Well, turns out I still have a part left before I can show the kid in pics, buuuut hey! My MC has a daughter, there's a whole backstory to that, but that's for later—gotta keep working on commissions. I'm gonna go melt for a bit now.
En mi facebook lo posteo en español si que si
Y si, usé los fondos del juego porque no me iba a hacer el daño de redibujarlo, soy un tramposo (?
AN: I said I'd upload part three and I am a woman of my word. I hope this one is nastier than the last :D
It's been a little while since the dining room escape, semester finals looming over everyone, leaving little time for anything but test prep. When Mammon brought home 45% on his recent, open-note, mind you, practice exam for the upcoming history of the devildom course, you were concerned for your boyfriend's academic future; you were in full-blown panic mode when he told you that in order to pass this class, he needed to make at least a 90% on the final.
You're now sitting on one of Mammon's couches in his room, emptying the contents of his backpack onto the table. None of his papers are organized, most of them are only filled out as much as his name, and some of them you swear are projects dated to be turned in at least 100 years ago. Mammon has been knee deep in his closet trying to find his 'study pen' for the last 15 minutes.
"Dude! How do you find anything?" You say, exasperated as you pull out another stack of papers.
"Oi! Don't call me dude! I'm the love of your life!" Mammon complains, coming out pen-less but dressed head to toe Devicci.
"Baby?" You say as calmly as you can manage. "Where the fuck is your pen?"
Mammon's eyes go wide at that as he turns back to look at his closet that currently looks ransacked, mainly because he was basically ransacking it.
"You see, I was looking for it, but then I found these pants, and I was like, oh shit, I've been looking for these, so I had to find the matching shirt, and then it kinda got away from me there.... But! You can't say I don't have that shit on!" He tries to show off his new outfit to you, which just earns him a sharp glare.
"Alright, alright! I'll find my pen, I promise!"
You just turn back to his papers, at least organizing all the materials he needs for his devildom history class. It's 30 minutes later, when you're all done organizing, that you go to inspect what's up with all the racket coming from his closet. You walk up to find him surrounded by piles of stuff, a small bottle of cologne in his hand as he inspects it.
"Pen?" You ask, making him jump.
"It's around here somewhere, I just ain't found it yet."
"That's it." You tell him putting your foot down. "Your things are in here, and you get too distracted by your things. We are going to my room."
"But... this is your room?"
You just grab his hand, dragging him out of the closet, grabbing his papers off the table, and hauling both of you to the room you first stayed in when you got to the devildom. The change of scenery was successful; you actually got Mammon to study for a solid two hours! You guys decide to take a quick 15 minute break for trying to tackle the next couple of units he needed to go over.
"You know, we never had sex in this room." You say, talking out loud, staring at the ceiling, lying on the bed with Mammon.
Mammon flips over from his back to his belly, excitedly.
"Wanna change that?" A boyish grin plastered across his face.
"Hahaha, maybe after you pass your test."
"Aww, come onnnnn." He says, nudging your face with his nose. "Maybe it will help me pass! And plus we can check it off for the bet."
He moves himself so he's positioned over you on the bed, hips slotted in between your legs. head dipping down to kiss along your neck. It feels good, but your phone alarm going off, signifying the end of your break, is the perfect reminder to stay strong.
"Mammonnnnn." You drone out, weakly pushing on his shoulders.
He doesn't let up on your neck as he reaches over to your phone, turning off the alarm. He's pressing kisses up your neck, along your jaw, peppered all over your face. Your hips start to chase the friction your body is craving, grinding against the hardness of him.
"Mammonnnnn," He mimics you back almost perfectly, sucking a soft kiss just below your ear. "Come on, treasure, you wouldn't be grinding against me like a desperate slut if ya didn't want to check it off too."
He emphasizes his statement by grinding harder into you, the friction making your back arch. Your pussy is absolutely throbbing in your pants, making it hard to think clearly. He moves after that, trapping your lips in between his with a heavy kiss, swallowing up any further protests from you as he begins to lick, explore, and completely consume you, making the lines where you start and he begins more and more blurred.
It's a blur of movement as the temperature in the room begins to rise with the scorching need between you two. Your clothes are both coming off in a frenzy, landing in various locations around the room as you two hurriedly undress each other. It isn't long before you're face down, ass up on the plush comforter of what you used to call your bed.
Mammon stands behind you, large hands rubbing soothing circles against the globes of your ass before coming down in a hard smack against your skin. You can feel yourself clench around nothing as you let out a moan.
"I swear this sight is better than all the Grimm in the world." He mutters out, rubbing the hard head of his cock along your soaked fold, just spreading the messy wetness from your core all over your folds and him.
He stops for a moment as you turn your head to see what the hold up could possibly be when you need him inside of you NOW. He's got his hard, heavy member in his hand, glistening with a mix of his precum and your slick as he works his hands up and down, shuddering at the feeling.
He rubs himself along your folds one more time, tapping hard against your clit, eliciting small whimpers from you as you bury your face back into the mattress. He grabs both of your arms from your sides, bringing them together behind your back as the head of his cock notches against your entrance. He pulls you up against him as his cock completely fills you, knocking the breath out of your lungs as any open crevice in your body is completely consumed by him.
"Shitttt." He groans from between gritted teeth. "You gotta relax, baby. I ain't even all the way in yet."
His hand that wasn't currently on holding your hands back, rubbing soothing circles on your hip as you try to adjust to the stretch of him. His hand travels from your hip down in between your legs, rough finger pads catching your clit in small, tight circles, causing you to see stars as you throw your head back in ecstasy against him, and a moan rips from your chest. He pushes in the last few inches, officially filling you to the hilt as your ass settles against his pelvis.
"Mamssss." You whine out, grinding against him. He drags himself almost all the way out before pushing back in hard, keeping up the almost slow torturous pace, slowly dragging out before pushing himself back into your tight, wet heat.
You try to push him to go faster, pushing your hips down in time with his thrust, taking him impossibly deeper inside you. You can feel him in your stomach every time he pushes in against your cervix, making you choke out a desperate moan.
"Fuckkkk, always so good f'me, only me. Mine. Mine. Mine." He growls out as his pace finally picks up to a blinding pace, his hand never stopping his attack on the bundle of nerves hidden in your folds.
You're coming around his cock before you could even warn him that your orgasm was coming, soaking his lap with your slick as you shake and twitch in the after waves of your orgasm. Mammon releases your arms as he climbs completely on top of you, his fat cock never leaving your hole as you collapse on the bed. He's drilling himself deep inside of you, pace becoming more and more frantic as the wet slaps of your bodies coming together fill the room. He falls, putting his full body weight on top of you, arms caging you in a mess of hot, sweaty bodies, leaving no space between you as you reach back to grab his stuttering hips to pull him in deeper to you.
The groan that rips from his chest is almost animalistic as he cums deep inside of you, stuffing you completely full as you twitch underneath him. He pulls out with a hiss, cool air hitting his wet, sensitive dick, leaving you whimpering at the loss. He flips you over on your back with ease, pushing your legs up and spreading them to display your sloppy hole to him, dripping a mix of your cum.
"You look so perfect like this, so full of me it's dripping out." He rambles out like you're not even there, eyes never leaving your pretty pussy. He collects his spend that escapes out of your hole onto his pointed finger, pushing it back into your twitching hole.
"Too sensitiveeeee." You whine out, trying to push him back and away.
This does nothing to deter him as he lowers his mouth down against you, your hands flying into your hair as he licks and licks and licks up the cum in your swollen folds. You cum once more, hard as he cleans you up with his mouth. You wonder if it's a crime to Mammon if he fucks you and you only cum once as he comes up with a satisfied grin, pressing a sloppy kiss against your lips, the taste of both of you flooding your taste buds.
• zero nonchalance filter, immediately tells on himself when he’s jealous
• absolute and ultimate romantic, man is writing sonnets you have to decipher to understand the gravity of his feelings
• doesn’t let you get away with being sly about anything and plays dumb so you have to spell out exactly what you mean (partially because he enjoys your flustered face or embarrassment)
• convinces Diavolo to invite you over all the time over the smallest things just because he wants an excuse to see you or steal you away for a moment
• enjoys your humanity and often stares at you from across the room in observation
• keeps a log about your interesting habits or likes to further research because he’s so meticulously
• Is more of a tease then he lets on
• quite enjoys how much you rely on him at times
SMUTTRTRT
• an absolute freak but no one (except you) knows
• total switch and can easily flip between them
• enjoys having sex in public yet intimate locations such as the kitchen he’s constantly cooking in
• time freeze sex in open spaces so he can watch you panic as he asks what you would do if he put time back to normal (he’s joking (?))
• absolute tease and brushes his tail against you while your having tea with diavolo
• puts aphrodisiac in your tea and acts surprised when you ambush him in his quarters late at night
• has zero shame about his perverseness , he’s just quiet about it
•if there’s a closed space, he will press himself against you and act like he doesn’t know why your blushing
• is more possessive than jealous when it comes to how much time you spend with the brothers so he monopolizes all your time at night, if your too tired and sleep in the next day, it’s no problem for him
• feral if you send him nudes while he’s trying to work, you will get tail fucked under the table at a party for it
•let’s his tail pull your legs open or hold them down
• has an intense gaze with his pupils dilated when he’s in the heat of the moment
You’ve worn your boyfriend Sukuna to the bone, so your other boyfriend Toji takes over.
warnings. fem!reader/tojikuna, threesome, multiple orgasms, piv, kissing, creampie, overstim, ovulation, switch!toji if you squint, dom!sukuna. nsfw 18+ mdni.
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The first thing Toji noticed when he stepped through the front door was the heat. A subtle humidity lacing the air like the sweet lingering remnants of perfume. There was your lotion, sweet and familiar, and the smell of fresh sweat, layered with something primal and musky - the smell of sex.
The second thing he noticed was Sukuna, splayed over the couch like he’d just run a marathon. Tank top soaked through and sweatpants riddled with little damp patches, dotted across the fabric like stray petals. Toji’s gaze dipped without bothering to hide the way he was blatantly staring at Sukuna’s chest, at the heaving pecs peeking out from his neckline, eyes tracking the little bead of sweat beginning to trail a hot path down the center.
“What’s your problem?” Came Toji’s eventual greeting as he paused by the door, tearing his eyes away just to sling his gym bag over the hook there before continuing into the room, water bottle clasped in his hand.
Sukuna glared in reply, and if Toji were anyone else he might have actually felt intimidated by the sight. But with the way the other man was panting, pink tufts of hair stuck every which way and slicked with sweat, he didn’t paint a particularly scary image. In fact the only sensation the sight triggered within Toji was a mild amusement, alongside a tiny spark of heat low and betraying in his belly.
“I’ve already had her four times,” Sukuna grunted, “the brats insatiable.”
Toji snorted mid sip of water, eyes leaving the couch to instead peer through the half opened doorway to the bedroom, where he managed to catch only a glimpse of your bare leg through the crack. From the looks of it you were naked - splayed over the sheets, hair probably still a little damp from the shower, skin lacquered with lotion, half washed away with sweat by now.
“What, she ovulating or something?” Toji wondered aloud, lowering the bottle to once again catch Sukuna’s gaze over the metal rim.
The other man crossed his arms unceremoniously across his chest, and Toji watched the tendons jump in the winding muscle of his forearms as he shrugged.
“That or she’s in heat, damn near milked me dry.” He grumbled, brows knitted, working a mean line between them. If you were here you’d reprimand him for such an expression, crawl over the couch and run your thumb between his salmon brows until the lines wore smooth, or until Sukuna grew bored and wrapped a hand around your wrist to flip you onto the cushions instead.
Toji laughed then, the sound rough and graveled like tattered velvet.
“Seriously?” He scoffed, lips spread into a sly grin as he licked stray droplets from them, “had to tap out did ya’ Ryomen?”
Sukuna’s scowl only deepened, soured now with genuine irritation.
“Just be grateful I wore her out for you,” he spat, “and watch your tone, or it’ll be you spread eagle and whining for more cock next, Fushiguro.”
Toji chuckled again as he screwed the lid of his bottle on tight, the motion accented with a metallic ‘squeak!’ before he tossed it toward Sukuna, hard enough that he heard the fleshy impact when the other man’s hand shot out to catch it.
“Yeah yeah,” he mused, moving past the couch to instead push through the bedroom door, which creaked beneath the effort, “drink some fuckin’ water and get outta my way.”
If he were being honest, when he’d left for the gym that morning he’d been hoping for this exact scenario. Toji knew you - or at least your cycle - well enough to know that you’d wake up needy and leaking, and he knew Sukuna well enough to know he wouldn’t be able to resist the sight of you humping his thigh like a dog in heat for very long. So he’d left without a word just as the sun kissed the horizon, and he’d been half hard in his sweats since his second rep just thinking about it.
If the living room was warm, the air within the bedroom was stifling. But it wasn’t the heat or the sticky sweet scent that knocked the air from Toji’s lungs on entry, no. It was the sight of you - limbs splayed over the mattress, hair messed and wild where your head was tucked between the pillows. Your jaw lifted back far enough to expose the long column of your throat, giving Toji a stellar view of the dark sucking marks peppered there, indents of teeth that he was sure would melt into bruises by the evening.
Toji took in the sight indulgently - paused in the doorway, a lone hand already trailing its way down the curve of his stomach, teasing until his fingers curled over the bulge forming there. He squeezed once and shivered, reveling in the immediate relief that sizzled over his body like a splash of ice water.
He could feel the weight of Sukuna’s gaze piercing into the back of his skull like the promise of a snipers sight. He didn’t indulge the urge to peer over his shoulder and meet that heated gaze, instead he let his hand drop to his side and pressed a knee into the mattress.
You didn’t move, didn’t speak or even open your eyes when he crawled over the sheets, crowding your space like a panther sliding atop its snagged prey.
His hand met the curve of your waist, skin soft and warm beneath his palm, layer of sweat sticking you lightly to him. He trailed one hand downward over the curve of your belly, the other grazed feather-soft over the slopes of your breasts, pausing to pinch gently at either nipple, perked and willing in his hands.
“You’re soaked sweetheart,” he mused when his fingers finally dipped between your thighs, which gave way to him easily, spreading to make room for his forearm to slot between. He moved slowly, palming soft and teasing over your mound and listening to you mumble mindlessly below him.
You whined something unintelligible in reply, voice nothing but a high pitched whimper, crackled like shattered glass.
With a chuckle, he leaned down and craned his head until his ear rested level with your mouth.
“What’s that sweetheart?” He questioned, head tilted to listen.
You swallowed, hard and dry, and licked your lips before you spoke again. Another croaked string of words hit his ear, a touch clearer this time. He realized then that you weren’t mumbling gibberish at all, you were begging.
“More, more, need more, please ‘kuna, please jus’ one more…”
Toji chuckled and lifted his head back to study you again - he found your eyes still closed, brows now knitted into an expression that was decidedly desperate.
“Old Ryo’ couldn’t keep up, huh?” He mused, hands lifted from your body to instead press into the mattress either side of your head, leveraging the weight of him as he slotted himself properly between your thighs.
You offered a gentle huff in reply, eyelids feeling much too heavy to bother opening. Your limbs felt numb, tingling with residual little sizzles of pleasure.
“Don’t worry doll, ‘m here now.”
Toji didn’t waste time working you open or teasing you with the brush of his lips or gentle caresses, no. He simply slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it sideways. His thumb hooked over his waistband, tugged down to let his length spring free and slap hard and raw against you.
The sensation was enough to have his lips parting around a shuddered breath. You felt like heaven - like slick molten silk kissing each bumped ridge as he rutted through your swollen folds. You jolted when he shifted, hard inches rubbing over your clit, still singing with over stimulation.
He grinned and lowered a thumb to pet at your entrance, leaking slick and dribbles of what he was sure was Sukuna’s spend. He traced your rim beneath the head of his cock slowly, smearing the milky little pearls gathered there and wondering just how many loads Sukuna had managed to stuff inside you before he’d finally tapped out. The thought made his breath catch, and sent another sizzle of heat straight to his throbbing cock.
“C’mon, look at me now,” Toji cooed, watching the way any semblance of coherency on your face melted away when he finally pressed down, sinking inside with a single dizzying press of his hips - testament to just how soaked and used you really were.
It was enough to make your eyes roll behind your lids, fluttering with the delicious sting of being stretched open again. Toji treated you with shallow little thrusts. The hair at his base tickling your clit, thick veins pulsing against your rubbed raw walls where Sukuna had pounded you until you cried, until you bruised. And yet despite the pain, the ache - that needling little bud of desire still burned just as hotly as when you’d first awoken that day, stoking the fire in your belly and dribbling lava hot between your aching thighs.
“Oh, oh…” you moaned dumbly, lashes twitching as you finally lifted them and tried to blink away the layer of hazy film that had settled there. Your mind felt fuzzy, vacant. Drunk on the sensation of being stuffed utterly full once again.
“There she is,” Toji soothed.
“‘Ji, it’s you…” came your delayed greeting, nothing more than a breathy whine, “need’t cum, need to cum again, please…”
“Again?” Toji echoed in faux surprise, hips lowing to a torturous roll, “that’s a little greedy of you, don’t you think?”
“Incredibly greedy,” a distant voice interrupted, flat and deep and utterly serious.
Toji tilted his head back just enough to catch sight of Sukuna’s broad form filling the doorway, looking more like the hired security than someone who actually lived there. Toji peered through strands of ink black hair at the big hand that was beginning to dip beneath the waistband of Sukuna’s sweats, palming lazily at the considerable bulge there. Sukuna’s gaze was equally heavy and heated, lowered past the curve of Toji’s spine to track the way your hole was stretching around his thickness.
Toji swallowed, took a final glance at the sight of Sukuna beginning to work his length free from his boxers. His eyes stuck on the exposed slip of tan skin where Sukuna had tugged his shirt upward, the spatter of hair dusted there, before he turned his attention back to you.
“Haven’t even asked how my day was yet, and here you are begging me to make this needy pussy cum,” Toji teased, “and after Ryo’ took such good care of you too.”
“Please,” you cried, shaking your head furiously against the damp pillows crumpled either side of you, “please don’t tease me.”
“Aw I’m sorry sweetheart,” Toji cooed, voice dripping thick with mock concern, “you just need it real bad, huh?”
The delicate shallow thrusts he had been nursing you with suddenly shifted, turned to long pulls smacked back inside hard enough that you felt the tip of him kiss somewhere deep and delicate. Each buck had your legs quivering, and a sharp little shock of pain and pleasure in equal measure sizzling over your skin.
You were lucid enough only to know that he was moving, slow methodical thrusts that felt achingly tender. Each twitch of his worked muscle was purposeful, each motion entirely controlled and aimed to break you apart.
“Shh, just feel it. You feel me, right baby? Nice ‘n deep.” The words were sin incarnate, purred right into your ear.
You were nodding before you could think, slurring a string of unintelligible words alongside breathy cries of his name, strung together like a prayer.
“Deep… deeper…”
The scent of him was intoxicating, dizzying. The sharp sting of fresh sweat and his own familiar woody musk was enough to have you lifting your trembling legs just to hook a heel over his hip and tug him closer.
“Finally knocked all the brains outta you, huh?” Toji teased, “That’s alright, don’t need to think. Just keep squeezin’ this pretty little pussy around me, yeah?”
One of your hands fled the sheets to instead grasp at one of Toji’s bare shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there.
“Kiss me,” you panted, blinking up at him with wide wet eyes, blown black and glossy with need, “oh, hng-… please Toji…”
Toji didn’t bother with a reply, instead he simply dipped his head and captured your lips in a kiss so sudden you barely had the wherewithal to suck in a lungful of air before he was swiping any lingering thoughts away with the hot slide of his tongue.
You melted into the touch, letting the roll of his jaw guide your movements - moaning in surprise when his teeth nipped at your cracked lower lip, your grip on his shoulder tightening when his tongue met yours.
When you finally split apart you were sufficiently softened by the blend of his sweet kisses and the steady rock of his hips, brain humming quietly like the static of a tv set to a dead channel.
“Good?” Toji questioned, head tilting.
You just nodded, struggling to keep you gaze affixed on the inky strands of hair slipping over Toji’s forehead, that was until a sudden blur of colour crept into the edge of your vision.
“Oi, what are you?-…”
You watched, motion a little delayed, as Sukuna’s hand slid across the back of Toji’s neck. Toji’s eyes widened an inch, looking genuinely shocked for just a moment before Sukuna’s grip tightened, firm hand forcing his head upward until they finally met in a rough crashing of lips.
Peering up you simply watched, entranced, at the slide of pink tongue between sticky sweet flutters of your lashes. Eyes caught on the way Toji’s brows lifted and his hips stuttered just a little when Sukuna’s hand tightened into a fist at his nape, strands of silky black hair sticking wayward through his thick fingers.
Toji grunted into the kiss, rougher now - a tumble of teeth and tongue in stark contrast to the slow rhythm of the embrace you had shared. One of Toji’s hands curled over your hip, thumb mindlessly tracing the bone there. The other found Sukuna’s chest, grasping a handful of fabric before he was shoving the other man backwards.
You watched a glittering thread of spit link them for a moment before it split, and you must have clenched at the obscene sight because Toji made a choked sound above you, falling into the sensation a little like he were suddenly made of jelly.
“Fuck sweetheart,” he panted, lips glossed as he dug a fist into the mattress beside your head, “that’s it, just like that.”
His thrusts didn’t slow or soften, but they felt sloppier somehow, and when you blinked upward you realized why. Sukuna had stepped in behind Toji, plump chest pressed to his back, massive hand still curled around his nape, thumb rubbing soothing little shapes there. His head turned inward, lips pressed to the delicate little strip behind Toji’s ear, breathing so close you could see the speckle of goosebumps begin to prickle over Toji’s skin.
“C’mon Fushiguro,” Sukuna purred, quiet enough that you could barely hear the sweet syrupy words, “don’t get soft on me now.”
Dazed, you watched Sukuna raise a spare hand to his lips, thumb pressed against tongue beneath the glint of pearly canines before he reached past Toji’s hips and tucked it between your thighs. You jerked at the sudden contact, the searing heat of his slick thumb, calloused and rough and perfect against your abused clit.
“Bastard…” Toji gritted, breaths coming ragged now, panting between barely masked grunts of pleasure as his head dipped beneath the weight of the palm at his nape. His gaze was glassy, glued to where you were clamping around him, where your slick was painting the dark curls at his belly white.
Sukuna only grinned in reply, and you could hear the lazy glee lacing his tone with his next words, thumb still rolling over your twitching nub as you writhed beneath his touch.
“Go on now,” he rumbled, low and filthy over the shell of Toji’s ear, and you swore you felt Toji twitch in response. “make the pretty girl cum.”
You could feel it, the looming buzz of your orgasm, curling like the crest of a wave, hot and tight in your belly like the slow cinching of a knot.
“Close ‘ji…’m close,” you slurred, “gonna… hn!- ‘m gonna…”
“I’m right here sweetheart,” Toji was groaning now, shivering a little as the hand at his nape tightened once more. His thrusts were wild - wide sloppy pumps driven haphazardly into the slick mess between your thighs. Sukuna’s thumb continued its assault, drawing steady heart shapes over your clit, right above where Toji was busy splitting you open.
“C’mon princess,” Toji pleaded, words accented with a kicking throb that you felt all the way in your gut, “give it to me.”
You let your eyelids fall shut, squeezed tightly against the way your vision was beginning to blur at the edges. Senses dulled, sounds and scents becoming more and more distant with each second of rising pleasure until suddenly the knot snapped, and you were unraveling along with it.
Toji cursed somewhere beyond the numbed blackness of your senses, and alongside it you felt a flood of heat and the familiar twitching pulse of him as he filled you. Firm hands gripped your waist like an anchor, holding you in place as you squirmed against his final stuttered humps, wracked with unending wave after wave of white hot pleasure.
“Shh, that’s it, that’s a good girl…” Toji was cooing into your ear, forehead pressed to the pillow, only hair tickling your cheek.
The words were a salve, a balm smoothed over your mind until all that was left was the honeyed buzz of pleasure.
You sucked in a shaky breath and realized along with it that you were crying, cheeks soaked and salted with fresh tears. You let your limbs fall, limp and exhausted against the sheets. A subtle ache was beginning to settle in your muscles, in your bones, and yet beneath it all you still felt it - that itch deep inside, like an unending, desirous pit.
“More…” you croaked, voice utterly broken despite your pleading.
Toji scoffed somewhere above you - sounding equal parts shocked and proud at your incessant appetite. You heard the distant thump of approaching footfalls, followed by the telltale creak of a knee digging into the mattress before the bed was dipping beneath a considerable weight, and you felt Toji slip out with a slick sucking sound.
“Move Fushiguro, think I just got my second wind.”
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a/n: kinda ahhh drabble while I work on longer fics bc I’m stuck thinking about tojikuna, hope you enjoy anyway <3
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