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you met him and gojo at a random emo night months ago, dancing in the front of the crowd shamelessly when the two introduced themselves to you and your friends.
you ended up outside taking hits off his dab pen, giggling as gojo made jokes with you. the two were most definitely staring you down then, fishnets covering your legs with black jean shorts that has your ass slipping out of the bottom.
even as you and gojo hit it off, you could feel his dark eyes on you. silently staring, heavy and hooded. he simpy adored your whole vibe.
and the platform boots you always seem to wear out, a different pair each time? it's one of his favorite things about you. such tall boots and you still can't even compare to his height.
you hang out with the two in their shared apartment often, the musky scent of cologne mixed with weed and patchouli. you love the nerdy aesthetic they have set up in there, preferring it to your own boring apartment.
stacks of collected vinyls stacked up on a bookshelf next to their dusty ps5, and a messy coffee table covered in rolling papers and old energy drink cans. as well as their bong, shaped like a gun and perfectly pristine thanks to suguru.
one day they introduced you to their friend shoko, and you and her clicked immediately. and you're back in that place today, curled up on the loveseat with her as you take rips from her bong she just bought the day before.
you're both laughing about some stupid thing gojo said, while suguru sits on the floor between your legs. he’s attempting at rolling a blunt for himself, but you can feel the way his shoulders tense every time your platform boot brushes against his back.
your mind is already hazy, half listening to gojo and half focused on the record playing on the player right now, one of the ones you'd bought for them. it's well past the middle of the night, and your munchies are hitting hard right about now.
lidded eyes gaze around the room, before looking to shoko who's leaning against your shoulder. "hey, are you hungry?" you ask her, watching the way she stops stuffing the bong full of more weed and her eyes meet with yours.
she nods slowly, before gojo speaks up. "hell yeah i am. wanna head to the corner store? we can get some snacks."
you shake your head, not trusting yourself to walk with how high you are. you feel like you're on cloud nine right now, but there's no way in hell you could do much. "i think i'm a bit too far gone. mind going alone?"
shoko softly removes herself from leaning against you, standing up and stretching with a yawn. "i'll go too. he won't know which snacks are our favorite." she smiles at you, her eyes reddened and sappy.
you nod at the two, noting suguru's lack of commenting. your eyes fall to his long black hair, a certain warmth bubbling up in your gut as you think of him. gojo loudly announcing their departure has a simple grunt of acknowledgement escape his lips.
once the door closes, the quiet buzz of the record player hits harder. you lean your head back against the cushion, the ceiling fan spinning in a slow, hypnotic blur. you think he’s fallen asleep, or maybe he’s just as lost in the clouds as you are.
but he moves.
his body presses between your thighs, turning around lazily in your direction. the blunt long forgotten, set down on the ground with the rolling tray. you gasp at the feeling of his calloused hands slide from your knees upward, stiffening when he glances up at you with those pretty eyes.
"finally quiet." is all he says, voice a low and gravelly tone that hits you in a way that has desire pooling within you. you watch the way his eyes devour you, forgetting about everything else in the room.
his fingers snap your fishnets against your skin, pulling at the flimsy strings while his gaze goes upwards towards the skirt you've got on, probably trying to get a view of the panties you're wearing.
you try to close your legs instinctively, forgetting that he's between them and noting the lack of effort he puts into stopping you. you can't help the way your mind wanders, immediately thinking of him in a different light.
you've been attracted to suguru for a long time, but only now, in the dim glow of the led lights strung up, are you really thinking of doing something about it. the air in the room feels thick enough to choke on, tasted with the lingering scent of shoko's bong and the deep, vibrating bass of the music.
he doesn't flinch when you try to close your legs; he simply leans his weight forward, his broad chest acting as a wedge that keeps you open and vulnerable. his hands don't stop their upward climb, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of your skirt, touching into the skin layered with the fishnets.
"don't hide now," he murmurs, his breath warm and smelling faintly of the weed you'd just shared. "you've spent the whole night making sure i couldn't look away. you know exactly what you're doing."
taller than you are even simply on his knees, he leans forward until your foreheads are touching. long, dark hair falls around you like a curtain, almost sealing you into each other's gazes.
he’s close enough now that you can see the faint redness in his eyes, so much held back emotion finally on the surface. he leans in, his lips hovering a mere breath away from yours, his large hand sliding from your knee to the soft skin of your inner thigh, his thumb grazing the edge of your panties beneath the fishnets.
his hand stops there, leaving the air thick with expectation. you gasp out despite nothing happening, the puff of air against his lips causing him to finally shut that gap between the two of you.
your lips meet in a lazy but rough closing, immediately turning into heavy making out as one of his hands slides over the skin of your waist, gripping into the skin with fervor.
your hands grip onto his soft hair, arms loosely wrapping around his neck as the tension between you finally snaps. but before it can get heavier, his fingers preparing to finally touch you where you need it most, he pulls back.
"c'mon." he whispers softly, standing up and leaving his hand extended outwards so you can get up too.
you grasp onto it, gasping and stumbling a little at the sudden lift. your head spins for a moment as you adjust, boots slapping into the floor as you follow the pull of his hand in the direction of his bedroom.
you flush at the realization, arousal burning away at you as he opens the door. you've never been in here, let alone see the room. his king bed isn't made, black sheets strewn about but absolutely cozy.
the only source of light is a candle burning away on the night stand, the flickering flame showing the peak of a tapestry he must have hung up. it smells like him - musky, with incense and weed mixed in with a certain sweetness.
his back is facing you as he stills for a moment, and your eyes shut tightly for a moment at the sudden glow of orange lights hung up around the room. once you open them again, he's facing you.
he towers over you even with the boots you have on, forcing your chin higher and higher until your neck aches. he looks at you for a moment, eyes contemplative and still heavy.
"are you sure you really wanna do this?" he asks, thumb brushing just under your jaw. you nod without hesitation, you've been waiting for this long enough.
his eyes darken significantly. his jaw tightens, gaze flickering down to your lips. you gasp as his hand wraps around your throat. his firm grip tightens just slightly. then he kisses you again.
your mouth reacts without hesitation to him, kissing him as you stand up on your tip toes to deepen it. your hands are bunched up in between your chests, digging into the fabric of his sweater.
he steps backward without breaking the kiss, guiding you with him until the backs of his knees hit the bed. you sit on his lap now, sloppily kissing him with small noises escaping your throat at the feeling.
his hands grip onto the curve of your hips, digging into the skin as you settle into his touch. you can feel the bulge of him pressing into you, rocking steadily to create friction.
his teeth bite into your lip, and you cry out between kisses. his hands push into you and drag your hips harder into his crotch, grinding you into his cock and snapping his own hips upwards.
the motion continues for several minutes, until you've both had enough of the gesture. your panties have soaked through, a small patch of wetness formed on his grey sweats that he eyes smugly once you've backed off him a little.
he smirks, a slow, lazy pull of his lips that's infuriatingly cocky. "look at you," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your chest where you're still pressed against him. "soaking into my pants and i haven't even touched you."
you flush at the comment, but forget about any embarrassment as he tugs at the fishnets. you hear the rip between your thighs, looking down to see his hands tear a hole into them. you frown at the sight, but you're too high to really care much when you know what's coming.
his hands reach upwards, sliding along your skin as he pulls your tight black tee over your head. he unclasps your bra, and your tits spill out, hungry eyes staring at them before he shamelessly kneads them.
his mouth wraps around one nipple, sucking on the hardening peak as his other hand teases the other neglected one. you whine out at the sensation, wanting him to touch you so badly.
he must notice this, stopping his movements and looking into your eyes. pushing your panties aside, he slides his fingers over your folds before one hits your clit. deliciously slow circles rub into your little bud, and you mewl out at the sensation, hips bucking.
"f-fuck." you whimper, hands pulling at him to get him to kiss you again. he gives in, lips smashing into yours again. two fingers tease at your entrance before pushing in, thumb brushing into your clit as he begins thrusting the two.
wet squelches echo off of the wall, the bass of the random goth metal song just barely audible as well as he finger fucks you. your noises are muffled by his mouth on yours, tongues thrashing as you grind into his fingers.
the coil in your abdomen tightens pathetically quickly, desperation hitting you as you grind into his movements harder. you crave your climax, and he gives it to you, thumb pressing into your clit hard.
the feeling has your hips stutter, orgasm washing over you and overtaking every other sensation. you cry into his mouth, head spinning deliciously as he works you through the orgasm until you're overstimulated and subconsciously backing away.
he takes his fingers out, licking them and getting a taste of you with a content 'mmm' pouring out of his lips. you lift your hips in the air when he tugs at them a little, watching him pull at the waistband of his sweats and boxers.
his hips lift and the fabric comes down, and you feel his cock slap into your skin as he pulls it out. your eyes fall onto it, admiring the girth and length. he pulls his sweater off, then, and your eyes admire his delicious happy trail leading into his dark pubic hair gathered at the base.
you lick your lips at the sight, hearing his soft laugh echo. "like it? it's yours to take." he whispers in your ear, one hand stroking the length before he's lining it up with the entrance of your pussy.
your hips buckle downwards, the tip hitting you and causing you to bite down on your lip at the feeling. you sit down on his length, a long groan escaping your lips at how full you feel as you take him in.
once he's fully sheathed inside you, you pause, your head falling back as you adjust to the size of him. his hands grip your hips, his thumbs stroking your skin. "that's it," he groans. "take all of it."
you start to move, rolling your hips in a slow, sensual rhythm. the feeling of him sliding in and out of you, deep and unrelenting, is intoxicating. you set the pace, fast and hard, using his shoulders for leverage. the sounds in the room are obscene - the wet slap of skin on skin, your ragged moans, his guttural grunts of encouragement.
"fuck, just like that," he grits out, his eyes locked on where your bodies are joined. "you look so fucking good on my cock, taking me so well."
you gasp out at his words, and you ride him harder, chasing your release. his hand snakes between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. still sensitive from before, you buck forward at the feeling with a moan.
your orgasm rips through you, even more powerful than the first. you cry out his name, your body convulsing around him. the twitch of your walls clamping around him repeatedly sends him over the edge next, a groan escaping his lips as he thrusts up into you and the warmth fills you up.
you collapse onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily, your bodies slick with sweat. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you both come down from your highs. you can feel his cum leaking out of you, a sticky, warm reminder of what you just did.
you sigh contentedly, not bothering to move as you sit in silence. he presses a kiss into your forehead. "stay the night?" he asks, and you nuzzle your head into his chest while nodding.
three knocks at the door have your eyes widening a bit, and gojo's voice echoes out. "hey, food's here. sounds like you worked up quite the appetite in there." his teasing voice has you sit up and stare at suguru, noticing the way that he looks so smug and carefree.
"fuck off." is all he says.