sunlight peaked through the curtains of your shared apartment. it was early morning, but the exact time was unclear. you had woken up a few minutes ago and suguru was stirring beside you. you felt him first: his big arms wrapping around you, soft lips leaving wet kisses down your neck, and the hard tent in his pants pressing against your ass.
wasting no time, you slowly grinded against him, earning a low grown from the raven haired man. his soft lips ghosted over your skin while his hands gripped your hips. you instinctively opened your legs as he inched closer to you. the only thing you had on were your flimsy sleep shorts and matching tank top. suguru snaked his hand in between your thighs and tugged off your shorts. arching into him, you spread even wider so he could reach where you ached the most.
“already soaked so for me,” he murmured. using his fingers, he spread your slick across your folds a low hum. all you could manage was a small nod. he pressed a kiss to your shoulder before slipping two fingers inside of you. you moaned into your pillow and shuddered. his long fingers reached where your own couldn’t. he curled them and you bit the pillow to muffle your embarrassingly loud moans.
he cupped your face and stroked your cheek with his thumb. “don’t hide from me. i wanna hear you.” your cunt fluttered at his words and you whimpered his name.
“you’re taking my fingers so well my love,” he cooed, picking up the pace a little. broken moans left your lips as he fucked you with his fingers. you didn’t hold back this time, letting him hear just how good he made you feel.
“my baby is so needy in the morning, isn’t she?” suguru pressed his lips to your neck. a soft cry escaped your lips, your thighs shaking as he curled his fingers again.
you shattered, the pleasure taking over you. you whispered his name quietly as you came down from your high. suguru pulled out his fingers with a wet squelch before bringing them to his lips.
“mmm,” he moaned shamelessly. you glanced over your shoulder and watched as he swirled his tongue to taste you. he smirked when he realized you were watching him, then pulled down his boxers.
precum was already oozing from his mushroom tip. you reached behind you and pumped the base of his cock, earning a low groan from him. as you glided your thumb across the head, he twitched in your palm and bucked his hips into your hand slightly.
after you teased him a bit, he did the same suguru teased your entrance, smearing your wetness with his length before pushing inside. you gasped at the stretch. he split you open as he slowly buried himself deeper and deeper inside of you. once he fully bottomed out, he began to move his hips slightly.
the angle was more agonizing than his pace. his thrusts were shallow, he barely pulled out before slipping back inside of you, but the way his tip nudged that spot deep inside made you shiver. your velvet walls clenched around him with each stroke, taking every inch.
“my pretty girl,” he whispered. you whined softly, too tired and too fucked out to think properly. "perfect, just perfect."
he rolled his hips slowly. you arched your back and grasped the pillow under your head. his dick bullied your cunt, making your brain go all fuzzy. the way he whispered sweet, yet filthy things to you wasn’t helping either.
“you take me so well, my love. the way you melt like putty in my hands drives me crazy.” he smiled into your skin. “milking the shit out of me as a ruin you. so tight, you’d think i never take care of you.”
but that wasn’t true. mornings like this with suguru were a reoccurring thing. he always found himself slipping inside of you, reaching where you needed him most.
Summary: You are in a poly marriage with Satoru and Suguru. Satoru has been away for a month and he missed his husband and wife.
CW: MDNI/ NSFW, threesome, married couple/ established relationship, poly, unprotected sex, breeding, m!recieving oral, f!receiving oral, spanking, a lil bit of degradation?, frotting, cockwarming, aftercare, top Suguru, bottom Satoru.
WC: 6.6k
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You were spent over an hour ago, but Satoru still kept going. Slamming into you so hard over and over; you had lost your voice from screaming and the sensation between your legs. Finally, his last orgasm ripped through him, shooting a final blank, he pulled out while sprinkling soft kisses down your back. The sudden emptiness was welcome, you were exhausted. He just took everything from you and then some, but you wanted every second of it.
As soon as he withdrew, you became dead weight and collapsed on the bed, gasping for air and trying desperately to catch your breath. Your legs and arms were numb from holding your weight up for so long, tingling like you’d been stuck by a thousand needles. Your pussy was pounded so hard, you doubt you’ll be able to walk tomorrow. Satoru wiped his forehead from the accumulated sweat and let out a satisfied sigh as he observed the mess he made of you.
Your right ass cheek was bright red with slightly broken skin where the center of his hand repeatedly spanked. Your hips had faint bruises decorating them from his lethal grip. Your neck and chest splattered with hickies. And finally, a distinct bite mark on your shoulder. From the first time he came so hard and your shoulder was the closest thing to his mouth.
Satoru stood up and away from the bed and enjoyed his masterpiece. The fucked out and marked up mess he made of you, while you laid there catching your breath.
Satoru walked to the bathroom to grab you a damp towel to clean up with. He sat on the edge of the bed facing you and motioned the towel toward you. You didn’t even have the energy to reach for the towel, you just shut your eyes, which meant “you do it, I’m too tired.” He let out a huffed laugh while he brought his forehead to yours, “I went pretty rough on you didn’t I, baby? Here, let me clean you up.” He slowly parted your legs at the knee and ran the damp cloth over your center. You winced in pain, even the sensation of the fabric against your swollen folds was too much.
He stopped for a moment, noticing your pain, “Just one more wipe and then I’m done.” By then, you were already falling asleep. Satoru leaned down to give you one more kiss and whisper, “I love you so much.” And then exhaustion took over and darkness swallowed you whole.
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Suguru walked through the front door finding Satoru laid out on the couch watching TV. Satoru’s head quickly swiveled around to find his husband standing in the foyer. Satoru smiled wide and waited for his husband to approach. Suguru let his bags fall to the ground and practically skipped over to Satoru. When their lips crashed together, so did their bodies. Satoru had been gone for over a month on a mission to Africa. This was the first time he had seen his husband and he was elated. Without any words being said yet, the kiss turned into a passionate make out that quickly had the two aroused. Their semi hard cocks were already rubbing together causing so much friction. Suguru was now in Satoru’s lap straddling him.
Suguru found the strength to break the kiss for a moment and ask, “Where’s y/n? Did she welcome you home yet?”
“Uhh yeah, she definitely did. You probably won’t be seeing her for the rest of the night, she’s sleeping it off.” Satoru leaned in to continue working kisses from Suguru’s neck to his cheek.
“Satoru, what did you do to our wife?” Suguru asked with lowered eyes.
“Nothing! I was just happy to see her after a month.”
Suguru rolled his eyes at Satoru and then lifted his chin to give him more access.
Suguru pushed off of Satoru and said, “I want to go say hi to her and ask if she wants to join before we start.”
As Suguru stood up and turned to the bedroom, Satoru sarcastically replied, “Good luck with that.”
Suguru entered your bedroom to find you fast asleep on your bed with a sheer blanket atop you. You were lying half on your side, half on your stomach, with your ass facing him. He quietly crept up to the bed and sat on the edge, careful to not move the mattress too much and disturb you. As he gazed at his sleeping wife, his palm was intimately grazing along the curve of your waist. Starting at your ass cheek and going up to your ribs. He could tell you were naked under the blanket. He lifted the blanket to look at you when his eyes blew wide open and his heart dropped. The marks left all over you scared him at first - was she attacked or hurt? - and then when realization set in - Satoru did this. He softly lowered the blanket back to you, gave a quick kiss to your temple and swiftly left the room.
As he quietly but hastily closed the bedroom door, he whirled to find Satoru. Who was sitting back on the couch, but this time in only his boxers. Suguru glared at Satoru until he caught his gaze. “I take it she didn’t want to join?” He scoffed out a laugh, “Come over here now, I missed you.” Suguru didn’t reply, he slowly made his way to Satoru with clipped and precise footsteps until he was standing over him.
“What did you do to her?” he said with lethal calm.
“She welcomed me home, what did it look like?”
“It looks like you attacked her!”
“Oh my god, I did not! I just got a little rough with her is all.”
“A little?!” Suguru was fuming now. He leaned down into Satoru’s face and stated, “That is our wife. You do not fuck her like she’s some whore. You fuck her like she’s your wife, with respect and care.”
“Suguru, do you think I don’t know that? I wanted to be rough and she let me. God, you should’ve heard how she was asking for i-”
Suguru’s hand flew to Satoru’s throat, cutting off his sentence. Lightly squeezing, mainly there to get his point across. “I don’t care if she was begging for it, you do not fuck our wife like that, okay? If you want it that rough, you come to me or wait until I’m around.”
Satoru's eyes fell heavy with desire as he replied, “And what would you do about it?”
Suguru grinned ear to ear after hearing Satoru’s question. With his hand still gripped around Satoru’s throat, he pulled him off the couch and switched their positions. Casually releasing his grip as he sat down. “Take my pants off, you’re going to find out.”
Saturo’s mouth went dry and he swallowed loud enough for Suguru to hear. Suguru laughed and tipped his head back on the couch, waiting for Satoru to move.
Satoru slowly undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and looped a finger in a belt loop on either side to pull his pants down. Suguru lifted his hips slightly off the couch, but not enough because he still wanted Satoru to do most of the work.
The rest of his pants were pulled down with a distinct yank, like Satoru knew what game Suguru was already playing. With his pants now around his ankles, his cock was almost
tearing through the fabric of his boxers. Satoru stared and waited for instructions, knowing exactly how this was going to go.
“Take it out,” Suguru peered down at Satoru and said it with a tone like it should be obvious what his next move is.
Satoru parted the fabric in the middle of his boxers and let Suguru’s cock out, already fully hard and leaking. Satoru took a deep breath and brought his mouth to it, locking eyes with Suguru. Suguru nodded his head to urge him to keep going. Once lips made contact with his leaking head, Suguru’s hips were bucking up and pushing himself half way into Saturo’s mouth. Satoru recoiled back at the surprising amount of cock that was thrusted into his mouth.
“Give me a second, okay? It’s been a month.” Satoru said with a scoff.
“Did you give y/n a second?” Suguru’s face grew serious as he asked the question.
Satoru knew no response was needed, he was going to be punished for fucking you like a whore and at the hands of his husband.
Instead of arguing, Satoru brought his mouth back to Suguru’s cock. He took him in with more speed this time, but before he knew it, Suguru had both of his hands sprawled on the top of Satoru’s head and forced him down all the way on his cock. It was so fast, the gag response made his stomach flip. Suguru held him down with his entire cock fully enveloped in Satoru’s mouth.
“Remember, breathe through your nose.” He said as he grabbed a handful of Satoru’s silver locks and began to move his head up and down on his cock. He could feel himself activating Satoru’s gag reflex with every jolt down on his length. Satoru couldn’t breathe, he was trying to breathe through his nose but his entire airway felt full with Suguru’s cock.
Not only was Suguru forcibly bringing Satoru’s head up and down off his cock, but he was also thrusting his hips up into it.
A long, blissful sigh left Suguru. “Fuck yes, I missed fucking your throat like this.” Satoru’s hands flew to Suguru’s thighs and squeezed in mercy.
“What? Am I going too hard?” Suguru looked down at Satoru with a pitiful look and mocking smile. “Too bad, I want the back of your throat to look like y/n’s ass.”
Satoru whimpered at the idea, he did go hard on you, but Jesus - what was wrong with that? Suguru always had a soft spot for you and was extremely protective, but does he really feel the need to protect you against your other husband? It’s not like Saturo would actually hurt you.
With a pull that made Satoru’s scalp tingle, Suguru pulled him off his cock and brought him to his mouth. “You’re taking me so good, pretty boy.” Suguru placed a loving kiss on Satoru’s forehead, then his nose, and finally his lips. Suguru took his husband's face with both of his hands and pulled him in closer, until Satoru was sitting on his lap.
Satoru fumbled with his own boxers while maintaining the kiss until his cock was free. He broke the kiss long enough to spit into his hand. He gave himself a few strokes to spread the self made lubrication around and then gathered Suguru’s cock into the same hand. Forcing their lengths together and holding them there for a second, letting the pressure do the stimulation.
Suguru’s head tipped back to the couch and his hands moved to Satoru’s ass. Satoru began to simultaneously stroke them. “God- fuck, it feels so good,” Satoru gasped out as he quickened his hand. Suguru slid his hands from Satoru’s ass to his hips and tightened his grip, like he was going to slip away from the pleasure.
“This is only a brief respite, you know? I- I’m still planning on fucking you.”
Satoru couldn’t help but moan out in anticipation of his husband fucking him. Suguru was a top, through and through, but he was rarely rough in bed with either of you, at least not rough like Satoru could get. But Satoru was curious to see how rough his husband would get in retaliation.
Their foreheads found each other, stealing each other's breaths, while their cocks rubbed together - thanks to Satoru’s hand.
Suguru had his eyes shut tight like he was trying to regain power. He finally squeaked out, “Bend over the couch.” Satoru paused and leaned back, gazing with lustful eyes.
Suguru smacked a hand to Satoru’s ass and continued, “Now.”
Satoru moved quickly to stand up and kneeled with his knees just past the edge of the couch. Suguru stood up, kicked his pants the rest of the way off, and stood behind Satoru menacingly.
“Uhh-uhh…” Suguru tsked and tapped the backs of Satoru’s thighs, “you’re going to stand up and take it. You don’t get to kneel.”
With shaky legs, Satoru stood and bent himself over for his husband, bracing his hands on the back of the couch. Suguru traced a finger around his tight entrance while Satoru whimpered in response.
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You began to stir awake and immediately felt the aches that had settled into your body. Your right ass cheek is still burning, pussy throbbing, and overall body fatigue. You were absolutely wrecked. The next pain that found you was hunger. You hadn’t eaten since breakfast, you were also definitely dehydrated. As your bodily needs woke your brain up more and more, you heard a loud SMACK, skin on skin.
You then heard Suguru say, “Now” in an authoritative voice.
You immediately knew what was going on. Satoru was now giving his welcome home present to Suguru. You didn’t care, you needed to make your way past them to get to the kitchen. Once you had a snack and water, you were immediately going back to sleep.
You tossed on your robe while you heard continued talking and motion in the living room. You opened the door and tried to not act too surprised by your husbands fucking each other on the couch.
As soon as your bedroom door was fully open, you saw Suguru with the tip of his dick right at Satoru’s entrance, about to push in. The sight immediately had your stomach doing flips. Suguru was holding the base of his cock steady and lining up to Satoru’s entrance. Satoru was bent over the couch, bracing for dear life.
Suguru’s eyes found yours and he gave you a genuine smile. Satoru kept his face buried in the couch cushions even though he heard your entrance.
“Ah- you’re awake, sweetheart. And perfect timing too, come here, sit.” He motioned to the accent chair next to the couch he and Satoru were commandeering.
While you wanted water and a snack, you were curious. Satoru was oddly quite and that grin on Suguru’s face was almost mischievous.
As you made your way to the chair, Suguru pulled away from Satoru’s entrance and made his way over to you. His perfect physique towering over you. That silky dark hair falling past his shoulders, half pulled back so there were no pieces touching his face. That fucking smile and of course, his cock that was staring you right in the face while you stared up at him.
Suguru dropped to his knees and looked you over. Tracing his hands over the marks on you. “I told Satoru to not be that rough with you…” he left soft kisses on your shoulder. “But he doesn’t want to listen.” He smiled into one of the kisses.
You simply replied, “He never does, does he?” With that remark, you both glanced over at Satoru. Ass in the air, face buried in the pillows, and stroking his cock.
Suguru looked back at you, “I’m showing him why he shouldn’t be that rough. I think you should tell me what he did to you, so I can do it to him. What’d you say, sweetheart?”
This was filthy. And you liked it. You could only reply, “Okay.” Suguru stood back up and made his way over to your other husband who was shaking in anticipation.
Suguru brought his finger back to Satoru’s hole, then paused to ask you, “Baby, did he warm you up before or did he just start fucking you?”
“He licked my pussy a few times, but not really. It was quick.”
“Ahhhh… that’s what I thought.” Suguru replied. He pumped his finger in a few times, removed his hand to spit in it, then stroked his cock. He lined himself with Satoru’s entrance and pushed in. Satoru’s body seized at the contact and let out a groan that was barely audible from the pillows he was burying his face in. You could tell that Satoru was immediately clinching around just the tip. Suguru pressed a palm into Satoru’s lower back to create an arch. Satoru complied and let his back arch as he took his husband deeper and deeper. Suguru had a shit eating grin on his face as his chin dropped to look down.
Suguru didn’t stop, he just kept going, making Satoru squirm until he was fully in. He paused once he was fully inside and leaned down to Satoru’s ear, “I know you didn’t enter her that nicely, but I’m being nice to you. Remember that.” Satoru whimpered in response and Suguru brought his chest back up, beginning to slowly thrust.
A symphony of moans and whimpers started filling the room and you realized you were contributing too. You always enjoyed watching your husbands, it never got old. You weren’t even fully aroused, but it was instinct to enjoy this sight.
As Suguru maintained a steady and deep pace, he asked, “How hard did he spank you, love?” He gave a light tap to Satoru’s ass, “That hard?”
You shook your head and said, “No, harder.”
Suguru upgraded the next smack to have a slightly louder noise, but still doing no damage and causing little sensation. He looked over at you with a questioning look.
You again shook your head, “Harder…”
This time, Suguru gave a real spank. Serious skin to skin contact with a slight sting after. Satoru bucked forward to escape the spank and cried out, “Sugu… p-please.”
Suguru looked over at you to see if that one sufficed. You shook your head again.
Suguru said, “Sorry Satoru, she said it was harder than that one.” SMACK! his hand landed hard and fast and stayed there to ride out the sting.
Satoru let out a yelp this time.
“How about that one?” Suguru looked at you and asked.
You replied, “yeah it was about that hard.”
“Perfect.” Suguru said with satisfaction like he finally got the answer to a question he was wondering about.
Suguru spanked Satoru twice in a row at the same level. After those few blows, his ass started to glow with a faint red hand print. He took a brief pause from spanking to quicken his thrusts. Satoru was slowly crumbling into the couch, unable to keep himself standing from the stimulation.
Suguru replied, “I don’t think so,” and continued his deep, unrelenting thrusts.
You were sitting there, arms slack at your side, mouth open in awe at the sight in front of you. You no longer desire food, water, or sleep. You only desired to watch your husbands fuck.
Without looking away or slowing his pace, Suguru said to you, “Sweetie, come over here and sit on the arm of the couch.” You complied immediately and nearly jumped from the chair to the arm of the couch. You went ahead and removed your robe before sitting down, knowing it was no longer needed.
Suguru paused his thrusts, shifted Satoru with his hands and said, “Turn and face our beautiful wife, Satoru.” The two men were now looking right at you. Satoru with a pathetic look on his face and Suguru with a charming smile. Suguru bucked his hips into Satoru and said, “Scoot up.” They made their way closer until Satoru’s face was right in front of your knees. You couldn’t help but lean down and kiss that pathetic face. He welcomed the kiss and moaned into it as Suguru continued thrusting. You pulled away and leaned back to observe. Your hand was slowly making its way to the center of your thighs. Even though you were sore and couldn’t take a fucking right now, you couldn’t give up the opportunity to touch yourself to this sight. Before your hand could make contact, Suguru said, “No, no, let Satoru do that for you.” He gave another encouraging buck of his hips to motion Satoru to move closer to your pussy.
“I’m still sore, so be gentle please.” You said as you pulled your knees apart to make room for Satoru. Satoru didn’t reply and instead kept making his way closer. Suguru abruptly stopped his thrusts, grabbed a fistful of Satoru’s hair, and yanked his head back. “Did you hear what she said? Be. Gentle.” Suguru spit out.
“I heard her!” Satoru exclaimed, straining against the force on his scalp.
“Tell her you’ll be gentle this time, say it.” Suguru released his grip and continued moving inside Satoru.
Satoru looked up at you with pitiful eyes and said, “I’ll be gentle, baby. I promise.”
You nodded your head in response, rubbed your hand over the side of his face and guided him closer to you. You could tell he was trying his best to keep his head steady from the rest of his body jolting forward.
He brought his tongue to meet your throbbing and swollen cunt, you were already moaning at the contact. He hadn’t even moved his tongue yet, but you were so sensitive, any sensation was too much.
As if Suguru was inspired by your pleasure, his pace became quicker than he had been. Pulling almost fully out to the tip and slamming back in. This caused Satoru’s tongue to slam into you at the same pace and he was trying to keep his tongue centered. Regardless, the push of his tongue on and off your cunt was still pleasurable. You tipped your head back and let Suguru do the work for both of you.
Suguru was babbling nonsense: fuck yes, you are so beautiful, you’re so fucking tight, keep going. You didn’t exactly know which comment was aimed at you or Satoru sometimes. Satoru was whimpering and moaning into your pussy adding so much extra stimulation for you. You didn’t think 2 hours ago you’d be ready to do this again, but that’s the power your husbands have over you.
Satoru was finding it hard to lick and keep contact with just his tongue on your folds. So, he switched to sucking on your clit. As soon as he made contact, you let out a cry that had Suguru looking at you in worry.
You shook your hand at Suguru to wave off his worry and brought that hand to Satoru’s head. You looked down at him, lips fully engulfing your clit. You could cum just from this alone: Satoru on your clit, Suguru fucking into Satoru. You were now bucking your hips into Satoru’s face to encourage more, more, more. Poor Satoru was sandwiched in between you two being used as a toy by his husband and wife.
Suguru pulled out of Satoru quickly and tugged on his hips, “on your back.” He commanded. Satoru left your clit with a good bye kiss before flipping on to his back. You waited for Suguru’s instructions, knowing he was in charge.
Suguru situated himself, brought Satoru’s legs to his shoulders, and got his cock lined back up. Suguru patted Satoru’s hip bones and said, “Come, sit, and face me.”
With trembling legs, you got up and made your way over to straddle Satoru.
“Baby…” you looked up at Suguru with worry in your eyes, “I’m still really sore from earlier.”
Suguru leaned forward to kiss your forehead, “that’s okay. You don’t need to fuck him, just sit on it and stay there. Can you do that?”
You nodded in response and lifted up your hips to line up Satoru’s cock with your entrance. The show they put on for you already had you wet enough to slide onto Satoru’s cock, but you slowly sank down from the soreness of earlier.
You groaned in satisfaction, it surprisingly felt better than you expected. The soreness had electrified those already tender nerves and sent pleasure running up your spine. You made your way until you bottomed out on his cock. Satoru bucked up in response and his hands gripped your thighs. You looked back at him over your shoulder. He was already a fucked out mess. His face twisted in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut. You looked back to Suguru who was now waiting to make his entrance. You leaned over to kiss him, your tongue danced around the entrance of his mouth, he opened to grant you access. You both moaned into the kiss as your tongues made contact with the inside of each other's mouths. Without warning, Suguru thrusted fully into Satoru, bottoming out with a smack of his balls against Satoru’s ass. Satoru gripped your hips tightly in response and let out a “Fuck!” And it almost sounded like he was crying. You and Suguru continued kissing as he began fucking Satoru.
You could feel every twitch of Satoru’s cock inside you, it was like you could feel his pulse through his dick. You moaned in pleasure at the realization and grinded your hips down into him.
“P-please… take it easy on me - shit - or I’m not going to last long.” Satoru pleaded with you and Suguru.
Suguru broke your kiss, rested his chin over your shoulder to look at Satoru and say, “You’re going to last for however long we want you to. If you come before we say so, you’re going to be in trouble.” Satoru's hands fell from your hips and instead gripped the couch in desperation to hold on.
Suguru was motivated by his husband's desperation and decided to double down. He gripped onto Satoru’s legs hard, you could see how hard his grip was and started absolutely fucking into Satoru. The entire couch was now moving and creaking underneath the pressure. Satoru was a consistent mess of moans and profanities. Suguru was surprisingly quiet, but you figured it was from how much concentration he was putting into his thrusts.
You looked down at where you and Satoru met and where Suguru and Satoru met, you stared at the masterpiece until you noticed drool falling out of your mouth and landing between your 2 connecting spots. Suguru was going so hard you could hear the smack and contact of his balls hitting against Satoru’s ass at every thrust. Suguru placed his hand under your chin and brought you in for a kiss. It was hard to stay still from the force he was putting into Satoru and in turn you.
“This is so fucking hot.” You moaned out and tilted your head back, urging Suguru to kiss your neck.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” He responded and pressed delicate, yet forceful kisses to your neck. It was insanely hot to see how rough Suguru was fucking Satoru contrasted with how soft he was kissing you.
You were now clenching around Satoru involuntarily and your hands flew to Suguru’s neck to try and hold on to something.
Suguru let go of Satoru’s legs, letting them fall to his sides. His left hand was making its way down your body, feeling your breast, kneading them with such gentleness it made you want to cry. You whispered his name, the only thing you could manage to say.
He chuckled, “Yes?”
You didn’t even reply, you just grinded your hips down into Satoru because you needed more friction, more stimulation. Suguru seemed to pick up on this and his fingers eventually found your clit. He pressed his thumb to it and you arched your back in response to the touch. Fire was spreading from your clit up through the rest of your body at the contact. The contact makes you clench around Satoru and in turn, makes him buck, squirm, and gasp at the overstimulation.
Suguru paused his soft kisses to ask Satoru, “Are you getting lonely back there?”
Satoru couldn’t even muster a response, he just glared at Suguru with his mouth agape, letting out profanities and nonsense.
“I think you should give him some attention now, he’s earned it and I’ve been hogging you long enough.” Suguru said as he gave a ‘tap tap’ to your hip, urging you to turn around.
You slowly dismounted Satoru, the emptiness brought back the soreness. Oddly enough, the fullness from Satoru felt better than being empty. You turned yourself to now face Satoru and hovered your entrance over his aching tip. Suguru’s pace was consistent, so Satoru’s tip was bobbing back and forth through your folds. You grabbed the base of his shaft for stability and pushed just the tip inside. You stared down at Satoru, he was so beautiful like this. Silver locks were all messy, his cheeks flushed like roses, and his eyes found yours. His shaky hands made their way to your hips and he made a gentle push down to urge you further into him. You resisted the motion and clicked your tongue at him.
“Hold on baby, I thought you weren’t going to last long? I’m just trying to take it easy on you.”
He slammed his head back into the couch in frustration and let out an exaggerated, “Fuck!” He knew this teasing was payback for earlier. Your hand began to stroke his shaft, so slowly that it was agonizing. He was so greedy. Getting railed by Suguru wasn’t enough, he also needed your pussy swallowing his cock whole.
As you continued the teasingly and torturous strokes, you gradually started moving your hips. So that he would feel your pussy just on his tips.
Suguru leaned in until you could feel his breath on your ear. “You’re being mean… I like it.” That sent shivers down your spine.
Suguru let up on his railing and abruptly stopped, you turned over your shoulder to see what the hold up was. You found Suguru almost fully pulled out with just his tip inside Satoru.
“I’ll match your pace, I’m ready when you are.” Suguru said. Your nerves were electrified at that, he was going to fuck Satoru in tandem with your pace. You felt like you could finish just at the thought. You looked back at Satoru who looked so desperate.
“Please, I-I’m n-not gonna be able to handle that…” he whimpered after his plea was spoken.
You leaned over to hover your face over him, your breast dangling inches from his mouth.
“You’re the strongest, Sati… you can handle it.” With that, you slowly pushed down on his length and you felt Suguru follow. You stopped just half way down his length and Suguru paused a beat behind you. You looked over your shoulder to make sure he was also half way inside Satoru - check. You continued your descent until you bottomed out on him with Suguru following.
Satoru was completely gone. Fucked out and a trembling, whimpering mess beneath you. Using the strongest sorcerer like he was a fuck toy was invigorating.
You adjusted your hands to rest on Satoru’s chest and kept your weight shifted forward as you began to slowly move up and down on his length. You were searching to find where Satoru’s cock would meet that most important spot inside you. Suguru’s hands gripped onto your hips for leverage as he matched his thrusts with your movements. Every time you both bottomed out, Satoru practically cried out.
“Guys… I’m so close, please…” Satoru found the strength to say. What was he even saying please for? Was he asking permission to cum?
You turned over to look at Suguru, “Should we let him cum already?”
Suguru shrugged his shoulders in such a nonchalant way, “That’s up to you.” The smirk that plastered your face was lethal. You looked back to Satoru with your head tilted.
“Have you earned it? How bad do you want it?”
“So bad…”
“Do you want Sugu to fill you up?”
“Yes!”
“Do you want to fill me up?”
“F-fuck, yes baby.”
“Hmmmm… I think you need to beg a little bit more. Tell me why you want it.” And to emphasize your command, you slammed down hard when you bottomed out.
“Ahh- fuck- oh my god… I-i…” Satoru couldn’t even form a sentence.
Suguru said from behind you, “Listen to your wife, Satoru. Tell her what you want.”
“Fuck, okay. I want… I want to breed her. And I want you t-to breed me. Please… I’m barely holding on.”
You leaned down to kiss Satoru’s forehead and say, “Okay baby, you can come now.” With that, Satoru’s hands flew up and grabbed onto your hips over Suguru’s hands. He started fucking up into you from underneath and slamming you down on him. Suguru was also helping in the effort and the force was earth shattering. You soon were finding your climax and were melting from the inside out.
You were now turning into just as much of a mess as Satoru. He was so desperately fucking you, chasing his orgasm. You began to feel that intense anticipation build, like a taught rubber band being pulled back right before it breaks. A few more thrusts from your husband and you were clenching around him, orgasm slamming into you like a train. Pure ecstasy formed from your pussy and spread all the way through your body until it reached the ends of your limbs.
Your orgasm caused a chain reaction. Cumming on Satoru’s cock pushed him over the edge. He continued his frantic thrusts into you and you felt his cock twitching inside of you. “Oh my god, shit!” He yelled out as he continued to slam up into you.
His cum was then coating the inside of your walls, so warm and welcome. You were still riding out your orgasm as Satoru found his own.
And while Satoru found his orgasm, his hole clenching around Suguru sent him over the edge. You felt him still from behind and lightly buck his hips forward as he finished inside Satoru.
As all 3 of you came down from your highs, everyone was still connected, panting and gasping for air. The only thing hitting your ears were all of your erratic breaths.
Satoru let out a final, “Fuck” that was punctuated like that word alone was a statement. Suguru understood and replied, “Right?” You heard him pull out from Satoru and his hands leave your hips. You stayed on Satoru, chest heaving, and breaths slowing down. You gently made your way off Satoru and fell back on the couch. Your back met Suguru’s side, as if he was expecting your exact movement, both arms braced around you tightly. You welcomed the embrace and melted into his arms.
Satoru propped himself up on his elbows, cock now turning flaccid, and stared expectantly at you two. Your eyes were already closed with your head tipped back on Suguru’s shoulder.
“So, are you two just going to cuddle without me?” Satoru asked in an excusatory tone.
Suguru rolled his eyes and motioned for Satoru to join you. He begrudgingly scoothed over on the couch and laid his head on your lap, lying down. You all just soaked in the moment, not saying anything to each other. Just enjoying the come down from your highs and this intimate moment all squished together.
Suguru started moving to get up from behind you and said, “Don’t get too comfortable, I need to clean you two up before we all go to bed.” You and Satoru groaned in protest, not wanting to move.
Hitting you like you’d been stranded in a desert, your thirst came back and in full force. Your throat felt like you had swallowed sand. You choked out, “Actually I need water before we do anything.”
Suguru smiled at you lovingly and replied, “Of course, dear.” He made his way to the kitchen and came back with a glass of water with a lemon slice in it. He always made note of the little things like adding a lemon into your water because he did that once for you and liked it.
You took a few big gulps to add some moisturize back into your mouth, the glass was almost empty by the time you were done.
You set it down on the coffee table and sighed a long, exaggerative breath. “I don’t think I can walk…” you said and looked up to Suguru with pitiful eyes. Satoru sprang up off your lap at your request. He was now standing in front of you with his arms out stretched, “I got you, baby, come on.” He picked you up bridal style into his arms and escorted you to the bathroom.
Suguru ran the shower and threw lavender shower steamers on the shower floor - your favorite scent. Satoru sat you down gently on the counter as they gathered the towels and toiletries to get ready. No one was saying anything, it was silence between all of you and the only noise was between their actions of getting your shower ready.
Once the room was filled with a thin veil of mist, Satoru motioned for you to get into the shower. You shivered at the warm, soothing water hitting your exhausted body. You might just fall asleep standing up right here. Satoru got in behind you and Suguru in front of you. Satoru got a wash cloth lathered up and gently started rubbing it on your back. You winced at the contact, at the sensitivity from the marks Satoru left earlier. He leaned into the crook of your neck and left sweet kisses while he continued to wash your back. Your eyes fluttered shut and you were missing the heartbreaking smile of Suguru’s face. He was looking at you two with so much love in his eyes, he could feel his heart aching at the sight of his wife and husband.
You enjoyed the sensation of Satoru’s hands roaming over you, practically massaging you. You felt something between your legs, almost the sensation like you started your period. It wouldn’t be the first time your husbands kick started your period a few days early. You looked down and didn’t see blood but kept searching - was it just the water?
Suguru looked down to see what you were trying to find and he let out a chuckle, “you’re leaking, sweetheart.” He brought his hand to your thigh and wiped away what Satoru had left behind. Satoru redirected his wash efforts to your thighs.
They were both eventually a team effort of cleaning you and themselves. You just stood there and let them do all the work. You were using the last of your energy to stay standing. Exhaustion taking over your mind and body, your eyes kept fluttering shut and your knees began to buckle from the relaxation.
“Okay, it’s time to finish up.” Satoru said while he rinsed the last of the soap off of you. He knew better than Suguru how exhausted you were from what you two did earlier.
You all dried yourselves off and got into your most comfortable night clothes. You wanted to moisturize but that was something to do in the morning, you were about to pass out.
You stumbled your way into the bedroom and crashed face first into the soft mattress. You eventually repositioned onto your side and got a pillow under your head. Your eyes were already shut, but you could feel your husbands getting into bed around you. Without opening your eyes, you could tell Satoru was the one sliding himself next to you so that your head was lying on his chest. And Suguru was behind, spooning you. A thin blanket covered you all and darkness began to take over your senses.
They both placed sweet kisses to your temples and before you finally slipped into a deep sleep, you heard Suguru say, “I almost forgot to tell you, but Welcome Home, Satoru.”
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This is my first fan fic, so I'm a lil nervous about posting but yolo.
Thank you to @omw2paradis for proofreading and giving a boost of confidence to post :D
Any suggestions/ recommendations are welcome. I'm sure this will not be my last fic, God Willing.
Summary: A week after your arranged engagement to Toji, you’re starting to get to know each other. This may not be a love match, but can you at least be friends?
CW: MDNI, fluff, sexual tension, friendly banter, dirty talk.
WC: 5.3k
[Read Ch. 1 Here]
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Chapter 2 - Friends
Your father made good on his promise to have you married quickly. A traditional wedding was not chosen, instead a small ceremony with immediate family. Your father said it was for the sake of time, but you knew the real reason behind it: the failures don’t get a big, traditional wedding. Neither clan wants to advertise this match. They are trying to make it happen quickly and without issues.
While their true intentions disgust you, you are secretly glad for it. You don’t want to be paradied around on your wedding day, you just want it to be over. You want all of this to be over, so that you can get acclimated to your new life. One where your parents have no control and you can get a taste for independence.
And you hope to get another glimpse of that today when you see Toji. Your first encounter since the announcement and you were genuinely looking forward to it.
You replayed those brief moments together endless times, trying to analyze anything from them to get a better idea of how he was. Your gut told you he was genuine in what he said, but it could be an act.
You also need to know why he had that look on his face that pisses you off. The most genuine “I don’t give a fuck” face. You were jealous of that ability. You couldn’t hide your emotions because of how expressive your face was, maybe he could teach you how to master that poker face?
As you ready yourself, there’s a subtle burst of enthusiasm through your movements. Your freedom is so close that you can feel it in your soul. It shows in how you present; your eyes are no longer hollow and you don’t resist the urge to smile. Your soul is waking up to the idea of being free of this place.
A soft smile keeps appearing on your face, you get a glimpse of it every time you look in the mirror. As you take a final look at yourself, a servant enters to announce Toji’s arrival. Your lips curl upward at the announcement and you practically skip out of your bedroom.
You make it to the top of the staircase and your eyes immediately find him. Standing between the bottom of the staircase and the front door, facing a window.
You’re examining him head to toe and there seems to be a different aura surrounding him today His shoulders are rolled forward, his head hangs low.
When you make it to the final step, he turns to face you and you’re greeted by a different man. There's a faded bruise on his cheek, the yellow and purple mark stretches from under his eye to his ear. His eyelids are weighed down and his complexion looks sickly. It’s almost like you two have swapped places. This is how you looked on that first day you met.
What happened to him? Was he in a fight? Was that from his father or uncle? Did he do something else to rebel?
He notices your scanning eyes looking him over. His hand goes to the back of his neck and rubs it, “Don’t ask.” His voice is raspy, like he’s on the verge of losing it.
Your feet stutter forward toward him as you’re confused by so many things at once. “Ask about what?” You wink at him but his face is unmoving.
“Do you want to take a walk first?” His eyes slide from you to the window, staring out to the estate gardens. He’s asking if you want to walk, but it’s clear that’s what he wants to do.
You nod your head and thread your arm through his, locking them around each other as you exit the house.
He’s so much taller than you, your shoulder muscle is tense with the angle it’s being pulled up into. The muscle you can feel is solid and defined. You can tell the size of his arms even through the loose fit clothing. The fabric falls around each groove and curve of his anatomy. You’re staring at the exposed forearm you can see. The veins run like vines from his hands up his arm giving life to those muscles. Your mouth goes dry as you ogle at his arm and snap your attention back forward.
Toji seems none the wiser because well- he doesn’t seem like he’s here. His body is here, next to you, but his mind is elsewhere.
You wait until you’re far enough away from the residence to break the silence, “So, are you starting to get cold feet?” You continue that playful tone to try and shoo away the dark cloud that hangs over him.
He lets out an amused huff, “Right- yeah. I almost forgot, we’re getting married in a few weeks.”
“Don’t sound too excited,” you whisper sarcastically.
“You’re telling me you’re excited for this?”
“Yes because it means I get to leave here. I’m excited to get the fuck out and see my family as little as possible.”
“I hate to be the one to tell you, but I don’t know if the Zenins are going to be any different. I think they’re worse.” His voice cracks toward the end of his sentence and he clears his throat forcefully.
“I mean, do we have to live on the estate?” You assumed you’d be living on the estate, but on further thought, why? It’s not like Toji is utilized in their clan.
“Most likely. I doubt my uncle wants me unsupervised.”
“Isn’t that what I’m for though? I’ll keep an eye on you.” You nudge your elbow into his side.
“I doubt he’ll see it that way.”
“Why don't you ask him?”
His footsteps slow and his body goes rigid, “This shit is already difficult enough with my uncle. I don’t want to deal with him anymore than I have to.”
Your blood runs cold at his tone, worried you just stepped over a boundary that he clearly wants in place, “Okay… you don’t have to. I was just saying.”
He stops in his tracks and his body halts yours with it. His hand goes to his face and he lets out a long breath, “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be a dick. I can’t deal with them anymore than I have to, okay?”
“Okay- fine.” Your words come out clipped, you’re trying to hide the embarrassment over what water you just waded into.
He ushers you to a pew off the path you’re walking and you both sit down. He unthreads his arm from yours and you immediately notice the absence of his warmth. You place your hands in your lap as you try and figure out what to say next. “Remeber how you said we’ll be free to do what we both want? What does that mean exactly?”
“It means just that. I do what I want and you do what you want.”
“And what is it that you do exactly?”
“I go to the race tracks a lot and casinos. That’s where I’m at most of the time. Or at a bar getting drunk. Or my side job…” His words trail off like he didn’t mean to say that last part.
You obviously have to ask, “What is your side job?”
“Like I’m telling you that. No one knows what it is and I’m keeping it that way. Trust me, it’s better you don’t know.” That cool, casual tone is back even with his raspy voice.
“Uhm, okay. You don’t want me to know what it is, yet you’re dropping these crumbs to make me curious, nice.”
“I’m telling you in case you’re wondering where I am because I won’t be home a lot.”
“So, I’m just going to be left alone most of the time?” Your face turns with anxiety as the reality sets in.
“You’ll be left alone to do what you want. And it’s not like you have to be there all the time. You can go out whenever, as long as they think I’ve given you permission to do so.”
“And I have your explicit permission to do whatever I want?” Your eyes narrow, questioning how true he is going to be to his word.
“Yes, I told you. I’m not going to treat you like most husbands treat their wives. I couldn’t care less what you do in your free time.”
While you appreciate the freedom, the fact that he won’t care what you’re up to makes your stomach drop for an unknown reason. “So, if I go out at night and come back beat up because I got robbed, you’re not going to care?”
He cocks his head to you with a questioning brow, “That’s kinda extreme.”
“Well, you said you don’t care.” You fold your arms across your chest, showing your discomfort to his previous statement.
“You’re still my responsibility as my wife. I obviously care about your well being, but if you want to go out with friends every night and come home at 3am, I won’t care. And if you come home after you get jumped, I’ll go out and beat up the guy for you, how’s that?”
Butterflies hum deep in your stomach at the idea of him protecting you; a man that is seen as a threat by his own clan. Knowing you’ll have the freedom within this marriage and the protection afforded by him - this arrangement is sounding better and better. “Sounds good,” you turn to smile at him, but he doesn’t return your smile.
Toji shifts in his seat and takes a sharp inhale before speaking, “I was told by our Estate Manager to ask about sleeping arrangements.” He lets out a dry cough before continuing, “You can have your own room. I just have to tell her, so that she can make arrangements.”
You had wondered what the living and sleeping arrangement would be like. Would you be forced to share a room since you are married?
“Where would my room be?”
“It wouldn’t be close to mine, but my room isn’t big enough for two people. We can share a larger room and I can ask for another bed to be put in there.” His hands are now squeezing his knees trying to bear his way through this conversation.
“You’re the only person I’m going to know, so I’d prefer to not be far from you. I’d feel weird being by myself.”
“And you’re not going to feel weird sharing a room with a man you barely know?” He flays his fingers out and squeezes them back into a fist. The action accentuates the veins in his forearm and your eyes trail up a particular long vein.
“It doesn’t sound like you’re going to be home most of the time anyways, so I think it’ll be fine.” You avert your eyes before he notices what you’re staring at.
“And when I am home, I’ll keep to myself. I don’t plan on bothering you.”
“Why do you say it like that? This might not be a love match, but can we at least be friends?” You turn your knees in to face him, but he still doesn’t meet your gaze.
His eyes stay forward as he says, “I make enemies, not friends.”
“Well, then can I be your first friend?”
“For as long as you can stand me, sure.” His eyes grow heavy with an emotion you can’t place.
“As your friend, can I ask that you stop wallowing in self pity.”
He scowls and snaps his head to face you, “I’m not wallowing! Fuck off.”
Those green eyes are ignited and it takes everything in you to hold that fiery gaze.
You decide to double down instead of letting that wall go up any further. You drop your voice a few octaves to mimic him, “I make enemies. I’m such a bother. You don’t need to know what I do, blah blah blah.”
That fire behind his eyes is extinguished as a half smile creeps up on his lips. He drops his head in laughter, “Friends, huh?”
That dark cloud that he arrived with seems to be dissipating now and you are glad for that.
He stands up from the seat, folds his arms over his chest, and looks down at you, “If we’re friends, can we hang out like we’re friends? Not strolling through the gardens like idiots.”
You’re intrigued by his proposal, “And what would hanging out like we’re friends entail?”
“Going out for drinks.”
“Okay, when?”
“Tomorrow night. I’d say tonight, but I already have plans. I know a few places, do you want to bar hop or stay at one spot?”
“Let’s see where the night takes us.”
“I hope you’re not a lightweight, I don’t want to be babysitting all night.” He stretches his hand out to you, beckoning you to stand.
And this time, you take his hand without hesitation. Before you can shift your weight forward to stand, he is pulling you up with little effort. His hand engulfs yours entirely as his grasp tightens. You release his hand once you’re balanced on your feet, “I can handle my liquor, don’t worry.”
He keeps his hand in place, suspended between you two for a moment before slowly retreating it back to his side.
You start walking in the direction you came from, “So, where are you going to take me?”
“Somewhere you might get robbed,” he murmurs sarcastically.
“Whatever.” You roll your eyes at him and playfully bump your shoulder into his arm.
He sticks his left arm out for you to link with. Instead of linking arms this time, you rest your right hand on his forearm and cradle his elbow with your left hand. You figure this posture better conveys an engaged couple anyways.
You swear you feel him pull into the touch, as if trying to pull you in closer. And you can feel that your thumb is sitting on top of one of those god damned veins. You so badly want to rub your thumb back and forth over it, but you restrain yourself.
His body heat seeps into you from your connection and you savor it. The warmth coming from that rigid, solid body is oddly comforting. You wonder how it would feel to hug him, you imagine he gives the best hugs. How could he not with those arms that could engulf your entire body and that body heat that could melt you? You also wonder what it would be like to have that body pressed up against yours, or even on top of you.
You shake your head at the thought, trying to rid the image from your mind. You quickly bring your hand up to your hair and move some pieces around, to try and play off the obvious headshake as something else.
When you make it back to the house, you agree to end this visit early since you have plans tomorrow. He proposed the idea first and you agreed, but you really wanted him to stay. You knew you’d see him in 24 hours, but you wanted to keep the conversation going. But, you remembered he said he had plans and you didn’t want to inconvenience him, so you let him go.
As you said your goodbyes, you were already looking forward to what your next counter would bring. Your new friend and soon to be husband had already captivated you more than you realized.
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You decided lying to your parents about where you were going tonight was for the best. While you were of age, they would definitely disapprove of Toji taking you to a bar. Instead, you told them you were getting dinner; which wasn’t a lie, surely the bar would have food.
You drove yourself to the meeting spot and were unimpressed, yet unsurprised by the bar he chose. A hole in the wall dive bar with no windows, one metal beaten up door on the front, and a halfworking neon sign above the door.
Toji is waiting outside for you and you immediately notice his outfit. He’s in regular street clothes, not the traditional clan attire you’ve only seen him in. A fitted black t-shirt that is outlining every single muscle on his upper half. His biceps are enormous, probably as big as your head. Those slopped shoulders make his frame appear even more daunting. The baggy white pants he’s in accentuates his height as well, reminding just how large this man was compared to you. You have to swallow the excess saliva that was created while you admired his presence.
He pushes himself off the wall he’s leaning on when he notices you. His attention has you feeling self conscious all of a sudden. You push your hair behind your ear nervously as the distance closes.
“I was wondering if you'd back out last minute once you saw the place.”
“You really think I scare that easily?”
“We’ll find out once you’re inside.”
He steps in front of you to open the door and follows behind. The scene inside is also what you expected: dim lights, musty cigarette stench filling the air, a few pool tables, and some tattered tables with chairs. Your ears are being assaulted by the loud rock music that’s playing from a speaker in the corner.
Toji leans forward to speak into your ear, “If you only order well drinks, I’ve got a hook up with a bartender. Just tell me what you want.”
While you wade through the sea of bodies, Toji’s arm locks around your waist. Your turn and look at him with eyes full of surprise at the sudden contact.
“We’re not doing that polite clan bullshit here. And besides, if I didn’t have an arm on you, creeps would be swarming you all night.” His hand rests on the curve of your waist and he guides you to the bar. The contact has electricity shooting up through your spine and it leaves your stomach in knots. You can’t help but wonder if his reasoning was actually just an excuse to touch you. Regardless, the contact was more than welcome.
As you approach the bar, the crowd of people are packed tightly together.
You feel two hands secure on your waist and fingertips pressing into your ribs as your chest makes contact with the bar rail. Your stomach muscles jump at the intimate touch and your breath catches. Both of his hands caging in your waist has your body reacting more than it should. For some reason, your lower back is arching slightly. You’re anticipating his hips pressing into your ass, but that doesn’t happen. You can tell there’s an appropriate distance between those two parts of your bodies.
Toji motions for the bartender to come over and you have yet to decide what to order. Your train of thought is shattered before you can think about your drink. Toji readjusts his hands from your waist to the bar rail in front of you. His arms frame your body inside his and you are frozen in place, scared to move with this little space between your bodies.
And then if it couldn’t get any worse, he leans down to whisper into your ear, “What do you want?” You hear his words, but don’t comprehend them. Your eyes are still locked on his bulky arms creating a box between the bar and his body. His warm breath on your ear creates a pool of heat in your core and you can’t think, can’t speak.
You’re in a daze as the bartender approaches and takes Toji’s order. You’re jolted back to reality when Toji nudges you with his arm, waiting for your order, “Oh- just make it two. I’ll have what he’s drinking.” You have no idea what he ordered, but you didn’t care. A drink was the last thing on your mind right now.
Toji lets out a cruel laugh, “Are you trying to suck up to me?” Your mind is still hazy because the only words you really hear are “suck me.”
“What?” You need him to repeat himself to make sure you heard him correctly. You turn over your shoulder and see his face is only inches away from yours.
“I said- are you trying to suck up to me? Ordering the same drink as me?”
“Oh- no. I just- figured I’d try something new.” You stutter your way through the sentence because your entire world is off kilter at the moment.
His chest and hips inches from pressing into your backside. That raspy voice hitting your ear just right, giving you chills. And those bulky, veiny arms that keep drawing your eyes back to them.
The bartender returns with two glasses containing clear liquid and a lime squished inside. You think to yourself, “at least it’s not dark liquor." As the bartender slides your glasses toward you, he looks past you and meets Toji’s eyes, “Who’s your friend?”
He speaks at a volume only you can hear, “I’ll let you decide how to introduce yourself.”
He’s letting you decide if you want to be known as his friend or future wife. You kinda wish he made the decision just because you were curious which option he’d choose. You’re technically both, so either option wouldn’t be the wrong one.
“I’m his fiance.” You get the words out before you can overthink them.
The bartender's eyes widen in surprise, “You’re engaged? Since when?”
“It’s a long story: whirlwind romance, love at first site, really cliche shit.” His words are playful, but his delivery is serious.
The bartender tips his head, “Well congrats. This rounds on me to celebrate.”
Toji releases his hand from the bar and picks up his shot glass, motioning it toward you. You pick up yours, clink the glasses, and shoot the liquid back in a forceful gulp.
You rarely did shots, so the shock of the foul liquid on your tongue makes you gag. You have to work to swallow the liquid without looking like a child.
His flat palm taps your waist, “Go find us a seat, I’ll get the next round.”
You shimmy your way out of the crowd and go to inspect the seating options. When you’re a few feet from the bar, you look back at him. And good god- his physique from the backside is just as impressive as the front. Average sized people surround him and he looks like a titan among them. Those broad shoulders framing those sculpted back muscles, your throat goes dry at the sight. You wonder what it would feel like to have your nails digging into those muscles. The image sends a flash of heat straight to your core and you turn back around.
Your obvious attraction toward him is bubbling up to the surface and about to be a dangerous combination with the alcohol.
How would intimacy in a marriage like this work? He did say he’s not going to treat you like his wife. It seems like this will be a friendship shrouded by marriage. But friends can have sex, can’t they?
The thoughts make your head spin and it feels like that one shot is already taking effect. You find the closet open seating and snag it. Your leg is bouncing beneath the table, anticipation building as you watch him approach with your drinks.
You’re trying to force those plaguing thoughts from your mind. The more you try to shoo them off, the more they stick. Several scenes flash through your mind's eye in a second: his arms caging you in at the bar, that deep voice whispering in your ear, his hands on your waist. The super cut ignites a heat between your legs. You squeeze them together on instinct, not wanting to admit to yourself what that feeling was.
You were zoned out because now Toji is back in your field of view and he’s sitting down across from you. You furiously blink your eyes to try and ground yourself back to reality.
“I saw you choking down that gin, so I got you something sweeter this time.” He slides your glass toward you with a cocky grin.
“Thanks,” you quickly pick up the glass to take a sip. You know alcohol is not a good combination with these feelings, but you can’t be sober and sit in these feelings either.
“The bartender had a few more questions for me after you left.” He smiles into his glass as he takes a drink.
“Like what?” Your eyes go to his lips, noting how they’re parted just enough for the liquid to get past.
“Like how I managed to find a woman who would put up with me.”
“Did you tell him the woman wasn’t found, but chosen?”
“I didn’t get into the details of it.”
“Oh, you didn’t want to explain our ‘whirlwind romance’?” Your tone turns mocking on the last two words, as if the idea of a romance between you two is a joke.
“No, not to a man who’s had to kick me out of this bar for fighting.” He didn’t dispute the ‘whirlwind romance’ comment, was that intentional? “I don’t think he cares about the details, as long as I behave while I’m in here.”
“And you’re going to behave just because I’m around?” You tease as you set down your glass.
“Not sure yet, you might be the reason for more bad behavior.” His eyes narrow on you and they’re trailing from your eyes to your lips.
Heat floods through your body at his suggestive remark. Your eyelids pull back and you hold your breath. The tension is now so obvious between you two and you don’t know how to broach it.
You awkwardly laugh to play it off, “Yeah- right. I’ll do my best to keep you in line tonight.”
He smirks to himself, like he knows he flustered you with that simple comment. He takes a loud gulp of his drink before continuing, "Also, I told the Estate Manager you were fine with us sharing a room.”
Your internal voice is screaming in agony. He’s doing this on purpose! He can feel the tension too and he’s fucking with you now.
“She did look at me weird when I mentioned the second bed, but she didn’t say anything.” His eyes feel like a microscope right now, dialed in to your expressions and body language.
You try to feign ignorance at his leading statements, “Really? I feel like most couples don’t share rooms, especially in the clans.”
“We’re not like most couples though, remember?” He flashes his teeth at you with a feral grin.
He’s clearly not letting up, so you ask yourself: why are you fighting this? Feelings are inevitable in a situation like this. Or are they? Your parents were an arranged match and never showed any true love toward each other. They felt more like business partners than spouses.
This feels so sudden, this is only your third time being around each other and your second time alone. And then you repeat that to yourself under a different context: this is only your second time being alone and the tension is this thick already… Yeah, there was no way you were fighting this any longer.
You finish off your drink to give you a boost of confidence. You move your foot under the table until it bumps into his, “Okay, no fucking around. No teasing. What’s on your mind? What do you expect from this?” You gesture your hand between the two of you.
He seems surprised, but amused by your forwardness, “I don’t expect anything.” He puts a foul emphasis on the word ‘expect’.
“Well, I thought we were acting as friends, but you’ve made excuses to be all over me tonight. So, you tell me - what’s on your mind.” You want him to say it first.
“You say that, but aren’t you the one who introduced yourself as my fiance?”
“And what about it?” Your voice has become monotone. You’re not teasing, you’re trying to cut through the bullshit.
“Nothing,” he shrugs his shoulders. So, he’s hitting you with a reverse - he doesn’t want to admit the obvious either.
“Toji…” you look at him with mild annoyance, “I don’t like ambiguity or uncertainty. Be real with me or stop with the touching and teasing.” You say it, but you don’t actually mean the last part.
“Be real, huh?” He pauses for a moment, slowly nodding to himself, “I’m thinking that if this is a marriage of convenience, wouldn’t it be convenient for both of us to use each other to scratch that itch?”
“That would be convenient,” you bring your foot up from the floor and graze it against the side of his leg, “We have needs, it only makes sense for husband and wife to do that for each other.”
“Good because I’ve been imagining the noises you’re going to make when I’m between your legs.”
Your stomach jumps into your throat at the explicit image. That heat in your core is growing and guiding your next words, “And what noises do you imagine I’m going to make?” Your head tips in curiosity.
“I bet you whimper nonstop like a pathetic, little slut.” Him calling you that snaps the last of your restraint. You’re ready to jump over the table and crawl into his lap.
“Then let’s find out - tonight.”
He scoffs, “Tonight? And where do you think that’s going to happen?”
“You have tinted windows on your car, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I’m not fucking you in my car. When I have you, I need you spread out for me. Not crammed in the backseat like we’re teenagers.”
“And when are you going to have me spread out?”
“When we’re married and have our own room.”
“You want to wait until we’re married, seriously?”
“I’d take you back to my room now. But people will definitely hear you and I don’t need the headache from my uncle when he’s asking why I’m fucking my fiance before she’s my wife.”
“You think I’m the only one who would give us away? Don’t tell me you keep up this nonchalant act in bed too.”
“You’re gonna have to wait and find out.”
“Two weeks, Toji!”
“You’ll live. Distract yourself with your hand to pass the time. That’s what I’ve been doing.”
The vulgar scene in your head is so vivid: Toji buck naked, back up against the head board, head tipped back while he strokes himself. Letting out low growls and hisses as he touches himself.
The arousal coursing through your body makes you squirm in your seat and you’re using all self control right now to not throw yourself at him.
Several more rounds followed and many more sexually charged conversations. Every shot and every comment had your sanity hanging on by a thread. You needed to know what his lips tasted like, what they felt like: on your lips, on your neck, and between your legs.
You manage to end the night with just fucking each other with your eyes. When you stand outside the bar to say your goodbyes, he pulls you in by your waist. His hold on you is claiming as he pulls you flush against his chest.
His head tips down to look at you, you can smell the gin on his breath as he speaks, “I’ll probably see you again before the big day, right?”
Your breasts pressed against his solid front steals all the air from your lungs. Those green eyes are staring straight into your soul. You let out a breathy, “Right…”
He leans his head down and his lips are so close to yours now, you close your eyes and part your lips. Instead of feeling his lips, you feel a sharp tug on your bottom lip.
Your eyes shoot open as his teeth release your lip followed by a low laugh. He lets go of your waist with one final, “Good night,” and turns back to walk to his car. He strolls away from you, hands in his pockets, looking like the definition of nonchalant. Acting like he didn’t just wind you so tight you were about to snap.
How the fuck are you suppose to last another two weeks?
Post Title: Sylus is Busy. So We’re Fixing His Blog.
Luke: Wow. This thing is dusty. Does he even use this blog, or is it just for brooding aesthetics?
Kieran: He uses it. Just… sparingly. And with significantly less personality than we’re about to add.
Luke: Translation: boring.
Kieran: Disciplined.
Luke: Boring.
Anyway… hi. Surprise. You’re not getting Sylus today. You’re getting us. And before you ask… yes, we absolutely had permission.
Kieran: We did not.
Luke: Details, details.
Today’s Topic: Sylus, as Observed by Professionals (Us)
He has stared at a wall for 47 minutes straight.
That was after finishing all his work. Not during.
He drinks coffee like it personally offended him.
Someone smiled at him once. He looked confused for the rest of the day.
Kieran: You’re exaggerating.
Luke: I am not. I timed the wall thing.
Things Sylus Would Never Admit:
He notices more than he lets on.
He hesitates before leaving when someone’s watching.
He reads messages twice. Sometimes three times.
Luke: Four times.
Kieran: You counted?
Luke: I have hobbies.
Breaking News: We have confirmed that Sylus has a very specific expression he makes when he’s…
[POST INTERRUPTED]
Kieran: He’s behind us, isn’t he?
Luke: Oh, absolutely.
Final Message Before We Potentially Disappear: If you’re reading this… Congrats. You now know more about Sylus than he intended. Also, he’s not as untouchable as he pretends. Not even close.
▶︎︎ Southbound (starring . various jjk men & women)
synopsis . Mundane things you do that drive them craaaazy. pairings (separate) . Sukuna x f!reader, Gojo x f!reader, Choso x f!reader, Toji x f!reader, Shoko x f!reader, Geto x f!reader, Yuki x f!reader.
content . afab!reader, some established relationships, modern au, dirty talk, pet names, feral men & women, creampies, pervy!choso, finger sucking, perversion, overstim, filth, spit, cock stepping, rough sex, they’re naaaasty & obsessed, jealousy here ‘n there, fingering, possessiveness, brat taming, oral sex, etc.
word count . 8.4k || author's note: based on a request i can't find (help lol)! (not proofread) & the banner art is by rororogi mogera <3
☆ Sukuna Ryomen — flipping him off.
The moment your finger flew up his way in an aggravated flare, you expected the usual annoyed grunt or two in response. Instead, Sukuna's entire attitude shifts and you think you see his eyes getting uncharacteristically softer on you. Well, not really soft but soft in the way that lets you know that man is not paying attention to a word you're saying anymore.
"—and I really can't believe you," You're continuing on, "It's the same shit every week, and I just don't think I can—are you even fucking listening to me?!" Your words seem to capture his attention for a second, but his eyes are mostly trained onto your hand.
A muscle in his jaw flexes ever so slightly before you spot the faint quirk in his lips, crimson eyes just barely managing to find your face again, "What?"
"Oh, so you weren't listening," You scoff, turning away from the man with a pronounced roll of your eyes. Then you flip him off a second time and attempt to walk away from him, "Yeah, I'm done with this. Fuck y—"
“How far down my throat do you think that finger of yours could reach?” Sukuna asks all too casually and too slowly for your liking.
To which you end up choking, the remainder of your tirade dying out in your throat with one stupidly dry swallow. Your hand steadily retracts from where it is in the air and you turn to look at him, “What.”
Yeah, you knew the guy had some… strange interest when you first started talking to him romantically but nothing could’ve prepared you for the boner he popped when your middle finger went waving his way.
That—paired with that weird ass question he asked—is exactly how you ended up watching your boyfriend suck those same fingers of yours with a dark look in his eyes while he fucked you from the side. He had a singular hand neatly perched against the curvature of your hip as his other held onto your wrist to keep your hand from falling away from him.
“Mmhmm, mmmph,” Sukuna purred deeply, lathering your shaky digits with a slicked glaze of his saliva and driving his long, aggravatingly hard cock in ‘n out of your leaky cunt.
Squelch after squelch after squelch and the man was an utter mess before you. You watched as sweat trickled all down from the pink tuffs of his hair, strands clinging to his forehead messily while he sucked at your hand.
Between your moans, you found your eyebrows scrunching up as you huffed, “Why are you into this—aanh-, shit. Right there… f-fuckin’ freak.”
He nearly swallows your fingers whole, sucking impossibly harder in reaction and letting your fingertips graze the very back of his throat like some deranged whore. Sukuna had always been one to kiss your hand whenever he was trying to be romantic with you but you didn't think that'd translate over to this.
“Sukuna,” You called out in a desperate attempt at tugging him out of that fucked-out state of his.
The mean smack of his balls against your skin echoed and bounced off the bedroom walls with loud plaps, mixing in and growing louder with the grunts he was letting out and your moans.
He suddenly drags your hand away from his mouth and lets his droopy saliva splatter out and fall onto the side of your exposed waist, “Fuck do you want? Can’t you see my mouth is busy, woman?”
Your lashes flutter lightly as an utterly appalled feeling wells up inside you, “I—“
Unfortunately for you and whatever complaints you were about to strew his way, you're promptly cut off by the sultry motion of his hips plowing on as if fucking you was too easy of a task for him to put all his attention into. Then Sukuna politely takes your fingers back into his mouth and you think you see a little gleam of satisfaction coating his ruby gaze.
You tried to go on and catch him off guard by curling your fingers, but that only earns a stingy spurt of cum from the head of his cock as he gags. Then his eyes fly back and he seems to suction his mouth to your fingers even harder. Almost like he wants you to keep doing that.
To which you crack a smile, “Y’like that, ‘Kuna?”
Your boyfriend nods his head in a near pathetic manner—a way of which only your eyes are meant to capture. His cock is still ploughing through your puffy folds, sure to leave your inner walls swollen and stuffed with him by the time he's done.
Especially if you continue to egg him on by tilting your head at him and barely pulling your fingers away from him so that his mouth could follow like some big, starving mutt. Shaking your head, “This is so gross. Hah, why are you drooling like that?”
Sukuna pulls your digits out of his mouth again but only to stick his freakishly lengthy tongue out and then give you a slutty display of him wrapping a bit of the muscle around your fingers. Then he plasters wettened kisses the tips of them, “You have a really pretty fuckin’ hand.” He unexpectedly compliments.
You watch as the man shifts to drag your saliva-coated digits down along the tense plane of his sharp abs, his hips having stilled for a mere second so you could feel how your touch caused his weeping cock to pump 'n twitch frantically all around your insides.
“Can’t expect me to focus when you go waving it around in my face," He explains through a shortened breath. You take it upon yourself to feel at more of his chest while he leans over and moves both of his hands to your leg, practically pinning your body in place so he can rapidly puncture his dick past the elasticity of your entrance. "All I can think about it how good you feel against me—any part of you.”
A smile is placed upon your lips just then, “Aw, that’s kind of romanti—“
“Especially when you start stroking the inches of my cock that haven’t made it inside you just yet," He groans at the memory of it and your hand had unintentionally met the firm dips of his v-line, causing every inch of his body to shudder violently against you.
Then you deadpan, “Okay, never mind.”
To which he flashes a smug smile your way, “Keh.”
What a weirdo.
☆ Gojo Satoru — sneezing.
This freak. When he’d muttered a strangely hoarse bless you after the sneeze you’d let out, you tried not to think much of it.
But it was a little difficult to do that when he started to stare at you afterwards, flaunting that look of his that explicitly tells you his mind has gone somewhere very dirty. You were lightly rubbing the back of your hand against the tip of your nose to ease the itching sensation that the sneeze of yours had left and yet your weird ass husband was spotted in the corner of your eye bitting his bottom lip.
You sneeze one time during sex and now the damn from you sound makes his dick stand up no matter the situation!
Apparently whenever you sneeze, you clench especially hard around him—hard enough to drive him absolutely insane.
The two of you were trying to do some late spring cleaning and ended up in your cozy little attic, the air tinged with dust due to the vacancy of this area of your home. So naturally you were prone to a sneeze or two.
Unfortunately for you, this gave Gojo the brightest idea of all time.
He now has you hoisted up in his large, grabby hands—fucking you stupid as he bounces you up and down the fidgety length of his flushed cock—and hoping that having sex in this specific part of your home will coax a sneeze or two out of you.
"You're so weird," The words muddled out of your mouth in an airless little laugh, your head falling forward against the firm plane of his shoulder as he readjusted the mean grip he had on your thighs.
Despite hearing you just fine and smiling, "Is there something you wanted to say, baby?" Gojo asks, breath coming out warm near your skin.
Your eyes roll. "I said-," His hips snap upward just to purposefully cut you off, his thickened shaft sprawling your weepy hole open all the more with his ever swift motion. "Nngh-, ‘said you're so weird."
His head turned just so that his lips could brush at the shivering shell of your ear, "And yet," Gojo's teeth bare out to graze over your skin teasingly, "You're the one squeezing my cock like you don't wanna let him go." He points out.
While that was more than true, you weren't about to give him the satisfaction of you admitting it when he's the same mane who got turned on from your sneezing.
The attic air was rather warm from the glowy sun outside, and dust particles floated around lazily through the slanted beams of warm rays creeping through the singular small window placed not too far away from where Gojo stood with you. Nearly every bit of forgotten furniture cluttered in the area was painted over with a thin layer of ashy gray.
It'd been quite some time since the two of you had been in here. Hell, you believe the last time you both visited your attic was back when you guys were still christening the house via fucking in every room.
Per his idea, by the way.
The wooden floorboards beneath Gojo's sturdy feet had creaked from the weight of both his body and you hauled up in his arms. Wet droplets of slick splattered down onto the floor just under you with his every other uneven thrust, and you found yourself holding onto him tighter as he suddenly picked up the pace.
The plan to clean the attic up flew out the window about three or so sneezes ago and now he was waiting for you to do the same while his dick was inside you. It shouldn't have been too hard.
"Y'know most h-husbands just say bless you 'n hand their wife a tissue when they sneeze," Your voice was a bit unsteady from the way he was moving inside you—balmy cockhead poking all around your cervix and just kissing at your inner sweet spot to get you all the more wet around him.
You felt his chest rumbling slightly against your tits as he chuckled deeply, "Mmmh, yeah. But most husbands probably aren't blessed with the—fuck, knowledge that their wife's pussy sucks on their cock every time she—"
"Ohmygod, don't say it," You whine, cringing slightly as you leaned away from him as best as you could to catch the expression he was making.
He looked far too proud of himself, "...lets out the cuuutest little—"
"Satoru." You cut off with a warning glare in your eyes.
He only ignores it to smile at you, hands shifting to hike your body up higher in the air. The sudden change in angle brought about stars behind your shutting eyelids, his cock dragging against that squishy spot inside you that had your toe curling.
It seemed as though this was a position he'd managed to perfect with the the way he had you perfectly suspended in the air as if you weighed nothing, your tits bobbing, and feet left to dangle uselessly as he used gravity and his freakish strength to fuck you exactly how he wanted.
Oh, he was getting that sneeze out of you again.
Your hands reached up a little to tangle your fingers into his hair, holding on and tugging at him sharply whenever his tip plucked into the tightest nook of your pussy.
Mouth left open and mixed breathy moans 'n pants pouring out of you, Gojo saw how he already had one part of his plan down so far—fucking you straight to tears like he always did.
"Admit it, sweetheart," His voice dipped a pitch lower and he sounded overly determined to get his way, "You love that I know this about you, that I pay attention."
"Mmph-, I think it's weird, 'Toru. I just said this," You counter, words lacking any sort of bite to them.
Gojo's lips quirk up and his lashes bat slightly as he feels your saccharine walls quivering around the base of his cock, his hips barely rocking your body up. "Riiight, and that's why you're drippin' all down my cock right now—because you think it's weird."
You pout at him, "You're so annoying."
"You love me, though. And you love this," He picks his pace right back up where he'd just barely left off, letting his the crowning tip of his cock swat nastily against your depths to tug something sluggishly slick out of you. "Love that your weirdo husband still thinks you're sexy even when you're blowing sno—"
"I'm gonna get dry if you keep this up," You lie as your fingernails slightly scrape against his scalp and you cling onto his body tighter.
His smile manages to get impossibly wider, "Hah, not with my cock inside you, you're not." Gojo says cockily. Then his brows scrunch up and his dick is felt twitching inside you, "Plus it's your fault I'm like this to begin with, you should've held your sneeze back when we were cockwarming that night."
With every thrust and every word that jumped out of his mouth, you were only finding yourself surprised by the things he was coming up with. Scoffing, "You're being ridiculous."
Gojo lets your little comment slide for the time being and begins to walk over towards one of the attic's dustiest corner. Your expression instantly begins to twist up and you could feel your breathing growing shallower as the prospect of a sneeze tickles at your nostrils.
You really didn't want to give him what he wanted just yet.
"Oh? Did your nose just twitch?" Gojo asks, tugging your body impossibly closer to his so that your tits were sandwiched against his firm chest.
His hips became relentless just then, making it even harder for you to breathe with the way he was mercilessly fucking the air right out of your lungs.
"N-No," You tried to gasp but he saw the way tears welled up in your eyes.
Smirking knowingly at you, "Nah, don't hold it back now. Let it out, sweet girl. C'monnn, I just wanna feel you clench around me again." His voice softens up on you and you let out a short breath.
"This is so weird 'n embarrassing," You're whining, cunt spasming around his jaggedly thrusting cock. He was getting more and more frantic with each second that passed.
"Is it?" Your husband taunted, eyes lighting up as he watched your face contort into an expression that told him you were on the verge of a sneeze. "Well, I think—"
He's cut off almost comically by his own body—the dust having gotten to his nose instead of yours and leading him right into a short sneeze. With it comes a harsh thrust from his hips as the crash against your skin and you feel his muscles clenching tightly before his balls begin to twitch.
And then he's cumming inside you like an idiot.
"Oh," You're gasping now as you smirk right back at him, "I think I'm starting to get the appeal now."
☆ Shoko Ieiri — putting on lipgloss.
It’s a simple thing you, and many other people in the world, do to add some shine to your lips and yet your perpetually overworked girlfriend can’t help but get worked up every time she sees you doing it.
Perhaps it’s because you’re hers that it drives her insane but fuck, something about watching that pretty translucent shade of gloss slip out across the gorgeous curves of your lips makes her mind run to the most sinful of places.
It always reminds her of her lips against yours—and no, not the ones on your face.
There's only one other thing she can think of that's as lustrous 'n pretty as your lips are after you put on lipgloss. And that other thing is the same thing she's spreading open now with the two meticulous pads of her thumbs.
Your pussy is quivering under her due to the way she's panting like she's on the verge of dehydration from not lapping at you fast enough. She watches the cute pucker and clench your hole makes around nothing as she does so—eyeing how slobbers of slick dribbles out of you and trails down to your other hole.
You always got so wet for her, she just couldn't get enough of it.
That, and what's better than eating out her pretty girl after a long day of work?
Shoko nearly moans after blowing some air over your cunt to watch the way it flinches in reaction. "So cute," She mutters gently, "And wet." Then she's sending a fat wad of spit towards your clit and letting it trickle downward to mix with the rest of your soaked glory.
You don't even get to say anything before she's diving right in. Hell, you're not sure what got into her in the first place. You were supposed to be heading out to do some shopping but in the midst of your getting ready, Shoko said she needed something from you beforehand.
You knew she was watching you get all dolled up but you didn't think she was getting turned on from it too.
Locking her lips onto your cunt, she darts the length of her tongue out and sloppily lathers the muscle with your taste before groaning. A moan of her name leaves your lips but she hardly hears it—the taste of you has her dazed already.
Truth be told, Shoko could eat you out for hours and never get tired. Which makes sense, of course. You were her favorite meal after all.
But one of the best parts about doing so now—after you'd recently applied lipgloss—is looking up to see the way your mouth flails open with drool slipping out to mix with it. She always had you a wet mess from every single hole and she loved it.
Considered herself obsessed with it, even.
You shoot a hand down to her hair and try to grab ahold of her, pathetically attempting to move or shift her mouth where you want it to be but ultimately failing. Shoko goes wherever she wants to, the area of desire being your clit at the current moment with the way she foes from those lengthy laps 'n licks to kissing and softly suctioning her mouth to your slobbering pussy.
"Fuck, I almost forgot how sweet this pussy gets," She comments gingerly, warm breath grinding out against your smeared-open folds. "All sensitive on my tongue, nnngh-, can't get enoughhh..."
Her eyes sealed shut for a moment and you saw how she smiled into your cunt, kissing and licking like she was drunk on you or something. Fairly enough, she always got like this when she ate you out but fuck if it didn't drive you just as crazy each time.
Shoko's lips cup around your clit and she pulls at the sensitive bundle of nerves, the tip of her tongue tickling you obscenely before she moans into you once more.
Your back arches up away from the bed and you're left gasping for the air that'd recently left your throat, "Sho—fuuuck, Shoko..."
Her smile widens slightly when she hears you moaning for her but that doesn't stop the nasty flicks of her tongue. Then it begins to twist in a sloppy manner and her hands maneuvered over to peel your pussy lips further apart. She only removes her mouth from you to glide it downwards and pluck her tongue directly into your hole.
A broken gasp jumps out of you and she watches the entire thing from in between your legs. Then her hips and thighs move to try 'n relive the ache she felt building up in between them, especially as she saw how much of a mess you'd been above her.
Your lipgloss had smeared down to your chin and the sight made her eyes widen. Then her mouth worked at your cunt harder, feasting on you like a woman absolutely and utterly starved. Something feral left her throat but you're not sure if it was a groan or a growl.
It was some type of husked sound that made you try to push at her head. Of which she shakes immediately, "Don't fuckin' push at me," Shoko demands, eyes glaring as they find yours, "Let me-, ah.. ruin you. C'mon, cutie, you can take it. S'just my tongue," She hums before dragging that very muscle around your entrance.
Your hands moved elsewhere and you instead tried to pull your body away from her, only to be cut off by her arms moving to wrap around your legs and yank you back towards her mouth.
She pops off of you and then spits meanly, following it up with a harsh smack to your cunt. "Try taking my pussy away from me again 'n see what happens," Shoko warns, "Don't move, take it—I only just started."
Gulp.
☆ Choso Kamo — putting on/taking off shoes.
No, he doesn’t have a foot fetish.
You had started to think your best friend was a little weird when he’d stare at your legs whilst you slipped out of or into your shoes. But, with the way he’s currently panting like some mutt against your thigh, you realize his odd staring had nothing to do with your feet specifically.
Instead, his unwavering gazes had everything to do with the jealousy he felt in his heart upon seeing you apply so much pressure onto your footwear instead of him. Weird, right?
Yeah, he’s aware. But fuck, sue him for wanting his best friend—who orders him around 24/7—to step on him a time or two!
Which you're finally doing now after catching the erection he managed to get just from helping you put your heels on.
In his defense, it was a gorgeous red pair of heels he couldn't wait to see you walking around in.
Also the same pair of heels he accidentally came on a week ago when he was jerking off in your closet...
But that part was besides the point, all that mattered in this present moment was how good your heel felt mashing into the thiiiick outline of his poor cock—finally applying all the pressure he’d been fantasizing about.
“Nnngh-,” Choso moans, head slumped against your thigh with wet pants splaying out over your skin. “More, p-please, more… mistress—“
“Excuse me?” You choke and your foot stutters in its stepping as that title hits your ears.
You figured he’d be pathetic once he got a taste of you like this but you were not expecting him to say that in the slightest. And the way he angles his head up to look at you with those charming brown eyes of his—all glimmered over with tears while his hips jerk to create more friction between your heel and his dick.
“You’re such a loser, Cho. How many times did you think about this, hm?” You ask in an unfairly demeaning tone that makes his heart skin multiple beats within his chest.
“So many fuckin’ times,” He gasps out as if his breath had run away from his lungs entirely. The warm skin of his cheek is felt rubbing against your leg and he looks rather deranged in the state he's in, “Fuuuck—do y’know how long I’ve been wanting you to step on me?” He asks in return.
You head tips in faux thought and you bring your free hand up to your chin, the other occupied with patting his head softly, “Mmm, I think I’ve got a pretty good guess.” Then you move your touch to his broad shoulders and force the upper half of his body away from your limbs—exposing all of his pathetic frame to you. “In fact, I want you to pull your cock out and show me how badly you’ve been wanting this.”
Choso’s never moved faster to do anything in his life.
His hands are a bit jittery as they slip beneath the thick band of his sweats, then his boxers, and soon his dick is quickly flying out into the air. The upper inches of it appear to be a flushing shade of red, and he looks like he'd cum if you blew at him.
You spot a thick pool of precum spilling out from his mushroomy head and find yourself biting at your lip, then you let the tip of your heel brush against his shaft and Choso whimpers.
“Y-Yes,” He mumbles, “More, fuck.. please-, step on me moreee.” His body moves about against the floor so that he could meet the motions of your heel with a few ruts of his own.
You roll your eyes at how desperate he is but let your foot do exactly as he’s asked and grind it against his cock, guiding his erection down in a way that looks like it should hurt.
And yet, Choso’s throwing his head back and moaning into the air. “Ohmygodddd,” He releases a hoarse grunt from the pressure you're gifting him, “That’s so fuckin’ hot. C-Can you tell me how.. hahh-, pathetic I am too?”
You blink. “What?”
“Please?" Choso's eyes get droopy and he pants leisurely while giving you the cutest puppy eyes he could manage, "Look at me—look at how m’leaking all over your shoes… isn’t that nasty?”
Clearly he was taunting you into giving him exactly what he wanted. And unfortunately for you, it was working.
“Yeah, really nasty…” You say in a soft spoken tone. The edge of your heel lifts up to his tip and you tap at it in short intervals, watching the way he squirms and sporting a smirk on your lips as you say, “Think you can be a good boy ‘n lick them clean for me after I let you cum?”
Choso nods aggressively enough to bring himself to a throbbing headache, but he doesn’t care.
Which makes you snort, “Wow, Choso. I mean pathetic is one thing but, you’re more like a slut for me, aren’t you? Rubbing yourself all over my shoes like that… what a needy boy.”
Only a few words out of your mouth and all his fantasies had been fulfilled tenfold. He couldn't stop his eyes from rolling back, lips wobbly from how many sounds were escaping them, “M’gonna cum."
Your foot presses down harder and adjusts his cock over to the left, forcing it to pulse against the skin of his waist. Challenging him as you snort, “Are you?”
“Please-, ohfuck.. pleeease let me cum,” Choso's a quick learner, he didn't need any more questions out of that mouth of yours to realize you wanted him to ask for it. “I’ll be good, I’ll lick it up when m’done, I’ll lick you up when I’m done—whatever you want, please.. let me cumm.”
You pretended not to hear the claim in between his pleas about how he'd lick you up, ignoring the throb it invokes from deep in between your legs. It was almost annoying how he was the one receiving pleasure here and yet you could feel your panties clinging to your folds from wet arousal already.
Then, with gracious eyes do you nod your head and hum, “Mmmh, fine. Go ahead.”
A throaty groan is ripped out of his throat as he does so. Choso’s body jolts, cum shooting out of his tip in creamy waves
“Fuuuhh-, fuck..” His breath sounds exasperated.
You’re left to watch his release come flying out, landing up along your shin and even a little higher than that. As it lands, you feel the way it sluggishly glides down and Choso’s busy trying to collect himself from where he is.
Once his panting comes to a stop and he manages to blink away those tears he’d been holding back—his eyes run down along your body and just when you try to pull your leg away from him, he reaches out for it.
His grip on you is sudden and rather rough, but you let it slide for the time being. Your composure falters for a moment in shock, and he decides to take things another step forward.
At first, he does as you said and starts to lick up his cum—cleaning it off your shoe and the lower end of your leg. Then he starts to take some of his seed up onto his thumb and lick it up that way, scarcely meeting eyes with you every now ‘n then.
You didn’t realize he’d schemed something up until it was too late.
Choso went to wipe up the second to last drop of his cum and paused before taking it into his mouth.
Noticing his hesitation, “Hey, that’s not all of—“
The man cuts you off via grabbing at the bottom of your dress, and pulling you to bend down towards him. You stumble from your footing and then choke on your own breath.
Within your gasp and while your mouth is open, Choso swipes his cum out across your lips and then pushes himself up on his knees to lick it off—tongue sneaking into your mouth right after.
“Mmph!” You moan against him, kissing him back but definitely cursing him out within your head.
When he pulls away, he’s got a smile on his face even as he whispers, “Sorry.”
To which you glare at him, “You’re not.”
His voice grows low and sheepish as his gaze darts off from yours, “I was jus’ following your instructions. You said to lick it all up.”
“Yeah, but—“
“And I think,” He leans away from your face and dips down towards your legs, “Some of it got in between your thighs…”
It absolutely did not, but with the way he was looking at you…
Your head turns away and you stand up straight before crossing your arms. “W-Well then… clean me up properly.”
Choso’s cock twitches faintly and he’s bubbling with his own excitement as he starts to move your legs apart, “With pleasure.”
☆ Toji Fushiguro — working out.
There’s nothing Toji loves more than seeing you sweat. You thought it was his normal way of being overly affectionate in the beginning of your relationship with him, but over time you’ve come to learn that your boyfriend actually has a thing for you exercising.
And it doesn’t matter how you do so either. You could go on a short walk around the neighborhood, do some yoga around the house, stretch as soon as you wake up from a nap—and that big perv is rubbing a hand over the fat cock stiffening in between his legs.
Ever the weirdo.
If only you’d known about his obsession with seeing you exercise prior to going to the gym with him.
You were doing some cardio, running on the treadmill and oblivious to his verdant eyes trained solely on you from across the way. You already warned him beforehand that if he couldn’t control himself during one trip to the gym then it wouldn’t be happening again.
Toji tried to keep his eyes away from you, but he saw one too many other people walking your way and throwing their gazes at you for him to ignore.
And by the time his attention landed on you, he was a goner. You were running rather fast and all he could focus on was the way your body looked in motion. There was nothing inherently sexual about watching you sprint, but you couldn’t tell that to Toji.
Only thing running through his mind was the multiple ways in which he could work you out afterwards.
He was only halfway through his workout before he saw you heading off towards the locker rooms. And what kind of man would he be if he didn’t follow after his wife?
Okay, technically he had no real reason to do so but he’s not about to explain that to you now—even though you’re cocking a brow at him and questioning him about it.
“Toji, I told you to behave,” You sigh as you turn around and bend over, reaching for the clean shirt that’d fallen down within your locker.
Rookie mistake.
Now he’s creeping behind you and putting his hands on your waist, coming over to your ear and whispering, “I’m so behaved, baby. Haven’t even done anything yet.”
Your head shakes as you stand up straight, “Yet?”
Your questioning is immediately answered when you shift backwards and feel the heavy bulge poking in between your ass cheeks. All you could do at this point was shut your eyes and exhale again.
Glancing back over your shoulder, “How long have you had that?”
“Since I saw you stretching,” He admits.
You wanted to laugh at the man since that happened almost an hour ago. Instead, you simply turn your head away and let your shoulders drop, “Perv.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Your husband grumps, “Tell me more about it while I fuck ya’.”
A cool brush of air meets your suddenly exposed thighs as your workout pants are tugged right off your body in one go.
“Toji!” You whisper-shout, feeling him apologetically nuzzle his face into your neck.
Then you feel that tender tip of his swatting its way in between your folds as wets himself with your arousal. “Shhhh, no one’s coming in here,” Toji insists.
Considering how you were equally as turned on as he was—with the way you’d been eyeing his beefy body work out all evening long—there wasn’t much of an argument on your end.
Though, you can’t say you expected him to be so animalistic with the eay he fucks you up against that locker. The poor thing is shaking and making all sorts of creaky, rickety noises while he pounds the meaty girth of his cock deep into your cunt.
You had to pull your shirt up and bite down on the fabric just to stop yourself from crying out too loudly.
Toji on the other hand didn’t seem to care one bit about the noises, nearly lifting your body further up against the lockers as he gruffed into your skin. “Love this fuckin’ pussy,” He praises, heavy balls hammering against your puffy folds as he stuffed himself in to the hilt of your cunt with each thrust.
“Hnngh-, hahhh—yeahh?” Your shirt falls out from in between your teeth, “H-How much?”
Your questioning taunt has his cock growing impossibly harder, and he sandwiches your frame against the cold metal ahead.
Each movement from his hips is accompanied by a sharp thwack of his chubby tip, streeetching you out from the inside and aching to pull something soaked from out of you.
“You know how much I love my pussy—nasty lil’ thing.” Toji huffs before wrapping one massive arm around your waist and towing your body back onto his to meet with him, “Always squeezin’ this dick like she wants every drop of cum I’ve got for her.” His thumb locates your clit and taps at it, “Ain’t that right, doll? You want me to cum inside ya’. Right here in this locker room, ‘n force ya’ to walk out with it drippin’ alllll down these pretty thighs?”
Your maw dangles open all dumbly and he grunts loudly at the way your walls convulse around him in a rather nasty fashion—as if to answer him or something.
Toji’s free hand moves out to slam into the locker as he holds onto it and you swear you see him dent it a little. Still holding you in one arm, you’re reminded of just how strong your husband really is.
He practically lifts you up a few inches off the ground and pins you to the locker, “Think you can still run on that treadmill after bein’ thoroughly bred?” He asks only to earn a gaping sound out of the pit of your stomach, “C’mon, talk to me, dollface. Wanna hear it out this slutty mouth of yours.”
Dropping you, your legs are left trembling once your feet hit the floor and you don’t even get to breathe properly before Toji’s moving his arm from around your waist and up to grab at your jaw.
Angling your face back to his, he’s just babbling on about all the things he plans on doing to you—leaving you little to no room to answer him with any words.
“I might hafta’ cum inside you before every workout—make sure you’re reminded of who this pussy belongs to each time you come here,” Toji’s tongue folds out to lick the sweat off the side of your neck. He saw some people in particular looking at you for a few seconds too long so you can’t really blame him for his suggestions, “Would ya’ like that?”
You told yourself right there at that moment that you’re probably not going to attend this gym with him again.
Especially since your trainer—a tall blonde named Nanami—comes walking in due to a noise complaint he’d received from one of the other gym-goers outside.
Shit.
☆ Geto Suguru — yapping.
Now, between the two of you, you’ve always been the talker. He made a habit of throwing out a topic he knows you like, just to get you to talk more and then fall silent as he listens.
You adored his attentiveness for a long time until you realized he’d only been that way for an ulterior reason. That reason being that hearing you ramble on about literally anything gets his dick unbelievably wet.
Mainly because he loves to mess up the flow of your speeches by touching you—as he currently finds himself grinding the long, curvy shaft of his cock up ‘n in between your pussy lips. It started out as dry humping while you told him about your hectic day.
But now…
“Keep talkin’, gorgeous. I swear I’m listening,” Geto claimed despite doing everything but. His eyes weren’t even at your face anymore—trained entirely on the way your lips got speared apart by the head of his cock each time he rolled his hips forward.
Your cunt was leaking all over him far too much for you to remain focused on whatever story you'd been most recently yapping about. Instead moaning, “Thought about you all-, hnngh—all day, Sugu.”
“Yeahh? I know you did, pretty girl.” Geto puffs out gently, as if his length wasn't being the exact opposite with each heave and drudge against your exposure. “Did you think about this too? About my dick slippin’ against you like this? Teasin’ you?” His voice gets breathy as he says that, falling victim to the same thing as you with the way he gets caught up in the not-so-dry humping.
“Uhuhh,” Your hips stag upwards and roll, forcing his cock to angle down and press a nasty smooch against your hole.
Geto's hand moves to sprawl out against your abdomen and he forces you to be flat against the cushions. Scoffing whilst taking his shaft into his other hand and angling it around your slavering hole instead of in, “Keep talkin’ then. Finish that story of yours. What happened with Satoru after he spilled that drink on you?” He asks.
He needed to get back on track here. After all, you only allowed him to grind against you if he promised to listen to your story properly.
“Suguruuu,” You started to whine though, as if it wasn't you who agreed to this in the first place. He then watches as you grab at his wrist and wiggle your body around below him, cutely trying to work that plump head of his past your desperate ring of resistance, “I-I can’t think about him right now,” You push his hand away next and reach further down to grab at his cock, “Jus’ put it innn. Pleaseee?”
Geto manages to smile but his breath hitches in your throat. While he loves hearing you all needy for him, he also wants to be good and abide by your prior request, “Hm… I could," He says playfully, nibbling on his lip once you begin to stroke the inches of his dick he refuses to put in you, “But I think I wanna hear you l-like—hah, shit... like this for a little longer.”
Purposefully, your mean boyfriend begins to fuck himself into the small hole your hand has created for him and you continue to feel him slide all his weight over your clit each time he thrusts forward. It was driving you inside since you could feel his many veins twitching to be shoved inside you instead.
“Fuck me,” You gasp, hoping your please would convince him to do so quickly, “Please Sugu, I need you inside me.”
His dick practically jumps against your hand and you watch how his chest rises and falls with the deep breaths he has to take to hold himself back. “Need me inside you?" He snickers, "Oh, so you want my fingers then?”
The prettiest pout appears on your lips and it makes his cock begin to drool excessively onto your skin. “N-No, I need your dick inside me. C’mon Sugu, don’t you wanna fuck me?” You say before holding your legs up ‘n open for him, “Can't you see how wet I am for you?”
Geto tries—he really does—not to look down, but when you're spreading your legs like that... he just can't help himself. His eyes descend your body and a pornographic expression is painted into his pretty features.
“Shiiit…” He mutters, moving his hips back and jerking himself off in a few, quickened strokes, before he places his swollen tip up against your cunt, “You always know how to convince me, huh?”
Not a second more is wasted before he's sliding into you with vigor, eyes locking onto the moans you let out, and head tilting over.
“Missed this dick inside you that badly? That moan was louder than normal," Geto teases, feeling your pussy let out a squeaky squelch around his thickness.
You meet his eyes with something sinful coating your own, “I missed you fucking me."
“Oh yeah?” His arms move out so that he could properly cage you beneath him, hips casually bucking into you to spread the translucent glosses of his precum all across your hugging walls, “How much, baby? Talk to me—talk to Sugu.” He mocks.
You're a mess under him already and he feels as though he's barely even done anything yet. Plus, he still hasn't let you finish that story of yours and it's gonna make him feel bad any second now. You seemed so excited to tell him what happened while you were out today and now...
“Nnngh-, aanh,” Moans were slopping out of your mouth and your body was easily being fucking up against the bed, the frame distantly thumping against the wall hard enough to leave multiple marks that you're sure to scold him about later. “S-Soo much, Sugu," You reply, "Thought about havin' you inside me all fuckin’ day.”
Geto truly couldn't get enough of your voice. He loved hearing you talk more than anything, so every time you moan for him it just drives him insane. His balls come slapping against your skin with each heavy rock of his slim hips, cock getting swallowed up so nastily by that gorgeous pussy of yours.
Hell, he can't help himself from pushing into you a little deeper, “Ohhh don’t tell me that. My poor girlll, did you rub one out before I got home?”
You nod helplessly and your hands are reaching up to hold onto his arms, leaving light scratches across his skin due to how rough he was getting with you. “Wanted to feel you," Your whines ring out and enter his ears the same way a loving kiss from you would.
“Awhh, did you?” He mocks you again and ends up tossing his hair back—long, dark locks flying with the motion all elegantly as he grunts. “Shit, you’re so cute when you’re like this. Couldn’t even finish that little story of yours.”
Your legs feel like jello underneath the large man once his pounding begins to slant—the crooked curve of his cock knocking around that spongey spot inside you, and earning gossamers of your arousal to squirt out in return.
Then he's got the nerve to grin, “Guess you’ll have to tell me about it later.”
As if that won’t lead to the same thing happening all over again…
☆ Yuki Tsumuko — eye rolls.
Now, your girlfriend has many joys in this world but one of her favorite things to do with you is be nice 'n close to your face while she's knuckle deep in your cunt.
Why? Because she loooves watching the way your eyes flock to the very back of your head each time she curls her precise digits into that spot she knows you so desperately crave for her to reach. Giggling, "Hear how loud my girl is?" She'd tease in a slightly hoarse mutter.
You'd let out a moan in response if it weren't for her lips latching onto your again to drown the sound out completely. Her tongue twirls and dances over yours the same way it typically does to your pussy and you try your best to keep up with her but it's no use.
Perhaps you should've known better than to catch an attitude with her. You only rolled your eyes once because of how much she'd been lecturing you about something and now she was punishing you for it.
You can't really say you were complaining, though.
She pulls away from your mouth simply to watch the way your face twists up into pure bliss. Her fingers are dragging out something far too sweet 'n delicious out of your weeped hole, and she's eyeing down the way whines of her name leave your pretty, spit-slicked lips.
"Y-Yuki, please," You gasp and attempt to lift your hips for a moment to breathe only to be tugged right back down by the grip she's got on you with her free hand.
Then she pouts as if to mock you, "Aw, you close, pretty?" She hums in that faux sweet tone that causes your stomach to churn with butterflies, thighs a trembly mess over hers. "Gonna cum for me? Make a nasty lil' mess on me like you always do? Hm?"
As she continues to taunt you, her fingertips are busy rubbing right against that angled spot inside you that has your eyes crossing with stars in them. You're trying to nod your dumb head, and wanting nothing more than to duck down and hide your expression from her greedy eyes.
You make a laughable attempt at doing so, trying to move your face into the crook of her neck only to be stopped by the searing grip of her hand coming up to your throat. Her thumb pushes at your chin to lift it up and she smiles when you're forced to look at her again.
"Tryin' to hide your face from me now? Seriously?" She gasps in an exaggerated manner. "Now, you know that's my favorite part of you." Her fingers pick up in pace all of a sudden and you could feel the pads of each one ramming into you as if to punish you. "Just look atcha', all teary eyed 'n pouty like you weren't asking for this."
Your eyes are quick to dart elsewhere but you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, "S-Shut upp," You huff, "I hate it when you stare at me like that."
The knowing smile on her face only widens out before she tips her head to the side, thumbing at your puckered lil' clit to roll her name into it. "Do what?" Yuki puffs out in that soft tone once more, brownish eyes dilating fro the disorientated sight of you, "Watch you when you're about to cum? Smile at the way your eyes run to the back of your head 'cause it's too much for ya'?
Before you could even answer her, she was leaning forward and your body was easily getting unsteady with its hovering over her lap.
"Would you rather I watch her instead?" She taunts, pushing you over so that your back flops down against the mattress. "Cause' I can do that. It has been a while since I've seen my girl up close, after all. Wonder if she's got just as much of an attitude with me as you do."
With a heavy huff exiting your throat, you watch with wide, glossy eyes as she sits up over you and meets your thighs with her soaked hands. Internally you were dreading what was about to happen as Yuki was never one to be gentle with her tongue as it laid onto your folds.
She parts your legs open for herself, "Think she missed me just as much as I missed her?"
You're too busy trying to cover your face out of some sort of shyness, refusing to answer or look at your eager girlfriend. To which Yuki playfully rolls her eyes and repositions herself down in between your legs. Her eyes stay up on you and your heavily breathing chest for a moment before she pushes forward and presses a chaste kiss against the soaked slit of your pussy.
"Babyyyy," She purrs in that evil voice of hers, "Look at me, will you?"
Even though you know damn well she only wanted to tease you, you ended up listening to her anyway as you removed your hands from your face and lazily drag your eyes down to her.
God, the sight was nothing short of sexy.
Her blonde hair had been strung back into a messy ponytail, brown eyes set dead on you, and pretty pinked lips slipping upwards into that smile you know and love so much.
"Theree she is," Yuki coos, tipping her head to the side again as she flaunts a mocking pout at you, "Was that so hard?"
Your brows tangle upwards and just as you go to answer her, she slots her two fingers right back into you slooowly with a loud squelch emitting into the room. "No," You whisper, "But d-do you have to stare?"
She scoffs, "Of course I do! How else would I watch your eyes roll back while I fuck you?"
Summary: You're an independent woman working as a lawyer that is stuck in the capitalistic grind to support your son - Artem the black cat and your reading addiction but quite content with her life. What happens when you run into Sylus with his charm in a chance encounter that is dead set on courting you. Or, in other words, what happens when an unstoppable force (Sylus) meets an immovable object (Non-MC)?
Part 1
A/N: Im back on my shit and just a quick reminder that I am making shit up as I go. Pray for me and this fic :)
You were having a good evening. I mean who wouldn’t when the company is giving free food and alcohol. You were celebrating the finalising of the investment and as the Deputy Head of Legal you were expected to show up and socialise (read: network). So, here you were at this fancy hotel with your team and the heads of every department at the company but talking only to your friend who also happened to be the Head of the IT department - Caleb.
The two of you met a few years after you started at this company as one of the Legal Associates and he was already known as the computer prodigy. Your laptop refused to cooperate with you no matter you did and kept rebooting like it was one of those trashy Netflix reality shows.
As much as you wanted to say he was your saviour and knight in shining armour, fixing your laptop, he was very much the opposite. He was that very stereotypical IT guy that thought you were just dumb and had come to him with an easy fix problem. Well joke was on him because in the end, he actually had to take it in to see what was actually wrong. To redeem himself, he did offer you coffee and stuck around to being your good and close friend from work.
You were giggling into your third glass of champagne, when one of your very eager, almost overenthusiastic employees walked up to you to let you know that your boss - Jack is looking for you. After sending him back on his way, you got off the couch with a groan.
“Tell me I look presentable enough for whatever it is he wants me for.” You asked him as you straightened your dress.
“You look like you’ve been drinking three shots of vodka.” Caleb said with a smirk.
“Are you calling me a lightweight, Xia?” You were offended at the implication even though it might be true, adorning a pout that did not look threatening in the slightest.
“I am calling you old.” He deadpanned. “Now go before he sends sics someone on you again.”
“That’s rich coming from someone with a bad back that can’t even lift a heavy box without needing massages.” Without waiting for a response, you turned around and walked in the general direction from where you could hear your boss’s fake laughter.
“Ah, here you are. I want you to meet Mr. Qin, our investor.” You boss said without missing a beat as soon as he saw you. The man he introduced you to looked familiar but you were not sure where you might have seen him before. Regardless, you donned a smile and introduced yourself to him with a firm handshake.
“I know. We’ve met.” He said with something that was between a smile and smirk on his face, his hand holding on to yours for an extra second before letting you go.
You knew that your face was making the ‘We have?’ look. Faced with the possibility of offending this big shot investor and your boss giving you the same look as yours, you very much wanted to crawl back under the rock you usually reside at.
With a full smirk, Mr. Qin dug into his suit and pulled out his lighter and it took you a few seconds to recognise the lighter and this man in front of you.
“Oh. Sylus?” You asked as if testing waters, still unsure. You blame the alcohol that made you scatter brained. In your defence, you were not expecting to actually socialise at this event.
“We meet again.” His smile turned softer than before as he pocketed his lighter. “Can I get you a drink?”
“From the open bar?” You retorted. And it took you a while to realise that you had left your filter back home with your impulse control medication.
Before you could say something as damage control, you heard Sylus chuckle lowly. “You can hold me to it the next time then.”
“Next time?” You mumbled as you let him lead you towards the bar.
“So, Deputy Head of Legal huh?” He asked after ordering your drinks, completely ignoring your previous question.
“You sound surprised.” You feel like you should feel offended by this but you were too buzzed to care.
“You look too young to be in an executive position.” He stated bluntly causing you to let out an ugly snort.
“How old do you think I am?” You asked after taking a moment to compose yourself. “Besides, you’re one to talk. When everyone was talking about this investor, I was expecting an old man in a sleazy suit that costs my yearly salary.”
“But instead, its me in a sleazy suit?” Sylus prompted you as he handed you his drink.
“I feel like you’re putting words in my mouth.” You took a sip of your drink. Oh this is strong but familiar. “You ordered me a Gin and Tonic?”
“Figured it was a safe option.” He said with a shrug, taking a sip of his drink.
“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” You asked, placing the drink back on the bar. Drinking this after already being buzzed from just champagne was a bad idea. Especially at a work event. No matter even if it was your favourite cocktail.
“What do you mean?” He angled himself to fully face you, giving you a look that you found to be hard to decipher.
“Well, I figured you must have had a reason to pull me aside on the pretence of getting me a drink. That’s all.” You might not be the best at reading a person based on just their facial expressions but you were good at sussing out the vibes of the person based on their body language and tone. But he was just an overall hard person to read and that frustrated you a little.
“Can I not just enjoy the company of this wonderful lady that judged my wardrobe within minutes of meeting me?” He retorted with a smirk causing you to let out a groan.
“I can already tell that you’re never letting that go. Also, is that why you changed your colour scheme this time?” He was wearing black button down with black trousers paired with a white-navy gradient blazer and a bunch of silver accessories to go with it. This made him look more approachable and younger than the previous red-black combination.
“Does the fashion master approve of this change?” Sylus asked you with a playful tone but the look he was giving you was more intense than the tone implied.
“And what if I don’t approve?” You asked as you unconsciously leaned towards him.
“Then I will finally concede and accept that it is time to hire a stylist for myself.” He shrugged, taking a sip of his drink.
That was not the response you were expecting and that made you let out a chuckle. You honestly did not know what you were expecting but something about him made you want to challenge him. “A bit of an extreme move don’t you think?”
“A good investor knows when to bow out.” He replied, looking pleased with himself.
Before you could respond, you felt a familiar presence behind you.
“Our ride is here.” Caleb announced, in lieu of a greeting.
“Oh, it’s time already?” You checked the time and it was already close to midnight. “Alright, give me five. I’ll let Jack know and I’ll find you outside.”
Caleb just nodded and walked towards the exit.
“It was really nice running into you again, Sylus.” You got off the stool slowly, making sure you don’t trip. But despite your best efforts, you still did but instead of breaking your face, you noticed that Sylus had caught your arm just in time to compensate for your lack of balance. Embarrassed, you mumbled a quick thanks as you held on the bar top to steady yourself.
“Why don’t I walk you out and then let your boss know that you had to leave?” Sylus offered, looking ready to catch you if you fell.
“Oh nooo. I can’t possibly treat our investor like he’s my personal errand boy. I got this. You don’t have to worry about me.” You reassured him with a pat on his shoulder. “Have a lovely night.”
“How about you text me once you’re home so that I don’t have to worry?” He offered again, seeming unrelenting.
“Oh? I mean, I guess. Sure.” You were a little confused but you still gave him your business card. “This is my work number but you can text me anytime. Although I might answer only when I’m working. You know, work-life balance and all. But if you text me tonight, I might respond because I don’t like worrying anyone.”
“Thank you.” He sounded so sincere when he said those words that you were stunned. It took you a few seconds to reorient yourself before you bid your farewell to him and then your boss and cautiously made your way outside.
“You sure took your time.” Caleb said from the passenger seat of the car.
“Well, thats what happens when you know more than just two people.” You got in the backseat of the car, not sparing him another glance. “Kenzieee, the love of my life!! I missed you so much.” You rambled at the driver, giving her the best hug you can with all the physical structural barriers.
You loved McKenzie, Caleb’s wife more than what Caleb was comfortable with. She was a sweet angel and you say that not just because she married him and puts up with his nonsense. Even though you met her through Caleb, you were closer to her than you were with him. Some might even say that you were the single friend that they adopted as a third wheel and they would be right.
“I missed you too, my love. Did you have fun at this stuffy party?” She chuckled, already knowing the answer that you liked these parties just as much you liked wet socks.
“Stop hitting on my wife.” Caleb scolded you with no bite in his tone. “I missed you so much, pips. She ditched me halfway to go talk to some hot guy. I was so bored and lonely.” He pouted, trying to gain his wife’s sympathy.
“Oh woe is you. How will you ever recover from having to sit through ten minutes of all the gorgeous women at work flirting with you?” You retorted with a roll of your eyes.
“Say what now?” McKenzie snapped to look at Caleb while he looked like a kicked puppy. These two were a couple of jealous freaks and every time their jealousy flared, it was always peak entertainment for you.
“I swear I was not flirting with any of them. They were trying to but I told them right off the bat that I am a happily married man. Besides, you are focusing on the wrong thing right now. She was talking to some hot dude that looked like he walked from a Vogue magazine.” He tried redirecting her ire toward you and it seemed like it worked. For now at least.
“This is not over.” She told him sternly before speaking to you, her voice softening. “And who is this ‘hot guy walking out of a Vogue magazine’?”
“Oh him. Sylus. He’s the investor and for whom this whole party was organised.” You made yourself comfortable before telling them about your encounter.
“Wait, he asked for your number and you gave him your work number?” Caleb interrupted you before you were done narrating.
“Yea, I was not going to give a stranger my personal number. I’m sure my detective will agree with me on this.” You annoyed at his interruption.
“She’s not your detective.” “I agree.”
Caleb and McKenzie spoke at the same time.
“I agree.” McKenzie repeated herself. “Although it seems like he was flirting with you.”
“What? Why would he? He looks so much younger than me. Besides, he’s rich rich. Pretty sure he has a girlfriend. Multiple even, maybe. Who knows.”
“So, if he didn’t have all those presumed girlfriends, you might be inclined to flirt back with him?” Caleb asked with a playful smirk.
“I barely know the man.”
“You don’t need to know him to flirt with him.” McKenzie piped in.
“Is this your guys’ way of saying three is a crowd?” You asked, sounding fake offended.
“Yes.” “Of course not, darling.”
The two of them spoke at the same time again.
“You guys are in sync but like in the opposite direction.” You announced with a giggle.
“That makes no sense.” Caleb retorted. “Also, you’re deflecting.”
“Listen, I don’t know if we will ever run into each other again. Maybe if that happens, I might. But I also might not. I don’t know.”
“You told him the same thing after your first meeting and look at where that landed you. All I’m saying is just keep that window open.” McKenzie said with a soft smile.
The conversation after that drifted into other topics and after what felt like an eternity, you were dropped off at the entrance of your apartment. You said your goodbyes and professed your love for McKenzie yet again (this time it was just to piss Caleb off) and walked towards the elevator. You couldn’t wait to get out of this dress and get into your comfy pyjamas.
As the elevator was going up to your floor, your work phone started buzzing incessantly. You were getting a call from an unknown number. You only answered it because it was your work phone. If it was your personal phone, you’d never answer calls or texts from unknown numbers.
Before you could say anything, you heard a deep voice from the other end, introducing himself as Sylus.
“Oh hey! Great timing. I’m just in the elevator of my apartment.” You informed him as the elevator stopped at your floor.
“I am relieved to hear that.” Sylus said, his voice again dripping with so much sincerity that you didn’t know how to respond.
Shaking your head lightly, you redirected the conversation to him. “Are you still at the party?”
“No, I left a few minutes after you did, actually. I just got home a few minutes ago and decided I’d check in with you.”
“Do you like live in a club?” You couldn’t help but ask because of all the noise that was coming from his end. You knew it was a personal question but then again, you were a naturally curious and nosy person.
“That would be calmer than what’s going on right now.” He replied with a chuckle. “It’s just my younger brothers who are fighting over something trivial with some battle music to hype themselves up.”
“They sound really lively.” You couldn’t help letting a chuckle at the visual of two boys fighting while Sylus just sits on the couch letting chaos unfold around him. “What are their names?”
“They’re twins - Luke and Kieran. Lively is one word for them.” His voice sounded really soft talking about his brothers and you were able to tell that he really adored them.
This man had the ability to make you speechless and pause. Because yet again in a conversation with him, you did not know how to respond to him and there was a lull in the conversation but the silence did not seem awkward.
“You must be tired. I’ll let you rest.” Sylus bid you goodnight, still with the same soft voice before hanging up.
As soon as you entered your apartment, you quickly showered and changed into comfy pyjamas just as you had fantasised not too long ago. With a cigarette in hand, you sat in the balcony, looking at the night sky with cool breeze caressing your face.
As you lit your cigarette, you stared at the lighter and couldn’t help but think about Sylus and what Caleb and McKenzie said. You were not being self-deprecating when you brushed them off when they mentioned his flirting and nor were you deliberately avoiding romantic relationships. You just did not give romance too much importance when you had so many things in your life you enjoyed. Besides, you did have a history of being oblivious about romantic interests that others expressed towards you.
You couldn’t tell if Sylus was being flirty or if he was just being a social person. Flirty was not how you perceived the conversation. You did not know how he perceived it and you were definitely not going to presume for him. I mean you did work really hard in therapy to stop doing just that and it was reassuring to see that it stuck.
As you were spiralling, you felt a familiar, comforting weight settle on your lap and you noticed that it was your cat - Artem. You slowly scratched his neck and back after snuffing your cigarette. He definitely knew how to stop your spirals and comfort you with just his presence and you loved him so much. You were easy for your Artie to figure out and it was just the same for you with him.
But Sylus… You had no idea about what to think of this man and that unsettled you a bit.
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5. “yeah? right there?” in a mocking voice with Rafayel.
Somewhere outside of Rafayel's room waves rolled against the rocks, the sound drifting in through the open window. He brushed a damp strand of hair away from his face, his skin warm from the heat. One hand remained tangled with yours against the sheets, and you could feel his steady pulse knocking hard against your palm.
He wasn't breathing through his nose anymore. Every intake of air was a short, dry rasp against the column of your neck. He didn't bite to leave a mark, he bit because his jaw was locked too tight to do anything else, his teeth catching the skin above your collarbone until you felt the sharp, stinging pressure of his incisors.
Nothing about the way he moved felt graceful now. The mattress creaked beneath his weight, the headboard knocking softly against the wall. He adjusted his position, one knee sliding between your legs to force them further apart.
Then his hips shifted.
The tip of his cock pushed against a rigid knot of nerves deep inside.
Your breath caught instantly. Your spine straightened, lower back lifting off the mattress, every muscle tensing around him in an involuntary clench.
Rafayel froze.
His rhythm broke. He didn't move for three full seconds, his chest rising and falling hard against your breasts. His eyes, usually half lidded and distant, dilated until the dark almost swallowed the color. He looked down at you, your mouth still hanging open from the shock of it.
The corners of his mouth twitched up, sharp and dry. The tension in his shoulders didn't leave, but that familiar, mocking lift returned to his brow.
He drew back slowly—just enough for the friction to tease the very edge of that spot—and then nudged it again with a hard thrust.
Your entire body reacted before you could think, trying to force him deeper.
"Yeah?" The rough amusement in his voice was unmistakable, the vibrations rattling through your jawbone. It wasn't soft, it was the smug tone he used when he caught you cheating at a card game. "Right there?"
"Don't—" You swallowed "Raf, move."
"Move where?" He stayed exactly where he was, shallowly grinding his hip bone against yours, the heat of him burning through the point of contact "Here?"
"You're doing it on purpose," your hand left his to dig into the slick skin of his shoulder, trying to pull him down.
"I'm not doing anything." He let out a breathy huff that was almost a laugh and pressed his forehead against yours, his nose brushing yours, his breath hot and smelling faintly of the wine from dinner. "Tell me what you want, cutie."
You didn't answer. You arched your back again, a clumsy shove of your pelvis against his.
The playfulness vanished from his jawline, his teeth clicking together. "Fine."
He braced both forearms on either side of your head, his chest crushing down onto yours again as he drove forward. He didn't pull back out this time, he kept the pressure heavy, his hips rotating in small circles that caught that exact ridge of flesh with every single turn.
The sound of your breath turning into whines filled the space between your faces. Rafayel watched your eyes roll back, your focus splitting as the coil in your stomach tightened to a knot. His mouth came down on yours hard, his tongue forcing its way past your teeth to catch your moans, swallowing them down while the tip of his cock kept hitting the same spot over and over again until you were struggling to keep hold of a coherent thought and your walls began to shiver and give way.
two crazy boys 𓇼 toji x fem!reader fluff fic ꫂ᭪݁ megumi surprises you for mothers day and might have accidentally exposed toji
you were folding laundry, megumi's specifically. he was growing out of his clothes quicker than a tornado. it seemed like he was gonna be taller than toji in no time and the thought scared you.
you wanted your baby to stay a baby.
he was already five, going on six in a few months. toji was teaching him a lot too, good and bad. sometimes he would accidentally curse in front of megumi, which earned him a glare and a happy little boy repeating his words.
you'd ban toji of kisses for the night and he would beg for a lighter punishment.
you folded the last pieces of megumi's clothes and smoothed it out. a light smile lifted on your lips as you thought of the perfect little boy.
you could hear some muffled whispering before the little boy ran inside with his hands before his back.
"mama?" he said softly. a smile appeared on his lips when you turned around and crouched to meet his eyes.
"happy mothers day!" he cheered, holding out a piece of paper and two tea packets.
you laughed, pulling him into a hug and giving him a big kiss on the cheek. after pulling away, you took the piece of paper from his hands. there was a colorful messy drawing on the paper. it was a drawing of your sweet little family.
toji had a straight face while you and megumi were smiling brightly. you laughed at the little detail before looking at the two tea bags in megumi's hands.
"what are these?" you asked while taking them from his hands.
"tea! daddy sold them to me."
you furrowed your brows. "sold them?"
megumi nodded happily. "yes! he sold them for two kisses on the cheek."
you cracked a smile, pulling megumi to your chest. "was it his idea or yours?"
megumi giggled. "daddy's!"
a deep cough interrupted the lovely moment. you looked up with a teasing smile and wiggled your brows.
"asking him for kisses now, are we?"
toji groaned. "well he doesn't have any money."
you laughed softly, holding an arm out for him. he walked over to you, sitting on the floor next to you and megumi. you wrapped your arm around his neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
you loved your two boys, even if one was too embarrassed to accept it.
synopsis : you moved in for cheap rent, not to get passed around. but with four insanely hot men under same roof, it didn’t take long before things got messy. now you’re cockwarming nanami at midnight, riding gojo in the shower, bent over for geto before dinner, and getting your throat fucked by toji. college? peace? who needs it when you’re getting dicked down for good?
content warning : explicit sexual content, polyamorous dynamics, possessiveness, dry humping, breast play, voyeurism, jealousy, mentions of spanking, rough play, and light degradation/humiliation kink. strong language and suggestive dialogues, 18+, mdni.
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Chapter 17
“Good morning, bunny~!”
Gojo’s voice rang through the room as the bedroom door flew open without warning, all the usual energy he seemed physically incapable of living without.
The morning sun had only just begun slipping through the curtain, painting soft streaks of gold across the room. Then his eyes landed on the scene in front of him.
There you were, still asleep, face pressed into your pillow, hair all messy, and cheeks warm from the sleep. But what had him stopping mid-sentence and blinking like a buffering screen was the sight infront of him. Toji, half under the covers and shirtless, mouth latched onto your boob like it was his morning espresso.
Gojo stopped in his tracks and blinked again. “…you’ve got to be kidding me.”
He couldn't care to hesitate, tiptoeing in and sliding under the covers on the other side of you like he'd won some imaginary right to your bed.
Toji didn’t stir. He was still out cold, arm slung heavy around your waist, grip tightening instinctively when Gojo’s knee brushed yours.
"Unreal," Gojo whispered, now spooning you from the back while Toji had the front. “man’s got a whole tit in his mouth like a pacifier…”
He slowly started to grind a little. Enough to feel the heat, to push his hard-on against your soft ass under the blanket. His hand crept forward, fingertips brushing your soft belly, rising toward the curve of your breast—the free one which is not currently being held hostage by Toji.
"Sooooo mean, bunny,” Gojo whispered into your ear, planting tiny kisses onto your neck. "he's wakin' up with a mouthful of tit while I have to watch from the sidelines like some thirsty fanboy? how’s that fair, huh?"
For someone supposedly trying to keep things low-key, Gojo sure spent a lot of time running his mouth.
That was when Toji moved. His brows furrowed and jaw clenched, followed by a flick of his tongue. Your nipple visibly stiffened in his mouth, and his eyes cracked open lazily until he realized he wasn’t alone with you. That someone else was there. Touching you.
Toji’s head lifted slightly off your chest, lips slick and smug. His voice came out low and raspy from sleep. “the fuck are you doin' here?”
Gojo grinned like a devil caught red-handed. “enjoying the view.”
Toji sat up slightly, rubbing his eyes with one hand and cupping your breast with the other, entirely shameless. “you really couldn’t give it one damn day, huh?”
“You’re literally suckling her like a baby cow and somehow I’m the problem?”
"She was cold."
“You’re inside a fuckin' blanket, bro! I saw you snuggling her.”
"Yeah, 'cause I can."
Gojo scoffed and leaned in further, his hand now boldly resting between your thighs. “and you think you’re the only one who can, daddy dearest?”
Toji's eyes narrowed. “move your hand.”
Gojo’s smile widened. “make me.”
Your sleepy sigh interrupted the stare-down. You squirmed slightly, still hazy and caught between their bodies. One warm heavy hand on your breast. Another slowly stroking your thigh. What did you wake up into?
Your fingers curled into the blanket. Toji noticed. Gojo definitely noticed.
“…She’s awake,” Gojo said, eyes lighting up like a christmas tree. “aren’t you, sweet thing?”
You barely managed a small nod, eyes fluttering open. Still caught in the haze of sleep and the scent of both of them—musk and whatever cologne Toji didn’t bother to wash off.
Gojo kissed the side of your neck, slow and soft, whispering, “poor thing. surrounded first thing in the morning.”
Toji leaned down to press a hot, slow kiss to your collarbone. “you gonna tell him to fuck off?”
You didn't answer. All that came out was a muffled groan as you buried your face deeper into the pillow, already exhausted by them and whatever ridiculous argument they'd decided to start before sunrise.
Unfortunately, silence had never stopped Gojo before. A grin tugged at his mouth immediately.
"See?" he said, sounding far too pleased with himself. "she's not gonna say no. she never does. she looovesss me."
Toji rolled his eyes so hard it was almost audible. One arm tightened around your waist for a second before he muttered, "you're such a mouthy little shit."
Gojo's grin only widened. "and you're jealous."
Toji’s hand dropped between your legs again, and you gasped.
“Oh look,” Gojo cooed, “gotta stake your claim again?”
Toji growled low in his throat. “touch her again like you own her and I’ll break your fingers.”
Apparently neither of them stopped. If anything, it got worse. Gojo nuzzled into your neck, rubbing himself against your back, while Toji kept groping and stroking, pretending Gojo wasn’t there at all.
“You’re really gonna let him keep touching you?” Gojo taunted.
“You’re really gonna keep acting like you’re part of this relationship?” Toji shot back, not even sparing a glance at him.
Your eyes moved from one to the other, and a slow groan built in your chest. Seriously? You'd barely been awake for a minute and they were already at it. It was too early for this shit.
The grin on Gojo’s face turned downright unbearable. “baby,” he murmured, turning his attention back to you. “who do you want kissing you first this morning?”
You tried to speak, but the words melted on your tongue when Toji sucked on your nipple again, this time harder.
"She just woke up. quit yappin' for a second,” Toji mumbled around your skin.
“Oh, she loves my voice,” Gojo laughed, now kissing down your shoulder. “don’t you, princess?”
You moaned breathy, and a little guilty. And that was all the answer either of them needed.
The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. Toji had one massive hand cupping your breast, squeezing it like he owned it, while Gojo’s fingers were still rubbing your thighs. Both of them were trading low growls, looking two seconds away from throwing hands over you.
“I’m the one who made her pass out last night,” Toji muttered smugly, his thumb lazily brushing over your nipple like he was proving a point. “you think your little humping is gonna top that?”
“Please,” Gojo snorted, grinding his hard cock against your ass like he couldn’t help himself. “you’re old news. she literally moans when I kiss her—”
Knock knock. The door swung open before either of them could react.
“Baby, did you see sator—” Geto paused mid-sentence. He blinked once, then twice.
You were in the middle of a Toji-Gojo sandwich, blanket barely covering the scene of morning sin. One man groping, the other one humping.
And you? shrieked softly and yanked the covers over your face like a kid playing hide-and-seek.
“Ohh?” Geto said slowly, lips curling into a smirk as he leaned against the doorframe. “what do we have here…”
Toji groaned under his breath. Not this bastard too. He was already trying to get rid of Gojo, and now the other half of the problem had shown up. Could somebody give this old man a fucking break?
Gojo, of course, looked far too happy for god knows what. “she was warm,” he offered like it was a valid excuse.
“I was here first,” Toji said, as if it somehow settled the argument.
"Congratulations!! want a trophy?" Gojo scoffed.
And before they could start going in circles again, Geto crossed the room in three unbothered steps. You peeked from under the blanket just as he reached the bed, and without a word, he leaned down and kissed you hard.
The kind of kiss that shut everyone up in the room and lit you on fire. Deep and with tongue, hand braced on your cheek like you were his for the day.
Toji’s jaw clenched audibly. Gojo let out a choked noise that sounded suspiciously like betrayal.
When Geto pulled back, you were gasping for air, lips shiny and blanket falling halfway down your body again.
"That,” he said smoothly, “is how you say good morning.”
“Are you kidding me?” Gojo started whining as usual. “that was my kiss—! we fought for that!”
Geto arched a brow. “and I just won.”
Toji sat up like he was about to throw a punch. But before it could escalate any further, Geto reached out and grabbed Gojo by the hair. “alright. I’m taking him.”
“Huh—wha—heyHEYHEY—” Gojo flailed, legs kicking wildly as Geto dragged him backward off the bed like an exorcism victim. “W-WAIT—WHAT IS THIS—YOU CAN’T JUST—!”
“Oh, I can. because someone,” Geto said, dragging the overgrown manchild toward the door, “left his crusty underwear in the floor. again.”
“I was gonna wash it!!”
“After three days?!”
“It's been three days?!”
Gojo grabbed onto the doorframe gripping hard as Geto yanked him through. “wait, princess—tell him I’m good! tell him I deserve to be near your tits too—!”
Geto gave him a harder yank, and Gojo’s head promptly smacked into the doorframe with a dull thunk.
“OUCHH! NO! don’t take me away from her—! I wanna be with herrrr!!”
The door slammed shut. Silence.
Toji buried his face in his hands. “I want to be mad,” he muttered, “but honestly, I’m just glad he’s gone.”
You peeked again. Toji was staring blankly at the wall.
“…You hungry?” he muttered.
“Starving.”
Toji shifted, about to get out of bed, grumbling something about coffee and maybe punching Gojo in the throat, but you reached out and caught his wrist. He paused, cocking a brow, clearly amused.
“Hmm? what is it, princess?”
You didn’t say anything. Just tugged gently, urging him back down toward you. He let you pull him without resistance, body lowering over yours, broad shoulders framing you, that faint smirk playing on his lips.
And then you kissed his cheek. Soft press of your lips to that scarred skin, warm and slow.
Toji blinked, eyes widening a little like you’d short circuited his brain. He actually flushed. Yes, flushed—the same man who’d had you drooling and crying on his cock not even few hours ago.
“What was that for, huh?” he asked, almost suspiciously gentle. He was trying to play it off like it didn’t melt him. But you could see it in the way his jaw tensed, in the sudden stillness of his hand where it hovered over your waist.
You buried your face in the blanket. “nothing.”
"Nothing?"
“Toji,” you whined softly, face burning, trying to pull the blanket higher, but he wasn’t having it.
“Uh-uh. don’t you hide now,” he murmured, sliding closer, snatching the edge of the blanket and tossing it down.
His lips met your cheek in return. Then your forehead, nose, jaw. Soft kisses everywhere, like he was trying to memorize every spot he’d ever see you blush. His hand stroked your side lazily under the covers, knuckles brushing just under your breast as he dragged his lips down to yours.
And when he kissed your mouth, it was gentle. Uncharacteristically sweet. Like he didn’t want to spook you.
You leaned into it, shy and slow, your hands curling into his forearms. He pulled back barely an inch, smirking against your mouth.
“Baby’s so clingy today,” he whispered. “what happened? hmm? ”
You stared up at him, lips parted, unsure how to answer. "what... do you mean...?"
He tilted his head, nosing at your cheek, voice smug. “you ain't usually like this around me,” he muttered, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “so what’s the deal? what changed?”
“...Nothing changed. I’m fine,” you insisted, but even you sounded unconvinced, eyes fixed stubbornly on the floor instead of him.
Toji chuckled, the low, deep rumble vibrating against your chest as he dipped lower, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. His hand was already traveling south, sliding across your thigh with a feather-light touch that had you shifting under him.
“Don’t tell me last night got to you that bad,” he murmured, catching the way you refused to look at him. A low chuckle slipped from him. “that what this is?” he teased. “got you all fucked out now?”
You smacked his shoulder, squeaking, but he only laughed harder, kissing your neck like he was going to start again.
“Keep looking at me like that, princess,” he murmured, “and I’m gonna end up skipping breakfast.”
Eventually, he let you go reluctantly, with one last smack to your ass as you slipped out of your room wearing the same shirt he’d pulled off last night. You barely made it down the hall before Satoru "can't breath without bunny" Gojo caught you, yanking you straight into his arms on the couch like you’d been gone for days.
Yeah, you're not getting out of those octopus arms anytime soon. Good luck to you.
***
Later that evening.
TV humming, your legs tangled with Gojo’s on the couch as he clung to you like a koala. Nanami sat at the table, typing on his laptop, probably writing a strongly worded email draft for some client that pissed him off. Geto was passed out in the recliner, one arm hanging off the side, mouth slightly open like a peaceful angel—if angels wore black boxers and nothing else.
Then the front door creaked open. Toji walked in, looking the same as always. Tired, unbothered, and hot in that ex-hitman-who-fucks-too-good way.
You sat up a little and gave Toji a small smile. He didn’t say a word. Just walked over to you, dug into the brown paper bag in his hand, and plopped something pink into your lap.
It was a shampoo bottle.The same cherry blossom scented one you mentioned last night. You blinked at it, surprised.
Gojo blinked at it too, slower. Then grabbed it as he squinted at the label like it was some cursed relic. “what is this?”
“A shampoo bottle?” you offered, incase if he was being dense on purpose.
“No shit, princess. I meant why is he bringing you this?” Gojo held it high like it might explode. “cherry blossom, pink bottle, imported. huh?”
Toji sighed, grabbed the bottle out of his hands with a scoff, and shoved it back at you. “because she likes it, dumbass.”
Nanami paused whatever he was doing, glanced up at the scene, then went back to his work with a tiny knowing smile tugging at his mouth. Classic Toji, trying to be nonchalant and failing spectacularly.
Gojo let out the most dramatic sigh known to man before collapsing across your lap like he'd just received devastating news.“yesterday it was a kitty plushie. today it's her favorite shampoo,” he complained. “what's next, huh? gonna skip straight to the ring?”
Toji looked about two seconds away from throwing him out a window. “done?” he grunted. “or you got more bullshit left in you?”
“Oh, right. I'm the one talking bullshit now?” Gojo scoffed, staring between the two of you. “at this rate, we're gonna wake up and find out you've eloped.”
Toji let out a long, tired sigh. “please,” he drawled. “keep talking. see what happens.”
Gojo pointed an accusatory finger. “you made a whole speech about me treating her like a girlfriend just ‘cause I took her out and bought her a dress and dinner!”
“I never said that—”
“You said, and I quote,” Gojo sat up straighter, deepening his voice into a growl, “‘quit actin’ like you're her fuckin’ man, she ain’t yours.’ remember that? I do. because it was RIGHT before you threw me onto the couch.”
Toji rolled his eyes at him. “you were being annoying.”
Gojo gasped, hand on his chest. “I was being romantic! but now look at you. bringing her pretty shit, buying plushies, playing the "nice guy" all of a sudden. what’s next, hmm? gonna braid her hair? paint her nails? rub her feet and tell her she’s your special little babygirl?”
You snatched a pillow and pressed it over your face, cheeks burning. If you couldn't see them, maybe you could pretend this conversation wasn't happening.
Toji’s jaw ticked. “shut the fuck up. I do whatever I want.”
“Ohhh. so it’s whatever you want now? you tryna be her boyfriend too? oh wait, you can’t—” Gojo leaned closer with a grin, eyes glittering. “you’re like, halfway to being her dad. Is this fatherly love, toji? gonna spank her for skipping curfew next?”
Toji’s brow twitched. “I already spank her. not my fault she cries when I do.”
You nearly choked on air. Did he seriously just say that? This stupid man—
“TOJIIIIII!” you immediately hurled the pillow at him.
Toji barely reacted, catching it just in time. “what? am I wrong?”
Gojo snorted, throwing his head back with a laugh. “Okay damn, you're never beating the allegations.”
Toji shot him a sideways glare. “better than being a needy manwhore who can’t stop humping his morning wood on her like a mutt in heat.”
“Wh—” Gojo looked genuinely offended. “a whore?” he stared at Toji for a second. “did you just call me a whore?”
Looking around the room for confirmation, he pointed at himself. “did everyone hear that? did he actually just call me a whore?”
Nanami, as usual, couldn't have cared less. He kept typing away on his laptop without even glancing up. Geto, unfortunately for Gojo, was still passed the fuck out on the recliner. Years of living with the loudest bastard alive had apparently trained him to sleep through anything.
“Thought I said it pretty clear,” Toji replied flatly.
“You—” Gojo pointed an accusing finger at Toji. “you can't just call people that!”
“Pretty sure I just did.”
“You SHOULD NOT!”
Toji leaned against the couch with crossed arms, staring him down. “you really mad I got her a fuckin' shampoo? don’t act like you wouldn’t hump the damn thing if it smelled like her.”
Gojo blinked and paused. Calculating the possibilities in his head. “…okay you got me there.”
You kicked them both with your foot. Toji looked down at you, smirked, then plucked the shampoo from your hands again and set it on the armrest beside you.
“Use it tonight, princess,” he said, voice dropping low, eyes dragging over you slowly. “wanna smell it while I got my face between your legs.”
“TOJI.” you and Nanami said it in unison.
Gojo let out a long groan before flopping back across your lap like the most oppressed man alive. “bunnyyy,” he whined, burying his face against your thighs. “he's bullying me again,” his voice dropped into a mumble. “help me, please.”
You looked down at him, utterly unimpressed. The stupid pout on his dumb pretty face made it ten times harder than it should've been to keep a straight face. You pressed your lips together, desperately holding back a laugh.
***
It kept happening.
Day after day, like clockwork.
Evenings would roll in, the apartment dipped in gold as the sun lowered and Toji would walk in, all quiet… and something in his hand.
Never big. Never dramatic. Just… something.
Ribboned hair clip. Cat-shaped bag charm. Tiny blue lighter even though you didn’t smoke. Your favorite chips—the exact flavor you once muttered you craved while half-asleep. Heart-shaped keychain with your initial. That weird Korean jelly candy Gojo tried stealing and got slapped for.
And every single time, he’d toss it to you like it was nothing.
"Here."
"It’s for you."
No eye contact neither any explanations. Just a quick drop-off and a faster retreat to his room, jaw tense like showing care physically pained him.
But the house noticed. Nanami would glance up from whatever he was doing and smile a little without saying a word. Geto would just hum in amusement from the kitchen.
Gojo… well, Gojo was just Gojo.
So when the day came that Toji walked in holding a tiny pastel bag with a lipstick inside, he practically sniffed it in the air.
“Oooh,” he sang as Toji dropped the bag in your lap like he was doing you a favor and not, y’know, secretly thinking about your lips the whole day. “what’s this, bunny? gift? from him?”
Toji grunted and headed towards the fridge. “saw it on the store. thought she might like it.”
You opened it, curious—only to blink at the bright, coral lipstick inside. It was... not it, not even close. It clashed with your skin tone, your undertone, your style, your vibe, your entire essence as a woman.
But it was sweet. Little dumb and very much Toji.
You bit your lip to hold back a laugh. Gojo, on the other hand, did not.
“Oh. oh, wow.” Gojo cackled, plucking the tube from your hands before holding it up like evidence in a murder trial.
“Toji, sweetheart, what the hell is this?” he squinted at the label. “you tryna turn her into a traffic cone?”
Toji immediately narrowed his eyes. “don't touch it.”
Gojo paid him absolutely no attention. “no, seriously. look at this color,” he held it up to the light. “flaming sunset #3?”
A laugh escaped you before you could stop it.
“See? she gets it!” Gojo pointed at you triumphantly. “bunny, please don't wear this, I'm begging you...”
“Give it back,” Toji said, sounding seconds away from violence.
“Toji, be honest,” Gojo continued, clutching it to his chest. “did you pick this with your eyes closed?”
Toji crossed the room with that look—that big, brooding, annoyed glare and snatched the lipstick back. “she said she liked lipsticks.”
“Yeah, that doesn’t mean any lipstick, old man,” Gojo said, flopping onto the couch beside you. “you just grabbed the first one you saw, didn’t you?”
“She’ll still look good in it.”
“Oh my god, you're so down bad. you wanna see her wear this while she moans and calls you daddy, huh?”
Toji didn’t even flinch. “yeah. what of it?”
At this point, you highly doub if Toji was intentionally trying to embarrass you, because what the fuck was that?
From the other side of the room, Nanami let out a long, suffering sigh. This was the poor man's 13th reason why.
Gojo, meanwhile, looked completely dumbfounded. “...are you like... alright in the head, mate?”
Toji looked at you, then back at him. “least I don’t act like a chihuahua when she puts on socks.”
Gojo looked personally attacked. “come on!! they were thigh-high and you weren’t even home. who the hell is snitching?” he looked around as if to find the culprit.
Toji ignored him, sitting down beside you now, setting the lipstick on the table like a trophy. “she’ll wear it once.. for me.”
“Oh, yeah?” Gojo sneered. “I’ll buy her a whole set. nudes, gloss, plumpers. I’ll line ‘em up like fuckin' pokémon cards.”
Toji's mouth twitched. “must be rough, havin' to work that hard.”
"Excuse me??!!"
As if the first jab wasn't enough, Toji twisted the knife. “the shit some losers gotta do just for a shot.”
Gojo narrowed his eyes at him, giving him a long look before immediately scooting closer to you. “tell him, baby,” he said, draping himself over your shoulder. “tell him who you love the most.”
A yawn echoed from the hallway.
“Jeez, are we still doing this?” Geto appeared a second later, stretching lazily as he walked in. His gaze landed on the lipstick in Gojo's hand. “and someone please hide the damn lipstick before satoru tries to use it.”
“Oh, I'm absolutely using it,” Gojo said without missing a beat. “maybe I’ll kiss her neck with it, make her pretty.”
You let out the most undignified wheeze of your life.
Toji just sat there, jaw twitching, staring at Gojo like he was debating whether murder would hold up in court. Eventually, Nanami had enough. He stood up, walked over, plucked the lipstick from Gojo's hand, and sighed.
“I'll return this and get her the right shade.” Then he looked between the two of them. “you're both idiots. go die.”
And honestly? Thank God.
to be continued in the next chapter
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twin could you write boyfriend megumi x ovulating horny reader smut like megumi manhandles her in bed and he’s strong <333 the whole fic is just heavy on eating her out and she squirms and he pins her hips down omfgg… and he has a tongue piercing bc yessss. overstim, mocking praise/degradation and crying plzzzz 😭🙏
megumi's lips close around your clit as he sucks, tongue piercing meeting your clit perfectly. you whine, back arching, slick pooling out of your hole. you weren't meaning to tell him that you were ovulating, but he has that damn period tracker app on his phone. megumi loves when you're ovulating, he says you taste even more sweeter than usual.
he brings a finger to your fluttering hole, slipping it in slowly. you whine, trying to push him away but he pulls you back, holding your thighs with his arms. you try to push his head away from your clit, the stimulation is too much, but he just grabs your wrists with one hand and holds it in place.
"look how much you're leaking for me. i knew you wanted this." he mumbles into your soaking cunt, licking up all your slick. "look at this pretty pussy, all wet for me. you taste so good, pretty."
he slides his tongue over your clit, moaning against it. the vibrations cause a shiver to move up your spine. his piercing rubs on your bud, causing even more pleasure than you expected. you try squirming away but he doesn't let you. "nuhuh, look at how she needs me."
he pulls his finger out and replaces it with his tongue. the warmth of his breath as he licks you from the inside has you seeing stars. the feeling of him bringing you pleasure feels like a dream come true.
"mm—gumi—ah!" you whine, trying to pull away but he holds you down. his tongue works fast in your hole, fucking you with a steady pace. his nose brushes your clit softly, making you whine. he loves the way you get needy for him. the way you clench his tongue. and especially the way you cum.
your back arches, a long breathy whine escapes your lips, and you try to push him away again. he just holds you down, attacking your sensitive clit again. "stop pushing me away, look at how much she wants me."
he looks at you through his lashes, smiling at the fucked out expression of yours. he attacks your clit again, sucking and moaning against it. you twitch, crying out in both pleasure and overstimulation. it feels good in a not so comfy way. you don't know if you like it or hate it.
"so pretty, baby." he whines into your cunt. his piercing meets your clit again and you twitch. he laughs against you, holding you down tighter as he eats you. you leak more slick as he eats you out. his spit mixes with your slick causing his whole chin to get dirty.
when your next orgasm finally comes, he's helping you ride through it. he finally pulls away, looking at you like you're a goddess. he acts like he didn't just manhandle you into another orgasm.
im so sorry if this is bad, im suffering from not getting enough sleep. but i loved this request, its so hot.
you’ve slowly been sinking into a state that Satoru Gojo knows you won’t be able to come back from. he won’t let it happen. not again. not with you.
—-
he sees it. satoru sees the way you’re slowly fading into a shell of what you used to be.
you haven’t fallen far, but he could see the signs of you suffocating in your thoughts.
you lose the appetite to eat. the will to converse, shrugging it off as, “oh, I’m just tired.” and forget what genuinely makes you smile.
staring into unanimated objects like maybe they’ll whisper to you what you need to hear.
and he gets scared. he gets scared of losing you to the very same thing that he lost suguru too.
so this time, he’ll set things right.
he won’t let you fall and spiral into a madness he can’t save you from, not this time.
no, this time he shows up. at your door maybe unannounced, a bag of food in his hand and a grin on his face while he forcefully let himself in.
you could argue with him about it, but he doesn’t prod, instead laying an excuse of, “what? is it so wrong to want to spend time with you?” And maybe, just maybe, you’ll take his words as the hint that he needs you to stay.
he doesn’t make fun of your living conditions. he understands why they’re messier than usual and instead silently cleans them up, placing trash in their designated area while throwing random clothes in a laundry bin.
you notice but don’t say anything. The familiar layout of your living room is like second home to him, settling into your couch while placing the food down.
“have you eaten?”
you solemnly shake your head. and he crosses his legs while patting the spot next to him, encouraging you to remember you always have a place with him.
“good thing i brought your favorite!”
satoru brings the food out with a smile and you sit next to him, disregarding the idea of eating and he notices. he notices how you’ve lost weight and stop trying to fix your appearance. the dislike on your face is apparent and he just hums.
“here,” he gives you a portion you never asked for, and it settles in your hand with the heat slowly sinking into your palm, “smell good?”
“..mhm.”
satoru smirks as he tugs his blindfold down, looking at you while you stir the food around without eating it.
he takes his utensil and swipes some of your food, shoving it into his mouth and you almost refute before he squints, jaw stopping as he stops chewing.
“they… they made it waaayy too salty.”
the reaction on his face is priceless and you feel a laugh bubble in your chest as you mutter, “are you sure?”
he nods while pointing at your plate, “try it. I’m not lying!”
you hesitate a little bit before grabbing a bite and chewing it, flavors balanced and just how you like it.
“this is perfect, what are you talking about?” you giggle while he sticks his tounge out, reaching for his own plate of food, three times the size of yours.
“that is salty. and that’s coming from a food connoisseur.” satoru states, pointing his chopsticks at you before inhaling a bite and mumbling, “your tastebuds must be going crazy.”
“I think you eat too many sweets.”
“I think you don’t eat enough sweets.”
theres a warm feeling in your chest and you take another bite. satoru talks with his mouth full about little things, silly and unimportant, but normal. small enough and yet he wants you to know them.
his voice drags on, and you finish your portion, not willing to answer satoru’s questions if you didn’t. and it’s easy because he gave you a considerate small amount.
satoru doesn’t complain about his missions this time, but comments on things he’s seen. travel sights, food that he liked, little trinkets he would think you’d like— he said it all.
everything that didn’t relate to jujutsu.
and for some parts, you smile. take a laugh. enjoy his presence. tease him. just like everything before, and you almost feel your heart get lighter.
the food is finished, and you’d almost wish satoru could stay longer, but of course the world just never spun like that.
never spun in your favor.
you brace yourself to be left alone again, but as soon as satoru stands up and dusts himself off, he stretches and chirps,” I’ll be back later after my mission.”
“what?”
“you heard me,” he tilts his phone in his hand, “I’m coming back. you didn’t think i’d leave this easy, did you?”
the smirk he wears makes you question what he’s planning before he’s out the door. willing to save the world and commit while you drown in the dark of your apartment.
and later, just as he promised, he shows up.
because he made a promise that you’ll never acknowledge.
a promise to be your light while you wandered the dark.
—-
a/n: another work marinating in my drafts…. at least it’s cute? sorry for inaccuracies, i was incredibly sad when i wrote this 🥹
Satoru Gojo keeps the entire universe at arm's length, which makes it terrifyingly obvious when he forgets how to let you go.
Satoru is an incredibly tactile creature. For someone who walks through life with an invisible barrier separating him from the rest of the world, he has always possessed a profound, almost contradictory, need for physical contact.
You learned this very early on in your friendship. Satoru uses touch like punctuation. He drapes his long arm over your shoulders to announce his arrival. He presses his chin into the crown of your head when he's bored. He throws his full weight against your side on the couch when he wants your undivided attention, acting like an overgrown, lethargic cat until you inevitably cave and put on the movie he wants to watch.
You've never minded. In fact, you've grown to love it. Satoru's hugs are warm and nice. They are just another part of the chaotic, exhausting, brilliant package of being his best friend.
Until recently.
You can't pinpoint the moment the change happens, only that the ground of your friendship has slowly started to tilt. It isn't anything dramatic like a sudden confession or grand romantic gesture. The seconds between you just stretch on longer than they are supposed to.
It happens tonight in your tiny kitchen. The glowing numbers on the microwave read 1:14 AM. Rain is drumming against the windowpane. Satoru had keyed himself into your apartment about an hour ago, fresh off a three-day mission. He hadn't said much, just kicked off his shoes, shucked his jacket onto the floor, and folded his massive frame onto a stool at your kitchen island.
He looks exhausted. The dark sweater he's wearing clings to his broad shoulders, and his blindfold are pushed up into his stark silver hair, showing those striking blue eyes.
"I made hot cocoa," you murmur, turning away from the stove with a steaming ceramic mug in your hands.
"You're a lifesaver," he sighs. His voice is low, stripped of the booming confidence he parades around his students and the higher-ups.
You set the mug down in front of him. As you go to pull your hands back, Satoru slides off the stool and steps into your space. He's so incredibly tall, easily towering over you, but he doesn't feel intimidating. He just looks very tired.
"Welcome back," you say softly.
"Mhm." Satoru leans forward. His eyes slide shut, and Infinity disappear.
He wraps his arms around you, drawing you against his chest, and buries his face into your hair.
This is the routine post-mission decompression hug. You know the drill. You wrap your arms around his torso, resting your hands against the expanse of his back. You gently pat him a few times. Usually, this lasts for about five seconds. He inhales deeply, lets out a dramatic sigh about how awful the higher-ups are, steps back, and drinks his cocoa.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
You wait for him to step back.
Six. Seven. Eight.
He doesn't move. In fact, his grip on you tightens. His large hands, usually resting lightly against your shoulder blades, slide down the curve of your back. He flattens his palms against your waist and pulls you closer.
There is zero space between you now. You are pressed completely flush against him. You can feel the heavy rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest, so strong it seems to echo in your own ribs. You can smell the petrichor of the Tokyo rain, the lingering scent of old violence, and the sweet body wash he uses.
Your hands, previously lying flat against his sweater, curl into the fabric.
Nine. Ten. Eleven.
The kitchen is perfectly silent, save for the rain sound. The atmosphere in the room grows heavy with unspoken things. It feels like stepping right up to the edge of a cliff and looking down.
He's just tired, your mind rationalizes frantically. He just needs comfort.
But the way his thumb begins to trace the dip of your spine suggests otherwise. The touch burns straight through your shirt. The casual looseness of his usual hugs has turned so intimate.
Satoru dips his head, his nose brushing against your cheek. The friction sends a shiver through you.
He has to feel it. He can undoubtedly hear the way your heart rate has doubled. He knows exactly how this proximity is affecting you. He knows exactly what he's doing.
Yet, he still doesn't pull away. He merely sinks further into the embrace, hoarding your warmth like a man starving.
"Satoru," you say carefully.
"Just a minute more," he whispers. His voice vibrates against your skin, dark and velvety. "Don't move. Please."
You don't. You couldn't even if you tried. You loosen your death grip on his sweater and slowly, tentatively, slide your arms upward. You lace your fingers softly into his snowy hair.
Satoru makes a quiet sound at the contact. His arms caged you firmly against his body.
You stand there, wrapped in the strongest sorcerer alive, the lines of your friendship blurring, warping, and unraveling in real-time. Neither of you says a word about it.
But as the minutes tick by, and Satoru finally, reluctantly pulls back, you know you can never go back to just being friends.
disclaimer ⋆.˚ my works are purely fiction with all events occurring between 21+ consenting adults
right so since i'm a greedy WHORE i've been thinking about yuta and toge sharing you. and!! AND!! with yuta's copying technique... oh boy
i just imagine the three of you sitting at a bar, having a laugh and a few drinks. you've been best friends for a long time, and honestly, you're all lowkey down bad for each other but just haven't admitted it yet.
you slowly start dropping little hints to each other throughout the evening. not too much, though. the next time you three hangout, a few more secrets are spilled. and so on.
one night, the three of you are in your apartment, cuddled on the couch together and watching some stupid comedy film you chose at random. at some point, the scene changes into a threesome situation, and though its comical given the movie's theme, it had the three of you thinking...
and suddenly remembering your drunk confessions of wanting each other.
you're all staring at one another, not saying anything, just flickering your gaze over each others bodies. you suddenly recognize how sculpted both yuta and toge are. they can't decide whether they want to stare at you lips, chest, or thighs.
you fumble with the remote to turn off the tv as toge's lips close in on yours, tongue sliding heatedly into your mouth. he lets out a hum of satisfaction right before you feel yuta pulling at your waistband.
now, you're moaning uncontrollably, yuta's tongue slurping at your cunt so filthily, and toge's sucking and biting on your nipples desperately as his hands run all along your torso.
you don't even remember when you got there, but now you're in the bedroom, breaking the bed, toge fucking you into oblivion whilst yuta fucks your mouth with his cock. he's whimpering, one hand grabbing the sheets, the other grips your hair.
your eyes are watering, body feeling so overwhelmingingly full and overstimulated that you're about to lose it.
"fuck, i-"
"don't come."
toge's voice is sharp and demanding. your body freezes, your orgasm leaving you in an instant- but it still feels like you're about to break.
he looks at yuta, watching how you take his cock so well, smirking as he then stares you dead in the eyes and directs his commanding whispers towards yuta, "fill her mouth."
yuta growls, spilling his seed down your throat, your eyes rolling as you take all of him proudly.
toge's still moving in and out of you with no intention of stopping, hands gripping your waist as he slams into your warm walls.
yuta shudders, slowly pulling himself out of you with a wicked grin, leaning down to kiss you hard and wet on the mouth before sitting back on his knees to watch you and toge.
his arms are crossed, face smug, parting his lips to speak. you gaze at him, eyes glassy as your body shifts along the bed from toge's ardent thrusts. you notice the cursed speech marks appearing on yuta's cheeks.
oh, fuck.
he licks his lips, watching you intensely, "come," he says, low and raspy.
your throat breaks, but before you can push over the edge, toge speaks again.
"stop."
you cry, body begging for release, eyes rolling, shaking violently as if you actually had come when you hadn't yet.
"so, that's what we're doing?" yuta chuckles, smirking at toge.
toge smiles darkly, nodding in agreement.
"p-please," you whine, unsure if you can take anymore. you were so fucking close.
the two of them look at you, eyes lowered and plotting. "no," they say in unison.
so, as you can imagine, they continued their game of cat and mouse, telling you to come, then telling you to stop repeatedly until they felt like you'd suffered enough.
when they finally let you have it, your scream nearly shattered the bedroom window, throat croaking and body squirming so aggressively you almost fell onto the floor.
"come."
"again."
"come."
"again."
you have no idea how many orgams you had, you lost track. all you knew is that you were utterly destroyed by the end of it.
roommate gojo who always promises “just the tip,” pressing the swollen head in with a shaky breath, only to rut forward five seconds later like he can’t help it, gasping, “sorry, baby, you’re too warm—I just had to.”
roommate gojo who video calls you while he’s at work, whispering, “just show me your tits real quick, baby, no one’s around,” and ten minutes later, you’re on the bed with your fingers spreading your cunt while he jerks off watching you through the screen, face flushed and voice shaking.
roommate gojo who rubs his cock against your ass every single time you bend over, be it in the kitchen, laundry room, or even just grabbing the remote—grinning like a menace as he mutters, “you do this on purpose, don’t you? bending over like you want me to use you.” and half the time, he does.
roommate gojo who climbs into bed when you’re half asleep, slotting himself behind you and humping your ass slowly until you’re mewling in your sleep, whispering filth into your ear like, “you don’t even need to be awake for this pussy to open up for me, huh?”
roommate gojo who can’t shut up when he’s inside you, fucking you slowly while groaning about how soft you feel, how sloppy and warm it is, saying things like, “hear that? that’s the sound of your pussy trying to milk me again, greedy thing.”
roommate gojo who wakes you up by slipping under the covers and licking your folds lazily while you’re still hazy, one hand playing with your tits and the other spreading you wide murmuring, “just wanna taste my sleepy girl…”
roommate gojo who fucks you from behind with a mirror in front, hand wrapped around your throat just enough to tilt your face up, making you watch the way you drip around him and slurping in your ear, “see how dirty you look? so fuckin’ cockhungry you’re creaming on me.”
roommate gojo who sneaks into the shower with you under the excuse of saving water. then presses you against the wall and slides in, still grinning while whispering, “shhh, you said I could just wash your back. guess I lied.”
roommate gojo who jerks off on your face while you’re on your knees, panting and begging, calling you his “pretty little cumplate” while groaning, “keep those lips parted, baby—fuck, you’re pretty like this. always so good for me, huh?”
roommate gojo who records short clips of your fucked-out face while you’re bouncing on his lap, whispering in your ear, “gonna show you later how you look when you're cockdrunk, yeah?”
roommate gojo who begs just to taste you, pulling your thighs over his shoulders like it’s his last meal, whining into your pussy about how unfair it is that you’re walking around “so fuckable” and not letting him eat you for breakfast.
roommate gojo who watches you through the mirror as he fucks you from behind, one hand tangled in your hair and the other bouncing your tits while saying, “look at my pretty fucktoy, so ruined... just like you should be.”
roommate gojo who jerks himself off between your tits and stays there, rutting messily until he finishes all over them with a groan, then laughs and uses your bra to clean the mess without shame.
roommate gojo who fingers you lazily on the couch while watching TV, telling you to “be good and quiet” because the other roommates are nearby and then goes deeper the second you make a sound.
roommate gojo who hides under the table when you're on a call, spreading your legs and mouthing at your pussy while you try not to react, smug as hell when your voice cracks mid-sentence.
roommate gojo who lives for your tits, licks them, bites them, talks to them, asks them if they missed him, cups them like they’re divine and calls you mean if you don’t let him fall asleep on them.
roommate gojo who coaxes you into wearing shorty shorts around the house just so he can jerk off while you bend over in front of him, telling you he needs help finishing and pouting when you ignore him.
roommate gojo who makes you sit on his lap with no panties under your skirt while he talks to the others, cock slowly nudging inside you with every shift of your hips while he smiles and chats like nothing’s wrong.
roommate gojo who whispers “don’t waste it” when he cums on your chest, then uses two fingers to scoop it up and rub it back into your nipples with a crooked grin.
roommate gojo who tells you to lie down and be still while he uses your body to cum, not letting you move or touch him, just use you like a doll until he finishes with a groan.
roommate gojo who catches you trying to masturbate in secret and gets way too into it, pinning your wrists and asking, “why would you touch yourself when you’ve got me right here?”
roommate gojo who creams your pussy and just stays inside afterward, cock still twitching, kissing your cheek and murmuring, “gotta keep it in there, baby.. full of me.”
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