➷ the pledges find vp frat!kuna’s stash of X rated polaroids of you [fwb]
[18+] mdni. nsfw. fwb. pledge hazing. f!reader. piv. raw. angst. sex photos. heavy spanking. spitting. creampie. cumdump. obsession with his happy trail ㅤꨄ︎
the pledges have never been smart. of course, how could they be in this particular fraternity, when their president was none other than satoru gojo.
and just like any other fraternity, these pledges are at the president’s, and seniors, beck and call. however, they had to be much more careful, because this frat houses the most chaotic boys on campus: one was their infamous president, the second was their second in command, suguru geto, and the worst, was their brutal vice president, ryomen sukuna.
all this to say. you cannot blame the pledges for following a very thorough treasure hunt gojo and geto and few others put together for them.
nor could they be blamed for the consequences that eventually led to them standing out in the cold in only boxers, and a very angry vice president pacing back and forth with a bat, ready to swing.
“cmon man, how the fuck were we supposed to know you changed the location this year?” gojo laughs a few feet away, mouth full of lies, and bundled up in his warm hoodie and jacket. geto smug as shit right beside him.
sukuna feels his veins strain. grip tightening around the handle.
“y-yeah man, we didn’t know—“
“you shut the fuck up!” sukuna snaps, bat swinging immediately and stopping just inches from colliding with the pledges’ temple. “did i fucking tell you to speak?”
the pledge shakes his head frantically, tears brimming, and body trembling from fear and cold.
sukuna glances at the six other pledges lined up, their eyes falling to their bare feet.
“what did i fucking say about my room?” sukuna seethes, voice deep with real threat, his grip adjusting on the handle, pointing at every pledge. “answer me, idiots!”
“off limits, sir!” they shout in union.
“then why the fuck did you guys go in!” sukuna is completely feral, scary red eyes ablaze, chest heaving, and how could he not be?
these six idiots looking for the infamous fraternity’s ‘key of truth’, decided to follow gojo and geto’s shit treasure map, and ended up in their vice president’s room.
of course, sukuna couldn’t know that the six of them were basically shitting their pants, playing rock paper scissors to see who goes in. or that three of them were on the verge of tears when they got chosen and started convincing the others maybe this isn’t where president gojo said to go.
but it felt like a homerun when they finally found the small box full of band stickers under his bed. just like gojo had told them. so instead of being smart and checking to see if the key was inside, they instead ran down the stairs and waited until the next day when they had all the items and presented it to gojo and geto, all standing in a line like they’re in the army, and watched as gojo checked off each item off the treasure list.
until he arrived at the box.
familiar with the box, but curious as one should always be when they go into their frat brothers room and always see this box on his bed. one could only lie and tell the pledges the key was in here.
gojo and geto were huddled together as they opened the box. because what could it be?? maybe the key was really in here, along with some smokes coach toji had given him, or a few pills to take the edge off, or a few hardcore magazines—as if they’re in the 90s and don’t have twitter for that—but still the two boys felt their entire bodies buzz with excitement once the lid fell open.
geto’s smug voice had the pledges leaning forward, especially when gojo pulled out an old camera, and a stack of polaroids.
they could recognize you anywhere. especially with that little smile of yours as you laid on sukuna’s bed, arm lazily draped on your breasts concealing yourself well, and the soft glow of your skin from the glistening sweat of your naked body.
another photo was of you on top, straddling their vp’s lap and his rough hand enveloping one of your breasts, fingers digging into the flesh and your lashes closed in bliss.
then another of you, sucking his middle finger while also flipping the camera off.
then another of you suckling on the tip of sukuna’s thick pulsing cock. pretty doey eyes staring up at the camera. as manicured nails struggled to fully wrap around the entire base, his groomed pubes in sight.
then another of you walking towards his bathroom, completely naked, fresh bruises on your pretty ass, and bite marks on your shoulders.
then another of you sleeping on your stomach, and his hand grabbing your ass, showcasing the bruised hand marks that decorate each cheek.
then another and another, and it just kept going. it was fucking insane. their was a variety, of course geto felt more guilty seeing the ones of you completely naked, while gojo was in hysterics tossing each one back into the box when he was done gawking and laughing.
“this fucking idiot has a treasure chest of her hiding under his bed!” gojo’s laugh rang through the living room, and every pledge felt another knife being pushed into their backs when they fully gawked at the photos too. they’re so fucked. but they couldn’t look away, some even smiling as they caught glimpses of the infamous girl that slept with their vp.
and gojo couldn’t ignore the fact that there were a couple of photos of sukuna from who he’s assuming is your point of view. or that there were also some blurry ones of you just laughing, or talking beside his bed. of course, all the photos were taken in this room which meant it was just some stupid little kink you guys had, but still, the amount of polaroids here just made it obvious that the man—
“what the fucks going on here?”
the pledges stiffen, including geto and gojo in momentary surprise. fingers halting around the photos, sensing the looming man’s presence behind them.
“just the annual treasure hunt, y’know—shit man—!” gojo laughs as he turns, but his collar immediately gets snatched in the man grip.
“you better be joking right now,” sukuna seethes in his face. gojo tilts his head away, used to being handled so aggressively by the former that this reaction doesn’t surprise him at all. and just like all the times he’s been yelled at before, it was just easier to put the blame on someone else—
“the pledges decided to go in your room since I told em you kept the frat key on you.”
the second those words slip out of the president’s mouth, every single pledge has tears welling up in their eyes. and geto makes no effort to correct him either. intrigued on how sukuna will find another way to torture these poor freshmen on the basis that they saw the scandalous photos he’s been taking of his so called “sex buddy” that just so happens to look more and more intimate and romantic the deeper they looked.
“ya did it on purpose,” sukuna’s grip tightens, practically choking the white haired idiot. “you always fucking snoop around my room—“
“nuh uh!” gojo shrieks. “i should make suguru vice president since he’s the only one that’s ever fucking here for any of this shitty pledge games! and he never accuses me of being a liar!”
sukuna doesn’t miss the way geto’s brow hits the ceiling— they all know that’s a fucking a lie. hell geto was the one that passed up the vp role and dropped it onto sukuna’s lap, since he convinced gojo it was a guard dog role.
however, sukuna’s gaze snaps back down to the open box, a few of the polaroids dropped on the table when he grabbed gojo.
shit, this looked bad didn’t it? his chest twists in anger, hot blood pumping faster as he catches a few pledges still gawking at the them as they keep their heads down. which ones were they looking at? was it the one of you sucking his cock, or the one of you holding you pinching your own nipples, or was it the one he captured of his cum smeared all over your bruised ass—
the loud command had gojo flinching, covering his ear, and the pledges didn’t hesitate to start ripping their warm autumn clothes off.
“keep y’r fucking panties on, I don’t wanna see your dicks!” sukuna shouts when one pledge slid them off with his pants. “outside now!”
they all scramble, tripping and shoving each other to get out the door.
sukuna shoves gojo back, rounding the couch and collecting the polaroids. his eyes catching the few non-sex ones he’d taken, ignoring the way his cheeks felt a little hot knowing these dipshits saw them—
“i don’t know why you’re being a sour pus about it, it’s not like you haven’t taken polaroids of other girls before,” gojo starts, sitting back on the couch arms crossed. geto hums.
sukuna’s sharp eyes snap to them, “y’know that’s different.”
“how? because this girl is a better fuck than the rest?” geto’s words were brutal. sukuna’s hand twitches around the photos. tongue poking his cheek in controlled anger.
gojo laughs, loud and obnoxious. “we’re just fucking around, we weren’t ogling them, we were just curious—“
“i fucking told you guys I’m not showing you photos of her! if y’ want some jerk off material, take y’r own damn photos,” sukuna slams the box shut.
“but you always take the best ones because of the camera,” gojo whines, only for geto to pull a photo out of thin air.
your pretty lips are parted, expression soft and sweet, laying like an actual pillow princess on his bed. the soft morning light hitting your skin perfectly he can practically feel the softness of it from just the photo. and that’s all it was. a perfectly captured polaroid of you sleeping peacefully on his bed in the asscrack of dawn.
“what?” he reaches for the photo, hesitate to grab it to aggressively or he’d bend it. but he snatches it nonetheless.
geto shrugs, “she looks cute here,” he doesn’t miss the way the pink haired man practically seethes. “you’re pretty fucking defensive—“
“fuck off,” sukuna rolls his eyes, scoffing dramatically. “I’m not some asshole that’ll show y’ a girl who’s naked and only let me take those photos because i told her I wouldn’t show anyone.”
“you did that with everyone else though,” geto points.
sukuna laughs, humorously, “well I didn’t have a fucking deal with the rest, that’s it. I can respect a woman’s fucking privacy.”
“only when it benefits you,” geto was so quick with the rebuttals, he doesn’t miss the way sukuna’s veins start to strain on his neck.
“yeah,” sukuna licks his teeth.
and that’s how he’s taking his anger out. even though he knows exactly what gojo and geto were trying to do. he couldn’t bare looking past the obvious reasons why it made him angry when anyone saw those photos.
you asked him not too. it was easy as that.
sure, his camera was infamous in the frat. something his grandfather had given him and he decided to make a stupid tradition of taking polaroids of girls with his cum splattered on them. the girls with huge tits, or a nice ass, or a pretty face, and the boys would love it, and some even started showing normal photos on their phones, but it was nothing compared to the artistry of this old polaroid camera.
they never claimed to be good people. it was such a dickish thing to do, but it’s not like anyone was stopping them—aside from nanami, who fucking snaps at them whenever he happens to be around when they talk about it— but still, it wasn’t until he remembered the camera when you were grinding on top of him so pretty, did the question slip out.
“can I take a pic of you?”
your brows furrow, one hand still over his as he squeezed your nipple, the other resting on his chest for balance.
“what d’you mean? why?” your pretty cheeks were flushed, lips glossy and bitten from earlier, blinking at him with mixed confusion.
“I’ve got this old ass camera my gramps gave me, and y’ look hot grinding on my dick all whiney and drooling—jus’ a kink, s’ all,” he shrugs, all casual. as if his admission didn’t make you flush just a bit, brow raising, trying to ignore the way your pussy clenches around his fat cock and not missing the way his sharp canines peak with his smirk.
“m’ not drooling,” you mutter, sighing as you continue rolling your hips, enjoying the way his cock fills you up so good. this was one of the best feelings ever, having sukuna’s dick stuffing you so full, something you’d never admit out loud. “so you’ve done this before?”
he hums. legs adjusting as they spread wider, angling his hips up to let you feel his cock deeper. you whine, rubbing your hand over his muscular pec, nails gently scratching at the tattoos.
“y’ cant show anyone else though, okay?”
his lips curl into a smirk, all the girls are the same, “course not.”
yet, how was he going to explain the internal twist he felt when he captured the photo, and your eyes were looking directly at his chest. “you shy or somethin’?” he laughs.
“if there’s a camera in my face when I’m riding someone’s dick, then yeah—“
“you’re grinding, babe. y’r not even close to riding my dick right now,” he snorts.
you tsk, rolling your eyes, “it was a long day, it’s not easy—“ you stop yourself mid sentence, but the shit eating grin is plastered all over his face.
“what was that?” he holds back a laugh, “not easy to ride this dick? how many times does this make it and you’re still not used to the size?” his words immediately has your pussy fluttering, he grunts, smiling wider.
“whatever take your damn picture already,” you huff, “weirdo. probably keep a secret box of all ‘em. weirdo,” you try your best to ignore the camera right under you, but it was pretty hard, especially when he snaps the picture pulling the polaroid out and shaking it.
“I’m practicing my porno skills. if everything goes to shit I’ll just take photos for playboy magazine or something. gotta build the portfolio, woman.”
you laugh, “you’re dumb as fuck,” you shake your head, still laughing making the man smirk, chuckling.
“you’ll see, ‘m gonna take more photos, show ya’ how pretty y’look, but first,” he puts the camera aside, hands sliding up to your ass, planting his feet on the bed, “I need you to fucking ride this dick—!”
“wai—ah!” you cry, immediately falling forward as he snaps his hips up. the wet slaps fill his bedroom, deafening. his tip drags against your sweet spot, hitting you so deep, you’re able to push up, painting wet kisses all over his neck, panting against his ear, sighing every time he groans into yours in reply.
“you feel s’good, such a good pussy, always so wet and tight,” he grunts into your ear, hand cracking down on your ass. “sit up, baby, keep riding so I can see that puffy clit—y’ wanna rub it against me yeah?”
your sweet whine goes straight to his pulsing cock, especially when you listen and push off his shoulders, chin damp with drool and lips glossy, pretty eyes full of unshed tears.
“you’re such a little slut, c’mon sit fully up, I did most of the work, keep the pace—ngh haah yeah, fuck your pussy’s fuckin’ tight, you feel me deep?”
you nod all dumb and cockdrunk.
“where d’ya feel me, babe?”
you whine, trying to bounce on his big cock, hips slamming as you feel the ache in your legs, but ignoring it because his thick veins were protruding around his dick the drag agaisnt your squelching walls felt so good— his words sink in making your pussy clench around him. manicured nails trail from his abs to rest your soft palm on the bulge in your pelvis.
“y’ feel me there?” sukuna eggs, tongue running across his bottom lip watching your pace slow for second as you stare at the bulge, whining when his rough thumb comes to your clit, pressing against it, before rubbing quick tight circles, making your hips stutter bouncing faster, back arching, showing off more of your pretty tits bouncing lewdly like his little pornstar. “yeah?”
“y-yeah, feel-feel it in my tummy—ahh—“ your body squirms, before planting your palms back on his abs, raising your hips again to come slamming down, his head hit the pillow, head falling back with a loud moan.
“fuck jus’ like that!” he cracks another hand down on your ass, the stinging making you wince and moan, head falling back in pleasure. his thumb continues its quick circles.
“fuck ryo—don’t stop, angh fuck ‘s good, feels fuck—!” you cry out, mouth falling agape chasing your high, whining even louder when he pinches your clit before rubbing fast circles again, the squelching filling the room. the scent of sex and him taking over your senses.
your lashes flutter shut, back arching so beautifully on top of him, chasing your high with mean slams down his cock.
you don’t realize his free hand left your upper thigh to grab the camera beside him, bringing it up to his eye, his tongue peaking out as he looks at the soft light from his nightstand reflecting off your curves, and the way your nipples create a soft shadow as they’re perked up and hard, your glossy bitten lips agape in high pitched moans—snap.
“angh fuck ‘m coming!” you cry, body trembling as you try to ride out your crashing high, vision white, knocking you out. “ryo—!” his legs have already planted themselves on the bed, arms locking around your torso pulling you down to his chest, as he uses you to reach his own orgasm. you’re hugging his head, lips kissing his cheeks and ear, moans so whiney from the overstimulation, pussy squirming on-top of him , unknowingly getting him closer just by your voice.
“fuck keep talkin’ babe, gonna fill ya’ up, tell me y’ want it—“
“mmm ya want it inside—cum inside me—ah fuck y’r twitching inside me—“ you whine directly into his ear, nails scratching his nape, fingers running through his pretty locks, tugging harshly with the brutal thrusts. you lick his sensitive earlobes, making him flinch in pleasure, hips pistoning up from under you, wet plaps fill your ears along with his deep groans. fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, pulling it apart, you’ve already drenches his thighs, his abs flex feelings your mixed juices run down coating his full balls.
“haah fuck, stupid cocksleeve, y’r pussy is squeezing me, gonna kill me—“
“wanna cum with you, ryo,” you whine, hips trying to grind back with every thrust up, pressing your face into his, nuzzling yourself close, whining when you feel the coarse wet hairs of his pubes grind against your clit.
“selfish brat—ngh shit ‘m close—“ sukuna chokes, veins straining on his neck as your lips move to meet his. his tongue automatically opening, so natural as the kiss turns messy and wet, drool and spit mixing as his abs tighten, balls tightening up and you moan loud into his mouth. cumming together.
“ngh fuck—fuck—“ his hips tremble, the pleasure crashing through just like all the times before when you fuck. your pussy milks him, fluttering like a shy slut as his load paints your inside with sticky white cum.
you’re completely spent. panting against his lips, drool falling into his mouth as he rubs your waist. “you came like three fucking times,” he pants, chest heaving underneath you.
“like two times,” you pant, sitting up slowly, eyes falling on the camera, picking it up. “my turn,” you mutter still out of breath, examining the type of camera before raising it to your eye.
it’s hard not to admire a man like sukuna.
he’s huge. ripped. the insane tattoos that span across his sculpted body, and he has that lady killer face. the deep eyes that consume you. the thick brows you can’t help but brush a thumb over. the chiseled jaw littered with your kisses. sharp canines that you can’t help tonguing when you kiss. and of course those naturally glossy pink lips that’s so easy to get drunk off of.
you’re leaning up just a bit, his semi hard cock still nestled inside you as you point the lens at him. the frothy white base easily visible to him.
“there’s no your turn, why the fuck would I want pictures of myself?” he huffs, thick brows pinching in confused annoyance, glaring harshly at the lens trying to sit up—
“because I said, stop whining,” your soft palm presses against his chest pushing him back down. “you shy?”
“I jus’ fucking nutted inside you, and you’re pointin’ a camera in my face. give me a second to breathe,” he mutters, chest clearly still heaving, out of breath.
“almost like what I said,” you stick your tongue out behind the camera, and he rolls his eyes, thumb brushing the sweat on his forehead.
“you liked it, y’r pussy got all tight when I took it,” he reminisces, biting his lip, sharp eyes glancing down at the mess between your legs. humming in satisfaction at the sight.
“my pussy will get tight if I take a picture of you,” you say, and that seems to get him to lay still. “just be natural,” you mutter, not realizing how he’s ignoring the way he listens to you, just to feel your pussy tighten, hands running over your hips in anticipation, letting you snap your picture before he’s snatching it away. “careful,” you whine, leaning over his face to reach for his stretched out arm.
“nice view,” he smirks, face smushed between your tits as you carefully take the polaroid out of the camera, before sitting back on his lap, pussy tightening when you feel his cock start to harden again.
“moaning and groaning about taking my picture, ‘s only fair,” you shrug, fanning the polaroid gently waiting for it to come to life. sukuna rolls his eyes, glancing over at the three he’d taken earlier. “oh, did they come out good?” you immediately reach over the bed to snatch the them up. “eww!!” you shriek.
sukuna barks out a laugh, reaching over to take a look, but you’re pulling away, still analyzing the three.
“ew no these are so bad what the hellllll!”
“shut up—lemme see,” he’s still laughing, holding your wrists to prevent you from hiding them, and snatching them from your grasps.
“see! just—“ you hold a hand to your mouth fake gagging. “throw them out, rip them up—burn it. I can’t look at it—“
you’re rambling faded into the background of his mind, because his pupils are blown, and his chest is hot.
“what the—you’re unbelievable,” you squirm, unintentionally clenching around his now fully hard cock.
“you look hot,” he mutters, still admiring the photos. “I’m a goddamn artist.”
“what’re you saying—that one is so bad!” you shriek pointing at the one he took of you mid-orgasm. no one wants to see that.
“fuck off, you always look like that when you cum—“
“don’t say that!” you cry out, covering your ears dramatically shaking your head.
“the lighting is so good,” his tongue peaks out to wet his lips, and you hate how you’re distracted by his weird gawking. especially when you sit up straighter, tilting your head in fax confusion.
“I said y’ look hot, that’s nothing new,” he easily answers, you roll your eyes.
“but in the picture…how?”
his eyes casually flick up to you, catching the glint in your irises. you little fuck.
his tongue pokes his cheek, holding back a smirk. “your nipples in the pic is all pretty and perky,” he starts listing, free hand casually moving over to rub his thumb against your nipple. you hum in pleasure, letting him continue.
“your skin…” he glances at the photo, cheeks hot as he feels down your torso, squeezing your hips, “looks like it’s glowing in this light, and it looks soft as shit,” he groans, rough palm feeling the contrast of your soft skin under his finger tips.
you hum again, grinding on his pulsing cock now, his tip casually kissing your sweet spot every grind, fuck he’s so naturally big you blush, his coarse pubes scratch against your swollen clit, adding to your dizziness.
“you’re lips are a mess,” he shifts his thighs open, groaning as you continue rocking, your soft fingers holding his wrist, keeping his palm pressed to your center now, nails gently scratching his forearm, as the other caresses his splayed out fingers. “can see your drool, and y’r cheeks are all wet from cryin’—“
“I don’t cry,” you whisper out, holding back a pathetic moan, because he’s staring up at you from under his thick lashes.
“yeah whatever,” he scoffs, picture falling to the side, because now he can’t take his eyes off of you grinding like a needy bitch, pushing his body up, lips meeting your sternum, kissing between your breasts, licking up your collarbones, before brushing his lips across your own. “fuck, the real thing really is better, but those photos don’t make you look any less,” he mutters, finally wrapping a strong arm around your middle, flipping you both in seconds.
“your dick got hard because of those photos or me?” you quip, letting him pin your wrists above your head. your back arching up, hips grinding up waiting for him to move.
he smirks, “both.” he kisses your lips hot and messy, tongue grinding and mixing with yours as he starts pulling his hips back and snapping them sharp and precise, tip hitting your sweet spot in the first go. “don’t worry, I’ll take more photos,” he kisses your lips, harder, hips driving into you faster, rougher— “of your lips,” he kisses, panting harder as you start whining, “of your tits,” he lists, wet plaps fill the room again. bed creaking. “of your bruised ass,” he groans deep, planting a firm hand beside your head as he picks up the pace. “this slutty fucking pussy—ngh fuck—you’d like that?”
“i wanna take some of you too—ahh, fuck harder ryo!—“
your wrists twist in his grasp, desperate to mark his back as you feel his twitching dick stretch you open, pussy sucking him back every thrust as if his previous load isn’t being shoved deeper inside you and spilling your inner thighs.
“fine,” he groans, face hovering of yours, grip bruising around your wrists as you tilt your chin up, licking his bottom lip. “but only because I wanna jerk off to y’r photos.”
“perv. you jerk off without me?”
“it’s pretty hard,” he admits, laughing when you smile. “cocky shit.”
“you said it, not me,” your lips part, “right there right there—haah fuckk—“
“I know right there,” he snorts. pistoning harder, slamming his fat tip against your squishy sweet spot, veins dragging against your walls making your back arch off the bed. eyes unable to leave your cute face twisting in pleasure.
“gonna cum—close!” you cry, trying to break free from his grip again, but he’s not letting up, lips still kissing and wetting your cheek with his messy tongue.
“fuck barely been five minutes,” he laughs, but doesn’t stop his ruthless pace. “y’r gonna cum, then I’ll fuck you for myself.” you cry out louder. his stomach flips, grinning like a psychotic sex manic, but really he’s elated with any reaction he gets from you.
your eyes half lidded, so blissed as you open your lips for him, chanting his name so adorably, you’re making his stomach twist. “fuck you’re precious…” he mutters.
“huh—ah ngh!—“ you’re so close, head going hazy, along with your senses, unable to digest what he’d just mumbled, especially when his lips start attacking yours, desperate for your pussy to flutter and squeeze his cock to death as you cum.
“let go, cmon cream all over my dick, y’ like how full your tummy is getting? let go,” he chants in your ear, making you whine louder. “jus’ like that pretty girl, i could take a photo of you now. hang it all over my room and door, have your cum face plastered all over the frat so everyone knows how good I make y’ feel.”
your moans get louder, more pathetic, pussy fluttering from his words. he chuckles.
“you’re so easy—you wanna be my slutty musé, woman?” he coos, degrading.
you whine, hips grinding up, mouth agape as his cock squelches, wet thrusts fill your ears, sticky mess covering your thighs, in webby cum, chasing the tightening coil in your tummy. “c-close—pl-pleasee ryo—please—!” your eyes are going blurry, tears filling them just like they always do, and he’s laughing, kissing your lips, muttering dirty nothings getting you to cry out louder.
“can’t hear y’ babe, gotta tell me how good this pussy’s feelin with my dick—“
“fuck I-can’t—haah!” a jumbled moaning mess is what you are right now. orgasm crashing over you, vision going blank. as your moans fill the space between you, muttering his name like a prayer.
and he’ll if you didn’t enjoy the way sukuna didn’t stop after. absolutely wrecking your tight hole to chase his own relief. ignoring your tears, and dumb babbles. his face and chest flushed red, grunting loud and rough with each thrust until he’s filling you up with another heavy load.
so when he’s looking at the photos he’d taken of you the next morning. you’re fast asleep beside him, naked back facing him, and he’s rolling his eyes, tossing them in his drawer. just for another photo to be added the next time you guys fuck.
and he lets you use the camera too, especially when you’re sprawled on his bed, naked and sweaty, stupid grin on your face after being filled up with his load, pressing your foot against his muscular pec, preventing him from snatching the camera from your grimy hands, and he doesn’t fight back. just holds your ankle, rubbing your calf, shamelessly eyeing your pussy as it oozes out his thick white cum. and the snap isn’t missed by him, eyes meeting yours just for you to snap another.
because how could you not capture that look.
so when the box starts filling up and the polaroids run out, he buys more. and for the first time, he decides those photos are just for him, and just for you.
kissing your shoulder as you air out one of the polaroids before admiring it. and he doesn’t have to know that your confidence grows with each photo he takes of you. and you don’t have to know the heat that burns in his chest when you gush over the photos you take of him.
“this one is my favorite so far,” you tease, stupid grin on your face as you wave the photo you took of him eating you out, eyes directly staring at the camera, and your hand tugging his dark salmon locks.
“dumb as fuck,” he glares at the polaroid, grumbling even more when you snap a picture of it with your phone.
“your eyes look pretty,” you hum, “see the way the light hits them, I’m an artist too,” you giggle, especially when he grunts in annoyance. “I’m building my portfolio too. gonna take pictures for playgirl. or maybe even pornos too—“
“shut the fuck up,” he turns your over, lips attacking your neck. “gonna take pictures of other guys’ dicks’?” he grumbles in annoyance.
you hum, “yeah, I took one of yours, so big and pretty when you’re being edged,” you giggle, nails scratching his nape, just for his eyes to meet yours in a dangerous glare.
and so there was a teasing bickering between you both when it came to this weird kink that couldn’t be explained to anyone else. especially considering your non-relationship. it was bedroom talk, who explains that outside the bedroom? the logic only makes sense when you’re both horny.
but now. his friends saw those photos. and it was hard to explain, but worse that they saw you naked. you. you’re just for him. and he promised he’d be the only one to see them. even though you’re fucking gorgeous, you trusted him. and those shitty pledges, fucking oogling you in those photos as if they don’t do enough of that when you come over.
“please, sir, I can’t feel my balls,” one pledge whimpers, snapping sukuna back. he glares at the pledges all down in plank.
“I’m surprised you have any,” sukuna tsks, rolling his eyes, bat resting on his shoulders. “we’re not even close to midnight. I don’t think y’ understand how badly you all fucked up! you should being shitting your pants before I fucking knock one of you out!—“
gojo and geto turn in surprise, seeing you standing by the sidewalk of the frat, bundled in a hoodie and jeans, along with jacket, it was starting to get colder, you can see your hot breath fogging up. you glance over at the freshmen all in plank, shivering, brow furrowed.
“what’re you doing here?” sukuna snaps, blood curdling when one pledge is staring at you. “fuck are you looking at?” sukuna snap, bat pressing his head harshly.
you cover your mouth with a yawn. “you said you were gonna show me your bike, I just had a work,” you yawn again. “you texted me yeah.”
sukuna drops the bat, immediately crossing the lawn to get to you. “come.”
“okay—oh,” you stumble when he snatches your wrist, dragging you up into the house. your eyes meet gojo’s briefly, eyes quirked as if to say, “what’s happening,” but gojo shrugs, smug as ever making you even more confused.
your lips part when you see him drop the bat by the couch and grab his keys and phone from the coffee table, then dragging you back to him, grip around your wrist. “you good—“
“let’s go to your place,” he finally says, stepping outside, eyeing the shitheads still in plank. “I don’t wanna see any of you until I fucking say,” he barks, disgusted.
“leaving?” geto questions, already knowing the answer, but obviously wanting the vp to admit it.
“they’re all yours, but if I catch one in the house when I’m back, I’m gonna fucking snap,” sukuna’s threat is real. everybody knows. gojo rolls his eyes, but grunts out an order for the pledges to get their clothes back on. all while sukuna storms down the road, you in tow via his unwavering grip.
“woah, what happened,” you catch up to his long steps, turning your wrist from his grip, and holding his sleeve instead, letting him lead the way to the train station, the directions to your place second nature to him. “did they steal something?”
sukuna grunts, affirming.
you whistle, shaking your head. “it might be because of the hazing, you guys should stop doing that—“
“it’s to teach fuckin’ discipline, everyone goes through it—“
“yeah, but i mean, it’s like thirty degrees,” you scold lightly, not realizing the extent of sukuna’s anger.
“they fucking deserve it! stop fucking lecturing me!”
you freeze, brows pinched, letting go of his wrist, and rolling your eyes. “you’re so annoying.”
his jaw clenches, eyes scanning your face as if digesting all your features, your lips glossed with chapstick, the flush of your face from the cold, the hoodie keeping your warmth inside. your pretty eyes narrowed in annoyance towards him, and brows scrunched so adorably. fuck, and those shit heads all saw you, were they thinking about those photos, he should kill them—
“they’re idiots,” he starts, stepping towards you, naturally warm hand cupping your cheek inside your hoodie. “they fucked up bad,” he leans close, warm breath fanning against one another, nuzzling closer, inhaling your flowery scent. “I’m gonna kiss you,” he mutters, slightly hesitate, the guilt weighing on him, and curious to see if you’ll pull away.
“you’re not gonna convince me that hazing is normal, but kiss me,” you declare, and he hums, meeting your lips.
“ngh shit—gunna cum again he grunts in your ear, moan turning into a pathetic whine that fills your core as his load dumps into you for the second time that night.
the second you stepped into your apartment the man was all over you. fucking you right on the couch, spanks hard, and aggressive. teeth sinking and marking you everywhere. and it lead to him pinning your against the wall heading towards your bedroom, then crashing on top, just to fold you in half, slapping his cock on your wet pussy, tip rubbing against your clit, shivers running through the both of you.
and when he’s dragging his fat girth into your lewd hole, the obscene sounds have you both moaning.
he rolls off, arms stretched over his face, catching his breath. unbothered when you crawl closer, climbing on his lap, hands caressing his pecs, then his collarbone, pushing his arm over his head, hands caressing the muscles of his biceps, they were bigger than your hand.
“can i make it better?” you coo softly. smile gentle, he looked stressed and you weren’t going to start judging what these pledges could’ve done or his reaction. maybe they really stole something big. something precious to him.
his gaze unnerving as he looked between yours. more guilt twisting seeing how pretty and hot you look perched on his lap. his lap. only his. how much more twisted can this get?
“yeah,” he hums. free arm coming down to rub your thigh.
“yeah?” you lean closer, waiting for him to declare something. “tell me,” you whisper.
“closer,” the rasp draws you in. cheeks hot how casually he’s laid on your bed, eyes heavy, gazing at your lips. “closer.”
your lips are hovering over his, eyes just as lidded as you glance at him through your pretty lashes, cheeks hot as he keeps you there, chest to chest, blushing the longer he breathes in your air, calloused palm traveling up your spine sending shivers down your spine.
unable to contain your unexpected jitters, sukuna feels your smile as you slowly press your soft lips against his. so gentle. manicured nails coming to hold his jaw lightly, kissing his bottom lip first, tongue running across it, then his top lip, sucking it in.
the guttural hum sends a flurry of heat through your chest, nails tracing his sharp jaw, pulling back to kiss him again, pecks, than your tongue peaking, than another peck. he’s still calm, following your pace, not increasing it, kissing back only when your lips press against his.
“more,” he sighs, hand running down the dip in your spine to the curve of your ass.
your hand holds his jaw, tilting his chin up, lips molding together, his lips are wet and soft against yours. you wanna taste him, tongue peaking to go in, and he hums parting his lips for you, tongue meeting yours, mixing slow and controlled.
your kisses seem to be just as perfect as everything else about you. his chest aches, tongue desperate, turning this kiss messy, but you control it. nails scraping his neck, holding his neck, thumb under his jaw keeping him in place. and just like all the times before, he gets greedy. hands feeling up your bare sides, palm groping your ass, squeezing.
“y’know I didn’t mean to piss you off,” you mutter against his lips. kissing them when he leans up for more. you peck him a few times, nails scratching his neck lightly, it felt nice. “i just don’t want one of the pledges getting injured—“
“they deserve it,” he husks, kissing the corner of your lips as you sigh.
“you’d get in trouble. you, and satoru, and the frat could be put on probation again,” you gently speak. even though you rarely voice it, he knows how much you hate fraternity culture. it was a surprise you’re still talking to them, but then again, you only speak to him, gojo, and geto, the rest seem to get under your skin. “what if you don’t graduate?”
his grip tightens on your ass, tongue poking out to stroke your bottom lip. “you’re fuckin’ annoying,” his insult doesn’t sting, especially with the way he mutters it, because you were right. your lips curl against his, deepening the kiss, rocking back against his torso, sliding your pussy down to his coarse pubes, your moans like sweet honey when it starts scratching your clit.
“jus’ be more careful,” you add, nails running up, caressing his sharp cheekbones with your thumb.
he grunts, jaw opening so your lips can fall back against his, tongues mean as you continue grinding on him, ignoring his weeping cock brushing against your ass, hanging heavy and untouched. “lean forward,” he husks, arm coming down to grab hold of his cock, groaning at the contact as he rubs it between your cheeks.
“wait,” you sigh, still rolling your hips at the right angle, stimulating your clit, shamelessly allowing your pussy to coat him in more of your slick. “jus’ wanna cum like this,” you moan against his lips, pretty lashes fluttering as you choke on another whine. grinding harder.
“you’re unbelievable—“ his adam’s apple bobs, you’re keeping your pace, kissing him just so you can whine louder, selfishly rubbing back and forth, drenching his dark pink happy trail and thick base in your slicky juices, eyes fluttering, and lips falling agape in pleasure as you get closer. you start trembling, tensing up as your grinding gets sloppier, drool pooling a dripping from your lips to his face.
“fuck.” his groan is deep, admiring every little feature as your cry gets slightly higher pitched, breathless, as you finally cum.
you whine, sitting up and rocking against him, hands grabbing at your own boobs, biting your lips as you ride out your orgasm, sticky pussy juices creating small strings as it hovers over his wet pubes you’d just came on.
“you’re dripping,” he groans, hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it.
“mmm yeah,” you take his base, swirling your hips over his weeping tip, letting it drag over your swollen and overstimulated clit. “y’ want me to put it in?” you coo all submissively, doe eyes fluttering down at him, like you’re at his mercy.
he bites back a pathetic groan, cock veins straining as your sweet syrup drips from your pussy down his length as you continue hovering.
“i wanna make you feel better, yeah? tell me you want it,” your words are breathless, low and so very provocative, he couldn’t help that heat that swarm across his chest and lower stomach. your hips calculating as they dipped just to rub his sensitive tip with your wet pussy, occasionally letting his tip nudge your hole just for your to clench squeezing more juices out onto him.
“you want me to beg?—ngh,” his head falls back again, rough when you slip his tip in, then out, tongue lulling out like a little slut as you glance down at his poor cock, tip flushed bright pink.
“I want you to tell me what you want,” your eyes bat at him. “you’re upset.” your sweet voice drips, “you’re frustrated. you’ve been glaring, so…” your thumb runs across his tip, pressing down making his hips buck, grunt slipping out. “I’m here to fix it. so tell me.” you lick your bottom lip, collecting your drool. “I’m all yours.”
his pupils dilate. big hands coming to feel your hips. lidded eyes locked on you.
your lips part. a gentle curl peaking from his command, finally sinking down, before slamming the rest letting gravity take over. you both moan in union.
and neither of you address your own words. it was fucking sex. just like those photos. it doesn’t matter what’s said in the bedroom. but maybe his choice of wording, was a small atonement for letting your photos get exposed. for letting people see how fucking precious you are when you’re alone with him.
sukuna didn’t bother thinking about the album on his phone of photos and videos he has of you. and he sure as hell will kill anyone before letting you find out that the guys have seen those polaroids because he’s scared to think how you’ll react. it wasn’t like it was on purpose, he tried punishing them, but you stopped him.
so instead, he kisses your wrists, bucked his hips to keep you bouncing. whispered praises with every drag of his cock through your gummy walls, and didn’t mind fall down the bed after you came, just to lap up your pussy over and over. tongue curling and dragging through your folds until you were crying out in pleasure.
that’s all he can really do.
and hopefully that’ll be enough to keep you right here under him.
a/n: thank u guys for being so patient w me! i was literally out of the country for two weeks so i wrote this drabble since im still not done w the next chp!
