You’re pissed honestly, all the way fed up with Sukuna and his stank ass attitude. You’d be FaceTiming the group chat right now telling them what just happened if they weren’t out drunk off their asses. But you can't, so someone is going to have to hear your mouth and it’s going to be Satoru whether he likes it or not. You’re not playing this time, enough is enough.

You don’t even bother signing out before you push through the front lobby doors, the security guard is too busy on his phone to notice you leave and by the time he does he doesn't have the energy in him to stop you. You’ll get an email from housing if he cares enough to report you. It's not like that shits going to affect you in any way though, you don’t even live on campus. Yeah you might get suspended from staying over his dorm if it happens again but at this point you don’t ever want to come back up here again.

It’s dark when you make it outside, chilly with light rain hitting your face and you can’t see which car he’s in with there being a few other cars parked out front with their bright ass LED headlights blinding you. There’s people shuffling out of each one, likely getting dropped off from the bars and you hate having to stand here looking around searching for him.

You take your phone out to text him to ask what car he’s in and not even a second later a car horn honks…you turn to look, and out of all these cars parked up of course he’d be the one in the Audi. You had a feeling he came from money with the girls coming from a private high school, but you were too busy trying to see through the Honda’s and Kia’s, you didn’t even consider him to be in that car.

Walking over, you pull on the passenger side door handle and hop in putting your backpack down. The bottom of your sneaks are wet and you feel icky having them touch the floor.

“You got down here quic–”, he moves towards you in an attempt to sling an arm around and pull you into a hug but you jerk back pushing him away.

“Aht aht, no.”

“What’s the matter with you?” He pulls back. You don’t miss the slight irritation in his voice either. He’s probably confused as hell. One minute you’re hot the next you’re cold, then you’re hot again, you can’t even blame him if he’s mad you’re coming in his car with an attitude.

“Your friend…” you start off, and it’s taking the strength of Joseline off Zeus Network to not start cussing and that’s one strong bitch to hold back from.

“What?” You hate how confused he sounds, he should already know what you’re about to say.

“You need to get him, like dead ass. I’m tired of his mouth.”

“Who?”

“Sukuna!”

“He said something to you?”

“Yes! This is like the second time too.” You throw your hands up in annoyance and he sucks his teeth at that. No shit he said something dummy, you wouldn’t be sitting here talking if he hadn’t.

“What he do now?” He leans back manspreading, like the conversation is already boring him. As if you fussing isn’t worth his time. You really don’t know him well enough to be getting hype and for damn sure don’t know what it takes to piss him off. He might have made a couple smart comments before, but up until now he’s been so patient with you…you probably shouldn’t be picking a fight. But you go on anyway…

“He keeps getting smart with me.”

“Saying what?”

“He came in saying some, fuck you doing here, when he saw me. Like who the fuck does he think he is talking to me like that?”

“I told you to stay in my room, did you say anything back?”

“Of course!”

“Then why are you so upset? It sounds to me like you already handled it.”

“Satoru…yo!” You can’t help but laugh…because oh my god…he doesn't know how fast shit can flip when it comes to you.

“Get your friend…” You start off bluntly, because shits really not a joke anymore.

“Like for real. Because I got an uncle back home that don’t play about me an—”, he cuts you off.

“I asked you the other day if you want me to say something to him and you said it wasn’t that deep. I asked you twice, didn't I?”

“Okay! But that’s ‘cause I didn’t think it was gonna become a problem. Now for whatever reason, he has an issue with me. I don’t know what for, but I know one thing, I don't take disrespect. So y’all both can do whatever y’all want with that information.”

“See, I can tell you don’t have brothers. You’re really mad over that little thing he said?”

“Satoru!” You can’t stress his name enough. What’s not clicking?

“Get your friend please! Because this shit…me and you? Uh-uh, it won’t be happening.”

“What you scared of him or something?”

“Are you!?” You hit back, because huh ? How many times do you have to say it? You can handle Sukuna on your own, but he’s acting like he’s too good to confront him on it.

“Alright. Alright. I’ll talk to him. I got it.”

“Thank you! Like c’mon ‘toru, you're actually cool as shit and I really am starting to fuck with you. I’d hate for some petty shit like that to get in the wa—” he turns his head before you could even finish, you can’t tell if it’s because of the new nickname that rolls off your tongue so effortlessly well or finally admitting to him you feel some type of way…but he’s blushing now…a shade of pink so faint if it wasn’t for the light of the nearby lamp post shining through the windshield you wouldn’t have even been able to see it.

“What, you blushing?” You tease, you’re surprised really, you can’t fucking believe it, that smooth player attitude he’s kept up since you met him done melted away like it was nothing.

“No.” He doesn’t even believe himself when he says it. How could he with the tip of his ears and his cheeks flushed a dust pink.

“Aw you blushing?” You lean in closer to get a better look and all he does is his turn away further, he’d snap his neck before he’d let you catch him. You should take a picture just to really get him for giving you such a hard time not even a minute ago.

“No.” He’s a liar and you can hear it in his voice. He knows damn well he’s blushing and why. You probably shouldn’t have told him you’re feeling him though, that’s exactly when boys take their chance to start acting up. Fuck it though, your player card already gone, you’ll cross that bridge if he ever takes you there.

“Oh my god. Yes you are, you’re really blushing, that's so cute!” You say it in the most fake disgustingly babyish voice possible just to irk him, even reaching over to pitch at his cheek too. You made him fucking blush and he can’t hide it! He’s blushing even more now with the tiniest smile starting to pull at his lips. How fucking adorable is that.

“I’ll talk to him, I’ll talk to him…” he swats your hand away. You go to lean back in your seat, you’ll leave it alone for now but you’re keeping this moment under lock and key tucked away in memory. You finally cracked it. Toru , that’s all it took to make him blush. Boy’s are so easy.

“But you fuck with me now?” He throws a look back at you ready to rub it in, you knew he’d hold it against you. Now you’re a blushing mess too and you know damn well you’re worse at keeping anything off your face. You can’t stand how easy he says it, because now he knows and he’s probably going to tell the whole world. You’re a fool for giving it up, but to see him blush like that was still worth it.

“Just shut up and drive.” You make a face rolling your eyes. He’s going to rub it in more, you already know. Y’all are both evil.

“Nahhh, you fuck with me. You said it. What do they be saying on the 'gram? Stand on it?” He cheeses so big, you love to see him smile, you really do.

“Oh my god…” Your hands come up to cover your face, you can’t help but smile though. He fucking got you back and you just about gave him the tools to do so. You can’t even be mad about it.

“You still want Wendy’s?” He puts the car in reverse to back out the parking space.

“Yeah, I think we can make it.” Wendy’s isn’t too far, it’s right outside the borough, which isn’t too big either. There might be a wait at the drive-thru with everyone outside tonight but hopefully there’s enough people back in the kitchen cooking.

“I don’t know why…but I have the biggest cramp in my back.” He says, shifting in his seat.

“Probably because you be fucking me too hard.” You joke, because yeah your legs are sore too but you’re for damn sure not going to admit that to him.

“Definitely not from that, that was nothing.” He laughs. Alright now! You roll your eyes at that.

“Maybe ‘cause you’re so tall.”

“Maybe…” He shifts again. Aw poor him, probably blew his own back out fucking you.

“All these people outside damn this–”

“Can I put on music?” You ask, you didn’t mean to cut him off, but not having music playing in the background is starting to kill you.

“Yeah, I don’t have an aux cord you have to connect it to CarPlay.”

You move to play around with the entertainment screen trying to connect your phone to it. This car is like a fucking spaceship. You see some of his boy’s and other people's names you don’t recognize in the list of previous connections. Guess your name is on two lists now.

“How do you go out every week? It’s got to be tiring.”

“What makes you say that?

“I don’t know, it seems like you do…”

“Always assuming. But it’s fun, I be with my friends, and we be having a good time. How come I never see you out here?” You’re going through your music library, you don’t know what to put on yet but you do know that you want it to be a vibe.

“Way too busy, and I don’t drink.” Is all he says and you have no choice but to take his word for it. You already know his major is harder than yours, just the intro class alone has been kicking your ass this semester.

“Nah I get it, that’s why I’m not out there now.”

“You could have gone, it was still early when we left the library.”

“You said you wanted to go back to yours?”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t gonna hold you if you wanted to go out.” Oh my gosh…can he shut up and stop playing. Now just act like you weren’t trying to take me back to yours to fuck me.

“Even if I did, I don’t really like what I have on so…”

“What? You looked good as shit when I pulled up.” He says it in such a way as if you’re crazy for even thinking you’d ever look bad a day in your life.

Oh my god…please…you’re going to ignore that.

“You could put on anything and still look good.” He takes his eyes off the road for a second to smile at you, but you’re still ignoring him…you’re like mentally blushing so hard right now.

“You still ain't find anything to put on yet?” He takes a hand and slips it between your thighs, you spread them apart in an attempt to get him to stop but he just moves his hand up further. He's not teasing, just holding you.

“I’m just going to shuffle any playlist.” You hit shuffle on one of Apple Music’s curated playlists and Through The Nigh t by Maeta starts playing. A little too slow for your liking so you hit shuffle again and settle on Offset’s Worth It . A couple more minutes of you two talking about random stuff goes by and y’all are finally pulling into Wendy’s drive-thru, and to your surprise no other cars are lined up.

“What do you want?” He asks, rolling his window down to read the menu. You can’t see clearly from sitting in the passenger seat, you lean over the center console a bit.

“Um…hold on I can’t really see it.”

“What, you wear glasses?”

“Contacts. I didn’t feel like putting them in today…wait can I…” You lean over his lap trying your best to read the menu, you hear him shift to lean his seat back giving you space.

“I’m just going to get what I always get.”

“Hi, just one moment!” A younger woman's voice comes through the drive-thru speaker. You can already tell they’re about to take forever back there. Just as you’re about to move to sit back in your seat she speaks again.

“Hi, sorry! What would you like to order?”

“You can go first.” You say to him.

“Just a six piece spicy nugget.” He says with his customer service voice on.

“Your sauce?”

“Uh...can I do sweet n’ sour?”

“We’re out of that tonight, sorry.”

“Here go the bullshit.” You laugh. You swear this place gets worse than McDonald’s on a late night.

“Just the nuggets then.” He sighs.

“You’re just going to eat them dry?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re freaky.”

“Watch your mouth.” He whispers, slapping your butt when he says it too. Shit…at least it sounds better coming from him.

“And for you miss?”

“Um…okay, do you have cold brew?”

“Ice coffee?” He snickers.

“No…it’s almost three a.m and we’re about to close.” Now you definitely ordered coffee this late from here before but okay girl, whatever you say.

“Okay, can I get a medium strawberry lemonade?”

“We’re out of that too.”

“What!” You huff. Satoru’s laughing now.

“They suck.” He whispers for only you to hear.

“I know…can I just get a sprite and a large fry then?”

“With ice?” She asks, and she’s dead serious too. Satoru’s cracking up now and you’re about to spazz, why the fuck would you want warm ass sprite?

“Yes!” You stress out then moving to sit back down, god you know it’s late and she’s just trying to do her job but is she dumb?

“Is that all?”

“Yes.” He replies back to her.

“Okay, second window.”

“You’re so mean.” He laughs out, hitting the gas to drive the car forward. You dig through your backpack to search for your wallet, pulling out a ten dollar note, the one time you have cash on you and it’s going right into Wendy’s hands.

“Hi, 9.80.” The young woman says as she opens the drive-thru window.

“Here.” You pass him the bill and he takes it, his own debit card already between his fingertips.

“I got it. Thanks though." He hands her his card, giving you the bill back and she moves to process the transaction.

“I was going to pay for it…”

“It’s like ten dollars, It's cool.” He waves you off. Guess money is not a problem for him then, what a gentleman…bare minimum but you’re starting to love it here.

“You forgot to get a drink.”

“Thank you, just a moment.” She hands him his card back.

“Can I share with you?”

“Sure…” You had to stop yourself from making a face at that, he can drink off you but can’t kiss you? Oh the fucking logic.

“You get five sips.”

“I paid for it!”

“You wouldn’t let me!”

“I’m taking thirty sips, just sit back and look pretty.” You’re going to punch him one day…

“You should have got a sweet tea…” he says.

“Ew…with fries?”

“Whaaaa!? Sweet tea is the best.”

“No. Just No.” You shake your head in disgust, how could he drink that? How!?

“You were just about to get an ice coffee, what do you mean!?”

“That’s not the same!”

“You’re right, it’s worse. Freaky ass combo.”

“You’re the freak.” Because ain’t no way he just about ate you off the bone not even an hour ago and is calling you the freak.

“Hell no, you are!” He laughs, and just as you’re about to clap back the drive-thru window opens again with the young woman passing him your drink and the bag of food.

“Thank you, thank you.” He says sweetly to her and she’s charmed. Poor thing, you can’t even blame her. His charm already worked on you too, that’s how your ass ended up here now.

“Are we parking here?” You ask as he hands you the food, you put the drink down in the cup holder.

“No, I got a spot nearby. I wanna spark up.”

“Okay.” You say going with the flow, you could do a blunt with your meal.

Where he ends up taking you isn’t even a secret. It’s a parking lot right behind the old post office building that you’ve been to plenty of times freshman year when you and your then circle of friends were too scared to smoke on campus out of fear of getting caught.

“I’ve been here before.” You say looking around, it’s still dark and creepy out here as before and you can barely make out anything in the distance with his car tints being so dark.

“With who? This my spot.”

“Definitely not your spot.” You say smart, everybody knows this spot.

“Pass me the raw’s in there.” He points to the glove department on your side and you go to open it.

“You don’t have a wood?”

“I think I got one left...you don’t smoke papers?” Digging in the middle console box.

“Not at all…unless it's a King Palm.”

“Y'all girls love those. Only one gas station out here sells them, tired of driving up there.” Damn…what bitch got him complaining?

“You got something flat like a notebook I can use? I gotta roll this real quick.” Finding the backwood pack he pulls a small mylar bag out too that has the bud in it.

“You can use this.” You give him a spiral notebook that you don't care about out of your bag and he takes it, putting it in his lap. Honestly, just watching him roll is making you horny. It isn’t even the action, but the movement of his fingers is what’s doing it for you. He’s licking the blunt now putting it together, you’re watching him like a hawk and he’s letting you, too concentrated on the task at hand. You need something else to look at before your panties get wet.

“You want your nuggets?” Reaching for the fries in the bag, just as you were about to fuck them up you find they’re cold to the touch. Disgusting!

“I'll eat them late–”

“The fries are cold.”

“For real? You want to go back?”

“It’s past three…” You sigh, looking at the time on the dash.

“Damn, you can eat mine then. I’m not that hungry.”

“Thanks.” You say sadly…but you hate spicy food so you roll the bag up and chuck it away. Reaching for your drink now you take a few sips and just as you’re about to speak again your phone vibrates, a FaceTime call from Utahime. You quickly hit decline but she calls right back.

“I got to answer this.”

“Go ahead.” Still busy working on the blunt.

“Utahime, you’re on speaker.” You get out quickly before she says something wild.

“Girl I don’t give a fuck, where you at?” She says, there’s commotion in the background, people around her talking and the noise of the Pandora bracelets she always wears jingling in the microphone.

“I’m at Wendy’s.” You lie, and you hear Satoru snicker.

“You’re lying. I got your location. Who are you with?”

“Why are you so nosey?”

“Nosey!? You told me you were going to be at the library ‘cause you had all this homework to do and not even an hour or so later I see you were over at West!”

“And I did finish, so what’s up?”

“Then why are you not home? Who are you with?” She’s yelling now, too drunk off her ass to hear herself and you have half the mind to hang up in her face again.

“I’m out ‘boutta smoke real quick, mind your business!” You try to turn the volume down but she’s still loud as hell, stupid ass iPhone.

“Bye girl, I know you’re with that fucking boy! Satoru! Bring my bitch home right the fuck now!”

“I’m hanging up.” You end the call right in her face. She’s so dramatic, but you can tell she’s more so upset that you ditched her, not the fact that you’re with him.

“Here.” He passes you back your notebook, finished with rolling the blunt, and to your surprise it’s pearled to perfection. Oh you really do love it here for real now.

“I don’t know how you live with that girl…” he starts, pulling out a lighter to light the blunt then blowing the flame out.

“...she’s got a crazy mouth on her.” He takes his first two hits then passes it to you and you hold it between your finger tips.

“She’s not that bad, she’s just playing.” But he’s speaking facts though, she’s a firecracker when she wants to be but you’d never chop it up with him about it.

“How!? She just cussed you out?”

“She ain't cuss me out.” You suck your teeth, Utahime knows you’ll knock her ass out. Whatever beef they have got him bitching.

“That is one scary little girl.” He shakes his head laughing, you take your hits then pass it back. Reaching for the sprite to soothe your throat.

“I’ll tell her you said that.” You tease, because don’t call my bestie scary or little!

“Don’t. Please. I do not need to hear her mouth.” He begs. You laugh at that because seriously, why is he so fucking scared.

“Then don’t poke the bear.” You joke. He passes you the blunt instead of responding and you happily accept it. Already feeling it in your system, this has got to be Yuuji's stuff, he really does have the best gas on campus. You want to ask what’s the deal between the two of them, all four of them even. But you don’t want to ruin this moment. Men lie so you’ll have to get it out of one of the girls eventually, you know it.

Time goes on as the two of you smoke, he’s rambling on about something his friends got into earlier this morning but you’ve already checked out of the conversation, you don’t give a fuck about them boys. His car is cozy and you feel warm and dizzy high off the blunt so you just let him talk as you sit and watch him with the biggest heart eyes on your face.

He’s so handsome…you could sit and listen to him talk for days. You’d happily play your role as his little listener if it meant getting your homework done and smoked out every night with dick on the side. Every time his hands drop to his lap your eyes travel down with them...you’ll eat his dick right now if you could and the more he talks the more you want too then before you know it you’re leaning in closer.

“What…?” He stops midspeech to look at you.

“Nothing…I’m listening.”

“What I say then?” He sinks down lower in his seat, his legs spreading further apart and wow just wow. You just might be a slut tonight, because the only thing on your mind right now is giving him head. He should know your ass was not listening!

“I don’t know.” There’s no point in lying, he could have been plotting to kidnap you the whole time and you wouldn’t have known.

“Because you weren’t listening.” He laughs.

“So?”

“Why you come closer then?” He tries instead, you can tell he’s baiting you but you’re trying to avoid answering.

“So I can listen.”

“But you’re not…so what’s up?” He takes a hand to lift your chin up to face him and you have no choice but to let him as you lean yourself up on the center console. You hate them so much, you wish cars didn’t have them, he’s still so far away.

“What? Tell me?” He continues pressing, you want it but you don’t want to say it out loud. Communicating…you’re good at it when you need to but when it comes to something like this you clam up.

“Whatever it is…I might already know.” He says smoothly, a challenging look in his eyes and you know better than to look away. You want it so bad. You’re almost there.

“What then?” You say, if he can bait you then you can too.

“You can say it. Stop being shy.” He moves to place a thumb on your bottom lip. Man, fuck it then.

“I want to suck it…”

“Yeah?” He pushes his thumb further parting your lips. He’s such a flirt, you should bite his finger off for it but it’s time to play nice.

“Mhm…” You wrap your lips around it instead, boy’s always tell you how good they look, you hope he thinks the same.

“Don’t let me stop you then…” He lets up off you and that’s all you need to be told to get down to work. He pushes the driver's seat back to give room to slide his pants and boxers down and as you come closer leaning over the center console, you can feel your knees digging into the edge of your seat as you reach to take him in your hand. It’s about to be your first time giving him top and you need to show out.

You don’t know what you like more, the sound of your mouth as you slurp him up or the clacking of your acrylic nails as you work his dick. He’s moaning now and you definitely like the sound of that better than whatever Bryson Tiller track is playing on the stereo.

He’s saying something to you but you can’t make out what it is, you’re too focused on sucking him off. He’s got one hand gripping your hair as you bob up and down, the other still holding the blunt and you pray none of that hot ash gets on you.

“You don’t have to be gentle…” He moans out as you come up to the tip again.

“Huh?” You’re taken aback by that, aren’t you already doing your best?

“Lemme show you...” He moves to hold the blunt between his lips then takes your hand to wrap both his and yours around him. “Squeeze the tip…like this…there you go.” He breathes out, you’re doing just as he directs and you swear you just heard his toes crack.

“Suck it while you do it too.”

Your mouth is back on him and you got him moaning like a bitch now, you might not be textbook smart when it comes to physics but if it’s one thing he can teach you right it’s how to suck his dick.

“Hold on…” he breathes, the blunt leaving his lips as he holds it between his fingers. The hand in your hair is gripping tighter now and you love having it tugged on.

“Fuck— you still want your drink?”

“No.” You pull off. An audible pop sound when you do too. He reaches under you for the cup. Hand still wrapped around his dick, you move to the side for him to get it. Taking the cup he drops the blunt inside and motions you to come back towards him.

Leaning back over you start up again, this time two hands coming to hold your hair up as you suck him. The more he moans the wetter you get and it's tonight you realize you actually love giving head, he’s doesn't even know how lucky he is.

“Pull these down.” He breathes out, moving to tug at the waistline of your pants. They're a tight fit, so they're not coming off easy.

“I got it…” You figure he wants to squeeze your butt while you give him top, so you move to do what he asks. Shimmying your cargos down then taking your shoes off he takes a handful of your ass and brings you closer to him, you’re completely hunched over the console at this point, your elbows digging into his thighs. Just as you’re about to protest being uncomfortable in this position you feel your thong being pushed to the side and his fingers slipping through your wet pussy. He’s finger fucking you like crazy now, didn’t even give a bitch a warning before he does it. Task at hand now lost, your slump over him moaning out his name with your ass tooted up as he continues curling his fingers deep in you.

“Fuck— shit…toru…wait!”

“Uh-uh…” He breathes out hot, slapping your ass on the last syllable too with his other hand. He’s hella deep now, digging dangerously close towards your cervix, you’d go back to sucking him off but your mind is spinning, nothing but the sound of your moans and the squish of your pussy as he fucks his fingers in and out of you is pleasing him.

Your pussy is soaked, sloppier than the mess you made all over his dick and he better stop before he makes a mess he can’t clean up. You can feel it coming on…the pressure of his fingers in you is just too sweet and he’s about to fuck around and find out if he doesn’t quit it.

“Toru…” You moan out, you’re holding onto the side of the car door, grabbing his thighs, gripping his knees, anything at this point to hold yourself up.

“Take it baby…you got it.” He slaps your ass again, he’s been so rough with you tonight and it’s turning you on even further.

“I can’t!” You nearly shout, even if anyone could hear you there’s no one in the parking lot too.

“You can, don’t tap out on me just yet.”

You throw your hair out of your face with that, don’t tap out…it’s fucking hot in here. You’ll die before you cum if he doesn’t crack open a window.

“Wet ass pussy, you gonna let me eat it again?”

“Yes!”

“Or you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes!”

“Pick one.” Bitch…both options sound great. Who the hell are you to choose? You can’t even think straight enough to answer that stupid question, he’s about to make you cum if he doesn't stop.

“Pick one.” He says again, and all you can do is babble out his name, two fingers still curling up in you and you swear by the end of this your pussy is going to be through till the weekend.

“Toru!” That feeling from before is coming back…a pressure that’s building up again.

“Yes baby? I’m listening.” Oh my god that made your pussy sing, the way he talks to you drives you crazy. His dick is rock hard and he won’t stop the pace he’s at fucking his fingers into you. It’s as if watching you come undone is what’s getting him off.

“You know, you’re such a princess when you’re not being mean…” he starts, and your ears perk up at the pet name.

“You cum on my fingers, I’ll let you slide for that lil attitude you had with me.”

“Toru…” You whine out, it’s not cumming that he needs to be worried about it’s—

“Fuck!” You feel his fingers leave you before you know it and you’re squirting all over his hand, down your legs, and onto his car seat. You don’t know if you should be embarrassed by yourself or mortified that you just soiled thousand dollar car seats.

“Shit— Wait wait hold on—”

“Huh?” Is all he says, wiping his hand on the back of your thigh then shifting to lift you up so you move to fall back into the passenger seat, you can feel the spot you soaked right underneath you and it’s fucking gross.

“It’s wet! It got all on your—”

“Get in the back.” He goes to pull his pants back up, then looks at you waiting for you to make a move. You know that look…you’re about to get fucked!

The car is wide enough for you to hop in the back instead of getting out and back in like he has too. He’s in the back with you now, waiting for you to sit in his lap so you move to completely take your thong off and the hoodie too.

“Don’t worry about the mess, I’ll get a detail soon…” He grips you at the waist as he takes you into his lap. His dick is flushed red against his stomach and you can’t wait to sit on it. You move your arms to wrap them behind his neck as you lift yourself up for him to slip his dick into you.

He fucks you nice and rough this time, holding your body close against his chest, gripping your hair and breathing your name hot in your ear while he does it too. Bouncing on his dick like this is going to make you cum quick and he knows it, he's already had you like this before.

“Toru!” You moan out. Getting dicked down in the backseat of his car was not how you thought your Thursday night would go when you woke up this morning. He’s deep in your guts and your mind is going crazy getting fucked down every single inch of him. Your high is already blown, the car is rocking now. This shit is getting wild.

“You still have an attitude?” He breathes out, looking you right in the eye as he says it too. You move to lay your head into the crook of his neck, but he pushes you to lean against the backside of the driver's seat. Your thighs are sore now and you’re scared you’re going to fall but you know he won’t drop you.

“You love this dick?”

“Yes!” You moan. What’s the use in lying acting like you don’t? He grabs your ass then, gripping one cheek in his hand with the other arm wraps around your back as he pushes you closer towards him.

“Show me then.” He slaps your ass, then grips you, letting his hand guide you as he bounces you on his dick.

“Get up when I say…” He moans out, you can hear that he’s close but you need to cum first.

“Oh my god, toru I can’t…I can’t I can’t.” You cry out. With how sore your thighs are you don’t even think you can get up. You hope he’s strong enough to get you off him before he busts.

His hips are snapping quicker now, he’s close and you are too.

“Up. Get Up.” He growls, pushing you up off his dick. Using his thumb he works to rub at your clit and you’re so fucking grateful for it. Looking down you see he’s pumping his dick, cumming all over his knuckles with some of it getting right onto your pussy. You’re cumming too now, thighs shaking as you do. You’re breathless. The hardest you’ve ever came fucking him thus far.

You’re done. You’re fucking done. You can’t take it anymore. You’re done!

“Fuck girl! Damn.” He breathes out, lifting you up to try and push you to the side. Moving over you take a seat next to him, god damn it’s hot in here.

“Check if there’s napkins in the bag. I got…shit I got it all over me.”

“Yeah…” He slaps your ass as you get up to reach for the bag sitting on the floor of the passenger seat. There’s a couple in there, you reach in the bag to pass him a few then lay a couple down on the seat where it’s still damp. Pushing yourself over the console to sit back in the front, you get your pants back on then try your best to get the rest of yourself back together. There’s no point in putting your thong back on, wearing them would feel way worse than the rough fabric of the cargos against your coochie.

Smoothing your hair down you hear him get back into the driver's seat. His pants are back on but he’s looking just as fucked out as you do, if not worse. Drake’s Spin Bout U is playing and he’s bopping to the beat.

Fuck your main page, what’s your Finsta? I wanna know the real you

You started dancin to pay your tuition, girl, I wanna know what you been through

You want a boutique or you wanna sell hair, just let me know what you into

“If you out in public and he want your number, just tell him my man’ll spin you!” He raps, playfully poking your shoulder. Looks like someone’s in a good mood now that they just nutted.

You swat his hand away and just before you can say something smart to him the sound of a FaceTime call cuts off the music, looking at the dash you see it’s a group call from The One’s and he presses the green button to answer it.

“Yoooooo! Gojo, where you at?” It's Sukuna’s voice. Please god, give you a fucking break.

“I’m out.” He says, turning the engine on.

“Out where?”

“He’s at the spot. I’m looking at his lo’ now.” You hear a voice sounding like Choso’s come through.

“The spot? With who? Bet not be with that one girl.” You make a face now…because who are they talking about?

“What girl, the tall one?” Choso asks, and before Satoru can reply Sukuna cuts in.

“Nah the new one.”

“Uhhhh—” His eyes widen at that.

“Her!? Gojo, you start talking to her yet?”

“Talk to her? Man, he already fucked her!” Sukuna laughs and your jaw fucking drops. What the hell! You turn to Satoru now, you’re about to knock his ass out if he doesn’t hang up the call right now but you know better than to speak up in hopes Sukuna doesn’t hear you. Whoever’s on the call is laughing now, you think you make out three voices.

“Man, Gojo…you gotta chill bro. Naoya texted me saying it’s a whole bunch of noise coming from the dorm asking if it’s me, I tell him nah bro, I’m not in there right now. Next thing I know he call me laughing, he's telling me some girl is in there getting cracked and she's loud as hell—”

Oh my god…your eyes are popping out their damn sockets now.

“I tell him nah bro, that’s my man Gojo. Y’all…this fool texted me a video of him standing outside the door recording as If I really want to hear that shit. I swear, something's fucking wrong with that kid.”

They’re all laughing again now and all you can do is just sit there and take it to the chin. Naoya…that furious beast looking mother fucker…ain’t no fucking way this is happening to you.

“Gojo, you got the entire floor group chat jumping with that shit—” Nah, you’ve heard enough, you’re seeing red now so you take it upon yourself to hang the call up.

“SATORU, ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!” You scream, god you’re so fucking mad your head is about to spin.

“Why are you screaming at me for I ain’t even do anything!” He doesn’t even sound serious when he says it, he’s laughing…he’s actually fucking laughing

“You think that shits funny!?”

“No no no…It’s not–”

“Bro!? Yes you do! Oh my god—” You need to calm down. Calm down. Calm down. Breathe!

“You sat there and let him say all that shit about me! Satoru I swear to god, I’ma fuck you up, text him right now to delete that bullshit!”

“Alright. Alright. Alright. Chill. Chill. Chill.”

“No! Y’all fucking chill! All y’all do is ran y’all mouths talking about bitches, that’s so fucking childish!”

“What yo!? You probably let Utahime and your friends talk mad shit about us and I don’t say anything.”

“Are you serious!? Satoru, that is in no way comparable to what the fuck they just did!”

“But you ain’t denying it though!”

“What yo!? Shut up! All bitches talk shit about their girl friends hoe’s—” Oop, now you know you fucked up the second that word came out your mouth.

“Oh, so I’m just one of your hoe’s now?” He says sarcastically, his entire demeanor switching at that. You feel bad, but watching his face pull into a sad scowl is kind of funny.

“My bad…I aint even mean it like that.” You can’t hide the amusement in your voice either, the girls are going to piss themselves when you get around to telling them this. He looks pissed too, y’all can call it even now

“Yeah? Then how you mean it?” He puts the car in reverse, backing out of the space to drive off.

“What are you actually mad!?” Because no way he’s in his feelings over this. It was not that deep.

“I’m not one of your hoes.”

Yeah boy, okay!

“Then what are you?”

“You tell me.”

“Coulda swore I already did.” You say smart back, you can tell he’s not really mad, but if he is then he needs to tighten the fuck up.

“Put your address in. I’m taking your lil mean ass home.” He hands you his phone and you snatch it.

You don’t answer right away. The bass from his speaker somewhere across the room rattling the walls, vibrating through your spine. He always blasts music when you fuck, his half-assed attempt to drown out your moans or the squeaky bed springs from the mattress he’s fucking you into, like anyone’s fooled. 

He says it again. Lower this time, dropping an octave. It knots your stomach even when you wish it didn’t.

“No…” You spill out shaky, toes curling, breath catching under his weight. You hate that it’s true. Hate it because part of you thinks it’d hurt less if you had someone else too. But there’s something twisted in telling him he’s the only one who’s touched you. Something that feels like surrender. 

The last time you fucked him was the same day you saw “Baby Girl” light up his phone screen. You didn’t say anything then. Just watched him flip it over too fast, all cool and calm like it didn’t happen. You told yourself to swallow it down, forget about it.

And you did. For weeks. Letting it burn and rot in your gut while you sat on it, too scared to say it out loud. It ate at you until you finally caved and asked one of your girlfriends who she thought she could be. She didn’t even hesitate, pulled up her Instagram like she already knew.

And there she was, real. Skin like glass. Perfect lips. His name in her likes. Your own friends in her comments showing her love. She was perfect, and everything you wanted to be, the kind of pretty you spent checks in Sephora trying to copy. 

You hated her. You hated yourself more.

Your stomach dropped when you saw it: an old post captioned “babygirl,” his kissy-face comment sitting right underneath. You blocked her. Blocked him too. This entire time, everyone knew. You felt so fucking stupid. 

Confronting him then would’ve been the mature thing to do. But you know yourself, you’d have picked a fight neither of you needed, ruined what was supposed to be a chill night. So you bit it back, let the question sit on your tongue, to settle in the pit of your stomach until days bled into weeks.

You ignored his texts, and all the subliminals. Spilled it all to a couple girlfriends who only told you the same thing: drop him. Plenty of guys out here. Ones who didn’t have girlfriends to hide.

But that was then.

And right back in his bed is where you’re at now, and above you is how you like him best. 

His hand tight around your neck, chest heavy against yours, voice low and hot in your ear as he coaxes every moan, tear, and cry of his name out of you, just like he’s about to do now.

“‘Cause nobody fucks you like I do, right?” His voice breaks at the edges, almost tender if it didn’t sound so smug. His thrusts slow, rolling deep, that pace that’s always felt too intimate but wrecks you every single time. 

“Tell me.” He leans closer, pressing like your answer might be the thing that tips him over.

Your brain screams don’t give him that, don’t feed his ego, but your body moves first. It always does with him, giving away to what you rather keep to yourself and not to the boy above you that loves to fuck you just as good as he fucks with your mind. 

And still you find it within you to tell him the truth, “Yes…” 

And bat your pretty little eyes, same one he tells you he loves, open your mouth wide and ready for him to spit, because kissing you wasn’t his thing. 

“I knew you wouldn’t.” He watches you swallow, words dripping satisfaction, each one heavier than the last. “Thought about you everyday.” 

And you hate him for saying it like he means it. Hate how a part of you wants to believe it too. It makes you sick, how you could only ever be his like this, while he’s out there being someone else’s too.

But still, you take it. Swallowing it down along with every hurt feeling he never bothers to soothe, every soft thing he’ll never give you.

He cages you in, arms braced on either side of your head, hips snapping harder. The sound is obscene— sweaty skin slapping against each other, the headboard thudding against the wall. His pace is relentless, dragging you closer to that edge you’ve been teetering on.

You slip a hand down between your thighs, fingers finding your clit in quick circles, desperate for release.

“Fuck….Satoru.” You whine, your voice breaking as the pressure in your stomach coils tight.

“Yeah?” His tone is sharp, breath ragged in your ear. “I’m right, right?”

He catches your wrist before you can answer, pinning one above your head. His fingers lace through yours, squeezing tight as he rolls his hips deep, forcing your body to take him, with no escape. He loves this, loves when it’s just him pulling you apart.

“Shit…so wet, baby….” He groans, forehead pressed to yours, sweat dripping down to your cheek. His hips drive in at that perfect angle, hitting up against that sweet spot over and over until your back arches, a sharp cry spilling from your lips.

“…feel so….” 

“….fucking good.” 

His voice starts to sound broken, tangled with your moans. You can feel yourself unravel, that familiar heat surging until you gush around him, thighs trembling as you squirt. He doesn’t let up. His thrusts turning more brutal, punishing, his dick throbbing inside you as if he really did miss you. And like a fool, you start to believe it.

He feels so close, chest pressed against yours, his breath hot against your neck, teeth grazing skin in a way that’s never quite tender. 

The quick snap of his hips drives even deeper, brutal and claiming, treating you like you’re nothing but a warm body, soft, pliant, his for the taking. Sweat drips down his jaw, his hair sticking damp to his forehead, chest flushed red as he moans in your ear, filthy praises spilling out. Singing you how wet you are, how good you feel. 

It’s nothing new, yet you cling to him anyway, nails digging into back, because this is the only way you know how to hold him. The only way you know how to talk to him.

“You still on the pill?” His voice cuts through the haze, low, and strained.

You freeze, heart stuttering. You know what he’s asking. The green light.

You don’t want to think about it. Not about this. Not about her. Not about how shameless it is that he’d fuck you raw with a girlfriend and still try to push it further.

You can’t even remember if you answered. You’re too far gone, mind fogged, body shuddering as he slams into you harder, hips snapping rough until his head tips back and he groans, spilling inside you.

His body shakes against yours, breath catching, as he drops his weight heavy onto you, coming undone. You’re breathless all the same, heart pounding, with every inch of your body aching. It doesn’t take long for his breath to even out, the steady beat of his heart pressed against your chest. You want to move, to get your clothes, to run, but the stillness on his side is polarizing. 

You don’t know how much time passed laying there, but after a while something breaks inside you, a tear slipping quietly. You want to hate him for how he makes you feel, used and wanted all at once, but the truth is you’re addicted to the way he owns you, even if it hurts like hell. 

He doesn’t deserve you. 

You don’t deserve this. 

-⎯⎯

He met you at the right time at a kickback months ago. You been a few weeks fresh out of a relationship and already in between boys you were fucking and barely cared about. The whole night he gassed your head up with compliments and flirtatious jabs, said you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen and couldn’t figure out how he hadn’t met you before. 

When you told him you weren’t seeing anyone, that was all he needed to hear to pull you away, crossed off too much frat oil and weed, into a bathroom upstairs to finger you right on the cold sink countertop. 

It was the first time a guy choked you while screwing, his lips capturing every moan you tried to hold. And when he made you clean his fingers with your tongue, you knew he was the one. Different. 

That was the only time he kissed you, probably too drunk himself to think how it was going to ruin you for any other  man. None of the guys before him fucked you like he did, made you cum so hard, left bruises and bites between your thighs and along your collarbone.

You swore it was nothing serious. Just sex. Just enough to forget your ex. But It didn't take long before you were folding every time his name popped up on your phone. When you tried to move on, test out new dick in hopes of proving yourself wrong, it still wasn’t good enough. 

He loved the way you texted back fast, how you opened your door for him any time, any hour. Loved how you dropped to your knees and sucked him like you worshiped him.

He was the best fuck of your young life so far, just the perfect cure to soothe a broken heart. 

Until the cure started to rot, turning sour and venomous in ways only you could taste.

You knew what it was going to be when you met him, nothing serious, no feelings, just lust, desire, and endless fucking. But what next was the hurt, tears you shed alone in your room, and constant bullshit from the boy that was suppose to help take your mind off the fuck storm that was life and your senior year of college.

-⎯⎯

‘Soul tied’ is what the girls on TikTok call it. A crazy, tangled emotional connection between two people that can develop through sex. You heard your girl friends throw the word around when they spoke about the guys they were hooking up with. They’d always laugh about it in an unserious yet still serious way…whining about how they needed to stop seeing those boys and break free from those invisible chains. 

You thought you had one with your ex when after a month passed and you still weren’t over him. But that wasn’t it, it was just that familiar ache of unanswered questions and confusion after getting unexpectedly dumped by the guy you thought you’d make it at least to graduation with.

You knew for sure you caught it when fucking Satoru started to feel like you could be his only girl. But you buried that hope quick when another friend of yours told you she had fucked him too, and so had one her sorority sisters adding to his body count. She told you that shit right after she let you yap away for minutes recapping the night you met him. 

Fucking bitch. 

It hurt like shit to hear, and even more coming from a preppy beach blonde type, dogged up Air Forces, fake Vancleef necklace wearing ass bitch. You don’t put it past her to have already fucked a percentage of the boys on campus, or at least the entire frat house that she invited you out too tonight. 

But you weren’t bitter though. You knew you looked better, damn sure good enough to blend into a place like this, judging by how pressed the guys were to get your attention and pour you more drinks.

You learned one thing for sure that night: never tell bitches your business again.

-⎯⎯

Fucking him on the regular did come with it perks though, like just now, when he hits your phone with a text offering to pick you up with the promise of smoking you out.

You thought the scowl permanently glued to your face would scare him off, fuck the night up. You really did try fixing your attitude before walking out to his car, but it was his dumb-ass “so happy to see you” smile that knocked out any attitude you had in you. And as much as you hate to admit it, you loved being this weak in the knees for him. 

The hood of his car was the stage tonight,  some sketchy spot halfway between campus and the nasty-ass frat house he rescued you from.

Leaning against the hood, the silence felt heavy. Being in his car always made it worse, that mix of cold air blasting, the quiet between you, and nothing to say. Probably why he fucked you so often; because sex was easier than talking.

Sometimes he’d attempt to make some sort of small talk with you, just as he was now as you took a hit from the blunt he packed using a strawberry king palm cone, made sure he had it ready just for you because he knows how much you hate the roughness of the backwoods he smokes. 

You really didn’t care about what he's saying though. More focus on chasing your high and how smoothly the blunt was pulling tonight. By the fifth hit you feel the high start to come over you.

“So, what you ghost me for?” His voice cuts through your thoughts, sharp and lazy.

“Was busy.” You lie, honesty wasn’t what he deserved to hear, not tonight. Not when you know it’ll blow your high and turn into a conversation about what bitches besides you he’s fucking. 

“How are you busy? You’re an art major, don’t you just gotta paint and shit?”

“I’m art history, and I had papers to turn in.” You hold down on a scuff, chest tightening.

“So busy you can't answer your phone?” 

“Yea, too busy. Don’t got a dad that’s gonna let me turn my essays in after the grade books close and not 11:59 on a Friday.” You ash the blunt on the water bottle between your thighs.

Funny how you can remeber a man’s dog name, but he can’t even remember your fucking major. 

“Not wrong about that one.” He smirks, dragging on his own blunt, eyes lazy but sharp. 

He looked good tonight, smells nice too, and you want nothing more than to skip to being shoved in the backseat of his car than to keep chatting about why you went M.I.A over the weeks that you processed what still burns hotter in your stomach than the heat of the smoke in your chest. 

You glance at your own nails instead, an easy excuse to look anywhere else but him. It was barely any light out, him foregoing the dark round glasses he wore in the day time, eye sensitivity or something he told you when you asked. 

You kept your nails long nowadays, told yourself it was because you liked them that way, but the truth of the matter was because he said he liked them too.

So you take a shot in the dark, anything to move past that topic of where you’ve been and why.

“What color should I get next?”

“Let me see?” He reaches out, inspecting your nails while holding his blunt between his lips. “White. With those little gems you always do.” 

“White gets dirty.” You say, scrunching your nose. Oil pastels would stain them in no time.

“Then I dunno, blue then.” 

Blue. Same color as…

“It’d match my eyes.” He wiggles his brows, teasing.

Right .

“You want me to get blue?” 

“Do it. I’ll pay for ‘em.”

“You really gonna pay for my nails?” You look at him like he’s lost his damn mind.

“Yeah. Baby blue. I’ll Cash App you now if you really do it.”

“And what if I just take your money and spend it on something else?” 

“That would just be you coming into a couple dollars then.” 

“A couple— oh you’re…” You catch yourself, fixing your tone. “...nails like these run me damn near a hundred. And that’s without the extra shit I get.” You scuff out. Gaudy nails like yours damn for sure didn’t cost a couple dollars. You liked them long and french tipped with gems and hand drawn art. 

He pauses, figuring out what to say next but coming up blank. You thought you had him with that, because what do you look like letting him pay for your nails, you weren’t begging for a hand out.

Then that twisted little smile creeps across his face, the one he gets right before he says something fucked.

“I put gas in my car every week and smoke you out every time I see you. What, you think I don’t have money now? Or you just too good for someone else to pay?”

Stupid was how you looked, mildly shocked but not surprised something like that could come out his mouth. He always had a terrible one on him, but you weren’t going to let him talk to you crazy. 

“Fuck you put money in all your bitches hands now?” You side eye him fixing your voice to try to sound as nonchalant as possible. You know, business talk since we’re pocket checking now. 

“You’re the first to complain.” He says, eyes locked on you, taking another hit, nearing the roach.

Your stomach twists when he looks you dead in the eye and says, plain as day, “You’re used to broke boys. Stop fucking ‘em and it might surprise you.”

That sets your whole body on fire, like swallowing the sun.

“Take me home.” You say with the bluntness of a demand and not a request, you don’t need this bullshit and you weren’t touching him tonight either, he blew it. 

“What?” 

“I said, take me home.” You can’t be near him, not with his smart ass mouth lighting matches in your gut, threatening to set off everything you’ve been holding in for weeks, the kind of shit that’ll have you screaming if you stayed a second longer.

“The fuck— why?” 

“Satoru, I said take me home.” 

“If you’re too lit, just chill in the car-"

“Take me the fuck home.” You snap, you never spoke to him like this before, and him being the person that he is, probably isn't going to take it sweet, but fuck it. 

“Already said the door is open.” He fires back, eyes freezing over.

You swear he secretly hates you with how fast he can switch. 

“And get in the back since you want to act like I’m your Uber now.” 

You didn’t intend on starting a fight tonight, god knows it has been brewing in you since finding out all the messy shit he was hiding…or more like messy shit he didn’t make clear. Messy shit that you had to go full on blues clues asking people around and searching for. 

You expect him to start the car and drive off without a word. But instead, he turns to you, and you flush despite yourself.

“You really think I’d make you sit back there?” He smirks. He got you again and like a fool you let him. You don’t answer, looking everywhere but on him.

“Baby.” 

No.  

“Look at me.”

No.  

His hand moves to lift your chin up. 

You still don’t. Can’t .  

“Baby girl…” 

Your stomach knots up. 

“....quit being sensitive.” 

“I’m not.” You grit out.

“Then stop playing and come sit up front.” He drops your chin, moving to start the car. You do as he says, hopping over the middle console. 

“I’ll really pay for it.” 

“I don’t want your money.” 

“Just my dick then?” He reaches over, sliding a hand between your thighs. 

“Yup.” You say, making it pop. 

Even with all that shit that happened at the party, all his smart mouth and attitude you gave right back, you still ended the night giving him what he wants. Still crawling over the console. Still melting when he slides a hand further up your thighs and whispers—

“Then get in the back.”