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saintobio · 3 years

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i hate you, i love you.

↳ gojou satoru/fem!reader

1/2 — stuck in a loop of frat parties and constant hookups, gojou finds a way to make you come into terms with your feelings by breaking both of your hearts along the way

genre. angst, smut, fwb, college au, 18+

tags/warnings. fratboy!gojou, baddie!reader, commitment issues, profanity, alcohol/intoxication, usage of drugs, smoking, explicit smut, ffm threesome, hate fucking, slapping, degradation, fellatio + cunnilingus, voyeurism, unprotected

notes. purely self-indulgent also bc so many requested for a college au? i donut like my writing for this one but here goes :) reblogs appreciated!

fic art -> masterlist -> next

8PM.

No, 9.

Or was it 10PM? Your eyes barely adjusted from the faint light that passed through your window. The blanket of stars adorning the dark skies confirmed that it was now nighttime and you realized that you had just woken up from a long afternoon nap since you came back from a 3-hour lecture of Psychology 201.

God, you hated college sometimes. A single day could drain the hell out of you even if you had to just sit there and listen to the professor talk about things that you probably should pay attention to had your mind not chosen to wander elsewhere beyond the four corners of the auditorium. To be fair, you were not to blame that your subconscious still lingered towards the ex that shaped you into becoming the woman that you were now. It had been awhile since you last got a glimpse of him in one of his football matches and it certainly wouldn’t hurt to think about him once in a while.

Luckily for you, it was a Friday night where all the fun usually happened. There were no morning classes to worry about the next day so you had all night to be surrounded by the company of your favorite people.

Your roommate had already returned to your dorm when you sat upright in bed, stretching your arms concurrent to your yawn. “What time’s it?” you inquired in a raspy voice before you raked your fingers through your hair.

“It’s ten-thirty,” was Mackenzie’s answer as soon as she sat on her side of the bed. Her dark brown hair was neatly tied into a ponytail that better suited her seraphic face.

Realizing the time, you rushed out of bed to head straight to your closet. “Shit. Ieri’s gonna kill me.”

You went through piles of clothes, recalling what outfit you’ve recently worn to ensure that you weren’t going to pick it for tonight. You somehow ended up with a butterfly top to match your flared pants, allotting yourself a 15-minute limit to do your make up. For the amount of times you’ve been into parties, this was child’s play.

Mackenzie’s curious eyes followed you while you changed your clothes in haste. For a good girl who prioritized her academics above all, it must be amusing for her to watch you. “You’re going there again?”

You hummed in response, now doing your eyeliner in front of a mirror. “You wanna come?” Quite certain you were that parties were not her scene but the hesitance that danced in her eyes made you wonder if she was finally going to give in. “Come on, Kenz. We’re juniors. Learn to have fun.”

By the time you were finishing your make up with a lipgloss, she then timidly brought up, “Is Gojou gonna be there?”

Satoru? You didn’t hold back at how fast you whipped your head to match her curious eyes. “Yeah, why?”

Of course, he was going to be there. It was his world. Let alone the fact that he actually lived in the frat house so his presence was to be expected because he was the goddamn vice president of their fraternity. You couldn’t even deny that some of the thirsty college girls would go there just to catch sight of him. On the other hand, what fed your curiosity was Mackenzie’s newfound interest towards the white-haired man. Since when was she intrigued about Satoru?

She wouldn’t exchange eye-contact but still opened her mouth to ask, “Nothing, um... You guys aren’t dating, right?”

Dating. You couldn’t exactly call it dating per se. College was a nest of fuck buddies and toxic relationships. The percentage of hookups were far exceeding more than those who were in committed relationships. Although you’ve known Satoru for a year now, you didn’t really consider heading to the commitment lane with the man. He probably had the same sentiments. After all, you two could hardly be seen together outside of parties.

So with a smirk, you crossed your arms and put on a front. “Kenz, it’s easier if you just say you like him.” Her shoulders became less tensed when you played it off with a smile. “You have bad taste and no, we’re not dating. I’d have him talk to you if you come to the party tonight, though.”

The apple of her cheeks enhanced her beautiful features after hearing your answer. “Next time, I guess. I have papers to work on and I just wanted to know more about him because he’s in my class and—”

“Yeah, I get it. Hot flirty guy that girls can’t help but have a crush on.” Frankly, you were tired of hearing it from almost all of the girls in the campus. Satoru Gojou was a household name. Tall, handsome, charming—they would often say that he was the very definition of eye-candy. To you, he was just him.

But who were you to refrain your roommate from being one of the many girls that have fallen for his irresistible charms?

“Is he not your type?” she then asked, laying in bed with elbows propped above her pillows as though she was ready to hear her bedtime story. “If I was friends with him, I’d probably be twice as attracted. I like it when he smiles.”

Right, you suppressed a snort. You somehow found it weird that she was crushing on him but the irritation rising in the back of your throat was unnecessary all the more.

“Can never be me.” Your response was a playful shrug as you spent a few more minutes talking about Gojou just to feed Kenzie’s interests. What’s his type? Does he have a girlfriend? Is he a player? You couldn’t escape the fusillade of questions without lying just to not shatter the daydreams that she was forming in her head.

Satoru was never an ideal boyfriend and it was the hard cold truth. He was irresponsible, immature, and incapable of handling serious emotions. All he wanted to do was to bang bitches and get wasted every weekend, neither was he the relationship type to stay loyal to one girl. Still, with women like Mackenzie who were ready to give up everything for him, you wanted to offer them hope that maybe they could also get a spark of his attention someday.

Someday, because for now you had it all.

Had you arrived at midnight, it wouldn’t be much of a problem because the party was only starting when you walked inside the frat house. ‘Alpha Zeta Phi, where the beers are cold and the women are friendly.’ This was your usual sanctuary for the weekends and the party ambiance was nothing new to you. You were far accustomed to the dancing neon lights and the crowd of swaying bodies as the guys and girls bopped to the echoing music, thinking of nothing but wasting another night of their college lives by drowning themselves in alcohol.

Tonight, the song Disco Inferno vibrated through the walls of the basement as you made your entrance inside. It was packed with people ranging from freshmen to seniors; some were mindlessly dancing, some were making out on one corner, and some were playing drinking games in groups. Almost immediately, you spotted a few of your acquaintances who all had red cups in their hands and needless to say that they were either tipsy or high. The bass-boosted music overpowered their voices but you were able to discern a few of their sentences.

“What’s up, Y/N?” a guy greeted, though you barely recalled his name.

“Hey, girl!”

“Yo, nice to see you!”

You returned their enthusiasm by either smiling or nodding your head in acknowledgment, that was until your eyes caught sight of Shoko Ieiri and the rest of the gang who were playing beer pong by the poolside. She was quick to point towards you with a cigarette on her hand and a red cup on the other.

“Bitch, took you long enough.” She grinned, embracing you before offering a cup of vodka mix that you quickly chugged. The liquor burned your throat as you gulped it down. “These two idiots already played a couple rounds.”

Suguru raised his hands to feign innocence. “Satoru’s idea, but he kept losing.”

You could only smile, shaking your head at how early they started drinking. Satoru, Satoru, you called him in your head as you looked around. Where are you?

There he was, arms draped around two girls in bikinis, now discarding his flock of hoes the moment his eyes landed on you. He was undeniably handsome with his red snapback and half-buttoned shirt that allowed a peek into his toned chest. No wonder those girls were all over him. It wasn’t like you were his girlfriend so seeing him with other women should never be a big deal. You were free to talk to other guys all the same. Everyone in the house knew that Satoru was a ladies’ man but he would drop every single one of them whenever you showed up. It was the expected dynamic between two friends in an exclusive exchange of benefits.

It was around the same time last year when you first met him through Shoko. You were fresh from a painful breakup back when you started to get involved with Satoru. You were looking to fill the void that your ex left and he was looking for a consistent fuck buddy who would never fall in love with him. Our love is transactional, he once said to you, highlighting how the relationship was give and take.

He was the kind of man who get easily bored with women and could replace them like underwear. The reason he stayed with you was because you were never asking for more. Simply put, you knew your place because he hated girls who wanted to tie him down, he hated girls who tried to control him. You? You were just there for the physical comfort. Transactional just as he described, with you benefiting from him and him benefiting from you.

The relationship worked because you never truly caught feelings for him. Never. You knew which lines you shouldn’t cross and so did he.

“There’s my favorite hooker,” he teased, earning sniggers from his friends before he leaned in to press his lips onto yours. Soft, sweet lips that kissed you with fervor. He also adjusted his red snapback as he pulled away, “What’s good, baby?”

You rolled your eyes when you felt his hand giving your bum a wanton squeeze. “You’re drunk this early?”

The naughty grin plastered on his face already gave you an answer. He didn’t even hesitate in having your waist caged around his arms. His hot breath reeked of alcohol and it tickled your neck while he trailed kisses up to your jawline. “You look so fucking hot.”

You were sober enough to see all eyes on the two of you. The modern day Bonnie and Clyde like how they described, as you and Gojou were envied by many during frat parties. Perhaps it was why most people were putting you on a pedestal because you were seen as a property of the most popular frat guy in college. He had a reputation on his own and you were dragged into it like a queen all for her king.

“Get a room!” Shoko whined from the other side of the table next to a grinning Suguru Getou. The two were rearranging the red cups into a triangle to prepare yet another game of beer pong while Satoru was getting all handsy with you.

This time, you decided to join the game and pushed Satoru off with so much of a complain because he wouldn’t stop feathering kisses on your neck. “Satoru, later,” you insisted, though he kept his arm around you as you two faced your friends on the other end of the table. “Loser gets to give us molly.”

“It’s on!” Suguru challenged, holding a pingpong ball like a pro. “I’ve got a couple from Spencer.”

Spencer, the current president of the fraternity, was back inside the house urging all of their pledges to do a keg-stand as part of their hazing. The rest of their frat brothers were all doing their own thing. Some were getting high on a corner, some were getting their dicks wet in God knows where.

Gojou chose to be here to play with you as he managed to land the pingpong ball in one cup. Each turn allowed you to drink every time Shoko and Suguru got a shot of their own, always keeping a playful but competitive stance. With every cup you drank, you were starting to get more and more intoxicated. Your confidence was high up the ceiling as you started undulating your body to the thumping rhythm of the music. It was Drop It Like It’s Hot by this time when you threw the pingpong ball to your target.

“Saw your ex here,” Satoru informed you while you were aiming your ball at the last four cups on Shoko’s side. He had his palms pressed flat on the table, glancing at your lips down to your plunging neckline. “Did you see him?”

You remained taciturn at the mere mention of your ex. Why was it important for Satoru to know? “So what if he’s here,” you mumbled, drinking the liquor straight without chaser. Your head was becoming dizzier by the second.

Satoru sneered and was about to say something more until the blonde and blue-eyed Brooke came to snake her arms around his torso. Tipsy? She looked like she was under the influence as her lids drooped down. The lazy smile on her face was still there when she looked up at Satoru’s face as if he was the prettiest man she had ever seen.

“You said you were gonna have fun with me,” she slurred, clinging to your man like you weren’t there. You tried as much to focus on shooting the goddamn pingpong ball while Satoru was playing house with Brooke next to you.

“Yeah, we will. Later.” His hand rubbed her lower back and lingered on the slope of her ass. You already averted your eyes to not see whatever else he was doing with her.

Unknown to you, Suguru and Shoko were teasingly nudging each other as they closely studied the expression on your face. Did you look annoyed? You didn’t even say anything but their playful gazes were meant to gauge on your reaction.

“Jealous?” Shoko egged on, taking her last drag on the cigarette before she tossed it to the floor. “Girls were all over him before you arrived, especially Brooke. Does that make you jealous?”

Jealous? You scoffed. “Fuck, no.” And yet, Suguru offered you a knowing smirk. “I swear. I don’t even feel anything for Satoru. He’s just another man with a dick that I can easily replace.”

The ‘oohs’ that came from the two almost made you laugh. You hardly even noticed how Satoru heard everything you just said after he came back from ditching Brooke to her circle of friends. It was safe to say that he didn’t look pleased with you. “You’re not jealous but you’re talking shit?” he bitterly laughed, tossing the pingpong ball and easily shooting it in.

“Did I hurt your ego?” you responded, huffing as the tension arose. Suguru had to sip on his cup with a quick look at Shoko as they listened. “Fuck who you want, I don’t care.”

Despite his pique, the corner of Satoru’s lips upturned into a humorless smirk. “You’re not a good actress, baby.”

Shoko and Suguru traded awkward glances before the rest of you finished the game. In the end, you and Satoru won because you were able to finish off their cups so his best friend handed the molly as promised.

Gojou took the initiative to place the light blue pill on his tongue, harshly pulling you for an open mouthed kiss so he could transfer the party drug by rolling his tongue to yours. It ended with you having a steamy make out session as the drug slowly absorbed its way to your system, causing you euphoria with your heightened senses and improved levels of serotonin.

Everything became swirling images that induced your midnight rhapsody.

The next thing you knew, you were laying on top of the pingpong table while Satoru was lining a smidgen of salt on your belly. Far too high to care, but you could hear hoots coming from an audience that you never realized was there as they watched how Satoru chugged from the bottle of tequila, soon leaning down to lick and sip the salt on your bare skin in front of everyone. The warmth of his tongue earned a giggle out of you before the intense effects of ecstasy finally took over.

You couldn’t tell what time it was but the frat basement only got crowded more than ever. The heat gave you beads of sweat and it urged Satoru to rid himself of his shirt to be bare-chested as you allowed your hips to grind against his crotch, moving in the same rhythm as the deafening music that resonated through the house.

The amount of jealous gazes that you received from the other girls made you scoff in your head. They were frustrated of another failed attempt to coax Satoru into sleeping with them because you were the biggest cockblock of all. You had the man wrapped around your fingers just like always.

“Baby, wanna go to my room?” Satoru drunkenly whispered on your ear, looping his finger on your pants to have you feel his growing bulge against your buttocks.

Despite the kaleidoscope of colors that left you in a euphoric daze, you turned around and nodded. “Okay, baby.”

That was how you found yourself naked in his bed, legs spread wide open while you were taking a drag on your cigarette to watch him do all the work. Your other hand held a tight grip on his white hair as he sunk his head between your thighs to give your inner folds a lavish suck. Swirling his tongue around your clit, encasing the sensitive bud between his plump lips—you were nothing but a moaning mess. He loved it as much as you did. The familiarity of your taste, the wetness of your core, and the titillating cries that you were trying hard to suppress.

You were in a trance-like state, staring at the blue LED lights that faintly illuminated his room as he continued lapping his tongue deeper in your entrance. The slurping sounds echoed through his four walls and you were shamelessly arching your back while his hands held your hips in place.

“Shit, do more,” you released another breathy moan, putting the cigarette stick between your lips only to have the smoke escape your mouth. Gojou then replaced his tongue with his hand, cupping your pussy and palming your genital in circular motions. He was entertained by the sight of you closing your eyes from satisfaction.

“I wanted to fuck Brooke tonight, you know,” he spoke in a low voice, looking down at you with a smug face as he worked on dipping two fingers deep inside your cunt. “But I’d feel bad if I left you alone.”

The hell? You snorted of disgust. If he was doing this to make you jealous, he failed. Just like his classes. “Fuck her, then. You think I give a shit?”

The muscles on his arm flexed when he curled his fingers around your velvet walls, now knuckles deep as he orchestrated his penetrative actions. “I’ll fuck her in front of you, how about that?” Your walls felt hollow when he withdrew his slick-coated fingers to grab your jaw and force you to look at his eyes. Long discarded on the ashtray was your cigarette in hand.

Fucking another girl in front of your eyes? You had to swallow your growing jealousy before they could show. “Then do it.”

He was immensely displeased. Even at that, he positioned his cock on your entrance with a face painted with vexation. “You wanna see me fuck her like this?” There was no warning when he slammed his cock inside your moistened cavern, leaving you gripping the sheets as the penetration elicited a whimper from you. “This pussy. I bet hers is tighter. Yours got loose after you let me hit it all the time.”

Your breasts were sore as it moved along with his forceful thrusts, still you didn’t hold back from slapping his cheek. “F-Fuck you,” you grunted, mouth parting open when he rutted you more heavily than the last. Frustration bathed his azure eyes just as his brows furrowed in annoyance. “Aah—Satoru!”

Fuck. Fuck, he was getting so rough.

“You’re just a whore.” Your jaw was locked on his hand while he was mercilessly pounding your cunt full of his thick cock. His girth stretched you open the more he angled his hips to reach your cervix. “Don’t ever make it seem like I’m more attached to you than you are to me. You don’t mean anything more than an easy fuck.”

Was this where his frustrations were coming from? You totally didn’t expect it and, for fuck’s sake, whoever said anything about attachments? You weren’t even thinking about it.

“I’m not attached to you, asshole,” you spat, pushing his chest while he was jostling himself harsher. “And I’ll never catch feelings for a community dick—ah, shit! Go slow!”

What the hell is wrong with him? He never usually cared about the topic of feelings and attachments. Whether it was the intoxication or the effect of drugs, you weren’t certain if he was serious about bringing it up. They said drunk people often speak their most lucid thoughts, but you didn’t know if you wanted that to be true.

One thing he was surely serious about though, was how determined he was at giving you a sore pussy with his desperate pace. It was so rough that the skin-slapping sounds were louder than his grunts. You were pulling his hair when he sucked your tit in his mouth, massaging the other breast with his hand to let your orgasm rise up slowly and gradually. Fuck, so good—you were losing your mind, and then he stopped.

He fucking stopped. He pulled his cock out of you before you could reach your high as he was now standing on the side to reach for his phone on the bedside table. Satoru started typing while you were left at sixes and sevens, completely unsatisfied in his bed. As nonplussed as you were, he was apathetic about your reaction.

“What the fuck?” you wailed, hoisting your body to sit upright. “What are you edging me for?”

“Shut the fuck up.” After he placed his phone atop his table, you two exchanged nasty glares. You didn’t know what game he was playing but he wanted to ruin you—you could see it in his eyes that he was upset with you. For what reason, exactly? The attachment thing? Wasn’t this relationship strictly no strings attached?

Unbelievable.

While you were seated in his bed wanting to argue with him, the door swung open as Brooke stumbled in with her mouth falling agape. There was only a minute of shock that went through her system when she saw you and Satoru in your nakedness.

“Hey, you called for me,” she was quick to giggle in her drunken state while Satoru hungrily met her for a heated kiss.

Things were happening way too fast before your mind could process it. You simply watched how Satoru slammed her back against the door, trapping you both in his room for his satisfaction alone. Maybe hers, too. Because Brooke was loving how desperate the guy was at unzipping her dress, immediately stripping her naked before he made her wrap her legs around his waist. The tip of his throbbing cock brushed at her entrance and you were stupefied to take in the salacious image in your head.

“Mm—!” she moaned through his lips as they swallowed each other’s face in ardency. His mouth found the smooth skin of her neck as he enveloped her on the mattress, completely discarding you on the side. “Y-Yes, fuck! Satoru!”

You didn’t expect that your heart would blaze in jealousy, the intense feeling was burning through your veins to ignite fire within your eyes. Your chest heaved when you drew in deep breaths, gathering the strength to pick up your underwear and put them on.

“D-Don’t you wanna join us?” Brooke asked, reaching for your wrist after you pulled your panties up.

Satoru momentarily halted from sucking her boob to look at you in sarcasm. “Yeah, I thought you didn’t mind?”

You didn’t. No shits given even when he started playing with her pussy with those slender fingers. No shits given even when he praised her for having the sexiest body he had ever seen.

Your pride was severely damaged but you have always been great at concealing your emotions with a huge impenetrable wall. Nothing could hurt you better than your ex did because you now learned to never give a damn about relationships.

“You’re so tight, Brooke. I’d fuck this pussy all night.” Satoru’s praises were more-so meant to injure your heart than it was to actually please her.

You hated that smug look on his face thinking that he was triumphant at evoking your jealousy. Unfortunately for him, you were ten times more toxic. How exactly could you turn the situation around? One thing. It was to show your indifference.

You showed it by pushing Satoru off Brooke, pulling the girl up to lock your lips against hers. She happily indulged herself from your soft kisses, allowing you more access as you trailed your tongue on the crook of his neck. “Women know how to please each other better, right?”

In the corner of your eyes, Gojou was amused at the sight that he started pumping his cock from the arousal he gained. What a jerk.

“You’re so pretty,” Brooke flirted, gazing at your face as you spread her legs open. She was wet and absolutely warm when you dunked two fingers inside her cunny. “Oh—yeah!”

Satoru, on the other hand, was now positioning his cock near her mouth, holding his shaft as he slapped the tip against her tongue. “Suck me.”

Very obliging, she did. Her mouth was easily wrapped around his cock, bobbing her head to suck his length while pumping the other half for his pleasure. Her cheeks were even hollowed with each ardent suck.

All the while, you and Satoru were engaged in a staring contest. He was gazing down at you while you were glaring up at him, trying to read each other’s minds to no avail. Did he think this was fun? Well, it fucking was.

Brooke’s cunt was already pink and sore as you scissored your fingers inside her cavern. Because she was busy sucking Satoru’s dick, she didn’t notice how the man affectionately stroked your hair with his fingers. Now he wanted to be soft?

“His cock’s good, right?” you asked Brooke who hummed in response, swiveling her head to take him balls deep in her mouth. You withdrew your hand from her core and lowly chuckled. “That cock’s been in my pussy every day. You should deep throat him.”

At least you were able to bury your jealousy by playing around. However, you were done with this game and you no longer wished to stay another minute through it. Satoru was too occupied at moaning Brooke’s name as you got up and put your slick-coated fingers inside his mouth so he could suck the blonde’s juices off your digits.

That was the last service you did before you wore your clothes and prepared to leave, not before you took out a packet of condom from Gojou’s drawer. You’ve slept in his room way too many times that you knew where he would hide his things.

“Use a condom and don’t nut inside her,” you reminded, unwrapping the packet with your teeth before handing it to him.

His cerulean eyes stared at you in confusion. “Where you goin’?”

“Dorm, I’m tired.” Did he expect you to sleep next to him after all this?

“No. Stay with m—” He tugged at your arm as if he cared about your departure when he was literally getting his dick sucked. The 180 turn of his emotions was absurd and you didn’t want to deal with it. “Whatever.”

You gestured towards the girl before you stepped away. “Have fun with Brooke.”

Mondays. You hated Mondays.

Mostly because you had a full load on the first day of the week and you had to attend a 7AM Humanities class. You barely even spent the weekend well because you were hungover throughout Saturday while your Sunday rendezvous was an afternoon lunch at the city with your mom.

Now you were back to being a ‘responsible’ college student by attending your classes so as not to miss any lectures because the semester was coming to an end. It was no surprise to see the lecture hall filled with students for once as everyone were desperate to catch up on the previous lectures they failed to attend.

You had no idea what Gojou was up to but you hadn’t spoken to him since that night at the frat house. He might have been too busy fucking Brooke all night but you also wouldn’t be shocked if it was just a one-night stand. Not being tied down was simply Satoru’s nature. It seemed that Brooke was aware because the girl casually greeted you this morning when she saw you rushing out of the residence halls seemingly unashamed of your situation last Friday.

And fine, maybe you were still bothered by the threesome thing but not because you had anything against Brooke. It was merely the way Satoru transitioned from being rough to inviting another girl out of spite was what somehow irked you and you did feel an iota of jealousy at the fact that he was willing to fuck another girl just to prove his point. He went from calling you a whore and telling you that you had a loose cunt to worshipping Brooke and saying she has the tightest pussy he has ever had. What kind of man would fucking say that? Intoxicated or not, he went below the belt and hurt your feelings.

The frown on your face seemed to have reflected your deep thoughts because the stranger who slid next to you was fast to point it out.

Only, when his voice slithered through your ears, you realized that this was the last man you wished to see. “Bad day?”

You turned your head to see fucking Ryomen Sukuna comfortably lounging in his seat with a football on his hand. It was for the first time in months that your heart was in complete frenzy again. The very presence of your ex was enough to clear all the thoughts you’ve just had because he was powerful enough to bring your attention solely around him.

“The fuck are you doing here?” you hissed, facing away to focus on the lecture.

You absolutely despised how you still find him handsome when he was grinning. “Because I have class here?” He was playing with the football in his hand as he looked at you. “You partied last Friday, huh?”

Remembering how Satoru mentioned that this guy was indeed at the frat house last time, he must have seen all the shit that you did while you were inebriated out of your wits.

“None of your business and,” you briefly met his amused eyes to scowl at him, “don’t fucking talk to me.”

Last time you checked, this man was a manipulative bastard. He was a serial cheater who gaslighted you into thinking that you were at fault for his disloyalty. That you were never enough, that you had to do better, that something was wrong with you. As a woman deeply in love, you gave everything to Sukuna that you endured his toxicity. You even had a fallout with your mom when you chose to live with him off-campus within your first two years in university because you were so fucking in love with him. Well, until the manipulation and the cheating happened.

The only person who helped you get out of the relationship was Shoko—always one to give you advices, always one to comfort you through your pain. Still, the trauma that you experienced from your fucked-up relationship with Sukuna made you believe that you could no longer commit to any man.

And then you met Satoru. Although there were no labels between you two, he brought in some sense of comfort. Only until last Friday night when you started to see the red flags within yours and Satoru’s beneficial friendship that it made you want to step back a little.

“I’m just talking, I’m not even doing anything,” Sukuna countered, relaxing in his seat with his bicep brushing against your arm. “Are you still that guy’s plaything?”

You scooted away. “I’m not a plaything.”

His sonorous chuckle was a melody in itself, but you weren’t swayed by it anymore. “Yeah? Did you know he punched me when I told him you were just my leftover?”

This information had you looking at his self-approving face. “What?”

“He didn’t tell you?” He glanced at your lips then back at your eyes. You already knew this trick so well. “Frankly, I’d easily punch him too but coach’s gonna put me on probation if I started a scuffle.”

Your brows creased in befuddlement. “I could care less about what you’d have done. I wanna know why you talked to him.”

There was only mirth in his eyes, one that mocked your stern visage. You wondered what business Sukuna had with Satoru, but he already answered your curiosity with an honest albeit monotonous response, “He talked to me. Dude’s asking me to stay away from you.” Indifference laced his tone as he continued. “I think it’s selfish of him since he’s fucking other bitches when you’re not around.”

Considering your rising ire, you chose to defend the white-haired man nonetheless. “We’re not tied to each other so he can do what he wants.”

“Man. If that was us before then we’d never have broken up.”

You were damn tired of this. It was clear as day that Sukuna never valued your relationship the same way you did but to remind you of it like he was pouring salt to the wound? Fucking uncalled for.

Having to bear Sukuna’s presence for three hours was a nightmare and you were swift at gathering your stuff to leave the lecture hall as soon as the class ended. You found him following your tail as you got out of the room, and much to your luck, you happened to have stumbled into a wide-eyed Satoru who seemed to have been waiting for you outside.

“Wh-What are you doing here?” Your question was ignored as he kept an unyielding look towards your jackass of an ex.

The tension grew when Sukuna placed a hand on your back to make it appear as though you had been cool around him. He knew what he was doing and he was clearly winning.

Because when you looked at Satoru, he was a minute close to punching the guy squarely on the face. “I told you to stay away from her.”

Your ex released a derisive snort. “Why should I listen to a snowflake?”

“Enough!” You were pulling Satoru’s wrist, dragging him away from Sukuna before they could have another exchange of provocation. Nothing about this had you prepared and your loud sigh was to release your exasperation.

To your surprise, Gojou bitterly snatched his wrist away from you. “You’re whoring yourself to him again?”

“Are you kidding me?” you raised your voice as you two stood outside of the building. “Stop calling me a whore, you fucking asshole. He’s the one who talked to me and I don’t even have to explain myself to you.”

Seriously, what was his deal? He was acting on the boyfriend role when he was not even appointed to be one. Why has Satoru started being weird like this? You two agreed to be in this setup. He was the one who constantly insisted that falling in love was not his thing. Never his thing. These questions bugged your head and left your brain jumbled because you couldn’t understand why he was being like this.

“If you’re getting back at me because of Brooke, that’s stupid ‘cause you said it was fine—”

“Woah,” you cut him off before he could continue, “I’m not pissed about that.”

Lies. You did feel an ounce of jealousy but that was long gone now and he didn’t seem to accept it well. That didn’t stop his hand from lacing around your fingers while his ocean orbs searched for love in yours.

“Can we just—for fuck’s sake! Let’s stop playing this game,” he said in complete submission. “Just date me. Let’s turn us into a real thing, Y/N. It could work.”

You were swallowed by your own voice as nothing came out of your parted lips knowing that the next words you would say might be something you might regret. Because for one of two things, you didn’t see this coming. Two, the idea of dating scared you.

Commitment required a lot of emotional stability and trusting your partner was another factor that you were not ready to plunge yourself into. With your previous failed relationship with Sukuna in mind, you knew you were just bound to catapult your heart back into an abyss once your relationship with Satoru did not work.

At the end of the day, he was a man. If your heart was torn asunder, it would be easy for him to find someone new but it would take you years to heal from the pain. You were already satisfied with what you were to him and he to you, so why would he ever want to ruin it?

“Satoru, I’m sorry I don’t date.”

Ironically, you might have been the one that ruined it.

Standing beneath the aureate skies was you and him, enshrouded by the amalgam of heartbreak and unfamiliar pain. Satoru’s eyes glinted of dejection as he took slow backward strides, face hardening into a stone to mask his blues.

It wasn’t just his entire countenance that changed before your eyes but also the friendship that you’ve built together for a year.

“Fine,” he answered, spitting the bitterness in his mouth through his words. “I guess your roommate would be interested to date me.”

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Funny German Intercourse phrase to Pimp your Deutscher grimey chat

You may be knowledgeable about German given that code that is mighty by ridiculously inquisitive forms and simply as nosy dance club bouncers. In this specific article series, we have been challenging that instead undesirable idea by accumulating a few of the juiciest parts this language is offering. It is best all- all- natural this particular journey provides fundamentally brought us to function some weird talk that is dirty. This listicle might consequently getting a bit less functional than our very own past editorials featuring informal German, some great German insults, and distinctive German keywords free adult hardcore porn of joy. However if either crazy intercourse things or merely unconventional chemical nouns will be your thing, you’re planning to become fortunate!

Lustperle

They does not grab enough time to understand this is behind the pearl of need. For a few, discovering they in actuality can in fact longer take considerably. As numerous some other terms regarding the listing, it really is quite graphic – however in a means which makes it perhaps perhaps not completely lacking of a subtle appeal, which may not end up being mentioned when it comes to following admission…

Once again, very specific: the skin whip. Usually tends to make me personally think about the notorious explanation I began studying German to start with, particularly Rammstein. Their unique words initially introduced us to the concept that is closely related of mit dem Fleischgewehr”. I’m maybe not claiming it absolutely was always this sight that forced me to push region, it absolutely aided arouse my personal interest.

Morgenlatte

When this looks for your requirements as a morning that is innocent order, you’re still apparently unacquainted with how cunning the German words may be. Asking their lovable barista for any morgenlatte with a supplementary try can potentially go for the operate of spoken intimate harassment. In some sort of where latte is really a word for hard-on, hearing it screamed gazillion times each day in coffee stores nearly feels obscene. Yet, the Germans are able to hold a face that is straight.

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Vцgeln

This package here’s a verb which exact interpretation will have to become something such as ‘’to bird’’, but somehow it is said to be similar to the much more ’ficken’’ that is vulgar. I happened to be literally destroyed in interpretation at this time, immediately after which my personal indigenous language stumbled on the relief. The thing is that, in Polish, it is not unusual to mention to a manhood by contacting they a small bird.

You really need to have heard about geil – or even, take a good look at our very own relaxed guide that is german. While geil is certainly caused by lacking of intimate connotations, angegeilt is much like their greater type – and really does advise horniness of suitable proportions.

Thinking about the duration additionally the thickness of consonants per syllable, this could perhaps maybe maybe not stumble on once the word that is cutest in the listing, however we ensure your it’s. From the thing I could collect, ‘’the little hr of this shepherd’’ isn’t limited by opportunity or members. Wiktionary describes it ‘’Rendezvous mit Geschlechtsverkehr’’. Could that be a 18th millennium type of a single night stay?

Fickstьck

The idea behind ”fuckpiece” may be similar to the skin whip, but does not fundamentally need certainly to. Most likely, there’s even more to gender compared to the straightforward Geschlechtsverkehr, and there’s some potential for some other areas of the body signing up for in from the fun at the same time. A fuckpiece try an expression similarly comprehensive and trivial: objectifying most of the people who own crave pearls and lattes alike morning.

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Zweilochstute

Performed we ever state this short article was actually SFW? Well, now that you have made they towards the conclusion anyhow, here’s some arbitrary German trivia you will never know whenever you may need. A Zweichlostute try just a ”mare with two holes”, and for that reason could act as a very term that is practical a circumstances where a guy is actually creating utilization of his two satisfaction pits. The act depicted in the illustration below does not quite explore the possibilities of the hole number a woman is blessed by, but guess what in this view of things? The German language has actually prepared for this type of example and offered the consumers with ”Dreilochstute”, for people females that love to simply take their multitasking one step further.

by Michalina on April 12th, 2018 updated on December 18th, 201 in tales

I usually believe a Fickstьck is actually an individual that a) is extremely fuckable and b) likes drilling rather loads, although composing they all the way down that way, it would appear that includes mostly folks so maybe you’re correct.

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