Professor!Ryuji Matsuyama x Student!Reader
(gender specified: m4f // no use of y/n or l/n)
mentions of suicide and smut
Ryuji is a dom then turns sub!
It was a quiet afternoon. You play with your pencil, quietly zoning out from your professor’s teaching. Could the Borderlands actually exist? Why are games played to survive? Who else believes in it?
Your internal questioning was shortly stopped once the bell rang, signaling that class was over. However, you had more important things to do than attend your seminar class.
You had read your professor’s research about near-death experiences; it fascinated you. Where did he get this information from? Did he experience it himself? Was it after his car accident?
Ryuji Matsuyama was his name. After the death of his student, no one really wanted to be near him. They believed he was insane, that he shouldn’t have been allowed to continue teaching. Yet, here he was. Standing in front of you, only focused on gathering his papers.
“Excuse me, Mr. Matsuyama,” you say softly. “I have a few questions.”
“Regarding what,” he states, continuing to shuffle his papers.
“Regarding your research on near-death experiences and the Borderlands,” you assert.
Ryuji Matsuyama stops shuffling his papers. It’s as if his whole world stopped, because it basically did. Someone being interested in his work instead of avoiding him? Another student at that?
He looks up at you. This causes you to falter a bit. His eyes were dark and looked void of everything and anything. His stone cold face left you wondering if you said something wrong or if you piqued his interest.
“Why do you care. I barely know your name and you probably know about my last interaction with a student. Nothing for me to share with you. You’re dismissed,” he asserts.
You watch as Mr. Matsuyama wheels himself out the door, turning his back without a single ounce of hesitation.
“Asshole,” you exclaim. You thought he wanted someone to ask about his research, let alone show a ounce of interest in it. Yet, here you were. Alone. The quiet. Empty. Nothing. Your questions would never be answered; or so you thought.
As Ryuji wheeled himself out, it took every part of him to not drag you to his office and share all of his research, including interviews with survivors, to you. He didn’t want this to be another accident. Another loss of a student. Another suicide mission. Another failure. Another part of himself loss to the void of nothingness.
A few days later as you sit in class, you stare at Mr. Matsuyama intensely. You refused to let your questions go unanswered. After the death of your sister from the Shibuya meteorite incident, you’ve been wondering about what happened in her last moments. After your research on the Shibuya incident, you saw an article about the “Borderlands”. What did it all mean?
Once you entered Shushikan University after your last year in high school, you’ve spent the last four years researching about the border between life and death. Who knew that you’d learn about your psychiatry professor’s research spanning years? You wanted—needed, to know what happened in that one minute your sister’s heart stopped, leading to her passing.
Zoning out once again, the bell’s ringing wakes you up. Once you realize you’ve been unintentionally staring at your professor, your gaze was met with reciprocation from your professor.
His eyes: Dark. Void. Nothing. Lonliness. Curiosity. Desire. You were determined to find out the truth; opening Pandora’s Box once and for all.
As Ryuji wheels himself out, you follow behind him.
“Professor!!”, you exclaim. “I need to know, and I need to know now!”
“Know what,” he said nonchalantly.
“What. are. the. Borderlands,” you assert.
Ryuji Matsuyama wheels himself around to face you. He looks at you up and down, internally contemplating whether or not he should risk it all again and tell you. But the again, what is there to risk anymore?
“Follow me. Now,” he states as he turns around and wheels himself to his office.
You quickly follow behind, not knowing that this would be the beginning of a dark end.
As you enter his office, you are quickly greeted by stacks of papers and post-its, illustrating his deep devotion to his work.
You look around, simply gazing over articles and documents on near-death experiences and the afterlife. Ryuji gestures for you to join him at his desk, and you oblige.
“These are all the documents of survivors from the Shibuya meteorite incident, the one place where multiple people must’ve experienced the Borderlands. Here are interview clips too,” he states.
You skim through the survivors, immediately recognizing two of them: Ryohei Arisu and Yuzuha Usagi. They were the two people your professor was speaking to in the lobby.
“Do they remember anything that’s happened?”, you ask.
“Arisu doesn’t. Usagi…” Ryuji abruptly stops. You notice his interest in Usagi, believing that she must remind him of his dead student.
“There’s a ‘seminar’ coming up. It’s at the Koto Side Office on Tuesday. If you want to have a near-death experience, I’ll pick you up to take you,” he says.
Ryuji stares at you intensely. A hint of worry glides across his face, yet you do not notice. “This is your chance to back out. Because once we attend, there’s no going back.”
“I need to know what happened to my sister. I must experience the Borderlands. I can’t continue to live my life in solitude. No one understands. If it means dying, then I must die,” you assert.
Ryuji slightly grins, looking away as he takes a sigh, then looks back at you. You’ve piqued his interest, not just academically, but personally. A professor taking interest in his student? Despicable. Yet, you were basically offering yourself right up to him. You admired him. Besides your curiosity, you wanted him. His mysterious persona, his cool and collectiveness, it drew you in.
“Professor…”, you say softly. “Before we attend the ‘seminar’ and potentially die, do you think we could go out for drinks sometime?”
Ryuji Matsuyama looks up at you with interest. “Please, just call me Ryuji. If we’re going to basically kill ourselves we should call each other on a first name basis,” he states.
“But yes. I would like to have a drink with you,” he states.
You both stare at each other. Gazing into one another’s soul hoping to find something that says back away. Yet, to no avail.
It’s no secret that you’ve had interest in Ryuji. Ever since your first year attending Shushikan University, you’ve seen him around. Whether he was walking, or now wheeling. Being an assistant of the psyciatry department, you saw him around all the time. Did you speak to him very often? No. Only when you wanted to know what was for lunch, which to your dismay, he often said, “I don’t know.”
But being that he became your professor for your third and now last year attending the university, you were attracted to him even more.
Three days later, you decide to meet up with Ryuji for drinks. A celebration, yet final moment between the two of you, considering that the “seminar” would take place the next day.
As you walk into the bar, you spot Ryuji sitting at a corner table, already placing orders for drinks and meals.
“Hey professor. Sorry, I mean Ryuji,” you say in embarrassment.
“That’s alright. It’ll take time. Call me whatever feels comfortable,” he states as he takes a shot of alcohol.
“‘Seminar’ is tomorrow. Might as well spend our last potential moments with good thoughts in mind, no?” He says, watching you as you take off your jacket.
Ryuji takes a deep sigh in. He clenches his fist under the table. Waiting. Watching. Wanting. Needing.
“I agree. I just… never thought I’d get so close to finding out the truth of what happened to my sister. What she went through in the Borderlands…” You whisper.
Ryuji looks down at the table, then up at you again.
You feel his gaze. He always knew how to make deep eye contact. It made you feel vulnerable, so very vulnerable.
“Your eyes. Sir, they make me feel shy.” You manage to mutter out.
“Oh? Is that so?” He whispers, continuing to watch you, but now it seems his gaze intensifies.
You try your best to keep up, you really do. But because of his curiosity of your character, or his pervertedness—because you really can’t tell—you decide to look up at him slowly, finally reaching the eye contact he waited for. He longed for.
So, is this how you ended up in his office? Watching him take off his shirt, leaving his bare muscular figure on show? Is this how you ended up on his lap, kissing him with hunger as his hands reached for your waist? Maybe. Or maybe it’s because you’re just a really perverted person who finds Ryuji Matsuyama hot. Perchance.
You kiss Ryuji with passionate hunger as he returns the favor. You hold his neck, tongues connecting as you taste the shots of alcohol he had earlier. It was all dizzying, so mind-inducing.
He pulls back from the kiss, the look of hunger and lust now fills his eyes.
“Do you have any idea? Any idea how much I was holding back?” He says.
“Do you know how many times I’ve fucked my hand imagining you doing it for me? If I knew you were this much of a whore for your professor I would’ve fucked you in front of everyone quickly. I need to meet your needs don’t I?” He groans at that last sentence.
You are stunned. Completely stunned. Your own hot professor wanted you this whole time? Must be a dream.
“I need it, so badly. Please.” Your voice cracks in desperation.
“Bounce on my cock while you look at me. Now.” He demands with such nonchalantness.
“It’s professor. Be a good student and show me how bad you’ve wanted this.”
You unzipp his pants. His eyes never leaves yours as you unzip your pants as well, disregarding them on the floor.
You get on top of Ryuji, sinking down onto his length as you whimper in the delightful stretch.
Your professor may have been average size, but he was wide, wider than anything you’ve ever had.
“Please. Professor. S’ big. I c-cant.” You mewl.
“Take it all. How can you survive in the Borderlands if you can’t even take all of my cock? I’m starting to think you’re not meant for this.” He slyly remarks.
You begin to move up, then slam back down on his length as you cry out in the stimulation. Ryuji lets out a small groan, with a grin of satisfaction.
You begin bouncing up and down on his cock, your eyes never leaving his. The sounds of your slick fills the office. A ring of your cream coating the base of his cock.
Ryuji’s hands begin to hold your thighs, forcing you to bounce even harder as you moan in pure delight.
“G-gonna take it all right? Be so good f’me.” He whispers, covering up his small whimper of pleasure.
You hear this, and grin. Your stone-cold professor just whimpered?
You hold his throat, slamming up and down on him, feeling his cock twitch inside of your warm walls.
“Gonna use you for my pleasure, professor. Take what I want for m’self, yeah?” You whisper in his ear.
Ryuji’s eyes falter onto your boobs spilling out your tank top. He whimpers in response, realizing that you cracked him open. Poor thing, he just really wanted love.
You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax, and you’re sure he can feel it too by the way you squeeze on his cock.
You slam onto him three times more, leading to you cumming on his cock as he fills you up with his seed. You rest your head onto his shoulder as you catch your breath.
As you look up at him, you see a hint of softness in his eyes.
“That was really good. T-thank you.” He mutters.
“Who said I was done?” You answer back.
Ryuji has a confused look on his face as you get off him to then sit on his office desk.
“I want more. How can I be ready professor if you don’t give me more?”
Ryuji chuckles, as he wheels himself towards your legs.
He licks a stripe up to your puffy clit. Ryuji eating his own mess out of you? Atrocious, yet not to you. Not to him either.
He holds your legs open, with ease. All of the push-ups he’s done has really helped. He sucks on your clit as he uses two fingers to fuck your pussy. His seed acting as lube makes it easy for his fingers to slide in and out, causing erotic sounds of your pussy doing most of the talking.
“You’re so eager, yeah?” He says as he whimpers into your cunt.
You realize he’s not actually talking to you, rather your pussy as his lips indulge in licking and sucking on your clit, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches what makes you write in pleasure.
As he sits back up, mouth covered in your slick and his seed, you can see the evident effects you made on him again.
You straddle his lap again, catching him by surprise. You bring your hand up to his mouth, waiting for him to spit. He catches on, yet spits on his cock instead of your hand.
You slap him for that, as he groans in pain yet pleasure. His bad, he thought he’d make the job easier for you.
He watches as you use one hand to stroke his length, stroking from tip to the base, with one hand in his mouth. If he knew his student was this much of a whore, he would’ve called you to his office ages ago.
You stroke up and down his length, playing with his balls as you press on that one sensitive spot at the underside of his tip. He moans because of this, eyes rolling in the back of his head as he holds your waist.
You begin to rub circles on this sensitive spot, watching as pre-cum spills out the small slit and slides down to his balls.
“You like that, don’t you professor?”
He nods, drool spilling out his mouth as you fasten your pace on his length. He begins to moan louder, watching you as you play with him. He likes that.
You stroke for a few more times before his cum spills out, soaking his balls and your hand. His moans louder and more higher pitched than before as his mouth widens from the pleasure.
Ryuji catches his breath, slightly grinning as he kisses you passionately. His eyes are still dark, yet more cunning as he watches you lick his cum from your hand.
You help each other clean up, putting your clothes back on as you reach for the door.
“Wait. If we do end up passing the Borderlands, would you like to… formally continue our relationship. Maybe even more?” He asks.
“Yeah, I would love that.” You smile and nod.
You both know that Ryuji has no intention of returning to your world, considering his obsession with death and what happens after. Yet, you both like to hope. Pretend at least. Maybe once you both enter the Borderlands, there’ll be something in someway to draw you both closer as you relish in your last moments before death draws Ryuji closer.
Who knows, maybe you’ll join him on the other side.
thank you for reading!!! so sad there’s few Ryuji Matsuyama fanfics, so you know I had to lock in and feed ya’ll!!!
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