you didn't mean for things to turn out the way they did, curled up on choso's lap while the blanket that covers the two of you doesn't quite reach your toes the way you'd like.

so you lean down, shirt riding up to show the waistline of your lace panties while you graze the blanket.

you grunt, leaning forward more. the heat from between your thighs is just blazing, unintentionally grinding against choso while you finally get the blanket to cover you properly.

then, after you've leaned back to normal, you swivel your hips a bit to get comfy.

that's when his hands grip your hips bruisingly hard, a sharp inhale passing through his teeth.

you're clueless, glancing behind you to see rosy cheeks and those tired eyes burning holes into the tv.

he pushes your hips down and you gasp, sudden realization hitting you when the large bulge slams against your clit through your clothes. he's hard – because of you.

you turn to stare at him again, watching the way he pretends to be locked in on the tv.

so you glance over.

yuji's playing a game on his phone, completely enamored with the small screen.

something filthy swirls in your gut, chewing on your bottom lip as you grind down against him again.

choso's hold on you is so tight his knuckles whiten, cutting off his own breathing when he pushes up towards you.

it becomes a back and forth. you grind down on him, he pushes back. neither of you say a peep, just silently getting off on the feeling of one another until you both need more.

he pushes you forward a bit and you feel him shuffle, arousal hitting its high when you feel the heat of his cock pulse against your skin.

you inhale sharply, carefully watching yuji while you pull your shorts and panties aside. you bite down on your bottom lip and hold your breath, hands shaking while you lift your weight up and slowly back up.

you slide yourself along his cock, clit grazing against the tip in a way that makes your eyes roll. then, when you know you've spread enough wetness along it, you slowly drop.

"shit-" he whispers, fingernails digging into your skin while you sink down on his cock.

it takes all of your energy not to moan, jaw clenched tightly and face burning.

you sneak a glance towards his face, lips pursed, watching the completely blank stare he has glued to the tv screen.

when you've finally fully sheathed his dick in you, your pussy's throbbing around him. you're stretched to your limit, the tip prodding against that spongy button that makes you go crazy.

you don't dare move, just quietly breathing. your hands grip the blanket tightly, just waiting to see if choso does anything else.

he doesn't for a minute, completely rigid and still holding onto your hips for dear life.

the tv's loud enough, but you can still hear his heavy breaths in your ear. the way his chest heaves pressed against your back.

you're pulsing around him, the room suddenly feeling like it's so much smaller and hotter, the tv something that's impossible to focus on. he slowly drags your body up, then back down on his cock again.

you stifle a whimper, eyes full of fear as you glance at him.

you shake your head, mouthing 'i can't' to him.

but he can't get over the way your pussy squeezes him every time you jump and get all worried.

the loveseat creaks loudly when he shallowly fucks into you, both of you freezing.

you glance over to where yuji is with wide eyes, blood running cold when he stiffens for a moment.

both of you watch wordlessly as he glances at the two of you for a split second before he's back to his phone.

you let out a breath of air, the heavy worry weighing your chest down.

choso bucks up into you and your eyes roll back, mouth falling open.

slick sounds echo into the air quietly, his cock slamming against the pools of your arousal while he moves.

"please…" you whisper, voice cracking.

he leans to speak lowly into your ear, "my room?"

you meet his gaze and nod frantically, walls spasming around his cock.

it's hard to stop now, but you pull yourself off of his cock and adjust your clothes. your legs wobble a bit as you stand up. "gonna go to the bathroom." you say to yuji, voice faltering while you walk past him.

you head down the dark hallway, slowly opening up choso's bedroom door and slinking inside the room.

it's dark except for his dim nightlight, a subtle glow expanding around the room.

you carefully walk to his bed, peeling your clothes off and setting them down on his desk chair. 

the window's open, the sound of leaves blowing around in the wind filling your ears. you shiver from the cold, goosebumps pebbling up your body as you sit down on his soft duvet.

the floor creaks outside of the room, door creaking open as you watch a tall shadow quickly come in and close the door.

you watch in the dim glow as he looks at you, lidded eyes traveling from your eyes down all the way to your feet. 

"shit." he breathes, quick to take off his tee and sweatpants, boxers following along to the pile of fabric splayed out on the floor.

you gawk at him for a moment, gaze falling to the ridges of muscle that slowly trail down to his v-line, then admiring the sight of his thick cock. you inhale sharply; he's just beautiful.

he walks swiftly towards where you're sitting, warm hands urgently reaching out to cup your tits.

his breathing is heavy as he leans in, lips slamming into yours. his tongue brushes against yours, wet and deliberate in a way that has your thighs pressing together.

he pushes you back, lips leaving yours while he slowly guides you until your head is pressed into his pillows.

he stares down at you, hands on either side of your head. "can i eat you out?"

you raise your eyebrows before nodding with a hum, a small smile forming while he trails wet and sloppy kisses down your neck.

he makes his way lower and lower until his face is lined up with your pussy, fingers spreading it open while he looks up at you. your breath hitches when he spits on your clit, thumb smearing it all around.

you whimper lowly when he licks along your slit, his tongue flattening out against your clit.

two fingers slowly push into your cunt, curling upwards while his lips wrap around your clit and suck hard.

wet, jagged noises start to echo in the room with each quickened thrust of his fingers, your back arching off of the bed as the steady swelter of an orgasm builds up in your abdomen.

"choso, i-" you cut yourself off with a loud moan, eyes clamping shut and toes curling into the duvet.

your fingers drag down to his hair, hips grinding into his touch and mouth while you pull on his hair.

he groans into your pussy at the feeling of his hair being pulled, the vibrations from his voice causing you to rip right off of the edge quicker than you'd thought you would.

your back arches hard, a long whimper passing through your lips while you grind against his face. he works you through every wave of pleasure, fingers squelching deep within you until you're squirming away from him.

he pulls them out and licks them, eyes darkened while he looks up at you.

his face is glistening with your release, tongue poking out to gather it and swallow it down.

"flip over, baby."

your chest tightens at the pet name, legs like jelly as you force yourself onto your knees for him. 

he slaps your ass, "fuck, that's nice." he mutters before you feel his hands grip your hips.

the tip of his cock presses slowly against your pussy, kissing the puffy lips before slowly sinking in. your jaw drops, eyes clamping shut as he pushes in to the hilt with no resistance.

"takin' me in so good, baby." he slurs, slowly pulling out before slamming back in so hard that you drop from your elbows.

you whine, arching your back into him with each heavy thrust. "p-please, harder."

he laughs breathlessly and your toes curl at the sound, pussy clamping around him sporatically as he starts to pound into you.

the bed creaks with each thrust, the sound of metallic squeaking probably loud enough for yuji to hear but neither of you really care about being caught anymore, too lost in the moment.

his hands pull on your hips and waist, dragging you up higher so he can thrust into you at a new angle – and that's the one that does you in.

you screech at the feeling of the blunt head of his cock slamming against a spot that you've never had touched before. "ohmygod-" you breathe, fisting the sheets helplessly.

"that good?" he asks, voice lower than normal as he starts drilling in on that spot on purpose.

you can't even muster another word, mouth stuck to form an 'o' while sparks of white hot pleasure tear through your entire body.

he huffs out a soft laugh, leaning down to rub at your clit while he nudges into you.

you cum for a second time at a pathetically quick rate, pussy spasming around him while you start to sob into his pillow.

he groans, "atta girl, cum f'me." he starts to thrust more sloppily, hips sputtering as if he's close to his own release too.

his fingernails dig into your hips, a low growl coming out as he suddenly thrusts deeply into you and stills.

you feel every hot spurt of cum as he fills you up, clamping around him until he's been milked dry.

he slowly pulls out of you and you topple over on the mattress, lying down on your side while you struggle to breathe. he just lies down beside you, arms tucked behind his head as he stares at the ceiling.

you glance over at him, "we gotta go back out to yuji…"

"you really want to?"

you shrug, adjusting yourself to curl around his chest and lay on him. "i'm scared he heard us."

you're not even sure when it got to this point. but by the time conversation dies out, neither of you can keep eye contact. and you always end up walking into your front door alone.

the moment the door closes behind you, you always end up kneeling on the floor, hands covering your face as tears well up.

when did it become like this?

you think it might've been the first time he stayed longer than usual, dragging on conversation a little too far.

maybe - maybe it was the one time that he picked you up in his car but nothing happened. you just talked to each other for hours, driving around town.

none of that matters when he treats you like a ghost in front of everyone, though.

a simple head nod as a hello, not even a second glance at you when you try to strike up conversation.

oh… and the sting that hits your soul when yuji brags about him.

let's not even get into that.

yuji acts as if choso's the sun, a lightbringer for everyone who interacts with him. but you only see him under the moonlight, and god forbid he ever let the light hit both of you at the same time.

it's a rainy tuesday. foggy roads, headlights peering around town as you walk home. your sneakers splash into puddles, eyes glued to the sidewalk.

brakes squeak next to you, a mechanical whir echoing from a window being opened on a car. "hey, need a ride?"

you turn your head and lock eyes with choso, nodding silently. he unlocks the door and you climb in, pushing the hood of your sweatshirt off of your head as you smooth out your hair.

you wish you didn't like being in the familiar space of his car. you can smell the black ice car freshener that almost overwhelms the car, the quiet whir of the heat.

it's cozy to you in its own way, down to the beat up cupholders and shitty ac.

he pulls off and drives down the streets, and you know exactly where he's heading. you're going to his apartment, probably.

"remember to buckle up." he speaks up, a hand reaching out and gripping onto your thigh. the feeling makes you want to curl away from him, run away and tell him you've had enough of this.

but you buckle up, the click of the seatbelt loud compared to the rain.

you'd do whatever he asked of you, and you hate that about yourself.

you hate the tingle that sparkles down your spine when your eyes glance down at his hand on you, the way you instinctively press your thighs close together and feel his hand squeeze.

your gaze looks towards the passenger window, flashes of buildings and people with umbrellas going by as you take in the sights you've seen dozens of times.

you anticipate the route; the left turn near the cafe you and your friends hang out at, then the right that takes you into his neighborhood where him and yuji stay in the same apartment building.

he only lets you come over when yuji's not home.

to make sure that nobody catches you and him walk out of his place.

he pulls into the parking garage, the slow thrum of the engine purring as he pulls into the same parking spot he always chooses, his hand leaving your thigh cold. 

you glance over while he puts his hand on your seat to back into the spot, meeting his eyes for just a second before he looks away. it leaves a little ache in your chest, but you push it down.

"yuji's… not home, right?" you ask.

"yeah."

you nod, glancing down at your feet.

the engine shuts off, quiet rain crashing into the concrete the only noise that separates you from utter silence. he opens his door and you do the same, following behind him as he walks towards the back entrance to the apartments.

god forbid you get seen by one of the workers at the desk, right?

neither of you say a word, lingering beside one another as your wet shoes squeak against the floors. you walk up the same flight of stairs you always do, but it feels different today.

his fingers brush against yours as you walk but you flinch away today, hissing an inhale when you realize what you did.

you glance over to him and notice the way his lips press together, eyes devoid of emotion as he starts walking faster than you. you frown.

you didn't mean to fuck things up already.

and in his eyes? it's confirmation: he's not good enough for you.

he unlocks the door wordlessly, keys clinking together in a mass as he pushes the door open and lets you walk in first. you click the light on, walking through the small hallway that juts out into his living room.

you glance out the shaded windows, eyes falling to the rain that cascades down to the dead grass. you feel the ghost of his touch on your waist, turning and locking eyes.

"you okay?" he asks, softness finally crossing his features.

you nod slowly, "yeah, sorry. just tired."

his touch firms on you, an arm wrapping steady around your waist and pulling you into his chest. 

your reaction is immediate. heart beating quicker, face warming, that distinct tightening sensation deep in your chest that always happens when he touches you like this.

you fucking hate it.

he peers down at you, searching for something in your eyes that you'll never show him.

it makes your stomach twist in knots.

his hands feel so warm through your clothes, an almost overwhelming sensation, and you aren't sure if you want the touch or if you want to push him away again just to see how he reacts.

"you sure?" he asks, something flashing on his face.

"i said i'm fine."

he stills at your tone - it's something that nobody else would really notice, the edge to your voice. but he notices.

his grip loosens just slightly, like he’s already pulling himself back before you can.

“right.” he murmurs, more to himself than you.

he seems annoyed, jaw setting as he sighs quietly. it's your turn to search for something that's tucked away now, but you know he's upset because you're upset.

so rather than talk about your feelings, you just grip onto the fabric of his sweater and pull him close. he immediately tightens his hold on you, your head resting on his chest.

just hearing his heartbeat steadies you, melting away any of your anger or sadness.

it's so embarrassing how quickly he can do that. and how quickly you always fold.

one hand slides up your waist, over your chest and up until he's cupping your jaw, tilting your head up until you're locking eyes once more.

you might just be delusional when you say it, but you swear he looked in love for even just a moment.

he glances to your lips, then back to your eyes. you take the bait and lean in, kissing him deeply while your hands wrap loosely around his neck to pull him in closer.

he grunts against your lips, hand sliding back to your waist and somehow pulling you closer.

under the weight of his touch, you somehow forget about all of the tension. all you can focus on is how his taste is addicting, his tongue brushing against yours with fervor.

his hands slide to your hips, pushing you into him in a way that has you whimper into his mouth. he pulls back for a moment, pupils blown out and chest heaving.

neither of you say a word, walking to his bedroom and pushing the door open. you immediately pounce on him when the door shuts, lips crushing his as his hands grip you tight.

he pushes you towards the bed, your feet pedaling backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed.

you fall back, his arms bracing on either side of your head as his tongue explores your mouth.

you know you shouldn't be giving into him like this, but there's a small and innocent version of you deep in your heart who can't help it.

his hips grind into yours and you gasp, fingernails digging into the skin on the back of his neck. his lips leave yours, trailing down your neck and pressing hard into your collarbone.

you whine when he bites down on your flush skin, back arching into him. he pulls at the bottom of your shirt and you lean upwards, the shirt coming off and leaving you in your bra.

he pulls your pants down too, backing away to tug them off your feet and tossing them aside. he tugs off his own clothes, his cock straining against his boxers as he tugs his pants down.

you shiver in the cold, but his body warms you as he blankets you once more.

one hand slides between your bodies, fingers trailing your slit on top of your panties. your hips twitch, small noises passing your lips as he rubs circles into your clit through the fabric.

he knows just the right amount of pressure it takes to get you writhing beneath him in seconds, lips pressed against his as you shake and let out muffled cries.

you feel your panties soak through gradually, the wet squelch of the fabric from his fingers as you grind into his touch helplessly.

he finally slides the fabric aside, pads of his fingers pressing into your hard clit in a way that has your head spinning. 

you can feel your orgasm come hurdling towards you at a quick rate, sputtering and whining against him until it finally crashes. it's like you see stars in your vision, back arching into his chest and touch as you cum.

your pussy pulses around nothing, teeth biting down on his lip and making him groan into your mouth too.

he drags you through your high, only pulling his hand away when you start to twitch away from overstimulation.

as he stills above you, you gently push him back and kneel on the floor with wobbly legs. you look up at him with a small smirk, his hands lacing through your hair as he looks down at you.

"what are you doing?" he asks.

you just hum quietly to yourself, tugging his boxers down and running your hands along his cock. he grunts when your thumb brushes against the wet tip, and a pretty moan comes out when you lick a stripe up the length.

you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking on it and bobbing your head along it. he throws his head back, hands pulling your head along it and forcing himself down until you're gagging.

"fuck…" he whimpers, his nails digging into your scalp until you're whining against his cock.

"h-hey… if you don't stop- fuck- i'm gonna cum." he stutters out, but you pay him no mind.

he tugs on your hair and you just ignore him, sucking hard and taking him in fully until there's tears welling up in your eyes. your eyes meet his and he narrows his own down at you, bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

right when you feel him twitch and feel him shake a bit, you tear away and wipe some spit from your mouth. he just stares at you, blinking a few times before sighing.

"what?" you ask innocently, standing up and taking your bra and panties off. his eyes fall to your tits and he loses his train of thought, shaking his head.

"nothing."

he pushes you onto the bed, lifting your legs over his shoulders as he lines his cock up with your drenched pussy.

the tip nestles into your clit for a second and you whine at the feeling, overstimulated already as you glare at him.

he just smirks at you, teasing you a bit before pushing the tip in slowly. your shoulders relax at the feeling, head falling back to stare at the ceiling. your fingernails dig into the sheets as he fills you up, a delicious ache.

you could never get tired of this. seeing his face, the different ways he looks at you and how he fills you up so perfectly.

when he bottoms out, your chest is heaving beneath him from breathy moans. he leans down, lips wrapping around one of your nipples and sucking down on the sensitive peak.

you whine, pussy throbbing around him as one hand kneads your other tit. you push against him, wanting him to move already.

"please… move." you whine out, frowning down at him.

he just smirks while moving his mouth around your chest, small red marks left in his mouth's wake as he slowly trails up towards your own lips.

he kisses you hard, hips starting a rhythm that has your back arching. the tip hits every little spot in you that has you reeling, loud moans threatening to escape the kiss.

the bed creaks under the weight, a rhythmic noise that echoes against the walls atop of the skin slapping against skin that also threatens to be too loud.

he's always just rough enough to not be too much, each heavy thrust taking your breath away. every drag of his cock against your gummy walls is intoxicating, and the exact reason why you can't seem to stay away from him.

you're high on his touch, head spinning as you cry into his lips. he pulls your legs closer, the new angle making your vision whiten as an orgasm you didn't know was building up hits you hard.

you cum so hard you're crying, toes curling and pussy spasming against him in a way that has him groaning into your mouth and stilling his hips.

he cums too, heavy warmth that fills you deeply.

he kisses you for a bit longer, lips swollen against yours, and pulls away a moment later.

both of you are out of breath, loudly panting in his unkempt bed.

he finally pulls out a moment later, the hot cum leaking out of you. you race to the bathroom, grabbing your clothes on the way out the door and dressing in there after cleaning yourself up.

normally he does aftercare and takes care of you, but you just can't handle it today.

you hear a knock at the door as you pull your tee back over your head, cracking the door open and locking eyes with choso again. he tilts his head at you, concern lacing his pretty face.

"if you need to talk, i'm here. i know something's up."

you shrug, "just had a long day's all. college sucks. i'm fine, choso."

he nods slowly, glancing down at your clothed body before grabbing onto your hand and lacing your fingers together.

you bite your lip, stiffening a bit for a split second before squeezing his hand. neither of you say another word, just walking out of the apartment with your fingers intertwined like it's normal.

but it's not…

and it makes your heart ache, because what if this means something?

you feel like you're buzzing, heartbeat quickening at the feeling of his steady hold as you walk down the staircase. but as you get halfway down the staircase, you hear someone's footsteps coming up.

yuji's face pops into view and choso forces his hand from yours, face going cold with no emotions as he basically shoves you away.

your heart drops and you glance at him, frown etching onto your face.

"yo! what's up guys? didn't think i'd see you two together." yuji says, glancing between the two of you curiously.

you smile awkwardly, "i was here to see you. i needed some help with our essay, but choso was kind enough to help me himself since you weren't home."

if yuji noticed your voice waver, he doesn't comment on it. "oh really? thanks, bro!"

you don't have to look at choso to feel the change in his demeanor - and it stings.

the detachment of anything to do with you, as if you didn't just fuck him in his house. in his bed. like you're just yuji's friend, and nothing more.

"yeah," you force out a fake laugh, "he even explained it so well i think i'll finally get an a in that course!"

yuji grins and gives you a high five, "awesome! choso walking you outside?"

"yeah. i'll be back in a bit." he finally says something, and you flinch at the tone.

he walks ahead of you after that. and you don't bother trying to catch up.

when you open the door and climb into his car, the air freshener's too much. the creaks and bumps are overwhelming. you feel like you're suffocating.

he doesn't turn on the radio when the car engine comes to life, just pulls forward and out of the garage wordlessly. then, once he's driven down the street a bit further, he speaks up.

"wow, that was a close one."

you just hum in response disinterestedly, eyes staring out the passenger window.

he doesn't even try to make conversation this time, and suddenly things are completely different than what your usual is. you're surprised he's even bringing you home in his car.

your jaw tightens, the sound of the rain slamming into the metal roof of the car suddenly too loud.

it's all too much, and you know what? you can't fucking do this anymore.

"why do you do this to me?" you speak up, voice shaking.

your fists are clenched on your lap, body shaking from the cold and the emotion that's finally coming out after being kept internally for such a long time now.

"is that all this is to you? a close one? something you can push aside after you get your rocks off?"

he doesn't reply.

you take that chance and continue, "you know, i'm pretty fucking tired of being a ghost when there's people around us. i know i'm worth more than being your secret…"

you inhale sharply, tears threatening to spill out. you've already said so much, at this point it wouldn't make it worse to just be completely forward.

"i love you, choso. and i have for a long time now."

his grip on the steering wheel tightens until his knuckles whiten, a deep breath coming from his chest as he stares out at the road in front of you.

he's stiff as a statue, unblinking and stoic.

you can see the internal battle in his eyes, the way he's trying to come up with words now.

but you don't realize that he's scared to ever say he loves you, because he's just not good enough for someone like you.

"...you shouldn't."

you scoff, fully turning towards him. "i shouldn't? really? we've been doing this routine for a year now. you can't tell me you don't feel that way."

the car slows to a stop at a red light, a loud crack of thunder shaking the car and causing you to jump a bit. your breathing's picked up, but it's different now.

"i don't love you."

you don't even react.

you just nod, lips in a tight line. you unbuckle your seatbelt while the light's still red, pop the door open, and walk out into the downpouring rain without a word.

and choso doesn't try to stop you.

*

crickets chirp loudly, a light breeze blowing through the afternoon air. it's summer now.

six months since choso broke your heart into little pieces, and you've moved on happily.

your friend group was trying so hard for months to get you to start seeing suguru geto, and after that night? you gave it a shot.

you'd seldom spoke with him before that because choso was the only thing on your mind, but once you actually got to know him you realized he was as sweet as can be.

and he wasn't afraid to show you off, either.

you're even out with your friends now, his hand tucked in yours as you walk down the street towards that little cafe you love to visit.

he knows your order. he knows your likes, your dislikes. he's what you'd been searching for in choso for months, and they even have the same vibe. so it's safe to say you have a type.

you sit with him and the others at a table, looking out the window and watching as cars drive by. 

it's a beautiful day out, and you can't help but smile lovingly when you see him get up with satoru and yuji to order your and the others drinks as you sit with nobara and shoko.

"awww, you look so cute in love!" nobara exclaims, sighing as she stares at you.

you flush at her voice, shaking your hand in the air. "shush, don't embarrass me. i just… i wish i listened to you guys sooner about him."

"instead of being hung up on yuji's lame ass brother? yeah." shoko scoffs, shaking her head.

you don't reply, eyeing the street and internally slapping yourself when the thought of him coming in here and talking to you in front of everyone crosses your mind.

even more so when you swear his car drives by, heart skipping a beat that you have to force away.

"here, princess."

you grin at the large hand that appears in front of you, silver ring coated fingers completely covering the coffee like it's tiny. you pluck the cup from his hands, feeling his arms wrap around you as he sits beside you.

"what'd you get?" you ask, eyeing his cup.

he smiles at you and hands you his drink and you sip it, flinching a bit at the heat. but it's not bad. "ooo, i bet mine's better."

"well yeah, because it's what you like." satoru interrupts, sitting down beside suguru and sticking his tongue out at you.

you roll your eyes with a grin. "sure, sure."

your hangouts with everyone are like peace has finally found you, and you no longer have to hide away in the shadows. the ache that settles deep in your chest hurts though.

because no matter how hard you try to move on, your mind always goes back to him.

his hair. his eyes. his voice. the way he would smile at you.

the thought brings your whole mood down, stare fixated on the window. face blank.

"you okay?"

you jump, glancing over to suguru and nodding. "yeah, sorry. i just… i dunno."

an arm slinks around you, pulling you into his side. he kisses your forehead gently. "please don't be sorry. you're not always going to be at 100%. just remember that i'm here if you need to talk."

you clench your jaw for a split second, remembering the last time you were told that.

"let's go for a walk! wanna head to the park?"

you glance up towards the group, a small smile forming.

you head out, walking down the streets towards one of the parks in town. the sun feels nice on your skin, the slight breeze coated in the scent of honeysuckle and suguru's sandalwood cologne.

he's not him… but he's close enough, right?

you try to shake the thoughts away, focusing on the bright green of the grass and the shrubs that are flowering. you don't want to spiral right now.

"c'mon!" nobara says, gripping your hand and slinging you away from suguru.

you laugh and jog with her, walking through the large entrance to the park and looking around. there's a lot of people around, several picnics happening and someone playing a guitar.

it's not long until you're all sat around a fountain, yapping away and laughing as a group. yuji and nobara are arguing about something small and suguru's arm is wrapped around you tightly.

and that's, of course, when you finally see him.

choso.

the smell of flowers, fresh cut grass, and sunscreen blurs into a headache as your eyes meet his. the smile on your face falls into nothing, your locked gaze unmoving.

he's wearing a tee that has one of your favorite bands on it, one that you used to compliment all the time.

you even think he has more tattoos now, or maybe he's wearing more jewelry?

you feel like your heart's stopped, emotions flooding into you to a dizzying degree.

his eyes only look away from you to follow the hand that's on you to the owner, a flash of something foreign crossing his face when he sees suguru.

the beautiful day outside suddenly feels like a cruel punishment.

you don't even realize everyone's gone silent until choso's shaking his head and walking in the opposite direction, all eyes on you now. 

and it feels like it's all too much.

suguru notices and doesn't say much, grabbing your hand and taking you away from everyone around you.

"we're gonna head back to her house, okay?"

he walks wordlessly, warm hand in yours and keeping you grounded while you're trying your hardest not to fall apart.

by the time you reach your apartment, the sun's beginning to finally set. it's hidden behind conclaves of beautiful clouds, and the sight of it just feels bittersweet to you.

you unlock your apartment door with shaky hands, inhaling sharply as the door opens and you walk inside. suguru follows close behind, his hand squeezing yours before he lets go.

"i think we should talk." he says, tone soft like he's trying not to hurt you.

your blood runs cold, anxiety spiking deep in your stomach. but you toughen up and nod, following him to your couch and sitting down beside him. he lets you sit on the left side by the arm of the couch like he knows you prefer.

"yeah?" is all you can muster, pulling your knees up towards your chest and folding yourself in.

"i saw how you looked at choso today. and how he looked at you." he starts, a hand grabbing yours. "i will not allow myself to stand between you and who you love."

you glance at him, eyes burning as tears threaten to come out. "it's not that… suguru, i do love you. but, if i'm being honest, i can't get over choso."

"then stop settling for me. as much as it hurts me, i care more about seeing you happy than my own feelings."

it's silent for a few seconds as you process it all.

and you don't know what it is about his words that does it, but you burst out into tears and dive into his chest. loud sobs wrack your body and he's quick to pull you into him.

it stays like that for a while. silence while he holds you close and you sob harder than you think you ever have before.

"i just- i don't know what to do." you cry out, feeling his hand rub your back gently.

"what do you mean?"

"he told me- he said he didn't love me. it's been half a year and it's all i can think about. how can i ever be happy after that?"

he scoffs, "if he's saying he doesn't love you, he's lying. you're a beautiful soul, and i know he sees that too."

he's quick to reach in his bag he'd been keeping in your apartment and give you one of his baggy shirts, helping you out with some chores around the house as you talk about your past, and then just lying in your bed with you. 

hours pass by where he holds you close while you sniffle, going through half a box of tissues. 

and in that moment, you realize that you really do love him. even if it's not quite at the same level as choso.

"i should probably go, it's my night to do dishes and i know satoru won't let me hear the end of it if they don't get done." suguru says, his hand gently brushing through your hair.

you frown, turning to look at him. "you can't stay the night?"

"not tonight, beautiful. i'm sorry."

you nod slowly, a heavy sigh passing your lips.

he climbs out of your bed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "if he hurts you… if he really thinks he's going to reject you again, i'll be your rebound. i want to be."

"it- it's not like that. i want you, too."

"i know."

you climb out of your bed, head aching from the crying. his t-shirt hangs down on your thighs, the fabric rubbing against your skin as you walk him to the door.

you give him a big hug at the door, relaxing into the touch. "goodnight, suguru. thank you. and i'm sorry…"

"please don't be sorry. get some sleep, okay? you need it. goodnight."

he tilts your head up to meet his eyes and kisses your lips one last time. you melt into it, but he pulls away and smiles at you before walking out the door.

the weight of being alone hits hard, but you just push through it and lie down in bed. your strip lights are a hue of purple tonight, eyes focusing on the way the purple illuminates your room.

the tv plays quietly as you stare upwards, tears welling up in your eyes again.

you want to text choso. you want to call him. you want to show up to his house and throw rocks at his window.

but instead, you're in your bed with a trash bin halfway filled with snotty tissues while you cry over him.

you're not sure when you finally drift off to sleep, but the weight of puffy eyes does become an easier method to fall asleep than staring at your ceiling.

your vision's blurred until you rub your eyes, checking the time and seeing that it's 2am.

you hear a knock on the door, jumping at the noise.

suguru's back?

you walk out of your bedroom, feet padding forward until you're unlocking the front door and opening it.

your eyes are wide.

it's choso.

waves of feeling overcome you, chest aching as your eyes meet his. his eyes trail over your body, his jaw clenching at the sight of you in suguru's shirt. 

he shuts his eyes tight for a moment before he's looking at you again, so much hidden beneath the surface but threatening to spill out.

"w-what are you doing here?"

he straightens a bit at your hoarse voice, suddenly noticing the tear stains on your face. he pushes you out of the way, walking inside of your apartment and looking around.

"what'd he do? did he hurt you?"

you take him in, the way his hair's wet. the way his clothes are too. the way rain's pouring down outside. the way shadows engulf him wholly.

and instead of saying a word, you yank him down by his dampened shirt and slam your lips against his.

you're ashamed. disgusted. but you missed this: the smell of his cologne, the taste of his tongue on yours, the weight of his lips.

he gasps against your kiss, hands immediately reaching beneath the shirt you have on and grasping your bare waist to pull you in close. 

you feel him pull a little, his foot slamming the door shut behind himself as he backs you into the wall. his hands slide to your hips, gripping you tight and picking you up.

his wet clothes seep into the dry shirt, but you don't even care.

you pull back just enough to breathe, chest heaving as he presses his forehead against yours. your eyes search his, noting the way his eyes look more tired than you'd ever seen them before.

"you said you didn't love me," you whisper, voice cracking as your eyes well up with more tears. "you let me walk away in the rain."

his grip on your hips tightens, "i'm sorry… i'm so sorry."

you want to scream at him, hit him, throw a tantrum.

"and you're in my house… you've never been in here before. you know that?"

he nods slowly, "yeah. i was too scared to come in here."

you pull back, dropping back to the ground and walking towards your bedroom. he follows close behind, eyes looking around at how the whole apartment is so uniquely you.

and suddenly the weight of realizing he's the reason he never got to be in here hits him hard, regret staining his face.

when you crack open your bedroom door and he sees the little bin full of tissues and the box on your nightstand, it's sobering. he can tell it's not suguru that made you break down randomly.

it was 100% him.

you sit down on your bed criss cross, the black flowery designed duvet beneath you still sprawled out from where you were sleeping. your tired eyes stare at the shadowed figure that's standing in the doorway, not quite crossing into the room.

"you can come in, you know." you sigh.

he looks around the room, at the posters on your wall and the dim purple glow that takes up the space, the way you have the tv playing quietly.

he steps in slowly, a weight he wasn't aware of dropping from his shoulders as he finally allows himself into your light.

your hands shake as he sits down on your bed, feeling like it's all just a dream to have him be in your space for once. you're not sure what to do, eyes on the way he just awkwardly sits there.

when he turns, sitting the same way you are to face you, you can't hold back.

tears well up in your eyes, so many emotions hitting you all at once. so many nights after being with him spent in this very room, staring up at the ceiling. and now he's here.

you feel pathetic when you start crying again, for the umpteenth time tonight. but choso wordlessly crawls towards you, pulling you into him.

your thighs are on either side of his hips as you straddle him, head buried in his chest while you bawl your eyes out.

"i'm so sorry." he whispers, voice cracking. you can feel him shaking, like fragile porcelain about to shatter.

it feels like every layer of self healing has been peeled back now, overwhelming ache nestling deeply into your chest and stomach until you're afraid it might spill out onto the floor.

through tears you lean up and kiss him, crying into the kiss that's messy and all over the place.

little hics come out of your throat in between bated breaths, feeling the way he grips onto your hips and digs his fingers into the skin.

it's a wet, sloppy motion of physicality that has small gasps and wet noises passing around, his hands caressing your skin from underneath another man's shirt.

and beneath the sorrow, want forms. a sickly pent up wall of lust that you can't control anymore, that sends you from crying into his mouth and coating his lips with your tears to grinding down on him and moaning.

you know it's wrong to be doing this - to feel this way. but you don't care.

not after so long, after nothing but dreaming of his touch. you can't bring yourself to worry about the consequences right now, lost in the way his fingers pull your hips down on him over and over again.

you pull back for a breath, feeling the heat of his own against your lips as you look at him. "choso…" you whisper, deep frown etched on your face.

"what, baby?"

your heart squeezes painfully. "can you please stay with me? even if it's just tonight…"

he doesn't use words to reply, just wordlessly pulling suguru's shirt off of your body and kissing you again. it's deeper, but hollow.

a muffled whine comes out of your throat when he pushes your hips down onto his erection hard, the friction just enough to stimulate your clit. you rock against him, breathing picking up as you feel him get harder.

"fuck," you hiss, pulling away and desperately pushing yourself off of him.

you peel your wet panties down and toss them next to suguru's shirt, hands shaking as you try to pry his cock out of his sweats.

he looks down at you with pupils blown out wide, doing the work himself and pulling the fabric down just enough to free his cock. you sit down on his lap again, naked and pressed into his clothed body.

you line up the tip and sink down, not even giving yourself a moment to adjust before the tip's settled in as deep as he can get.

you're shaking on top of him, arms wrapped around his neck while you inhale deeply. all you can smell is the mix of him and his car freshener with suguru's cologne pressed into your own skin.

some sick part of you allows it to fuel the moment, rocking your hips up and down until your bed creaks loudly.

small mewls pass your lips with each brush of his tip against the spot that always has you seeing stars, nipples burning from the dampened fabric of his shirt brushing against your chest with each heavy roll.

"p-please… don't hurt me again." you moan out, and he can feel the hot tears that hit his shoulders while you ride him.

he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you tight and thrusting upwards to meet your movements.

your breathy moans become louder, voice shaking with each deep thrust of his cock. the stretch almost aches after so long, but the pleasure is enough to wash away any pain.

his hands are the furthest from gentle, anchoring your body to him in a desperate attempt to stop you from somehow disappearing now.

"i won't," he rasps, his voice breaking against the shell of your ear. "i won't, i won't, i won't."

you could almost believe him if you blindsided yourself hard enough.

he shifts your bodies, back pushing against your pillows and and pulling you down with him so you’re still pinned together, his cock buried deep as he begins to find a rhythm that feels unreal.

the lights scatter on his face in broken fragments that blur through your tears, choked sounds viscerally tearing from your throat as his jaw tightens.

the rhythm breaks with the weight of desperation, neither of you able to break yourselves from the rawness of it all. it feels like he's trying to break away the pain of the past six months just through his movements alone.

his hands slide from your waist up to your face, his thumbs catching the fresh tears as he forces you to look at him. 

the purple light catches the silver of his piercings, almost too bright as you stare into his dark eyes.

"look at me," his voice breaks, ending with a soft groan.

the bedframe slams into the wall, a loud echo that almost drowns out the rain that's pouring down. you can hear the distant sound of sirens, an ambulance on a street nearby.

"w-what?" you whine, fingers digging into the collar of his shirt.

"i'll stay."

the words hit harder than any sex ever could, harder than he's pushing you right now. you let out a broken, jagged sob, your forehead dropping against his shoulder as you bite down on him through his shirt.

"liar," you moan into him, "you're such fucking liar, choso."

he doesn’t even flinch when your teeth sink into his shoulder. he just grunts, his hands sliding down to your ass to hitch you higher, forcing you to take every inch of him until you’re gasping and teetering right on the edge.

"not this time," he breathes out, the words vibrating against your chest. "not if it'll stop you from going back to him."

somehow that's what has you cumming, a screaming wail echoing against the walls of your bedroom as you crash. your pussy clamps around him like a vice, squelches roaring loudly as he fucks into you harder.

his hips stutter, all motion halting suddenly as he groans and fills you up with his cum. "fuck…" he whimpers, lips biting down onto the sensitive skin of your neck.

you flinch at the pain, whining out as you struggle to catch your breath.

the silence that follows is almost uncomfortable, the tv having automatically paused itself at some point during your reuniting moment.

he sucks in a deep breath as he pulls out, helping you off of his lap and onto your bed. you lie there naked as he sits next to you, eyes on his. you watch as he stands up, stomach dropping as you expect him to grab his keys off the dresser and leave.

but instead, he's pulling his shirt off and climbing into your bed.

it feels surreal, moving your body to climb beneath the blankets with him. feeling his arm wrap around you and pull you close, your head resting on his chest and hearing the steady patter of his heartbeat.

as you lie there, the tv being resumed and staring at the screen blankly, you can't help the pain that still nestles itself deep into your heart.

it's a wednesday evening; that just happened to be the day that your dinner plans could finally work out with everybody. you're wearing a little black dress, hair pulled back from your face and some makeup.

sitting beside you at the booth is kento. prim and proper as always. back straight, suit and tie neatly tucked, checking his watch here and there.

his thigh's pressed into yours, your eyes glancing at the sight and then back up to his face every so often with a small smirk on your face. you could stare at him for hours.

your friends are sat across from you, their eyes tired and just slightly disappointedly glancing between you and him.

you poke at him every so often, hands reaching down between you and teasingly touching his thigh or smacking your feet into his. when your hand brushes too close to somewhere, he grips your wrist tightly.

you can feel his body tense up, jaw clenching and a suppressed sigh passing his lips. he just glances at you with a look that says it all.

if you don't stop now, he's going to make you regret it.

"excuse me, i need to use the restroom. i'll be right back." kento says, glancing around before sliding out of the booth and walking away.

you raise an eyebrow at his back as he walks away, eyes peering over to your friends. "could you guys make this any more awkward?" you deadpan.

nobara snorts, "dude, be so serious. i know he's handsome and all… but really?"

"what do you mean? really what?"

"well… he's not exactly what we expected."

maki nods beside her, "yeah, he gives off the vibe of someone who's in bed by 9pm. and he definitely watches lame sitcoms on tv."

you roll your eyes. "you two are unreal. he's not boring. trust me, i'm more boring than he is…" your voice trails off, cheeks heating up as you stare down at the table hard.

kento's a fucking freak.

"wait, you're more boring? i don't believe that. but now i wanna know what you mean." nobara says, hands slapping together on the table as she stares at you intensely.

you sigh. "sexually. that's what i mean."

both of them look at you like you're crazy. and you might as well be. you never talk about sex with them anymore, it just feels too weird to mention the things you get up to these days.

"there's no way." maki says.

"there is a way though, seriously! he is crazy… like, i don't think i've ever cum so much in a relationship before either. he knows exactly what he's doing. i could seriously-"

a throat clears, and you jump, eyes glancing over to see kento's unimpressed gaze fixated on you. his sleeves are rolled up, thick forearms crossed on his chest tightly.

why did he have to come back now? when you're talking about sex for once…

"oh… hey…" you mumble, smiling at him awkwardly.

you just know he's not going to be pleased with you now. and the fear that settles into your gut twinges with equal parts arousal, mind wandering deeper.

"i took care of the bill tonight. my treat." he starts, glancing around the table. "but i think it's time we head home."

maki and nobara are completely silent, just nodding with dangerously straight faces as they glance at you. they see it now, the stoicism that just drips with dominance beneath the surface.

and based on his tone? he's pissed.

when you leave the restaurant and head out to his car, he opens the door for you as always. but the moment you sit down, he slams the door.

it causes you to flinch, but the humiliation of seeing the two girls watching the whole thing unfold hits worse than any slammed door ever could.

he starts the car and silently backs out of the parking spot, only the blow of the fan resounding in the air around you. the car feels so tense, his hands gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles are whitened.

"do you need to be so lewd in public?"

the click of the blinker feels loud as hell right now, the soft squeak of leather as you adjust yourself in the seat. you can't sit still right now, anticipation and nerves causing you to fidget around.

"i-i was defending you. they were saying that you're boring, but i just-"

"i don't care."

you frown, glancing at his face. you can smell his expensive cologne, eyes wandering over his broad chest and up to where his jaw is locked tight. he glances at you out of the corner of his eye, scoffing.

"you're such a needy whore. is that why you decided to act like that in public? because you're needy? i bet you get off on telling people about our sex life, you fucking slut."

you swallow thickly, eyes wide. you hate that his words hit right between your thighs, a heavy heat forming that has you rubbing your legs together.

"i can see you doing that."

your face heats up, eyes clamping shut as you turn your head away. "i-i'm sorry." you whisper.

he lets out a bitter laugh, a hand wrapping around your throat and pulling you roughly to look at him. his eyes glare down at you, borderline disgust crossing his features.

"you're sorry? for what? your pathetic excuse of defending me when deciding to talk about how good i fuck you to your little friends?"

he can feel the way your throat clamps as you swallow beneath his grip, pupils blown out as you stare up at him helplessly. his grip tightens and you wheeze, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

he moves his hand away, rolling his eyes and focusing on the road instead. "fucking freak. you like when you make me angry."

the familiar streets ahead make the ache in your body tighten, glancing around impatiently as he finally turns onto the road where your apartment is.

neither of you say anything, car pulling up into the driveway. the keys jingle as he turns the car off, getting out and slamming his door shut.

he opens your door, grabbing your wrist and pulling you out of the car and leading you to the front door. he fiddles with the keys, the door eventually creaking open slowly to reveal darkness.

"bedroom. now."

you gulp as he shoves you through the doorway, feet nearly toppling over one another as you quickly slide your shoes off.

you step down the hallway and towards the bedroom, heart pounding in your chest. your face feels beyond hot as your feet patter quietly on the hardwood floors, tilting your head behind you slightly to see him standing in the doorway with clenched fists.

you approach the bed nervously, a twinge of anxiety only now hitting. you swallow thickly, turning around and watching him walk into the room as well. the door slams, his stiff back facing you as he turns around slowly.

he shrugs off his jacket, eyes glaring at you. then his tie, which he keeps tucked in between his fingers as he walks up to you.

"hands. now."

you don't even hesitate. you're practically shaking as you bring your hands together, wrists crossing in front of your chest. the tie slides against your skin, smooth and cool at first as he loops it around your wrists. 

his fingers brush against you only briefly, but it’s enough to send a shiver down your spine. he pulls it tight, not to the point where it hurts but just before that.

"you’ve been acting out all night," he mutters, voice low, controlled. dangerous. "in public. in front of other people."

your thighs press together instinctively, his words hitting harder than they should. you're soaked right now.

"so eager to show off," he continues, tugging your wrists slightly to test the restraint. "couldn’t keep your mouth shut."

you flinch, heat rushing to your face. "i said i was sorry…"

he sighs disappointedly, peering down at you as if you're some kind of minor inconvenience for him to deal with. "you think saying sorry just makes it all go away, don't you?"

his hand reaches down towards you, fingers gripping your face and pulling you up to meet his tired gaze.

"being such a needy whore that you even bring it up to your friends says a lot. you are so disobedient. always acting like such a brat. you need to be put in your place."

he pushes you back onto the bed, and you fall with a soft gasp. your bound hands are useless to break your fall. you land on your back, your dress riding up your thighs.

he climbs onto the bed, large frame covering your body as he pins your tied hands above your head.

his eyes flicker down to where your dress is hiked up now, one large hand pulling on your thigh to open your legs further. he scoffs at the sight of your soaked panties.

"look at you," he murmurs, his gaze dark and intense. "so wet already. all this from a little scolding? you really get off on humiliating yourself, huh?"

you whimper, hips shifting instinctively, trying to close your legs but his hand presses them apart without mercy.

his thumb brushes over the lace of your underwear, feeling the heavy dampness you’ve been nursing since the car ride. when he accidentally touches your aching clit, you whine out.

"you're pathetic."

he backs away from you, face completely devoid of emotion as he unbuckles his belt. you hear the slide of leather through the fabric beltloops, watching closely as he pulls it off.

the metal clinks into itself as he looks back to you, "turn around. face down."

the second that belt leather slaps against his palm, your body moves on instinct. you scramble to your knees, the silk of your dress bunching up around your waist as you press your burning face into the duvet.

the position is humiliating, your bound wrists stretched out in front of you and your soaked panties exposed to the cool air of the room, but the sound of him stepping closer makes your heart hammer against your ribs.

"higher," he commands, his voice dropping an octave. "if you’re going to act like a bitch in heat, you can at least show me some effort now."

you arch your back, a small, broken sound escaping you when you feel the cold metal buckle of his belt brush against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. you hate how you're already shaking.

you love when he does this… a little too much.

"you're shaking," he observes, his voice sounding entirely too calm for how much tension is bleeding out of him. "is it the cold? or are you just that desperate for me to finally lose my patience with you?"

he doesn't give you time to reply, a large hand coming down with a loud crack as he slaps your ass hard. you whimper, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you feel arousal spread through your body.

"answer me."

"i... i'm desperate," you choke out, your voice trembling.

the crack of the belt against your skin echoes out, a loud cry passing your lips as the sting causes your eyes to well up with tears. your hips tremble, another blow landing on your ass again.

"good girl. too bad that it took this for you to act right."

he uses his belt ten more times, each slap soaking your panties even further until they're a slippery mess between your thighs and he's smugly staring at the sight.

you hear him toss it aside eventually, the quiet of the bedroom filling with the sound of his zipper and the movement of fabric and buttons.

his fingers reach between your legs, tugging your panties aside and sliding fingers up and down the slit of your pussy. he gathers slick up and trails it, fingers grazing your clit before he starts rubbing circles into the nub.

your hips sputter, a loud whine passing your lips as you finally get some kind of relief.

your uneven breaths come out in desperate puffs, chest heaving with each second that passes while your orgasm hurdles towards you. your toes curl into the blankets, eyes rolling back.

"nuh-uh. i can feel you getting close. you're not allowed to cum until i say so."

his thumb presses harder into your clit, circling with deliberate patience, and you’re shaking, hips arching, desperate for more than just teasing fingers. every nerve ending in your body feels alive, buzzing, your panties soaked and sticking to your skin.

he leans closer, breath hot against your ear. “such a needy little brat… always testing me."

his fingers leave your clit, and you feel the blunt thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance. you whine out, back arching as you push back against him.

"please…" you whisper.

his fingers dig into the fat of your hips as he holds you still, forcing you to just wait impatiently for him to finally fuck you. "please what? you want boring old man cock that bad?"

your heart drops at the tone of his voice - how serious he sounds. he's mocking the very idea that you ever thought you could play him, or that those girls across the table had even a fraction of him figured out.

"please," you sob into the duvet, your bound wrists straining against the silk of his tie. the friction is starting to burn, but the ache between your legs is much worse. "kento, please-"

"don't use my name while you're being disciplined," he snaps, his voice a low, vibrating rumble against your spine.

he pushes in after that, no warning and pushing to the hilt immediately in a way that has burns but feels so good. your pussy clamps around him desperately, sucking him in as you drool into the blankets.

his fingers dig into your skin so hard that you know there will be bruises in the morning, a complete lack of gentleness that you normally have some semblance of.

"you wanted them to know how I fuck you?" he mutters, his pace absolutely brutal. the headboard knocks against the wall in a steady rhythm. "is this what you told them? that you can't even take me without crying?"

he reaches forward, grabbing the knot of the tie around your wrists and yanking your arms back, forcing your chest to arch off the bed. the cool air of the room hits you, full exposure sobering.

his cock hits places in you that has you seeing stars, breathy moans forced out over and over again as you sob into the open air of the room.

"p-please, i'm so close. please-"

"no. shut the fuck up."

you clamp around him at the meanness of it, fingers digging into the fabric of his tie as you try to hold back from cumming.

he chuckles low, almost pleased, and presses a thumb to your clit, circling slowly. 

the mix of pain, pleasure, and humiliation twists through you, body tightening as you try to hold back, but it’s impossible.

“not allowed yet,” he hisses, thumb pressing harder, teasing in a way that makes your legs shake. “i said not until i say so. you wanted to make me angry, didn’t you? and now look at you. begging just to cum.”

you squeeze your eyes shut, body shivering, the edge building unbearably as he keeps his pace steady. every thrust, every press of his fingers, every weight of his chest on your back drives you closer to the edge.

“answer me,” he demands, voice low and dangerous, pulling on the tie to arch you further. “do you like being punished? do you like it when i make you this desperate?”

“y-yes…” you choke out, voice trembling and barely audible, hips bucking weakly, clit throbbing under his thumb. “please… please…”

he slams you down into the mattress, a choked noise passing your lips as he changes the angle. he increases the pace, his thrusts becoming shallow and rapid, aiming for that spot that makes your toes curl.

"good," he grunts, his breath hitching for the first time all night. "at least you're honest when you're being bent over."

he finally lets go of the tie, his hand moving to the back of your neck, pinning you down while his thumb keeps that brutal, steady pressure on your clit. 

you’re vibrating, your entire body absolutely wrecked, and the moment he feels your pussy desperately start to seize around him, he leans in, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

"cum for me, you little slut. let me feel how much you wanted this."

the permission snaps the last of your control.

your toes curl, a scream passing through your lips and muffled slightly by the pillows. it’s violent and messy, your pussy pulsing rhythmically around his cock, milking him for everything he’s got.

he keeps going, fucking you through it until his own hips sputter and stop suddenly. you feel the heat of his cum fill you up, whining again at the feeling and pushing back against him to get every last drop.

he groans quietly, forehead pressing in between your shoulderblades. 

the room is silent afterward, save for the sound of your ragged, sobbing breaths and the distant hum of the fridge in the kitchen.

neither of you move until you've caught your breaths, your body shaking steadily underneath him as he holds you up. when he finally does pull out, you whine at the feeling.

the emptiness is saddening, but your foggy brain doesn't focus on that so much as you finally flop down onto the bed. you stare down at your bound wrists, sighing.

"i got you," he says, reaching out and untying the tie from your wrists. he's gentle as can be, lightly caressing the tender skin with a thumb.

his eyes meet yours, your heart skipping a beat as you see his sleepy eyes devoid of any anger that'd been there before. he leans in close, lips pressing into your forehead before he kisses your lips too.

his kiss lingers for a second before he pulls away, hands running along your body softly. you’re still catching your breath, chest rising and falling unevenly, eyes a little glassy as you look up at him.

"you okay?" he asks, thumb brushing lightly over your cheek, wiping away a stray tear you hadn’t even realized fell.

you nod weakly, swallowing. “mhm…”

he watches you for a second longer, like he’s measuring something you can’t quite see, thumb still brushing slow, absentminded strokes along your cheek.

"can you use your words and answer me?"

you look down at your hands for a second. "yes, i'm okay." your voice cracks a little, rough and hoarse from the sex. "just tired."

he nods, "i… i'm sorry. i don't care if you talk about that kind of stuff with them, i know how you are. but- next time, choose a better setting for it. or i won't be so nice as to wait until we're home."

you know he’s not kidding. he’d find a way to make you regret it in the back of a car or a darkened hallway if you pushed him enough.

"no, i'm sorry," you whisper, reaching out and gripping onto one of his large hands. he immediately squeezes your hand, thumb running along your skin.

he doesn't respond, just choosing to pull you by your hand until you're lying down pressed against him. one arm wraps around you, leaving you close to him as you close your eyes.

"goodnight," he starts, other hand gently running his fingers along your scalp. "you need to get some sleep, baby."

you didn't really pay any mind to the haunting she mentioned, more focused on directing the men on putting your bedroom together and helping them drag some boxes into the large bedroom.

the apartment's huge - giant main bedroom, large bathroom, a second bedroom on the other end of the house, and all of the original 1800's flooring and doorways.

even the doorknobs had that vintage charm to them; plus nobara's renting the place out at a cheaper price than you were dealing with in your tiny apartment.

after all the boxes are finally brought in and that trailer you rented is returned, nobara's standing in the doorway that leads to her staircase upstairs with a hesitant look on her face.

"good luck. you'll need it…" she mutters before dipping out, her eyes staring into one of the darkened doorways.

as you sort through some boxes, that's when you hear it. loud footsteps that echo out in the back bedroom on the opposite end of the house. you're too focused on unboxing your own shit in your bedroom to care, just shrugging it off.

then, that night, you hear whispering. it sends shivers down your spine, but you just turn the tv's volume up and ignore it. you bring it up to nobara the next morning, and she gives you a look.

"i warned you. it's no joke."

the next few days are a blur of unpacking and finding places for things. you don't have enough furniture to fill the house up yet, but you find a place for what you do have.

cabinets snap open and shut in the kitchen sometimes, and one night one of your boxes somehow got pushed across the floor. you try your hardest to ignore these things, but it gets a bit difficult over time.

especially one week later when you're in the shower. you put music on your speaker to give yourself some background noise, slightly anxious about something happening.

but when you get out, water dripping steadily and echoing in the bathroom, wet hair sticking to your skin as you try to find your towel that's suddenly disappeared from the hook…

someone whistles.

it freaks you the fuck out. you put clothes on over your wet body and call nobara in a hurry, almost crying. you never heard something so clear in your life, not so close to you either.

she comes down and you both do a checkup and the locks are locked tight, no sign of life anywhere. she apologizes to you for it, offering you to stay upstairs for the day but you say no.

that's when you start seeing shadows out of the corner of your eye. it's always fleeting, and they disappear as soon as you actually turn to face them.

it's frustrating in a way that words fail you.

eventually, you ask her to come down in hopes that maybe if the two of you investigate the spirit it'll finally back off. that whole 'unfinished business' bullshit from tv.

she's very reluctant to say yes, but caves when you remind her that it's more likely to help than to make matters worse.

so the two of you are settled in your bed together, spiritbox in front of the two of you as she reminds you that she's not staying long at all before she goes back upstairs.

"seriously. the moment i hear something scary, i'm out."

you nod along to her words, sigh passing your lips as you glance around your room. the light from your lamp glows orange, a dim light that bounces off the white walls around you.

you swear you can feel it even now. it's always nearby. watching. listening.

a shadow passes just near one of the windows and you glance over towards it, seeing nothing there. you just roll your eyes.

"what?" nobara asks, staring at you all scared. you just turn the spiritbox on, ignoring her.

immediately, the sound of static echoes out into your bedroom. both of you glance at one another nervously before she speaks up.

"is anyone here?"

crackles echo, but no voices come through. but then-

'yes.'

it's a deep, gritty voice that sends uncomfortable goosebumps across your body.

you gasp, locking eyes with her. "who are you?" you blurt out before you can stop yourself.

nobara glares at you, already scared enough as it is. "we shouldn't be-"

'shut up. it's my turn to speak.'

the voice ripples through the static in a way that sounds unnatural, almost as if it's in the room with you. you can feel the weight of whatever presence this is, eyes looking around the room.

she swallows hard, "listen, asshole ghost. i'm not fucking playing around. leave us alone or i'll-"

a book from your bookshelf goes flying at her. you both scream and she immediately stands up and stares at you terrified.

"fuck this. i'm out of here. sorry, i can't." she's sprinting out of your room and to the front door, slamming it shut behind herself and running upstairs.

you're frozen still on your bed, eyes glued to the book that was tossed onto your bed beside the spiritbox that's still on. you have no idea what to say or do, just breathing unsteady as your eyes flicker around.

"please… i don't want to cause any issues. i'm sorry if i'm disturbing your peace in the afterlife, we can come to an agreement. we leave each other alone and act like roommates, got it?"

'no.'

you glare at the spiritbox, anger fueling your veins. "this isn't negotiable. i'm staying. fuck your feelings."

your lamp shakes, a strange mix between a growl and a shout coming from the corner. your eyes are wide, staring at the space as a dark shadow looms.

you can almost see a physical manifestation, four long arms and a tall figure that towers over you and casts itself onto the ceiling above.

"i do as i please, pest. you'll see."

the deep voice feels like it's rattling right into your eardrums, an unavoidable loud noise that makes your ears ache and ring. you flinch, the air in the room feeling thick like syrup that coats your lungs.

you feel cold. like you can't move, or breathe, or run. you're just frozen here.

the shadows move closer until they're looming over you, and you swear you can feel something - or someone - right in front of you at the foot of the bed. you can feel that cold air hit tenfold, your breath visible as you exhale shakily.

"this is my space. not yours. my shrine was in the basement. you and that loud mouthed girl upstairs are in my territory, but you just won't leave."

you don't know when the evil presence finally leaves you be, but you take your laptop and run upstairs to nobara without hesitation. "we need to figure out what the fuck this thing is."

she stares at you blankly before pushing the door open, slippers shuffling against the floor as she leads you to her couch. "i'm not helping, but i'm curious."

you shrug, sitting down beside her and pushing your laptop onto the coffee table.

you search the address online, finding some information about it that makes your eyes widen. way back in the heian era, this land was used as a shrine for an entity they called sukuna.

rituals were performed to keep this alleged ancient spirit captive on the land for hundred of years and the locals were furious when a rich businessman bought the land and tore the shrine down.

when you find images of this entity, you freeze - four arms, abnormally tall frame, scary face. this is what was just towering over you in your apartment?

"what the actual fuck- this is terrifying!" nobara says, snatching the laptop from you and digging in on more research.

the new information is both useful and terrifying, but you still won't back down. you aren't going to let an ancient spirit stop you from living comfortably in your own home.

when you head back down the staircase, the door to your apartment is already open despite you slamming it on the way up. you can feel that presence there, but you just ignore it.

you walk through the door like normal and just go to bed, ignoring the way you hear floorboards creaking around the apartment all night long.

from there on, the apartment feels different. like the air is thicker with something else and it always follows you around from room to room. things move right in front of your face, footsteps that linger just behind your own.

sometimes when you look in the mirror, you swear you see that man from the images. tall, four arms, scary scarlet eyes. just looming in the shadows, watching your every move with precision.

one evening, after you came home from a rough day at work, you're cooking dinner for yourself when you drop one of your bottles of seasoning onto the floor.

you sigh heavily, leaning down to pick it up. your eyes widen when it somehow floats into the air, swallowing thickly as it falls into your hands. your face flushes and you look around at the empty space.

"thank you…?"

"you're welcome."

you freeze, looking around. "wait, you can talk without the spiritbox?"

you feel that thickness in the air close in on you, looming just behind you in a way that causes shivers to drop down your spine.

"yes."

the voice is right in your ear, and you gasp. "w-well, you didn't have to grab that for me."

"i know."

the next weeks continue like that. you can't find something? it appears on the counter the next morning. if you have trouble reaching something? it somehow gets pushed forward just enough for you to grab.

sometimes he talks to you. and you've actually grown to enjoy interacting with him.

you tell nobara about it one night, but she's quick to shut you down. "nope, i'd like to sleep tonight. i can't hear about that."

it feels isolating, having sukuna around. nobody wants to come over, so you always have to go out in order to have company. it's just you and the spirit whose shadow you vaguely see once in a while.

one friday night you're lying in bed staring at the ceiling, huffing out a sigh. "it gets so lonely here. i should go out and do something…" you frown.

you hear creaking wood, then that weight on your chest from his presence. the bed dips. "stay."

your eyebrows furrow, "huh? but staying here's boring…"

"do i not entertain you enough? many would feel lucky to be in my presence."

you scoff, still staring at the ceiling. "it's a bit hard to be entertained by someone i can't even see."

he doesn't reply, just steady silence that aches in your room. you can feel the tension of your words hit him though, a twinge of anger in the air.

you feel a shift in the air, one that makes the lights flicker a bit around you. your chest feels tighter, eyes suddenly a bit heavier than they were previously. you look around, confused.

you gasp when you see a shadow that thickens and condenses beside you, weight dipping heavier into the bed. you see four large arms that are coated in ink, and a thick torso to match the ink of the arms.

shivers erupt from your body, goosebumps that coat your arms from how heavy and cold the room suddenly feels.

broad shoulders cascade into view, and his face? you're ashamed at how hot he is, unable to control the way you flush under the gaze of his red eyes.

"holy shit- i can see you!"

he stares at you blankly, one set of arms crossed as the other set holds his body up.

"don't look so shocked."

your eyes linger over him, slowly taking in every inch of him. he looks like he was sculpted, rippling muscle coating his large frame. even where he sits now, he's at least 7 feet tall.

you don't like the way your body reacts to him, the steady heat that coats every muscle inside of you despite how cold his entire presence is.

and with how his eyebrows raise as he smirks down at you? he definitely knows.

"so… what's with the arms?" you ask, tilting your head at him.

you notice the way each set of eyes blink out of sync in an uncanny valley type of way as he just sighs. "that's what you want to discuss?"

flushing and shrugging, you glance away from him for a second. "i dunno. i've never seen someone with four arms before. it's just interesting, that's all."

"i am a thousand year old entity that's placed countless curses on humans and the first question you have rather than something interesting… is why i have four arms."

he leans closer to you, one set of eyes doing a once over on your body as the other stares at your own eyes deeply. the closer he gets, the more the robe that coats his body rustles, revealing more ink.

"you're an interesting little one."

you can even smell him now, you realize.

the scent of old paper and incense lingers on him, the steady weight of his presence slowly taking over the whole room itself. you'd be lying if you said you weren't terrified of the power he just exudes effortlessly.

but another… hungrier part of you loves it and feeds on that.

your eyes scale him again, thoughts crossing your mind that you pray he can't hear. but you blurt out the question that nags at you hardest on accident, "wait… can i touch you?"

his eyebrows furrow before a smirk traces his lips, looking at you like he might be a little surprised by the question. 

one of his lower arms slithers forward, gripping onto your arm with a roughness that causes you to yelp in surprise. he pushes you into him, hand slamming against his chest.

he's freezing. you shiver just from touching him, eyes wide. his skin is hard like stone, an impenetrable fortress of a man who towers over you like nothing. except… he's no man at all. he's a mere mimic of a human.

you can feel your instincts telling you to run away… to go upstairs, or outside. to get away from him as soon as possible.

but you don't want to. you just stay, hand pressed against his chest where a heartbeat should be, eyes locked onto his expressionlessly.

"you amuse me."

one arm wraps itself around your waist, another touching your hips, and the former reaching out and touching the soft skin of your cheek. you swallow thickly, heat erupting between your thighs.

you gasp when he pulls you onto his lap, feeling so small compared to the sheer mass of him. even sitting down he towers over you, a filthy smirk toying at his lips that hints that he has nothing but bad intentions with you.

"i-i do?"

"of course. fleeting moments with humans for hundreds of years now, and suddenly you come around. i try to scare you away like the others, but you just simply ignored me. it's… intriguing."

you can feel his breath ghosting your skin, just as cold as the rest of him. you're seated on his thick thighs that hang off the edge of the bed, his four large arms placed around you.

there's a distinctive hunger in his eyes - one that makes it obvious how attention starved this spirit really is.

you hate the way you love the sight of it, wanting nothing more than to be the indulgence he allows himself to have. but with how airy your head and body feels, you assume he's somehow taking from your own body to manifest himself.

you're so close to him you can vaguely smell iron, a twang of blood or something else? you hope it's the latter, but you're not ignorant to reality.

"i just- i had to get away from my old landlord. being around you seemed like nothing compared to what i dealt with before, and-"

"quiet. such trivial details mean nothing to me."

he forces your hands forward, slamming against his chest again as you look up at him. your whole face feels hot, strange embarrassment clinging onto you.

he trails your hands down into the robes, tugging the fabric open as you go lower and lower until-

you tear your hands away when you feel something lick your hand beneath his robes, eyes widening as you try to back away from him. his bruising grip on you keeps you still though, amusement crossing his features.

"what the actual fuck was that?" you ask.

he laughs, a booming reaction that vibrates your entire body and spreads through the marrow of your bones. "you act so shocked. i'm no human."

he tugs the robe and you flinch, but still watch closely as he reveals more ink coated skin… and a mouth on his stomach. what the actual fuck?

your eyebrows raise, "what? how's that possible?"

you stare at the second mouth - the way the lips curl back to reveal teeth just as sharp as the ones in his face. it shouldn't be attractive. it should be the signal to scream for nobara until your lungs give out.

but the way his four hands are anchored to you - two on your waist, one threaded through your hair, and one pinning your wrists to his stone-cold chest - makes escape feel like a fantasy.

you don't want to leave. you want to stay. you want to allow this creature to do as he pleases.

"my entire existence defies whatever logic modern humanity has adopted. i'm very real, though." his touch lingers against your skin, thumbs digging into your warm flesh.

you bite down on your bottom lip, fingernails digging into his skin and watching the way those eyes change their tune immediately.

"careful. if you start something, i'm finishing it. you can't handle me."

your shaky breath passes your lips in a huff, inhaling sharply. "i can."

his hands that lingered on your waist move upwards, ripping your shirt off with no effort at all. you gasp, shivering at the sudden cool air that hits your exposed skin.

a loud whine passes your lips when that tongue brushes against your abdomen, a teasing stripe that envelops your navel before rippling up to your ribcage.

"since you're so sure-"

knocks pound out at your door, eyes wide as you glance towards the doorway and back to him. you feel a bit dizzy now, eyes lulling back a bit. "should i go?"

he growls, the walls shaking and vibrating in a way that causes you to freeze up on his lap.

"go away." you hear his voice louder than ever before, a tone that strikes deep fear within you. his mouth doesn't even move, his blank expression fixated on your lips and eyes at the same time.

you hear nobara scream. "oh hell no! i'm outta here."

it's so unserious that you actually laugh a bit as her footsteps pound up the staircase, a mix of relief and desperation hitting you all at once. if you'd wanted an out, that was it. now you're alone.

a mix of unadulterated fear and agonizing arousal fight for a winning spot in your stomach, breath picking up absentmindedly as you still keep eye contact with sukuna.

one of his hands reaches up, thumb hooking into your bottom lip and pulling, then slowly pushing between your lips and into your mouth. you can taste the iron and papery residue on his fingertips, tongue brushing against his fingers.

your head spins as every moment thickens with mutual desire, that syrupy feeling that nestled into your chest making its way into your brain too.

"so obedient." he purrs, pulling his thumb out of your mouth as he stares at you with that smug look on his face, "breaking you will be so much fun."

his cold breath brushes against your lips as he leans down, hands on your waist and chin as he pulls you closer. there's no gentleness to his movements, only focused intent that burns through you.

cold lips crash against yours, rough and all consuming as his tongue immediately delves against your own hungrily.

you moan against his lips, fingernails digging into his flesh as you try to move closer to him. another pathetic noise passes your lips when his other tongue presses into your skin again, eyes rolling back.

your chest presses against his with each heated movement, pressing into him as your hips grind into his. 

he growls out against your lips, one set of hands sliding to your hips with a bruising grip. his lips leave yours for a moment, breath ghosting your lips. "you said you could handle me."

one of his lower hands slides down, his claws snagging on the fabric of your yoga pants as he yanks. "so don't disappoint me, little one."

your body shivers at the cool air as he takes your pants off, fabric sliding off your ankles and getting tossed onto the floor carelessly. you're only in panties now, shaking against his cold body.

two fingers hook into the waistband of your panties and dip below, gathering slick as he laughs at you.

"this wet for a monster like me? you're crazy."

you whimper, hips bucking against his touch as his fingers slide into your pussy with ease. he pushes your hips into his abdomen, that tongue that's settled there immediately licking at your clit through your panties.

a loud cry passes your lips, the foreign feeling hitting so hard as his fingers fuck into you. one of his other hands swipes the fabric aside, that big tongue licking a stripe fully against you now.

"oh my- fuck!" you moan, eyes rolling back as his other hands grip at your tits and play with your nipples as well.

it's all too much - a combination of sensations that a normal man could only focus on doing one at a time. but this is no man; and he proves that with how fast you cum against his tongue and fingers.

your hips sputter, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth as you ride his abdomen's mouth and fingers shamelessly.

"good human." his smug voice rings out, fingers squelching against the walls in a way that has you dizzy.

his other hands leave your tits, pulling at his robes until he's fully exposed. your eyes are wide when you see his cock: thick, long, mounds of black ink covering the shaft.

it's mouthwatering.

"think you can take it, pest?"

you flush at the mean nickname, still hazy from your orgasm. "yes. i can."

he just smirks, lifting you with ease and settling your wet pussy right against the tip of his cock. you whine when you feel the tip press in, eyes rolling back with each inch as he pushes you down onto him.

he's so thick that when he finally bottoms out, your pussy spasms around him pathetically. the tip hits against your cervix, just barely pushing past a point that causes you to ache.

the stretch is deliciously painful, a fullness you've never known that steals the air from your lungs. he doesn't give you time to adjust, doesn't grant you a single moment of reprieve. 

his grip on your waist is like iron, and he uses it to lift you up, only to slam you back down, impaling you on his massive length again and again.

a cry is torn from your throat, a mix of pleasure and the sharp sting of being so thoroughly claimed. "that's it," he growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your entire body. "take all of me."

the mouth on his stomach is relentless, its tongue lapping at your clit with a rhythm that matches his brutal thrusts. it's too much, an overwhelming assault on your senses that has your vision blurring and your mind going blank.

his other two hands aren't idle. one tangles in your hair, yanking your head back to expose the delicate line of your throat. 

he leans down, his cold lips tracing the frantic pulse there before his sharp teeth scrape against your skin, not quite breaking it but leaving a path of fire in their wake. 

and his final hand grips your ass, spreading you wider, changing the angle of his thrusts until he's hitting a spot deep inside you that makes you see stars.

every slam of his hips feels like it’s vibrating through the original floorboards of the house, the ancient wood groaning in sympathy with your own broken cries.

all four of his eyes are fixed on you, glowing with a dark, satisfied hunger.

"look at me," he commands, his voice vibrating in your chest. "tell me how it feels to be filled by a monster."

you can barely find your voice, your head lolling back as the mouth on his stomach latches onto your inner thigh, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there while his cock continues its brutal, rhythmic invasion. "it's... too much... sukuna, please-"

"it's exactly enough," he counters, his lower hands shifting to your ribs, his thumbs pressing into the bone with a pressure that’s almost painful. "you wanted to stay. you wanted to see me. now, you belong to the house. you belong to me."

the air in the room is freezing, your visible breath coming in short, jagged gasps that are swallowed by his cold, rough kisses. 

he doesn't let up, his pace increasing until the bed is slamming against the wall. you can hear the doorknobs rattle, windows too, with each heavy dive of his cock into you.

the squelching and slap of skin against skin ring out too, and all you can do is hope that nobara isn't able to hear all of these noises right now.

you feel the pressure building, that dizzying, syrupy heat in your brain threatening to pull you under again. his lips slam against yours, his tongue mirroring the deep, punishing thrusts of his cock.

"don't you dare close your eyes," he growls against your mouth, his grip on your waist tightening until you’re sure there will be permanent bruises left on your skin.

when the mouth on his abdomen sucks down on your clit again, you're crying into his kiss while your hips sputter. he grunts out, grip tightening as your pussy clamps down on him periodically.

he suddenly stills, cock pushing heavily against your cervix as he cums in you. his cum isn't hot - it's cool and feels a bit odd.

but you could easily say a lot of things have been odd tonight, huh?

his grip loosens on your hips and body, breaths heavy against one another as you pull away from the kiss. your pupils are blown out, tired eyes glancing up at him. "that was… amazing."

he smirks, "that was just the beginning."

he's gone not too long after, leaving you alone as you settle into your blankets for the night. you get the best sleep you've gotten in a very long time. 

the next morning, doors are somehow opening for you before you get to them. and when you go to leave for work? it doesn't budge.

you tug harder this time, a laugh of disbelief leaving your lips. “okay… very funny.”

the handle doesn’t move.

you feel that energy circle you, heaviness that doesn't feel as weighted on your chest this time around. "quit your job. stay here."

you just scoff, turning around to face the large man. "i literally can't. i have bills to pay."

nobara eyes you in disbelief for the remainder of the concert, looking between you and yuji's brothers like it all makes sense now. once they finish up and head off to the house to pack their stuff up and party, she's quick to whisper to you.

"so… how long?"

you flush under her stare, thinking back on it. "three months? maybe four."

she shakes her head, "i can't believe it. i mean, it makes sense now. after gojo, we all thought you were just done with guys. then yuji's talking about you having a bite mark. you tell us everything, i feel like i should've noticed it sooner!"

you laugh quietly as the two of you follow a safe distance away from yuji and megumi. "yeah… i thought yuji found out a few days ago. he saw me wearing choso's shirt and goes 'no way, choso has the same shirt!' i felt awful but it was so funny."

she bursts into laughter, causing the two to turn around and glance at you guys. megumi eyes you both suspiciously. "what's so funny?"

nobara rolls her eyes at him, "you really wanna hear about our sex lives?" she deadpans, and he immediately looks away with pink cheeks.

there's a strange amount of weight off of your chest at finally being able to talk to someone about this stuff. it makes the whole thing feel so much more intimate though.

you finally get into the house, and that's when your tummy bubbles up in anticipation. you just know sukuna's going to pull you into some random room, but when?

you go into the kitchen and get more drinks with the three, and you're sipping at one of yuji's bad mixed drinks (99% alcohol, 1% soda) when you see choso come around the corner and immediately walk up to you.

you fight off the smile that wants to form and the urge to touch him, pretending to act casual. "hi! you guys did great, it was a really good show!"

yuji and the others are right across from you at the table still, his loud laugh echoing out.

both of you flinch. "thanks, i'm happy you came." he says softly, his hand reaching out and brushing into your fingers before he drops it to his side.

you watch nobara look at you and choso with a devious smirk, winking at you and mouthing 'oooo get it'.

you flush and shake your head, looking towards the doorway and watching as sukuna walks in too. your stomach drops, heavy heat forming in your gut. you can't wait to hear what he thinks about your dress.

he just walks over to yuji and nuzzles his head with a fist, "how'd you like the show, brat?"

you smirk, watching them with choso. his pinky grabs onto yours as he stands next to you, squeezing gently. "meet us in the gear room in a bit, okay?" he says quietly.

you nod. he walks away, leaving you to walk up to yuji and the others. you stand next to sukuna, watching the way he smirks down at you.

"'sup, brat." he snaps the strap of your dress, looking you up and down shamelessly in front of his own brother.

"oh hey. you were okay, i guess. think the rest of the band was more passionate, ya know?" you tease.

yuji laughs, "don't be so hard on him, sukuna's passionate! he's good at drums."

nobara looks at you with a certain face and you snort, nodding at her. the men squabble a bit before you feel sukuna's hand brush against the small of your back teasingly.

"gonna go get my gear ready to put back in the van. later, losers."

you follow him with your eyes, watching the way he nods at you a few times and jerks his head towards where he walks off to. you look between the three and debate how you're going to sneak off.

nobara looks at you and tilts her head before walking over and leaning close. "need a diversion?"

you laugh but nod, "yes please, just say i went to the bathroom if they ask. i wish i told you sooner, this is kinda fun."

"i got your back, now… go. i'll get them to dance." she says, shoving you away gently. you turn your back and head off, hearing the way she screams 'LET'S DANCE BOYS' and grabs both of them.

you sigh quietly, hoping yuji didn't see you sneak off in the direction of the room they're in. the anxiety wilts away fairly quickly with each step closer, a burning ache in your abdomen.

you flinch when you nearly run into geto, face flushing as he smirks down at you knowingly. "your boys are in the room to the right." is all he says, walking away.

your eyes widen. he knows?

does that mean they talk about you?

you head over to the door he mentioned with a racing heart, breathing in deeply as you listen to the sound of shuffling and quiet conversation between the two.

you push the door open, flushing when they both immediately look to you. you can feel the tension in the air, steady static just waiting to snap and condense into something needier.

sukuna stands near a large case, scent of wood and a metallic twinge coating the whole room. you can tell this is someone's extra bedroom that was converted for the night.

choso's standing near a closet but quickly walks up to you, shutting the door behind you and locking it. you can smell the sweat on him mixing in with his cologne, noting the way his eyeliner's been smudged from the show.

you hear a scoff, "nuh uh. me first, not him."

you glance over at sukuna, rolling your eyes and looking around the room. "where are we… going to do it?"

he struts up to you, gripping your hips hard as he lifts you up. your legs wrap around him instinctively, arms around his neck. he sets you down on one of the amp cases, fingers caressing the fabric of your dress.

"and you got a red one for me, huh? guess i can pay you back for it as promised."

his lips are rough against yours, quick to hike the dress up to your waist and expose your panties. as his tongue sloppily grinds against yours, his hands wander along your body.

you hear choso walk over and sit down on one of the cases next to you, his steady breathing right nearby as you kiss on sukuna.

sukuna's big, calloused hands swipe up to your tits, squeezing them through the dress as he growls into your mouth. he pulls away, "been waiting all fucking night for this. you looked so good in that crowd, couldn't take my eyes off of you."

he kisses you again, rough and full of hunger. you feel the bulge of his cock press into you, a whine passing your lips as he grinds against you.

you lean closer to him, arms wrapping around his neck. you'll never get bored of him and choso. they're the perfect contrast for you.

not much time goes by before he's forcing you off of the amp and turning you around, ass in the air as you lean towards choso, head resting just between his thighs as your arms wrap around him.

sukuna slaps your ass and takes your panties off, letting them pool at your ankles. you hear the rustle of his jeans, eyes locking onto choso's as his hands brush against your cheeks.

the tip of sukuna's cock brushes against your folds, coating in slick and nudging into your clit a few times before he's pushing into you. "already so wet? you're such a naughty girl."

you bite down on your bottom lip, head resting onto choso's thighs as each thick inch of sukuna pushes into you. your eyes clamp shut, whines passing through your mouth louder than you want them to.

choso’s hands are cool against your flushed face, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones while sukuna starts to find his rhythm behind you. 

every thrust makes your head bob against choso’s thighs, the friction of the denim against your skin and the heat of sukuna’s body making your brain turn into mush.

"hey," he whispers, gripping your chin and pulling you into a kiss. you whine into his mouth, kiss so much softer than the brutal pace sukuna's decided on.

each hard thrust has your teeth clashing against his, moans passing your lips and into his mouth. 

you can taste mint and beer on his tongue as it brushes against yours, his hands caressing your hair softly with each noise that escapes your mouth.

all you can hear is the sound of bass thrumming from the party and skin slapping into skin, and you hope that it's not too loud to the point where people might hear it.

but when sukuna's gripping you, tugging you forward until your chest slams against choso's and fucking into you at a different angle, your moans drown out anything else.

"gotta quiet down, dirty girl. don't want someone to hear us, right?" sukuna snaps, fingers reaching around to toy with your clit.

your eyes roll back, mumbling 'fuck' against choso's lips as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming by the second. choso grabs your hands and intertwines your fingers.

sukuna's calloused fingers are rough against your sensitive clit, pressing into the nub hard as he rubs circles into it. your hips stutter as you finally cum, fingernails digging into choso's skin as you cry out.

"fuck, that's good. cum on my fucking cock like a good little slut."

choso pulls back from the kiss, his dark eyes hazy with lust as he looks down at you. his thumbs reach up stroke your cheeks again, wiping away a tear you didn't realize had escaped. "you okay?" he murmurs, his voice raspy.

you nod frantically, unable to form words. every hazy wave of pleasure's hitting you hard, clit throbbing frantically until sukuna finally pulls his fingers away.

his grip on your hips hurts so good as he fucks you stupid, loud clapping sounding out as you moan into the open air now. 

when he lifts your leg up a bit beneath his hand and hits a spot in you that has stars cross your vision, you scream and choso's hand immediately covers your mouth.

"gotta keep quiet, beautiful." he whispers.

sukuna growls out and pulls out of you, pulling you so your mouth is right on his cock. you just stick your tongue out, smirking a bit as he jerks off and starts cumming in your mouth.

you keep eye contact with him, watching the way his cheeks darken and he bites down on his bottom lip that's still swollen from when you were kissing him earlier.

when he finishes, you swallow it down and smile at him. he lifts you up gently, pressing a rough kiss against your lips. "i'll see you later."

you nod, feeling him slap your ass as he quickly opens the door and shuts it behind him. choso gets down from the amp he was seated on, locking the door and turning to look at you.

he walks up to you, thumb brushing some stray spit that dribbled out of your mouth. then he kisses you, backing you up until you nearly tumble and you're pressed against one of the cases again.

he lifts you, calloused hands soft with their intention as he sets you onto one of the amps. his lips leave yours, breath heavy against your lips. "you look beautiful tonight."

you flush, smiling sweetly at him. "thank you. you look very handsome this evening."

he flashes you one of his small smiles, kissing you again. each kiss becomes more and more lustful, until his hips are pressing against your bare pussy. you can feel how hard he is, hands reaching down and pressing into him.

he gasps into your mouth, a soft whine passing his lips. he pulls away, tugging his jeans open and pulling his cock out. it's just as pretty as ever, flushed pink at the tip with a bead of precum gathered.

he slides it down your folds, then pushes in slowly. you moan quietly, hands gripping onto his shoulders as he fills you up.

"fuck, you feel so good baby." he whispers in your ear, lips trailing down your neck and towards the spot where sukuna's bite's still healing.

he kisses it gently, sliding his lips just above it and sucking on your skin until there's just a soft bruise. when he looks back up at you, thrusts slowly starting, he smirks.

"not fair if i can't do it too."

you scoff, pulling him in by his hair to kiss you. he immediately presses deeper, kisses intensifying as he starts a steady pace. unlike sukuna, he's not as rough and loves to take his time.

but you both know you can't really rake your time tonight. only so much time can go by before yuji gets confused.

you push the thoughts away, trying your hardest to focus on the way choso's cock hits right into your g-spot and has your eyes rolling back. he feels so fucking good, quiet squelches echoing out with each thrust.

you moan into his mouth, each moan a hum of pressure from the way he starts fucking into you harder. you bite down on his bottom lip playfully, sucking his lip into your mouth.

he grunts at the feeling, his fingernails digging into your waist as he picks up the pace. eventually, he pulls back and tucks his forehead into your neck as soft groans leave his lips.

you can feel the way his cock pulses in you, small twitches as he gets close. you smirk, pulling his head back and immediately kissing his jawline and moving down towards the spot on his neck you know is super sensitive.

he whines at the feeling, hips stilling as he cums hard in you. you bite down on his neck, sucking the skin and then pull away. it's just subtle enough, mark nestled right on the backside of his neck where his hair should cover it.

you both breathe heavily, chests pressed together as you catch your breaths. "that was so good." you breathe.

"yeah, but i didn't get enough… you staying the night?" he asks, pulling out of you with a half hard cock that he just stuffs into his pants.

you smirk, "i will now."

you pull your panties back on, and the dress down so it's covering your skin again. you know your face is flushed, and there's a fresh hickey on your body now. but you just don't care, you can find some way to explain it later.

he helps you adjust your dress, hands settling on your hips as he kisses you again. "thank you."

you raise your eyebrows, "for what, choso?"

"i dunno. being you, i guess. i really like you."

your chest flutters as you smile up at him, "i like you too. like… a lot, dude. now, let's go back to the party."

you intertwine your fingers with his without thinking much after he buttons his jeans, his free hand unlocking the door.

the two of you walk out of the room and back down the hallway, breaths finally steady enough. you freeze in place when you see yuji, nobara, and megumi.

yuji looks at you and choso with a confused face, his eyes settling in on your hands.

you forgot you were holding his hand… oh shit.

"oh my god. i knew you were wearing choso's shirt a few days ago! i thought i was going crazy! but also… ew." he grimaces, but quickly smiles at the two of you again.

nobara just smirks, "what a cute couple!"

you just giggle a bit, face heating up as you shrug it off. choso's hand stays tightly intertwined with yours as he looks at yuji. "yeah, yuji. that's okay with you, right?" he asks.

yuji nods, and then changes the subject like it's nothing. all of that anticipation and the nerves from sneaking around, and he doesn't even seem to care. but you wonder how he'd react if he knew it was sukuna too.

the car ride back is a blur of yuji asking a million questions. "how long?" "is that why you were in the bathroom so long a few days ago?" he seems genuinely happy, if not a little weirded out that his best friend is officially his step brothers' girlfriend.

after you guys smoke together, you're sitting between choso and yuji on the couch while nobara and megumi are on the other one. choso's hand in yours in front of everyone feels surreal, almost like a dream come to life.

your phone buzzes on the table next to yuji and he glances to you, "want me to check it?"

you shrug, "go for it, man."

you're awake super early, spending the night at yuji's apartment again. you check the time and see that it's 6 in the morning, sighing as you climb out of bed. you know you're not gonna be able to sleep any longer.

your stomach growls loudly and you flinch, rubbing your stomach before quietly leaving yuji's room to go eat something and watch tv until he's awake.

clattering in the kitchen piques your interest, slowly walking down the hall and peeking your head around the corner to see sukuna making bacon and eggs. your eyes widen but you still smile.

"good morning." you say quietly, walking to the kitchen island and sitting down.

he turns around, no shirt on and just sweats settled on his hips. your eyes linger on his body before they meet his, a smirk on his face as he watches you.

"morning. want some?" he offers, putting food onto a plate.

you nod, "sure, thank you!"

he slides the plate over before making his own. then he points at the living room, nodding his head in that direction. "wanna eat in there?"

"sure."

the two of you sit on the couch, forks scraping against glass as you watch tv. you look over at him every so often, only smiling sheepishly when his eyes meet yours too.

once you're done eating, you set the plate down. "you excited for your concert tonight?"

he grins, "of course. hey, make sure you wear a dress. it'll be easier for me when i finally get you alone." he flirts shamelessly as he piles food into his mouth, your eyes rolling as you flush at the comment.

"i can wear one, yeah. i'll be out and about today, so maybe i'll get one with nobara." you shrug.

he puts the plate down on the table, immediately grabbing you by your hips and pulling you onto his lap. you smile at him, shaking your head.

"i'll pay you back if you get a pretty little red one for me." he says, kissing you. you immediately lean into the kiss, moving your lips against his.

your tongue brushes against his, slowly kissing each other while you sit on his lap. you feel him slowly get harder and harder beneath, breaths picking up as the wet noises of your kiss echo.

before it can get too heated, he pulls away with a sigh. "i need to go shower. it's going to be a long day."

you frown, sliding off of him. he grips your chin and kisses you one more time before walking away, the bathroom door shutting and the fan turning on. you stay sat at the couch, spacing out to the tv.

you don't remember falling asleep on the couch, but yuji wakes you up. you have a blanket covering you that you never grabbed, but the smell of sukuna's cologne makes it pretty obvious who put it on you.

his small moments of kindness always make your heart flutter. he's such a good person.

eventually, you and nobara are meeting up at the mall to shop together. yuji's with you guys, but he wanders off to look at different stores than what you and nobara enjoy.

"so, you excited for the concert?" she asks as you guys shuffle through clothing racks.

you shrug. "yeah, i guess so. yuji's so passionate about his brothers, i can't help but feel that excitement too."

she smirks, "his brothers are so hot. but never tell him i said that."

you laugh. she has no idea. "nah, i agree. i won't say a word." you find a pretty lace red dress, it's a bit short but it looks like it'd hug your curves nicely. you raise your eyebrows as you show it to her.

she nods, "go try that on now."

the two of you walk into the back of the store where the dressing rooms, and you pull the dress on. you gasp as you look at yourself in it, face heating up. it's very revealing, but you feel so pretty!

you swing the door open, walking out to nobara and showing her. she immediately gawks at you. "dude, you are so hot. you need to buy that."

you nod, looking to the left and seeing yuji walking up to you guys. "wow, that looks great on you! you're so beautiful!" he beams at you.

you can't help the way you smile back at him, going back in the dressing room and changing back into your regular clothes.

time flies by with the two of them and eventually you're back at yuji's apartment getting ready with him, nobara, and megumi.

you convinced nobara to get a cute dress too so you didn't feel as awkward, and she chose a beautiful black one that's flowy. she does her makeup with you in the bathroom and then you're finally off to the party.

you sit in the passenger seat, singing along to a song with nobara on the drive there. "so, are choso and sukuna's band popular?" she asks randomly.

yuji shrugs, "kinda i guess? they perform once a week, usually it's at parties but sometimes they go to small clubs and venues. i think they just started recording their own songs too."

you nod, "yeah, choso showed us one of their songs a few days ago. really good honestly. it's like… punk rock or maybe metal?"

"oh wow, that's awesome! no offense yuji, but i was half convinced they wouldn't be good." you notice her glance at you a few times more than normal, but shrug it off.

you snort out a laugh as the car finally pulls up to the party. it's a random guy's house, but you can see a crowd around the garage. there's people drinking and chattering all over the place.

you glance to yuji. "are we late?"

he shakes his head, parking in a spot. "nope. they go on in 30. we can go get up in front of everyone else though, gotta show my bros some support!"

you guys climb out of the car and walk into the house to get some drinks, then go out to the garage. there's quite a few people around, but yuji loudly asks to be let through.

it's a bit crowded up at the front and there's quite a bit of chatter, but you're too distracted by peeking at choso and sukuna to really care.

you can see them behind the tiny makeshift curtain, sukuna's loud voice full of complaints. choso just ignores him and tunes his bass, looking around bored. you try to make a small noise to get his attention.

"whatcha doing?" nobara asks, smirking at you deviously.

you flush, eyes wide. "what? nothing. i was- uh- i wanted to say hi to choso."

she looks at you, tilting her head. "hmm. okay." she changes the subject, dragging you into conversation with yuji and megumi. but you can tell she's sussed you out, twinged anxiety poking into your stomach.

a few more minutes pass by, then you hear their lead singer ask for the lights to be shut off. you can't help but giggle at how cute their little band is, hearing the thrum of a bass.

the small curtain gets pulled up and they start playing. they really are good, you could see them performing for a big crowd someday. your eyes settle on sukuna first, smug as you notice his eyes locked on the red dress.

you smirk at him, looking to choso who's standing right in front of you. his eyes are soft with a gleam as he focuses on you and you can't help but flush.

you feel the bass and drums in your chest, and something more hungry lingers in your lower tummy. you're eating up the sight of them in their elements, watching the way they are almost nonchalant about playing so well.

choso doesn't move around as much as geto does, he just lingers by you. it's really cute. and sukuna's eyes keep looking back over to you and that dress too much.

but halfway through their performance, nobara's gripping onto your arm to pull you close to her. "dude… are you fucking one of them? or both?" she whispers. 

"they're both looking at you so intensely. i'm lowkey jealous."

you flush, heart dropping. you knew she knew, but she clicked it all together because of them and not you. you just shut your eyes, sighing defeatedly as you nod.

"please don't tell yuji…" you frown. it hurts to even say that.

"i won't. but just tell him, he's not gonna care if you're fucking choso." she shrugs.

you bite down on your bottom lip awkwardly, "and sukuna." you mumble.

you're laying in yuji's bed, sharing a bowl of popcorn and watching a cheesy old horror film together. neither of you are too interested though, mostly talking to each other and looking at the screen every so often.

"oh cool! choso and sukuna just texted. they're gonna be playing a show at a party this upcoming friday. wanna go?" he's beaming at you, excitement contagious.

you smile and nod, but on the inside your chest flutters. "that'd be fun. wanna get nobara and megumi to go too?"

it's been a few hours since he almost caught you fucking his brothers. he didn't seem to notice the small limp you had when you came in, so luckily everything's fine for now.

he says yes about having the other two join, texting the group chat that all four of you have. you nod as he talks about how they said yes, pulling at the t shirt you have on.

"oh- ew! who's leaving hickeys on you? could at least do a better job of hiding it." your eyes widen, panic coursing through your veins as you look down to the bruise that's formed between your collarbone and shoulder.

it's clearly a bite mark. sukuna.

you'll be saying something to him later for sure. he just thinks it's funny that yuji would see it on you.

you just laugh quietly and pull the fabric to cover it, "my bad, he knows better than to do that. he's just an asshole."

yuji leans closer, nosiness overtaking his features. "you're hooking up with someone new, right? i really hope it's not gojo again."

you burst out laughing at the comment, covering your mouth as it wracks through your body. "fuck no! yuji, i am so past gojo."

and into his brothers now… evidently.

you sigh quietly, looking out the window towards the sunset. you can't help but wonder if they'll be back soon, anxiety and excitement creeping into your gut.

"wanna go smoke?" yuji randomly asks.

you turn to him and furrow your eyebrows. "is that even a question?"

the two of you climb out of bed, soft and warm blankets contrasting to the cool air of the house. you shiver, looking around yuji's room and grabbing a random hoodie that's on the back of his gaming chair.

"mind if i steal this?" you ask.

he sucks air in through his teeth, grimacing. "uh. yeah, if you want. it's sukuna's though… i don't think he'd get upset. he's the one who left it there for some reason."

you fight a smile, gripping the large hoodie and tossing it over your head before you two walk out of his room and down the hallway toward the living room.

you slip on your shoes, face warming up when you remember yuji knocking on the door while sukuna was railing you earlier. 

jesus christ. you will never be able to move on from that embarrassment.

the door cracks open as yuji lets you out first, stepping onto the screened in porch. he grabs his bong and comes out, the two of you getting cozied up on the couch that's pressed against the wall of the house.

you both take a few hits, and you stop before he does. the nice dull high that settles into your body is calming, shoulder slumping as you and yuji talk.

"so nobara says yes, but megumi might need more convincing." you say, looking at your phone with him.

he's leaning on your shoulder, staring at the screen with you. he just groans at the mention of megumi's usual behavior. "dude, he needs to come! he never wants to do anything with us. loser."

you giggle a bit at the mean comment, watching as he grabs his own phone and starts spamming megumi with 'PLEASE COME' texts.

you hear the steady rumble of an engine, looking up to see choso's black car pulling into the drive. you swallow thickly, fighting the urge to smile.

"have you seen them perform yet? i don't think you did, weren't you sick last time?" yuji's asking, mimicking the way your eyes are locked onto his brothers.

you just shake your head, watching the way sukuna smirks at the sight of his hoodie covering your body. he snaps the screen door open, "why are you wearing my clothes, brat?"

you just give him a look. "because it was in yuji's room, asshole."

he grins at you and walks inside, simply flipping you off as he goes through the door.

choso walks up to the two of you, setting his case down against the side of the wall. "hey, what have you two been up to?"

you shrug, but yuji answers for the two of you. "watched some lame horror movie. oh! we got nobara to say she'll come with us on friday, but megumi's gonna need some convincing."

he sits down next to you, thigh touching your own in a small show of intimacy. "yeah? that's okay. don't force him, bro." he laughs at yuji, arm wrapping around behind your back to ruffle yuji's hair.

your face heats up as you look at him, smiling and nudging him with your shoulder.

"want some?" yuji asks, handing the bong to choso without a second thought.

he thanks him and takes a few hits before setting it down on the ground between his legs. the three of you sit in a comfortable silence for a moment, but yuji starts bringing up the party again.

"you know, she's never seen you guys play. she has no idea how cool you and sukuna are." he shakes his head at you as if he's a disappointed parent rather than your best friend.

you scoff. "i was sick. you are so petty."

choso laughs from your other side. "i'm sure you'll have fun."

you look at him and nod, smirking. "tons."

eventually, you and yuji head back to his room. 

you manage to convince megumi to join the three of you at the party on friday somehow, and eventually yuji's snoring loudly while a random cartoon plays on the tv.

you check to make sure he's asleep a few times before slowly getting up from the bed, tiptoeing your way out of his room and flinching when the door creaks a bit.

it shuts silently and you pad down to choso's room, chest fluttering as you quietly turn the knob and open the door. the door's dead silent as it flicks open, your eyes settling in on choso.

he's sitting at his computer, headphones playing music loudly as he plays call of duty. you can't help the way your heart quenches at him, a small smile tugging itself onto your lips as you shut the door behind you.

you walk up behind him, watching as he loses a game and sighs quietly. your fingers tap his shoulder, his body jumping as he turns to look at you with an angry face that quickly melts.

he takes the headphones off, music playing a bit louder now. "hey."

"hi~" you say back, watching as he reaches to turn the pc off and grabs a joint.

you both smoke it together, watching youtube and letting him show you some new music him and sukuna were working on. 

his eyes flicker to the hoodie you have on, eyebrows raising. "sukuna's hoodie?"

you shrug. "it was in yuji's room. oh! speaking of which, dumbass left a hickey. look. yuji had the audacity to ask me if it was gojo." you show him the mark, watching the way he gives it a dirty look and rubs it with his thumb.

it's not long until you're sleepy, leaning against his shoulder with his arm tucked around you.

"wanna go to bed, baby?" he asks.

you nod. the two of you get ready for bed together, and he tosses you one of his tees to wear to sleep. you tug off sukuna's hoodie and leave it on the floor, swapping out your shirt for his instead.

before you know it, he's holding you in his arms. your back presses into his chest, warmth flooding through you.

"goodnight, choso." you whisper quietly.

you love your best friend yuji. he's your platonic soulmate. you guys met fresh out of high school when both of you worked at the same convenience store at the corner, bonding over rude customers and cleaning drink machines at 3am.

now you're in college together.

but… yuji does has some baggage. in the form of two ridiculously hot older brothers that happen to be in a band together.

you didn't mean to start hooking up with sukuna. it just kinda happened one night. yuji went to bed and you stayed up in the living room to watch some tv and that's when his oldest brother just showed up.

he sat way too close to you, asking you if you and yuji were fucking. you immediately said no, because you'd never. but his rough hands were on your thighs the next second later, and then he was dragging you into his bedroom.

he's mean, the type of guy to spit on you and pull your hair until you cry. but beneath that? he's held you in the shower quite a few times, washing your hair.

and with choso, his step brother? it was different. one night he stayed up late with you after you were having a bad week and you ended up kissing him. he immediately became your safe space outside of yuji.

he can read you like a book. he smokes with you and yuji a lot, and loves cuddling with you. every hookup with him feels deeper than just that.

how the two of them ended up fucking you at the same time? you don't even remember it. one day it became both of them at the same time, rough but soft in the best ways.

you always feel a bit guilty though, you know? yuji always hypes up his 'bros' to you, how cool their band is and how if he could play an instrument he'd join them.

he has no idea what you've done behind his back. even now, as you're pinned underneath sukuna with choso's calloused hands covering your mouth while rubbing at your exposed skin, he doesn't know.

your eyes are rolled into the back of your head, back arching into the sweaty tatted chest of the man above you as you cry out into choso's hands. you're in his room this time, sneaking in after classes since yuji had plans with megumi.

but when you guys hear the patter of four knocks ring out against the door, your eyes widen as you look between both of the men.

sukuna just smirks with an evil glint in his eye, fingertips digging into your hips as he keeps brutalizing your g-spot with his thick cock. choso's grip tightens over your mouth.

"what's up, yuji?" he asks.

you don't hear the beginning of what yuji says over the soft claps into your skin, but just barely make out the last half of his sentence. "...is she in there with you?"

"better keep quiet like a good girl. don't want my little brother walking in on us like this, right?" sukuna leans down to whisper it in your ear, hearing the mewl that escapes your mouth as he fucks you harder.

all you can smell is sex and cologne, the vague noise of bass thrumming from the tv as it plays music to drown out the steady creak of the bedframe. and yuji's voice- why are you doing this to him?

choso's eyes flicker to yours, catching the lilt in your mood. he leans down and kisses your forehead, his spare hand squeezing yours to calm you down.

"nah, it's just me in here. maybe she left her shoes here on accident? or she's in the bathroom."

you hear yuji snort. "probably in the bathroom. if you hear her come out, i'll be in my room."

his feet patter away down the hall towards his bedroom and the door shuts, and you let out a shaky breath of air you didn't know you were holding.

sukuna's grip turns lethal as he flips your body over, completely disregarding choso's gentle touch on you as he slides back into your pussy from behind and starts pounding into you.

you yelp out, immediately covering your own mouth with your hands as tears well up in your eyes.

choso strokes your hair, capturing your lips in a kiss to muffle your noises as sukuna's pace become so harsh that the clap of skin on skin is louder than the music.

the bed creaks painfully loud, slapping against the wall with each heavy stroke he drills into you. you were already so close to cumming before, but now you're already there.

pure ectasy hits you as you whine into choso's mouth, pussy clamping around sukuna's cock as he growls out. your body shudders with each wave until you're a puddle of your former self on choso's bed.

you feel sukuna still as he groans out, hot spurts of cum lining your walls as both of you struggle to catch your breaths.

once he's pulled out, choso's lips leave yours and he wipes a tear away from your stained cheek. "you okay?" he asks.

you nod, too breathless to use your words right now.

"you should probably go pretend like you were taking a shit now." sukuna whispers in your ear as he flops onto the bed next to you, shorts tugged back up to his hips.

you sigh, leaning into his chest while choso's fingers massage your scalp. you love the little thing you've got going on with them. sometimes it's hard to just get up and pretend like nothing happened.

"i know. i just want to enjoy this a bit longer." you whine, fingernails tracing small shapes into his muscles.

both of their phones start buzzing and choso sighs, picking his up and looking at the screen. "as much as we'd love to stay, we have practice. geto's out of class now."

you frown but get out of the bed, dressing yourself as you watch choso grab his bass and shove it into a case as he gets ready to leave. sukuna just ruffles your hair with a large hand before he leaves the room wordlessly to go change.

after you pull your shirt over your head and walk over to choso, he wraps you into his arms gently. "if you spend the night, sleep with me." he offers, kissing your lips and ushering you out of the room.

"why did this have to happen to me?" you cry out quietly to yourself, tugging your hands and wincing at the sharp pain of rope digging into your skin.

you hear heavy footsteps and a loud snort, sighing heavily when you realize enjin's the one who found you. it couldn't have been someone nicer? zanka maybe?

but when you hear the gasp and quiet "oh shit.", you realize there's an audience watching. because that is zanka, and that makes your face swelter as you realize this is possibly the worst day of your life.

"please!" you whine, wiggling your hips as the slow creak of metal groans around you. "i-i'm stuck."

your heart beat is frantically pulsing in your ears, body shaking in the air. you're so fucking embarrassed right now. this has to be unreal. a nightmare.

"what a nice fuckin' view you left for us to walk into," enjin whistles, walking up closer and slapping your ass.

you yelp, "enjin, i swear to god when i get out of here i will fucking kill you."

you hear zanka's feet slap into the dirt as he comes up and around to your front, trying his hardest to ignore the way your tits are squeezed together. "you okay?"

you frown, shaking your head. "i-it hurts. i didn't mean to get caught in here."

your shirt's ripped open, tits spilling out and just barely covered in the position you're stuck in. it's clearly an old trap and its original purpose is no longer possible.

so instead you're just dangling there, hands stuck above your head and rope wrapped around body awkwardly. 

you're basically bent over in the air, ropes tugging on you like harness. each twitch causes the ropes to tug harder.

"enjin, stop. we should actually get her down," zanka mutters, though his voice is thick, his eyes stuck on the way your chest heaves against the rough cord. he reaches out, his fingers hovering near the knot above your head, but he doesn't pull.

he's frozen, his face a violent shade of crimson as he takes in the sight of you literally gift-wrapped for them.

enjin hums, a low, vibration that you feel even through the air. he doesn't move to help zanka. instead, his hand slides from your hip to the back of your thigh, his thumb hooking into the edge of your lace panties.

dear god, this is the most humiliating thing to happen to you to date. the way enjin's being a complete pervert without any shame, a chuckle passing his lips as your thighs tremble.

enjin’s thumb hooks into the lace, snapping the fabric against your skin teasingly. he watches the way your breath hitches, the way the ropes creak and groan as you try to squirm away from his touch.

he loves how they tighten on your body with each movement, pressing your skin tighter to expose more.

you hate how turned on you are by this. being forced to act as bait for these two hungry men. each small move to struggle pressing you in such sensitive places until your head's spinning.

"get her down, zanka says," enjin rumbles, his voice dropping into that lazy, dangerous register. "but i dunno. seems like a waste of a perfectly good opportunity to teach you a lesson."

"a lesson?" you gasp, the word catching in your throat as the ropes creak again, pulling your chest even tighter against the rough fibers. "enjin, please! this isn't funny. i'm stuck!"

zanka’s hands are still hovering near the knot, but they’re shaking now. he’s looking at the way your tits are practically spilling out of your torn shirt, clearly fighting for his life to not feed on enjin's pervy energy.

he fumbles with a small pocket knife, his knuckles white as he tries to find a clean angle through the thick, knotted mess. "hold still," he snaps, though his voice is more panicked than authoritative. "i’m trying to- i just need to get the tension off your chest so you can breathe."

he reaches in, the blade glinting in the dim light, but as the ropes creak and you give a desperate, jerky wiggle to help him, the knife slips.

there’s a sharp rip of fabric.

the remains of your shirt don't just loosen; they completely give way. the tattered cloth falls away from your shoulders, leaving your chest fully, jarringly exposed to the humid air and their hungry stares.

you let out a strangled yelp, trying to arch your back to hide yourself, but the harness only bites deeper into your skin, forcing your back to bow and your chest to thrust forward.

"zanka!" you shriek, face burning a shade of red that feels like it’s glowing. "you-you cut my shirt!"

zanka freezes, the pocket knife nearly slipping from his shaking fingers. he’s staring at your bare tits, his mouth hanging open as he watches your nipples harden in the cool draft. he looks like he’s about to have a heart attack right there in the dirt.

"i-i didn't- it was an accident!" he chokes out, but he doesn't pull away. his gaze is locked on the way your pulse is thrumming in your throat, his breath coming in short, jagged pulls.

enjin lets out a low, dark whistle from behind you. "nice work, zanka. such pretty tits on full view now."

"shut up. we need to get her out of here." zanka snaps, immediately tugging his coat off to try to cover you. with the angle, there's no point in trying.

"zanka! stop staring and cut me down!" you wail, your voice cracking as your tits bounce with every frantic wiggle of your torso. 

the ropes bite into your ribs, the rough texture digging into your bare skin, but the heat from their stares is what's truly scorching you.

zanka looks like he’s about to break. his pocket knife tucked back away and coat gathered in his hands, his eyes darting from your hardened nipples to the way your hips are arched up toward enjin. "i-i’m trying! you just- you won't stay still!"

he’s fumbling with the heavy fabric, but every time he tries to drape it, his knuckles brush against your bare, sensitive skin, and you let out a broken, high-pitched whine that makes him freeze.

"don't- don't touch me like that," you gasp, though your body is betraying you, your nipples dragging against the rough wool of his sleeve.

"i'm trying to help!" zanka snaps, his voice cracking. he’s so close now that you can see the sweat gathering on his skin, his eyes blown out and dark as they track the way your tits are heaving.

enjin’s low chuckle comes from right behind your ear. you didn't even hear him move. "he's not helping, baby. he's just takin' in the view."

he pulls your chin so your eyes lock onto his, smug smirk tugging at his lips. his breath brushes against your lips, his eyes flickering to them before he's kissing you hard.

you immediately whine into the kiss, tongue swiping against his desperately as any resolve simmers away.

your teeth clash with his desperately, the ropes creaking and groaning as your body instinctively tries to press into his solid heat. all the moving does is tuck you in tighter, peaks of fat pinched between thick rope.

zanka let out a strangled, high-pitched noise - half-gasp, half-groan - as he watches enjin’s hands grab at your supple tits and toy with them.

his fingers pinch your nipples and your back is arching into the rope, a squeal muffled by the weight of the kiss.

his lips leave yours, a trail of spit connecting your mouths before snapping. he looks to zanka and nods at him, "wanna have a go? kiss her."

your eyes widen, swallowing thickly before you look to zanka. his pretty eyes are at their last leg of defenses, pure lust pooling into his face as he looks at your tits then up at your eyes.

you whine, wriggling helplessly. "please?" you ask.

his eyes immediately darken, that lust taking over. he grips onto your jaw and kisses you, tongue lulling into your own until you feel like a puddle on the floor.

you can feel enjin's big hands linger on your panties again, tugging at the fabric as you kiss zanka. you whimper when you feel the snap of fabric, sudden rush of air against your soaking pussy as your panties rip.

he lets out a husky laugh, fingers teasing your folds. "so fucking wet. i bet you knew this was gonna happen. wouldn't put it past you, pervert."

you hear a rustle behind you, suddenly focusing harder on that than kissing zanka.

a hot, heavy prod at your pussy's entrance causes you to groan into zanka's mouth, back arching as enjin's cock pushes into you and fills you up until you're nearly crying at the fullness.

the creak of the metal overhead is the only warning you get before enjin’s slowly dragging his cock out and slamming into you so hard your breath's stolen from your lungs.

you let out a broken, high-pitched wail into zanka’s mouth as enjin bottoms out again, his thick, heavy cock stretching you until you feel like you’re going to split. 

the angle is agonizingly perfect; with your hands pinned above your head, there's nowhere for the sensation to go but straight to your core. "mmm, so tight. this pussy was made f'me."

he starts a brutal, mean pace. every thrust of his cock into you has your body wracking against the ropes, knotting yourself in tighter and tighter as loud moans interrupt zanka's steady kisses.

his hands are on your tits, kneading them and squeezing your nipples between two fingers.

the dual stimulation is almost too much, a weight that has your clit crying for attention. you're kinda happy to have gotten stuck in this trap now.

enjin’s pace is relentless, his thick, heavy thrusts sending vibrations all the way up the ropes until the metal overhead is screaming as loud as you are. 

he’s not being gentle; he’s using the leverage of your pinned arms to drive himself deeper, his grunts turning into low, jagged growls. "you like being stuck like this, don't you?" he rasps, his hand sliding from your waist to the knot above your head, tugging it just enough to make your back arch painfully, beautifully.

you mewl, lips separating from zanka just as enjin drags another noise from you. the sound of metal creaking painfully and skin slapping against skin roughly echoes out in the clearing.

your eyes are rolled back, head thrown back with each heavy and deep thrust he forces into you. you feel the way his hips start sputtering, and eventually he's fully pulling out of you and rushing to your front.

"gonna cum in your mouth," he smirks, pulling your hair and forcing your mouth around the length of his cock.

you taste yourself on the tip as you lap at it, dropping your head down and hollowing out your cheeks as you suck hard. "fuuuuuck!" he growls out, grip on your hair painful as he forces you to take all of him.

you gag around the length as he twitches, hot ropes of cum bellowing into your mouth. it's salty, but a savory taste that you swallow down with ease.

he pats your head, releasing your hair. "good girl."

you feel a prod at your wet pussy, realizing zanka's behind you now. he's thicker than enjin, the fat tip a burning stretch as you scream out.

his hands grip your hips roughly, every bit of self control thrown out the window as he starts fucking into you hard. "f-fuck, it's so tight." he whines, each thrust a heavy slap that has your tits clapping.

shaky fingers reach down to toy with your clit, the attention that you'd been craving for that sensitive nub just enough to make your vision go white as you cum.

you yelp, waves of pleasure flashing through your body and wracking you against the ropes. your pussy clamps around zanka desperately, which has him groaning.

"i-i'm so close." he mutters out, his hips sputtering and clapping against your ass loudly.

he lets out a broken sob, his hips stuttering as he buries himself deep inside you and stays there, his hot cum filling you up until it’s dripping down your thighs in a fat load.

the silence that follows is heavy, broken only by the creak of the metal and the three of you gasping for air.

enjin finally reaches up, knife clicking open with a sharp, final sound. "alright, alright. let's get you down before you actually break the equipment."

with one swift motion, he slices the main cord. the tension snaps, and you fall forward - only to be caught in zanka’s shaky, waiting arms before you hit the dirt.

your whole body is erupting with stiff embarrassment when you three decide to head back to base instead of continuing. you've got zanka's coat on and mere chunks of fabric of what was left of your clothes. 

deep red burns coat your entire body, twinges flashing with every rough step until enjin's carrying you to stop the writhing pain.

eyes linger on the sight of you; completely dishevled, coated in suggestive markings as your superior carries you with a glint in his eye and a smirk that says it all.

toji:

you have fresh baked cookies piled up on a tray, just barely cooled down enough to not fall apart as you head out your front door. you can hear a nickelback song playing out beyond the yard, peering over to the neighbor's house.

your eyes nearly bulge out of your head at the sight, a toddler playing in the grass with some sticks and the hottest man you've ever laid your eyes on using the bottom of his shirt to wipe a sheen of sweat off his forehead.

his abs are on full view, your eyebrows raising as you just stand there awkwardly. you shake your head to get back into your own world, walking over with a nervous smile.

you can smell freshly cut grass and the stink of oil, the sound of metal clinking as he fiddles with a tool.

he's covered in grease, an old beat up 1960's corvette propped up on a jack with the hood open. he sees you out of the corner of his eye, looking at you with a smirk tugging at his lips.

"uh, hi! i'm your new neighbor, i just wanted to bring some cookies over and introduce myself." you say in a kind voice, watching the way the toddler looks over at you and runs over.

"oooo can i have one? please daddy?" the boy asks, and the man sighs and wipes his greasy hands on his jeans. he stands up, literally towering over you.

you flush at how big he is, trying to look anywhere else that's not his bulging biceps. he takes the tray out of your hands, "thanks, sweetheart. here megumi, only one for now."

he hands the cookie to the little boy and he eats it in a rush, eyes lighting up. "wow, this is so yummy!" he beams, walking over to you and staring up at you.

"can you be my new mommy?"

you cough back a laugh, a smile forming on your face at the cute boy.

he wipes his hands on his jeans, towering over you, and says with a small grin, “sorry about him. i’m toji. nice to meet you.”

before you know it, you’re finding excuses to go over and chat with your older neighbor. every glance lingers a second too long, every handoff of cookies charged with unspoken electricity. 

then, one weekend evening, after his son’s been sent away, he asks you to come over for dinner.

you're anxious, dressed in a cute little sundress that you pick at while you breathe in deeply. you knock at the door and hear his footsteps approach, the door cracking open and his dark eyes looking you up and down.

you can smell food cooking in the kitchen, soft glow of lights coating the house. he's got a lopsided grin on his face as he widens the door to let you walk through.

"thanks for inviting me over." you say, turning around to catch a glimpse of him staring at your ass.

he nods slowly, looking up to your eyes without a beat. "of course. gotta do somethin' nice for my sweet neighbor."

there's a certain tone he uses when he talks to you in private, one that sends heavy heat between your thighs. you can't help the way you nibble on your bottom lip, quickly looking in the direction of the kitchen.

"what'd you make?"

he comes closer to you, hand brushing against your lower back. you swallow hard, looking back and up to meet his eyes. you can tell he doesn't care about dinner anymore.

his blackened hands settle on your hips, "ya know, i don't think either of us care about dinner as much as we're pretendin' to."

your breath hitches, and you stop pretending like he's wrong. you lean up on your tip toes, lips crashing against his. he reacts immediately to the touch, kissing you back hungrily.

his fingers dig into the fat on your hips, sliding down until he's cupping your ass and pulling you flush into his large frame.

you gasp into the kiss, clash of teeth and tongue that turns into something heavier by the second. your arms are wrapped loosely around his neck, fingers tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck.

his tongue massages into yours, tasting of whiskey and something minty. you can smell that oil and aftershave on him, an addicting combination. 

you don't want to stop.

he pulls back for a moment, hands leaving your ass to pull you in the direction of the kitchen. he lifts you up and places you onto that counter across from the stove, dress lifting up in the process.

his eyes fall to that wet patch coating your cotton panties and he smirks, dirty thumb brushing against it and pressing in. "such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

you whine at the touch, hips twitching against his touch as he starts rubbing you through the fabric until it's soaked through completely.

your clit is screaming for attention, grinding into his touch to feel even a little friction. but his other hand holds you still, grip rough and clearly warning you to chill.

eventually he slides your panties aside, licking his lips as he stares at your glistening pussy. "fuck, a pretty pussy too? poor thing's beggin' to be touched." he smirks.

he tugs at his jeans, the slide of leather through belt loops as he drops his belt onto the floor. once he pulls his cock out, you look down at it with wide eyes.

it's fucking massive - how's that supposed to fit?

"ya like it?" he asks, and you nod sheepishly. "good, 'cause this isn't the only time i'm fuckin' you."

and with that he guides the tip in, your eyes rolling back and head slamming into the cabinets behind you. each thick inch of him causes your breath to stutter.

once he bottoms out, he's groaning in your ear. "fuckkkkk, it's takin' everythin' in me to not be rough with you."

"t-then do it." you stutter out in a whisper, chest heaving as you feel his hands on your hips squeeze harshly.

"don't know what you're askin' for." he mutters, but starts a brutal pace. 

he slides you closer to the edge of the counter, gripping you hard as loud slaps start bellowing out. you can hear the desperate sizzle of the pan across from you, but the way he's fucking you drowns that all out.

you're crying out with each brutal push of his cock in you, the tip brushing into a spot that has you seeing stars. your hands are gripping his shoulders, fingernails digging into the fabric.

his hands slide down to your thighs, gripping onto them as he pulls your legs up until they're up at his shoulders now, feet hanging so he can drive even deeper. 

the counter creaks under the weight of his aggression, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the kitchen alongside the frantic, rhythmic pop of the grease on the stove.

those dirty fingers reach for your clit, rubbing harsh tight circles into the sensitive nub until you're screaming out as you cum hard.

every wave of your orgasm causes your pussy to clamp around him, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as his hips stutter at the feeling. you can tell he's getting closer.

"such a dirty fuckin' girl. knew you were gonna be trouble the moment i saw you." he rasps out, cock still hitting that sweet spot with every brutal thrust.

he increases the speed, his movements becoming a blur of friction and force. your head thumps rhythmically against the cabinet, the world narrowing down to the feeling of him filling you more than you knew possible.

the smell of burnt pasta and meat fills the air, a smell that has your nose crinkle in disgust behind those moans. but he doesn't care, he just continues fucking into you.

once he finishes, he's groaning out and stilling while fully sheathed in you. you can feel the heat of his cum, each spurt a delicious warmth that coats your pussy.

after he's done, he pulls out of you and pulls your panties back over your beat up pussy. he tucks himself back in his pants and buckles his belt back up, looking at you as if none of that happened.

he glances behind his shoulder, at the burnt food, and gives you a devious smirk. "well, food's burnt. guess we gotta go pick somethin' up. my treat."

he takes you to a diner in that corvette, loud engine whirring and cum pooling in your panties. you wouldn't have wanted your night to go any other way than this.

nanami:

it's late afternoon when you finally finish baking the cookies you wanted to bring to your neighbor's house, nerves bundling up in your tummy.

you check the window to make sure their vehicle is home, sighing in relief when you see a car. you head out the door and down the sidewalk, tray of cookies in hand.

the grass in their yard is perfectly trimmed, a vibrant shade of green compared to the rest of the houses around. there's a few small flowering shrubs too.

you inhale deeply and knock at the door, hearing footsteps come up to the door. a handsome man answers the door and your throat goes dry, eyes looking the suit-clad man up and down in surprise.

he's fine as hell!

his tired eyes widen a bit as he takes you in, before he focuses on the tray of cookies you're holding with a small smile. "hi! i just moved in next door and wanted to bring some cookies over and introduce myself."

once you properly introduce yourself to him, he's whisking the tray from your hands, fingers brushing against yours for a moment. your face heats up as he pushes the door open a bit wider. 

"i'm kento nanami. why don't you come in for some tea? i just made some." he offers.

you walk through the door and follow him through the beautiful house. everything's so neatly placed, but still cozy in the best ways. he leads you over to a table tucked in the dining room, setting the tray down.

"please, sit."

you do. you take a seat at one of the chairs, eyes wandering at the paintings framed around the room. then, you look back to him.

he takes his coat off, and your mouth goes dry as you watch him remove his tie. you aren't sure how he manages to make such simple actions look so sexy, but you're quickly looking away when his eyes catch your stare.

your neighbor offers for you to come by once a week after that for tea, every visit becoming more comfortable than the last. you share laughter across the table, talking long after the cups are empty, becoming something closer to friends than just neighbors.

your attraction to him only grows the more you learn about him. he works late, often coming home tired from long hours, but beneath that workaholic routine he’s surprisingly warm and easy to talk to.

and this time, when he asks you to come over, you can tell something’s different. the way he looked at you the week before said it all - a lingering gaze that stayed on you just a little too long.

you could see that pent up tension in his eyes, because it'd been hiding beneath yours too.

when he opens the door tonight, he isn’t wearing his usual suit jacket. his sleeves are rolled up, tie loosened, and his eyes settle on you with a focus that makes your pulse jump.

he doesn't greet you like he usually does, he just simply pushes the door open until you've walked through before he's shutting it and locking it behind you.

you tilt your head as you look at him, "long day?"

he lets out a heavy sigh, back turned to you as he rests his forehead against the door. "very."

you frown at the sound of his voice, a twinge of empathy rising. he always seems so overworked, tense. you wish there was something you could do to help him.

he walks over to you, tall frame blocking your view. his heavy hands grip onto your shoulders and you gasp, looking up at him.

he gives you no time to think or even speak, just crashing his lips onto yours in a clash of teeth and tongue. you moan into the kiss, feeling his hands slide from your shoulders down to your waist.

he tastes like espresso and cinnamon and smells of fresh linens, a combo that has your head spinning. your arms wrap around his neck loosely, standing on your tip toes to reach him better.

his lips leave yours for just a moment, his hands reaching for his neck and tugging his tie off. his dark eyes bore into yours as he grabs your wrists, turning your body around and knotting the fabric behind your back.

you tug at the fabric, swallowing thickly. he grips your hands and pulls you in the direction of the table you always sit at, pushing you into the wall of the room.

you look up at him, face hot with embarrassment. his fingers brush against your bottom lip, "i've been holding myself back for so long around you."

he kisses you again, rougher than the first time. his lips move against yours with perfect precision, tongue swiping against your own until you're liquid in his hands.

you're absolutely soaked by now, just the taste and smell of him alone being more than enough to get you going. your fingers dig into the fabric of the tie that's looped around your wrists as you whine out.

his fingers tangle into your hair, tugging your head back as your lips leave his. you mewl out when his lips immediately start terrorizing the sensitive skin of your neck, biting down on the skin and sucking into it as he moves lower.

you're shaking against him, body vibrating with an intense need. he leaves a slew of new marks along your neck and collarbones before he's kissing you again.

his grip on your hair stays the same, the free hand gripping onto your throat and pushing into your windpipe just the slightest amount. enough to have you moan out into his mouth, toes curling.

not long into the making out, you feel him press into you. his bulge is massive, digging into your skin feverishly as his tongue massages into yours. every intense breath through your noses cause his glasses to fog up more and more.

eventually he's forcing you to bend over the table, hands working the fabric of your shorts and panties down without any hesitation. you gasp at the quickness of it, nerves bubbling up.

"fuck… i wish i did this sooner." he breathes, a cut of a growl passing his lips as his fingers swipe between your dripping folds.

a fingertip digs into your clit and you whine out, hips stuttering against his touch. he stops, and you hear the clink of metal as he takes his belt off. it falls to the floor, and the sound of a zipper rings out.

you're so nervous, but you don't want him to stop. every touch, every breath, every noise that he makes. it has your pussy drooling out pathetically, slick gathering up and dripping down your thighs.

you feel the fat head of his cock bellow in, swiping up and down and stabbing into your clit. your fingers dig into the tie at the feeling, gasping when he pushes in.

your eyes roll into the back of your head with each inch. his hands grip onto yours through the tie, tugging the fabric until you're arched into him.

that causes all of him to fill you at once, a burning pleasure that rips through your whole body. your mouth falls open, eyes clamped shut.

you're pressed into the cool wood of the table, and as he slowly drags his cock out and slams back in, you hear the rhythmic clink of the glassware echo out in the dining room.

one hand directs your tied wrists, holding them tightly to bounce your ass off of him. the other's gripping your hip, nails digging into your skin with each brutal push of his cock.

you cry out with each heavy thrust that steals your breath away, chest heaving into the table. he's grunting with each movement, forearms flexing as he pulls you closer.

"spent my whole fucking day imagining this. having you bent over my table like this. doesn't an old man like me disgust you?"

you shake your head, "n-no! i-i've always - fuck-" you cry out, "i've always wanted this. since the day we met."

his grip on you becomes tighter, thrusts rougher as the slaps start to bellow out louder than before.

you can feel the tip hitting something inside of you that has you reeling, so close to cumming already. each tap tap tap of it lifting you higher, higher, until your pussy starts clamping around him with a scream.

he growls out at it, hips stuttering against your ass for a split second before its brutal pace picks back up. "fuck, you're squeezing me so tight." he hisses through his teeth.

his hand lets go of your wrists and reaches for your hair instead, fisting it and tugging hard. the pain is a delicious spread through your body, each heavy tug twinging all the way to your clit.

you feel the hardest tug when he stills, hot spurts of cum filling your pussy up as he groans out. you're shaking against him, legs numb and thighs burning.

after you take some time to catch your breaths, he eventually pulls out and unties your hands. they burn from the friction of his tie, but he's quick to take you to his bathroom and wash you down in the shower.

he cleans your red wrists, spending each moment to make sure that you're okay and cleaning your sweaty body. by the end of the evening, you're snuggled up to him on his couch watching a movie.

sukuna:

you heard some gossip about your neighbor from the old ladies in town while shopping. they'd warned you about the 'devil' next door, and how even if he's a handsome man he's no good.

they said he was a dirty, no good pervert. a man who'd just love having a pretty little thing like you nextdoor.

but you still decided to bake the cookies, thinking that they're probably just being dramatic. 

but as you get closer to his house, the smell of weed cutting through the windows covered in heavy curtains with heavy metal blaring, you're starting to believe them a bit.

you knock on the door a few times, hearing an annoyed groan come from inside. you hear muttering up until the moment a lock, comes undone, door swinging open.

"i can smoke my fuckin' weed. it's legal- oh, hello there." smoke puffs from his nose as a smirk tugs at his lips.

they were right about him being attractive, but you think they underexaggerated that part. he's disgustingly hot. like, model or hot lead singer for a band hot.

he looks at the small tray of cookies in your hands and plucks one off the tray, taking a large bite out of it before he's groaning dramatically. "fuckin' good. thanks."

he takes a hit off of a dab pen, blowing the smoke right in your face. you just smile at him a bit awkwardly, but the steady ache that tightens in your tummy confirms that this man's exactly the trouble you want around.

every day from that day creates a new game that you aren't a willing participant of. suddenly, your nextdoor neighbor has no curtains on his windows. sometimes when you're in the living room, you hear noises coming from his house.

one day, you physically saw him jerking his own dick off right in front of the glass. 

you pretended not to notice it - the dark, thick, long mass that swelled between his legs - but your fingers weren't enough to get it off your mind that night.

one day you finally gain the courage to do your own play, grabbing one of your tiniest black bikinis and tugging it on. you slap one of those tanning chairs down in the yard on a day where the sun's beating down, slathering your body with sunblock.

you hear the sound of his back door snap shut, footsteps that crunch into the rotted leaves covering his yard. he doesn't care that you can hear him. and you don't care that he's looking.

you play some random music on a small speaker, sipping at your glass of lemonade you tucked off in the shade before bending over to adjust the chair a bit.

and yes, you did indeed bend over like that facing the gap in the fence he's shamelessly staring at.

you hum along to the music, pretending like you don't notice him as you lie down on the chair. you close your eyes, pressing your tits together as the sun beats down on you.

you can hear him breathing every so often, or the groan of wood as he leans into it. and soon, you're just bored.

"so… are you gonna come over instead of staring at me like a fucking creep? think i missed a spot with the sunscreen, wanna come help me get it?"

the wood groans and you hear a thud, then heavy footsteps that tread up to you. you peel your eyes open, smirking up at the older man. he's shirtless, revealing all of those delicious tattoos you'd caught a glimpse of before.

he crosses his arms, eyes narrowed. "about time you said something. thought you were just a boring little brat."

he's quick to reach for that bottle of sunscreen, the plastic creaking under his grip. he looms over the tanning chair, blocking out the sun so you're suddenly shivering in his shadow.

"a spot you missed, huh?" his voice is a low, gravelly scrape.

you smirk and nod up at him, licking your lips as you look his body up and down. "a few spots, actually. guess i just needed someone to come help me." you say in an innocent tone.

he kicks your legs apart with the toe of his boot, forcing you open right there in the blinding daylight. he flips the cap of the bottle with his thumb - the click loud enough to echo out in the yard - and he doesn't rub it into his hands first.

he aims the bottle right at the center of your bikini bottoms. you gasp as the cold, thick white cream hits the fabric, soaking through immediately to the sensitive skin of your clit.

"look at that," he sneers, his thumb coming down to smear the lotion through the fabric, pressing hard against the nub that’s already throbbing for him. "soaked already. you must’ve been burning up over here watching me, you little pervert."

"sukuna-" you whimper, but he cuts you off aggressively.

"shut up and fucking take it."

he rubs harsh circles into your clit, your breath picking up with each brush. he rubs the white cream until it's translucent, until you're holding in each whimper with all of your energy.

he tugs the string on one side of your hips, then the other. he tugs the fabric of your bottoms down, smirking down at your soaked pussy glistening. "you're a nasty little bitch, aren't you?"

he slaps your clit, sudden stinging pain. you whine out, eyes rolling back. two fingers roughly press into you, roughly thrusting in and out of you. wet squelches start echoing in your backyard, his thumb rough as it beats on your clit.

you can already feel a heavy pressure building up, the steady pulse in your clit that spreads sparks through your entire body. each heavy thrust of his thick fingers is just too good-

and that's when you cum hard. your eyes clamp shut, wave after wave of pure ecstasy flowing through you. "fucking nasty. you squirted."

he works you through it, slapping your clit again when he pulls his fingers out.

you're positive that you've died and gone to heaven. he made you squirt, something you didn't even know you could do.

he scoffs at the mess you’ve made on the tanning chair, a dark, dangerous chuckle vibrating in his chest. "look at this. you're practically begging for the whole neighborhood to see what a mess you are."

he doesn't give you a chance to recover. he grabs your wrists and hauls you up, dragging you toward the wooden fence. he spins you around, slamming your chest against the rough grain of the wood. 

you gasp as the sun-warmed splinters press into your skin, but the heat of his body behind you is a thousand times more intense.

"you like being watched, don't you?" he growls into your ear. "i saw you through the glass the other night. fingers deep in yourself while you stared at me. tell me, princess... who were you thinking about?"

he doesn't wait for an answer. he’s already unzipping his fly, the heavy metal clinking of his belt echoing in the quiet afternoon. he hooks a leg around yours, forcing you even wider against the fence.

you feel that hot blunt tip pressing into you, a gasp passing your lips as he starts inching his way into your pussy. 

the rough wood of the fence digs into your palms as he hitches your hips higher, his breath hot and smelling of that bitter weed and expensive cologne against the shell of your ear.

his hands grip your hips, bruising and rough, as he starts fucking into you hard. skin slaps against skin loudly, breaking the serene sound of cicadas and birds off in the trees.

the fat tip of his cock hits that same spot in you that his fingers were beating into, each brutal thrust slapping into it until you're actually screaming.

"such a nasty little girl, keep letting those noises out. tell everyone who's fucking you this good." his voice is a growl in your ear, soaked with pure smugness. 

"it's you!" you whine, eyes rolling into the back of your head. you're drooling from the pleasure, and your clit is screaming for him again already.

"say my name," he commands, his voice dropping into a register that vibrates through your entire spine. he reaches around, fisting your hair and pulling your head back so your throat is exposed to the harsh afternoon sun. 

"i want the old ladies next door to hear exactly who’s making you scream like a gutter bitch."

"sukuna - ah! - sukuna, please!" you sob out, your toes barely touching the grass as he hitches you higher, his cock bottoming out with a force that makes your vision go white.

he laughs, a dark, jagged sound. "please what? please stop? or please let the neighbors see me flip you around and show 'em exactly how much of a mess you’ve made of my fence?"

he shifts his grip, one hand staying on your hip to keep the brutal pace while the other reaches down. he finds that engorged, overstimulated clit - still sensitive from the slapping - and starts grinding his thumb into it with zero mercy.

the combination of the friction, the sun beating down on your bare back, and the thick, unrelenting stretch of him filling you is too much. you’re not just cumming; you’re losing your mind. 

your legs give out, and the only thing keeping you upright is his crushing grip and the fact that he’s physically pinned you to the property line.

"that's it," he growls, feeling your internal walls start to pulse and seize around him. "take every fucking drop of it. i’m gonna make sure you smell like me for the rest of the week."

he lets out a final, guttural roar as he slams into you one last time, his body locking up as his cum floods into you. he stays there for a long minute, chest heaving against your back, the smell of sunscreen and weed thick in the air.

he leaves after you've both come down, walking off to his own yard with his hands tucked into his pockets. "same time tomorrow."

the next morning you're at the grocery store, the old ladies that gossiped to you that first day are giving you dirty and disgusted looks as they whisper to each other.

gojo:

you don't even get to bring your cookies over to your neighbors house.

you're pulling the baking tray out of the oven with steam flying into the air when you hear a knock at the door, eyebrows furrowing as you head to the front door and look through the peep hole.

your cheeks heat up when you notice the hot older guy leaning against your glass door, looking down at the knee socks and baggy tee covering your body. you consider if you should open the door.

"i heard you come to the door, i won't bite unless you ask!"

you scoff at his audacity, unlocking the door and swinging it open. his bright blue eyes immediately look you up and down, licking his lips as a smirk toys at them.

"well, hello there. i'm satoru gojo, i live next door. thought i'd come by and introduce myself."

he stands tall, thick ripples of muscle coating his arms despite the fact that he's clearly older. he has grey sweats and a tight fitting black tee, arms crossed and flexing his forearms from the pressure.

you swallow thickly. he's going to be trouble. "uh, yeah hi. i was actually getting ready to bring some cookies over so i could introduce myself," you laugh awkwardly, "but you can just come in. i'll get them trayed up."

he follows closely as you come into the house, bringing him into your kitchen. they've had enough time to cool down, so you tuck them into a plastic tray.

"nice house." he says, looking around a bit. his eyes lock onto the faucet that's steadily dripping at the sink, "i can fix that for you, if you want?"

that starts a pattern. a few days later, he's knocking on your door at 8pm talking about how you have wiring issues because your porch light's been flickering, so he offers to fix that.

but after you got a view up close of him with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, grunting as he manhandles the power box and takes care of you, you traded numbers with him.

satoru :( my cabinet isn't supposed to lean like this is it?

*attached image*

No sweetheart, I'll be right over.

he's over once a week now, inspecting small things around the house that you know aren't that big of a deal. but you just love hearing the noises he makes when he's gotta lift heavy things up, the way his muscles flex.

eventually, your bedframe's been squealing and feels a bit more shaky than normal. you totally did not take a bolt out from the frame to get an excuse for him to come over.

i think my bed frame is broken, can you come take a look?

he leaves you on read, which makes your stomach drop. too far, maybe?

you take a sip of the glass of wine next to you, still seated on the couch. the door swings open and he marches in, clad in another pair of grey sweats. you eat that up, suddenly sitting up straight as your eyes meet.

"where's your bedroom?"

you smirk but immediately drop it, standing up with that glass of wine to take another sip before clinking it into the wood. you walk down the hall towards your bedroom, flicking the light on.

he's right behind you, heat from his chest barreling into your back. you look to your right and make eye contact, motioning towards the bed covered in stuffed animals.

he walks into the room and you finally speak up, "i don't know what's going on with it."

you watch closely as he presses a large hand into the mattress, bed creaking out beneath the pressure. the noise makes your ears ache, flinching at it.

he looks at you and raises an eyebrow before dropping to his knees, leaning and looking under your bed. the bolt sits there, unscrewed and lingering next to the hole it's meant to be in.

"huh. looks like someone took this bolt out." his voice carries that same amused tone he always uses when he catches you staring a little too long.

you smirk. "that's so weird." you say sarcastically.

he reaches for the bolt, screwing it back in slowly so it squeaks out obnoxiously with each twirl. "cute. you know, these bolts don't tend to fall out on their own."

your heart rate picks up, flushing as he swipes his hands over those sweats you always stare at. he's got a glint in his eye as he faces you, hands gripping your hips.

"you know, if you wanted me in your bed that bad sweetheart, you could've just asked."

he takes a seat on the bed, no creaks ringing out now. his legs are wide open, a stiff bulge that you try your hardest not to stare at. he pats his thick thighs, "c'mon. let's see if my work's gonna hold up."

you slowly walk until you're flush against his thighs, his hands sliding from the socks stretch to the fat of your thighs up to your waist.

"these socks look real nice on you. i like them a lot." he says, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin.

you bite down on your bottom lip, embarrassed at the proximity. you know that you've soaked through your panties, and the moment he finds out too you won't hear the end of it.

he cups your ass, pulling you close until your tits are pressed into him. he lifts you like you weigh nothing, settling you down onto one thick leg.

your clit is throbbing against the muscle, breath hitching at the feeling of you pressed into him like this. he grips your hips, dragging you down and across the cords of muscle.

you bite down on your bottom lip, small whine just barely passing your lips. his hand slaps down on your ass, a smirk breaking out.

"nuh uh, make those pretty noises f'me."

you can’t help the way your head falls back, another whine spilling out as he continues that slow, agonizing drag of your weight over his thigh. 

he’s so solid, so warm, and the friction of your cotton panties against your soaked folds is making your vision go blurry. it isn't long until your slick is dragging through the fabric of his sweats, a damp patch darkening.

his hands are huge, fingers splayed over your lower back to keep you pinned. "you're making such a mess of my sweats, sweetheart."

he tears the stimulation away, forcing you to stand up on wobbly legs. he lies back further on the bed, resting his head against one of your stuffed animals. it's an insanely erotic view, his heavy bulge begging to be released as he sits there. 

"well? take a seat."

you climb onto him, knees digging into the mattress on either side of his hips as you settle down. you’re shaking, the sheer size of him beneath you making your head swim.

he doesn't move to help you, just watches with those piercing eyes, arms folded behind his head. he looks so relaxed, so in control, while you’re literally falling apart.

"i like the way you look from down here," he muses, his voice a low vibration that you feel in your soul. "those little socks really do it for me. makes you look so... innocent."

you lean down and finally press your lips into his, tasting peppermint and smelling a musky cologne as you're pressed into him. he immediately reacts, slowly dragging his tongue against yours.

your hips mindlessly grind into his, pressing your soaked panties into the bulge of his sweats as you desperately seek out friction.

his hands finally leave his head, sliding down to grip the back of your thighs, right at the top of those socks. he doesn't just hold you; he digs his fingers in, pulling you down harder against him while he swallows your moans.

"don't stop now, sweetheart. you were doing so good on your own," he murmurs against your lips, his breath hot and uneven.

you keep grinding, desperate and clumsy, until he lets out a sharp huff of a laugh. he reaches between your bodies, his hand fumbling with the waistband of those grey sweats until he finally frees himself.

the moment he's out, the sheer heat of him hitting your soaked panties makes you gasp. he’s thick, pulsing, and when you settle back down, you’re sitting right on the head of him.

he doesn't wait for you to move this time. he grips your waist and starts the motion for you, a slow and steady roll of his hips that has you clutching at his shoulders for dear life.

"look at me," he commands, and you force your eyes open to meet that piercing blue. he’s smirking, but his jaw is tight, a vein popping in his neck. "you've been wanting this since the day i knocked on your door, haven't you?"

you can't even lie. you just nod, a pathetic little sob breaking out as he hooks his thumbs into the elastic of your panties and tugs them down just enough so he can press the tip of his cock into you.

your body jolts as the hot, pre cum slicked head of him smears against your entrance. he doesn't shove it in. he’s a tease, keeping it right at where you're drooling slick while he watches your expression shatter.

"please, satoru," you whimper, your fingers digging into his shoulders, nails probably leaving little crescents in his skin.

he chuckles, a low vibration in his chest that you feel deep in your own. "please what? finish fixing your bed, sweetheart? i think it’s doing just fine now."

you let out a frustrated whine, dropping your head to his shoulder and biting into the skin. it's the only way to ground yourself as he finally hitches his hips up, a slow, agonizingly thick inch of him sliding inside you.

your eyes clamp shut at the stretch, pussy clamping around him vigorously. he lets out a sharp hiss through his teeth, his hands tightening on your hips until it's almost bruising.

you lift your hips and drop down, a loud sudden cry passing your lips as the tip hits that spongy spot in you. "fuck- oh my god." you whimper.

you try to find a rhythm, but he’s too big, too much. you’re still shaking, and every time you try to lift yourself, your muscles just give out. he sees you struggling and a devious little grin spreads across his face.

"look at you. all that work to get me here and now you don't even know what to do."

he doesn't wait for your comeback. he grips your waist again and takes over, his hips bucking upward with a force that sends him all the way to your hilt. you scream into his neck, your muffled cries swallowed by the skin of his shoulder as your vision goes white.

he’s brutal with it, a fast, rhythmic pounding that has the bed frame - the one he just fixed - creaking rhythmically against the wall. it's loud and messy, the sound of your wet pussy taking every bit of him echoing through the quiet bedroom.

"is it... agh... is it holding up?" he rasps out, a sharp huff of laughter breaking through his heavy breathing.

you can't even answer him, your head just thrashes against his shoulder as he continues that relentless, upward pace. his hands are like iron on your hips, keeping you centered while he absolutely wrecks you from beneath.

"answer me, sweetheart," he grunts, his voice dropping into that dark, command tone that makes your pussy clench even tighter. "the bed... is it fixed yet?"

"y-yes! f-fuck, satoru-" you sob, the friction of your clit rubbing against his lower stomach with every buck of his hips sending you over the edge.

you cum hard, body seizing up and shaking against his touch as you cry out, heavy sobs wracking through your body.

the blue of his eyes is blown out, almost entirely pupil now as he watches the way your face breaks. he loves it. he loves that he’s the one making you look this undone. he reaches up, fisting your hair to pull your head back so he can see your eyes while you’re coming apart.

"good girl," he praises, but his voice is thick with his own need now.

he doesn't let you rest. he flips you in one fluid motion, suddenly pinning you to the mattress with your legs hiked up over his shoulders. those knee socks are still on, a contrast against his bare skin.

he leans over you, his large frame blocking out every bit of light in the room. his hands find your wrists, pinning them above your head while he starts a brutal, downward drive.

the bed frame is slamming against the wall now, a steady thump-thump-thump that has to be waking up the other neighbors, but neither of you care. he's taking everything from you, his cock hitting your cervix with enough force to make your toes curl and stay that way.

"so much... louder... when you're on your back," he gasps out, his composure finally cracking.

you feel him twitching in you, hips sputtering, then he finally stills and cums. thick ropes of hot cum fill you up, a groan passing his lips as his nails dig into your wrists above your head.

he stays there, his forehead resting against yours as he tries to catch his breath. his heart is hammering against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat that matches your own.

after a long minute, he finally pulls out with a wet pop, the sound making you whine softly at the loss of him. he doesn't move far, though. he just collapses next to you, pulling you into his side and tucking your head under his chin.

he’s still smirking, even as he wipes a stray tear from your cheek with a heavy thumb.

"so," he pants, his voice returning to that playful, arrogant lilt. "i think the bed’s definitely broken now, sweetheart. guess i'll have to come back tomorrow to fix it again."

he looks down at your feet, still clad in those rumpled knee socks, and gives your hip a playful slap.

geto:

the steady thrum of distant thunder crackles out as you walk outside, tray of cookies snug in your arms. it's sunny, but the clouds looming out west say that'll be over with soon.

you walk down your porch steps and approach your neighbors house, suddenly feeling a bit awkward when you notice an older man with his hair pulled half up leaning under a tree.

he's drawing, pencil scraping against paper loudly. but he stops when he sees you in his peripherals, looking up at you with tired, dark eyes. "hello. new neighbor, i'm assuming? i'm suguru geto."

you're too distracted by his thick forearms and biceps that are coated in tattoos, to reply for a moment. but once you process his words, you flush and introduce yourself to him.

a knowing smirk tugs at his lips as he closes the book, standing up and absolutely towering over you, broad shoulders blocking out the sun for a second. you swallow thickly. 

"are those for me? come on, let's get them inside before that rain picks up."

you head inside with him, looking around at his home as you follow him. he's got a nice aesthetic going on, drawings and paintings covering the darkly painted walls.

you can smell burnt incense and weed, small incense burner still smoking near one of the windows.

he leads you towards his dining room and you set the tray down where he points. "thank you. i appreciate the gesture."

you talk a bit more with him before leaving once the heavy patter of rain begins. days pass before you see him again, heading to his house to get to know each other.

he's a nice guy. he has a lot of interests, but he's a tattoo artist at a parlor in town for his main job. when he mentioned to you he likes smoking weed, you're quick to suggest that you guys can smoke together sometime.

it becomes an almost nightly thing, one of you bringing flower and sitting on the porch while you smoke.

this time's different. it's raining hard outside and cold, so he offers to smoke in his house. you hesitate at first, but when he insists that he doesn't care you follow him in there.

he pulls out a bong, and you both smoke until your head's cloudy. the patter of rain slapping into the tin roof echoes softly, radio playing some random rock song quietly.

your lidded eyes fall to him, caught up on the way he's not wearing a shirt today. every swirl of ink is on full view, melting in with perfectly sculpted muscle.

you're locked in on his big ring-covered hands and how they completely cover the bong as he takes a heavy hit, a cough escaping his mouth with a large puff of smoke. you can see scars along his thick fingers.

"you want another hit?" he offers, lifting the bong in your direction. you shake your head, the motion dizzying. he sets it down, clink of glass against wood.

the rain picks up a bit outside and he leans to turn the radio up a bit more. his hair is fully down today, framing his face as his reddened gaze meets yours again.

"you're staring again," he muses, his voice a low, honeyed rasp that vibrates through the humid air of the room. he leans back, his weight supported by those ink-heavy arms, watching the way you track the movement of his throat when he swallows.

he doesn't wait for you to answer. he reaches out, his large, ringed hand wrapping around your ankle and tugging you across the sofa until you're flush against his side. the smell of sandalwood and weed is dizzying.

"tell me," he whispers, his thumb tracing the bone of your ankle with agonizing slowness. "is it the tattoos? or are you just wondering what it feels like to have these hands on you?"

your face blazes with heat, your breath stopping in your throat. "w-what?"

he huffs a quiet laugh, "no need to be embarrassed," he says looking at you with an all too friendly smile. "lots of women stare. but i also don't let any of them into my home… you're the exception to that rule."

you swallow thickly as your eyes remain locked onto one another. 

you are soaked right now. no doubt about it. even with your hazy mind and dry eyes, you're so unbelievably turned on by suguru.

all of your senses are heightened by your high, licking your lips as your last little bit of resolve dwindles into nothing. a shaking hand reaches for one of his, pulling his hand towards your throat.

his eyes lilt with something predatory, immediately gripping into your skin until you gasp out from the lack of air.

"so desperate you're putting my hands on you," he shakes his head, hand sliding up from your throat to your chin. you can feel the cool of the rings pressing into your skin. "should've known you'd be such a needy little whore."

you whine at the insult, his other hand wrapping around your waist to tug you closer to him. "bet you're fucking soaked too."

you flush but nod, "i am…"

he laughs in your face, pulling you until you're on his lap. your knees sink into the couch on either side of his hips, feeling his hardened cock press into you.

you're buzzing from the motion, pure pleasure coursing through your veins. your hips twitch against him and you bite down on your bottom lip roughly.

his eyes flicker to your bottom lip, his thumb brushing against it and tugging your jaw open. his thumb settles on your tongue, pressing down until you're sitting there on his lap with your mouth open.

you watch the nasty smirk that covers his mouth before he leans over you, spitting into your mouth.

the spit is warm and tastes like the weed you just shared, and you swallow it down instinctively, your eyes blown wide and glassy. he doesn't let go of your jaw, his grip tightening until it's almost painful, forcing you to look at him while you choke on a moan.

"swallowed it like a good girl," he purrs, the sweetness of his tone clashing violently with the way he's looking at you. "you've been thinking about this since the day you brought those cookies over, haven't you? playing the sweet little neighbor while you're actually just a filthy little slut."

he doesn't wait for you to answer, his hand sliding down from your face to the hem of your shirt, bunching the fabric up and tossing it over your head in one fluid motion. 

you shiver in the cool air of the room, but the heat radiating off his tattooed chest is enough to make you sweat.

his rings are cold as he brushes them over your nipples, his eyes tracking the way they pebble up instantly.

he reaches for the button of your jeans, popping it with a flick of his thumb. he doesn't take them off properly; he just shoves them down along with your lace panties until they're around your knees, trapping you on his lap.

his hand find your sobbing pussy, and he lets out a dark, amused huff when his fingers slide right into your folds. "fuck. you really are pathetic. look how wet you are."

he starts to drive two fingers into you, his pace erratic. he isn't trying to be gentle; he’s trying to overwhelm you. his thumb finds your clit and stays there, grinding in heavy, punishing circles that have you sobbing into the quiet room.

"don't look away," he commands, his voice dropping an octave. "i want to see every bit of that pretty little face while i ruin you."

you try to keep eye contact, but the feeling of those calloused, scarred fingers stretching you out is too much. your head starts to loll back, but he immediately fists your hair, yanking your head forward until your foreheads are touching.

"i said look at me."

loud squelches echo off the walls in contrast to the rain pouring down onto the roof, each curl of his fingers against your g spot causing you to whine out more and more as you feel the weight of an orgasm crashing into you.

his thumb on your clit presses into you so hard it pushes you right over your peak, cumming around his ringed fingers with a loud cry. he works you through it until you're shaking and writhing on his lap, smirking as you twitch around.

"nuh uh. i'm not done with you yet."

your eyebrows furrow, but the dizzying pleasure in tandem with how heightened all of your senses are from the weed has your eyes tearing up before you can stop it.

the squelches continue until you've cum two more times, fat tears streaming down your cheeks as you stare into his dark eyes. 

then he pulls his hand out with a wet squelch that makes you flinch. he reaches for his pants, freeing his cock and guiding you down onto it.

you're speared on his cock now when he pushes your hips down roughly, the tip of him hitting into that sensitive spongy spot in your pussy. your clit throbs against his pelvic bone, whines passing your lips.

he doesn't let you catch your breath. he starts a rhythmic, punishing pace, his hips bucking upward to meet every one of your descents. 

the squelching sound of his cock sliding in and out of your overstimulated pussy is so loud it makes you want to hide, but he won't let you.

his hand finds your jaw again, forcing your head up so you have to look at his dark, blown-out eyes. "i told you to stay with me. look at me while i stretch you out."

you’re crying openly now, fat tears blurring your vision as the pleasure becomes too much to handle. it’s a constant, high-voltage ache that has your pussy clamping around him in desperate waves. 

every time you try to close your eyes, he tugs your hair or squeezes your throat just enough to remind you who’s in charge.

you're a sobbing mess on his lap, your hands clutching at his tattooed shoulders for any kind of leverage as he thrusts brutally in you. the combination of being high and the absolute sensory overload of his cock hitting your cervix is making your brain short circuit.

he reaches down, his ringed fingers finding your clit again, and he doesn't just rub it - he pinches it between his thumb and forefinger while he's still thrusting upward.

the scream that leaves your throat is raw, your body arching as you cum for the fourth time. your pussy is clamping around him so hard it's almost painful, but he just grunts, his pace becoming even more brutal as he ignores your pleas for him to stop.

"look at you. such a sensitive little thing. i've barely touched you." he mocks, his voice dripping with that honeyed cruelty.

his rough thrusts clap like thunder against the walls, cool rings hard on your skin as he grips your hips and hugs you into his arms, fucking into you so quick that you can do nothing but sob and scream.

"fuck- i'm gonna breed you." he growls in your ear, thrusts sputtering into a stop as he fills you with hot ropes of cum. he keeps his hands locked on your hips, pinning you to him until the very last drop of his cum has spurted into you.

the silence of the room is heavy, only broken by the frantic sound of your breathing and the steady drumming on the tin roof.

then, his grip softens. those hands that were just bruising your hips and pulling your hair start to move with a gentleness that makes your heart ache even worse than the pleasure did.

he reaches up, his thumb tenderly wiping the tears from your cheeks, his dark eyes no longer predatory but soft, almost regretful. "hey... look at me, sweetheart. i've got you."

he shifts, lifting you easily and pulling your jeans and panties back up over your trembling legs, taking his time to make sure you're decent. he doesn't care about the mess on the couch; he just cares about the way your eyes are still glazed and glassed over.

he stands up, scooping you into his arms like you’re made of glass, and carries you toward his bedroom. the air in there is cooler, smelling of clean sheets and that same incense from earlier.

he sets you down carefully on the bed, like you might shatter if he’s too rough now.

the mattress dips under your weight and you curl instinctively into the blankets, body still trembling from everything he just dragged out of you. the room is dim, rain still drumming steadily against the roof.

he stands there for a moment, watching you. his chest rises and falls slowly, tattoos stretching across his ribs as he exhales. some of your tears are still wet on his fingers.

“…shit,” he mutters quietly to himself.

you blink up at him through heavy lashes, still dazed. the haze from the weed and the orgasms makes everything feel slow and warm.

he notices the way you’re shivering. his expression shifts instantly.

“hey,” he murmurs, voice softer now. completely different from the one that had you crying on his lap minutes ago.

he reaches for the blanket at the end of the bed and drapes it over you, tucking it around your shoulders.

“cold?”

you nod weakly. his hand comes up again, thumb brushing under your eye where another tear slips free. the rings are cool, but his touch is gentle enough that it makes your chest ache.

“didn’t mean to push you that hard,” he says quietly.

you stare at him, still trying to catch your breath.

it’s strange seeing him like this. the same man who had your throat in his hand earlier is now smoothing your hair away from your face like he’s afraid to hurt you.

he notices the way you’re looking at him, a faint smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“what?” he asks softly.

your voice comes out hoarse. “you’re… different.”

he huffs a quiet laugh at that, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside you.

“yeah,” he admits.

his hand slides behind your head, lifting you slightly so he can pull a pillow under you. the movement is careful, patient. “i get a little carried away sometimes.”

your eyes drift shut for a moment as his fingers brush through your hair.

the rain outside fills the silence.

after a second, you feel the mattress shift again and his arm slides around you, pulling you gently against his chest. the warmth of him seeps through the blanket immediately.

“rest for a bit,” he murmurs near the top of your head.

his voice is low and calm now, almost soothing. your cheek presses against his shoulder, and you can hear the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat. one of his hands keeps tracing slow lines along your arm.

“you’re safe here,” he adds quietly. his fingers pause for a moment before he presses a soft kiss to your hair. “i’ve got you.”

you jump, spinning around to see enjin. he looks as lazy as ever, his other hand shoved deep in his pocket, but the look in his hooded eyes is sharp enough to draw blood. his grip on the stranger's wrist is clearly bordering on painful.

and right beside him stands zanka, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression hard and unusually cold. he isn't even looking at the guy; he's looking at you, his jaw tight as he scans you for any sign that the stranger touched you.

"we were waiting for you," zanka says, his voice clipped and tight with a frustration he’s barely masking.

the random guy pales, looking between the two cleaners - one massive and unbothered, the other sharp and lethal. he stammers out an apology and scrambles away the second enjin lets go of his wrist.

"always attracting the creeps, eh?" enjin nudges you before wrapping an arm around your shoulder, dragging you off to a building.

the rest of the day goes by with ease, but there's an awkward tension simmering throughout the whole mission. 

the three of you are cramped into a single room in a shoddy canvas town inn, the air heavy with the scent of dust and the lingering trace of enjin’s tobacco. it's almost uncomfortable in here.

zanka hasn't looked at you once since you got back. he’s sitting on a wooden chair, his back stiff as he meticulously checks his equipment, but the way his grip keeps tightening on his gear tells you he’s anything but focused on work.

enjin is draped across the middle of the only bed, his boots kicked off and his shirt half-unbuttoned. he looks lazy, but those dark eyes follow your every move as you try to find a place to sit that doesn't feel like you're intruding on their space.

"you still thinking about that guy?" enjin rumbles, his voice vibrating through the quiet room.

you freeze, your hand hovering over the back of the chair. "what? no. i told you, he was just some guy-"

"he touched you," zanka snaps, finally looking up. his face is flushed, his eyes bright with a frustrated, sharp heat.

the way he snaps hits you. is he jealous? and enjin- the way his usual care free self seems way too interested in some random guy and a small moment that happened hours ago.

they're both jealous. 

it hits your gut hard, a low thrum of heat beginning to pool between your thighs. you're alone with two men that clearly want you. in a cramped room.

your breath hitches in your throat, mouth dry as you look between the two of them. the small room somehow feels smaller now, weighing down heavier than before your revelation.

you look from zanka’s white-knuckled grip on his gear to enjin’s heavy, hooded stare, and the tension finally snaps.

"you’re both jealous," you breathe out, the words barely a whisper, but in the quiet of the room, they land like a heavy weight.

the chair zanka was sat in scrapes against the wooden floors loudly as he stands up and faces you. 

he stalks toward you, the floorboards groaning under his sudden, predatory weight. his face is a frantic, messy shade of red, but his eyes are fixed on yours with a sharp, pinpoint focus that makes your knees feel like water.

"jealous?" he repeats, the word coming out like a snarl. he stops inches from you, his heat radiating off his chest in waves.

your heart stutters. up close, you can see the way the tips of his ears have gone red, the way his breath is a little heavier than usual.

behind you, the bed creaks softly.

“you figured that out pretty quick,” enjin drawls lazily.

you glance over your shoulder. he hasn’t moved much from where he’s stretched across the mattress, but his posture doesn’t fool you. his eyes are sharp, tracking every twitch of your expression like he’s studying something interesting.

the man in front of you pushes your back into the bed frame, his hands on your hips now. the wood digs into your back, your eyes flying up to meet his.

"yeah, you got jealous." you whisper, face feeling exponentially hotter. he's so close to you, and you've only ever daydreamed about a time coming like this.

but why does enjin have to be behind you…?

and why do you like that he's in here too?

“careful, zanka. you’re about to prove her right.”

your bottom lip tucks between your teeth, swallowing thickly at the intense eye contact. his fingers dig into your clothes so hard you feel the sting against your skin, gasping quietly.

"shut up, enjin," zanka bites out, but he doesn't look at the older man. his focus is entirely on you, his pupils blown out. "so what if i am? you're the one who keeps letting creeps get that close to her."

“i’m a big girl,” you say, lifting your chin. “i can talk to whoever i want. there's no need for jealousy."

you try to reason with him, but enjin eggs him on from behind you.

"i dunno, you seemed pretty interested in the conversation. basically begging for attention." you can hear the smirk in his voice, rolling your eyes.

zanka's hands on your hips shift below the fabric of your shirt and slide up your bare waist, a shiver spreading up your spine. he feels the shake of your body, face inching closer to yours.

you gulp, his breath on your lips. you feel like your heart's beating out of your chest now. 

"you do know how we both feel about you, don't you?" he asks.

you shake your head, hearing the creak of the mattress behind you. you feel enjin press into your back, his breath spreading across the nape of your neck.

"we both like you." his teeth bite into your skin and you whine out lowly, gasping. 

a dull throb aches between your thighs, and you're certain that your panties have soaked through at this point. just being alone in the room with them was enough to get you going, but now?

you're a puddle.

the way they're both so confident in confessing that to you has you reeling, eyes wandering on zanka's while enjin's lips brand your skin.

he's still, aside from the rapid rise and fall of his chest. you can tell he doesn't know how to react, so you react first. "kiss me." you whisper.

his eyes flutter for a moment, cheeks reddening before he finally dips down and presses his lips against yours. his lips are desperate, hot and frantic against yours. as his hands slide further up your waist, his thumbs dig into your ribs to pull you flush against him.

behind you, enjin lets out a low, satisfied hum against your neck. he doesn't pull away while you’re busy with zanka.

instead, he uses the distraction to sink his fingers into your hair, tugging your head back just an inch to expose more of your throat to his teeth.

"bold girl," enjin murmurs against your skin, his voice a gravelly vibration that travels straight to your core. "guess we don't have to be careful anymore."

you pull away from zanka for just a second, breath still heavy against his own. "please don't."

the whole air in the room feels like it dips into something darker, both of their grips on you tightening in a way that makes your stomach drop. you watch zanka make eye contact with enjin, nodding wordlessly.

suddenly enjin's large hands are hooking under your arms and tugging you back, pressing you into his chest on the bed. you're on his lap as he pulls you to the headboard of the bed, still keeping you on him.

you can feel the bulge of his cock press against you, which makes you shiver.

zanka walks over and climbs onto the bed, leaning in to you and kissing you deeply again. his tongue delves into your mouth, massaging against yours.

his lips are still warm against yours when he pulls back just enough to breathe. his forehead bumps lightly against yours, his chest rising and falling hard as if he’s trying to steady himself.

his hands are still on your waist, but they’ve tightened, fingers curling into the fabric of your clothes like he’s afraid you might slip away.

behind you, enjin shifts against the headboard, one arm wrapped loosely around your middle to keep you settled on his lap. the slow movement presses you back against him again, and the quiet breath he releases against your neck makes your stomach twist.

enjin’s hand doesn't stay on your waist for long. it slides down, heavy and certain, until his palm is flat against your stomach, pushing you back into his chest. "some big, tough girl you are. practically beggin' for us to fuck you."

your jaw tightens, a pathetic whine passing your lips. 

zanka doesn't say anything, but the way he’s watching enjin’s hand disappear under your clothes tells you everything. he’s breathing through his teeth, his face a mess of red as he crawls closer, his knees boxing you in on the mattress.

when enjin’s fingers finally hook into the elastic of your panties, he pauses. he doesn't pull them down. he just presses his palm flat against the soaked lace, his eyes darkening as he feels the heat radiating off you.

"fuck, you're drenched," enjin mutters, a low, mean smirk pulling at his lips. "did you get like this just thinkin' about us gettin' our hands on you? or was it that guy in town?"

"no- it wasn't-" you try to gasp out, but zanka cuts you off, his hand suddenly firm on your inner thigh, forcing your legs wider.

"don't lie to him," zanka rasps, his voice cracking with that sharp, jealous edge again. he stares down at where your thighs are trembling against his palms, his thumbs dragging over your skin. "you're a mess."

enjin pushes into the waistband of your panties, his thick, calloused fingers diving into your folds in one heavy swipe. you sob into the quiet room, your head falling back against his shoulder as he starts to work you, his thumb grinding slow, brutal circles into your clit.

"so sensitive," enjin hums into your ear, his teeth grazing your lobe. "such a dirty girl, gettin' this wet while pinned between your team members."

your eyes drag onto zanka's, his shaky palms dragging up your thighs and onto the bottom of your shirt. he tugs the fabric up, your arms lifting as he lets it fall onto the bed.

his fingers fiddle with the clasp of your bra and he finally gets it off, the straps sliding down your arms and falling. the cool air causes your nipples to harden, a shudder pulsing through you.

his shaky breath hitches in his throat when he looks down at your body, licking his lips at the sight of your naked tits. you're still struggling from enjin's nonstop stimulation, hips twitching against him as your back pushes into his warm chest.

zanka’s hands are trembling as they cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples with a clumsy, desperate reverence. he’s breathing so hard his chest is practically heaving, his eyes fixed on the way your skin flushes under his touch.

"you're so... fuck," he chokes out, his composure finally snapping. he leans in, burying his face against your chest and inhaling the scent of your skin, his teeth grazing your nipple just enough to make you shriek into the quiet room.

behind you, enjin’s hand doesn't slow down. he’s got two fingers buried deep inside you now, stretching you out while his thumb continues that brutal, rhythmic grind against your clit.

zanka's hand slides down, his fingers tangling with enjin’s as he tries to find space for himself. he’s never been this bold, but the jealousy is a rot in his gut that only your touch can fix. 

he slides one finger in alongside enjin’s, his knuckles brushing against the older man’s as they both stretch you open.

you’re sobbing now, your head lolling back against enjin’s shoulder as the overstimulation starts to turn your vision white.

"please," you gasp, your hips bucking instinctively against the dual intrusion. "enjin, zanka-i can't-"

"you can," enjin whispers, his teeth nipping at the sensitive spot on your neck. "you're gonna take every bit of this. of us."

the way both of their fingers press into that spongy spot inside you, caressing against that same point until you're shaking sporadically, enjin's thumb still pushing into your clit.

you're cumming without warning, a loud cry echoing against the walls as you pulse around their fingers repeatedly. your eyes are filled with tears, hips twitching repeatedly.

you’re still pulsing around their fingers, your breath coming in wrecked, broken hitches as the aftershocks of the orgasm roll through your thighs. 

the room feels like it’s tilting, the scent of enjin’s tobacco mixing with the salt of your tears and the sudden, heavy musk of the two men pinning you down.

after you've come down, enjin's quick to pull his fingers out and lift your hips up. zanka tugs your shorts and panties down in one pull, the fabric bundling up at one of your ankles.

zanka looks at you in a way that makes you want to devour him, soft eyes looking you over as if you're something precious. his eyes meet yours again and it takes every bit of self resolve to not kiss him again.

he doesn’t wait for you to make the first move. his hands, still shaky, slide under your thighs to hold you open, his gaze dropping to where you’re still slick and twitching from the overstimulation.

behind you, enjin isn’t being nearly as gentle. he’s pulled his pants down just enough, his cock thick and demanding as it presses against the small of your back. he reaches around, his large hand splayed over your stomach to pull you flush against him.

"sit up for me, baby," enjin rumbles, his voice vibrating through your spine.

his fingers gather slick from your pussy and push further back, two fingers slowly pushing into your ass. you gasp out at the feeling, tensing up. "nuh uh, relax." his voice calms you down, body trembling but still relaxing.

once he's eased into you, stretching you out in a new and entirely unfamiliar way, you actually enjoy it. and once he thinks you've been prepped enough, his fingers slide back out.

he lifts your hips just enough to align you, and before you can even catch your breath, he’s sinking into you from behind. the stretch is sudden and massive, a blunt intrusion that has you arching your back and let out a broken, high-pitched wail.

enjin’s hand moves from your stomach to your throat, not squeezing, just grounding you as he bottoms out inside you. "there you go. taking it all like a good girl."

enjin’s grip on your throat is steady, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw while he lets you adjust to the stretch of him. you're trembling on his lap, your head lolling back against his shoulder as he stays still for just a second.

"fuck, you're tight," he grunts into your ear, his voice a gravelly ruin. "it's almost worth the wait, seeing you stretched out like this."

zanka is a mess in front of you. he’s watching the way enjin is buried deep in your ass, his eyes wide and glazed with a mix of shock and pure lust. he doesn't even look like the same uptight cleaner anymore; he looks like he’s about to snap.

your eyes feel blurred as you look at him, hands reaching out for him. "p-please." you whisper.

zanka doesn’t need to be told twice. the sound of your voice - broken and small as you beg for him - is the final shove his resolve needs. 

he’s already dragging his pants down, his cock springing free, dark and flushed with a heavy coat of precum at the tip.

his hands hook under your knees, dragging them back until you’re pinned even tighter against enjin’s chest. enjin’s grip on your throat shifts, his palm moving to the back of your head to steady you as zanka guides himself to your entrance.

the moment the head of his cock pushes into your pussy, the breath leaves your lungs in a silent, jagged gasp. the feeling of both of them inside of you is almost too much, mouth falling open as a filthy moan comes out.

you’re pinned between them, enjin’s solid chest at your back and zanka’s frantic weight boxing you in from the front.

the stretch is staggering. your body is forced to accommodate every thick, heavy inch of them, and for a second, you think you might actually snap.

"fuck, you're greedy." enjin mumbles in your ear, "you just love this, don't you? taking both of us at the same time."

you whine out, nodding frantically. zanka's eyes are full of all consuming hunger as he leans in and forces you into a kiss, tongue lulling against yours as his hips stutter.

both of them start thrusting into you, the steady impact so good your eyes roll into the back of your head. the steady slap of skin on skin begins rhythmically echoing out, the bed frame creaking to the same beat.

enjin's hands firm on your abdomen ground you in the sea of sensations, zanka's lips on yours helping you keep from crying out and causing a noise complaint.

every thrust is so good, so different and unlike anything you've felt before. 

they both find their own pace, enjin's more stable and zanka's leaning towards a frantic motion that hits every spot in you that has you absolutely melting into him. 

you're already feeling another orgasm blossom within you, white hot sparks that steadily become more intense with each drag of their cocks.

"i-i think i'm gonna cum." you whimper into zanka's mouth.

his hand immediately dips between you, fingers toying with your clit in fast motions. you can feel that knot that's formed within your abdomen finally burst again as you scream against his mouth.

each pulse of your orgasm feels disgustingly good with enjin tucked into your ass, walls squeezing both of them like a vice. zanka whines into the kiss too, his cock stilling as his cum fills you up.

behind you, enjin hasn't moved. he’s still buried deep in your ass, his large hands splayed over your hips to keep you pinned right where he wants you. he’s quiet, but you can feel the rhythmic, heavy thud of his heart against your spine.

the drug of your orgasm is still pulsing through your walls, squeezing him, and you feel his fingers dig into your skin as his own restraint finally bottoms out.

he just pulls back an inch and slams back in, his pace turning brutal and singular. he’s not teasing anymore. every thrust is deep enough to make your vision swim, your head lolling onto zanka’s shoulder as you try to catch your breath.

zanka whines, a soft, dazed sound as he feels the impact of enjin’s movements through your shared heat. he doesn't pull out of you; he stays right there, his eyes glazed and focused only on the way your face scrunches with every heavy hit from behind.

enjin’s grip on your waist is like iron. he’s breathing through his teeth, the mattress groaning under the weight of his final, desperate push.

when he finally cums, it’s a silent, violent shudder that racks his entire frame. he holds you tight, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he fills you up, the heat of it making goosebumps rise across your skin.

it's silence afterwards, only deep and heavy breaths that echo between the three of you.

zanka is the first to move, pulling back just enough to look at you. his face is still a mess of red, his lips swollen from your kisses.

enjin slowly slides out of you, the sudden absence of him making you ache. he pulls you off of him, zanka pulling out of you too as you're maneuvered around.

you're squished between both of them now, head tilted onto enjin's chest as zanka wraps his arm steadily around your waist.

"you still thinkin' about that guy in town?" enjin rumbles, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that travels through his chest and straight into your skull.

ever since you spent that evening at the costume party with suguru and choso, you've spent so many hours replaying it in your head like it was a dream. they've texted you since then, but there's something else that tugs at you.

it's satoru.

you and nobara caught him on campus a few days later and he seemed a bit more tense than his usual carefree self, his eyes lingering on you before he turns away.

you've tried texting him, but he doesn't respond. 

there's a rain storm that's settled in town, and you're looking out the window at the way the droplets phase through the streetlights. it's 2 in the morning, but you can't sleep.

fuck it.

you tug on a baggy hoodie and some pj pants, walking out of your apartment and heading through the rain down the block to where the frat house is. you don't want to do this anymore, you want to talk to the annoying man.

as you get closer, your hoodie becomes damp and stray pieces of hair that loop out from the hood tucked over your head are dripping. the scent of your shampoo clings to the wet strands, but you don't care.

it's weird seeing their house completely dark, no wandering college kids outside drunk and smoking. only the orange glow of the porch light.

your feet pad up the concrete, up their staircase, and up to the front door. you knock three times, standing there awkwardly. your fingers fidget around nervously as you hear heavy footsteps and the door cracks open.

it's suguru. he opens the door wider and you see a pair of low hung grey sweats adorning him, his broad chest on full view without a shirt on. he tilts his head, looking at your wet body and the rain.

"hello? it's a little late to be wandering in the rain." his voice is low, sends shivers down your spine as you push past him and into the empty house.

you look around, the distant sound of tv coming from the living room. he's nowhere to be seen. "where's satoru?" you ask, turning to look at him.

he closes the door and locks it, smirking at you knowingly. "finally giving him a chance?"

he glances toward the living room where the tv flickers quietly. “he’s been in a mood all week.”

you just stare at him for a moment, trying not to check him out while your mind is completely locked in on his friend. you just sigh, crossing your arms. "where is he?"

"in his room. don't be too loud. choso's room is next door and i'm sure he wouldn't enjoy knowing you were here and didn't stop by to spend some time with us again."

you scoff, ignoring him as you head up the stairs. your soggy pants slap into the wood repeatedly with each step, and once you're finally at the top you walk in the direction of satoru's door.

you take a deep breath, hands shaking a bit as you knock.

nothing. just silence.

but then you hear an obnoxiously pouty sigh. "go away, suguru. it's too late for this."

your eyebrows furrow. "it's not suguru."

you hear footsteps echo out quickly, somewhat muffled by carpet. then the door cracks open and satoru blinks down at you, clearly expecting someone else. 

his gaze drifts from your soaked hair to the damp hoodie clinging to you, and his expression shifts from confusion… to something harder to read.

"what are you doing here?" he asks.

you flush, awkwardly smiling at him. "uh, i couldn't sleep. so i came over."

"at 2 in the morning? during a storm?" he asks you like you're stupid, but you just nod along. you shiver from the air, the wetness of your clothes hitting you hard.

he rolls his eyes and steps away from the door, letting you walk in. he has a small lamp on, casting a soft glow out in his room. you step inside and he closes the door behind you.

his eyes do a once over on you again before he sighs, walking over to his dresser and pulling out a t shirt and some shorts. "put some dry clothes on. i'll throw yours in the dryer."

you blink, staring at him as he waits. he's expecting you to change in front of him… you shrug internally, peeling the hoodie off of your head and letting it drop to the floor.

your pants follow, leaving you in nothing but a pair of panties. you didn't wear a bra tonight, just letting the girls hang loose. his eyes wander over your nearly nude body and he swallows hard before looking away.

you take the shirt and shorts from him, tugging them on. after you're dressed again, he just grabs the wet clothes from you and leaves the room.

you look around the room and decide to sit on the bed, the soft plaid sheets smelling faintly of cologne and pine. the window in his bedroom is covered with a thick curtain, only the sound of the ceiling fan and rain filling the room.

it feels weird. sitting here on his bed, lifting the shirt he gave you up and smelling the laundry detergent. it's strangely… intimate. not something you would've done at 2am if you'd stopped and thought harder.

you hear the door creak open and he comes back in, looking at your figure sitting politely on his bed. stiff, but clearly on a mission.

his eyes fall to your body, now covered in his clothes. not suguru's. his.

the t-shirt is massive on you, the hem reaching mid thigh, and the short are held up only by the grace of the drawstring you pulled tight.

you swallow thickly at the way he observes you. it's so unlike him normally. it's as if the flashy exterior's been peeled back, and that sends shivers through your body.

it's so quiet in the house. it's surreal being here without the thrum of bass coming from somewhere, nothing but the calm quiet of a bunch of frat boys at their most vulnerable points.

"you didn't answer me," he says, his voice lower than usual, scraping against the quiet. "why are you here?"

you pick at a loose thread on the plaid duvet, heart hammering a rhythm that feels loud enough to fill the gap between you. "i told you. i couldn't sleep."

he doesn't move from the doorway for a long second, his silhouette tall and imposing against the faint light from the hall before he finally shuts the door. 

the click of the latch sounds like a finality, locking the two of you into this small, pine-scented universe.

"you're a bad liar," he murmurs. he doesn't sit on the bed with you yet. instead, he leans against the dresser, arms crossing over his bare chest. 

the lamp light catches the edge of his white hair, making him look almost ethereal, like a ghost you've conjured out of the rain. "you don't walk through a storm at two in the morning just because you're restless. you have a bed at home."

you look up at him, your damp hair cooling against your neck. "i didn't want to be in my bed. i wanted to be here."

his eyes are heavy with unspoken tension, lips pursing as his jaw tightens. you feel guilty, sudden shame hitting you hard. did you fuck your friendship with him up this bad over a hookup?

and why does it hurt so bad to think about? it's not that big of a deal if satoru's mad that he didn't nut one time. you can fuck whoever you please.

"why? you could've just gone to suguru or choso. i'm sure they would've loved to have you in their rooms."

your eyebrows raise. "excuse me? even suguru told me to come up and talk to you. he exposed your ass. you've been sulking around all week. i told you that morning. you could've come downstairs too."

he sighs, shaking his head at you as he walks closer to you. he's towering above you, your chin tilting up to look him in his eyes. "i didn't want to have to share. i want you alone."

the last sentence hits you hard, a tightness in your chest that causes your breath to hitch in your throat. you just stare up at him, lump forming in your throat. you can feel tears line your eyes, heavy pressure weighing down.

"satoru…" you whisper, a tear streaming down your cheek.

he panics, hand reaching out to wipe away the stray tear before he can stop himself. his hand lingers there and you lean into the touch, warmth flooding your heart.

his cocky 'one night with me and you'd forget about those two' attitude is completely gone now, walls broken down as his features soften. "please… don't cry."

his thumb is still resting against your cheek, catching the salt of your tears, and you can feel the slight tremor in his fingers. it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him look like this. not the untouchable king of campus, but just a boy who’s been hurting in the dark.

"i'm not just some prize you missed out on, satoru," you whisper, your voice cracking just enough to make his eyes flicker with a fresh wave of guilt. "you acted like it was a joke. you always act like everything is a joke."

his hand slides from your cheek to the nape of your neck, his touch possessive but gentle, drawing you an inch closer. "i know," he breathes, his forehead dropping to rest against yours. the heat coming off him is overwhelming. 

"i'm an idiot. i thought if i played it off, it wouldn't matter. when i noticed you were gone at the party, i thought you just went home. then that morning, you were walking around in suguru's shirt. you looked so beautiful. and that hurt."

his grip on his own shirt tightens slightly, "because i wanted it to be you and me."

your eyes widen, and the silence beats between the two of you. all you can hear is the rain and that fan, the smell of mint on his breath at the close proximity.

your hands reach up to his arms, gripping onto the warm skin tightly. "ignoring my texts doesn't really scream that out to me, satoru. you made me feel like i did something wrong." you whisper, words catching in the back of your throat.

he lets out a ragged exhale, his nose brushing against yours. "i didn't want to be the guy who begs for attention," he murmurs, his eyes searching yours with a raw, desperate honesty. "i'm supposed to be the one people chase. but with you... i've been going crazy wondering why i get so mad when another guy breathes near you."

your breath hitches as you look down at his lips and back to his pretty eyes. so many emotions you were unaware of are hitting you at once, a deep bloom inside of you that craves so much.

you lick your lips, a quiet sigh passing between them. his hands slither down your shoulders and to your waist, tucking beneath his large shirt and grasping the soft skin.

neither of you say anything at all, just kissing slowly. you feel an immediate pull to him thrash into you tenfold, shaky hands branching up to tie loosely behind his neck.

his lips move against yours more gently than you expect, tongue pressing into your own. he tastes of the mint you'd smelled, something lingering beyond that so innately him.

his hands on your waist are hot against your skin, his fingers splaying out wide, anchoring you to him.

he shifts, his weight pressing you back into the plaid duvet until you’re lying down, his tall frame looming over you. he doesn't crowd you like suguru did; he hovers, his elbows braced on either side of your head, looking down at you with a mix of reverence and something that looks like hunger.

"don't look at me like that," you breathe, your fingers tangling into the white tufts of hair at the nape of his neck.

"like what?"

"like i'm the only thing in the world."

"you are," he says, and for once, there isn't a hint of a joke in his voice. "right now, you're the only thing that matters."

you flush at his words, hands pulling at his neck and pressing his lips back into yours. it's purely electric, the way you melt into each other effortlessly. he kisses you as if you could disappear at any moment.

it's so much different than what you'd always imagined.

it slowly transitions into something more loaded, more greedy as his tongue laps at your own. you're breathing heavily into the kiss, heat pooling between your thighs.

the rain suddenly stops, a bruising silence picking up. it feels as if the world's shut away the two of you, quiet intimacy draped in hues of yellow and orange.

he pushes the shirt up while you kiss, your stomach hitting into cool air as his hips drop weight on yours. you can feel the bulge that presses into you, his lips carefully backing away from your own.

"if you don't want to, that's okay. i don't want you to think this is just a one night stand. it's not."

heat floods your face as you nod, "i want you."

he lets out a puff of air, relief flooding his features as he slowly tugs his shirt off of your torso and lets it settle off to the side. his eyes fall to your tits, but don't settle in your body very long before they reach your steady gaze.

"you're so pretty it hurts."

the words weigh on you, a small noise passing your lips as you pull him in to kiss you again. you're frantic now, pushing your hips up into his for friction. he grunts into your lips, grinding down into you steadily.

his fingers dip into the lace of your panties, crossing between you as he swipes into your folds. you whine against his lips as he gathers some of the wetness and starts rubbing steady circles into your clit.

your hips buck into the touch as you moan, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. he keeps the steady motion, orgasm steadily pushing its way forward as you cry into his kiss.

his lips leave yours, slowly trailing down your neck as he keeps his fingers moving. you're so close now, twitching against his touch as he bites and sucks into the skin of your neck.

"cum for me. i know you want to." he whispers, and you cum with a shudder. you whine quietly into the air, goosebumps erupting as stars cross your eyes.

he rides you through the high until you're twitching away from him, sliding his hand upwards and pressing his fingers into his mouth. he kisses you again after that.

you can vaguely taste your own slick on his tongue as his hips grind into you again. he pulls away to take your panties off, sliding his cock out of his sweats and pressing the tip against your entrance.

"ready?" he asks, voice much softer. 

you nod, gasping out when the tip nuzzles in. your head leans back into the mattress, back arching as every inch of him stretches you out.

it’s a slow, agonizing slide. he doesn’t just push; he waits for you to adjust, his eyes never leaving yours even as his face contorts with the effort of holding back. 

the moment he’s bottomed out in you, he lets out a shuddering breath that sounds like a prayer, his forehead dropping back to yours.

"i've wanted this for so long…" he whispers.

you flush, hands on either side of his face as he looks down at you. "so have i."

his eyes darken a little, slowly pulling out before pushing back in. your eyes clamp shut, gasp passing your lips as he starts thrusting into you.

he's so gentle, much more gentle than suguru and choso had been. it feels different. more emotionally charged.

his lips find yours, stealing the air from your lungs as his pace picks up. the steady slap of skin on skin echoes in the quiet room, the ceiling fan the only other noise.

it's just the two of you, rhythmic creaks of the bed when he gets a bit rougher. every brush of his skin on yours sets fire to your soul. you've never had sex like this before.

the way he kisses you so slowly, a steady kiss that doesn't falter beyond his thrusts. it's like he isn't fucking you just to cum; he's savoring this moment.

savoring you.

every soft grind into you, the tip of his cock hitting in at the spongy walls of your pussy, you feel closer and closer to him.

"look at me," he rasps from above. your eyes open and you peer at him, biting down on your bottom lip. "please don't go back to them. stay with me."

the vulnerability to his words sends an ache into your chest, "i will. i-i'm yours, satoru." you manage to gasp out, every thick thrust into you sending your body closer to another orgasm.

the confession breaks the last of his restraint. he groans into your mouth, a sound that starts deep in his chest, as he thrusts into you with a bruising intensity. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in, wanting every inch of the ache he’s giving you.

everything is blurring. the smell of pine, the hum of the fan, the way the shadows dance on the ceiling. you feel the build starting again, a white-hot tension that makes your muscles coil and your toes curl into the plaid duvet.

"satoru- please-"

he doesn't slow down. he leans down, his teeth catching the skin of your shoulder, biting down just hard enough to make you see stars. the sharp sting and the deep, heavy pressure of him inside you collide, and suddenly you're falling.

you whine out, trying your hardest to not be too loud as it crashes into you, your body arching off the bed as the orgasm ripples through you in waves.

satoru follows a few second later, his entire body tensing as he lets out a jagged, broken breath, his forehead dropping into the crook of your neck as he spills into you.

as you both catch your breaths, he doesn't move at first. his weight blankets over you gently, before he's pulling out of you and lying down on the bed beside you.

the two of you turn to each other now, laid on your sides. "stay," he murmurs, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "don't go back home. just stay here with me."

you reach over, smoothing back the white tufts of hair from his forehead. "i'm not going anywhere."

he smiles then- a real one. not the cocky grin he wears for the rest of the world, but something small, tired, and deeply happy. he tucks you into his side, an arm wrapping around you as you lie your head on his chest.

his fingers twirl your hair around as you slowly start drifting off, a warmth planting itself deeply into your chest.

rain splashes down onto the ground all around you. your hair is wet, clothes sticking uncomfortably to your body. you've had the longest day today, from lectures not going great to your bus being canceled during a storm.

the thunder cracking in the distance is fitting for your sour mood, feet slapping into puddles while you walk down the streets.

you chose to wear a long sleeve tee today. clearly that was a bad idea, right? you're shivering, arms folded in on themselves with your bag tucked between them.

cars pass you by, splashing into puddles that nearly hit you and make you even more drenched. luckily none of them do, but it wouldn't make much of a difference anymore.

eventually, after crossing a street you hear a car slow down beside you. you narrow your eyes, but the window rolls down and your eyes widen.

it's your professor. his tired eyes look you up and down before he clears his throat, "c'mon. let me give you a ride home."

you consider the offer but start shaking your head, "i-i can't. i'd get your car wet." you really don't want to cause any inconvenience on the older man.

"i don't care. you're going to catch a cold out there. just get in." he reaches forward and snaps the door open. you hesitate before climbing in, the blast of the warm heater feeling nice on your cold body.

you shiver, setting your bag down between your legs as you close the door and buckle up. "thank you so much, professor nanami."

he doesn't respond, turning his body towards the back of the car and reaching around before grabbing a coat. he hands it to you, warm hands brushing against your cold skin.

"put that on."

your face heats up as you tug it on, the scent of leather from the seats mixing in with cologne. you're wrapped up in the smells as you pull it over your shoulders, draping it on yourself.

his eyes never leave your body, a hand brushing against yours briefly to tug the coat closer. you're buzzing with desire, but that's an emotion you know to shove deep down again.

you've been crushing on him for the entire semester. it's not common to get a professor so muscular and handsome while being a genius. he's caught your eye since day one.

and with the way you felt pure electricity when he touched you- god. you feel disgusting for yearning for a man this hard.

he finally starts the car, the whir of the engine picking up as the rain patters down rhythmically against the roof. the squeak of the wipers, the way every so often you sneak a glance at him.

you're a bit overwhelmed, looking out the fogged up window of the passenger's side. you can hear his breathing, slightly heavy, like he's nervous or thinking.

"there's a cafe i can take you to. why don't we stop to get you some tea and warm up a bit?" he offers.

you turn to face him and nod, heat filling your face up once more. "sure. thanks!"

he takes a left at the light, your eyes glancing over at his handsome face a few more times as a guitar solo from some song plays softly on the crackling radio.

you jump a little when your eyes look to him again, and his are fixed on you already. you both look at each other for a beat too long before you gulp and turn back to the window.

the car drives down a few more streets before he's slowing down on one of the main streets, your eyes flickering over as he looks for a parking space.

his arm reaches for the headrest you're leaning against and you almost yelp at the sudden closeness as he leans around to look through the back window as he backs into a parking space.

you flush and turn away, looking back to the window. oh god, he's so hot up close. you almost thought he was trying to kiss you for a moment.

you hate the way your stomach flips at the thought, even more embarrassment creeping in.

he parks and turns the key to shut the car off, the patter of rain louder against the roof in the sudden silence. you inhale deeply, glancing over at him again.

his eyes are on you, looking at your wet clothes and the way his coat hangs off of your body like a blanket. just thinking of his own student like this, it's consuming him whole. how can he be professional when you look so cute in his coat?

both of you wordlessly get out of the car, tension thick enough to make anyone around you uncomfortable too.

a chime rings above you as he opens the cafe door, letting you in first before he follows behind. your hands are shaking, wet hair finally beginning to dry as you look over the chalkboard menu.

he steps forward, hand gripping your wrist and bringing you with him to the front of the cafe. your cheeks feel like they're on fire as you stare at where his large hand engulfs your wrist.

"hello, sir. what can we get for you today?" a girl asks with a smile.

nanami looks down at you, finally letting go of your wrist with slightly reddened cheeks. "uh- i'll take a coffee with milk. what do you want? i'll pay."

you feel awkward, standing in a coat that's way too big for you with soggy clothes underneath. you mumble out your order and watch as she makes the drinks.

the barista slides the drinks across the counter, the steam curling into the air. nanami reaches for his wallet, his shoulder brushing yours - a contact that feels like a live wire - when a voice cuts through the low hum of the cafe.

"kento? i didn't think i'd see you here."

you freeze, watching the way color drains from the man's face beside you. he grimaces, turning towards a woman with long brown hair. "just stopping in." is all he says.

her eyes glance between you in his coat and back over to him, and you think you've seen her before. she's another professor, but one you've seldom interacted with.

you watch the way that she connects the dots in her own head too, eyebrow raising as she stares at you specifically. you flush and turn away quickly, walking with him to a booth.

he sits across from you, and you can still feel the woman's eyes on you two. as you glance up, you see her covering her mouth as she fights back a fit of laughter. 

she's focused on nanami, the way his hands are gripping onto the glass mug as if it's personally attacked him. she just shakes her head and smiles at you briefly, styrofoam cup in her hands as she walks out of the cafe.

you can't help the way you stiffen, thoughts running wild. is that professor going to say something? and why do you feel so guilty right now? he's just being nice to you.

your eyes glance forward, locking onto the way he sets the mug down and takes his glasses off. he rubs at his eyes, suddenly looking much older without them on his face.

it feels like the air's been stolen from your lungs, every subtle feature of his face on full display as he glances up at you for a split second. he takes out a cloth and wipes his glasses.

"you're staring. again."

your spine straightens at his words, eyes immediately focusing on your mug of piping hot tea. your face heats up again, fingers nervously running along the rim of the glass.

"sorry. it's just- did we… look bad?" you ask, watching the way he looks back at you again.

he sighs deeply, picking up his coffee and taking a sip. "why would it? we're not doing anything inappropriate. you're my student."

he sets the mug down, his hands folding into his elbows. "that's all."

you feel the sharp sting of his words hit your chest, swallowing thickly as you nod curtly. the disappointment that swims through your veins aches, but you don't understand why. he is just your professor.

but why did it sound like he's not convinced either?

he refuses to meet your gaze, jaw tightened as he looks out the window. the rain's coming down harder, distant cracks of thunder echoing out as flashes of lightning drench the sky repeatedly.

your eyes linger on him again, looking from his large hands that make the mug look tiny, to the muscles that cascade from his forearms to his biceps, to the way his face is so conflicted.

and then he looks at you again. "stop that."

you flush. "stop what? i'm just looking."

but you both know that's not all it is. the way you look at him with hearts in your eyes, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. he knows about your crush.

and right now? it's different. he catches the anguish that flashes across your eyes, fingers tightening around the mug until you're flinching from the heat.

"you know how you look at me." his voice is stern, the same tone he uses during lectures. the tone that would normally fluster you.

it doesn't now. instead, you glance up at him with daggers in your eyes. "and you know how you look at me. don't be so uptight now."

his eyebrows raise, jaw tightening as he leans closer to the table. "careful."

"i'm just saying. i'm not the only one staring."

both of you stare at each other, not backing down for even a moment. then, he sighs. he's leaning back, hands gripping the mug, sipping away as the window suddenly seems too interesting.

"this isn't an appropriate discussion to be having."

embarrassment hits you hard. he's right, this is not appropriate at all. but with how he looked at you earlier? you can't pretend anymore. "i don't think it is either. but… is it really so bad?"

"yes. i'm too old for you. find someone your own age to lust after. i'm not interested."

the strain in his voice says it all. he's just lying to save face at this point.

a sudden clap of thunder shakes the cafe and you jump at the sudden noise, his hands reaching across the table as he stares at you concerned. your face heats up, sighing. 

"if it's nothing," you start, eyes on his. "then why are we here? a normal professor would've just dropped me off at my apartment and left."

he focuses on your lips as you speak, jaw clenching as they move back up to your eyes again. his hands are still on yours, shaking and warm. you can feel the way he's holding himself back.

"you think i haven't questioned that myself?"

another flash of lightning illuminates both of you, rain suddenly picking up harder. the coat on your body is beginning to slip, air cool against your wet shirt.

his thumbs brush against your knuckles, and you look down at it, chest fluttering. what are you both doing right now?

you tear your hand away from his, finishing off your tea then standing up. you can hear the sound of rain beaming into tin above, pulling his coat closer to you as you shiver.

you look to him, "let's go, professor."

you walk out of the cafe first, pushing the door open and walking in the direction of his car. the rain is coming down in fat droplets that soak through you quickly, but this time his coat blocks the brunt of it.

once he unlocks it and you've climbed in, you're both sitting silently. the rain acts as your music before the thrum of the engine being turned over breaks its rhythm.

his knuckles are white as he starts driving. he turns off to the right from the street that cafe sat on, driving between large masses of buildings and through the wet college town.

as he gets further and further away, buildings becoming more expensive looking and so distanced from campus, suddenly it dawns on you.

you never told him your address. so where are you going?

the streets are unfamiliar. there's houses that come into view now, more suburban area instead of the large buildings that you're accustomed to near the student dorms.

"this isn't the way to the student dorms." you mumble, glancing over your shoulder at him.

he ignores you. his hands stay centered on the steering wheel, his face carved of stone and emotionless. his eyes are fixated on the road ahead, the droves of trees that outline streets.

you just look out the passenger window, breath fogging up the glass as you try to find some sort of familiarity. your stomach tightens, anxiety and some sick excitement overtaking you.

he hates himself. feels dirty, even. he should turn the car around right now.

"mine."

your eyes widen, thunder suddenly echoing out as you look at him again. he pushes his glasses up with one hand, and that hand reaches over the center console slowly.

you feel it pull the fabric of the coat over your wet thighs, a shiver rippling through you.

the car pulls up to an average looking house, quietly creaking as he cranks the wheel to turn into the narrow driveway. the engine cuts and loud rain filters through the emptiness again.

in your peripheral vision, you see him take his glasses off and place them on the dash as he sighs heavily into his hands.

his tired eyes glance over at you, so much buried beneath the surface but threatening to come out at any moment now.

he leans closer, just a whisper of space between you. you can smell his cologne and leather, heart hammering, every nerve screaming.

"i've spent… months. trying so hard to pretend like i can't see you staring at me during lectures. trying to play the role of your responsible professor. acting like i don't think about so many scenarios that you're apart of. i can't do this anymore. from the moment i laid my eyes on you that first day, i knew i was going to fuck my whole career up."

you're not sure how to respond, eyes wide and chest tightening so much it aches. it's like every small moment of self doubt dissipates into nothing, just empty air that splits between the two of you.

you blink a few times, the warmth of his breath brushing across your lips. you open your mouth to say something, anything… but you can't think of words.

his hands brush against yours, so warm against your cold skin. it feels like pure electricity pulses between you, every touch a spark of light that crosses into uncharted want.

so many emotions cross you; pain, shame, fear, but the one that dissolves the rest is the ache for him. one of his hands brushes upwards in the small space between you, thumb brushing against your bottom lip.

your breath hitches in your throat, swallowing thickly. you can't hold back anymore. you don't think you care what happens now, pushing forward and pressing your lips against his.

the rain pounds down into the roof loudly. he's too drawn in by the feeling of your kiss to think about anything else. there's no guilt, no shame.

just your lips melting into eachother, tongues swiping into mouths and hands wandering on wet clothes and letting the tension finally give way and break fully.

the kiss and the blasting heater cause the windows in the car to fog up completely, fully submerging both of you in the moment. you let out small gasps and whines against his lips, his hands finally reaching your hips and squeezing.

after a moment he's pulling back, breath on your lips and forehead pressed against yours. "this is so wrong…" he whispers, lips finding yours again.

he's more rough now, teeth gnashing into yours as his tongue sloppily runs into yours again. he tastes like the coffee from earlier and vague tobacco, something that sends desire into your lower gut.

as the kiss breaks, the only sound is the frantic, wet thrum of the rain and your shared, jagged breathing. he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and dilated, his hair slightly disheveled from your hands.

"if you come inside with me," he rasps, his voice a low, dangerous vibration that you feel in your bones, "there is no going back to the way things were before. i won't be able to look at you in that classroom and pretend like i haven't had my hands on you."

you nod slowly, knowing this is him warning you one last time before you make any decision. but you press forward again and kiss him, breath hitching at the way his grip on your hips becomes almost bruising.

"i want you." you whisper after pulling away, eyes on his.

the walk from the car to his front door is a blur, purely distracted by the feeling of his warm hand pressed against your back as he leads you there. he's shaking a bit as he fumbles with his keys before unlocking the door, slamming it shut.

the lock clicks and silence fills the air. it's nearly dark outside now, the vague grey of rainclouds dimly lighting the area.

you can hear the patter of the storm still above you, feet echoing into the house as you follow him down a hallway after taking your shoes off.

you're so nervous, every wet slap of his coat dragging on the ground beneath you reminding you that this is real. your heart is beating in your ears, shallow breaths preparing for what might happen.

as you round a corner and you're directly in his living room now - the tv that you can make out, a couch and some chairs, a coffee table. he sets his keys and glasses down on the table and stands there stiffly.

the steady drips from the coat over your shoulder fill your ears and he sighs, "take the coat off."

you shrug it off, letting the fabric fall to the wood floors with a thud. you look up at him, watching the way he turns around to look you directly in the face again. his jaw is wound tight, creases in his face highlighted with each lightning strike.

you shiver at the wet fabric of your clothes being exposed to the air, arms crossing to keep warmth tucked into you. his hands reach out and touch your arms.

"take the wet clothes off. i can get you a change of clothes."

you blink. "take them off here?"

he nods, walking off in the opposite direction. you stand there, awestruck and unsure of whether or not you should really be doing this.

it's too late to go back now. might as well take it further than too far. your hands grip at the hem of your shirt and tug upwards, the shirt falling onto the floor in a wet slap.

you’re standing there, the wet heap of your shirt at your feet, when the floorboards creak. he’s back. he’s holding a thick, dark sweater, but he stops in the doorway.

the lightning strikes again, casting his shadow long and jagged across the floor until it reaches your toes. he doesn't apologize for looking this time. his eyes trail over the damp skin of your shoulders, the way the cold has made you ache.

he steps closer, sweater still gripped in his large hand, broad chest breathing heavily. his eyes fall to where your wet bra strains against your skin, nipples poking through the fabric.

he licks his lips, fist clenching around the sweater. his eyes drop to your pants and he sets the sweater aside, hands reaching out and unbuttoning your jeans.

you swallow hard, breath catching in your throat when he tugs your pants down. his warm skin slides against yours as he leans down, letting it fall loosely to your feet.

you're standing in just your bra and panties now, still shivering from how cold and damp you still are. he reaches out closer again, hands ducking behind your back and unclasping your bra.

you shrug it off, his eyes immediately following to your exposed tits as he begins breathing heavier. his jaw tightens for a second, hands sliding from your shoulders down to your tits, then down to your hips.

his fingers curl into the fabric of your panties and he slides them down, an obvious wet patch centered and darkened as they drop down. he's still fully clothed, staring at you with lidded eyes.

without any hesitation, his hands start unbuttoning his shirt. your eyes are hyperfocused on each inch of skin that lurks beneath, every ripple of muscle that peeks out as the fabric falls off of his shoulders and onto the floor too.

you swallow hard, heat pooling heavily between your legs as he removes his belt next. the metal clinks onto the table, and then he's removing his slacks too. you can see the hard outline of his cock, thick and long as it presses into the fabric of his boxers desperately.

his hand reaches out for yours, pulling you off in the direction of his bedroom. you almost slip on the pile of clothes and water pooling just past them, gasping as his other arm wraps around your bare waist smoothly.

when you reach the end of the hallway and turn left into an open door, you see his bedroom. his bed has a navy colored comforter with pillows of the same hue piled up.

"sit." he says it in that same tone that you always fantasized about.

you walk forward and sit down on the bed nervously, watching the way he walks up to you and looks down at you from above. his eyes swipe over you - from your hair, past every curve and dip, and down your legs.

you can smell cologne vaguely mixed with something that's almost vanilla scented, a candle perhaps. you focus on him as he slides his boxers off, eyes widening at his cock as it bounces out.

he steps closer, hands reaching out for your ankles and tugging you. you gasp, elbows propping yourself up as you stare at him. he sits down on the floor, kneeled between your thighs.

"you sure you want to do this?" he asks, eyes on your pussy and the glistening wetness that he can vaguely catch in the darkness. it's pretty obvious that you do.

you nod silently, a broken moan passing your lips as his tongue drags across your thighs slowly. he does that for several moments, coming closer and closer to where you want him the most.

and once his mouth finally delves in and surrounds your clit, your back arches into the bed as you cry out. your hands knot into his hair and pull, hips grinding forward out of desperation.

he hums into you, hands gripping onto your aching thighs to anchor himself as he sucks and laps away at your folds. he's eating your pussy like a man starved, stubble burning into your skin deliciously.

you can feel the dull ache of your orgasm thrumming closer, sloppy wet sounds echoing out against the cracks of thunder and steady rain. your eyes are on his, warmth coating your face as you struggle to keep eye contact.

when two thick fingers push into your pussy and curl upwards, you throw your head back with a cry. he starts thrusting them in at a steady pace, every curl throwing you closer and closer to your peak.

"fuck- i'm so close." you whine out, tears forming in your eyes. he starts sucking on your clit hard, fingers toying with that spongy spot in you that has you seeing stars.

you cum with a loud moan, hips stuttering against him as your hands pull on his hair hard. he works you through each wave of pleasure, eventually pulling his fingers out and licking them.

he leans upwards, climbing up until his face is just barely touching yours. "flip over."

you do as he asks, sitting up and laying down on your stomach. his hands grip your shoulders, gently massaging the skin before moving them further down. 

down your back, to your ass, then spreading your thighs just enough to nuzzle himself in between them.

you feel his cock press against you from behind, the tip rubbing into your slick as you lie there. he presses your head down into the pillows, the nudging himself inside of you slowly.

every inch of him has you crying into the pillow, the thickness of him stretching you out agonizingly slow. your breaths grow more shallow as he bottoms out, fully filling you up now.

he reaches forward, his large hands sliding under your stomach to hoist your hips up, forcing you onto all fours. 

the position is vulnerable, exposing you completely to the storm-light filtering through the blinds. he doesn't let go; his fingers dig into your hip bones, anchoring you as he begins to move.

the first few thrusts are slow and deep, but agonizingly underwhelming. you know he's holding himself back, the final wall still standing beneath the rubble of every other wall that's broken down this evening.

"kento..." you gasp, the name slipping past your lips.

his reaction is immediate. a low, guttural growl rips from his throat, and the pace shifts from measured to desperate. he slams into you, the sound of skin meeting skin slapping rhythmically. 

his hands move from your hips to your hair, gently but firmly pulling your head back so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck.

"you have no idea," he rasps against your pulse point, his voice vibrating through your entire frame. "how many times i’ve had to look away from you. how many nights i’ve sat in this room and hated myself for wanting exactly this."

he’s hitting that spot again and again, his thick length stretching you until you’re sobbing into the pillows, your fingers clawing at the sheets.

he reaches around, his fingers finding your clit again, working in tandem with the brutal, rhythmic drive of his hips. the dual sensation is too much. the world begins to blur into shades of navy and grey. 

your pussy clamps around him repeatedly, another orgasm threatening to implode within your body.

"kento, please-"

"look at me," he commands, his voice dropping into that stern, lecture-hall voice that makes you melt.

you twist your head back, your eyes meeting his. he’s flushed, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead, his expression a mask of pure, unadulterated devotion and ruin.

"tell me you’re mine," he demands, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, more frantic. "not my student. mine."

"i'm yours," you cry out, the words lost in a sob as your orgasm finally crashes over you.

as your pussy clamps around him repeatedly, eyes rolling back as you cum harder than the first time, he's grunting. you can feel him twitch in you before he stills, hot spurts of cum filling you up.

he groans, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder, his entire body shuddering with the force of a release that has been months in the making.

the jagged breaths coming from both of you fill the air, crackles of rain against glass panes. he slides off of you and out, lying down beside you. his arms wrap around your waist to pull you back against his chest.

he sighs softly into your skin, breaths still heavy. "this can't happen again," his voice cracks a bit, "but i know it will. i don't think i can let go."