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My head slouched against my computer screen, mouth lolling open to the side. If I weren't so fucked up right now, I would feel at least some sense of enjoyment. However, with knowing what was ahead - not only during the next hour but also during the coming days - the only thing I could feel was a dulled sense of sheer panic among the pleasure that warmed my body down to my toes.

It all happened on accident - technically. The weed was acquired from Todo, but it was different from the usual stuff I smoked. It didn't matter to me - when you thought about it, I was doing him a favor. And how much stronger could this even be?

I would later learn that it was, in fact, significantly stronger.

"Just take it, 'kay? Ms. Iori is nice and all, but she's been cracking down extra hard on all the dorm students." He had shrugged, smirking casually as he pawned the bag off to my hand. "Plus, this shit stinks. Miwa keeps complaining about it - "

"Because it's annoying, Todo! The whole hallway smells! How you haven't gotten caught yet, I won't understand..." She interrupted, rolling her eyes. "I wouldn't mind so much if you weren't so obnoxious about it."

"As per usual..." I smirked.

"Hey, I just gave you free pot!" We started to bicker back and forth, as we do, and I stored the little baggie in my pocket later as we squabbled - hoping I wouldn't forget it in my jacket and accidentally wash it with my laundry, as I had done the month previously with my earbuds.

"You even admitted it stinks!"

"I know, I know! But it isn't our problem anymore, right? (Y/N) will take care of it." He gave me a knowing look.

"Yeah, sure, I'll take absolutely excellent care."

I had forgotten about the little illicit bag in my possession until a couple days later, after a rather odd turn of events. I squeezed past the burly guy near the only open door and found myself trapped in a throng of activity. Right... the lecture hall was already nearly set to bursting due to the sheer amount of students here today. And of course - today was exam review. One of the few rare days during the semester where attendance was almost perfect.

"(Y/N)! Basically perfect timing - we only have a few seats left." Nobara waved excitedly from the fifth row. With some difficulty, I maneuvered my way there amongst the overlapping conversation and rapid typing on computers and shuffling of papers and notebooks.

"Wow, you're early - and, besides that, you're actually here!" She rolled her eyes skyward in response, taking a big gulp from a water bottle in a rather desperate manner.

"I had to rush... okay, maybe I slept through my second alarm too, and then I was like 'oh, I should skip!' But then I looked at the reminder announcement and... erm... I remembered it's exam review..." She made a face of mock innocence. "I practically ran here."

"It's a rare sight, Kugisaki early." Megumi was typing so methodically away I sort of forgot he was even sitting there. "Good job." His voice was so monotonous I wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic or just as characteristically tired as he tended to be. 

"Oh, why don't you can it!"

"Is Yuji coming today?" Megumi remarked. "I know he tends to be as late as you, but I hope he shows up soon."

"He's coming later - he stopped in Shikigami Hall to talk to Professor Nanami about curving his latest final... he didn't do so well on that."

The voice was compelling and smooth as silk, and it stopped me in my tracks, among the hustle and bustle of everyone pouring in during the final minutes before class. I was struck because it was a voice I'd really heard only a couple times before, but never this close. I looked up, like a deer in the headlights, and found a dark form hulking over me like a black shroud which blocked every bit of light from the room, consuming and vanquishing it, until there was nothing else but cool darkness.

Choso.

Choso Namikawa was Yuji Itadori's brother, though off the top of my head right then I couldn't exactly remember which one was older and which one was younger. Not just due to lack of memory regarding their ages, but also the fact that the former was standing right over me, looking down in a way that seemed almost... assuredly certain. I barely had time to swallow the lump that had stupidly formed in my throat before Megumi spoke.

"Hey, Choso. As long as he's coming." There was something so relieving in the way he spoke before anyone else could.

In moments, I watched hawkishly and nearly bug-eyed as Choso sat in the seat right next to me, seemingly not looking at me at all as he opened his computer and started methodically typing away. In some ways, I suddenly felt like a fish out of water - which made no sense. 

Nobara started chatting to me, and I responded, somewhat subdued, in term. The only thing I could think of, in that moment, was the intruding party.

"Has he ever asked to sit with us?" I couldn't take it anymore - I finally hissed the words in Nobara's ear.

"Come to think of it, no. But we are friends with his brother!" She whispered back, so casually. I eyed him with trepidation. Could he somehow hear me?

Choso and Yuji, though brothers, were seemingly polar opposites. Not just in looks, but in demeanor - Itadori was known for being overwhelmingly kind and outgoing. Always quick to smile or lend an encouraging word. Maybe it was the fact he was generally very open, but in comparison, Choso was the complete and utter opposite.

Choso, in the best way, embodied a quiet, hidden darkness. His skin was porcelain pale, eyes like petrified amber, and constant red rings around his eyes - like he was always lacking in sleep. For some odd reason though, that only seemed to add to his appeal - his mysterious, almost vampiric beauty.

Wait. My thoughts came to a violent and screeching halt, as I realized I had only zoned out further. Was I really this stupid?

Why the fuck was I thinking this way, especially now? Especially during class... during my lecture?

I swallowed thickly and looked at him out of the corner of my eye, his chin in between his fingers as he quietly listened. I felt so self-conscious - like as I stared at him, everyone else could read my mind, see inside my thoughts, and the way my mind was pulled to him.

It wasn't always like this. Actually, I'd say I was a pretty great student. A pretty damn great student. I was on the dean's list, had great grades, and always paid attention in my classes. This was uncharacteristic for me - very uncharacteristic. 

But now, and previous days, I couldn't help but think of him. Choso Namikawa and I only shared one class - this lecture, Advanced Physics of Imaging, and before I hadn't really thought of him.

But today, something felt very, acutely different. It may have been triggered by the fact he sat so close to me today, but as the seconds dragged into minutes and the minutes dragged on even further, it felt like every moment in time - in this very boring lecture - had been magnified to an unimaginable degree of slowness, until all I could focus on was him.

His raven-dark hair hung around his eyes. I may have imagined it, but in the extra fluorescent lighting common of any lecture hall, it seemed his hair had a deep, almost reddish-purple tint - strange and otherworldly. From the side, his face was even more slender and I felt compelled to keep staring. His dark, flat brows flexed as he leaned down slightly to write on the small notepad perched on his knee. I clenched my fingers together as I noticed the way his leg casually bobbed up and down, his ghost-white fingers flexing against the black plastic of his pen as he busily scrawled notes.

I'm a great student. I'm a great, amazing, truly fucking incredible student. And fuck me, because this is stupid, but I can't stop staring at him. 

In the most embarrassingly perfect example of stunning timing, Yuji Itadori - who was audibly and annoyingly panting - slid in through the last open door as dozens of heads turned to glance at him. Nobara put her head in her hands in mock embarrassment and Megumi sighed.

"Seems he was talking to Professor Nanami for awhile."

Yuji basically waltzed up to our row and I stifled a laugh at how everyone followed him with their eyes, until they rested on us - his friends and also victims of his casual lateness. 

"Hi, Yuji." I whispered. He settled down with annoyingly great effort.

"Hi, (Y/N), Fushigoro, Kugisaki, Choso!"

"Hi, Yuji." I mumbled, narrowing my eyes at the bobbing white hair of our professor moving rapidly back and forth, using it as a tether both to track him as he scrawled messily across the board and also to distract myself from

I tightened my grip on the corner of my computer. This was a sign - I had to focus. 

-

After class, to my complete and utter shock, I was approached. 

I was approached by Choso. 

Actually, "approached" wasn't the right word - given he was one seat away from me. I was zipping my pencil case shut - I preferred to multitask between taking physical and digital notes - I felt the overwhelming and familiar feeling of when you're being looked at but you haven't acknowledged the person looking at you yet... so they keep looking. I looked up and saw those stupidly compelling eyes staring directly down at me.

"Hey, (Y/N). I was hoping you could help me with something." 

I stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights, blinking hawkishly. "Oh... okay, sure, what is it?" The moment the words left my mouth I sort of wanted to punch myself - way to sound stupid and unenthusiastic. 

"I wanted to see if you wanted to study with me for this upcoming exam... I'll be honest, Yuji isn't the best with these things, I haven't really talked to Kugisaki, and Fushigoro is... I'm not sure."

He hasn't talked to Kugisaki, but he has talked to me? Now that's just a bold-faced lie...!

"Sure, of course, when would you want to do something like that...?" Everything was happening way too fast. However, I knew I would be very stupid to pass up an opportunity as this - and it also felt far too good to be true.

Surely, this must be a joke.

"You know, I was just thinking... it would be a better idea now, especially with the joint exam." He rubbed the back of his neck rather sheepishly - perhaps nervously. "Would sometime soon work? Like... today, tomorrow?"

My brain worked to process this new information at astounding speeds, and a part of me felt far too manicured and poised as I gave him what I hoped was an utterly gracious smile. "Tomorrow would work best, I have dinner plans today."

I really hoped I was doing my best bullshitting this, and I didn't sound like a walking disaster. Time would tell, I feared.

"That sounds good. You have my info on Canvas, so I'll reach out."

"Sure, thanks." Reaching out on Canvas? What the hell was this? I almost stared daggers into the dark material of his purple sweatshirt as he walked away, until it seemed my gaze would burn holes in the thick fabric.

Right. The exam. Of course Professor Geto Suguru and Professor Gojo Satoru finally put aside their endless squabbling and academic competitions and whenever they finally did, their absolutely cursed minds - which seemed bent on nothing but inflicting endless and painful instructionally scholastic torture on their poor pupils, including myself - came together to think of the absolute monstrosity of this exam which now Choso and I would apparently be studying for together.

Right, the exam. The whole point of this. Stay focused on that, and surely, absolutely nothing will go wrong. I practically motored out through the stream of students to avoid any more conscious thought about what I had agreed to.

-

To the present, that was now my current dilemma.

A factor which I had failed to properly consider was the joint I'd smoked. I should have probably known, or at least inferred, that since it was Todo it was some crazy, flamboyant combo - multiple strains, probably indica too, which always failed to motivate me. Sometimes, I'd smoke a little sativa so I could pump out work at a crazy volume if I was really desperate, but this seemed to be something else entirely.

The worst part, too, was the fact it really would have been great. I wasn't greening out, or really uncomfortable because I felt I'd taken on more than I could handle - but filled with that same, overwhelmingly present panic because I had smoked the damn joint only an hour or two before Choso was set to arrive. At the time, it had all seemed so simple - and even smart. I have a little weed, not too much so he thinks I'm some druggie degenerate, and relax while we study and that will be that. That way, my nerves wouldn't overwhelm me as they often seemed to do and everything would be so perfectly fine.

How incredibly stupid.

The reminder of the upcoming monstrosity of an exam... in the next few days... coupled with the impending arrival of the one person who made me lose my cool like no other could have been enough to put me into an early grave. However, I also felt so, so good. Like, better than I had in a while. Calm, and more importantly... almost disturbingly giggly.

Oh, fuck.

My head fell down to squish against the mattress and comforter, and that was when I heard a knock on the door. It was so sudden and strong it momentarily jolted me out of my drugged stupor. "It's unlocked!" I practically hollered, gripping the sheets to steady myself.

However, the slight return to reality was just as I said... momentary.

The door swung open and I almost wished I had been standing near it so I would have somehow magically been crushed and instantly killed so I didn't have to face the consequences of my own - and very stupid - actions. There he stood, in a gray T-shirt with some graphic on it, baggy black sweats, with a jacket and book bag tucked under his arms. I raised my head ever so slowly, my eyes almost unabashedly raking over his form... in my doorway.

"Hello." I giggled out the word. Oops.

"Hey, (Y/N)." Had he noticed? Was I that composed? "Do you want me to sit at your desk...?"

"Ohhhh, that's stupid." I tried to sit up by using both the palm of my hand and my elbow at once and nearly fell over again. "Sit with me. Why don't you sit with me?"

He placed his jacket on my desk and his book bag on my chair without asking, not that I cared, and sat carefully on the mattress next to where I was half-laying, half-sitting up. I swallowed. very thickly. Jesus fucking Christ. There was something about his outfit that made me dig my nails into the mattress a little bit.

Calm the fuck down before you do something stupid.

"Are you alright? Are you sick?"

I leaned forward, positioning myself halfway up with my elbow and felt the stupidest smile spread across my face as I met his deeply dark eyes. "Nooooo... my God, so silly. You're so silly."

"Are you sure? You're acting a little - "

"Why don't you take a guess, hmmm?" In a moment, it seemed just so humorous to me to fuck with him, tease him a little. 

"Are you...?"

"You don't want to do work there, trust me, we don't have to worrrkkkk..." I drawled.

"Are you on something?"

"You're so smart... ohhhh..." As I said this, I scooted forward, until my head was pressed against the side of his leg. He didn't move away.

"Are you drunk? High?"

"The latter." I groaned, yawning animatedly as I stretched. I audibly laughed when my curled fist dragged against the sleeve of his shirt while stretching. "What, what is it?"

He looked away and back again. "Nothing. What'd you take?"

"A joint... from Todo..." I coughed a little. "Do you think I'm a trashy, promiscuous whoooooreeee because I smoke?" I laughed.

He cleared his throat slightly. "No, why would I think that?"

"I don't know... I'm sorry... this is extremely embarrassing." My face warmed mildly.

I became aware of the fact that, as I continued to force my head slightly up to look at him, he was looking at me very intently. Not quite in an intense, or angry way, but an almost... knowing way. Like he was observing me, some specimen encased and trapped in a glass jar, like a captured species of a rare butterfly that could only bat its useless, colorful wings against the thick glass imprisoning it forever. I swallowed again. I felt a dim heat traveling from my throat down to my stomach as I did so.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I murmured.

"Like what?" The answer was innocent enough, but there was an almost teasing undertone to his voice... or something like that. I propped myself up again from where I kept falling. "(Y/N), are you okay?"

Was he fucking with me? Did I seem okay? Whenever I was under the influence, it was so difficult... because I knew full well what I was doing was embarrassing, but I couldn't stop doing it. Now, this was no exception, maybe one of the worst times I'd had. Yet why did I feel so good?

"Noooo... sorry, this is such a disaster. I was only nervous..." Now that was a stupid thing to say.

"I thought you wanted to study." He said softly.

"Yeah... maybe other things, too." I laughed far too loud when I said that, narrowing my eyes with approval as I watched the way his face changed.

"Other things...?" 

"Oh, does it matter, really? Sorry, I know you wanted to study..." It was silly how many times I had repeated myself by now. I inched closer and closer, feeling the heat in my gut rise just being near him. He smelled strongly, and not in the way I thought he would. With a surprising, subtle sweetness, it was almost pleasantly soapy.

"Choso..." I trailed off, turning so strands of my hair fell out of my eyes as I looked straight up at him, my cheek pressed into his leg. He stared with that same strange intent. "I'm sorry, this is... so, so embarrassing..." I sighed almost dramatically. 

"It's okay, really..." His voice was so gentle and strangely hypnotic. Maybe it was the weed. Perhaps my altered state was fucking with me even more than I realized, or I was just truly delusional now.

"Choso..." Just saying his name, I squeezed my thighs together a little bit before I could stop myself. I felt my hands coming up before I could stop them, one lacing around his lower leg, the other coming to pause at the small of his back. Was this a dream, or something stranger? I was so far gone I didn't feel if he had a physical reaction, but I saw the way his dark eyelashes lowered slightly.

"(Y/N)."

My hand wound around to grip the side of his waist, the other gripping his pants to propel myself even closer. It felt like we had been staring at each other forever, or maybe that, like many other things, was also in my imagination.

"Choso, I'm sorry... this is embarrassing..." I trailed off again.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think?" I breathed, digging my nails into the fabric of his sweatpants.

"(Y/N)..." 

"Do you want me to spell it out for you?" It was like watching myself outside of my body. But I knew I would never exactly be this bold if I were sober, or in any other state. I knew what I was about to do - I knew what I was doing now, yet I also knew that there was one thing in the world I wanted, one thing in the world I needed. He stared at me and my hand flashed out, coming closer to stroke his inner thigh, nearest to his crotch. He grabbed my wrist gently, but I saw something impossible in his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't you want itttttt?" I knew I was a complete fool, putting myself out on a limb by taking this risk. If I was wrong, I would have to spend the rest of the semester regretting my mistake as it sat next to me... took notes and wrote... as it talked to my friends... have to see it every day and remember how foolishly bold I was...

As it leaned down, inched closer... 

My heart fluttered like there was a caged butterfly inside me, finding home in between the smooth white bones of my ribs, now flapping its wings so ferociously it threatened to tear through my own skin. He kissed me square on the mouth, his hand coming to the side of my cheek to almost hold my chin, and as I enthusiastically responded to his kiss, his lips got more forceful, saliva blossoming between our intertwined mouths. I couldn't help it... the satisfaction at getting exactly what I wanted was so overwhelming I let out an embarrassingly early whimper into his mouth softly.

Like some switch had activated, this sound was apparently enough for him to take action, for him to know I wanted so much more. He pulled me around so he could angle his knees on the bed and come closer to me. My hands grasped at the collar of his shirt, pulling me into him as my legs hooked around his knee. We were still kissing, still sliding closer and closer together, yet I craved more. The heat in my core was inevitably much stronger now, and my frazzled brain could only make out the pleasurable pressure between my legs as I tightened myself against his knee.

I begin whimpering more steadily in his mouth as I dig my nails into the sleeves of his shirt, pulling him down and pressing his chest into mine so I can draw myself closer. He pulls his head away, and I blink slowly, drinking in the sights of sweaty strands of hair falling around his forehead and the flush of blood to his face, in a way I have never seen him before. In a way I made him be.

"We can't do this..." he murmurs. But I openly smile with sadistic pride when I hear it because every inch of me knows his heart isn't into it. He doesn't mean it - he's practically forcing himself to spit it out. It sounds less like he's trying to plead for mercy and more half-heartedly convince himself.

"Choso..." My tongue runs over my bottom lip slightly as I say his name. "Why can't we? We both want each other..."

His eyes both narrow and widen. "(Y/N)..."

"I know you don't really believe that." I murmur softly, but I can barely control myself as we've suddenly ceased our kissing and I involuntarily grind against him again, swiftly, in the inaction. His eyes widen, he closes the space between us again, and we kiss deeply once more. I tighten my grip on him again and cry out around his tongue, from where it forces entry past my lips. "Chosooooo..." I whimper.

"What, what is it, (Y/N)?" He speaks differently. His face is different now, too... there is something different about him, like a part of himself that he held back is now suddenly unrestrained for me to see, like he's stripping a secret part of himself away to show me something deeper, something lurking beneath his exterior...

Something animalistic, and something full of lust.

"Do you need me? What's this?" He gently runs his hand along the side of my face, before his fingers grab my chin and he forces me upwards, so I have to look deeper into his endless eyes. I only let out another whimper in return and he laughs, a sound I could blanket myself in. There's something so refreshing about seeing someone in such a new, intimate position for the first time... seeing one of their most authentic selves.

"Can you not talk? You kept giving me those eyes... and that voice... and it seemed like you wanted me to do something."

"Choso..." I gasp, rubbing myself back and forth against his leg, which he moves a little more forward so I have better access. I curse myself internally for loving it.

"What, what isssssss it?" He's teasing me, and I hate how I feel nothing but a primal need for him. I hate how I feel tendrils of that familiar, sinful heat licking at my core, pleasantly sliding and swirling inside me, already taking me closer to the pleasure I'm chasing. And, at the heart of it, is the man in front of me who every part of my body needs. 

"Please... please... can't you guess... what I want?"

His hand comes to cup the side of my face again. "Tell me. What is it?" I'm giving him exactly what he wants, but I only squeeze my eyes shut, nearly gasping the answer out.

"You, please, I need you... I just need you... whatever you'll do..."

He undoes the front ties of my lounge shorts quickly, and pulls me to the side, manhandling me over until I'm on my stomach. My arms and legs, still weak from the weed, sag to the side, but he quickly straddles me and pushes my limbs against me.

"Is thissss what you wanted?" His one arm snakes around and his hand shoves under my stomach and downward. His fingers make their way past my loose shorts and into my panties, sliding between the waistband and my sweaty skin. I feel the tip of his finger graze my wet folds and he lets out a loud and humiliatingly satisfied gasp.

"Oh, look at you, so fucking soaked for me. I haven't even done anything..." However, I can make no case in my defense as the next sound that comes out of my mouth is a gasp of pleasure as one finger slides inside me, flicking around and touching every sweet spot in my sensitive pussy. "Oh, my God, fuck... fuck... Choso!" I whine.

"God, fuck, I knew you might be desperate..." His finger slides in and out, in and out. "But this... this is more than I thought. I barely touched you, and you're already dripping... how would you react if I added a second...?"

I didn't get to answer his mocking words before his second finger entered me and I could only gasp and moan. My fingers dug into the pillowcase my head was partially pressed into, biting my lip as he sped up, fucking me faster and faster with his fingers. I knew I should beg him to stop, not give in so easily and make myself look like a sloppy mess, but it felt so fucking incredible all I could do was thrash around the cruel thrust of his fingers as he pumped in and out of my sopping pussy.

"You said whatever I wanted, (Y/N)... you said you needed me..." His voice was light and teasing as he continued to fuck me with his fingers.

"I do...!" I groaned weakly into the pillow, swirling my hips so I could get him even deeper inside me. There was nothing I needed more.

"So go and take it." He swatted his other hand across my ass quickly and I yelped, the sensation magnified due to my drugged state. He did it again and I could only squeal into the fabric of the pillowcase.

"Look at you, so sensitive..." I hated how much the purr of his voice undid me even more. "Isn't this just what you wanted? Look at you... you were waiting for me to touch you, to fuck you... do you want me to fuck you, (Y/N)?"

"Yes, ohhhh..." I moaned. "Oh... yes, please, fuck, please fuck me...!" I pleaded, panting as he continued to ruthlessly finger fuck me. It was unbearable how much the pleasure was growing inside me, like a tidal wave of ecstasy at the fact I'd lured him right into this trap, teased and provoked him... until he wanted nothing but to violate me with his cock...

I had thought before of how it might look like, the exact girth and length. How I would stare at it as it went in and out of my own pussy, when I finally got him, when I finally ensnared him, when I finally made a move...!

"God, you are fucking wet. How long were you thinking of this before I did anything?" He grinned with that same sadistic satisfaction. Inside me, the pleasure continued to grow, my hips trembling as he made me take it.

"How can I even expect you to handle my cock? I'm not even at three fingers yet... could you even take a third?" I knew that no matter what I said, it wouldn't matter. Like he could read my mind, he answered. "Well, it doesn't matter if you can or can't. You'll take what I give you... you're already so soaked."

I feel myself crawling closer and closer to the precipice of orgasmic pleasure, the speed and ferocity of his fingers fucking themselves continually into my pussy becoming so very close to the brink of completely unbearable. "Choso, I'm close, ohhhh... I'm fucking close!" I nearly howl, shoving my lower body down onto his soaked hand.

"That's it, there it is, good..." He increases the speed again and my back arches slightly, my hands fisting into the comforter, because I know what's about to happen. When I orgasm, I'll give him everything he wants, every way he's imagined seeing me, every thing he's been working me towards... and I know it will be nothing short of exactly what he wants, to torture me, humiliate me, to play with me as he's clearly exhibited so far. 

And I need it more than anything.

"Choso, I'm going to...!" I cry, quaking under his touch.

"You're going to what? What are you going to do, (Y/N)?"

"I'm going to... fucking c-cum..." I whimper.

"That't it, cum for me, (Y/N)."

"Oh, fuck..." I murmur. "Fuck, Choso, don't stop..." my words are slurred and barely spat out as the pleasure becomes even more unbearable.

"Fuck, it feels so fucking good..."

Like tightly coiled wires, I feel the ball of energetic pleasure at the pit of my stomach unraveling further, pulled apart by every press of his fingers, into my walls and thumbing the bud of my clit. It's so disturbingly erotic, so needed and felt by me... all I can focus on is him, pressing into me, with each pump making his own body jolt a little, making his own body dig into me more and more, until it feels like our clothes will far away and the only thing separating us will be every intimate layer of skin, flesh, blood, muscles... I want to know his body. I want to know his body in every fucking way, just as he's learning now as he fingers me.

"Oh, fuck, Choso...!"

I can't make anything else out before I cum, my legs spasming as jolts of pleasure shoot through me, down to my toes, numbing me to anything but the sinful bliss I feel. "God, fuck, fuck, fuck, Choso, I need you, I fucking need you!" The words tumble out of me as I stare into his eyes, threading my fingers through the dark strands of hair at the base of his neck, begging to capture him with my glance. Not simply capture him, but capture this whole moment. I hate how complete I feel. I hate how much I wanted this. And I hate nothing more than the fact I don't want it to end.

"Oh, fuck, (Y/N)..."

I pinch the back of his neck in blissful pleasure. "It's amazing, oh, oh, oh...!" I cry, biting my lip as my orgasm continues to rock me to my core. "That's it, become more of a mess for me." He grins down at my convulsing form, running a warm hand along my exposed hip, the other pausing to bat at my cheek before he holds me near the back of my neck.

"I wanted this, I wanted this so bad... it feels so good..." I whine, squeezing my legs tighter together and feeling new sparks of heat shoot up to my core. "Fuck, I'm cumming... oh, I can't stop."

"Don't stop. Give me all of you." He didn't even have to say it, but I can only writhe where I lay, dully noting the press of my ass into the bulge at the front of his pants, which digs into me as I squirm from the ferocity of my climax.

It's perfect and the only thing I can think of, as I ride off the high of my orgasm, is how much more I already want. I already need more. "I want you, please..." it's all I can manage to say, my voice weak and trembling. He takes notice.

"Only one orgasm and you're already burnt out? Poor baby..." A mix of raw excitement, anticipation, and a sort of fear spikes within me as he uses his whole arm to wrench me over, grabbing me around the middle and turning me on my back. "You should know now I'm not done with you."

It's so strange to see someone I thought as of an acquaintance, maybe a friend on a good day, on top of me and sweating with a mutual lust. His face is still flushed endearingly red, and his arms flex as he lifts off his shirt and throws it over his shoulder. My eyes unabashedly drink in every facet of his perfect body. If he notices, he doesn't comment - unusually enough. I've learnt quite a bit about him today, and I have a feeling I'll be learning a bit more.

He practically rips my shirt off and pulls my underwear down completely until it's hanging off my one ankle. Pressing himself against me, his hands ghost over my bra, and he squeezes and pinches. I moan breathlessly as he rubs his body against mine, nuzzling his cheek into my collarbone briefly like he's a little black cat. However, he turns vicious again as he starts kissing and sucking on my neck, which feels disgustingly and perfectly good. His warm mouth leaves thin trails of spit all the way up to my cheek, and his hand suddenly flexes and finds its way around my throat. I let out a surprised cry that quickly turns into a pitiful whimper.

"Look at you, already so prepared. Will you let me use you, is that it?" My lip quivers as I nod silently, leading for him to laugh again. "That wasn't a question, but I'm glad you agreed either ways - you're already so obedient, so wet."

I see the perfectly pink tip of his cock poking out as he sheds his boxers and I barely have time to look before he's pressing into me again, wrenching my legs apart and holding one over his shoulder and the other under his arm. Instinctually, my body convulses under him, and he laughs wickedly as he presses his forehead flat up against mine, until my eyes are drinking in every close pore and tiny hair on his perfect, stupidly fucking handsome face.

"Do you like this? I'm not even inside you, and you're losing your composure once again." When I hear the word "inside," I let out an involuntary mewl. He takes notice and I feel a few of his fingers tightening on my throat, though he does not choke me again.

"Will you let me use you, princess?"

My throat bobs and the answer slips from beneath my lips before I can stop myself. However, it is futile no matter what as I knew this would be the answer all along. "Yes, please, yes." He pulls my one leg further open and before I can do anything about it - whether it be take back the words I just spoke, futilely try to get another look at his cock, or try to fight back against him - I feel the tip of his penis sliding inside me, practically squelching from how wet I already am. I'm embarrassed and he notices too, but I let out a gasping moan in response.

"Look at you - still so fucking wet for me." His cock is large and throbs inside me and I've never felt so utterly stuffed but also so complete in my entire life. "Oh, my fuck... Choso..." My nails dig into his shoulders, and I let out a cry right into his ear. "Fuck..."

"I haven't even begun fucking you, huh, (Y/N)? Yet, look at you..." He runs his finger across my bottom lip, and I convulse around his cock.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me..." He grunts. "So fucking tight..." I mewl desperately hearing his words, dripping with mock venom. 

"Please, Choso, I need you, please..." I plead, giving him exactly what he wants so he can give me exactly what I want. What we both want. What we both need.

He slams inside me in an instant and I groan loudly. "Oh, oh, Choso...!" I can barely speak as he begins pounding into my pussy.

"Oh, my, look at you... still so wet..." He grins sadistically down at me. "I don't know how long I'll last, but it doesn't matter... you're mine to use..."

"Yes, fuck, yes, use me!" I cry, digging my nails into his upper arms hard enough to leave marks. "Fuck! I'm yours!"

I've had sex before, but nothing ever like this. This is beyond sex, just sloppy, animalistic, almost ritualistic breeding. It isn't tamed or restrained, it isn't patient or even kind... though I don't exactly want it to be. It's messy, destructive, incredibly erotic, and amazing.

"Oh, mmm-mmm..." I gasp into his ear.

He increases the speed of his thrusts again and I feel his cock pumping in and out of me faster, thick and full, and so impossibly perfect. "It's perfect, fuck, please don't stop... don't ever stop..." 

"I won't, (Y/N). Fuck, I won't stop. I'll never stop. I need you..."

Hearing him say this, I only reach a trembling hand up to caress his reddened cheek, my arm twitching as he continues to ruthlessly fuck me. "I need you, I need you, Choso... I always have... just please never stop..."

So many times I had dreamed about this, though I'd never admit it. But this... this was incredible. Every way he touched my body made me feel crazy. The lust in his dark eyes, the way he sloppily kissed me, the way his fingers moved inside me, bringing me to climax faster than anyone had before... 

So many times in class, I'd clenched my legs together briefly, before I could help myself. So many times, I'd stupidly let my gaze wander, over his fingers, the violet veins in his arms, imagining how he'd flex whenever he grabbed my wrists and pinned me down on whatever nearby mattress or even flat surface we could find before he fucked me stupid.

But this...

I was already exhausted from cumming so ferociously and so quickly, and now, I was getting pushed to my breaking point. But every part of my body, every blood vessel running through my veins, every drop of sweat that ran down my forehead, every single inch of skin... I had never so radically and so completely belonged to someone. Someone like this, someone who was taking me and fucking me and using me brutally, someone who I truly, barely even knew. But every part of me pushed myself towards him, made me wind my fingers through strands of his hair, elicited gasps from my mouth as he wrapped a hand around my throat again and began to gently choke me. I never needed anything more. He was on top of me, and yet it still wasn't enough. I needed his skin on me all the fucking time.

I needed every part of him, and I needed his cock during every moment. I felt like I was close to insane as he pushed me closer and closer to exhaustion with each ruthless thrust. Was it the fact I had never been fucked and used like this, was that influencing my thoughts, how badly I needed and wanted him - not just now, but in the future? My mind was an absolute mess, like jumbled wires barely forming thoughts, and becoming more and more unraveled as he slammed his cock into me.

"You're taking me so fucking well..." He drawled.

It was perfect, so fucking perfect. I needed him. I needed this. There was something about him that drove me crazy, made me this way, made me desperate in a way he clearly loved. Tears rose to prick at my lashes from the sheer pressure and speed. "Choso, it's too much, oh..."

"I know you can take it." His large hand gripped my thigh, pulling me down and forcing himself further into me. "It won't be long now, long before I breed your pussy..."

"Please, please..."

"Oh, you're begging to take me?" A single tear crawled down my cheek, my fingers curling in continued bliss. "To take my cum, after I fuck it into you?"

"Yes, please, please, oh, oh, I'm yours...!"

In an instant, he let out a gasp. "Fuck..." He pumped his cum into me with one final stroke, filling me completely. I squeezed my thighs around his cock, whimpering as I felt him flooding my insides. His eyelid spasmed, his one hand loosening around my throat and pushing his thumb inside my gaping mouth, running his digit along the inside of my bottom lip.

I was completely exhausted, and even if I hadn't orgasmed again, this was more than enough. Choso collapsed on top of me, my slick thighs cushioning his fall, as his cock soaked inside of a mixture of his cum and my dripping wetness.

"You're perfect, fuck, you're perfect..." He murmured, laying his head down on my heaving chest.

In the drugged and exhausted bliss I was in, I only had one thought as I wrapped my weak arms tightly around his back, letting out twitches and cries as I felt him settling inside me still. One thought as my fingers laced through his sweaty hair, running along the nape of his neck...

This has to fucking happen again. And, in my exhaustion, I couldn't help but grin a bit to myself, as I knew it would.

It's GOING to happen again.