content: 18+ mdni! satoru gojo x fem reader, nerdjo, college au, roommates trope, smut without much plot, female masturbation, slight voyeur satoru, oral (m receiving), fingering, lots of squirting, unprotected p in v, creampie
eliâs notes: another repost from my old blog, this 4.4k words, a little long but enjoy! fanart creds to @/leimiruu, one of my favs!
youâre sprawled across the worn-out couch in your cramped off-campus apartment, legs splayed wide, skirt bunched up around your hips, one hand frantically working between your thighs. itâs lateâwell past midnightâand the only sounds in the room are the wet, desperate squelches of your fingers plunging in and out of your soaked pussy, mixed with your frustrated little huffs. youâre so fucking horny it hurts, chasing a release thatâs been teasing you for ages, but your fingers are too short, too small, not hitting that deep, spongy spot thatâs got you whining into the throw pillow clutched against your chest.
the tv drones on in the background, some late-night infomercial about a blender you donât give a shit about, just there to mask the obscene noises spilling from you.
you and satoru, your nerdy roommate, have been sharing this place for a few months now, ever since you both got stuck in this shitty two-bedroom near campus for your second year of college. satoruâs a total dorkâtall, all lanky limbs, with messy white hair thatâs always in his face and those round glasses that slide down his nose when heâs deep in one of his textbooks. heâs always rambling about physics or some anime youâve never heard of, wearing those faded tees with characters from the 90's.
heâs sweet, though, in his own awkward wayâalways offering you his snacks or flashing you that goofy grin over coffee in the morning. youâve caught yourself staring at him more than once, wondering what those long, nimble fingers of his could do, but you shove the thought away because heâs satoru, your cocky, nerd-ass roommate, not some guy youâd fuck. except right now, youâre too worked up to care, too lost in the slick heat of your cunt to think about anything but getting off.
âfuckâcâmon, just work,â you mutter to yourself, voice all breathy and pissed as you curl your fingers deeper, the wet sounds echoing in the quiet room.
youâre so into it, head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut, that you donât hear the jingle of keys or the front door creaking open. satoru steps inside, backpack slung over one shoulder, glasses slightly fogged from the chilly night air, his white hair sticking out in every direction. he freezes mid-step, sneakers squeaking on the hardwood, when he sees youâlegs spread wide, fingers buried in your dripping pussy, skirt hiked up to your waist. his mouth drops open, eyes bugging out behind his glasses like he just stumbled into a fucking porn set.
âh-holyâshit,â he chokes out, voice cracking like heâs sixteen again.
thatâs what snaps your eyes open.
you freeze, fingers still knuckle-deep, heart slamming against your ribs as you meet his wide-eyed stare. heâs flushed red from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, looking like heâs about to boltâor maybe pass out.
âsatoru!â you squeak, yanking your hand out so fast it makes a wet pop!, your thighs snapping shut as you grab a pillow to cover yourself. âwhat the fuckâyouâre not supposed to be here!?â
heâs still standing there, backpack sliding off his shoulder to hit the floor with a dull thud, his eyes darting between your face and the glistening mess on your thighs.
âiâuhâgroup ended early,â he stammers, pushing his glasses up with a shaky hand, his voice all high and nervous. âsuguru had toâfuck, doesnât matter. i didnâtâdidnât know you wereâŠyou know.â
heâs blushing so hard itâs almost comical, but thereâs something else in his eyes, something hungry, like heâs trying not to stare at the slick trail you left on the couch but canât help himself. youâre mortified, cheeks burning, but your pussyâs still throbbing, pissed off at being interrupted when you were so close.
âgod, justâget the fuck out, satoru!â you snap, but your voice wobbles, you hate how needy you still sound, how your thighs are trembling despite yourself. he doesnât move, thoughâjust takes a step closer, then another, until heâs standing right by the couch, towering over you with this look thatâs got your breath catching.
âyou, uhâŠyou didnât look like you were getting there,â he says, voice quieter now, almost teasing. it makes you want to punch the shit out of him for how smug he sounds.
âthe fuckâs that supposed to mean?â you hiss, glaring up at him, but he just grins, all awkward and boyish, like heâs not sporting a massive fucking boner in his jeans right now.
âjustâyou know, you looked frustrated,â he says, scratching the back of his neck, but his eyes keep flicking down to the wet spot between your legs. âyour fingers are kinda smallâŠbet they donât reach deep enough, right?â
your jaw drops, becauseâholy fuck, is this really satoru? nerdy, rambles-about-anime and physics satoru, talking about your pussy like itâs some goddamn equation heâs figured out?
âyouâre out of your fucking mind,â you sputter, but itâs weak. he catches it, that little shake in your voice. heâs kneeling now, right between your legs, glasses sliding down his nose as he looks up at you with this eager, almost desperate expression.
âi could help,â he says, voice cracking just a bit, but thereâs a heat there that makes your cunt clench around nothing. âi- i got longer fingers than you. couldâyou know, reach where you need.â
and honestly, you should tell him to fuck off, shove him away, but your bodyâs got other ideas, thighs spreading just a fraction like theyâre begging for it.
âsatoru, youâ youâre insane,â you say, but itâs half-hearted, and heâs already leaning closer, hands hovering over your thighs like heâs waiting for you to say yes.
âcâmonnn,â he murmurs, soft and coaxing, âi mean, youâre so fucking wetâi heard you from the goddamn hallway. let me help, please.â
his voice is so needy it makes your head spin, and before you can talk yourself out of it, youâre nodding, muttering a shaky,
âfine, justâdo something.â you spit out. âfucking nerd.â you mutter under your breath, shifting to be more comfortable on the couch.
his grin is all teeth, too damn cocky for his own good. then heâs on you in a heartbeat, long fingers brushing against your slick folds, tentative at first, like heâs scared heâs gonna fuck it up.
âshit, youâre drenched,â he breathes, eyes wide as he slides one finger through your slit, collecting your sweet sweet juices. you whimper at the contact, hips bucking up.
âsatoruâdonât fucking tease,â you whine. he just chuckles, clearly nervous but beyond excited, like he canât believe heâthe biggest nerd on campusâgot his hands on you.
âsorry, sorry,â he says, but heâs not sorry, not when he slides one long finger inside you, slow and deep, curling it just right to hit that spot you couldnât reach. you gasp, back arching off the couch, hands flying to his hair, tugging hard.
âo-oh! fuckâsatoru, right there,â you moan, and heâs quick to add another finger, stretching you out, the wet squelch of your pussy so loud itâs embarrassing. heâs watching you, eyes dark behind his glasses, like heâs memorizing every twitch, every shudder, every little sound you make.
âgod, youâre so fucking pretty like this,â he says, voice low and rough, nothing like the dorky guy youâre used to. itâs so hot it makes you clench around his fingers and he groans, free hand gripping your thigh to keep you spread open.
heâs goodâtoo fucking good for a nerd like himâand itâs driving you wild, the way his fingers pump in and out, fast and relentless, hitting that sweet spot over and over until youâre seeing stars.
âshit, listen to that,â he mutters, almost to himself, as he watches his fingers disappear into your dripping cunt, the slick sounds filling the room. âyour pussyâs so fucking loudâfuck, she's so pretty, gonna make you cum so hard, baby.â
youâre a mess now, legs shaking, head thrown back, moaning his name like itâs the only thing you know. heâs got this rhythm going, fingers fucking you deep while his thumb starts rubbing tight, fast circles on your clit, youâre so close itâs painful, your whole body wound tight.
âsatoruâf-fu-fuck, iâm gonnaââ you start, but he cuts you off, pulling his fingers out suddenly. you whimper at the loss, ready to curse him out, but then heâs putting his fingers flat against your pussy, rubbing it fast, hand slick with your arousal, grinding against your clit with this messy, desperate pressure thatâs got you bucking up into him.
âcâmon, let me see it,â he says, voice all shaky and excited, like heâs begging for it. âwanna feel you soak meâfuck, youâre so wet, baby.â
his handâs relentless, rubbing your pussy so fast itâs obscene, the wet, squelching sounds mixing with your broken moans. youâre thrashing now, hands tangled in his hair, pulling him in hard as your hips grind against his palm, chasing that high youâve been desperate for all night.
âsatoruâsh-shiiiit, donât stop,â you gasp.
heâs grinning, glasses fogging up as he leans closer, his face inches from your cunt like heâs studying it.
ânot stopping,â he murmurs, voice all rough and needy. âgonna make you fucking cum.â
his handâs moving so fast itâs a blur, slick with your arousal, you can feel it building, that tight, hot coil in your core about to snap. youâre screaming his name now, no shame left, and when it hits, it hits hardâyour pussy clenching around nothing, gushing, squirting all over his hand, his face, his glasses, the couch, everything. he just drinks it up, tongue out and everything, catching what he can so he doesn't waste a drop.
âfuckâsatoru!â you cry, body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through you, your juices drenching him, dripping down his chin, soaking the cushions beneath you.
heâs frozen for a second, eyes wide, glasses splattered with your cum, like he canât believe what just happened.
âholyâfuckingâshit,â he breathes, voice full of awe and shaky as he stares at the mess you made, his hand still pressed against your twitching pussy. youâre panting, vision blurry, but you catch the way he licks his lips, tasting you and it sends another shudder through you.
âyouâyou fucking squirted,â he says, like heâs just discovered the holy grail and before you can even respond, he slaps your pussy lightly, the wet smack making you yelp, hips jerking up.
heâs already rubbing his hand over you again, slower this time, like heâs savoring the way you twitch under him.
âfuck, that was so hot, she did so good f'me,â he mutters, talking to your pussy again, as he wipes his glasses with the hem of his shirt, smearing your cum across the lenses.
âcan youâcan you do that again?â he asks, eyes glinting with pure lust and you know youâre in deep shit, because satoruâs got you fucked up in ways you didnât think possible, but youâre already nodding, ready for more.
but youâre still trembling, thighs slick and shaking from the orgasm that just tore through you, your pussy dripping wet, the couch beneath you a soaked mess. satoruâs kneeling between your legs, glasses fogged and splattered with your cum, his white hair a mess from where youâve been tugging at it. his handâs still pressed against your twitching cunt, slick with your juices, and heâs staring at you like youâre some kind of goddess, eyes wide and hungry behind those nerdy-ass frames.
your chestâs heaving, breath ragged, but youâre not doneânot even close. the sight of him, all flushed and eager, his long fingers glistening with your release, has you wanting more, something dirtier, something thatâll wipe that smug little grin off his face. you prop yourself up on your elbows, legs still spread, skirt bunched around your waist and lock eyes with him.
ânot yet. up here, satoru,â you say, voice low and breathy, dripping with want. âwant to taste you. want your cock in my mouth.â
he freezes, hand stalling against your pussy, his mouth dropping open like you just told him the answer to the universe.
âw-what?â he stammers, pushing his glasses up with a shaky finger, his face going from pink to a deep, flustered red. âyouâfuck, you mean me?â pointing a dexterous finger towards himself.
heâs so fucking cute like this, so fuckin' nerdy and unsure, but you can see his jeans straining, his cock hard as hell and it makes your cunt throb, knowing youâve got him this worked up.
âyeah, you. who else, dork,â you say, smirking a little, reaching out to grab his wrist and tug him closer. âcâmon, get up here. want your cock in my mouth.â
his breath hitches and for a second, you think heâs gonna pass out, but he scrambles to his feet, all lanky limbs and nervous dog energy, wiping his wet hand on his jeans like heâs not sure what to do with it.
âshit, okayâuh, fuck,â he mutters, fumbling with his belt, fingers shaking so bad he can barely get it undone.
you lean back on the couch, licking your lips, watching him struggle and itâs so fucking hot, seeing satoru lose his shit over you. he finally gets his belt off, jeans sliding down his hips. you can see the outline of his cock through his boxers, long and thick, a wet spot already forming where heâs leaking pre.
âfuckfuckfuck, i'm so cooked,â he mumbles, shoving his boxers down and his cock springs free, it's just so pretty. clearly heavy and flushed, the pink tip glistening with precum, a neatly trimmed snowy bush surrounding it that trails upwards.
you grin, crawling forward, you're on all fours. legs slightly spread, pussy still dripping onto the couch.
âcâmere,â you murmur, reaching for him. he scoots closer, nervous and eager, his cock bobbing as he moves. you make yourself comfy, palms face down against the soaked couch. now, heâs right in front of you, his dick inches from your face.
âpoor baby, youâre so fucking hard,â you say, voice teasing, as you wrap your fingers around him, giving him a slow, firm stroke while your thumb rubs the tip, and that makes him groan, head tipping back.
âshitâfuck, donât do that,â he gasps, but his hips jerk upward, chasing your hand.
you laugh, âdonât do what?â you ask, stroking him again, watching the way his thighs tense, the way his glasses slide down his nose.
âg-gonna make me cum too fast,â he mutters, voice shaky.
you smirk, because fuck, you love having him like this, so desperate and unraveling.
you lean in, dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock, tasting the salty tang of his precum. he lets out this choked, pathetic sound, hands flying to your hair, gripping tight but not pushing, just needing something to ground himself.
âfuck, y/nâoh my god,â he breathes, watching you through half-lidded eyes as you swirl your tongue around the tip, teasing the slit before taking him into your mouth. heâs big, stretching your lips as you suck him down, hollowing your cheeks, and the way he moansâloud and unashamedâmakes your pussy clench, fresh slick dripping onto the already-soaked couch. you bob your head, slow at first, letting him feel every inch of your mouth, your tongue pressing against the thick vein running along his shaft.
âshit, youâreâso fucking good at this,â he groans, hips twitching like heâs trying not to thrust too deep. you pull back, letting his cock pop free with a wet sound, a string of spit connecting your lips to the tip.
âyeah? you like my mouth, toru?â you ask, voice teasing, stroking him fast with one hand while you look up at him, all innocent and teasing.
âfuck yeah,â he says, voice rough, hands tightening in your hair. âyouâreâgod, youâre perfect, feels so fuckin' good.â his voice a bit whiny.
you grin, diving back in, taking him deeper this time, gagging a little as he hits the back of your throat, but you donât care, not when heâs making those noises, all broken and needy. you want to choke on it. you suck harder, faster, drool dripping down your chin, pooling on the couch, and heâs losing it, hips starting to move, fucking your mouth just a little.
âshit, sorryâfuck, i canât help it,â he mutters.
you moan around him, the vibration making him shudder, his cock twitching in your mouth. you pull back again, gasping for air, your hand still stroking him, slick with spit and precum.
âdonât be sorry,â you say, looking up at him with a smirk. âfuck my mouth, satoru. i want it.â
his eyes go wide, like he canât believe you just said that, but then heâs nodding, all eager and desperate, guiding his cock back to your lips.
you open wide, letting him slide in deep, and he starts thrusting, shallow at first, then deeper, his hands gripping your hair so tight it stings.
âfuckâyour mouthâs so warm, where'd you learn how to do this? godâ nevermind, don't answer, d-don't stop, fuuuuck meâ it's so good,â he groans, glasses fogging up again as he watches you take him, your lips stretched around his cock, spit and precum dripping everywhere. youâre a mess, gagging and moaning, your pussy throbbing so bad you canât help but rub your thighs together, trying to get some friction. he notices, his eyes flicking to where your legs are pressed tight.
âshit, youâre getting off on this, arenât you, baby?â he says, voice smug now. you moan louder, letting him know heâs right. he fucks your mouth harder, hips snapping and youâre so close to cumming again just from the way heâs using you, from the taste of him, the feel of his cock sliding in and out.
you pull back, gasping, your hand taking over, stroking him fast and slick. âsatoruâfuck, wanna cum again,â you pant and he grins, one that's wild and unhinged, âyeah? wanna squirt for me again?â he says, voice rough and teasing, and before you can answer, heâs reaching over behind you to shove two fingers inside you.
âcâmon, give it to me,â he murmurs, his fingers reaching deep, curling against your sweet spot. and youâre done for, screaming his name as your pussy clenches, gushing all over his hand, the couch. itâs a flood, your juices soaking him, his hand still rubbing you through it, drawing out every shudder and twitch.
âholy fuckâlook at that,â he breathes, eyes wide, and youâre panting, vision blurry, body shaking as you collapse back against the couch.
heâs still hard, cock twitching in front of you. you grin, weak and fucked-out, reaching for him again.
âcâmere,â you murmur, voice hoarse. ânot done with you yet, not a fucking chance.â
he laughs, but it's shaky like he's scared you're going to ruin him. not that he minds. he quickly wipes his fingers with his shirt before pushing you back on the couch and climbing over you, ready to keep going. satoruâs kneeling between your legs, his white hair a mess, glasses crooked and splattered, his face slick with your earlier release. heâs licking his lips, tasting your sweetness, eyes dark behind those nerdy frames, like heâs barely holding himself together. your mouthâs still tingling from sucking him off, the taste of his precum lingering. his cockâs still very hard, twitching in front of you, flushed a pretty pink and leaking, dribbling down the sides from how turned on he is. youâre a mess, both of you are, but the way heâs looking at youâlike youâre the only thing in the fucking worldâhas your cunt throbbing again, desperate for more. you lean forward, grabbing his shirt, tugging him closer until his face is inches from yours, his breath hot and uneven.
âplease, fuck me, satoru,â you whisper, sounding so needy, practically begging. you donât care how desperate you sound because you need him inside you, need to feel that thick cock stretching you out.
his eyes widen, a choked sound escaping his throat, like he canât believe you just said that.
âfuckâshit, are you serious?â he stammers, pushing his glasses up with a trembling hand, his cheeks flushed red. heâs still got that nerdy, awkward energy, but thereâs something raw and hungry in his voice. you can feel how bad he wants this, his cock twitching against your thigh as he shifts closer.
âyeah, iâm fucking serious,â you say, voice sharp, grabbing his face, fingers digging into his jaw as you pull him into a messy kiss. itâs nothing but teeth and tongue, sloppy and desperate, your spit mixing with the taste of your own cum on his lips. he groans into your mouth, hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer, his cock brushing against your slick folds. then he's got one hand sliding down to line himself up with your entrance, the tip of his cock nudging your dripping hole.
âsatoruâhurry the fuck up,â you pant, hips bucking toward him. he laughs, nervous and excited, but thereâs a growl in it now, clearly heâs done holding back.
âshit, okay, okayâfuck, youâre so wet, godâŠneed to feel that pussy around me, holy fuâ,â he says, voice breaking as he pushes in, slow at first, the thick head of his cock stretching you open, making you gasp. itâs a lotâbigger than you expected from your lanky, dorky roommateâyou whimper, nails digging into his shoulders as he slides in deeper, inch by inch, until heâs buried to the hilt, filling you so full itâs almost too much.
âfuck, youâre tight,â he groans, forehead pressed against yours, glasses fogging up again as he tries to catch his breath. âfeels so fucking goodâholy shit.â
you canât even talk, just moan, your pussy clenching around him, so wet you can hear it, the slick, obscene sounds filling the room as he starts moving, slow and careful at first like heâs scared heâs gonna hurt you.
âfasterâfuck!,â you hiss, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper and he loses it, hips snapping forward, fucking you hard and deep, the couch creaking under you.
âsatoruâohmygod, yes, like that,â you moan, head thrown back, hands tangled in his hair as he pounds into you, his cock hitting that sweet spot with every thrust.
heâs groaning, muttering your name, all âyouâre so fucking perfectâ and âgod, your pussyâs so amazing,â his voice shaky and desperate. and you're no better, youâre a fucking mess, letting out oscar worthy pornographic moans, legs shaking, pussy gushing around him, the wet squelch of his cock fucking you so loud itâs embarrassing, but youâre too far gone to care.
âshit, babyâ youâre gonna make me cum already,â he gasps, hands gripping your ass, pulling you down onto him harder, and you can feel it building again, that tight, hot coil in your core, ready to snap.
âdonât stopâfuck, satoru, please, d-don't stop, cum inside me, please,â you pant.
he leans down to suck a bruise into your neck as he fucks you harder, the couch shaking, your juices splashing everywhere.
âgonna cum for me again?â he says, voice smug and teasing once more, but heâs barely holding it together himself, his thrusts getting sloppy, cock twitching inside you. you nod, frantic, biting down on your lip and he slides a hand between you, his fingers pressing flat against your pussy, rubbing it fast, slick and messy, grinding over your clit.
âcâmon, give it to me, sweetheartâfucking squirt for me make a mess around my cock,â he growls, not letting up for even a second and youâre gone, screaming his name, pussy clenching so tight around his cock it makes him groan then youâre gushing, squirting all over him, your cum soaking his shirt, his thighs, the couch, dripping down his balls as he keeps fucking you through it.
âfuckâholy fuck, yeeeah, thatâs it,â he moans. you can feel him cumming too, his cock pulsing, spilling hot and thick inside you as he thrusts one last time, deep and hard.
youâre both panting, a sweaty, sticky mess, his glasses crooked and fogged, your skirt still hiked up, cum and slick everywhere. he collapses against you, cock still buried inside, breathing hard against your neck.
âshit, that wasâfuckin' hell,â he mutters. his voice hoarse and wrecked but satisfied. you laugh, weak and shaky, running a hand through your hair.
âyeah, nerd. youâre not too bad,â you tease.
ânot too bad? but i made you squirt thrice.â he says, pushing his glasses up, pouting like a baby.
âsanta has a list,â sukuna mutters, âwhich one are you on?â
your head tilts, eyes looking away from your ipad to the man, âboth.â
sukuna snorts, glancing over your face, before his lip twitches up. âwanna play naughty or nice?â
your brow quirks. âwhatâs that?â
âyouâve never heard of it?â sukuna licks his lips. he came over after his last lecture a few hours ago, nose and ears pink from the freezing cold, and immediately snuggling his cock in your warmth. and now youâre both lazily sprawled on your couch, studying for finals as some cheesy christmas movie plays in the background. and now sukuna was distracting you both, and youâre curious. so you shake your head.
âitâs kinda link never have i ever. i ask you a question and you answer,â he says.
âhowâre you judging then? whatâs nice versus naughty?â you ask, now completely hooked.
sukunaâs eyes are slow and sharp, head tilting back on the couch, legs spreading wider as he rests one arm behind his head, biceps flexing as he does, and the other stroking your legs that have been resting over his lap for the last fifteen minutes. ânice would be something boring, or not that deep like if ask something mean youâve done in the last month and you say bumping into someone and not saying sorry.â he pauses, mouth quirking. âthatâs not badâŠbut naughty,â his voice drops. ânaughty is something selfish you did and or something dirty you thought, like if I asked yaâ whatâs the last inappropriate thought you had and you said you secretly wanna be fucked in front of an audience. seven deadly sins type shi.â
you lean back against the arm rest now, chest warm, and stomach heating up, âokayâŠbut lemme ask a question first because i wanna know how to answer.â
sukuna tsks, âi told you about the game.â
âwell whatever, cmon,â you kick his thigh lightly, making him click his tongue, holding your legs in place. he exhales, hips shifting up as he gets comfortable, nodding at you to ask the first question.
âwhat is something, you think was, a little cruel that youâve done in the last month?â you watch sukuna carefully as he narrows his eyes in thought, before easily replying.
âi had one of the pledges shovel the snow in the yard with a spoon because he was being a little shit before finals and wouldnât help out with cleanup.â
âwhat the hell??ânaughty,â your face scrunches in displeasure. âis he okay?â
sukuna rolls his eyes at your sympathy, âyeah whatever. my turn.â you sigh, arms crossing over your chest. âwhatâs something mean youâve done to a guy this year?â
you purse your lips in thought, âhmmâŠi ghosted a guy earlier this year.â
sukunaâs eyes narrow, âand?â
âwhat do you mean and?â
âthatâs nothinâ you just ghosted him, why?â he pushes you for more details, and you give in.
âhe was annoying, andâŠ.â sukuna raises a brow, waiting. you glance away, biting your cheek. âsomeone said he had a small dick, so likeâŠI didnât wanna botherâŠâ
sukuna barks with laughter, head flying back as he squeezes your thigh, ânaughty, but valid,â he rules. you bite your cheek, before thinking of the next question so you can take the spotlight off yourself.
âwhatâs something you told someone that was a complete lie, and why?â
âtold gojo jumping in the freezing ass pool nude would make your dick grithier because he wouldnât pass me the ball during practice.â
now youâre cackling, making the fratboy smile, ânaughty,â you tsk.
sukuna is lazily caressing and squeezing your thigh as he thinks of his next question. âwhatâs something you regret doing?â
this one has you stumped for itâŠâhmm Iâve lied multiple times to shoko and hime about being too busy to study, but I just didnât wanna hangout.â
âwhy?â his brow quirks, body turning leaning his side against the couch, head propped up.
you shrug, âjust didnât wanna hangout. was tired, or justâŠdidnât feel like itâŠor you were over and Iâd rather haveâŠlike sex with you.â you mutter the last part with a short shrug.
sukuna bites back a smirk, and pretends to think for a moment, glancing over your features before ruling, ânice.â then the mood shifts.
you bite your cheek, giving him a skeptical look, then proceeding, âwhatâs the last unhinged thought you had?â
âthought about fucking youâŠin the middle of the library when we were studying yesterday.â
your cheeks flush, eyes going wide, âwhat?? n-naughty, what the hell?â
his hand slowly drags up your warm thighs. âmy turn,â he says lowly. âwhatâs a dirty turn on youâve been getting lately?â
you swallow thickly, wetting your lip, âumâŠiâve gotten turned on by your games.â his brow quirks, making you elaborate. âwhen you yell at the refs on the field, or at the other players.â
oh youâre naughty as shit, sukunaâs canines shine, âyour pussy gets wet when Iâm mad?â
you shift, ânot mad, more like pissed off on the field.â
âso you do get wet?â he shifts closer, large palm between your thighs, squeezing the plush flesh. âthatâs pretty naughty.â
you flush, shrugging him off with a little turn of your head, thumb rubbing your bottom lip, and unconscious action you do before biting the skin of your lip. âwhat about you?â you nudge him with your knee, as he practically leans over you.
âI get turned on when you do that,â he admits, eyes locked on your thumb on your lip. his cock stirs awake after a short nap, his own thumb comes up, replacing yours to rub the soft flesh. your lips part so easily. eyes doting up at his maintaining eye contact as he slowly pushes his thumb, pupils dilating as you close your pretty lips around his digit, sucking. âyeah, jusâ like that, baby.â
you gently hold his wrist, tongue pressing on the pad of his thumb. youâre slowly licking the digit, swirling your tongue around as if savoring the soft, but lewd action of sucking your fuck buddyâs thumb like itâs the most precious thing ever, the action so similar to the lewd obscene way you tongue his fat cock head.
ânaughty girl,â he mutters lowly, wetting his bottom lip, unable to rip his gaze away from you as you start sucking his thumb more diligently and heâs enamored. his free hand hooks under the hem of your sweater, palm dragging up your warm skin to push the material over your the pretty gloves of your breasts. he bites his lip seeing them squeezed together as you hold his forearm with two small hands, sucking his thumb like a certified slut. âthere yaâ go, pretty girl,â he retracts his thumb slowly, exhaling as he drags your bottom lip down, eyeing your tongue poking out, as you bat your pretty lashes at him. âgod.â
your hand falls from his wrist to cup your breast, rubbing your nipple before tugging the now erect bud. sukuna rubs his thumb across your lips, hypnotized by your shameless action, until youâre honey dripped voice breaks his breathless exhales.
âam i naughty or nice, ryo?â you coo, and the man is immediately done for.
âyouâre a fucking tease,â he lands a slap on your breast making you whimper, squirming. âi need to find out a little more,â his hand grabs at your hips, pushing himself between your thighs. your lips part, but heâs already hooking his fingers around your shorts, lifting your legs up easily manhandling you as he pulls the material off, and placing your legs back down.
your pussy flutters, as his large hand rubs your pelvis, thumb falling to your clit rubbing the nub in slow circles as he speaks, âdo you ever think about being touched in public?â
your lips part, whimpering at the gentle pleasure, ân-no,â you shake your head.
he smiles, âreally?â
you nod, âI donât like it if someone sees,â you exhale, whining a little louder as he sinks a middle finger in your warmth. âonly you should see.â
âIâm honored,â he snorts, but deep down his chest squeezes at the admission. he isnât fully aware why he keeps thinking about touching you in public, youâre not even his to claimâŠ.butâ
âyou should be,â your legs spread further apart, perky nipples rising as you whine, ân-now put it inside me.â
sukuna smirks, ultimately giving in and shoving his chubby girth inside, knocking you asleep after a good rough fucking. but heâs kissing your ear as he mutters lowly, âI forgot to sayâŠthis game goes until christmas.â
you didnât fully know what that meant until you, shoko, and utahime are walking around the winter village when you spot three familiar frat boys.
everyone in the frat has two feelings during the end of the year. the first one is excitement for the holiday party. but the second is remembering the week before the party, they have to work santaâs house at the winter village.
geto always leads the discussion every year, complaining about how weird it is that the university is so invested in this winter village, and how itâs a way for them to please their board members and how universities donât care about their students anymore and itâs all just about real estate and money hungry billionaires, and theyâre forgetting this is an educational institution, and all they do is force their students to follow their twisted student code of conducts, but immediately silence them when they say something the school doesnât like â getoâs annual rant.
all of it, just to end with the boys filling out the spreadsheet for the week. the only beneficial thing about working the house and santa stands, is that their specific fraternity has one of the biggest alumni attending. he comes every year with his family.
heâs the same one that regularly gives out scholarships for their fraternity, also happens to be part of the universityâs board of trustees, and donates high figures towards both the university and to delta alpha stride if they do events like this. similar to the halloween festival.
so of course, even the wealthy president gojo, forces his members, like the presidents before, to take as many shifts as possible in this week so if strideâs alumni happened to be taking his family through the winter village, theyâll see them working hard and wonât help but pull out his check book.
âI didnât know billionaires can be gold diggers too,â shoko snorts once gojo finished explaining the reasoning behind their volunteering.
âIâm not a gold digger. Iâm looking out for the fratâs best interests as their president sugar daddy!â he tsks.
geto shakes his head, âitâs all corrupt. and you havenât been our sugar daddy since midterms since your dad cut your ass off, mr. president.â
the snowy haired president rolls his eyes, âwhatever, thatâs why weâre doing this shit, and Iâm pretty sure you and sukuna are on those scholarships so suck it up.â now geto is rolling his eyes even more, just as sukuna clicks his tongue.
you were all huddled together, holding hot chocolates and coffee in the corner of the winter village. it was the first week of december so everyone was here, either shopping for the holidays, ice skating, or eating.
you, shoko, and utahime came after your classes, it was amusing seeing the boys in the distance, and gojo was moving his arms so animated and now you know why.
âif itâs every year, why are you guys complaining?â you ask, blowing cool air into your hot chocolate before taking a sip.
âexactly!â gojo adds. but geto and sukuna both slap gojo upside the head making him cry out almost spilling his hot chocolate.
âbecause this year, heâs making us do this fuckass skit!â sukuna scowls, getting onlookers to glance over at your group. but that had you and your two friends breaking out in laughter.
âa skit??â you all ask, and sukuna is shaking his head in disbelief that this is really his life right now.
âitâs actually a really good fucking idea if you think about it. itâll happen every night at seven and itâs only like a five minute thing,â gojo continues. âitâs just a battle between santa and the grinch, and we fake fight with candy canes and santa uses the wishes of the good kids to fight, and the grinch uses the wishes of the bad kids, until the hot elves start cheering for santa, and obviously the crowd will start chanting for santa, and then he defeats the grinch. the end!â
âoh,â your eyes widen, making sukuna narrow his eyes at you along with geto.
âdonât be impressed,â they both huff.
you shrug, with a little smile, âitâs actually pretty good advertisement and the kids would love it. very simple storytelling, something very nice.â sukuna glares at you.
âthatâs what Iâm saying!â gojo jumps, making the other two men scowl at you. âand weâd be promoting our party at the end of the week with the hot elf chicks, but so far only one fucking sorority is helping, and theyâre not even covering all the shifts!â
âwhy do they have to be girls?â shoko grumbles, shaking her head, taking out a smoke.
âonly the ones that work with santa have too, itâs just how it is,â gojo huffs, then he looks at you three. you all shake your heads simultaneously. âwhat! cmon, itâll be fun and itâs only a few hours a night, and weâd just need you guys on the first and last day.â
âas if!â utahime shrieks making gojo scowl.
âyou should pay em,â sukuna interrupts. gojoâs eyes widen in fear because the three of you suddenly warm up to the idea in seconds. âtheyâre not part of a sorority, âs only fair.â
âs oNLy fAir,â gojo mimics lowly, âwhat happened to favors? friends?â
âwe donât come cheap either,â shoko adds.
and thatâs how you found yourself dressed in a little elf costume. it was not overly sexual, considering this was a family event, but the elf dress was tight, and the hem was shorter than one would like, but the green sheer stockings made up for it. kinda.
santaâs house finally opened at the winter village the second week of december. almost everyone on campus was already mingling around. families walking around with their kids as they dragged them to the santa stands then finally to the main house.
and then there was sukunaâŠjaw tight, scowl permanent.
âthis is giving some weird fuckinâ santa harem,â he tsks, glancing at you, shoko, utahime, and two other sorority elf girls, in the short elf costumes.
âitâs fine, santa just likes some eye candy when heâs working,â gojo laughs, fixing his beard as the line outside gets longer.
âew,â you and your two friends grimace.
your eyes fall on sukuna again, dressed in an overly priced grinch costume, however modified where he was wearing custom grinch overalls and a red santa coat. his grinch mask is pushed over his head so he can breathe until the skit begins, which made him look like some male stripper with the way he isnât wearing a shirt underneath the overalls, and heâs basically excuding sexual tension.
gojo steps outside with shoko and the other two elves so the kids can start sitting on his lap for wishes.
âare you gonna be the grinch the entire week?â you ask.
sukuna itches his arm under the jacket, âfuck no, me and geto are takinâ turns. and gojo and shoyo are taking turns with santa. the rest of the members are helping run the santa stands around the village.â sukunaâs eyes rack over you, licking his bottom lip in thought as he eyes the plush of your thighs in the green sheer stockings.
you glance down at your outfit, flatting the bottom of the dress, as if itâll change the length of the thing, âitâs obvious men designed these,â you comment.
sukuna abruptly stands, towering over you in seconds, rough palms falling on top your santa hat tilting your head back to look at him. itâs lately been his favorite thing to do, bringing attention to your obvious height and size difference.
âdo you like helping out?â sukuna asks, the tone easily telling you his line of questioning is similar to the ones throughout the week for the game naughty or nice.
you nod, âyes, itâs fun.â your mischievous smile makes sukuna quirk a brow at you. âand Iâm getting paid.â
âso not out of the kindness of your heart? naughty list,â sukuna tsks, eyes falling to your chest pressing against the material of the dress with each breath you take. fuck. âyeah, just stay near the back when we do the skit,â he says, glancing between your eyes before one of the frat elves came to call everyone out.
it was funny.
the entire crowd was laughing as they watched gojo and sukuna, aka. santa and the grinch, battle each other. gojo was very happy about his part and dramatized much of his lines, while sukunaâs natural cold and grumpy attitude fit his character perfectly.
you and your friends did your best not to laugh, struggling to encompass the roles of the scared elves cheering for santaâs victory â along with the kids in the audience. the crowd grew by the minute, until the skit ended and all the actors lined up around the unconscious grinch on the ground and bowed.
the funny thing about what happened after, is yes, many kids still wanted to sit on santaâs lap, but another large majority also wanted to take pictures with the grinch. a few kids even saying they felt bad for the grinch because he was just lonely and wanted friends and didnât deserve to lose like that. sukuna did his best to stay in character, all he was thinking about was his younger brothers when they were around these kids ages, so he didnât want to ruin the secrets of Christmas for them.
but then something happened after.
sukuna was fucking livid. not because heâs having kids sit on his lap trying to cheer him up after his defeat, but because whenever he looked away from the kids, and found you. every single old greasy hair lossing dad was gawking at your pretty thighs or breasts! but not just the dads! multiple guys were eyeing down you and the elf girls like yâall were fucking strippers! even though that was the reason a majority of the elves working the front are girls, having them look at you though was stirring a unwanted feeling inside the grinch.
however, things only got worse when kids asked for the elves to be in the pictures too. you, utahime, and another elf kneeled beside santa, while shoko and the second elf stood on either side of santa and the kid.
the line only got longer after that.
they were rubbing it in his face. sukunaâs eyes narrowed every time some man brushed a hand over your hip as they took âfamilyâ pictures with santa and the elves. his leg would bounce erratically when heâd glance over and see a few guys on the lines taking pictures of you and the other girls.
gojo wasnât complaining, because for the amount of college guys that were lining up for the hot elves, there was a similar amount of hot girls wanting to sit on santa and the grinchâs lap.
the frat president thought it was the best advertisement for their party too, giving invites to all the hot girls that sat on his lap; all the while sukuna was seething whenever some nerdy fucking otaku was wrapping his arm around you.
geto who was in charge of running the santa house as the main elf, for the night, and had to intervene when a few men started sneaking hands on the elves thighs, sukuna was close to throwing a kid off his lap when he saw some guy skim a hand on your thigh.
âwhat the fuck?â sukuna jumps after the kid gets off, grabbing geto by the collar. âyour job is to fucking watch the girls.â
âIâm doing my best,â geto tsks, eyeing a few men heâd kicked out just now. sukuna bites his tongue letting go of his friend as he glares at a couple men.
either way, it didnât stop sukuna from grabbing you forcefully, arm wrapped around your waist as youâre all leaving the winter village for the night.
âthank god youâre not working all week,â he grumbles, ignoring gojo and getoâs looks when he turns the street with you leading you towards the train station to your place instead of the frat.
âwhy?â you yawn, hugging your jacket tighter as sukuna keeps his arm around you.
âfucking weird fucks touching you and your friends,â he seethes remembering the creeps.
you hum in agreement, âyeah, that was disgusting,â you yawn again, unaware how livid the man really is until he has you bent over the couch, railing his chubby girth inside you. santa jacket stripped and grinch overalls down to his knees, as he cracks a rough hand on your ass, grunting in your ear with each sharp calculating rut.
but sukuna being inside you and pumping his thick creamy load in your gummy walls, didnât light a bulb in your head.
instead, in the week of the santa house, you had no clue that in the last hour of the winter village, when most families were heading back home. girls were sitting on sukuna, geto, or gojoâs lap, purposely pressing up close and whispering the most foul things in their ears.
all for it to escalate the final night, when you, utahime, and shoko all stood in shock when you witnessed first hand, two girls straddling each of sukunaâs thick thighs, kissing his cheek over the mask for a picture.
it didnât matter that his arms rested on the chair and not them, none of it mattered, because you couldnât even keep count of all the girls that did that. even the men that sat on the athletes lap had you seeing red.
âwhat the fuck,â you mutter.
so maybe what happened a few hours later, when the long awaited holiday frat party was thrown back at delta alpha stride, and you all went straight from the winter village to the house in your costumes, it was inevitable.
sukuna was exhausted, rubbing his eyes and cracking his neck as you all got off the train and walked the few blocks to see the party already in full swing, but things didnât take off until president santa and the vp grinch started throwing back shots and shouting in adrenaline, the party immediately cranked to a hundred.
everyone at this point had seen clips of their skit at the winter village, that they started placing bets on gojo and sukuna, making them play different competitions against one another throughout the night.
so as music was blasting off the walls, and people were dancing and grinding up on each other. gojo is slurring his words at this point, as he tries to catch up on the push up competition against sukuna who was huffing beside him, still pumping one after the other, completely drunk on adrenaline and liquor.
at the same time you were dodging men with shoko and utahime in your elf costumes, utahime spilling her drink on one for grabbing her waist from behind.
but with the events of the night happening one after the other, you couldnât even have time to process what you felt earlier today. seeing those girls flirt with sukuna at the winter village: and now youâre being handed drinks with shoko as you both play beer pong against two other guys. your lips purse, grimacing as you throw back another shot as people around you cheer. drinking is the worst.
while more sorority girls started showing up in elf costumes and slutty santa fits, the party only got livelier.
it wasnât new to a holiday party, especially the last one after finals. everyone goes all out and getâs shit faced. so by the time you were leaning against geto you finally notice sukuna and gojo standing out at the patio as a crowd forms around them.
then they flip at the same time.
sukunaâs body arches over the keg, muscles taut and gleaming under the string lights, veins standing out along his forearms and neck as he grips the tap. even upside down, he looks fucking effortless, strong, controlled, impossibly balanced. every line of him radiates power. his jaw is set, lips parted in a laugh he canât quite hold back, hair falling forward in wild dark strands with every second he holds himself there.
beer sloshes over his chest, dripping down the sharp planes of his torso, but he doesnât falter. his abs flex, tattoos glistening for everyone to see as he shifts just slightly to adjust, the raw masculinity of his strength undeniable, even while heâs drunk.
next to him is gojo, just as shirtless, and all chaos and laughs. his chest and cheeks just as flushed as his muscles flex, chugging the beer right beside sukuna. even for frat guys, their strength was shocking. people cheered for santa gojo, while another side cheered for sukuna the grinch. girls eye both menâs flushed and sweaty chests, especially at the bulge so obvious in their costumes.
then they drop together, sukuna lands with a soft thud, still laughing, chest heaving, eyes lazy and wild. gojo is cackling loudly, completely untamed. sukuna tosses his head back, hand running through his sweaty pink locks and wiping the beer from his chin with the back of his head. his laugh was unguarded, drunk and absolutely heart skipping.
when sukunaâs arm is being lifted in the air by another frat member, the crowd erupts with cheers as gojo tsks, stumbling just a bit as he argues.
and you see it all happen, and even when sukuna looks up, sharp eyes cutting through the crowd, you donât waver when he shoots you a wink. dumbass.
at this point in the night, girls were lining up to take âsanta picturesâ with gojo and sukuna, this time much more explicit than the ones at the winter village as they crowd around the decorated section of the living room.
two girls jump on sukunaâs lap as another sits back on santa gojo beside him. and your very drunk mind isnât able to control your simmering rage as you crush the solo cup in your hand when you witness them do the unthinkable.
in union, all three girls suddenly pull down their tops. huge tits spilling out right in front of the camera man, and both men.
sukuna and gojo â like the frat men they are â throw their heads back in laughter. sukunaâs face was flushed pink from the alcohol pumping through his veins. the girl on gojoâs lap, grabs his hands and puts them right on her chest, making him squeeze as she poses for the camera.
not a second later the girls on sukunaâs lap reach for his hands â which you donât realize, havenât touched a single girl that entire nightâ and you see red.
the alcohol was a hundred percent the catalyst for your unfiltered and uncontrolled reaction. and luckily for you, the man in question is just as fucked up, so when your hand is suddenly grabbing one of girls arm tugging it away from sukunaâs hand, all he can do is look up at you with a lopsided smirk.
âmove. my turn.â
your eyes are lidded, narrowed at the girls as they scoff in disbelief, well until sukuna is dropping his thick legs letting them both hit the ground with a yelp. and for the first time in the night, sukuna opens his palm for a girl. âhop on.â
his hair is disheveled, overalls down at his waist showcasing his rippling abs and inked chest, skin sticky and hot, and lips glossed from the liquor.
your smaller hand clasps over his, holding it firmly, and climbing slowly onto his lap. itâs the same way you climb onto him when youâre about to ride his big fat cock, eyes low and heated as you shift your knees on either side of his muscular thighs, before settling your pretty ass right on his bulge. he immediately flushes, stirring inside his grinch overalls.
âif you wanted a picture so badâŠi woulda let ya cut the line,â his deep eyes were glossed from the alcohol, hooded gaze falling over your lips, smirking up at you. you hum in disinterest, an ugly knot twisting inside you as you trace up his bulging biceps, feeling his hot skin under your palm.
the slow drag of manicured nails sends a cool shiver down the frat boys spine. his lips part with a confident exhale as you meet his eyes, tilting your head.
âyouâd let me cut the line, with all those hot girls waiting?â you were so unbelievably drunk, your words were just flying out of your mouth. neither of you paying attention to the pledge who was asking you both to look at the camera, along with the girls huffing as they watched sukunaâs rub your thighs, sneaking his hands under your dress to grab at your thighs squeezing it possessively. he hadnât laid a single finger on any of the girls, so why the fuck is he touching you? âwould I have to pull down my top so youâd let me cut?â
sukuna stifled a laugh, âno, and I didnât ask em to do that.â
you shrug, jaw clenching as you lean closer to the man, hand cupping his neck, making his head tip back with a carnal grin. âitâs disgusting.â you mutter against his lips, stealing his breath away with another chuckle from him. âwould you rather have them topless on you or me?â
âyou topless, for sure,â his cool response sends a flood of heat washing over you.
wow, the confidence. fuck.
gojo, who was sitting just a few inches away, gave you a surprised side glancing, overhearing your conversation. you guys were unbelievable.
ânext girl!â gojo shrugs you both off, smiling wickedly as another hot brunette sits back on his lap, arm thrown over the presidents shoulder as she sticks her tongue at the camera. her other hand grabs at gojoâs face, kissing his cheek as he smiles proudly, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. arm wrapped tightly around the girlâs waist, feeling her curves.
and with these pictures, attracts more girls complaining about why youâre taking so long on the grinchâs lap. you guys werenât even looking at the camera!
âyouâre disgusting, youâd let all these guys see my boobs, then?â you mutter against his mouth, hot breaths mixing making him dizzy.
he grunts in short thought, before his hands are grabbing you firmer, cupping your ass under your dress, ânahâŠ.Iâll preserve yâr chasity.â his chin tilts.
âthought you said you wanted to fuck me in the library in front of an audience?â youâre surprised you can even remember his words with your drunk mind, but either way, the man bites back a smirk.
he swallows a thick moan, hooded gaze focused on you, âyou said yâ wouldnât like it,â he shrugs, biting his lip, â so Iâll need something else in return.â
your chest is pressed to his sticky chest, fingers coiling in his hair as you raise a brow, âyou said I can cut though.â
âyeah, but now I want payment,â his legs spread further apart, drunken mind groaning when he feels you shift firmly on his bulge, his own hips pushing up to feel you. fuck, heâs hard already? he seethes internally.
âIâm not taking my top off, ryo,â you scowl.
he scoffs, âi donât want you doinâ that shit anyways, not with everyone here.â you flush at the direct admission, body reacting by pressing yourself closer to him, scratching his nape possessively, as if more girls arenât getting even more livid at the pledgeâs for holding up the holiday frat picture line, but it was all your fault, and they can see it, see the possessiveness dripping from your veins. âpayment is a kiss.â
your lips part, amused. âeasy.â
âbut ya gotta kiss me like a good elf.â
his words immediately sink in, your skin burns, unaware that gojo has now finally gotten up, and has taken the responsibility of telling all the girls pictures are over. all the while, youâre sitting back, breath hot against his, holding his jaw firmly before pressing your lips against his.
the first contact made sukuna grip the flesh of your ass, fingers imprinting your skin, but then heâs groaning deeply when you start caressing his bottom lip, nibbling the flesh before going to his top lip.
you were meticulous, kissing his lips so lewdly, so possessively, so when his tongue finally joined, you showed just as much appreciation, if not more. you were taking the lead, tilting his head, pulling his hair, unaware that your lower body has started grinding down on his bulge. the arousal was seeping through the material of your panties, green pantyhose, and now his fuzzy overalls,
âfuck, youâre such a naughty fuckinâ elf,â he mutters between kisses, your tongue lapping his like a fucking puppy, humming in pleasure as the friction from your movement before you start humping his bulge a little firmer. stimulating your poor clit. âkissing the grinch,â his hand comes down on your ass, a few bystanders glance over in flushed embarrassment and jealousy, while most donât notice, the music silencing anything else.
you smile against his lips, kissing them again and again, spitting in his mouth, before tracing the inside of his mouth with your tongue. his entire body was on fire, jaw numb as he kissed and grabbed you, completely oblivious to the party around him, entire mind and body consumed by you in a matter of minutes.
thatâs until your started dry humping him a little quicker, mind slow to realize what you were both doing, as you enjoyed the pleasure it brought your clothed pussy. his head tilts back grunting when his hips bucked impatiently. but it wasnât until one of your soft pitched moans pierced the air, did he notice the phone pointed at him from the corner of his eye.
âwhat the fuck!?â
you only blink when youâre suddenly falling back on the christmas couch with a yelp. sukuna lurches up, lunging at the phone and ripping it from the guyâs palm.
âthe fuck were you doing?!â he barks, chest heaving and vision red.
ân-nothing, man,â the guy squeaks, sweating bullets as sukuna slams him to the ground, fist rising before geto is suddenly wrapping his arm around the vpâs neck.
âno fights!â his words are just as slurred, holding down a bile that threatens to crawl up his throat again.
sukuna tries to land a punch, but he was too drunk to aim, and his fist collides with the hard floor instead, right beside the guyâs face. âyou fucking piece of shit! Iâll skin ya aliveâdelete whatever you recorded!â sukuna shouts, the entire crowd watching the man snap. youâre also watching in dumb shock on the couch, eyes wide as you see sukuna forcefully open the guys phone, scrolling to his photos.
everyone catches the darkness that crosses the athletes face, the red irisâ burning, and if it werenât for geto and a pledge, sukuna wouldâve killed the guy. he was seeing red, his jaw was taunt, deleting four videos this guy recorded of you dry humping him just minutes ago.
âget him out,â sukuna slams the phone into the ground after breaking the screen and shoving the guy back into the wall, nor pulling back any strength in his drunken state. ânow!â a handful of pledges trip as they escort the man out of the frat.
sukuna sharply turns back to you, catching you off guard as your eyes widen. âdid heâwoah.â you gasp, suddenly stumbling up as sukuna lifts you to your feet, arm around your waist as he drags you up to his room, door slamming shut, rattling the entire house.
âwhat happened?â you stumble, just as sukuna is wrapping his arms around your back, hugging you to his chest as he kisses and sucks your neck.
âfucking holiday is full of fuckass creeps,â he seethes, hand bunching up your dress, and large palm cupping your clothed mound. âand now yâer fuckinâ soaked from humping my cock?â
you flush, hand holding his wrist as he wraps an arm around your waist, sitting back on his bed pulling you on his lap, âspread your legs,â his command comes with a nudge under your thighs. your brows pinch in heat, turning your face when your name cuts the air, silencing any protest as you whine lowly, spreading your legs open, back pressed to the manâs sweaty chest.
sukunaâs big arms are under your thighs, jaw tight. he brings both hands to your crotch, and easily tears the stockings open with a gasp. âIâve decided,â he starts, exhaling as his forearm flexes, easily ripping your panties next, making you gasp, grabbing his wrist, âyouâre on the fucking naughty list.â
âwhatâre youâwai!ââ you cry out as he plunges two fingers into your tight hole. every thought leaves your head once he starts stimulating your crying cunt. your back arches off his chest, squirming, until heâs cracking a hand on your inner thigh. âryoââ you cry.
âstay fuckinâ still,â he tsks, working two fingers rapidly, other hand sliding from your thigh to your clit, overstimulating you in seconds as he curls his fingers, already hearing the sloshing of your arousal in your pussy from his intruding fingers.
your nails dig into his arms, sliding down his lap with every squirm until heâs lifting you easily back in place, and keeping you stationed and opened for him. his head is propped over your shoulder as he watches you cry into his chest, toes curling as you start clamping around his fingers, gasping for air.
âyeah, cumming in five minutes. impressive, slut,â he tsks, watching your legs struggle to close as your orgasm washes through your body.
youâre trying to push his hands away now, but instead heâs dragging his fingers out popping them in his mouth sucking all the sweetness before pushing the digits near your mouth. âcmon I took all the honey off, so suck.â
âyouâre fucking insaneââ he shuts you up with his fingers, other hand cracking down on your pussy.
âlegs stay open.â
oh fuck, your core squeezes, chest hot as you suck on his fingers, whining around them as he rubs your puffy clit, running his fingers up and down your slit, purposely making a mess. something had taken him over. he doesnât want to address why that weird fantasize of fucking you in front of people plagued his mind, but when he saw that phone, he couldnât control his anger. the internal unspoken conflict of wanting people to know your his, but also not see you in that way.
maybe your words should mean more. you were only okay with him seeing you like this. was that why he was pissed that someone was recording?
âfuck,â he groans internally, pulling his fingers from your mouth to grab your jaw, you gasp for air before heâs crashing his lips on yours.
you whine, lips parting instinctively as he shoves his tongue in aggressively. he still has an arm wrapped under your knee, keeping you open as you buck into the air, whining pathetically. his finger still circles and traces your pussy lips. your mind was so high in the clouds. heâs biting your lip, and groaning again when he stuffs your pussy again.
âtellinâ me you donât like people watching,â he grits, âbut yâer humpinâ me like youâre in fucking heat.â
your brows pinch, choking on a moan when he starts stimulating your clit again, rubbing tight circles. âIâI donâtâand y-youâre the fucking naughty one. feeling up a million girls in a week.â
sukuna scoffs, curling his fingers inside making your moan pitch high, gasping again when he pulls out leaving you empty and then spanking your pussy in mean punishment. clit burning. âI didnât fucking touch âem, and it was for pictures.â
your jaw slacks, eyes fluttering as he pistons his fingers at a brutal place, until youâre shaking and clawing at his arms. âyeah, there ya go,â his dark chuckle doesnât conceal the simmering anger bubbling underneath. he was drunk, and you were barely holding on after two orgasms. but he didnât care, âsay something.â
youâre trying to close your legs, but heâs keeping you wide open like he owns you. âam I not touching you? s-sitting on someoneâs lap is literally t-touching them,â you manage to choke out. words slurred as you turn your face, eyes heavy lidded as you glare at him. âyou said the game goes till christmas, you canât just end it early,â you huff.
his jaw sets, eyes locked on your lips. words leaving your lips, and body reactions delayed as he eyes your flushed expression. âhumping me for videos vetos, so yâer on the fucking naughty list.â
âno you are!â you squirm trying to turn in his lap, but instead heâs standing up and tossing you on the bed. you land on your back, pushing yourself up to glare at him butââwha!â you gasp as the man drags you to the edge of the bed and rips the rest of your pantyhose off, and then flipping you on your stomach.
âfucking elves shouldnât talk back,â he spits, pulling your hips up so youâre on your knees, flipping your dress over your ass âspank! âyou understand?â spank!
your eyes bulge, tears pushing against your waterline. and your pussy is fucking leaking, asshole twitching right under his gaze making him flush all over.
you here the clanking of his overalls behind you. you turn your head and try to sit up again, âelves only listen to santa, not that grumpy ass grinch. so maybe bring satoru up and Iâll follow orders.â
his movements stop momentarily, sharp eyes finding yours and you can almost see the way his red irises disappear, dark pupils dilating at the suggestive comment.
you shrug, unaware how that one comment has set the man in ravels internally. âyou want satoru up here?â
âheâs santa,â you wave dismissively, drunk mouth yapping.
his overalls clank to the ground followed by his boxers, leaving him completely nude, abs clenched and still sticky from alcohol and sweat. his monster cock is flushed red, tanned tip oozing pearls of clear cum. his heavy filled balls sway as he steps over his clothes, kicking them aside, cock bobbing under the weight of his size, unable to fully stand up. your thighs clench as you eye the dangerous meat and the thick trail of hair from his belly button down to what you want most.
âIâll get ya to follow my orders,â he utters behind clenched teeth, he pokes his cheek with his tongue, pressing one knee on the mattress, hand dragging down his abs, scratching the hairs that lead him to the thicker, sweaty, groomed pubes that decorate his base. he grabs himself and shaking his thick cock knowing exactly what heâs doing, because your eyes are now glued to him. cheeks hot, and mouth drooling as you see him wet his cock with his pre cum, spitting in his hand and bringing it back to his cock, jerking himself of with slow, tight twists.
your hand was pressed to the mattress, âryo..â
sukunaâs head tips back, eyes fluttering and thick brows scrunchingâ oh fuck, he groans. heâs really pent up, his hand bringing relief to the hot girth.
you pout sitting up. your jealousy simmering inside as you see him relieving himself when youâre right there! you crawl closer to him, sitting pretty on the bed in front of him, hand touching his thigh, batting your lashes up at him. âryo?â you caresses his muscular thigh, tracing the large inked band that wraps around the limb.
sukuna is still jerking his fat cock right in front of your face, you can feel the heat from it, eyes flicking up to his eyes watching him exhale a grunt. you whine, jaw setting as he ignores you, you watch more pre leak out of him.
you huff, calling his name again, but he ignores you again, focusing on his own relief, but he hears you shuffling in front of him, then a zip, and light toss.
you completely strip, settling back on the bed and inching close and rubbing his thigh again so he can give you attention now. âstop ignoring, cmon,â you dig your nails in to his thighs, frown deepening as his jaw slacks, groaning once he twists around his tip, thumb rubbing the slit of his engorged tip, making his entire body jerk, until the first spurt of cum shoots out of his tip.
âshit,â he hissed , âfuck!!â
his hand falls on your head, as you suck your lips around his tip drinking up his cum and moving his hand away to milk his cock for more. you moan around him, sending shivers down his spine, bracing your head against him as you swallow more of his cock, bopping your head before pulling out, and moving your face down. âshit,â he grits, eyes lidded as your tongue hangs out, and licks a strip from heavy balls, up, up, up to his tip, tongue circling the bulbous tip, jerking his base, quicker. you moan as you squeeze your hand up until his abs are clenching and shooting more cum.
your throat bobs as you swallow every drop, ignoring the bitter taste because of the amounts of alcohol heâs consumed. your tongue laps over his tip until heâs pressing your head back.
you pull of, licking your lips, doe eyes dotting up at him in satisfaction, brushing his happy trail like a fucking minx. your manicured nails move around the thick hairs brushing it as you wait for him to finally meet your eyes. your cheeks flush, expression brightening at the attention.
he scoffs, chest still heaving, cock still half-hard, he cups your jaw. âso yer gonna listen to me?â
your eyes glance over his flushed features, ears red, and body hot. âletâs jusâ fuck.â
the click of his tongue slices the air. he then grabs your wrist that was touching his treasure trail, pulling it away, and tilting your face up so he can bend down. âweâre gonna fuck, but Iâm not gonna fuck you like a nice princess.â
your eyes narrow, âI wouldnât expect that from some ass thatâs always been on the naughty list.â
you visibly see the cord snap behind his eyes. in seconds youâre being flipped onto your stomach again, wrists caged behind your back, and a sharp spank hitting your ass. âfucking think youâre perfect?â
your body squirms, whining into the sheets as he lines his engorged tip to your entrance, hand grabbing your waist as he pulls you back, slamming the entire girth in, hitting your cervix.
âfuahh!â you cry out, words falling off your tongue as sukuna pounds your poor cunt like it personally attacked himâŠwhich it did. youâre gasping with every drag of his cock, and every spank from his cruel hand. all of it a punishment as if it wasnât making your pussy clamp around him every time, and gush another flow of syrupy arousal. ânghhh r-ryo, Iâm ahhââ
sukuna scoffs as you try to speak, tightening his grip on your bound wrists, pressing it against your lower back making you arch painfully. you whine louder, unable to stop the itch that grows bigger inside you. âstill donât wanna listen tâme? still think yer gonna get a nice fuckingânot only are ya on the naughty listâŠbut youâre letting the grinch fuck your brains out.â
drool slides down your chin as you push back, meeting his thrusts with your own neediness. sukuna groans watching the way your ass ripples with each loud clap. âsuch a bad fuckinâ ngh girl.â
your thighs tremble as you feel the comings of another orgasm. your wrists struggle in his single grip, whining louder, moans getting pitcher and more pathetic as you do the worst possible thingâ
âpleaseâŠnhh ryo, please, let go,â youâre crying and whimpering, almost like your body wasnât clenching around him for more.
however, sukunaâs unchecked laugh only solidifies the only possible way out is to, âbeg a little more. the grinch can be nice if the naughty girl does what sheâs told.â
if you werenât so cockdrunk, you probably wouldâve felt his evil smirk behind you, but you couldnât, and ultimately your glossy lips are parting as you start babbling incoherent nonsense, the little alcohol left in your system fueling you with a mix of âryoâŠpleaseâŠplease ngh fuh-wanna cumâŠcum cumming!ââ
his insistent pounding had your vision going white, jaw slack as your pitched cries pierce the walls like a dirty angel.
his grip finally loosens around your wrists, letting them tuck beside you as you fall to your side, arms stretching above you as sukuna lifts your leg, slotting himself again.
âstill needa empty the grinchâs sacks,â he snorts, guiding his tip back into your overstimulated hole, and pushes your leg higher, practically hugging it over his shoulder as he slams backs in.
your entire body is on fire, back arching high off the bed you almost felt like you were floating. all senses and rationality flew out the door once he began using all two hundred pound weight of muscle behind each thrust. your moans punched out with a cry, tears breaking as your nails dug into the sheets. sukuna was beyond gone. pupils blown to black as your moans fueled his stamina.
his beefy arms hugged your thighs, hand managing to slip to crack more spanks on your ass. âfuckinâ elf squeezin my dick like itâs abouta snapâhaah fuck fuck sâ hot.â
the man hadnât fully realized how gone he was, until he dropped your leg and pushed himself between your legs letting them lock around his toned waist, before shoving his length back inside your spasming walls, for the home stretch.
âyou like getting fucked like this? crying like a dumb little elf,â he scoffs, licking your lips with his messy tongue, a loud rumble shakes his body as he groans. your lips part with every thrust he gives you, arms on either side of your head as he pounds into you. a hot moan leaves his mouth, âwords, elf.â
âIâm not c-crying,â you choke, blown gaze glossed over, and face hot as your nails scratch down his back. your head flies back, whining louder until heâs pushing himself up, hands pressed under your thighs. his eyes watch every tear that runs down your pretty cheeks, every clench of your stomach, until his thrusts get sloppier and uncoordinated, and heâs finally groaning like the beast he isâ
âshiit, gonna shoot my load,â his voice strains slightly, gasping as you clamp around him, trembling from your own orgasm that makes his hand crack on your ass.
âryo!â you cry, his thumb falls on your clit rubbing harsh circles, sliding so deep inside you feel him warm up your tummy, until heâs stilling, back arched forward, his calloused palm falls flat dwarfing your stomach and with one last half thrust, heâs dumping thick creamy white cum in your pretty cunt.
âfuckfuckââ heâs chanting lowly, pressing down on the tummy bulge, feeling his cock empty inside you, as your hand wraps around his wrist, gasping and trembling like a cute little thing. with a few more thrusts, milking the last bits, he pulls out. your legs are shaking desperately, whining when he watches his thick cum start to spill out. âwould you rather get stuffed by the grinch or santa?â
youâre still catching your breath, tears dried on your pretty cheeks as sukuna rubs your thighs, then your stomach again, until heâs hovering over you.
your glossy lips part, drool dried on your chin as you gaze up at the man like a fucked out princess, âthe grinch.â
it wasnât a surprising answer, but it still had sukunaâs muscles relaxing and his dimples press into his cheeks as he smiled, leaning down to kiss your neck over and over, hugging your waist.
âyou were so good for me, Iâll ask santa to move ya to the nice list,â he teases, alcohol still pumping through him.
you make an incoherent noise, almost like a whine. you then exhale softly, exhaustion seeping into your bones, before your pretty mind-numbing beautiful lips part, and youâre whispering softly, soft hands brushing his bicep as he continues kissing and licking your neck. âsâ fine,â you sigh, eyes heavy, âIâll stay on the naughty listâŠwith you.â
and maybe if either of you were just a little bit more sober, youâd think a little more about what you meant by that. but instead heâs crashing beside you, tucking himself against your back.
however, that didnât seem it was the end of the night. it wasnât until the next day when the boys were cleaning up downstairs and gojo dragged sukunaâs ass out of bed to help â leaving you still passed out in his warm sheets â did he find out a little bit more.
all the members were hungover, including sukuna, cleaning up the wreck of a house, and just like after most parties, everyone was recalling different things, piecing together the night. as for this particular one, the events were timelined including sukunaâs appearance towards the end of the party, which he had very small recollection of.
so in gojo lovely words, everyone had heard him fucking you to oblivion upstairs, which wasnât anything new, but then afterwards sukunaâs drudging down. nails marked his back and arms, a sheer layer of sweat over his entire body, and only wearing a very loose pair of sweats, with his bulge very prominent and smelling entirely of you, did more info come out.
gojoâs drunk ass stumbled to see sukuna grabbing water from the kitchen, asking if he wanted to do another competition, when sukuna brushed him off, and quite literally explained in detail why he couldnât, and that included: a pretty elf girl sleeping naked in his bed upstairs waiting for him after he stuffed her pretty pussy full of his cum, as she cried for him. so he canât stay down long because he needs to kiss her to sleep, and he wonât let santaâs bitchass near her.
the room fell silent. and sukuna was frozen for a second, just a brief moment, until heâs scoffing. âfuck off,â before turning the vacuum on.
either way, when they finished cleaning up, he dragged his hungover ass back up to his room. body heating up once he saw you still passed out, blanket falling to your waist as you slept on your side, face pressed to the pillow as gentle breaths left your pretty lips.
he pushes down the feeling of his stomach flipping at the sight of you, or the way his chest heats up. instead he quietly slips back into bed, arm wrapping around your warm torso, letting your warmth pull him back to sleep.
âyou made a pretty elf,â he mutters against your neck, pulling your fast asleep ass back to his chest.
more frat!kuna here
a/n: happy holidays to anyone that celebrates!! Iâm actually muslim so I donât celebrate christmas, but I loveeee the winter villages in my city so I was inspired by that! i hope u guys enjoyed it!!
Cw: barely any smut, college au, reader isâŠsomethin else
Enjoy! A/n at the endâŠlong time no see loves <3
Sorry itâs so short!!
Satoru and Suguru were on the same basketball team, you knew that much.
You had both in your classes but not at the same time.
When Suguru asked you to study together, you thought nothing of it.
Until you ended up in his bed at the frat house.
âYou feel so good,â
âFuck Sugu-â
Best sex youâd ever had honestly.
A month and few hookups with Suguru laterâŠ
Youâd been standing outside your class, just checking your phone for a moment.
âY/n?â
You looked up to see SatoruâŠ
âWhatâs up?â
âUhâŠcould you help me study for our exam? We could meet at the library if you want?â
âSure thatâs fine, Iâll meet you there at 6.â
Now itâs 7. And you donât even know why you agreed to âhelpâ Satoru. He knows the material. All of it.
And an hour later you end up in your apartment.
âFuck Satoruâ
âYeah? I knew this pussy would be so fucking goodâ
New contender for best sex youâd ever hadâŠ
You and Satoru continued to hook up at your apartment all while you continued to go to Sugurus frat house to hook up w himâŠ
Sorry!
And all was going well until Satoru invited you over to his placeâŠ
And he took you to the same frat house Suguru lived in.
Butttt it was fine right? Just sneak in and out. Be quick and no one will know.
But thenâŠyou slept over. Mistake #139487372
The next morning, Satoru walked you out.
On the way to the door, you passed the kitchen.
There was Suguru, eating his breakfast, looking directly at you.
He just scoffed, laughed under his breath, and shook his head.
Satoru completely oblivious to anythingâŠ
You fucked up.
A/n: hi everyone!! Iâve missed this! The past few months Iâve been in school so itâs been hard to write in my free time, I would love to try to get back into it when I can.
I just wanted to give you guys a lil something even though it is super super short.
Please interact and leave any suggestions you may have!! Missed you all, I hope the past few months have been great !! <3
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fratboy!sukuna x f!reader â fwb ⊠ongoing series
[ SERIES SYNOPSIS ] â it was obvious when this started, it was simply a mutual understanding between two horny college students, with very high libidos, and didnât want any random stds that this was purely a sexual relationship only. and yet, both of you are unintentionally toeing the line between that and something else.
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is he catching a fever? the air feels thickerâŠhis skin warmerâŠ
âsukuna, you donât look so good,â the fake sympathy dripped from each syllable. kaori kamoâs deep black eyes narrowed as she examined her only step-son.
the bile in his stomach twisted once more, the smug confidence his step-mother was wearing always shook him. even years later, instead of fear, he felt a mountain of dormant rage. rage thatâs been simmering inside and subtly building up for years. his palms flexed, clenching into fists, jaw ticking and dark orbs settling on hers.
âpractice wore him out, besides weâre not staying long, so Iâll cut to itââ
tojiâs immediately cut off by the shameless woman, unsurprisingly. âIâm assuming you know everything toji, so thereâs definitely more that needs to be discussed and Iâll need sukuna to answer a few of my own questions. and if heâs not feeling up for it, thenââ
âfuck off,â sukuna scoffs, throwing the biggest eye roll as if he wasnât sweating buckets underneath. toji licks his teeth, sensing the shift in the womanâs attitude.
âexcuse me?â her tone pitches lower, fake sympathy immediately going down the drain, now replaced with something more familiar to sukuna. the disgust leaked from her gaze as it swept over him.
the air stiff.
sukuna maintains eye contact, stoic expression settling over him, pushing his limits as he feels the cords snapping behind his eyes. heâs never laid his hands on a woman, but it was so tempting in this moment. with her obvious disgust targeted at him, he could only imagine what itâd feel like to knock her out.
âdo i have to speak to you like youâre fifteen again?â
the vein in sukunaâs neck snaps.
his six foot tall self steps forward, head tilting and eyes sinking with rage. he could snap her like a fucking twig right nowâhowever, tojiâs larger figure, subtly steps to the side, blocking sukuna from moving another inch forward. his own rage sizzling under the surface with control, eyes narrowing at the thin woman.
âenough with the petty jabs, kaori,â toji spits, unafraid.
she scoffs, pale arms crossing as she eyes the young coach. âhave you been looking after him this whole time?â the question catches the man off guard, but expression remaining neutral. âexplains why heâs acting much worse than before, if thatâs even possible. having you as a role model is definitely an explanation.â
sukunaâs eyes flare, chest bubbling with anger. he briefly glances over at his close friend, controlling his expression, noticing the tick in the manâs jaw, and the downward curl of his infamous scar.
âthatâs enough,â he scratches his chin, a beat of silence as he composes himself.
âyouâll stop the threats. youâre not showing up to wasukeâs house, and youâre not going anywhere near the kids schools,â toji says, glancing down at his phone, swiping through it.
koariâs chest rises, âyou canât stop me from seeing my boys. Iâm their mother, I gave them space after everything, and now itâs time for me to see them.â
sukunaâs arms flex, blood boiling behind his eyes. the nerve on this woman was unbearable. however, tojiâs already turning his phone, the screen staring back at kaori.
the two men catch the slight shock that crosses her face, her black orbs hesitating before they narrow quickly. âwhere did you get this?â
toji retracts the phone once more, glancing at the court papers shiu managed to find, along with the lawsuit three years ago and the open investigation. âthis was filed by multiple clients,â he clicks his tongue for dramatic effect, sukuna watches the way her fist clench around her crossed arms, âaccused of predatory loan practices, forging signaturesâ some serious shit here.â
neither sukuna or toji fully understood all these law terms, but how shiu put it, she was stealing money from her old job at a small loan office she worked for a year after getting out of prison. it doesnât take a genius to know that these lawsuits were filed by clients who are claiming she rerouted a few repayments into another account.
âthen yaâ disappear for three years,â toji laughs humorously. he scratches his stubble, sharp eyes narrowing down at the woman. sukuna licks his teeth, glaring harshly beside his coach. âIâll spell it out for yâagain.â toji inhales sharply, expression settling. âthreaten us again and Iâm bringing this shit up. so disappear. nothing new to you anyways.â
the sun beats down on the two men, shadow casted over their eyes. anyone else would be shivering and sweating profusely. however, this woman only bites her tongue for the moment, eyes darting away before taking a step back into her house. âget off my property.â
the door slams in their faces.
toji sighs, shoulders rolling back as he turns to sukuna, hand clapping his back leading them back to the car.
âgood shit,â toji smiles, but sukuna notices the waver in his emerald eyes, a mirror of his own anxieties. they both knew this was just the beginning.
âwe should just kill her,â sukuna grumbles, hand wrapping around the car handle.
toji snorts, opening the drivers side, âdonât tempt me, yet.â
â
itâs moments like these where you feel like a complete and utter fucking idiot, and not in the joking way.
itâs a humbling feeling.
less than three hours ago sukuna shot you a text asking where you were, and in a hour after telling him, heâs plopped himself beside you and across from shoko at the library. mind you this is after not seeing him the whole weekend and instead studying nonstop for the past three days. so when heâs asking to join you and shoko monday night, youâre too exhausted to say anything other than sure.
now heâs got his laptop, notes, and ipad out, hunched over and studying away. you were surprised when he came into view, eyes bloodshot, hair disheveled, and crinkled clothes heâd grabbed from his floor, most likely. he looked a tired mess.
and yet, here he was, full attention towards his chem and biostats notes. multitasking, and jotting down more notes, headphones on.
you swallow thickly, eyes occasionally glancing over to look. you were reviewing lectures with shoko, who was in your same lecture, but different lab. youâd assumed sukuna would join in, however, he seemed to hit a flow state. it was unbelievably impressive seeing him work, a slight twist in your gut that had you biting your cheek and focusing your attention on the lecture and shoko.
but, it only lasted a few hours, until sukuna seemed to catch up, and finally turns his attention towards you.
you could feel him leaning over, watching you jot down a practice question from the lecture. you try to stay focused, pen tapping your screen, thinking about the problem. but now sukuna has his left arm around the back of your chair, leaning even closer and pointing at the question with his right index finger.
shoko glances up when sukuna starts talking. rewording the question and simplifying it for better understanding. her eyes shift over to you biting your cheek and nodding. her brows lift in understanding, immediately jumping in.
you knew for a fact sukuna was smarter than you. he understood things in lab and lecture pretty quickly after reading it a few times. but it seemed like no amount of studying could make you catch up to him. you hate comparing yourself, especially because you and shoko were definitely on the same level, though shoko had more passion for it. but it was still humbling when sukuna took over the study session and you both followed along, willingly.
but what made you really feel like an idiot, was after exhausting hours at the library, and then more hours when sukuna joined you both. when the time came closer to ten at night, and shoko was dying and decided to take a smoke break outside. your eyes began to drift away from your notes and to the man beside you.
heat slowly pooled between your legs. cheeks stinging, and heart racing, because here he is, trying to catch up on a weeks worth of missed classes and labs, and the only thing on your mind is how big his hands are and how you can feel his body heat beside you.
what made matters worse, was he made no effort to address what happened after practice. you were grateful for that part, completely believing it was out of line for you to go after him. however, it didnât make the tension disappear either way. instead, leaving you again in some limbo wondering how angry or calm he is with you right now.
âyou stuck?â his words cut through your thoughts.
blinking up, your eyes meet before heâs leaning closer to look at your screen. your cheeks heat, his cologne hitting your nose as he scratches his cheek reading over your question again.
âyouâre doing it right,â he mutters, checking it again and then glancing up at you.
itâs possible he doesnât know. very possible he canât see the heat swimming in your eyes, or know that your legs are crossed under the table for relief instead of comfortability. canât understand how youâre drained and the only thing on your mind now is how unbelievably attractive he looks beside you.
âhey.â his voice cuts again, head tilting to meet your distant eyes.
he doesnât know.
you swallow thickly, averting your gaze to the table only to lock eyes with his big hands, veins stretching up to his forearms. you canât catch a break. thereâs definitely something very wrong with youâ
your name leaves his lips, his hand pressing into your cheek, fingers turning your face to meet his eyes. you blink again, face on fire.
âhow are you?â you blurt, swallowing the lump stuck in your throat.
his brow quirks, eyes narrowing. âfine.â he squishes your cheek, amusing himself until your soft fingers wrap around his wrist pulling it away.
âIâm gonna use the bathroom real quick,â you push your chair back before he can stop you, disappearing in seconds.
you press a wet paper towel along your nape, you avoid looking at the mirror, already knowing how flustered you are.
just a few more lectures to go and you can possibly make it out of here alive.
buzz
you flinch in surprise, quickly pulling your phone from your pocketâ
your heart drops. the color draining from your face as your chest tightens.
you should pick upâŠyou have tooâŠyour hand freezes, thumb hovering over the accept button, watching it ring out. your lockscreen staring back at youâŠuntilâ
buzz.
fuck meâŠ
âhey dad,â your teeth sinks into your cheek, leaning against the bathroom counter, arms crossed as your dadâs voice fills your ear.
âwanted to check in on you. your mom was telling me youâve been staying up every night studying.â
âyeah,â you nibble on your cheek letting him continue.
your dad sighs over the receiver. âremember to pace yourself, honey. I donât want you crashing. you need to have a good schedule and stick to it so youâre not pulling all nighters, especially during exam week. and make sure youâre not going out on finals weekââ
âI wonât. I never do.â
âI know, Iâm just saying. donât be distracted, of course, take breaks, but if you have a good schedule then itâll all be fine and benefit you in the end.â
âyeah, I know.â
âI know I know, Iâm just telling you,â he laughs lightly, even though your throat is constricting. âyour classes arenât too bad this semester? youâre doing bio-stats, right?â
ânoâŠIâm taking that next semesterââ
âreally? you didnât take it this semester?â you can hear it, clear as day, his tone⊠you bite your tongue, swallowing the lump in your throat as you compose yourself.
âyeah Iâm taking it next semester, âcause I didnât finish all the pre-reqs for it,â you mutter, licking your lips.
your dad is quiet for a bit, letting the information sink in. âi thought youâd told me you wereâŠyouâre still taking the mcats this summer?â
two girls step into the bathroom, stalls slamming close behind them. the faucet behind you dripping.
you hear your dad call your name again. and again. âi told mom,â you mutter, nail picking at your jeans.
âwhatâd you tell her?â your silence doesnât sit with your father, your name coming out more sternly. none of this was helping your headache from hours of studying. your fingers press into your side.
âIâd fail if i took them now, i need more time to study so Iâm gonna take them next summer,â you finally confess. the truth shouldâve been obvious to your father, you were getting average to good grades. nothing extremely amazing. the silence on the other line was expected, but your body reacts the same way. your stomach sinking to your ass, cheeks flushing with embarrassment and disappointment. âdad?â
âyeah?â
shoko was taking hers early fall, and a few of your friends are also taking it next summer. but your dad is assuming you can excel above and beyond everyone around you, just like him.
âare you mad?â you ask, pinching your forearm mindlessly.
he sighs against the receiver, âi just expect more. you know that.â you swallow thickly, itching your cheek. âso whatâre you doing in the summer?â
âIâll figure it out,â you push off the counter, the conversation no longer appealing in any way.
âyou have two weeks left, barelyââ
âI have to go study. Iâll talk to you later, dad,â you swing the door open, âbye.â
fuck! your chest felt unbelievably tight, your thumb presses roughly against your heart, rubbing the tight muscle, vision blurry as you drag yourself to the wall across the bathroom. you donât think anything of it, pressing your forehead against the cold concrete wall. eyes screwed shut, continuing the harsh rubbing of your chest. deep breaths.
âhey.â
your lashes flutter, turning your head, still pressed against the wall, catching a familiar pair of eyes. you lightly push off the wall.
âbanging yâr head against the wall again?â the shitty tease elected a light laugh from you. his legs easily carrying himself to you, energy drink from the vending machine in hand. even though he looks just as exhausted as you, if not more, he still manages to exude an energy that pulls you in.
and by energy, youâre definitely talking about how unapologetically attractive this man is. even in his black sweats and a baggy tee, now standing in front of you, you couldnât control the heat that crawled up your neck.
his free hand comes up to hold your cheek, while the other pressed the cold can against your neck. a drawn sigh leaves your lips. eyes closing and tipping your head back. sukuna smiles. âfeels good?â
you hum, lips parting again with a softer sigh. âyeah, feels good.â
his thumb gently caresses the skin of your cheek watching you bask in the cold. it was a quiet moment. one where the headache from your dad slowly sank deeper into the mush of your brain, unbothered by the potential argument that will happen either on the phone or in person.
âwere you in the bathroom the whole time?â he breaks the silence, eyes watching every minute twitch of your face. the way your tongue wets your bottom lip, how you slowly inhale from your nose, holding it in for a second, before releasing it.
heâd been struggling to stay focused. it was easy throwing himself into all his missed work, but when youâd disappeared for fifteen minutes he began to realize how slowly time was moving. glancing around, shoko still wasnât back from her smoke break.
the whole reason he came here to study was to be around people who will study too. not like his friends whoâll study for less than an hour then start goofing off.
but the other reason, which he would never admit to himself or out loud, is that thereâs a type of calm that settles inside his chest when heâs around you lately. one that lets him focus even for just a few hours, which is more than he can ask for. and heâd let himself take the occasional break which meant glancing at you and watching you work.
it was motivating seeing someone work just as hard as him, if not more. you were so focused, it made him feel bad for checking you out, and watching the way you tap your pen on your bottom lip in thought.
âi was on the phone,â your hand replaces his on the can, moving it underneath your chin, sighing loudly. your lashes blink up at him, watching the way his thick brows push together for a second.
his thumb moves to your forehead, tapping it harshly. âso what was the banging all about?â
you tsk in amusement, âI wasnât banging anything. i was leaning, and I was deep in thought.â
he snorts, hand falling on your head, tipping your head back so youâre looking up at him. it was both annoying and attractive how much bigger this man is compared to you. he could probably crush your skull if he put more pressure, and still you find yourself flushing at the thought, staring up at him with wide beady eyes waiting, anticipating his next move.
âstressed âcuz of exams next week, or because itâs the last week of classesââ
âor both,â you interrupt. sukuna smiles, sharp canines peaking as he leans closer, eyes drifting down to your glossy lips. your stomach flips, heart thumping louder as your own gaze falls to his lips again.
âor both,â he repeats, warm breath fanning against you, hovering so close. his red irisâs flick up, meeting yours. âIâm stressed too,â he admits with a wicked smirk.
your chest warms up, hot pool settling deep in your tummy. âbecause of the things you listed, or something else?â
he smiles, âboth.â
your lips part, but he cuts you off, hot lips connecting with yours.
it was instinctual kissing sukuna, your body taking over the moment his lips touched yours. his tongue peaks, swiping along your bottom lip, humming in delight when you part them open for him, tongue meeting his.
your hand still cradles his cold energy drink to your chest, while the other held the front of his shirt, moaning softly as he pushed his tongue inside your mouth, warmth spreading downs your neck.
his kisses always felt so sure, like he knew exactly what he was doing. his hand easily cradled the back of your neck, angling you how he wanted, tongue pressing and licking yours, unbothered by the students exiting the bathroom and looking away in disgust or annoyance.
he pulls away to catch his breath, panting against your puffy lips. âwanna keep going?â his chest is heaving under your grip, ears flushed, and eyes lidded, and he doesnât have to wait long for your reply.
âhere,â is all you say before tugging the man around the corner. the hours were late so only students would be in the building studying, and security. but the student workersâŠyou press the pin pad putting the five numbers in, while sukuna feels you up from behind, hands sneaking under your shirt, mouthing at your neck.
after a second try, the door unlocks, letting you stumble inside the small storage office â three desks sit cramped in the room while old archives lined the walls. the six foot four man trails right behind you.
âhowâd you know the code?â he pants, fingers already unbuttoning your jeans, hooking his thumbs into the waistband and pushing your pants and panties down, kneeling in front of you slipping your shoes off.
âmy friend works here, and I visit her a few times when I study,â your lips part, back pressed against the walls letting him hook your leg over his shoulder, big palms grabbing fist fulls of your ass, sucking dark bruises up your inner thigh. he was moving so quick you were practically getting whiplash. âwait ryo, itâs been a long day, you donât have tooââ your fingers easily find his hair ready to push him away, but it only tips his head back, lust filled eyes meeting yours, cocky grin spreading across his face.
âi donât really care,â he wets his bottom lip, âmakes it better.â
âwhaâaah!â you cover your mouth with the back of your hand â his lips latching onto your pretty clit sucking harshly. a guttural groan escapes the man, hand coming to push your leg further up, your heel digs into his shoulder as he spreads your slick lips apart, pupils blowing black at the sight. the small light from one of the desks illuminating the arousal that coats your warm cunt.
âfuck,â he gives your clit a sloppy kiss, spitting, âso pretty.â he grumbles again, making quick work, making out with your cunt, tongue swiping through your folds, lapping every crevice before tonguing your gummy hole. your chest pushes up, tugging his roots to ground yourself.
âmmm feels good, ryo,â you gasp once you feel him push two fingers in, pumping them deeper inside you, stretching you out. his tongue circles your clit, jaw dropping to lap at your slick trickling down his fingers.
the vigorous obscene pump of his skilled fingers, curling deep inside you has you choking back an embarrassing moan, ignoring the fact that the man was taking occasional sniffs, groaning each time. itâs whatever when heâs making you tremble, clenching around his fingers as you come undone.
your legs are weak once he stands back up, sucking his fingers clean of your arousal, and easily picking you up with one arm, your legs wrap around his waist. âwe couldâve just fucked in the handicap bathroom,â he says, dropping you on the desk, leaning over and grabbing your jaw. âthatâs why itâs there.â
you grimace, tilting your chin up so your lips brush his, tongue peaking to swipe his bottom lip tasting yourself. âitâs dirty and smells disgusting.â
he snorts, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, groaning lowly as he pulls a condom from his wallet and pushes his sweats and boxers low enough to pull his heavy cock out. palm wrapping around his hot member, wetting his tip through your folds.
âgotta be quick then,â he mutters, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, before your tongues melt against one another again, condom rolling on and your breath catching once he sinks his chubby length inside you. âmmngh, nice ând tight,â his long drawn moan sends shivers down your spine.
ây-yeah anh,â you gasp, your arm is propped behind you, the other holding his bicep as your back arches up, eyes fluttering.
sukuna doesnât waste much time before slamming his mind-numbing size deep into your squelching cunt. his thick veins drag along your walls, turning your brain to mush with each thrust.
your tongue pokes out, eyes fluttering as you bask in his warmth and pleasure. his teeth sink into your neck, suckling on the hot skin, leaving a dark mark.
heâs perfect. itâs the only thought in your mind. his warmth, his groans, his cock. all of it had you forgetting everything and solely focusing on him.
the lewd claps of his hips meeting yours could definitely be heard if someone passed too closely to the door. along with your hiccuping moans, eyes watering the more you had to hold yourself back, especially when he starts thumbing your puffy clit, vision blurring. âryoâmâ close mclosemclosemcloseââ your adorable chanting had him chuckling darkly, tongue lapping the drool from your chin.
his hands hook under your knees spreading your legs further apart pulling you forward. âryo!â you whisper shout, falling back on your elbows, as he slams his entire two hundred pound weight behind each thrust, your back hits the desk before arching up, feeling his engorged tip kiss your sweet spot.
âdirty little slut, like getting fucked in the library?â his raspy tone had your skin burning. a devilish smirk pulling at his lips as he watched your tummy bulge from his cock, your shirt had ridden up from his thrusts. âfuckââ a deep growl escapes his throat, eyeing your slick pussy swallowing him.
âmâ gonna cu-um haah,â your eyes water, forearm covering your mouth as you bite down on the flesh, especially when sukuna decides to pick up the pace, brutal and sharp, the desk squeaking under your weights, the small storage office filled with the lewd sounds of sensual, rough sex.
and sukuna had long forgotten about your pleasure as he began to feel the comings of his own release. his hips grew sloppy, chasing his high like an animal, low raspy groans reverberating through his chest as he held you from squirming away as you creamed around his length.
ângh ah,â you whine against your arm, other hand shooting out to push his pelvis, cheeks aflame as his hips donât seize. he had tunnel vision, eyes only fixated on where you both connect, pupils blown as he fucks his girthy cock faster inside you, ignoring your strangled whines pitching higher. he easily manhandles you closer to the edge of the desk, sinking deeper, if that was even possible.
tears break, your eyes roll back as you arch off the surface again seeing stars.
âshiit,â sukuna gives one finally slam before heâs catching himself on the desk, emptying his thick warm load into the condom. his breathing is uneven, balancing himself on the desk, holding your thigh as he milks every drop. âjusâ like that,â he sighs, chest heaving.
his head dips to your chest, panting heavily, hands finding your bare waist grounding himself back to reality.
your own mushy mind slowly begins to settle back down, hands finding his shoulders.
âhow long has it been?â you mumble, still catching your breath.
âdunno, left my phone on the table,â he pushes off the desk, hand holding your thigh as he slowly pulls out. you whimper at the drag, biting your cheek as you watch him tie the full condom, glancing around before tossing it in the trash.
you glance at your pants still by the door, mind wandering off. this last week of classes and next weeks finals are detrimental to your future. your schedule has to be more strict, that also means timing your thirty minute breaks, and if you have sex in those thirty minutes, then thatâs on you. then thereâs the summerâŠyouâll have to figure something out after finals because there was absolutely zero time to think about it now.
or how your dad would feel about your decision.
âyou have adhd or some shit?â sukuna interrupts, large hand rocking your head as you blink up.
âadhd?â you repeat, not even registering what heâd said. sukuna sighs, handing you your clothes, already having fixed himself when you were zoned out. he helps you off the table, grabbing a couple tissues from another desk and wiping your inner thighs. âthanks,â you hum appreciatively.
you take the tissues and continue cleaning yourself as much as you can before tossing it in the trash, pulling your panties back on.
âdo we look like we just had a quickie?â you ask fixing your hair, before reaching for your pants.
sukuna shrugs, eyeing your glowy expression and the hickey peaking out of your collar, âa quickie wouldâa been fuckinâ you from behind in the bathroom, but I ate yâout and had ya spread open for me, so it looks like that.â
your eyes narrow, smacking his chest lightly. âshut up.â he snorts, watching as you tug your jeans up. a chest rumbling yawn manages to slip out of his mouth, making your eyes flick up briefly, glancing over his features.
you hadnât spoken to him since a few days ago, and he seemed focused once he joined you and shoko today. clearly set on finishing all his missing work and catching up on his studying. so you didnât want to be the idiot to interrupt him, but nowâŠ
âhowâre you feeling about your classes?â is what you come up with.
sukuna rubs the corner of his eye, shrugging, âfine. emailed my professors for extensions, but I still needa study for finals or Iâm fucked.â
you hum, nodding your head in agreement, the awkwardness slowly seeping into the conversation. at least thatâs how you feel, especially when his eyes narrow as if he can read your thoughts. âhowâre you doing?â
you blink up in surprise, lips parting before closing again, moving to grab your shoes. âIâm fine tooâŠI really needa do well on the finals though,â you sigh in annoyance. sukuna watches you tuck a strand behind your ear as you lean down to slip your shoes on. his chest twists in that unfamiliar way again wondering why you looked so solemn earlier. âhow long are you gonna stay tonight?â
he scratches his chest, other hand coming up to lazily hold your bicep so you donât loose your balance. âneeda head back by eleven for some meeting,â he grumbles in annoyance.
you stand up straight after putting your shoes on, âimportant business?â you tease, clearly not taking anything the fraternity does seriously.
âvery important. gojo needs to explain how heâs planning on fixing things with the sorority he pissed off,â sukuna joins your sarcasm, irritation itching at his skin at the thought.
your brow quirks at the mention of a sorority. you werenât as informed on greek life, but you knew from your friends that a couple fraternities have what they call âsister sororitiesâ. mainly linking up to pregame before a party, or throwing joint events to raise funds with each other. but this past semester it seemed like sukunaâs fraternity didnât have a close sorority. at least thatâs from what youâve seen.
âhe has beef with a sorority?â you voice, hesitant to ask for any details based on what youâve heard in the past.
he hums leaning against the desk, crossing his toned arms over his chest. âjust a bunch of bullshit he started before spring break and now he needs to fix, since less girls have been cominâ to our parties and events,â he presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose.
youâre still slightly confused, so you ignorantly mutter, âshouldnât you focus on studying rather then all that?â unaware that it struck a nerve.
âyeah, no shit,â he snaps. his rough digits press into his eyes rubbing the headache away. âclearly thereâs a bunch of shit goinâ on that keeps messing up,â he explains in frustration, inhaling sharply to calm his thundering heart. âplus Iâm the vp, so I have responsibilities.â
âof a fraternity,â you mutter lowly, clearly not impressed by anything that happens within that frat. his eyes meet yours, pupils sharp and lidded with cold intimidation.
his next words come out unnervingly leveled, sending chills down your spine. âdo you have problem with me being in a frat?â
âno,â the answer came out easy.
you donât have a problem with it, youâre not dating him, itâs just a deal you have and you knew exactly what you signed up for. however, that doesnât mean something inside you keeps pressing against your chest, forcing you to question how much this man can handle. so when your next words happen to slip out, you donât catch the way his eyes widen.
âit just seemsâŠlike a lot on your plate, is all.â
the man goes still.
his stomach churns, heat slowly crawls up his neck. he subtly covers his stunned expression with a hand rubbing down his face, a shaky exhale leaving his chest.
âwell Iâm fine,â he grumbles, replacing this unexplainable feeling stirring inside him with a familiar one: annoyance. âworry about yourself, yâ donât know shit about whatâs on my plate.â his hand drops, catching the way you roll your eyes at his cold response. âplus I wasnât the one banging my head against the wall.â
your cheeks flush, head whipping around especially when he cracks a stupid smile, laughing when your hand raises smacking his shoulder, âI wasnât banging my head!â
it was the unserious nature of your relationship that really felt like an emotional rollercoaster. especially when heâs cracking a boisterous laugh, catching your wrist and shoving you back lightly, wince it doesnât take much strength for him to stop you. youâre fuming with a mix of emotions, the biggest one being how fucking annoying this man is, and the second is the flustered swarm breaking inside you.
after another eye roll and another shared laugh, yours being a very sarcastic one. you finally stumble back to your table, avoiding shokoâs eyes as she looks you both over once you sit across from her with a permanent post-sex glow on your face, and sukunaâs air of confidence as he settles beside you.
luckily for you though, you were satisfied for the rest of the night. even when sukuna had to bid you both farewell a few minutes later. you continued on with shoko, the phone call with your dad no longer at the forefront of your mind. instead it was your studies, and sukuna.
as for said man. he wishes your thirty minutes in heaven was the only thing on his mind. however, after arriving to a chaotic house full of college boys yelling at each other, and a not so inviting hole in the kitchen wall, sukunaâs pounding headache seemed to return.
âenough shouting!â
the loud command had the room going silent in seconds. along with gojo who is unbelievably wound up, and geto swearing under his breath with his laptop open.
it was yesterday when things in the frat began to fall apart. after leaving his step-mothers place friday, toji and sukuna stopped at his gramps and told him everything that had happened. they also mentioned how sheâd leave them be for a couple weeks, but will probably come back with some shit by the start of summer.
his gramps wasnât impressed, toji was able to reason with him, telling him heâll take care of it, but it only served to piss sukuna off instead. and he didnât shy away from voicing it once they stepped outside, front door slamming behind him.
âi donât need you cleaninâ up my families mess, itâs my fucking problem,â he growls, jaw tight and veins straining.
toji gives him an unimpressed glare, lighting his cigarette and taking a sharp inhale, holding the nicotine in, and letting it simmer in his lungs. his thumb presses into the crease between his brows as he exhales. âitâs not just your problem.â
âwell I donât need ya fucking acting like itâs just yâr shit to handleââ
toji takes another aggressive puff, chest heaving as he racks a hand through his unruly hair. sukuna hadnât fully realized how toji feels after what kaori had said, but it didnât stop the arrogant prideful part of him from hating how toji has to clean up his messes even years later.
âIâm not seventeen anymore,â sukuna grits.
toji cracks his neck, loosening his muscles, âthen donât act like it.â
and he doesnât give him chance, turning back to the house.
âIâll take it as Iâm not driving you back?â toji calls, but sukuna slams the door ending any further conversation.
he quietly curses when the rest of the day was filled with answering his gramps questions until he finally left for another shift at the shop, but worse was having choso ignore him once he came home from school.
it wasnât a good feeling sitting in the living room, laptop out catching up on missing essays, and hearing the front door open. his eyes flick up, catching his younger brother walk in, earphones in, hair falling over his eyes.
the teen briefly catches the movement in the corner of his eye, glancing over to see his older brother lounged back, freshly showered wearing one of his old shirts and shorts.
they hadnât spoken since choso brushed him off to go with his friends yesterday. even if sukuna had texted him telling him not to worry about anything. he was left on read.
choso manages to live up to the moody teen stereotype, deadpan glare cutting through his elder brother, before heâs turning to his room, door locking behind him.
âgonna ignore me all weekend?â sukuna barks, back hitting the couch.
that was an affirmative. luckily his youngest brother was excited to see him. yuujiâs face immediately lights up when he steps into the house an hour after choso. his bag hits the ground as he runs across the room throwing himself onto sukuna, knee accidentally digging into his rib, making the man buckle over in pain.
âseriously yuu,â sukuna grabs the kid, tossing him beside him.
âi didnât know you were coming this weekend!â yuuji jumps back up.
sukuna rubs his rib, âyeah, i was in the area so Iâm gonna stay till sunday morninâ probably.â
yuuji is just nodding along as he rummages through his backpack, âperfect. yeah, so can you sign this then?â sukunaâs brow crease once he sees the paper that his youngest brother pulls out of his bag. âd-donât tell gramps.â
yuuji watches nervously as sukunaâs jaw locks, taking the paper from yuujiâs hand to see the 45/100 on his math quiz. âyouâre kidding.â
yuuji bites his cheek, sitting back on the coffee table arms crossed and hand covering his mouth anxiously. âcmon man, like i tried.â
âyou got four answers right??â sukuna flips to the back to see all the wrong answers his brother received.
âeveryone failed this quiz, the teacher made it super hard!â yuuji whines, sukunaâs eyes flick up to his brother, cursing himself. âplease sign it. gramps is gonna get so mad and heâll ground me!â
the eldest rubs his eyes, glancing over the red xâs all over his brothers quiz. his eyes flick up to the hallway. âhowâs choso?â
yuujiâs brows knit in confusion, âwhat dâyou mean? his grades?â
sukuna nods.
yuuji scoffs dramatically, waving his hand in his face in annoyance, âcho is fine, you already know he got into the honors classes this year.â
âand heâs doing well?â sukuna knew choso had more academic intelligence than his youngest brother. but maybe it was the interaction they had yesterday that had sukuna worried. what if all this shit with kaori isnât only affecting him, but also choso? unlike sukuna, his brothers have another month and a half left of school, and for choso his grades matter more than yuujiâs.
âyeah, I guess, he never brings home any tests to sign, so thatâs good,â yuuji mumbles with envy. âbut sign mine, please please please, but donât tell gramps,â yuuji shoves a pen in his brothers hand, eyes big and pleading.
sukuna eventually sighs, leaning over the table to sign the quiz, handing it back to his brother. âis megumi doing well?â
âyeah, but heâs smart,â yuuji shoves the quiz back in his bag. âmy other friend nobara gets the same grades as me.â
âdoesnât make it better,â sukuna cuts sharply, shutting the middle schooler up. âIâm not gonna be here next time yâget a bad grade, and if yâget another bad grade, gramps wonât let you visit me then.â
âbro what?!â yuuji cries, face in his hands.
âyou gotta study, try doing it with megumi,â sukuna offers, watching the way yuuji seems to melt to the floor just at the mention of studying.
âI hate school.â
âit hates you too,â sukuna watches his brother huff and roll onto his back facing the ceiling, a frown permanently itched onto his little face.
however, yuujiâs failing math grade wasnât new given the situation, so sukuna felt slightly better as the rest of the weekend progressed. it mainly included running errands for his gramps with yuuji tagging along, finishing his essays so he can focus on his exams when he gets back, cleaning up his room, which yuuji took over after he moved out freshman year, and watching choso give him the cold shoulder.
all this to come back sunday night to the frat lawn covered in red paint, and written on the front of the house was PIG PEN.
âyou said you were going to fix this shit!â sukuna barks the second he steps into the house, just for gojo to be pulling out his hair. the whole situation started earlier this semester when they got back from winter break and gojo had made a spreadsheet one night ranking all the sororities on campus from most to least fun to work with.
however, a few of the other frats managed to join the doc, and decided to add other categories: attractiveness, crazy-scale, wife potential, ass/boobs/flat, and the worst category: easy/medium/difficult.
the boys ran with it, and eventually the doc was leaked to all the sororities a few weeks before midterms, and gojoâs name was the only visible one on the doc because heâd created it. this led to the biggest sorority on campus, kappa phi pearl, which happened to be the sorority they co-host the most events with, going absolutely berserk.
one thing about sororities is theyâll all have beef with one another, but when it comes to hating a fraternity, especially delta alpha stride, the number one athletic fraternity in the country filled with star athletes from different sports, theyâll band together like sisters. even if they werenât the only fraternity responsible.
whatâs worse is they were able to infect girls that arenât even apart of sororities! because who the hell would want to be caught at a fraternity party thatâs known to hate women?
however, it didnât stop the boys from sleeping around, they brought plenty of women back into their beds, it really only affected them during their charity campus events and parties. so the launch of their annual pool party once the weather got warmer, flopped.
gojo was a mess, and geto and a few of the juniors on the soccer team were still pissed at their captain, especially when he decided to ditch them the entire weekend.
sukuna took a deep breath, dropping his things by the stairs before standing in front of the room. âabout fridayâs match,â he starts, eyes moving over his teammates. âit was a bad day, and I took it out on you guys and the game, and I apologize,â he concludes with a slight bow of his head.
getoâs face turns into a scowl, rolling his eyes. âmust be fucking easy for you to come here apologize and expect us to forgive you,â he mutters in annoyance.
sukuna shoots him a glare, âwhat else dâya want me to do?â he snaps.
geto tsks, running a hand through his hair, ruining his bun, âwhatever man, I get you have a lotta shit going on and itâs not even the season, but itâs fucking annoying when you blow up an entire match up! coach set the whole thing up so we can improve our strategies and because you went psycho and got kicked off the field, it screwed the rest of us up!â
gojo rubs his cheek, glancing between his friends as sukuna gets more wound up. âso youâre pissed because ya canât win a fucking practice match without me on the field,â sukuna scoffs.
âgod, youâre such a dick,â geto huffs, standing up. âyou and this idiot,â he points to gojo, âare our forwards, our fucking plans and strategies revolve around you both, so if youâre not gonna take this seriously, then fuck off the team.â
the room is dead silent. a few of the other fraternity members that arenât apart of the soccer team manage to slip away, while the rest sat quietly, holding their breaths as they watch the tense confrontation.
sukunaâs jaw locks, glaring daggers at his friend. the air between the two men could be cut with a knife, even gojo was hesitant to interrupt, his brows pinched together, wondering how sukuna will make it up to them.
sukuna exhales, eyes shutting as he cracks his neck, âIâm taking this seriously.â
âthen prove it,â geto spits, âthe team wants a rematch, so figure it out with coach.â geto leaves after that, disappearing upstairs.
the rest of the boys silently watch their vice president/captain sit back on the arm chair, hands falling over his face as his mind racks through everything. eventually, his arms drop, red irises landing on the president. âyou wanna add anything?â
gojo shakes his head, âhe said it all,â he shrugs, but the mood shifts once he rubs his chest in that irritating way where he wants to say something horrible.
sukunaâs eyes narrow, âwhat?â
gojo sighs, pointing to the window, âabout the red paint.â
âfuck!â sukuna snaps, head falling back with a loud groan. gojo rubs his jaw in annoyance. âI canât deal with this shit. i have class in the morning, weâre talking about it tomorrow.â sukuna stands, fingers raking through his hair. âhave the pledges wash it off.â
it was like the universe was punishing him. he couldnât catch a break. it was one thing after the other. so when the next day came around, and gojo was blowing up the group chat about a mandatory meeting at night, sukuna couldnât contain his anger, even after heâd just fucked you so good in the library,
âso youâre saying I have to apologize?â gojo screeches, hands pulling his white hair.
geto is sat on couch, laptop open, âwell all of us will apologize, but you have to read this shit.â
âit wasnât even me who made all those categories! and their apology is fucking dehumanizing, I should just cut of my dick instead, I doubt that would even satisfy these vultures!â gojo is unbelievably twisted up about the apology the sorority wrote for him. they expect him to read it at the mixer the frat is hosting later this week as an apology to all the sororities on campus.
âitâs not that bad, and theyâll forget about it after. they just wanna embarrass us,â geto says, rubbing his jaw as he reads the apology again.
however, gojo is seething, head in his hands as he looks up, pointing at sukuna, âyou should be saying this fucking apology.â
sukuna scoffs, âIâm not the president.â
âthe only reason theyâve been shoving it to us all semester is because you fucking ghosted their president and fucking ranked her as easy and level one crazy,â gojo snaps.
sukuna rolls his eyes, fingers pressing into his temple, âdid I lie?â
gojo screams.
either way, the frat comes to a unanimous decision that gojo will read this humiliating apology at the mixer this weekend and hopefully itâll fix things with the sorority and female population on campus.
however, it didnât stop gojo from trying to figure out another solution, and advocating for his own innocence in the matter. but the boys just wanted it to be over.
including sukuna who was making up missed work and studying the entire week, along with talking to toji to figure out how to schedule a rematch with the other university before the start of summer.
all this, just for him to crash into you as youâre walking out of the library friday night.
âwait youâre leaving?â sukunaâs eyes widen. heâd just finished an unproductive study session at the frat, and remembered texting you earlier so heâd hoped to get some real work done studying with you here, but instead, he runs into you leaving!
âIâm heading home,â you cringe, âitâs almost twelve and I had my first exam this morning and last presentation,â you grumble, head falling back. âI canât listen to another lecture or Iâll actually kill myself.â
so inevitably sukuna decides to walk back home with you. âIâm not gonna study anymore,â you say, taking your shoes off as sukuna grumbles behind you, shutting your front door.
âsâ fine, I just canât study in the frat, theyâre all fucking annoying, and the library smells like ass,â sukuna drags his things to your couch, and by the time you exit the shower, the man has fully camped out in your tiny living room. laptop and notes scattered on your coffee table, his wide back resting against your couch as he sits on the floor, and his phone playing low music.
you stifle a yawn, dragging your feet to crawl onto the couch behind him, laying across the soft cushions. he makes no effort to turn around as he continues studying.
âyou donât haveta stay up,â he mumbles, jotting another problem.
you hum ignoring what he says and instead, admiring his deep concentration, your fingers gently tickle his nape, rubbing the tattoos the crawl up his collar. âwhy donât you study tomorrow?â
sukuna tsks, âbusy. and we have this fuckass mixer apology shit we haveta do.â
your fingers tickle his hair, scratching softly making his cock tingle, and stomach melt, âoh the sorority list utahime told me about.â almost every girl knew about what happened, but you also knew that it was just sukunaâs frat.
âyup,â sukunaâs chest warms as you continue to scratch his scalp, manicured fingers gently combing through his locks. âyou can come tomorrow, watch gojo say this shitty ass apology they wrote for him, but after itâll just be a casual hangout. hopefully.â
you yawn again, letting go of his hair to snuggle further into the couch, âIâll see if I can stop by when Iâm done studyingâŠ.probably need your dick before finals,â you joke.
but sukuna feels his chest heat up at your words, turning his head to eye you snuggled behind him. you look so warm, he drops his pen, leaning over the couch. your fingers softly cup his cheek, turning your head to face him, lashes fluttering, âthought you followed me here to fuck,â you admit.
âI was tempted,â he leans closer, hand rubbing your waist under your shirt, smiling when you hum at his warmth. âwe can have a quick round.â he kisses your lips, feeling your lips curve into a smile.
âbut a real quickie this time?â
he hums, hands coming up to pull his shirt over his head. your finger softly rubs your bottom lip as you watch the man pull a condom from his backpack, holding it between his teeth as he strips his jeans and boxers. soft fat cock hitting his thigh casually, your eyes gawk at the size like usual. you manage to lift your hips, helping him slide your shorts and panties off.
âyouâre pretty eager,â you smile, soft hand wrapping around his cock.
âIâm just very fucking pissed sâ all,â he kisses up your neck, pushing your shirt over your breasts to cupping the supple flesh, tugging at your nipple. your pussy easily lubricates his cock, allowing you to jerk him off quicker. your hands always felt a million times better than his own, his mouth parts against your cheek panting with each twist of your wrist, collecting more pre oozing from his slit and rubbing it back down his length.
after a few minutes, you take the condom that fell beside you, rolling it onto his fully hard pulsing cock.
âwanna put it inside fâr me?â his low voice rumbles straight to your pussy.
your cheeks sting, legs spreading wider, leaning up on your elbow, holding the middle of his cock and positioning his fat tip at your entrance. sukuna watches you carefully, the way your tongue wets your bottom lips, panting softly as you clench around nothing. you were so cute and hot, it was fucking with his head. âjuusâ like that,â he coos.
you whimper as he nudges his hips forward, pushing his engorged tip into your tight walls, âryo.â
âyeah yeah, itâs big,â his thumb finds your clit rubbing the sensitive nub until youâre loosening up, muscles relaxing so he can drive the rest of his chubby length inside you, stretching your tight walks.
âanhh,â your back arches off the couch, legs spreading as he hooks his arms underneath your knees, easily hoisting your hips under his thighs not wasting a single second before heâs thrusting up into a fast a brutal rhythm.
it couldâve been a multitude of factors that lead sukuna into kissing you so gently. maybe it was the way your eyes seemed more sunken than usual, or the fact that you smell heavenly after your shower, or it was the way you absentmindedly scratched his head earlier and had an unusual feeling blossoming deep in his stomach.
all of it couldâve combined with his stress and the fact that he hasnât touched or seen you since monday, so when his thrusts turn slower and deeper, you start whining even more, nails digging into his bicep and shoulder, back arching. âcan yâ feel me deep inside ya?â he husks against your lips.
your lashes flutter, feeling every slow drag of his hot cock against your walls. choking on your words when he shoves his chub back inside you.
ây-yeah,â you pant, moaning against his lips, breaths mixing as he presses his weight down, arms stabilizing beside your head and using all his strength to drive his hips into you. you gasp, eyes widening as you feel him so fucking deep. âr-right there, ryoâhaah!â
âyeah? thatâs where it feels good?â he groans, humming against your lips as you move your fingers between your bodies, rubbing quick circles around your clit, clamping around him. âshiit.â
your eyes roll back, face turning away, as you hit your orgasm, legs shaking around him as he quickly fucks himself into your gummy walls, pushing himself over the edge, deep growl rumbling through his chest as he stills inside you, blowing the condom.
âgood girl,â he sighs, sitting up and pushing your legs up, slipping out.
youâre slowly catching your breath underneath him, closing your legs as your arms fall over your eyes, his warm hands rub your thighs before feeling him move off the couch.
âitâs okay, i can clean myself,â you yawn, taking the warm towel he returned with. âfinish studying,â you smile.
âkay,â he slips his boxers back on, and settles back in his spot as you clean yourself and slide your panties and shorts back on, grabbing the blanket on the back of the couch.
luckily, the sex cleared the fog from his brain, immediately locking in now, the stress still lingering underneath, but at least the knots in his stomach have come undone.
he doesnât know how long he stays up, going through everything he was going to study for tomorrow as well, helping himself to your fridge and pantry to keep himself awake. all while you slept peacefully on the couch behind him. occasionally glancing at you when youâd stir turning over.
but eventually sometime around four or maybe even five, the man couldnât keep his eyes open any longer, and he found himself crashing on the ground.
it didnât matter where he slept, he couldnât bring himself to move away from you, and he wasnât going to force you to make space on the couch for him. so the floor was the second best place,
however, when the unbelievably loud alarm goes off only two hours later, youâre groaning into the cushion, turning over to see sukuna mimicking your exact movements on the floor.
âturn it off,â he grumbles, you look around, rubbing your face as you reach for his phone on the table, shutting it off. another loud yawn racks through you, glancing at the man laying on his stomach on the floor, arms tucked under the pillow.
you fall back on the couch, leaning over the side, âyou couldâve slept on my bed.â
âtoo tired to walk,â sukuna buries his face in the pillow, âwhat time is it?â
you glance at your clock, âseven,â you yawn, âwhy do you have an alarm so early?â
âpractice match,â sukuna pushes himself up, sitting on his knees as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.
your eyes widen, âhuh? whyâd you stay up if you have a match so early??â you shriek.
sukuna groans scratching his chest as he stands, âbecause Iâm busy all day, wonât have time to study.â
âyeah, but,â your eyes follow him with concern as he moves around your apartment.
âgonna shower, can ya text gojo on my phone and tell him to bring my shit so I can change on the field. passwords 0720,â sukuna chugs the rest of his opened celsius.
âyeah, okay,â you reach for his phone again, eyes flicking up to see him disappear into the bathroom. you easily open his messages, gojo already at the top as âgojođâ, along with âcoach shitheadâ, who you can only assume is coach toji, âstride bitchđ€đ€â a groupchat with the frat, another group chat with the soccer team, and then someone as âcrybabyâ. your brows furrow when you recognize the last text sent. is that you??
your cheeks flush, ignoring it and tapping gojoâs unopened messages and sending the text.
heâs definitely going to crash today, you think. he barely slept and now he has a whole practice match and some apology mixer tonight, and you doubt he wonât have something else pop up in the middle of the day before the mixer.
you set his phone back down, only for it to start buzzing with gojoâs caller ID popping up.
you bite your cheek, should you answer for him? he didnât tell you to do all that so you let it ring out. but gojo is persistent, calling again, and again, all you could imagine is sukuna throwing his phone across the room again. albeit it was someone else calling, but the anxiety crawls up your throat, reaching over and answering.
âhello?â
âwhere the fââ
âitâs actually me,â you interrupt him, only for gojo to pause before uttering your name. you yawn, leaning back into the couch, âyeah, hey. heâs in the shower right now and told me to send you that text.â
you hear your friend sigh, before it turns into another groan, âbut heâs awake?â
âyeah,â you hear the shower still running, âI think heâs almost done.â
gojo grumbles something incoherent before voicing another question that has you rolling your eyes in annoyance, âwere you guys fucking all night?â
âno, he was jusâ studying here. dick,â you tsk.
âwhy didnât he study here then?â you can hear him moving on the other line, possibly gathering sukunaâs things from his room.
âsaid he couldnât study with you guys, and the library smells like ass,â you repeat the manâs words from last night, not paying attention to the shower cutting behind you and sukuna stepping out.
gojo scoffs defensively, âand he wasnât distracted by your pussy?â
you roll your eyes again in a mix of annoyance and disgust, âIâm gonna fucking slap you next time I see you, satoru.â
âoh, sounds fun,â he laughs on the other line, âmake it nice and hard so kuna can be jealous,â you roll your eyes again, adamant now about slapping him next time you see him.
âfucking weirdo,â you grumble, toying with the blanket sliding off your lap.
âwhoâs fucking weird?â a deep voice has you turning, eyes tracking the tall burly man as water droplets slide down his toned body. heâs wearing the same boxers from last night on, as he dries his hair with the towel.
you shove the phone in his face, âsatoru,â you tsk, making sukuna glance between your eyes as he takes the phone which was on speaker.
âis that sukuna?â gojoâs obnoxious voice shouts.
âwhat?â sukuna puts the phone down as he grabs his jeans sliding them on. you watch him pull it over his casually big bulge making you flush slightly.
âwhat what? geto is pissed by the way! youââ
âIâm on my way there! why the fuck is he getting pissed?â sukuna snaps, grabbing his shirt that heâd thrown last night. you follow his movements, quietly watching from your spot on the couch.
gojo sighs, âhe doesnât think youâre serious about the team since you went to get your dick wet the night before the match and stayed the night too.â
âoh my bad, I forgot we have to be fucking celibate monks,â sukuna snaps, glancing at you briefly catching the adorable shrug you give him like you donât understand where getoâs frustrations are coming from either. cute.
âdid you get some sleep?â gojo asks, door slamming on the other line as sukuna shoves all his notes into his bag.
âyeah, so tell geto to fuck off my ass,â sukuna snaps, ending the call. you lean forward handing sukuna his chargers neatly wrapped, he hadnât even noticed youâd helped him clean his things.
âthanks,â he mutters, shoving it all in his bag before sliding his phone into his back pocket and kneeling on the couch grabbing your face. your breath catches in surprise as he crashes his lips onto yours. âfuck I wanna kill them,â he sighs, kissing your bottom lip, parting his mouth to slip his tongue against yours.
you whine softly, hand brushing his neck, humming as he leans you back on the cushion, towering over you as he deepens the kiss. âryo,â you sigh.
his chest twists, you were so good, the annoyance itching in the back of his mind boiling his veins. if only he didnât have to leave now, youâd take all his stress away, even if it was just for a few hours. he licks his lips, pulling away, âsorryâŠhaveta go now.â his thumb traces your bottom lip, eyeing the glossy shine before leaning to kiss it again. âwanna study with ya again. deadass the only fuckass time I can get shit done.â
and after stealing your breath away, and making a warm puddle collect between your legs, heâs leaving.
â
sukuna and you have completely different mornings.
while sukuna arrives on time for the practice match and is able to change in a heartbeat, heâs still getting shit from geto. ie, the passive aggressive comment he made when sukuna was changing, or the slide disagreement he had before they went onto the field. purposely pushing the captainâs buttons.
âjust cool off, heâs playing,â gojo hits sukuna on the shoulder before chasing after his best friend.
sukuna has to actively stand still, eyes shutting tight as he takes a deep breath before he blows up. eyes livid when he looks up to see geto glaring at him. prick.
either way, the rest of the team was on getoâs side, even if they werenât voicing it, sukuna knew he had to earn his teams trust back with this practice match or he can kiss his position, and possible future, goodbye.
while sukuna was sucking up his pride, you were heading to meet with a professor for a potential summer opportunity. one that you have to land, or youâll be stuck at home with your parents. it didnât help getting a text from your dad last night to fill out his hospitalâs clinic forms for the summer, the same ones youâre sending to shoko.
if your dad knew what you were doing nowâ
âyou good?â utahimeâs holding her iced latte and meeting you at the front of the cafe.
you take a sip from her drink, nodding, âlike all my professors suck, but I donât know, I feel like Iâm gonna throw up.â
âyou said your screenwriting professor likes you though?â utahime says, walking out of the cafe together.
âshe does,â you groan, hands falling on your face, âI donât know, I always think everyone hates me, itâs like imposter syndrome. plus Iâm not even a flipping film major.â
âitâs your minor,â utahime points quickly.
you sigh, âyeahâŠâ you trail off, anxiety clawing at your nerves as utahime walks you to the brunch spot your meeting your professor at. âI donât wanna sound desperate, but I am desperate.â
âwell she invited you, so just be yourself because obviously she likes you,â utahime holds your arm, âplus, just like hint at the internship she mentioned in class.â
you laugh nervously, âI hate this, I hate begging, what if she thinks Iâm a loser. ughhh I should be studying,â you mutter.
âshut up. this is just as important, and youâre not begging! she invited you! and even if you donât get it âyou willâ itâs still a really really good opportunity for you to get close with a professor that already likes you and hopefully it opens something better for you in the future!â utahime really has a gift for saying the most perfect things at the right moment. your confidence immediately sparks inside you as you hum, smiling just a little more once you arrive.
âpray for me,â you beg, hugging your friend tightly.
âobviously!â
utahimeâs right. your professor invited you for brunch, and you know how often she listens to your ideas in class and has complimented your scripts numerous times. you just have to go into this meeting with an open mind.
but you really need that internship.
â
gojo is already two shots in by the time the mixer is in full swing. practically all the sororities have come to see his apology, along with the fraternities that gojo and the rest of DAS know were more than responsible for this mess, but have decided to stay silent.
either way, gojo is already the scapegoat, and he sure as hell isnât going to let anyone forget it.
âIâm gonna fucking kill all of you for making me do this,â he hiccups, geto cringes as he snatches the third shot the president was about to throw back.
âwho was supposed to be watching him?â he huffs, glaring around to find the junior members he put in charge.
sukuna sighs, freshly dressed in a clean pair of denim jeans, band tee, and backwards baseball cap, he shoves past a few guys reaching his friends. thereâs a silent exchange between him and the raven haired man, before heâs glancing over the crowd, âare we saying this apology or what?â
âwe?!â gojo shrieks, lunging at the vice president, grabbing his shirt. âthereâs no we, itâs only me! Iâm the one humiliating myself with this fucking speech!â
sukuna tsks, grabbing at gojoâs strong arms and pushing him off, âsuck it up, people will forget this shit by the time summer is over.â
âheâs right,â geto adds, âand the apology isnât that bad, just say it quickly, then weâll have a fun time at this mixer and people will forget.â
âI hate this. I hate everything. I hate you guys,â gojo rambles, annoyance and embarrassment mixing with the alcohol as he starts getting emotional. however, geto manages to shove a water bottle in the manâs face, forcing him to chug the liquid.
as the two men sober up their president, a commotion erupts at the front of the house.
similar to some high school chic flick, the crowd splits, making way for the sorority, kappa phi pearl. neither men bat an eye as they help gojo walk outside, the main stage set for the apology. the pool was lit up, benches and couches already occupied by sorority and frat members.
âapology, then party and drinks,â geto pats his friends back.
âgive some fucking sweets, Iâm done with drinks,â gojo snaps aggressively. geto hums, eyeing the sorority president, the one that started this whole problem, yorozu.
sukuna helps gojo stand straight, patting the man on the back, both geto and sukuna shove him up onto the mini platform they have set up for the outdoor dj.
âah fuck me,â gojo grumbles, fingers pressing into his eyes, reluctantly accepting the mic from the dj.
the music lowers, the rest of the crowd in the house moving outside. yorozu stands directly across from gojo on the other side of the pool, arms crossed over her chest, and sharp gaze locked on the vice president, sukuna.
gojo clears his throat, pulling out the printed apology from his pocket. he looks out into the crowd, fuck everyone is here, he groans internally. the man has always drawn eyes to him, itâs not a foreign feeling being the center of attention. but in this instance, it was a goddamn curse.
âhey everyone,â he begins, clearing his throat again as he shoots sukuna and geto help me eyes, to which they both shoot him a thumbs up, along with the rest of their fraternity members, encouraging their brave president.
assholes!!!!! gojo screams internally.
fuck it.
âdear womenâŠ..I, satoru gojo, president of delta alpha stride, acknowledge that I am responsible for the creation and distribution of the extremely disrespectfulâŠ.juvenile, and frankly delusional ranking document,â gojoâs jaw locks, âmy actions objectified, belittled, and dehumanized the women of this campus.
I understand that behavior like mine is why the term âtoxic masculinityâ was invented.â this earns a few unwelcome laughs from the crowd, but gojo continues. âmy inability to view women as full human beings is a direct result of my ownâŠ. emotional incompetence and chronic insecurity.â more laughs echo through.
âI would also like to clarify that any categories involving âeasy/medium/difficult,â body rankings, or âwife potentialâ were based entirely on fictional standards I made up to compensate for being a catastrophically horrible excuse of man thatâs unfamiliar with the subjectâŠ.â gojo stops, muscles tensing, veins protruding from his arm and neck.
sukuna and geto both watch their friend helplessly, a mix of anger and frustration bubbling inside them as they hear the people that really made those categories laugh at gojo. the sororities know it wasnât just him, theyâve been defending themselves since the accusation blew up. but it wasnât enough to fix their reputation, especially when yorozu somehow manages to manipulate all the sororities on campus to band together.
sukuna keeps a cool expression, unaware of the sorority president eyeing him down, as he watches his friend.
gojo bites down, muscle ticking in his jaw as his neck cracks, a few women blush. âunfamiliar with the subject of pleasuring women due to my disappointing..,,and underwhelmingâŠsmall dick.â
boisterous laughs echo throughout the crowd, and gojo no longer feels any amount of embarrassment, instead his entire being is filled with unadulterated rage. he knows his worth far exceeds any insect thatâs in this house, and his confidence in his capabilities in the bedroom are beyond his own stories. they echo in the mouths of half the women here and on campus.
âI am committed to doing better and becoming a better human being, so that I will no longer embarrass the male population as a whole because of my cowardice and deplorableactionsâŠ.thanks.â
sukuna, geto and the rest of DAS clap and whistle for their president, while a majority of the crowd continue to laugh, a few have their phones out recording the entire thing. gojo desperately tries to contain his facial expressions, but Sukuna and geto can see his patience wearing thinner by the second. so before things can escalate, geto quickly jumps onto the platform, wrapping an arm around his friend and taking the mic.
âas you all can see, we are deeply sorry for our actions, even if thereâs still disagreements about who specifically wrote what, we do acknowledge that we created the document in the beginning, and we hope this will be a lesson for everyone,â he says, not so subtly eyeing other fraternities with his serpent like glare, making them look away in fear. âso letâs continue this night with some a better attitude and a new begââ
âwait.â
a few murmurs echo through the crowd. a couple girls roll their eyes as a few guys step away in annoyance to grab some drinks. however, a majority stay to watch as the president of kappa phi pearl step forward.
it wasnât a surprise that a majority of her sorority dressed like the chanelâs straight out of scream queens, same person different font. the pink outfits, a major eyesore to almost everyone at the parties, excluding all the men that wanted to sleep with them, but including all the women that hated them, but desperately try to mimic them.
geto has to stifle a groan, jaw tense as gojo rubs his face, so her and the crowd donât catch his eye roll.
she tilts her head, arms crossed under her chest, purposefully pushing her tits up, voice cutting through the room like a fork dragging across a plate.
âwith all due respect, president gojoâŠâ she waves a dismissive hand, âthis feels incomplete.â her eyes lock on sukuna. âitâs insincere that only the president is apologizing,â she says loudly, making sure everyone hears. âwe all know the vice president is supposed to stand with him. support him. take responsibility with him.â
she tilts her head, eyes sharp. âyou helped write that disgusting list too, isnât that right, sukuna?â
gojo is getting unbelievably wound up, his patience nearing its limits as yorozu drags on. âdonât you think you owe us something?â she smiles sweetly, the kind of smile that makes all three men want to rip her head off. âor do you think youâre above holding yourself accountable, because we all know the way you treat women.â
everyone outside is holding their breaths, whispering to each other.
âwell?â
sukuna could hear his blood pumping in his ear. the tension in his muscles twisting and knotting together. it was always one thing after the other. all he could think in this moment was what youâd said to him earlier this week. it just seems like a lot on your plateâŠyeah no kidding.
sukuna takes one slow sip of his drink, stepping up as the mic easily passes over to him, and he doesnât spare a single glance at the women as he looks at the crowd in disinterest.
âletâs get this straight,â he says, voice flat, bored, cutting through the room like a blade. âthe original list was ranking sororities from most fun to work with all the way down toâŠâ he pauses, still not looking at her, ââŠ.the most unbearable group of people on this campus.â
a few snickers break out.
âand guess who was dead fuckinâ last? kappa phi pearl. not because of looks. not because of drama. but because interacting with them is the biggest fucking migraine ever,â he rolls his shoulders back. âthe rest of the categories were fucked up, yeah. and for that weâre sorry.â
another beat.
âbut everything else? no.â
the crowd is dead silent for less than a second, but the moment sukuna passes the mic back, theyâre breaking into loud cheers and laughs. gojo is cackling, jumping off the platform to throw an arm around sukuna while the crowd swallows up any other words from the kpp president.
ânever fuck a sorority president again, I was so close to blowing up,â gojo grumbles.
the tension is still knotted in sukunaâs shoulder, âyeah.â
geto is able to salvage the mixed emotions by getting the dj back up, and opening up the pool for people, while sukuna grabs his friend sweets. opting to stick with his beer as the white haired idiot, gobbles up packs of fun dip.
though it was originally intended to be a small mixer, it seemed sukuna sparked a light in the crowd after his apathetic responses.
so while the the frat kicked into high gear, you and utahime are just stepping in, dodging a few annoying guys huddled by the door.
âI thought this was supposed to be a small thing?â utahime asks, arm looped around yours.
âthatâs what he said,â you lead the way further into the frat, avoiding more obnoxious men, before utahime stops in her tracks. âwhat?â
you turn your head, following her line of sight to spot her semester long crush, yuno. her eyes turn back to you, big and pleading as she hugs you tighter, the silent ask making you exhale, head falling back. âfine, go whatever,â you shoo teasingly.
âdonât be mad!â she coos, kissing your cheek dramatically as you shove her away, making her laugh loudly.
either way, it made you spot a certain idiot whoâs jumping up and down by the dj, and waving at you. maybe stopping here wasnât the best idea. your lips curled after being bumped by another dancing couple, your headache pounding as you continue to replay your meeting from this morning.
your throat felt dry as you try to swallow, thumb pressing into the middle of your forehead when another girl bumps into, apologizing before pushing through.
your name was being chanted by a certain president, elevating the state of distress your mind is at, so you only had one option.
âi didnât know youâd be coming!â he throws his arms open dramatically, just for your hand to come and slap the side of his head. it wasnât hard, it was more playful than anything, similar to the way geto slaps his head when he does something stupid.
âmake it nice and hard you said?â you repeat his words from this morning.
âlike on my ass,â gojo pouts, making you scoff and slap his head again, just for him to grab your wrist after laughing. âwhat canât give the olâ president a spanking.â
you tsk, rolling your eyes. âI thought this was supposed to be something small,â you say, looking over the crowd as gojo drops your wrist, throwing an arm around your shoulder instead.
âit is small, no oneâs puked in the pool, and no fights have started, yet,â he explains, making you nod your head sarcastically.
âyeah, sure. is shoko here?â
after arriving, gojo finally settles on the outdoor benches with you, shoko, nanami, and geto. nanami wasnât a member of any frat, heâd quit after his freshmen year after realizing he hates greek life. but his high school friends still tied him down, which is why he finds himself hanging around them too often than heâd like to admit.
âwait you guys saw the apology?â gojo shrieks, heâs gotten more sober since the start of the night after nanami came. the blonde unconsciously watching over his senior.
shoko snickers, âyeah a bunch of mutuals posted it on their stories. pretty sure i saw it from five different angles.â
âwho wrote the speech?â you ask, laughing along with your friends, ignoring the fact thatâs itâs almost been a full hour since youâve arrived and you havenât had a glimpse of the man thatâs supposed to be taking your stress away.
âpearlâs president,â gojo seethes.
âthe sorority?â you clarify.
geto hums, âwrote the speech and forced us to say itââ
âforced ME to say it!â gojo corrects.
you and shoko chuckle. âyeah, whatever. we didnât even do all that shit.â
âyou guys made the list first, so you do have some responsibility,â you say making the frat men roll their eyes.
shoko shakes her head, âyou guys are idiots, so you shouldâve known some other guys would twist a list like that up.â
âwell we didnât, thatâs why weâre here,â gojo huffs, slouching back with an big fat eye roll. you and shoko shrug in defeat. âat least weâre over it.â
geto nods sipping from his drink, âpretty sure sukuna made everyone agree with him after what heâd said.â
nanami snorts, finding what happened when heâd arrived, quite amusing.
âwhat happened?â shoko asks, not having seen the other video of sukuna.
âhe tore into the sorority. it was brutal, but sooo good,â gojo gushes, âyorozu started tearing up, and the veins on her big ass forehead looked like they were gonna pop!â
you cover your mouth, trying not to laugh, because everyoneâs heard of this girl. albeit, youâve never met her, youâve just heard different stories from different people, but it always came down to her being a snobby nepo baby, almost the girl version of gojo, but sheâs cruel and twisted.
âeveryone knows she was giving us a shit time and ruined our reputation because sukuna hates her,â gojo continues rambling. unaware how the more he reveals, the weirder your chest begins to feel. âdonât know if he slept with her twice over the summer and like once in the fall, but when he stopped, she went berserk. was spreading crazy rumors about him, i think she also said she was pregnant once and he went fucking insane when he found out she was lying. either way, he hates her guts and sheâs a fucking crazy psycho stalker thatâs obsessed with him and ruining our frat.â
shoko is the only one that notices how quiet youâve gotten, silently listening to everything gojo is saying, brows pinched in concern.
âthey havenât slept together since though?â shoko interrupts gojoâs gossip.
all three men laugh, âfuck no!â gojo cackles. âpretty sure sukuna would throw up if the girl even brushed his shoulder.â
shoko notices the way your lips part, a subtle sigh of relief escaping. âletâs grab more drinks,â she says.
âget me some sweets from the cabinet!â gojo calls.
the kitchen is loud, too many bodies crammed into one space, the air humid with spilled beer and hot bodies. shoko squeezes your wrist and pulls you toward the counter.
âhave you seen him since you came,â she asks, already rummaging through the half-melted ice bucket.
you reach for a cup, ânope, heâs probably sleeping somewhere. dude barely got any sleep last night.â you answer, not realizing how weirdly intimate that sounds.
shoko pours you both sodas, neither of you in the mood to drink when youâll probably be studying after this. âyou guys started this deal like two months ago right?â
you hum, taking a sip as you lean against the counter.
âthatâs long.â
âitâs convenient,â you say, pressing the cold cup to your cheek.
âi guess,â shoko scans your features, brows pinched in concern. âhowâd your meeting go?â
your heart skips a beat, âyeahâŠit wasââ
however, youâre cut off by the sudden noise from the living room, shrieks and laughter boom through the house as someone yells spin it again! it was the kind of chaotic cheering that only means one thing.
a game.
you and shoko try to ignore the commotion, but curiosity gets the best of you and you glance overâjust for a secondâ and your whole stomach drops.
the sorority president, the same one that gojo claims sukuna hates with every fiber of his being, has both her manicured hands fisted in sukunaâs shirt, and lips smashed against his in a deep, messy kiss while the entire circle hoots and screams.
and he isnât pulling her off. not immediately. not enough for it to mean anything.
but something cold slides down the center of your chest, sharp enough to make you freeze in place.
shoko follows your line of sight and mutters something under her breath, but it barely registers over the sudden, nauseating twist inside you. god this is so cringe, your immediate thought is.
but the way your stomach turns makes you hate yourself a little. it feels like someone wrung your insides out and left everything hollow.
you grip the edge of the counter until your fingers ache, your face remains neutral even as your pulse stutters painfully in your throat. that awful sinking feeling crawls up your ribs, disgust, and something too close to jealousy for comfort.
shoko nudges you gently.
âyou good?â
you force out a casual shrug, one that perfectly describes everything youâre feeling in the moment.
âyeah,â you snort over your cup, swallowing the tightness in your chest, before turning back to face shoko. âletâs go back outside, i can barely breathe in here.â
shoko bites back a comment about what youâd both seen, the disgust and anger bubbling inside her as she shoots sukuna a glare, not bothering to notice the way his hand finally comes up, pushing the girl off his mouth.
it doesnât matter.
it shouldnât matter.
your mind scrambles for reasons to justify your feelings, heart thumping erratically and chest warming with embarrassing, but you canât come up with a single reason.
you take a seat back on the benches, your friends still laughing as shoko glances at you, noticing utahime coming up to join you guys now. your throat feels tight as you rub your chest.
kissing other people wasnât a conditionâŠ.you just wouldnât do something like that.
i guess that canât be said about everyone.
a/n: I say this every time, but thank u guys for being so patient w me!! Iâve just been swamped w things, but hopefully next chp wonât take as long (I say that everytime too) â but Iâll try and release the holiday special part before the end of the year!!!
LOOK AT GHOST!TOJI OH MY GAWDDDDD DON'T PLAY WITH MEEEE!!!!! literally humping my pillow from how hot and scrumptious he looks. I'm literally speechless, my pussy is drooling.
baby's first kinktober! not sure what order these will be posted in/what specific dates - but they'll be posted during spooky month so bear with me pls âĄ
tags: um, consensual somno (if that wasn't obvious) LOL kento nanami x fem!reader, established relationship, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, creampie, nanami is just a sweetie pie here tbh, love my overworked husband mwah
w.c: 1.6k (streaming time 8min)
a/n: found these photos in pinterest i dunno who the artist is if you know, lmk so i can tag them!! :3 enjoy freaks
kento nanami, your husband, is already dressed in his crisp suit, tie knotted perfectly as always, ready to head out for another long, dragging day at work. the soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom. youâre still sprawled across the bed, tangled in the sheets, your breathing slow and steady, lost in a deep sleep. he leans down, his lips brushing your forehead in a gentle kiss, like he does every morning before he leaves.
âsleep well, my love,â he murmurs, his voice low and soft, barely audible.
he straightens up, adjusting his cufflinks, and heads for the bedroom door, his polished shoes clicking lightly on the hardwood floor. but something makes him pause, his hand lingering on the doorknob. he turns back, just one last glance at you, and his breath catches.
your tank top has ridden up in your sleep, barely clinging to your chest, one strap slipped off your shoulder, your perky tits half-exposed to the cool morning air. the sheets are twisted around your hips, leaving your thighs bare. his eyes drift lower, noticing the way your panties cling to you, a noticeable damp spot darkening the fabric. his jaw tightens. a wet dream, maybe. he steps closer, his movements slow, almost hesitant, like heâs warring with himself.
âgod, youâ youâre gonna be the death of me,â he mutters under his breath, his usually composed demeanor cracking just a little. he stands there, looming over the bed, watching the way your chest rises and falls, the way your lips part slightly as you let out a soft, dreamy sigh. he knows he should goâworkâs waiting, always demandingâbut youâre right there, looking so damn tempting without even trying.
âyou donât even know what youâre doing to me, do you, darling?â he says quietly, his voice a little rougher now, though heâs mostly talking to himself.
he sets his briefcase down by the door, already loosening his tie as he moves back toward the bed. he sits on the edge, careful not to jostle you too much, his fingers brushing lightly against your thigh. your skinâs warm, soft, and he canât help but linger, tracing slow circles that creep higher until heâs grazing the edge of those soaked panties.
âfuck,â he breathes, almost like a curse, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of you. he leans in, his lips grazing your inner thigh, featherlight, testing the waters. you donât stir, still lost in whatever dreamâs got you so worked up, he takes that as permission to keep going.
âjust a taste,â he tells himself, like heâs trying to justify it, but the way his hands are movingâsliding your panties down your legs with careful precisionâsays heâs already too far gone. he tosses the fabric aside, his fingers parting your thighs just enough to give him access.
âlook at you,â he murmurs like he's talking to your pussy.
his voice is low and reverent, careful not to wake you, like heâs admiring a work of art. his lips find you, soft and slow at first, tongue flicking out to taste the slick heat thatâs already got you dripping. you let out a tiny whimper in your sleep, your body shifting slightly. he freezes, glancing up to make sure youâre still out. you are, thank god, and he dives back in, his mouth working you with a kind of focused devotion thatâs pure nanamiâmethodical, thorough, like heâs savoring every second.
âso sweetâŠso perfect,â he groans against you, the vibration of his voice making your hips twitch unconsciously.
heâs got one hand braced on your thigh, keeping you open, while the other slips under your tank top, fingers finding your nipple and rolling it gently. you moan softly, still asleep, he feels himself getting harder, the strain against his slacks almost painful now.
he groans against you, his tongue circling your clit, slow and deliberate, like heâs trying to draw out every little sound you make. heâs always been so controlled, so disciplined, but with you like thisâvulnerable, needy, completely unawareâitâs unraveling him. he keeps going, licking and sucking at your clit with a kind of desperate precision, until he feels your thighs tremble under his hands, your body chasing that edge even in your dreams.
âk-kento?â your voice is sleepy, barely a whisper, as you start to stir, eyes fluttering but not quite opening.
he doesnât stop, not yet, his mouth still working you as he hums in acknowledgment, the sound sending a jolt through you.
âwhatâŠwhatâre you doing, baby?â you mumble, your words slurred, half-caught in that hazy space between sleep and waking. you shift, a hand reaching down to thread through his hair, and he groans low in his throat, the sound muffled against you.
âsorry angel, couldnât help it,â he says finally, pulling back just enough to meet your bleary gaze, his lips glistening with evidence of what heâs been up to. âyou wereâŠjustâ you were so wet. couldnât just leave you like that.â
you blink at him, still processing, your cheeks flushing as you realize whatâs happening.
âyouâre gonna be late for work,â you say, but itâs weak, more a reflex than an actual protest, because your hips are already arching toward him, chasing his mouth.
he chuckles, a rare sound, low and rough, as he kisses your thigh again, then drags his tongue back over you, making you gasp his name.
âwork can wait,â he says, his voice firm, like itâs a decision heâs already made. âyouâre more important.â
his hands slide up, pushing your tank top higher, exposing you completely, and he takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly while his fingers tease the other. youâre awake now, definitely awake, your breaths coming faster, your grip tightening in his hair.
âkento, please,â you whine, he knows what youâre asking for without needing to hear more. he shifts, undoing his belt with one hand, the sound of the buckle loud in the quiet room.
âshhh, darling. no need to beg, iâve got you,â he says, his voice softer now, almost tender, as he frees himself, his thick cock hard and heavy in his hand. he moves over you, careful not to crush you, his lips finding yours in a messy, open-mouthed kiss.
âyouâre so perfect, so prettyâŠmy perfect little wife,â he murmurs against your mouth, and then heâs pushing into you, slow and deep, filling you completely. you gasp, your legs wrapping around him instinctively. he groans, low and guttural, almost pornographic as he starts to move.
âgod, you feel so good, baby. could be inside of you forever,â he says, his voice strained, like heâs holding himself back from losing it completely. youâre still half-dazed, your body responding on instinct, hips rocking up to meet his thrusts.
âk-kento, oh my god,â you manage, your hands clutching at his shoulders, nails digging in as he picks up the pace, each thrust deeper, harder, like heâs chasing something he canât quite reach.
âyou were dreaming about this, werenât you?â he asks, his lips brushing your ear, his breath hot against your skin. âthatâs why you were so wet, hm? dreaming about me fucking you just like this?â
you nod, too overwhelmed to form words, your breaths coming in short, needy gasps as he drives his cock into you, the bed creaking under the force of it.
âyeah, thatâs what i thought, such a needy girlâalways thinking about your husbands cock, huh?â he says, a hint of smugness in his tone, but itâs undercut by the way his hands are gripping your hips, like heâs anchoring himself to you. heâs close, you can tell by the way his thrusts get sloppier, more desperate, and youâre right there with him, your body tightening around him, the pleasure building until itâs overwhelming.
âkento, iâmââ you start, but you donât get to finish before youâre cumming, your whole body shaking, clenching around him as he groans your name.
âfuckâ yeah, thatâs it,â he says, his voice rough, almost breaking, as he thrusts into you one last time, deep and hard, spilling inside you, coating your velvety walls with a low, guttural sound. he stays there for a moment, buried in you, his forehead pressed against yours, both of you breathing heavily.
âsorry, angel,â he says after a second, his voice quieter now, almost sheepish. âdidnât mean toâŠyou know, while you were sleeping.â
you laugh softly, your chest heaving, and reach up to cup his face, fingers brushing against the sharpness along his jaw. you pull him into a slow, lazy kiss, lips lingering like youâve got all the time in the world.
âdonât apologize,â you murmur against his mouth, a smile tugging at your lips. âiâve told you before, honeyâyou can have me anytime you want.â
he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes soft but intense, a quiet gratitude flickering in them. then, he rolls you both over so that you end up on top of him, pulling a squeal from your lips. you giggle, and he just shakes his head with a smile. peering up at you with those big, chocolately brown eyes.
âiâmâŠso damn lucky to have you,â he says, his voice low but rough with affection, like heâs still marveling at the fact that youâre his. his hands stay on your hips, fingers tracing lazy patterns against your skin, like heâs not ready to break the connection just yet. he leans in, kissing you again, deeper this time. you can feel the smile in it, the way heâs savoring you.
workâs definitely not getting him out of this bed anytime soon.
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