it made it slightly less suspicious since ryomen sukuna was your lab partner. and he was just quietly listening to the instructions you were lazily reading off the packet, letting him set up the station. he never cared really, in a similar position as you, he just wanted to get through this lab so he can take a fat nap before his next class.

“quit zoning out,” he mutters, neither annoyed or upset, just tired.

you hum, blinking. glancing back down at the paper continuing to read off the instructions as he listens, like always. you hum again when he’s done setting the basic steps, you finally hop in to help.

neither of you complain about the other. he was a good lab partner, he did his best, carried his weight, and you the same. their wasn’t much to say about the other, which was why your conversations were always casual during your four hour labs.

“you keep zoning out,” he interrupts your thoughts again, snapping you back to reality.

“huh?” you blink again, glancing down at his gloved hand holding your wrist, stopping you from pouring too much into the beaker. “oh, my bad.”

he hums low and unbothered, but his crimson eyes flick over your face as you remeasure the liquid again, fixing your mistake.

“you hungover or somethin?” he asks, his low raspy voice clearly made it known that he was hungover. especially because he usually came to eight am monday lab hungover and never bothered to hide it either when you asked, so it wasn’t anything new.

your eyes widen briefly, not expecting the accusation. but you play it off with a shrug, shaking your head.

“no, i was just…up,” your reply comes off as…off. he catches it, brow quirked, eyes narrow scrutinizing just momentarily.

“up,” he repeats, amused, immediately clocking what that meant, and you notice.

scoffing, “it’s not what you’re thinking,” you slide the beaker to him to continue. sitting back on the stool as he continues with his part.

he just nods lazy and sarcastic.

“It’s not,” you repeat, leaning against your propped hand, watching him work so casually.

once again your mind drifts to how easy it is working with this guy. you always feel bad for shoko who has lab after you and always complains about her partner not doing any work, or skipping on purpose, but asking for her lab report after.

and your gaze drifts lazily over to his gloved hands working so easily, his hand is huge as they wrap around the large beaker. sukuna is intimidating mainly because of his starch size towering over everyone, including you.

it was not wrong of you to assume that he’s definitely built under his usually loose tshirt that always sat wide on his shoulders. and though you couldn’t admire his arms, and the way his veins were like spiderwebs across his tattooed skin, because of his lab coat. you knew that your partner is definitely fit.

“again, your turn,” he interrupts your thoughts, and you blink again. this time he’s smirking at you, not bothering to hide his own amusement over your aloof self today, especially eyeing you even closer. “seems like more of a long weekend type shit,” he snorts, unbothered when you flash him an unthreatening glare.

“like I said, it’s not what you think,” your fingers slide to the packet, writing down your results as your partner hums.

he glances at your focused expression, his amusement tugging on his lips again, “we’re both adults here, no need to be embarrassed.”

you scoff, still writing, still surprisingly unbothered by his teasing, because he really does have it all wrong. you know he’s implying you were up having sex. or I guess now he’s implying it was your whole weekend.

but truth is, you were trying to have sex. but unfortunately just as you were about to have sex with some guy you went on a few dates with this month, he breaks it to you that he actually needs to get tested, and low behold, he was found positive for some shit.

of course, you’re happy that you didn’t end up sleeping with him. but on the other hand, now you just have all this pent up sexual frustration bubbling inside you and no way to release it. and one thing you really hate doing, is having to solve it by yourself.

it was always boring, unsatisfying, and pathetic.

“wha—“ you yelp momentarily, a rough hand pressing on the top of your head makes you blink up.

“you seriously needa pay attention so we can get the fuck outta here and not go over time,” he huffs, now glancing over your face as you do the same. almost mesmerized by how controlled he is, especially with the dark circles under his eyes and the tired expression painting his face. and yet he’s able to get through lab every week.

“sorry,” you mutter, turning back to continue writing down your work.

lab was uneventful. every week of the spring semester spent twice a week here, with a hungover attractive lab partner and a sexually frustrated you, working seamlessly, talking about frivolous things, and then going your separate ways.

that’s until the end of midterms came and spring break began.

it was the first weekend of the break, and just like everyone else on campus. you, shoko, and utahime all went to the first frat party before everyone went on vacation or back home.

shoko only came to this frat because she went to high school with two of the guys there. as for utahime, she was always dragged by shoko, but ultimately stayed because she started having a lil crush on one of the guys that was close friends with the frat.

and you.

you need to get fucked.

doesn’t matter if it’s today or tomorrow or at the end of the week. you just need to do something to get someone’s dick inside you and if you don’t have sex by this week then you know you’re fucked for the rest of the semester.

of course, it’s easier said than done. anyone can have sex, but you, you were cautious, you didn’t wanna catch any stds or see a mico-dick, or sleep with some sociopath, and they had to have basic ass hygiene, and good breath.

“why don’t you go on another date? i can set you up with someone,” utahime said, as she passed you and shoko a drink.

you sigh, following them outside to the backyard of the frat. the three of you sitting on the bench.

“you can’t date in college, nobody is serious about anything,” you huff, siping from your drink.

“that’s not true. I’m telling you my friend is making this list of people that are open to actually dating, she says she wants to do this experiment type thing, like matchmaking,” utahime explains very animated.

shoko hums, lighting a cigarette.

“i don’t want to be apart of some weird college experiment?” you sigh, pressing the cold bottle to your cheek. “plus, i was basically studying abroad all of last semester and the semester before, the only people I’m still close with here is you guys.”

shoko nods again in agreement. “but it won’t hurt to meet someone.”

and you hate yourself for being so difficult, especially when you lean forward, pouting. “maybe I just want something easy…”

“like a one-night stand?” shoko points.

you shrug, because that didn’t sound tasteful, and you hate sleeping around, “this is so annoying, i think I just need to calm down.”

“i can so set you up on date and you can see how it goes—what the fuck—“ utahime screeches as she feels something cold press against her nape. “fuck you!” she shouts, elbowing the one and only frat president, satoru gojo.

shoko snickers, shaking her head as you scoff at his annoying bullying.

“it’s just a joke, jeez,” he cackles, “was just comin’ over to tell you your big fat crush was lookin’ for you.”

her eyes immediately light up, looking past gojo and at the guy she’s been crushing on all semester.

“then just say that, asshole,” utahime jumps up, turning to you and shoko quickly pointing at herself and you both smile brightly.

“you look good!” you say in unison.

utahime lights up and skips over to the man. while gojo plops in her seat, grabbing shoko’s drink and taking a swing. “so how are you guys? enjoying the party?”

you nod, clearly not as into the party as everyone else is, and shoko just laughs at the look gojo’s giving you.

“fuck is your problem?“

“nothing,” you glance at him, and he’s narrowing his eyes. then he finally lets out a loud sigh, standing up dramatically.

“as the president and host of this amazing fucking party, i feel it’s my responsibility to elevate this experience for you,” he loudly announces.

you stifle a laugh, rolling your eyes at him, but that doesn’t stop him from taking your wrist and tugging you up, shoko easily pushing your back as they lead you into the rambunctious crowd.

and even after the stupid dance off gojo puts on for you and the crowd, the glow in the dark face/body painting, and the childish would you rather games, is when a familiar face finally makes his presence known.

you don’t notice him immediately. but others do, glancing at the intimidating man stepping into the house. as per usual, he’s dressed in ripped baggy jeans, along with a loose fitting tee that perfectly frames his wide shoulders, and his backpack is slung on. he scans the crowded entrance, face itched with annoyance. a few girls light up at the sight of him, even when he just offers them an uninterested nod or walks past them.

he pushes through the crowd, luckily many quickly side step out of the way, terrified to get in sukuna’s way.

weaving past people trying to get his attention, because he’s already set his eyes on his snowy white victim.

“gojo.”

and before you can blink, gojo who was sitting against the wall beside you on the living room floor, is now being lifted to his feet in seconds, collar squeezing his airway as a seething sukuna barks at his face.

“what?! you knew about the party—“

“you said you’d do it on sunday, why the fuck is it tonight?” sukuna shouts.

their argument has the groups attention, including yours. well yours for another reason entirely.

your lab partner looks so hot.

your cheeks stinging as you glance at the way the veins in his arms are bulging, his huge biceps flexing as he holds up gojo. you eye the banded tattoos that wrap around the large muscles making your cheeks heat up.

while one part of your mind is drinking in how naturally attractive he is, the other is piecing together the fact that he’s apart of this frat and you never realized it.

it’s definitely because you were abroad for a year, and you rarely came to these frat parties to begin with, so you had no reason to actually think about it. plus you never stayed long enough to even know anyone else other than gojo, geto, and nanami, but even he left after his freshman year because it was too much being around his high school friends again.

but maybe the worst part of it is that you really couldn’t care less about other people. it was mean, sure. but your friends were the only thing that mattered to you, along with school, and that’s definitely another reason you can’t get laid. you can’t even bother talking to new people. it was too much effort, too little payoff.

“you zone out at parties too?” the familiar gruff voice cuts through the music, and you blink up, pupils dilating at the sight of your lab partner dropping his bag and falling on the floor beside you. his broad back hitting the wall in exhaustion.

“the arguing just got boring to listen too,” you shrug, and he snorts, taking the bottle you’d been hosting and drinking it. you lean to your side, head resting on the wall, fully facing your lab partner now. “I didn’t know you were ‘part of this frat.”

he hums, gulping down more of the alcohol easing his nerves from his burning veins, especially when he hears a crash in the distance. “mainly because of the team, just easier for everyone.”

“oh yeah, you’re a forward right?” you vaguely remember him mentioning how he needs to submit the lab before his practice. and gojo and geto happen to mention him occasionally and his tardiness.

he grunts again, turning to actually glance at you. and he snorts at the sight of the glow-in-the-dark paint on your face, lips quirking a bit when he sees the pink and green hand paint on the tops of your breast and neck, and along your arms, and thighs. “who did your painting?”

“shoko and gojo,” you glance down at yourself, amused. “they went a bit overboard I had to shove ‘em off.”

“yeah he’s a fucking dick.”

you snort, shaking your head in amusement. eyes unable to leave him. and the easy buzz that fills your mind made it easier to just ogle him. especially when his lips would move and you can see his sharp canines peaking again, and you can only imagine the way they’d feel sinking into your skin—

“ah—“ your eyes widen because his large hand is squeezing your cheeks hard.

“again,” he cuts in, “how bad is y’r fucking attention span? shit. you’re worse than my younger brothers.”

you’re just blinking up at him, embarrassed but also unbothered by his comments.

“I guess it’s bad,” you affirm. but in your defense, you were just horny and very sexually deprived.

“clearly,” he lets go, turning back to face the crowded house.

“what were you saying?” you interrupt, realizing he was definitely talking before you started daydreaming.

his gaze flicks to you in a momentary judgy side eye, and you just give him a bashful smile, clearly apologetic about zoning out. “was just asking how long you’ve been here. I rarely run into you at these parties.”

“uh what time is it?”

he glances at his watch. “11:15”.

“oh then I guess awhile. I got here at nine,” you glance around the room. “I came with hime—utahime, i dont if you know her.”

sukuna shrugs. and you continue glancing around until you spot your friend laughing in the kitchen with her crush, her cheeks flushed. cute, you smile. “that’s her, with the red bows in her hair.” you point, sukuna just hums. “and I came with shoko.”

“gojo’s friend?”

you hum. “did you go to high school with them too?”

sukuna barks out a laugh, “fuck no. probably would’ve killed that idiot if I’d known him that long.”

you laugh, shaking your head at the dark humor. “he’s not that bad.”

“he is. he’s worse actually,” sukuna tsks, almost like he’s recalling every horrible, annoying ass thing gojo’s ever done to him or in his vicinity. “throwing this party without me,” he scoffs again, more angry than anything.

“do all the guys in the frat have to be here to host a party?”

he tsks, “no, but gojo and the rest are too fucking lax with letting people in. I bet half the guys here snuck in without paying the entrance fee. and then when some shit breaks, we won’t have the damn funds to fix it. and his parents cut him off until the end of the semester so that idiot has no excuses now.”

“oh,” you cringe at his fueled rant. “i didn’t know it was that deep.” your lab partner just huffs in response. “is it bad that I didn’t pay?” you were half-joking, knowing that fee was mainly implemented for guys anyways, and you were a close friend of a friend.

“s’ fine, you’re hot so we wouldn’t have charged ya anyways.”

his response was so casual, you could easily gloss over it. but instead your eyes seem to light up. it wasn’t in a crush type of way, but more like a horny college girl that hasn’t been fucked in months type of way.

“you think I’m hot?”

he exhaled amused, eyes glancing back at you, rolling his eyes. “you in the mood to be complimented?”

you smile politely, albeit very teasingly too. “it’s been awhile.”

and those words immediately register in him. “y’r saying you’re not day dreaming about your most recent hookup every time we’re in lab?”

your lips part in shock, “what??? why would I be thinking about that??”

“you’re always zoning out, and then saying y’ didn’t get any sleep. you couldn’t have been more obvious,” he laughs.

your face heats up, “I kept saying it’s not what you think.”

“I think it is,” he pushes, enjoying the sight of you squirming at his little interrogation.

“it’s not,” you push back, stubborn. but he simply smirks, eyeing you close, as if he can read you, which he can’t, but you still feel him pierce your mind, as if it says so blaring I haven’t had sex in so long and I’m just a desperate girl!

but instead you decide to clarify it for him. “i just haven’t slept with anyone in awhile and that’s the issue.”

silence.

your cheeks flare with unadulterated embarrassment. ignoring the way his crimson eyes are wide in pure shock. because if anything, he expected you to reveal you had a boyfriend, or that your amazing hookup ghosted you, or something that wasn’t that.

“say something,” you shove his shoulder. and he’s still staring, even as you slap your face, feeling how hot it is. “you’re so annoying. it’s not that no one wants to sleep with me,” you embarrass yourself further. “I just don’t want any fucking stds or anything, which I’ve been super close to catching since everyone here is disgusting.”

“so you’re a virgin?”

your eyes widen. “I’m not a virgin!” you shriek.

his head falls back laughing, chest rumbling, catching the attention of a few people around. and you’re clicking your teeth, waiting for him to settle the fuck down, because it’s not that funny. luckily he does after a few long minutes of his annoying deep ass sexy ass laugh.

it could be because you’ve gotten familiar talking to him in lab all semester, that when you fall into casual conversation about your sex lives, it doesn’t embarrass either of you. and you feel validated when sukuna voices the same concerns as you.

“yeah pretty sure over the break someone started spreading chlamydia, and I don’t know if y’ remember last semester, some guy caught syphilis and a few girls got it too,” he lazily talks.

“ew no, I don’t remember that! but also I wasn’t here then.”

“you didn’t miss anything. but ‘s normal to be cautious of sleeping with anyone here, and the whole dating thing is just a fucking headache,” he mutters, sipping his drink.

“hime wants to set me up with this matchmaker thing,” your head drops forward, and sukuna offers you his bottle, and you just hold it for a second. “that’s just like…a lotta work.”

sukuna barks out a laugh, amused at the admission.

“it is,” you sip from the bottle, eyes closing briefly, missing the way sukuna hums in agreement, eyeing your throat bobbing. you sigh after swallowing, handing him the bottle.

“you don’t like relationships?” he asks.

“it’s not necessarily liking, it’s just not on my radar at all right now,” you admit. leaning against the wall again, looking over at utahime now doing shots with her crush.

utahime is definitely a romantic. she’s always wanted to get with her crush, and she’s always been a relationship type of person, which you were kind of jealous off because you could barely wrap your head around the commitment. and it meant more to her than just sex. but with you, when you see an attractive man, it was just sex.

“you sound like a guy,” he snorts, and you cringe at that.

“ew don’t say that.”

he shrugs, “I’m not saying it’s bad, that’s what I think too. maybe that’s why it’s easier for me to have sex, but harder now because everyone’s so fucking emotional about it.”

“that’s just mean,” you mutter, glancing at the women at the party. “obviously the girls you guys sleep with would get emotional. you guys don’t treat them very kindly. it’s kinda a universal experience as a girl, or just being in college.” you shake your head at his ignorance, and the man just scoffs, rolling his eyes as he sips.

“exactly my point. can’t fuck anyone anymore without it turning into a yelling fit after or getting a drink thrown in my face,” he tsks, you sigh, because that’s just the reality of dating/sleeping culture.

“probably because it’s never clarified to be a one night stand,” you think out loud.

“I’m pretty sure when you meet someone for the first time at a party and they’re all over you, it’s assumed that it’s just sex,” he scoffs.

but you shrug, shaking your head. “I don’t think so.” you pause, taking a beat to collect your thoughts. “many girls are romantics. guys just don’t know how to communicate, which leads to a lot of miscommunication.” you nod, proud of yourself for the way you phrased it.

sukuna snorts, laughing under his breath as he hums taking another long sip. “so anytime I wanna sleep with someone I have to clarify that’s it just fucking.”

you hum.

“I doubt I’d get laid if i did that.”

you shrug.

“would you do that?”

you frown, “it’s different for girls.”

he laughs. “the double standard is crazy.” he shakes is head. “I’m saying you, not all girls.”

“well i am a girl…and i just wouldn’t do that,” you clarify, and sukuna just nods his head sarcastically.

“because you’re too good for that? I’m pretty sure you’re the one that just wants to get laid and i guess daydreams about it too.”

you inhale, taking a deep breath before releasing it, because giving an explanation about your own terms and conditions was just making you sound unreasonable or even pretentious.

but still you elaborate, entertaining your lab partner at this party. “i just wouldn’t want a one night stand or a boyfriend. getting a one night stand is too much work, especially if I’d want to get laid often, and I already explained the dating thing. I just want something easy.”

and that leaves sukuna silent for a moment.

“so essentially, a fuck buddy.”

hearing that immediately made something click in your mind. you hum, nodding your head casually. “yeah that.”

that leaves sukuna’s even more amused. crimson gaze sweeping over you once again, taking you in for a second time that night because even though you were surprisingly easy to get along with in lab, he still would’ve never guessed you’d end up having a conversation like this.

though you haven’t fully realized the extent of your conversation, your attention distracted by gojo shouting at a few people in the kitchen because they broke a chair, sukuna’s eyes remain on you and his voice is just a bit lower when he asks.

“but you said you’re picky with who you sleep with?” you hum along. “then what’re the terms and conditions for your fuck buddy?”

your lips part, thinking briefly before responding. “well I’d have to be attracted to them. obviously.” sukuna nods along. “and they can’t be judgy or anything—“

“judgy how?”

“like if they’re judging me if i wanna have sex.”

he scoffs, “why the fuck would they judge you if that’s the point of the relationship?”

your lips part not wanting to elaborate so you just hum, “good point.” but you continue. “um I guess we’d have to agree on a few conditions…”

“like?”

you think. “like no strings attached type thing. probably like school and classes first. um..” you bite your cheek thinking some more, and sukuna patiently watches you, beyond entertained right now. “oh! if you’re gonna have sex with anyone else, it’s fine, as long as i know about it—in case they catch anything I’d like to be aware,” and sukuna hums along, watching you think again. “probably like if you’re okay with kissing, i think in movies they don’t do that.”

“in movies?” he laughs. and you just laugh too, nodding at the ridiculousness.

“i don’t know, i’m just thinking out loud. what would y’r conditions be?” turning the tables you watch his sharp canines peak again as he smiles, amused.

“I agree with the no strings attached shit. she should probably know it’s just sex. no condoms—“

“wha?” you interrupt.

he shrugs, “if I’m gonna have sex with you multiple times, then I’d like to cum inside. feels better, isn’t that the point of the whole thing?”

you think, “i guess.” and you don’t say anything further, so you let the man continue, intrigued by his own conditions.

“school first type shit i guess, but also if I’m stressed then maybe some agreement about relieving that,” he thinks, and you quirk your head, needing some more clarification. “i don’t know, like if y’r busy then obviously I’m not gonna force you to come and help me with my problem, but also if you’re not busy but it’s a school night then I’d like to fuck.”

“oh,” you nod in understanding. “i guess that makes sense.” he nods, “I’d also add a safe word.”

sukuna scoffs, “fucking obviously, you should have one regardless, even if it’s just a one night stand.”

you blush just a bit, humming in understanding. “kinks on the other hand…” he sits back on his arms, head tilted back looking at the ceiling as he thinks, “i don’t mind most of em, I guess we’d have to discuss it but doesn’t need to be in the beginning.” he glances back at you, and you’re still criss cross in front of him. “what about you?”

you think, “i think I’m the same. I don’t think i’ve experienced anything crazy to know what id definitely say no too.”

“spanking?”

you itch your cheek, “that’s nothing. I like that.”

“bdsm?”

you think, “dunno depends. I don’t think I can deal with extreme bdsm.” you tilt your head at him. “is that what you’re into?”

he chuckles light, “I’m into anything,” he shrugs. yes, that was a full lie. he does have preferences, he like’s being dominant, he likes hitting, spitting, and maybe it doesn’t sound extreme at first, it usually ends up heavy and hard, and the worst part about him is that he isn’t a major piece of shit and will tone it down for a majority of the women that end up in his bed who can’t take it, and it ultimately turns him off going soft and vanilla—

but you cut in, “for real?”

his lips part, the words yes ready to fall out, but the way your eyes light up just a bit, has him clenching his jaw. the trajectory of this conversation is toeing the line between something else, and he doesn’t wanna fuck it up just yet.

“I guess I’m a bit rough.”

your brow quirks, “how rough?”

sukuna sits up, trying not to laugh because now he’s being asked to describe how he is in bed. “that’s hard to explain.”

you hum, not wanting to push, but still very much curious about how rough this scary frat boy is. especially with the tattoos on his face and arms, and his rippling muscles. the multiple piercings—

“I can show you though.”

silence.

the base of the music filled the space, people laughing in the distance. but you can clearly hear your heart hammering against your chest, and your cheeks stinging with heat.

“what d’you mean?”

it was amusing the way your voice was higher pitched.

“let’s fuck. and it’s just sex, and if you like it, I’d be down to do the whole fuck buddy thing with you,” he’s smirking, watching the gears turn in your head. and hell, the conversation definitely had him itching to see his lab partner naked under him. and even if it didn’t work out in the end, at least he’d make you cum and satisfy his own frustrations about the party and lost money.

“you’re attracted to me, right?” his ego was much bigger than his head, especially with the way he’s looking at you.

it was funny seeing his cool headed, but aloof lab partner blush, but ultimately nod her head. “you’re clean right?”

sukuna lets out a loud scoff, clearly offended, “obviously.”

you shrug, waving him off, “I’m just checking…when was the last time you had sex.” you cringe, because you obviously didn’t take his word right away.

his jaw clenches, but alas his need to get in your pants outweighs his pride just a inch more. “like two—three weeks ago, yeah right after our last game.” you smile, because if he had anything, there’d definitely be signs by now. “and you, woman?”

your eyes widen, but ultimately wave your hand again, “I’m definitely clean.”

he raises his brow sarcastically, “well if i had to expose myself then you sure as shit have too. that should actually be another condition, equality.”

you scoff out a laugh, rolling your eyes, “i think it’s been,” you let out a ball of air, trying to remember how long it’s been. it was definitely months. “oh shit,” your eyes widen, and he quirks a brow. “i think it’s been…a little over a year now—yeah…since sophomore year winter break.”

a low whistle rings in your ears, glancing up at sukuna. you can’t tell since the lights in the house kept changing colors, but his ears were red, and his pants got a bit tighter. and the only thing he was thinking at the moment was that he’ll definitely need to stretch you out.

“was that an ex?”

you shake your head, “no just some guy i was seeing over break.” but you glance at his stone face. “what?”

he shakes his head trying to relax his shoulders, but his body was tense, and at this point he just wanted to take you upstairs already. “we’re both clean, so should we have a test round?”

finally, you hum in agreement.

your cheeks were permanently hot from this point on. letting your brooding tall lab partner lead you up the stairs to his bedroom. his hand was on your lower back, ignoring all the people that lingered in the hallway until finally swinging his door open.

your lips part with curiosity and anticipation, examining his bedroom, letting him drop his bag by his desk and grab his charger to plug his dying phone in.

you venture further in, setting aside your purse, before eyeing the few band posters he has up on his wall. his clothes were mainly strewn on his desk chair and beside his closest, but it smelled surprisingly good here. i guess you can thank the air freshener he has plugged into the wall. but it also smelled like him.

“ohhh do you guys all have your own bathrooms?”

“nah…” sukuna types something on his phone. “gojo and geto have a jack n jill type thing where they share a bathroom, and the basement bedrooms have a shared bathroom, but then everyone else shares around the house,” sukuna easily replies, tossing his charging phone on his desk before glancing back up at you.

he shamelessly lets his eyes track your figure as you stand in front of a scratch off movie poster list on his wall.

the skirt you were wearing was dangerously short, showing off your thighs and the paint marks all over them. he gets slightly irked thinking how one of those handprints is probably gojo’s. but he continues checking you out, especially your exposed back, and the dip in your spine.

his jeans grow tighter eyeing your soft hips. he shamelessly recalls every time he’s checked out your ass in lab, whenever you’d lean over the table, or bend down to grab something from your bag.

but now he definitely felt more eager to grab a handful of it, especially when you lean forward exposing more of your thighs for his greedy eyes, just to get a better look at the movie titles.

“you haven’t seen Lawrence of Arabia?”

your voice was unbelievably calm for how you’re actually feeling. maybe this seemed better in your head, but is this a good idea? you’re in your lab partners very fratboy-esque room, during a frat party, and neither of you are drunk enough.

“the movie’s like a billion hours long,” his voice is much closer now, and you tense momentarily when you feel his breath fanning against your shoulder. his hand casually brushing your hip as he leans forward pressing his chest against your back to glance over at the poster. “think I watched the first hour then fell asleep.” his thumb shamelessly caresses your bare skin.

you nod, heart hammering as you try not to move. but luckily, he takes charge. laughing under his breath as he turns you to face him. both hands on your hips now, head cocking to the side in amusement, gaze locked on your face.

“is talkin’ about movies foreplay for you?” he asks, all while eyeing your lips.

“well no,” you mutter, slightly embarrassed because he’s licking his teeth trying not to laugh. you were beyond casual talking about your sex life with him just a few minutes ago, and even more casual listing your conditions for your potential sex buddy. so it was definitely amusing seeing you all lost and mumbling right now. “you sure you wanna have sex? y’know it might be you who doesn’t like it in the end.”

he scoffs. “trust me, y’r not scaring me.”

you don’t respond, gaze glancing over his sharp features, bitting your cheek because you can see his dark lids on your lips, and his body heat was overwhelming your senses.

maybe you weren’t entirely uncomfortable with the situation, but more so anxious. you’d been holding back for so long, that you don’t mind at all when he stands tall, hand casually holding your jaw, crimson pupils dilating just a bit at the sight of you parting your lips.

“you didn’t clarify,” he leans forward, easily pinning you to the wall, and your heart is hammering faster seeing this side of him. “kissing…yes or no?”

and the words couldn’t have come out faster. “yes.”

you gasp when his lips crash into you. your hands find purchase on his bicep as your kiss turns messy in seconds. you were not a victim, whining in full delight when his tongue slips into your mouth, hand grasping his shirt as he presses you further against the wall, knee slotting between your legs as his tongue plays with yours.

you could’ve guessed he’d be a good kisser, but this was mind-numbing.

especially in your sex crazed mind. your lips are parting, panting as you catch your breath before he’s kissing your lips again, biting down hard making a cute gasp come from your lips.

your nails dig into his biceps. the pleasure coursing through you, thighs clenching around his thigh as he presses it higher up, humming when his hands come down under your skirt, grabbing a handful of your ass. squeezing.

“angh!” you gasp in shock, and he chuckles, tonguing your lips, with a smirk, before muttering so deep it reaches your soaked panties.

“been eyeing this ass every time we’re in lab,” he admits, shamelessly. giving it another squeeze before kissing you again. “best part.”

your cheeks flush, unbelievably turned on, whining every time he bites down on your lips, running his tongue over it.

it’s addicting.

so much so, that your lips only part in momentary shock when he lifts you up.

your lips don’t leave his, holding his jaw now as you kiss him desperately, legs wrapped around his torso.

his tongue is warm in your mouth, leading you to his bed. his hand still groping your ass, arm wrapped around your waist, kneeling down on the bed. and it was fucking validating when he cracks a hard slap on your ass, and you moan in pleasure.

“fuck, you’re so well behaved,” he laughs, laying you on the bed before sitting up. he easily lifts your legs up, pulling your skirt and panties down, in one swift motion, tossing it off the bed, and that’s when he has to bite back a pathetic groan. “shit.”

you’re flushing just a bit at how quick he’s moving, chest still uneven from the make out session. not registering how gone sukuna is. he’s pushing your legs apart, pupils blown at the sight of your exposed pussy. “you’re fucking drenched, woman, did you cum already?”

your lips part in shock, shaking your head, “no! you barely did anything.”

he hums, chuckling darkly as his thumb comes down and rubs through your drenched folds, your hips jerk in surprise, whining so softly he has to control himself. “well y’r fucking soaked,” he points. canines peaking as he smiles. “this is hot,” he hums in approval because your pussy was fully shaved, aside from cute heart shaped landing strip you kept.

“yeah?” you bite your cheek, since you hadn’t slept with anyone in so long, this little design you decided to do, has never been complimented.

“fuck yeah,” he groans, leaning down to kiss it. your cheeks sting, the back of your hand covering your mouth, as you hum.

his lips continue to trail down to your dripping pussy, mouth already drooling before he even gets a taste.

and when he does, all hell breaks loose.

“angh fuck! wait—“ your head falls back in pleasure, forgetting how fucking good it is to be eaten out. his tongue is greedy, lapping the mess around your folds before delving back in again. he was a beast, rubbing his face between your legs, drinking in your arousal before tonguing your clit.

your hand shoots out, gripping his salmon locks hard, hips stuttering, but he doesn’t move, only groaning when you yank a little too hard. his wet lips loud as they fill the room.

the low base of the music downstairs shielding your moans as you whine, feeling the coil begin to wound up with every flick of his skilled tongue.

“suk—angh! gonna cum—“ your legs tremble, trying to close on instinct, but he keeps his arms tightly wrapped around your thighs, face moving between your legs, pushing you further along the edge, until you’re finally tipping over.

your hips jump, lips parting as a soft whine leaves your throat, and the man just groans in delight as you coat his tongue in more juices. your legs shake, trying to catch your breath, but he’s already kissing your heart, pushing a finger inside without warning.

“we didn’t think of a safe word,” he smirks, watching you whine, abs clenching in surprise because he doesn’t give you a chance to catch your breath, before he’s fingering your poor pussy.

“angh—um—“ you gasp, trying to think, but his fingers curl so beautifully, pressing against your sweet spot making you whine.

“fuck you really haven’t had sex in a year,” he coos, biting a smile at the way your hips chase his fingers every time he stops. “you miss cumming?”

you nod, lips parting to reply, but then he’s pressing his thumb against your clit and your words just turn into more whines. your pretty lashes flutter against your cheeks, hips rolling up like a desperate slut, and he’s fucking hooked.

“well? gotta think of a safe word, woman,” he inserts a second finger, humming as your walls stretch around his digits, not giving you chance before pistoning them in and out. your eyes bulge, back arching off the bed, nails digging into his bicep as he trails kisses up your neck, and he’s mean.

scissoring your tight cunt, ignoring your whines that it was too much. “answer me. you into colors? food?” he’s fucking teasing you.

he always has a go to safe word, but it’s just more fun watching you struggle to answer him.

“I—r-ryome—angh please, ‘m close,” your voice is so fucking sweet, he is honestly amazed that you’re able to cum so quickly after your first orgasm. and maybe he should give you a second to breathe, but he’s just kissing your nipples —you hadn’t even realized he’d pushed your top up, and unclasped your bra.

“I’m gonna put a third finger in, but how about mango?” he’s licking your nipple, crimson gaze staring up at you as he teases a third finger, and you’re squirming, but nodding.

“mango, mhm ya that works,” you’re out of breath, “i like mangos,” you add and he’s biting back a smirk before pushing in a third finger.

“same.”

sukuna licks his lips, gaze locked on you as he stretches you open with his fingers. your moans weren’t crazy loud, and it was quite cute whenever you’d squeeze his arm, burying your face in his shoulder, or when your thighs would close around his arm as you tremble.

“open up,” he clicks his tongue, but you’re panting. “calling it quits now?”

“no!” you blurt, but you’re pulling away, resting back on his sheets staring up at him. “can you put it in now?”

his hand stills, fingers frozen inside you as his eyes narrow, he’s going a little overboard, but you’re tight as hell. but the way you’re batting your lashes at him, and all he can see is his lab partner who would always ramble about some shit or zone out, now all flushed and out of breath…well he can’t help the fact that your full undivided attention is on him.

your legs tremble as he pulls his fingers out, popping them in his mouth sucking them clean.

you sit up just a bit, letting him pull your top and bra fully off, tossing them aside while his hand grabs the hem of his shirt, lifting it overhead.

the air around you is much hotter, even after your previous orgasms. a new tingling swirling inside you once sukuna tosses his shirt. and it could be how ripped this man is, his abs sculpted to perfection, or it could be the religious tattoos the decorated his tanned skin.

your lips part in awe, chest rising and falling, hands playing with your fingers as he slides off the bed unbuckling his loose jeans and kicking them aside, followed so quickly by his boxers that you didn’t even get a chance to ogle his dark happy trail that leads to his large bulge, before the real thing springs out.

your pupils dilate at the sight. biting back a pathetic whine, when he smears the pre that’s collected around his bulbous tip, kneeling beside you.

“y’r not gonna fuckin’ run away. s’ your fault you wouldn’t let me stretch ya more, so no crying, okay?”

his words go in one ear and out the other.

your thoughts numb just nodding mindlessly as he continues stroking his abnormally large cock. your gaze locked on him, taking in the sight of your lab partner naked, allowing him to lean between your legs resting his cock on your belly— “when y’ feel me right ‘ere, then that means I’m all in.”

your face is beyond flustered. his words turning your head to mush, even when his lips find yours again, and starts rocking his cock through your folds collecting your wetness to coat his length. you’re just humming in delight.

“you’re so submissive,” he laughs, kissing the tops of your breasts, sinking his teeth in as he presses his tip to your entrance— then it’s clicks.

you immediately push his chest back.

“condom,” you blurt. and his face immediately scrunches in disgust.

“no. that’s one of the conditions,” he huffs.

you frown, “well I’m not on birth control, considering I haven’t had sex in like a freakin’ year. you have to give me like a sec to get back on it,” your frown easily turns into a pout. eyes doting up at him, pleading.

it’s worse. you’re also clasping your hands together like a begger and he’s just eyeing the way your pretty tits squish together, and the bite marks and hickies he left on them. “pleaseeee.”

his jaw locks, head falling back releasing a loud groan. “fine.”

he hates the way you perk up, rolling his eyes as he climbs off you and searches his nightstand drawer for the box of condoms. you patiently wait like a spoiled princess before he’s kneeling back on the bed, pumping his cock again and rolling the condom on.

of course, he’s spewing curses, “fucking hate these shitty things,” he mutters.

you let him curse the heavens, but when he’s back between your legs, pushing your legs high up on his waist, you’re immediately consumed by him and the slow burn that spreads inside you as he pushes his tip in.

your moan breaks through, whining as he rocks his hips, continuing to push past the tightens, but you’re clenching around him like a fucking seductress, whining even more when he squeezes your thigh in warning.

“watch it,” he huffs.

“k-kay,” you pant, lips parting in gentle gasps feeling him go deeper.

this is what he means when he said he’s kinda rough.

he doesn’t wait for you to fully adjust before crashing his lips into yours, tongue greedy as he pushes into your mouth. his knees plant into the bed as he starts thrusting into you, pushing the rest of his thick cock into your tight hole making you grasp his shoulders. your manicured nails dig into his muscles as he grunts.

he’s laughing against your lips, pulling back, arms braising himself above you, caging you under him, as he looks you over. “good?” and he’s a self righteous prick. full of himself and it definitely stems from how much he’s packing and how you’re holding onto him like a baby koala.

but of course, your sex deprived self is eating it all up, humming and nodding.

you feel so full.

you can feel every vein and ridge of his thick cock, and you almost cursed yourself for not having sex for so long, because how can you have gone a year without this feeling??

but you doubt you’ve ever been stuffed this full. and maybe that’s why you’re whining and moaning when he starts rutting into you, hips snapping against you, grunting in your ear everytime you unintentionally clench around him.

“angh!—feels good!” you whine, grasping his nape, back arching as he continues his relentless pace. sharp thrusts leaving your breathless.

“fuck—haah—“ he pants, groaning when your nails dig a bit too deep in his skin. his teeth sinks into your shoulder.

his face and chest are flushed, forehead dripping with sweat as he feels you come undone, and he’s filling the condom with his load before he’s pulling out and rolling on another condom.

you’re still panting, humming in delight when he easily flips you to your stomach pulling your hips back so you’re on your hands and knees.

“you can go again?” but the question is more of statement as he gropes your ass, spreading it apart and eyeing your puckering hole. “pussy is still clenching,” he coos.

you lean back, humming in pleasure as you feel the cool air touch your soaked folds.

“yes, more,” you reply, words falling off into a moan when he pushes his cock back into your warmth. your eyes flying open because he reaches much deeper than before, and he’s slamming into you unapologetically. “angh! haah—“

“good girl, you feel me inside? huh—fuckin’ you just like ya want?”

he’s pounding into you, bruising grip on your waist, before cracking a hand down on your ass just to hear your cute gasp of pleasure.

you’re grasping the sheets, but surprisingly trying to fuck back into him. sukuna bites down on his jaw, trying not to bust, but a deep groan slips when you clamp around his hefty cock again. “fuckin’ slut, tryna squeeze my cock—haah shit!” he grunts, leaning back as he wraps an arm around your waist and lifting you up.

“wha—angh ryo!—“ your eyes are wide as he holds your back against his chest, and you’re arching away in pleasure. “angh—“ you cry as he gropes your tits, pinching your nipples, twisting them between his greedy fingers.

“no sukuna?” he laughs, grunting against your shoulder as he watches your head fall back, whining when he gives your nipple another mean twist.

your mind is scrambled, completely lost to the pleasure, letting him use your body, making you feel every form of pleasure you could ever dream off. it didn’t matter how pathetic your whines got, or how much you came. because he was just manhandling you into another position, biting your lip hard, tongue invading your mouth again, before he’s got a fresh condom on and pummeling into you again and again.

your soft whines turn into sweet cries, and his eyes are dilating in awe, cheeks flushed as your vision blurs. your wet lips part, crying his name over and over.

“s’ too much—ryo—please gonna cum—“ and he’s just laughing above you, as if his own abs aren’t clenching from the overstimulation. knocking the wind out of you with each vicious thrust.

you’re laying on your side, his arm locked around your torso, hugging you against his chest, your back sticking to him as he holds your leg up, fucking mean thrusts into your squelching pussy. heavy balls slapping your ass with every thrust.

“haah—fuck fuck—“ his grunts are just a bit louder than usual, and it’s definitely because you’re actually keeping up with him. his lips part, groaning as you clench around him again. his fat tip kissing your cervix every thrust, you’re practically seeing stars.

“r-ryo—ah—“ you moan, arm coming around his neck, nails digging into his nape as your lips lock with his. and he’s grunting into your mouth, and you’re swallowing it, panting against each other like sex deprived addicts, because you are.

his lips part against your mouth groaning loud as he feels his balls tighten up again, abs flexing against your back, easily spilling another heavy load into the condom, just as your cumming around him too.

you’re both shaking in pleasure. covered in sweat, and spit, and your cheeks are damp, but you push him back.

his back hits the mattress and you’re grabbing another condom and rolling it on his sensitive cock. he jerks back abs flexing, groaning when you squeeze his base eyeing his flushed skin as you climb on his lap. your hand brushes over the dark hair that covers his base in awe.

“fuckin’ hell, woman,” his head falls back, calloused palms digging into your waist, as you sink down on his chubby cock. your lips part in ecstasy, eyes heavy as you roll your neck back. “think you can ride me?”

you hum, “yeah,” planting your small hands on his large pecs, leaning up, and just that has you shaking above him. shoulders trembling and thighs shaking with overstimulation. fuck, “s’ really big, ryo,” you whine.

his chest shakes a bit at the admission, licking back a wide ass smirk, as you adjust again. even after being fucked multiple times by his fat cock, you’re still crying about the size.

sukuna doesn’t complain, it gives him a second to catch his breath, staring up at you like you saved him from the drowning ocean of lazy ass women that just go two rounds of vanilla ass sex then pass out.

but you.

he grunts when you start moving, tits bouncing every time you fall back down on his cock, and the squelching is obscene and lewd. your lips part in pleasure as you start moaning.

“just like that, mmm fhuck—“ sukuna spreads his legs further apart, tilting his hips up just to feel you clench even more, and his eyes darken at the sight of his cock poking your tummy. “fuck, ridin’ my dick like a fuckin’ slut,” he snickers, choking back another throaty moan, because you aren’t even fully riding his cock, you’re only coming up a bit before clapping back down, whining like a touch starved baby.

“cmon, yeah fuck—you can go faster, babe,” his hand comes down on your ass, grabbing a handful. assisting.

“s’ hard,” you whine, trying to keep up the pace he’s setting, his biceps flex everytime he lifts your ass up, and your mind is going dumb because he looks so hot grunting under you. his chest sticky with sweat, tatted cheekbones flushed, and he won’t stop staring at your pussy.

“you’re on top, do some work,” he snaps his hips up, groaning when you fall forward. “don’t act like a fuckin’ virgin,” he pants.

“mm ryooo,” you whine, “I’m tryin’,” and you try to sit up, your big doe eyes glossy and red with new tears. and you’re practically numb trying to ride his pulsing cock, and it only sets him off again. thrusting up, knocking you forward. “ahh!”

“not tryna hard enough, woman,” his hand cracks down on your ass again as punishment, grabbing a handful of the flesh before thrusting up again and again. you’re crying into his neck, trying to sit up, but he’s ruthless, panting and grunting like an animal, not giving you a chance to take control of the pace. “such a fucking crybaby.”

“i-im n-not,” you cry again, lips parting in pleasure as he plants his feet on the bed, holding your ass up as he fucks up into your pussy. the squelching is beyond lewd, your moans can’t even be replicated in porn, they were so fucking sweet and sexy.

his mind is numb, grunting with pleasure as your pussy drenches his thighs and pelvis in a sticky mess, huffing out another groan when your lips find his in a messy kiss.

you whine against him, drooling into his mouth as he licks it up. cheeks flushed and eyes lidded as he watches your lazy gaze on him.

“spit in my mouth,” he rasps out.

you whine, not even disgusted but so fucked out that it makes you blush, holding his neck, nails scratching his jaw as his mouth opens. and just seeing your lab partner panting underneath you, makes you lose your sanity, letting a fat glob of spit hit his tongue.

he swallows, blissed out when your wet lashes kiss your cheeks.

“ngh fuck, you’re so good,” he grunts, entire body lit, ruthless in his thrusts, letting you sob into his neck, enjoying every bit of it as you moan his name over and over. “so good, tight ass haah pussy taking my dick,” you tremble on top of him, tits pressed against his slick chest, cunt squeezing him to death as you cum with another muffled moan your vision going white, trembling on top of him.

“fuckk— gonna cum,” his head falls back, hand spanking your ass again as his thrusts grow sloppier chasing his high.

you whimper in his ear, sighing his name over and over, “feels good, ryo, haah,” you pant, wet lips brushing the crown of his ear sending chills down his spine, face bright red, grip tight on your ass until he’s thrusting deep inside you. his head lolls back, adam’s apple throbbing as he cums undone.

there’s a beat.

maybe he’s right, you think. your pussy clenches around his pulsing chub thinking how much he’d have filled you up if it wasn’t for the condom.

and a primal part of you wanted his heavy load to paint your walls and coat you in his scent. especially when his sweaty musk is invading your nose and making you even more dizzy as he lazily grinds his hips up, milking most of his white cum into the stupid rubbery protection.

“could’ve filled this pussy,” he mutters under his breath, kneading your ass, and you can’t even respond because you’re thinking exactly that.

you pant softly against his chest, mind slowly regaining some sense as his legs slide back down on the bed, heaving underneath you.

you’re both enjoying the calm, neither of you jumping for a nth round, so he carefully lifts you up by your ass, letting his cock slip out, pulling the condom off and tying it. all while your face is still buried in his neck, hugging him close.

he tosses the condom on the floor, hand falling on your back rubbing lazy strokes up and down your back. he would never admit it out loud, but if you’re still jumping to go another round, he’ll have to make due with his fingers and tongue, until his cock jumps alive again, because right now, he might faint if he feels your tight cunt squeeze him again.

“how do you feel?” you finally mutter. voice a little hoarse from your moans, and crying.

“good.”

your lips part, but instead you carefully slide off him, sighing once your back hit the soft mattress, chest rising and falling in even, steady breaths.

sukuna glances over at you, eyeing you for the thousandth time that night. especially now, because he was ruthless. the dark bruises on your waist was a sign of that, along with the bite marks all over your tits and neck, and he didn’t even want to imagine what your ass looks like.

obviously it didn’t help that you were moaning that stupid nickname his brothers call him, followed by harder harder. how the fuck was he not supposed to go harder then?

your arm covers your face, still managing to catch your breath, and he’s sitting up on his arms, watching you closely, eyes narrowed.

“don’t tell me that wasn’t good?” he manages to speak. and now all he’s expecting is for you to stumble up and out of his room because he was too rough—

“no,” you sigh, dropping your arm on your stomach, eyes a little damp from your crying earlier. “it was really good,” you blush internally, the way his sculpted face is looking down at you, his dark eyes boring into yours, tongue peaking out to wet his lips a bit.

you would fucking jump his bones this second, but you knew you were way past your limit. “never had sex like that…. worth the wait,” you admit.

he snorts, “was i too rough?” he checks the marks on you again, almost feeling bad about what he did to his poor lab partner, even if it made his cock stir a bit to know he’s the first to mark you up in a long time.

“you were rough,” you nod, caressing a hand gently on your stomach, almost missing how it bulged when he was inside you. “but i liked it. pretty sure i kept asking for more,” you laugh, embarrassed.

he licks his teeth nodding, “yeah, it definitely shows you haven’t been fucked in awhile.”

“hey!” you slap his arm, and he laughs. “don’t make fun of me.”

“kinda hard not too when you kept crying for more,” he laughs even more, and you’re flushing, lips parting in bewilderment. scrambling for a reply.

“I wasn’t crying!” you shriek.

he snorts, rough palm coming to your cheek, swiping under your eye collecting your tears. “what’s this then,” he shoves his thumb in your face, and you scoff loud, rolling you eyes.

“those are just eye tears, like when your eyes water when you yawn,” you shake your head.

“Pfff—“ sukuna barks out another hefty ass laugh, his entire chest shaking at your stupid ass excuse.

“ha ha ha,” you sarcastically join him, rolling your eyes again, ignoring the way your cheeks sting, because why did he look even more attractive when he’s laughing like this, especially when his eyes would close, hand actually on his belly as he laughs. “whatever,” you mutter.

“yeah yeah,” he slowly calms down, sighing from the laugh, as his hand lays on your waist.

“pretty sure the bruising will be gone in a few days,” he examines, large palm skimming over it.

“bruises??”

your body immediately sits up in alert. you glance at where he’s touching your waist, and you can already see the hand prints start to darken. “what the hell??” you shriek.

the man just shrugs, “what’d you expect?”

you’re speechless. “well….” his hand continues to hold you, before pushing you to your side, “what’re you—“

but his hands are already on the globes of your ass, humming at his previous words. “yeah a week for ‘em all to heal,” he squeezes the flesh, making you jump.

“hey,” you huff, burying your cheek against the pillow frowning up at him.

his brow quirks, “what? you mad at me?”

“no,” you mutter.

he scoffs, hand sliding back to your waist, not even fully realizing how attached he is to your body — he can’t seem to let go, even when you’re letting go of your pity attitude, to actually lick your lips and speak.

“so…was it a good test round?” you’re the one to ask. heart hammering because if you can have him as your fuck buddy for the rest of the year, then you’re set! no more grumpy attitude, no more sweet treats when you’re feeling stressed, no more pent up sexual frustration.

“i thought so,” he hums, “you?”

you nod immediately, unashamed how eager you are to lock this agreement.

“so?” you bite your cheek, almost like you’re trying to read his mind before asking, “so we have an agreement?”

he snorts, itching his chin as he nods. “yup, I’m game,” he smirks.

your hum is high pitched, nodding like this was the best gift anyone can ever give you, and if you were being completely honest, it is. at the time.

sukuna finally gets up, arms stretching overhead, rolling his shoulders back as he drudges over to the bathroom. “just so you know,” he starts, “I’m just being nice because we have an agreement,” he comes back with a warm towel. “I’m not fucking cleanin’ every girl i fuck,” his clarification has you nodding sitting back on your arms as he spreads your legs, cleaning you up. and you’re blushing, loving this agreement already.

“you should though, it’s nice,” you say.

he scoffs, shaking his head, thumb brushing over your cute heart. “fuck no.”

you sigh, like a disappointed mother, but laugh lightly when he rolls his eyes at you.

“what time is it?” you glance around for a clock.

“almost four,” he answers, handing you your phone as he tosses the towel aside, picking up the used condoms strewn across the bed and floor.

you’re sitting up fully now, hugging one of his pillows as you scroll through your messages. shoko and utahime texted you a few hours ago asking where you were, and a few minutes later saying they were gonna leave and that gojo saw you leave.

you check a few other messages, before going back and replying to them. a short apology for not responding and that you were fine. along with a dumb reaction pic of someone bitting their lip, implying well…you finally got laid.

“you good?” sukuna comes back out, now wearing loose pajama pants, holding a tee shirt in one hand.

you hum, glancing up, briefly before checking the time again.

“yeah, i should probably head home now, needa catch the next train.”

“just stay the night,” sukuna casually shrugs, tossing you his shirt. “there’s no classes tomorrow, just leave in the morning.”

“for real?” your cheeks sting smiling at his kindness.

“yeah, you probably can’t even fuckin’ walk properly, I’m not gonna let y’ take the damn subway at night,” he rolls his eyes at the stupidity. “and don’t be saying shit to other people because i kick every girl out.”

you stifle a snort, humming.

“so kind!” you cheer, throwing his shirt on and quickly getting under the covers. sukuna scoffs, itching his chest as he checks his phone yawning before climbing in beside you.

“don’t fuckin’ kick me, brat,” he warns, and you just hum again, rolling to your side, back facing each other, and knocking out immediately.

surprisingly enough, when the sun rises that morning and a loud knocking resounds in the room. you don’t feel embarrassed, or anxious. instead you just yawn into the comfy sheets, not wanting to fully wake up.

but the loud banging outside sukuna’s door was making you both stir in annoyance.

“hi bitch, you gonna get up for practice? coach said one more practice before the break!” gojo’s yelling doesn’t stop, shaking the locked doorknob. “hellooooo!!!”

“I heard you, okay, fuck off!” sukuna yells, rolling onto his stomach and burying his face in the pillow, and gojo mutters something pity before disappearing.

“you were fuckin’ kicking all night,” he grumbles, and you turn over, eyes heavy as you rub the sleep away.

“nuh uh.”

“yuh huh,” he turns his head to face you. eyes narrow. “fucking shoved me off the bed.”

“I’m a peaceful sleeper,” you tsk.

“peaceful my ass,” he scoffs, sitting up with another full body yawn.

and it felt like second nature. the both of you seem to be on the same page, just like how you are in lab. he lets you take his shirt, along with a clean pair of old sweats he never wears, pulling the drawstrings tight so it doesn’t slip. and you wash your face and use his mouthwash, before tying your disheveled hair.

“you wanna fuck later today?” sukuna asks casually, throwing shit into his duffle.

you can’t help the way your face lights up, “yeah!”

the man snorts, “fucking weirdo,” he laughs, opening the door for you. and you’re thankful you don’t have a crazy limp. it’s there, but subtle enough not to address as you follow sukuna downstairs.

it’s a bit too casual for the both of you that neither of you bat an eye when gojo and geto gawk at your appearance behind the pink haired brute. you have that post-sex glow, eyes bright, lips pulled into a soft smile.

“hello??” gojo’s eyes are so wide, his piercing blue orbs almost take over the room. “you were the one he was fucking last night?!”

your face stings, almost forgetting the party was existing simultaneously as you were getting railed.

“shoko did mention how her and hime were tryna set you up,” geto notes, realizing why now. “you needed to get laid?”

“look at her face? what the fuck?? your attitude was so crappy last night, but after you get dicked it’s all smiles?!” gojo shrieks.

“my attitude wasn’t crappy last night,” you huff, “I had a good time. It was a fun party.”

“yeah sure,” gojo scoffs, crossing his arms. “started a dumbass dance battle for you.”

“thanks satoru,” you smile. and he just rolls his eyes, pity as always.

you fix your purse on your shoulder, your clothes from last night in a target bag.

“what you have nothing to say,” gojo tsks at the tattooed man, he just shrugs casually.

“not really,” he yawns, until your hand suddenly grabs his shirt when he reaches the bottom step, pulling him back as you whisper something in his ear.

geto and gojo both raise a brow.

even more curious when sukuna barks out a laugh, pulling away. “yeah yeah okay,” he brushes you off and you hum, cheeks tinged a bit from what you’d said.

“what?” gojo blurts.

“none of your business,” you huff, waving a hand over your shoulder bidding the boys farewell as you disappear out the door.

gojo is already on his feet grabbing his duffle. “what’d she say, man?”

sukuna just snorts, shaking his head. “stupid ass shit.”

“i wanna know though,” gojo whines, “did she say not to talk about it? does she have weird kinks? are you gonna sleep with each other again?”

“yeah later today,” sukuna yawns, heading into the kitchen to grab a celsius. leaving gojo and geto even more lost.

the entire walk to practice gojo was trying to guess what you’d whispered to sukuna. even geto curiously guessed a few times, but sukuna just put his headphones on flipping them off.

please don’t tell them i haven’t had sex in year, i for real won’t hear the end of it.

sukuna laughs again at what you’d whispered. you guys didn’t talk about whether you’re gonna tell anyone or how long this thing is gonna go for. is it problem if he tells gojo and geto you guys have a friends-with-benefits thing going on? the last thing sukuna would want is any confusion.

so when he’s texting you to come over later that day, and easily tugs you up to his room, unbothered by the looks gojo and geto shoot his way.

he’s already undressing you and fucking you with a condom (sigh), when he voices some more conditions.

“y’r okay if i tell the guys we just fuck, right?” he pants over you, humming in pleasure when you gasp, his cock hitting your sweet spot.

“y-yeah, angh! i told shoko an’ hime already,” you whine.

“shit, for real?” he grunts, glancing down at his fat cock stretching you open with each mean thrust.

“yeah! angh yesyes—“ you’re already cumming, and sukuna can’t help his chest from swelling.

it’s not new being praised in bed, but it’s slightly more validating coming from someone who got fucked so rough last night, and still showed up in his bed the next day. any sane person would want a few days before riding that same mean horse.

but you’re here. under him again. letting him go just as hard as he pleases. eyes filling up with tears again, and his cock is swelling even more.

“angh!” you gasp. the sound he still hasn’t gotten used too, the softness going straight to his pulsing cock. “r-ryo haah s’ getting big—“

your moan breaks off, lips melding with his as you gasp, feeling him press a hand behind your back, arching you into his chest, as he hits deeper, kissing your cervix.

after another round, you’re panting against his shoulder, both of you catching your breath as your phone buzzes.

“yeah?” you croak out, listening to utahime ramble on, before ending with you should come over. and you hum, telling her you’ll be there in thirty.

“leaving?” sukuna watches you sit up, smirk pulling on his lips when you pause for a second to gain some feeling in your shaky legs.

“yeah, gonna sleep over at hime’s place,” you wobble to the bathroom, cleaning yourself off, before waddling back to the bedroom, sukuna is still lazing on his bed, arm behind his head as scrolls through his phone.

“should we set an end date for this?” you ask, your voice slightly softer as you pick your panties up off the floor. eyes hesitant to look at him, not wanting to pressure him—

“your call, I’m good till whenever,” sukuna shrugs, itching his sweaty chest. and it takes him aback seeing your dazzling eyes all bright and happy. “you needa stop doin’ that,” he snorts.

“smiling?”

“no, acting like i fucking bought you a puppy.”

“but this is better than a puppy!” you clasp your hands together in gratitude. sliding your panties on.

he scoffs, loud, rolling his eyes. “when’re you gonna take the birth control.”

you roll your eyes, “soon, no rushing me. it’s my body.”

“yeah,” he’s sitting on the edge of his bed, waving you off. “pretty sure you were whining in my ear earlier when i said i could stuff my cum in ya if it wasn’t for the shitty condoms.”

you tch, cheeks stinging, “I’ll let you know when we can toss the condoms.” your hand presses against one cheek, getting even more bashful when you how hot it is.

sukuna bites down, jaw clenching and hand flexing because you look so fucking cute pouting at him like that. heat spreads across his chest feeling it twist inside him when your eyes find his again. his throat goes dry when your glossy bitten lips part.

“I’ve never not used condoms before….but uh… i do wanna know what it feels like…for you to cum in me.”

shit.

it’s the wording. the expression. the cute ass pout. and it’s the way your eyes are avoiding his. all of it just made what you said a thousand times more lewd and intimate, and he couldn’t help the way his face goes red. a hot jolt going straight to his cock.

“yeah, whatever,” he shoos you, rubbing the itch in his chest as he stands up. “go before ya miss your bus.”

you hum, blushing just a bit when you see him try to cover his cock. you grab your bag. “cya!”

it’a funny. honestly. your dynamic just goes hand and hand. like two peas in a pod. without even trying.

the week of spring break, you can say, was one of the best weeks in a long time. it’s like you’d never had sex before sukuna.

he’s rough and mean, but you didn’t mind it. you actually like it more and more. and what makes it even better is that it’s so fucking easy. you guys don’t even fuck everyday, the second half of the week he said he was going back home, and your sister was visiting in that time.

neither you or sukuna can blame yourselves when you’re itching to see the other again. its definitely an addiction.

but it is just sex.

and yet, the week back from break, sukuna notices you sitting in the campus courtyard with an unfamiliar man. his jaw clenches momentarily, hand freezing around his lighter as his eyes narrow.

you lean over to brush some leaf off the guy’s hair still speaking—

“hey,” his low voice startles you, turning around to see his cold expression, hand deep in his pockets, while the other holding his unlit cigarette, eyeing the man across from you.

“hey!” you seem to immediately light up, not that he notices a difference in your attitude. you always act like that.

you don’t notice the intimidating expression he’s giving your companion. “this is zain, my cousin. zain, this is ryomen, he’s my lab partner in bio chem,” you easily introduce the two, unphased when sukuna’s shoulders seem to relax and he greets the man with a head nod. uninterested.

neither of you think twice about that interaction again. even if your cousin does.

but maybe things start to get confusing a few weeks later. when the frat decides to throw a party for the start of the warm weather.

you’re arriving a little late, having to submit your paper before coming. utahime and shoko are already inside when step up the sidewalk, body freezing when you hear shouting.

you turn at the familiar voice.

glancing over your shoulder, your eyes narrow when you spot sukuna across the street. “what the..” you step forward, trying to get a look at who he’s shouting at. probably one of the poor pledges. but instead you see a woman. dark short hair, and sunken eyes—

“how many fucking times do i have to say it!” you hear him shout.

your hand grasps your bag a little tighter. you’d never seen him that angry. his back is heaving, arms flailing as the woman spoke. you can’t make out what she’s saying, only hearing sukuna’s loud response. “fuck off before I fucking call the cops for trespassing,” he snaps.

eyes crazed with anger he turns back to the house, noticing you in seconds. your lips part in shock, registering a bit too late that you’d been so obviously eavesdropping, and it doesn’t help either that sukuna is heading straight towards you.

“hey-“

“how long were you listening?” he barks, eyes dark, gripping your bicep to pull you away from the sidewalk, and on the frat’s property.

“not long,” you shake your head. he scrutinizes your reply. “for real, i just got here and noticed you…shouting.”

“shouting what?” he snaps back.

your face is hot, heart hammering with anxiety. “uh something about how many times, then fuck you,” you repeat his words, “I didn’t hear what the other person said, it was too quiet…for real.”

your eyes glance up at his, arm flexing in his grasp before he ultimately loosens his grip. his jaw locks, glancing over his shoulder like he’s being watched. but turns back, rubbing his nose.

“are you okay?” you’re cautious, voice low. “who was that?”

“no one.”

chills run down your spine. his expression stern, cold, jaw locked, and brows knit. but you nod, hand wrapping around his wrist gentle, but hesitate. “let’s go inside then.”

he doesn’t reply, but he lets you lead him back into the frat. drunken college students dancing, and music blasting. he notices the way you try to sneak a peak at the woman when you’re at the door, but you couldn’t find her.

“keep walking,” he grunts.

your eyes flick over to him, a flash of confused concern washing over you, but you turn around, keeping a grip on his wrist. his hand eventually leaves yours, and goes to your waist, his lips coming over your shoulder, and breath fanning against your ear.

“upstairs,” his voice is gruff, the underlying anger still evident as he squeezes your waist, before adding, “if you’re down right now?”

your throat goes dry, heart hammering. “yeah, let’s go.”

but your mind wanders off to that woman again. you aren’t doing it on purpose, but it’s hard not to think about the way sukuna was shouting. his hands balled into fists, and he was practically heaving by the time he turned around.

if you didn’t know him, you would’ve ran away.

he looked terrifying.

“fuck—“ his abs clench, drilling a hole in your cervix with every sharp thrust from behind. your back arches, nails digging into the sheets, until you’re both climaxing.

his low groan fills your ear, lips parting as you catch your breath.

it helps that you’re exhausted so you didn’t question the way he’s practically hugging you, pressing his face to your nape.

“was I too rough?” he mutters, exhausted.

you shake your head, exhaling softly. “jus’ a little,” you admit.

sukuna carefully pulls out, tossing the used condom on the floor, before falling beside you. his tatted arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against his chest, spooning you so close you can’t help but sink into the sheets.

“ryo?”

he grunts, warm breath fanning against your bare shoulder.

“are you okay?”

your heart beats quickly, eyes half lidded as you look at the window beside the bed, nail picking at the sheets. sukuna shifts behind you, pressing his leg between yours, hand splayed on your belly holding you closer to his chest, if that’s even possible.

“s’ nothin’. so drop it,” his tone is cold, warning you not to cross. and you hate how it makes your chest tighten up. your lips part again, but only a quiet hums comes out. small hand closing over his, thumb brushing his cracked knuckles trying desperately to fall asleep.

but the uneasiness doesn’t go away, especially when sukuna ignores the way his phone is going off like crazy.

[11:28pm] coach shithead: answer the fucking phone asshole!!

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[a/n] — so their will be a second chapter, and maybe third, and maybe more, and some plot and some angst and some more smuuuut — i am just a mere girl w a new hyper fixation on frat!kuna and i humbly submit to it now, the plot won’t be too overwhelming, obv the focus will be on the tension b/w sukuna + reader :p

From: [email protected] Subject: email? really?

Dear Gojo Satoru,  Clearly you can’t take a hint. Let me spell it out for you. I. Am. Busy. Leave. Me. Alone. Unhappily,  Your girlfriend P.S. Do not call yourself ‘big-dicked daddy.’ It upsets me greatly.

From: [email protected] Subject: keep being mean to me please im close

Dear adorable goth baby,  You’re so hot when you’re being mean. I already know you’re frowning in that cute way that makes me want to smother you in kisses and you’re rolling your eyes so hard NGH! I already said I’m sorry.  Please give me another chance. I’m so damn bored I started playing spin the bottle alone in my room. I made out with that picture of you sleeping with drool down your chin. Picture You was even getting handsy. ‘Down girl!’ I said. ‘Bad!’ Stay tight,  Toru (not Gojo Satoru, that’s like a slur coming from you, very triggering stuff) P.S. I am your big-dicked daddy tho I’m confused?

From: [email protected] Subject: shut up

Satoru,  I gave you multiple chances when I asked you to stop and give me at least 5 hours to study before we go out for dinner and I entertain you, you giant freaking child. But no, you just had to hound me with your dick, like I was supposed to be dickmatised and persuaded to drop everything at your beck and call.  Fuck, I’m getting mad all over again.  Stop emailing me. You’re gonna see me at 7pm for our date anyways. You can last 4 more hours. Yours not for long,  Girl who just wants to pass

From: [email protected] Subject: my bad bro

Sweetiepie :( I’m sorry.  I thought it was gonna motivate you to work hard. Pwease forgive me. Pwease? Towu is vewy vewy sowwy.  In fact, I’m so so so sorry, I’ll pay for dinner tonight. Scout’s honour. Asking for mercy and forgiveness,  Your boyfriend no matter what

From: [email protected] Subject: dinner? that the best you can offer?

You always pay for dinner. Last time I offered, you damn near wrestled me in the middle of the restaurant so you could get your card out first. We’re still banned from there, remember? Btw, you were never a Scout, don’t play with me.

From: [email protected] Subject: you gotta address me and sign off!

Dear love of my life who doesn’t understand how email etiquette works,  Of course I always pay for dinner — you’re broke and your family is destitute, I remind you lovingly. But even if you were as rich as me, or even richer (which isn’t possible, not to flex), I would still pay every single time. It’s the least I can do for reparations for the violence committed by my gender against yours. Plus, that restaurant sucked anyway — the owner is problematic towards immigrants and the servers don’t even know if the meat is locally and ethically sourced, like hello??? In the big 2025?!? How’s studying going? Do you need a snack or a smoothie to boost you?  I can drop by. Promise I won’t linger. I just didn’t see a purchase on my card for breakfast or lunch. Please don’t starve. If I can’t watch your ass jiggle when I hit it from the back, I’m gonna be devastated.  Yours most sincerely,  Satoru P.S. You have to be a Scout to say Scout’s Honour? Crazyyyyyy

From: [email protected] Subject: so fucking bossy omg

Dear Satoru (happy now?), Please don’t remind me of my family’s shortcomings. You know I like to pretend I came from a normal background. And stop being more woke than me. It’s hot. Studying’s fine, I guess. I think I forgot how to study. I’ve missed a lot of content too. If a certain someone hadn’t been clinging to me so tightly every morning, maybe I wouldn’t be so behind. God, you make my life so hard.  A smoothie and pastry would be lovely, actually. I can’t be bothered leaving my room to get some food. Just drop it off outside and disappear by the time I open the door — if I see even a glimmer of white hair, I’m going to freak.  Thanks. Love begrudgingly, A girl who’s gonna fail her exam

From: [email protected] Subject: you're not gonna fail

Dear cutie,  I don’t cling to you that hard. You’re dramatic. I wonder where you got that from. And last I checked, we have a safeword you can use anytime to get me away from between your legs if you really wanted to get to class. But I like our game where you pretend you’re not just as obsessed with me as I am with you (I know you get all hot and bothered when I reference Marx, dirty girl) Food’s outside babe. The line was stupid long and I ran into Fushiguro — remember the guy I told you has the highest body count on campus? He’s in a relationship now and he’s so pussywhipped lmaoooo Couldn’t be me. Hoping you’ll stuff your face and get all the brain power you need,  Satoru

From: [email protected] Subject: not impressed

I told you to disappear before I could see you.  You didn’t have to kiss me and hump my leg you animal. My neighbours were NOT happy with the pornographic noises you made, asshole.  Yeah, I remember Toji. Cool dude. Always wearing gym wear no matter the weather and for some reason hates you. Don’t make fun of him for being loyal and loving to his girlfriend. You’re probably so much worse. I envy his girlfriend. She probably doesn’t have to put up with a yapper who spams her with dick pics. Thank you for the food though. Very appreciated. What I didn’t appreciate, however, was the number and the smiley face on my drink. I already told you, if someone tries to hit on you, bark at them and tell them you have a girlfriend you worship endlessly. 

From: [email protected] Subject: EMAIL. ETIQUETTE. COME ON.

Look: Dear angry girlfriend I do in fact worship endlessly and beyond,  I’m sorry I didn’t follow your exact orders but I desperately needed a kiss from my girl. If I don’t get my daily dose, I wilt, like a rose. You know this.  And disrespectfully, f your neighbours. It wasn’t anything they hadn't heard from us before. Sensitive ears ahhh About Fushiguro — he does not hate me. Why does everyone say that?  We’re actually besties. We’re like dumb and dumber, but dumber is him obvi. Plus, once he gets some shots in him, he’s super in love with me. I get more over the clothes action from him than from you lol You never need to thank me for feeding you. I fear that’s like bare minimum. Get those standards up girl. Oh and sorry about the drink. I didn’t even notice. Leave it outside your door and I’ll get you a new one. I’ll even make a scene and call the manager over. Maybe I’ll buy the store and get everyone fired. Just give me the word babe. Yours forever,  Satoru 

From: [email protected] Subject: YOU ARE EXHAUSTING

Dear my sweetest, most frustrating boyfriend, Fine, I’ll forgive the kiss (I might have needed it too). And yeah, f my neighbours because the guy on my left loves playing Doctor Who Season 8 on repeat and on full volume every night like clockwork. It’s not even the best season! Forget about the drink. Just don’t ever go back there again. Number and smiley face aside, the drink is abysmal and tastes like bog water. Pastry is great though. 10/10 You’d really make a scene for me? Yours occasionally,  No longer starving girlfriend

From: [email protected] Subject: awww I knew you loved me really

Dear the Morticia to my Gomez,  I’d make a scene for you at the drop of a hat. I’d serenade you in malls, on campus, in a Michelin star restaurant, and in a lecture. Heck, I’d yell ‘BOMB’ in an airport if you asked me to – just maybe not an airport we frequent. There’s quite literally nothing I wouldn’t do for you. If you didn’t know that already, then I’m not as great of a boyfriend as I thought I was. I will remedy that immediately, my goddess eternal. Obsessedly yours,  Your husband in every way but legally (we can fix that)

From: [email protected] Subject: ugh

Dear Toru,  Stop being sweet. It’s disgusting. Come inside already. I’m done pretending I’m getting anything from the textbooks. I’m only giving myself a headache.

From: [email protected] Subject: woahhhh

You can tell I’m outside???

From: [email protected] Subject: you're loud as hell

I can hear you giggling at my emails, Satoru. You’re probably sitting on the floor, leaning against my door. 

From: [email protected] Subject: just got shivers

Damnnnn are you sure you’re not a witch?

From: [email protected] Subject: well?

Are you coming in or what?

From: [email protected] Subject: yippeeeee

Okay okay, yes I am. LOVE YOU BABY <3

You must not have realised he's just returned from a deployment tonight, because he hears you stumble through the living room, giggling. He hears a male voice, and he hears the way your giggles turn into moans when the mystery man kisses you.

Now he's listening to the bed creaking and your muffled whimpers.

The bloke barely lasts 10 minutes.

Simon can't sleep for the rest of the night. His back is acting up, and a migraine is definitely on its way, and his tinnitus seems worse than usual.

He listens to your quiet voices in the morning, listens to the front door open and close again.

Your feet padding across the floor.

Three knocks.

"Si?"

You peek your head in, and he looks at you.

"Hi," you say, a smile growing on your lips. "I didn't realise you were home."

"I figured," he replies, and you instantly become flustered, your eyes widening.

"Oh my god," you say, your mind catching up. He can tell the way embarrassment washes over you as you groan, putting your hand over your eyes. "Please tell me you didn't hear anything."

When he doesn't reply, you sigh loudly before stepping into his room and plopping onto his bed. Years of living together has made you overly familiar with him. He doesn't have the heart to correct it.

He doesn't want to.

"Please pretend it didn't happen," you ask, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Simon looks back at you. There's a hickey on your neck, one that makes his molars hurt. He doesn't like that someone got to have you like that, in the way he so desperately wants. Got to sink their teeth in what's rightfully his.

"You're a grown woman," he states. "You can do whatever you want."

"Yeah, but I didn't mean for you to hear it!"

You push off the bed, but Simon is quick to grab your arm, pulling you back down. You land nearly on top of him with an "oomf", blinking at him, eyes filled with confusion.

"Was it good?"

"What?"

Your mind seems to struggle to catch up with what's happening, and you open your mouth before closing it again. Simon motions to the hickey on your neck. He wraps his hands around your throat, his thumb digging into the purple mark. Your mouth falls open.

"Was he at least a good shag?"

You flush, but you don't pull away this time.

"Did you even come?" he asks, and the way you pout tells him everything he needs to know.

"No," you say hesitantly.

"Why not?"

"I don't know," you say, hiding your face in his duvet. He lets go of your throat, patting your head instead. "His dick was big, but he didn't really know what to do with it."

Your voice is slightly muffled from the duvet, and your grip is tight around the fabric. You're clearly embarrassed. If anyone should be embarrassed, it's the bloke who failed to make you finish.

Simon feels lightheaded with the way his blood rushes south. He feels himself chub, and he imagines how you'd work to take his cock, how you'd struggle to adjust. How he'd target your sweet spot till you're crying.

"I bet," he says, grabbing you again so he can pull you on top of him. He knows you're feeling his erection, but he can't bring himself to care. "Most guys barely know what to do with pretty things like you."

"What, as if you know better?"

You're teasing him, but to Simon it's all the invitation he needs. He slips his hand underneath the waistband of your shorts, grinning when he finds you wet already. He doesn't waste time, gathering your slick before bullying two fingers into your soft pussy.

He groans at the way your walls give for him, adjusting with ease. Your pretty doe eyes go wide when he curls his fingers and finds your gspot, reaching deeper than you could ever hope to with your own fingers.

"Si," you whimper, clinging to him. He hums as he thrusts his fingers into you, revelling in the sound of your wet cunt filling the room.

You come embarrassingly quick, warmth curling in your stomach as you finish with a drawn-out moan. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you grind your hips erratically into his hands, drawing out your high. Pleasure curls through you from your core all the way to your toes.

"Good girl," Simon drawls, watching the way you twitch. He pulls his fingers out of your warm pussy, licking his fingers clean before patting your arse.

You blink sleepily at him. Post orgasm glow makes your brain foggy, especially with the way your roommate is looking at you, licking his lips hungrily.

"That was a way better shag than him," you say, giggling, but your eyes are droopy. You don't hear his response as you rest your head on his chest, drifting away.

You start to avoid him.

Something Simon finds incredibly annoying.

You're fussing. Definitely ruminating. Possibly spiralling.

He should've kept his cool, and not immediately finger fucked you into oblivion the second he got home. But the fact that you were with another man, just behind that thin wall between your rooms, made him lose his cool.

And now he's paying for it.

It's fair for you to hook up with others. He's barely home. He's not your boyfriend, he's your roommate. He's a soldier.

He's starting to realise he can't keep a clear head when he's with you. He doesn't want to wait. The long game isn't worth much when it comes to pretty girls like you. He'd rather just get it over with and make you realise you're stuck with him. That you're done with quick disappointing fucks once he gets to sink his teeth into you.

He goes to the pub with Soap and Gaz. It's rare for all three of them to be home at the same time, and Soap and Gaz are taking advantage, downing pints and talking away. Simon mostly listens, until his mind wanders to you.

His pretty bird, all alone at home.

He gets up without saying anything, adjusting his crotch that's already chubbing. Soap hollers after him, but he dismisses him with a wave.

He doesn't quite want to share you. Not even with Soap.

Wearing his T-shirt to bed is a particularly cruel move on your end. Simon has to bite back a groan as he climbs over your sleeping body, straddling you from behind. He grinds his dick against your panty-clad arse while he leans over you.

You're sleeping, blissfully unaware. It makes him harder, as he takes out his dick, rubbing it between your arse cheeks. You quietly moan, subconsciously pushing back against him.

He slips his cock into your panties, using your thighs to stroke him. His cockhead pokes at your clit, and he feels you start to grow wetter with each push and pull of his hips.

You let out a tiny moan in your sleep, and Simon grunts as he leans over you, trapping you underneath his weight. He licks and bites at your throat, right where the hickey is starting to fade. He wants to erase it, make you forget there's ever been anyone other than him.

You wake with a jolt when he bites down particularly hard, and he feels you tense up beneath him as your mind catches up to what's happening. You scramble, but he's pressed up so close behind you that you're immobile.

"Jus' me, love," he murmurs, and you whine, attempting to look over your shoulder. He feels you relax, but then he starts to fuck your thighs again, and you tense again, gasping at the feeling of his cock nudging your clit.

"Si?" you ask, confusion and fogginess from your sleep making you struggle to realise what's happening.

"You were wearin' my shirt, doe," he says, kissing behind your ear. He slips one of his big hands underneath your shirt, cupping your tit and squeezing till you moan. "Couldn't help myself."

"Why didn't you, ah, wake me?" you whine, arching up into him so desperately it makes him dizzy.

In a quick motion, he flips you so he can see your face. Your pretty face is puffy, your lips all pouty as you sleepily blink up at him. He slips his cock into your knickers again, watching the light fabric darken with his precum.

"Didn't wanna interrupt your beauty sleep."

That makes you scoff, and he slaps your tit in response, making you gasp in surprise. Before you can tell him off, his cock catches your entrance, head popping inside your tight cunt, and you let out a strangled moan as you squeeze down on him.

"It's too big, Si," you whine, starting to back up, but he grabs your hip tightly, pulling you back onto his cock. He presses another inch inside you, brows furrowing at just how damn snug you are. He presses soothing circles into your clit with his thumb.

"You can take it," he says, nodding at you while you shake your head. "You're a big girl."

A pitiful whimper leaves you when he presses in yet another inch, and his eyes roll back at how warm you are inside.

You're rendered speechless as he slowly pulls in and out, making you take inch after inch. It stings, but pain mixes deliciously with pleasure as he thumbs your clit and licks and kisses your throat.

"How much more?" you ask, staring at your ceiling with knitted brows. The man on top of you rumbles as he kisses your lips, licking into your mouth.

"Halfway," he replies, and your eyes widen, because he's already splitting you in two. You look down to where you're connected, and a rush of arousal hits youwhen you see how his fat cock is practically bullying your poor pussy.

Simon must feel you clench, because he laughs.

"You're doing good, baby," he says, and your concerned eyes find his, looking for reassurance.

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh," he replies. Taking pity on you, he starts to fuck you like that, with only half of his cock. "My pretty baby,"

It's almost an art form. That he can fuck with half his inches and still have you writhing underneath him, whimpering each time his cock hits your sweet spot. Your cunt drools around his length, allowing him to slowly push further and further in, till you're taking him to the hilt without even realising. Too busy with your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your orgasm creeps in on you, sweeping you underneath the waves of pleasure as you choke on air. Your cunt nearly squeezes the life out of him, and he leans over you, reminding you to breathe through it as you choke on a sob. You cling to him, digging your nails into his biceps, as he slowly fucks you through it till you're boneless beneath him.

Your eyes slip closed as sleep overtakes you again. It makes him groan, getting impossibly harder as he thrusts into you the last few times before spilling into your welcoming cunt.

He flips you around so you're on top of him, your poor pussy still stuffed with his cock and cum. Content, he gets the best sleep he has in years, despite the flare-up in his hip.

He doesn't know how long he's out for, but he wakes to the sweet sound of your moans. You're straddling him, bouncing on his cock with all your might. It must be hard on you, sweet thing. You're doing so well, though, despite your pinched brows. He traces his hand over your stomach, trying to feel himself in there.

You jolt when you realise he's awake, and a giggle escapes you.

"Good mornin', love," he rasps, and you lean down to kiss him. He grabs your hips, helping you ride him.

"Hi, Si," you say, pressing your lips to his. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah," he murmurs, licking into your mouth. "Don't mind being woken like this, though," he adds.

Your cunt clenches around his length, and he grunts.

"You're gonna make me come like that," he says, and you moan into his mouth.

"Want it," you gasp, raking your nails over his scalp. "Inside,"

You don't have to tell him twice. He rubs your clit in messy circles, pulling you over the edge with him as he spills into you for the second time, pumping you full. You whine, swallowing his moans with your sweet kisses, as both of you grow sensitive.

When you pull off him, it's with a wet pop, cum spilling out of you. Simon watches the sight, satisfied with his claim.

What a perfect roommate he has.

hi i started writing this last night but i fell asleep halfway through (ironic) so here you have it. i only edited it like two times so if you find any mistakes ignore itttt …. 🫪

It’s when you’re on the phone with your friends John may or may not block after he hears them trying to get you back into the dating feild.

Why would you need to date anyone else but Price? Who else would marry you when you’re already dependent on him, John may or may not have lead to a few men getting in an accident before your planned dates. No deaths, nothing serious (thankfully).

But it has you worried, completely oblivious to the fact that John’s physically blocking any potential prospects from coming your way, maybe you’re not pretty enough anymore. Maybe they don’t actually find you interesting.

Pure Blasphemy leaving your mouth. Sexiest thing on the planet, and he reminds you. Fucks you right against the mirror so you can see him splitting you open, how beautiful you look all disheveled. John holds your legs wide and your back to him. Can see the exact way heis cock is filling you to the brim, Sledgehammering into your slippery walls that’s gushing either way your mixed fluids, his pre weeping into your needy cunt, threatening to get you pregnant.

“Would look even prettier with a rock on y’ finger birdie, mm- have you all stuffed full ‘f me with a rock on your hand. ‘S what you need.”

And your pussy’s trembling, gasping for air into your lungs because you can imagine the sensation. John used to cum in you all the time when he found out you were on the pill, how warm it felt inside you, makes your mind swirl and put the balls of your feet right in the dovey of his back as he could be deeper, till it was dripping out of you’re hole and your body was limp, and he’d dip his tongue in to plug it up. Smear his tongue all against your sensitive clit and suck your cum up. But you got pregnant, came to your senses that even with the pill, you could end up in the same situation—

“You can’t-“ you’re keening, head rolling back on his hairy shoulder, grabbing at his calloused hands to put you down but he only fucks more of himself inside you, faster— harder— “Oh fuck John- nngh!” He’s doing it on purpose, widened mushroom tip knocking right against your cervix.

You can feel him smirking the way his beard prickles against your skin, sucking a love bite onto you, the bastard, “I can’t what honey?”

“You can’t cum inside- you can’t!” You’re shaking your head but your cunt is gripping him tighter with every rough thrust. His breeder balls are slapping against your cunt with every sloppy roll of his hips, lucky he pulls out just as your walls start to spasm. His cum dripping to the floor as he holds you so close. He lets you down to your feet and hold you close, humping against as you both come down from your highs, his hands squeezing your tits.

He lowly groans, flushed forehead pressing against your messy curls, “Fuck, but you’d look so good pregnant again dove.”

You got lucky.

Lucky you didn’t get pregnant but there was a scare. Almost as if your body had been achin for it, for this man and only man to knock you up right after fucking you silly.

“‘S a shame.” He exhaled his cigar when you give him the news.

You’re more than relieved, and John understands that. You’re still young. You’d atleast want some of your life to yourself before having anymore kids. You make your way over to him, falling into his arms on the lawn chair. You wrap your arms around him first for once, because at the very least you know he’s safe. This is home. You mumble into his neck, “Maybe when the baby turns four or five we could—“

“—Whatever you want sweetheart, God it’s whatever you want.” He hums, pressing his lips against your temple. Hand running up and down your back as he presses you into him.

You’d definitely be married by the end of the year.