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I am losing my mind, Émilie 😵 Thank you for sending me this!

FIREFIGHTER!SUKUNA X READER (FEMALE) 2.5k words. 18+, fluff + smut, mentions of cigarettes. Sukuna is a bit of an asshole at first lol, but we change his ways, and now he will be a good boy only for us ;) Divider by lacedolliee + benkeibear. Minors don't interact.

Sukuna isn't the typical firefighter. He isn't like those heroic guys you see on TV or read about in sappy newspaper articles. Sukuna doesn't do this out of the goodness of his heart. He doesn't need to save random strangers out of a burning house to sleep better at night. If he's honest, he doesn't give a fuck!

But Sukuna is good at his job. He is strong, fearless, and insane enough to walk into the worst situations. He is here for the thrill of it. He loves the adrenaline rushing through his veins when he gets called to a fire. And the more dangerous it is, the more fun it brings Sukuna!

He doesn't hesitate before walking into your burning apartment complex a second time, even when everyone around him says it's too dangerous. Sukuna just gets a mad glint in his eyes, and a feral smirk lifts his lips when he says, "You think I'm scared of a little fire? One day, I'll burn in hell anyway, so fuck it!"

The Itadori twins are the only ones who enter the building a second time. Sukuna knows his brother does it because he has a little savior complex, always willing to sacrifice his own life to save someone else. Sukuna, on the other hand, does it for the challenge, for the thrill. He always wants to win, no matter who the opponent is, a guy he fistfights in a bar or a fucking fire. Nothing will defeat Sukuna!

Sukuna kicks down the door of your apartment when you thought all hope was lost. He carries you out of the burning house, smirking victoriously under his helmet when he feels your hands cling to his muscular biceps desperately.

He brings you to one of the ambulance cars, setting you down on a stretcher before he pulls off his helmet and his heavy jacket, revealing the white tanktop beneath it and a good portion of his broad chest and muscular, tattooed arms, sweaty and smeared with grime and ashes, and yes he finds the way you stare at him very amusing.

Your wide-eyed gaze slowly trails over his body until you finally look up at Sukuna's tattooed face with tearstains on your cheeks, your lips trembling, and your voice raspy from all the smoke when you ask him dazedly for his name.

And Sukuna flashes you a playful smirk while running a large hand through his pink hair as he fixes you with a smoldering gaze out of his eyes, which glow red right now from the flames of your burning apartment complex reflected in them.

He tells you his name in a low, seductive drawl and watches your face twist with emotions. A shaky sob escapes your lips, and fresh tears slip out of your eyes,

"Thank you so much, Sukuna! You saved my life! You are my hero!"

Sukuna laughs gruffly, shaking his head and smirking at you,

"Trust me, sweetheart, I am not a hero."

He really isn't. He isn't doing this because he is a good guy who wants to save people. He is only here because his brother dragged him along to his work after Sukuna got fired from another job, unable to stay employed because he simply doesn't do well with authority.

And then he went into a burning building for the first time and realized that fighting against the flames and the smoke and tearing down walls and kicking in doors, somehow was where he felt at home. So Sukuna stayed.

Well, and the nice side effect of this job is all the girls he gets to fuck because of it.

Sukuna watches you with a lazy, amused expression on his face, already knowing what will happen. You gulp hard, reaching out to touch his arm tentatively, eyes wide, full of admiration and a desperate plea swimming in them,

"Please, I want to thank you. I want to pay you back for saving my life. What can I do?"

Oh, Sukuna knows exactly how you can pay him back, but he just grins and shrugs his broad shoulders,

"It's no big deal. But you can check into my cousin's motel if you need a place to stay until you find a new apartment."

It's extremely convenient to have a cousin who owns a motel, and of course, you agree, thinking that way, you can at least do Sukuna a favor by giving money to his family.

"Come on, I can drive you, princess."

Sukuna wraps a strong arm around your shoulders, steadying you, taking care of you, making you all kinds of crazy for him. The big, strong, sexy firefighter who saved your life. You lean gratefully against his strong body, letting him lead you to his car, help you inside, and even buckle your seatbelt for you.

Sukuna can already see the little hearts dancing in your eyes. It makes him grin to himself as he starts the car.

It's a rather long drive from here, and you get stuck in traffic for a long time. And Sukuna learns that, as shy as you are, you seem to be uncomfortable with silence, and so you start to fill it with babbling about all kinds of things. Your apartment, your job, your family, how you like your coffee.

It's amusing how awkward you are, but somehow Sukuna's smirk softens into a smile one hour in, and he catches himself replying with a playful tone, asking more questions about you and your rather boring life, which, to his surprise, is kind of cute to him.

When he finally pulls up in front of the motel, Sukuna already knows what will happen. He accompanies you to your door, standing before you, tall and strong and with a sexy smirk, and you get on your tiptoes to kiss his tattooed cheek, letting your soft lips linger almost longingly on his skin as you whisper,

"Thank you again, Sukuna. I will never forget what you did for me."

And before you can pull away, Sukuna places a large hand on the small of your back, keeping you right there in front of him, so close that your body brushes lightly against his, and his other hand cups your chin and turns your face so he can claim your mouth in a playful kiss, his tongue licking teasingly over your lips, pushing inside to flick slowly against yours, making you gasp softly and twist your hands in the front of Sukuna's tanktop, pulling him closer.

Yeah, that's it, princess, Sukuna thinks to himself. If you want to thank him, this is exactly how he wants it. Thank him with your tongue in his mouth and your hands on his body.

Sukuna knows he is an asshole, but he doesn't care. All his coworkers are far too decent guys. They say it's wrong to sleep with the ones they saved. They say it would feel like taking advantage of them.

Sukuna can only laugh about that. The way he sees it, there is nothing wrong with getting rewarded with sex. And after all, it's not like you don't get something out of this, too. Sukuna will show you the night of your life. He will dick you down so good you will thank him again afterward.

He scoops you up into his strong arms for the second time today and carries you into the motel.

It's you who touches him first and yanks on his tank top. So needy for him and his dick, so desperate to get your hands on his naked skin. So why should Sukuna feel guilty?

He mounts you from behind, fucking you hard and fast in doggy with a hand around your throat before he pushes your face into the pillow and continues to take you in prone bone, pressing you down onto the bed, covering you completely with his heavy body, making you sob his name anytime he pushes his fat cock into you.

He was right, you really thank him as he feels your pussy becoming tighter and tighter around him right before he fucks you over the edge.

For the second round, you turn around and look up at Sukuna, and maybe that was a mistake because your eyes are so full of those damn little hearts, and your face is alight with total bliss and adoration and, yeah, love. Your arms are wrapped so tightly around Sukuna's body, your fingers tangled in his pink hair, caressing him, pulling him down, begging him with breathless whimpers,

"Closer... please come closer... please, I need you, Sukuna."

He kisses you just to shut you up and make you stop looking at him like that as if he is your world. But he still hears the way you moan his name, not Sukuna, but Kuna, when you squeeze around him, and it makes him cum harder than he has in years.

Sukuna slumps down on top of you, not thinking for a moment in his post-orgasm high, basking in the way you feel under him, so soft and warm, and your silky heat still pulsing so deliciously around his cock. He turns his head to lightly bite your neck as if he needs to leave his mark on you, when usually he never leaves anything behind.

Sukuna frowns, rolling off you and lying on his back next to you, staring up at the ceiling with a slightly uneasy feeling. Why is he acting like this? Maybe he inhaled too much smoke tonight. Maybe the heat was too much.

No matter what it is, Sukuna finds himself staying in your bed much longer than he usually does. Every other time he finds his way into someone's bed, he acts as if his alarm went off and he has to leave for another fire, finding the perfect excuse to leave while his dick is still wet.

But tonight, he doesn't bolt right after cumming. Maybe he really just needs some rest. And it's just very comfortable how your smaller body seems to fit perfectly into his side as you roll over and snuggle against him, like some housecat looking for cuddles.

Sukuna knows he should get up, but he is too comfy. He will just rest for a moment longer, just close his eyes for a few seconds, and enjoy the way it feels to get cuddled like this.

When he opens his eyes again, the lights are off, and only the soft glow of the streetlamps drifting in through the window casts some dim light into the small motel room.

"Oh fuck..."

Sukuna curses under his breath, the instinct to run kicking in, but he gets stopped by a pair of arms wrapped around him, and everything comes flooding back. The drive here, the sex, the way you looked at him, how nice it felt to let you cuddle him.

Sukuna freezes up. He knows he should leave. Knows he should untangle himself from you and sneak out while you are still fast asleep. Run away like he always does, never to see you again.

But somehow, the way you cling to him makes him hesitate. He must have turned onto his side in his sleep, and now you are behind him, playing the big spoon, which is ridiculous considering your size difference, but here you are, hugging Sukuna tightly from behind. Clinging to him, pressing your warm, naked body against him.

Your face is buried in Sukuna's broad back, breathing softly against his tattooed skin. And somehow, Sukuna doesn't know how to breathe anymore because the realization washes over him that he likes to get held like that.

But there is still a little fight in him left, and Sukuna growls softly, gritting his teeth and carefully plucking your small hands off his abs. He doesn't get far, though. He has barely moved when your arms wrap around him again. Of course, Sukuna could easily slip out of your grasp, but what really makes him stop is your soft whisper,

"Stay. Please... don't leave me alone. Not tonight."

You sound so small and scared, and Sukuna has no idea why his heart clenches at the sound of that. But what he knows is that he stops moving and mumbles something about just stretching his legs a bit because he is about to get a leg cramp.

And his large hand cups yours to give it a reassuring squeeze, something he only ever used to do when his brother and he were still kids, and Yuuji cried because of something. It makes him feel awkward and weird and so fucking weak.

But you let out a relieved sigh and snuggle against Sukuna's broad back again, hugging him and whispering, "Thank you."

Sukuna's mind is whirling because why the hell does it feel so fucking nice to be held by you like this? It's concerning.

But he doesn't try to run, just huffs softly and interlaces his fingers with yours where your hand is resting against his naked chest.

"Get back to sleep, princess. I won't leave."

And he means it. For the first time in his life, Sukuna stays.

He wakes up in the morning to the warmth of your body wrapped around his and the feeling of your lips trailing sweet little kisses over his broad shoulders, and your soft fingers caressing his tattooed biceps tenderly. You say his name all sleepy and sweet-sounding, and Sukuna asks himself if the fire last night fried his brain because everything about you makes him feel such weird things right now.

Maybe it's your sweet and slightly shy smile. Maybe it's the way you babble so cutely when you are nervous. Maybe it's how innocent you seem to be, how genuine with the affection you give him.

Sukuna fucks you again, but slower this time, with the sunlight pouring in through the window, and somehow he can't look away from your face. Somehow, he gets lost in your eyes when you whisper his name and dig your nails into his broad back. You cum so sweetly on his cock, so wet and hot, sucking him in even deeper, crying out his name and calling him your hero, and Sukuna's vision goes black for a moment when he cums with such a loud and feral moan, that he never heard coming out of his mouth ever before.

He stays an incredibly long time in your bed. Cuddling with you, kissing you, almost purring like a cat when you run your fingers through his pink hair while he rests his head on your tits.

When a real alarm tells Sukuna it's time to leave and do his job, he groans and only reluctantly gets up. His eyes never leave you while he gets dressed, watching as you wrap the blanket around you and smile dreamily at him.

And Sukuna catches himself stepping closer to the bed again, leaning down to grab your neck and capture your lips in another kiss, which is too long, too tender.

You ask him for his phone number, and Sukuna gives it to you, which is also something he usually never does.

He walks out of the motel with a casual wave of his hand, but the strange feeling in his chest isn't casual at all. He tries to ignore it, gets in his car, lights a cigarette, and takes a deep drag as he turns up the music and drives off. But even as he's driving away from you, he can't suppress the feeling that a part of him stays with you right there in the bed of that shabby motel.

Sukuna goes through his work day routinely while the ghost of your touch still stays on his skin, reminding him of last night and this morning, and not even the adrenaline of running into a burning building can chase the memories of those lingering touches away.

He rescues another girl from a burning house, and she smiles at him and thanks him profusely, lifting a hand to touch him, but Sukuna takes a step back and out of her reach. When she asks him how she can pay him back, he just shakes his head and says

"No need to pay me back, ma'am. That's my job."

Sukuna feels strange when he drives back home to his apartment. All alone, just his music and the cigarette smoke filling his senses. But he finds that he doesn't regret turning this girl down. Because there is something else he craves. Someone else.

At the next red light, Sukuna pulls out his phone and presses dial, and then your sweet voice fills his car.

"Sukuna? Heyyy, how are you? I am so happy you called!"

A grin lifts Sukuna's lips when he answers,

"Hey princess, I'm coming over. What kind of food do you want for dinner?"

Sukuna has no clue how or why this happened, but it feels right. It feels right to call you and to drive to your motel. It feels right to spend the whole night in your arms and the next one, too, and maybe all of his nights from now on.

Maybe it's because no matter how much Sukuna still denies being a hero, he really likes being your hero.

OH BABYYY. I really want him to be my hero, too 😵😵 I hope you enjoyed this short story about sexy firefighter Sukuna! Thank you so much to Émilie for putting him in my mind. I can't wait to see your drawing of him!! 💗😋

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I WANNA BE YOUR ENDGAME – Chapter 14

🏒❤️ A Hockey Romance feat. modern!Sukuna

Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: College AU, Hockey AU, fluff + smut Playlist: I wanna be your Endgame Word Count: 4.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, cigarettes, alcohol, some rough locker room sex in this chapter ;), Kuna makes Reader squirt. Fuckbuddies to lovers. Reader is a creative writing student. Sukuna is an ice hockey player + history student. This story will have approximately 16 chapters. Minors don't interact. Header by me. Divider @/benkeibear

MASTERLIST

You have been dating Sukuna for two months, and it shows in the clothes you have bought lately. Warm sweaters and thermo leggings, anything to keep you warm in the chilly hockey arena, where you seem to spend more and more time.

You're not just here for Sukuna's games. More often than not, you are also sitting in the stands after your classes, reading the books your literature professor assigned while stealing far too many glances at your man, who is practicing with his teammates, looking too sexy to keep your eyes off him for more than a few minutes at a time.

It was Sukuna who asked you to come to his hockey training more often. Or he didn't outright ask, but told you how much he likes it when you watch him during practice. He whispered it in your ear when he was on top of you in all his naked tattooed glory, pressing you down with his heavy body, spoiling you with strokes so deep and good that you thought you would lose your mind, and of course, it lead to you promising him that you would drop by more often to keep him company during hockey practice.

So basically, you are here because Sukuna and you are equally obsessed with each other. And that thought alone is enough to make you grin from ear to ear.

You are currently sitting on the stands on a Tuesday afternoon, huddled in Sukuna's warm Tigers hoodie and your new fleece leggings, telling yourself you are working on your assignment, but truth be told, you are too busy watching your boyfriend skate across the ice, looking like a full course meal in his black compression shirt.

And Sukuna keeps looking at you, too, grinning that boyish grin and winking at you, not giving a fuck about who can see him flirting with his girl.

He even skates over to you occasionally, putting his gloved hand against the plexiglass and banging on it to capture your attention (as if he didn't already have it),

"Hey, princess! Come here for a sec! I need my lucky charm real quick!"

He smirks at you and jerks his tattooed chin towards a gate a few meters away. You roll your eyes playfully but get up and walk toward Sukuna while teasing him,

"Aww, does the big bad guy have withdrawal symptoms?"

And Sukuna just grins even broader at you, raising an eyebrow,

"Maybe I need a kiss or two. Isn't that part of your job description as my personal lucky charm? I am adding it to the rules right now if it isn't included already."

He looks so charming standing there with that playful grin and the twinkle in his maroon eyes, and you laugh delightedly, opening the gate so you can deliver the motivational kisses Sukuna asked for.

Sukuna leans down to capture your lips with his, giving you a playful, slow kiss. The sexy combination of his cold lips and warm tongue makes your head spin, and you eagerly lick into his mouth before he pulls away again a few seconds later and winks at you.

"Yeah, I am already feeling more energetic. Thank you, princess."

He ruffles your hair, waiting for your squeal of complaint before he laughs and turns around, skating back to his teammates to continue his training while you smooth down your hair and lick your lips, still tasting Sukuna on your tongue.

But even though his girl is here and Sukuna steals all those little moments with you, his coach never complains too much. Because he knows what you know, too: Sukuna isn't slacking. He takes his training seriously.

It's one of the things you love about him. His dedication, his ambition. Sukuna always gives his all. He always wants to be the best. And yet, as important as hockey is to him, he made room for you in his life. He wants you here, wants you in the stands when he has practice, wants you close to him, even if it just means some shared grins across the rink or some stolen kisses in between training sessions.

It's just as Sukuna said to you the night he confessed his feelings to you. He loves to combine his two favorite things in the world: You and hockey.

"Ew, get your dirty sports things off my pretty couch!"

Nobara stands in your shared living area, arms crossed in front of her chest, glaring indignantly at Sukuna, who just dropped by after hockey training and put his sports bag on the couch.

You snicker softly, about to make a joking reply, but your boyfriend is faster. Sukuna laughs and flashes Nobara a big rude grin, almost as if he is enjoying this. Which he probably really is, when you think about it. His eyes glitter with dark enjoyment.

"Chill, Ginger. Your couch should be honored that it gets to touch my bag. Also, you can go through my stuff, you won't find anything dirty. I take very good care of what is mine."

Sukuna's gaze strays to you at those last few words, and he winks at you, making you chuckle. You hold Sukuna's gaze, smiling broadly at him, watching his rude grin soften to a smile. Nobara sighs dramatically, marches over to the couch, and lifts Sukuna's bag with an exaggeratedly disgusted expression on her face before she dumps it on the floor in front of Sukuna's feet,

"Take that thing away! And, God, would the two of you stop it with the eye-fucking!? It's disgusting!"

Which only makes Sukuna's lips lift in a devilish, lopsided grin as he keeps looking at you,

"You heard her, princess. She doesn't like us eye-fucking. Let's go into your room and fuck for real."

Both you and Nobara squeal loudly at his words. Nobara makes a gagging noise, hurrying to the door,

"I am leaving! And if I find your filthy used condom in the bathroom again, I will burn down the hockey arena!"

"Okay, if you don't want it in the bathroom, I'll make sure to put it in the trash can in your room then. Didn't know you are such a fangirl, geez!"

You smack Sukuna's shoulder playfully, and Nobara screams as she bangs the door shut behind her. You laugh, rolling your eyes at Sukuna,

"Maybe you should be a bit nicer to her, Kuna."

"Oh, I fear I can't do that. It's part of my charm. And you're the only one who gets to see my nice side anyway."

And then his lips silence any further complaints, kissing you deep and with all those sexy tongue flicks that make you melt against his tall body, and a few minutes later, you sigh contently as Sukuna's weight settles on top of you on your bed, your hands automatically slipping under his hoodie, caressing his buff muscles, your head tilting back to let Sukuna trail kisses over your neck.

The little dispute with Nobara is forgotten for the next two hours that you spend with Sukuna in your room, making out and fucking, and cuddling afterward. But then he grumbles something about being hungry, and you smile and press a kiss to his neck, murmuring,

"Then go look what we have in the fridge."

Sukuna turns his head to cup your cheek with his hand, pulling you into a sloppy kiss before he gets up from your bed, only putting on his boxer briefs before he goes to the kitchen to raid your and Nobara's fridge.

You smile to yourself, sitting up on the bed as you put on some clothes, too. You are just in the middle of putting on your t-shirt when you hear Sukuna's loud laugh, and he calls out to you,

"Princess! Come here, quick! You won't believe this!"

You raise an eyebrow curiously, hurrying to the kitchen and asking what happened. Then, stop in your tracks when you see Sukuna standing in front of the open fridge, holding up two milk cartons. One of them has a pink sticky note taped to it that says in Nobara's handwriting: For ugly hockey players. Enjoy your milk, Kirby.

For a moment, you blink at the milk carton, and then you burst out laughing while your boyfriend opens it to take a big gulp straight out of the carton.

Nobara returns home a few hours later when Sukuna has already left. You are in the kitchen doing the dishes, and before Nobara can disappear to her room, you quickly call out,

"Hey, why did you put milk for Sukuna in the fridge?"

Nobara makes a huffing sound and turns around to look at you, but one corner of her glossy lips lifts in a half-grin,

"Ah, so he found it."

"Of course, he found it. You know he always takes something from our fridge. But I thought you can't stand him?"

Nobara shrugs, averting her gaze to inspect her long nails,

"He's annoying as fuck. But you like him. So I thought I'd get some milk for your boy."

"Oh... that's really nice, actually. Thank you."

Nobara shrugs again, but you can see the proud glint in her eyes as she flips her hair back.

"Yeah, I am the nicest person ever, of course."

Acting all tough and unimpressed, but after a moment, she sighs and walks over to you and puts an arm around your shoulder, holding you loosely while she adds,

"You're my friend. And you have always been supportive of Maki and me. Now, I am supportive of you and your curse boy, no matter how annoying he is. And at least, when he has his own milk carton now, I can rest assured that his slimy lips don't touch my precious milk!"

Another Saturday, another afternoon in the hockey arena.

The thing about being Sukuna's girlfriend is that you get quite used to seeing your boyfriend winning. Most of the Tigers' games end in a victory, with the whole arena cheering for their star player and Sukuna grinning that big, proud grin.

But tonight is not one of those nights. It doesn't look good for the Tigers.

You can see the fury in Sukuna's eyes with each minute that passes. He gives his all, throws himself brutally into his opponents, fights his ass off to get the puck, doesn't even let himself get stopped by getting slammed into the boards countless times. But still, it's not enough.

The Tigers lose.

You can see the anger sizzling through Sukuna's veins when he leaves the ice. His tattooed jaw is clenched, his posture tense, and the fiery glint in his eyes is downright dangerous. You hope he won't run into any rival player and get provoked because you know it will get him into all kinds of trouble.

Your steps are faster than usual as you make your way toward the locker room, trying to be there for Sukuna before he gets himself into a fistfight, which he will surely regret tomorrow because it will get him suspended from the next game.

When you reach the door of the locker room, the majority of the players already march out. They all look clearly upset, with slumped shoulders and sour expressions on their faces, and you have a feeling they all got changed as fast as possible to get away from a very pissed-off Sukuna.

You catch the door before it can fall shut and tentatively look inside. Yuuji is the first one you see, and he nods at you in greeting, but his face lacks the usual enthusiasm. Even the sunshine boy isn't able to muster up a smile today. You nod back at him, a question in your eyes, and Yuuji jerks his chin toward the other Tigers still in the room,

"Yo, hurry up, guys! Let's grab some drinks to forget about this shitshow!"

Yuuji pulls his hoodie over his head and then ushers his teammates out of the locker room, making sure his brother can have his alone time with you.

You step to the side and wait until the rest of the players have left and then bite your lip, step into the changing room, and let the heavy door fall shut behind you. The typical post-hockey game smell fills your nostrils, a mix of sweat, shower gel, and lingering adrenaline.

Your gaze finds Sukuna. He is still sitting on the bench, his armor off, shirtless, only in his boxer briefs, his abs and chest firm and dripping with sweat. His large hands grip the bench tightly, a furious glint in his eyes as his gaze catches you in the doorway.

It's clear to see that the King is pissed off.

Every fiber of his body screams anger at you, and it makes your breath catch in your throat, and something deep inside you throb excitedly. Because you know what a loss leads to. You know that Sukuna needs you extra badly tonight. You know that he will fuck you hard today, take you mercilessly, fuck all his frustration into you.

And it's exactly what you are here for. To offer your comfort in every way your man needs. And the thing is, you will enjoy every second of it.

"Baby, are you okay?"

You say it in a husky tone, eyes meeting Sukuna's burning-hot gaze across the locker room. Sukuna sends you a sneer, brushing his sweaty pink hair out of his eyes as he looks at you with an intensity that makes you wet instantly.

"I fucking hate this game."

You chuckle softly,

"You played so well. It's not your fault at all."

Sukuna huffs, laughing an unhumorous laugh.

"The whole team fucked up, including me."

You shake your head as you make your way over to your boyfriend. Sukuna never takes his eyes off as you walk towards him while already taking off your sweater and letting it drop carelessly to the floor of the changing room, followed by your leggings, only leaving you in the red lacey bra and panties set you wore specifically for this game.

You thought you would wear it for a victory fuck, but it's also going to serve its purpose for a make-things-okay-again-after-a-loss-fuck.

You can see the rage in Sukuna's tense posture. His broad, naked chest is sweaty, heaving heavily. The veins on his buff, tattooed arms stand out. All his muscles are taut, his jaw clenched. But at the same time, there's a feral hunger in his eyes as he lets his gaze travel slowly over your figure.

The moment you stop in front of him, Sukuna grabs you immediately and pulls you onto his lap. You straddle his thick, tattooed thighs and press yourself against Sukuna's strong, sweaty body, humping against the huge, hot bulge in his boxer briefs.

You know exactly what Sukuna needs tonight.

You lean forward, pressing your tits against Sukuna's chest as you capture his lips in a sweet kiss, even more tender than usual, more loving, despite how pissed off your boyfriend looks right now. It means you only will treat him even more lovingly. Be his sweet girl who comforts him and who he can fuck his angry cock deep into and find sweet relief by taking it all out on your tight wet pussy.

Sukuna rewards you instantly with a low, needy growl, and his large hands tighten roughly around your waist as he pushes his tongue between your lips. There is nothing gentle about the way he kisses you. It's rough and savage, almost brutal. He's fucking your mouth with his tongue, deep and savagely, making a needy mewl fall from your lips as you wrap your arms around Sukuna's thick neck.

You kiss him back eagerly, with tender licks and soft moans, keeping it sweet despite his rough attitude. Your lips trail from Sukuna's lips over his angular jaw to his neck. Kissing and licking before you gently nibble his earlobe and whisper in his ear,

"I'm here for you, baby. Do whatever you want with me. Take it all out on me. Fuck it all into me, Kuna."

Sukuna answers you with a low growl, and his large calloused hands grab your ass and squeeze it hard as he pushes you down on his lap, grinding his hard bulge against you, hot and heavy rubbing against your swollen wet clit, making you soak your panties and his boxers with your sweet arousal.

You moan softly, letting yourself sink heavily onto Sukuna's lap, meeting his movements. Grinding against his hard cock, massaging it with your clothed pussy, feeling him growing even harder against you. You watch Sukuna closely, basking in the way he lets his head fall back against the locker and moan loudly.

His gaze meets yours, and it makes a needy moan fall from your lips, too. Both of you wear the same horny and passionate expression, both knowing exactly what will happen.

You rub yourself slowly against Sukuna, spoiling his cock some more, watching as Sukuna lets you see all the passion on his tattooed face, mouth hanging open, low moans and harsh breaths falling from his lips as he watches you with that feral glint in his maroon eyes.

Sukuna's gaze never leaves yours as he slips the straps of your bra down and then yanks the whole thing down, making your tits spill out of the lacey red cups. The next second, his lips close around one nipple, sucking roughly on it, tongue lapping hungrily at it, making you twitch in his lap and letting out a shaky moan. Sukuna's teeth close around your tit, biting gently, leaving his teeth marks on you, making you gasp his name and tug on his pink hair even as you arch your back against him.

A low growl falls from Sukuna's lips. His tongue is still lapping teasingly at your erect nipple as his fiery gaze burns into yours. His voice is a low, velvety drawl,

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard. Gonna wreck you, princess."

Sukuna's maroon eyes look almost black from how dilated his pupils are, and you bite your lip before caressing his hair and whispering to him,

"Do it, baby. Fuck me as hard as you need. I can take it."

Sukuna lets out a breathless low groan which makes your pussy clench around nothing. One of his hands leaves your ass to grab your chin and caress your jaw firmly, his eyes dark and full of a mix of love and rage and so much passion and need, a lopsided smirk lifting one corner of his lips,

"Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart."

But you just let his thumb slip between your lips and suck it into your warm, wet mouth, looking deeply into Sukuna's eyes as you suckle devotedly on his finger showing him how serious you are about this. How much you are willing to give yourself fully to him and let him do anything he wants with you. Anything he needs tonight.

And Sukuna wouldn't be Sukuna if he didn't take you up on that offer. He smirks at you with a devilish glint in his eyes, and then Sukuna grabs you tightly and gets up with you in his arms, lifting you up as if you weigh nothing, holding you securely in his strong arms.

He slams you against his locker, making you gasp breathlessly as your back hits the cold surface while the rest of your body is covered with Sukuna's buff and overly hot body.

Sukuna's lips claim yours in a hot kiss, tongue so deep in your throat that it sends the craziest butterflies flying in your stomach.

He pushes down his boxer briefs impatiently, freeing his hard cock. It's pulsing with need, the tip swollen with an angry dark pink color, drooling pre-cum all over himself.

He doesn't bother taking off your panties but just yanks them to the side, letting his hot cockhead caress your throbbing clit sending shivers down your spine for a few seconds before Sukuna pulls back.

And then he claims you fully without any prior warning.

You gasp loudly, digging your nails into Sukuna's muscular back, feeling so full when Sukuna's hard cock rams into you deeply, claiming his girl with a hard brutal thrust.

Pleasure explodes behind your closed eyelids, making you feel dizzy from the assault of hard, unrelenting pleasure. You instantly wrap your legs tightly around Sukuna's hips, stuttering his name breathlessly as he fucks you hard and rough against his locker.

Sukuna's skin is hot and sweaty against you, his muscles taut, his low groans in your ear so fucking sexy and feral. He is so loud tonight. Growling and moaning loudly in your ear. Unrestrained, sexy noises full of lust and need and anger while Sukuna snaps his hips furiously against you.

It's a hard fuck. Primal. Like a big predator driven out of his mind by the need to mount his mate. Hard, angry thrusts. So deep and rough that you know you will feel him for days.

But you would lie if you said this isn't exactly what you want. You love to feel Sukuna like this. Love to let him use you like this. Love to feel his fat angry cock push into you and hear Sukuna's desperate, feral grunts. You love knowing that you are the only one who can comfort Sukuna after a loss. By letting him fuck you like this, rough and needy, against his locker, finding relief in your tight wet cunt.

You urge him on with breathless moans whispered in his ear and your legs wrapping tightly around his taut ass and fingernails digging into his buff muscles, needy just like him, clinging to him, your wet pussy clenching around him greedily.

Sukuna's mouth captures yours in another savage kiss, and you moan into it, licking against his tongue tenderly, eyes closed while you cling to him and take his thick angry cock all too happily.

The two of you are in a frenzy. Nothing but the two of you exists. Only Sukuna and you. Only his lips on yours and his cock deep inside you. You doubt the two of you would be able to stop even if someone walked in on you right now.

Sukuna's lips wander to your neck, kissing, sucking, his teeth grazing over your sensitive skin before he bites you lightly. His low voice is husky, filled with a sexy mix of arousal and anger when he grounds out,

"I. Fucking. Hate. Losing."

Every word gets accentuated by a rough thrust directly onto your sweet spot.

You mewl loudly, legs shaking as you feel tears stream down your cheeks from how good it feels to get fucked like this, Sukuna's name falling from your lips like a prayer.

Your fingers dig into Sukuna's broad back, your voice hoarse when you moan in his ear, urging him on,

"Yes! Fuck me, baby! Fuck it all into me. Take it all out on me, Kuna!"

He fucks the first orgasm out of you right then and there. It crashes over you unexpectedly, hot and wild, making you squeal his name as your pussy clenches wildly around Sukuna's cock, your legs shaking as you cum hard on his fat cock.

Sukuna groans, but he isn't finished with you. He slams you even harder against the locker with deep, brutal thrusts that make you squeal and sob, already feeling another orgasm building deep inside you.

It feels like it's too much. Like you will melt away if Sukuna keeps going and makes you cum one more time like this. But it feels so damn good, and you sob loudly, clinging desperately to Sukuna, your legs wrapped tightly around his muscular ass, your nails leaving scratches on his back.

Sukuna's voice is so sexy, low, husky, and laced with those feral grunts and deep moans, giving in to his most primal urges as he ruts into you,

"Don't hold back! Give me another! Fucking squirt on my cock!"

His hand forces itself between your bodies, thick calloused thumb rubbing furiously at your stiff clit, so fast and intense that you cry out, feeling your body lose control, panicking for a second, but Sukuna groans in your ear,

"Yeah, just like that, make a big fucking mess all over me!"

It's not a suggestion but a command, and it drives you insane, that natural dominance, that sexy control Sukuna emits. You clench around Sukuna's cock again, eyes closed, mouth opening in a wild cry as you feel yourself tumble over the edge again, his nasty words making you lose all control.

The waves of your orgasm crash over you unrelentingly, so hard it makes you see black for a moment as you scream and your pussy spasms around Sukuna's huge cock, milking him wildly as your juices spray out of you uncontrollably, squirting all over his cock and his heavy balls, wet, hot and messy, just like he told you to.

Sukuna growls but doesn't stop drilling his cock into you, fucking you roughly, smacking your pussy with his taut heavy balls anytime he pushes into you. Fucking you through your orgasm, with the nastiest wet sounds, as he fucks your creamy wetness back into you, while grunting loudly in your ear, low sexy noises, harsh breaths, as Sukuna chases his own orgasm now.

Sukuna cums with an unrestrained loud groan. His hips stutter against yours, and he presses you against the locker, ramming his twitching cock impossibly deep into you for his orgasm. His strong body is so close to you, hot and sweaty and brimming with passion.

You mewl his name, not able to stop yourself from clenching around him as he shoots his hot ropes of cum deep into you. Sukuna is so sexy like this when he loses control and lets himself get overtaken by his most primal needs. Loud groans fall from his lips, his whole muscular body is taut, his heart racing wildly against your breasts as he empties his balls and all his anger into you.

Gradually, Sukuna's loud groans turn into low sighs and labored breathing. He pulls away only enough so he can grab your chin with one of his large hands and tilt your head back, making you look up into his maroon eyes, which are heavy-lidded with lust and satisfaction.

The eye contact is so intense, so intimate with the way Sukuna's cock is still buried to the hilt inside you after he came in you, his hot seed deep inside you, your wetness clinging to his cock, your bodies touching everywhere, your breaths mingling, both of you still high from your orgasms.

Sukuna flashes you one of his lazy, sexy smirks,

"You're such a fucking good girl for me."

His lips claim yours in another rough kiss that makes you moan softly.

Sukuna kisses you deep and hard, his cock still buried balls deep in you, while Sukuna is still rocking against you slowly, still fucking you with his spent cock, overstimulating himself because he can't pull out yet, needing you too much. It makes you whine into the kiss and caress the taut muscles on Sukuna's broad back and buck your hips against him getting every last drop of his seed, every last caress his half-hard cock can give you.

The kiss becomes slower, lazier, sloppy, and, oh, so tender. And Sukuna's cock finally slips out of you, half-hard, gradually softening now, resting heavy and hot against your skin, slick from his cum and your juices, pulsing hotly against you, and you moan his name, just when Sukuna murmurs, "I love you." against your kiss-swollen lips.

You smile softly at Sukuna, cupping his tattooed cheek and caressing it gently.

"I love you, too, baby. Are you feeling better now?"

Sukuna laughs softly and carefully lowers you back down until your feet touch the ground. His muscular arms stay wrapped around you, though, not letting you go away just yet. A playful grin lifts his lips.

"Yeah, you always know what I need, princess. Thank you. But I promise that next time, we'll have a victory fuck again. I am not going to fucking lose twice in a row!"

You laugh, patting Sukuna's cheek playfully, and shake your head theatrically,

"Of course you won't, baby."

AAAHHH angry Kuna does something to me 😵😵

I am so glad I finally managed to post this new chapter! I hope that some of you are still interested in this story and that you enjoyed the update! Thank you so much to everyone who left encouraging messages in the last few weeks! I am kissing youuuu 😘💗

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𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄

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𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄'𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

You released a deep breath into your pillow, struggling to take in air with how tightly you’d stuffed your own face into the fabric. You’d hoped, maybe, that if you lost enough brain cells, you wouldn’t have to think about the shit you got your own self into. And that maybe, possibly, the dilemma at hand would go away if you continued to starfish-pose face first into your bed.

Ten minutes later, all you’ve earned yourself is a headache threatening to form in the back of your head—likely from the lack of oxygen to your brain and the stress that continues to plague you. Needless to say, this method isn't working very well.

Turning your head to the side, you sigh deeply, the silence of your bedroom deafening. 

Never in your life did you think you’d have to choose between two guys who were interested in you, or that it would be this difficult. After all, in books and movies, it was always clear who the main character should choose, right? One the audience would scream at her how clear and obvious it was through the screen or pages. So, if you had an audience, who would they be screaming for? The choice should be obvious.

So why is this so hard?

You’ve liked Laurance for a while, sure, but… Gene makes you feel a certain excitement you haven't felt with other people before. Maybe it's just the rush of adrenaline from hanging out with the “bad boy” type. Or maybe… it's something more. 

Like how he has a soft spot for you and started to act better for you. How good he looked on his motorcycle, and how thrilling it had been to cling to him on the back of it. Or how he stood up for you and what you wanted, not taking shit from anyone else. How he looked at you, and how his lips had felt on yours…

Oh. Oh.

You’ve fallen for Gene.

A quiet knock startles you from your thoughts, pulling a yelp from your throat as you jump out of your own skin. You look to the window, where the tapping came from, your face draining its color as you stare in frozen silence.

Another knock.

Your phone starts to buzz, and you nearly tumble from the bed in fright, scrambling to pick up the call, seeing Gene’s name on the screen. Without thinking, you pick up, just wanting the ringing to go quiet.

“Hello?” you whisper, hand over your speeding heart as you stare wide eyed at your window.

“Let me in.”

“…What?”

His chuckles over the speaker, and you can hear the muffled echo of it through the glass panes. “Open your window, I’m outside.”

“Wh—“ you start, feeling a small twinge of irritation as you march over to the window, ripping open your curtains and blinds to reveal Gene’s face grinning in the dark. “Are you serious?”

“What…? Watch out.” He grins, ducking his head in and climbing through the window, forcing you to stumble back a few steps and leaving you too shocked to protest.

“You scared the crap out of me! What the hell was that?” you hiss, glancing back at your bedroom door.

He chuckles, dusting off his clothes and shrugging.

“I like to keep things interesting.”

“Shh—“ You’re quick to clasp your hands over his mouth, and he quirks an amused eyebrow at you. “What do you think my family will think if they hear your voice in here?”

“Lucky you.” His voice is muffled through your hands, a small kitten lick following on your palm and making you leap back.

“What are you doing here? It’s late.”

“Well, you ignored my text earlier, so I thought I’d stop by.”

“What? No, I—“ You grab your phone, pausing when you see he had, in fact, texted you.

7:23 pm Gene: You busy tonight?

“…Oh.”

“I wanted to talk,” he explains simply, crossing his arms and slowly walking further into your room. “You didn’t answer, so I thought I’d just stop by." He spins in place, eyes roaming freely. "Hm. Your room is cute.”

“Uh—“ You dash over to close your closet before he can see the loose, private articles of clothing strewn about. Oh god, you looked like a mess too, in your pajamas and face bare. “About what? I mean, talk about what?”

“Us.” He smiles at your flustered expression. “Obviously.”

Blood rushes to your face. “And now is the best time for that?”

“Well, it’s almost been a week, and as far as I can tell, all you’ve done is avoid me and run away from your problems.” He shrugs, walking over to your bed and sitting on it. “I wanted to check on you, and give you a better confession.”

You cross your arms. “A better one?”

He nods, sighing and leaning forward, his elbows on his knees as he looks up at you. “Yeah. I just—I don’t know what I’m thinking. I just wanted you to know a few things, even if you don’t decide on me.”

You open your mouth to speak but he interrupts you, hand held out.

“Just… listen, okay?” he says softly, biting his lip. “Let me get my fill out before you say anything.”

You take in a deep breath, the shock of the situation making you accept how crazy this is quicker than you usually would have. Or maybe you’re happy your crush is here, and certain details—like how you just let a delinquent sneak into your bedroom at night—have become less important.

Without further question, you slowly sit down next to him, watching as he glances at you from the corner of his eye.

“Okay,” he mutters, before sucking in a breath and nodding. “I know I’m not the best guy for you. I’ve been pretty terrible in the past, and to people you care about, too. I smoke, I cuss, I drink, I’m a total dick who pushes people around to get what I want. I’m always seeing how I can gain something from a situation, or… come out on top like it’s some sort of transaction. I have the potential to be a horrible fucking person.”

He turns towards you, taking a second to glance over your features before continuing.

“But, lately, I’ve been… reflecting. I know I can be all those things, but I want to be better. I want to choose to be. Sure, I have some anger issues, and most people annoy the shit out of me, but I’m starting to try. It’s really hard for me, too.” He dryly laughs before he sucks in a breath, his eyebrows furrowing. “But you. You make it so much easier.”

“Easier…” you echo.

“Yes, easier. I genuinely am so fucking into you. And so when the opportunity to get closer to you presented itself, I took it.” He looks off, shaking his head in irritation. “But then, I realized I did it again. You were vulnerable, and not in the right headspace, and I took advantage of that. You’re so good, so kind, and I’d already introduced you to a place you were uncomfortable with. And I could tell you were uncomfortable immediately, but I took you there, anyways—and you were influenced to do things you wouldn’t have thought of doing before I—”

You start to shake your head. “Gene, you didn’t make me do anything—”

“But I did—”

“Oh, shut up.”

It can’t be helped, how quickly you lean forward, stopping his words by locking your lips with his. The action is so sudden that the kiss starts off messy, awkward, but he’s quick to correct it—a sigh of relief escaping him as he leans over you, hand coming up to your neck to keep you in place. His kiss is just as perfect as before, the hard metal of his lip piercing contrasting with his plump, slightly chapped lips. This time, you note, there’s no aftertaste of cigarettes; just him.

The two of you part, just by a few inches, your synced pants barely audible over the blood rushing through your ears.

“Okay, then. Hint taken.” He huffs a chuckle in amusement, his index finger brushing along your bottom lip. “Does this mean you’re choosing me then?”

You nod, still attempting to subtly catch your breath.

“Then… I won’t let you down,” he murmurs, leaning in to give you one last soft kiss. “You make me want to be a better person. And I’m going to keep trying.”

“I believe you.”

He leans in, hugging your waist and pulling you closer, leaning over to rest his chin on your shoulder. “You wanna go somewhere? An actual date? And not some party?”

“A date… tonight?”

“Why not?” He shrugs, pulling back. “Doesn’t have to be anything crazy.”

“I think my family will realize that I’m gone. I don’t want to go too far.” You bite your lip.

He nods in understanding, glancing up at your ceiling before smiling down at you, a plot forming in his eyes.

“You ever climbed onto your roof?”

“Huh?”

He chuckles. “C’mon.”

“Gene, what?” you whisper after him when he climbs out your window, using the sill as a footstool before his body disappears into the sky. “…Gene!”

You creep over to the window, peeking your head out and looking up to see him looking down at you, his eyes squinting in amusement as he skillfully balances near the edge. He lays flat, reaching over the side and dangling his arm down for you to take.

“C’mon, you can trust me, sweetie.”

“How did you do that?” you ask incredulously. “So quickly?”

“When you’ve explored enough abandoned buildings, you learn a few tricks.” He waves his hand. “Now get up here.”

“I… okay…” you trail off nervously, mimicking what he had done before, grasping onto his arm with one hand as the other barely brushes the roof. “I don’t think I can.”

“You can. I got you,” he reassures. “Just put your foot there and push up.”

With a steadying breath, you ignore your nerves and do as he says, surprised when he hoists you up the rest of the way as soon as you build the momentum. His arms wrap tightly around you as he rolls you over him, smirking at you with an “I told you” look on his face.

“That wasn’t so bad, right?” he sighs, lifting you with him as he sits up and shimmying to lay back a little safer on the slope.

Pulling you down next to him, Gene nods his head as he points up to the sky. The stars are out, though they're outshone by the full moon that lights up both your faces. You wipe the sweat that had formed on your palms from climbing up here, before resting them up by your sides.

“No, I guess not. It’s pretty out,” you note. “This was a good idea.”

“Mhm.” He glances over at you, smoothly sliding his hand into yours. “I have a question.”

“What is it?”

“What made you choose me?” He says it quietly, his eyes not far off from the color of the dark sky as they scan over your face.

There’s vulnerability in the cadence of his voice, so you muster up the scrambled thoughts you’d been going over before he made his startling entrance.

“You’re fun, and exciting, and I can see how much effort you’re putting into being a good person. You act like you’re not, but you’ve been understanding and patient. It’s like I can have fun and enjoy letting loose while still feeling protected.” He stares at you as if he wants desperately for you to continue, so you do. “Like… how I can ride on your motorcycle knowing you’re not going to put me in danger, or how I can go somewhere out of my comfort zone knowing you’ll take me out if it’s too much. And you won’t make me feel bad for it.”

You give him a direct look, eyebrows raising. “Or how you can save me from my own thoughts by knocking on my window at night like a psycho and dragging me onto the roof.”

He breaks out into a smile, chuckling lightly. “Psycho? I thought it was romantic. Like Romeo and Juliet, or something like that. Doesn’t he come up to her window? I don’t know, I’m making shit up.”

A laugh bursts from your lips, and he joins you, shaking his head. “Hey, weren’t you the one worrying about getting caught?”

“That was cute, though,” you defend, free hand coming up to your mouth.

“...You might be one of the only people to use the word cute on me, doll.” He squeezes your hand. “Don’t go telling people that. Remember, I still have a reputation to uphold.”

“Uh-huh…” you layer on the sarcasm, earning a quiet, playful scoff in return. “A reputation for climbing onto rooftops and breaking into places you shouldn’t be.”

“Hey, it’s fun.” He hums. “I’ll take you to one of the spots I discovered with Sasha and Zenix. One with less danger of getting arrested or getting murdered by crazy squatters.”

“Wow, sounds like a lovely, romantic time.”

“Oh, okay, doll.” He rolls his tongue over the inside of his cheek in faux irritation. “You can find some cool but creepy shit in places like that. Weren’t you just saying you like how fun and exciting I am?”

“Good point.”

“That’s what I thought.” He laughs lightly, shaking his head with a fond smile before looking up at the moon. A few beats of silence pass and you assume he wants to lay back and relax with you, before he speaks again in a thoughtful tone. “What kind of date do you want me to take you on?”

“I like this,” you say, gesturing to the two of you. “Just spending time, and learning more about you.”

He reaches up with his free hand to tap under your chin. “Well I’ll be sure to take you as many dates like this as you want.”

You could get used to this. To late night talks and the rush of adrenaline when he ropes you into something you probably shouldn’t do. In the back of your heart, there’s a slight pang for Laurance and how he might react to this, but maybe after everything that's happened, maybe it would be better for you two to just remain best friends. You’d have a heart-to-heart with him in person—he deserves to be let down gently.

But for now, your focus is on the boy next to you, and how his thumb grazed along the back of your hand. It’s Gene. And you’re willing to take the risk and see if it always will be.

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𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

You fill your lungs with a deep breath, before slowly releasing it as you stare at your wall. Your back hurts a bit from the slouched position you’ve been sitting in for about an hour now, but you can’t bring yourself to shift into something different.

The pictures on your wall showcase the memories you’ve made over the past few years, happy smiles and silly moments on display. For whatever reason, you decide to count how many pictures each of your friends appear in. You know it’s to distract yourself from the real issue that’s been plaguing your mind for the past few days. But still, you count, ignoring the nagging voice in the back of your head.

Aphmau, five times.

Nana, eight times.

Katelyn, seven times.

Garroth, six times.

Travis, four.

Laurance.

One… two… four… eight… twelve…

Fifteen times.

You stare at his face, copied and printed out a grand total of fifteen times on your wall.

Shit.

None of the others come close! He even rivals some of your family members!

Your hands meet your face in a harsh slap as you send yourself off of your chair and onto your floor, groaning and curling into a ball.

It’s him. It always has been.

How did you keep a straight face on Monday, when he was so close to you, practically begging at your knees to choose him? When he was on the verge of tears and… the way he whined your name? Pleading for you to forgive him? To like him back?

How did you resist when he almost kissed you?

The fabric of your sweater does little to muffle the drawn out scream you send into the crook of your elbow. You lay defeated on your floor, your limbs deflating into a limp, useless pile.

There’s a concerned call of your name after a moment and you roll into your back, forcing a weak response.

“I’m fine…”

You need to talk to him. Again.

It takes a ridiculous amount of effort for you to stand, your hands trembling as you pick your phone up. Before you can wimp out, the pad of your thumb clicks on Laurance’s name, and you stare in horror as the dial tone starts to ring through the speakers. It only rings three times before he picks up, the sound of air rushing in the speakers catching you off guard before it stops.

“Hey.” His voice comes through a bit breathless.

“Hi.” You pause. “Um, is this a bad time?”

“No! No. Did you want to talk about something?”

“Why did you sound out of breath, then?”

There’s an awkward few seconds before he responds.

“Uh… I ran to the back room.” He sounds sheepish.

“What—are you at work?” you ask incredulously.

“Yeah.”

“Laurance! I’ll just call you later—”

“No!” He’s quick to interrupt you. “No, it’s fine. It’s only a couple of minutes before my shift ends anyways. I was in the middle of getting ready to clock out.”

“Oh.” You bite your lip, nearly dropping your phone on your face as your hands tremble.

“Did you need something?”

You swallow. “I wanted to talk.”

“Yes!” There’s a pause, before you hear him clear his throat. “I mean, yeah. Um… did you want to talk in person? Or…”

“Yeah, that would be best, I think. Do you mind driving here?”

“No, of course not,” he says, as if it were obvious. “I’ll be there in like… twenty minutes.”

“Okay. See you then,” you mutter, nervousness officially settling in your bones as the call ends.

Twenty minutes. You have twenty minutes to prepare yourself for what would be a crucial turning point for your relationship with Laurance. Not only him, but also…

You sigh, clicking back onto your contacts and staring at Gene’s name. He said he would be understanding, but the thought of letting him down after what you both experienced in the last week is guilt inducing. He’s changed. A lot.

But it’s always been Laurance.

Still, he’s been sweet and understanding to you, so the least he deserves is for you to tell him. Your heart thuds when you press call, and you lay perfectly still as the phone rings. Would he be upset?

“Hey, doll,” he greets, that confident raspiness in his tone ringing in your ears. 

“…Hey.”

“You don’t sound too happy.” His voice is light, but there’s a slight edge to it.

“I…”

“Made up your mind, huh?”

You press your lips together, closing your eyes. “Um… yeah. Yeah, I think so.”

“Hm.” He pauses. “I’m guessing based on your tone, this isn’t good news for me.”

“…I’m really sorry, Gene.”

You want to say more, but words are lost on you, fleeing from your fingertips and just out of your grasp.

“I’m not mad at you for it. You know, you’re already a lot sweeter than most people I know for going out of your way to tell me.” 

“It’s the least you deserve.”

“Oh, the least I deserve is a lot less than this.” He laughs dryly.

“If it’s okay, I’d like to still be friends with you.” You bite the inside of your cheek. Will he even want to?

There’s a short pause, before: “Of course we can. That is, if he lets you.”

“You’ve changed. I’ll tell him.”

“That doesn’t mean he has to accept it. But I appreciate that you’re so willing to stand up for me, doll.” He sighs after a second. “Hey, don’t sound so upset. If things don’t work out, or you need someone to talk to, I’ll be here. You’ll still have my number, okay? And I won’t ignore you.”

“Okay…” you murmur. “I’m sorry again, Gene.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

“Sorr—okay… I’m glad I got to know you for myself.”

He chuckles and it’s fond, light. If you’d been told Gene Hyun would be laughing like that over you a couple weeks ago, you would’ve scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“And I’m glad I got to spend time with you, sweet thing. Anyways, don’t torture yourself on this too much, okay? The choice that makes you happy is the right one… I’ll let you go, now.”

“Thank you, Gene. Bye…”

“Bye bye.”

…

Love triangles fucking suck.

☆

The next ten minutes, you decided to freshen up before Laurance gets here, and after analyzing your appearance in the mirror for another five, you decided to run out the door and wait for him on the sidewalk to spare yourself any more self-criticizing torture.

It’s less than five minutes later when the familiar hum of Laurance’s Mustang approaches, and you stand when he parks along the curb. He’s quick to get out, nearly jogging to your side with a nervous look. His hair is tousled, and he’s still wearing his work uniform, spare for his apron.

“Have you just been sitting there?” he asks, leaning in to hug you.

The action's muscle memory for him, and it’s not until he pulls away that he seems to remember the premise of you both meeting up like this, his cheeks lightly flushing. You can’t complain, though. Not when he can barely contain his feelings for you anymore. Seeing him like this is like seeing a masterpiece in a new light, one you hadn’t thought was possible for you to view.

“Yeah,” you respond after a second, shifting on your feet. “Do you… want to go on a drive and talk?”

“Yeah,” he breathes.

He backpedals to his car, opening the passenger side for you and gesturing for you to get in. You take in a quiet, deep breath before situating yourself into the seat, patiently waiting as he rounds the car to get in himself.

It smells… floral in here, you note. But not like a girl’s perfume. It’s fresh.

Laurance gets in and starts up the engine, looking at you in question. “Anywhere you wanted to go?”

You shake your head.

“I’ll just drive, then…” he says softly, vaguely looking to the backseat and back at you. “I also…”

You send a questioning look when he hesitates and looks at you through his lashes, a shy expression flashing on his features. His bangs brush over his cheekbones before he pushes them back, straightening up and biting the inside of his cheek as he leans over to grab something from behind you.

Gently, he reveals a bouquet of white tulips and purple and blue hyacinths, wrapped carefully in simple, brown paper. The amount of flowers and the way they're arranged—it couldn’t have been a cheap buy.

“I’m sorry.”

He swallows when you continue to stare at him, a quiet sigh of relief leaving his lips when you take the bouquet in your hands, settling it into your lap.

“That’s not… to pressure you. It’s to say I’m sorry,” he repeats, voice quiet.

“When did you get these?”

He looks to the street, hand tightening on the wheel as he shifts into drive. “I actually got the floral shop to hold those for me until… well, I was going to give them to you on Friday if you were still upset at me. I picked them up on the way just now.”

“I’m not upset at you, Laurance.”

His eyebrows furrow, and he glances over at you. He says nothing, but it’s clear he’s confused.

“You’ve… been avoiding me the past few days. I thought…”

“I’m just scared.”

“...Scared?” he repeats, fingers tapping on the middle console as he leans on it with his elbow. He smells faintly of coffee. “Of me?”

“Sort of.” His face winces, and you’re quick to continue. “I’m scared of how much I like you.”

He sucks in a sharp breath. “Yeah?”

There’s a deep huskiness to the response that sends blood rushing to your face, and you have to resist the urge to thrash around in your seat.

“Yeah.”

He leans back against his headrest, his chin lifting as he stares at the road. It was like the car was filling with water and he was trying his best to breathe. To focus.

He flexes his hand against the steering wheel, the other one reaching over to yours that lay in your lap. His fingers intertwine with yours, and in one smooth motion he pulls your hands up to his face, leaning in to press a searing kiss against the back of your hand. His eyes were still on the road, but his attention was fully on you.

“So, what do you want to do next?” The question is simple, but he’s leaving it up to you.

“I think… we can take it slow.” You swallow when he drags your hand across his cheek. “Because I want to date you.”

He sighs, the sound euphoric, like you’d just granted every wish he’d ever asked for. “Okay. Slow. I can do that. I want to earn your trust. Especially after the month I just put you through.”

“I put you through it, too.”

He glances at you from the corner of his eye at that.

“I… hung out with Gene despite knowing your history. I felt like I was betraying you, in a way. But I think a part of me wanted to make you… jealous.” His jaw tightens, but he squeezes your hand reassuringly. “He’s not that bad. Not like when you two were ‘friends’. He never pressured me to do anything against my will. I’m still sorry, though. Because I know it upset you more than you let on.”

The car slows, and Laurance pulls into a parking lot of a cute mom and pop diner your friend group frequents. The sky is beautiful. There's no other word for it. With the way that the sun's setting behind the building, casting a pink glow over the whole area—well, who could blame you for admiring the way it lights up the boy sitting in the driver's seat?

“Well, I made you jealous with Michi. And upset you more than you let on, too. So we’re even,” he says quietly. Once the car is safely parked, he turns to look at you and leans in closer. “And I don’t want us to start off this relationship with either of us holding that against each other. So don’t feel guilty or think that you’ve messed up anymore than I did. Because you didn’t. You didn’t owe me anything.”

His eyes are dilated, pupils swallowing the green of his eyes as they dart along your face. He's still holding your hand tightly, and now that he doesn't have to drive, the other comes up to your face, brushing a strand of hair from your face before falling to your cheek. Your heart flutters when he leans in a little closer, pressing his lips together in hesitation.

“Okay. We’re even,” you muster in response, your own eyes drifting along his face. 

The length of his eyelashes, the arch of his thick brows, the perfect shape of his nose, and the curve of his lips as he lets out a shaky breath. He swallows, leaning a little closer with a whisper of your name, his eyes desperate and pleading.

“Is this too much…?” His eyes drop to your lips, hand moving to hold the back of your head. “Do you want me to stop?”

You nearly scream, “GOD, NO!” but settle on quickly shaking your head for the sake of preserving the moment.

He takes your reaction as a green light, and there’s not a moment of hesitation before he’s closing the distance, his lips frantically on yours. Warmth spreads in your chest as he holds the back of your neck, tilting your head with an urgency to feel you close. The hand that has been tightly clasped with yours lets go, only to move to your waist and tug you closer. He huffs at the separation caused by the middle console, though seems to settle for lapping his tongue along your lips, a desperate attempt to deepen the kiss.

Woah.

You’re nothing but putty in his hold, letting him turn and tilt your head the way he likes until he takes up all your senses. 

Until you can’t breathe.

Your hand reaches up to push him away, gasping for a proper breath through your shaky lungs and heart. Regrettably, he lets you do so… But the way he pushes his head forward, eyes still hungrily set on your lips with nothing but the mind-numbing intent of feeling you close to him—you almost cave in to his wishes.

You fear that may send you into the afterlife, however, and you’re sure one more kiss from him like that would have your heart locking up straight into cardiac arrest.

“Sorry.” He pants for air, leaning in to press his forehead against yours, his hand that was clasping the back of your neck returning to gently caress your cheek. “Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I've wanted to do that for so long…”

“It’s okay. Me too…”

He smiles, leaning back with a borderline smug expression. “You look so flustered. It’s cute.”

You lean back, unable to go far with his hand still on your waist. His thumb rubs gently, reassuringly, despite the teasing twinkle returning to his eyes. The grey-green has shifted from that pained, nervous energy back to his normal mischief and bravado, causing your heart to knock against your chest in anticipation.

“Don’t run…” he whispers. “I’ve finally got you and you’re going to run away again?”

“What happened to you being nervous like you were earlier?!” you squeak, breath hitching when he leans in to press a doting kiss on your cheek.

“Who says I’m not?” he laughs, his hand on your waist returning to your hand and bringing it up to his chest. His veins are thrumming with a rapid beat underneath your fingers, and he stares at you with what you can only describe as a lovesick smile. “I’m just so happy now, I can’t help myself.”

He hesitates before pulling away from you, fixing your hair and running his finger along your jaw. 

“Alright, alright, lovely,” he whispers. “I said we would take it slow, so I’ll cut it out with the teasing.”

“Thank you…” you breathe in relief.

“For now.” He smirks.

“Laurance!”

“Do you want to go into the diner? Are you hungry?” he asks casually, gesturing to the neon light glowing against the now darkening sky.

“I could eat, I guess…” you say quietly. “I just want to spend more time with you.”

“Well, if you spend more time with me in here, you’ll be subject to making out with me more…” he trails off.

“Okay, okay! Let’s go!” You spin around, tugging the handle of the passenger door and stumbling out. You hear fond laughter behind you before Laurance gets out of the car himself, shaking his head at you. 

“First of all, don’t get out of the car without letting me open it for you. Second of all, ouch?” He pouts. “You don’t want to kiss me more?”

“It’s more like if I do kiss you anymore, I’ll faint and die, probably.”

“Well, we can’t have that…” He chuckles, strolling to meet you in front of his car. “If my girlfriend died as soon as we got together, that would be quite devastating.”

“Girlfriend?”

He softens on his teasing again, nodding slowly and watching your expression, gauging your reaction. “Yeah… is that too much?”

“No. I don’t mind it. We already have had a ‘talking stage’, right…?” You nod, rocking on your feet. “I mean, we’re best friends.”

“Then why do you look so nervous all of a sudden?” he asks quietly. “You can tell me anything…”

“Well, we’ve just never been together like this before. I’m not sure how to talk on a date…” you murmur, suddenly feeling a bit silly at your hesitation and leaning into him. “If that’s what this is.”

He shakes his head, leaning down to hook his arms around your waist and pull you into him for a tight hug. He sucks in a deep breath before sighing, as if breathing you in, and then pulls back just enough to look at you.

“Who says it has to be any different from when we normally talked before?” He gives a lopsided grin. “It’s just me, silly girl. Now I just get to kiss you and give you compliments whenever I want. Which will be all the time.”

“Oh, yeah.”

Of course. You already know each other. This didn’t have to be awkward. Because you know his favorite color is green. You know he aspires to go to culinary school and open a restaurant someday. You were there for his terrible dye job his freshman year, and you've caught him a million times in school, twirling his pencil between his fingers when he’s deep in thought. Not to mention how you've been victim to physical touch as his love language for years, now.

“Oh,” he whispers, “and I’ll be taking you out on much better dates than this.”

You melt into his arms, sighing softly. It’s just Laurance. And it always will be him.

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You bounce your leg as you stare forward at the board, listening to your teacher drone on about the creative writing essay due next week. It feels like you’re back to a few weeks ago when this all started, your heart heavy as you think of the picture stored in your phone. Telling Laurance in person was the better way, but it was torture having to keep it to yourself—even now as his presence lingers behind you. 

Finally, the bell rings, and you’re quick to gather your things, standing and walking to his desk before he can get up. Before she can snatch him up from the doorway with a high pitched squeak of his name, stealing his attention. He’s slumped over, leg bouncing as he shoves his notebooks into his backpack.

“I need to talk to you.”

Laurance’s head practically snaps towards you, nearly dropping his bag and fumbling with the strap before giving up and letting it softly fall on the tile. 

“Hey,” he breathes, before clearing his throat when your serious greeting registers in his head. “What, um… talk to me about what? Is it something serious?”

You nod. “Mhm. But… later. Can I talk to you after your practice today?”

He blinks, slowly putting the rest of his books away before standing and slinging his bag over his shoulder. He bites his cheek, nodding as he looks down at you in concern. “I mean, yeah. But I have after school practice for like, an hour. Are you sure you want to wait on me?”

You nod, and he sucks in a sharp breath. 

“Alright.” He pauses before his eyes start to brew, his eyes almost appearing more grey than green as a frown forms on his features. “You’re not in trouble or anything, right? Did he—“

“No. It’s not about him.”

This throws Laurance off, his frown falling into confusion. “Okay…”

“Later.” You suck in a breath, looking to the doorway as Michi enters the room. Her eyes narrow as they scan across the room, completely skipping over your presence, before a small smile graces her lips when they land on the boy next to you. She glides up to Laurance’s side with a giggle, fingers curling around his arm.

“Hey, teddy bear,” she greets him, leaning up to kiss his cheek and pulling his arm into her chest. He cringes, and it looks like it physically hurts to tear his concerned gaze from you to the girl next to him. Her eyes flick to you, her energy shifting to something less friendly. “Oh. Hi.”

You don’t respond, face set in a stony expression as you turn away and walk out of the classroom.

☆

You cross your arms as you sit on the bleachers, squinting against the afternoon sun as you watch Laurance make his way through a drill, his muscles flexing as his legs skillfully maneuver the soccer ball into the goal. He smiles through a shimmer of sweat, clapping cheerfully before circling around to the start again.

His head turns your way and he smiles wider, pointing at you and waving. You manage a half smile and wave back, before sighing and leaning back on your hands. You miss when you would do this before, waiting on the boy for your study sessions together and laughing when he’d purposefully goof off in practice for your entertainment, only to get in trouble with his coach. You were almost banned from watching practice due to being a distraction to the captain.

How had it changed so suddenly?

You remember the giddy fluttering in your lungs when he’d dedicate a goal to you, sending a wink your way when he’d make it. When he’d run up to you after the team was dismissed, chasing you down and pulling you into a hug as you whined and complained about how sweaty he was.

You thought at the time that maybe… just maybe he liked you back. It almost felt like you two were already dating at times. 

But then, why was it that he started dating Michi?

You two needed to talk. It was dumb of both of you to hold it off for this long, and it would be dumber to stay non confrontational for any longer.

You’d been quiet for two years, and you’ve learned your lesson by now.

“Oh… you’re here.”

The raspy voice startles you, and you turn to find Michi there, her arms crossed as she stares at you. You stare back, watching as she blows a kiss to Laurance and wave, looking at you from the corner of her eye and crossing her arms as she leans on the railing. You watch as he stumbles, his smile awkward and bordering on concern before he turns his attention to practice again.

“Do you have a problem with that?” you ask, shrugging your shoulders.

She shrugs back, this time fully looking at you. She’s gorgeous, really. Sharp green eyes and smooth, tan skin. Her hair's styled in loose curls that perfectly frame her face.

You know you initially hadn't liked her out of jealousy. Because she does look good next to Laurance. She could get him, or honestly any other guy if she tried. Maybe you had been too harsh on her because of this. Maybe after a while you could’ve accepted their relationship and moved on. But now, she’s given you a reason to not accept it. And you sure as hell won’t.

“Do you have a problem with me?” She stands straighter, her eyes narrowing at you.

You realize she’s reflecting the expression you were giving her, and you roll your shoulders back, fixing your face.

“I do.”

“Oh, really?” She rolls her tongue over the inside of her cheek, tilting her head.

“Are you here for Laurance?” You’ll just cut to the chase. “Or the teammate he’s talking to right now?”

“Huh?” She frowns, turning to look at Laurance giving a pep talk to the very boy from the party.

He was so unaware of what happened, and that teammate was talking to Laurance like he wasn’t making out with his girlfriend this weekend. You clench your fists, watching as Laurance encourages the other boy enthusiastically.

Michi looks back at you, slowly crossing her arms with a realization settling over her features. She’s strangely calm, but there’s a hard set in her jaw that reveals more than she probably intends. 

“What are you trying to say?”

You sigh, pulling out your phone. But when you've finally opened the picture, you hesitate. Is she the type of girl to get physical over something like this? Will she try to spin it on you? You glance over at Laurance, his oblivious smile blinding you even from your seat up in the bleachers.

Michi sucks in a breath when you turn your phone to her, and she looks off in what you think could be shame. 

“I’m saying I know what you did.” You swallow, fingers tightening around your phone. “And no matter whatever underlying feelings may be involved, you cheated on one of my best friends.”

She’s quiet, face set in a black expression as she stares at nothing. So you keep going.

“Why? You have one of the most popular, handsome, genuinely good guys to date in this school and you cheat on him with his own teammate?” you grit.

“Why would I be loyal, when all he does is stare at you?” she quips back, eyes defeated and arms tightening around her.

You blink, mouth going dry.

“…What?”

She looks over at the team, her nose wrinkling. “He’s obsessed with you. Don’t act dumb; there's no way you haven't realized it.”

Obsessed?

When you don’t respond, she scoffs, rolling her head back to you. “Oh wow, you really are dumb.”

“Excuse—“

“You’re all he’s interested in. He’s been talking about you and how pissed he is that Gene’s been ‘leeching’ onto you for the past week.” She shakes her head at your confused expression. “And he stares at you like you hung the damn moon in the sky any time you’re in the room.”

Your mouth hangs open, a strangled, slightly embarrassing noise leaving your lips before you snap it shut. If you weren’t shocked by the complete switch up in the conversation, you’d probably be on the ground, face dark red.

The annoyance leaves Michi’s face as she sighs, looking down and tapping her toe on the seat in front of her. “I can’t be that annoyed. We started dating because he complained to me about how girls wouldn’t leave him alone. I suggested I could date him for fun and so he wouldn’t have to deal with running away from them anymore.”

You bite your lip, looking down. Dating without any actual feelings. That’s so… unlike him.

“He hesitated,” she continues, dragging her heel across the metal below her. “And I said he should just let loose and have some fun. We would just date casually. He said it wasn’t his style, but he seemed desperate. Apparently a girl tried to follow him into the locker rooms alone and that's when he snapped.”

That’s bordering sexual harassment.

Why didn’t he tell you any of this? Weren’t the two of you close enough that he’d confide in you over Michi, who he wasn’t that close with? Did… you somehow value your friendship more than he did, despite all his declarations that you were one of the few he was truly close with? You ignore the pang of hurt building in your chest, focusing on Michi as she keeps talking.

“I… I think he’s cute. And he is nice. But he seemed so hesitant to be close with me, or even kiss me when I tried. I’ll admit, I was desperate for attention, and—“ she sighs, cutting off her train of thought and shaking her head. “I get attached to people in weird ways. I don’t actually love him, I don’t think. But I at least like him enough to want him to pay attention to me. And I could tell he wanted you more. Even if he denied it.”

You crack your mouth open, voice hoarse as you mutter the only thing you can think to say. “I’m sorry.”

She purses her lips, nodding.

“It’s fine. It’s my fault for forcing him to stay.”

“Forcing him?”

“I kept smothering him with love and attention, thinking maybe he’d feel guilty about how attached I was to him, and it would keep him from breaking up with me, I guess?” She laughs dryly. “Then I cheated because I realized it wouldn’t work, and his heart was elsewhere. I know it’s not fair to him, because he’s not the type of guy to cheat on me, even if he didn’t like me. So it wasn’t even like I was getting back at him. But in the moment, I guess I wanted to feel… wanted. Even though that guy doesn’t actually care about me, and just wanted a hot girl to make out with at some party.”

She stops her monologue, and the two of you sit in silence as your brain tries to unpack that information. 

“You deserve better than to put yourself through all that, Michi,” you finally murmur. “I… was wrong for disliking you so much just because you started dating him. I’m still upset that you cheated on him, because he’s my friend, but I’m sorry everything turned out this way.”

“It’s not your fault. I’m not mad at you.” She dismisses your guilty confession with a wave of her hand. “I don’t necessarily like you or think we should be friends, but I don’t blame you for being the one he’s into. This was on me and Laurance. But mostly it was me for letting myself get toxic like that… I don’t deserve him, anyways. You do.”

For how immature—and almost childish—she seems to present herself to others, Michi's... strangely self aware.

“Michi… I think you’re really beautiful. I’m sure there’s tons of people who are wishing for a shot with you. You don’t have to beg for attention from people who weren’t willing to give it to you in the first place.” Her eyes widen, features softening as she looks down at her feet. “And I can tell you don’t think you’re a good person, but I know you can be a good person.”

She’s silent at that, still as a statue and eyes clouded over in deep thought. The only noise in the moment was the sound of the coach’s whistle blowing.

“One, two, three, Phoenixes!” the deep voices of the soccer team bellow.

“You’re right,” Michi finally says, looking back up at you in what you think is… acceptance. “I know what I’ll do now.”

“…What?”

She gives you a dry smile, turning to look at Laurance as he approaches with a confused, nervous look, his own smile forced.

“Um, hey.”

“We’re done. It was fun while it lasted,” Michi casually says, getting up from where she leaned on the railing.

Laurance blinks, looking purely baffled as his mouth gapes open. “W-what?”

Michi turns to you.

“You’ll look cute together. I think you’re beautiful, too.”

You feel a sense of guilt when you watch her swiftly turn away, walking off before Laurance could say another word. You can’t believe you were so envious of her. She’s just a teenage girl who doesn’t quite understand how to love; not others, and not really herself either.

“What… was that about…?”

Laurance’s voice pulls you back, and you realize this next talk will be much, much harder than the one you just had. Still, you steady yourself, tapping on the seat next to you in invitation.

“Ready to talk?”

“I… okay?” He shifts on his feet before taking the seat next to you. “I’m guessing the talk has to do with why I was just broken up with?”

You press your lips together, nodding. “It sure does.”

He leans forward on his elbows, eyes searching yours and eyebrows scrunched up as he waits for you to continue. Really and truly, he doesn’t seem upset that he was just dumped. He seems more confused than anything. You might as well just tell him, then…

“She cheated.”

His mouth parts, confusion melting and leaving another expression in its place, though you can't read what it is.

“Huh?”

You sigh, unlocking your phone and turning the screen for him to see the picture. He stares at it, blinking before slowly nodding, his lips set in a stern line. You think he’s angry for a second, but he seems to let it go within seconds.

“Oh.” He releases a sigh, shoulders dropping and brows slowly furrowing. A few seconds pass before his eyes trail back up to you. “…How did you get this picture?”

You ignore his question, heart thudding at the thought of that confrontation. “You don’t seem too upset at this news.”

He swallows, staring at you. “You’re avoiding my question.”

“And you’re avoiding mine.”

His head falls and he leans to rest his elbows on his knees, a deep sigh leaving his lips. “...How do you think I should react?”

Your stomach churns, a nervous sensation making you want to hurl spinning up your throat and making your head spin. Just rip the bandaid off.

“Michi told me that she thinks you like me.”

There’s a sharp, quiet gasp that pulls in through his tense lips, his whole body going rigid. You feel sicker the longer that the silence strains on between you two, every second feeling like an hour as you observe his reaction. The way his Adam’s apple bobs. How his hands wring together, his knuckles white. As you’re wishing you could see his eyes, he shows them to you, an intensity swirling in them that almost makes you choke on your own breath.

“And if I did?”

You hold your breath, trying to steady your reaction. “Then I’d question why you dated Michi in the first place.”

“You seem like you already know.” He leans closer. “I saw you both talking. So you should know that we don’t like each other.”

“She liked you,” you whisper. “That wasn’t fair to her.”

His eyes drop, his mouth curling down as a guilty expression crosses over his face. “She liked the idea of me. She liked my attention. It was a shallow relationship. I hate that. And all I wanted was—”

He cuts himself off, standing and running his hands through his messy hair, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“...Me?” You’re barely conscious of the words coming out of your mouth.

Fuck. Why do you feel a spark of hope?

He bites his lip, moving to sit backwards on the bleacher seat in front of you, his eyes wide, almost pleading as he looks up at you. “What do you want the result of this conversation to be?”

Leftover sweat from his practice beads on his hairline, his skin sheening that gorgeous olive color as the sun hits it. His muscles are so tense, as if another word from you could make them snap like a rubber band. His jaw visibly clenches as his fingers twitch towards you, before he balls them into tight fists by his knees. Your name leaves his lips—soft, desperate, a little pathetically so—and you realize you have to answer.

What do you want?

You’ve wanted Laurance for years now. But is everything that's happened too much? If you tell him you want to be with him, will it work out? Or will it break your heart even more? The hesitation stemming from your fear renders you silent.

“Please tell me.” He flexes his hands. “Because I’ve been a total fucking idiot, and I’d rather not lose you over being stupid again. So please tell me what you want. Do you… do you like me, too?”

Too.

“If you like me, then why?” You force the words from your lips, hating how your nose pricks and frustrated tears threaten your eyes. You blink. “Why would you date her instead of coming to me? I don’t understand.”

“Because—” He lowers his head, groaning as he reaches out for your hands. You didn’t realize they'd been shaking until they’re clasped between his stronger ones. “Because I… I couldn’t stand the thought of finally asking you out with an excuse like that.”

“So you used her?”

“No! No.” His face flashes with hurt. “Do you really think I would do something like that?”

You don’t. But can you trust your own point of view anymore? Laurance presses his lips together, eyebrows furrowing and lips shaking before he continues.

“I wasn’t thinking. I… was so desperate to find any reason to get those girls that wouldn’t leave me alone away from me and I made a rash decision.” He rubs a hand over his mouth. “I regretted it almost immediately. And I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I went to break up with her the very next day after agreeing to the stupid… arrangement, but she… she was already attached to me and—I felt bad. I felt like I’d trapped myself in my own prison.”

He clenches his jaw in frustration. “It’s so stupid.”

Michi did admit she guilt-tripped him, and you thought that Laurance would be honest enough to stand up and cut it off before it began. But you hadn’t considered that maybe he was also going through a rough time that skewed his decisions. Like how this whole situation skewed yours, and you ran off with Gene…

“You didn’t tell me about the girls,” you murmur quietly. “Michi said someone tried to follow you into the locker room?”

“Among other things.”

“…Why didn’t you tell me? You could tell her, but not your own best friend?” You can’t mask the hurt in your tone, and you see Laurance recoil.

“N-no! Of course I trust you! You and Garroth are the people who know the most about me.” 

“Yet…?”

He bites his cheek, and you feel his fingers drift along your calves as he leans forward. There’s a look of what you think is shame swirling in his eyes, and it was like he was leaning closer for your comfort.

“I act confident, but… I don’t actually know how to talk to girls. I act all smooth as a front, but when it comes to confrontation. I was… embarrassed. I mean, why couldn’t I handle it myself? Have a backbone?” He sucks in a breath, looking down in what you know now is definitely shame. “I don’t want to look weak in front of you. And I sure as hell didn’t want you to think I was telling you what happened because I liked their attention or something and—and make you think I would pay attention to any of them but—“

You stop his rambling, shaking your head.

“I wouldn’t have thought that. You don't have to be confident and sure of yourself all the time, Laurance. Not for me. Not for anyone else. You were being harassed. It’s… an uncomfortable situation.” You take a breath, taking in his stunned silence. “It hurt me more to find out you were hiding this from me. And that you sought out another girl over me.”

“I didn’t seek her out! She asked me what was wrong and… I don’t know why, but I just… started venting. I didn’t choose her over you, I could never. You don’t understand—“ he groans, smothering his face into his hands, and a whine of your name escapes through his fingers. “I’m a fucking idiot. And I was… I am so scared to lose you. Can’t you see that? I’m so scared to mess anything up with you, because you make me more nervous than anything! It feels like my veins are going to burst anytime you give me attention. And not only that, you’re one of my best friends. You’re incredible. If I lost you in both ways, I’d… I’d lose it. I like to think I’m a little more mature than other guys, but you make me act like I fell on my head too hard.”

The Laurance Zvahl? Felt awkward around you? He was, in a sense, so flustered around you that it scared him? 

“And I thought if I figured out how to let Michi down, things would be normal between us and I could properly ask you out,” he continues. “But then you started hanging out with—”

You hold your breath when he stops rambling.

He looks back up at you, his hands shaky and cheeks dusted red, his eyes swirling with distress with that grey-green shade. “With Gene.”

Your heart rate was already skyrocketing, but you swear it stutters before speeding up again at a pace that definitely isn't good for your health.

“Where did you get that picture?”

You swallow. “From him.”

“…Were you there?” he breathes. “With him? Did he make you go with him?”

“He didn’t make me.”

His eyes flash with emotion before he screws them shut. “So you were there.”

Your silence speaks more than anything, and you have to keep yourself from jumping when he slumps forward, his forehead landing on your knees. Your eyes nervously scan the field, only to see the soccer team has long since left for the day.

“Do you… do you like him?” he mutters, his voice weak. He sounds like he’s going to be sick.

“I…” Your mouth goes dry. “Laurance—“

“Do you like me?”

You sputter. “What?”

He shifts his head up, his chin resting on your leg. His eyebrows are twisted up into a painful expression, his breaths shaking.

“Just tell me,” he whispers. “Do you like me or him more?”

“I…” you start, feeling panic creeping up from your fingertips, your skin buzzing where he touched. “I’m… this was a lot of information to take in. I don’t… I have to think.”

His face tenses before he straightens up, looking down and slowly nodding. “Yeah. I’m sorry, I just… I’ve liked you a lot. For years.”

“You never said anything."

“You didn’t, either.”

“I didn’t know.”

“Yeah… I didn’t either.” His voice is melancholic.

Slowly, surely, he stands, hands clasping around your arms and pulling you up with him and into his embrace. He smells faintly of the soccer field turf, mixed with his sandalwood and cinnamon-scented cologne. It's so familiar, and yet at the same time it's not. The hug feels strangely foreign; nothing like the ones you've shared before. It's full of longing, full of palpable regret that makes your chest ache, a radiating feeling caused and cured by the boy in front of you. His shoulders shudder as he presses his lips to your hairline, his grip unrelenting as he prolongs the moment. He relishes in it.

“I’m so sorry. Please,” he shakily whispers into your hair. “Please, even if you don’t choose me… promise we’ll still be friends.”

“Of course we will, Laurance," you murmur into his neck. "You don't have to ask. You never had to."

His head lowers, forehead pressing against yours. Your breath hitches when his uneven breaths brush against your face, his nose lightly bumping into your own. He swallows, and you almost gasp when he leans in. But the feeling of his lips against yours doesn’t come. He stops himself, grimacing and huffing out a struggling breath from his nose.

“I promise to accept whatever you decide,” he murmurs, pulling his face away from you with a pained expression. “I won’t pressure you. I won’t… I won’t bother you. Just as long as we’re still close. I’ll find a way to accept it. For you.”

You hate it—the vulnerable, insecure look on his face. This isn't the Laurance who'd tease you with a suave comment and look in class, or make a silly joke just for the sake of earning a laugh from you. But he's still encouraging you to do what makes you happy, even if it hurts him. And it makes you want to comfort him, even if the building storm of emotions in your own head is overwhelming.

Rocking onto your toes, you lean up, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek. His eyes widen a fraction, a flush brushing over his cheeks. The tense, upset expression on his face lightens up a little, and he sighs quietly.

“Thank you.” The two words of gratitude from your lips are simple, but earnest, and he nods in return.

“Anything for you.”

𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ☆ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄

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𝐖𝐂: ~2.2k

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑: @arienic

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 | 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

What are you doing?

The distant thumping of a speaker's bass can be heard from the street as you step out of Sasha’s car. You pull down the hem of your dress, staring at the shadows of many bodies through the window curtains. With the way they're all swaying and stumbling around, it seems like no one in the house is sober.

“This is not your scene,” you scream in your head. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Still, you allow Gene to put his arm around you, his outfit incorporating the same shades of blue as yours as he confidently strolls up the sidewalk with you. He doesn’t even bother knocking—though you suppose there’s no point, since the music and shouts coming from inside would probably drown out the sound anyways. 

You’re immediately hit with the stench of alcohol, cigarettes, and weed, making you wrinkle your nose and turn your face into Gene’s side. A few people seem to recognize the trio, some reacting with a glare and turning away, while others drunkenly cheer, raising their red solo cups into the air.

You’re glad that you don’t immediately recognize most of these people. Maybe some were in college, or they went to different schools. You really hope that if you see anyone you recognize they'd be too drunk to remember seeing you.

After all, you didn’t tell anyone you would be here. You'd avoided your friends' questions about Gene for the rest of the week, and you sure as hell didn’t tell your parents what you were up to, either. The only people who knew about where you really were tonight were Gene, Sasha, and Zenix—which, now as you’re guided through an irresponsible crowd of inebriated people, you realize may have been really, really stupid. It’s amazing the kind of decisions you can make when you’re upset and not in your right mind. If you were faced with yourself from a year ago, or even a month ago, she would be screaming at you.

“You alright?” Gene leans down, murmuring directly into your ear, squeezing your shoulder.

You swallow, shrugging as you look around, feeling out of place. Maybe if you were as drunk as the people around you, you wouldn’t care. But being sober made you feel even more out of place than you already did. You didn’t even think about this factor—and Gene was sure to reassure you that drinking wasn’t necessary—but how else were you supposed to have fun at a function like… this?

Gene pulls you back as two guys nearly knock you over, the two attempting to tackle the other as a drunk girl yells at them. You honestly can’t tell if she wants them to stop or keep going with the stupid smile on her face.

There’s a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder, and you’re guided to the kitchen, where bottles of liquor and a mysterious looking bowl of punch are scattered across a dirty counter. Thankfully, it’s less crowded here, and you look to Gene for guidance as he navigates to an unopened Sprite bottle, grabbing two solo cups and pouring some in each, before turning to you and handing one over.

“You’re not going to drink?”

He shakes his head. “I’ve done enough of making myself look stupid at places like this. I’ve gotta get you home safe, too, doll. And I can’t quite trust Sasha to stay true to her vow of being the DD. Trust me, I’ve been stranded before because of those two idiots.”

“Oh.”

He smiles, raising his eyebrows. “Did you want to drink?”

You look at your feet, shifting on them before looking around.

Gene leans down. “Don’t feel like you have to.”

“Well,” you start, eyebrows furrowing as you look around. All these people are on a completely different planet from you, “maybe just a little. I don’t want to get drunk, though. Just a little tipsy.”

He nods, turning and picking up a bottle of Vodka, unscrewing it and—after sniffing it, taking a quick taste test, and grimacing, he pours a little into your cup. “Yup, that sure is vodka. Disgusting as shit, but pure vodka. Doesn’t seem like anyone put anything in it, but wait a few minutes; if I pass out, don’t drink it.”

You stare down at your drink like he’s just spit in it. “You think someone drugged it?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time… I’ve had to beat the shit out of a few guys before. Ones that were older than me, too.”

You raise your eyebrows at him.

“What?” he scoffs. “I’ve been pretty a shitty guy in the past, but I’m not evil.”

You clear your throat, looking back down at the drink.

“Just… drink that super slowly," he tells you. "I only put about half a shot in there but I get the feeling you’ve never drank before. I don’t need you tripping out on me, okay?”

Once he gets a nod of confirmation from you, he pulls you under his arm again, beginning to wander again and continuing to talk, attempting to reassure you through his casual demeanor. “Now let’s go be entertained by people acting like fools.”

And entertained you were—at least, you think so. It was kind of fun, especially when you were shielded by Gene as you looked around. It felt like you were simply spectating a moment of chaos, and chaos it was. From dancing on tables and boisterous laughing, it was hard to keep up—and your eyes darted every which way every second to try and make sense of the nonsensical. It was hard to imagine Gene even younger doing these things, considering that he’s apparently formed the Shadow Knight “gang” as a freshman. What led him to this crowd, you wonder…?

Without thinking, you take a swig of your drink, nearly choking when the unmixed vodka that still sat at the top hit your tongue. The dry, bitter liquid nearly had you gagging, and it left a strange burning sensation down your throat when you swallowed. A vibration of a chuckle comes from Gene, and he leans down to smile at you, his amusement clear.

“How’d that taste?”

“Terrible.”

“Good. Don’t drink it quickly, then.”

You glance up at him, confusion muddling your features. You’d heard so many stories and gotten intel on so many experiences—and not good ones—that people had with him, yet he treated you so… different. Was it just you? Or was Sasha really right? Had he changed…?

“Oh, shit. Look who it is, doll.”

Following his line of sight, your eyes widen to see a familiar meif’wa, her lilac and bleached hair a mess as she spins with a drink in hand.

Michi?

Your face pales as you try to piece together what you're seeing. If she was here… was Laurance also here? He never seemed to be the party type, and he sure as hell had talked enough about Gene and the things he got him into for you to know he wouldn’t be in a place like this. Yet, here his girlfriend was. Does that mean he's here, too? Did Laurance also change, and was he… doing things with Michi and…

Suddenly you feel dreadful again, and you try and take a step back—only for Gene to stop you. Why can’t you leave? If they're here together, you can't watch them be together like this.

“I want to go,” you insist, turning your face away and trying to pull yourself from him.

“No, look,” he says, his tone serious.

You shake your head, and you watch him pull his phone out for a split moment before pocketing it, gesturing for you to turn your head, looking down at you intently.

“You want to see this. I promise.” He nudges you, gesturing his head forward.

He’s so sure in what he says, that for some reason you believe him. Reluctantly turning, you see her again. But, not with Laurance, no. Instead, her arms are wrapped around another boy from the soccer team—a senior, you recognize—and she leans up to press her lips and body against his, making them both stumble to the wall.

Your jaw drops.

Holy shit. It’s barely been over half a month, and she’s cheating on him. On Laurance.

Even if she hadn’t stolen him from you and you never had a crush on him, she's still cheating on your friend. But she did steal him from you, and now she was doing this to him behind his back?

“I don’t have the best relationship with Laurance, but that’s fucked,” Gene murmurs in your ear disapprovingly.

You grit your teeth, and the heat that had settled in your throat and stomach from the vodka spreads into your veins. It's unlike you to be confrontational enough to start a fight, but the temptation to walk over to her and say something's thrumming in your head.

Speaking of thrumming, you’re starting to feel a little strange.

Your feet are led through the house again, and suddenly a cool wave of night air hits your face, freeing you from the suffocating stench in the house. When you look up, a few people are strewn out across the backyard, staring up at the sky and giggling to themselves.

Ah, so this is where the chill crowd went.

Gene taps your shoulder, guiding you to sit and making you face him. The look in his eyes is… strange, reserved, like he was seeing something in the future that you couldn’t quite picture yet. That smirk is still on his face, though, even if it didn’t fully reach his eyes.

“You okay there, doll? Don’t tell me a couple sips of that drink took you out already.”

“What? No, I only had one sip…”

He raises his eyebrows, bemused. “No, I definitely saw you have more than one sip.”

You look up, surprised when your brain lags behind and the porch light swirls in your vision.

“Oh.”

He chuckles fondly. “Yeah, ‘Oh’ is right.”

You look down at your lap, staring at your cup as you think back to moments prior. Despite how you were sure the alcohol in your veins was supposed to make you silly and happy, you can’t help but still feel upset.

“You gonna tell him?”

You whip your head up to him, the steady, sober look in the deep blue of his irises comforting. He pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, placing one between his lips and whipping out a lighter. Looking over at you, he seems to search for your permission, wanting to know if you were okay with this. Dumbly, you nod.

He flicks the lighter, taking in his first drag and turning to puff the smoke out away from you. “Sorry, nervous habit.”

“What are you nervous about?” you murmur.

“...Nothing,” he mutters, looking away. For a moment, he seems conflicted about something, then he looks back at you. “You didn’t answer my question.”

You blink. “I have to tell him. He’s my friend.”

“Good.” He nods, pulling out his phone and clicking something, before turning the screen to you.

It was very clear evidence of Michi’s cheating, the picture Gene took undeniable to anyone who saw it. You watch as he swipes up, sending it to you with a click before pocketing it again.

“Well, there’s your chance to be with him.”

You’re left gaping.

“Why?”

“Hm?” He raises a brow.

“Why are you helping Laurance?” You shake your head, eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinted. “And why are you helping me get with him?”

“Well, I hate cheaters. My dad did it to my mom and left me and Dante. Despite what many people think of me I still have some basic morals, you know? Even if I’ve done some other… questionable shit.”

You stare at him; he takes another drag of his cigarette.

“Plus,” he looks over at you, a lazy smile on his lips, “If I have you, I want you to really choose me. I know you’re still into him, and… I’ve learned my lesson with forcing relationships that weren’t meant to be. I really do like you, sweetie, but I won’t beg for you to stay if it’s not what you want. That’s not how I do things.”

“Gene…”

“Yeah, I know, I know. I’m being sappy as fuck. You better not tell anyone about this. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.” He waves his hand, turning and looking down as he puts out his cigarette. He looks melancholic, and you want to reach out and hug him, but you find yourself frozen in place.

With a sheepish clear of his throat, he stands again, reaching out for your hands and helping you to your feet.

“Are you okay?” you can’t help but blurt, looking up at him as he smiles down at you. It’s not the usual confident grin or stupidly cocky smirk you're used to seeing, but instead a soft pull of his lips.

“I’m fine,” he reassures, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “I think I’ve had my fun here, though. So why don’t we track down Sasha and Zenix and get out of here before it gets too late, hm? You need some time to… think. Okay?”

“Yeah…” you whisper, nodding numbly. “Okay.”

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𝐖𝐂: ~5.1k

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑: @arienic

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 | 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

Gene: I’m here Gene: Wya? You: I think I see you just wait there

You get up from the park bench, walking along the sidewalk to your ride, trying to keep your jaw from dropping as you stare at Gene’s familiar figure. He rests on his sports bike, black helmet visor lifted as he squints down at his phone.

“I didn’t know you had a motorcycle.”

He looks up at you, eyebrow raising as he looks you over. “You look cute. Why did you insist on me picking you up here instead of your place?”

“Because I don’t want to be investigated if my parents see a guy pick me up alone. Especially if they see me getting on a motorcycle,” you scoff. “I wouldn’t even make it out of the house.”

He smirks. “Fair enough.”

Despite your internal conflict and the weird tension with Laurance yesterday, you're surprised at how willing you were to come along with Gene today. Maybe a part of you craved the adrenaline rush of doing what you weren’t supposed to after all the years of being the “good kid”. Maybe you were, embarrassingly, doing it out of spite because of current circumstances. And maybe this was dumb. But you can’t deny the giddy excitement you felt knowing you probably weren’t supposed to be doing this.

He picks up an extra helmet from his bike and  lifts it up to you with one hand. With the other, he pushes his visor back down. “Here,” he says. “Put this on.”

“Honestly, I’m kind of surprised you wear a helmet,” you remark, taking the helmet from him.

He snorts. “I may break the rules but I’m not fucking stupid.”

You take a moment to examine the helmet before sliding it over your head, internally groaning at how this was most definitely going to ruin your hair. Once it’s on, you take a step forward so you can get on the bike behind him, only to be stopped by his hand darting out to your waist.

“Did you fasten it?”

Your hands raise to the helmet in confusion. “…No.”

Still sitting on the bike, Gene pulls you towards him, one of his hands moving under your chin where the helmet strap is. One-handed, he tugs the strap tight, his other hand tapping your side once he's done.

“Okay. Now sit as close as you can behind me and wrap your arms around me tight. Got it?”

You nod, doing as he told you to and sliding onto the seat behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging onto him like a backpack snug on his back.

“Ready, doll?”

You nod again.

“I need an actual yes, sweetie.”

You sigh, before leaning forward and confirming with a “Yes.”

Whether it’s adrenaline or anxiety coursing through your body, you’re unsure. But it’s a bit too late to back down when he flicks up the kickstand with his foot and revs up the bike, taking off into the street.

If anyone that you knew saw you right now, you’re sure they’d either assume you were coerced into this, or that you finally lost your mind.

Maybe it’s the latter, because feeling Genes muscles shift under your arms and the wind brushing through your clothes and against your skin was… making you feel giddy. You’re having fun, you realize, and as the motorcycle picks up speed you realize something else: despite the fact that you’re letting a senior delinquent pick you up on one of the most dangerous vehicles to ride, you completely trust that he'll keep you safe.

Every now and then he reaches for your hand—secured on his waist—and squeezes it in what you think is a way to check on you, and so despite the intimate nature of it, you link your fingers with his and squeeze back, earning yourself a satisfied chuckle that rumbles from his back against your chest. The entire ordeal has your ears warming and face flushing. By the time you get to the mall and have to dismount the bike, you're debating just leaving the helmet on forever, for fear that you're completely flushed underneath.

Still, Gene unlatches it for you and gently pulls it off your head, doing the same for himself and placing both on the bike. He pushes the sleeves of his flannel up before turning around, and you can't help but linger on his surprisingly strong forearms. He reaches out to ruffle your hair.

“Having fun so far?” He smirks, leaning down to meet your gaze. 

You swallow, realizing he’d just caught you clearly ogling him, and there’s a deep, primal urge to scream. Executing a little more self control than you had yesterday, you allow yourself to nod. 

“Yeah.” You smile, crossing your arms and attempting to distract the attention from you. “Do you ride around a lot?”

He seems satisfied with your reaction, straightening up and nodding for you to follow him.

“Yeah. When I can, at least. I got it recently, so I don’t want to run it into the ground just yet, you know? I had the money to buy it, but whether I have the money or not to repair it is…” He makes a face, gritting his teeth. The expression is kind of… cute. “And, uh, my mom was not too happy about me buying it.”

“Hm? Why not?”

He snorts. “It’s dangerous. Plus, she’s worried Dante will want to get one, too.”

“Ah,” you hum, your friend’s face popping into your head. Aside from their looks, Dante and Gene seem so different that you forget they're brothers half of the time. “Do you want him to get one?”

“Honestly?” He tilts his head, pondering on your question. “No. I’ve done and currently am doing a lot of really dumb shit that I don’t want Dante doing.”

“Dumb shit, huh?”

He smirks, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “Say that again?”

“…Dumb shit?” you mutter in confusion, earning a quiet laugh from him.

“Has anyone told you that the cuss words that come from such an innocent face like yours is funny?” he snickers.

“Wh—huh?”

“Say another one.”

You blink at his request. “Um, the fuck?”

He tilts his head back, fully laughing this time. “Oh, that’s actually adorable!”

“Shut up.” You look away, an embarrassed flush rushing over your cheeks.

“Aw, come on, doll, I mean it in the best way,” he insists. You're not inclined to believe him when an amused smile's still plastered on his plump lips. His hand lands on the small of your back. “Hey, you hungry?”

You bite your cheek. Well, you haven't eaten since lunch, and today's choices in the cafeteria were honestly not very satisfactory.

“Sure. I could eat something. I didn’t eat much at lunch, anyways.”

“Let’s go, then,” he says, steering the two of you to a familiar café.

Oh, shit.

The café Laurance works at. Was he on today?

You stumble your steps, swallowing nervously. “On second thought…”

Gene glances over at you, eyebrow quirked as he continues guiding you forward. “You just said you didn’t eat much today.”

“I’m actually not that hungry…” you laugh awkwardly, panic seeping into your bones the closer you make it to the doorway.

“You just said you could eat something.”

“But I don’t—”

“Don’t want Laurance to see us?” Gene leans over with a wide, shit-eating grin, and you can’t help the way your jaw drops and eyes widen. “Why not? If he’s here then this is a perfect opportunity for you to get back at him, no?”

It’s too late to argue further when he continues encouraging you into the cafe, and, oh! What better is your luck than to see the very boy you were worried about behind the counter!

“Oh, this’ll be fun,” Gene muses, flashing Laurance a cocky grin when the boy looks up, his eyes widening at the sight of you both.

Gene’s steps don’t falter as he parades the two of you right up to the register, his head tilting almost mockingly at the soccer captain on the other side. Laurance's eyes jump from Gene to you and you to Gene, gaping for a moment before he snaps his mouth shut. His nostrils flare, clenching his jaw.

“Laurance.”

“Gene.”

If a sinkhole were to randomly open up beneath you and suck you deep into the earth, you wouldn’t complain. In fact, this would be the perfect time for it to happen. 

“Why do you look so hostile towards me and my date here, Laurance?” Gene prods, his eyes lighting up in amusement when the boy’s eyes darken.

“I’m just wondering what brought you two here,” he grits, eyes drifting to you again.

You can’t keep the intense eye contact, instead choosing to duck your head.

Fuck.

“We’re just hanging out.” Gene is so clearly eating this up, and he still has his hand firmly placed against your back, like some sort of claim. “Why do you look so upset? Don’t you have a girlfriend? You can’t have ‘em all, Laurance.”

What the fuck?!

“Aren’t you going to ask us what we want?” Gene continues when he gets nothing but enraged silence from the other end of the conversation.

“What… do you want?” Laurance says carefully, straining with the effort of holding himself back. He does not want to lose his job.

“I’ll take a mocha, medium, and… oh! I’ll take a blackberry turnover, too,” he casually replies, before his hand slides up to your shoulder, lightly pushing you forward—stopping you from backing away like you slowly had been subconsciously doing this whole interaction. “What do you want, sweetie?”

You could throw up. You’re going to throw up.

“J–just a latte.”

“Didn’t you say you were hungry?”

Not anymore, bitch!

“Let’s also get one of those sandwich slices and a macaron in case she changes her mind,” Gene continues, flashing a smile at Laurance, who only glares back.

“Seventeen dollars and sixty cents.”

Gene finally lets go of your shoulder, his hand leaving a searing sensation as he goes to pay. Relief fills you when no other words are spoken between the two, and Laurance turns to prepare the order. As he walks off, Gene saunters over to the pick up section of the counter. You glare up at him.

“Did you know he was going to be here? You did that on purpose,” you whisper, voice wavering and nose wrinkling.

He smiles, shrugging his shoulders. “Oh, c’mon, that wasn’t too bad, doll.”

“That doesn’t answer my question!”

Your orders are set down in front of the two of you, and you quickly snatch everything up before making a beeline for the exit, desperate to leave. Gene picks up his own food before following after you, able to easily keep up with you despite how fast you’re walking.

“You mad at me?”

You don’t say anything, still attempting to speed ahead of him.

“Doll,” he drawls. “C’mon, he can’t see us anymore. Let’s just sit and eat, yeah?”

You stop in your tracks, whipping around and glaring up at him. His eyebrows raise, hands coming up in defense.

“Woah. That upset at me, huh?”

“That was awful. You’re awful,” you say, frowning deeply. “I hated that whole thing.”

He sighs, shoulders dropping as he steps closer, leaning down to meet your eyes at your level. The cocky smile from earlier is gone, and he seems… strangely serious.

“I’m sorry… for making you uncomfortable,” he says quietly, just to you, voice deceivingly earnest and eyes twinkling as they dart across your face. “I promise I really am. I might like to make Laurance upset, but I didn’t want you to be. Sorry, sweetheart.”

Your lips part, and instead of stuttering and trying to find a response, you simply turn to sit on a nearby bench, looking up at the tree and skylight above you and clutching your drink and snacks in your hand.

“You willing to forgive me?” he presses, slowly sitting next to you.

“Depends on if this is any good,” you mutter, looking down at the wrinkled bag with your sandwich and macaron inside.

He chuckles. “Well, then let's hope it is.”

The two of you start to eat, and you’re surprised at how Gene allows you to stew in silence, giving you space to cool down rather than continuing to press your buttons like he’d done with Laurance just before. It’s almost… unnerving how natural the lack of conversation between you feels, like two friends (or a couple) who were happy to just spend time in each other’s presence. You hate how good the food is, and how it calms you enough to admit it to him when you were both done.

“Guess that means you have to forgive me now, hm?”

You stare at him, eyes narrowed. He merely chuckles, wiping away a crumb from your cheek before ruffling your hair.

“Your intimidation tactics need some work. You only look cuter when you pout like that.”

“Shut up.”

“Oh, come on, I just did for a solid, like… ten minutes. That’s gotta be enough for now,” he teases, standing from the bench and taking one last swig of his drink before tossing it in the trash. “You ready to pick out an outfit?”

You stare at him as he outstretches his hand towards you, before sighing and reluctantly taking it, allowing him to pull you to your feet. You work on finishing your drink as you walk, your mind drifting back to the boy who made it—the guilt still ate at your insides. You can't believe that you'd been too nervous to look him in the eye at least once before running away. 

The two of you make it to a store front before you can dwell on it further, the inside dim and playing grungy music through the speakers. You look up with a raised eyebrow at the red, neon sign lettered 'Hot Topic' above you.

“They still give me an employee discount here,” Gene says, when you don't speak. “Even though I worked here like, two summers ago.”

Your lips wobble, and a snort leaves your lips before you can stop it. He sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets and turning to you with a “let’s hear it, then,” look on his face.

“Don’t you claim that you aren’t emo? But you worked at Hot Topic?”

He scoffs, though an amused smile plays on his lips. “Hey, I worked here two summers ago. And they have outfits here that are good for non-normies that aren’t completely emo.”

“Sounds like something an emo in denial would say.”

“Oh, shut up and let’s take a look,” he sighs, looking a little defeated for once.

You’re too satisfied at your small victory over Gene Hyun himself to complain when he pushes you into the store, his hand firm on your back as he guides you through the racks of clothing. Some of the stuff was a little corny, but as you browsed, you had to admit that a few were actually pretty cute. As in, you'd-buy-them-yourself-even-without-Gene's-influence, kind of cute.. You honestly wouldn’t think that Gene got some of his stuff from here, but they had a few selections that you could see him wearing and looking good in.

After a few minutes, Gene pulls something from one of the racks, turning you towards him and holding two pieces of clothing up against your body, looking you up and down with a smirk.

“Oh, yeah. You’re trying this on.”

You glance down, your cheeks reddening at the idea of even wearing it out, let alone in front of him and a bunch of other people at a party. A thin, deep blue, and very short dress with ripped sleeves, paired with a black undershirt and what seemed to also be ripped tights.

“Oh, come on. At least give it a try,” he eggs on at your hesitation. “You’d look really good in this. Trust me.”

You take the clothes, looking at him uncertainly.

“And it matches my eyes…” he coos, nudging you towards the changing rooms and picking up a pair of tall combat boots on the way.

Sighing in resignation, you decide—for whatever strange reason—to entertain him, dragging your feet into one of the stalls and shrugging off your clothes, replacing them with your new party outfit. Heat rushes to your cheeks once you have on the full ensemble and you take a look into the mirror. It was revealing, yes, but it complemented your body well. You had to admit, you looked good. And you had to wonder how Gene got such a good eye for fashion. A knock on the stall door startles you from continuing to stare at your reflection.

“Well?” the ‘gang’ leader calls from the other side.

Gathering some courage, you pull open the lock and peek out, glaring up at him. “What kind of girl do you think I am?”

He laughs at your accusation. “Hey, what do you mean by that? I think you’re a cute one. C’mon, let me see the full fit, now.”

With a wave of two of his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion he backs up, nodding for you to fully open the door for him to see you. A low whistle comes from his lips when you oblige, and he fully smiles, nodding his head in approval.

“You can act mad and shy, but you have to admit I have a good eye.”

You look down, picking at the edges of the rips in your tights, where the skin of your legs are revealed. “What kind of party is this, exactly, Gene?”

He tilts his head, walking up to you. “It’s gonna be teenagers making themselves look stupid and doing stupid things at some poor, oblivious parent’s house. That’s for sure.”

Your heart drops. You’ve never even gotten detention before, and now you were going to go to a house party where people would be drinking, smoking, and probably be up to other debauchery. You didn’t want to take part in tearing up someone’s house, and the thought of some drunk teen coming up to you while you were wearing this and trying to pressure you into something was enough to send a sick shiver down your spine. A part of you wants to throw this outfit right in Gene’s face and telling him to forget about the agreement all together, but before you can muster up with the confidence to, he’s moving closer into your space.

Leaning down to your height, he raises his eyebrows in concern, trying to catch your eyes. “You worried?”

You glance up at him through your lashes, unable to hide the nervousness any longer as you nod. Gene's close enough that you can make out each individual freckle scattered across his face, and the shine of his lip ring as he smiles at you.

“I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to, sweetheart. If you don’t want to drink, don’t drink. If you don’t want to smoke, don’t smoke. And if you’re worried about some guy trying to mess with you?” He reaches up and ruffles your hair. “I’ll fuck him up. So you don’t have to worry about that either.”

God, the image of Gene beating the shit out of some guy for creeping on you was both startling and honestly a little… attractive. The way he’s so confident in his ability to protect you…

“Why do you want me to go?” you murmur. “I’m not a party person. Zenix said it. You know it. I mean, wouldn't you have more fun if you went with someone more... outgoing?”

He shakes his head, amused chuckles leaving his lips. “Do you really think I’m just messing with you when I say I’m interested in you? I want to have fun with you. And maybe I wanna see you have a little fun.”

You look down. Maybe you're too hard on yourself. Is that really Gene’s goal here? Not to mess with you or make Laurance hate him even more, but to get you out of your shell?

Gene watches you think to yourself for a moment, before stepping forward and pokes your cheek.

"Come on, why don’t you change out of that?" he says, gesturing towards the changing stall. "I'll buy it for you, and then you can hang out with Zenix, Sasha, and me for a bit. Sound good?”

☆

When you get off Gene’s bike and pull off your helmet, you find yourself in a skate park, the sky above beginning to darken as the sun disappears beyond the horizon. There’s a few people hanging around, most of them looking either high school or college age. A group of them smells strongly of weed, and they cheer half-heartedly as one teen pulls a few tricks.

You told your parents you’d be hanging out with one of your friends at 'her' house after school, and you feel a little anxious at the thought of them finding out you’d really been spending time with a boy, and one with a delinquent reputation, at that. An arm slings around your shoulders, and you’re guided to a familiar duo lazing on a park bench. When you get closer, you realize that it smells of fresh spray paint; your eyes widen at a fresh tag on the concrete below, reading 'SK'.

The culprit of the graffiti very boldly still has paint on his fingers, a used can sticking out the pockets of his baggy jeans.

“Sup. Having fun with your goodie-two-shoes here? She still hasn’t wimped out?”

Gene stares at him unamused, pulling you closer to his side. “Zenix.”

“What?” He gets up, ignoring Sasha as she lightly kicks his shin, and pulls out the can of spray paint, shoving it towards you. “If she’s cool, why doesn’t she prove it?”

Your heart rate speeds up, palms sweaty as you swallow. Before you try and flounder for an excuse, Gene speaks up again, his voice firm.

“We’re not doing that.”

Zenix pauses, staring at Gene before rolling his eyes, tossing the can to his bag and snatching up his skateboard from the ground. “So fucking lame.”

“Hey,” Sasha calmly greets, sending Zenix a judgmental look as he stalks off to the skate ramps, then lightly smiling in your direction.

“Hey,” Gene says, sounding less than happy as he squeezes your shoulder and guides you to sit on the bench. “I’ll be right back.”

You sit, watching Gene follow after Zenix before looking over at Sasha. She’s already looking at you, an eyebrow raised and a smile on her lips. She’s… really pretty. Soft white hair brushes across her forehead and flows across her shoulders, framing her pale skin and doll-like features. Mascara and dark eyeliner frames her eyes, the color a startlingly beautiful lilac—almost siren-like. Honestly, a part of you is surprised that neither Gene nor Zenix are dating her, but the way she glances at them like an annoyed sister immediately shoots down any assumptions.

“Don’t mind Zenix,” she comments, crossing her legs. “He doesn’t like that Gene’s changed recently.”

“Changed?” You look over, eyebrows furrowing when you see the two boys leaning on a railing, smoke puffing from their lips as cigarettes burn between their fingers. They’re deep in conversation, and Gene seems to be lecturing Zenix, who's sulking like a kid and staring at the ground.

“Yeah. This year he’s kinda… chilled out a bit. I don’t mind, but Zenix is a… lively person. He’s restless. I think maybe he feels almost left behind.” She taps your shoulder. “And Gene’s mellowed out even more in the past week alone.”

You glance over at her. “In what way?”

“Usually he’d suggest new places to trespass and people to mess with and choose to do that instead of, you know, being normal? But lately he’s been wanting to go to class and chill at places like this instead.” She shrugs. “He’s just different. I think he’s matured. And maybe he’s found a reason to be better, I’m not sure.”

That information settles into you, and you stare off in thought. You both sit in silence until a wave of cigarette smoke hits your nose, the two boys’ footsteps approaching. Zenix stops in front of you, pressing the toe of his shoe into the concrete and sighing.

“My bad.”

You blink up at him. “...It’s all good.”

He wrinkles his nose, looking like he wants to say something snarky in return, but stops himself and continues on towards an awning with some vending machines underneath. Sasha looks up at Gene for a moment, before sighing and standing up.

“I’ll go with him.”

Gene nods, watching his two friends leave before taking a seat beside you, the musky scent of his cologne mixing with the cigarette still between his fingers. He takes one last drag, turning his head from you to release the smoke before flicking it to the ground and smothering it with his shoe. You can’t help but stare, and he sends an apologetic look back.

“…Sorry. Bad habit,” he rasps quietly, clearing his throat and looking up to the sky.

You look up with him. It's the end of twilight now, the last lingering rays of the sun leaving touches of orange on the dark purples and blues that swallowed the light. The street lights scattered around the skate park are pretty dim, allowing you to make out a few stars beginning to show themselves in the night. 

“It’s okay,” you mutter, despite the small nervous voice in the back of your head that worried the smell would stick to your clothes, alerting your parents to what you’d really been up to. “…Have you been trying to stop?”

He sighs. “Yeah. Don’t want Dante to catch on and pick up the habit. Plus, I regret getting… a few other people into it too. It’s not good for them.”

You think of Laurance.

“Not good for you, either.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, that too.”

You both watch as the orange fades to a distant pink, and more stars shine against the dark backdrop.

“It’s pretty. The sky,” you note quietly. “And the moon. It’s a perfect crescent right now.”

“Mhm.”

You glance over at him, nearly jumping out of your skin to see him already staring down at you. He looks intense, like he's thinking about something horribly important in his head. Your eyes widen when his hand comes up to your face, the rough calluses on his thumb brushing against your cheekbone as he begins to lean in.

No way this is happening right now.

You suppress a gasp when his lips meet yours, shoulders stiffening and heart thrumming in your chest. His lips are slightly chapped, but they’re plump, and you’re surprised to find yourself leaning into him despite how every other part of your being screams in a confused panic. The taste of tobacco lingers on your tongue when he pulls back, his eyes scanning your face and lingering on your mouth before he leans away.

Guilt washes over his features when he sees your shocked features and stiff body, and he looks down with regret.

“...I’m sorry. I should’ve asked,” he mumbles. “I got carried away.”

You swallow thickly, trying to focus on what he was saying through the blood still rushing in your ears.

“I… I’m just not sure how I feel yet.”

“Yeah, I know,” he sighs. “That was a dick move. I’m sorry, doll.”

You blink, staring down at his lap as you brew in your confusion. You feel guilty. Gene had hurt the people you consider your close friends in the past, and one of them was a boy you’d had a crush on for the past two years. But… a small sense of longing lingers in your gut for Gene, his genuine expression tugging at your heartstrings and stirring a strange fluttering sensation in your stomach.

…And you can’t deny, he kisses well.

“Come on, I’ll take you home.”

You break the silence on the way back to his bike, wanting to ease the storm that was starting to brew over his head.

“Thank you for buying me the clothes. And the food.”

He looks at you from the corner of his eyes, a smile threatening his lips. “It was nothing, sweetheart," he says, then tilts his head down at you. “You still on for this weekend?”

You nod. “Mhm.”

“If you change your mind and want to do something else, we can,” he says, fastening his helmet on before helping you with yours.

You hesitate, a sense of bravery and determination guiding your next words as he secures the strap under your chin. “We already got the perfect fit, didn’t we? Might as well put it to good use.”

He chuckles. “Atta girl. Time to live a little.”

☆

You’re back home and in your room—thankfully without any suspicion from your parents—when you finally check your phone, and are surprised to see several texts from Laurance.

5:24 Laurance: Sooo what was that about? Laurance: Did he blackmail you into going on a date with him? 6:47 Laurance: …? Laurance: Is everything okay?

Your heart drops as you stare at the screen. Laurance has a girlfriend, but why do you feel like you’ve just been caught cheating on him? With a shaky sigh, you respond.

You: Omg Laurance I’m so sorry I’m just seeing this now!!! You: We were just hanging out, it wasn’t a date.

The read notification shows up immediately, and it feels like your heart is going to leap out of your throat. Staring at the screen, you frown when he doesn’t respond immediately. Is he angry at you? After a second he starts to type, before stopping, and picking up again a few seconds after.

Laurance: Oh, okay.

Your heart drops.

Laurance: I just wanted to be sure. Laurance: You’ll tell me if he tries anything on you, right? You: Of course. You’re one of my best friends, Laurance

He starts typing again, before pausing. You wait for a minute, then two… until you start to get confused. Maybe he accidentally clicked his keyboard, and that was the end of the conversation.

Laurance: You’re one of my best friends too :)

…Weird.

Laurance: Good night, I’ll see you at school You: Yeah, see you :) Good night

Flopping down on your bed, you stare at the ceiling, eyes wide and blank. You know, the love triangle trope is pretty well hated by the reading community for a reason. There’s always a clear choice to make, and anytime you’ve had to suffer through them in any piece of fiction you’ve always wanted to claw at your face from how stressful and stupid it was. After all, it can’t be that difficult!

…

How stressful and stupid this all is.

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This is… really… really confusing.

The ambience of the arcade isn’t helping, either. The pop music filling every corner of the room with its hyped-up intensity; the bright, patterned floors that teetered on the edge of psychedelic if you stared too long; and the colorful neon lights that shone dimly in the otherwise dark room… it’s almost overstimulating when mixed with how quickly your mind is running.

“I’m sure he’s been into you as long as you’ve been into him!”

You had brushed off Aphmau’s insistence, but that sentence stuck like glue to your mind, seeping into every crevice of your brain even as you tried to focus on the shooter game Laurance had dragged you over to play with him. God, what is your problem? You haven’t left his side since you walked in, when you should be keeping your distance and getting over the girlish giddiness you felt when you stood close to him. It’s almost pathetic. How can the person causing you inner turmoil be the very thing you don't want to separate from?

Laurance groans lightheartedly when your character loses their last life and the screen flashes with a bright red "You lose!". You feel anything but playful, though, and you wonder if the universe is laughing at you, flashing the bold font in front of your face as if to remind you that you weren’t just losing against some pixelated zombies.

You lose!

You wrinkle your nose, gritting your teeth as you try to swallow down the heavy feeling in your chest—to no avail.

“Hello…?” Laurance’s hand lightly pats the top of your head, his head tilting as he leans in to try and catch your distracted gaze. “Are you upset?”

“No, I’m fine,” you respond, cringing at how robotic you sound. “Just thinking.”

He knows you’re lying—and you know he does. It’s frustrating, how he's still able to read you like a book no matter how much you wish he couldn't. Right now, you wish he could be as oblivious as Dante so you could have some privacy and stew in your feelings alone.

But no. You don’t miss how his fingers linger along the strands of your hair as he hesitantly pulls away, or the pinch between his brows, or the frown on his lips as his eyes drop. Usually, he wouldn’t pause before confronting you, somehow getting you to spill your secrets to him. But for once, he looks hesitant. Scared of saying more.

It’s so unlike him, and it was another piece that was throwing you off from solving the mangled puzzle you were trying to put together. It’s like as soon as you gather a few thoughts together, and the image is coming into view, the universe sticks its hands in there and throws everything around with a wicked grin.

If Laurance really did like you all this time, why would he date another girl? He’s so confident and straightforward—what reason would he have for doing that?

Whether he likes Michi or not, what’s with his protectiveness over you and his insistence to stick so close to your side? Did he actually like you, or had you misread friendly banter as flirtation?

And why the fuck would you agree to hanging out with Gene just because you were upset over all of it?

The look Laurance had given you earlier when he heard his name associated with yours was crushing. The sting of the disappointment in his betrayed gaze made what was supposed to be a fun, casual hangout tinged with a bitterness you couldn’t shake. It settled on your tongue, keeping your mouth in a permanent scowl and muscles tense.

You nearly crash into Laurance’s back as he stops in front of you, and you blink in surprise. When did you two start walking to the next game? Looking up, you meet his concerned gaze, that same, confused care swirling in his irises so intensely as they flick across your face. Surely, no friend would look at you that way. None of your other friends do. But that’s what you are: friends. Just friends.

…So why does he have to torture you like this?

When he turns to face you properly, his knuckles brushing against the back of your hand, and you swear—over the arcade machines, and the kids laughing, and the music blaring—you hear him suck in a sharp breath. He stares down at his hand as it clenches into a fist, then pulls away from you.

An awkward moment passes, and with a quick clear of his throat, he points at the claw machine beside him.

“Do you want to try this one?” he suggests in a tight voice, bringing his fist to his other hand, his fingers brushing against his knuckles and jaw clenching.

He almost looks… sad, his gaze distant as he observes the prizes in the bright display. He looks like someone's just punched him in the gut: body tense, shoulders curling inward, and eyes squinting. You just want to close the distance and force him to spill out his thoughts, to end your own turmoil by at least having him give you some sort of closure on the romance that never even had the chance to bloom within your friendship.

But perhaps this is your fate. To forever remain on platonic terms with the boy beside you despite the sparks that seem to light your skin on fire when you linger too close and for too long. You could cut the tension in the air, grab it with your own hands as you lingered by each other’s sides—too close to be friends, not close enough to be something more.

“Sure,” you mutter.

Isn't this unfair to Michi, too? Surely she’d be upset if she saw how you two had drifted from the group and stuck to each others’ sides. Before, you enjoyed the thrill of not knowing if he’d make a move or not. But now, there’s another girl in the mix, and neither you nor Laurance are cheaters.

He wouldn’t cheat, you know that, so why would he torture you both by continuing the tender stares and close proximity? It isn’t because of a 'flirty personality', either, because he doesn’t act this close with the other girls in the friend group.

Perhaps you’d given him too much credit and overestimated how emotionally mature he was, and this was a sharp slap in the face reminding you that he’s—at the end of the day—a stupid teenage boy.

You hadn’t witnessed his decision-making when he joined the Shadow Knights, but maybe this was another lapse in his judgement (just like your own when you'd agreed to hang out with the very same people). His reasoning for dating Michi is beyond you, however, and you think if you continue your internal monologuing like this any longer, you might actually have a full-on meltdown on this entire arcade.

Despite your nerves screaming for space, you tear your eyes from his side profile, looking at the little plushies stuck in their glass cage. You bite your lip when he leans forward to insert some coins into the slot, his shoulder brushing against yours.

Neither of you move away.

“Which one is the cutest?”

Right. Winning this game is the goal here. Nothing else. Focus.

Your gaze lands on a cute fox plush, his bright red fur sticking out from the others. As you point to it through the glass, Laurance leans closer to you, squinting with a curious hum. The sensation of his breath brushing against your cheek and the scent of his honey-dew soap makes you freeze in place, like one wrong move could disturb the moment. You could see his face in your peripherals, feel the warmth from his skin.

“The fox…” you say after a moment, cursing yourself when you stutter.

You swallow thickly when he makes a sound of acknowledgement, nodding as if an important mission had been given to him and finally pulling away. Hopefully, he didn’t hear you trying to catch your breath, eyes squeezing shut as you look down.

“Guess we’ll see if this thing is rigged…” he murmurs, guiding the claw with laser focus.

“Most are,” you reply, a half-assed effort to draw attention away from the fact that you were freaking the fuck out.

It’s one try, then two when you suggest moving on and saving any more coins from being eaten by the greedy machine. But of course he insists on just one more, and you sigh as you watch his final attempt to capture the prize you’d pointed out on a whim. To both of your surprise, all the determination he’s channeling through the joystick seems to work as the flimsy metal claws hook around the little fox’s head and pull him right to the prize chute.

You blink when he claps once in victory, the same smug smile on his face when he’d score a goal at one of his soccer games. He quickly retrieves his prize, shaking it lightly in front of your face for you to take.

“Wow, you actually did it,” you murmur, shaking your head.

“Third time’s the charm.” He grins, his eyes lingering in satisfaction on the smile reflected on your own lips. 

He keeps staring when you take the fox, beaming as you pinch its cartoonish cheeks and observe its design. It's pretty decent quality, too.

“This color is nice,” you note, glancing up at him and raising an eyebrow with a smirk. “Makes me wonder how it looked on you your freshman year.”

He looks at you in surprise, a fond, almost excited twinkle in them at the playful tone that’s returned to your voice. Then, he quickly shakes his head, wrinkling his nose at the memory and scoffing.

“Nope. Nope. Shut up.” He waves his hand in dismissal. “I’ve deleted evidence. I don’t even know what you’re talking about. Ginger? Me? No. Never.”

Some of the heaviness you were feeling ebbs away as the two of you fall back into your natural banter, and you continue your teasing, unable to help yourself.

“It’s okay. No need to deny it. I’ve already seen the pictures.”

“What…? No you haven’t.” He chuckles nervously, eyebrows pinching. “I swear I’ve had everyone delete those pictures.”

“Oh yeah? Well you didn’t destroy Dante’s yearbook.”

His face drops in slight embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck. “No way… He—”

“Bro, it’s supposed to be a friend hangout, and you’re acting hella down bad. You can’t have them all—”

Speak of the devil.

For a moment, you’d almost forgotten the dread and anxiousness of teenage romance looming over your head, but of course it would be Dante who reminded you. His voice cuts across the moment, and you swear you see a vein pop in Laurance’s neck, his eye twitching as the boy throws his arm around his shoulders.

Dante waggles his brows at you, making a kissy face and looking at Laurance. “C’mon. I want you to flirt with me, too.”

“Shut the hell up, Dante,” Laurance bites, his annoyance barely veiled.

He makes a wounded face, a noise of agony leaving his lips as he clutches his chest. “Ouch!” He glances at you, pouting. “See? He really doesn’t love me.”

You watch Laurance, his impatience with your friend a little more intense than usual. Then, powder blue hair blocks your view, and you glance up warily at Katelyn’s unimpressed face as she stands directly at you. To her left, Lucinda appears, a smile quirked on her lips.

“Oh, Luci. You’re here.” You attempt to sound excited as you greet her, but her red eyes narrow in knowing suspicion, and as Aphmau approaches you from your other side, you come to the sudden realization that you’re being ambushed.

“Hey, cutie.” She smiles just a bit wider, her eyes sliding over to Laurance for a split second before she slyly approaches to hug you.

“Let’s go to the restroom,” Katelyn says, grabbing both of your arms and nodding to Aphmau, who nods eagerly.

Travis makes a noise of shock, waving at your group as you’re practically escorted towards the women’s restrooms. “All of you? Why do girls always do that…?”

You glance up at Katelyn as she glares back at the boys that had gathered together, briefly looking Laurance up and down with a judgemental wrinkle of her nose.

Oh, great. You’ve been kidnapped for an intervention.

There’s nothing you can do to prevent it as you enter the girls’ bathroom, head ducking to stare at the worn and dirty tile as you turn on your heel, arms crossed. A moment of silence passes, a sense of understanding lingering between you, Aphmau, Katelyn, and now—you can presume—Lucinda.

“Girl.”

You wrinkle your nose at Katelyn’s tone, glancing up at her unimpressed expression. Aphmau shifts on her feet, offering you a sympathetic smile as her eyes dart between you and Katelyn.

“Oh, don’t be silly with that attitude, Kate. You’ve had your fair share of boy troubles, too,” Lucinda coos lightheartedly, waving the scrutinization off with a neatly manicured hand, stepping forward to unwind your tense arms. “Now let me work my pep talk magic.”

You frown when she leans in, but her expensive perfume is lethally relaxing, and you can’t bring yourself to be completely defensive about this. Her eyebrow quirks, a smirk pulling on her plump lips.

“Gene Hyun, huh?”

Katelyn makes a gagging sound.

“Shush.”

You sigh. “He uh—yeah. We’re not together, though. Like, not at all.”

“Mm, yeah, no. I figured that much sweetie. Still, that’s quite a shift in your type.” She pauses, humming in consideration before giving you another sly glance. “From our cutie Laurance to the bad boy Gene. And they have a messy history. Spicy. I didn’t know you had that sort of game in you.”

“I don’t—” you start, mouth curling in discomfort.

“Shh, It’s a compliment!”

“Maybe for you,” Katelyn scoffs.

“Kate.”

“Whatever.”

Aphmau grabs Katelyn’s shoulders, muttering something to her and pulling her to the other side of the bathroom, giving you a sparing glance that you can only slightly appreciate through the uncomfortableness of this situation.

“As I was saying…” Lucinda sighs, squeezing your shoulders and tilting her head. “This is quite a situation you’re in, huh? I can practically see the stress and despair rolling off your shoulders, honey.”

For some reason, as much as you’d think Lucinda’s playful and flirty attitude would only make your thoughts spiral more, her presence is comforting. It’s like you’re talking to an older sister, one who's already had her fair share of relationship trials and abundance of advice. So, instead of brushing off her spot-on observation and clamming up, you nod, looking down.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, don’t look so down. Pretty girls like us can’t let boys get us worked up like this.” She taps your chin, grabbing your attention. “We’re supposed to be the ones that make them beg. Duh.”

You sigh. “You and I are very different, Lucinda.”

“So?” She rolls her eyes. “Clearly you’re just as attractive as me, if you’re luring two heart throbs from two very different crowds of people.”

“You did not just call Gene a heart throb!”

“I did! And you’re not in this conversation anymore, Katelyn!” Lucinda purses her lips and juts a thumb behind her in a ‘get a load of this guy’ gesture before lowering her voice again. “My point is: Even if you don’t act confidently, you can still easily get a guy to fall to his knees for you. And that’s exactly what you need to do here. Once Laurance realizes Gene could be taking you away from him, he’s going to come begging for you to give him a chance like a puppy.”

“Laurance isn’t into me, though—”

Lucinda laughs loudly before covering her mouth with her hand, giving a half assed apology underneath it. “Oh sweetie. Bless your naive little heart…”

“Don’t mock me,” you deadpan.

“I’m not!” she defends before sighing, her face softening. “Look, even if you don’t believe he does, I think you should go hang out with Gene and pull away from Laurance. He’ll drop what’s-her-face and come running back to you when he realizes he’s been acting like a fool, trust.”

You sigh. You never took Laurance to be the jealous type. If he saw you were really with Gene, would he come after you? Or would he be the type to let you go? Did you really have any leverage considering he was dating Michi?

She leans in, smirking. “Hey, and guess what? If he doesn’t, you still get to have a little fun excitement with a bad boy. Let loose, girl! Stress like this doesn’t suit you.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Sure it is. Keep being your cute, shy self. Be hard to get, and maybe we’ll get a Laurance vs. Gene fight video on the PDH twitter.” She winks, her sentence ending in a playful tone. Leave it to Lucinda to joke about boy drama like it was a silly past time of hers. The suggestion of the two boys colliding, though, only makes you wince.

“Are you really encouraging her to hang out with Gene?” Katelyn’s voice makes you jump, and you glance over to see she was trudging over to the two of you, poor Aphmau trying and failing to hold her back.

“As long as she’s safe, yeah.” Lucinda shrugs, crossing her arms. “She’s not stupid. She won’t get into any real trouble.”

“She will with Gene fucking Hyun.”

“No need to act like an overprotective boyfriend, Kate. Leave that for Laurance.” Lucinda gives you a sly wink.

“Laurance is dumb!” Katelyn groans in disdain. “He is literally throwing!” She waves a hand at you. “Fucking airballed dating her cause he doesn’t have more than three braincells floating in his head. You can’t expect him to swoop in and save her if Gene hurts her!” 

“Oh, relax, Kate. Seriously. Gene won’t hurt her.” She crosses her arms, turning serious. “And if he does, he’ll have you and me to deal with.”

Aphmau shrugs her shoulders, shimmying up to your side and patting you on the back. “Guys. You both have good points, but it’s up to her what she wants to do. We’ve known her long enough to know she doesn’t make stupid decisions. I think whatever she chooses, we should have faith it’s the right one.” She glances up at you, smiling softly. “And if it isn’t the right choice. We’ll be there to catch her.”

“See? You get it, Aphmau.” Lucinda sets her hands on her hips proudly. “High school is the time to make mistakes and try new things out, anyways. Who knows, maybe Gene isn’t so bad, after all.”

“Of course you’d say that, you’re dating Ivan,” Katelyn mumbles.

“What’s wrong with Ivan?”

“I don’t like him. He gives me bad vibes.”

“Okay! Guys!” Aphmau groans. “We’re supposed to be motivating her!”

The three of them look to you, and you feel a headache growing behind your eyes.

“So… you gonna go with my plan?” Lucinda says softly as you press your palms into your eyelids.

Fine. You will. Push your angst over Laurance to the side (yeah, right), and have some fun with Gene. You nod, and though Katelyn sighs, she doesn’t give you any more flack about it.

Walking back out into the arcade is like walking back onto a battlefield.

And for the rest of the time in there, it was.

Laurance’s knuckles would brush against yours before he’d jerk his hand away, looking down at it with a frown. He’d shimmy up to your side to show you something, his shoulders pressing against your side, before he’d pull away, sucking in a sharp breath. Several times you caught him staring with an almost saddened look, before he’d smile and shrug off his strange behavior, looking away and carrying on as if nothing was wrong.

At one point, you’d begun to shiver under the arcade’s very effective AC system, and he’d given you his jacket. His jacket. He’d done it plenty of times before, but it just felt—different. Strange.

It's well into the evening, now, and you’ve just handed said jacket back to Laurance. He seemed reluctant to take it, but still did, smiling dryly when you offered him a thanks. You hate how his cologne lingers on your skin, curling around you like cruel, false possession. So you distract yourself by pushing him away further, holding the adorable stuffed fox out between you two like it's a child of divorce.

“Here’s your prize.”

He shakes his head at your offer.

“No, that’s for you,” He states as if it were obvious. “That’s why I got it.”

“What?”

“I got it for you. You can keep it.”

Your mouth gapes, but you quickly snap it shut.

“I think you should go hang out with Gene and pull away from Laurance.”

You nod, pulling the fox into your chest. “Oh. thanks.”

He stares at you, the corners of his mouth dropping and eyebrows furrowing at your blank tone. Guilt immediately overtakes you, and you have to stop yourself from reaching out to hug him and chase away the lingering sadness in his gaze.

“I’m an idiot. I’m sorry,” he murmurs, looking down.

You blink.

“What’s that supposed to mean? What’re you sorry for?”

“…It’s nothing.”

☆

Your fist repeatedly punches into your poor child of divorce, the fox plush’s face folding in from your violence. You sigh and stop, feeling a sense of pity over the inanimate object and setting it down next to you on your bed. You turn on your side, curling into your blanket.

“You saw what he did today, didn’t you?” you mutter. “Aren’t boys so incomprehensibly stupid?”

The plush stares blankly at you, its innocent black eyes giving you no response. You like to imagine its nodding in agreement, though, and you sigh in approval.

“I knew you’d get me.”

Your phone buzzes, pulling a flinch from your shoulders.

Gene:You still on to come with me to the mall tmrw?

A sharp inhale is sucked through your lips, and you spare one last nervous glance at the plushy.

“Here we go.”

You: Yeah

Gene: Good. See you then ;)

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Know anything about meif’wa?”

“Hm, why?”

“Ah, for your girlfriend, Laurance?”

Girlfriend?

The combined sensation of the blood draining from your face and your heart speeding up and falling to the floor is the most uncomfortable feeling ever, and not something you'd ever imagined feeling in the middle of Creating Writing 101. You’re not sure how to describe it. Is it dread? Regret? Anger? Jealousy? Whatever it is, it seeps deep into your bones, freezing you in place as you stare at the empty page on your desk.

Maybe you heard Garroth wrong. 

The next breath you take is strained, and you ignore Aphmau’s eyes when they flit to you, her smile hesitant.

“Girlfriend?” she asks, bewildered, glancing between Garroth, who's just casually given heart-shattering information, and Laurance, who's pressing his lips together and looking down with furrowed brows.

You muster the courage to look back as well, doing your best to hide your facial expression (there’s no telling if you’re successful), and glance at the two boys in the seats behind you. Garroth fiddles with his mechanical pencil between two fingers, nodding his head over at Laurance who looks a bit pale. You look down when you realize that his grey-green eyes are on you, cursing inwardly. You think you might've been a bit more obvious with your stress than you'd intended.

Laurance sends a harsh glare at his best friend, shushing him, eyes darting to you nervously before flicking back to the blonde next to him. You have no time to unpack what that could mean before Garroth, completely oblivious, shrugs defensively.

“What? It’s not a secret,” he says simply, pouting in confusion. “Laurance has a girlfriend who’s a meif’wa.”

You swallow thickly. Are you dreaming? No, this can't be a dream. It’s a nightmare.

Your crush of two years has a strange look on his face, one you can’t decipher through your focus on controlling your reactions and breathing. Is it dramatic that you feel lightheaded? Were you dumb to think you ever had a chance? This is high school, and you're acting like you just found out your husband of ten years has been cheating on you. Get it together!

“Really?” Aphmau says, her voice a bit awkward as a forced half chuckle leaves her lips. “Uh, well congratulations!”

“...Thanks,” he says, and you have to resist the sudden urge to stand from your seat and leave the classroom.

It’s not a surprise, though, is it? After all, you hadn’t said a thing to him about your feelings for the past two years. Of course he’d eventually slip away, right? You're only one of the few girls he's truly close friends with, not his crush. Not a romantic interest. Not a potential girlfriend.

Just a friend.

That’s what you repeat to yourself over and over as you play along in the conversation, your body a husk while your mind spirals away into a different plane of existence.

“I'm not sure if I ever pictured you with a girlfriend,” Aphmau continues, and you're grateful for her chattiness; it  diverted the attention from the tears you were fighting off.

“Ouch!”

“No! No, not like that. I mean, like, you always have those cute fangirls, so I didn't think you ever had the opportunity to... you know. Plus, you're the captain of the soccer team. Your schedule must be crazy.”

“Yeah, it is. But I'm willing to give it a shot.”

Your heart feels like Laurance himself just plunged his hand into your chest, squeezing the muscle into a painful knot.

Just a friend.

“Yeah. Plus, Michi seems like a nice girl,” Garroth adds innocently.

“Michi? Oh, her! I've heard great things about her.” Aphmau lets out a nervous chuckle when she notices Laurance’s eyes drift to you at your silence. “She is a cutie!”

“Thanks.” He chuckles. It sounds a little dry.

Just a friend.

Just a friend.

It’s funny. How your brain can use one phrase on loop to keep the dam from breaking in front of people. If you let that dam crack here, it would be too obvious.

Laurance is just your friend! One of your best friends, in fact! And that’s all there is to it! It would be selfish to be upset over him finding happiness and romance with another girl, right? Yeah!

You’re just his friend.

That’s what you keep in mind as you plaster a tense smile on your lips for the rest of the day. 

When Laurance glances at you? Force a smile. When Aphmau watches you warily, waiting for you to break? Force a smile. Even when the girls at lunch look at you after hearing the news, hungry for a reaction, you force a smile.

Just friends!

You keep repeating this phrase in your head all day, then all week, until two weeks pass and you’re still silently suffering—brewing over the fact that a girl, one you hadn't even realized was an option, took away the boy you’d had a crush on for so long right from under your nose. But you just have to ignore it and continue being his friend, right? You can't just ignore him now that he has a girlfriend.

So you endure.

Even when you see Michi—the cute and older meif’wa in question—hug Laurance in the hall and kiss his cheek, her hand curled around his bicep possessively.

Even when you see her snatching up his jacket at the end of the day and shrugging it on like it's hers, smiling and waving to his soccer team at the end of their practice and skipping to his car.

Even when she’d taken your spot next to him at lunch, and you had to listen to her voice ringing in your ears as she showered him with praise and filled the table with mindless chatter.

Isn’t she a little too attached too soon? Is that how she got him to date her, by overwhelming him with love and sickeningly sweet words? Is that what you were supposed to do? Could it be you still by his side if you had been more forward?

No no. You couldn’t be thinking like that.

You and Laurance Zvahl were only good friends.

It isn’t until you're on your quiet walk home on Friday that the dam you’ve built begins to crack, the holes of your shitty defense mechanism beginning to show.

…Just friends?

You can’t even make it all the way back to your house without your face crumbling and nose burning, without tears blocking your vision.

How pathetic is that?

Your legs divert from the usual route back into your neighborhood and quickly carry you into the park, head ducked so no one can make out the red in your eyes or wet streaks across your cheeks. A patch of grass near the river and under one of the bridges is where you sit—or rather collapse down to, your knees pulled up to your face while you pathetically weep.

This is so dramatic. The world will keep spinning and you’ll find someone new and—unless he breaks it off with her—Laurance will have Michi. How could you let your jealousy eat you up like this?

You can only imagine Laurance’s reaction over your heartbreak. One of the few girls in this school who didn’t crush on him or objectify him over his looks, and it turns out that you did have a crush on him after all? You can’t imagine that your friendship would last long after that.

If someone from school saw you right now and knew why? If they'd heard the news and then manage to put two and two together? You’re sure you’d hear laughter. Not only from them, but from the entire school.

What were you thinking? Michi is a hundred times prettier than you, of course he’d choose her over you, because you, really? Of all people, you really thought that you had a—

“…What the hell are you doing?”

You freeze in place, forehead resting on your arms and head ducked from view. The voice was familiar, and not in a good way.

That deep timbre and slight rasp belonged to only one person. How ironic that it would be him that finds you like this over Laurance. It must be a sick prank from the universe.

You hope that if you stay still he may think you’re a new statue installment and walk away.

He’s not fooled though, and you hiccup as you start to compose yourself, attempting to subtly wipe the tears from under your eyes while his footsteps approach.

Shit, shit, shit.

“Hello? Are you deaf?” Gene asks, poking your head hard enough to rock it in place, nearly pushing you out of the ball you’ve curled yourself into. “You should know I don’t like to be ignored.”

The grass softly crunches under him as he takes a seat next to you, the musky smell of his cologne mixed with a freshly smoked cigarette following his movement and invading your slightly clogged nose. You lift your head enough to look over towards him, still not saying a word as you take in his appearance.

Messy black hair, dark blue, heavy lidded eyes, and a lip piercing he surprisingly still hasn’t been given a suspension for despite likely getting reprimanded and dress coded multiple times. A cocky smirk tugs on the corner of his mouth when he finally gets your attention, though you don’t miss the analytic narrowing of his eyes when he gets a good look at you.

“Wow, not gonna tell me off for even being near you?” he scoffs. “The one time Laurance doesn’t have you under his watch is all it takes to be near you? What, is it 'cause of that little girlfriend he’s got? Can’t be glued to his side anymore?”

You look back towards the water, chin trembling. You’d tell him to fuck off if you were sure your voice wouldn’t crack and wobble the second you spoke.

“…Oh, shit. It is, huh,” Gene ponders, and you’re surprised to not find as much amusement in his tone like you expected. “That’s why you're crying.”

Your silence and the anxious tapping of your fingers against your knees is enough of an answer to him, as he lets out another small “huh” in response.

“You’re really gonna cry over that loser?” he says, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk when you glare at him from the corner of your eye. “Just sayin', hun, I promise you could find a lot better company than him of all people.”

“What, company like you?” you finally say, though the sarcasm is dampened by the tearful crack in the middle of your remark.

He snickers, raising an eyebrow as he leans closer to you. “I mean, if that’s what you want…”

“Don’t you have more interesting things to do than make fun of me and make me feel worse about this?” Your voice is quiet, pretty much a whisper.

His tongue runs across the inside of his cheek and he leans back onto his arms. “Who said I was making fun?”

You lift your head more, eyebrows pinching together as you stare at him with a discerning glare.

“Okay, look. I know you don’t like me that much, but I could take your mind off of him—”

“Are you delusional?”

He barks out a laugh, head thrown back before he nods at you with raised eyebrows. “Now, just hear me out for one second.”

He can’t be serious right now.

“You know Laurance’s history with me and my gang, right?”

You stare, and he clicks his tongue before continuing.

“Of course you do—why else would you avoid me like the plague? He definitely told sweet little ol’ you to stay far, far away from me,” he snickers. “So, just imagine the pure feeling of anguish he’d feel to see you hanging with me.”

You frown at his wording, rubbing the tears from your cheeks. “I doubt he’d be anguished,” you tell him. “And even if he was, why would I want to hurt him? He’s still my friend. Trying to make people jealous isn’t my style, anyways.”

“Oh, so oblivious,” he says under his breath. “It’s almost cute.”

You stare at him in confusion, and he shakes his head dismissively before continuing his previous agenda.

“C’mon, sweetheart.” He leans forward. “Clearly your method of attracting him wasn’t his style, either, so why not live a little and try it out?”

You’re at a loss for words, mouth cracking open but no words coming out. Was that it? Were you just not a bold enough girl for Laurance’s taste? Thinking about it, Michi's way more outgoing and confident than you. She probably made the first move on him herself.

“Look,” he continues, “why don’t you hang out with me at a party happening next weekend? You can be my date. If you have a good time, then you have a good time. If you don’t, I’ll drop my whole offer and leave you alone.”

“Why are you even asking me out?” you question, confused about his intentions. Should you even be entertaining this conversation?

“Maybe I’m a little interested in you.” He shrugs, smiling when he sees your eyes widen. “What, is that so shocking? You’re a cute girl. I think Laurance really fumbled here, and I’ll take my chances if I could snag you from under him.”

“How am I supposed to trust you?”

He smirks. “Oh, c’mon. Who could hurt a cute girl like you unless you’re a fucking dumbass like Laurance? Even I’m not that horrible. Just give me a try, hm?”

You can't seem to form any words. Gene watches you expectantly, a smug little look on his face, and it's not helping in the slightest.

Suddenly, his brows lift in satisfaction. It takes you a moment to realize you'd spoken.

"Okay," you tell him. "Let's do it."

☆

The next Monday morning has you stressing in front of the mirror for longer than you usually do, trying to build yourself up for what could possibly be in store for you.

Laurance has a girlfriend (who's been attached to him the entire two weeks previous, calling him every pet name in the book and practically attempting to erase you from his life), and in response you’ve just accepted a date with Gene Hyun. One of the very few people Laurance despises—for good reason, considering their past—and here you are… letting him pursue you!

Are you insane? In any other circumstance you know you would say no. Hell, you know you should say no and back out now, while you still have the chance. There’s no way this would be just a regular party. Knowing Gene and the things Laurance has told you about him, this would be a house party with people drinking and smoking and doing who knows what else. The cigarette addiction Laurance had to fight off as just a young freshman boy didn’t come from nowhere.

Yeah, that's more trouble than you’d like. You were just upset and easily swayable yesterday. You’ll tell Gene you changed your mind and don’t want to go. Not only is it not your scene, but it's almost like you're betraying Laurance, aren't you? Sure, maybe you feel strangely betrayed by him, too, but this is different.

Laughter carrying over the busy hallway makes your ears ring and burn red as you look over to the lockers ahead.

“Babe!” Michi giggles, wrapping her arms around his waist and tugging him closer. “You’re so funny!”

He gives a small chuckle in return, and she rocks up onto her tiptoes to place a kiss against his cheek.

…

When you make it to the entrance to the cafeteria, you find yourself continuing down the hall to the back entrance. The afternoon sun hits your eyes when you push through the doors, blinding you for a moment as you continue on your mission to the bleachers.

“Woah, look who it is,” Gene chuckles, lifting himself up from the railing and striding towards you.

Sasha and Zenix stare at you, both of their eyebrows raised in matching expressions of disbelief as Gene wraps an arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to the trio’s lunch rendezvous. 

“So you’re really coming to the party, then?” the girl questions, picking at her black nail polish.

You slowly nod, your body almost moving on its own. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Zenix scoffs. “She’s not the party type at all. Why’d you bother inviting her?”

“Oh, shut up, Zenix.” Sasha shoots a glare at him, and he glares back.

“It doesn’t matter. She’s going, and that’s that,” Gene says, raising a challenging brow to Zenix. He huffs and backs down, but not without an eye roll.

“So… it’s that kind of party then?” you confirm, biting the inside of your cheek as your eyes dart between the two delinquents and their leader, who still has you tucked under his arm.

“I'm sorry, did you think Gene was inviting you to a slumber party where we’d braid each other’s hair and sing happy so—”

“Zenix, don’t make me kick your ass.” Gene’s voice is even as his fingers absentmindedly tap against your shoulder.

Another scoff is ignored while Sasha speaks up again, twisting a white lock between her fingers and nodding her head at you.

“Do you know what you’ll wear?”

You pick at your uniform sleeve. “I don’t know. I don’t really have clothes for that kind of party, I don’t think.”

Gene suddenly leans down, and you stiffen at how close his face is to yours. His hand slides from your shoulder to your jaw, squishing it between his fingers and gently shaking your head back and forth with a cheeky smile.

“Well… why don’t we go to the mall tomorrow after school and you can get something to wear?”

“Oh, I don’t know—”

“I’ll buy.”

“Um…” You look up at him, eyebrows pinching.

You can’t deny how… pretty he is for how rough he behaves, the dark lashes that flutter over deep blue eyes enticing and luring you into agreeing with what he asked.

“It’s not a big deal. You want something to wear, right?”

“...I guess so.”

Soon enough, the group falls into a conversation that you don't really follow. One moment you're sitting at the bleachers, and the next you're walking back into the school halls, the infamous trio at your heels as the bell’s shrill ring dismisses lunch period.

“See you later.” Gene slyly waves to you just as your lunch group leaves the cafeteria. “I’ll text you about tomorrow.”

Swallowing thickly, you nod, giving a short wave back and ignoring the questioning and concerned looks of your friends as you continue to walk to your next class. 

A call of your name from a sickeningly familiar voice stops you from your attempted escape, sending another pang of nervousness into your already churning stomach. Turning around, you see Laurance jogging up to you, Michi nowhere in sight. His eyebrows are pinched together, creasing the skin between them in worry.

“Hey,” he starts, voice almost unsure. 

“…Yeah?”

“Uh—” He bites his lip, running his free hand through his hair. “Why were you talking with Gene just now?”

“It’s nothing. Just chatting,” you respond simply, and the way those grey-green eyes dig into yours for a better answer makes you want to shrink in on yourself.

“Just chatting?” he repeats, lips pulling into a tense and suspicious line.

“Yeah. It was nothing important.”

When you turn to leave he catches your arm, trying to tug you back. It nearly convinces you to stay, but when you glance back again you see lavender hair with chunky highlights parting from the crowd, heading towards you. Whatever sway he had on you disappears, and you quickly wrangle yourself from his grip, darting up the staircase before he can say another word and you have to endure the high-pitched “honey!” that leaves his girlfriend’s lips.

☆

Aphmau’s bubbly monologue is more like fuzz in your ears, the words funneling into your head but turning into a jumbled mess as you walk towards the arcade entrance. Katelyn’s arms are crossed as she follows along, laughing and throwing in a few remarks you don't process.

“And that’s when I told her—hey, are you even listening?” Aphmau waves a hand in front of your face, stopping the three of you in your tracks.

You curse inwardly, swallowing and rubbing the side of your temple. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to ignore you, I just… have a lot on my mind. What were you saying?”

She frowns at you before sighing, placing her hands on her hips and raising an eyebrow.

“Is this about Laurance?” she asks directly, making your eyes widen.

“Wh—no! I…” Your stomach sinks at the way both of them look at you knowingly. “...Is it that obvious?”

“Yeah, you’ve been acting like this for a few weeks now. It’s not hard to guess why,” Katelyn scoffs. “Why you’re so worked up over Laurance of all guys is beyond me, though.”

You run your tongue along the inside of your cheek and look down, suddenly embarrassed. Does that mean Laurance noticed you were acting off, too? Has he figured out how you feel, and that's the reason he’s been distant with you; it wasn’t just Michi?

Aphmau elbows Katelyn in the stomach and sends her a glare, before placing her hands on your shoulders. “Hey, are you really that upset over it? I mean, I know you’ve had a crush on him for like, two years now and Michi has like completely inserted herself in our friend group and it’s really annoying, but…”

“Wow, that really helps,” Katelyn deadpans.

“Sorry!” the shorter girl squeaks, cringing at herself before looking at you again in earnest. “We’re your friends. You know you can talk to us, right? Are you… okay?”

You shrug. “It’s fine. I’m just not his type. I’ll get over it.”

“What? I’m sure he’s been into you just as long as you’ve been into him!” Aphmau insists.

“Right, and that’s why he’s dating Michi and not me.”

“If it makes you feel any better, everyone thinks she’s annoying. Well, except for Dante. He thinks she’s hot. But I’ve never trusted Dante beyond his eyes,” Katelyn says. “I’m pretty sure even Laurance is annoyed by her.”

You sigh. “Then why would he date her?”

“Because she must be, um, holding some sort of deal over his head! Like blackmail!” Aphmau jumps, pointing her finger like she’s just solved a cold case.

“...What blackmail could she possibly have over him? He’s just into her and not into me.” You frown. “Look, let’s just… drop this for now. They’re waiting for us inside, and if they see us out here they’re gonna wonder what we’re talking about.”

The two girls exchange worried glances, looking like they want to say more, but you hate the heavy pit of jealousy brewing in your stomach, and so before you snap from the irritation you stride forward to the doors.

You may be overwhelmed with this one-sided boy drama, but you won't take it out on your friends just because you're feeling down. They deserve better than you letting jealousy come between your friendship, and so does Laurance. You need to cool off.

“Hey, there you are!” Dante greets you as soon as you walk through the doors, pulling you into a friendly side hug and dragging you towards the rest of the group. You catch him wink at Aphmau and Katelyn over your shoulder, earning a groan from both of them as they enter and follow behind you.

You scream internally when Laurance looks over, his eyes landing on you and not straying once as you all come closer. Why? Is his existence meant to torture you anytime you’re near him? Maybe he does know about your crush on him and just wants to tease you with strangely fond glances and close contact, the smug, awful, gorgeous bastard.

“Hey,” he greets, finally peeling his eyes from you to give a strange look to Dante and a polite smile to the two girls behind you.

Dante lets you go and steps away to point at Travis. “Alright, bro, ready to demolish these games and impress the ladies?”

“Yeah!” Travis grins, rubbing his hands together and bouncing on his toes.

Dante laughs, before pointing back at you again with a wink. “I’ll make sure to get extra points just for you, cutie. You’ve even got my brother’s attention lately.”

“Gene?” Aphmau questions, her tone tight, and you have no idea if blood has left or filled your face as everyone’s eyes turn to you. You can practically feel Laurance’s gaze burning into your side, and it takes everything in you not to shrink in on yourself.

“Yeah, he mentioned her to our mom this weekend…” Dante explains, looking around at everyone in obliviousness before shrugging and continuing on into the arcade. “Anyways, come on! These prizes aren’t going to win themselves!”

There’s an awkward pause before everyone follows, sending you one last glance before shaking off the comment and continuing into the loud and dim room. You step forward to follow, very aware of Laurance’s presence right beside you.

“Are you seriously starting to hang out with Gene?” He leans down, eyes boring into yours for an answer, wasting no time as the rest of the group branches off.

“Where’s Michi?” you blurt, and the accidental bitterness in your tone has him flinching in surprise.

He looks taken aback. “She said she had something to do. Why?”

You swallow. Holy fuck, there’s no way you just snipped at him like that over his girlfriend. “…She’s just always around. I was just wondering.”

He’s quiet, and even as you turn down a few different aisles of games, he continues to follow you like a determined dog.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He grabs onto your arm, stopping you from your mindless wandering.

His lips are pulled down into a frown, eyebrows furrowed into a concerned line. Recently, it seems to be his default expression for when he looks at you. Guilt punches you right in the gut.

Did the plans you made for this weekend make you a bad friend…?

“No,” you lie through your teeth. “We’ve talked a few times, though, sure. Am I not allowed to talk to him?”

His frown deepens. “I…”

Oh god, are you going to ruin your friendship with him anyway? Whether you'd confessed or not, were the two of you ever meant to be close? He looks… hurt at your response.

“It’s not like you’re my boyfriend. Does it matter?”

Shut up!

An indecipherable expression washes over his face, and he stares at you for a moment before finally responding. “No, I’m not. That’s—I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

You shrink on yourself. Having a crush on someone you’re close with is so embarrassing. Laurance really does care about you; he considers you a close friend, and here you are acting nothing like yourself just because you couldn't get your way?

“…I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get so defensive on you,” you start, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. “I promise that I’m not stupid though. I know what he can and has done and I know better than to let him get close.”

The silence stretches on uncomfortably before he reaches forward, pulling you into a tight hug. His hand pats your head affectionately, and you feel his cheek rest on the top of your head.

“I know you’re not stupid. I just care about you. I trust you to do the right thing,” he murmurs.

His cologne's so familiar from all the times he’s hugged you and been close to your side, but for some reason the scent of it now almost chokes you.

“And, truthfully, you’re right. It’s not my business if you two talk because I’m not your boyfriend. He also… might have changed since I’ve talked to him. I doubt it, but…” He pauses, seeming to realize he was rambling, and releases you from the hug that was bordering something much too intimate for people who were supposed to be just friends.

This is all so confusing.

“You’re alright?” he asks, eyes searching yours.

You nod. “Yeah. I’m alright. Are you…?”

He pauses, hesitating before smiling. “Yeah.”

You blink, wondering why the sentiment didn’t seem to meet his eyes. There’s no chance to dwell on it, though, not when he grabs your hand and turns to pull you further into the arcade.

“Then let’s have fun like everyone planned, yeah?”

“Uh-huh…” you mutter, staring at where his warm hand encapsulates yours, the space where your palms meet sending shocks of electricity up your arm.

You see his Adam’s apple bob as he stares ahead, before he lets go of your hand, taking in a shaky breath and face crumbling into something conflicted, confused. It has you reeling, unsure on what to make of his behavior.

This was going to be a long evening.

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content. mdni 18+

willy !! early ejaculation, vaguely mentioned age gap

thinking about the dearest fisherman willy who cums too early fucking you for the first time.

 he couldn't think of anyone who looked prettier underneath him. sprawled out on his bed, naked chest heaving softly up and down and your thighs resting on top of his. your body was porcelain underneath his fingertips, smooth and sensitive. he was gentle with you, pushes of his cock head rubbing against your unbelievably soaked folds made shivers run down his spine. his cock twitched in anticipation and pleasure all at once, poking at your hole with the flushed red of his tip. at this point he was panting harder than you were with his arms shaking under his weight, full of nerves as he towered over you.

 "you sure about this, lass?" he whispered above you, raspy voice trembling slightly. you nodded eagerly, squeezing his hips between your thighs. you could feel your heartbeat in your cunt and butterflies in your tummy, leaking onto his hard cock and the sheets below you. even as nervous as you were, willy felt just as nervous if not worse as his fingers slowly pushed his cock into your dripping hole. the sounds of your gasps and weak whimpers made the world muffled. his ears twitched and his mind went numb.

 "s-so big.." your hands pawed at his strong, naked shoulders. the stretch was slow and delicious. his fat cock was made full of girth, bulging veins prominent against your gooey walls. willy's ears burned red, strained groans stuck in the lump of his throat. a singular drop of drool left the corner of his mouth and dipped into the scruff of his beard. finally bumping at your cervix, his throat closed up as he swallowed. he panted heavily, brows furrowed tightly. the squeeze of your warm walls rivaled the strongest of snakes, drowning his cock in your syrup like slick.

 he truly felt like he couldn't breathe. when was the last time he was with a woman? occasionally fucking his fist could never compare to the addictive grip of your cunt. shakily, he reeled his hips back with a slow drag, large veins pulsing against your needy walls. you could feel it all. he let out a string of heavy curses, stomach twisting almost uncomfortably and sweat falling from his forehead. he hadn't even got halfway back in before he, in a hurry, had to reel back in slight panic. on your stomach left a trail of white, painting your smooth skin with his seed. his dick twitched in rhythm of the spurts of his sperm.

 "shit.. 'm sorry, lassy. really didn't mean to." he apologized, the sweet man overcome by embarrassment. gentle fingers hooked around his nape to pull him down to meet your pillow soft lips in a messy, reassuring kiss.

 "more.." you whined softly. "i want more.." your hips wiggled, attempting to get his heavy cock back inside you. his adam's apple bobbed in a rough swallow. he couldn't say no to you.

 with a quick pump from his hand, with less nerves this time, his still hard cock inched through the then ring of muscles. the sound of his low moans made your insides clench, echoing back at him once he came to a hilt. his bulbous tip kissed your cervix in a messy kiss, twitching gently in your suffocating walls and blood pumping through large veins. this time he truly fought the oncoming climax, an ache in his heavy balls everytime the head of his cock met back at your cervix. his hands trembled and his stomach ached, his tan skin hot against your sweaty fingertips. his groans came a lot louder this time, holding onto your hips for dear life. as bruising as his hands were, he was gentle in every other way. even as his cock begged to explode inside your heavenly grip, his hips forever remained sweet against yours.

 " 'm gonna cum ~" you mentioned softly, huffing and whining while your legs locked behind his lower back.

 "you shouldn't do that, dear." he warned with a low grunt, tapping at your thigh. "i'm barely holding on." you whined when he gently unhooked you. he stuttered as your walls clenched and unclenched, clinging desperately onto him, back arching off the bed in ecstasy. watching your face scrunch in pleasure, your moans bouncing off the walls of his tiny room. seeing you come undone sent him off the edge, intaking a breath sharply in the most life fulfilling orgasm he's ever had. his sperm was heavy in thick, pearlescent spurts as it flung against your chest and stomach. his hips convulsed even outside of your walls, cock twitching wildly in cold air. his jaw hung open, the pain in his balls finally releasing.

 "one more?" you squeaked shyly, finger pads rubbing at your previously neglected clit. willy feared his body couldn't keep up with your more youthful one, a deep chuckle leaving him.

writing abt my fav fisherman bc no one else has <3

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૮ . . ྀིა⁩ Heluuw~ its been a couple days sorry! With mothers day and working I have been a little busy, sleeping mostly ehe ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১… Here is the cutie Glaceon as requested by Brinamoo!!! who’s next? I haven’t decided yet so let me know who you want to see~~~

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JOLTEON! ⌁₊˚⊹ ⊹˚₊⌁ I love this electric puppy, I hope I did her justice. I also hate how tumblr makes my pics look bad cus low quality raaarghrgrgrg ⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾… I also have been testing out new watermarks, I have liked this one the most though (the little jelly square). Anyway! I will keep doing these cutielutions, feel free to comment below who I should do next yurhurhrurh (ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧~~~

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Would you ever consider doing an eevelution series? Maybe anthro Eevelutions??

Love your art BTW! It looks so soft and pretty 🖤💚

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Thank you so much! Of course, which eeveelution should I do first? X3c

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FEVERRR?!

Synopsis. Oh no! Getting hit with a séx technique gave him a fever - babyféver.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, séx cursed technique (he’s affected), PÚSSYDRÚNK MEN, bréeding, cúmplay, matíng presses, clan leader!Gojo, ínnapropríate use of jujutsu, manhandIing, marathons, maIe squírting, overstím, dúmbifícation, best friend!Choso, proposals, marking, phéromones, HÉATS, true form Sukuna, Sukuna’s second mouth, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Skibidi alpha Tony is baaaack (and ovuIating.)

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - No running!

That pesky, low-grade curse he happened to encounter on a gig today? Tch, Toji Fushiguro didn’t even break a sweat before finishing it off. Didn’t even flinch at its weak cursed technique, didn’t- didn’t even…

-didn’t even make it to your bedroom.

“You’re lucky.” A pained wheeze spits from Toji’s clenched canines as soon as his hips bully your own into the soft carpet of your doorway. And his clammy core sticks feverishly against your back - burning hot, desperate. He’s inhaling your honeyed fragrance and stuttering- “Y-you’re lucky you’re lucky you’re lucky I didn’t- oh.”

Your husband jolts once he’s catching the hazy sight of you mindlessly crawling away, a rugged snicker leaving him as he claws a massive palm on top of your scalp to draaaag you right back down.

Slurp! goes the way his round, cherry-red circumference circles your sloppy entrance, and you’re whining over your shoulder. “T-Toooji–! What’s gotten into you t-today?”

“Y-you’re about to find out, ma.”

“What do you…” 

That question on the tip of your dampened tongue didn’t even have a chance to formulate, before you’re gathering up every ounce of strength in your body to meet Toji’s jaded stare and- oh.

Oh, it hits you.

You were fucked. 

Oh-so-very vulgarly fucked, he’s ramming his painfully aching length just mere sultry inches past your saturated folds and it’s enough to leave you dizzy. The swollen spheroid of his crownhead scraping your walls rawly open, Toji’s shivering above you.

Sharp jaw bitten at the tight resistance of your elastic hole. Sounding fucked out of his mind– “Feel that?” You’re gasping when one of his palms travel halfway down your tummy, searching for that familiar nudge of his stout cockhead. “Yeah- feel me all inside? You’re luck- ngh- you’re lucky. Sooooo fucking lucky-” 

Was…you could feel your slobbering pussylips grow ever-wetter, glossing out a slick coating that glues to his sagging hilt in a ring. Was the Toji Fushiguro pussydrunk right now? Already? 

With the calloused ends of his fat digits clasping ‘round your throat, he’s reeling you to him like some cute toy. Drinking in your every piping shrill, kissing, gnawing- “L-lucky I didn’t catch ya right then and there, doll.”

And maybe Toji was just so big that it rendered you stupid.

Because with your spine bowed up against the ridges of his abs, you’re huffing n’ puffing with every glissade of his beefed-up muscles. “Wh-why–?”

“Why? Why?” His baritone comes out broken, octaves higher. He slouches over to breathe in a heavy gulp of your sweetened scent and almost sobs in disbelief, “‘Why’ m-my wife asks- why-” And before you know it, Toji’s holding tightly onto your cute throat n’ siiiinking his fat shaft deeper inside. Shoving and shoving his toned v-line into you with every snug resistance from your cunt, “Ohhh fuck- fuck! I can’t even- you don’t even know- because m’gonna break ya, doll.”

“Gonna break- ngh- gonna– fuuuck, why are you so big?” You’re so fucking full that you can feel his steaming dollops of pre fill you up to your lungs, damn near splitting you in half. 

Grinning savagely, “N’ yet she’s still begging for more. She wants me- needs me-” With a coo, Toji hikes up one of his meaty thighs to plant down on your sweaty skull and make you arch. “-and I thought I’d die without this p-pretty pussy.”

“Hck! Inside- w-want every inch, Toji–” The wooden floorboards underneath creakily sing with every rummaging drill. 

He was fucking you like a madman. “That damn curse- fuck, wanted to fuck you right there. Right in public- right in front of e-everyone.” Truly, he was burning every nanosecond he wasn’t jackhammering you silly. 

That cursed technique working overtime to make him tense his front and slap sloppily into the mounds of your ass. Over and over in jagged, animalistic ruts just trying to fit himself in. 

More more more more - and yet, it still wasn’t enough.

“Take it all- gonna break-” The rotund curve of his left thumb roams down, curling past your soppy crevice to smear open your droopy folds. Wiiidely agape to push his squelching cock further, the snagging stretch felt feral. “-gonna break me.”

A fat line of saliva escapes from one end of Toji’s unfastened maw once you clench, dripping down to target your leaking hole with a loud splat! splat! splat! The impact so sudden and scalding hot that it has you flinching-

“O-oi–” And has Toji immediately digging the fringes of his fingerpads deeper upon either side of your throat and tugging- you weren’t even creeping away this time, and yet he was letting off a pained grunt as if you were. 

Couldn’t even bear the mere thought-

“No no no no no, don’t run-” He’s gritting his teeth, precisely skidding his vein-decorated length until Toji’s pointed mushroom smooches your most sensitive spot. A direct strike, “Don’t run from me, mama. You have nowhere to run tonight.” 

Finally, finally bottoming out. 

BANG!

Toji’s palm comes slamming down on the space of floor right beside your head, hard enough that the entire floor shudders. Just as much as he was. 

“Fuck- fuck.” He sounded so fucked-out that it made your own ears ring. Long, raven lashes shuttering, cheekbones flushing, scarred mouth falling into an oh! at the feeling of your hot cunt.

“O-oh my god…fuuuck Toji–!” You’re sobbing at the taut stretch of your poor walls, bruising with the slip n’ slide of his rock-hard length. Toji’s cock was probin’ in so deep that you’re counting every lecherous ba-dump! of his racing pulse down under. 

A few black tendrils of his happy trail rub on your ass cheeks as he’s tugging you closer, furiously blinking his hooded eyelids to clear his vision. 

“M’gonna…” And just as soon as the words are forming on his tongue- they’re falling flat. 

Because Toji’s only just raising his white-knuckled hand from the sizzling carpet to find that he’d left a smashed crater in the shape of his hand. 

Strength so overwhelming, powers so out of control - he didn’t know whether it was the technique or you that had him so…ruined. 

“H-heh.” He barks out a hoarse breath of shocked laughter, that very same heated palm drifting down to cup your bulging pussy. Stretched and stretched and stretched around his barreling size–

You can only squirm at the way his touch is so unintentionally hot, almost simmering out the branding of his handprint. Dangerous. 

One hand massaging your tearful cunt, the other letting go of your craned neck to pat that outline he was fucking into your tummy with every- single- slam. The shape of his glazed tip creamin’ into your insides, Toji coos. “M’gonna haaaa fill this cute bulge up with Megs’ new younger sister, ma.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Big big BIG

“You- you know I respect you- right, my love?” Nanami’s seething out with a sharp bite of his handsome jaw, nostrils flaring at that saccharine scent you were giving off. “Right?”

Slowly, you nod– vision blurred with the glassy film of your own stimulated tears. 

What? What happened to make your dear, gentle Nanami Kento so…feral. 

Only for your husband to spank down a hold on the curve of waist and draaaag you bodily down the silken sheets- “Because- because m’gonna fuck you right now. Hard. Fast. Disrespectful.” 

Oh. 

Nanami wasn’t just big - he was teeth-clenchingly, mind-numbingly big. So wide n’ swollen that just a brush of his pretty pink tip against your mushy walls left you ruined from the inside out, whining. 

And right now he was bigger. 

“Ken–” Your brows furrow adorably tight, and you’re swearing that that made your husband grow even fatter. Prolonging a few sultry inches that made your toes curl all the way, “-Ken y-you’re so…”

“S’biiig, huh?” He’s softly swabbing away that thin trickle of drool decorating the side of your lips. Free hand loosening that satin yellow tie of his that he didn’t even bother taking off - couldn’t. “Keep those- hah! legs open, s’alright-”

And every breathy word comes out in a murked pant - heaving, desperate. Gasp after hot gasp departing from his stern mouth every time Nanami’s squelching his girth inside, he spits wetly down your slit. 

“See?” Thumbing inside that translucent splatters, “You- you can take this, then you can take this, my wife. You can- haaaah you hafta. Let me- let me.”

“Oh, p-pleeease!” You’re squealing as he laces an overlarge palm on top of your sweat-matted crown and pushes you onto his throbbing, aching length. Ogling away at the beefy flex of his biceps as he does-

The intensity of your gaze makes him jolt. Body shocked, heat burning- his carnal fingertips itching to squeeze your puckered pussylips together, “C’mon-” Tighter, cock pulsing fatter. “C’mon.” Tighter. 

Just to watch the way your moans pitch higher, face polished with a wave of fucked-out drool - your husband was so mean.

“Hafta fill you up.” His scorching pants make your forehead humid with perspiration. Words sharp, narrowed down where his mushroom tip was slimily mazing inside of you, “Hafta make her f-full, hafta ngh- breed this cute lil’ cunt right here.”

He’s never been this…depraved. 

Never been this vulgar, never this impatient as he keeps clinging onto the nub of your clit with his ring finger, making you yelp at the chilling touch. And you had half the mind to wonder what the hell happened on his mission today.

“What happened? What- ngh! I’ll tell you wh-what happened, my love.”

Shit- were you talking out loud?

His bludgeoning thrusts were so rawly good that it had you stupid, your pupils circling your eyes in a way that was almost silly. “Wh-what…”

“S’a curse- a technique- a- fuck! I don’t even know.” Something stupid when he was rushing to get home to you. And something even more deprived cracks at the back of Nanami’s dry throat, syllables slurring together in a way you’ve never heard your eloquent husband do before. 

“Just wanna fuh-fuck you, darlin’.” Soft, plump lips graze yours tenderly, and he’s drinking in your sweetened scent. The taste of it enough that he ruts - without even knowing. “Want- no, need it. S’like this pretty pussy’s hck! holding me hostage. Gonna die without her.”

He needed you. He needed you. 

The very moment that Nanami finds himself sheathed all the way to those curls of tawny gold lining down his washboard abs - filling you up so much you could barely motion your lungs to breathe - he’s gone. Gone. 

And he was fucking you straight into the mattress, until you felt like you were on the very verge of being swallowed up by the creaking bedsprings. Until you felt like you were going insane-

Bottomed out yet pushing and pushing and pushing.

Your trembling fingers latch ‘round Nanami’s dangling tie for dear life, and it only makes the sculptured man above you grin. “Yeah- yeah that’s it–” One of his roughened free hands clasp over your own and let you puuuull and tug to your lecherous heart’s content, “-roughen me up.”

He wanted to be strung around, he wanted you to scrape your nails all over his muscles every time his deeply scouring cock was hitting your innards. 

“Oh- my god, Kento–!” Comes out your answering whine as he slouches his sturdy weight on top of you until you’re press-press-pressed down with his core. Heels of your feet snagging on the bindings of his thigh suspenders, “Please- please please m’so close.”

Harder. Faster. 

Gazing down at where you were slobbering in great heaving dollops with such greed, Nanami was so needy that you see him drool in thin slivers. 

He didn’t even realize. 

“S-such pretty birthing hips. We’re gonna have s-such gorgeous kids.” He almost whimpers - whimpers out - blond strands sticking in an uncharacteristically unruly manner to his forehead. Nanami plants yet another sweet mass of spit on your sensitive cunt until it had you squirming, “That- yeah like that- c-can you spell my name, darling?”

And he wasn’t just asking - he was manhandling you into it with a few thorough pushes of his toned thighs. Shaking. Unsteady. 

Nanami’s breath catches in his breath once your gyratin’ hips manage to move in something that resembled a slurping K-E-N-T-O - giving extra care to let his vein patterns massage your sweet spots on that last ‘O’.

“O-oh, Ken–” Your hips keep repeatedly bucking and he finds it so hypnotizing, “-m’close- m’gonna- fuck fuck fuck m’gonna…”

K-E-N-T-O

One set of thick fingers rolling on your clit, the other pushing those fogged-up glasses further up his blushing face. 

“Fuck-” Curved mound of his breeder balls kissing your cunt over and over, stinging. Something in him twitches as he feels your fleshy walls squeeze n’ clench n’ cum. “Fuuuck k-keep doing that and m’gonna…make a mess. M’gonna-”

The wave of your high only punctures with one of your shrilling moans as Nanami’s tunneling shaft gives an animalistic twitch. You’re hauling him by the tie to crash your lips into his, open-mouthed and raw. “P-please Ken…inside…?”

Barely even coherent over your euphoria and it still manages to shock him to his very core like a zillion volts. 

And maybe he’s cumming - maybe he’s cumming twice- but fuck. He doesn’t even know right now, doesn’t even feel anything other than the clingy splatter of something wet and oozing out of his geysering tip - and the cold, cold taste of your wedding ring. 

Being brought up to his snarling mouth so that he can bite down– “-m’gonna p-put another one of hck! these on you, my love.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - “S-sweet…”

That soft gasping whine tumbles out of Geto’s pretty lips like he didn’t even mean it to - like he didn’t even fucking realize until it was too late. 

And your tearful eyes are cracking wider just a smidge, a sweltering hot gasp sprinting from your mouth and straight towards his tender shaft. Where your leader was ravenously fisting his reddened length in front of your face - rapid, sloppy tugs while he straddled your head.

Practically goading that pearl-sheened droplet of precum to splatter down onto your face, “Sweet.” His nostrils flare as he’s gulping in your scent even further, and now that he’d started he couldn’t stop.

That all-new cursed technique the sorcerers used on him was driving him mad, dolloping out a stringy wad of sap that leaks from the strawberry-pink orifice homed at his very tip. Down, down, down to glue your puckered lips together, “You’re so sweet.” Spank goes the ringing impact of his vein-covered length slapping your cheek, until you feel every winding pattern. Gasping, ��Why? Why the fuck are you so sweet?”

Agonizing, he was genuinely asking.

Spank spank spank- 

Geto’s slender fingers fly up n’ down from the raven curls at his pelvis to thumb his curvaceous cockhead, “Gonna- gonna be the death of me.” His thick, milky thighs shiver where he hovers over your face, dark brows furrowed. “-gonna ruin me. Gonna fuck- fuuuck–”

Your tongue flops out readily as a few speckles of pale white ooze out onto your face, spittle overflowing at the way it was so hot you could almost see steam.

And it wasn’t enough that you’re making him cum like this - your glittery pussy just looks so delectable that Geto Suguru feels like he could die if he doesn’t shuffle himself down your body and plug you full right this very second.

So that’s exactly what he does. 

Fast enough that your stupidly muddled brain wonders whether your boyfriend had teleported, because in a split-second he’s thwacking his ruby-red tip between the leaky crevice of your pussy and cumming.

In ropey, white mases that cobweb your entrance- Geto’s spit-stringed maw falls open at the way your glistening hole quivers greedily. “God, you love it like this, huh?” He seethes, canines drawn in a snarl. “You love it. Sucking me up like that- ya have noooo idea what you do t’me, huh?”

“J-jus’ want you so bad, Suguru–” You’re whining out, the caps of your knees hitting your tits once you’re being folded like a lawnchair underneath him. 

“Fucking slut.” Trying for his usual predatory leer but he sounds feral, gone. Sounding off the most primal slurp as he coats his achin’ tip with the lustre of slick dripping down your boneless thighs, Geto leans over until you could practically taste his expensive cologne. “S’worse than that t-technique. You…you like it like this, huh?”

And the ‘yes yes yes’ is just starting to formulate on your tongue before he’s smushing your cheeks together with his left hand - and barreling his fat, rock-hard cock into your sobbing cunt with the right.

Inch after inch.

So big that just the first creeped-in plop! of his ridged tip scours your gooey wet spots and leaves you keening. His rotund tip stout and wiiide enough that your mouth falls into the same agape oh!

It wasn’t enough - just getting himself off would never be enough. He needed you you you–

“S’that it? S’that what you want?” Geto’s grouching sounds just as merciless as his pace was starting up, flexible hips swirlin’ aaaaching drags of his heavy cock against every nook and cranny of your pussy. “Ta ruin me? Huh–?” And his eyes blow wide, shuddering thighs coming to press up against yours, he grins. “Well- you’ve got me ruined. Fuuuuck you’ve got me ruined.”

“N-nghhh– Sugu- s-so deep.” You cry out once his cherry-red tip swabs your cervix in a prolonged line, your sanity fraying at the edges with each rummaging push. 

“Shit- you like being fuh-fucked like this.” Pounding every wiry sput of ivory into you so hard that you can feel it swirl inside of you and make such a mess. It wasn’t lost on his cottony brain how that only made you even wetter, prattling. “Like this- all- all sloppy.”

“Yes- yes yes yes, want it- want it all.”

And your ruthless leader doesn’t know whether it’s that damn technique or simply you that makes his heart race so rapidly. 

Giving your cushy walls yet another slam, “Oh yeah? Ya like it when I make this ngh- cute cunt all sloppy? Then you better not w-waste a single drop.”

You’re mewling at the probing feeling of his slender fingertips pushing apart your claggy folds to treat your pulsating clit like a button. Tugging and toying. “D-did you just stutter?”

“Shut up.” And for all your mouthiness, it earns you the biggest slap of Geto’s split-ended head bruising your g-spot. So hard that he was almost a magenta purple at the drooling tippy-top, “Shut up shut up shut up-” 

His soothing bass cracks, his hips shudder. Your calves almost ache where he’s manhandling you easily into a mating press, “N’ take it- t-take it- Hck! gonna be all full with me…full with my kids.”

Plural - and that is almost enough to make you babble out nonsense all over again.

“Fuh-fuuuuck– Sugu–”

Geto’s hazed amethyst eyes falter shut as he buries his face to your throat and draaaags in a deep inhale of your honey-dipped pheromones. So sweet. “H-heh- maybe that’ll stop all that backtalk- huh, gorgeous?” 

The curvy lines of his veins slip across your walls as he drills into you oh-so-relentlessly, and the only response you can give are a few gurgling gasps of his name. 

He was insatiable - nothing like himself.

“Yeah? Oh yeah?” Something in his voice hatches primally, and Geto leans over almost mockingly. Harder. Plump, pink lips curling with every squelch! your stretched-out walls sing, “Tell her ta s-stop drooling n’ talk to me straight-”

“B-but I am-”

“I meant her.” Cutting you off, you can feel your ears pop with the sheer pressure of him ravaging your tender insides. The mound of his crownhead pushes into your cervix and you whine– “Shh- she’s talking-” 

Fuck, he wasn’t even talking to you. So fucked-out that you wondered whether he even realized. 

“She’s talking- telling me that she wants it- ohhh she wants me ta fill you up e-even more-” He has the audacity to giggle - giggle - out something octaves higher and maddened, “-ta breed you, my p-pretty cumdump. To make you all full and round and- and full. Full of my daughter, gorgeous.”

Only dabbing the hand at your clit upwards to sliiide along your ajar maw, gathering a few gumdrops of creamy cum that had decided to slip free earlier— he glosses over your lips and makes you let off the loudest wet noise yet. 

Your lashes grow heavy with tears of sensitivity as that very same sensory pad sneaks down to your swollen folds, gliiiding it all over in a lustrous coating. Thick and hot. 

“H-heh.” 

His parched Adam’s apple bobs at the treacly wet glazes decorating both pairs of your lips, looking so unfairly pretty. All dark strands of black sticking to his clammy forehead, dimples displayed, blush devastating. “Almost looks better on her.” Half-opened eyes narrowed down at your soppy pussy, now all glittery and moistened. Geto growls, “Gonna hafta give her a second helping ta make sure, gorgeous.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Got milk?!

“B-baby-” Choso’s puffy, ruby-red lips flap wildly as your hips swerve gently arooound his aching hot cock. That swollen mushroom tip of his stirring your goopy insides in a snug heart until you didn’t know whether you were more fucked or he was. “Baby- hck! baby.”

“Yeeees, Cho?” You’re cooing downwards, planting a sweet, sweet kiss that leaves your poor best friend blushing. 

He was just plain cute even after a mishap with his own cursed technique - one that left his curse-like powers out of control and him…in heat. Thankfully you knew how to help. 

Whining breathily as he gnaws on your lower lip like candied gum, “N-no…”

You watch on with your head tilted prettily as he lowers his chestnut gaze shyly, a silvery line of sweat roaming somewhere down his temple. “I-I meant-” Choso’s stuttering out needily, the blushing curve of his shaft pounding oh-so-rapidly inside of you, pulse racing. He’s creeping a hand up the sides of your hips - your womb. “-I w-want a baby, baby.”

Every second that you’re stilling in slight shock felt like agony to him, every soft clench you’re instinctively smooching over his rummaging circumference was heaven.

And Choso was damn near letting his heavy lids burst with a waterfall of desperate tears before you blink your lashes in such a sensual way– 

“Awww, Choso–” Leaning over his toned pectorals until your honeyed scent overwhelms him and makes him throb. You pat the sexy incubus-looking inking that’d burned over his curly brown happy trail, “-of course you c-”

He doesn’t even let you finish your sentence - doesn’t have the patience to.

Not even the fucking sanity to do anything but clamp down his honed, animalistic canines into the crook of your neck and cum. Just from those words shrilling out of your mouth– he’s wafting out guttural grunts upon grunts into your heated flesh with every splat! of creamy seed covering your insides.

“I-I’ll take ngh- care of it.” You’re making out his scratchy words, “I’ll take care I’ll— oh.” The plump pads of his fingers smear a wet wipe down your leaking slit, scooping up oodles of cum. “I’ll take take of you- take care of our daughter take- take–”

Shit, you looked so sinful with your pretty pussy drooling down on him this way.

Spraying out a shiny sheen of glossy white that dripped down either side of his slender hips, your greedy entrance gulping up every wiry web of seed he was pouring inside you. 

“Need to fuck you- gonna fuck you. Feels like m’fucking burning up if I don’t…” Overtaking him - overtaking his pace.

You’re squealing at the splosh of wetness pooled inside your walls, “P-please, baby.” Head throwing back stupidly once the fat of his thumb slithers to stuff your hole with so many copious wads of sap. “W-want more-”

“D-don’t say that.” A hefty digit finds itself stuffed inside your slackened mouth, and you can’t help but slurp up the caramel salted taste of Choso’s cum right off of him. “-s’not good t-to talk out of your cute c- oh…”

And he’s so ready for you to squirm your body even closer and spit that ivory frosting back over into his mouth, striking his pinkish tastebuds with a resounding splatter. And he swallows. His eyes rolling all the way backwards until you could only see pure white- humming, “But I want more, Cho. Inside.”

“M-more.” Choso gazes up at you - blank-faced, mouth agape. Gone. Shaking his head, gasping to free himself from this cursed technique, “Really- really want more.”

Nodding, “Mor- mmpf–!”

Choso’s slouching over right in half - he couldn’t get enough of you, couldn’t want anything but more. In an instant, all the murked air inside your lungs is being squeezed out once Choso sits up on the silken mattress and hugs his strong arms ‘round your body.

Face pushing into your neck, breath scorching your skin. “More- more.” A high-pitched - almost crazed - sort of laughter departs from his adhesive-like lips, “She wants more- my-” Groooaning at the sultry smooch of his weepy orifice accurately into your cervix, “-my baby wants more fuuuck–!”

Mouth watering with a syrupy wave of spittle at your fragrance, so sweet that he could almost taste it. With a creak! of your aged bedcoils, he’s pounding up into you-

Hard. Fast.

Every gyrating motion massaging his tense core all over your front n’ sweaty inner thighs, “Milking me- milking me- ohh, my baby can f-feel all of it, huh?” 

“I can- hngh! C-can…” Your arms throw over Choso’s broad shoulders as you hold on for dear life. He was just so veiny that every whack! whack! whack! of his bludgeoning crown left your dangling knees weak.

Curtained by silky bangs, glassy eyes of his catch yours, “You can- y-you can, h-huh? Feel every inch, every v-vein-” Almost as if he himself couldn’t believe it, Choso’s trekking over one of his splayed palms to feel for where he’s rummaging your insides and hisses. Sharp tattoos on his nosebridge crinkling, “-every push-” His puffily veined shaft slips over your g-spot with a delicate sluuuuurp, “-right here?”

“Oh- ohhhh fuck! I can–”

“Yeah- yeah yeah yeah- feel it. Feel me.” Now slobbering like a damn dog with every cloudy puff of your pheromones, he can feel the heat overtaking him and making his glistening tip swell. “Gonna fuh-fucking die before I don’t fill ya up-”

It was almost hard to remember that this was your best friend. You’re thumbing away one of the pearly translucent tears that slip down his burning cheeks, “Then you better not hah! miss.”

So looong that every rugged thrust reaches your deepest, tenderest insides; spearheading your poor pussy until you felt your folds rub raw. And the sloppier his cadence gets, the more rapidly your hazed irises are circlin’ your eyes dizzily. 

Choso’s sweet lips glue to each other with a lustre of spit and wobbles, a furious blush overtaking his features from the tips of his ears to down under. “N-ngh!”

And it’s all that he has to say- all that he can breathe before Choso’s not just cumming for the second time - he’s squirting. 

You made him squirt out hot rivulets of sticky sap that clings onto your cunt lovingly, trickling down every ridge of his washboard abs. So much. So heavy.

His bulky tip slips out of your entrance at the sheer momentum and Choso whines- “Sh-she’s gonna have your gorgeous eyes- I love your eyes…” Angrily fisting the chubby base to froth out more and more milky ribbons that scorch your slippery crevices, you’re being flooded to the very brim. “-your smile- y-your beautiful skin- your hair- alllll of you. M’gonna take care of it allll.”

Thighs twitching, you’re barely even talking at this point, your pussy letting off more than enough chatty squelches on behalf of you. 

Choso grips a handful of your right asscheek to tug you closer before- with a noisy splatter, a few viscid tendrils of cum drivel out of you. And oh, his tear-filled gaze is hypnotized by the sight of the mess he’s made below. 

Jaw-dropped. Heated. 

“Oh- marry me.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Suffocate me, woman.

The King of Curses didn’t know how he got here- he didn’t even know why. 

One his damn court subjects was showing off a cursed technique, and the next thing y’know is that you’re seated right on top of his plush, puckered mouth whilst the Ryomen Sukuna begged for your dripping wet cunt. 

“O-oh but, Kuna-” Your lower lip wobbles cutely as his clawed fingers grip each side of your hips like a vice, he’d already been driving you mad with his tongue and his dual cocks for hours now. 

And yet - he still needed more.

“Fuck ‘b-b-but’.” Your hulking husband snarls from down below, and just the sight of his gleaming, honed canines is enough for you to shudder out a gasping oh! The edges of his plump lips tickling your perked pulsing clit-

“If I suffocate y-”

“Then fucking s-suffocate me.” You don’t even have the time to register that you’d made the big, bad king stutter before he’s gripping a bruising handful of your ass and draaaagging you down. Plopping, sitting. Grouchy baritone cracking, “Wh-who do ya think I am, puny human?”

It was a rhetorical question, and the only answer you’re able to give is a jumble of mashed ‘fuck!’ and “Kuna!” 

Bellowing out a throaty groan at the honeyed sap beading down his tongue, Sukuna’s prominent Adam’s apple bobs and gasps with every gulp. Every slap of his scratchy tastebuds, every smooch. 

“S-smells so sweet.” And as if he wasn’t lewd enough, you’re feeling the frigid breeze of him inhaaaling the fragrance of your candied pussy. Grunting, “Wanna kiss? Sloppy- w-wanna kiss, don’tcha?” The slivery edge of his tongue slips past your folds and laps up the remnant excess of his creampies from before- “Mmmm- s’not enough. Not- not enough.”

“N-not enough?”

And it really wasn’t enough for him.

Shoving himself even more nose-deep between your puffy folds meant that Sukuna was hypnotized, his crimson peripherals barely peeking out between his pinkish bangs. 

“Cleaning you up t-ta put in more-” A webbed wallop of cum slips between his lips, and he’s taking a few seconds to sniff your honeyed, raw cunt once more. Senses sensitive twofold, “-gotta put in more. S-sooo much more. Gotta fill you up.”

His mouths - both his mouths - were fucking restless. The slimy tip of his second cursed tongue weaving upwards until you’re flinching at its touch, slopping a wet sheen all over your inner thighs. You’re shuddering as the very berry-pink muscle prolongs to slap your clit, “W-wait that’s ngh! Unfairrrr–”

“Didn’t think I would be nice, did ya?” He’s grumbing out, and the length of his other tongue was so loooong that it could stretch all the way until you’re being smeared wide open. Up, up, up just to taste you. 

You’re halfway through screaming as you feel the tiny hearts that he’s drawing over your inner thighs, faster. Faster. Cracking open a heavy eye, “What? Hm?” Not talking to you - but to his other cursed mouth. “Keh, greedy thing. Go on then.”

Oh. 

Oh, you only get what he meant when his winding muscle starts pokin’ your rubbery entrance. Playfully nudging once - twice, before splitting you so open. 

“S-so deep-!” Sukuna’s mazing his tongue down your dewy dampened walls so deep, glistening hot tip searching like a headlight. He scratches the ridges of his tastebuds right over where he could just pinpoint your g-spot, “W-wait there- hck! There–!”

And usually he would snipe back with something smug, usually he would mock your wailing whines.

But right now, Sukuna was so gone on your dizzying pussy that his nostrils flare as he pushes further face-deep between your jittery legs. 

“There- there there there.” 

Chin dribbling with a lustrous glazing of slick and cum and slick, your fuzzy brain sparks with so many stars with every thrust. Faster. “Does it please you to drench me, brat?” Making out with your slobbering cunt like a man parched. Faster. “Does it p-please you to have me like this? Begging and cleaning out your sloppy haaaa pussy- only to fill you up again?”

Overstimulated tears saturating your eyes, you can only throw your head back and whine– “Y-yes–” Legs twitching where they were fully cushioning Sukuna’s handsome face, “-please…won’t last, Kuna–”

It’s like both his drooling maws only get more eager at your declaration.

Jaw spanking the front of your cunt, he’s sucking on your cute clit like a lolly. “Won’t last, huuuh?” Leering grin reflected upon both mouths, Sukuna’s second tongue dares to draw a swooping pattern- no, his name. His name in a sizzling hot motion on your battered g-spot, “Cum then.”

And when you do, it’s with that very same name trilling from your spit-slicked mouth until your lips are buzzing. 

Peak after peak of white-hot euphoria that leaves your head spinning, heartbeat thundering down all the way to your hot core. And the king is soooo much more than happy to let his features brace your every sloppy drag. 

Creaky joints ricketing at the sheer force, the backs of your thighs aching, “S-s’too good-” Your throat clogs with a few wads of saliva that overspill, so filthy. “-feels like m’in heaven, Kuna.”

And it’s only once your tingling high has simmered down, only once you’re just beginning to catch your punctured breath that he’s finally, finally wrenching himself away with a claggy mwah!

“Well don’t tap out just yet, brat.” Heavy lids hooded - the smile he’s gifting you is so drunken. Chuckling gruffly, “Look at this mess.”

Calling it a ‘mess’ was an understatement. 

Sukuna was ravaged from the apples of his high cheekbones - all glossy with a lacquer of your juices - down to his slobbering second mouth. Still licking its monstrous lips with the cloying remnants of you, tongue flicking wet swipes at your thighs for more more more. 

“Clean it up.”

His tone is sharp, stern- but the way that the man himself hiccups once two of his four beefy arms pick you up and manhandle you over his matching cocks was anything but. 

Hell, he was already wondering whether he could get that damn curse to hit him with this cursed technique a second time.

“O-oh.” Sukuna stutters - stutters, at the heated warmth of your pussylips being spread open over his swollen, pre-topped cockhead. Both so big that not even how much his secondary mouth had tugged on your hole could prepare you for the streeeeetch–

“That’s it- that- that’s it-” His broad, meaty pecs heave, his crimson eyes dilate, his own mouth drools at the snug clench of you. Looming so big, you’re being hovered down like a pretty porcelain doll to maze his rovering strawberry divots tight inside your wet cunt, ravenous. “The king can’t have an heir without filling ya up, human.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - HEIR

It wasn’t the Gojo clan leader’s fault this time - it wasn’t. He swears with every sparking, pussydrunken ounce of his brain that he didn’t purposefully let those damn elders hit him with a sex technique-

“Y’know why I l-let them haaaah- use that technique on me, s-sweetheart?” Gojo’s pert, pink lips twitch as they struggle to keep holding his cocky smirk. Snowy brows furrowing at the splashing wave of his own cum that greets him at your entrance, rumbling bass low in your ear. 

And a sensual squelch sounds as he draaags his ruby tip all the way down and up your slit, sluuurping in a way that makes your husband lick his own lips. “Because this sweet pussy was ngh- begging to be bred. They wan’ an heir, they’re gonna get one.”

And before you can even let out another saturated gasp! he’s hovering his clammy palm over your tummy - your skin crackling with the sizzle of cursed energy before-

“Not yet.”

Not yet not yet not yet.

You’re whining, it’s been this way for hours - days? - now, and Gojo’s leveraging his glowing Six Eyes to check whether his repeated, milky creampies had finally taken. “T-Toru, you’re so mmpf-!”

Unable to even finish your sentence before his beefy, impatient arms are looping around your restless body and hauling you halfway down the soft tatami mats. Both boneless legs thrown over one shoulder, Gojo hadn’t even bothered to take off his expensive yukata. 

Hadn’t even bothered to think - to breathe before he’s plugging you up until you’re overflowing. The curving fringe of his mushroomed tip smacking open your glutinous walls, he hugs your thighs. “She’s begging- she’s saying ohhh…”

“F-fuuuck, Toru!” The whack of his slimily-topped cockhead into your cervix makes you keen, gushing out in so many spurts of thick white that it forms a puddle below you. “Satoru, it’s the hck! technique-”

“S’not.” He’s gritting his pearly teeth, and there’s a little tremble in Gojo’s voice that makes him sound as if he’s on the verge of sobbing. Tender ribbons of his veins bursting out shockwaves- “She’s talking t’me- telling me h-how badly she wants ta be bred.” Sneaking a deeeeep gulp of your saccharine pheromones, gasping. Dizzy. “Don’t you hear that- don’t you- fuuuck, listen.”

Drilling into you until your popped eardrums flood with those noisy squelches, and to the strongest it wasn’t just lecherous music to his ears. 

No, no, no no- it was a full-on conversation that he was sluggishly nodding his head along with. “Right- right.” Smile dangling with strings of lustrous saliva that seems to water his mouth after every vulgar rut, “Says sh-she wants ta be all full- all round n’ glowing with my hair. Nghhh– oh, she’s purring.”

Words crackling with a bout of crazed laughter, you’re gulping at the sexy way that Gojo’s azure pupils bulge ever-so-slightly with stimulation. 

Thighs thrashing on top of his broad shoulder- but Gojo’s too strong. He’s pinning them down on one side and trawling you to meet every mazing thrust, leaking divot digging inside your wet cunt like a searchlight. 

“Satoru- hck! Satoru–” Your trills pitch upwards in both volume and pitch again and again and again with every slapping slam of his rounded girth inside. Gummy walls rubbed raw after so many hours, your body twitches every time you feel the remnants of his goopy cum dribble down your entrance. “I-I want-”

“-more?” Gojo finishes for you, octaves higher. Feverish - and it wasn’t just the technique any more.

And the look in his eyes told you that he wasn’t going to back down any time soon, he wasn’t even growing close to slowing down once he rovers a hand down to your clit and pinches. 

“H-heh, more.” He’s sputtering wetly, knobbly ends of his fingers buzzing with cursed energy. Making you see white-hot, “More more more more–” Gojo twists his dextrous wrist and pulls on your clit, “-my wife w-wants ngh- more, riiiight?”

“Yes- yes yes yes yes-” But more than that you were so close - you were about to cum.

But, of course, the Gojo Satoru knew that.

It’s exactly why he’s tugging on your perked clit a few repeated times more, flickers of blue lightning bolting from the ends of his pretty eyes as he gazes down at your tummy and watches his fat, meaty cock part your slippery walls and target your g-spot dead-on. 

Powers working overtime, “Hit iiiit~” Going out of control, he couldn’t stop watching every syrupy smooch right into that cute bundle o’ nerves, “C’mon- scream my name every time I hit it- don’t be haaaa shy, sweetheart.”

You do you do, with every stinging smack! of skin sticking onto skin - Gojo’s hips were so ruthless it’s as if he was trying to brand your ass with the imprints of his v-line, bruising himself red. 

“More- heh- n’ you’re gonna g-get more.” Cooing at your glittery pussylips, he strikes your clit with a pap! of his thumb. Rubbing in your scent, “More more more- more-”

And Gojo counts underneath his strained breath to exactly three before you’re hitting your overwhelming orgasm. Startling your tearful eyes wide open with the sheer force- it’s enough to make him hitch his breath and collapse his sweaty body on top of yours. 

The squeeze of your strobing walls so tight, the toe-curling pleasure enough for Gojo himself to rub his washboard abs in sultry gyrations like he was melting into you. Stirrin’ his rotund crown deeply inside with every blissful wave, as if he could see the stars bursting cartoonishly around your head. 

Face furiously flushed, long lashes flapping, maw agape. 

“Yeah c’mon- c’mon c’mon c’mon–” He’s hissing into your open mouth, sharp canines leaving your poor swollen lips bruised. “-milk me. Milk me- This time- this time s’gonna take, my girl.”

It’s so much - both your peaked highs and the way that Gojo’s crashing into his own. Not hitting, no- crashing. 

Because all it takes is a few more sloppy strokes of his uneven cadence and his strawberry glazed orifice is bursting with jetstreamed squirts of cum - squirting. 

“O-oh my- fuck!” Your throat scratches at the sheer volume being animalistically stuffed inside of you, creamy white seed and sap and- and you’d just made Gojo Satoru squirt. 

The idea itself was enough to drive you wild - and so was the splashes of puddling torrents that bawled out of your sopping wet pussy. So much that you were leaking, thick. Gushing–

Splat!

You don’t even realize that you’re fucked stupid until it takes a wet splatter somewhere near your heaving chest for you to be brought back into heady reality. Lashes blinking back some semblance of your blotchy vision, “T-Toru are you-”

He was tearing. Those pooling salted tears staining your skin just as much as his goopy white cum was soiling the yukata slipping off of his broad deltoids.

“Oh…” 

“Wh-what–?”

Gojo’s drool-covered lips sag open as he veers his misty gaze to that tummy bulge he’d just pounded ruthlessly into you, aching hips still slithering his swollen inches back and forth. 

Fully wrung out, voice breaking- he sniffles, “-it took i-it took and…oh” Before you can let out anything more than a few whimpering hiccups, you’re just stuffed so full you can barely articulate. “Wonder- wonder if she’ll be gorgeous like her mama- ngh! W-wonder if she’ll be e-extra powerful if I breed this ngh- sweet pussy twice. ” 

He’s giving you a squeeze to your clit that makes you whine at the faintly buzzing cursed energy, fully babbling now. “Wonder if I can use cursed energy on my cock-”

“Satoru.”

A/N. MWAHAHA I feel somewhat better now babygirls n’ it’s all cuz of y’all <3

Plagiarism not authorized.

[sashiavis-reblogs]

I woke up with this scene in my mind, and I couldn't help but write it.

Sooo...

(Warning! 18+ Trans Masc Farmer, Strap-on, Bottom and Top Hard Dom Sebastian, Praise and Humiliation Kink, Overstimulation, Lightly Pet Play (Use of Collar and Pet Name), Breeding, Roughly Sex.)

(I hope I haven't forgotten anything)

It's short, around 1000 words only.

Enjoy! ♡

The farmer was so good, so desperate to please, to be a good boy for Sebastian

And Sebastian likes it, he likes it a lot.

After much begging, Sebastian gave in, today the farmer was wearing a strap-on and he was the one fucking Sebastian.

The farmer was on top, his dildo buried in Sebastian, he wanted so much to please his owner, but his thrusts were erratic, he didn't really know what he was doing, his desperate moans filling the room along with the jingling of the bell attached to his collar, with his face buried in Sebastian's neck, wetting the place with tears of pleasure and desperation.

- Sebby... I c-can't, I'm not g-good at this... - The moans were loud, so desperate, he felt so good, but he regretted not being good enough for his owner.

- Oh puppy, but you were the one who had the idea... and now you can't do it anymore? You're just a desperate slut, aren't you? You want to please me so much, but your cock can only think about yourself... - Sebastian moaned low and hoarse, enjoying seeing the farmer desperate like this, enjoying how he cried and lamented.

- Sorry, master, sorry... - He cries. - P-please... aaah~ - a sly moan left his lips as he went faster, even more desperate, he loved it so much when Sebastian treated him like this, he was going to cum. - I-I'm going to cum... Sebby... Please, please, please~

- Aww, my dirty puppy is going to cum, huh? - Sebastian pulled the farmer's hair roughly, making him look at him, his face flushed and wet with tears and now the jingle of the bell a little louder, being music to Sebastian's ears. - Are you crying? All this for me? Go ahead, cum for your owner, pretty boy.

And said and done, as soon as the farmer's ears caught Sebastian's words, the thrusts became even more erratic, the moans louder and higher-pitched, the jingling of the bell faster, he couldn't take much more, especially being forced to look at Sebastian's face, who had a sadistic smile on his face and moaned hoarsely, satisfied with the way he had ruined the farmer without even doing much.

- Awnn Sebby, Sebby, Sebby... - The farmer moaned as he came, his trembling hands going straight to Sebastian's bare chest, supporting himself there, while the thrusts became deeper, as if he was filling him with his cum, but unfortunately he had no way of doing that.

Sebastian stroked the farmer's hair who fell with all the weight of his naked body beneath him, sighing in satisfaction.

- Do you think it's over?

- U-uh? - A confused murmur came out of the farmer's mouth.

- Now it's time for you to be a good boy and make me cum, don't you think? You were just thinking about yourself, huh? - Sebastian laughed. - You were just looking for your pleasure, you didn't even care about your owner.

- W-what? N-no-

But, without even being able to finish his sentence, the farmer was turned over, now he was on the bottom and Sebastian on top.

- "No" what? Am I lying, whore? - Sebastian's hands went to the farmer's jaw, squeezing it.

- N-no... - The farmer admitted, his cheeks red with embarrassment.

Sebastian stood up to the headboard of the bed, grabbing the leash of the collar that was there, waiting to be used, connecting it to the collar, holding firmly.

- You weren't that bad fucking me, but I think I'd rather have my cock buried in your pussy. I do a much better job. - Sebastian said laughing, looking at the farmer's embarrassed face. - On all fours.

Without thinking twice, the farmer turned around, his knees and hands resting on the bed.

The strap-on was still there and Sebastian had no plans of taking it off.

With his hard cock, dripping pre-cum, Sebastian took it to the farmer's wet pussy, thrusting it in without ceremony, making the farmer moan loudly and sharply in surprise, his pussy still sensitive from having just cum, the thrusts were fast, deep, overstimulating the farmer's pussy, who moaned more and more desperately.

- Sebby... it's too much... I can't take it.

- Oh pretty, you can. - Sebastian laughed, one hand pulling the collar and the other going towards his puppy's swollen and untouched clitoris, wanting to see him cry and tremble even more, more stimulated, the thrusts continued firm and fast, Sebastian's hoarse moans along with the farmer's high-pitched moans filled the room.

- Sebby sebby sebby I'm going to cum again, fuck, I'm going to...

And without being able to finish the sentence the farmer came, trembling, squeezing Sebastian's cock in his pussy, not knowing if he didn't want to let it out or if he couldn't handle so much stimulation anymore, his body weak and almost falling onto the bed.

- Fuck... - Sebastian moaned, he was almost there too.

Seeing that the farmer couldn't hold it anymore, he let go of the collar and put his hands in his hair, pushing him down, making him bury his face in the pillow, his weak arms thrown at the side of his trembling body, the farmer being supported only by Sebastian's strong hands who held his waist tightly while he thrust more and more erratic and deep, he was almost there.

- Sebby, I-I can't, I c-can't take more... It's t-too much

- Almost there, puppy, I'm almost there...

One, two, three thrusts.

The farmer couldn't even think anymore, getting dumb with Sebastian's cock hitting his pussy so deep, his mouth was just open, unable to make any noise, just a rag doll for his owner.

Four, five thrusts and Sebastian came, burying his cock in the farmer's pussy, cumming inside.

- Good boy... Enduring all this for me. - Sebastian pulled his cock out of the farmer's hot pussy, making him moan from the emptiness, Sebastian's cum dripping from the farmer's pussy, painting his soft thighs.

Sebastian enjoyed the sight, but turned the farmer carefully, kissing his forehead.

- So good for me, my puppy, I love you.

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ILLICIT AFFAIRS

You show me colors I can't see with anyone else

You are stuck in an unhappy marriage, not brave enough to leave your cheating husband. Until you meet Sukuna.

Pairing: Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female) Word Count: 10k Warnings: 18+, fluff, hurt/comfort, smut, but not explicit, cheating (Reader's husband cheats on her, and later on, she cheats on him with Sukuna). Sukuna is a CEO (or can be read as a Yakuza boss, too). Sukuna + Reader are both in their thirties. The fic title is taken from Taylor Swift's "Illicit Affairs", but in this story, the secret affair has a happy ending. This story is super self-indulgent, but I hope some of my fellow Sukuna lovers will enjoy it, too! Minors don't interact. Divider @./lovwoung

You often ask yourself what went wrong. How did you end up trapped in this unhappy marriage? Maybe you were too young, too inexperienced, too naive when you met your husband. Maybe you were too insecure, convinced no one would ever want you, and so you gratefully settled for the first man who showed interest in dating you.

Your relationship was never like those romances you knew from books or movies, but you assumed that was just how things were in reality. Your mom, your aunt, and everyone else told you how lucky you were to have finally found a man willing to be with you. How lucky to have found someone with a good job and from a good family. They were also the ones who pressured the two of you to get married, and ever since then, things have gone downhill.

Your husband hasn't shown you any love or affection in years. The only time he shows interest in you is when he wants to have sex, but even that is without any real intimacy. He hasn't kissed you in years, and if he did at this point, you would probably be disgusted by it. There is no love in this marriage.

The worst thing is you know he is cheating on you. You already suspected it when he suddenly had to stay at work a lot longer than usual and when he began to hide his phone screen from you. And then one night, you woke up and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water, and that's when you overheard your husband talking on the phone with some other woman calling her angel and baby and telling her how beautiful she was.

Even though you didn't love him anymore, it still made your world tumble down around you.

You want to leave him, but you can't. Everything is too much, too overwhelming. You have always found it very hard to make decisions, and this one is huge. You have no idea where to go or how to get by on your own. All your savings went into buying this apartment, and now what?

And it's not just the financial aspect that worries you. Everyone has always told you that you would never survive on your own. They always kept you small, turning you into someone who is dependent on others. You got told that you are weird, not good enough, and incapable of ever taking control of your life. And at some point over the years, you started to believe that. Your self-confidence is non-existent.

You tell your mom about the cheating, and she tells you to stay with your husband.

"It's just a little fling. At least you are lucky that he doesn't want to divorce you. It would be such a financial disaster, and you know how you are. You don't do well on your own. Just stay with him and find joy in other things. Maybe pick up a new hobby. I could give you Kira's number. She just joined a nice Yoga class!"

You don't go to the Yoga class, but you also don't leave your husband. You try to pretend everything is fine. Try to gaslight yourself into thinking that maybe you are really just a hysterical, insecure, and overjealous idiot who misinterpreted things.

The months pass, and you catch him flirting on the phone several times. An annual business event is scheduled, which you always accompany him to, but he tells you it got canceled this year. Only to find out from the wife of one of his coworkers that the event took place as usual, but you and your husband simply never showed up. You know why. He didn't want you there. He didn't want to risk his little affair and his wife running into each other.

You've given up on love by now. You hate seeing ads for romance novels or rom-coms. You stop listening to music because most songs are lovesongs. For all you know, romantic love is just a made-up thing that people sing about and write about, but it's all just lies.

Or maybe it does exist in real life. But not for you. Maybe you simply aren't the type of woman who deserves to be loved. Maybe your mom is right, and you should just accept it.

So you stay with your husband, but you are dead inside.

Until you meet Sukuna.

He is everything you ever dreamed about in your secret fantasies that you started to develop to comfort yourself. A dreamed life, but now it's right in front of you, close enough to touch. Sukuna is a real gentleman. An attractive mix of a bad boy and a successful, serious businessman. Smart, confident, and sexy, with a boyish playfulness beneath his professional appearance.

Ironically, you meet him the night you try to save your marriage.

You are already sitting at the table for two you booked for a date in one of the best restaurants in the city. You put on makeup and spend an hour picking a dress in which you feel at least half attractive. And now you sit here, sipping your red wine, waiting for your husband to arrive, to hopefully bond with him again over a delicious dinner and a few hours where you can talk and maybe laugh together.

Only that your husband never shows up. You have already finished your first glass of wine and received several pitiful looks from the waitress when your phone buzzes with a message. It's your husband telling you he can't make it. "Something has come up at work. I don't know when I will be able to leave. Just have dinner without me."

You stare at the message for far too long, not even knowing how to respond. Feeling utterly humiliated, utterly hurt, and abandoned. Worthless. You know he is going to see his girlfriend instead tonight. His girlfriend, who is young and sexy, and can give him what he wants.

And suddenly, you can't hold back the tears anymore. You blink hastily, wiping angrily at your cheeks, trying everything not to ruin your makeup or have a breakdown in the middle of the crowded restaurant. But the waitress chooses that exact moment to walk up to you with an overly bright smile, asking,

"Excuse me, Madam. Would it be alright if someone joins you at your table?"

You look at her, caught off guard, really not wanting a stranger at your table in this horrid moment, but you are too polite to say no, and so you smile weakly back at her, pressing out in a tear-thick voice,

"Of course, I don't mind."

You wipe your eyes again, trying to will the tears away, as a tall man in a fancy-looking black suit and slicked-back pink hair comes into view. He is snapping at the waitress, clearly annoyed, saying something about how rude it is to forget his reservation and that this will have consequences since he is a regular customer, etc.

But he sits down across from you, still fuming as the waitress bows deeply several times, apologizing profusely for the mistake, promising that the man's food and drinks will be free tonight.

He lets out an exasperated sigh and orders a glass of red wine, which the waitress immediately scrambles to get for him.

You gulp hard, trying to regain composure, hoping you don't look as forlorn as you feel. You lift your head to nod at the man across from you, trying to muster up a polite smile because, after all, you have been trained from a young age to always be friendly.

You take him in and draw in a surprised breath. He is gorgeous. The most attractive man you have ever seen. Tall and broad-shouldered with masculine but beautiful features. Angular jawline, intelligent maroon eyes, and sensual lips that are lifted in a smug smirk as he nods back at you,

"Excuse this inconvenience. I will make sure whoever is responsible will get fired."

And, of course, you splutter and are quick to try doing damage control, not wanting some poor person to lose their job over this.

"Oh no, please, it's no problem at all!"

The pink-haired man laughs softly, a low, husky sound that makes your pulse flutter nervously.

He looks intimidating with his tall height and muscular build, and the tattoos that line his handsome face. But he is distinguished and elegant, wearing a designer suit and an expensive watch. Clearly, he is a regular guest of a restaurant like this.

He looks like a successful CEO (or a Yakuza boss, your mind provides not helpful at all). He's definitely someone in a powerful position, judging by his whole appearance and the dominant and confident aura he exudes. But he also has pastel pink hair, a boyish grin, and a playful attitude that makes him seem not as scary as you first thought.

His wine arrives from a different waitress, and he thanks her politely, telling her,

"Put everything the lovely lady across from me orders on my card."

The waitress is quick to bow deeply with a polite, "Of course, Mr. Itadori," at the same moment, as your eyes widen, and you quickly argue,

"Oh no, please, I can't..."

But he smirks his charming smirk and lifts a large hand dismissively,

"It's the least I can do for ruining your evening in much-wanted solitude."

Much wanted solitude.

His words hit you to the core, making all the sadness well up in you again. If only it were true. If only you were truly a single, independent woman who came here after a successful day at work to enjoy dinner on her own in voluntarily chosen solitude.

But you are none of that. You are an abandoned and unloved wife with a boring job and no money, sitting here at a table for two because your husband ditched you to fuck his pretty little assistant in his office.

And suddenly, the tears are back in your eyes, making it hard to see. You quickly avert your shameful gaze, your hand grabbing your wine glass so tightly it almost breaks.

Your sight is blurry, but you can still see the shocked look on the man's face across from you. His eyes dart away from you but then back again, obviously not used to the company of a crying stranger. He clears his throat before he leans slightly across the table, lowering his voice to a soft murmur,

"Are you alright?"

You feel embarrassment flood you, feeling so mortified at your behavior. You wish the ground would just open up and swallow you! This is so typical of you, ruining this stranger's evening, because you don't have your emotions under control and act like a complete fool. It's something your husband would chide you for or make fun of if he saw it.

"I... I am so sorry! Please just ignore me."

You hate how your voice breaks, and before you can suppress it, a pathetic-sounding sob falls from your lips. You press your hands to your face, sobbing silently into them, trying to hide from the world and from the poor guy who's forced to share this table with you.

But then you feel a tentative touch, a warm hand gently brushing over your arm, and you pull your hands from your face, blinking at your table partner, feeling your lips tremble and your face burning, knowing that you must look so ugly right now with your makeup ruined and tears and snot coating your face.

Another apology is already waiting on your tongue, but he shakes his head, and somehow, it's so authoritative but also gentle that your apology dies on your tongue. Instead, you blink at him, as he cocks his head and watches you thoughtfully, that low voice so smooth and soothing when he says,

"Don't apologize."

You nod, trying to smile gratefully at him, but fail miserably as his kind reaction only causes more tears to fall.

He shoves his hand into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulls out a handkerchief. Not a paper tissue, but an actual handkerchief. He offers it to you, and you reach for it automatically, thanking him. But you freeze the moment your hand wraps around the fabric, realizing it's made out of fine silk.

He raises an eyebrow,

"Please, take it."

"But I... I will just ruin it with my makeup..."

He huffs, a soft smirk lifting his lips,

"I don't care. I'll just buy a new one. Take it. I insist."

"Th.. thank you, sir. That's really sweet of you."

His lips twitch,

"You're welcome. And for you, it's Sukuna, not sir."

You sniffle, pressing his handkerchief against your cheeks as you nod and tell him your name.

His smirk softens to a small smile, and he jerks his tattooed chin toward your empty wine glass.

"Do you want another one of those? Looks like you could use it."

You nod as more tears well up in your eyes, and Sukuna snips his fingers, instantly summoning a waiter to your table as if they are all hovering nearby just waiting for Sukuna to voice a wish.

Five minutes later, you have another red wine to hold on to and sip on, which causes a comforting buzz in your head, and suddenly, it all breaks out of you, and you tell Sukuna everything. You tell him about your failed marriage, about how lonely you feel, how unloved. About your cheating husband. About how pathetic you think you are for not daring to leave him because you have never been on your own before and you have no one who has your back.

You cry and sob and take big gulps of the wine while pouring your heart out to this beautiful stranger sitting across from you. This guy who, despite his intimidating look, is surprisingly gentle with you and who doesn't mind that you stain his silken handkerchief with your mascara and lipstick.

Sukuna actually listens to you. He looks earnestly at you, clenches his jaw when you tell him how your husband treats you, and shakes his head when you say under tears how stupid you think you are.

"No, you aren't. Don't blame yourself. It's him. He is the problem. He is the asshole."

Sukuna is the first one who tells you that you deserve better.

You feel an unexpected relief at finally being able to pour your heart out to someone. And just when you get yourself enough under control again to begin feeling embarrassed at your outburst, Sukuna flashes you a smirk and raises an eyebrow, asking,

"Do you want me to get rid of him for you?"

Which makes you forget the embarrassment and instead stare at him with big eyes and hurriedly splutter,

"Oh my god, no! This is not what I..."

You don't get any further because Sukuna begins to laugh, shaking his head slightly as his eyes sparkle amusedly at you.

"Don't worry. I'm just joking."

You huff a breath of relief, followed by a little laugh. Sukuna's comment managed to pull you out of your little moment of regret, and you feel better again, taking another sip from your wine and even managing to eat a few bites of the meal Sukuna ordered for the two of you, claiming that an empty stomach is never good.

Sukuna is nice to you. It's astounding to you because, with the way he looks with those face tattoos and the slightly dangerous aura surrounding him, you would have never thought a man like him could be so nice. It brings more tears to your eyes, feeling too emotional from all the wine. But you use Sukuna's handkerchief to blot them away.

He leaves with you when you say you have to go home, walks around the table, and pulls out your chair like a real gentleman. He offers you his strong arm when you sway lightly on your heels. He helps you into your coat and accompanies you to the exit.

You stand in front of the restaurant on the busy street, but all you see is Sukuna, who stands so close to you that you can smell his cologne, a sensual, woodsy scent that fits him perfectly, smelling expensive and sexy.

He puts a large hand on your tear-stained cheek, cupping it gently, wiping a few fresh tears away, and you take a step closer to him as if drawn in by a magical force, craving this tender touch, even if it's just a stranger touching your cheek in the middle of a busy sidewalk.

Sukuna is so tall and broad, making you feel so safe somehow, and before you can stop yourself, you lean your head against his broad chest, closing your eyes for a moment and sighing longingly. For the first time in so long, you feel as if you can breathe.

You reluctantly take a step back again, tilting your head to smile up at Sukuna, thanking him again for everything he did for you. And he grins at you and leans down, his lips brushing over your ear, while his hand still caresses your cheek,

"You deserve so much better than your asshole of a husband. Don't hesitate to call or text me when you need a break again."

And with that, he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. It's such a delicate feeling, so soft and gone again in a split second that you aren't sure if it really happened or if you just imagined it, but it fills you with such warmth that it almost hurts.

Sukuna pulls away with a smirk, and you see a business card dangling from his long fingers. You take it from him with a small, grateful smile.

+++

Several days pass, during which you firmly ignore the business card that's still in your purse.

Waking up the next morning after meeting Sukuna made you feel strange. Guilty somehow. As if you had done something wrong. It's ridiculous, of course. Nothing happened between Sukuna and you. And if someone was supposed to feel guilt, it was your husband. And yet you refused to even look at the business card, feeling like you would be doing something bad if you even so much as entertained the idea of adding Sukuna's number to your contacts.

No, you would never contact Sukuna. You would do as your mom had said. Just accept the circumstances of your marriage and create your own happiness. Maybe you should really find a new hobby. Or maybe you could get a pet? A cat or a dog?

For the next few days, you almost manage to convince yourself that you are fine with your life. You keep yourself busy by researching different cat and dog breeds and starting a new TV show.

But then you walk in on your husband flirting with his affair on the phone again, and you see red. This time, you can't stop yourself from confronting him, from snapping at him and screaming at him under tears to stop it.

It leads to nothing, though. He is so unbothered, so smooth, lying through his teeth, downplaying it, claiming she is just a good friend, making you seem like some nutcase who overreacts at every little thing.

You escape to the bedroom, sitting on the bed, staring off into space as tears stream down your face, feeling so helpless in your rage and misery. What are you supposed to do when your cheating partner refuses to admit he is actually cheating on you?

You wish you had the courage to leave him. Or better, you wish he would take the decision from you and leave you so you won't be the one everyone blames for ending this seemingly perfect marriage! And so you won't have to be the one who makes a decision that will change your whole life.

You yank open your nightstand, searching for some paper tissues. And that's when you see Sukuna's handkerchief again, peeking out from under a package of chocolate cookies.

You brush tenderly over the soft, silken fabric. A small smile lifts your lips as your fingers brush over the initials embroidered on it in one corner in a fancy gold thread. S.I.. Itadori Sukuna.

You let out a long breath, wiping your tears away with one hand while the other holds the handkerchief. And suddenly, the clouds seem to disappear as you remember the warmth you felt when Sukuna cupped your cheek and wiped your tears away. And suddenly you know what you want to do.

You jump up and walk to your dresser, pull it open hurriedly, and yank out the purse you had with you in that restaurant. You open it, impatiently emptying its contents over your bed, until you see the business card with Sukuna's contact information.

On any other day, you would overthink things and take an hour to even make up your mind about what to write, but in the state you are in right now, everything seems so clear.

You grab your phone, add Sukuna's contact, and open a new text message. Your fingers seem to do the work without you consciously having to think about it as they quickly type a message:

"Hey. It's your surprise table partner from last Friday. Thank you again for being so nice to me and for your handkerchief."

You feel triumphant as you place your phone down on your nightstand. And then it buzzes, and your heart jumps to your throat. There's a reply.

"I'm glad you finally texted me. You are very welcome. How are you feeling?"

"I am ok. What about you?"

You cringe at your poor small-talk skills, but Sukuna is surprisingly easy to talk to. He tells you about his day, about business meetings, and what he will have for dinner.

There's a strange feeling spreading through your chest. A kind of longing. You crave the feeling of being near Sukuna again. How safe you felt when leaning your head against his chest for a few seconds. How seen you felt when he listened patiently to you and reassured you.

You want to see him again. Want that feeling again.

"I want to give you back your handkerchief. Where can we meet?"

You know you sound weird as fuck, but it's the only way you dare ask him to meet you again.

"I don't want that handkerchief back, sweetheart. But we should meet up anyway. I quite enjoyed your company. How about you join me again for dinner sometime this week?"

Oh.

Your heart is racing uncontrollably, and your hand shakes as you stare at Sukuna's message.

This is it. This is where things become dangerous. You know the right thing to do would be to say no. It's what a married woman should do. But your husband is in the living room, probably sexting his little affair, so why should you be a good wife?

And so you text Sukuna back, letting him know that dinner sounds great.

+++

The dinner with Sukuna is nice. Really nice. You catch yourself feeling so much lighter, your lips lifted in genuine laughter, your eyes shining with happiness as you spend your evening with Sukuna. He is a very charming conversationalist. Cocky, but in such a playful way that it makes you giggle and feel your face get hot from all the joy it brings you to playfully joke around with him and let him tease you in such a charming and light-hearted way.

Your meeting is innocent, nothing that could be counted as cheating. Just a man and a woman who enjoy good food and wine together and chat about everything and nothing. The occasional small touches don't count, right? Like when Sukuna's large hand brushes over the back of your much smaller hand that's resting on the table.

Or when he reaches across the table to cup your chin and wipe some cherry sauce off the corner of your lips with his thumb. But just because his gentle touch makes your skin tingle and your pulse quicken doesn't mean there is anything going on between Sukuna and you!

Sukuna refuses to let you pay, saying it's a delight for him to have you keep him company. And you laugh bashfully and wave him off but feel so giddy. Sukuna offers you his arm when you walk out of the restaurant, and you take it happily, marveling at how tall he is and how safe you feel walking at his side, biting your lip when you wrap your hand around his upper arm and feel his big biceps flex under your palm.

You say good night on the street in front of the restaurant, and before you know what you are doing, you wrap your arms around Sukuna for a light hug. You intend to pull away again immediately, just a quick, friendly hug, but you get stopped by Sukuna's strong arms wrapping around you, holding you firmly, hugging you back, and not letting you go yet.

He rests his chin on your head, and you have the enticing scent of his cologne in your nose again. You feel so warm and comfortable with Sukuna's strong arms around you, his tall, muscular body pressing against you, warm and reassuring. It makes you let out a shaky breath, overcome with feelings, because you can't remember the last time someone hugged you like this.

Sukuna's low voice is a velvety rumble when he says,

"I am on the National Museum's VIP list. There will be a pre-opening event for a new exhibition this coming week. Heian era. It sounds interesting. Would you like to accompany me?"

You lift your head, looking curiously at Sukuna,

"What must one do to get added to the National Museum's VIP list?"

An amused smirk lifts Sukuna's lips, making him look so unfairly handsome,

"Oh, nothing much, just make one or two generous donations every year."

He shrugs, and you laugh, beaming up at him in amusement as you nod,

"I would love to accompany you."

"Sweet. It's settled, then. I'll text you the day and time."

You want to walk to the subway, but Sukuna stops you with a warm hand on your arm, saying he will drive you home. For a moment, you freeze, not knowing what to say. It feels wrong somehow to let another man drive you to the apartment you share with your husband. And maybe you should be cautious and keep a distance and not let Sukuna know exactly where you live.

But you shake yourself out of it. All of those things have been hammered into your brain all of your life, making you anxious and scared and never truly living your life. You are already meeting with Sukuna for dinner and will accompany him to a museum next week. The world won't end if he knows your address!

You smile at him and nod, telling him it would be very nice if he drove you. And Sukuna smiles back, a pleased look in his maroon eyes. He gently steers you towards the parking space with a large hand resting lightly on the small of your back as you stroll down the street.

You catch yourself having a more upright posture than usual, your head lifted, your lips adorned with a soft smile. You feel like the passerbies are all looking at you and Sukuna. Maybe thinking the two of you are a couple on a date, and the thought makes your stomach tingle.

Sukuna's car is a black Porsche. You don't even know why you are surprised. He grins lazily as he opens the door for you and helps you slip into the passenger seat, handing you your purse when you sit and carefully closing the door behind you before he walks around the front of the fancy sports car and gets into the driver's seat.

"Nice car," you say, and Sukuna turns to look at you with a teasing twinkle in his eyes,

"Well, I'm not a nice guy, so at least my car should be."

"Oh, I think you are very nice."

The two of you hold eye contact for a long moment, both pairs of eyes filled with amusement before you burst out giggling, and Sukuna joins you with his low laugh.

+++

You spend the next evenings at home, having dinner with your husband, who is busy with his phone most of the time, making the cold, heavy feeling in your stomach even worse.

Your only joy is the anticipation you feel in looking forward to Wednesday afternoon when you will meet Sukuna at the museum.

He is already waiting when you arrive, leaning casually against a pillar next to the entrance, tall and handsome with his perfectly styled pink hair and his Tom Ford suit. A dark red one this time, which makes his eyes look like red wine.

Sukuna is a beautiful man.

For a moment, you feel a nervous flutter in your chest, but it vanishes again when Sukuna grins at you and greets you with his warm, low voice and a large hand on your back, pulling you into a half hug.

He doesn't even have to say his name when the two of you approach the young man who greets the guests and ticks off their names on the guest list.

"Ah, Mr Itadori! Have fun at the exhibition. And thank you so much for your generous support."

Your hand slips naturally around Sukuna's arm as you stroll through the exhibition. It feels nice to be here. It makes you realize how long it's been since you last visited a museum. Or did any kind of activity, really. Your husband never had time for you during the last few years.

You can tell that Sukuna is genuinely interested in the exhibition. He already seems to be an expert on the topic, adding interesting facts to the already detailed info sheets next to each exhibition piece.

It's an equal amount of endearing and sexy how nerdy he seems to be about this. Attractive. You like smart men. You like it when a man is passionate about learning everything about a topic that interests him. And Sukuna is like that.

You hang on his lips, soaking up his knowledge, feeling way too hot when you watch the sparkle in his maroon eyes as he goes into a passionate monologue about political intrigues during the timeline of one of the exhibition pieces.

And he seems to like that you also show genuine interest in the exhibition and in what he has to say about it. He blesses you with a soft smile that makes your stomach flutter. You feel exhilarated, your heart pounding in your chest, almost bursting with happiness. A long-forgotten feeling emerging again after so many years.

You thank Sukuna profusely for the fun afternoon, and he grins that charming, boyish grin at you and tells you he is grateful that you kept him such lovely company.

This time, there is no doubt about whether he really kisses your cheek or not. His lips linger on your heated skin for a long moment, soft lips pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek before Sukuna smiles at you and cups your other cheek with his hand, his long fingers caressing it slowly.

"Let's meet again for dinner next week, sweetheart."

+++

You pace your living room restlessly.

Your trip to the museum with Sukuna made you realize something. It made you realize what this giddy feeling is that has been filling you ever since you started to meet up with him. That light-hearted, fluttery, happy feeling you get when you see him or even just when you think of him (which is almost every waking second of your day).

You try to shut down those feelings, telling yourself it's dangerous to let someone make you feel so much again. It makes you too vulnerable. It will only lead to more chaos and more hurt.

Why would a man like Sukuna even be interested in anything serious with me? He can probably have anyone. Either he only sees me as a friend, or I am just a little fling to him. I have to stop this before I get in even deeper!

In the coming week, you cancel your dinner with Sukuna by sending him a short text telling him you have a cold. He sends you a get well soon message and asks if you need anything, which you deny, even while you sob silently because Sukuna is so caring, and all you want to do is run into his strong arms and forget about your joyless life.

But you stay strong and put your phone away, forbidding yourself from sending more messages to Sukuna.

Your husband makes a rare attempt to talk to you, and you already know what he wants. After tiptoeing around you for several hours, he asks you for sex. You join him in the dark bedroom, feeling nothing as you slip out of your clothes and climb into bed with him.

You have learned to close your eyes during sex and let your mind wander, imagining all kinds of fictional scenarios to help you feel anything at all. But this time, you don't think of a fictional love interest out of a romance novel or an actor you find attractive. This time, you think of Sukuna.

You feel dirty afterward as you stand under the shower and scrub at your skin. Dirty for thinking of Sukuna while you slept with your husband. But what makes you feel even dirtier is that you still let your cheating husband touch you even though Sukuna is so nice to you. It feels as if you are cheating on both of them.

You cry so much that you feel like you have no tears left.

+++

Even though you haven't met or talked to Sukuna in over a week, he is still constantly on your mind. You are haunted by images of him. That beautiful tattooed face. That sexy low voice and the playful smirk. That tall and muscular body that makes you feel so tiny in comparison and so safe when you are standing in front of him or leaning against him.

You sigh. One would assume that acknowledging that you are developing romantic feelings for Sukuna would make things easier for you. Clearer. But the thing is, even though you know what your heart wants, you are still too scared to end things with your husband. There are too many insecurities. Too many risks and you feel so useless and weak, just like your parents always told you you are.

You feel frozen, unable to make a move. There is this wonderful man who treats you as if you are special and shows you how a man is supposed to make you feel, and yet you lack the courage to get out of your loveless marriage.

You have always been an overthinker, always scared to trust your instincts. Brought up to always be sensible and make decisions with your head and not your heart. So how could you just leave the security of this marriage? Especially when you are trying to convince yourself that Sukuna would never want a relationship anyway.

No, you can't let yourself believe that you could have a future with Sukuna. This is just a stupid dream born out of your naivety, which your parents always warned you about.

And how could you even go about ending things with your husband? Sit him down and tell him it's over? But what then? What do you do when he just refuses to accept it?

Or should you just pack your bag and leave while he is at work, letting him return to an empty apartment and a goodbye letter on the kitchen table? But where would you go? To a hotel? You have no money. To your parents? You would feel so ashamed, and you fear their judgment. To a friend? You don't really have any friends anymore who you are close enough with to ask this of.

You sigh. None of it seems achievable. Not for you. You are too chicken to do any of it.

Your husband informs you that he will be gone for two days for a business trip, and you let out a breath of relief, happy about the freedom you feel when he is away and you have the apartment to yourself.

You open a bottle of wine, listen to your favorite playlist, and dance around the kitchen, almost able to convince yourself that things will be ok and you can just live a life feeling detached from the hurt your marriage causes you.

And then your iPad dies. You groan, quickly walking to the spare room you use as an office to grab your husband's laptop, only to get greeted by his e-mail inbox, where you see a booking confirmation for a romantic couple getaway for the next two days.

You stare at it wide-eyed. And then you sit down in a daze and go through the received and sent e-mails, only discovering more outrageous things. The escort girls your husband booked over the last year, the flowers he ordered for other women, while you never got any flowers from him in all your years married to him. The romantic getaways he booked anytime he claimed to go on business trips.

You can't even cry about it anymore. The sadness is replaced by cold rage. And by a strange feeling of resignation. You know you could show all of this to your mom and finally make her believe what you told her all this time. Finally, presenting her and everyone else with proof of how badly your husband treats you.

But even as you snap pictures of the e-mails, you realize you can't bring yourself to do it. And the infuriating thing about it is that it's not even because it causes you hurt, but because you still want to protect your husband. If you show your mom this, she will confront him and make a huge scene. And you don't want that to happen. Even after everything he did, you still are too much of a good girl to let him face the rage of your mom.

That's why you close the laptop again without doing anything. You make sure to put it back to where you found it.

But a different kind of conviction has settled over you. If your asshole of a husband can go on romantic getaways and sex meetings, you can allow yourself some fun, too, can't you?

It's not even that you plan to have sex when you text Sukuna. You just want to meet him for dinner or another trip to the museum. You just want to talk to him, and laugh with him and soak up the light feeling he gives you.

He calls you instead of texting back. Your heart races when you take the call, and Sukuna's velvety low voice fills your ear,

"I just came home from a big grocery haul. So how about instead of meeting at a restaurant, you come to my apartment, and I cook for you?"

You agree instantly.

+++

Unsurprisingly, Sukuna lives in one of the most expensive neighborhoods of the city. The luxurious apartment complex makes you feel nervous and a bit out of place. But that uneasiness slips from you the moment Sukuna opens his door and greets you with that sexy, teasing smirk and a playful little comment.

It's the first time you see Sukuna dressed casually. And it undeniably does something to you to see him in a pair of gray sweatpants and a rather snug-fitting white t-shirt that clings to his buff pecs and gives you a nice view of his muscular arms and more of his tattoos. You aren't sure what is more mouth-watering, the food that is simmering in one of the pots on Sukuna's stove or his big biceps that flex deliciously with every move.

Sukuna lifts you onto the kitchen counter, easily picking you up and setting you down as if you weigh nothing. A fact that makes you all flustered and sends your pulse racing, making you gratefully grab the wine glass Sukuna is offering you, so you can hide your face behind it and let the alcohol calm your nerves.

No man has ever cooked for you before, and watching Sukuna do it is one of the most attractive things you have ever witnessed. He is so sexy. Passionate and skilled, and still always taking time to playfully flirt with you or ask you to try one of his dishes, feeding you food from a spoon or from his fingers.

There is a special kind of electricity between you tonight. An almost touchable tension that makes your skin tingle anytime Sukuna brushes up against you.

His voice is husky when he tells you what ingredients he uses to marinate the roasted vegetables. And you can't help but let your tongue flick over his fingers when he pushes a slice of roasted zucchini against your lips.

Sukuna groans softly. Your breath hitches in your throat, and you look up at his tattooed face. You are met by a hungry glint in those beautiful maroon eyes that remind you of the wine Sukuna poured for you.

You are caught in Sukuna's intense gaze, unable to look away. Everything else seems to fade away.

And the next thing you know is that Sukuna is kissing you. Or maybe you were the one who pressed her lips against his first. You don't know. All you know is that you are kissing right here in Sukuna's kitchen while you sit on the kitchen counter, and he is standing between your legs. His large hands are cupping your cheeks and tilting your head back, and your hands are twisting in the front of his soft white t-shirt, pulling him closer to you as you sigh needily into his mouth.

Sukuna kisses you like you have never been kissed before. Passionate, fiery. Deep and sensual, making your head spin and your pulse flutter under Sukuna's hands.

You can't get enough of him and wrap your arms and legs around him as if you are scared he will vanish into thin air if you let go of him. You kiss him with a hunger unknown to you until now. Like a starving person being presented with a life-saving meal.

Sukuna's large hands trail down your sides, fingertips grazing over the sides of your breasts, eliciting a needy little whine from you, and further down until they reach your thighs. You are drunk on his kiss, drunk on him, melting under every little touch.

And Sukuna hums in the back of his throat and deepens the kiss even more. His large hands slip under you, cupping your ass, kneading it while he makes you moan around his tongue.

You have always been shy, but there is something about Sukuna and the way he makes you feel that makes you slip a hand under his t-shirt, feeling him up, greedily caressing his flexing abs, feeling dizzy at how good his firm muscles feel under your fingertips.

You both can't seem to stop kissing, both tumbling down further and further into this heated desire. You are faintly aware of Sukuna mumbling against your lips that the sauce needs to simmer for another hour anyway, and then he picks you up and lifts you easily off the kitchen counter while his lips claim yours again.

Sukuna carries you to his bedroom while never breaking the kiss, and you suck on his bottom lip and run your greedy hands through his soft pink hair and down his bulging biceps, wanting him so much that you think you will die if you don't get all of him tonight.

You sleep with Sukuna on his fancy bed, and it's nothing like it was with your husband. It's like you finally learn how sex is supposed to feel with a man who truly wants you.

Sukuna makes you feel wanted and desired, a feeling that is so new to you after all these years caught in a loveless marriage where your husband made you feel undesirable, unattractive, and like you would never be able to find anyone else with how your body looks and how lousy you are in bed.

But with Sukuna, it is completely different. You feel sexy here in his bed with the way he looks at you when he undresses you. And with the way he moans sweet praise in your ear before his lips and hands worship your body.

Sukuna is a real man. Experienced and confident, but so loving and patient with you when you get shy and tell him that you aren't very experienced and that your husband was disappointed in your skills in the bedroom.

At one point, you tense up, thinking Sukuna will get angry like your husband when you are clumsy during sex. But the opposite is the case. Sukuna is calm and gentle, talking to you in that sexy low voice, all soothing and sexy, telling you that it's ok and that you don't have to be scared or embarrassed.

He kisses you until your head spins and then asks you why you got so tense, asks you what you need. And you almost break out in tears, hugging him tightly, hiding your face in his defined pecs, inhaling his scent, and feeling so loved and so safe in his strong arms like never before.

"I just... I have only been with my husband, and he told me I am not good in bed. He always got mad at me when I didn't know how something worked. I am sorry if I am not what you are used to."

And you feel Sukuna's arms tightening around you, feel him tense up. But he isn't angry with you, only with your husband.

"That man is such a fool. Look at me, darling."

You lift your head off his chest and look at his tattooed face when he looks at you all earnestly,

"You are a beautiful woman, sexy and desirable, and I want to fuck you so good you forget your own name. Because that's what you deserve. And you don't have to be experienced or fuck like a pornstar. You are perfect the way you are, and you drive me crazy. And if you don't know how something works and you want to learn it, then I will teach you, and I promise I will be patient and gentle."

You nod wildly, feeling too emotional to speak, and instead press your body against Sukuna's and capture his lips in another needy kiss. You can feel his smile against your lips when he wraps his large hands around your waist and takes control.

Everything is so easy after that. No words are needed. Just hands and lips exploring each other's skin in heated caresses and bodies entangled in feverish passion. You let yourself fall, give yourself fully into Sukuna's loving hands. Let him take care of you like no one has ever done before.

He fucks you so good you cry.

All the years of feeling undesirable and not enough slip off you now that you are in Sukuna's bed under his gorgeous, tall, and heavy body, your nails leaving scratches on his broad back, hot tears of bliss streaming down your cheeks, and his name falling sweetly from your lips over and over again like a prayer.

It's like you are finally alive, like you are a flower that finally blooms after all these years.

+++

That first night in Sukuna's bed changed you profoundly.

You catch yourself smiling all day. There's a new bounce in your steps. You feel so much lighter. Your stomach is filled with butterflies as if you are a teenager again who has her first crush. Your chest feels so warm. You're filled with new hope. Maybe there is more to life and love than you thought, after all.

You feel like, for the first time, someone has really seen you. You weren't aware that sex like this existed in real life. That a man could make you fall apart like that. Sukuna fucked you in a way that was life-changing, making you feel like you gave him not just your body but also your soul.

And as passionate and nasty as the sex with Sukuna was, he made you feel respected the whole time. Adored. That is what makes you lose your mind anytime you think of it. You have been with your husband for so long, and yet even in the beginning, when the feelings were still fresh, he never made you feel adored or loved in bed. You didn't even know it until now, but he only ever made you feel used.

When your husband asks you for sex, you turn him down his time, telling him you aren't in the mood, and you don't even feel guilty for it.

You keep running back into Sukuna's strong arms over and over again. Into his bed, under his heavy body, where you feel loved and wanted. It's like he opened your eyes, and now you can see all those new colors that you only seem to be able to see with him.

+++

Your clandestine meetings continue for weeks. It surprises you to see winter turn into spring, and yet Sukuna is still texting you, inviting you to more dinner dates and to more intimate meetings in his bedroom. You always assumed he would end your little affair before things became too serious.

But somehow, he is still in your life, reserving his Wednesday evenings for you, buying you roses, and taking you to the best restaurants in the city.

One night, you sit up in his bed on the ruffled silk sheets and bite your lip as you let your gaze trail over Sukuna's naked body. His tattooed skin, his buff muscles, his beautiful silhouette. And you blurt out,

"Why do you keep seeing me?"

It's what you have been asking yourself from the start. What does Sukuna see in you? You are mediocre in every way. Average looks, no real talents, and no impressive career. A wife who got neglected by her husband because she wasn't good enough in his eyes. A woman in her thirties, who was replaced by a younger, more attractive version.

Sukuna, on the other hand, is gorgeous, powerful and rich, and his age only makes him more attractive. He could have anyone.

Sukuna hums softly and turns onto his side, lifting his head to watch you with curious maroon eyes.

"What do you mean, darling?"

You avert your gaze, sighing, bringing up your hands in a helpless little gesture,

"I... I mean, you are you, and I am me. And I just don't understand what you see in me."

Now, the noise Sukuna makes sounds a bit like a growl. You feel stupid for saying anything, already about to scramble out of his bed and flee before you make an even bigger fool of yourself. But you don't make it out of bed. Sukuna's strong arms wrap around you and stop you. He pulls you back into his arms and against his solid, broad chest.

"Don't belittle yourself like that. I keep asking to see you because I want to. Because I like spending time with you. You are so sweet. You make me feel so warm when I have always felt so cold."

His words hit you like a truck. You blink rapidly, your eyelashes fluttering against Sukuna's chest.

"R... really?"

He huffs softly, letting out a low chuckle as his large hand pets your hair,

"Yes, really. I used to only have one-night stands or casual flings. Just sex and nothing more. I used to think that was all I needed. But you showed me something different. Hell, I've never spent so much time with a woman before I slept with her for the first time. And I enjoyed every second of it! I like spending time with you to talk and laugh with you and just have this companionship. You make me feel like maybe I am not that cold-hearted asshole I always thought I was."

You gulp hard, tears filling your eyes. But this time, happy ones. You sniffle against Sukuna's naked chest and press a tender kiss to his tattooed skin.

"You are so sweet, Sukuna."

He laughs softly, and you can feel it against your cheek, a low rumble, where your face is resting on his chest,

"You are the first one who told me I am sweet. Are you sure?"

Now, you laugh softly, too. The insecurity you felt a moment ago forgotten,

"Yes, 100% sure. No one has ever treated me as sweet as you."

"It's what you deserve. You are so sweet that I want to be sweet for you, too. And..."

Sukuna's large hands tighten around your hips, and he flips you over. He rolls on top of you, covering you whole with his tall, broad body. His lips find your neck, trailing little kisses over it, his low voice a seductive murmur in your ear,

"You're not just sweet, but also beautiful and sexy, and you make me laugh, and I want to take you places and cook for you and also want to keep you on my cock all night and feel you squeeze around me and hear you cry my name."

Sukuna grinds his hips against you, pushing you into the mattress, taking you with one powerful, deep thrust for the second time tonight. You gasp and cling to his broad shoulders, your legs wrapping around his hips, welcoming him, craving him, needing him.

He takes it slow. Slow, deep thrusts, his forehead resting against yours, his low voice moaning sweet nothings in between deep, sensual kisses.

It's then that you realize that Sukuna is doing what no one else ever did to you. Sukuna is making love to you.

And you cry hot tears, drowning in his love and his body and everything he gives you. Your nails leave scratches on his broad back, your heels dig into his firm ass, as you throw your head back and cry out his name in the sweetest ecstasy.

He holds you afterward, lies behind you, and wraps his tall, strong body around you. He hugs you with his strong arms and nuzzles his face into your neck, breathing kisses onto your skin, not letting go of you, taking care of you, cuddling you. Something you also never had before. A man who is willingly holding you like that for hours after he came in you.

You sigh happily, still in a daze. The occasional tear still runs down your cheek as you snuggle against Sukuna's muscular body, and your hands caress his tattooed forearms tenderly. You never want to leave his arms again. You want to stay right here.

As if reading your mind, Sukuna's low voice murmurs against your skin again,

"I mean it, darling. I like having you in my life. So much that I want you in it all the time."

One of his large hands caresses your belly, so tender, so loving, sending butterflies fluttering in it like crazy. And Sukuna breathes in your ear,

"Be mine."

You draw in a sharp breath and turn around in Sukuna's arms, cupping his face with your hands as you kiss him, long and sweet, and in between kisses, you murmur against his lips,

"I am already yours."

You know it is the truth. Even though you are still married to another man, even though you are still living with your husband, you are Sukuna's woman now. You suspect you have been Sukuna's woman for several months already, long before you allowed yourself to admit it out loud.

+++

Two hours later, you are buttoning up your coat, about to leave Sukuna's apartment and the sweet bliss of his arms and return to your cold, loveless marriage, and your lonely apartment, when Sukuna stops in front of you. He reaches out, wordlessly helping you with the buttons, dominant in such a caring way, and somehow, that small loving gesture makes your lips tremble as you are overcome by emotions.

He is so good to you. Such a giant of a man, so tall and broad and powerful. And yet, he treats you so gently. Large hands buttoning up your coat for you. The hands that also cook Michelin-star-worthy meals for you, or wash your hair in his luxurious bathtub. The hands that make you see stars when they finger you oh so good. The hands that caress your cheek tenderly and brush your tears away with so much care. Hands that give to you over and over again. A hundred little acts of service that this powerful man gives to you.

"Sukuna, I..."

You trail off, not able to put into words what you want to say to him. How much he means to you. How much you want him. How he made you believe in love again. How much you crave to leave your old life behind and start over new with Sukuna even though you are so scared of change.

Before you can say any of it, Sukuna grabs your wrists, takes them firmly but gently into his larger hands, and looks at you intensely.

"Leave that asshole. He doesn't deserve you, princess. If a man can't see what he has in you, then he is trash. Don't be scared. I can take much better care of you than him. I'll fuck you good and make you only cry happy tears. I will appreciate you like you deserve. I will love you like you deserve. I will ensure you always have everything you need. I have money, and I can protect you. Tell me, darling, who would you feel safer with waking through the city in the middle of the night? That joke of a man or me?"

Of course, you know the answer.

"I love you, Sukuna."

"I love you, too."

His strong arms wrap around you and pull you into a hug, and you nuzzle your face into his chest, inhaling the comforting scent of his cologne. And finally, here in the safety of Sukuna's embrace, you say those words you have been too scared to say until now,

"I will leave him. I want to be with you. Only with you, Kuna."

You can hear the smile in Sukuna's voice when he replies,

"I'll help you, sweetheart. I have one of the best lawyers in the whole country. I'll call him tomorrow to prepare the divorce papers. I'll take care of everything for you."

Sukuna cups the back of your head and leans down to kiss your forehead gently, reassuringly. He looks at you with that boyish grin you fell in love with and adds in a playful and husky voice,

"And once all of this is dealt with, I will make you my wife."

He takes your left hand into his, turning it around, inspecting the wedding ring you are still wearing, scrunching his nose at it,

"And I'll give you a much prettier ring."

+++

You let the door fall softly shut behind you one last time as you walk out of the apartment you had been sharing with your husband for over a decade. A smile lifts your lips. You are glad to close this chapter of your life.

You know that a braver woman would have left her husband sooner, would have moved out, or kicked him out the moment she found out he was cheating on her. Maybe even sooner, when she realized she was unhappy in that marriage. But you aren't brave. You have always been full of self-doubts and fears. Too ashamed to crawl back to your parents and admit that you hadn't been strong enough to endure your marriage. Too scared that you would never recover from the financial loss of the divorce. Too insecure to believe you could ever make it on your own.

But now you have Sukuna. And the fall doesn't seem so high anymore. You know Sukuna will catch you in his strong arms. He won't let you crash to the ground.

In the end, you think it doesn't matter how you got out of that unhappy marriage and into this loving relationship. All that matters is that you got a second chance to learn how love is supposed to be.

And it still takes bravery to leave your husband and walk into Sukuna's arms. To close the door of your marriage and open the one that leads to the man who came into your life as an illicit affair but has become your one and only.

OH SUKUNA, I NEED YOU 😭😭💗💗 He really took one look at Reader having her breakdown in that restaurant and was like, "I will steal that woman from that loser and give her what she deserves." Thank you, Kuna baby ;)

Thank you so much if you read the whole thing! This story became much longer than I thought, but the words wouldn't stop flowing out of me because this story made me so happy. I hope it could give some of you the same feeling.

I often see posts/articles that victim-blame the women who don't have the courage to leave an unhappy marriage, so I wanted to write something where Reader isn't a strong, independent woman but someone who needs a little encouragement and lots of love from a man like Kuna before she dares make the decision to leave her husband. She deserves all the happiness!

I hope you enjoyed the story and maybe fell a little in love with this version of Sukuna, too 💗

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

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Have I returned to this fic like 5 times? Maybe..

Unexpected yet sweet

PAIRING: Goku/Broly/AFAB!Reader. CONTENTS: Explicit Sexual Content, First time, Voyeurism, First time blowjobs, Threesome (F/M/M), Cunnilingus, Double Penetration in Two Holes, Spit as Lube, Unprotected Sex, Implied Cheating. WORDCOUNT: 8813.

Summary:

Normally, if Goku wasn’t there, this would be the part where you’d kiss Broly. Goku was right there, which made things a little uncomfortable.

But maybe it wasn’t so bad.

Notes:

I spent sooo long writing this fic, it's insane. I love threesomes but at the same time they are so difficult to write. I'm still taking one for the team!

There's a lot warnings and heads up: Broly/Goku and Goku/Reader are minor relationships but it's there anyway, the focus is Broly/Reader; the implied cheating is there, but i clarified a lot of things at the end, i just don't wanna spoil the story; this fic has a plot, but imo it's a small plot in comparison, most of it is just porn lmao

Also the reader is a selfish person, I enjoyed writing her lmaooo

Enjoy! Thank you reading this monstruosity lmao

divider by @/adornedwithlight

When Goku brought Broly to stay on Earth for some time, you were curious about what another Saiyan would be like. You had Vegeta, Raditz and Nappa’s images in your head, so you were expecting another callous, ruthless warrior who only wanted to fight no matter what. But instead, Broly was just a sweet man, clueless about the universe and even more so about how relationships worked. He reminded you a bit of Goku when he was a kid, with no idea about social norms. 

Bulma had told you about his fight against Goku and Vegeta, and Goku had mentioned some things about the training they sometimes went through on Beerus’ planet. You can only imagine what Broly’s life would have been like before all that, but he seemed unaffected, always calm and easy going. 

So you were happy to help, and you let Broly stay in your house when he wasn’t training with Goku and Vegeta. He was gone for the most part, but when he was home, he was curious about everything. It was cute, you could tell he was shy about asking you about things he didn’t understand, but you had no problem in explaining things to him. Like how the stove worked, or why it rained sometimes, or how the plumbing system operated. Explaining that last one to him was a headache because you weren’t even sure about it yourself. 

The more time you spent with him, you started wondering about how much he knew about other things. Broly was a grown man who had lived on an isolated planet with his father until very recently, and the only woman he had been around for some time was Cheelai. He couldn’t possibly be a virgin, right? Especially not with those looks. You’re not sure about how attractiveness is perceived in other planets, but he sure was handsome on Earth. Gorgeous, tall and mysterious, that would make any woman and even men go after him. You didn’t ask him about it, but you let the thought dwell on you more than it should. 

Goku took him away to train for a few months, and that’s all it took for the desire you had to consume you. Maybe it was wrong to think so much about it, but you couldn’t help it. You had been with Broly for a while now, and you had seen him shirtless a handful of times too, your eyes not too shy to trail over his torso, well defined and covered in scars, until he would put on a shirt or walk away. And his shyness and apparent inexperience made him so much more attractive. 

And he must be big too, if his overall appearance was any indication. 

After some months away training God knew where, Goku and Broly popped up in your living room, startling you while you were eating. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you showing up like that, Goku.” You told him, clutching your chest tightly. 

“Sorry!” Goku apologized with a chortle, eying the snacks in front of you. “Can I have some?”

“Sure…”

You looked over at Broly while Goku basically stuffed his mouth with what used to be your food. He was smiling softly at you, and you returned it, not exactly as soft. 

“How was training?”

“Good! Broly keeps getting better at controlling his power.” Goku answered with his mouth full. 

“That’s great!”

You kept glancing not so discreetly at Broly as he approached the table, grabbing some of the snacks before Goku could eat them all. At least he was a little more delicate about his eating manners. 

“Maybe I should start dinner.” You locked eyes with Goku, and he smiled widely. “Do you want to stay too?”

“Yeah!”

“Won’t Chichi be mad if you’re late?”

“Uh, she kinda got mad when I left some months ago…” Goku scratched the back of his head nervously. “So I don’t wanna go back just yet…”

You smiled, amused. Chichi sure had a handful with Goku as a husband.

You were used to making food for a banquet then, especially with how Broly ate, so you simply doubled up the amount of food this time (leaving your fridge almost empty). 

“It’s always nice when I stay to eat at your place, your food is really good!” Goku commented with a grin, rubbing his stomach through his clothes after he had cleaned his plate. 

“Thanks. Broly, did you enjoy the food?”

“I did.” He smiled gently. Broly had always been a man of few words, but his smiles worked as a reward.

“Your food is just as good as Chichi’s!” Goku added, eating the few crumbs left on his plate, making you snort.

“Careful, if she knows you said that she’s going to kick your ass.”

“Nah, she won’t care. She’s not that jealous.”

“In what universe is Chichi not jealous?” You stared at him like he was crazy but he ignored you as he walked over to the couch and lied down. 

“She’s not! At least she hasn’t said anything to me.”

“Maybe the fact that she doesn’t want you to leave for months should give you a clue?”

“Oh.” Goku looked at you curiously before shrugging. “Well… Chichi understands me.”

“Who’s Chichi?” Broly asked, bringing your attention to him.

“Goku’s wife, she’s a fiery woman.”

“Like you?” He added innocently, and you laughed quietly.

“Me? You think I’m fiery?” 

Broly nodded and Goku chortled. 

“You sure are!” Goku said, getting even more comfortable on your couch and putting his arms behind his head. “You don’t get mad as often as Chichi, but you have your temper.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I mean, when you do get mad, it is scary. You say a lot of mean words too, way too often sometimes.”

“I-I do not!”

“Yeah, you do.”

You got up from your seat, glaring at Goku, but he wasn’t even looking at you until you went over to his side and poked his chest hard, making him yelp.

“You know, maybe you Saiyans just have a natural talent to piss women off!” You poked Goku’s chest several times, making him groan every time. As if you were actually hurting him. “Even Bulma has to go through this with Vegeta!”

“Ow, stop doing that!” Goku complained, swatting your hand away.

“Do I make you angry, too?” Broly asked in a very quiet voice, standing right behind you. You turned to him, feeling a little guilty.

“No, you don’t make me angry, Broly. What I said just applies to Goku and Vegeta.” You glared playfully at Goku, who just pouted in return. 

“But I am gone for a long time too…”

“Well, yeah, but that doesn’t bother me.”

“Because you’re not married.” Goku added, still pouting. “If you were married to her, it would bother her.”

“Well, obviously. I think I would want my husband to spend time with me.” You glanced at Broly with a smile to let him know that you had never been mad at him; he was still looking confused about the conversation. “Not that you have to worry about that! We aren’t even dating, so…”

“What’s ‘dating’?”

“Um…” This conversation was taking a turn you weren’t expecting, so you tried to find the right words to explain that to an alien who probably had no idea about intimacy. “It’s when two people do things together exclusively, like kissing and… other kinds of stuff…”

“Other kinds of stuff?”

You were starting to feel a little awkward. Even Goku was looking at you like he was expecting you to explain further, as if he didn’t know. Well maybe he didn’t, he went straight to the marriage part of a relationship without actually dating. 

Normally, if Goku wasn’t there, this would be the part where you’d kiss Broly. It wouldn’t be taking advantage of him or anything if you were just showing him what kissing is, right? But Goku was right there, which made things a little uncomfortable. 

But maybe it wasn’t so bad.

Turning to look at Goku briefly, you smiled mischievously. He looked confused, but it made things interesting to have an audience. You only had to think about it for a second before you decided that you didn’t mind at all. 

“Broly, do you know what kissing is?” You asked him, taking a step closer. You had to practically strain your neck to look at him. 

“Pressing lips together?” He replied, looking at you with curiosity.

“Yeah, have you ever done it?” Broly shook his head in response, and you grinned wickedly. “I’ll show you then.”

You coaxed him to lower his head down a little with your index finger, and he did as you indicated. Putting your hands on his shoulders, you got on your tiptoes and pressed your lips against his softly. You wanted to keep this first kiss as chaste as possible, so that was all it was, lips pressed together, keeping it like that for a few seconds before you pulled away. 

Broly looked taken aback, blinking repeatedly, and it made you smile, your chest full with fondness. You wish you could see Goku’s face to check his reaction, but you didn’t dare break the moment you were sharing with Broly. It’s not like he was saying anything anyway.

“How was that?”

“…Soft.” Broly replied, staring directly at your lips. 

“Do you want me to show you what other kinds of kisses there are?” Your smile grew even wider. 

“There are more?”

You nodded in response, leaning up again and pressing your lips to his once more. You darted out your tongue this time, pressing it softly across his lips to coax him to open them up. When he did, you slid your tongue inside, gently roaming his mouth. Broly was obviously clueless about what to do, but he started mimicking the moves of your tongue, and surprising you when he put his hands on your shoulders, keeping you close.

You broke off the kiss first, happy to realize that he was a quick learner. 

“Did you like that?”

“Yes…”

You trailed your hands from his shoulders down his chest slowly, feeling his muscles underneath his tight battle suit. His eyes were on you, your face, then your hands, sliding down to his abdomen. 

“When I said ‘other kinds of stuff’,” You explained, keeping your hands still when you reached the pelt around his waist. “I meant kisses in other parts of the body.”

“Other parts…?”

“Yes. Do you want me to show you?” You leaned in a little to whisper your next words. “If you don’t like what I’m doing, you can tell me to stop and I will.”

Broly was at a loss of words, fleeting his eyes between you, and the spectator behind you, who surprisingly hasn’t said a word yet. 

“Goku is fine with this,” You reassured him, turning your head to look at the man, still lying on your couch. Goku looked confused, alarmed and intrigued all at once, and it only entertained you more. “Aren’t you, Goku?”

To your amusement, his brows furrowed deep, and his mouth hung open as he struggled to find the right words to say. 

“I dunno what you mean…” He finally said, sitting up. 

“Well, maybe this would be a good lesson for you too.” You replied wickedly. 

You saw Goku swallow, but he remained quiet. When you turned to Broly, he looked even more confused after witnessing your small interaction. Keeping your hands on his abdomen, you got on your tiptoes to whisper your next words, reassuring him once again about your intentions (which aren’t pure at all, but you don’t want to push him into doing this if he wasn’t comfortable).

“I want to show you how good this can be, but we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Broly only thinks about it for a few seconds, until he finally nods. 

“I want to know what you mean.”

Smiling widely, you plant a quick kiss on his lips, before focusing your attention on his lower body. The pelt around his waist is a sensitive topic, so you won’t try to remove it. His pants can go, however. 

Going immediately for a blowjob might be overwhelming, so you carefully skim one hand over his clothed crotch. Even through the fabric, you could tell how well endowed he was, which wasn’t a surprise at all; of course someone who had such a body would have a dick commensurable to its owner. Broly kept his eyes on you, still confused, until you watched him close his eyes, reacting to your touch as a small sigh left his lips. 

Completely pleased with yourself, you grinned. Sneaking your hand inside his pants was a challenge, but you managed to pull them down enough to free his already hard cock. You couldn’t help but stare; you knew he was big, but this seems like a challenge in itself for you. When you wrapped your hand around it, your fingers didn’t even touch. It was going to be an incredibly tight fit if he was ever going to slide his length inside your body. You weren’t even sure that was going to happen yet; Broly was completely charming and you didn’t want to hurt his feelings and your relationship by pushing him into this so soon. 

But then again, most people did not have their first sexual contact with a spectator.

Moving your hand over his dick slowly and gently as Broly let out small noises that gave away his enjoyment, you took a peek at Goku, who was still sitting by the couch, awfully quiet. You tried to keep in your chuckle when you saw he was staring at you with wide eyes, obviously perplexed at your actions. His eyes locked with yours and you winked, making him flush instantly. 

You had never felt so powerful, it was weirdly arousing. 

Sliding your free hand up Broly’s neck and over his cheek, he opened his eyes slightly to watch you with hazy eyes. You stroked his cheek with your thumb, keeping up your ministrations on his length. You reassured him wordlessly with your smile before sinking to your knees in front of him. 

He only looked a little surprised about what you were doing, but he was unable to focus due to your hand still stroking him. You kept your eyes on his face, gauging his reaction as a musky scent filled your senses; he just came back from training, but you didn’t mind it. In any case, it just egged you on. When you pressed the first kiss on the tip, his cheeks glowed red at the sight. You smiled cheekily, kissing up and down his dick, never breaking eye contact. 

You knew Broly must have been obviously confused by the new sensation, so you tried to maintain eye contact as much as possible as you dragged your lips over the warm skin. Once you wrapped your lips around the head, a sharp gasp escaped his lips. He hunched down when you swirled your tongue around, grunting low when you slid your lips down his cock. Your hand worked what you couldn’t fit as you sucked softly on the head, and his hips soon started jerking against your hand and mouth. 

For a second you hoped that he wouldn’t just start thrusting, you weren’t sure you would survive that, with his impressive size and the fact that he’s a Saiyan. A Saiyan whose first time is with you, nonetheless. At least Goku sitting behind you was reassuring. You wished you could see what he was doing, hopefully he was enjoying the little show.

Your gaze never left his as you moved your head back and forth, meeting your hand in the middle. Broly could not keep quiet, the groans and grunts he was letting out turned you on just as much as having his cock in your mouth. You just never heard him make noises like those. Your name was also slipping from his lips, and you looked up at him with adoration just as his dick started twitching. 

His hips bucked involuntarily into your mouth, his cock sliding deeper, and you couldn’t help but gag a little, not expecting it at all. You did not expect the hand on your head either, fingers tangling in your hair as he came abruptly with a loud growl. The tip was grazing your throat, and you had no choice but to swallow, your hands holding tightly onto his hips until the last drop of cum left his dick. 

His orgasm had taken you off guard, and when he slowly pulled out, you couldn’t help but cough. You should advise him to warn you next time. 

“I-I’m sorry…” Broly’s hoarse voice caught your attention.

He was looking at you with regret in his eyes, and you softened your gaze on him.

“It’s okay…” You smiled at him, running a hand up and down his thigh. 

You sat back on the floor as you both tried to catch your breath; Broly seemed like the one who was the most out of it, eyes closed and chest heaving, which you found endearing. 

But you hadn’t forgotten about the voyeur in the room. 

Turning around with lust clouding your gaze, you were thrilled when you found the same look in Goku’s eyes, albeit with more confusion and surprise in them. But your eyes immediately settled on the hand he had over his crotch. Your actions had affected him as well, just like you hoped. 

With a mischievous smile, you crawled all the way to the couch, locking eyes with Goku as you settled in between his legs. You were glad he wasn’t rejecting you so far; even through the perplexed look on his face, he stared at you with wide eyes and a vibrant blush on his cheeks. 

When you put your hands on his knees, he flinched. You didn’t want to push him into anything, so you tested the waters, slowly dragging your hands up his thighs, feeling the fabric of his pants. The hand on his crotch didn’t move until you reached for it, gently putting it away, immediately noticing the bulge through his clothes. You really tried not to break eye contact, but you were more than just curious then. You wordlessly asked for permission to open his sash, and when Goku only gaped at you, you went for it.

“You want some too, Goku?” You purred with a dark smile, hooking your fingers on his pants to tug them down, anxious to see him in all his glory. 

Goku’s flustered face did not put you off, quite the contrary; it only served to egg you on even more, excited to see what kind of other expressions you could make him do. 

It was surprising he hadn’t done anything to stop you at all, and while he was obviously embarrassed, his eyes had a curious glint, eager to see what you were about to do. You didn’t expect Goku to be like this, his easy going and sometimes even clueless demeanor made him seem like a child even though he was already a grandfather. He couldn’t be ignorant about intimacy. He was a good actor, that’s the conclusion you came up with. 

Not wanting to delay things any further, you tug down his pants along with his underwear. His erection bounced free, and you eyed it hungrily. Goku may not have been as big as Broly, but his size was still impressive, thick and long enough to make your mouth water. You wrapped your fingers around it, slowly stroking up and down, and Goku let out a soft grunt, eyes falling shut as you kept moving your hand. 

You quickly guided his length towards your mouth, wrapping your lips around the head and sucking softly. Swirling your tongue around, and moving your hand over the rest of his cock, Goku kept making noises with each of your moves, not as ashamed anymore. So much better like that, because you hadn’t forgotten about the shy Saiyan whom you’d pleasured just minutes ago. 

Popping off Goku’s dick, you locked eyes with him, reassuring him with a hand on his cheek, before turning towards the other man. 

Broly was still flushed on his cheeks, mouth hanging open and brows furrowed in curiosity. He had already tucked himself back in his pants, to your disappointment, but no matter, you could still take them off later on. With a smize, you beckoned him with a finger to make him kneel down in front of you, which he did eagerly, with hands resting on his knees. He reminded you then of an obedient but very enthusiastic dog. It was an inevitable comparison; he was even looking at you with a wide-eyed gaze. 

“You’re okay with this, Broly?” You asked him with a hand on top of his to comfort him, just in case. 

“Yes…” He still seemed confused, but his eyes gave away his intrigue, as he eyed you up and down, before averting them towards Goku. 

You didn’t catch any kind of hesitance in him, so you moved along with what you had in mind. Pulling down your pants, you kicked them off somewhere on the floor. Your eyes were on Broly, watching his every reaction as you proceeded to slowly take off your panties. Your attention was on him, cautious since he’s never done anything sexual before; but you could feel Goku’s eyes on you as you got undressed. 

The cool air hit your pussy, and you realized you were wetter than you expected. Sitting on the floor and spreading your legs, you ran your fingers over your entrance, showing Broly how to touch you as you presented yourself to him. 

“This is something that people do intimately too.” You explained in a breathy voice. You were idly stroking your folds, but it was exciting to have such a cute audience. When you pressed your fingers to your clit, your breath hitched. “Do you wanna try?”

Broly was frowning in deep concentration, and he couldn’t have been cuter if he tried. He nodded eagerly, with still a tint of pink on his cheeks as he got closer. You turned around, getting on all fours, letting him still have access to you while you gave Goku some attention as well. 

Looking at Broly over your shoulder, you saw him stare at your entrance with intensity as he ran his hand over it, making you flinch. He was treating you with tenderness, aware of how fragile you were in comparison to him. He mimicked your previous actions, stroking you with his fingers, making you moan as he pressed them against your clit. 

Humming contently, knowing Broly was a fast learner, you turned to Goku fully. He leered at you, confusion no longer in his gaze as you inched a little closer. The grin he showed you made your insides stir with desire. He was enjoying this just as much as you were. 

“Where were we?” You asked him with a playful smile. 

“Sucking my cock?”

You couldn’t help your eyes opening wide at such words leaving his lips. You didn’t expect that kind of talk from Goku of all people. 

“I knew you weren’t as innocent as you pretended to be.” You grinned.

Goku chortled, his usual laughter sounding darker than normal, given the current situation. 

Wrapping your hand around his length, you dragged your tongue all the way up the underside before lapping at his head. Goku groanedgazing at you with dark eyes as you flattened your tongue on the slit. 

Taking him fully inside your mouth, you moaned as you felt Broly rub your clit insistently, making your legs twitch. It was a difficult task, pleasuring Goku while you were being touched, Broly’s callous fingers making you feel really good, despite their inexperience. But if anything, he was eager to please you, and curious about your body, his other hand fondling your behind, squeezing your ass as he ran his fingers up and down your folds. 

You weren’t ready for the sensation of something wet and warm against your clit, and you jumped, eyes wide open as you popped off Goku’s cock to gasp. Broly had licked you, without any incentive, and you were embarrassed by the sudden touch, but thrilled that he had done that all by himself. Well, you did say people kissed each other in intimacy.

You didn’t have a chance to compliment him for that action before Goku pushed your head down onto his dick again, making you swallow him whole. 

That was unexpected too. 

Your toes curled, fire rapidly growing in your belly, so turned on by the boldness in both of your partners. You moaned gladly around Goku’s cock, focusing on pressing your tongue on the underside as you slowly bobbed your head up and down. He’d began to carefully thrust into your mouth, ever so slightly hitting the back of your throat as he groaned low and deep.

Was this something he did with Chichi? You couldn’t believe how abrasive Goku was; he wasn’t fucking your mouth, but he wasn’t really letting you pull your head back either, his hips jerking up to seek more of you as he threaded his fingers in your hair. This was a side of him you never thought about, but you weren’t complaining at all, feeling so wet, your slick dripped down your legs. 

Broly was taking care of that, and he was anything if not earnest, running his tongue over your folds and collecting your wetness in his tongue, tasting you. You regret not being in a position to see his face, but you hope this was something he’d want to try again once you’re alone. He was obviously guiding his moves by your reactions; every time his tongue grazed your clit, your legs quivered, and you moaned around Goku’s dick. But he didn’t solely focus his attention there, and he wasn’t shy about licking you all over.

The heat in your abdomen grew tighter as Broly keenly ate you out, and the sounds coming from Goku’s lips spurred you on and made you want to suck him off more. You moved your head up and down faster, gliding your lips over the hot skin of his cock, the tip stroking your throat over and over. He grunted, tugging at your hair, thrusting up into your mouth with urgency. 

Goku came with a growl, spilling cum down your throat as he kept your head pressed down, forcing you to swallow. You inevitably choked as he rode out his orgasm, shallowly thrusting into you a few times before letting go of you. 

You slid his cock out of your mouth with a wet pop, gasping for air and resting your head on his thigh. It was so hard to focus on anything because Broly still had his mouth on you, and your throat ached from the strain of two consecutive blowjobs, but fuck if you weren’t so excited to be with both of them. You hadn’t even come yet. 

Your gasps and mewls made Broly pull back, and you groaned, exhausted but frustrated that he stopped. 

“Are you okay?” Broly asked, obviously concerned. Bless his heart. 

You turned your head to offer him a tired smile, comforted by Goku’s hand on your head as he petted you. 

“She likes what we’re doing, don’t ya?” Goku asked, teasingly pinching your ear, and you shivered in response. 

“Yeah…” You cleared your throat, embarrassed to notice how weak you sounded. “I’m ok, more than ok…”

Admittedly, you were a bit exhausted, your legs trembling from kneeling down so much, but at least you had a carpet that soothed the burn on your knees. 

You yelped in surprise as Goku effortlessly picked you up, settling you on his lap with your back pressed to his chest. You flushed, a little shy, when he opened up your legs with his hands on your thighs, showing off your wet entrance to Broly, who was looking at the both of you with amazement in his eyes. 

You dragged out a loud moan when Goku’s fingers found your clit, rubbing it harshly. 

“She likes it when you touch her here.” Goku explained, keeping up with his moves, and making the fire in your abdomen grow swiftly once again. 

You couldn’t believe Goku was even doing these things, but you liked it. A lot. 

When his fingers left you, you sighed, annoyed that he toyed with you like that just because. You glared at him from the side, but he only snickered, squeezing your thigh. Biting your lip, you met Broly’s eyes, urging him to keep doing what he was doing before. 

“Broly, please…”

He nodded at once, inching closer until he was face to face with your pussy. His ignorance made him less shy about the whole situation, and you wondered momentarily if you were pushing him too far. After all, this is a threesome, and you’re not sure if most people would prefer the first time to be with two people at once. But you were the focus, and that just made you more greedy for their attention.

Broly’s lips found your clit once more, suckling softly on your skin. You moaned, legs twitching in response as you propped your feet on his shoulders to steady yourself. He kept his eyes on you, and you noticed that dark gleam in them. Pure unfiltered lust, even when he probably didn’t know what that was. This was a side that only you were witnessing. You and Goku alone. 

Goku sneaked his hands underneath your shirt, pushing it up along with your bra to massage your breasts. You whimpered when he pinched your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. He kissed and bit your neck, adding fuel to the flames inside you. 

Your moans got louder as you got closer to the edge, hips moving on their own accord against Broly’s face, seeking more of him, as Goku kept roughly fondling your breasts. You were so close, you’ve been so aroused for what seemed like hours, and you wanted to come, with both of them pressed close to you. 

Your body trembled in delight when you came, whimpering and gasping as your hips stuttered and your vision turned white. Broly didn’t let up, his tongue moving along your folds and your clit, helping you ride out your peak. Goku peppered kisses on your shoulder, hands soothing your sides as you slowly came down from your high. 

“Wa-Wait, Broly…” You mumbled, as he kept his mouth on you, despite the fact that you came. Your body shivered, overstimulated, and you softly tugged at his hair. “It’s too much…”

Looking up at you with curiosity, he pulled back. Half his face was covered with your slick, and his cheeks were flushed. How can he look so adorable yet insanely hot?

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, it’s just… I need a little break…”

He nodded, running his tongue over his lips with a smile. 

“You taste good.”

“Thanks…” You blushed, averting your eyes to the side. 

Goku’s playful eyes caught yours, and he chortled at your reaction. You slapped his arm, not nearly strong enough to hurt him (not that you even could), but he whined anyway. 

You were caught off guard when Goku’s hand found the skin in between your legs again, making you jolt. And you yelped, even more perplexed, when his fingers slid further down and pressed against your rear entrance. 

“Broly, you have to get her ready here too.” Goku said, voice low. 

“Get her ready?” He frowned, puzzled. 

Goku toyed with the skin, pressing the tip of his finger until it slid inside you. You gasped, startled that it had glided in so easily, even when his fingers were wet with your release. He moved it tenderly in and out, and you felt embarrassed beyond repair with how intensely Broly was staring. 

You didn’t have this in mind before, but you weren’t opposed to the idea, so you remained quiet. Or as quiet as you could, given that you had a finger up your ass. 

Once you were loose enough, Goku eased another finger in. The first one wasn’t uncomfortable, but having two digits inside made you feel the stretch, so you whined, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“You’re hurting her.” Broly said, putting a firm hand over Goku’s. 

You looked at him, heart fluttering in your chest when you saw concern written all over his face. 

Before Goku could speak, you reached for both of their hands. 

“It’s ok, it feels weird at first, but it gets better.” You reassured him, as Goku slid his hand out. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, and you smiled, happy with the small display of affection, before locking eyes with Broly. “Do you wanna get me ready? You just have to do what Goku was doing.”

Broly nodded, hands reaching for you, as you instructed him softly. 

“You have to wet your fingers, or it’ll hurt for real. And do it one at a time, until you have four fingers inside.”

Four fingers would be necessary for either of them anyway. 

Glancing at your face before focusing on the private parts of your body, Broly wetted his finger with the slickness of your folds before gliding one finger easily inside. It was only seconds later until he added a second, and you felt the stretch again. His fingers were surely thicker.

As you got used to the sensation, Goku wiped his fingers on your shirt before settling on your entrance again. He tenderly stroked your clit, making you gasp, still sensitive from your orgasm. 

It was difficult to stay still with both of their hands on you, your hips bucking into the sensation ever so slightly. Goku’s renewed hard-on poking your lower back was incredibly distracting, too. You never imagined you’d ever be in this position, you wondered if you should even be ashamed you swayed someone as innocent as Broly like this. You were already a bit embarrassed of your current position, whimpering quietly as Broly slid in another finger, and Goku rubbed your clit steadily before gliding in two fingers inside you. 

It didn’t take long until Broly had four fingers in, and while it was still really awkward, you couldn’t wait anymore. 

“That’s enough, Broly.” You whispered sweetly, patting his head. 

He looked at you with hazy eyes, leaning into your touch as he slid out his fingers. Goku withdrew his hand at the same time, planting a kiss on your neck as you felt him shift behind you. 

You gasped in surprise when Goku stood up, holding you in his arms.

“Come on, Broly, let’s move over to the carpet.” Goku instructed him cheerily as if it was his own house. 

He laid you down on the carpet, kneeling beside you and tugging at your shirt to take it off. He threw it over his shoulder as you got rid of your bra, finally being completely bare in front of them. You blushed then, inhibited that you were naked while both Broly and Goku still had their clothes on. 

Broly sat down next to you, looking at you softly and curiously, roaming your naked body with his eyes. You noticed immediately his erection straining his pants; it was hard not to when his suit was so tight, and he had probably been like this for a while. Through all the lust and the haze you were currently in, you wanted to still be considerate of him, to reassure him.

“There’s some other things left for us to do.” Taking his hand into yours, you stared into his eyes. “If you’re not comfortable, let us know.”

“This is gonna be fun, Broly.” Goku added with a grin. “You’re gonna like it!”

You rolled your eyes at Goku’s tone but couldn’t contain your own grin when Broly smiled in return. Before you could even reach for the pelt around his waist, Broly got rid of it himself, untying it and adjusting it on the floor for you, pulling gently at your hand to help you lie down. 

Your heart skipped several beats as you watched him treat you so delicately, sharing something so important to him like his pelt with you. You wanted to keep him forever. 

“You should be the one lying down, Broly.” Goku interrupted your thoughts, before you could get too comfortable. 

With an eyebrow raised, you let Goku take the lead, moving to the side as Broly did as he was told, still confused. Goku removed his clothes in record time, making you giggle with his eagerness as he guided you to straddle Broly’s hips. His erection graced your inner thigh, and the twitch in his eyebrows didn’t go unnoticed; Broly kept his gaze fixated on you, eyes clouded with affection and something you recognized as lust. You soothed him with a hand on his cheek, caressing him softly, letting him know you cared. 

When Goku leaned over and captured Broly’s lips with his own, you couldn’t contain your gasp. Unexpected yet sweet and brief, Goku turned to you with a smile once he pulled away, kissing you swiftly as well. Surprise stayed on your features even as he positioned himself behind you, with hands on your waist, rubbing your skin. 

Prompting your hands on Broly’s chest, you rocked your hips over his erection, his cock sliding between your folds, getting coated in your slick. You hummed softly, thrilled when you saw the vein in Broly’s neck pop up. Goku’s hands halted your moves, guiding your hips until Broly’s cock was grazing your pussy, and then helping you sink into him. 

You shakily moaned, delighted and in pain due to his size. He wasn’t even fully inside you yet, but the stretch was already making you tremble; no matter how many kisses and caresses Goku was giving you to comfort you, you were concerned he wasn’t actually going to fit. Broly groaned underneath you, head thrown back as his hands on your thighs gripped you firmly. 

“Doing okay?” Goku asked with a kiss to your jaw.

“Yeah…” 

He hummed in response, wasting no time to press three fingers to your rear entrance. It wasn’t uncomfortable since you had been prepped, but you were a little nervous with having both of them at the same time. 

Broly’s hands sliding up and down your thighs made you focus your gaze on him, his eyes still held so much affection for you that it made your heart skip several beats.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered with flushed cheeks, and you couldn’t help but smile.

Your trust in these two men was stronger than your own nerves. You knew well that they wouldn’t hurt you under any circumstances, and would always listen to your pleas.

When Goku pressed the head of his cock to your ass, you closed your eyes, breathing in deeply once he started pushing in. He wasn’t as large as Broly, but his dick was not small by any means. Inhaling and exhaling steadily, you tried to focus on anything else except the strain; intimidated you might be torn in half by both of these men, yet at the same time, it was exhilarating to have them both inside you. 

Once Goku’s cock was fully sheathed inside your ass, you couldn’t stop trembling. Your muscles called for a little break, but there was no way you were going to tell either of your lovers to stop. 

“Are you okay?” Broly’s deep yet quiet voice asked. 

“I just need a minute…” You muttered. 

When you opened your eyes, you noticed the strain on Broly’s face and it nearly made you panic; you didn’t want him to lose control then. His face was red, muscles in his jaw and neck popping. As if he was doing everything in his power to stay calm. 

“She feels amazing, right?” Goku’s calm voice came out near your ear, making you shiver. “You don’t wanna hurt her, Broly. She’s doing this for us and she trusts us.”

Goku’s hands held you firmly by the waist, and affection bloomed inside you. 

Broly face relaxed soon enough as he steadied his breathing, his digits rubbing your thighs in a soothing manner. You let out a loud sigh, relieved that Goku seemed to know Broly just as much as you did. You caressed Broly’s cheek, humming when he leaned into your touch. 

“You can move now.” 

With a firm grip on your waist, Goku pressed another kiss to your cheek as he started moving, gently sliding his cock in and out of your asshole. You whimpered quietly, barely moving your hips but enough to feel Broly’s cock throbbing against your walls. 

Broly probably didn’t know exactly what to do, but his eyes were hooded, gazing at you with stars in them the more you moved over his length. His body reacted naturally after a few moments, hips jerking up into you, his dick pushing inside you just at the same time Goku’s cock did. The sensation of having both of them rubbing against you, pressing into every sensitive spot made you see sparkles dance behind your lids, and you let out a long loud moan. 

“You like that?” Broly asked, with a hint of insecurity in his voice. 

“Yes.” You replied immediately, nodding your head to reassure him he wasn’t hurting you. “Keep going.”

Broly hummed in response, holding your hips firmly as he started to move his hips. His thrusts were gentle, and so were Goku’s, but your previous orgasm had left you sensitive, and the size of their members was enhancing every sensation. Their moves took a minute to match, Goku sliding in when Broly glided out. Heat bloomed quickly in your abdomen, making you moan louder each time. 

Goku’s hands slid up towards your chest, groping your breasts and squeezing them rather roughly as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, snapping his hips against your ass. You were glad both of them were firmly holding you, Broly digging his fingers into the flesh of your hips and making it hurt a bit, but you didn’t mind; you were afraid you might slip away from their touch if they didn’t hold onto you tight enough. 

“You feel so good…” Goku panted against your ear, tweaking your nipples, earning a sharp mewl from you.

You were so full; no matter that you had gotten used to them, the sensation of being so thoroughly filled made the skin between your legs throb and the heat in your abdomen expand. Pleasure traveled through your veins, getting you closer and closer to the edge of what you knew was going to be a powerful orgasm. 

Broly was the one who picked up the pace first, and you could tell by the look in his eyes, soft yet drunk with lust, that he had never felt anything similar. Your warm walls contracted around him in response, and the guttural sound that rumbled from his chest turned you on even more, arousal dripping from your hole down his cock and thighs. 

Goku grunted lowly, nibbling at your neck, as he matched Broly��s rhythm. As he gripped your waist, you briefly pondered on the thought of how unbelievably hot Goku was; he was your friend and you couldn’t believe the sounds that left his lips, and that his hard cock was eagerly slamming into your ass. 

You couldn’t focus on much more once both Broly and Goku’s thrusts turned uneven. You were quickly reduced to a moaning mess, mewls and breathy gasps spilling out as their hips snapped against you. Broly’s fingers were digging sharply into the skin of your thighs to the point of being painful, but it only added to your pleasure. As your mind slipped into a haze, you couldn’t decipher where any of them ended and you began. 

Goku’s callous fingers stroking your clit was the final straw you needed to be pushed over the edge. You shuddered uncontrollably as your orgasm, stronger than any other you had before, washed over you. Stars danced behind your lids as any thought you might have had left your mind, a stuttered moan spilling from your lips. 

Their unrelenting thrusts prolonged your state, and your body couldn’t stop shaking. The strain of every single muscle of your body proved to be too much; if they weren’t holding you so steadily, you would have collapsed already. 

Your brain was blank, only registering the pleasure in your body, but tiredness was soon overtaking every sensation. You were afraid you might faint. 

Broly’s sharp growl made you tremble before he spilled his load inside your warm pussy. Your mouth hung open, feeling completely filled to the brim as he kept sliding his cock in and out, as if making sure not one drop went to waste. 

Triggered by Broly’s orgasm, Goku groaned in your ear, ramming into your ass before he bit down hard on your neck. A gasp left your lips when you felt his cum spilling inside you. 

It was a strange, completely new yet not unpleasant sensation to have two Saiyans come inside you. As Goku kept pumping his cock inside you, riding out his orgasm, you were already considering doing this again.

The soreness on your muscles after they have both pulled out was also new. Nothing similar to it, not even working out could prepare you for how immediately exhausted you felt afterwards. Collapsing on Broly’s chest, you panted, trying to catch your breath and stay awake to enjoy a little of the afterglow. 

“Are you okay?” Broly asked, surprisingly soothing hands patting your back. 

Oh, he was so adorable.

“I’m alright.” Your voice was squeaky, which wasn’t helping your attempt at trying to reassure Broly that you were in fact alright. 

Goku’s hands rubbed your thighs before you felt him move behind you. A cold, damp cloth smoothed over your skin moments later when you realized it was Goku who was cleaning you. 

“You’re not hurt?” He asked as his hands lightly pressed on your thighs and butt. Goku had always been a sweetheart, and it pleased you to no end to know he was still like that after sex. 

“I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

You knew your pussy and ass were going to be incredibly sore in the next few hours, but you could handle it; there was no need to make them worry. 

Rolling over onto the carpet on the floor, you watched Goku clean Broly with a towel as well, a sight that softened your heart. Broly seemed confused as to what was going on, but he didn’t question it, only keeping his gaze on Goku as he diligently cleansed his body.

“I didn’t think you were this considerate, Goku.” You mentioned when he brought water for the three of you. 

“Chichi taught me to do this because she’s always exhausted after we have sex.” He replied merrily.

You looked at him cautiously at the mention of his wife’s name. 

You weren’t going to delude yourself into thinking you had forgotten that he was married since the beginning (this whole affair came to be partly because Goku talked about his wife and their love life), but now that he had brought her up, you weren’t sure how to react. 

Chichi was an amazing wife, and as weariness began to settle, so did guilt. It was going to be awkward for you to even look her in the eye after this encounter. 

“She sometimes asks for massages too,” Goku said, looking at you carefully. “Do you want them?”

“No, it’s okay…”

“Then why do you look uncomfortable? Are you okay?”

Both Broly’s and Goku’s eyes focused on you, and heat raised to your face. 

“Just… Chichi is a great woman.” You said as you brought water to your lips. 

“Yeah!” Goku replied right away with a smile. “Can’t wait to see what she says when I tell her about this.”

You splurted on the glass that was touching your lips, drenching your face. 

“Why on earth would you ever tell her about this?!” You yelled, startling both men. “Are you insane?!”

“Why-Why wouldn’t I?” Goku asked, raising his hands up as if he was trying to protect himself from your words. A valid reaction considering all the thoughts that were racing through your head. 

“What the fuck do you mean ‘why would I’?! Do you wanna be killed?! Do you want her to kill me?!” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“What am I-” You couldn’t bring yourself to finish the question, trying to even your breath instead. 

Broly was looking at the both of you as if he was witnessing a tennis match, confused but completely entertained by the exchange. 

“Why shouldn’t I tell her?” Goku asked, bemused. 

“Because you did something that is not cool, Goku! We did something that is not cool!”

“What?”

“You cheated on her!” You screamed again, embarrassed. “You slept with another woman!”

“Oh!” Goku seemed to finally understand your point, and he pondered on your words before speaking again, in a surprisingly cheerful tone: “That’s no big deal.”

“What?” You asked through gritted teeth, exasperated. 

“It’s no big deal.”

“What in the-”

“We do it all the time!”

You gaped at Goku as if he had suddenly grown two heads, taking a moment to process the words he was actually saying. In the end you could only mutter one word, in the most confused tone:

“What?”

“We do it all the time.” He repeated, quirking an eyebrow.

“I’m gonna need more than that.”

“We sleep with other people all the time.”

“What? I mean… What are you talking about?”

Goku looked at you, as if it was you who was spewing nonsense instead of the other way around. 

“What I just said! It’s no big deal, we do it every once in a while and we tell each other about it.” When he noticed your expression, he went on. “We don’t do it with just anyone either! A few times, we slept with Vegeta and Bulma, I think those are-”

“You did what?!”

“What?” Goku asked, startled.

“You slept with Vegeta? And Bulma?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh my God…” 

You held your head in your hands, in shock at the revelation Goku had just thrown at you. 

You were definitely not going to be looking anyone in the eye after this, not with this information you had on you. 

There were so many questions invading your mind, but in favor of letting your brain rest, you decided to push him for answers no further. 

“I should take a shower and get going.” Goku said, once he noticed you had settled down. “Will you be okay?”

“Yes, I’ll be fine.” You sighed, offering him a small smile.

“Good, I had fun!”

He kneeled down in front of you, planting a sweet peck on your lips before pulling away and briefly pressing his lips to Broly’s as well. 

You watched Goku merrily walking to the bathroom before turning to Broly. You were hoping he had fun, but after that last conversation with Goku, you knew he must have been confused as hell. 

“What was that?” Broly asked before you could open your mouth. 

“Um… I don’t know how to explain.” He only blinked as he stared at you, probably waiting for anything you might say, but you weren’t so sure where to start. “Goku and Chichi just… understand each other.”

Broly seemed to only dwell on your words for a few seconds before nodding. 

“I’ll explain everything better to you some other time.” You smiled, tugging at his arm to make him lie down next you on the carpet, which he easily complied. “Did you enjoy what we did?”

“Yes…” Broly smiled widely at you, making your heart swell in your chest. “Does this mean we are ‘dating’?”

“Do you want us to be?” You asked cautiously. You should explain what dating meant as well, since the vague definition you gave earlier was not enough. 

But you weren’t going to say no if Broly wanted to date you. 

“If we can keep doing what we did earlier, then yes.”

“So you only want sex?” You asked, a little amused. 

“No, I like the kisses too.”

Oh, you were melting for this gigantic man who spoke so softly.

“Okay, babe, we are dating then.” You grinned, your heart beating happily inside your ribcage.

“What about Goku? Is he dating us too?”

You were going to kill Goku for confusing Broly more than necessary after all that confession he made earlier. 

“No, he isn’t. He has his own wife.”