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Context: College AU, Yearning, Childhood best friends to lovers (to ex and friends again), Diversion w/ herbivores and carnivores, Forbidden love, Grumpy x Sunshine, Teenage romance, loss of virginity, Breakup, Flashbacks, Drunk dialing? Fluff/angst/Eventual Smut, Rut/Heat, Fwb? Knotting, Reader is a Chital deer (they have prementant white spots!) Size difference, Happy ending, dad!kuna?

Part 1: Puppy love

Still thinking about how many parts will be added but thinking about 7 (but longer parts_

A/N: Im superrr exicted to write this series (and listening to sad music while writing (ah so excited!)) but fr, I'm really looking forward to it. currently working on part 2! I couldnt find the artist :(, ill update this if i do tho

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Sighing as you found yourself standing outside his room, pausing to peek through the now cracked window, watching Sukuna sitting on his too-small bed, back against the concrete wall with his muscled arms folded across his chest, completely fucking naked as his furry ears bristled in irritation. 

He was attractive, annoyingly so, enough to remind you every time you saw him why the hybrid population kept increasing every year, but you as quick as the thought floated up, you shoved it back down. 

You knocked twice on the door before scanning your card again, peeking inside before stepping in, feeling his stare on you before you looked up at the man of the hour. Or well, tiger of the hour. 

“Took you long enough,” he tch-ed, a low growl escaping his throat as he sauntered to his feet. 

“What did you do this time?” You wryly asked, nose scrunching up as you let your eyes scan the rest of his room. Someone must have tried to toss some toys in, as if he was a cub instead of fully grown, the remains of a plush mouse scattered across the floor. 

“The blonde tried to bathe me,” he indignantly scoffed, head held proudly up. You were tempted to tell him that he had a perfectly good bathroom already attached to his room – complete with a shower and tub he could use to wash himself, if he wasn’t so high and mighty to insist on being babied. Or, according to his perspective, treated like the king of this place he frequently insisted he hated so much.

You exhaled, shutting your eyes for just a second to massage your temples in an attempt to stall the headache brewing behind them only to open them and find him standing six inches away. Looking down at you. 

“I told her you’re the only one that can touch me,” he muttered, low and almost lethal. His hand reached out to skim over your bicep, barely touching but still enough for you to feel the pressure behind his fingertips. “She sent in the fucking vet to try to sedate me.” 

“And how did that go?” You sarcastically asked, as if you didn’t have a pretty decent inkling. 

“Well, they called you, didn’t they?” He sharply retorted, cocking his head to the side, jaw clenched as you chewed on the inside of your cheek. 

He got what he wanted. 

And you got to scrub a ridiculously oversized man in a tub for twenty minutes while he complained about not having enough bath salts, rubbing a sponge over his ridiculously ripped back muscles as he muttered about how awful everyone else here was. Grumbling with gritted teeth while your hands ran over his spine, damp sleeves rolled up over your elbows as you traced shapes along his strong arms, his slightly musky scent still invading your nostrils no matter how much soap you used. 

It wasn’t bad, even if it was strong. 

All masculine and warm, whatever pheromones he was putting off having a funny effect on your head the longer you knelt so close to him, sighing as you reached into the water and pulled up the drain. 

“Bath time’s over,” you muttered softly, standing up and grabbing a thick towel to hold out for him, making a point to not look past the thick patch of his happy trail when he wrapped it around his waist, even if you couldn’t not notice the way his damp tail dripped water behind him after he got out. 

“Where are you goin’?” He growled when you started to walk back out, his claws poking out in protest as your hand paused just before you could scan your key card to get out.

“Home,” you muttered. “You better have some clothes on when I come back.” 

The shelter sure spent fucking enough on custom robes big enough to fit him. 

He snarled, two seconds from making a snide comment, but you slipped out before he could. 

You were ready to crawl back into your own bed, curl up and get some sleep, maybe message your boss before you passed out that you’d be a little late in the morning since you had to come in overnight. Let yourself get an extra hour or two of rest before you had to deal with him again. 

Except, uh, your boss was already waiting for you in the lobby, Yaga leaning back against the receptionist desk and grimacing at the fluorescent lights as you stopped and stared. 

“Is everything okay?” You blinked a few times, just for him to fix you in a solemn stare.

And still, while your brain scrambled to come up with a reason for him being here too, you didn’t expect what left his mouth now as he jutted his thumb in the direction you came from. 

“Do you think you could foster him?” 

No. No, there was no way-

Except, um, apparently, there was a way when they offered you a hefty bonus and a few days off, and Shoko slipped a strong sedative in his breakfast so you could transfer him from his room back to your place – which you promptly had to Sukuna proof. 

You expected him to throw a fit when he eventually woke up, to try and break through your front door and escape. 

But he just sniffed the air slowly before he even lazily opened up his dark eyes to glance around your apartment, a crooked smile curling up as he centered his stare on you. 

“So I’m your problem now?” 

Was it too late to take him back? 

Trade in your annoying tiger hybrid for a fluffy housecat? 

In your personal experience, all felines were funny in that they could listen perfectly fine – they just didn’t care. 

And Sukuna was no exception. 

Shredding your curtains when you went out without telling him, sinking his sharp teeth into your pillows after you made him floss between them, turning your couch into his personal little nest and dragging your clothes from your closet into it. Judging the comfort of your blankets and commenting on how boring it was being here, acting like he’d rather be back at the shelter as he ate half the food in your fridge in a few hours. 

He was insufferable and spoiled and a million other awful adjectives you could assign him, but it wasn’t totally terrible to come home from your shifts to someone warm. Who’d begrudgingly let you scratch behind his ears and stroke his pretty, pink hair. You took him to the park as much as you could, ignoring the pointed stares you’d receive and the people who muttered that he should have a muzzle on while he begrudgingly stayed by your side. 

It wasn’t like you had a backyard he could stretch his limbs or lounge in. 

And two months in, you hadn’t exactly envisioned starting off your mornings with fur in your mouth and the weight of a full-grown man on your chest, but you guessed there were worse things. 

You might even miss him when all this came to an end, which, according to the text message you woke up to from Yaga, might be sooner than you think. Some rich guy had apparently called asking about him, claiming he owned thirty acres of land he used to house exotic hybrids and wanted to add Sukuna to his collection. 

Now you just had to figure out how to tell him that he might have a new owner. 

You tried to sneak over to the bathroom after carefully extracting yourself from underneath him, bare feet padding out while you glanced over your shoulder at the slumbering mass in your bed, a little bit of drool leaking down his lips as he snored on your pillow. 

He almost looked peaceful like this. 

As if you hadn’t gotten back from work last night to discover a stash of your panties underneath the daybed he’d currently taken over in your spare room. And the, um, dried substance they seemed to be coated in you’d desperately been trying not to think too hard about. 

Okay, perhaps he was closer to a perverted roommate than a pet. 

But you couldn’t scrub out the guilt that seemed to cling to your skin in the shower, hot water running over your body as you sighed to yourself and debated on how you’d break the news when he had started to settle in here. 

At least there he’d be able to have the space he needed, time outdoors, probably better nutrition than what you could afford to keep in your fridge and pantry, even with the added provisions your work provided for him. He was about as antisocial as it came – but there might be other hybrids there that he could actually stand being around. Closer to his spot on the food chain instead of the other ones he usually sneered down at. 

His new owner might even treat him like the king he thought he was. 

The shower curtain was abruptly pulled back, your arm rushing to cover up your tits, but his eyes were just on yours, his sharp nose scrunched up in a familiar scowl as he grunted good morning, his clothes already stripped off as he stepped in after you. 

“What is your problem?” You huffed at him, but he just yawned, toothpaste stuck to his bottom lip as he reached past you to grab the bottle of specialty hybrid shampoo you bought for him. 

“Didn’t you tell me yesterday we have to conserve water or some shit?” He grunted, lathering up his hair like his rock hard dick wasn’t out and poking you in the thigh. 

“I didn’t mean-” You started to groan, lips pressed together in a flustered frown. Swallowing hard as you struggled to keep your stare somewhere appropriate. You’d like to pretend your relationship was entirely platonic. That it fit perfectly in the boundaries of what it was supposed to. 

Where the only spot of your heart he occupied was pure. That the growing intimacy you’d been ignoring was innocent. 

It was getting a lot fucking harder to believe it when he felt more and more like a person to you every day. More human. 

“You were takin’ too long,” he added, moving over to bump his hip into yours to start hogging the hot water for himself. 

You stepped back, goosebumps trailing down your arms once you were out of the stream, holding your breath as you debated on ripping the bandaid off while he was washing himself for once. 

“Someone wants to buy you,” you heard yourself say, unsure of what emotion it was in your voice as he suddenly went still, tail twitching as his shoulders straightened. “Um, adopt, I guess.” 

He turned his head, just barely, enough for you to catch his nasty side-eye and locked jaw. 

“That’s not fucking funny,” he growled. 

“Yaga texted me,” you continued, careful to keep your tone steady. “Said some guy with a ton of acres wants to take you in. Guess he like, collects rare-” 

“No.” 

“No?” You incredulously repeated. “You can’t just-” 

“I’m not going to be some fucking breeding stock for an asshole who wants to stick me in an enclosure,” he declared, your mouth hanging open at the wild assumption he jumped to just from a couple sentences. 

“Who said anything about breeding?” You gaped, eyebrows arching up as you stopped yourself from stomping your foot. 

“You’re delusional if you don’t think that’s the only reason someone would want a problem hybrid like me,” he half-glared at you, molars grinding as you tried to come up with a reason to argue with him. 

“I-” You stopped yourself, blinking too hard and fast. 

“Tell them no,” he spat the word back out, thick brows furrowed together tightly as he shut off the water. 

“What if someone else wants to-” You started, and his whole body twisted around, his arms suddenly caging you in as you shrank back against the cold walls of the shower, all the air in your lungs ripped from you as he pinned you in. 

“I’m yours,” he hissed. “You can’t just toss me out like I’m some fuckin’ stray.” 

You were pretty sure you were gawking, grasping at straws to push him away when heat was pooling and simmering in the pit of your stomach. 

“They’ll be able to give you a better life than-” 

His mouth crashed into yours, fingers tangling in your hair while he shut up your stuttered gasp with his tongue slipping past your lips. 

He didn’t ask for permission. 

But maybe it was because he didn’t need to. 

Because when it boiled down to it, you’d let him into your home. Your shower. Let him slice and carve out half of your heart, even when you knew he’d probably just chew it up and spit it out. 

“Mmph, S’kuna,” you tried to breathe, placing a damp hand on his bare chest, fingers pressing down as he just kissed you again, struck by how strange it was to taste your own toothpaste on him, smell your soap on his skin and see the strawberry-scented shampoo suds running down his chiseled chest. His cute fuzzy ears standing up straight between his wet strands of pink hair. 

“You want me to stop?” He dared between kisses, moving down to your jaw, painting your skin with greedy wet sucks as he dragged his rough tongue across the sensitive skin. “Wanna keep pretending that I’m just your pet?” 

He wasn’t. 

And when your eyes skimmed down his pretty chest and his dripping cock, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him no. 

“You know you’re not,” you whispered, as close as you could come to a confession. 

Let him grab you by the ass next, hoisting you up as his mouth returned to yours, matching his starving fervor, wrapping your wrists around his neck as he groaned into the kiss. And maybe it was how wrong it was, but you didn’t think any kiss before this had ever felt so right. 

His fingers dug into your soft flesh, dimpling it as he tried to claim you with his tongue and teeth, a low growl ripping from the deepest part of his chest you felt his cock catch right at your entrance. 

You sort of expected him to just cave into the desires you knew were hardwired into hybrids like him. Just jam his cock in and breed you until he had his fill, or uh, filled you up. It wasn’t like he could even get you pregnant, not when you’d been on birth control far before you met him. 

But before you could brace yourself for the burning stretch that was surely coming, he was ripping free from the kiss to lift you up higher. Like, a lot higher. 

Using that ridiculous strength of his to balance your weight as he pressed your damp body against the cold wall of the shower, ignoring your squirming until his your cunt was presented right in front of his mouth. 

Dragging his rough tongue across it, worming his way in before you could so much as mumble the probably needed what the hell was he doing. 

You guessed you already knew what the answer was. 

He was always starving, after all. 

You’d just become his breakfast. 

Your head leaning back against the shower wall while his hands steadily supported your weight, keeping your thighs spread enough to make room to bury his head between them. Sloppily swirling his tongue inside you, using the thick muscle to map you out, explore you with an expertise you hadn’t expected. An attention to detail you hadn’t thought he was capable of when it came to something that didn’t benefit him. 

Although, judging by the feral moans reverberating through you from his mouth, you guessed he was getting some pleasure in eating you out. 

Fingers digging in possessively to your soft flesh, his tongue flicking in-and-out fast, your chest straining to contain your rapid heartbeats as little jolts of electricity raced through the rest of you. Arousal and anticipation bleeding into each other as they overwrote your anxiety over what you were letting him do.

Just when his tongue slid back out, traced a messy line up to your needy clit, and you foolishly thought he was about to make you cum for him, his head turned up, looking up at you almost accusatory through half-lidded eyes. 

“You’re soakin’, brat,” he scoffed, and you could make out a hint of a crude smirk on his lips. 

“We’re in the shower,” you tried to retort, like heat wasn’t flooding your face – and between your legs. 

“Water’s been off for like, five minutes,” he reminded you. 

Your mouth fell open, but you couldn’t come up with a reply sharp enough to shut him up. 

It didn’t matter though. Because his hands shifted, and you were falling, a scary second passing before he grabbed you and pinned you back in the first position, chuckling with amusement as he lifted your thighs up, pressing them against your chest and squishing your tits as you tried to wiggle in his renewed grip. 

Stupid. 

He was too strong, his hold too tight, the tips of his claws teasingly pressing into your skin as you whined, more aware of the emptiness in your pussy than you’d like to be. The ache he’d left you with desperate to be soothed, stuffed. 

“You should go dry off,” he mocked, your heart stopping at his suggestion, playing right into his hand. “Aren’t you going to be late for work?” 

“Can’t you just shut up and fuck me already?” You hissed at him, swallowing the spit pooling in the back of your throat instead of stomping your foot like you instinctively wanted to. A little swish, a flash of orange caught your attention in the corner of your vision, a smile curling up on your lips when you realized his tail was wagging. 

He could play coy. 

Act sly and in control. 

But his body gave him away. 

And while you were distracted, he’d taken the chance to line himself up, angle and all, just to slide himself in like it was nothing, his saliva acting as lube as he shoved inch after inch in. His rather, ah, large girth barely able to make it through, your thoughts immediately fizzling out into a chorus of holy fucking shit, how much more is there only for it to keep going. 

His mouth returned to your face, leaving messy kisses all over your cheeks, down your jaw, wherever he could reach, like it could coax you through the mean stretch of his cock spearing you open. 

“So fuckin’ tight, brat,” he groaned, teeth gritted, his breath warm on your skin as you whined at the intense sensation of his hips moving, rolling up while you were struggling to even manage breathing at all. 

“Not my fault you’re so-” You couldn’t even finish, lips clamping shut as you realized you were about to stroke his ego. 

“M’so what?” He dared you to finish anyway, stalling inside you, making it obvious he wouldn’t move a muscle until you said it. 

Biting your lip as you begrudgingly murmured, “Big.” 

You were wondering who was really the pet here when it felt like you were being rewarded for good behavior after he pulled his cock out and pushed it back in, quickly picking up a steady rhythm – one that seemed specifically designed to unravel you. 

Pull you apart until you were reduced down to your basest instincts. 

Until you were like him. 

And even worse? 

It was working. 

A babble of syllables that sounded like his name falling from your mouth when he kept grinding into the soft, spongy spot in the back, pressing into it over and over again like it was a button built for breaking you down. Your sanity slowly dissolving into something he could swallow, his sharp teeth glinting when he bared them at you in a crooked smile. 

“You love me rutting into you like this, huh?” He growled, your head bobbing uselessly as his cock split you open deeper, grinding meanly into your cervix like it was his to claim. 

You did, and it, you were his, even if you sold yourself some other story to make yourself feel better. 

“A-asshole,” you groaned, grabbing a fistful of hair to try and find something to pull on, holding onto the slivers of rationality you had left by threatening to rip some of his hair out of his scalp. 

“Filthy fuckin’ girl,” he half-spat out, kissing you again so you couldn’t argue with him. His tongue returning to your mouth as he thrusted up faster, fucking you so full you were pretty sure you felt him in your lungs. Whining into the kiss until he pulled back, his dark red eyes glinting in the warm yellow lighting of your bathroom as he smirked, “What would your friends think if they knew you let me fuck you like this?” 

Pushing his lips out in a dramatic pout, but you just pulled his hair harder, trying to make him wince to match the weird feeling he kept stuffing down your throat, the hint of humiliation at knowing what he was trying to imply. 

That everyone you knew would judge you for sleeping with Sukuna. Say that you shouldn’t fucking have sex with the hybrid you were literally fostering. For good reason, too. 

But how the hell were you supposed to say no when his hands felt like they fit you? 

When every ridge of his swollen cock stretched you open just right? 

“I-I don’t care,” you protested, puffing out your chest despite your sore thighs being pinned to them. Muscles aching, straining as the rubber band you were currently clinging to threatened to snap hard the longer he rutted into you. 

But then, right as his fat tip grinded up against your womb, he stopped, ignoring your irritated huff for him to continue. 

“Kuna,” you started, but before you could form another syllable, you felt it. Him. 

The base of his cock slowly ballooning, his knot trying to take hold and work its way up inside you, to lock himself in. You made some strangled noise you didn’t even know you were capable of, a guttural sound torn from the deepest part of your throat as the pressure built and soared, feeling yourself getting molded and practically reshaped by his size. 

“C’mon,” he growled, just as raw and rough as you expected from him, one of his huge hands slipping between your thighs, a calloused thumb covering your clit as he started rubbing mean circles over it. Distracting you from the fact you were being destroyed, remodeled around his cock, flames of lust licking over your sensitive bundle of nerves as he sent another set of shudders down your spine. “Don’t tell me you can’t take it.” 

You could. 

You would. 

Just as stubborn as he was, even if you were shutting your eyes and biting the inside of your cheek until you tasted blood, the pain of the stretch melting into white-hot pleasure as he began kissing your collarbone, trailing up higher until his lips were pressed against the crook just above it. 

His teeth sank into your throat, your entire body shivering under the sheer force to it, something inside you pulling tight as you gasped some broken cry of his name. But he didn’t let go. Didn’t retract. Just bit down harder, feeling you spasm and squirm around him as he held on, the knot at the base of your entrance somehow managing to inflate more. 

You dragged your nails down his back, probably shredding the skin there, leaving long scratches of your own to mark him as yours too. 

“Mine,” he growled, licking the sore spot while your brain struggled to process what was happening. What he’d just done. 

You couldn’t exactly drop him back off at the rescue when he’d made you his mate. 

Left a huge fucking hickey you’d be stuck living with, a bond forged from baths and breakfasts and boring movies. 

You knew it was a bad idea. 

But you didn’t want to break it. 

He was yours, wasn’t he? Wasn’t it only right that you were his too? 

Letting all those negative thoughts fade as you gave into how fucking good he felt, his mouth on your neck and his thumb massaging your clit and his cock filling up every crevice until you weren’t sure where you started and he ended anymore. 

“Say it,” Sukuna gruffly grunted, his thumb hesitating, knowing just how close you were and still teasing you anyway. 

“I’m your mate,” you admitted, your weak voice coming out in a whimper as he dragged you to a climax with just a harsh swipe of his thumb. White stars splotching and staining your vision, heat simmering through you as your thighs trembled, muscles begging for relief as his heavy breathing undercut the drone of the bathroom exhaust fan. 

“That’s fuckin’ right,” he hissed, cumming right after you, still rubbing your clit through it, warm ropes of cum filling you up and getting plugged inside by his knot. Not even able to leak down your thighs as it held fast, your thoughts distant and dreamy as slowly floated back down to earth. 

Hesitantly meeting Sukuna’s dark eyes only to find them already focused solely on you, clouded with something that looked an awful lot like love up this close. 

“I’m staying here,” he grumbled, nose scrunching up as his tail wrapped around your leg. 

You didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of him even if you wanted to. 

Now how the hell were you supposed to tell your work? 

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roommate!nerd!cho babbles total filth to himself in a messy, breathless whimper as he pulls his pants down. he wraps your pink underwear tight around his shaft and starts jerking off. "oh my god—you smell so good," he groans, his glasses getting all foggy from his hot breath. "i'm so sorry—fuck—i'm such a disgusting freak... but haah—want you so bad." he strokes himself faster and faster while picturing your body, until he blows a huge, messy load right inside your underwear, completely ruining them.

roommate!nerd!cho realizes there is no way he can wash the sticky stains out without you finding out. shaking and sweaty, he hides his ruined prize in the very back of his desk drawer, tucked behind his computer parts where you'll never look.

roommate!nerd!cho gets totally hooked after that first time. doing laundry isn't a chore anymore; it’s his favorite part of the week. he starts offering to carry the baskets just to sneakily look through your clothes. soon, he steals a black silk thong, and then a pair of white boy-shorts with a tiny red bow on them.

roommate!nerd!cho gets greedy one weekend when you stay overnight at a friend's place. being all alone in the apartment makes him bold, and he steals two pairs at once: a sheer lavender mesh pair and some comfy grey cotton ones you usually wear to sleep.

roommate!nerd!cho uses both at the same time to get off. he wraps the tight lavender mesh around the bottom of his dick for friction, while keeping his face buried in the grey cotton. he actually licks the middle of the grey pair, trying to taste you, whimpering and begging for the real thing while he messes up another pair of your clothes.

roommate!nerd!cho starts worrying that you'll notice your underwear is missing. to keep you from getting suspicious, he carefully hand-washes the cleaner ones in his bathroom sink, dries them in his room, and sneaks them back into your clean basket. but he never gives back his favorites—especially the ones that smell the most like you.

You walked up closer to him and looked up at him with your eyes glimmering in the night. You lifted your toes and wrapped your arms on his neck, “Kiss?”

He just stares at you for a moment, processing the sudden change of atmosphere. He nods and that's all it took for you to kiss him.

It felt better than what you'd imagined. The moonlight shines above, giving a soft glow to the two of you.

He kisses you back while his right hand cups your cheek while his left finds its way to your waist. You could feel his tongue slip into you and you let out a soft whimper.

“Couch, now.” he said in between kisses. The two of you didn't break the kiss and continued on until your weight fell on the couch.

You were the first to break the kiss. Satoru’s glasses are now foggy from the kissing and heavy breathing. He almost looks disappointed because of it.

“Do you want to…do more?” you felt shy all of the sudden. You, asking Satoru to sleep with you.

“Hm?” a smirk crept through his stupid face. You could feel the blush on your ears. “Could you please elaborate that?” he uses your real name this time, which makes slit even wetter.

“Oh, c'mon, you know exactly what I mean.” you throw your hands up in the air in frustration. He pinches your cheeks and chuckles.

“There's nothing wrong with saying it out loud, hm? Now, don't be shy with me.”

You rolled your eyes, taking a deep breath before saying it. You opened your mouth, but you couldn't make the words out. You clenched your fists. “...fuck me…?” your question trailed off into a whisper, eyes looking at your fingernails.

“Yeah, fuck you.”

You slap his arm and he makes an ‘ow’ sound.

“OH MY—” you never felt so embarrassed before. “YOU—”

“What's wrong with saying the word sex?”

“Uh, nothing?”

“Then say it.”

You stared at him.

“Repeat after me, “Please have sex—”

“Please have sex with me, Satoru and also, fuck you.”

“Atta girl, there we go.” his hands find your chin and turn it to face him. Your face heats up more.

“Are you sure you want to do this, hm?”

You nod. “Yeah, I'm sure.”

He pulls you closer to him as he kisses your forehead first, then lifts up your chin to make eye contact with you and kisses you again on your lips. His hand makes its way to your waist as he closes the gap between the two of you.

It's slow, passionate even. His kiss slowly trails down to your neck and he starts kissing it. You let out a shaky breath.

That ugly smirk, you could feel it again but you chose to ignore it. Your hands play with his soft ivory hair.

You tugged the hem of his shirt, wanting him to take it off.

“That eager to see me naked already?”

“Fuck you.”

He chuckles. “If you say so.” Satoru sing-songs, poking the middle of your nose. “Such a naughty girl.”

You raised your arms as he lifted your shirt up and tossed it somewhere in the living room. You did the same for him. His hands reach for the waistband of your shorts and tug it down. You're left in your undergarments and feel stupidly like a mess.

He placed a soft peck on your nose before scooping you up and headed to your bedroom.

You're now laying in your bed with your undergarments still on.

“Touch yourself.” your heartbeat rises. He's standing in front of you with his erection fully visible with the sweats he's wearing. You're not going to lie, that did catch you off guard.

You follow his order and spread your legs while maintaining eye contact with Satoru. You could definitely feel the wetness drenched in your underwear.

It's embarrassing, really really embarrassing. You started to rub your clit in circles, but it's not helping. You wanted him to help you.

“Quit staring and come help me.” you scolded him.

“Aw, but where's the fun in that.” he gives you a pout. He walks near you and plays with the clip of your bra. “You really want this, huh.”

“Do you even know how to unclasp a bra?”

He unclasps it effortlessly. Satoru then tugs down your underwear.

Now, you're fully naked as he tossed the last piece of clothing somewhere in your apartment. The cold air suddenly hits your skin and you shiver a bit.

This might be something you'll regret, but now, you just want more of this. You started to feel a bit shy, like you wanted to cover yourself.

He removes his pants and boxers at the same time. His cock sprung out immediately, and it's way bigger than what you've expected.

“That's so…” you trail off. “Thick and long.”

He climbs on top of you and kisses your neck. “Long enough for you to beg for more.” You wrap your arms around him, trying your best not to be loud. After another suck at your neck, you let out another shaky breath.

Satoru stops and looks at you, not at your naked body, no. He looks at you. Your eyes found him, and he kissed you again, on the forehead. “You're beautiful.”

The way he says your name makes your heart flutter. You just…stared at him, not knowing what to say back. You want him. You need him. He kisses you, and your heart starts to beat faster than usual. His kiss slowly trails down to your jaw, then your collarbones. Satoru gives your nipple a soft suck, then bites on it, but not too hard to make it feel pleasurable for you. He pinches the other nipple while doing so.

“Ah!” you covered your mouth to stop the embarrassing sound you just made. The sudden wave of pleasure makes your legs hug him. You could feel a smirk crept through his mouth.

“We're just getting started, love.” he kisses all the way down to your stomach, which turned out to be ticklish. “Don't hide those pretty whines from me, alright?” You let out a laugh.

“Satoru, it tickles!”

He lifts one of his eyebrows. “Oh?” he then pointed his index finger to your hip which made your body jolt. “Hmm…you're ticklish here, huh.”

“Satoru!” you whined. “Enough with the teasing.”

He chuckles. “Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing. You just look so cute when you're squirming under me.” he gives you a peck on your nose.

His kisses your stomach, kisses all the way until he's down to your—

He looks at you, waiting for permission for him to continue. Those cerulean blue eyes met yours and you nodded.

You held your breath as you clenched the bedsheets. He spreads your legs wider effortlessly with his two hands. You're soaked, you know this. You could feel the wetness dripping down. When you feel something warm on your slit, you feel his tongue slowly find its way to your clitoris, licking it in a slow pattern teasing you, making you shiver. Each second makes you hold your breath.

You're squirming now.

He lifted up his face to see you squirming, you could barely keep your legs open now, but he still holds them open, not letting you close it—and when you saw his face, his stupid face so stupidly beautiful—

He gave your clit a suck. The noise you let out was sinful. He smirked at you when he saw how you reacted to that. That sudden feeling made you arched your back, not meaning to push your hips to his face, but you did it anyway. And he seems to like it.

“You like that, hm?” he coos. Satoru cocks his head and smirks at you. You nodded.

“Ye—ah!” he sucks at it again, this time, he pinches your nipples while doing so, stimulating the nerves in your erogenous zone. “Satoru, more, just like that.”

He sucks it, licks it, whatever magic he can do with his tongue on your clit. He's devouring you. And each time he does that, your moans get louder and louder until you're a moaning mess.

“I'm—” you panted your chest. The pleasure is starting to get overwhelming now. Your legs start to shake and you could feel your clit pulsing, but Satoru forces them to stay open. “Satoru!” you called out. Throwing your head back, your right hand grabbing the headboard of his bed. “T-too much—”

“We haven't even got to the fun part yet, princess.” he pushes a finger inside you and you swore it just keeps getting better. He's eating you out like you're his last meal—hungry, eager, desperate while he fingers you out.

You shut your eyes close, feeling your climax nearing. When Satoru sees this, he grabs you by the jaw. “Look at me, love.”

Your eyes lock into his as you let out one last sharp moan while you let out your climax, legs shaking irresistibly.

He quickly stood up and shuffled out his wallet from the pocket of his pants thrown on the floor, grabbing out an XL condom—the one you saw him buying one time in the convenience store.

This is actually happening.

You hold your breath as you watch him make his way to you, climbing on top of you again. He rips off the condom and slides it up to his hard cock.

“Wait here, princess.”

“Huh?"

Oh?

Oh.

Oh!

He grabs your vibrator and your eyes widen. “Want to spice things up, hm?” he turns on the vibrator and the vibration sounds send shivers down your spine.

He just sucked the life out of your clit. You're not sure if you can survive another one.

“Sure. I mean, it's worth the try.”

He hands you the vibrator at the lowest speed. “Let's use that while I fuck this pretty pussy of yours, yeah?”

He lifted one of your legs and placed it above his shoulder. “Tell me to stop if you can't handle it anymore, ‘kay? Tap me on the shoulder twice.” Satoru flashes you a grin and a thumbs up.

“Oh, trust me, I definitely can handle you.”

“Hm, you're cute. We'll see about that.” he placed a kiss on your forehead. You grabbed his erect cock and guided him into your hole before placing the vibrator on your overstimulated clit.

The two of you let out a moan when the thrust inside you, but not fully. He's barely in you and your free hand clings to Satoru’s shoulder, leaving clawmarks on it. The intense pleasure rushes over your body. With his hard cock in you and the vibrator on the lowest speed—you started to lose it.

You didn't care how loud you got, good thing he's your only neighbor. You just hope the tenants below won't hear the bed creaking and the loud pounding sounds of sex.

“Fuck—” his breath hitches. You feel him sinking inside you. His cock twitches a bit while he's trying to get his dick fully in you. “You're squeezing me in, babe.”

“‘toru—” you shut your eyes and throw your head back against your bed. “Fuck.”

His hand found its way to your face, grabs it, and kisses you eagerly.

“Eyes on me now, princess.” he waits until you are fully adjusted and comfortable before he starts thrusting. He thrusts in a slow pattern, maintaining eye contact. His finger rubs your nipple in a slow pattern, then pinches it. You arch your back at the sudden pleasure flushed on you.

“Like that, sugar?”

This—

Feels good. Too good.

“Mhhngh—” you could barely make out your words. “Haaaah!” The stimulation from the vibrator and how he pinches your nipples and thrusts into you is sending you into a spiral.

“You're sensitive, I like that.” he sucks and pinches your nipple while doing some slow thrusts.

He adjusted the vibration, turning it a speed higher.

The rooms filled with clapping sounds from the way he's pounding you, each minute getting faster and faster. He's not holding back now. And you were a moaning mess under him.

The vibrator you were holding was long thrown away somewhere on the floor still buzzing. This pleasure is too much—too much, but oh, it feels so good when it's Satoru who's doing the work.

“Ngh! Satoru.” you cried out loud, curling your toes. “Harder! Hmp, ah—!”

“Hm…enjoying your view, sugar? And yet I thought you said you'll never say those words out loud. Guess I'm the winner now.” he continues to fuck the brains out of you.

“What—”

He gives you a hard thrust, picking up his pace, hitting every sweet spot possible.

Your tits are bouncing non-stop and the bed might actually break from the way its creaking sounds get louder.

“Nghmn. I'm close, ‘toru!”

“Hang on there, pretty.” he leans down to give you a kiss between those cute sinful moans of yours.

His hand reached for the vibrator you threw away and places it on your clit and—

“Fuuuuck! Sa-ah! ‘toru. Mhgmm—” you cried out loud, not even ashamed anymore. Your hands hugged his back, nails digging deep into his skin. The sudden surprise made you jolt your body and his dick hit another sweet spot of yours which made you cry out loud.

This might be the best sex you have ever had.

“I'm…” you tried to make out your words. “Coming.” you let out one last loud cry before finishing. Satoru didn't stop though, he still bangs on you like there's no tomorrow. After a few seconds, his weight crashes into yours and he pulls out before he finishes.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, soft moans here and there. You were panting and out of breath. Satoru looks up at you and kisses your forehead again.

You were about to hug him when he stood up and closed the AC.

You're confused. “Why did you turn off the AC?”

“Honey, you're sweating, don't wanna get sick now, do you?” he removed the condom filled with his fluids, tied it into a knot and threw it to the side.

“Wait, just stay there.” he went to your washroom and grabbed a clean cloth to clean you up. You spread your legs shyly as he wiped every bit off, cleaning you up. You shiver a bit when the cloth accidentally brushes your clit, and he felt bad he went too hard on you.

“Sorry for that.”

You kissed him lazily. “Nah, don't be. I loved it.”

After that, the two of you stayed in bed for a while in each other's embrace.

“Can you walk?” Satoru asks. “Or like, where does it hurt?”

“Dunno, I feel sore.” you tried to stand up from your bed but felt a sharp pain and started limping.

“Oops, my bad.” he brushes his hair nervously. “I'll go easier on you next time.” he placed a soft peck on your forehead.

Satoru helped you put your clothes back on before heading to the kitchen to grab a glass of water for you.

“Drink up, gotta hydrate yourself again after…you know.” you let out a soft smile. You gulp down the water immediately, leaving none for him. The aftermath of having sex really does drain you out.

“Do you want to eat something, hm?”

“Yeah, definitely.”

He stood there, contemplating something.

“Do I say it?” he questions you, unsure if he should really say whatever's in his mind.

“Hm?”

“Look, I know we just, you know, fucked, and yeah, it felt good, really good. I mean, it's you that made it a whole lot better. And I don't want you to feel like I'm using you, or want to make you feel like you're one of my casual fucks from before, because you're far from it. You're far from casual, and I just don't want you to think that. Because you're different, you're just well, you. And, I—”

“Satoru,” you interrupted him. “Just say it. I'm not mad or disgusted. I know you’re quite into me in a serious way which is why I, well, asked for it.”

“Okay.” he takes a deep breath. He speaks your name, “May I be your boyfriend…perchance? Like, boyfriend-girfriend type of relationship.”

You gaped at him.

“Look, I know this sounds stupid and I wanted to make it more special, you know, with balloons and flowers and candles, in a more romantic setting.”

“Satoru, shut up, of course I'll be your girlfriend.” you kissed him. “You don't have to feel bad about it.” you pinch his cheeks.

a/n: i wrote this a few months ago and it's been sitting on my docs so i figure why not post this lololol hope y'all like this

and even worse than the girls that draw hearts around you and sukuna’s staff photos next to eachother in the main office, he’s got gojo. gojo, who ships you two and nags him like worse-than a middle school girl. gojo, who shoves you two together for any school event.

“what game do you have planned for tomorrow?” you ask, leaning over to whisper to sukuna as eighth grade awards are called for each subject, timing claps inbetween your words while names are called. you smirk, “how many kids am i gonna have sent my way next time?”

“just dodgeball.” he leans down to whisper flatly against your ear, still staring down a kid giggling in the seating rows of the auditorium and effectively getting him to stop with his gaze.

“your version of dodgeball is basically to the death, i might have to have paramedics in my room on standby.” you joke, turning to smile at him so sweetly. in his mind, this counts as him making you laugh and therefore counts as a win.

he chuckles lightly, just a quick huff of his chest, but essentially the hardest he can laugh if he’s not looking at a kid getting tackled in class. “these kids will toughen up eventually, i am just teaching them to do it early.”

“were you a weak kid that needed to toughen up? i can really only picture you as a big scary dude.”

“i was actually a severely malnourished child due to my mothers impoverished state during her pregnancy.“ he says, truly not realizing how solemn he sounds in his voice even as he means it as a light hearted jest.

you blink at him, face contorted in confusion and awkwardness. he wants to hit himself.

the only thing that saves him from not saying anything stupid again is the end of the assembly, marked by gojo yelling into a megaphone and for kids to round up by homeroom.

the following week he’s still embarrassed to even look you in the eyes. he’s mulling over how stupid he must’ve looked infront of you while sifting through the equipment closet.

he hears steps echo throughout the currently empty gym before he yells out.

“gojo i’m not covering your lunch break, fuck off—” he turns around to not see the usual suspect he finds during his free period. instead, he sees you, leaning against the door in scrubs and white coat clinging to your body. he stills in his motion.

you speak before he can (if he can speak at all in his embarrassed state).

“i understand the confusion, he bothers me all the time too.” you dismiss, smiling at him with your glossed lips he probably thinks about hourly. waitwaitwait, gojo talks to you all the time ? he’s going to kill that lanky fuck. “just wanted to drop these off for yuri in your next period.” you jostle around a pill bottle in your hand, “she can get fainty on gym days so give these to her just in case to help prevent that.” he knows it’s your job and all, but your concern is honestly kinda cute.

“uhh yeah i’ll be sure to.” he nods, right as you drop the bottle on top of a stack of rubber cones by the door before you walk out. and he would just like it to be known he definitely didn’t stare at your ass as you left.

and he typically makes it easier for himself to deny how down bad he is to you, but now, after you spent a week of saved up sick days out last week, he’s kind of craving your voice. so who can blame him when he calls his 6th grade nephew into his office while he’s supposed to be at lunch.

“look, kid. i’m going to need you to do something, and i’m gonna need you to not be annoying about it, kay?”

yuji furrows his brows, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie.

“you,” he gestures to his nephew, “are going to act like you collapsed and let me bring you up to the school nurse. you are then going to be quiet when i talk to her.”

“is it cause you have a crush on her—”

sukuna tenses before cutting him off.

“do a good job acting and i will consider buying you that human earthworm blu-ray. do you hear me, brat?”

yuji’s eyes light up at the mention of the dvd.

“is this impression good enough then?” yuji leans and clutches at his side in fake fatigue while moaning dramatically for help, then immediately straightens up with a smile like he’s waiting for a rating. sukuna shakes his head and genuinely wonders how he’s related to this—in sukuna’s words— pea brained doofus.

he dials your number on his offices phone, sitting tense in his chair while he shh’s yuji. yuji nods and salutes as sukuna continues to roll his eyes.

yuji could’ve sworn he saw him smile when you pick up. he continues to watch sukuna fiddle with the curled wire of the phone as he explains yuji’s apparently dire situation. he can just barely hear the muffled sound of you saying ‘just bring him up and i’ll check him out.” over the speaker of the phone before sukuna hangs up and fixes his hair.

sukuna walks out the door and desperately tries to ignore yuji’s terrible post fainting impression behind him as his nephew follows his step to your room.

just before they step into your room he whispers to yuji as he leans over.

“if you can bring up me being single i’ll take you out for ice cream, brat.”

‘little’ could describe what this was five minutes ago, maybe. but his hands have been on you for what feels like ages, cold palms on heated flesh. exploring under your shirt to move up your naked back, sweeping low to dig his fingers into the soft fat of your ass over fabric. he’s rocking you on his thigh, clit catching on the cotton of your panties, matching pjs surely sporting a damp spot that you’ll think about later.

you separate with one last wet press, the silvery strand stretched between your lips catching on the tv light before it ultimately snaps. lips mutually swollen, his heated gaze mirroring your own. far more than the situation should call for seeing as you'd agreed on just kissing.

“should we just turn the tv off?” you chance a glance at screen, interest barely piqued before you’re looking right back at satoru, “not like we’re doing much watching..” “huh? we don’t have to,” satoru’s hands shift to move you into his lap with the least subtlety possible, properly seating you over the rigid tent straining against the front of his plaid pants. the layers between you mask nothing, shifting your weight to feel the insistent press of him right where you need it. when he finally leans back in his lips don’t land where you expect. not the hot, toe curling press of his mouth to yours, not the much welcomed plundering of his tongue, but a kiss to your jaw. open mouthed and moving down the slope, trailing down your neck, across the swell of your chest left exposed by your camisole. moving to plant one damp kiss right over your nipple through the cotton before a smile spreads on his lips, “we’ll watch it in a little.” highly unlikely seeing as you're 2 seconds from fucking him into the couch.

his hands guide the steady, slow roll of your hips. like you two haven't worked each other up enough. his chest shudders with a sigh into the air, friction making your thighs clamp tighter on either side of him. "god, you feel so good."

satoru's hands frame your hips—squeezing, caressing. sliding lower to get under your shorts. you’re not sure what his idea of 'a little' is time wise, but when he finally kisses you again...you know your third attempt at watching this stupid movie in its entirety isn’t exactly high priority. maybe next time.