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Star-Crossed Chapter Four (Supernova) - NSFW [Suguru Geto x Reader]

Summary: [adj] (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. not favored by the stars. ill-fated. refers to any lovers whose affection for each other is doomed to end in tragedy.experienced! suguru geto x inexperienced! reader

❥ status: completed

❥ content warnings: explicit sexual content. smut. dom/sub undertones. fem! reader. shy reader. light angst. dirty talk. unprotected sex. loss of virginity. light size kink. cunnilingus. light mentions of blood. pet names. inexperience. virginity mention. teasing. m&f orgasm. kind suguru. fluff at the end. praise kink.

❥ note: This story takes place before the Hidden Star Plasma Vessel Arc of JJK> It's also more of an AU, taking place when all characters are 18+.

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Two weeks had gone by since your last encounter with Suguru. The two of you decided to take things slow, not wanting to rush the big moment but to let it happen naturally. Since then, you’ve been going out on more dates around town with him. He had been fairly busy with his work at Jujutsu High and he managed to have some off time today, planning a picnic in a nearby park with you and later, a small get-together with his friends at a karaoke club.

You’ve only met Gojo and Shoko a handful of times but you never got bad vibes from them. In fact, they were very sweet to you. You wanted to get to know them better. You wanted to be involved in Suguru’s personal life more but there always seemed to be a thin wall keeping you from getting too close. Like there was something he was trying to protect you from. You didn’t understand his logic exactly, but you didn’t want to pry.

You instead chose to focus on what was happening at the moment which was you and Suguru walking side-by-side around the park to find the right spot to set up. He had picked the perfect day to step out for lunch. The weather was comfortably warm and the clouds were out enough to shield you from the bright sunrays. You chose to wear a ruffled white floral print sundress that touched your mid-thigh, a rounded sun hat to provide some shade, and all-white sneakers to match.

The theme today must’ve been floral as Suguru’s outfit consisted of a white button-up with a floral print etched up the sides and oversized shorts that were held up only by a belt. The thin fabric of his shirt already left little to the imagination but to top it off, he only buttoned it halfway, the wind exposing more of his chest every time it blew. He looked so handsome!

“Hey, (y/n). Do you think this a good enough spot?” He asks, pointing to a grassy area amongst the trees.

“It’s perfect! Let’s get everything set up!”

Suguru takes the blanket he was carrying with him and unravels it, spreading it out so that you could take a seat. Taking his place beside you, you start to unpack the lunch you made from your basket. Suguru watches you attentively, admiring your radiant beauty. He lifts a hand up to stroke your cheek and you pause.

“What’s up, Sugu?”

“Nothing. You just look so beautiful today.” He whispers, leaning to kiss your sweet lips.

You blush and look away, pouting, “Baby, not in public! People will stare!”

He snorts at this, “Let them stare! If I wanna kiss my little munchkin then I should be able to.”

“M-Munchkin!?” You yelp, embarrassed by this new pet name he gave you. He bursts out into a thunderous fit of laughter and scoots closer to you, wrapping an arm around you.

“You don’t like my new name for you? I’m wounded!” He plants wet smooches on your cheeks, making you squirm in his hold as you try to escape.

“Suguru, please-!” You grab his shoulders and put some distance between the two of you, “You’re making me shy!”

“I think it’s cute.” He hums, finally letting you go so you can recollect yourself. You fix your dress, giving him a flick to his nose to teach him a lesson. He smiles, taking amusement in your flustered state.

“You’re so mean.”

“Sorry! You look so adorable when you get all worked up.”

You huff and snatch one of the sandwiches you made, taking a big bite out of it. Suguru follows your lead, grabbing the other and munching on it quietly. After a while, you both just take in the calming atmosphere of the field you’re currently in. You thought about your relationship with Suguru and how much you loved him, but that looming feeling of worry began to consume you once more as thought about whether or not he trusted you. That divide you felt made you more self-conscious than anything.

Was there a reason he didn’t want you to know that side of him? Did he love you the same way you loved him? All this questions lingered on your mind while Suguru quietly snacked on his meal. You felt as if a weight had been dropped on your head from the anxiety you felt about this whole ordeal. You wanted to speak out, to be reassured that you were overthinking everything and had nothing to worry about. But you were too afraid to ask.

As if he had sensed a change in the air, Suguru turned his head to look at you. His expression unreadable. It looked as if he were staring right through you. There was twinge of sorrow in his eyes.

“What’s wrong, Sugu?” You cocked your head to the side.

“I should be asking you that, hun.” He touches your shoulder briefly and you swear you feel the weight of the world lift off your shoulders.

You look down at your lap and fumble with your fingers, “It’s nothing, Suguru.”

“Babe, I rather you be honest with me. I won’t push it if you really don’t want to say anything but I can tell you want to.” He smiles encouragingly, “What’s on your mind?”

You go silent for a moment or two.

“Suguru, sometimes I worry about you. Sometimes I feel like there’s secrets you keep from me. Not that having secrets is a bad thing but I just worry you feel like you need to hide parts of your life from me. You don’t have to though, Sugu! I want to be able to support you in every way. We’re in this together, right?”

Suguru studies you. There was so much he wanted to tell you. He wish he could let you know about his world. The world of curses and sorcerers. The world of exorcising and consuming the beasts that unknowingly plague society. The creatures that sometimes plague you, latching onto your back and draining you like a demon. It pained him seeing these curses grow out of you regularly because of your anxious nature. He knew you couldn’t help it. He exorcised each and every one, swallowing them if it meant you’d be relieved of your ache.

He wish he could tell you. Maybe he could eventually but now wasn’t the right time. Not now.

“Right.” He inches back, holding a glowing orb in his hand that'd he save for later, “I’ll try to do better, sweetheart. Forgive me.”

Suguru felt bad for making you feel you’ve been left out of his life. He never noticed how much of a wall he built between the two of you. It was for protection, to keep you safe from the harmful world of Jujutsu. He wouldn’t be able to go on if you ended up hurt or worse. You were the light of his life and he wanted to keep you unaware for as long as he could. He wasn’t sure you soft heart could handle the intense knowledge of curses or how they’re produced.

“Look at the time, babe. We gotta get going if we’re going to make it to the karaoke bar in time.”

You gasp, “You’re right! Let’s go!”

You jump up and Suguru follows your lead, helping you pack up the blanket and remaining food into your basket. He then takes your hand and starts in the direction of the karaoke bar. It wasn’t far, so you opted to walk as opposed to taking public transport. It had only taken about ten minutes to reach the bar where Gojo and Shoko were standing out front, waving to the two of you.

“Suguru! (y/n)! What’s up?” Shoko chirped, a lit cigarette dangling between her lips, “You two are late.”

Suguru snorts, “Only by two minutes.”

Gojo grins, “Still late. C’mon! I’m getting bored out here. I wanna listen to some tunes.”

The white-haired man strolls into the bar carelessly, leaving the rest of you behind. Shoko puts out her cigarette and enters as well. Suguru turns to you and you look up at him, a soft smile on your face. Suguru pats your head and leads you inside the building where the four of you meet up inside the private room you rented. Gojo had already placed an order for some drinks and sweets while Shoko scrolled through the songs available. Suguru had took a seat beside you and handed you a microphone much to your surprise.

“Are you going to sing, babe? I think it’d be a lot fun.” Suguru beamed.

“B-But Sugu-!” You clench your hands around the mic, “What if I mess up? I’m gonna be embarrassed…”

“Don’t be, (y/n)! Besides, I’m sure you have a beautiful voice. I’ve heard you hit certain notes before easily.” He purrs suggestively, your cheeks heating up, “I can help if you want.”

“Really?”

He nods and pulls you into his lap, “Sing something. Anything you want.”

You let out a shaky sigh and start to sing into the microphone, hearing your voice echoed throughout the area. Your tune was relatively steady and your pitch was perfect in the mid-range but the high note is where your voice got rocky. It was coming up and before you could stop, Suguru dragged his hands up your thighs, very close to your sensitive flower and a note you never thought you could hit squeezes from your throat. Your face was burning red.

“See? Told ya.”

“Get a room guys. We’re here to sing!” Gojo grunts, selecting a song for him and Shoko.

Suguru laughs, “Sorry, guys.”

He wraps his arms around your waist and lets your body fall into his chest. He holds you close, snuggling his face into your neck as the two of you wait your turn to pick a song. The rest of the night was spent singing your hearts out without a care. Suguru and Gojo had a hilarious duet that you and Shoko got a kick out of and on top of that, you had an incredible solo that earned you a standing ovation from your small group of friends. Overall, the night was exciting and fun and you were glad that you decided to tag along.

Eventually, the time had ran up on the room you all rented and you had to take your leave. Instead of going home, however, the four of you decided to take a stroll down the busy street. It was close to eight o’clock and none of you wanted to call it night just yet.

“Hey guys! We should go to a club!” Gojo suggests.

“The club? (Y/N) and I aren’t even dressed to go to a club.” Suguru motions towards what you both were wearing.

“Ah, who cares! Won’t matter when we’re all dancing anyways!” Gojo laughs, “Plus, I have a fake ID. We could get lit and forget all about it.”

Suguru rolls his eyes, “And where’d you get that from?”

Gojo snickers, “I have my sources.”

"That actually sounds fun, Gojo. I needed this break.” Shoko muses, taking out a fresh cigarette and lighter.

“I guess we could stick around a little longer. What do you say, (y/n)?” Suguru peers at you and you nod.

“It sounds great to me!”

Gojo jumps with excitement, “Hell yeah! There’s a club with great music just down the street-”

His phone goes off. Everyone’s phone goes off except your own. They all look at each other knowingly but you seemed to be the only one left out of what was going on. Gojo takes out his flip phone and reads whatever is on his screen. Shoko and Suguru do the same.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me. Their timing couldn’t be any worse.” Gojo growls, clearly upset about the message relayed to him.

“So much for a day off.” Shoko hums, blowing smoke from her nose as she sighs tiredly.

Suguru remains quiet. He was tense and looked to be just as upset as Gojo. Why couldn’t it be any other day? Why today? He just wanted more time.

“Suguru, hang back on this one.”

Suguru’s eyes widen as he turns to Gojo who’s giving him a reassuring smile.

“Gojo, you know I can’t do that.”

“I’m serious, Suguru. Shoko and I can handle it. It’s not like it’s a special grade or anything. Besides, you gotta make sure (y/n) gets home safe. It’s getting late.”

He was right. Suguru didn’t want to send you off into the night by your lonesome. It wasn’t safe. He didn’t want to let you out of his sight. With a tight squeeze of your hand, he gives in.

“Okay, Gojo. I’ll go but make sure you call back up. Just in case.”

“I understand.” Gojo grins at you and ruffles your hair with his massive hand, “See ya later, (y/n)! It was nice seeing you again. Hopefully we can hang out longer next time.”

Shoko waves at you, “We’ll meet again, (y/n)! Let’s go shopping next time, yeah?”

“Yeah! Definitely! See you guys.” You hide your pain behind a gentle smile.

Suguru says his goodbyes to his friends and the two of you head off in the opposite direction. Flagging down a passing taxi, Suguru opens the door for you and let’s you take your seat before he slides next to you. The ride home was uncomfortably silent. Usually, this kind of silence would never bother you as it came from a mutual understanding between the two of you. This was different, though. It was awkward and shrouded completely in mystery for you at least.

“We’re here.”

Your thought was interrupted by Suguru’s voice. You looked out the window to see the taxi had parked itself in front of your complex. Suguru quietly pays the driver and escorts you out the vehicle and up to your apartment. He treaded slowly behind you as if he were being bogged down by a weight attached to his ankle. He was seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

Unlocking your front door, you step inside your poorly lit living room and flick the lights on. You set down your picnic items you’ve been carrying around and take a seat at your dining room table. The tension was high and for the wrong reasons. What was going on and why did everyone feel the need to keep it from you? It hurt your feelings more than anything. You didn’t understand.

“Listen, (y/n). I know this all is very confusing for you. It’s for your own safety that some parts of my life, you’re left out of.”

“I-I don’t understand, Suguru. Why can’t you tell me?” You whisper, “D-Do you not trust me?”

Suguru shakes his head and settles on his knees in front of you, stroking your hand gently, “It’s not like that. I promise. It’s just…dangerous.”

Tears begin to well in your eyes and Suguru frowns, upset with himself for making you cry. He was on the verge on cracking and spilling his guts to you, but there was still something holding him back.

“What have you gotten yourself into that you can’t even tell me , Sugu?”

He didn’t know how to answer. How could he without seeming unreasonable? He hated seeing you like this. Especially when it’s because of him and his loyalty towards his fellow Jujutsu brethren.

“I wish I could tell you, baby. It’s my duty to keep people like you safe and one of the ways we do that is by keeping certain secrets. I want to tell you everything but I’m afraid it would do more harm than good…Please, try to see it from my perspective. I know it’s difficult, but, please…”

You wipe your eyes as your tears begin to stain your cheeks and Suguru’s heart sinks into his chest. He never put much thought into how much damage could come out of hiding his life as a sorcerer from his loved ones. That was his mistake and now he was on the verge of losing you because it. Making you cry like this was a sin in itself but to lose a kind-hearted and loving person like you? He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

“Listen, (y/n). I-I love you. I would never do anything to purposefully hurt you. I just want you to be safe and sound. Please try to understand.”

Suguru stands and brings you into a swift kiss, the taste of your salty tears lingering on his tongue.

“Please, sweetheart. Forgive me. Please-”

The dire kiss deepens and he embraces you firmly, keeping you from squirming your way out of his arms. The liplock was desperate and pleading, laced with regret and shame. You whimpered into his mouth as he plants more kisses to your lips, practically smothering you in affection as a form of apology for his wrongdoings. For making you cry and doubting his love even for a second.

Balling your hands into fists, you grip his shirt as you start to lose yourself in his touch. You couldn’t even respond to his confession of love he was holding you so tight. All you could do was melt into him and reciprocate his love through your lips. The situation was quickly becoming heated, your hands wandering over his form until you reach the hem of his shirt, gently tugging on it to get his attention.

Suguru notices this and breaks the kiss for a moment to see your glistening eyes peering up at him with absolute want. You yank his shirt once more and he gets the hint, lifting the fabric off his body until he was shirtless before you. Your small hands flow up the bumpy surface of his abs to his slim waist and his muscles quiver underneath your curious touch. You needed him badly judging by your lustful appearance, and who was he to deny you?

Unable to resist your temptation, Suguru drags you back into the heavy kiss and slides his hands down to your thighs, eagerly hoisting you up out your seat and into his arms. To steady yourself, you throw your arms around his neck and straddled his waist, surprised that he lifted you with such ease.

He then effortlessly carries you from your living area to your bedroom, the only source of light coming from the pink fairy lights you had strewn over your bed. You must’ve forgotten to turn them off when you left out this afternoon.

Now standing by the foot of your bed, Suguru gives you one last loving smooch before dropping you down onto your mattress carelessly. Your body bounces against it and he wastes no time in crawling over the top of you, letting his hands caress every inch of skin he could before grabbing at the fabric of your sundress, nearly ripping it off your form until you were only clad in your lacy panties and bra.

You gasp at his rough handling of you and cover yourself partially with your blanket. You’d been naked in front of him before but you were suddenly feeling self conscious about his sharp eyes ogling you like they are now. He notices this and stops for a moment to calm down. It slipped his mind this would be your first time doing something like this and that he still needed to take it slow.

“I wanna eat your pussy again, babe. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since that day.” He starts tugging the lace down your legs, waiting for your full consent, “Will you let me, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes, Suguru.” You lift your hips to aid him in pulling your undies off, leaving your wet pussy completely exposed.

He moans at your enthusiasm and settles himself between your thighs, nipping at the flesh until purplish marks formed. Holding your legs open, he latches straight onto your clit and you arch upwards, your mouth falling open at the sudden rush you felt. Your hand shot down to his thick hair, coiling itself in the black strands as his tongue starts to work over the swollen bud.

“Mnn, Suguru! P-Please-” Your thighs shut themselves against his ears and he chuckles, opting to hold your hips instead as they start to buck in tandem with his tongue.

With your wild movements, it was becoming difficult to keep his mouth attached but he managed, using some of his strength to hold you down against the bed where he wanted you. He could tell you weren’t going to last much longer but he wanted to prep you for what was going to come. He brings one of his hands up to your sopping cunt, gently teasing your little opening with his thick finger. You suck in a deep breath of air and whimper, a soft smirk appearing over his features at your reaction.

“May I?” His raspy voice vibrates against your hypersensitive bundle of nerves and you shake.

“I-Is it going to hurt, baby?” You whispered to him, looking down at him as he gathered your juices on his index and middle fingers.

“It shouldn’t. Besides, I need to stretch this tight, little cunt out if you’re gonna take me.” He presses a sloppy kiss to your core earning a gasp from you, “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

You nod aggressively, “O-Okay, Sugu.”

He hums and continuously strokes the length of your slit with his rough digits, lubing them up with your fluids before prodding his middle finger at your opening. Without much resistance, his finger easily slides into your hole and you wince, not expecting it to feel as invasive as it did. Suguru strokes your thigh with his free hand to soothe your nerves.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well.” He returns his lips to your neglected clit and sucks on it hungrily, easing his finger in and out of your moist walls warily, “Take it.”

The feeling was foreign; a completely new experience for you. You never felt pleasure this deep inside of you before and it was numbing all your senses. Your walls flutter helplessly around his fingers as they try to adjust. A series of breathy gasps follow with every pump and Suguru takes pleasure in your weak sounds. He keeps the pace consistent aside from his shaky hand jerking occasionally, resulting in a loud, drawn-out cry from you.

Wanting to see if you could take more, he inserts another finger and scissors them, watching your body twist as if he commanded it to do so. By this point, your gooey essence was leaking over the stretch of his hand and the obscene squelching of your wetness echoed in the air. Your cunt clamped against his fingers as you start to feel those sparks in your lower belly again.

“Shit, you’re taking my fingers so well. You might be ready for my cock, sweetheart.” Suguru puts more force behind his fingers, egging you on, “Cum all over my face and I’ll let you have it. Be a good girl for me.”

Your whole body burned at his praise and you released, his poor fingers crushed as your cunt spasms around them. Suguru took a deep breath to compose himself, your orgasm getting him more excited than it should’ve. His cock was painfully hard at this point, the red tip pearling with precum at your little display.

As you come down from your high, Suguru moves back up the bed so he’s face-to-face with you again. He observes your current state, thinking how your post-orgasmic bliss was one of the sexiest things he’s ever witnessed. Cupping your flushed cheek with his hand, he traces his thumb over soft lips and slowly slides it between, settling it on the surface of your tongue. You absentmindedly suckle it, letting your tongue swirl around it’s shape carefully. Suguru bites his lip and swallows.

“Fuck, change of plans. Think you can do that on my dick, babe?” His voice comes out as a strained whisper.

You give an unsure nod, “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“It’s okay. I’ll walk you through it. We’ll take it at your pace.”

Suguru removes his thumb from your mouth and slides out of bed so that he’s standing at the edge. You move as well and settle yourself on your knees. He undoes his belt and pants, letting them drop along with his boxers until his hardened cock springs free from its confines. He grabs himself and strokes passively, signaling you with his other hand.

“Get closer, hun.”

You nod and get on all fours, sensually crawling over to him. His eyes follow you and he sucks his teeth once you fix yourself in front of him.

“You’re such a tease, y’know that?” He grips your chin, still stroking himself with his occupied hand.

You bat your eyelashes at him, “I don’t know what you mean, Sugu.”

“Minx.” He guides your face to his length and you freeze like a deer in headlights. He strokes your jawline and smirks, “What’s wrong, baby? Not much to say now, hm ?”

He releases you and you avoid his eyes, making him chuckle. He leans forward to kiss your forehead, “Can you touch it for me? Like this?”

He shows you how he’s handling himself and you nod. It seems easy enough. Anxiously, you replace his own grip and wrap your hand around the base of his dick. It felt heavy and thick and the only thought you had was how was it going to fit it inside of you. As if Suguru read your mind, he smiles and says, “Don’t worry, baby. It’ll fit.”

You start to match his movements from earlier, slowly pumping him in the fist of your small hand. He moans softly at this and angles his hips closer to you, “That’s it. Wanna try putting your tongue on it?”

You follow his lead and slip your tongue out, giving the reddened head of his cock soft, kitten licks. You could taste the mild saltiness of his precum on your taste buds. He lets out an even louder moan this time and you shudder as a chill runs up your spine. His sounds were so pretty and you craved to hear more of them. Licking a long stripe from the base to the tip, you swirl your wet tongue around the sensitive slit of his cock. It twitches in response and Suguru groans at your skillful work.

“Baby, try sucking it. Please.” He utters, entangling his fingers in your hair.

You open your mouth wide for him and Suguru takes it upon himself to slide his cock inside. You close your lips around his length and flinch. He was stretching your mouth to it’s limits but you were determined to take him. You slack your jaw to allow for more space and look up to him for guidance with your next move.

“You’re doing so good. So, so good. You got it from here. Take your time.”

You hum in agreement and slowly start to take the lead, hollowing your cheeks. You carefully bob back and forth on his dick and place your hands on his thighs to keep yourself from taking too much. His groans were falling from his lips without restraint, silently encouraging you with the hand on your head.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re doing so well. You’re a natural.” He mutters, craning his head towards the ceiling as the pleasure begins to overwhelm him.

As much as he wanted to watch you struggling to take his length in your mouth, you were working wonders on him. It was becoming harder to hold on as your heated cavern caresses his engorged cock over and over again. Even though you were inexperienced, you still managed to make him weak in the knees. It was taking everything within him not to slam his cock into your throat but he didn’t want to run you off.

With one last moan of your name, he steps back and lets his hard cock slip out with a loud ‘pop’. You take a deep breath and look up at him, worried you’ve done something wrong. Suguru pats your soft hair in reassurance.

“Fuck, you did so good. I didn’t want to cum just yet.” He murmurs, curling your strands in his fingers lovingly, “Lay back for me, sweetheart. I need to be inside you right now.”

You listen to his command and shakily lay back on the doughy mattress of your bed, watching as Suguru climbs over you into the bed once more. He strokes your cheek briefly and captures your lips in his own, settling his wider body between your legs. As he leans in closer to you, you felt the thick heat of his length brush against your poor cunt and you twitch, clamping your legs against his hips to try and protect it. Suguru’s amused by your feeble actions.

“Getting shy on me again, sweetheart?” He grabs the back of your knees and slowly begins to pry your legs open. You feel your muscles tense harshly as he spreads them wider, using his strength to keep you from forcing them close again. He spread them as far as they could go, exposing your wet core to his hungry eyes. "Fuck, look at you."

Suguru grabs the base of his cock and rubs his hard cock against the heat of your pussy. You gasp loudly and start to follow his movements, chasing the contact. Cute. Your hips moved in tandem with his oozing cock until he was completely coated in your slick. Strings of pathetic whines slipped from your lips and his intense focus on your pulsating pussy never wavered.

"Fuck, baby. Tell me what you want." He muttered, biting down on his lip as he continued to tease your cunt, "Tell me what you need."

"I need you inside of me, Sugu. Please.”

He couldn’t resist your pleas and that pitiful look on your face. Eagerly, Suguru grips himself and slides the tip of his cock against your tight hole, pressing against it lightly enough for you to feel a gradual, burning stretch. You grunt and grip his biceps for support as he inches deeper inside of you, unable to process the myriad of emotions you're feeling at the moment.

"O-Oh my god-" you gasped, "S-Suguru, 's so big- "

“That’s it, baby. Take it all.”

His body drapes over your own as he sinks himself deeper within your taut, wet core, only stilling when he’s finally hip deep inside your desperate cunt. He leans forward and captures your lips before you can even make a sound, hoping to drown out the pain with pleasure. He caresses your breast with the open palm of his hand, twisting your pebbled nipples between his fingertips as he kisses your stress away.

“B-Baby-” You whimpered, your fingernails digging softly into the skin of his arm.

He was worried for a second that you’d tell him it was too much for you. That you’d push him away and tap out for the night. He was caught completely off guard by the borderline pornographic moan that ripped itself from your throat.

“F-Fuck, Sugu…Please move. I need you.”

Suguru's heart wanted to melt at your little cries for him. It was adorable how desperate and willing you were for him but he wanted to tease you a bit. He wanted to see what reactions he could get out of you. “Mm, how bad do you need it, baby?"

"I need it so bad, Sugu." You arch slightly off the bed, your plump breasts brushing against his pecs, "P-Please, I'm so wet."

And you weren't lying. Your essence had started to soak the sheets beneath you and the length of his cock. Suguru decided to indulge you, easing his cock out of you before pressing it back in, hearing the repeated wet squelch of your pussy as he gave you experimental thrusts. The sharp breaths of air you sucked through your teeth followed by the soft, little ah's spurred him on further.

"Damn, baby. You're so tight. I thought I stretched your little pussy out good enough but with the way you're squeezing me, I won't last very long."

You moan and thrash your head to the side, your cunt clenching around him tight with his dirty words. He groaned.

"Fuck, you like that? You like it when I talk dirty to you, baby?" His thrusts started to pick up pace until the quiet clap of skin echoed throughout the room, "Tell me."

“Y-Yes, oh my god, yes .”

Your eyes flutter shut as he once again speeds up, keeping his movements moderate enough to not hurt you. Instead, he made it his mission for you to feel every inch of his hardened length drag against the sensitive walls of your cunt, striking that one spot inside you that made you see stars.

"I've been waiting so long for this, y’know that? S-Shit. Been waiting for the day my shy, sweet girl would let me split her open on my cock."

The combination of his vulgar words and his skillful thrusts was sending you into a frenzy. Shockwaves of smaller, benign orgasms rippled through your body but that familiar coil began to twist in your stomach again and it was becoming harder for you to hold on. Burying your face into his shoulder, you take in the scent of his musk and sob his name quietly, hoping to control the volume of your cries like this.

"Getting shy on me again ?" He accentuates the last word, "You're too precious. Acting all sweet and innocent in public and now you're taking my dick. Practically begged for it. Wonder what your friends would think if they saw you like this."

You whimper into his neck and hold him close, your legs slowly falling limp. He was driving you insane, his cock hitting spots inside you you didn't know existed.

"Fuck, you like the thought of that, angel? Want everyone to know who was your first? Want everyone to know who fucked your little pussy raw?"

"O-Oh my god, Sugu-"

Suguru hooks his hands under your knees, giving them leverage and spreading them wide open.

"You're trembling, baby. Such a good girl for me. Taking my dick so well, sweetheart. Love you so much."

He's now plowing through your core with faster, yet disciplined strokes. The bed creaks in resistance and softly beats against the wall with every thrust forward. The sounds of your wavering cries fill the air and he chases your response, the volume increasing with every snap of his hips. He wasn't going to last much longer at this rate.

"Are you mine, love?"

"Y-Yes, Sugu! Ah , y-yes!"

"Convince me."

"I'm yours, baby. H-Hah … A-All yours. No one else's. I-I love you, Suguru. A-Ah ! I-I love you so much-!"

The words free-flowed from your mouth like a long-awaited confession, suddenly turning into incoherent babble as your orgasm approached. Suguru notices the faint look of longing in your eyes and the shift in your breathing, knowing full and well you were on the brink. You throw your head back against the pillow and tangle your fingers in his raven hair, panting loudly as you get closer with each rough thrust of his stuttering hips.

"Suguru, I-I’m g-gonna-"

"I-I know, baby. Cum for me. Wanna feel you cum around me."

That's all you need to hear. You broke, crying out as your orgasm consumed you. This one felt different from the others. It felt deeper, more intense, and you could hardly catch your breath. As you arch off the mattress, Suguru kisses your neck and slows his movements, not wanting to overstimulate your senses as you squirm against the bed uncontrollably.

"That’s it, baby. Let it all out." He coos into your jugular, his voice strained from the flexing of your walls against his thick cock, "So fucking sexy."

Suguru wraps a hand securely around your back, holding you up by your waist as you ride out your orgasm against him. The tantalizing sight of you in the throes of ecstasy made him forget how to breathe. You were writhing beneath him wildly, sobbing his name repeatedly like a mantra on your tongue, and holding onto him for dear life as if you'd float away from his grasp at any moment. Your skin was flushed and covered in a thin layer of sweat, causing you to have a heavenly glow under the fluorescent pink lights strewn over your bed. You were a goddess.

The juxtaposition of your angelic nature coupled with the filthy, erotic scenario currently at play made his heart beat out of his chest. You looked too perfect; absolutely divine. It was enough to set him off.

Settling on his knees, Suguru quickly pulls out before he gets lost in the spasms of your walls and releases all he has over your stomach with a loud growl. He strokes himself aggressively, covering your flushed skin in webs of white until he's drained. Catching himself before he collapses on top of you, his head hangs low near the side of your face, his hot breath wafting against your ear as you both come down from your high.

"Still with me?" He whispers, lips brushing against the shell of skin as he speaks.

You breathlessly nod, your chest heaving against his.

"Yes, Sugu."

"You did so good. How was it?" He asks with genuine care, nuzzling your temple.

"It was amazing, Suguru. I had so much fun."

"That's great, sweetie."

He looks between your two bodies to see the mess between your legs. He follows the trail to his length, coated in your slick and a red substance he assumed was blood. Maybe he was too rough on you, he thought, but you seemed just fine. He took this time to roll out of bed and grab a wet washcloth, wiping his sticky release from your stomach and folds until you were spotless. You smile down at him, playfully sticking your tongue out at him.

He chuckles at your display and pinches your plump bum in retaliation, earning a squeak from your lips to his amusement. He then plops down behind you and throws his arm around your waist, spooning you close. He takes in your sweet, familiar scent and shuts his eyes, reveling in the tranquil, post-orgasmic silence.

“Suguru?” “Yes?”

“Did you really mean what you said?”

“What do you mean?” “Do you really love me?”

There was a small pause and then a sigh. Even after all this, you still needed to be reassured. Suguru caresses the supple fat of your tummy and buries his pointed nose in your hair, speaking softly as if he only wanted you to hear.

“I love you so much. Don’t want anyone else but you, baby. Never will.”

You blush at his sincere answer and hide your face in the pillow, your mind flickering through the tender memories you shared with Suguru. He was there through your highs and lows, never complaining about your timid nature. He was patient, and kind, and always made time for you even when he was tired and stressed about his duties as Jujutsu High. He was perfect for you. You loved him dearly.

“I love you too, Sugu.” You murmured, “Thank you for taking your time with me.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” He kisses your cheek, “Hey. How would you feel about getting married one day?”

“Huh?!” You jump, both excited and bewildered, “A-Aren’t we missing a few chapters, Suguru?!”

He grins at your skittish reaction, “We don’t have to get married tomorrow, babe. The thought crossed my mind a few times and I just wanted to know what you thought. Don’t you wanna be my pretty little wife one day? Think about it -- you, in a beautiful white dress and a gorgeous rock on your fingers.”

Suguru takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles, gazing into your eyes lovingly, “A honeymoon wherever you want, spent doing whatever you want. The Caribbean? Paris? Wherever.”

He leaves a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your bicep to your jawline, “Then we’ll consummate the marriage however you see fit. We’ll make love all night long if that’s what you desire. I can treat you like the pretty princess you are or I can slut your little pussy out. Your choice, baby.”

He turns your head to face him and captures your lips in a heated liplock. You throw an arm around the back of his neck to steady yourself. He murmurs between kisses, “We can have a few rugrats, too. If that’s what you want.” He then snakes his arms around you to fondle your neglected breasts, earning an appreciative moan from you.

The more the situation at hand got heated, the more you started to seriously think about married life with Suguru. Maybe you did want to get married to him tomorrow. He was the one for you and you for him. It was undeniable. You wanted to travel to the ends of the Earth with him and settle down. You wanted to have his kids and grow old with him by your side. You were willing to do anything for him and he was willing to do the same for you. He wanted to grant your every wish in life.

“Baby…” You plead, “Make love to me again. Please .”

Suguru strokes your cheek and brushes a strand of hair from your face so he can savor the look of absolute need spread across your gorgeous features.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

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Summary: Maul and Nina have their first fight. Both of their lack of communication and trust issues show up. It’s long and heated.

Pairing: Darth Maul x OC Nina Cerasus

Warnings: Mention of wounds, medication, anxiety, mutual pining, miscommunication, idiots in love, angst (Let me know if I left out something.) Minors DNI! Every sentence in italics is an inner monologue.

AN: This fic means a lot to me and I worked on it a lot. If you have any advice or comments, please share them with me kindly. I'm posting for the first time in years and I don't want nasty comments to discourage me from posting again. Remember it’s a slow burn! If you don't like it, please go to another blog. I did my best to translate it, so pls forgive me, English is not my first language.

Please enjoy reading!

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divider by the lovely Saradika

“Get out of my head if you can’t face me in person!”

Maul heard her firm words toward him. She didn’t even turn, just stared at the landscape.

Earlier that day Maul was meditating by the lake, deeply hidden in the forest of Naboo.

Rays of sunlight danced warmly on his tattooed chest. This time, thanks to the pleasant weather, he only wore his black pants.

Being in nature meant that one of the purest manifestations of the Force could be felt more strongly and unobtrusively. He could feel it in the soft grassy ground, the gentle trickle of the water, the leaves of the trees and all the living things that were nearby, whether in the lake or in the sky. He could sense the mossy smell of approaching summer in the air.

The Force hummed around Maul, which helped him go deeper in his meditation, helped him concentrate and see and feel everything more clearly. It was as if he saw everything he wanted to see through a crystal mirror.

Zabrak was preoccupied with so many things. His mind was filled with questions that he knew he could not address to his Master. Most revolved around a young woman with particularly green eyes.

The appearance of Nina in the last few days caused a serious disturbance in the relationship that bound Maul to the Force.

It felt like taking a wrong turn off his path, a misstep from his goal.

For once, he didn't understand the path he was on, he saw the final outcome towards the big Greatness only as a very uncertainty.

He had been sitting upright, eyes closed, motionless since coming from the hospital. From the outside, he looked like a statue. A fearsome warrior stuck and frozen in time. Awaiting the adequate moment of awakening, the command to act, spilling filthy Jedi blood.

In his mind, he held the fragments of memories stolen from Nina like pieces of a puzzle. He tried to match and interpret them chronologically. He knew exactly what he was searching for. A presence of his Master. For that unmistakable characteristic, immense kind of darkness. It’s so intense he sometimes even tastes it on his tounge.

He found himself disappointed. Nina was not in contact with his Master, or at least not in these bit’s he could see in her mind. That's why he continued to look at the memory fragments continuously. Scrutinizing every moment. Childhood memories filled with light, music and stars. There weren't many of those. He saw fingers on piano keys, on a telescope, among holobooks. He sensed the smells of paint and sweet cherry. A colorful scarf, a woman's laugh, a gentle caress. Neon lights, bitter taste of alcohol and dancing in bars. Smiling girl with pink hair. An older lady sits with tea in her hand, her face tired but peaceful.

These were followed by memorial images that were imbued with grief and sorrow. A little girl clings to a man -but Maul see this one quite blurry-

"Don't go! Stay! We need you!" cried the little girl. The man just shook the little girl off him. "This will be the best my little Comet."

The visions then became vivid of a woman lying on a bed, pale and obviously ill. He felt a strong hand gripping the arm of the little girl he had just seen, albeit already older. "I'm not ready to leave yet! I don't want to leave you my little Star!"

Maul could feel the fear and panic emanating from the little girl. She was traumatized and understandably horrified by the woman's death, since she was too young to see and understand the occurrence of another death.

Other memories were not particularly significant.

He noticed a pattern. After each bad memory the next one was more and more vague, confusing and short. He concentrated and with the Force guidance he manipulated them to see them in his mind over and over again, like a holofilm with big breaks. Every rift was dark, filled with anger and grief. He probably accessed and stole some of Nina’s deeply repressed memories.

He also saw fragments of today's event, her mind showed him. He felt Nina's fear, but her firm resistance when she was attacked today in the city. He saw the attacking Clawdite's face. He saw another man, a man with forest green eyes. He looked at Nina with angry and deep hatred. Who could he be? What if his Master made some sort of deal with the young woman but erased his presence to hide it from Maul? Maul learned a long time ago that he can't be suspicious or careless enough when it comes to his Master’s mind games.

Pondering the memories didn't solve anything or answer Maul's further questions. He needed to know more. He was sure that there was some significance to their meeting. He felt conflicted.

He formed a plan. When the starry night reclaimed its territory above the daylight, he dressed and left the lake and the old villa behind. He knew the location of her apartment downtown, but something told him deep inside that he didn't have to go that far for Nina. So Maul decided to rely on the Force, which would lead him to the young woman eventually.

He barely reached the edge of the forest when he saw her. In the darkness, he watched her carefully from among the trees, like a shadow.

Maul didn’t know the answer why but seeing Nina being hurt and vulnerable angered him, made his breathing hard, his hands were both forming thigh fists on his sides. He saw her small form facing him with her back.

Her hair was still a bit damp from an earlier shower, her braid slightly sticking to the back of her a loose knit sweater that evoked the colors of the dawn. Under the sweater her dress was green.

He was so close he could hear her heart breathing which was slow, slower than a normal human heart should beat. Her scent filled his nostrils. Cherry, almonds and mint tea. This time it was more fresh and it mixed with the sweetness of the milla flowers that bloomed at night on Naboo. He closed his eyes, he memorized her nosie, just being and breathing quietly. He liked it. The sound of her existence made him feel light in a way. As if despite all the bad things that happened in the universe, her existence was the only good thing. As suspicious as she made him, Maul had to admit that she still had a peaceful effect on him. He felt an unfamiliar warmth, which was not anger, it was soft.

This kind of feeling of lightness surrounded him, and weighed on his soul. He felt it since they both shook hands a few nights earlier. Then the Force infused this warmth, this lightness, into Maul's being through her touch. This, among others, piqued his interest. That it was the Force or Nina herself? What is the purpose of this? And why right now, before the Great Plan is starting its steps set into motion? If it’s the Force is it prue or is it manipulated by his Master?

He had so much to lose, and he was not ready to fail. He needed more information, and quickly before this wave of new emotions washed over him and made a damage that will be incapable of improving by him.

He needed to dig deeper in her mind, search for more information that’ll answer this feeling he has, and take it.

If he wants to get what he needs to make sense for this whole situation, he has to be ruthless. Yes, he was too weak, too compassionate last time with her. How pathetic of him, that he let Nina get under his skin even for a pathetic minute. To let her be a wedge between him and his revenge, and him and between his destiny: power and greatness. Maul would have chosen these, and sacrificed everything for these without second guessing until now.....

Why would Nina have an intention with him if this is not a test? What could he offer other than serving his Master's Great Plan? Nina does not fit into this goal, to his life. Yet he wants to be with her. What a conflicting situation…

He was there again. She felt him before she saw him.

He was there. Calm, Collected and powerful energy surrounded the air.

She waited to fill her lungs with the fresh night air, then she spoke, her back still facing him. She wiped her face with the sleeve of her sweater, she didn't even notice she was crying. The moon phases tattooed on her back were slightly visible to him.

She felt something in her mind, barely noticeable, shadowy dark hands with clawed ends tried to reach into her thoughts. They were so careful that Nina almost failed to recognize the strange sensation.

“Get out of my head if you can’t face me in person!” she ordered the darkness.

He didn’t answer, instead she heard his barely audible soft footsteps coming closer.

“One is a coincidence, twice is a pattern. What should we call the third occasion?” she said and plucked off a cluster of fragrant jasmine, elegantly lifting it to her nose, inhaling its sweet scent, then fiddling with the flowers in her hands.

First the Pantheon club, then her favorite place by the lake, and now the garden that extends towards the forest and becomes one with the backyard of her home. She wasn’t sure if the hospital visit was real or a vivid fever dream.

“Fate.” His voice was velvety like a lover's touch.

He stepped next to her and began to admire the dawn, whose colorful lights slowly brightened from the obsidian dark night, but even the first rays licked their silhouette warmly. She chuckled softly and turned to Maul, leaning her hips against one of the rock walls.

"You might be able to convince me of coincidences, but you'll never convince me that you believe in fate. It's an ideal for dreamers and romantics. Something says you're not one to be one of them, Maul."

“You’re injured..” Instead of an answer, he just said this, referring to the bandage on the girl's hairline and the bruises on her body.

The deep, rich voice brushed over her skin like a dark whisper, followed by a shiver that meant equal parts of waring and pleasure. She recognized it immediately; she heard it only two times in her life, but it was enough to etch itself into her memories. It was unforgettable, just like the owner of it.

“You have a talent to turn every question into an observation.”

“Who did this to you?” he asked, faceing her, his glooming irises searching for her green ones.

“So you were worried about me then?” she asked in a teasing playful tone.

It was not a worry he felt, because there was no bond nor fondness. He felt some sort of curiosity mixed with lust and a little amount of amusement for her. The Force tried to tell him something he yet could not understand, that was the part that made him curious. The problem was that she was not immune to the touch of darkness. So he couldn’t know her without being familiar with her acts and the way she uses truth and information.

“I’m merely curious.”

“Let’s just say this attack was a response to my bold move. The consequences of my decisions.” she shrugged her shoulders.

“Why did all of her answers have to be so nonsensical, yet suggestive at the same time?” he thought.

Maul started to lose his patience toward this situation and toward Nina he wanted answers, and he wanted them now.

“Why did that man want you to quit? Who is he? And why did you get attacked after talking with him?” he asked in a demanding tone.

Maul towered over Nina like a hungry sinister shadow, dressed in black to the feet, scrutinizing the young woman's movements and the micro-mimics of her words from under his hood.

“What? How did you..? Were you spying on me?!” Nina's voice dripped with surprise and Maul could feel the distrust in her with a hint of fear. This filled him with satisfaction.

Nina’s posture shifted, she didn’t step back, she stretched and straightened her spine and shoulders, looking like a cobra before biting.

"I thought you made it clear in our first conversation that you weren't some sort of stalker."

"I am waiting for my question to be answered." Maul said.

The condescending style of tone irritated Nina. Jade eyes were searching for him. She tossed the jasmine branch away. She let it fall down into the depths towards the waterfalls that surrounded her planet. She touched the upper side of her arm, where the fall of the sweater allowed her shoulders and upper arms to be seen. It still had the four horizontal and one vertical mark on her pale flesh. Her dad's hand print.

Maul held out his gloved hand. Nina controlled her first reaction to pull away, inhaled as his fingers tingled over her skin. Baerly and almost gently ran over the bruise. She had goosebumps.

"What do you want from me?" she breathed out the question.

Maybe even Maul himself didn't know exactly.

“Everything”-He thought -“I want everything.”

Instead he said this, pulling back his hand.

“Answers. But if it brings you comfort, if I wanted to kill you I would, on our first meeting.”

“Then ask.”

So he did.

“Do you know my Master?”

“No. Maybe. What is his name?”

Already with the first question, they entered dangerous territory. Nina souldn't even know about Maul's existence let alone his Master’s. She is always so twisted with her words. Maul has to reframe his questions to get the answer implicitly but clearly.

"Did someone pay you to be there that night at the club? And later in the woods."

"No." she answered firmly but raising her eyebrows questioningly.

"So they blackmailed you? They instructed you? Maybe in a message or in person."

"What? No! YOU were the one who came to me that night in case your memory fails you." Nina stepped closer. “ Are you in any kind of trouble?"

"Answer the question!"

"I already did."

"Why don't I believe you then?

“That sounds like a YOU problem.”

Maul looked at her with such a sternness that it seemed to Nina that the quiet darkness surrounding him was taking physical form. She inhaled and exhaled a long breath.

“So, if I understand you correctly, you think that I have some sort of ulterior motive toward you? Except, that I find you attractive?”

Maul just stared at her with piercing golden eyes. She read them easily.

“You imply that not only am I some sort of threat but I am a liar too?”

“That’s not what I’m saying. You twist my words.”

“Well, it jolly well sure sounds like it!” she was angry, he could tell.

Anger was good, familiar. He could work with that. It was a familiar field, an emotion he could cope with.That he could provoke and manipulate just as he pleased.

“Is this an interrogation? Should I call my lawyer? ” she mused.

“Who was that man who sent you to hospital?” he pushed further.

"This is absolutely none of your business! He is nobody.”

Maul stepped closer, intimidation pouring into the young woman's aura. He can't leave room to dodge. He has to take advantage of the opportunity while Nina is still so vulnerable. He lifted her chin with his index finger.

“That's a lie. Why do you lie, Starlight?

That name again. That voice!

Maul's voice affected her like a seductive melody, menacing yet veiled in the air between them. Endless wild night, darkness and the promise of freedom mixed with violence. Maul was like the dawn around them, a wild and vivid red beam of light penetrating the calm colors of the night. Orange, purple, rich colors of crimson. Nina never knew she had a voice kink. Now he unlocked this in her.

Her heart fluttered. She didn't welcome the feeling in her chest. She needed space but also yearned for the warmth of his darkness. She felt the butterflies flutter inside her. She needed something to distract herself. She needed space as well as distance.

“You are observing me too closely! I’m not a little bug in your palm!” she pushed his hand away.

“Why are you making this much effort to avoid the question? Are you afraid, Starlight? It's a natural emotion, but it makes you seem like a coward.”

He stepped on thin ice of her patience.

“You call me a coward?! Funny. If the Fore using path doesn’t work out, you should be a comedian!” she laughed dryly. “I'm not sure what exactly you want from me to answer. But I have this feeling that no matter what I say, it’ll never go through your thick skull. You already decided about me. Let’s negotiate then. What is it you except from me?”

“I want your confession.”

“A confession? About what? I didn't do anything!”

“A confession about me. What did you do to me? Why are you holding me back from my path?” he thought silently.

“I know there was a reason behind today's incident. I know you have something planned. I’m interested in who is involved in this case? What is your goal?"

"Stars above! Felix hired you? It's him, isn't it? I succeeded, I found something and now he's afraid. How much did he pay you to get close to me?"

Nina's gaze was surprised and enlightened, her green eyes glittered triumphantly. She surprised Maul with this question. He had to admit, the young woman proved to be a really good negotiator. She had this gift which she apparently used well.

He did not expect such a turn. Or is she just trying to confuse him?

“I was clearly wrong about you.” he said, implying that he thought she was a weak outsider, a beautiful but ordinary person on this planet.

“It's okay, most people are. They underestimate what I'm capable of.” She held eye contact.

Realization hit him. Nina won't say anything on her own. But she was clearly hiding something. The time for asking and answering questions has ended. This time, the Force is needed. Maul was annoyed, she was convoluted with her answers and his patience was running out. He was amazed that it had been this far at all.

He stepped closer until Nina was trapped between him and the stone wall. Nina looked back, the stone wall was up to her waist, behind her was only the dark abyss and night, the stars had already started to speckle the sky, the crescents of the moon provided enough light for her to see the male clearly.

Damn those eyes! she cursed them. She had to force herself to look away. They were so captivating. So pretty. How could she not get hypnotized by them?

The stone wall separated her from falling down into the chasm, the place where a few nearby waterfalls cascaded. She certainly wouldn't survive. The other way out is to somehow get them through Maul. This solution also seemed unrealistic, the man didn't hurt her, but Nina could feel the blood beating violently in her ears from the adrenaline and her lungs taking in more air.

With a light movement, he swept a few locks from her face, carefully avoiding her freshly bandaged wounds. Meanwhile, he noticed that several lighter freckles were hiding next to the darker ones.

"Are you afraid Starlight?" he asked, voice low but his tone was light and casual just like he was small talking about the weather, insignificant compared to what really interested him at the moment.

"Yes." she said honestly. "But not from you."

Maul lifted his brow. She licked her dry lips.

"More like, afraid of what you're capable of."

"You should be… But. Do not fear Starlight, this will not hurt, if you let me in.” he said in a calm voice, cupping her face with his gloved hands.

“What are you doing?”

He closed his eyes and concentrated. He felt her mental walls,as he smoothed the wall around, looking for a gap. They were still weak from the concussion, but he sensed some attempt at resistance, though he slipped in successfully.

This time he avoided the deeply buried memories, concentrating on searching for traces of his Master's presence, any sign that this was a trap. But he found nothing. Nina resisted and pushed him out of consciousness, even if a little clumsily, but Maul still appreciated her attempt more than anyone he'd ever faced. Compared to himself, he was gentle, he did not touch other areas, but there was something that Nina's mind revealed to him unintentionally. The man she was threatened by was her relative. This made her snap.

A sudden movement jolted him out of his meditative state. She wanted to slap him, but he caught her wrist in the process.

She was staring at him, she trembled with anger in every cell of her body. Maul couldn't get in deep or full, he saw what she allowed him. Even in weak conditions her mindfulness was strong. She lost her compliant calmness, and she fighted him.

His hand wrapped around her throat the gold irises that pinned her down burnt like twin suns in the darkness of night. Nina’s hands tore his wrist from her, touching the small part where his cloak and leather gloves don't cover his skin. She shoved at the strong wall of his chest, yet, he didn’ move, he was way stronger than to be pushed by a weak woman like her.

“Don’t kriffing touch me like that”

He searched for her. She was frustrated. He slipped in her mind again, under that frustration he felt her panic, her post traumatic stress. Her attacker tried to suffocate her by squeezing her throat. It was still a fresh memory. She lived it through again now. It was playing on her mind like a holofilm. His expression softened. He slowly removed his hand, and whispered.

“Breathe.” his voice grounded her just like at the hospital.

He didn’t feel his Master's presence in any way. This calmed him. But when he opened his eyes, he saw her.

Her face flushed, blooming red covered her freckles spreading towards her ears. Her jade green eyes turned dark. She stared at him and if looks could kill, he’d be a dead male by now. He had never seen her this beautiful before. Her beauty became ethereal for him, her anger oosed around them deliciously. Cold fire gleamed in her green eyes.

“Don’t you ever do this again!” she told through gritted teeth.

Tension twisted between them like an invisible rope, he felt it, as it kept wrapping its limbs around his words and around his neck. It was maddening. Maul felt the urge to push her against the wall, fist her soft hair, claim her mouth and taste her and ignite a fire in his chest.

They were observing each other with cold gaze and anger. None of them had such warmth in their hearts.

“This isn’t the Jedi way!” she breathed hard, panting heavily. Ruby red blood dripped from her nose onto the ground. Probably the side effect of resisting Maul’s telepathic power. " I have to admit I don’t usually like Jedi, and you mister are certainly not fun to be around.”

“I’m no jedi.” he sounded offended, almost harsh as he snapped at her.

“Says the man with the light saber. So you’re some kind of force user then?” she raised a brow.

“A specific kind of force user.”

“What does this even mean?! So not only Jedi can use and connect to the Force?”

Silence. He made a statement, but didn't add anything to it, and Nina understood that it was a "Leave it !" kind of silence.

“Never mind. Did you at least find what you were looking for, if you've sneaked into my mind so brazenly?”

“Yes and no. I still don’t know what your motivation is.”

“Stars above! You don’t get it! ” she laughed at him.

Maul lifted his brows; she was clearly a lunatic. Laughing in a sith's face while it’s cornering her. To laugh in the face of darkness, power, death.

“You still don’t get it! You saw my memories, my thoughts and you couldn’t figure it out.” she was shaking while he still pinned her down. See was shaking from laughing, not from fear.”

“You poor man. Here I am thinking he was the one who hired you to get me. Silly boy! I have no plans for you! I’m gonna have my revenge on someone that I used to call my father.”

Her voice dripped with contempt and pride.

Maul didn't understand why he was so insecure about her. Nina clearly posed no physical threat to him. Nina merely existed in the orbit of her own life, completely independent of Maul's celestial body. Yet... Maul could still feel the gravitational pull between the two of them. He felt mesmerized, like the light of the night lights on a moth. He considered the approach dangerous, but he could not resist.

"So you really are insignificant."

It was a big mistake on Nina's part to make fun of him. Maul stabbed back mercilessly, unable to let the previous insults pass without a counter strike. And she might as well be thankful you're not using your light saber in the process. Nina went silent, stern. The light from her eyes faded.

His sentence clearly hurt her. Deeply. He saw it in her eyes, yet the satisfaction never came to him.

“I need space!” She stepped away creating a few steps between them. She thought about hurting him hard with a chair or something heavy.

“Maybe you have power I will never understand nor carry, but one thing I understand clearly, that you truly are an asshole! We’re done here!”

She passed by him and went away. He looked at her receding silhouette for a long time, never saying a word, only observing her. Again she left without permission and without fear.

Green eyes. Green dress. The symbol of life and nature.

He always thought red was a powerful color, the symbolism for power and destruction. But turned out green was his new fucking favorite color.

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