professor geto + gojo will always be one of my most favorite things đđ«¶đ»
Hey! I really liked the fun facts about Geto from s&c, and I was wondering if you could do some headcanons about him? đđ
professor!geto headcanons sfw + nsfw (based on this fic)
sfw
x professor!geto who has this whole coffee ritual. like specific beans. perfect grind, even monitors the temperature. don't mess with it unless you want to face a angry, sleep-deprived neurosurgeon.
x professor!geto who has a resting face that can be misinterpreted as perpetually annoyed. this often makes new interns stumble over their words.
x professor!geto who isn't overly verbal with affection, but he always shows it with little touches and acts of service. whether it's making you a cup of tea just the way you like it or reaching out to hold your hand as you walk together.
x professor!geto who has a fiercely protective side when it comes to you. it's not overbearing, but he does keep a constant watchful eye to make sure you're safe. also he's not the jealous type.
x professor!geto who's humor is so dry you can't tell if he was joking or straight-up insulting you.
x professor!geto who owns a boat and is a surprisingly good sailor. no clue where he learned, though.
x professor!geto who has a hidden emergency stash of dark chocolate in his office, specifically for those days when gojo is being especially annoying.
x professor!geto who wasn't quite the manwhore like gojo during his university days, but let's just say he had his fair share of woman also.
x professor!geto who is actually a slightly better basketball player than gojo. gojo would die before admitting it, but geto likes to tease him about it sometimes.
x professor!geto who drives like a maniac who definitely stole the car. everyone who's ridden with him swears they'll never do it again.
x professor!geto whose nicotine addiction was always bad, but got worse when he started his residency. also he considered gynecology for his residency for a hot second lol.
x professor!geto who is great listener and loves having deep conversations with you.
x professor!geto who absolutely adores it when you run your fingers through his hair. he'll lean into your touch with a soft sigh and close his eyes.
x professor!geto whose surgeon hands are surprisingly smooth, with super long and kinda thick fingers, but still a little rough in places. he's also got some scars on them.
x professor!geto who always has faint shadows under his eyes from those crazy-long hospital shifts.
x professor!geto who has perfect teeth. that's just a fact.
x professor!geto who knows he's good-looking and has a quiet confidence about it.
x professor!geto who keeps a sketchbook filled with precise anatomical studies. he's actually really good at drawing. sometimes he'll secretly sketch you.
x professor!geto who really understands the power of a lingering touch. a hug held just a bit too long, a casual brush against your arm. and he'll drive you crazy with it.
x professor!geto who is all about efficiency. he always goes the quickest, most logical route. also he can't stand fake niceties or small talk. give it to him straight, even if it's a little harsh.
x professor!geto who is very good at reading people and understanding their emotions.
x professor!geto who acts like he hates memes, but he's got a hidden folder filled with the most ridiculous ones.
x professor!geto who does crossfit and, unlike gojo, actually sticks to a strict workout routine. that's also why he's way more built.
x professor!geto who dragged gojo into rehab. twice. but it was in vain.
x professor!geto who is gojo's doctor, and gojo is his. they never let anyone else treat them unless absolutely necessary. they know each other's whole medical history, even the embarrassing stuff.
x professor!geto who will always give you the "i'm so proud of you" kisses after an accomplishment, big or small, he celebrates it with a kiss.
nsfw
x professor!geto who will think about you when he's alone, doing his thing.
x professor!geto who will treat you like a princess in public, but once you're home, he's all about tying you up and having his way with you.
x professor!geto who loses all sense of sanity if you wear lacy lingerie or stockings under your clothes. he's all in. just give him the signal, and he'll find a private spot to help you out of them.
x professor!geto whose not one to rush. he wants to make sure you're all worked up and ready for him before anything else. he rarely skips foreplay.
x professor!geto who will interlock his fingers with yours while eating you out.
x professor!geto who is all about communication. he wants to know your needs, limits, and reactions every step of the way.
x professor!geto who, once he knows your limits, will push your face into the mattress, silencing your whimpers and cries for him to slow down. sorry, not sorry.
x professor!geto whose is packing some serious size. he's so thick that he fills you completely, leaving no room for anything else. at first you're a little scared, but he knows exactly how to position himself and angle his hips to slide seamlessly into you.
x professor!geto who is not afraid to try new things in bed. whether it's a new position, toy, or technique, he's game.
x professor!geto who will spank you during sex, especially in doggy. don't worry, though, he's all about the aftercare too and will sooth the burn. you deserve nothing less.
x professor!geto who doesn't make much noise during sex, but the moans he lets out are FKN LOUD, sending shivers down your spine.
x professor!geto who is really into oral sex. both giving and receiving. and yeah, he's really into deep throat. there's nothing quite like feeling the tip of his cock disappear down your throat. it drives him wild.
x professor!geto who holds your hair and whispers words of praise while urging you forward until you finally bottom out, choking slightly on his thickness. and he'll guide your head back and fourth. arguing with me on this is futile.
x professor!geto who loves eye contact while you ride him. he'll grab your hips to keep you steady as he sinks deeper and deeper inside you. the sight alone sends shivers down his spine.
x professor!geto who finds it hot when you get a little bossy. but beware, this man won't tolerate being bossed around for long. he craves submission above all else.
x professor!geto who prefers to finish inside you. he also loves to see his cum leaking out of you. major turn-on.
x professor!geto who is into rope bondage. watching you struggle against the ropes as he pleasures you? yeah, that will drive him wild.
x professor!geto who almost had a threesome with gojo once, but gojo messed it up. low-key disappointed, but he's moved on.
x professor!geto who will manhandle you into whatever position he wants. don't protest. it's futile.
x professor!geto who can switch so fast. like one moment, he's rough and cruel leaving you helpless and panting underneath him. the next he's showering you with soft touches and kisses that take your breath away.
x professor!geto who loves spontaneous sex wherever the mood strikes. in his office, in the car, at the hospital (don't tell anyone), you name it. brace yourself for some unexpected action.
x professor!geto who has a stamina that defies belief. bro does crossfit for a reason.
again, i may got carried a bit away. hope you enjoy! (also i never pondered about smut with geto before lol, had to think about it for a hot second) âĄ
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Enemies/ACADEMIC Rivals to Lovers (yes, that trope specifically) always ALWAYS makes me so happy AAAAAAA especially as a nerd haha
pairing âžș nerd/academic rival/rich boy!gojo x reader
summary âžș you abhor your academic rival, satoru gojo. he's a cocky asshole that you fight with constantly for the spot at first place. but when you finally discover what's underneath all those lame sweaters of his with a once in a blue moon visit at the gym (spoiler alert: he's not a scrawny nerd), you'll be fighting your severe attraction to the man who makes your life a bit harder. and maybe fall in love with him, too, in the process.
warnings âžș smut, f recieving oral, praise, he makes you beg for it lol, p i v sex, making out, angst if you squint, a lot of fluff, college AU, nerd!gojo, reader gets insecure sometimes and is treated horribly by her discord mod TA/research advisor, typical misogyny/sexism in STEM fields, but gojo defends her!!!, sleeper build gojo with a happy trail because im a slut, the good old pining and yearning i like. art by @/deltapork
a/n thank u to all my beta readers for editing part of this for me :3 happy valentines day!!!
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You blink at your paper.
98.
You suppose you should be happyâitâs a graduate level physics class, anyways. For a moment, you stare at the red markings of the TA that graded it, as if willing an error in the one problem you made a mistake on could make it go away.Â
2+2=5.
You exhaled sharply, almost fighting back tears. Youâd think you could avoid simple arithmetic mistakes, but apparently doing tensor products comes easier than simple addition to you. Shoving your backpack on your chair, you stuff in your laptop and the test haphazardly, not caring that itâs going to get messed and crumpled up in your backpack after your folders and binders jostle around. Fuck that test.
You wouldnât normally act as if the test had personally wronged youâtrust, you were not going to get that heated were it any class. But because of this one class, one person, you knew it was coming. The inevitable.
"Better luck next time." The voice, drenched in smug satisfaction, slithered through the air behind you, his voice and demeanor like a slimy, slimy snake.Â
Your jaw tightened, but you forced yourself to remain calm as you turned around. And there he wasâGojo Satoru, the bane of your existence, a plague upon your academic record, a walking, talking statistical anomaly who somehow managed to be both infuriatingly brilliant and aggressively insufferable.
He leaned against the desk beside yours, glasses sliding down just enough to reveal the glint of those ridiculously blue eyes. He crosses his arms while theyâre covered in that ridiculous, ugly sweater heâs wearingâheâs probably going for the old money aesthetic, but he doesnât need to know he gives off more âfinance bro that helps billionaires evade taxes,â or whatever finance bros do.
âI have no clue what youâre talking about,â you sniff, pretending to act nonchalant while you grab your backpack, swinging it roughly on your shoulder like it was the weight of your grievances against him.
"The test." Gojo unfolded a crisp sheet of paper with the kind of theatrical flourish reserved for revealing royal decrees. A perfect 100, circled in bold red ink.
Your stomach twisted. This is what those two points meant. Two stupid, meaningless, soul-crushing, rage-inducing points.
"Guess that makes it⊠what, five to three this semester?" He tapped his chin, pretending to count, as if the score wasnât already seared into your brain like an irreversible branding. "My lead, obviously. But hey, if you ever need tutoring, I could always squeeze you in."
You bite the inside of your cheek in frustration. âI wouldnât want to impose on the time for any of your hobbies. After all, when will you get the time to watch anime? My 5000 Year Old Girlfriend is Stuck in a Twelve Year Oldâs Body, was it?â
He presses a hand to his chest in mock hurt, as if your words had truly pierced him through his chest. âTut, tut. After all this time, Iâd think youâd have my anime preferences memorized since youâre so obsessed with me. Itâs Digimon, not whatever pedophilic shit you think I jerk off too.â He pauses, and then his voice drops into a conspiratorial whisper. âBut you know Fred, the grad student TA that holds recitation every Wednesday? I just know heâs probably a Discord mod of a server that sends, like, daily tentacle porn. I wouldnât be surprised if heâs on the Megan's law registry either.â
Now, you have to hold back your smile because Gojo has a point. Fred is not just any TA. Fred is the grad student that mentors you on a research project; the programâs super selective, so when you realized you got him, you couldnât just back out and give up the opportunity. However, Fred isnât just a weirdâ-heâs sooo handsy with his greasy ass hands, so you accept any and all Fred slander. Because heâs your research advisor, you canât wait to finish the project any faster. He probably would be into underage girls, but you donât need to express your approval to Gojo, or worst of all, let him think heâs funny. God knows that would get into his head. âYea, yea. Whatever. Anyways, I hope you have fun with your Pokemonââ
âDigimon.â
ââor whatever. Iâm leaving. Some of us have things to do. Later, Gojo.â
You turned on your heel, lest Gojo hook you in with another taunt.Â
Maybe you needed to blow off some steam, if youâre allowing yourself to lose to Gojo.Â
Worst of all, itâs become a streak, like two times in a rowâone on this quiz, and the other on the midterm a few weeks back. Your mind goes back to the last women in STEM recruiting event you had went to, and, how, in the middle of taking a bite of the delicious margherita pizza they offered, you registered that the woman in the panel had insisted that what helped her power through her PhD and dickwad supervisors was by exercising. Her fervor over pilates could almost qualify as a cult pitch, but it made you pause at the moment. Before you continued to further engorge yourself on the food offered on the charcuterie board.Â
But maybe it was time to hone your focus in, and some sweaty endorphins might help you get just that.Â
Youâre not really surprised the demographic at your universityâs gym looks like the way it does. After all, not only was it renowned for its academics (from all the nepo babies like Gojo whose families donated buildings and had like four generations of alumnus), but it was also a Division I school. So not only was the gym packed but it was packed with men.
As you walked in the hallway towards the room that contained weight machines, gym bag slung over your shoulder, you eyed the glistening backs of the (D1, mind you) menâs swim team through the glass that separated your path and the swimming pool.Â
Wow, those Speedos really hugged their asses. You imagined Gojo in one, and almost snorted. Rich boy nerd Satoru definitely didnât learn how to swim; his familyâs mansion probably had a twenty year old personal lifeguard that Gojo lost his virginity to, or something. Regardless, he would squint in his silly swim goggles, the exact antithesis of sex appeal while his glow-in-the-dark eyes lit up the pool while he stroked, cheeks puffed like a pufferfish.
Regardless, the smell of testosterone that hits you when you enter the weight area is almost nauseating, and, if youâre honest, a little intimidating. Youâre not exactly the fittest of people, so you quickly speed walk past the grunting and sweaty men at the squat machines and barbells, avoiding eye contact and praying furiously that none of them perceive you.
 When you reach the dumbbell stands, you hunch over, taking random light weights. Then, you pretend you know what youâre doing while jumping every so slightly whenever anyone comes in six foot distance of you. Itâs only when another girl comes in to grab a weight (and when she bends over, you definitely ogle her ass in a way that would get you slapped if you were a man) that your gaze removes itself from where it was focused on the 2.5 lb dumbbell you were previously bicep curling with. To see him.
The glint of ivory hair is unmistakableâyouâve basically gotten off to the fantasy of razoring it off in his sleep. His blue eyes are bored, pretty boy face framed in glasses. Now, heâs giving teenage boy turned to Andrew Tate after a breakup. Black sweatshirt and sweatpants that are too small, because they cling to his legs in a form-defining way. Heâs walking over, hands in his pockets, to a barbell station. Slaps some guys on the shoulder as he goes through, gets a lot of daps.Â
Which is weird to you, because you only the Gojo inside your physics class, not outside. Heâs a fucking nerdâa loser that spends his time beefing with you, so why is he so popular when he gives you the time of day?
There are three dimensions to gaining alpha status, or whatever they call male popularity. You have to be 1) rich, 2) really physically fit, or 3) just really charismatic. Considering that Gojoâin all his clothingâ-looks like a twink moreso than ripped gym bro, itâs definitely not dimension two. So you conclude that itâs because heâs rich and probably throws yacht parties so these ripped guys donât push him into a locker, or something.
When he finally reaches his destination, you smirk to yourself. With that scrawny build underneath all those loose sweaters, you know heâs only going to be able to lift the bar, no plates. After all, he was warming up. insulting Gojo in countless of ways by taking jabs at his physique mentally, so you barely register that heâs grabbing for the hem of his sweatshirt, peeling it upâ
To reveal his bare torso.
Your first thought: Wow, he has huge bazonkas.
That has easily got to be one of the most built physiques youâve seen at your college so far. His pectorals basically pop out out of his torso as he moves to grab plates. First, he grabs a really big plateâyouâre not a gym expert, so you wouldnât know the weightâand stacks it. And stacks another. And another. And another, until youâre sure itâs definitely more than your bodyweight.
As youâre staring at him in awe, your 2.5 lb dumbbells hang limply by your sides, abandoning all pretense of training to openly gawk at the clench of his biceps, the sweat rolling down his temple, and the set of his jaw as he stares holes into the bar. And by the way thereâs heat creeping up your cheeks you realize one thing:
Youâre screwed.
âYou know what?â
You keep your eyes on your notes firmly, refusing to look at Gojo sitting right next to you. You donât know why he always chooses to sit next to you on recitation, reallyâitâs not like youâre receptive to his company. After all, he could be doing other thingsâlike metaphorically sucking a TAâs dick by talking about their research, where Gojo probably knows more about the TAâs research than they do themselves.Â
From your periphery, you notice Gojo pouting, then scooting his chair (dragging it, so it makes a god awful screeching noise against the floor tiles that has you cringing) until heâs so close that he slings an arm on the back of your chair and leans in closer and closer. Youâre fighting to keep your eyes on your notes, face heating up traitorously until you feel his breath fan across your neck because heâs just so close.
âRude, ignoring me. Look where that got you.â He then points to a problem on your paper, one you were currently working on. âYouâre doing that wrong.â
You finally turn to glare at him, but heâs closer than you anticipated, his face just inches from yours. His grin is all sharp edges and knowing amusement, and it makes your stomach flip in a way you refuse to acknowledge.
âIâm not doing it wrong,â you argue, despite the creeping suspicion that, okay, maybe you did mess up somewhere.
âOh, really?â Gojo drawls, tilting his head slightly. âThen why is your integral off by a factor of two?â
Your eyes snap back to your notes, scanning through the equationsâand, dammit, heâs right.
You huff, begrudgingly erasing the mistake. âWhatever.â
âYou know, you should really be thanking me,â Gojo muses, still leaning way too close for comfort. âIf I werenât here, who knows how many mistakes youâd make?â
âSheâd have me,â comes a greasy voice, and you have to fight the tears in your eyes that arise when Fred (the aforementioned pedophilic TA and your research advisor) comes, his moldy cheese stench following him as he takes a seat from across you and Gojo. You grudgingly turn your face away from where it was so close to Gojoâs to look at him and sigh inwardly. At least Gojoâs face was prettier to look at.
âHi, Fred,â you smile tightly, willing him to go away. âWeâre good here, so you can help out other studentsââ
âHow was your weekend?â He instead replies, and you wince. Stealing a quick glance at Gojo, it seems that his jaw and posture are uncharacteristically tense.Â
âLot of work for the class and for, uh, our research,â you respond, nodding and averting your gaze to your paper and feigning working on a problem so that he would get the hint.
Fred, unfortunately, does not get the hint. Instead, he leans forward, elbows on the table, eyes too focused on you. âYou really ought to take breaks, you know. You can give me the code late. Someone as cute as you shouldnât stress so much. Youâll get wrinkles.â
Your fingers tighten around your pencil, your skin crawling at the way his tone veers into something too familiar, too patronizing. You open your mouth to give a clipped response, but Gojo beats you to it.
âOh? Didnât know you were an expert on skincare, Fred,â Gojo drawls, his voice deceptively light. His arm, which was still resting on the back of your chair, shifts just slightlyânot quite pulling you in, but making his presence more noticeable. âThough, if weâre giving out advice, maybe you should take your own. I mean, stress must be rough on you too, right? All those late nights grading papers, staring at screens. Takes a toll.â
Fred bristles, but Gojo just smiles lazily, pushing up his glasses as he tilts his head. âActually, you know what? Maybe we should all focus on our own business. Like, say, teaching, instead of weirdly hovering over students. Crazy thought, huh?â
You swear you see the muscle in Fredâs jaw twitch, but he forces out an awkward chuckle, shifting uncomfortably. âRight, right. Just looking out for her.â
âDonât worry,â Gojo interrupts smoothly, now fully leaning into your space, his arm draping a little lower behind your chair, âI think sheâs got plenty of people looking out for her already.â His voice is soft, but thereâs an undeniable edge beneath the words.
Fred lingers for a second too long, but finally, he mutters something about helping another student and stands, walking off with an air of forced nonchalance.
You let out a breath you hadnât realized you were holding, slumping slightly in your seat. Gojo hums beside you, his fingers tapping idly against the back of your chair.
âYouâre welcome, by the way,â he teases, but thereâs something in his tone thatâs softer than usual. He then makes a show of stretching, raising his arms. His sweater rides up a bit, exposing his lower abs and peeks of white that has you averting your gaze, the heat creeping up at his proximity once again. Then, his arm back on your chair. Weirdly, you find that you donât mind it.
You sigh, resigned. Youâll figure out these feelings later. âYeah. Thanks, Gojo.â
But you donât immediately go back to your work, because Gojo suddenly hunches down and whispers in your ear. âYea, I definitely saw an underage anime girl sticker on his laptop.â
Your responding snort is so loud everyone turns to look at you and Gojo, who is now sporting a mischievous and satisfied smile.
It starts with a single drop, fat and cold where it splats against your wrist. You glance up from your phone just in time to see the sky split open.
âShit,â you mutter, stuffing your phone into your bag. The library doors shut behind you with a heavy clang, sealing away the scent of old books and the quiet hum of studying students. Outside, the air is thick with the petrichor of freshly fallen rain, and within seconds, the pavement is slick, puddles forming in the uneven cracks of the sidewalk. The streetlights reflect off the wet ground, casting fragmented golden glows against the darkening sky. Youâd been studying to grind for the upcoming assignments; after all, to rival Gojo is a no small feat. Itâs just unfortunate it seems to take you thousand times more effort than it does for Gojo.
âGuess weâre stuck together, huh?â
You donât have to turn to know who it is.
Satoru Gojo, standing beside you under the libraryâs narrow overhang, wearing that insufferable grin like heâs amused by the entire situation. Like the rain personally fell from the sky just to give him an opportunity to bother you.
âIâll take my chances,â you say flatly, shifting your bag on your shoulder. But as you peer past the downpour, your stomach sinks. The rain is merciless, an unrelenting sheet of water stretching as far as you can see. Thereâs no way youâre making it back to your dorm without looking like you took a fully clothed shower.
Gojo hums, pulling something out of his bag. You blink when he flicks open a half-broken umbrella, the metal ribs slightly bent like itâs barely holding itself together. He gives it a little shake, sending droplets flying, before glancing at you with a smirk.
âWell?â He lifts a brow. âWanna be smart about this?â
You do not want to be smart about this. You want to wait out the rain or make a break for it. But the storm shows no signs of letting up, and the thought of walking through it alone makes you hesitate.
Reluctantly, you sigh. âFine. But I get most of the cover.â
âHey, sharing is caring.â He tilts the umbrella slightly, just enough to make a point.
With great reluctance, you step closer. The moment you do, you regret it.
Gojo is warm. Even in the damp, chilled air, he radiates heat, standing so close that his sleeve brushes against yours. He smells good, tooâlike expensive laundry detergent with a faint undercurrent of something sweet, something distinctly him.
You swallow hard, forcing yourself to stare straight ahead as the two of you start walking. The rain pounds against the umbrella, droplets cascading off the edges, and with every step, youâre hyper-aware of the way Gojo moves beside youâloose-limbed, annoyingly graceful, a stark contrast to the crooked metal above your heads.
âMan, this thingâs on its last leg,â he muses, tilting the umbrella just slightly. Water dribbles off the side, landing directly onto your shoulder.
âGojo!â you yelp, recoiling as the cold soaks through your shirt.
âOops.â He does not sound remotely sorry.
You glare at him, but before you can snap back, he shrugs off his jacket andâwithout preambleâdrapes it over you.
You freeze.
Itâs warm, still carrying the heat of his body, and it smells so much like himâclean, sweet, dizzyingly familiar. Your brain short-circuits.
You force yourself to breathe, keeping your gaze firmly ahead. âYou didnât have to do that,â you say, voice tight.
âI wanted to.â
Something in his tone makes your stomach flip. You glance at him from the corner of your eye, andâ
Damn him. Damn him.
Water drips from his bangs, clinging to the sharp edges of his jawline, sliding down the curve of his throat. His shirt sticks to his skin, fabric clinging in a way that reveals the toned lines of his arms, the broad plane of his chest. Heâs watching the rain, the usual teasing glint in his eyes softened into something contemplative.
You swear your eggs just recently got released, for you cannot help but avoid your ever going attraction to Satoru Gojo except the age-old excuse: ovulation. Your mind wanders to how his arms would feel around your head, to lay on his chest, how heâd be able to manhandle you, force you to take itâ
But youâre snapped out of your inappropriate thoughts by what he says next.
âYou know,â he says, voice quieter now, âI like this. Just us, no grades, no competing.â
You pause.
He says it so simply, so easily, like itâs nothing at all. But the words settle deep, curling somewhere warm inside you, and you donât know what to do with them.
So you do what you do best: you shove them away, bury them beneath years of rivalry, of late-night study sessions fueled by caffeine and stubbornness, of sharp words and sharper glances.
You roll your eyes, forcing a scoff. âDonât get used to it.â
But even as you say it, your fingers curl into the fabric of his jacket, holding it a little tighter.
Itâs been a week since you saw Gojo. He had dropped you at your dorm in a surprisingly gentlemanly way, and you had insisted on returning the jacket only after washing it, to be courteous. What you didnât mention was how you kept repeatedly smelling it in your dorm whenever you got a reprieve from your roommateâs eyes because Gojo smelled like expensive cologne and he did one thing most nerds / physics majors donât do: shower. This fact, unfortunately, made you more attracted to him because the bar is truly in hell.
Youâve concluded that theseâŠfeelings canât hurt you and that it isnât real, like a beefy and shirtless Gojo-looking demon thatâll jump and surprise you from under your bed. So you move on your life, caught in the ever perpetual slog of studying and researching.Â
Thus, you find yourself at the library once more.
The night hums low around you, quiet except for the occasional shuffle of paper and the distant hum of the libraryâs espresso machine (only librarians could use it, however. you fervently thought that was a form of elitism, but you digress). Youâre at the corner table, the one by the window, where the dim light pools just enough to illuminate your notes but not enough to make you feel like youâre being studied under a microscope. You think youâre aloneâuntil you arenât.
You donât have to look up to know itâs him.
Satoru Gojo is hard to miss, even when heâs not trying. He slides into the chair across from you with the kind of ease that makes it seem like he belongs there, like he was always going to end up sitting across from you tonight. His hair is tousled, white strands falling forward in a way that makes him look softer under the warm light. His glasses are perched low on his nose, a rare sight given that he usually has them pushed up like some kind of pretentious scholar.
The two of you donât speak.
Itâs surprising, really. Gojo never runs out of things to say, whether itâs an obnoxious quip or some unnecessarily insightful observation that makes you want to throw your textbook at his face. But tonight, he just pulls out his own notes, taps his pen against the edge of his lips, and starts reading.
You should focus on your own studying, but something about thisâthis silence, this late-night haze, this tiny moment carved out of timeâmakes your mind wander. You steal glances when you think he wonât notice. His brows furrow when heâs concentrating, his jaw tightens when heâs stuck on something, and when he exhales, itâs this slow, measured thing, like heâs trying not to get frustrated. Heâs justâ
Heâs just really there.
Youâve spent years defining Gojo as your rival. Your competition. The person standing in your way at every academic milestone. And yet, somehow, somewhere, heâs slipped into something else, something harder to define. Because youâve seen him like this beforeâwhen heâs so focused that he forgets the world around him, when he bites his lip in thought, when he gets so caught up in something that he mutters under his breath without realizing it. And for the first time, it dawns on you: you donât actually hate it.
You donât hate this comfortable silence. This moment of peace, a white flag waving lazily between you both.
The hours blur. The cafĂ© starts to empty. Your notes turn into background noise. Itâs late, and the warmth from inside lulls you into something dangerously close to comfort.
A soft sound breaks through the quiet.
You glance up and freeze.
Gojoâs head has tilted to the side, his glasses slipping slightly down the bridge of his nose. His hand is curled loosely around his pen, and his breathing has evened out. Heâs asleep.
For a moment, you donât move. You barely breathe.
Gojo, asleep, is not something youâve seen before. Heâs always in motion, always buzzing with energy, always running his mouth about something. But right now, heâs still. His long lashes cast faint shadows over his cheekbones, and the tension he always carriesâthe cocky bravado, the smirking sharpnessâis nowhere to be found. He just looks⊠peaceful.
Cutie.
What?
The thought slips in so quickly, so effortlessly, that it nearly makes you jolt. But when you look at him againâhead tilted just slightly, glasses slipping down his nose, breathing slow and evenâyou canât deny that the word fits. He looks like a lazy cat napping in a sunbeam, limbs loose, utterly unguarded. Itâs so unlike him that you find yourself staring, caught in the contrast.
Your fingers twitch. Before you can stop yourself, you reach forward, slow and hesitant, to push his glasses back up his nose. But you catch yourself just before you touch him, as if the warmth of his skin might burn. Your hand hovers in the air for a fraction of a second too long, and thenâ
You pull away.
Your heart is pounding. Itâs fine. Itâs nothing. You just need to get out of here.
You gather your things quietly, glancing back at him one last time before slipping out the door into the cool night air. The moment you step outside, you take a breath, deep and shaking. The world feels different now. You feel different now.
Because for the first time, it isnât just that you find Gojo attractive.
Itâs that you care.
And you donât know what the hell to do about it.
The gym, once again, smells like sweat and overpriced protein powder.
You donât know whatâs possessed you to come here today. Maybe itâs because you keep telling yourself that you need to exercise more, or maybe itâs because you need to take a break from studying before your brain melts. But deep down, if youâre really being honest with yourself, you know the real reason.
Gojo is here.
You spotted him the first time by accident. You were on the treadmill, barely jogging at a pace that wouldnât embarrass you, when you caught a flash of white hair across the gym floor. And there he wasâdressed in a fitted black sleeveless top and joggers, casually loading plates onto a barbell.
And he wasnât wearing his glasses.
It was a stupid, inconsequential detail, but it made all the difference. Without them, he didnât look like the annoying academic rival who constantly got under your skin, flashing his smug grin as he beat you in exams by the smallest possible margins. He looked⊠sharp. Unfiltered. Effortlessly attractive in a way that made your stomach tighten in ways you didnât like.
Youâd seen him in his regular clothes before, of course. You knew he had broad shoulders and long legs, that his body wasnât just a lanky frame hidden behind layers of sweaters. But here, in the gym, watching him roll his shoulders as he prepped for another setâit hit differently. He was lean but muscular, his arms flexing as he adjusted his grip on the bar, and for some godforsaken reason, you couldnât look away.
You shouldnât be watching him. You should be focusing on your own workout, pretending you donât care. But the way his shirt clung to his back, the way his forearms tensed, the way he exhaled sharply as he liftedâ
Youâre so screwed.
You force yourself to look away, grabbing the smallest dumbbells available and curling them in what has to be the weakest excuse for a workout imaginable. Youâre barely paying attention to what youâre doing, too busy sneaking glances at Gojo between sets. Itâs pathetic, but at least no one else is watching you.
Or so you think.
Because then she appears.
A girl.
Tall, toned, and effortlessly gorgeous, with sleek hair pulled into a high ponytail. She strides over to Gojo with a confidence you could never dream of and smiles at him, saying something that makes him laugh. Her ass is definitely bigger than yours, and sheâs in this coordinated, cute, pink set, looking like she walked straight out of a fitness TikTok. You canât hear what theyâre talking about over the sound of weights clanking and some obnoxious EDM song blasting through the speakers, but you can see it. The way she leans in, the way she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the way Gojoâ
âsmiles at her. That easy, lazy grin he always wears when heâs teasing you, except this time, it isnât for you.
Your grip tightens around the dumbbells, something ugly curling in your chest. It gets worse when she gestures toward the squat rack, and Gojo nods before moving behind her, hands hovering just slightly as she sets up for a squat. You watch as he spots her, one hand resting lightly on her lower back, close enough to correct her form but far enough to be polite. Heâs focused, watching her movements carefully, murmuring something that makes her laugh before she drops into another rep.
Your stomach twists.
This is stupid. You have no reason to be feeling this way.
Itâs then that it hits youâyou can have your silly little academic rival moments with Gojo, but, in the end, youâre just a footnote in his story, a fleeting challenge in a life where everything already belongs to him. He quite literally has generational wealth; heâs not going to spend his life buried in grant applications or clawing for recognition in a field that demands twice the effort for half the reward. Heâll be the one funding the research, sitting at the head of the table, making decisions that shape the future. And you? Youâll be one of the many who struggle just to be in the same room.
Heâs the guy who spends his vacations on yachts or private islandsânot just surrounded by wealth, but by people who belong there. Girls who glide through life with the same effortless ease as him, girls who donât second-guess if they deserve to be in the spaces they occupy. Girls who donât have to fight for their place at the table because it was always set for them.
Girls that are his equalâequally attractive, equally smart, equally rich.
Not you.
You swallow hard, forcing yourself to look away, but the image is burned into your mind. The easy way he talks to her. The way she tilts her head when she listens. The way he doesnât even know youâre here.
You shouldnât care. You shouldnât care. You shouldnât care.
But you do.
You grip the dumbbells tighter, exhaling sharply. Then you put them back, pick up your water bottle, and walk out of the gym before you do something stupid.
The office is too small. Too suffocating. Too filled with the weight of unspoken words and the sharp-edged smile of Fred, the TA, as he leans back in his chair and laces his fingers together.
"You know," he begins, voice sickly sweet, "I really expected more from you."
You sit stiffly in the chair across from him, your hands curled into fists in your lap, nails digging crescents into your skin. Your heart pounds, but your face remains carefully neutral. You've been called into his office under the guise of "academic guidance," but you know better. You always know better.
"I don't know what you mean," you say, keeping your voice even.
Fred exhales dramatically, shaking his head. "Come on. You and I both know you're barely keeping up in this project of ours."
You grit your teeth. You're not barely keeping up. You're giving him your work at the highest level, at its best. But FredâFred has always had a way of twisting things, making you feel small, insignificant, like your achievements are nothing more than accidents.
âI think my progress speaks for itself,â you respond tightly. Mind you, while he was supposed to be your mentor, youâve done 80% of the work.
But you think Gojoâs defense of you ran deep into Fredâs heart because by the way heâs sleazily smirking at you, you know heâs trying to get back at you.
He smirks. "Your progress? Sure, youâre smart. But you think thatâs enough? You think anyoneâs going to care about a girl like you when there are people out there who donât have to struggle to be exceptional?" He leans forward, voice dropping into something conspiratorial. "Youâre wasting your time. The best you can hope for is being someoneâs assistant. Maybe a glorified research grunt if youâre lucky. Just like for me."
Your stomach twists. You shouldnât care. You know you shouldnât care. But the words burrow deep, hitting a place inside you that already doubts, that already wonders if youâre nothing more than a temporary obstacle in a world built for people like Gojo Satoruâpeople born brilliant, born wealthy, born effortless.
Fredâs eyes flick over you, assessing, smug. "Youâre working yourself to the bone for what? Youâll never be at the top. Not really."
The bitterness of the situation really dawns on youâGojoâs the one who took a jab at Fred last week, not you. But youâre the one whoâs left to deal with its consequences. Youâre not going to assign blame and lament that itâs not Gojo in this office dealing with him. It was in your defense, after all.Â
But Fredâs words remind you. Youâll never be at the top. At Gojoâs level, whoâs at the top without even seeming to put in effort.
Youâll never be his equal.
You stand abruptly, shoving your chair back so hard it scrapes against the floor. "If thatâs all, I have work to do."
Fred chuckles, leaning back, clearly pleased with himself. "Sure, sure. Donât say I never tried to give you advice."
You donât respond. You just walk out, gripping your bag so tightly your knuckles turn white, the echo of his words following you down the hall, settling in your bones like lead.
The hallway is too bright. Too loud. Too full of people who donât know that youâre on the verge of crumpling in on yourself like a dying star.
Your breath feels too shallow, too quick, and thereâs a weight pressing down on your chest that no amount of rationalizing can shake off. Itâs not even your meeting with Fredâjust a slow accumulation of stress and exhaustion and frustration thatâs settled deep in your bones. A grade lower than expected, an upcoming deadline youâre nowhere near prepared for, a general sense of drowning no matter how hard you try to keep up. Itâs all too much, and your hands are starting to shake from how tightly youâre gripping the strap of your bag.
You just need to get out of here. You need air, space, something.
But, of course, the universe has a cruel sense of humor, because when you round the corner, you slam straight into Satoru Gojo.
âWhoaââ
Your balance is already precarious from the way you were rushing, and the impact sends you stumbling. For a split second, you think you might actually fallâyour ankle twists awkwardly, the world tiltsâand then thereâs a strong hand gripping your wrist, another bracing against your back, steadying you before you can hit the ground.
You donât process what happens immediately. Your mind is still stuck on too much, too fast, canât breathe, and it takes you a second to realize that Gojo is holding you upright, his hands firm but careful, his expression hovering somewhere between amusement and concern.
âJeez, whatâs the rush?â he teases, but his voice lacks its usual careless lilt. Heâs searching your face now, eyes narrowing behind his glasses, and thatâs when you realize: you must look as bad as you feel.
Shit.
You jerk away from him, a little too fast, a little too sharp. âIâm fine.â
Gojo doesnât look convinced. âYou sure? Because it kinda seemed like you were about to pass out on the spot.â
âI said Iâm fine.â You adjust your bag over your shoulder, shifting your weight onto your other foot, ignoring the faint throb in your ankle. âGo bother someone else.â
Most of the time, thatâs enough to send him off with an exaggerated sigh and a smirk. But not today.
Today, Gojo just stands there, watching you like heâs trying to piece something togetherâlike youâre a problem he wants to solve. He doesnât press, not yet, but the silence stretches, and itâs unbearable, because you can feel the weight of his gaze, and you donât want to be seen like this. Not by him.
So you give him a tight nod in dismissal, and walk away.
Thereâs a knock at your door. You frown because you didnât expect any visitors, and youâre in your sleepwear. Regardless, you pad your way lazily and open the door.
To see Gojo.
What the fuck.
Heâs drenched in the glow of the hallway light, looking entirely too at home despite standing on your threshold. His hair is still slightly damp from the rain, white strands falling over his forehead in careless disarray. Heâs not wearing his glasses.
"Why are you here?" you demand, gripping the doorframe, willing your voice to stay steady.
He quirks an eyebrow, tilting his head just slightly. âYouâre holding my jacket hostage.â
Oh. Right.
You make your way to your wardrobe, where the now-cleaned jacket hangs neatly on a hanger. Grabbing it, you hand it over to Gojo, whoâs standing at your threshold while eyeing the insides of your dorm, as if trying to take in what your living space looks like. You shove it into his chest, stepping back like the heat of it burns. "Here."
Gojo takes it, but instead of leaving like a normal person, he lingers, running his fingers over the material like heâs checking for something. Then,, he lifts a hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it in that way that only makes his biceps flex, his lean muscles shifting beneath his shirt. You hate that you notice.
A beat passes.
"You know," he muses, far too casually, "you seemed a little disheveled back there."
Your stomach twists. "It's not a big dealâ"
"âBullshit." His voice cuts through yours, sharp and immediate. He shifts, stepping just the tiniest bit closer, his tone losing its usual teasing lilt. âYouâre lying. I saw what you looked like. What happened?â
âIt's none of your business,â you say, stiffening. âNor is it a big deal, really.â
Gojo exhales, something heavy in the sound. His eyes donât leave yours, and for once, they arenât filled with their usual mirth or mischief. Just something searching, something that makes your chest ache in a way you donât have the strength to deal with right now.
"You always do that," he says, softer now, but no less intense. âAct like no oneâs supposed to care. Like youâre carrying the world alone.â
Your fingers curl into your palms. Your lips press together. You donât want to hear this. You donât want to acknowledge the way his words settle too close to the truth.
And then, quietly, Gojo asks, âDo you not consider me your equal?â
You swallow.
Your silence must be enough of an answer because something shifts in his expression. It isnât anger exactly, but itâs something closeâsomething bitter and disappointed and aching all at once.
"Youâre the one who shuts me out, you know." His voice is sharp now, edged with frustration. "You act like I'm the one keeping you at a distance, but every time I try to get close, you push me away."
Your throat tightens. âWhy do you even care?â
Gojo lets out a breath, his head tilting just slightly, eyes scanning your face like youâre something heâs trying to figure out. Then he laughs, quiet and humorless.
âYou really donât know?â
âIââ Your voice wavers. âWhat do you meanââ
âFor a girl so smart, you sure do act stupid.â He steps forward then, closing the space between you just enough to make you want to back away, but your feet donât move. His voice drops lower. "Do you think I talk to you because I give a fuck about physics?"
Your brain short-circuits. âWhatââ
He groans, dragging a hand through his hair, frustrated. âI give zero fucks about the class or any class, trust me. I have better things to do than to try to aim for 100s on every test."
Your heart is pounding now, too loud, too fast. âThen whyââ
"God," he exhales, tipping his head back, like he's debating whether or not he should even say it. Then, after a beat, he looks at you again, and whatever is in his eyes makes your stomach flip, makes your breath hitch.
Something in your chest lurches, but before you can even process it, he huffs a laughâlike heâs just remembered something ridiculous.
"You didnât even look my way the first week," he says, eyes flicking over your face, searching. "I could tell you only cared about anyone that could challenge you. Like, it wasnât even until I did better than you on the second midterm that you even talked to me."
You open your mouth, then close it, heat prickling at the back of your neck. Becauseâyeah. Heâs not wrong. You had ignored him, dismissed him as just another overconfident rich kid who thought he was smarter than he was. It wasnât until he proved himself, until he became a real obstacle in your path, that you bothered to acknowledge him.
Gojo smiles, but itâs not cocky this timeâitâs small, almost rueful. "And then you looked at me like I was finally real. Like I existed."
Your breath hitches.
He shrugs, eyes dropping for a brief second before snapping back up to yours. "So, yeah. Maybe I started trying harder. Maybe I cared about all those stupid tests because it meant I got to see that fire in your eyes, that I got to be the one you were pushing against." He rubs the back of his neck, his biceps flexing in a way that would usually annoy you, but right now, youâre too busy trying to remember how to breathe.
Gojo stares at you for a long moment, gaze unwavering, like heâs daring you to say somethingâanything.
Your chest feels too tight, your pulse erratic, and you donât know what to do with the way Gojo is looking at youâlike youâre something precious, something worth holding onto.
But heâs wrong. He has to be wrong.
âYou canât like me,â you whisper.
Gojo frowns, expression shifting. âWhat?â
Your throat clenches, and before you can stop it, heat pricks at your eyes, blurring your vision. âYou canât like me,â you say again, voice cracking. âI canât even match you.â
Gojo's face slackens, his teasing demeanor completely gone.
"You do everything so effortlessly," you force out, your fists clenching at your sides. "Itâs so infuriating." A shaky breath escapes you, and you shake your head, looking down. âSo why would you even want this? You make me feel this way, and IâI hate you for it.â
For a second, thereâs only silence.
Then, Gojo exhales softly.
âIs that what you think?â His voice is so gentle it makes something inside you ache.
You donât answer. You canât.
Gojo shifts, stepping forward slowly, carefully, like youâre something fragile. And thenâthen he reaches out, his fingers ghosting along your wrist before curling around it, grounding you. âItâs not effortless,â he murmurs. âI try so hard. You just donât see it because I donât want you to.â
"You really donât get it, do you?" His voice is quieter now, something dangerously close to vulnerable. His fingers twitch at his sides. "I care because itâs you."
You shake your head, still not understanding, still unable to believe it.
Gojo watches you for a moment, then exhales, running a hand through his hair. âYou act like I just woke up one day and decided to like you.â He huffs a quiet laugh, but thereâs no real amusement in it. âDo you know how long Iâve been stuck on you? How infuriating it was, realizing that no matter how much attention I got, the only person I wanted it from was too busy treating me like an obstacle?â
Your breath catches.
âI tried everything,â he continues, voice rougher now. âTeasing you, annoying you, beating you in tests, losing to you in tests. It didnât matter what I did, because youââ He breaks off, shaking his head. âYou only saw me when I gave you a reason to compete.â
Your fingers tremble slightly at your sides. You donât know what to say, donât even know what you can say.
And suddenly, everythingâthe teasing, the constant pestering, the way he always had to be around youâit all clicks into place.
Your heart hammers in your chest, and before you can second-guess it, before you can even think, you surge forward and kiss him.
Itâs a mess of a kissâtoo rushed, too desperate, all clashing teeth and uneven breathsâbut Gojo groans softly against your lips, like heâs been waiting for this. His hands are on you immediately, one slipping around your waist, the other cradling the back of your head as he presses you flush against him.
Youâre dizzy. Overwhelmed. But itâs good. Itâs him, and you donât want to stop.
When you finally pull away, breathless and unsteady, Gojo is grinning, his lips slightly swollen.
âWorth the wait,â he murmurs, eyes shining.
You avert your gaze, fully blushing now. âBut Iââ You take a look at him, then hide your face in your hands. âIâm a stalker.â
âMaybe Iâm into that.â
âNo,â you bemoan. âIâve stalked you at the gym, and Iââ Your voice drops into a shameful whisper. âYou were good. Like, stupidly good. Like, making everyone stare at you good.â
His lips twitch. âYou were staring too, huh?â
You glare at him, but he just grins, all teeth, clearly eating this up.
âI hated it,â you insist, heat prickling at the back of your neck. âI hated that youâre already smarter than me, that you already have all these advantages, and thenâand then you also have that? Like, itâs just unfair. Youâre unfair.â
Gojo is silent for a second, and you think youâve screwed up, but then exhales a sharp laugh, shaking his head. âYou are so cute.â
âStop it!â you whine, but you donât protest when he pulls you closer and locks your lips with his another time. You clutch the front of his shirt, drag your hands on his chest, his arms, everywhere. Then, you guide his to firmly clutch your ass, to which he freezes.
âWe can stop here. We donât have to do anymore than this, andââ
But you interrupt him, slamming your lips against his once more. Grabbing him by the shoulder you pull him into your room and slam the door behind you, pushing him against the door. âFuck no.â
He laughs breathlessly, then continues to switch your position, now you against the door. âThank god. Now, jump.â
You do, and you almost moan at how easily he grabs you in his arms, your legs straddling him. Itâs like you weigh nothing to him as he carries you over to your bed and manhandles you into it, following not long after.
When he gets on top of you, he maintains eye contact as he pulls your shirt over your head, trailing kisses down to your neck, the valley of your breasts (but not before giving each of the girls their own tender kiss), and your stomach. With his eyes boring into you, he slowly, teasingly drags the pants you were wearing down your legs until youâre just in your panties.
You let out a noise, and he coos. âI know, I know, baby.â He gives you a gentle kiss on the top of your mound, and you clench, squirming from the contact. âLet me take my time, though.â
He gently, but firmly, lays a hand on your hip as he starts licking the crotch of your panties. Itâs truly maddeningâthe sensation is there, but you oh so wish his skilled tongue was meeting your skin, bare and electric.
Heâs taking his time laving, ravishing your taste, but youâve had enough. âGojo, please,â you sob, throwing your head back and grinding further into his tongue, which he welcomes. âStop teasing.â
âMmmm,â he pretends to think, all while focused and looking only at your crotch, now rubbing your clit in small, miniscule circles. âI can, but,â and now heâs just mocking you, with the way he adopts a babying tone, âI think youâre going to have to beg for it.â
You groan in frustration as a response, but he only clicks his tongue as his fingers reach and finally rid you of your panties. He spreads your folds with two fingers, his face oh so close to your bare pussy. But instead of finally giving you what you want, he clicks his tongue, pouting as if youâre the one forcing him to be a bastard. âYea, Iâm sorry, but youâre going to have to earn it.â
Before you can respond, he holds out his tongue and inches his face even closer to your bare folds until you can feel his warm breath over it. âYou just have to say please.â Then, he ahhh-s, as if holding his tongue out to a doctor and says, âLook Iâm so closeâahhh.â
You can only plead with him. âPlease, Gojo.â
âNo, itâs Satoru to you now, baby.â
âSatoru, please eat me out.â
He smiles. âYeaa, thatâs my girl.â And proceeds to eat you out in a way that has your toes curling.
He acts like a man eating his last meal on death row. Itâs the masterful combination of laving over your folds, kissing your clit, and groaning and making noises that has you inching closer and closer to your orgasm. When you tell him, youâre close, he does exactly what heâs supposed to doâkeep doing what heâs doing, same spot, same tempo, same pressure.
With a cry of his name, you come quickly, and he takes your writhing hips and their motion like a champ, easing you through it. When you feel the all-too-familiar feel of over sensitivity, you grab his hair and pull him towards your face, kissing him tenderly.Â
He maneuvers his huge frame to lay down next to you, and you fall easily into a gentle embrace. Itâs a comfortable silence, as he burrows his face into your chest and you stroke his hair gently.
Gentler than how youâve ever treated him.
Itâs this thought exactly that you voice to him. âYou know,â you muse softly. âI was such a bitch to you.â This gets his attention, because he moves from where he was comfortable (your boobs) to look at you in alarm. âLike, I was always mean, and like acting all high and mightyââ
âWhatever you think you did, it was hot,â he interrupts you, grinning boyishly. âLike damn when you insult me I get all fired upââ
âSatoru!â You laugh, shocked, looking down at him. âYouâre crazy.â
âYea,â he winks. âCrazy for you.â
You smile softly at that, biting your lip. âI mean, I get that.â You feel his curious gaze rove over you and heat creeps up your neck as you confess, âLike I was stalking you at the gym. I saw you one time, and um. You definitely have a sleeper build.â
He hums. âI get that a lot.â
âYea,â you blurt. âyouâre really hot. Like you have really big arms, which I definitely didnât notice in all those sweaters you wear. You could definitely throw me around.â
Silence.
When you look down at him, heâs looking at you mischievously. He sits up, takes off his shirt, and says, âWant to test that theory?â
The both of you test the theory, indeedâitâs a nice nod to your guysâ academic, theoretical physics roots. But instead of some theory involving dark matter or quantum physics debated while in class, this theory takes all night to prove.
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a/n special thank you to @purplegemadventures ily pookie <3 we were discussing how a lot of fics so far have made seem nerd gojo really cute and shy but we tried to envision a shit eating sassy diva just like hidden inventory arc <3 like what that one anon said i need my gojo to be a little annoying cocky (but cute) bastard (or, i quote, "your gojo makes me want to oil his scalp and give him an aggressive head massage and mess his hair up"). ANYWAYS props to that one anon that dropped the "nerd gojo with sleeper build" and my beloved @tiramisuandlove i love you forever
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Why Can't I Keep My Fingers Off You? - G.S.
Synopsis. There were two things missing in the scene in front of you: 1. The aphrodisiac chocolate your friends had given as a gag gift last Christmas that had been hidden away in the back of your refrigerator. 2. Your dear fiancé.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected sex, Satoruâs blindfold gets used, overstimulation (male + female), lots of cum, aphrodisiac sex, multiple rounds, making Gojo Satoru cum in his pants, breaking the bed, mating press, pet names (my girl), swearing.
Word count. 3.0k
A/N. Can you tell itâs ovulation week. Art by @_3em on X.
Ah~ Itâs the 21st century, they should really make these curses self-exorcizing.Â
Itâs been a long day of dealing with countless curses and five droning clan meetings (all of which he missed, oops). Now, Satoru loiters around your shared penthouse apartment - waiting for you to come back home from work.
Hmm, maybe heâll quickly drop by and see what the first years are up to? He probably didnât have a class right now.Â
But first, Satoru grins, opening the refrigerator to grab at the secret stash of sweets all the way in the back - something sweet.
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It was odd to step into a tense silence suffocating your home - usually used to being met with whines of âhow dare you take so long!â and âyou wonât believe what that emo kid did today.â as soon as you walked in through the door.
Was Satoru running late on a mission today? Â
It wasnât surprising, the man had to be everywhere - itâs not like he always has the time to teleport and welcome you home. Yet, you still couldnât shake off the feeling that something was off as you made your way into the kitchen.
Cursing whoever invented the work week, the cold air of the refrigerator hits you as you open it to grab a drink, wondering when your fiancé will be home.
Wait.
Tired brain distinctly noting the lack of that familiar flash of hot pink, you double-take as you glare at the back of the refrigerator - as if willing it to materialize in front of you. Where was that?
âThatâ being the gag gift your friends had given you last Christmas to playful wolf whistles. Some large slab of âaphrodisiac chocolateâ - probably normal chocolate - that youâd skeptically thrown in with your secret candy stash for a rainy day.Â
Satoru had ransacked your goods again, you sigh. But if he was homeâŠthen where was he?
âToru? Are you home?â you call out in confusion, only to be met with a deafening silence.Â
Concern etched on your face, you set the drink down to look for Satoru, footsteps thumping against the hardwood floors at each tense step.Â
Approaching the bedroom, a low, unmistakable moan filters through the heavy door. Satoru.
Heartbeat racing and worry coursing through you, you cautiously push the door open - only to be met with a sight that makes your heart stop.
There, sprawled across your bed in just his boxers, a delicate flush spread enticingly along his sculpted body, was your Satoru.Â
Something about this scene felt more than a simple evening nap. The air was heady and thick with something. Maybe it was that familiar hot pink wrapper lying empty at the foot of the bed. Maybe it was the way Satoruâs usually vibrant eyes were half-lidded, curtained by his tousled hair.Â
Or maybe it was his hand squeezing the large outline of his achingly hard cock through his boxers. Circling the dark spot around his leaking tip. Massaging his heavy balls. Teasing.Â
âYouâre homeâ he rasps out, voice strangled and snapping you out of your trance.Â
âWha- yes. Toru, what happened?â you sputter out, eyes locked on the way his cock twitched animalistically at the sound of your voice.
In the blink of an eye, Satoruâs gotten up from the bed, muscled arms caging you against the wall. His rock-hard erection presses into your front, precum smearing through his boxers against your work clothes.
âYouâre home.â he repeats, sounding as strained as if he were about to snap any second. Losing his sanity with each breath that fans your hair.
You could feel the pulsing of your cunt as your eyes flit from the sheen of sweat decorating his body to the blindfold haphazardly hanging off his neck. Satoru finally raises his eyes to look at you.
Oh, heâs already lost his sanity.
Pupils blown, those blue eyes you love now a lustful black - a predatory glint in them that made a carnal part of your cunt twitch. His mouth spreads into a wolfish grin, teeth bared as if ready to eat you up.Â
A shiver runs down your spine.
âToruâŠyou okay?â
âYouâre home.â he breathes out, as if a prayer.Â
âSatoru.â
The simple call of his name sealed your fate.
The buttons hit the ground before you realize what heâs doing. Ripping your shirt off, pulling off your bra, fisting your clothes in his hands as if it killed him to see you clothed.Â
Too impatient - too starved - to remove your skirt, he pulls it to shreds off your hips.
âWoah- slow down there.â you squeal as he drops to Satoru knees, biting down on the thin fabric of your soaked panties, tugging with his teeth. You know heâll buy you ten more to replace what heâs torn, but jeez where was the decorum?
âCanâtâ he slurs, peeking up at you with dazed eyes. Was your Satoru even here with you?
âWhat?âÂ
âCanât stop.â he murmurs lowly, voice sending vibrations to your twitching cunt.Â
And before you know it, sharp teeth bite around your panties, ripping them to shreds. Looking up at you with hooded eyes, miles away, grinning devilishly around the soaked fabric in his mouth.Â
Shit, what have you gotten yourself into.
Despite your thobbing pussy, you soothe âNow, Toru. Why donât we just-â
âShut up.â he mutters. And he does - words catching in your throat as Satoru dives nose-deep into your dripping cunt. Hot tongue urgently lapping at your juices, as if a man dying of thirst..
Nose rubbing your pulsing clit in rough circles, he breathes you in so sinfully, letting out a throaty groan as he does. He bullies his tongue past your dripping folds, stretching you, dipping in and out of your quivering entrance. Over and over. In and out.
You were losing your mind with each rough push of Satoruâs warm tongue. Dizzying pace forcing lewd whimpers out of your mouth that mix with the squelches of his mouth on your pussy.Â
You buck your hips desperately into his face, and amidst his merciless abuse on your cunt, you barely notice the way he presses his body against yours.Â
Shit, so this is why heâs so fucking feral - Satoruâs cock was painfully hard, swollen and throbbing against your leg. Fuck- you werenât gonna be able to walk for a while.
He grind his hips into you, precum soaking your bare legs. With a low whimper at the back of his throat, Satoruâs tongue fucks you in a way you knew he wanted to with his cock right now. Rough and unrelenting.
Maybe itâs the harsh abuse of his mouth on your swollen lips, nose catching on your clit just right. Or maybe itâs the feeling of your slick dripping down the corners of his mouth, onto your thighs and mixing with the precum of his aching erection.Â
Before you can even register it, youâre cumming all over Satoruâs mouth, grip tight on his white locks and hips riding his pretty face.
Greedily lapping at your quivering cunt, he moans as his eyes roll to the back of his head at the sweet juices pooling around his tongue.Â
In the back of your mind, you recognize the feeling of Satoruâs warm cum smearing against your leg. Did- Did Gojo Satoru just come in his underwear while eating you out?
Sinfully, he licks at the mixture of your juices dripping down your legs, eyes closed as if tasting a delicacy. He was going to be the death of you.
As soon as your high bates, Satoru stands to his full height. Towering above you with eyes that looked like he wanted to positively eat you alive.
âT-ToruâŠare you okay?âÂ
But your fiancé stays silent, throbbing erection still straining painfully against his wet boxers as he shoves you against the cold wall. Rough hands on your hips, presenting your dripping cunt to him and arching you to his will.
A large hand smacks the wall beside your head, plaster crumbling under his strength. Shit, if he keeps going at this pace then nothing in the house will survive Satoru - including you.Â
You feel the cum-soaked fabric of his boxers grinding against your ass, his hands pulling and groping every bit of skin he can reach.
âToru, take it off.â you whine out, words dripping in lust.
You donât need to tell Satoru twice. With grace that he wouldnât give your clothes, his boxers are on the ground, painfully hard cock hitting his abs.Â
You can feel the slick dripping down your legs as you look behind your shoulder to see one hand wrapped tightly around his large cock. Pulling in slow, languid motions up to the furiously flushed tip. His heavy balls twitch as he thumbs the prominent vein along the side.
âI want-â
You canât even finish your sentence before Satoruâs bullying his massive cock into your snug cunt. Plush walls desperately trying to adjust to his size as he sheaths himself in your hot core.Â
You moan at the delicious stretch of your pussy. Itâs not like you havenât done this before - yet, where Satoru was usually suave in sex, right now it was replaced by pure, feral need. With his tip kissing your cervix as he pushed animalistically into your cunt - you didnât know if youâd make it out alive.Â
âHah- Toru itâs too big. Ah! I canât-.â
âYou will.â he grits out, teeth clenched and brows furrowed.Â
Satoru presses into you inch by fucking inch, groaning at the tight ring of muscles trying to both push him out and suck him in desperately. It was so animalistic.
It seems Satoruâs body moves before his mind, hips fucking into your dripping pussy recklessly. Harsh thrusts, not even pulling all the way out to ram into you as he usually does - as if he canât bear to part with your wet core. His balls sting your cunt as they smack against you at his unforgiving pace, strings of slick and cum connecting him to you.
âAh- So good fâme, my girl. Always- so good.â he gasps out at the heavenly feeling of your dripping cunt sucking him back in at each thrust. âHngh! Mmm more. I need more. Need it so bad.â
Hands arching your back into him now grope the expanse of your skin, before wrapping around your body to lift you off the floor.Â
âAh! Toru, what- hngh-â you choke on your words at the new angle.Â
Satoruâs body bows into you, cock still slamming inside you at a feral pace midair. Not even a hairâs breadth between your bodies.Â
With one hand he forces you to look up at him, capturing your lips with his in a searing kiss. Pretty mouth sucking your tongue as he did with your cunt.
If you were in a better state of mind, youâd notice the slight glow tinging his lustful eyes. The electricity thrumming through his fingers. Yet you already knew - Satoru was absolutely losing it.
Your feet dangle off the ground as he holds you securely, length reaching impossibly deeper inside you. Prominent vein grazing that one spot over and over.
âHngh- Oh my god, Toru. Sâtoo much!â you pull away to whine.Â
âOpen your mouth.â he murmurs raspily. As if body on auto-pilot, your mouth opens, tongue lolling out for what he was about to give.
Satoruâs stream of spit is warm on your tongue, making you clench around his merciless cock. He lets out a drawn-out groan, eyes boring down at you, holding a glint of the same insanity he has when he exorcizes curses, âMy nasty girl. Canât get enough of you.â
You moan at his words, hands reaching behind you to grab on the blindfold dangling on his neck. âToru more-â you gasp out, your tight grip causing him to bow his head with a groan, cock twitching ferally.Â
âFuck! More? You fucking want more?â he groans out, voice wrecked with pleasure.Â
You let out a yelp as his teeth dig into your neck - hard enough that you were sure youâd have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow. Like a lamb to slaughter, he was going to eat you up. Yet, your grip on his blindfold never waves, pulling him closer as he fucks roughly into your snug cunt.Â
Ass burning at the friction of his pelvis. Pussy dripping onto your bedroom floor. Unforgiving. Gojo Satoru was unforgiving. âAh! Toru sâgood.âÂ
You both cum with strangled gasps. A low keen at the back of Satoruâs throat, and heâs pumping hot ropes of cum into your awaiting pussy. Tears stinging your eyes at your sensitivity, all you know is a wave of pleasure as you ride out your climax on the ramming of his hips and the how full you are of his seed.
His hand still draws hurried, desperate circles on your clit. You squeal at the overstimulation, tears clinging to yours lashes. âToru- hngh!â you can barely get out the words, his hips slamming into yours mercilessly as Satoru milks his cock desperately on your quivering pussy.Â
âShut up. You said you wanted more. Youâre gonna get more, my little slut.â he mutters carnally.
Ah, you canât do this. You were going to fucking pass out.
âOne- more.â he moans.
Your thighs clench around him, pushing your plush walls deeper as he lets out raspy whimpers with each thrust. âHah- hngh.âÂ
âShit- Toru Iâm-â Your climax hits you with a jolt, body twitching in pain and pleasure from the oversensitivity as your cunt flutters around his cock - not even being able to tell when Satoruâs orgasm ends and when yours starts.Â
You feel a tear hit your shoulder, overstimulation too much for his poor cock as his seed coats your walls once more. It drips out of you, forming a pool on the floor as he pulls out - for only a second before youâre thrown on the bed.Â
Orgasm-hazed brain barely having time to register what is happening before Satoru stalks towards you from the foot of the bed. Unhurriedly approaching you as you scoot towards the headboard.
Your pussy jumps exhaustedly at the sight of him - eyes darkened and narrowed at you like a predator that has spotted his prey. A devilish smirk stretches across his swollen lips, glossed prettily with spit and slick.Â
Toru, I-I donâ-â you words slur out.Â
âOne- one more, my girl. Please.â Satoru whimpers, throat shot from what transpired just before. His cock twitches, glistening with cum and slick, dripping onto the fresh bedsheets.Â
As he looms closer, you wonder how the fuck Satoru was still holding up - was this all because of the chocolate? You have half the mind to wonder whether he was using reversed cursed technique to keep you both alive.
You mewl deliriously at the feeling of your legs being thrown on his shoulders. Eyes blown and face flushed your favorite shade of pink, he licks a long stripe up your ankles, voice cracking as he moans sinfully.Â
Satoruâs flushed tip teases your entrance, dragging along your swollen folds. Fuck. Shit. Maybe you wouldnât even mind dying if it was with his cock rammed in your snug cunt.
Barely even lucid, he thrusts harshly into you - your tight entrance readily sucking up his flushed tip. You both hiss at the sensitivity. Surely, one of you was going to pass out.Â
Hand moving to grasp the blindfold around his neck, you pull him to you. Your hamstrings burn in protest as Satoru bends down to attach his lips with yours, moving down until you were folded in half.Â
Tongue tangling with yours, half-lidded eyes bore into yours, fiery with an intensity that made you unsure if either of you would make it out of this alive.Â
Heartbeat roaring in your ears, you donât notice the crack! of the bed and neither does Satoru. Too caught up in desperately reaching whatever number orgasm it was this night.Â
Moans incoherent, your body convulses, nails dragging down the expanse of his sculpted back as the bed creaks in protest. A strangled groan leaves his mouth, cock throbbing inside you - or maybe that was your quivering cunt. At this point you really didnât know anymore.Â
âShit- ah! Fuck. Iâm- Mâcumming. Mâcumming. Hngh- cumming!â he whines out, voice ragged and breathing unstable. Delicate tears streak down his face, dripping onto your quivering body below him. Salty.
You can only let out exhausted whines, too fucked out to form any proper sentences.
Hot seed gushing inside you again, it overflows out of you, cunt dripping and too full to take anymore. Yet, Satoru still fucks into you until he sees stars and his poor cock is cumming dry. You can barely even feel your climax, distant tingles and the only thing on your mind being Satoru Satoru Satoru.Â
The air leaves your lungs as he collapses on top of you. Skin flushed and sticking to yours. Body twitching as his poor cock neverendingly shoots blanks inside of you. Which number was this even?
Thatâs when you black out.
Floating in and out of dreams of blue, blue skies and mini Satorus running around, you wake up with a start. Well, as much of a start as you could with your entire body aching as if you got run over by a truck - and then an entire zoo after.
Bleary eyes taking in your surroundings, you distinctly realize that youâre spread out on the living room couch.Â
What happened.
âHey, you okay?â a hoarse voice sounds from beside you. You could barely recognize it as your fiancĂ©âs, words jagged fromâŠwhatever it was before.
âYouâŠare you okay?â you rasp out, raising a brow exhaustedly. Satoru chuckles sheepishly, tenderly smoothing over the blanket placed on top of you. What a change from before - are you sure this is the same guy?
âWellâŠthe wall is crumbling, we broke the bed, and Iâm pretty sure my dick wonât work again for the next couple years.â he gets out in one breath. At your silence, he continues âAnd I think my favorite blindfold is out of commission.â
â...wow.â
âWow.âÂ
âYou lecher, you ate from my secret stash, didnât you?â
â...â
A few days later, opening the refrigerator, youâre met with a wall of hot pink. A sticky note on top reading in Satoruâs hasty scrawl, âThis time you take one too :Dâ
A/N. Wrote this while watching The Garfield Show.
Plagiarism not authorized.
AAAAAAA finally finished watching trigun and stampede and read this wonderful fic cuz I LOVE KNIVES SM đ„čđ idk why, but i ADORE villains so so much đ©
A fic in which you find a cynical man desperately needing medical attention
âł Millions Knives/Reader
content warning. gender-neutral pronouns, afab reader, mild overstimulation, unprotected sex, profanity, shameless smut, slight fluff, alien genitalia, oral (m!receiving), fingering, creampie, knives has never seen a pussy in his life, probably missing some tags but itâs 8 in the am and im tired
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Knight Aemond x Princess Reader mood board
Masterlist: The Hunt ; Night Off ; Neglectful Jealousy ; Devious Forgiveness
Your knight, Aemond, who was always by your side, no matter how much you tried to bribe him, he will not fall for it. He was always trailing you, refusing you to be out of sight, not because of duty but because he simply needed to be around you.
You knight, Aemond, who will always savor your scent whenever you are near him. Who would always find an excuse to touch your skin, may it be him offering his hand as you walked down the stairs or him wrapping his arms around your frame whenever the measliest of threats arose, disguising his passion as protection.
Your knight, Aemond, who would always stare down and intimidate any suitor of yours. Trailing closely behind as you tried to get to know them, always quick to go in between and meddle when he felt you were warming up with any lord or prince. Unable to stomach seeing you grow agreeable with your courtships.
Your knight, Aemond, who was always there the second you called for him. It does not matter if he has barely rested or eaten; the moment you send for him, he will be rushing down the castle halls, tending to your needs, no matter how insignificant or even frivolous they are.Â
Your knight, Aemond, who would always listen intently to your babbling. Nodding along as you tell him your encounters for the day though he already knew because he was always by your side. Occasionally indulging you with his silver-tongued quips as he would sometimes be the one to share with you the latest gossip in court.Â
Your knight, Aemond, who had been growing quite obvious with his affection for you. Sending you small tokens and flowers. He would often utilize the lie that the gifts were sent by an unnamed lord when, in reality, they all came from him.Â
Your knight Aemond, who knew fully well that yearning for you would make no difference because whatever love you two would have for each other would be a love that would be denied and could not be, for how could a knight ever deserve a princess?Â
Your knight, Aemond, who would settle to just being your sworn protector just as long as he had you near. Because as dreadful it was to see you be bound to another, nothing would compare to not having you near him; at those moments when he stood by your side, he indulged himself with a fantasy and pretended that you were his.Â
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Silent Love: Ch. 6 - "Forgiveness"
âč ŚŚà«ąàŒàŒàż Chapter Four
Previous Chapter: "Good Guy."
Chapter One: New Roommate(s)
Master-List: Here!
.ă»ăăă» ïœĄïœ„ïŸïŸïœ„ â°â†Sukuna x Reader
âÌ©Í âÌ©ÍÌ©Í â̩̩ÍÍ Sypnosis:
When moving out of your dorm and leaving your eccentric roommate goes to shit, you're offered by one of her friends to move in with him... for free! That is, if you don't mind living with two completely opposite college boys.
However, life isn't that easy, and there's a hot asshole around the corner to piss you off. Especially when he's always up late at night when you're studying, purposely trying to get on your nerves in the most perverse way possible.
You hate him.
âÌ©Í âÌ©ÍÌ©Í â̩̩ÍÍ Genre:
College/Modern World AU. Multiple parts.
Shameless Smut, Thin Walls, Mildly Dubious Consent, Roommates Fluff and Crack, Slice of Life, Kinda Slow Burn, Oral Sex Vaginal Sex, Slight Age Difference, Degradation Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Enemies to Lovers, Spit Kink, Angst, Hurt/Comfort.
âÌ©Í âÌ©ÍÌ©Í â̩̩ÍÍ Word Count: 27,169
 ïœĄïŸâ: * November 14th, 2023 ✠.* :âïŸ.
Wednesday
You keep your eyes closed, ankles crossed while sitting down on the toilet. Your fingers play with the end of your sweatshirt while Uraume kneels before you, their thumb pads softly working into the eyelid of your eyes. Softly rubbing left and right, and up and down.Â
âThis always helps with swelling.â Their voice is monotone, holding no emotion or form of expression. âCooling them down is good for a short amount of time, but it can strain the eyes and be uncomfortable. Rubbing them gently removes the fluids that have built up.âÂ
Uraume is completely different from when you first met them. Theyâre more collected, calm, emotionless, and put together. They havenât so much as smiled yet, nor do they even sound human. Theyâre also wearing something more formal, a white button up shirt, and some nice black pants. You feel like a child next to them, messy and disorganized.Â
You sheepishly nod, âI didnât know that.âÂ
âYou most likely havenât cried enough to know that.â Uraume tells you, pulling their hands away from your face in exchange for a cool damp cloth. âThese are things you learn with experience, much rather time.â
You tilt your head, âHave you cried enough?âÂ
Uraume pauses for a moment, before responding, âNot me, no.â The stand up, tossing the wet cloth in the sink and it hits the bowl with a gross splat. Then, they add, âBut, someone I used to tend to, yes.âÂ
You nod, fluttering your eyes open, you immediately notice how much lighter your eyes feel, along with your vision being a bit better. You push yourself off the toilet seat lid, moving to the mirror and looking at yourself.Â
Uraumeâs standing next to you, looking at you through the mirror. âLooks good enough for the day, wouldn't you agree?â They grab their rolled up sleeves, and pull them down, making sure that the cuffs of their nice shirt rest perfectly at their wrist.Â
You nod, the tips of your fingers moving to the corners of your eyes. Theyâre still a bit irritated, but the swelling is practically gone, along with your eyes, no longer bloodshot, more tired or high looking. âYeah, it looks good.â You smile slightly.Â
Uraume nods satisfied, âThatâs good.â They sigh to themselves, closing their eyes with a bit of exhaustion, their hand pressing against their mouth, mumbling, âThis is getting to become my normal again.â They open the restroom door and leave the small room.Â
You follow after, blinking a few times, âIs thereâŠ?â You watch as Uraume makes way to the kitchen, opening the plastic bag they brought with them. âUhm⊠are you? Is there something youâre here for?â
Uruame nods, placing the things on the table. âOf course, Iâm here for Sukuna.â They place the final item, and you quickly observe theyâre the ingredients for cookies.Â
Cookies?
âOh, well, Iâm sorry butâŠâ You move to the island, resting your weight on it, âSukunaâs not here, and I have no idea when heâs coming back.â You pass them an unsure smile, âIf you want, you can stay and wait, but I donât know how long youâll be waiting.âÂ
âIâm aware.â Uraume tells you, discarding the plastic bag, âHeâs currently at my place, heâs going to return later today.â They pull out their phone, typing something. You canât deny youâre jealous, especially knowing that Sukuna spent the night there.Â
Wait, what?Â
Now, youâre a bit confused, why would Uraume come here for Sukuna while heâs at their house? âOh, did he tell you that?â You lean back and forth, a bit anxious at the thought of Sukuna coming home. âHe hasnât told me, or Yuuji anything.âÂ
âNo.â Uraume tucks their phone in their pockets, âI just told him. He should be here in an hour or two.â They shrug, âHowever long it takes for him to get out of bed.â Â
You tense, âOh, uhm. Okay.â You twist your feet to the hall, ready to leave. âIâll be in my room if you need anythingââÂ
âI do.â Uraume points at the items on the island counter, âIâm making something, itâd be nice to have an extra pair of hands.â Their finger taps expectantly on the counter, almost impatiently. They want you to stay, and you donât want to stay. The idea of Sukuna coming home has you anxious, and avoidant, you really donât want to see him right now.Â
âOh, uhmâŠâ You thickly swallow, shakily pointing at Yuujiâs room, âIf you want⊠I can go grab Yuuji?â You pass them an unsure smile, letting your hand fall to your side again.Â
Uraume shakes their head, âNo. Your help is good. Come on.â They point at the butter, itâs two sticks. âPut those in the fridge for me, I have a feeling theyâre close to melting.â You pass them an unsure look, naturally turning to go to your room, only for Uraume to say, âIâm trying to help you feel better, youâre being a brat.âÂ
You blink at their abruptness, before slowly nodding, âOkay.â You grab the two slabs of butter, and move them to the fridge. âBossy.â You whisper, shutting the fridge behind you.Â
âNo, not at all, just trying to help you.â Uraume says, reaching into their personal bag and pulling out a headband, âPeople tend to drown in their emotions if they donât have anything to distract them.â Their hair is now out of their face, âBesides, everyone likes making cookies.â They blink at you.
You roll your eyes at that, youâre sure Sukuna doesnât like cookies, heâs too brittle for that. You cross your arms over your chest, huffing a small bit.
âEven Sukuna.â Uraume quips mindlessly. âAlthough, he is picky about how theyâre made. But, heâs like that with all food, it needs to be perfect, or it goes in the trash.â Despite the content matter, Uraume doesnât sound like theyâre complaining, it sounds more mindful if anything.Â
You laugh a bit, âAm I really that readable?âÂ
âPeople tend to be when theyâre mad.âÂ
âReally?â You lean on the fridge, biting the inside of your cheek, trying to find a kind way to phrase your words. âUhm, Uraume, I appreciate the attempt to make me⊠uh, feel better, but Iâm not interested.â You place your hands behind your back, âIâm sure Sukuna would be more than happy to helpââÂ
âHe told me what happened.â Uraume says, reading your face, seeing the way your face burns. âHe told me everything. Including what occurred at the party.â Which⊠they already had a faint idea of what occurred.Â
âOh.â You donât know what to say anymore and Uraume knows that. âIâm surprised, I didnât take him as someone to talk about such things.â Itâs a slight jab at Sukuna, but itâs the least he owes you, right?Â
âHe doesnât.â Uraume moves around the island, âAlthough, as of yesterday, heâs become much better at it.â Uraume tilts their head at you, narrowing their eyes. âAny idea to why?â You divert your eyes at that implication, shaking your head. âIâm sure youâre aware, but back when he moved out, he moved in with me, I was the friend who took him in.âÂ
That makes you gasp, âYouâre⊠So, you two lived together duringââÂ
âYes.â Uraume looks down, âYesterday, Iâve never seen him so⊠vulnerable. Itâs endearing, as his friend, but very odd to witness.â They hesitate to say, âItâs almost as if Iâm reliving my youth. Dealing with Sukuna back when he was a teen and first moved in with me.âÂ
You feel your chest flutter, âWait, you meanâŠ?â You play with the end of your shirt, your face slowly heating up. âHeâs also hurt by what happened?... He cares about what happened?â Uraume can sense your flattery, itâs as easy to read as a childrenâs book.Â
Uraume turns away from you, chin resting on the palm of your hand. âI didnât say that, but if thatâs how you take it.â They reply emotionlessly, not bothering to look at you.Â
Youâre trying to hide a smile, but are miserably failing. Which makes you turn away from them altogether, âCan you tell me⊠what he said?â Your fingers are toying with each other.Â
âNo.â They push themselves away from the chair, moving towards the ingredients on the table. âAre you going to help me with these cookies?â They pass you an expecting look, a bit hurriedly too.Â
You move after them, softly saying âI canât cook.â Youâre a bit embarrassed by that confession, even though youâve said it close to a million times now.Â
Uraume softly sighs, letting their head fall in a tilt, âI donât think that matters, Suââ Uraume pauses for a moment, before awkwardly adding, âItâs cookies.â They grab some bowls from the cabinets, placing them on the table lightly. âYou canât mess up cookies.âÂ
You rub your arm, âYouâd be surprised.â You open the drawers and pull out some mixing supplies, along with falling to the floor cabinets to pull out the electric mixer. You didnât think there was one, but checked just in case, which thank god you did.Â
Uraume doesnât respond, just grabs the sticks of butter and uses a butter knife to cut them into chunks. You take this time to ask more questions, âSukuna likes your cooking?â You tilt your head to the side, âBut, needs things to be perfect?âÂ
Uraume nods, âYes.âÂ
âHow did he know your cooking was perfect?â You grab some paper towels and place them on the counter, allowing Uraume to place the blocks of butter on them.Â
âHe didnât, and it wasnât.â Uraume almost smiles to themself, recalling back to those times. âAnd he wouldnât eat anything I made for quite some time. Sometimes he would starve himself, which I forced him to eat before he died in my house.âÂ
You laugh, and Uraume adds, âCould you imagine that? Cleaning a dead body?â They shiver, âThe absolute time and mess it would be, the smell?...â They wrinkle their nose, before relaxing, âIs what I would say about anyone else, but itâs Sukuna.âÂ
You lean on the counter, a bit of dread filling your stomach. âYou⊠like Sukuna?âÂ
âI love Sukuna, more than myself, actually.â That makes your stomach drop, twisting into something gross and unnerving. Uraume shakes their head, âNot like your type of love, mine is more⊠admiration, if anything.âÂ
âOh?â You tilt your head to the side, âYou admire Sukuna.âÂ
âOf course.â Uraume went through something similar to him, but was much more⊠crushed by the situation. Sukuna handled it far better than they did, which was admirable to Uraume. They hesitate, but add a small, âSukuna admires youâŠâÂ
âReally?...â You turn away, cheeks burning, and heart racing. However, you donât dwindle on it for too long, youâre quick to change the discussion. âSo, how did Sukuna grow to like your cooking?â You tap your finger against the table, the action creating a small noise of which Uraume absolutely despises.Â
âHe had no money, nor anything to eat.â They toss some of the butter cubes into the bowel, passing you an empty one and silently ushering you to do the same. âYet, that didnât stop him. Like I said, he almost starved. But, I cared enough to force him to eat.âÂ
You nod, mimicking their actions and placing the butter in your bowl. âSo, you learned how to cook for him?â You push your bowl in their direction.Â
Uraume grabs some sugar, pouring some into their bowl, and pouring an equal amount into yours, âYes. I learned exactly how to cook for Sukunaâs taste.â They sigh a bit, âIt was difficult the first few tries, good food would go to waste, but I managed to get it âperfectâ soon enough.âÂ
âHow did you make it, âperfect?â Sounds a bit impossible.âÂ
Uraume adds brown sugar to both the bowls, eyeing the amount. âI donât know.â Uraume passes you a whisk, mixing their batch which entitled you to do the same. âOne day, after his constant comments on how to make the food, I served it to him, and he ate it.âÂ
You struggle a bit to mix the ingredients, before finding a rhythm that is good for you. âHm. Sounds like Sukuna.â You smile a bit, but immediately hide it, âHeâs bi-polar as hell.âÂ
Uraume quickly breathes out of their nose, âSure.â They tap their whisk on the side of the bowl, their free hand spinning the container while expertly twisting their hand and mixing the batter, âAlthough, I have a suspicion it wasnât the food that wasâŠânot perfect.ââÂ
âWhat does that mean?â You glance at both your bowls, and notice yours doesnât look as nice as Uraumeâs. You start mixing with a bit more purpose. Uraume doesnât respond, just taps their whisk on the edge, then takes yours to do the same.Â
âDoes he feel bad?â You ask, watching them mix your bowl.Â
Uraume pauses, before finally removing the whisk, tapping the edge of the bowl and placing the whisk to the side. âYouâll see.â They add an egg along with vanilla extract in both bowls, handing you the items again.Â
You smile a bit, you know you should feel bad, Uraume is silently telling you that he is hurt over the situation, but that makes you a bit happy. Knowing that heâs in pain, just like you, maybe even crying, makes you happy. Because, it means one thing. Sukuna does care for you.Â
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You cringe, eyeing your burnt cookies, and Uraumeâs perfect ones. You grab one of your cookies, tapping it on the pan, itâs solid. You drop the cookie, âI told you I was bad at cooking.â You pout slightly.Â
âLike I said before, I donât believe it matters.â Uraume grabs one of your cookies, breaking off a piece, and popping it into their mouth. You can hear the loud crunching, before they pause, close their eyes, reach for a paper towel, and silently spit the cookie inside the towel.Â
âIâm sorry.â You say, but smile ever so slightly, you find the situation a bit amusing. âI swear, only I would be able to find a way to ruin cookies.â You pick up the remaining piece, popping it in your mouth, only to split it back out into your hand. Wow, those are horrible.
Uraume nods, tossing the paper towel out, âItâs just a matter of practice.â They sigh, looking at the two trays, âI suppose we can toss them out and say you made mine.â They put their hand to their chin in thought.Â
âNo! Why would we do that!â You take one of Uraumeâs cookies, âYouâre being ridiculous. Here, let me justââ Your heart stops when your head the garage door opens, Sukunaâs engine revving. You feel an indescribable worry shot through your body, forcing yourself to freeze.Â
Uraumeâs leaning on the island counter, chin resting on their palm while theyâre looking at you. âToo late, it seems that Sukunaâs home already.â Theyâre watching you so intently, youâre a bit unnerved by it, are theyâŠ? Are they waiting to see whatâs going to happen?
âCookies?â Sukuna asks, closing the door behind him.Â
You jump, turning back to look at him. Sukunaâs eyes are already on you, and unlike normal, heâs looking directly at your eyes. His hands twitch as his sides, unsure of what to do. Youâre looking at his eyes too, they look familiar. They look like yours.
Sukuna raises his hand, and weakly waves.Â
You mimic him, passing him a weak smile. âHi.âÂ
âShe made cookies for you.â Uraume cocks their head to the side, gesturing at the two trays. âShe left the first batch in for two long, and insists on making a second batch for you.â They pull the headband off their head, letting their hair fall in their face.Â
You blink at this, turning over your shoulder to say, âNo, thatâs a lie, Uraume made one batch, I made the other.â You canât look at Sukuna, you only mumble with a flushed face, âI messed up my batch⊠for you.âÂ
Sukuna finally tears his gaze away from you, looking at the trays. âYou made them for me?â He takes a few steps forward, standing in front of the two trays. He makes a face at your burnt cookies.Â
You feel even more embarrassed now that heâs blatantly looking, âU-Uraume made some for you, too.â You stutter, playing with the ends of your sweatshirt. You feel Uraume standing next to you, their arm touching yours.Â
âIt was all her idea.â They immediately press their hand to your mouth, not allowing you to add to their statement. Going so far to shoot you a nasty glare when you turn to look at them. Thatâs when you feel something click into place, Uraumeâs helping you right now.
Uraume is here for Sukuna.Â
You canât help but wonder, did Sukuna send Uraume to check up on you? See how youâre doing and if youâre okay? Is that why they texted him to finally come to the house? You feel so many questions flooding your mind, but your mind is stuck on the implications.Â
Sukuna sent Uraume to check up on you for him. Uraume is here for Sukuna. They're here in place for Sukuna.
âWhich oneâs did you make?â Sukuna asks you, finally glancing over his shoulder. By this time, Uraume already pulled their hand away from you, acting as if nothing had happened.Â
âUh,â You point at the tray with the burnt cookies, âThe ones that are rocks.â You move to grab them, âHere, let me just toss them out, I know no one is going to eat them.â You reach for the tray, but Sukuna grabs your wrist, shaking his head.Â
Sukuna grabs one of your cookies, and pops it into his mouth. You cringe when you can hear the harsh chewing, and you instinctively reach for a paper towel, but Sukuna doesnât give any indication of the taste. He just closes his eyes.Â
Heâs eating your cookie? Heâs eating your burnt cookie that is sitting next to Uraumeâs perfect ones. The picky Sukuna, is eating one of your fucked up cookies⊠and why? You softly pull away from his grasp, âYouâre eating itâŠ?â Sukuna swallows, and it makes your cringe. âYou didnât have to doââÂ
âYouâre cooking isâŠâ Sukuna places his hand over his mouth, turning away from you. âYou really do need to work on it.â His voice sounds shaky, uneven, and a bit mocking. âDid you even try?â Is he laughing at you?
âI canât believe you ate that.â Youâre burning up, turning away from him. âAnd, of course I did, I just⊠messed up.â You cross your arms over your chest, âAnd, itâsâitâs the thought that countsâŠâÂ
âDumb girl.â Sukuna replies with a small amount of amusement.Â
You look at him for a second, mumbling, âWhyâWhy did you eat them? Theyâre obviously not⊠perfect.âÂ
Sukuna raises one of his eyebrows, pinching your cheek. âYou made them for me, itâd be rude not to.â He wrinkles his nose, shaking his head slightly, âEven if theyâre shit.â
Uraume smiles slightly, grabbing their things. âItâs getting late, I suppose itâs time for me to leave.â They turn for the door.Â
Sukuna looks at Uraume, he places his hand on the back of his neck. âThanks.â He waves, âIâll see you around.âÂ
They smile to themself, âAnything for âMasterâ Sukuna.â Yet, right before they leave the house, they point at Sukuna, âI donât want to see you acting weird anymore.â They point at you next, âYou, learn to like better people.âÂ
âWhat?! W-What does that⊠mean?â Uraume passes you a knowing look, which makes you flush. You place your hands on your hips, pretending to roll your eyes as you look to the side. âBye, Uraume. See you later.âÂ
Sukuna nods in agreement, âOf course, Iâll see you.â Uraume waves, finally leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen. Itâs silent, but not like the silence when the two of you argued, it seems more comfortable and somber.Â
Youâre about to say something, when your phone rings, making both of you jump. You laugh slightly, âSorry.â You pull it from your pocket, checking the called ID. You feel a small spike of dread when you see your momâs name, did something happen? âWait, let me get this.âÂ
Sukuna just nods, instinctively grabbing for another one of your cookies, but quickly pulls his hand back. It makes you hide a giggle before answering. You place your phone on the counter, seeing her face fill your screen. You pass her a small wave.Â
She waves back, âHi.â She pulls something on the screen, and you recognize it as your driving license. âYou left something, I forgot to tell you yesterday.â She looks at the card, nodding her head, âYou are so cute in this.â
You let out a sigh of relief, nodding your head, âOh, I didnât even know.â It wasnât like youâre actively driving, so keeping it on you at all times wasnât entirely necessary. It was just used as a form of identification. âIâm sure I can pick it up during the holidays.â Your mom nods, and in the corner of your eye you can see Sukuna looking over your shoulder.Â
Oh no.
âWho is that?â Sheâs trying to look over your shoulder, despite being on a call. âOh myâis that your boyfriend? Heâs so hot!â Sheâs signing a bit more frantically, sheâs excited. âWhy didnât you tell me about it? You are so lucky, baby, I wish your fatherââ
âMom!â You say, covering your face. âCan you not, heâs just my roommate.â You bring your hands down, and silently tell her, âFor now, just wait.âÂ
If your mom could, you know she would be smiling like an idiot. Sheâs always been one for listening to your stupid drama or about boys, youâre sure itâs no different even in your adulthood. âI knew it, I have a sense for these things.â She nods, âYou have good taste, although, he looks like anââÂ
âAsshole.â You nod, âIâll talk to you later mom. Iâll see you during break.â She nods and ends the call, prompting you to let out a relieved sigh.
Sukuna stand next to you, one of Uraumeâs cookies in hand, âMom?âÂ
You nod, turning your head to look at him, âYeah.â You snatch the cookie from his hand, taking a bite and handing it back to him.Â
Sukunaâs eye twitches at your actions, âFuckinâ disgusting.â He scowls at the cookie.Â
You hide a giggle, âI accidentally left my drivers license.âÂ
âYou couldâve grabbed another fuckinâ cookie.âÂ
âYouâre still on the cookie?!â You give him an aspirated look.Â
âJust tell me what she said.â He waves you off, âIâm over the cookie now.â
You laugh abruptly, âAr-Are you?â He rolls his eyes and nods in acknowledgement, you quickly add, âShe thought you were my boyfriend.â Youâre tempted to take another bite of his cookie to mess with him.Â
Sukuna looks at the bitten cookie, passes it a scowl, then pops the rest into his mouth, chewing while asking you, âWhatâd you say to that shit?âÂ
You turn on your heel, walking towards your room, âYouâre the worst person ever, and Iâd rather date Yuuji than you.â You have a smug smile on your face, fluttering you lashes innocently at him. âWhat else would there be to say?âÂ
Sukuna scowls at you, âYouâre such a fuckinâ liar.â He wants to follow after you, but keeps in his spot. âYou know you loveââ He stops himself from finishing his sentence, he probably shouldnât mess with you too much right now. Especially saying something of that nature.Â
You wave him off, opening your door. âYouâre so full of yourself. I will never like you.âÂ
Sukuna half smiles, something you canât decipher hiding behind it, but it becomes more real once he sees you smiling back at him. âPromise?â He tilts his head to the side.Â
You stop at the door, leaning on the frame while looking at him, âDo you promise?â Thereâs a small smile on your lips, your eyes full of curiosity, but itâs tainted with a bit of pain. Like youâre looking for something in his answer.Â
Sukuna pushes his hair back, giving you a boyish look, âDo you⊠want me to?â
You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to stop your smile from building as you look to the side. You pass him a final smile, before silently entering your room and closing the door behind you. Sukuna cups his face, shaking his head into his hand.Â
He hates that heâs smiling right now.Â
 ïœĄïŸâ: * November 30th, 2023 ✠.* :âïŸ.
Thursday
Yuuji picks up his controller remote, which is coincidentally pink, and clicks the icon for YouTube. âI usually do this with Fusiguro or Nobara, but theyâre out of commission today.â He leans on your legs, his head falling back on your knees, âStudying or somethingâŠâÂ
You run your fingers through his hair, âI mean, finals are coming up, Yuuji.â You grab another butterfly hair clip, clipping it to his hair to hold his bangs back. âIâve been starting to study, too.â
Yuuji groans, closing eyes and moaning, âI donât want to study.â He lets his head fall to the side, which you quickly grab and pull it back on your knees, adding more hair clips. âI donât even want to take a final, why canât break just⊠come.â
âDonât whine, Yuuji, youâre a smart boy.â You take one of your under eye patches, and place it in its designated space. âI promise you, itâll go by so quick, you wonât even process it.â You nod, âThere, that should feel refreshing for your skin.âÂ
Yuuji nods, propping his head back up and searching for something on the search bar. âIt feels good.â He clicks something, mindlessly telling you, âWe should do this more often, I like doing girly things.âÂ
You giggle, twisting your hair up and pulling it out of your place. âWe can totally do that.â You place another pair of eye patches underneath your eyes, and tap them in place. âAlthough, Iâm moving out after finals, so you may have to hurry.â Â
Yuuji gawks at this, twisting his head so fast, you think heâs going to break it. âWhat?! Youâre still moving out?â He sighs, shaking his head, âIs it Sukuna?â He throws a dirty look in a general area.Â
You laugh, âNo, itâs not Sukuna, Yuuji.â You pat his head, âAlthough the thought is thoroughly appreciated.â You watch as he plays the half time of a super bowl game, one featuring Shakira and Jlo. Of course.Â
âOh, are you two still mad at each other?â Yuuji leans his head back, allowing you to put some star pimple patches on some designated areas. âOr, did you two make up?âÂ
âMad at each other? No.â You close the small container which you keep your pimples patches in, before looking to the side and thinking. âMe mad at him? Well.. I havenât completely forgiven him. But, Iâm not as mad anymore.â You smile a bit, thinking about Uraume, and what they did to calm a bit of tension between the two of you. âBut, I feel like that doesnât answer your question.â
Yuuji looks at you with determination, shaking his head. âStay here. If it is Sukuna, I can kick him out.â He grabs your hands, giving you a curt nod. âMhm!â You just laugh, hand pressing against his head to push him away from you.Â
âYouâre being ridiculous, Yuuji.â You tap his forehead.Â
âI pay for the house, Yuuji. Please, throw me out, see what happens.â Sukuna snarkily adds from behind the two of you. âMaybe ask our old man for a job while youâre at it. Get you to stop leeching off me.â He grumbles.Â
Yuuji flops back into your legs, groaning out dramatically while you giggle. âBut I donât want to workâŠâ The super bowl music starts, and Yuuji springs out of your lap, raising in his arms as he dances in his spot.Â
You laugh again, looking at Sukuna and passing him a quick shrug.Â
Yuuji is already up again, the system remote in hand and singing Shakira opening half. Moving his hips, and smiling like an idiot. Still, you got to give it to him, heâs actually really good at dancing. A part of you thinks Shakira shouldâve had Yuuji as one of her backup dancers.Â
Yuuji looks at his brother, passing him an unsure smile, before saying your name. You snap your attention to him, âHey, can you do all this to him, too?â He gestures to his face, âIf you couldnât tell, his skin is literally crying for help.âÂ
Sukunaâs eye twitches, âIf you didnât know, I actually take care of my skin.â He moves to stand over Yuuji. He crosses his arms over his shoulder, smirking to himself while adding, âProbably better than you wash your ass.âÂ
âHey!â Yuuji yells, pointing an accusing finger at Sukuna, âI wash my face with a soap bar.â He narrows his eyes, âAnd my ass, too.â He turns back to the TV, wiggling his shoulders to the beat.Â
Sukuna rolls his eyes, âWe can totally tell.âÂ
Yuuji pauses his dancing for a moment, pointing at you. âDo a face mask on him so he has to shut up.â He turns back to the TV and dances like nothing happened, completely changing up his attitude the moment Jlo appears on the screen.Â
Sukuna drops down next to you, making you bounce ever so slight from the weight distribution. He closes his eyes, leaning his head back, âAlright, let's get this shit over with.â He taps your thigh.Â
You raise an eyebrow, âWait, you actually want me to do this?â You push his hand away from you, âI thought this type of stuff would be too girly for you, or something?â Besides, youâre not too keen on touching him right now, youâre not completely healed from the argument between you two. Better than before, but not completely over it.Â
You wonder if Sukuna is over it, he did seem relatively upset over what you did. Even if you have no clue what you did. He seems over it, then again, you can never know with Sukuna. Yet, a part of you wishes you do.Â
âJust do the shit before I leave.â Sukuna tells you, eyes still closed and his body relaxed on the couch. If you know Sukuna well enough, youâre sure that means he wants to do this, just wonât admit it.Â
You can help, but subtly smile. âThen ask politely.â You point at Yuujiâs dancing body, âYour younger brother had no problem doing that.â Yuuji didnât ask, you forced it on him, but Sukuna doesnât need to know that. âArenât you supposed to be setting an example?âÂ
Sukunaâs eyebrow twitches with frustration, but he remains silent. Which you think is much better then hurling more insults at you, so you take it as him asking politely. âWhatever.â You grab a pink headband, and place it on his forehead, sliding his hair behind it. You pick a few of his baby hairs and clip them with your hair clips. âYou know, I saw you before all this, just mixed you up with Yuuji.âÂ
âReally?â Sukuna asks, not bothering to open his eyes.Â
âYeah.â You grab a moisturizer, placing it on the tips of your fingers before spreading it to the other hand and placing it on his skin. âI was with Maki when I first saw you.â You laugh to yourself, âShe said you were spoiled.â In nice terms, âThen, I met Yuuji, and complimented his hair, since it was the only thing that stood out to me.â You pull your fingers away, âLooks like Yuuji stole the only compliment I would ever give you.âÂ
âOh, how absolutely kind of you.â Sukuna pauses for a moment, recalling the conversation youâre referencing. âWait, thatâs why you said I didnât work to get here?â He huffs a small bit.
âI was hoping you forgot.â You whisper, gathering more eyepatches to place on Sukuna.Â
âI have a good memory.â Sukuna tells you, finally opening his eyes to look at you, âIâm sure you know that, at least.â You donât respond, just peel open the product and place them under his eyes. âJust so you know, I pay for my and Yuujiâs education. I work for our grandpa.âÂ
That surprises you a bit, âThatâs kind of you.â You feel that's a common thing you tell Sukuna mindlessly. You place the final eyepatch, swiping your fingers over both to make sure they stick. âI donât think Iâve ever seen you leave for work.â You open a face mask, spreading it open to make it easier to fit over his face.Â
âYeah, youâre just really forgetful.â You glare at him, which clearly assumes him. âItâs nothinâ I need to leave the house for, purely mental work.â He smiles to himself, flicking your forehead. âStuff your little brain wouldnât be able to wrap around.â He mocks you.
You feel your eye twitch, you slap the face mask over his face. You laugh when he flinches, his eyes shutting from the intrusion. âUh-huh. Yeah, my stupid girl brain wouldn't be able to wrap around your big man, alpha job.âÂ
Sukuna shakes his head, trying to hide his smile, âYouâre so fuckinâ dumb.âÂ
You spread the mask over his face, âYeah, yeah.â You tap his cheek, removing the small air bubble caught between his skin and the mask. âOkay, there.â You grab the package and check the instructions, âSays to leave on the skin for fifteen minutes.âÂ
Sukuna sits up, about to speak when you cut him off, âAh, nope! It means no talking for fifteen minutes.â You tap his shoulder a few times, a cheeky smile building on your lips. âYou donât want to get wrinkles, right?â You push yourself off the couch, tapping Yuujiâs shoulder to show him your masterpiece.Â
When Yuuji turns to look at Sukuna, his jaw drops, âHoly shit, I didnât think heâd actually let you do it.â He smiles at his brother, hand holding onto each other while singing, âHeâs such a cutie, maybe heâll let you do his makeup, too.âÂ
âBoth of you come any closer to me, and I will kill you.â Sukuna says with a scowl, pulling up his phone to scroll through it. âEspecially, you, Yuuji.â
Yuuji wraps his arms around your shoulder, whispering, âHear that, heâs got a soft spot for you.â He wiggles his shoulder, singing in your ear, âMaybe, he likes you.â
A pillow comes right between the two of you, but hits directly on Yuujiâs head, making him fall to the floor on his knees. Sukuna cockily laughing behind him, âThatâs what you get for whisperinâ like little fuckinâ girlies.âÂ
Yuuji just collapses into himself, âWhy⊠Why does this always happen to meâŠ?â He reaches a tantalizing hand for you, shaking while he mumbles, âAn.. an angel. An angel has come for meâŠâÂ
You giggle, naturally reaching back for him, but Sukuna places his body between you and Yuuji, smirking while he slaps his hand down. âYeah, thatâs one hell of a way to put it.â He picks up the pillow again, only to throw it back at Yuujiâs face.Â
Yuujiâs reaching for you, again, but your attention is preoccupied by picking a new video to watch. Which⊠Sukuna feels a small pride in. Youâre not paying attention to Yuuji, then again, youâre not paying attention to him, but itâs better than you hanging off his brother in front of him.Â
Selfishly.Â
Sukuna swears when Yuujiâs hands dramatically falls to the floor, he can hear Yuuji whisper, âTraitorâŠâ Of which falls on deaf ears, clear by the way you're humming to yourself and clicking onto a video.Â
âHere, I picked a Selena video.â You say with a smile, placing the remote down. âItâs the intro to her performance at the Astrodome.â You already smile when you see her waving to the crowd.Â
Yuuji gains an inhuman amount of strength to push the pillow and Sukuna off him, joining your side and chanting Selenaâs name. Youâre quick to grab your hair brush, using it as a mic to sing along with Selenaâs singing while Yuuji messily follows her dancing on the screen.Â
Sukuna merely sits on his heels, looking at the both of you idiots with a dumbfounded look. Youâre idiots, you two are actual idiots, maybe even mental. Still, Sukuna is⊠smiling. A fond look on his face watching the two of you enjoy yourselves.Â
More specifically you. Youâre hair tied back with a similar fuzzy head band, although yours is decorated with small cat ears and the color white. Some matching colorful clips holding back your baby hairs, and your face adorned with star pimple patches and eye masks.
Youâre so weird, he thinks to himself. Itâs nice to look at.
Even when you turn to look at him, passing him a face that can only be read as, âStop looking at me, weirdo.â Sukuna still admires you, passing you an expression youâve never seen before. It makes your chest flutter a bit.Â
âYou look dumb.â Sukuna tells you with a smile, laughing when you push his shoulder making him fall off his heels.
âOh please, have you looked in the mirror?â You say between lyrics, passing him a smug smile as you say, âIâm sure your blonde girlfriend would be on her knees if she saw you right now.â You laugh to yourself, spinning alongside Yuuji.Â
Sukuna rolls his eyes, grabbing your wrist and pulling you down with him, âForget about her.â He tells you, enjoying the way you perfectly fall into his chest, an adorable glare staring at him, âI know I have.âÂ
You naturally place your hands on the floor, pushing yourself off his chest. âI havenât.â Your words are directed at something else, and Sukuna knows that. Still, you donât stand up just yet, you keep your gaze concentrated on him.Â
Sukuna looks to the side for a moment, âIâm aware.âÂ
âI have such a thing for asses.â Yuuji says from behind the two of you, making you turn your head over your shoulder to give him a questionable look. Only to see heâs giving you a mirroring look, âWoah, I literally had my back to you for five seconds, what is happening?â He covers his face, âI feel like Iâm interrupting.â
âIâm trying to kill your brother.âÂ
âOh.â Yuuji slowly nods to himself, âFair.âÂ
You look at the pillow, then point at it, âPass me that so I can suffocate him.â Yet, Yuujiâs quick by your side, placing the pillow over Sukunaâs face with a laugh. âOr, you can do that, too.â You place your weight on Sukuna, keeping him in place.Â
âWe got him!â Yuuji yells, looking back and forth around the room. âSomeone call animal control!â You giggle, only for both of you to be pushed back, practically sliding across the room as Sukuna sits back up. Yuuji fakes worry, âHeâs loose!â
You and Yuuji start laughing again, finding humor in how dumb that line was, while sitting on the ground. Before both you take a moment to stare at Sukuna. You point at him, âSu-Sukuna, your faceâŠâ You cup your mouth, trying not to laugh, â..Whereâd your face mask go?âÂ
Yuuji makes a confused face, before lifting the pillow heâs still holding onto. Displaying Sukuanâs face mask perfectly intact and sticking to the cushion. You and Yuuji fall to the floor, laughing hysterically.Â
Sukuna turns away from the two of you, his hand placed on his lips. âI-Idiots.âÂ
Yuuji then proceeds to pick himself up with the pillow, raising it in the air and recreating his best ghost impression while violently sprinting after you. âBoo!â You awkwardly get up, your feet sliding on the wooden floor as you run away from him with a fake cry.Â
Sukuna just⊠watches as this unfolds in front of him.Â
And at some point, he swears there is actual terror on your face while youâre running away from Yuuji. Practically, slipping on everything everytime you take a quick corner or round the dining room table. Yujiâs quick on your tail with another scary yell, which tears a real scared scream from you.Â
You pass Sukuna a quick look, hiding behind the dinner table. And despite your terror, youâre smiling, clearly enjoying yourself, as you scream, âHelp me!â Then, quickly run behind him, hands pressing into his back, âIâm calling for backup, someone get the ghostbusters in here!âÂ
Sukuna, does something that shocks you both, he laughs. His hand lifts to his eyes while he shakes his head, âYouâre so stupid.â Yuuji takes this as an invitation to continue, this time giving his attention to his brother. Only for it to seriously fail and receive a bodyslam into the couch, the pillow long gone.Â
Your jaw drops, watchingâalmost in slow motionâas Yuuji drops, presumably, dead in his spot. His hand dramatically falling limp by his head, his head falling to the side with it. He mumbles, âBrotherâŠ?â He blinks, his other hand touching his face, âIs this heaven?âÂ
âItâs hell.â You quickly perk in, sitting by his head, âI hope you had fun Yuuji, because itâs nothing but suffering and fire from here on out.â You laugh to yourself, pulling his head into your lap. âI swear, youâre always dying on me, Yuuji. Itâs like youâre trying to escape from me.âÂ
Yuuji covers his face with his forearm, âYouâve finally figured me outâŠâÂ
You slap his arm, Sukuna sitting on his legs, which you have to think is painful, but Yuuji doesnât flinch. âRude.â You mumble, pulling his arm off his face, âWhat were you saying?â You silently scold Sukuna for sitting on his brother's legs, but he doesnât move.Â
Yuujiâs eyebrows furrow, him looking to the side in thought. âWhat was I saying?â his eyes land on the screen, watching as Selena finishes her final song to the intro of her performance. âOh!â He sits up, âAsses.â He says with full confidence.Â
You tilt your head to the side, passing Sukuna an unprepared look, before repeating his words with uncertainty, âAsses?â Thereâs a small laugh hidden behind your words.Â
âAsses.â Yuuji asserts, âI have a thing for asses.âÂ
You nod your head, eyes wide, âWow. Thatâs⊠amazing, Yuuji.â You give him a forced smile, as if he were a toddler passing you a horribly drawn drawing, âI didnât need to know that.â You stand up, almost pushing Yuuji off the couch as you do so.Â
Yuuji throws finger guns at you, clicking his tongue, âWell, now you do.â He falls back down, taking your place on the couch. Yuuji passes you, what he thinks is a charming smile, but looks more scary if anything. âBy the way, you have an amazingââÂ
Sukuna hits the back of Yuujiâs head, âLearn to shut your fuckinâ mouth, Yuu.â
Yuu? Is that a nickname Sukuna calls Yuuji? Youâve never heard it before. You put your hand out, âWait, Sukuna, let the boy speak.â You shrug, turning your attention back to the screen, âHe may say something that I want to hear.â You scroll through the related videos, and try to pick another song to listen to.Â
Yuuji passes Sukuna a smug smile, âYeah, Sukuna.âÂ
Sukuna just rolls his eyes. You give up on finding a video, and place the controller in Sukunaâs hands, silently telling him to pick something. Then, you sit on the ground next to the coffee table, since both boys are taking up the couch.Â
Yuuji pulls his legs from under his brother and stretches them, pulling out his phone in the meantime. Yuuji calls your name, âAre you free the whole next week?â You just give a halfhearted shrug. âWell, if you are, Nobara and Megumi are planning on meeting up in the library for the whole week, to study. They just texted me about it.âÂ
You watch as Sukuna begins searching for a song to listen to. âOh, that actually sounds really nice, Iâd totally beââ You pause, thinking for a moment, âWait, I canât on Monday and Wednesdays, I have my club.â You groan at that thought.Â
Yuuji tilts his head to the side, âWait, I thought you liked going to your club?âÂ
You turn to look at him over your shoulder, âNo, I do. Believe me, I do.â You sigh, âBut, I have to go to every club meeting since no one wants to cover for me. Itâs honestly so exhausting. Like, you donât even have to do much, you just have to check roll-call, yet no one seems to want to take on the small work load. âAnd with finals coming up, I really need a break.âÂ
Yuuji hums, pouting ever so slightly, âSorry to hear that, if you want, I can take your spot.âÂ
You laugh, shaking your head while turning back to the TV, only to see a video playing. âI feel it coming.â By, The Weekend. You hum to yourself, already nodding your head to the beat. You smile to yourself, âTell me what you really like.âÂ
Yuuji nods with you, skipping a few lines before adding, âJust take it step by step.â He pushes himself off the couch, crawling next to you, âYouâve been scared of love, and what it did to you.â He bumps into your shoulder, making you nod in sync with him.
âI feelinâ coming, babe.â You sing, this time snapping your fingers to the beat, your shoulder rolling together. The two of you enjoy the rest of the song while humming parts, eyes engrossed in the music video. Until you turn over your shoulder to look at Sukuna.Â
You feel a bit⊠shocked by what you see.Â
Sukunaâs nodding along, his eyes already on you while singing along, and now that youâre looking at him, it feels like you can hear him singing, âYouâve been scared of love, and what it did to you.â It sounds a bit odd, knowing how deep his voice is, but at the same time itâs domestic. A bit intimate to you, never in your life would you think that one day you would see Sukuna singing along to a weekend song.Â
You pass him a ridiculous smile at him, nodding your head a bit more dramatically, âYou donât have to run, I know what youâve been through.â You place your hand over your heart, which gives Sukuna some form of encouragement.Â
He places his hand on his chest, âJust a simple touch, and it can set you free.âÂ
âWe donât have to rush when youâre alone with me.â You mouth back, swaying your shoulders slightly.Â
Yuuji leans back, shooting his hands in the air while loudly singing, âI feel it coming,â Which inclines everyone to sing the final lines together with a laugh.
It may seem ridiculous, singing along to a weekend song with Sukuna, but⊠it feels real.Â
Sukuna feels real.Â
â
You stretch your arms over your head, letting out a long yawn. âI think Iâm clocking in for the night.â You push yourself off the ground, accidentally making Yuuji fall to the floor. Shit, you didnât know he was sleeping on you.Â
Yuuji shoots up, âIâm up! Iâm up!â He blinks hard, looking around a bit confused, âUh, save your tears for another day?...â He lets his head fall back onto the floor, almost as if he had passed out again. This time, without you to cushion his fall. Â
You laugh, rolling your eyes, âGoodnight, Yuuji.â You pat his head, which gains you a small smile from him.Â
Yuuji pats your hand back, âNight, night.â He curls into himself, much like a puppy.Â
A small huff leaves your lips, before you make your way to your room. Sukuna passes you a quick glance, which you return with a curt wave. âSee you in the morning, Sukuna.âÂ
Yet, when you go to open your door, a hand grabs yours. You donât even need to look at him to know who it is, you turn over your shoulder, the name leaving your mouth like sticky honey, âSukuna?â Yet, your eyes arenât on his face, they're stuck on your hand.Â
Heâs holding your hand.
Albeit, he is holding it a bit awkwardly, but heâs holding you. Last time you were in a similar situation he was holding your wrist, now heâs holding your hand. A small difference, but it holds more meaning than you can ever imagine. Youâve never noticed before, most likely because youâve never taken the time to mentally note, but Sukunaâs had it much larger than yours. It holds your whole hand whole, it's warm and calloused. Itâs comforting.
Itâs far more intimate now.
âYou're rude.â He tells you, but for once, thereâs no malice in his voice. Itâs more calm and playful, shockingly. âI see you clearly have a favorite brother, pretty girl.âÂ
You raise your eyebrow at him, slowly pulling your hand away to cross it over your chest. âWhat? Is it that I didnât wish you a good slumber?â You smile while he glares at you, you tilt your head to the side ever so slightly, âYouâre oddly sassy today?âÂ
Wait, did he just call you pretty girl? âWait, what did you call me?â You blink dumbly.Â
âI didnât say anything.â Sukuna says, before adding, âBesides, youâre always fuckinâ annoying, but you donât see me bitching at you âbout it.â You raise an eyebrow, which is more than enough said. âOkay, fine, Iâll give you that.âÂ
You nod satisfied, âThatâs what I thought.â You shake your head, âWait, no, youâre not changing the conversation, what did you call me?âÂ
âDookie stain?â Sukuna says with a satisfied smirk.Â
âOh my god.â You place your hand over your face, âI donât think Iâm ever going to forgive you.â And with that sentence alone, the tone between the two of you snapped into something less light-hearted, and more⊠distant.Â
Thereâs a small silence between you two, and it isnât very comfortable, nor is it uncomfortable. If anything, itâs moreâŠ. The two of you donât know what to say. Should you say something about the argument? Or, should you leave the topic to simmer, then eventually die out? Maybe, find a completely different topic to talk about, despite how much you want to talk about the argument.
You look to the side, biting your bottom lip gently. Sukuna leans on the wall across from you, âYouâre still mad?â Looks like Sukuna can also read your mind.Â
Youâre hesitant to say, âNot as much as before, no.â You hug yourself, âIâm guessing youâre also no longer madâŠ?â You give Sukuna a hopeful look, but it isnât returned.Â
Sukuna doesnât say anything, just softly sighs. âFinals are coming up.â He tells you, and him ignoring your question, is answer enough. Heâs still bothered over what happened. Still, a part of you wonders what you did that got under his skin. That makes you feel a bit worse, the fact that you donât know. Yet, it couldnât have been that bad, right?Â
That thought makes you feel even worse.
You merely nod, not adding to his words. You donât have much strength to do that right now. Maybe, you donât have the strength to have that conversation right now, much rather to your own desires.Â
Sukuna seems unsure, hesitant to say, âI study at home, if the brat isnât bothering you, you should come by.â He cocks his head in the direction of his room. âI already know how annoyinâ he can be.âÂ
You tilt your head to the side, raising an eyebrow. âWait, right now?â You tap your door, âItâs past my bedtime, and Iâm actually really tired.â You tease.Â
Sukuna scoffs at you, âNo, dumbass. Later.â You laugh a bit, knowing that even though you're clearly joking, Sukuna seems to find offense to everything. âBesides, Iâm going to⊠uh, talk to Yuuji right now.â He passed you a look that says a thousand words.Â
You feel your lips part a bit, knowing exactly what Sukuna and Yuujiâs conversation is going to entail. And, as much as you are a bit mad at him, you smile at him. Your eyes glowing in the small light of the hallway, while your eyes shine bright at him, âThat sound⊠amazing.â You nod softly, âIâm glad.â
Sukuna diverts his gaze away from you, not able to hold your gaze. âYeah, whatever.â He crosses his arms over his chest, mimicking your stance. âI swear, you always look at me with that stupid smile. Itâs annoying as hell.âÂ
Youâre still smiling, tilting your head to try and look at his face. âWhat? You hate my smile?â You say, leaning closer to him, âIs that why you canât look at me right now?âÂ
âI canât look at your hideous face.â Sukuna responds.Â
âUh-huh, sure. I completely believe you.â You smile a bit, âIâm sure thatâs why you called me a pretty girl right now. Just because of how hideous I am.â Sukuna doesnât respond, but the twitch in his eyebrow is satisfying enough. âOkay, yeah, we can study later.â You turn on your heel, opening your door, âSince you asked so nicely, Sukuna.â You say animatedly.Â
âDidnât ask for anything.â Sukuna tells you while rolling his eyes, pushing himself off the wall to stand a bit closer to you. âYou might actually be going mental.â He pinches your nose, blocking your airway for a moment.Â
âSure.â Your voice sounds ridiculous. Which makes Sukuna smile a small bit. You wave his hand off, turning to your room. Yet, right before you close your door behind you, you pause to look at him. Your head leaning on the door. Sukuna almost perks up at you, expecting something. Itâs a bit puppy-like in a way. âSay it.â Your eyes are boring into him.Â
âSay what?â Sukuna mumbles back, passing you a disinterested sigh. You just give him an expecting look, similar to the one he was giving you not even a few seconds ago. He loudlyâand obnoxiouslyâsighs, âGood fuckinâ night, loser.â
You burst into laughter at his insult, which doesnât at all feel insulting, but more humorous. âBye, Sukuna.â You watch as he makes his way back to the living room, but you call his name again, just to mess with him. ââKuna?âÂ
Sukunaâvisiblyâsighs, his shoulder slowly raising, then lowering, before slowly turning his head over his shoulder to look at you. âWhat do you want now, idiot?â Heâs glaring at you, but itâs still entirely humorous in your head.Â
âGoodâŠâ You watch as he eyes perk a bit, and you laugh a bit, you canât help it, really. âGood luck removing those eye masks, they stain the skin.âÂ
âFuck you.â He flips you off.Â
 ïœĄïŸâ: * December 1st, 2023 ✠.* :âïŸ.
Friday
âItâs done!â You squeal, throwing your hand in the air with enthusiasm. Only for you to collapse onto your computer, âOh my god, Iâm done.â Your eyes close, rubbing your eyelids from the strain of looking at a screen without your glasses. âI hate Gojo, I pray for Gojoâs students next year. This project is literally so invasive.â
Yuuji merely nods, a bit caught up in his thoughts. You canât help but notice Yuuji seems a bit different, more put at ease, and untroubled with himself. A blissful smile on his face, as his eyes blink with a similar tone, he looks happy. But, not in the sense of grinning ear to ear, but in self⊠contentment.Â
You can even see it in the way he holds his body, his shoulders seem lighter, his smile less forced. Itâs almost as if youâre finally getting a glimpse at the real Yuuji, not the one heâs been trying to force into your eye. Heâs still Yuuji, but more⊠real.Â
It makes you feel warm.Â
You can also see the slight puffiness in Yuujiâs eye. Theyâre a bit red, and the corners look a bit irritated, too. You assume their conversation entailed a few tears, but youâre not going to point them out, nor are you going to ask. Youâre sure Nobara will do that for you.
If anything, youâll bother Sukuna about it later. Noticing his eyes are also a bit irritated at the corners, too. Not in front of Yuuji, though, maybe when the two of you study on your own, youâll tease him about it.Â
You bite the inside of your cheek, turning your computer to Yuuji, âWait, can you check it for me? I feel like itâs too personal.â Knowing Gojo, heâd probably love that. âShould I tone it back some more? Or, should I say âfuck it,â and leave it as is?â
Yuuji leans over, eyes skimming the google document. âI think itâs fine, your writing is way better than any papers Iâve done.âÂ
Sukuna reaches over, taking your computer, only for you to snatch it away from him. âAh, you canât see it yet.â Youâre mumbling a bit, your face growing hot, âI still have some comments I need to delete before I turn it in.â Again, you think itâs far too personal for a normal school paper, much less for Sukuna to read.Â
Sukuna doesnât bother to ask, just lets you do whatever. âWeirdo.â
âWe still enjoying our Friday out?â You ask Yuuji, pulling your head up to look at him. âItâs our last glimpse into freedom for a month.âÂ
Yuuji perks at this, âYeah, Nobara should be swinging by with Megumi anytime now.â He closes his computer, looking at Sukuna sitting across from him. âYou sure you donât want to come, Megumi is going to be there.âÂ
âYouâre acting like Megumi is going to suede his decision.â You rest your head on your hand, looking at Yuuji. âWait, unless theyâre secretly dating, and this is your way of coming out to me.â You turn your attention to Sukuna, passing him a smug smirk.Â
âIâll kill you.â Sukuna says, not taking his eyes off his computer.Â
You merely giggle in response, leaning ever so slightly in his direction. âMhm. Keep talking to me like that.âÂ
Yuuji blinks innocently, âI donât know, It might. I think Sukuna likes Megumi.â He narrows his eyes at you, âWait, Iâm changing my answer, sheâs going to be there.â Yuuji points at you.Â
âYouâre acting like that is going to change my answer.â Sukuna rubs his eyes.Â
You shrug, âIt might.âÂ
Yuuji sighs, looking away from you with a red face, âWell, Iâm goingâŠâÂ
That makes both you and Sukuna turn to look at Yuuji, a smile building on your lips, while Sukuna bites the inside of his cheek. âIâllâŠâ He smiles a bit, âI always hated when you pulled that shit on me.â He leans back in his chair, letting out an exasperated breath. âIâll take you out somewhere this weekend, you good with that?â
Yuuji tries to hide it, but he smiles into his hand.Â
You lean close to Yuuji, âHe loves you, Yuuji, isnât that so sweet?â Sukuna throws a pencil at your head, to which you almost tackle him for. You quickly compose yourself, âGood thing you love him, because everyday I fight the urge to take him out in his sleep.â You give Yuuji a small smile, âYouâre keeping me sane, Yuuji.â
âWho knew we actually had that in common?âÂ
âWe love Yuuji, or we want to killââ
âNobaraâs here.â Yuuji stands up, closing his computer and placing it in the middle of the table, which you allow your device to join next to. He laughs to himself, tucking his phone into his pocket, âShe also said, Megumi bought drinks, but I think thatâs a lie.âÂ
âLet me grab my shoes.â You push yourself back from the table, grabbing your converse and twisting your feet into them. Tapping them on the ground once you stand back up, satisfied with how they look.Â
Yuujiâs already by your side, draping a blue jean jacket over his red hoodie. âWeâll be back around ten, I donât think weâre going to do anything crazy.â He tells Sukuna, looking over his shoulder to see his brother standing behind him.Â
âI donât care what you do.â Sukuna says dismissively, âJust donât wake me up when you get home.â His hands are in the pockets of his sweats.Â
Yuuji nods at Sukuna, pulling your hand quickly to the car. âSee you tomorrow.â Sukuna returns the gesture with a small wave, almost laughing when Yuuji pushes you into the car awkwardly. A small yelp resigns in his ears as he shuts the door again.Â
Sukuna softly nods to himself, making way back to the table, grabbing his computer from the center. He doesnât know why he put his device in the pile when he was going to return not even a moment later, but what was done, was done.
âTo finish that stupid assignment for Getoâs classââ Sukuna pauses after opening his laptop, immediately flooded with a pink background, and a splitscreen of a google document. It hits him like a rock through a moving vehicle, this isnât his computer.Â
See, if this computer was Yuujiâs, he wouldâve closed it and reached for his own. Itâs truly as simple as that. But, itâs not Yuujiâs computer, itâs yours, and the google document open is the research project you did on him.Â
Besides, what you donât know, wonât hurt you.Â
Sukuna hides the open webpage in favor of looking at your wallpaper, noticing what he thinks is your family under a cherry tree. But, he canât spot you, which is a bit odd, you would assume that a picture like this would include everyoneâSukuna pasuses, his eyes landing on a small girl in the middle.Â
âHoly shit.â Sukuna mumbles to himself with a smile, trying not to laugh. That small girl is you. You look incredibly young, most likely a picture from middle school. Yet, what heâs a bit perplexed by, is your appearance, a stark contrast to how you look now. Glasses, braces, messy hair, and a fashion sense that screams early 2000âs.Â
Cute.Â
Sukuna wonders if you still need glasses, possibly changed them out for contact once you hit college? Now, he wants to see what you look like in glasses. Would you look childish, like the picture here, or would you look more grown and dignified. Some other thoughts pop into his head thinking about you wearing glasses, but he doesnât dwindle on them for too long. Despite how inviting they may seem.Â
He opens the document again, immediately meeting with the simple words of, âProject, by me.â He thinks itâs a bit improper, and adds your name for you. You can thank him later for being such a kind roommate, andânowâstudy partner.Â
Sukunaâs eyes naturally fall on the small circle chart at the beginning, explaining the nutrients, and food he intakes. Right next to it is a graph explaining his active life, how much he works out, and practices. Along with the calories he burns, along with what he gains from working out.Â
Itâs far more extensive than heâs ever noted about himself. Yet, thatâs not the part that seems interesting to him, more or less what heâs looking for. Heâs looking for personal notes about him. Your⊠âevaluation,â of sorts. He wants to know what you wrote.Â
Sukuna actually spoke to Maki earlier in the day, asked her about the project.Â
âWhat?â Maki asked with a scowl, âWhy the hell would I do that?â She places her hands on her hips.Â
Sukunaâs quick to say your name, âAsked for an example, just hasnât had the time to find you yet. Decided Iâd help her out.â He placed his hands into his pockets, tapping his foot on the ground impatiently.Â
Maki sighed, flicking her glasses to the bridge of her nose, before pulling out her computer, placing it on the picnic table where she was eating. âFine, but tell her she owes me.â She said with a groan.Â
âNah, Iâll take care of it.â Sukuna said, eyeing the screen Maki just showed him. She did it on her brother Megumi, writing about who he is, analyzing his character, and more specifically, who he is in her eyes. âHm.â He nodded to himself, âCool, Iâll buy you lunch, or something.âÂ
Maki shook her head, âSure, whatever.âÂ
Now, Sukuna canât deny how curious he is about what you wrote about him. Along with the small comments you added to yourself. Heâs quick to click the first one. Itâs attached to a sentence.Â
âSukuna Itadori â a previous student of yours â holds himself with pride, strength, and dignity. Yet, contains a side to him which no one seems to view, a side thatâs more caring then most would note.âÂ
â âPride is one hell of a way to put it. I already hate this.âÂ
Sukuna laughs a bit, clicking onto the next personal comment.Â
âSukuna is an individual that pushes everyone out, in fear of rejection. (Rejection â the dismissing or refusing of a proposal, idea, etc.) However, the rejection feared isnât tainted in love, or measly relationships written in immature youth, nor is it littered from social cliques which people tend to flock to, but rejection as in the fear of yourself, of never meeting what you pray to become.âÂ
â âThatâs all the professor is going to get out of me, honestly, the man is so nosey. Fail me if you need to, I donât care anymore.âÂ
There's another comment attached to it.Â
â âSukuna deserves so much better, then just being my stupid fucking project. I wish I could tell him that.â
That makes Sukuna reel back, his heart beating loudly in his chest. A plethora of emotions flooding his head, along with guilt seeping through his chest. It feels weird, something he feels very little of, but itâs real and drowning. You⊠You do know why heâs mad.Â
Now, ugh⊠he feels a bit stupid.Â
Now, he feels bad.Â
Sukuna shakes his head, he wants to continue, but doesnât know if he should. Thereâs only a few more comments, which canât be too revealing, it canât make him react in such a way as the previous one, right? So, heâs fine to continue.Â
âI noted that being by the side of an athlete was going to be revealing of his character, however, I couldnât help but notice the change of mine. I became more nervous, scared, excited, and riddled with anxiety. My personal agenda against Sukuna switching from the one I heard from acquaintances, to something I could piece together on my own. Heâs brash, stoic, and pleasing to the eye.âÂ
â ââPleasing to the eye?â What is this, 1900? I swear, just call him sexy asf, Iâm sure Gojo wouldnât care⊠hell, heâll probably understand if anything.â
That makes Sukuna laugh, âSheâs going to hate me.â But, that doesnât keep him away from looking, if anything, it has him clicking your second to last personal comment. However, right before he can get to them, Sukuna notices the massive paragraph break between a conclusion, and the two more comments.Â
The conclusion is simple and dignified. However, the paragraph under the break isn't so much.Â
âSukuna Itadori. A man who has managed to flip my world upside down, a complex person of which I feel I will never understand. Yet, I've grown to terms with that. Iâve grown to terms that the only individual I will understand is myself, however, spending time with some else at close proximity, passes me a glimpse into someone else's life, along with their problems and aspirations. I understand so little, yet more than most.âÂ
â âThis is too personal, I need to write a better conclusion. Ugh. So close to being done.âÂ
Sukuna agrees, mumbling to himself, âItâs like sheâs in love withââ His finger clicks the last personal comment.Â
â âJust say you love him, itâs not like heâs going to see it. Maybe, Gojo will give me a good grade for the confession, too.â
Sukuna closes the computer, then cups his face.Â
Heâs fine, thereâs nothing happening right now, his mind isnât racing, nor is his heart beating quickly at all. Heâs completely calm, not freaking out at all. HisâŠ
Sukunaâs ears are tinted red.Â
Youâre going to kill him.Â
 ïœĄïŸâ: * December 2nd, 2023 ✠.* :âïŸ.
Monday
You already told yourselfâclose to a million times nowâyou put your name on the document. You just donât remember putting your name, even though you distinctly remember, not putting your name on the document. You shouldnât think about it anymore, anyway, you turned in the assignment andâ
âMadame President, are you okay?âÂ
âStop calling me that, I actually hate it.â You mumble to yourself, before standing straight up. âUh, whatâs up?â You glance around, âAre there more papers I need to fill out, or something?â A boy shows you his drawing of him and you, a heart in the middle.Â
You smile, patting his head, taking the paper away from him, telling him a silent âthank you,â before looking at your peer. âUh, no, thereâs someone⊠uh, someoneâs waiting for you.â They push their glasses to the bridge of their nose. Pointing inâwhat you thinkâis a general area.Â
You feel everything around you go blank, the floor sinking beneath you. You want to swallow the lump in your throat, but you canât. You force a nod, âUh, yeah, Iâll go⊠talk to them.â Walking to the person makes your heart pound, your body littered with anxiety.Â
Mahito.Â
Heâs smiling at you like a friend, waving widely and catching the attention of your fellow peers and children. He calls your name so kindly, you wonder if you hallucinated the whole night at the party. âYoo-hoo! Come here!âÂ
You feel your eye twitch, your feet sinking into the ground with each step. You pass him a half-hearted wave, âUh, what do you want?â That sounded really mean, but he deserves it.Â
âAwh, donât be tense with me, Iâm not here to hurt you.â Mahito waves his hand reassuringly, before his eyes narrow in on you. âI just wanted to talk to you, little puppy. Without your owner to bother us, this time.âÂ
That nickname makes you uncomfortableâno, Mahito makes you uncomfortable. âUhâŠ? My owner?â Is he talking about Sukuna? That makes you scowl, why in the world would Mahito think Sukuna owns you? Just because you spent some time around himâand like himâdoesnât mean anything. âIâm sorry, why are you here?âÂ
Mahito pushes his hair over his shoulder, his smile widening. âIâm here to talk to you.â He taps your forehead, and his finger is cold, sending an uncomfortable shiver down your spine. âAlso, Sukuna sent me for you.âÂ
âDid he?â You glance over your shoulder, looking at the children and peers playing. It makes you feel a bit sick, youâre in such a tight situation. You canât cuss him out, nor can you make a big scene. Youâre trapped, and thereâs nothing you can do.Â
Mahito nods, âYup! Heâs asking to bring you to the parking lot.â He places his hand on your head, ruffling your hair, which you hate immensely. âJust wants to make sure his little puppy doesnât get lost on the way over there.â He smiles at you, âIsnât that so kind? Wanting to keep you safe from the horrible people out there?âÂ
You push his hand off your head, âDonât touchââÂ
A hand presses on your shoulder, making you turn. âPresident, if you need to leave, thatâs fine.â They lean in a small bit, cupping your ear as they whisper, âA few of the kids are scared of your friend.âÂ
You shrug them off, âHeâs not my friend.â But, that leaves you in a horrible place to make a decision. You donât want to distress the children, but you also donât want to leave anywhere with Mahito. Your head is screaming at you, that is a horrible idea, and youâre going to listen.Â
âWhat? But, I thought we were close?â Mahito takes a step forward, placing his arm over your shoulders, âIs this you telling me that you hate me? That you donât want to be my friend?âÂ
Yes. âUh, I would personallyâŠâ You push him off you, glancing at your peer, then the children again. You look down at the drawing in your hands, before softly sighing in defeat. âFine. Where does he want to meet?â Your head is screaming at you, donât, youâre going to get hurt, but you canât be around children with this creep.Â
Mahito jumps with joy, humming to himself briefly, âYay!â He claps his hands excitedly, grabbing your wrist to pull you along with him, but something grabs your hand, pulling you away from him. Mahito instantly turns on his heel with a questionable look, before his face flushes pale.Â
You keep your back to them, their chest hitting the back of your head. Their voice is laced with venom, âYou really want to die, huh?â Naturally, relief washes over your body, your hand squeezing his. A silent thank you, and gain of strength.Â
Mahito thickly swallows, shaking his head, âLetâs stop kidding around, Sukuna, youâre not going to kill me.â He waves off his sentence, âThatâs⊠illegal.â He sounds unsure of himself, passing the two of you an unnerved smile.Â
Sukuna merely raises one of his eyebrows, âYou want to talk about shit thatâs illegal?â He sticks his free hand out, holding it open and gesturing for him to hand him something. âGive me your phone, letâs see whatâs on it.âÂ
Mahito seems to cower at that, shaking his head. âNo, actually, do we have practice today? I think I need to be⊠there.â They donât have practice today? He turns on his heel, shoving his hands into his pockets, âIâll see you there, Sukuna.âÂ
You twist on your heel, looking at him, âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
âSaving your ass, apparently.âÂ
âHow did you even find me?â You cross your arms over your chest, tapping your foot impatiently.Â
Sukuna raises an eyebrow at you, lifting his sunglasses up to keep his hair out his face. âI didnât find you, I just remembered.â Heâs wearing something that fits along with his sunglasses, a black button up shirt, two buttons popped at the collar, and the sleeves raised above his elbows. Heâs wearing some black pants, however, theyâre matched with some red jordans.Â
âRemembered?â You say a bit confused, âWhat do you mean, remember? Iâve never brought you here.â You glance at the person with glasses, passing them a quick look of, âdid I?â They shake their head shamefully.Â
Sukuna rolls his eyes, lifting his hand to rest on the back of his neck. âWhen we first saw each other.â He turns away from you, and, maybe itâs the sunâitâs December, thereâs no sunâthatâs making his ears red.
You blink a few times, before your eyes widen with realization, âWait, you noticed me?â You tilt your head to the side, trying to look at him, âWait, are you saying you were looking at me when you passed by with your football friends. You noticed me?â
âDonât sound so giddy, weirdo.â Sukuna finally looks at you again, but he pinches your cheek, hard. âWho wouldnât notice your ugly face.âÂ
He smirks to himself, but it quickly dies into a scowl. âLooks like Mahito noticed you first.â He sighs, leaning his head back slightly, âIf I were you, I would file a restraining order.â
You shudder, recalling the blue-haired man, âUgh, I donât want to remember him, or thatâŠâ Your voice waivers a bit, before you finish your sentence, âUh, that nightâŠâ You divert your eyes, pulling your hand in front of your body to look at the drawing again. You shake your head, âWhat on his phone, by the way?âÂ
Sukuna looks to the side, licking his teeth. âDonât worry about it.â He places his hand on your head, but instead of ruffling your hair like Mahito, he fixes the messy strands. âItâs nothing youâre ever going to have to worry about.âÂ
âWhat does thatââ
âYouâre a horrible fuckinâ artist.â He takes the paper from you, looking at the drawing. âGood thing youâre becoming a physical therapist.âÂ
âI didnât draw that.â You flinch when you feel a small hand tug at the bottom of your shirt, drawing your attention to the artist of the drawing Sukuna is holding. You instantly lower yourself to his height, your hand touching his shoulder gently.Â
âIs he bullying you? Mean one.â The boy asks, pointing a finger at Sukuna when he stops signing at you. A small breath of relief passes your lips, youâre glad heâs around with Sukuna, and not with Mahito.Â
You laugh a small bit, a smile splitting your lips as you quickly glance at Sukuna. Heâs looking at you curiously. You shake your head, âNo. Not bullying me.â You pat his head, âA close friend. Heâs nice, most of the time.â
âHe looks very scary.â The boy tells you, âIs he the boyfriend?âÂ
You loudly laugh at that, shaking your head. Sukuna hands the drawing back to you, âDid he ask you if Iâm your boyfriend?âÂ
That accurate guess startles you, âUh, yeah? He did?... Wait, howâd you know that?â You blink a bit at him, taking the boy into your arms as he silently asks for a hug.Â
Sukuna shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets. âA good guess.âÂ
You narrow your eyes on him, suspicious. âA good guess?â Maybe, Sukuna and Uraume are part Jedi, or something? For some reason, that makes a lot of sense in your head.Â
The boy tugs your shirt again, âIs he take you away from me?âÂ
You smile, âNo, he will not take me away from you.â You look up, locking eyes with his mother, âBut, your mom is here to pick you up.â He perks at that, quickly twisting around and searching for his mom with an excited smile. You stand up, pointing a finger at the person with glasses again, âYou, go sign him out, I gottaâ deal with him.â You cock your head in Sukunaâs direction.Â
âFine, walk your ass home then.â Sukuna turns on his heel, walking away from you.Â
Youâre quick to grab the back of his shirt, âWait, youâre taking me home?â You ask innocently, peaking your head past his shoulder, âBut, that means that Yuujiâs going to have to take the bus alone, and I canât do that toââ
âIâm taking you both home.â Sukuna pulls his shirt away from you, âBelieve it or not, but not everything is just about you.âÂ
You roll your eyes, before glancing behind you. You catch a glimpse of all the people and children, before turning back to Sukuna. âLetâs just go.â You whisper, looping your arm with his, âMaybe, no one will notice.âÂ
Sukuna seems to smile at this, âYouâre not going to get in trouble?â
âWho cares?â You shrug, walking alongside with him, âI do everything for that club, the least they can do is let me have a day offâŠâ You look to the side, mumbling, âMaybe, even two.â You smile, picking up your pace when you think you hear someone call your name, you look at Sukuna over your shoulder. âBesides, donât you need me to study today?âÂ
Sukuna raises an eyebrow, before scoffing a bit, âYeah, letâs go.âÂ
You just laugh in return.Â
â
You pop another fry into your mouth, âI thought you said you were also taking Yuuji home?â You shut his door behind you, passing Sukuna a quizzical look. âUnless, he somehow has powers and is just invisible?â You use your hands to feel around the carâs area for anything.Â
âYouâre so stupid.â Sukuna locks the car, turning it on to blast the heater for you. âI just lied to you. Heâs out doing some weird ghouls and ghost shit. The weirdo.â He can see the glare youâre giving him, and quickly responds, âWhat? You were acting too cocky. Canât have you think Iâm goinâ soft on you.âÂ
âWell, you are.â You lift the Mcdonalds bag, shaking it slightly. âEven if you donât want to admit it.â You lower it into your lap, grabbing another fry and eating it.Â
âI was hungry.â Sukuna tells you.Â
âUh-huh.â You pass him a knowing look, then point at the cup sitting in his cup-rest. âCan I have some of your Mcflurry? Looks good.âÂ
Sukuna doesnât even pass you a glance, âHelp yourself.âÂ
You giggle before grabbing the cup, helping yourself to the creamy treat. You know, and youâre sure Sukuna knows the ice cream is now yours, and heâs not getting it back. So much for being hungry. âYouâre so sweet to me.âÂ
âNope.â Sukuna takes a bite of his burger, nodding his head in approval. Something you noticed all peopleâmore specifically, menâdo when eating. You wonder if thatâs a psychological thing, or somethingâŠ
âYou didnât get any fries?â You ask with a head tilt, grabbing a small french fry and lifting it from the brown bag. âIsnât that the best part of Mcdonalds?â You take another bite of the Mcflurry, a shiver shooting down your spine uncomfortably.Â
âSure.â Sukuna looks at you, taking a bite of his burger. âIf you donât mind dying from whatever shit they put into them.â He grabs his coke, taking a small drink of the dark liquid.Â
âUgh.â You loudly groan, sinking into his leather seat. âDonât tell me youâre an obnoxious gym-bro whoâs gonnaâ criticize me for everything I eat.â You twist your head away from him, âI donât think Iâm going to be friends with you after this.âÂ
Sukuna laughs a little bit, saying your name to catch your attention, you merely lazily pull your head in his direction. âIâm joking, Iâm literally eating Mcdonalds with you.â He lifts his burger, testing it back and forth. âYouâre bad with sarcasm.âÂ
You quickly sit back up, narrowing your eyes at him. âItâs not sarcasm if you sound the exact same, Sukuna.â You press the fry to his lips, keeping it there for him to eat, âThatâs you being⊠you.âÂ
âHm.â Sukuna opens his mouth and allows you to feed him, âMaybe, youâre autistic.â He says in between chews. He says it so nonchalantly, you didnât even find it humorous, again, you think itâs Sukuna being⊠Sukuna.Â
âThat option is definitely on the table.â You say with full seriousness, before narrowing your eyes suspiciously, âWait, is this a form of you shaming me?â You point dramatically at him with a fry, âAre you shaming me right now, Sukuna?
âAbsolutely.â Sukuna turns on his car, âIn fact, Iâd call you a whole lot of things in my head, just filter myself since I know youâre sensitive.â He places his hand on your head while looking over his shoulder, pulling out of the parking spot. âYou big baby.â
âNow, weâre just going back to our previous conversation, you do have a soft spot for me.â You pop another fry in your mouth, adding, âYou may not be aware of it, but you subconsciously do, which I think speaks louder than any actions, or words you may yell at me.â
Sukuna furrows his eyebrows, âYou seem very talkative today.âÂ
You shrug, scooping up more ice cream into your mouth. âIâm just stating the truth.â You scoop another mouthful, but this time, you hold it to Sukunaâs lips, which he takes into his mouth without a second thought.
He mumbles, âAnd, whatâs that?â Sukuna pulls his hand away from your head, putting the car into drive.Â
âI donât know.â You lean your head on the window, a small spark of anxiety building in your stomach as you whisper, âYou actually care for me, in a weird Sukuna way.â A part of you wants Sukuna to agree, you want to hear what he has to say. You want to hear it more than anything right now.Â
âWait, I thought you have to eat healthy for Football, or something?â You tilt your head, âIsnât Mcdonalds totally bad for you, or is this like your cheat day?â Not even that, but supposedly Sukuna only ate things that were perfect, did Mcdonalds also happen to fall under that specific spectrum? Â
Now, you have so many more questions. Wait, no, Mcdonalds fries are fair, you completely get it. But, heâs not even eating them?! Youâre just making your brain hurt right now.Â
âCoach doesnât care what I eat.â Sukuna shrugs, âI donât care how I eat, as long as I work it off later.âÂ
You thoughtfully hum, âOh. Well, you should probably write down all of this in your app thingy.â You gesture to the Mcdonalds mess in his car. âI can do it for you.â You reach for his phone in his pocket, and he naturally lips his leg for you to retrieve it.Â
âMy app thingy?â Sukuna questions, but it sounds more like heâs making fun of you if anything. âThe hell are you talkinâ about?â Wait, no, he sounds genuinely confused.Â
Now, youâre confused. âYeah?â You tilt your head to the side, âYou literally let me look at it for my project, remember?âÂ
Sukuna pauses for a moment, before his eyebrows raise ever so slightly, âOh, yeah.â He nods, âI know what youâre talking about.âÂ
You slowly move your hands back and forth, âSoâŠ?âÂ
Sukuna groans, âI deleted that forever ago.â He shrugs, âI didnât need the app.âÂ
âThen why did youââÂ
âI got it for you.â Sukuna rolls his eyes, âI didnât want to deal with your pestering questions about my diet. Thought itâd be helpful for the situation.âÂ
You furrow your eyebrows, âWait, does that mean you got the app for me?â You end up smiling, poking his arm playfully, âOh my gosh, Sukuna, you got an app to make the project easier for me? Is that why you were really bad at filling out theââ
âNot everything is about you.â Sukuna shrugs off your arm, mumbling to himself. âI swear, youâre so conceited.âÂ
You pout like a child, shoving your face with more fries before placing the empty bag on the floor of his car. âYou can at least let me think you did something nice for me, âkuna.â You try to finish the Mcflurry, but find yourself a bit too full.Â
âKuna?â Sukuna mimics back to you, âWhereâd that come from?âÂ
You furrow your eyebrows at him, âWhat? What are you talking about?âÂ
âYou just called me that.â
âNo, I didnât.â Youâre not looking at him.
âYes, you did.âÂ
âNuh-uh.âÂ
âYouâre such a child.â Sukuna rubs his eyes, âWhatever, be like that.âÂ
You just shrug, scooping another mouthful of ice cream and feeding it to Sukuna. You keep silent, and you canât help but notice the way Sukuna adjusts himself uncomfortably in his seating. âKeep talkinâ to me.âÂ
You tilt your head to the side, narrowing your eyes at him. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?âÂ
âI want to hear you talk.â Sukuna flicks your forehead, âDumbass.âÂ
âYou want to hear me talk?â You smile to yourself, âOr, is this a silent way of you telling me you like hearing me talk?âÂ
âIâm used to you babbly about nonesene, silence from you makes me uncomfortable.â Sukuna didnât really answer your question, but he didnât deny it. Which is better than nothing. Honestly, thatâs a win in your book with Sukuna. Â
âWow, thanks.â You put the empty cup in his cup holder, shoving the spoon inside. âWhat do you want me to talk about?â You naturally place your elbow on the center console, leaning your head on your hand.Â
âI donât know.â He rests his hand on the center console, itâs close to touching your arm. âI like hearinâ you talk.â
âSo, you admit it now.â You sound more matter of fact, rather than playful this time. Because, in all actuality, you already knew Sukuna felt that way. You huff a sharp breath of laughter, âI feel like youâre making fun of me.âÂ
Sukuna smiles to himself, âOh, I absolutely am.âÂ
âYou know what, just for that, you now have to take me home everyday.âÂ
 ïœĄïŸâ: * December 3nd, 2023 ✠.* :âïŸ.
Tuesday
âDo you think Yuuji will be mad we got food without him?â You shut his door behind you, passing Sukuna a sympathetic look. âAgain?âŠâ You pout to yourself, âHopefully, heâs going out to eat with his other friends?â You grab the trash from his car and stuff it into the paper bag.Â
âHeâs good on his own.â Sukuna locks the car, making way to the entrance of the house. âHe can manage one or two days without Mcdonalds.â He can see the glare youâre giving him, and quickly responds, âWhat? You want to buy him the food?âÂ
âNo.â You add from behind him, following him into the house. âYou already know Iâm too broke for that.â Sukuna doesnât respond, but youâve grown used to his silence, so it doesnât bother you. If anything, the small huff of laughter is enough for you. âDo you want to set up in the kitchen?âÂ
Sukuna opens his room, shaking his head. âNah.â He walks inside, âWeâre doing this in my room.âÂ
You almost trip over your feet, your face growing a bit hot. âYour room?â You look to the side, then back at his open door. Shoving the paper bag into the trash can sloppily, a small napkin falling out. âWe canât study in theââÂ
âGet in here.â Sukuna yells from his room.Â
Youâre quick to join him, dropping your converse loudly at his door while mumbling, âMaybe, if you would ask politely.â You shut the door, dropping your bag next to your shoes. Mumbling to yourself, âI swear, youâre also so bossy.â You naturally move to his bed, flopping onto the mattress.Â
âYeah, just lay in my bed.â Sukuna says sarcastically, pulling out some textbooks, âItâs not like you havenât washed your ass in days or anythingâ Sukuna literally saw you leave his restroom with wet hair in the morning, he knows you showed today.Â
You laugh, rolling your body in his blanket, trying to create some form of warmth. âShut up.â You naturally grab one of his pillows, planting your face in it. Instantly, his scent floods your senses, making you a tad bit dizzy.Â
Sukuna feels one of his eyebrows twitch, his face a bit red from watching you shove your face into his pillow. âStop being fuckinâ weird.â He grabs your ankles, tugging you off the bed and onto the floor, your back hitting the ground with a solid âthud.â âNow, I need to clean my sheets.âÂ
âStop being so dramatic.â You let your head fall back onto the floor, a small smile on your lips. âI remember you telling me you like the way I smell, so consider it aââÂ
Sukuna slaps the pillow over your face, âOh my god, you never shut up.â He sighs, sitting down on the ground, laying out his computer and textbooks. âStart doing your damn work.âÂ
A muffled, âYou asked for this.â Leaves your mouth, making you push the pillow off your head. âSee, this is why I wanted to study in the dining room, we would actually be working on a table. Not the floor.â
âStop complaining.â Sukunaâs already trained on his work, notebook and textbook open. âDo your damn work.â You sigh, crawling over to your bag. Sukunaâs eyes follow your body as you bring your stuff in front of him.Â
âHey, do you think my skirt is cute?âÂ
The question seems random to Sukuna, but he answers nonetheless, âWhat do you want me to say to that?âÂ
âYes.â You say with a playful grin, âHonestly, I would prefer it if you got on your knees and told me, âItâs the most beautiful thing Iâve ever seen since youâre wearing it!â but, Iâll take a simple yes in this situation and be happy.â You bat your eyes at him innocently.
âEven if it would save my and Yuujiâs life, I wouldnât get on my knees for you.â Sukuna says annoyedly, âBut, uh, your skirt is fine, I guess.âÂ
A small spread on your face, âAwh! Thanks Sukuna, youâre always so sweet to me.â You wave your hand up and down, pretending to be flattered.Â
âYouâre pushing me.â Sukuna says unbothered, looking at his work.Â
âThat's the goal.âÂ
Yet, as youâre laying out your things, a small light bulb lights up in your head. âSukuna?â You place your notebook on the ground next to your computer. Sukuna doesnât look up, but he does say your name in a similar tone to your question. Acknowledging and a bit indulging. âYouâve never told me what youâre studying?âÂ
Sukuna lifts his eyes from his computer screen, âIâm studying engineering.â He writes something down in his notebook, answering or writing a question down.Â
âIs that what you always wanted to do?â You lean forward, trying to catch a glimpse of the type of work heâs doing. Although, you canât really see it, to be honest, you canât really see your work right now. You need your glasses, but youâre not keen on retrieving them from your bag right now.
Not in front of Sukuna, at least.Â
âNo.â Sukuna places his pencil down, âI wanted to go into business, but gramps told me that was a stupid idea.âÂ
âWhat?â You tilt your head to the side, âWhy would that be stupid?â You think for a moment, âWell, I have no idea what business would do for you. What type of business would you be dealing with?â You laugh to yourself for a moment, âPerhaps⊠youâre in everyoneâs business?âÂ
Sukunaâs eye twitches, âI donât know how youâre in college.â He shakes his head, whispering, âYouâre so fuckinâ stupid.â Still, with his palm pressed over his lips, youâre sure heâs smiling right now.Â
âItâs a genuine question.âÂ
âThatâs what makes it so stupid. I think that makes it worse, too.â He leans back on the palm of his hands, âBut, I wanted to get a degree in business to⊠I donât know, do whatever people do in business.â He shrugs, âI knew I was going to inherit my old manâs company, so I guess I wanted to learn a few things before jumping into work.âÂ
Things are starting to make a bit more sense now. Sukuna had a nice sports car at sixteen, and owns his own house. Then, there was that one time where you ate out with him and Wasuke at a really niceâexpensiveârestaurant. Youâre slowly starting to piece together Sukuna comes from a bit of money. âWait, but that sounds smart.â You lower yourself to the floor, laying on your side comfortably. Sukunaâs pillow supporting your elbow.Â
Sukuna shrugs, âGramps said he was hiring me no matter what, as long as I worked, so I decided to do something else. Iâm not going to pay for something Iâm already experiencing at work.â He sighs, âSo, I decided to major in engineering.â In simple terms.Â
âHm.â You continue scrolling through your computer, itâs nowhere or anything important, but youâre sure an idea of what youâre supposed to do will come to you in a bit. âAre you excited? It seems like youâre going to be making a lot of money.â You rub your pointer finger and thumb together.Â
âYouâre asking a lot of questions.â Sukuna says, closing his computer briefly. You donât know if itâs a sign of annoyance, or a silent tell that he wants to continue the conversation. âAny reason behind your sudden pestering?âÂ
You laugh, a small smile on your lips, âI want to get to know you more, Sukuna.âÂ
Sukuna pauses for a brief second, your personal comment on your project flashing in his head. âSukuna deserves so much better, then just being my stupid fucking project. I wish I could tell him that.â And, it makes his throat tighten uncomfortably, a sensation heâs getting far more familiar with, then he would personally prefer.
Sukuna whispers, âReally?â Before he quickly covers it with a scoff, âMoney, who cares.âÂ
You can be going crazy, but you swear you saw his demeanor slip. âUh.. IâI do.â You explain, slowly shaking off whatever you mightâve noticed. âIâd love to have money to burn.â You smile a bit, âUh, but⊠doesnât everyone?â You drum your fingers on your computer, âItâd be nice to have some money to spend on luxuries, you know?âÂ
Sukuna passes you a half smile, âYeah, I get it.âÂ
âDonât do that.â You wrinkle your nose.Â
âDo what?â Sukuna furrows his eyebrows at you.Â
âSmile.â You say, an unserious smile on your lips. âItâs scary, looks like youâre going to murder me.â You search up something on your computer.Â
âYouâre so kind.âÂ
âYeah, this is what you look like.â You flip the screen to him, showing Jeff the killer in picture form. âThink someone posted your morning pictures, Sukuna. Should we go hunt them down?â You turn the screen back to you, giving it a quizzical look, as if you were trying to find the answer to your question on the spot.Â
âIâm going to kill you.âÂ
You giggle, pointing at him loosely. âOnly proving my point.â You hook your foot on your other sock, playing with the fabric. âSo, how do you plan on doing it? Suffocation, maybe taking me outââÂ
âI actually have it written down here.â Sukuna pushes a sticky note to you, itâs pink. âRead it out loud.âÂ
âIs this a fetish?â You raise an eyebrow, âDo you make all your victims read what youâre going to do to them, or am I just special?âÂ
Sukuna furrows his eyebrows, almost glaring at you, before he breaks. Twisting his head to the side and bursting into laughter, the back of his hand covering his mouth as he tries to collect himself. He ends up covering his face, still laughing while muttering, âYouâre so dumb.âÂ
And, in this context, you agree. Youâre absolutely dumbfounded. Sukuna is laughing, and itâs not a pretty small huff, or a brief chuckle, which youâre not even sure youâve heard him do, but now, heâs genuinely laughing.Â
You press your lips together, a tight lipped smile slowly building on your lips. But, you still look at the sticky-note anyway, trying to make out the words, but you canât. Theyâre too small, and a bit too messy. âSukuna, I canât read this.â Youâre just trying to distract yourself, because if you look too long at Sukuna laughing, you know your face is going to break out in flames.Â
âYeah.â Sukuna says, ignoring your words. âYouâre special.â Your name follows, punctuating the sentence.Â
Your lips part ever so slightly in a silent gasp, before you look away. âIâI⊠still canât read it.â You try to ignore what he just said. Still, Sukuna just called you special. You can literally hear your heart beating in your ears right now, your hands are shaky, too.Â
âI want to hear you read it.â Sukuna says, tilting his head to the side slightly.Â
âCan youâŠâ You slid the sticky note back to him, turning your head away from him. âRead it for me, I genuinely canât read it.â You can feel your ear burning, before a horrible realization comes over your mind.Â
Sukuna dramatically sighs at you, snatching the sticky note from you. âWhat? Are you blind or somethinâ?â He laughs to himself, before looking at the sticky note whispering, âOh, thatâs right, you are.âÂ
You blink once, then twice. âWhat.âÂ
Sukuna presses his lips together, âHuh?âÂ
âWhat did you say?âÂ
âDidnât say anything.âÂ
You narrow your eyes at him, watching as his eyes are trained on the sticky note. âHow do you know that?â You made sure no one knows that, even Nobara, so how would Sukuna know that? Were you squinting too much at your screen when you worked with Yuuji and Sukuna yesterday, or did he see the family picture on yourâ
Your stomach drops.Â
Sukuna can see your express fall with it. He closes his eyes and tries not to laugh, âDonât tell me you saw it?â A horrible, twisted realization falls over your consciousness, âYou read it?âŠâ You can feel yourself flush pale, an uncomfortable and embarrassed feeling twisting in your stomach.Â
Sukuna deeply inhales, âRead what?â The expression you pass him, breaks him. Itâs riddled in embarrassment, your lips quivering slightly, as your eyes are ever so slightly watering. Sukuna laughs until his hand, unable to control himself. Yet, he didnât expect you to do what you did next.Â
You tackle him. His pillow in your hand as you place it over his face, sitting on his abdomen as you ignore his muffled laughter. âShut up. Shut up. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.â You chant, closing your eyes and trying to not reel in your embarrassment.Â
Sukuna taps your thigh, trying to tell you to stop, while his other hand tries grabbing your hand, or the pillow on his head. But, you donât relent, you continue to try and kill Sukuna. Then, the resistance stops, Sukunaâs hands drop limply by his side, his laughter ceasing.Â
You sigh with relief, letting your hands fall slack, but Sukuna goes in for the attack. Swiping the pillow away from your and grabbing both your wrists into his grasp. âAnd youâre calling me the fuckinâ killer.â He scoffs, using his free hand to reach for your bag.Â
You struggle in his grasp, glaring at him. âI have every right to kill you now.â You watch as he grabs something from your bag, and immediately you resist even harder. âAbsolutely not, donât even try toââÂ
âI just want to see how you look with them, calm the fuck down.â Sukuna opens the small box, pulling out your glasses and placing the lenses over your eyes. âSee, look at you.â He sits up, making you slide down into his lap, your wrist still held together by his one hand. âYouâreâŠâ He looks to the side for a moment, âItâs cute.âÂ
You look to the side, face burning, âYouâre so⊠ugh.â You groan, âInfuriating.â Still, you canât deny how pleasant it is to have Sukuna admiring you like this. If admiring is the right word in this situation.Â
Itâs quite for a bit, before you softly sigh, your legs sliding down and relaxing into him. His grip on your wrist looses up nicely, your breathing soft and content. âHow⊠how much did you read?â You finally look at him again, but with the glasses decorating your face, you can really see him now.Â
Sukunaâs face markings are so much more detailed than you originally thought, and his eyes⊠theyâre stunning. A deep crimson, looking at you with so much⊠admiration and awe. They divert away from you, a cocky smile on his lips. He scoffs, âAll of it.â
You feel so exposed right now, âAll of it?â You repeat, more so to yourself, then to Sukuna. âSo, you know?âŠâ You stop yourself, unable to force the words out. Youâre too embarrassed. Sukuna nods, turning his gaze back to you. You instantly cover his eyes with your hand, you can't look at him. More so, you donât want him to look at you.Â
Sukuna smiles, his sharp teeth flashing at you, the dimple in his cheek indenting perfectly into his skin. âI canât look at you?â He cooed, itâs more mocking if anything.Â
âNo.â You lean back slightly, which makes Sukuna grab your waist, keeping you in place. His smile falters for a moment, and you wonder why. You were just adjusting your sitting. âBesides, you think Iâm hideous, or whatever.â
âItâs true, your face makes me laugh.â You annoyedly groan at him, but Sukuna trails one of his hands to yours, his finger hooking over your fingers. âLet me look at you.â He tugs a bit at your hand, itâs not forceful, itâs more asking if anything. âI want to see the girl who likes me, stupid.â
You donât respond, you donât even let his hand pull away from his eyes. You donât know what you do, you donât know what to do, nor how to respond to his question. Youâre merely grounding yourself into the situation, in the way heâs holding you, and his soft breathing.
Sukuna says your name again, only for it to quickly die in his throat.Â
You kiss him.Â
Your other hand cupping his jaw as you deepen the kiss, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips work with you. His hands wrapping around torso, holding you tighter than heâs ever held anyone before. You can feel his lashes flutter behind your hand, his head twisting to the side so he can deepen the kiss.Â
You break it, pulling away with your hands at your side now. You chew on your bottom lip nervously. Sukuna leans in again, but you turn away, your hands resting on his chest to push him back. Despite your denial of his advances, he holds onto you just the same. His hands arenât holding you like they did at the party, theyâre gentle, they are soothing, and comforting, maybe even a bit longing.Â
Itâs silent for a moment.Â
You softly sigh, your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt while you whisper, âSukuna?â You see him nod, but keep your eyes on your fingers. Looping your index finger under his shirt and pulling his golden chair for your pleasurable viewing. âCan⊠we talk about it?âÂ
Sukuna doesnât even let a second pass before he responds, and his words make the world fall silent. Your heart is beating so loudly, and your body freezes, your fingers tangled in his chain as they finally process in your head.Â
âIâm sorry.âÂ
Your lips part, before you quickly press them together, pulling your gaze to his face. Did he just say that? Did the stoic, unforgiving, asshole, Sukuna⊠just apologize to you? Your lashes flutter at his expression. Sukunaâs isnât looking at you, his glare is trained to the dull wall to the right. âIâm so fuckinâ sorry.â
Your heart beats even faster at his expression, your face flushing hot.Â
Sukuna is blushing red.Â
His cheeks covered in a deep blush, eyebrows furrowed, glaring at you like normal Sukuna would. Except for one thing⊠his face is burning in a deep red blush, even the tips of his ears are red. Heâs embarrassed, very embarrassed, but he still looks angry.Â
You move in quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck, whispering, âYou⊠youâre sorry?â You shakily exhale, closing your eyes into his neck. âDid you just say that?âÂ
Sukuna instantly wraps both his arms around you. His hands touching his own sides from holding you so tight. âIâm so sorry, Iâm such a fuckinâ horribleâŠâ He groans, leans his head on yours. âIâm terrible, Iâm so terrible.âÂ
You nod, laughing slightly as you add, âYeah, youâre an asshole.â You softly sigh, âBut⊠maybe, I am, too.â You hold him tighter, your heart longing. âWhat.. what did I do wrong? IâI feel horrible for asking, but⊠I really donât know.âÂ
Sukuna closes his eyes, âWhen I told youâŠâ He thinks to himself, âWhat happened to me. Thatâs something Iâve never told anyone, but Uraume about.â He pauses for a moment, âAnd, I really⊠I value you more then⊠I donât even know. That scares me. Itâs terrifying.âÂ
You nod.Â
âI was telling you the worst of me, and I didnât want to know how you were going to react. I hate everything that happened, and how I reacted, but here I was relieving it for you.â Sukuna pauses again, before forcing out, âOnly for you to remind me our friendship was only a week. Everything that we were experiencing was only going to be for a week.â
You instantly pull away from him, âSukuna, thatâs not what I meantââ You pause, looking at his expression, his eyes glossy and shiny. You feel something trail down your cheek, before hitting Sukunaâs shirt. You feel your bottom lip wiggle, before your sniff, your shoulders jumping up with a hiccup. You feel dumb, youâre not even as upset about what happened anymore, but the tears donât stop. âAt the party, I thought you were just going to use me and throw me away, but I didnât want thatââ
Sukuna feels his chest tighten, shaking his head, âI thought you were using me for your project.â He tells you, âI thought that's why you told me you were a burner phone.â Sukuna recalls the way his heart shattered when you told him that, doing everything in his power to keep his emotions together. âI thought you wanted everything to end the moment the week was over, andâŠâ He diverts his eyes, âI⊠I never wanted that.âÂ
You close your eyes, recalling the following day. âThen, we had an argument.â Your mind instantly floods with memories, recalling the pain and words you yelled at Sukuna, the lies and truths you told him in a fleeting agonizing moment.Â
âYeah.â Sukuna looks regretful, âThe stupid fuckinâ argument.â Both of you are silent for a moment, and you donât think itâs going to be broken for a few moments, but to your surprise, Sukuna speaks up again. âDid youâŠ?â He thickly swallows, âDid you mean those things?â
You feel a bit on the spot with that question, and you donât know how to answer. Well, you do, but⊠what about Sukuna? Did he mean the things he said? You donât want to say something only for him to not feel the same. But, itâs obvious how he feels, right? It should be now, but it doesnât feel like that. His words bounce in your head clouding your mind with doubt. Youâre scared, no, youâre terrified. âDid⊠you?âÂ
You donât want to hear that answer right now.
âWhen we âfirstâ made up.â You abruptly ask, chewing the corner of your lips, âI asked you if youâd promise you wouldnât like me. You asked me if I wanted you too.â You push your glasses to the bridge of your nose, âWhy?âÂ
Sukuna remains silent for a bit, before huffing, âThis is so weird to me.â He mutters, softly groaning to himself. âIâve never done this type of thing with someone.â He furrows his eyebrows, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.Â
Still, you look at him through your lashes, and hopefully ask, âDo you⊠like it?â Your voice is a hushed whisper. Â
Sukuna wrinkles his nose, scowling ever so slightly. He shakes his head, âNo. This fuckinâ sucks.â This conversation is supposed to make everything, but it feels sad, every word that comes out of you, or him makes his throat tighten painfully. He watches as your gaze diverts from his face, and that makes his chest tighten. Shit, he didnât say that right. âWellâŠâ He starts again, pulling your face to look at him, âI hate it, but⊠I hate it less, since itâs with⊠uh, you.âÂ
You sniffle again, his words holding you in a comforting blanket. The words spill out, sooner than you would like, âI didnât mean it.â You push your glasses up, whipping your eyes with the back of your hand. âI was just scared, and you made it seem like you didnât⊠I donât know. Care for me, or something.âÂ
Sukuna cups the bottom of his face, whispering, âI donât know why I said that.âÂ
âI donât know why I said that, too.â You sniff, âI was justâŠâÂ
âI didnât want to promise anything, because I already knowâŠâ Sukuna pushes your hair from your face, leaning in a bit closer, âIâd be lying to you.â He flutters his lashes, âAnd, I donât want to⊠lie to you anymore.âÂ
You nod, eyes pearling with tears, âI donât want to lie either.â You whisper, âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry.â You grab his shirt.âI want to be⊠I want to be with you.â You hug him again, your tears wetting his shirt. âIâve always wanted to be with you.â A soft whisper.
Sukuna chuckles, letting you cry into his shoulder. âWhy did you say that sooner?âÂ
âI thought you didnât like me!â You cry, adding in a hushed whisper, âI thought you hated me. I thought you were just going to leave me the moment the week was over after using me.â You shake your head, gripping onto the back of his shirt, âI couldnât stand that thought, so thatâs why I pushed you away!âÂ
Sukuna continues to rub your back, âYouâre so stupid.â He mumbles, bringing you into him tighter. I could never hate you. I would never push you away. âItâs okay, now, donât cry like a baby about it.â He adds a derogatory, yet playful, âBaby.â
âIâm so happy you donât hate me.â You softly sigh into his neck, closing your eyes as your body completely relaxes into his. âSo happy.â
Sukuna tries, he really does, but something hot and wet slides down his cheek, and you donât see it, nor are you ever going to know about it, but it happens. Itâs real, itâs grounding, and itâs pulling. âYeah.â He holds you, âI know.â Arms wrapped around your, his head tucking close to yours, âI know.â
Your body is completely relaxed as you whisper, âI donât want to argue anymore.â You shake your head, whipping off the final tears on your cheeks, âI donât think I have the power to argue with you anymore. I want things to beâŠâÂ
Sukuna presses his closed eyes onto your shoulder, âI donât want to argue like we did on Tuesday.â A sharp breath comes out of his nose, âI like the arguments like the one in the car. Itâs cute you have a bit of spunk. As much as it is annoyingâÂ
You pull back, a small smile on your lips, âYeah, your grandpa is right, you do need someone to keep you in check.â You lower your hands to his chain again, âThank god you have me, right? What would you do?âÂ
Sukuna nods, âYeah, Iâd be stress free without you.â He raises his hands to your waist, âWho would want that? A carefree life, compared to an annoyinâ little shit like you?â Heâs passing you a boyish smile. Heâs smiling far more than youâre used to. You like it.Â
âYeah.â You laugh, pulling on a piece of his hair, âLook, you even have a gray hair, now you have a small piece with me wherever you go.â You look at him again, this time a smile on your lips. âArenât you so happy? Youâre stuck with me?âÂ
Sukuna doesnât say anything, he just looks at you. His pupils blown wide, as his hands gently hold onto you. You pass him a silly smile, âWhat?â You tilt your head to the side, âWhy are you looking at me like that?âÂ
âCan I kiss you?âÂ
Your lips part, your eyebrows raising in silent shock. âHuh?â A small suppressed laugh escapes your lips, âWait, are you asking me to kiss me?â You tilt your head to the side, âThe f-boy Sukuna, the one who had a girl over this very week, is asking to kiss me?â
âWe didnât do anything. It was just a stupid fukinâ project.â Sukuna leans in closer, grabbing the back of your head. âJust fuckinâ kiss me already.â Sukuna doesnât even let the sentence process in your head, before trying to press his lips to yours.Â
Key word. Trying.Â
Unfortunately, right before the two of you can kiss again, a strand of your hair falls in between your faces. Blocking the kiss from ever happening. You naturally giggle, mumbling a small apology. But, Sukuna doesn't seem to be fazed. He just pushes the strand behind your ear, cups the back of your face and pulls you into a kiss.Â
It almost feels like heâs smiling against you.Â
You kiss him back, but his kiss is much more brief, ending then starting again. It feels unreal, Sukuna, the emotionally unavailable Sukuna, kissing you like a lover of years would.Â
Youâre giggling, sniffling every now and then, only for Sukuna to kiss your cheeks, then kiss you on the lips again. You can taste the salty wet tears on his lips, but you donât mind, itâs cute in a way. âYouâre not acting like Sukuna.âÂ
He places his forehead on yours and tells you, âIâll slam your face into my bed, if youâd like?â Sukuna cockily smirks to himself, tilting his head to the side. âOr, do you want me murder you silently?â
âSilently? I feel like murdering me would not be a quiet activity.â
Sukuna nods in agreement, âYouâre right. I can set the house on fire with you inside.â He kisses you again, whispering, âDoesnât that sound romantic? Youâd be my first murder. Youâre special.âÂ
You laugh, âRomantic is definitely one way to put it.â You look to the side, thinking, âBut, that definitely sounds more like my Sukuna. I wonder if you were an arsonist in your past life. I feel like thatâs very on brand for you.â You look at his eyes, and catch a slight red look to them. âOh. My. God.â Sukuna flinches when you point at him, âYou were crying? Oh my god, were you crying?â You huff, âAnd youâre calling me a baby⊠hypocrite.âÂ
He makes a ludicrous face at you, placing his hand on your face and pushing you off him. Making you fall onto your elbows with a laugh, âI think youâre actually going mental now.â He throws the pillow at your body, âI fuckinâ donât cry.âÂ
âNot true.â You smile at him, grabbing the pillow and holding it over your lap. âYou cried when you talked to Yuuji, and donât deny it, I totally saw how red your eyes were.â You wiggle your shoulders, âAwh! The big strong Sukuna is actually a big cry baby like meââÂ
âI can make you cry.â Heâs now leaning over you, the pillow thrown on his bed. âWeâll see whoâs the real cry baby, then.â Heâs smiling, but it doesn't look inviting or reassuring, sadistic would be the right word here. A small squeak leaves your mouth.Â
You blink a few times. âHuh?â Sukuna picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder. This must be a common practice with the brothers, it doesnât happen often, but it happens enough for you to mentally note. Another noise leaves your throat when he drops you on his bed, parting your thighs and moving in between them.Â
Sukuna keeps his forearms near your head, his nose touching yours. âYou want to know somethinâ.âÂ
You giggle, âNo, not really.â You laugh when Sukuna drops his head with dejectment, his forehead hitting your nose gently. âFine, tell me, what do you want to say, Sukuna.â You shiver when his nose brushes over your neck.Â
Sukunaâs hand moves under your knee, hooking it around his waist. âIâd give anything to make things up to you.âÂ
You laugh, letting your arms comfortably cross over his shoulders, âYou already said sorry, and thatâs already enough for me.â You tug him closer, which almost throws him off balance, causing him to stumble into you. âEspecially with your big boy ego.âÂ
âYou ever call me that again, and I will throw your ass to the streets.â He kisses your neck, enjoying the way you naturally open yourself to him. Still, thereâs a bit of hesitance behind your movements, and that alone makes him stop. âDid I hurt you?âÂ
âMentally.â You throw out loosely, but immediately smile, âNo, Iâm just, uhâŠâ You divert your eyes for a moment, âUhm, nervous, I guess.â No, youâre not nervous, youâre scared. What if he just⊠leaves again.Â
âAbout?â Sukuna sounds different, more soft.Â
âUh, this.â You naturally hug him tighter.Â
âShould I stop?âÂ
You take a moment, â...No.â You softly sigh, âI just donât want you to⊠uhm, leave again.âÂ
Sukuna takes a moment, before kissing you again, itâs sweet. âIâm not, donât even worry about that.â But, your unsure expression makes him hesitate. Itâs a bit weird, heâs feeling so many new things today. He wants to make sure youâre comfortable, and heâs almost scared to touch you. You feel like glass to him.Â
Sukuna thinks he may be broken, maybe you broke him, but everything that is happening is so new to him. He doesnât know how to respond, but he does know one thing, he doesn't want to hurt you anymore. He doesnât want to scare you, or make you cry. He doesnât want to hear you sob in his arms over something stupid thing he did. He canât stand that.Â
He doesnât know why, but seeing you like that, hurts him.Â
Maybe he is broken. But, every broken part of him wants to be around you all the time. And, he doesnât know exactly how to comfort someone, or fix what heâs done. But, heâs trying, heâs trying harder than heâs ever tried with anyone before.Â
Sukuna may not be the best person in the world, but heâs trying to find a way to build your trust in his own way. Itâs the one thing he has always been good at, and almost centralized his identity around. Itâs a bit sad when he really thinks about it, but trauma has a unique way of messing with a person.Â
He nods, âOkay.â He kisses your temple, âI wonât do anything until you beg me to.â He pushes himself off you, standing between your thighs while you lay down on his bed, towering over you. âYou like the sound of that?âÂ
You feel your stomach twist and turn with butterflies, the feeling of being prey to a hungry wolf has you heating up with desire. âO-Okay.â You thickly swallow, pushing yourself up and sitting up straight, grabbing his chain and tugging him down to your lips. âI like⊠uhm, I like the sound of that.âÂ
Sukuna chuckles, âYou do?âÂ
You bite the bottom of your lip, nodding your head slowly. âMhm.â He cups your face, and his nose tickles your cheek, his kisses coming in fast and soft. Peppering down to your neck, his nose touching your neck like a fleeting feather. While his fingers trail down the inside of your thighs. Goosebumps follow his hands on your legs.Â
A pleasurable shiver shooting through your body when he finally slides his hand under your skirt. You whimper, grabbing your skirt and lifting it up, allowing yourself to watch the way Sukuna gropes you. A small moan leaves your mouth, âKeep⊠uhm, doing that.â You watch as his thumb works painfully slow circles into your covered clit.Â
Sukuna nods, eyes enraptured by your thighs shaking around his hand, your pink panties wrinkling and damp from your slick. âSuch a slut.â He shakily exhales, âYou like this, donât you? You like when things are nasty.âÂ
You donât say anything, merely nod your head. âYeah, I know, baby, I know.â He says against your neck, his deep voice rumbling against your skin. You feel something warm, and wet slowly move up to your ear. Before his mouth bites your ear playfully. âI know you love the way I touch you.âÂ
He lowers himself to his knees, flipping your skirt completely up. Allowing himself to look at you for however long he wanted. You move your hand in between your legs, âAre you looking?â You can feel your face burning, your heart beating in your ears. âThatâs so embarrassing, please donât look.âÂ
âItâs not embarrassing.â He responds, running his nose gently down your thigh. âItâs hot.â He grabs behind your knee, tugging so your legs are dangling off his bed. He smirks to himself, âYouâre making me hard.âÂ
âOh my god, please donât say that.â You use your other hand to cover your face, your face burning in embarrassment. But, a small whimper leaves your mouth when Sukuna places his hand over yours, applying pressure to your pussy. You pass him a half hearted glare, âSukuna!âÂ
âWhat? Donât tell me you hate my words?â Sukuna teases, his eyes drinking up the way you jolt. âOr, maybe, itâs that you hate my voice?âÂ
âI just hate you.â You mumble, leaning back in his bed, and allowing him to peel off your hand from between your thighs.
âMhm, I know, babe.â He loves how much he affects you, his voice and words, causing your body to burn and shiver with desire. âHopefully you can keep to your words when I make you squirt over my fingers.â Sukuna devours the way you shiver at that, your thighs twitching. And, all caused by a few kisses, a light touch, and some deprived words. .Â
So cute.
Sukuna grabs your hips, pulling you closer to his face. Lifting your skirt and looking at the thin pink panties that separated you from his mouth. He groans, resting his hand on your knees, pushing your thighs apart to look at your drenched panites. He swallows, blood flooding his cock, straining it against his pants.Â
âOkay..â He starts, putting all his weight on his knees. He can see the way your chest is slowly rising and falling, and the cute pink panties that stick to your wet hole. He wishes, more than anything, you werenât wearing them, but he wanted to toy with you. Just a little. Besides, they would be off in a few minutes, so he isnât entirely worried about it, he has the patients to wait. âHas anyone touched you here?âÂ
If anything, Sukuna wants to hear you beg for him to take them off.Â
You blink at him innocently, before softly nodding your head. âYou have.âÂ
Sukuna chuckles a bit, âNo, gorgeous, anyone other than me.â Both his hands follow the curve of your thigh. Getting closer, and pressing under your skirt. You thickly swallowed, glancing at his hands and face.Â
You hesitate to shake your head, but when you do, Sukuna freezes. âWait, have you everâŠ?â Sukunaâs still touching you, but itâs more endearing, and less sex-driven. âHas anyone ever gone down onâhave you ever had sex?âÂ
You again shake your head.Â
Sukuna feels his cock twitch. âShit, so youâre really a virgin.â He watches as your eyes divert, âThatâs not bad, I justâŠâ He leans his head on your knee, resting it there. âIâve never been with a virgin.â Sukunaâs been with only a few people, less than he can count on one of his hands, but theyâll all have some form of experience. So, approaching them, and their sex-life is different, but with you, he doesnât entirely know how to approach it. He wants you to feel comfortable with him, but he also wants you to feel good.Â
You push yourself up, leaning on the palms of your hands while looking at Sukuna. âIâve never done anything, does that make you feel better?â You pass him a silly smile.Â
Sukuna huffs, âI mean, itâs kinda hot.â He smiles, his sharp teeth flashing as you, âI'll make your head spin, and your legs shake.â He lifts his hand, tapping your forehead. âDo you want that, you want me to make you feel good?â He watches as your throat bobs, âYou want to shake and cry with pleasure while I tongue your clit?âÂ
You shiver. âJust get on with it already. I feel like weâre talking too much right now.â You laugh a small bit, âI feel like weâre doing this wrong, or something. Are we doing this wrong?âÂ
Sukuna just raises an eyebrow at you. âYouâve never done this before, how would you know whatâs right or wrong?âÂ
âIâve seen porn.âÂ
Sukuna drops his head back, deeply inhaling that exhaling. âPorn is made for horny twelve year olds.â Sukuna smirks to himself, âWait, donât tell me you get off to that fake and gross bullshit.â He sarcastically adds, âDirty girl.â
You flop back down, a small giggle leaving your lips. âI feel like youâre messing with me now. Just do what youâre going to do.â You mumble, before softly adding, âI mean, I want to know why everyone cares about sex so muchââ Your mouth parts in a moan, his tongue giving you a hard kitten lick. Eyes bouncing up, and trying to see what reaction you would give him.Â
He laughs, âIâll make you an addict.â Sukuna places his thumb on your clit, rubbing it up and down. âJust promise me youâll keep your legs wide open fâme. Donât even think about fuckinâ close them.â He slaps your thigh, making you yelp. âOr, Iâll make you go so brain dead, you wonât even be able to.âÂ
âStop talkingââ A moan tears through your throat, Sukuna wrapping his lips around your covered clit. Sucking hard on your small pearl, before laughing against your cunt.Â
âDid you say somethinâ?â He slowly inhales, eyes rolling to the back of his head from your scent. Sex and pure lust, god youâre so fuckinâ sexy. He continues licking your clit, keeping his attention on the sensitive bud.Â
You can feel his tongue working against your fabric, wetting it with his saliva and your juices. Itâs so nasty, but it makes your eyes cross everytime he flicks his tongue over your sensitive bud. This is amazing. You gasp, your hand clamping down over your mouth to try and keep quiet. A pathetic attempt, really. Sukuna slaps your thigh in response, shaking his head, his tongue swiping left and right as he does so. âDonât even fuckinâ think about.â He seethes, pissed by you trying to keep quiet.Â
Sukuna doesn't want you to be quiet. Heâs been robbed of all chances to hear you cry out in pleasure, or his name in ecstasy. Despite this not being his first sexual encounter with you. The first time, he knew you were listening to him jack off, but you didnât so much as whimper for him. Which was saddening. And, you can only hear so much when the music from a party is playing in the background. Sukuna wants to hear how good you feel. He wants to hear how good he was making you feel.
âWhatâah! What if Yuuji is home?â You arch your back, Sukuna sucking on your clit again. âWhat if he hears?â You whisper, grabbing onto his sheeps, the fabric seeping between the cracks of your fingers. âThatâs going to be soââÂ
âEmbarssinâ?â Sukuna fishes for you, trying to finish you off. âI know, but he wonât know, if you stay quite.â Sukuna reaches for your hands, pulling it to his cheek, only to kiss your palm. âBut, I donât want that.â He continues kissing your palm, moving his lips towards your middle and ring finger. âI want to hear you, want to hear you whimper over my tongue and scream my name.â Sukuna smiles, slides his tongue between your two fingers, letting you look at the lewd gesture the two of you are making. âOkay?â
A shaky exhale leaves your lips, before you meekly nod. Sukuna chuckles, pushing your hands to your face, âGood girl.â He keeps your two fingers spread, pressing the open space to your lips. âLet me see your tongue.âÂ
You feel your bottom lip tremble, before opening your mouth, your pink tongue sticking out and resting between your two fingers. You can feel how theyâre wet, and you can taste Sukunaâs saliva. You moan, âThis isâŠâ You feel your sentence trail when you notice Sukunaâs gaze trained on your tongue, wiggling and moving between your fingers.Â
He closes his eyes, softly groaning to himself. Fuck, heâd give anything to feel that tongue on his throbbing cock. Watch it slide and swirl over the head of his cock, before your pretty little lips would stretch over his fat cock. Drowning in your glossy eyes as hot tears slide down your cheeks, your throat constricting around his girth.Â
âStop thinking too hard about it.â He tells you, his tongue sliding from your knee to your inner thigh, pressing wet kisses into his skin. âItâs supposed to feel good, even if it is gross.â And if Sukuna is being completely honest with himself, knowing that something is filthy makes it hot. He moves to your covered cunt, kissing your lips. Avoiding the place where you want him most. âJust lay down and feel, I clearly make you think too much.âÂ
You just pull your hand away from your lips, a string of saliva falling down on your shirt. âOkay.â You keep yourself propped up, watching as Sukuna practically makes out with your pussy. You can see how wet your underwear is now, along with how glossy Sukunaâs lips are.Â
You keep your hands bundled in his sheets, trying to keep yourself sane as Sukuna makes you feel good. It feels incredible, and looks porngraphic. The fat of his tongue pushing itself between your lips, making a small crater in your panties. The tip flicking your clit, moving up and down like a teasing feather.Â
You feel your eyes flutter shut, holy shit, it feels amazing. You donât ever want it to stop, you want⊠more. You clamp your thighs together, but Sukunaâs hands are already on your thighs. Pushing them apart and smiling against your skin, âKeep them open.â He shakes his head to the side, his tongue following his movement on your clit.Â
You groan, and Sukuna moans with you. Grabbing you right knee and placing it on his shoulder, âKeep this here.â He whispers, continues to suck on your covered clit, watching as your body falls back on his bed. Your back is arching.Â
âOhâoh my god.â You lean your head back, your body hot and sweaty. Holy shit, this feels amazing. Sukuna feels amazing, and it feels depraved. Licking and sucking at your clit, even though it's covered with the thin fabric of your panites. âFuhâfuck, please.â You moan, tucking your calf behind Sukunaâs head, pulling him closer to your cunt. Â
His eyes seem to glow watching as your body jolts, and your pussy twitches. And with the way your panties are absolutely drenched, clinging onto your pussy lips like a second skin, it doesnât leave much to the imagination. âPlease what?â Sukuna mocks, âPlease⊠stop?â
Sukuna isnât going to stop, thereâs no way in fucking hell heâs going to stop, but mocking you, seeing your eyes water, it makes him insane. Hearing you beg and whimper over his mouth, god⊠Seeing you like this makes him feel⊠incredible. Knowing that you havenât done this with anyone else, yet want to do it with him, has him spinning. It makes him feel good. Itâs something heâs never had before, but knows he now canât live without. He has craved for something like this. A hole heâs always adorned in his chest, but never found a filling for it. But now, he feels full, itâs a feeling he wouldâve never thought to find, despite how desperately he searched for it.Â
Sukuna feels amazing when heâs with you. Even when youâre dancing in his living room with face care adoring your face, a pout on your face while you playfully ignoring him, glaring at him with your reflective eyes, or the small back-and-forth the two of you share. Itâs all so amazing.Â
But, seeing you like this. Embarrassed and eager for what he was going to do next. Open and vulnerable, trusting and wanting more, itâs⊠it feels like the best thing in the world. Sukuna feels like heâs becoming addicted to this. He holds the back of your thighs with his big hands, closing his eyes and flattening his tongue on your pussy, tearing another moan from your mouth.
âN-No! Please donât stop.â You whine, tears brimming your waterline. Your lips part as you moan, gripping onto the sheets as your hips jolted forward, trying to push your pussy harder against his lips. Desperate to get more pleasure from his mouth, you just want to lose yourself in it. You donât want to think about anything, not school or studying, just Sukuna between your legs.Â
Sukuna laughs against your cunt again, continuing his abuse on your pussy. Enjoying the way you try holding your legs apart, your thighs shaking around his head. He tightens his grip on you, not even giving you the opportunity to move them together if you wanted to. âI wonât stop.â He whispers, âDonât you worry your pretty head off.â
You giggle, sounding a bit drunk, âYouâah! Calledâyou called me pretty, fuh-fuck, again.â You feel a coil in your lower stomach, something youâre all too familiar tightening inside of you. âYou thinkâoh my god, holy shit, you think IâmâIâm pretty.â
âFuck yeah.â He moans into you again, âI think youâre fuckinâ sexy, your tits and body, your lips and tongue, all of it.â He wants to add your eyes, but feels himself grow a bit⊠embarrassed to say that. Ironic, huh?
That makes your stomach twitch, butterflies swarming inside of you. The coil growing tighter, your thighs pushing agsint his hands in protest. It feels good, it feels too good. âSu-Sukuna, mâgetting⊠Iâmââ You back arches, your body resisting a bit more. âIâm gonnaâ cum, I feelâshi-shit!âÂ
âYeah?â Sukuna lolls his tongue out, letting it slowly drag over your over-worked bud. âFuckinâ cum on my tongue then.â Sukuna closes his eyes, feeling them roll to the back of his head with your soft moans filling his room. You taste so fuckinâ good.Â
You roll your eyes into the back of your head, your pussy clenching around nothing. But, you wonder to yourself, what it would feel like to have something inside of you. Something long and thick, stretching you open and fucking your insides until youâre mindless. âSukunaâSukuna!â His name leaves your mouth like a mantra, your voice raising in pitch as your legs shake. Your toes curl with pleasure, your hands grabbing onto Sukuna's hair.Â
Sukuna instantly moans, loving the way you tug at his hair. Unsure whether or not you want to push him away, or pull him closer to you. âFuck, câmon, cum on my tongue, just let it feel good.âÂ
You finally feel the coil snap, your lips parting in a silent moan as your body tingles. Your thighs naturally pull into your body, opening wider for Sukunaâs tongue working fasting against your covered clit. It feels amazing, it feels unworldly, unlike any orgasm youâve ever had before. Your fingers donât even compete to this, itâs addicting.Â
The worstâbestâpart is, it feels so long, and Sukuna doesnât stop his abuse on your sensitive bud. This time, placing his thumb over it and rubbing circles into it. Making your orgasm even more intense, your back arching in pure pleasure.Â
Your hand reaches down for his writes, your mind pulling together only for it to be thrown back into intense pleasure. Something you donât entirely like, but you donât dislike, it feels good, but it feels⊠too good. Like, unbearably, burning pleasure, type good.
Your body grows hotter to the thought of Sukuna touching you without any fabric in the way, the fire in your lower stomach lights a flame again. His tongue actually touching you, his fingers spreading you open allowing him to get easier access to your swollen cunt.Â
Sukuna slow stops, watching your legs twitch by his head as he pulls his finger away. âAwh, is it too much for the baby?â He mocks, tilting his head to the side and passing you a cocky smirk. âI thought you were a big girl.âÂ
You naturally pout. Even if Sukuna didnât say anything bad, you want to⊠make him proud. You nod your head, âI⊠donât be mean.â You whisper back, âFeels too good.â You pull his hand to your mouth, kissing his palm like he did yours a few minutes ago. You slowly bring your lips to his middle and ring finger, silently admiring how big they are. You canât help but think how they would feel inside of you, splitting and stretching you open. âI want to make you feel good, âKuna, I want to do something for you.â You open your mouth, your tongue making way between his two fingers. Your tongue is peaking at him, while you flutter your long lashes at him.Â
Sukuna feels his brows twitch, his dick straining against the zipper of his jeans. His pupils are blown so wide, you can barely see a ring of red in his eyes. Heâs absolutely enraptured by you, his mind swirling with nothing but the way you cry his name, and tremble beneath his touch.Â
It feels like Sukunaâs going insane. He just wants to push you further, he wants to see what noises you make when he laps at your clit for hours. Would you cry, or whimper? Would you scream in pleasure, or go numb from it being too overwhelming? Only for him to push his thick cock into your slit, watching your eyes grow wide as your pussy swallows him up whole.Â
Your breath grows more uneven with his concentrated gaze, sliding your tongue up the tip of his fingers, and pulling it into your mouth. You whimper, your body flowing with nice tingles again. ââKuna, can you pleaseâŠâ You divert your eyes for a moment, before softly finishing, âCan you please do that, without my panties in the wayâŠ?â
Sukuna breathes out, closing his eyes for a second before placing his hands on your shoulders and pushing you against his bed. âCareful.â He whispers, resting his dick between your thighs, grinding himself against your wet panites, âI would do anything, if you beg me to.â Â
You smile, grabbing his face and kissing him tenderly, tasting yourself in his lips. You tongue rolling around his, âThenâŠâ You pull back, whispering, âCan you please stop teasing me, âKuna, and really eat me out?â You furrow your eyebrows cutely, as you add even quieter, âI really want to feel your tongue on my pussy.â
That makes Sukuna snap.
Sukuna places his hands behind your knees and pushes them to your stomach, keeping them pinned there, âGrab your knees.â He tells you, and you instantly listen, your hands grabbing at your knees and keeping them pinned to your chest. He pulls your panties up, letting them dangle at your foot before looking at you.Â
Sukuna looks at you again, his eyes devouring your bare pussy. Wet and swollen, ready for his touch. He keeps himself snug on the bed, places his hands back on your thighs over your hands, and licks a long stripe up your pussy. Instantly you throw your head back, your teeth digging into your bottom lip with pleasure. His tongue sliding between your lips, dipping into your hole, before sliding up and dragging over your sensitive over stimulated clit.Â
You whine, your hips writhing against his mouth as your juices slides down your ass and onto his bed. Ruining his sheets, but Sukuna loves that, he loves knowing what the two of you are doing is so filthy, it makes a gross mess. Thatâs so hot to him, makes him so fuckinâ hard.Â
Sukuna moves his hand to his cock, his palm rubbing on the head and trying to adjust his painful hard-on. A feeble attempt to try and release some needed tension, his head spinning from how horny he is. His hips rut into his hand, desperate to feel something, anything on his aching cock.Â
Sukuna unbuttons his pants, pulling his boxers underneath his cock and sloppily wrapping his hand around his girth. Groaning against your pussy with an eye roll at the brief, yet pleasurable relief. But, that doesnât stop him, no, that makes him work his tongue even harder against you. Getting off to every whimper, moan, and breath, that leaves your pretty little mouth.Â
You canât help but notice how much more vocal Sukuna is, and as much as you want to push yourself up and see what heâs doing, but you canât. Your legs twitch with overstimulation with every swipe, your chest bouncing up with every moan leaving your lips.Â
Sukuna pulls his remaining hand on your thigh to your pussy, creating a âvâ on your base, then spreading you open. Flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue, making you cry out in pleasure. You try to grip the sheets harder, but it doesn't help, the pleasure is just so intense. This coil of pleasure builds within your belly again, this time itâs faster and more intense then last time. It makes you babble something incoherent to try and warn Sukuna, but to be honest with yourself, you donât know what youâre even trying to tell him. Your mind is swirling with thoughts of Sukuna, and his actions. How he makes everything around you disappear with something as simple as his tongue. Â
You feel tears slide down your cheeks into Sukunaâs sheets, your eyes crossing into your head with pleasure. You babble out, âOh my godâoh my god.â You hands move back to your thighs pulling them open, and another moan tears from you, he has so much more access.Â
Sukuna pushes himself off the ground slightly, places his hands and weight on your thighs, keepings them securely pressed to your stomach as he continues to abuse your swollen clit. His tongues sliding between your lips before catching under your hood, applying pleasure to make you squeal.Â
The small act makes your words jumble and moans out of your mouth, your thighs fighting against the pressure and trying to push him off. You donât want to, but itâs so overwhelming. You donât know if you want him to stop or keep going. Yet, at the same time, you know you donât have a say in that currently.Â
Which⊠for some reason, you absolutely love. You love that you donât even understand what youâre trying to do or say. You love that you donât even know what youâre laying on anymore, or which way youâre facing, again? But, Sukuna can make out the words, âFuhââKuna, I think⊠oh my god, please, donâdonât stop! Sâclose!â Your eyes squeeze shut. Â
Sukuna laughs at that, not stopping and letting his eyes drink up the way your muscles tense. Youâre close, he knows that you're so close. He sucks onto your clit, watching the way your twitch, before letting go. He pushes his weight off of you, watching as your scrunched expression relaxes, and immediately looks at him with an adorable confused expression.Â
Fuck, he loves teasing you.âFeelinâ good, babe?âÂ
You tense, the feeling being ripped away from you. It feels good, but it also feels wrong. The intense feeling pulled away from you so quickly, it makes you tense. Your muscles are tightening in your lower stomach, youâre so close, but so far at the same time. Then, the intense feeling quickly vanishes making you completely relax into his sheets. Instantly you feel sweaty, your muscles tired and sore. You feel your bottom lips wiggle, âStop d-doing that! I wasâŠâ You trail off, looking to the side as your eyes flutter. âUhm, you knowâŠâÂ
Sukuna smiles at this, you got embarrassed. How cute. âWere you?â He mocks at you, caressing your cheek, âAwh, the poor baby wants to cum, you want me to contune tongue fucking you? You like the sound of that?â He rubs his nose on your inner thigh affectionately.Â
You pout, âIâIâŠâ You pass him your gorgeous eyes again, glassy and wanting, âCan you please not stop again?â
Sukuna knew he was making you feel good, he could tell by your fucked out face, but anyone could. He merely wants to hear it from you, hear you writhe and beg for him to keep you on the edge. He gets off on that, watching a girl cry from how good something is, but at the same time, he doesnât want to scare you. So, something more intense, would have to wait for a later time. âI wonât, donât worry.â He places his thumb on your clit again, âIâm just teasing you.â His finger rub slow and pressured circles on your clit, and it drives you insane.Again, this curling string continues to spiral inside you, pleasure building upon itself.Â
Sukuna hums in acknowledgement, before going back to your pussy. Taking two fingers and spreading you apart. Tongues hitting all the places he couldnât before. He gently bites your clit, letting his fingers trail down your slit. Your eyes widen, before a moan leaves your lips. His finger sliding into with ease, your slick and saliva allowing you pussy to swallow his finger whole. Sukuna groans at this, fisting his cock again.Â
Your reaction is perfect, the small gasp you let out when his knuckle hits your lips is liberating. He almost hears you choke on your breath, a bit shocked by the intrusion. But, Sukuna is already reassuring you, praises spilling his lips as he shushes you. âIt feels good.â He slowly adds another finger, âTrust me, youâll love this.âÂ
You nod, turning your head to the side and resting it, trying to watch as he fingers your hole. Itâs not something youâre too experienced with, since you stick to stimulating your clit. If anything, you thought you were broken, since every time you finger yourself, it didnât feel like anything. Also, the stretch is a bit uncomfortable, but itâs complemented with Sukunaâs tongue, so itâs not all too bad.Â
You softly sigh, before closing your eyes. You hold as you feel this prickle of pleasure intense, far more pulling then Sukunaâs tongue. It feels⊠good.Â
Sukunaâs finger slides inside, then pulls out, only to slowly slide back into you, his knuckle resting on your lips again. Pushing his fingers up slightly with every slow thrust. You can hear your voice raise in pitch, growing louder with each thrust and swipe of his tongue. You want to place your palm over your mouth, but you canât. Youâre unable to function, more or less keep quiet. And after a few pumps of his thick finger, you're writhing in his bead with pleasure.Â
Your eyes roll into the back of your head, toes curling as an unexpected loud pitched moan leaves your lips. You feel like youâre unable to express how youâre feeling, you want to desperately pull away, but make it even more intense at the same time. It feels like youâre so close, the coil inside you was about to snap.Â
You feel something unfamiliar in your lower stomach. It feels good, it feels somewhat familiar, but at the same time, a bit different. His fingers are still working into your cunt, wet with the slick youâre producing.Â
It makes the feeling even more intense, and suddenly, it feels like youâre about to⊠You feel your bottom lips wiggle, âK-kuna!â You gasp, trying to form words, but are unable to find the right ones.Â
Yet, Sukuna ignores your plea, merely smiles to himself while sucking into your clit, and pressing his fingers inside of you. He nods to himself when he touches something spongy, he chuckles to himself, âFuckinâ found it.â As he presses his fingers up, applying pressure onto your g-spot.Â
Your vision goes white. Your back arching as you quickly grip his hair, a high pitched moan leaving your throat as you feel yourself completely let go. The pressure in your stomach releases with a painful orgasm.Â
Sukunaâs mouth is already on your pussy, riding out your orgasm while he milks his cock. Focusing his attention on the head with a soft groan. His throat bobs as you finish, your thighs shaking around his head before they limply slide off onto his bed. But, he quickly grabs them and wraps them on his shoulders, giving you a final long stripe up your pussy, watching as your hips twitch in overstimulation. Sukuna cockily smiles, watching you pant and melt into his soft and sweaty bed. Clearly exhausted by the high you just received.Â
You look adorable. Your eyes were still watery and red, the bottom of your lip swollen from you biting on it, and your body abused from the pleasure you were receiving. God, it makes him even harder knowing that your first time was with him, too. âMhm, thatâs it. Just relax.âÂ
A shakily exhale, before humming with a head nod.Â
He feels his cock twitch in his hand, but he pays it no mind. Just tucking it back into his boxers and zipping up his pants. It feels gross, but heâll think about that later. He pushes himself on his feet, whipping his mouth with the back of his hand, a smirk on his lips. He sits down next to you, pinching your cheeks and making you look at him. âYou with me, doll?â
You slowly blink, trying to gain your sight again. âWhat is⊠uhm, whatâs supposed to beâŠâ You drop your head back, his fingers slipping from your cheeks. âWhat was the question?â You still feel⊠you donât even know.Â
âYeah.â He lays back on the bed with you, âJust say youâre in love with me, I promise I wonât make fun of you.âÂ
You gain your head, blinking a few times to pull your thoughts together. âI hate you, Sukuna.â You turn on your side, flipping your skirt down to cover yourself up. You lean forward, and kiss him. âI already told you that.âÂ
Sukuna hums, nodding his head while closing his eyes. âKeep saying that, Iâll get hard again.âÂ
âI hatââ Sukuna raises his eyebrows expectantly, passing you a cocky smirk. âI canât with you.â You look away, but youâre smiling. Trying not to laugh at Sukunaâs stupid fucking joke. Suddenly, youâre hit with the feeling of your bare legs sticking to your sheets. âI feel gross now.âÂ
Sukuna kisses you for a final time, âIâll be right back.â He pushes himself off the bed, walking to the door and pulling it open. You assume heâs going to the restroom, and he isnât gone for long. The next thing you know, heâs back between your legs with a damp towel. While he cleans you up, it feels a bit intimate, as well as embarrassing. You ignore the lewd comment Sukuna made about you wanting to pull your panties back up. Cockily saying, âItâs nothing I havenât seen before.âÂ
You merely respond with a slap to his shoulder, letting him press the towel to your legs and clean up the mess. And despite how embarrassingly bare you feel, itâs nice, really nice. âWe can put a towel on your bed next time.â You say, pushing yourself off his bed and looking at the stain left. You giggle to yourself, âGuess you were right, I did dirty your sheets.âÂ
Sukuna slaps the towel over your face. Â
You immediately pull it off your face, throwing it at his, âOh my god, thatâs so gross!â You place your hands over your face, âI totally need to watch my face, or Iâm going to break out or something.â You work so hard to keep your face clear, now this jackass might ruin it!Â
âYouâre actually a child.â Sukuna says, dropping the towel to the floor.Â
The two of you flinch at the sound of knocking at his door, both of you turning your head simultaneously. You smile to yourself, âOne, two, three, not it!âÂ
Sukuna throws the towel back at your face, which makes him laugh when he hears you cry out in anger. Youâre quick to drop the towel back down on the ground with a satisfying, âplat.â Turning your attention back to Sukuna to watch him open the door, you see his back tense. His shoulders pull together slightly.Â
You sit up in his bed while tilting your head at him. âYou okay?âÂ
âIs thatâŠ?â That voice makes your face drain. Yuuji tilts his head to the side, looking past Sukunaâs shoulder and right at you. He instantly lights up, your name leaving his mouth, âOh my god, have you two made up already?â He loudly gasps, âWait, does that mean we can have more movie nights?âÂ
You part your lips, and look at Sukuna when he turns to face you. The two of you donât say anything for a moment, before you burst out in laughter, cupping your mouth as you turn away from the two boys. Sukuna leans his head back, resting his forearm over his eyes as his face turns a bit red.Â
You let out a sigh of relief. You donât think Yuuji heard. Sukuna straightens himself out, âGet out of the way, Yuuji.â Sukuna pushes him to the side, making his way to the kitchen. âI need somethinâ in my system.â
Yuuji lets Sukuna pass, âWeâre out of drinks!â Yuuji calls back, which is responded with an obnoxious groan. You giggle, but Yuuji is quick to eyeball the floor, noticing how itâs scattered with books and computers. âIâm guessing the two of you have been spending quality time together?â He smiles, âYouâre going to tell me all about it, right?âÂ
You donât know how to respond to that, âUh⊠Sure, yeah.â Still, you feel a soft smile split your lips, crossing your legs over one another. Before you quickly pull your foot underneath your ass, realizing your panties are still strung on them. Shit, you really shouldâve put them on despite Sukunaâs comments. âWeâre⊠uhm, weâre just studying together. And, he was⊠making things up to me, I guess.âÂ
Yuuji tilts his head to the side, âThings are good now?â He passes you a hopeful smile, âNo more angsty tension between you two?âÂ
You giggle, nodding your head in agreement. âThings are good, Yuu. No more angsty tension.â You feel your thighs sticking together, and you resist the urge to wrinkle your nose in distaste. âYeah, definitely no more angsty tension.â
âAlright, get out.â Sukuna pulls the back of Yuujiâs shirt, pulling him out of his room. However, this time he emerges with a cup in his hand, you wonder if itâs water, or if he really did find some alcohol.Â
Yuuji waves at you, âBye, I love you.â He passes you a sad look with his big puppy dog eyes.Â
You feel your heart tug, âCan we keep him here with us, Sukuna?â You plead, which is answered with a silent glare from Sukuna. You pout, begrudgingly waving back, âI love you, too, Yuu.â You blow him a kiss. Â
âYeah, yeah. Cut the bullshit you two.â Sukuna shuts the door on Yuuji, shaking his head while making his way to you. âI swear, canât believe you say that shit right after you just came on my fuckinâ tongue.â He leans on his nightstand, passing you a teasing look, âWhore.âÂ
âAsshole.âÂ
âSlut.âÂ
âDick.âÂ
Sukuna smirks a bit, leaning his head to the side. âGorgeous.âÂ
You feel your brain malfunction for a second, âH-Huh?âÂ
Sukuna grabs his phone, opening an app. The smirk goes wider as he responds, âDookie-stain.â Youâre about to respond with quick banter, when he pushes the screen in your face, âGive me your phone number.âÂ
You furrow your eyebrows, taking the phone from his hands. âWow, does that line work with all the ladies?â You put your phone number into his phone, placing your contact name as, âLOML.â You nod to yourself, clearly content with the creative name you picked.
âYou tell me.â Sukuna takes his phone from you, sending you a quick text. You can hear your phone ring in your bag from across the room. âAre you obsessed with me already?â
âI mean, you picked out the name for me.â You point at his phone, making Sukuna actually look at the name you saved yourself under. âI think youâre the one obsessed here.â Sukuna looks at the name, and clicks the contact, and you automatically assume itâs to change it. âAwh, I actually like that name.âÂ
âOf course you do.â Sukuna saves the contact, then pushes himself off the desk. âAlright, get your ass back to studying.âÂ
âI canât believe you just ate me out, then are going to make me study.âÂ
âDo you want me to buy you a cookie?âÂ
âActuallyââÂ
Sukuna grabs your ankles, pulling you off the bed again. âStudy.âÂ
â
You yawn, stretching your hands over your head. You can hear the washing machine rumbling in the background, Sukunaâs sheets in the wash for the night. You hear your phone ring again, and youâre quick to grab it, flipping onto your stomach while you kick your feet back and forth.Â
You donât even have to look at the name to know who it is. Itâs not like the two of you have been texting all day, despite sitting across from each other, or merely a wall apart.Â
Dick-una:
Come here
You smile to yourself.Â
You:
im not sleeping with u
gross
Dick-una:
Just come here
You left your glasses
You:
fine.
Dick-una:
Thats what I thought
You wrap your blanket around you, shivering when your bare feet hit the cold ground, but youâre quick to shake it off. Slowly cracking your door open, and tip-toeing to Sukunaâs room. Luckily the door is unlocked when you go to open it.Â
You giggle a little bit, âGive me back my glasses.â You can see the room is still a mess, your notebooks and textbooks littering the floor, since you were too tired to pick them up. However, your glasses arenât on the floor where you left them, theyâre now on Sukunaâs bedside counter. The small lamp ever so slightly illuminates his room.Â
âGo get them.â Sukuna responds, and you can see him on his phone, face illuminated by the blue screen. Heâs wearing black sweats, and nothing else, his hair is messy and unruly.Â
Youâre already smiling to yourself, closing his door behind you and making way to the drawer. Being careful to step over all the things on the ground, and finally reaching the drawer. âYouâre so kind.â You inspect them, âYou even clean them for mââÂ
You feel Sukuna drag you into his bed, quickly reaching an arm over your body, and turning off the light with a loud click. He taps your back, âOh shit, did your dumbass fall?â He says, draping his blanket over the both of you. âClumsy.â
âHa, ha. So funny Sukuna.â You let go of your blanket, warming up to Sukunaâs body. âIâm leaving the moment you fall asleep.âÂ
âOh my god, shut the fuck up, and fall asleep.â He mumbles back, an arm resting underneath his pillow. âCanât do anything without you annoyinâ me.â
You giggle, closing your eyes and whispering, âGoodnight, Sukuna.â You donât expect to hear a response, even when youâre seconds away from falling asleep in his soft bed. But, you hear something anyway.Â
âGood night.âÂ
Next Chapter: Ch. 7 - A Lovely Night
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FANTASIZE â đđđđ. gojo satoru
âđâËâč having sexual fantasies about your landlord seems illegal, but what can you do when itâs gojo satoru?
âcontents   fem!reader, she/her pronouns, explicit language used, landlord!gojo, no curses au, gojo and reader are in their 20âs (range not specified), masturbation (gojo catches you), pussy hungry gojo, oral, unprotected p in v sex, orgasms, creampie, deep penetration, pet names, not proofread
âwordcount   4.7k
ânotes   i literally thought abt this while on the toilet
finally, after a long and exhausting shift, you finally arrived back home. you were standing outside of the gates that lead into the apartment complexes, showing the security guard your identification before being allowed inside. you were tired and hungry, thinking about what to cook once you got into your home.
just as youâre reaching your apartment complex, you pass through the play area built for the children, and you notice a tall, white-haired man standing by a bench while a young child is running around with another on the playground. your heart stops when you realize itâs your landlord, gojo satoru.
while he was on the phone, you notice another man sitting on the bench, his dark hair nearly blending in with the night. you gulped, hoping to walk by without getting caught by either of them. why? becauseâ you havenât paid your last months rent.
you promised satoru youâd pay, but the next rent payment was due in a week and you hadnât even sent him money. satoru didnât bother with it during the first two weeks, howeverâ he became impatient and was slowly demanding you pay the rent. even the co-landlord, suguru, was reminding you but rather, in a more gentle manner.
as you quietly passed by, one of the children spotted your presence. âoh! miss [name]!â the young megumi shouts out, putting the unwanted attention onto you.
oh⊠megumi, why?! you cursed mentally at yourself and made a quick hesitating expression before forcing a sweet smile and turning around. by that time, megumi and the other child, yuji, had jumped off the playground to greet you. they both approached you with their cute giggles, each hugging one of your legs. âmegumi, yuji! what are you guys doing out here?â
âgojo and geto-san let us play outside for a little bit!â megumi answers when looking up at you. nodding, you glance at the two other men, who were deliberately surveying youâ especially satoru. you clear your throat and look down at the two kids again.
âcan we come to your house on saturday, miss [name]? i wanna bake cookies and watch pokemon again!â yuji questions, jumping up and down slightly.
âo-of course.. just make sure you guys get permission from your dadâs!â you reply, maintaining your smile as they pushed themselves off your legs. âi have to get home super quick now, âkay? just let me know by tomorrow.â
âokay, miss [name]!â they both cheered happily at the same time before scurrying back to the two men.
therefore, you took that as an opportunity to leave quickly and back to your apartment. when you arrived, you quickly unlocked the door and entered, nearly sinking to the ground. a smile slowly crept on your face and you slipped off your shoes before walking further into your home.
you glanced at the ground, noticing your broken vase was still scattered to pieces. you sigh, remembering your purse accidentally knocked it over and since you were rushing to work, you decided to clean it up once you got home. grabbing a broom from the kitchen, you swept it to the side by the wall, figuring you would gather it into the trash later.
after changing into something more comfortable, you went to brush your teeth and get ready for the night. a smile was still on your face, and well, the reason was simply because of satoru.
three months ago, you were apartment hunting after saving so much moneyâ one of your work friends suggested you to tour an apartment from a landlord named gojo satoru.
the apartments he owned were absolutely marvelous and in your price range. but what even tempted you to sign rental agreement was satoru himself. he was someone everyone wanted: he had handsome features, a perfect build, an alluring voice, and most all, earned loads of money. to others, it was obvious that you had a huge interest in him, but itâs gotten to the point where you began developing feelingsâ way too much feelings. so much that you began fantasizing about him everyday.
it started off as fantasizing going on romantic dates with himâ eventually to getting married, having kids, being the mom to little megumi. eventually leading to fantasizing you underneath him, holding him as he fucks into you. most would think it was absurdâ to be obsessing over your own landlord who dislikes you at the moment.
but you liked the attention you were receiving from satoru. you two interacted many times before, but thatâs mostly because of megumi. the child often ran into you, eventually getting close enough to where satoru allowed him to go to your house to bake cookies or for you to babysit. however, when you missed your first rent, satoru had came to your placeâ which, caught you by surprise, you thought heâd bring megumi but he was all by himself.
therefore, you intentionally pretended to forget to pay your rent, even though you did actually have the money to pay. of course, you were going to pay eventually, just so you donât lose your apartment, but you were keeping up the act due to satoruâs appearances nearly everydayâ demanding you to pay your rent. heâs gotten slightly aggressive over the past two weeks, but it never necessarily bothered you.
you pretend to avoid him, while still try to be around him. it was weird, maybe, but when you have a crush on someone, you usually end up doing things you donât normally find yourself doing.
after getting into bed, you relaxed and got comfortableâ but you feel as if you needed something else to cool your mind: thinking about satoru.
you felt lazy to grab one of your vibrators, so you decided to use your hands, imagining as if it was satoruâs instead.
âgojo, gojo, can i pleaseeee go to miss [name]âs house on saturday? pleaseeee,â megumi was whining to satoru repeatedly as they were heading back to their home. after saying their good nights to yuji and suguru, megumi just couldnât shut up about you.
satoru was helping megumi get ready for bed, but the kid just couldnât sleep until he said yes. and if satoru didnât say much less of a no, or a simple no, megumi would throw a tantrum. satoru honestly didnât know how to calm the child down whenever that occurs, so he makes sure to answer properly.
âmaybe if she pays her rent, you can go,â satoru smiles at the kid, realizing his words slipped out without care.
âshe did pay it! you just donât check!â megumi pouts.
âoh megs, please just go to sleep. iâll think about it tonight,â satoru replies with a sigh as he stands from kneeling beside of the bed and walks towards the door.
ânooo!! i wanna go, please!!â megumi begs, nearly crying at this point.
âgosh.. why are you so stubborn at this age,â satoru shakes his head as he was about to walk out. âfine, fine! you can go! just go to sleep, itâs late and if you donât wake up in time tomorrow, you will not go, understand?â
suddenly, little megumiâs demeanor changed completely. he was now bubbly, smiling like crazy before getting comfortable underneath his blanket. âthank you, gojo! can you please go tell her that you said yes! i will tell yuji tomorrow, iâm so excited!â and without anything else, megumi was able to fall into a slumber.
satoru sighs yet again, shutting off the lights of megumiâs room before closing the door. honestly, he didnât know what to do anymore, but he was glad megumi found company in someone else other than himâ not that he does. satoru decides to flip through files, rental agreement files.
and of course, he stumbles upon yours. along with the papers that wrote payment overdue. satoru was pissed, to say the least.
satoru was lenient the first time, almost to the point of considering to not have you pay the rentâ because, well, he also has an interest in you. his feelings began developing the day you both encountered, and he remembers trying so hard to get you to like the apartment. you both exchanged contacts that day once you signed the rental agreement, but it was nothing more than that. it initially surprised him when megumi asked to go to your place the first time, he hadnât known then that you two were slowly becoming close as youâre adjusting to the new environment. but he shortly felt as if this was an opportunity for him to get closer with you.
now, theyâre are definitely times satoru wanted to straight up say he had a fat crush on you, keeping it behind his mouth felt as if he was in high school againâ however, he just couldnât get the courage. he didnât understand why, and most of the time, megumi would be cutting him off and grabbing your attention.
a few weeks ago, satoru was coming home with megumi, after picking him up from school. carrying the kid on his shoulders, megumi was saying this and that about wanting to visit your place. satoru was going to say yes, until: he detected you with someone else.
and that someone else ended up being suguru.
you both were chatting casually, it seemed you had also returned from work and stopped by to chat with suguru while little yuji was running around the playground with another child. watching at how you two interacted triggered satoruâ the way you two smiled and laughed together, the way you tapped his arm when he said something that made you laugh. suguru was much bigger than he was, and definitely had more of the ladiesâ attention.
however, in hindsight, satoru mistook your gestures and friendliness towards suguru as having feelings for him instead.
therefore, satoru suddenly became harsher towards youâ but only because he was jealous of suguru and believing you liked him instead. even though his best friend didnât show any display of affection towards you, satoru remembered the first impression you gave to suguru: âsheâs pretty,â he complimented, but nothing else.
honestly, satoru felt quite immature to act like this. you werenât even his girlfriend and even if you did like suguru, there wasnât anything he could do about it.
satoru walked to his room, feeling utterly exhausted but still reached for his coat. as megumi wanted, he was going to deliver the message about him being allowed to go to your house on saturday to you, as well as remind you again about the rent.
the walk took no less than five minutes, though satoru often paused his steps or made circles because he felt anxious seeing you. of course, earlier he did see you when the kids were greeting you, but you barely even looked at him: at least, thatâs what he perceived.
and when satoru approached the front of your door, he began anticipating as he hesitantly raises his hand to knock on the door. he leans back slightly, biting his lower lips as he thinks about what to say once you open the door. âhey, just wanted to say that megumi canââ no, that wasnât a good idea, he thought. âitâs time to pay your rentââ well, not that either.
satoru shook his head, trying to surpass the feelings of nervousness before knocking on the door. and well, he mustâve knocked way too hard since the door cracked open. he stood there puzzled, and for a moment, he thought you were already on the other side. but realizing it was silent, he pushed the door open.
the first thing satoru noticed was the broken vase on the floor, causing his eyes to widen. did someone break in? is someone threatening her, is that why she canât pay rent? dozens of thoughts were processing through his head as he enters further into your apartment, swallowing hard as more anxiety crawled up his back.
â[name]?â satoru calls out, and when you didnât answer, he panicked even more. were you hurt? did something else happen here that he couldnât grasp? satoru knew you lived alone, often inviting several friends or family members over but there was never anyone who looked threatening or intimidating to cause harm.
your apartment was clean, even though there were boxes and other things stuffed in corners and shelves, and there were no signs of any other damage aside from the broken vase. pulling out his phone, he readied to dial anyone. satoru was approaching your room at that point, bottled in his own thoughts as he looked aroundâ he stands ahead of your bedroom door, realizing it was slightly cracked open, enough to where you can see the bed.
however, what satoruâs eyes laid upon was something unexpected.
the sight of you lying back on your bed, thighs spread open with your panties and underwear pushed down to your ankles, soft moans circulating the room caused blood to rush quick to satoruâs dick. while you were in your own world, satoru had been worried that something terrible mightâve happened to you. but you were just.. masturbating?
âf-fuck.. satoru..â
satoruâs eyes widened more when he hears you call out his name, causing his heart to thump and cheeks to burn red. were you imagining him right now? were you thinking about him touching you like that? the tightness of satoruâs pants began to poke out, throbbing nearly in pain as he watches you pleasure yourself because of him.
âneed you to fuck me.. please..â your pleas and whines reached satoruâs ears like a melody, and he swore he could cum just by the sound of your pretty voice.
was this how you sounded like? was this how you moaned his name? it was driving satoru mad, making him want to push that door open and fuck you just like how you wanted. but, he felt like a creepâ just standing there and watching.
satoru continued to watch you pleasure yourself before getting lost in his own thoughts, not remembering his phone in his other hand and dropping it to the ground. the loud thud causes the two of you to snap back into realityâ sending you into an alert state and satoru into a panicked one. he cursed himself under his breath as he tries picking up his phone to quickly scatter out, but by now, you were already by the door.
âwhoâs thereâ?!â you nearly shouted, ready to attack and defend yourself against the person. but you were caught by surprise when you made eye contact with satoru.
the room became silent, as you both awkwardly stood and stared at each other for who knows how long. the embarrassment immediately got back to you, causing your face to burn and you could barely even formulate a proper response as satoru rubs the back of his neck.
âg-gojoâŠâ you anxiously let out, averting your gaze in another direction. you could barely look him in the eyes.
âi didnât mean to watch- or, i mean disturb you. i came at a wrong time, iâm sorry,â satoru slips out the response, also looking elsewhere while glancing back at you several times.
âyou were watching..?â your face shoots up and satoruâs face nearly went pale.
âi- i just wanted to let you know that megumi is allowed to come over saturday, he wanted me to deliver the message!â satoru switches the topic as you avoid eye contact with him again.
âoh⊠i see,â you reply. the atmosphere was severely awkward, and you both didnât know what to exactly or utter. âguessââ
âneed help?â he blurts, eyes lowering back to you.
âhelp?â your eyes remain wide in shock and you can feel your heart pulsate quicker, nearly making your legs weak. you try to avoid gazes with him, but satoru reaches for your wrist just to get your attention.
satoru can feel his dick throb knowing that your needy pussy was underneath those tight shorts of yours, being forced to act normal when rubbing your thighs together out of embarrassment. he only imagines how wet you areâ no, to feel how wet you are, to really know what kind of filthy girl you are. it was turning him on, and it was obvious from the bulge in his pants.
âi mean, from the way you were moaning my name, i figured you did,â satoru replies in a hushed tone, sending chills down your spine.
the moment was cut short when satoru leans in to kiss you, shocking you even more, but you instantly melted into his lips. you kissing him back with immense passion drove satoru insane, now that he figured out he had been the one all this time. he pushes his tongue pass your lips and into your mouth, hungrily searching for your tongue. you both share several soft groans before satoru grinds himself against you, allowing you to feel his erected dick.
âfeel that?â satoru whispers when he leaned his head back to catch a quick breath, only receiving a small nod from you. ââm so fucking hard, just because of you. gonna do something about that?â
âmhm.. of course..â you shyly replied, looking up at him with those nubile eyes.
you eventually find yourself on top of satoru, completely undressed aside from your soaked panties. you were facing his hard cock that was still being suffocated underneath his pants, meanwhile, satoru was beginning to tease your clothed clit with his middle finger. it made you whine, since you havenât felt anotherâs touch in so long.
satoru pushes the material of your underwear to the side, getting a good view at your soaking cunt just dying to have someoneâs cock drilled inside. âso pretty ând perfect,â he whispers, his breath softly blowing against your clit.
âo-oh.. satoru,â you moan, feeling his tongue lap over your slit.
satoru circles his tongue around your clit, sucking it several times before working around your wet folds and pushing slightly pass them into your sopping cunt. you can feel ecstasy pump throughout your entire body, all just from his tongue.
âfuck.. your tongue- feels sâgood..â you utter through your soft moans. âalways fantasized you eating my pussy out like this.. a-ah..â
âyeah?â satoru hums, bringing a finger to rub circles on your clit while his tongue messily explored your cunt, licking and slurping all of your arousal that gradually coated down to his chin. your words dumped roughly on him, making his dick throb. âfucking hell. suck me off too, angel. need to feel your mouth around me.â
you push satoruâs pants down, along with his boxers that immediately causes his cock to spring out. you hold a breath as you take his length into your hand, watching as his pre-cum leaked out. you start with a lick around his tip, gathering the pre-cum on your tongue and earning a soft grunt against your pussy from him.
pushing your head down, you begin winding your tongue around his girth, sucking several times while pumping the rest with your hand. satoruâs cock twitches several times, nearly becoming sensitive under your touch and warm mouth. he proceeds to fuck your pussy with his tongue, thumbing your clit that causes your moans to vibrate around him.
âmm- âtoru-â
âhush, baby. âts okay, donât want ya to choke. unless you like that,â satoru whispers, sinking his tongue into your pussy again, trying to slurp up all of your wetness. his nose easily brushes against your aching hole, sending you waves of pleasure.
you push satoruâs cock further into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, trying to maintain a pace. you could barely focus due to satoruâs tongue lapping your vulva and folds, inching into your cunt as if heâs marking as his territory. the tip of his cock softly slams against your throat, slowly pooling your eyes with tears.
âdonât forget to breathe, baby. oh fuck- keep sucking my cock like that- mhm- good girl,â satoru praises, grunting as he feels your mouth taking almost all of him. you could barely even handle it, yet youâre trying so hardâ it was amusing, in a cute way.
your muffled moans sync with the sloppy sounds of your cunt being lavished with satoruâs tongue, the pad of his fingers rubbing your clit faster and causing you to reach an orgasm. grinding your hips slowly on satoruâs face was enough to tell him that, and he uses his other hand to slap the fat of your ass, eventually gripping it.
âgonna cum, baby. s-shit, in your mouth?â satoru glances at you, noticing you were bobbing your head as a response.
when satoruâs warm cum shoots into the back of your throat, it causes you to orgasm at the same time. your legs twitch from the sensations, but capturing his load was the main thing occupying your mind. youâd never thought youâd be situated with satoru like thisâ itâs just as if your fantasies are becoming a reality.
swallowing his cum, you push your head away and inhale several breaths while coughing lightly. shortly enough, you feel satoru pulling you back against him and turning your head. after sharing a long and sloppy kiss, he pins you on the mattress, spreading your thighs apart so that heâs in between them.
from what you could see, he was still hard. very hard. his aching tip was pressed against your entrance, teasing your clit and making you whimper. glancing up at him, you could see his flushed faceâ full of energy, arousal, and passion.
âd-do we need lube?â you innocently inquired, which choked a soft chuckle from satoru.
ânot at all, baby. youâre so wet. feel that? feel how wet you are?â satoru hums when he guides his tip along your wet entrance, hoping itâd be an enough of a satisfying answer. you only nod, giving satoru a look and he reassures you with another kiss. âiâm gonna put it in now. tell me if it hurts, âkay?â
ââkay..â you nod, biting your lower lips.
satoru groans as he inserts his cock past your folds, pushing your walls apart that clenches around him each time he inched deeper. you gasped as both hands went around his biceps and your fingers press into the skin, notably marking the area. your walls fluttered around him, accepting his thick and hard cock so earnestly.
âfeel okay, love?â satoru questions, glancing down at you.
âmhm.. iâm okay, âtoru..â you reply, indicating for him to move.
satoru slowly begins to move his hips, groaning at the feeling of your pussy when his cock slips in and out. for you, his cock was already kissing your most sensitive places that had moans fall from your mouth constantly. satoru gropes one your breast, pinching the nipple with two fingers as he nudges your deepest parts.
âf-fuck! satoru- your cock feels soso good-â you cry out when his pace fastens, nearly having your eyes roll back.
so, this is how her pussy feels like? satoru was lost in his own mind, lost in the feeling of your pussy. he was already addicted, wanting to be inside you forever and be able to dump his cum into you. to him, youâre perfect: everything about you is. he loved the feeling of your soft and delicate skin rubbing against his own, aside from your pussy kissing around his cock.
âyou fantasize about this too, angel? fantasize about my cock fucking into your pussy like this?â satoru huffs as his thrusts initially became quickerâ rougher, nearly filling you entirely up.
âyes! yes, âtoru. always fantasizing about it.. about you- ngh..â
you could feel a knot slowly forming in your core as his cock continues to stimulate pleasure to your pussy. you could care less about the neighborâs ears, knowing that another tenantâs room was on the other side of your headboard. as of right now, your landlord was fucking you, just like how youâve always imagined about. the fact turned you on even more.
satoru groans, now pounding his cock into you, deep to the point itâs kissing your womb. the sound of skin slapping circulating the air along with your moans, making the room scream perfect sex. satoru presses a finger against your lips, signaling you to lower your voice when loud knocks on the wall is heard, telling you both to shut up. but how could you?
âi canât- âtoru. feels so good- âts too much-â you cry out, bringing his finger into your mouth and swirling your tongue over.
ânaughty girl. you really want to get a noise complaint, donât you?â satoru chuckles, before throwing both of your legs over his shoulders. well, since heâs the landlord he could just dismiss the complaint whenever it came through.
âwant them to know- how good you fuck me.â
and how could satoru deny such request? wrapping his hands around your thighs and pushing them against his chest, he pummels his cock deeper into you, getting screams out of your mouth. your breasts bounced each thrust, matching the gentle slams of the headboard ramming into the wall.
the angle of the position allowed satoruâs cock to perfectly grind against your g-spot, which is already sending you towards your next orgasm. his balls slaps against your vulva as he penetrates his cock deeper and deeper, feeling your walls clench around him each time.
you donât know how long itâs been until youâre on your knees and hands, ass in the air as satoru fucks you from behind after another orgasm. gripping onto the sheets, you repeatedly cry out his name, just to feel his dick twitch inside of you.
âyouâre such a perfect girl, you know that?â satoru proceeds to blurt out compliments, caressing your skin and pressing soft kisses on your shoulder blades to your neck. right now, he was just grateful that itâs himâ that he is the one able to do this with you.
âsa-satoruâ ngh- iâm cumming-â
satoru was close to cumming too. he wanted to dump his next cum load into you, stuff you up to the brim and feel you milk him dry. âcum on my cock, baby. câmon,â he encourages, pushing your hips back with both of his hands as you reach your climax.
âcum in me, âtoru! pleasee!â you cry out next, turning your head to make eye contact with him.
satoruâs eyes wide at the sight of your lewd expression, telling him to fill you up. and so he does. he does a final deep thrust, dumping his heavy and warm load all saved just for you. satoru feels your walls pulsate around him just before he slips his cock out.
from there, you both remain in silence once more, catching breaths before satoru collapses on top of you.
âthree months..â satoru whispers against your ear, utterly confusing you.
âwhat?â
âiâll give you three months free of rent, maybe more if you go on a date with me.â
âthatâs not fair to the other tenants though.â
âthey donât have to know.â
you giggle, turning around so that youâre completely facing him. cupping his cheeks into your hand, you lean in to give him a kissâ a more subtle kiss. âalright then. a date is settled.â
as satoru entered his apartment, he was surprised to stumble uponâ a rather, agitated suguru. arms crossed over his chest, it seemed as if satoru had done something to piss him off.
âsuguââ
âdo you know how many times iâve called you? 17 times! i even messaged you and you answered none of them!â suguru rambled and satoru easily noticed fumes erupting from his ears. âyou should be grateful that megumi can take care of himself.. gosh, heâs only what? seven? i canât believe you left him home alone. what if something bad happened?â
âlookâ suguruââ
âugh, whatever. i made sure megumi got to school safely with yuji. make sure you pick them up later and drop them off at [name]âs house, we have a meeting this evening,â suguru cuts satoru off again as he grabs his coat, not leaving any room for satoru to explain.
âsuguruââ
âwhy do you look like you just..â suguru pauses once he got a good observation of satoruâs appearance. âdid you drink last night?â
âwhâ what? ABSOLUTELY not!â satoru defends himself.
âuh huh.. hurry up and get ready,â suguru dismisses it once more before leaving the apartment.
well, guess satoru didnât really need an explanation after all.
LOAFGETO. thank you for reading! please do not copy my work or publish in another media without my permission.
a/n: me after using the word cock
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đđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ : The start of the spring semester is supposed to be fresh and new, not be cramped up in a closet with your frenemy at a party! And what's worse: you actually like the feeling of his lips on yours!?
đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ: Gojo x fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern + college AU - frenemies to lovers - Gojo and reader are at least age 20 - implied that reader is a virgin - first kiss - awakening feelings - virginity loss - kissing/making out in a closet - thigh riding - grinding/humping - sex in shared rooms; college dorms (empty) - breast fondling + sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - orgasm denial- clitoral play (sucking, pinching and swiping) - missionary position - protected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up) - pet names (baby, cutie, gorgeous, pretty, princess, sweetie) - cameos: Utahime, Geto, Shoko and Mei Mei - humor bc I'm [not] funny - mention of vaginal pain, spit and tears - not proofread; will do tmrw.
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đđźđđĄđšđ«'đŹ đđšđđ: yessirrrr let's get this party started, shall we? >:333 plz enjoy the first part of this series!! and tysm for 5.3k !!! y'all are too kind && happy bday to my gal, jazzy!! hope you enjoyed your special day, jazzy jam c:
âGO FUCK YOURSELF, SATORU GOJO!â
âBETTER THAN FUCKING YOU, Y/N L/N!â
âTheyâre at it again already, huh?â
âYeah, man, itâs going to two oâclock. Might as well enjoy the show.â
College is hard enough as is. The fact that youâre now back for the spring semester is tiring enough, wanting to get these classes over with and wrap this up. Spring, Easter, and Summer break are just right around the corner, the cherry on top for this exhausting second half of your junior year. Those are the end goals!
But alas, the semester just started. The students scramble around buying their textbooks and switching courses around, struggling to make final move-in decisions and already stressing over seasonal depression at this time of year. Spring semester, huh? Same old, same old.
Although there are negatives that make it nerve-racking, there are still good things that come with this junior year. Finally over with winter break, youâre excited to be back to living with your roommates, Utahime, Mei Mei, and Shoko! Theyâre your girlfriends for a reason; missing hanging and stressing with them as they made your college experience much better than you expected.Â
And it doesnât end there, either! You missed study sessions at the campus cafĂ© with your second-year peers, Yu Haibara and Kento Nanami. The two best friends always help with your studies whenever they need it. And, of course, you canât forget about their roommate and your friend, Geto. The tall, raven-haired Biology major is always looking out for you and paying visits to study with Shoko. There was even a time he helped with a mouse situation in your dorm! Poor Utahime that day â saw the rodent when she came out of the shower.
However, youâre not exactly thrilled to see everyone after coming back. You throwing a middle finger at someone on the opposite side of the pathway should be evidence of such. âOh, go jump off a cliff, Gojo!â
âHah! I wouldnât give you the satisfaction!â Satoru Gojo was the direct roommate of Suguru Geto, best friend of his and Shoko, and was the star player of the campus basketball team. But most of all, heâs the kid you despise with every fiber of your being. âIâd be more entertained with you slipping on some ice.â
âOh, you wish! I saw you slip on some ice yesterday on your way to Professor Yagaâs class.â You puff your chest with pride when you see the white-haired guy suck his teeth in annoyance. âMade my whole day, what a fucking moron. How about slowing down next time? You were late anyway!âÂ
Snowy brows furrow with a scoff. âGod, you really are a perfect roommate for Utahime; the both of you are so tiny and angry at the world around you for no reason.âÂ
Utahime, standing beside you during this yelling competition, decides to chip in after that remark. She almost popped a vein, âWHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY, SATORU!?âÂ
âYou heard me!â He barks a laugh at the two of you, turning around to go on his way. âHeard itâs gonna snow later tonight. Be sure to find a nice, big, puffy jacket and some boots so the storm doesnât swipe you away, Y/n~.â
âIâll be sure to shove an icicle up your ass before that, you fucker!â You turn on your heel and stomp your way out of the scene, Utahime following your move. âHmph! Hate his ass so muchâŠâ
âTch, right there with you.â Your roommate sighs heavily to exude the aggression. âBut damn, the way you two go at it is worse than mine.âÂ
She is not wrong; itâs true â everyone within the campus grounds knows how much you and Gojo canât stand each other. Itâs no secret; at least you two make that apparent everywhere you go. This little feud between you started freshman year with you two in the same first-year engagement program. Tiny disagreements turned into narrowed glares, which then pivoted into prominent arguments, and now here we are.Â
You hoped that freshman year would be the last youâd ever see of that snow-haired prude. Unfortunately, you were wrong. The year after, you were unhappy to discover heâs best buds and roomies with Geto. And whatâs worse is that you were ill-fated to share a class with him every semester â especially this one with Professor Naga for Contemporary Issues. Is this the universeâs way of punishing you for something? For what!??Â
Youâve been a good kid, doing what you can and getting the grades that brought you merit and accolades. So, you donât get how this one guy with his stupid round sunglasses is getting under your skin. So fucking annoyingâŠ
You hate him. You hate everything about him. From the way he immediately gives you a smug look when you walk into the room and take your seat right in front of him. The way he surprises you from behind because he finds your reactions amusing. The way he relentlessly calls your name to get your attention when youâre obviously ignoring him, even when he doesnât need you for something.Â
It all makes you heated. You hate Satoru Gojo. I hate him so much!
ââŠhear me?âŠY/n?â
You blink, realizing you were too deep in thought for your ears to pick up Utahime calling out for you. âHmm? Whatâs up?â
She pulls out the keys to the dorm from her coat. âSo? You coming along?â
Huh? âWhere are you going?â
âTo Haibaraâs get-together?â
Oh, hell no! âNo, Uta. I think Iâll stay here.â
The dark-haired girl watches you walk past her when she opens the door. âWhy?? Itâs the first Friday night of the semester; itâs not gonna be a big party or anything. Just close friends.â
âWhat are we talking about?â Shoko chimes in after leaving the bathroom, brushing her teeth with sleepy eyes. âHaibaraâs thing tonight?â
Utahime nods hurriedly at the drowsy nursing student. âIâm trying to convince Y/n to come!â
The brunette shrugs at the comment, following you two to your room. âWell, itâs not like Iâm going either.â She snickers when the eldest dark-haired roommate turns to her with a hurt expression. âSorry. I already have notes I need to get behind on. You can tell the guys I said hi, though.âÂ
Another sigh leaves Utahime as she puts her bag on her desk. ââŠMei Meiiiii,â
âYesss~?â The fourth roommate calls out from the hallway.Â
âAre you going?â
âMmmm, not sure.â Mei Mei comes to the doorframe, her long silverish-blue hair done in pigtails with a green skin-care mask covering her face. âGot a meeting for my club to head to later. And even then, it might still be a while for me to join, depending on if people are hanging out afterward.âÂ
Now is when the raven-haired roommate whines to her hands before she turns back to you, sitting on your bed. âY/n, please, come with me!â
You donât give in to her cries. âNo, think Iâll stay and keep Shoko company.â
But she doesnât give up. âPlease! Itâs just a small group of friends and maybe a few classmates Haibaraâs familiar with. No biggie!â
âSmall group of friends, huh?â
âYes!â
âYou know who else are his friends?â You lift a brow when she does the same. âHis roommates: Nanami, Geto, andââ
âGojoâŠâ Utahime completes your sentence in defeat, understanding why your reluctance is present.Â
âSorry, Uta. Maybe next time.âÂ
Now, youâre not saying youâve never been to the guysâ place before; they reside on the other side of campus where senior housing is (Nanamiâs pick because heâs an RA). However, itâs the first Friday night of the semester. Meaning itâs the first free weekend for most students. And youâre going to ruin everyoneâs fun by being in the same place as Gojo? Yeah, no thanks.
That is until Mei Mei says, âActually, I heard from a friend that the basketball team are planning on going out somewhere tonight.â
Shoko adds on while taking out her toothbrush to properly speak to her friends. âYeah, now that you mention it, Gojo told me he probably wonât be at the place in the first place. Something about meeting up with a group for one of his classes.â
All separate reasons from different accounts, yet that only fuels Utahime to beam out of her mini-depression and face you once more. âSee? Gojo wonât be there by the time we get there! Heâll be busy with a group project â or whatever â and will hang with his sports buddies. So, you up for it now?âÂ
Your brows trench down. âIâŠI donât knowââ
If thereâs one thing the oldest roommate is good at, itâs not giving up. And itâs because she bats her pretty brown eyes and gives you the most grandiose pleading puppy face she can. Itâs the oldest manipulation tactic in the book, yet it works by making your heart cringe.
Of all things to be dragged into now, it was a party? The semester just started, and you havenât even touched a single piece of reading yet. Is this a good idea? You canât really go based on the perspective of your roommates because whatâll happen on the off-chance you do see Gojo? The thought of it is already headache-inducing.
Then again, itâs the first time since last semester that youâll be able to see the other guys. You didnât say goodbye to Geto and Haibara before break because they were swarmed with finals, and Nanami was gone the moment he found out all his exams were take-home. Youâre not much for parties, to be quite honest. Regardless, it would be nice to catch up on the gang and see how theyâre doing before we all revert to non-stress-free college life.
You release a sigh through your nostrils before making your decision begrudgingly. â...Donât make me regret this.â
âââ ââ ââ â âââ
I regret this so fucking muchâŠ
Well, this night was going to be quite a drag. Why? Letâs go over the reasons, shall we?
Turns out, the party that was supposedly at Haibaraâs dorm? So, it turns out, there was a change of plans, and to be relocated somewhere else â like outside campus grounds. Screw walking, you and Utahime had to go by car with Geto to go to the party, following down the main street into this big, beautiful neighborhood and parking by a big house. Perfect for housing an event for many people to drink, dance, and vibe.
Oh yeah, that was another thing, too; the many that were attending this fucking party. Word got out about the get-together, so, of course, lots of people wanted to come and celebrate the first weekend. So, not only are you outside campus grounds, but now youâre forced to interact with a crowd rather than a small group of people. You practically have been to every corner of the place to disassociate with people you didnât know.Â
So, where are you now? Upstairs in one of the bedrooms, where the bass of the speakers downstairs can be heard. Youâre not alone â sitting in a circle with Utahime, Geto, and a couple of other kids whoâre present at your university. Whatâs happening in the room? Just a chill game of truth, drink, or seven minutes in heaven; either you answer truthfully to a question or drink to avoid it, or go to the closet and do what you want with the person who spun the bottle on you.
But, there was nothing chill about the game, and the players would agree to that notion apprehensively. Because you most definitely silently dreading every second of this entire night. Why? How about asking the person across you that youâve been glaring at since you opened the bedroom door and saw his face?
Apparently, as word got out about the party, the college basketball team heard about it and decided to come and celebrate. Meaning the whole team is at this party. Letâs say that again: the entire basketball team â all the players â are here to enjoy the party.
The person who stood across from you sat criss-cross with long, jean-covered legs, leaning with his hands behind him, a navy blue sweatshirt, and dark round shades that cover his eyes that you know are looking dead at you. And a smug grin that patronizes you to the core.
You peer next to you, giving Utahime the nastiest look you can. And the eldest could only meekly mumble an âIâm sorryâŠâ with twiddled thumbs.
Satoru Gojo looked at you, and you frowned right back at him. The tense atmosphere between you two was enough to suffocate the other players. Some players would try to break the tension by playing the game. But even then, it was still strenuous. One girl rolled the bottle on Geto, to which he picked âtruthâ and answered her question: âHow did you and Gojo meet?â
Even though he didnât pick the option, heâd take a small swig of his beer. âSatoru and I have been friends since middle school â same with my other bud, Shoko. Weâve been inseparable since, and now weâre here.â
A guy spun the bottle on Utahime and asked, âWere you ever interested in Gojo?â The raven-haired girl sucked her teeth and took a chug, drinking the whole thing in one sig.Â
âHmph! Iâd rather drink sweat from Professor Gakunajiâs crusty beard and eyebrows!â Sheâd admit after a burp.
âAhaha! Thatâs a sight Iâd like to see,â Gojo would chuckle at her insult, prompting a few around him to laugh. âBet youâd get more satisfaction from it than being with me anyway.âÂ
The senior rolls her eyes before opening another bottle. âFucking bastardâŠâ
Another spin to the bottle after a couple comes out of the closet all close and giggly. This time, it lands on you. Some bubbly girl who had her eyes all up on Gojo, her nipple piercings able to be seen from her crop tee, was the one who spun it. She asks you, âY/n, could you please tell me why you hate Satoru so much?â
You couldnât fight the twitch of your eye. Of fucking course. Youâre in no mood to drink, and you barely know this girl to think of being in the closet with her. You exhale through your nostrils, ââŠ.Weâre friends, to an extent.â
âTo an extent?â She kept asking more questions with a naive tone.
Oh, drop it, will you? And why are you referring to him by his first name like you know him? âWeâreââ
âThey mean that weâre kinda friends, kinda not.â Of course, nothing can be to yourself because the white-haired nuisance went ahead and answered your question. âTheyâre friends with my roomies, and my friends are their roomies. So, I guess that makes us friends by association. At least thatâs the only way to see it since we nearly argued our heads off freshman year.â
You scoff with narrowed eyes, âBy association, huh.âÂ
He quirks a brow up. âMhmm.â
Good God, the more you two throw invisible daggers at each other, the more uncomfortable people feel being in this room. Oh, but donât worry; the night gets even worse. Three turns later, it was your turn to spin the bottle. And â sit with me here â guess just who it lands on? Bingo! Satoru Gojo.
The hushed gasps that filled the room were telling; it was bound to happen, but no one thought it would happen. The star-crossed haters spun the bottle and landed on each other. And since Gojo doesnât drink (and he finds the questions rather lackluster), he chooses to closet. The gasps were louder that time, and your blood began to boil.
The first time it happened was uneventful; itâs what you preferred. After the door closed, you told him, âDonât even think about touching me.â It was just pure silence for the entire seven minutes. You sat on one side of the emptied closet while Gojo was on the other. There were the occasional sniffles of your nose and his loud yawns. But other than that, you two stayed at your respective sides of the closet. Seven minutes of no words, just keeping to yourself and watching the lava lamp in your corner be your light.Â
You two survived the first set of seven minutes, not a scratch on either of you, to everyoneâs thankful stars. Keywords: first set. Because why wouldnât there be more?Â
When it got to Gojoâs turn, he spun the bottle and got you! So, here you are, walking into the closet again with your notorious opp. You swore to God this had to be the universeâs way of toying with you as if the start of this semester wouldnât be a handful to deal with already.Â
Youâre back on your side of the closet, groaning at your hands. Itâs okay, Y/n, calm down. You can sit through another seven minutes. You got this! Donât even act like heâs thereâŠ
And so you compose yourself, watching the heated, yellow wax of the purple lava lamp prompt up to the top to cool and sink back down. Six minutesâŠFiveâŠFourâ
âSo, letâs say, hypothetically,â your eyelids closed shut for your eyes to roll freely. âI asked for a little something-ââ
âI guess I shouldâve added no talking, too. Thought that was rather self-explanatory to you.â You shut him down quickly. âAnd I thought I said donât even think of touching me.â
âWell, youâre not in control of my brain,â you donât have to turn your head to know that the fucker is looking at you. âBesides, I did say hypothetically.â
This motherfucker⊠âWell, then, Iâd, hypothetically, break every single one of your fingers and give them to Mei Mei so she can sell them to all your fangirls.â
âHah! Nice to know you see me of high value.â He shifts his feet around from their crisscrossed position. âBet youâd keep one of them.â
You scoff. âOh, donât flatter yourself! Iâm annoyed just from not looking at you; what the fuck would I need your stupid finger for.âÂ
âHmmm, I can think of many, likeââ
âDo not finish that sentence, Gojo.â Your tone dialed lower; a warning. He notices it, bringing his hands up defensively.Â
âJeez, lighten up, Y/n.â He says while leaning against the back wall. âWith an attitude like that, no other guy or gal in that room will ever want to be in a closet with you.âÂ
Oh, you donât say, fuckface! âI barely want to be in this closet with you. Hell, I didnât even want to be here! I only came for Utahime, assuming it would be a small partyâŠHow the hell did you even get here? I thought the basketball team was going out somewhere.âÂ
âAwww, you spying on me, Y/n?â Oh, you hate his fucking snicker, shoving a middle finger in his direction. âWe were supposed to be at some restaurant joint, but a few of the crew flunked out on us and said theyâd go to some âbig party,â then everyone wanted to go, and now weâre here. You know I donât like alcohol, but I just tagged along because Suguru was here. I didnât know about you, though.âÂ
You bring your hands to your face to sigh in private. âWe gotta stop meeting like thisâŠItâs like I can never escape you.â
ââŠIs that a bad thing?âÂ
You open your mouth to refute, but no words leaveâŠ.Huh?
That wasâŠ..odd. Why did he ask that question like that: you couldnât detect a remnant of childish malice heâd been throwing at you back and forth. Even when you faced him, his face was straight ahead. But when you donât answer, his left eye goes to his peripheral to look at you.
What theâŠIs he being genuine right now?Â
You gaze at him briefly before turning away, âIâŠ.I donât know.â He hums to your response. ââŠ.Do you think so?â
Gojo shrugs. âCanât say so either.â You hum at him back, and the silence takes over once again.
Okay, now things are even more awkward. You came into this closet with irritation, yet somehow, it vanished into thin air. It was the one thing thatâs been constant throughout this evening. Now that itâs gone, you can only replay the moment from a few seconds ago in your head.Â
Is it a bad thing? Why would he ask that? Of course, itâs a bad thing! Has he forgotten how much hostility we have for each other? Jesus ChristâŠ.Wait, why did he say he didnât know either? What does that even mean!!??
âYou look nice.âÂ
YouââŠâŠIâm sorry, what???
The way you snapped your head back to him, you couldâve sworn you heard your neck crack. Holy fuck, why the hell was he looking at you right now? His round glasses shine from the lava lamp, so you canât see his eyes.
âWhâŠ.What?â It was cold; the weather app said it would snow later tonight. Therefore, the temperatures and winds were unforgiving after sunset. So you took it upon yourself to dress warmly. It was all simple, just a hate, long-sleeved halter blouse that matched your black skirt â it was the only nice thing you had outside of regular leggings. And you covered your legs with black pantyhoses but decorated with cute white knitted leg warmers.Â
He repeated in a singing tune. âYou look nice.â
When it came to the white-haired guy in this closet with you, there were rare moments where you felt as though you were shocked by him. This was beyond astounding, the comment continuing to ring throughout your ears.
You blinked at him before averting your eyes down to your hands, trying to distract the increase of heat on your cheeks by intertwining your fingers together. ââŠ.Thank you, Gojo.â
âYeah, no problem,â heâd shrug again, chuckling to himself before adding on. âItâs way better than your other outfits. Baggy old sweatshirts, bags under your eyes even if youâre wearing glasses, sweatpants with stains. You look like a homeless librarian.â
Annnnnd just like that, with the drop of your quivering lip, all the warm feelings you felt for a minute evaporated in seconds. The anger returned with the twitch of a brow. ââŠTch, gee, thanks. I canât say the same for you.âÂ
âOh, you know you look cute when youâre jealous~.â
You almost busted a nerve. Who the hell are you calling, cute? âAs if. From the sound of it, you must be jealous of me; who told you to be looking and criticizing what I wear? Must be rough not being able to wear comfortable clothes all the time, huh?â
âShut the hell up,â he finally snaps, and you stick your tongue out in victory.
âNo, Iâll keep going! Iâm sorry, Mr. Perfect, but not everyone wants to put on their best outfits to impress you, not like your fangirls who get their best bras to push up their breasts for you to notice.â
âHuh, you lookinâ at other girls boobies? Wow, Y/n, never took you as a pervert.â He laughs at your look of pure anger. âYou are jealous, huh? That Iâm talking at other girls and not you? Awww, donât be so selfish; thereâs plenty of me to go around!âÂ
You snarl at him. âUgh, youâre so gross! I donât want anything to deal with you. So all those girls can have you and rip you to shreds for all I care. Let them know how much of a big fucking baby the wonderful, amazing Satoru Gojo is when he drops his ice cream on the floor and cries on Getoâs shoulders. Or that youâre such a lightweight that you accidentally vomited in Nanamiâs cup one time, which he threw at you...Or maybe I should tell them.â
His brows furrow, âYou wouldnât dare.â
âI would, and then some.â You smile smugly. âIn fact, Iâll go downstairs, grab that red punch, and spill it right on you in front of that girl next to you. Iâll make your hair look like strawberry shaved ice.âÂ
He leans his cheek against his fist with a huff. âI take it back; you donât look nice at all. So uncute.â
You gasped with trenched brows. âExcuse me!?â
âYou heard me, youâre uncute!â Yup, today was the day: youâre going to choke the hell out of this motherfucker. âI feel bad for any guy who would come into the closet with you, dealing with such a little devil.âÂ
âYouâre one to talk, dickhead! Other than you, Iâd much rather be stuck in this closet with anyone else â even Geto!â
âTaah, as if! I bet you never even had your first kiss with such an attitude like that.â
Again, you open your mouth to say something, yet words evade you at that very moment. And Gojo catches it quickly. Because his brows raise, lifting his head back up, eyes scanning your face.Â
Oh fuck.
â...â
Donât.
ââŠ.Y/n,â
Donât say it.
âYou never had your first kiââ
He couldnât finish that sentence, thank God, because the phone alarm from the outside rang. Seven minutes are up â this session is up, so you quickly stood up and opened the closet door.Â
With swift feet, you sit back next to Utahime, your eyes downcast to the bottle, avoiding Gojoâs feet coming around and taking his spot across from you. Your roommate perks at your silence, âYou okay, Y/n?â
A nod is offered to her, âYeah, Iâm fine.â No, you werenât. Your heart was pounding like crazy, your skin dropping in color. And you can feel the eyeballs from across boring into your being. âLetâs just keep playing.â
And so the game carried on from Gojoâs turn. Your eyes could only ever look at the bottle, hoping it would never land on you from there on out. But that would be the easy way out, and â as life is â nothing goes your way when you want it to be.
Because when it gets to your turn, you watch with patient eyes as the glass spins on the cold hardwood floor. One spin goes by, and another swings around. Finally, it stops, the neck of the bottle pointing vertically from you, and your whole figure washes in dread with the hushed sounds of exclamation of the other people in the room.Â
Alas, the bottle pointed to Gojo. It was inevitable â you couldnât avoid his presence since the last session anymore. You look at him, your brows scrunched with mercy. But he points to the closet with his chin, and you follow his lead to the small space with anxiousness at every step.Â
Back to your respective stations in the closet. You can only use the mesmerizing wax of the lava lamp as a sort of comfort â a distraction for your nerves that are at an all-time high.Â
Why were you so nervous? All he did was ask if you ever had your first kiss taken. Yeah, thatâs the problem! Why did he have to know that!? Ughhhh, I shouldâve just lied or somethingâŠNow what? Will he make fun of me for not having my first kiss taken yet? What is this, middle school!?? The thoughts in your head were a battle to deal with, one personal worry after another.
But all that washes away when the silver-haired guy finally breaks the quiet after a minute. ââŠWanna kiss me?â
It felt like your heart dropped at that abrupt question; the warm circulation coursing through your body transitioned to an ice-cold sensation. Your breathing stops, and your eyes shoot wide at the person youâre with. ââŠ.WhaâŠ.What did you say?â
He doesnât hesitate at your request. âWanna kiss?â
HaveâŠ.Have you lostââyour mind!? Why would you ask me that??â You whisper yelled at him so the people outside donât hear you.
He shrugs nonchalantly. âWhy not?â
Why not?!? âGojo, you canât be serious. Just because I never had my first kiss doesnât mean I need it to happen this instant! Are you that much of a horndog that youâd askââ
âLet me explain, alright!?â He yells in whispers back with a hand raised to stop your rambling, and you hold your tongue. âListen, Iâm not asking to be a dick, okay? I just thought thatâŠya know, being in a place of strangers, someoneâs bound to be in this closet with you and ask you for a kiss.â
Your face screws to a magnificent expression of confusion you could ever contour. âWhâWhy are you concerned about who I kiss? Itâs not like Iâd agree orââ
âYeah, but like, what if they did, huh?â His azure eyes peek from above his sunglasses. The sharpness they carried told you he was serious about this â like he was serious about you. ThatâŠThat was so off of him. âWhat if some weirdo forces themself on you and me and Geto canât help you in time, huh? I can think of two guys in this room whoâd probably do that.âÂ
It takes a few seconds for you to soak in his words, ââŠ.So? What are you getting at?â He opens his mouth but stops from saying something, his pointer finger up but back to a fist. You could tell; whatever he was thinking had him in mental turbulence.
He releases a deep sigh before saying, âIâm justâŠIâm saying, wouldnât it be better to have your first kiss with someone you know, at least?â
You couldnât believe he was saying such things to you. âAndâŠyou think youâre the one I shouldâŠ.kiss?â
ââŠ.I donât hear a no.âÂ
You wanted to refute that statement â challenge him or prove him wrong! You looked at his face, examining every feature to find an indication that whatever he was saying was just a way to get under your skin. He loves to poke fun at you, so why wouldnât he use this as a perfect opportunity?
However, you couldnât find anything. His eyes were sincere, stationed right back on yours. You saw his Adamâs apple move from a gulp, letting you know that he was a little nervous, too. And your gaze drifted to his mouth, the thought of his lips being on yours staining your brain for the first time. It was scary to think about, your heart racing to no end.Â
âY/n,â he said your name so quietly that you almost missed it. âDo you trust me?â
What an odd question to ask in this awkward atmosphere. Do you trust Satoru Gojo, the boy you would smack with a given chance? Heâs undoubtedly the most annoying person youâve ever bumped into â a thorn in your side since freshman year. He is such a tactless fool, doing and saying whatever he thinks comes to mind, picking on you like you were a child, and not taking you seriously when you wanted him to. You could list many things that you saw wrong with this guy.
Yet, he wasnât the worst. There hasnât been an instance where you felt uncomfortable around him, only annoyance. He was friends with Geto and Shoko; that alone should be enough to tell you heâs someone worth depending on. And even when you two would be tasked to do something together: sure, youâd suck your teeth and bicker til the cows come home. But at the end of the day, you still knew how to work with one another and get the job done.
In all things considered, Satoru Gojo was a nuisance. Even so, he was a nuisance you could depend on â to trust.Â
Breathing was a hard thing to do, taking in air and exhaling excruciatingly slow. You chew on your bottom lip and give him a curt nod. âIâŠI trust you, Gojo.â
He lets your answer sink in for a bit before he moves his position, his back to the wall while facing you, legs straight down to the ground. He pats on a thigh, âCâmere.â
Hesitance was there for a split second, but you followed his command and quietly maneuvered your way toward his direction, situating on top of his legs. Of course, you were anxious as hell; your ears and cheeks shared a warmth unbearable to host. Your figure being so close to his, you had to be dreaming.Â
But you werenât. The hands he placed on your waist prove so, earning a gasp to leave you. His voice is low for just the two of you to hear. âPut your hands on my shouldersâŠYa scared?â A slow nod is what you give him, and he chuckles lightly. âItâs okay. Try closing your eyes for me. Relax, Iâm not gonna do anything dumb.â
He only said that because of that look you gave him. He is going to do something to you â just nothing too rash.Â
âTrust me, pretty.â
Pretty? Yes, he just called you pretty. You were used to him calling you dumb names to get you riled up, yet none nearly sweet and fitting the mood like this one. It made your heart skip a beat.
With that, you held back reluctance when closing your eyelids. It made you a little uneasy, unable to see him in front of you, what he was doing, what he looked like while having you on him like this.
Suddenly, you squeak when something softly presses down to your clavicle. It was his lips.Â
He snickers, âYa know, I gotta admit.â He brings his mouth up your neck with kisses, your breath shaking with every peck, and your hands clinging onto his sweatshirt. âItâs kinda nice seeing you be all shy on top of me like this.â
âGo..jo...â you flinch at his soft kiss on your forehead, his hands rubbing your sides.
âDonât do that. Call me by my first name.â You can feel him bringing a hand to your cheek, caressing your bottom lip gently with his thumb. âI know you know it. I wanna hear it with your voice.â
Holy fuck, this got intense way too fast. He brings his nose close to yours, and you shiver at the contact. It only means heâs mere centimeters away. Thank God your eyes were closed now because you swear youâd turn to stone if you snuck a peek.
âS..SaâŠToruâMmmph!?â
And there it was, the inexorable. Gojoâs lips fleshed with yours softly, nothing too explicit or unpleasant for you. It was a simple kiss, yet it felt so foreign to you. Your first kiss had been with Satoru Gojo. What a momentous day.
It lasted a few seconds, your body stiff and hands balled to fists nonetheless. He removes from you with a soft noise between your lips, the heat from his face taken with him now that you have space to breathe. You open your eyes for him.
âThere ya go,â he says with a small smile, stroking your cheek with his thumb while his forefinger plays with your earlobe. âWas it so bad?âYou huffed, shaking your head no. Gojo hums, the hand on your waist gripping your flesh faintly. ââŠ.Can I kiss you again?â
Your breath hitched. It was a tiny request. One more wouldnât hurt, right? You nod, closing your eyes again and awaiting his move.
Gojo leans in and claims your lips again, a soft hum from him when his face is back on yours. The next one was a little more risquĂ© than the last, your bottom lip being taken by his playfully. The third kiss was where the mood dialed to a more wanton plane, him nibbling on your lip to allow him access. Itâs here that Gojo canât contain the reins, removing his glasses, âCome here, cutie.â
And you canât help yourself either, succumbing to these smooches while wrapping your arms around his neck. Gojoâs no better, snaking his hand to the back of your neck and his other sneaking down to your butt.
You break the kiss to inquire, âHahhhââŠyou pervert,â your eyes half-lidded.Â
He puffs a laugh, âWhaaat? I thought youâd like me to be touchy.â
You donât admit anything to him, just slamming your face to his again. You decided to be a little adventurous and lick his lips. Gojo senses the initiative and takes your tongue to suck on. The whimper you let out was too cute, egging him on to suck and tease the muscle more.Â
It makes you dwell in the moment more, your limbs no longer stiff, yet your hips subtly move voluntarily. The friction from your groin rubbing on his jean-covered thigh was strangely enticing, your restraint becoming lesser the more you moved. And it gets worse after both Gojoâs hands creep into your skirt and tease your ass with squeezes.
âAhhh, mmmm, Satoru..â you squeaked.Â
âRelax, baby,â there it goes again, another cute pet name to call you. He really knew how to get you going. âLet me take care of youâŠ.Mmmmâ
He shoves his tongue into your mouth â not too forceful to scare you, but enough to get that he is impatient. You moan to his mouth, a hand grabbing tuffs of his snowy hair.Â
His nose is pressed to your cheek like yours, and itâs getting harder to breathe now that things are getting intimate. But it all felt good, and the mood was just right. You rub your chasm onto his leg, which he lifts just a bit to make grazing your groin a little better. And God, the way his hands groped your butt, it turned you on even more.Â
Ohh fuck, tongues swirl around each other, your head begins to pound, and your ears ring from the heat on your face.. Oh, God, you could feel a hand come up to the top of your stocking, teasing its way down your skin and to the hem of your underwear. Please, pleaseâ
BEEP!! BEEEP!! BEEP!!
Even so, everything freezes in time, and both you and Gojo stop whatever youâre doing. Lips still on lips, your ass on his lap, and his middle and forefinger barely grazing the crack of your ass. Itâs here that everything hits you all at once: you are not the only one here â youâre not even in your room! Youâre still at the party you were dragged into, in some strangerâs bedroom closet, smooching with your supposed most hated person.Â
You immediately withdraw from him, Gojo removing his hands from you to put up defensively. Your hands rush to cover your lips, which are wet from spit. A thousand thoughts run around your head. Holy shit, what the hell was I doing!? Did I really just kiss Gojo? Satoru Gojo!? What was I thinking!!?
And Gojo didnât say anything, only gauging your reaction to see what goes from here. The light from the lava lamp behind you is sheltered, your silhouette drawn to cover the guy in front of you.Â
I need to leave. Thatâs your final thought, taking an immediate stand and storming out of the closet. Utahime noticed you make a beeline to the door, and the roommate pursues right behind you down the stairs. She moves past drunk dudes to grab your wrist, âY/n! Whatâs wrong â are you okay?â
Itâs time to lie. âYeah, Iâm okay. Just tired, you know.â You lead her to the broom closet where all the initial guestsâ jackets were stored. You grab for yours and put it on, âI think Iâm just gonna call an Uber and head back to campus before the snowfall.âÂ
Her face contorts to an expression of worry. âAre you sure? Iâll come with you; this place bugs anyââ
âNo, no. You donât have to worry, Uta.â You place a hand on her shoulder before she can move another step.Â
âWhen you say it like that, I canât help but worry.â
Your lips twinge to a smile to display faux comfort. âItâs okay, really. You donât have to ruin your fun for me. Besides, I saw some underclassmen waiting to speak with you all night somewhere down here.â
Utahime doesnât buy it, and you knew she doesnât. But thankfully, she doesnât try to fight with you and gives you the okay. She watches you open the door before leaving, âMake sure you call or text me when you get to our dorm!â
It made you laugh; the girl can be such an older sister. âDonât worry, Shokoâs still there, remember? Cya later, have fun!â
âBye, be careful!â A final warning to you before the roommate closes the door for you.
You spoke too soon. Now outside, snow was already falling to the ground, probably a few minutes earlier since it wasnât sticking to the ground yet. The little cold flakes touching the skin of your face were almost remedial, evening out the warmth of your cheeks.
You use this moment to recuperate from what transpired in that house. It was so out of the ordinary and was completely weirding you out, but not in a terrible way. It was more like odd-ish, strange, downright out of the norm. The more you think about it, visiting back to the senses of your hands in his hair, his slender fingers teasing the flesh of your butt, and the pillowy sensation of his lips glued to yours while whispering sweet thingsâŠ..
âŠ.Nope, the cold was not helping at all. There goes the warmness creeping back on your cheeks and ears. Let me hurry and get the fuck out of here, grabbing for your phone and unlocking it to find the Uber app.
âY/n!â
But before your thumb could press on the application, you instinctively turned around to see the door was open again. And the person who called out to you had your breath come to a complete stop.
Gojo closed the door behind him, coming down the driveway while hurriedly putting on his grey Chesterfield coat. âFuuuuuck, it got cold quick!â
âGâGojo!â You stuttered when out by the time he could make it to you. âWhatâs up? What are youââ
âI saw you werenât in the bedroom, and Geto told me you headed downstairs. You couldâve told me you were leaving; that fox with bangs was giving me an earful,â he stuffs his hands in his pockets and then curses. âFuck, I shouldâve checked for my gloves before I leftâŠ.Anyway, where are you heading off to?âÂ
You were a little taken aback. âUhhh, back to the dorms?â
âGreat!â He wraps an arm around your shoulders and walks with you down the road. âMy carâs over there; letâs hurry before we freeze to death.â
Huh? âHurry where??â
âHuh? Weâre going back to campus, no?â
We!? âTogether!?â
âYeah?â
âGojo, please!â You promptly removed yourself away from Gojo, standing in front of him. âWhy are you doing this? Why are you being all nice now?â
He shrugged âEhhhh? Are friends not supposed to give friends rides back home?â
âNo, not us! We arenât friends; weâre friends to an extent, remember!?â
âAhhh, stop being a baby. You act as if youâve never been in my care before.â You couldnât believe what you were hearing. Yeah, but not when Iâm alone with you, dummy! âCâmon, itâs gonna get colder with this snow.â
âOkay, justâStop!â Your hands go up to prevent them from getting any closer to you. He stops, the fallen flakes camouflaging with his hair. âGojoâŠ.you understand what just happened back there, right?â
He doesnât say anything, only a single nod.Â
âSo, you know that my mind is going at like a hundred miles per hour right now.â
ââŠ.Yeah.â
âOkayâŠ.So, just pleaseâŠI need a minute.â Your face goes to your feet to divert your thoughts elsewhere because you donât know if you could handle looking at the white-haired man for a mere second.
Gojo looks at you mumble to yourself, avoiding him. He releases a deep sigh, walking towards you and lifting a side of his coat to shield you two from the windows of the house party. ââŠYouâre doing it again.â
His shoes come to your direct line of sight, your heart pounding even more. âDâŠDoing what?â
âThe thing where you push people out whenever you feel overwhelmed.â You flinch when his finger grazes the back of your palm. âDonât do that, not right now. I want you to talk with me.â
What is there to talk about? You couldâve said that to throw him off â be avoidant to this whole conversation. But itâs futile after he brings your chin up to face him.Â
âDid I make you uncomfortable back there?â
ââŠ.No.âÂ
âThen whatâs wrong?â
âIâŠ.I donât know.â Honestly, you did not know. Your mind had too much to go through; so many memories and phrases from moments ago hit you all at once. Youâre fighting the urge to tremble â not from the cold, but from overstimulation of brain power and senses.
His eyes are still fixed on you, noting you chewing on your lip. âCome with me.â The sudden revelation quirked your eyebrows up. âWhateverâs going on with you is obviously because of me. So, Iâd feel like a dick if I just let you leave because of me. Plus, thereâs no way youâre getting an Uber from here. Shit is like $20, I checked.â
âGojo, Iââ he silences you with a kiss on your forehead. The feel of his lips on your skin again almost made you shut down.
âSorry,â he whispered while placing his forehead on yours. You never really noticed how tall he was until he did that, your heart skipping again. âIâll make it up to you. Promise.â
Picture it: you are out in the cold with Gojo, snow falling down silently onto your figures, him bringing his coat up to shield you from the world. If you were naive enough, youâd mistake this as a scene from a fairy tale. And how he was looking at you, too; his sunglasses were back on, but you could make out the blue orbs that lingered on yours. Itâs as if he didnât want to look at anything else. Just you and only you.Â
You donât know where the hell this side of confidence came from, but you lifted your hands to cup his cheeks and bring him in for another kiss. Cold lips instantaneously warm up at each otherâs contact, Gojo leaning into your touch more.Â
Snow continues to fall and stick, and the music from the house can still be heard from the outside. Yet it doesnât bother you because it all drowns out in this moment you feel with him. Whatever these feelings you are experiencing are something new â scary, but new. And for some reason, it felt right to have them for him.
âââ ââ ââ â âââ
A sheet of white cascades over the university grasses, studentsâ cars topped with sprinkles of snowflakes, and the lampposts emit a glow that fits the dark, cloudy weather.Â
You were back on campus but not in your dorm where you told Utahime youâd be. You did text her when you arrived, so she doesnât have to worry too much for you. In turn, she texted back that something had come up and is going to another event with Haibara and some other friends. She said she wouldnât be back until tomorrow morning; it sounds like sheâs having a good time.Â
The same thing goes for Geto, only that the raven-haired boy called Gojo to say heâd be home in the morning because he was getting âprivateâ with someone he met at the party. âWill be back in the morning. Donât cause a fire alarm like last time, you dork."Â
Haibara is supposedly with your roommate, meaning he wonât be back until the morning, either. The only person left to account for would be Nanami, who is currently away for the weekend because he had to visit home to grab last-minute things from break.Â
That leaves only you inside their apartment â in Gojoâs room on top of his bed with your top and bra down on the carpeted floor, along with Gojoâs sweatshirt and jeans. His bed is like any other twin bed for college dorms, a little impossible to move around for two people and limited positions. Nonetheless, to start things off slow, you lie comfortably on his bed with your head to his pillow as he crawls above you and works from above.
Gojo is straddled on top of you, kissing your lips and sucking on your tongue, evoking the prettiest wails heâs ever heard. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders while his are busy roaming your body.
The kiss is broken when you gasp at the contact of his pinkie grazing a nipple on your breast. âAhhnn, Satoru, donât touchâŠMmmph!â
âHmmm, what, gorgeous?â He places his lips from your chin down to your neck, sucking on your skin and leaving ticklish nibbles. âDonât touch what?â
âMâMy niâOhhoo!â He gives the hardened bud a tweeze, and your cry results from the sudden action.Â
He chuckles, âSo cute.â Kisses travel down from your collarbone, your breasts, and finally, your other unattended nipple. A whimper leaves your lips at the wet sensation of his tongue swirling around the sensitive nob, and you shriek when he takes it into his mouth. The frequent grazes of his teeth and the tongue pushing your nipple to the roof of his mouth â it all felt surreal.
Yet, it wasnât as surreal as the next thing he was about to do. Sucking on your tit was the perfect distraction for him to sneak a hand down into your pantyhose, sinking it to the lower regions of your underwear. You gasp at the feeling of a digit pressing on the wet spot of your underwear.
âWâMmmphâŠâtoru, waitâŠâ you pat him on his shoulder to get his attention, yet he doesnât lift from your breast yet. âDonâtâStop, itâs embarrassingâKhhmm!â Shivers shoot up your spine after Gojo uses his middle and forefinger to go in between your panty-covered folds. Your wetness sticks onto him the more he rubs.Â
Gojo lets go of your nipple with one last suck, the cool air chilling the wet bud. âAwww, is my lilâ princess shy?â You could only answer in pants and puffs, his blue eyes surveying your entire body laid out for him. âHeh, shit, you look so good...Hmm? Hey, you got a tear down here.â
âHuh?â You follow his eyes down to your tights, bringing your attention to a worn-down tear where Gojoâs hand is between the material and your underwear. It mustâve been from when I was grinding on him earlier todayâŠ
The snow-haired boy removes his hand from inside your tights and uses both to make the tear bigger. Your eyes shot wide, âWhaâWhat are you doing?â
âMaking it easier to see your pussy.â He continues to tear a hole big enough for the damp spot of your pussy to be prevalent.Â
Your face dials up in warmth at the vulgar ward. âYou couldâve just taken them off, you idiotâŠâ
âPssh, thatâs no fun. Besides,â Gojo uses a thumb to remove the panty barrier to reveal what heâs wanted to see the moment you crawled up on his bed. Your bare cunt, wet substance glistening the pretty folds of your labia. He bites his lip. âIâve been dying to see this pretty thing youâve been hiding from me.â
Your hands rush to cover up your vagina, âD-Donât say such embarrassing things, Gojo!â
âHey, hey, let me see it,â his hands are used to pull yours aside, your slit throbbing from his gaze without your control. âAnd what did I say about calling me by my last name?â
It was a force of habit, dummy. â...Just be gentle, okay, Satoru?â
He beams a smile at you, the dimples on his cheek prevalent with his childish manner. âI will, princess! Now, whatâs goinâ on hereâŠâÂ
He ditches his head down to your chasm, giving the inviting genitalia a slow lick up to your clitoris. You bucked your hips in shock, jerking at the sudden intrusion of his tongue situating between your slit. He uses his hands to keep your legs still while he sucks and teases your vagina.
You grab for his hair, ââKhhaa!! Ohhh, ohhfuckkk, Satoru, noâOhhh!!â Your eyes screw shut, mouth open to let your cries fly out.Â
It only pushes Gojo to keep going, his tongue ravaging your folds as if heâs going to lick you clean. And when he sucks on clit? Holy fuck, you couldâve sworn your soul left your body right there and then.
âSatoruuu!! Ohhhshit, ohhhhâŠMmmph,â the noises that come from the commotion below of Gojoâs tongue lapping and slurping your essence were so pornographic to the ears as if theyâd melt on the spot. âOh, God, Iâm gonna cum, I think Iâm gonnaâŠNnmmph!â
Gojo hears you; thatâs why he removes his mouth from your clit before you can experience your orgasm. You throw an unsatisfied whine at him, a shit-eating grin apparent on his face. âSorry, cutie. But I wanna have a feel for you first.â He straightens his posture and spreads your legs for him. You follow his hands that land at the hem of his boxer briefs, where a tent protrudes until his erection is sprung out with one fell swoop.
The erect limb you gawked at was definitely something you werenât mentally prepared enough to see. Your eyes take in every single detail you can: from his pink tip, where precum exudes from the urethra down to the underside of his cock, to the long body curved slightly to the left. A whole living a breathing dick â and itâs Gojoâs dick, of all things. It was oddly pretty, you had to admit.Â
âYa ready?â You snap back to reality when Gojo calls out to you as he scoots forward to you after putting the condom on, the cockhead aligning with your labia. You hold your breath at the proximity, âListen to me, Y/n. Since this is your first time, I need you to take deep breaths and try to relax for me. Think you can do that for me?â You sigh through your nostrils, but you nod. âHeh, good. Now stay still, and let me know if it hurts, okay, princess?â
He lightly pushes his glans to your labia, swirling it around to warm you up before kissing the entrance of your vagina. He begins to propel into you, and you begin to brace yourself for the pain that accompanies his insertion. You grab the pillowcase, your teeth clinging to your bottom lip as tears well up. But you remind yourself to breathe, drawing out as much of an exhale for Gojo to shove the tip in.
And when it does get in, you release the loudest gasp youâve ever expressed that night! Your body froze stiffly as Gojo plunged more of his length into you; the curve scraping your side caused such an exhilarating spike in your nerves that your walls immediately began clenching around him.Â
Oh fuck, Itâs coming, Iâm gonâ âAhhhh!â
And just like that, your organs that were avoided before came back in seconds., the walls of your slit fluttering on Gojoâs cock like crazy, electric shocks climbing up to your head and pulling you in for a haze.
The sudden contraction of you makes Gojo hiss, ââFuuuck, youâre gripping me like crazyâŠ! Damn, you feel so fucking goodâŠâ He continues to push himself onto you until the base rises your southern lips and grinds his pelvis, which only fuels your screams even more with the overstimulation. ââKhhh! D-DamnâŠdid you cum, baby?â
You canât even form a proper sentence, your lower half feeling too full to speak, and your figure trembling from the crescendo.Â
Your expression has Gojo bend down to laugh. âNever had that happened before. Heh, glad I could make you cum for the first time. Congrats, prettyâŠâ Pillowy lips claim yours again, taking your whines and whimpers as he roughly grinds his hips to you.
Gojo begins moving his hips at a slow pace, letting you adjust to his size and shape. However, the peak has made your entire lower body dial-up in sensitivity, your back arching to him every time your clit is barely touched. Tears have long fallen since he successfully entered inside you.
Jesus, the fucking curve of his shaft was so fucking dangerous! Not only was the feeling of his veins coming to and fro with your inner walls had you twitching, but the way the tip of his cock was scratching and poking every spot that had you humming was so unfair. Especially now, when he changes the rhythm to a faster cadence, youâre bound to come again!Â
âOhooo, ahahhh, Sa-âtoruâŠ! Ughhh, Jesus, it feels soâŠ.Hooohhh!!â Your words slurred in between kisses, almost choking on your tongue with the slap of his balls hitting your taint.Â
âYeah, babyâŠâOhhh, shit, shit, shiiiitâŠ!â You feel so good to Gojo; he canât help but slam onto you with all his might. Your nails were causing eclipses on the skin of his shoulders. He didnât mind; he knew it was because you were feeling good, too. âHnnghâŠHowâre you feelinâ, Y/n? Hmm?â
ââEeshh!! IâIâŠdonât knowâŠâ Your brain was too mushy to think adequately, too distracted by what was between your legs.
But Gojo wasnât buying that mess. âOhoho, I think you do know, sweetie.â The tall silver-haired boy creeps a hand down to your clit to give it a pinch. You scream, your legs wrapping around his hips involuntarily. âHowâre you feeling?â
ââFuuuhucck!! It feels good,â There, you finally said it. âIt feels soo goodâŠHicâpleaseeee, make me feel good, âtoruuuu!!â
He puts his forehead to yours before kissing it. âGod, youâre so fucking, cuteâŠâÂ
Gojo increases his tempo to an erratic fashion, your wails bouncing off the walls with every plunge of his dick inside you. Your gummy walls clamp onto him while his fingers swipe around your clitoris, and more tears strike down your wet cheeks.Â
The familiar tingling sensation from before begins to climb up. Oh, God, itâs happening again. âAhhoooâOhmyfuckingGooood!! Iâm gonna cum again, Iâm gonna cummmâŠ! Aiiishh, ahhhhh!!â
And there it goes, your second crescendo hitting you like a wall. Your walls twitch around Gojoâs length again, prompting the man above you to impetuously thrust in a harsh motion, evoking more choked sobs from your puffy lips. And when he dwells into a finish of his own, you can feel his limb pulsate along with your contractions withering away.
The two of you heave and pant close to each other before Gojo slumps his body on your nude figure, allowing him to rest while he pumps his load into your stimulated cunt. The sheets beneath you stick to your sweaty skin, the air of Gojoâs huffs tickling your neck.Â
When you feel your body subsided from the excitement, you two turn to each other. Noses touching each other, eyes locked into each otherâs stares.Â
ââŠ.So,â heâs the first to speak in a whisper. ââŠWhat does this make us?â
His eyes were so alluring to look at, like looking at the most beautiful azure gems in your adjacency. ââŠIâll punch you if you say Iâm your girlfriend.â
That has him chuckling in shaky breathes. âFair enough, but itâd be dumb if we donât talk after this.â
A curt nod in agreement, ââŠIs there a thing called frenemies-with-benefits?â
âPfft, I donât know, but why not? I wouldnât mind.â Gojo then decides to get up and finally remove himself from you, slowly taking out his cock with the condom. The bed creaks when he leaves to remove the plastic and wrap it to discard it. âYou okay?â
You ponder for a few seconds before coming to an honest answer. âI think soâŠMy pantyhose isnât fine, though, you fiend.âÂ
He flashes another smile at you, his dimples taking your heart away. âYeah, yeah, sorry about that. Iâll get you another pair.â
âYou better be.âÂ
BZZZT!! BZZZT!! BZZZT!!
Before you could get off the bed, a vibration came from Gojoâs dresser top. It was his phone, the caller ID reading as âpunk-boy bangy wannabeâÂ
You blink and give the phone to Gojo after he puts his sweatshirt back on. With raised brows, he says, âItâs Geto?â His thumb presses the green button before bringing the device to his ear while he puts his limp dick back in his boxers. âYo. Wassup?â
âOkay, good, you picked up. Iâm getting in the elevator right now to grab something from the room real quick. Open the door for me, will ya?â
The white-haired roommate couldnât express his shock in time because Geto ended the call before he could have the chance. He turns to you slowly, and you can tell whatever heâs going to say isnât good based on that dumb look on his face. âGetoâs coming upâŠnow.â
Panic spiked up as it rightfully should. You were still braless and topless, for Christâs sake! And wearing torn tights!? Something you did not want Geto to see in the likes of his and Gojoâs room. âWâWhat should I do?!â
Gojp quickly scans the room for a plan, immediately pointing to a door to his right. âHide in my closet!â He hurries to grab the door open. âQuick, grab your clothes get in here!â
âOh, for fuckâs sakeâŠ!â You grab for everything in your direct line of sight, making a straight beeline to the closet when youâve got everything. âDonât forget my shoes at the front; just quickly hide them somewhere!â
âOkay, okayââ
âIâm serious, Gojo! Do not do anything stupid!â
âI heard you, jeez.â He watches you move around the closet, moving his shoes to one side while trying to hide behind one of his suits. Jesus, you looked real cute even when you were scared. ââŠHey.â
You peer up at him, moving his blazer so he could see your complete face. âWhat?â
âBe careful not to leave your panties here âcause I might not give them back.â
The last thing Gojo saw within that second was one of his dress shoes thrown dead at his face. His hands come to his stinging nose and cheek, exclaiming at the pain with a loud groan. âFucking pervert, quit playing dumb games and get my shoes!â
I take it fucking back. He slams the closet door closed. âSo uncuteâŠâ
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Warnings: Some angst, mostly fluff (?), smut, shotgun kissing, alcohol intake, car sex, oral (male receiving).
A/N: I don't know if you guys realized but I made Sukuna taller than his canon height lmao. He's around 6-6'2ft in here lmao. Also, I'm not very great at smut and fluff, I'm seriously the best at angst lmao. Just remember, this story will have mature themes, heavy angst etc. as the story progresses. Thank you for reading~
The air feels nice and cool against you as you wander around the empty train tracks. Itâs past midnight and heâs managed to coerce you into sneaking out of the house. You balance yourself on the rails while Sukuna walks beside you on the rocks.
âI need to stop listening to you, Sukuna. Youâll get me in trouble one of these days.â
Though you say this, thereâs a smile perched on your pretty lips. He stops walking and motions with his hands in big movements, âitâs worth it though. Look,â he spins around slowly, making the rocks crunch beneath him and smiles when his eyes land on yours again, âwe have this place all to ourselves. Itâs dark out and thereâs no one but us.â
Ah, there goes the fluttering in your stomach again. Even when youâre standing on the tracks, Sukuna stands taller than you; and thereâs a softness in his expression and body language towards you. When you first met him, he was tense and guarded, as were you. When did you both let your guard down? For some reason, you canât pinpoint the exact moment. You choose to capture this moment in your memory forever and lock it in your heart, because itâs something only you can see.
You place your hands on his chest and sway side to side. âYou should smile more; it suits you.â
Sukunaâs smile drops almost immediately and he clears his throat while turning away from you, âsmiling is the biggest jinx. I donât want to.â
You giggle at his shyness and gently slap his chest, âcome on~ smile! Show me those pearly whites.â
He reluctantly turns back to you and flashes you a petty smile, âhappy?â
âI am.â
He scoffs at you but takes your hand in his and leads the rest of the way down the tracks. Conversations upon conversations pile up into the night and the sound of your loud laughs can be heard through the echo of night but neither of you care. Sukuna makes you smile. He makes you feel as if thereâs no one else in the world except you two, but deep down, youâre still drowning in guilt.
For all you know, those who used to be your friends are probably talking behind your back and making stories. They could be saying all sorts of things about you and you wouldnât even know for sure until word got back to you. No one answers you back. When you ask to hang out, youâre left on delivered or read. The only person who still texts you from time to time is Kazuya. He gives you words of encouragement and tells you itâs not your fault and to just enjoy what you have but itâs still a bit hard. You know what youâre doing with Sukuna isnât fully appropriate, but itâs hard to stop as well.
Sukunaâs throat bobs up and down when he realizes youâre not paying attention anymore. Itâs really easy to read you, actually. He knows what youâre thinking and part of him just wants to tell you to stop overthinking it because it already happened and now itâs in the past. Itâs time for you to stop feeling sorry towards Kaede.
He lets your hand go, steps in front of you and then spins around to face you while walking backwards. You stare at him with wide eyes and watch how the subtle wind blows his hair back and reveals a part of his forehead. Jeez, this dude is so charming in the face.
âLetâs play a game.â
This piques your interest, so you listen in, âwhat kind?â
He holds a finger out and chuckles cockily, âletâs list things we like about each other.â
âI donât wanna play.â You shoot the idea down and hop off the tracks to go around him but he spins around and grabs your wrist to stop you. You frown, âwhat?â
Sukunaâs eyes dart around on your facial features as he ponders. âYou donât have to say anything, y/n. Just listen to me.â
Even though Sukuna likes to come off as a hard guy, you can sense the desperation in his voice. Itâs not enough to make you feel bad, but it comes off as him wanting to reassure you, so you nod.
âI like the way you get mad easily,â he starts off, âI like the way you make deals with me.â Sukuna gently tugs your wrist towards him and pulls you into his warm embrace. He rests his chin on top of your head, âI like how you always make me chase you.â
This makes you giggle into his chest and you close your eyes as you take in his citrusy scent. He still smells like cigarettes from time to time, but today he doesnât. You wrap your arms around his torso as well and continue to listen.
âThe truth isâŠâ Sukunaâs voice stalls for a bit, âyouâre annoying and bipolar.â And before you can break the hug and argue with him, he places a kiss on top of your head and laughs, âI also like that about you.â Then he pulls back enough to stare at your pretty face again, âbut truthfully, y/n, I like the way you smile just for me.â
Sukuna doesnât know if your cheeks and nose are red from his words or if theyâre red from the slight breeze, but it makes his heart flutter anyway. He leans down and boops your nose with his, âyour smiling face is what I like the most.â
Ah shit⊠heâs got you wrapped around his fucking fingers, that asshole. But there you go doubting again. Even though your heart is leaping and doing somersaults at his sweet words, you push yourself off of him and laugh awkwardly. Itâs stupid right? Youâve kissed, fucked, done it all and yet you cross the line at a small confession.
âI donât knowâŠâ Youâre already walking off without him as you speak. âAre you sure you donât like me for my body? That seems more plausible.â
Okay, that irritates the fuck out of Sukuna, but heâll keep his cool because he doesnât want to ruin the night. He didnât know youâd react like this. He catches up to you and shoves his hands in his pockets while his shoulders hunch inwards, a subconscious act of him putting up a small barrier. Neither of you seem to realize it.
He looks straight ahead at the dark abyss. âDidnât I tell you already? I like you.â His tone is a little grumpier now as he speaks, âwhy are you so stubborn?â
âI said I liked you⊠but maybe now isnât the right time.â Your lips purse, âand maybe we shouldnât do it so much. It makes me feel horrible.â
Sukuna laughs, âlying straight through those teeth of yours, I see.â He looks at you through his peripheral vision, âright in my face, too. Oh, the audacity.â
Even though heâs slightly annoyed with you, heâs back to smiling sweetly, âlook, y/n,â he sighs, âKaede had a small crush on me. She confessed and I rejected her. I get that you feel bad for her but itâs time to let that shit go. BesidesâŠâ He frowns, âshe turned everyone against you.â
âBecause I wronged her in many aspects, Sukuna.â
âAnd look at us, still having sex and making out.â
âThen maybe we should stop untilâŠâ You shut yourself up, unable to finish the sentence. Youâre selfish and you know it. Sukuna was right. The audacity you have is horrendous.
Sukuna is quiet as well. Did you want to stop, then? All of this just to go back to stage one, smh. His jaw clenches, but he shoves aside his own feelings and gives your head an affectionate pat, âletâs go home, doll. We can talk about it another day.â
⥠⥠âĄ
Can someone just smack you? It seems like you always ruin the freaking moment and itâs frustrating. Would it be better if you just forgot it all?
The walk back is silent and now heâs in front of your house, getting ready to help you climb over the heavy ass gate. Youâre just standing there, so Sukuna straightens up.
âWhat?â
You canât look at him. You feel too bad. You fiddle with your nails, âI just wanted to apologize to you.â
Sukuna cocks his head to the side with an amused smirk, âfor what?â He just finds you so adorable at times.
âFor what I said earlier tonight.â Your head is still hanging down, âdidnât I make you uncomfortable?â
He steps closer to you and hums, âhmm, not at all. Why would you think that?â
You can see his shoes in front of you, so you slowly raise your head. No one likes to apologize because itâs ego crushing to do so, but you donât like to fight with Sukuna. Youâve done it before and it wasnât great. It made you feel empty and all sorts of other thingsâŠ
âJust because,â you say quietly. âYou didnât look too happy about what I said.â
He canât stay mad at you. Not when youâre all sulky and cute. He brings his face closer to yours and gives the tip of your nose a soft peck, âI donât know how I looked earlier, but donât take it the wrong way.â Sukunaâs eyes soften up at you, âI donât mind at all.â
Oh, thank god. Now you can breathe! You shut your eyes and fall into his warmth, âthatâs a relief to hear, then.â
He peppers your face with a bunch of tiny kisses before chuckling, âeven if you blow me off a thousand times, I wonât get angry.â
How could he still think this way after youâve given him mixed signals for months? You push your face into his chest and rub side to side. âWhat do you plan to do with me, Sukuna?â
âStill thinking,â he entertains.
Here comes the greed inside of you. It fights against your guilt and mindlessly, you hug him tighter. âDo you plan to love me?â
Youâre hot and cold. Bipolar and indecisive.
Sukuna has always believed that he was a man unworthy of love. How could someone like him ever get to experience it? He thought love was stupid. The word was made up for delusional people, it had to be. But, heâs so smitten with you that maybe itâs possible. For now, heâs smitten⊠Yeah. Heâs not sure if he loves you, but maybe he could learn to. All he knows is that youâre not there either. He sucks in a breath, âdid you want me to? Once I start with you, I wonât be able to stop.â
Is this where you end your friendship with Sukuna and start something new? You havenât spoken to Kaede, so you donât know why she still haunts your mind. You donât know why she makes you feel so guilty. Perhaps itâs just all in your mind. Maybe you are overthinking. Your heart wants to leap at Sukuna every time you see him. You want to kiss him comfortably without having to look over your shoulder. You want it all.
Sukuna releases you and gives you one more chance to back out. His face is serious. âIchihara y/n, you canât be friends with someone you were in love with. You just canât. If you donât think this will work out in the long run, then tell me now.â
You donât know this, but if you choose to run away from Sukuna, this will be the last youâll see of him. He wonât even say a word to you. Heâll just leave your world.
âIâd like to start something new with you someday, when weâre both ready, â your voice is barely audible, âif thatâs what you want.â
Itâs a good enough answer for him, so he nods and pushes you towards the gate, âno rush.â
Once youâre halfway over, you look down. âAre you staying over tonight?â
âNot today. I kind of miss my own bed.â Sukuna yawns and then waves for you to go, âgoodnight, y/n.â
âGoodnight.â
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He stopped texting you after he let you know that he got home safe. It doesnât bother you since he looked pretty tired earlier, but you canât fall asleep. Ah, thatâs right. He never collected his clothes. Is he leaving them here on purpose? Feeling bored, you hop off the bed and walk to your dresser. You take his pants out and unfold them.
âDamn, theyâre big.â
Just out of curiosity, you take your pants off and step into his. Theyâre oversized on you, but itâs a cute look! Thereâs a small smile playing on your lips as you sway side to side, admiring yourself in the mirror, but the sound of soft plastic wrinkling can be heard. Where is it coming from? His pants? You pat down on his front pockets and donât feel anything in particular, so you reach inside instead.
The right pocket is empty, but the left contains what feels like a small bag. What could it be? You pull it out and frown at the sight. There are two full colored rectangle pills and a broken one in the bag. These arenât ordinary pills like ibuprofen⊠you know that much. Could it be? Is he a drug dealer? Is that why he said he was a bad person? Sure, itâs illegal, but that doesnât necessarily make you a bad person, right? Right???
You really want to call him and ask about it, but maybe he doesnât have to know that you know. A part of you is afraid that heâll disappear from you if he knew you found out, so you want to be greedy and stay quiet about it. And the reason why youâre doubting that he takes these kinds of things is because youâre always with him. He is always conscious. Always aware. The most youâve seen him do is smoke weed, but youâve never come to the conclusion that he was drugged out on ecstasy. Oh, and youâre with him all the time, so there wouldnât be a time for him to even do all of these things. Well, of course, there are those nights when he doesnât hang out with you because he wants to go to work, but heâs a bartender⊠There's no way heâs doing these things.
With shaking hands, you place the pills back where you got it and take his pants off. Youâre surprised they survived the wash, but they were sealed in a bag, so itâs plausible. Youâll admit that a part of you feels heavy after finding these, but you just hope he isnât on these drugs. If youâre going to date him later in life, youâll have to introduce him to your parents and you already know how much theyâll judge him, so you hope he is sober. Obviously, they wouldnât go to such lengths to get him tested to see if he was in the clear, but theyâd judge him on appearance, which is annoying.
âWhat am I going to doâŠâ
You sink onto the bed and curl up into a ball. Millions of thoughts fill your head while doubt starts to surface. Now that you think about it, you really donât know Sukuna at all. Even after all of this. He barely opens up to you, hardly lets you in. You know that his parents have money, but what exactly do they do? Why doesnât Sukuna ever tell you anything? Youâve seen him in his vulnerable state on rare occasions, but even then, it's hard to tell what heâs thinking. If you brought this up, would he run? Half of you argues that heâd stay, because heâs shown you his softer side but⊠the other half argues that heâd leave due to you knowing too much.
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âY/n, itâs time to get up.â
You wake to the sound of your momâs voice. Sheâs standing right outside your door, but she walks off when your dad mumbles something to her. Youâd question what theyâre discussing, but it doesnât really intrigue you. You choose to get ready for the day instead since youâll most likely be hanging with Sukuna again.
âY/n.â
You glance up from your phone to stare at your mom. Sheâs got this look in her eye, and you donât like it. It makes you feel uneasy. Still, you manage to smile just fine and raise your brows, âyes?â
Your mom brushes her hair behind her ears and leans over the table to stare at you a bit better. âYouâve been on your phone a lot lately.â
Ah, here she goes again. You lay your phone down and tap the table impatiently, âIâm always on my phone. Is that a problem?â
âOf course, itâs not.â Your dad speaks up and picks up his mug, âbut wellâŠâ He glances at your mom nervously and continues, âitâs just that we have some news to deliver.â
Your mouth hangs open because what kind of news are they delivering? Why are they acting so serious? You lean towards them as well and stare at them with seriousness. âWhat is it? Please donât tell me that youâre pregnantâŠâ
âWhat?â
Your mom starts to choke on her spit and begins to pound at her own chest while your dad hurriedly pats her back to help. When sheâs calmed down, she laughs loudly and shakes her head, âno, y/n. Itâs not that, but your father has won a raffle of work and was rewarded with a vacation.â
âOh, thatâs it? Why were you acting all serious then?â You exhale dramatically and playfully wipe the fake sweat off of your forehead, âya had me nervous there.â
Your father laughs at your silliness but nods, âyes, I won a fully paid vacation, actually. Itâs in Bali and the resort offers a two bedroom, two bath suite for us. We even have a private balcony as well.â
Well I guess itâs a good thing they gave you a heads up? But gosh, why were they so weird about it? You shrug your shoulders and give a light clap, âcongrats on your vacation. Have fun~â
âOh, well, youâre coming with us, sweetheart.â Your mom quickly adds, holding her hand out towards you so you donât leave too fast. âHe won a couples vacation, so the both of us are paid for, but weâre bringing you along, no fighting it.â
âThereâs really no need for me to impose, really.â You get up from the table and gather your plate, âbut you two deserve a vacation, so have fun.â
Annoyingly, your mom follows you into the kitchen. She crosses her arms and sighs at you, âyouâre coming along with us. Itâs two bedrooms and two baths, youâll have your own little privacy, y/n.â
âYeah, but Iâm fine staying home alone here.â
âNot happening. Iâll become paranoid with you here all by yourself.â
âIâm an adult, mom.â
âA young adult,â she corrects. âI cannot have you here by yourself for three days, sweetheart. Like I said, no fighting against it.â
âBut-â
âYour father already paid for your roundtrip ticket, y/n. Have your things packed by Friday. Our flight leaves around seven in the morning.â She turns the faucet on to start doing dishes but continues to talk, âthe reason why I commented about you being on your phone was for this reason. Weâll be on vacation, so make sure not to be on your phone for too long.â
You wonât lie, youâre a bit excited about going to Bali but that means no Sukuna for a while⊠and also, youâre stuck hanging out with your parents. Your lips curve into a frown, âso you mean to say Iâll be stuck by your side from day to night?â
She chuckles at you, ânot necessarily, but Iâd appreciate it if you tried to stay close by. If not that, then if youâd at least feast with us each of the days.â
âOkie dokie.â
Right after you say that, you hear your phone ding and jog towards it. Oh, would you look at that. Itâs Sukuna. Heâs waiting for you around the corner, so you clean up the rest of the table and then say a short âbyeâ to both parents.
Sukuna rolls the windows down and whistles at you, âayo, lemme holla for a dolla!â
âYouâre so stupid,â you laugh and place your hands on your hips, âyouâre driving today? Do you even have a license?â
âNope.â
Well at least heâs honest. You roll your eyes at him but get in anyway, âwhoâs car?â
âWho else? It belongs to me.â
Thereâs a pause in your laugh so you can deadpan at him, âyou have a car yet no license. Should I even trust being in here with you?â
Sukuna leans over to give you a quick kiss, âI made it safely, didnât I? Besides, I got a few driving lessons from Yuuma in my adolescent days.â
âPlease shut upâŠâ
Sukuna is driving pretty okay. And itâs actually nice, driving around the city with no true destination. Well, at first you were driving around aimlessly until Sukuna decided on a location. The traffic fucking sucks ass though. Usually, the traffic from Tokyo to Shinjuku wouldnât be too bad since itâs barely a 7-10 minute drive, but today it is, so while the light is red, Sukuna leans his head back against the headrest and lazily turns to look at you. He thinks youâre beautiful, even with all your natural attributes.
He licks his licks and pushes himself off the seat to lean over. He grabs the back of your head with one hand and leans in slowly. âIâm bored,â he whispers, âkiss me for entertainment.â
Heat rushes to your cheeks at his bold statement but you lean in anyway. His kisses are so gentle yet they radiate the complete opposite. The sounds are lewd in your ears but heâs kissing you so lovingly. There arenât any tricks in the way he is kissing, and his tongue barely passes your lips, only enough to pull you in. Itâs a great way to kill time while the lights are red but the poor people around you with wandering eyes are sure to be disturbed by such an intimate act. Given itâs not exactly your fault if they see, but still. You blush harder at the fact that there might be wandering eyes and youâre sure that Sukuna can sense it based on the way he smiles against your lips.
He pulls away and then leans back in to place one more kiss on your lips. âWhat?â
âWhat if people saw?â Your voice is small and timid while your cheeks glow.
Sukuna looks around and into the other cars without a care. He does happen to make eye contact with a male and smirks in return, âitâs not our problem if they see, doll.â
He pulls you in for another passionate kiss and he continues to do so at every red light. Youâre not sure if heâs trying to punish you or something, but it turns you on a lot. Youâre just too shy to admit it. He finally parks in a public space and ushers for you to follow after.
âThis is where you chose?â
Sukuna hums, âyep, Shinjuku. Weâre gonna ditch the car here for a while and explore on foot.â
He locks the car and holds his hand out to you. Itâs a silent way of him asking to hold your hand, so you place your hand in his and intertwine your fingers. You like the way he emits natural heat, it makes you feel safe. With time being the beginning of April, there are a ton of blossom trees in the area, so the petals fall like snowfall. There are also lots of people here, so human traffic is unavoidable.
âWow, you totally match the scene.â You pick a fallen petal from Sukunaâs cheekbone and blow it off your fingers with a small grin.
âQuit it,â Sukuna grumbles as he dusts the rest off of him.
While he does so, your eyes catch a glimpse of the chain around his neck and your heart suddenly feels a light pinch. You lean in towards his chest and kiss the center, a smile making its way to your face when you feel the pendant beneath the fabric. The action surprises Sukuna because he stumbles back from you with pink tinted ears and slightly raised eyebrows. He chortles at you, âare you tempting me in broad daylight?â
âI would never,â you say with a mischievous grin. âI just feel a bit happier today after seeing that on you.â
Sukuna holds his hand out towards you and waits for your hand. âIâll never take it off again.â
After you lock fingers with him again, you pout and feign annoyance, âyeah, right.â
âShould I get down on my knees and vow my life to you, then?â
âNo!â You give his hand a light squeeze and walk forward with him, âpeople will think youâre proposing. That, or theyâll think Iâm being a bitch to you.â
âWell then.â
Sukuna begins to slowly drop as he walks with you and you panic, quickly pulling him back up. âStop, Sukuna.â
He laughs wholeheartedly with you and nods, âokay, okay. Iâm just playing with you.â
So many eyes, so many cameras. The crowd is filled with locals and tourists who are all trying to capture Japanâs beauty. Oh, and of course, there are plenty of vendors that sell sakura souvenirs and a few food vendors as well. Since there are so many people, Sukuna pulls you closer to him and makes sure to hold your hand tighter.
âDo any of these interest you?â
Your eyes catch sight of the various little sakura trinkets and even though itâs cute, you donât think itâs something you need. It doesnât hurt to look though, right? Your hand never leaves his, but you continue to drag him around, âIâm just looking.â
He thinks itâs funny that he brought you here, yet youâre the one leading the way. And maybe heâs being possessive or something because he swears he sees men looking at you from time to time. And you can go ahead and call him crazy, heâll accept it. Obviously, there will be wandering eyes as this is a public space with lots to see, so naturally some eyes will fall on you here and there, but it lowkey irks his soul (if he even has one). Sukuna makes sure to glare at those who stare for too long though. How dare they keep staring at your beauty when youâre obviously here with someone. Gosh, if you werenât such a scaredy-cat-goody-two-shoes heâd walk up to them and confront them. Shit, if youâd let, heâd drag you up with him and stick his tongue down your throat so they can see that youâre not here alone. Initially, heâd just fuck them up til his knuckles were raw, but heâs not trying to go to jail right now. Not when he has you, so yeah, shoving his tongue down your throat sounds more ideal.
And fuck. Now heâs got a fucking boner in public. Feeling uncomfortably tight, he doesnât want to move, but you just keep dragging him around, bumping him into all of these strangers. He yanks you back, causing your back to crash into him. âDonât walk off too far without me.â
Your eyebrows pull down at him and you speak over the crowd. âBut weâre holding hands, what does it matter?â
âIâve got a boner right now. Wanna find a private space?â
Itâs a half joke lol. Sukuna already knows what your answer is, but he finds your reactions interesting because youâre genuinely annoyed this time, even with a light smile.
âOh my god, youâre insatiable. Iâm not helping with that, but we can ditch this place really quick and look for a bathroom if you need to relieve yourself.â
Sukuna laughs out loud at your expression and shakes his head, ânah, itâs only half hard. Iâll live, I guess.â He eyes the dango stall and drags you there, barely apologizing to the people he bumps into in the process.
âThese look good,â he sighs.
âYou eat more than you did when I first met you.â You say this more to yourself, but Sukuna hears it anyway.
âEating isnât as satisfying as smoking, but it does the job⊠somewhat.â
Oh? Is he stressed? Was he serious about the boner??? You donât say anything else but stick close to Sukuna as you wait in line. When itâs your turn, he orders you each hanami dango. âMmm~â you sing out as you take a bite. Itâs soft and chewy with the perfect amount of sweetness. Sukuna is already on the second ball on the skewer, but just to be an ass, he swallows and leans down with an open mouth, waiting to be fed.
You laugh at his childish behavior but comply, pushing your own into his mouth. If you werenât in public, you wouldâve shoved the whole thing in until it hit the back of his throat (like you did with the popsicle that one time) but youâre not trying to die right now. âYou always call me a pig. Are you sure itâs not you?â
Sukuna chews with his eyes closed and a small smile, âI am one, after you.â
âWhatever~â
The next item you purchase is sakura mochi. Itâs sweet and salty, the perfect amount of savory. If youâre being honest, you prefer this over the hanami dango. You think Sukuna prefers it, too. Or heâs a follower. You rub your stomach and let out a soft burp, âthat was good. Kinda thirsty though, right?â
âHmm,â Sukuna looks around but most of the vendors sell sakura themed drinks or tea, and heâs not really feeling either of those, so he drags you to a vending machine (one he finds easily, thanks to his height). He buys a bottle of water to help wash everything down and lets you drink first, âhere.â
After a while of walking around, you stretch and yawn. âWe shouldâve packed a blanket, so we could lay down like everyone else.â
He shrugs, âwell I didnât think weâd actually do much today.â
Aw, heâs so cute. You cuddle into him and look up with big eyes, âitâs okay~ Letâs ditch the car here and wander around more. We can go to a shopping center to kill time and then maybe explore Kabukicho?â
Sukuna frowns at you. âYou want me to take you to the red-light district?â
âWhat? Iâll be with you the whole time, so itâs not like anything will really happen.â Your voice has toned down on octave in case you mightâve upset him.
He chews on the inside of his cheek for a bit before sighing. âThen youâll absolutely have to stay by my side, alright? Itâs dangerous for people like you., even if there are a lot of people around.â
This makes you laugh at him, âfor people like me? And what about you? I know you look tough, but the danger applies to you too.â
âY/n.â
Heâs very serious, oddly so. This makes you shut up and nod silently.
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You end up in Don Quijote, spending the rest of the day going from place to place, store to store and playing with each other. By the time youâre done messing around, the sun is already beginning to set, so Sukuna grabs your hand again and groans. âIâm hungry. You?â
âI could eat.â
The wait time for Torikizoku is about half an hour, but talking to Sukuna makes time pass by faster. Before you know it, youâre being led to your table and Sukuna may have bribed the waiter with a lot of money⊠yeah, a super disrespectful thing to do, but the waiter accepted anyways and turned a blind eye to your age. Well, youâre not that far off from the legal drinking age, youâre just a year short.
Youâll admit that the skewers are pretty damn good and the drinks complement the flavors even better. Now you understand why some people pair alcohol with certain foods. The most you have today is beer, while Sukuna sticks to one shot, since he has to be responsible and drive later. But the more he stares at how you get to enjoy the mix of food and beer, the more envious he becomes. So, while his mouth salivates at the mixture, he thinks to himself that he can just ditch the car and come back for it tomorrow. Surely Satoru wouldnât mind picking you two up. He doesnât want to bother Yuuma right now, so.
Sukuna reaches over and drinks the beer from your cup, hissing after the taste settles on his taste buds. Youâre wide eyed, âSukuna, you have to drive.â
He scoffs, âIâm rich.â
âSo?â
âSo Iâll have someone get us if I canât sober up later. Most weâll be is buzzed, promise.â
Even though you click your tongue at him, you stupidly allow him to sip from your cup as well. After dinner is done, you both walk to Kabukicho. Thankfully youâre alright, since you drank with a meal. The night is young and bustling, full of life and party goers. Even though Sukunaâs hold on you is firm, he tries to loosen it just a bit so you wonât feel too suffocated.
You smile in general and excitedly look up at Sukuna, âletâs take pictures.â
âWhy?â
Ah, here he is, the Sukuna you know. Itâs just like before, when you first started hanging out. Heâd always oppose, bitch and complain when you wanted to take a picture, but heâd always give in in the end. You sway a bit to persuade him. âCome on~ Just a few.â
Sukuna knows heâll give in, but he wants to tease you a bit longer. He sticks his nose up and high and frowns, âwhy should I? Itâs not like youâll post it.â
Thatâs true. Youâre still a bit scared to post him, but come on, dude. You gently slap at his chest, âitâll just be for our eyes. Please?â
After staying silent for a few seconds too long, he huffs out a sigh and smirks at you, âfine. Just a few.â
That stupid little smile of yours flashes at him and he canât help but let out a small laugh. You drag him to an area with a little less human traffic and find a nice spot. On que, Sukuna stands behind you and hunches over a bit so his face leans against the side of your head. The first few photos you take are serious ones, and then the next few youâre the only one smiling. You glare at him jokingly through the screen, âsmile, Sukuna.â
âYou think youâre the boss of me?â
Even though he says this, he smiles widely for the camera and even goes as far as to kiss the side of your head for one of them. Itâs a cute moment because it completely catches you off guard, so in the next photo, your cheeks are burning pink.
Sukuna smiles and lets out a knowing laugh. âYouâre blushing~â
You put your phone away and spin back around to face him, âitâs the beer.â
âSure it is.â
He drags you forward and sling his arm around your shoulders, tucking you away under him from prying eyes. As you guys continue to walk down, people approach and try to lure you into the nightclubs and other businesses but Sukuna quickly turns them down. You wouldnât mind going in, but Sukuna seems a bit on edge about it, so you just stay quiet and give a short apology each time. He does bring you into the little shops though and lets you look around.
âIf youâre not gonna hold my hand the whole time, then stay where I can see you.â
Youâre not sure if itâs a threat⊠Either way, you nod. âJeez, itâs not like Iâll get swooped up, Sukuna.â
His lips twitch, âitâs actually pretty easy to kidnap someone, even with a crowd of people, y/n. So listen to me.â
Gosh, whatâs he so worried about? When youâre done looking around, he takes your hand in his once again and you enter the sea of people. Sukuna points up to get your attention. âLook, you see Godzillaâs head up there?â
Godzilla?? You follow his finger and laugh at how random it is. Just then, a woman runs up to Sukuna and stops you guys in the middle of the crowd. Her hair is strawberry blonde, styled half up and sheâs wearing an outfit that accentuates her curves. The keypoint of the outfit is the cutout on her chest, revealing her nice cleavage.
âHello, how are you today?â Her voice is very pleasing to the ears, thatâs for sure.
Sukuna juts out his lips at her and furrows his brows, âIâm not interested.â
When he tries to drag you forward, the woman steps in front of him again with her hands up towards her chest. âOh, please wait a second! Would you be interested in coming into this place? I promise the drinks are delicious! You wonât regret it.â
Not once has she made eye contact with you⊠until now. She smiles in an apologetic way towards you, and you completely understand why. The woman is just trying to do her job, luring drunkards in to spend more and more money etc.
Sukuna smiles down at her in a charming way and shakes his head, âno, thank you. Iâve got the best entertainment right here and I donât even need to pay.â
He earns a hard pinch from you, causing him to wince and hiss. When he sends you a death glare, you widen your eyes and act oblivious. The woman laughs shyly at him and nods, âokay then. Have a great rest of your night.â
Honestly, youâre walking in no actual direction, just following the crowd. Eventually you stumble into Golden Gai. It has more of a nostalgic vibe to it and itâs mostly filled with bars that provide stools for eight. Still, itâs a bit busy. Sukuna later pulls you into one of the businesses and you both have a bit more to drink. Donât ask why you didnât fight him against it more, it totally slipped your mind with how much fun you were having.
When the fun is done, you both make it back to where Sukuna parked the car. Heâs not holding your hand anymore. Instead, heâs holding a small bag of fresh churros from one of the shops earlier. They were holding an event or something but you werenât really paying attention. Anyway, there were a few cars parked near his when you first arrived but now that itâs late in the night, there are only two other cars in the parking lot. Itâs a bit weird how secluded this area suddenly feels.
Sukuna burps involuntarily, âwhoo, Iâm a bit buzzed. Letâs cool off, yeah?â
âSure.â
Youâre about to pull the door handle but Sukuna shakes his head and taps the hood of his car. âLetâs lay down right here.â
You look at him and then the car with uncertainty. âAre you sure?â
Heâs already laying on top of it, so you follow after and do the same. The sky is covered in a blanket of stars while the moon is half full. And wow, the coolness of the car does feel relaxing under your hot skin. Sukuna stuffs a few of the small churros in his mouth and then offers you some.
âThese are good,â you compliment.
All he does is hum. Wow, he must be more buzzed than heâs letting on. When did he drink so much without you? Well, maybe youâre not as buzzed since all you had was beer, but he only mixed drinks a few times and he ate a big meal. Youâre pretty relaxed right now and the only sound being made is the crinkling of the bag from both your hands going in back and forth. When thereâs no more to eat, Sukuna reaches into his pocket and pulls out his lighter and cigarettes.
âYouâre gonna smoke?â
Itâs been a while. Sukuna doesnât say anything. He settles the cancer stick between his lips, cupping his hand over it as he sparks up the lighter. Your curious little eyes watch the whole thing. Youâve seen him do this numerous times, yet every time you ask to try he denies. Since heâs feeling well, will his answer be different?
You nudge him gently while the smoke curls out from his mouth. âCan I try?â
âNo way.â
Ah, like awaysâ
âJust kidding. You really want to?â
Huh? Did he just ask if you wanted to? You do a double take and stare at him like a dumbass. Youâd ask if heâd repeat himself but that might change his mind, so you nod.
Sukuna chuckles, âalright.â He pushes himself off the car to sit up and motions for you to do the same. He passes the cigarette to you. âGo on.â
Every cell in your body is jumping with excitement, but youâre trying not to let it show because he might think youâre being stupid. You exhale slowly through your nose and take the cigarette from him. Shit. You feel more nervous now that his eyes are watching your every move.
You copy what he did earlier and inhale deeply, but then you immediately start to choke on smoke. Your face turns bright red from the force of coughing and Sukuna bursts out laughing at you. Heâs been doing that a lot around you lately. Still, his heavy hand comes up to your back and he begins to pat roughly.
âNow who told you to take such a big puff, hmm?â
Heâs looking down at you with gleaming eyes and you feel so put on the spot, yet you canât stop yourself from blushing at the way he looks at you. Thankfully you can mask the blush with the redness from coughing, but a tiny bit of you thinks Sukuna isnât fooled. He scoots closer to you and takes the cigarette from your hand. Youâre about to argue against it but he beats you.
âWanna shotgun it?â
Hah??? You must be very obvious. Sukuna chortles to himself and waves the cigarette in the air, âit means Iâll smoke it and then pass it to you through your mouth. Itâd be easier than inhaling it yourself.â His face brightens a bit as a memory pops up into his head. âItâs the same as me passing liquor from my mouth into yours, y/n.â He takes another puff for himself and then flicks the cigarette. âIn my opinion, it works better with a blunt since the smoke is thicker, but it works the same with cigarettes.â
You want to learn all the things Sukuna knows. You want to learn how to smoke, wanna learn how to do everything he does too. Sukuna inhales and holds the smoke in his mouth. He holds your face and gently leans in, pressing his lips to yours. You part your lips on instinct and inhale the smoke into your own mouth with closed eyes. Well whaddya know, it is easier.
Sukuna then quickly captures your lips with his own, causing the excess smoke to blow out in puffs around you. The kiss has remnants of booze on your tongues, cinnamon and now tobacco. Your hands fall onto Sukunaâs neck as the kiss deepens with you kissing back eagerly.
Sukuna discards the cigarette, throwing it somewhere on the ground. His hands wander as you kiss slowly; one hand tracing down, gently gripping your waist. His other hand moves from your face and threads into your hair to kiss you even deeper. You separate for a second to catch your breath but quickly rush back in, causing the tips of your nose to bump together while your tongues collide with each other, sparking electricity.
The fact that youâre almost completely in a secluded area makes it feel like time has slowed down for you. Itâs quiet with the only sound being your lips meeting again and again with little groans in between. Feeling a little impatient, Sukunaâs hands ride up into your shirt, his cold fingers tracing your back. It sends a chill up your spine and you gasp into the kiss, earning a low chuckle from Sukuna.
Before anything escalates out here with prying eyes, you back up and catch your breath. âWe gotta go, Sukuna. Itâs getting late.â
âNo, we donât,â he whispers, leaning in to chase after another kiss.
You back up even further and let out a small laugh, âSukuna, weâre in public.â
Your words go in his ear and out the other because he leans forward and decides to attach his lips to your neck instead. He leaves light kisses before he starts to suck gently.
âDonât mark it,â you sigh, trying to be careful.
Seeing how eager and turned on he is, you push him away and nod your head in a direction. âWe can go back and find a hotel. There were lots that we passed when we walked around.â
Sukuna shakes his head at you and jumps off the hood of his car and pulls you off as well, âno time.â He quickly scans the area for any cameras and when he finds none, he unlocks the car and pushes you inside. He goes in through his side and then locks his car again. With impatient hands, he pulls you over to his side and reclines his seat back.
âWeâre doing this here? Now?â The shock in your voice is really cute.
Sukunaâs eyes are filled with lust and theyâre hazy. You know this look all too well, so you give in and undo your bottoms. Soft lips meet yours again while you grind down on his hardened length. The warm air from your breaths fogged up the windows and it all happened so fast. Your lips connected, his pants unzipped and his dick deep within you while his hands find solace at your hips.
Youâve been riding him for quite some time now, so when he feels you losing pace, he begins to bounce you up and down while his hips snap up. âFuck,â he groans, throwing his head back as his dick begins to feel more sensitive.
You pant even harder as your stomach begins to tighten. Gosh, heâs thrusting into you so hard that the whole car is practically shaking. Youâre sure that if the owner of the cars came back and saw, theyâd already know what was going on but the booze in your system is making it hard to care. One of Sukunaâs hands lifts your shirt up to expose your breasts and his mouth quickly attaches to your nipple, licking and flicking with the desperate need to cum.
âNghââ your moan is cut off from Sukuna slamming you back down on him. You release first, your thighs clenching and shaking from sensitivity while he continues to fuck you. Just to tease you more, Sukuna licks his thumb and begins to rub your clit in a circular motion.
âSukunaâ stop!â Your body jolts from the action and you smack his hand away from you, âplease.â
He chuckles but quickly groans when he feels himself nearing. In a panic, he lifts you off of him and quickly covers his tip with his thumb so he doesnât cum. Seeing this, you get off of him and crawl back to your side. Without a word, you lean over and remove his hand.
â???â
Before he knows it, your mouth is on his tip and you're sucking the cum from his fucking dick. And thatâs not all. Now youâre being a bitch and going down on him when heâs sensitive. His nose scrunches while his face tightens. âFuck, y/nââ Sukuna cuts himself off and throws his head back into the headrest when you suck even harder, licking up a prominent vein. If you keep going, he might piss in your fucking mouth. Not wanting to do so, his fingers lace into your hair and he yanks you off, his breathing finally calming down once youâve been detached.
You havenât swallowed the cum yet so youâre about to, but Sukuna pulls you towards him and locks his lips with yours again. He doesnât care that his cum is being mixed on his tongue, all he wants to do is kiss you. You moan into the kiss when his tongue pushes even further and damn, youâve never thought youâd be this kind of person⊠into all of this dirty risky shit and all. When heâs done, he pulls back with a string of saliva mixed with cum connecting you until it snaps and falls onto your chins.
âSwallow it, doll.â
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