“Just like that, pretty girl. Just— fuck— like that,” Eddie pants above you. His camera pointed directly at the area where you’re connected. Watching the way the plump of your ass ripples with every thrust.

“Eddie,” you whine, your voice almost overshadowed by the sound of your ass meeting his thighs. His hand settles on your rear, kneading and pressing the pads of his fingers into the skin. He moves the camera up. The lens trailing your quivering body in your uniform, your soft hands clutching at his comforter and your face pushed sideways into his bed.

“Yeah? Whose dick are you taking, pretty girl? Who’s making you feel good, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, his voice broken up by groans and ragged breaths. He damn near forgets about the camera entirely when your pretty cunt tightens around his dick. A broken moan echoing behind the camera.

“You, fuck, it’s yours,” you breathe out, nearly overshadowed by the squelch of your pussy. You let out a cry when Eddie’s hand suddenly comes down on the flesh of your ass, his rings leaving behind a sting.

“Uht uht, say my name,” he orders, biting down on his bottom lip as he watches you try to hide from the camera. He fucks you a little harder until a mumbled string of his name over and over again comes from you. “Yeah, baby, it’s me.”

By the fourth date, you both were sprung. Frat!Suguru was ready to make it official, but he couldn’t just ask. The way he asked you was so chaotic. He and Satoru posted up outside your sorority house, Satoru held a big ass boombox that played one of your favorite songs, while Suguru held up a poster that looked like a third grade project.

“What the hell are you two doing!?” You opened your window to yell over the music. Suguru flashed you his pretty smile.

“What d’you say!? Yes or no!?” He called out. You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless.

“I say yes! Dumbass.” You giggled.

In saying yes, you were immediately entitled to anything your heart desired, on frat!Suguru’s tab of course. Flowers, cute clothes in your sorority’s colors— whatever you asked for.

You two were always each other’s dates to any and everywhere. His frat and your sorority were always doing events together so it gave you an excuse to get dressed up and be in each other’s vicinity. A date night if you will.

But frat!Suguru made sure you did things outside of your little club as well. He often took you to your favorite bar or your favorite restaurant or your favorite thing to do. Suguru really liked doing things you liked. You thought it was sweet, but you had to assure him you two could do things he liked as well.

Frat!Suguru is very protective of you. If he had it his way, he’d keep you away from the party scene completely, but you’d already been attending parties since before you got together, so that was a no go.

Dating frat!Suguru means you’re kinda dating his friends too. You don’t mind it actually. From an outsider’s point of view you’d think they were the average frat bro, but they were actually kinda funny when they weren’t trying to get you to hook them up with your girls.

“Your friend Yuki is kinda hot. Mind, uh, setting me up?” Suguru’s stoner friend, Choso asked you.

You laughed. “Yeah, when hells freezes over. She’s way too much woman for you.”

You enjoyed doing frat!Suguru’s hair more than he did. You were always keeping it shiny and healthy, and also trying out new hairstyles on him before you did it on yourself. Suguru loved it, it gave you some bonding time. What wasn’t so fun was when you yanked his black locks claiming there was a “knot.”

Frat!Suguru loves the desserts you bake. Almost every week, you’d show up with some new pastry you wanted him to taste test, and every time it was always delicious in his opinion.

“are you okay? is there anything i can do to like… help? you usually fall asleep pretty fast.”

well, since she asked,

“do you know any bedtime stories in Tagalog?”

“what?”

“nothing… i just need something to listen to so my mind will quiet down, but i know you reading a story in English will make me too focused to sleep. never mind, actually-”

“no, i can tell you a story. umm, okay…”

and so she does. she starts speaking Tagalog, though he notices she doesn’t have a story open in her phone or anything. he listens, but obviously doesn’t understand anything. he swears he hears the name Maria at least 10 times before he finally falls back asleep, though.

he makes Trinity breakfast in the morning as a thank you. she walks in, dressed for work, and a small smile forms on her face. he starts with, “what was that story you told me last night?”