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Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Female Reader

Summary: But you can see - in those deep violet eyes of his - three little words swimming behind them that he's been itching to say to you for quite some time now. You want to say them too, have for as long as you can remember. 

But you're both Hashira. It's already enough that you both keep towing this dangerous line, finding yourselves in this exact predicament more often than not.

or

Sanemi is just so down bad for reader.

Story Warning: Smut, Alley Sex, P in V sex, Profanity bc c'mon...it's me, Vaginal Sex, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Sanemi being bad at feelings, Secret Flings, Secretly in Love, Sneaking Around, Some canon Giyuu hate from Sanemi, Reader is a Hashira too!

Art by: krit961 (Twitter)

A/N: This is my first time writing for this fandom ever, but the Sanemi brainrot has been so INSANELY strong I just had to write SOMETHING up. It's nothing crazy and I'm rusty because it's been awhile for me but ugh. THIS ONE IS FOR YOU SANEMI!!!! Also shoutout to @lemonlover1110 for helping me with the title!

“We should head back…” You sigh, breaths coming rapidly. “Before…” A quiet gasp interrupts your words when you feel the sting of teeth sinking into your neck. “Before the others notice…”

”Fuck the others,” a gravelly voice growls into the juncture of your neck. Large hands grasp your thighs hard, holding them wide open as a hard form sits between them. “Don’t give a fuck if they notice, either. Maybe Tomioka will stop staring like a lovesick puppy if he figures it out.”

He buries his face further into your neck, grumbling against your skin. Something along the lines of “I hate that guy” and “I should gouge his eyes out”.

Your fingers slip into the snowy white tresses at the nape of his neck, gripping hard and pulling so that you can see his face. Pretty, long lashes cover hooded purple eyes that soften the moment they catch sight of you. The softness is such a contrast to the deep, pitted scars scattered along his face. But he’s beautiful all the same.

“Sanemi…”

At the sound of his name on your lips, he rolls his eyes. “If you’re gonna defend him–”

“Sanemi –”

“I don’t wanna hear it.” 

Your lips set into a deep frown, and Sanemi matches your expression, stubborn as ever. “What is your issue with Giyuu anyway?”

Sanemi scoffs, “Giyuuuuuu,” he mocks with a nasally tone. “Stop talking about him.”

“You brought him up!”

His mouth finds yours, rough and hungry, all consuming. It’s all teeth and tongue, nipping at your lips because he knows they’ll still be just swollen enough by the time you both get back. He’s marking his territory in his own way, as much as he can. Possessive and jealous, even when he knows he has no reason to be, no right to be. But he can’t help it.

You don’t belong to him, you don’t belong to anyone. Because you know it wouldn’t be smart to commit to any one person. Not in this line of work.

Sanemi has you pressed against the bamboo fencing in the darkest part of an alleyway, just outside of the Ubuyashiki Mansion with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. It’s your usual meeting spot when you’ve been separated for some time, both of you too impatient to wait until the early morning hours when the Hashira meeting has finally ended to see each other.

“Fuck me,” Sanemi groans against your lips. He places an arm beneath your ass, holding you up as his other hand hikes your uniform skirt up to your waist. “Swear this gets shorter every time I see you.”

A giggle slips past your lips, because it absolutely gets shorter every time he sees you. You do it on purpose because you know it drives Sanemi up the wall to see little peeks of your ass and not be able to do anything about it. Makes him even crazier that he knows others can see it, too, and he can’t do anything but shoot death glares at anyone who dares to let their gazes roam. 

But you can’t let Sanemi know that. So you pout, laying your palms against his exposed chest and tracing his scars with your fingertips. You watch as his eyes flutter, sensitive to the touch. “You don’t like it? I can always request a change in uniform…”

Sanemi groans, leaning forward and kissing you hard. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” He presses his groin into your, evidence of his arousal against your soaking core. “You look so good in it.” His hand slinks between your bodies, thumb going straight to your clit, where he presses down, a shit eating grin spreading across his face when your back arches off the wall and you moan. “Look even better in it when you’re making that face.”

Your nails dig into his scars and Sanemi’s reaction is automatic, hips rocking forward roughly and now you’re both whining into each other’s mouths. You’re sure if anyone came across the two of you, you’d appear as this horny couple who couldn’t bother to wait until they got home to dry hump each other. And outside of the couple part, they’d be correct. Sanemi ruts against you, his erection running deliciously along your clothed cunt. Your lips slot together, tongues deep in each other’s mouths as Sanemi grunts into yours, and you keen into his.

There’s not much time to waste, you’re meant to be at the mansion soon. It would be suspicious if one Hashira, let alone two were missing when the Master arrived and if asked, the crows would spill your secrets in a heartbeat. You need to hurry. And Sanemi feels the pressure too. Even though he loves to annoy you pretending he doesn’t care about being late or cluing in the others on what’s going on, he would never disrespect the Master. 

Pausing his movements and leaning back to peer down at you, Sanemi sighs. He’s so painfully hard, his length throbbing within the confines of his uniform as he drinks in the sight of your kiss swollen lips, just the way he wanted them. And your face flushed, pupils blown wide as all hell with arousal. He’s sure he looks much the same, knowing you’re just as possessive as he is, though you hardly show it. It’s simply easier to hide your little territorial marks, the scratches you leave on him when they blend in so well among the rest of his scars.

Your fingers ghost along his chest, finding his nipples and you pinch the hardening buds, smirking when you see the way Sanemi’s eyes almost roll back. He can’t take another fucking second of this teasing. Not after he hasn’t seen you in who knows how long. He wants you badly that even your voice is enough to make him ruin his pants right now. It’s the semi-annual Hashira meeting tonight and he’s not willing to wait until Himejima is done yapping to have you.

Sanemi tugs at his uniform, getting his pants down just barely enough to pull his cock out. The tip is angry, red, just as desperate to be inside you as Sanemi. It glistens with his desire for you and you only.

“Gonna fuck you now, okay?” He tells you, hooking a finger into your undergarments and pulling them to the side. He runs his digits through your folds, hissing when he feels how drenched you are. It helps when he slips two fingers into you, mouth falling open when you throw your head back with a cry, your walls clamping around him. This Sanemi’s favorite part. Watching the way your brows knit together, how your pretty teeth dig into your plush bottom lip to bite back your moans, how your pussy makes the most lewd noises as he pumps his fingers into you.

You are glorious.

Always have been. It’s why he can never get enough of you. You’re insanely strong, clearly. You’re a Hashira, standing alongside him and some of the strongest in the corps. But you’re also blessed with a beauty that rivals every woman Sanemi has ever laid eyes on. He’s drawn to you in ways he cannot explain, ways he doesn’t need an explanation for. It’s why he hates catching the little glances from a certain other Hashira. Not that anyone knows what you two have going on, but all Sanemi knows is that he –

“Sanemi…” you whimper, eyes gazing softly at him. “Please. I need you.”

And he doesn’t need to hear more. His lips crash against yours as he swiftly pulls his fingers from you, gripping his length tightly and pumping himself. “How bad do you need me?” He asks. Because he needs you so fucking bad right now he can’t think straight. His mind is foggy, his body burns with his lust for you. 

“So, so bad, Sanemi,” you loop your arms around his neck, kissing him just as eagerly as he kisses you. “I need you more than anything.”

Sanemi groans, pressing the tip of his cock to your entrance. But his eyes never leave your face, even as the tip breaches your walls and makes him want to shut his eyes and focus on not cumming embarrassingly fast. He wants to see you, watch the way you lose yourself when he splits you open. The thought of it has him pulsing painfully in his hand. He rolls his hips forward, slowly, gritting his teeth when your wet warmth envelops him. “Still so goddamn tight for me,” he grunts. “Your greedy cunt is sucking me right in, fuck.”

Your nails dig into the fabric of Sanemi’s shirt, hanging on for dear life as Sanemi pushes deeper and deeper into you. As many times as you’ve been in this position with Sanemi, it always feels like the first time. He’s so long and thick, you have to adjust every time he slips into you.

“Oh my god,” you whine, and Sanemi pauses.

“You okay?”

“Yes…just…fuck me, please, Sanemi…”

He grips your thighs, pushing you back against the bamboo fencing to hold you in place. And then he thrusts forward, bottoming out in one swift motion and you both cry out in unison, the overwhelming pleasure making you both shudder.

“Fucking hell,” Sanemi sighs. He places his hands beneath your ass, keeping you still while he rears his hips back, only to slam back into you over and over. He pounds into your pussy at a relentless pace. Half because you’re on one hell of a time crunch, and half because he can’t help it. He feels animalistic when it comes to you, fucking into you mindlessly because it just feels so goddamn incredible. Every thrust feels better than the last, your warm walls clenching around him with each snap of his hips.

“I can’t go that long without you again…” Sanemi croaks, catching himself because he feels he’s getting too sentimental. “...without your pretty little pussy.”

“God, just say you missed me, you asshole.” You tell him, moving your own hips to meet his strokes. Though your words come out as more of this pathetic whimper than an actual demand and it makes Sanemi’s hips stutter. Just briefly. His hands on your ass lift you up before pulling you to sink back down on him.

Sanemi chuckles, leaning back just enough so that he can look between your bodies, watch the sticky strings of your slick connecting you, watch how his dick disappears. “Did you miss me?”

“Yes!” You cry when Sanemi hits a particularly tender spot. “Shit, I missed you so much, Sanemi.”

His brows rise, a little surprised by the confession, and a loud one at that. “Oh?” He kisses you hard, keeping his pace. Your confession turns him on more than he’s willing to admit. He missed you, too, though it’s harder for him to say so. Instead he fucks all of his feelings into you. 

How he misses you when you’re apart, because his thoughts are dangerously distracted wondering what you’re doing, who you’re with, if you’re alive.

How he wishes you’d be assigned missions together, so he could watch you tear a demon's head straight from their shoulders. Then find somewhere to stay the night so he can fuck you on every surface possible (He’s done this with you before. He wants to do it with you again).

How he wishes he could open his mouth and tell you how he truly feels.

But those feelings have always been foreign to him. Sanemi is lucky you understand his silence, that you accept his actions for what they are and let them speak for him. You accept everything he gives you happily. And as you tighten your legs around his waist, as you quietly let your pleasure be heard by him and him alone, as your walls clamp down around him with your release, convulsing and pulling him into you, Sanemi can only thank the Gods for every shitty circumstance that led him to you.

Does he deserve you? Probably not. Does he care? Absolutely not.

Because you chose him. This secret…whatever this is. Out of anyone in this world, you chose Sanemi.

And it’s enough to send him over the edge with you, gasping desperately for air as he tries to find your lips again. He closes his eyes, pushing himself as deep as he can as his release floods your walls. It’s so much, a build up over time and he knows his seed will be dripping out of your core before he’s even had a chance to pull out. It’s always this way. Because Sanemi doesn’t bother entertaining other women when he’s away. He only wants you. So the second he’s within the same vicinity as you, he has literally so much to give.

You never seem to mind.

Sanemi breaks the messy kiss, placing gentle, sweet pecks to your cheek before he leans back to stare down at you. That fucked out look on your face almost has him getting hard again. But you don’t have time for that, so he just watches you and you watch him. And he’s glad for the fact that you can’t see the way his mind is racing with only thoughts of you, thoughts of this feeling he’s buried so deep trying to claw its way up Sanemi’s throat.

But you can see - in those deep violet eyes of his - three little words swimming behind them that he's been itching to say to you for quite some time now. You want to say them too, have for as long as you can remember. 

But you're both Hashira. It's already enough that you both keep towing this dangerous line, finding yourselves in this exact predicament more often than not.

It's a little more than ridiculous actually, the way neither of you can resist sneaking glances, hiding touches, making excuses to leave on missions together. You and Sanemi…you're drawn to each other, your strings of fate knotted tightly together. It’s become impossible to leave each other alone. You don't think you'd be able to resist what you're doing even if you met as two civilians on the street. Hell, you couldn't resist each other all those years ago when you were low ranked corps members. 

Training was a confusing hell back then, every session filled to the brim with fury and a strange and thick tension neither of you could put your finger on until way down the line. It wasn't until one particular training session when Sanemi had you pinned to the ground, his strong hips pressing into yours, that you then understood what that tension was. The evidence was apparent in the way Sanemi's hard stare bore into yours, how the heat between your legs began to ignite when you felt Sanemi’s thick length pulse against you, how something akin to a whimper fell from his lips when his gaze snapped down quickly just in time to watch the hem of your uniform skirt slip further, enough for him to see the way your bodies seemed to just…fit.

Then his eyes were back on your face, your lips, now parted as harsh breaths escaped you. Your eyes, wide and wanting, peered up at him from beneath your lashes and Sanemi remembers this being the very moment he stopped denying what he had always known. You are breathtakingly beautiful. He also recalls this being the moment he knew he was done for. 

So when your hands found themselves placed against his not yet scarred chest, balling the sweaty fabric of his shirt in your fists…when he leaned closer and curiously rolled his hips against your clothed core and heard you let out the most captivating sound he'd ever heard, a sound he's been obsessed with since he's heard it…when he pressed his lips lightly to yours and you whispered into his mouth “I've never done this before”.

Yeah, Sanemi knew then that he was fucked. 

And though that night was not the night you'd given your virginity to Sanemi - that would happen years later - it was the night Sanemi tasted you for the first time. And he devoured you time and time again like a man starved. He would have you any way and any time that he could, if you allowed him. 

That was only the beginning.

Not much has changed in the years that you have been keeping up this arrangement with Sanemi. It's the only thing that you both keep coming back to, the only thing that feels solid. Though you both know it's stupid to feel as if anything in this line of work is not at risk. 

Every night that you lie awake, together or not, is a reminder. Every semi-annual meeting with the Hashira, mentally taking a headcount of everyone is a reminder. Every Hashira meeting without Rengoku, without Tengen is a reminder. 

Death is always standing just outside your door.

You can't afford to delude yourselves into thinking you can freely love and care for each other. Not until this thousand year war is over. Not until you are free to roam beneath the stars together without the scent of blood, the cries of pain and loss tainting the night. 

So, as you and Sanemi slip into the gates of the Ubuyashiki Mansion, your fingers brush together just briefly - a silent display of those words you dare not mutter aloud. You make your way to your respective places amongst the strongest of the Demon Slayer corps; you, next to Tomioka and Sanemi beside the Serpent Hashira. And while you quietly mingle with those around you before the Master appears, you miss the hushed conversation further down the line. 

“You reek of her,” Obanai remarks. Resting around his shoulders, his snake whips his tongue out at Sanemi in almost an agreement. 

“Shut up.”

“You're more tense than normal. Did you finally confess? Did she reject your advances?”

“I said shut up,” Sanemi growls. The chatter of everyone is already grinding on his nerves and your voice is not helping. He wants to look at you. See what - or who - has you giggling and speaking so sweetly that it's making him sick. It shouldn't matter. You can talk to whoever you want.

‘Except Tomioka,’ Sanemi thinks. But it's only because he's so clearly in love with you! He can't understand how you don't see it.

“Looks like Tomioka is making his move,” Obanai notes quietly, like he read Sanemi’s mind.

Sanemi can hear the teasing tone in his voice. The asshole is really getting a kick out of this. Even still, it's enough to have Sanemi’s gaze snapping over to you just in time to see Tomioka and you smiling sweetly at each other, nodding and whispering amongst yourselves. 

It shouldn't make Sanemi as upset as it does, just seeing you enjoy yourself with him, seeing him enjoy himself with you. Your smiles, your laughs, your kindness. It should only be for Sanemi. But you're a kind person…too kind. So kind you'd allow a monster like himself to fall in love with you.

Tomioka is much kinder, more understanding, better for you than Sanemi could ever be. 

And so, seeing you and him bond…Well, it fills Sanemi with a rage so hot he finds himself standing, eyes locked on the back of your head. You must feel it, his gaze beating down on you like rays of heat from the sun itself, because you fall silent and your head snaps around. Your eyes find Sanemi's immediately, gaze wide and questioning. 

Tomioka looks confused as well. ‘Good,’ Sanemi thinks. He can't wait to see the look on the Water Hashira's face when Sanemi does what he's been wanting to, but admittedly too scared to do for so long – claim you as his in front of everyone.

He lets the fumes of his anger fuel him, gritting his teeth so hard his jaw hurts. And then he's opening his mouth to speak, tongue on the roof of his mouth as all other chatter dies and the eyes of the other Hashira land on him. 

“I lo-”

“The Master has arrived!” Twin voices call in unison. 

And it's like muscle memory for every single Hashira, falling in line on one knee with their heads bowed as the Master approaches. His arrival extinguishes the fire that burned hazardously within Sanemi just seconds before, soothes the scorching left behind. His head is clear now, the reminder of why you both choose to keep your meetings between just you two evident.

You have a job to do. Defeating this evil comes before all things, even you. Though with the way Sanemi almost blew the lid off of your secret, he's not sure how much longer can go on without openly being with you. 

But it sparks something within him - a new fire. One that burns solely for one purpose. 

To defeat Kibutsuji Muzan…so that he can finally, and fully have you. 

What It Takes To Win

Pro-Basketball Player Suguru Geto X Sports Analyst/Personality Reader

Warnings: Rough sex; Jealousy; A bit of angst/arguments; Marking (Small mention of blood) Adult Language

Plot: Y/N L/N cannot stand Suguru Geto as a player. He is selfish and does not take the game she loves seriously. So why does she keep meeting him in bed?

I wrote this for @ayyy-pee amazing writing prompt! Please check out all the other wonderful stories at #JujutsuJournal #jujutsuJournal

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“Y/N why are you so hard on them? They make it to the playoffs every year!” Your co-host scoffed; As you reviewed last night's games. You were currently discussing your least favorite team's loss.

“What is the point of setting up that offensive screen when we all know where the ball is going?” You laugh; your eyes roll automatically. “Suguru Geto has to always touch the ball. All the other teams know this. Sure, they may make it to the playoffs but immediately get swept.”

“The man’s PRA is consistently over 40! He is the franchise player for a reason.” Again he counters in defense. “He is easily an MVP player.”

You gawk at the man sitting beside you. “When you shoot 30 threes a game and make ten then of course you will be the highest scorer! I just don’t understand why people defend him so much? He needs to learn how to be less controlling and selfish!” You shout at the camera; talking vigorously with your hands. “I’ll admit he is good when I see a championship ring on his finger.”

~

“Would you look at that…” His deep velvet voice hummed dangerously in your ear. He had a tight grip on the back of your neck; forcing you to watch your broadcast from last night. “Mmmm… I need to be less controlling and selfish.”

Suguru Geto shoves your face down into the pillow not giving you time to think or respond; His other hand digs into your hip as he thrust into you even faster. You're a sobbing moaning mess as his cock pushes down into your soaking folds; the sinful wet noise makes you even louder.

“Sugu…” Your whine is muffled into the silk fabric of the pillowcase, now coated in your drool. You feel him push his entire weight on you as you cry out his name. The action pushes his cock further rubbing against that special spot. Your entire body shudders. His long hair tickles your body; as he leans into your shoulder to scrape his teeth on the soft flesh. Not giving up his merciless rhythm.

The hand that had a grip on your neck pulls you back against his chest. A small nibble to your earlobe as he pulls you even closer. “No.” He says maliciously pulling his cock out until the tip is barely at your entrance; you both groan; him because your pussy pulses at the feeling and you because you want him to continue his movements.

Suguru laughs at your pathetic state. He holds you tightly, your fighting against him to sink back onto his dick; desperate to be impaled completely by him again. “Call me MVP.” He practically growls and you shake your head. Though your mind was blank with lust you still refused. He makes a frustrated sound, his muscles straining to keep you still; veins in his forearm bulge.

“So damn stubborn.” He whines; You could sense he was just as needy as you; You look up at him with your best pout.

“Sugu please…” You beg your eyes low and you watch as he clenches his jaw. “Kiss me.” You knew he could not resist no matter how tough of a demeanor he portrays. No matter how much you fought.

Suguru looks down at you; the purple hue of his irises barely visible due to his blown out pupils. He lets out a desperate breath and you mewl softly. His hold softens and he lifts you up. His strength always amazes you as he turns you around to face him.

Before you could mutter another word his lips were on yours. A deep passionate kiss fueled by both of your conflicting emotions. You gasp and his tongue is down your throat. You suck on it greedily and he groans.

The grip on your hip disappears and you push down. Both of you moan against the kiss as you sink onto his cock. His hands lower as he spreads your ass apart. He bites your lower lip. “Fucking brat…” Suguru whispers but you smirk knowing he loves this as much as you do.

A burst of confidence and you sense the shift in the power dynamic; you lightly trace his collarbone. As his eyes flutter at the light touch you push him back against the mattress. You enjoy the smile that appears on his face; his expression now amused.

“Show me what you got then pretty.” Suguru laughs as he grips your thighs. You begin to grind against him; feeling full as you push down your clit now rubbing against his lower stomach. Your head falls back and a wicked sound escapes your lips. “That’s it…” his voice rasps and shudders.

“Sugu suck…” you lean over, guiding his face to your taut nipples. He obliges your request and your body trembles. You knew it wouldn’t be long before you used him to cum.

Slowly you begin to move; your mind blanking at the feeling of his dick sliding halfway out. The squelching as you moved back taking him deep once again makes you breathless. “Fuck… s’good…” you mumble trying to keep your eyes open to take in his blissful expression. He bites your bud as his thumb circles the other.

Just as you pussy clenches around him; you pull his hair roughly and he cries out against you. You follow screaming his name. He loses himself and begins bucking up into you. Overstimulated, you lose all control when he thrust wildly. “Shit… so addictive…” he says against your flesh.

A soft whine, he releases, his hold now rough enough to bruise as he buries his cock deep coating your walls white. “This is so crazy…” you sob lost in the overwhelming feeling. Both of you fall still and struggle to regain your breath.

“I still can’t stand you.” You say after a while. Neither one of you has pulled away; bodies pressed close and covered in sweat. A chuckle vibrates in his chest.

“Feeling is mutual.” He grins wolfishly and you roll your eyes. Pulling you close he bites down on your neck and you smack his very toned chest.

“Suguru I swear if you leave a mark!” You shout wriggling from his grasp pushing him away. You both let out a sigh as you pull away and your traitorous cunt already misses him. “Well thanks for this.” You stretch and begin to move out of the bed.

He sits up and gently grabs your wrist. “Are you tapping out on me already?” He is temptation personified. Those deep velvet eyes piercing into your own. That muscular athletic body decorated in tattoos. His long black hair is messy from what just occurred. But you manage to move your arm out of his grasp.

“Early flight back. And I need to study some game footage before the show.” You say looking around for your scattered clothing. Suguru groans but does not argue. He stays in bed and watches as you walk around the room.

“Should rewatch my game.” He mutters and you laugh. “I’m serious! I’m one of the best in the league.” You hear his tone change; aggravated.

“Didn’t you have practice tonight?” You ask a bit snidely. You know he was known for skipping out. The lack of teamwork is the clear result.

“You're such a bitch.” He mutters coldly, standing up himself and heading to the bathroom. “Lock the door behind you.” You shrug and finish getting dressed. Make your way out the door without a second thought.

~

It was a busy day in the NBA. Mid season and all the teams were quickly trying to build towards the playoff games. Rumors of trades swirl around and you are currently jotting down your hypothesis. Your mad scribbles are interrupted by the ding of your phone.

I sent you a court side ticket for my game this weekend. It will be in your city.- Suguru

After the harsh words you both have not spoken in a while. You are surprised by the sudden gesture and a bit suspicious.

Why? I planned on just using my press pass. No need.

A quick response:

I want you to see me play up close. Just use it. -Suguru

I can see just fine in the press seats. Less attention.

After about ten minutes there is no response. You assume Suguru had given up. Just as your mind focuses back on work your phone vibrates with a call. You let out a breath to keep your cool.

“What is it?” You ask the annoyance obvious in your voice. Suguru chuckles at your attitude. Music is playing in the background. He is most likely cruising around his city without a care.

“I’m going to keep bothering you until you accept Y/N. So stop being stubborn.” Suguru is unbothered by your cold demeanor. You know his persistence. He would be true to his word.

“If I accept, will I be able to finish my work in peace?” You say monotonously; you scribble a potential trade in the process.

“Whatever you want. Just say yes.” He sounds a bit too enthusiastic. As if your last encounter he did not call you a derogatory name and leave the room.

“Fine.” You agree half heartedly. “See you then.”

“You know you miss…” you quickly hang up on him with a frustrated sigh.

You were unsure how your dislike for him turned into a physical relationship. Insults were thrown one night when you all noticed each other at an event. Next thing you knew you were being thrown against the brick wall outside of the bar. Your Legs around his body and lips hungrily fighting for dominance.

Probably a number of factors were the cause, combination of unprocessed emotions and childhood trauma. When you were constantly working it was hard to find time to unpack. You assume this was the root to your strange attraction to the arrogant man who believes himself to be unstoppable.

You do what you do best. Bury your thoughts into statistics of the game you love. This has always kept your mind from tumbling too far into the dark.

~

The crowd is in a fever pitch as your home team faces off with Suguru’s. It is currently the fourth quarter; the previous quarters all ending in an unprecedented tie. The battle is a fierce one.

Sitting court side you saw everything so clearly. You hate to admit you were a bit thankful for the view. You now watch as Suguru is one on one with your team's franchise player, Saturo Gojo.

The amazing point guard is close to getting a triple double. You always admired his passes, never knowing where he would throw the ball. He is truly a team player. Though at times he got a bit whiny and flopped a bit too dramatically, overall he was well rounded.

“Suguru dribbles left but Satoru is leaving him no room!” The announcer echoes over the roaring fans. Then Suguru does something very much in character. He turns towards the crowd and winks, steps back a millimeter and scores the three in Satoru’s face. You follow his line of sight to a beautiful group of women. That is so like him. The crowd was in an uproar.

A timeout is called to slow the current pace of the game. Of course Suguru bought you court side seats near his team's bench. Your eyes widen when Suguru instead of going to the huddle makes a beeline in your direction.

You shake your head no but he plays by his own rules. Leaning into your ear, sweaty and a bit out of breath he whispers, “Did I make you jealous? I’ll wink at you next time.”

You lower your ball cap hoping no one recognizes you and glares. You choose not to even acknowledge his presence. You glance around hoping a photographer did not catch the moment. “Suguru!! What the fuck are you doing?” The coach shouts and you are relieved when he walks away.

“Asshole…” You mutter still in a state of shock. Mid game and he is trying to make you feel bad? What is the motivation?

The rest of the game is dimmed a bit by the interaction. Your mind is anxious that you might end up in a tabloid. Even after your home team pulls out the victory in overtime.

~

You could not help but bring your press pass along. You make your way into the press conference room to catch a bit of the players and coaches reaction to the game. You stumble a bit through the crowd trying to find an open spot. Finding one a bit clumsily just as Satoru Gojo sits down to be interviewed.

“She is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen…” his voice echoes across the small area. You feel your fellow reporters' eyes fall onto you. “Ooo shit.. is my mic turned on already.”

You look up at Satoru and those blue eyes meet your own. His cheeks flush red and the room fills with laughter. “I’m so sorry. You're one of my favorite sports personalities. Seeing you in person… I- sorry.” He addresses you and you want to disappear. But remain professional. “Please I’ll take a question from you if you have one.”

“Umm yeah… Thank you.” You try to ease your racing heart from the sudden and unexpected attention. “First congratulations on your triple double tonight. This will be your fourth one in a row. Being a franchise player, how do you still remain humble to your team?”

Satoru Gojo beams a smile. “My team makes it easy. If I get a bit too cocky they bring me back. Honestly without them I would not have accomplished as much as I have. I am thankful.”

The expression on his face is proof of his devotion to the game. He meant every word. Suguru suddenly pops into your mind. He could be even greater if only his mentality could shift. His potential was there and that is what infuriated you the most.

As you jotted down notes from the rest of the post game conference your phone vibrates.

I’m staying at the Brown hotel. Meet me. -Suguru

Fine

Even after the embarrassment he had caused you, your body reacts to his text. The way he touches you was unlike any past relationship. Images of your exploits flash into your mind. You could not deny the sparks between you. So when he calls you answer.

~

You spot him surrounded by a group of fans in the lobby. Your eyes meet for a second as you make your way to the less crowded bar area. “Two Whiskeys on the rocks please.” You address the bartender who nods.

You feel him as he approaches, just as you're taking your first sip. “Here is the most beautiful woman in the world.” He mocks and you grumble assuming that clip must have gone viral.

You pass him the drink you had ordered him as he sits beside you. “Are you jealous?” You tease, cocking your head to the side with a smirk.

“Pfft.. of Satoru?” Suguru sounds a bit less confident than usual. “Never. Why didn’t you stay to ask me a question? I scored an all time high in your stadium.” Was there a bit of hurt laced in his words?

“Did you win?” You ask more harshly than you meant. The earlier frustration of how he could be one of the best currently on your mind if he could be less selfish.

Suguru’s expression darkens and he doesn’t speak. This was different from the usual banter you both often shared. This felt more serious. You just want to crack his ego a bit for his own good. Yet who were you to judge?

“I’m sorr…” you go to apologize but he holds up a hand. You watch as he finishes his liquor in one gulp, setting the glass on the counter with a clank. He pulls out his wallet and you go to stop him but he glares at you, setting a stack of bills down.

He slides the room key in your direction. “Finish up your drink. Take your time.” Without allowing you to speak. Pushing your arm away as you reach for him he walks off.

With a stubborn huff you do as he says. You did not think he would take what you said so seriously. He started the whole thing by copying Satoru’s words. So you order a second drink and take your time.

~

The moment you open the door to the suite his hand is around your throat. His body is pushing you against the door, wearing nothing but a towel. His lips meet yours at a feverish pace. You struggle to breath, move, or think. You can only respond.

After stealing your entire being from you he pulls away. Drool coating both your lips and dazed expressions. Suguru Geto is a man you found yourself losing yourself in with one touch.

Yet under that heated gaze you see that strange mix of anger and sadness. “Sugu…” you call out to him for reassurance. His mind seems to snap back to the present.

“Want to take a shower before?” He asks flatly. Those eyes tell you he is going to devour and break you. You know you should question him. You could see you upset him; your body shivers in anticipation.

“Y-yeah…” you mutter weakly, waiting for him to let you out of his grasp. You're pinned to the door not only by his body but that penetrating glance. The large pupils, the way his breath is heavy, and reddened cheeks. You suddenly lift your finger to trace his jaw line softly. He was too damn pretty. It makes arguing with him so unfair.

Suguru steps away after a few more tense seconds. You study his features, so serious, the way his mouth gapes open and closed it seems he wants to speak. Instead he walks away giving you space.

You stay against the door watching his large back retreat to sit down on the velvet lounge chair. There was a conversation you both needed to have but neither one of you wanted to cross that line.

You let out a soft sigh and make your way to the suite's elaborate bathroom. Steam greets you as you open the door. The warmth is a welcome comfort as you begin to undress.

You take out your make up remover from your bag, along with cleanser. The routine of washing your face refreshes your mind. The soft texture of the luxury hotel washcloth feels nice.

You turn on the shower, test the temperature and step inside, amazed by the space that greets you. You are still not used to the amenities that a professional athlete like Suguru Geto receives. A truly lavish lifestyle, far above even you a sports personality could even fathom.

You lose track of time, lost in thought, as the water cascades down upon you. The smell of Suguru’s body wash as you scrub your body, entices your senses. Your stomach flutters in anticipation.

You feel his presence before you see him. Taken by surprise not expecting him to interrupt you. “Hey. What’s up? You ok?” You call out, reaching for the knobs to turn off the shower.

Just as you turn the knobs off, the glass door slides open. Those velvet eyes burn with lust and possessiveness you have never quite seen. He yanks you by the base of your hair and you let out a groan. You catch out of your peripheral his hotel robe thrown to the floor carelessly. His body was pressed against your own.

“I kept…” Suguru kisses you passionately, his tongue taking claim of the inside of your mouth. Not giving you time to even take a breath. “Seeing that interview… mmm.” His teeth tug at your lower lip. You moan as his hands grip onto your hips roughly.

He lifts you up, his hard cock twitching against your stomach. The friction causes a whimper to escape your lips. He sets you down, the cold marble of the counter causes you to shiver. Suguru spreads your thighs apart, kneeling before you.

You're overheating, your mind losing the ability for a logical thought. Eyes low you watch as he gathers his long hair from his face and ties it up. Your pussy already wet, leaks even more from the imagery, everytime, Pavlovian dog effect.

Before you could protest his face was between your legs. A harsh bite to your inner thigh and you cry out, you grip the counter tightly.

His tongue slowly makes teasing circles on your clit, your head falls back against the mirror from the pleasure. “Suguru… fuck…” you manage to say, “what’s with you tonight?” His fingers dig into the thick flesh of your thighs, the pain feeling so good.

He does not respond with words. Instead he kisses your cunt with vigor, sucking and squelching, prodding his tongue along the folds. His thumb rubbing your nub you are overwhelmed. Making you a whining mess within seconds, your orgasm catches you off guard. Your body convulses violently around him.

“Sh-shit… wait…” you could only curse as he drinks up your cum, then shoves two fingers deep inside. Overstimulated, you gasp and hear him groan as your finger clench around his digits.

He does not listen to your plea. Thrusting over and over hitting your sweet spot, by now he knows your body well. He is using this to his advantage. His lips slick with your arousal, he looks as if he might growl as those eyes stare up at you, barely visible through your eyelashes. Baring his teeth in a maniacal expression as he watches you fall into pieces for him.

Tears begin to pool from the corner of your eyes. “What... ahh… o fuck…” Words were difficult as you cum consecutively. Still silent he slowly removes his fingers, you make a pathetic sound. He stands, takes hold of the back of your neck, and brings his fingers coated in your liquid towards your lips. You open obediently. He hums in satisfaction as you suck and lick tasting yourself. Without warning he pushes them down your throat, you swallow but he pushes further. Your eyes widen as he chokes you.

He looks crazed as he watches you gag. You grip his wrist and he lets you pull back his hand. “Suguru what the fuck…” The silence is driving you mad. Then his lips were on yours once again.

Not for long though, he yanks you forward falling into his chest. Leaning down he sucks on the sensitive flesh of your neck, then bites down. You scream out as you feel the thin flesh break.

He flips you around and your bewildered expression greets you. The spot he just sank his teeth into red and a small amount of blood visible. You go to curse him but your mouth closes when you feel his tip collect your juices. Instead you let out a loud moan and lift your ass higher.

“That’s it, make it easier for me…” His voice is raspy and low. “Such a slut…” You hate that you were relieved to hear him speak, even if it was to degrade you. “My perfect little whore.” Giving you no time to adjust he pushes into you, deep. You cry out your voice strangled from the pressure.

Suguru ruts into you completely feral. His hips snapping into you with a force that has you tightly holding onto the sink. Your mind is completely blank as you try to keep up with him. Just a potent cocktail of pain and pleasure that has you screaming.

A sinister chuckle erupts from him causing you to attempt to look back. He roughly grabs your chin leaning into you but not stopping his malicious pace. He forces you to look at your fucked out expression. “At least you think my cock is good enough…” He says sadistically.

His words hit deep. Even in this blissful state your heartaches as you make eye contact and see his hurt. You never truly understood how much he was affected by your statements. You assumed he merely brushed them off.

“Fuck Suguru…” You stifle your moan. “I think you could be one of the greatest.” You finally say outloud your frustration. His movements falter at your proclamation. His face softens and his death grip on your hip and chin loosen. “A legend if you wanted to. If you tried.”

“What?” He slowly pushes back into you, stopping completely, and you whine. Those violet eyes look at you through the mirror in disbelief. “A legend?” He asks more to himself to confirm the words were actually muttered by you.

Seeing his ego shatter before you, a sense of compassion fills you. “You idiot…” you click your teeth and rub back against him, rewarded by a deep groan. “I get so pissed at you because you are so talented. You don't even try!” You shout at him, all the bitterness you held coming to the surface.

Suguru chuckles again but this time it feels warm. He leans his forehead against the back of your head, you feel him kiss the crown of your hairline softly. “You suck at communicating.” He whispers and you find yourself smiling even as you roll your eyes.

“Fuck me Suguru.” You say sternly as he nuzzles against you. “Is that clear enough for you?” You say teasingly and you feel him nod.

He pulls out of you and you go to protest. But before you could speak he turns your body to face him. Looking down at you with a wide grin he says, “Yeah I hear you…” He kisses you again but this time it feels different. His lips brush against yours slower and with a purpose. Your breaths intermingle so intimately. You squeak in surprise when he lifts you up and begins carrying back towards the room. “You're so cute.”

Usually his flirty remarks leave no impression on you, but the way he looks at you while saying it your heart flutters. You feel heat rush to your cheeks. Embarrassed by your own sudden strong emotions, you swat at his shoulder causing a fit of laughter from you both.

That night you make love. Exploring every inch of each other's body. Sensual and meaningful fluidity as your bodies connected. Suguru refuses to let you look away, “I want to watch every expression you make for me.” A strange feeling, one you have not felt in a very long time reaches you. It was intense and overwhelming in a foreign way then your usual fuck sessions.

Early in the morning exhausted and worn out you attempt to leave the bed. Suguru once again grabs your wrist to stop you, “Stay with me.” You bite your lower lip in contemplation but agree. Craving his embrace as you return under the covers.

~

It felt weird being the one reaching out towards him. After that night and a nice breakfast you had parted ways. No calls or texts were being returned. Your mind has been a mess, thinking about only Suguru Geto.

Work keeps you pretty busy but it is not the usual distraction you could rely on. Yet you did notice a change. A change in Suguru’s playing style.

The play offs were occurring. Suguru’s team did not get swept in the first round. He was playing differently. His assists were on the rise and his post game conferences were full of praise about his teammates.

Even as your co-host basically said I told you so, you could not help but smile at the progress. Yet you still refused to mutter the words that Suguru wanted to hear so badly.

~

“Suguru Geto and his team have made it to the finals Y/N.” Your co-host says annoyingly.

You laugh and shrug as your show is coming to an end for the night. “Suguru’s progress has been impressive. I can not deny that. I guess we will have to see what happens.”

Your co-host is stunned by your acceptance but quickly recovers and finishes up the show. As the all clear was given you go to grab your phone and hate how excited you felt when you saw the text on the screen.

Got you court side tickets to the finals. Sorry I have not been in contact. Taking things more seriously. -Suguru

~

The sound of the fans was deafening. Confetti flies around the stadium as people rush to the court in excitement. Suguru’s team pulls it off. They have won the championship game.

Watching the final game is always such a bittersweet moment. The joy on the winning team's face is endearing. The dejected sadness and hunched figures of the other team always got to you as well.

As you look away from the sorrow filled expression and back to the court you spot Suguru. Those eyes zone in on you even as he is bombarded by his teammates and media. He reaches out for you.

Unlike the previous game, in these exact seats, you feel elated. Your body reacts on its own propelling you towards him. He opens his arms to you and praises your insight to all that were near. The shocked faces should embarrass you but his presence makes you feel emboldened.

You stand on your toes to whisper, “My MVP.” His eyes widen as he takes a second to register what you just said. Realization settles in and he takes hold of your face. You are the one now surprised, as he kisses you in front of everyone. You sense the flash of the bulbs and mics being shoved towards you but you are completely engulfed by him. Fuck… I think I love him…

The Woods

Suguru x F!Reader

Mature Content

Y/N has taken a break from dating for a while but questions that decision when she meets Suguru on a camping trip with her friends.

(A/N: I will adjust tags as I go. There will be smut, though. This is my first story in a long time so let me know what you think!)

Chapter 1

Nature getaway

You flop onto your temporary bed for the next couple of weeks and look at the spectacular view of the forest from the large windows of your room. You were lucky enough to beat traffic so you got there before your friends did. Part of you is anxious about this trip but after blowing off every invite for the past half a year, you couldn't avoid your friends any longer. Well, you could but it was likely that they'd break down the door to your apartment and kidnap you. You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a moment. When you open them back up it's clear a moment turned into a couple of hours. The sun was beginning to set and you could hear your friends making their way through the door. Since you have the only room on the bottom floor it ensures that at the very least early mornings will be quiet and to yourself. The nights not so much but you're kind of nocturnal anyway so that doesn't matter much. You walk out and one drops their stuff to run to you for a bear hug. The other holds onto her stuff with a smile.

“Y/N! I'm so happy you decided to come!” Utahime wraps you in a hug with a huge smile on her face. She's been the most adamant that you come with them for this trip.

“Yeah, I figured some time with friends out in nature couldn't hurt.” You hug her back and give her a small smile.

“You getting enough sleep kid? Ieiri asks, her voice a lot more calm. She still has her things in hand as she maneuvers through the living room of the admittedly spacious cabin. She's slowly inching her way to the stairs as if she doesn't want to get caught.

“Um,, maybe but what exactly are you doing?” She keeps moving as you speak. “Also don't call me kid, we're the same age.” you grumble under your breath.

“What do you mean? No clue what you're talking about.” Utahime is quicker to figure it out than you are.

“Don't you dare! I told you I'm taking that back room!” Utahime lets go of you, almost pushing you over, and rushes to grab her stuff as Ieiri sprints off.

They race and fight each other for a while. You watch for a bit, slightly amused. They fight more than anyone I've ever seen and it's clear that it's cause they like each other and this is the only way they can get that close without “making things weird”. After a bit you get bored so you head outside. There's more stuff in the SUV they drove up in so you go to grab as much as you can. It's likely that they will be too tired to do much after their death match and you wouldn't dare let any food go to waste.

The air is so clear out here. You take a moment to appreciate the sounds and the way the light hits the trees as it slowly begins it's daily descent. Filled with a type of peace you haven't felt in a really long time. You close your eyes tilting your head back to better feel the wind on your face and take a deep breath. The peace ended very quickly when you hear footsteps coming from behind you.

“Can I help you?” You turn and speak with clear irritation in your voice and your meanest mug when the steps are a movement away from being too close for comfort. You turn to see a man with long dark hair and warm but analytical eyes. He smiles softly, as if to calm you and you realize just how handsome he is. A different version of you would have been excited to see someone as beautiful as him but current you has dealt with the consequences of that version of you's bad decision making.

“Hey, I was just checking on all of you. I'm in the cabin next door with some friends so feel free to come by later. We're cooking and there's more than enough for everyone.” he looks at you as if he's staring into your soul. His eyes moving across your face really taking in your features.

“And you are...?” He's speaking as if you should know already but you can confidently say that you've never seen him before.

“Suguru! Hey, dummy.” Ieiri calls out to him. She's empty handed and her hair is messy from the brawl.

“Why do you look like you've been fighting the squirrels, Shoko?” He speaks marginally louder than he was to you a moment ago and you can hear the bass in his voice more clearly. Like a rumble in his chest. You try to ignore the goosebumps that pop up because of it.

“Utahime and I had a little disagreement about who deserved the best room in the cabin. I won of course.” she smiles smug.

“It's because you cheated! There's no biting and you know that!” Utahime comes storming out of the door looking twice as disheveled.

This triggers more bickering from them and you sigh as you realize this may be the entire trip. You hope somebody brought some pre-rolls cause you don't think this is an experience that sobriety can hold up to.

For a moment, you forget there was someone behind you so you jump when you hear his low chuckle. You turn to him and he's a bit closer than before. You're now on high alert, not because of fear or danger but because he smells so fucking good. You start to feel his body heat rolling off of him, he gets so close. Maybe a normal person who gets laid on a regular basis wouldn't notice that but you've been... touch starved, for lack of a better word. You joined team celibacy a long time ago, too long by the looks of things, so, obviously proximity to a man that has innate sex appeal coming out of every pore is enough to make you question your life choices.

“You're the friend that Ieiri told me about,” You look over at him as you speak. He moves to stand next to you to spectate the show your friends are putting on. He looks just as used to it as you are. The realization of just how tall he is hits you as you have to look up higher than expected with him so close to see his face. ”The one that owns the property here? Thanks for letting us stay. Or rather allowing me to come since you don't know me.”

You avoid looking at his face but since he isn't looking at yours, more interested in the fighting happening in front of you both, you take the opportunity to look him over. Just glancing you wouldn't notice the very defined muscles he's got going under that baggy shirt but after looking for more than a second it's very clear he spends a lot of time in the gym. He's folded his arms which showcases just how nice his biceps are. You rake your eyes further up and notice how strong his shoulders look and how strong his jawline is. You take subtle steadying breaths and pull your eyes away before you're caught.

“I am and it's not a problem. Really. Any friend of Shoko and Utahime is a friend of mine. You're Y/N, right?” He's now looking at your face but by that time you've moved your focus back on the argument so hopefully he hadn't noticed the salivating.

“I am. Nice to meet you.” You awkwardly nod your head toward him still avoiding eye contact. Your chest fills with that familiar feeling of anxiety. From what you've heard from your friends over the last couple of years, Suguru is pretty laid back about people but it's always nerve wracking to talk to someone new. Not everyone understands or cares for how socially awkward you can be.

The bickering turns into another all out brawl and this time you feel the need to step in. You trudge your way over and try to avoid the swinging arms and kicking feet. Finally you're able to separate the two. Grabbing the collars of their shirts like you're scruffing two cats.

“Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you two? Either fuck or leave other each alone. The childish flirting is driving me insane.” You scold them and set them down. “Can you behave? Please? For me?”

They cross their arms and pout refusing to look at each other like children and grumble. Two others have joined the spectacle, walking in from the trail that presumably connects the two cabins although you can't see the other one through the thicket of trees from here.

They're all three standing together now and your heart is pounding out of your chest. How the fuck do they all look like that? Birds of a feather really do flock together, even the pretty ones. The blonde one has strong masculine features and a stoic demeanor. He looks friendly enough but definitely is more of a no nonsense type of person. His eyes dark and vigilant, the crinkle they form when he smiles shows that he's kind despite how he holds himself. The white haired one has softer features but not in an androgynous why, more like in a pretty boy way. His eyes are the most vibrant blue you have ever seen and they're so warm it's almost like they're liquid encased in his eye. He looks like he ain't shit if you're being honest but damn is he nice to look at.

They're trying to hide their laugh at the interaction going on in front of them. You can't really blame them if you were the one watching it'd be pretty funny to you, too.

“Utahime, you cryin?” The white haired one says, not at all trying to hide his laughter. In fact, he points as he laughs.

“Fuck you, Gojo!” She yells at him. You raise your eyebrows, she normally keeps it together with anyone other than Ieiri and you're pretty sure that's because she has a crush on her. You archive that for later.

“Too late, babe, you already did.” She sputters and gets up grabbing stuff from the passenger seat of their car and stomping her way inside. Your jaw drops and eyebrows raise til they're damn near in your hairline. No need to ponder on it later, suspicion confirmed.

“Well damn.” You say as you hold your hands up as if in surrender and move out of her way as she passes you. You hope that coming here was the right choice, cause so far it's looking like a bunch of temptation and drama. Is it kinda funny drama? Yes. But still drama nonetheless.

“Nice going, Idiot.” Suguru says to him eyebrow raised in irritation and his mouth set in disappointment.

“What? She did!” The blonde one smacks him upside the head. He doesn't say anything he just gives what could be best described as the disappointed dad look.

“Could you at least try to behave yourself in front of our new friend?” Suguru turns to you as Shoko gets up from the ground and dusts herself off before wrapping an arm around you. “Satoru,” he turns to the white haired one, “Kento,” Then to the blonde, “This is Y/N.”

All eyes are on you and you want to crawl back to your room and hide under the blankets until everyone went away.

“Hey... what's crackin'?” You say uncomfortably and avoid eye contact with any of them.

“You're pretty.” Satoru purrs at you with a very charming smile, his eyes roaming everywhere but your face. And if you were still in a hoe phase that would have had the kitty meowing but, unfortunately, you are not so it just irritates you.

“I'm aware.” you say deadpan with your patented bitch face. You know it's rude but it's the most likely to get him to back off the quickest.

“Ohhhhh, feisty, I like that.” he smiles even bigger. You scoff and roll your eyes. Suguru pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly annoyed with his friends antics.

“Please don't mind him, it's nice to meet you.” Kento comes up and shakes your hand with a firm but gentle grasp.

“And you.” You smile at him genuinely unbothered by his presence. “Hopefully, I'm not being too rude but I have a feeling if I don't finish emptying out this car it won't get done tonight.

“Hey, I'd help!” Ieiri sounds off next you. You fix her with a “bitch please” look. She laughs it off. “Yeah, you're right.” She lets go of your shoulder and grabs the rest of her stuff before going inside.

“Let us help.” Suguru is already grabbing things and handing them to the others before you can say anything. They grab the heaviest of it and go inside to help put things away.

----------

It's completely dark outside and the weather has cooled just the tiniest bit. Enough that having a bonfire isn't an entirely ridiculous idea. Watching Kento and Suguru chase down Satoru to take the lighter fluid and matches away is nothing short of comedy gold.

“Yeah, get him!” Utahime yells with her full chest. She's five seconds away from an evil cackle when the two more responsible men tackle Satoru.

Satoru pouts but accepts his defeat. He goes to mess around with the music instead. Suguru prepares the fire pit and you watch his every move in silence. Your eyes are so glued to him that you don't notice your friends sharing a look and looking back at you.

“Take a picture it might last longer.”

“What are you talking about, Uta?” You sound guilty as fuck as you not so subtly tear your eyes away and look at anything else when Suguru makes eye contact with you hearing Utahime tease you.

“Oh that was real smooth. Not noticeable at all.” Ieiri chuckles next to you.

You give them the finger, “Sit on it and rotate, bitch.” This only makes them cackle even louder.

“What's so funny, ladies?” Suguru makes his way over. As you were getting teased he managed to get the fire going. He stops a couple of feet in front you.

“We were just talking about Y'N's possible interest in photography. We think she might have a good eye for it.”

Your head slowly turns to Ieiri and while your mouth says nothing your face says everything. Like, 'Bitch, please shut the fuck up, for the love of all that is holy.' for example.

He smiles again, dimples prominently on display and it all but destroys you, “Oh yeah? I'd love to see what's caught your eye.”

Your face goes hot and you pop up of the chair you were inhabiting and slowly make your way inside their cabin to get a drink. Alcohol will be needed for tonight, that much is clear.

“Yeah, I'll definitely let you know. Ya know, if I uh do that...” You bump into another one of the chairs and Suguru raising his eyebrows and tries to hide his smile. He clearly wants to laugh, finding your awkwardness cute.

“I'll hold you to that then.”

You spend dinner time avoiding participating in conversation. You don't want to stumble into any anxiety inducing conversation and the best way to do that is to not speak. You feel Suguru's eyes on you all throughout the meal but to be fair Satoru isn't doing much better. Luckily you're sat next to Kento and he is much quieter and doesn't feel the need to bore a hole in your head with his eyes. There's a level of camaraderie you feel with him purely because he lets you be but is still considerate and nice to you. You'll do your best to stick by his side during activities on this trip.

After everyone eats, there's a group effort to clear the table and make sure dishes are clean. Since there are six of you it takes no time at all. Everyone grabs their preferred drink and heads closer to the bonfire. Satoru is self assigned DJ and he's actually pretty good. Ieiri convinces Kento to dance and Utahime and Suguru join.

You sit near the fire on one of the nice outdoor sofas set to the side of the guy's cabin. You watch everyone talk, dance and reminisce on old times. Pre-rolls were brought along, and it looks like there's enough to supply a whole compound so you won't run out. You don't smoke as much as everyone else so that you could find your way back you the cabin without an accidental adventure into the woods. Knowing your dumb ass you'd get too caught up watching the stars to pay attention to where you're going.

You nurse the drink that Ieiri mixed for you. It mostly tastes like juice but you know there is a ton of tequila in it since you watched her make it. You're lost in thought staring into the fire when someone sits next to you, close enough to touch.

“You don't seem like you're having very much fun.” You look over to Suguru and he's watching you with intense eyes. That warm sweet smile on his face.

“I am, I just... sometimes I'm quiet. I like just being around the fun.” You avoid eye contact still, staring into your cup like it has the secrets of the universe in it. You may need a refill, you notice your cup is almost empty. Which makes you realize you're a bit tipsy. It's not bad, it actually helps a bit.

“A true introvert then, hm? Nothing wrong with that. So if this isn't really your thing, what is?” His voice is low and gentle. You look over at him making full eye contact possibly for the first time and see genuine interest in his dark eyes. It takes you a little off guard.

“Uh, well, I mostly stay home and work with computers. I like taking them apart and putting them together. I also game a lot.” You realize how shy you're acting. Like a school girl with a crush. Get it the fuck together, you tell yourself.

“Oh? Gamer girl. Nice. What you play COD or something?” his smile turns into a toothy grin.

“No, I'm not built for that community. I'd get banned for talking shit all the time. I like a lot of single player horror and sometimes I'll dabble in Valo, or League or Genshin, depending on my mood. I also like cozy games” Your body starts to relax as you talk about something familiar to you. You turn your body so your facing him and lean against the back of the sofa with your head resting on your hand. He mimics your body language and leans in a bit closer to hear you better. If there wasn't alcohol in your system you'd be an anxious mess at the proximity but this way you're able to relax a bit more.

“I don't think I could see you saying something so bad that you'd get banned for it.” his voice goes a bit lower as he speaks to you. “You seem too sweet for that. Maybe just a little shy.”

“Yeah, I could see that. I've been nothing but awkward today. But honestly...I'm kind of a bitch.” he laughs at this and you're wrapped up in the sound. “No, seriously. I can handle myself if I need to and I'm way less shy online than I am in person.”

“Hmm, I guess that makes sense. I almost forgot about how you handled Satoru earlier. That was great by the way I don't think he's ever been rejected like that.”

“Yeah, well, I didn't want him thinking he even remotely had a chance.” You wrinkle your nose in disgust and take that moment to sip from your cup. If there were a Redder flag they'd have to rename the color.

“And what about me? Do I have a chance?” thankfully you don't sputter and choke on your drink but your eyes go big as you look at him.

“Huh?” obviously, you heard him but you didn't know what else to say. He laughs and bites his lip before he answers when it's clear you needed him to repeat himself.

“Do I have a chance?” he repeats, “I mean you haven't told me to fuck off, yet.” He looks deeply into your eyes. It feels like he can see every part of you and he wants to see more. Greedy for your attention. It's in this moment you realize just how close your bodies are. That his hand has been resting on your thigh for a while now. His thumb rubbing circles into your exposed skin due to the shorts you're wearing.

“Oh well... I, uh-”

“Y/N! Come dance with us! You haven't gotten up since we ate. Come come!” Utahime calls for you and you have never been so grateful for her friendship in all your life.

“Yep! Coming!” You yell back and get up without saying a word to him.

“Not yet, you aren't.” you hear him mutter as you walk away. You choose not to acknowledge the statement, going with the calm, cool, and collected facade but internally you're screaming, crying and falling to your knees.

There's generic pop music playing along with a few club edits in the playlist. You take another shot to loosen up just a bit more and join your friends on the makeshift dance floor. You wouldn't consider your self a dancer but you aren't bad. You sway your hips to the music and get lost in it for a few songs before you feel eyes on you. You look over and notice Suguru still sitting on his own on the sofa, watching you over his cup as he takes a sip. His eyes shift up from your ass, he must of realized he was caught. He smirks and licks his lips. You turn away and keep dancing for a while.

“What's up with you two?” Ieiri asks from next to you as you both keep moving.

“What do you mean?”

“He's been eye fucking you all day and you aren't any better. If you weren't into it you would have cursed him out already.”

“What? He's not paying attention to me like that.” You don't know if you're trying to convince your self or her. But either way it's not working.

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that and maybe it'll be more believable one day.” She lets you be and focuses on dancing instead, opting to fluster Utahime by putting her hands on her hips. You pay no mind to them and their flirting. Hopefully, they get together on this trip and quit acting like tsundere weirdos.

You feel light and enjoy the feeling of the heat coming from the fire and the burn in your muscles from moving for so long. There's a small smile on your face as you decide to call it quits for the night. Everyone groaned when you told them that you were going to call it a night and asked you to stay but you're tipsy and tired.

“Let me walk you back.” Suguru pops up next to you from what feels like no where. You look at him and then the dark trail that leads back to the cabin and back at him. You're not so drunk that you think you'd get lost but it's dark and a little scary to walk alone.

“Yeah, sure. Thanks.”

You walk in silence for the first few steps. The further away you get the more the sound and light fades until eventually the trail is only illuminated by moonlight.

“So...” He starts but doesn't finish.

“So?”

He licks his lips and shakes his head almost like he's decided against speaking his original mind.

“The cabin you're in doesn't have a computer but mine does. If you want a break from everyone while we're here you can use it.”

“That's nice of you. Thank you.” the shyness comes back now that you're alone. “Why do you need a computer out here? Isn't the point to get away and focus on nature?”

“Satoru, Kento and I run a security agency and sometimes if there's an emergency that needs to be handled by one of us, we have to use it.”

“Are you sure you want me using it for gaming then? Seems like a pretty important piece of equipment for you.” he huffs a small laugh in response.

“It's fine, I promise.” he reassures you.

The rest of the walk is in silence. It's not awkward but there is a tension that makes you a bit nervous. But then again what doesn't.

“Thank you for walking me. I probably would have been fine but I still appreciate the company.” He grabs your wrist and turns you to stand facing him once you get close to the Cabin.

He slowly moves closer and lets go of your wrist to give you the option to move away if you'd like. His forehead rests on yours and your breath mingles with his.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers. You pause, speechless. You decide not to think and nod yes.

He closes the gap, putting one hand on your hip while the other cups your face. The kiss is gentle, his lips soft as they move against yours. It starts pretty chaste but as it continues and the heat in your tummy grows the kiss gets sloppier. He bites your lip which makes you gasp and he takes that moment to run his tongue over yours. He moans into you, which makes your whimper back. He uses his hand on your hip to pull your body flush to his, he gets a good squeeze. Enjoying how curvy you are his hand moves to grip your ass. His mouth moves to your jaw then right below your ear and slowly down your neck. Your eyes roll back feeling the small nips against your favorite spot and you wonder how he knew you would like that so much. He lowers himself a bit grabbing your thighs from the back and using the grip to separate your legs and pick you up, your legs instinctually wrap around him as he gently pushes your back into the front door of the cabin and grinds into you. With that movement, you feel exactly how big and how hard he is and it surprises you so much that it gives you a moment of clarity. Your eyes pop open and your breath hitches.

You push against his chest a bit and he immediately lowers you to the ground, removes his hands and detaches.

“Did I do something wrong?” He looks at you brows furrowed with worry.

“No, I just think we should stop there. I don't want things getting too complicated on this trip.”

He bites his kiss swollen lip, a habit you figure he has, and looks you over as he considers your words.

“Of course.” he doesn't seem upset at all, in fact his eyes stay soft and gentle as does his smile. He takes a good step back to make sure you have space and feel safe.

You nod and give him a small smile. You turn and walk into the cabin and he watches to make sure you make it in before he heads back.