The Other Woman Ryomen Sukuna.
the other woman â ryomen sukuna.

âDo not mistake this for affection.â he warned, his voice low and rough. âI am still who I am. I am still the monster you should fear.â But you could only nod, your heart aching with a mixture of sorrow and hope. âI know,â you whispered. âI know, but Iâm still here.â And for the first time, you thought you saw a hint of softness in his eyes, a flicker of something that could almost be⊠understanding. Maybe, just maybe, you were starting to reach him, one fragile step at a time.
GENRE: alternate universe - heian era;
WARNING/S: nsfw, angst, one sided romance, conflicted feelings, hurt/no comfort, unhappy marriage, hurt, physical touch, character death, mourning, loneliness, pain, grief, unhappy ending, depiction of one-sided relationship, depiction of grief, depiction of complicated relationship, depiction of illness, depiction of canon related violence, depiction of loneliness, mention of grief, mention of illness, mention of loneliness, heian! sukuna, long suffering concubine! reader;
WORD COUNT: 11k words
NOTE: this was always going to be long, because it's heartbreaking. and heartbreaking ones have to be something that has to be expressed well. i listened to this in a audio software like its a podcast and i actually liked it. the other woman by nina simone was the constant in the writing. also, this is the aftermath of ashes of love, which is a series i did about heian sukuna. anyway, i hope you enjoy this!!! i love you all <3
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YOU KNEW THAT YOU WERE THIS UNLUCKY. The moment you were born, there would be a bleak fate for you to live. You were an accidental child, and multiple times, your own mother had nearly miscarried. Perhaps even as a fetus, you had always known this. How cursed you were. Even if you had done nothing.Â
When your mother brushed your hair as a child, she would tell you of how you were born. She said that when you breathed the air for the first time, you were melancholic in the silence to the world. Somehow knew that you were built for this miserable world. And every day since that day, you knew. You were meant to live life without true joyous jubilation.
It did not help that the day you were born, there was a lone dark star in the morning sky, one which had been considered a bad omen. And with that, the whispers of fate echoing long before you had even had consciousness to know. Your village nestled in the shadowed valleys of Hida province, a place of whispered dread and ancient pacts. And for the longest of times, the once prosperous Hida province was in turmoil.Â
And so, in those days, if there was anyone who controlled the ruins of Hida, it was that god-like curse user Ryomen Sukuna. His name alone was a talisman against the unknown horrors that lurked beyond the mountains, a deity whose power and wrath commanded fear and reverence in equal measure. And all either quivered at the sight of him or drew fanatic fervor.Â
The Ryomen clan, his kin at one point, were at warâembroiled in brutal conflicts with neighboring clans for so long. And this had been going on before you were even born. The blood had soaked the earth for so long that the soil seemed to thirst for it. And the people were exhausted.Â
The clan struggled to maintain control over Hida for a long time now, their influence fraying like an old tapestry torn at the seams. And with that, a power vacuum had long been in existence. The chaos of the era was a tide that threatened to drown them all, and Ryomen Sukuna's protection became the last fragile hope for those who called this land their home.
Your parents spoke in hushed voices of the offerings, the sacrifices made by the villagers to appease their god, the man who can save them, this man to fear and worship, Ryomen Sukuna. To ensure his protection, they said. For years, the sacrifices continued, the chosen ones becoming mere footnotes in a history written in blood and fear.Â
It came upon you rather quickly when you were young and it struck youâthat the villagers saw you not as one of their own, but as a piece on a board, a pawn destined for slaughter. A sacrifice to their god. You would be among the countless, one more life to be cast into the jaws of the demon god they all feared.
The day of your sacrifice came as the sky was painted with hues of blood and gold, a cruel irony that did not escape you. The air was heavy with incense and prayer, but there was no comfort in their muttered words, no solace in the chants that pleaded for Sukuna's mercy. They adorned you in ceremonial robes, marked with symbols and sigils, your skin painted with the sacred ink that was supposed to cleanse your soul before the offering.
You were led through the village, a procession of death that seemed to stretch on forever. The eyes that watched you pass were filled with a mixture of pity and reliefârelief that it was not them, not their child, not their blood that would be spilled today. Mothers held their children close, men bowed their heads, and the elders chanted in a low, continuous hum that sent shivers down your spine.
At the shrine, they bound you to the altar, thick ropes biting into your skin as you stared at the sky, searching for a sign, a miracle that never came. The high priest began his incantation, his voice rising above the murmur of the crowd. You could feel the cold seep into your bones, the air around you thickening as if the very world held its breath.
And then, you felt itâthe shift in the air, the heavy presence that pressed against your chest like a vice. You had never seen him before, but you knew it was Sukuna. The villagers gasped, a collective intake of breath as his form materialized from the shadows, a figure cloaked in malice and power.
His eyes, crimson and unforgiving, swept over you like a cold blade. You felt your heart hammer against your ribcage, fear clawing at your throat. You were nothing to him, just another offering, another desperate plea from a village clinging to survival.
Ryomen Sukuna smiled, a slow, cruel smile that sent a tremor through the crowd. He stepped forward, each movement a ripple in the air, as if reality itself bent to his will. You met his gaze, defiant in your fear, knowing that you were one of many. Countless lives had been given to him, countless souls lost to his hunger.
And now, it was your turn.
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YOU HAD NEVER EXPECTED TO MEET THE MAN IN THE FLESH. But before you stood this man, this god, with dark crimson eyes. Taller than any tree, intimidating than any curse. Frightening than hell itself. You could remember when you were younger. The whispers reached you before you even stepped foot in the shrine, everyone has. Tales of Ryomen Sukuna had traveled through the villages like the wind, carrying with them rumors that were both terrifying and tragic.Â
You had always known that the man was delighted with the worship of the human people. But they said he had taken no other concubines, that he showed no interest in any woman who dared come near him.
And if he did, they were more likely to be servants than anything close to a concubine. And some were not so lucky. Some spoke in hushed tones, their voices trembling with fear, that he was a monster of unspeakable debauchery, one who had killed the women for even daring to breathe in his presence.
But the truth, as you had come to understand it, was far more tragic. At least from how you see it. The people of Hida knewâoh, they believedâthe story was told long ago. There was someone who had been so loved long ago and most of all, by Sukuna.
Ryomen Hiromi, the one who had captured Sukuna's heart, the one he had loved beyond reason. There was another Sukuna a long time ago, many were aware. But there was nothing proven.
If anything, the children of Hiromi reject any notion of such a relationship. But the tale was woven into the very fabric of tales told, whispered among the elders late at night and shared in riddles among the children who barely understood the weight of what they spoke.
Hiromi, they said, had been his sun, his moon, his stars. A woman of beauty and strength, whose laughter could calm the wildest storms and whose voice was like the sweetest song. She had been the only one to ever touch his heart, to see the man beneath the demon god. But she was gone now, lost to time and tragedy, leaving Ryomen Sukuna to languish in his grief.Â
No one dared speak her name aloud, not when Sukunaâs rage could split the earth itself. People have seen it. It was said he mourned her loss every day, that his fury was born from the emptiness she left behind. And that was why he would not tolerate any other woman. No one was going to be like her. None would match her wit, her beauty. Why should the king of curses settle for less when he had the world?Â
As you lay on the cold altar, the ropes cutting into your skin, your thoughts were consumed by the stories. What kind of manâno, what kind of creatureâwas Sukuna? You wonder about this paradox of a man, this creature like god.
Did he truly mourn, or was that just another tale spun by terrified villagers to make him seem more human? What was he, actually? You had a million questions, and you know they will never truly be answered.
A gust of wind stirred the trees around you, the leaves rustling like whispered secrets. You heard the shuffle of feet, felt the eyes of the villagers upon you, their fear palpable. Then, you heard his voice. You could feel it all, that powerful cursed energy, coming from one direction. For a moment, you had no words. Only uncertainty.
"Why do they send another?" Sukuna's voice was like a low growl, rumbling through the air with the force of a storm. "Do you think I am so easily appeased, you fools?"
You dared to lift your head, the ropes pulling at your skin as you met his crimson gaze. He was tall, imposing, and every bit as terrifying as the stories had painted him. But there was something else thereâsomething in his eyes that spoke of deep, simmering pain.
"Do you truly want to know why they sent me?" you found yourself saying, your voice steady despite the fear clawing at your throat.
His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, you thought he might strike you down then and there. But he didnât. Instead, he tilted his head, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"Speak, then, girl." he said. "Tell me why I should not turn you to dust where you lie."
You swallowed, gathering your courage. "They send me because they fear you, because they believe you will protect them if they give you what you want. But⊠no one knows what you truly want, do they? No one speaks of her. Of Hiromi."
His expression shifted, a shadow passing over his face, and you knew you had struck a nerve. The air grew colder, a chill that seemed to seep into your very bones.
"Hiromi is dead." he said, his voice quiet but filled with an edge that could cut through steel. "And no one speaks her name. It is what I command.â
"But you still mourn herâŠ." you continued, unable to stop yourself. "Do you not, my lord?â
His dark gaze bore into you, the weight of it almost unbearable. For a long moment, he said nothing, and the silence stretched on like an eternity. Then, slowly, he laughedâa sound that was bitter and hollow.
"You dare ask?" he repeated, as if the word was foreign to him. "What do you know of it all, little one? What do you know about such a life lived?"
You felt a tremor run through you, but you did not look away. "I know enough, my lord." you replied softly. "I know enough to see that your anger is not born of hatred, but of grief."
Sukuna's cruel smile quickly faded, and for a brief moment, you thought you saw something in his eyesâa flicker of vulnerability, quickly swallowed by the darkness. He hated how you said it, you know it too well. But there was no other choice. You were here for a purpose and you must fulfill it. You must.Â
"You are bold, little one." he murmured. "BoldâŠ.for someone so close to death."
"Perhaps, my lord." you whispered back to him. "But if I am to die, I would rather die knowing who you truly are, rather than the monster they say you are."
He stared at you for a long time, his expression unreadable. Then, he stepped closer, so close that you could feel the heat radiating from his body, the power that thrummed through him like a thunder strike.
"Then you are a fool, little one." he said quietly. "For believing that I am anything more than a monster."
But there was something in his voice, something that made you wonder if perhaps⊠he wished you were right.
For the meantime, you were lucky to have your life, despite speaking so boldly, despite saying her name aloudâthe name that everyone else dared not utter. Sukunaâs silence stretched on, his crimson eyes still locked onto yours, unreadable, cold yet burning with something darker beneath the surface. He could have ended you with a flick of his wrist, reduced you to ashes for your insolence. And yet, he did not.
He leaned closer, the edges of his form blurring into the shadows that seemed to ripple around him like stabbing waves in the ocean. His breath was hot against your skin, his presence overwhelming, suffocating. You felt your heart pound in your chest, each beat a drum that signaled your fragile hold on life.
âPerhaps you are simply foolish. Many have died for far less than what you dared to speak.â Sukuna finally said, his voice low, almost contemplative. âHuh, you speak brashly.â
The villagers around you seemed to hold their breath, waiting for his judgment. They looked at you with a mixture of horror and awe, unable to believe you were still alive after uttering the forbidden name. You, a mere sacrifice, a lamb thrown to the wolf, had survived what so many others had not.
âWhy do you think I will let you live?â Sukunaâs voice cut through the tense silence, his tone curious, but with a dangerous edge. âDo you think I find you interesting? Amusing? Or perhaps I see something of her in you, something worth sparing?â
You swallowed hard, the reality of your situation settling in. You had survived speaking out of turn, but you were still bound to this altar, still at the mercy of a being who could destroy you on a whim. Yet, something in his words gave you pause, a flicker of something unspoken that lingered just beneath his surface.
âI do not presume to know your reasons, my lord.â you replied carefully, choosing each word like a step on thin ice. âBut if you see something of her in me⊠then perhaps I am not so different from you after all.â
Sukunaâs gaze sharpened, his eyes narrowing. âNot so different?â He laughed, a sound that was both mirthful and bitter, filled with a deep, aching emptiness. âYou compare yourself to me? To Ryomen Sukuna? You are a child, a mere mortal who knows nothing of gods or demons, of love that scorches the soul and burns the world to ash.â
âAnd yetâŠ..â you dared to continue, feeling the tightness in your chest. âIf my lord felt nothing, you wouldnât care enough to be angry⊠or to remember.â
He stiffened, and for a moment, his expression faltered. The shadows seemed to deepen around him, his aura flickering like a candle flame caught in a strong wind. You sensed that you were dancing on a razorâs edge, but you could not stop now. There was something here, something raw and real beneath the monstrous exterior.
âEnough.â Sukuna hissed, his voice a sharp command. The air grew colder, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. âYou dare much, human. Too much.â
You pressed your lips together, bracing yourself for the inevitable blow, the moment when his patience would finally snap. But instead, Sukunaâs lips curled into a faint smile, one that did not reach his eyes.
âPerhaps I will spare you.â he murmured, almost as if speaking to himself. âIf only to see how long that fire burns before it is extinguished. Or perhaps to see if you will end up like the restâbroken, hollow, pleading for mercy where there is none.â
He turned away from you then, his back a wall of power and darkness, his form towering against the dim light of the shrine. The villagers started, stunned, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop.
âYou will reside in my temple.â Sukuna commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. âYou will remain there, under my watch. Let them see what comes of those who speak of things best left forgotten.â
A murmur rippled through the crowd, a mixture of fear and shock. They did not understand why he had spared you, why you, of all people, were allowed to live. Perhaps they thought you were cursed, or perhaps they thought Sukuna had some darker plan in mind. But you knew better. You knew that, in some small way, you had touched on a wound that had never healed, a scar buried deep beneath his monstrous exterior.
And as Sukuna vanished into the shadows, you realized that your fate was no longer in the hands of the villagers, or even in the hands of the gods they prayed to. No, your fate was now bound to hisâa god who mourned like a man, a monster who remembered what it was to love.
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IN A WAY, IT IS NOT SO BAD, BEING HIS CONCUBINE. You spent your days in isolation, your life confined within the walls of Sukuna's palace. You were nothing more than a servant, though they called you a concubine. The title meant little, for you were given no special privileges, no adornments, no tokens of affection.Â
But it was a life. Your life. And it lived in some comfort, more than what is experienced by the rest of Hida province. You had multiple meals a day, you had rooms to yourself and even servants that address every bit of your needs.
Still, your world was small, your days filled with the quiet tending of the gardens, watching the shifting sky as the hours bled into one another. The flowers you nurtured became your only friends, their petals a fragile comfort against the cold indifference that surrounded you.
Perhaps the peace came from the fact that you did not see Sukuna often, and when you did, his gaze never lingered on you for long. He had no interest, no affection, no fondness to spare. You were simply there, like a shadow in the corner of his realm.
A figure lost amidst the vast emptiness of his domain. And perhaps that was for the best. It was better than being forced into Sukunaâs bed. You think that all women in the harem think that it was better that way.
But slowly, ever so slowly, something changed. His dark scarlet eyes began to linger, just a fraction longer than before. You felt the weight of his gaze like a chill running down your spine.
The other servants noticed it too, their whispers growing louder, bolder. You finally caught his attention. But it wasnât because he had come to care for you, to see you as anything more than the nothing you were.
No, the truth was much crueler than that.
You were a spitting image of Ryomen Hiromi, the woman who haunted his every step, the ghost who lived in the shadows of his mind. At least thatâs what the people say. But you did not want to believe them. Yet, looking at the murals at the glass gardens, the resemblance was uncanny.
It was obvious somehow. It was similar, everything. Your eyes, your hair, the curve of your smile. Every feature, every gesture seemed to remind him of her. And though you knew you could never be her, you had become a cruel echo, a reflection of something he had long lost.
And soon enough, the people talked. Of course, they did. They always talked. You tried to shut them out, but the more they whispered, the more people listened. And the more they listened, the more people spoke. Â
âShe reminds him of Hiromi, I am certain!â they whispered. âShe is nothing but a shadow, a poor replacement for the one he truly loved. She lives in her image, as if she could ever hope to fill her place.â
You became the other woman, even when you didnât want to be. No, not even that. You were a pale imitation, a mockery of a woman who had captured the heart of the king of curses. Every glance Ryomen Sukuna spared you was not a look of admiration or desireâit was the gaze of a man staring into the past, into a memory that was forever out of reach.
And so, you lived your life as another woman. No, the other woman. To a dead woman. To a love that had died long ago, but never truly left.Â
Sometimes, in the dead of night, when the silence was so thick it pressed against your skin like a heavy shroud, you would wonder about her. About Ryomen Hiromi. Who was she, really? What had she meant to him, this fearsome god, this creature of darkness who now watched you as if searching for something he had lost in her eyes, now reflected in yours.
He never spoke of her. He does not want to. He does not dare to. Not to you, not to anyone. Some servants have been here longer than you and they have seen people killed over even a mumble of a prayer for the lady. And so you donât ask.Â
Not even when there were times he would come closer, when his dark eyes lingered on your face, searching, always searching. Yet he will never truly find it. He knew this, as much as you did. But it was as if he was trying to see her again, trying to find her in your skin, in your voice, in the way you moved through the gardens like she once had, perhaps. It was hope, a foolish hope. And yet you cannot escape this foolish hope.
The weight of her memory suffocated you. You were not allowed to be yourself, to have your own name, your own identity. You were always, always compared to her, measured against a ghost that you could never be, never touch. And Sukuna, with his cold gaze and his empty eyes, reminded you of it every day.
"Youâre not her, little one." he said once, his voice low, more to himself than to you, as if testing a truth he could not fully accept. âYouâll never be her.â
His words cut deeper than any blade, leaving you with the bitter taste of something unnameable, something that tasted like defeat, or perhaps longing, or perhaps both. You had never wished to be her, to be anyone but yourself. But here, in his domain, under his shadow, you were not allowed that freedom.
You were trapped, forever bound to a life that was not your own, in the shadow of a dead woman who would never release you, and a man who could never let her go.
Days bled into nights, a blur of routine and solitude, and you began to feel like a ghost yourself, haunting the corners of Sukuna's palace, where life seemed to move around you but never through you. The servants kept their distance, wary of your resemblance, as if fearing you might be some ill omen, cursed to echo the tragedy of the past.
And Sukuna⊠he watched you, always watching, his eyes a deep crimson that saw too much and yet revealed nothing. He was like a storm contained within the fragile walls of the palace, his presence a force of nature that you could neither escape nor fully comprehend. His mood was mercurial; one day, he would barely acknowledge you, and the next, his gaze would linger on you, heavy with something you couldnât name.
âDo you enjoy the garden?â he asked one afternoon, his tone deceptively casual, as if he were simply inquiring about the weather.
You glanced up, surprised that he had addressed you at all. He rarely spoke directly to you, even when his eyes seemed to follow your every movement. âI do,â you replied, careful, measured. âIt is quiet there. Peaceful.â
âQuietâŠpeaceful.â he repeated, almost as if tasting the word. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, but it did not reach his eyes. âYes, she liked the quiet too. Always wandering among the flowers. Trees too. Sheâd like that then.â
You stiffened at the mention of her, the ghost you lived with every day, who lingered in every corner of this place. âI am not her, my lord.â you said, a tremor in your voice. You had repeated these words to yourself countless times, but they sounded fragile, almost insignificant when spoken aloud.
Sukuna's expression did not change. If anything, his gaze grew sharper, like a blade pressed against your skin. âNo, little one.â he agreed softly, almost mockingly, âYou are not her. But you will do⊠for now.â
You swallowed the lump in your throat, refusing to let him see the fear that coiled within you, like a snake waiting to strike. âWhy do you keep me here?â you dared to ask, your voice barely more than a whisper. âWhy do you watch me as if you expect me to become someone else?â
He laughed then, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down your spine. âYou misunderstand, little one. I do not expect you to become her. I know you never can. But you⊠remind me of her. And that is enough⊠for now.â
The way he said it, the way his eyes darkened with something unreadable, made your blood run cold. You were nothing more than a stand-in, a living, breathing reminder of something he had lost. A cruel joke played by fate, a shadow dancing in the place of the one who truly mattered. To be kept alive, your village kept alive â because you look like a ghost.Â
âI am not a replacement, my lord.â you insisted, your voice firmer this time, surprising even yourself with the strength behind it. âI hope my lord knows that I will not live my life as a mere echo.â
His smile faded, his expression turning serious. âYou think you have a choice?â he asked, leaning in closer, his face so near to yours that you could feel the warmth of his breath. âYou are here because I allow it. You exist at my whim, not because of who you are, but because of who you resemble. Do not mistake this for anything more than it is.â
The reality of his words hit you like a blow, the finality of it sinking deep into your bones. You were nothing to him, nothing but a passing fancy, a painful reminder of a past he could not reclaim.
âI am not her, my lord.â you repeated, your voice shaking with defiance, with a spark of something that refused to be extinguished. âAnd I will not be her for you. You must understand.â
For a moment, something flickered in Sukuna's eyes, something almost like surprise, perhaps even respect. Then, just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by the cold, unfeeling mask he always wore.
âBrave words, little one.â he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. âBut words mean little here, in my domain. You will learn that soon enough.â
He turned away from you then, leaving you standing alone in the empty hall, your heart pounding in your chest, your hands trembling at your sides. The silence closed in around you, heavy and oppressive, and you knew that nothing had changed. You were still trapped, still living in the shadow of a dead woman, still bound to the whims of a god who mourned like a man.
And yet, deep inside, something stirredâa flicker of defiance, of hope. You might be a ghost to him, a reflection of a lost love, but you were still alive. You were still you, and as long as you drew breath, you would not allow yourself to be consumed by his shadows. Not without a fight.
Time passed slowly in Sukunaâs palace, and with it, your heart began to change. You did not notice it at first; how could you? Day after day, the monotonous routine of your existence lulled you into a sort of numbness. The gardens became your refuge, the sky your solace.
Yet even as you tried to find comfort in these simple pleasures, you found your thoughts wandering back to himâRyomen Sukuna, the fearsome god, the monster, the man who mourned like a human.
At first, you hated him, hated him for what he represented, for what he had made you into: a replacement, a mere shadow of someone who had meant everything to him. But as you watched him, as the days turned to weeks and weeks to months, you began to see more.
You began to notice the things others did notâthe subtle tension in his jaw when he was angry, the way his eyes softened just a fraction when he spoke of her, the quiet moments when he thought no one was looking, and the mask slipped, just a little.
You were in the garden one afternoon, trimming the roses, when you heard footsteps approaching. Sukuna rarely came to the garden, but today he seemed restless, pacing along the paths with a dark expression on his face. He stopped by the old cherry blossom tree, his eyes distant, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
Without thinking, you moved closer. "Is something troubling you, my lord?" you asked quietly, keeping your tone as neutral as possible. You had learned not to provoke him, to keep your words soft and your gaze steady.
Sukuna looked at you sharply, as if surprised you had dared to speak. "Why do you care?" he snapped, his tone harsh, but you had seen the flicker of something elseâa fleeting vulnerability, perhaps? âSuch matters are none for you to care about, little one.â
You hesitated, choosing your words carefully. âI see you every day, my lord.â you replied softly. âI see how you⊠struggle over something. And I cannot help but⊠care.â
He scoffed, but it was a hollow sound. âCare?â he echoed, almost mockingly. âYou think you understand me, mortal? You think you can comprehend the depths of what I am, of what I have lost?â
You bowed your head, feeling the sting of his words but refusing to back down. âI donât pretend to understand, my lord.â you murmured. âBut I see the pain in your eyes, the way you linger in places she once loved, the way you⊠look at me.â
He was silent for a moment, his gaze unreadable. Then he turned away, his shoulders tense, his hands unclenching. âYou are a fool, little one.â he muttered, almost too softly for you to hear. âA fool to think you can feel anything for me.â
And maybe you were a fool. A fool to care for a man who did not care for you, who saw you only as a shadow of someone else. But you could not help it. You could not stop the way your heart ached when you saw him, the way your breath caught when he looked at you with those sad, tired eyes.
Day by day, you found yourself drawn to him, not by his power or his beauty, but by the quiet moments when he thought no one was watching. The moments when his face softened, and you saw the man beneath the monster, the man who had loved so deeply and lost so terribly.
You saw the cracks in his armor, the places where he had been wounded, and you wanted, desperately, to reach out and touch them, to soothe the pain you knew he carried.
You found yourself thinking of him when you were alone, wondering what had made him this way, what had broken him so completely. You imagined him before all of this, before the darkness, before the loss, and you felt a strange, deep sorrow for the man he might have been.
One evening, as you were leaving the garden, you saw him standing by the cherry blossom tree again, his face turned upward, staring at the pale blooms against the darkening sky. He looked so lonely, so unbearably alone, that you felt your heart tighten in your chest.
Without thinking, you approached him, moving slowly, cautiously, as if approaching a wounded animal. âMy lord, look.â you said softly, and he did not turn away. âThe blossoms⊠theyâre beautiful this year.â
He glanced at you, his expression unreadable. âHiromi loved them.â he said quietly, his voice thick with something you could not quite name. âFond of them.â
You nodded, your heart aching for him. âI imagine she did, my lord.â you replied. âTheyâre⊠peaceful.â
He was silent for a long time, his gaze fixed on the flowers. Then he spoke, his voice barely more than a whisper. âShe was⊠my peace.â he admitted, his tone so raw, so vulnerable, that it made your chest tighten painfully. âAnd now⊠there is only emptiness.â
You wanted to reach out to him, to touch his hand, to tell him that he was not as alone as he thought, but you knew he would not accept it. So you stood there, beside him, sharing the silence, hoping that maybe, in some small way, your presence could ease the ache in his heart.
And slowly, painfully, you realized that you were falling into the saddest position in the world. You were beginning to care for him, truly care for him, despite knowing that he did not, and could not, care for you. You were beginning to understand him, to see the depths of his sorrow, to feel the weight of his loss as if it were your own.
You were living as a shadow, and yet⊠you found yourself wishing, hoping, that someday he might see you as something more. Even if you were just a reflection of a memory, even if you could never be her, you wished, desperately, that you could become someone to him.
But as you looked at him, at the emptiness in his eyes, you knew that day might never come. And still, you could not help but care.
Days continued to slip by in a blur of silent moments and stolen glances, and though you tried to keep your heart guarded, you felt it slipping further and further away from you, like water through your fingers. You had resigned yourself to your fateâa concubine in name, a ghost in truth. You had accepted that Sukuna would never see you as anything more than a mere echo of what he had lost.
But as time passed, you noticed a subtle change in him. It was in the way his gaze lingered on you a moment longer, or how his tone softened when he spoke to you. It was in the quiet moments when you would catch him watching you, his expression inscrutable, as if he were trying to decipher some mystery he could not quite solve.
As the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in shades of crimson and gold, you found yourself in the garden again. Sukuna was there, seated on a low stone bench beneath the cherry blossom tree, his face turned upward as if searching for something in the dying light.
You approached cautiously, unsure if he wanted your presence or not. He did not turn to look at you, but he did not send you away, either. You took it as a small mercy, a silent invitation to sit beside him.
For a long time, neither of you spoke. The silence stretched between you like a fragile thread, delicate and unbroken. Finally, Sukuna spoke, his voice low and contemplative. âYou are always here, little one.â he murmured. âAlways watching. Why?â
You hesitated, searching for the right words. âBecause I see you, my lord.â you replied quietly. âI see the way you carry your pain, the way you hide it behind your eyes. I⊠I understand it, in a way.â
He turned to you then, his gaze piercing, searching your face as if trying to find the truth hidden within your words. âAnd what do you think you understand?â he asked, a note of challenge in his tone.
You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his stare. âI think you loved her more than life itself, my lord.â you said softly. âAnd I think losing her broke something inside of you that will never heal.â
He was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he laughedâa harsh, bitter sound that cut through the stillness like a knife. âYou presume to know my heart, mortal.â he said, but there was no true malice in his voice, only a deep, hollow emptiness. âYou think because you look like her, you can speak of love and loss?â
âI do not pretend to be her, my lord.â you answered, your voice steady, even as your heart pounded in your chest. âBut I know what it is to lose, to live with emptiness. I know what it means to be alone, even in a crowded room.â
His eyes softened, just for a moment, and you could almost see the man beneath the monster, the one who had loved and lost, who had once been capable of kindness, of tenderness.
âYou think you know loneliness?â he asked, his voice quiet, almost vulnerable. âYou think you know what it is to love someone so deeply that their absence is like a knife in your soul, cutting you with every breath?â
âI think Iâm starting to understand, my lord.â you whispered. âMore than I ever wanted to.â
He looked away, his jaw clenched tight, and you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands curled into fists at his sides. âYou are a fool.â he muttered, but there was no heat in his words, only a weary resignation. âYou should hate me. You should despise me for what I am, for what I have made you.â
You shook your head slowly. âI canât, my lord.â you admitted, your voice breaking. âI donât know why, but I canât. Maybe itâs because I see the pain in your eyes, the way you look at me⊠the way you remember her. I canât hate you for that. I just⊠I wish things were different.â
He turned to you sharply, and for a moment, there was something raw and desperate in his gaze, something that spoke of a longing he had buried deep within himself. âDifferent?â he repeated, almost scoffing. âThere is no âdifferentâ for us. This is the world we have been given, and we must live in it.â
You felt your heart clench painfully, knowing he was right, knowing that no matter how much you wished for it, you could never truly reach him, could never become more than what you wereâa shadow, a reflection of a woman long gone.
But you could not stop yourself from caring, from hoping that somehow, someway, he might see you, truly see you, not as a ghost or a replacement, but as a person in your own right.
You sighed, turning your gaze to the blossoms above. âI know, my lord.â you murmured. âI know that better than anyone. But I still⊠I still want to understand you. I still care, even if you donât care for me.â
He was silent, his expression unreadable, and for a moment, you feared you had said too much, crossed a line you could never return from. But then, slowly, he reached out and took your hand in his, his grip firm but surprisingly gentle.
âYou are a strange one, little one.â he said quietly, almost as if to himself. âTo care for a monster⊠to care for a man who has nothing left to give.â
You felt a tear slip down your cheek, and you did not bother to hide it. âMaybe Iâm just a fool, my lordâ you whispered. âBut I canât help it. I canât help but care for you, even when I know you canât care for me.â
He stared at you for a long moment, his eyes searching yours, as if looking for some answer he could not find. Then, without a word, he pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your forehead in a gesture so tender it took your breath away.
âDo not mistake this for affection.â he warned, his voice low and rough. âI am still who I am. I am still the monster you should fear.â
But you could only nod, your heart aching with a mixture of sorrow and hope. âI know,â you whispered. âI know, but Iâm still here.â
And for the first time, you thought you saw a hint of softness in his eyes, a flicker of something that could almost be⊠understanding. Maybe, just maybe, you were starting to reach him, one fragile step at a time.
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TIME FLEW BY AND WITH THAT, YOU AGED TOO. Slowly, like the steady drip of water carving its path through stone, Ryomen Sukuna began to accept your presence as something constant in his life. At first, it was subtleâthe way he no longer sent you away when you appeared by his side, the way he allowed you to linger in his chambers or the garden without a word of complaint.
Over time, it grew into something more. He began to call for you, not often, but enough that you noticed. Sometimes, it was just to sit in silence while he read or stared into the fire, and other times, he would speak to you, his voice low and distant, as if he were speaking to himself rather than you.
He did not love you; you knew that much with painful certainty. His heart belonged to another, to a woman whose name he whispered in his dreams, whose memory seemed to haunt his every step. You were not her, and you never would be. You were a shadow of what he had lost, a pale reflection of a love that had burned too bright and consumed itself in the flames.
But he tolerated you, and in this dark, twisted place where fear ruled and love was a forgotten dream, that was enough. You had learned to find solace in the little thingsâthe way his gaze would occasionally soften when he looked at you, the rare moments when his voice held a note of something other than indifference.Â
You knew you would never escape Hiromiâs shadow. Her ghost lingered in every corner of this place, in every whispered word and hushed breath, in the way his eyes darkened whenever he spoke of her.
You were not foolish enough to think you could ever replace her in his heart, nor did you wish to. You had come to terms with your fate, with the cruel twist of destiny that had brought you here, to this palace where the walls seemed to whisper her name.
For the finite years of your mortal life, you would be what you were to himâan echo, a shadow, a living memory of something lost. You could have fought against it, could have railed against the injustice of it all, but you chose not to. You chose to make peace with what fate had given you, to find what small joys you could in the fleeting moments he allowed you to be near him.
There were times when the weight of your existence threatened to crush you, when you longed to scream, to demand that he see you for who you were, not for the woman you resembled. But those moments were few and far between, and you had learned to push them down, to bury them deep within your heart where they could not hurt you.
Instead, you found contentment in the little thingsâin the way his presence filled the room, in the rare, unguarded moments when he would speak to you of things he had buried deep within himself. You listened to his stories, the ones he told in quiet tones when he thought no one was listening, and you treasured them like precious gems, tiny fragments of the man he had once been.
You learned to be grateful for what you had, even if it was not what you had dreamed of. You accepted that you would always live in the shadow of Hiromi, that you would always be the "other woman"; the one who was not loved, but merely tolerated. And for as long as you had breath in your lungs and life in your veins, you chose to find peace in that.
You sat beside him by the fire, you felt a strange sense of calm settle over you. He was quiet, his eyes fixed on the flames, his expression thoughtful. He did not look at you, but you could feel his presence, warm and solid beside you, a reminder that you were not entirely alone in this world.
You turned your gaze to the fire, letting the heat warm your face, and you whispered, almost to yourself, âI do not ask for more than this. I am⊠content with what I have.â
He glanced at you, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if trying to understand your words. âContent?â he repeated, a hint of incredulity in his voice. âYou are content being nothing but a shadow?â
You smiled softly, a hint of sadness in your eyes. âContentment is a choice, my lord.â you replied. âI chose to be content with what fate has given me. It is not happiness, but it is enough.â
He looked at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable, and then he nodded slowly. âPerhaps you are wiser than I thought now, little one.â he murmured. âTo find peace in a place like this⊠it is no easy feat.â
You nodded, knowing he spoke more to himself than to you. You had accepted that you would never be more than a shadow in his life, but even shadows had their place, their purpose. You would be content with that, for as long as your mortal years allowed.
The days passed with a creeping heaviness that settled into your bones, a fatigue that no amount of rest could cure. You began to feel the strain in every step, the way your breath came shorter, the way your limbs feel heavy and uncooperative. At first, you dismissed it as exhaustion, a lingering effect of sleepless nights and endless thoughts that twisted in your mind like shadows.
But then came the coughing fits, each one more violent than the last, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth and a sharp pain in your chest. You ignored it at first, waving away the concerned glances of the servants who attended you. You kept your back straight and your face serene, refusing to acknowledge the way your body seemed to betray you.
Yet it grew harder to hide. The pain became more frequent, stabbing through your lungs like a knife with every breath, every step. The first time you coughed up blood, it was a shockâa bright, vivid red staining your hand. Your heart raced as you stared at the crimson stain, panic rising like bile in your throat.
You quickly wiped it away, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed. Thankfully, you were alone in your chamber, and you pressed a trembling hand to your chest, willing yourself to calm down. There was no reason to be afraid, you told yourself. It was just a momentary lapse, nothing more.
But it wasnât. It happened again, and again. You found yourself waking in the night, gasping for air, your throat raw and burning. The servants began to notice the dark circles under your eyes, the way you would clutch your side when you thought no one was looking, the way you moved a little slower, a little more carefully.
There was a day that you sat in the garden, trying to find solace in the soft petals of the cherry blossoms, a violent fit seized you. You doubled over, coughing hard, and felt something wet and warm splatter against your lips. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and saw the unmistakable smear of blood.
A sharp gasp came from behind you. One of the younger servants had seen, her eyes wide with fear and concern. She rushed to your side, her hands trembling as she reached out to steady you.
âMy lady, oh my!â she whispered, her voice filled with worry. âYouâre⊠youâre bleeding.â
You shook your head, forcing a smile that felt like a grimace. âIt is nothing.â you said, your voice hoarse. âDo not worry yourself over me.â
The servant looked unconvinced, her brow furrowed with concern. âI must tell Lord Sukuna.â she said quickly, glancing toward the entrance of the garden as if she expected him to appear at any moment. âHe must knowââ
âNo, noâŠ..â you cut her off sharply, your voice firmer than you had intended. âThere is no point in that.â
She hesitated, confusion clouding her eyes. âBut, my lady⊠you are unwell. He shouldââ
âHe would not care, little girl.â you said softly, looking down at your blood-stained hand. âThere is no use in troubling him with this. It would make no difference. Sukuna does not love me, nor does he care for me in that way. Do you think he would be moved by something as trivial as this?â
The servant bit her lip, clearly torn between her duty to you and her fear of Sukunaâs wrath. âBut⊠if he knew, he mightââ
âMight what?â you interrupted, your voice edged with a quiet resignation. âSend a healer? Take pity on me? No, he would not. I am nothing more than a reminder to him, a shadow of a past he cannot let go. He tolerates me, yes, but that is all.â
The servant looked at you, her eyes filling with tears, but she nodded slowly, understanding the weight of your words. She knew as well as you did that Sukunaâs heart was a barren, desolate place, filled with ghosts and haunted memories. There was no room for you there.
âPromise me, little girl.â you whispered, reaching out to touch her arm gently. âPromise me you wonât tell him.â
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, her expression tight with worry. âI promise, my lady.â she murmured, though you could hear the doubt in her voice.
You leaned back against the tree, closing your eyes and letting the cool breeze brush against your skin. You knew there was no point in hoping for more than what you had. Sukuna had given you a place by his side, but it was not out of affection. He had lost the woman he truly loved, and you were only a semblance of herâa shadow he tolerated, nothing more.
You were dying, that much was clear. Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, a way to free yourself from this liminal existence, to escape the torment of being a living reminder of what he had lost. You could find peace in that, you thought. At least, you could try.
You would not burden him with your illness, with your slow, inevitable decline. You would carry it quietly, with dignity, for whatever time you had left. After all, what was one more life in the grand, cruel scheme of his world? You were just another fleeting moment in the endless march of timeâanother sacrifice, another offering to a man who had already lost everything he had ever cared for.
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YOU DECIDED TO LET FATE RUN ITS COURSE. You let time pass by, letting the illness be hidden in the shadows of low whispers and painful tears in your long suffering days and nights. And sure enough, Ryomen Sukuna had returned from his long and exhausting trip within the next few days.
He had been famished from his trip and sent word that he would be having supper with you that night, which you had obliged without another word. You dressed in your finest, watching the servants prepare the table in your chambers and calmly thanked them one after another as they left.
The evening had settled into its usual quiet rhythm, with the two of you sharing dinner in the dimly lit chamber. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the walls, and the scent of roasted meat and simmered vegetables filled the air.
It was a routine you had come to accept with a resigned sort of familiarity, a ritual that offered a small measure of normalcy in your otherwise constrained existence.
You sat across from Sukuna, picking at your meal with an absent-mindedness that spoke more to your weariness than any lack of appetite. His presence was imposing, yet tonight, he was unusually subdued, his attention focused on the food in front of him rather than on you. And somehow, you were a bit more grateful for it.
As you took a sip from your cup, you looked up at him, your expression earnest. "My lord, do you not think you should be more understanding of your subjects?" you began, your voice gentle but firm. "I must implore you once more to be more lenient with the people. The fear you instill is one thing, but mercy could win you their loyalty and respect."
Sukuna's eyes, dark and inscrutable, met yours. He did not respond immediately, his gaze lingering on you as if weighing your words. This was not the first time you had made this plea, and it was not likely to be the last. You had grown accustomed to his silence, to the way he would listen but rarely act upon your suggestions.
"It is not for me to coddle them, little one." he said finally, his voice low and dismissive. "Fear is a more effective tool than mercy. It ensures obedience."
You sighed softly, knowing well that your words often fell on deaf ears. Still, you persisted, driven by a conviction that even the smallest act of kindness could make a difference. "I understand your perspective, my lord, but sometimes even the harshest rulers find strength in showing compassion. It canâ"
Before you could finish your thought, a sudden, sharp pain gripped your chest. You gasped, doubling over slightly, and a violent coughing fit overtook you. You struggled to steady yourself, but the force of it was too strong. Blood splattered onto the table, the vibrant red stark against the white of your kimono and the pale wood of the dining surface.
Your heart raced as you quickly wiped the blood away with your sleeve, hoping to hide the evidence of your distress. You tried to maintain your composure, but your hands were trembling as you looked up at Sukuna, who had gone still, his eyes fixed on the crimson stain.
For a moment, there was a silence so thick it felt like a physical presence. Ryomen Sukunaâs gaze was heavy and unyielding, his red eyes locked onto the blood that had marred the table and your attire. You could feel the weight of his scrutiny, his silence, a heavy burden that pressed down upon you.
"It's nothing, my lord." you said hurriedly, forcing a weak smile as you tried to brush off the incident. "Just a momentary lapse. Please, continue with your meal."
Sukunaâs expression was unreadable, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied you. He did not speak, but there was a flicker of something in his gazeâperhaps surprise, or concern, or something deeper that he quickly masked.
You could feel the tension between you, an invisible thread connecting your quiet plea to his unspoken thoughts. It was clear that your condition had not gone unnoticed, even if he chose not to acknowledge it openly. You had always been a presence in his life, but tonight, the reality of your fragility seemed to cut through the usual indifference.
He took a deep breath, his gaze finally shifting away from you as he turned his attention back to his meal. The silence that followed was filled with the soft clinking of utensils and the low murmur of conversation from the servants who hovered at the edges of the room, their eyes darting to you with barely concealed concern.
You ate in silence, each bite of food tasting like ash in your mouth. The pain in your chest had subsided, but a deep weariness remained, a lingering reminder of your deteriorating health. You glanced at Sukuna from time to time, but he was absorbed in his meal, his expression unreadable.
The conversation you had tried to initiate was now buried beneath the weight of your illness, and you knew better than to press further. The battle for his leniency would have to wait for another day, another time when you were not so overshadowed by your own suffering.
As the meal drew to a close, you felt the oppressive silence settle around you once more. Sukunaâs gaze was distant, his thoughts seemingly occupied with matters beyond the confines of the dining room. You could only hope that, in some small way, your presence had made a difference, even if it was not the kind you had hoped for.
When the servants cleared away the dishes and the room began to empty, you excused yourself, retreating to your chamber with a heavy heart. You knew that your time here was growing shorter, that the end was approaching with each passing day. But for now, you would carry on, finding what small measure of peace you could in the fleeting moments you had left.
And as you lay down in your bed, staring up at the ceiling, you could not help but think of the blood you had tried to hide, of the way Sukunaâs eyes had lingered on it. You could only hope that someday, he might see you not as a mere shadow or a reminder of what he had lost, but as a person who had tried, in her own way, to make a difference in his world.
The next morning, you awoke to a disorienting cacophony of shouts and harsh reprimands. The once-familiar silence of your quarters was shattered by the sounds of chaos from the courtyard. Your heart sank as you stumbled out of bed, a sharp pain reminding you of the night before.
As you made your way through the hallways, the noise grew louder, mingling with the harsh, angry tones of Ryomen Sukunaâs voice. Your mind raced, dreading what you might find. You knew it already. You have seen it in the other households of the other concubines. And you can only know what had caused such a commotion. When you reached the courtyard, the scene before you was both startling and terrifying.
Your servants were gathered in the center of the courtyard, their faces pale with fear and their postures crumpled under the weight of Sukunaâs wrath. He stood at the center of the commotion, his expression thunderous as he raged at them. His anger was palpable, his words a relentless storm of fury directed at those who had failed to inform him of your condition.
Your breath caught in your throat, and without thinking, you stepped forward, your heart pounding in your chest. The courtyard fell into a stunned silence as Sukunaâs gaze shifted to you, his eyes dark with a mixture of surprise and irritation.
"My lord, please." you began, your voice trembling as you bowed deeply, your forehead nearly touching the ground. "This is my fault, not theirs. I beg for your forgiveness and mercy for my servants."
Sukunaâs eyes narrowed as he took in your contrite posture, his anger momentarily faltering. He regarded you with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity, his dark, unforgiving, gaze sharp as he assessed your sincerity.
"It was my decision to hide my illness, my lord." you continued, your voice barely more than a whisper. "I did not want to trouble you or cause unnecessary concern. Please, spare them your anger. They were only following my wishes."
Ryomen Sukuna remained silent for a moment, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. The servants, though still shaken, dared to lift their eyes to you, their expressions a blend of relief and apprehension.
Finally, Sukuna's gaze softened, a hint of resignation creeping into his expression. He took a deep breath, his anger dissipating as he looked at you with a new intensity. "You would take the blame for them?" he asked, his voice low and edged with incredulity.
You nodded, maintaining your bowed position. "Yes, my lord. It was my choice, my responsibility. I could not bear the thought of them being punished for my actions."
Sukunaâs expression hardened slightly, but the fury in his eyes had dimmed. After a moment of consideration, he gave a curt nod. "Very well. You will accept any punishment I shall put upon you.â
You swallowed the bile down your throat. âYes, my lord.â
âThen I will call for healers. You will see them immediately." He says, as though it was the final verdict. âYou will see them, all of them. Do you understand?â
âYesâŠyes, my lord.â You whispered back to him.
He turned away from the servants, his gaze now fixed on you with an inscrutable intensity. "Go." he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "See to your health, you foolish girl. Your servants too can go. They will tend to you, no matter what you ask.â
You straightened slowly, a mixture of relief and trepidation washing over you. You dared to look up at Sukuna, meeting his eyes briefly before turning to address the servants.
"Thank you, my lord." you said quietly, your voice filled with gratitude. "You have done nothing wrong. Please, return to your duties."
With a final, respectful bow, you turned and headed back toward your quarters with the help of your servants. As you entered your quarters, you felt like you had lived a thousand lifetimes in that one moment. Your servants were bowing at your feet, asking for your forgiveness. But you had all but shooed them away, telling them it was your duty as their master.
You wanted to be alone right now. At least when you still had the chance. When the healers arrive, you would have a life to yourself any longer. You would be stuck in their mercy, with their potions and their whims.
You must prepare yourself for the arrival of the healers. You groaned lowly as you clutch your chest, a wave of pain hitting one after the other. It will be over soon, thatâs what you hoped. Thatâs what you want. You want to be free from this pain. You wanted nothing more than to be free.
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THE PAIN WAS RELENTLESS. The days dragged on in a relentless cycle of pain and futile hope. Despite the best efforts of countless healers, none seemed able to bring you any real relief.
If anything, your condition worsened, each new treatment only seeming to accelerate your quick decline. Ryomen Sukunaâs frustration was palpable; his anger had become a regular presence, casting a long shadow over the already bleak atmosphere of the estate.
You had heard the whispers of the fate that befell each healer who failed to improve your condition. It was a grim reminder of Sukunaâs volatility, a dangerous mix of desperation and rage. The once-bustling quarters were now filled with an air of fearful tension as new healers arrived, only to face Sukunaâs wrath when their efforts proved ineffectual.
On one of the rare days when you felt well enough to leave your bed, you chose to sit by the garden. The fresh air and the sight of the vibrant blooms were a welcome distraction from the constant ache in your body. You had managed to position yourself on a stool under the gentle shade of a cherry tree, finding some small comfort in watching the birds flit about, their cheerful chirping a stark contrast to the turmoil that had become your life.
Sukuna appeared in the garden, his presence as imposing as ever. He walked with a deliberate pace, his gaze scanning the surroundings with an air of detached observation. As he neared, you looked up and greeted him with a smile, though the effort felt heavy, as if each movement was a strain against the burden of your illness.
âMy lord.â you said softly, your voice barely more than a whisper. âThe skies are beautiful today, arenât they?â
Sukuna stopped, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your serene expression. The silence stretched between you, an unspoken tension that lingered like the heat of a summer day. He said nothing in response, his gaze fixed on you with an inscrutable intensity.
After a moment, he broke the silence. âHow is it that you can accept death with such⊠calm?â His voice was low, edged with curiosity and something else you couldnât quite place.
You blinked, taken aback by his question. A laugh escaped you, soft and brittle, more out of surprise than genuine amusement. âAccept death, my lord?â you repeated. âI havenât accepted death, in truth. But there is no way to avoid it.â
Sukunaâs eyes remained on you, his expression unreadable as he listened. You continued, your voice tinged with a philosophical resignation. âDeath will come for all of us, eventually. Itâs a natural end to this life. We all must face it in our own time. In that way, we are all freed from the burdens of this world.â
He studied you with a mixture of skepticism and something akin to contemplation. âYou speak as if it is an inevitability you embrace, little one.â
âNot embrace, my lord.â you corrected gently, sighing. âBut acknowledge. Itâs a part of life, as much as the beginning is. We can fight it or we can accept it, but it will come regardless.â
Sukunaâs gaze softened slightly, though his expression remained stoic. He seemed to be weighing your words, his usual fierceness replaced by an unusual quiet. âAnd you are not afraid, then?â
âFear?â You tilted your head, considering the question. âI suppose I am afraid of the pain that might come before the end. But fear of death itself? Not so much. Itâs merely another step in the journey, my lord. That is what I believe, at least.â
For a moment, there was a stillness between you, punctuated only by the distant chirping of birds. Sukunaâs eyes flickered to the sky, perhaps contemplating the vastness of existence you had spoken of. The anger that had once seemed so consuming in his presence now appeared subdued, replaced by a contemplative silence.
âI see.â he said finally, his tone carrying a trace of grudging respect. âYour words are⊠unusual.â
You smiled faintly, a tired but genuine expression. âPerhaps. But sometimes, facing the truth can be a way to find peace, my lord.â
Sukuna stood there for a while longer, his presence a dark silhouette against the backdrop of the gardenâs tranquility. Finally, he gave a curt nod and turned to leave, his demeanor less harsh than before. The sound of his footsteps gradually faded as he walked away, leaving you alone once more with your thoughts and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze.
As you sat there, watching the birds and the shifting clouds, you felt a small measure of contentment. Sukunaâs visit had brought a moment of introspection, a reminder of the fragile balance between life and death. Even in your suffering, you found a semblance of peace, understanding that acceptance was not about surrendering to fate but about finding a way to live with it, even as the end loomed ever closer.
And just like that, the day you had dreaded finally arrived. And truly, you were left feeling an unbearable weakness that signaled the end was near. The once-familiar confines of your quarters now seemed like a distant world, and the pain of your illness was a constant, gnawing presence. Each breath was a struggle, each moment of consciousness a battle against the encroaching darkness.
To your surprise, your lord Sukuna appeared by your side as you lay on your bed, his imposing figure contrasting sharply with the fragility of your own condition. He had not been a part of your daily existence in the past weeks, his visits sporadic and his presence usually marked by anger and frustration. But now, he was here, seated beside you in a rare display of stillness.
You looked at him through the haze of pain and weakness, your voice a mere whisper. âMy lord, it seems this is my time to part from you.â
Sukunaâs eyes were steady, his gaze betraying an emotion you could not fully decipher. âI know, little one.â he replied simply, his voice holding a note of finality.
A pained laugh escaped your lips, the sound mingling with a shuddering breath. âI only wish⊠I could avoid being reborn into such misery again. To be the other woman, to be nothing to you.â
Sukunaâs silence stretched between you, a weighty pause that seemed to deepen the divide between you. After a moment, he spoke, his voice low but firm. âYou were something.â
You shook your head, the effort to move even slightly causing a fresh wave of agony. âYou lie easily, as you breathe, my lord.â you said with a faint, sorrowful smile.
The silence that followed was heavy and palpable, filled with the unspoken complexities of your relationship. As you lay there, the end drawing closer with each passing moment, you found a strange clarity in the finality of your situation.
âI love you, my lord.â you said softly, the words carrying a weight that transcended the physical pain. âAs sad as it is, I do. But I have no intention of having it returned. I hope that, in the next life, I never meet you again.â
Sukunaâs expression remained impassive, but there was a softness in his gaze that belied his usual stoic demeanor. As you took your final, labored breaths, his sigh was a mix of resignation and something deeper, something that spoke to the complexity of your intertwined fates.
âI hope so too, little one.â he said quietly, his voice carrying a rare touch of vulnerability.
With those words hanging in the air, you felt a sense of release, the weight of your suffering beginning to lift. As your consciousness faded and the pain finally ebbed away, you left behind the world that had been both your prison and your refuge. Ryomen Sukuna looked at your lifeless body, pursing his lips into a flat line.
âLive on in a better life, little one.â He whispered, his fingers brushing against your hair. âMay you be loved by someone who loves you. May we never meet again, my other woman."
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geeked up.

you fucked around and snuck him an aphrodisiac, so now all youâve got to do is survive until the effects wear off!
content: smut, established relationships, bondage, edging, overstim, degrading, oral sĂšx, public sĂšx, exhibitionism, drĂŒg/alcohol use, afab!reader, gn!reader on nanami, spit kink, masochism
incl pairings: kento, toji, satoru, suguru
word count. 8.3k
soundtrack đ§ïžđż: sativa ft. swae lee
COCK THAT TEA / NANAMI.
A cup of hot tea. That's all Nanami had requested.
The lemon stimulant youâd mixed into the drink had made him wrap up his work early, clamoring downstairs, his eyes glassy with desire.
"Darling," he breathes out, staring at the floor, holding the cup in his shaky hand. "Are you busy?â
Heâs so polite about it. At first.
âWhat ever is the matter, Ken?â you question, running your cleaning rag in slow circles over the dining room table, standing on your toes as you stretch across the surface. âIâm trying to clean.â
He nearly growls, eyes shutting and reopening with frustration. His fingers flutter at his side like butterfly wings and he takes a step towards you.
âI need to be inside of you,â he blurts, looking momentarily embarrassed before his face darkens, then he looks up at you with viper eyes.
âRight now?â you fake your surprise, walking around the table to stand in front of him. âBut the dining room is so filthyâŠâ You watch as his nostrils flare; heâs clearly taking in your scent.
âYou know I would never force you,â he grits out, voice choked. âBut also - mmh - p-pretty please?â
His arms come up, either side of you, and he moves to pin your body between himself and the table. He releases the teacup on the table and his fingertips grip onto the surface so harshly that his nails make tiny imperfections in the wood.
âMy God, are you feeling alright?â you stall, pressing the back of your hand to his flushed forehead. âYou look unwell.â
âI feel unwell, baby,â he says, tone serious and apologetic. âI feel like I might die if I canât put my cock in you. That is unreasonable.â
Even as he says the words, itâs clear in his eyes that he doesnât care how irrational it is. He wants to act on his urges so badly.
You rest your hand over the painful lump in his pants. âIs that so?â
âNo, please donât,â he breathes. âD-Donât wanna lose my controlâŠâ
âYou wonât,â you purr, slipping his zipper down. âYouâre gonna be good and let me take care of you for once, âkay?â
His shoulders visibly slump a bit as the pressure from his hard cock is released by his unzipped pants. You take it a step further and dip your fingernails underneath the waistband of his Calvinâs, softly scratching over the blond happy trail.
âNo, no,â Nanamiâs head falls onto your shoulder, full body shudders coming out of him.
âIâm just trying to help, Ken,â you quip, rolling your eyes, moving to pull your hand out; but in the same beat his large hand clamps around your wrist and shoves it down deeper.
He jerks forward against you, a whine for help coming out of his mouth and landing breathily in your ear canal. You try not to shudder yourself, wanting to maintain the facade that youâre in control.
âPlease, just take it out,â he begs.
How could you deny him? Your usually composed, control-taking husband is begging you for something. It breaks your heart as much as it nearly makes you cream your undies.
"Alright," you say calmly, clamping your fist around his shaft, squeezing harshly as you remove it from its barrier.
Nanami whispers gratefully in your ear - over and over - until it fades into moans, because of you sliding the pad of your thumb over his oh-so sensitive cockhead, spreading his precum all over the throbbing skin.
You have his heartbeat in your palm. You feel it racing faster with each stroke of your finger. The organ jerks in response and so does Nanami.
His hips begin to mindly grind back and forth, his torso rubbing yours, hardening your nipples and exposing your arousal.
You let his length slide in and out of your fist, and his hands grip onto your breasts like they can save him from ruin. His hair has fallen down around his head, sweat ruining his gelled style. He looks so desperate.
You'd only wanted to see if the aphrodisiac would remove some of his patience. He's always so kind, slow, gentle. You were writhing to see him lose control, have his way with you, rough you up. Youâd hardly expected it to turn him this submissive and needy.
Fwip! Fwip! The sound of your top disappearing makes you gasp. Youâd gotten too lost in thought and allowed him to get your shirt off, leaving you in just underwear.
Your thighs turn in on themselves, but theyâre no match for his strength. Itâs as if you'd let a feral panther out of its cage, his nails clawing at the waistband, threatening to shred it as his hips pick up speed.
On a whim, you release his shaft and put your palm to his tip, running it over the shiny pink skin. Nanamiâs neck nearly snaps back. You rotate your palm over the tip and rip! his iron grip accidentally tears your underwear off.
He doesnât notice, as he maintains his grip on the fabric with his eyes closed. He freezes in place as you violate his sensitive tip and the underside.
âAgh - shit, shit, nononoâŠâ Nanami spits out.
Until finally heâs had enough.
In exactly three movements, he has your spine curved painfully against his torso, hand clasping a handful of your hair and pulling it against his chest, your shredded undies fallen somewhere on the floor. His groans in your ear are wet and raunchy, coming from the depths of his throat.
His cock pushes through your soaking ring of muscle, sliding through the ridges until it rams into your cervix. He has no regard for your pain level, punishing you even as tears brim your eyes. His hand cracks harshly on your asscheek, before scratching the sensitive skin and making you scream.
"My love, you feel so fucking good.â The lewd words leave his lips in an uncharacteristic way.
You want to roll your hips in time with his but he releases your hair and brings his hand around to cup your neck - faltering you as he thrusts deeper, the painfully solid cock violating your walls. If not for your pussy flooding the veiny organ, your entrance would be raw from the harsh stroking and lack of regard for your pleasure.
With a release of your throat, Nanami's hand moves to the back of your head and forces it down against the table, cheek pressed to the wood. You look at the abandoned drink at the other end. Now youâre watching as the cold liquid ripples through the teacup with each rhythmic thrust of your husband splitting you from hole to hole.
âF-Fuck, Ken, take it easy,â you whine, knowing itâs a full fib.
You want him deeper than he already is, cock bottomed out, heavy balls sticking to your clit each time he goes all the way in. Your internal organs feel like theyâre being bent out of shape, pressure in your belly a bit painful, but mostly exhilarating.
âI-I canât, baby,â Nanami grunts from above. âYour pussy has me so out of control.â
You decide to admit, in a sultry moment of regret what youâd done. Your pussy canât take all the credit for making him this feral, can it? Nanami doesnât respond much, but his cock begins to take it out on you.
His veins pop from his wrists as he pushes your head further into the wood, cheek squishing in on itself, muffling your sobs.
He moans in response to his new rhythm, grunting your name over and over, mixed with naughty minx, take me, feel good?, mhmm.
He hikes his hips at an upward angle and the new spot he's hitting is foul, causing you to scream so loud the noise reverberates off of the walls.
You put a leg up, knee to the edge of the table for stability. Your arms stretch across the surface and you feel drool trickle out of your mouth - your mind so fucked out that you can't even bring yourself to moan.
"Where's my spouse?" Nanami questions rhetorically, shoving a deep thrust in you while cracking his palm on your stinging asscheek. "Why can't I hear them?"
You swallow, trying to stop some of the drool, attempting to answer him but all that comes out is a guttural cry for mercy.
Nanami pretends not to hear it, and runs his nails along your pretty arched back.
His fingers yank your head in the direction of his old cup, âBe sure to look at what got you into this ordeal, dear. Stimulants in my tea, really?â
Your moans return when you feel the pool of fire deep within your belly, and Nanami feels you fluttering your walls around him in an attempt to fight off the orgasm. But he recognizes your moans all too well, so he drills his hips harder to push it out of you.
"Ken! No!" you cry, trying to hold it off, but just before you release he's spilling his own hot spurts into you.
You feel each rope hit the opening to your cervix and your cunt sends you into the harshest orgasm you've had your entire marriage; your one leg that remained on the floor giving out, leaving you to dangle on the edge of the table.
But Nanami's strokes show no sign of slowing down. You feel the veins in his cock drumming against your slick ridges, and his length remains solid.
âMm, so much wetter now,â he notes, his cum nearly sticking his balls to to your clit every time he shoves his groin against your ass.
The noise that comes from your cum mixing together as lubricant is so nasty; it makes your toes curl as you lay on your stomach and continue to take the pain.
Youâll spend the rest of the evening begging him for mercy and not receiving it. When you think heâs finally done, he carryies you upstairs, telling you that heâs going to give you a massage to calm your strained legs.
But when you end up on your side as Nanami stuffs you full of kids for the sixth or seventh time, you realize the massage had been part of his plan, and he gives no hint that heâs near finished with you.
KNOTTY BOY / TOJI.
Toji had arrived home from work right on schedule. You'd been in the middle of preparing breakfast for dinner, the kitchen smelling of bacon grease and syrup.
He'd come in and given you a quick kiss, then disappeared to the back of the apartment to shower.
While he was gone, you'd finished cooking, and loaded his plate up with sausage, bacon, and eggs. Then, you plopped a tower of pancakes in the leftover space. This is when you ripped open a packet of honey from the gas station. You'd seen it on the counter one day whilst getting snacks and, you were curious to see if the rumors were true.
Youâd felt a twinge of guilt as you drizzled the honey all over his pancakes and then hid your naughty work by covering it with maple syrup. It almost felt like drugging him, but you knew it wasnât, and the worst thatâll happen is consensual rounds of sex. Youâd disposed of the empty wrapper in the trash just in time.
Toji comes back from his shower with damp hair and oily skin, wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts that cling low on his v-line. Your chest heats in response, but you maintain an innocent smile as you pad over to him with his dinner.
He sits down at the kitchen table, ready to dive into your delicious meal with a thankful grunt.
"Not hungry?" he questions, noticing that you remain standing behind him, rubbing some of the tension from his shoulders.
"I had a heavy lunch," you lie. "How was work?"
Toji pokes his fork into a sausage link before bringing it to his mouth, "Hot. Annoying. Lil' bitch Shiu was moaning about his sunburn all day."
You giggle, observing the darker shade on Toji's skin from where he has the privilege of tanning instead of frying in the sun. He's glowing like a cinnamon roll coated in sweet icing, and you want to drag your tongue over his moisturized torso.
"Well, least you're home now," you kiss his cheek. "I missed you. I hate when you have to work such long shifts."
He sighs. "Gotta do what I gotta do, puss. Have ta'make sure you have everything you want."
"That so?" you coo. "Thereâs something I want right now."
Toji reaches for the cup of orange juice you'd poured for him, thick eyebrow raised, âSpit it out.â
"Have you ever considered letting me tie you up? You know, 'stead of the other way around?" The words are out before you can stop them, and you're immediately writhing in regret when there's silence for several moments.
Toji takes a sip of the juice, and then turns to face you. "Needy brat, you thinkin' about tying me up while I'm tryin'a eat?"
You tap your fingers on his traps, trying to build a shovel to dig yourself out of this hole. "Actually, I've been thinking about it all day," you admit. "I was just worried you might be too tired for⊠you know."
His fork pokes into the pancake stack. Youâre overcome with a sense of urgency. The minute he ingests the honey, the timer begins.
Toji chuckles and tilts his head awkwardly, rolling his neck. "You know I would never let you go to bed without a couple of nuts, ma." He takes a big bite of the cakes. "Didn't expect that, though.â
"O-Only if you want, of course," you throw out quickly, suddenly more nervous.
Toji swallows and turns to wrap an arm around you, pulling you flush against his body as he sticks his fork back into his food. "If you're gonna be in control, ya can't backtrack. Gotta stand on business.â
You swallow, "Well, unlike you, I need your compliance because I can't just throw you around like you weigh nothing."
Toji's body shakes against you as he takes another bite of pancake. You know the effects take a bit to kick in, but you aren't sure how much time you have left now.
"Would like to see you try to throw me around, though,â he says before adding, âdo ya even know how to tie a knot, lilâ girl?â
"Of course," you say, offended. "I've watched you plenty of times."
"Usually while you're already on your second orgasm and cockdrunk, but..." he shrugs, "we'll see.â
You part from him, allowing him to finish his dinner as you collect the ropes from the closet. You untangle them as you wait. You're buzzing with excitement, blood pumping through your ears and your cunt, as you can already imagine his large torso being pierced with puffy red marks from the ropes digging into his baby-soft skin.
You're just about ready to drag him away from the kitchen by his ears when Toji finally comes into the room, sucking leftover syrup off of his thumb, eyeballing you.
"Mm, did you do something different to the pancakes, puss?" he questions. "Might be a new favorite of mine."
You smile and shrug. "Nope, don't think so."Â
He buys it, or if he doesn't, he doesn't press the topic further. Instead his eyes travel over the wooden chair in the center of your bedroom.
âWelp, let the games begin,â he says, holding out his arms as he releases himself to be at your mercy.
Around ten minutes later, his sits with his arms pinned behind his back. His torso is attached to the back of the chair while his ankles are bound to the legs.
âWell done,â Toji grunts, attempting to tug on the ropes and being unsuccessful in loosening the knots. âMy lilâ brat does pay attention.â
You lean over him, putting your hands on his shoulders. His cock has definitely hardened by now, sitting pretty in his lap as youâd requested he take his shorts off before being tied up.
You watch as his thighs flex and his cock jerks up, tip glistening under the warm lighting in your bedroom.
âAgh, fuck,â he spits. âShow me what you got, dollface.â
You continue to stand, fingers linked together in front of you, implying you have no intention of touching him. âWhat do you mean?â you ask innocently.
âBrat, donât piss me off,â he grunts, a vein in his neck throbbing as he tilts his neck, fighting harder against his restraints now.
You giggle innocently and bring your knee up to the meeting of his thighs, ghosting it over his light brown tip. âYou doing okay there?â
His eyes flutter closed, beads of sweat appearing on his brow line just under his hair. âFuck. Stop doing that shit.â
âOr what?â you taunt, knowing heâs trapped.
âOh, Iâm going to kill you,â he threatens, but he canât help but let out a delicious grunt when you glide your knee up his wanton shaft - back down again.
âWhat is it you always call me?â you tap your chin, pretending to think about it. âNeedy whore.â
âFuck you,â he grits, fists balled up behind him. You see his fingers attempting to reach the bottom of the knot but to no avail. He has no way out of this and he knows it. Youâre watching the aphrodisiac kick into his system in real time.
His pupils expand when he looks up at you. His cheeks are slightly pink, and his bottom lip is underneath his teeth.
âOkay, okay,â you say, rolling your eyes. You reach for the hem of your shirt and pull it slowly past your stomach, then over your chest. You shake your tits in his face, and he leans forward, snapping his teeth, like a shark threatening to take a chomp out of your flesh.
âQuit playing with me, Y/N,â he says sharply. âIâmma fuck you up. Bruise your little uterus so bad.â
âWould love to see you try,â you crack, pulling the fabric off your head and shaking your hair free. You know just how bad your hair turns him on, how much he enjoys nearly ripping it from your scalp as he delivers painful backshots.
He jerks against the chair, causing you to jump a little. You turn around and sit on his lap.
Tojiâs entire body stiffens. âGod, why is my shit so sensitive?â The sentence comes out breathy, almost whiny. Toji never allows himself to switch, but you feel you may have unlocked the ten percent of him that likes to be submissive.
âWhat did you do?â he goes on. âYou did something to me - fuck.â
And the moment you'd come clean, you were already bouncing deliciously on his cock, watching as he squirmed against his restraints and cussed in your ear.
"You're fuckin' dead," he keeps saying, before giving up and breaking into a pathetic little, "fu-uck. Mmh, yeah, ride me baby. Gonna fill you up."
"No you're not," you say, noting how his cock begins to twitch and using your knees to lift yourself up and slide it out of you, leaving your cunt pulsing with ache.
"What the fuck - get back here," he growls. His arms pull against the ropes, and you fear at any moment they're going to pop.
"This is payback, Toji." You look at your nails and then sit yourself back down, facing him with your cunt touching his cock but not allowing him the pleasure of being inside of it. "All those times you overstimulate me, or edge me.â
You lean forward and kiss him on the nape of his neck. He howls, jerking his cock up against you for even the slightest bit of pleasure.
You're just about to drag your teeth across the prominent vein in his neck when a terrifying shred! sound enters the air.
You sit up straight and stare down at Toji in horror, but his face has twisted into a sinister, knowing smile.
"You fucked up, you know that?" he questions, and before you can scramble off of his lap, his arms are around your body, capturing you against his chest.
The next few seconds are a blur. Before you can blink or breathe, the tip of Tojiâs cock feels like itâs inside your intestines, your back against your bedroom door as he fucks you against it.
âA honey packet like Iâm some booty call?â Toji gripes, drilling his hips into you so mean, that all you can do is slap your hands on his back for mercy. ââBout to turn your pussy inside out, demon brat.â
âToji! Please,â you cry, trying to spread your legs on either side of his hips to make it feel like he isnât going so deep, but his cockhead is so slick and fat that itâs threatening to crack you open.
His body being covered in oil is not working to your advantage. Your hands are sliding off of him, until you finally give up and take your hands in his hair, and he increases his speed because of it.
âI oughta chain you to the bed with a vibrator on your clit,â he threatens. âSince you wanna play with me. Fuck. So fucking creamy, ma.â His head falls to stare at your cunt as his cock drills in and out of it, white substance layering on his groin and between your folds.
âIâm sorry baby, Iâm sorry,â you whine into his ear, âo-ooh. Shit.â
ââSorry baby,ââ Toji mocks. âYeah. âM sorry too. Sorry that you ainât gonna be able to walk for a few days. Hold on tight, brat.â
SHOOT MY STEAM / GETO.
"Baby, can you pass me my bottle?"
The sentence you've been waiting to hear for about thirty minutes now.
You're at the gym with your boyfriend. You've been resting on the bench, watching him do his sets, waiting for him to ask for his water.
Suguru knows you always mix in his electrolyte packets for him, only this time, you'd found a convenient aphrodisiac powder to put inside instead. You wanted to see just how hot and sweaty he could really get with it flowing through his veins while he trained.
Only one issue with that: youâd accidentally forgotten about putting it in there, so youâd taken a fat swig a while back and now youâre paying for it as you sit and watch him.
"C'mon, monk, back on your feet," he says, taking a deep breath after chugging some of his water. He places it next to you and then reaches his hands out to help you stand. "'M gonna lose motivation if you're not up with me."
You swallow thickly and force a smile, before taking his hands and rising back up to follow him to the weights. Your body is tingling, cunt ripe with desire.
You decide to do some lunges to distract yourself while Suguru works on the lat pulldown, and you stare with heat in your chest as his back muscles flex under the cut-off sleeves of his shirt.
You think about your nails sliding over the sweaty skin to incite dangerous growls from your boyfriend, making him fall apart as he pumps you full of dick. Your head spins.
You attempt to shake the thoughts away and continue lunging until he finishes his pulldowns. When he stands, an erection is painfully obvious in his shorts.
He walks over to you, voice low. "Well, I guess this means I'm doing good," he comments, pointing to his new friend, and then gesturing to you. "It's also probably because your legs are looking good, angel. Damn."
You giggle and walk to drop off the weights. "Are you gonna be able to keep working out with... that?" Youâre mostly asking for yourself, because if youâre forced to sit here and watch him workout with a boner, you may combust.
Suguru glances at himself in the mirror, rolling his shoulder blades. "It'll go away in a second. It's just all the blood pumping through me."
You blink. Your self control is dwindling but you try to redirect your focus. "'Kay, well I'll be over here starting some squats."
Suguru nods and pulls you in for a sweaty kiss, "Alright, love you."
God, you wish he hadnât done that. Now everywhere his body touched you feels like a thousand needles. You want to grab him the minute he attempts to pull away, but youâre frozen in place, the fuzzy memory of his sweaty lips on yours making your panties damper.
And the next twenty minutes are history. You watch as Suguru loses more and more of his focus, his painful erection never coming close to dying. He slows down in his workouts, his eyes lingering on you much longer than before. You even watch him blink harshly, attempts running futile at pushing away his feelings. Then at last, he comes to collect you.
Now, you know it's a little unsanitary to be laid out over the sauna bench, Suguru leaning over you as steam and sweat drip from his locks.
You also don't care. The lust in his eyes, the furrow in his brow from where he doesn't understand why he couldn't wait to get home to do this is making your pussy throb around him.
"Fuck me," Suguruâs eyes roll back as he brings one of your slippery legs over his chiseled hip, sides of his cock gliding against your internal ridges. âFeels too fucking good, monk.â
All you can do is whine in response, as the subtle curve in Suguruâs dick causes it to poke the squishy roof of your tunnel. Your arms are trying to hold onto him, but with the steam, the two of you are just sweaty, wet bodies gliding against each other.
His abs rub over your belly and sensitive nipples, and he takes in the way each grind makes you gasp a little harder than before.
"F-fuck, Suguru," you whimper.
"Hah - ngh," he growls in your ear. "Don't say my name like that."
"S-Suguru," you repeat, feeling his nails attempt to dig into your skin before his fingers slide over your wet hips. "Wanna feel your cum."
He shakes his head, slinging water all over your face until youâre envisioning it being his warm semen instead. "N-No, feels too good, don't wanna cum yet."
You continue pushing him. "Cum for me, please?"
"No," Suguru spits, the end coming out breathy as he tries to compose himself.
"Please fill me up," you keep going, knowing that he won't be able to even if he tries.
"Baby," Suguru whines pathetically, but his strokes have noticeably gotten sloppier, needier. "Y-You have to stop."
You shake your head defiantly, before you crash your sweaty lips onto his. You moan against his mouth, taking his bottom lip between your teeth, piercing pressure onto it. His lips part as he continues slipping in and out of you.
Your bodies roll to the side on the sauna bench and continue going at it.
âCanât get enough,â he mumbles against your mouth. âSo wet for me, angel.â
Itâs not long before youâre practically shoving him off of you, pussy sore and swollen. But he keeps holding you back onto his cock, making sure you nut on him as many times as he is able to drag it out of you.
Then, after concerns about your time spent in the sauna, you wrap it up - even though Suguru still hasnât cum himself. But that doesnât remain the case for long.
You find yourself pressed against the wet shower wall not even five minutes later, only a curtain hiding the two of you from the rest of the people in the bathroom. Suguru keeps his hand clamped over your mouth, whispering in your ear how good girls keep quiet, while making it impossible for you to obey.
And when he finally releases his thick cum all over your asscheek, watching as it instantly washes away under the hot water, heâs sticking it back in just a few seconds later.
Your brain is mushed with ecstasy from the powder, so you hardly notice that youâve cum on his cock twice already, still ready for more.
GUMMY THROAT / GOJO.
âWant a hit?â
Shoko coughs and turns her wrist to hold her blunt out to you. You sit beside her on the couch and shake your head, holding up the bag in your hand.
âIâm good,â you grin. Inside the bag is edible gummies, which youâve taken two of, and can already feel your toes stretching.
Shoko nods in understanding and passes it to someone else, leaning back against the couch with her eyelids laying low.
You check your pockets for your other bag, which has libido gummy bears, not edibles. This is the bag youâd handed to Gojo, watching as heâd devoured three obliviously.
âSatoru, you know you shouldnât have eaten that many,â youâd scolded, trying to play along.
âRelax, my tolerance is higher than yours,â heâd quipped sassily.
But now that Shokoâs party has started to slow down, people disappearing in spurts, others sitting in corners or on the floor because theyâre stuck, you and Gojo are having a staring contest - and you know what it means.
His eyes are wide and his fingers are restless. Heâs sitting next to Suguru, whoâs naively engaged in conversation with a pretty ginger. Youâre pretending to ignore Gojoâs clear body language that says he wants to leave so that he can scramble your brains.
You giggle as your head falls on Shokoâs shoulder. Your body feels like itâs lifting off of the couch as the THC begins to flood through your bloodstream. All you can do is grip onto your skirt as if itâll ground you.
Gojo stands from where he sits and struts over to you, his blue eyes appearing to glow with madness. âY/N, get up,â he instructs, his voice commanding and unlike him.
âNo,â you huff, nuzzling further into Shoko.
âHave it your way.â He reaches down and grabs your wrist, yanking you off of the cushions, and you can distantly hear Shoko laughing as Gojo puts his hand under your thighs and lifts you into his arms.
âHey-!â you protest as youâre now being hauled princess style, his fingers pressing bruises into your skin with just how harshly heâs holding you.
âItâs way late,â he says. âAnd youâre high as hell. We need to go.â
âYouâre being extra,â you scold, bopping your finger on his nose before letting yourself go limp against him. âYâsure this is about it being late?â
âNo, it isnât,â he admits. âWatching you sit there and play with your skirt is making me lose my damn mind.â
âBut I was hanging out with Shoko,â you pout, and realize he is not taking you towards any exits at all. Heâs walking you to the back of the house, near the laundry room. âGojo, what are you-?â
âI need your throat,â he blurts suddenly, glaring down at you with a compulsory twinkling in his eye. âHappy now? Thatâs what this is about. Need it so fucking bad.â
You giggle. The air feels crisp and your mind is so free. The room spins and you still feel like youâre floating.
âOkay, but be warned that I have cotton mouth,â you hold up a finger matter-of-factly. âMay be a bit dry.â
He reaches the laundry room and pushes the curtain aside. If you were more sober, youâd realize how incredibly risky heâs being, but since you arenât, you donât care.
He puts you down in front of the washer, and wraps his fingers around your face, squishing your cheeks and forcing your mouth to open. In the same beat, he tuahs a mean glob of spit in your mouth.
âThere,â he whispers. âThat should help. Now I need you on your knees.â
He uses his grip on your face to push your head down until your knees collapse and you land on them. He releases you and you look up at him expectantly.
âAll this for some head?â you taunt, placing your palms on his thighs. âNot that serious.â
âYes it is,â he whines, âmight die if I canât shove my cock between those pretty lips.â
He leans down and swipes his thumb across your mouth, flicking your bottom lip and making your eyes flutter. Youâre looking at him but not quite seeing him, as the gummies in your system have you spaced out. Your limbs feel like theyâre stretching. You dig your nails into Gojoâs pants and he responds with an unearthly growl.
Your face is shadowed immediately, and upon focusing your eyes, you realize there's a fat, peachy cock looming over your face.
You gasp, watching as it comes down and taps you on the nose, fleshy and dripping in precum.
âSatoru-!â is all you can manage to say, as his tip grazes your cheek.
âOpen up,â he instructs, and you part your lips slowly, expecting him to shove himself inside but instead he leans forward and sends another drop of saliva down your throat. âJust making sure itâs wet enough.â
âY- mmh,â you're cut off, because Gojo has rammed the tip of his cock between your lips.
You part your teeth and wrap your tongue on the underside instinctually, eyes fluttering closed as you take in his salty taste.
"Speak up," he grunts, âyou were being so bratty a minute ago.â
"Ngh - no," you gargle around his girth, saliva filling your mouth and making it hard to breath, pouring out of the sides of your cheeks and coating his shaft.
"Look at you, can't even take all of it," he taunts, pushing his hips deeper so that the tip begins to push down your throat, making you gag, your mouth becoming wetter.
Your eyes are hardly staying open. With your brain being so mellow, all that you can see or feel or taste is Gojoâs cock as it pumps in and out of your throat, bulging through your neck.
âSo gummy,â Gojo purrs, putting his hands on the edge of the washing machine behind you. âThroat fits me so perfect, baby, yâknow that?â
You canât respond but the moaning attempt you make around his cock pulls a grunt from him. You know heâs being incredibly loud and obvious, but you can hardly scold him. The most you can do is crack your palms on his thighs, leaving tiny hand-shaped prints on the smooth skin.
âHngh - what was that for?â he scolds before murmuring, âdo it again.â
You smack his legs again and keep your eyes closed. Youâre salivating all over his length and it drips down your chin, which is being abused by his heavy sac in repeated claps.
âQuiet,â you moan around his cock, as heâs letting out the most pathetic, desperate moans while you drive your mouth down to the base.
âN-No,â he grumbles, lifting his shirt up, before taking it between his teeth. Youâre met face to face his with his perfect abdomen, glistening in droplets of sweat. âYou suck me up so good, princess.â
Your eyes roll in pleasure at the name, eyes watering, mouth no longer dry. You donât care if he wants to wake up the neighborhood; you just want to hear the delicious, sultry noises.
But right when you feel his dick twitch against the sides of your cheeks, you force your mouth off and swallow down the pool of saliva in the back of your throat. Your lips are wet and puffy as you part them and stare up at him.
âGah - baby, why?â he quarrels, gripping tightly on your head.
You answer by leaning back forward and kissing his tip, sticking out your tongue and flicking it over the head before backing up again.
His knees nearly buckle, his grip on your head tightens.
âP-please donât,â he whimpers. âS-suck it.â
âMm-mm,â you mouth defiantly, wrapping your lips over the tip and gently pressing your teeth down; should he try to shove it deeper, it would only hurt him.
âNgh - âm too horny for this, baby,â he growls. âWas so close.â
âToo bad,â you shrug, voice muffled because of the way youâre swirling your tongue over his slick pink tip.
His head falls forward, white locks dangling over his face as he tries to fight through his unbearably high libido. Your high has started to wear off but you can tell itâs going to be a long night for Satoru.
âAlright princess, I-Iâll remember this,â he coos from above, trying to push his hips towards your face but ultimately hissing and stopping when your teeth clamp down on the meat. âGoddamnit baby, whatâs gotten into you? P-Please jusâ leâme cum.â
âMaybe,â you hum, taking him out of your mouth and using your spit to stroke his cock. âHow bad you want it?â
âS-so bad,â he begs. âIâll do anything.â
âAnything?â you question, running your thumb over his tip. âHmm. Youâre in charge of cooking dinner for a week. Deal?â
âAh - fuck it, just please,â he whines, writhing under your touch, barely able to get his words out.
âCum,â you say silkily, sticking your tongue to catch the salty, white ropes that waste absolutely no time shooting from his shaft.
He twitches under your grip until his high has ridden out, but you use his cum as lubricant to keep stroking his poor length.
âOkay, okay,â he whines. âI-Iâm good now, agh.â
âYouâre not good till I say so,â you gruff, until his hand comes under your chin harshly, and brings you to a forced standing position.
âI said Iâm good, but if you think Iâm not getting you back for that - youâre a stupid little thing, arenât you?â He swipes his thumb over your cum-covered lips, and then licks it clean, before cracking you on the cheek. âNow, on your toes baby. And be quiet.â
A/N:
Iâve been trying to finish this for forever bro wtf is wrong with me
Iâm fighting demons (writerâs block)
And also⊠I think I wanna write some Gojo fluff after #jjk271 because my baby deserves love and light good fucking bye.
all the love always!
~pennjammin
â· What You Need

Sypnosis . In which your dad, whoâs worked closely with jujutsu sorcerers his entire life, finally allows you to meet his best friendâ whoâs half-curse, half-human, and 100% your type. / Pairing . dbf!Choso x fem!reader / Content . afab!reader, age gap (reader is 20 & Choso is like 150 lol), jjk au, pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart, etc), dry humping, teasing, readerâs pretty blunt, dirty talk, Choso is so soft with the reader, heavy tension, filth, pussy slapping, squirting, creampie, semi-soft sex, semi-rough sex, overstim, etc . / wc . 10k (heh..)
A/N: I canât even explain where this idea came from. Just know I was listening to âWhat You Needâ by The Weeknd & then my mind went from there. If you have Daddy issues, youâre welcome. [MDNI]

You wanted to fuck him.
Plain and simple, straight to the point, your first impression of your fatherâs best friend was that you wanted to have sex with him. Unfortunately for you, the problem with such fantasies was that you had a boyfriend at the time.
A really really shitty one but, still. You were in a relationship when you first met Choso. And you remember meeting the man so clearly tooâ partially because you ran right into him, and also because one conversation with him had you forgetting your sorry excuse of a boyfriendâs name.
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You were yawning as you glided down the flight of stairs of your home with your phone in your hand, the smell of coffee simmering into your nose, and a deep unfamiliar voice heard coming from your kitchen.
And to think you nearly regret coming home to your fatherâs estate for the summer. Youâd left all your friends in the city just to come out to the countryside and spend time with your parents. More specifically, your father.
The first week home you were bored out of your mind. The most exciting part of your day would be a lengthy phone call with your best friend about whatever drama youâd missed out on while you were out of town.Â
Your mother was out on a business trip and your father spent most days holed up in his office despite pleading for you to spend the summer home. The days dragged on and the hours felt endless.
Up until a rather particular Friday morning.
Time and time again over the years, your father had always mentioned one name when it came to his friends; Choso Kamo, his best friend. For whatever work-related reason, your dad always told you that you werenât allowed to meet the guy. And yet, something had changedâ apparently, the man needed a place to stay for a few months.
And yeah, sometime throughout Thursday night you briefly remember talking to your father about meeting the mysterious âChoso Kamoâ the next day but, you didnât expect to run into the guy first thing that following morning.
Standing in the middle of your kitchen as youâd carelessly waltzed in, large hands latching onto your waist from the initial contact of your forehead meeting his chest, and husky deep tone hitting your ears with a sexy, âWoah,â The man uttered, causing your body to tense up from head to toe, âCareful, sweetheart.â
His voice was heavy in such a low purr, prompting a chill to slip down your spine before you angled your head up to look at the source of such a tone. An immediate lump was caught in your throat and you think you forgot how to speak properly because youâre blurting out a startled little curse before you even realize it.
âSorry I-, damn.â You breathe out in reaction to the man in front of you.
His hands, which youâre only just now realizing are at your sides, are steady to leave you after assuring youâre not going to fall forward. The deepest set of dewy brown eyes settle on your face and you think youâre in love. Dark bags from lack of sleep weigh sexily beneath his low-lidded eyes, a jet black shade of ink is printed across the bridge of his nose, not a single blemish in sight, and a sweet yet masculine scent rushes into your nose all at once.
It was as though God decided to deliver an angel directly to you in the form of a very very attractive manâ only thoughts of sin clouding your mind as he tips his head to the side and studies your face carefully, the messy strands of hair at his forehead swaying slightly with his little movement.
And then this man, whose skin noticeably has a deep red undertone, has the nerve to smirk at you. Pretty plump rose-tinted lips curve so suavely that youâre staring way harder than you meant to and watching his mouth move as he says something to you once more.
Although, you donât hear a thing he says. Youâre in a daze, stuck staring so rudely at his lips and how perfect they appear until your name is said.Â
You flinch and lift your gaze to meet his, âH-Huh?â You stammer, getting flustered all over again by the intense eye contact.
He lets out the softest little chuckle and you can feel your heart swooning, âI asked if you were alright,â The brunette repeats for you, studying your eyes closely, âYou walked right into me soâŠâ
âI-Iâm fine,â You stutter before clearing your throat and taking a slight step back to gather yourself. That rich scent of cologne oozing off of his body was making you dizzy with desire, âSorry for walking into you.â
That smile on his face only seems to grow softer, âItâs alright,â He says, soon extending a hand out to you, âIâm sure your father wanted to introduce us to one another but, this works too. Iâm Choso-â
âKamo,â You finish for him as you meet his hand with your own, shaking it firmly, âI-, wait,â You can finally feel the thumping of your heart settling downâ meaning you can return to a proper reaction to that information, âYouâre my dadâs best friend?â
Choso gives you a little nod, âI am,â He hums before eyeing you up and down, âAnd youâreâŠâ His eyes freeze somewhere for a split second but then heâs snapping them back up to your face, âA lot older than I thought.â
Your brows pinch together, âIâm sorry? How old did my dad say I was?â
âThatâs the thing, he didnât say at all. I just assumed you were a little girl,â He admits, finally retracting his hand from yours after becoming overly aware of the way your thumb was slipping across his knuckles while you shook his hand. âAnd as we can see,â He lets off a little scoff, âYouâre far from that.â
The way your eyes widen at that has him rushing to correct himself.
âWell, n-not that thatâs a bad thing, I just-, I mean, youâre a grown woman and I wasnât expecting that,â Choso manages out quickly.
Then youâre chuckling and itâs like a sweet melody to his ears, his entire facial expression simmering to a look of ease. âItâs okay, I know what you meant,â You tell him, flashing the prettiest smile he thinks heâs ever set his eyes on, âAfter all, I was expecting an old wrinkly man but no, Dad brings home some 6ft sex symbol with tatts.â
His brows meet for a second as he bats his lashes at you as if to see if you were gonna realize what you just said. Little did he know, youâre aware of what you said and you meant every syllableâ boldly making your attraction to him known from the very beginning.
And maybe that was where it all started. Maybe that was the calm before the storm of whatever it is youâd call the things you and Choso experience over the remainder of the summer.
Because after that little encounter, you and Choso get along a little too well.Â
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The first day was a breeze. After getting friendly with one another in the kitchen, you were sure to skip over to your fatherâs office and inform him of having already met his best friend so he wouldnât try to awkwardly introduce you two later.
Your dad made sure to ask you how you felt about his best friend staying there for a few monthsâ to which you explained that you didnât care too much, youâd be leaving back to the city for school again in like a month and a half so who cares?
That, and why on earth would you complain about that sexy curse living just down the hall from you?? Which was another thing in itself, you were aware of what he was, your dad briefly explained it to you before which is all the more reason why you expected some old wrinkly person.
As such, you needed to express your infatuation to someone as soon as possible. And what better victim than your best friend back in the city?Â
Now laying on your stomach across your old bed, your legs swing back and forth in the air as you thoughtlessly chat it up with your friend, âNo, you donât get it. Heâs sooo hot,â You exclaim for like the millionth time since the call connected.
She chuckles from the other end, âGirl, this is your sixth time reminding me within the past thirty minutes, I think I get it.â
âBut you donât,â You whine dramatically, âHis eyes, theyâre so pretty, the prettiest brown eyes Iâve ever seen-, ugh,â Your face drops down into one of your pillows for a second as you smile to yourself and recall the countless times you and Choso have made eye contact, âAnd the way he smellsâ like fuckinâ⊠roses or something, but roses in the middle of a dark rainforest with-â
âOkay, okay,â Your friend laughs, âWe get it. He smells good. Whatâs next? Youâre gonna tell me about how you want this guy, whoâs probably in his forties, to fuck you on the nearest surface as soon as possible-â
âYes,â You huff, âYes, I do. I want him to fuckinâ ruin me.â
The sound of your friend scoffing can be heard, âUh, I think youâre forgetting something.â
Your face scrunches up, âWhat?â
âYou have a boyfriend,â She scarcely reminds you, her tone light and gentle with you.
To which you roll your eyes, âOh whatever. You mean the same âboyfriendâ who cheated on me two months ago? The same asshole who Iâve given chance after chance even though he treats me like shit? The âboyfriendâ who took like two hours to make me cum that one time? The guy I literally told you Iâm gonna break up with soon??â
âW-Well,â She lets out a heavy sigh, âYeah⊠that asshole. I know youâre leaving him soon but please donât go fucking your dadâs best friend before you break things off with him-â
âIâm not stooping down to his level, donât worry,â You hum softly as you flip over to lay on your back, âThough⊠I did consider it.â
âSeriously?â She scoffs in surprise.
You nibble on your lower lip and smirk, âYou donât get how hot Choso is.â
Your best friend chuckles, âGirl.â
âIâm jusâ saying! I canât even think of any other guy when heâs around. Heâs soâŠâ As you continue your ramble about the small crush youâve developed for your fatherâs best friendâ youâre completely clueless about the man having heard almost everything.
Choso wasnât spying on you or anything, he was simply walking down the hall and happened to hear a thing or two since your door was left cracked open. And sure, he took the slightest peak inside to spot you resting atop your bed but he was about to walk away until he heard you describing him.
Of course he was inclined to stop and listen to you ramble about his appearanceâ he thought it was cute. Heâd seen how youâve been looking at him anyway, heâs not dumb.
The problem is that youâre his best friendâs daughter. The last thing he should be doing is taking any kind of romantic or sexual interest in you. You were off-limits in his mind.
Or at least, youâre supposed to be.
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But God do you make things difficult.
You and Choso share your small interactions in the morning usually, asking each other how you slept and whatnot, basically making casual small talk every morning. You learn more and more about the man, asking him questions about what itâs like being half-curse and half-human, questions about his cursed technique and the things he can do.
Most of which he waters down for you since, even though your fatherâs a part of the jujutsu sorcery world, you arenât. You know a few basic things like how cursed energy works but thatâs about it so Choso keeps his answers to you very simple.
That aside, you are a goddamn enigma to Choso. Heâs always caught between wanting to stare at you for hours on end and knowing he shouldnât have his eyes on you for longer than five minutes because then his mindâs drifting elsewhere.
But again, you make it so fucking difficult.
One hot Tuesday morning, Choso notices he hadnât run into you in the spacey kitchen of your fatherâs estate yet. He was busy making the same coffee he prepares daily, wondering what time you were gonna make your way downstairs. He canât lie to himself, he has grown quite attached to your little morning talks with him.
Tapping his fingers across the counter as he watches his coffee brew, his ears suddenly perk up at the sound of a splash. Lifting his attention, Choso glances back over his shoulder to the direction of which the sound came fromâ looking out the large sliding glass door that leads out to the pool and wondering if your father was out there or something.
To his everloving surprise, the source of that sound is anything but your dad. Itâs actually you, swimming around peacefully until youâre floating toward the edge of the pool, right in Chosoâs line of vision as you lift yourself up.
Everything moves in slow motion like some cliche film, Chosoâs eyes widening at the water rolling down your body and the goddamn bikini you have on. Holding yourself up on the edge of the pool, not yet exiting the small body of water yet, Choso finds himself studying every inch of you (thatâs visible at least).
And then, as you finally push up, thereâs that natural arch in your back that has Choso swallowing-, no, gulping down something thick in his throat. His lips are parting and heâs letting out a breath of air he didnât realize he was keeping in as he watches those small droplets of water glide down along your glistening wet skin.Â
And fuck when youâre out of the water and you lift your arms into the air to stretch, your body on full display to the manâ slick with water, exposed skin sparkling beneath the morning sunlight, and that bikini leaving hardly anything to the imagination.
Choso has to physically fight himself to rip his eyes off of you, turning back to the coffee in front of him and clearing his throat. The image of you in that bathing suit is doing wonders for these wandering thoughts heâd been trying to avoid. You were so wetâ literally soaked before his very greedy eyes, your entire body dripping in sex appeal, and the sight of you like that steadily rushing heat down to his c-
The sound of the sliding door opening makes Choso flinch like crazy. He lets out a little huff and glances back to see you with a towel now wrapped around your waist.
Your tits were sitting so prettily in that bright red bikini top-
âMorningâ Mr. Kamo,â You greet sweetly as you enter the kitchen.
Choso gulps down his nerves, âMorninâ princess,â He says casually whilst moving to grab his mug of coffee.
That little pet name heâd randomly picked up for you somewhere along the line makes your heart warm every time you hear it. A smile forms on your face as you approach his side and glance around his little setup for coffee making, âAw, you didnât make me one this time?â You say with a little pout on your face as you glance at him.
He shrugs, âDidnât know you were up yet.â Then Choso avoids looking in your direction at all costs by turning to the other counter to grab a spoon, âWhat made you go for a swim this early?â
âI dunno but,â You hum, following right behind him and approaching his side once more as you watch him stir nothing into his coffee, âYou should join me next time.â
He swears his entire body heats up as you say that. Just the thought of being in the pool with you, hardly clothed, swimming together, and wetting each other up makes his mind spin. âDunno if thatâs a good idea, sweetheart,â Choso says casually, as if he wasnât having thoughts of pressing you against one of those poolsides and-
âHm?â You bat your lashes up at him and he glances at your face for a split second before ripping his eyes off you, âWhy not?â
âWhat would your dad think?â Choso sighs, continuing to stir nothing into his coffee as if thatâll help him forget about you standing half-naked beside him.
You scoff, âNothing? Itâs just you and me swimming together.â
Choso rolls his eyes at your innocence, âAlone,â He adds on, âMe and you swimming alone together.â
âAre we supposed to have an audience?â You tease, leaning closer to him and entering his peripheral line of vision, âOr, are you uncomfortable being alone with me?â
He freezes, slowly turning his head to look down at you, âNot at all,â Choso quickly tells you, âBeing alone with you like that is justâŠâ
Your eyes widen slightly in anticipation and he can feel his body warming again. Then, you glance off to the side innocently, ââŠTempting?â You offer.
To which he answers without thinking, âExactly.â
You part your lips to say something snarky in response but heâs moving away from you yet again. Cursing himself mentally for letting that slip. He didnât want you to realize he was growing just as interested in you as you were him.Â
Then, with perfect timing, your father comes from around the corner with his mouth wide open as he lets out a hefty yawn.Â
âMorninâ you two,â Your dad grumps as he shuffles his feet toward the fridge.
Choso had somehow made his way to the island in the middle of the kitchen already, now sitting comfortably on one of the three bar stools, his eyes low on his phone screen as he lifted his cup to his lips, âGood morning.â
Your eyes are directly on the man as you replay his response to you moments ago over and over in your brain. The nerve he had to go and sit down casually as if he didnât just he didnât just imply something very-
âDaughter,â Your dad sighs out, to which you snap out of your daze and glance at him.
âFather,â You hum in response.
He looks at you, sending you a kind and tired little smile, âIâll be gone for a few days for business, you okay with that?â He asks, subtly nodding his head back at Choso and silently asking if youâre comfortable being alone for a few days with the man.
Of course, you have to physically contain your excitementâ being alone with Choso means no more interruptions like what had just happened, âYeah, thatâs fine by me.â You say with a little shrug.
Your father nods at that and then tends back to the fridge to prepare himself something. You smile to yourself before tiptoeing your eyes back over to Choso, only to find his eyes already on you.
All of you, drinking in the sight of you in that damn bikini top before he boldly and directly cracks a lazy smirk and lifts his gaze to your face. You can feel a wave of heat rushing to your cheeks as he tilts his head and sends you a little wink from across the kitchenâ bluntly letting you know that heâs thinking the same thing you are and your excitement is mutual.
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Day one alone with Choso was actually really fun. The two of you spent time together in your fatherâs massive basement, lounging around together and even indulging in a friendly game of pool.
It was nice, comforting even, to have Choso around. He was very respectful and kind with you, subtle with flirting with you because he didnât want the true levels of his desire to be known, and so gentle with you that it made your heart turn to mush every single time.
Day two was even better. You both finally went on that swim you offeredâ to which you nearly drooled when he first stripped himself of his shirt, eyeing his washboard abs that were decorated with such pretty scars from previous fights heâs had.Â
The two of you just swam and talked, youâd splash him a bit every now and then and heâd splash you back whenever you uttered something way too flirtatious.
At some point you felt like that was his way of turning you down. Sure, he was interested in you but, Choso had his way of silently telling you it wasnât gonna happen. Or at least, it shouldnât happen.
Day three was when things changed. Well, night three specifically.
Choso was in the kitchen, where the two of you always seem to run into each other, sitting on his favorite bar stool while working on something on his laptop until he heard you coming downstairs. His ears twitched and he glanced up to see if you were coming into the kitchen a few times, noticing your steps sounded oddly determined.
When you do enter the kitchen, the enter mood shifts. Choso opens his mouth to greet you since itâs past midnight and he hadnât seen you in a few hours but he freezes when he sees the look on your face.
Flushed and fuming with emotion, your breathing unsteady and ragged as if youâd been crying, and your hands shaky as you make way for one of the wine cabinets. He almost doesnât move. Choso sits there in shock for a minute, watching you rush to grab a glass and a bottle of alcohol at random, slamming it down on the kitchen island and moving to find something to open the bottle with.
Itâs then that Chosoâs standing to his feet and walking toward you, âHey, hey,â He coos, seeing the frustration in your face as you jerk a drawer open with an upset pout on your face, âWhatâre you doing? Whatâs wrong?â Choso asks as he nears your side.
You donât even look at him, pulling your lower lip into your mouth and biting back tears. âI-Isnât it obvious?â You snap back in an annoyed tone, responding to his first question and first question alone as you swipe up a corkscrew out the drawer and push it shut with your hip.
Then you shuffle back over to the island where your unopened bottle and wine glass are sitting. Your hands are shaking due to the rush of adrenaline throughout your body and Choso follows your every move, standing to your left as he leans against the counter and tilts his head at you.
He carefully moves to slide the bottle of alcohol away from you, which earns him an angry glare from you. Choso only grins kindly at your expression, âArenât you a little too young to be drinking?â He teases.
You scoff, in no mood for his teasing right now, âOh fuck off, Iâm twenty years old.â
âI know,â He says calmly, his tone as soft and sweet as ever, âBut the legal age for drinking is twenty-one, no?â
âDepends on where you live,â You huff, reaching for the bottle once more only to receive his hand being placed over yours.
You freeze and Choso tilts his head a little more, âTalk to me, pretty,â He hushes out, inching closer to your ear and furthering the softness of his deep rich voice, âWhat happened?â
You can feel yourself melting at the warmth his body brings as he gets closer to you, your breath hitching slightly due to his attentive curiosity, âMy⊠My boyfriend jusâ broke up with me,â You grit out.
He can tell youâre more upset than you are saddened but either way, he wants to help you, âThe asshole you told me about?â
âUhuh,â You nod, making a small attempt to pull that bottle toward you again.
Choso smirks and his fingers weave through yours slightly before pulling your hand away and pinning it to the counter, âSo talk to me about it, princess,â He hushes out, âThe last thing you need is alcohol right now.â
Youâre quiet for a few seconds before you sniffle, relaxing under his small touch, âWell⊠I just, I hate feeling like this.â
âLike what?â He whispers, carefully rubbing his thumb against the soft skin of your hand.
âI was gonna break up with him but he fucking beat me to it and now I just-, I dunno, I feel like shit,â You huff out before you slowly turn your head to look at him again.
Your eyes are all glossy and your lashes are noticeably wet, a small tear slipping down your cheek. Choso moves without thinking.
Taking his hand off of yours and bringing his palm to cup your cheek, watching you lean into his touch as he thumbs that tear of yours away, âYou feel like shit?â He repeats.
Nodding against his hand, you mumble a little response, âM-Mhm.â
âIâd love to say you shouldnât but,â His gaze kindly flicks back and forth between your left and right eyes, âI understand. Break-ups are hard.â
You pout, âThey shouldnât be. He was fucking terrible to me. I was supposed to break things off, not him. H-He doesnât get to just do that. Itâs not fair.â Your voice comes out in a slight whine at the end and he can see your eyes glossing over again.
âI know, I know,â Choso coos, bringing his other hand to your vacant cheek and cupping your face in his big hands.
âDo you?â You unintentionally huff out to him, âHave you ever even-â
He scoffs playfully, âYes, princess. Iâve had multiple relationships in my lifetime.â
You snort, ââIn my lifetimeâ, you make yourself sound old as hell,â A slight grin forms on your face amist your sorrows and it makes his heart churn.
Chosoâs gaze rakes over your face in his hands, âBaby, how old do you think I am?â
âI dunno,â You shrug, âYou look like youâre not even a day over twenty five.â
He smirks, âDo I?â
âMhm. How old are you?â
âA hundred ân fifty.â
You choke, âHoly shit, seriously??â You gape as your eyes widen in surprise.
âYeahâŠâ Choso trails off for a moment, tipping his head to the side, âDoes that scare you?â
You almost laugh at that, âWhat? No, I love older men,â As you say that, thereâs almost a look of bliss on your face.
To which sparks Chosoâs interest as if he hadnât picked up on that fact a long time ago, âOh?â
âI-I mean-, wait,â You stammer, looking away from him, âN-No-, actually, yeah⊠I meant that.â
âCareful,â Choso says simply, âYouâre gonna make me think the wrong thing if you speak like that.â
Slowly, your eyes trail back over to him and he removes his hands from your face, âWould that be so bad?â You murmur, leaning closer to him ever so slightly.
His eyes bore directly into yours, âYes. Youâre my best friendâs child.â
Your face twists up, âYeah but Iâm not literally a child.â
âI know-â
âSo donât treat me like one,â You cut off, gazing intently up into his mesmerizing brown eyes.
His look softens, âIâm sorry if I have.â
âDonât see me as one either,â You continue, earning a light scoff from his lips.
Choso shrugs, âI donât.â
âYou donât?â Your eyes widen slightly and the room feels so unbelievably warm right now.
âNever have,â Choso admits, licking his lips for a moment before continuing, âEven though I should be.â
Your brows furrow, âWhy?â
He flashes a small smile, âIâm literally seven times your age.â
âSo?â
âSo this-,â He gestures between the two of you, âWhatever âthisâ may even refer to, is horribly wrong in so many ways.â
You roll your eyes and cross your arms, âBut âthisâ isnât anything yet.â
âYet?â Choso echoes.
âOh câmon, Mr. Kamo,â You purr, âThe only reason we havenât given in to what we both want is because I had a boyfriend.â
âChoso,â He corrects, âIâve told you to call me Choso.â
Your gaze becomes noticeably sultry as you lower your eyelids and soften your voice, âI know, sorry sir.â
âStop that,â He huffs, glancing off to the side.
You lean toward the direction heâs looking off to and fein innocence, âStop what, sir?â
âThat.â Choso rasps, clearing his throat seconds later to collect himself.
âWhy?â You urge, inching closer and boldly speaking your mind, âDoes it turn you on?â
He scoffs but you see his lips twitching into a smirk, âNo.â
Growing curious, your brows pinch together, âWait, does anything turn you on?â
âHuh?â Choso breathes before looking at you.
âLike, since youâre half-curse⊠does that affect your bodily functions or anything? Can you even get aroused-â
He lets out a chuckle in reaction to your ignorance, âYes, yes I can.â
âReally?â Sparkles seem to light up in your eyes and it doesnât go unnoticed.
âIâm more human than I am curse.â He states simply.
You smirk, âEverywhere?â
âYes, everywhere.â
âLike⊠even your c-â
âYes.â He cuts off, âNow stop it.â
Your lower lip gets caught in between your teeth, âStop what?â
âTrying to get me to have a sexual conversation with you,â Choso says in a commanding tone before taking a respectful slight step back.
âI want a lot more than just a conversation,â You whisper loud enough for him to hear.
Choso becomes cold with you in an instant, âAnd I don't care, itâs not happening.â
At that, there are several twinges in your heart. You grit your teeth and turn for that not-so-forgotten bottle of alcohol, quickly popping it open and pouring yourself a glass. Then, before Choso can even react, youâre gulping it down and heâs sighing in defeat.
After which, you send him an annoyed glare and he frowns softly at you, âPrincess-â
âDonât call me that.â You cut off curtly, licking the bit of liquid intoxication that rests on your lips.
His eyes flicker down for a split second, âWhy? âCause I wonât fuck you like you want me to?â Choso asks boldly.
âI-, yeahâŠâ You utter, âY-Yeah. Thatâs exactly why I donât want you to call me that.â
He shakes his head softly and moves to push the bottle away from you again, âI told you alcohol isnât what you needed.â
âWhat I âneedâ wonât let me have him,â You say, pouting yet again.
Choso sighs as he returns his eyes to your face, grinning at your expression as he lifts a hand to your chin, âYou donât âneedâ me.â
You lean into his touch instantly, âI do-â
âYou want me,â Choso corrects, his gaze narrowing on your mouth as his thumb wipes up a small slip of alcohol that missed your lips.
âNoâ You huff, tipping your head toward his thumb and pushing your lips against the pad of it, âI need you.â
The man can feel his resistance thinning, âYou need me?â He echoes lowly, his voice dropping suddenly.
âYes, I-â
âNeed me to what, exactly?â Chosoâs thumb applies slight pressure to your lips before heâs parting them and feeling against your lower lip. Then, before you can even answer, heâs looking into your eyes and leaning close to you, âHm? Need me to fuckinâ âruinâ you?â He quotes.
You were too caught up in experiencing his teasing to realize he gave away the fact that he heard one of your previous phone calls, âPlease?â
âSay it,â Choso whispers as his free hand slips over to your waist.
âI need-â
âWant.â He scolds, weighing your bottom lip down a bit.
You whine, âBut-â
âSpeak properly to me ând I might give you what you want,â Choso says.
You perk up at that, âI want you to ruin me, Choso.â
He takes a deep breath and leans in, âI shouldnât.â The man whispers to you.
Your eyes are lowering to his lips, âBut you want it to,â You point out, yearning for the soon connection of his lips to yours, âI know you do.â
âYou donât know anything,â He argues.
âChoso, youâve been undressing me with your eyes from the moment you first set them on me.â You refute in a low whisper
âIâŠâ He trails offâ refusing to deny or agree with that.
The way your arms unfold and you slowly bring your hands to his shoulders, leaning in and tilting your head, has him in a trance, âJust take me.â
He chokes, âI wonât.â
You scoff, âThen Iâm turning back to my drinkâŠâ
âNo. Instead,â Choso swallows thickly and retracts his hand from your face. âWe can do something else.â
You miss his touch already, âLike what?â
âWatch a movie.â
âWe both know exactly what thatâs going to lead to.â
Itâs then that he seems to finally give in, âLet it lead there then since you want it so bad.â
ââ
And thatâs why you donât regret coming home for the summer. Because how else would you have ended up like this?
Yeah, you and Choso watched some random movie together to get your mind off things but, just like youâd saidâ you both knew what itâd lead to and it did. After the movie, you find yourself asleep, all your emotions and adrenaline having caught up on you.
The thing is, you fell asleep on Choso. He was right there with you, deep in his slumber just as you were for a while. So perhaps thatâs how you ended up the way you are now.
Both of you had woken up to your body right in front of Chosoâs. He was laid out against the stretch of the couch, his head resting on a pillow that was propped up against the armrest of the couch. You both woke up at the same time and you were lying on your side.
He had an arm around your waist and his crotch was flush with your ass. Slowly, you turned your head back to look at him and he met your gaze intimately. Lifting his head slightly from the pillow, leaning in toward you, moving a hand to angle your head up some more, his thumb gently rubbing against your chin.
âChoso,â You whispered, earning a groggy little hum from him.
His eyes lower on your lips. So soft, they look so fucking soft. Heâs always thought that but the closeness right now and the dim lighting coming from the TV was killing him, âWhat?â Choso whispers, âYâstill want it?â
You shake your head, âNot âitâ Choso, you.â
He gulps and begins to inch his face closer to yours, his breath carefully hitting your lips as he whispers to you, âYou sure? Once we start⊠I wonât hold back.â
âDonât want you to,â You utter, trying to lean up to him some more.
He smirks at that, âAlrightâŠâ Then his lips are practically on yours, âJusâ remember you asked for this.â
Thatâs the last thing said before heâs kissing you, lightly too. Chosoâs always so gentle with you as if he fears youâll break.Â
And hell, maybe after tonight you will have been broken. Because what starts out as a slow testing taste of lips, soon turns hot and needy. His tongue glides past your moist lips, eager to taste you, to feel you, to make you feel good.Â
Then his hand is sliding down your body, ghosting your chest before he pulls away for a second to whisper, âCan I touch you?â
âYeahâŠâ You utter, trying desperately to place your lips back on his.
He smirks, âWhere?â
âEverywhere, Cho. Mâall yours,â You claim.
Choso groans as his lips press into yours again, his hand sliding down just to slip under your shirt and grab a very firm hold of your breast. His touch is gentle for a second but then heâs squeezing the fat of your boob in his hand, his lips slipping over yours eagerly.
Heâd only pull away for air for a split second before heâs sucking on your bottom lip again, intertwining his tongue with yours, and shifting his hand under your bra to wrap his fingers around your perky nipple. He gives the sensitive bud a small little pinch to test the waters and grins at the way you whine.
âLike that?â He whispers gingerly into your mouth.
You nod and the rest of your body is simply squirming against his, his cock twitching behind the fabric of his pants at the way your ass rubs against him just right. Choso rocks his hips forward ever so slightly, pressing his erection against you and nibbling on your lower lip hungrily.
Your mouth was so damn sweetâ he just couldnât get enough. Touching all over your breasts, pinching and lightly tugging at your nipples just to feel you moan against him. Then his hands, which are just so big, simply knead your breast within his palm as his mouth slides off of yours and he begins kissing your neck.
âYouâre so tense, sweetheart,â Choso whispers into your skin, his warm breath tickling your neck, âRelax fâme.â
You let out a small sigh, âIâm tryinââŠâ
He smiles against you, âYou nervous?â Choso asks as his hand slides out of your bra and rests against your stomach.
âNo,â You huff.
Then, Chosoâs moving to sit up and you move with him. He slips back against the armrest of the chair, his hands going to your hips to pull you on top of his lap with your back still facing him.
Chosoâs hand trails to your stomach once more as his lips near your ear, âLean back fâme, baby.â He guides, feeling the way you do just that and rest yourself against his chest, âThere you go,â God his voice had you soaked, âLemme take care of you, princess.â
You gulp loudly at that, your breathing beyond unsteady as you comfort yourself in his lap. His chest is so firm against your back, the feeling of his heart pounding within his ribcage so vividly felt behind youâ he was just as anxious and nervous as you were. Cute.
His lips meet the space just behind your ear and his hands slither around your body. Choso carefully positions his fingertips at your inner thighs, âDo I have to guide you through everything, hm?â He hums playfully.
âN-No but,â Your eyes are glued to his big veiny hands playing with the skin of your legs, âI like the way you talk me through it.â
âYeah?â He hushes out, âAlright then, go âhead ând spread your legs for me, pretty girl.â
Youâre so horny you can hardly think straight. The air feels heavy and every touch from the older man has your skin tingling and your pussy pooling. As your thighs part, Chosoâs quick to move his fingers to the waistband of your shorts, teasing you by running his fingertips under it.
âThaâs it,â He purrs, âSo good fâme.â
Your hips lift involuntarily as if to force his fingertips where you want them but he moves to grip onto you.Â
Choso snickers at your eagerness, âPatience, baby. Iâm tryinâ to take my time with yaâ,â He admits, pressing his lips into the crown of your ear, âWanna show you what sex is supposed to feel like.â
âH-Huh?â You gape in a breathy tone, âChoso, yâknow mânot a virgin, right?â
He grins, âMhm, I know. But that doesnât mean we canât take things slow for a bit,â He explains lowly, steadily pulling your shorts down as you help him with small wiggles of your hips, âPlus,â His middle and ring finger inch toward your panties, lips curving into a smile at the noticeably damp red fabric, âI gotta prep you anyway.â
You scoff, âFor what? Is your dick that big?â
He shrugs, running the pad of his middle finger over your clothed center lightly, âYouâll find out soon enough.â Choso promises.
Then, heâs tugging your panties to the side, biting his lip as your cunt is exposed to him. Chosoâs such a tease, caressing your soaked hole but not yet pushing his fingers in, kissing the side of your neck as he taunts you until youâre whining for him.
âCho-â
âTwo hours, right?â He suddenly asks. Your brows furrow and he senses your confusion, smirking slightly, âYour ex, he took two hours to make you cum one time, no?â
âI-,â Your jaw drops slightly as Choso easily draws his finger up to your clit, tracing soft circles around it, âH-How do you know about that?â
âHeard you talkinâ about him a few weeks back,â He whispers to you, âSâkinda sad, yâknow. Two hours?â As he casually converses with you, his finger is providing you with slow stimulation.
You rest your head back against his shoulder, âUhuh⊠he couldnât figure anything out.â You explain as a pout pulls at your lips.
For whatever reason, that seems to boost Chosoâs ego a bit. As such, his fingers dip back down and finally start pushing into you, âOh yeah? Bet I can make you cum in two minutes.â
A brief chuckle leaves your lips, âHe said the same thingâŠâ You huff.
To which Choso scoffs, delving his fingers deep past your folds and groaning at that slick squelch that enters the air. âHeâs not me, princess. Listen to how wet this pussy is fâme already,â The man taunts as he works a careful pace inside you, âSo tight too⊠shit.â
The first moan you let out makes his cock twitch against your ass. Your lips part and you let out heavy breaths as Choso fingers you skillfully, talking you through his every movement.
âTell me somethinâ baby,â Choso says, pushing another finger into you and curling his fingertips upward against your gummy walls, âWhenâs the last time you touched yourself?â
You pant, âHah⊠U-Uh, I dunnoâŠâ
âOh câmon, donât lie tâme,â He scoffs. He canât help but watch the way his fingers disappear inside your cunt, your slick coating his skin and making the most obscene noises imaginable.
âMaybe last week,â You eventually utter in response to him, words coming out all in one short breath.
His cock is felt throbbing against your ass, hips rolling up slightly for the slightest bit of friction, âYeah? Whoâd you think about when you touched yourself? Hm?â The curse asks.
âY-You, Choso,â You admit honestly, recalling the week prior when you had the man in mind as you relieved yourself.
He lets out a throaty grunt. The thought of you touching yourself to him was making his tip drip excessively within his boxers. âMmh. Thought about me?â Choso huffs, fingering you a bit faster now as he searches for a particular spot.
When he finds it, you moan, âYeah.â
âFuckâŠâ Choso groans against your ear, âThought about me doinâ what? This?â He emphasizes his words with a firm rub of his fingertips against your sweet spot and watching your sloppy pussy drip off of his knuckles.
âYes Choso,â You gasp with your back arching off of him.
He bites his lip, âAnything else?â
His two thick fingers pick up in pace, pumping deeply in and out of you and earning pretty moans from your moist lips. You were losing your mind. Chosoâs fingers were so damn skillful and deep inside you, dragging his touch all along your walls, and digging into your g-spot over and over again.
âI-, ah⊠I thought about you-,â You mumble in between your moans, âMmgh, f-fuckinâ me.â
âWhere?â He purrs, his fingers swiveling inside you and making you gasp loudly, âHow? Gimme details, pretty.â
âE-Everywhere-, fuck, right there⊠âSpecially the kitchen, wanted you to bend me over the counter so many timesâŠâ You whine, cunt clenching around his fingers desperately.
He places a small kiss on your cheek and whispers, âShouldaâ said somethinâ.â
âYou wouldnât have done it,â You argue through slightly gritted teeth.
As you do so, your hips are lifting to meet his fingers while they thrust inside you. Your moans become more constant, more confident even, as he explores your pussy with his two fingers.
âI might after today,â Choso hushes out before pulling his fingers out of you for a split second just to deliver your cunt with a messy little slap that has you spasming.
âPlease,â You mewl, your legs threatening to close on him as he rubs his fingers over your cunt in a sloppy manner, smearing your sappy slick all over the same place and making even more of a mess of you.
âHey, keep these thighs open,â Choso huffs, landing yet another light smack onto your pussy and watching the way you quiver and clench around nothing, âMânot done, câmon.â
Then heâs stuffing you full of his fingers again. In and out and in and outâ so melodically pressing against your g-spot and then spreading his two fingers apart inside you, invoking a gasp from your throat, âFeels so g-good Choso.â
âSo keep feelinâ it then,â He smiles, âStop runninâ from it, baby, give it tâme.â Choso requests.
And he knows youâre getting close, he can tell by the way your pussy greedily sucks his fingers back in every time he tugs them out, the way youâre moving a hand to cling onto his arm, and then thereâs your legs struggling to remain open for him.
Not that he minded anyway. Choso had no problem with forcing your legs to stay open for him, it was cute watching the way you squirmed and the constant rutt of your ass against his achingly hard dick was what made things better for him as well.
âCho,â You whimper as your back arches off of him yet again, your toes curling when he hits this particularly sweet and juicy spot inside you.
âGonna fuck you real good after this,â He speaks right into your ear with that deep husky tone of his, his words making your pussy clench even tighter around his digits, âRuin yaâ jusâ like you want me to.â
You couldnât stop yourself from whining, âPlease.â
âLook at me,â Choso directs, earning a steady turn of your head. As your eyes meet his, his fingers curl against you, âThere she is, such a pretty girl.â The man whispers, watching your jaw drop and listening to the moan you breathe out in response.
âS-Stop that,â You pout, batting your lashes at him.
He chuckles, âStop what?â
âBeinâ gentle with me.â
Choso almost scoffs, his fingers digging into you, âWhy? It turns you on.â
You canât even think straight enough to respond properlyâ your legs trying to shut on him again and your reply coming out in a lazy, âNuh uhâŠâ
âYouâre so cute,â The way heâs talking to you, holding you, looking at you, it made you want to just melt away.
Your body was so damn hot, you could feel a coil in the pit of your stomach as your orgasm neared. Shit, he knew how to hit every spot inside you with ease. So much so that even his palm was pressing against your clit and providing you with even more stimulation to the point where your eyes were lulling back.
âShut-, ah, mgh-, fuck. S-Shut up,â You blurt out in between breathy moans.
Chosoâs eyes lower on your expression, âYouâre gettinâ close, arenât you?â
All you can do is nod, âUhuh..â
Then youâre losing it again, seeing stars as he moves his free hand to roll a finger over your clit raw. Chosoâs voice is rough with you, âGonna cum fâme?â He asks, and youâre nodding desperately before he lets out a lower rasp of, âSay it.â
Your eyes squeeze shut and your hands mindlessly move in an attempt to push his away so you could fucking breathe for a moment, âOh fuck, I-Iâm gonna cum.â You whine.
âFor who? Say my name, baby.â Choso orders with his fingers moving in and out of your cunt faster and faster, the sounds only getting wetter and wetter.
âFor you, Choso,â Your voice is hardly even there but itâs loud enough to satisfy him, âGonna cum fâyouâŠâ
He leans in a bit and looks you dead in your eyes, slamming his fingertips deeper and deeper, âCâmon then, give it to me. Cum fâme.â
And then you are. It felt so abrupt too, as if he hadnât been coaxing you to that point anyway. Chosoâs fingers are digging in and out and in and out, his pants hitting your lips as he softly rubs his hard cock against your ass. Your legs tried to close on him but his arms wrapped around you prevented you from doing so, both of his hands firmly stroking you through it.
Then there was the eye contact, intense gaze pouring into yours as you came around his fingers with a whiny cry of his name. âGood girl,â Choso praises, âSuch a good fuckinâ girl fâmeâ makinâ a pretty mess âround me like that. Think you can gimme another?â
âChoso,â You puff out, shaking your head no in response.
He just grins at you, âJusâ one more baby, one more. Promise.â
ââ
That was the biggest lie youâd ever heard. âOne moreâ, yeah, and then heâs asking for another, and then another, and then another.
At some point, you could hardly move because of how intense your orgasms were, making the filthiest mess around his fingers and on his hands, and grinding against his hard cock as you cried out his name for what felt like hours. Choso had you geeked, high off of your own arousal because even though you were whimpering about it being âtoo muchâ your pussy was singing an entirely different song.
Literally. The sloppy squelches from your cunt made Choso so unbelievably hard. He couldnât wait to have you on his cock, whispering in your ear about how deep inside you heâs about to be, telling you to just give him one more so he can have his way with you, and rubbing himself against you so he doesnât lose his damn mind.
He swears he almost came in his pants from just fingering you alone, especially when he brought his drenched fingers up to his mouth and fucking tasted you. The groan he let out came straight from deep within his stomach, causing butterflies to swirl in your stomach.Â
Followed by that was him sucking your juices off his skin and then moving to your ear, âYou taste so fuckinâ good, baby,â Choso practically moaned before moving his fingers to your lips, âI donât wanna be selfish with it either so, here, taste yâself fâme.â
You gradually take his fingers in your mouth and suck on them tentatively with Chosoâs eyes all over your face. And you suck on his fingers so skillfully, sliding your tongue in between them, taking them deeper into your mouth and almost into your throat, and even gagging against them.
âFuck,â Choso breathes, his cock on the verge of nearly exploding in his pants. âB-BabyâŠâ He pants.
With his fingers still in your mouth, drool slipping down your chin, âHm?â You hum innocently.
âIf I donât fuck you right now, Iâm gonna embarrass myself.â That was his final warning to you before he was snatching his fingers from your mouth and quickly moving his hands to your hips. Choso pushes you forward slightly and he suppresses a whine, soon placing a hand on your back, âDo me a favor ând bend over fâme.â He requests.
You donât hesitate to do just that, lifting yourself off of him and then leaning your upper half down against the couch, arching your back, and parting your legs for the man. Choso felt like he could cum from the sight alone. Your pussy was on full display for him, your thighs wet with your own cum and sweat, red panties still tugged to the side, and legs spread just for him.
Then Choso moves to his knees, positioning himself behind you as he rushes his sweats and boxers downâ bulging cock springing out and slapping against his abdomen. He had precum dripping from his fat tip, his veins twitching, and his entire cock hot with an aching need.
You barely look back at him for a second, only for your face to be pushed back down to the couch as he presses his leaking tip against you. Your pussy lips twitch around his thick cockhead, feeling him rub against you as Choso groans.
âToo long,â Choso whispers, âWe waited too long for this.â He starts rutting his hips forward ever so slightly, teasing his tip in and out of you as he tests your tight ring of resistance. âSâgonna be a big stretch, baby,â He warns, trying his hardest not to just ram himself inside you all in one go, âNeed you to relax fâme, alright?â
If anything, you wiggle your hips back against him and force more than his tip inside you, moaning against the couch cushion your face is still being pushed into. âI can take it, Cho,â You whisper, âJusâ give it tâme, please. Fuck me.â
Thatâs all it takes for him to start pushing himself inside you, immediately tossing his head back at your pussy gripping onto him, and tugging him deeper inside your warm entrance so damn welcomingly. He tries to go slow as he hears you hissing at the sheer stretch his big cock causes, your fingers curling against the couch and your back arching even further.
But the way your cunt just swallows and sucks him in has him letting out the prettiest groan youâve ever heard from a man. Thereâs a tinge of a whine laced within that groan of his, feeling your saturated walls squeezing around his hefty shaft has Choso panting as he pushes into you. The last thing he wanted to do was cum too early so it doesnât take much for him to just snap his hips forward.
Ripping a moan of his name from your throat, you feel all of him poking just everywhere. Chosoâs cock is so damn big and thick, curving into that syrupy spot his fingers were teasing moments before. He reaches the hilt of your cunt with ease and watches the way your legs quiver.
âChoso,â Youâre practically drooling into the couch whilst he reels his hips back and eases them forward again.
He lets out a loud huff that fans over you as he leans forward a little, pressing his hands into the cushion beside your sides, âSo fuckinâ tight, mgh.â He grunts from behind you, âBeen holdinâ out on me, huh?â Choso suddenly comments as he tilts his head and peers down at the sexy curve of your arched back.
You shake your head stupidly, âN-Ngh.. n-no,â You murmur softly, âBeen tryinâ to⊠mgh, give it to youâŠâ
âYeah?â Choso smiles while slamming his hips forward a little harder than before, âYouâve been tryinâ to give this pussy tâme?â He huffs out with a heavy thrust.
Your jaw falls open, âUhuh, but you k-know that, Choso.â
His smile widens a bit when he recalls the countless times he rejected your advances, âHah, maybeâŠâ As his worlds trail off a bit, his focus goes to your ass and the sexy recoil thatâs caused every time his toned pelvis meets your ass.
Everything about you was so sexy, his hand instinctively lifting to land a harsh slap on your ass. Cock plunging in harder-, deeper, you found your legs quaking with every thrust and your eyes glossing over completely.
âAh, oh fuck-,â You choke out as his achingly hard tip narrows in on your g-spot, hammering into you mercilessly.
Choso lets out a heavy breath of air and grabs a handful of your ass, glancing down to your sloppy folds, taking his glistening cock so well over and over. Inch by bruising inch, your cunt swallowed him gratefully every time he fed it to you.
âMânot gonna last long, baby,â He soon admits to you while his eyes roll back at the way youâre clenching around him simply because of his voice alone.
You throb at that, âH-Hngh.. you gonna cum s-soon?â
Choso nods almost drunkenly, âUhuh, been holdinâ it in.â He explains to you before grabbing a firm hold of your hips and pinpointing his hips, sharpening his thrusts, and thrashing his throbbing cockhead against your dripping pussy.
He was addicted. He didnât even have to finish yet to know he was never going to get enough of thisâ enough of you. All he can do is think back on all those times he couldâve flirted with you, and couldâve brought you to this very moment sooner.Â
Like that morning when you came out of the pool, Choso knows he couldâve found a moment alone with you. He couldâve seduced you just as you did him, found any worthy surface to hoist you up against, and then fuck you to tears in that slutty bikini of yours.
Thinking back on it now, the bikini you wore then resembles the lace red panties that are hanging off of you by a thread right now, messy tugged to the side, and soaked with your earlier orgasms and wetness.Â
Chosoâs so lost in his head, he doesnât realize heâs drilling his cock into you, fucking you down into the couch and nearly making you lose the arch in your back.Â
You let out a broken cry of his name, âCh-Choso-, oh.. fuuck, mâgonna cum, Cho.â
His brows tense and he settles both of his hands on your hips, tugging your ass back to meet his thrusts, âAgain, princess? Gonna make a mess on my cock? Hm?â
âMhm,â You mumble, practically clawing at the couch to hold yourself stable as he pounds into you.
Then heâs reaching for your hair and a moan is ripped from your throat as he tugs your head back, furthering your arch and making your legs go numb with the way you could feel his heavy girth in every corner of your sappy pussy.
Lips parted, eyes rolling back again, and legs shaking, you let out a cry of pleasure as you come undone before it even registers to you.
Chosoâs in your ear all of a sudden, âYou feel so good,â He grunts, gifting your cunt with another hard thrust, âSo fuckinâ good.â
His other arm wraps around you and sneaks down to your clit, causing your entire body to spasm against him. âC-Choso-, sâtoo much, hahh⊠p-please,â Youâre whimpering, feeling an entirely new sensation build up whilst he rubs his fingers over your clit.
Then heâs jamming in harder, breathing hot against your ear, pulling your hair firmly, and even giving your cunt light smacks as you suck him in just as heâd secretly always imagined you would.
Grunting against the shell of your ear, Chosoâs fingers pick up the pace on your clit and he grinds his fat tip against the spot that has you seeing stars, âFeel that?â He whispers, âFeel me in there, pretty girl?â
âChoso,â You squeak, âI-Iâm⊠mmgh, f-feels different, Cho.âÂ
âI know baby, I know,â He hushes out so softly despite the complete contract of his mean cock fucking you full beyond belief. âWant you to squirt fâme,â Choso coos, âThink you can do that? Hm?â
Youâre shaking your head no, your body feeling as though it were on fire with how hot and overwhelmed you were by pleasure. To which Choso simply chuckles, his dick aching for release.
âPlease?â He begs quietly, âI need it, princess.â He sounds so sweet and soft but itâs completely opposite to the way his cockhead is stretching you open from the inside out.
âWant,â You correct breathily as if to mock him from earlier.
He flashes a fucked-out little smile, âUhuh, want it so bad,â Choso admits, his thrusts growing desperate and frantic, âWanna feel it, wet my cock up, sweetheart. Câmon, squirt fâme.â
Your legs are attempting you shudder shut, the pleasure overwhelming your senses as your eyes cross, âC-Cho-, sâtoo much, I-I canât-â
âYes you can,â He kisses the space below your ear softly, âJusâ let go for me. Stop runninâ from it,â The sound of his voice is all you can pay attention to aside from his desperate jabs at your insides, leaving you pooling around his shaft and slicking up every delicate vein that trails along his cock, âYou wanna cum, so do it. Cum for me, princess.â Choso groans heavily against your ear.
You are. And then so is he. Both of you reach an entirely different level of orgasmâ your body trembles as you make a filthy mess of the couch when you squirt just as heâs requested and he makes a mess of your insides by releasing thick gloopy ropes of cum deep inside you, fucking in every drop with a loud whine of your name rolling off his tongue.
So much so that youâre both collapsing against the couch as your highs die down. His body weight rests on top of yours but youâre shaking in the aftershocks of your orgasm too much to care. Choso softly humps his dick in and out of you just to keep his cum from dribbling out of your puffy folds, letting out soft breaths against your skin.
The two of you simply lay there for a while, unable to move for a vast many reasons.
Choso soon whispers a calm, âYou okay?â And you hum softly. âNeed a verbal response, pretty girl.â
âYeah,â You practically mouth the word instead of saying it but thatâs just enough for him.
Then, after a few more minutes of relishing in what had just occurredâ the fact that you slept with your dadâs best friend finally weighed in on you.
Though, you guess youâll deal with any guilt later. Even though the sound of the houseâs front door clicking open from just down the hall moments later was rather concerningâŠ

If I Was Your Boyfriend

"If he was your boyfriend, he would give you the actual world. Sadly he is just your best friend with the biggest unrequited crush ever."
Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: Unrequited Crush!AU, Idiots in Love!AU, Best Friends to Lovers!AU, Slice of Life, Fluff, Romance
Warnings: OC is scared of a bug (me fr), he kills it for her, he would do anything for her, yearning, unrequited feelings (? mhhm ?), listen. he may be a lil bit dense when it comes to reading signs jsjjss bless his heart, i need him as my boyfriend, so much tension between them, jsjsjs this is pure torture i want them to kiss!!, brief mention of adult toys, miscommunication because he suuucks at love confessions, protective & slightly jealous!Kook, he is the greenest flag though like seriously, the happiest end hihi, the inspo was seven mv kook, she is shorter than him because i have the hugest size kink with him and this is so self-indulgent <3, once again i need him as my boyfie
Wordcount: 10.5k
a/n: sometimes i have ideas for one specific trope without wanting to write the whole book lmaooo, so enjoy this lil slow burn fluff scenario which is so self-indulgent and fanfiction coded. also, it was inspired by a real life event where i found a bug in my bed and i had to kill it on my own :( i was being very brave about it đ ps: this is very unrealistic 'cause like why would you only be best friends with HIM? that wouldn't be an unrequited crush if that was me. happy birthday to kookie đ

The call comes around two at night. Jungkook picks up with the first ring. He was working out before that.
âHello? Are you okay?â he asks, resting his head against the edge of the sofa as he is currently sitting on the floor. He was doing sit ups before that, trying his hardest to regulate his sped-up breathing right now.
âKook, please help me.â
Jungkook sits up straight.
âWhere are you? Are you safe?â
âI donât know. I think itâs following me. I locked it inside my room but I can still hear it.â
âStay with me, Iâm getting dressedâ, he says, jumping to his feet to hurry to his front door.
âPlease hurry please. Iâm so scared.â
âIâm coming, donât worry. Are you home?â
âYes. Hurry please.â
âIâm coming, stay strong. Yeah?â
âYes, thank youâ, you say and end the call.
Jungkook curses, shoving the phone into his pants pocket. He puts on his jacket as he runs down the hallway and puts on his beanie once he is inside the elevator. He is restless in the small space, wishing for it to go quicker. Itâs too slow.
âCome on, come onâ, he stresses it, knowing that it is fruitless.

You are his best friend. Well, at least that is what you would call him. Best friend. Jungkook sees so much more in you. His best friend, his person of trust, his crush. He would never tell you his feelings because he doesnât want to make it awkward. But if there were no consequences for speaking up, Jungkook would tell you that you are his dream girl. You are funny, sweet, caring, talented, intelligent, wonderful, perfect, amazing, beautiful, pretty, stunning. Yes, Jungkook thinks that you are all of these things and more. When he is close to you, his heart races and he wants to keep looking at your face. When you are sad, he wants to make you happy again and when you smile, he wants to keep it on your face. When you arenât with him, he misses you and when you are with him, he hopes that time stops passing. You are the person he updates on the most mundane of things and whose text messages always bring a quick flutter to his chest. Your voice is the voice he could listen to for hours and your face is the face he doesnât get tired of staring at when you and he video chat late night till you and he both run out of things to say. And at the same time, you are the person with whom Jungkook never runs out of things to talk about, if he didnât have to breathe, he would continue to babble to you until your ears wore off. Jungkook swears that if there were no consequences for his words, he would tell you all of this.Â
But alas, there are consequences and so Jungkook is left keeping his true feelings hidden.
The outcome of tonightâs phone call obviously wouldnât have changed whether or not he had romantic feelings for you. Jungkook loves you as a friend as well. And he will always be there for his friends. Especially when they are clearly scared by something.

Jungkook rings your bell. You open the door as if you were waiting for him, grabbing him by his wrists to drag him inside. Jungkookâs entire body flutters at the feeling of your touch.Â
âFinally you are here. Come in quick, pleaseâ, you tell him.
You must have been sleeping already. You are in your pyjamas and have no make-up on. Jungkook swears that you have never looked more beautiful before.Â
âWhat happened? Did someone break in?â he asks instead of telling you that you are beautiful.
âWorse.â
âWorse?â
âKook, there is a huge bug in my room. Please kill it.â
Jungkook stops in his tracks. You call him over for that? You stop when you feel his strength all of a sudden, looking over your shoulder. He has his right brow cocked up.
âWhat?â you stress.
âYou give me a heart attack for that?â
âWhat? Of course. Itâs a bug.â
Jungkook sighs in annoyance, âseriously?â
âYes, seriously.â You round him to shove him by his back. âKill it for me, please Kook.â
âFine, Iâll kill itâ, he gives up and groans, letting you shove him to your bedroom. Jungkook would never dare to think this way, but right now he wished that you were shoving him to your room for something else. Nothing dirty of course, just cuddles. Lots of cuddles. He would literally trade both his kidneys so he could hold you in his arms until you fall asleep just once. He would make sure that you were warm and that you felt safe in his embrace. He would kiss your face and tell you sweet nothings like how he thinks of you when he listens to love songs and how he wishes that it was you and he whenever he sees a romantic scene in a movie.
God, Jungkook is so done for.Â
âWhere is this stupid bug?â he acts annoyed to make the yearning a little easier. It is difficult when you have your hands on his back and they are so, so warm.
âIn there.â You open the door carefully and look around. âFollow meâ, you say, tiptoeing into your room.
Jungkook follows you, smiling fondly. You are cute when you are acting like this.Â
âWhere is it?â he asks, trying his hardest not to think about how he wants to snuggle you for being cute.
âI donât know. It was right there when I last saw it.â
âMaybe itâs already gone.â
âNo, it was-âÂ
The bug flies past you, you scream instantly, jumping at Jungkook for help.
âThe bug! Eeeek Kooook! I hate bugs!â you squeak, hiding away in his chest.
Jungkook hopes that you canât feel his racing pulse, because it is racing. You never touched him like this before, let alone snuggled so close to him.Â
Act cool. Act cool. Act cool.Â
He wraps one arm around you, patting the back of your head.Â
âThere, there you big babyâ, he teases.
âI hate bugs so muchâ, you whine, snuggling closer.
He glances down at you, feeling every beat his heart takes.
Act cool! Act cool! Act cool!
What if he wrapped both arms around you? Would that go too far? He wouldnât mean anything dirty behind it, he just really wants to hug you and feel you melt in his arms.
âKill it, Kook pleaseâ, you whine and move your head so you were looking up at him. Your eyes lock.
Jungkook bites down on his tongue, forgetting to breathe for just a few moments.
ACT COOL! ACT COOL! ACT COOL!
What if he cupped your face right here and now to kiss your nose and cheeks and forehead and chin and lips and eyes? What if he did that?
âPlease kill it.â
âI am, you gotta let go for thatâ, he gets out, surprised at how normal his voice sounds eventhough he is currently losing his mind.
Please donât let go. Please donât let go.Â
You let go. Disappointment from his side. You hide behind him and grab his waist for moral support. Butterflies in his tummy, his knees buckle a little. Holy moly. Holy moly. Wow. Oh wow oh wow oh wow.Â
âYouâre seriously so brave for thisâ, you tell him.
âYeah, yeah or maybe youâre just a scaredy cat.â
He has no idea how he is able to talk properly right now when you have him literally messed up.Â
Jungkook inches close to where the bug is sitting on the wall while his thoughts and heart are racing. He has to act nonchalant about the situation. You are only holding him like this because you are scared.
âDo you have a shoe?â he asks you, hating his hand for shaking when he presents it to you.
You bend down and take off your right slipper, âwill this do?âÂ
âPerfect.âÂ
Jungkook takes the slipper and carefully moves closer to the bug. Your fingers tighten on his waist.
âCareful nowâ, you comment.
âI amâ he gets out, concentrating vigorously. He canât mess up now, you are counting on him.Â
âAlmost there. Almost thereâ, you cheer him on.
Jungkook slams the shoe down. The bug has no chance of escape. You scream.
âGotcha.â
âDid you get it? Is it dead? Kook, is it dead?â
Jungkook lifts the slipper and looks at the squished bug on its sole. He shows it to you.
âDead.â
âYay, itâs dead. Ew how nasty, you can see the intestines.â
âRight. Give me a minute, Iâm cleaning it.â
âUse acid for it. Just to be sure it doesnât come back.
He chuckles, âsure, Iâll use acid.â
He leaves you in your bedroom to hurry to the bathroom.Â
Your apartment is familiar to him. He spends a lot of time here. Mostly to chill on your couch and watch shows with you. Sometimes you also cook dinner together and then eat it by the table, while other times you do a workout together. Seriously, you are his fucking dream girl.Â
One time as you and he were cooking together, he needed something from the shelf above you, but you couldnât step away from the stove. So he got it while you were right in front of him and his chest brushed against your back and he swears that he heard your breath hitch for a moment. Jungkook wanted to hug you back then. When you later that evening turned to let him taste the cooking only to use the same fork to taste it yourself, Jungkook almost kissed you.Â
One time when you were watching a show, you got cold hands and Jungkook offered to warm them for you. He didnât think you would accept, but you did and so he ended up with your cold hands under his hoodie as you warmed them up on his skin. Jungkook swears that he wanted to pin you against the sofa and kiss your cute face back then.
One time when you were doing a workout together, you struggled with a movement and asked him for help. He ended up having to hold you by your hips as he guided you through the movement. He wanted to flip you and kiss you senseless back then.Â
He never felt like this before. He was scared of these feelings at first, but now he canât get enough. You are a foodie, a romance lover and a lover for couple workouts and itâs so impossible for him not to be in love. You are seriously his dream girl. There is no fucking way around this.
Jungkook knows that tonight will be such a memory as well. the kind of memory which tingles, but which also makes him regret that he didnât act differently. When you cuddled into him, he wanted to hug you properly. When you grabbed his waist he wanted to turn in your grasp and kiss you against the door. But he knows that he canât. He would ruin what you are having and he could never get over this heartbreak.
Jungkook looks at your toothbrush as he cleans the shoe. Sometimes he thinks about how it would feel to be represented in your bathroom as the second toothbrush right next to yours. Â
Jungkook bites down on his tongue, burning holes into the empty space next to your toothbrush. He would put so much effort into taking care of himself so you could always look at the best version of him. He would do skincare nights with you. He would try out hair masks with you and rub body lotion on the spots you canât reach. He would brush his teeth, floss them and use mouthwash religiously just so his kisses would always taste good. He would do all of this if it meant you had an attractive boyfriend.
Jungkook looks away. He is doing it again, he is getting delusional. He shouldnât do that. It isnât his right.Â
He turns off the water and leaves the bathroom so he could return the slipper to you.
You are in the kitchen, looking at him instantly.
âIs it gone?â you ask him.
âYup, itâs gone. Your slipper.â
âThank you seriously. You just saved my lifeâ, you say and lift a bottle of his favorite beer. âThank You Beer?â
He shakes his head, âI need to drive.â
âOkay. Then a Thank You Water?â
âYeah, I can drink that.â
Jungkook accepts the offer because he can stay with you longer that way.
âComing right up. Get comfy in the meantime.â

Jungkook waits on the sofa, but stands up when you come inside the room. He accepts the water and sits back down. You plop down right in front of him, pulling your legs onto the pillow. Your knees are almost touching the side of thigh.
âYou seriously saved my ass tonight. I was already in bed when I felt something tickle my arm and then I turned on the lights and it was right on my arm. I screamed so loud, you have no idea.â
âThat sounds traumatic.â
âIt was traumatic.â You shudder. âI hate bugs.â
Jungkook laughs softly.
âWhat? Are you laughing at me?â
âNo, just laughing âcause I agree. You really hate bugs.â
âI do. Awful things, seriously.â
He laughs and you laugh as well. Your eyes meet again. He takes a sip of his water then asks a question which scares him a little.
âWhy did you call me?â
âWhy not?â
âI, I meanâ, he stutters, feeling his heart do somersaults.
âYou were my first thought. Itâs probably because youâre always keeping me safe.â
Jungkook swears he wants to kiss you right now. He is the first person you think of when you need help. He is your safe person. Wow, wow, wow.
âIs that weird to say?â you ask him shyly.
âNot at allâ, he gets out in a terribly hoarse voice.
âOkay phew. I knew that I could count on you.â
Jungkook gives you a smile. One you retort with a vast glance at his lips.

Jungkook brings the empty glass to the kitchen to clean it after he finishes it. You follow him.Â
âYou donât have to clean thatâ, you tell him, trying to reach for the glass but he moves it away.
âI got itâ, he assures you, looking at you over his arm.
You and he are so close again. He canât stop looking into your eyes. He knows that he is delusional, but in his mind, your eyes are so bright when you look at him. But itâs not real and he is acting stupid when he is staring like that. He turns his head away, blind to the few more seconds your eyes seem to linger on his face.
âWhat were you doing when I called you?â you ask him, watching his hands as he washes the glass.
âWorking out.â
âReally? At this time?â
âThatâs when I get energised.â
âOf course you do. What were you doing?â
âJust stuff on the floor.â
âNice. Like push ups and stuff?â
âYeah and sit ups.â
âThatâs cool.âÂ
He has his back turned to you, putting away the glass. He is wearing a white oversized shirt, but the movement makes it stick to his body, showing not only his skinny waist but also his built, muscular back. His shoulders grew so much over the past seven months. (Seven months ago was when you decided to download a dating app and told Jungkook about it. Jungkook started working out harder since then.)Â
He closes the cupboard and turns.Â
âSomething wrong?â he asks, somehow oblivious to your stares.Â
âNothing, no uhm.â You look to the side. âYou probably wanna leave now?â
He doesnât want to leave.
âIf you still need me here, I can stayâ, he offers.
Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes.
âReally?â
He nods his head, giving you a sweet smile with teeth. He would do anything for you, even mess up his sleep schedule.
âMaybe there is another bug, you know?â you say, playing with your own fingers shyly.
His heart is jumping in joy. He can stay longer.Â
âThat could be possible, yeah. Should we check?â he offers as calmly as possible.
âYeah, please.â
Yay! Yay! Yay!
âI know I sound so stupid.â
âYou donât. Come on, Iâll check.â
You and he go to your bedroom together. Jungkook wants to hold your hand, but knows that he canât. You close the door to your bedroom. His pulse flutters for a moment. In another lifetime, this would be the moment you pull him into a kiss. But Jungkook knows that stupid things like different lifetimes are stuff of movies, not reality.
He has to act as your best friend who doesnât have a crush on you if he wanted to or not. He lifts your blanket and shakes it out.
âNo bugsâ, he comments.
âThatâs good, yeah. I should probably check the pillows.â
You crawl onto bed and make it your job to flip each individual pillow. Jungkook looks at you for a moment. He hates that things like different lifetimes are stuff of movies. Because in a different lifetime, he jumps onto bed with you to hug you. He listens to your giggle and makes you giggle even harder by tickling your sides.
You, oblivious to his longing stares, flip yet another pillow.Â
âNo bugs here, thank god. I probably sound insane to you, but Iâm actually so scared that thereâs a whole bug family in this room.â
âYou donât sound insane. Iâll take care of them if we find them.â
âYouâre seriously my hero.â
Jungkook is thinking. Maybe he could still make you laugh, he thinks. Not by showering you in skinship, but differently.Â
âHey, check this outâ, he says.
âWhat? Did you find another bug?!â you gasp, whipping around instantly.
âIâm a bug. Bzzzâ, he says and jumps onto bed, flapping his arms as if he was a bug flying.
You cough out air, following it up with a loud laugh.
Jungkook flops onto his back and wiggles his limps.
âNow Iâm flipped onto my back and canât get upâ, he says, squirming from side to side stupidly. âHelp me. Bzzzz.â
You laugh to the point it becomes just a little ugly and way too loud. At least you would call it that. Jungkook calls it the most beautiful sound he has ever heard. He loves to be goofy when it means that he can make you laugh. Some people call him childish and tell him to act his age, but Jungkook doesnât care about these people because you love the way he is. You always smile and laugh so much when he gets goofy and childish and it is so worth every rude comment he gets. One time, he played around with a snapback hat, acting silly with it until you cackled loudly. Another time he showed you a card trick with goofy sound effects, basking in the giggles you gave him. He knows that he looks stupid in these moments, but he would literally turn into a silly jester if it meant that you could laugh just one more time.
âHelp me, Iâm a bug and I canât get upâ, he whines dramatically.
âWait, Iâll help youâ, you joke and place your hands on his torso. One on his chest, the other on his stomach.
He tenses up like a board of wood, forgetting all about being silly. His limbs drop, as does his heart. You are touching him! This never happened before when he acted goofy. What should he do? What is the correct reaction to this?
âWhy are you such a heavy bug? I canât flip youâ, you are still being playful with him, but Jungkook canât find humour anymore. He is starstruck.Â
He chuckles deeply, letting out a breathy, âyeah.âÂ
You glance at him. The second your eyes meet, his heart is racing. You are so fucking beautiful.Â
âHehâ, he lets out and places his hand over yours, eyes flitting to your lips unknowingly.
âHmâ, you let out, studying his gazing eyes. Your lips feel kissed just from his look.Â
âMhmâ, he hums and smiles, shimmying his head just a little closer to you. He feels your minty breath swirl over his face like this, squeezing your hand in reaction. What if he just did it? What if he just kissed you right here and now?
Your smile falls.
âSorryâ, you whisper, pulling your hands back and sitting up.Â
Jungkook gasps for air, coming back to reality. What was this moment? Is he going crazy? Why would he do that?
Your eyes meet for a brief second then you look away again, rubbing the side of your neck.
Jungkook sits up, âI should, uhm, probably check under the bed too, right?â he tries to change topics and rolls over to stick his head under the bed. He might die of heart palpitations.
There are a few boxes under the bed, some shoe boxes and an exposed adult toy. Jungkook does a double take. Oh god, panic.
Jungkook shoots back up, staring at you with big eyes.
âWhat?â
âYou uhmâŠâ
âWhat?â You crawl to the edge and bend down to look, shooting up again within a second, âWhat did you see??â
His entire face flushes, he looks to the side instantly, right hand coming to rub the side of his neck. Your entire face feels on fire, you want to die on the spot.
âI, I didnât see anything I swearâ, he stutters.
âKook, please donât remember thisâ, you insist, shaking him by his shoulders.
âItâs seriously fineâ, he assures you, panicking so so much.
âThis is so embarrassing.â
âNo, itâs okay. Sorry for invading your space like that.â
âIâm actually gonna cry, please donât remember thisâ, you beg him.
âI didnât even see anythingâ, he lies, feeling his heart give up. For real, it will give up. He feels so guilty. You are so upset and uncomfortable and itâs all his fault. âIâm sorry.â
âNo you, I guess, I donât know, I justâ, you stutter, unable to form any coherent sentences.
Jungkook feels just as awkward as you, suddenly needing to stand up.
âI think I should goâ, he says.
âReally?â
âYeah, itâs getting late.â
âOh, yeah. Totally.â
Fuck, fuck, fuck. You fucked it. You are internally panicking, blind to the fact that Jungkook is panicking as well.
His face is so red and itâs making him scared that you can see it. He doesnât want you to think that he is imagining you like that, because he really isnât. But for just a second it crossed his mind and it managed to dye his face so red that he feels like crying. Of course he wants to stay with you. Of course he wants to spend every single second of this night with you, talking and laughing and looking at you, but he might not be able to get rid of this blush right now. He needs to leave.
You follow behind him, panicking more and more. You let him put on his shoes and his beanie, you watch him close his jacket unable to say anything. You swear that you always clean up after yourself, but you were busy this morning and forgot to put it away after sanitizing it. Jungkook was never supposed to see it. Not him. Everyone but him.
âIâll text you once Iâm homeâ, Jungkook tells you.
âYouâre not disgusted now, are you?â you finally get the scary words out.
âWhat?â
You are both dragging out the inevitable.Â
âI donât know, justâŠI tried the dating app stuff. I met people, you know?â
Jungkook feels like dying when you talk about this stuff. He stands in the apartment complex hallways, looking at you as you tell him about your hook ups and he wants to fucking die as he does. He has been loyal to you ever since he started this stupid crush on you. Of course he knows that it is impossible of him to expect the same from you. But he has been so fucking loyal to you that you literally broke his heart seven months ago when you told him about your newest download. He wasnât strong enough to get over his crush, so now he dies all over again each time you tell him about your hook-ups.
âAnd it just felt weird. I couldnât do itâ, you confess.
âReally?â suddenly what happened before is wiped from his mind. You never went through with it? His loyalty was reciprocated? Jungkook knows that he is being so delusional right now and yet he still hangs on to your every word like a worshipper of your syllables, staring at your lips as you talk.
âYeah, but I still have needs, you know? Oh god, why did I say that? This didnât make it better. Just forget I ever said anything.â
âI, I didnât hear anythingâ, Jungkook stutters, feeling weak-kneed. The wall between him being a good person and a reckless person is as fragile as a sheet of fresh ice. One wrong step from you and he might actually confess how he really feels.
âOkay good, letâs keep it at that.â You push at his chest. Jungkook swears he actually whimpers as you do it. âGo home and let us forget about all of this, please.â
Should he do it? Should he be reckless?
You step back, now standing in your apartment.
Do it! Open, mouth!
âText me once youâre home, okay?â
âOkay.â
No! This isnât the right thing to say! Be reckless!
âThank you for tonight, sleep tight.â
âSweet dreams.â
Tell her! Fucking tell her!
The door closes.
Jungkook falls out of his fearful trance, gasping for air. His heart tells him to knock for another chance, his mind tells him not to. He turns and leaves, hitting his own head as punishment for being the most stupid person that ever existed. Tonight could have gone so well. He could have had more time with you, he got the confirmation that you never tried the dating app thing, he had everything and he has to ruin it by being a creep. Why did he look under your bed? Thatâs where most people store their sexy stuff. Why did he have to make you uncomfortable? What if you never want to see him again? What if he ruined your friendship without ever doing the one thing he always wished to ruin it with? In his dreams he always ruined it by confessing his feelings, but his reality was because he was a creep.
Jungkook cries in his car on his way home. He forgets about texting you and spends a sleepless night regretting his choices.

Maybe he did fall asleep, otherwise it would be impossible for his phone to rip him awake the next day. He barely opens his puffy eyes at first, but opens them widely when he sees that it is you calling him.
âHello?â he picks up hastily.
âOh thank god. You didnât text me last night and I was worried.â
The text! Jungkook slaps his own forehead, sitting up straight.
âIâm so sorry, IâŠâ
âItâs okay, I already had a gist that you forgotâ, you assure him, âdo you have time?âÂ
âOf course, whatâs up?â
âYou know, uhm.â You laugh in embarrassment. âLast night was a mess, wasnât it?â
âNo uhm, itâs fine.â
âYou wouldnât be down for a grocery trip with barbeque and beer afterwards, would you? My treat, as an apology for traumatising you.â
âOf course, I would. Today?â
âYes, in like two hours? Iâll get off work soon and could go straight to the store.â
You and Jungkook often go grocery shopping together. You already have a favourite store to go to. Jungkook loves these moments. He loves to carry the heavy bags for you and get the stuff you canât reach. He loves to push the cart while you tell him about your day and then load the groceries into the bags with you. In another lifetime, you and he push the cart together and he steals kisses between aisles. In another lifetime, he holds your hand and the bags in the other. And in another lifetime, you and he go to your apartment to cook dinner for date night on the couch. Jungkook really wishes to live a different life sometimes.
âTwo hours sounds greatâ, he agrees in a cool voice even if he wants to squeal. He gets to go grocery shopping with you! How amazing!
âNice, then weâll see each other there.â
âYes, weâll see each other. Iâm really excited for it.â
âMe too. See you later, yeah? My boss is coming back.â
âSee you later. Good luck at work.âÂ
âThanks, Kook. Bye bye.â
Goodbye, my everything, my dream girl, my love. He thinks.
âBye.â He says.
The phone call ends. Jungkook drops back into the pillow and lets out a yelp of celebration, following it up with excessive kicking and punching of the air as well as squeaky giggles.Â
He didnât ruin everything and he will see you in two hours. Today is the best day of his life! But wait! Jungkook gasps and jumps out of bed.
âI need to get ready! Shower and wash my hair and pick an outfit! And do my skincare and brush my teeth! There is so much to do, oh godâ he talks to himself, running through his apartment.

You are pacing in front of the store. Jungkook isnât late, you are just early. Early enough to become painfully aware of your nervousness. You wonder how it will be between the two of you after last night. You could barely fall asleep because you were so embarrassed. Work didnât distract you either, your thoughts kept repeating what had happened last night. You hope that he doesnât look at you differently after what he had to see. It would literally ruin you.
Jungkook is your best friend. But if someone asked you honestly, you would say that he is the boy of your dreams. He is everything you ever dreamed of and everything you will never be able to have. He is too perfect for you. If there were no consequences for your actions, you would tell him how you really feel. You would tell him that you think that he is the most attractive man and person you have ever seen, that he is the kindest soul with the sweetest heart. That he is talented and amazing and the funniest person ever. And that you feel safe with him.Â
You would tell him that every time he comes to your place or you to hisâ and you spend time together, you wish that it was a date instead. You want to tell him that every time your bodies touch, your heart jumps out of your chest. You want to tell him that you keep repeating all the moments with him over and over again and that sometimes at work, you text him because you canât stop thinking about him. You also want to tell him that you thought about killing the bug yourself before deciding to call Jungkook just to have him close.
And the worst of it all? You want to tell Jungkook that the only reason why you downloaded the dating app was to get over your feelings for him because you knew that someone as perfect as Jungkook would never want to have you. But actions have consequences and so you call him your best friend whilst secretly wishing for him to just be reckless and kiss you.
Jungkook appears on the horizon, swerving through the crowd in a stoic expression. Your heart speeds up instantly. He is wearing black pants with a stripped shirt and a black jacket today. His hair falls on soft waves, his skin glows in the sun. He is so dreamy and handsome.Â
His eyes find you in front of the store, his face lights up and he lifts his arm to wave at you. You wave back, bouncing on your tiptoes. He saw you! He is waving at you!Â
He hurries through the crowd faster than before, reaching you within moments.
âHey thereâ, he says.
âHeyâ, you tell him and give him a hug.Â
Jungkook short circuits. He gets no time to react before you already step back again. You just hugged him. Holy moly, wow.Â
âSorry, was that not okay?â you ask, studying his frozen features.
âWhat?â He flinches back to life. âNo, it was amazing, I mean, it was okay. I uhm, I have this for you.â
He lifts a bouquet of sunflowers.
âSunflowers? For me?â
âYeah, I saw them and thought of you.â
âYou did?â
You accept them with shortened breath and a quickened heart. You are currently screeching inside. You feel on cloud nine.
âA-as a best friend of course, because weâre best friends.â
âOh. Yes.â You clear your throat. âWe are. Thank you for the friendship flowers. Iâll put them in water once Iâm home. Hopefully theyâll survive till then.âÂ
âIâm sure they will. Thatâs why I put the paper towel there.â
âI know, I saw. Thatâs so clever.â
âYeah, thanks.â He does a little twirl so he stands next to you, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants in a cute way. âSo what do we need? Any particular groceries in mind?âÂ
You and he start walking to the store. He opens the door for you, holding it until you are inside. He follows and goes straight for the carts. You are next to him.
âYes, Iâm out of multigrain rice so Iâm buying all of them to make my mixture again and I wanna stock up on udon because they have a sale going on.â
âNeat, a sale. Iâll get some tooâ, Jungkook says, leaning his elbows on the cart as he pushes it. âI wanna see if they have the lychees again. They were so yummy last time.â
âThey were. Especially with that sauce you made.â
âI can make them for you again.â
âReally?âÂ
He nods his head, âsure, you could come over Saturday and weâll watch a movie. I heard that thereâs a few new movies to stream.â
âI should be free on Saturday.â
âNice, then youâll come over.â
You and he exchange a look, breaking it quickly to look at opposite sides. Unbeknownst to either, you are both panicking. Jungkook is so excited to have you come over but is also terribly nervous about the aspect of it. You canât wait to visit Jungkook but are also scared of the yearning.Â
A moment of silence where you each fill the cart with stuff you want. You and Jungkook always fill up the cart together and then separate the groceries afterwards. In another lifetime, you donât need to separate the groceries. In another lifetime, you share the same bag and fill the same fridge to cook from the same pots and eat on your shared couch whilst a show was running.Â
âHow was your day?â Jungkook asks because other lifetimes donât exist and in his real life, the only shared thing he gets with you is time.
âIt was okay. Yours?â
âI woke up like two hours ago.â
You chuckle, âof course you sleep while I have to work my ass off.â
âHey, Iâm on a well-deserved break, I earned the night owl lifestyleâ, he throws back, making you laugh with it.
âIâm not saying anything against it. I need a break soon.â
âIs work stressful?â
âYeah, quite. Thereâs been lots of new projects coming in.â
âNo, Iâm sorry. If there is something I can do, let me know.â
You look at him.Â
âI will, thank you.â
In another lifetime, you would hug his arm and rest your head against it and you would tell him that you donât mind a stressful workday when it meant spending time with him afterwards.Â
Jungkook meets your eyes. His heart flutters nervously, speeding up more when you look away. If he was your boyfriend, he would hold your hand and tell you that you looked beautiful after a long work day.Â
âI like the way you did your hair todayâ, he says instinctively. He has no idea why he said that because he never says stuff like that to you. He panics because of it. His tongue worked quicker than his brain.Â
You reach up to feel your hair, âyou do?â
âYes, it fits you really well.âÂ
âThank youâ, you murmur and cross a corner without warning, leaving him alone for a few seconds.
Jungkook follows after you hastily, confused as to why you so abruptly fled. Oh no. He went too far with the compliment. He definitely creeped you out again.Â
You are squatting down in front of the grain section, reading the labels carefully. Jungkook parks the cart next to you, standing still. He tries not to, but still looks at you. You shift your eyes to him, widen them and look away again. Jungkook swears he might cry. He made you uncomfortable.Â
âIâm sorry for saying that. I, I meant it as a friend.â
âHm? Ah, itâs okay. Thank you for saying it, I liked itâ, you say and stand up, filling the cart with the grain. Jungkookâs heart flutters happily. He didnât mess up. Yay!
âGot everything you wanted?â he asks.
âYep, except black rice. Do you see it somewhere?â
âUp thereâ, Jungkook says, pointing at it. The lower racks are empty, only the racks which are clearly for staff to reach so they could refill the store are stacked with the rice.Â
âNice.â You try to reach it, but fail. âKook, can you get it?â
âSure, let meâ, he says, stepping right behind you to get the rice from the staff rack. His chest brushes against your back. You gasp. He feels dizzy, but acts nonchalant.
âThere we go yourâŠ.riceâ, Jungkook says, eyes flitting down to you looking up at him. He didnât even realise that you turned.Â
There is almost no distance and so Jungkook tries to step back to be respectful because friends donât stand this close. You grab him by his jacket, making him gulp and panic greatly. His left hand grabs the edge of the shelf, his chest lifts in a deep gasp. You are taller today because of the shoes you are wearing. The shortened distance between your lips is making him dizzy.
âAbout last nightâ, you begin, but he interrupts you before you apologise for something you have no reason to.
âItâs alright. I shouldnât have snooped, Iâm sorry.â
âYou didnât snoop, I justâŠI clean up, I was just busy and forgot and Iâ, you exhales deeply, âIâm not making it any better talking by about it, am I?â
He laughs softly and reaches down to cup your hand, caressing your knuckles softly. The lines blur more and more. You both feel weightless. You can smell his cologne like this, he can smell your perfume. Itâs like you are high on each other.
âIf it makes you feel any better, I have some toys tooâ, he says, making your eyes widen. You look to the side and let out a giggle. Jungkook knows that it is of shy nature and so he giggles with you. âDid that help or did I just embarrass myself for nothing?â
âNo, it helped.â You meet his eyes, fingers squeezing his jacket.Â
Jungkook holds his breath, fingers tightening on the shelf. He is being so greedy. Itâs so unfair to you.Â
âI, uhm.â He clears his throat and slips his hand from the shelf to present the rice to you. âYour rice.â
âOh? Thanks, uhm, put it in the cart.âÂ
He steps back. Your hands slip from his jacket, his fingers stop holding you. They tingle in the memory of how it was to cradle you this way. His thoughts are racing, trying to calculate the weight of his confession. If he confessed, what would he lose? Your friendship, your time, the movie hangouts, the cooking together, the shared workouts, your texts and calls and video chats. All your laughter and smiles and giggles. Jungkook gulps. The loss is too great. He canât confess. Nope, never.Â
He grips the cart and pushes it, hoping that walking it off will help with the heart palpitations. You walk next to him, resting your hand on the metal cage part of the cart.
âDid you sleep well last night?â he asks you.
âCan I be honest? Not really. I was so embarrassed.â
âIâm sorry.â
âItâs not your fault. Iâm just awkward.â
He chuckles, you chuckle with him. You give him a glance.
âI think I donât have to ask you if you slept well at night because you never sleep at night.â
He laughs, you do as well.
âThatâs not true. I can sleep at night too, I simply choose not to. Oh wait. I need buckwheat noodles.â
You and he stop in front of the section. You stay by the cart while Jungkook browses the options.Â
âShould I make you makguksu?â he offers mindlessly.
âToday?â
âYeah.â
âSo you donât wanna go for barbecue and beer?â You chuckle and nudge his arm, sending tingles all over his skin. âDid you already forget again, you doofus?â
âI might have.â He gives you a sorry, cute smile.
Jungkook makes you laugh with it.
âKook, you little scatterbrain youâ, you chuckle, leaning into him.Â
Jungkook leans closer, placing his arm around your waist without touching you. In another lifetime, he would close the last distance. But not in reality. He looks at your lips, asking himself why you seek him out today and why he takes the chances so greedily. He shouldnât do that. You are just friends, nothing more.
âUh, sorryâ, you say and step away again.Â
Jungkook gulps, gasps for air. He doesnât understand what today means, but whatever you are doing is actually messing with him. He hasnât been able to breathe properly ever since that hug you gave him. You seem so clingy, but he doesnât understand why.Â
You grab the cart and push it.
âI think I have everything I need. You?â
âYeah, yeah sureâ, Jungkook stutters, stumbling after you like a lovesick puppy. He doesnât know where to put his hands and so he ends up stuffing them into his pants pockets while his eyes are glued to the back of your head. He is seriously under your spell. Every part of him.
You load the groceries on the conveyor belt together and then load them into separate bags. You pay for all of them and wish the cashier a good day. Jungkook carries the bags like always, while you are allowed to walk freely with the bouquet of flowers cradled in your arms.
âIâll pay you back at homeâ, he says, swerving outside as you hold the door open for him.
âTodayâs on me. As a thank you for yesterday and an apology.â
âWhat? But I bought so muchâ, Jungkook gasps, pouting sadly.
âItâs fine. I have money.â
âBut-â
âNo buts. Iâm paying.â
Jungkook pouts, huffing out air in defeat.
âFine, but Iâll pay for your stuff too one day.â
You chuckle, âdeal.âÂ
You and he walk together.
âYou should really start accepting when I offer. Itâs not a competition.â
âI just feel uncomfortable making you pay.â
âWhy?â
Because youâre his dream girl and you should never have to pay for him. He should be your wallet whenever you are out together, he should fulfil your every wish.Â
âI donât know, just so. You work so hard for your money.â
âYou work just as hardâ, you say and chuckle. âKook, youâre so competitive.â
Jungkook smiles, shaking his head in defeat.Â
âI guess am.â
You grin, hugging the flowers tighter. With a little skip in your steps, you close the distance. Just enough that one small movement would be enough for your arms to brush.Â
Jungkook glances at you. You are gazing at the flowers, smiling so brightly that your nose scrunches up. He could swear that your eyes are sparkling.Â
The lines blur again. He wonders if it would be okay for him to be a bad person, if he was allowed to slip his hand into yours even if you never gave him consent for it. There is not much he can still take.
You lower your nose into the flowers and smell them, closing your eyes in a happy squint. The metaphorical glass of how much Jungkook can take floats over.
He says your name and knows that the next words are coming out of him before he can think them through.
âYeah?â You look at him.
He is nervous and scared, but still talks, âcan we talk about something?â
âSure. Whatâs up?â
Panic. His situation finally sunk into his consciousness.Â
âI uhmâŠuhâŠI have a crush on someone.â
Microexpressions wash over your face. Shock, surprise, disbelief, jealousy, hurt, friendliness. A smile curls your lips. It doesnât reach your eyes.
âYeah? Itâs about time you doâ, the words and your voice carry a hint of teasing, but most of all forced friendliness.
You lower the flowers, carrying them in one hand by your side. They look sad like this. Jungkook doesnât notice because he is staring at the road in front of him because otherwise he would pass out in nervousness. He is almost twenty seven, but feels sixteen again.
âSheâs like really, really great and awesome and amazing and wonderful and so kind and perfectâ, Jungkook continues, heart racing to the point he feels dizzy. He saw this kind of confession in movies. He always thought that it was so cute when the guy did it. It isnât obvious enough to ruin everything just in case you didnât feel the same, but it is still cute enough that you canât help but be giddy.
âMh-hmâ, you hum, nodding your head.Â
âAnd I keep thinking about her. She is so pretty when she laughs and I love being in her presence. She likes my jokes and she always makes me laugh in return. YeahâŠâ
âThatâs great.â
âYeah, she is so great. I really wanna ask if she feels the same.â Jungkook falters in nervousness. He is going to ask the question. He is so scared. âIf you were me, what would you do?â
You take a deep breath and release it loudly, âI donât know. I havenât had a crush in so long.â
Jungkook falters, heart tightening. Oh no. Oh no, oh no. Oh. This is bad. This is really bad.Â
âAh, I see.â He gulps.
âBut let me know if you figure it out. Then we can go on a double date.âÂ
Wait. Wait. This is bad. Double date? This is so bad.
âWhat do you mean?â he asks weakly.
âYou know, you and your girl and me and my boy.â
âYou have a boy?â
âYeah, soon. Iâm talking to this boy on the dating app. He is very cute.â
âButâŠdidnât you say that you gave up on the app?â
âNo uhâŠno, itâs just that I only talk to this one boy now.â
Jungkook bites back tears.
âI see.âÂ
âMhm, yeah. Letâs go on a double date.â
No. No this is all wrong. No this isnât what was meant to happen. No.Â
âPlease.â
Jungkook doesnât even realize that he begged out loud until you look at him in question.
âPlease what?â
You and he stop. Strangers stream past you like you and he were two rocks in a river. You are facing each other, so close yet so far away.Â
You lied to him. There is no other boy. There never was and never will be. But there will always be other girls for him while you stay his best friend. Lying is all that you have at this point.Â
âPlease what?â you repeat the question.
âIâŠâ Jungkook breathes. âIâŠnevermind.â
Silence. Your eyes are locked so deeply that the world around you is blurry.
âOkay?â
âMhm yeah.â
His jaw tightens and he breaks the eye contact, looking to the side with his tongue in his cheek. He seemed angry. You would be lying if you said that you werenât feeling angry yourself. You turn away from him and continue walking. You donât want to be next to him right now. It hurts to only stay his best friend.
He looks at the back of your head and how it becomes smaller and smaller from distance. He doesnât understand you. He thought that the way you looked at him in the store meant something. And yet all this time you had another boy. He feels so betrayed that for just a second, he considers walking the other direction and leaving you to wonder where he went. However, two things hold him back; his competitiveness and his honest feelings for you.
He wonât stay your best friend any longer. He just decided that. He is going to fight for you, make you fall for him and forget all about the stupid boys you meet on this stupid dating app. He is better than any of them. He could treat you better, make you laugh harder, give you better hugs and kisses and provide you with afterglow so addicting you will get hot cheeks at work just thinking about it. He is your best friend, goddamn it, and he knows you better than any of these strangers ever will. And he is not going to lose you to some boy.
He jogs to catch up with you, calling your name with a certain harshness.
You turn. Your eyes meet. Jungkookâs brain short circuits.
âWhat?â you ask him, sounding small because of being called so harshly.
âI, I was just wondering, uhm, should we get ice cream after?â he asks because he panicked.
You shrug your shoulders, âI guess.â
âItâs on me, yeah?â
âYeah, okay.â
Jungkook inches closer, saying your name softly.
âWhat do you want?â
âI messed up before.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI, I just. I thought that I was doing a good job, but I think I made you think something else.â
âJungkook. I had a long day, please donât talk in riddles.â
âDonât date other boys.â
âExcuse me?â
Jungkook gulps, panicking because of your offended and harsh tone.
âI, I, I justâ, he stutters, widening his eyes.
âNo. What do you mean? I can date who I want.â
âI know, I didnât mean it like that. I meant that, oh god, I meant that I donât want you to see other boys.â
âHuh?â
âAh no, wait.â He slaps his own forehead. âWait.â
You cross your arms in front of your chest, âwhat makes you think that you can tell me what I can or canât do?â
âNo I didnât mean it like that. Wait just give me a moment, please Iâm panicking.â
You purse your lips, studying his face intensely.
âAre you also so nervous?â he asks.
âWhatâs with you all of a sudden?â you ask him, honestly worried. His face is as red as ripe strawberries.
Jungkook closes the distance and takes your hands, eliciting a gasp from you. He squeezes them gently, staring into your eyes as deeply as possible.
âThis wasnât how I always imagined this to go, but I canât stay quiet anymore. ___, the girl I have a crush on is-â
âSeriously?â
You and Jungkook turn around at the angry voice next to you. Â
âSuho? What are you doing here?â you ask.
âWhoâs that?â Jungkook says.
âKim Suho. I met him on the dating app. We went on like one date a month agoâ, you explain and slip your hands out of Jungkookâs hold to turn to the other guy, âwhat are you doing here?â
Jungkook stares at him darkly, clenching his jaw. You told him about this dude in passing. He hates him so much, hating him even more now that he interrupted this moment.
âThatâs what youâre going with? Seriously?â Suho throws back.
âYeah, you-â
âWhat the fuck are you doing with him? I told you to stop being friends with him, didnât I?â
Jungkook looks at you with big eyes. You never told him that. You always said that you lost interest in Suho because of different hobbies, but never mentioned that he could have been the actual reason.
âAnd I told you that you canât tell me what to do. Jungkook is my best friend and I wonât give him up for a man.â
âYes but I wasnât any man, I was your man.â
âHuh? No you werenât. We went on one date and you totally lost it when I told you that I had a male best friend.â
âBecause he isnât just your friend. Youâre in love with him.â
Jungkook swears that he passes out standing up for a second. Feelings? You have feelings for him? Did you tell Suho that or is he assuming because he is one of those weird men that think women arenât allowed to have male friends? What does all of this mean?
âWhat?â You laugh nervously. âNo? Of course not.â
âOh donât be ridiculous. I followed you from work and through the store. I saw everything.â
âHuh? What?â you gasp, hurrying to Jungkook instinctively because you know that he will keep you safe.
âDude, what the fuck? You creep, stay away from herâ, Jungkook says harshly and steps in front of you, feeling the fire of protectiveness start to burn in his chest.
âI saw what I saw. You have feelings for each otherâ, Suho says, pointing an accusing finger at you and Jungkook.
Jungkook and you exchange a look.Â
âNo IâŠâ
Suho scoffs and looks at Jungkook.
âAnd you? Gonna fucking pretend that youâre just friends or should I start punching you?â
âDude, Iâve never even met youâ, Jungkook defends himself, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
âIâll still fucking punch you.â
âDonât you dareâ, you hiss at him.
âShut up, ___.â
âHey, donât talk to her like thatâ, Jungkook speaks up loudly, making himself bigger. He doesnât care when people are aggressive to him, but he cannot accept aggression towards you.
âOr what?â
âYou wanna find out? Donât talk to her like that.â
Suho rushes to Jungkook and pushes at his chest. He thought that he could move him, but he canât. Jungkook just gawks at him in utter surprise.
âWhat are you doing?â he asks confused.
âWhy arenât you budging? Fall over you idiotâ, Suho growls and tries again with all his might.Â
Jungkook takes a small step back but then stays unmoving.Â
âDude, seriously. What are you doing?â
Suho growls and punches Jungkook. Except that he is so bad at it that Jungkook can easily dodge him. He reacts calmly to the aggression, redirecting Suho by turning him and giving him a gentle push away from him.
Suho stumbles and whips around.
âYou-â
Jungkook steps closer, âgive it up, man.â
Suho shifts his attention to you, pointing his finger at you. He tries to get to you by swerving past Jungkook, but the latter steps in front of you again, stopping Suho with a firm hand on his chest. He didnât show it, but the contact was definitely made with strength because Suho stumbles back from it.
âI said. Give it up. Iâm not gonna repeat myself againâ, he warns. For just a second his voice was deeper than usual and his eyes darker. You canât stop staring in awe, feeling so attracted to him that it is difficult not to grab him right here and now.
Suho ignores him, talking over Jungkookâs shoulder.
âItâs over. Iâm breaking up with you.â
âHuh? We werenât even together in the first place?â you say very confused.
âYes, wellâŠ. Now itâs really over. And just so you know, Iâll block you on everything.â
âI mean, okay.â
Suho turns and runs down the street clumsily.
A moment of silence. Jungkook turns to you. He is ready to take you into his arms if you need support.
âEverything okay?â he asks hesitantly.
âHonestly? I couldnât care less about this tantrum. What the fuck was that? We went on one date and it sucked ass. I mean, who in their right mind expects someone to give up their best friend? I donât even know this dude.â
âWould you have done it if you liked him?â
âWhat? No, of course not. I like you, not him.â
âWhat?!â
You look at Jungkook with big eyes.
âI, I meanâŠâ you look at his lips and Jungkook finally notices.
Holy fuck. Suho was right.
He drops the grocery bags and closes the distance, cupping your face. To his delighted surprise, you practically melt into his hands, gazing at him with dreamy eyes and your fingers closing around his wrists greedily.
âWas he right?â Jungkook asks, looking between your right and left eye. âDo you have feelings for me?â
âIâm scaredâ, you whisper.
âScared of what?â
âYou are so perfect and Iâm not. I donât want to know how you feel about me, so justâŠletâs just forget about what happened please.â
âYouâre not perfect? What the fuck? Youâre literally perfect. If someoneâs unworthy, itâs me.â
âWhat?â
Jungkook gulps.Â
You touch his chest.
âKook, what?â
âYouâre my fucking dream girl, ___â he finally confesses and now canât be stopped, âI get excited when you text me and get sad when I donât hear from you. Each time we hang out, I kinda wish that we somehow magically end up together. I repeat every little touch and shared laughter and look. Sometimes I canât fall asleep because of you, but wish to do so because in my sleep I can meet you in my silly, wishful dreams. Do you have any idea how in love I am with you?â
âAre you serious?âÂ
Jungkook nods his head, forcing your tears to finally flow. He gasps and begins wiping them away instantly.
âIâm sorry. Fuck, Iâm sorry. Please donât cry, I promise I wonât try anything. You, you wonât lose your best friend.â
âIâm just happy. So happy.â
âYou are?â
âI feel the same for you. I have done so for a long time.â
âReally?â
âYes, really.â You sniffle. âYouâre my dream boy too, Jungkook.â
âOh my god. Oh my god! Yippie!â he exclaims and overtaken by happiness, he swoops you off your feet to twirl with you, making you squeal happily as you hold onto him for dear life. Strangers definitely look at you weird, but you couldnât care less. They are non-existent for you and him. He likes you and you like him back. This day is the best day you and he ever had.
He sets you down after the twirling, cradling your face so he could hold it still for way too many kisses. He gives you kisses everywhere except your lips, making you giggle and laugh and tingle the entire time.
âIâm so happy, youâre so pretty and perfect and amazing and pretty and amazing and Iâm gonna kiss you there and there and there and oh my god youâre so perfect, Iâm gonna kiss you there and there, wow oh wowâŠâ he babbles between kisses, truly sending your heart into overdrive.
He probably would have continued his babbling for hours if you hadnât stopped him by lacing your fingers in his hair and pulling his mouth into a kiss.
âAndmhgmhâ, he lets out, gawking at you first before the realisation of his situation sinks in. His knees buckle, his left hand grabs your hips and his right hand cradles your head, eyes falling closed. He is kissing you. He feels weightless, floating in time and space. His heart races so much that he feels it throb against his ribcage, the butterflies in his stomach are unbearably exciting. He dreamt of this moment a million times before, fantasised about it twice as much and yet he still wasnât ready for it. Your kiss is like heaven on earth. He swears that he gains new life through it. He wants to kiss you until his lungs run out of air, but you break it.
âWas that okay for me to do?â you ask him shyly.
Now itâs his turn to spill tears and for you to wipe them.
âIâm sorry, I should have ask-â, you donât get to finish your sentence, getting kissed again by Jungkook.
âIâm so fucking happy, you have no ideaâ, he murmurs, showing you his feelings one deep kiss at a time. âYou taste so good.â Kiss, oh so deep. âYour lips are so soft.â Kiss, the kind which makes your knees wobble. âYouâre perfect, youâre so perfect.â
You giggle, gazing up at him droopily. Jungkook giggles as well, peeling his eyes open to gaze dreamily. You and he cup each otherâs faces, resting your foreheads together.
âIâm happy.â
âIâm happy too.â
âWow, Iâm so happy.â
âMe too. So happy.â
You giggle together, swaying from side to side. Nothing, truly nothing, has never felt as right as this.
âWere you trying to confess to me before Suho interrupted us?â
âYeah.â
You giggle as you talk, âyou were really shit at it. I thought you were talking about someone else.â
âI know, I panicked so bad. I was so nervousâ, he is giggling too, âare you actually talking to another boy?â
âOf course not, you doofus. I lied.â
âOh my god, Iâm so relievedâ, he gets out and sweeps you off your feet again, carrying you under your butt. He twirls with you, smiling up at you as you squeak and laugh with your head thrown back.
âJungkook stop please, Iâm getting dizzy.â
He sets you down, but keeps touching you, seeking your closeness by rubbing his nose against your cheek. He is so close that the sunflowers are getting squished between you and him. It is a price you sadly have to pay in exchange for finally being able to be glued together.
âIâm so happy, I love you so much.â
âI love you too, Kook. So like barbeque and beer? Is it a date?â you ask.
âItâs the datiest date that has ever datedâ, he says, making you giggle because he is so cute and funny and you like him so, so much. He giggles with you because you are so perfect and perfect and perfect and he likes you so, so much.
âI feel like we have a lot to talk about.â
âYeah, oh god.â He kisses your cheek multiple times. âYou have to tell me all the thoughts you had when we hung out. Were you also so giddy, oh god, I was always so giddy and I kept looking at you because you are so pretty. Were you looking at me too? And, and did you also wish for me to be reckless? I always wanted you to just kiss me. Iâm talking so much, wow, Iâm so happy.â
You giggle, cuddling into him, âyouâre the cutest person ever. I canât wait to tell you everything.â
You nudge him to leave, but stop when Jungkook exclaims a loud âwait!â
âWhatâs wrong?â
âThe groceries. I almost left them hereâ, he says, bending down to get them.
âOh god, youâre so cuteâ, you snicker, hugging his arm and nuzzling into him like you always wanted to do.
THE SPACE BETWEEN COMFORT AND CHAOS.



⧠PAIRING: wolf!toji fushiguro x f!reader | 4.3k words
⧠SUMMARY: wolfhybrid!toji, hybrid au, flashback centric, grumpy x sunshine, animalistic behavior, mentions of injuries, violence, societal inequality, arguments, hateful speech towards hybrids, dysfunctional families, and a shit ton of angst and anger, lil fluff at the end !!
⧠RHEYA'S NOTE: hiii it's my birthday this weekend so i'm dropping chapter 4 as a quick thank you for all the support !! i love you all so much <33 this one is very toji centric and gives a lot of his past and lore to explain why he is the way he is and what led him to find reader !! there is a lot of inequality in this chapter so keep that in mind as you proceed. as always i would recommend checking out the previous parts before reading this :33
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the smell of blood makes toji's eyes crack open. it fills his nostrils, heavy and metallic, and it makes his hair stand on end. despite being so used to that scent, it still makes him uneasy, because sometimes he cannot tell whose blood it is.
once his eyes adjust to the dim lighting, he can't fall back asleep, though he knows he still needs rest. a series of cracks echo from his joints as he sits up, pulses of fatigue swimming through his muscles. pushing up from the ground, he casually approaches the metal bars of his cell.
his cage.
his nose twitches, the smell of blood stronger now that he's closer. a loud yawn rips from his throat, eyes catching some guards dragging another hybrid who had fought that day. he watches them throw the unconscious animal into his cell, not sparing another glance as they turn away. the sounds of their boots gets on toji's nerves, but he does not even have enough time to pity the poor creature.
another set of guards approach his cell. he's sure that they might once again tell him off for being too aggressive, or for not following orders, or for another whipping, but he's saved this time because they're just escorting a hybrid.
a familiar hybrid.
"what's wrong?" toji drawls, lips tugging into a casual smirk. "did y'lose?"
the tiger hybrid hisses angrily in return, as though personally offended, and bares his teeth. his striped ears starkly contrast his pinkish hair.
"like hell," sukuna answers proudly.
toji is about to comment on the various bloodied scratches littering sukuna's body, but one of the guards roughly shoves the tiger into his cell.
"get in!"
sukuna turns to pin him with a murderous glare, tone even and chilling. "touch me again and i'll kill you."
the guard scoffs, unbothered, before shutting the barred door behind him. sukuna's anger rises, but he does not say anything else, choosing to stare daggers at them until they've disappeared around the corner. toji understands the feeling. it would be a piece of cake to rip their throats out, especially for predators as vicious as wolves and tigers.
but they can't. one scratch on a human and they'd be put down.
a beat of silence passes. toji is sure the hybrid sitting across the hall is also thinking about the same thing, so used to biting his tongue just to stay alive.
(he remembers the first day sukuna got thrown in, hisses and snapping teeth as he cursed the guards with all sorts of creativity. toji had been underground long enough to see the same spectacle over and over again, and so he hadn't really given a damn at that time. the two passed weeks in silence, purely focused on their own individual fights and then immediately falling asleep once back in their respective cells.
toji was no expert at reading people, but he could tell that the tiger was as stubborn as he wasâthey refused to acknowledge one another.
and when they were finally pitted against each other, it was a messy fight. toji still remembers the way the crowd had roared at their aggressive attacks, every draw of blood eliciting some sick twisted pleasure within them.
toji had been used to putting in the bare minimum during his fights, finding it relatively easy to win against other predators. but that fight against sukuna was the first time he struggled a little bit.
the tiger will never admit it, but the feeling was definitely mutual.
so after the brawl, when they were both quietly sitting in their cages and hissing at their wounds stubbornly, there was a brief moment of acknowledgement.
"where the hell did you learn how to fight like that?" the tiger had eyed toji warily, thick brows furrowed in a way that made him look extra grumpy.
after that, it seemed that there was a mutual sense of respect between the two of them. they are not friends per se, definitely not. both toji and sukuna know that if it came down to it, they would kill the other in the arena if it meant staying alive.
but there was an understanding that they were both on the same level. and it seemed that those who ran the fights understood that too.
after all, fights between the two of them were always a very popular spectacle.)
even now, sukuna doesn't look at toji, too busy muttering a string of insults aimed at the guard from earlier. toji ignores them, used to it. they remain in that same silence, not uncomfortable, but not really comfortable either.
toji takes a seat, crossing his legs and leaning against the cold bars. he can still hear the sounds of the guards footsteps echoing through the halls, and that just makes him crave freedomâanother familiar feeling.
he should be used to it by now. craving what he cannot have.
sukuna seems to know what he's thinking, because he scoffs with a dramatic roll of his eyes. "don't start."
"you don't ever think about running?" toji ponders, dragging his claws across the stone floor. the tiger's ears twitch, sensitive to the sound, and he throws toji a scathing scowl.
"run? where the hell would we go?" the tiger grumbles, crossing his bulky arms. "you know they'll just find us again. it's pointless."
"but it's happened before," toji insists, scratching behind his ear absentmindedly. there have always been whispers floating through the compound, of hybrids with guts of steel that took it upon themselves to make a run for it. though several were caught and devastatingly punished, there were those who they never saw again. the idea that they must be somewhere where light shines and wind blows is strangely comforting.
"yeah rarely," the tiger snorts in return. a quiet hiss of displeasure escapes his lips as he notices the claw marks running up his arm, and he carefully begins licking at his wounds. "most of the time those fools get caught. and then they get punished."
toji shrugs noncommittally, leaning his head against the bars. "worth the risk."
sukuna curiously peers at him from over his injured arm, heavy brows furrowed. "you really think it's that much better up there?"
"anywhere's better than in here." toji says it resolutely, and sukuna, normally so snippy, says nothing to rebuke him.
before the conversation can continue, toji's nostrils fill with a familiar scentâcigarettes, ironed clothes, faint whiskey. he suppresses a roll of his eyes.
"look who it is." he sarcastically cranes his neck, watching as shiu kong approaches his cell with a nonchalant smile.
"you sure do look relaxed for someone who just had me do a shit ton of paperwork." shiu leans against the wall, eyeing toji through the cell. toji does not like that he has to look up to meet his gaze, so he gets to his feet and casually crosses his arms.
"what the fuck did i do?"
"lots of people enjoyed your fight yesterday. with the polar bear?" shiu pulls out a cigarette, and toji's nose crinkles. "you've got an increase in bets, y'know?"
"who cares?" toji mutters, pushing away from the bars to pace around his cell.
it's not like any of the hybrids get that money.
"i do," shiu chuckles, cigarette balanced between his lips. "you're helping me get paid."
"lucky you," toji sarcastically shoots back. shiu snorts in amusement, crossing his arms.
"anyways, i'm thinking this is a good time to host a big fight for you. the timing is good." toji's "manager" (if that's what you can call him) eyes the wolf as he exhales a puff of smoke. toji's eyes narrow in return, a feeling of anticipation and mild irritation crawling up his skin.
"so you twoâ" shiu nods his head towards the wolf and the grumpy tiger sitting across the hall. "âprepare for a show, alright?"
sukuna curses colorfully, and toji rolls his eyes. "relax. i'm not giddy to fight you either, asshole."
"yeah because you'll lose," the tiger hisses, baring his teeth.
"oh yeah? that's not what happened last time." toji grins wolfishly, watching sukuna's anger rise.
"because you fucking cheated!"
"aw, little cat can't handle a few bites?" toji's amusement becomes more palpable, enjoying the argumentâa very common occurrence for the two of them. "that's why dogs are better."
"i'll kill you," sukuna utters ominously, his striped tail puffed and curling in an aggressively defensive display.
"try it," toji smirks back.
"alright easy boys," shiu chuckles, shaking his head in mild exasperation. "save that energy for the actual fight. people eat that shit up."
"and somehow we're the animals," sukuna grumbles, deciding he's done with the conversation as he heads over to the corner of his cell and curls up on the ground.
"well yeah," shiu shrugs, unfazed. "you should be used to that by now."
they are.
"anyway i figured i'd let you know." the older man turns to face toji. "i know most of the fights are pretty easy for you. but since you both are top tier fighters, prepare how you need to."
"it's not like we've never fought before," toji replies dryly, ears twitching. "i know how it goes down."
"well okay." shiu adjusts his suit jacket, shoving his hands into his pockets.
from the corner of his eye, toji can see sukuna listening in, face impassive.
"you two give me a good show, alright?" shiu casually waves over his shoulder, before heading off back in the direction he came.
"whatever," sukuna grunts, turning on his side. toji watches the tiger's tail lazily flickâside to side. "i hate dogs."
toji lets out a dry chuckle. "well i'm not the biggest fan of cats either, asshole."
again, they aren't friends, but the bleakness of their situation makes it easier to tolerate one another.
a week later, they both face off in the area as promised. shiu claps toji on the back before he heads in, a gesture that makes the wolf's skin prickle, but he brushes it off. he could have someone worse be in charge of him, but shiu is a bit easier to get along with than most of the humans down there. though toji isn't naiveâthe only reason shiu is so casually cheery around him is because toji is his biggest moneymaker.
that's what it all came down to.
sukuna and toji have both fought enough times to know how to play to the crowd's wishes. they bark and snarl at each other like they are truly wild, claws and teeth and blood everywhere because they know that's what gets the humans going.
that's what gets them to open their wallets at least.
sukuna takes the victory this time around, which is not inherently unusualâthey both have a fairly even split of victories and losses. they play up their enmity, and everyone goes wild.
even though hybrids are the shackled ones, somehow these humans remind toji of puppetsâso easily manipulated.
the two of them stand and rile up the crowd at the end, acting like they truly are nothing but feral animals who know only to growl and snap at each other. as soon as they hear the sounds of money being exchanged and the roar of conversation they are escorted back to their cells.
toji's ears ring with the sounds of groans and cheers, the same familiar words grating his ears.
"i told you sukuna would win this one!"
"yeah but i said toji would draw first blood, so pay up!"
imbeciles. savages. nothing humane about them.
in their cells, both of them do their best to clean up their wounds. but a fight this aggressive usually results in equally rough damage.
"i think you fractured my rib or something," toji grunts, wincing as he sits down. sukuna throws him an unimpressed look through the bars of his cage.
"not my fault you're weak."
toji's middle finger flies up automatically, and sukuna's lips pull up to one side. "ask them for medical if it's that bad."
"yeah right," toji snorts, licking away the blood that has been dripping from the corner of his mouth. "like they'll listen."
it's more of a curse that hybrids have a better pain tolerance than humans. the medics here never take their injuries seriously for that exact reason.
no instead, they are expected to clean up as they can and prepare for the next fight, letting their body heal as well as possible. humans have always been so hypocritical.
they both relax in a welcome silence. toji suddenly realizes how tired he is, jade eyes straining as he attempts to fix himself up. he knows the rulesâdamaged merchandise is treated as such.
his ears pick up the faint sound of footsteps approaching, and he realizes that it's probably shiu coming over to update them about the earnings of their fights.
but he is entirely surprised.
"wow, you're definitely a sight."
toji's eyes narrow, teeth gritting. his mood plummets, ears straightening and tail going rigid. the sound of that voice makes every bit of hatred in toji's body come bubbling to the surface. he glares over his shoulder, spitting out each word with extreme difficulty. "what the fuck do you want?"
naoya zenin looks down his nose at the wolf, a greasy smile on his face. naobito zenin stands just behind him, arms crossed with a barely visible look of disgust on his face.
toji's cousin conveniently ignores the accusatory question, peering around the cells and hallway with feigned interest. "these conditions are terrible!"
he finally pins toji with his gaze, an evil smile pulling at his lips. "well, that's to be expected for animals."
"what the fuck do you want?!" toji growls, claws digging into the ground. naoya's eyes light up at the anger, knowing full well that those claws can never come anywhere near him.
"temper! temper!" the blonde gasps, tutting at toji like he's nothing more than a child. "haven't you learned how to control yourself by now?"
"let me out of this cell and i'll show you just how much control i have." the wolf's voice is no more than a rumble, dark and ominous because there is nothing in the world that toji hates more than his own family.
naoya shakes his head, feigning a look of disappointment. "so violent. it's a good thing we put you in here. who knows how dangerous you could've been to us."
the words hit their mark, a jab of self-hatred. toji's green eyes flit over to his uncle, sharp and accusatory.
the one who ratted him out to this godforsaken place.
toji knows when normal families have a predator hybrid born into their home, they lie and cheat and hide them away from this lifeâtoo desperate to keep their child away from such danger. after all, it's not the child's fault they were born a predator.
but not toji's family. not the zenins, who took one look at him and waited for the second he turned 18 before hauling him off.
nothing but a bunch of rats.
he knows that he was worth a lot of money. a healthy and fit wolf hybrid, broader and stronger than most of his own species. and of course, his family was quick to sell him off, glad to be rid of this curse on their familyâthe only shame.
toji had grown up knowing he was hated, but he never thought a family could do something so horrible to one of their own. he stopped seeing the best in people after that.
"you brought this on yourself," his uncle states now, emotionless. his opinion on hybrids has not changed one bit, and yet he shamelessly comes to the compound to collect a portion of the winnings that toji earns. "born with tainted blood."
"you're acting like it's my fucking fault, old man," toji spits out, hackles raised. he wants them to leave, because all he feels when looking at them is nausea.
"it's your damn mother's fault. couldn't keep away from my brother. she ruined him," naobito's emotionless voice takes on a tone of hatred, and toji tenses. "filthy dog whore."
toji's reaction is instantaneous. he's at the bars in a second, teeth bared and spewing curses as he makes a mad grab for either of them. he doesn't careâall he wants to do is tear them to shreds. toji can feel his wounds open further, can feel blood dripping over his skin, but all that seems miniscule when they are in front of him.
the cause of every single misfortune he has ever had.
naoya hops out of the way, laughingâit is a mocking, grating laugh that echoes throughout the hall as he watches toji desperately struggle. "see see! this is why you're dangerous!"
naobito shakes his head, as though he's thoroughly disappointed, but he does not say anything else.
"anyways, well done today!" naoya continues, grinning as he crosses his arms. "you earned a lot of money for us."
toji glares at him, dropping his arm and taking a step back. somehow, being further in his cell is much more comforting than being in their line of sight. he keeps his lips tightly shut.
naoya's voice turns taunting as naobito heads off without another word. "such a shame my dear cousin wasn't born normal like the rest of us." he follows his father without a care in the world, knowing how well his words sting. "had to be born an animal freak."
the hallways is empty. toji takes a few steadying breaths, pushing the anger away because he knows that there is truly no point in keeping it. it's not like this anger has done him any good. maybe if he had gotten angry earlier, he would have zenin blood on his handsâthe thought gives him a sick sense of satisfaction.
"your family fucking sucksâŠ" sukuna pipes up from across the hall. toji scoffs out a laugh, but it is far from amused. he turns away.
suddenly the blood on his hands makes him feel disgustingâso much more animalistic than human.
"tell me about it," he mutters, back turned. his ears pick up the sounds of sukuna curling up in his corner, and in a few minutes, quiet rumbling snores follow.
toji sighs, approaching his sink and staring at the cracked mirror he's grown used to seeing himself in. he takes in his reflection, disgust rolling in his stomach.
he thinks he'd probably be considered decently attractive if he was a regular old human. but the dark furry ears, the sharp canines, and all the scars ruin him. adding his haggard clothing and feral eyes and all the blood and dirt on him, he can understand why he is considered so untouchable.
an animal in every right.
he turns the sink on. he is briefly reminded of another time, a time where he lived in a family house and slept in a futon that was warmer than anything he's ever slept in. he can remember wearing things other than rags, occasionally a yukata and other times a t-shirt. he can remember eating a home cooked meal and drinking sake and feeling sunlight on his skin.
and yet even in those better times, he has always had to hear the words of his family cursing his existence. cursing his mother's name for seducing his father and ruining their bloodline with her animal blood.
the only dark stain on the pristine zenin family.
toji sighs, scrubbing the blood from under his clawsâlike clockwork. the water in the sink turns a mocking shade of pink, and as horrible as it is to say, toji is glad the blood is not his.
he wipes his paws across his ragged clothes, and stares at himself in the mirror.
he isn't ashamed to admit itâbut he hates what he sees.
naoya's laughter rings in his ears as he shuts his eyes.
"hey toji?"
his eyes snap open. when the haze clears he sees your features come into focus, soft and curious. your scent floods his nose, and a pleasant shiver runs up his skin. there is a quick sense of relief when he realizes that he had been dreaming of a time in the past, and he steels himself, expression indifferent as he sits up. he briefly recognizes the stark contrast between the hardness of the stone floor in his cell and the softness of your couchâhis tongue sits heavy in his mouth.
"what?" he grunts, rubbing at his eyes. he tries to throw you a mock irritated glance, but either it comes off too mild or you've become good at ignoring it. "when'd you get here?"
"a few minutes ago. i got takeout." your lips pull into a teasing smile. "unless you'd rather go back to sleep?"
he pins you with a scathing glare, and annoyingly enough, your smile becomes wider. he stands up, popping his joints and following you to your kitchen table, before diligently taking a seatâin his chair.
toji silently watches you bustle around, grabbing utensils and plates to evenly distribute the food. his stomach growls eagerly, and he realizes just how hungry he isâhe recognizes that his body is getting used to being fed so often, and he does not know how to feel about that.
toji's eyes zero in on silly details, not knowing why he does it. your hair is a little messy, not as neat as when you left for work that morning. you've taken off your jacket, the absence of the restrictive fabric making your movements easier. he thinks you've probably had a good day, because your expression, though fatigued, is still relaxedâa small, almost miniscule smile remains on your face.
there a strange satisfaction the settles in his chest when he notices that. he doesn't know why, but the idea that you've had a nice day rather than a difficult one puts him at ease.
"how was your day?" you speak up, briefly making eye contact with him.
(toji does not understand why the small contact makes his stomach flip.)
he grunts, nonchalant. "not bad. didn't do much."
"the injuries are good?"
toji rolls his eyes, dropping his chin into his palm as he pins you with an intrusive stare. "yeah yeah. you ask this every day."
"well it can be good one day and not good the next," you reply defensively, frowning at the chicken you're currently dropping into his plate. but you look satisfied to hear his answer.
toji chuckles mutely. "sure kid."
(the nickname came randomly. you never commented on it. he didn't either.)
he hesitates for a second, before clearing his throat. "how was yours?"
you glance up at him, too quick for him to analyze the expression, but he thinks he catches a faint trace of pleasant surprise. "it was good. boring but not bad at all."
he nods awkwardlyâthe internal satisfaction grows stronger. his stomach rumbles again as you walk over and place his plate in front of him, and the smell hits his nose immediatelyâhis hunger is all consuming.
(your scent is one of the few human scents he has truly found pleasant.)
and yet he finds himself patiently waiting until you plate your own food, sitting across him quietly. he presses his hands together, bowing his head as he mutters a quiet "thank you for the food" before tucking in.
(he does not say your name, but he thinks he is thanking youâhis own twisted version of a god.)
he stays quiet for most of the meal, focusing on the unique and savory taste of the food. months ago he would not have imagined being able to consume such delicacy, but all you have done since you walked into his life is show him that he can have much more than he ever dreamed he could.
you blabber about random things as you eat, telling him about something you saw or what you did throughout the day. he listens.
you're in the middle of updating him about some stupid work drama, which, as embarrassing as it is to say, toji has been looking forward to hearing about. he does not interrupt you, trying to rack his brain for all the details you've spilled the last time.
(it's pathetic how quick he finds them. something about listening to you talk that makes everything else seem useless in comparison.)
"so anyways her husband found out and got mad. but then she basically tried to deny it and said that he was accusing her of nothing." you shove a mouthful of rice into your mouth, rolling your eyes. your tongue flicks out to lick at your lipsâtoji's eyes shamefully trace the movement. "it's a whole thing now because obviously the dude she was having the affair with works with us too."
"what a bitch," toji answers. your eyes crinkle with amusement, eager to hear him participating. you've probably since realized that he does find your gossip interesting. but it's more than thatâhe does not know why it's so easy to talk to you.
"right? i hate cheaters," you mutter, stabbing at your chicken.
he does too. something about being a dog that makes loyalty so damn important to him.
(maybe that's why he feels physically ill when he thinks about leaving your side.)
you continue rambling about your cheating coworker with a newfound conviction. toji listens, occasionally dropping a dry remark, and you either laugh or nod emphatically. his lips quirk upward at every reaction. he continues eating his foodâslowly so that he can match your pace. which is odd, because he was so damn hungry before.
but even as he quietly chews on the flavored meat, he finds that satiety comes a lot quicker when he quietly listens to you talk.

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