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a note from angel: im sorry i need to stop making new series this is an addiction of mine that i can't stop, pls sukuna leave me alone, i feel like im making a multiverse of sukunas.
synopsis: trying a new coffee shop didn't end up going your way when a mean barista takes your order. the problem? he's rude as fuck but he's the best at making your drinks. when you end up giving him a taste of his own medicine, you end up in a deal where this grumpy barista finds himself in the habit of making your morning coffee. everyday. for the next seven days.
tags: enemies to lovers, modern au, barista!sukuna, fluff, crack
word count: 3.7k words
Coffee is part of your daily routine.
If you don't start your day with coffee then it can be ensured that the day will be a terrible day.
You're not strict about your coffee, you don't simply stick to one type of drink. You're the type to explore and try new things. From lattes, to espressos, to cappuccinos, matcha, chai tea, hojicha and a lot more. The convenience of living in a big city is that there will always be a bunch of cafes and coffee shops to try with new businesses opening all over the blocks.
You've made it your own personal mission to try as many new shops in the city, not limiting yourself to one place. You want to support as much of the local businesses as possible, staying away from the big corporate brands. You have enough dealing with business and corporate issues in your work life so the least you can do is support your local community in your personal free time.
On your scout to work you happen to come across a new coffee shop. It's slightly hidden on the block but the brand name and minimalist colours catch your eye.
'Fuga.'
You're interested immediately. Coming to a stop outside, the meaning of the shop name is printed in white on the window. 'Fuga â One of the Japanese meanings of this is 'a way of elegance or grace'. We hope to include fuga with every order that we take; there's no rush, just sit back and enjoy.'
The opening and closing times are also unusual. They're open in time for the usual morning rush hour but unlike other coffee stores, they stay open until 9pm. You can't imagine the shifts that their staff must take and how much happens behind the scenes.
Despite being hidden, it is the morning rush hour on a weekday and through the window you can clearly see that there is a queue forming. Underrated coffee shops get discovered pretty quickly these days thanks to social media and it's not long until they'll be announcing a sister location somewhere else in the city.
Stepping inside, a bell chimes overhead but it's drowned out due to the hustle and bustle inside the shop. The scent of crushed coffee beans hits you immediately and the sound of lofi music playing in the background is just about heard over the level of conversations in the store.
Joining the queue, your eyes scan the cafe. It's pretty spacey compared to the other units that most coffee shops rent out. There's clearly more places to sit in the back and all of the window seats are currently taken. There's a handful of students and people in suits either sat working away on their laptops or taking a call. In the corner an old man is sitting back and enjoying a cup of his own hot coffee.
There's three people currently manning the counter and you worry whether that means service is slow but on further observation you notice they work well, weaving in and out of each other. There's a man situated at the till, tall and large you first notice. Then you see that he has pink hair and it's only when you inch closer to being served that you notice he has an array of black tattoos. They're printed on his face as well as around his wrists and you start to wonder how many baristas you've seen with face tattoos.
He seems to be the first.
Behind him seems to be a white haired figure with a plum pink stripe dyed into their hair. It's clear that whoever employs these people are very laid back with how they are presented. The figure moves quickly but also with caution pouring and making drinks before bringing them to the collection section and calling out a name.
You've been so caught up in studying the new environment of the cafe that you don't even realise that it's your turn next. You haven't had the chance to look at the menu so when you finally do, you're left with your mouth open in front of the tattooed man. And on closer observation you find that he's rather intimidating.
"Good morning." you greet.
"What do you want?" he asks in a monotone tone evident that he's been repeating this question for a while. You brush off the fact that he hasn't greeted you back and you simply hum as you stare at the menu.
It's evident that you're irritating the barista by not even knowing what you want, the bored expression on his face and his finger impatiently tapping the counter. Your eyes are scanning the menu until he finally says something that in all of your years of going to local cafes have never heard in your life.
"Can you hurry up?"
"Excuse me?"
"I said," he draws as if it's painfully inconveniencing him to repeat himself, "can you hurry up? There's a queue behind you." It's evident in his tone that he's not asking but rather ordering you to do so and for a split second there's a moment in which you forget that you are in fact the customer.
"I'm aware." you say, "I'm deciding."
"You had two minutes to decide." he retorts.
"I've never been here before, of course I'm going to take my time looking at the menu." you keep a calm tone making it clear that you don't want any misunderstandings.
"Do you want a medal? What's your order?"
Fine. You think to yourself, you're gonna give him the benefit of the doubt.
Maybe it's been a long morning, maybe he wasn't supposed to be on shift today but then got called in, maybe he's just an asshole. You don't care. But what you do care about is getting your morning coffee as usual.
"Vanilla latte with oat milk please."
"We're out of oat milk." he announces keeping his tone flat with enough space to add some frustration into it as if this was your own fault.
"Really?"
He doesn't reply, keeping a blank face that silently asks 'do I look like I'm joking?'
"Uhhh, could I get an iced strawberry matcha then please?"
"We're out."
You hold back a sigh, forcing a tight lipped smile on your face. "Fine. A cappuccino. Any milk you have. Please."
The barista doesn't look up, tapping onto a screen. "Regular or large?"
"What's the difference?" you ask.
He points to the side where the size cup differences are shown and as usual the large is 50p extra.
"Regular."
"Name?"
After giving your name, he mutters something under his breath and if you were in a bad mood this morning then you would have asked him what his issue was but instead you keep quiet, silently wishing he spills lukewarm coffee all over his disgustingly attractive face. Somehow. If it was logical to spill coffee on one's face.
"Four fifty. Tap your card and stand over there." he orders without any patience.
You don't even think twice before tapping your phone and moving immediately. In your mind you continue to curse him forever whilst watching his back muscles move swiftly as he makes your drink. Him and the white haired figure switched places with him making your order and his co-worker now at the till.
You expected a long wait but it takes less than five minutes before he's yelling out your name with impatience.
And he pronounced it wrong.
Whether it was on purpose or he wasn't listening to you at all, you'll never know but you go ahead and take your order. You can't even say thank you directly before he's rushing off and completing another order. Deciding to get out as soon as possible, you grab as many sugar packets you need, a stirrer and you head on out.
"How fucking rude." you mutter to yourself, opening the lid to your cappuccino. There's no latte art and you wouldn't expect there to be given the rush. You pour your sugar in and stir until satisfied, slowly making your way to the office building.
Sure, you know baristas are sometimes not the most welcoming people given the high stress level of their jobs and you've come across some reclusive baristas before but this oneâŚhe's just plain rude. You don't usually complain about how people do their job but this one has really struck a nerve.
How was he hired in the first place? Does the manager know he speaks to customers like this? How did he even pass an interview to get hired for this place? Does he act like this with all his customers?
Those are the questions that you continue to ask yourself whilst on the way to work, you get a little distracted after taking a sip of your coffee and coming to find out that your cappuccino is actually pretty good. Usually some cafes don't do cappuccinos the right way but there's something about this cup that makes you wonder what exact type of coffee bean they use.
You make a mental note to check later in your free time and it's not long before you start to feel rejuvenated by your coffee. Despite your bad customer service, you still manage to get a good cup of coffee to support your day and it's almost enough to forget your bad interaction.
***
Almost.
That cup of coffee was good.
Good enough to make you check their company website and check their 'about us' page.
And of course it just so happens that you stumble onto their google reviews.
Fuga Coffee Shop | reviews (54)
Naturally, your laptop cursor clicks onto their reviews. They only opened two months ago so it's understandable why the reviews must be so low, they're just starting out. The reviews are automatically filtered to their top reviews, which is from just over two weeks ago.
ihatemonkeys009
The grumpy tattooed barista is a little anti-social but he makes the best lattes ever! will be coming back again! four stars.
"A little?" you say aloud to yourself, "give me a break."
The review that follows under that is also highly popular.
ghostsarerealiswear2334_67
free wifi and they open early and don't close till late?! best study place ever! (please like my review!) five stars.
kentoforwork89
A nice and newly established restaurant under the Japanese name 'Fuga', the name is fitting for its elegant service and high quality coffee. They have a wide range on the menu and serve food too. The cafe is spacious, plenty of space to study or work and if you use electronics they have power sockets dotted around. Good prices for the service and highly reliable. I will be coming here again as it is not overwhelmingly busy or loud like some other places. I highly recommend. four and a half stars.
ilovesweetssooooooooooomuchhhgojo9838
tHE tattooed barisSta maybe be cold hoever his coffees are the warmest!!!!! xoxoxoxo peefect date location (soz for typos idid this fast on my phone so i coulget fre emochi) FIVE STARTS
You let out a sigh reading the reviews, it's a little cheesy but you get the point. Reading all 54 reviews you've come to find that a lot of people find the same tattooed barista annoying but miraculously all is forgotten once you've tried a coffee from him.
There isn't one totally bad review â maybe from an AI bot who says that the location is in a whole other city but other than that it's clear that this cafe is a new and upcoming contender as one of the best spots in the city.
And that doesn't sit right in your soul.
Taking this personally as someone who runs a company, you understand that if people were talking about your employees in this manner then they would be subject to being fired. You're confused on how this man is still employed even after fifty reviews, surely the owner must be reading them.
You sit in silence for a while as you contemplate.
Should you?
Or shouldn't you?
Hesitant, your fingers hover over your keyboard, testing out a sentence.
i tried this cafe as a new customer â no, no, too cliche, you backspace your sentence entirely.
Thinking for a moment, you reflect on what you want to say. You start typing slowly before it all flows within your fingertips, a mini paragraph forming on your screen. You're writing in the heat of the moment, out of pure frustration and embarrassment. Most people would be able to forgive and forget but wellâŚunfortunately you're not most people.
anonymouscapybara45
this place is relatively new in this city and as a coffee lover i was extremely enthusiastic to try this place out. my high hopes for this cafe were quickly crushed once i was (not even greeted) but completely mistreated by the tattooed barista.
i did not like this service, no matter how good the quality of the coffee was.
i do not think a barista should be talking to customers like this. i felt severely unwelcomed and i am having second thoughts on returning to this place.
there's better and kinder staff in other cafes in the city who i will gladly give my money too.
1 out of 5 stars.
Sure, it's a littleâŚKaren but you feel petty. Highlighting all the adverbs makes you think that your english teacher from high school would be proud. There's a small feeling of guilt in the pit of your stomach as it dawns on you that your review will be the first one star review the company has ever had.
But this is not a baseless review. You actually felt this way at the time. It's a little exaggerated but who cares, they don't know you and they never will because you're not stepping foot there ever again.
There's not much satisfaction in the world that you can get other than pressing post on your review.
***
An hour later you've moved on with your life. You've settled into your home, following your post-work routine and you're now sitting on your couch. Your phone lights up with a notification and your eyes land on the screen.
You get a notification from your gmail that someone has mentioned you in a reply and with your thumb clicking on the message your eyes slightly widen.
The owner has replied to your message.
And for the first time it seems because they haven't seemed to reply to all the other positive messages on the site.
You'd forgotten that this was an option for them, simply thinking that your review would just get the employee removed. Your eyes skim over the reply.
From the Owner of Fuga in reply to anonymouscapybara45
Hello valued customer,
we apologise that you have had this experience recently, it is never our intention to make our customers feel this way. Our company and brand relies majorly on the respect and communication with our customers which is always taught and trained to our employees. We apologise for the actions and behaviour of our barista and on behalf of the company we would like to invite you to have any item on our menu free of charge over the course of the week. We would like to give you a seven day voucher and invite you back to a better atmosphere of our cafe to show you truly how we treat our customers.
Please pop into our cafe at your convenience. We look forward to seeing you and we apologise again for your experience.
Kind regards,
Fuga Owner (Jin Itadori)
Your mind is baffled.
Free drinksâŚfor a week? Because of your bad review?
Not even the other low starred reviews have had this level of response from the owner. You're the first one star review they've had and they haven't even responded maliciously. You can't pass up on this good of an opportunity to have free coffee for the next week? You could be saving a ridiculous amount of money.
You re-read the review a few times to make sure that it still seems real to your eyes.
Maybe it will be the last time that you'll see that barista again.
**
You try your luck the following day. You're a bit more hopeful walking into the coffee shop the next day. It's a little less busier than the previous day and the queue is a little shorter.
But most important of them all, you don't see that tattooed jerk around.
This time serving the till is the white haired figure you saw making the drinks the last time you arrived. Behind them works another person that you haven't seen before who has their back turned making orders.
Soon enough it's your turn to go up to the till.
"Hello." They greet and almost immediately you feel comfortable that you won't be shunned for simply being a customer at this cafe.
"Good morning," you greet back with a smile before explaining your situation. "This may be a bit awkward but uhm, I was the customer who wrote a review of this cafe and uhâ the owner said I was given a voucher as some sort of compensation."
For a second you thought you were scammed or that the entire thing was a lie just to catch the poor customer who's written terrible reviews but you watch as the wave of recognition hits the barista.
Instead they nod and say, "one moment" before turning around to head to the back. You shift from one foot to the other, patiently waiting and in the meantime thinking of what you'd want to get as your first free drink.
Your smile soon drops once you see the figure that follows the person that you were speaking to at the till.
That tattooed bastard.
His eyes widen slightly at the sight of you before turning into a miserable frown, clearly he wasn't expecting you to be the customer who wrote the review but there's also something that tells you that he's not totally surprised.
The white haired barista makes their way back to you, "If you go over to Sukuna he can help you with your voucher."
Sukuna. Now you know his name. And now you know he's somehow still employed by this damn coffee shop.
You walk over with hesitation and you can't help but notice Sukuna's eyes watching you as you make your over to a quiet area.
"It was you." he says but there's no bite to his tone. It's merely a statement he's making but you don't miss the judgement in his eyes.
"I was being honest." you shrug, holding your head high. You have no regrets whatsoever, you were merely giving constructive feedback about an environment that felt hostile to you. About a certain someone who was hostile.
Sukuna leans in a little closer to you, one hand placed on the counter as he speaks to you. "Because of you and your stupid review I have to serve you free drinks for a week, which is coming out of my pay by the way."
"Maybe it'll teach you how to speak nicer to customers." you retort back.
You notice his hand turning into a tight fist, gripping the counter, clearly holding back on responding to you. With his other hand he slides over a piece of paper. "Here's your damn voucher and, no I didn't write it, so what do you want?"
You tilt your head a little at him.
Sukuna corrects himself and in a deadpan monotone he starts over. "Hello. Welcome to Fuga. What would you like today?"
A satisfied smile reaches your lips. "Much better. I would like an iced strawberry matcha with oat milk please."
"Regular or large?"
"Hmm since it's on the house, large please."
"It's not on the houseâŚ" he mutters.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Hmmmmm."
Sukuna disappears, diving into the hustle and bustle of his other colleagues making your own personal drink. As he makes your drink you look over your voucher, Sukuna's written today's date already and the expiry date is set seven days from now.
Once again, your order doesn't take him long and you spot your green and pink drink in his large hands. Approaching he hands your drink over to you which you thank before taking a sip.
On your tongue, the grassy flavour is immediately sedated by the sweetness of the strawberry at the bottom. There's the perfect amount of ice and matcha in your drink for you to enjoy and it takes everything in you not to fall to your knees and praise Sukuna on how great he's made this drink.
"Not bad." you murmur, downplaying your enthusiasm. "Can I get another free drink?"
"One per day stupid."
"The voucher doesn't clarify that, it's handwritten."
"I don't care."
"Would you like me to write another poor review?"
Now this is what gets Sukuna clenching his jaw together. He takes a pause, calming himself down before speaking to you again. "No anonymouscapybara45 I wouldn't like that because you got me in a lot of shit for this."
You don't flinch when he mentions your username. Ah, so he's read the review then. You quip back, "Your boss fire you yet?"
"No," and there's a slight pout, "he's just annoying the shit out of me at the moment."
"Hmm right, if you make me an iced vanilla latte with oat milk to go I think I might just refrain from writing a bad review about you for today."
You watch as he clenches his jaw in frustration. "Just this once. For the rest of the days you get one drink only."
"And a sweet treat!" you chime in.
Sukuna pauses, mulling over your suggestion. He lets out a sigh.
"A free drink and a snack." He offers.
"Deal." You outstretch your free hand to shake on.
Sukuna looks at your hand in pure disgust like you've just offered to spit in his mouth. "Deal. Just don't make my job harder than it needs to be." he mutters.
"I don't think I can promise that." you reply and you watch in pure satisfaction as he walks away mumbling to himself.
thank you for reading!! i hope you enjoyed :) i won't be running a taglist for this mini series (pls it is mini) but ya comments and reblogs are appreciated!!
a note from angel: im sorry i need to stop making new series this is an addiction of mine that i can't stop, pls sukuna leave me alone, i feel like im making a multiverse of sukunas.
synopsis: trying a new coffee shop didn't end up going your way when a mean barista takes your order. the problem? he's rude as fuck but he's the best at making your drinks. when you end up giving him a taste of his own medicine, you end up in a deal where this grumpy barista finds himself in the habit of making your morning coffee. everyday. for the next seven days.
tags: enemies to lovers, modern au, barista!sukuna, fluff, crack
word count: 3.7k words
Coffee is part of your daily routine.
If you don't start your day with coffee then it can be ensured that the day will be a terrible day.
You're not strict about your coffee, you don't simply stick to one type of drink. You're the type to explore and try new things. From lattes, to espressos, to cappuccinos, matcha, chai tea, hojicha and a lot more. The convenience of living in a big city is that there will always be a bunch of cafes and coffee shops to try with new businesses opening all over the blocks.
You've made it your own personal mission to try as many new shops in the city, not limiting yourself to one place. You want to support as much of the local businesses as possible, staying away from the big corporate brands. You have enough dealing with business and corporate issues in your work life so the least you can do is support your local community in your personal free time.
On your scout to work you happen to come across a new coffee shop. It's slightly hidden on the block but the brand name and minimalist colours catch your eye.
'Fuga.'
You're interested immediately. Coming to a stop outside, the meaning of the shop name is printed in white on the window. 'Fuga â One of the Japanese meanings of this is 'a way of elegance or grace'. We hope to include fuga with every order that we take; there's no rush, just sit back and enjoy.'
The opening and closing times are also unusual. They're open in time for the usual morning rush hour but unlike other coffee stores, they stay open until 9pm. You can't imagine the shifts that their staff must take and how much happens behind the scenes.
Despite being hidden, it is the morning rush hour on a weekday and through the window you can clearly see that there is a queue forming. Underrated coffee shops get discovered pretty quickly these days thanks to social media and it's not long until they'll be announcing a sister location somewhere else in the city.
Stepping inside, a bell chimes overhead but it's drowned out due to the hustle and bustle inside the shop. The scent of crushed coffee beans hits you immediately and the sound of lofi music playing in the background is just about heard over the level of conversations in the store.
Joining the queue, your eyes scan the cafe. It's pretty spacey compared to the other units that most coffee shops rent out. There's clearly more places to sit in the back and all of the window seats are currently taken. There's a handful of students and people in suits either sat working away on their laptops or taking a call. In the corner an old man is sitting back and enjoying a cup of his own hot coffee.
There's three people currently manning the counter and you worry whether that means service is slow but on further observation you notice they work well, weaving in and out of each other. There's a man situated at the till, tall and large you first notice. Then you see that he has pink hair and it's only when you inch closer to being served that you notice he has an array of black tattoos. They're printed on his face as well as around his wrists and you start to wonder how many baristas you've seen with face tattoos.
He seems to be the first.
Behind him seems to be a white haired figure with a plum pink stripe dyed into their hair. It's clear that whoever employs these people are very laid back with how they are presented. The figure moves quickly but also with caution pouring and making drinks before bringing them to the collection section and calling out a name.
You've been so caught up in studying the new environment of the cafe that you don't even realise that it's your turn next. You haven't had the chance to look at the menu so when you finally do, you're left with your mouth open in front of the tattooed man. And on closer observation you find that he's rather intimidating.
"Good morning." you greet.
"What do you want?" he asks in a monotone tone evident that he's been repeating this question for a while. You brush off the fact that he hasn't greeted you back and you simply hum as you stare at the menu.
It's evident that you're irritating the barista by not even knowing what you want, the bored expression on his face and his finger impatiently tapping the counter. Your eyes are scanning the menu until he finally says something that in all of your years of going to local cafes have never heard in your life.
"Can you hurry up?"
"Excuse me?"
"I said," he draws as if it's painfully inconveniencing him to repeat himself, "can you hurry up? There's a queue behind you." It's evident in his tone that he's not asking but rather ordering you to do so and for a split second there's a moment in which you forget that you are in fact the customer.
"I'm aware." you say, "I'm deciding."
"You had two minutes to decide." he retorts.
"I've never been here before, of course I'm going to take my time looking at the menu." you keep a calm tone making it clear that you don't want any misunderstandings.
"Do you want a medal? What's your order?"
Fine. You think to yourself, you're gonna give him the benefit of the doubt.
Maybe it's been a long morning, maybe he wasn't supposed to be on shift today but then got called in, maybe he's just an asshole. You don't care. But what you do care about is getting your morning coffee as usual.
"Vanilla latte with oat milk please."
"We're out of oat milk." he announces keeping his tone flat with enough space to add some frustration into it as if this was your own fault.
"Really?"
He doesn't reply, keeping a blank face that silently asks 'do I look like I'm joking?'
"Uhhh, could I get an iced strawberry matcha then please?"
"We're out."
You hold back a sigh, forcing a tight lipped smile on your face. "Fine. A cappuccino. Any milk you have. Please."
The barista doesn't look up, tapping onto a screen. "Regular or large?"
"What's the difference?" you ask.
He points to the side where the size cup differences are shown and as usual the large is 50p extra.
"Regular."
"Name?"
After giving your name, he mutters something under his breath and if you were in a bad mood this morning then you would have asked him what his issue was but instead you keep quiet, silently wishing he spills lukewarm coffee all over his disgustingly attractive face. Somehow. If it was logical to spill coffee on one's face.
"Four fifty. Tap your card and stand over there." he orders without any patience.
You don't even think twice before tapping your phone and moving immediately. In your mind you continue to curse him forever whilst watching his back muscles move swiftly as he makes your drink. Him and the white haired figure switched places with him making your order and his co-worker now at the till.
You expected a long wait but it takes less than five minutes before he's yelling out your name with impatience.
And he pronounced it wrong.
Whether it was on purpose or he wasn't listening to you at all, you'll never know but you go ahead and take your order. You can't even say thank you directly before he's rushing off and completing another order. Deciding to get out as soon as possible, you grab as many sugar packets you need, a stirrer and you head on out.
"How fucking rude." you mutter to yourself, opening the lid to your cappuccino. There's no latte art and you wouldn't expect there to be given the rush. You pour your sugar in and stir until satisfied, slowly making your way to the office building.
Sure, you know baristas are sometimes not the most welcoming people given the high stress level of their jobs and you've come across some reclusive baristas before but this oneâŚhe's just plain rude. You don't usually complain about how people do their job but this one has really struck a nerve.
How was he hired in the first place? Does the manager know he speaks to customers like this? How did he even pass an interview to get hired for this place? Does he act like this with all his customers?
Those are the questions that you continue to ask yourself whilst on the way to work, you get a little distracted after taking a sip of your coffee and coming to find out that your cappuccino is actually pretty good. Usually some cafes don't do cappuccinos the right way but there's something about this cup that makes you wonder what exact type of coffee bean they use.
You make a mental note to check later in your free time and it's not long before you start to feel rejuvenated by your coffee. Despite your bad customer service, you still manage to get a good cup of coffee to support your day and it's almost enough to forget your bad interaction.
***
Almost.
That cup of coffee was good.
Good enough to make you check their company website and check their 'about us' page.
And of course it just so happens that you stumble onto their google reviews.
Fuga Coffee Shop | reviews (54)
Naturally, your laptop cursor clicks onto their reviews. They only opened two months ago so it's understandable why the reviews must be so low, they're just starting out. The reviews are automatically filtered to their top reviews, which is from just over two weeks ago.
ihatemonkeys009
The grumpy tattooed barista is a little anti-social but he makes the best lattes ever! will be coming back again! four stars.
"A little?" you say aloud to yourself, "give me a break."
The review that follows under that is also highly popular.
ghostsarerealiswear2334_67
free wifi and they open early and don't close till late?! best study place ever! (please like my review!) five stars.
kentoforwork89
A nice and newly established restaurant under the Japanese name 'Fuga', the name is fitting for its elegant service and high quality coffee. They have a wide range on the menu and serve food too. The cafe is spacious, plenty of space to study or work and if you use electronics they have power sockets dotted around. Good prices for the service and highly reliable. I will be coming here again as it is not overwhelmingly busy or loud like some other places. I highly recommend. four and a half stars.
ilovesweetssooooooooooomuchhhgojo9838
tHE tattooed barisSta maybe be cold hoever his coffees are the warmest!!!!! xoxoxoxo peefect date location (soz for typos idid this fast on my phone so i coulget fre emochi) FIVE STARTS
You let out a sigh reading the reviews, it's a little cheesy but you get the point. Reading all 54 reviews you've come to find that a lot of people find the same tattooed barista annoying but miraculously all is forgotten once you've tried a coffee from him.
There isn't one totally bad review â maybe from an AI bot who says that the location is in a whole other city but other than that it's clear that this cafe is a new and upcoming contender as one of the best spots in the city.
And that doesn't sit right in your soul.
Taking this personally as someone who runs a company, you understand that if people were talking about your employees in this manner then they would be subject to being fired. You're confused on how this man is still employed even after fifty reviews, surely the owner must be reading them.
You sit in silence for a while as you contemplate.
Should you?
Or shouldn't you?
Hesitant, your fingers hover over your keyboard, testing out a sentence.
i tried this cafe as a new customer â no, no, too cliche, you backspace your sentence entirely.
Thinking for a moment, you reflect on what you want to say. You start typing slowly before it all flows within your fingertips, a mini paragraph forming on your screen. You're writing in the heat of the moment, out of pure frustration and embarrassment. Most people would be able to forgive and forget but wellâŚunfortunately you're not most people.
anonymouscapybara45
this place is relatively new in this city and as a coffee lover i was extremely enthusiastic to try this place out. my high hopes for this cafe were quickly crushed once i was (not even greeted) but completely mistreated by the tattooed barista.
i did not like this service, no matter how good the quality of the coffee was.
i do not think a barista should be talking to customers like this. i felt severely unwelcomed and i am having second thoughts on returning to this place.
there's better and kinder staff in other cafes in the city who i will gladly give my money too.
1 out of 5 stars.
Sure, it's a littleâŚKaren but you feel petty. Highlighting all the adverbs makes you think that your english teacher from high school would be proud. There's a small feeling of guilt in the pit of your stomach as it dawns on you that your review will be the first one star review the company has ever had.
But this is not a baseless review. You actually felt this way at the time. It's a little exaggerated but who cares, they don't know you and they never will because you're not stepping foot there ever again.
There's not much satisfaction in the world that you can get other than pressing post on your review.
***
An hour later you've moved on with your life. You've settled into your home, following your post-work routine and you're now sitting on your couch. Your phone lights up with a notification and your eyes land on the screen.
You get a notification from your gmail that someone has mentioned you in a reply and with your thumb clicking on the message your eyes slightly widen.
The owner has replied to your message.
And for the first time it seems because they haven't seemed to reply to all the other positive messages on the site.
You'd forgotten that this was an option for them, simply thinking that your review would just get the employee removed. Your eyes skim over the reply.
From the Owner of Fuga in reply to anonymouscapybara45
Hello valued customer,
we apologise that you have had this experience recently, it is never our intention to make our customers feel this way. Our company and brand relies majorly on the respect and communication with our customers which is always taught and trained to our employees. We apologise for the actions and behaviour of our barista and on behalf of the company we would like to invite you to have any item on our menu free of charge over the course of the week. We would like to give you a seven day voucher and invite you back to a better atmosphere of our cafe to show you truly how we treat our customers.
Please pop into our cafe at your convenience. We look forward to seeing you and we apologise again for your experience.
Kind regards,
Fuga Owner (Jin Itadori)
Your mind is baffled.
Free drinksâŚfor a week? Because of your bad review?
Not even the other low starred reviews have had this level of response from the owner. You're the first one star review they've had and they haven't even responded maliciously. You can't pass up on this good of an opportunity to have free coffee for the next week? You could be saving a ridiculous amount of money.
You re-read the review a few times to make sure that it still seems real to your eyes.
Maybe it will be the last time that you'll see that barista again.
**
You try your luck the following day. You're a bit more hopeful walking into the coffee shop the next day. It's a little less busier than the previous day and the queue is a little shorter.
But most important of them all, you don't see that tattooed jerk around.
This time serving the till is the white haired figure you saw making the drinks the last time you arrived. Behind them works another person that you haven't seen before who has their back turned making orders.
Soon enough it's your turn to go up to the till.
"Hello." They greet and almost immediately you feel comfortable that you won't be shunned for simply being a customer at this cafe.
"Good morning," you greet back with a smile before explaining your situation. "This may be a bit awkward but uhm, I was the customer who wrote a review of this cafe and uhâ the owner said I was given a voucher as some sort of compensation."
For a second you thought you were scammed or that the entire thing was a lie just to catch the poor customer who's written terrible reviews but you watch as the wave of recognition hits the barista.
Instead they nod and say, "one moment" before turning around to head to the back. You shift from one foot to the other, patiently waiting and in the meantime thinking of what you'd want to get as your first free drink.
Your smile soon drops once you see the figure that follows the person that you were speaking to at the till.
That tattooed bastard.
His eyes widen slightly at the sight of you before turning into a miserable frown, clearly he wasn't expecting you to be the customer who wrote the review but there's also something that tells you that he's not totally surprised.
The white haired barista makes their way back to you, "If you go over to Sukuna he can help you with your voucher."
Sukuna. Now you know his name. And now you know he's somehow still employed by this damn coffee shop.
You walk over with hesitation and you can't help but notice Sukuna's eyes watching you as you make your over to a quiet area.
"It was you." he says but there's no bite to his tone. It's merely a statement he's making but you don't miss the judgement in his eyes.
"I was being honest." you shrug, holding your head high. You have no regrets whatsoever, you were merely giving constructive feedback about an environment that felt hostile to you. About a certain someone who was hostile.
Sukuna leans in a little closer to you, one hand placed on the counter as he speaks to you. "Because of you and your stupid review I have to serve you free drinks for a week, which is coming out of my pay by the way."
"Maybe it'll teach you how to speak nicer to customers." you retort back.
You notice his hand turning into a tight fist, gripping the counter, clearly holding back on responding to you. With his other hand he slides over a piece of paper. "Here's your damn voucher and, no I didn't write it, so what do you want?"
You tilt your head a little at him.
Sukuna corrects himself and in a deadpan monotone he starts over. "Hello. Welcome to Fuga. What would you like today?"
A satisfied smile reaches your lips. "Much better. I would like an iced strawberry matcha with oat milk please."
"Regular or large?"
"Hmm since it's on the house, large please."
"It's not on the houseâŚ" he mutters.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Hmmmmm."
Sukuna disappears, diving into the hustle and bustle of his other colleagues making your own personal drink. As he makes your drink you look over your voucher, Sukuna's written today's date already and the expiry date is set seven days from now.
Once again, your order doesn't take him long and you spot your green and pink drink in his large hands. Approaching he hands your drink over to you which you thank before taking a sip.
On your tongue, the grassy flavour is immediately sedated by the sweetness of the strawberry at the bottom. There's the perfect amount of ice and matcha in your drink for you to enjoy and it takes everything in you not to fall to your knees and praise Sukuna on how great he's made this drink.
"Not bad." you murmur, downplaying your enthusiasm. "Can I get another free drink?"
"One per day stupid."
"The voucher doesn't clarify that, it's handwritten."
"I don't care."
"Would you like me to write another poor review?"
Now this is what gets Sukuna clenching his jaw together. He takes a pause, calming himself down before speaking to you again. "No anonymouscapybara45 I wouldn't like that because you got me in a lot of shit for this."
You don't flinch when he mentions your username. Ah, so he's read the review then. You quip back, "Your boss fire you yet?"
"No," and there's a slight pout, "he's just annoying the shit out of me at the moment."
"Hmm right, if you make me an iced vanilla latte with oat milk to go I think I might just refrain from writing a bad review about you for today."
You watch as he clenches his jaw in frustration. "Just this once. For the rest of the days you get one drink only."
"And a sweet treat!" you chime in.
Sukuna pauses, mulling over your suggestion. He lets out a sigh.
"A free drink and a snack." He offers.
"Deal." You outstretch your free hand to shake on.
Sukuna looks at your hand in pure disgust like you've just offered to spit in his mouth. "Deal. Just don't make my job harder than it needs to be." he mutters.
"I don't think I can promise that." you reply and you watch in pure satisfaction as he walks away mumbling to himself.
thank you for reading!! i hope you enjoyed :) i won't be running a taglist for this mini series (pls it is mini) but ya comments and reblogs are appreciated!!
I love your writing on barista!sukuna so much, though I personally don't drink coffee and am more of a tea person. But I've been thinking how barista!sukuna is really good at making coffee, but what if it's the opposite with tea.
Sukuna just despises tea orders because he's just not as good at making them. You becoming a regular who always orders tea instead automatically makes you his number one op, trying to make every one of your visits worse to get you to never come back but it just makes you keep coming back out of spite despite his tea being absolute shit.
Sorry for the rant, I just love your writing so much and thought it would be fun to add more on top.
holy shit this is so funny, i love this!!! like he's trying his hardest to make the worst drink ever and you just go 'yum' and keep coming back for more.
i think it would be even funnier that if another coworker on shift with sukuna were to make your tea, you would complain and want it remade right because you specifically want sukuna to make it for you.
over time maybe you give him advice on how to make tea better, at first he won't listen bc he's petty and thinks he's better than you, a mere customer but then he actually takes it and somehow making tea gets easier and easier and then he falls in love with u and ur tea magic or something something
but i loved this concept ha i want to piss him off so bad
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a note from angel: im sorry i need to stop making new series this is an addiction of mine that i can't stop, pls sukuna leave me alone, i feel like im making a multiverse of sukunas.
synopsis: trying a new coffee shop didn't end up going your way when a mean barista takes your order. the problem? he's rude as fuck but he's the best at making your drinks. when you end up giving him a taste of his own medicine, you end up in a deal where this grumpy barista finds himself in the habit of making your morning coffee. everyday. for the next seven days.
tags: enemies to lovers, modern au, barista!sukuna, fluff, crack
word count: 3.7k words
Coffee is part of your daily routine.
If you don't start your day with coffee then it can be ensured that the day will be a terrible day.
You're not strict about your coffee, you don't simply stick to one type of drink. You're the type to explore and try new things. From lattes, to espressos, to cappuccinos, matcha, chai tea, hojicha and a lot more. The convenience of living in a big city is that there will always be a bunch of cafes and coffee shops to try with new businesses opening all over the blocks.
You've made it your own personal mission to try as many new shops in the city, not limiting yourself to one place. You want to support as much of the local businesses as possible, staying away from the big corporate brands. You have enough dealing with business and corporate issues in your work life so the least you can do is support your local community in your personal free time.
On your scout to work you happen to come across a new coffee shop. It's slightly hidden on the block but the brand name and minimalist colours catch your eye.
'Fuga.'
You're interested immediately. Coming to a stop outside, the meaning of the shop name is printed in white on the window. 'Fuga â One of the Japanese meanings of this is 'a way of elegance or grace'. We hope to include fuga with every order that we take; there's no rush, just sit back and enjoy.'
The opening and closing times are also unusual. They're open in time for the usual morning rush hour but unlike other coffee stores, they stay open until 9pm. You can't imagine the shifts that their staff must take and how much happens behind the scenes.
Despite being hidden, it is the morning rush hour on a weekday and through the window you can clearly see that there is a queue forming. Underrated coffee shops get discovered pretty quickly these days thanks to social media and it's not long until they'll be announcing a sister location somewhere else in the city.
Stepping inside, a bell chimes overhead but it's drowned out due to the hustle and bustle inside the shop. The scent of crushed coffee beans hits you immediately and the sound of lofi music playing in the background is just about heard over the level of conversations in the store.
Joining the queue, your eyes scan the cafe. It's pretty spacey compared to the other units that most coffee shops rent out. There's clearly more places to sit in the back and all of the window seats are currently taken. There's a handful of students and people in suits either sat working away on their laptops or taking a call. In the corner an old man is sitting back and enjoying a cup of his own hot coffee.
There's three people currently manning the counter and you worry whether that means service is slow but on further observation you notice they work well, weaving in and out of each other. There's a man situated at the till, tall and large you first notice. Then you see that he has pink hair and it's only when you inch closer to being served that you notice he has an array of black tattoos. They're printed on his face as well as around his wrists and you start to wonder how many baristas you've seen with face tattoos.
He seems to be the first.
Behind him seems to be a white haired figure with a plum pink stripe dyed into their hair. It's clear that whoever employs these people are very laid back with how they are presented. The figure moves quickly but also with caution pouring and making drinks before bringing them to the collection section and calling out a name.
You've been so caught up in studying the new environment of the cafe that you don't even realise that it's your turn next. You haven't had the chance to look at the menu so when you finally do, you're left with your mouth open in front of the tattooed man. And on closer observation you find that he's rather intimidating.
"Good morning." you greet.
"What do you want?" he asks in a monotone tone evident that he's been repeating this question for a while. You brush off the fact that he hasn't greeted you back and you simply hum as you stare at the menu.
It's evident that you're irritating the barista by not even knowing what you want, the bored expression on his face and his finger impatiently tapping the counter. Your eyes are scanning the menu until he finally says something that in all of your years of going to local cafes have never heard in your life.
"Can you hurry up?"
"Excuse me?"
"I said," he draws as if it's painfully inconveniencing him to repeat himself, "can you hurry up? There's a queue behind you." It's evident in his tone that he's not asking but rather ordering you to do so and for a split second there's a moment in which you forget that you are in fact the customer.
"I'm aware." you say, "I'm deciding."
"You had two minutes to decide." he retorts.
"I've never been here before, of course I'm going to take my time looking at the menu." you keep a calm tone making it clear that you don't want any misunderstandings.
"Do you want a medal? What's your order?"
Fine. You think to yourself, you're gonna give him the benefit of the doubt.
Maybe it's been a long morning, maybe he wasn't supposed to be on shift today but then got called in, maybe he's just an asshole. You don't care. But what you do care about is getting your morning coffee as usual.
"Vanilla latte with oat milk please."
"We're out of oat milk." he announces keeping his tone flat with enough space to add some frustration into it as if this was your own fault.
"Really?"
He doesn't reply, keeping a blank face that silently asks 'do I look like I'm joking?'
"Uhhh, could I get an iced strawberry matcha then please?"
"We're out."
You hold back a sigh, forcing a tight lipped smile on your face. "Fine. A cappuccino. Any milk you have. Please."
The barista doesn't look up, tapping onto a screen. "Regular or large?"
"What's the difference?" you ask.
He points to the side where the size cup differences are shown and as usual the large is 50p extra.
"Regular."
"Name?"
After giving your name, he mutters something under his breath and if you were in a bad mood this morning then you would have asked him what his issue was but instead you keep quiet, silently wishing he spills lukewarm coffee all over his disgustingly attractive face. Somehow. If it was logical to spill coffee on one's face.
"Four fifty. Tap your card and stand over there." he orders without any patience.
You don't even think twice before tapping your phone and moving immediately. In your mind you continue to curse him forever whilst watching his back muscles move swiftly as he makes your drink. Him and the white haired figure switched places with him making your order and his co-worker now at the till.
You expected a long wait but it takes less than five minutes before he's yelling out your name with impatience.
And he pronounced it wrong.
Whether it was on purpose or he wasn't listening to you at all, you'll never know but you go ahead and take your order. You can't even say thank you directly before he's rushing off and completing another order. Deciding to get out as soon as possible, you grab as many sugar packets you need, a stirrer and you head on out.
"How fucking rude." you mutter to yourself, opening the lid to your cappuccino. There's no latte art and you wouldn't expect there to be given the rush. You pour your sugar in and stir until satisfied, slowly making your way to the office building.
Sure, you know baristas are sometimes not the most welcoming people given the high stress level of their jobs and you've come across some reclusive baristas before but this oneâŚhe's just plain rude. You don't usually complain about how people do their job but this one has really struck a nerve.
How was he hired in the first place? Does the manager know he speaks to customers like this? How did he even pass an interview to get hired for this place? Does he act like this with all his customers?
Those are the questions that you continue to ask yourself whilst on the way to work, you get a little distracted after taking a sip of your coffee and coming to find out that your cappuccino is actually pretty good. Usually some cafes don't do cappuccinos the right way but there's something about this cup that makes you wonder what exact type of coffee bean they use.
You make a mental note to check later in your free time and it's not long before you start to feel rejuvenated by your coffee. Despite your bad customer service, you still manage to get a good cup of coffee to support your day and it's almost enough to forget your bad interaction.
***
Almost.
That cup of coffee was good.
Good enough to make you check their company website and check their 'about us' page.
And of course it just so happens that you stumble onto their google reviews.
Fuga Coffee Shop | reviews (54)
Naturally, your laptop cursor clicks onto their reviews. They only opened two months ago so it's understandable why the reviews must be so low, they're just starting out. The reviews are automatically filtered to their top reviews, which is from just over two weeks ago.
ihatemonkeys009
The grumpy tattooed barista is a little anti-social but he makes the best lattes ever! will be coming back again! four stars.
"A little?" you say aloud to yourself, "give me a break."
The review that follows under that is also highly popular.
ghostsarerealiswear2334_67
free wifi and they open early and don't close till late?! best study place ever! (please like my review!) five stars.
kentoforwork89
A nice and newly established restaurant under the Japanese name 'Fuga', the name is fitting for its elegant service and high quality coffee. They have a wide range on the menu and serve food too. The cafe is spacious, plenty of space to study or work and if you use electronics they have power sockets dotted around. Good prices for the service and highly reliable. I will be coming here again as it is not overwhelmingly busy or loud like some other places. I highly recommend. four and a half stars.
ilovesweetssooooooooooomuchhhgojo9838
tHE tattooed barisSta maybe be cold hoever his coffees are the warmest!!!!! xoxoxoxo peefect date location (soz for typos idid this fast on my phone so i coulget fre emochi) FIVE STARTS
You let out a sigh reading the reviews, it's a little cheesy but you get the point. Reading all 54 reviews you've come to find that a lot of people find the same tattooed barista annoying but miraculously all is forgotten once you've tried a coffee from him.
There isn't one totally bad review â maybe from an AI bot who says that the location is in a whole other city but other than that it's clear that this cafe is a new and upcoming contender as one of the best spots in the city.
And that doesn't sit right in your soul.
Taking this personally as someone who runs a company, you understand that if people were talking about your employees in this manner then they would be subject to being fired. You're confused on how this man is still employed even after fifty reviews, surely the owner must be reading them.
You sit in silence for a while as you contemplate.
Should you?
Or shouldn't you?
Hesitant, your fingers hover over your keyboard, testing out a sentence.
i tried this cafe as a new customer â no, no, too cliche, you backspace your sentence entirely.
Thinking for a moment, you reflect on what you want to say. You start typing slowly before it all flows within your fingertips, a mini paragraph forming on your screen. You're writing in the heat of the moment, out of pure frustration and embarrassment. Most people would be able to forgive and forget but wellâŚunfortunately you're not most people.
anonymouscapybara45
this place is relatively new in this city and as a coffee lover i was extremely enthusiastic to try this place out. my high hopes for this cafe were quickly crushed once i was (not even greeted) but completely mistreated by the tattooed barista.
i did not like this service, no matter how good the quality of the coffee was.
i do not think a barista should be talking to customers like this. i felt severely unwelcomed and i am having second thoughts on returning to this place.
there's better and kinder staff in other cafes in the city who i will gladly give my money too.
1 out of 5 stars.
Sure, it's a littleâŚKaren but you feel petty. Highlighting all the adverbs makes you think that your english teacher from high school would be proud. There's a small feeling of guilt in the pit of your stomach as it dawns on you that your review will be the first one star review the company has ever had.
But this is not a baseless review. You actually felt this way at the time. It's a little exaggerated but who cares, they don't know you and they never will because you're not stepping foot there ever again.
There's not much satisfaction in the world that you can get other than pressing post on your review.
***
An hour later you've moved on with your life. You've settled into your home, following your post-work routine and you're now sitting on your couch. Your phone lights up with a notification and your eyes land on the screen.
You get a notification from your gmail that someone has mentioned you in a reply and with your thumb clicking on the message your eyes slightly widen.
The owner has replied to your message.
And for the first time it seems because they haven't seemed to reply to all the other positive messages on the site.
You'd forgotten that this was an option for them, simply thinking that your review would just get the employee removed. Your eyes skim over the reply.
From the Owner of Fuga in reply to anonymouscapybara45
Hello valued customer,
we apologise that you have had this experience recently, it is never our intention to make our customers feel this way. Our company and brand relies majorly on the respect and communication with our customers which is always taught and trained to our employees. We apologise for the actions and behaviour of our barista and on behalf of the company we would like to invite you to have any item on our menu free of charge over the course of the week. We would like to give you a seven day voucher and invite you back to a better atmosphere of our cafe to show you truly how we treat our customers.
Please pop into our cafe at your convenience. We look forward to seeing you and we apologise again for your experience.
Kind regards,
Fuga Owner (Jin Itadori)
Your mind is baffled.
Free drinksâŚfor a week? Because of your bad review?
Not even the other low starred reviews have had this level of response from the owner. You're the first one star review they've had and they haven't even responded maliciously. You can't pass up on this good of an opportunity to have free coffee for the next week? You could be saving a ridiculous amount of money.
You re-read the review a few times to make sure that it still seems real to your eyes.
Maybe it will be the last time that you'll see that barista again.
**
You try your luck the following day. You're a bit more hopeful walking into the coffee shop the next day. It's a little less busier than the previous day and the queue is a little shorter.
But most important of them all, you don't see that tattooed jerk around.
This time serving the till is the white haired figure you saw making the drinks the last time you arrived. Behind them works another person that you haven't seen before who has their back turned making orders.
Soon enough it's your turn to go up to the till.
"Hello." They greet and almost immediately you feel comfortable that you won't be shunned for simply being a customer at this cafe.
"Good morning," you greet back with a smile before explaining your situation. "This may be a bit awkward but uhm, I was the customer who wrote a review of this cafe and uhâ the owner said I was given a voucher as some sort of compensation."
For a second you thought you were scammed or that the entire thing was a lie just to catch the poor customer who's written terrible reviews but you watch as the wave of recognition hits the barista.
Instead they nod and say, "one moment" before turning around to head to the back. You shift from one foot to the other, patiently waiting and in the meantime thinking of what you'd want to get as your first free drink.
Your smile soon drops once you see the figure that follows the person that you were speaking to at the till.
That tattooed bastard.
His eyes widen slightly at the sight of you before turning into a miserable frown, clearly he wasn't expecting you to be the customer who wrote the review but there's also something that tells you that he's not totally surprised.
The white haired barista makes their way back to you, "If you go over to Sukuna he can help you with your voucher."
Sukuna. Now you know his name. And now you know he's somehow still employed by this damn coffee shop.
You walk over with hesitation and you can't help but notice Sukuna's eyes watching you as you make your over to a quiet area.
"It was you." he says but there's no bite to his tone. It's merely a statement he's making but you don't miss the judgement in his eyes.
"I was being honest." you shrug, holding your head high. You have no regrets whatsoever, you were merely giving constructive feedback about an environment that felt hostile to you. About a certain someone who was hostile.
Sukuna leans in a little closer to you, one hand placed on the counter as he speaks to you. "Because of you and your stupid review I have to serve you free drinks for a week, which is coming out of my pay by the way."
"Maybe it'll teach you how to speak nicer to customers." you retort back.
You notice his hand turning into a tight fist, gripping the counter, clearly holding back on responding to you. With his other hand he slides over a piece of paper. "Here's your damn voucher and, no I didn't write it, so what do you want?"
You tilt your head a little at him.
Sukuna corrects himself and in a deadpan monotone he starts over. "Hello. Welcome to Fuga. What would you like today?"
A satisfied smile reaches your lips. "Much better. I would like an iced strawberry matcha with oat milk please."
"Regular or large?"
"Hmm since it's on the house, large please."
"It's not on the houseâŚ" he mutters.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Hmmmmm."
Sukuna disappears, diving into the hustle and bustle of his other colleagues making your own personal drink. As he makes your drink you look over your voucher, Sukuna's written today's date already and the expiry date is set seven days from now.
Once again, your order doesn't take him long and you spot your green and pink drink in his large hands. Approaching he hands your drink over to you which you thank before taking a sip.
On your tongue, the grassy flavour is immediately sedated by the sweetness of the strawberry at the bottom. There's the perfect amount of ice and matcha in your drink for you to enjoy and it takes everything in you not to fall to your knees and praise Sukuna on how great he's made this drink.
"Not bad." you murmur, downplaying your enthusiasm. "Can I get another free drink?"
"One per day stupid."
"The voucher doesn't clarify that, it's handwritten."
"I don't care."
"Would you like me to write another poor review?"
Now this is what gets Sukuna clenching his jaw together. He takes a pause, calming himself down before speaking to you again. "No anonymouscapybara45 I wouldn't like that because you got me in a lot of shit for this."
You don't flinch when he mentions your username. Ah, so he's read the review then. You quip back, "Your boss fire you yet?"
"No," and there's a slight pout, "he's just annoying the shit out of me at the moment."
"Hmm right, if you make me an iced vanilla latte with oat milk to go I think I might just refrain from writing a bad review about you for today."
You watch as he clenches his jaw in frustration. "Just this once. For the rest of the days you get one drink only."
"And a sweet treat!" you chime in.
Sukuna pauses, mulling over your suggestion. He lets out a sigh.
"A free drink and a snack." He offers.
"Deal." You outstretch your free hand to shake on.
Sukuna looks at your hand in pure disgust like you've just offered to spit in his mouth. "Deal. Just don't make my job harder than it needs to be." he mutters.
"I don't think I can promise that." you reply and you watch in pure satisfaction as he walks away mumbling to himself.
thank you for reading!! i hope you enjoyed :) i won't be running a taglist for this mini series (pls it is mini) but ya comments and reblogs are appreciated!!
Hiiii! I found ur acct from ur ex husband!sukuna series (which I love sm btw) and saw that u also have lots of fics for Miguel O'Hara âźď¸ I saw a few ongoing series so I wanted to ask if any of ur series (not just Miguel) are discontinued or on hiatus before I get too attached đĽ˛
thank you so much for reading! i'm glad you're enjoying them!!
for miguel, yes all of my series are on hiatus, i don't see myself really writing for him until the next movie comes out, im actually going to rewatch the spiderverse movies this summer so i'll see if it does anything to help lmao, i will let tumblr know if i update!
i would also say my ao3 is more updated with series than my tumblr so i would check bc i might have more chapters out there compared to tumblr.
for the cupid miguel series - i have completed it on ao3 this year i just haven't crossposted to tumblr!
the same with forbidden fruit sukuna series, it's completed on ao3 i just haven't updated on tumblr
i think for now crush and ex-husband sukuna series is what i'm focusing on but it still might take me a while to get those next parts out bc im kinda a slow writer lol
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obsessed with barista!sukuna âď¸ need to be his favorite customer like now
I hate to break it to you but itâs gonna be difficult. he doesnât do small talk, so itâs hard to actually get him to pay attention. heâs not the best with people all he knows is how to make the best coffee.
maybe if you catch him after rush hour and nearing closing time thatâs when you can actually have a conversation. But heâs guarded, he doesnât really tell customers personal things BUTTT if youâre someone who knows about coffee and the best quality then maybe you catch his eye. just yapping about the best coffee beans and the latest coffee craze maybe
but also the more you come to the cafe the more likely you will become his favourite.
obsessed with barista!sukuna âď¸ need to be his favorite customer like now
I hate to break it to you but itâs gonna be difficult. he doesnât do small talk, so itâs hard to actually get him to pay attention. heâs not the best with people all he knows is how to make the best coffee.
maybe if you catch him after rush hour and nearing closing time thatâs when you can actually have a conversation. But heâs guarded, he doesnât really tell customers personal things BUTTT if youâre someone who knows about coffee and the best quality then maybe you catch his eye. just yapping about the best coffee beans and the latest coffee craze maybe
but also the more you come to the cafe the more likely you will become his favourite.
beefing with barista!sukuna who doesn't care about his job because he doesn't get paid enough and is rude to all his customers especially his new ones.
why is he still hired?
because he makes the best damn coffee in the city.
he's fast and efficient, he won't say good morning or ask you how your day was but he'll make the best vanilla latte you'll ever have.
the first time you tried this cafe you were incredibly intimidated.
you took too long to decide what you wanted, asked to see the difference between the large and regular and then changed your order halfway to oat milk just after sukuna typed it in the till.
you get on his damn last nerve and he makes it obvious. he pronounces your name wrong on purpose for collection and doesn't even smile.
the next time you return to the cafe, you come a little more prepared. you know what you want, the size and the type of milk. you say your order as fast as possible with no greetings in hopes of becoming one of his favourites.
that's until it all backfires.
"we're out of oat milk." sukuna announces with a deadpan tone.
"uhhhh..."
"hurry up we don't have all day."
"could i get a strawberry matcha latte then?"
"we're out."
"caramel?"
"finished."
"cappuccino."
"four fifty, tap your card and move over to collection."
you can feel the sweat build across your body just from the anxiety he gives you. he still pronounces your name wrong and he doesn't even look up at you when you ask where the sugars are.
summary: when your boyfriend abandons you on the side of a mountain you find solace in the form of a pink-haired mountaineer who comes to your rescue
word count: 11k
content: 18+ mdni, smut, modern au, mountaineering/hiking, reader is dating naoya :(, abusive bf, misogyny, injury, fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, cheating (kind of? reader's relationship with naoya is essentially done), semi-public sex (in a tent), piv, fingering, soft!sukuna
a/n: thinking about this scenario was the only thing that got me through my own miserable mountain experience and food poisoning last week :(
Youâd joined the mountaineering club out of a desire to connect more with your boyfriend.Â
He was an experienced mountaineer - the type of person whoâd been climbing peaks with his family since he was a kid, and youâd thought heâd be happy to be able to go on those adventures with you. Youâd figured it could be one of those interests that you shared. Something you could do together.Â
Dismissal had been the emotion youâd been met with when you first told him youâd joined. It had been a scoff paired with an off-handed statement about how you werenât cut out for all that.Â
Maybe, if youâd had more sense, you wouldâve broken up with Naoya in that moment and saved yourself a whole lot of trouble. Instead, just like always, you made excuses for him. You figured he was just having a bad day - that you just needed to prove yourself to him and then heâd be happy to have you as a climbing buddy.Â
He was just concerned about your skill. That was all.Â
So youâd worked hard at the club - learned plenty of skills, did plenty of hours in the gym, made dozens of friends with the other club members to ensure you werenât dependent on Naoya to teach you everything.Â
You tried to ignore how uninterested your boyfriend seemed in your progress, tried to ignore the way heâd flirt with the other women at the club - you were sure heâd be so impressed with you on your first major outing to Mount Hotaka that heâd forget about everything else and be pleased with you for once.Â
That was all you wanted, for him to be proud of you outside of the offhanded thanks heâd give whenever youâd make him dinner.Â
Your first trip out to the mountain had several people in attendance. Beyond you and Naoya there were a handful of women from the club who youâd grown close with: Shoko, Utahime and Yuki, and then a few men. There were a couple of older guys you didnât know very well, and then a few in your age range who had been helping develop your skills - the most notable of that group being Sukuna, who had dedicated lots of time to teaching you knowledge that Naoya had brushed aside.Â
It had surprised you at first, that the hulking pink-haired man had any interest in helping you do anything. Others in the club had claimed that he tended to be aloof, harsh and generally unfriendly - and while he was harsh in his teachings, unfriendly was certainly not the word youâd use to describe him.Â
Heâd gone out of his way to help you, chasing away others like Satoru with the claim that they were âtoo stupid to teach you rightâ. Spending hours at your side, heâd taught you all you needed to know about equipment, rope skills and climbing. He wouldnât provide praise unless it was deserved, but once youâd finally started getting things right heâd always made sure you knew he was pleased with you.Â
It was praise you were desperately starved for, praise youâd love to receive from your boyfriend, and you were ashamed to admit that Sukunaâs simple compliments lingered in your mind for longer than they should have.
Youâd grown rather fond of him since joining the mountaineering club, even despite his somewhat prickly demeanour to everyone else, you felt he was someone you could rely on, someone who wouldnât call you stupid for asking him questions. Even if heâd sometimes tease you for getting upset or frustrated for not understanding something, heâd still take the time to help you understand.Â
Unlike Naoya, who would roll his eyes and once again point out how unfit you were for something as involved as mountain climbing.Â
The comparison between the two was something you found yourself making more and more often, eyes straying over to your pink-haired friend when he wasnât looking, your stomach flipping when heâd speak to you, or when heâd place a large hand on your shoulder in congratulations at a task done well.Â
You knew it was wrong, chastising yourself whenever the thought of Sukuna would stray into your mind late at night while Naoya was snoring away next to you. Not only did you have a boyfriend, but you were certain Sukuna didnât think of you in anything beyond a friendly manner anyway.
So you kept those feelings locked deep within your chest and tried to focus on why you were in the club in the first place - to prove to your boyfriend that youâd make a good partner for his mountain expeditions, to prove that you were worth more to him than being a glorified maid in his house.
The first few hours of the hike, starting in the early morning, had gone by fairly uneventfully. Your training had paid off and your legs felt good as you winded up through valleys and fields, trailing a little behind the group of boys, favouring a slightly slower pace and jovial conversation amongst the girls.Â
Despite Naoyaâs reluctance for you to join the club, you felt like it was where you were supposed to be. You loved being out in nature - taking in the fresh air and drinking from mountain streams, wandering along with like-minded people and encouraging each other along through the gruelling uphills.Â
It wasnât until late afternoon that things started to get more difficult, with the altitude creeping steadily up, and the group stumbling across snow fields that still hadnât melted in the late spring air. It was nothing you werenât prepared for, but with everyone feeling a great deal more tired than they had in the morning hours, the pace slowed considerably.Â
A group of the more experienced men ended up going on ahead at a quicker pace, saying theyâd get the next big section of uphill completed and scout out a good camping spot for the night, since the plan was to make a summit push in the early morning to watch the sunrise.Â
You didnât mind that so much - you didnât like the feeling of slowing them down and that arrangement meant that you could keep going at a comfortable pace without feeling stressed about it. The girls you were with were perfectly experienced in their own right, and Naoya had chosen to hang behind with you anyway rather than going on ahead.Â
That was a decision that youâd convinced yourself was on account of him wanting to keep an eye on you, but a part of you believed it was really because he didnât get along with any of the men at the club.Â
Or perhaps it was just so he could keep staring at Yukiâs ass like he had been for the entire hike up to that point.Â
The next couple of hours were difficult, and everyone grew more withdrawn under the effort of a constant uphill - facing switchback after switchback with no clarity on how far you had to go beneath a freshly settled blanket of fog lowering the visibility. Shoko had been struggling for a while, and after an extended rest on a rock decided that it was best if she turned back and camped somewhere lower in the valley.Â
Sheâd been having issues with her lungs and didnât think it was wise to keep going.Â
At her decision, Utahime also suggested that she wanted to go back, mentioning that she also didnât feel in the best physical condition, and Yuki insisted on going back with the two of them to make sure they got back down safely. Youâd considered joining them, but you were still feeling good both physically and mentally and were keen to continue upwards towards the peak.Â
Considering Naoyaâs experience, you were certain that the two of you would be fine even without the girls, so you waved them off and continued upwards into the mist, eager to reconnect with the other half of your group and get settled with Naoya in the tent for the night.Â
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Sukuna had found a pretty good camping spot. He was pretty sure it was in a similar position to where heâd set up on his solo winter ascent a couple of years before - a location that should be downright comfy in the mild spring weather.Â
Assuming that weather stayed mild.Â
It was hard to tell through all the fog, but he was almost sure he could see dark clouds rolling high in the sky. He hoped he was wrong. There hadnât been a storm on the forecast, and if one was to roll in that could make for a very harrowing evening, especially for people like you whoâd had little experience of the mountains.Â
He hoped one bad night wouldnât be enough to put you off entirely.Â
âYuki just radioed.â Satoru called out to him. âShe, Shoko and Utahime are all going back down. The others are still coming I think.âÂ
Sukuna hummed in affirmation as he moved to set up his tent. He wished it couldâve just been you coming up, rather than you and your shithead boyfriend, but he supposed heâd rather you have a buddy in the mountains than be out there alone. If heâd had things his way, he wouldâve hung back with you for the whole duration of the hike, but he didnât need people casting suspicions on his actions.Â
Heâd already received some strange looks over his eagerness to teach you - the last thing he needed was the rumor mill in full operation.Â
Even if the rumor mill was right in this case.Â
He liked you. He really liked you.Â
Feelings that he needed to keep to himself, because your boyfriend was one jealous asshole, and he was almost confident that any sign of flirting on Sukunaâs part would have Naoya taking out his anger and jealousy on you, which was the last thing he wanted. He wasnât sure what you saw in that guy, but god, Sukuna wanted to bash his teeth in.Â
Heâd been watching it for months now - the depressing life you lived in which youâd excitedly bound over to Naoya to show him something youâd learned only for him to react with total disregard. Sukuna had watched the light in your eyes flicker and die each time, doing his best to control the rage boiling in his chest.Â
You deserved better than that fucker.Â
But he got the sense that you werenât able to see that.Â
Almost everyone had set up their tents, laughing and joking and tearing into provisions by the time Naoya appeared from the mist. A couple of hours had passed since the group first found the camping spot, and Satoru welcomed him enthusiastically as he stepped into the clearing. He looked surprisingly exhausted for a man who was supposed to be experienced.Â
Sukunaâs red eyes scanned the fog, waiting for you to appear behind the man. His chest squeezed when only silence followed, no sign of your presence in the mist.Â
âIs it only you?â Satoru asked, voicing the very question that was on the tip of Sukunaâs tongue.Â
âYeah, the girls went down,â Naoya responded nonchalantly, shrugging off his backpack. âIs there a good place for me to set up?â Satoruâs lips parted, as if to question the manâs statement, considering Yuki had relayed specific names, but he clearly thought better of it, nodding and pointing Naoya in the direction of a clear patch of dirt for him to pitch his tent.Â
Sukuna wasnât so happy to shrug it off.Â
âYuki only said she was going down with Utahime and Shoko,â he called out to Naoya. The man turned to look at him, irritation shining in his amber eyes. Sukuna was well aware that Naoya despised him just as much as he despised Naoya.Â
âThey all went. Think I donât know where my own girlfriend is?â Naoya snapped.Â
Sukuna stared him down for a moment before leaving him be, heading over to Satoru and asking for the radio. Speaking into it, he called out for Yuki, praying that they were still within a reasonable range to pick up his voice.Â
He was met with only silence, cursing under his breath at the realisation that they were probably all the way back in the valley by that point and likely impossible to reach. His crimson gaze fell to Naoya once more, watching him hum as he set up his tent without a care in the world.Â
Something in the pit of Sukunaâs stomach told him that there was something wrong. You hadnât gone back with Yuki. Youâd been so happy all day, so excited about your first major peak. Not only that, but youâd been in good condition - heâd been watching you whenever he could, heâd been proud at how well you were doing.Â
You wouldnât have turned back. And if you had, Yuki wouldâve listed your name when she was heading down. Yuki was no newcomer to the mountains - she was responsible and experienced and she always emphasised the importance of good communications. And if youâd have turned back any later, Naoya shouldâve gone with you - it's what any sensible person wouldâve done.Â
But he was here, and you werenât. And you hadnât gone with Yuki. So you were alone.Â
Sukunaâs first instinct was to bash Naoyaâs head in. He wanted to walk over there and silence that bastardâs humming with a well placed rock to the head. What kind of a man - an experienced mountaineer, no less - would abandon their inexperienced girlfriend on the side of a mountain?Â
It wasnât like Sukuna doubted your ability. Heâd taught you all you needed to know, but putting those things into practice alone, at altitude, and in adverse weather was a whole other thing.Â
Instead of doing anything about Naoya, he parked that issue temporarily and quickly moved to dismantle his own tent. He wasnât going to sit there and do nothing while your location was unaccounted for. Even if you had gone down shortly after Yuki, even if youâd made it back to the valley by yourself, he wasnât going to roll the dice on your life.Â
Heâd go back the way theyâd come and heâd walk until he found you - even if that happened to be safe and sound at the bottom of the mountain.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â Satoru asked, hovering as Sukuna put his stuff back into his pack. Naoya had stopped to watch, a sneer on his already ugly face.Â
âI donât think she went down with Yuki. I need to make sure the boyfriend of the year over there didnât leave her in some bad situation,â Sukuna explained.
âOh my god, sheâs fine.â Naoya snapped from across the campsite. âYuki just misspoke, she went down with them. Why is it your problem anyway? It's not like sheâs your girlfriend.âÂ
The defensive edge to the manâs voice told Sukuna all he needed to know, and he ignored the jabs in favour of packing up more quickly. He didnât want it to get too dark - if something bad had happened and you didnât have your headlamp on it would be impossible to find you at night.Â
Unfortunately, Naoya seemed to have no interest in letting up. âI mean seriously? Youâre actually doing this? I know you wanna fuck her but sheâs always been a loyal little thing - she ainât gonna put out for you because of this. I think sheâs realised that she isnât cut out for this type of shit - she went back down to safety with the rest of the girls and I think sheâll probably quit the club. She can get back to what sheâs good at.âÂ
Sukunaâs hands stilled as he zipped his bag shut, his expression calm as he finally looked at the man before him. There was malice in his expression and a clear, guilty desire to keep Sukuna from trekking back down the mountain path.Â
ââShe can get back to what sheâs good atâ?â Sukuna asked, drawing himself up to his full height. âAnd what would that be?âÂ
The smug grin Naoya shot him was sickening. âMaking me dinner.âÂ
Sukuna laughed, a deep unpleasant sound rumbling from his chest. âRight.â He took a step forward, towering over your boyfriend who he deeply hoped would be your ex-boyfriend after that expedition. Before Naoya could react, Sukuna grabbed him by the front of his raincoat. âListen. Iâm going back down that path. If I find her out there, abandoned and alone, be assured that Iâll beat you so badly that youâll never climb another mountain again. Do you understand me?âÂ
Fear flickered in Naoyaâs amber eyes, but he pushed it down quickly, replacing it with a scowl. âGet the fuck off me.âÂ
Sukuna let him go, revelling in the way he stumbled about off balance, barely keeping himself from careening onto the floor. If he was being honest with himself, the desire to enact justice on Naoya in that moment was tempting, but he could wait. Every moment he spent in that camp was another moment of peril for you.Â
And unlike Naoya, he wouldnât leave you to a night alone on a mountain.Â
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You werenât sure when youâd lost Naoya.Â
Heâd been picking up the pace significantly while youâd been getting slower and slower, and despite calling out for him to wait for you to catch up, eventually he just disappeared off into the fog - the sound of his footsteps fading entirely.Â
It had left you at a loss, unsure as to whether you should keep going or turn back. You were certain that the summit camp probably wasnât too far off, but you had no real idea of how far that distance might actually be, and had a vague concern that you might take a wrong turn in the ever-thickening fog, leaving you stranded for the night. You and Naoya were sharing a tent which heâd been carrying, and subsequently ending up alone for the evening wasnât ideal for you.Â
The most youâd be able to do is wrap yourself in your sleeping bag and find a sheltered place to hunker down for the night.Â
But it shouldnât come to that.Â
Getting down to the valley would take too long, and you werenât sure where Yuki and the gang wouldâve settled anyway. Naoya had the radio. He had everything really, which meant that the only thing you could do was continue upwards and hope that you stumbled across the other half of your group.Â
It was a plan that was going okay until youâd carelessly stepped on a loose rock, sending you tumbling back down a hill of scree youâd spent the past half an hour climbing.Â
At first youâd thought only your morale was damaged, your mind exhausted at the prospect of having to get back up and reascend a slope youâd already climbed once. But as you struggled to get to your feet, you realised that it wasnât only your mind that had undergone damage.
A hot pain spread through your ankle as you tried to stand, sending you straight back down to the floor with a yelp. Panic instantly overcame you, the sudden realisation of where you were hitting you like a tonne of bricks. Naoya, your boyfriend, had abandoned you on the side of a mountain. Heâd left you in the fog, beneath the setting sun, without a tent and without a radio. And now you were injured.
If you didnât know better, you wouldâve said he was actively trying to kill you.Â
But what was more likely was that he was just proving the point heâd been trying to make all along - that you werenât cut out for the life of a mountaineer.Â
And considering your condition, could you really disagree with him?Â
Soft sobs overtook you, and you began to spiral. You werenât sure how long you sat there, shivering as the cold grew more intense, mumbling incoherently to yourself about how you shouldâve gone back down to the valley with Yuki.Â
Perhaps you never shouldâve tried facing the mountains in the first place.Â
Maybe Naoya was right.Â
They were thoughts that fled from your mind at the blessed sight of a headlamp cutting through the fog from above, footsteps crunching evenly on scree, picking up in speed the moment the light shone upon your sorry figure huddled on the ground.Â
âFuck, are you okay?â Sukunaâs voice had a tremor of relief shooting through you, and more tears swelled at the corners of your eyes. He was crouching down in front of you, expression laden with concern as he scanned your cowering form. One of his hands reached for your face, wiping away tears carefully while he waited for you to answer him.Â
âMy ankleâŚâ You mumbled. Everything was too overwhelming for you to articulate any further, your words already coming out all choked and shaky. Sukuna didnât need to hear any more, attention instantly shifting to your foot. His hands moved to prod gently at it, watching your face for a grimace which came quickly under his touch.Â
âDoes that hurt?âÂ
You nodded. He bit down on his lip and quickly moved to untie the lace of your boot. A soft whimper left your lips as he pulled it from your foot, but he was right to pay your reaction no mind since you were overcome with relief once your ankle was freed from those rigid confines pressing down too tightly upon it.Â
It had swollen up significantly in the time youâd been sitting there waiting for someone to come for you.Â
âRight. Iâll deal with the ankle soon but I want to get us to someplace better first before it gets fully dark.â It was only just occurring to you that the wind had started to pick up a little, your clothes ruffled by air rushing against you. It would be best to be in a less exposed place - Sukuna had taught you that exposure made all the difference when dealing with bad weather.
âThere was a plateau back down at the bottom of this slope,â you mumbled, remembering the slight respite youâd had from the seemingly neverending onslaught of uphill.
Sukuna gave you a proud smile and it made your heart flutter. âYeah, that would work. Iâm gonna carry you down there, if thatâs okay? I donât think you should try walking on that ankle until we give it a proper look.âÂ
You wanted to collapse into fresh tears at the suggestion. While your boyfriend, the person who was supposed to look after you, had abandoned you on the side of your first big mountain, Sukuna was here offering to carry you to safety. The feeling his offer was giving you had a risk of overwhelming you entirely, utterly grateful that he was the person whoâd come back to look for you.Â
Naively, you wondered if Naoya had sent him down to look for you. It was a weak hope, a desperate, delusional belief that your boyfriend wasnât as cruel as he truly was.Â
âYeah, thatâs okay,â you said, quietly. You tried to ignore how pleasant it felt when Sukuna crouched down to scoop you up into his arms. His touch felt warm against your body which had grown cold over the past few hours of inactivity. The arms holding you were strong and secure, building a feeling of safety knowing he was there with you.Â
Naoya wouldâve taken issue with it, but you wished youâd asked Sukuna to stick with you throughout the whole trip. Things wouldâve felt better if it was him you were relying on rather than your boyfriend. In his lessons heâd always emphasised the importance of matching your pace with a mountain buddy - always checking that they werenât far behind.Â
Rules that a supposedly experienced mountaineer like Naoya shouldâve been well aware of.Â
Sukuna strode down the rest of the hill with ease, keeping you tucked close against him in a princess carry. Considering that you had your pack still on your back you were surprised at how easy he made the whole thing look, because he wasnât exactly carrying a light load between you in his arms and his own bag on his back. But he didnât complain or demonstrate any signs of struggle.Â
Outside of the fact that he was largely silent until you reached your destination.Â
You didnât mind that. It wasnât like you were in the mood to talk either, your mind swimming with all kinds of things now that you were in safe hands. Naoya had left you behind to die. You couldâve died if no one had come back for you. Exposure couldâve gotten to you, or an animal, or some person with ill-intent prowling the mountainside.Â
Heâd left you helpless and defenceless.Â
And, as rain started to drip from the sky above, you realised that if Sukuna hadnât come for you, it wouldâve been an evening out in the storm, at altitude, with nothing but your rain jacket and sleeping bag to huddle within.Â
You couldâve died.Â
Sukuna found a well sheltered area and placed you down while he set up the tent. You were in awe at how quickly he got it done - the same actions wouldâve taken you three times the time it took his experienced hands to get it sorted. You were grateful for the speed, because it meant the two of you made it inside before the worst of the rain began to hammer down from the sky above.Â
âOkay. First the ankle. Then everything else.âÂ
You tilted your head a little at his statement, not quite sure what he meant by everything else, but you assumed he was referring more to your mental condition and questions around how youâd ended up in your terrible position in the first place. You hoped he wouldnât be mad at you for failing to make it up to the peak after how much time heâd spent teaching you things.Â
You thought maybe heâd chastise you for things like not having your own tent or radio, but Naoya had been insistent about carrying those items for you, assuring you that heâd stick at your side and claiming his actions were out of a desire to keep your pack as light as possible.Â
You were stupid to have believed him.
Sukuna knelt by your foot, removing your sock and inspecting the damage carefully. His fingers pressed delicately against the skin and you found yourself admiring his concentrated expression in the lamplight. âI donât think it's broken,â he said. âProbably just twisted.âÂ
Reaching into his first aid kit, he found a bandage which he wrapped around the problem area, before pulling out an ice pack and snapping to activate its effects. He placed the pack down on your ankle, earning a little hiss from you which pulled a small smile from his otherwise serious face.Â
Heâd been really serious since heâd found you, his expression all irritated and stormy.Â
Was he angry with you? Frustrated that heâd had to come back down the mountain to your aid? You didnât like the idea of being his burden.Â
âEndure the cold for a bit - itâll make you feel much better.â he said, placing a warm hand on your calf. Your breath hitched involuntarily at the contact and Sukuna quickly withdrew from you, a tinge of guilt flickering across his handsome face. He instantly busied himself before you could question it, moving onto the next stage of tending to your injury.
He fumbled about in his pack and withdrew some clothing, bundling it up into a small pile and wedging it beneath your foot to elevate it a little. Nothing he was doing was particularly revolutionary - on the contrary, his actions were all things heâd taught you to do in the event of an injury.Â
Youâd just been too panicked to do anything on that scree slope.Â
Perhaps he was mad at you for that too.Â
Sukuna laid out his sleeping mat next to you, his nose wrinkling at the revelation that you didnât have one because it was in Naoyaâs possession. He slid his mat beneath you, keen not to have you lying on the floor, before pulling out his sleeping bag and sitting on top of that for some amount of comfort.Â
âSo, what happened?â Sukuna asked. His voice was a little clipped, as if he was holding himself back from saying what he really wanted to say.Â
âI was rushing and lost my footing on some scree-â
âNo. I mean, why are you alone?âÂ
âOh.â You shrugged, taking a deep breath and avoiding his eyes. There was a sticky feeling building up in your throat, keeping your words down. If you said the truth aloud you were certain youâd burst into tears again. âI donât know,â you mumbled finally.Â
âYou donât know?â He echoed.Â
âIt just sort of happened. The girls went back down the mountain and Naoya kept going quicker and then we got separated somewhere in the fog. I imagine he was probably waiting somewhere up ahead for me but then I slipped.â You werenât sure why you were trying to defend your boyfriend. You werenât naive enough to truly believe heâd been waiting up ahead for you.Â
Heâd left you.Â
But the idea of airing out just how stupid you were to be in that relationship in the first place felt humiliating. You wanted to at least pretend that Naoya didnât leave you for dead - that you werenât the fool who had stayed for years with an abusive boyfriend when you shouldâve just left.Â
You didnât want Sukuna to think you were completely pathetic.Â
âNaoya arrived at the camp hours ago,â Sukuna said, his tone detached, as if he wanted to avoid projecting any of his own emotion onto you. âHe said youâd gone back down with the rest of the girls.âÂ
The horrified expression on your face mustâve said it all, because Sukunaâs impartiality quickly faded, rage burning within those crimson eyes. Naoya really had abandoned you. And not only that, heâd also attempted to sabotage any retrieval attempt that might be made for you. Heâd outright claimed you were safe when he knew no such thing.Â
It was a thought that made you sick, and once again the tears started to flow, dripping down your cheeks. Youâd spent years with that man, feeling like you were less than good enough. Youâd let him break you down, put up with his endless bullying and tormenting, all because heâd been sweet to you at the start.Â
Youâd always thought you werenât good enough, always thought that it was your fault he was so unpleasant with you.Â
Now it felt like your eyes were open for the first time.Â
Heâd left you on the side of a mountain. He couldnât care less about your wellbeing. He couldnât care less about you unless you were making him dinner.Â
And youâd put up with it.Â
You were a fool.Â
âI knew that fucker was lying,â Sukuna hissed. âYuki didnât say your name when she radioed in to say she was heading back. Sheâs always good with that sort of thing. Fuck, Iâm glad I came down to check, who knows what wouldâve happened if-âÂ
He cut himself off, faltering before he could finish the sentence. It was clear that he didnât want to scare or upset you further, not when youâd already reduced yourself to a puddle of tears. You didnât want to imagine what fate the night wouldâve brought if not for Sukuna arriving as your saviour.Â
Falling silent, he shuffled a little closer to you. Reaching out delicately he began to wipe away your tears with his thumb. The touch of his skin against yours felt pleasant, and you found your sobs faltering at the new found comfort he was providing. A deeply loyal part of you urged you to pull away, reminding you of your boyfriend. You immediately pushed the thought aside.Â
Naoya wasnât your boyfriend.Â
Not after what heâd done.Â
âDonât cry. Youâre okay. I found you and weâll make it through the night together. Iâm not going anywhere.â Sukunaâs words were soothing, and you found yourself nodding between sniffles, your tears gradually drying up. You hadnât realised you were shivering until Sukuna tentatively wrapped an arm around you, pulling you up and close to him.Â
The storm had worsened outside, and you huddled down in your jacket, letting yourself lean into Sukunaâs chest to keep the shivering at bay. If this was how you felt inside a tent with another human to warm you, you hated to think how you wouldâve felt still stuck all alone on the scree.Â
It didnât bear considering.Â
âYou should report that asshole to the police once we get down. Nothing will come of it because it's hard to prove intent, but this was an active attempt on your life. He had a duty of care he ignored, stripped you of shelter and then tried to prevent a rescue. I have half a mind to kill him myself.â Sukunaâs voice rumbled through his body.Â
No one had ever really stood up for you before. Naoya was always good at being charming when it mattered. Your parents and the rest of your family had always seen him as a good prospect - a polite and handsome man from a well off family. With your friends, youâd done the damage on your own, always defending him, manipulated by him to act like the perfect picture of an abused girlfriend.Â
âIâm so stupid,â you whispered.Â
âWhat?â Sukuna asked, pulling back ever so slightly so he could look at you properly. You hadnât spoken at all since the reveal, and your quiet words clearly caught him off guard.Â
âIâve wasted so much of my life with him. Spent so much time defending him like he was some good guy. I only joined this club to impress him and all he ever did was tell me how useless I was at stuff like this - at everything. Did you know that he spent most of this hike staring at Yukiâs ass? And yet, when Iâd tell him about how much stuff youâd taught me heâd get all mad about me talking to another guy and verbally berate me until I cried. And I just let it all happen. You must think Iâm an idiot.âÂ
Sukuna hesitated, searching for the right words. It made you smile in a twisted sort of way, because he was definitely trying to find something to say that wouldnât indirectly call you stupid - an impossibility considering the circumstances. Now that your eyes were open you could finally see how foolish youâd been.Â
You just wanted to go home. Forget mountaineering or anything else youâd tried in an attempt to bond with that asshole.
âI donât think youâre an idiot,â he said finally. âI think guys like that are very good at getting their way, and you happened to be his victim.â The words were uncannily gentle, and at a glance at Sukunaâs face you could tell he was out of his comfort zone, but trying his best. He tightened his grip on you as a sudden gust of wind battered the tent.Â
The touch had your heart fluttering, and you wondered how Sukuna felt about your current position. It was probably just a necessity in his eyes - a bid to warm up a tired and stressed woman, nothing more than that.Â
With your loyalty to Naoya stranded somewhere on the mountain never to be recovered, you found yourself wishing the contact was something more than that.Â
But considering your woefully pathetic attempt at summiting this relatively easy peak, you doubted Sukuna held you in high regard at all. His type was probably some strong, confident girl who already knew all her outdoor skills without Sukunaâs input. The type of woman he could rely on to partner with for dangerous and difficult peaks.Â
That wasnât you.Â
You werenât sure youâd step foot on a mountain again after this.Â
âMaybe you donât think Iâm an idiot for that, but you probably think I am for all this.â You gestured in the general direction of your foot, still humiliated at the thought of Sukuna having to rush down the mountain to your rescue, like you couldnât be left unsupervised for a single moment without finding yourself in need of rescue.Â
Much to your chagrin, Sukuna laughed. âAn idiot for getting injured? No, thatâs practically a rite of passage. You were doing great through most of the hike - I was keeping an eye on you before the group split in half. Weâll get you down the mountain and get your ankle sorted, and then you can try this peak again another time.âÂ
Sukunaâs optimism had butterflies swarming in your stomach, but years of insults and abuse werenât so easily displaced. You lowered your gaze, staring down at your hands in your lap. âI donât know. I just wonder if Naoya was right. Maybe Iâm not cut out for this.âÂ
Sukuna pulled a face, clearly displeased by that statement.Â
âDo you like being in the mountains?â He asked simply.Â
He made no statement on your skill, no attack on anything your boyfriend had told you. Asked nothing more than whether you liked being out in the fresh air, doing what youâd been doing before your ankle had been injured.Â
And you did.Â
You really did like it.Â
âYeah. I do.âÂ
âThen you are cut out for this. Enjoyment is literally the only requirement,â he said earnestly. âBesides, that guyâs full of shit. I taught you everything you needed to know and I have faith in your abilities. If you need to listen to someone elseâs opinion to determine your value, how about you consider mine instead of his.âÂ
A flush appeared across your cheeks. Those were the kind of compliments Sukuna would always pay you. Nothing particularly special or flowery, but deeply genuine in a way that had your whole body bursting with pride, pushing the rot of Naoyaâs insults from your veins and replacing it with Sukunaâs approval.Â
âWeâll come back here together in a few weeks, just the two of us, and weâll do this peak. I can promise you itâll be better. I wonât abandon you in the fog.â You believed him, nodding a little in agreement. Even in your fragile mental state that evening, you couldnât help the excited flip of your stomach at the thought of Sukuna wanting to do something alone with you.Â
The mountaineering club had been a means for you to learn your skills to climb alone with Naoya. You hadnât expected that it would leave you excited at the prospect of climbing with another man.Â
Still, you tried not to get ahead of yourself. Your little crush on Sukuna, which had been present for several months more than you were really willing to admit, seemed to have finally found the freedom to really take over your thoughts. Your heart was practically in your throat at your current proximity to him, a desire coursing through your whole body.Â
You needed to push it back down even with Naoya out of the picture, because you were certain Sukuna was just being friendly, just being a better person than Naoya was. You couldnât afford to let your mind run wild with fantasies.Â
At least, thatâs what youâd told yourself.Â
The two of you had sat in silence for a while after Sukunaâs offer of climbing alone together, still huddled together and listening to the wind and rain outside the tent. You found yourself calmed by the steady rhythm of Sukunaâs heartbeat, basking in the warmth of his body which took your mind off the cold compress burning at your ankle.Â
âDo you mind if we share the sleeping mat? It's okay if not, but it would be warmer for you and more comfy for me that way.â Considering that the two of you had been cuddling for a while, you didnât see the issue. Anything was fine in matters of survival and you were more than happy to remain close to Sukuna.Â
âYeah, sure. We can zip our sleeping bags together.âÂ
Sukunaâs lashes fluttered and you swore you could see a dusting of pink on his cheeks, but you were quick to disregard it. It had been a long and exhausting day, and you were likely just seeing what you wanted to see.Â
The cold compress had started to lose its effect, and Sukuna removed it from your ankle while the two of you shuffled about to get ready for bed. Your ankle was feeling much better after a period of rest and elevation, and you found you could move it again without excruciating pain. Getting back down the mountain might still be an issue, but it was one you could leave to figure out in the morning.Â
Zipping your sleeping bags together and settling down on the sleeping mat, Sukuna made space for you beside him. You had to half lay on him for you both to stay on the padding, but with how warm his body seemed to run, you really didnât mind. He wrapped his arm around you, nestling you close against him under the guise of conserving space - an action that had your whole body thrumming with electricity.Â
You couldnât remember the last time youâd felt that way. For months, maybe even years, the only thing youâd felt under Naoyaâs touch was mild dread. This was something nicer, something more exciting - a feeling you wanted to experience over and over again.Â
âWarm enough?â Sukuna asked, giving you a reassuring squeeze. The tent was relatively cool, the fabric being battered by the storm outside, all of which seemed distant as you lay there in Sukunaâs grip. It was a safe and warm place to be, one where you could take your mind off troubles and anxieties knowing he was there to keep anything and everything at bay.Â
Troubles which Naoya had actively brought upon your life, were effectively chased away by Sukuna.Â
How you wished youâd met the pink-haired man earlier in your life.Â
âWarm enough,â you echoed, your voice coming out muffled as you buried your face into his chest.Â
Again, the two of you fell into comfortable silence, listening to the whistling of wind and basking in the feeling of your bodies pressed close together. You were half asleep and almost convinced that Sukuna was already asleep, when his deep voice cut through the darkness and silence.Â
âI donât usually go on these things, you know,â he confessed quietly. âThis is my first one. Iâm only in the club because it gives you connections for exhibition funding and learning new skills. Usually I do mountains solo and usually I do stuff much harder than this.â He waved his hand in the direction of the tentâs exit.Â
A guilt blossomed in your gut at the speech, recalling similar words from your boyfriend when youâd brought up the trip. Heâd said that climbs in the Japanese Alps outside of wintertime were nothing special, and that the whole thing would likely be so easy that he could do it in his sleep. Heâd only agreed to go after youâd begged him, reminding him that you didnât have the experience he did.Â
âIâm only here because of you,â Sukuna continued. The guilt within you only grew sharper. Was Sukuna trying to imply that he was only present out of concern for your inexperience? Had you forced him along because he knew something like this would happen? Had he known heâd need to come to your rescue?
âSorry. I must be such a burden,â you mumbled quietly, burying your face in your sleeping bag.Â
Did Sukuna really want to commit to climbing alone with you knowing that you were so much less experienced than he was? Or was he just doing it because he felt bad for you? You were likely a pitiful sight with your messed up ankle and an abusive boyfriend who had abandoned you.Â
Sukuna blinked rapidly, astute enough to swiftly connect the dots. âWhat? No, thatâs not- I was trying to say something nice. I was saying I only came along because I enjoy spending time with you. I donât like these group things and I prefer to do harder stuff but Iâm here because youâre here, and I like you.âÂ
Your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears, completely drowning out the sound of any thoughts on how you were supposed to reply to that. You were too caught up on the word âlikeâ, on the way Sukuna shifted ever so slightly against you, pulling you more firmly against his body.Â
âWhat?â You asked, dumbly.Â
âI like you,â he repeated. âI think youâre so cute and I love how happy you get whenever you learn something new and Iâm so fucking exhausted of watching your boyfriend ignore you and take you for granted when Iâd cherish you.âÂ
Again, your stomach flipped, your ears growing warm.Â
âAnd when that fucker showed up at the top of the mountain without you, I wanted to kill him. When I found you all cold and alone on the slope I just- fuck. I want to keep you safe. I want to be the person who looks out for you, I want to take care of you in a way that guy seems unwilling to. He has no idea what he has- had, while I understand exactly what youâre worth. I want to take you to the mountains at my side because unlike him, Iâd be thrilled to have you as my hiking partner.âÂ
Before you knew what was happening, you were crying again, wetting his clothes immediately with your tears. Your shoulders were shuddering and you could feel Sukunaâs heartrate picking up. It seemed like he was starting to panic - concerned that you were upset by his words when the reality was the total opposite.Â
Youâd never heard something so romantic from Naoya and you never would. To have someone speak such beautiful words to you felt surreal and your body had no idea how to react beyond sobbing from being so overwhelmed with love and affection.Â
âSorry,â Sukuna said quickly. âI know it's been a long day, now probably wasnât the time to say anything. You donât have to respond-â
He faltered as you peered up at him, your face wet with tears. He usually looked so confident, and even then there was still some atmosphere of certainty about him, but he couldnât fully hide the glimmer of anxiety in his lovely red eyes. There was a fear of rejection buried within him, a fate that he seemed almost certain he was going to face.Â
If only he could step into your shoes for a moment and feel all the emotion rushing over you at his confession
You didnât say anything, you couldnât think of anything that would suffice as a response to his outpouring of desire. Instead you tilted your face upwards, lips parting softly in a clear signal - one that Sukuna caught onto immediately. He closed the gap swiftly, lips slotting perfectly against yours with a warmth youâd never experienced before.Â
Naoyaâs kiss had always been domineering - a wet and unpleasant experience. Sukunaâs kiss was gentle and exploratory. His lips took the time to appreciate yours, to linger on that lovely shared warmth and soak in the feeling of being connected so intimately for the first time.Â
His tongue ran along your lips carefully, requesting for you to open your mouth. You complied easily, letting him hold you ever closer as his tongue pressed into yours, deepening the kiss in a way that felt so natural despite the fact that youâd never kissed each other before.Â
A rumble of thunder overhead had the two of you parting for a second, and you found your shivering renewed as a particularly cold wind blew through the tent. Sukunaâs red eyes went to the entryway, the space illuminating for a second as another flash of lightning ripped through the sky above. His hands rubbed your back soothingly at a louder rumble overhead.Â
âIâm so glad I came down to find you,â he whispered.Â
âThank you for coming to find me,â you mumbled, eyes fixed on his handsome face, your mind still struggling to catch up to all that had transpired in the past few minutes. Thoughts of Naoya and all the suffering heâd put you through seemed distant in the intimacy of that tent. âI feel so lucky. Injured ankle aside.â You giggled softly, heart jumping at the way Sukuna grinned back at you, pressing another soft kiss to your lips.Â
There was a gratefulness to his expression, a soft affection in his gaze which made you feel seen and special in a way youâd never felt with Naoya. It had you sinking deep into another kiss, your lips locked against his in a deeply intoxicating manner. All the stress and the anxiety of the day seemed to wash away beneath his grip.Â
Even with the storm raging outside, you felt safe and warm with him there beside you.
You shouldâve known about his feelings for you - shouldâve understood the moment Yuki had made a comment about how Sukuna never usually spoke to anyone. Heâd spent so much time on you, being so gentle in his teachings, making sure you knew what you were doing, making sure you were praised.Â
Heâd liked you from the start and youâd been too blind to see it.Â
Too beaten down by your own experiences in relationships to believe that any affection directed towards you would be legitimate.Â
You wished you couldâve puzzled it out sooner. You wished you couldâve noticed the soft look that always sparkled in Sukunaâs eyes whenever he looked at you. You wished youâd dumped Naoya several years ago, because it shouldnât have taken an abandonment on the side of the mountain for you to realise how truly awful your ex-boyfriend was.Â
But what was done was done. Sukunaâs hands were on you now, and that was all that mattered. Youâd made it in the end, even if it had taken you a little longer to get there than you wouldâve ideally liked.Â
âYouâre so pretty,â he whispered as the two of you broke apart for breath, red eyes scanning your face like he was committing your features to memory. âHow Naoya could be so stupid, I have no idea.âÂ
âHeâs not a smart man.âÂ
âNo. He really isnât.â Sukuna agreed. âBut his loss is my gain.âÂ
You hummed, leaning against Sukunaâs chest once more, listening to his heartbeat beneath you. Despite the excitement, you were suddenly aware of how tired you were, and how much the cold was still seeping in through your clothes and down into your bones. Altitude was no joke, and the pleasant spring warmth was nowhere to be found on the mountainside that evening.Â
âAre you still cold? Youâre shivering.â It wasnât possible for Sukuna to physically pull you closer to him than you already were, but he gave it an attempt all the same, practically crushing you in his grip.Â
âA little, yeah.âÂ
âShit. Once sec.â Moving away from you for a moment, he reached out of the sleeping bag and rummaged about in his bag, withdrawing his down jacket and draping it around your shoulders like an additional blanket. You were grateful for the added warmth, coccooned in between that and Sukunaâs warm body.Â
For a few moments you lay there, your shivering finally subsiding, only for all the hairs on your neck to raise at the feeling of Sukunaâs voice vibrating against the top of your head. âThere is another way I could keep you warm.âÂ
His tone was suggestive and perhaps a little amused. The comment had heat billowing throughout your body, your gut tightening at the suggestion of something youâd never allowed yourself to think of before. Sukuna was very attractive, and sometimes your mind had drifted in his direction when your hand had been caught between your thighs. But youâd always scolded yourself for it, had always driven away the idea of picturing a man you actually knew when you had a boyfriend.Â
Now the suggestion was right there on the table as something real and tangible, and your mind was conjuring all sorts of exciting imagery.Â
âO-oh. Yeah, that could be nice,â you said with a sudden rush of confidence. It was Sukunaâs turn to falter, red eyes suddenly wide with surprise, as if youâd called some bluff without even realising it.Â
âI donât have a condom,â he murmured, pushing you back ever so slightly so he could look properly at your face. âSorry, I wasnât actually expectingâŚthis.âÂ
âI am on the pill,â you offered a little bashfully, embarrassed to have reacted so enthusiastically to what you were now realising was a joke. âBut we can wait if youâd rather use a-âÂ
âNo, no-,â his face was definitely a little red this time, seemingly caught off by your willingness. âIf you want to, Iâd like to. I justâŚâ He rubbed his neck a little awkwardly. âI was just teasing and you surprised me, I guess. Youâre always surprising me.âÂ
Before you could backtrack or come up with some witty response, Sukuna recovered himself and his lips were on your neck. You let out a soft whimper at the sensation of his teeth dragging against your sensitive skin, his lips latching onto you and sucking purple marks onto you with no concern for who might see them the next day.Â
As far as he was concerned you were his. Naoya could rage all he wanted. If he wanted to keep his girlfriend he shouldnât have discarded her on the mountainside. Bitterly, you hoped Naoya found out exactly what you and Sukuna had done that night. Let him seethe. Let him reflect on all that heâd lost.Â
The bastard deserved all that misery and more.Â
Sukunaâs hands found their way beneath your clothes, calloused fingers pressing against your skin with care. You hadnât realised how much your whole body was aching until he was touching you like that, your muscles flexing at the new contact.Â
You took his actions as a sign to do the same, sliding your own fingers beneath his shirt and pressing them against his abs. You knew he was well built - on hotter days heâd been shirtless when working on teaching you to lead climb, and youâd pretty shamelessly stared at him until your mind had reminded you of your boyfriend.
It would be nice for him to be shirtless now, but neither of you felt like removing any layers of clothing in the cold, so for the time being your touch would have to suffice. That was a freedom that Sukuna seemed to be taking full advantage of, mapping out your body with his hands, his fingers moving to your breasts and squeezing, red eyes lighting up at the little moan it earned him.Â
âReally shouldnât be doing this now,â he whispered huskily against your ear. âHad the whole thing planned out. Figured once youâd broken up with Naoya that Iâd take you out on a nice date and then bring you back to my place so we could do this properly. But here we are.âÂ
You giggled softly at the dismay in his tone. âWe can still stop.âÂ
âNo. I want this now. You arenât so easily resisted. But mark my words, once weâre back home, Iâm going to take my time with you. I want to look at you properly beyond just fumbling about in a dark tent - as hot as this is.âÂ
Giggling again, you nodded, in total agreement with his sentiment. Doing things like this, while a little limited, did feel exciting in its own way. It felt like you were keeping some secret with each other, doing whatever you could in the dark without anyone else knowing about it. There was an allure to it that you couldnât quite put your finger on.Â
With Sukunaâs attention on your breasts, you were the one that ended up making a major move first. Your hand slid down beneath the waistband of his trousers, finding its way into his briefs. He let out a groan at the feeling of your hand brushing against his cock, which twitched erratically at the slightest touch.Â
It felt big beneath your fingers, and you hadnât realised that your breath had hitched until Sukuna was letting out a chuckle.Â
âImpressed?âÂ
âMaybe,â you mumbled shyly. You didnât have much of a point of reference for such things. Naoya was the only man youâd ever been with, and you imagined that he wasnât packing anything particularly unique down there. Not if Sukunaâs size was anything to go by. You wrapped your fingers around the shaft, enjoying the way Sukuna shivered in pleasure.Â
Meanwhile, Sukuna mirrored your actions, his fingers moving down your body until they were grazing against your panties. It was a little embarrassing how damp the fabric had grown, your pussy desperately slick from the events of the evening. Your body wanted Sukuna just as much as your heart and mind did, and it was making that fact glaringly obvious.Â
âSo wet,â he said with a chuckle. âThere I was all nervous that you wouldnât feel the same. Shows what I know, huh?âÂ
You flushed, glancing away from him in embarrassment as his fingers pushed your panties to the side, giving him free access to your pussy beneath. His fingers moved deftly through your folds, moving the slick around before rubbing at your clit, leaving you whining his name and squeezing his cock a little tighter.Â
âCute,â he hummed, his nose brushing against yours. One of his fingers prodded at your opening, pushing in with a little effort. He took a few minutes opening you up with two of his fingers, languidly stuffing you full with them to prepare you. You didnât want to admit to how emotional the whole thing made you feel, because Naoya had always said that foreplay was a myth.Â
Never before had you been prepared for anything, and Sukuna taking so much time to do so had your heart fluttering.Â
You tried your best to return the favour, stroking his cock as best as you could while it was still confined beneath his clothes, but he didnât seem to pay that too much attention - completely fixed on making you cum around his fingers before moving onto anything else. That was another thing that Naoya had never done. Cumming with him was so infrequent that youâd almost grown certain that you couldnât do it with another person.Â
And yet, Sukuna had you doing it in a matter of minutes - your toes curling in desperate pleasure as you gushed over his fingers with a sweet little gasp.Â
There was no time for you to catch your breath before he was pushing your trousers and panties down ever so slightly to give him access whilst still keeping you dressed and warm. He did the same for his own clothes, gently displacing your hand from his cock and repositioning the two of you so that he was on top.Â
The sleeping bag was still wrapped snugly around the two of you, keeping the warmth in effectively while he lined himself up over you, his muscular body keeping you pinned down beneath him in a position youâd be more than happy to remain in for the rest of your days. It was so nice to be under him like that, to be so surrounded by his body and heat and scent.Â
It was where you were supposed to be. In some uncomfortable tent on the side of the mountain feeling happier than ever because he was there with you.Â
Youâd gone to the mountaineering club for Naoya, but you couldnât help but think fate had guided your actions and really led you there for Sukuna.Â
âAll good?â He asked, hot breath brushing against your ear. The tip of his cock was pressed up against your opening, and you realised that he was giving you a chance to back out - showing you a level of consideration that Naoya never would.Â
âYeah,â you breathed, lashes fluttering as you peered up into lovely red eyes, letting out a whine when he finally pushed into you.
You hadnât been prepared for just how big he was, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your skull as he pressed his way into your tight pussy. Your nails dug into his arms and a whimper left you at the intensity of the feeling. You felt like you were aware of every ridge and vein on his cock, your pussy squeezing around him each time heâd involuntarily twitch within you.Â
It didnât take long for the uncomfortable fullness to give way to pleasure once he bottomed out inside you. It had a pleasantly warm buzz running through your body once he started to thrust within you, the weight of his body keeping you still and secure, keeping you warm even as the storm picked up outside.Â
Any fears of the thunder and lightning were pushed aside in favour of focusing on the feeling of being split in two. Sukunaâs lips found your neck once more, overstimulating you as he bit and sucked on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, bringing tears to your eyes beneath all the pleasure he was giving you.Â
Even through the stretch it felt right to have him inside you, and it was downright heavenly each time one of his long strokes hit that one specific spot inside you, bringing stars and light to your vision each time.Â
This was where you were meant to be.Â
Neither of you lasted particularly long. Not after the day youâd just had, and certainly not after months of mutual crushing. Youâd cum first - your body already sensitive from the previous orgasm and totally overwhelmed by the intimacy of it all. Sukuna had reached down to play with your clit while he fucked you, and that set you on a high unlike any other.Â
If Naoya had known where the clit was, heâd certainly never touched it.Â
And yet, there Sukuna was utilising it. You could count on one hand the number of times youâd cum from penetrative sex, but Sukuna had pulled an orgasm from you like it was easy.Â
And maybe it was easy.Â
Maybe Naoya just fucking sucked.Â
Sukuna wasnât far behind you in reaching his release. When youâd cum youâd clamped down around him tightly, locked in a spiral of pure pleasure unlike that which youâd experienced before. It felt better than anything you could achieve with your own hands - infinitely more intimate and lovely.Â
The way youâd squeezed him so tight had sent Sukuna over the edge, prompting him to groan your name in that low tone of his as he filled you with his seed, riding out his own release to the point where you were growing overstimulated and begging him for mercy.Â
Mercy which he gave you with a gentle smile and a kiss planted atop your sweaty forehead.Â
The two of you lay then in the darkness, soft pants drowned beneath the howling of wind. Sukuna was holding you tightly, keeping you secure in his grip like you might vanish if he didnât cling to you with all his might. He was still inside you, softening but present in a way that felt blissfully intimate. Whenever youâd laid with Naoya, you couldnât wait to escape his grip and get cleaned up.Â
With Sukuna, it was different.Â
You could stay there with him sheathed inside you for hours - connected in a way that just felt right.Â
His lips were ghosting against your hair, soothing you with kisses, running his hands over you repetitively in a bid to ensure you stayed warm at his side. Your ankle was throbbing a little from all the movement, but with Sukunaâs legs intertwined with yours you found yourself able to ignore it. All thoughts and discomforts overridden by how happy you felt in that moment.Â
âTry and get some sleep,â he murmured against your hair. âIâll look after you.âÂ
âI know,â you whispered.Â
He smiled softly. âJust making sure you know it. Apparently you canât take for granted that everyone will look out for you.â His tone came out a little bitter, but instead of feeling anger at the reminder of Naoyaâs actions, you felt a warmth blossom across your chest at Sukunaâs display of care.Â
You liked that he was angry about it. It was nice to have someone care about you for once.Â
In hindsight, it was a blessing that you never made it out into the mountains alone with Naoya like youâd intended to at the start of your mountaineering training. If you had, perhaps you wouldâve ended up left for dead - freezing on the side of the mountain while Naoya summoned some crocodile tears and dismissed your fate altogether.Â
You were lucky to have Sukuna. Lucky to be able to continue going into the mountains with someone who actually wanted you there. Someone who would really take care of you.Â
âIâm glad youâre here to look after me.â Your hand reached for his face, tracing his tattoos with great care. As pleasant as your evening with him had been, you were looking forward to making it down the mountain - to spending time with him outside of that tent. It would be nice to see just where those tattoos disappeared off to beneath his clothes.Â
But that would have to wait.Â
You knew that the next day would be long. An arduous trek back down the mountain was ahead of you, along with a no doubt vicious confrontation with your ex. One that you were sure Sukuna would take the lead on, but still not something you were looking forward to experiencing.Â
Either way, you wouldnât dwell on it that evening.Â
Because for the time being, there was nothing you needed to worry about. The storm could rage on outside for as long as it needed to. You were safe in your tent, in the arms of a man who would never leave you alone on the side of a mountain.Â
And it was possibly the happiest youâd been in a very long time.Â
a/n: after getting down to the bottom of the mountain the next day I promise reader slapped naoya and sukuna beat the hell out of him :)
had such a fun time writing this its literally the most self-indulgent fic I've ever written as I love being in the mountains hehe
hope you enjoyed! reblogs and comments are appreciated as always!
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