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death by a thousand cuts

satoru gojo x f!reader

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

an: a wild taylor as gojo has appeared. enjoy. satoru as taylor swift anon who is always in the asks, this is for you. i see you and i hear you.

“holy shit. there’s no way you’re on his fucking linked in during class?” megumi whispers.

you feel your eyes widen as you look to your left to find a very, deeply distraught megumi staring at you. and it’s almost like clockwork, the way he abandons his accounting spreadsheet – and quickly slides into the messages app on his laptop.

the three consecutive buzzes of your phone thrum under your thigh come before you see nobara and yuuji turn their heads back, two rows ahead of you in the lecture hall, and looking awfully more distraught than megumi.

“you’re kidding.” nobara mouths.

“freak!” yuuji whispers, earning you a set of weird glances from the group at your right.

you glare at the two of them, before turning to megumi and bringing your foot down on top of his. megumi winces, giving you a very characteristic and unbothered eye roll, before he returns to finishing up his spreadsheet.

you pull your hood up over your ears, cheeks warm and pink from embarrassment, before you focus back on the screen.

you know that he’s right. that there is really no point at looking at his account – not when you have all of the details memorized.

Satoru Gojo Senior Data Science Student @ Tokyo Technical Institute

three work experiences. data analytics intern for the justice project. hackathon project lead. meadow investments development engineer.

two degrees under his education. because he’s dual enrolled and set to get a bachelor’s in computer science and a masters in engineering by the end of his term next year.

and one organization. alpha kappa psi, the business fraternity.

the only reason you were at the scene of the crime.

it was all miwa’s fault. and partially yours, for being so willing to come to her aid – at all times. when she asked you to accompany her to the bid party – just because she wanted to support mechamaru fresh in their new relationship and didn’t do too well in social situations – you had all but obliged. at the most, you would get a cheap shot and brownie points to get miwa to run the errands for the entire month.

except when it came to it, miwa wasn’t nervous at all, only because mechamaru had spent the past few weeks hyping her up to his pledge class. which left you alone, stuck to roam around until she was ready to leave at the end of the night.

the floor was sticky with beer, there was an almost rancid, putrid smell lingering in the air that you couldn’t pinpoint, and you were stuck with sixty of your peers – shitfaced to a point you didn’t even know was humanly possible.

and with miwa long gone, doing god knows what with mechamaru and you were stuck leaning against the fridge, bored out of your mind. that’s when he found you – pawing your way through the food.

his smell was the first thing that caught your attention, second to the fact that he was hovering over your shoulder, cheeks brushing against each other. it was almost minty and stark – almost eradicating the lingering smell of weed that was burning your nose.

the skin on his cheek was soft, featherlike when it brushed against yours.

“whatcha doing, dollface?”

you immediately curl your nose, turned off by the unnecessary sweetness. you had your fill of dirty frat boys during orientation week, three years ago, and knew damn well that you had to steer clear of whatever was happening here.

“playing where’s waldo, genius. i’m obviously looking for food.” you state.

you reach for the closest box, a perfectly cut slice of cake, encased in a wrap. the plastic is covered in messy scribbles on the top – spelling out satoru in loopy letters.

“you’re just going to eat someone else’s cake?” he asks.

“how do you know it’s not mine?”

“intuition.”

it’s only then that you stop yourself to look up at this stranger whispering in your ear, only to find glimmering blue eyes, peering over the top of a set of sunglasses. the sunglasses are god awful – even worse with the combination of the tanktop and the snapback he’s wearing backwards.

you swear there’s a faded, glittery pink lipstick mark indented at the top of his cheek.

“you-you’d be shocked.” you stutter, as you pull the box out of the fridge and place it on the counter.

he momentarily walks away – which is when you take the second to ogle him in full. a toned back, a tattoo on the top of his shoulder that you can’t entirely make out. white hair, veiny arms, and a silver necklace hanging against his collarbone.

he returns back, two forks in hand, before making a dramatic display of handing you one.

“for you, my sweet lady.”

“i’m not sure why you brought two forks. who said i was going to share with you?”

he grins, leaning his head back to laugh like a little kid, before he scoots closer to you – the sweet scent coming back.

“c’mon.”

he reaches for your hand, before lifting it to place it against his chest. you can feel his heart beating under the feeling of your fingertips, his eyes wide and expectant as he waits for and answer.

“do me a favor, yeah? let me share my cake with a pretty girl at a party. there’s only a limited amount of joys in this life.”

you scoff, before pulling your hand back.

“you’re corny.”

he shrugs.

“you’ll get used to it.”

you groan, as you slam your computer shut – the image of his shiny headshot staring back at you getting burned into your eyes.

stupid. stupid, stupid, stupid.

one stupid joke, a slice of cake, and somehow you woke up in his bed the next day being spooned by him. and one thing led to the next because he was somehow taking you to brunch, then settling his head in between your legs before dinner, and then back at your house the next day.

it was an arrangement at that point. the dinners, what happened in between, and the morning after.

you’re not sure what the terms and conditions are in a predicament like yours – with a guy like satoru. you know for a fact that he still flirts with other girls, because you’d see him walking with a different one every time you stopped at the coffee shop. but then he’d invite you to dinner, honey sweet words falling from his lips before he tucked you in for bed each night.

friends with benefits. but he buys you gifts and takes you to dinner. and calls you beautiful. comes to your house after frat parties, with the faintest scent of a flowery perfume on his neck that you swear you’re imagining.

letting him walk out of your apartment was your own personal tourture, of death by a thousand cuts, because every step farther away from you was closer to someone else.

and that sinking, deep rooted dread, only got worse as time went on.

you feel a hard smack against your head.

“do your fucking homework.”

satoru gojo has distinct features that you always find yourself staring at. a mole on his shoulder, a scar on his pointer finger, and the rings he wore. sometimes, you find yourself asking them about him.

you reach forward, locking your fingers in on the chain around his neck, and using it to pull him closer. it's of a little postage stamp, though the silver looks rusted – like he’s worn it to death. he’s quick to oblige, a warm kiss on your cheek, before you yank again.

“what, baby?” he whines.

“where’d you get your necklace?”

he leans back, looking down at the chain, before his eyes meet yours again. there’s a dim fluorescent glow coming in from the blinds of the window, sun far gone in the horizon, and it’s the only thing that makes this bearable.

that his piercing blue eyes somewhat subdued from the lack of light.

“you want it, princess?”

“what? no. i just like it. i wasn’t –”

it’s a boyish giggle that comes out of satoru’s mouth as he quickly unfastens the clasp from his neck before tangling it in his fist.

you’re not an idiot – because it’s his freezing cold fingers pulling your shirt over your head – before he pulls you into his lap.

this was one of satoru’s favorite things to do. pull you close, till you’re straddling him in his lap, and you can feel his breath tickling against his collarbone as he whispers sweet nothings to you.

you wonder if he can see your blush in the dim light. if that’s part of why he likes it – seeing the effect he has on you.

he reaches forward, pulling your hair to the side and pressing a kiss to your collarbone, before he fastens his silver necklace around your neck.

“you know. when i said i liked your necklace, i said i liked it on you. i wasn’t asking for it.”

“but i like seeing you wear it more.”

satoru’s eyes are focused as he fixes the tangles in the chain, letting the little charm hang right in the little divot where your collarbone ends. and then he brings his hands in around your face, nearly squishing the softness of your cheeks together, before he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“will you wear my hoodie?” he jokes.

you scoff.

“are we in sixth grade? also, it quite literally says ‘yuuta’s big’ on the sleeve. that’s not obvious at all.”

satoru rolls his eyes.

“you would love yuuta, though. he’s your pseudo little brother, because you’re with me, you know?”

you shake your head, as you crawl out of his lap, and reach for the water bottle on the side table. you try to ground yourself, head spinning as you try to decipher what that means – and tap your feet on the floor.

you can feel him at your side, his observant blue eyes burning holes into your skin, as you note the steady, almost cautious tone in his voice.

“you okay? something i said?”

you shake him off.

“yeah, yeah. sorry. got out of the mood there for a second, just have a lot to do this week.”

satoru hums, before bringing his hands around your torso, leaning his entire weight against you as he settles his chin into the crook of your neck.

“you ever think you work too hard, pretty girl?”

“working hard or hardly working?” you joke. even his corny jokes were rubbing off on you.

you hear satoru scoff, before he starts rubbing circles into the bare skin of your stomach, as the goosebumps start to trickle over your skin.

“oh, don’t be like that. you’re the smartest person i know.”

“is this a clever way to get into my pants?”

“no. it’s me telling you that i think you’re very intelligent, you’re very driven, and you don’t have to worry about if you’re working hard enough. i know the only breaks you take are to go to that dumb movie theater downtown with your grumpy friend or when you scream my name every –”

“satoru.” you whine.

“don’t say my name like that. it turns me on.”

you grin.

“satoru.” you hum, teasing him.

“fuck off.”

he pauses, before pressing a lingering kiss to the side of your neck.

“but really. you’re a clever, you’re pretty, and irritatingly very accomplished. slow down so i can catch up, okay?”

“that’s rich coming from you. mister three internships, two degrees in four years.”

it’s quiet.

“how’d you know that?” satoru asks.

you can hear the smile in his voice. and the dread pooling in your stomach.

“what?”

“how’d you know it was two degrees?”

“you-you told me.”

“no, i didn’t. i just got accepted a few weeks ago, i haven’t even told some of my friends yet.”

you groan, before bringing your hands up to your face. you bury your eyes into the sockets of your eyes, getting caught embarrassedly red handed.

“where?”

you sigh.

“i stalked you on linked in.”

satoru grins wide, before pulling you back onto the bed and into his embrace. you can hear his giggling in your ear as you try to pull away.

“oh, baby you didn’t.”

“i had to make sure i didn’t apply where you worked!”

“no, you didn’t. we don’t even work in the same field.”

“you don’t know! i could change my mind!”

satoru laughs, before leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips.

“you have a crush on me! angel, you should have just said so!”

you give him a hard push, before crossing your arms over your chest.

“quit teasing. so i’m a stalker! so what? i just want to make sure i’m not putting out for a loser. you could be coding some AI for the government for all i know and i don’t want to be –”

“okay, okay. relax. i’m just teasing, i just think it’s cute you keep tabs on me.”

you glare.

“i don’t like you.” you state.

he rolls his eyes, before flopping his head down on your pillow and tapping the space next to him. you crawl into the space, before nestling yourself into his arms. you can feel your brain spiraling – instant regret for saying too much, being too weird, too harsh, and not saying what you felt – as you focus on the feeling of his hands running through your hair.

“i can tell that the hamster in your brain is working overtime. just go to bed, okay?”

“okay, lock the door when you leave?”

“i don’t have plans tomorrow morning. if you could humble yourself to eat breakfast with me, i’d actually like that.”

you frown, stomach jolting in your guts.

he had never stayed for an arbitrary reason – like spending the night just to sleep next to you. you shut your eyes, burying your face deeper into the sweet smell of his skin, and throw the thought away.

“mimosas?”

“you want to drink that early in the morning?”

“it’s saturday. gives me a good kick to start my day.”

“aren’t mimosas made with champagne? i hate champagne. and it makes you really handsy.”

you smile.

“you like when i’m handsy.”

“i mean, yes. but we can just do pancakes and go to the library together so we can do work. i’ll keep you accountable and find you snacks when you get inevitably cranky. then when you come home all tired, we can be as handsy as we want. it’s more satisfying when you have to work for it.”

you groan, burying the complications of spending yet another day with him in the back of your head as you try to flutter your eyes shut – in futile attempts to quiet the thoughts racketing around in your mind.

“okay, okay whatever. we’ll see tomorrow, i just – i’m really tired right now and –”

“shut up, dollface. just sleep.”

you get invited to the alpha kappa psi formal. miwa – who found out from mechamaru, whose pledge class brother is very close with satoru’s little yuuta – said that satoru wanted you there.

then why didn’t he ask you?

you bite the bullet anyways, borrowing one of kugisaki’s pale blue slip dresses – and attend as mechamaru’s pledge brother – todo’s date – to get in.

he’s a strange guy, who doesn’t pay you too much attention. it’s one polite wave and a cardstock ticket he hands you before you don’t see him again for the rest of the night. and you’re stuck with miwa and mechamaru, who are bigger fans of pda than you are.

“how’s satoru, y/n?” mechamaru asks.

“ah. he’s good. you know as much as i do, right?”

you can feel yourself sweating.

would satoru leave if you said too much? if you embarrassed him in front of one of his brothers? did they know you guys had an…arrangement? was it an arrangement? were you seeing each other? why did they think he invited you?

“dunno. aren’t you guys really good friends?” mechamaru asks.

“um, yeah.”

“yeah, he was telling us you studied together at the library the other day. figured he’d want you to meet suguru and ieiri.”

suguru and ieiri.

“yeah. i’m gonna go get a drink. do you guys want anything?”

“i’m good, love. we’ll be here.” miwa states, giving a reassuring squeeze to your bicep before you drag your heels to the makeshift bar.

you walk over to the bar, straight to the open bottle of rosé that has your name on it, as you lean against the wall. you pour way too much into your flute, nearly spilling it over the back of your hand, as you curse.

“do you want help?”

you look up to find a boy looking at you, wide eyes, with his bangs sweeping down the side of his face. he has tired eyes, but it’s a seemingly bright smile he offers you.

“sorry, yeah. i’ll clean it up, i swear.”

“no, no. no problem.”

he hands you a handkerchief from his pocket, before he pulls your hand in his and wipes the excess pink stain on it. you cringe at the stain on the cloth before he tucks it back into his pocket.

“i’m sorry about that. that’s really kind of you, i just –”

“no problem! you seemed…kind of frustrated there. happy to help.”

you shoot him a polite smile, before nervously sipping – maybe a little too fast for comfort. but the warm feeling is enough to temporarily curb the nerves, which is perfect for your sake.

“are you a brother?” you ask.

“yeah! is this your first formal?”

“yeah. i’m seeing someone in your frat and he asked me to come. well, he didn’t ask me to come, he told someone else he wanted me to come so i came as one of the other brother’s date. but not really his date, because i haven't seen him since then. or the guy i’m talking to.”

he leans back, eyes wide.

“right. do you like him? if…if you mind me asking.”

“my date? i can’t even remember his name. he’s like a tall, muscular guy. man bun?”

“no, yeah. his name is todo, i figured that’s who you were talking about. i mean the other guy.”

“oh. well, yeah. but he’s so…i don’t know. he’s a frat guy. and a chronic flirt. the first time i met him he had a lipstick stain on his cheek. and he smells like girly perfume every time he comes to see me, so –”

he sucks his teeth in.

“idiot.” he murmurs.

“what?”

“no! oh my god, not you! i meant…me! just thought of something. gotta run for a second, i’ll be back.”

“wait, you didn’t even tell me your –”

you watch as he rushes off, in a speed walking fervor, as mechamaru and miwa join you at your side. they give you a polite smile, which you return, as you swirl the glass in your hand.

“mechamaru. do you know that guy who just walked away? tired looking, the long hair?”

“oh, yuuta. yeah, what about him?”

“yuuta?”

“yeah, you’ve never met him? he’s like gojo’s pride and joy.”

you sink against the wall, embarrassment coursing through you, as you down the rest of your glass. and then three more, which is accompanied by weary looks from miwa. and after finishing off the entire bottle – an hour and a half into the party without seeing satoru – you’re set on leaving.

and it’s only on your rageful stomp out the door, well past tipsy, that you find the godawful man of the hour, leaning against the wall.

it’s enough to fill you with a rage. because he’s leaning against the wall, shirt slightly unbuttoned, and smiling brightly at whichever girl he’s talking to. you’re almost positive that it’s probably her flowery perfume that you’re smelling on his neck at the time, that she’s who he sees when he’s not with you, and it’s like pins and needles in your stomach.

and you almost make your escape, before he catches you on your way out.

“y/n? wait, y/n!”

you’re one step out the door, before he grabs your bicep, and pulls back, giving you a bright grin.

“i didn’t know you were here yet. i’ve been waiting, come here, c’mhere.” satoru mumbles, quickly rushing you over to the group of three people standing by the door, who all turn their heads for you.

you groan as you turn to the group of them. it’s the same tired eyes as before – that you now know belong to yuuta – and two strangers you’ve never seen before. a guy almost as tall as satoru, with swooping bangs and a manbun, and the girl – who you can’t stand to look at, with perfect beach waves swooping past her shoulders.

and what you can’t help but notice is a sparkling, silver postage stamp necklace around her neck. the same one around yours, that you had been fidgeting with since satoru gave it to you weeks ago.

“here’s your drink, satoru.” the girl states, handing him a glass of white wine that he takes.

it’s enough to make your rage bubble to the surface.

“the lady of the hour, guys! this is y/n, she’s my –”

you scoff.

“are you kidding?”

“hm?”

“lady of the hour? for what, your jokes?”

you watch as satoru’s face drops, before he sets the glass of wine down on the closest table.

“huh? what do you mean? i wanted to introduce you to ieiri, i know you’re going to love her.”

you can feel the tears accumulating in your eyes, that you’re almost positive that satoru notices, because his face visibly droops even more, this time replaced with genuine concern that sends a pang in your chest that has you wrestling your wrist out of his hold.

“you…you’re so mean, satoru.”

“baby, what?”

“don’t…why are you calling me that? every morning you wake up next to me and you’re still not my baby. that’s not exactly fair. you smell like a different girl and you still…you still flirt with other people.” you whisper.

his eyes go wide.

“no, i –”

“every time you walk away i’m half convinced you’re just going to someone else you’re stringing along like me. i’m sitting there thinking about how you’ve walked hundreds of steps away from me hundreds of times and it feels like a thousand little cuts every time you do and it kills me that you don’t even care.”

you can feel that whatever is coming out is word vomit, like it’s started and now it won’t ever stop.

“i see you everywhere, because you literally come everywhere with me just to leave. any song you’ve sang is now our song, any movie, literally anything you’ve even touched. i can’t even wear certain clothes without thinking about how you complimented me in them and i’m stuck thinking about how you probably say that to everyone. you don’t even drink wine and you’re over here drinking some with this random girl at this party, when that’s my thing that we drink wine together. you gave her the same necklace as me, and you apparently asked me to come to but didn’t even tell me about to my face? then you sick your little frat brother to ask me if i like you just so you can….i don’t know, i don’t know what you’d do with that information!”

you watch as satoru pinches the bridge of his nose, only to turn to the three of them at his side, who are all shaking their heads dismissively.

“suguru. i fucking told you he had to be leaving something out.”

“well, i didn’t realize it was going to be like this, shoko. no wonder she won’t date him.”

you swallow hard, as you seem to sink deeper in the pits of your own embarrassment, which seems to be a record low.

“fuck. you…you said her name is shoko?”

geto offers you a smile.

“that’s right.”

“like satoru’s hometown friend? the…the lesbian?”

“that would be me.” she confirms.

you cringe.

“oh my god. i’m really sorry, i’m really drunk. i drank an entire bottle of wine after i accidentally talked to yuuta and i just –”

“well, i’d get drunk if i were you too. he smells like other girls? and flirts with them?” shoko asks.

“i do not! i don’t even know what you’re talking about. i didn’t even know she even liked me back till twenty minutes ago.”

“the necklace is a nice gesture. satoru, geto, and i all have these matching postage stamp necklaces from this shitty place in our hometown. we got them together when we graduated so we wouldn’t forget about what was important when we all go to college.”

you turn to satoru.

“and you just gave that to me?”

“well, i knew you’d take care of it.”

“that’s like…that’s like sentimental, satoru. you literally gave me your childhood best friends memento and that’s so-”

“well, obviously that seems like a little much if you think we’re just friends with benefits!”

you scoff.

“you’re the one who wanted to be friends with benefits.” you clarify.

“what are you talking about? you literally cringe away from any affection i give you!” satoru retorts.

“because you flirt with other girls!”

“not since you! why would i flirt with other people?”

“you tell me. i smell the perfume.”

satoru groans.

“that’s your perfume, dipshit. you left your hoodie at my house and it smells like you so sometimes i sleep next to it and then i smell like it. how do you not recognize your own smell?”

you pause.

“you do what?”

“not in a fucking weird way. i just miss you when you’re busy. you smell nice, it’s –”

“hopeless.” yuuta states, earning him a nod from suguru.

“you didn’t even ask me to come here with you.” you state.

“shoko had to be my date so she could come. i had to make yuuta drag maki in through a window because geto was his plus one. i just wanted you here so you could meet my childhood friends, who i care about. they’ve heard about you for so long that i just thought –”

“you talk to your friends about me?”

“an insufferable amount. though most of his agony seems self inflicted now, because he’s a fucking idiot.” shoko confirms.

“okay, let’s get y/n some water, yeah?” yuuta suggests, before shuffling the two of them off, to which satoru sends a grateful smile before turning back to you.

he crouches down a little, just so your eyes are level, as you frown at him.

“is this what that hamster in your brain is doing up there? overthinking literally everything?”

“you –”

“if you asked, i would have clarified for you. we’ve always been exclusive and if you talked to someone else while we were talking, i’m going to have to kill him.”

“don’t be stupid.”

“i’ll just send a threat! sign his emails up for scientology. he was talking to my girl!”

you glare at him.

“you…you’re so stupid, satoru. you confuse me so much and i just…you take up too much space. you’re everywhere – literally no part of me that you haven’t taken up and i just…”

satoru frowns, before pulling his hands around your face, and angling up by your chin to look at him.

“don’t give up now. it just got good.” he whispers.

“satoru.”

“cmon. let me lick all thousand of your cuts clean.”

“ew. you’re…you’re so gross, satoru.”

“okay, that was just a dirty joke. but let me make it up to you, really. i didn’t realize you…you were thinking all that. i thought you just liked me because i was sexy and because i eat your –”

“satoru!”

“please. let me into that hamster ball in your brain. i deserve some space.”

“it’s all boarded up. the hamster ball house burned down.” you groan.

he leans back, like he’s inspecting your face, before he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“dunno. i’m seeing some flickering lights in there. i can tell your hamster in there really wants me.”

“quit….quit calling me a hamster! you’re so…ugh. i have a headache and i’m drunk and i’m really confused and i just –”

satoru mimics a little salute, before he loops his hand around your waist and walks you towards the little bar.

“okay, test run. i’m on boyfriend duty. if this goes well enough, you give me a chance tomorrow.”

you squint your eyes at him.

“okay, water first. then i have two baby aspirin for you in my pocket. three kisses on the cheek if you won’t insult me after and a compliment if you won’t kill me.”

“really?”

“yuuta told me you downed a whole bottle. since you’re too mad to be handsy, you have a headache. but don’t worry, i came prepared. meaning i forced yuuta to find some baby aspirin or else. and also, kisses because you smell good and you’re wearing this pretty blue dress that’s the same color as my eyes and you’re about to meet my favorite people ever and you’re my favorite person ever, so this is a big deal.” satoru responds.

he’s rambling so hard that you feel like you can see the hamster in his mind working overtime.

“what’s the verdict?”

satoru’s voice is like a thousand bullets in your head as you smack him in the face, trying to silence the chattering coming out of his mouth.

“satoru. what…what time is it?”

“six in the morning. but it’s the next day and i need to know how my test run went.”

“your….what?”

satoru whines.

“no, no don’t tell me you’re too drunk to remember? my test run! to be your boyfriend?”

you groan, flickering your eyes open to the alarm clock on your bed, spelling out the time. 6:07 am.

“no, i remember. you need the answer at six in the morning when i’m hungover?”

“this is agony! i really get this whole thousand cuts thing now, this hurts. tell me.”

you push his face into the pillow, before mumbling it as quietly as you can.

“you pass.”

“huh?”

“you heard me. you passed. just…shut up, please.”

it’s his giggles you hear before sleeping and a warm kiss on your forehead, before you pass out again.

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nanaminokanojo · 11 months ago

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ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE | part 62

-meet cute? a cheesy musical number? forget it! love makes itself known to you through a minor car accident, a broken arm, and a treacherously charming temporary chauffeur

CHARACTERS: sukuna x you/reader | jjk characters

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A/N: I was so excited for this! Something to look forward to this week. Enjoy, my lovelies! | 5k+ words | cw: *throws flower petals* smut

Your distraction was enough to make you forget about your injury. In an unexpected concatenation, you fished for your keys in your bag, and out of habit from before the accident, you turned the knob with your good hand. Without thinking, you shoved the heavy door with your bad arm with enough force to make you feel the impact through the thick cast.

In the next second, you were bent down, clutching at it as the feeling of sharp, electric jolts ran over the length of said limb, radiating from your elbow to the tips of your fingers. It did not even register to you that Sukuna was already standing next to you, holding the door steady so it wouldn't hit your head as it closed. You faintly felt his hand on your shoulder and vaguely heard him call your name but you couldn't focus on him. You somewhat felt his hand on your shoulder as he tried to steady you, but you couldn’t focus on him.

You'd cuss if you could, your mouth actually able to form the word, but then it came out as, "F-fu…Ow…"

Out of the blue, Sukuna said, "Did you try to curse just now?"

As if you did not just nearly break your arm again, you suddenly forgot about the pain, blood rushing up your head and underneath your cheeks. You were instantly covering your face with your good hand, the embarrassment setting in. "I'm expecting you to laugh anytime now." You met his gaze and sure enough, he was biting his lower lip, trying not to do just what you said.

You rolled your eyes at him and entered your apartment sulkily but he was immediately behind you.

"You can't curse, can you?" he questioned.

"No," you mumbled defensively.

"What were you about to say just now?"

You stopped walking and faced him. "Fu–Never mind."

He arched a brow at you, his expressions teasing. "Say it."

"I have no reason to now." You pushed past him and turned away, walking towards the bathroom. He followed suit and you noticed how he was hovering over you through your reflection on the mirror of the cabinet when you closed it, his eyes straying to the bottle of painkillers you took. You tried opening it, but before you could, he took it and did the job for you.

He grinned as he handed the bottle back to you. "Come on, bunny. It's just a word. I wanna hear you say it."

“No.”

“Why not?”

You clicked your tongue, something you never did before but seemed to have gotten used to doing because it was one of his little habits. You grunted in response, marching towards the kitchen.

"Cause I can't and I don't. Big deal, Ryomen," you fired back, immediately catching yourself when the name everyone else used to refer to him rolled out of your tongue.

"Ryomen?" he repeated with inflection, the question coming out gruff as he lifted a brow at you, looking like you’ve said something very offensive.

“I’m –” You cut yourself short. You didn’t know why you felt like apologizing, but you stopped yourself just as he said, “Don’t call me that.” He shuffled uneasily on his feet, looking like a ten-year old who was sulking over something. “Y/N, did you just call me…”

You wanted to laugh, finding his reaction rather adorable. He’d usually tease you for your cutesy actuations, as he had termed it, and now that the table has turned, you couldn’t help but take advantage of it. You concealed your amusement by popping a pill and drinking water, your eyes on him as you prolonged the time between his query and your response.

Going through the motions of slowly gulping water in and setting the glass down on the counter in the same sluggish manner, your line of vision remained trained on him, but instead of a response, you said, “Call you what?”

Sukuna’s lower lip jutted out and you could have sworn his orbs wavered as he looked at you in stupefaction. “You –”

“Me? What about me, Ryomen?”

His eyes rounded. “You did it again!”

Your brows knit together. Most of the time, you couldn’t lie, and you had a hard time keeping a straight face when you do, but you were having so much fun toying with him, being the one who was teasing him instead of the other way around. “Huh?”

“You’re doing this on purpose!” he whined.

“What are you talking about?”

That infamous smirk graced his features, seeing through what you were doing. That's where your difference in terms of your abilities to fluster the other differed - he easily turns the tables on you while you had to take rare chances to catch him off guard. He can tease you all he wants without worrying one bit that he might offend you, and you wished you could have that level of carefree irreverence around him, too.

He stepped forward, trapping you between himself and the counter. Again, you were noticing the sinews of his arms, the cuts of his biceps becoming pronounced under the xanthic lights under the counter, the veins on his hands and forearms seemingly more noticeable. Once again, you’re back at that volleyball court, feeling like you’ve swallowed a ton of cotton with the way your mouth seemed to have gone dry, the air around you disappearing in a sudden vacuum. Sukuna did not fail to notice how hard you swallowed, the sound of the action registering like music in his ears.

“Why are you suddenly referring to me by my surname?” he asked, his words coming out slow and hypnotic that in no time, you were blurting things out without thinking.

“Everyone calls you that –”

“But you’re not one of those people, are you Y/N?”

“It just came out, okay? It’s not a big deal.” You bent backwards, trying to be inconspicuous about it, but he saw through what you were doing and moved even closer. “Has anyone told you that you’re really bad at lying, bunny?”

“No…”

“Are you teasing me, Y/N?”

You shook your head, not trusting yourself to say anything proper as you felt yourself being sucked into the vortex that were his dark eyes. You’re noticing again that his irises were adorned with flecks of dark amethysts and garnets, melting into the darkness of his pupils which were slowly blowing up as they stared at you.

“Another lie? Are you trying to provoke me, bunny?” He kept saying your name in that same beguiling manner that made you feel as if you haven’t heard it in your life before except that didn’t make sense. “I saw the way you were looking at me at the beach earlier, sweetheart. Are you going to lie about that, too?”

His warm breath fanned your cheeks as he towered over you. “You were so transfixed you did not even notice your popsicle making a right mess out of your hand.”

Despite that, a chuckle bubbled up in your throat, your receptors finally malfunctioning when you felt his knee pushing between your thighs. Instead of making him relent, you wanted to do as he said, provoke him, see what he was going to do about it, and suddenly, you felt your confidence coming back, thinking two could play his game. “Is it so bad that I actually like looking at you, Ryomen?”

A sound akin to a huge feline’s purr resounded from his broad chest, the sound morphing into a low hiss by your ear when he brought his face closer to yours, nuzzling your cheek. “So you’re really doing this on purpose.”

“Perhaps…”

“What is it about me you like looking at, hmm?”

You felt your insides doing somersaults when he progressed down the side of your neck, the warmth of his skin against yours making you want to bite your lip. You exhaled heavily through your mouth, the sound coming out unintentionally sultry, but you immediately sucked in air through your gritted teeth when you felt him nip at the crook of your neck, prompting you to answer. “A-all of you,” you whispered.

“Hmm? I didn’t quite hear that, sweetheart?” When you didn’t speak up quick enough for his liking, he squeezed on the soft flesh of your waist, causing you to gasp.

“Kuna –”

He pulled away then. You didn’t intentionally just give him a nickname, but that registered differently to him. Sukuna looked at you as if he was deep in thought about something, his left eyebrow arching up. “What did you say?”

You bit your lower lip, looking away from him as blood rushed to your head. “Your name?”

He shook his head. “No, no, baby. Don’t play me like that. Say it again.”

You grinned up at him. “Sukuna.” The moment you said that, you were swept off your feet, and before you knew it, you were in his arms while he zoomed past the hallway to your bedroom, kicking the door open before propping you down on your pillows. He followed quickly, half pinning you down and hovering over you.

“Say it,” he told you sternly, his expressions at odds with his tone.

“Say what?” you tried playing innocent.

He narrowed his eyes on you. “Stop playing coy. Are you gonna say it or not?”

You giggled. “Nope. What are you gonna do about it?”

“I’ll make you say it again.” The challenge was clear in your tone, and he was more than up to it.

A sly smile spread across your mouth. “So make me.”

That was all the encouragement Sukuna needed before he covered your lips with his. Different from all the other times he would start gently, he kissed you roughly, hungrily like a man deprived of water and having a taste of it for the first time after being trapped in a desert. And he took and drank, his hot tongue finding yours, tasting to his fill.

You returned the gesture with as much fervor, cupping his face so you could kiss Sukuna harder, your tongue less shy to mingle with his. Your snagged breaths mingled with his as he kissed you over and over again, as if he was trying to memorize every contour of your lips on his, plush and sweet against his tongue. He reveled in the tiny nips you took of him whenever he would tilt his head in a different angle, your breath catching when you felt his hands roaming the sides of your body.

Sukuna withdrew, reaching for your hand and planting small kisses on each of the fingers down to your wrists, taking in your dazed expression with his heavy-lidded eyes. “You’re driving me crazy,” he breathed, planting kisses on your cheeks and your jawline before propping himself up on his elbows. He smiled down at you then looked away as if he was trying to decide whether to distance himself from you or stay where he was.

“Hey,” you murmured gently, reaching out to touch the side of his, and making him face you. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t get enough of you,” he told you, making blood creep underneath your cheeks and your lungs to feel like they’re being squeezed as you let out a shaky breath. “But I don’t want you to think I’m just taking advantage of you. I am aware that you’re inexperienced at this, so I won’t push you to do something you don’t –”

“Why are you assuming I don’t want it? You haven’t even asked yet.”

“So…” His brows furrowed, thoughts battling inside his head as regarded you. “Do you want me to do more?”

“No,” you deadpanned. Sukuna’s jaw went slack, much to your satisfaction. Putting on airs of nonchalance, you said, “Although I don’t know if kissing me alone should convince me enough to start calling you with your given name again.”

He motioned to flick you on the head, baring his teeth at you. “Why, you –”

You half laughed, half screamed, keeping his hand at bay with yours as he threatened to bring it near you. “Okay, I’ll behave. Geez.” You clamped your mouth close, trying hard not to burst out laughing again, but seeing the helpless look on his face, you simply beamed at him. “I never thought you were taking advantage of me. Ever,” you told him in a quiet voice.

“Really?”

You nodded slowly. “What did you want to do anyway?” You snickered at your ignorance. “I mean, I’m not totally clueless. I just need to know what to expect.”

“You want a walkthrough?” he joked.

“That’s not what I meant, stupid.”

“Hey!”

You snickered. “Kidding.”

Sukuna eyes you thoughtfully then said, “I can show you better than I can tell you.”

“Alright…” You respired deeply then slowly let go. “Let’s try it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Okay,” you said through clenched teeth, your fingers squeezing around the fabric of his shit while your eyes refused to meet his.

He shook his head, tilting your head up by the chin so you were looking at him. “That won’t do, bunny. I need you to be a hundred percent sure. I will never do anything without your express permission.”

“Positive,” you told him with more conviction this time. “I’m sure.”

“Good, but if you want me to stop, I need you to tell me. Are we clear on that?”

“We are,” you answered playfully, noticing how his voice faltered when he spoke.

He pressed his forehead against yours, kissing the tip of your nose. “Why are you always so sweet?” He chuckled. “Even when you’re deliberately trying to unnerve me.”

“Kuna,” you whispered, speaking against his mouth as you initiated a kiss this time, making your intentions known as you tugged on his hair. “Show me.”

He didn't need to be told twice. He returned your kiss with as much zeal if not more, his actions seemingly more potent this time like some unknown drug that disoriented and muddled your thoughts to everything else but the sensations he was making you feel. There was less inhibition in the way he moved around you, his hands exploring more, reaching down the length of your thigh and making it crook over his waist as he slotted himself between them. He fiddled with the hem of your shirt and tentatively caressed the exposed skin of your belly as the garment rode up, his fingers brushing possessively over it.

But seemingly unable to get enough of what he could touch from his position, he pushed himself up just enough to draw away a little. Sukuna's mouth stretched into a fond smile seeing how your cheeks were stained scarlet while your hazy eyes looked unto him with anticipation. He ran a lazy finger over your lips, trailing it down your neck until he reached the top button of your blouse.

"May I?" he asked, his tone gentle and meant for your ears alone. He bit down slightly on his lip as he waited for your answer, watching as your chest swelled upwards along with how you inhaled deeply.

"Mhmm." You nodded a little too quickly, causing Sukuna to chuckle but he went ahead and unbuttoned it, progressing in a slow, deliberate manner. His free fingers brushed on every inch of your skin that was revealed to him, following the line that led to the valley between your breasts, over the fabric that joined the blue lace of your bra and down to your navel. His breathing hitched as he peeled the flaps of the garment off your front while you watched him nervously, waiting for him to say something. He prolonged your agony by staying quiet, eyes wide as he marveled over the smooth expanse of your skin, his fingers following the motion of his dark orbs.

"Damn, baby," he finally rasped, lowering his head on your lowest rib until his mouth brushed over your skin. "You're like a present on Christmas morning." He looked dazed, almost like he was in a trance as he whispered, “You’re perfect.”

You breathed out sharply when he started leaving open mouthed kisses from that spot, going higher and higher, not leaving an inch untouched, his motions of body worship causing liquid heat to expand from your chest to the lines that defined your being, rushing downwards between your thighs where his body was rubbing against you in irregular rhythms following his every movement as he peppered your body with kisses and attention.

Sukuna swallowed hard as he shifted his gaze between your eyes and your clothed breasts, his unspoken question answered when you reached for his hand and placed it exactly where he wanted to touch. "I trust you."

"Maybe you shouldn't," he stated cheekily but took over anyway, his fingers deftly pushing the lace up to reveal the perky swells of flesh underneath. His hungry gaze made you feel like some morsel he wanted to consume. He wasn't even doing anything, just looking and yet you could feel heat where his eyes roamed. And if that was the case, when he moved to touch you, covering one of your right breast with his hand, you felt something akin to electricity course through your spine, the sensation heightened by the friction of his palms against your nipple as he gently squeezed.

It was the first time someone would be touching you so intimately and you felt like you were losing your mind with every kind of sensation Sukuna was introducing to you when you knew he was only getting started. A whimper ripped through your throat when his mouth hovered over your other breast and without much ado, captured your nipple between his lips while his tongue licked around it, his hands busy kneading the other. His ministrations had you feeling all sorts of ways, the sensations seemingly conglomerating in your chest and dripping down lower that you felt the urge to grind against him.

Having noticed, while still busy sucking and licking on your tits, Sukuna’s fingers trailed down your body, momentarily lingering over your navel before you heard the button of your shorts pop open. Your eyes blew wide in surprise and your grip on his arm tightened.

Sukuna looked up at you then. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, eyes hardly sobering up from the haze that veiled them despite his words.

You shook your head. "No," you whispered sheepishly. "I was just startled."

"Sure?"

"Yes."

He pushed himself up a bit to kiss you on the lips briefly. "Okay, sweetheart. I'll make you feel good."

You nodded, cupping his face as you allowed him to enmesh your mouths together again, but you were not distracted enough not to feel how he pushed your shorts down, lifting you gently off the mattress so he can take it off entirely. You kicked them off your legs, giggling softly into the kiss when you felt his mouth stretch into a smirk.

A gasp escaped your lips when you felt his hand slide down between your thighs, feeling his way down there.

"You're wet here," he said, languidly rubbing over the lace that covered your sex. He pushed it aside and you moaned his name when his fingers started teasing your folds, spreading your slick around. "Very wet."

You moaned, unable to control it when he started stroking that bundle of sensitive nerves, his movements slow and languid, dragging out the most delicious notes out of you.

"You like that, baby?"

You didn't trust yourself to speak, but the breathless sigh that Sukuna was able to elicit from you was more than enough response for him to continue. He propped himself up on his elbow, his eyes focused on the erotic expression on your face. He couldn't help but smile with pride knowing he was the cause of it as he watched your hooded eyes, your bliss swimming in your irises, your partly open mouth releasing snagged breaths as he touched you while your good hand gripped on the sheets.

Something in him seemed to have snapped just watching you submit to his caresses. He got up, wanting to see what else he was causing you to feel and physically do. He withdrew his fingers to hook onto your panties, removing it entirely, his eyes predatory as he looked at you and slid the garment down your legs at an agonizingly slow pace. He grinned at you as he shoved the lace in his back pocket, making you blush wildly.

You covered your face as he positioned himself between your legs. "I'm keeping this," you heard him say.

"Stop teasing me," you whined, and the room filled with hearty chuckles, the sound of mirth in Sukuna's laughter filling every crevice of your being.

"You're so adorable, Y/N." You felt him reach for your wrist, removing it from your face. "But I want you to watch while I make you cum."

You let out a strangled laugh, not really knowing how to react to what he said.

"Eyes on me, beautiful. Can you do that?"

You couldn't do anything but nod and in the next second, you were writhing under his mercy as he dipped a single digit into you. It slipped in quite easily with how you were dripping from his attentions earlier, but the feeling was foreign, causing you to grasp onto anything you could hold onto while keeping your eyes glued on Sukuna.

His name tore through your lips when he started moving inside you, easing you in for what was to come which was the addition of another finger, stretching you further. Your breath hitched when you felt a slight burn when he did that, but you felt it melting into a delightful kind of heat, melting into pleasure as he scissored his fingers in.

The sounds of delectation that he was able to pull out of you spurred him on. Pride soared in his chest that he was the reason you were a squirming mess, the reason why you were aglow with your cheeks tickled pink while your skin shimmered with a sheen of sweat under the afternoon sun. He didn't think he had seen anything so enthralling, and to be the one causing it rendered him immensely gratified.

He felt your walls clench around his digits as he reached in deeper, knowing he hit your sweet spot with the way you moaned louder, your hips bucking up at the motion.

"Right...there," you breathed out, to which he responded with a hum, his movements becoming faster and more intense. You were a panting mess but you kept your eyes on him, watching his wrist move quickly. "Kuna..."

"Let go, sweetheart," he told you, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips when you came undone at his bidding.

Shaky laughter spilled past your lips, unable to form anything coherent in his mind as he looked at Sukuna through scarcely opened eyes.

"I got you to say my name again."

You weren't even able to realize the sensations washing through and wreaking havoc in your system when he seized both your thighs while he anchored his elbows on the mattress to hold you down. In the next second, you felt something hot and wet make contact with your sex, causing you to look down, your body spasming at the sight of him lapping at your release, soft growls reverberating from his throat as he sucked on your clit and licked alternately.

Sukuna saw you through your high and it didn't take long before he was inducing ecstasy from you again. It left you unable to decide whether you wanted to pull him closer or to push him, but he latched onto you with just enough force to make that choice for you. The sound of your moans mingled with that of slurping and sucking, his groans adding to your rhapsodies. He hungrily devoured you, his tongue darting inside you, capturing your juices in his waiting mouth.

Broken sobs left your mouth as you felt the knot on the pits of your guts unraveling along with fragments of his name. Your back arched clean off the bed as you cried out one last time, the sound dragging out and filling your bedroom, the walls silent witnesses to your undoing.

Sukuna emerged from between your legs, his lips and chin glistening with your essence. He wiped himself off with the back of his hand, moving to hover over you with a satisfied look on his handsome face. He peppered your face with butterfly kisses, gently drawing your hair from your face while you just panted underneath him, feeling like all your bones had disintegrated to dust.

"You did well," he whispered in your ear, "Tasted even better. I was afraid I wouldn't want to come up for air."

Shaky laughter spilled past your lips, unable to form anything coherent in your mind as you looked at him through scarcely opened eyes.

"I got you to say my name again."

"Mhmm..." You reached up, touching his face. "Kuna."

He pecked you on the cheek. "Call me otherwise and you're paying for it."

You just chuckled, shaking your head.

Sukuna planted yet another kiss on your lips before drawing away from you. "Let me clean you up." He got up but you held him back, surprised.

"What about you?" you asked, your eyes trailing downward to where his sweats were obviously straining over his crotch. "You..."

"Don't worry about it, I can -"

“No.”

He smiled at you. "Rest, sweetheart. I can deal with this for now. This is about you, okay? I'm good, knowing I made you feel good."

"No."

"You said that twice now." Sukuna snickered as he walked away. "Sit still. I'll be back."

You shook your head, yanking Sukuna back to the bed. “We’re dealing with it now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You clicked your tongue. “You always baby me, Kuna. Now, how do you want to go about with it?”

“Um…”

Sukuna scratched the back of his head, his mind running faster as he thought of what to do, wanting to satisfy your demands. “Okay…” He removed his pants and shirt, sitting against the headboard. “Come here.”

You slowly moved towards him on your knees while Sukuna guided you to sit on his lap. Your eyes were shining with curiosity as you licked over the seam of your lips and stared at Sukuna’s package still hidden under his boxers.

“C-can I…?”

Sukuna’s glazed eyes beckoned you to do whatever you wanted. “Go ahead.”

You carefully extended your good hand towards Sukuna’s waistband, pulling it enough to reveal his cock, teeth clamping down your lower lip as it sprung out, standing proud, thick and perfectly adorned with veins.

“I wanna touch you.” The way the words came out in a breathy whisper that told him of how much you wanted him as well made Sukuna pull your hand and wrapped it around his girth, a hiss ripping through his mouth the moment he felt your warmth. You chuckled quietly, the sound coming out breathless as you further touched Sukuna. “I didn’t know you were this…”

He arched a brow at you, prompting you to choose your words carefully. “What?”

“Endowed?” you offered, smiling.

His eyes trailed from your face to your breasts peeking through your open shirt. His tongue darted between his lips as he smirked. “I can say the same to you.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Way to kill the mood, Kuna.”

Sukuna laughed, pulling you closer to him, also taking possession of your tits with one hand. In the next second, you felt Sukuna’s other hand make contact with your still dripping pussy, causing causing you to look down, your body immediately spasming at the sight of Sukuna spreading the remnants of your release on his fingers, soft growls reverberating from his throat as he started pumping his cock to spread it all over him. He then took your hand and wrapped it around him, his hand guiding yours so you were moving in sync.

“Fuck!” he let out when you took the initiative to move, freeing his hands to freely touch you, too, the slick sound of your hand moving in sync with his fingers which found your folds again, filling the room along with their intermingled moans of pleasure. Sukuna placed his free hand on your nape, pulling you in for a hot, wet kiss, all tongues as you both tried to take as much as you could from each other, grunts and sighs drowned out by each other’s mouths.

“Y/N…sh-shit...oh baby. That feels good!”

You lifted slightly off his lap while he devoured your left breast and moved his fingers at a faster pace. “Kuna, I – ah!”

You were coming undone for the nth time and he followed suit, his cum shooting out in ropes over your unrelenting fingers and all over his stomach. Sukuna leaned against you as you continued to slowly pump him dry, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as his oversensitivity assaulted him. He had to hold onto your wrist to stop you, chuckling.

“T-too much…”

You leaned back slightly, still panting, but you wanted to see Sukuna’s face, also flushed, his beautiful eyes unable to focus.

“Fuck…baby.”

“Good?”

Sukuna chuckled, nodding.

You looked down between the two of you, your essences on his chests and your hand, and to Sukuna’s surprise, you took his hand without warning, and put his index finger into your mouth, licking it clean.

“Oh, god, that’s hot.”

You chuckled, tackling Sukuna to hover over him with a satisfied look on your face. You peppered his face with butterfly kisses before laying on top of him, feeling like all your bones had disintegrated to dust.

"You did well," Sukuna whispered in your ear.

“Thank you, Kuna.”

Eventually, Sukuna stood up, deciding he had to get you both cleaned up. However, by the time he returned with towelettes and clean water, you were already asleep on the bed, spent yet blissfully knocked out. He shook his head, a smile plastered on his face as he went ahead and cleaned you up, careful in his movements.

He couldn't quite believe that you were real. It wasn't exactly something he did to please anyone unless he derived personal pleasure from it, too. But with you, he didn't really care about himself as long as he made you feel great and taken care of. Sukuna loved being there for you in any way, be it keeping you safe or pleasuring you. It was as if he found a calling, and he didn't want to shy away from it. He was almost glad he was the one who got you into an accident because without it, he wouldn't be with you, making sure you’re pampered.

Sukuna went through the motions of dressing you up before settling beside you, happily falling asleep, a smile spreading across his mouth when he felt you snuggle closer as if you craved his presence, too.

He liked that notion. He liked it very much.

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