#also mod pls don’t ever apologize YOURE PERFEECCTTTTT

[odetolove]

Koushi hates you. He’s hated you ever since you walked into his Intro to Psychology class freshman year, an unexplainable heat pooling in his gut whenever you would flash your papers with bright red “100”s in his direction or send snarky comments his way during lectures. He didn’t know why you suddenly set your sights on him from that first day, but every interaction with you pushed his buttons, and nearly four years later, he was about to snap.

It didn’t help that you would always walk around campus wearing next to nothing. Those sorry excuses of tank tops? They were more like bras with how short they were, so thin that the gentlest breeze caused your nipples to strain against the fabric. Your skirts? So short that whenever you bent over, Koushi was able to see whatever pair of lace panties you were wearing that day.

For nearly four years, Koushi let his hate for you run its course, keeping the mindset that the sooner he graduated, the sooner he could forget about you. For those four years, he was successfully able to avoid you for the most part. It was his last semester of college, and he was just ready to be out of there and not have to look at you for the rest of his life. He was unluckily placed in the same Public Speaking class as you, but what harm would one more semester with you do?

Until one day when you “brushed” past him after class, your shoulder roughly knocking into his as you walked alongside one of your friends, his nostrils being invaded with the scent of your expensive perfume. The look you sent him was dark, eyes burning and skin shining with sweat from the hot sun.

That look followed him to his dorm room later that night, when he beat his cock so hard he was weeping. He just wanted to fuck you til you cried, put you in your place, and let some steam off. He imagined what you would look like under him, begging for his cock and cum as he let out four years’ worth of frustration out on you. Koushi certainly didn’t expect to get a whiff of your perfume when he covered his mouth and nose with his shirt in an attempt to muffle his noises. He certainly didn’t expect to cum that very moment he inhaled the perfume, breathily groaning your name and milking his cock once more.

And that brings Koushi to the next day. As if the gods themselves were laughing at him, he had to be paired with you for a major speech, one worth more than 200 points. At this point, he just wanted to be done with the speech, then email his professor if he could work alone for future projects.

But he had to deal with you first, tapping away at your laptop and humming obnoxiously to yourself as you started drafting the outline of the speech in his dorm room, on his bed nonetheless. His roommate was out for the night, leaving the two of you alone. Koushi unconsciously clenched his fist right there on his desktop, willing the stirring in his pants to cease. You were wearing that damned perfume again, the same one that drove him crazy last night and made him cum until he nearly passed out.

How much more was he gonna be able to take?

-Suga anon :)

IM SORRY I KNOW THIS IS REALLY LONG I CAN REWRITE IT IF YOU WANT SO ITS SHORTER

it was hard- near exhausted with playing up the fact that i hated him in order to keep the lust bubbling in my tummy every time i even looked his way down. it was better to keep him at arms length with any jab or coughed out insult than to admit just how much time he spent in my head unknowingly.

preoccupying myself with idly drafting up slides and assigning him some of the harder ones for the presentation i let myself look at him when he wasn’t aware- bitting my lip. with a huff, i tossed my laptop to the side of his bed, obnoxiously stretching, oversized cardigan sliding off one shoulder when i sat back down.

i’m bored.

i mumble- eyes glancing over his bed, eyes landing on his covers and pillows, wondering if they smelled as nice as him- wondering if they were comfortable and how they’d feel against bare skin.

how much more do you have to do… you’re kinda a slow typer.

i giggle teasingly, tossing my hair back while swinging my legs- not being able to help send a teasing remark his way, the way he responded to them; eyes hardening, jaw clenching always always always had my legs clench in anticipation, wondering if he’d look at me like that while keeping me pinned down to whatever surface he fucks me on.

my hands keep me busy while i wait for him to answer, playing with the hem of the dress i’m wearing- making sure to wear the cutest one i owned, something pink and soft; despite the cold weather, choosing to suffer through it all in order to hopefully entice him.

if you want me to, i can do your part too- it’s pretty easy, you won’t have to strain that brain of yours trying to keep up.