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╰┈➤ rundown; mean! cop! naoya is your boyfriend now and this isn't the first time he has spent the night but something has got him angry!
╰┈➤ drabble; MISOGYNY, daddy kink (said multiple times), toxic/controlling dynamic, unprotected sex, rough sex, spit kink, breeding kink, size difference but not heavily mentioned, rough sex, dacryphilia, degradation (bitch+slut), age gap (28+20), yn has small boobs
this is a little drabble for stick around naoya
"what were you saying earlier?" naoya's chest heaves, voice a little hushed. not that he cares if your parents hear, it's mostly that he does not want to deal with any interruptions.
not right now, not when your tight little cunt is swallowing every inch of his cock.
you are sobbing your eyes out, his large hand clamped over your nose and mouth, keeping your head pressed to the sheets. you can hardly breathe.
"i can't wait to do my masters." he spits in a high pitched voice like he is mocking you entirely.
you swear he presses more weight down on your already sore cheeks. eyes frantically darting as more tears spill, every salty drop staining his skin as much as yours.
"you're lucky m'even letting you finish the stupid shit you're doing now." he huffs a throaty groan. "should knock you up, n' make you my little house wife." he intends to do so regardless.
you brought him over to get him more acquainted with your parents, he's your boyfriend after all.
this isn't even the first time he's been here but he's the only man your parents have allowed to sleep in your room. door shut and a single bed in sight.
the first time, naoya curled his teeth up in a disgusted snarl like he was in disbelief and said 'your folks are fucking braindead, who lets a man sleep in their daughter's room like this?'
then he bent you over, shoved your face into the pillow and fucked you so hard you could not form a single coherent thought. not when naoya was fucking you through your orgasm, especially not when he was shooting his seed deep in your cunt.
naoya's hips draw back to thrust deeply, your pussy stretched past her limit to take him. cream is collecting around his base and dripping down his balls. a nasty slurry of cum and stringy liquid that seeps from you.
just how long has he had you pinned under him? just how many times has his cock entered you again and again?
your bed is faintly creaking under the weight but with whatever restraint he conjures up, he manages to not send your headboard slamming into the wall.
truly if he wanted to fuck your cunt open at a voracious pace he'd make you kneel on the floor so he can do as he pleases. naoya has done it before and no, he doesn't care if your knees wind up bruised!!
your parents are down the hall, entirely oblivious to what he does under their noses.
his hand draws back from your face and you sharply inhale, body trembling.
his eyes narrow, he usually isn't this mean. "you want to be my pretty little wifey, right?" he tilts his head, he looks so angry. at what? you are not entirely sure.
naoya cups the backs of your knees, practically folding you in half and draping his heavy body over yours, all while his thick cock is being harshly fucked into your weeping hole.
"want it—mmhm." you babble, preening as naoya's face comes closer to yours. you're so dumb for him, he has destroyed you. he drives his heady cock into you with brutal force, like he is punishing you for every aspiration you voiced earlier.
your pussy is squeezing him like she never wants to let go, gushing on him like she's encouraging his mean thrusts. begging and crying for more.
you are lost in a daze, hardly stifling moans and cries cause you are too caught him in the heat of his body over yours. in the way his muscles bulge and flex and how handsome he is—why does he have to look this good? how can ever stay away?
your hands are shaking when they cup his face, sliding down to his neck as your noses and lips brush.
you're a sweet little thing, sickeningly so. it's hardly your fault, your parents sheltered you and then sent you out into the world, one with men like him. you think he's so good but naoya never claimed to be.
"cause that's where you belong. on your back and doing shit for me. but you think you're so fucking smart." he snarls in your face like a man unhinged. then his lips pucker and he spits into your open mouth, uncaring that some splatters rather than going straight onto your tongue.
and you swallow it down.
your tongue comes out to lick your lips and any residual saliva that stains your skin.
"couldn't eat in peace because of your bullshit. you think your grades matter? and your fucking parents were just encouraging your shit." naoya hisses, sucking his teeth as his hips lurch forward again, much harder, swollen cock head battering so deep you almost make your lip bleed with the way you bite down.
"you think a bitch like you should be out there? think you can handle it?" his eyes flick over your teary ones, naoya wants to tie you down and lock you away.
"oh, baby. you're just a stupid little slut, you need a real man to put you in your place. one to give you a ring and some babies to take care of. you need your daddy, don't you?" he's sin incarnate. naoya has gorgeous features and why are you thinking about how they would look mixed with yours? if he gave you his baby?
precum spurts in a hot glide from his tip, splashing against your womb. it only makes your pussy squeeze him tighter.
you find yourself nodding through broken moans, ones you can hardly contain.
when your parents met him, they approved. naoya has a reputable job, he's a well respected man and so what if he's a couple years older than you? you and naoya have so much in common! right?
if only they knew this highly regarded police officer acted like this. his broad body covering yours almost entirely, it made you feel utterly helpless. his firm, muscular chest pressing down on your smaller body, keeping you pinned.
you like it, perhaps you're not any better than him.
"daddy, please." you whine, hands slipping into his hair, body jolting with every rough pound of his hips. it all hurts so good.
"oh, fuck." naoya lowly grunts before a laugh reverberates through his throat, like you're a joke to him.
finally, after what seems like an eternity he leans down to kiss you. all rough and mean, tongue darting into your mouth with languid strokes. his eyes are open and yours are tightly shut then he takes your bottom lip between his, sucking hard enough to bruise.
"please what, baby? want me to stop talking sense into you or do you want me to fuck that useless brain right out of your skull?" his sticky balls hit your ass as he slams in from spilling cock-head to base. you writhe under him, your skin stinging from the impact but you do not run much less push him away.
your cunt clenches hard, feeling every ridge and vein of his swollen erection, his pre-cum coating your walls in excess.
"m'doing well n' i'm making em' proud." you speak through a slick web of spit pooling in your mouth. it isn't the answer he wanted. he scowls, your parents had praised you during dinner, chattering endlessly about your future career. it all sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
that's not how naoya sees you.
he wants you barefoot and pregnant, by his side. tied to him with no way out.
what business do you have being out there pretending to be independent?
his hands hurt where they hold you. his thrusts are even and deep, cock leaking and pulsing.
"what a fucking joke. you think you should be runnin' round going to lectures, trying to be a fuckin party girl. good bitches like you belong on your back, with your pussy split open, getting filled up until you're carrying my kid." he hacks a thick wad of messy spit between the valley of your barely there breasts before he crowds over you more to lick it all up with possessive drags of his tongue.
spillage seeps in a messy net around his cock and from your pulled wide hole. every spurt of pre-cum makes your eyes widen, every hot splurge makes your back arch.
you are hardly able to contain your moans, choking down every single one as naoya keeps fucking you.
pressure builds up in your stomach, his balls smacking your skin loudly and you can only hope your parents are ignorant to what is going on within the four walls of your bedroom.
"it hurts, naoya." you sob loudly, tears soaking the sheets beneath your head, "mmhngh, daddy it hurts." you warble and then your hips buck up to meet his, your body aching and craving every bit of his roughness.
"hurts? s'good. that should teach you to listen to your man instead of trying to be like every other bitch."
he captures your bitten raw lips, kissing you sweetly, kissing you like he's desperate for you. naoya nips them despite how sore they are, he hums when you whimper, his tongue stroking along yours.
even when he pulls away you try to follow, you try to keep kissing him. "you don't have to go to school or work some bullshit job. i'll take care of you—i'll keep this pussy fucked and i'll keep you fed, that's all a girl like you needs."
why are you beginning to like the sound of that? as long as you're with him.
your chest heaves, pussy clenching tighter, creaming more. "but—i like university n' my degree n—" you say in whatever means of resistance, your voice breaks, drooling as your head lolls back. the relentless pounding jolting your body.
naoya's laugh comes out cruel and loud, it only makes him fuck you harder, it makes the bed frame shift just a fraction.
"but you like getting your brains fucked out more." he can say it with absolute certainty. he doesn't have to ask because he knows. it is far too obvious. "look at you, girl. crying so much while your cunt milks my cock." he presses a sweet, gentle peck to your lips. then naoya kisses you tenderly, as soft as he can be before resuming the brutal pumps of his hips.
naoya releases your leg to instead reach down for your overly sensitive clit and rub mean circles that make your eyes roll back.
you swear it only makes you feel more, every throbbing inch of him, bare inside you. every hot spurt of pre flooding within you like a promise for what is to come.
your hands clamber on his shoulders, nails scratching his pale skin.
"daddy." it sounds different now, somehow. naoya's heart stills for only a second, callous expression softening just barely.
his thrusts sink his cock deeper, more deliberate as he nuzzles your cheek. "your daddy's right here." he coos, voice losing some of its edge but still so condescending.
he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, slimy tongue slipping out to lap at the salty trails of your tears before kissing you. slower, sweeter, open mouthed and all tongue and so incredibly possessive. naoya kisses you like he wants to leave his mark on you, inside and out.
"think you should drop out, tomorrow sounds like a good day. you can move in with me." you whimper at his words. he nods and you do too. you only cling to him harder. you claw at his skin like you cannot handle him leaving you for even a second. "you can wait for me at home, don't have to waste anymore time on exams when you can have my baby instead."
sick, he's a sick man.
you're as sick as he is.
naoya's blunt cock head prods your cervix over and over, each rough slam making your back arch as you writhe. jolts of pleasure-pain shoot through your used pussy. you can feel his pre leaking, it's always so much, warm and insistent. it is enough to make you feel so full.
"s'too deep. gonna—m'gonna make a mess." you spit unintelligibly.
"that's the point, baby." naoya likes you this way, bending so easily to his will. he rubs your clit in quicker strokes, groaning at the way you clench. "i'll knock you up so you can't even think about leaving me." not like he would ever allow it. "you'll be my perfect little wifey. cook for me, fuck for me, cry for me when i need to remind you who's in charge."
you clamp your palm over your mouth, sounds hardly muffled. the quiet room is filled with the wet noises of your pussy being fucked open, it is all sloppy, obscene and if anyone listened carefully they would surely know.
"your parents might hear how much you love being my dumb little slut." he grips you tighter, control beginning to fray as your walls tighten. "such a tight pussy, g'na fill you up with so much seed you won't be able to get it all out." his thrust grow uneven and frantic, muscles flexing as he pins you under him. owning your body with every stroke of his fat cock.
"fuck—holy shit." naoya hisses through gritted teeth, your walls clenching unbearably tight before your pussy spasms. you milk him, creaming in messy rivulets through muffled sobs.
his hips stutter, slamming in deep as he cants them forward like he is attempting to shove further but there is no where left to go. your pussy lips flush and spread at his pelvis, hole pulled wide for his cock and his balls mushed to your ass.
naoya shudders, face flushed and teeth barred as thick ropes of cum splurge from his slit deep into your womb.
your body rocking up to meet his at the sensation of heated shots of cum. naoya waits for a second, drawing his cock back midway before slamming so hard you shriek.
he keeps you plugged full of his seed, dropping more of his weight onto you. somehow, the way he borderline crushes you is comforting.
your chest is heaving as you uncover your mouth and naoya leans down to pepper kisses all over your face. "this pussy's so good for me."
you cling to him like he is the only thing keeping you afloat. it's the only way naoya wants you, dependent on him. you don't need to think, just look at him, he'll do it all for you.
"that's my baby." his breaths are still laboured, and once more he fucks his hips like he has a point to prove as he sloshes his seed and pushes it deeper. "you feel that? s'your future right there—swollen belly, waiting for daddy to come home and fuck you senseless."
you hum, nodding.
when naoya smiles down at you, it's all worth it. he kisses you again, slow and deep. he threads his fingers through your hair to caress you softly.
you'll stick around.
yk the naoya slander is insanely valid but people on tiktok take it sooo far. he's NOT REAL !!
╰┈➤ rundown; satoru has always liked you and something has made him lose all control.
╰┈➤ caution; nerd! gojo to vampire! gojo, mutual virginity loss, uni au, yn has small boobs, public sex, mentions of masturbation, some possessiveness, explicit dirty talk, thigh fucking, biting (blood mentioned + horror imagery), manhandling, dacryphilia (a lot of crying), virginity/corruption kink, size kink, spit kink, dick sucking + thoughts of ball sucking, pussy job, tit sucking, mating press, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), choking, scratching, creampie, rough sex, both have pubic hair, tongue kissing/sucking, cervix fucking + belly bulge, pw(barely any)p.
planned on posting this for halloween but i finished it today !! let me know if i should add any other warnings. not proof read !!
"which thoracic vertebrae are atypical? and describe them." you bellow. it is a simple study session. you and satoru have done this countless times since you started university.
here is how things usually go.
satoru quirks a brow, his eyes shut for a second like his brain is pulling together the words in chronological order. he hates being wrong, he hates making a mistake.
his fingers move in some odd twitch, you are not sure how it aids in recollection but a second later he huffs a slow breath, "T1 and then T9 to T12." he would smile slightly when you nod, "T1 has a superior costal facet that's circular and an inferior demi-facet, cervical body and the spine is long and horizontal." he would shift in his seat, straightening up as he continues. "T9 only has a superior costal demi-facet." you hum encouragingly, he would list each respective characteristic and then your hand would meet his in a high five.
one where both of you linger longer than you should, considering you have mutually agreed a relationship does not fit either of your ideals at this moment.
even if you want to, even if you like him and his endearing quirks and his rounded glasses, concavity combating his myopia.
except this time, none of it happens. satoru slouches against the table indifferently, something shifted.
he looks paler than usual, his specs are replaced by shades. they sit atop of his head but truthfully this is the first time he has uncovered his eyes all day. redness taints his lower lids, his lips appearing pinker in contrast.
he looks unlike himself.
"do you not remember? i can say the answer and we can try again on friday." you give him a tight lipped smile. he is usually on top of his game, a question like that would make him shake his head, spouting "no, no! i know it, just give me a second."
instead, he shrugs his shoulders, tongue slipping out to toy with the sterling silver wrapped around the corners of his bottom lip. when did he get those and how are they magically healed over the course of a singular weekend?
now that you think of it, his eyebrow is pierced too, a ring hangs below his columella.
odd.
very odd.
"satoru." his eyes almost flash when you say his name, pretty white lashes fluttering. he smiles, full lips pulled as pearly whites peak between them. he leans a little closer.
"i like when you say my name." satoru's voice sounds akin to a purr.
you tilt your head. he has never said that to you, he has never been so unabashed. "what's up with you?" your brows knit together, turning off your device to instead focus on him.
"nothing." he pursues his lips.
"so this whole look is your true self, everything before was you playing dress up. you don't even have your glasses on." you wave your hand in front of his face a few times "can you see me?" your pointer finger wraps atop your thumb. "how many fingers am i holding up?"
satoru looks completely unamused even though you are giggling. a firm grasp clamps down on your wrist. "m'not blind. i can see perfectly fine."
"says the man with a negative 5 prescription." you shake your head, tugging back but he does not let up. the air feels thicker. it is borderline suffocating—like being caught neck deep in water without ever learning how to swim.
"i have a question for you. scientific purposes only, when you were fucking your cunt last night, did you think of me?" he looks like he is studying your fingers, one of his brushes the underside of your ring and middle. as if he knows, as if he could pinpoint without a doubt that those were knuckles deep in syrupy walls.
you cannot move, you try to speak but every coherent thought is discarded. no one is around, not in your little, quiet corner of the library that just about everyone has learnt is reserved for you and him.
you let out a loud laugh but you are anything but amused. "you're a perv, i don't do that." you pull back again, your attempt is futile. satoru does not move, he looks the least bit bothered. he props his cheek on his other hand, a playful smile curling over his mouth.
"don't have to lie to me, y'know? i can smell it." he eyes your fingers, tongue trailing over his lip. "it's all over these cute little phalanges." he grips your hand, digit over the knuckles of your ring and middle finger "from the metacarpophalangeal joints." he goes higher. he tweaks just shy of your finger tips. "all the way to the distal interphalangeal joints. you were fucking soaked, huh?" he leans closer, he hates that a table separates you, he hates that you are so far from him. his pointed nose sniffs. "i always knew you were sweet but fuck, you smell divine. wonder how you would smell dripping down my cock." satoru purrs. he purrs like a wild deranged animal—like he got off on the idea.
you swear all the blood is draining from your body. the man in front of you is completely unlike who you knew. no longer in baggy layered clothing, polos galore and khaki coloured chino pants.
blushed cheeks and fluffy hair because sometimes he could barely get out of bed after a late night study session.
he never spoke to you like this, you never heard those words strung together in his saccharine voice. he would never speak in such an indecent manner.
what changed?
and why are you squeezing your thighs together?
plush flesh is clamped like he has befuddled your mind and it is your only semblance of self preservation.
you should be disgusted, what man would speak so shamelessly? it is hard to care when liquid has started pooling between your legs and your body has grown hotter from mere words.
you are thinking about it too, sinking down on his bare cock despite every time you heard 'abstinence is key!' and how thick and heated it must be.
you thought about it last night too, when your fingers were stroking your insides you were imagining it was his length dragging along your walls and wrecking you. it is his name you were moaning. you were brokenly crying and whining and begging for him when he was not even around.
when he was nothing more than your friend. you might be as fucked up as he is.
you need to use your sense, you need to avoid getting swept away. one weekend is all it took for him to become like this.
your hand is yanked away like he burned you like your nociceptors sensed fire, sent a shock of nerve impulses to your spinal cord and triggered a reflex before your brain could even catch up.
he does not stop you this time. he simply smiles, his chains clinking as he leans into his seat. his shirt is tight, he never dressed like that before, you barely saw a sliver of his skin in the past. his biceps are thick and wide, you wonder how many inches make up the circumference. "is your head all full of me? do you want to have sex with me?"
your hands slam down on the table, you are seconds away from deliriousness. satoru slightly pouts when you stand. you are not sure if you are mad at him or if you like that he is taking initiative but 0 went to 100 too quickly.
"i don't know which side of the bed you woke up on but you better fix it by tomorrow." your heart is hammering in your chest, palpitations almost concerning. he can hear it, satoru can hear the surge of blood composing your stroke volume.
you cannot say that you particularly dislike the things he said, you certainly cannot deny his claims.
"aw, baby, don't be like that." satoru quips and before you can blink he is behind you. you jolt at the sudden heat radiating straight into your back but you cannot move. not when his hands are over yours, his touch at first gentle before he clamps down.
satoru is tall, much taller than you. his breath hits your neck as he bows to cage you entirely.
you stop breathing when you feel it, his crotch pressing right against your perched ass. only advancing further until the confined bulge is nestled between your cheeks. the assertive spice of his cologne infiltrates your senses, you cannot think and you cannot retaliate. you are not sure if you want to.
"satoru..." you swallow hard, shoulders tense and now that he is out of your sight you are not sure what to expect. you cannot predict him at all. "we're in public." your voice is too quiet, hoping it would be enough to ward him off.
"oh, you're saying that like we've done anything before." he hums and then his mouth brushes your ear. "i wish we did. do you have any idea how much i like you?" you are beginning to heat up, although this is not new information. no two people sit together at every single lecture, call for hours at night, plan study sessions, eat lunch together every day—there are too many instances. you liked him and he liked you and instead you both danced around it.
you never said it.
satoru's tongue flicks out to lick along the upper part of your ear and you can barely quiet your shriek. you jolt your shoulder, like you are trying to fight him off. a smooth, velvety chuckle rumbles right through you, heat pitching across your back because you are entirely too conscious of his muscular chest pressing into you.
"i like you so much." he hums nuzzling into the crook of your neck, completely undeterred by your flinching. he huffs, too close for you to really function. his hips nudge against yours and you feel it, the hardness of your bone digging into the edge of the table and ... the stiffness of his cock rubbing, in a way that leaves you leaking. "all i think about is you. s'not healthy. i go to sleep with you on my mind, your pretty eyes, that smile—the one you only show me and i wake up dying to have you in front of me."
his hips roll again and you shriek, his grip bearing down on your hands like he has no consciousness of his strength. he feels so cold, like all the blood was drained from his body. he feels cold and you are so warm from his touch, from his proximity like you have never felt before.
"satoru, people will see." you try to nudge him back but all it does is make him hold you tighter. the sculpted tip of his nose nudges your pulse, his hips pushing into you with added vigor. pink lips clamp down, sharp teeth nipping hard enough to sting before his tongue laves over the skin with sanguine strokes.
your body is frozen in place, your eyes are wide and liquid is pooling in your underwear. this must be a dream. it has to be.
"i could fuck you right now. there's no one around, no cameras here. s'our corner." satoru leans back only slightly, his body dwarfing yours, hands hidden entirely by his. you are so tiny, you look so easy to break. whether it is intentional or because he has you pinned to the desk, your ass is perched perfectly. as if you are begging for his cock, as if you would let him shove your cheek to the table while he finally feels your hot, syrupy walls slurp down every inch of his cock. "don't want anyone to hear you anyway. s'only for me."
he presses a quick kiss to your shoulder, straightening up without a care in the world like he has not left your knees buckling. you think he finally got whatever he wanted, that he is satisfied but his hands find your skirt. something you do not usually wear and he is lifting the already short material up to reveal pink, heart covered shorts.
satoru hums again, an amused smile on his face as his palms caress your hips before he squeezes meanly. his bulge meets the little wet spot forming on your panties and he whistles lowly. "that's fucking hot." he grinds into you, biting down on his lip and wishing there was less clothes involved, more sweat, more skin hitting skin enough to leave red, more slick, sticky on his cock and dripping down his balls. it is all he can think of. you mewl at the feeling, he feels big. it feels like it will stretch and it will hurt and it will leave you aching for more and more.
this is exactly what you were trying to avoid. everything about this, about him is going to leave you addicted and you will not be worried about extrapyramidal tracts of the brain when all you can think about is getting rawed by satoru until you forget your own name. until sweat is coating your skin and his is dripping onto yours, until you have bitten his plush lips red and cut lines down his back.
"you're so fucking good, you're perfect." he grits out, like an animalistic creature humping you instead of the put together man you know. satoru is panting in your ear, sounding like he is on the verge of creaming his pants like the virgin he is. his grip is bruising but he lets go of your hip in favour of resting it low on your stomach.
"y'know, when i fuck you, you'll feel me here. you'll see me here." he presses down, right on your tummy where his cockhead would leave it bulging. when he would slam into your cunt at a voracious pace to see it over and over. to know it was his and that he was the first and only one that would ever be inside you. his words should gross you out, this should all disgust you. every creak of the table as he uses you, every pant and whine that neither of you is capable of concealing. you grit your teeth, hands balling in fists, your legs unbelievably weak at the feeling of his erection meeting your folds. this is not like you so why do you not care?
why do you like the feeling of his cock? dying for it to be more than this, more than clothed friction against your leaky pussy. you want his cock to pull your cunt wide open and stretch you in away that is mind numbing and all encompassing.
these are things you do in a relationship, right? satoru is not your boyfriend, he is your friend but you do not care. you want him pounding deep in your guts right now. you would let him, you wish he did this earlier despite all the bullshit you spewed about wanting to focus on university.
"toru." you cry, spit webbed in your mouth and seconds away from spilling down your jaw. he is so much bigger than you, you find yourself wishing he would use you. that he would do all the thinking while you lie down and be good for him. pull you in any direction, put you in any position.
"i can't fucking take this." he huffs, pushing off of you. he rips it all away, every bit of pleasure. you are about to beg for it back, like a desperate whore, like an unabashed slut. your mother would be so disappointed if she saw you right now! there is the rip of his zipper being yanked down, the shuffle of clothing and his palm rests on your ass, the other gripping the thickness of his cock.
reddened and leaky. he is a virgin at the end of the day, no matter how forward he acts, no matter how skilled he seems. "baby, squeeze em—please." he is panting, if you look back you would see just how crazed he is. eyes blown wide, blue almost consumed by black. they are moving frantically, over every inch of you, every bit of skin he has never seen until now. memorising the sight, the smell, the feel of your hot cunt rubbing on his cock.
satoru has lost his mind. he cannot be saved.
it is all so hot, the thickness of his cock prods between your thighs, a deep groan escaping him as he pushes between the barely there gap. "fuck, that's it."
warm. you are warm all over and even with blood rushing straight to his erection, he is cold.
"toru." you pant, palm reaching up to muffle the whimper you let out. what is going on?
you have not done this before, you never had a man shove his cock between your legs. your head tilts down, you can see it. he has your skirt bunched up around your hips, you can see the bulbous head nestled between your thighs. spurts of pre leak down the reddened flesh.
you are on the verge of collapse. you swear you are.
you do not have to worry, not when satoru is here.
his arm presses onto your waist, straightening you up against his wide, firm chest. you are balancing on the tips of your toes, your sneakers creasing under the weight.
"what is it, sweet girl? you keep saying my name n' nothing else." he huffs in your ear, a hiss follows. his dick is throbbing, it pulsates right against your core. your panties are sticky, wetness pooling onto his bare skin with the way the material has conformed to the shape of your pussy.
he holds you, his much larger body stirring your mind until you are disoriented. "do you like it? does it feel good?"
you mewl, finding his forearm and squeezing down on the firm mass of muscle.
"don't act shy. you can say it t'me." he nuzzles your hair, all innocent like his thickened member is not being pumped right along your cunt in languid strokes.
"i like it—you're making me feel..." your eyes are tearing up, so overwhelmed. is this what you were missing out on the entire time? "good. s'good, toru. i wish we did this earlier." your words are broken by pants, by puffs of heated air. you can barely function.
"is that so? you wish i fucked you, wish i pulled this pretty pussy apart and took your virginity?"
the tears springing in your eyes are sent right down your cheeks, your cunt spasming along him. "mmhm." you choke around a sob. it feels too good. it should not feel this good.
what was it your mother told you? focus on your studies, you can do all these things afterwards. right now you are not sure why you believed her. the only thing on your mind is him, satoru. satoru. satoru. and the big, fat cock he hid beneath his pants. the one stroking your pussy as she wets him in full.
"sooo cute." he laughs almost mockingly. his hand tightens around your waist, making you more breathless before the other turns your face to him. you have not looked at him since he touched you, he finds reverie in your tears. in the ditzy look you have in your eyes.
it only took a little to have you this ruined. satoru wonders what you will look like once he has you under him. wrecked, drooling spit and completely fucked out.
doe eyes coax over his face, nothing short of perfection. white lashes fluttering as he smiles at you. your heart is beating right out of your chest, you bet he can hear it. how much he has affected you.
satoru fucks the space between your plush thighs with a little more vigor, his mushroom head and some sticking out with every slam of his hips into you. "how much do you think you can take? if i bent you over and pulled your underwear to the side, how much of me could you fit in your pussy?" you jerk against him so violently, your insides clenching over and over.
you are in public, this is disgraceful. anyone could see. why do you not care anymore? why are you not protesting?
you want him to touch you. you want satoru to keep going.
is he willing to go as far as you have already decided you would let him?
"half? all of it?" you swear he is looking into your soul. messy squelches fill your ears with every pound of his hips against your ass, every stroke of thickened cock along your cunt. "something tells me that cute virgin hole won't be able to handle an inch." he flashes a smile, a teasing lithe to his voice.
you make a noise in protest, your arm reaching back to wrap around his neck and tug him closer. "i wouldn't disappoint you." you warble, lips brushing his.
his eyes flash, somehow he gets harder. if that is even possible. "oh. i know, pretty girl. you'll cry when i put the tip in but you won't complain, huh? you'll lay there and let me fuck your little cunt wide open. even if it's too big and it hurts and you're shaking, you just want to be good for me, right?"
your glossy eyes leak tears without relent, your legs tensing. your feet ache from where he has you tip toed. "want to be good for you, toru." his bicep flexes, holding you so tight you swear you have no air.
"i'll make you cry more. look so pretty when you're crying for me." he huffs, he leans closer. plush lips ghosting over yours. satoru has kissed before, awkwardly and clumsily and he wishes he could erase each time from his mind.
when his lips cover yours, it is not with much experience, nor valor. your spit mixes with his as he licks along your tongue, messily coaxing his mouth over yours and you try to follow.
your hand knocks into his hair, it is not perfect but it feels good, he tastes good and it is satoru. you had absentmindedly looked at his lips too times before, wondering what it would be like to kiss him.
it is mind numbing and intoxicating. there is no way you could be sane.
there is no way you can give it up after having it. you press harder, deeper. trying to memorise every bit of his mouth with intentions of only growing more familiar.
satoru squeezes your throat, his index finger swiping along the cartilage of your thyroid before trailing down your trachea. his greedy touch shifts to your sternum, his large hand groping the flesh of your breast that barely weighs in his hold.
"i like you, i really fucking like you." he pants after hardly separating. his face pained like he died to finally say it.
"like you too, toru." you cry, the feeling of his length between your legs makes your hip rock. makes your back arch while you borderline ride the upper part of his cock as it nestles between your folds.
you are seeping and dripping and coating him as if you were bare. it is a sticky mess with his pre cum creating spillage that nets between your thighs.
"you shouldn't have said that." his voice shakes, he wishes he could be gentle but he is overtaken by his increasing need for you. he roughly shoves you onto the table, towering over you as he firmly squeezes your hips. your clothing is disheveled, your face is stained with tears and snot leaks from your nose.
satoru is as inexperienced as you are. "m'sorry, baby." he barely forces out, jaw dropping in a wanton moan as his hips repeated pump his cock against you. he grips you hard enough to bruise, the table is creaking with every movement.
your ass presses back to meet his voracious speed, muffling your cries because you cannot have anyone see you like this but it feels too good to stop.
"i can't fucking—think!" he is not even inside you and he has already lost every semblance of control. he can feel you pulsing against him, he can feel you spilling down on him. he wants it all without any clothing separating you and him. he can see your pussy, now visible through the soaked sheer material. satoru can feel your puffy pussy dragging on him, on veins and ridges. on every bit of his length that he wants to push past your tight opening.
he looks down at your little body, satoru feels like he could break you if he is not cautious. his hand trails up, pressing down on your back. his hand just about spans beyond the space between your shoulder blades.
"you're perfect. you're so perfect. s'not fair." he pants, growing more delirious at the feeling of flesh surround the underside of his bare cock and your pussy heating him up at the same time. "can't stay away from you when you're so pretty." he thrusts, rough and hard and without any control like he threw it all away.
his slit spews pre cum, dripping onto the floor in syrupy dollops, his eyes rolling back as sweat collects on his temples.
"you can't live without me. you need me." you shakily hum in response. white brows pull together, jaw clenching hard enough to pulse before it hangs in a drawn out moan. he does it all without a care.
he can see you biting your lips to conceal your cries. he slams into you so hard you shriek, hands scrambling on wood before they wrap in trembling fists. every smack of his pelvis into your ass leaves your flesh stinging.
"want to hear you, baby. don't have to be quiet cause no one's around." his eyes look crazed while shoving your shirt upwards, he leans down to lave his slimy tongue along your spine and you whine. uncontrolled like he has consumed all your senses.
satoru stays that close to you, like he wants to drive you insane. his chain meeting your skin as his ass flexes with every bruising thrust.
your cries of his name are music to his ears. it only makes satoru grow rougher. his heavy body looms over you, movements brutal and bruising.
it feels too good for you to think, it is too good for you to gather your bearings and realise that satoru is pseudo-fucking you in the library.
when you should have been studying, you are instead spending time getting familiar with the fat girth of satoru's dick and how addictive the feel of it is, rubbing right on your pussy.
satoru nips your back, "let's make a deal, whoever scores higher on the next exam can ask the person for whatever they want." he sounds like he is purring, his voice low and sexed out. "can't say no to it either."
a large hand grips your throat, pulling you up and arching your back further. "deal?" his melodic voice fills your ears.
you nod without inhibition, "deal—whatever you want." you spew in a jumbled mess like you have already declared him the winner.
satoru lets out a pleased chuckle before his nose nudges your pulse.
men leave hickies. men lay claim. men get so worked up during sex that it clouds their judgement, they strew marks across their woman's skin without a care in the world.
satoru, is not a man. not a normal one.
not anymore.
you cannot see it, you cannot see oceanic blue turn blood red. nor the horrifying expression that overtakes his angelic features as his mouth stretches wide enough his jaw is seconds away from unhinging but you feel it.
teeth breaking past every layer of skin and fascia, piercing and painful. you should be screaming and yet you are moaning.
your knees are pressed tight together, thighs flexing while he drags his cock along your cunt without relent.
when satoru is biting down on your throat, fangs an inch into the flesh, you are mewling his name and shaking. your cunt is spasming and creaming along his swollen cock.
crimson pools into his mouth, careful to not waste a drop as his eyes roll back with your taste washing over his tongue.
he slams particularly hard, lodging his twitching erection between your legs. pelvis reddened from his ministrations and your ass stinging after all the vigorous impact. his cock lurches, cum spilling in messy strings onto the floor, some shoots onto the table.
you were suppose to be studying but here you are wishing his cum was seated deep in your pussy.
not wasted.
you lay on the table, trembling and chest heaving.
your throat is freed from his vicious bite but it is only now sinking in how tremendously satoru has fucked up.
he swallows the remnants, like a criminal concealing evidence. your sweet taste washing over his tastebuds. satoru is developing a craving. one he is not sure can be satiated easily.
he stumbles back, hands shaking as he tugs his pants back up. he was not suppose to take things this far. he was not suppose to bite you. no matter how good you smelled, no matter how much he thought about it the minute he saw you today.
satoru was not suppose to kiss you today much less rub his cock on you like a deranged lunatic. it was suppose to be special.
part of him regrets it, part of him wants to strip it all away from you right now.
he can smell you, your succulent blood, your weeping cunt that seems to pour without end. he wants it all. he wants you.
your hands rest on the table, pushing up and hissing at the ache in your neck.
you have not realised yet.
"are you okay?" it is all he can manage. satoru wants to wrap you in his arms, he wants to kiss you again and again. satoru wants to tend to you after having his way with you but he is frozen in place.
you straighten up, too flustered to look at him. your cunt is all swollen and wanting, more, more, more. you reach into your bag for a packet of tissue. "m'okay." you quip, your nimble fingers swiping the stringy mess of cum and slick. you can do nothing about your sodden underwear.
you right your clothing, bringing another tissue to your neck. finally, your eyes find him, in the same second you wipe your stinging skin.
blood coats ivory white. your brows furrow.
blood red on the tissue, on his lips, it has overtaken his eyes.
he can see beads of crimson leak from the wound he left.
he is shaking. satoru's chest rises and falls, each breath sounds suffocated.
there is so much satoru wants to say and do and be there for you after everything you did together. things you both have not never done before.
"i'm so sorry."
—
satoru has been avoiding you.
he knew things changed about him. it took biting you to realise just how dire the situation is.
what was he suppose to do? how could he face you?
now that he has gotten a taste, he does not think he can let himself get close. he wants you again, he wants more.
the way he thinks about you is borderline predatory, like he wants to chew you up and spit you out and destroy you. satoru likes you, he wants to keep you and cherish you and have your hands in his hair as he sleeps on your chest.
satoru daydreams about those things and then he starts thinking about your blood. he does not know what endorphins were triggered but satoru enjoyed it, when you were crying and your blood was pooling in his mouth. you tasted divine, the wash of crimson liquid over his tongue felt more intimate than anything in this world.
it felt euphoric, it felt right.
you are proof he cannot maintain control because he smells you from a far and it sends an inseparable concoction of hunger and lust through him.
this is self-preservation so why does it feel like punishment? he spends every night wishing for you, somehow, someway but he knows he should not. he knows giving in will only lead to destruction.
to him, his avoidance is almost chivalric if he deludes himself enough. he needs you close, he is dying to hear your voice but all he can offer is tragic restraint.
to you, it left you spiralling with endless questions. in the midst of too many sleepless nights and solo study sessions, you were thinking about him.
you have not seen him since, every call and every message went unanswered. he dropped off the face of the earth like he never existed.
sleep deprivation has you struggling to keep yourself upright and his absence is only making your heart fonder. even if he is different.
you can dismiss the extra tabs you have opened that all contain information about supernatural beings and the endless reddit posts as mere curiosity.
you just need to see him again and you know exactly how.
"leave your bags at the front, you should only have pencils and an eraser for this exam." one of the invigilators shouts into the mic for what seems like the nth time. your long awaited exam is finally here. your eyes flick over the room, mindlessly searching for him.
all you see is a crowd of people, moving hurriedly between each other as they drop their bags and clamber to the closest seat. satoru sat next to you for every single exam. he would flash you the brightest smile and give you a thumbs up. right now he is not around to do it.
it only makes you more decisive.
"the examination is two hours, you may begin."
you flip through the pages, striking the answers with profound certainty.
satoru holds his end of a deal. he always has. you will make him prove it again. even if he left you alone all this time.
a week without him is far too much. without his stupid jokes and ridiculous mnemonics. he is depriving you of his enrapturing smiles and entrancing scent.
an hour and 15 minutes into the exam, you are double checking your answers. too much is on the line. your hand raises and you silently hope your efforts pay off as your paper is collected.
only then does white fluffy hair come into view, seated at the very back and only letting himself look at you for a second before he finds himself undeserving of more.
your expression is cold, as cold as he felt when he was borderline fucking you a few days ago. as cold as it felt when he disappeared from your life so suddenly.
he clenches his jaw when you walk past him. he wants you, satoru wants to be near you and inside you.
he wants to abandon his resolve but facing you after what he did seems impossible.
—
it takes one minute after the scores are distributed, for him to receive a text. he cannot ignore this one. not when he made a deal with you.
he owes you that much. more importantly, he owes you an apology. satoru sees your grade ahead of his by a singular mark.
his phone pings with the notification, 'u better be here in 10 mins or u really won't see me again.'
forgiveness. satoru is dying for forgiveness. he is dying for you.
—
he has always been a little awkward, a little fidgety. he looks just like the way he used to when his large frame stands at the door of your apartment. somehow he momentarily undid the transition from charming and dorky to unnervingly magnetic.
wide blue eyes, restored to their cerulean pools are averted from yours. his shoulders are slightly hunched like he is trying to make himself smaller in front of you.
satoru swallows hard, fiddling with the end of his white t-shirt. "can i come inside?" he slowly says.
"what a way to start." you quip, stepping to the side to make room for his large figure. "you can." you eyes flick up and down his muscular body. "you never needed permission before." he flinches slightly at the statement.
you shut the door behind him, locking it as he slips off his shoes and steps further into your quaint apartment.
he has been here countless times before but he never touched you at that time.
things are different now.
he stills right in front of your couch, picking at the skin of his fingers hard enough to leave his skin raw although it is healing a second later.
you are really looking at him now, so much has changed but somehow, he is still the exact same.
he was always a little too tall for his own comfort. his gorgeous cerulean pools were dulled behind lens and a frame.
now everything about him looks enrapturing, his hair sheens unnaturally, skin luminescent, eyes electric and cutting, like the blue learned to stare back. his beauty the kind that made you stare first and shiver second.
just having him in front of you felt like standing near something not entirely human.
"i wanted to talk to you but i didn't know how to." satoru speaks, slowly turning to you. "m'so sorry. i really—" his words trail off into nothingness as you pull off the baggy hoodie concealing your body.
you discard it on the couch, satoru's gaze finds the reddened wound he left, somewhere in the process of healing. your top sheer and babydoll-esque. the material hangs over your stomach, skin exposed to his prying eyes, embroidered designs of flowers leaving your nipples on display.
and your cunt—your pretty little cunt that he had been dreaming of almost every night is hidden behind a scandalous pair of panties that he is fighting the urge to tear off.
"suddenly you feel like talking." you step closer, hands propped on your hips while your head tilts.
"i—i want to apologise." he shakes his head like he physically has to ward off the way you are infiltrating his mind. "i'm sorry for what i did that day and for leaving you after it." he is distracted by your scantily covered figure. what are you achieving besides ruining his mind?
"for biting me, for drinking my blood, for ghosting me like you didn't use me like a sex doll, you're sorry?" you speak louder than you intend to but you cannot help it.
"i'm sorry, baby. i didn't want to make you feel used. i'm really sorry. i—" you walk closer and all his words perish before they can even begin.
"this isn't about you, satoru or any of that. we had a deal." you look sexy, you look like sin incarnate when you are his. his to taint, his to touch. his to ruin while he ruins himself. "i can get whatever i ask for, isn't that so?"
he slowly bobs his head in agreement. "you can." his throat feels so dry. he feels like he could not breath during all that time without you.
"you don't want to be around me anymore, that's fine—but it's only fair you fuck yourself out of my system first." you are all pretty and doe eyed. too perfect, too sweet for who he is now. you were plagued by him before but ever since that day he had befuddled your mind. he lives in your head.
he certainly did not expect that.
"i want to be around you. that's all that i—" he tries to correct but you do not seem to care about his input beyond an answer.
"yes or not, is it fair?" he is not used to you sounding this cold, he is not used to you looking at him like you could care less about what he has to say.
"yes. yes, s'fair. i would do anything you say." satoru's voice is worn by the guilt he was being consumed by. he watches as you tug on the loose material of his shirt.
"take it off." your touch drifts lower, thumbing the waist band of his boxers. "these too."
satoru's head is bowed down to stare at you, glancing over your barely clothed body and the unchanging expression on your face.
he licks his lips, pulling his t-shirt over his head.
you are looking at him, over broad built shoulders, bulging biceps, full pecs, defined abs. it is not fair that he has such a body, like he was a meticulously crafted sculpture filled with life. it all tapers into a narrowed waist with an evident trail of white hair down the midline of his carved abdomen.
"baby, can i at least explain first?" he softly speaks but it seems to irritate you, hands reaching for his belt and undoing it yourself. he jerks in surprise but he does not stop you. he swallows hard, erection swelling up so fast he swears all the blood drained from his brain straight to his cock.
your lips are all pouted in some sort of unshaken determination as you unbutton his jeans and send his zipper downwards.
"pretty baby, please." he tries to stop you from sinking down onto your knees right in front of him but you do not relent. you kneel on soft carpet, fingers hooking in his pants and underwear to free his cock, having never seen it before.
it bobs, an inch away from smacking your face and part of you wishes it did not miss.
you act as though you cannot hear him at all, too focused on his cock.
it is twitching already. how can it not? you look too good to be between his legs, licking your lips at the sight of his erection. your finger trails down the crevice of his v-line before you stare at the length. white hair is at the base, trimmed but still a little untamed. the circumference looks wider than your hand. you have to check, he jolts when you grip him, right at the base and sure enough there is space between the tips of your fingers. his balls weigh heavy, why do you sudden want them in your mouth? veins traverse his shaft, some more prominent than others.
it only makes saliva seep into your mouth, you want to lave your tongue over every single one. the pinkish head of his cock is a little wider, the slit seeping with creamy liquid.
"shit—" satoru hisses, his hand reaching up shove his hair back as your warm mouth envelops the tip and you suck lightly. tongue teasing his slit and swirling around the bulbous head.
"you aren't the only one who's pushy." you tut, pressing wet hisses to the base of his cock and thighs. it leaves him breathing hard. the flat of your tongue meets the firmness of his lower abdomen, right above his cock. maintaining eye contact as you drag the slick muscle upwards. over the midline of his abs to his chest, you coat it in spit.
your arms wrap around his shoulders to pull him down, his upper body tilting to let you lick over his pulse. you swipe your tongue wetly, satoru groans when you bite down, it feels good. why does it feel good?
he pinches your waist, bringing you closer. his cock brushes along your stomach, pre catching on the sheer material of your top. you harshly suck down on his skin, not pulling away. inexperience evident because you have never even given a hickey before but it does not matter to him because it feels so good to have your mouth on him.
to be near you. to smell you.
satoru cannot help himself, his large palms hold your cheeks, squeezing a little harder than he intends to but you affect him so deeply he loses control. he brings your mouth to his, humming at the feel of your lips. messily kissing before your tongues coax along each other.
you both move without restraint, licking into each others mouths and pressing harder than you should.
"missed you s'much, baby." he puffs before leaning back to kiss you desperately. his hands caressing your hair as he hums into it.
"s'your fault." you glare at him even as he pecks your lips repeatedly. still reciprocating every one.
"i know." it feels hard to swallow again.
your small palms press on his chest and his tall figure still seems looming even as he sits on the couch. he shoves his pants completely off, your gaze a little more clouded at the sight of thickened thighs. he adjusts, his cock standing swollen with want and his large hands strumming the cushions on either side of him. "where do you want me?" satoru's mouth curves into a little smile.
"you're so cocky." you climb onto his lap, his eyes grow darker at the sight of his erection between both of you.
his touch finds your ass, groping you as he adjusts so that his cock is right against your pussy. leaning right on your stomach. he cannot help it. he has no restraint. he reaches forward to press it against your tummy. "fuck—s'where m'gna reach inside you." he mutters somewhere between disbelief and delight.
your head tilts all innocently, "s'really big." you nibble on your bottom lip and satoru swears you steal all the air from his lungs when you lean in to flick your tongue along his. swiping messily as spit leaks. "it's g'na hurt, toru. you'll pull my pussy apart and fuck it wide open—like you said." it sounds too nasty to be coming out of your mouth.
his cock is already throbbing against you. already spilling liquid.
"m'not going to last if you talk like that." he lets out a laboured breath, his forehead dropping against your shoulder. he sighs in contentment as you caress his hair. "you smell real' good." he absentmindedly says, fingers trailing across your soft skin.
he wants to touch you everywhere, he wants to map out the planes of your flesh and commit it to memory.
you roll your hips against him, friction eliciting a moan from you both as you grind along his stiff cock.
"fuck, baby. you're gorgeous." he squeezes your flesh, wanting more and more of you in his hold. you reach between you, unclasping the hook between your breasts, to reveal them entirely.
satoru looks at you like you have given him endless riches. he reaches up to swipe his thumbs along the swell of your breast, it is not much. "so hot, you make me hard as fuck. just need to be near you and my cock starts swelling." you whine as he throbs between your legs. right against your core, pulsing and twitching.
satoru spares a glance at your neck, "does it hurt?" you shake your head, instead humping your pussy against him with slow grinds. your slick folds rub along his underside, the ridges making your head go blank.
"i won't do it again." his mouth encloses your nipple, looking up at you while sucking your tits for the first time. your pert buds are rolled by his tongue, spit leaving you shivering at he strews marks across your chest.
"i would let you." you mewl, stroking the silky strands of hair. satoru stills.
"don't say that." he says under his breath, nosing the small mound of your tit before nipping it lightly.
"i mean it though." you huff, rubbing your pussy on him harder, a little more desperate.
satoru shakes his head in disapproval, "i like how small these are. s'real cute." he gropes your breast, sucking on your nipple hard before he flicks his tongue over it repeatedly.
"you're a perv." you spew like you are not fucking yourself on his cock, like you are not using the thick shaft to stimulate your clit. your mind goes white with every delicious drag of the bundle of nerves along his length.
"yeah i am." air puffs from his plush pink lips, head falling back as he watches you move on top of him. you rest your hands on his knees, undulating your hips to rub your seeping cunt over his base again and again. "sexy, can't believe you're a virgin. not when you're using my cock like this. s'all yours." you hum.
he wishes you were riding him instead, he wants his cock lodged deep in your silky walls while you bounce up and down on his lap. he wants to prod your cervix and make your stomach bulge all because you are stuffed too full with his fat cock.
"you used me too. s'only fair."
fair. yeah, this is fair.
satoru will never protest. he grips your waist, his hands almost big enough to hold you completely. he guides your movements, thrusting upwards just barely, your pussy is so hot on him. sticky and messy. satoru wants to be inside you, he wants to pound you until your cunt is puffy and full of his seed.
"have to let me stretch you out if you really want me to fuck myself out of your system." he grunts while you warble moans of his name. "you look so pretty like this." he needs to see you, over and over, without end. pretty eyes all watery and fluttery, lips parted with endless moans, your expression is everything satoru needs. he swears he might cum from looking at you only.
it is sudden, your body nears his, hands slipping into his hair, breasts meeting his chest as you hump his cock raw. "stretch me out then." your lips brush with every word. "that way, you can get rid of me faster."
satoru looks furious, you have never seen that expression before. with a jaw so set in anger it looks like it hurts, lips pulled back like he is about to bite. nostrils flaring and eyes glaring but they look so hurt.
every soft feature goes rigid.
he gathers you in strong, bulky arms. he is too muscular, no one would guess from what he wore before. you are clinging to him, unsurely looking at his face.
satoru takes you to your bedroom.
he has been here before, for a late night study session. as always.
the air feels different now. satoru is stripped, in more ways that one. he lacks any of that shyness he had before. he has no qualms taking what he wants. especially when you asked for this.
it is gentle, the way he places you on the bed, caressing your cheek sweetly before he looms over you.
satoru's really big. he is huge.
"i told you to let me talk first, i would've cleared everything up instead you're being mean to me." you breathe a little harder under him, his touch trailing along your body.
"you started it."
he narrows his eyes, "you're acting like a kid." he tuts but truthfully he has to take responsibility for what he did. you are all pouty and glaring at him. you are a cute little thing. "i shouldn't have kissed you that day. that's not how i wanted our first kiss to go and i shouldn't have... touched you that way."
his thumb strokes your inner thigh, some parts of your still covered but your wetness has incessantly coated your panties.
"i liked it."
he huffs "i'm glad—but i always wanted it to be special. everything we did was suppose to be special and instead i pounced on you like an animal." your hand finds his, wrapping around two of his fingers.
"n'i wasn't suppose to bite you. you just smelled so good, smell good right now too. your little cunt smells like she's begging me to take her." your hold tightens. "i shouldn't have avoided you. i want nothing more than to be close to you all the time. i just feel like i ruined everything n' i'm a monster now. can you even forgive me?" his expression is crestfallen.
you look over his features, every part of him that made you like him in the first place. nothing has changed.
"there's nothing to forgive. you're still toru. still my satoru."
he might cry, maybe he is crying but he ignores it to instead kiss you. in the way he should have kissed you for the first time, not starved, just sincere.
his lips move along yours with intent, like he is savouring every ounce you. satoru kisses as if what he feels for you is more than mere likeness.
you reach for his cheek and he nuzzles into your hold almost immediately.
melting.
he does not protest, he lets your thumb tug at his upper lip. you eye the sharper k9 that still appears subtle. the underside of your thumb presses along the bordger, it slips into your flesh like a needle.
when the droplet of blood meets his tongue, satoru groans. his eyes shut tightly, you are a bit in awe as his fangs lengthen.
his eyes are blood red, exactly the same as that day.
"how did it happen?" satoru pursues his lips, swallowing hard before he tugs your panties down. you are so messy, he wonders which part got you this worked up. it is glossy over your cunt, stringing in your panties. the sheer material peels away. your scent hits him full force.
large palms cup the back of your knees to hold you wide open. "she's so pretty, and s'all mine, you're all mine." he pants, a little overtaken by deliriousness.
"don't ignore me."
"m'not, baby. i could never ignore you." he is practically drooling. it is so unfamiliar to see his blue eyes, reddened. you cannot say that you dislike it. he still looks handsome like this. "here's what, i'll answer you if you answer me." he smiles, cheeks all blushed and teeth strikingly white.
satoru leans over you once more, one arm beside your head while the other slips between your spread legs. "already fucking soaked, can't wait to have it on my cock." you are a little too distracted at his bicep bulging right beside your head—in fact it looks bigger than your head.
one thick, long appendage trails between your messy folds, a smirk on his face when your breathing hitches. he prods your entrance teasingly before using your wetness to roll your clit in languid circles.
"that day, i asked you if you fucked your pussy to the thought of me n'you didn't answer."
your eyes roll, jaw hanging as you whine. your hips tilt with every stroke on your bundle of nerves.
"y'know the answer."
"i want to hear you say it." he pinches your clit, smiling when you jolt. you are so reactive and sensitive and you make the cutest noises.
you grind up into his touch, chasing it like you need it to survive. like it is your only semblance of salvation. "i've touched myself while i thought about you." you start, already going dumb the longer he has his hand on you. your mouth feels sticky with endless spit, gaze locked with satoru. "i—i fingered myself... so many times. i would touch myself almost every night n'wished it was you fucking me instead. wanted you in me, wanted you to pound me—really hard."
he looks too delighted, like a sick freak. "huh, my sweet girl isn't so innocent. used to think about me and your pussy would leak. had to make it all better by pumping these little fingers right in that tight cunt. how cute." he coos, lining one finger up with your opening, coated in wetness. he sinks inside, for the first time. satoru feels your syrupy, virgin walls clambering around him. tight and wet and ruination incarnate.
he keeps his attention on your face, the way you grit your teeth and arch your back as he pushes into you. his finger dipping in until his knuckle. "can't pound you if you're this tight. need to stretch this little hole."
you shriek, another finger joining in an uncomfortable stretch despite the copious slick pooling everywhere. "are you going to loosen up for me? or will you lie down and take every inch, even if it makes you cry?" not that it really matters, you are already crying.
he slowly slips his digits out, sinking them back into your heated walls with the same pace. you have the sweetest cunt, he can smell it all. satoru wants to get between your legs and eat it all up. "she's so fucking tight, baby. know she'll squeeze me hard as fuck." he experimentally thrusts, his attention flickering between your pretty face, gauging where you like it more and right back to your leaking hole opening up for his fingers.
your nails dig into his forearm, puffing breathy gasps. it is unlike anything you felt before. despite his unsureness, his fingers are thick and long enough to stroke your walls in a way that makes you writhe. it makes your hips buck, your legs instinctively spreading wider as you lose yourself again and again.
your pussy makes loud wet paps as satoru fucks into you, thumb rubbing mean circles into your clit. "does it feel good?" you mutely hum.
tilting your hips as tears stream down and soak the sheets beneath you. even erotic movements of fingers into dripping, hot pussy makes him hit—"there! fuck, toru. can't think." you whimper but all satoru can focus on is the way you are drooling as he prods that area without relent.
satoru's hand cups your temple, petting your messy tresses, tongue flicking out to messily entangle with yours as he stretches you out. "i do it too."
"huh?" you barely hear his words, your cognisance completely discarded. you are biting your lips raw but you do not try for a second to contain your broken moans.
"masturbate—jerk off ... would rub my cock raw whenever i thought about you." he slurps saliva from your tongue like it is not pooling in your mouth without end. "used to make myself cum n'say your name n'wish i was filling you up instead—i know i shouldn't! but then i start thinkin about spilling my seed deep in this little cunt n'i bet she'll be so greedy for my cum even though she hasn't tasted it before." his speed increases, your slick in sticky strands between your legs as he curls and strokes your walls continuously.
"can you do it in front of me?" he tilts his head, looking like you have awakened something he could not conjure up before.
"yeah—yeah i'll let you watch me jerk off as long as you sink down on my cock after." the visceral moan you let out at the thought has him grinning in approval. "you'll ride me, right? you'll do anything for me."
you nod dumbly, you would never deny him. the stretch of his fingers is mind numbing, every plunge into syrupy slick makes your eyes roll and your heart beat faster.
your thighs tremble and shake, hips rocking while your cunt glistens with excessive wetness. he shoves to his knuckles every single time, cock aching because he anticipates the vice hold he knows you will wrap him up in.
you are entirely soaked, your arousal thick and sticky, smeared on his fingers as he pushes deeper, fucks you harder.
"sweet girl, also been so sweet to me—she's sweet too. taking everything i give her." satoru's face is so close his nose brushes yours, you see reddened eyes flashing blue, smiling enough to make his dimples evident. light sheens on the piercings, you wish he did not spend that weekend alone. you wish you were there for him and that he was not consumed by mania.
your cunt clenches in sharp, desperate rhythms like you want, want, want and will never be satisfied.
he curls them inside you, his palm bumping along your clit. "m'not going to last—toru, seriously—"
your vision goes bleary, your hands scrambling to scrape down his skin, he wishes they would take. he wishes they would leave marks for days but his skin disregards it all.
"she's in love with me, baby. you hear that?" sticky paps, messy squelches. your pussy grips him, rippling around each thrust like she never wants to let him go. as if she had been dying to have him. "she's begging for it."
satoru fucks her relentlessly, digits pistoning in and out. it is all so intoxicating, the sweet saccharine smell of your wetness makes him lose his sense, he can hear every gush of blood pumping into your aorta.
addictive, everything about you is. he jerks, suddenly pulling away to sit back on his haunches, his mouth watering and his cock pulsing. every stroke of fingers filling your cunt smears slick more, sending it along the insides of your thighs and down your ass to soak the sheets.
the tighter you squeeze, the harder he drives into you. your body seems to accommodate him desperately regardless of the building pressure, regardless of the way you are shuddering under him.
"this virgin cunt's all mine, m'going to take her, going to cream so deep inside her." you whimper, tears streaming. you writhe against the sheet. you feel like some instinctive impulse has overtaken you. you should not be entertaining that idea but you swear you are aching to be filled.
satoru has disposed every bit of his rationality. your insides are molten hot and quivering, the drag of his fingers elicits spasms, your syrup dribbling all over him.
satoru does not ease up, he does not give you a break. it might be attributed to his lack of experience because he just works your pussy deeper, harder despite the way you are trembling, despite the way you choke on sobs and cry his name.
he will not stop, not as long as your moans fill the room, raw and unfiltered in a way he is hearing for the first time. "toru i can't." you whine.
"you can, baby. you are." he is panting above you, your sobs break into sharp breathless gasps with every pound of his fingers deep inside you.
"why does it feel—s'good? mmngh—s'too much." snot is leaking from your nose, saliva is caught in your mouth. every time your lips part he sees it stringed between your teeth.
satoru wants you ruined. he wants you nasty. for him and no one else.
throaty whimpers when he curls his fingers just right, broken sobs when he meanly rubs your clit.
he seems to wring every desperate noise humanly possible from you, sounds you never knew you could make.
your head feels light, chest heaving in laboured breaths as you claw at the sheets. satoru watches your plush lips part in a silent scream before a broken moan tears through you.
satoru feels like he died and went to heaven. he is caught up in the obscene mess between your legs, your arousal glazing down his palm and wrist. the thick strands leak from your swollen pussy every time she sucks at his fingers.
you seem to pull him back in with every withdrawal.
your cries grown fractured, frantic. your body overtaken by choked gasps and hitched whines.
"toru—m'going to cum. please—" you babble nonsensically, a fresh wave of tears streaming down your face.
"cum for me, pretty baby. give it to me." satoru groans, spillage sticky on his tip.
your face contorts, jaw slack, doe eyes fluttering shut before they open again just to roll back with overwhelming pleasure. a keening cry is ripped from you, pussy clamping down so hard he swears his fingers can barely move. satoru thinks you look divine.
"that's it, doing so fucking good."
you whimper, his deep voice rocking right through you. like the calm before the storm of your orgasm crashes. it rolls in violent bursts, you gush on his hand, drenching him entirely as your knees knock together. your thighs clamping around his wrist.
your back bows off the bed, muscles locking tight while your expression seesaws between bliss and overstimulation.
"m'fucking obsessed with you." it is maddening. he fucks you through it, pounding his fingers relentlessly to wring out ragged gasps.
your release is copious, dripping in thick ropes down your thighs, pooling under your ass.
your hand reaches up to cover your mouth, sobbing as he fucks into you faster. your hips jerk uncontrollably from the aftershocks, involuntary pulses slurping around him.
"you're so pretty, fuck—s'not fair for you to be this gorgeous." satoru grunts still looming over you, still too entranced by the sight of your sodden pussy to let you breathe.
perspiration coats your skin, your lips bitten raw and your tears seem endless. he draws torn cries from you, body still trembling.
you are wrecked.
he sinks in until his knuckles once more, unmoving as he savours the feeling of your hot, drenched hole. your walls still unbelievably tight.
he cups the back of your knee, holding you open before pressing a kiss to your patella.
"y'okay?"
you bob your head, hair a mess as your cries dissolve to sniffles.
"was really good." your brows furrow. satoru has turned your brain to mush. you whine as he slowly eases out of you though if he is honest, he does not want to leave you.
his eyes seem to gleam, watching your slick coating his hand. "better than you imagined?"
"s'much better." you are hardly coherent, your vision blurred but you can still make out his fingers slipping past his lips to finally taste your essence.
to have his senses overtaken by you coating his tongue.
he needs to have it from the source.
your scent is heavy in the air, sickeningly sweet. he holds your thighs, spreading you wider. satoru opens you up like an alter he would worship at.
your pussy is all puffy and glistening. he leans down to kiss the mound of your cunt, slow and deliberate as he drags his tongue through your folds.
you let out a miffed hum, trembling thighs jolting but large hands keep you in place. "got so lucky with you, my girl tastes so good." his eyes are on yours as he laps up your pussy, the flat of his tongue teasing your swollen lips before circling your clit.
"tell me if you need a break."
you bob your head and the tip of his muscle prods inside. his groan reverberates through your body, sensitive walls fluttering all cutely. satoru fucks his tongue into you with slow, deep licks, drinking in every drop of your cream.
your hips grind against his mouth, chasing the addictive stroke of his tongue. his lips seal around your pussy, savoring the leakage that seeps out without end.
every reverent flick of his tongue sends your mind into a frenzy. all you can think about is him, him, him. working your already stretched pussy, cleaning all the slickness with lazy indulgent strokes until you are shivering.
he leaves wet kisses to your inner thighs, "still okay?"
how can he look so stunning? white strands fluffy as they brush your skin. you like him too much, you are far too obsessed with him now. you bob your head.
"can i have words, pretty baby?" he tuts, lapping at your entrance, the tip of his tongue teasing without plunging.
"m'okay, toru. feels good." your warbled voice goes straight to his cock, has it standing heavy and spilling pre.
a tender kiss meets your clit, licking you like you are the sweetest thing he has ever had the pleasure of tasting. he worships you with his mouth, he would do it over and over. he cannot be satiated just once.
he kisses up your stomach, trailing to your sternum before his lips ghost the flesh still depressed from his bite. "do you want to keep going?" his expressions softens as he pets your hair again. he says it like his cock is not aching, like it is not swollen and blushed borderline red with unfulfilled want.
you are still recovering, thoroughly exhausted. satoru looks every bit of what he used to. his presence is just louder, he just walks without hunched shoulders, now he owns the air around him. now he unapologetically occupies space.
"i do." he is thinking of you saying those words on a different day. where bells chime, petals are sprinkled down an aisle and he is at the end watching you walk down. "i told you what i wanted, you have to give it to me."
his plush lips tip up, appeased at your words.
you legs are parted in anticipation for him, your messy folds gleaming with slick proof of your preparation. for him and no one else.
his heavy cock brushes your thigh, thick and hard and spilling milky liquid. large hands grip your waist, his new found strength leaving you shaken by the pressure. "you want me to fuck it out. me. every thought of me, everything about me. that's all you need me to do?" he sounds exasperated like the thought of this night ending killed him. "i hope you know one time won't be enough for me, i need you more. i need you to fucking breathe."
what a confession.
his sharp features are soft, his plush lips pursue like he has so much to say, like he is fighting back pleads. for you to stay by his side and never leave.
you cup his face, bringing his face right in front of yours. every exhale his inhale.
"then breathe. cause m'yours."
his muscles flex, his body jolting. your heartbeat hammering in his ear. all his, you were made for it.
teeth knock in a desperate kiss, spit weighing on your tongue and messily exchanged. satoru whines into your mouth like you are his salvation after signing a death sentence.
"tell me if i hurt you, if you need to stop then—" he reaches for his cock, stinging when he squeezes the base after being neglected for so long.
his swollen head, shining with liquid pats against your clit with a wet impact.
every coherent thought is forgotten. all satoru can think about is stuffing himself inside of you and fucking you open.
his breaths shake as he drags the broad crown through your folds, prodding your sodden hole. "toru." you whimper, lips pouted. your attention is locked on to his cock finally being coated in your wetness. it is so big. so big you can hardly imagine it all fitting inside you.
satoru looks too big for you.
you shudder as he glides his cock head between your lips repeatedly, pre-cum mixing with your arousal.
"tell me if you can't handle it—please, baby." satoru's voice is already straining, he is already wavering. he wonders if he will be able to hold the weight of his body up once he has your gummy walls clamped down on his cock.
he grips his base so tight it is borderline painful, lining himself up with your entrance. a cracked whimper falls from his mouth as he breaches the opening of your cunt, all tight and untested and untouched and barely stretched.
you tense, thighs jolting once he begins to push into you. satoru's eyes flick up to your face, gauging any discomfort but you just look insanely flustered. he lets out a shaky chuckle, focusing on your cunt stretched around his perimeter to swallow his bulbous head as he pulls you apart in a way you have never experienced.
"i need you, t'relax. please, just ease up. cause you're gripping me too tight, right now. i can't think." he rambles, the muscles in his back rippling as he struggles to contain himself. he struggles to stop himself from slamming all the way inside you, he struggles to not bust his load when he has not even seated his cock in full.
"m'sorry." your nails scrape down his chest, your eyes all doe and watery.
"you're being sweet for me, taking it so well. i promise, i just—can't fit if you keep squeezing me like this." he tries to reassure you, he tries to hold himself together when you pussy has him spiralling.
you are so wet, it drenches his head like second skin.
satoru pecks your forehead, before his cheek rests on your hair. he covers you entirely, he crowds over you completely. you feel like once he is around, you are untouchable.
your legs hitch higher on his hips, face burying in his chest. your walls flutter in resistance despite you willing away the instinct. the relentless invasion demands your walls to yield as satoru surges forward, plunging his head and some into your cunt.
you cry into firm muscle, his nuzzling only making you grow dumber.
"hey." he brokenly starts, voice catching on a groan. "we should count." he suddenly jerks his hips forward, fucking more into you. it has you shrieking, it has your nails digging into his back. "every inch."
you can barely hold onto the planes of extensive muscle.
"you keep squeezing n'clenching. it's like you want to drive me crazy." your body struggles to accommodate the sheer thickness of him.
"fuck, satoru." your little body violently flinches under him as he draws back and fucks more of himself into you. it is more than you expect, it feels like too much for you to handle.
"tell me how many inches that is." he tuts, sounding unaffected when really he is on the verge of collapse.
you try to gauge it, he feels deep enough to make your mind go blank. there must not be much more right? one more thrust and he should be inside you fully, right?
"is it like—five?" you clutch at his larger body, clambering for something—anything to keep you afloat.
satoru hardly suppresses a laugh, in fact he does not even try to stop it. it is guttural and low, it trails into a groan. "should i be offended?" his hips pull back. "that was three." he strokes your hair all sweetly, there is nothing particularly sweet about how meanly he thrusts. "this is five." your entire body lurches under him, shrieking.
too full, it is too full.
it is too sudden and it aches, he pulls your messy walls apart and stuffs you more full than you have ever been or expected to be.
all your muscles feel like they are seizing up and then you melt into a puddle under him.
you are cradled to his chest, a mess. a sweaty, tear ridden mess.
you have seen his cock before, when the head was peeking between your thighs. when you so boldly took his head within the confines of your mouth. now it is inside you.
satoru pulls back, his weight slightly dropping on you. his arms wrapping around your waist instead to keep you flush to his hard body.
you puff air into his face, head tilting back to wetly peck his pinky lips.
he smiles against your mouth. "that's not all."
"huh?" you choke out incredulously.
"my cock." the one that is pulsing raw inside of you. "still have so much to give you."
"satoru, you're kidding." you are already short of breath. you are already a fucked dumb mess and he has not even fucked you yet.
"m'not."
he squeezes you a little tighter, eyes locked on yours. he advances, every inch feeling like a conquest. seeing you grit your teeth without complaint despite your pretty little cunt struggling to adjust around him.
satoru curses, mouth muting your cries as he shoves it all in. he stretches you way past your limit. the drag of his heavy cock is hot and thick and too much and still you take it. still you raise your hips to meet his like you are offering it all to him.
he huffs ragged breaths, relishing the feel of your cunt. dying to fuck you until he has carved the shape of his cock within you. he bottoms out with a loud pap, your slick splattering and coating his length.
you are trembling and so is he. finally being seated fully inside of you, his balls weighing heavy on your ass just aching to be emptied. the first-time fullness is somewhere between painful and delightful, you already find yourself wanting it again and again.
his hesitation keeps him unmoving, devoid of air, pelvis flush to yours and shaking at the tight, involuntary pulses of your pussy along his cock.
his biceps bulge as his arms rest on either side of your head, shocks of pleasure shooting up his spine with every flutter of your walls.
"are you okay, baby?" he noses your cheek, face softening more because you look too precious.
"mhm, s'just a lot, you're too big for me." your voice is tattered, you are all pouty and too pretty to be real.
he kisses away your tears, "nah, i'm made for you." he slowly breathes, his hands tightly fisting the sheets the longer he remains within the vice confines of your pussy. he swears he might cum right here, right now.
the relentless pressure almost undoes him before he really experiences your cunt.
a low groan tears from his throat, pulling out only half way because your velvety insides refuse to let him go. when he fucks into you, somewhat deeper this time you are flinching. he hits too far, he goes too rough, his own inexperience evident because the motion comes clumsy but it still feels good.
"satoru, toru. can feel it—can feel it here." you reach between you, he pulls away to allow it. a whiny gasp spilling from his mouth when you clutch your tummy.
he can see it, him, his cock. he sits back, torn between dropping all his weight on top of you while he raws your cunt with reckless abandon and this—the sight of you in ruins, tresses splayed, face stained, your legs hitched to your chest and your pussy pulled so, so wide. but that is not all that wrecks him, somehow—someway not an inch, not even a centimetre of his cock is visible. no satoru has your pussy lips spread around the perimeter of his base, mushed to his pelvis with slick soaking the hair between you. you swallow him whole. his gaze shakes, your hand is cupping your stomach. he knows his cock lurches when he sees it cause you mewl all cutely, your tummy is distended, the outline of his mushroom tip evident.
he knew he was far too much for you but seeing it leaves him hanging by a thread. "i don't think i can be gentle." he looks like a man crazed, holding the backs of you thighs as he starts fucking you properly. the first few strokes are slow, no real rhythm and then it picks up.
hard and bruising.
satoru swears he loses another ounce of sanity every time he sees the bulge reappear. every time he realises he's so deep in your guts you are shaking under him.
the stretch of his cock is almost unbearable but your pussy is greedy and hungry for him, regardless of it all. you make him falter, you make him thrust into you erratically, every breath a ragged burst like no amount of air could possibly be enough for him.
"i like you. like you so much, it drives me crazy. m'crazy about you—for you. i can't be without you." he babbles, any coolness does not seem feasible right now, he cannot maintain it. not when your pussy is overriding his mind.
he sees his cock glide in and out, dripping, coated, slick with strands of wetness. still seeping down your ass, still splattering with wet squelches. your juice wets the hair around his base, streaming down his balls and getting him messier.
every glide back into you is met with some resistance and then surrender, your body rocks under the weight of his thrusts. the sensation is wrecking him in every way. his cock is throbbing and pulsing already, desperately needing to spill.
your tightness threatens to unravel him, satoru needs to take so much. he needs to have so much to gain some sanity.
satoru brings your legs to his broad shoulders, pressing them against your chest in a brutal mating press.
you cry, your body writhing. he leans down, lips crashing into yours to kiss you in a way that screams uncontrolled hunger. his fangs scrape your lip lightly. still pumping his hips, still making your cunt his home.
his cock twitches uncontrollably, every vein pulsing as his tongue wetly slides along yours. it is messy, mirroring the way he repeatedly stuffs you to the hilt. his balls meet your ass with harsh smacks, creamy liquid frothing up.
you babble his name, whimpering while your walls flutter. hands tangled in his hair, pulling him back in to swallow every moan.
his hips jerking without restraint, his thrusts growing shallower, too focused on staying inside you. desperate for it, to savour the feeling of your walls as he lays claim.
your cunt grips him tighter—impossibly tight, and he breaks the kiss with a breathy curse. "fuck, baby. what are you doing to me?" his chain hangs in your face, the bed creaking under the aggressive slam of his hips into yours.
your cunt sounds like she is slurping every inch, like she is really in love with him. his forehead presses into yours, satoru is struggling to hold on.
his hefty weight pins you to the mattress, legs folded to keep your knees to your shoulders. your hands scramble, scraping on his skin so hard it cuts into him each time only to heal a moment later.
satoru is massive, satoru really is too big for you. every harsh slam of his hips stretches you wider, it stuffs him deeper, it taints your walls that had been so untouched before him.
his swollen head bullies your cervix, he makes your stomach bulge every single time, he pumps far more into your body than you ever anticipated.
virgin desperation overtakes him, the snap of his hips growing sloppy and uneven. satoru fucks like he is chasing something, he fucks by stuffing his cock head at a depth that you have never even touched.
he stuffs you beyond reason, the nasty slap of his balls on your ass making you more flustered. satoru's fat cock splits you open, he is overwhelmed and overstimulated and still unable to stop, to pause, to let himself catch a breath.
he is flushed, blush coats his cheeks, tachypnea consuming him. satoru holds you down and fucks you harder, faster, sinking deeper like he wants to embed the feel of his cock in you. to give you a permanent craving so you can never leave him.
your body bows, cock pulsing right at your womb. you just lie down and take it, you cannot think when he is fucking away at your cunt. every rut deliciously rubs at your sensitive clit.
"you're just letting me do whatever i want with you." his voice is torn and exhausted.
"uh huh." why would you ever refuse him?
your entire body is slick with sweat, satoru feels like you are begging for cum. your pussy grips him impossibly hard like she desperately wants him to stay.
satoru rams into your deepest crest, he makes your stomach ripple repeatedly with the outline of him.
"i can't—" he chokes, fucking you with untamed urgency. your walls feel like heaven on earth. like he signed himself away but it was worth it as long as he had you.
you clench in reflexive spasms, like you are tethering the line between pushing him out and sucking him in.
"have such a pretty girl on my cock. so tight, this pussy is so tight." he huffs. his eyes on you with so much admiration and desire like you are all his dreams come true.
he hits places that leave you drooling and breathless, it makes your vision blur, it makes your back bow under the pressure of his weight.
satoru has overtaken you in every way, he is filling you, he is pulling you wide open, he is battering your cervix with every frantic surge.
"g'na cum. so fucking hard. g'na give you my seed. need to cum deep inside you—you won't be able to get it out of this pretty pussy." his orgasm is creeping up his back, it is grappling up his throbbing shaft. "can i cum inside?"
"yes! want it, toru. please." he holds you tighter, in a way that will bruise, angling your little body to take him impossibly deep. you are at his mercy as he obscenely raws your pussy, his girth has your walls helplessly trembling around you. pre-cum in thick, slick strands pools inside you as he desperately pounds you open.
you can feel him swelling, his thick base stretching you wider as his balls draw tight. he can barely pull out, shallowly humping your battered pussy before slamming in hard enough to leave you breathless.
buried straight to the hilt, hot, thick ropes of syrupy cum shoot in your deepest walls. it floods and coats and claims. your pussy milks him dry, every clench in time with his ragged breaths. you are creaming too, you are squeezing him and cumming all over his length. it is all that he had been dying to feel.
he grinds deep, he stuffs and plugs you full, forcing every last drop inside your cunt that greedily takes it all.
you are utterly ruined and so is he.
the thickness of excessive cum sloshes inside your used up cunt. his body covering yours but he is careful to not fully drop his weight on you.
"my baby, you did so good. m'obsessed with you." he pecks your lips, drinking down your cries. "took it so well, got all my cum in you. you're my girl."
"i am."
he pecks your mouth, brushing your hair back and staying close.
his eyes still shine red but they are blown so wide, black overtakes them.
satoru nuzzles your cheek before holding you open to watch as he eases out. slick caught in hair, thick strands netted between your bodies and coating his shaft as he pulls out. he is entranced, he is intoxicated as his cock unplugs your brimming pussy and she clamps down to spill his seed. your cunt is used and puffy and satoru wants to see you like this for the rest of his life.
"that's so fucking hot." he groans, milky liquid seeping down to join the puddle staining the sheets. "you're so perfect. my pretty girl." you whine and satoru is back to kissing your face.
"what's wrong, baby?" you are still heavy on his cock, still oversensitive from his lack of restraint but you look so distressed.
"lie down with me." you pout. he is happy to oblige.
he brings you right up against his side, his hand coaxing through your hair in a way that will surely lull you to sleep. your chin digs into his full chest, lids growing heavier from his petting.
"you still didn't tell me how it happened." he finds you too cute.
"ah, that's what this is about." he avoids your eyes, tongue swiping along his extended teeth. "it's stupid, unbearably stupid." he throws his head back like he is grasping at straws, unable to find the right words. "i got bitten."
"by another vampire?" the word feels foreign on your tongue, you cannot help that jealousy begins to rear its head at the thought of him with anyone else.
"no silly." he pinches your nose although he knows every bit of this is nonsensical. "by a bat."
"oh. like spiderman?" you tilt your head all cutely. satoru is blushing, he knows it without a doubt. "are you going to save the world now?"
he lowly chuckles, a fond look on his face. "as long as you're my mj, count me in." he swallows again. "i did some research—for lack of a better word, s'not like it had a lot out there but it's some parasitic nanovirus. messed with my genome and now i'm like this. i couldn't sleep all weekend, i was too busy sticking needles in my face and jumping out the window because all of a sudden i can regenerate. and i can see." it would be amusing if the situation was a little less severe.
you stroke his chin. "i like when you wear your glasses but i guess if you don't need them..." you will silently mourn it.
"i can still wear em' for you." satoru cups the back of your head, admiring your features. "i feel like i lost my soul when it was only suppose to be yours." satoru feels like he signed a contract without reading the fine print.
"you still are." your finger moves to trace his lower lip. full and pink and slightly swollen from your kisses. you are thinking, you are deliberating if you should say it. "you said that it's a parasitic nanovirus—adaptive, self-replicating. that means it spreads through ... exchange." his seed is leaking out of you, why did he not realise? for an intelligent man, he cannot think clearly when he is around you.
satoru has already pulled you in, head below the water. he has fucked up, this is why he was avoiding you in the first place. this is why he wanted to keep his distance. his judgement lapsed for the second time.
you can see the panic building, "i want you to kiss me, i want you to make me yours again." to seal your fate.
he considers you, he cannot deliberate now. it would only take a day for it to overtake you like it did him. he pulls you in, your hand resting on his throat as he viciously digs his teeth into your lip. you hear an unnerving crunch under the weight, the metallic taste of blood pooling in your mouth and his follows.
all that spit he drooled into your mouth earlier is replaced by streaks of red. tongues languidly moving in desperate strokes, satoru has tainted you in so many ways. satoru has ruined himself and destroyed you along the way.
there is no attempt to run away instead you dive headfirst.
his blood and yours intermingles on your tongue before a second thought is viable.
whatever fucked up monstrosity corrupting him from the inside out loves you too.
I’m not even that crazy for older men, but DAMN you make me go insane with these plots, every single one of them is so unique in their own way. They all scratch my brain in very awesome ways. Loveeeee you 💕
i'm literally blushing!!! i love me some older men. like idc if you're forty i need you (heavily directed at someone older nanami)
love u lots, will do my best to come up w more plots <3333
THIS NAOYA COP FIC WAS INSANE OMGGGGGGGGG IM SHAKING NAOYA CONTENT IS SO RARE PLSS CAN U TAG ME IN ANYTHINGGGGG OF HIS I CANNOT MISS ANY OF THIS SCRUMPTIOUS SMAU
i #NEED to write more for him, if evil man why so sexy !!!???
oh my gosh, ur fic ‘bad boys always win’ is soooo good <333 i had so much fun reading it and love how u had yuji and sukuna come up with the plan to make her have sex with the both of them!!! can’t wait to read whatever u write next :) ❤️
IM SO HAPPY U ENJOYED READING IT. i had it down for so long and no matter how much i added or took away i was never completely satisfied. so it means a lot that u liked the final product
i'll definitely come up w more interesting plots going forward
Hiii I don’t want to rush you but I’m a big fan of the company fic w gojo and I was wondering if you had any plans on continuing it? It’s perfectly fine if you don’t I was js wondering !!! Xoxo
i love company gojo as well 😖😖 he deserves justice. i do have plans to finish all my series by the end of the year so i'll definitely work on getting it completed although it might take a while
--͙[ryomen sukuna x female! reader x yuji itadori]-͙-
╰┈➤ word count; 16,305
╰┈➤ rundown; yuji's used to you tossing him aside and acting all ditzy for his older brother after all, good girls always fall for bad boys.
╰┈➤ caution; INCEST (yuji & sukuna kiss twice), yn & yuji are 20, sukuna is 22, THREESOME, mentions of virginity loss (but not written), corruption kink, weed usage, shotgunning, no prep, public sex, unprotected sex, spit kink, creampie, hickies, sukuna is mean for a bit, car sex, sloppy seconds, dacryphilia, unrealistic amounts of cum, mentions of recording during sex, voyeurism (male masturbation during it), doggy, prone and missonary, oral sex (f&m receiving), deepthroating, throatfucking, size kink & difference heavily mentioned, dumbification, pussyslapping, tonguefucking, choking, manhandling, use of the words slut, whore & fucktoy, sukuna has pubic hair. psa a man who yearns is a man who earns (or maybe has a plan that works).
^ super long but i wanted to cover everything. pls lmk if there's anything else i should add !!
yuji knew you, he knew you when you were innocent and naive. long sleeves and layered clothing have transformed into tight crop tops and mini skirts.
your sweet candy has been replaced by blunts.
still, yuji remembers you before you were chasing after his older brother, acting all ditzy and dopey for him. like you would change everything about yourself if it meant pleasing him.
yuji hates it.
he tries to convince himself that he hates the way you changed, that his heart is aching for you to revert back to your ways. be untouched, be untainted. he tells himself that is the real reason for his irritation but there is a voice in the back of his head.
constantly fighting against suppression, you wish she changed for you, you wish she acted like there was empty space between her ears for you. he would never admit it.
it is hard to conceal his feelings when he constantly sees you with his brother.
he gets to kiss you as he pleases. he gets to slip his hand beneath your skirt and grope your ass like he owns you.
he has grown cocky, it is justified for him to act that way after you gave him every reason to.
you bend over backwards to please his every desire. his finger brushes a little high on your thigh and you are letting him whisk you to his room. you abandon yuji's company in favor of spreading your legs for sukuna.
yuji should be used to it by now. it has happened too many times to count.
and while you are not aware, he has looked through the seam of sukuna's bedroom door. yuji swears it was intentionally left open and he saw sukuna's body dwarf yours while he fucked you. he has seen sukuna roughly shove your face against his sheets, he has seen him manhandle you into different positions. he has seen you cry and moan and fall apart around the thickness of sukuna's cock.
yuji has tried to imagine it was him instead, it was easy to contort the larger, more muscular figure of sukuna into himself. to wipe away the tattoos and pretend it was him. that he was the one who had you.
it should have been him instead.
when sukuna has his fill, he sends you downstairs, your messy hair barely tamed by your fingers raking through them. your lip tint almost entirely gone. your eyes red and low, almost high out of your mind. he sends you right back to yuji and you are sitting down next to him like you were not screaming his brother's name a moment before.
and yuji is a fool for you, he continues to prove it.
that is why he drove you to this party, you hardly had to beg. in fact, you asked once and he was at your beck and call.
"ji!" you have to shout for him to hear you over the blaring music, there are too many people in this house. drunk and high and still they make space for yuji.
he is the university's star athlete after all, yuji has the respect of everyone but his reputation differs from sukuna. this is his older brother's domain.
yuji realised that once he moved into his apartment. everyone knows sukuna as charming and unforgettable. meeting him once is enough to leave an everlasting impression.
"my feet hurt." you huff, your voice whiny and so adorable. yuji wants to hear you say his name over and over again, scream and cry it. whine for him like you are right now.
your arm is wrapped around his, confining it to your hold as yuji bumps fists with a few other guys.
he has to act like his heart is not beating out of his chest.
"i told you not to wear heels." he attempts to scold you but he wilts when his eyes land on your pouted lips. yuji wants to kiss it away, he wants to press his mouth to yours and feel your tongue messily gliding along his but that want is unrequited. it is all one sided.
the worst part is you are unaware of how deeply you affect him. he notices the way your face contorts in irritation at the loud music, at the dim lights, at the people who still brush against you even when they move out of the way.
parties were never your thing. you did not even have a clue about this lifestyle until you met sukuna. he was delighted to bring you along with him, to infect your innocence and let it fester.
you were so easy because you loved how he kept you in his lap and told everyone you were his woman. how he was overly touchy and only paid attention to you. he would grip your hips and guide you to dance against him and everyone knew he was as gone for you as you were for him.
you grew to love it. it meant you got to be near sukuna and that was all that mattered to you.
yuji hated it but sometimes he experienced things like this, you clinging to his arm in the middle of a party. he felt like your lifeline. when you hug yourself to him, your other arm reaching up to grip his bicep, he flexes instinctively. why do you do that? you make it hard to not like you. a simple touch is enough to make his cheeks flush and his heart stutter.
he loves the way your hands feel on him, you feel right.
it is short lived, it always is.
he feels the shift in the air before sukuna comes into sight.
everything about you lights up, like you were existing before but now you are living.
"kuna!" your excited voice chirps. you are abandoning him. you are dropping his arm and taking hurried steps in sukuna's direction.
as soon as sukuna is around, yuji's presence is reduced to nothing.
a moment before you were saying his name, now you are calling for his brother with so much affection.
you toss him aside and run off to the one you really love.
yuji expects it, you always do this, it would take a miracle for you to act differently.
he cannot deny that it wrecks his heart every time. he watches you throw your arms around sukuna's waist and nuzzle your face against his chest with complete familiarity.
sukuna secures you to his side, his friends greeting you before they excuse themselves.
yuji's hands tighten into fists, his body still in the middle of the party, he is slowly being lost in the crowd. his view of you and sukuna being blocked as people pass by.
sukuna's narrow eyes find him, a sly grin, emulating nothing but arrogance crosses his face before he leans down to kiss you.
yuji wishes he had the opportunity to do that, his jaw clenches so hard it aches. he wants to be in sukuna's place.
everything in him begs to look away, to spare himself the grief but he cannot.
he has his eyes locked on you, wrapped up in sukuna's embrace as his tongue slips deep into your mouth. you only kiss like that when you belong to someone.
sukuna kisses with intent, like he has a point to prove. and you.
you look so gorgeous when you are being kissed. you look so delicate.
you are perfection.
no, yuji's eyes cannot leave you. he has to watch sukuna touch your body without restraint as he takes you to the balcony.
he has to watch you go off with his brother, knowing you are about to get fucked like it does not tear his heart to bits.
he is not who you want.
---
you are shivering, the cold air caressing every inch of your scantily covered body. sukuna shuts the sliding door, his large palm slipping down the slope of your ass. his touch feels so warm on you.
"new skirt?" a thick finger tugs at the hem before he lets it snap back into place.
"mmhm. matches your eyes too." you have to tilt your head back to look at him and you look over every inch of his face like he has taken the moon from the sky and gifted it to you.
the corners of his mouth pull into a smile, sharp canines glimmering under the light.
"suits you." he breathes a little harder and then he yanks you into him like he needs to destroy the distance. "you look so fucking good, doll. couldn't wait for you to get here." sukuna presses a soft kiss to your glossy lips, he has to lean down so you can cup his cheeks.
you openmouthedly kiss, your body firmly pressed to the hardness of him.
he smiles into it, a couple months ago you hardly knew how to do it but here you are, laying claim. the taste of hennessy is thick in his mouth but your kiss is sweet enough to drown it all out.
"did you miss me?" he pecks your mouth again, he loves kissing you. he loves having your gloss smeared on his lips, he wears it like a badge of honour.
"sooo much." your love drunk voice purrs, acting as if you did not see him earlier today.
all your obsession is warranted though! he is your first, he is everything to you. you are bound to be attached to him.
he presses a wet kiss to your cheek, his hand gently massaging your ass as he brings the blunt to his mouth. you are entirely love struck, your eyes skimming over brushed back hair, the defined line of his jaw, supple lips. he is too handsome.
it is criminal.
he nods his head, urging you closer. you are tip toeing to be near him. your lips part and sukuna sends a stream of smoke right between them.
you only do these things because of him.
"good girl." you whine right into his face, desperate for any bit of his approval. even an ounce would suffice. you live to hear praises pour from his mouth. you live to be good for him. he stubs the bud and discards it. "what are you wearing under this?"
he is walking you back, towering above you and caging you in muscular arms.
"the new ones you bought for me." you are giggling. the only thing covering your cunt might as well be strings. they match his eyes too.
he flashes you another smile, his hands become greedier, exploring more of your body. your waist, your hips, your thighs. he is groping and fondling every inch.
"so sexy, baby." his voice is lower, mouth finding yours and messily kissing you. he tilts his head, spit mixing as he kisses you so zealously you are having trouble following.
you flinch in surprise when he suddenly starts tugging your skirt upwards. you lightly push at his shoulders but even as you separate, his mouth finds your neck. he leaves heated kisses to the column of your throat.
it makes you dizzy.
your breath catches when he sucks down and his hand slips between your legs to cup your pussy. his fingertip trails between your folds, nestling the material of your underwear between them. "leaking already." he hums before his lips enclose lower on your neck.
of course you are wet, it feels good! he feels good. he knows your body like the back of his hand, he made you this way.
"we're doing it here?" you manage to choke out, you unsurely glance at the sliding doors. a simple tug at the curtain would reveal your precarious position to everyone.
sukuna pulls back, an almost mocking look on his face, he brushes his fingers along your cheek all sweetly, "i almost forgot i was talking to a prissy virgin." he quips before ravaging your neck again.
you are mutely whining at the feeling of his hot tongue searing into your skin.
"m'not anymore," it is hard to get the words out when sukuna is draining you of any sense.
"yeah, i've fucked you so many times, your little v-card didn't stand a chance." his laugh is taunting now that he is looking at you. he straightens up, his hands leaving your body and you hate that coldness washes over you instantly. "we don't have to, we can head back inside." his finger tips your chin playfully before he reaches down to adjust his stiffened cock, tucking it into his waistband.
the problem is you do not want to throw this moment away. you do not want to cut it short.
you want to be alone with him.
your smaller hand finds his wrist bringing his touch to your breast, he squeezes it instinctively. sukuna's eyes grow darker when you whimper.
so easy for him, so responsive and compliant.
you are perfect. you are exactly what he needs.
you are not even wearing a bra, your nipples have been stiffened and imprinted against your top the entire time. sukuna likes that he made you this way. he destroyed you.
"you're so sweet to me, i don't deserve you. need to get in your messy cunt, right now." in one quick movement your shirt is up and your tits are exposed. he dives down to lavish them with his slick tongue.
your shoulders jolt as spit coats your nipple before sukuna engulfs it in his warm mouth. his body is purely muscle and he has you pressed against him, it only gets you wetter, it only intensifies the desire quelling within you.
"my baby has the prettiest tits," he lowly whistles, you are already panting. "be good for me."
you bob your head, "always, kuna." you are the most precious thing alive. you are priceless and you are sukuna's. he flashes you a charming smile, pecking your pouted lips before he turns you and guides your hands to the railing.
his broad chest meets your back and it sends sparks throughout your being. sukuna has you enraptured. he has you senseless where he is involved.
sukuna has you leaning over with your ass perched out for him. your skirt hiked up enough to reveal your bare cheeks and the swell of your cunt. when he is towering over you in this setting, he is reminded of how little you are compared to him but you take him like you were made for him, every single time.
you let him manhandle and touch and fuck you.
he lowly curses, hips pressing against you, sighing when his erection meets the softness of you. he is addicted to the feeling of you.
his cock is so hard it hurts.
"i really need to fuck you." he huffs. his chains clinking as he rolls his hips against your ass.
"then fuck me." you sound too good to be saying that. you were suppose to be more than this. your downfall started the moment you got yourself entangled with him.
"i'm a lucky bastard, huh? got a pretty little thing like you." you hum in response, biting your lip as large palms caress your ass before lifting your skirt to your hips.
he steps back, a finger hooking in the string of your thong. "fuck, that's hot." the taut material molds to your cunt.
you are soaking, he can see it from here. he can see the outline of your pussy and he is dying to stuff his aching cock inside.
"so easy for me, i suck your tits and your cunt starts crying." you jolt when he tears them down to reveal your puffy pussy, your lips gleaming. tempting him, begging for him.
sukuna is dizzy.
callous fingers collect the wetness, teasing your slit before he slowly sinks a thick digit into you. your pussy is still unyielding despite the countless times he has pounded you open. he squeezes your ass as he fills you, your syrupy walls clenching down too tightly.
"m'dying to have this pretty cunt gripping me." he pumps into you, slick coating him as he repeatedly strokes your swollen insides. his cock is throbbing, he cannot wait much longer.
he repeatedly shoves into you, chuckling at the girlish shriek that escapes you when he suddenly adds another.
"put it in already." you huff under your breath, you need more. you push back like you are desperate for him to be deeper, for him to please places that cannot be reached by his fingers alone.
"you're that greedy for my cock?" he leaves a kiss to you shoulder, still fucking into your cunt as he fumbles with his belt. the clink of his buckle meets your ears and the weight of his heavy cock brushes along your thigh. you can already hear him breathing harder. "don't think i can go easy on you right now."
he crowds over you, his large frame caging you as he nuzzles his face into your neck. you lean into him, your hips instinctively rolling while his fingers slip in and out of you with no resistance. the sloppy noises of your messy cunt meeting your ears. "promise i'll make it up to you later." his deep voice coos. you look at him, lips pouted. he wants to eat you alive.
he pulls out, his eyes never leaving yours as he wraps a hand around his cock and guides it to your cunt. he watches it all, the way you hiss when he leaves your pussy empty and the way your lips part in a broken moan when his swollen head just barely stretches you open.
everything flashes white. you feel a large hand clamp over your mouth and then you feel pain. hips roughly hitting your ass, his cock plunged from head to base deep into your guts. it hurts.
his entire length, reddened and throbbing is encompassed by your heavenly insides. squeezing down on him like you have before. when you feel like this, how can he stay sane?
your moans are caught by his palms, your tears are too. but you do not run, you do not even try to.
instead you push back into him, you swear he has shoved his cock so far inside it kisses your cervix.
a tandem of curses leaves sukuna as he revels in the feeling of hot, tight walls clamping and clenching down on him continuously. he presses sweet wet kisses to your face, rubbing his cheek to yours as an apology.
he keeps his pelvis firmly against you. your legs are already incredibly tense. "you took it so well, so perfect for me."
you keen at the praise, your watery eyes on him. it pulls at his heart.
sukuna turned you into this. he ruined you like this. it makes him crowd over you more, you swear the weight of him destroys all your coherence.
you are engulfed by his scent, you can feel every muscle of his hardened chest and abs burning into your back. "are you okay?" his low voice rids you of any sanity. you nod as best as you can, your cunt fluttering down his hardness. tracing every vein and bump.
your eyes roll when he pulls out and slams back in almost immediately. you shriek into his palm, your fingers scrambling on the railing.
it is mind numbing. it feels too good. he does it again, your back arching at the feeling. sukuna has you speared on his cock that is too big for you and every time you are stretched around the perimeter, you grow dumber.
"can't get enough of this cunt." he huffs and then his muscular arm brings you closer to him. if it were even possible to be closer. "i can't get enough of you." he has said that before.
right now, it sounds different.
he uncovers your mouth, he is sweet enough to swallow your cries with nasty open mouthed kisses. his thrusts growing quicker and harder, his hands anchoring on your hips and gripping hard enough to bruise. his tongue glides along yours, teeth knocking as he consumes you whole.
he has overtaken your mind, body and soul. he has become your life.
sukuna has made you entirely his.
a sly grin spreads across his lips when he pulls back and you moan right in his face. his eyes are flashing like it pleases him to have you at his mercy. your slick covers his cock, webs along him and between your thighs. stains the hairs at his base.
it is all so messy. you used to be so prim and proper. what happened?
the reason is currently drilling into you, "you should keep it down unless you want them to know you're taking my cock out here." your ass ripples every time his pelvis smacks into you. your hands tightly holding the railing as your legs grow weaker. "but i bet everyone already knows you let me fuck you whenever i want."
he likes it that way.
the teasing lite to his voice sounds different. everything feels different but you have no clue why.
sukuna is holding you like someone will rip you away and he is fucking you like this is the last time.
it is rough and rushed and somehow you think he is trying to shape you around him. to map out the ridges of his cock within you so no one else can ever fill them.
"how can you be this tight? this pussy's only for me to fuck. was made for me." he groans before his tongue finds its way back into your mouth.
"m'yours. all yours." your voice is broken by moans and you sound all slutty when sukuna is pounding you open.
your pussy drenching his cock, weeping sticky liquid and soaking him. coating his heavy balls that wetly smack against you with every weighted thrust.
it all means you are his.
sukuna finds nirvana in your gushy cunt, he cannot live without it. he could die happy wrapped in your vice walls.
truthfully, if someone looked past the curtains, they would know that he is fucking you.
they would know that sukuna has his hefty cock ripping through your battered pussy, they would know that sukuna has your slit pulled wide around him and she is leaking copiously around him.
anything otherwise is inconceivable when his belt buckle makes a sound every time his hips smack against your ass, he is going so hard the sound of skin meeting skin is loud. he is hunched over you like a rabid animal.
if they looked closely they would see his tense muscles imprinting through his shirt as he bullies your little hole with a cock that is too big.
they might even hear your muted whimpers that are sooo sexed out if they stuck around long enough.
although their first clue might be the little puddle formed on the floor from the slick cream collecting at his base!
you both have long forgotten about the possibility of an audience.
he reaches down to stroke your neglected clit. his thrusts are deep, even and stroking every inch of your gummy walls. your legs are trembling and drool leaks down your jaw. no matter how much you swallow, saliva pools in your mouth.
sukuna is groaning into your ear and you feel the cold weight of his chain hitting your exposed skin. "fuck, i'm going to cum in you, going to fill your pussy up with so much cum you won't be able to get it out."
you are pulled apart too widely, your pussy being battered with every fuck of his hips and your mind growing emptier by the second. all you can think about is him.
"need your cum in me, kuna. need it so bad." you meet his thrusts, your legs unsteady and your cunt thoroughly ruined.
"take it then, fucking take it all. don't waste a drop." he says through gritted teeth, quickening his strokes of your clit. your pussy clamps down on him in a way that is unbearably tight as you cream.
his hips pound into you, his cock throbbing within your walls before he kisses you. it is uncoordinated and sloppy, his tongue claiming every inch that he has already been and you whimper when his hips harshly hit your ass and hot spurts of cum are shot deep within your cunt.
you cry at the feeling. sukuna shallowly pumps into you, kissing you harder as he gathers you in his arms. he hugs you with bulging muscles and tense forearms as he fills you up. you are surprised by the desperation he kisses you with.
he kisses you like you will spontaneously vaporise.
when you separate, his heart pounds in his chest because your watery eyes gaze at him with too much love. he wipes it all away, the tears down your cheeks, the spit down your lips and chin. it is all his doing. he pecks your cheek before slowly pulling out of your spent body. his thumbs hook in your underwear, pulling them up to catch his cum as it seeps out of your cunt.
he does not help you more than that.
it is different. it makes your stomach twist and the air suddenly feels too thick to breathe.
you straighten up, your legs weak and you slightly cringe at the dampness between them. sukuna has already tucked himself back into his pants and zipped himself up by the time you face him.
he sees you wring your fingers, your expression unsure.
when have you ever felt unsure with him?
you reach for him, like you always do. except this time he steps back.
like you are disgusting. like he does not know you.
you swear the world stops spinning for a moment. "why did you move away from me?" your voice has not recovered, neither have you and here you are being torn apart.
"you should get dressed." he runs his hands through his hair. he barely even looks at you. you scramble to tug your skirt down and readjust your top.
you never had to care before, not when he was around. not when he would do it all for you.
"why are you being so weird? and why would you move away from me?" you sound exasperated, as if you can hardly fathom he would treat you like this.
"it's not that deep. m'just in a hurry." his reddened eyes veer off to the side like he could not be concerned with you.
your hands wrap in fists. this is not how things go. he was suppose to hug you and kiss you like you are his. because you are and he was suppose to parade you around this stupid party like he always does.
you are painfully aware of his cum pooling in your underwear and a daunting feeling settles in your stomach.
"what could possibly be more important to you than me?" you stare at him incredulously.
"who died and made you queen? i'm not your boyfriend, sweetheart." you might just throw up. "you should get that through your empty skull."
you feel like he took a blade and plunged it straight into your heart.
when has he ever spoken to you like this? much less looked at you as if you were the least important thing in this world.
his entire life revolves around you, he told you so.
you try to speak but all the words die on your tongue.
your head is a tumultuous mess as you try to decipher what was true and what was a lie.
he tucks his hands in his pockets, the same hands he would pull you into his chest with almost every night and stroke your cheek and tap against your thigh when all your attention was on an assignment.
he leans down to meet your eyes "i'll spell it out for you, you're still that naive little girl if you think fucking means we're together."
sukuna destroys everything you built together. every memory is tainted.
he sees the tears pool in your eyes, he sees the hurt overtake your usually gleeful expression.
sukuna sees your heart break right in front of him and he is the only one responsible.
you push past him and the only reason he moves is because he allows it.
he lets you leave even when you are crying so hard.
sukuna will not be making it up to you later.
instead, he sends you right into yuji's arms.
---
you were doing so well. you were holding in the tears and it was easy to navigate through the crowd of people because they moved for you. you are sukuna's woman afterall!
wrong.
your feet are aching and you wish you never wore heels. you wish you never came here in the first place. the tears fill your eyes but they do not spill. that is until they find him.
yuji looks like he was scoping out for you the entire time. he discards his drink, tugging off his jacket as he approaches you.
"yuji." you whimper, looking up at him with such a miserable expression. you sound broken and it is wrecking his heart. all you have to do is look at him and yuji wants to go to the ends of the earth to rid you of your worries. he wants to find any way possible to put a smile on your face.
he drapes his jacket over your shoulders, it engulfs you entirely. he starts thinking about how good you look, it is like he has finally claimed you. you look like his. thoughts like that should not cross his mind. he bites down on his lip so hard, he almost draws blood as he holds your hand and walks you out of the house.
you find yourself tightening your grip, taking quicker steps to follow him. yuji is in a sleeveless t-shirt. you have seen him wear these countless times in the past, was he always this steel-bodied?
right now yuji looks like your knight in shining armour. you never thought you needed one, not when you had danger that kissed like salvation.
you just barely reach out the door before yuji looks at you. he could only resist for so long.
you are crying. your tears are streaked down your cheeks endlessly.
sukuna made you cry.
he made you cry so much, your makeup is smeared beneath your eyes. your lips are bitten raw and void of all the lip gloss you applied.
he can see bruises peeking out from beneath your clothes. from just looking at you he can tell sukuna bent you over and used you like a fucktoy.
he knows he roughed you up and stuffed your pussy full of cock and cum. yuji knows he broke your heart too. he can smell sukuna on you and from the darkened hickies he can see him too.
you sob harder, your fists are shaking at your sides. snot leaks from your nose and when you part your lips to speak he can see saliva webbed in your mouth.
"c'mere." he rasps. you crumble, you throw yourself against his chest and cry your heart out. your fingers knot in his shirt like you are desperately clawing at his back to keep him close.
yuji gathers all your pieces and holds you close. you are so much smaller it is easy to bind you up in him. he would put you back together if you just gave him the chance.
you smell like sex. yuji finds himself burying his face further in the crook of your neck, your scent barely there after sukuna had his way with you.
even after all that, you are here. in his jacket, in his arms. he finds his cock growing hard beneath the confines of his pants. he can feel it beginning to strain against the fabric.
still, yuji is a good man.
he caresses your hair. "don't cry. please don't cry."
"i'm so stupid." you hiccup, pressing further against him. as if you are not seconds away from melding your body to his with the way you are clinging to him.
"you aren't stupid, don't say that." he squeezes you tighter, he does not want to let go but he has to. "i'll take you home and you can tell me what happened."
you sob the entire way to the car, clinging to him like you will collapse any minute but you do not because you have yuji. he holds you up with ease, lean muscle keeps you from falling apart.
when you are settled in his car, he looks over you with concern. he looks so different compared to sukuna. his features are soft and kind where sukuna's are mature and intimidating.
you slip his jacket over your arms, the sleeves are so long only your fingers peek out. you start picking at your nails. you always do that when you are anxious.
yuji reaches for your hand, holding it sweetly, "i need to hold on before i lose you in this jacket." he tries to lighten the mood but you are still shaking with sobs. you only give him a slight smile.
it is cold enough in the car that he can see your stiffened nipples poking out. he tries to ignore it. especially since he hates to see you cry.
he turns on the heat before he tugs both sides of his jacket together and conceals your body from his sight.
his thumb trails over the back of your hand and your breath catches. you kick off your heels moving closer to instead curl against his chest.
your nose nudges his neck and his arm wraps around your waist like second nature.
he smells good. he smells comforting.
"i can't drive like this." he says quietly, then his hold tightens. "but i'm not complaining."
you sniffle, getting as close to him as the cramped car will allow. "sukuna said that we weren't together. that it was just sex." you hardly get the words out, your brows furrowing as if you cannot comprehend where they came from. "and i feel so dumb because he treated me like his girlfriend and he said that he loved me... he always said it."
your words are interrupted by a loud fret and all yuji can do is stroke your back as he is crushed to pieces. he is in turmoil, it hurts to see you so torn apart. "i don't know what i did wrong. he was so different. did he tell you anything? is there someone else?" you look distraught, your crying resumes like the thought of sukuna with anyone else was beginning to destroy you.
"nothing was your fault. you trusted him because of what he showed you. it doesn't make you dumb." he shushes your cries, trying to soothe you. "and only a complete dumbass would choose someone else over you."
yuji realises you are still that innocent little girl as you cry in his embrace over his brother.
when your tears reduce to sniffles, he looks down to meet your eyes. you always considered yuji a nice guy but right now he wants to take you. he wants to take you when you are broken hearted and vulnerable.
he is no different from his brother.
"i thought he was the one." your voice cracks, you are heartbroken. "what if i never find another guy?"
sukuna does not want you after everything you did, how could anyone else?
"are you kidding me? you're the prettiest woman i have every laid my eyes on and you're a sweetheart, no sane man is going to pass up on that."
"really?" you are batting your lashes, you are all doe eyed and crying.
"any man would be lucky to have you. i'm not lying to you."
you pull away, sitting up to face him properly, "what about you?" yuji pauses, unsure if he heard you correctly, you look over his features expectantly. "would you make me your girlfriend, yuji?" you are staring at him with gorgeous glassy eyes and a priceless offer.
"in a heartbeat." he always wanted you. he knows your pain has clouded your judgement and a good man would not take advantage of it.
yuji never claimed to be good.
he can see the change in you the longer he stares. he cups your face and you are pressing into his hold, preening for attention.
"has your heart beaten already?" you sniffle, fresh tears still springing.
"yeah, it has." he can hardly breathe. his cock is twitching, he feels like he is harder. here you are, looking like perfection incarnate. he could never resist you.
he held back for so long but now his dream is coming true.
yuji closes the distance. yuji leans in and damns every moment you had with sukuna when you should have been with him. it is the first time you kiss him and he is so nice. so sweet. you press against him more, your hand gripping his shirt when his tongue trails along the seam of your lips.
yuji thinks this is the best moment of his entire existence.
his kiss is different from his brother's. sukuna kisses hard, his tongue is greedy in your mouth, he kisses like he wants to invade your senses and make you obsessed with him. but yuji takes his time, as if he is savouring every second. his tongue rolls along yours slowly, almost tracing. yuji kisses like he wants to make you fall in love.
you part with a soft smack, your eyes hooded and so are his. "you're a good kisser," you smile shyly as yuji caresses your cheek. he swears his heart has exploded, all because of you.
"you are too." he already knew that, he could tell after every time sukuna pulled you into him and planted a sloppy kiss to your mouth.
your gaze flit downwards, his legs are spread, his body relaxed against the driver seat. that is not what catches your attention though, not when his cock is printing through his pants.
"are you hard?"
yuji flinches at your frankness. he lets out a soft breath before nodding. "yeah. it's fine. i should take you home."
"you can fuck me now," you pause, tilting your head like a fucking puppy. feigning innocence as if you are not requesting his cock. "if you want to."
of course he wants to! he has been dying for it from the minute he met you. he only has so much self preservation left. he reaches over to recline your seat and then his finger hooks on the waist of your skirt, "take these off."
and you listen, because you are such a good girl.
your eyes never leave yuji's as you lie back and tug your top upwards. he is losing his mind, your face is all angel-like and innocent despite the way you are exposing your body for him. his eyes focus on the soft flesh of your breasts, marks strewn across your skin by sukuna.
your panties come off with your skirt, revealing your glossy cunt and your bruised hips. yuji can see creamy liquid staining the inside of your underwear, he can see strings of cum still sticky to your skin as the soaked material is peeled away. you leave them on the floor of his car.
here you are, exposed for his eyes. only wearing his jacket but you have pulled it wide open to reveal every part of you to him.
none of this is careful, not when he tugs his t-shirt off and climbs over you. not when you are both barren in a place so public. the night can only conceal so much.
you realise than yuji is as handsome as sukuna. even though he is younger and does not have the same gruffness to him. he really is good looking.
your legs are spread, hooked around his waist and yuji is going delirious at the sight of your pussy.
she is so messy and pretty, he can see beads of cum leaking from your slit and shining on your folds. his cock is aching, it is pulsating in the confines of his clothes.
yuji reaches down to undo his pants, tugging them down with his boxers all the way to the middle of his thighs. this is not sane. he finds himself uncaring at the possibility of anyone seeing, he does not think he could manage to stop even if they do.
"you're so pretty, you're gorgeous. i mean it. i really, really mean it. no one could ever compare to you." he rambles in the too cramped car, your hand stroking his cock now that you are seeing it for the first time. yuji knows you do this to sukuna, he was the one who taught you. he finds it borderline unfair how good you are at it and how your much smaller hand feels far better than any time has touched himself to the thought of you.
"you're so big, ji." he has never heard your voice like this before. he swears he needs to hear you sound this slutted out over and over again. he cannot live without it.
his breath grows laboured the longer you stroke him, pre already spewing from his tip and dampening your hand. he eyes your battered slit, all full of cream and pushing it out in a never ending waterfall. "he came so much inside you." he lowly says.
"m'sorry. m'so sorry, ji." he cannot find it in himself to be mad at you. not when you apologise so sweetly. you are the most perfect girl in the world, he could never hold anything against you.
"oh baby, you don't have to be sorry." he called you baby. it makes you go dumb. "we'll get it all out. i'll fuck you until we get it all out." you writhe beneath him, your hands hooking behind his neck as you bob your head in agreement.
tears prick your eyes, breath hitched and cunt fluttering when yuji guides his mushroom tip to your folds.
his head is blushed pink where sukuna is brown. his cock is shorter but thicker. it starts slightly narrow but this stretch aches more. it makes you whimper and writhe.
yuji's head is spinning. a syrupy mix of your and his brother's sticky cum washes over his bare cock. he grits his teeth at how hot it is. yuji proves to be nicer than sukuna because instead of bullying his cock into your gushy pussy, he shallowly thrusts, pushing in more and more every time.
i'm just as bad as him. yuji has fantasied about this moment too many times to count. he was obsessed with you before having this but now his sanity is beyond saving. yuji understands why sukuna fucks you all the time, he will be fucking you all the time from now on.
"i'm obsessed with you, baby. only a fucking idiot would ever give up this pussy." he has to let you know. "she's so tight and good and fuck, you feel so good." he cannot think straight, not when your cunt is strangling him like a vice.
you prettily whimper beneath him. your insides fluttering around him as his cock pulls your puffy cunt open.
he lowers himself on top of you, his hips rocking and you preen at the feeling of warm skin bare on yours. sukuna did not give you this, he just took and took and broke your heart.
he kisses you. all sweet and intimate. like all you had to do to find the love of your life was look in his direction. your fingers make his hair their home, you have never touched his hair this much, not until now.
you are hugging him close, your breasts mushed against his firm chest. he weighs down on you as you buck your hips. you both openmouthedly gasp when he fully sinks down, his pelvis meeting yours and your legs tighten like you want to keep him there.
yuji cannot think straight. his balls are tightly pressed to your ass, coated in a concoction of his brother's sloppy cum and your gushing wetness.
"can you take me? can you make me yours?" you whimper. your lips all pouted and trembling. you are crying so much tonight.
"i will." he huffs an exasperated breath. "i am." he draws his hips back, every inch covered in syrupy liquid before slamming back into you. your back arches at the feeling of him thrusting into you properly for the first time. you find yourself already becoming addicted to the feeling of yuji's thick length.
your pussy makes a noisy squelch when yuji rears back and pounds into you again.
"i'll get all of his cum out, we can act like it never happened. you'll be mine." he says it with complete certainty and you mewl. you moan. you cry.
he is giving you everything that you are asking for.
yuji no longer has any restraint. yuji fucks into you like he wants to prove it should have been him instead, it should have been him from the start.
his thighs connect with yours, your cunt is sputtering creamy liquid every time she is filled. the car is rocking and the windows have started fogging up.
anyone would know.
but you do not care.
his thrusts are less forceful than sukuna's but they stroke your insides differently. your legs tighten around him and your mouth hangs open to collect every drop of spit that slips down yuji's tongue as he drools over you.
and then he kisses you all nicely like he is not rawing your cunt. like he is not battering your used pussy after his brother already dumped his load.
your hand reaches around him, nails digging into the bare flesh of his ass as he drills into you without relent. you are losing your mind. your voice reduced to high pitched moans of his name.
you like the way his body feels moving on top of yours, you like the stickiness of heated skin dragging across yours. it is all so intimate.
yuji chain is hanging in your face when sukuna's had been digging into your back.
it is different.
"how many times have you fucked him?" yuji forces out through clenched teeth. more focused on drilling into you, more focused on gummy walls that cling to him like second skin.
"i don't know." you brokenly warble.
truthfully, it was too many to count.
"it's okay. it's okay, sweet girl. we'll do it so many times you won't remember a second with him."
your hands scramble on his back, clawing at his tense muscles. you mewl his name like it is the only thing you are capable of doing. his cock feels too good, he is too good at this. you grow more and more brainless.
"you like that? g'na make you mine, all mine."
"mhmm, please jiji." oh you are heaven sent. yuji loses it entirely. his hips quicken in pace. harder. faster. the entire car rocking with the weight of his thrusts.
"there's no one like you." his forehead leans against yours and then he captures your mouth in a messy kiss.
you whine. your back arching as he bumps that spot within you with precision.
"stay with me tonight." your ankles lock behind his back, his thrusts growing shallower. he is chasing release.
"anything you want." he is drunk on the feeling of your pussy. he is too far gone now, getting over you is not plausible. he lets out a guttural groan as he feels himself getting closer.
he feels your fingers gripping his ass to keep him lodged within the confines of your slick cunt. his movements grow uneven and stuttered. shallow and unrhythmic.
yuji looks so handsome looking down at you like this. eyes hooded and cheeks flushed.
his pelvis smacks against yours, balls clapping loudly against your ass before his thighs and abs tense. he is pressed firmly to you, not a morsel of space, his cock has your pussy plugged to the brim.
"i love you, i love you, baby." and then spurts of hot white cum are flowing into your walls. yuji cums far more than sukuna. he cums so much that it displaces the load you had inside, sending it streaming past the perimeter of his cock and down your ass.
it pools onto his car seat, sure to leave a stain.
he just barely holds himself on top of you. his sweaty skin flush to yours. he pecks your lips, rocking his hips to fuck his seed back into you.
yuji kisses you hard, his spit settling on your tongue while you enjoy the heaviness of his body.
"you're my girlfriend." he pants.
there might as well be hearts in your eyes as you look up at him.
"mmyeah, i'm your girlfriend."
---
yuji stays at your apartment for two days. you have not taken your hands off him for a second. you needed to make up for lost time and he needed to fuck sukuna out of your system.
he spent hours pounding into your cunt, in the shower, on your cute loveseat, over every surface in your quaint abode like he needed to overwrite every where you fucked sukuna.
yuji pumped so much cum into you, you swore you would drown in it.
he comes home on sunday night, he might have kept you all to himself if he did not need a fresh change of clothes.
"you're an asshole." sukuna's voice is laced with irritation. he had been waiting. he has been sitting on the sofa for what seems like forever. every call on his or your phone went unanswered. yuji was too busy filling your cunt to uphold his end of their exchange.
"no one is a bigger asshole than you." yuji drops his keys on the countertop before sitting on the couch beside his older brother.
sukuna's eyes roll, "i told you one night and we would tell her the truth."
"she asked me to stay with her and i did." he reclines back, fishing out his phone from his pocket. "don't act like you would tell her no."
he scrolls through his device but it does not take long to find what he is looking for. although sukuna wants to be seething, he is too fizzled out after being away from you for so long. yuji gives him the phone, one click of the volume button and your incessant moans echo across the apartment.
every hickey sukuna left is darkened like yuji spent the last two days embedding them in your skin. your hips are still bruised, yuji fills the outline with his touch.
your cunt is spread open around the fat of yuji's cock, cream frothing at his base. your pussy looks so swollen and used.
"fuck." sukuna groans, his hand reaching down to squeeze his stiffening cock as he watches yuji fuck your weeping hole. "how many times did you cum in her before taking this?"
"two." yuji's brows furrow, he wants to call sukuna gross for so boldly gripping his cock but he would be a hypocrite. "you shouldn't have been so mean to her. she's been real insatiable because of it."
his eyes flick down to the imprint of sukuna's cock, the grey material of his shorts does little to conceal it. he squeezes it again and yuji quickly averts his eyes.
"i did that shit for you. it's not like i wanted to hurt her."
"yeah, i know." yuji slouches on the couch as sukuna replays the video and your moans flood his ears again. he spares a glance at his brother. "i'll tell her to come over tomorrow. know you miss her."
after all, you were sukuna's girlfriend first.
---
you look pretty, you always do. you were a bit stunned when sukuna opened the door for you. you even told yuji you were coming after your morning class so you would not have to see sukuna.
your heart cannot take it. you are seconds away from breaking down in tears at the sight of him.
"hey, doll." his lips only tilt up slightly. it has only been three days. three days where your heart had been ripped to shreds. even though yuji put it back together, something broken is still broken. "come in." he steps aside for you.
something that used to be second nature, now feels so stifling. you robotically walk past him, your eyes scoping for yuji. sukuna hates the way things are.
you stand far from him when you used to run into his arms. you look sad and it is all his fault. your gaze avoids him even as he faces you.
he is not used to your quietness. you have never been that way around him.
"do you love him?" the question is unexpected. you freeze for a moment like you are rolling the idea around in your head. you have known yuji for a long time.
"yeah. i do."
sukuna lets out a deep chuckle, running his hand through his hair. "that damn brat should be worshipping me right now." he steps closer and you swallow hard. "do you love him more than you love me?" his head tilts, nostrils flaring slightly.
your lips part but nothing comes out. that is all sukuna needed to see. "i'm still your favourite then." you look over him in bemusement.
you are mad at him, aren't you? it is hard to feel that way when he is right in front of you. "i said some really fucked up things to you that night. i'm sorry for all of it, i acted like we weren't together and i made you cry. the truth is, i knew you were mine." he pauses, his eyes a little more focused, "i just needed you to be yuji's too."
"you guys planned that?" you are baffled but all you can really focus on is that sukuna is still yours. nothing has changed.
he nods slowly, awaiting your response like he is balancing on a house of cards seconds away from collapse. "i felt like it was the only way."
you do not say anything, you just look at him. when you step closer sukuna feels like he can finally breathe again. "you're still my boyfriend?"
a smile cracks across his stony features, "yes, i've always been."
"and yuji is too?"
he lets out a baritone laugh that you were obsessed with from the start. "he is but don't give him any special treatment. i'll get jealous." sukuna draws nearer. you and him are magnetic. it is hard to stay apart.
"and you love me?"
"i love you so much."
"and you're sorry?" a pretty smile cracks the indifference you were feigning the second sukuna wraps his arms around your waist.
"i'm very, very sorry, baby." he leans in to repeatedly peck your lips and you reciprocate.
"prove it."
---
yuji is palming his erection, his eyes darting from sukuna's greedy touch groping your tits to his mouth aggressively moving against yours.
he never thought he would enjoy watching this much, perhaps the many times he looked at you and his brother fucking like you had no semblance of decency played a hand. he was not surprised when sukuna barged into his room with you in tow nor when he slipped his tongue into your mouth.
his cock got hard the minute he saw your arms wrap around sukuna's built shoulders and your little body press to his with no space.
sukuna pulls away just barely to pull your sweatshirt off, he undoes your bra with one flick of his finger and then consumes you all over again. he tilts his head to kiss you deep, it is messy and open mouthed. all yuji can focus on is your skin barring marks that he left, places sukuna traced out with his tongue that yuji had darkened every time he touched you.
sukuna does not stop ravishing you as he strips you. he caresses soft flesh, squeezing and holding you with desperation.
like he had been dying in your absence. he pulls away, sticky strands of spit connecting you. your eyes are dazed when you hang your tongue out and his are hungry when he leans down to suck on the wet squirming muscle.
his fingers hook at the hem of his tanktop, the second he straightens up, he pulls it off. sukuna looks too big for you, you are a sweet little thing where he is hard, defined planes of muscle over every inch of his body. he is countless tattoos and a hard exterior. you are saccharine. something he can never be.
sukuna's steely gaze finds yuji, "are you just going to lay there rubbing one out?" he tuts, yuji's hand had slipped below the waistband of his pants to tightly stroke his pulsing erection from head to base.
he lets out an annoyed huff, "God forbid i let you have your moment." he stands, pulling his shorts off and throwing it off to the side as he walks closer. "i'll be less considerate next time."
his soft palm coaxes along your waist as he leans down to peck your cheek. he traces every curve of your body with his eyes.
"maybe you should." sukuna's irate voice quips but yuji does not get an opportunity to response because a hand grips the back of his head and pulls him in. your tongues entangle, spit mixing stickily as all three of you engage in a heated kiss.
it takes your breath away, you are tiptoeing, your arms thrown around both of their necks while your tongues repeatedly drag along each other. yuji is licking into your mouth but every time he does, his tongue brushes against sukuna's. it is frenzied and gluttonous as they both ravage your mouth. the kiss only grows more feverish.
you find yourself struggling to keep up, yuji's strong arm keeping you pressed to him and sukuna's trailing between your ass to touch you in a way that only makes you wetter.
you are panting when you pull back they do not stop. instead sukuna's finger catches on yuji's chain and reels him in. the kiss starts wet and deliberate, yuji's eyes are low like he is wrapped in a daze, their tongues entangling in slow filthy strokes. a low groan vibrates between them and trails down to your core. sukuna kisses like he wants to bruise yuji's lips and he returns it with just as much vigor.
an unspoken hunger seems to awaken as sukuna's teeth catch yuji's lower lip and he bites down hard enough to make him hiss but he opens his mouth wider nonetheless. he lets him push his tongue deeper.
every exhale is a ragged pull of air before their lips crash together over and over, wet and open, tongues gliding slickly.
it feels like too much and not enough. each drag of lips, each filthy exchange of spit, stokes heat lower and deeper.
yuji finds himself thinking, he can understand why you kiss sukuna so much.
why the fuck is he thinking that!?
this has gone on for far too long. yuji shoves him back but he moves more than his brother. sukuna will not budge from something so trivial.
"are you insane?" he swipes at his mouth like that will undo everything.
"quit acting so prissy." sukuna rolls his eyes but his lips are swollen and glistening as proof.
"that was hot." you look pleasantly surprised, yuji cannot believe what he is hearing.
"baby, no it wasn't." he glares at the tattooed male but he is melting a second later when you approach him and repeatedly peck his mouth.
your arms settle on his shoulders, your cherubic lips drain him of any irritation and make him all soft for you. "i'm your favourite, right?" he feigns saying it under his breath when really sukuna can hear every word clearly.
"oh please." he sucks on his teeth, his large palm presses into your stomach and pulls you back into him. right out of yuji's hold but the younger male is shooting him a sardonic smile. "as if she would pick your flimsy ass over me."
yuji follows when sukuna lifts you, his thick biceps bulging but it looks effortless. he takes you to yuji's bed, laying you down in white sheets that look almost as pure as you were before sukuna got his hands on you.
"you can tell yourself that all you want, bet it helps you sleep at night." yuji's thumbs hook in his waistband, shoving his boxers off while sukuna hovers over you.
sukuna shoots him a look, "did he even make you cum, sweetheart?" his hands cup the back of your knees to hold you open, he keeps your cunt spread for him. sighing in content because not being able to see you was silently killing him. but here you are, under him. where you belong.
you pause, your lips pursued. "not the first time." you give yuji an apologetic look when he jolts like a man caught. "BUT every time after that he did!" your words of defence mean nothing now, not when the damage is already done.
"yuji saw a pussy as pretty as this and didn't satisfy her? doesn't sound like a man who should be the favourite." he tuts, he adorns your mouth with a sweet kiss before he trails lower. every touch of soft lips to your skin leaves you growing hotter, whimpering as he kisses down your stomach.
"kuna." you are borderline purring when he laves his tongue over the mound of your pussy.
"missed my baby so much and i know this cunt missed me too." he hums, he trails the wet muscle between your folds. "tastes so fucking good. spread her out for me." and you do.
without a second of hesitation.
your nimble fingers hold your lips open for him, every inch of you throbbing and glistening with wetness.
yuji's hand squeezes the base of his reddened erection unbearably tight as he watches a glob of heady spit leave sukuna's mouth and nestle between your folds.
it is nasty and depraved and it makes pre cum sputter out of yuji's blushing slit.
then his crimson eyes find yuji's as more spit collects in his mouth, his tongue hangs out. saliva rolling down and streaming from the tip directly onto your pussy. it catches over your cunt, trailing along every crevice. fills and taints it all.
you whine, your hips rolling like you need something inside for you to regain your sense. your walls already clenching uncontrollably.
sukuna has an arrogant smile on his face as you rub the sticky liquid against yourself, pumping the underside of your fingers into gummy walls like you need it deeper.
he stands, his chest puffed with too much confidence. he approaches yuji and ruffles his hair. "what are you waiting for, loverboy? go get her nice and ready for me."
yuji narrows his eyes but he would be a fool to jeopardise any chance of getting between your legs and worshipping at your alter.
he kneels, his larger hand engulfing your wrist to suck every drop of spit that has bedaubed your fingers. he swirls his tongue along the tips before leaning down to lap at your slit. his guileless eyes connect with yours as he laves slimy spit into your cunt.
he drinks down everything sukuna left before he focuses on your clit. "yuji, feels amazing." you puff breathy gasps. back lifting from the bed in pleasure at every drag of yuji's tongue over your stilted bundle of nerves.
sukuna undresses fully. all of your clothes lay strewn across the bedroom floor, left with no regard just unadulterated want. he is sending you a conceited smile when your eyes dart over the bulky planes of muscle then linger on his lengthy cock bobbing, thick and veiny, the brown head clammy with pre.
his callous hand coaxes up and down firmly as he watches yuji bury his face between your legs. fingers knotted in pink hair and tugging although you try your best not to. he is twitching and throbbing in his hold. his teeth are gleaming while he situates himself near the headrest.
his cock is slightly reddened, digging into your cheek and smearing liquid.
"you look like you're enjoying yourself." sukuna's gaze is dark, glimpsing down your body to see yuji pumping two fingers into your cunt and sucking down on your pretty little clit.
you bob your head, your face already overtaken by a ditzy expression. yuji thinks you taste too good to stop, he does not need to speak or get air. all he needs to do is shove deep into your sickeningly sweet cunt and make you cum all over his tongue.
sukuna's cock lays heavy on your cheek, you whine when he shifts closer and pre cum is smeared over your lips like gloss. your jaw hangs, tongue catching on the slit of sukuna's cock like second nature. his chest raises with a drawn out breath.
"there's my girl. did you miss sucking my cock?" he pets your hair, your pretty eyes wrecking him from the inside out. you are opening your mouth to take him without him having to ask. you know him just as much as he knows you.
you hum, spit seeping onto him as his pulsing erection shallowly enters your mouth. "know you missed choking on it, i missed feel your tight throat gripping me."
he reaches for your nipple, rubbing the sensitive bud, letting you take him at your own pace. he is only being sweet now because sukuna's going to fuck your little throat. he is going to leave it battered and bruised.
he is going to shove his all too big cock past your muscles enough to make you gag and drool. enough to leave your jaw aching because he knows it only gets you wetter. you let him do anything and everything that he wants.
your heated tongue wriggles on him, your watery eyes looking up at him as you try to swallow more. sukuna's hand is so wide it covers your head almost entirely, you are preening for his touch. "doing so good for me."
he grins, his breaths laboured. he is holding back so much. it is difficult when the warmth of your mouth is destroying his self preservation.
you shriek, you pull off his cock with spit webbed between your lips. to look at yuji. he is plunging his fingers so quickly, your cunt makes a nasty suction sound like you are trying to keep them inside. yuji is smiling before his broad tongue laves over your clit. in two days alone he has become well acquainted with your syrupy pussy.
"hey, eyes on me." sukuna tuts, securing his hand in your hair to roughly redirect your attention. his cock is in your mouth again, the tip outlining through the soft flesh of your cheek as he shallowly pumps his hips. "quit looking at that brat, s'my turn now."
he sounds like a petulant kid throwing a tantrum. like you are his favourite toy and although he can hand you over for a few minutes, he needs you back as soon as he says so.
yuji hikes your legs onto his shoulders, spit glimmering on his lips. he can barely pull away since you are tugging on his hair so harshly. "don't be mean to her." he huffs, glaring when sukuna snorts in response.
"this isn't even my worse. she likes it anyway." his hips pivot, leaky cock sliding deeper into your mouth. he sighs in content when he feels every muscle clawing at him as he pushes more into you. "isn't that right, baby?" your eyes are teary but they look all enamoured. with him. you always look at him like that. "course it is. you've been letting yuji make love to you but you let me fuck you like a back alley slut. you lie down and let me pound that little fuck hole until you're dumb, until you're filled with so much of my cum it won't ever come out. you don't care if it hurts, you don't care how puffy your pussy gets from a rough fucking. you just want me to use you up."
you hum around him, hollowing your cheeks as you bob your head for the first time. he is right, sukuna knows that you are not made of glass, after everything that he did you would have been in a million pieces but you are not.
that is why he fucks his cock so deep down your throat it leaves a bulge, he does not care that his grip leaves your roots stinging. no, he is more focused on his balls nestled against your cheek, heavy and hot. on the tears streaming down your face and the slobber you are coating his length with. your cunt is throbbing, impossible to ignore.
yuji is still, he has never seen this before. he has never seen you swallowing around a throatful of sukuna's cock. he looks big over you, his appearance alone is domineering.
sukuna rears back, half of his cock meeting yuji's eyes. every inch slimy with saliva. he pauses for a second like he is letting you brace yourself but nothing truly prepares you for the stretch and the depth of his cock as he slams into your mouth. you choke around him, back arching off the bed and your hands tightening in yuji's hair.
sukuna groans, low and guttural. the veins on his lower abdomen more prominent.
yuji focuses on your cunt, wetness trickling out. it drips down your ass, it drives him insane. he is painfully hard. his mouth encloses over your pussy, tongue digging deep inside you. his nails are leaving indents in your thighs as he eats up your cunt. greedily driving his sodden tongue into your slit. it is all too overwhelming.
"can't get enough of you." he drawls, fucking into your gummy walls without constraint. he is so drunk on your sweetness that his hips start rocking, his sensitive cock dragging along the sheets and leaking incessantly.
he has his jaw hanging, head bobbing between your legs as his tongue traces out your insides.
sukuna is still thrusting his hefty dick past your slick lips, drool excessively coating his cock, smearing on your chin and every moan you let out feels amazing when they are muffled by his cock. "greedy girl but you take it so well, huh? you were getting fucked everyday but it's not enough for you. you still need cock in this throat and a mouth sucking that messy pussy."
he slams in too deep, his is being mean. your pretty lashes fluttering as you blink away tears. your hands yanking yuji's hair but you do not pull him away. instead you have his nose nestled in the mound of your pussy, his tongue wildly moving within you and you meet every movement with a sharp buck of your hips.
you are shaking, your mind has gone blank.
sukuna is stretching out your throat, the salty taste of pre embedded in your mouth every time the head slips far enough to make you gag. every time he shoves so deep his pelvis is almost flush to your skin.
when the friction of sheets is not enough, yuji's hand reaches down to stroke his cock in a tight fist. a wet puddle between his legs from where he had been spewing profusely. there are wet noises filling his ears as he languidly makes out with your cunt. he feels like he is high out of his mind and it is all because of you.
yuji is borderline whimpering with a mouthful of pussy, his eyes are sex crazed and his cock is throbbing so hard it hurts.
he gazes up at you, you look too good, how could he ever leave you alone? you taste even better. your slick is heavy on his mouth, nothing could ever compare to how good you taste.
sukuna brushes your hair all sweetly before slipping his too big cock out, broad strands of spit are netted all over his length and in your mouth. he feels entirely too hot looking at you. he feels like a feral animal.
"jiji, there, right there. feels too good, please." you throw your head back, your voice completely ruined and broken. sukuna is all too pleased that he is the reason.
"don't hold back, pretty girl." he watches you ride yuji's face as he greedily laps up every drop as if wasting your wetness would be a sin. "cum for, jiji." he sounds so mocking but does it really matter when his cock is jumping at the sight?
"sukuna, kuna s'too much." you mewl, laboured breaths leaving you.
your are whining, your thighs squeezing around yuji's head as he hits every spot inside of you with precision.
"that's mean, baby. you're g'na cum on his tongue saying my name?" he caresses your head like you are a well trained puppy and spares yuji a glance, "it's pretty obvious who the favourite is."
you feel bad now.
and although yuji cannot stay mad at you, maybe you need a little punishment. you are already teetering on the edge, his tongue working you open with brutal efficiency.
it comes without warning, a sharp, stinging smack meets your clit.
"yuji!" you shriek, your trembling body jolts and your toes curl as he does it again. harder this time, the sodden sound ringing loud in the room. one large hand catches your wrists, taking them away from yuji's hair and securing them above your head.
"don't forget it." yuji huffs, he is relentless, each hit stirs a mix of pleasure and pain under your skin. it leaves you breathless.
sukuna laughs lowly in approval. "i think you should start begging, princess. the brat might not let you cum."
yuji does not let up, his hand meets your swollen clit with harsh slaps until you are squirming and shrieking under him. "jiji, please. please let me cum. m'so close."
it is music to yuji's ears. he is sweet to you. it does not take long to get you there, not when the wet sound of his tongue fucking your hole mixes with the sharp smacks. the heat in your stomach coils tighter, almost unbearable.
you whimper his name, he hits your cunt harder, rolling your clit like it would soothe the sting and you crumble. your hips tilting, arms jerking but unable to move with the way sukuna is holding you down. your plush thighs attempt to squeeze together but yuji is there to stop them from closing. a ragged cry tears from your throat as you flood his mouth, your chest heaving and your eyes rolling back.
"look so pretty when you're cumming." sukuna strokes your face, dragging his pulsing cock back to your lips to coat them with a fresh layer of his precum. you are eagerly lapping at his tip, uncaring of your exhaustion.
yuji kneels between your legs, cupping the backs of your knees to hold you open, "prettiest pussy, she's so perfect." his voice is slurred and airy like he is drunk on you. he drinks down every shuddering pulse of your climax. you convulse, a whine leaves you as he sucks your oversensitive bud. his teeth grazing the puffiness. "m'hungry for you." his eyes are locked with yours while he licks a slow stripe up your dripping hole, your juices are spilling down his chin and all over his face.
sukuna only releases you once yuji starts kissing up your little body. you sit up like you are desperate to be nearer to him, your hands meet behind his neck tugging him into a sweet kiss. "jiji, wanna be good for you." you whine before your tongue is gliding over his, you are practically drooling into his mouth.
"you're always good to me." he smiles into the kiss, cupping your face as he deepens it. your lips wetly smack, you mewl when he squeezes your breasts and pinches your nipples.
he can taste the saltiness from sukuna, yuji lapped his brother's spit straight out of your cunt and now he is licking every bit of his pre from the crevices of your mouth. he pulls away, a finger tipping your chin lightly. he leaves on peck, then another. all sweet and soft. "such a pretty baby."
you are both smiling like dopey idiots who have kissed for the first time. he meets eyes that bare a resemblance to his, only narrower and redder. only sharper and more intense. "what d'ya want to give me a kiss too?" his older brother chortles as if he was teasing him on an average day not stripped bare, choking his cock at the sight of yuji and you making out.
"no." he sneers. "your weird ass would like it too much."
sukuna shakes his head, one large hand petting your cheek and you lean right into it. "yeah, yeah. says the brat that looks like he's seconds away from busting."
it is true, yuji is spewing pre profusely. his cock is aching. he swears he might cum as soon as he feels the warmth of your cunt surround his swollen head. "since i'm feeling generous, you can fuck my pretty girl first."
he pecks your lips, "c'mon, show me how you were getting fucked. know you looked so sexy."
sukuna's handsome features are contorted in a smug expression. "try not to shoot your load too quickly." he chastises yuji then stands from the bed, pulling out yuji's gaming chair to face you both. the sheets are already wet, the room reeks with the scent of sex.
you cannot stop the endless pulsing in your cunt. sukuna's bulky thighs are spread, his abs flex as he adjusts on the seat. the veins on his forearms are pronounced, his biceps are so large they bulge when he props his elbows on the armrests.
his cock stands angry and tall, you are salivating all over again. you want him in your mouth again.
yuji leans over you to press a kiss to your forehead before he turns you onto your stomach. one hand pushes your head into the sheets, his knees nudge your legs open for him. growing dizzy at the stringy liquid oozing from your cunt.
"fuck, i need you so bad. need you like i need air, baby." he is not going to last. not at all but he is going to take, take, take until he cannot anymore.
he reaches down to pat his slimy cockhead against your opening, your cream netting on his tip and driving him crazy. he lines his cock up with your folds and with one bruising thrust he shoves his cock deep in your guts.
"oh my-.. yuji!" you cry, hands scrambling on the sheets before you clamp down on the fabric so hard you are shaking.
"you can take me, you can." he shakily breathes, the veins on his lower abdomen are pulsing. he has to grit his teeth to stay upright. "you are. you are, baby. you're too good for me." the messy liquid from you is all over him. his pelvis is flush to your ass, he chokes when he looks down, his cock jumping inside you.
yuji pulls back, he does not care that he will not last. he just needs to savour all of you and dump hot cum within your walls. he pounds into you, over and over. the fat of his cock head mushing and thumbing at your cervix, like he is trying to pry it open with every fuck of his hips.
he reaches down to firmly grip your hip, you look so small under him, yuji swears he could destroy you without intending to. your ass jiggles under the harsh smacks of his pelvis. the weight of him makes your skin burn.
yuji does not fuck you as roughly as sukuna but that does not mean he is not drilling open your pussy with hard thrusts.
it is all hard, hard, hard and deep. your vision is blurry with tears, drool streaming out of your mouth and your cunt loudly squelching.
"got such a sloppy, little pussy on you, doll face." sukuna whistles. he can see excessive liquid streaming between your thighs, it is all over yuji. strands are caught on his ballsack and the nastiest net of slick hangs between your bodies every time yuji fucks you wide open.
you let out watery cries, your back arching further and your body shaking with every slam of hips. how much filthier can you get? yuji is losing it, he crowds over you more and all you do is moan like a freaked up whore. his cold chain hits your back, thumping into you as he fucks his thick, heavy cock into your aching pussy repeatedly.
he is smaller than sukuna but his muscles are wide enough to cover you completely. the walls of your cunt conform to his shape, his sweat is dripping onto you as his fingers trace around your spread cunt and he rubs your perked clit. the roughness of his fingers on the already sensitive bundle of nerves has you pushing back on him. you are aching for his cock to stay so deep inside your mind goes numb.
"yuji! s'too good, jiji." you whine and he breathlessly grunts at the way you call his name so prettily. your gummy walls guzzle on his cock, slurping and gushing enough liquid to form frothy cream on the base of his cock. "want you in me f'ever. i love your cock, jiji." you babble on and on, the heat of him is sending you into a frenzy. your head is spinning and all you can think about is the delicious scrape of his cock along your walls.
he is shaking, yuji is shaking. his body seems to crumple over you a little more every time he sinks down to the hilt. your jaw hangs when he thrusts particularly hard and you find sukuna's eyes.
sukuna who is fucking up into the space between his fist, his brownish tip overtaken by reddened blush. beads of precum spill from his slit but it is all dragged along his shaft. your attention catches on the trail of hair running down the indentation of his lower abs and covering his pelvis.
sukuna strokes his cock while you get fucked. he tightly jerks himself off while watching his brother pound away at your pussy.
"not half bad for a brat." he clicks his tongue but yuji is too caught up in you to pay him any mind. "m'feeling a little left out though. you're telling him you only want his cock, that's not fair, baby." he tilts his head and your insides wind tighter around yuji as he thumbs his leaky tip.
your eyes flick from his stiff cock to his perfect face and defined muscles. or you try to. it is a bit difficult to do when your eyes are rolling back at the feeling of a hefty cock stroking your walls. you whimper, your composure long gone and your control in tow.
"love you, kuna, i love you s'much." you spew incessantly. his cock is hard and begging. it looks so delicious. saliva is pooling in your mouth but pours out every time you brokenly moan.
"you're perfect, baby. so hot inside." yuji's hand coaxes over your ass, gripping the flesh like he wants to sear his touch into your being. he is enthralled by the sight of your twitching asshole and your pussy that soaks him without end. "i don't want anyone else. just want you."
every time he pulls out your cunt grips him, your cunt begs for him to stay. his balls slap against your clit and yuji knows without a doubt, you are the only one he wants to fuck.
he only wants to ram into your cunt until it is puffy and swollen, he cannot fathom anything better than your syrupy walls. no other sensation compares to your pussy slurping up his cock.
there is no fanfare to fuck you when you are drooling a bucket all over him. his thighs hit the back of yours so hard his skin has flushed red from the impact.
he only gets harder seeing your ass bounce and the loud wet suctioning sounds from your hole are ruining his head. sweat coats his hairline and dampens the messy tufts. his muscles flex and tense as he fucks you open. yuji's chest heaves, lip tucked between his teeth but parting to groan.
"i love you, yuji." you just barely get it out through broken moans. it destroys him.
his heart is beating out of his chest. his entire body lurches over you, his arms are trembling, his legs go weak. yuji does not mean to but he crushes you under him. you are crying a muted 'it hurts' but you are just being pouty.
you love him. it is the first time you have ever said it. "m'sorry, my baby. yuji's sorry." he spews apologetically into your shoulder. he weighs down on you until you are lying prone and you are breathless under him.
you are whining and crying and yuji is peppering kisses to your cheek because all this position does is stuff him deeper than before. his ass flexes as he fucks you without relent. the movements frantic as he chases release.
"yuji's so sorry." he nuzzles your cheek, he wants to give you some air but he cannot hold himself up. all he is capable of is thrusting every inch of his cock into your weeping pussy. "can you say it again, pretty please, princess?"
"i love you, jiji. m'so in love with you." you are snotty nosed and tear eyed but your confession is making his cock pulse uncontrollably.
yuji's cock feels too perfect inside you. it feels so right.
his thrusts quicken, shallow but pressing his cockhead right into that spot deep inside you. his hard chest leaves your back warm, you are mewling at the contact.
"i love you more. you're my baby, my girl." he groans into your ear, hips stuttering. every breath he takes is trembling. yuji's hips dig into your ass over and over again, he huffs curses against your shoulder and his cock pulses with every squeeze of your walls.
he hugs you tightly, uneven thrusts make you writhe and your eyes are threatening to close but you fight it because sukuna is staring right at you.
he is tugging at his cock with vigor, lips parted as he watches yuji spill warm ropes of cum in you. he pumps you full of endless spurts of seed, it spills from your stretched hole and even through your cunt clenching and milking him he is weakly humping into you.
yuji leaves kisses to your cheek, holding himself up after leaving you gasping for air.
"that was hot as fuck." sukuna's baritone voice echoes, he is far too energetic where you and yuji are panting like there is not enough oxygen in the world. his cock bobs as he stands from the chair.
yuji leaves a wet kiss to your lips and another to your forehead before slipping his softened member out of you. he drops onto his back beside you, his hands brush back his hair.
you love him.
his seed is spilling out of your used hole and making a mess.
you really love him.
"i'm surprised you lasted that long." sukuna tuts, he softly strokes your hips, urging you to face him. you are practically pawing at his shoulders to bring him close.
"do you ever shut up?" yuji sprawls out on the bed, tucking an arm behind his head as he eyes you nuzzling sukuna all sweetly.
"if she shuts me up, yeah but most times no." sukuna cups your face, you are so cute. he swipes away tears and the drool running down your chin. "how are you so pretty? look so pretty when you're getting fucked. you look even prettier when your pussy is full of cum." a sly smile stretches across his face.
"kuna, missed you." with the way you are clinging to him it is evident.
"not as much as i missed you." he hums, straightening up to kneel between your legs, his large hand almost entirely encapsulates your ankle as he brings it to the broad of his shoulder. "fuck, look at this stretched out hole, crying cum. s'cute." he flashes you a hazy smile and you ache for another kiss. you ache for him to fuck your used cunt.
he breathes a heavy sigh whilst watching your pulsating hole spill yuji's cum in streaks of ivory white.
"need you, kuna. please, i need you." you whine, your toes curling and your back arching like you cannot stay still when he is leering over you.
sharp red eyes widen in a crazed way. he looks manic.
"greedy. you already had your cunt stuff." his hand clamps down on your throat, pressing hard at the sides and making you squirm. "and you still need me. you still need your dripping pussy stuffed with my cock and my cum. you want to be that full?"
you are gushing. you are spilling yuji's cum everywhere and still you need sukuna.
he is big over you, if anyone looked at him they would not see you at all. not with the way his muscles are spread and bulging. covered in veins. the way every single part of him flexes when he has you under him.
"yes. yes, i need you so bad." you mewl, your mouth all clammy with spit, your eyes swollen from all your crying. he looks too proud. too satisfied. like you always say the right thing.
"you're such a spoilt little thing." he coos, reaching down for his throbbing cock and patting the weighted head right on your stinging clit. it is barely any stimulation yet you are shrieking. "s'all my fault. isn't it."
you bob your head, eyes leaking as many tears as your cunt is dripping liquid.
"yeah. s'always kuna's fault." he slaps his cock against your clit, a soppy noise filling the room before he drags his tip to your cum slick pussy lips.
he is not going to wait, not when yuji prepped you so well. he came so much in your syrupy walls, he already stretched you out. although it still aches a little more as he bullies himself right into your hole. he is still bigger, the feeling of being full has you growing warmer.
"it is." you warble, drooling and complete stupid. "s'your fault that i'm like this." so obsessed with him. so sick over him like it is an infection that buried its way into your veins and tainted your blood supply.
"like you this way." he bites down on his lip, his pelvis flush to yours, the hairs curled and soaked by your slick and his cum. "fuckin hell, why's your cum so hot, brat?" he laughs while letting you adjust to him but the load pumped deep in you proves to be enough lubrication.
your head tilts to meet yuji's eyes, he turns to his side, closer to you now. he slips a hand into yours to bring it to his lips. soft kisses meet your skin. "how does it feel, pretty baby?" his voice is so kind. it does not match the way he was pounding open your insides a few minutes ago.
"s'full." you whimper, your brain dissolved to mush.
"you wanted it like this, you wanted to be a whore." sukuna sighs above you, unceremoniously shoving his hair back. his demeanour is cracking the longer he feels you clenching on him. he feels like he has finally returned home after being gone for too long.
"only for you two." you manage to say despite the way your sensitive cunt is thoroughly pulled open. yuji's smiling, he smiles and you instantly grow dizzier.
"yeah? i have the prettiest girl with the tightest cunt swallowing up my cock." he squeezes your waist and yuji's mouth finds the crook of your neck. hands stroke your breasts and stomach, they both find purchase in your spent body as sukuna pulls out only halfway and then fills you to the brim all over again.
sukuna has such a tight hold on your thigh it is bruising you almost instantly, he finds revery in rawing your cum filled slit.
you can see yuji more now, glimmering eyes, flushed cheeks and swollen lips. "you're so pretty, jiji." you whine, your walls slurping up every inch of sukuna as he slams into you without relent.
your head is spiralling into a bleary mess.
"kuna, fuck, kuna feels so good inside me. you're so handsome." your babbling makes him grin, wide and wild.
"your pussy makes me lose my mind." he airily says before leaning down to kiss you. he is consuming you and your entire body tingles.
sukuna fucks with even and sharp thrusts. deep, hard, fast. like he wants to leave you searing from the inside out. his cock has veins and ridges that stroke your gummy walls and make you spill all over him.
spit and a slick tongue fills your mouth, hungry and eager. your body jerks with the strength of his thrusts and you are squeezing yuji's hand through it all.
sukuna's hooded eyes find his brother's, still pumping his cock into your weeping walls that grip him like you wish he would stay a lifetime. he leans back, lips still brushing yours. "yuji came so much, he filled up your little hole." you are panting in his face, crying his name.
you are a wreck. completely and irrevocably.
sukuna hooks your legs around the narrow tapering of his waist, fingers groping your flesh. "got such a sweet cunt, baby." he coos, "your face is sweet, your tits are sweet, mouth is too. everything about you is sweet." you whine for him, you whine for him while yuji is leaving kisses down your neck. "and i'll cum in you to make you sweeter."
you nod.
you beg, plead, ache for it.
to be stuffed, to have your cunt so plugged full of cum you will be left leaking for days.
your mouth desperately seeks yuji's and he caresses your cheek all nice while you leave strings of mess all over his brother. your back arching like you want him to see more of you. feel more of you.
sukuna slams so deep, he hits that one spot in you particularly hard. you are mewling into yuji's mouth, sucking his tongue and tightening your legs around sukuna to beg for a deeper fuck.
sukuna does it well, he always has. his fingers trace every bit of your body within reach, gripping as much as he can. he lets you fill his hands while he pounds your engorged pussy.
you are leaving a spume of syrup around his base, staining his pelvis and leaking down his balls.
"kuna, please fill me up." you whine right into yuji's mouth, his eyes locked onto yours like he cannot get enough of the expression on your face. "fuck me full. make a mess of my pussy." your broken words spur him on. plunging into you harder, holding you tighter.
"i'll give you that and more, doll face." sukuna does not say anything without certainty that he can back it up. his thrusts grow harder and harder. rougher and more brutal until your sentences jumble into nonsense and cries.
your mind is entirely blank while you take the harsh fucking but it is so delicious and it is so good you cannot get enough.
"i love you, i love you, s'much. love you." it is all broken and watery. when he releases a glutinous load into your cunt, you keen and cry. your nails are digging into yuji's flesh and you are moaning like a ditzy slut.
your cunt creams while sukuna is filling you. like an automated response. you are so full and sticky. you are so sore and yet your cunt throbs for more.
"you're such a good girl." yuji pecks your mouth. you are exasperated, hissing as sukuna continues to pump into you.
your pussy is puffy and swollen, without a doubt.
he crowds over you, nudging his nose to yours. you looked ruined and exhausted. you are still the most gorgeous thing to ever grace his eyes.
"did i prove it?"
"mm." you can barely hum.
"i love you too." runny cum is leaking around his softening cock but he is unable to leave you.
the smell of sex is insanely high, you only feel more intoxicated when both their lips are entangled with yours. sticky strands of saliva are exchanged, open mouthed and messy. your mouths meet over and over. desperation increasing.
you are not sure whose tongue is where or who spits the most.
you were a good girl.
perhaps, sukuna primed you up for this.
maybe they both did. because they are bad boys.
and bad boys always win.
i hope this was a good read & worth the wait. i had a "final" draft of this that i planned to post earlier this year but i hated everything about it. i felt like it wasn't good enough and i didn't want to put out something i was cringing while reading
i ended up rewriting this two times and now i'm confident in it
the satoru you're used to seeing is reserved. he wears baggy clothes, he speaks a mile a minute about his many hyperfixations, he loves video games. his glasses' lenses are so thick, his eyes look almost nonexistent. not to mention he has a nasty habit of pushing them up his sleek nose bridge every few minutes.
you notice he scrunches his nose a lot, like he finds himself irritated at the pads constantly clinging to his skin but he wouldn't last a minute without them.
everything you thought was a lie. beneath loose fabric is a body carved by the Gods. like they came down just for him and could not resist blessing him divinely.
despite being tall, he looked lanky and subdued. yet here he is with broad shoulders, bulging biceps, defined indentations of abs trailing down his stomach. his figure tapers into a slim waist, his chest is full, there are veins lining his forearms.
how is it possible that someone could be bare and look so big.
how is it possible that a single layer of fabric could conceal thickened masses of thighs and sculpted calves?
and his eyes. his face.
you wonder how many people have seen him like this. you wonder how many people he has graced with those stunning orbs. they are enchanting. satoru looks unreal. he looks gorgeous.
he looks like some entity that could not possibly be from this world. he is too perfect.
you find yourself wanting every bit of him to yourself. you want him to keep it all hidden and show it to only you.
"fuck, toru." your hand grips his hair a little tighter and he looks up at you. he looks up with fluttering white lashes and steals all the air from your lungs.
his dexterous fingers are gripping the plush flesh of your thigh, keeping you spread open and completely exposed for him. his tongue drags from your leaking slit to the stilted bundle of nerves that he has long coated in sticky saliva.
why is he so good at this?
he pulls away, only an inch, like it physically pains him to leave your weeping pussy. of course it does! he has been dreaming about this since he first saw you.
"i like when you call me that." he softly says, a shiver runs down your back when his heated breath hits your skin. he dives in again, his broad tongue pressing hard against you. he tastes you deeply, he savours every drop coating his tongue.
why is he so good at this? you hate it. you hate that anyone else had him before you. you hate that he's only so good at this because he spent time between someone else's legs.
you've never felt like this with anyone before but satoru is different.
"you do?" your gaze lingers on blushed cheeks and fiery red ears, on the way you can hear him panting like he is so overwhelmed with want.
he seems all flustered but every bit of it is a facade. he nods like he isn't sinking two thick fingers inside of you and pumping them into you slowly and evenly.
his pink lips enclose around your clit. he sucks hard and your back arches almost instinctively.
"i'll say it as much as you want, toru." your words are torn with whiny mewls. his fingers fucking into you quicker like he's pleased. he needs to hear you say it without end.
there's no innocence in him even if his appearance screams it. not when he curls his fingers deep inside you with invigorated prowess.
they stroke your syrupy walls with so much skill, it makes too many feelings rear their ugly head.
jealousy.
possessiveness.
none of which you have ever felt before so why now? and why with him?
you throw your head back, eyes rolling. your mind spinning with too many thoughts that should not be there.
his tongue relentlessly strokes your clit, flicking and licking, it makes your hips buck upwards, you are unable to stay still. your lips parting with high pitched moans of his name.
your slick is staining his fingers, soaking them completely. every wet, sticky squelch meets your ears as he pounds his digits deep inside you.
he pulls back, leaving a kiss right on the mound of your cunt. how could he not be obsessed with you?
"can you look at me, pretty?" you are so pretty, satoru's stomach fills with a tornado of butterflies every time he sees you, hears you, thinks of you.
he swears the blood leaving his heart increases tenfold when you even smile at him.
he feels it again when you look at him this time too. he hasn't grown any less weak for you.
you thought you were finding your bearings and then the bastard flashes that pretty grin at you and everything collapses. his cherub cheek nuzzles your thigh before he sucks down on your skin.
hard.
bruising.
his gaze is trained on yours as he does it and his fingers are fucking into your cunt in a way that makes your thighs tremble and your back arch.
and you keep biting your lips because the sounds you are making are borderline embarrassing.
you are letting out ragged breaths and still you manage to caress the thick tuffs of white hair, he practically purrs at the feeling.
"am i doing good?" he cerulean eyes are still wide but his pupils are blown out. he looks like he's thinking. really hard. he nibbles on his bottom lip before his thumb finds your clit and he rubs even circles. "am i being good for you?"
your body was already rocking under the weight of his movements but you jerk at his words.
his eyes flick up and down unsurely, like he's waiting for your response. like he needs your validation and no one else's.
when you pause for too long he rolls your stilted bundle of nerves a little harder.
"you are." your mouth feels too sodden with spit, no matter how much you swallow it doesn't feel like enough. he lights up. "you're so good, toru. you're making me feel like i'm losing my mind."
he is too. his fingers pull out of you so fast you shriek in surprise. your legs are thrown over his built shoulders and he buries his face in your cunt.
his slick tongue sinks inside you and the borderline whimper he lets out is settling heat in your tummy. your thighs press against either side of his head, hips bucking wildly but you cannot run away.
it's not like you want to.
what sane person would deny a man who looks like an angel? especially one who has his tongue desperately thrashing inside of your soaking pussy like it is his last meal.
satoru isn't teasing and he certainly isn't going slow. the slick muscle drives into you, your insides clenching around him repeatedly. your taste washes over his entire mouth and gives him a permanent addiction.
he'll never recover. he refuses to try.
"why is everything about you so perfect? you taste like heaven, you look too good for this world. too good for me." he pants desperately before lapping at your cunt. the tip of his tongue prods your swollen insides. "how can i not be obsessed with you?" he whines, low and aching. like he can no longer resist.
his tongue slips back into you, deep and endlessly wriggling. his pupils would take the shape of hearts if it were possible. his jaw drops lower, pushing into you like he needs to have more of you in his mouth.
wrapped around his tongue.
ruining him.
your entire body is shaking, the messier he gets, the more frenzied his movements become. your hips are fucking against his face without control, you are gripping his hair so tightly it makes his brows furrow but he likes it.
he won't complain.
your juices are endless, coating his jaw and soaking his tongue.
"oh my-.." your toes curl, your voice a harsh whisper, "right there, fuck." he doubles his efforts, his tongue lashing deep within you, unyielding and so incredibly greedy.
his hunger for you is insatiable, his mouth working you intensely. his nose is pressed to the mound of your pussy and he leaves you breathless.
you shriek, your hips tilting off the sheets like you are aching for more of him.
his large palms find your ass, groping the flesh before he lifts your spent body and angles you in a way that makes his tongue sink deeper. you are seeing stars or maybe your vision is blurred by tears of pleasure.
satoru has reduced you to a muddled mess, one that is grasping at his hair like it is the only thing anchoring you as you writhe beneath him.
the rise and fall of your chest is quickened, your eyes rolling back and your moans filling the room.
he can feel you tensing, he can feel your body coiling like a spring that is on the verge of snapping.
he pulls his tongue out, your taste heavy in his mouth. he only sucks in a small breath before his lips are back on your clit. two fingers filling your cunt again. thick and long and they feel better than yours ever have.
his slick muscle is merciless on your clit, your legs shaking over his broad and muscly shoulders. one strong arm wrapped around your abdomen, reminding you just how wrong you were about him.
your voice is a warbled mess, completely incapable of forming anything sensical.
you want more than just cumming all over his face, more than him licking up every drop that seeps out of you.
you want to be ravaged and used and taken. by him and for him to never extend that to anyone else. only you.
you might not be able to say it but satoru seems to be a mind reader. and he will oblige with heightened enthusiasm.
he scissors his fingers within the confines of your tight cunt, stretching you out, the swipes of his tongue on your clit becoming a blur.
you are leaking so much, it mixes with his spit. it stains your thighs and drips down and he is eagerly drinking it all down like the thought of wasting any hurts.
"toru, m'gonna cum. i'm going t'cum." you whine, you have lost all decency. you are falling apart on his tongue.
you swear you feel him smiling against you. his fingers pound into you deeper and quicker. his tongue battering your sensitive clit, sucking down in a way that makes your teeth grit.
"s'too much. way too much."
and he shakes his head like he hasn't torn you to pieces. as if he does not have you completely at his mercy.
"it's not." his voice rumbles against you. "have so much more to give you."
when he talks like that, how are you suppose to leave him alone. of course you'll want him all to yourself!
you can barely move with the way he has you secured to him, you swear blood is rushing to your already liquified brain.
he feels you clamp down on his fingers, so tight. he wants you on his cock.
your body shakes and rocks, screaming his name as your orgasm hits you. he groans against you, your juices flooding his mouth and he drinks you in. his slick tongue laps between your folds and finds your buzzing clit.
he slowly lowers your body to his sheets, the aftershocks of your orgasm have your thighs trembling and you are whimpering so sweetly.
even as satoru lays you down he is following your cunt with his mouth. you flinch in surprise, he presses against your swollen and messy pussy. kissing her all soft and nicely. he's making out with your cunt, sucking on your lips. tasting, savouring, claiming everywhere he has already had.
you lightly hum at the feeling, your body limp and spent. his eyes are fluttering as he eats up your cunt all over again. his hunger unquenched.
your hand is shaky, reaching for his face and cupping his cheek. "c'mere." satoru separates from your pussy with sticky strands of spit connecting to you and slick mess covering his face.
he leaves wet kisses up your body, his nose nuzzling yours once he hovers above you.
he seems to push further against your hand every time you stroke his hair and cheek. like he is addicted, like he needs your touch.
"you're perfect." he hums at the praise, his eyes shutting as he rubs into your palm more. "you're very pretty." he had been hiding it all.
turns out he showed it to other people. you know you shouldn't ask.
it comes out nonetheless. "how many people have you been with before?" his eyes open, hooded and low.
"three." he bites down on his lower lip and then he smiles. "are you jealous?"
he says it teasingly but satoru's cock is aching. it has been this entire time and you look a little in awe when you notice the sheer amount of precum that his thick cock has spewed. he wants you as obsessed with him as he is with you.
"i am." your admission makes his breath catch. you caress his face and then your hand finds his throat. though smaller you are still able to squeeze the sides and leave him gasping. you bring him closer and he whimpers.
he whimpers. all watery and broken.
his body almost collapses as he leans over you more. his heavy cock is hot when it meets the flesh of your thigh.
your lips brush against his, bitten raw and his are glossy with your juices.
"don't be." he can't deny that he likes it though. he wants you to own him. you squeeze a little, to remind him. to make him whine. "no one compares to you, i swear. i've never liked anyone as much as i like you or the way i like you." his eyes keep flickering to your lips. he swallows hard. "they didn't mean anything. you're the only one. you're the only one i want. and.." he breathes shakily, his lips have been brushing against yours with every single word he says. "please kiss me. please. i want you to kiss me." he has been rambling for long enough and he is being so sweet.
you can't deny him.
when his mouth meets yours satoru is shaking. he has to hold himself up with every bit of strength in his body to avoid collapsing on you.
your mouths move in sync, open mouthed and messy. his tongue glides along yours, he presses against you more, deepening the kiss and humming into your mouth.
he's a good kisser. you've kissed him before.
he gasps when you reach down and stroke his cock. it's pretty, thick and long and veiny and so big you know it will ache.
you know it will hurt when he fucks into you.
you want it to hurt. you want him to take you.
you waste no time, rubbing his reddened tip between your sodden cunt and he is melting. you are taking all the strength from his body.
"then show me. show me i'm all you want. that it's me and no one else." you have his cock lined up at your entrance. you are offering satoru everything he has been dreaming about.
he wanted it long before and he'll want it again and again without relent.
he swallows hard but before his cock can truly breach your slit and fuck you full he speaks. "let me get my glasses first."
your expression contorts in surprise. he is still over you, an arm outstretched to grab them off his nightstand.
he fumbles to quickly slip them on "i just need to see everything." he'll finally have your cunt split open on his cock, he needs to commit the sight to memory.
you let out a light laugh and pull him down over you. your legs hook around his waist and you nuzzle his nose.
his glasses slip lower and he has to reach up to adjust them like he always does.
"you're cute, toru."
your satoru is too precious. he's showing you things that he hasn't shown to many people.
your satoru has given you his heart because you're so special.
he'll show you now and he'll keep showing you.
i just got glasses and we all love nerdjo so here we are
╰┈➤ rundown; how he would deal with you catching an attitude. i had toji fushiguro, megumi fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, suguru geto, ryusei shidou, katsuki bakugo & touya todoroki in mind for this ;)
╰┈➤ drabble; female! brat! reader, use of the words bitch, slut, fuck doll, begging, blow job, deep throating, face fucking, spanking, choking, rough + unprotected sex, creampie, dumbification, marking (hickies and scratching), hair pulling, he is MEAN.
pls let me know if i should add any more warnings !! not proofread !!
"babe." you throw your head back in annoyance, reaching for the large palms gripping your hips as if trying to right your wrongs but it only upsets him further.
"told you no touching." he roughly pins your wrists to the bed, his face nears yours and you find yourself leaning closer to kiss him but he just won't give in. "keep them there."
his warm touch finds your thighs, coaxing along the flesh before his hips roll and he slowly fucks into you.
he feels good, too good.
he always does but right now this isn't enough. the slow stroke of his cock pulling your cunt apart and the swollen head nudging your cervix isn't enough.
you feel every vein, even ridge, every bit of his stiff cock but he's fucking into you so painfully slow. your chest heaves, fingers twitching, desperate to be on his skin. you're desperate to have him messily kissing you until his pink lips are swollen.
his eyes look stony, gazing at your cunt swallowing every inch. he seems to take in every bit of slick that coats him. you're soaking. you've drenched him entirely.
he can feel you pulsing along him, he can feel your slick hot and sticky on his cock.
he loves your pussy too much for his own good. he's drunk on you and you know it too well. that's why he has to do things like this.
every pump of his hips to fill your cunt, is too slow for you to think straight.
you're aching for a rough pounding, you're aching to sink your nails into his back, to have his chain hanging in your face and his gravelly moans in your ear.
but this.
this is torture. you think this might be the worst punishment you have ever received.
he is mad, you can see it all over his face.
you spent the entire drive home squeezing your thighs together looking at him grip the steering wheel so hard his veins were more pronounced.
maybe you would've behaved if you knew this was what he had in mind.
you would think a man this enraged would have less restraint but somehow it seems to be the opposite for him.
your jaw hangs, a muted whimper escaping you as he cants his hips and sinks his cock inside you again. it feels like forever before his tip kisses your cervix. you can't help that your hips buck forward, you can't help that your legs tighten around his narrowed waist, urging him closer.
he doesn't budge.
his fingers squeeze your hips and you swear you've broken his resolve but you're left hissing in surprise when he pulls out. it's the first thing he has done swiftly all night.
"do you ever listen?" his lips pull back in irritation.
"i said i was sorry." you whine. your cunt clenches around nothing, only leaking with more slick. you're all doe eyed feigning innocence as you look up at him.
"you weren't sorry when you were acting all bitchy" he quips. his darkened eyes trail over your messy cunt, your neglected clit is just begging for his touch. for him to rid you of an itch only he can scratch.
you raise yourself to your elbows, eyes never leaving his. his breath slows when your hand caresses his chest. your skin is far softer than his.
he's only growing angrier.
he finds himself wishing he wasn't this weak for you but truthfully, he wouldn't change a thing.
your touch trails down from his stiff chest to the ridges of his abs. his head tilts to the side, you're really pushing it tonight. you stop just before his cock, your eyes skim over the stiffened thickness of his girth, coated in your wetness and leaking.
you bite down on your bottom lip before your fingers find your cunt, trailing through the wetness, you're so sensitive your back arches as you sink two fingers as deep as they can go.
"i promise i'm sorry. want you to fuck me like you mean it, think i deserve it." your voice is all whiny and soft. all honey dew and sugar coated.
you're spoilt rotten, he's the one responsible for it. you know how to get your way, you're good at it.
but you're forgetting he is as stubborn as you.
your fingers slip out, sticky with strings of wetness and you're spreading your cunt for him to see. he breathes hard.
you jolt when he roughly snatches your hand.
"you think you deserve it?" he says incredulously. "really?"
the corners of your lips tip into a sly smile that you're fighting to conceal.
"mmhm and i really need you." you know how to fuck with his head. you know how to destroy his sanity. "need to feel you deep inside me, need you to fuck me until i can't think."
you're shoved down against the sheets, his hard body meets yours, you hum at the feeling. his eyes are darker. his chest heaves more. you feel his cock brush your dripping hole and your legs instinctively hitch higher on his waist.
"if you want to get fucked, you need to listen." his hands are so much bigger, they enclose your wrists and press them to the sheets.
your tongue slips out to wet your lips and you nod. "i'll do whatever you say."
your jaw hangs in a drawn out moan as his cock slowly fills you. his abs tense due to your relentless clenching.
he's closer now, he's on you now.
you tilt your head up, lips brushing against his but he doesn't lean closer than that.
"keep your hands to yourself." he breathes. "and you only take what i give you."
you nod.
your cunt aches a little more, he's so big. every time he sinks back into you, you feel yourself stretching. he pulls you too wide and goes too deep. it rids your mind of any coherent thoughts.
you're huffing hot breaths, trying to control your hips. trying to be obedient.
your eyes trail over his face. he's pretty.
his lengthy lashes flutter, nose scrunching ever so slightly every time he feels you. he likes being in your cunt, he likes how hot you feel on him. and he likes-
"so fucking tight."
you're smiling. of course you are. your body rocks while he fucks into you. but it's still slow. he rolls his hips forward with a low grunt.
"babe."
he ignores you. he's too busy plunging his aching length inside your messy cunt.
"babe." you whine, a pout on your lips when he meets your eyes. "y'know, you haven't kissed me for the night."
you lean up to nudge your nose with his and he hates the way he falters. he hates the way he can do nothing to stop his hips roughly pounding into you before he finds his bearings.
he hates how pleased you look. he hates the way you dumbly smile with a ditzy look on your face from only a few heavy strokes of his cock. he is breathing hard into your shared air before his jaw clenches.
"listen to me or i won't fuck you at all." he doesn't know how much longer he can hold up this stupid punishment. he wonders if he's punishing you or himself because he has his pelvis flush to yours and your sticky pussy is slurping on him like you don't ever want to let him go.
too tempting.
"you're bluffing."
"try me." he grits his teeth.
he sits back on his knees, you find yourself disappointed at the distance.
"don't move."
he pumps his hips. moving shallowly, only the base of his cock exiting your gummy walls before he fucks it back into you.
you mewl. his dextrous fingers find your clit and he rolls the stilted bundle of nerves for the first time tonight.
he looks pretty like this, he looks pretty with his eyes trained on your cunt and his cock deep in you. he looks pretty with tense shoulders and a heaving chest.
you're really trying your best, you're trying to restrain every bit of you that is begging to touch him. but how can you really help yourself?
he looks good when he's mad. he looks good when his jaw is locked and you think it's cute how he flares his nose.
you know how to push his buttons. you're desperate to push him over the edge and break his resolve.
"it wouldn't make a difference if you stopped, this doesn't count as fucking me anyway." it's terribly unconvincing because your voice is all watery and broken.
he presses hard on your clit before his hand harshly smacks the twitching bundle of nerves, your hips cant upwards on his cock still lodged inside you.
if he was angry before, you feel like steam would be coming out of his ears now.
"you know what? i don't have to deal with this nasty attitude when my hand works fine." you flinch as he suddenly pulls out.
he wouldn't stop, right?
"mine does too." you retort but the ache between your legs is still begging to be quelled.
his arms flex, biceps bulging as his fingers grip your face and he squeezes your cheeks. his eyes are narrow.
oh, you've done it now.
"go ahead, fuck your little cunt for yourself. see if i care." his voice has deepened, strained with anger and his unsatisfied desires.
you can use your hand.
you can fuck your cunt until you cum. you know your body as good as he does but it won't be the same.
that wouldn't be enough.
it would not compare to his heavy body over you, or his fingers knotted in your hair. it would never compare to the girth of his cock pulling you wide open and fucking you until you're plugged full of hot, sticky strands of his seed.
why do it yourself when you can have him?
even if it means begging a little.
"babe, c'mon." you quip. he looks like he has already made up his mind and it won't change.
"i'm sick of your shit." he moves off of you, sitting at the edge of the bed but before he can reach for his boxers you are on him.
he breathes a little harder as your lips find his neck, your hand threading through the thick locks of his hair before caressing his angular jaw and trailing down his firm chest.
he jerks in surprising when your much smaller hand strokes his cock, still hot and sticky from your dripping pussy.
it's all he's thinking about, sinking deep inside you again sounds much better than depriving himself of your cunt.
he wishes you weren't so prissy then he would fuck you the way you're aching for.
"m'sorry." your voice should not be this adorable. no one could possibly resist you.
"yeah, right." he says through gritted teeth, eyes slightly rolling as your delicate hand palms his cock. he can hardly think straight and your goal for the night seems to be destroying him completely.
and then you whine in his ear like a fucking sex drunk slut.
"m'really sorry, y'know i didn't mean it. just missed you." he lets out a shaky breath, biting his lip as his eyes flick down to watch the languid strokes of your touch gliding up and down. he is covered in so much slick, so much of you that it's easy to tug at his cock.
"that's your excuse every fucking time. you act like a bitch and then say s'cause you missed me." your finger trails along his ear, a second later your tongue replaces it. he curses lowly, too caught up in the feeling of your lips trailing down the column of his throat. leaving his skin heated with saliva from sucking marks. "how does that make sense, baby?
"you're the one that didn't see me for three days." your voice is less begging now, bordering on irritation as you separate from his neck.
"there's that attitude again." he sucks his teeth, biting back a groan when you squeeze around the base of his thick cock. he tilts his head towards you, his nose nudging yours and he is all too pleased at how quickly you melt.
your eyes go wide and teary, your lips pouted and all he wants to do is bite them until they're swollen red. "i'm sorry, m'sorry, babe." he really is trying to resist you but then your little hand leaves his cock and reaches for his nape to pull him for a kiss so desperate it erases every thought of denying you.
he lets you, he lets you have your way with him. he lets you trip and fall and act like your world will end without him.
he likes you this way.
you're whimpering apologies with your tongue lashing his and he is licking into your mouth with renewed vigor.
he likes knowing how entangled you are in him.
you separate just barely, shared air growing dense with tension, with palpable want. "i'll make it up to you." you hum and his chest heaves as you steady yourself on your knees at his side and lean down to teasingly lick right below his navel.
he swallows hard because your ass is bare and perched out for him to see and all he can think about is how badly he wants to leave it bruised and stinging.
his jaw clenches tight enough to grind stones when your tongue laps over his leaking tip. you were trying to fray his resolve at the edges but it was undone a long time ago and he cannot deny himself of you any longer.
"wonder who you love more, me or my cock?" your breath is hot and damp while your slick tongue glides around his blushed head. his length glistening with the remnants of your juices and resting it's taste on your tongue.
"love you." you whimper, soft hand jerking his cock before your lips press to the tip and saliva is spewed down it.
he likes how nasty you get for him. he loves seeing the defiant heat in your eyes when you're being all mean to him because he knows this is what you'll be reduced to a second later.
he bites down on his bottom lip, hips thrusting up and muscles bulging as your slimy tongue rolls around and prods his slit.
it's hard to believe you love him more than his cock when you have the swollen and dripping head between your puffy lips and you are soaking it with spit after he had it lodged in your cunt.
"you're so big." your voice practically vibrates against his cock before you take it into your mouth, slow and deliberate. he has seen this sight too many times to count but he would never tire of it.
a soft groan rumbles in his chest as you lower yourself further. the taste of you and him, laying heavy on his throbbing erection, is one of salt and sin. the heady mixture instantly makes your head spin.
he has your mouth wide as you take him deeper, he borderline whines when you reach his base. his cock hitting the back of your stretched throat and he has to fight the urge to thrust.
all he can feel is the warmth of you wrapped around him and every muscle gripping him.
"you piss me the fuck off. always get me mad and then do shit like this... s'fucking annoying." he can hardly contain himself when his dick is shoved so deep in your throat that your pretty eyes are watering.
you hum around him, the vibration making his eyes roll before your cheeks hollow and you suck.
you are taking his soul. there is no doubt about it.
then, you go in for the kill because you bob your head and he swears he is seeing stars. "fuck. fuck, baby." his hips jerk, he wants to fuck your mouth, he wants to hold your head down and use your bratty throat as he pleases.
with the feeling of velvety warmth surrounding his cock and your pretty face coated with tears, his hand reaches for your ass.
"look so good with your mouth stuffed like this, can't talk shit when you're choking on my cock, huh?" he gropes the flesh of your ass before his hand rears back and connects with your skin. you jolt, still swallowing his cock over and over until messy strands of spit collect on his length and stream down his balls.
he soothes the sting with soft circles of his callous hand but he's smirking at the way you let out a muffled shriek when he does it again.
"s'not really your fault that you act like this, i know." he coos, eyes narrowing as he glances down at you. his dexterous fingers trail between your ass cheeks before cupping your soaking pussy. "it's hers. she makes you act all stupid, cause you let her do all the thinking."
his hand smacks your messy cunt and you whine around his cock, drooling around his girth.
you pull off with watery eyes, reaching down to rub your sticking spit into his swollen cock. every bit of you has wrecked him, he smacks your puffy cunt again, practically growling when you yelp and your cheek meets the dense muscle of his thigh.
his breathing is ragged while you work his cock, your thumb pressing hard against the vein that pulses along his underside before you lean in to drag your tongue along it.
"you're a fucking menace." he snarls, his hips bucking as he seeks more of your silken touch and your heated mouth.
you tug his cock down to envelop him back in heat as you swallow, your jaw aching at the stretch and your tongue squirming against him. his hand tangles in your hair driving his hips forward until you are gurgling and your lips are wrapped around his base.
he throws his head back, you feel unreal, you drive him insane. "actually g'na kill me." he groans, fucking into your mouth and cooing at the sight of furrowed brows and endless tears as he hits the back of your throat repeatedly.
"my pretty baby, love when you're being sweet." he hums, voice breaking into a stuttered moan. he can't get enough of your mouth, of the addictive feeling of you and having you at his mercy.
he grips your hair tight, shoving his entire length down your throat before letting go. you pull off his cock, gasping for air, spit and precum webbed in your mouth and sticking to his pulsing length. you sit up, liquid staining your jaw as you swallow the mess.
your pretty face is close to his, "still mad at me?" your voice is raspy all because he had his heavy cock deep in your throat.
he knows it will be sore tomorrow.
he knows that anyone you talk to tomorrow will be able to tell you let him raw your little throat.
"yeah." his voice lowly fills your ears yet he cups your cheek, stroking it gently which tells an entirely different story.
your kiss swollen lips pull into a smile that makes his heart beat quicken.
"won't stop until you're not mad." you clamber onto his lap, straddling his muscular thighs as you reach down for his hefty cock. you drag the thickness between your folds before position it at your soaking hole.
he grips your thighs as you take him, you both sigh in unison as you slowly take every inch of his pulsing cock. "pussy's so in love with me, look at how she opens up for my cock." he groans but you can tell how little control he has because his nails are digging into your flesh.
"uh huh, loves you s'much." you drawl, looping your arms around broad shoulders, face overtaken by bliss because you finally have what you wanted.
"i know, couldn't even go three days without it cause you're fucking obsessed with me." strong muscular arms surround your waist as you drop down on him, thighs smacking against his and your back arching once you are filled to the hilt.
he has your body flush to his, so much bigger than you that he engulfs you completely. he pulls out only a little before roughly slamming into you and making you shriek.
the stretch hurts so good.
he has your cunt spread and strokes every bit of your gooey insides and now any restraint has long been thrown away.
you desperately kiss him, lips softly smacking and a smug smile tugs at his lips. "just need fucking dick to make you act right. always need me to stuff you with my cock, that's the only time you stop running this slutty mouth."
he says all of it knowing he would live and die for your pussy, he is equally as obsessed with you.
he drives his hips roughly into you, his sodden cock jamming into your walls so hard your teeth grit and your back arches.
"this is what you wanted right? wanted to get fucked so hard that you can't think. look at you, drooling for it like a slut." his lips curl back in a snarl, wet squelches filling the room with every pound of his hips.
you whine, your hands scrambling on muscly and broad shoulders as your mind goes blank. "yes, yes, s'all i wanted! feels so good." he hugs you tighter, squeezing your body against him, fingers digging into your flesh.
your body is shaking as he pounds open your sopping pussy, roughly jolting from the weight of his thrusts, your thighs practically peeling away from his each time.
you gasp into his mouth when he hits a spot deep inside you that has you entirely consumed by the delicious feel of him claiming your cunt again.
his jaw drops into a moan too, cheeks reddened and brows furrowed before his tongue flicks out. yours meets his, slimy muscles glide together as his pulsing cock drags along your insides.
"fucking nasty, your pussy is so messy for me. she's crying on my cock cause she wanted it so fucking bad. would've fucked her out earlier but you just had to be a bitch."
your fingers knot in thick tuffs of hair and he hisses when you roughly pull. you arch against him like you want to be closer even though your skin is flush to his built body.
"you love it, you love when i'm a bitch. love when i fight you and make you chase me." your plush lips part in a high pitched moan because the weight of his thrusts only increases. "s'why you fuck me like this." you whimper.
he jerks his hips, rough and powerful, it hurts. your body grinds against his and he only fucks you harder, the rhythm punishing. your forehead meets his, gasping for air because he takes it all away. his fingers are digging into your flesh and you know without a doubt they leave bruises in their wake.
"yeah." he leans in to lick into your mouth, using your body like a weightless fuck doll. "i love when my baby thinks she can mouth off to me cause it means i can fuck you like the little slut you are. don't have to feel bad about being mean to you when you deserve it." he snarls but he leans in to claim your lips in a sweet kiss.
his firm muscles are all tense and straining, your thighs trembling while he continues to buck upwards, absolutely no exhaustion overcoming him.
he kisses down your sternum before taking your nipple into his mouth, rolling the pert bud with his tongue and biting down. he groans when you tug his hair but he's sucking down and grazing his teeth on the sensitive flesh.
"you're fucking hot, baby. s'annoying." one arm keeps you secured to him, entirely at his mercy. his other hand wrapping around your throat, that's dwarfed by the size of his palm. he squeezes, enough to make you feel it, feel him.
his cock slips out shallowly and slides back into your soaked cunt with a filthy suctioning noise like your pussy wants to keep him stuck deep inside you. like she never wants to let him go.
your trembling thighs are stinging every time dense muscle meets the underside, your body already aching from the rough fucking.
"cunt's still tight as hell. doesn't matter how many times i've fucked her, she's still strangling my cock." creamy white has started collecting at his base, each thrust driving into you harder than the last and he is slamming your body down to meet every movement.
he presses his lips to yours, tongue fucking into your mouth like his cock is drilling into your pussy. he can taste himself on your tongue.
your body convulses, cunt incessantly clenching around him and it only goads him to drive deeper into you. your nails scrape at his shoulders, it seems he has fucked you entirely dumb.
his touch glides up your back before raking down your spine, leaving similar red welts. you are shivering in his lap, your cunt drenching him so much that it stains his thighs and drips down his heavy balls.
you can only let out ragged gasps as his cock throbs inside you with a steady pulse. you swear you feel every single vein on his thick cock.
"giving you exactly what you wanted, always do. got you so spoilt." his voice is low and it only makes your cunt squeeze him.
his lips find yours, hungry and demanding and you reciprocate with your tongue messily tangling with his. "so fucking tight."
he growls against your mouth, meanly pounding up into you. you can't take much more. your brain is scrambled and tears have long been streaming down your face.
"you love it, love me and my cunt and how it chokes your cock." it is throbbing, it is spewing strings of pre cum in you already.
"nasty girl, you get so nasty for me." he reaches down to strum at your swollen and jittery clit. your cunt spasming and guzzling around him. "could fuck you forever, i could live inside your pussy."
"you better." you've left streaks of red scratches down his back and chest, desperate on his skin as you lose your bearings. "you better fuck me forever, don't want you to ever stop."
he lowly laughs at your admission, his eyes blown out with desire.
his swollen lips curl back in a snarl, holding you flush to him as he quickens his hips. your pussy sucking on his cock as he begins to drill into you rougher then before, harder than before. hitting so deep you swear your vision is turning white.
he hits that spot inside you every single time, the knot in your stomach binding tighter and tighter.
your fingers pull his hair but it does little to move him, shrieking watery moans every time his cock plunges into you. you grit your teeth, lids fluttering to send an onslaught of fresh tears down your cheeks.
you are shaking, your syrupy walls spasming and gripping him tightly. he is rolling your clit quickly and intensely.
your body is jolting like you want to get away but you are holding him and pressing against him like you need him to fuck you to completion.
you can feel his cock swelling inside you, his thrusts becoming more erratic and uneven the longer he fucks you.
"g'na cum, babe. m'gna cum." you whine, crying as your head drops to his firm shoulder, you are jerking with zero restraint.
"give it to me, baby. cum all over my cock, show me how much you love it." your gummy walls quiver against him, spasming before wrapping around him so tight that he is hissing. the rhythmic pulsing has his eyes rolling before your pussy floods with your release.
it coats his cock endlessly but even then he doesn't stop fucking you open.
"s'too much, fuck it's too much." you whine and his eyes flash.
he lets you go, you barely steady yourself on trembling hands as you rest them back on his knees.
both your eyes find the messy exchange of your pussy pulled wide around his cock, your slick covering him. callous hands grip your waist and he pumps into you, quickly and unevenly.
his abs tensing and biceps bulging. you feel too good on him, you feel like heaven sent.
"take it. fucking take it all, cause this is what you were acting up for." he can barely get the words out, they're all gruff and gravelly.
his expression is overtaken by open mouth moans as he watches his cock plunge into your pulled apart slit.
you shriek at how hard he grips you, at the sting of his thighs clapping against yours. all he is looking at is how completely ruined you are.
"you're so fucking perfect." his voice breathy and drawn out, brows knitted together before his jaw hangs and his hips slam up to fill you to the brim.
you're crying out his name, you can feel his cock throbbing inside you then thick spurts of cum coat your insides. the heated liquid streams deep within you and once he has thoroughly creamed your pussy, he gathers you into his arms.
your fingers thread through his hair and your lips meet his.
"i love you so much." he pants.
"i love you too." you whisper, a bit dopey and in awe when a smile spreads across his face. he looks good when he's angry and seething but he arguably looks better like this, with flushed cheeks and softened eyes. with sweaty skin and ruffled hair. you're admiring him as you lay limp against him.
"i hope you learned your lesson."
you lightly laugh, pressing a wet smooch to his lips and though you're nodding your head the mischievous smile on your face is proof that you're plotting your next scheme.
luckily, he loves dealing with your little attitude.
thinking thoughts , still working on the other fics i mentioned
╰┈➤ drabble; this is super self-indulgent, older! bf! toji (30s & 20s), mentions of virginity loss, yn has no experience kissing, blow job, use of the term 'prissy bitch,' facial, oral fixation (cum eating & finger sucking), mentions of a size difference, toji wears skinny jeans, yn calls toji 'old man,' yn has small boobs.
toji is older now.
he swears he has lived 20 different lives but he was never the type to fuck virgins or seek out younger women.
he finds them too immature, too clingy, too overbearing.
you turn out to be the only exception.
toji notices how pretty you are when you are laughing with your friends at the bar, it is the greatest sound to ever grace his ears.
he moves closer and he realises your beauty is beyond compare.
he can tell that you are not his age. no where near it. though something about you demands his attention, he concedes because his gaze never wanders from every perfect feature on your gorgeous face.
oh, do not think he has not noticed your banging body. how could he ever ignore it when your clothing clings to you like a second skin?
toji tells himself, he will keep things light. a little fling never hurt anyone.
he surely looks sleazy approaching you no matter how attractive he is. you can visibly see how much older he is by the greys scattered amongst strands of jet black. he has fine lines on his otherwise clear skin.
"what's your name, doll?" you look a little shaken by the depth of his voice. he pursues his lips when your friends start giggling and playfully nudging you but your eyes are on his face and on his body and the longer your stare at him the more interest you are.
he looks big in far too many ways, his hands look like only one is enough to engulf your throat entirely. his shoulders and back are broad but they taper into a narrow waist, his sleeves are straining against his biceps and usually you would hate skinny jeans on a man but here toji is with his thick muscular thighs completely outlined by the material.
a smirk pulls at the corner of his lips when your hand comes up to fan your face. he already knows your name because your friends are screeching it like a group of seagulls.
"yn, pretty name for a prettier woman." he speaks lowly, you are a bit off put by the pick up line cause ... why is it so lame?
it does not matter! it only takes 10 minutes of his sweet talk and you find yourself in his car with his tongue down your throat.
well, the minute you sat in his car toji covered your mouth with his. his lips are soft and you can feel the scar as he kisses you.
truthfully, you suck at this. your teeth are hitting his and sometimes scraping his tongue. you are going too fast and being too aggressive.
it still feels good though, he moans into your mouth but you do not make a sound.
you might be terrible at it but toji does not mind the sloppy make out session.
he pulls away, his cock already aching in his jeans, his hand grips your throat a little tighter. "you're so sexy." his voice is husky, it does not sound like his normal tone in the slightest.
you blink and toji is too caught up in the proximity of your pretty face that he flinches when you laugh.
you laugh, a hand reaching up to muffle the sound.
"what's up?" he asks after a second.
"nothing." your body shakes with giggles. "it was just funny."
he is a little baffled if he is honest. he never got that reaction before but you lean in and kiss him again. his hands grow more greedy, gliding between your legs and under your clothing. squeezing your breasts and stroking your sides.
that is as far as it goes. toji gets to slip his wet tongue into your mouth and touch you a little before you say you are going back to your friends.
he should let you go.
he should pretend the awkward encounter never happened. but he asks for your number. he messages you that same night.
you go on one date and you have toji hook line and sinker.
toji takes all of your firsts.
your first kiss, your first date.
your first time, when you asked him "do you think they're small?" as you grope your boobs. here you are lying beneath him looking like an angel that is too good for him and asking him that as if he has not lavished your pretty titties and buried his head between your legs to drink every drop leaking from your syrupy cunt.
"y'know i love your titties, doll."
"but they're not that big." you quip with a pout on your kiss swollen lips.
"doesn't matter, you're hot."
you are grinning like an idiot when his cock finally breaches your pussy.
the first time you suck his dick feels unreal, your throat is tight and you keep drooling, so much slick spit drenches his cock and stains your jaw.
"so fucking messy, baby." he groans, his hand coaxing over the back of your head and though he has half a mind to push your head down until his cock is seated far too deep in your virgin throat. he refrains.
"what the fuck? i told you no fucking teeth." he yelps as your teeth scrape along the underside of his heady cock. you have this mammoth of a man yelping. he would feel bad for how hard he is gripping your hair but he swears you are laughing even with his dick lodged in your mouth.
toji is appeased by your slow, inexperienced bobs as you swallow his cock over and over again. he forgets ever being mad at you when he is wrapped up in your throat that squeezes him so sweetly.
he enjoys your lips stretched around his base, your nose nuzzling short hairs and tears leaking from your pretty eyes.
your mouth is so hot and warm and you look so fucking gorgeous when you are sucking dick.
he has your lips coated in pre but he needs to see more.
he needs more than this.
he is pulling you off his cock, moaning obscenely at the sight of your hanging jaw, spit webbed in your mouth and strands netted to his length.
he jerks a rough hand around his thick cock a few times before he is spurting ropes of cum all over your face. you receive no warning but your eyes tightly shut when heated milky liquid coats your cheeks.
toji swears he can feel himself growing hard again at the sight.
"fuck, you look perfect like thi-.."
"ew, ew, ew! oh my-... it's so gross!!" you shriek. hands frantically swiping away at sticky cum.
oh, you prissy little bitch.
times like this toji realises why he does not go for virgins.
yet, you are his girlfriend.
his pretty, young girlfriend.
you are the reason everyone envies him. sure, on a daily basis you call him 'old man' as if toji was some weirdo that could not help but chase you (that's literally what he was though!!) and it irritates him to no end.
"i'm surprised you lasted that long, old man."
"as soon as it's 9 you'll fall asleep, old man."
"missed you so much, old man."
in your whiny little voice.
you will be in his arms and toji feels content but then you call him that and he will not hug you for the rest of the night. he will ignore even apology and every plead and every time you shake his unmoving body. you are left with his back facing you as he sleeps.
but toji likes the way your little body presses to his back and you tightly wrap your arms around him in a way that he swears no one could possibly pry you away from him.
you call him old man but you also call toji babe.
he likes nothing better than his younger girlfriend calling him babe when he picks you up from work or when you crawl into his lap as he is watching the sports channel.
he likes how you hold his hand and swing it when you both go out on a date, rambling about any and everything and toji is keeping count of the amount of times babe falls from your pretty lips.
you call him babe whenever you want something too.
"babe." your voice is soft, he can tell from here that you are speaking through pouted lips. he walks over to the couch, your head hanging off the edge and your feet propped on the back.
"told you to stop doing that." he sits beside you and almost immediately you clamber into his lap. your face nuzzling his neck and your legs on either side of him.
you whine when big, strong arms wrap around you and toji squeezes you a little. he always does that.
"what's got you so clingy today?" his hands slowly trail up and down your back as he inhales your scent.
when toji does not get a response, his lips part to ask again.
"ow!" he jolts at the sudden sting of pain. you bit him. your teeth dug down into the side of his neck and it hurt.
he pulls you back by your nape. "what is your problem?" his fingers pinch your cheek so tight you are batting at his hand but he does not relent.
he can see sharp teeth, you are like a puppy that considers him your chew toy.
"s'your fault, babe. you look super handsome right now! all the time actually." you shift on his lap, your cunt dragging along the bulge that is pressing right against you.
since being with toji, you have developed a nasty little oral fixation.
you are genuinely like a teething puppy.
toji has had to brush off too many questions about the marks you left on his biceps, his forearms, his shoulders, his neck.
this man has not known peace with you around (he would not have it any other way).
"no, you just always need something in this mouth." he sneers but there is no genuine anger behind it. not when two fingers fill your mouth and you suck almost instinctively.
you are slumping against him a second later, your drool dripping down his arm and soaking his clothes but he does not really care. you are sucking on his fingers until they start pruning up.
sometimes, that is all it takes but others times that is not enough to satiate you.
sometimes, you need to take toji's cock deep in your throat so you can suck until you are satisfied.
it is torture.
truthfully, he does not know why he indulges you so much when all it does is leave his cock achy and twitchy and far too overstimulated.
you would much rather swallow every drop of his cum than have it on your face, it does not take long for him to realise that.
when you are not sucking his cock, or his fingers or leaving teethy marks across the muscular planes of his body you are in toji's ear saying "i love you so much, babe." and toji is saying it back before the last syllable leaves your lips.
they say virgins are clingy but there is no one as clingy as toji when it comes to you.
while he does not usually go for virgins. you have more than stolen his heart and he is happily obliged to let you keep it hostage forever.
can't believe i've never written anything 4 toji b4
actually need him in a way that is concerning to feminism
╰┈➤ rundown; you can’t have everything you want but you definitely can’t have your best friend’s dad.
╰┈➤ caution; best friend's dad! nanami, age gap (20s & 40s), oral sex (female receiving, he literally loves to eat pussy), mentions of family issues, some jealousy (a really teeny tiny bit), protected sex, mentions of a size difference, mating press, marking (scratches). yuji is in here for 2 seconds.
| chapter 4 (tba) |
"i mean look at her, she's gorgeous." yua swipes through pictures of an older woman. "and dad went to dinner with her the other night." she seems overjoyed.
"i wouldn't mind if they got together. i always tell him he's only getting older and i think he should find someone. i don't want him to be lonely when i move out, you know?" you can only muster a shaky nod with a muted hum in understanding.
all you can think about is nanami going out with someone his age, someone he can show off proudly. it would be easier for him to be with her but you?
you are too difficult.
she sounds perfect for him, perhaps she already is because he even took her on a date.
nanami cannot do that with you.
the only thing he can offer you is constant reminders of how wrong you and him would be even when he kissed you. even when he had your taste on his tongue.
none of it means anything.
you know it is not your place to be mad at him.
after all, you are just his daughter's best friend.
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nanami is very perceptive.
you do not avoid him but he notices how your eyes never seem to go to him. not anymore.
he notices how quickly you head to yua's room when you come over. he is far too aware of the lack of a smile on your face when he enters the room because it was never that way before.
he has not been alone with you in a long time. it is for the better, right?
the hollowness in his chest that even deep breaths are unable to fill says otherwise. it weighs on him every hour of the day. he finds himself alone in his bed wondering why you changed.
he knows it is his fault. this is what he wanted. this is how it should be.
you think the same even though letting nanami go has torn your heart to bits.
you were doing so well until now.
because nanami is temptation and you are a sinner.
all you can hear is music ricocheting in your head but all you can see is him.
nanami is here to pick you up.
well, he is here for his daughter.
yua is tipsy but she knew her dad would come for her so it does not matter how much she drank at the party. she slumps in the passenger seat, her eyes shut.
nanami reaches over to fix her seatbelt and you fidget. the longer you look at him the more your chest aches. he already has someone, it is all you can think about.
he stares at you expectantly.
"aren't you coming inside?" his voice is so mellow. it floods your ears, it is all you want to hear.
your lips part, you want to say yes. you want to go with him.
"yn!" a boyish voice calls, it does not take long for him to reach you. his hand settles on the bare skin of your waist, he stands closer than he should but nanami realises you do not push him away.
in fact, you seem to lean closer to him. it creates an irate feeling in nanami, one he does not like. he has never seen the boy before, he does not recall him being on of your or yua's friends so why are you this comfortable with him?
"ready to head out?" he asks before glancing at the car. "oh, hey. you're yua's dad? yuji itadori, nice to finally meet you sir." he extends his hand but nanami can only focus on him touching you. still he shakes his it, gripping tighter than he should.
you swallow hard, his question sits heavy on your mind. you do not want to make it hard for him. maybe your advances were purely immaturity and his rejection was genuine.
you have to forget about him. it does not matter that his lips fit perfectly with yours or how eager his tongue was inside you.
it does not matter how he makes you feel because ignoring it is the ideal choice. you need to ignore how kind he is, how happy he makes you and everything he does to make you feel okay. you need to lock it away.
you notice the furrow of his brows. you do not want to hear him talk.
your heart cannot bear it.
"yeah, let's go." you tell yuji, "bye, nanami." you shakily wave.
he has to watch you skitter off in a too tight top and a too short skirt with a boy hanging onto your side. he has to drive off without you.
despite every bit of him protesting.
nanami watches you leave and he lets you go.
that is the right thing to do.
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kento is calling.
his name is kento on your phone, that in itself crosses so many lines.
"hi." you beg and plead with your heart to stay calm. you might as well tell it to stop beating because never having nanami felt like that.
"hello. are you okay?" his deep voice fills your ears over the speaker.
"yes."
"i'm outside." you can hear him. not just through your phone.
"where?"
"at your house." your heart shakes in your chest. you hear him.
he is on the other side of the door. you reach for the handle, you just got home. you have not locked it yet but here you are tugging it open, all you can see is nanami.
his scent invades your senses, his eyes trail over you. he looks disheveled, he looks stressed out.
your heart is anything but calm.
he lowers the phone from his ear. "can i come in?" you nod without realising. nanami does not wait for you to give him space, this time he invades yours. his large form brushes along you as he steps into your house.
you feel him, in a way you have before.
his chest is firm muscle and you swear you do not breathe for every second his body is in contact with yours.
his back and shoulders are broad, he looks too big for this little house. he looks too big for you.
"i'm sorry for the mess." you scurry behind him, you almost bump into him when he stops abruptly.
he faces you, so close that your chests are brushing. your head is tilted back to look up at him, he takes up so much space.
"you don't have to say sorry to me." his hand cups your cheek, caressing you gently. your body keens into him more.
you are doe eyed admiring him, your feet inch closer. even as you do it, he touches you. his fingers coaxes over your pulse. they stay there like he needs to memorise every beat of your heart.
"you look so pretty." he hums softly. your back arches at the sound of his voice. your body finally meets his.
you are so easy for him. you breathe him in and he lingers in your system. he alters the chemistry of your brain.
"why are you here?" you quietly ask. you do not know if you should say his name. you so boldly claimed that right before but things have changed.
he cannot be yours when he belongs to someone else.
his name begs and pleads to fall from your lips. it strains on your tongue. it seems like you are the only one that is meant to say it so you do. "kento."
nanami's finger grazes your cheek before he tucks your hair behind your ear. "i let some boy take you home when i should have. i don't know what kind of person he is or if he drives safely but i left you alone."
"i said i would go with him." your hands itch to be on him, they crave to hold him.
"you didn't mean it. i know you didn't." you wish he was not able to read you so easily. you wish you could put up a bigger fight but you fall apart where he is involved. "you wanted me to take you home, right?"
"it doesn't matter who drove me. i'd still be here." and this is not home. it never felt like it.
"i asked you if you wanted me to take you home?" his hands stroke your cheeks, his glasses slips down his nose bridge as he leans closer.
you know he means his house. the same house you find yourself too comfortable in but that is not where you belong. not in his house, not with him.
it is hard to swallow. your lips tremble and your eyes sting with tears. it is not where you belong but you want it to be. you wish it was.
"i did." your voice cracks.
"i'm sorry i left you." he holds your face so gently. he feels too right on you. he feels like he is meant to be yours.
"i didn't want to go with him, i wanted you." the tears seem endless. you think you will always want nanami.
"i know. i'm sorry, sweetheart." you body shakes with a sob. you swear you will collapse but nanami is there to gather you in his arms and pull you against him.
you cry so much it tears his heart apart. your hands find his shirt, gripping the fabric as your tears seep into it.
nanami is the only one who rids you of that contentious lonely feeling.
he cradles you against him. his hands glide over your skin like he needs to touch you all over before he secures an arm around your shoulders. the other threads in your hair and you press your face into his chest more.
you swear nothing can hurt you when you are with him. when he holds you like this nothing will get to you.
your body trembles against him and nanami only holds you tighter. he lets out a sound of frustration, he does not like when you are crying but he does not tell you to stop.
he wants to be there for you, when you feel like you are about to break. he wants to be someone you can depend on.
he leans down to press soft kisses to your cheek, you hug him tighter. there is no space between you but somehow, you wish you were closer.
you pull back suddenly, your cheeks coated in tears and an annoyed expression on your face. "who is she?"
nanami looks clueless. you huff in exasperation, "the woman you went to dinner with. who is she?"
"is that why you were mad at me?"
"i wasn't mad! answer me." his fingers splay on your skin like he wants to hold more of you. he brings you in further and his strength is impossible to resist.
"i didn't go to dinner with her. it was a company dinner." you let your immaturity get the best of you.
"oh."
a smile crosses his face and you can see the fine lines around his eyes. "now, who is he?"
"he's a friend, he's just touchy. it's nothing like that."
kento pinches your nose, "well, i didn't like it." he leans down, forehead pressing to yours. "i care. i care if you find someone else and i know it's selfish to think you won't." there has never been a more vulnerable moment than now.
"i promise i won't." not as long as he exists. your heart would never want anyone else.
"can i kiss you?" he asks as if you would ever tell him no. your arms wrap around his broad shoulders to pull him into you. this kiss is different.
this kiss has no restraint. not after you waited for so long.
nanami feels like a daydream, his kisses are soft and they seem unreal. his cologne seeps into your senses the same way he has sunken into your bloodstream.
you whine into his mouth, pressing against him more. you feel hard muscle, every inch of him is.
his touch leaves heat on your body as he reaches for your waist. there is too much desire building within you, when his grip tightens it becomes unbearable.
"you're so gorgeous." yua called that woman gorgeous but here nanami saying it to you.
"you are too." you breathe out softly. you skim over his messy hair to his lips that you just kissed. "that's why i always look at you."
it makes you shy to have him this close, it is hard to meet his eyes when you are this flustered.
your fingers coax along his skin because it feels surreal to touch him so freely. you were deprived of this for far too long.
"i think you're everything. you're everything to me." nanami's heart does not feel like his anymore, it feels like yours. he has not felt like this in years. so many years that it feels completely new.
he needs to think but he cannot seem to do that in your presence.
"you always do this to me." you decimate his resolve. "i can't stay away from you." not when you are his and he is here to be yours in the same way.
nanami kisses you desperately. you can feel it in his hands holding you close, in the urgency as he claims your mouth like he has before. he puffs a breath only to pull you back in and kiss you harder. you want to sink into his soul because he has embedded himself in yours.
his tongue languidly moves over yours, he kisses until you whine into his mouth and you are so overwhelmed it is written all over your body.
you pressing your thighs together, your back arching to press against him more. you wonder if he can feel how you pulse all over because of him, how your nipples have perked up and your body has grown hotter.
"kento, i need you." you huff against his lips before pecking them repeatedly. your fingers caress his jaw and he hums. "can you touch me?" you have asked him that before.
this time he does not refuse you.
it is not long before you find yourselves in your bedroom, although far too many kisses were exchanged along the way.
you are perched at the edge of your bed, nanami has never seen a prettier sight than you staring up at him with wide eyes. too much skin exposed for him to see. it rids him of any self control.
his glasses are neatly sitting on your desk and he pulls his shirt off, this is the first time you are properly seeing him bare. he is standing in front of you looking like a dream come true and though he is all hard muscle there is still softness to his body.
your are staring, hard. from broad shoulders to full pecs to every ridge of his toned body.
you focus on his pronounced muscles then your gaze finds the trail of hair on his stomach.
you did not think it was possible to be more turned on. your mouth meets his stomach, pressing wet kisses to his skin and nanami breathes slowly in contentment.
"you're stunning." he hums. you are too good for him. you are better than he deserves. he caresses your hair and having pretty you looking up at him is only making his cock harder.
your hands coax over his back, nails scrapping across his skin before they start undoing his belt. you open his pants enough to reveal the bulge straining against his boxers.
all the air seems to leave his lungs when you mouth at his covered cock. your slick tongue laves over his swollen erection and your face is practically nuzzled against it.
"can i?" your finger hooks on the band of his boxers, still so close that he can feel your warm breath.
he finds it hard to resist such a tempting offer when you have that look on your face. he can see how much you want him.
nanami wants you too.
his palms are rough from the life he lived, they brush your hair before gripping your chin to tilt your head back.
"one day. one day you'll take me in this little mouth and show me what it feels like. you'll show me how tight this throat is and i'll be more obsessed with you. but we won't do that today. i want to take care of you because you're my baby, aren't you?"
"i am. i'm your baby" you quip immediately. he flashes you that smile, one that you want reserved for you only.
he leans down to wrap an arm around your waist, bringing you higher on the bed before he leans over you. his scent engulfing you, his proximity only destroying you more.
all you remember is the last time you were under him.
"i've been thinking about you, like this." his voice lowly rasps. "wanted to do it right."
you can feel his touch warming you throughout as he reaches for the hem of your top. nanami's breath grows laboured when his eyes find your breasts.
mesmerised is an understatement. his mouth encloses around your nipple, the bud sensitive and desperate for attention. you lowly hum at the feeling, his finger tweaking the other as his hot tongue laves over it.
he grunts, his mouth audacious as he kisses you and his thumbs hurriedly tug your skirt and panties off.
"i need to have you in my mouth." you have been on his mind endlessly since that day he had your essence staining his tongue and infiltrating his senses. you are his addiction and he has not had his fix in far too long.
"please." you writhe, your legs part almost instinctively. he leaves sweet touches down your body before he settles near your cunt.
nanami wonders what good he did in a past life that brought him here. he feels completely undeserving of seeing your pretty pussy all ready for his taking.
he focuses on slick folds, glistening under warm light. delicate and inviting. your pussy all swollen and plump. he appreciates the sight of your unfucked cunt because he wants to see it after he is finished.
he wants to know what your slit will look like after he finally takes her.
"kento, what are you waiting for?" you quip.
"so impatient." his narrow eyes flit to you before he leans down and moist lips kiss your buzzing clit "i was just admiring you."
he swears he can smell your cunt, he swears she is begging him to have her.
his tongue drags across your clit, your hips tilt at the feeling. kento spreads open your folds, your plush pink insides meeting his eyes. he wants to feel it wrapped around him.
his eyes are on you when his tongue dips into your walls, he has no more restraint. no, his jaw hangs and his slippery tongue is shoved as deep as it can go within your sopping hole. it is hot, it heats your insides up and you swear your cunt is clenching around his sticky tongue as it drags along your insides.
you can feel a lascivious warmth within you, your moans growing louder the longer his tongue is shoved into you over and over.
it is like nanami is drinking every bit of liquid seeping from your pussy.
his tongue slips out but his mouth quickly finds the bundle of nerves twitching right in front of him. one finger prying apart your gummy slit before nanami slowly pumps it in and out of your cunt.
his other hand settles on your stomach, the wide expanse of it cover you as he stretches you out.
"you're so tight sweetheart. how are you going to handle it?"
a high pitched whimper leaves you when another finger is prodding your weeping hole and it is slipped to the knuckle.
"you'll make it fit, kento." you whine. you are losing all your senses and all your composure. nanami sucks on your clit before rolling the bud with his tongue. his fingers pump in and out of you slowly, curling when he has them pressed deep inside.
your pretty cunt keeps clenching.
"yeah? you'll take every inch even though you'll be so stretched you'll go dumb?"
you bob your head without hesitation. your hips bucking craving more and more.
you are so greedy.
nanami will indulge you. always.
"then we'll have to loosen you up, huh baby?"
his fingers speed up, slamming into your dripping pussy, you cover him with copious amounts of fluid. he wonders how you could be this wet. your cunt is leaking sticky liquid like a running faucet. it stains his skin and drips down to your ass.
"you're doing so good." he hums, thumb stroking your clit. his rough fingertip deliciously grinding against you. "my beautiful girl."
you whine. your hands finding his hair. his eyes are on you, you wonder what kind of disheveled mess he has reduced to you. if only you knew how entranced he is at the sight of you.
he pounds his fingers into your cunt, your body twitching at his ministrations. his fingers hit deeper than you ever could, they sink deep enough to send pleasure to every inch of your body.
he makes your eyes roll and your thighs jump.
you swear you are struggling to keep your legs apart the longer he slams into your puffy cunt.
you have never been this wet and controlling your hips has never proven more difficult.
your pussy is gushing, it is splattering liquid with every time she receives a rough filling. the sounds of wet squelches meet his ears and nanami grunts in approval.
"kento. feels amazing." you whine, you want to look at him. you want to see him with his fingers deep in your pussy. you want to look at him between your legs and far too drunk on the scent of your cunt but your eyes are rolling back.
your stomach feels tight with desire. you feel like nanami has bound you up in his spell and you would not have it any other way.
the longer he pulls you apart, the more he fills you the more that feeling in your stomach builds. your back arches off the bed, his fingers only going faster and his rolls of your stilted clit grow rougher.
you jolt when he pulls out and his tongue messily laps at your pussy. slipping between your folds and tasting every bit of essence you offer him. you gain enough composure to glance down at nanami bobbing his head as he shoves his slick tongue into you. his brows furrowed, his nose slightly scrunched because he has his jaw dropped and almost you entirely in his mouth.
it is unbearable.
that feeling deep in you only intensifies. your cunt squeezing and pulsing.
"ken." you mewl and you jolt when you feel the way nanami lowly groans into your gushy mound.
it is the first time you have ever called him that. his cock is growing needier. it is aching to be released. it is aching to be seated deep in this hole that is leaking all over his tongue.
you tug at his hair and any other guy would be phased by it but this is kento.
and he is not like those boys you were with.
he is much different.
kento is a man. even as you wetly moan and your thighs attempt to squeeze together he relents.
his tongue fills you with vigor.
"t'much, ken. fuck, fuck. feels too good." nanami looks far too pussy drunk for a man who is always so composed. the pristine and put together image he had dissolves to nothing when he has a taste of your pussy.
he is absolved of any self preservation. too lost in your tight little pussy. he is too intoxicated by your taste. he has been ever since the last time.
he is eating away at your sopping cunt with no restraint.
nanami is drinking from you. he is lapping at your pussy like a man who has been left in a desert and you are the sweetest oasis.
he has not left your clit alone. no, he has been inflicted precise strokes to your sensitive bud.
"ken. i'm g'na cum!" he only seems more encouraged by your aggressive tugs at his hair. his eyes look up at your blissed out expression and truthfully he craves to know what it is like having you cum on his tongue.
he has punished himself long enough. he needs to have it, he needs to feel, see and taste it.
your head is a mess, as much of a mess as you are. you voice is broken by moans and your hips will not stop riding against his tongue.
your chest is heaving with pants and your entire body is shaking.
you try to be coherent but you are grasping at straws for self control.
his sodden tongue pulls out, your cunt messy with saliva and endless wetness. sticky strands connect him to you and stain his chin.
"cum for me. cum on my tongue, baby." his voice has only grown lower and raspier. it destroys every part of your brain because when he nanami fills you again, your cunt squelches loudly before clamping down.
your toes curl and your thighs flex, your back arches off the bed and your hands knot in his hair. it feels too good. he feels too good.
you cry as your pussy creams, your plush insides tightening and releasing and nanami is swallowing every drop.
he laps at your cunt with reckless abandon. you are far too sensitive still shaking with your orgasm but the weight of his tongue licking you clean outweighs it.
your legs lax against the bed and nanami presses a too sweet kiss against your slit before he is over you again.
"how was that? was it okay?" his handsome face still has you all over it. you are too flustered to think coherently.
"okay? ken, that was insane." you have never came that hard. "kiss me."
he is bemused by your antics but his mouth finds yours. your legs wrapping around his narrow waist and tugging him in.
he made sense. he fit too perfectly on you.
the thickness of his covered cock is pressed to your pussy. nanami groans into the messy kiss when your hips grind upwards.
his hands are so large, gripping your bare skin and holding you close.
"you really taste great." his noses nudges yours. "drives me crazy."
"you drive me crazy too. you know how to use your mouth, old man." he pursues his lips. his glimpses over your pretty face. he wants to see you cum again. he wants to see your face when he is inside you.
"you're lucky i like you, darling."
"i know." you softly say. your arms still wrapped around him like you are scared someone will take him away. you feel like this is a dream and you are desperately fearing the moment it is ripped from you.
nanami will not let it happen.
"do you want to stop?" he strokes your face. the sincerity in his eyes makes your heart pound.
"no. i want more." you want more than kisses and hugs. you want more than him eating your cunt and your cum on his tongue. "i want you to keep going."
you want more of him.
from him.
you want to do more to him.
"once i know what you feel like inside, once i have you, i'll want it all the time. i'll want it everyday. you think you can give that to me?" he rasps into your shared air and you swear it takes your breath away.
"yes. you know i would." your words are drawn out and pitched up.
"do you have condoms?" he slowly shifts off of you, his hands on your hips while he kneels between your legs.
"in the last drawer." you point towards the dresser and nanami leaves you with a soft touch to your face.
you stare at him with the prettiest eyes when he stands at the foot of the bed. your body is exposed for his gaze to adore. to trail over every curve and etch it into his brain.
his hands slip into the waist band of his pants and when nanami's cock is finally freed it bobs up to tap his stomach. it is swollen and big and everything he said was true.
if he put his cock over your face it would be go over your head.
it only makes you wetter. it only makes your insides pulse with the urge to have him stretching you wide.
"s'big, ken." you whine. it is thick too. it looks like it will hurt and you need it so badly.
his cock is hefty. it is veiny and his blushy tip is leaking. the head is all bulbous and swells a bit more than the base. you want it in your mouth. you want it in your pussy.
you want it all at once.
"s'gna hurt so good, ken." you mewl into his face when he climbs over you again.
"you say such naughty things." his kiss swollen lips tip into a smile. his voice is as airy as yours.
"fuck me." he kisses you hard when the words escape your mouth, smacking the heavy tip of his cock against your clit a few times.
some part of you is craving his bare cock nestled in your walls even though you are not on birth control. you cannot do it but you wish you could feel him raw.
"i will, baby. just be patient." he nudges your nose but your face is already set in that pouty expression.
nanami is gorgeous. truly he is. his muscles bulge and the glint of sweat only emphasises it more. he is messy blonde hair and mesmerising narrow eyes.
every single feature of his sings in harmony.
and right now he is going to fuck you.
the tip of the condom's foil rests against your spit slicked lips. nanami pants as your teeth nip the edge and he tugs it. the pack opens and it only solidifies how many lines you both are crossing tonight.
you bite your lip as he rolls it on. he kisses you as your legs wrap around him and he swipes his cock between your sodden folds.
you gasp when he pushes in. his thick cock is opening you up in a way you have never felt before.
"ken." you mewl. your arms around his shoulders tightening but nanami is swallowing down your little cries.
"you can take it." your dripping pussy is begging for him. "we're making it fit." he huffs and you bob your head.
your mouth is full of drool and gasping as he shoves more into you.
"baby, your pussy's tight. so tight around me. think she likes me as much as you do." he pecks your cheek, pressing more into you but your pussy is resisting the stretch of his fat cock.
"she does! likes you so s'much. i like you more." you babble. your body writhing as he fills you. nanami is only half way in your slurping cunt. he can already feel you gripping him too tight.
his first thrust fully into you has your eyes watering. it has your headboard slamming into the wall and your nails digging into his back.
"s'huge, ken. you're stretching me out." you do not seem to be able to think much less speak properly.
his cock is to the hilt, his balls are big and heavy and weigh down you. you wonder when was the last time he came properly.
you have completely destroyed him. he has one hand gripping your thigh and holding you open, the other fists the sheets. his back muscles are pulsing and his teeth grit together.
"i need a minute." he can barely get it out. your cunt is nirvana. your cunt is binding up his cock and he does not know if you are squeezing him or leaking more. he feels like your hot, gummy walls are pulsing without control, he feels like you have ruined him entirely.
"ken." when you say his name like that he feels like he will cum. he will cum before he gets to feel every inch of you fully.
he has to remain seated in you, leaning his forehead on yours for a moment before he feels like he is ready.
he presses your legs to your chest, the weight of his muscular body resting on them and the position only makes nanami's cock slip deeper.
it seems like you have already gone dumb.
"this is what you wanted." you nod in agreement. your pussy is his ruination. your pussy has destroyed him in too many ways because nanami is nodding too. "this is what i wanted."
he slips out, admiring the streaks of slick covering his length though he cannot truly feel the heat of your pussy with a condom on. his head is the only thing pulling your folds wide, spread on the perimeter of his cock and nanami slowly shoves back into you.
you writhe, you nails nicking along his bulging muscles as they scratch down his back.
"can't stay away from you when you have a cunt like this. she's so perfect, baby. should've fucked her from the start." the first few plunges into your weeping pussy are slow. you feel every ridge, every vein. you feel every bit of his huge cock.
"uh-huh. wanted you to."
"yeah? when you were on your knees telling me you would be my woman, is this what you wanted? i'm fucking you like you're my woman." the pound of his hips makes your skin sting. it makes your entire body jerk.
"cause i am!" your nails dig deeper into him. your pussy pulsing on his cock.
"you are, baby. you're my woman. only want you." he bites back a curse. "please, bare with me." he pants, he thrusts into your harder. they are all even but they are so hard you feel like your skin will be bruised once he finishes battering your pussy.
you gasp into his mouth, you look so pretty when you are pulled wide open. you look so pretty when your lips are swollen from him kissing you.
"tell me if it gets too much." he is going faster now. he is going so fast and hard his arms have to settle on either side of your head to prevent you from hitting the headboard although your bed is creaking under the weight and hitting the wall. he lowly hisses at your nails digging into him.
it burns but he likes it.
"pretty, pretty woman. look so pretty like this." he coos all innocently at you like he is not pummelling his too huge cock in your tight little cunt.
like he has not torn it apart to stuff it full of thick cock and drain you of any sense.
you are losing your grip on his tensed and pulsing muscles as he fucks you and every time they find his body you are scraping fine lines into him again and again.
on his huge biceps and veiny forearms, down his build back and even his chest.
the impact of his thighs hitting yours aches and the loud smacks of skin on skin are slowly tearing your brain apart. his heavy balls hit your ass with every forceful plunge of his cock into you.
"such a good girl." there are tears down your cheeks, you are much smaller than him but you take the fucking like you were made for it. "cunt doesn't want to let go." he rasps because every time he buries himself to the base your pussy sucks down and wraps around him like she wants to keep him there.
"no, no! don't wanna let go. feel s'mtpy without it, ken."
his heavy body holds you down under him as he drills his cock into your too tight pussy. his bulky thighs flexing with every thrust and his shoulders tensing. when he is on you like this, your clit is receiving all the friction it needs.
he wishes he did this sooner. he does not care about the consequences, all he wants is you.
"s'close. m'super close." your mouth is sticky with saliva, your eyes rolling back and your tongue hanging out. nanami cannot help but suck on it.
you look at him through barely opened eyes. his body is all hard where you are soft as he fucks your pussy wide open.
"i am too." he huffs, pressing sweet kisses to your cheek and stroking your hair. "want to feel you cum on my cock, want to know how much tighter you can get when you cream on me."
his pounds grow rougher and harder. your grip onto him like you would dissipate without him.
"need you, ken." you breathe, you feel too full to be coherent. he fucks so deep you swear your brain has turned to mush.
his thrusts grow uneven and he grunts lowly. you press your mouth to his, his teeth hitting yours and tongues messily glide together. nanami is going to cum.
he groans into the kiss, spit messily exchanged before he grunts into your mouth.
your pussy binds him unbearable tight, your cunt is too much of a vice and you moan his name like the prettiest doll to ever exist as your cream on his cock.
"i want to take you away from this place." he wants to make you feel safe. he comes a second later. still fucking his hips.
though you are not receiving his seed deep in your cunt, you are milking him dry. you are strangling his cock like you want him to lose his mind.
he presses all the way into you with shots of cum filling the condom, his balls mushed between you as he drops his weight on your body.
"you okay?" you both pant in exasperation but nanami still has your head cradled between his arms and his nose nuzzling yours.
"m'fine." your voice is a bit broken from how much you had been moaning his name. he presses wet kisses to your cheek, he likes the way your skin feels.
he likes how you fit with him. he likes how well your scent mixes with his. he wants your body wash, shampoo and conditioner in his bathroom.
he hates having to pull out of you but he likes the view of your bruised and puffy pussy. all battered and swollen so much that the pinkness of your insides meet his eyes. some part of him wishes he did not have any latex on his length because it all goes in the bin.
nanami wipes you down and settles under your sheets. he is so warm, usually your room feels cold but it is different when he is around.
he is like your personal heat warmer.
your face lies on his chest, tucked into his side with your hand drawing circles into his skin. kento's large hand lightly scratching your scalp and it makes you sleepy.
"that was really good, ken." you blissfully say.
"yeah? you're amazing." he leans down to nuzzle you. "i like when you call me that."
"ken!" you coo with a smile on your face. he has never seen anyone prettier than you. he will burn the sight of your smile into his brain and never forget it.
he slowly caresses your hair. "when are your parents coming home?"
you let out a hum, tracing the scratch marks you left on his chest. "they won't come home for a while."
"do they leave you alone often?" he knows that there are problems but you never really talk about it.
"i guess but i'm an adult now. i shouldn't even be living at home, you know?" you breathe "just being a burden."
"you're not."
all you want is your degree and you can start working but time only goes so quickly.
"that's what they think and it's fine." though he wants to protest and make you think differently he knows he needs to do it another time. he can visibly see you growing more guarded.
which he is not used to.
you are not like that with him.
"how do we tell yua?" you mutter after a few minutes where you have silently enjoyed his scent and pressed into him more.
"i promise i'll take care of it. everything will be fine." you look up at him like a girl who has been promised too many things and never received them.
"i mean it. i don't want you to worry." you nod.
you like being this way with him. you like having him in your bed and his skin bare on yours. you like that somehow even after everything, this does not have to be sexual.
you can lie in his arms and enjoy kento for him and only him.
you tilt your head. "did you get more greys?" you giggle, your fingers slipping into the disheveled strands of blond with speckles of glittered silver.
he reaches for it too, it is far too endearing when he tugs a piece of hair and his eyes flick upwards. "did i?"
"oh, did i stress you out?" you laugh, referring to the few days of distance you created.
kento narrows his eyes at you and then his fingers find your sides.
he tickles you until you laugh so hard you are breathless even then he does not relent. your body squirms trying to escape him but he has you secured to his side and his own laugh rumbles through you.
maybe where you belong is with nanami.
alsooo just reiterating because there was a lot of 'i should have done this earlier' being said, they only knew each other when yn was 20 & up
oh. my. gosh. i just finished reading your mean cop naoya fic and I MEAN IT WHEN I SAY THAT FIC CHANGED MY LIFE. i need mean cop naoya soooo bad, he is indeed a daddy 😍 thank u so much for feeding us naoya stans!!! hope ur having a wonderful week so far 🩷
i'm so happy you liked it 🥰
i'll def keep catering to the naoya stans (bc i am one). hope you had a lovely week too
