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“Isn’t this immoral or something?” Itadori said at the same time that he lifted the offending bottle to his lips. 

“We’re about to graduate. We’re put in life or death situations weekly . I think we deserve a little rebellion. Plus we can’t squander this opportunity Maki gave us!” Kugisaki snatched the sake from his hand after a particularly long chug. If she hadn’t, he probably would’ve kept going and going; limits were always a problem for him.

“Feels kind of weird doing this without Fushiguro though,” he said, his hand coming up to rub the back of his head awkwardly. 

It wasn’t often that he was alone with Kugisaki like this. Well, they were actually never like this, in her bedroom, in their casual clothing, alone, drinking alcohol. His mind was swimming with possibilities that were so far fetched that he had to reel in his thoughts. He suddenly realized that if he didn’t keep himself in check, his drunk ass could say or do something he couldn’t take back. 

“Not my fault he’s a lameass!” She took a swig before setting the bottle down and falling onto her back on her bed. “So what should we do?” 

“Huh?”

She rolled onto her stomach, and from his vantage point on the floor, he got a front row seat to cleavage town. He tried his best not to stare, but wouldn’t be surprised at all if he was failing miserably. 

“Well we can’t very well just sit here, idiot. We should play a drinking game.”

He gulped air, wishing it was more sake slipping down his throat to help ease his nerves. Usually two people drinking games were more personal ones, involving confessions and secrets. He had been perfectly content to graduate and part from Kugisaki without saying a thing about his feelings, but he was afraid of what his drunken alter ego would do; he’d never been drunk before. 

“All right, I got it. The game is fast facts. You have to say a fact about the other person, and if it’s false you drink, and if you can’t come up with a fact in five seconds, you drink.”

She got to her knees to bend over and grab the bag Maki had given them from the floor, and the fabric of her low cut shirt billowed enough to allow Itadori to view her bra of choice that day; black with dark blue lace lining the lower edges of the cups. His mind wandered to the possibility that she could be wearing matching panties. 

Kugisaki pulled two cans of Sapporo from the bag and nearly cutched one his way.

“Hey, don’t throw carbonated crap at me, what if it blows?!” 

“Then I’d laugh in your beer soaked face and yell at you for getting it everywhere,” she said with a half smile that Itadori secretly loved. He loved all her smiles. 

“Whatever, let’s just play!” he said before, carefully and slowly, pulling the tab on his beer.

“Okay, I’ll go first. Ready?” He nodded, feeling his adrenaline spike for some reason. It was just a few days ago that he was almost killed by a special grade for the umpteenth time, but this is what would do him in? 

“Your favorite color is pink,” she said. An obvious one, based on the color he dyed his hair, but he’d let it slide. 

“You like sour foods,” he countered.

“And you like sweets.”

They continued like this, occasionally having to take drinks when they couldn’t think of something fast enough. Though it became clear after a while that they certainly had no lack of facts about the other when they easily came up with something once they started up again and again.

“You hate celery.” 

“Long drives help you clear your head.”

“Children irritate you, but you still want one or two.”

“You will pet any dog no matter what.”

They had known each other for years now, and had apparently collected quite a lot of information on the other. It would probably have been hard not to, what with all the time they spent together. She probably knew the same amount of information about Fushiguro too, Itadori continued to tell himself as they played on. 

“Fushiguro is your best friend,” Kugisaki said.

“Wrong!” he yelled enthusiastically, excited that he could finally catch her.

“Hah?!” 

“I said you’re wrong, ha! You’re my best friend!” 

It took the words hanging awkwardly in the air between them for him to understand what he just said. And though he knew very well that Kugisaki was not at all prone to blushing, he nonetheless noticed a rosy haze to her cheeks. 

“O-oh,” she said before clearing her throat loudly. “Well shit.” She gained back her normal demeanor as she took a swig of her beer, which happened to be the rest of the contents of her can. 

“Guess we’re playing with that sake now!”

It probably wasn’t a good plan, but Itadori obliged her. When would he get the chance to spend this kind of uninterrupted time with her again? When they didn’t have any responsibilities or worries? 

He felt himself slipping as the night wore on. Their game eventually devolved into random chatter, each of them exposing even more useless information about themselves, though they had just demonstrated exactly how much they knew of the other already. He had never before gotten the impression that Kugisaki could be anywhere near interested in him, but hearing her tonight —from how much she knew about him to how much she was willing to divulge about herself—he was starting to doubt everything he had believed about what she thought of him.

It could also be the alcohol though. It was getting harder and harder to think straight. 

“Itaaa,” Kugisaki slurred as her body slowly slumped off of the bed and onto the floor next to him. It was hard not to watch the way her shorts rode up, so he didn’t even try. “Are you soft?”

“W-what?” Before he even had the chance to redden like a cherry tomato, Kugisaki was dragging herself closer to him, until her head rested in his lap.

“Like a pillow,” she said, like it was obvious. Her brows furrowed as Itadori tried his best not to let the panic set in at the fact that her head was so close to his manhood. “That’s not soft. You’re too muscley.” 

Her head jerked up and she shifted into a seated position, but her momentum threatened to send her tumbling in the other direction. Itadori reached out on pure instinct and pulled her to him. He forgot how to breathe when he realized that she was now nuzzling into his side, where he had put her. 

“Muscley, but still good, I guess,” she mumbled as she pressed further into the contact. 

His arm was clamped around her and his heart was beating fast; he was sure she could feel him shaking and hear the incessant thumping, but she didn’t say anything. That was surprising. Kugisaki always had something to say.

He looked down and noticed her starting to doze off, and couldn’t help but smile at the way the firecracker against him looked completely peaceful for once. Noticing the bottle of sake had only about a sip left, he downed it before moving to help her up.

“Nooo, Yuji, I was so comfy!” 

He halted at the sound of his name on her lips, but quickly pulled himself together again. She was only acting this way because she was drunk, he told himself. She only used his given name because she was drunk. But his attempts to try to convince himself of that were slipping as the alcohol ran through his veins.

“You’ll be comfy here,” he said as he finally managed to clumsily lay her down.

He had every intention to leave, to go back to his room. All he had to do was get his feet to move and he would be gone. But instead, he found himself hesitating, looking down at her as she continued to hold onto his hand, refusing to let go.

“Stay,” she whispered, eyes closed but her face pointed toward him. “Stay,” she whined a bit louder when there was no response.

“Why?” 

“You make me… comfy.” He had a feeling that wasn’t the word she was originally going to say, something wavering in her voice. 

Maybe he shouldn’t have, but with liquid courage coursing through him, Itadori found himself crawling into bed beside her. It was arguably too small for both of them, but their drunken minds didn’t seem to take issue with overlapping their bodies to fit.

“If you tell anyone we cuddled, I’ll kill you,” she whispered in an uncharacteristically soft tone. 

“Got it,” he mumbled into her hair. 

The pull of sleep took Kugisaki very quickly, but the same couldn’t be said for Itadori. How could he possibly feel relaxed enough to sleep with the woman of his dreams resting in his arms? His heart was still pumping wildly, and he eventually decided, after laying with Kugisaki pressed up against him for nearly an hour, that this couldn’t be good for his health. He was starting to feel lightheaded, and eventually started fading in and out of consciousness rapidly, like he had to fight to stay present. 

Wait. He’s felt this way before. Something fighting with him to take over, or rather someone. 

He was being shoved in, and he was currently unable to stop it. 

Sukuna opened his eyes and quickly assessed where he was. He had seen Itadori’s bedroom before and this was similar, but it wasn’t the same. He then became aware of a mass laying across half of his body and looked down to see the short haired girl he knew to be Itadori’s classmate. 

“What an interesting situation you’ve found yourself in, Boy,” he said with a patronizing chuckle, making no attempt to whisper for the sake of the sleeping girl.

“Wha?” she hummed, half asleep but gaining consciousness. 

“So this is why he was so nervous, I could feel his anxiety festering from inside.” 

As the girl slowly gained awareness, Sukuna looked around the room and noticed the empty alcohol containers. “And that would be why he couldn’t contain me, I suppose.” 

He suddenly felt the person next to him pushing against him with all of her limbs, but she wasn’t even close to being able to budge him from his position.

“Oh, she’s awake. Is there a problem, little girl?” 

Her eyes were wide and crazed, and he drank in her shock and fear like it was cool water on a scorching hot day. 

“Bring him back!” Kugisaki said forcefully, surprising him with her firm tone.

“No, I don’t think I will.”

Again, she tried to get away, but for some unknown reason Sukuna didn’t want her to. It was almost as if he were attracted to her like iron to a magnet, and slowly began to understand when his dick twitched when he caught a glance at her cleavage in her struggle. 

Young Itadori seemed to have quite a thing for this girl, he could tell in the way that his skin felt warm and tingly from mere contact with hers and the growing situation in his pants. 

Sukuna looked down at the girl whose name he had never cared to remember and waited for her to stop squirming under his hold. She was intoxicated, he could clearly tell, but not incoherent. Her hair was strewn about her face and the urge to move it aside so he could see her pretty face guided his hand. How curious. 

A golden opportunity seemed to have arisen in front of him. A chance to torment the boy he had been inside these past years, to show him who really was in charge. Sukuna had never liked the vague cocky feeling he got from the boy about his ability to keep such a prolific curse contained. It was about time to knock the brat down from his self proclaimed pedestal.

“Are you quite done?” he whispered heavily against her ear once her struggling had nearly died down. Her body stiffened at the sound of his voice, and the reaction shot electricity straight to his crotch. Had his voice affected her in the way he thought it did?

“Because I can think of a much better use of our time. I have a few ideas, actually.” 

He felt her body melt against his as his words rang in her ears, and couldn’t help but smirk. The reaction was short lived, however, because the second he finished speaking, she stiffened again and tried to pull away.

“Give Yuji back, you special grade piece a’ shit, I ain’t playing around.”

“Oh?” He pulled her closer, and she was powerless to stop it. “Then why did you feel so at ease in my arms?”

“They aren’t your arms.” 

Without warning, Kugisaki was underneath him as Sukuna swiftly switched their positions. With hands clamped around her wrists, he drew dangerously close to her sneering face. Even when she was angry and petulant, she was cute. 

“They’re mine for the moment, sweetheart. ” The gritty texture of his voice made her visibly shiver. “And I can use them whatever way I please.”

He forced her arms above her head and crossed her wrists under one of his hands. With the other, he began his descent down her body, leisurely caressing her skin and relishing in the way his touch left a trail of goosebumps in its wake. When he reached fabric, he didn’t hesitate to rip her shirt from her body in one swift, easy motion.

“ Hey ,” she snarled, something dangerous in her eyes as she glared up at him. It struck him that she didn’t seem frightened by him. An odd choice. 

“I would reimburse you, but I haven’t any money,” he said. Her answering scowl didn’t phase him in the slightest, perhaps even excited him more. 

With her shirt reduced to tattered material on the floor, Sukuna let his eyes travel what he had been missing, and his hands quickly followed. He was fully prepared to return a hand to her wrists if she tried to move, but to his surprise they remained where he had left them.

A wild smirk crossed his face as his hands closed around her breasts and he watched her close her eyes. He noted that the more he dug his fingers into the plush flesh, the more conflicted her expression became. 

“You’re caught between screaming for me to stop and screaming for me to continue,” he said lowering his lips to her skin in an attempt to fluster her further. The details of why this felt so compelling were still unclear, but he didn’t want to delve into that train of thought quite yet. 

“Fuck you,” she said under her breath, and though quiet, her tone was strong. 

“Careful, girl.” He ran his tongue from her neck to the top of her bra before reaching behind her to flick open the clasp. After throwing the article into some forgotten corner, he quickly found the pink bud he’d been pursuing. His teeth grazed her nipple before closing around it and biting gently. He felt her body slowly begin to resemble putty in his hands. “Don’t forget who you’re talking to.” 

Though something in her fiery eyes told him that she had more to say, she didn’t object as his mouth returned to her breast. His tongue made an appearance to flick the bud once, twice, three times before he sucked the whole of it into his mouth and sucked hard.

A low, sultry moan filled his ears, sending a shockwave of pleasure through his body. She sounded so sweet, yet somehow corrupted underneath him. 

Her legs were forced apart as Sukuna descended her body. The shorts covering her lower half were ripped from her so quickly, that she couldn’t possibly have understood what was happening by the time her naked sex was presented to him. Her torso began to lift off the bed in protest of his actions, but a hand pushed her back down by a breast. 

“What are y-” 

Her question was rudely interrupted by the unexpected sensation of teeth digging into her tit, and she soon realized that a mouth had materialized on his palm. She was powerless to stop the yelp that escaped her throat when the teeth bit down harder. 

“What am I doing, you ask? Well, I’m about to ravage your pussy so thoroughly that you won’t be able to see straight by the time I fuck you.”

There wasn’t a chance to respond before his mouth was on her. Her taste was so pleasing to this body’s taste buds that he actually groaned into her heat, the resulting vibration causing the girl to shiver. 

The tip of his tongue traveled within her folds growing tantalizingly close to where he knew she needed him, then diverting at the last moment. Her frustrated sighs and gasps fueled his teasing even further, and he was convinced that he could do just this all night, until he felt her hands lace through his hair. His ministrations slowed as her fingers worked against his scalp, getting lost in the sensation of her nails softly scratching his scalp. 

Suddenly he was being shoved just where she wanted him, and his tongue flattened onto her clit without his meaning to. His hand shot up from her breast and the mouth on his palm began to speak. “What makes you think you can get away with something like that?”

“Oh shut up and eat me out. I thought you were going to destroy me.” Her voice was a delicious mixture of desperate and furious. 

“Those are your words, not mine. I’m starting to think you’re more of a willing participant than I had accounted for.” 

A moan escaped her while he spoke, as the mouth of his face was still tending to the bud at the apex of her thighs, just where she had placed him. He watched her eyes grow hazy the more firmly he pressed into her. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and spread her legs even further apart. She halfheartedly objected by trying to keep them closed, but it was child's play for him to pry them open and keep them open. 

“Don’t hide from me, little girl,” the hand on her thigh growled against her skin before licking a stripe toward her hip. He watched her brows furrow at his command, but again, she said nothing. Needless to say, her legs remained spread wide as he moved further into her. 

Abusing her clit didn’t seem like something he would grow tired of any time soon if her moans and begrudging encouragement persisted as they were. 

“A-ah, fuck,” she murmured, a dainty hand with a firm grip finding its way into Sukuna’s hair once again. Her tugging urged him on until his tongue flicked against her bundle of nerves with impossible speed. 

Her scream ripped through the air and her fingers seemed to fight themselves between trying to push him away and trying to pull him closer. But no matter what her conflictions were, he still drank up her juices all the same. He had still reduced her to a screaming, panting slut all the same. 

Finally, he pulled away from her cunt, his face dripping with her essence. His tongue darted out to clean it from his lips. 

“How does it feel to be my little whore, girl?”

“Kugisaki.” She was still panting, but her voice had come out clearly, and he blinked at the flushing girl below.

“What?” 

Before he realized it, her powerful thighs had gotten the better of him. Never had he expected to be the one staring up at her, but that was exactly where he found himself as the girl he thought he had reduced to a stuttering mess glowered at him from above. Her expression caused a stirring in his groin, the way she looked down at him with a smirk that said that she was in control of the situation causing an unexpected reaction in his body.

It was then that he realized that the boy Itadori was a definite sub. 

“My name is Kugisaki, and you’d better remember it. I ain’t a little girl, in case you couldn’t tell.” 

Had it been an act before? The way she couldn’t even seem to respond as he ravaged her? Because the manner in which she’d flipped the script so quickly felt undeniably nefarious.

It made this all the more exciting.

Her legs on either side of his body caged in him, and though he could simply throw her off if he so desired, he decided to see where this would go. 

“I suppose you aren’t,” he whispered heatedly. Her eyes darted to his lips as he spoke, then back to his eyes, and he saw some sort of challenge within them. 

She dragged her wet cunt against his clothed dick, and felt the moisture seep through his pants. Somehow she was still dripping relentlessly. 

“Is my little slut really this wet for me? I’m flattered.” 

“This ‘little slut’ is wet for Yuji, you saddistic fuck.” One of her hands slammed down onto his chest and she leaned in menacingly. “And you’d do well to remember that.” 

A prickle of irritation coursed through him as he scowled at her, his playful expression gone. “Last I checked, Itadori isn’t here. It’s my voice that’s making you shiver.” His hand closed around her wrist. “My ravishing that made you cum, curse, and scream .” His nails dug into her skin and his eyes turned dark. “And it’ll be me that’ll destroy you tonight.” 

Her smile was bordering on sweet, if it hadn’t also been condescending. She pulled her body down, her movements delicate but alluring, until her tits were pressed against his chest and her hands moved to rest on his biceps. Something flicked in her gaze as she said, “not if I destroy you first.”

Fuck. That shouldn’t have affected him as much as it did, and he blamed it entirely on the boy. His body was weak, weak for this woman. 

Her core ground down onto his stone hard cock, and his eyes closed on impulse. Her deft hands slid under the waistband of his pants and she lifted her body from him to rid him of the article, along with his boxers. His erection sprang free and she didn’t hesitate to come face to face with it. 

“Mmm, Yuji’s cock is big,” she said breathlessly. 

He frowned, the reference to the boy irking him. But the irritation didn’t stay with him long, because the next moment had his tip sliding into her mouth. She sucked hard on the head, moving her tongue against the groove that led to his shaft, her teeth every so often making an appearance to graze over his skin. The sensation danced the line between pleasurable and painful, but he couldn’t dare tell her to stop. The feel of her was too addicting. 

Kugisaki slipped his length further past her lips, wetting his rod with her saliva so she could increase her speed. He groaned loudly as she took his dick further and further down her throat. She removed the hand she had at the base of his cock in order to take the whole of the length, and he choked on a gasp as her nose hit his pubis.

His hands weaved through her hair as she pulled more sounds from him, then he snapped to his senses as a particularly loud, guttural sound erupted from him. Hadn’t he been the one in control?

Sukuna gripped the hair between his fingers tighter and moved her head to his own rhythm, disrupting her flow and causing her to gag loudly. He smirked as she sputtered around his cock. 

Then she stopped. She wasn’t able to fight him completely, but she pushed back against his hand until he finally relented. 

For a moment, her tongue hung from her mouth and she panted as she glared daggers into his very being; he felt pierced by her gaze, and was unable to look away. 

“Listen, curse bastard, I will decide how I suck you off.” As she straightened her spine to tower over him, his eyes fell to the way her breasts bounced; her nipples were impossibly hard and her skin milky and smooth. Before he could reach out to touch them like he so desperately wanted, she commanded his attention once again. 

“I will decide how you crumble in my hands.” Her movements were fluid, surprisingly so due to her drunken state, as she straddled his hips. “ I will decide how you cum.”

She had aligned his tip with her entrance while he was entranced by her words, so when he was sliding into her, the feeling of being squeezed caught him completely off guard. Her tight cunt clasped around him so completely that he thought she might crush his cock if she clenched any more. She wasted no time in starting to move along his length. 

“W-wait,” he stuttered, and hated the way she looked down at him in condescension. 

“Wait? For what, Su-ku-na?”

Fuck.

Her motions only increased from there, and he had to grasp her hips to find some semblance of control. His grip was so brutal that he was sure to leave bruises on her pretty skin, and the thought that he would leave some mark on her for Itadori to find gave him some satisfaction in light of this humiliating turn of events. 

“You were so talkative before, what happened?” she challenged as she lifted and slammed herself down onto him. He bit down hard on his lip before responding, trying to ground himself.

“Your sweet pussy around my cock is what happened, darling,” he said shakily.

An inferno flickered just behind her eyes and her hand moved slowly up his chest until it closed around his throat. Sukuna sucked in more breath as each of her fingers slowly introduced pressure to his airway, one by one.  

“What did I ask you to call me?” she said. Her tone said what her words didn’t need to: there was no room for negotiation.

“Kugisaki.” He wouldn’t forget it. 

“Good,” she praised, giving a final squeeze to his neck before drifting toward his cheek, lightly stroking his slightly stubbled face. “You’re so good for me.” 

He had a love-hate relationship with the way her praise had heat blooming in his chest. 

“What do you want, Sukuna?” she asked as she increased her speed. Her breathes were becoming ragged but that didn’t stop her tone from remaining strong, demanding. 

He groaned below her, and found himself answering her without a second thought. “I want to hurt the boy.” 

She raised an eyebrow, then smashed herself down so forcefully that they both gasped. “And… you’re doing that by fucking me, huh?” 

Sukuna blinked and only then realized that she had stopped. His dick throbbed within her and he craved the friction she had been supplying; to take it away so abruptly was a shock to his system. 

“I did it before he did.”

She hummed thoughtfully, and he got the sneaking suspicion that she was about to unravel everything. 

“But isn’t it Yuji’s body? Yuji’s dick inside me?” She punctuated the latter statement by rocking her hips slowly. He fought to keep his senses about him. “Yuji’s body reacts to what he likes, right? I can tell because I know he loves it when I scratch his head like this.” Her fingers carded through his hair, and Sukuna’s eyes fluttered shut at the pleasant sensation. His eyes shot open when he realized himself only to find her smirking down at him. 

“You’ve proved nothing,” he snarled. 

Her gentle rocking turned faster and harder in the span of several seconds, until he was yet again completely consumed by her, her moans hitting his ears being the only thing running through his head. Then just as soon as it had started, it stopped, her movements stalled yet again. 

“Maybe you get to feel it now,” she started, drawing closer until her lips ghosted against his, but never quite touched. “But what you’re feeling belongs to him; they’re his sensations.” 

“You bitch,” he snarled before he slammed up into her. She shouted at the sudden plunge further into her cunt, but didn’t let it stop her. She met his next thrust until the two were fighting for dominance over the other. 

It was messy, confrontational, and mind numbingly satisfying. Sukuna lost himself in her pussy and resigned himself to soon succumb to his orgasm.

“Yuji!” she whined, dragging out the last syllable of the boy's name, perhaps only to irritate the curse below her. 

But he couldn’t find it in himself to feel quite as put out as he perhaps should have felt, because she was currently sucking out his soul through his dick. It was almost as if he were having an out of body experience. Or, perhaps more accurately, an inside of body experience, because the next moment, he found that she was gone and he was perched atop his familiar throne.

Itadori opened his eyes to a sight he never believed he’d have the pleasure of witnessing. He had been able to glean from Sukuna’s emotions that he was feeling some sort of pleasure, but he would have never imagined this. 

“Yuji!” she moaned above him enthusiastically. His eyes widened and his hands came down onto her hips to try to make her slow down. He desperately needed to think, and there would be none of that as long as her walls were squeezing him for all he was worth.

At his gentle touch, her eyes snapped open and she gasped. 

“Yuji?! Oh thank god.” She collapsed on top of him, and the feeling of her breasts smashed against him sent his mind reeling.

“W-what, ah… what’s going on?”

She straightened again, and as if he weren’t confused enough, she hit him square in the chest. 

“Hey!”

“How could you leave me alone with him?!” She moved to hit him again but he was able to intercept her this time, and he grasped her hand in his. 

“I didn’t mean to! I took control again as soon as I could! What the hell happened here?!” 

She shrunk for a moment, looking visibly guilty until she regained some of her usual demeanor. She met his eyes firmly as she spoke, though they were slightly out of focus from the alcohol. 

“He wanted to hurt you, so he fucked me. He tried to be all dominating about it, so I turned it around… It sounds kind of stupid now, but I ended kind of pissing him off I think, so that’s good at least.” 

Trying to wrap his mind around the fact that Kugisaki, the love of his goddamn life, had sex with the curse that inhabited his body, and now they were essentially having that same sex, was difficult to say the least. And no matter how confused and even hurt he was by this, he was still somehow rock hard inside of her. He quietly relished in the fact that neither of them had thought to move yet as he enjoyed her warmth. 

But there was one question that kept popping up among his muddled thoughts.

“Why did you say my name?”

For the second time that night he witnessed the improbable as Kugisaki’s face lit up like the sun. “W-well…” She cleared her throat loudly. “I told him that even if he was the one using the body, it was still yours, so to me, I was… you know, having sex with you.” 

They were both quiet for a moment, until she continued. 

“It was sort of to make him mad, but I… also meant it.” 

His heart jumped and his dick twitched within her at her admission, and she sighed involuntarily at the slight movement. He found himself wanting to hear her again, so he moved more purposefully this time. 

She met his thrust with her own, and a moan bubbled in her throat. It was like music to his ears, a symphony he wanted to play on repeat. 

“Are you saying you want me to fuck you, Kugisaki?” His voice was caught just between playful and husky, and he watched her bite her lip.

“Nobara,” she said quietly.

“What?” 

Slowly, while looking straight into his eyes, she lifted then dropped herself onto his length. His fingers dug into the smallest part of her waist as he bit back a groan.

“My name is Nobara.” Her hips moved again as her eyes searched his face, and a smirk slid over her features as she drank in his pleasured expression. “And you better remember it.” 

Itadori’s hands trailed down her thighs until he came to tap her knee, asking silently for her to move. She stopped her gyrating to see what he would do.

He sat up and caressed the length of her back before lifting her off of him and laying her gently on the bed. Hovering over her now, his breath caught at the way she looked so enraptured by him. He never in a thousand years thought she could look at him this way. 

“What are you waiting for?” Her usual brash, loud voice was replaced by a whisper, and he found himself wanting to laugh at the way such a demanding question he’d heard her say a hundred times could sound so soft from her lips. 

“Just let me look at you,” he whispered back, gingerly taking a piece of her hair and tucking it behind her ear. She laid in beautiful disarray below him, and he found himself more than anything wanting to be the one to make her appear even more of a mess. “Okay, I’ve looked.” 

To say that Itadori entered her would be an understatement; he pounded into her pussy with all of the hesitancy he possessed, which was none. Her resulting cry fueled his efforts, until his pace became relentless. If Kugisaki hadn’t been slurring encouragement after enthusiastic encouragement, he may have thought he was hurting her based on the way her eyes scrunched tightly closed. 

“ Oh fuck , Yuji, you feel so good.” 

“Ah, Nobara,” he groaned. Her eyes shot open at the sound of her name, and he found himself entranced by the wonderstruck look she gave him.

“Say it again,” she demanded.

“N-Nobara,” he said as he shifted to rest of his elbows, digging his face into her neck as he thrusted. 

“Yuji, I want you to look at me and say my name.” He hesitated, but the demand had his dick trembling inside of her. “Be good for me, Yuji.” 

He felt her fingers lace into his hair and her nails gently scrape against his scalp. He groaned at the feeling, wishing he could feel her do this forever. Suddenly, his fingers tightened around his locks and yanked his head up, forcing him to face her with blush erupting on his face.

“Nobara.” It sounded more like a whine than anything else, and the woman before him visibly shivered at the sound. “Nobara,” he repeated. 

He gained some speck of control over himself from watching her react to the sound of his voice, and he picked up his movements as he bored into her eyes. 

“Nobara, your pussy feels- ah- so fucking fantastic.” 

She was close, he saw it in the way her eyes faded in and out of focus, caught between wanting to watch him above her and wanting to relent to the ecstasy. He didn’t know where this powerful, nearly sadistic feeling inside of him was coming from, but he decided he wanted to watch her crumble. 

“You’re so gorgeous,” he said, one of his hands coming up to forcibly grip her chin. “I could watch you shatter beneath me all fucking night, Nobara.” A shrill whine escaped her throat. “But you’re close now, aren’t you baby?” 

“Y-yes,” she said.

“Do you want to cum, Nobara?” 

“Yes,” she said more firmly. “Fucking hell, Yuji, make me cum, now. ”

He didn’t need to be told twice. 

He threw her legs against him, her ankles resting against his shoulders, and pushed down until her knees pressed against her tits. He watched her face distort in bliss at the new angle, then he went off. 

Again and again, he plowed into the sweet spot within her that made her shriek for him. His name fell from her mouth in sharp, boisterous cries, and it was pulling him closer and closer to the edge. He turned his head and bit down hard on her calf and simultaneously brought his thumb down onto her clit. It was clumsy and difficult to rub her properly while he impaled her ruthlessly, but she hadn’t needed much more to unravel anyhow.

Her moans and whimpers turned animalistic and her nails dug so fiercely into his powerful thighs that she drew blood. The pain mixed with pleasure sent Itadori tumbling, and he painted her inner walls with thick ropes of his cum. 

Spent, with no more cum to give her, he shoved her legs to either side and toppled on top of her. Though they were both struggling to catch their breath, it didn’t—couldn’t—stop them from locking lips, something they hadn’t done nearly enough of. Their mouths couldn’t even be pulled apart as Itadori slowly pulled out of her and came to envelope her in his embrace. 

Maybe they should have used the next moments to talk about what happened, and where they would go from there. It was an undeniably confusing, rocky start to whatever they would develop together, if they did decide to move forward. But they both silently agreed that now was not the time.

Maybe it was because they just felt too good in each other's arms, with their naked bodies pressed against one another on the too small bed. Maybe it was because speaking would break whatever trance they were both in that was causing them to feel so unquestionably content. 

Itadori slowly kissed Kugisaki on her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, her neck, until they both fell asleep with his mouth pressed to her shoulder. 

Tomorrow they’d talk about what happened.