Dissociation-station123 - Dissociation-Station

ℍ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕤

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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. 

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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?

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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…

Any Given Sunday

Chapter Three - Excitement in the Mundane

(This contains a tiny bit of smut) ⚠️

Toji’s POV

Toji punches the bag at the gym, it buckled against his fist. This was usually the place where his mind was at peace. He lets out a growl in frustration. What is the root cause of this vexation?

“I’m the worst. But I have another mouth to feed so I can’t give up!” That statement followed by the counterfeit laugh, he lost control of his thoughts.

The explanation previously; her divorce. The haunted look in her eyes. The familiarity of her situation. Did he feel guilty at that moment?

Y/N overworks herself to the bone. She does not let anything stop her. He wonders if her child is struggling as much as she seemed to be.

Then the memories overcome him like a tidal wave. The fear he felt when he found out his girlfriend was pregnant. The fights that followed about what to do. Losing her and giving up the one thing she left behind.

“Do you enjoy it?” Her question on the topic of fighting. His career flashing before his eyes. In his youth full of so much potential. Then one championship fight stopped him from making it pro. The cringe on Y/N’s face when he brought up the topic.

“I’m the worst…” Her tone was bitter, where her usual responses were cold and flat. The urge to wrap her up and make her forget. Using pleasure as a short term escape, just as he has always done.

As he swings his arm with all his strength the memory of her true smile makes him falter. “Hey you good?” A familiar voice interrupts his self destruction. “You're making a really scary face.”

Toji is now back in the present and realizes the other people in the gym are clearly staring. “Yeah…” He grumbles pushing past the concerned staff member. As he heads to the locker room his phone lights up.

Home

Toji chuckles at the one word text. He could see her bored expression as she typed it out. He figured he would leave her alone yet he felt the need to respond.

Get some sleep

Not even a full second later

Alright

Toji laughs again. He has no idea why this woman consumed his thoughts recently. The time at the bar solidified his strange obsession. It had been a long time since he wanted to get to know someone.

Her uninspiring presence was refreshing. Everytime he spotted a small reaction from her it excited him. He should let her be but it’s too late. When his focus moves from himself to someone else it’s nearly impossible.

Now he needed to figure out exactly what he wanted to take from her. The twisted ways his mind works made him fight himself. But the jarred and ragged pieces in his soul called out to her own. He knew both of them would hurt each other. The idea was sickly thrilling.

He puts his phone down and grabs a towel. Over exertion has caused him to sweat more than usual. It was late so he was the only person currently inhabiting the room. He begins to remove his clothes still with Y/N at the forefront of his mind.

As he turns on the shower and steps under the hot cascade of water, he takes in a breath. He remembers her small fingers caressing the hood of his car delicately. Her eyes wide with admiration. He wonders what they would feel like touching him. That same expression as she takes in all of him.

“Fuck…” Toji’s body is now burning and it has nothing to do with the shower. His cock now straining, begging for attention. He groans the moment his large hand wraps around it. His wide back presses against the cold tile a much needed relief.

“Please…” Toji whines as he begins slowly palming his tip, now leaking with precum. “This is fucking pathetic…” He moans imagining begging Y/N to show him the new faces he could have her make. He begins stroking his dick biting his lower lip to keep from mewling.

The image of her calling out his name while he buries himself deep. He fantasizes that she would try her best not to make a sound. The moment he hit just the right spot she would scream for him.

“Hah shit…” Toji curses as he cums quickly into his hand. His cheeks red, eyes dilated, and breath labored. Since meeting Y/N he had not been with anyone. He tries to make himself feel less pitiful by blaming this incident on that fact. “What the hell…”

Toji steps out of the shower after scrubbing himself clean. Trying not to think of how easily he caved into his urges. He was used to having all the control. He felt out of his mind. “I need a damn drink.”

The following weeks Toji tried to avoid her as much as possible. He convinced himself that he would merely be her rock bottom. And he needed to combat this strange loss of confidence.

Yet no matter his feet would not listen to his thoughts. She gives the best advice so of course while at the track he would go directly to her window. And the small bar is never crowded and the whiskey is cheap so it’s worth stopping in on occasion. It wasn’t about Y/N, not at all.

“Are you finally getting a day off?” That annoyingly chipper white haired character, who always leans a bit too close to Y/N, asks her. Toji’s ears perk up, interested in the conversation. He looked over and the blue eyed man was peering directly at him with a cat-like smirk.

Y/N merely shrugs to get him off her shoulder which causes Toji to feel pleased. “Yeah tomorrow and then my office job Monday is a Holiday. I need to get some errands done.” Toji could see her listing what she had to get done by the way her expression distanced.

“Can I take you to dinner now?” Toji interjects and feels furious when Satoru chuckles. Y/N looked a bit annoyed and it made Toji’s face heat up, a foreign pang in his chest.

“I really have a lot to get done. And I told you not to worry about paying me back. Save your money.” She states without batting an eyelash. Toji growls a bit to himself. He cannot comprehend the rejection.

“You deserve to be taken out Y/N! I mean this guy is not my ideal for you but he seems pretty loyal. Like a stray dog. Scruffy and pathetic.” Satoru shakes Y/N and Toji bites his tongue. This sarcastic man clearly has never been beaten up. His careless use of language easily triggers Toji who balls up his fists.

“Satoru, you better not be causing drama in my bar…” The dark haired man, Suguru, the most serious of the two reigns in his lover. Toji found their dynamic interesting in a way. They were opposites but what the other lacked they made up for. Satoru pouts and causes Suguru to roll his eyes.

“You ok Toji?” Y/N suddenly asks out of the blue as he frowns into his glass. His eyes widened, not used to her prying. He simply nods and studies her expression. “You have been a bit short with me. It’s ok you don’t have to act friendly if you don’t feel like it.”

Her nonchalant response irritated him further. He downs the rest of the liquor and slams the glass a bit to loudly, Y/N flinches. He feels a bit of shame witnessing her reaction. He wonders what happened to her in the past. “It’s not that Y/N. I really enjoy my time with you. I guess maybe I got my hopes up a bit.”

Toji watches as the two men, Satoru and Suguru step away to give them more privacy. Well Suguru drags Satoru away by the scruff of his shirt. “I see. It’s not that I don’t enjoy talking with you. It’s just been a while since I…” Her eyes dance around the room uncomfortably. “I’m not very good at this.” She concludes, causing him to laugh.

“I find it cute.” Toji admits gaining his footing. She narrows her eyes suspiciously. “It is. It’s a bit refreshing.” He explains and she stands awkwardly. He watches her disassociate once again and just as he was about to pull her back she comes to herself.

“It won’t be much fun. But I don’t really enjoy going shopping alone…” She hints causing him to grin widely.

“Are you inviting me to go grocery shopping with you?” He replies and she nods. He strokes his chin thoughtfully. “I’ll take what I can get. Text me the information.” She nods again and takes the tray of dirty glasses towards the back.

The next day they met back up at the bar, it was deserted since it did not come to life until later in the day. She was leaning on her car's hood staring off into the distance. Shaken out of her stupor by the rumble of his car's engine.

He parks beside her and she waves. She usually wore the same uniform when he saw her, a white button up top and black business casual slacks. But today she wore an oversized hoodie and yoga pants that clung on desperately to her thick thighs. “Shit…” he curses to himself. He runs his hand through his hair to control his dark thoughts.

He rolls down the window, “You wanted a ride?” Her lips upturned slightly at his suggestion. She nods and he unlocks the passenger side door. She pulls open the heavy door and slides inside, her eyes wandering the interior with a bit of awe.

Again her manicured fingers brush against the dashboard. “What a classic.” She mutters and Toji chuckles. She goes to pull the seat belt and attempt to click it in place. His large hands wrap around her own, as he leans toward her. He notices that she takes in a sharp breath at his closeness.

He forcefully buckles in the seat belt, “it’s tough to get in. Everything is original so you have to use a bit more force.” He explains and notices her body grow less tense at the explanation. She sits up straighter and he moves back over but not before he catches those thighs jiggle from her movement. He holds in another curse. Another test of his control.

The smile that plastered her face when the engine came back to life was breathtaking. His eyes kept wandering over to sneak a glance at it. They arrive at the small supermarket a bit too quickly. “Wow! I’ve always dreamt of riding in a classic like this. Thanks Toji.”

He reaches to pat her head but stops himself. “Yeah it's no problem.” He says almost as monotonous as her usual tone. She moves her small backpack towards her and shuffles around until she pulls out a small list. “That’s all you're getting?”

“I must confess I’m not much of a cook. So I stick with the basics.” She explains as she digs further in her bag for a ziplock bag full of coupons. “It’s double coupon day so I’m a bit stressed at how busy it will be.” She looks defeated even before they begin walking towards the entrance.

He grins at her and hates how cute she looks at this moment. “Well soldier, stiffen up that spine and get ready! I’ll be your fearless leader so you have no need to worry. People tend to cower just from my presence.”

Y/N actually laughs as he flexes his arms. It was such a sweet sound. “Don’t be too helpful. I might end up making you my emotional support person for every grocery trip.” A peculiar warmth traveled up his spine at her proclamation. He ignores it and grabs the closest basket offering it to her with a wink. She rolls her eyes but still smirks.

“Which looks better?” Y/N asks, holding up two tomatoes and squinting her eyes in judgment. He shrugs, not really the type to ever pay much attention to things. “Which feels more ripe?” She places both fruits in his palm and he squeezes causing them both to implode instantly. “Toji!!” She shouts trying not to laugh and looking around to see who had witnessed their crime.

“I guess they were both pretty ripe…” he mutters and chuckles as she runs to grab a plastic bag and places the destroyed tomatoes inside. She quickly selects one intact one and places it in the cart.

“Unbelievable…” she scolds but he notices she can’t stop herself from laughing at his dispense. “Let’s go to the frozen section so no more produce meets a terrifying fate.” He chuckles and gladly follows behind.

Though he felt the familiar gazes of others that he was used to, seeing her lazily lean against the cart and picking the best deal on bread, made him able to ignore it. He felt almost calm and nothing could bother him.

“Ooo free samples!!” Y/N shouted making a beeline towards the older woman at the stand. It was some generic cheese and pepperoni. As she lifted up a toothpick towards him it was like a five course meal. “Good right!” He simply nods and the older woman at the stand makes an enduring sound.

“What a lovely couple.” The employee praises and both of their eyes widen. “This would make a perfect snack for a romantic picnic.” This lady knew how to sell. Toji recognized and respected her game.

“Ooo no…” Y/N goes to argue but he wraps his arms around her shoulder. She glares up at him and it only makes him want to tease her even more.

“But you said you liked the sample honey. I only live to make you happy.” The older woman gushes at his statement. Y/N sharply elbows him in the ribs. Toji hisses and pulls back his arm. “We will take some!” He grabs a tray and sets it in the cart.

“Don’t tease me like that again…” she growls, poking his chest. He felt a sense of pride at the way her face heated up and she shook her head.

“I couldn’t help myself…” he laughs and she sighs but he notices she looks amused. She picks up a pack of toilet paper and throws it at his head, he quickly catches it and softly places it in the basket. “So feisty!”

As they finally check out and she hands the cashier the stack of coupons, he is amazed by how much the price lowers. “You got a real talent.” He says truly impressed and she scoffs.

“You're easily impressed.” She laughs as he takes the cart from her and pushes it towards the exit. “I’m giving you the destroyed tomatoes. Cherish them.” She jokes and he loves that she seems to have opened up just a little more.

She goes to load the trunk but he stops her. “I got this.” He then opens the passenger door and she hesitantly follows, sliding inside. “Before you ask I’m sure.” She grins and nods.

He quickly finishes and returns the cart. Then returns to the car. She holds out the buckle expectantly, he takes it from her and forces it to click into place.

They did not speak much on the drive back. It was not an uncomfortable silence. The windows were slightly rolled down and the sun was bright in the sky. He watches as she stares out the window looking almost content.

When they arrive back he refuses to let her move the food into her car and she grumbles a bit as she pops her trunk. After this was completed he turned to face her. She looks as if she is trying to form some type of sentence. “What’s up?” He asks and she shuffles her feet.

“I appreciate this. You distracted me enough to where my anxiety was at bay.” She says looking a bit embarrassed. “It’s a bit pathetic but I get so jumpy when I go alone.”

“It’s no big deal. Really.” Toji hates the sadness in her eyes. “I actually enjoyed myself. I promise.” She studies his face for a bit and he wonders what was on her mind.

“I know you wanted to take me to dinner…” She pauses as if contemplating what she was about to say. “I don’t want to feel like I owe you anything. Yet you were a big help today. Soo…”

Toji waits curiously to hear what she was trying to say. He knew from this point on he would not be able to avoid her. He was drawn to her in a bizarre way.

“Instead, would you like to come to my place for a light lunch?” She offers and he tries to hide his enthusiasm. Making her sweat he takes a while to answer. “I know it won’t be anything fancy…”

“I’d love to if that is alright.” He responds and she nods. He gets directions just in case he loses her in traffic and heads to her location.

On the way there his mind begins racing. He wonders if her kids will be home. Is she really willing to let him meet them already? He scolds himself for the dark thoughts of what could happen if they were alone. He needed to be in control, he did not want to ruin whatever was happening.

Her apartment was not too far from the bar, it was an older building. It looks to have been slightly refurbished but the brick was impressive. They fought for a bit again when he refused to let her take even one bag. She eventually gave in.

She pauses at the door. “Ok I have to warn you that I don’t get many visitors so he is probably going to jump all over you.” Before he had time to register her words she opened the door. What kind of wild child she was raising was his last thought before a hefty pitbull lifted it head in curiosity and immediately charged towards him.

Not expecting her child to have four legs, the force of the muscular dog knocks him on his ass. “Pork chop!!” She scolds pulling the excited pup away. Her eyes wide and apologies falling from her lips. Toji regains his thoughts and then bursts out laughing. Unable to stop his eyes began to water at the misunderstanding.

“This is the mouth you were talking about having to feed?” He says between breaths as she picks up the scattered bags. It seems his bellowing laughs were contagious because she giggles as she holds out her hand to help him stand.

“Well yeah… what did you think?” Then she cackles realizing he must have thought she had a kid. “Ooo no! I don’t have any children. Which was one good thing about the divorce.”

“I feel like an idiot.” Toji grins, patting the dog's head as it nuzzles his knee. She puts away the groceries still snickering to herself.

“I could see how you could have been confused.” She smiled as she began to prepare a pre-bagged kale salad. As he went towards the kitchen to help there was a knock at the door.

She passes by him and he peaks around the corner. When she opens the door a tall man, with a pale complexion greets her. His dark hair tied up into two buns. His eyes a bit sunken, he wore a baggy set of sweats and a band shirt.

“Hey you ok? I heard a male voice shouting.” The man looks very concerned for her. That pisses Toji off but he does his best to stay composed.

“Ooo it’s fine. I invited a friend from work over. And Pork Chop got pretty excited about a new face.” She giggles and the man’s eyes widen at her expression, almost in adoration. Toji squeezed his fist and his jaw tightened. “Thanks for checking Choso.”

“Y-yeah no problem. You don’t need me to dog sit tomorrow right?” The man now known as Choso asks and she shakes her head.

“Nope actually have two full days off. Thanks for always being there to help.” He smiles lopsidedly and looks past Y/N to spot the stranger in her home. When their eyes met, Toji knew unlike Satoru and Suguru, this man was a true threat to him. Someone that Y/N trusts to watch her precious Pork Chop. He did not like the way the man was sizing him up.

“Well if you need me I’ll be next door!” He says it loud enough for Toji to hear. Y/N returns as he was picking up the salad bag. In a bit of frustration he ends up popping the package and kale flies everywhere except the bowl. The sly pittie is quick to clean up the pieces on the floor.

He turns to apologize but is met with another continuous giggle, “you really need to learn how to control your strength.” She says breathlessly. The anger seizes immediately and he joins in her harmonies chuckle. “Pork Chop is definitely a fan now.” She points to the dog who is now sitting and looking up at him, tongue lolled to the side, waiting for another delicious accident to occur.