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“but your test—”

he stops when he realizes how close you’re sitting. you see him swallow thickly and you think about backing up a bit, but your eyes flicker down to his pants and he obviously has a large little problem.

“what are you thinking about, toru?” you ask, grinning proudly as you shamelessly reach for the bulge sitting between his legs. he lets out a pathetic whimper in response, but you know it’s only a matter of time before that changes.

“sh-shut up! it’s nothing!” he says. at the same time, you feel him harden beneath your palm and he even shifts his hips slightly.

“nothing? so are you telling me that you’re not hard right now?” you’re teasing him and he knows it. he hates it when you do that.

his glasses slip for the second time and he reaches to push them back up, but you beat him to it and lean forward, gently pushing them onto the bridge of his nose.

“we can study later,” you murmur.

for a moment, satoru stares at you with that same flustered expression on his face. and as if a switch is flipped, he throws you onto your back, yanking off your clothes.

“you better not complain if we don’t end up studying at all,” he warns. you nod in response, feeling your own face grow warmer.

once your clothing is thrown to the ground, he flips you around again and shoves your upper half into the pillows. he’s still fully clothed and you have nothing on—how is this fair?

you try to say something, but he silences you with a firm slap on your ass before you can even get any words out.

“you completely messed up the schedule i set for us, so we’re gonna do this my way,” he says. “we’re doing what i want today, okay? god, you’re always so needy. can’t go a week without asking me to get you off again.”

he’s sort of right and you hate it. it’s true that you’re always trying to hook up with him, make out with him—something that involves touching him. but he’s just so cute! how are you supposed to resist?

“t-toru—” his name leaves your lips in a breathy moan as his fingers circle your clit in slow, tantalizing movements. “can you hurry—”

another slap to your ass. you cry out and bury your face against the pillows.

“if you complain one more time, i’m leaving you like this.” he rubs himself against your ass and you feel just how much his cock is straining against his pants.

“‘m sorry,” you mumble.

satoru doesn’t reply. instead, he pushes your legs further apart and leans down to lap at your wet folds. you moan, your hands grabbing the sheets tightly.

“satoru!” you cry out his name, whimpering when his tongue drags all the way from your clit to your entrance. it already feels good and he’s hardly done anything.

satoru is good at a lot of things. he’s good at every subject and sport, but he’s especially good at using his mouth and hands.

his fingers work against your clit as he eats you out like a man starved, his tongue poking past your entrance and slipping inside with ease.

“ngh! toru, please—”

he moves his fingers faster against your clit, his tongue delving deeper and pressing against your insides in all the right places. he slurps and sucks and you can’t stay quiet, moan after moan falling from your lips.

his tongue dives in and out of your pussy, the sounds growing wetter, messier, as he continues to drive your brain wild with pleasure. it always feels so good when he does it—when he goes from innocent to a fucking freak in a matter of seconds.

he pulls his fingers away and his tongue replaces them, pressing against your clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves still throbbing from the way he was touching you. then he’s moving back down, licking at your entrance with more fervor than before.

the noises you make are nothing other than filthy as you whine and cry. you can feel your thighs shaking and you’re practically drooling into the pillows, your eyes closed as you drown in the feeling of satoru’s mouth on you. his glasses are pressed against your thighs and his mouth is so hot and wet.

that familiar feeling begins to build and you groan. “t-toru, i’m gonna—”

but he pulls away and you swear it’s on purpose. the denial feels likes torture and as you move to lay on your back, you see him wipe his mouth with a smirk on his face. the smug bastard is being mean on purpose.

“i wanna see your face when you cum,” he says. he spreads your legs with his hands, licking his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt.

he slides two fingers past your folds with ease, stretching you and watching with fascination. meanwhile, you’re teetering on the edge and trying not to cum right away.

when he adds a third finger, he pulls down his pants and begins to stroke himself in time with each thrust of his digits inside your soaked heat. you hold your legs above your shoulders, gasping and panting.

“c’mon, cum for me.” satoru thrusts his fingers faster, sucking in a breath as his own hand works his cock faster. “gonna cum soon too.”

you rock your hips against his hand, moaning and letting the pleasure build. he’s staring at you with nothing but lust in his eyes, eyeing you like you’re a full-course meal.

“toru!”

another thrust of his fingers is all it takes. your climax slams into you and you cry out, your body spasming as your eyes roll back and your hands grip the sheets tight enough to rip them.

“fuck,” you hear him mutter as you come down from your high. you manage to catch the sight of him cumming onto his hand, head tossed back as he bites back a groan.

you feel a little fuzzy, but you faintly register the feeling of being cleaned up. he dresses you into random pajamas in your closet and lies beside you on the bed, pulling you close.

his body feels warm, almost as if you’re tucked against a blanket. he pulls an actual blanket over you.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “you okay with me staying over? i can even make breakfast tomorrow.”

you nod. “mhm. that’s fine. gonna sleep now.”

you close your eyes, but you can hear him laugh softly.

“we’re studying in the morning,” satoru tells you. “if you do well, i’ll reward you properly.” 

“i like the sound of that,” you reply.

“you're just horny.” he smiles. “goodnight.”

he usually leaves after you say goodbye. this time, he doesn’t move away. he leans against the doorframe of your classroom, smirking. “are you going to be at the party tonight?”

“what party?” you ask, because you really don’t know. you don’t know enough people to be invited to these parties yet. “i haven’t heard anything about one.”

he quirks a brow, still standing with that stupid smirk plastered against his face. “the one that gojo’s having. everyone’s gonna be there. no one’ll notice if you show up uninvited. if ya’ don’t have any plans, you should come.”

“i’ll think about it,” you say, but you already know what your answer is going to be.

~

that night, you put on the cutest dress you have. that was basically sukuna asking you to go to the party, right? he wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t want you to be there, you tell yourself. he wants you there. hopefully.

it doesn’t take long for you to find gojo’s dorm. music can be heard blaring from outside—how were there no noise complaints?—and for whatever reason, his place was massive. you watch as people pour inside.

when you enter, you can’t help but look for sukuna. you have a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, he actually wanted you to be his date. but when you find him, your heart sinks slightly at the sight of him talking to another girl.

before you have too much time to think, there’s someone tapping on your shoulder. it’s shoko and she’s definitely had a bit to drink. she’s smiling weirdly and she has a solo cup in each hand.

“heyyy… whatcha’ doing here?” she asks, grinning from ear to ear as she throws her arm over your shoulder. she begins guiding you to who knows where. “i didn’t know you know gojo like that!”

“oh, i don’t,” you tell her. she looks confused, so you continue. “sukuna told me that i should pass by. he said that it would be okay.”

she laughs, probably too buzzed to fully comprehend what you’re saying. “gojo and that guy hate each other. dunno why he’s invited. didn’t i tell you to stay away from him? anyways… i’m gonna get something to eat. see ya!” and she’s stumbling in another direction yet again.

you wander around the area, slipping past random people making out and maneuvering between others juggling beer bottles. maybe coming to this party is a mistake.

just as you’re about to leave, you feel a hand grabbing your wrist. it’s sukuna. he’s staring at you, completely shitfaced. he kind of looks like a lost puppy, desperate for you to stay with him.

“are you leaving already? we haven’t even talked yet.”

“oh, sorry. i thought you were with that other girl,” you reply.

his eyebrows furrow together like he has no idea what you’re talking about. after a moment, his eyes widened slightly. “her? she was asking me where i got my drink from.” he pulls you against him. “i'm not with her. i asked you to come because i wanted to hang out.”

you smile sheepishly. “ah, okay. either way, i don’t think parties are my thing. i just wanted to try it out.” why is he holding you like that?

“i have an idea,” he says. “there’s a spare room upstairs. come on— we can stay in there for a bit.”

so, you follow him upstairs. what type of dorm has more than one floor? it’s practically a house, but you don’t question it.

once you’re inside the spare bedroom, sukuna closes the door and locks in with a proud grin on his face.

“now, no one will bother us,” he declares proudly. he jumps onto the bed and sighs. “my head hurts.”

you laugh. “well, you drank a lot. of course it hurts.”

for a few minutes, the two of you simply lay on the bed beside each other. it’s much more peaceful up here than the crowded space downstairs.

sukuna breaks the silence. “...did i ever tell you that you’re really pretty?”

your cheeks flush slightly. “you don’t look half bad either.”

you turn to look at him. he’s already staring at you. he leans closer. and closer. and close enough that finally—

his lips are on yours in a matter of seconds. it starts off sweet; he’s pulling you closer with one hand around your waist and your eyes are closed and it feels like their are fireworks erupting in your chest.

but then he’s climbing on top of you, teeth biting into your bottom lip until he has access to your mouth entirely. and you let him. he tastes like alcohol, but you don’t care.

his hands are on your body—touching, groping. holding you like you’re something sacred to him. his mouth fits against yours perfectly, and you feel that familiar feeling of arousal pool in your stomach.

sukuna takes off his shirt and helps you unzip your dress. his belt comes off next. but then you remember that he’s absolutely wasted right now.

with a sigh, you pause and pull your dress back on, gently pushing him down until his head rests against the pillows. he looks confused and a frown appears on his face.

“what’s wrong? did i do something you didn’t like?” he asks. you smile in response.

“you didn’t do anything wrong,” you promise. “you’ve been drinking and i want to do this when you’re sober.”

“but i—”

“i’m tired.” you yawn and move to lie beside him, throwing your arm over his chest and relishing in the heat that his body gives off. “can we stay like this for a while?”

you think that he’s going to protest. that he’s going to argue and ask you to start kissing him again. instead, he hugs you back, arms wrapped around you until you’re flush against his side. he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“okay.”

he was nervous and wasn't hiding it very well. the bold, confident toji fushiguro was beginning to crack—all because some person on campus had brought him out to a cafe or two.

he tried to convince himself that he felt nothing more than indifference towards you—perhaps a bit of friendliness—but it was impossible when you were standing there, dressed so nicely, looking so happy after spending time with him.

you glanced at the half-irritated, half-anxious look on his face and grinned. "is something wrong?"

he blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. with a shake of his head, he looked at you and said, "nah. just zoned out for a second."

before he could leave, you pressed a kiss to his cheek and brushed the hair out of his face. then, you bid him goodnight and stepped into your dorm.

toji stared for a long moment, simply standing and not doing anything. his cheeks went from pink to red and he felt his heart beat faster.

because damn it, toji fushiguro was smitten.