my all-time favorite enhypen fics from my favorite ao3 authors <3
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[disclaimer: all of these fics are mxm AND contain 18+ content! mdni!]
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author - malamyszk
fav works: oh, is it love? (heejake), but no one’s supposed to, they just want to (heejake), what the water gave us (heejake), all i want for christmas (is you, tree farm guy) (heejake), a haunting (and now you’re mine) (heejake), july flame (can i call you mine) (heejake)
author - pinkfire
fav works: mixed up (heejake), have to pay (heejake), like the boys (heejake), like a prayer (heejake), this kind of love is getting expensive (heesun)
author - devianthee
fav works: at the alter of desire (heejayke), he my best friend, yeah we not a couple (jayke), 1-800-want u (jakehoon)
author - darlingriki
fav works: anything but mine (sunsun), you were never mine (but do you remember?) (sunsun)
author - ponyohoon
fav works: that’s how the light gets in (heejake), sink or swim (jakehoon), i’ll be like one of your girls (or your homies) (heejake)
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i hope all of these links are correct & work for you guys!! let me know if you want a post dedicated to my fav enha fics by anonymous authors since i didn’t include them in this one :) make sure you view the tags before reading the fic as some may contain triggering content!
there's something oddly charismatic about a man who's cocky about the monster he's packing in his pants. your boyfriend shouta is no exception - any man or woman could tell by the wolfish grin on his face when he passes by, that someone is extremely lucky at home. the envious stares from strangers and jealous altercations with any male who interacts with you are a product of his ego. and well, after the string of losers you've dated, being with shouta felt like emotional and physical whiplash in the best way.
he knows he's in a completely different league than your exes and beats them in all categories. but the one that really, really gets him going is how much bigger his cock is. you recall the predatory glint in his eyes the moment he kicked off his boxers. "it's okay to stare, sweetheart." it's all you can do - jaw dropped and pussy that much wetter just by the sight of his cock. "just know, it always gets the job done."
it's noticeable - when he's repeatedly shifting in his seat because his huge dick is in the way all the time. he prefers the gray sweatpants that have your mouth watering from the print forming near his inner thigh. "can barely contain it," he brags rightfully. "too big, eh? can't decide which hole of yours i wanna over stuff." he's not heartless - there's a good amount of prep involved to ensure pain is never a part of the equation. after all, feeding his ego is a kink both of you know consent is the key to enjoying.
with a cock as high maintenance like his, variety is the way to go. sliding nine whole inches between your tits all soaked with lube and precum while tweaking your cute and ultra sensitive nipples. smearing the head of his cock all over your face, lips and cheeks before lustfully tilting your chin up so you can open nice and wide. gripping your ass with one hand aggressively enough so your pussy lips easily spread open for his awaiting girth.
once (and only once) you jokingly referred to him as small and nearly ended up with a bruised cervix. "think i'm small, huh? this dick not good enough for your greedy pussy?" not only does he feverishly mock you with words, but quickens the pace of his thrusts, applying more of his body weight onto you. the experience taught you and your pussy a valuable lesson in how not to tease your overly endowed boyfriend.
Katsuki Bakugo with an inexperienced girlfriend
MDNI, suggestive
Katsuki with an inexperienced girlfriend. He think she’s the sweetest thing ever and he didn’t even think twice on respecting her boundaries and understanding her situation. In fact, he wants to wait a while, maybe until you guys get to your first of dating before he really tries something but sometimes you’re just so unknowingly needy.
You’ve been feeling weird since the afternoon. you don’t know how it started, you were simply watching Katsuki spar with Eijirou and this weird feeling down by your stomach started to develop. You tried to drink some medicine, use a hot compress, even tried distracting yourself with your own work but the feeling only got worse.
Eventually you couldn’t handle it anymore.
It was a little past dinner when you called him.
The phone rings twice before he picks up.
“Hey doll.” Katsuki greets. Hearing his voice has the feeling in your stomach intensify and you couldn’t help but pinch your eyebrows together.
“Suki? Need your help.” You mumbled, turning over in bed.
You hear some shuffling on the other side of the call before he replies, “What’s wrong?”
“… My tummy feels weird.”
“What kinda weird baby?”
You try to explain the weird feeling as best as you can. Like a heat in your tummy that just won’t go away. Katsuki hums over the line as he listens patiently. Taking in every word.
“Mmm… Can you check something f’me doll?”
You nod your head before you realize your boyfriend can’t see you, “Yeah, I can.”
“Check if your panties are wet.” Katsuki mumbled.
“I didn’t pee myself ‘Suki.” You grumbled, cheeks flushing red from the sheer embarrassment of not just the situation but at what Katsuki was implying.
“I know baby, but just check f’me me alright? Bring your hand down and press against your panties and tell me if it’s wet.”
You do as he says and to your surprise, your panties are indeed wet. Overwhelmingly so that when you bring your hand back up there’s a bit of moisture on your fingertips.
“S’wet.” You mumbled into the phone shyly.
Katsuki hums and you can imagine him nodding his head in the way he does whenever he’s deep in thought.
“Wan’ me to come over ‘n fix it for ya?” Katsuki asked, voice low, “I can make that weird feeling go away baby.”
a/n: some vampire!kiri thoughts ft vampire!katsuki bc im krbk slop
⋆˙⟡ he loves to feed on you while you’re sitting on his lap, the way you squirm and hump against him when his teeth sink into your soft skin leaves him wanting everything from you
⋆˙⟡ has you marked pretty thoroughly around your neck so others know that you’re his
⋆˙⟡ kisses you til your drunk on his lips when he’s done feeding on you and lays you back so delicately in bed while peppering your face with kisses and when you wake up he has plenty of snacks and drinks to feed you
⋆˙⟡ always asks permission to feed on you before he does
⋆˙⟡ thought he ascended the first time he fed on you while he was buried inside you, the way you clamped down around him and moaned so so pretty for him while he sucked your neck
⋆˙⟡ eats you out on your period and has it marked on the calendar and everything - loves how sensitive you are and how good you taste and he loves to help you out cus “cumming helps the cramps, babe.” he looks up at you with a red chin
⋆˙⟡ fucks you when he’s feeling possessive but def more the love making type beat where he wants to take eternity with you
⋆˙⟡ hears how fast your heart starts beating when katsuki is around and he watches you curiously
⋆˙⟡ he kisses your neck in front of him, tilting your chin so katsuki can see the full column of your throat, tracing his thumb over his bite mark
“do you want him to taste you?” kiri whispers.
“both.” you’re already trembling at the thought.
“both?” you can hear his grin. “what do you think katsuki? wanna taste?”
⋆˙⟡ they have you laid out on a mountain of pillows while they both attach to your neck, making you arch off the bed with each stroke of their tongue
⋆˙⟡ they’re hands wander all over you, meeting between your thighs and you’re too worked up to know whose hand is whose before you’re cumming after a minute
⋆˙⟡ you fall asleep and when you wake up only kiri is still there, cooing about how good of a job you did and how he loves you so much and how you’re so good for him and his friend, asking if you want katsuki to come more often
⋆˙⟡ from then on katsuki joining the both of you is normal, slowly making his way into your relationship and leaving a twin mark of his own on the other side of your neck
katsuki wasn’t a perv. appreciating something he likes ≠ being a pervert…at least in his eyes. the pretty lace panties you wore deserved more love, he decided one night. when he found you laying in bed in nothing but your underwear and a thin tank top, he practically jumped at the chance.
he trailed kisses up your thigh, taking his sweet time to appreciate every inch of you. he hummed against your skin, getting lost in pampering you. your breath stopped each time he got closer to where you needed him most. he had you flustered, and he knew it. he chuckled, his bright red eyes boring into yours.
“everything okay?”
you nodded and reached forward to cup his face. he smiled at you and turned his head to kiss your palm. you grinned and he went back to littering you with kisses. when he finally reached your panties, he nudged them with his nose and inhaled.
“katsuki!” you swatted him playfully, but he kept his head nested in between your thighs. he seemed unaffected by your reaction. he kissed your clothed cunt and groaned softly.
“so pretty, fuck,” he murmured, the vibration caused heat to pool into your stomach. you whined softly and spread your legs wider for him. he smirked, pleased with himself, before hooking his finger under the fabric. he yanked them to the side and dove in. katsuki ate pussy like a man starved. he lapped at your cunt with hunger, slurping your wetness like a madman. his tongue glided across your folds with haste, making a mess of you and himself. the taste of you alone made him hard … though, he ignored the tent in his pants. right now, he was focused on you.
you squirmed underneath him, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of it all, but katsuki didn’t stop. he forced your thighs apart and inches closer.
“don’t run from me pretty, you just taste so good.” he practically whined into your pussy. you gummy walls fluttered at his words and you moaned his name softly. he was enjoying himself—flattened his tongue, working a finger inside of your weeping cunt—all with his face covered in your slick. to put it mildly, this was katsuki’s heaven. he could simply die here with his head buried in between your thighs, and he was prepared to. he kept at it, your broken cries only egging him on further. your fingers flew to his blonde hair and tugged lightly. he had on hand resting on your thigh and the other pulling aside your soaked panties.
“suki, feels s’good,” you whined. your back arched as he reached your sweet spot. trembling under his touch, the pleasure practically blinded you. you were so close you could almost taste it…and katsuki wanted to too.
he briefly came up for air. “cum for me, wanna taste you, baby, please.” you nodded frantically, eyes locking with his as you came. his name escaped your lips as your orgasm washed over you. he rode out your high, forcing your thighs apart so he could get every last drop.
♯ best friend!megumi who loves the taste of your sweet cunt, especially when he knows he could treat you sooo much better than your pathetic excuse for a boyfriend. and who are you to resist an offer like that from your needy sweet best friend? twt link
the air in megumi’s dorm room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the only light coming from a dim desk lamp that cast long, flickering shadows across the walls. for nearly an hour, megumi had been buried between your thighs, his face pressed firmly against your soaking wet heat. he was obsessed, completely consumed by the taste of you, a flavor he craved far more than he ever let on when you were just "best friends”.
you, on the other hand, were a shaking, whiny mess beneath him. your hips ever so often arched high off the bed at the overstimulation, your breath coming in ragged, desperate hitches. one of your hands clutched the dark blue bedsheets beneath you, while the other disappeared into his dark hair, fingers tangled in the soft, spiky strands. beneath the firm press of his palm against your chest, your heartbeat pounded wildly, each frantic beat impossible for either of you to ignore.
"g— gumi— you’re so mean— i can't.. nnggh! g— give me a break!" you wailed, your voice cracking. you were already sensitive, your nerves fried from the relentless attention he’d paid to your cunt for the last forty five minutes.
did megumi hear your pathetic whining? yeah. did he listen, though? nope. he continued flicking his tongue rapidly against your nub, sucking the swollen flesh into his mouth with a wet, slurping sound. as he worked, he began to hum, a low, vibrating rumble deep in his throat that echoed directly into your cunt. the sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core, making your toes curl violently and your thighs tremble.
“megumi!—” you cried out.
he lifted his head just enough to eye your expression. he watched your face, the way your eyes were rolled back, your lips parted in a silent scream, and the sheer desperation written across your features. a small, smug smirk touched his lips before he fluttered his eyes shut once more, his lips pursing tightly against your cunt, creating a vacuum-like suction that pulled your clit deep into his mouth.
“you can handle it,” he muttered.
"nnngh!— oh god, gumi!" you sobbed, your voice high and needy.
he ignored your whimpers, continuing to swirl and lap at your juices. he loved how you sounded. the way you whined and begged, the way you fell apart under his touch. he knew exactly how to push you over the edge. he bet your boyfriend couldn’t break you like he could.
as the tension peaked, you let out a loud, strangled cry, your back arching off the mattress. you walls clamped down hard on his face as you erupted, a spray of fluid squirting directly onto his cheeks and chin. you shuddered, your body racking with the force of the orgasm, your fingers tightening in his hair.
as the waves slowly subsided, you gasped for air, your voice a whiny whisper. you gave his hair a firm tug, pulling his face away from your dripping cunt. "hey— gumi! g— give your mouth a break! cmooon," you whined, your chest heaving.
megumi pulled back slowly, a string of saliva connecting his lip to your pussy. he didn't look tired at all, despite it being 1:47 in the morning. okay. maybe he was tired. but for your pussy? nah. he looked at your swollen, glistening folds and then looked you in the eyes, pressing a gentle peck on your clit.
“what? don’t tell me you’re tired already.”
without wasting time, he gathered a thick glob of saliva in his mouth and spat directly onto your clit, the warm wetness sliding over your sensitive skin.
"i’m not done yet," he murmured.
you let out a soft, indignant whine, your legs falling open wider despite your words. "you’re evil. you've been down there for almost an hour.."
megumi scoffed. he leaned back in, his breath hot against your wet skin. "can’t blame a guy for wanting to eat some good pussy," he paused, his tongue darting out to lick away the spit he'd just landed on you, "does he even know how to make you sound like this? or do you have to pretend to enjoy it when he's inside you?"
you let out a pathetic, high-pitched whimper at the feeling of his warm tongue against your overstimulated cunt, your head tossing back against the pillow. "megumi.. stop.. don't say that!”
"why, baby? does it make you feel guilty?" he shifted upward, his tongue darting out to trace the seam of your swollen folds, tasting the cocktail of your arousal and the remnants of your orgasm. "or does it just make you realize how mid he is compared to me?"
he looked up at you again, his eyes scanning your flushed face, savoring the conflict and the lust warring in your expression. he loved the power he had over you in this moment. the fact that while you belonged to someone else, your body was reacting only to him.
"you’re a little slut for your best friend, aren't you?"
“gumiiii—“
“tell me you want me to fuck you dumb until you forget his stupid fucking name."
♯ can’t stop thinking about bestfriend!megumi recording you riding a dildo because the two of you want to earn some extra cash, and he insisted this would be the quickest way to save up for that brand new pc you'd both been eyeing. you trust him, and besides, who are you to refuse your horny best friend? (twt link at the end!)
the lighting in megumi’s bedroom was dim, save for the harsh glow of his phone screen and a couple of desk lamps that cast long, flickering shadows across the floor. you were stripped bare, save for a pair of black nylon thigh highs that hugged your legs, digging slightly into your skin. you felt exposed, the cool air of the room hitting your damp skin as you straddled the thick, silicone dildo propped up on the carpet.
you were on your knees, leaning forward with your palms pressed flat against the floor for support. your back arched, creating a tempting curve that highlighted the contrast of the thigh highs against your skin and your cunt began to stretch wide as you slowly lowered your weight onto it.
megumi, on the other hand, sat just a few feet away, leaning back on his elbows, holding his phone steady to capture every angle of your vulnerability. he looked completely unfazed, though his dark eyes were tracking every twitch of your muscles. his dark, spikey hair fell over his eyes, partially obscuring his gaze and leaving half of his face veiled in shadow. it gave him an air of detached mystery, though the way he held his phone, steady and focused, showed he was paying very close attention to every detail.
"you’re hesitating," megumi remarked, his voice cool and flat. he shifted his position, the phone camera zooming in on the point where the dildo disappeared into your soaking wet folds. "you know, if we're doing this for the money, you can't look like you're scared of it. you have to look like you’re enjoying it.”
"i’m not— i'm just.." you whimpered, your voice trailing off as you began to lift and drop your hips. the friction was intense, the girth of the toy hitting that soft spot with every downward thrust.
"just what? flustered?" he let out a small, petty huff of a laugh. "it’s just a piece of plastic, but you're reacting like it's the real thing. if you can't even handle this, how the fuck are you going to take my dick?"
your face flushed a deep crimson, the heat radiating from your cheeks down to your chest. you let out a flustered whine, shifting your hips to settle deeper onto the toy. "shut up, gumi! don't say stuff like that," you whimpered, though you didn't stop moving.
"why not? it's just a question," he muttered, adjusting the camera to get a closer shot of where the dildo disappeared into your soaking wet folds. "put some effort into it. move your hips more."
"besides, im tryna give you motivation. now, lean forward more. arch your back. i wanna to see more of your ass while you ride it."
you groaned, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. you began to bounce, the rhythmic slapslapslap of your thighs hitting the base of the toy filling the quiet room. you focused on the sensation, the way the dildo filled you completely, stretching you wide.
suddenly, you felt a large, warm hand wrap around your hip, pulling you firmly against him. you jumped, a small shriek escaping your lips as megumi reached out. he didn't stop recording with one hand, but with the other, he began to grope your ass, his fingers kneading your soft cheeks with a possessive grip.
"megumi!" you gasped, your rhythm faltering.
"stay focused," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. smack! he delivered a sharp, stinging slap to your right ass cheek, the sound echoing in the room.
the sting sent a jolt of electricity straight to your clit. you let out a loud, uncontrolled moan, your hips picking up speed. you started riding the dildo frantically, your tits bouncing with every downward thrust.
"thaaat’s it," megumi whispered, his eyes narrowing a little as he watched your pussy grip the toy. he slapped your other cheek, harder this time, leaving a faint red mark. "look at you. so desperate for a little bit of attention. you look like a total slut for the camera."
"i— i'm not— mmmh! shit!" you were losing it, the combination of the stretching fullness and megumi’s touch pushing you over the edge.
as the orgasm hit, your internal muscles clamped down hard on the silicone. your body shuddered violently, and you let out a loud, broken cry, your voice echoing through the room.
"megumi— oh god, megumi!"
you collapsed onto your elbows, panting heavily, your pussy glistening and open, leaking clear fluids onto the floor. you stayed there for a moment, panting, your chest heaving as the aftershocks of the climax rolled through you. slowly, with a wet, suctioning sound, you slid off the dildo, your pussy glistening and open.
megumi didn't put the phone away, though. instead, he crawled forward, bringing the camera inches away from your dripping cunt, capturing the way your folds twitched and leaked.
"fuuuuck.. that's so hot," he breathed, his voice raspy. he looked up from the screen, the shadows of his hair still dancing across his eyes, but the intensity of his gaze was unmistakable. he didn't move to help you up, instead, he shifted his weight, the heavy bulge in his sweatpants brushing against your hip, reminding you exactly how hard he was.
"you look like a complete mess," he murmured, though his voice lacked any real judgment. it sounded more like a compliment. "absolutely drenched."
“yeah, well, i wonder why.. this better earn us quite the money, fushiguro.”
megumi let out a low, humming sound in his throat. "well, i don't think i can just sell this video. i might have to keep a copy for myself. now.. i think it's time i get what i want."
“you’re so greedy,” you giggled.
how he had you later that night.
i need a bf that cosplays so bad. ANYWAYS!! more bestfriend!megumi because WE #wantdat
megumi wants to see you as you cum ୨୧ megumi fushiguro x fem!reader ୨୧ im gonna lick his tip
riding megumi means holding eye contact with him. it's hard when you're shy about even riding him in the first place. he doesn't care though, he needs your eyes on him.
he's sitting on the bed with you straddling his hips. his cock is buried deep inside you, kissing places you didn't even know he could reach. he makes you wrap your arms around his neck, faces so close you're basically breathing each other in.
he helps you grind on his cock, feeling him go even deeper.
"mm wait!" you whine at the feeling. he doesn't wait though. he keeps helping you roll your hips on his length. its good, feels really full, you can't hold back the long whiny moan that comes out of your throat.
you close your eyes, but then you feel a pinch on your thigh.
"eyes on me." he demands you, rolling deeper into you.
you whine, trying to keep your eyes open, but it's embarrassing. your cheeks flush as he continues bullying your poor pussy.
"bounce, pretty girl." he tells you in a whisper. his lips meet yours in a gentle kiss, far different to what's happening between your legs.
he helps you bounce on his cock, holding your hips tightly. it's enough to leave finger prints and yet it feels so good.
megumi sighs, panting and groaning at the feelings of you fucking yourself on his cock. his lips find yours again in another gentle kiss.
"mm so good, baby, just like that." he whimpers out as you bounce harder. your legs ache from the movements, already preparing for the pain that'll come when you're older. it's worth it though.
his breath mingles with yours, lips a whisper away from yours. "fuuuck, baby." he whines when you clench around him. you bounce sloppily, slow and fast and then stop all at once. he has to take over, rutting his tip into your walls.
"ngh, gumi!" you whine. his tip meets your spongey spot. he moans when he feels you clench around him tightly. it's almost too tight. he can't keep a steady rhythm when you clench him like that.
"tight, sweets, so ti-tight!" he whines, pressing so deep as he finishes inside you. he keeps his eyes on yours, watching as you whine, clenching harshly on his cock, milking him dry.
he watches you try not to close your eyes, failing and earning a pinch.
"i said eyes on me. now we have to do it again because you can't listen."
“mh—! fuck—!” you mewled drunkenly into the pillow, completely delirious, as megumi pounded into you with abandon, your back arched and your chest pressed into the mattress, hardened nipples grinding against the bedding, making you whine breathlessly. his heavy hand gripped your hair, pushing your head down into the pillows, drenching them in drool and spit. his other hand captured your hip in a bruising grip, tightening his hold every time your cunt squeezed tightly around him, eliciting a strangled grunt from his lips.
you were caught up in the heat of the moment, your legs trembling every time his leaky cockhead kissed your cervix, the only noises being your sobs and the soft smack of bodies slapping together.
a sharp, deafening buzz cut through the humid, friction-heavy air of the room, your phone vibrating loudly on the nightstand. the screen lit up, flashing the caller ID in the dimly lit room—your boyfriend.
“gumi—no—“ you whimpered brokenly into the pillow.
“shut up.” he breathed, his voice searing against your back. “you’re the one who wanted this. let him hear how good it feels.”
before you could even try to beg him to stop, his broad finger swiped across the screen, answering the call, pressing the hot glass directly against your ear. he pulled your hair roughly, pulling you up, broken moans loud and clear.
—“hey babe, what are you up to?”
your boyfriends voice sounded agonizingly clear through the phone speaker, a sharp contrast to the stifling sex-induced haze of the room.
megumi didn’t give you a second to think. his hips drove forward into your sensitive walls in a deep, devastating stroke, his turgid length burying himself all the way to the hilt, deliberately testing your resolve. a broken high-pitched gasp caught in the back of your throat as he continued pounding into you so viscously that you could barely think straight. your velvety walls immediately seized around him, bathing his cock in precum.
your voice quivered as you tried to answer, the thought immediately discarded as he impaled himself into you, his pelvis colliding with your ass in a satisfying smack. his thrusts were brutal and punishing.
he had told you multiple times to leave your boyfriend, you just never listen, do you?
your fault for being such a slut, this is how sluts get treated.
you ended up mumbling a soft “n-nothing much..”, your voice wrecked, trying desperately to bury your face back into the pillow, but he pulled you right back up, forcing your whines into the phone speaker.
—“are you okay? you sound… off..”
you wanted to give him an excuse, maybe apologize, maybe admit to it all, but when megumi grinded his tip against your sensitive cervix, all you could do is cry out, which led to your boyfriend eventually hanging up, thinking, “yeah, she’s probably exercising.”
yeah.
he won’t find out.
a/n : my first oneshot !! sorry if this is bad lol , it was rushed 😓😓
ᢉ𐭩 it was news to you when you figured out megumi could be a little possessive...
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓹ossessive/obsessive! megumi who didn't come off as the obsessive kind of guy when you first got together. he seemed pretty laid back and carefree; boy, were you wrong. but it comes from a place of caring for your safety, he says.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓹ossessive/obsessive! megumi who always has your location. he finds solace in knowing exactly where you are, that way he can determine if he can walk, run, or drive to you if something were to happen. even under the circumstances of it not being emergencies, he likes watching your little icon on his phone move around to pass the time.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓹ossessive/obsessive! megumi who loathes pda; but if you're talking to another guy, the story changes. he'll hold your hand or tug on the back of your shirt as a way of saying 'lets go.' say, if it was a random guy neither of you knew, he'd simply drag you away mid conversation.
" and i—! " you sentence got cut off when you felt yourself being tugged away by the back of your shirt. you sighed, " megumi, don't be rude. "
" let's go, we have stuff to do. "
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓹ossessive/obsessive! megumi who constantly assures you that it's not that he doesn't trust you — he doesn't trust other people and their intentions.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓹ossessive/obsessive! megumi who expects eye contact whenever you talk to him or vise versa. he doesn't like your attention on anything else. from the perspective of being in a group, it comes off a little intimate and feels like they're intruding on something private.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓹ossessive/obsessive! megumi who leaves one or two bites or hickies in visible places. he isn't one to come out and say 'she's mine' when people flirt with you, he finds it slightly weird to say aloud. so, he leaves hints all around, whether that be on your neck, arms, thighs, maybe all of them.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓹ossessive/obsessive! megumi who has a staring problem; really only towards you. outside of an intimate, loving manner — if something you're doing is bothering him, mainly pertaining to speaking with other people, he'll stare at the back or the side of your head. scary thing is that you can feel it — and it's very unsettling (that's the point).
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓹ossessive/obsessive! megumi who has a scary keen memory. if you tell him about someone, he'll keep them in mind for a while.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓹ossessive/obsessive! megumi who constantly tells you he's yours and you're his — in private, of course. he could never say that around his friends or in public, he'd get shy about it if it was every brought up outside of the scene.
" you know you don't need anyone else, right? " he said, looking down at you. " i don't know what i could need anyone else for besides you. you should feel the same. "
" relax... goodness me, i agree with you. " you sighed playfully, brushing it off.
" then tell me. "
" i don't need anyone else but you. " for once, you saw his lips twitch upwards for a little longer than normal.
thinking ab turning yuta out cause yummm ᝰ.ᐟ 18+ mdni
“are-“ yuta swallows, his legs moving to make room for your body. “are you sure about this?” his voice is hoarse when he asks, nervous gaze meeting your lust-filled one.
you sink to your knees between his strong thighs and his tongue darts out to dampen his chapped lips while dark eyes trail the hand that caresses down his tensed abdomen, all the way to his waistband.
your hand.
the corner of your lip turns up into a small smirk and you tilt your head, casting him a lidded glance. “why wouldn’t i be, yuta?” you coo, fingers breaking past the hem of the fabric that hides him. the way you roll his name past your lips making him whine.
his lips split to speak as he sinks further into the couch cushions and you take note of the way his chest stutters out an empty answer when you start to tug his boxers down as if access to his body is your birthright.
he lifts his hips anyway.
his length springs out from its restraint, buoyantly slapping against his stomach from the force of your movements, making him jump.
“i-i’ve never done this before…”
a smile overtakes your lips and you respond by splaying your soft hands over his toned quads, tenderly rubbing the muscle there to calm his nerves. just that little touch makes precum ooze down his shaft, his lashes fluttering. he’s surprised at how hard he is and you’re surprised at how big he is—with a pretty blush-toned tip and a long vein down the side to match.
but he can’t help being nervous. not when he’s silently pined after you for so long. too shy to court you or actually make a move, constantly hiding behind excuse after excuse. surely his studies would leave him far too busy to even think of messing around with a girl, let alone date one, so he tried his best to ignore that nagging feeling in his chest.
but you saw right through his attempt at hiding his little crush on you, if the long glances searing through the side of your skull everyday during lecture were anything to go by. or across the dining hall while you talked with your friends, where you’d caught him a few times, eyes flitting to see his already on you. a grin and a fluttering wave of your fingers was all it took to have him blushing like a schoolboy, his head dropping down in an instant. little did you know, he’s jerked off to the photos on your instagram an embarrassing amount of times so it’s no wonder he could barely keep eye contact.
you found his timidity adorable, loved it, even. he was always so nice, so helpful. giving you his notes to copy off of when you missed a lecture without you even asking, offering to carry your books for you whenever they looked heavy. nearly tripping over his own feet to rush in front of you and open the door to the classroom so you didn’t have to lift a finger. it’s something about sweet, shy boys who are just aching to be ruined that does it for you.
you’d told him you needed some extra help for the upcoming exam, asked if he wanted to come over to your place to have a study session. he was more than happy to oblige in your seemingly innocent request and barely let you finish asking before he blurted ‘yes’. and now, here you have him on the couch of your apartment, his colored coded notebook tossed to the ground and his cock out. he’s certain he had a wet dream about this exact scenario a couple days ago.
“calm down, pretty boy. just relax, okay?” you smile up at him through dense lashes, having to stop yourself from giggling at how quickly he flinches when your fingers curl around his attention-hungry erection. he’s a bundle of nerves and all you can think about is how much fun you’re going to have unwinding him.
“then stop looking at me like tha-that,” he stutters through gritted teeth. one hand used to prop himself up, he brings the backside of the other up to his mouth in a fist. he has to resist the intense urge to bite it in an effort to quiet the obscene noise he almost makes when your tongue flicks out to lick the salty-sweet essence off his tip.
he’s red in the face, blushing that of something fierce as you keep eye contact with him through fluid movements. yuta thinks he’s on the verge of a heart attack with how hard it’s slamming against his ribs.
“we can stop anytime you’d like, y’know.” you remind him sweetly.
gentle strokes to his cock threaten to crumble his composure, your wrist curling in a half-circular motion that drives him wild. you use your thumb to brush the underside of his most sensitive area below his tip and a broken moan fights its way past pursed lips, rumbling his chest as he tries his hardest not to curl inward and away from the touch he craves so.
hell, he couldn’t even if he wanted to. Your other hand has an iron-clad grip on his hip because you already know how fidgety he gets, and honestly, you’re making him feel way too damn good for him to tell you to stop.
his brain is absolute mush at this point, but he still manages to get it out, maybe a little too eagerly.
“n-no! i… i want to.”
you’re teasing him on purpose and he can tell. he’s only done this with you once before, and yet you already know how to touch him, how fast to stroke him, how hard. he’s dumbfounded and honestly a bit embarrassed at how reactive he is to your minuscule touches. you’ve barely gotten started. why the hell doesn’t it feel like this when he does it himself?
he watches you with slightly widened eyes, and you can’t really tell if the look in them is one of astonishment at how quickly you can have him writhing, or fear due to how easily you can do so. Probably a mix of both.
after a few more kitten licks to the throbbing appendage , you can’t bear to hear his whining and whimpering any longer without feeling sorry for him. your wet, sappy lips spread around the angry head of his cock and draw him in, cheeks hollowing out so the inside of your mouth drags against his veins tortuously.
“h-hahhh,” the warmth of your mouth has his eyes nearly rolling back. he had no idea this would feel even better than the first time. his balls tense (along with the rest of his body) the second you seal your mouth around him and you can tell he stopped himself from cumming right then and there.
his mind is sent into a haze instantly and slowly you lower your head, taking as much of him in your mouth as you possibly can. having him a little over halfway into your mouth, you can already feel your eyes watering so your hand takes the rest of what you can’t and it moves in sync with the bobbing of your head.
yuta sighs, head dipping back when you take his length into your throat, eyes pinching shut while his hands crumple into tight fists at his sides— a method to keep himself in control, a futile one, at that.
his breathing is shallow but it only makes you pull your cheeks in harder, increasing the suction of your sucking as well as the speed. You’re determined to make a mess out of him.
he’s holding back and you can tell, trying to quiet and shrink himself. he’s always been so shy and reserved, so it’s no shock that even now, while the two of you are completely alone, he’s still won’t let himself relax fully.
you pull off him with an audible pop, and his head instantly snaps back up at the sudden loss of contact. spit pools in your mouth before it’s dribbling down your puckered lips and spilling onto his swollen tip, and you smile up at him when he mewls for you to please keep going, melting further into his seat as you stroke him.
your gaze is sweltering. your eyes have such a hold on him that he can’t help but stare right back at you, chest heaving, face flustered and all.
“you’re a good boy, right, yuta?” the question comes with an almost mocking tilt of your head, but you continue to tug at his cock nonetheless. blinking up at him as if you’re unaware of how difficult it is for him to form words while he’s trying to focus on not covering your face in a sheet of white.
he gulps, nodding his head fervently, an impatient shift of his hips, up and into your hands following afterwards. “y-yes, yes, hmmnn—i’m whatever you want me to be. i’m a good boy.” he forces out in one fast breath, his leg jerking slightly at the feeling of your fingers brushing lower near his base. “just—hngh—please… keep going.”
you hum, the sound of it indicating that you don’t believe him. you dip your head down, leisurely dragging the flat of your tongue against his balls in a derisively slow manner and he almost cries at that, an open-mouthed kiss set upon one before you’re stating your demand. “then let me hear you.”
“s-shit,” he chokes out almost instantly at the new feeling, basically bucking his hips up into your hand at this point. you purr in approval and engulf his shaft back into your mouth, reveling in the throaty moans that waft past his trembling lips. they’re laced with need and music to your ears.
if your mouth wasn’t full of him, you would’ve gasped when he suddenly grabbed onto a handful of your hair with a firm hold. actively surrendering to the fight against his own pleasure, he lets out a wanton moan and a string of curses as he thrusts his cock into your mouth. yuta barely swears but it seems like it’s all he can do today. his movements are urgent, no set pace as he chases the orgasm he can feel brewing in the pit of his stomach.
“m’sorry,” he pants out in response to the sound of you gagging due to how deep he’s forcing his cock, though the increased force of his movements heavily contradict the genuine remorse in his voice. he’s so greedy with you, he knows. but plunging his length into the back of your throat feels too good for him to try and reason with himself.
you halt your movements and let him do the work seeing as he’s enjoying himself so much. you’re so proud of him. the sting of your scalp should probably concern you, but it only makes your thighs rub together and your core tingle with a newfound need that would later be quelled with his avid assistance.
“f-fuck, your throat feels so good,” he groans out, both of his hands cradling your head now as he uses your mouth to his satisfaction. one of your hands drop down to rub quick circles over your clothed pussy, anything to soothe the ache of your desperate walls fluttering.
the noises flowing so freely from the man above only rile you up more, and you’re restless to make him cum so he can hurry up and clean up the mess growing between your thighs. you can’t help but moan around him, and the muffled vibration against his length is all that’s needed to send him over the edge.
there isn’t enough time to warn you before your mouth floods with a wave of white, and his chest heaves from his weighted breaths as he empties his hot seed directly down your throat. you swallow as fast as you can, struggling to keep up with the hot spurts that shoot out and coat your tongue. he’s never came this much before, that he’s sure of.
your squeal of surprise is stifled when his hands push your head down as far as it can go, the tip of your nose ghosting the soft patch of hair at his pelvis while his hips sputter out short, sporadic thrusts to ensure you take every drop of him. blinded by his own surge of ecstasy, he quickly comes to when a choked cough forces its way from your chest, causing his own cum to leak out past your lips and onto his balls.
he huffs, hands immediately releasing their hold as he lets you come up for air and apologizes more times than you can count with that oh so sweet look he gets in his eyes. you gasp and reel back, lips swollen and coated with a mix of your saliva and his seed.
he watches with a dazed look as you clean them off with a quick swipe of your tongue, and when you swoop down and languidly lick what you couldn’t swallow off his hot skin he groans.
“oh my god…” hand over his mouth, he drops his head back and gulps like he’s scared of how you managed to pull such a reaction out of him. and with the look you’re giving him, maybe he should be.
batting your lashes, you kiss at his cock as it twitches against your flushed cheek and his head pops back up when you tease him with a hum,
18+ MDNI, jealous softboy yuta, friends with benefits, possessive gentle dom, soft yuta turning mean when jealous.
a/n: guys i must say he looked so hot kissing that cockroach and getting choked, that is.
𝓨𝓾𝓽𝓪 had been your closest friend since day one at jujutsu high, but since becoming seniors, things had definitely… escalated. you’d been friends with benefits for a few months now, ever since that night after a rough mission when things just happened. he was still the same soft, kind-hearted guy most days—the one who brought you snacks after training and blushed whenever you teased him. but behind closed doors he was all yours, and oh, how you loved pushing his buttons just to see how long that gentle smile would last.
tonight was no different.
you were lounging in the common room with inumaki toge, laughing way too hard at something he signed. the two of you had been training together a lot lately, and the chemistry was obvious. toge kept tapping your arm, making those little rice ball sounds that always made you giggle, while you leaned in close to read the notes on his phone, shoulders brushing.
yuta sat across the room, pretending to scroll through his phone, but his dark eyes kept flicking over. every time you laughed at toge, his jaw tightened just a little.
when you finally wandered over and dropped down beside him, you couldn’t resist.
“are you jealous, pretty boy?” you teased, voice low enough that only he could hear. you poked his cheek playfully. “toge and i were just talking about cursed techniques. you don’t have to look so pouty.”
yuta smiled softly, the kind of gentle smile that usually melted you, but there was a sharper flicker in his eyes. “i’m not jealous,” he said quietly, though his hand found your thigh under the table and squeezed. “just… noticing how close you two are getting.”
you grinned and leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “aww, my sweet yuta getting all possessive? that’s cute. maybe i should spend more time with toge if it makes you this worked up.”
that did it.
yuta didn’t say anything right away. he simply stood up, took your hand, and pulled you toward his dorm room without another word. the second the door clicked shut behind you, the softboy mask cracked.
he pushed you against the wall, one hand braced beside your head as he leaned in. his usual shy demeanor was gone, replaced by something darker and more intense.
“you like teasing me, don’t you?” he murmured, voice low and rough. “talking about spending more time with other men while i sit there and watch.”
you smirked, refusing to back down. “maybe. it’s fun watching you try to stay all sweet and polite when you’re clearly dying inside.”
yuta’s eyes darkened. in one smooth motion he picked you up, carried you to the bed, and dropped you onto the mattress. he climbed over you, caging you in with his bigger body.
“keep pushing,” he said softly, almost sweetly, as he stripped your clothes off with surprising roughness. “see what happens.”
he didn’t waste time. his mouth found yours in a deep, hungry kiss, tongue sliding against yours like he was trying to erase every laugh you’d shared with toge. his hands roamed down, slipping under your shirt to cup your breasts. a low groan rumbled in his chest the moment he felt their weight.
“fuck… these are so perfect,” he breathed against your lips, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh. “i love the way they feel in my hands.”
he tugged your shirt up and latched onto one nipple, sucking hard and wet while his hand kneaded the other breast. his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, teeth grazing lightly before he sucked again, moaning softly like he couldn’t get enough. you gasped, back arching as heat pooled between your legs.
“yuta— ahh— you really like them that much?” you teased breathlessly, even as your fingers tangled in his dark hair.
he switched to the other nipple, sucking greedily, leaving your skin shiny and marked. “you already know the answer,” he mumbled against your tit, voice muffled. “they’re so soft… so full.”
only after he had thoroughly worshipped your breasts did he move lower. he spread your thighs wide and buried his face between your legs, licking a long, slow stripe up your soaked pussy. you cried out, hips jerking.
“ahh— yuta—”
he didn’t tease tonight. he devoured you, tongue fucking into your hole before sucking hard on your swollen clit, groaning into your pussy like he was starving. his large, calloused hands held your thighs open when you tried to squirm away from the intensity.
“fuck, yu— it’s too much already,” you moaned, fingers tightening in his hair.
he pulled back just enough to look up at you, chin shiny with your slick, eyes dark with lust and jealousy. “you were laughing with toge like that. now you’re moaning for me. funny how that works.”
he dove back in, sucking and licking until you came hard on his tongue, thighs trembling around his head. but he didn’t stop. he kept going, overstimulating you until you were whimpering and weakly trying to push his head away.
when he finally pulled back, he sat up on his knees, breathing hard. without a word he shoved his pants and boxers down in one rough motion, freeing his cock. it sprang out thick and heavy, flushed dark at the tip, already leaking precum down the veiny shaft. he gave himself one slow stroke, eyes locked on your dripping pussy.
“on your back,” he ordered quietly.
you obeyed, legs still shaking. yuta pushed your thighs up, folding you in half as he lined up and sank into you in one deep, smooth thrust. the stretch made you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders.
“shit— yuta, you’re so big— slow down—”
he didn’t. he started fucking you hard, hips snapping forward with wet, filthy slaps. every thrust bullied that perfect gummy spot inside you.
“mngh— yuta!” you gasped.
he squeezed your thighs together tighter, putting extra pressure on his thick cock as he pounded into you. the angle made him feel impossibly deeper, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with every rough stroke.
“that’s it,” he cooed, voice deceptively soft while he railed you mercilessly. “moan louder. let the whole dorm know who’s fucking this pretty pussy.”
you tried to talk back, “y-you’re being mean— ahh fuck—” but he only smiled that innocent-looking smile, eyes sparkling with something devilish.
“mean? i’m just giving you what you wanted.” he reached down and pinched your swollen clit between his fingers, rubbing it fast and hard while his cock kept hammering into you. “here i am making this pussy cum so many times and yet you’re still flirting with another man.”
the combination was too much. your back arched violently as another orgasm ripped through you, pussy gushing around his thick cock, legs shaking uncontrollably.
“yuta— fuck— i can’t— too much—”
“shh,” he hushed, still thrusting through your climax, cursed energy making his pace even more overwhelming. “you can take it. you always teased me, so now you better take every inch like a good girl.”
he finally slowed just enough to flip you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so he could fuck you from behind. one hand gripped your hair gently but firmly, the other reached around to rub your clit again in tight, relentless circles.
you were a complete mess, drooling into the sheets, babbling his name. yuta leaned over you, lips brushing your ear, voice soft but possessive.
“you’re mine,” he whispered. “not toge’s. not anyone else’s. understand?”
you nodded frantically, too fucked out to argue. “y-yours— ahh— only yours—”
he rewarded you by slamming in deep and cumming hard, flooding your pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. even then he kept moving, slow and deep, pushing it further inside you until you were both trembling.
when he finally pulled out, he turned you over gently and kissed your forehead, the soft yuta returning as he pulled you into his arms.
“still going to tease me tomorrow?” he asked quietly, a small, tired smile on his lips.
you could barely speak, body limp and satisfied, his cum leaking down your thighs. “maybe… if it gets you to fuck me like that again.”
yuta chuckled softly and nuzzled into your neck. “then i guess i’ll have to get jealous more often.”
he held you close as his fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin. once again, he was the ever-so-gentle boy, even after he had just ruined you so thoroughly. but you knew better—push him too far, and that sweet yuta could be deliciously mean.
“Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?” + gen narumi - if you only do jujutsu characters then yuta??? Thank you 🫶🏻
︵ ೀ mdni. yuta eating you out
the end credits are already rolling on the tv, but it’s not like either of you care anymore. not when yuta is pressed close against you on the couch, kissing you senseless while his touch makes your skin tingle.
his fingers trace down slowly, barely there, light enough to make you shiver as they follow the curve of your side.
“is it good when i touch you here?”
yuta's fingers brush over your breasts through your thin shirt. he circles your nipples so softly you arch into his hand.
“or maybe here?”
his palm slides lower, over your stomach, then slips under the waistband of your shorts. his fingers dip inside your panties and brush your pussy. you’re already wet. he spreads your folds with two fingers and rubs your clit in slow, lazy circles.
“yuta…” you breathe and spread your legs wider on the couch.
he presses a little harder on your clit and then pushes one finger inside your tight cunt, then adds another, curling them deep.
yuta watches your face the whole time, eyes dark. “you’re so wet already.” he pumps his fingers in and out and rubs your clit with his thumb at the same time.
you grip his shoulders and rock against his hand. he leans in and kisses your neck, then sucks hard enough to leave a mark. his fingers move faster, fucking you deeper. “is it good when i fuck you like this?” he whispers against your skin. “tell me.”
you nod and yuta smiles. he kisses you once, deep and hungry, before starting to move lower. his mouth trails down your body, leaving soft kisses over your chest and stomach until he reaches your inner thighs. there, he slows, pressing gentle kisses to the soft skin, each one softer and more deliberate than the last as he moves lower.
he kisses your clit gently first, lips soft against you. then he licks you, tongue flat and warm, dragging up your slit. you shudder. yuta kisses your clit again, sucks it lightly between his lips, and pushes his tongue inside you.
yuta kisses your pussy like he kisses your mouth—slow, hungry, and wet. his hands hold your thighs open as he buries his face deeper and kisses your folds, licks inside you, then sucks your clit while his tongue pushes in and out.
“so fucking sweet,” he groans against you. he slides two fingers back inside you and curls them while he kisses and licks your clit nonstop.
your thighs start to shake around his head. yuta doesn’t stop. he keeps kissing your clit, sucking it, licking it, tongue sliding inside you between kisses until your back arches hard off the couch.
when he finally pulls back, lips shiny, he looks up at you with hazy eyes. “you like it?” he asks, all shy now. he looks almost embarrassed, cheeks warm as he watches your face. and all you can do is nod.
𝓲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ♰ yuuta, your sweet boyfriend, discovers that making you fall apart beneath his tongue is far more addicting than he ever imagined.
✿ ◞◟) okkotsu yuuta 𝓍 female!reader
𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, established relationship, oral sex (f! receiving), pussy drunk!yuuta, double orgasms, inexperienced!yuuta, fingering, overstimulation, affectionate sex (?), my boy yuuta is absolutely hungry.
the first thing you register is the warmth of yuuta’s breath, a shaky, hesitant puff of air that ghosts over the slick heat between your thighs. it makes you jolt, a tiny, involuntary gasp escaping your lips before you can stop it, and your hand flies down, fingers tangling in the soft, dark strands of his hair.
yuuta’s head lifts just a fraction, just enough for you to catch the wide, almost panicked look in his beautiful dark eyes from where he’s positioned, his cheek resting against the damp skin of your inner thigh.
"is this okay?" he whispers, his voice a low, rough scrape against the quiet of the room.
yuuta’s lips brush your skin with the words, and you shiver, a tremor that runs from your scalp all the way down to your curling toes. he looks so earnest, so utterly devoted and yet completely terrified, like he’s standing on the precipice of something monumental and has no idea how to proceed.
you can only nod, your breath catching in your throat.
words feel too far away, too clumsy for the weight of this very moment. your fingers tighten in his hair, not to pull or push, just to hold onto something solid as the anticipation coils low and hot in your belly.
yuuta takes a slow, shaky breath, as if he’s trying to steady his own nerves, and then he dips his head again. the first touch is barely a touch at all — it was just the barest press of yuuta’s closed lips against your soaked folds, a shy, questioning kiss. it’s clumsy, his nose nudging your clit in a way that’s more awkward than pleasurable, and he pulls back instantly, a pretty flush creeping up his neck.
"sorry," yuuta mumbles, his forehead dropping to rest against your hip for a second. you can feel the heat radiating from his skin, the slight tremble in his shoulders. "i— i’ve never . . . i want to make you feel good. i just don’t want to mess it up."
your heart aches with the tenderness of it, the sweet, bumbling sincerity of him.
"you’re not messing it up, yuuta," you manage to say, your voice a little thicker than you intended. "just . . . just take your time. i’ll tell you if i like it, okay?"
yuuta nods against your skin, a tiny, determined movement, and lifts his head again. there’s a new light in his eye, a focused intensity that makes your stomach flip.
this time, when the boy leans in, he parts his lips, his tongue darting out tentatively to trace a wet, uncertain line along your slit. it’s a fleeting sensation, more exploratory than anything, and he makes a small, surprised noise in the back of his throat — a noise that sounds almost like wonder.
yuuta does it again, a little bolder now, his balmy tongue flattening against you to taste more of you. his hands, which have been resting nervously on your outer thighs, slide up a little, his palms pressing into the soft flesh of your hips as he shifts closer. the third time, his tongue finds your entrance, dipping in just a fraction, and you feel the slight, hesitant probe of his muscle entering you.
the sound that escapes you is a sharp, keening moan, your hips bucking up into yuuta’s face involuntarily. yuuta’s fingers dig into your hips at the reaction, a startled groan vibrating against your core.
"that— that was good?" he asks, his voice muffled by the very source of his current obsession.
"yes," you gasp, your back arching off the bed. "yuuta, yes, please, keep—"
you don’t get to finish the sentence.
it’s as if your confirmation is the only permission he needed; yuuta’s previous shyness evaporates, replaced by a consuming, single-minded hunger. his mouth presses against you, harder this time, his tongue a slick, warm intrusion that delves deeper, licks broader strokes up your folds. he’s still not quite finding the right rhythm, his movements a little too erratic, too forceful in some places and too shy in others. but the sheer enthusiasm of it, the feeling of his hot, wet mouth exploring you with such desperate awe, is electric.
yuuta is learning you, you realize with a dizzying jolt.
his tongue is mapping every single ridge and fold, cataloging every tiny noise you make.
a broad lick up your center makes you whimper. a slight, clumsy suction on your clit makes your whole body tense and a sob of pleasure tear from your throat; yuuta files that information away immediately, his mouth homing in on that bundle of nerves with an unerring, newly-discovered focus.
"s'good," he murmurs, the words slurred and wet against your flesh, and you can feel his own breath coming in ragged, uneven pants. "you taste . . . fuck, you taste so good."
yuuta sounds drunk, drugged, completely lost in the act. his nose is pressed firmly against you now, smearing himself in your slick, and he doesn't seem to care in the slightest.
his tongue flicks rapidly over your sensitive clit, the tip of it tracing tight, rapid circles that have you seeing stars. it’s too much and not enough, all at once. your fingers are twisted so tightly in his hair it must hurt, but yuuta doesn’t flinch, he only moans against you, the vibration of it sending a fresh wave of pleasure cascading through your system.
"yuuta, i—"
you try to warn him, but the words are lost in a broken cry as his mouth descends on your clit with renewed fervor.
he’s sucking now, gently at first, then with more pressure, his summery tongue working in tandem, laving and flicking. your hips are grinding against yuuta’s face, chasing the feeling, and he lets you, his strong hands gripping your thighs to hold you open, to press you closer.
your orgasm is a sharp, sudden thing that rips a shocked cry from your lungs.
pleasure explodes behind your eyes, white-hot and blinding, and your whole body arches off the bed, a bowstring pulled taut. you vaguely hear yuuta gasp, feel his fingers dig into your skin, and then his mouth is still there, his tongue lapping at you, drinking down everything you give him.
but yuuta doesn’t stop.
the oversensitivity hits you like a freight train. you try to push his head away, a breathless;
"yuuta, wait—"
but your strength is gone, your limbs like jelly. he hums, a low, pleased sound, and just keeps going. his tongue is slower now, but no less insistent, tracing soft, wet patterns around your clit, dipping into your entrance to gather more of your taste.
"one more," yuuta mutters against your slick skin, his voice utterly wrecked. you can feel his own body trembling against the mattress, the fine tremor running through his shoulders, but his focus never wavers. "please, baby, just one more. you taste— i need more."
and god, you can't deny him.
you’re so sensitive, every tiny flick of his tongue sends a new spark of sensation through your overstimulated nerves, a mix of pleasure and something so intense it’s almost unbearable. you're crying, you realize, hot tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as he relentlessly works you towards a second peak.
one of yuuta’s hands leaves your hip, and you feel a finger, slick and hesitant, probe at your entrance. he doesn’t push in, just circles the rim, and the feeling is too much, making you whine and squirm. but he’s persistent, mumbling apologies and encouragements against your clit.
"let me in," yuuta breathes, the words hot against your most sensitive spot. "please? i want to feel you on the inside too."
you manage a shaky nod, and yuuta’s finger slides in, slow and careful. it’s a new sensation, the fullness paired with the relentless stimulation of his tongue. he moves it in and out in a clumsy, uncoordinated rhythm, but it’s enough. combined with the feeling of his mouth, the wet, frantic sounds he’s making, it pushes you over the edge again.
this second orgasm is less sharp, a wave of deep, rolling pleasure that washes through you, making your toes curl and your hips twitch. you sob yuuta’s name, a broken sound, and feel him moan in response, his finger stilling inside you as his tongue continues its worship.
yuuta is the one who finally breaks.
you feel the shudder wrack his entire body, a violent, full-body tremor. a choked, muffled groan is torn from yuuta’s throat, and the boy presses his face so hard against you it’s almost painful, his hips jerking desperately against the mattress. you feel the wet, hot warmth of yuuta’s release soaking through his own pants, the fabric damp against the skin of your feet where he’s pressed so close.
his movements stutter to a halt. his tongue goes lax, his finger slowly withdrawing; he just stays there, breathing heavily, his mouth still resting on your soaked, sensitive skin. you can feel yuuta own breath hitch, a tiny, embarrassed whimper escaping him as he realizes what just happened.
slowly, he lifts his head.
his face is a mess — his lips are swollen and pink, his chin glistening with your slick, his cheeks flushed a deep, telling red. there’s a smear of his own release on his pant leg, and his eyes, when they meet yours, are wide and dazed, completely blissed out and adorably sheepish all at once.
"i . . . " yuuta starts, his voice hoarse. he swallows, his adam's apple bobbing. "i think . . . i think i’m addicted to you."
a breathless laugh bubbles up from your chest, and you reach out, tugging him up your body until he’s cradled against you. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his own orgasm.
"i came in my pants," yuuta mumbles into your skin, the words laced with a horrified, bashful wonder. "like a teenager. i just . . . you just tasted so good, and i couldn't—"
you shush him softly, your fingers stroking through his hair.
it's the most honest, vulnerable, and utterly fucking sexy thing you've ever witnessed. you press a kiss to the top of his head, tasting salt and sweat and a hint of yourself on his skin.
"it's okay," you whisper, your body still humming with a deep, bone-melting satisfaction. "i think that was the highest compliment you could have ever given me, yuuta."
yuuta groans in embarrassment against your neck, but his arm tightens around you, pulling you impossibly closer. you can feel the rapid thump of his heart against your ribs, a frantic, perfect rhythm that echoes your own.
ᥫ᭡- sukuna witnesses you stretching one time and can’t get enough
it’s your routine that you’ve been doing far before you and sukuna got together, you stretch. it’s the late afternoon, an hour before sukuna gets home from work, the sunset spilles through the ajar window, painting your stretching form and highlighting your natural beauty.
Your favourite song echoes throughout yours and sukunas welcoming home, as you ease your self into a lunge. A groan escapes your mouth, while the built up tension in your muscles leave your body, from the hectic day you had at work .
You value this hour you have alone since your able to connect with your self and let your mind have a rest. Although, you do adore sukuna and he’s the love of your life he has no idea what you get up to in this hour .
You know theirs no need to lie, but you feel like a child again, being able to keep secrets just between you and your self.
He has asked before, what you have been doing, but a white lie never hurt anybody. You would just say simply watching a movie.
While you’re in your head performing the splits, you don’t manage to hear the front door open and sukuna come home.
as soon as sukuna enters, he finds it ominous that your favourite song is playing, curiosity instantly hits him.
He always wandered what you did in your free time without his claustrophobic presence.
sukunas makes sure to not make a racket while making it to the living room.
When he sees you doing the splits, looking calm as ever, he’s amazed all the years you’ve been together sukuna has never seen you do this.
A smirk grows on his face, he watches you for a few moments until you notice him.
when you do notice his daunting figure behind you, watching your every movement, you jump out your skin.
you look at the clock that sits perfectly centred on the wall "you are home early kuna"
he chuckles at you, resulting in you to pout as you slowly get out of the splits.
although you're shocked your body feels much better.
'' no wander I can bend you in any direction in bed " you choke on your own spit at sukuna.
''well now you know what I do in this hour'' you don't get any comment back
after that afternoon, you haven't had that hour alone again all because of sukuna
just as you're about to stretch he marches through the door early. miraculously his job lets him go early now.
due to sukuna you have been introduced into a new stretching technique and sukuna is the main object.
you stretch your leg onto his shoulder and he thoroughly enjoys it.
you're doing the stretch currently, and sukuna can't help but admire your body's flexibility, he's obsessed with It.
I really like this one. I have so many fics that I want to write it’s just laziness as the moment
despite those charming smiles and how he flirts with practiced ease, he’s inexperienced as hell and relies on his wit to deflect the conversation whenever it gets too personal for comfort.
a soft “you okay, satoru?” from you has gojo nodding quickly, cheeks darkening as he struggles to tear the condom open.
“my hands are too big,” he deflects, punctuating his sentence with a nervous laugh, and you shoot him a look, tearing the package open and rolling it onto his cock.
he hisses, forehead falling forward. “baby, not—not so fast, huh?” he chuckles, cock twitching as he tries to steady himself. he exhales when you lay back down onto his bed, looping your calves around his waist, pulling him closer.
you watch him expectantly, lock your arms around his neck as his eyes zero onto your heat, there and shit he’s supposed to put his dick in—
“satoru?” gojo glances up at you, eyes wide and glassy, and his breath hitches.
“y—yeah, i’m—just gimme a sec, baby.” he clears his throat, lining himself up with your entrance, and lets out another shuddering breath when you pull him closer to you, his tip running through your slick and pushing through a half-inch.
gojo chokes out a groan, knuckles going white as he grips onto the sheets beside you, head falling down onto your chest as he inches in deeper, and bites onto your skin, his eyes squeezing shut.
“you can move,” you whisper. “or is—are you fully in?”
“i’m not fully in,” he whisper shouts indignantly, glancing up at you with narrowed, wounded eyes before he sinks in more, and more. your chest rises as he fills you and gojo freezes with an uncharacteristically high whine, going dead still.
“i—” he starts, “it’s not what you—”
“did you cum?” you whisper. “satoru, are you…you’ve had sex before, right?”
“yes, i’ve had sex before,” he hisses.
“did you cum? it’s okay if you did.” you cup his face softly, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “we’ll get a new condom, and go again.”
“i’m not a virgin,” he mumbles under his breath, pulling out and yanking off the condom, pouting.
“s’okay. we’ll go niiice and slow, satoru,” you drawl, and you giggle when he chokes on his words again.
