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Synopsis. (!) Two assignments overdue: your law professor and your history professor.
Objective: After teasing them all semester, Professor Higuruma Hiromi and Professor Nanami KentoâŠsnap.Â
Time: At the same time.
A/N. You babygirls said you wanted more law professor!Higuruma soâŠI said why not have BOTH?!
He had you next hour.
Professor Nanami Kento - head of the History Department, PhD with Distinction - had you in his next class.
And he wasnât even half as prepared as he should be: the coffee-maker in the staff room had broken down.Â
Goodness knows how many times the blond-haired man has haunted that very station. Slouched over, sighing, sipping on his seventh coffee of the day.Â
And although he could blame it all on the higher-ups and their stingy funding, or perhaps the frat boys of Delta Jujutsu Pi thatâve made it a challenge to sneak insideâhe blames you. He wouldnât even have latched onto such a respite had it not been for the way you made his blood pressure riseâŠin all sorts of ways.
Nanamiâs eyes glaze over, and his hand absent-mindedly drifts between his legs. Perhaps if he got his pent-up energy out firstâŠ
âKento.â A knock at his cubicle. And Nanami jolts his hand away as though it burned-Â
It was Professor Higuruma Hiromi.
The head of the Law Department. Also PhD with Distinction. The man with dark circles and even darker suits, all prim and poised as he waded through the hallways with his stacks of documentsâof course, Nanami was one for suits, as well.Â
They really brought out his broad shoulders- at least, thatâs what you told him.
Another reason why he needs the coffee.
Fuck.Â
Nanami attempts to even out his breathing as he looks up. âHiromi.â
If Higuruma thought anything of Nanamiâs startled reaction, he makes no indication. Instead he holds up a slim file in his hand, âAre you free? Could you help me with looking over this essay?â
âOf course.âÂ
They were the only two in the staff room right now, besides- anything to take his mind off of you.
Nanami adjusts the gold-rimmed glasses on his face before he takes the file from him. Flipping it open to find a jumble of justice and law jargon that his history-inclined brain balks atââI never thought youâd want a history professorâs opinion on an essay aboutâŠâ He squints at the title, â-the scope of judicial power and judicial review. Does this have any names of 14th century shoguns that you need me to check?â
âNo- no.â Higuruma runs a hand down his face, though Nanami gets the impression that it wasnât for him. Rather it was for whatever ravaged at the man inside- making him look up at the ceiling with a hollow sighââMan, I need some coffee today.â
âUnderstandable.â Nanami pushes his glasses up.
âThe machineâs broken, right?â
âRight.â
Higuruma only lets out another sigh that Nanami relates to well.
âIf it helps, Dean Yaga said itâd be fixed by tomorrow.â Nanami attempts- he never was the type of sociable guy some of the other professors were. But he gets the feeling that Higuruma was the same.
He runs a hand down his face one last time- âThatâs too late, I have tutoring this evening withâŠâ And how Nanami Kento related to that, as well. Before he seems to shake himself out of it- somewhat. âItâs alright, could you just check the grammatical and citation stuff for me?â
âOf course.â As Higuruma leans against the partition and waits, the other professor skims through the writing. It wasnât half bad, to be quite honest, and had it been for his own class then he wouldâve given it an Aânone too many mistakes except for the odd careless error. At least it was human-made.Â
After a while of silence, Nanamiâs partway through the conclusion when he asks. âDid you happen to get tired of looking through so many essays?â
âNo, itâs justâŠâ The dark-haired man sighs once more- for about the twelfth time since he came in. â-this student, you know?â
Nanami nodsâhe did know. âTrouble student?â
âNot quite.â He almost gulps.
Nanami narrows his eyes. âDoesnât attend?â
âNo, she attends every class.â
âThen what?â He leans back in his chair, essay forgotten now. âThe legacy kid? The credit-chaser? The class clown that isnât actually funny?â
Higuruma cuts through them all with a fierce shake of his head. âNo, no, and noââ Almost gulping. âItâs just that this student is a littleâŠdistracting.â
The tips of his ears were red.
Instantly, Higuruma looks like he regrets it.
âF-forget I said anything-â
He does.
But Nanami looks squarely at the other man.
âI have a student like that, too.â
The law professor looks at him in wary interest. âOh?â
âMy star student, actually.â Pushing his glasses up, he opens up one of his cabinets and pulls out a thick, paper-stuffed file. And though Nanami Kento does collect his studentsâ work for the semester to review, he never does keep them quite so close - none other than yours.
Higuruma looks through them with slightly widened eyes. âAll hers?â
Nanami nods, âSo diligent that itâs almost distracting.â
Higuruma pulls out an empty chair beside Nanami and sits. Legs spread. Dark eyes thoughtful. âMine, too.â He startsââNever have I had a student ask for so many hours of extra tutoring.â
âMineâs basically set up a tent in my office.â Nanami chuckles- though he canât deny the slight pang it sends down to his cock. âAlways taking on more assignments for extra credit, always answering questions first-â
âAlways first in class and last to leave?â
âExactly.â Nanami agrees. And he leans a hand on his desk as he watches the other man go through those papers - they were some of his most prized possessions, he feared to admit. Words from your heart. Swooping slashes of ink from your hands.
It was a part of you in those papers that Nanami Kento held dear to him- fuck, it was a part of you that sometimes heâd bring up to his greedy nose and sniff. Almost as if he could feel your skin through these very parchments.
It made him so fuckinâ hard.
But Higuruma didnât need to know that.
Though the careful manner in which he handled those papers - how he leaned in just a little to drown in the ink - made him wonderâŠ
âAlways wearing the skimpiest skirt to class?â
And the other man looks up in shock- as though conveying something in his silence. Oh.
He flips the file over to look at the name typed-out on the cover, and it readsâyours. Ultimately, he continuesââA-always sittinâ in the front row with her legs spread just a bit?â
Nanami nods. âAlways leaning over the desk when she has to speak in private.â
Thereâs a slight hardening within Higurumaâs eyes - though not of any unpleasant kind - itâs almost as if something deep and carnal was stirring awake right now. âAlways wearing the prettiest black lace underneath?â
âShe wears baby pink for me.â Nanami canât help but smile.
âFuck.â Higuruma runs a hand down his face again- and if Nanami didnât know any better then he wouldâve sworn that the other professor looked even more weary than when he first came in here. âAnd her panties-â
âMatching set.â Nanami responds without missing a beat - and he knows heâs some olâ pervert for this.Â
He knows he is.Â
But he also knows about the smile thatâd spread across your face the moment youâd realized heâd seen. âBent over too low when picking her pen up one class.â
âFuckingâfuck.â Higuruma sounds agonized.
Nanami leans back in his chair, making it bounce a little bit. With a slightly breathless sigh leaving him, and his cock hardening even more in his pantsâheâs forced to manspread under the table a little more. âSheâs a needy lilâ thing, isnât she?â
âThatâs putting it lightly.â Higurumaâs lips quirk up into a sensual smile - as if he was reminiscing on the memories. âWanting to fuck her professors? Seriously?â
âBelieve sheâs thought of both of us at the same time?â
âDonât even say that-â The law professor looks around, even though there was no one else here. Looking back at the man with somewhat pleading eyes, âI have tutoring with her this evening. If I canât even fucking grade her essay without getting a hard-on then what dâyou think will happen if Iâm thinking of thatâ?â
âOhâŠâ Nanami hums to himself, hands lacing in front of him. The coffee-machine really was broken. â-maybe that wonât be an issue.â
Higuruma glances at him with furrowed brows, âHow so?â
âWhat time is your tutoring with her?â
âYou meanâŠâ
The blond man shrugs coyly- âIâm not implying anythingâŠbut which one of us two do you think is her favorite?â
âAnd people think youâre the gentleman of us two.â Higuruma grumbles but ultimately spits out the time. It seems youâd opted for tuition classes with your law professor in the after-hoursâwhen the offices were snug, and the department was empty. And he feels his cock perk up at the fact- how many times has he raced back home to plunge into a cold bath after your tuition classes? How many times has his shower heard your name whispered? âIâm most definitely the favorite, by the way-â
So lost in his thought, Nanami nearly doesnât catch the sentence. He looks over at Higuruma. âDoes she call you âsirâ, too?â
âShe does.â
âWell, then weâll find out, wonât we?â
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The two hottest professors on campus.
Higuruma Hiromi (38) with his sleek-cut suits, his polished shoes, and those sleepy eyes that seemed to stare into the depths of your soul. The depths of your body - exposed underneath him. He was a stern teacher, not afraid to make you do an assignment over and over and over againâŠ(and you gladly would). Higurumaâs justice classes made youâŠwet you had to admit, hearing him bark out simulations of court cases. Orders. Commands.Â
You could practically hear a sigh echo out across the room every time he acted out his attorney days.Â
Every time he banged his gavel down made your knees weak.
It was no wonder that students in the law department tittered nâ scattered any time the ruggedly handsome professor walked past.Â
On the other hand was your history professor.Â
Nanami Kento (31) with his beefier build, his strong arms, his gentle eyesâtwinkling down kindly upon you every time he corrected a mistake. Which - you have to confess - youâve made a few more times than you really had to, just to feel his molten gaze upon you again and again. He often caused your heart (and something else entirely) to flutter at the deep musicality of his voice, managing to make even the most boring of history passages something interesting. Something that swept the class up easily.
Nanami was reputed around campus for being a complete gentleman - never looking down upon someone, never letting them walk in after him, never letting them pay him a compliment without receiving a sweet one back.Â
The dream husband.
The stern and the nice.
Both of them- frat guys hated them.
It hadnât been intentional to join both their classes- honest!Â
But after seeing them on your first day, how could you not commit to maintaining a spotless attendance? You had a sneaking suspicion that the rest of the class behaved in the same manner for much the same reason - though none took it quite as far as you.
The skirts. The extra credit. The bending.
Speaking honestly, you were a teacherâs pet. Through and through.
And the tightness in their pants whenever you left a class told you- they were the best professors. To you, that is.
Which is why youâd been a little less than happy when Professor Higuruma had told you that someone might be joining your weekly tutoring.Â
Invigilated tutoring?Â
What the hell was invigilated tutoring?!
You admit that youâd been forced to hold back a groan of disappointment. Picking such late hours had been a conscious decisionâright up there with those tight pencil skirts that you knew your law professor loved but would never admit to.
Professor Nanami was more the type to like free, flirty pleats that barely reached your thigh - and you loved the way his eyes would follow them behind those glasses of his. Even though he pretended they didnât.
And right now you were wearing a mix of both.
Tight on top, flared at the bottom
Seated opposite his desk - thighs shut, skirt pulled down as low as it would go - more concentrated than youâd ever been during one of these tutoring sessions. Itâs been about half an hour since the start of todayâs tuition. Higurumaâs office was a cosy space, decked out in the most expensive-looking mahogany banisters, and shelves, and a witness box in the far corner.
It gleamed at the lightâdown knowingly at you, almost as if waiting for you to make a move.
But how could you? If there was a potential visitor, then you didnât want to risk Higurumaâs job- as much as you loved teasing your two hot professors, it wouldnât do to get them fired!
So you kept your hands and your skirts to yourself.
And even Higuruma himself had his eyes raised, possibly wondering why you hadnât leaned over his desk or lingered a touch at his shoulder for help.
But oh, how you wanted toâŠ
The professor looks down at his watch, âHeâs late.â
Youâre glancing at the closed door, âMaybe the invigilator isnât coming?â
âOh, he will.â Higuruma crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. âTrust me, he wonât miss this.â
A shiver runs down your spine.
You wondered what made him so sure.
And yet, you edge closer over the desk to him anyways.
Itâs about forty-five minutes into your tutoring session when the door youâve been sneaking glimpses of this entire time- clicks! And a looming figure walks into the room, his figure nearly taking up the whole frame.
Your jaw drops as you realizeâ
Itâs Professor Nanami.
âAh- Kento.â Higuruma beckons him over warmly- and youâre nearly suffering from whiplash from watching the two interact. These two are close?! Professor Nanami had been completely normal during your last class, if just a little more distracted than usual - and what was this? âWeâve been waiting.â
He looks at you as he says this.
âI had to penalize a student for missing a few assignments.â Nanami says smoothly, before bringing up a chair beside you and taking his seat. His movements were fluid and precise - as if he wasnât questioning for a single moment why you were here so late, why you were dressed like that for him, and why you were so damn close.
Youâd been staring into his handsome face for so long that he clears his throat. âContinue.â
âS-sir?â Youâre chirping- and in your peripheral vision, Higuruma shuffles in his chair.
âContinue.â Nanami repeats in a stern tone. You donât think youâve ever heard him sound like thatââJust as you are. I would like to take notes for teaching my own classes.â
âYou heard what he said.â Higuruma nods- and now youâre looking his way to see the most knowing smile on his face. âContinue, angel.â
Your thighs squeeze at the pet name.
Nanami quirks a blond brow and notes something down.
And so youâre ducking back into your workâ
âYour blouse button is undone.âÂ
Slightly gasping, youâre reaching down to fix it-
âNo, donât button it.â He interrupts you with his low tone, gravelly with something you canât pinpoint. Youâre looking up at Nanami to find his gaze unwavering from you already- âI was merely noting it. Nothing to fix.â
âBut-â
âYou unbutton it for my class, too, donât you?â He asks, and youâre unsure what to say-
âAnswer when your teacher speaks to you.â Higurumaâs humming tone echoesâand from the sound of it, he was thoroughly enjoying this. He cocks his head down at you, âOr havenât they taught you that yet?â
âTh-they have.â Youâre squirming in your seat, a slight heat simmering in your stomach. You turn to Nanami, âAnd I do.â
âHm.â With nothing more said- he writes something else down in his notes.
And you think youâre in the clear.
For now.
Itâs barely a few sentences later on your work that Nanami speaks up again-
âYour feet are touching his.â
You pull away-
âYouâve been writing the same sentence over and over.â
Your hand pauses-
âYour thighs are parted more so than before.â
Immediately, youâre smacking them back shut again- you hadnât even realized. And how the hell had Nanami even seen?
And you could practically hear the smug smile in his voice - so unlike everything you know of him - as he continues. âAnd your bra is peeking out.â
âNever seen one before?â You mutter underneath your breath, just about to fix your collar (that youâd very purposefully left open)â
Before Nanamiâs voice cuts through again. âNever seen one of yours in black before, is what.â Even as youâre looking at him in slight sensual shock- he doesnât look up from his papers. âWhat happened to the baby pink you show-off in my class?â
And Higuruma merely leans back and smiles. âBlack is my favorite color, remember?â
âHow could I forget?â The history professor answers.
âThough I myself am curious about this baby pink of yoursâŠâ
And you have nothing else to do but gape- they knew.Â
Oh, how they both knew by now.
And by the looks in their eyes, theyâd been dying for this very moment.
To confront how youâd been toying nâ teasing them all semester through now- enough so that theyâve apparently begun trading secrets about their unruly star student. You knew that Higuruma tended to have his ears grow hot and red any time he bumped into you in the hallway, and that Nanami would loosen his tie as if undressing whenever you wore a particularly scandalous thing to class - but you hadnât known theyâd been pushedâŠto this extent.
And you were glad for it.
So you sighâslouching back in your chair. âSo you both know. What now then? Do I get written up or something?â
But Nanami only looks at you through his glasses. âSit up straight.â
Heâs never uttered a command like that in his entire life during your usual lectures. And when you donât move - merely looking at the blond man with raised brows - Higuruma pipes up. âYou best listen to him now, angel.â
âOh please.â Fluttering your lashes at them both. âAnd whatâre you gonna do about it?â
Higuruma looks at Nanami.
Nanami calmly puts his notes down on the otherâs table, and looks at you.
âWhy-â He pushes his glasses up his handsome nosebridge. â-teach you a lesson, of course.â
âBoth of you?â You could feel the elated giggles bubbling up in your throat- and you could feel the space between your legs start to grow wetter already. Looking between both of themââDo it then.â
And then itâs a blur - you donât know where Higurumaâs lips end and yours begin. Heâs reached over the surface of his desk to kiss you like a starved man- and he groooans into that very kiss like you were the sweetest thing heâs ever tasted. Hand on your cheek.Â
The tips of his canines start nibblinâ on your lower lip- and youâre kissing him back even deeper. âShit-â Higurumaâs husky tone scorches across your face, âShit, Iâve been wanting to do this for so fucking long.â
âMmm, you kiss like husband material.â Youâre giggling into the kiss. Both of your hands end up on his shoulders, and you could feel the shifting of his muscles through his slim suit.Â
âShit- and you talk like trouble.â He echoes out in an almost pained tone- like every second that his lips were away from yours ached.Â
And those plump, pursed lips press against yours once moreâso much sweeter than you would have expected this booming lawyer to kiss. Heâs using the hand on your cheek to tilt down your chin- âMay I?â Before the short nod you give lets him slither his tongue in wetly, lappinâ at your sweetest taste. âShit, youâre really like sugar on my tongue.â
And youâre whining into the fervent kiss, letting it go on for a few more minutes before youâre breaking away with the most lecherous plop! And a thoroughly flushed professor chasing after your lips drunkenly-
âAnd what about youâŠâ Youâre kissing down Higurumaâs sharp jawline, looking at the other man whoâd been sitting quietly this entire time. â-sir? Havenât you wanted to kiss me even once this semester?â
Nanami shivers but he hides it well. Uncrossing his legs and revealing the most rock-hard, aching bulge between his legsââKiss? Perhaps.â
And youâre gulping at the sight.
Higuruma scoffs out a slight burst of laughter. âPerhaps.â
âBut Iâm a gentleman, my love.â Nanami continues, leaning back in that luxurious armchair. He takes off his coat to reveal a pale blue button-up, and beneath that was revealed the most chiselled body youâve ever seen. He pushes his sleeves up to his elbows and beckons towards you. Manspread. Lap so welcoming. âWhich means Iâve thought of far, far worse.â
Higuruma - with a final sloppy kiss plastered across your mouth - lets you walk over to Nanami.
Which you do on wobbly legs- plopping down unceremoniously on his lap. More than enough space there for you. He wastes no time bending you into shape in his strong arms, flipping you around to face the other man, and spreading your legs wiiiiiiide open-
Riiiiiipâ!
âWhoops.â Nanamiâs thoroughly unapologetic tone gruffs against the shell of your ear. Two of his vein-covered forearms were hooked underneath your elbows, and Nanami looks on boredly at the clean split down your skirtââI always thought youâd look better without these anyway.â
Before heâs spreading your legs even further across his lap. Tearing it even more.
Exposing you for nothing but your tremblinâ legs and those drenched panties. Pretty black in color.Â
So lacy that it was practically nothing.
Higurumaâs eyes widen, âDirty girl.â
Nanami breathes, âNo, thatâs called being a slut.â And shock runs through your body at his words- at Nanami âGentlemanâ Kentoâs words. Before itâs suddenly overtaken by the sudden feeling of him smearinâ aside your panties and stuffinâ his fingers inside.
Those thick crowns dooooown to the golden ring on his middle finger.
They were long and thick. Swirling and swirling the tip of his digit right âround your clit- and when youâre shuddering and unable to take it any longerâhe pulls away and licks off that excess slick with a slurp!
Humming to himself as though it was the greatest delicacy in the world. âOne thing you should know about me, darling, is that just because Iâm gentleman-â And youâd been so caught up in his ragged tone, you didnât even realize that heâd snaked his hand back down between your legs. â-doesnât mean that Iâm not depraved.â
And heâs ending off the sentence not with a full stop- no, but with a sudden shove of his fingertips between your folds. So swollen nâ sweet with slick.
You buck and he lurches his hand out to slap you on top of your pussylips.
âDown, darling.â
âPleaseâŠâ You donât even know what youâre begging for.
But Nanamiâs mouth waters already at the sound of it, and heâs keeping it at bay by pushing nâ pulling on the first ring of muscle at your cunt. âI said down.â
Head throwing back against his collarbone. âOh.â
Fucking you with just the first inches of his fingers- âIt doesnât mean that mânot desperate.â Continuing as though your eyes werenât bulging, as though your legs werenât shaking, as though you werenât arching off of his muscular chest. âIt doesnât mean that mânot ready to debase this pussy like she deserves.â
âY-you meanââ Youâre hiccuping, eyes starting to water at the sheer raw stretch. It was the type that left your pussy burning in the most delicious way - the feeling of having Nanami Kentoâs scourinâ fingertips eager to enter your cunt. â-that whole gentleman thing was just a lie?â
âItâs not.â He responds. Final. His blond strands fall over his forehead as he keeps his eyes locked on your glistening hole, scissoring his fingers at that entrance nâ spreading you even wider. âIâm niceâŠâ
Adding in a third finger before youâre even registering his second.
â-to everyone but this slutty pussy, that is.â
âSh-shitââ Mewling at the top of your lungs, youâre clawing down Nanamiâs strong forearms. They were the perfect thing to hold onto- just about the only thing you could hold onto as he utterly ruined your pussy with short, jerking thrusts.
Bulging the sides of your velvety walls open with his globular tips.
Cold metal ring shocking you.
So thick that he manages to probe into a few of your sensitive spots without even trying. Dragging his flexible fingers across every inch of you.
Scissoring and opening up and scissoringâdeep.
Tears track down your cheeks at the sheer stimulation.
âGo easy on her, Kento.â Higuruma canât help but groan at the sight of your pretty crying face. And soon enough, youâre hearing the metallic clinking of a belt buckle- âDonât want to break our star student, now, do we?â
Nanami purrs against your temple. âMmm, I donât mind.â
âJust remember that sheâs tutoring with me.â
The sound of Higurumaâs belt hitting the polished wooden floorboards is enough to make your eyes startle open- and oh, how youâre so glad it did.
Because then youâre greeted with the sight before you: of Higuruma Hiromi in utter ecstasy. All because of you.
Heâd taken your seat from prior, chair angled perfectly to face the show taking place in front of him.Â
Where Nanami had your legs spread aaaaaall the way as far as they would go - until Nanami could hear your joints threatening to pop - and facing the dark-haired man. His dark eyes glinted as they stared down at your glistening hole, swallowing Nanamiâs rams easily.
Slurps nâ squelches emanating like music.Â
Cunt dripping everywhere over the history teacherâs tight trousers. And the larger that puddle you were forming seemed to grow, the harder Nanamiâs hammerinâ pace seemed to become.Â
You could barely keep your eyes open long enough to see Higuruma tug down his black pants- that throbbing erection of his making an appearance. He wraps his hands around his thickened base and starts tugging, soft grunts leaving his mouth at the rapid pull-pull-pull of his cock. âShit, sheâs so fucking wet- be a little nicer with that pussy oâ hers, would you?â
âHmmmâŠI donât think she deserves it.â And with that said, Nanami plants yet another sodden spank on top of your cunt. Ring grazing your front- âShe hasnât learned her lesson yet, has she?â
That stinging sensation zaps throughout your entire body and makes you buck. âI-I haveââ
Before yet another thwack! of Nanamiâs calloused fingertips follow.
Harder, this time.
âI was talking to this pussy, actually.âÂ
And he doesnât even wait for the primal sting to pass by before openinâ your cunt up and thrusting his fingers inside again. In and out.
Push after push into your gooey depths.
Youâre so sensitive nâ wet by this point that even the slightest movements have you emanating out the loudest sounds. Squelches upon squelchesâevery time heâs hitting a spot deep inside your hole. âMhmmâŠmmmhm.â You could feel Nanamiâs head slightly nodding above your own, as if locked deeply in a conversation with your pussyâs sounds. Just one whine of yours and heâs spankinâ on you once more- âWait your turn, my love. Sheâs talking tâme.â
And Higuruma- ah, Higuruma has the audacity to snicker at the action. âNow thatâs just bullying, Kento.â
âIs it?â Heâs slappinâ down on your pussylips once more. Listening for the sound, âShe says it isnât so.â
Youâre sending a narrowed glare his way that makes the law professor roll his eyes fondly.
âOh, alright alright-â And he half-heartedly waves off at his colleague. âBe a little nicer to my dear student, wonât you?â
âSpoiled brat.â Yet another spank. Nanami sinks his canines into the shell of your ear, and heâs tugginâ and teasingâheâs spreading his legs even further and settling you down. With your back against his rippling chest, he pushes and pushes his greedy fingers inside your pussy. âAnd why do you think you- hah, deserve that, huh? Havenât you been fucking torturing us all semester long now?â
Higuruma groans. âCanât deny that, angel.â His hands fly even faster up and down his cock- ravaged and reddened with need.Â
âMhmmmm.â The blond-haired man agrees, âHavenât you been wearing those slutty skirts expecting to get fucked in them? Havenât you- fuck, havenât you been wearing that damn lingerie hoping weâd take a peak? Arenât I right?â
He waits for your pussy to answer first- and then youâre answering. âI-I mean-â Attempting to.
âHavenât you been bendinâ over and shit just because you wanted to show up in our wildest dreams? To consume our thoughts and make our cocks twitch?â
âWell-â
âAnd we did.â Higuruma pipes up next. He was so needy that he was practically bucking off of his chair, making it creak with movement. Short, jerky thrusts.
âOh, yes we did.â Nanami continues. He leans down to your ear, as if exposing a secret- âIâd look forward to our classes everyday, my love. Iâd have to fuck my fist raw before class- just so I wouldnât fuck you senseless in front of everyone like how you were begging me to.â
Higuruma moans as he thumbs down the line of his flared tip - that pinkish, slippery line. He twitches as though heâs near to cumming already. âMe- me, tooâŠâ
âAnd you still expect me to be a gentleman?â
Youâre restless, opening your mouth to defend yourself andâ
Nanami only leans down and spits a glittery wad of spit between your pursed lips. âDonât talk when the teacherâs talking, darling.âÂ
And your ears pop with pressure-
Heâs hittinâ the plushness of his palm against your pussy with a loud smack! Smearing the curves nâ divots of his fingers dooooooown and up your walls, down and up.
His crown fingertips reach for your deepest innards- and you swear you can feel him stroking your very cervix. Runninâ his frigid ring across your walls.
Drawing a few lines and marking his placement right back there, before he tunnels his digits at a frenzied pace - fingers almost nothing but a pale blur between your legs. His speed is so feverish that it leaves your sheen tricklinâ all down your thighs.
Trickling and trickling andâ
And then you feel Nanami hook his fingers against your g-spot.
The pleasure shoots up your body like a lightning strike, âO-oh my godâright there, Kento.â
âKento? Whoâs Kento?â Nanami doesnât even falter his fingering to answer, cooing in that tone that youâd almost mistake for something sweet. âI think you meant sir-â
âSâfuck.â
âSay it.â He huffs against the side of your face. Teeth almost out for blood- âSay it. Call me âsirâ or you donât get to cum.â
âIââ
âSay it.â Higuruma, to your surprise, echoes from his seat. Where he had his gaze burning into your spread-open pussy nâ his mouth drooling at the vision of youââSay it, angel. I need to see that pretty pussy cum.â Hands rubbing faster and faster-Â
âShe deserves to cum, mhm.â Nanami nods. âBut do you, huh?â
âI-I do.â Youâre nodding up at your desperate professors. One just barely in your line of vision- but his fingers were working up such a storm. His slightly-tanned arms pinning you down, working your pussy open, hitting that target of your g-spot like a cute button. Again and againâ
Blond hair ruffled. Glasses slipping down his sweaty nosebridge.
And then the other one that was just creaminâ his precum down his hands. With his hands on his swollen erection - one of them creating a tunnel for him to fuck his fist, the other flattening over his dribblinâ divot to stop from cumming already.Â
Sleepy eyes half-lidded. His pale thighs shivering as they bucked nâ rutted.
And the vision itself is enough to make you cum- but then again it just felt so good on Nanamiâs hands, and underneath Higurumaâs gaze. So you canât help but let your lips wobble openââP-please let me cum-â Stars bursting behind your vision once Nanami presses down on your clit as well. â-sirs.â
The two older men look at each other.
âSirs?â Higuruma asks, voice breathless with ecstasy.
âShe just begged for both of us.â Nanami grumbles out - though not quite unhappily. It made his cock twitch deep in his pants to have you whimperinâ like this, and he continues. âAlright then, you slutty pussy.â
And it takes only a few more strokes - a few more direct thrashes along your g-spot - for you to hurtle straight into your high.
Itâs so strong that youâre seeing white behind your eyelidsâand your mouth blabbers out an unintelligible combination of both professorsâ names. Toes curling. Sweat beading down your temple.
Nanami holds you down as youâre thrown through wave upon wave of your orgasm, your hips bucking up and down desperately. Riding throughout your bliss- and if that wasnât already enough, he counts underneath his breath to measure how long it takes between your peaks of euphoria. Before hittinâ away at your g-spot just in time with each one.
The sensations that take you over are just incredible.
And your head falls back limply against Nanamiâs shoulder.
Shivering. Almost as if you were in heat- and your pretty pussy gushes out honeyed slick as though to give credit to that statement.
Lavishing Nanamiâs open thighs with all your sapâHiguruma eyes the mess and gulps. âKento, give me a taste of that.â
Nanami scoffs. âIn due time.â
âKento, I need her pussy on my face now.â
Slowly but surely, youâre fluttering your eyes open at the feeling of being shuffled around - only seeing the beautiful, brown eyes of Higuruma Hiromi staring down at you. When did he get so close?
âHiromi?â Youâre blubbering out stupidly, still suffering from the aftershocks of your previous high. Those zapping bursts of electricity made your thighs twitch sensitively- âI mean- sir?â
Higuruma shivers, âYou trained her well, Kento.â
âMhmmmââ Nanami noses down the column of your throat proudly.
âMaybe now itâs time for a reward then, huh?â
Youâre perking up. âYes, please.â
Nanami snickers. âYou spoil her.â
And in almost no time, youâre finding yourself handed off to the law professor - Nanami stands up and gets off of the armchair. While Higuruma takes his place-Â
At least, thatâs what you think is going to happen.
But what ends up happening instead is that Higuruma seats you down on the chair, letting your barely-clothed pussy rub up against the cushion. Something in his eyes gleams at the way youâre squirming, and he speaks to you in a gentle tone. âCan you turn around and hold the headrest fâme, angel? Be a good girl fâme?â
âA-alright?â Confused, youâre just doing what he says. He meant that you had to turn and climb your knees onto the seat, ass turned towards the professors, back slightly arched.
âMmm, good.â Higuruma admires the view. âArch that back just a little more fâme now, alright?â
âLike this?âÂ
And still not sure what he was about to do, you can only follow his commands. It almost feels like a doggy position- and you hold onto the wooden headrest for dear life.
âMhmmm.â
And Nanamiâs the first to mutter to himself, âDonât tell me youâreâŠâ He takes in the sight of you - with your front resting against the backrest of the chair. You have your spine bent, your ass cheeks displayed for them, your cunt not quite on the seatââHiromi, you dirty dog.â
âCouldnât help myself.â Steadily, Higurumaâs kneeling on the floor.Â
Thereâs no warning before he then shoves his face nose-deep into your cunt- straight from behind.Â
Higuruma grabs onto either side of your ass cheeks, his prominent nose curvinâ up the slit of your pussy. Heâs using his grip on you to draaaag you further down onto his faceââMhmmmâspread those legs.â
Heâs muttering.
Heâs spitting- stern lips pursing and letting out a rivulet of saliva.
It strikes vertically down your cunt before Higurumaâs running his fat tongue over it. Smearing around the mess heâs made- but most importantly, smearing around the mess that youâve made.
Youâre whining as Higurumaâs textured tastebuds seem to take over your pussy. All the way from the plumpness of your folds, and then dipping between them to tease your hole- youâre still so sensitive from the massage that Nanamiâs fingers had simmered into you. And youâre trembling your thighs further open, âP-please- fuck-â
âIâm a lawyer so Iâm really good with my tongue, yâknow?â Higuruma pants out, scorching hot against your needy pussy. âBut that means my fees are high, too-â
âA-and what are your fees?â Youâre sobbing out.
âMmmmâŠâ He takes the time to thinkâand by that, you mean that he rovers his mouth over where your clit was throb-throb-throbbing. The law professor takes his sweet time spreadinâ open your pussylips with his tongue, before letting his tongue flop out nâ draaaaaag down your clit-
And his next words are so lecherously muffled. âRide my nose raw, sugar.â
You gasp.
In the background, you can hear a gruff bout of laughter that notably doesnât belong to Higuruma.
You grip onto the headrest of the chair harder than ever- because in a split-second, Higurumaâs thumbinâ your folds open and stuffing your hole all full of his tongue.Â
So loooong and slick- curving right against the roof of your pussy. It makes you jolt to feel his honed, flexible tip zig-zagging its way down your channelâmazing and mazing inside that itâs as though his wet muscle was never-ending.
Higuruma Hiromi was damn ravenous.
He feels your knees start to slip away from him- and he claws his fingers deep into the globes of your ass cheeks to pull you back. Uncaring if youâre whining for mercy- âA-arenât you supposed to be the nice one, sir?â
âSpoiled.â Nanamiâs voice echoes from the distance.
âMmm- keep calling me that, yeah?â Groans wrenching from the back of his throat at the mere sound of that title being said in your pretty voice. How nice it was to make you beg. âAnd noââ
âNo?â
âI am being nice by letting you ride my nose, arenât I?â His head jerks just a little upwards to look at you- and Higuruma can just barely make out the shock on your face. âI know how much youâve wanted to ride it-â
âHiromi-â
âEver since ya fuckinâ met me, huh?â His rough tone vibrates through every vessel of your body- pushed even further by the constant swabbinâ he was doing inside. Swab after swab. âEver since ya first saw me- donât think I didnât see how you stared at me.â
Youâre clawing further up the headrest. âB-but how did you know-â
âOh, angelâŠâ Higuruma almost chuckles. Something dark and depraved- âIf I was wrong then you wouldnât be so fucking wet- I can barely breathe.â
Both of his roughened palms plaster around your thighs. Draaaagging you bodily - as though you were nothing against him - to glue your pussylips to his own lips.
He makes out with your pussy like a man parched.
âAnd I donât need to.â
Your vision blurs with pleasure as Higuruma spreads your folds perfectly apart- and starts ramminâ his tongue into you wildly. Thick and thirsty for the taste of your sweet, sweet juicesâany time that even a mere droplet of your sap starts to drip down your thighs- you can best believe that Higuruma was whipping his head down to slurp it up. âHarder.â
âI-I am-â
âFaster.â
âFuck-â
âRaw, I said raw.â
Practically addicted to it.Â
Heâs pussydrunk in with just a few sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. And you yourself can feel your pupils start to circle inside the whites of your eyes.
Spreading yourself even further on the chair to meet his utterly ravenous mouth-
âDidnât forget about me now, did you?â
Nanami Kento sounds the closest heâs been since he had you on his fingers- which could feel like minutes, hours, days ago by now. It takes you significant effort to blink away the clingy film of tears on your eyes, and youâre opening them to find that he was actuallyâŠstanding right in front of you.
Nanami had rounded the side of the armchair - and if you looked up, there his handsome face was. So now you have your law professor at your behind, and your history professorâs crotch in front of your face. His pants much too tight.Â
His cock thick and throbbing underneath there.
Clasping onto the headrest of the chair, if you raised your head juuuuust a little then youâd be able to mouth over the twitching erection he hid underneath there. âK-Kento?â
Nanami looks down at you through his gold-rimmed glasses. Grinning at your teary expression, âOnly a few minutes with your nice teacher nâ youâve already forgotten your manners, my love?â His hand falls to his formal pants, âGuess we have to go back to lesson one.â
âO-ohâŠâ
Nanami had already unbuckled his belt and lets it drop to the floorâclink! Followed right along with the popping of his buttons, it doesnât take too long before youâre face-to-face with his rock-hard bulge. Achingly hard. Almost painfully hard.
Barely held together by his boxers, he seeps out such volumes of precum that it creates a dark patch on the silken fabric. It glistens just a bit under the dim lighting of the office- something that makes you gulp.
And something that makes Higuruma nudge his tongue even deeper inside of you- shit, you could feel yourself growing more aroused. And he could taste it.
âDid you know she gets sweeter nâ sweeter the wetter she gets?â Higuruma slurs from in-between your legs, latching onto your clit with a loud squelch! âAnd you wonât believe itâŠbut right now she tastes like the tastiest strawberry candy- heh.â
âIs that so?â Nanamiâs nose crinkles as he looks down at you. Heâs admiring that drunken expression on your face for a little bit, before reaching his right hand down and clasping at the back of your head. âFilthy girl.âÂ
You shiver. âC-canât help it-â
âAh ahânot another word out of you.â The blond-haired man continues. His grip tightens- âI expect you not to speak when your professor is speaking-â
Cocking his head just a little, Nanami takes a glance at the famished way that Higuruma was kissinâ between your legs. Gasping. Gulping.
He had his mouth gaped wide open and was dragging it across every inch of your pussy that he could reach- sticking that long tongue of his between your pussylips. Youâre almost sandwiching his tastebuds for a bit before he manages to flicker his tastebuds inside againâthen in and out, in and out, in and out.
Faster than before.
Reeling back out to slap! your pussy with the flat surface of his tongue.
Then probinâ back in again.
Higurumaâs just being so loud-
â-and when this pussy is speaking.â The rest of the history professorâs sentence makes you gasp - brain so muddled that youâd almost forgotten what he was saying. Almost forgotten that he has a firm grip on your sweaty scalpâone that heâd now turned into two hands upon your sweaty scalp.
Tugging your head forwards as if you were nothing but a ragdoll to smush your face against his boiling hot erection.Â
Your jaw falls open and soon enough, youâre salivating all over his clothed cock.Â
Tongue lavishing across the cotton of his boxers- feeling every ridge nâ vein along his shaft.Â
He groans at the feeling of your heated mouth, and his fingers dig into your scalp even deeper. Tugging. Needing. One set of your fingers reach upwards to fumble its hem, and you take Nanamiâs round, reddened tip into his mouth.
Moaning at the large size of him.
Moaning at the salty taste that floods your mouth-
âHey nowâŠâ Higurumaâs choked-up tone echoes from behind. Youâre feeling his tender fingers start to pull your hips back onto his face, â-donât steal my star student away.â
âHave you forgotten that sheâs my star student, too?â
âHer pussyâs on my mouth right now- so whoâs in charge?â
âWell, letâs ask how she feels about itâŠâ Nanamiâs voice trails offâand only too late are you realizing that he isnât talking about your pussy this time. Heâs talking about you- waiting for your answer.
And youâre attempting to muffle out something, letting the globular edge of his cock swirl around your mouth a few times. Around and around. Just the crown of his mushroom tip prods into your every orifice inside- youâre opening your mouth to answer when Nanami jerks his hips forwards.
Fucking his cock deeeeep into your maw.
And with it, whatever words were in your throat, too.Â
âI dunno about that-â Nanami hums down at the chokes nâ strangled gasps youâre letting out, just the barest noises of whatever was able to filter past his swollen shaft. â-but it sounded like a âyou, sirâ to me.â
âDidnât know you were that depraved.â Higuruma spits out. Dark eyes narrowed as heâs grinding you back to him nâ lapping away at your oversensitive pussylips.
âIâm a gentleman, what can I say?â The other professor responds.
As the slurps nâ sucking continues, Nanami looks at you through half-lidded eyes. He admires the way your mouth leaves a glittering glaze of spit from the tip of his cock and doooown to about halfway down his shaftâso cute how you couldnât fit it all. âAnd as Head of your pussy-â Fuck, when did he even assign himself that? Is he pussydrunk already? â-I say you canât cum until youâre fitting my cock aaaaaall the wayâŠâ
The history professorâs left hand lifts off of your scalp. Then dragging down the front of your throat - down, down, down.Â
â-here.â
He points to a spot way past the back of your throat.
He fucks your mouth like heâs agonized every second he isnât reaching for it.
Higuruma growls.
And thereafter itâs almost like a tug-of-war - on one end youâre being hauled forwards by Nanamiâs grip on the back of your head. His hands strong and unwavering, no matter much youâre gasping for air- fuck, the ever-gentlemanly Nanami Kento was gone for the feeling of your mouth tightening around his hot cock.
Rutting those toned hips up into your velvety cavern like an animal-
âJust a little more.â That left hand of his wraps around your throat now, his thumb markinâ at the spots where he can feel his rounded tip probing inside. âJust a liiiiittle more now- about four inches? Heh.â
âMmmââ Your eyes go wide in surprise.
And Nanami responds by pushing his hips even further, nearing the tip of your nose to those curls of blond at his base. âCâmon, câmon.â
And on the other end, Higuruma had his nails digging into the flesh of your thighs. Into the flesh of your ass. His tongue fishing around your insides before he pulls out and starts nibblinâ on your damn clitâ
Heâs thirsty. Depraved.
âNoooo, angel.â Heâs gluing his chin to the front of your pussylips. Head moving back and forth, back and forth, back and forth as the law professor lashes his tongue across. âCome back to me-â
âMmmââ Youâre being pulled off of Nanami Kentoâs reddened, dribblinâ cock with a plop! Just from the sheer pressure of Higuruma manhandling your body from the other side - dragging you all down his handsome face. âFuh-fuck-!â
âWhereâd you think youâre going?â Only for Nanami to barely let you breathe for a split-second before heâs pulling your mouth down his shaft again.
Shovelling a gooooood few inches of his vein-covered cock inside- he marks that spot out on your throat. Even deeper than the last time you had him- âMmm, not bad. Just a few inches- mmm, more.â
âRide my nose.â Higuruma begs from the other end. Breath breezing down your gooey core, it makes your thighs shiver- âRide my nose, I donât care. Ride my nose, ride my noseââÂ
And youâre just so overstimulated from all ends.
From the draaagging of Nanamiâs thumb down the front of your neck, from the sensual touch of Higurumaâs nose being sandwiched between your pussylips, from the pleasure of them both playing with your body. Itâs as if youâre their favorite toy to taste, to fuck - to worship because of the way they were being driven to absolute madness by those carnal sensations.Â
You can only jolt your body back and forth.
Down Nanamiâs cock. Up Higurumaâs ready face.
Riding his nose just like you wanted- âS-soââ Somehow barely managing to gurgle out past the pulsating tip of his cock, âSo close-â
âClose?â Higuruma perks up. âFuh-fuck- I have you, angel.â
âRemember- no cumming until you take it here.â Nanami presses his thumb somewhere near where your voicebox was bulging with the intrusion of his inches. âYouâre not there yet, darlingâŠâ
âBut-â
âPlease let her cum.â But to your surprise, itâs your law professor who is pleading your face.Â
Nanami raises a blond brow, âOh?â
âLet her-â He slurps away on your swollen nub- sensitive and throbbing. Heâs hollowing his cheeks out to get that suctioning sensation, already making your knees feel weak with pleasure. âNeed her to- fuck, want her to cum on my tongue. Let her cum already.â
Nanami thrusts even deeper, âHmmâŠI dunno.â
âIâm the one asking you.â Higuruma grumbles. âLet her cum-â
âMmmpf- please.â And your brows furrow as the pit of bliss in your stomach grows stronger.
âLet her-â The law professor continues, âIâm begging you- fuck, sheâs becoming so sweet. Let her cum-â
Pale brows furrowing. Sweat lines down his temple- âI donâtâŠjust fit-â And heâs scrapinâ his bulbous tip down the roof of your cuntâall the way along to the back of your throat and targeting even further. âIf she takes it until-â
Higurumaâs nose helping your grinds and bounces. âJust let her cum-â
âIf she takes it-â
âFucking let her-â
âG-gonnaââ Itâs the last thing youâre managing to get out before a sudden slam! of Nanamiâs hips shut you up- and before you know it, youâre feeling the carnal scratch of his pubic hair. The feeling of his tawny curls at your skin, the intrusion of his throbbing shaft all the way down your throat.
And his thumb tapping where heâd marked a treasure spot - a spot he was supposed to meet. Nanami doesnât have to say a single thing for Higuruma to bite his sharp canines down on your clit.
And before you know it, youâre bursting into your nth high of the night.Â
Not just your second, but your third, perhaps even your fourth.
Stars burst behind your eyelids, and your moans are nothing but soft crackles at the back of your throat. Higuruma draaaaags you all throughout those waves of bliss, elongating them with the thorough lavishing of his tongue.Â
Probinâ into every sweet spot.
Inside and out.
He digs his fingers into your thighs, now accomplishing his dream of having you ride his nose. Because youâre being made to arch your back nâ bounce your hips lecherously up and across.
Hittinâ those best angles- the peaks of your high absolutely burst through you.Â
And Nanami? Your history professor was enjoying the view - cocking his head to the side and smiling as you shatter on Higurumaâs face. He watches about half your orgasm bate, before starting to fuck his swollen cock back in and out of you. Thrusting.Â
âNow nowââ Nanami murmurs. âYou should be thankful my rubricâs so generous this time.â
You can only look up at him with your teary eyes.
That sight is enough for him to bite down on his lower lip nâ stop himself from cumming. No, he had something more important in his mindâŠ
âThirty seconds to finish up.â He says meanly. âBefore I either drag your pussy off of his face or you have to drag yourself off, mâkay?â
âTch- stingy.â Higuruma keeps lappinâ at you even after your high has passed.Â
And once that thirty seconds of more bliss have passed - just like Nanami said - he grips both hands âround the back of your scalp and wrenches you off of his cock. Off of Higurumaâs mouth. Heâs bending down to spit straight between your lipsâ
âNow, Iâm gonna be nice this one time because you took all of me. Understood?â The history professor states, so firm. âNod if you understand, my love.â
You nod.
âGood.â He then kisses your lips- tasting you, tasting himself. âNowâŠdo you want it from the back or face-to-face? Because mâfucking you filthy either way.â
âFrom- from the back.â You pant out.
And Nanami gives a single, stern nod before he lets you go. âBrace yourself.â
Youâre collapsing back into the chairâsitting your ass down on it this time. Before the law professor suddenly has you in his arms - he supports you in getting off of the armchair and standing up. Now in the middle of his office, youâre stumbling onto your wobbly feet.
Your arms loop around Higurumaâs neck. âHiromiâŠâ
âMmm, I love it when you call me that.â Higuruma kisses you.
âHow unruly.â Both of you snap your heads at the sound of buttons popping- only to find that Nanami was taking off his button-up. And you were right- fuck, you were so right. He was so thoroughly chiselled underneath, almost Herculean in nature.
With the most naturally defined ridges nâ curves of his musclesâhis firm pectorals, his washboard abs, his meaty thighs that make an appearance.
Nanami sheds of all his clothes before he stares down the two of you- âAddressing your professor by name? Clearly going against objectives to get ready? Making me jealous? What an undisciplined class, no need to be standing around.â He looks at you, âIâll be fucking you until you canât stand, anyway.â
A shiver runs down your spineââOh.â
âNow, darling.â
Higuruma lets you waddle away to Nanami- who merely swivels you around and bends you over the edge of his colleagueâs desk. Papers and ink flying everywhere across the office as he does.
Folding you forwards until your head hits the table. Kneeing your legs apart.
Itâs hitting you like a truck - your history professor is about to fuck you against your law professorâs desk.
âStay still.â He gravels in your ear.
Nanamiâs barely letting you take a breath before rubbinâ his bulbous tip down your dripping wet slit from behind. Hand gripping his thick hiltâup and down. Up and down. Up and down. Getting his inches coated in a glaze of your sap, Nanami hums at the feeling of you attempting to contract around him.
âThis naughty girlâs reeeeal needy for me, huh?â Scorching breath heating up your skin, he kisses down your arched spine. âShe says she can take all of me- can you?â
âY-yesââ Youâre sobbing into the polished mahogany. Bucking your hips up, âI want it, sir.â
Youâre jolting as his puckered, pinkish tip smooches at your wet entrance- heâs just so thick that he can plug your hole up easily. Nanamiâs tip throbs against your hole, and he reaches a right hand down to feel your pretty stomach - to feel where heâs going to be hittinâ with his hungry cock.Â
He breathes out airilyââYou want it?â
âYes-â
âSay please.â
âPlease-â
âHmmm?â
âPlease, sir.â
Nanami lurches his hips back, back, backwards- âAs you wish then, teacherâs pet.â
And then youâre being stuffed with an inch or two of him.
And by stuffedâyou were seriously stuffed.Â
Thick and thorough. Almost too big to even fit in - Nanami fills out the orifice of your cunt without even trying. His ruby-red tip just manages to squeeze between your pussylips, before the first ring of muscle at your entrance makes him falter.
And heâs gritting his teeth at the sheer tightness, voice coming out as nothing but a hiss. âFuck- didnât you say that you can take it?â Heâs pressing his left hand down at the base of your spine, leaning his weight in to keep you still. âCome back, my love- class isnât over yet.â
You hadnât even realized youâd been clawing at the desk until now. âS-sirââ
Just that is enough to make Nanamiâs ravaged tip twitch inside of you- spurting out a few more dollops of pre. âYes, darling?â
âI d-donâtââ Fuck- you swear you could feel him grow even harder inside of you at the sight of your teary expression. Staring at your history professor over your shoulder, âI donât know if it even can fit.â
âAwww, my poor baby.â And you should know better than to let Nanami Kento hush your cries, you should know better than to let him lull you.Â
But you canât help but get pulled into his big, strong arms anyway.
âMy poor, poor baby.â And from one corner of the room, you could hear Higurumaâs distant laugh. Although you donât have the time to wonder what it means, because Nanamiâs continuing- âNone of those boys ever taught you how to take a real cock, hm?âÂ
And you can only nod.Â
âNone of those boys have ever fucked you right, hm?â
Nodding once more.
âDonât you worry, darling. If you canât take this oneâŠâ
He presses a chaste peck against your hairline. Letting his soft breath waft over the crown of your head, and his chest ripple with his words, soft.Â
â-mâgonna make it fit.â
And thatâs the last thing youâre hearing before Nanamiâs ramminâ his swollen, aching cock into you like an animal- his furious cockhead burrowing in deep.Â
He manages to shovel just a few more inches inside, before the snugness of your channel acts up once more. Leaving him barely even able to reel his hips backwardsâjust that much of a tight fit thatâs making his eyes roll to the back of his skull.
He shakes.
His groan cracks at the back of his throat. âO-oh.â Both of Nanamiâs hands fly to the sides of your hips, and his fingers fucking shake where he holds you. âOh, yeah.â
âShit-â Youâre flinching at the scalding sensation of his breath. Gusting.
And even that mere shiver- Nanami catches onto it. And itâs only making him clasp your body even tighter, pulling you into himââYouâre really not getting away until we make it fit, my love. Good luck.â
No matter how much his ravenous hips are rutting nâ bucking and trying oh-so-desperately to hammer even more of his inches inside- he can only fuck you in short, needy half-thrusts. The rest of him left to throb wildly behind you, he keeps on stretching and stretching your insides just to fit inside.
Each one of his bucks so desperate. So greedy.
The pointed tip of Nanamiâs cockhead prods away at your innards as though heâs trying to claim every single ounce of space inside you-Â
âHave you forgotten that this is a joint class, Kento?â
Higurumaâs voice is enough to send pulses of adrenaline flowing through your body - and youâre just managing to look around Nanamiâs toned frame. The law professor stands behind the two of you with his arms crossed, clothes mostly on except for his trousers being tugged down.
He held his blushinâ cock in one hand, pumping furiously at the sight of his star student.Â
Nanami himself sighsâthough he doesnât stop his sloppy scouring of your innards for a single second. He looks straight at the other man as he asks- âOh yesâŠwould you like her now or after me, Hiromi?â
âNow.â Higuruma narrows his heady eyes at the two of you. And the blond-haired man slightly growls at his answer, seemingly grappling with the thought of leaving your pretty pussy right about now- âBut donât pull out.â
You feel like youâre experiencing whiplash. âWhat?â
Nanami only raises a sharp brow.
And Higuruma himself canât help but crack a sleazy smirk-
Before you know it, heâs rounding the two of you. Coat off. White button-up flapping open.
He tugs on the smooth, black tie that was hanging haphazardly from his neck- and gestures something indiscernible at the other man.
Though, clearly both professors understood.
Because one second youâre slouched on top of Higurumaâs desk, droolinâ stupidly over some important documents as Nanami Kento pounds you into oblivion - and in the next second, heâs lifting you off of it.
Cleanly off the desk.
One hand wrapped around your waist, the other putting you in a headlock.
He pulls you up as though youâre nothing- and youâre ogling the way his biceps bulge around your throat. Feeling the cushy firmness of his strengthââW-what are you-â
âDâyou know what a standing full nelson is?â Higuruma asks. And for a second you think heâs asking you - maybe this was some strange sort of quiz - but then Nanami nods.
âThought that only happens in fiction? Donât tell me youâre a secret freak, Hiromi?â He scoffs, though he pulls out either way.Â
âAnd look whoâs talkingâŠâ Then Higuruma looks at you and taps his shoulders. âHold on, angel, heâs going to lift you.â
âShitâŠâÂ
As expected, youâre holding onto Higurumaâs broad shoulders for leverage- whilst Nanami bends and loops his hands around your legs. His strong forearms where your knees were.Â
Scooping you up into his arms.
Holding them up.
Holding you up.
Hoverinâ well over six feet in the air.
Yelping, youâre digging your nails into the law professorâs shoulders - but if it hurt, then he doesnâtâ react to the pain. Honestly, you donât even think he could feel it right nowâbecause Higuruma was holding out his tie.
Measuring it against your face-
Tying it around your face like a blindfold.
He knots it at the back of your head, and suddenly the room is curtained in nothing but pure black. You could only hear the gruffness of both menâs chuckles, and Higuruma asking. âEverything alright, angel?â
âOf course, it is.â Nanami mutters- almost to himself. Though he does stretch your legs a little wider, presumably to show to the other manââLook how fucking drenched she is.â
âGood girl.â
âNaughty, you mean.â
âI must beg to differ.â
And youâre arching against Nanamiâs toned front, the plushness of his abs digging against your back. It was the most sensual massage youâve felt in your entire life- âPlease- ngh, whatâs with the blindfold?â
âOh, thatâŠâ Higuruma starts. âGuess.â
âWhat?â
âGuess.â
Brains wracking- âYou arenât going to leave me hanging, are you?â
âNo.â
âIs this a roleplay?â
âNo.â
âA kink thing?â
âWellâŠâ
âA BDSM thing?â
âGuess.â
Youâre feeling helplessness wash over youââB-but, I already did-â
âNo, my love.â Nanamiâs the one to speak up this time. He leans down so that heâs pressing an innocent kiss to the edge of your hairline, âWeâre going to make this slutty pussy guess which one of us sheâs being fucked by.â
Your jaw drops.
And your cunt grows even wetter.
An occasion that the two professors are watching with awe-
Higuruma in particular finds himself breathing outââAnd your time startsâŠnow.â
And then youâre hearing the shuffling of his trousers- right before a sudden proddinâ intrusion starts up at your entrance. It was hot and throbbingâso needy that your teeth are set on edge by the sheer volume of precum that he was emptying out.
Youâre feeling his thick tip start to eeeease in- squeezing in past the tightness of your channel for a bit before pulling back and fucking you ruthlessly in semi-thrusts.
âH-Hiromi?â You guess. Surely, with him being the one that was removing his trousers it must beâŠ
âWrong.â Nanami grins.
And then youâre feeling his cock give you a few vicious pumps before heâs pulling away - leaving you all empty and yearning for more. Your glistening hole clenches a few times around nothing, before a sudden globular tip starts kissinâ your entrance once more.
Youâre bucking back in Nanamiâs arms in an attempt to figure out just who it might be- but the history professor holds onto you firmly. Not a single inch.
Not a single inch less.
Whoever was fucking you takes no more time before swabbinâ his swollen erection inside once more- biting back a groooan at the feeling of your tightening walls.
Itâs the same short, jerky thrusts from before just to fit in.Â
âSir?â Youâre gasping out. But surely, it canât be twice in a rowâŠâNo wait- is it Hiromi this time?â
The cadence of his hips stops abruptly. âCanât get enough of the law, can you?â
Nanami.
And you donât know whether itâs the fact that youâre just feeling your brain melt at the sheer stimulation between your legs, you donât know whether itâs the fact that both handsome men had you sandwiched between their muscular bodiesâit was just driving you wild. Making you stupid.
A line of drool slicks down the side of your mouth, and Nanami doesnât hesitate before leaning in and lickinâ it off. âI should punish you for this.â
âI-Iâoh, fuck.â Whatever words were on the tip of your tongue get swallowed up by the feeling of yet another round, ruddied cockhead pushing inwards. Pulsing. Prying apart your walls. And youâre noticing that this one is slightly slimmer than the last, more pointed, more honed, more of its curvaceous tip that tilts to the left.
It makes you shiver at the feeling of his bawling divot dragging across your walls so perfectly. âIs this- sir-â
âTry again, angel.â
It was a struggle to piece your thoughts together, and Higurumaâs voice is the only thing that makes you realize-
âHiromi.â
âMhmmmââ Before you know it, the other man has one hand dipping between your jittery legs. His fingers easily locate your clit to tug nâ pry like the cutest gummy - how sweet. And heâs timing it to the constant probes of his looooong, smooth cock. âGood girl. A++ for that.â
âYouâre quite the generous grader.â Nanami scoffs. âI would have given that a B.â
âWhat can I say? I do have a soft spot for herâŠâ Higurumaâs cock was slightly lengthier than Nanamiâs, youâre noticing - though not quite as thick. And with less veins that didnât massage your inner orifices as much, but made it soooo much easier for him to slip even deeper.
Especially with this position, he manages to probe his cockhead further past where Nanamiâs thicker one was able to fit.
Reaching almost for your throat with his blushing, frenzied tip- Higuruma gives a final roll over your clit before heâs pulling out. Letting a few ribbons of sap gush down your legs after him-
Ones that are being fucked right back up with a second length.
Thicker. Harder.
Throbbing so much that you swear you can count them all the way at the top of your head- Nanamiâs shaft was next. And heâs lavishing your entrance with so much attentionâdraaaaagging his vein-decorated shaft in and out. In and out. In and out.
âS-so?â He rasps out from behind. Higurumaâs cockhead had mazed open your insides just a bit more, and Nanami struggles not to let his voice tremble. âWhich one of us, darling?â
âY-youââ
That earns you a bite on the shell of your ear. âNo.â
Before heâs pulling back out.
And your breath catches- âWait- I meant sir. Itâs you, sirââ
âToo late for that now.â
âAwww, come now.â Higuruma coos as well. âHow are we supposed to make an example out of our star student if she just keeps makinâ mistakes?â
âI think sheâs gettinâ lazy now, huh?â The other man responds. And now both of their ruddied cockheads were droolinâ all over your entrance- mixing with the sweetened syrup that was already dripping out of you and creating such a mess. âMaybe she doesnât deserve our cocks at all?â
âDonât say thatââ You could feel your law professorâs eyes turn to you. âYou deserve it- hah, donât you, angel?â
Shivering at the feeling of both cocks sandwiching between your pussylips. Now that theyâd both pulled out- itâs as if they were fighting over who can be next. Rubbinâ and teasing. âI doââ Your voice cracks on that last note, âP-please, I do-â
âIâm still not convinced.â
Higuruma continues, âPromise us youâll be a good girl? That youâll listen to what your professors have to say?â
âI will I will-â
âPromise us that no more of that teasinâ stuff in class?â His prominent nose slides down the column of your throat, breathing in your essence. âNone of that bending over?â
âYesââ But you could already hear the question in your throat - and it seems that they could, too.
And it makes Nanami gruffs out. âBecause - forgive us - but you do realize that itâs not just us seeing your littleâŠdisplay, darling?â He spreads open your legs even wider, and Higurumaâs ministrations grow even more frenzied on your clit. Squeezing. Pinching. Flicking.
And youâre restless- âWh-what do you mean?â
âI mean to say that there are others moreâŠundeserving that see those legs of yours, those panties, those tits.â Thereâs a sharp edge to his wordsââThose boys in class canât take their eyes off of you.â
âWe canât either, of course.â Higuruma responds. Squeezing his cock inside- âBut at least that little performance of yours is meant for us, right?â
âDonât like the way they look at you.â Nanamiâs also squeezing his cock inside now - both of them bullying your hole at once. Creating a stretch that makes your vision go white- so much carnal stimulation that your entire body wracks with shakes. âDonât like the way they turn to look. Donât like the way they have to mysteriouslyâŠdisappear into the bathrooms any time you do your little show.â
âGivenâŠwe do the same.â The law professor continuesââBecause fuck- how fuckinâ pretty you look all dressed up in silk. Makes it hard not to cream my pants everytime I see you- but none of those boys have the balls to back that admiration up.â
Giving you a thorough slamâboth of them.
Higurumaâs the one to continue, âBut we do.â
âBecause I rub my cock raw to you, my love.â Nanami ends off, holding you close to him. âNâ none of those boys could ever fuck you like we do.â
âYes, p-pleaseââ And youâre pushed between both of their sculptured fronts. Unable to see them- but you could feel the ridges and curves of their muscles, the way they were both leaning in as though they couldnât get enough of you. âI only wantâŠngh.â
One of your arms wrap around Higurumaâs neck, and the other reaches behind you to attempt to clasp onto Nanamiâs.
âJust want the two of youâŠâ
âHmmmâŠâ Nanamiâs cock twitches at your gooey entrance- âA+â
And then theyâre alternating between fucking youâ
âHiromi.â Youâre gasping at the intrusion of his smoothened tip, the velvety texture of him reaching for so many spots inside you but most importantly- that g-spot.Â
And then heâs pulling back out.
âSir- fuck, Professor Kento.â Nanami swabs his thickened tip inside and hits that precise spot. Although he decides to take it a few steps further this time and dig his rounded tip into the very back of your pussy, bottoming-out. âShit shit shitââ
Thrust after thrust.
Pulling out. Shovelling back in.
Making you guess just which one of your two older professors were takinâ over your pussy right now- it made your head dizzy just trying to keep track. Bounced up and down in their arms.
âHiromi.â
âProfessor Kento.â
âHiromi.â
âHiromi.â
âProfessor Kento.â
âHiromi.â
âProfessor Kento.â
âProfessor Kento.â
âHiromiââ Before your voice shatters at the feeling ofâŠtwo thickened lengths attempting to fit inside. Fighting against the resistance for a few sloppy strokes before theyâre siiiiiiiiiiiinking in- âAnd Professor K-Kento, sirâŠâ The feeling of their large, slick-glazed cocks were just incredible - rubbinâ against your walls and one another. Like nothing earlier.
It was a stretch like youâve never felt before, hittinâ spots that you didnât even know you had.
And both professors held onto your shaking body tight- they shovelled their lengths in and out of you. Two blushinâ cockheads heading for your g-spot, before their slide-slide-sliiiiiding all the way down to end up at your cervix.
Stretching apart your walls.
Making your channel bulge.
Letting the curves of their mushroomy tips drag apart your walls, nâ press into the sweetest spots of your nerves. Both of their heavy ballsacks smack-smack the front of your cunt right on time with their thrusts. Thrust after thrust.
Again and again.
Nanami grunts at the sensation of Higuruma deep inside you, âF-fuckâŠâ
âYou can say that again.â Higuruma himself replies.Â
By now, the jostlinâ about had meant that your blindfold was falling off- and you could see the two men upon either side of you. Shovelling their hot cocks deep inside your pussy, positively ravaging you.
The law professorâs fingers werenât letting up on your clit just yet, either.Â
He quirks his digits just a bit to draw a little heart upon itâand soon enough you find yourself throwing your head back with a moan. âG-gonna-â
âShhhhââ Nanami grins. His ears keenly listen to the noises from between your legs - they were just so much louder now that you had two thickened shafts ramming into you. âThis pussy says sheâs gonna cum soon, darling.â
âY-you little-âÂ
A harsh hammerinâ on your spongy cervix. âPardon, my love?â
âNothingâoh.â Even their thrusting styles were different - Nanami Kento with his thorough, solid slashes as though he was trying to reach your womb every single time. And Higuruma Hiromi with slightly slower, smoother glides of his cock - soothing through the nooks nâ crannies that Nanami had activated first.
It was the perfect combination.
Naughty and nice.
Though not exactly in the way youâd initially thought.
And perhaps this manner was what was making you so desperate to cum again- âPlease-â Gasping. âLet me cumââ
Youâre looking between a grinning Nanami and Higuruma. Dazedly.
âPlease may I-â Choking out in-between the moans and droplets of saliva that were gushing out of you- falling onto Higurumaâs puffed-out chest. â-cum, sirs?â
Both of their rock-hard cocks twitch deep inside of you.
And youâre briefly seeing a silent conversation pass between them-
âGo ahead, angel.â
âCum all over my cock, darling.â
And it might have been minutes, it might have been seconds, it might have been split-seconds later once youâre crashing into your high. The waves of white-hot pleasure taking over you until it felt like your body was burning up.Â
Feverish.
Youâre crying out as you attempt to bounce your lewd hips back into both their shovelling shafts- but theyâve already got you. Theyâre holding onto your perspired body - so limp now with pleasure - and lettinâ their pointed cockheads hit each and every nerve bundle inside.
Pinpointing your g-spot with their lengths.
Targeting it especially through peak after peak.
After peak.
Your cunt trickles with honeyed slick- and it slips between your three bodies to drench Higuruma and Nanamiâs cocks. Their thighs. Their bodies.Â
Making it even louder to thrust into your cuntâyouâre forced to raise your voice just a little just so that they can hear. âSh-shitâŠâ Until eventually youâre feeling so raw on their relentless cocks that youâre unsure whether you want them to elongate those waves of bliss or whether you want to fucking run awayââIt feels so- oh, it feelsâŠâ
âAnd what do we say?â Nanamiâs deep baritone croons out. He doesnât slow down for a single second as he speaks- even though he himself was feeling a little sensitive by this point.
He hits his full ballsack against the front of your cunt and hisses- âCan I have it all insideâŠâ Youâre looking between them with wide, heart-shaped pupils. â-sirs?â
And you shouldâve known what that would do.
You shouldâve known how much that would break them.
Because with only a few final thrusts, both Higuruma and Nanami cum inside you with loud slurps! of your greedy cunt. Gobblinâ up all those white ropes of seed that they were emptying out - sheer volumes that theyâd been holding onto for hours, days, this entire semester.
Nanami furrows his golden brows and presses his face into the crook of your neck. Groaning as he fucks you through his orgasm, âA-and here I was just expecting a thank youâŠâ
âOur girl always was the sweetest.â Higuruma coos.Â
Your history professor rides through his high with his teeth grit, jaw working overtime to keep his noises to a minimum - he wanted to hear your soft gasps and groans even more. Though his body shakes as it keeps on thrumminâ with pleasure.Â
Visceral.
Meanwhile, your law professor let out such husky grunts after each splat! of cum that he emptied out against your womb. He couldnât even handle fucking you properly anymore and his hips kept on stutterinâ through his waves.Â
Cheeks flushed. Gaze locked on you.Â
He didnât want to tear it away.
Both of them are cumming so much that you nearly canât tell whoâs who - with their dollops of heated, syrupy sap. Each divot bawling them out messilyâyou can feel them stick against the end of your pussy, right where your cervix was, before being stirred about by the motions of their cylindrical shafts.Â
Their prominent veins massaginâ your sweetest spots. Their globular cockheads pumping every single droplet inside you.
Every single droplet.
Not a single bead of that ivory cum escapesâbut theyâre both still looking at each other with the same idea.
And youâre seeing yet another silent conversation pass between them that you miss. âOh?â
In almost no time, Higuruma and Nanami have you splayed out on the polished desk - back against its flat surface, legs held high in the air. This time, however, both their faces were between your pussylips and attempting to beat the otherâ
They were lappinâ their dual tongues over your leaking cunt like they were starved.
Nanamiâs hand pressing down on your stomach to make a few more droplets spray out of your hole- Higurumaâs hand flicking over your clit still.
You lean back on your elbows and watch them.
And what a sight it was: both their handsome faces between your legs.
They nudge their noses against the creamy layers on top of your cunt, and swivel the mess around like mad. You could see through your tears the exact moment - the exact moment - that their pinkish tongues meet in the middle.
Where Higurumaâs tastebuds overlap with Nanamiâs as theyâre suckling on your clit- and they both flinch at the sensation before moaningâ
And thatâs before the door clicks.
âOi, why are the lights still on? Donât you know that campus has closed a long time ag-â
You pause.
Nanami pauses.
Higuruma pauses.
And so does Professor Shiu Kong - Head of the Mathematics Department, also PhD with Distinction.Â
His jaw drops as his eyes drift over from the mess of clothes on the floor, to the mess thatâd been made of you. Bite marks all over your throat. The blindfold still around your neck. And even more - you could see the way his hands tighten on his files as his gaze probes deeper, taking in your leaking, lecherous cunt.
No one moves.
Except for Shiu, who steps inside.
Your heart was in your throat.
Getting ready for a berating of some kind- or potentially even worse. Perhaps a suspension, perhaps Nanami and Higuruma would be fired at once-
âSoâŠâ Shiuâs husky voice interrupts your thoughts. â-got room for mathematics?â
A/N. Heheheheh ofc we got room for youuuuuuuuu Shiu <33
đČ àčàŁÂ àŁȘ Ë 18+ mdni.. p in v.. Dirty talk.. geto is sweet but nasty.. Size diff.. Horribly written
âShhâ shhh, shut up, shut up, quiet ok? Quiet down for me, doll.â Suguru grunted. Feeling your pussy clench around his thick fingers. They werenât lacking in length either. The more reason to yell his name, but you couldnât. Not when your big brother was next door.Â
Suguru asked to take a quick break, saying heâs going to head off to the bathroom.Â
The walk to the bathroom was rerouted to your room, and now he has his achingly hard cock in one hand and your pussy wrapped around the other.Â
âGotta stay real quiet for me, doll. Can you do that, hm? Can you stay quiet for me?â you stared up at him with big, watery eyes, tentatively nodding. The way heâs talking to you was enough to have you squirting all over the place. Mentally, of course. His clothes getting ruined by your extreme orgasm wouldnât be fun to explain to your brother.Â
âCâmon, sweet girl. You need to give me something better than that. If you canât be quiet, I wonât be able to give you my cock.â Fuck, he spoke so damn sweet. You nodded more confidently this time, being rewarded with praise.Â
The way he could fuck your face into the mattress to keep you quiet, but you werenât going to suggest that. Obviously, he was in a rush. Hence why he had you pressed against the back of your bedroom door.Â
âSuguââ you pouted, whining at the loss of movement from his fingers. He pulled out, shoving them into your mouth, down to the third knuckle, making you gasp and gag around the sudden intrusion.Â
âGag reflex needs work, weâll work on that next time, ok?â You nodded around his fingers. This was a new way of shutting you up. Not that you were complaining. You swirled your tongue amateurishly around his fingers, making him huff out a laugh.Â
He lifted your shirt above your hips, hooking one leg over his waist. The fat head of his cock was already nudging at your entrance. You were too scared to size check him, so you didnât, but now you regret it. What if heâs too big or thick or orâ fuck.Â
His cock made way inside of you. A few inches slipping in. Thick. Veiny. Long. You couldnât help but let out a strangled moan around his fingers, making him shove them deeper, wide eyeing you. âDoll, are you trying to get me killed?â he hissed, not sure if it was from your tight cunt or the fear of your brother catching you both. Your eyes rounded in apology. The more he pushed, the more you wanted to cry out. He was too big. Too hard.Â
Your eyes stung with tears and pleasure. When will he bottom out? It was too much already.Â
âNo moââÂ
âI know, sweet girl. Sheâs a bit tight, but Iâll make it fit, ok? Just endure with me,â he cooed, saying the nastiest words with the softest voice, making you feel all fuzzy inside. The thought of him making it fit did something to you. Him being too big for you, so he has to force it inside just so your cunt can accomdate for that size. Heâs so cruel. So hot. You could feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head already.Â
Everything was so sloppy and wet. Especially your pussy. Suguru knew how to use his words and hands.Â
He removed his fingers from your mouth, now using his palm to cover the entire lower half of your face.Â
âFuckâ doll, this little pussy is going to be the death of me. Relax it for me, yeah?â he adjusted the position, hoisting you up into his arms, making you wrap both legs around his waist.Â
His lips landed on yours, leaving enough space to talk but also enough to feel your soft lips on his.Â
His cock finally slipped all the way inside. When he felt your moans would get too loud, like right now, he would lean in and capture your lips with his. Not letting you breathe until you settle down.Â
He slowly started thrusting up into you, testing the waters on your noise level. Just small, pretty whimpers. He felt his cock twitch inside of you. Awkwardly clearing his throat. If he finished in less than a minute, then he would never show up in front of you again.Â
He tried controlling himself, but your face was so damn adorable.Â
He sped up, throwing his head back, the fat tip of his cock abusing your cervix. You got needier. Messier. Holding onto Suguruâs shoulders. Brushing his long hair out of his face.Â
You chewed on your bottom lip, doing anything to keep yourself from moaning.Â
âFuck, hear that? So damn wet for me, baby.â
He kept at it. Working up his pace. Pussy swallowing him whole, a near-perfect fit. Such a perfect, pretty little cunt. Take cock like a hobby. His cock. Only his.Â
He licked up your collarbone, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder blades.Â
âSu-suguruââ you whined, dropping your head on his shoulder. He was ramming into you now. A little breathless, a little sweaty, but it only brings you closer.Â
The sound of skin slapping was loud. Not only was this position making you feel everything, but you could fear every detail of his cock from here. The veins sliding against your walls, the ridges, the bumps. The.. everything.Â
âClose, doll? Is my sweet girl close?âÂ
âMhm, so.. So close, sugu,â you pouted, nails digging into him. He nodded, giving you the go-ahead to finish.Â
Your body lurched forward, biting down on Geto, clawing at his clothed back. Your pussy tightened around his fat length, only reminding you of how full you really are. He followed suit, pulling out right before he could finish. Suguru didnât even need to jerk himself off to finish, just the sight of your ruined face did the job for him.Â
His cock spurting white cum over your drenched pussy and your ass and the door you were held up against.Â
What a mess.Â
He finally let you stand, but not without help. Your legs were boneless, and you felt empty down there.Â
You stared up at him, knowing he had to leave now or your brother would get suspicious.Â
âClean up the mess, pretty girl, you did so good for me,â he muttered, kissing your forehead before leaving to hopefully fix himself up.Â
A/N: kill me, my main fic didn't finish on time so i wrote this instead, finally wrote about geto tho
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Higuruma whoâs the nice one in bedâand Nanami whoâs surprisingly the mean one. The one that edges you until youâre crying, and the attorney that negotiates overstimuIating you instead. Higuruma who coos and whispers soft whispers into your ear- meanwhile Nanami speaks the fiIthiest things because he knows that no one would ever believe you if you said that Nanami Kento said such heinous sentences. That gentleman? Never. Higuruma who finishes first- and Nanami who teases him for it. Before theyâre both fighting to see who makes you finish first.
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just the way you keep bending over to pick up toys the kids left scattered, skirt riding up just enough to flash the lace of your panties.
the way you brush against him in the kitchen while heâs washing dishes, hip bumping his, ass pressing back for a split second longer than necessary.
toji notices. of course he does.
heâs been half-hard since dinner, jaw tight with his green eyes tracking you like prey.
the kids are finally asleep upstairs. the house is quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the distant tick of the clock.
youâre in the living room now, pretending to scroll on your phone on the couch. he comes up behind you, big hands sliding over your shoulders. innocent enough.
until he leans down with his mouth at your ear.
âyouâve been a little fuckinâ brat tonight, huh?â
his voice is gravel and smoke. you shiver and donât answer.
you just arch your back a fraction, pushing your ass back against the front of his sweats.
he groans low. one hand slides down your spine, slow, possessive and then grips your hip hard enough to bruise tomorrow.
âcâmere.â
he pulls you up, spins you around, and drops onto the couch. spreads his thick thighs wide. yanks you down to straddle him in one smooth motion. your knees sink into the cushions on either side of his hips. skirt bunches up around your waist. thin cotton panties against the heavy, thick outline of his cock through his sweats.
âtoji- â
âshut up and grind on me, baby.â
no kissing yet. no stripping. just this - raw, desperate friction.
you roll your hips experimentally. feel the thick ridge of him drag right along your slit through the layers. your clit catches perfectly on the head of his cock, even through the fabric, and you gasp.
he smirks. hands clamp on your ass, spreading you wider, guiding you down harder.
âyeah. like that. fuck - look at you already soakinâ through your little panties.â
you can feel it. the wet spot spreading. his sweats darkening where youâre grinding. the heat of him seeping through. every slow drag makes your folds part around the shape of him, clit throbbing with each pass.
heâs leaking too. his precome soaking through his sweats, mixing with your slick. slippery now. obscene.
âfaster,â he growls, voice wrecked. one hand slides up under your shirt, palming your tit, thumb flicking your nipple hard. the other stays on your ass, helping you rock. controlling the pace. making sure every grind drags your clit right over that fat tip.
youâre whimpering now. soft, needy sounds you canât hold back. hips moving on their own - circling, grinding down, chasing that perfect pressure.
âtoji- feels so- â
âi know, baby. i fuckinâ know.â
he thrusts up to meet you. shallow, insistent rolls of his hips that make his cock jump against you. the head nudges your entrance through the soaked cotton - almost pushing the fabric inside. you moan louder than you mean to.
he slaps your ass once, a warning .
âquiet. donât wake the kids. or i stop.â
you bite your lip. nod frantically. keep moving. faster now. slick sounds filling the dim room. wet fabric sliding, his low grunts and your stifled moans.
heâs close. you can tell by the way his abs tense under your palms, the way his grip turns bruising, the way his cock twitches hard against you every time you grind down.
âgonna come in my sweats like a goddamn teenager,â he mutters, voice strained. âall because my girl canât keep her needy little pussy off me.â
the words tip you over.
you grind down hard - one last, desperate circle - and come with a choked sob. thighs shaking. clit pulsing against him. fresh slick soaking through everything. your whole body locks up, trembling on top of him.
he follows right after.
hips jerking up. low, guttural groan rumbling in his chest. you feel it - hot pulses of come flooding his sweats, seeping through to smear against your soaked panties. marking you. claiming you in the messiest way.
for a long minute you just pant against each other. foreheads pressed. his hands still gripping your ass like heâs afraid youâll disappear.
then he chuckles - dark, satisfied.
âlook at the mess you made.â
you glance down. his grey sweats are wrecked; there is a dark patch spreading from his cock all the way down his thigh. your panties are transparent now, clinging obscenely. strings of your combined slick connecting you when you finally lift a little.
he drags a finger through the mess on his sweats, brings it to your lips.
âclean it up, baby.â
you suck without hesitation. taste salt and him and you.
he kisses you then - slow, filthy, tongue sliding in to chase the taste.
pulls back just enough to murmur against your mouth:
âshower. then bed. and next time you tease me like that? iâm fuckinâ you raw on the kitchen counter while the kids nap.â
you clench around nothing at the thought.
he feels it. grins.
âyeah. thatâs what i thought.â
he lifts you off him like you weigh nothing, sets you on your feet. smacks your ass again. lighter this time, playful.
âgo on. iâll clean the couch.â
you stumble toward the stairs on shaky legs, feeling his come and your slick still dripping down your thighs.
and you know, deep down, youâre gonna tease him again tomorrow.
cw: explicit smut, toji eats you out on the phone w/ shiu.
Tojiâs got you spread out on the living room couch, one leg hooked over the backrest, the other pushed up and out by the iron grip of his forearm. Your shorts and panties are long goneâcrumpled somewhere on the floorâand his broad shoulders keep you pinned open.
His phone buzzed on the coffee table. He didnât even pauseâjust reached over with one lazy hand, thumbed it to speaker, and answered without lifting his head. âYeah?â Voice rough, muffled against your pussy.
Shiuâs voice crackled through the speaker. âYo, you busy? Got a job lead, need to talk details. You free to call?â
Toji dragged his tongue up slow circling your clit with the tip before sucking it into his mouth hard enough to make your back arch off the couch. You slapped a hand over your own mouth to muffle the whimper.
He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with you, breath hot against your throbbing cunt. âYeah,â he drawled casually, âIâm free. Just eatinâ. Whatâs up?â
Shiu snorted on the other end. âEatinâ? This late? You order takeout or somethinâ?â Tojiâs tongue flicked out again lapping at your entrance before plunging inside, fucking you with slow, deep strokes. Your thighs trembled around his head, pussy soaking his face. âSomethinâ like that,â Toji muttered, voice thick, lips brushing your clit with every word. âTastes perfect. Real fuckinâ good.â
You whined and despite your best efforts the sound carried. Shiu paused. ââŠYou good, man? Sounds like youâre multitasking.â
Toji laughed as he sucked your clit again, hard, popping off with a wet sound that was obscene even over the phone. âYeah,â he rasped, dragging his tongue flat up your slit one more time, slow enough to make your eyes roll back. âJust⊠enjoying my meal. Keep talkinâ.â
Shiu sighed, clearly suspicious but too used to Tojiâs bullshit to push. âAlright, whatever. So the jobâs in Shibuyaâclient wants it quiet, double the pay if we wrap by Fridayââ
Toji hummed like he was listening, but his mouth never stopped. One thick finger slid inside youâthen two making your thighs squeeze around him harder. You were dripping down his chin, soaking the collar of his shirt. He didnât care. Just kept eating like your pussy was the only thing on his mind while Shiu droned on about payout and timelines. ââyou in or what?â Shiu finished.
Toji pulled back just long enough to answer, lips swollen, âMhm,â he finally grunts into the phone, voice lazy. âDoubleâs good. Send me the location.â
He dives back in without missing a beatâtongue fucking into you deep while his thumb circles your clit in tight, relentless little strokes. Shiu keeps talking logisticsâtimes, entry points, cleanupânone the wiser. Toji responds in short, gruff sentences, each one punctuated by another long lick or a slow suck that makes your hips buck against his face.
Then Shiu pauses. âYo⊠what the hell are you eating over there? Sounds like it tastes fuckinâ good. You got some gourmet shit or what?â
Toji laughs against your pussy, âYeah. Real fuckinâ good. Best meal Iâve had in a while.â Youâre mortified and soaked and you feel like you about to fucking cum with Shiu on the phone. Shiu laughs. âMan, save some for me next time. Sounds like youâre enjoying the hell outta that.â He laughs slurping louder, âNah, I ainât sharingâ.â
Tojiâs thumb presses harder on your clitâonce, twiceâand you canât hold it back anymore. A muffled moan slips past your fingers. Tojiâs grip on your hip tightens in warning, but he doesnât stop. If anything, he gets meanerâtongue plunging deeper, lips sealing around your clit and sucking hard. âGotta go,â he mutters into the phone, voice rough. âFoodâs gettinâ cold.â
He hangs up before Shiu can say another word, tossing the phone onto the couch like itâs nothing. Then both hands are on youâgripping your ass, spreading you wider, burying his face so deep you feel his nose pressed against you.
Tongue and fingers work in tandemâcurling inside you while his mouth devours your clit. You come hard, screaming his name, thighs clamping around his head as you shake and gush against his tongue.
Toji doesnât let up even after you come, thighs clamped around his ears and your whole body twitching. He cleans up every drop, long, dragging licks from your oversensitive entrance back up to your swollen bud. You can barely form words. Your handâs still clamped over your mouth even though the callâs long dead, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat.
He crawls up your body, caging you in, lips brushing yours so you could taste yourself on him. âShiuâs right,â he murmurs, âYou do taste fuckinâ good.â
a/n: bro Iâm actually becoming too obsessed w toji
In which you have bad luck and always break something around the house. Good thing, your husband, Toji, is skilled with his cock hands ;)
âI broke it again, TojiâŠIâm sorry, I donât know what happened!â
âIâll handle it, doll,â he says, rustling up your hair to show you heâs not mad. âDonât worry your pretty little head about it.â
Toji hates when you even suggest calling someone in to fix anything in your home. He scoffs and says things like: âWe donât need a fucking plumber for the shower; I got it,â âtheir call-out fees are daylight robbery. What are we, some shmucks?â, and âIf I see another man in our home, sniffing around, youâre gonna find yourself tied up and with a sore ass.â
So, itâs hardly a surprise to find him lying on his back in the kitchen, head stuffed under the sink you somehow broke that morning, as he fixes the leak himself. Afraid to get his clothes wet and dirty, heâs foregone a shirt â broad chest and shoulders begging to have your nails leaving a mark, rideable abs on display, and a happy trail disappearing under the band of his Calvin Klein boxers with his washed-out jeans riding low.Â
Just one glance and youâre positively soaked.
When he feels your hands running up and down his body as a greeting, he grunts in surprise. âHow was brunch with the girls? Sharon leave her bum ass boyfriend yet?â
You hum, unzipping him to hurriedly free his semi out of the tight confines; he always reacts so quickly to you. âNo, but she promises she will soon though.â
Toji snorts, still tinkering and doing absolutely nothing to stop you from rubbing his fat cock to full mast â heâs a firm believer in letting his gorgeous wife use him whenever she wants. A real manâs always ready, he says. Sinking down on his entire, jaw-dropping length is easy when you were sent off to brunch freshly fucked and hadnât stopped thinking about having more since. âSheâs hopeless ângh fuck, doll, go slow, âm doing something here.â
âSorry TojiâŠyou just looked so good being so helpful. Couldnât -hah- help myself.â
He bucks his hips up, bulbous cockhead pressing on your g-spot on its way to kiss your cervix. You nearly scream, having to steady yourself on his tense abdomen. âDonât gotta -mm shit, always so fucking tight- a-apologise. Ever. Dâya hear me, woman? Love your needy fucking pussy. Go on, ride me. Show me how much you missed me.â
âYes, yes, fuck! Oh god, Iâm sorry Toji â âm always -hic- breaking things.â No cock has ever made you tear up and drool and cream so disgustingly. Only his. It's fucking magical.Â
Tools set down, he slides out, intent on watching that lewd expression overtake your face. Toji runs his tongue over his scar, staring right at where youâre obscenely connected to him, nothing short of obsessed with the way your pussy stretches to take him.Â
Chuckling, he grabs your hips and drags you up and down his cock like youâre nothing more than a squelching pocket pussy and says with a smirk,
âGo ahead and break the whole damn house, ma â your husbandâs got it sorted.â
you wake up at the feeling of tiny, sticky hands pulling at your cheeks. letting out a soft hum, opening your eyes slowly to find the cutest little face in front of you, smiling brightly
âmorningâ, mommy!â he chirps, flashing you his baby teeth.
âmmm, good morning, babyâ you murmur sleepily, hand going to his face, brushing his messy bed hair off his forehead, âyou are up early today,â
âyeah! i dreamed about you!â he excitedly tells you as you slowly sit on the bed, pulling your son into your lap
âyeah? about what?â
before your son can even open his mouth, a low grunt made both of you turn your heads to the other side of the bed to see a tuft of pink hair buried face down on the pillows, a muscular, tattoed arm emerging from the covers to settle heavily around your stomach.
âsâtoo fucking early for this,â your husband mutters under his breath, eyes still squeezed shut.
you swat at his arm, a smile tugging at your lips the moment yuuji starts giggling at his dadâs bad word. âryo! language,â you scold softly and your husband finally opens his eyes slowly, squinting against the morning light.
âbratâs old enough, donât you think?â sukuna asks, looking at his son, who only nods enthusiastically.
âyeah, mommy! iâm a big kid, i got 'munity to bad words!â your son puffs his chest proudly, tilting his chin up
sukuna flashes you a sleepy, loopsided smirk before closing his eyes again. this time, his arm raise from your stomach to tug at yuuji, making the little boy fall between the two of you.
âgo back to sleep, brat. itâs saturday and too early to be up,â he says, his big hand covers  his sonâs face to force him to close his eyes and yuuji giggles, moving his face back and forth to escape his fatherâs grip.
âdad! i was going to tell mommy about my dream!â he whines, pouting but the little yawn that leaves his lips tells you he was ready for another hour or so of sleep.
âlater, let your mom rest,â sukuna opens an eye to look at you, gesturing with his head for you to lie back down, âcome here, ma. cuddle your husband and son,â
you let out soft laugh, lying on your side, soon feeling the weight of your husbandâs arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and the now sleepy yuuji tucked against his chest.
closing your eyes, you let out a dreamy sigh, falling back to sleep enveloped by the warmth of your two favorite boys.
fratboy!sukuna x f!reader â fwb ⊠ongoing series
[ SERIES SYNOPSIS ] â it was obvious when this started, it was simply a mutual understanding between two horny college students, with very high libidos, and didnât want any random stds that this was purely a sexual relationship only. and yet, both of you are unintentionally toeing the line between that and something else.
[ TAGS ] â [18+]. MDNI. nsfw. LOTS OF ANGST. family drama. plot. piv. fwb. rough. spitting. degradation. DUMBIFICATION. sukunaâs happy trail. dacryphilia. toxic frat culture. fingering. scent kink. sukuna has anger issues. OVERSTIMULATION. oral fem!recieving. sukunaâs a MUNCH. violence. slut shaming. insane SQURITING!! crying. toxic co-dependency â wc: 21.5k
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âjesus fuck,â he spits in annoyance, shoving yorozu off his mouth. âi wasnât even playing,â he barks in anger, standing up with his drink.
yorozu bats her lashes up, âyou were sitting in the circle,â she coos, as if the sound of her voice is anything but irritating. âand you kissed me back.â
sukuna tsks, stepping over the crowd of his junior teammates. he was initially talking with them when more people sat around and started playing spin the bottle, and before he could blink he felt a girls lips on him.
his mind was moving slower than heâd like to admit. the lack of sleep, and stress from the rolling events of the last few weeks. all of it had his movements delayed, so when he felt the first touch of someoneâs lips on his, he couldnât help, but sink.
his lips moved against hers, eyes closed briefly until he felt the unfamiliar force of someoneâs tongue pushing into his lips. this isnât the same type of a kiss that always had him reeling. thatâs when heâs suddenly pushing the the sorority president off.
his jaw clenches at the interaction, shoving through the crowd, to get some fresh air. this better not get that psycho attached to him again, he curses.
sukuna presses his fingers to his eyes, rubbing them aggressively before finally looking up. chest suddenly tugging.
you were a few feet away by the benches. head thrown back laughing. the weird fuzzy lighting from the fairy lights strewn above the backyard illuminated your face like a halo. pretty. you probably just arrived, he thinks, pushing past a few more men to head to you.
however, his stomach twists the moment the whole group comes to view.
there you were smiling, as gojo leans close to you, laughing at something shoko had said, his hand casually feeding you smarties that youâre both sharing. your lips part with ease, touching his fingers as you take the candies into your mouth, before heâs retracting his hand and dumping a handful of smarties into his mouth, and licking the same fingers after.
you donât seem bothered in the slightest, even as your eyes close laughing a little louder, slapping gojoâs chest lightly leaning against him, and gojo has an arm wrapped around the bench behind you. the entire thing left a bad taste in the vpâs mouth.
âmove.â
sukuna suddenly appears beside gojo, hand coming to the white haired manâs head, shoving it lightly.
âwoah, whereâd you come from?!â gojoâs still laughing as he easily moves to the bench beside geto. your eyes flick up briefly, before turning your attention back to nanami.
âkeep going, kento,â you say, unbothered as sukuna plops himself beside you, legs spreading on instinct and arm taking gojoâs spot on the back of the bench.
sukuna sips his drink, âwhatâre we talkinâ about?â
gojo laughs, âoh this girl is hitting on ken hardcore at his work study and he basicallyââ
âyou donât have to explain the whole thing again. just let him finish,â your cold words cut the conversation, silencing everyone. satoru pauses awkwardly glancing between you and sukuna. everyone feels a sudden shift in the air as sukunaâs brows pinch in mild confusion.
nanami clears his throat, âyeah, uh so after I went back to my desk andââ his story trails on, sukuna does his best to focus, but it was difficult when heâs glancing over at you and sees how tight your shoulders are, arms and legs crossed, back resting against the bench, but avoiding his arm. you also werenât laughing as loud as heâd seen before.
did something happen? sukuna leans over, voice low so only you can hear.
âwhenâd you get here?â
you take a deep breath, itching your chin, âdunno probably over an hour now,â you donât meet his eye, so you miss the annoyance that crosses his face.
âyou shouldâve texted me, so you didnât have to wait hereââ
âI wasnât waiting,â you cut immediately, eyes sharp. sukuna pauses, even more confused at the expression itched on your face. âIâm talking with my friends, itâs not like Iâm sitting around waiting for you all the time.â
âdid i say all the time?â he snaps back in quick irritation at your targeted attitude.
you huff out a sigh, turning back to nanami just for shoko to have noticed the tense interaction between you both and interrupt with your name. âyou didnât finish telling me what happened with your meeting.â
utahime clasps her hands, âoh my god yeah! you havenât told me yet!â
thatâs when your stomach drops.
âwhat meeting?â geto glances up from his phone.
âshe had a meeting this morning with her screenwriting professor who really really likes her and invited her out for brunch,â utahime gushes on your behalf.
âoh yeah, I forget you minor in film,â geto hums. all the attention now on you, including sukunaâs, body turning slightly to listen.
âyeah,â you smile, âit was fine. she was really nice, complimented all the stuff I did this semester, said she really sees me having a good future if I wanna pursue film, and told me to keep in touch.â
âand the internship?â utahime leans forward, eyes bright, you almost hate yourself for cursing her out in your mind. specifically coming here as to not think about this morning.
âitâs like whatever.â
âwhat dâya mean?â shoko presses.
you laugh, embarrassment coursing through your veins as you feel all their eyes on you. âlike she didnât fully bring it up and the conversation was going pretty well so I didnât wanna ruin it.â
âbutââ
âitâs fine,â you laugh, âfilm isnât even my major so letâs just talk about something else. it went well so thatâs the good thing,â you stop them from asking anymore questions, and both utahime and shoko give you sympathetic looks understanding immediately; while the boys donât fully grasp whatâs happening and easily change the subject.
sukuna however, similar to his friends, didnât fully understand what the meeting with your professor meant, but he does notice how you went from laughing, to tense and short, to not speaking at all now. your eyes distant as you disassociate completely. mind wandering back to the morning brunch.
âanyone want more drinks?â he stands, counting geto, shoko, and nanami. then he calls your name, âcome help me.â
âoh i can help,â nanami moves to stand, but sukuna shoots him a glare, hand wrapping around your wrist tugging you up before anyone could protest, ignoring the way shokoâs lips part.
you donât have time to argue, when this large man is suddenly dragging you towards the house. âI can walk myself,â you twist your hand free, âjeez,â you mutter, glancing up when he halts with you. your breath catches, cheeks flushing at the expression on his face. âwhat?â
âare you mad at me?â his tone is clipped, irritated. your lips part. âdid something happen?â
âwhat,â youâre baffled by how forward he is, glancing away in annoyance. ânothing happened, Iâm fine, clearly.â
âyeah, youâre very convincing,â he scoffs, getting closer, seeing if he can read your thoughts.
you put your hand up to keep him from getting in your space, âwell Iâm tired from studying, and the meetingâŠâ you grumble the last part, making his brows pinch.
âthought you said it went well,â he says, you roll your eyes.
the nerve. seriously, you should make interrogations a goddamn conditionâŠthen again, youâve done plenty of that with him.
âno it didnât go well, that was a lie. I was lying. sheâs not responsible for awarding the internship, even if its part of her department, so she really just wanted brunch because she liked me or whatever,â you ramble, head falling back, as exhaustion seeps from your pores. sukuna frowns, stepping forward to touch your waist, just for you to step back oat the mere contact. âdonât.â
âdonât what,â he follows, but you take another step back, sharp glare targeting him.
âIâm not in the mood for you to touch me is what,â you huff, cheeks flushing at the confusion on his face. god, heâs so annoying. you swallow a thick lump in your throat, lips parting, tight pounding in your temple, âso donât.â
sukuna stops, brows pinching, knot twisting in his chest.
a loud commotion breaks your conversation, both of you glancing in the direction with annoyance, expressions unnervingly identical. a couple of guys from another frat were picking up girls and tossing them into the pool. one of which was the pearlâs president who is making a show now of stripping her pink skirt and white top after coming out of the pool.
she manages to hold everyoneâs attention, men and women alike catching their breaths as she glides her hands down her curves soaking up all the wandering envious glared like a fuel, almost as if the humiliation sukuna had targeted to her was being wiped clean. her eyes cut through the crowd in seconds, landing on the one person that she begs to look at her, sukuna.
you notice immediately, and the ugly bubble of disgust crawls up your spine, causing you to dramatically roll your eyes, brushing past the soccer captain.
sukuna immediately turns, the half-second he spent glancing at the commotion was enough time for him to grow sick of the sight and follow after you. you try to head back to your friends, but he catches your bicep again, easily tugging you to his broad chest.
âweâre still talking,â he meets your eyes, noticing your gaze locked on the sorority president who seems to be watching you both closely. her eyes are livid, you can see it from here, she whispers something to one of her friends pointing at you.
sukunaâs brows pinch, and the stupid unfiltered part of him decides to shove itself out as follows your line of sight, then glancing at you again, âdid you see?â
your body goes rigid.
party falling silent,
you feels sick and annoyed all at once, and it only gets worse when sukunaâs starts talking, âshe kissed me, we didnât fuck,â heâs defending himself before you get the chance to say anything. your throat constricting as you sigh.
âIâm notââ
âso you are mad at me,â he snaps aggressively, grip tightening around your bicep, making you squirm slightly. âyou couldâve said something if thatâs what youâre thinking about.â
âdude, chill,â you huff, shoving his hand making him let go immediately. âgod, youâre so dramatic,â you mutter, brushing your arm as you glare up at him. âIâm not mad at you jeez. Iâm just fucking frustrated with my own stuff â again not everythingâs about you,â you scoff, finding it amusing how you donât even believe your own words to fullest. âor are you the only one thatâs allowed to be upset about things?â
his jaw clenches.
you glance between his dark crimson eyes. heâs not saying anything.
but you donât want him touching you. why?
you canât even admit to yourself why! so now youâre glancing at his lips, cheeks flushing and vision turning a sick red knowing whoâs lips had just been on his.
it wasnât yours from this morningâŠit was some other girlâŠsome girl thatâs glaring daggers across the yard, scrambling to figure out who the fuck you are.
someone that forced herself onto him.
so why is it getting harder for you to breathe? why are you seeing red when you glance down at his pretty lips.
why are you getting more angry when he easily bends down to your height, exhaling heavily like heâs holding himself back because you told him not to touch you. all of it was causing your heart to beat faster than usual, noticing the way he looks over your features. grip clenching, tempting to crawl up to touch your waistâ
âkuna!!â
a cold sticky splash hits sukuna straight in the face. you jerk back in shock.
âwhat the fuck!â he barks, hand coming down on his face, wiping the beer off his face.
yorozu, only wearing her pink lingerie, stands with the evidence in her hand, an empty solo cup, her chest heaves dramatically, eyes bloodshot and crazy, whipping her head to you now.
your eyes widen when the girl suddenly steps towards you. âwho the fuck even are you?â she snaps with such judgement, looking you up and down like some rat from the subway. you seriously canât help the way you step back in absolute cringe. face twisting like you smelled something atrocious,
âoh my god, this is unreal,â you scoff, brushing past her and getting away from the entire crowd of people that seem to be stuck in some cringey ass high school drama movie.
by the time you find your friends again, gojo and utahime are standing on their tippy toes trying to see what the commotion was all about on the other side of the yard.
âwhatâs goinâ on?â gojo asks when you appear out of the crowd.
you glance over your shoulder, face in a perpetual state of disgust and cringe, âthat president that sukuna supposedly âhatesâ, threw a drink at him.â
âwhat?!â gojo and geto both get on their feet. âwhatâs he doing now?â geto asks.
âdunno, I left when she got up in my face,â you sit back on the bench with a loud huff. geto and gojo glance at each other again, and in seconds theyâre pushing through the crowd stumbling through to find their friend, praying things havenât escalated.
your remaining friends look back at you, clearly for some explanation. but instead, your fingers pinch your nose, head falling back.
âyou okay?â utahime quietly comforts sitting beside you. she presses her hand over the one on your lap, and you feel a damn crack inside you. throat running dry in moments.
god, this is so exhausting.
you can feel the familiar hot stinging behind your eyelids, afraid to even respond not knowing whatâs stirring inside you. your thoughts and feelings all a mess, and now all you can feel is the sinking in your stomach and the overstimulation of what was supposed to be a small mixer. you just wanted himâŠ
âis she okay?â you can hear gojoâs distant voice as shoko answers. the attention feels like youâre being some sensitive baby that canât take someone getting up in their face. you can! but that doesnât mean you want any of the drama. thatâs quite literally the main fucking reason you had this agreement! it was all too much, too much for someone who already had a pretty shit way of organizing her thoughts!
âhere, i got you some water,â gojo sits on the other side of you, but your unable to take your hand off your face now, knowing exactly whatâll happen if you do.
you swallow thickly, before muttering a short. âthanks.â
âwhat happened?â shoko attempts to take the attention off of you as geto returns a few moments later, with a very angry sukuna huffing right behind him.
âthe last time weâre ever fucking inviting that fucking psychotic ass sorority!â sukuna is swearing up and down as he pulls his beer drenched shirt off, tossing it aside and airing his baseball cap before putting it back on backwards.
geto glances over his shoulder, spotting most of the main kappa phi pearl members huddled around their deranged president. âyeahâŠjust stay away from her or weâre gonna be caught in another problem.â
âI have been!â sukuna throws his hands up in exasperation. âIâve been keeping my distance from that bitch all fucking nightââ
âbut you kissed her.â
the group goes silent.
everyone turns to you. shokoâs brows pinch in concern as utahime looks absolutely baffled at the reveal. however, the boys look even more shell shocked, as they stand still, including nanami.
sukunaâs jaw is taunt. red irises gleaming under the fairy lights, gaze locked on you.
âwhen did you kiss her??â gojoâs eyes snap to the man, whoâs eyes havenât left yours, noticing the slight gloss that shines over them.
âI didnât kiss her,â he snaps coldly.
your brows pinch in irritation, âshoko.â
âwe both saw you,â she agrees.
sukunaâs eyes are livid, adrenaline and sleep deprivation pumping through his veins as he glares at you in disbelief, and you reciprocate it with an annoyed shrug and a look that basically screams what?
âI told you I didnât kiss her, she kissed meâ doesnât mean I asked her to go insane like she always fucking does,â he defends, words aggressive and heated.
you roll your eyes, âyou kissed her back though.â
âare you fucking kidding me?!â
âdude we literally saw, right shoko!â the more defensive he became, the more heated you got.
shoko hums nodding her head, and as calm as she looks right now, shoko canât help glancing at utahime as they both look between you and sukuna in worry. same for the other three men who are frozen in place.
âso youâre saying I asked for it!â he snaps.
your eyes widen, throwing your hands up towards him, âwhoâs the one putting words in my mouth now! if you donât want drama, donât kiss a million fucking people.â
âso kissing you and her is a million people?â he barks.
âyouâre unbelievableââ
âwhat! Iâm just repeating exactly what youâre saying. you forgot to add the part that weâre not dating, we fuck. fucking and kissing are two different fucking things!â his aggression only adds more punch to his words making you catch your breath in shock. âIâm not your fucking boyfriend, so I donât know what the fuck youâre getting pissed about.â
you look around the group, putting one hand up, âraise your hand if you heard me say anything about him being my boyfriend?â no one raises their hand. âno one? yeah, thatâs because that wasnât even my point, dumbass,â you huff. âwhat i was saying is if you donât want drama, donât make any.â
âI wasnât!â
âso did you or did you not kiss her back?â
sukuna groans loudly, âshe threw herself at me!â he hits his chest, âare you not hearing that fucking part? do you have selective hearing or some shit?â sukuna aggressively taps his temple like youâre some simpleton.
you roll your eyes, âfor someone supposedly smart, youâre really fucking dumb.â
âsays you! jesusfuckingchrist!â
suddenly gojo and utahime are stepping in, getting between the both of you as she loops her arms with yours getting you to stand. âletâs go breathe.â
âyeah, take a break,â gojo pushes his friend to sit in your spot as utahime drags you further into the dancing crowd beside the pool.
âoh my god heâs such a dick,â you huff, face hot with anger and mind still pounding. utahime fans your face with her hands as she nods.
âitâs okay, itâs okay, everything that you said made sense, heâs just an idiot,â she agrees, body moving to the beat to get you to loosen up. luckily no one can hear your conversation over the music.
you help fan your face with your hands, inhaling sharply as your head tilts back, ânever said he was my boyfriend,â you mutter.
âsheâs pulling shit from her ass and Iâm the dumb one!â sukuna continues to curse, grip so tight on the bottle, no one would be surprised if it shatters in seconds. âyou all know how fucking insane that twisted bitch is â why the fuck would I get involved with her again??â
they all agree with him, nodding along, and humming and union, except for shoko, frowning. she quietly smokes her cigarette, eyes narrowing at the shirtless soccer captain.
itâs been a couple weeks since you started this deal with sukuna, and unbeknownst to you, your two closest friends are unsure how to feel about the relationship. shoko knows how stressed you are, youâre both bio majors on pre-med tracks, and while she takes her stress out by smoking cigarettes or weed â she knows you have a different source of relief, one that she vaguely knows about from freshman year.
the memories of freshman year when you first met by being paired for a group project in the fall. as much as you smiled and laughed, you were closed off, more than shoko was. it was to the point where shoko who had assumed youâd grown close and would be considered close friends, had no idea what you were struggling with until winter break.
she swallows thickly remembering you laughing the next day and vaguely explaining to her that you were on antidepressants, but you were trying to slowly wear them off, since you werenât heavily reliant on them. but you accidentally miscalculated which caused the dark episode you had when she came by.
shoko was hesitant to leave you after that, but you reassured her over and over. nevertheless, the uneasiness she felt towards that moment left a lasting impact, even years later.
by the time your first year ended and the next year began, you were moving differently. you were still you, but there was a heaviness on your shoulders, something that utahime thought she could make better by telling you these speed dates sheâs doing.
while shoko doesnât like to think everything is so linear, or black and white. there were just so many blind spots to you, but what she knows is your stress, and your adamant refusal to have any drama or external problems weigh you down more than you already are.
which leads her to hating, but subtly relying on the man in front of her. the same one that had taken your stress away ten-folds for blocks at a time. but now itâs looking like heâs just going to add to it now.
shoko holds the nicotine in her lungs, letting it simmer inside before exhaling your name, âshe doesnât like drama.â she starts, turning the mens attention to her. âthatâs really almost everything to it. you denying it and just stirring the pot is drama in it of itself.â
sukuna scoffs, âshe was stirring the fucking pot by getting me to admit to something she already fuckinâ believes!â
shoko rolls her eyes in disbelief. men.
âshe wasnât trying tooââ shoko starts, but the man cuts in.
âI need a fucking drink,â sukuna stands back up, shoving through the crowd.
shoko shakes her head, even she can admit that your stress is being targeted towards the frat boy, and maybe seeing utahime trying to get you to dance instead of cool down didnât look like the best idea.
utahime isnât a party girl, but sheâs also the best person to go to a party with. especially when sheâs having you jumping up and down to house music with no alcohol in your system.
the music is too loud, the bass vibrating straight through your ribs, bodies pressing in on all sides, sweat-slick and carelessness.
you let your eyes close. just for a second.
the image of sukuna kissing yorozu resurfaced behind your eyes making your jaw clench. your stomach churns thinking about exams in a few days. all of it was making your feet feel lighter , your heart pounding faster trying to escape, and your senses start to lose ground.
you sway, weight shifting back as someone bumps your shoulder, and youâre not fully realizing the slight slip of your heel until youâre tilting back without thinking. body weightless for a moment, and gravity hanging you midair.
and the music cuts out in a single, ugly splash.
the water swallows you whole.
the shock steals the breath from your chest. as you sink, blowing bubbles at the loss of air in surprise.
after a moment, you break the surface with a sharp inhale. heaving as your shirt clings to your chest uncomfortably, heavy against your skin. you blink the water from your lashes, dragging a hand down your face. perfect, you think. catching your breath.
âare you okay?!â utahime pushes the crowd to get to the edge of the pool while your head is tilting back, staring up at the night sky in complete boredom. great, really this is great.
across the patio, sukuna just cracked open a beer when he hears the splash sharp enough to cut through the music. he glances up in annoyance, someone better not be fighting, or jumping off the fucking roof, but then he sees the ripple, and then spots you.
his brows pinch, stepping forward, glancing to see if it was any of those dipshits that tossed you in. but you were standing still in the pool like you chose to be there.
something tight and ugly coiled in his chest.
a few people crowded the edge asking if you were okay. some guys still in the pool swam over to check on you, since you scared a few with the sudden fall and splash. you donât answer right away. your eyes half-lidded, completely unconcerned, like the world didnât just knock you off your feet, literally this time.
sukuna doesnât remember setting the beer down.
but by the time he gets to the pool, his jaw is clenched, and his shoulders are rigid. youâre brushing wet hair out of your face with annoying calm. bringing obvious attention your chest. your shirt clings to you like a second skin, the collar wet and sticking low on your chest revealing most of your cleavage. the hickey he marked your skin with last night prominent, but it wasnât enough to keep almost all the men around you from checking you out. especially the pebbling of your nipples through your sheer shirt, your thin bra doing absolutely nothing.
you donât even notice, youâre entirely somewhere else, staring at the reflection of the lights wobbling on the surface.
but sukuna notices.
his jaw tightens so hard it aches. he steps in fast. his broad shoulders cut through the half-circle of bodies like heâs clearing a path on instinct alone. he opens his mouth, already halfway to saying something stupid and vagueâsome bullshit or anything that will get you out of the water and away from these perverts eyesâ
then two hands slams into his shoulder blades. hard and rough.
he stumbles, more from surprise than force. his boots skid on the wet concrete as someone shouts his name. but once he turns, itâs too late. the shove sends him backwards. and thereâs a split second where his eyes meet yours.
then he hits the water.
the splash is loud. bigger than yours. the cold shock drags the breath out of him as he goes under. the crowd ohâs all turning in disbelief, everyone looking to see the perpetrator.
sukuna suddenly breaks the surface. hot steam was leaving his ears as he swears loudly, water streaming down his face, finally snapping you out of your disillusion.
you blink.
âoh,â you say flatly, like he just walked into a room instead of being shoved into a pool.
sukuna glares at the edge of the pool, cap floating in the water and hair plastered to his forehead. he looks feral, like a wet tiger. furious and somehow still very aware of the fact that youâre standing a few feet away, wet shirt clinging, eyes finally focused on him.
the laughter around you grows, the party rolling on, but sukuna doesnât hear any of it.
he only sees you.
and the fact that now everyone else does too.
âdid you get thrown in?â he barks in your direction.
you shrug.
he mimics your shrug in irritation, âfuck is that supposed to mean? yeah or no?â
you roll your eyes, âno I wasnât shoved,â you tsked, moving to the edge. sukuna watches you closely, eyes following every moment, along with all the men staring you down. you carefully climb out, water falling from you as utahime helps you.
âdid you fall in?â she mutters in confusion, because one second you were dancing beside her, the next she heard a splash and you were gasping out.
you flush, head hitting her shoulder, âcan we leave?â
she nods frantically, arm wrapping around yours as she leads you away. both of you ignoring the fuming man still in the pool.
shoko and the rest had came to the pool after the commotion, the boys gravitated to their overly pissed vice president, while shoko met you and utahime half-way.
âitâs over,â sukuna starts, easily hoisting himself out of the pool, abs clenching and beefy arms flexing as water cascades down his toned chest, âend the mixer, we got what we want.â
gojo frowns, âbut the nights still young.â
âI did see a couple people start puking,â geto grits in annoyance.
âand more people have been coming since the videos of the apology were posted,â nanami adds, causing both geto and gojoâs eyes to bulge, both feeling sukunaâs eyes close in controlled anger.
âpull the plug,â he utters through clenched teeth. gojo groans in annoyance, dragging his feet towards the dj as geto glances back at his wet friend. the man was standing completely still, strong arms crossed, reeking of chlorine and alcohol and face pulled into a permanent scowl. he quietly observed shoko and utahime across the yard as they squeezed your drenched shirt, while you tried to brush them off. a weak attempt when he sees you give up in seconds and just close your eyes in exhaustion.
geto glances silently between sukuna and you, brows pinching in thought. everybody in the frat was beginning to get a hint at your relationship with sukuna. many of them had a list of go-to girls theyâd call up for a quick fuck. however, geto and gojo were beginning to realize how youâre starting to become the exception for most of sukunaâs rules.
it was odd in a way, seeing sukuna staring daggers at you across the yard, deaf to the complaints that echo through the crowd.
gojo had taken the mic to conclude the hectic mixer, people moaned and groaned, dragging their feet as he cut the music. sukuna watches you closely, eyes narrowing when he sees a few guys stop by you, unable to make out a word, but he can see them eyeing your chest.
âIâm gonna cut the music in the house, do you wanna round the people upstairs and in the basement?â geto pats sukunaâs shoulder, but the man shrugs him off, ignoring what he said to head in the opposite direction of the house.
youâre completely worn out from the day, shoko was checking her phone to call an uber for you guys, while utahime did her best to airdry you.
âsâ whatever, weâll just take the subway if the uber guy wonât let us in,â you mutter in defeat. however, utahime just whines lowly, brows furrowed.
âI wish I brought a jacket. weâre not getting on the subway when youâre basically see through,â utahime huffs, lips parting before catching something behind you, her face going dead still.
âwhat?â your brows furrow, following her line of vision over your shoulder.
sukuna stands directly behind you, brooding aura towering over the three of you, hair damp and water still dripping from his jeans as he eyes your chest. you frown, hands coming up to your collar, pulling the sticky shirt from your skin to shake it out. âyou need something bud?â
his frown deepens, âparties over.â
shoko and utahime roll their eyes, âyeah weâre leaving,â utahime tsks. sukuna, however, pays the girls no mind, keeping his gaze locked on you and the annoyance itched in your face.
fuck, youâre so goddamn irritating! his mind screams, veins straining in his arms. it was almost impressive how you could get under his skin with just a look. he can practically read what your face was saying. you wonât believe a word he says.
his hand moves on its own, touching your wet cheek with his thumbâ
âuberâs here,â shoko interrupts. you barely bat an eye as you brush past the fratboy, heading around the house with utahime beside you and shoko behind, both girls rolling their eyes at the man.
while the only good thing that happened today was the uber letting you ride soaked, sukuna had a longer night kicking people out of the frat. luckily nanami stayed for a bit to help, along with yuno, as members started dragging people passed out in the basement and the yard. geto kept dragging gojo by the ear because he kept flirting with girls.
nonetheless, today is really the gift that keeps on giving. a handful of pledges are cleaning up the kitchen as the older members start shoving people out. sukuna had just thrown some guy slamming the front door shut just when a familiar figure descends the stairs, dawned in one of his sweats and tshirt.
âfucking christ,â sukuna inhales sharply, walking away. âget the fuck out.â he doesnât even care to point out his clothes on the sorority president.
âsukuna,â she cooes wickedly. âi forgive you.âsukunaâs vein twitches. âi know youâre angry at me, but i just wanted to say sorry. I can make it up to you, I didnât wanna throw that drink on you but people were whispering about you and that girl, and I just couldnât help it,â her small arms reach for the manâs bicep, just for the cord inside him to snap.
he shoves her arm off, her small frame stumbles back.
âdonât fucking touch me!â his dark orbs cut through her instantly, goosebumps breaking out across her skin. âif you touch me one more time, Iâll snap yâer fucking neck.â
the air between them goes quiet. a few stragglers glance as they make their way to the exit followed by a couple pledges shooing them with brooms.
yorozu swallows a lump, eyes shining with quick tears that further annoy the frat boy. she takes a cautious step forward, âbut I said Iâm sorryââ
sukuna clicks his tongue, loud and heartless. âwhen I told ya I never wanted anything to do with you, I wasnât fucking joking. itâs not my fault you got yâer brain fried because i fucked you twice, and ya think I want anything to do with you after. but if you need me to say again, here it is. I. hate. your. fucking. guts,â he spits with shameless cruelty.
her lip trembles, ây-you donât have to like me. we can just have sex.â
âsex?â he scoffs, âIâd rather fuck a brick wall then stick my dick anywhere near your loose ass cunt again. we only fucked when i was piss drunk,â the girl is already in tears. wet lips parting. âand I didnât even like it then, and I like anything drunk.â
âyou donât mean that!â she sobs.
âI do,â sukuna tsks in disgust, walking past the sorority president, but the second her fingers make contact with his passing bicep, he snaps. âfuck off!â sukunaâs shout had her flinching, and the entire house stilling.
he side steps yorozu, looking straight at two members âsomeone get her out of this house.â
â
utahime and shoko both crashed at your place for the night. the two girls deciding on it themselves, unfortunately, you didnât have the guts to reject them. so instead you silently stood under the hot water, mind desperately trying to forget the events of the night as you closed your eyes. the water slowly cascades down your body, washing off the all the chlorine and stench from the party.
you could barely keep your eyes open in the uber, but now your mind wonât stay quiet. instead it felt like you were being punished as thoughts of yorozu making a scene at the party, a drink getting thrown at sukuna, your meeting this morningâ
a sudden knock interrupts your thoughts. âsorry, I really needa pee,â utahime pokes her head in.
âyeah âs fine,â you reply behind the curtain.
the night â as long, loud, and chaotic as it was â ended abruptly with your body hitting the bed like a dropped sandbag. you grumbled to shoko and utahime that you couldnât keep your eyes open, even though the truth was the opposite: you were exhausted everywhere except your mind, which refused to shut up.
now the apartment is silent, save for the soft, uneven breathing of your friends. shoko is folded awkwardly on the air mattress in the living room. utahime is half-buried in a throw blanket on the couch, both dead to the world. meanwhile, youâre lying awake in your room still, eyes open, body heavy, and brain still sparking like a live wire.
you wanted the silence of sleep to take over, to quiet everything. but it wasnât coming easy. the meeting earlier today replaying in your mindâŠyour examsâŠthat annoying drama filled kiss.
your throat tightens as you glance at the antidepressants on your nightstand. you donât crave them. you resent them. youâve been successfully wearing them off for the last few weeks. youâve been sleeping much better since another relief has taken itâs place, one that fills your mind and body with a shot of dopamine. but as three am ticks by, the silence grows teeth, and you finally let a finger nudge the lid.
the trazodone bottle makes the smallest click when it opens, obscenely loud in the quiet. you swallow thickly, dry-mouthed, pulse still humming from long day, and the absence of a certain tattooed frat boy as a distraction youâre trying very hard not to think about.
you shake out a single pill and glare at it like it personally wronged you before chasing it down with a lukewarm sip of water. it doesnât knock you out. it doesnât save you. it simply smooths the jagged edge of awareness, dulling the quiet just enough for you to stop wanting to crawl out of your own skin.
not a cure, or a setbackâŠjust a pill for the night.
and even that feels like defeat.
unfortunately, sukuna didnât have a pill to quiet the demons. instead his shower consisted of a growing fire inside him. annoyance and irritation scratching at his insides as he replayed the moments that have lead him into punching his shower wall until it cracked, and his knuckles bled.
âfuck!â
his back heaved with each breath, eyes bloodshot as he eyed his bruised hand. none of it able to snap his mind from spiraling.
his heavy footsteps rattled his room, mind pounding and thoughts like daggers. how could he be so worked up after heâs so close to the end of the semester? but after the stunt yorozu pulled, and now youâre throwing it back in his face, every path he takes feels like battle. and of all the things currently unraveling in his life, his fucking sex buddy wasnât supposed to be an added problem. that was the whole point of the fucking agreement!
sukuna groans face buried in the mattress, pillow over his head.
a kiss? was it the action that set you off? or was it because it was yorozu? if it was the latter than he wouldnât blame you. either way, you didnât even know her like he did, how could you get so worked up over that. and from what he could tell, the sunken look on your face, the exhaustion you were desperate trying to hide â you shouldâve just stayed and let him fuck you. thatâs why heâs here.
nonetheless, it didnât matter how many circles sukuna thought himself into. his mind kept him awake for a majority of the night, unaware of your own thoughts that snuck into your dreams.
starting from this point on, it was a waiting game.
sunday morning arrives too quickly. the pill never fully pulled you under, but it softened the night enough for you to function, like applying a blur filter to a scene you didnât want to watch in high definition.
shoko and utahime kept a close eye on you when you all went out for coffee. your movements were slightly sluggish, your reactions a bit delayed, and your emotions dulled. neither of them questioned it at first, considering how utahime was slightly hungover from last night, and shoko was chugging her coffee like it would quiet her nicotine addiction.
now, the three of you are camped out at the library long before noon, claiming your usual corner table with your notebooks, ipads and laptops out. the half-finished coffees surrounding you. the atmosphere is studious, but restless.
the calm before a week thatâs about to devour all of you.
your eyes stay glued to the page, but your mind keeps cutting elsewhereâŠthe argument, the pool, the drink spilled, the confrontation with the sorority president, her voice like ice against your spine.
you groan internally, despising how often the memory resurfaces, but you hate even more how sukuna is distracting you. you drag your pen across your notebook, trying to rewrite what youâd just been thinking before.
shoko yawns, mumbling something about regretting the drinks she had towards the end of the night. your pen freeze on the page. utahimeâs eyes widen, noticing your sunken expression.
âhey,â she nudges you with her foot under the table, her expression sharper than her tone. âdo you wanna talk aboutâŠyou know?â she tries to soften her voice for you. shoko finally realizing what sheâd said, her cheeks flushing, whyâd she bring up the party!?
you glance between your friends, smiling, âi was just thinking about the meeting I had.â you notice both your friends fall quiet. eyes filled with pity. you laugh quietly, tone laced with rejection, tapping your pen on the table, âkinda embarrassing how I thought Iâd actually get an internshipââ
shokoâs brows pinch tight, âdonât say that. this happens to everyone. I didnât get a thousand internships either. that shouldnât be a direct reflection of your abilities,â shoko huffs, her mind still pounding from her hangover. but utahime nods along, just as serious.
âyeah, remember I told you, it could still be beneficial in the long run. everything happens for a reason,â her hand squeezes your forearm.
the sudden confidence in you pouring from your friends wasâŠsuffocating.
you swallow thickly, nodding your head. âyeah,â you mutter, the slight dejection in your voice completely going over your friends heads as they smile. neither of them realizing the amount of rejection youâre nursing. how their belief in whatever you wanna do in the future is making you feel even more insecure. why are you even trying to pursue something so hard? you should just keep your attention focused on your exams, and medical schoolâŠ.
utahime tries to read your distant expression, nibbling on her cheek. shoko and utahime exchange glances wondering if this was a good time. it was the selfish part of them that wanted to know.
âhave you heard anythingâŠ?â utahime cuts the study session again. you glance up with a raised brow. âfrom him?â
your heart skips a beat, palms clammy and the instinctual eye roll was hard to control as you scoff. âthatâs the furthest thing from my mind right now.â
âthatâs good, what he did gave me the biggest ick ever,â shoko adds, with utahime nodding erratically.
âyeah you donât need that type of energy around you. you definitely deserve someone better,â utahimeâs firm words seem to hit you the wrong way as you sigh.
your eyes cut up to your friends, half lidded with a hint of irritation, âhe was never my boyfriend. I donât wanna explain this again.â
âwe know we know, weâre just saying heâs just so ughââ utahime going into further detail about last nights events wasnât helping your pounding headache and growing nausea.
meanwhile, across campus, sukuna wakes up like heâs been resurrected by bad decisions. his head splits first, then the world slowly loads around it.
heâs completely overslept. the frat house is unnervingly quiet, sunlight slicing through his blinds like a punishment. then he registers his phoneâs nonstop vibration â notifications, tags, blurry photos, videos, comments heâll never read.
a disgruntled groan leaves the beast as he lazily swipes through the notification on his lock-screen, then drops the phone on his chest with another groan. hundreds of messages. a thousand shitty reminders of last night.
but not a single notification from you.
the absence hits harder than the hangover. not dramatic, or poetic. just⊠noticeable.
you flip a page. sukuna rubs his temples. both of you brace yourselves without saying it out loud: exams start tomorrow, summer is close enough to smell, and the next week is going to feel a lot longer without the other to drown in.
a week of hell.
sunday was spent a majority in the library. utahime left towards the late afternoon after finishing her essays. she only has two finals this week â unlike you and shoko â I guess thatâs the perks of being a fashion major, and business minor.
you, on the other hand, felt like every passing second studying was like you were crawling your way out of hell. your body was sinking and your mind was wandering. the food truck food between you and shoko was only keeping you alive, not satisfying your hunger.
either way, the next day is when things slowly began to fall apart. specifically after your first exam.
the monday sun hits the courtyard like a spotlight. everyone looks exhausted, a little dehydrated, and stressed as hell. you, shoko, and utahime are halfway through lunch when utahime freezes mid-scroll, eyebrows shooting up.
âwhat?â shoko sips her iced coffee.
uathime is almost pale, turning the phone to shoko. you glance up, noticing both their frozen reactions.
âwoah, i wanna see,â you say, crawling before they can react. and of courseâ
the biggest sorority on campus â kappa phi pearl â posted multiple different party recap photos/videos of saturdayâs mixer at delta alpha stride. except the recap is basically exposing everything in pink glitter.
âwhat theâŠâ you lean over, eyes narrowing at the first slide of their third post.
front and center: a photo of their president, yorozu, drunk-grinning, breasts pushing out of her top, hands gripping sukunaâs collar, and mouth pressed to his in the kiss he clearly did not initiate that night.
a wave of nauseous crawls up your throat. his crimson eyes are half-lidded in the photo, one brow raised, hand already mid-motion pushing her off-frame, irritated. but seeing him kiss her again, had an unwelcome feeling twisting in your gut for the second time.
âwhy would they even post that?â utahime scoffs in shock.
your finger just swipes to the next slide: the fight.
sukuna is on the patio, wild hair damp under his backwards baseball cap, shirt drenched from yorozuâs spilled drink, veins sharp with anger, jaw tight like it was carved specifically to ruin lives. and his finger was pointing at someone off-screen.
âwhen was this?â shoko questions.
you lick your bottom lip, breath-controlled. âI think after she threw her drink at him and I walked back to you guys.â
the comments however were eating that slide up:
ânot him fighting the air again đâ
âanger issues from our captain!! moreeeđ«Šđ«Šâ
âred flag but⊠like⊠smashhhđâ
âwhatâs his @âŠfor b-blocking purposes ofcđâ
âwhen was this?? i always miss the drama!â
shoko cringes at the comments, while you swipe to the next slideâŠand of course itâs a video of the pool, and you just happen to be falling into it at the same moment.
âyouâre not even part of the sorority??â utahime exclaims in disgust. âwhy would they choose this video??â
âI guess because those sorority girls are dancing on the side,â shoko tsks. your brows furrow as you watch yourself. your soaked shirt clinging to your chest for all their followers to see. however the camera pans back to the sorority girls on the side, and they startâŠ.laughing.
âwhat the fuck?!â shoko and utahimeâs shout, jaws slack in shock, including yours.
âwait guysâŠâ you turn to them in disbelief. âare we in high school again?â
âthatâs literally insane,â shokoâs dumbfounded. âwhyâre you catching strays?â
âno for real, what the hell??â
this canât be real? youâve never been apart of any drama in college because it was so easy not to be apart of it, unlike high school. but after one night, it seems like your luck has run out.
âIâm gonna report them,â utahime starts, shoko hums as your head drops back.
âthey donât even know my name, why would they even include that in their recap?â your voice is laced with annoyance.
utahime tsks, âforget about them, Iâll handle it, especially because I can say some shit about your shirt literally showing everytââ utahime stops herself. âand weâre definitely skipping suguruâs shitty pool party this week too.â
âand we still have so many exams,â shoko whines, immediately letting reality set as you lean back into the sun.
âthis sucks,â you mutter, fingers picking at the grass. your eyes drift towards the library youâll inevitably end up in later. there was nothing distracting you from the overwhelming doom of finals weekâŠand now this drama, and you donât have a buffer. no sukuna.
âshe fell in and still looked hotter than everyoneâ
âsurprised no one jumped in after herđ„”â
sukunaâs blood boils with every comment he scrolls through.
the boys had sent pearlâs recap posts to the groupchat, and after gojo came crashing into the vp after his final. sukuna was forcefully shoved their instagram page in his face, to see the multiple recap posts. gojo is swearing up and down about the first recap post they uploaded, where it was multiple different videos of his humiliating apology, minus sukunaâs part, he was livid. all the while sukuna is immediately recognizing himself on the cover of the next recap post.
âwhat the fuck?â
sukuna stops in the middle of the sidewalk. grip tightening around gojoâs phone.
âyeah man, thereâs a thousand fucking angles of this goddamn apology andââ
sukuna quickly pulls out his own phone, finally checking the notifications heâs been avoiding since yesterday.
ânot thatâwhy the fuck would they post this shit?â sukuna grits, jaw tense as he sees the photo of yorozu kissing him. the comments are a mess, different people wondering if their favorite tiktok influencer/ sorority president is dating this guy. people tagged him a million times in their now deleted stories. a couple other fraternities and sororities that were there that night, posting their own recap posts with the apology, the fight he had on the patio, or him falling in the pool.
the worst one was their were just as many random comments about you. even though many girls had jumped in the pool, it was seeing your nipples through your shirt that sent many into orbit. or that bored expression you had that had so many commenting about how nonchalant you looked completely drenched.
âIâm gonna fucking kill them,â sukuna swears, quickly swiping through all the photos. there were more of him randomly, and gojo. it was normal for a recap post, but their captions were beyond misleading.
âtell me about it,â gojo swears, arm crossed as he glares at his phone. his speech playing from the speaker. âwhy wouldnât they add your part.â
sukuna scrolls through the group chat briefly.
âa lot of the sororities unblocked us though. but I canât stand this humiliation,â gojo grits, ruffling his white hair as he glances around, then stops⊠âdid you get any texts from,â gojo mutters your name cautiously.
sukuna freezes.
âhavenât checked. been studying since yesterday,â he mutters sharply, cutting any further discussion. gojo hums, rocking on his heels catching the vpâs attention. his brow cocks in irritation at his friend. âwhat?â
silence followed the one word question, but sukunaâs eyes narrowed as he noticed gojo glancing over his shoulder. nodding subtly in the direction.
it had been less than forty-eight hours since the night. however, the ugly pit that sank deep in his gut was immediately triggered by your presence on the courtyard.
you were laying on the grass beside shoko and utahime. eyes closed under the spring sun. your lips parting still talking to your friends.
the unexpected twist in sukunaâs chest left a bad taste in the back of his throat. the memories resurfacing in seconds as his jaw locks. you hadnât texted him, or called, but he also hadnât reached out either. why would he? you were accusing him of everything!
âi was gonna say hi,â gojo treads carefully, eyeing his friend for any reaction.
sukuna shrugs his backpack higher on his shoulder. his gaze sweeps over you again. the wind gently brushes your hair as you sit up on your arm. youâre pointing at utahime as you say something.
âIâm gonna gooo nooowâŠ.â gojo drags each syllable, taking slow steps onto the grass of the courtyard. his hands in his pockets as he looks back at his grumpy friend.
sukuna shoots him an unamused expression, lip curled in a scowl at the white haired manâs antics. âthen go.â
gojo frowns, âyou donât wanna say hi to your girlfriend?â
the word immediately triggers the tatted man, the vein in his temple snaps. he shoots a sharp glare at gojo as he turns on his heel. âfucking dick.â
gojo laughs, running after his friend. âIâm kidding Iâm kidding! youâre so sensitive!â he throws his arm over sukunaâs shoulder, just to be shoved off by said man.
unbeknownst to either of them, your eyes had drifted from utahime to the commotion a couple feet behind her. your expression dulled at the sight of the six foot so athlete. he looked offensively good for someone just walking out of a final. his jeans sit low on his hips, a clean black t-shirt stretched slightly over a frame built from a strict schedule and diet, and a backwards baseball cap that only makes him look more like a hot fratboy. the familiar plain backpack hangs off one shoulder, and his headphones are looped around his neck.
of course, you recognize the familiar white haired man walking beside him, oversized hoodie half-zipped, sunglasses on, grinning like heâs just said the most diabolical thing ever. he nudges sukunaâs shoulder while talking, but sukuna barely reacts, hands stuffed in his pockets, posture loose, steps slow and sure, like the courtyard parts a little just for him without him noticing.
you wonder if other people see him the way you do? waitâ
âyou wanna head to library now?â shoko cuts your thoughts, ripping your attention away from the retreating men.
âyeah letâs go,â you stand, ignoring the slight flush that dusts your cheeks when you notice shoko and utahime glancing back. both catching sight of the men you were looking at.
âoh,â utahime slips, eyes trying to meet yours, but youâre already walking in the opposite direction.
as stressful and chaotic the week has been, sukuna still attempts to let off some steam with a run after his exam.
spring is melting into summer, humid and merciless, and it shows on him: sweat-drenched shirt clinging to a torso carved by D1 soccer conditioning, athletic shorts riding high on his muscular thighs showing off the bands of ink that wrap around each thigh, calves glistening from the pump, and headphones peeling off his ears as he crosses the yard. his backwards cap never moves, casual, and infuriatingly attractive, lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat running down his faceâ even cardio couldnât shake the arrogance out of his silhouette.
heâs breathing hard, body and temper still calibrating back to baseline when he returns to the house like a quiet storm cloud. the door slams harder than intended, rattling the crooked banner the new pledge-turned-members half-hung for fridayâs pool party.
the frat is anything but quiet as sukuna crosses the house stepping onto the patio to see a majority of the members hanging out in the hot weather studying, or fooling around.
âoh! captain how was your run?â a younger member, also apart of the soccer team comes up to the sukuna as he grabs an energy drink from the cooler.
âfine,â sukuna dryly replies, still lost in his mind when he notices one of the new members. the first-year is sitting on the outdoor couch, legs kicked up, sorting through the weekâs mail like itâs arts and crafts. folders, packages, envelopes, junk flyers from ads⊠and one sleek black folder stamped with a foreign crest that makes sukuna freeze mid-sip.
the first-year doesnât notice the silence curdling behind him. his fingers flip the folder open, careless and nosy, like a guy whoâs forgotten he was a pledge just a week ago. sukuna knows that folder. the same way a wolf knows its territory. his name is printed on the front, bold, clean, important. the first-year squints at it like heâs trying to solve some puzzle sukuna never gave him.
âheyâŠyou guys get folders like this often?â the kid says, voice a little too loud for someone whoâs inches away from committing a crime.
sukuna moves before anyone can blink.
one second heâs across the patio, the next his shadow is towering over the first-year, swallowing the afternoon sun whole.
he suddenly rips the folder from the kidâs hands. it was primal. the paper crackles in his grip. a few of the frat brothers look up from their beer-less studying circles, from the pool cleaning equipment, from their phones, and immediately feel the air shift.
âthe hell do you think youâre doing?â sukuna speaks, low and molten. no tremor or shout, but simmering control.
the first-year feels his stomach drop to his ass, heart racing as sweat builds on his forehead. âi didnâtâi was justâ it thought it was an a-adââ he sputters excuses, but sukuna doesnât hear a single syllable. the air around him sharpens as the members exchange glances. because sukuna snapping is normal. but sukuna grabbing a folder like it contains someoneâs soul? thatâs new.
they feel the warning signs lighting up one by one.
âdonât fucking open the mail,â sukuna spits, just as gojo is stepping out onto the patio, decked in his usual sunglasses,completely shirtless, and swim shorts hanging low on his hips, unashamed of the fresh hickey decorating his sharp v-line, or the scratches down his back, or the girl disappearing out the front door.
âwhatâs going onââ gojo reaches for a juice box, then stops. his eyes catch the folder in sukunaâs hand, the air grows thicker. âoh shit.â
sukuna frowns, cutting the punishment he was about to inflict on the first-year short. he crosses the patio, passing gojo with a silent threat not to speak as he enters the house. but gojo isnât one to listen to threats, as he follows the vp.
âyo, whenâd they email you?â
sukuna ignores him, heading towards the stairs to his room.
âdude?! i thought you werenâtââ gojo huffs when sukuna continues up the stairs, completely ignoring him. geto is stepping out of the bathroom freshly showered, towel held by one hand when he hears gojo shouting. âwell iâm happy for you, asshole!â
geto raises a brow as sukuna passes himâ immediately noticing the folder.
âoh shit.â
sukuna grits, jaw tensing.
âwhen is itââ geto starts, just for sukunaâs door to slam in his face. geto looks down the stairs, making eye contact with gojo as the two exchange irritated looks due to their hot headed friend. âfuck is his problem?â
gojo throws his hands up in an exasperated shrug. âdonât know. he was the one giving me shit over winter break for getting in one.â
geto hums, brows furrowed, âheâs been a dick all week.â
âstop talkinâ shit outside my door!â sukuna snaps from his room.
back inside, sukuna drops the folder on his bed, his breathing is still, eyes sharp as if he can read the contents through the black concealment. his beefy arms cross in thought, his mind spiraling as he stares holes into the folder.
this is both the best outcome, and the worst possible timing ever.
sukuna snatches the folder ripping it open.
the days felt like centuries. every final felt like a part of your lifespan being sucked away. each moment spent studying something you know youâll definitely forget, felt like absolute torture and humiliation. reading the same question on the exam, and remember studying that exact topic, but forgetting how to solve it, was just god laughing at you.
but the cherry on top was returning home wednesday night with most of your finals under your belt, only two left, but you were so lost in your mind that you couldnât recognize the man standing beside a parked car, hand in his pocket talking on the phone.
your headphones blasted music thatâll definitely be the cause of your hearing loss in a few years. you unlock your apartment, shoulder dropping, letting your bag hit the ground, already feeling the exhaustion of the day building up behind your eyes, ready to cry in the showerâ
âyouâre here!â a loud squeal sends you flying ten feet in the air, just as a little four year-old comes crashing into you.
âwhat theââ you stumble back, holding the little girl, keeping your balance as you glance up, wide-eyed. âwhen did you get here??â
standing just a few feet away was jennie, your older sister, aka. the person you trust the most in life, and your biggest op.
âweâre in the city for samiâs meetings, our flight leaves friday, did you not see him downstairs by the car?â jennie asks, crossing the tiny living room to reach you, her arms wrapping over your shoulders for a tight hug. âi tried calling you, but i guess you were still in class.â
âfinals actually,â you mutter, arms loose around her frame, forehead dropping on her shoulder. âIâm so tired.â
your sister coos, squeezing you tighter before pulling away. âwell i bought you some pastries.â
âi want some!â your niece, yazzy, huffs by your leg.
âyou had some,â jennie picks her up as she steps further into the apartment. you quietly glance at the suitcase by the couch, along with nice dress your sister was wearing, a couple of yazzyâs toys were also lying around. âdid you have dinner yet?â
you shake your head, following her to the kitchen.
âmommy got you spaghetti and chicken!â yazzy claps, as your sister laughs lightly, you smile.
âwe got dinner for yazzy, i asked them to box some pasta for you too,â your sister pulls the box of food from the microwave to keep it warm. âi put the pastries over the fridge, to keep âem away from this one,â she pumps yazzy up on her hip for emphasis.
you sit at the small kitchen table, grabbing the box of pasta. âthanks, you didnât have to get me so much food,â you cautiously glance at her as she sets yazzy back down. âare you guys gonna stay the night?â a small part of you twists at the thought, but you shove it down. âI have the air mattress too, so i can take the couch and you and sami can sleep in the room with yazzy since i need the lights on to study.
you sister picks at the table, still standing across from you avoiding your eyes, âfavor?â
your frown.
she smiles, full of semi-guilt, âsami has another fundraiser, it started an hour agoâŠand i was wondering if you could watch yazzy for the night so i can go with him.â
âjen.â
âIâm sorry, i tried calling you all day, but you werenât answering!â
âi had finalsââ
âall day?â
âI was studying, I wasnât checking my phone,â you huff, glaring at your sister. your throat constricts as yazzy makes noises a few feet away with her toys. the tv playing some cartoon. âyou couldnât get a nanny for the night?â
jennie glares back at you, the type that makes you roll your eyes, âyou know I donât like that.â
âbut you can get a personal driver in a city you donât even live in,â you bite back coldly.
her tongue clicks, âthatâs completely different.â
âwhatever,â you grumble, neither of you breaking eye contact, until she glances over your face again.
âyou look dead.â
you frown, âitâs almost like itâs not finals week, exactly why I canât watch yazzy.â
âIâm asking for one thing idiot. itâs her bed time anyways, let her sleep the night and Iâll pick her in the morning before your classââ
âfinal.â
âyeah, whatever,â jennie always has a way of getting under your skin in seconds, and the easiest possible way is making you feel like shit for saying no, especially to her. âdad was also telling me to check on you.â
your frown deepens, finally glancing away.
âasked me if I knew you werenât taking your mcats this summer,â she drawls, you briefly glance for her reaction. âI told him I knew.â
âwhat the hell??â
she sighs, sitting in front of you, her arms cross, âI wasnât going to lie if he directly asks. I just wanted to check on my baby sisterââ
âdonât say that,â you cringe.
she laughs, âwell I wanted to make sure youâre okayââ
âand dump your kid on meââ
âyour niece, who you havenât seen in awhile,â she cuts in coolly, because when is she not?
you gasp, âI literally saw you guys in the summer. sorry you didnât feel like visiting over winter break.â
your sister waves you off, âwell are you doing okay?â
âyeah, Iâm fine,â you lie through your teeth, and your sister immediately narrows her eyes.
âI thought you were getting off the antidepressants?â
your jaw tenses, eyes narrowing harshly, âwhyâre you going through my stuff?â
âtechnically this is still my apartmentââ
âyour husbands,â you correct.
she brushes your comment, again, âthe bottles are like empty.â
âdramatic much? thereâs still a few left. Iâm just taking them this week, literally not your problem,â you huff, regretting the fact that she knows about this part of you. she has a cruel way of throwing any secret you tell her, back in your face.
âwell when you act like a snappy bitch then Iâm not dramatic since you have such an attitude,â she coldly claps back.
your blood freezes, annoyance boiling up inside, âyouâre so annoying,â you mutter, standing up, completely over this interrogation.
jennieâs eyes narrow as you grab your bag from the front door. âwhy do you always get so defensive? Iâm just talking to you, and you always get so butt-hurt?â
âIâm not butt-hurt, I just hate the way you talk to me like Iâm an idiot,â you roll your eyes, already feeling the face your sister makes when sheâs irritated and ready to rip you apart. it was a face that you felt deep in your soul, you knew and hated it so much.
âmore like sensitive,â she points. your eyes roll into the back of your skull. âignoring me?â
âwhatever, go. Iâll watch yazzy,â you snap, âyouâre so annnoying,â you mutter, not low enough for jennie to miss it though. you toss your bag into your room, making the four year old glance back at you and her mom from the couch.
âmaybe take another pill too cool the flip down then,â jennie says as she crosses the small apartment to yazzy, kissing her forehead. âbe good to auntie.â
your arms are crossed, weight leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom, beaded curtain resting on your back as you watch your sister grab her purse, fixing her heels on. she glances up at you, matching your harsh expression with her own. âcall dad. him nagging me is annoying as hell.â
âalmost like thatâs not my life every freakinâ week,â you snap coldly.
âalMosT liKe tHatâs nOt mY liFe evERy weeK,â she mimics. your blood pressure spikes in seconds, successfully rage baiting you like the perfect older sister. ânight.â she disappears with an eye roll, door shutting behind her.
your head drops, mind pounding as you hear your four-year old niece singing in the living room.
your sister brought up dad in the worst possible time, because now youâre spiraling as you pull up your phone, tapping your dadâs contact to read the multiple messages heâs sent you since the last time you spoke to him at the library. not only was he sending you forms to fill out for the hospital, he was sending you other doctors contacts, and their kids contacts who are in med school now. fuck!
âcan we watch a movie together?â yazzy cuts in from the living room. you glance over, the girl is smiling so brightly it was blinding, and quite exhausting, it was nearing nine at night and she was not looking close to being tired.
âyup, lemme shower real quick and we can watch.â
one movie led to another, then another, until the soundtrack of kpop demon hunters was playing on repeat in your head, especially because your niece keeps rewinding every song.
the overwhelming pit in your stomach grew larger. it was amusing to think you could study while also sitting with her. the music and her four year old voice singing along felt like pure torture. the headache grew into a twisting sensation in your temples, head dropping back on the couch.
you love her to deathâŠbut seriouslyâŠ
âagain, again!â she jumps in front of the tv as she rewinds the song to golden.
the looming shadow of tomorrowâs exam made you feel worse. your stomach began hurting with the anxiety of failureâŠ
as the night grew, you had to forcefully shut the tv after the clock struck eleven. the four year old would not stay still unless you laid beside her until she fell asleep. but the second you left her on your bed to go back to the living room to study, sheâd suddenly appear beside you again.
âyazzy,â you sigh, exhaustion seeping through your bones as you stand up carrying her back to bed.
âdonât leave,â she mutters under her breath, small hands clutching your shirt. âI canât sleep alone.â you sigh in defeat, humming. praying this time sheâll actually fall asleep so you can slip away again.
however, your prayers, once again, are not answered.
instead, you feel the moment you close your eyes, they were opening again, but the sun was up.
you wake up disoriented, the kind of heavy confusion that comes from sleep you never meant to have. the bed is warmer than it should be, sunlight harsher than it has any right to be, and your niece is already awake, blasting the same movie from last night.
your heart jolts awake before the rest of you does. you blink once, twice, and then it hits you like a thousand pound brick: you passed out, halfway off your meds, and completely off your shitty schedule.
you launch yourself out of bed, as the world tilts. your eyes quickly look around stumbling out of your room, landing on the floor after tripping on one of yazzyâs toys, scrambling over to grab your phone off the coffee table.
yazzy follows you with her eyes, music blasting from the tv behind her like a soundtrack to your mental breakdown.
the screen lights up. 9:34 AM.
âfuck!â
your exam is at 10. campus is 20 minutes away on a good day. and you still need to walk to the stationâmaybe the bus is fasterâ
âthatâs a bad word,â yazzy giggles, your brows crease, determined, albeit frazzled as shit. you stand up, senses sharper than they should be as you glance around the apartment like a crazy woman.
âmommy is not here yet?â
she shakes her head, sitting back on the couch, legs swinging as she looks at you standing in front of her.
you swallow thickly, not a single notification from your sister.
âIâll pick her up in the morning,â you mutter under your breath.
youâre dialing before your lungs fully refill. it rings. rings again. you pace back n forth, glancing around your apartment. âcome on, come on,â you mutter. your feet quickly grabbing your bag and shoving your laptop and random notes in, stuffing your keys and id in. you were failing to parent and student at the same time.
yazzy walks over, tugging your shorts. âIâm hungry,â she looks at the kitchen, your eyes folllowing.
fuck it, you quickly grab the box of pastries over the fridge ripping it open and handing her two pastries. âyou wanna quickly change?â
you run as fast as you can grabbing some clothes from the suitcase your sister left for her and handing her the clothes to change while you grab socks for yourself, a zip up hoodie and a baseball cap.
âare we going?â yazzyâs confused as she pulls the clean shirt on, her pajamas on the floor.
âyup, mommyâs gonna meet us in front of my school,â you start walking out the door, niece in hand, and bag over your shoulder.
then finally, jennie picks up. music, chatterâof course, sheâs at some other event.
âyou said morning!â you hiss, whisper-yelling like the walls are judging you, racing down the stairs, âitâs morning so where the hell are you?!â you spit.
âI texted you to tell me when your class was, you didnât answer,â she says coolly like your entire morning isnât hell right now.
you canât breathe, your heart was pumping in your ears, and your blood was on fire.
âI fell asleep,â you spit like it was her fault, which youâre unfairly putting on her, but you could care less. âmy exam is at 10, Iâm leaving the apartment nowââ
âwhereâs yazzyââ
âsheâs with me, Iâm not a freaking idiot. so you better be in front of the arts and science building ten minutes before I get there,â you snap.
âokay,â she aggressively snaps back, hanging up on you.
your blood spikes, groan curdling up your throat as you squeeze your nieces hand, holding back a scream.
on the street, the spring heat slaps you again. sweaty toddler beside you, your bed hair hiding under a baseball cap, backpack half-zipped, phone trapped in your hand. you speed-walk like youâre being chased, heart racing, eyes darting. you canât even tell if people are staring at the college girl dragging a toddler into the bus. but you know you look insane. you feel insane.
yazzy swings your linked hands happily, oblivious, giggling when you jog a little once you arrive at your stop. quickly exiting the bus, you cross the street faster. meanwhile, youâre spiraling â panic, rage, and anxiety.
you canât think, you check the time on your phone every second a minute passes. yazzy is still blabbing about the movie, humming golden under her breath as you slowly start panicking once it reaches 9:57 and you donât see jennie anywhere near your building.
you tighten your grip on yazzyâs tiny hand sprinting to the building, whispering a prayer that your sister arrives in the next minute or you might just kill her.
but itâs not until the clock strikes ten, does a slick black car pull up to the curb, your chest is heaving from running and the hot morning sun. while your sister steps out of the backseat, composed as can be.
âmommy!â yazzy smiles, running to her mom the second you take a step towards her.
âhi baby,â jennie easily scoops up the little girl, eyes flicking up to you with guilt as you step back. âthanks, and you didnât tell me what time last night so you canât blame meââ
âwhatever,â you snap, turning quickly to run into the building, not having a single second to spare as you run up the flight of stairs to your lecture hall.
youâre praying that your professor hasnât closed the doors yet, and maybe you shouldnât have, because the moment you step into the lecture, a sheer layer of sweat clinging to your skin, and chest heaving in your pajamas. youâre realizing youâre not ready for this exam at all.
nonetheless, you quickly mutter an apology to your professor, quickly grabbing the first available seat as the exams are being passed throughout the lecture hall.
the quiet shuffles and scribbles of pen on paper fill the lecture hall as the exam commences.
with the morning youâve had, you have to read each question thrice before youâre able to even attempt at answering the question.
unbeknownst to you, a familiar frat boy is sat three rows back. his pink hair just as unruly as his appearance. however, the second he sees you storming into the lecture hall, along with two other people that were late, he feels completely uneasy.
maybe itâs because there was an empty seat beside him. or that shoko hadnât greeted him when she took her seat a few rows back, hiding from any TAâs. but seeing you again since the courtyard, left that unfamiliar twist in his gut again. the one that clenched up in concern seeing your flustered state as you came running in.
his mind was internally screaming. forcing every braincell to focus on the exam in front of him. ignoring everything else.
the thudding in your chest doesnât seize until the last ten minutes are left, and youâre going back to the questions you left blank, quickly scribbling down a guess before standing up and handing your exam to a TA.
the weight of the morning hasnât fully set in once you step out into the spring heat.
did shoko finish already? in your alert state, youâd completely ignored everything around you, so itâs possible shoko had finished and left or is still in there. either way, your head tilts back, allowing the morning sun to grace your face. the buzzing in your bag suddenly starts again pulling you a frown from your lips.
then you feel a shadow.
your heart skips a beat. your lashes flutter softly, glancing up at the source. and you hate yourself. truly. your stomach twists and churns in confusion, and your throat feels tight and dry at the sight of him.
âwhat happened to ya?â
there was a softness to his casual tone. his own appearance wasnât impressive, looking like heâd rolled out of bed too. however, his eyes didnât look like a damn that was about to burst just from a single touch, like yours. but it did look like heâd melt between your fingers the moment you meet his eyes. he swallows thickly, holding his breath when you glance away, shruggingâŠthen your hand slowly comes up to your face, thankful for your baseball cap now.
âIâm justâŠâ you swallow. âthat was hard.â
sukuna hums, fingers cautiously reaching for your wrist. index finger caressing the bracelet around your wrist.
âi guessed on likeâŠall of it,â you mutter, rubbing your eyes to hold back your exhausted tears.
sukuna could feel his heart thudding against his chest. the events and unwelcome fight youâd had last weekend quietly haunts his mind like a silent cloud, unsure if itâll turn into rain, or get winded away. the bags under his eyes were similar to yours, clearly pulling an all nighter to study for the exam. but the tugging in his chest, wouldnât stop, even when you brushed a finger in the creases of your eyes.
âhow bad do i look?â
he blinks, eyes locked before he looks over, giving you a shrug. ânot too bad.â his hand gently tips your cap back to get a look at your face. âyou do have some dried drool here,â he lightly taps your cheek, an amused snort leaving his lips.
âseriously?â your hand comes up quickly, face hot as you lick your thumb and rubbing it off. âso embarrassing,â you mutter.
even after the exam, the heaviness that weighs down on your shoulders doesnât disappear. and sukuna towering in front of you only stirred an unknown feeling inside you that youâre not ready to address. especially when heâs still playing with your bracelet, then your necklace, thumb brushing your collarbone, as he takes a deep breath.
âwhereâre ya heading now?â he asks, tone gruff, but slightly soft around the edges.
âto shower, then come back and study,â you glance over your shoulder. âdonât know if shoko finished yetââ
âyâstill have another exam later?â
you shake your head, âtomorrow morning is my last one.â sukuna quietly nods, gaze still on your chest. âdo you have any exams left?â
he nods, âlast one is tomorrow too.â
the air quietly shifts, neither of you wanting to address the elephant in the room. his aura is silent, like a resting beast, unsure if you should wake him up or not. your heart picks up at the silence as another beat passes between you, when you hear chatter from a group beside you. your brows scrunch, overhearing a couple sentences.
âis that the captain?â
âI thought he was dating yoro?â
sukuna gaze darkens, the two of you glance at the group of sorority girls, with their similar bright colored outfits. his sharp brows scrunch, the tattoos on his face seem much more intimidating. especially when you feel that ugly twist in your stomach again, along with the prickles of disgust.
your casual step back automatically draws sukunaâs attention back to you. his hand slips from your wrist as you suck in a sharp breath.
sukuna frowns, frustration quickly boiling up like his cup has been steadily rising since the mixer. his temper has never been his best quality. âdonât justââ he starts, cutting himself short when you start walking away.
sukuna easily follows you, hand brushing your back, before standing in front of you. âjust tell me if the deals over.â he stares into you, cornering you. âyour fuckinâ choice.â
the sun beats down, heat stinging as sweat trickles down his forehead.
âwhy am i being put on the spot?â you mutter, embarrassment crawling up your spine as you glance away.
âyâer the one that caught an attitude, ignoring me tellinâ me not to touch you,â he claps back, immediately pushing your buttons as your eyes shoot up to him.
âme?!â
sukuna rolls his crimson eyes, snarl pulling at his lips, âjust tell me if ya still want this deal.â
âit sounds like you donât want it anymore since you think Iâm treating you like my boyfriend, which I never ever wantedâ you throw his words from the mixer back in his face.
âthatâs not what I meant when I said it,â he spits, neither of you addressing your pounding headaches, or the twists in your chests every time the other responds with the same cruelty and lack of empathy.
you shrug sarcastically, âwell itâs hard understanding anything since youâre the one that caught the attitude, and just started yelling at people.â
sukuna can hear his brain pounding against his ears. the blood pumping through his strained veins, grip tightening around the strap of his backpack. his eyes narrow, glancing over the flush across your face caused by the heat, the slight rising of your chest, and the gloss that shines across your lips.
âyou didnât answer the fuckinâ question,â he seethes between clenched teeth.
you frown. heart pounding.
do you still want this agreement?
after everything, and the rise in blood pressure heâs been the source of, the added stress from his drama. all of it was just a big. fat. headache.
âŠbut is it bigger than the one youâve already been nursing. with classes, assignments, medical school, jennie, dadâŠ
was sukuna making it worseâŠor is he something else?
you swallow thickly, glancing over his features. for a big man, he was radiating exhaustion, like heâd fall over with a small push. the intimidating scowl on his face couldnât fully mask the uncertainty behind his eyes. something you couldnât fully read either way, but pray heâs more sure when your lips part, âdo you still want it?â
sukuna is a cold man. his walls built up like steel, and reach the sky. you barely see a shift in his expression, if there is any, when you throw his question back.
âseriously?â he grits, lowâŠunsure.
his gaze doesnât leave you. his eyes quietly track down your figure as his mind rewires. it was difficult to form concrete thoughts about you. his emotions have always been scattered, it was the same reason he avoids relationships. the unpredictability and responsibility it adds, was not something he needed in his life right now.
however, you rarely, if ever, bring that level of stress to him.
you were nosy, but nothing compared to the craziness heâs had the displeasure of being with. you were also gentle when youâre alone, even more gentle when youâre tired. your hands are soft when they touch him, your body is even softer when heâd caress you when heâs deep inside. your stamina is surprisingly impressive, and you can handle him â at least in bed.
the agreement was working.
you were his perfect drug. no responsibility, no guilt. and yet, heâs ignoring the truth in this feeling. the one that physically forms into a twist in his chest.
his tone is stern, âI asked first.â
the perfect outlet was starting to slip through your fingers, but you couldnât admit it first. not because you didnât want him at the drop of a hat, but because you couldnât form a solid opinion on the man. it was a rollercoaster of emotions, and youâre not even sure how to have a conversation about a non-relationship dealâ
your thoughts cut, flinching at the loud horn.
sukuna steps back in surprise, arm immediately in front of you, pushing you back with him, away from the crub. a car suddenly pulls up beside you.
âwhat the fuckââ
the swears are ready to spill from his mouth, cursing off the crazy ass driver and the honking â until you push his arm aside.
âsorry,â you huff, an unfamiliar tone reaching your voice as you quickly walk towards the car, anger stirring behind your eyes. âI have to go.â
sukuna is completely frozen, silently watching you disappear into the SUV, barely catching sight of another woman in the car with you before its speeding away.
âwhat the fuck?â
sukuna was left completely in the dust, and the worst possible solution to his unaddressed, bubbling anger, is allowing his teammates to drag him out to the bar that same night.
a majority of them have finished their finals, and wanted to finally celebrate the end of the season. theyâd invited coach toji, but he declined, something about his son. either way, the division one soccer team packed into the crowded university bar and started a line of shots. a game was playing over the bar, as men and students shout as they drink.
sukuna knocked back the first shot without ceremony, but without resistance either. the liquor scorched a straight line down his throat, a familiar heat he could manage. his teammates hollered around him, already halfway to tipsy after the second round, but sukuna remained unnervingly steady like a rock in a river.
he enjoyed the team like this, uncomplicated, unfiltered, alive. he knew his role without having to explain it.
more of the team poured into the bar, shouting his name from across the bar. sukuna barely juts his chin in acknowledgment, the cold exterior familiar to the soccer players. they knew the type of person their captain was. theyâd witnessed him roaring on rainy fields, bleeding for wins, screaming tactics until his voice cracked. they knew the passion burned in their captain. it was the reason he was their captain and not their ace (debatable) gojo, who flaunts his talents almost every match.
speaking of the devil. gojo slides into the booth after his fourth shot, already flushed, already buzzing, and immediately launches into pool-party planning.
âdo we seriously have to talk about this now?â The goalie, and also a senior member of the frat, groans.
âyes! itâs tomorrow, and it has to be banger so people will forget that shit I said last weekend!â gojo screeches, pulling at his beautiful snowy locks, his sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. âpeople,â he hiccups, cheeks flushed, âpeople have been coming up to me, telling me about my small dickâI donât have a small dick!â
laughs echo across the table.
âitâs not funny!â gojo snaps.
âlike thatâs stopped any girls from sleeping with you this week,â geto snorts.
âthatâs not the point, itâs about my reputation,â gojo seethes. he then proceeds to dive in full, halfway through the night, assigning tasks to anyone who breathed in his direction. âkegs, iceâsomeone handle buying the drinks,â he said, waving a hand dramatically, then pointing at sukuna without hesitation. âcaptain, youâre on beer duty,â gojo assigns with a hiccup.
sukuna exhales through his nose. trying to keep himself neutral, but internally, something twitched. he didnât mind picking up the liquor. he minded being volunteered without warning. worse, the other members on the team and frat perked up, sensing opportunity, already piling on other drinks onto him like they were offerings to a volcano they didnât realize was active. this was supposed to be a relaxing night.
geto watched the exchange, swirling the condensation on his glass. he didnât comment, but he didnât need to. the tension was already sitting between them like a fourth player at the tableâquiet, coiled, inevitable.
sukunaâs gaze drifted upward toward the bar TVs again. A striker missed a penalty on screen, the crowd groaning in collective agony. sukuna felt the moment like a physical blow, fingers tightening around his glass. soccer was the only place his emotions were allowed to be big. everything else had to fit into a smaller container. and you werenât here to fill the silence between those containers anymore.
that was the real problem.
the argument from earlier kept looping in his head, uninvited. the team celebrated around him, blissfully unaware that his world had narrowed down to one question: did you still want this deal, or was it just him clinging to a distraction that suddenly was biting back?
the bar was loud now. not celebratory loudâchaotic loud. most of the students on campus that finished their exams packed the bar. his team was scattered across tables, sukuna tried to escape gojoâs rambling to the other end of the raised tables, stool screeching the ground only for the president to follow, yapping more as he bought more drinks.
multiple conversations were overlapping. one teammate argued about grades, another about summer tournaments, and gojo, gloriously unbothered by anyoneâs internal climate, kept directing traffic like a drunk general who assumed everyone was on the same page.
sukunaâs jaw ticked. a micro-movement. a seismic warning sign the team wouldâve noticed on any other day, but they were too drunk, liberated from exams and wanting to celebrate, oblivious to the pressure rising in their captain.
sukuna was growing more irritated by the second, people behind him brushing his back occasionally to get through the crowded bar. his grip tightens around his glass, his forearms flexed. still no outburst yet, but he could feel the air slowly bend around him.
then someone bumped into him. hard.
it wasnât a brush. not accidental shoulder contact. it was a full-body collision.
the drink in sukunaâs hand lurched outward, sticky liquid splashing across his shirt, jeans, and lap before he could blink. the table shook on impact.
the bar was still in full motion, unaware of the beast they just woke, except for a few teammates who went dead silent.
the liquid soaked into fabric of his clothes. ice cubes skittered off the table.
then he stood up.
the scrape of the stool against the wooden floor was like a gunshot.
and the cord on his temper snapped.
without a second thought, or warning. sukuna lunged at the perpetrator, a completely shitfaced grown man, but sukuna just saw red. his fist connected with a violent crack that made the entire bar collectively flinch.
âwoah!â one person yelled, multiple people stepping back causing a few chairs to topple.
âsukuna, chillââ but the sentence never finished. the team surged up, not to join the fight, but to contain the scene. but sukuna was already grabbing the manâs collar, sending another punch straight to his face.
the guy he hit, staggers back into another table. glasses shattering as more people scramble, cursing sukuna out. but a circle formed instantly, the universal draw that a fight brings.
âfuck is your problem?!â the man shouts at sukuna, wiping blood from his lip.
âwatch where the fuck youâre going pig,â sukuna bites, chuckling darkly the second the man lunges at him. his core tightens maintaining a little ground before heâs raising his elbow, driving it down onto the manâs shoulder making him cry out in pain. âfucking piece of shit!â sukuna aggressively shoves him off, knee driving into the manâs rib, just in time for geto to grab sukuna
it didnât fully stop him, but it shifted his balance enough for the rest of the team to wedge themselves between him and the other man crying in pain.
âget the fuck off me!â sukuna tried to shrug geto off, but two other teammates are holding him back alongside the black haired man.
sukunaâs vision is narrowed on the guy who made the mistake of bumping into him when everything thing around him was already picking at his nerves. his temper, way past his control, was now sparking due to his drunken stupidity.
the bar staff rushed in. âout. all of you! NOW!â a bartender barked, pointing at the door like some referee.
sukuna wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, breathing heavier now.
âfucking kick these pricks out, they started it!â the man shouts, pointing at sukuna and his teammates.
sukuna waves his arm in front of him like a mad man reeling for another go. âyouâre fuckinâ bitchass is slamming into everyone and canât fuckinâ take a punch when youâre asking for it!â sukuna barks like a rabid dog.
âdude, youâre gonna get us banned!â yuno tries to cut, but sukuna isnât hearing it.
âIf ya want us kicked out, come kick us out yârself!â sukuna baits him.
but the bartender is already grabbing the phone dialing the cops. thatâs when gojo seems to blink at geto and the other drunk members quickly step in like a team.
âweâre out,â geto and the team shove sukuna further away, dragging him out of the bar before the cops arrived.
the bar door slams behind them.
it was difficult for sukuna to cool down afterwards. the adrenaline of the bar fight pumping his veins alive, chest heaving as they all continued the celebration/planning at the frat. but sukuna was busy drinking, the stinging down his throat numbing his thoughts.
âdude, you wanna be hungover for your exam?â yuno cuts in, watching his captain reach for another beer.
ânothing new,â sukuna mutters, slightly off balance as he stands, heading up stairs. his knuckles were cut from the few punches heâd thrown at the bar, but he could barely feel it with the amount of alcohol in his system.
the events of the week all accumulated to friday.
the end of the year pool party.
everybody off from exams. well in a few hours. sukuna was beyond hungover, pounding headache waking him up in time to review a couple notes before heading to his exam. his eyes silently glance at the black envelope on his desk, the familiar crest sending chills down his spine.
âdonât forget to buy the drinks for tonight!â gojo shouts from the kitchen, pouring a very sugary flavored cereal into a bowl.
sukuna mutters in acknowledgment.
summer was right around the corner, and the quiet anxiety building inside him was a clear sign that something was going to happen.
his mind was in the clouds as he went through the motions of the day. his eyes read each question, memory luckily intact as he answered the open ended questions. his legs carried him to the TA like a robot, eyes cold as he handed his last blue book exam of the year.
even as he stuffed his face with a turkey sandwich, chugged an energy drink before hitting the gym, showered in the locker-rooms like he was scrubbing a layer of skin, all of it felt like he was on autopilot.
and the only thing that managed to snap him back to reality was spotting you across campus hopping on the bus.
heâd just stepped out of the gym, when he saw you. it was another hour until the party. his jaw clenched reaching for his phone as he quickly pulled up your messages, the bus is pulling off the curb as he taps your number.
waiting for you to pick up felt like hell.
but once you did, the weight on his shoulders felt just a pound lighter.
âhello?â
sukuna scratched his jaw, he hadnât thought about what he was going to say when he called. it was all just a domino affect now. âhey.â
youâre silent for a moment. âyou need something?â
he clears his throat, walking towards the liquor store off campus. âwas thinking about our convo yesterdayâŠâ
you shift on the bus seat, âwhat about it?â you donât mean to sound dry, but you canât help it, not when heâs being so vague.
âcan we continue it?â
your throat feels dry, clearing it as you glance out the window, nail picking at your jeans. âyou finished your exams?â
âyeah. iâm grabbing drinks for the party righâ now. can we talk when you get here laterââ
âIâm not going to the party.â
sukunaâs face twists, âwhy? you get free entrance, and free drinksââ
âand free drama?â you quickly retort, inhaling sharply. âyeah, iâll pass on the end of the year bitch fits.â
âthere wonât be any drama,â sukuna grimaces with annoyance, stepping into the liquor store. âeveryone is celebrating.â
âhave you not been on social media?â you accuse, âi donât even use insta that much, so itâs weird as hell getting posted on some influencerâs sorority page.â
sukunaâs jaw ticks, âsheâs fucking crazy. that shouldnât be surprisingââ
âryo.â
the warning in your tone just sets the man off. âwhat? yâer acting like itâs my fault,â sukuna aggressively shoves the drinks into the cart, âIâve had her blocked for a yearââ
âdude, relax, weâre just talking,â you huff on the other line, his aggression quickly dissipating.
he tsks, rolling his eyes, âwhatever, I canât fuckinâ ditch the party so if yâer not gonna come thenââ beep
you hung up.
âwhat theââ WHAT THE FUCK?!!!!
everything was red from that point onwards.
his knuckles cracked in pain as he stormed out of the liquor store. blood pumping in his ears when he tossed the drinks into the uber. anger clouding his vision as he stood at the entrance of the frat. and full blown aggression when heâd kick men out of the party for trying to bypass the entrance fee.
but even with him as a rabid guard dog running security at the front, the party was alive in under thirty minutes. music blasting off the walls, lights flashing inside and outside the house, and people already jumping off the roof flipping into the pool. it was five times bigger than the mixer the previous week, almost everyone on campus knew which frat party they were heading too.
it was the perks of being an infamous athletic fraternity, everybody knew who they wereâ they were either fans of the athletes on the field or court, or wanted to fuck them. or they would rather be at a party with the biggest fraternity and most exclusive house on campus.
either way, half the campus is packed into the house.
gojo was trying not to get drunk, avoiding every single drink thatâll immediately have him flushed and slurring, all so he can clean up his reputation.
âis utahime not coming?â yuno asks, the central midfielder, and non-frat member, glancing at gojo and geto for an answer.
geto shrugs, âshoko ainât âere either,â he looks over the crowd, spotting sukuna at the front, sharp brows pulled tight as three sorority girls surround him, manicured fingers pointing at him with anger. âya think thatâs why heâs all pissed and not because someone isnât here?â
gojo and yuno look over at their captain. it was clear the sorority girls are hounding the short-tempered frat boy.
âuh-oh,â gojo steps down. âshould weââ
suddenly a loud thud shakes the house. everyone sharply turns at the source, which came from their vp slamming his palm into the doorframe, smoke coming from his ears.
âheâs notââ yuno quickly runs after gojo and geto as they push through the forming crowd.
âIâm not dating yâr fuckass friend, so none of you are getting in here without paying the fee!â sukuna barks, blocking the kappa phi pearl girls from entering, a line beginning to form behind them.
âso you kiss her and try to ride off her fame then?â
âyall posted that shit not me!â sukuna snaps, just as his friends reach him. âI donât need shit from your psycho presidentââ
âwoah ladies!â gojo laughs, stepping between his friend and the girls. âwhatâs going on here?â
sukuna tsks, glaring at the girls, knowing exactly who sent them here. âsororities are supposed to go in for free, but your dog isnât letting us in,â one girl huffs.
sukunaâs glare cuts through them, their eyes quickly darting away from his face. gojo laughs, pushing sukuna further into the house, âyes well,â gojo licks his teeth, his own anger bubbling remembering their recap posts. âthatâs with the sororities we have good faith with,â he shrugs dramatically, âand wellâŠyours isnât one of em.â
geto snorts beside his friend, as yuno takes a step away. definitely not wanting to get mixed up in his teammates fraternity drama.
âbut our president is dating your vpââ
âfor fucks sake,â sukuna shoves gojo, storming out of the party.
the anger of an entire week curdled in his gut like something spoiled and fermenting. even though finals are over, the relief never came. instead rumors are starting to flood across campus and now these parties only seem to be a big headache, especially because it finally marks the end of the semester and now summer looms. which means facing everything heâs been putting offâŠ.his step-mom. chosoâs attitude. family ghosts. and conversations heâd rather swallow glass than have.
the warmth in the air feels mocking, like the world was laughing at him as he unravels.
the subway ride is torture in motion. every stop gives him another second to think, and every second sharpens the anger instead of dulling it. the kappa phi pearl recap posts flash in his mind, that unbearable smirk of the sorority president pressed against his mouth in pixels, already pushing the rumors around him like poison. like comments heâs been checking everyday just to see more and more people sexualize your fall, as if he isnât staring and screen-recording the video.
then the black folder that sits in the back of his brain, heavy. something that could crack his life in half and he hates that it exists. hates that itâs something thatâs come now, forcing him to decide.
by the time he emerges from the station, the city feels alive. city lights still humming, late-night cars passing, and people walking in and out of restaurants and bars.
he walks fast, face stern, eyes sharp, his hair is damp from the heat, shirt sticking to him, the picture of masculine calm to anyone who doesnât know better. but he was burning inside.
his phone is already in hand when he turns the corner. thereâs no greeting, no softness, just a single text sent to you reading:
Iâm five minutes away.
he wasnât asking a question, or for a request. he was deciding. you were the one thing that worked, the one thing he could crash into, the only place the anger ever went and came back quieter. and now he needs it again.
needs you again.
even if heâd rather twist it around and torture himself than admit what that churning in his chest really means.
he has tunnel vision. he pays no mind to the couple strapping their daughter in the suv outside your building, or the glances they give him as he buzzes your apartment repeatedly, until the door finally clicks, and heâs whisking himself inside, door slamming behind him.
âdid that man buzz her apartment?â jennie looks at her husband, brow raised. sami glances back at the door, sukunaâs figure disappearing further into the building.
he shakes his head, âdonât think so.â
jennie frowns, eyes narrowed, âyou sure?â
âyes, cmon we have to get to the airport,â sami ushers his wife into the back of the car, âyou were talking to her for awhile,â he adds, a bit agitated at the rushing.
jennie shrugs, door closing behind her husband as she looks out the window. âI donât think sheâs coming home for the break now,â she mutters as sami signals the driver to go.
sukuna doesnât wait for the elevator. he heads up the stairs. six flights between him and the one place heâs already decided heâs going. his lungs burn from the run, his legs ache from the week, but anger is his only fuel. halfway up, heâs practically jumping steps, taking them two, three at a time, hands barely grazing the rail. and by the sixth floor, he shoves the stairwell door open.
your apartment door appears at the end of the hall like a finish line. he doesnât stop to breathe. or think. knuckles connect with wood rapid and heavy. the hallway is quiet except for the ringing impact in his ears, until your door finally clicks open.
he sucks in sharp breath once you come into sight. and a sight you were. heat crawls up his chest in seconds.
âthanks for the warning,â you sarcastically huff, unaware of the night heâs had, or him yours.
but he doesnât care, shoving your bratty attitude aside, âcan we talk now?â
âyou couldnât have texted me earlier?â your brows pinch, glancing over him. he was completely out of breath, broad chest heaving under his shirt.
âI texted you,â he cuts, not processing his mistakes at all. you swallow a thick lump, allowing him inside, with a sigh. the door shuts behind him. sukuna kicks his shoes off, following you inside as you pick the toys still on the ground. the tv paused on some cartoon. âdid you have someone over?â he picks up a princess sippy cup off the counter.
âyeah. they also came uninvited, like you,â you mutter coldly, tossing the sippy cup into the sink. his jaw ticks, eyes tracking down your figure, eyeing your ass as you bend down to pick up a few more toys. your shorts ride up, hugging that ass of yours so deliciously.
âyou said you didnât wanna talk at the party,â sukuna grumbles, glancing away once you stand again.
âtrue,â you toss the toys into a bin in the closet.
you clear your throat, chest hot as you glance at the big man. his hard exterior was beyond intimidating, especially when you can see heâs clearly wound up. âyou go first,â you say kicking the blankets off the couch allowing him to sit. but you sit on the coffee table in front of him, his eyes briefly glancing at your plush thighs as they push against the surface.
âI asked you a question yesterday and you ditched me, then you fucking hang up on me today,â he huffs, arms crossed and thick thighs spreading.
damn heâs so hot, you avert your gaze, âthe first one wasnât my fault, and the second one was because you were getting angryââ
âof course Iâm angry, we were talkinââ
âdude, seriously stop yelling!â you huff, sharp breath escaping your lungs in exasperation.
sukuna couldnât handle any of it. his emotions are raging inside him like a typhoon, and you were right in front of him. âwhat do you want?â he cuts, coldly, sitting up. âdo you want the sex still? because I do. itâs been pissing me off all week that weâre not fucking.â your cheeks flush, heart thudding quicker. âbut youâre the one thatâs pissed so do you wanna add another condition or cut the whole thing?â
your jaw tightens, glancing between his crimson eyes. âno kissing other people,â you say, taking a breath to clarify. âlike you can, I donât care about that. Itâs more the person. I donât want any drama with your sororities, especially with some influencer and if you still wanna have sex or whatever with them, then yeah, I wanna end it.â
sukuna nods, jaw ticking, âI didnât ask her to kiss me, by the way.â
âseriously,â your eyes narrow in annoyance. sukuna tsks, sitting on the edge of the couch, coming closer to you. âI donât care.â
âyou do,â he pokes, âjust say it. i know you think i kissed her backââ
âbecause you did,â you snap, standing up in anger, but, his hand clutches your wrist pulling you back down with a cute yelp.
âit was an accident,â he spits like venom, but his jaw ticks, and he continues. âbut yeah, no kissing other peopleââ
âthatâs notââ
âso deal is still on?â
your jaw ticks, eyes flicking over his face, blood flowing loudly in your ears, as you glance at his wet lips, the crease between his thick brows, his narrowed eyes, his face so close to yoursâ
âyes.â
your lips crash onto his.
his surprised hum easily morphs into a hungry growl. his legs push up to stand, hands immediately pulling your shirt off. your hands quickly shove your pants and panties down as he unbuckles his belt unzipping his jeans. he groans as you distract him, hands peeling his shirt off, shoving him back on the couch climbing on top.
you were fully naked, while he was still half dressed. his calloused palms easily gravitating down your waist to grab your ass squeezing. he swallows your moan as you start rocking on his bulge sticking out of his unzipped jeans.
âfuck, youâre so good,â he husks, voice dropping an octave as he grabs your ass, kneading the flesh, before he sinks a finger inside you from behind. âyâer fuckinâ soaked baby,â his laugh is hoarse against your lips, the carnal sound sends shivers down your spine and another wave of hot arousal pools between your legs. âgonna stretch this pussy out?â
âyeaah,â you moan, the soft sound heâs been yearning to hear for days. âneed you so bad, ryo,â you coo into his lips, panting softly as you kiss him. your mind slowly begins to quiet. your only thoughts are of him. his lips, his hands, his touch, his voiceâ
shit. his jaw slacks, hips bucking as his mouth opens wider for you, tongues messy as they collide.
your vision grows hazy in seconds. choking on whines as he pumps two fingers into your sopping cunt, unbothered by the wetness that stains his pants as you tremble above him. your nails rake through his pink locks, the other flat on his chest panting into his mouth.
âneed me so bad?â he repeats, tongue hanging out as you start lapping it like a needy touch-starved puppy. youâre perfect. he curls his fingers inside you, pressing against your gummy walls, arm keeping you firmly against his chest as you arch into him. the aggressive pump of his fingers earns a pitched whimper from your pretty lips. âyouâre fallinâ apart and we just got started, ya shouldve texted me first,â thereâs a slight clip in his tone, one that has you grabbing his jaw aggressively.
your lips hover over his, brows pressed tight, all the while heâs got his middle and ring finger shoved up your pussy, stretching you open. your quiet aggression pours onto your tongue, âi didnât wanna kiss you after that bitch shoved her tongue down your throat.â your fingers squeeze his sharp jaw, manicured nails digging into his skin leaving crescent marks. âdidnât want her sloppy seconds.â
his eyes are lidded, pupils dilating as he looks between your heated orbs. you were fully unclothed and completely vulnerable on top of him, and his cock is twitching violently at your attitude. especially one that so easily gets under his skin in the most allusive way imaginable.
âwhatâre you doinâ now then?â sukuna bounces his thighs making you jump on his lap, tits bouncing at the movement. âlickinâ up her sloppy seconds?â
your spit collects in your mouth as you lean further up. your manicured thumb gently caressing his bitten lips, tugging the bottom lip down. his jaw slacks with ease, a glint in his eyes as he watches you closely.
âIâm cleaning you.â
was all you say then a glob of spit falls directly into his mouth.
fhhuuckâŠ..a throaty groan escapes the manâs chest, fingers sliding out of your pussy. grabbing your ass as he feels your spit slide down his tongue. his hips buck up violently, throat bopping as he swallows.
âmore,â he rasps.
your lips curl, smashing your lips again. this time he lets you take control, lets your tongue invade his mouth, lets you rinse him of whatever residue you imagined that bitch left on him.
you were the best drug. some anomaly on his lap, bare skin warm against his, and sukuna is unraveling with a hunger that feels humiliating in how total it is. his hands are everywhere at once, your waist, your spine, the back of your neck. chest hot with how youâre consuming him. heâs gripping you like heâs memorizing your touch again, like you might evaporate if he doesnât keep contact. his kisses meet yours with just as much fever, teeth grazing your lip just enough to make you inhale sharply against his mouth. the sound goes straight to his cock, bucking up as you hump him quicker, syrupy pussy soaking his boxers through his open fly.
youâre addictive, and now he canât put you down.
your scent should be calming, but it just felt intoxicating in its gentleness and warmth. he buries his face in the curve of your shoulder for half a second, breathing you in like heâs stealing air as you catch your breath. âyou smell so good,â he leaves open mouthed kisses along your neck, dragging his mouth back to yours.
every wet, hungry kiss leaves him more gone than the last, more irritated at himself for the lack of resistance. even when heâs losing it, youâre sitting there completely naked on him like you know exactly what youâre doing.
but you donât.
the worst part is, you feel the same way.
you hate how easily you fit against him. how right he feels. how little effort it takes for you to want more of him, not realizing how little resistance heâs giving you in return.
the week has shredded both your nerves, but right now none of that exists. not finals, step-moms, futures, grudges, or pride. thereâs only your mouth on his. your body pressed into him like a solution he doesnât deserve, and his restraint finally snapping.
âhaah fhuck, keep rocking yâer hips,â he husks kissing you harder, deeper, like heâs drowning and youâre the tide. his palm slides down your spine to hold you flush against him. perky tits pressing into his firm pecs, hips rolling harder up as you hump his bulge, whimper slipping out.
there was no softness from him, no sweetness, just pure masculine desperation. consumption that says more than any confession ever could, and your body was speaking the same language.
your hands drag up and down his arms, hands squeezing his bulging biceps, threading through his hair tugging, until youâre panting erratically, lips parting in an silent moan as you unravel softly from the aggressive humping. sukuna hums in satisfaction, lip curling into a devilish smirk as he cracks a hard spank on your ass as you desperately grind on the wet spot you left until youâre shivering.
you pant directly into his lips, like youâd just run a hundred meters. but really it was just him.
âryo,â you call, lashes fluttering against your flushed cheeks meeting his eyes.
his arms squeeze your torso, palm splayed on your back and ass, lips hovering over yours, gently kissing the corner of your mouth, âhmm?â
âI reallyâŠâ your words are breathless, like it takes so much willpower to speak, âreally,â you lean up, hand rubbing his shoulder, and neck, âwanna fuck you righâ now.â
sukunaâs cock shots a small pathetic amount of cum into his boxers. âyouââ he chokes, lips back on yours to mask the humiliating moan that escapes his throat.
you whine, climbing off his lap, just for him to instinctively reach for you as you stand between his legs. his hands grabbing your hips leaning on the edge of the couch, to keep you close, hands grabbing your ass, lips connecting to your lower stomach, kissing up your belly button, licking your skin.
your nails tangle in his hair before youâre pulling his arm from around you, lightly tugging him to stand.
the silence in the apartment would be deafening if neither of your hearts were beating erratically. but he couldnât help how worked up he was getting when youâre leading him to your bedroom. your hips swaying naturally as you hold his wrist, walking across the apartment completely naked. his eyes rack down every dip and curve. his hand falling to grab his crotch, hand cupping himself through the open fly, squeezing some relief behind your back.
by the time you enter the bedroom, beaded curtains clanking behind you, his lips are back to attacking yours. his thumbs easily hook under his boxers and pants, pushing them down kicking it aside, heavy cock bopping into view. your fingers brush the painfully hard girth, tip flushed a hot red, veins protruding on every inch, and globs pushing out of his slit as he grabs your face, deepening the kiss.
âdo i needa prep ya some more?â he husks against your lips, kneeling onto the bed and crawling between your legs. you shake your head, arms locked around his neck pulling him down, hips bucking up and back arching.
âno sâ fine, jusâ want it inside me,â you mutter against his lips, humming as he reaches for the box of condoms, quickly tearing one open.
âwhatever ya say, babe,â he doesnât even look as he rolls the condom on, your arms already grabbing the roots of his hair dragging his lips back down to yours. you couldnât last a second without his tongue on yours, like every kiss was brining a part of your soul back.
neither of you have fully recovered from the week youâve had. instead, youâre drowning your shortcomings in sukunaâs body, and his yours.
his cock nudges your entrance, catching your clit before teasing your clenching hole. your lips part as a pitched moan escapes.
âyâer gonna let me in?â he teases, chest heating at the sight of your blown eyes meeting his. âgotta loosen up down there.â
âIt is,â you huff, nails scratching his overgrown undercut, âput it in.â
he smirks, pushing his hips down, slipping inside with a stretch. you hum at the first inch filled, and when heâs grinding the rest of his impressive size into your small hole, youâre back to your pathetically hot gasps and moans.
sukuna was a selfish man. of course, heâs good in bed because he satisfies his partners, but he knows exactly when to break them in, using the little strength they have to his full advantage. but it was never as fulfilling as it is when heâs with you.
youâre already in tears, arched back on your hands and knees, your arms stretched out in front of you as he thrusts into you from behind like a wild animal. grunts and swears spewing from his mouth, hand cracking down on your ass like a punishment, spanking each cheek until youâre moaning at the after burn.
âfuckinâ slut, clenching up every time I spank this ass,â he chuckles hoarsely. âeveryone lookinâ at that video of you,â he seethes, remembering your soaked shirt with over a thousand likes from the sororities instagram. yes, he was checking the count every day. âflashing these slutty tits to everyoneââ his hand reaches under to grab your breast, cruel fingers pinching your nipples.
you cry out, slamming your hips back into his, hand falling over his on your breast. âi was wearing a braângh ah!â your lips part with another broken moan.
his bulbous tip drags out, before heâs slamming back into, hitting your cervix.
âthose comments were fuckinâ disgustin,â pigs haah jerkin off to youââ he seethes, pushing your lower back into the mattress, hands grabbing at your hips as he picks up the pace.
âmmphâryoâ keep nghâwanna cuâuh-cum!â you were babbling like a dumb little slut. your brain was mush by the time heâs pressing you into a deeper arch.
âthere we go, baby, yaâ missed me handling your little body like this? hmmâfuckinâ ya how i want nghâbetter than any of those sh-shit-heads,â he groans, thrusts brutal, carnal grin and glint in his eyes, slamming in knowing you feel every inch, every vein, every pulse.
ây-you missed me, ryo,â you babble, lips covered in drool as you turn your head on the mattress, vision blurry with tears.
fuck you were mess, sukuna cracks a viscous smile, cheeks hot and red from the sight.
âIâm so haah good,â you praise yourself, something that elects a physical reaction from the man as he feels his cock twitch violently inside your clamping hole. âmy pussy can h-handle a-all of ryoâahh!â you cry out as he shoves his entire weight behind one thrust without warning again.
âfuckâyou talk too much,â he growls, fucking you fast and hard, just the way you like, his hand covers yours, interlacing it on the mattress, using it as balance. âya think this pussy can handle me all night?â
âmhmm,â your eyes roll back after another mind numbing thrust, your body shivering as you clench up, creaming around him for the third time that night.
âletâs see about that,â he snorts, already flipping you into another position, taking full advantage of your pliant body and dumb bratty attitude.
youâre in tears by the fifth round, heâd only came twice, condoms tied and tossed on the ground, his face now buried between your legs as you cry out. your hips arch up, lifting off the mattress as you tug his hair, eyes clenching closed as you let out hiccuped moans.
sukuna groans into your pussy, tongue shoved deep into your pussy, swallowing your sweet syrup straight from the source. your arousal bursts on his tastebuds, his hand locking under your hips keeping you arched high as he eats you out like a starved man.
âryoâhaah pleaseâ too much!â youâre gasping as he sucks your clit, tongue circling the puffed bud like you arenât on the brink of passing out.
âthought you said yâcan handle this?â he snorts, spitting on your pussy aggressively, hand replacing his mouth with vicious rubs to your clit. you whine loud and hot, hand stretching out to his wrist, but heâs moving quicker than you can process. his condom covered cock is piercing your pussy again, the stretch lethal as your moan pierces the walls of your bedroom. âthere we go! haah ah fuck! even tighter than before,â he groans, quick, sharp thrusts hitting your sweet spot. your vision blurs with tears as he pulls out again, mouth shoved back to your pussy, drinking you up. he was filthyâŠ.possessed.
âryo!â youâre sobbing, choked hiccups making his cock throb, shoving his girth back into your pussy. his hips erratically forcing you into another orgasm as your hips raise off the bed. your arm stretches out to him, weakly pushing at his pelvis, while the other grips the sheets beside your head.
âcâmon, gotta let me cum too, bratâ pussy still wants more,â he groans, the squelching has grown much more lewd, filling his ears as his thumb falls on your clit.
âI canâtâI canâtââ tears fill your eyes as your legs start to shake, gasping as he leans down capturing your lips, subtly trying to distract you from the overstimulation, mind guessing when youâll tap out, begging internally you wonât.
âsâ okay, I got ya baby, fhuckââ he groans, kisses messy, tongues and teeth clashing as he pulls away. his large palms push your thighs further apart, abs tensing as he drives his cock deeper.
tears cling to your lashes as your hand extends out again, strength weak as you try to push him away. however his hand only pushes your hand down, biting his lip as you scratch his sweaty happy trail, his thumb easily falling on your clit, rubbing tight circles again.
âhaah ahââ
his thrusts are so deep the squelching more obscene. âshiitâthis pussy is loud as fuck,â he smiles devilishly, face flushed.
you were impressed how well you keep up with sukuna, truly. but i guess there has to be a moment where his athletic capabilities will exceed your own libido, like tonight.
his forehead and chest are covered in a sheer layer of sweat, accentuating the tattoos that mark his skin like sin. his god-like defined abs flex, biceps bulging as he keeps your legs spread for him like some toy, thumb still working your clit like second nature, unbothered by how overstimulated youâre getting. he keeps his ears peeled for the safe word which hasnât left your lips yet.
your sopping hole sloshes and squelches, embarrassing sounds leaving it with every thrust.
âyâ want the neighbors to hear this pussy donât ya?â he snorts, thrust sharp. âwant em hearing their neighbor getting fucked hard by sumâ guy, right?â his thrusts grow erratic, talking himself into his nearing climax, groaning deep when you cry out, hips raising off the bed trying to squirm away, nails scratching his pelvis. âanswer me,â he bites, thick thighs spreading, thrusting up.
youâve lost practically all words, shaking your head with tears watering your eyes, lips glossy and looking absolutely dumb on cock.
âliar.â
at this point, heâs lost all sanity, chasing his relief as you try to push him away, whining and moaning his name like itâs the only word blasting your mind. chanting a spew of babbled curses as your legs start to shake uncontrollably.
âr-ryoâiââ your lips part, eyes fluttering as tears slide down the corners.
âmâ fuckin closeânghâyouâre getting so tight righâ nowâfuck, gettinâ so wet youâre sucking me in,â sukuna never realizes how much he talks in bed especially when heâs nearing an orgasm, because heâs always fucked the other person into oblivion.
âb-but this isâhaahââ your incoherent response was the only warning he gets until heâs feeling a gush splash his abdomen. your cry pitches higher as another wave of squirt pulses out of your pussy.
âshiit,â sukuna hisses, pupils are black, hips stilling for a second as he processes what just drenched his abs and pecs. âsquirting?â he groans moving inside you, keeping himself lodged inside, even while youâre practically crying arms weak as he pushes his thumb over your overstimulated clit. âdidnât know this fuckinâ pussy can squirt. thatâs a new one,â he swears, keeping his thumb on you, rubbing quicker, in pace with his thrusts, getting you to squirm even more, foot managing to press to his pec.
âryo!â
he growls, pushing your legs back around his torso, and pinning your wrists to the mattress. heâs leaning over you, keeping your legs trapped around his large body, driving his veiny girth into your sopping pussy. he groans into your nape, sharp teeth sinking into the flesh of your neck, marking the soft skin. his hips roll into yours, grinding against your sweet spot, coarse pubes rubbing against your clit.
âp-pleasee!â you gasp, choked squeak escaping your throat and ultimately pushing the selfish man over the edge. the cord snaps just as you squirt again, pushing him out.
âfuckâdonât push me outââ he groans, peeling the condom off, rubbing his cock head through your gushing hole just as he shoots ropes of hot thick cum all over your pussy and tummy, painting you in his white load.
that was the chance you needed to close your legs, trapping his cock between them, completely out of breath as you gasp.
sukuna groans, head tilting back, throat bopping as he holds your knee, feeling you squeeze his sensitive cock between your plush thighs. he canât stop himself from bucking into the soft flesh, groaning once more as another load shoots out of his tip, reaching your tits and abdomen.
you whine, hand reaching down touching the cum lazily, legs parting just for him to attack your lips again.
âcould yâ always squirt, or was that a first for ya?â he husks against your lips, hands on your hips, clutching you tightly, wanting to go back inside you reaching for a condomâ
âryo, i canâtââ you exhale, shaking your head, heaving breathlessly. âgive me a second, please.â
he stills, mind slowly recalibrating.
âyeah,â he nods, kissing your lips again as he moves beside you, his cock half-hard as he spreads his cum all over your belly, marking his territory. heâs kissing your neck and shoulder as you catch your breath, legs still shaking.
even with your head in cloud nine, and sukuna beside. it was all confusing. his scent filled your head, warmth spreading to you. your body carefully turns to him, arm moving across his shoulders to hug him, lips finding his.
donât think about it.
everything with him is physical. even with your body telling you it was enough, even with your mind trying to push real thoughts to the forefront of your head, you still lick his bottom lip, slower and lazier than before. âyouâre still hard after that?â you say softly.
his hand squeezes your ass, âfirst time ya squirted one me, course mâ gonna be hard as shit,â his tongue finds yours, humming as you carefully sit up.
you sigh, leg moving across his lap, âi told youâŠâ you lick your lip, âi can take youâŠand you stupid cockâŠ.one more round.â
sukunaâs grin widens, sharp teeth on display as his arm stretches over, âslide on top, princess,â he nudges your hip, as the other hand grabs a condom, tearing it open by the time youâre straddling his lap, lips finding his again.
he lazily kisses you back, tongues caressing as he slides the condom on. he easily slips himself into your hole with a drawn moan. âtheeere we go,â he coos, thrusts starting slow, humming against your lips. he slowly and surely builds up his pace, beefy arms holding your ass up. you whine against his lips, squeaking when he has his feet planted flat on the mattress, now using your gushing hole like his personal pocket pussy.
sukuna couldnât function anymore.
your moans directly flow from your lips to his ear, face buried in his neck as he abuses your limp body feeling you unravel again. his mind completely getting consumed by you, shoving any other thought or uncomfortable twist in his gut, deep deep down.
and as sukuna bathes in the bliss of being in your bed for the first night in days, he was also blissfully unaware of what was unfolding miles away with his fifteen year-old brother.
âare you sure about this, man? didnât you say your brother didnât want you talking to her?â ino says, turning in the passenger seat to look at choso in the backseat fixing his hair in the front mirror.
his other friend, mechamaru whoâs a few months older and has his license, also glances at his friend from the drivers seat. âyeahâlike you canât tell your brother that we drove you here, o-or mr. toji, so you canât tell yuuji, he can never keep a secretââ
âiâm not tellinâ em shit,â choso huffs, swallowing the lump in his throat as he glances at the lit diner. âjusâ wait for me here, âkay?â mechamaru and ino exchange looks, irritating the boy, a scowl pulling at his lips, âwhat?â
âwell,â mechamura starts, turning to face choso, âyou donât want us going in with you? like we can sit at another table, make sure nothing happens, keep an eye on things.â
ino nods, âfor sure for sureâ like you donât know her, like what ifâŠâ
âwhat if what?â choso frowns at his friends, clicking the backdoor open. âsheâs just a lady, Iâll be fine.â
mechamura and ino nod, biting back anymore concerned words towards their friend and his decision to do this. choso fixes his backpack on his shoulder, hands shoved in his pockets as he quickly walks up the sidewalk. he can hear his heart pounding against his chest, hands clammy as he grasps the dinerâs handle, swinging the door open.
the bell rings overhead.
only a few customers sat around. it was getting late, so there was only one waiter working the tables. choso steps further in, glancing over the booths. his amber eyes scan each table, biting his cheek when he turns to check the other side of the dinerâ suddenly a woman stands beside a booth.
chosoâs breath catches.
her short black hair was the same color as his.
her eyes the same as his.
the shape of her face tooâŠ
choso swallows again, glancing over the woman, taking her in for the first time in years. it wasnât a picture, or videoâŠ.he barely remembers her, did she look better then or nowâŠhe canât remember.
âchoso, honey. come have a seat,â her voice thoughâŠ.that sounded different.
choso quietly walks up to his mom, kaori.
a/n: holy hellâ that took an eternity. there was a bunch of plot in this one, so thank u guys for reading through it!! I know u guys had so many guesses on what was going to happen after sukuna and yorozuâs kiss, I def went in a more logical direction since this is a series instead of a one shot, so I feel itâs better to be grounded in reality for more hurt and angst in the future â esp since neither of them take full accountability of their actions & reactions, itâll cause more issues when their putting bandaids over open wounds, inevitably making them more prone to infections. i hope u guys who wanted reader to kiss gojo/geto/toji/nanami understand tho LOLLL.
anyways, no promises on quicker updates, my job schedule is super random and pretty much changes every week so I donât have a fixed schedule. but thank u again for sticking w the series and sending ur thoughts/critiques/guesses to me, I love love loveeee hearing how much u guys r thinking ab the series bc sameeee !!
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dunno what to title this but it's sukuna just read it k? k.
heâs sitting on the mat with his back to the mirror, head tipped back, sweat clinging to the edge of his jaw. your nameâs still pinned to the top of his messagesânail appointment at 2, be done by 4, donât forget my pinky charm this time. you made him triple check the screenshot before you left, told him he wasnât allowed to call until your set was finished, said âjust go to the gym or something so you donât get antsy.â and he did. you were right. he gets restless when heâs waiting on you.
heâs scrolling through his camera roll nowâhalf resting, half looking for a decent picture of the two of you to throw on his story for your birthday. something cute. something low-effort but still sweet enough to pass. he knows you donât care about public posts the way most girls do, but he also knows youâll pout if he forgets. says itâs not about the post. says itâs about him thinking about you. about remembering.
he scrolls past everything. mirror selfies. old screenshots. a blurry pic of you chewing on a straw, looking at him like youâre about to say something mean. he smirks. pauses on it. maybe.
and then his thumb freezes. itâs not a picture.
itâs a video. fifteen minutes long.
recorded months ago, timestamped just past 3 a.m., saved somewhere between a blurry street photo and a dark bar clip of you trying to shotgun a drink in heels. he frowns. he doesnât remember this one. presses it out of instinct. heâs wearing headphones. doesnât think twice about it.
the screen stays black at first. camera mustâve been face-down or wedged into something. just sound. just breath. and thenâyour voice.
âwaitâwait, wait, put it back, i liked thatââ
his cock twitches immediately. his head lifts.
he doesnât remember filming this. doesnât remember you filming this. the audio is unfiltered, loud, the kind of raw intimacy you donât get when youâre trying to be cute. and it hits him fastâhe remembers the night now. not the tape, but the way you climbed into his lap in the kitchen. the tequila. the way you whispered âi feel so good, itâs annoying,â into his mouth. how he pulled your panties off somewhere in the living room and neither of you made it to the bedroom right away.
the camera shifts at some point. lands on skin. motion. the curve of your back, the way your hips roll forward, the bounce of your thighs as you ride him without rhythm, drunk and sloppy and so fucking needy. and his voiceâgod, he hates hearing it back, all low and desperate, full of slurred praise and broken groans. âyou hear how wet you are? shit, baby, youâre so loudââ
he swipes the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm. stares down at the screen like he isnât sitting in public. like his cock isnât already pressing heavy against the inside of his shorts.
you moan his name in the video and he twitches hard, jaw clenching. you sound high. wrecked. like youâve already cum once and canât stop now. youâre slurring somethingâhe has to turn the volume up, leans forward, presses the speaker harder into his ear.
âfeel so full, baby, i love your cock, donât stop, donât stop, donât stopââ
he curses under his breath. shifts his thighs. someone drops a dumbbell a few feet away and he doesnât even blink. the cameraâs crooked now but itâs enough. itâs enough to see your hand reaching back to grab at his thigh, the way you bounce faster, messier, losing yourself in it.
you were the one who set the phone up. it hits him now. you were the one who pressed record. youâd whispered âjust for me,â while grinding against his lap, legs shaking, mascara already smeared. and he let you. he always lets you. lets you do whatever you want when you get like that.
in the video, he flips you over at some point. presses you flat to the couch and fucks you so deep it knocks the breath out of you. your face isnât even visible. just your hips. the wet sound of him slamming into you. your voice, cracked and breathless, crying âplease, pleaseâfeels too good, i canâtââ and he knows you came again. he remembers now. you shook like you couldnât stop. heâd pulled out and came all over your ass and whispered âyouâre so fucking perfectâ like he was in love with you or something. he is, obviously.
heâs hard now. throbbing. the band of his shorts tight against his stomach. headphones still on. sweat drying sticky across his chest while his phone glows bright in his palm and your voice plays over and over in his ear, moaning, gasping, begging.
itâs your birthday. youâre getting your nails done.
he should be picking out a cute photo to post. should be writing some stupid caption with a heart and your name and a throwback to that rooftop picture you like so much.
instead heâs staring at a video of you drunk and riding his cock, eyes rolled back, whispering how good it feels while his cum runs down the inside of your thighs.
he locks the screen. leans his head back against the mirror. and thinks about how fucking fast heâs going to make you watch it with him when you get home.
đđ toji who makes his shy, quiet gf curse like a sailor in bed . . .
( mdni. cw: size kink, corruption kink, degradation/praise, spit kink, overstim, dumbification, creampie ) â not a repost lol i just love this idea
âsay it again.â
âfuck- fuck, toji, p-please, i c-canâtâ!â
âno, not that. what was that filthy shit you just called your own pussy, huh? say it again, baby.â heâs panting as he bullies his cock into you for what has to be the fourth time tonight, your body twitching beneath him, drool smeared down your chin from how long youâve been a useless little fuckdoll on your back, legs trembling and cunt gushing around him with every stroke.
youâre not sure whatâs more humiliating. how loud your moans have gotten or the things youâve been saying, completely out of character, out of your goddamn mind, reduced to nothing but a babbling, slutty mess for his cock.
you hadnât meant to say it. hadnât even known the words were coming out of your mouth until they didâ âfuck me, ruin my tight little fucking cunt, toji, please!â âand then your entire body had gone still, eyes wide, lips parted in disbelief as he stopped moving, just staring down at you with a feral glint in his eye.
and now he wonât let it go.
âwhat was it? huh? my what?â he coos, hand sliding down to slap your clit so harshly you jolt with a squeal. âaw, cat got your tongue? thatâs not what you said earlier.â
âi-i didnât mean toââ
slap.
you gasp, eyes rolling back as he grinds into you slow and deep.
ânah. donât get shy on me now, baby. you were talkinâ like such a filthy little whore just a second ago.â he leans down, pressing his sweaty forehead to yours, grinning as you sniffle through your moans. âcâmon, say it. say what this pretty little pussy is.â
you bite your lip, shake your head. your bodyâs overly sensitive and your brain has turned to mush, but he just wonât stop.
âsay it,â he growls, biting down against the shell of your ear, one massive hand gripping your thigh while the other presses your wrist into the sheets.
âf-fuck- my p-pussy,â you whimper, tears welling as he thrusts harder, angling his hips just right to make your toes curl. âmy pussyâs so f-fucking tight, itâs s-so fucking tight, nngh toji!â
he groans, cock twitching deep inside you, and you swear he gets even rougher, like your cursing flipped some depraved little switch in his brain. the bed rocks beneath you, your moans get louder, and your voice is unrecognizable to your own earsâ cracked and breathless and foul.
âgood girl,â he grunts, spitting in your mouth before you can even process it. âknew you were nasty deep down.â
your brain is melting. your thighs are shaking. you can feel the outline of his cock in your belly when you reach down with a trembling hand and sob. ât-toji, your dickâs so fucking big, s-splitting me open, oh my fucking goddd!â
âjesus christ,â he hisses, grabbing your face so your lips part again and he spits in your mouth a second time. âwho taught you to talk like that, huh?â
ây-you didâ!â
he laughs, deep and dark and mean. âthatâs right. corrupted my sweet little girl, didnât i?â he slaps your cheek lightly, smirking when your head lolls to the side. âsay thank you.â
ât-thank you, thank you, toji- fucking love your cock, holy shitâ!â
âagain.â
ât-thank you- thank you f-for ruining meâ!â
âgood fucking girl.â
he shifts his weight, grabs your ankles, folds you nearly in half and starts fucking into you like he wants to break you in two. youâre screaming, cursing up a storm, sobbing through another orgasm and begging him to fill you up, to make it messy, to keep going even when youâre too dumb to speak.
and he does.
he doesnât stop.
he keeps you there, whimpering âfuckfuckfuckâ like itâs the only word you know, biting your lip raw, hips twitching, tongue lolling out while he uses you, built perfectly to take him.
âlook at you,â he purrs, voice smug and low as he wipes your tears with the back of his hand. ânot so innocent anymore, huh?â
you hiccup, dizzy and overwhelmed, brain full of static and cock and spit.
âf-fuck,â you mumble, hips grinding up on their own.
âmmm ma stop squirming..â your boyfriend grunted behind you, muscular arms wrapped around your torso, brining you closer to him.
your folds were dripping with the umpteenth orgasm heâs had in the past hour.
âcanât.. need to move..â you whined.
he was buried deep in you. not moving an inch. he came back from work all exhausted and the only thing he wanted was to stuff you with his cock. without doing any work.
âjust go to sleep baby. iâll fuck you stupid in the morning.â
but you know you wonât make it tillâ morning.
you tested your luck again, grinding back into his lap, feeling his happy trail tickle the small of your back.
âdoll. im serious.â
you frowned at his stern voice.
âfine.â you closed your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek angrily.
but your face morphed into one of pleasure once he slipped almost all the way out just to plummet back in.
 âą âź synopsis . . . you go over to your best friend yujiâs house for dinner⊠only to find his older brother sukuna is home from college for the first time in a few years. taller, tattooed, pierced, and annoyingly unreadable, he looks nothing like the boy you grew up withâand he wonât stop staring at you like youâve changed too.
tags .á 7.1k. reader & sukuna are both in college. nsfw. best friend's other brother. oral m & f. dry hump lol. unprotected sex. creampie. missionary. size kink. dirty talk. light dom. praise kink. teasing. arm pinning. post sex teasing. kinda possessive behavior? unedited per usual, cause we don't believe in that over here !!
youâve been in their house since you were old enough to walk. same backyard. same childhood summers. same loud dinners where yuji talked with his mouth full and sukuna pretended he wasnât listening even though he always was.
yuji was your best friend before you even understood what best friends were. sukuna was the older oneâa few grades ahead, always taller, always heavier-footed, always lurking on the edges of things like heâd been born allergic to attention.
the three of you were tangled together in that inevitable, you-grew-up-next-door kind of way. not siblings, not cousins, not childhood sweethearts. just that messy, familiar constellation of people you simply belonged to.
and then sukuna left.
not dramatically. not with some sentimental goodbye. he just packed up after graduation and went off to college out of stateâfar, far awayâleaving you and yuji to finish growing up without him.
you didnât think about him much after that. or at least you told yourself you didnât.
until today.
you walk into yujiâs house the same way you always doâkicking off your shoes, calling out that you brought notes for the class he skipped againâand then you freeze.
because someone else is standing at the end of the hallway.
sukuna's home.
and looking at you like the past few years didnât exist at allâlike he just stepped out for a minute instead of vanishing into adulthood and coming back built like a warning sign.
you freeze.
because he isnât the same person who left. not even close.
heâs taller nowâlike he grew an extra inch or two just to spite you. broad shoulders filling out the doorway, chest built in the intimidating way that says hours in the gym, not a single selfie to prove it. his hoodie clings to his arms in a way it never used to, sleeves shoved up to reveal thick forearms covered in black ink that wasnât there before. sharp lines trailing up his veins and disappearing beneath cotton.
and his faceâgod.
thereâs a new weight to it. a grown-man kind of sharpness. jawline hard enough to cut your breath in half. cheekbones more defined. his mouth softer than it should be on someone who looks like this.
plus the metal.
an eyebrow piercing splits the dark line above his left eyeâsubtle, but impossible to ignore. a thin silver hoop sits snug on his bottom lip, glinting every time he shifts his expression. a couple more studs line his ear, climbing the curve of cartilage in a way that draws your eyes before you can stop yourself.
he went from âyujiâs older brother who never talksâ to âthe man youâd cross the street for, just to look at again.â
he doesnât say hi. doesnât smile.
he just tilts his head a fraction, eyes dragging over you in one slow pass that feels too intimate to be accidentalâlike heâs comparing you to old versions in his head and finding the differences one by one.
âyou got taller,â he mutters, voice deeper now, rougher around the edges.
your pulse spikes. âno i didnât,â you say too quickly, heat crawling up your throat.
his tongue pushes against the inside of his cheek, right behind the silver hoop in his lip, and the faint sound he makes could be a laugh or a warning. you canât tell which.
he steps closer. slowly.
the hallway shrinks around him like the walls are trying to pull away first. heâs buffer nowâthick chest, defined arms, long legs moving with that confidence he never had when he was younger. his presence alone makes the air feel heavier.
âsure you didnât,â he says, voice dropping into something low enough to curl at the base of your spine. âgo on and lie to me.â
you swallow hard. âis... yuji inside?â
his eyes donât leave yoursânot even for a second. âkitchen. heâs been whining that youâre late.â
you try to step past him, but sukuna doesnât move.
not an inch.
he stands there like a wall youâre meant to run into. like heâs doing it on purpose. like he wants to feel you brush against him, just to see what youâd do.
heâs always been like thisâannoyingly still, annoyingly composed, annoyingly aware of how much space he takes up.
but now?
heâs all that, plus the tattoos, plus the muscle, plus the piercings, plus the kind of grown-man weight that makes your breath hitch.
you barely manage to slip past sukunaâyour shoulder brushing his chest as you squeeze through the hallway. he doesnât move, doesnât step aside, doesnât even pretend to give you space. he just watches you go, silent and heavy-eyed, like heâs cataloguing the way your breath stutters when you pass him.
you pretend you donât notice. you pretend a lot of things. you step into the kitchen with a too-bright smile, dropping your bag onto the counter.
âok,â you exhale, forcing lightness into your voice, âlecture notes time.â
yuji lights up like you just handed him free money. âfinally! dude, this professor hates me, i swear.â
you snort. âhe doesnât hate you, he just knows you donât shut up in class.â
yuji splutters, offended, and launches into a rant about how the classroom was âway too quietâ without him and how heâs basically âproviding a public service.â you roll your eyes. youâve missed this.
you spread out your notebooks on the table, walking him through everything he missedâslides, examples, the weird tangent your professor went on about life choices and statistics. yuji listens, nodding furiously, asking questions in the loudest voice anyone has ever used in a kitchen.
itâs normal. comfortable. easy.
but your head?
not easy. not comfortable.
because you canât stop thinking about the man standing in the hallway.
the way sukuna looked at you like he was trying to match this version of you to the one he left behind.
the way he took up the entire hallway without trying. the way the metal in his lip caught the light. the tattoos. the build. the voice.
you try focusing on the material. you really do.
but yuji is halfway through copying something when you completely lose your train of thought, brain short-circuiting at the memory of sukuna stepping closer, the hallway shrinking around him, his arm brushing yours.
âuh⊠hello?â yuji waves a hand in front of your face. âearth to braincell.â
you blink. âsorry, iâjust tired.â
âyou should be! bro, youâve been explaining this for like an hour.â yuji glances at the clock. âholy crap, itâs actually been an hour.â
you laugh, rubbing your eyes. it has gotten later than you thought. the sunâs gone down, the kitchenâs dimmer, warmer. the house feels too quiet.
yuji scratches his cheek and looks sheepish. âhey⊠uh⊠you wanna stay for dinner? i was gonna make something anyway, and itâs already late.â
stay.
the word sinks in. you open your mouth out of habit to declineâbecause you always do, because you have homework, because youâre busyâbut you donât say no.
because you know who else is here. who else youâll end up near. who else is still lingering somewhere in this house with a pierced lip and a stare that wonât get out of your head.
you nod, biting back a smile as he rummages through the fridge.
you tell yourself itâs just dinner. just catching up. just a normal night. but your pulse tells a different story.
you donât know what game sukunaâs playing now that heâs homeâŠ
âŠbut youâre pretty sure he expects you to play it too.
yuji is humming to himself as he cooksâoff-key, loud, cheerful in the way only he can be. pans clatter, spices get overused, something sizzles a little too aggressively, but itâs comforting.
you sit at the kitchen table, chin resting on your hand, pretending to scroll your phone. pretending to be normal.
but your ears are tuned to the hallway.
and when you hear slow, heavy footsteps approaching, your breath catches in your throat before you can stop it.
you donât need to look to know who it is.
sukuna enters the kitchen like he owns the spaceâtall, broad, tattooed arms visible where he shoved his sleeves up again. his lip ring catches the warm kitchen light as he presses his tongue against it, like heâs distracting himself from saying something.
or from staring.
he doesnât say anything right away. he just pulls out a chair. right across from you, of course.
your heartbeat jumps. youâre grateful yuji is too busy murdering whateverâs in the frying pan to notice anything weird.
sukuna sits slowly, legs spread under the table like heâs claiming territory. his posture is relaxedâleaned back, arms looseâbut his eyes?
fixed on you.
not soft nor nostalgicâbut assessing and curious in a way that makes goosebumps rise on your arms.
you try to look away first. you donât succeed.
he breaks the silence with a low, too-casual, âheâs really makinâ you do his classwork for him?â
you blink. âiâm notâiâm just helping him catch up.â
he hums under his breath, that amusement back in his voice, coating every syllable in something mocking. âhelpinâ him, huh. you always were too nice.â
âam not,â you mutter.
âyeah,â he says, leaning forward just a little. âyou are.â
your stomach flips in a way you refuse to acknowledge.
before you can snap back, yuji turns around with triumph in his eyes and a plate in each hand.
âdinner is SERVED,â he declares proudly.
you and sukuna both watch the plate hit the table with a little too much force.
âyou didnât burn anything this time,â sukuna notes.
âshut up, bro,â yuji grins.
bro.
right. theyâre brothers. the kind with the same house and the same history but completely different worlds carved out inside them.
yuji sits beside youâyour usual seating arrangementâleaving sukuna directly across from you.
itâs torture.
you try to focus on dinner, but the food tastes like nothing. youâre too aware of the man in front of you. of the way his hand dwarfs his fork. of the tattoos that crawl up his veins, ink meeting sinew. of the metal on his face catching light every time he shifts. of the quiet way he eatsâunlike yuji, who practically inhales his food.
at some point, sukuna leans back, eyes still on you, elbow resting on the back of his chair. he doesnât speak. doesnât interrupt yujiâs excited retelling of a stupid class story.
he just watches you. until you squirm.
you hate that he sees it. you drop your gaze to your plate.
but then, under the tableâsomething brushes your ankle. you jolt subtly, knee bumping the underside of the table.
yuji doesnât notice, but sukuna smiles. a slow smile that feels like itâs meant to unravel you one string at a time.
he doesnât pull away.
his foot stays thereâresting against yours like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
you try to move your foot back. he follows. pressing gently.
your breath stutters. your fork pauses mid-air.
âyou okay?â yuji asks through a mouthful of food.
âfine,â you choke.
sukunaâs eyes drop to your throat, watching it move as you swallow. then he tilts his head and mouths something silentlyâso only you can see it.
donât run.
your heart slams. you force yourself to finish your meal, though you donât taste a damn thing.
yuji finally exhales loudly, rubbing his stomach. âokay, iâm gonna grab the drinksâdonât eat my dessert while iâm gone.â
he gets up and disappears into the fridge.
the moment heâs out of earshot, the tension in the room snaps tight.
sukuna leans forward just slightly, voice low enough that it feels like a touch on your skin.
âyouâre real bad at hiding shit,â he murmurs.
you grip your fork. âhiding what?â
he raises a brow. âthe way youâve been lookinâ at me since you walked in.â
your breath falters.
he smiles. âdidnât look at me like that when i left.â
you want to deny it. you want to throw something at him. you want to run.
instead, all you manage is a tiny, pathetic, ââŠshut up.â
his eyes soften for half a secondâamusement, victory, something else you canât nameâand then he drags his foot lightly up your calf under the table.
your pulse jumps.
yuji returns a moment later, completely oblivious, carrying three drinks like heâs hosting a banquet.
âokay! i gotâhey, why are you two so quiet?â
you choke. âno reason.â
sukuna doesnât even try to hide his smirk.
yuji doesnât even make it to dessert.
one minute heâs talking through a mouthful of food, and the next heâs curled sideways on the couch in the living room, face pressed into a pillow, snoring softly like someone unplugged him mid-sentence.
you stare at him for a second and sigh. ââŠhe lasted longer than usual.â
from behind you, sukunaâs voice is low and way too entertained.
âdonât give him that much credit.â
you ignore the way your stomach flutters and start clearing the plates, stacking yours on top of yujiâs, gathering forks, pushing crumbs into your palm. it feels safer to have your hands busyâsomething to do besides think about sukuna or how his eyes followed you all dinner.
the kitchen is dimmer now, warm under the stove light. quiet except for the clink of dishes. yujiâs muffled snoring drifts in from the living room. the air feels thick, heavy with end-of-night softness.
you bend over to load the dishwasher, reaching for a plate on the bottom rackâŠ
âŠand thatâs when you hear them.
slow footsteps behind you.
you feel him before he speaksâheat at your back, the faint brush of air as he exhales, the subtle shift of the room around someone as big as him.
âyou really doing the dishes?â he says, voice low enough to curl behind your ear. âyujiâs not even awake to witness it.â
you roll your eyes at the plate in your hand. âiâm being nice.â
âyou always were.â
your stomach dips.
you reach farther into the dishwasher, bending a little more, muttering, âitâs fine, i donât mindââ
thatâs when it happens.
you feel itâa slow nudge at your backside. a hip bump. not subtle. nowhere near being accidental. you gasp and straighten halfway before you even think about it.
âthe fuckâ?â
you turn, and sukuna is standing right behind you, way too close, one eyebrow piercing lifting as he drags his hips back a couple inchesâŠ
only to roll them forward againâslow, exaggerated, mocking in the rudest possible way.
a fucking air-hump. right into your ass.
you choke on your own breath. âwhatâwhat are you doing?â you hiss, eyes wide, hands still gripping a fork like youâre about to duel him with it.
âcorrecting your form,â he says casually, gesturing at the dishwasher. âyouâre bendinâ like you want attention.â
âi was not bending like that,â you whisper harshly.
he steps forward half an inchâjust enough to feel the heat of him against your back.
âyou kinda were,â he murmurs.
your pulse hits dangerous levels.
you turn to shove him awayâat least thatâs the planâbut he catches your wrist, grip firm but not tight, eyes dropping to your mouth for a split second before flicking back up like he didnât mean to.
ârelax,â he says, voice dropping into something warm, amused, and infuriatingly soft. âif i wanted to actually fuck with you, sweetheart⊠youâd know.â
your knees nearly give out. you pretend they donât.
you rip your hand back. âyujiâs in the next room.â
sukuna lifts a brow. âand?â
you glare. âso donât be an asshole.â
âcanât help it.â he leans closer, voice brushing your neck. âyou bring it outta me.â
you swallow hard, turning back to the dishwasher because looking at him is dangerous.
he watches you for a moment with a silent, heavy gaze, dragging across your back as you finish stacking plates.
then you feel his breath near your ear again. âfinish up,â he murmurs, something darker slipping into his tone. âiâm not done with you.â
you grip the dishwasher door until your knuckles ache. and yuji keeps snoring, completely unaware that his older brother is behind you, smirking like he knows exactly how fast your heart is pounding.
you wipe your hands on the dish towel, fingers still slightly trembling from whatever the hell that âairhumpâ was supposed to be. you tell yourself it was stupid, meaningless, not worth thinking aboutâand then your stomach twists, proving you wrong immediately.
yuji is passed out on the couch, one arm over his face, snores muffled by the pillow he stole from your house. his soft breathing fills the otherwise quiet house, the kind of nighttime silence that makes everything else feel louder. heavier.
you sling your bag over your shoulder, take a steadying breath, and tell yourself youâre fine. you survived dinner. you survived sukuna staring at you like he was trying to decide whether to devour you or laugh at you. you can survive saying a polite goodnight.
you move down the hallway, footsteps soft on the carpet. you pass the bathroom, the closet, the familiar creak in the floorboard near yujiâs door, and thenâyou reach sukunaâs room.
you only mean to look in. just a glance. just a âlaterâ or a âbye.â
you donât even get that far.
a hand wraps around your wrist and yanksânot painfully, but efficiently, like heâs practiced the motion a thousand times. you stumble forward, and before you can catch your balance, he pulls you into his room and shuts the door with a quiet, final click.
your back hits the wall. not hard. just enough that you gasp, the shock traveling all the way to your knees. when you blink up, sukuna is standing inches from you, one hand braced beside your head, the other still loosely around your wrist as if waiting to see if youâll run.
his room smells like soap and darker elementsâcedar, smoke, warm skin. it hits you all at once, settling under your ribs, making it far too hard to breathe normally.
âyou were really gonna leave without saying anything to me?â he asks, voice almost amused.
âiâi didnât wanna wake yuji,â you manage, even though youâre suddenly very aware of the fact that you canât look him in the eyes without feeling too much.
âthat so?â he murmurs, leaning in just slightly. ââcause you walked past my door real fast. almost like you were trying to escape.â
you try to step to the side, but he shifts with you, blocking the one direction you mightâve slipped away. his body doesnât press into you, but it hangs close enough that you feel the heat of him, the quiet intensity that wasnât there when he was younger. everything about him feels deliberate now. intentional.
âi wasnât escaping,â you say softly. âi was leaving.â
âmm.â he tilts his head just a little, eyes dragging over your face. âand here i thought youâd at least say bye before running.â
âi wasnât runniââ
âyou were.â the faintest smile tugs at the corner of his mouth before he adds, âyou still do that.â
you swallow hard. âdo what?â
sukunaâs gaze slides from your eyes to your lips, lingering there for a heartbeat too long. âget shy.â
the breath you take isnât steady. not even close. he noticesâof course he noticesâand his fingers release your wrist only to settle at your waist instead, warm and sending a rush of awareness straight through your core.
âiâm not shy,â you whisper, even though your whole body betrays you.
his smile growsânot cocky, but like he just solved some puzzle that only he was working on. âyeah,â he says, voice dropping, lips brushing the edge of your cheekbone as he speaks, âyou are.â
his hand slides up your hip, light but purposeful, guiding you just the slightest bit closer until his chest nearly touches yours. only an inch of air separates your bodies, and itâs unbearable.
âyou didnât look at me like that when i left,â he murmurs, his breath warm against your jaw.
âlike what?â it comes out barely audible.
âlike you want me to kiss you.â
your stomach drops. your face heats. your throat tightens with something impossible to name. you almost deny itâyou should deny itâbut the words wonât come.
and something in your silence tells him everything.
sukunaâs thumb traces the line of your jaw, slow enough to make your breath catch. âsay it,â he whispers.
you shake your head. your heart is pounding too fast to speak.
âdidnât think so,â he says, eyes half-lidded. âgood thing i donât need you to.â
before you can react, he closes the distanceâletting you feel every second of it. his mouth brushes yours once, soft, testing. your breath rises sharply. he waits, like heâs giving you a chance to pull away.
you donât.
your fingers curl into the front of his hoodie, pulling him closer without thinking, and thatâs all it takes. sukuna kisses you fully thenâdeep, warm, devastatingly slow. the kind of kiss that feels like itâs been many years overdue. the kind that steals your breath so quietly you donât notice until youâre gasping into him.
he hums against your mouth, one hand sliding to the back of your neck, tipping your head the way he wants, his lips moving against yours with ease that makes your knees weak.
when he finally breaks the kiss, he stays close, forehead brushing yours, breaths mingling. âthere you go,â he murmurs, voice roughened by restraint. âfinally got you to stop pretending.â
your eyes flutter open.
his are already on you, hungry for the next bite.
âyou shouldâve said goodbye earlier,â he adds softly. âi wouldnât have let you leave.â
the first kiss is nothing compared to the second.
the moment he hears your breath hitch right against his mouthâsukuna cups the side of your neck, fingers sliding under your jaw, and pulls you back into him. no hesitation this time. no testing. he kisses you like heâs been denying himself the thought of it for years and finally gave in.
your back presses harder into the wall as his mouth moves against yoursâslow at first, savoring, learning every tiny sound you make. his lips part just enough to taste you, and when your tongue brushes his, something low and electric shoots through both of you.
he makes a quiet sound in the back of his throat. you feel it more than hear it.
his free hand slides to your waist, then your hip, then down to the curve of your thigh, gripping just enough to pull you up into his kiss. your hands rise on instinct, fists curling in the fabric of his hoodie, anchoring yourself to him like youâre afraid youâll fall.
you donât even realize youâre trembling until he notices.
âeasy,â he murmurs against your mouth, voice low, impossibly gentle for someone who looks like him. âbreathe.â
you try. you fail.
and he clearly likes it.
he catches your wrists when you try to pull him closer, fingers wrapping around both, guiding your hands up over your head and pressing them into the wall above you. the movement is slow, controlled, the kind you could fight if you wanted to⊠but you donât.
you let him pin you there, wrists held in one of his hands, bodies flush, heat rolling between you in waves.
âthatâs better,â he whispers, lips brushing your cheekbone as he drags a kiss down to your jaw. âkeep âem there.â
your breath stutters again, a soft, pathetic little exhale you canât swallow down fast enough. he hears it. he smiles against your skin.
âknew youâd be like this,â he whispers. âknew it.â
he kisses your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouthâthen dips lower, to the side of your neck. his lips are warm at first, barely pressure, barely there⊠and then he sucks.
your knees threaten to buckle. he feels it, and pushes his thigh between yoursânot hard, just enough to keep you standing, enough to drag a shaky breath out of you.
âstill shy?â he asks against your throat.
you shake your head, even though you definitely are.
he laughs quietly, the sound rumbling into your skin, before kissing lowerâalong the line of your neck, down your shoulder, back up again like heâs mapping you with his mouth.
your hands flex uselessly against the wall, wrists pinned in his grip. you canât touch him. canât pull him closer. canât do anything except feel him.
and he takes full advantage.
he kisses up the column of your neck, slow and unhurried, until he reaches your ear.
his breath is warm when he speaks. âcome here.â
he lets go of your wrists only so he can slip his hands around your waist and lift youânot fully off the ground, just enough that your balance shatters. he turns you easily, guiding you away from the wall and toward the bed behind him.
your back hits the mattress before you fully process the movement. sukuna stands over you for a moment, chest rising and falling, eyes dark, pupils blown.
youâve never seen him look at anything the way heâs looking at you now. he leans down, bracing one knee on the bed, caging you in with his body.
âbeen thinkinâ about this all night,â he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair off your cheek before kissing you againâdeeper this time, slower. âthe way you looked at me⊠the way you kept pretending you werenât.â
your fingers finally find his hoodie, grabbing it, pulling him down until heâs almost on top of you.
his hand slides up your thigh, over your hip, across your stomach, leaving heat everywhere he touches.
your breath is shaky, your heart out of control.
âjust say it,â he whispers against your mouth. âsay you want me.â
you donât say it, but you kiss him like you do. and he takes that as an answer.
his hoodie comes off first.
you donât even realize youâre tugging at it until he shifts, helping you peel it up over his head, revealing a solid, cut chest inked in blackâtattoos wrapping his torso like armor, crawling up his sides and disappearing into the shadows of his collarbone.
he looks unreal in the low light, all sharp lines and sculpted heat, muscle flexing as he braces his hands on either side of you.
your eyes trail down without permission. the slope of his chest, the flex in his abs when he exhales, the deep cut of his hips narrowing into the waistband of his sweats. his lip glints when he smilesâbarely there, cocky, knowing.
âthat look better than you imagined?â
your breath catches. âshut up.â
his smile widens. âyou didnât say no.â
he leans down againâkisses you slow. your hands map over his chest now, feeling the warmth of him, the weight, the way he moves under your palms. he groans low when your nails scrape lightly across his abs.
âyou tryna kill me, sweetheart?â
you grin against his mouth. âmaybe.â
he chuckles. he kisses you again, this time harder, his tongue sliding against yours until youâre gasping. then his mouth moves downâneck, collarbone, sternumâlips dragging over skin like heâs starving for every inch.
his hands find the hem of your shirt. âthis comes off,â he says, already tugging it up.
you arch slightly to help him. the shirt lands somewhere behind you. his eyes rake over your chest, and you swear he breathes deeper just looking at you.
âfuck,â he murmurs, mouth already lowering. âi missed a lot.â
he wraps his lips around the swell of your breast, tongue flicking once before he sucks. you jolt, hips twitching, a gasp spilling out of you before you can stop it. his teeth graze, soft but suggestive, before he switches sidesâmouth worshiping, hands roaming your waist and hips like heâs trying to memorize you by touch alone.
âkunaââ your voice cracks. âs-stop teasing.â
he laughs against your skin. âthought you were shy.â
you shove at his shoulder. ânot that shy.â
his eyes flash. âgood.â
his hand slips downâunder your waistband, fingers pressing between your thighs through your underwear. his touch is warm, rough, perfect.
you jolt. âoh myââ
âthatâs more like it,â he murmurs, lips brushing yours again as he starts to rub slow circles over the damp fabric. âbeen wondering how youâd sound.â
your fingers dig into his arm, your hips lifting instinctively, chasing the rhythm of his hand. he watches youâfascinated, like heâs trying to sear the image into memory.
he drags the fabric aside and sinks a finger in. your mouth drops open, a soft, choked sound escaping. he groans low in his chest, eyes darkening.
âfuck, youâre soaked.â
you canât answer. canât think. can barely breathe.
he pumps his finger slow, then adds anotherâstretching you just enough to burn, just enough to make you whimper and clutch the sheets.
âthatâs it,â he murmurs. âtake it. knew you could.â
your hips stutter. he curls his fingers, and your whole body lights up.
âkunaâpleaseââ
âwhat do you want, baby?â his mouth is at your ear again, tongue flicking the shell before he nips at it. âwant me to keep playing with you? want more?â
you nod frantically. âyesâyes, more, i wantââ
âsay it.â
you whine, breathless. âi want you.â
he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, eyes locked on yours. âgood girl.â
he shifts lower like heâs been waiting all night to get between your thighs.
your breath catches when he drags your pants down alongside your underwear, slow enough to make you feel every inch of the fabric leaving your skin. he tosses them somewhere behind him without lookingâeyes locked, laser-focused, hungry in a way that makes your whole body throb.
he spreads your knees with two fingers hooked behind them, guiding you open until you feel exposed in a way that isnât embarrassingâjust intimate. like heâs letting you know he wants all of you, every inch, every tremble, every breath.
âlook at you,â he whispers, voice dark with awe that heâd never say out loud. âfuck.â
his thumb drags up your inner thigh, slow, reverent, as if heâs got all the time in the world and heâs choosing to spend every second right here.
you feel the heat of his breath firstâright where you want himâbefore you feel his mouth.
he kisses the inside of your thigh, once, twice, lips warm, breath shaky like heâs the one barely holding it together. his fingers press into your skin like heâs steadying himself.
âbeen thinking about this,â he murmurs, kissing closer, âsince dinner.â
your toes curl. âk-kunaâŠâ
âshh.â he smiles against your skin. âiâm getting there.â
he moves in slowly, purposefully, hands sliding under your thighs to pull you closer to the edge of the bed. the motion is smooth, easyâheâs strong enough that he barely has to try. your breath skips.
his thumbs spread you open. his eyes drop.
he groans. audibly. âfuck⊠youâre perfect.â
and then he lowers his head.
his tongue slides through your folds in a slow, deliberate lick that makes your whole body jolt off the bed. your hand flies to his hair without permission, fingers threading through the soft strands as you gasp.
he groans again, deeper this time, like the taste of you just punched the air out of his lungs.
âshit, sweetheart,â he mumbles against you, voice muffled. âno wonder you were actinâ shy.â
he licks againâlong, slow, savoring every inchâand you swear your vision fades at the edges.
youâre shaking. your thighs tense around his head instinctively, but he just smirks against you and presses them wider.
âkeep âem open,â he murmurs, tongue dipping lower. âlemme eat.â
and thenâthen he really gets into it.
his mouth latches onto your clit, sucking gently, tongue flicking in a rhythm that feels too good too fastâyour back arches, hands flying to the sheets.
âkunaâfuckââ
he moans like your voice is feeding him. the vibration makes your hips jerk.
he slides two fingers back inside you at the same time his tongue circles your clitâslow, curling right against that spot that makes your stomach twist.
your gasp turns into a broken whine.
âyeah,â he grunts softly, pumping his fingers deeper, âright there, huh? thatâs where you start shaking?â
you whimper. thatâs all it takes. he chuckles into youâa hot, smug, god of a soundâand curls his fingers harder.
your thighs tremble. âiâmâiâm gonnaââ
âgood,â he growls, dragging his tongue up before sucking your clit into his mouth again. âgive it to me.â
your hand clamps around his hair. your whole body goes tight, and then you break.
your orgasm crashes through you so violently you cry out, thighs shaking uncontrollably around his head. sukuna doesnât pull away. he holds you there, mouth working you through every wave, swallowing every sound you make.
âthatâs it,â he whispers when you finally slump back, breathless, shaky. âgood fuckinâ girl.â
youâre panting, still trembling as he kisses the inside of your thigh again, slow and soft now, letting you come down.
but he doesnât move away. he crawls up your body, mouth warm, breath hot, chest brushing yours as he hovers above you.
he grabs your jaw gently, thumb rubbing your lower lip as he leans in, lips ghosting yours but not kissing yet.
âthink youâre done?â he murmurs.
you stare at him, flushed, breath shallow. âiâi donât knowââ
his mouth curls into a slow grin. âyouâre nowhere fuckinâ close.â
he kisses you finallyâletting you taste yourself on his tongue, letting you feel exactly what he plans to do to you next. his hand wraps around your thigh, dragging it up around his hip.
you feel himâhard and heavy against you through his sweats. your skin burns with it. he doesnât even have to move and youâre already clenching around nothing.
ââm not stopping,â he murmurs against your mouth, voice low enough to vibrate in your chest. âtil you beg.â
he catches your stare, eyes narrowing slightly like he knows exactly what youâre thinking. then he shifts back onto his heels and leans against the wall beside the bed, thighs spread wide, hand dragging down the front of his sweats.
your breath catches. he palms himself slow, watching you.
âcâmere,â he says, nodding down. âif youâre gonna be a brat about it, least you can do is put that mouth to use.â
your stomach flips.
you slide down to the floor, onto your knees between his legs, palms resting on his thighs. he watches you with heavy-lidded eyes, pupils blown wide, jaw tense like heâs holding himself back from saying something filthy.
you hook your fingers in the waistband of his sweats and pull them down just enough to free him.
your mouth parts.
heâs thick. flushed and heavy at the tip, veins trailing up the length, a glisten of precum already beading at the head. He wraps a hand around the base and gives it one lazy stroke before tapping it against your lips.
âopen up.â
you do. immediately.
you wrap your lips around the tip and suckâslow, dragging your tongue over the underside. his groan is immediate,.
âfuck, thatâs it,â he grits. âtake it slowâlemme feel that tongue.â
you do.
you move down, inch by inch, working him deeper. spit pools at the corner of your mouth, his cock stretching your lips, pressing hot against your tongue. your hand wraps around what you canât fit, stroking in time with your mouth.
his hand slides into your hair, not forcingâjust holding, thumb brushing your cheekbone every time you take him a little deeper.
âyouâre so fuckinâ pretty like this,â he mutters, voice ragged. âmouth full of cock, eyes all glassyâshit.â
you moan around him, and he bucks, hips twitching.
âyou like that, huh?â he pants. âlike suckinâ me while your pussyâs still throbbing from beinâ teased?â
you nod, tongue flicking over the tip when you come up for air. your lips are swollen, your chin wet, your breath shallow.
he grunts, tightening his fist in your hair. âshitâgonna cum if you keep that upââ and then he pulls you off, panting.
you blink, confused, lips parted.
âno,â he rasps. ânot yet.â
he drags you up by your arms, effortlessly. his mouth already finding yours again as he pushes you back onto the bed. his cock, still slick with your spit, presses against your inner thigh.
âwanna cum inside you,â he murmurs between kisses, âwanna watch your face when i do.â
your breath stutters.
he parts your thighs with both hands, wide and greedy, and settles between them, cock dragging over your entranceâjust once, just enough to make you gasp.
then he pushes in. stretching you open inch by inch until he bottoms out, forehead pressed to yours, breath ragged in your ear.
your back arches off the bed. your nails dig into his biceps. heâs so deep.
âfuck,â he groans. âthis pussyâalways meant to be mine.â
you gasp, hands scrambling to hold him closer.
his hand catches your jaw, tilting your head just slightly so he can see every shift in your expression.
âeyes on me,â he whispers. âwanna see you fall apart.â
and then he starts to move. his hips roll into yours with control that makes your toes curlâhis cock dragging against every spot inside you, his mouth brushing yours every time he thrusts in.
âlook at you,â he pants, kissing your cheek, your jaw, your mouth. âalready fucked out and i havenât even gotten started.â
you whimper, thighs shaking around his hips. âkunaââ
he hushes you with a kiss, and keeps fucking you through it, one hand curling around your waist, the other tangling in your hair.
âwanna see you cum like this,â he breathes. âright here, lookinâ at me. fallinâ apart on my cock.â
youâre already close. he knows.
his hips drag back just enough to make you whimper, then roll forward again, deep and heavy, grinding the base of his cock against your clit each time.
âyou feel that?â he murmurs against your mouth. âfeel how deep i am?â
you canât answer. your eyes flutter. your thighs twitch. your breath keeps catching somewhere between your ribs and your throat.
he dips his head lowerâkisses along your jaw, down your neck, tongue dragging lazily over your pulse.
âdonât go quiet now,â he growls. âwasnât so shy with my cock in your mouth.â
your cheeks flush hotter. your hips buck up instinctively, chasing friction. he groans at the way you clench around him, hips stuttering.
âgoddamn,â he mutters, pulling back to look at you. âyouâre gonna cum just from this, huh? from me fuckinâ you slow and talkinâ to you?â
you nod, frantic, desperate, gasping when he changes the angle just slightlyâgrinding deeper, bottoming out again, your walls fluttering around him.
his hand slides down your side, firm and possessive. he grabs your thigh and pushes it up, folding you open even more, cock slipping in deeper than before.
your moan breaks right against his mouth.
âthere,â he saysâalmost to himself. âthatâs it. thatâs where you like it.â
your hands clutch at his back, fingers sliding over warm skin, over shifting muscle, nails digging in when he thrusts just right again.
you feel it building. it coils low and hot, right behind your navel, pulsing with every drag of his cock, every filthy sound he makes in your ear.
he sees it too. his eyes lock on yours, dark and full of something youâve never seen from him beforeâraw.
âclose?â he asks, breathless.
you nod. âkunaâpleaseâdonât stopââ
his forehead presses to yours, and he fucks you harderâstill deep, but less controlled now, pace picking up.
âyou gonna cum for me, baby?â he pants. âcum on my cock like a good girl?â
you nod againâchoked, messy, right on the edge.
âlook at me,â he growls. âwhen you cum, look at me.â
you do. and when he slams in one last time, angle perfect, pressure perfectâyour whole body locks up.
the orgasm hits hard. your mouth falls open, breath shattering, eyes wide and glassy as you squeeze around him, wet and pulsing and uncontrollable.
âfuckâfuck,â he groans, losing rhythm. âthatâs itâfuckinâ perfectâlook at youââ
you cry out again, grabbing at him, trying to breathe, trying to stay conscious. he doesnât stop movingânot until heâs right there with you.
âgonna cum inside you,â he mutters against your mouth. âwant you full, drippingââ
you whimper, too far gone to answer. he thrusts once, twiceâthen buries himself deep and groans, low and animal, as he spills inside you.
he stays there, deep and stillâchest heaving, arms shaking with the effort to keep himself from collapsing on top of you. your hands trail up his back, shaky and slow, fingertips ghosting over the ink there.
youâre both silent for a moment. just breathing. just existing. and thenâ âyou really werenât gonna say hi to me?â he whispers, nose brushing yours.
you blink up at him, lips swollen, voice nearly gone. âyou didnât say hi either.â
his mouth twitches. he kisses you againâsofter now, longer. like he wants to keep tasting what he missed.
then he pulls out slowly, carefulâand groans at the mess youâve both made. his cum spills out of you, sticky and warm against your thighs.
he watches it. a little too long.
you shift beneath him, flushed and spent, and mumble, âyouâre being weird.â
he doesnât even look up. âyouâre leaking. my work here is done.â
you slap his chest. weakly. âstop staring.â
âstop leaking.â
âkuna.â
he finally lifts his head, grinningâmessy hair, flushed cheeks, smug as all hell. âdonât look at me like itâs my fault you canât hold it in.â
you gape at him, mouth falling open. âi just got rearranged like damn ikea furnitureâmaybe give me five minutes?â
he laughs, head dropping to your shoulder. âyouâre so dramatic,â he murmurs into your neck. âyou loved it.â
you try to smack him again, but your arm flops back down instead. âshut up. iâm sore.â
âyouâre gonna be more sore tomorrow.â he sounds pleased about it.
you groan, tossing your head back into the pillow. âyouâre the worst.â
he hums. âmm. you came so hard you forgot your name. i think iâm the best.â
you glance down at him, raising a brow. âi did not forget my name.â
âyou whimpered,â he says, kissing your collarbone. âlike five times.â
ânot the same thing.â
he snorts. âsounded like you were glitching.â
âi hate you.â
âyou sucked my soul out through my dick twenty minutes ago.â
âokay first of allââ
âit was an honor,â he says, hand rubbing slow circles into your hip. âsalute.â
you burst into laughter, and so does he.
he collapses beside you, both of you a messâsweaty, flushed, glowing in the aftershocks and still tangled in the sheets. the room smells like sex and sweat.
his hand finds yours between the blankets.
you go quiet for a moment. breathing. existing. thenâ
ââŠso do we tell yuji or just make it weird forever?â
he groans and throws a pillow over his face. âmy god, just kill me now.â
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âso the pretty nerd can ride dick, huh?â
smugness dripped from sukuna like his cologne. like that effortless, calloused charm that both infuriated and enraptured you.
the dorm's a mess. a haphazard tangle of his jacket, your shoes, his belt, your panties. the couch springs bounce with your hips. swivelling, spurring. clapping down against his balls in a lewdly wet rhythm. a plaplaplap to accentuate your whorish moans.
âsh-shutâ shut upââ you drooled, nails clawing at his broad shoulders as you scrambled on his lap. his thick cock snuggled oh so suffocatingly within your hugging walls. pulsing heavy into your nerves. throbbing just right on a sweetspot. âjust shut up 'ndâ hah - feel my pussy.â
oh he was feeling it. every sob. every quiver. every pitiful little shimmer of your tears at the corners of your eyes as you dragged your soaking walls all the way to his hot tipâ then sunk back down. wedging him so deep. so tight within your clenching gumminess that you're fluttering around him on every bounce.
cute, really. that the nerd's perfect pussy was both so insatiable and oh so pathetic.
âoh I'm feeling her.â clap! he leaned back after his palm thwacked a sting on your ass. a deep groan rumbled as you clenched. already staining him in a creamy ring huh?
âfeeling her try to ride a cock too fuckin' big for her.â
he grinned. rough like his hands that roved over your legs, up your thighs and engulfed your waist. he bucked once. twice. rolled his hips in a sinful grind that rutted his pubic bone on your puffy clit. you crumbled into a sob. "there you go, dollface. that's how you take me.â
his sharp tongue licked his lips as he drank in your quivering slit suffocating round his girth. her creamy pearls slicked him messy. he returned the favour by smearing his dripping precum all over your cervix.
one hump. two. until you're struggling to bounce in time with his ramming thrusts. pulling out halfway then stuffing you full until the sting feels warm.
âk-kunaââ you hiccuped, hands clawing at his shoulders as his grip on your waist effortlessly compensated for your messy bounces.
âc'mon doll. where's that smart lil' brain of yours? all mush? dripping out here now?â your slit's tapped with a chuckle. âdon't you wannaâ ngh, gimme a quick lesson?â
he withdrew. stringy slick strung all over. webbing between your flushed flesh. an open-mouthed kiss harassed you below your jaw. right on your bobbing throat. âtell me. where am I right now?â
you're stuttering. struggling. mouth dropping to answerâ before you're broken into a cry and your spine's thrown into an arch as he plunged back in. spraying stickiness all over. your cervix was fucked into quivers and squirms.
âm-myâ myâ ah!â
âanswers, brat.â
sukuna flicked your clit. pinched and pulled as he fucked into that tight ring until your eyes burst into hearts. every grind demanded an answer. "where. am. I?"
âcervixâ my cervix!â
you squeaked. then sobbed. his thrusts erupted into a frantic frenzy. squirts spraying. pussy pulsing. squeezing. as he fisted the fat of your ass and shoved you down to the hilt. reminding you just how inexperienced your nerdy self was. too busy stuffing your nose in textbooks than actually being stuffed full of cock.
"atta girl.â another spank to your ass. you're jerked closer. flushed into his smoked scent as he accentuates his cruelty with louder slapping balls on your plush flesh. âand what's this pretty, nerdy pussy gonna do for me? huh?â
with his thumb swirled on your clit. his cock surging up. his lips sucking hickies all over your throatâ you shattered. a clenching, creaming mess that floods him messy and bucks so desperately into a cock already stretching you full.
your release spurred a dizzying heat onto him. hot, and heavy, and wet as he snatched your waist and ground you into a filthy hump on every throbbing, thick vein. a large hand squished your face and jerked you in. lips brushing his as he ragged a grunt.
âmm, fuck yeah baby, and what am I gonna do to this pretty pussy?â
âfillâ hngh, fill it upââ
âthat's it. gonna stuff this lil' thing full.â
every time youâre ovulating, everything about toji feels amplified. he comes out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel through his damp hair, and you notice it first. the sharp line of his jaw is softened by a dark shadow. "you stopped shaving," you murmur, more an observation than a question. he just grunts, a low sound that rumbles right through you, and you feel a distinct pull low in your belly.
later, when he stretches on the couch, his shirt rides up. your eyes catch on that dark, happy trail leading from his navel down into his sweatpants. itâs not a jungle, just a perfect, masculine line that makes your mouth water. "like what you see?" he asks, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. you just nod, unable to form words, your body humming with a need that feels primal.
in bed, his scent is everywhere. he hasnât shaved anywhere, and when he moves over you, the musk from his pits hits you like a drug. itâs pure toji, sweat and skin and something uniquely him. you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, breathing him in. "you smell so good," you whisper, and he lets out a low chuckle, his stubble scratching your temple. "ovulating again, huh?" he knows. of course he knows.
your face is buried between his legs, and the musky scent of his cock is overwhelming. the coarse hair at the base tickles your nose, and you donât mind one bit. itâs animalistic and raw. "fuck, youâre really into this," he groans, his hands tangling in your hair. you can only hum in response, too lost in the sensation and the smell to care about anything else.
kissing your way up his stomach, your lips brush over the light sprinkling of hair on his chest. itâs not thick, just enough to feel like a man. you linger there, listening to his heartbeat quicken. "tickles," he rumbles, his voice rough with sleep or arousal, maybe both. you love that you can affect him like this, that your obsession is a two-way street.
he pins you down, his body a heavy, welcome weight. the rough texture of his stubble scratches your inner thighs as he moves lower, and you gasp. "so sensitive," he murmurs against your skin, his breath hot. you can only writhe, every nerve ending on fire, your ovulation making every touch feel like a live wire. "please, toji," is all you can manage.
afterwards, youâre draped over him, your head on his chest. your fingers idly trace the happy trail you love so much. heâs sticky and sweaty and completely unashamed. "youâre gonna be like this all week, arenât you?" he asks, his voice laced with amusement. you just smile against his skin. "probably," you admit. "youâre just⊠really hot like this."
he turns to face you, his dark eyes glinting in the low light. the stubble, the scent, the sheer masculinity of him makes you want to go again already. "my little beast," he teases, pulling you closer. you sink into his embrace, surrounded by his hair, his musk, him. itâs nasty and perfect, and you wouldnât have it any other way.