really a malevolent being, i don’t think you would be crying your heart out over humans that are dead because of you.”

his words hit you hard in the chest, and you squeeze your eyes shut tightly to let them settle. 

you try to believe this isn’t who you are. you are not bad. none if this is your fault.

but you don’t know. 

you fall asleep shortly after, belly fed and body full of warmth as your head falls onto yuji’s shoulder. he smiles to himself, choosing to stay seated for a while so as to not disturb you. once he starts to feel himself becoming tired, he gently lifts you into his arms and takes you to his bedroom, carefully tucking you into the sheets. 

“yuji,” your voice is quiet, but for once, it doesn’t sound terrified. 

his hand pauses on the doorknob on his way out as he slowly turns back to face you again. “yeah?” he asks softly.

“thank you,” you hum, exhausted as you begin to slip away into slumber again, “i owe you everything.”

he releases a faint laugh. he’s not sure if it’s because you sound so cute when you’re sleepy, or out of ridiculousness that you assumed you owed him anything. maybe both. he is just doing what he feels is right.

“you owe me nothing,” he hums quietly, “just stay alive for me, okay?”

“okay,” you squeak, exhaling softly. “stay with me tonight?”

his heart clenches and his lips part. “what?”

“i want you to stay with me,” you repeat, a bit louder, “you are planning to sleep on the couch, right? i’m sure it’s too small for you. and this is your home, you shouldn’t have to give up your bed for me. you’re already doing more than enough by allowing me to stay here.”

he’s afraid to move, afraid to speak. he wants to say yes, but isn’t sure if he should. he is a man of high self-control, but still. he finds you beautiful. he’s already admitted that much to himself. the last thing he wants to do is make things more complicated and uncomfortable. he’s here to protect and help you, neither of which warrant romantic involvement. 

“please.”

your sweet, raspy voice begs him and he can’t refuse. “sure,” he replies, pulse achieving dangerously high levels. 

he maintains a gap of space between your bodies as he lay on his back beside you; he’s unsure if he’ll sleep even a wink, especially when you roll over with the cutest whine sneaking past your lips and your arm lands across his stomach. he freezes. 

“you’re so warm, yu… ji…”

yeah, he definitely isn’t sleeping at all.

things begin to settle into place after that night. yuji’s home starts to feel like yours, too, and you’re managing to grasp everything that he’s teaching you on a regular basis.

“i know i can’t help you with any real combat training right now,” yuji says apologetically, “but hopefully the concepts and discussion points are enough to suffice for the time being.” 

you nod, biting your lip as you stay curled on the couch hugging a pillow. “everything you’re teaching me is extremely helpful, yuji. thank you.”

he smiles wider than he means to. it’s just, with your dynamic for the past few months, he’s having a hard time hiding how he feels. he loves having you around. your company has brought a flicker of light back into his monotonous, gruesome life. 

you keep it to yourself, but you feel the same way. yuji is the first person to treat you as an equal, and kindly at that. he cares about you so much and it never goes unnoticed. whilst you choose to regularly say ‘thank you’, oftentimes you want to say ‘i love you’ instead.

but you don't, because part of you believes that once this is all over, once you’ve learned to control your abilities and have figured out who exactly you are, you’ll part ways and he’ll just become someone you once knew that helped you through a difficult time in life. 

yuji isn’t thinking that way at all. in fact, he’s working hard behind-the-scenes to figure things out so you can stick around– preferably with him– and live freely without being cursed. 

“i have to get to work,” he thrums, “but there’s leftover rice porridge in the fridge for breakfast. a few eggs, too, if you prefer that.” he slips on his coat, “pizza is in the freezer, onigiri in the crisper. help yourself to anything, as usual.”

“thank you,” you grin, standing up to join him by the front door. he tilts his head at you curiously, because you’ve never done this before. normally, you stay seated on the couch and just bid him goodbye from there. this time, however, your body moves on its own. your arms wrap around his waist suddenly, and his sharp inhale of breath is quiet enough that you don’t quite catch it. “stay safe out there, and don’t catch a cold.”

he wants to kiss you and call off work so he can just love on you all day. but he can’t and he hates it. “i will,” he swallows hard, reluctantly enclosing around you. 

the apartment feels too big when yuji’s gone. it’s practically an expanded studio in terms of size, but it seems like a mansion with countless rooms when he’s not occupying the space with you.

it’s lonely, too. you know it’s for your own good, and to keep others safe. but still, you feel restless. you haven’t stepped beyond the complex in months, because once you cross over that barrier, all hell has the capacity to break loose. 

yuji notices you’re quieter than usual when he comes home that evening, immediately frowning upon seeing you preparing boxed ramen at the stove.

“what happened?” 

you both love and hate that he’s so observant. “nothing,” you say. you’re not lying. nothing ever happens since you’re basically quarantined for the foreseeable future, secluded within the tiny walls that feel like they start to swallow you up at times. sometimes you manage to take a walk outdoors within the boundaries, but it’s not enough. “i just– i just want to be able to go outside without worrying.”

yuji’s stomach sinks as he removes his jacket and shoes, sliding into his slippers before shuffling towards you. he stands behind you and places his broad palms comfortingly on your shoulders. your heart leaps from the touch. 

“i’m sorry,” he apologizes. “i know this isn’t ideal right now. i’m just afraid if you leave, they’ll find you and–”

“i know,” you switch off the burner and sigh, turning to face him with a sad smile, “you don't have to explain. i know i have every right to walk out of here and risk my life, you’re not keeping me here unwillingly and you've never made me feel that way. you’ve never forced me.” he feels a bit relieved. “i know damn well the minute i step past the barrier, i’m fucked. anything could happen. i’m scared of that. at the same time, i’m going crazy in this space. it’s beautiful, it’s warm– fuck, i’ve never had a real home up until now– but i’ve also never been nauseous from the sight of white paint and now it’s all i ever feel lately.”

yuji feels awful. all this time, he never knew how you felt. he was so scared of what would happen to you that he believed his only option was to have you stay with him, somewhere he knew you wouldn’t be harmed. you’re right, he’s never forced you to stay, never said anything in order manipulate you into doing so. you could leave at any moment. 

his fear clings onto his chest like stubborn glue and all he can do in that moment is hold you tight. you sink into him without hesitance, squeezing your arms firmly around his body. you feel a tear land on your exposed shoulder.

“i’m sorry,” yuji croaks, fingers curling hopelessly into the material of your shirt, “i’m so sorry you’re unhappy. i never wanted you to feel that way again.”

“it’s not your fault,” you assure him, nails running comfortingly up and down his back, “it’s the world’s for being so cruel.”

he leans back enough to look at you, following your thumbs until they land on his cheekbones to wipe away his tears. he sniffles, and he can’t stop staring into your eyes– they’re so pretty and bright, despite you sharing you’re feeling so empty. your gaze catches his, and in that moment, time stops. the ramen has been long forgotten, and his face sears beneath your hands.

“yuji,” you call his name gently.

he sucks in a shallow breath as if he hadn’t had oxygen in years. “yeah?”

“i love you.”

his eyes grow wide, but he doesn’t look away. “you– you what?”

your smile makes his chest want to explode. you are the most beautiful person to ever grace the world in his eyes. “i love you,” you repeat, feathering your thumbs across his cheeks again. this time, with the intention of showing him your deep affection, rather than trying to rid him of his heartbroken tears. “i love you, yuji itadori. you’ve shown me nothing be pure love since the day we met, and i’m forever grateful for that. i can’t imagine my life without you. i wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for you. despite my own inner battles, you have made me the happiest person on earth.”

he releases a strained sound as his head falls forward, chest erupting with laughter a few seconds later in both joy and disbelief. “holy fuck,” he huffs, “i– i never thought i’d hear those words coming from you.”

“is it that shocking?” you tease, dropping your hands from his face to rest them at his waist again. “i thought i was doing a good job at dropping hints.”

“unfortunately, i was too preoccupied with my own feelings towards you to notice.”

you stick your tongue out playfully and move your head in closer to his. “does that mean you love me, too?”

“guess i’m not the only one who missed all the hints.” he smirks. 

your lips finally press together, and it feels like centuries of pent up love are being poured into each other at this moment. his hands hold your jaw so delicately firm while he deepens the kiss, pressing your back against the front of the stove. you’re both completely breathless when you decide to break apart, pressing your temples against one another as you take a minute to catch your breath.

“i love you so fucking much, y/n,” yuji exhales, “i won’t allow you to feel so broken anymore.”

“yuji itadori.”

yuji jumps from the low roar originating out of yuta as he storms into the training room, slamming the door shut behind him. he’s never used his full name like that, and he’s only ever seen him this angry at persistent cursed spirits.

yuji swallows hard, feeling afraid of his friend and boss for the first time in a very long time. he opens his mouth to speak, but yuta’s booming voice stops him before he can.

“how long?” he’s pacing along the floor, clenching his jaw so hard yuji thought it might break. “how fucking long have you been housing that curse?”

yuji feels dizzy, ears beginning to ring as he starts spiraling into a panic. fuck, fuck, fuck! how did he find out?

“answer me!”

his breath shakes. “s–six months.”

yuta’s jaw falls slack, and then laughs hysterically in shock. “six… six months? are you fucking serious right now?” yuta loses his balance for a moment, yuji running over to his side to help him sit down on the couch in the room. this amount of stress can’t be good for an elderly man. yuta slaps his hand away, “don’t touch me,” and yuji flinches, stepping back. 

“i’m sorry…” he exhales, darting his eyes towards the ground, “y/n doesn’t want to hurt anyone–”

“it has a name?” yuta scoffs. “yuji, i trusted you to do your job! katsushika is obliterated because of that thing, and you’ve been protecting it this whole time?” yuji feels scared. “you, of all people, should know how dangerous curses of that grade are!” he glares at him, irises full of disappointment. “you’re on probation for the foreseeable future. starting today, you’re only handling paperwork.”

“yuta– wait, let me explain–”

“what possible explanation could you have for this?”

“my experience with sukuna is exactly why i saved y/n! they’re not like the others, they’re like me!”

“where’s your proof?”

yuji goes quiet. “i… haven’t found it yet. i just… feel it.”

yuta sighs, leaning forward into his hands as his elbows rest on his knees. “a week. one fucking week to plead your case and if you have nothing, it’s over. i’m being lenient here, giving you the benefit of the doubt.” he looks up at yuji’s panicked expression, “your insatiable desire to help others that you see yourself in is going to get you and everyone else killed.”

“i won’t let that happen.” yuji swears.

yuta’s smile tries to be empathetic, but its sad. “tell that to the thousands dead in katsushika.”

yuji feels sick when he returns home to you that evening. he fully expected to find you already dead on his floor, assuming yuta to have sent men without a warning to storm into his apartment before he confronted him earlier, regardless that he offered him a chance to prove his argument. he thought maybe it was a bluff. a situation like this would be the only time the rule of ‘not showing up unannounced’ could be nullified. 

but you’re there, smiling so brightly at him from the kitchen counter as you hold up a pot of steaming, freshly made omurice to show off. yuta truly hadn’t made any moves yet. 

“hi, yu,” you beam, “i made dinner! sorry i didn’t wait for you, i was starving,” you chuckle, placing the pan back on the trivet. 

he can’t help it. yuji bursts out into tears, falling to his knees as his sobs echo piercingly off the walls. you feel frantic, spoon clanging against the plate as it drops from your hand, jumping out of the stool immediately to go to him. 

“yuji?” you pry gently, “baby, what’s wrong?”

“they know,” he gasps, wetting the floor as he grasps at you desperately. “s–somehow they found out about you.”

“oh,” is all you say, pulling him closer against your chest. this is something you expected to happen eventually, and frankly, you were surprised it hadn’t sooner. a few tears of your own spill out as yuji sobs into your chest, your two bodies sitting helplessly on the kitchen floor. “hey, it’s going to be okay,” you try coax him, “i’m still here, i’m alive.”

“i–i don’t know,” he chokes, head tilting up to look at you. his tears have slowed a little, though his heart is still deeply shaken. “if i can’t figure out what– who you are in a week, then they’re going to kill you.”

you kiss him gently, being sure your lips tell him that you’re safe for now. “we’ll figure it out, i know we will.”

the knocking comes three days later while you’re home alone. it’s loud and impatient, your body jerking abruptly from the sudden bang on the door. 

you don’t move at first. it’s very easy to tell it’s not yuji on the other side. you cautiously lift your body from the couch, careful not to creak the floor as you slowly shift towards the balcony. the fire escape offered you a way out.

the knocking starts again, this time more thunderous than before, just as you slide open the balcony door.

your eardrums rupture as there’s a clang similar to the bullet yuji shot away from you the night you met, the door slamming open aggressively against the wall seconds later as your eyes meet those of the intruder.

tsurugi’s look brutally cold, and you freeze in place.

why is he here? wasn’t he the one who helped you and yuji?

it starts to make sense. of course it does. he’s the only other person who knows about you. who else would have opened their mouth to yuta?

“good to see you again, y/n.” 

his voice makes you want to vomit. you’re breathing heavily, dragging your weighted body towards the fire escape. but tsurugi’s quicker than you, grabbing your waist and pulling you back over the balcony railing and into the apartment. you kick and scream, his hand slamming over your mouth before anyone else can hear.

“we can do this the easy way or the hard way,” he grits, gripping you harsher. tears flood your eyes as you continue to squirm, but there’s no point. you can’t fight back here without your abilities, and not when you’re drowning in panic, body weak. “hard way it is, then.” 

his fingers press into the side of your neck, your vision quickly growing blurry as everything fades to black. 

where you awake is cold and dark. there’s a distant echo of water droplets, and soon you understand yourself to be underground somewhere, perhaps a cave.

“thank god, you’re alive.”

your head turns sharply towards the voice, eyes growing wide at the sight of yuji in front of you. he’s chained to the wall, managing to drag himself in your direction enough to be a little closer to you. still, several feet of space remains.

“yuji–” the clanging is loud as you feel the pressure on your own wrists, realizing right then you, too, are chained. “where are we? what’s going on?”

“i–i have no idea. i just know tsurugi–”

“good morning, sunshines.” tsurugi sings, making a dramatic entrance into the space.

yuji’s scowling, shaking angrily as he pulls at the metal. “what the fuck is this, tsurugi? why are you doing this?”

“because,” his smile disgusts you. it’s full of arrogance and downright evil. “weaklings like you have no place in this world.”

“what?” yuji spits, grinding his teeth, “if anyone’s weak here, it’s you. couldn’t even fight without being a coward about it first, chaining us to a damn wall?” tsurugi’s nostrils flare as he picks up his foot, shoving the heel of his boot into yuji’s chest. he groans as his back slams against the protruding rocky wall behind him, then laughs in pure rage and pain. “you should have tried me back then, tsurugi.”

“shut the fuck up or i won’t hesitate to kill you now.”

“yeah?” yuji looks crazy. “pretty easy to figure out this place you’ve got us in is nullifying our abilities, but do you know how to kill someone without your crutch? think you can swing your sword with no cursed energy and actually get a hit from it?”

yuji keeps pushing and you stay silent. you’re not sure what you could say to change anything, nor do you know if tsuguri is capable of what yuji is suggesting. 

tsurugi grabs yuji’s jaw and tilts it upwards aggressively. he digs his heel further, making sure it stings, as his fingertips bury into the hollows of his cheeks. “keep talking and see what happens, bastard.” he seethes, releasing his head harshly enough that it slams against the rocky wall. yuji grunts in agony, but he’s not afraid of him. 

yuta’s already suspicious when he doesn’t hear from yuji that morning. he’s never been one to skip out on work without a heads up first, so naturally, he’s concerned.

tsurugi rushes into headquarters around noon without a word, brushing past his grandfather. must have been a difficult assignment, he thinks. or… something is extremely off about his energy. 

yuta’s brows furrow as he follows tsurugi into the training room, just observing for a few moments before he announces his presence. tsurugi is raging, practically pounding holes into the punching bag with each hook. 

“fucking asshole,” he mutters to himself. hit. “i’m gonna kill him, i swear to god.”

“tsurugi.”

yuta’s voice causes him to pause, slowly backing away from the equipment. “hey, gramps,” he greets, acting as if nothing is wrong, “is there something you need? i’m kind of busy here.”

his eyes narrow slightly, but not too much. “i was just curious if you’d heard from yuji at all. he’s never failed to show up without calling in first.”

yuta notices. the flinch of tsurugi’s thumb, the subtle tightening of his jaw, the quiver in his step. he knows something.

“no idea,” tsurugi shrugs, quickly darting his eyes back to the punching bag. 

yuta’s ability to lie convincingly surely didn’t pass on to his grandson. “well, if you hear from him, let me know.” he says simply before taking his leave.

once he’s back in his office, he quickly calls his most trusted agent to gather a few men for patrol.

“follow him,” he says, “tsurugi’s up to something. stay low and out of sight, you got it?” there’s a low grunt in agreement on the other side of the speaker. 

“yuji,” you wince, watching as he hammers the metal of his cuffs against a protruding piece of the rock wall, “please stop, you’re hurting yourself!”

he hisses as the gravel stabs his palms for the god knows time, pointlessly adding to his already bloody and bruised skin.

“but i think i almost–”

“yuji.”

he blinks at you, eyes lowering as his face grows into a look of defeat. he knows you’re right. he’s desperate, but his strategy isn’t working. he’s only wounding himself.

tsurugi walks in shortly after, carelessly sliding a plate to each of you with a dinner roll and a few cheese blocks.

yuji snorts,“what is this, the renaissance?" then scoffs, “why are you even bothering to feed us when you’re going to kill us both anyway?”

“because i do have some sense of moral,” tsurugi huffs.

“hm.”

eating with cuffed hands is a bit of a challenge, but doable. tsurugi just stares at you and yuji as you eat, like he is plotting how to end you both right in that moment. he might as well have poisoned you two by now– that seems like the fastest, simplest way. 

there’s a loud, booming clatter from just beyond the rocky wall behind tsurugi, presumably near the entrance of where he regularly departs and returns. you drop the bread out of your hand startled. tsurugi whips his head in the direction of the sound, unsheathing his sword. 

“what the hell?” he mutters. “who–” there’s a loud wisp through the air just before he screams, back slamming harshly into the gravel a second later. his hand cups his shoulder where he had been shot, gritting his teeth. “fuck!” he growls in pain, looking at his palm to see it stained with blood.

three men in black suits enter the space just then with guns pointed at tsurugi, none of whom you recognize. yuji gasps beside you when a fourth body emerges from behind the three of them.

“yuta?” he questions in shock. “what are you doing here?”

“i figured something was wrong when you hadn’t shown up to work without notice earlier this week,” he replies, “and my grandson here is a terrible liar.” he glares at tsurugi still hissing in pain in the corner, now restrained by the three suited men. “i had some of my men follow him.” yuta takes a few more steps forward, stopping just mere inches away from your malnourished, shivering body. he sends you an apologetic smile, kneeling down as he takes off his coat to drape over your shoulders. “you must be y/n.” he retrieves a small handgun from his belt, aiming perfectly at the cuffs to break the metal off without harming you. you sigh in relief once your wrists are freed.

yuji’s watching the interaction, still dumbfounded by the turn of events. did yuta find something out about your curse in his absence? he wants you dead, so why is he acting so kind and freeing you?

yuta silently backs away from you, then approaches yuji, offering the same warmth from the cardigan layer he had hidden underneath the jacket. yuji blinks, watching as a gentle smile appears on his face just as he finishes wrapping it around his shoulders. “here,” he says, then makes the same precise shot, metal clanking on the ground moments later.

whilst both you and yuji sit there at a loss for words, yuta begins to speak further. “i… may have figured out what– who y/n is,” he says. his face doesn’t read very happy about it, and yuji’s stomach twists sickeningly. yuta takes a deep breath, then looks directly at you. “it seems you are a dark reincarnation of susanoo, god of storms.” your eyes widen, heart pounding violently. suddenly, the chaotic, clouded dust that always surrounded you makes sense. he looks back at yuji, “i know you don't want it to be the truth, but y/n is a curse. separation is not possible.”

“is the energy something that can be contained?” yuji dares to ask, swallowing hard.

yuta’s hopeless expression doesn't seem to waver. slowly, he shakes his head. “it is far too powerful for even the strongest of sorcerers to control. the only solution is–”

“death,” you complete his sentence, voice low and breathy, but everyone in the room catches it all the same. this is something you have always felt deep within since you were old enough to understand you were different, but tried to ignore it. “the only way it can be stopped is by killing me.”

yuta’s eyes drop to the gravel with a deflated sigh. “yes.” he says. “that’s correct.”

“what?” yuji’s eyes are bursting out from his head as he crawls over towards you, wrapping you tightly in his arms. he looks at yuta again, “how, then? how is it that the suppression barriers are working? if the power is too strong, then why–”

“i don’t know, yuji,” yuta answers honestly, “but if y/n steps outside of the barrier, japan is done for. we’re lucky their full power hadn’t been realized yet when they were roaming around katsushika. but we don’t know how much time we have left until that time comes. and it will.”

“you’re not fucking killing y/n!” yuji yelps, shaking helplessly as he keeps you close.

“he has to,” you gulp, shivering as tears begin to form in your eyes. “if he doesn’t, i’ll destroy everything. he’s right.” you inhale a sharp breath, “i–i can’t live inside the barriers for the rest of my life. that’s a prison sentence,” you look at him, eyes pleading, “death will grant me freedom.”

“y/n…”

you kiss him, feeling the wet tears dripping from his own eyes splash against your cheeks as you stay tightly pressed together, savouring the sweet and final moment together. yuji rests his forehead against yours with his eyes squeezed shut as you pull away. “let me go with you,” he huffs, “i’ve lived over eighty years. that’s long enough.”

“yuji,” yuta calls him, “you know i can’t let that happen. we need you. you’re all we have left that can handle–”

“kill. me.”

yuta’s breath hitches in his throat, chest tightening at the determination burning in his comrades eyes. he wasn’t going to back down.

“you know there are others that are just as strong as me,” yuji asserts, “don’t pretend that’s not true!”

yuta stays silent, simply motioning one of the three men to step up beside him, the other two still keeping tsurugi restrained. 

“are you sure you want this?” yuta asks yuji calmly.

yuji nods. “yes,” he answers in confidence. “if y/n has to die, then i die, too.”

yuta quietly guides the guard to help you and yuji out of the underground– the cursed bullet won’t work inside, as its been established. you and yuji stay obediently perched just beyond the exit, fear glossing over your irises as you stare at the two men, still holding onto each other tightly.

yuta’s hands shake as he releases the second gun from the holster– the ones used back in the cave earlier were full of regular bullets– then lifts the barrel and points it straight at your head. he can hardly stomach ending your life as it is, after understanding yuji’s love and devotion to you, but he definitely doesn’t have any will to do the same to his dear friend, someone he has known for so much of his life. he silently commands the guard to point his gun at yuji. 

“i’m sorry it had to end this way,” yuta’s throat cracks with remorse, tears forming in his eyes as the two of them pull the trigger.

the last thing you feel is yuji’s hand grasping onto yours as a puff of smoke clouds your vision before total darkness.