It wasn’t bad music. You enjoyed his taste. You would just rather not hear it blasting through the walls at 2 am. 

A roommate disagreement. It’s the first one you’ve ever had. 

You want to do this right. Your biggest worry is offending him. You spend days figuring out the best way to approach him. You look up ways to gently bring up disagreements between your roommate. You fill a bag with treats and sweets–the kinds you’ve seen him munch on before. You even write a letter because you know how flighty you get in these situations, and you can’t thank him enough for all that he’s done for you, but if he could just maybe perhaps slightly–

“-So you just want me to turn the music down?” Gojo interrupts your rambling.

He’s sitting on the sofa, one leg across the other. You remain standing, too strung up to really relax. The paper you were reading out loud crinkles as you fold it back up. 

“Yeah.” You mumble. “If you can.” 

He takes another candy you’d gifted him, popping it in his mouth. 

“Yeah, sure.” He shrugs, as if it were hardly an inconvenience. 

You, on the other hand, nearly deflated in relief. You didn’t expect it to be so simple. You were half-preparing for the possibility that he’d blow up at you and go back to administration, demanding your eviction. Everything was resolved so easily. 

“Thank you.” A genuine smile graces your lips.

Gojo hums. The candy cracks between his teeth. 

“You’re pretty shy, huh?” He tilts his head, studying you.

A laugh escapes your throat. Nervous. 

“I just don’t like confrontation,” you admit. 

Gojo nods, returning your wave when you say your goodbyes. You think nothing of the exchange. Hours later, you’re still riding the high of how effortless it all went. 

⌂

Two things change today. 

First, Gojo is up this morning. 

He’s never up this early. Usually, you only hear him moving around at noon. You’re the early bird, not him. You never minded his routine. If anything, you appreciated that you ran on separate schedules. 

Second, he was naked. 

Gojo typically dresses conservatively: T-shirts, sweatpants, hoodies. He adorns the look of a typical college student most days. His tastes are a bit on the expensive side, considering how casually he wears luxury brands, but he’s mostly covered up.  

Today, Gojo walks around the kitchen in nothing but boxers.

You’re awkwardly standing in the hallway. You want to go back to your room and hide out until he leaves, but you’re already running late for class. Briefly, you think about keeping your head locked on the ground and slinking out the door. Maybe, if you’re lucky, he won’t notice you. 

You aren’t that lucky. 

Gojo looks at your miserable figure. There’s no embarrassment about how little he’s dressed. No apologies. No stutters that will make you feel the tiniest bit human. He bares his white teeth as he smiles. 

“‘Morning, roomie!” He chirps. 

You repeat the pleasantry with far less enthusiasm. You avoid looking at him directly, preferring to look at the counter, the floor, the refrigerator, anywhere that didn’t have Gojo in it. 

This was normal, you kept repeating to yourself. This is his house. You’re practically a squatter. He should be comfortable in his own home. He should wear whatever he wants. 

Besides, now you can make the most of your situation. You first considered skipping breakfast, given his situation. Now that the worst has happened, you could grab an apple or something. 

You slip past him. You think Gojo is making some type of smoothie, but you refuse to look directly at him to confirm. The fruit basket is right at your fingertips. You start to swipe the first one you can grab before making your escape.

Something presses against your back, caging you against the counter. You freeze. You feel hard muscle as Gojo reaches up to mess with the cabinets. 

“Sorry.” Gojo casually excuses, rifling through the shelves. “I’ll just be a second.”

One second. 

Five seconds. He’s still there. Your knuckles are white from how hard you’re gripping the counter. 

“Gojo–” 

“My music didn’t bother you last night, did it?” He asks. 

For a second, you wonder if that’s why he was doing this. Maybe you had offended him earlier with your complaint. But you don’t hear any resentment in his voice. He sounds cheerful. 

Delighted, even. 

“No,” you say, “it was fine.” 

He hums. When he finally pulls away, you get your autonomy back. You scramble away from the counter, not wanting to get caught again. 

“That’s good,” He says, “I’m glad you were upfront about this. We’re roommates! No use in hating eachother, right?” 

Temporary roommates, you correct in your head. 

“Also, we should use our first names from now on, roomie.” Gojo continues. “We should speak more comfortably.” 

Fine, whatever. You just wanted to leave. 

He suddenly leans in so he’s eye-to-eye with you. You hadn’t noticed it before, but his gaze is intense. You try to back away, but there’s nowhere to go. 

“Say it.” He lowers his voice. “Sa-to-ru.” 

It feels like he’s mocking you, but you can’t seem to find the joke. 

“Satoru,” you obey. 

He smiles. 

“Yeah.” He pulls away. “Just like that.” 

⌂

After a couple of washes, you finally notice its absence. 

It wasn’t the most expensive of your collection, but it was still pretty pricey. You liked the silk material and the dark red color. It was your favorite pair of panties. 

You skulk around the apartment, hoping it just fell from the basket. That, or the washer ate it. You tried not to think of the other option. 

 Days pass, and you give up searching. You decide to forget about it. You have other pairs. It’s not the end of the world. 

A part of you thinks about asking Satoru, but you’re quickly squashing it down. No way would you willingly ask him something so embarrassing. You just toss it to the back of your mind, hoping it will just show up again. 

And then, Satoru invites you into his room.

It’s not exactly an invitation. When you’re trudging home from class, he pops out from his room, excitedly telling you about a TV show before you’re being dragged inside. You’re not a big fan of the genre, and you have no interest in the show. It doesn’t matter to Satoru. You’re forced to sit on his bed as the characters on screen follow the script. 

He’s doing that a lot lately. Interrupting. Invading. You keep brushing off the thought that he’s testing you, somehow. 

“Roomie, this guy is so annoying.” Satoru comments. “Don’t worry, he dies in the next episode, so you don’t have to suffer for long.” 

You say nothing as he casually spoils the show for you. Honestly, you couldn’t care less. You were getting a little bored. Your eyes wander around his room. It’s cleaner than you thought it’d be. A few clothes are scattered around. A college hoodie hangs off the door. There are all sorts of papers on his desk, each is covered in meaningless algorithms you can’t decipher, and you suddenly remember he’s a physics major. You ask about maybe getting some math help from him later on, before you’re brushing that thought away. 

There’s a snap of fingers. Your gaze drifts back to Gojo. 

“Roomie, pay attention!” He whines, urging you back to the screen. 

There are only 10 minutes of the show left. Fine, you sit there, counting down the minutes until you can make your escape. 

Satoru’s hand brushes the edge of your bare thigh. 

He’s not exactly touching. You two are sitting pretty close. He was just sitting comfortably, resting his weight on his hands. It’s barely a touch, but it’s there. You can feel his fingers on your skin. 

He doesn’t move his hand back. It’s more likely because he doesn’t notice, you convince yourself. You’re overthinking things again. 

He shifts. His hand slips even closer. 

When you try to open your mouth, he hushes you with a, “This is the best part!” and all the courage leaves your body again. 

It feels like hours until the credits finally roll. Satoru steps off the bed to turn off the TV, and you make your move too, eager to find refuge in your room. 

“Oh yeah.” His voice stops you in your tracks. “What did you want to talk about earlier?” 

You stare. It feels crazy to bring up what happened just now. See? He didn’t even notice. 

But now, you have nothing to say, and saying nothing feels like a lie. 

“Did you see something in your laundry?” You blurt out before you can even think. 

Satoru encapsulates a picture-perfect replication of an innocent doe. He tilts his head in confusion. 

“Like what?” He asks. 

Dark red panties, with just the hint of lace. You can’t say it. You just can’t. 

“I think we might’ve swapped some clothes.” You unhelpfully murmur. “If you see anything…just let me know.” 

He nods. “Sure thing, Roomie!” He calls to you as you hurry back into your room and lock the door. 

Soon, Satoru’s actions turn less ambivalent. 

Sometimes, you’d hear him once or twice in the middle of the night. He’s loud. The walls thankfully muffle most of it, but you know what he’s doing. You usually just plug in your headphones and try not to look at him the next day. So far, things have worked out pretty well. 

Today, his door is wide open as he jerks off. 

You’re standing right next to your own door, mouth agape, forced to listen to his moans and babbles for five minutes. You’re already late for class.

But you can’t bring yourself to even open your door. 

To get out of the apartment, you’d have to cross Satoru’s room. The one that is currently open, where you’d see him stroking his dick. 

You know this is going too far. You needed to fucking do something already. There’s no way you can be kept a prisoner in your own home. 

And yet, you stay, forced to listen to him openly masturbate. 

“Fuck yes,” you can hear him say over and over again. “Just a little more, pretty girl. C’mon, just a bit–there we fucking go.” 

He’s talking to someone. No, that’s not right. He’s fantasizing about someone. 

More babblings and you’re squeezing your eyes shut as he comes. He curses again, and you stand there until you no longer want to melt into the floor. 

A few minutes later, you’re stomping around the room, trying to be as noisy as possible. You loudly adjust your bookbag and fiddle with your chair. You try to give him as much time as possible. 

By the time you come out, the apartment is back to normal. His door is still open. You stare straight ahead, ignoring the clear invitation to look as you pass his room. 

“Hey, Roomie.” Satoru casually calls from his place on the bed. 

You nearly trip over your own feet. Satoru gives a hiss. 

“You good?” He asks. 

No. 

“Yes.” You adjust your bag. “Just tripped.” 

“Okay.” You hear him shift. His bed creaks under the weight. “Have fun at class, pretty girl.” 

You slam the door a lot harder than you should. You were ten minutes late for class that day, but it doesn’t matter. As much as you tried to focus on your professor’s drones, your mind kept drifting to the name he called you right before you fled. 

No, no it couldn’t be. You needed to forget about it. 

Also, he was holding something in his hand. You didn’t know for sure, you didn’t want to stare but…

…it was a dark red piece of fabric. 

⌂

You like it when Satoru’s friends come over. They create a buffer between you and him. 

These days, you aren’t in the apartment as much. You’re out early. You come in late. You aren’t avoiding Satoru. You talk to him when he talks to you. You listen to whatever ramblings he has that day. You aren’t avoiding Satoru. 

Today is one of the few times he manages to catch you. Maybe you should count yourself lucky that he did it today, because Suguru was here. 

He lounges on the sofa as Satoru drags you behind him. Suguru barely glances up from his phone. He’s pretty used to Satoru’s antics. You aren’t. 

Satoru plops right next to his friend, picking up his remote. 

“Okay, we’re ready,” he says before frowning and glancing around. “There’s no more space.” 

He’s right. Both men are big, barely overcrowding the minuscule couch. You awkwardly loiter nearby as they both set up. You open your mouth, ready to say that you were fine with not joining, that you didn’t really care about a video game, no matter how awesomely Satoru described it. 

Satoru’s grin is filled with nothing but delight as he turns to you. 

“Here–” he eagerly pats his lap “–I've got plenty of space left, pretty girl.” 

You blanch, and his smile just grows wider. He starts to reach for you before his friend steps in. 

Suguru shoves him off the couch. Satoru dramatically collapses onto the floor. 

“Don’t be a dick.” Geto chides before motioning you to sit. 

You take a seat, with a relieved smile directed at Geto. Satoru grumbles from his spot on the floor, but he doesn’t try to move back as you thought he would. 

“I can’t believe you’re abusing me in my own home,” Satoru complains. “Where I pay rent.” 

“Your parents pay rent, you trust fund baby.” Geto is more than happy to refute. 

“Same thing.” Satoru rolls his eyes. “It’ll all go to me in the end.” 

Out of all of Satoru’s friends, Suguru seemed to have the biggest hold on his collar. They seemed close. Maybe their friendship had spanned years before college. You don’t know if anyone could bear to be around Satoru for that long, but maybe Suguru is that exception. 

You think you spend about an hour watching them play. You aren’t too interested in video games, much less combat games, but they seem to get a kick out of it. Eventually, Gojo demands to play with you. Geto relinquishes his remote to your reluctant hands, more than happy to go back to his phone. 

“Damn.” Satoru laughs as he kills you for the 4th time. “You’re bad at this.” 

You frown at the YOU LOSE on your side of the screen. 

“I haven’t played this before,” you respond. 

“I can tell.” 

He doesn’t seem particularly upset that his new gaming partner sucks. If anything, the more he kills you, the wider his smile gets. 

“We should place bets.” He suddenly pipes up. “However looses a round: strips.” 

You shrink. Geto rolls his eyes. 

“Satoru, stop bullying your roommate and play the game.” He leans back. “Let the poor thing breathe.” 

“Bullying?” Satoru sounds offended. “I’m joking. Y’know I’m joking, right?” 

He whirls around to look at you with wide eyes. You can’t tell whether he’s being genuine. You glance away. 

“Yeah.” You fiddle with the remote. “I know.” 

“See, it’s fine!” Instantly, Satoru forgets the game. He crowds into the couch to circle his arm around you, pulling you into his side. “You’re the only person who understands my humor, pretty girl.” He sighs. 

“This sounds more and more like a hostage situation.” Suguru idly comments. 

But when you look at him, really look at him, you can see the apathy clear in his eyes. 

Maybe that’s why they got along so well. 

“Shut up.” Satoru snaps. 

“You’ll tell me, though, right?” Satoru says as he snuggles even closer. “If I’m going too far?” 

You want him to get off of you. You know he knows, too. 

“I will.” You say instead. 

Satoru grins, continuing to swaddle you with his body. 

“See?” He blows a raspberry in Suguru’s direction. “My Roomie loves me.” 

⌂

Sometimes you prefer to be alone with Satoru. He just gets worse with more people around. 

The club he dragged you into was smoky, with the occasional lights that flicked and changed colors, illuminating the floor. It was crowded. Someone spilled a drink on the floor earlier that night. The sweet sticky scent lingered in the air. 

Satoru had brought a couple of other people too, more than happy to stuff the lot of you into his car before driving off. One of Satoru’s other friends, Shoko, was here somewhere. Suguru was here too, but you lost sight of him sometime back. You, standing against the wall, wonder if you could take a bus back to the apartment. 

The only person in your line of sight was Satoru. 

Earlier, he’d asked if you wanted to dance. You declined. You thought he’d make a bigger fuss out of it, like usually he does when you don’t fully accommodate him. Instead, he shrugged off your rejection, casually tossing over his shoulder to ‘join in at any time’. 

Someone else was with him. She was shorter than him, even with the heels. You watch as she drags manicured nails across his arms as he leans down to kiss her. You doubt they know each other. Satoru’s just like that. Overly friendly. 

It reminds you of all the people he brings over for ‘late-night study sessions’. Apart from the noise, you don’t mind the girls and guys. Most of them are pretty nice. They actually give you a lot of relief whenever you see them. For a second there, you thought that the reason Satoru was doing this to you was that he–

So yes, the people he brings over are a nice thing. 

Someone clears his throat. 

You don’t recognize him. His grin is sheepish. Polite, you smile back. 

The small talk is a bit awkward at first. It’s hard to hear him with the screaming crowd and music. You two exchange names. He comments on the phone case you have, claiming his sister likes that character too. He perks up when he says something that makes you laugh. 

“Did you come here with anyone?” He finally asks. 

“My roommate,” you offer, turning your head to point to Gojo. 

He isn’t there. Neither is the girl he danced with earlier. You wonder if he decided to ditch you and take her home. You don’t think you’d be surprised if he did. 

At the implication you aren’t seeing anyone, he asks: 

“Can I get you a drink?” 

You think you’re about to refuse. You know Satoru and the rest of his group will be drunk by the time the night ends. You’re pretty sure the only reason you were dragged along was to play babysitter and drive them home. 

You open your mouth for a polite rejection. 

Satoru does it for you. 

He was fast. You hadn’t noticed him until he was putting himself right between you and your conversational partner. 

Satoru’s smiling. It doesn’t look friendly. 

“Hey man,” Satoru casually says, “the fuck are you doing?” 

He can read between the lines, something you’re grateful for. Within seconds, the stranger is hurrying off. Lucky, you think to yourself, watching his back disappear into the crowd. Satoru lets him go so easily. 

Unlike you. 

He turns on you almost immediately. You want to sink into the wall. 

“We’re going.” He finally says. 

You pliantly nod, letting him lead you out the seedy club. Only when you get to his car do you realize he meant just you and him. 

“What about–” You cut yourself off when you see his eyes. 

Dark. They no longer resemble the color of cloudless skies. Now, they’re more like thunder and rain. 

You’ve never seen him more furious than the entire time you’ve known him. 

You remain silent as you slip into the passenger seat, tucking yourself into the seatbelt. Satoru starts the car with a distinct rumble. The locks click into place. 

You’ve always known Gojo to be an erratic driver. Tonight feels even worse. His knuckles are white from how hard he’s squeezing the steering wheel. The car keeps speeding up and up, careening past the speed limit. You can hear your heartbeat thudding in your chest. 

And Satoru? 

Satoru looks like he’s about to murder someone. 

“Who was that?” His voice is cold, devoid of all the playfulness he had earlier tonight. 

“I don’t–” 

“Who the fuck was he?” He demands. 

You flinch, and your hands curl into fists to keep them from shaking too much. You can’t do anything but stare into the window, watching the night sky dwindle past with all the other cars on the highway. 

“I didn’t know him.” You weakly tried to defend, even if you didn’t know why. Your instinct was to placate. “He just came up to me, and we started to talk.” 

He laughs. It’s dry, bitter, and sardonic. 

“Okay.” He tells you, turning the wheel so sharply that you press further into the door. “I let you outta’ my sight for two seconds, and you’re letting some fucker feel you up?” 

“I–” 

“What’d you two talk about?” He demands. “Did he ask if he could touch your pussy? If he did, you would’ve let him, right? I mean, you were practically throwing yourself at him like a slut, so maybe the guy thought he had a chance.” 

It hurts to breathe. Something stings in your eyes as your vision blurs. 

No one has ever said such horrible things to you before. 

“Nothing like that happened.” You insist. Why was he doing this? Why was he acting like this? “Please just–” 

“Shut up.” He snaps back. “What, you seriously thought anyone would fall for the shit you pull? You think he actually cared for you? Don’t make me laugh. He only wanted your tits and holes.” 

The words Satoru barks out are mean and vulgar. Your body freely shakes, you press yourself further up against the door, feeling tears stream down your cheeks. Satoru’s voice only softens when your hiccups and sobs fill the car. 

“Baby, no, I–I didn’t mean that shit.” His voice is oddly strained. You feel fingers brush against your neck, but you only shift away. 

You didn’t want to be in that club. You didn’t want to talk to that man. You didn’t want to get into Satoru’s car. You just wanted to go home. 

He can’t even let you have that. 

“No, pretty girl, it’s okay,” Satoru comforts, “Don’t–don’t cry–Fuck fuck.” 

The car slows to a stop right in an abandoned parking lot. Satoru kills the engine, letting the car hum into silence. Whatever happens, you think it will happen now. At this very moment. You prepare yourself for the worst, squeezing your eyes shut.

But it’s even worse. 

There’s a hiss of a zipper. Your eyes open just in time to see Satoru pull out his dripping cock. 

He’s already hard. His cock curves up, almost touching the steering wheel as he wraps his fingers around the base. The tip is painfully swollen as beads of pre-cum leak down his cock. Veins bulge against his skin as he frantically pushes his hand up and down. 

Your fear melts straight into horror as you stare at him. He’s staring right at you, desperately pumping his cock with his hand. The worst part is his eyes–wide, blown out like he’s high. He looks right at you like he wants to eat you alive. 

You’re immediately reaching for the handle. No matter how much you tug, the car won’t open. You’re trapped there, forced to watch as your roommate jerks himself off in front of you because your crying turned him on. 

Your sobs quieten. All you can hear in the car is his moans and the words he mouths, your name over and over again.

You think the worst part is that he still tries to talk to you, to comfort you. 

“You’re okay–you’re okay, baby.” He’s spitting the words out through his teeth as his hand throttles his pulsing dick. “Lemme–lemme–can’t help m’self–just–”, 

You flinch when he comes. His cock spurts white cum all over his hands. 

You’re fully silent. The only thing you can hear is his heavy breathing as he cleans up. 

You think he’s about to reach for you. His fingers never make contact. 

You stare out the window. Everything’s dark. Nobody was around. No one was around to see you. To hear you. 

Even if someone was around…what could you say? 

“Can we go home, please?” 

There’s a sharp inhale.

“Sure.”  The affection in his tone makes you nauseous. 

You close your eyes.

“Anything for you, pretty girl.” 

⌂

Ten minutes later, you’re still twiddling your fingers in the waiting room. 

Getting this appointment had been excruciatingly difficult. Constant last-minute cancellations. Reschedules. It felt like they were trying to deter you from entering the housing office. 

They promised you this was a temporary arrangement. You were only supposed to be at Satoru’s place for a month, maybe even less. But then one month turned to two. Two months turned to three. You don’t think you’d last another day in that apartment. 

He was getting worse each day. It was only a matter of them until he—

A man steps into the lounge. He’s tall and lanky, carrying a smile that screams dismissive. You perk up as he squints at you. When he calls your name, you immediately rise, following him into the back of his office. 

It’s stuffy. There are papers everywhere. You squish into a chair just before he starts talking. 

It’s the usual stuff. You spell out your name, and he pulls up your housing account. He squints at the computer. 

“You said this was a temporary assignment?” He asks. 

You eagerly nod, straightening your posture. 

“Yes,” you say. “My roommate wasn’t supposed to have another one, but there was a mix-up and—“

“No.” He taps on the screen. “You said it was temporary, but here it says it’s permanent.” 

You swallow. 

“What?” 

He messes around with his mouse for a bit. Your hands feel strangely clammy. 

“Ah, here it is.” He cleared his throat. “It says you came in a month ago wanting to make the change. I see your and your roommates' signatures. You must have come here a while ago.” 

You struggle to find the words. 

“I don’t—“ 

“In any case, it’s too late to change anything now. The deadline for reassignment passed weeks ago.” He gives you a sympathetic look that strangely cuts deep into your skin. 

“Are you and your roommate having issues?”

You think about the truth. 

“No,” you hear yourself say. “Everything is fine.” 

You don’t remember much after that. You think you were polite as you stood up. You think you shook his hand. You think you walked out of his stuffy office and out of that stifling building. Everything is a blur until you step into the sunlight, feeling it beat down your face. 

You don’t want to go back to the apartment. You still feel too raw, too fresh. 

You don’t have any classes left for today. You can’t hide out on campus. Satoru will find you. He always finds you. Maybe you should stay at a friend’s place and recuperate. 

Right, you don’t have any friends. Satoru made sure of that. 

Briefly, you think about going to the police. Could you maybe use them as a buffer somehow? At the very least, it might scare him from taking this any further. 

But then you glance over at the campus buildings. The name Gojo flashes brightly in the sun. 

You aren’t stupid. You may not know his family all that well, but you know the influence of his background. There is a reason his campus apartment is thrice the size of everyone else’s. There is a reason he wasn’t supposed to have a roommate in the first place. 

He is everything. He has everything. 

You are nothing. You have nothing. 

When you arrive at the apartment ten minutes later, Satoru is already lounging on the couch. 

He excitedly waves you over. When you get inside striking range, he reaches out, pulling you onto the cushions. You pretend not to notice the way he breathes in your scent as you settle on the sofa. An arm wraps around your body, pushing you into his side. 

“Where were you, roomie?” Satoru whines. “Didn’t class end an hour ago?” It would be a harmless question if his grip weren’t so tight. You won’t be surprised if you find a bruise there in a day or two. 

Something plays on the TV. Neither of you pays attention. 

“Sorry.” It’s all you can muster to say. 

He seems satisfied with your answer–the submission of it. You find yourself counting down the clock. Seven minutes go by before you speak up again. 

“Satoru?” You ask.

There’s a distant hum of an answer. 

“Did you tell Housing I was staying?” 

For the longest while, Satoru does not speak. Then, he relaxes. He groans, easily delving into your space. A hand rests on your thigh. 

“Oh, that.” There’s a yawn. “Yeah, I just went ahead and told them you didn’t need to move out. We were getting along so well, ‘makes no sense why you’d get a different apartment, right? Sounds like a hassle moving halfway through the semester.” 

Then he shifts. You can feel him stare right down at you. 

“Unless you have a problem with that?” 

He doesn’t even bother to hide it. Pure excitement. 

Was there ever a possibility you could’ve come out unscathed had you just stood up to him earlier? Maybe you should’ve been a bit less timid when speaking to him about his music. Maybe you should’ve commented on his lack of clothing around the house. 

Or maybe it was always going to end up this way. 

“No.” You tell him, staring straight at the TV. “I don’t have a problem with that.” 

A couple of days later, another pair of panties goes missing. 

Unlike last time, you don’t bother looking for it. 

⌂

You always locked your door at night, but looking back, it was stupid to assume Satoru didn’t have a spare key. 

This is his apartment, after all. 

The lock gives with barely a click. You’re already wide awake, body rigid, tucked underneath the covers as hallway light bleeds into the room. You’re facing the textured wall, watching as his shadow drifts into your bedroom. The door shuts in a way that sounds final. It’s dark again. 

He’s quiet. You can barely hear the sounds of his breath. There’s a footstep. Then, another. Eventually, he’s right behind you. 

You don’t know what he was doing. You’re too scared to turn and check. Naively, you think if you pretend to be asleep, he’ll leave. 

One minute. 

Two minutes. He’s so still, for a moment, you wonder if you imagined the whole thing. 

The edge of your blankets lifts. Your bed creaks under his weight. His chest presses against your back. Warm hands grasp your shoulders. 

He’ll leave eventually. If you pretend to be asleep, he’ll leave. 

You squeeze your eyes shut when his head nuzzles into the crook of your neck. He inhales. 

Fingers play with the ends of your shirt. 

He’ll leave soon. He’ll leave soon. He’ll leave–

“You’re not gonna stop me, are you?” His voice makes your shoulders tense. You can practically hear his smile. 

His fingers manage to slip under your shirt. You can barely hold in your gasp when he grabs a handful of your tits. He doesn’t even bother to be gentle, squeezing and pulling until you’re practically whining. 

“C’mon.” Satoru coos into your ear. There’s a kiss on your neck. “Say it. Tell me no.” 

He nibbles the skin right on your jawline. His hair tickles your cheek. 

Your hands reach out to grab his own. You squeeze, digging your nails into his skin. 

“Please stop.” 

He laughs–the kind of laugh you’d give to a toddler if they misbehave. It feels so mean. 

“You’re so cute.” Another kiss right at your ear.

“Stop.” You repeat. His hands don’t budge, not even when you start to draw blood. “Let go. Don’t–don’t touch me–” 

He flips you right on your back. From the streetlights peaking through the blinds, you can see his face. The widest smile is stretched over his pretty lips. It looks almost manic. 

Your eyes sting. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asks. It’s almost cruel how soft his voice is. 

You shake your head. His teeth gleam. 

“Please?” He leans closer. “Just one kiss?” 

It’s heartbreaking how sweet the kiss is. Soft, barely touching as he melds his lips with yours. He keeps a hand on your chin, holding you in place before the greed takes over and he ravages you. 

By the time he pulls away, your lips are bitten and bruised.

He sinks lower, face dipping into the skin of your neck as he makes himself home there. It’s laughingly pathetic how weak you were compared to him–how little you fare when he pulls off your shirt, then your shorts. Soon, his clothes join yours, leaving a small puddle of cloth at the foot of your bed. 

He pulls away from your body, looking over the whole of you. 

“Oh, baby.” His eyes are blown out like he’s high. “I…I just wanna do everything to you.” 

You can’t hold back the tears anymore. They drip down your face, sculpting your cheeks. He coos, sinking lower to pepper your face in kisses. 

“I’m sorry, baby.” The excitement in his voice betrays him. “Don’t cry. I won’t do anything bad, I promise.” 

Liar, you want to call him, but you don’t. You can’t. Your throat traps your voice as his fingers delve underneath your panties. 

There’s no tact as he presses into you, immediately filling you up with his finger. Your pussy can barely fit one of him, almost choking when he slips in another. There’s no rhythm, no grace for how fragile you are as he thrusts his fingers deeper and deeper. 

You can barely muffle your cries as he hits a spot deep inside you. 

“See?” he asks, toying with your clit. “Not bad things, right?” 

You don’t answer, barely able to keep the noises in check as he abruptly pulls out of you. His fingers are shiny from your pussy juices. He crudely wipes his fingers on your tits. 

You’ve seen his cock before, but it looks even bigger from this angle. It slaps against your inner thighs as he finishes yanking off your drenched panties. The mushroom-tipped head brushes against your slit. He tosses one of your legs over his shoulder, opening your hole just enough to get his cock in the perfect position. 

The fight comes in too late. You think you’re reaching up to claw at his face, those pretty blue eyes. 

It dies as he bottoms out inside your pussy in one thrust. 

He doesn’t wait for you to settle down; he’s not kind enough for that. As soon as his cock sits as deep as it can into your pussy, he’s immediately moving. Your abused cunt immediately tightens around his cock, almost like you’re trying to suck him back in. 

You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel Satoru collapse on top of you. His head drops into the crook of your neck. You can hear his ragged breaths as he fucks himself deeper and deeper into you. 

“‘need you to relax for me, baby.” He hisses like it’s your fault he can’t control himself. “Can–can barely fit into this cunt.” 

To emphasize his words, he reaches down. There’s a soft slap right on your clit. You yelp. He soothes you with gentle circles with his thumb. 

“Satoru,” you can barely get out from the pressure, “please just stop–” Another smack on your pussy. Harder. 

“Can’t stop.” His breaths are ragged, and his hips shift so he can plow into you at a different angle. “Can’t ever stop. Not when I know how good you feel.” 

There’s a rasp of a laugh as your own noises get louder and louder. Your back arches. Something hot writhes in your belly the more the fucks you. He’s gripping your waist so harshly that you know they’ll leave bruises. 

It’ll pair well with the clawmarks you leave on his back as you arch further into his raw cock. 

There’s a sharp hiss before he’s kissing you again. There’s a harsh thrust that makes you moan directly into his mouth. He reluctantly pulls away, licking the taste of you out of his mouth. 

“I’m so glad I found you.” He tells you, continuing to ram into your pussy. 

“Can’t even imagine how–how someone else would react to you just givin’ yourself to ‘em. Fuck, even thinkin’ about it makes me wanna kill someone.” 

Distantly, you think about all the times you could’ve stopped him. You think about what you could’ve done differently to never cross paths with a man like Gojo Satoru. 

“You’re all for me.” He sighs, leaning close so he’s whispering right in your ear. 

He wants you to hear this right before he makes you cum all over his cock. 

“It’s all you’ll ever be.” 

You're writhing against his cock as he forces you through an earth-shattering orgasm. Your pussy clenches hard around him, milking him for all he’s worth as your climax is reluctantly dragged out of your exhausted body. 

There’s a grunt, then a sigh as something fills you to the brim. His cock pumps his cum steadily into you. There’s so much your poor pussy can’t keep it all inside. It leaks crudely from your hole. 

He stays like that for a minute, breathing you in as you start to come down from your high. Then, Satoru flops to your side, gathering up in your arms. You’re forced to lie against his chest, listening to his quickening heartbeat. 

The anger comes too late to do anything about. 

“I hate you.” You hiss as he continues to cuddle you. “I hate you, I hate you–you sick, twisted–”

“Aw, you don’t gotta’ pretend to be mean with me, pretty girl.” Satoru coos, snuggling into your exhausted figure. You can feel the hard shape of his cock press right against your thigh. 

There’s a chaste kiss on the top of your head. 

The words dropped so bluntly it made your cheeks go hot. You stared at him wide-eyed, the plushie still crushed between your chests like a little chaperone. Your lips parted, but nothing came out for a moment. The air had turned thick. Ridiculously awkward and stupidly honest.

“… I don’t mind…” you began, voice soft, “… but…”

Toji tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing, his hand still warm on your thigh.

“…My thighs hurt... from last night.”

His gaze darkened, not in a cruel way, more like a flicker of restraint. He blinked, processing, mind drifting straight back to last night's flashbacks… how he’d folded you in half, pounding that poor pussy into the mattress, hands gripping your thighs hard to keep you pinned right where he wanted.

Yeah… no fucking wonder you were sore as hell today.

“…So?” he asked slowly.

“So… not today..” you mumbled, shrinking into his chest slightly.

A few seconds passed. Then, a small grunt left his chest. Not frustrated. Just… accepting. “…fine,” he muttered. “I get it.”

You relaxed just a little. But then his hand slid a bit higher, fingers splaying wide. “…can I then just eat you out or something?”

“…What?”

“Come on,” he groaned, dropping his head against the back of the couch like you were torturing him. “give me something. you’re in my fuckin’ lap with a plush and that shampoo smell and those little shorts—what the hell am I supposed to do with that?”

You were crimson now, heat rushing all the way up your neck to your cheeks, burning so obvious it felt impossible to hide. “shut up toji—”

“I’ll be good,” he added quickly, half-lidded eyes and lips parted as he leaned down, nose brushing your neck. “no fingers if you don’t want. just… lemme taste you a bit. I’ll make it nice.”

You let out a small gasp, instinctively gripping the plush tighter. The way he said it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Just wanna make you feel good,” he murmured. “promise I won’t even ask for anything back. you can sit on my face and use me if that’s what you want.”

You felt your thighs clench on it's own. “but....”

He smirked against your skin, like he already knew he had you. “…come on, princess,” he whispered. “let me have a taste.”

Your heart was racing. Toji’s breath ghosted over your neck, each exhale making your skin bloom with heat. He hadn’t moved further, was just waiting, like a predator with patience. You could feel the tension in him, the tight coil of restraint as he tried to hold himself back.

“Come on, doll,” he muttered again. “I’ll be gentle. promise.”

You didn’t know how his voice could make your knees weak even when you were sitting down. Your thighs pressed together instinctively, and he noticed. Of course he did.

A smirk crept onto his lips. “that a yes?”

You swallowed hard. “o-okay. just… just that.”

His eyes snapped to yours, hungry and bright, like you’d just given him permission to devour you whole.

“fuck,” he muttered, shifting you in his lap like nothing. “c'mere.”

Before you could even register what was happening, he was laying you back on the couch, moving the plushie aside carefully, almost comically gently, then tossing it onto the armrest as if he's clearing space for a feast.

You stared up at him, chest heaving, legs squeezed shut as you fidgeted with the hem of your shorts. Toji knelt between your thighs, big paws already sliding up your calves, then your knees, pushing them apart slowly.

“I'm just gonna take a look,” he said. “relax. lemme see you.”

You bit your lip, whole face on fire. You were still sore, body was still tender. But that didn't stop your arousal from pooling thick and hot between your legs the moment he pulled your shorts down slowly, dragging the fabric past your hips like he was unwrapping the softest, sweetest thing he’d ever touched.

He whistled low under his breath when he saw your damp panties. “shit, baby. these already wet?”

You covered your face with both hands, too mortified to answer. He chuckled, leaning forward to kiss your inner thigh, soft and slow.

“So cute when you're shy,” he murmured, kissing higher, just beside the damp spot on your panties. “makes me wanna ruin you.”

You thighs twitched when his stubble scraped your skin lightly. His hands were splayed on your hips now, firm and grounding, and then slowly, he hooked his thumbs under your underwear and dragged them down. You felt the cold air kiss your bare heat and squeezed your eyes shut harder.

Toji exhaled deeply like a starving man. “look at this fuckin’ pussy. all soft and glowin' for me.”

You squirmed beneath him, but he held you still with a growl. “uh-uh. don’t run from me now. you said yes. I’m taking my time.”

He lowered himself slowly, shoulders pressing your thighs apart wider until he was face-to-face with your most sensitive spot. You felt his breath first. Hot, heavy, then the warm, slow drag of his tongue right through your folds.

Your back arched off the couch with a cry, hands flying up to grip the cushion. “t-toji—!”

“Shh,” he murmured against you, tongue dipping lower to tease your fluttering hole before dragging up to flick over your clit. “I got you, pretty girl. just feel it.”

And god, you sure as fuck felt it.

Toji didn’t eat cunt. He devoured it. Licking you like it's syrup, savoring every slick, sweet part of you, groaning into it like you were the best thing he’d had in years. His tongue circled your clit in slow, relentless laps, then dipped lower again, teasing you open.

You covered your face again, overwhelmed by everything. You tried to close your legs once, but he wasn't having it.

“Spread,” he ordered, pulling your thighs open wider. You squeaked, body obeying instantly despite your embarrassment.

“That’s it,” he said approvingly, “just like that. pretty pussy needs room to breathe.”

He slid his tongue lower again, teasing your entrance with the flat of it, then pushed just a little in. You cried out at the sensation, toes curling. It was too much. Too good. Too Toji.

He kept going, switching it up every few minutes, sucking softly on your clit, then dragging his tongue flat and slow, then flicking fast and relentless.

You panted, voice small and high. “t-toji, I—I think I’m gonna—!”

“Yeah?” he murmured, voice muffled against you. “then do it. come on, baby. make a mess.”

He sealed his mouth over your clit and sucked, hard. That broke you. Body snapping like a bowstring, hips jerking up against his face as you came with a cry, legs trembling uncontrollably. Fingers dug into the couch cushions, eyes squeezed shut as heat exploded behind your ribs.

Toji didn’t stop. He kept licking you through it, gentle and teasing now, until you whined and pushed weakly at his head. He pulled back with a low groan, lips and chin glistening. “fuck, that was pretty.”

You face was burning with embarrassment, chest still rising and falling quickly. He leaned over you, smirking down at your fucked out state.

“Wanna sit on my face next?” he asked, voice low and smug. “bet you’d look so cute grinding down, making a mess all over me.”

You shook your head rapidly, face hidden in your hands.

“No? not yet?” he teased, brushing a finger lightly over your still-sensitive clit, making you jolt. “that’s fine. I’ll just keep eating till you beg for it.”

He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, then another, then moved up to your belly, planting slow kisses there too. “good girl,” he murmured, voice softer now. “you taste so fuckin’ good, you don’t even know.”

You peeked at him from behind your fingers, face warm and heart fluttering. He wasn’t letting you go. And honestly… you didn’t want him to.

***

Toji hadn’t moved.

He was still between your thighs, spreading slow, wet kisses up your inner thighs like he didn’t want to let your taste go just yet. The aftershocks of your orgasm lingering in your legs, tummy and your fluttering cunt.

But you could feel it. The way his hands kept sliding up. The way his breathing stayed heavy. The way he looked at you, like he was still starving. That he wanted more.

“Toji…” you whispered, voice small.

He lifted his head, eyes dark, lips shining. “yeah?”

“My legs... still hurt a little…”

“I know,” he said softly, kissing your hip. “I know, baby. I heard you.”

Then his hand slid lower, fingers ghosting over your inner lips, brushing over your clit so lightly you gasped.

“But your pussy’s still crying f'me,” he murmured, watching the way your body reacted. “slicked up so fuckin’ pretty. she doesn’t look like she's had enough.”

“Toji—” you whined, trying to sit up, but he only chuckled and pressed a hand flat on your lower belly.

“Let me make it up to you,” he said, leaning closer, lips brushing over the curve of your thigh. “gonna be nice this time. swear.”

You gave him a look, wobbly and unsure, but your hips were tilting just slightly up. “nice?” you breathed, skeptical.

Toji grinned, teeth flashing. “nice enough you’ll forget you were ever sore.”

Then he leaned down and spat on your pussy, the hot wet sound so nasty it made you gasp. He smirked up at you. “that too mean?”

You nodded too fast, the heat in your core instantly returning, flaring hot.

“Gonna be sweet, promise,” he said, slipping two thick fingers into your soaked, twitching hole. “sweet and slow.”

You cried out softly, slick walls clenching down at the sudden stretch. He groaned low, eyes locked on where his fingers disappeared inside you.

“Fuck,” he muttered, “still so fuckin' tight even after last night. thought I loosened you up enough.”

He started pumping them. Lazy, deep thrusts, curling just slightly. Your hips rolling against his hand before you could stop yourself. Toji leaned closer, licking a slow stripe up your folds, his tongue meeting the motion of his fingers.

“See?” he said raspily. “she's askin' for it.”

You mewled, being overwhelmed to the limit. It was too much. His mouth, fingers, voice. It was all too much. You tried to protest, tried to warn him—“t-toji, I-I can’t—!”

“You can,” he growled low. “and you will. cum f'me, baby. not stopping till you do.”

Toji was man of his word.

He sucked your clit between his lips, tongue swirling while his fingers kept that steady thrust, fucking up into you like he knew exactly where your weak spots were. You couldn’t stop crying out, hands gripping his hair now, body arching into his mouth like a wave crashing over rocks.

“Too much—” you whimpered, “feels too good—!”

He didn’t stop. Not when you begged. Definitely not until you came again, harder as you sobbed his name.

“That’s it,” he groaned against you, licking you through the mess. “so fuckin’ hot when you cum like that.”

You lay there boneless, cunt twitching around his fingers still buried deep inside you.

Then — oh god, here it is.

Heavy weight of his cock, thick and burning, resting against your thigh. You opened your eyes weakly, catching him grinding against your leg.

“Toji—”

He paused, his pupils blown wide. “can I?”

You hesitated, breath shaky. “toji… but…”

“Gonna be gentle,” he promised, “just a little. yeah?”

And somehow, despite your sore legs and sensitive cunt, you nodded. He moved quickly, hands lifting your hips, guiding himself to your hole, thick head rubbing through your soaked folds.

Then slowly, he pushed in. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry, his size stretching you open inch by inch. He groaned above you, jaw clenched like he was holding back a growl.

“Shit, baby… so tight… she's chokin' me.”

Your walls clenched helplessly, fluttering from overstimulation, but the slide of him inside you felt perfect. He bottomed out with a low groan, burying his face in your neck.

“Just a few pumps,” he whispered. “need to feel you.”

You nodded, tears stinging your lashes, arms wrapping around his shoulders as he started to move. Slow and deep thrusts, each one making your back arch.n He was groaning in your ear, filthy praises spilling from his lips.

“You take me so well… even after all that, still fuckin’ greedy, huh?” You whined, nails digging into his back.

“Pussy’s a slut for me,” he growled, fucking a little deeper now, “she’s never had enough. and you, act all shy, all sweet... then you cream all over my cock like a little cumdump.”

Your moan caught in your throat, heat flooding through you again. You couldn’t even answer, all you could do was hold onto him, let him ruin you slowly.

“Wanna fill you up,” he grunted, thrusts growing heavier. “wanna see it leakin' out when I’m done—wanna fuck it back in.”

You were close, even though you thought you couldn’t possibly come again. “toji—m'gonna..!”

“Come with me. fuckin’ milk me.”

And you did listen to him.

You shattered around him, eyes rolling back, cry muffled in his shoulder as he spilled deep inside you with a rough groan, hips grinding into yours as he emptied everything he had.

You were both shaking, soaked in sweat and slick. He didn’t pull out right away. Just stayed buried in you, breathing hard, whispering against your skin.

“Good girl. did so fuckin’ good.”

Your head was spinning. Couldn’t feel your legs. Thighs were sticky. Cunt was throbbing. You were sore all over. But you had a smile on your face.

Because somehow, even in his messiest state, Toji still made you feel like you were the only thing he craved.

His forehead was resting against yours, his palm cupping your jaw, holding you there like the delicate thing you are.

“You okay, baby?”

You nodded, still too dazed to speak, your arms wrapped around his neck. His heart was pounding hard. He hadn’t moved, like he couldn’t bring himself to.

***

“Ooh?”

He froze, you froze. Both of you suddenly remembering the fact that you were literally butt fucking naked on the couch, and you happen to have other roommates. Surprise.

You blinked up, heart stuttering in your chest as Gojo’s tall frame appeared from his room, a half empty bottle in his hand, a teasing grin tugging at his lips.

“Well well well,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “thought you went all soft with that plushie thing earlier. look at you now.. still buried in her like a goddamn caveman.”

Toji groaned, pressing his face into your neck, like if he ignored Gojo long enough, he’d disappear. “shut the fuck up, brat.”

Gojo laughed. “what? I’m just saying. It was kinda sweet, you know? thought I was witnessing character development. but nah. you still couldn’t keep it in your pants.”

You groaned softly, turning your face into Toji’s shoulder, with burning cheeks.

Toji just growled at the man. “so fuckin’ annoying.”

Gojo took a sip from his bottle, then started walking off, only to stop mid-step when Toji added, almost casually: “hey. don’t sneak into her room tonight. I’m sleepin’ there.”

Gojo choked on his water. “excuse me???” he gasped, turning back around. “no fuckin' way. I’m the one who cuddles her. right, princess?”

His eyes landed on you, sparkling, mischievous and waiting. You looked down, squirming slightly in Toji’s hold, unable to meet his gaze.

“…Right?”

You didn’t answer.

“Woah.” Gojo placed a dramatic hand on his chest. “betrayal. actual betrayal.”

“She’s mine,” Toji grunted, pulling you closer. “go fuck yourself.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow. “that’s not very sweet of you.”

“I don’t do sweet,” Toji snapped. “I do her.”

You made a choked sound, smacking a weak hand against his shoulder.

Gojo rolled his eyes, grinning. “fine, fine. I see how it is.”

He turned, tossing the empty bottle in the kitchen bin on his way out. But just before he disappeared down the hall, he glanced back and added:

“Better hold her tight, Toji. I’m still the king of cuddles in this house.”

Toji flipped him off without lifting his head. Gojo grinned and walked away, humming. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, hands still tangled in Toji’s dark hair. He finally lifted his head and looked down at you. “still wanna sleep with me?”

You nodded, eyes dropping for a second as a small, embarrassed smile tugged at your lips.

“…Even if I don’t cuddle much?”

“You’re warm.”

He huffed a short laugh, kissed your nose, and stayed right there, still buried inside you, like he had nowhere else to be. Then he finally murmured against your temple, voice low and husky, “so… sleep?”

You gave him a tiny nod, face still hot from all the teasing. He exhaled, muttered a gruff “’kay,” then shifted with barely any effort, scooping you up into his arms. You clung to his neck instinctively, as he carried you out of the living room, down the hall, and into your bedroom. He lowered you onto the bed gently, then kicked off his pants and crawled in right after you, trying his best to “cuddle,” even if he looked like he had no damn idea what he was doing. One of his arms slung over your waist. His face pressed into the back of your neck.

It was... nice. Sweet, even. Until you remembered.

“W-wait!” you gasped, squirming out of his grasp.

Toji sat up instantly, annoyed. “what?”

“I need to shower,” you mumbled, slipping off the bed and grabbing your towel. “just… just a minute. I’ll be quick!”

He watched you disappear into the bathroom, grumbling something under his breath.

Toji waited. Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen.

At twenty-five, he got up. At thirty, he walked around the room, muttering, “the fuck is she doing, growing new skin?”

He stood outside the bathroom door and tried the knob. Locked.

“Hey,” he called, voice playful but rough. “you good in there?”

“Y-yeah!” you shouted back over the water. “don’t come in!”

“Why not?” he drawled. “Is there any damn thing I haven't seen?”

You nearly slipped trying to answer, “please, just—just give me a minute!”

He groaned dramatically and leaned against the wall. “you said a minute. It’s been a hundred.”

“Go wait on the bed!” you whined.

Toji grunted and dragged himself back to the bed, collapsing on it with a thud, staring up at the ceiling like a man enduring the greatest trial of his life.

Time crawled. Forty minutes. Then finally—fuckin' finally—the bathroom door creaked open. Toji turned his head and his soul almost left his body.

You walked in, skin dewy and flushed from the hot water, hair wet and clinging to your shoulders, smelling like heaven. The sweet scent of your shampoo and body wash had his head spinning. A towel was wrapped around your body, but barely. Bare legs. Collarbones glistening. Droplets still sliding down your thighs.

Toji didn’t say anything. But the thick, stiff tent in the boxers he was still wearing said plenty.

Your eyes flicked down and saw the scene before you, curling your fingers into the edge of your towel.

He exhaled slowly. “you did that on purpose.”

“I didn’t—”

“Yeah, you did,” he said, sitting up, his eyes dragging down your soaked, barely-covered body like it was torture. “knew you were in there forever for a reason.”

You looked away embarassed. “I was just washing my hair…”

“Uh-huh.”

He moved closer, eyes fixed on where the towel dipped between your breasts. “you smell good. look even better.”

“Toji—”

“Still sore?”

You nodded slowly. He leaned in, breathing against your neck. “I’ll be gentle.”

He looked at you, lips brushing your ear. “you’re gonna let me fuck you in nothing but that towel?”

You whispered, “m-maybe…”

Toji didn’t even wait for a full yes. He pulled you closer as his hands slid around your thighs, gripping them as he looked up at you like he was about to ruin you all over again.

***

The towel slipped just a bit when he yanked you down into his lap, your bare thighs straddling him, damp skin sticking to his. Toji didn’t bother taking it off.

His big hands just gripped your hips and dragged the fabric slightly upward, bunching it around your waist as he pressed your chest against his, groaning low at the damp heat trapped between you both. He didn’t need to see everything, just having you wrapped in that soft cotton, flushed and squirmy and wide-eyed, was enough to get his cock twitching again.

“You’ve got no damn idea how fuckin’ hot this is,” he muttered, rutting up once between your legs, letting you feel just how hard he was for you. “wrapped up all sweet like that, smellin’ so good, actin’ all shy…”

You whined, shifting a little from the sore ache on your legs.

“My girl's hurtin', yeah?” he asked, tilting his head.

You nodded quickly as he leaned back against the headboard, staring at you with half-lidded eyes.

“Tojiiii,” you whispered, holding the towel against your chest with trembling hands as he kept your hips in place, dragging you gently across his lap in a slow grind, the thick shape of his cock pressing against your folds through the fabric of his boxers.

“Want me to stop?” he asked, sliding one hand under the towel just enough to stroke the crease of your inner thigh.

“… I do,” you whispered. “It’s… too much.”

Toji stilled. He looked down at where your bodies met, how your towel was bunched up around your hips, how your chest was rising and falling fast under it.

After a pause, he let out a long breath and mumbled, “sure you can’t go one more?”

You shook your head. “… can't feel my legs…”

He huffed softly, followed by a kiss in the neck. “fine,” he murmured, hands still roaming, slipping up and under the towel to palm your ass. “but you’re sleeping in this towel.”

Your eyes widened. “In this…?”

He grinned lazily, nipping your ear. “just like this. and I’m gonna keep touching you, ‘kay?”

You blinked up at him, confused but flustered. “… okay.”

That was all he needed. He didn’t undress you. Didn’t even slide the towel down. Just slipped his hand beneath it again, fingers dragging over your thighs, your hips, the backs of your knees. Everywhere but where you needed him. You could feel his cock twitch under you as he touched and groped you.

“Not fuckin’ you, but I’mma make you feel me, princess.” Toji’s hands were everywhere. Palming your waist, stroking your back, kneading your thighs. Never dipping low enough to relieve the ache that was steadily growing again. The towel clung to your damp skin, heat building under it like a secret he wasn’t letting you share. You whined, thighs twitching from how slick you’d gotten, the teasing unbearable. “t… toji..”

His thumb grazed the inside of your thigh again. “yeah, baby?”

You squirmed. Couldn’t even look at him. “mhmm…”

“Tell me,” he whispered, lips brushing your temple. “what does my pretty girl want.. hmm?”

Instead of words, your trembling fingers reached down and caught his wrist, dragging it lower, under the towel, until his palm slid between your legs. Bare, soaked and throbbing. His sharp inhale cut through the silence like a blade.

He groaned, voice husky. “making demands now, are we?” You shook your head, face burning all over.

“Damn, so wet already,” he muttered, sliding his other hand up to your chest. “sure you’re sore, baby? I can just—fuck—I’ll go slow. real slow.”

You moaned again when his head dipped, lips latching onto your breast through the towel at first, warm breath seeping through the damp cloth. He nuzzled, then tugged it down enough to expose you, licking a slow stripe over your nipple before sucking hard.

Your back arched into his mouth, fingers threading into his dark hair.

He didn’t stop rubbing you. Fingers slow and thick between your legs, slipping through your slick folds without pressing too deep. One long stroke. Then another. All while his mouth was on your tits.

“Such a sweet thing,” he murmured, flicking his tongue over your nipple again before giving it a wet kiss. “too sweet for me. gonna keep you like this every fuckin’ night if I can.”

Your legs were shaking around his hand, toes curling as Toji kept dragging his fingers through your slick folds. Slow, barely-there touches that made your hips buck against him in desperation.

You couldn’t take it anymore. With shaky fingers, you reached for his crotch, brushing against the thick bulge straining in his boxers. He tensed, then let out a soft, amused grunt.

“The hell is this?” he muttered, tilting his head and looking at you with a lazy smirk. “you touchin’ me now, doll?”

You were too flustered to speak, just nodded quickly, clutching him tighter.

He raised an eyebrow, still rubbing you with maddening slowness. “want it that bad?”

You nodded again, biting your lip.

“Nah. words. say it.”

You gulped hard. “… want it… down… there.”

Toji’s smirk stretched wider, hand stalling just enough to drive you insane. “‘down there’? really?” he chuckled lowly, “you know I don’t play that game, princess. say it properly.”

Your voice was a whisper, almost pleading. “your… your cock…”

Toji hissed through his teeth, his hand squeezing your thigh hard. “that’s more like it. say it again. tell me what you want.”

You blinked up at him, heart beating too loud for your own good. “I want… your cock.”

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, lips brushing your cheek but not kissing yet.

“Why?” he asked quietly, fingers resuming their gentle circles on your folds. “tell me why you want it.”

“I… I don’t know…” you murmured helplessly, arching into his hand.

He growled, too demanding. “say why.”

You swallowed, shaking in his arms. “to… to feel good…”

“Mmm. so my cock makes you feel good?” he said with a cocky grin, rubbing tighter circles on your clit.

You nodded, barely holding back a sob. “y-yes…”

He laughed, voice thick with pride. “shit, baby. you really want it so bad, huh?”

You moaned softly as his fingers rubbed harder, lips ghosting over your collarbone while he whispered more filth. “all soft and sore... still beggin’ for it. fuckin’ precious.”

“Wanna feel full, yeah?” he whispered, slipping his fingers out for a moment, just long enough to tug his boxers down, his cock springing free, thick, heavy, and hard.

Your eyes widened, practically drooling at the sight.

“Oh yeah, that’s right. missed this, didn’t you?” he teased, rubbing the tip along your soaked hole.

He didn’t slip it off the towel, just pushed it up, exposing what he needed. Maybe he liked it like that, how pretty you looked wrapped in nothing but a towel and desperation.

“… Toji, please…”

“Please what?”

You looked away, breathless. “please… need it…”

How could he even ignore when his pretty girl was asking for it like this?

He pressed in slowly, filling you inch by inch, hand gripping the back of your neck as he buried his cock deep inside, making you moan out loud despite everything.

“Damn, baby,” he groaned, forehead pressed against yours again. “still so fuckin’ tight…”

He started to move. Slow and deep at first, then faster as your body responded to him like it always did, eager and hungry, completely his.

You were completely lost in him, eyes rolling back, taking it so well it made something mean flicker in him. He pulled away all at once, leaving you empty, and the whine that slipped from your lips only made him smirk. Then he gave you just the tip. Pressing it in, stretching you open just enough to feel it, then pulling out again with a soft, wet drag that made you whine again. He did it again, slower this time, lips grazing your ear.

“Feel that?” he whispered. “that’s what you get for being a fuckin' cock tease. just the tip.”

You tried to roll your hips, to chase more, but he gripped them tightly, holding you still. “nuh-uh. not till you beg.”

“I—I’m begging,” you gasped, tears welling in your eyes from the ache and heat. “please, toji.”

He gave a soft, mocking pout. “aww, want the whole thing now? thought you were hurtin', baby.”

“I… I am… but I want it… still want it,” you admitted it quietly, the heat rising all the way to your ears

He pressed the tip in again, making you twitch. “then take it. my cock makes you feel good? take it yourself.”

Your fingers curled around the base of his thick shaft, trying so hard to guide him in. Your hands were shaky, grip too slippery, everything too soaked and sticky. You missed once, then twice, whining in frustration.

Toji just laughed low. “… so cute,” he said, leaning down to kiss your neck. “can’t even put it in… too fucked out already?”

You nodded weakly, lips trembling. “I-I can’t…”

“Of course you can’t,” he murmured all smug, hand coming up to squeeze your tits, thumb rubbing your nipple before he ducked down to suck it slowly. “that’s why you’ve got me, yeah?”

With no more warning, he gripped your hips and slowly pushed himself inside, all of him this time. You let out a broken cry as he stretched you full, deep, thick—too much and still just right. He stayed there for a second, breathing against your throat.

“Fuck, you take me so good,” he growled. “so fuckin' easy.”

You were clinging to his shoulders when he started moving again—deep, slow thrusts that made the towel shift slightly with every roll of his hips. One hand on your thigh while the other returned to your chest, mouth at your ear.

“Feel how deep I go, baby?” he whispered, “you were beggin’ for this… right ? now you’ve got it. In this sweet little pussy. so tight, fuck—this hole was made for me.”

You moaned, gasping for breath, nails digging into his arms.

“That’s right,” he went on, thrusting deeper. “you don’t need anyone else, do you? just me. only me.” His hand slid back down, rubbing circles around your clit again while he moved inside you. “gonna keep you like this all night... stuffed full and fucked out.”

You could barely answer. Body was on fire, every nerve lit up from his voice, the filthy words spilling into your ear like a spell you couldn’t break.

And him, satisfied with the way you squirmed and whined, just kept fucking you slow. Loving every second of your soft cries and shaking body under him.

Toji was maddeningly slow. Too slow. Every deep, dragging thrust felt like a punishment, like he was doing it on purpose just to feel every inch of you squeeze around him. His voice, on the other hand, didn’t match the tenderness of his pace.

“Look at ya,” he grunted in your ear, “cryin’ like a little girl… didn’t even fuck you rough yet, and you’re already gone’.”

You were. Tears rolled down your cheeks, the pressure building again and again with every pump of his cock inside you. Body limp, barely able to respond anymore except for the little gasps, the twitching legs, and the way your pussy clenched helplessly around him.

Toji stayed buried deep, holding your thighs open as he moved in that unbearable, torturous pace. His forehead rested against yours, and he watched you through half-lidded eyes—sweaty, flushed, absolutely ruined.

“Can’t even beg anymore, yeah?” he whispered, smirking at the way your lips parted in a silent moan. “fucked dumb and all.”

He shifted just enough to roll his hips a little deeper, making you jerk under him with a soft cry that barely made it past your throat.

“You’re milking me,” he grunted in a strained voice. “gonna cum, baby. fill you up good, yeah?”

You gave a tiny nod—more like a twitch—and then you went still. Right as he buried himself to the hilt, groaning low in your ear as he came, you passed out.

Your eyes fluttered closed, body went slack onto his shoulders, chest rising and falling in soft, uneven breaths. Toji stayed like that for a moment, cock still buried inside, your breath ghosting over his neck.

He held you carefully in his arms, before shifting just enough to lay you back against the bed like something soft he didn’t want to break.

“…Shit,” he muttered, looking down at your passed-out face, hair clinging to your forehead. He let out a low chuckle, rubbing his thumb over your cheek gently. “guess that was too much, huh?”

Carefully, he pulled out, hissing under his breath at the wet sound. He kissed your temple, the only thing he knew how to do without thinking.

“Sleep, baby,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Then he dropped back against the bed, dragging your exhausted body with him, tucking you into his chest, where you belonged. Your quiet breathing against slowly lulled him to sleep, with the faintest, satisfied smile still resting on his lips.

to be continued in the next chapter

“Oh, oh—try that mango one. mango makes everything better,” Gojo says, tugging lightly at your sleeve. “like, imagine it melting on your cunt while someone’s fingering you. so hot.”

You suck in a breath, eyes going wide. “t-toru!”

He just chuckles, shameless and unbothered, then leans down to whisper near your ear, “or do you prefer chocolate? because, bunny dipped in chocolate is a combo I’d pay for.”

You try not to combust on the spot. Nanami exhales deeply. “stop talking.”

Just then, a voice calls out from across the street, smooth and playful. “kento~!” Nanami turns, brows furrowed. Gojo does too.

And then her voice registers. You look just in time to see her. Tall, elegant, maybe in her early thirties, blonde waves swept back in a high twist, a sharp black blazer hugging her curves. Red lipstick. High heels. A smile that could kill.

Gojo whistles low. “damn. older women are always a blessing for my pretty eyes…”

You go quiet. Nanami's expression softens the second recognition hits. He smiles back, actually smiles and lifts a hand in greeting.

“Sweetheart,” he says gently to you, touching your shoulder. “pick something you like, hmm? I’ll be back in a minute.”

Your lips part to reply, but he's already walking across the street, not even waiting for it. Your heart sinks a little. Just a little.

Gojo keeps talking, mostly to himself. “you think she spanks men for fun? she gives off that boss lady vibe. shit, I’d let her tell me to sit, and I’d bark. proudly.”

You blink at him, mouth twitching, but your eyes keep slipping across the road. Nanami’s posture is relaxed, he’s not usually like that. The two of them talk, and she laughs, her hand brushing his forearm.

“Maybe I should get the vanilla,” you murmur, too soft.

"Mhmm you sure you're a vanilla girl?" Gojo smirks. He picks up a sample spoon, dips it into the pistachio, licks it once, then makes a face. “nah. that’s a bad head flavor. you want something creamy. like hazelnut. Or caramel. something that melts easy. so when it drips on your cunt, I can just lick…” he mimics licking it off his wrist.

You squeak, tugging at his shirt. “satoru… there are kids here…”

“These are life lessons,” he retorts with a wink.

Your attention drifts back across the road. Nanami’s laughing now. You pout slightly, eyes burning even though you tell yourself it’s nothing. Just an old friend. An ex, maybe. He’d never said. He wasn’t the type to hide things, but still… When they hug, something inside you twists. And then he’s coming back, straightening his sleeves, walking towards you.

“Have you picked?” he asks, voice smooth, eyes on you. You nod, pointing weakly to the blueberry cheesecake. Gojo hums something under his breath. You catch the words “lick” and “cream” but don’t want to ask. Nanami pays after a battle with Gojo.

You’re too quiet now, licking the corner of your spoon as you three begin walking home. Gojo talks enough for all three of you, arm slung lazily around your shoulders. You keep sneaking glances at Nanami, trying not to think of her laugh. The way he smiled at her. And beside you, Gojo’s fingers tap-tap along your shoulder, his voice low and smug.

The walk back home is filled with low chatter, Gojo is talking a mile a minute about some theory that somehow ties back to boobs and ice cream, but you don’t catch most of it. You’re quiet. Too quiet. Your fingers curl tighter around the paper cup in your hands, the ice cream inside mostly melted now. It tastes sweet on your tongue, but your expression doesn't match. You’re trying not to pout. Really, you are. But every time the image of that woman hugging Nanami flashes behind your eyes, something in your chest just drops. Gojo glances down at you as you trail beside him, head a little low.

“Hey, bunny,” he nudges you gently with his elbow. “you okay?”

You nod quickly.

“…didn’t like the ice cream, huh?”

You blink up at him. “no, it’s not that.”

“You’re pouting,” he says in your ear.

“I’m not,” you whisper back, even though you definitely are. Nanami slows his steps until he’s walking on your other side, eyes narrowing as he watches you. You don't meet his gaze.

“You cold?” he asks, already unzipping his coat.

You shake your head, but your voice betrays you. “I’m fine.”

He doesn’t listen, wrapping his coat over your shoulders anyway, hands lingering on your arms for a second longer than needed. The warmth makes you sink into the fabric without thinking.

“Thank you…” you murmur.

“You're quiet,” he says under his breath, like he’s filing that thought away.

When you reach the apartment, the door creaks open to the familiar scent of home. The living room is dim. Toji’s passed out on the couch, one arm draped over his face, mouth open slightly. Geto’s door is shut, faint music playing behind it. You toe off your shoes quietly, still wrapped in Nanami’s coat.

Gojo, of course, doesn’t know how to be quiet. The moment you try to step into your room, he squeezes in right behind you. “hey, hey—don’t shut me out. I missed you.”

“I was with you this morning, though,” you whisper, glancing at Nanami over your shoulder.

Gojo grins. “yeah, when you were bouncing on my cock and making the prettiest little sobs I’ve ever heard. doesn’t count as ‘quality time’.”

Your face turns crimson. “satoruu!!!”

He steps closer, arms ready to wrap around you, when Nanami grabs the back of his collar and yanks him out of your doorway like a misbehaving mutt.

Gojo stumbles back into the hallway. “HEY! RUDE.” Nanami slips inside your room and closes the door behind him firmly.

Gojo starts a full-blown tantrum outside. “you two are selfish! I offer free love and look what I get! used and thrown away like fuckin' trash—”

“Gojo, bed. now.” Nanami snaps.

Gojo groans. “ughhhh. fiiine. just so you know, this is why I’m emotionally distant with men.” You hear him muttering something about being “underappreciated” as he stomps off to his room.

The door clicks softly behind him. Now it’s quiet. Nanami exhales, hands loosening as he approaches you. His eyes are softer now, searching your face. “did you enjoy the ice cream?”

You hesitate, then nod.

He steps closer. “you sure you’re alright… from last night?”

You glance down at your legs, where his grip had bloomed purple over your skin. You nod again, more firm this time. “I’m okay,” you whisper.

He cups your face gently and kisses you deep, warm, lips pressing slow like he means it. You lean into him without thinking, letting his hand slide to your back. When he pulls away, his voice is low. “alright, sweetheart. get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He starts toward the door. Your heart panics, speaking before you think, with trembling voice. “..uhmm… nanami?”

He pauses, hand on the knob, looking over his shoulder. “yeah, baby?”

You shuffle in place, wringing your fingers. “I… uhh… can… can we… I-I wanna…”

His brows lift slightly as he turns to face you fully. “hmm?”

Your throat goes dry. “I wanna… do it.”

His expression shifts, amusement curving his lips, but his voice stays warm. “Oh?” he hums, stepping toward you again. “are you saying you want me to fuck you, dear?”

You nod once, face burning. He tilts your chin up with two fingers. “who am I to say no to that?”

He kisses you again, deeper, his tongue slow and thorough like he’s savoring the shape of your mouth. Then, he lifts you gently and lays you across your bed. His hands unbutton your top carefully like he’s unwrapping something rare.

“Such a shy little thing…” he murmurs, dragging his fingers down your chest. “but look at you asking for my cock. you must’ve missed it, hmm?”

You whimper softly. “… yeah.”

He smiles. “then I’ll give it to you. nice and slow.”

The room fills with soft gasps and the shuffle of fabric. Nanami’s mouth maps every inch of your skin, tongue warm, lips dragging over your neck, collarbone, breasts, thighs. He kisses every bruise he left before.

“Sorry,” he whispers each time. “you were too good… couldn’t help myself.”

He doesn’t fuck you. Not yet. First, he worships you. Hands firm on your thighs, spreading you, he licks your cunt like a man starved, slow and precise, tongue swirling around your clit, letting your moans get louder and messier until you’re writhing and clinging to the sheets. Only then does he finally slide into you inch by slow inch, watching your face the whole time.

“You always take me so well,” he breathes, groaning against your neck. “so tight like your pussy doesn’t wanna let me go.”

You’re gasping, arms around his shoulders, every stroke making your mind blur. His hips move slow and deep, kissing the ache in your belly. His hand sneaks between your legs to rub you just right, making you cry out.

“Shh, shh… I got you,” he whispers. “you’re doing so good, baby.”

By the end, your skin is slick with sweat, your thighs trembling, every nerve burning in the best way. He stays buried inside you as you both pant for air, foreheads pressed together. Then, he pulls out and gathers you close, arms snug around your waist. You’re tucked in his chest, your leg thrown over his, fingers tracing small circles on his ribs.

“…Nanamin, can I… ask you something?”

His voice was still thick with post-orgasm bliss, low and soft against your temple. "oh? what is it, dear? need something? water?"

You shook your head slowly, cheek still pressed to his chest where you could hear the steady beat of his heart. "... do you like my hair?"

He blinked, pulling back slightly to look down at you, brows slightly furrowed. "huh? yeah, baby—of course I do. your hair's just as pretty as you. why ask me that all of a sudden?"

You avoided his eyes, fiddling with a strand of your hair nervously. "nothing, just..." you mumbled, "I was wondering if I should colour it."

Nanami hummed and brought a hand to your head, threading his fingers through your hair and tugging you closer until your chest brushed against his. "hmm? why, baby? I mean, if you want to, of course. what colour do you have in mind, hmm?" he asked, voice turning warm again as he tilted his head and nuzzled into your chest. He licked over your nipple suddenly, making you jerk slightly.

"Ahhh! nghh... uhmm... do you think I’d look prettier in blonde?"

He paused to press a kiss against your tit, then glanced up. "blonde? hmm. well, I think black suits your eyes more, makes you look soft and sweet."

Another slow lick over your nipple. "but yeah, you’d still be pretty in blonde. you’d look pretty with anything."

You blinked down at him. "Ohh... hmm... okay..."

He raised an eyebrow, then chuckled softly. "why sweetheart? did gojo ask you to colour your hair?"

You quickly shook your head, lips pressing together. Nanami smirked and leaned up to kiss your lips, a slow, lingering kiss that soothed your nerves. You gently pulled away, slipping from the bed, naked still, as your eyes caught sight of his coat on the table. You padded over, slipped it over your shoulders, and hugged the fabric close. Nanami sat up on the bed, admiring the view with a soft groan.

"Nanamin… do I look good in this?"

His eyes dragged over you hungry and admiring, as he huffed a little laugh. "In a blazer? course, yeah. you look like a boss lady who’s about to ruin a man’s life."

You blushed a little, biting your lip. "s-so… does this style suit me more?"

He narrowed his eyes, sensing the undertone in your voice. "you look good in everything, baby. no matter what you wear."

You hesitated, then mumbled, "but... do you like this type of dress more than… my usual?"

Nanami stood, walking over to you completely naked, still semi-hard and completely unbothered by it. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in. "I didn’t say that," he kissed your forehead. "I said you always look pretty. whatever you wear."

You stared up at him with wide eyes before dragging him back to bed and slowly sitting on his lap, facing him skin to skin now, his cock twitching against your thigh. You curled your arms around his neck.

"Can I ask you something again?" you asked quietly. He smirked, brushing his thumb along your jaw.

"Oh? you sure have a lot of questions tonight. come on, ask me."

"Who… was that woman?"

You tried to sound casual, keeping your tone soft, neutral. But he picked up on it right away. Nanami blinked, then gave a small exhale. "an ex-colleague. we worked together for about five years."

"Were you close with her?"

"Not really. just professional stuff. I saw her today after more than a year."

Your fingers fidgeted with the hem of the coat. "are you going to see her again?"

Nanami tilted his head slightly. "she did mention grabbing a coffee sometime to catch up. why, dear?"

You looked away. "no… nothing..."

He went quiet for a moment. The silence hung in the air before you whispered again. "..umm... nanamin?"

"Yes, love?"

You took a shaky breath. "do you like... women your age more?"

He blinked, brows furrowing, before his face broke into an incredulous little chuckle. "Ohh... so this is what it’s about, huh?"

"Wh-what—" you quickly shook your head, eyes wide and cheeks burning.

"Jealous, dear?"

"I’m not—jealous! why would I be—"

"Mmmhm." he leaned in, kissing your pout. "my pretty little girl’s all possessive for me, huh?"

You looked away again. He cradled your face with one hand and murmured, "she’s just an old friend, baby. married. has kids. even if she wasn’t—it wouldn’t matter." He pulled your face back to his. "I have you. yeah?"

You looked into his eyes, soft and hopeful. "promise?" He smiled and then bit down on your nipple without warning. "ah! nanamin!"

"Promise." He grinned, lips tugging at your sensitive flesh before letting go with a wet pop. "jealousy looks real good on you, baby..." He moved to your other nipple and sucked hard, swirling his tongue. "...but you’d look even better bouncing on my cock again, wouldn’t you?"

You slapped a hand over his mouth, cheeks flushed. "don’t say that!"

He laughed against your skin, licking your palm teasingly before pulling your hand down and murmuring, "c’mon... just one more round, yeah? wanna fill you up, make sure you know who you belong to."

His hands slid down to your ass, squeezing tight. "you’re not leaving this bed till I’ve fucked that jealousy right out of you, baby."

Your breath caught in your throat as he lifted you effortlessly, lining you up on his cock again and then he paused, smirking, "still wanna question me, sweetheart? or are you ready to get fucked dumb again?"

“You’re not seriously leaving after ten minutes,” your friend scoffed beside you, grabbing the sleeve of your jacket before you could even think about reaching the front door. “We literally fought to get you here.”

“I didn’t ask you to fight,” you muttered flatly, trying to ignore the way somebody nearly slammed into your shoulder while running past. “I came, didn’t I? That should count for something.”

“It counts for you being dramatic.”

“I’m dramatic because this place smells like regret and bad decisions.”

Your friend barked out a laugh. “That’s every college party.”

“Exactly why I hate them.”

She rolled her eyes before shoving a drink into your hand anyway, immediately getting distracted when someone across the room called her name. The second she disappeared into the crowd, you exhaled slowly, finally alone for maybe the first time since arriving.

Your gaze drifted around the apartment lazily until—

Oh.

Absolutely not.

Leaning against the far kitchen counter like he owned the entire building stood Toji Fushiguro, dark shirt stretched tight across broad shoulders, one tattooed arm resting against the marble countertop while he spoke to someone beside him.

Even from across the room, he carried that same infuriatingly relaxed expression he always wore, like nothing in the world could genuinely bother him.

And next to him—

Of course.

Because apparently your night wasn’t miserable enough already.

Ryomen Sukuna sat lazily on top of the counter itself, one leg hanging over the edge while he scrolled through his phone with complete disinterest. The second his eyes lifted though, sharp crimson gaze locking onto yours through the crowd, something smug flickered across his expression immediately.

Like he found this funny.

Like fate itself had personally delivered entertainment to him.

Your stomach dropped instantly.

“Nope,” you muttered under your breath, already turning away.

Unfortunately for you, Sukuna noticed.

“Well, well,” his voice called out loudly over the music. “Look who decided to show up.”

You closed your eyes briefly.

Ignore him.

Actually ignore him.

You continued walking toward the living room, pretending not to hear him, but that only seemed to amuse him more.

“Hey,” Sukuna called again. “You deaf or just rude?”

“You tell me,” you shot back without looking at him.

A few people nearby immediately reacted with loud “ooohs,” sensing tension like sharks smelling blood in water.

Bad. Very bad.

You heard footsteps behind you before someone suddenly appeared beside you effortlessly.

Toji.

“You always this friendly at parties?” he asked casually.

You looked up at him with visible annoyance. “Do you always follow people around uninvited?”

“Only when they look irritated. It’s entertaining.”

“Glad I could provide tonight’s comedy show.”

Toji’s mouth twitched slightly, almost a smile, which only irritated you more.

Sukuna approached a second later, slipping beside Toji with his hands shoved into his pockets. “She’s been in a bad mood since the first time I met her.”

“You make everybody miserable,” you replied instantly.

“And yet here you are talking to me.”

“I’d rather chew glass.”

“Ouch,” Sukuna mocked dryly. “That one hurt.”

Toji let out a low chuckle beside him while you glared at both of them equally.

You genuinely couldn’t stand either of them.

Toji with his calm, unreadable attitude that somehow made every sarcastic comment sound worse, and Sukuna with his arrogant mouth and constant need to provoke people just because he could. The two of them together were unbearable. Loud in completely different ways. Cocky in completely different ways. Somehow always making every interaction feel like a challenge.

And for some reason, they both loved bothering you specifically.

“Why are you staring?” you snapped finally.

Sukuna tilted his head slightly. “You look annoyed.”

“I am annoyed.”

“Cute.”

“Say that again and lose teeth.”

Toji snorted softly under his breath.

“You threatening people already?” he mused. “Party barely started.”

You crossed your arms. “Maybe I’d be nicer if certain people disappeared.”

“Aw,” Sukuna mocked. “She missed us.”

“I hope both of you trip down a flight of stairs.”

“That’s not very nice,” Toji said lazily.

“I don’t care.”

Before either of them could answer again, a loud voice suddenly cut through the room.

“TRUTH OR DARE!”

A chorus of cheers immediately erupted from the living room. Someone dragged over chairs while people crowded onto couches and the floor in messy circles. Multiple voices started yelling names, demanding people join.

You already knew this was going to become a disaster.

“No,” you said immediately.

“Yes,” your friend answered immediately after, appearing out of nowhere to grab your wrist again.

“I’m not playing.”

“You absolutely are.”

“I’d rather throw myself out the window.”

“Too late.”

Before you could protest again, she physically shoved you down onto the couch beside the group. Unfortunately—truly unfortunately—the only open spot left happened to be directly across from Sukuna and Toji.

You stared at her in betrayal.

She grinned unapologetically before disappearing into the crowd again.

Traitor.

The game started normally enough. A few harmless truths. Dumb dares. Somebody had to text their ex. Someone else had to take a mystery shot from the kitchen and immediately regretted it. Laughter echoed constantly around the room while the atmosphere grew louder, messier, warmer.

Still, every single time your eyes accidentally drifted up, one of them was already looking at you.

Toji lounged comfortably against the couch like he didn’t have a single care in the world, dark eyes heavy with amusement whenever you glared at him. Sukuna was worse somehow, openly staring without shame, like he enjoyed watching you slowly lose patience.

Which he probably did.

“You’re glaring holes into us,” Sukuna commented eventually.

“You’re still alive, aren’t you?”

“Barely.”

“Try harder.”

Someone nearby burst out laughing.

“This tension is insane,” another person muttered.

“They act like divorced parents,” somebody else added.

“I’d rather die,” you said immediately.

“Toji, blink twice if she secretly likes us,” Sukuna said dramatically.

“She’d stab both of us first.”

“Correct,” you answered.

Then suddenly—

“Your turn.”

You blinked.

Everyone was staring at you now.

A grin spread slowly across someone’s face from the opposite couch. “Truth or dare?”

The room grew louder instantly with anticipation.

You should’ve picked truth.

You knew you should’ve picked truth.

But unfortunately pride had always been one of your worst qualities.

You leaned back slightly against the couch cushions, refusing to look nervous even when Sukuna’s eyes narrowed with interest.

“Dare,” you answered confidently.

Immediately, the entire room exploded.

“Ohhhh no.”

“She’s done for.”

“Make it evil.”

“I have the PERFECT one—”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. “Why do you sound excited?”

Your friend covered her mouth dramatically like she was trying not to laugh.

That was never a good sign.

Then someone finally spoke.

“I dare you,” they started slowly, grinning wider when your expression immediately darkened, “to spend ten minutes locked in the closet with Toji and Sukuna.”

Silence.

Complete silence.

You stared at them.

“No.”

The room erupted into screams and laughter instantly.

“You HAVE to!”

“That’s the dare!”

“No backing out!”

Your jaw dropped slightly as you looked around at the cheering crowd in disbelief.

“You people are actually insane.”

Sukuna leaned back comfortably, looking entirely too entertained already. “I think it sounds fun.”

“Of course you do.”

Toji glanced toward you lazily before standing from the couch in one smooth motion. “C’mon,” he said casually. “Don’t chicken out now.”

You looked at him like he’d lost his mind.

Then at Sukuna.

Then at the closet door across the apartment.

Then back at your so-called friends who were practically dying laughing already.

This night was going to kill you.

── დ ──

“That’s actually stupid,” you said flatly while the entire group around you dissolved into obnoxious laughter. “Like genuinely. You all need hobbies.”

“Ten minutes!” someone yelled.

“You’ll survive!”

“Maybe!”

“Lock the door!” another voice shouted immediately after.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, rubbing a hand over your face.

Sukuna looked like he was having the time of his life already, lounging back against the couch with a grin sharp enough to start fights. “You’re overreacting.”

“You make people miserable for fun.”

“And?”

“And I don’t voluntarily spend time with people like that.”

“Toji,” Sukuna said casually, not taking his eyes off you, “she’s hurting my feelings.”

“I think you’ll recover,” Toji answered lazily.

That smug asshole actually looked amused.

You glared at both of them. “You know what? Forget it. I’m not doing this.”

Instant booing erupted around the room.

“NO BACKING OUT!”

“Scared?”

“She’s scared!”

“I am not scared,” you snapped instantly.

“Then prove it,” Sukuna said.

Your eyes narrowed.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

That stupid smug expression on his face only made it worse too, like he’d already won something before the game had even started.

You hated that.

Especially because half the room was now staring at you expectantly.

Your pride was seriously a disease.

“Fine,” you bit out finally, standing abruptly from the couch. “Ten minutes. Then I’m leaving.”

The crowd cheered dramatically.

“YEAHHH!”

“To the closet!”

“This is the best night ever.”

“It’s the worst night of mine,” you muttered.

Somebody immediately grabbed your shoulders from behind before physically steering you toward the hallway while laughing hysterically. The closet door near the laundry room was already being cleared out by people acting like this was some major event.

You looked back once, hoping maybe—just maybe—Toji or Sukuna would decide this was dumb too.

Unfortunately, both of them followed behind without complaint.

Of course they did.

Toji walked with his hands in his pockets, completely relaxed, while Sukuna looked almost excited by the chaos unfolding around him.

“You both look way too comfortable with this,” you complained.

“Toji’s comfortable everywhere,” Sukuna replied.

“That’s because unlike you, I don’t talk constantly.”

“Funny coming from the guy who acts mysterious to avoid conversations.”

“Toji acts mysterious because he’s old,” you cut in.

A few people nearby lost it laughing.

Toji looked down at you slowly. “Old?”

“You heard me.”

“That attitude’s crazy for someone about to be trapped in a closet with me.”

“Oh, shut up.”

The crowd practically shoved all three of you inside before you could say anything else.

The closet door slammed shut.

Darkness swallowed everything instantly except for the faint strip of warm light beneath the door.

Then—

Click.

The lock.

Outside, everyone burst into loud laughter.

“DON’T KILL EACH OTHER!”

“Ten minutes starts NOW!”

“Someone set a timer!”

“This is so toxic!” someone wheezed.

Your jaw clenched immediately.

The closet was small.

Way too small.

Like uncomfortably small.

The air already felt warmer with three people crammed shoulder-to-shoulder between hanging coats and stacked storage boxes. Your back pressed awkwardly against the wall while Toji stood somewhere to your left and Sukuna directly in front of you.

Close.

Too close.

You could barely even move without brushing against one of them.

Nobody spoke for a moment.

Outside laughter and muffled music bled through the walls while silence settled heavily inside the cramped space.

Awkward.

Painfully awkward.

Then Sukuna finally broke it.

“Well,” he drawled lazily, “this is intimate.”

You stared at him in disbelief despite barely being able to see his face properly. “You are unbearable.”

“You say that a lot.”

“Because it keeps being true.”

A low chuckle came from Toji somewhere beside you.

“There she goes again,” he murmured.

“Oh my god, are both of you always this annoying?”

“Yes,” Sukuna answered immediately.

“Toji’s slightly less annoying than you,” you muttered.

“Wow,” Sukuna deadpanned. “I’m devastated.”

“You’ll survive.”

“Toji,” Sukuna sighed dramatically, “why does she hate me?”

“Probably your personality.”

“See?” you pointed vaguely into the darkness. “He gets it.”

“Careful,” Sukuna warned teasingly. “You compliment him too much and he’ll start thinking you like him better.”

A laugh escaped you before you could stop it.

Short.

Accidental.

But both of them noticed immediately.

You realized it the second silence fell again.

“…What?” you asked cautiously.

“You laughed,” Sukuna said.

“No I didn’t.”

“You literally did,” Toji added.

“I breathed.”

“That’s embarrassing,” Sukuna mused. “You’re getting comfortable around us.”

“I would rather get hit by a car.”

“You’re dramatic.”

“And you’re obsessed with irritating me.”

“Maybe because your reactions are entertaining.”

You rolled your eyes, shifting slightly against the wall— and instantly regretted it when your shoulder brushed directly against Toji’s chest.

Your entire body stiffened.

The closet suddenly felt even smaller somehow.

“Relax,” Toji said quietly.

“I am relaxed.”

“You jumped.”

“I did not.”

“You definitely did,” Sukuna added smugly.

You wanted to strangle both of them.

Outside the closet, your friends were still laughing loudly every few seconds, probably imagining all kinds of ridiculous scenarios already.

Meanwhile you were stuck in a cramped dark space slowly losing your sanity.

Then Sukuna suddenly spoke again.

“You know,” he said casually, “I think she likes you more.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned immediately. “Not this again.”

“Toji got a laugh outta you.”

“You two are acting like middle schoolers.”

“You didn’t deny it though.”

“I literally hate both of you equally.”

“That sounds dishonest,” Toji murmured.

Your eyes narrowed.

Even in the dark, you could practically hear the amusement in his voice.

“You’re really confident for someone trapped in here too,” you shot back.

“I’m not trapped in here with you,” Sukuna said lazily. “You’re trapped in here with us.”

“You are so corny.”

“You smiled again.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

The confidence in his voice made your stomach twist with irritation.

Or maybe something else.

You didn’t want to think about that possibility.

Then suddenly, movement.

Toji shifted closer slightly, probably trying to lean against the wall better in the cramped space, but the motion forced you forward unexpectedly.

Right into Sukuna.

Your breath caught instantly when his hand grabbed your arm automatically to steady you.

The entire closet went quiet.

Completely quiet.

His grip wasn’t rough.

That somehow made it worse.

Your heart stuttered stupidly in your chest as you looked up—and realized just how close he actually was now.

Too close.

Close enough to feel warmth.

Close enough to hear breathing.

Close enough that if either of you moved even slightly—

“You good?” Sukuna asked softly.

Softer than before.

Different.

And before you could answer, Toji suddenly leaned down near your ear from behind, voice low enough to send heat straight up your spine.

“Careful,” he murmured. “You’re getting nervous.”

You hated how easily Toji could say things like that—calm, close, completely unbothered while the air between all three of you felt like it had thickened into something harder to ignore. His voice was right behind you, low enough that it didn’t belong to the chaos outside anymore. Outside, your friends were still laughing, still shouting nonsense through the door, still treating this like a joke.

Inside, it didn’t feel like one anymore.

“I’m not nervous,” you said quickly.

It came out sharper than you meant it to.

Sukuna let out a quiet laugh in front of you. “That was immediate. That’s usually a tell.”

“Shut up.”

“See?” he continued, like you hadn’t spoken at all. “She’s defensive now too.”

“I’ve been defensive since I got shoved in here with two people who I hate the most don’t know when to stop talking.”

“Toji doesn’t talk that much,” Sukuna added casually.

“Don’t drag me into your argument,” Toji replied.

But he didn’t move away.

That was the problem.

None of them did.

The closet was still dark, but your eyes had adjusted enough now that shapes were clearer—Sukuna in front of you, shoulders slightly angled like he was still blocking the narrow space without even trying. Toji behind you, closer than before, his presence steady and heavy in a way that made it impossible to forget he was there.

And you.

Stuck in the middle of it.

Perfect.

“Ten minutes is a long time,” Sukuna said after a beat, voice lighter again. “We could actually get to know each other.”

“I already know you’re insufferable.”

“That’s surface level.”

“There is no deeper level I want to explore.”

Toji hummed faintly behind you, almost like he was amused by the back-and-forth rather than participating in it. “She’s consistent at least.”

“Don’t compliment me,” you muttered.

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

“It felt like one.”

“Then you’re imagining things,” he said simply.

That should’ve ended it.

That should’ve ended it.

It didn’t.

Instead, Sukuna shifted slightly forward. Not enough to touch you—but enough that the space changed again. Like he’d decided standing still wasn’t enough anymore.

“You’re still avoiding eye contact,” he noted.

“There’s nothing to look at.”

“That’s a lie,” he said instantly.

Your eyes snapped up.

Bad decision.

Because he was already looking at you.

Fully focused now, no humor in the expression this time—just that familiar sharp attention that made it feel like he was picking apart every reaction you tried to hide. Like he was waiting for something.

“You’re really serious about hating us, huh?” Sukuna asked.

“I don’t do fake reactions,” you said.

“That’s not what I asked.”

A pause.

Then Toji, quieter: “She doesn’t hate us.”

You turned your head slightly, immediately irritated. “Excuse me?”

He didn’t even sound phased. “If you actually hated us, you wouldn’t still be standing here arguing.”

“That’s not how that works.”

“It kind of is,” Sukuna added.

“Oh my god, you two are so—”

Your words cut off when Toji shifted again.

closer.

Not aggressive. Not sudden.

Just… closing distance in a way that made the cramped closet feel even smaller than it already was.

You could feel him now.

Too clearly.

Your voice lowered without permission. “Can you stop moving?”

“Why?” Toji asked.

“Because there’s nowhere else to go.”

“That’s kind of the point.”

Sukuna laughed under his breath. “He’s enjoying this.”

“I’m not enjoying anything,” Toji replied, but there was something faintly amused in it anyway.

You exhaled sharply through your nose, trying to ignore the way your pulse felt annoyingly aware of every inch of space—or lack of it.

Outside, someone shouted something indistinct.

The group still existed.

The party still existed.

But it felt distant now. Like another room entirely.

Inside the closet, the silence stretched again.

Then Sukuna spoke, softer this time.

“You always this tense around people you hate?”

“I’m not tense.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“You are,” Toji added, like it was fact.

"Oh shut the fuck up," You shot a look toward him. “Why are you agreeing with him?”

“Because he’s right.”

That made you pause.

A second of silence followed—heavier than the others.

You hated that your body was reacting before your brain could catch up. Hated that you were hyper-aware of everything: the warmth, the proximity, the way Sukuna wasn’t joking as much anymore, the way Toji’s voice had dropped lower since earlier.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to feel.

It was supposed to be stupid.

Funny.

Over in ten minutes.

Not… this.

Sukuna tilted his head slightly. “You’re thinking too hard.”

“I’m not thinking at all.”

“Liar.”

You scoffed. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know you don’t back down easily,” he said immediately.

That landed differently than you expected.

Not teasing.

Just observant.

Toji’s voice followed, quieter again. “And I know you’re not scared of us.”

Your breath caught for half a second before you forced it out.

“That’s not what this is,” you said.

“Then what is it?” Sukuna asked.

You didn’t answer immediately.

Because the truth was annoying.

It was cramped space and too much attention and two people who refused to treat you like you were invisible in a room full of noise. It was them watching you like you were something worth reacting to instead of someone easy to ignore.

It was—

“Ten minutes,” you finally said. “That’s what this is.”

Sukuna hummed. “We’re halfway through.”

“Don’t remind me.”

Toji shifted again—slower this time. Careful, but still closing distance in a way that made your back instinctively press further into the wall.

Not from fear.

From awareness.

“Relax,” he said again, softer than before.

You let out a short laugh. “You keep saying that like it means anything.”

“It does.”

“It really doesn’t.”

Sukuna took another step forward.

Now there was barely space left in front of you at all.

“Here’s something I’m curious about,” he said.

You narrowed your eyes. “Of course you are.”

“If we were actually the problem,” he continued, ignoring you, “you would’ve left the moment the door opened.”

You froze slightly.

“That’s not—”

“But you didn’t,” he finished.

Silence again.

Thicker this time.

You opened your mouth to argue—

—but Toji leaned down slightly behind you, close enough that his voice brushed the edge of your ear again.

“Time’s almost up,” he murmured.

And for the first time since the door closed—

you realized you weren’t thinking about the ten minutes anymore.

You were thinking about how close they still were.

How neither of them had moved away.

everything would change.

── დ ──

The closet felt smaller with every passing second, the air thick and heavy with their combined scents—Toji’s earthy musk mixed with Sukuna’s sharper, almost metallic edge. Your back pressed against the wall, heart hammering as their bodies boxed you in without a single inch of space left between you.

Toji’s broad chest hovered inches from yours, his scarred hand already resting on your hip like he owned it, while Sukuna’s crimson eyes locked onto your face with that predatory smirk, one hand braced above your head on the shelf.

Your confidence cracked first. You swallowed hard, voice coming out shakier than you wanted. “This dare is stupid. I’m leaving.” You tried to push past Toji, but his grip tightened instantly, fingers digging into your waist hard enough to bruise.

“Running already, doll?” Toji’s voice dropped low and rough, no trace of his usual lazy drawl. He leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear as he spoke. “Door’s locked from the outside for the next ten minutes. You ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

Sukuna chuckled darkly, stepping in to block any other escape route, his larger frame crowding you from the side.

“Look at her face. All flushed and pretending she doesn’t want this. Pathetic little thing. You’ve been eye-fucking us both all night and now you act shy?” His hand shot out, gripping your chin to force your gaze up to his. “Stay. Or we make you.”

You slapped his wrist away, anger flaring hot in your chest even as heat pooled between your thighs. “Fuck off, both of you. This isn’t funny anymore.”

But your protest died when Toji’s free hand slid up under your skirt without warning, fingers dragging along your inner thigh until they cupped your pussy through your panties. The thin fabric was already soaked.

“Wet as fuck,” Toji growled, rubbing slow circles over your clit. “Told you she likes it when we team up on her. Enemies or not, we both know what this slut needs.”

Sukuna’s hand joined his, yanking your panties aside roughly so two thick fingers plunged straight into your cunt. The stretch burned deliciously as he curled them deep, scissoring your walls while Toji’s thumb kept grinding your swollen clit.

You gasped, knees buckling, but they held you upright between them. “She’s dripping down my hand already. Greedy hole sucking me in like it’s starving.”

You moaned despite yourself, head falling back against the wall as they worked you in tandem—Sukuna pumping his fingers hard and fast while Toji slapped your clit lightly, sharp little stings that made your hips jerk.

Their mouths descended at once. Toji claimed your lips in a sloppy, bruising kiss, tongue shoving deep and tangling with yours while Sukuna latched onto your neck, biting and sucking marks that would show for days.

Spit trailed down your chin from the messy kiss, and Toji pulled back just to spit into your open mouth before diving in again.

"Open wider, whore,” Sukuna snarled against your throat, adding a third finger to stretch your pussy wider. “Gonna ruin this cunt before we even fuck you.”

He pulled his fingers out only to slap your pussy hard, the wet sound echoing in the tight space, then shoved them back in knuckle-deep. Your walls clenched around him as another orgasm built fast and sharp.

Toji yanked your top down, freeing your tits so he could pinch and twist your nipples viciously, rolling the sensitive buds until tears pricked your eyes. “Look at these pretty tits bouncing while Sukuna fingers you stupid. Bet you want both our cocks stuffing you full, don’t you? Say it.”

You shook your head, defiant even as your body betrayed you, hips rocking down onto Sukuna’s thrusting fingers. “N-no… fuck you.”

Sukuna laughed, pulling his fingers free to shove them into your mouth instead, making you taste your own arousal. “Suck. Clean them like the nasty cumdump you are.”

While you obeyed, gagging slightly on his thick digits, Toji freed his cock and rubbed the fat head against your soaked folds. He didn’t wait—slamming inside in one brutal thrust that punched the air from your lungs. Your walls stretched painfully around his girth, but the burn only made you wetter.

Sukuna freed his own cock next, pressing it against your lips. “Choke on mine while he wrecks your pussy.” He gripped your hair tight, forcing his length down your throat in one go.

They both had you gagging and moaning around him, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth as Toji pounded into you from below, each thrust lifting your feet off the ground. His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur while Sukuna face-fucked you mercilessly, balls slapping your chin.

They competed for every reaction—Toji spanking your ass with sharp cracks that left your skin burning, Sukuna biting down on your nipple hard enough to draw a cry around his cock.

When Toji pulled out to flip you around, bending you over so Sukuna could take your pussy next, the pink-haired man didn’t hesitate. He drove in deep, railing you with punishing strokes while Toji spread your ass cheeks and spat on your tight hole, working one finger inside your ass to stretch you for more.

"Gonna take us both,” Toji rasped, lining his cock up with your ass once Sukuna pulled back slightly. They worked in sync, double penetrating you in the cramped closet—Toji’s cock spearing your ass while Sukuna’s filled your pussy to the brim.

The stretch was obscene, your body shaking as they thrust in alternating rhythms, filling you completely with every snap of their hips. Sloppy kisses landed wherever they could reach—your shoulders, neck, mouth when they turned your head—while degradation spilled from their lips.

“Such a filthy slut, taking two cocks like you were made for it,” Sukuna grunted, slapping your clit in time with his thrusts. “Cum on us. Now.”

You shattered hard, pussy and ass clenching around them as waves of pleasure crashed through you. They didn’t stop, fucking you through it and into another, then another, until your legs gave out.

Toji came first, flooding your ass with hot cum that leaked out around his cock. Sukuna followed seconds later, pumping your pussy full until it overflowed, thick ropes mixing with your juices.

But they weren’t finished with you yet. Toji pulled out slowly, his cock still half-hard and glistening, only to spin you around and drop you to your knees on the closet floor. “Clean me up, doll. Use that pretty mouth like the cock-hungry slut you are.”

His hand tangled in your hair, guiding you forward as you opened wide and took him deep, tasting the mix of your own arousal and his release on your tongue.

You gagged as he thrust shallowly, spit dripping down your chin while Sukuna knelt behind you, spreading your cheeks and shoving two fingers back into your cum-slick ass.

He worked them in and out roughly, scissoring to keep you stretched and open, his free hand reaching around to slap your clit in sharp, stinging bursts that made your hips buck.

Sukuna’s voice was a low growl against your ear. “Look at this greedy little hole still twitching for more. Bet you want us to switch this time—my cock buried in your ass while Toji wrecks that sloppy cunt again.”

He yanked his fingers free and replaced them with the thick head of his dick, pushing in without mercy until his hips met your ass. The burn mixed with pleasure as he started pounding, each thrust forcing you further onto Toji’s length in your mouth.

Toji held your head steady, forcing eye contact as he fucked your throat, tears streaming down your face from the intensity. “That’s it, mama. Take it all. Choke on this dick while he ruins your ass.”

They moved in tandem again, double penetration hitting deeper in this new angle. Sukuna’s hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises, pulling you back onto him with every snap of his pelvis, while Toji’s cock slid in and out of your throat, saliva and precum mixing in messy strings.

Your body trembled through another orgasm, walls fluttering around nothing until Toji reached down to rub your swollen clit in tight circles. Sukuna leaned over your back, biting down on your shoulder as he came again, pumping another thick load deep into your ass.

The sensation triggered Toji, who pulled out just enough to paint your tongue and lips with his second release, forcing you to swallow every drop before shoving back in to make sure you took it all.

Finally spent, they eased out of you, cum leaking from both holes in thick trails down your thighs. Toji helped you to your feet, his touch surprisingly steady as he tugged your clothes back into place with a smirk.

Sukuna wiped a stray streak of release from your chin with his thumb, pushing it between your lips for one last taste. The charged silence lingered for a beat, their bodies still close, breaths mingling in the tight space.

Then the closet door clicked open from the outside, light spilling in as laughter echoed from the party beyond. You stepped out on shaky legs, their eyes following you with that same unified hunger, the night far from over.

── დ ──

The noise of the party hit you all at once.

Music. Voices. Someone shouting over a drinking game across the apartment. The bass vibrating through the floor hard enough to pull you back into reality after what had just happened behind that closed door.

Except reality didn’t feel real anymore.

Not when you could still feel their attention on you like heat crawling across your skin.

The crowd immediately exploded the second all three of you stepped out.

“OH MY GOD.”

“NO WAY.”

“Why do they all look like that—”

“I KNEW SOMETHING HAPPENED.”

“Shut UP,” you snapped immediately, glaring at your friends while trying desperately to ignore the smirks spreading around the room.

Unfortunately, your voice lacked its usual bite.

Which only made everyone react worse.

Sukuna walked out behind you looking entirely too pleased with himself, hands shoved lazily into his pockets while people immediately started yelling questions at him from the couch.

“How was it?”

“Did anyone die?”

“You look evil right now.”

“I always look evil,” Sukuna answered smoothly.

“Toji?” someone else called.

Toji only shrugged once, calm as ever, though there was something unreadable sitting behind his expression now. Something quieter. More dangerous.

Then his gaze flicked toward you again.

Your stomach tightened instantly.

Yeah.

You needed air.

Now.

“I’m going outside,” you muttered quickly.

Nobody stopped you this time.

The apartment balcony was colder than expected, crisp night air hitting your face the second you stepped outside. The city lights blurred in the distance beneath the dark sky while muffled music still pulsed faintly through the walls behind you.

Finally.

Silence.

Well—almost silence.

The balcony door slid open again less than thirty seconds later.

You didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was.

“You always run away after getting your brains fucked out, brat?” Sukuna’s voice teased lightly.

“I’m not flustered.”

“Sure.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning against the railing. “Do you ever stop talking?”

“No.”

Another presence stepped onto the balcony.

Toji.

Of course.

“You two asshole's travel in pairs now?” you muttered.

“Seems like it,” Sukuna replied.

For a moment, nobody said anything.

For a moment, nobody said anything.

The tension from the closet still lingered heavily between all three of you, quieter now but somehow more dangerous outside the chaos of the party. The city wind tugged lightly at your clothes while distant sirens echoed somewhere far below.

Then Toji spoke.

“You’re thinking too hard again.”

You looked over at him. “You say that like you can read minds.”

“No,” he answered simply. “You just get quiet when something matters.”

That caught you off guard enough to shut you up for half a second.

Sukuna noticed immediately.

“There it is again,” he said with a grin. “That look.”

“What look?”

“The one where you don’t know what to say.”

“I always know what to say.”

“Not tonight.”

You hated how right he was.

Everything tonight had thrown you off balance in the worst possible way. They got under your skin too easily. Knew exactly how to provoke reactions out of you. And somehow, despite all the arguing and tension and constant fighting—

you hadn’t walked away.

The realization sat heavier now than it did in the closet.

You exhaled slowly, staring out over the city lights. “You both are seriously annoying.”

Sukuna laughed softly. “There she is.”

“But,” you admitted reluctantly, “I guess tonight wasn’t completely terrible.”

A dramatic gasp came from Sukuna instantly.

“Toji, did you hear that? She likes us.”

“Don’t push it.”

Toji’s mouth twitched faintly, almost another smile.

The balcony fell quiet again after that, but this time it wasn’t awkward.

It was easier.

Warmer.

Like something between all three of you had shifted permanently.

Inside the apartment, your friends were probably still losing their minds trying to figure out what happened in that closet. Tomorrow would be unbearable. The teasing alone would probably haunt you for weeks.

But strangely enough?

You didn’t really care.

Not when Sukuna was leaning lazily against the balcony doorway watching you with open amusement.

Not when Toji stood beside you in comfortable silence like he’d always belonged there.

And definitely not when, for the first time all night, you realized you were smiling too.

Maybe this night had changed everything after all.

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A/N: this story style was heavily inspired by @jazzthatonewriterchick and this whole story was requested from @sirensdairy