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When you entered college, you honestly weren’t even all that interested in Greek life. The idea of sororities and fraternities turned your stomach. Who would want to pay the price of tuition twice just to live in a fancy house so that you could go home with whatever guy you wanted on the weekends and get blackout drunk? The cycle sounded too rinse and repeat of monotonous bullshit for you.
So now it's crazy to think that an annoying little friend, one Nobara Kugisaki, could have pulled you out of that mindset two years ago.
“Please? It’s nothing like you see in the movies, I promise. If we don’t get another pledge this semester they’re going to make us disband.”
“Nobara, I already said no. It’s too much for me right now. I have to focus on classes.”
Kugisaki had begged and pleaded for weeks with you about this, and finally, her puppy-dog eyes had won you over and you took part in her sororities rush week. Delta Tau Sigma was not what you were expecting at all.
Rush week consisted of “Get to know the gals” tea parties, movie nights that were run with clinical precision like speed dating, and a large outing for dinner at the end to celebrate their new pledges.
The best part? The friends.
Nobara had really been the only person that you talked to, outside of your weed dealer who you also considered your friend, so having a large group of people to look out for you was a big plus. And you didn’t even mind the occasional party or mixer nearly as much as you thought you would.
You weren’t really much of a drinker as much as a smoker, so your job was to play house mother. You would walk around the parties, check on your girls, arrange ubers, and make sure everyone’s location pinged in the sorority house at the end of the night.
It just so happened that at one of the mixers was when you met them.
Rho Alpha Psi
The infamous party fraternity on campus that no one wanted to partner with. They were put on probation so many times that it was a wonder they hadn’t been forced to disband yet. You had no idea why your sorority threw a mixer with them. Maybe your president was trying to fuck one of them?
The lights in the Rho Psi house were thumping with the beat that you felt in your chest. It was surprisingly much nicer than your own residence hall. You were gathering your girls, making sure they didn’t go home with one of these guys and getting extremely flustered when cocky pledges pushed you away muttering “Cock blocker”.
It didn’t seem so bad though when you saw Choso Kamo sitting in between some guys as they argued over him like he wasn’t smack dab in the middle. Probably buzzing with eyes redder than the flashing lights.
When you got to campus you realized quickly you were gonna need a plug, with your one back home being hours away, she wasn’t an option anymore. You had heard from good authority that Choso had good shit and with time you guys had sparked a kinship.
This was probably your first mistake of many all those years ago, but with the confidence you garnered, you sauntered through the throng of sweaty people and flashing lights and plopped into the space beside him and the other guy before striking up a conversation with him.
“Cho!” you said brightly give him a side hug as he threw his arm around your shoulder, happy to see another familiar face in the sea of pledges and members alike. “Didn’t peg you for a frat bro, did hell freeze over or you lose a bet or something?”
He laughs and rubs the back of his neck with his free hand and points out into the crowd.
“Nah, call it…frat adjacent. I’m here babysittin’ my brother. He pledged for Rho Psi and I’m makin’ sure he don’t die tonight.”
You follow his finger to see a shirtless freshman with bright pink hair being lifted by his ankles over a keg. When they finally put him down, he has the word “Pledge” written on his chest in what looks like black grease paint. He holds his arms up triumphantly as the others around him whoop and holler.
“Yuji? The one who called you last week because he thought he broke his ankle trying to jump over the fountain on his skateboard?” you ask with a chuckle.
Choso lets out a fluster sigh at the memory, “Unfortunately, the very same. Yuji’s always been the social butterfly, I’m just here for if the shit hits the fan.”
“So you slinging to the pledge’s yet? I’m sure more than a couple of my girls could use some ‘study aids’, these midterms are kicking my ass.”
He chuckled and dug in his pockets before pulling out a pre-roll and slipping it to you subtly. “On the house for you, Honey. Tell ‘em its my anti-crash special. More where that came from.”
The two of you chatted for a bit, talking about upcoming midterms and what state you would be dragging people home in, and in your oblivious bubble of easy rapport, you couldn’t feel those sets of eyes that had fallen on you two…more specifically, you.
The executive board was losing their collective shit from less than five feet away. Watching as you chatted up their human shadow with his arm slung over your shoulder like you were childhood friends. They couldn’t hear what you two were saying over the music but god they wanted to.
They had commandeered the couches before the party started so they could survey their pledges, like kings watching over their kingdom. They had stopped everything that they were doing when their eyes fell on the scene before them, Suguru even glancing up from his phone where he was assigning Dojo points to the pledges and taking some away from others. Choso, their rogue member that only showed up for his brother, chatting up a girl they hadn’t even clocked yet? A pretty girl at that.
They ogled the way that your jeans hugged your curves perfectly and your crop top that had DTS’s symbol on the sleeve stopped right at your bra line. The perfectly bedazzled “Big Sis Vibes” glittering as the lights flashed and strobed.
Who was she? And why did he get to talk to her?
“Stoner boy’s got game now?” Sukuna muttered just barely over the music to Suguru, “...the fuck? Since when does he chat up girls without backup? That’s our thing! He should at least introduce her.”
Geto hummed as he pocketed his phone, leaning forward as his normally neutral expression cracks into a slight grin, “Jealousy doesn't suit you, man. Choso’s touchy…seems like he knows her. We just go introduce ourselves if he wont. Right? Satoru-” but Gojo was already up and walking over to the two.
The minute that Rho Psi’s president, Satoru Gojo, had laid his eyes on you, his mouth went dry and he couldn’t even think of a single word to describe this feeling. The way that your hair moved when you laughed at whatever Choso had said and the brightness of your smile hit him like a freight train. When he finally got close enough to see you leaning into Choso’s space like you owned it, his heart started slamming against his ribs and a pink flush creeped up his neck and into his cheeks. One he could not blame on the cheap vodka he’d been shooting earlier.
He didn’t even know your name yet, but fuck if he wasn’t about to make a fool out of himself trying to learn it.
Choso clocked them like it was his sixth sense, first Gojo with Geto and Sukuna following close behind him. He tilted his head a bit to see them swarming like sharks and sighed.
“Speaking of…here comes the welcoming committee.”
His arm never moved from around your shoulders and if anything he only tightened his grip as three large men walked up with predatory smiles. Ones that screamed, ‘we’re bad news’.
“Cho, you ain’t gonna introduce your little girlfriend?” Sukuna asked as he crossed his large arms over his chest, tattoos peeking out of the sleeves on his hoodie.
“Calm down, man, she ain’t my girlfriend,” he introduced you by your name and you could swear you saw the white-haired ones eyes flutter, but it also could have just been the strobe lights. “She’s Delta Tau’s house mother, professional pledge wrangler, and the reason my whole inventory don’t gather dust.”
Choso stood with you so that you could greet them properly as he introduced them for you.
“This is Rho Psi’s finest, if you can call them that. President Satoru Gojo, Vice President Suguru Geto, and “Enforcer” Ryomen Sukuna.”
You stepped forward with a hand extended, smile never dulling even as you sized the three men up.
Gojo’s cocky grin masking something more hungry, Geto’s calm but demanding presence, and Sukuna's feral looking once over that he gives you when you grab his hand.
“Enforcer, huh? Sounds like an excuse to starts fights. Its so nice to meet the undisputed overlords of college greek life. I’ve heard some things about you.” Sukuna smirked at your boldness.
“Heard things? All horrible and nasty I presume.”
“Well with the reputation you have your name’s like a dick, can’t keep it out of a pledge’s mouth.”
Sukuna barks a laugh before clapping Choso hard on the shoulder, “Fuck, Cho, I like her! That smart mouths a dangerous combo, Pretty. You drinkin’? I'll get you whatever you want.”
You hold up a solo cup with water and shake it so the ice clinks, “Not a huge drinker, plus,” you cast your eyes back at your gaggle of freshman that are grinding into other pledges, “gotta keep my girl’s safe and make sure the lawsuits stay on Rho Psi’s side tonight.”
Geto leans closer with a chuckle and bumps your water cup with his own, “Not a drinker? Respect. How long you known Choso? Pretty rare to see him with someone pretty on his arm.”
You blush at the compliments they’re hurling at you but push it down to not look just as desperate as your pledges out on the dance floor.
“Since day one of school. He’s solid…No bullshit. Not too bad for conversation either. Not to mention easy on the eyes,” this sends the group into another fit of laughter as Choso shakes his head and looks away. But Satoru is not laughing.
He’s waiting for his turn to be in your orbit. Not patiently if you would add.
Satoru finally unfroze and stepped forward with a grin that hid the way that his heart was flipping around in his chest. When you shook his hand he flipped it to where the back of your hand was facing up and brought it to his lips to ghost a kiss on your knuckles.
“Choso’s been holding out on us. You are a goddess in this chaos tonight.”
You smirked as you felt the blush deepening on your cheeks, the spot where his lips lingered electric. “Goddess? Smooth, Mr.President. You better be careful, I might think you're scouting. Do you guys really live up to the hype of party legends and lawsuit dodgers I assume you are?”
Gojo gives you a sparkling smile as he has still yet to let go of your hand. “Hype? Stick around, Sweetheart and we’ll show you legends.”
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That was two years ago, and somehow, you are still getting roped into Rho Alpha Psi’s bullshit.
They had unofficially declared that you were now the frat’s sweetheart not even weeks after initially meeting them. Official on all the documents Suguru completed but unofficial in the way they went about it. You were mulling about at the frat house more than your own. Enjoying the banter between the guys and calling it an excuse to see Choso, who shared a room with his brother.
Carving your way into their chaos, without even realizing that you were auditioning.
You were sitting on the arm of the couch beside Yuji, leaning over to give him pointers while he studied for a test, Choso wasn’t far away on the other side, lazily scrolling through his phone when Sukuna walked in from his midday workout. Sweaty and raiding the cabinets for anything to eat. He noticed you and stopped his search.
“You here again, woman? What the hell, Cho? You and Yuji hoardin’ her? I thought we shared toys in this house.”
Without even looking up from your computer you scoffed, “Toys? Bold coming from the guy that's essentially just a walking dildo with opinions.”
Yuji squealed as Sukuna blushed and looked away grumbling something to himself.
Yuji high-fived you and chuckled, his assignment forgotten to lay in on Sukuna more, “A total fucking burn!”
You weren’t even apart of this decision and didn’t know about it until you got an email from the head of greek life, Masamichi Yaga, detailing the rules, standards, and guidelines of being a frat sweetheart.
When you came to the guys about it a few days later, they casually explained the frat needed a sweetheart to make them look better.
“We decided it over wings,” Sukuna said with a wave that was more nonchalance than anything, “You’ll fit right in, sweetheart.”
“Plus,” Satoru added walking in from the kitchen, “You’re already here all the time,” he threaded his arm around your waist to pull you closer, “may as well put you to work.”
You scowl at them as they are right, you do spend a lot of time here anyway and you keep them in line. It would only make sense that they bring you into their fray. You sighed in annoyance at Satoru’s easy affection and ultimately, you melted.
“Fine, but if this messed with my classes or sorority duties-”
“It won’t, promise.” he kissed your forehead quickly, “You’ll be sweetheart supreme. We’ll even help.”
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Even after two years, Satoru hasn’t broken that promise to you. When things were getting a bit overwhelming he stepped in like the President that he normally wasn’t. Taking over some of your duties to give you a break. And you? Represented their Frat beautifully. Posting about their parties and events. Even working diligently to keep them off of probation. You were also juggling your own duties with a new group of wide-eyed littles to take care of.
As the years passed you had also become very comfortable with the guys in the frat. Likely because you had seen each of them black out drunk in their own respects and taken care of each of them as they threw up their guts those nights too. But it came easy. A natural commander.
Many parties and bashes were saved by you as well. Sukuna trying to clear the bonfire in his underwear? You were there to drag him to your car and dump him in your backseat while you treated his minor burns.
Suguru getting shit-faced and falling over while trying to piss on a tree? You were there too to hoist him up and pull his pants back up before dragging him to safety while he clutched onto you like you were his lifeline.
One of the more eventful things is Satoru’s love for nature when he gets drunk. You have to watch him closely as the minute the liquor hits, he’s dashing for the treeline trying to become Tarzan. You’ve pulled him out of his fair share of trees, maybe let him fall out of some, but who was keeping count?
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It was Halloween and at Rho Psi this was like one of the holiest days of the year to them. The frat house was a war zone when you got there.
Many of the new pledges loved when the sweetheart came around. She brought snacks.
Half-empty beer cans and one pretty impressive pyramid were on the floor that you just mopped the other day with extension chords snaking around to speakers that were blasting a playlist that had probably already looped “Thriller” three times.
You had already done your den mother duties, getting your littles in their coordinated costumes that matched yours. Fairy themed, and of course, you got to be Tinkerbell.
Upstairs, the executive board were masquerading around Satoru’s ‘presidential suite’ as he liked to call it, which was ground zero for madness.
You had slipped in without knocking to drop off some snacks while they got ready. You didn’t intend to stay any longer than to ask them about decorations and other actual necessary things, but Satoru’s texts had morphed about an hour ago from ‘Come over?’ to ‘If you don’t I’ll leak my nudes. Bad PR…your move, sweetheart’
As much as you would like to see Satoru’s nudes splayed all over YikYak, you had already seen them before...it didn’t phase you, you couldn’t allow him to tarnish the Frat's reputation you had spent the last two years digging out of the gutter.
By the time you had the door open and able to take in what was happening in the room, it was a tornado of all of them scrambling around to fix their costumes and take some pre-game shots in between.
Geto was methodically braiding his hair into a low bun, a yukata draped over his shoulders and opened, exposing his chest, as his plastic samurai sword lay forgotten on the chair. Sukuna flexing in Gojo’s full body mirror in a wife beater and a cheap looking orange jumpsuit that had the word inmate peeling off the back in black letters. Then Satoru….God, Satoru…mid-costume meltdown, his white hair was a mess of product and his face full of frustration.
“Sweetheart! Thank fuck you’re here.” spinning around from the mirror to show off the fake fangs he had taped to his canines earlier, a large velvet cape tied on his neck, and two little pinpoint dots he’d painted just above the capes string.
He was Dracula, if Dracula fucked around and got buff. Open button-down shirt still straining to cover his frame and black slacks slung low enough to make your mouth water. He zeroed in on you like a heat-seeking missile. His blue eyes raked over your tinkerbell ensemble as he forgot his current costume woes.
The green satin corset cinching your waist to sinful perfection, the tule skirt barely grazing your mid-thigh and flaring out like a tempting cloud that he wanted to touch, and those iridescent wings shimmering under the shitty bulb in his room.
“Holy shit. You are gonna fucking kill me.” he says rubbing his hands down his face, ignoring his fragile pointy canines, “Gonna have to beat everyone offa you with a stick tonight.”
You smirked, setting the snacks down, wings fluttering as you moved, “Flattery gets you nowhere, Toru. Especially not a free pass on any dumb shit you might pull tonight.”
His hands go to your hips and he's slowly getting lost in your eyes until you clear your throat and back away a bit, “So uhm…Where is this costume crisis you mentioned? I don't see anything wrong with it.”
His eyes widened like he’d been reset and spun a bit to flare out the cape, “Its this. Does the cape make me look too culty?” he leans closer, hot breath fanning your ear, “Or do you think it's just enough to lure in the fairies?” He nuzzled closer, hands returning to their rightful spot on your hips as his thumb traces the boning in your corset.
His hands wandered slowly, almost reaching the hem of your tulle skirt. Heat licked up your spine, but before you could push him away, or pull him closer, Sukuna barked out from where he was still admiring himself in the mirror.
“Oi Gojo! Quit groping the help, she's got places to be. Drunks to wrangle.”
He flexed his arms again, fabric straining, then shot you a wolfish grin, “Though gotta admit. You look fine as hell, Tink. Skirt's shorter than Choso’s dick, and thats saying something.” Choso wasn’t there to defend himself.
You whirled around at him calling you ‘the help’ and threw a bag of gummy worms at him, “I don’t hear any complaints, Ryo. Super rich coming from the guy that was naked and throwing up in my backseat last year-”
“Hey I cleaned it up like I said I would.” you crossed your arms and quirked an eye brow.
“Mhmm, yeah, but the smell lingered for weeks.”
Sukuna ripped the bag open and popped a few candies in his mouth, “Plus, that was a strategic plan, a naked guy running around gave Sugu time to hide the keg...You’re welcome by the way.” he pointed accusingly at Suguru who was finishing up tying his yukata and sheathing his plastic sword.
“But fine, I’ll behave. As long as you promise to get my ass home. Nothing hotter than you playin’ uber for this felon.”
Geto scoffed, “Behave? You? Not a chance. That same night you started chanting about ‘sacrificing virgins’ to the fire..you burned two pledges.” Sukuna couldn’t deny that he did do that and then played it off that the pledges weren’t worthy.
Suguru slid behind you in a smooth motion and readjusted one of your fairy wings with a gentle tug. His fingers lingered on your bare shoulders, warm and steady. “Just ignore them, Honey. You look ethereal.”
Geto’s eyes cut at Satoru who flipped him off, but there was no heat in it.
It wasn't a secret that while touch and affection were thrown around loosely between all of you, Satoru was still pining after you, even two years later he’d yet to make a move. Scared that he would push you away. The others found it a little pathetic he hadn’t even tried and sometimes liked to push his buttons by holding you too close or kissing your cheek when they knew he was watching.
Satoru, annoyed and desperate for your attention to be back on him, grabbed your hand and spun you back around to face him. He held the cape out and swished it with a flair before posing for you, “Alright, rate it, Tink. 10/10? Total undead snack?”
“7,” you deadpan as you reach up to fix his collar and try to hold in a laugh that bubbled up as you saw his sultry look drop into a pouty little frown.
You smoothed your hands over the outfit and tried to also ignore how his muscles flexed under your touch, “10 if you also promise me you will be a good boy tonight, Toru?”
Sukuna laughed, “Oh, baby, trust me. Satoru is just dying to be your good boy.”
This sends the room into hysterics as no one can contain their laughter at Gojo’s expense. With that you told them you were leaving and even as you descended the stairs you could still hear Suguru and Sukuna ribbing poor Satoru for all he was worth as he tried so hard to defend himself.
You smiled to yourself, and even though they all promised to be good tonight. You had a feeling tonight was going to be anything but smooth.
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The party had started when the sun went down and at that point, you were already done dealing with greek assholes. You had spent the entire afternoon setting up tents and string lights and hanging fake ghosts in the trees. The other houses down the greek life row had shown up and started setting up alongside your group's tent, Delta Tau Sigma’s tent placed directly beside Rho Alpha Psi’s just so you could keep an eye on everyone. The music was already thumping and the bonfire was burning bright, thanks to Sukuna dumping wooden pallets in and feeding it with gasoline. Nobara was also there, keeping an eye on the littles and coordinating DD’s and uber’s for everyone.
It had been a decently smooth night so far. People laughing, dancing, and communing by the bonfire. Exactly how you wanted it to stay.
Around 10 pm when the party was in full swing and the music was bumping louder, you hadn’t seen any member of the Frat other than Choso, wearing a t-shirt that said ‘this is my costume’ and Yuji, dressed as a superhero, who were milling about close to the tent. You vaguely knew that Suguru and Sukuna were tending the fire but had yet to see the snowy haired vampire that was occupying your thoughts.
He looked so good in his dumbass vampire costume. White shirt doing little to cover him and those stupid black slacks that hugged him so well. You almost started to wonder if the fangs he had glued on could handle him biting someone, maybe you?
Your thoughts were interrupted when Nobara tugged on one of your fairy wings grabbing your attention.
“Hey! Someone called the cops, we’re getting a noise complaint. Go grab the girls, I bet they're scared shitless.” You nod and wander off to find your fairy littles.
It was pretty routine for the cops to show up at these parties. They pull up with their lights on, a few hundred freshmen run scared shitless back to their dorms, and then the party continues a little quieter. For show, a bunch of the frat heads would run around the party and try to scare people into leaving with threats of getting arrested, so that the cops could see they were ‘shutting it down’.
You were used to the routine. Everyone who was anyone knew you were attached to Rho Psi and wouldn’t dare put a hand on you. You were practically Greek royalty.
You spot your gaggle of fairies being harassed by some frat asshole who was tugging on one of them trying to pull her towards the exit. The other three were furiously shrieking at him to let her go and trying to explain they were Greek but he wouldn’t listen.
“No, come on girls, you gotta go. You wanna get fucking arrested? Just Greek wannabe’s trying to fuck your way into a frat.” Your blood boiled, no one talked to your littles like that, not even you. And most certainly not some daddy’s money asshole in a Toga, which technically violated guidelines.
“Hey! Get your hands off my littles, you prick!” Relief flooded through the four girls as they saw you.
This guy obviously wasn’t somebody, because he looked at you like you were some rando and tried to puff up at you like he wanted to fight.
“Listen, little girl, if you ain’t greek or fuckin’ greek you gotta go-”
“Oh please, that bullshit saying doesn’t mean shit to me. You let my girls go or we’re gonna have issues, fuck boy.”
His face was turning red in the dying light of the fire as his fists clenched at his side. He dropped the girl's wrist and shot forward to grab yours, tugging you towards the exit as your littles shrieked and ran after him.
“You gotta fucking go. You’re just some mouthy bitch who-”
“Let her go!” you hear the high pitch of Yuji’s voice cut across the field as he makes his way over to you.
“Dude you must have a death wish! Do you know who this woman is? She’s a Frat sweetheart and not just any frat’s sweetheart shes-”
“I don’t give a fuck if shes the Queen of England-” a fist came out of no where and connected with his jaw, sending him flying to the ground and almost bringing you down with him. Sukuna stepped out of the shadows rubbing his reddening knuckles as he leaned down and picked the guys head up by his hair.
“Do you see this lovely woman right here?” he makes the dude nod with his grip, “This woman right here is property of Rho Alpha Psi, which means hands. Fucking. Off.” He punctuated every word by slamming the guy's head into the ground until he was unconscious. His nose was bloody and a bruise had already started forming on his jaw where he took the punch.
Gojo runs up, having seen the whole thing happening when he got back to the tent and rushed over.
He immediately pulled you into a hug and checked you over. You could smell the liquor on his breath “Jesus Christ, sweetheart, are you okay? Fuck, I tried to get over here as fast as I could. God, I’m gone an hour and our sweetheart turns into a damsel in distress.” He said it with no heat, meant as a joke to lighten the mood. But it rubbed you the entirely wrong way.
“A damsel in distress?” You push away and cock your head at him.
You were thankful for the intervention but definitely could have handled it on your own. You didn’t need anyone saving you. You were an adult, dammit!
Satoru didn’t clock the edge in your voice as he continued to hug on you and ‘make sure you were okay, from the big scary meathead.’ Another comment that soured in your stomach.
“I’m fine, it’s…fine. Just stop.” you turn to speak to your little fairies that are still shaking, “Come on, babes, I’ll drive you home.” As you are stomping off with your entourage trailing behind and Satoru looking like a kicked puppy, Sukuna calls out to you.
“What about us, Tink? How are we getting home?”
“Figure it out!” You call back, flipping them off.
Sukuna lets out an exasperated sigh before leaning over to Gojo.
“Really screwed the pooch this time, eh Prez?”
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That night when you got back to the Rho Psi house, you were exhausted. The adrenaline of the night was wearing off and all you wanted to do was sleep. Sukuna and Gojo had somehow beat you back.
Satoru didn’t speak when you arrived home and apart from wishing everyone goodnight, you didn’t hear him.
When you were done making sure everyone else was finally in their bed, you collapsed onto the sectional, throwing off your stupid wings that crinkled when they hit the floor. You loosened the corset just enough to take your first full breath in hours and kicked off your impractical glitter green heels.
Tonight was pure and utter shit.
But you had handled it, like you always do.
The scramble, that stupid chant, that prick's grip on your wrist that was starting to bruise a bit. It was all too much, Satoru calling you a damsel in distress, this was the stuff you were worried about when Nobara had first asked you to join.
You grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and finally let your head hit the pillow. You were about to drift off when you heard the squeak of the floor boards that wretched you from sleep’s embrace.
It was dark, but as your eyes adjusted, there was him. Satoru.
You sat up, rubbing your eyes, and let out a small yawn as you realized he was standing there staring at you.
“Satoru? What do you want?”
He was still hazy in his drunken state and he had yet to even take his costume off. His cape was draped over one shoulder and you could see that his white shirt wasn’t as white as it was earlier, and a bit rumpled from the chaos.
He crawled onto the couch, letting out a pitiful huff before folding his lanky frame into your lap, uninvited. His head sought your thighs for a pillow, arms snaking around your waist to hold you tight, and his face was nuzzling into the green tulle of your skirt like it was his only lifeline.
“Princess,” he mumbled, voice thick with booze and genuine regret, half-lidded blue eyes peering up at you filled with vulnerability, “Please don’t be mad at me.”
His hands fidgeted with the boning in your corset, thumb dipping down to feel your warm skin under the clothing. Seeking your forgiveness in his touch.
“I know I-I fucked up. Shoulda been there faster. That fucking guy grabbed you and I…shit, baby. Please, let me make it up to you?” he nuzzled deeper into the skirt and you could feel his hot breath on your thighs.
“Toru you don’t have to-”
“Anything you want, sweetheart, please? I’ll-I’ll take you to dinner, anywhere you want, don’t care.” You declined.
“I’ll buy you shit, baby. New jewelry? New Makeup? New clothes? You want it you get it.” again you declined.
“I’ll let you sleep in my bed tonight. All week? Just…don’t be pissed at me. Hate it when you’re mad.” he finished, tucking his whole face in your lap and the position made you want to clench your thighs and throw him off.
You sighed, fire fizzling out as he begged for your forgiveness. You brought your hand up to card your fingers through his snowy hair. Scratching his scalp absentmindedly like you normally did when he came to you upset.
“Toru, stop. I’m not mad because you weren’t my knight. I handled it. What pisses me off is you think I need your help. Your coddling, calling me a damsel, making me feel like I just need supervision like I’m not the one who hauls your drunk asses home every time. I don’t need saving, I need you to chill.”
He winced and shook into your skirt until he had access to the soft skin of your thighs, lips brushing the skin in an apologetic graze.
“You’re right, always are. I know you can handle yourself…Fuck, just let me apologize right. Please?”
His voice dropped an octave, still slurred but husky. He moved so that he was on his knees in front of you. One arm moving from your waist to rub from your knee to disappear into the green tulle. The other hand fumbling to pop the clasps on your corset.
Your breath hitches as he starts to slide the skirt up, exposing the matching green lace panties you had hidden under your costume.
“Like this? Let me sit between your legs,” he kissed your thigh, eyes darting to yours for any hint of discomfort or wanting him to stop, “Make you feel good…Eat you out until you forget about this shitty night?” Another kiss.
“Satoru-”
“Please, Baby? Best apology I got.”
You arched a brow, heat sparking between your belly at the mere vicinity. Satoru could feel the way that you were clenching your thighs, which only made him want you more.
“You don’t owe me anything, Toru. I accept your apology. I don’t need dinner, gifts…this..It’s alright. Got it?”
He nodded, eagerness and drunk arousal shining through, but he didn’t back off. He continued to place open mouth kisses trailing up your thighs and despite your protests you couldn’t deny this was a fantasy on crack. His tongue teased the green lace, making you shiver in place.
“I got it, baby. Totally understand. But…please? Lemme anyway?”
You couldn’t say no, not when he was so close and tonguing your already soaking panties under your skirt. When you parted your thighs to give him more room, he took this as his sign to dive in.
He started off tentative and slow, tongue lapping at the lace like it was the last drop of water he would ever get to drink. Large hands gripping your thighs and effectively holding you in place. You let out a breathy gasp as you tilted your head back and laced your fingers through his snowy locks again, desperate for anything to grab onto.
Giving his hair a harsh tug making him groan into your clothed core sending vibrations through it like lightning.
Satoru pulled back slightly to hook a long finger under the lace and pull it to the side so that he could see his real goal. In the dim light of the living room he could see the way she glistened for him. He ran his other finger up and down your slit, collecting the juices there to bring to his own lips before letting out a restrained whine.
“Fuck, baby, so wet f’me. God, yer so pretty.” He leaned back in to take an experimental lick up your slit to your clit, earning him the prettiest sound he thinks he’s ever heard, “tastes s’good…fuckin’ perfect.”
As much as his words were making you gush, you used your grip on his hair to pull him back into you. He took the hint and started lapping happily as you grinded against his willing tongue.
He was mumbling around you, muffled words like ‘s’good, Sweetheart,’ and ‘thank you, honey’. Words never stopped in between his worshiping, even as he sucked your clit gently between his lips that had your back arching off the couch, trying to muffle your own sounds despite Satoru’s loud eating.
Every movement he made was unhurried, like he was savoring the moment, drunk precision working in his favor as slick and spit dripped down his chin. He dipped his head lower, tongue teasing your slit as he slowly slid inside, nose bumping your clit.
"Fuck, Toru~just like that," you breathed, your voice dropping low and commanding, fingers tugging his hair to angle him exactly where you wanted. “You think this is a good apology?” you breathed out, not even loosening your grip to let him up for air…he didn’t want it either way.
“Think begging for forgiveness with that pretty mouth is good enough?” The dirty talk slipped out teasingly, spurring him on, you could feel him rolling his hips against the couch in search of any friction for his throbbing cock as he whimpered and panted louder into you.
“That’s it, Toru…show me how sorry you are, baby~”
The closer he was getting from grinding against the couch was evident as his touches were getting quicker. He was becoming more desperate to make you come.
Heat was building fast as his tongue tried to sink into you deeper, his thumb coming up to rub tight circles on your aching clit. He could feel you clenching around him only pulling him closer and closer to his own release.
But before he could fully get you there. You got a wicked idea. A very mean idea that would have him scrambling desperately for you. You wanted more from him. All of him.
But not here where anyone could walk in on you two
Without warning, you pulled on his hair, pulling him away from your pussy.
He was such a sight like this, panting, tongue still out as his chest heaved, eyes lust-filled but looking at you with that confused pout he was too good at. You admire him for a moment before pushing his head away and standing over him.
“Up,” it wasn’t a request, it was a command.
You wrapped your fist around his forgotten cape and pulled as you began to walk away, making him stumble to his feet as he followed you clumsily to the stairs.
His blue eyes were wide and wrecked, flush blooming crimson across his cheeks as panic flooded his features. "Baby? Did I mess up? Too much? Too rough? Fuck, I'm so sorry-" The words spilled out in a slurred rush. Were you not happy with his performance? Were you making him go to bed?
He continued to apologize as he draped over you from behind, the heat from his body molding to your back as you steered him through the hallways.
Satoru’s arms were wrapped around you, admittedly making it harder to walk, face nuzzling into your neck with sloppy wet kisses, nipping between his babbled pleas.
“Princess, pleaseee, don’t be mad. Don’ hate me…jus’ wanted to-to fix it. Shoulda done better. Lemme try again. I’ll do better…please.”
Each step towards his room made him press closer to you. Each nip and kiss amplifying your ache for him. This drunk babbling mess that was trying to slip his hands back under your skirt while actively walking.
When you reached the room you all but kicked the door open, tossing Satoru on his own bed, before climbing into his lap. “Toru,” Your hands grabbed his face, holding his pitiful gaze in your own heated one, “You didn’t mess up….wanted more.”
Your lips crashed into his in a heated makeout, tongue taking control, sweeping across his lips to taste yourself before exploring his mouth.
Satoru groaned in relief, hands frantic to unhook the last few clasps on the evil green corset. Shoving down tulle and lace in a blur as he tried to also semi-successfully throw off his own clothes.
Pushing him down flat on the mattress, white hair splayed across the comforter, as he looked up at you with eyes full of want.
“Yeah? Take it, baby…please~ take whatever you want.”
You straddled his lap, grinding slow against his hard cock through his flimsy boxers, watching his face contort as you teased him slowly. Taking whatever you gave him. He bucked instinctively at a harsh rock, but you used your thighs to pin him down tighter, voice a dangerous pur as you continued to grind into him.
“My pace, Toru. Remember? This is your apology, baby, all you gotta do is chill.”
A whine slipped out as he rested his twitching hands on your hips, begging to touch you more, feel more of you. You slipped down to peel his soaked boxers down, freeing his aching cock to the cool air of his room.
He sucked in a breath of air that turned into a strangled groan as you slowly sank down, inch by tortuous inch. Halfway down you sat back up before slowly rocking again, the tip just barely nestled inside before sinking down fully again, knocking the air out of him as you started to ride him truly. Little breathy uh’s~ leaving your lips.
His abs were tensed, veins in his hands popping out as he gripped your waist but didn't guide them, just gripped and prayed for his own sanity. The cocky Rho Alpha Psi president reduced to a whimpering pliable mess beneath you.
“Fuuck~ Princess, yer killin’ me…so good. Please…please more?”
You slowed back down to a grinding pace, hips rolling with a deliberate agonizing pace, not only for him as you pulled back and clenched around him to draw out more of his pretty noises.
“Sure you deserve more, Toru? You were kinda a prick tonight. Callin’ me names? Not somethin’ a good boy who deserves more does.”
That’s when he cracked. Head thrown back, moaning out into the air as he couldn’t stop himself from rutting up into you.
“Fuck, Toru~”
He kept moving like a dog in heat as tears started to build in his eyes from your sweet denial. Mouth spilling words that you weren’t even sure his brain was processing.
“Please…baby~. ‘m sorry. So fu- fuck- fuckin’ sorry.” You felt him twitch inside of you, moving against his thrusts to meet his hips, pleas still frantic, “ please, please, please, I love you.”
Your breath hitched.
“Love you sooo much, Princess. Since that mixer? Wanted you so bad. In my bed, in my arms, just in my fuckin’ life~”
His unfiltered confession had your heart fluttering as you bounced up and down on his cock, a loud squelching sound filling the room and mingling with your heavy breathing.
“Love me? How much you love me, baby?” you asked, bracing your hands on his chest and lightly raking your nails down. Leaving the prettiest little red marks on his perfect skin.
“Fuck, you’re it for me, baby…treat you like a queen…a fuckin’ goddess. Dates, gifts, anything you want from me. No more assholes hasslin’ you. Don’t deserve you. Need you~ Wanna be yours…please, I need it.” his voice was almost raw from begging and pleading, eyes glassy as he was so desperately close but waiting for your answer. Aching for it.
Your thighs were trembling so hard, the coil tightening as his words washed over you.
“Yes, baby, yes I’ll be yours. Fuck, you can come, Toru.”
Your orgasm washed over you like hot fire, toes tingling as you tried to close your legs around his hips instinctively which only made him shatter underneath you with a groan.
You collapsed onto his sweaty chest, both heaving and gulping in air like it was in short supply. You felt him grab your face as he started peppering your cheeks in kisses as you both came down from your highs.
You stood to go grab a towel from his bathroom, him following behind like being away from you even for a second was painful, arms snaking around your bare waist as he stared at you in the mirror with a dumb smile.
“So…Girlfriend? Right?”
You laugh and turned around in his grip to flick him on the forehead before kissing his red cheeks.
“Yes, Toru…Girlfriend.”