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ᯓ✦∘˙ — the scent of ruin chapter two (repost)

untouchable MINORS DNI 18+ content warnings: college au, alcohol & substance use (drunk sex / high sex), heavy angst, toxic/petty arguments, slowburn, initial hate-to-lovers dynamics, mutual obsession. extremely explicit sexual content, rough sex, consensual choking / breathplay, hair pulling, slapping/spanking, spitting, fingers in mouth, size difference / size kink, overstimulation, praise kink, degradation/humiliation kink, crying from pleasure/overstimulation, hands bound / light restraint, unprotected sex & creampies.

all sexual encounters are strictly consensual.

The concrete plaza still felt like it was vibrating under your feet long after the heavy silhouette of Toji Fushiguro disappeared past the thick glass doors of the student union. Your fingers plunged straight into the right pocket of your jeans, your nails scraping against the cold, artificial metal of the rhinestone hair clip he had just shoved inside. The ghost sensation of his thick, rough knuckles dragging deliberately over your hip bone lingered like a physical brand, sending a delayed wave of furious heat straight up to your cheeks.

You stood entirely frozen in the middle of the crowded walkway, your lungs struggling to pull in a normal breath while the sweet, heavy scent of your own vanilla and amber perfume mixed with the lingering, metallic tang of his energy drink. He had looked you dead in the eye, told you your shirt looked bad, and walked away like he hadn't spent the last three minutes suffocating your entire existence with his sheer size.

"Hey, senior speaker notes are due by five, are you even listening to me?"

The sharp, upbeat voice of your sorority sister instantly shattered the toxic fog in your brain. You blinked, the rigid, icy venom draining from your posture in a fraction of a second. When you turned around, your face seamlessly rearranged itself into the flawless, radiant expression that everyone on this campus expected from you. You gave her a sweet, apologetic smile, tilting your head with just the right amount of gentle charm.

"I am so sorry, sweetie," you said, your voice smooth, melodic, and entirely devoid of the lethal whisper you had just used on Toji. "The sun was just hitting my eyes. I already emailed the dean our final roster for the Greek gala. Don't worry about a thing."

She beamed at you, completely bought by the angelic mask you wore like a second skin. "You are literally a lifesaver. I don't know what Alpha Phi would do without you."

"We're a family," you murmured softly, giving her arm a reassuring squeeze before stepping past her.

The moment your back was turned and you headed toward the Greek row, the smile dropped so fast your jaw ached. Your teeth ground together until your jaw clicked. You hated him. You absolutely, entirely hated his guts. The sheer audacity of Toji Fushiguro to act completely unbothered, to carry your personal belongings in his pocket like a trophy, and then mock the very underwear he had torn at with his teeth a few weeks ago made you want to wrap your bare hands around his thick throat until you choked him for real.

The rivalry between your sorority and his fraternity wasn't just petty campus politics anymore; it was a literal blood feud, a toxic house war that had everyone on Greek row picking sides. And right at the center of the crossfire was the undisputed heavy hitter of the rival house, the guy who used to belong to the streets but suddenly went entirely ghost the second syllabus week ended.

By the time you walked through the heavy oak doors of the Alpha Phi manor, your mind was a chaotic mess of old memories and current fury. You spent the next three hours organizing charity schedules, smiling at pledges, and playing the role of the untouchable, perfect queen. But underneath the pristine white sundress and the expensive scent of vanilla, you were a ticking time bomb.

On the other side of campus, past the manicured lawns of the sorority houses, sat the monolithic, chaotic fortress of the rival all-male fraternity house. The air inside smelled permanently of stale beer, cheap protein powder, and the heavy, oppressive musk of too many massive athletes crammed into one living space.

Toji pushed the front door open with his foot, the rusted hinges groaning loudly. He didn't say a word as he tossed his empty energy drink can toward an overflowing recycling bin in the corner, missing it entirely. He walked straight into the living room, his heavy boots thudding against the hardwood floor, and dropped his massive frame onto the worn leather couch.

"You look like shit," a rough, dry voice called out from the armchair across the room.

Sukuna was sitting with his long legs stretched out, a half-empty bottle of dark liquor dangling loosely from his fingers despite the afternoon sun still shining through the grime-covered windows. His sharp eyes, permanently narrowed in a state of irritation, tracked Toji's aggressive movements with a mix of amusement and sheer annoyance. He matched Toji's dark, chaotic energy word for word, completely unfazed by the heavy aura the older guy brought into the house.

Toji ignored him completely, leaning his head back against the cushions and staring blankly at the ceiling. His jaw was still clenched so tight the muscles were visibly twitching under his scarred skin.

"Where the hell have you been?" Suguru Geto asked, walking out of the kitchen with a stack of flyers for the upcoming campus mixer. He adjusted his hair, looking at Toji with a calm, calculating expression. "The chapter meeting started twenty minutes ago. Gojo was supposed to lead it, but he's currently trying to see how many solo cups he can stack on top of the refrigerator."

"Plaza," Toji grunted, his voice a low, gravelly friction that barely carried across the room.

Sukuna let out a sharp, mocking laugh, taking a slow swig from his bottle. "The plaza? Or were you just lurking around the Alpha Phi house again like a pathetic dog waiting for scraps?"

Toji didn't blink, but the dark energy in the room shifted instantly, growing thick and suffocating. He reached into his hoodie pocket, his hand coming up empty, and the realization that he no longer had your stupid rhinestone clip to twirl between his fingers made his scowl deepen. His body was still vibrating from the encounter. His sweatpants felt uncomfortably tight, his mind entirely shorted out from the lingering memory of how you smelled when you stood chest to chest with him.

"Shut up, Sukuna," Toji muttered, his dark eyes fixed on the ceiling.

"Make me," Sukuna snapped back, his voice dropping into that dark, dangerous register that usually scared the life out of freshmen pledges. "You've been completely useless since the first week of class. You used to sleep around all of Greek row without a care, and now you just sit here looking black-eyed and bored every single night."

Before the argument could escalate into an actual fistfight, Satoru Gojo bounded into the living room, a loud, obnoxious grin plastered across his face. He was wearing a ridiculous pair of sunglasses indoors, sliding onto the arm of the couch right next to Toji.

"Did someone say Alpha Phi?" Gojo chirped, completely ignoring the murderous tension radiating from the two largest guys in the house. "Because we just finalized the joint campus mixer for tonight. Every single house is coming. Total Greek unity, boys. Meaning lots of alcohol, lots of bad decisions, and absolutely no rules."

Geto tossed the flyers onto the coffee table, right in front of Toji. "The girls from Delta Gamma already text-blasted everyone saying they're coming early. Gojo invited half the campus."

Toji didn't look at the flyers. He didn't look at Gojo. His mind was entirely stuck on one specific detail.

"Is the senior council showing up?" Toji asked, his voice dropping so low it was almost buried by the bass of the stereo Gojo just turned on.

Sukuna rolled his eyes so hard he looked disgusted, setting his bottle down with a loud thud. "Look at him. Cooked. Completely done for. You only care if one specific person shows up, Fushiguro. It's pathetic."

Toji didn't deny it. He didn't even bother to give Sukuna a mean look. He just shifted his weight on the couch, his jaw clenching as he remembered the cold, lethal look in your eyes when you told him to get out of your way. You looked like an absolute angel to the rest of the campus, but the second he walked into the plaza, you became pure, unadulterated venom. And the worst part was, he absolutely loved it.

The campus mixer was held in the massive, industrial courtyard connecting the main fraternity and sorority rows. By nine o'clock, the entire space was a sea of neon lights, bass that rattled your ribs, and the suffocating heat of hundreds of college students packed together under the dark sky.

You arrived with your sorority sisters, walking at the front of the group like a literal queen leading her court. You were wearing a tight, dark top that showcased your collarbone, your long hair pinned back with a plain clip, deliberately leaving the rhinestone one hidden away in your desk drawer. Every guy you passed stopped to look, and you gave them all the same sweet, polite nods, maintaining your untouchable reputation.

"Oh look, the cavemen are here," Shoko murmured from beside you, her eyes heavy with her usual look of mild, exhausted detachment. She took a slow sip from her cup, completely immune to the chaotic energy around her. "And by cavemen, I mean Gojo and his pack of idiots."

Your eyes tracked her gaze, and the sweet, angelic smile on your face died instantly.

Standing near the kegs was the entire rival fraternity house. Gojo was already on top of a table, pouring drinks down someone's throat while Geto tried to keep the peace. Sukuna was leaning against the wall, a solo cup in his hand, looking completely annoyed by the loud music but staying for the sheer chaos of it.

And then there was Toji.

He was standing slightly apart from the rest of them, his massive shoulders rolling back as he leaned against a wooden pillar. He hadn't changed out of his faded hoodie, his dark hair still messy and unkempt. He looked completely detached, his dark eyes scanning the crowd with a blank, unreadable stare that made him look entirely unapproachable.

The moment you stepped into the light of the courtyard, his head shifted.

It was instantaneous. He didn't look at the girls trying to catch his attention, he didn't look at his friends. His heavy, predatory gaze locked directly onto you from across the crowded space, tracking you with a terrifying, silent focus.

The physical tension between you was immediate, a thick, toxic current that cut straight through the noise of the party. You felt the ghost wave of heat hitting your core again, your thighs clenching tightly together as the memory of his heavy hands on your hips flashed behind your eyelids.

"Wow," Shoko muttered quietly, her sharp eyes darting between you and Toji before she let out a dry, knowing sigh. "The air just got about ten degrees hotter, or you two are actively trying to kill each other with your minds. Go buy a drink. I'm going to find somewhere away from Gojo's voice."

You tilted your chin up, giving Toji a cold, lethal look before deliberately turning your back on him to walk toward the bar area alone.

"Hey there," a smooth, entirely too familiar voice said from beside you at the bar.

You turned your head slightly, your face instantly resetting into your polite, sweet mask, but the sight of the guy next to you made your stomach turn. It was Naoya Zenin. He was wearing an expensive, tailored jacket that looked entirely too high-end for a campus mixer, a smug, punchable grin plastered across his face.

Naoya was Toji’s cousin, a silver-spoon legacy kid from the wealthy, elitist side of the family that Toji had completely cut ties with. The bad blood between them wasn't just campus gossip; it was deep, toxic family history, and Naoya loved nothing more than trying to touch or ruin anything that belonged to Toji.

"I've been looking for you," Naoya said, leaning his elbow on the bar and stepping straight into your space, entirely ignoring the boundary of your comfort zone. He let his eyes trace down your collarbone with a slow, slimy familiarity. "The girl running the Alpha Phi events shouldn't be wasting her time with the trash on this side of the row. Let me buy you something real. Get you away from these local bums."

"That's very sweet of you, Naoya," you said, your voice dripping with sweet, fake hospitality while your fingers tightened into white-knuckled fists against your cup. "But I'm actually just here with my sisters tonight."

"Come on," Naoya pressed, his voice dropping into a dirty, intimate murmur as he stepped close enough that you could smell his expensive cologne. He reached out, his fingers deliberately wrapping around your waist, pulling you a fraction closer to him. "Don't play hard to get. We both know you're too good for the people you've been hanging around lately. Let's go somewhere private."

Before his fingers could even tighten against your skin, a massive, dark shadow fell completely over both of you.

The air grew instantly freezing and boiling hot all at once. Toji Fushiguro stepped into the narrow space between the bar and the walkway, his sheer size completely blocking out the colorful neon lights. He didn't say a single word to you. He didn't even acknowledge your existence.

Instead, Toji turned his heavy, dark eyes directly onto his cousin. His jaw was clenched so tight the scarred skin looked white, a vicious, terrifying scowl settling deep into his features. He stood at his full, imposing height, his broad shoulders squared, radiating a personal, venomous hatred that went way deeper than a simple fraternity rivalry. This was personal. This was blood.

Naoya froze, his hand dropping instantly from your waist as he looked up. The smug, confident grin vanished from his face, replaced by a sudden, rigid tension.

"Toji," Naoya sneered, trying to keep his voice steady, though his eyes darted nervously to the sheer width of Toji's chest. "Still lingering in the corners like a stray dog? I was just having a conversation here."

Toji just stared down at him, his pupils completely dilated, his expression so dark it looked like he was ready to snap Naoya's neck right over the counter. He didn't utter a single threat, but the sheer, silent territorial dominance radiating from his posture was suffocating. His hands were stuffed deep into his hoodie pockets, the fabric tearing slightly from how hard his fists were clenching.

The personal history between them hung heavy in the air, a lifetime of resentment boiling down to this exact spot at a loud campus bar. Toji didn't move an inch, just stepped a fraction closer until he was towering directly over Naoya, his shadow completely swallowing his cousin.

"Get lost," Toji rasped, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that promised absolute violence if he had to say it a second time.

Naoya's jaw tightened, his face flushing red with embarrassment under the party lights. He took a frantic step backward, raising his hands in a fake show of nonchalance. "Right. Whatever. Keep the garbage, then."

Naoya turned on his heel and quickly pushed his way back into the crowd, disappearing toward the fraternity house.

The silence that settled between you and Toji was heavy, toxic, and absolutely suffocating. You turned around slowly, leaning your back against the bar, your sweet mask completely shattering into pure, concentrated venom the moment you were alone with him.

"I didn't need your help, Fushiguro," you spit, your voice dropping to that lethal, quiet whisper that made the muscle in his jaw twitch.

Toji stepped a fraction closer, boxing you in against the wooden edge of the bar, his massive frame completely eclipsing the rest of the party. He didn't look unfazed by your bark; in fact, his dark eyes dropped down to your lips, a low, rough breath escaping his nose.

"He was annoying," Toji murmured, his deep, gravelly voice vibrating straight through your chest, exactly like it did when he was bottoming out inside you in the dark.

"You're annoying," you retorted, your chest nearly brushing his as you stepped up close, refusing to give him an inch of satisfaction. "You think you can just show up, mark your territory, and act like you didn't completely ruin everything week one?"

The mention of that morning made his expression darken further, his pupils dilating as the sweet, expensive scent of your vanilla perfume hit him like a physical truck at this close proximity. His entire body shorted out right in front of you. You saw the exact moment the heat rushed through him, his jaw clenching as he forced himself to stay completely still against the bar.

Underneath his sweatpants, his body was already heavily, instantly bricked up just from you breathing his air, forcing him to slide his hands deep into his hoodie pockets so you don't notice how down bad he truly was.

"I'm not marking anything," he rasped, his voice rougher now, his gaze fixing onto the pink bra strap peeking out from your shirt, his mind clearly trapped in the flashback of you shaking under his touch.

"Good," you whispered, your eyes flashing with a beautiful, mean intensity. "Because if you ever get in my space again, I'll make sure the rest of this campus finds out exactly how pathetic the heavy hitter of Greek row really is."

You didn't wait for him to reply. You slid past his massive shoulder, your hip deliberately brushing against his pocketed hand, sending a sharp jolt of friction straight down his spine before walking away into the neon light.

Toji didn't move an inch. He stayed anchored to the bar, his hands clenched into tight fists inside his pockets, his jaw locked as he watched your dark hair disappear into the crowd. He was completely cooked, ruined by the mere smell of your perfume, and neither of you had any idea how to back down from the absolute, unhinged physical grip you had on each other's throats.

end of chapter two

02/06/26 ( reposted on 06/06/26 )

an: i had to repost this, i forgot to add the tags when i posted and it lowks flopped T_T thank u for reading !!! <3

ᯓ✦∘˙ — the scent of ruin chapter one before the memory fractures MINORS DNI 18+ content warnings: college au, alcohol & substance use (drunk sex / high sex), heavy angst, toxic/petty arguments, slowburn, initial hate-to-lovers dynamics, mutual obsession. extremely explicit sexual content, rough sex, consensual choking / breathplay, hair pulling, slapping/spanking, spitting, fingers in mouth, size difference / size kink, overstimulation, praise kink, degradation/humiliation kink, crying from pleasure/overstimulation, hands bound / light restraint, unprotected sex & creampies.

all sexual encounters are strictly consensual.

Your hands are bound tightly above your head, your wrists pinned effortlessly against his dark headboard while a sharp, violent spike of pleasure completely wrecks your focus. Toji Fushiguro doesn’t do a single thing gently. He is too big, too dark, and completely consumed by a feral kind of fixation that makes your head spin. His thick fingers caress every inch of your body, pinching one of your nipples with his other sliding to your throat lightly choking you.

Thrusting slowly and hard into you he growls against your skin “Louder,” his voice a deep, gravelly vibration that rolls straight through your chest. “Let me hear how good daddy makes you feel.”

The air completely leaves your lungs as you drag in desperate, trembling breaths. Every relentless, punishing rhythm of him bottoming out inside you has your walls clenching in a series of violent spasms, forcing raw, broken moans from the back of your throat that you cannot stifle no matter how hard you try. The slight pain of his size is just a blur against the sheer, suffocating heat of it, your quiet, breathless cries completely devoured by the low, guttural groans vibrating deep in his chest whenever you tighten around him. “Please, daddy,” you whimper, the word slipping out unbidden as your fingers claw at the headboard, your mind completely hazy from the overwhelming friction.

“Fuck, you’re ruining me,” Toji rasps, his jaw clenched as he anchors his hands onto your hips, his thumbs digging into your skin hard enough to leave faint bruises while he drives into you with a relentless, heavy power. Every thrust hits you right in your core, stretching you to your absolute limit until your vision blurs with white heat. His hand wraps firmly around your throat again, his long fingers forcing their way into your mouth to catch your spilled saliva, muffling your loud, overstimulated whimpers as he completely floods your core, leaving you dripping, ruined, and shaking under his touch. And then the morning came.

The memory fractures right at the worst part. You remember the cold gray light filtering through his dirty blinds. You remember sitting up with his thick cum overflowing from your opening, trailing down your inner thighs while you watch him pull a black t-shirt over his broad, scarred shoulders. He turns around with his jaw clenched, his dark eyes completely blank and unreadable as his mouth opens to drop the exact, careless comment that ruins everything. It’s the phrase that cuts straight through your pride, completely shattering the high of the night before and turning a night of unhinged intensity into a bitter, humiliating mistake.

Before the memory can replay the actual sound of his voice, before you have to hear those words echo in your head again, the flashback cuts off entirely. The humid heat of the bedroom vanishes, replaced by the crisp, open air of the campus plaza. The bright afternoon sun is suddenly too loud, and the physical reality of him is standing less than three feet away from you, dragging you right out of your head. You’re paralyzed for a split second, your thighs suddenly feeling a ghost wave of that sticky wetness, your fingers tightening around the leather strap of your bag until your knuckles turn white. Toji is leaning against a concrete pillar right outside the student union. He has a half-empty energy drink in one hand, looking like he couldn’t care less about anything happening on this campus. He’s got that permanent, nonchalant scowl on his face, his dark hair messy, wearing a faded gray hoodie that does absolutely nothing to hide how massive his shoulders are. He’s the undisputed heavyweight of his frat, a guy who used to belong to the streets, but he’s been completely ghost since that morning. You take a slow, grounding breath, putting your mask back on. On this campus, you’re the untouchable queen of your sorority. You smile at a passing freshman, giving them a sweet, reassuring nod, looking like a literal angel who could do no wrong. But the second your eyes lock back onto Toji, the sweetness dies. Pure, concentrated venom replaces it.

He doesn’t move a muscle, but his entire posture shifts the moment he registers you. His eyes drop from your face, tracking the slow, deliberate line of your collarbone down to where your shirt hits, before fixing right back on your eyes. His gaze is heavy, dark, and predatory.

He knows your house is currently in a blood feud with his. But as you step closer, intending to walk right past him like he’s a ghost, you see the muscle in his jaw tighten.

You catch the exact moment your perfume hits him. The sweet, expensive scent of vanilla and amber cuts through the air. Toji’s eyes darken instantly, his pupils dilating as his body entirely shorts out from the mere smell of you. The sudden heat rushes straight through him, leaving him instantly, heavily bricked up under his sweatpants, forcing him to keep his hands in his pockets so nobody notices how much you much you affect him.

You halt right in front of him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of backing down. You tilt your chin up, your expression completely cold, mean, and beautiful.

“Get out of my way, Fushiguro,” you spit, your voice dropping to a lethal, quiet whisper that only he can hear.

He doesn’t move an inch. He just looks down at you from his height, his nonchalant attitude slipping for a fraction of a second as his eyes trace your lips, completely cooked by your proximity.

The silence between you stretches, heavy and toxic, until he finally lets out a low, rough breath. He takes a single step forward, crowding into your personal space just enough to block the sun, his massive frame completely eclipsing you.

He reaches into the pocket of his hoodie, his dark eyes never leaving yours, and pulls something out.

Your breath hitches.

Held between his thick fingers is a small, rhinestone hair clip, the exact one you’d frantically looked for all over his room after that morning. He doesn’t offer an explanation, and he definitely doesn’t ask to talk. Instead, he keeps his jaw tight, his expression lazy and detached as he lazily twirls the clip between his fingers.

He steps a fraction closer, his chest nearly brushing yours, using his sheer size to box you in against the pillar.

Without a single word, he reaches out and shoves the rhinestone clip right into the front pocket of your jeans, his heavy knuckles deliberately dragging over your hip bone, sending a sudden, sharp jolt straight down your spine. His dark eyes lock onto yours, holding your gaze with a cold, unbothered intensity as he slowly pulls his hand back.

“That shirt doesn’t look good on you.” he murmurs as you notice his dark eyes move from the pink strap slightly peaking. The bra you wore the night you hooked up, locking onto your cleavage. He lets out a faint, mocking huff through his nose, turning on his heel to walk away without giving you a single second to reply, leaving you standing there completely flushed, furious, and entirely out of breath.

end of chapter one 21/05/26 an: i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, my first series!! thank u for all the support and everything <3 also, i wouldn't have started this without my friend @bigtrashland pls go check out her stuff if you haven't seen it already !

taglist: @vlsquuu , @bigtrashland

ᯓ✦∘˙ — the scent of ruin MINORS DNI 18+ content warnings: college au, alcohol & substance use (drunk sex / high sex), heavy angst, toxic/petty arguments, slowburn, initial hate-to-lovers dynamics, mutual obsession. extremely explicit sexual content, rough sex, consensual choking / breathplay, hair pulling, slapping/spanking, spitting, fingers in mouth, size difference / size kink, overstimulation, praise kink, degradation/humiliation kink, crying from pleasure/overstimulation, hands bound / light restraint, unprotected sex & creampies.

all sexual encounters are strictly consensual.

♡ . — ꒰ summary꒱ on campus, you’re the untouchable queen of your sorority sweet to everyone, but lethal if crossed. toji fushiguro is the heavy-hitter of the rival frat, an ex-whore who suddenly went completely ghost on the streets after day one of syllabus week. a mistake that morning left you both swearing to never speak again. but between the toxic house wars and the suffocating tension at parties, his nonchalant attitude is slipping. he’s completely down bad, ruined by the mere smell of your perfume, and willing to take all your venom just to get close. you hate his guts, he’s silently obsessed, and neither of you knows how to back down from the absolute, unhinged physical grip you have on each other. ♡ . — ꒰ chapters꒱ i — before the memory fractures ii — untouchable

iii —

an: let me know if you'd like to join the tag list i plan to make this around 10 chapters long <3

　 ꫂ᭪݁ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⋆˙⟡ — NOISE COMPLAINTS

content warnings: MINORS DNI, smut, creampie, size kink, praise & humiliation kink, slight spitting, choking, anal sex, dubcon, gojo being dominant, crying during sex, overstimulation, ROUGH sex!!

The heavy, rhythmic thumping of the bass from apartment 4B was practically rattling the walls of the hallway, loud enough to make the floorboards vibrate beneath your feet. It was 1:14 AM on a Tuesday. For the third night in a row, your new neighbor was treating his place like a nightclub, completely oblivious to the rest of the building. You had tried burying your face under two pillows, you had tried white noise, and you had tried staring at the ceiling wishing his sound system would just blow a fuse. Nothing worked.

Exhausted, running on pure venom, and wearing your oldest baggy sweatpants with your hair thrown up into a messy bun, you finally snapped. You marched down the hall and slammed your fist against his door, hard, ready to absolutely tear into whoever opened it.

Then the lock clicked.

The door swung inward, and the angry speech completely died in your throat.

The man standing there was easily 6’3”, towering over you so effortlessly that you had to tilt your head back just to make eye contact. He had a shock of messy, completely untamed white hair falling into his face, He was wearing a loose black t-shirt that stretched tight across incredibly broad shoulders, and in his right hand, he was casually holding a bag of convenience store sweets.

He blinked down at your flushed, furious face. His lips twitched, a lazy, deeply amused smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“Wow,” he mumbled, his voice a low, raspy midnight rumble that caught you entirely off guard. “You look like you’re about to murder me. Come on in, I’ll give you a mochi as an apology.”

You tightened your crossed arms, digging your heels in, determined not to be charmed by a giant in sweatpants. “I don’t want your food. I want you to turn the music down. Some of us actually have to work in the morning, and the bass is vibrating through my entire apartment.”

The playful glint in his eyes didn’t fade, but he leaned his shoulder against the doorframe, looking down at you with a gaze that felt entirely too heavy for the hallway. “My bad” he said softly, stepping a fraction closer. “I honestly didn’t realize the walls were that thin. I’m Satoru, by the way. Why don’t you come inside while I turn it off?”

“I’m going back to bed,” you muttered, your voice cracking slightly from pure exhaustion.

You turned on your heel to walk back down the dark hallway. You’d only taken two steps when his hand caught your wrist from behind. His grip wasn’t rough, but it was massive, his fingers wrapping completely around your skin, the sudden heat of his palm sending a strange spike of panic straight down your spine.

“Hey,” Satoru murmured, his voice right behind your ear now. He had moved with terrifying speed, his tall frame completely blocking out the draft of the hallway. “Don’t be like that. Let me make it up to you pretty girl.” Before you could argue, his grip on your wrist tightened just enough to guide you backward, pulling you straight into his apartment. The door slammed shut behind you, the lock clicking into place with a heavy sound that instantly sealed out the rest of the building. The apartment was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the warm, amber glow of a lamp in the corner and the soft blue light of a TV screen.

“Satoru, let go,” you said, your heart pounding against your ribs as you backed up, your spine hitting the cool wood of his entryway wall.

He didn’t let go. Instead, he dropped the plastic bag onto the console table without looking and stepped directly into your space. He was so massive that he completely boxed you in, one large hand coming up to brace against the wall right next to your head. There was no humor in his expression anymore, just a sharp, intense focus that made your breath hitch.

“You’ve been glaring at me in the lobby for a week,” Satoru murmured, leaning down until his lips were inches from yours. “You think I didn’t notice? Every time you pass me, you look like you want to put your hands on me.”

“I wanted you to keep your noise down,” you bit out, your hands coming up to press against his chest to push him away, but his shirt was stretched over solid, unyielding muscle. It was like pushing against concrete.

“Liar,” he whispered, his free hand sliding down to grip your waist, his long fingers digging into the fabric of your sweatpants hard enough to bruise. “You’re shaking, sweetheart. And it’s definitely not from the cold.”

He didn’t wait for you to answer. His mouth descended onto yours in a brutal, bruising kiss, his tongue shoving deep between your lips before you could even gasp. The sheer weight of him pinned you flat against the wall, his large hand sliding up from your waist to grip your chin, forcing your mouth open wider to take the punishing depth of his kiss. Spit trailed down your chin as he wrecked your mouth, tasting like sweet sugar and the dark, heavy heat of his arousal.

You moaned despite yourself, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance as your knees buckled under the sudden, overwhelming wave of over stimulation. Your walls instinctively clenched, a sudden rush of wetness soaking through your panties.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Satoru growled against your lips, pulling back just enough to look at your dazed, flushed face. His eyes were wide, dark with a sudden, predatory hunger. “Open up wider for me baby.” He didn’t waste a single second. He hooked his hands under your thighs, lifting you off your feet effortlessly and carrying you deeper into the dark apartment. You wrapped your legs around his waist automatically, crying out as he slammed you down onto the edge of the marble kitchen counter, the cool stone sending a sharp shock through your bare thighs as he yanked your sweatpants and panties down to your ankles in one rough motion.

Your pussy was completely exposed, dripping and swollen from just the intensity of his mouth.

Satoru let out a low, guttural chuckle at the sight, his large hands spreading your knees wide until you were completely open for him. “Look at you. Coming over here to complain when you’re already this wet for your neighbor. Such a good little slut.”

He drops his own pants, his thick, heavy cock springing free, dark veins throbbing in the dim amber light of the kitchen. He didn’t build up to it, he didn’t give you time to adjust. He gripped your hips with bruising force and drove himself inside you in one brutal, unyielding thrust.

“Ah! Satoru!” you screamed, your head slamming back against the kitchen cabinets as your tight walls stretched to their absolute limit around his massive girth. The sheer, deep fullness of him hit your cervix instantly, making your vision blur with white heat.

“Take it,” he growled, his jaw clenched as he immediately began to pound into you with a relentless, heavy rhythm. Every snap of his pelvis made the marble counter creak, his thick length bottoming out inside you until you were sobbing his name into the quiet room.

He was completely ruthless, his hands anchoring your waist to pull you down onto every single thrust. He reached up, his hand wrapping firmly around your throat, not enough to stop your breathing but enough to make your pulse hammer violently against his palm. He forced your chin up, his blue eyes locked onto yours with terrifying authority.

“Look at me,” Satoru commanded, his voice dropping to a low, rough growl. “Watch me fuck you. Tell me how much you hate the noise now.”

You couldn’t answer, your eyes leaking tears from the pure intensity of the stretch as he railed you against the counter. The double stimulation of his hand on your throat and his cock slamming deep into your core was too much. Your body couldn’t process the heat, your walls clenching around him in a series of sharp, violent spasms as a massive, overstimulating orgasm crashed through you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight sweetheart” Satoru rasped, his pace quickening as your climax milked him, his thrusts becoming frantic and deep. He bit down on your shoulder hard, marking the skin with his teeth as he reached his peak, holding himself flat against your pelvis as he flooded your core with a thick, boiling wave of his release. You were trembling all over, your chest heaving as his thick cum overflowed from your opening, trailing down the cool marble of the counter. Satoru slowly pulled out of you, his cock still half hard and glistening with your combined juices, but he didn’t let you rest.

He gripped your hips and flipped you around roughly, bending you over the kitchen counter so your face was pressed against the cold stone, your ass lifted high in the air.

“Satoru, please,” you whimpered, your fingers clawing at the smooth marble as your thighs began quivering. “I can’t… it’s too much.”

“I’m gonna ruin you and your pretty holes” he whispered against your ear, his large hand reaching down to spread your cheeks wide. He spat directly onto your tight, twitching asshole, his long fingers working inside roughly to stretch you, scissoring to keep you open while your pussy was still dripping his cum onto the floor.

The contrast of the warm spit and the hot stretch made your hips buck, but he pinned your lower back down with his forearm, locking you in place. He lined the thick head of his dick up with your ass and drove in without mercy, pushing through the resistance until his pelvis slammed against your backside.

“Oh my god! Stop!” you choked out, your vision going black from the sharp, burning stretch of his thrusts.

“Take it for me.” Satoru growled, his voice thick with lust as he began to rail you from behind, his hips hitting your ass with a terrifying amount of power. He reached around, his fingers finding your swollen, abused clit and rubbing it in tight, heavy circles, deliberately driving you right back over the edge before your body could even recover from the first orgasm.

He held your hair tight, pulling your head back to force you to look at his reflection in the dark kitchen window while he ruined you. “Look how pretty you look taking my cock in your ass. Such a dirty little neighbor.”

Your body completely shattered, your ass clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed through you again, your voice completely gone as you sobbed against his hand. Satoru let out a sharp, breathless growl as he reached his second peak, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he came deep inside your ass, pumping rope after rope of hot, thick cum into your tight depths until you were completely filled.

When he finally pulled out of you, your body collapsed onto the counter like a broken doll, your breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps as the thick, white mixture of his cum and spit leaked from both your holes, painting your inner thighs in messy streaks.

Satoru reached down, his touch surprisingly steady as he pulled your sweatpants back up over your shaking legs. He wiped a stray line of saliva from your chin with his thumb, pushing it between your lips for one last taste. The silence inside the apartment was heavy, the music long turned off, leaving only the sound of your uneven breathing.

“8 AM,” Satoru whispered, a slow, devastatingly charming smirk returning to his lips as he kissed your forehead. “I’ll come knock for that coffee. Don’t be late, neighbor.”

an: this is my first story T_T it took literally like four days to finish this hoped u guys liked this <3