panthera tigris.

you hated each other.

or, well. greatly disliked.

you knew about sukuna through shoko really, the only person you hung out with frequently. her two best friends satoru and suguru were in the same business frat as him. you didn't particularly feel drawn to being friends with any of shoko's guy friends, but those two were sweet. wild, but sweet.

he was the epitome of what you found most abysmal about frat men. standoffish, gruff and rude.

he had a line of women always ready to fling themselves at him, but he couldn't be bothered. you felt so bad for them. he wasn't even the type to soft ghost like satoru did, or politely decline like suguru. no, sukuna loudly told off his fangirls and would routinely make girls cry at parties for even attempting to hit on him. part of you wanted to approach them and advise them to find better options, but you knew that friend group had some hypnotic allure. shoko thinks it's dumb, and never really understood the hype. "listen. if they wanna shoot their shot, it's fine. the sooner they learn that none of them are worth shit, the better." you simply sighed and gave up.

you hated men that lived on such high horses. internally, you hoped someone would knock sukuna down a peg. you didn't think it would've been you, fucking him on the down-low like a dirty secret.

sukuna throws you onto your bed with zero grace and as if you weigh nothing, the mattress bouncing under your back. you can barely process the shock as you watch him strip off his shirt in one fluid motion, crawling towards you in his grey sweatpants. he yanks your shirt up and over your head, his mouth on you again immediately. teeth was scraping over your collarbone, tongue dragging down between your breasts while his hands shove your miniskirt up to your waist.

“fuck! i have class in twenty minutes,” you hiss, even as your legs part for him like they have a mind of their own.

he makes a possessive growl against your stomach. “why the hell did you text me if you didn't have the fuckin' time!” it was clear his irritation was only surface level. he knew he would make do of the situation.

his fingers hook under your panties and drag them down to your ankles, not even bothering to take them off completely before he’s pushing your knees apart.

you reach down and fist his pink hair, tugging hard enough to make him wince. “make it fast, dick. i’m not missing this class.” his eyes flash feral for a moment, but little did you know he loved this treatment. you were the sole individual to get away with barking orders at him.

“bossy little shit.”

two thick fingers push inside you without warning, curling instantly against that spot that makes your back arch off the bed. a breathy moan slips out of you before you can swallow it away. his mouth latches onto your nipple again, sucking hard while his fingers pump the way you like it, thumb pressing agonizing circles over your clit. your hips roll up to meet his touches desperately. the wet, slick sounds of his fingers fucking into you fill your room, mixing with your shaky breaths and his low grunts. his eyes are always on you, drinking in all the reactions.

“you are so fuckin' annoying,” he mutters against your skin, adding a third finger and stretching you open to watch the slick ooze. "oughta fuck you silly later for making me cut this short."

“shut up…ah! and just fuck me now!”

he pulls his fingers out instantly at the request. you whine but the sound dies when he frees himself from his sweats. his cock is heavy and flushed that pretty red, beads leaking at the tip. he strokes himself a couple times, eyes still locked on your face like he’s daring you to say something. instead, you just grab his shoulders and pull him down, ankles locking around his lower back.

sukuna thrusts in with one brutal jerk of his hips, burying himself to kiss your cervix. with your preemptively wet state, the slide was smooth and delicious. you both groan, foreheads pressed together for a spare moment before he starts moving mean and unrelenting.

your poor bedframe slams against the wall with every single thrust. his large hand pulls on your right leg from behind him, hiking it higher over his shoulder so he can hit it deeper. your nails grip the hair at the nape of his neck, making him groan more. “shit..! haah, right there—” you gasp, toes curling at how sweet the buildup was becoming.

“oh yeah? ya wanna cum already, princess?” his voice is husky, sweat starting to bead at his temples. “greedy girl.”

you clench your walls around him on purpose, watching with satisfaction as his rhythm stutters and a curse rips out of his throat. he reaches between you and rubs your clit in tight specific circles until stars wave and crash over you hard. you bite his shoulder to muffle your cry, thighs shaking around his waist.

sukuna follows right after with a deep noise, hips jerking slower as he spills inside you.

for a few seconds, the only sound is both of you trying to catch your breath. as soon as you felt the sensation wear off, you push at his chest. “move. i'm about to be late.”

he stays buried in you for another moment, just to be a dick. you roll your eyes, slapping him a couple times on the chest and curse at him before he finally pulls out with a wet sound that makes your face heat for a fractional second.

you ignore the way his cum starts to drip down your thigh as you scramble off the bed, grabbing a fresh bra and panties from your drawer and pulling your skirt back into place.

sukuna leans back on his elbows, cock still half-hard and glistening, watching you with amused eyes. “you mind if i take a nap here?

you smooth your hair in the mirror, cheeks still dusted with tinge. “we’re not dating, sukuna. if i find you out cold on my bed when i'm back, i'm waterboarding you.”

he gives you a displeased look that almost resembled a pout. "you're so violent, woman." despite it, he pulls on his boxers and sweatpants, following you in a beeline.

you barely make it halfway down your hall before his hand snags your wrist, yanking you back against his bare chest. your eyes flick down at his tattooed skin, the pure muscle underneath. his body is still warm from the fuck, smelling like sweat and that weirdly strong cologne he wears.

"slow down,” he mutters, voice lilted. “you're gonna sit in class with my cum dripping down your legs?"

you shove him in his ribs, but he doesn’t even flinch. “then maybe you shouldn’t have came inside me, asshole. we literally talked about this.”

“don't like how condoms feel,” he quips smoothly, lips brushing your ear. "you don't either."

you twist in his grip, glaring up at him. his hair is even more tousled now, lips still swollen. the fresh bite mark was staring at you clear as day where you had sunk your teeth in. he looks thoroughly fucked. good.

“keep talking and i’ll block you, ryomen.”

he smirks knowing he's got you riled up. “you won’t. you like this dick too much.”

before you can snap back, he leans in and kisses you. it’s surprisingly deep and slow for a post-quickie goodbye. his tongue slides against yours in a possessive way you've only felt from him. when he finally pulls back, you’re both breathing hard and you can feel your nipples hardening again, and you could guarantee he was sporting a tent too. you were done with his little time-wasting games.

you push him off, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “i'm already late because of your needy ass. try not to jerk off on my sheets, freak.”

"so i can sleep in your bed then?" sukuna watches in amusement as you snatch your backpack off the floor and storm out your apartment door.

he leans against the hallway frame, arms crossed over his broad chest calling after you loud enough that your neighbors might hear. “try not to clench too hard in lecture, princess. wouldn’t want my cum staining that pretty little skirt!”

you flip him off without looking back, cheeks aflame as you hurry across campus. it annoyed you even more that he did take exactly twenty minutes to get you and him off, just like you asked. it was like the arrogant bastard had timed it.

you're right on time when you slide into your seat beside shoko. your engineering professor follows in a moment later, and you were just happy you weren't going to lose attendance points.

unfortunately, your thighs are sticky to the point you notice it. you shift uncomfortably to try and hold a position that doesn't have you leaking all over the plastic seat.

shoko gives you one long, unimpressed look. her eyes flick from your slightly undone hair to the faint redness on your neck that was definitely a hickey you didn't realize sukuna left on you.

“you’re late again,” she says flatly, sliding her notes from last class over to you. “and you reek of sex. and that godawful cologne sukuna drenches himself in.”

you freeze, mortified. “sukuna's cologne? what do you mean?”

she shrugs, popping her gum. “i’m not gonna lecture you. but if you two keep pretending you hate each other while you’re obviously fucking, the betting pool is gonna get ugly. gojo currently has fifty on you caving in and catching feelings first. idiot. between you and me, make sure sukuna confesses before you. mama wants free cigs,” she wiggles her brows at you.

you drop your forehead onto the desk with a quiet groan. she simply pats your back, chuckling to herself. you spend the entire lecture pressed tightly together. you try your level best to focus on the material, but to no avail. your mind keeps flashing back to that dumb whore that's probably spread across your bed chudding out.

your phone buzzes in your lap halfway through the lecture.

you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. you look to see if shoko noticed, but she's already half-asleep behind her computer.

the reply is almost instant.

you scoff, earning a look from shoko this time. you angle your phone away from her prying eyes.

your breath hitches and the scene plays in your head. you shake it off instantly. he's so evil for trying to get you horny even in class.

you sigh, locking your phone. as if he could tell you went back to paying attention to your professor, your phone buzzes three times more.

you let out a small gasp and finally shoko couldn't hold back being nosy.

“tell your boyfriend to stop blowing up your phone,” she mutters, amused.

“he’s not my boyfriend!” you hiss back.

“riiiiight.”

your phone vibrates one more time. you simply read it from the notification bar.

...

you're ninety-nine percent sure it's a nude.

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