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tokyo kilos - dawn fm radio

content warning (s): mature language, mention of drugs, drug use - mary jane, hard dom!megumi, brief oral (m receiving), deepthroating, unprotected sex, rough sex, g-spot sex, slight degradation, asphyxiation, hand ponytail, dirty talk, choking, arm vein kink-ish, slight size kink, slight dacryphilia, manhandling, spit, one moment of spanking, overstimulation, use of pet name (baby & bunny), bit of breeding and corruption, cute little aftersex moment.

summary: Fushiguro Megumi is bored to death of the repetition of each day, sell the load and receive his payment. Drug dealing wasn’t ideal but it pays well, and brought you to him. The change of scenery and pace with you gave him a reason to look forward to something again.

pairing: drug dealer!fushiguro megumi x fem!reader

word count: 4k

a/n: this is the first track (fic) to my dawn fm series! i’m so excited to be FINALLY starting this series, because this has been in the works…for years…BUT THAT’S OKAY. i had the absolute best time writing because this megumi has me in a chokehold and feral like a bunny. enjoy the meal my loves.

song (s) inspiration: ‘gasoline’ - the weeknd || ‘florida kilos’ - lana del rey

inspired board: tokyo kilos pin board

banner credit: made it myself, but the megumi art is by @/nijuunisai1 on twitter

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Megumi shuts the car door behind him, finally getting the silence he wanted for the past hour. The deal was longer than it needed to be because the client kept asking him idiotic questions that he should’ve spoken to his boss before having him endure nothing but stupidity. Megumi doesn’t have much patience in this line of work, or more like care. In the beginning, it was intriguing and beneficial to him due to the easy access of weed for himself, but it soon became boring.

Repeating the same thing everyday was boring. There was no change, except for the supply he needed to deliver to others. The demand for different drugs fluctuated in the city, so it made him work late into the nights. Megumi wasn’t one for hardcore drugs, but he does oblige every once in awhile. However, he is more of a weed and cigarette type of man.

Megumi lifts his hips up from the driver seat to pull the joint box from his jean pocket, and slips one of his pre-rolled joints in his fingers. He taps the end of the joint against the box, making sure the plant is thoroughly at the tip. Slipping the joint in between his lips, he uses his hand to cover as he lights up the roll. As he takes the first drag, he tilts his head towards the car roof and lets the smoke reflect off it as he releases the air in between his lungs.

Drug dealing wasn’t the ideal job Megumi had in mind, but it paid well and gave him an endless supply of his beloved plant, most importantly, it brought you to him. You happened to be at one of the small deals he used to do with people, and once his eyes met yours, it was as if you sucked him out of an abyss. You made everything a lot more bearable. The change of scenery and pace with you gave him a reason to look forward to something again. As soon as Megumi laid his eyes on you, he knew he needed you as much as the plant he smokes. Probably even more so.

As he takes another drag, he pulls his phone out and his fingers go on autopilot. He probably shouldn’t be calling you at the time he is but he honestly doesnt give a fuck. He knows you will answer regardless of the time, that is one of the things he loves about you the most.

Your sleepy voice fills the space in the smokey car, and it goes straight to his groin.

“Do you always know it's me?” and all he gets in response is a muffled groan. The sound makes his cock swell under his jeans.

“Sleepy bunny, come to my place.” he whispers into the phone.

“And how exactly would I be getting there?”

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.” Before you can reply, he continues, “I’ll be there in 30.”

You scoff through the phone, “Make that 25.” A smile spreads across Megumi’s lips as he takes a drag. You already know how fast Megumi drives when there is absolutely no one on the roads at 5AM. 

“Wear something pretty for me, bunny.” He teases.

“When don’t I ever?” You say before killing the line.

Megumi takes a quick puff before rolling down the window and flicking his finished joint onto the wet cement below. Just for the comment you made, he will surely make it in 20 because there is nothing better than being with you or in you at the end of every night

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Megumi hasn't given you a rest since you got into his car. There is something about not having you for a couple of hours that makes him a feral bunny in heat. He doesn’t call you bunny for no reason, because you feel the exact same way. The new midnight blue lingerie set you had underneath your long black coat was one of my many reasons as to why you came all over the passenger seat of his car. He loves seeing his favorite color against the softness of your skin.

The moment you guys closed the front door into Megumi’s house, he tore the coat off you so he could fully bask in the glory of the lingerie set you had on for him. His cock pulsed, leaving him  to groan as he gripped his cock through his trousers, never once letting his eyes off you. His reaction to you and your body made you shiver from the anticipation. Megumi wanted his cock in your pussy badly, he loves to feel your cunt clenching around him. As you stand there breathless, you stare up to him as he stalks closer towards you and the look in his eyes swallows you whole. Megumi’s pupils are dilated, it may be from weed or what's before him.

A menacing grin spreads across both of your lips, and you smash your mouth against Megumis. Your teeth clash against each other, and take whatever you both can take. As you suck on Megumi’s tongue, he groans into you and the vibration against you flows straight down to your clit. Megumi’s mouth leaves you to bite and nibble on your jawline as he reaches down to touch your bare soaked pussy.

A low chuckle comes from him as he says, “I can already imagine how wet you were making yourself just thinking about wearing this beauty of a set for me.” Megumi pushes you against the fragile thing they call a door in these japanese homes. You can hear the creak in the hinges but you can honestly not give a shit, and neither does he. It wouldn't be the first time you guys broke something while having sex.

As Megumi moves his mouth towards your ear, he can smell you. The perfume you love so much makes his cock rush with blood, because he can smell it everytime you sweat from how good he fucks you. He takes a deep inhale of your scent and bites unto on your earlobe, “No panties either, God you're so sick, and I fucking love it.”

His words make you whimper for him. Your body is always ready for him, and in tune with him. As a natural body reaction, you feel Megumi’s hands grip underneath your thighs and you jump on him. Your sensitive nipples rub against the fabric of the lingerie and his hoodie as he moves you both up the stairs into the bedroom.

You busy your mouth onto the crook of Megumi's neck, kissing and sucking, leaving every trace of your claim of him on his skin. The smell of his clean body wash invades you. The smell of him is so intoxicating, you can’t get enough of it; You're practically humping him as he carries you both into the bedroom. Megumi slides you down his body, leaving you to feel his erection against your soaked pussy on your way down. You grip his forearms to orient yourself, however, he doesn’t give you a moment before he ever so roughly nudges you back. 

You fall onto a soft plush futon, and the sight before you never fails to spread a smile across your face. Megumi’s tall figure stands over you, with pure lust and something else he hasn’t admitted to yet. As you leave Megumi’s gaze, your eyes trail down his body, you can see the wet spot you left behind on his crotch. You settle your legs beneath you to kneel and bring your hands to Megumi’s calves, letting them rise ever so slowly to reach the tent that is bursting through the zipper. 

Megumi watches your every move as he reaches into his back pocket, retrieving his joint box. You watch him as you stroke him through his trousers. He takes a joint between his long large fingers, tapping the end against the box and slips it between his pink plump lips. The action directs your attention to his muscular but lean arms. The veins on his forearm run all the way down to the top of his palm. The sight of them makes you want to trail your fingers or around your neck. Megumi is your walking kink-galore.

Not a second to waste, you keep your eyes locked on his as you release his hard cock and give him a few slow pumps. Megumi gives you a smug grin through the joint, leaving you to spit on his cock. The spit you gave his cock lets your palm glide easily against the soft hot skin. Each pump on his cock lets you feel the multiple sets of stimulating veins on it. You lean forward to lick the precum off his tip as he lights the joint between his lips. You can feel his cock pulse against your warm tongue.

As you watch him inhale the first hit, you take him fully into your mouth. He tilts his head towards the ceiling and groans as he releases the air in between his lungs. The buzz from the hit and the heat from your mouth wrapped around his cock feels out of this world. Everything with you is out of this world. You continue to take him into your mouth, feeling him hit the back of your throat each time you move back and forth on his cock.

Megumi looks down at you, taking him so perfectly, and loves seeing how your eyes are already on him. He takes his free hand and gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail, allowing him a better view. The grip he has in your hair makes you moan around his cock. The vibrations make him groan loudly. Megumi is always very vocal, and he knows these walls are not good at soundproofing. He takes another drag of his joint and you take this moment to deepthroat him. 

“Look at you, so eager to take my cock in your mouth.” Megumi grunts as he lets out his hit. “Such a good, dirty bunny.”

The feeling of his cock against the back of your throat and his dirty praise makes your pussy clench. Megumi takes this as an opportunity to fuck your throat, and he isnt sweet about it. The sounds your mouth makes as he thrusts into it are dirty and lewd, but it turns you on so much. You leave your hands against the fabric of his jeans, and give him full reign over you.

The joint in his hand comes to his mouth and takes a drag, making sure the ash doesn’t fall onto you. Megumi did this without missing a beat of his rough thrusts. You're sure the mascara is running from the tears in your eyes. You are at the edge, and want to fall entirely. Bringing your hand between your legs, you could feel how soaked your cunt is. Just a small touch to your swollen clit made you flinch from how sensitive it is.

Megumi could see you rubbing yourself and he knew you were at the edge. He picks up the pace, “Faster,” he commands. With his command, you rubbed yourself faster and before you knew it, you fell into pure bliss. What pushed you further into your orgasm was how Megumi thrust his cock into the back of your throat, and held it there. You’re practically choking on his cock and it’s bringing you pure euphoria. You convulse against him which allows him to know to loosen his hold on you. 

The wet gasp you make as you come off of his cock fills the room, and you fall back onto the futon; you’re twitching and convulsing from the orgasm, and the sight makes Megumi fist his soaked cock to stop himself from coming to it. He wants his seed inside you tonight, and he is not wasting any drop of it.

Megumi allows you to gather your wits as he takes the final drag of the joint before discarding it on the ashtray on the small side table. As you come down, Megumi's back faces you as he begins to take off his clothes. He reaches from behind and pulls off his black hoodie in one swift move allowing you to see his tattoo tone back in the full moonlight. You love seeing the intricate work all over his body, even the lipstick tattoo stain of your lips that he added to his body. The little bunny ears on top of it always makes your heart swell at the sight of it. You let your eyes trail down his gorgeous body as he turned around. The sight of how wet his crotch is should embarrass you but it turns you on, even if you just came.

You bring yourself and support your body on your forearms as you continue to gawk at the man. He pulls his jeans down along with his boxers and his cock bounces with each movement he makes. You're amazed at the restirest this man has because that’s something you do not have.

Megumi stands over you completely bare, and he strokes himself to the view before him; your tear stained cheeks, chest heaving, and plump lips. You let Megumi know you were ready for him by opening your legs to him, allowing a full view of the glistening folds.

“Fuck, baby.” He grunts. “I’m pumping every last drop into that perfect cunt of yours.”

The comment makes a devilish smile spread across your lips as you spread your legs wider for him. Megumi growls as he leaps onto you, falling right between your legs. He grips your hip garter belt and pulls your waist onto his thighs, positioning his cock at your soaked entrance. Megumi leans forward and a sliver of his spit falls onto your folds, making you groan at the action. You love how filthy it makes you feel.

Megumi’s cock slides into you without any resistance, and the sensation is glorious. You’ve been waiting all night – all day – to have him inside you. As he thrusts into you, he holds each one. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. He brings his hand up and tugs the front part of the lingerie set, letting your tits bounce free. Megumi does this so he could see them bounce with each thrust he gives you. He gives one of your nipples a quick pinch, causing you to arch into him from the pain.

He moves his hands to grip your hip garter belt again and begins to thrust into you with fast rough pace. You give him entire control over your body. He knows exactly what your body needs to make you quiver under his touch. The sound of skin slapping against each other fills the room, and you could feel Megumi's cock hit against the right spot inside you.

“Fuck, yes baby.” You moan. “Right there, I can feel your cock.”

Megumi just grunts at your lewd words, but they encourage him on. He pushes himself further, and he can hear his heart beat in his ear. The hip garter belt is beginning to deteriorate under the sheer grip he has on them; they aren't enough. He loosens his hold on you and stops his thrusts, leaving you in disarray. You were practically on the edge again.

 “M-Megumi.” you whine. His name rolling off your tongue makes his cock twitch inside you.

He lifts your body into his and scoots you both up the bed, leaving your back against the wooden headboard. Megumi gathers the pillows on the bed, stuffing them behind you to cushion and support you. He changes the position he has you in, without slipping out of you. The position he has you in is an upright angle and as he grips your upper thighs, you wrap your arms around his neck and hold on tight for the ride. He plows back into you with such great force, you could feel his cock hit your g-spot entirely.

The flimsy wood headboard pounds against the wall as Megumi slams into your cunt continuing his menacing pace, making your entire body bounce with thrust and you can feel him every single time. Your pussy clenches around him, and you could feel your orgasm beginning to creep in again.

“Yes, yes, yes.” You scream. “Use me, fucking use me.” You can feel yourself on the brink. “I’m about to come, Fill me up with your come.”

The words triggered Megumi's animalistic side, which you knew they would, because you love what happens after. His hold leaves your hips and he wraps his hands around your neck, and squeezes.

The action leaves you in his complete mercy. Megumi squeezes tighter, restricting evenmore air flow. Your breath has been taken away, and your hands fly on top of Megumis. All you can feel is his cock hitting your g-spot and you make the most lewd face ever; eyes rolled back and mouth wide open. You feel something snap within, and in unison, you both come together. You come so hard on his cock that you begin to see stars, and dig your nails into his forearms as you feel Megumi’s final thrust into you.

Megumi’s hands loosen around your neck. He groans as he spills into you, shuddering as he feels you clench around him. As if your cunt doesn’t want to waste a single drop he is giving. He leans into you, resting his sweat covered forehead against yours. Megumi uses his chin to nudge your head to the side to allow himself to leave a soft kiss against your temple. The action makes you whimper due to your oversensitized body.  A chuckle espaces him, making a droopy smile form across your lips. 

He slips out of you with a pop, and you feel empty yet so full. Megumi brings you out of trance as he speaks to you in a hush tone.

“Oh bunny, I’m using you all night until dawn.” Megumi always follows through to his words.

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Blue hour began to shine through the bedroom window, letting you know that dawn did arrive and you’ve been thoroughly fucked. Although you were tired and sore, it didn’t stop you from looking over Megumi’s sleeping figure beside you. You love seeing Megumi’s features in the blue morning light. He looked so comfortable and warm beside you, his arms wrapped around your bare waist. The thought of how this ‘cold’ person has entirely let you in warms and squeezes your heart.

“I love it when you watch me sleep.” Megumi says, his voice groggy and deep. Jesus, the sound of his morning voice always makes your body tingle all over. Not letting his voice distract you, you slap his chest.

“You weren’t supposed to catch me.” you tease. Megumi chuckles at you and tugs your body further into his, letting himself to the crook of your neck. He gives you soft sweet kisses up your neck to behind the back of your ear. The action sends goosebumps down your body. You can hear him inhale your scent and groan. Before you could let yourself think further, Megumi’s phone begins to ring. He snarls as he breaks away from you to retrieve the ringing phone across the bedroom floor.

“What." Megumi answers. No introduction, just straight to the point. You would hate to be on the other end of that call if he spoke to you like that. However, it makes sense because Megumi hates having his time with you be interrupted.

“That sounds like a problem that has nothing to do with me.” Megumi scoffs and hangs up, tossing his phone back onto the floor. He reaches over and snatches the joint box from the side table along with the lighter, and returns back to you.

Settling beside you again, Megumi retrieves a joint and does his usual tap on the end of the joint; however, before he could slip it between his lips, you snatch it and bring it to yours. You lay on your side, leg bent up, and support yourself on your forearms, as you look up at his sitting figure.

“Be a good boy and light me.” you say with teasing eyes. A surprised yelp comes from you as Megumi gives you a good loud slap on the ass. The slap goes straight to your pussy.

He opens the lighter and leans towards the joint between your lips. He flicks the spark wheel and it lights on the first one. The warm light reflects off of your beautiful features, and Megumi is mesmerized by you all over again. He catches your eyes already looking at him and his lips lift to an endearing smile. 

The first drag into your lungs burns, but you hold it in. You lift yourself up from your forearms, making sure the burnt joint end doesn’t touch him. Megumi snakes his arm under your waist to support you up to him. He meets you in the middle as your lips meet his. You both open your both and you exhale the intoxicating smoke into his mouth, sharing the high between each other. Megumi inhales the taste of you and his beloved plant into him, and gives you a soft sultry kiss against your lips.

 He tightens his hold around your waist and hauls you into his arms, getting a fit of giggles to escape from you. Megumi settles you on top of him, your bare pussy on top of his semi-hard cock, this man is always hard for you. You just have a silent smoke session, nothing needs to be said anyways, you just bask in each other's presence as you pass the joint between each other. Naked presence to be exact.

Megumi lifts his hand to the cross necklace on your chest, and toys with it. It’s a funny joke between both of you about how filthy a girl you are, yet there is a gold cross hanging from your neck. You tilt your head up as you open your mouth to let the smoke slowly drift into the air. Which gives Megumi the urge and opportunity to trail his fingertips over your throat. The intimate touch makes your eyes fall close and shiver under his touch. The shiver makes your nipples hard, letting him see the effect his touch has on you. 

You bring your gaze down to him and gently grasp his hand in yours, placing it against the center of your smooth chest. He can feel your warmth and heartbeat under his rough palm. You give eachother sweet smiles.

"If I die, just wrap my body in these sheets and pour gasoline.” Megumi says without any hesitation. The randomness of this comment makes your eyebrow arch in question.

“Why is that?” you ask as you pass the last of the joint to him.

Megumi takes the last drag and places the used tip on one of the many ash trays that lay around the house. “It smells of you and I don't care much for anything else.”

His words make your heart skip a beat and you laugh at how utterly serious he is. Megumi loves hearing your laugh, the way it makes his heart swell and the way your nose scrunches. If he could hear one thing for the rest of his life, it would either be the sound of his name rolling off your tongue or your laugh.

The weed is making your body feel extra heavy or it may be from how physically exhausted Megumi made you. You lower your torso and lay against him, skin to skin, snuggling into his warmth. The room is quiet allowing you both to hear the sound of each other's heartbeats and the low music coming from the bedroom radio.

“You're such a nihilist.” you whisper jokingly against his chest, giving his pec a kiss.

Megumi caresses the top of your head on him before lowering his lips to it, “Until you.” he whispers back before placing a soft kiss.

You believe him, because you’ve never felt more safe and loved than in his arms.

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You’re a good daughter. You swear it. 

You pull your weight around the house. You maintain your 4.0 in school, being on track to graduate college with honors. You help your mom when she needs help bringing in the groceries. You even help out Sukuna when they have college games that they have to attend, doing the occasional assignment for him. 

If you’re a good daughter, why do you feel so bad? So dirty?

You can’t even look your step father in the face considering what you’ve been doing with his son. Frankly, you’re shocked that you manage to interact with your mom, let alone Yuji who look just like him. 

Your body heats up at the sound of the door opening. It’s crazy that you’ve gotten so used to what he sounds like. You’re able to distinguish every move he makes around the house. His very footsteps time with the ceaseless throbbing between your legs whenever he’s near. 

His sports bag slides across the counter as the door clicks shut, settling in the center of the granite slab. 

“Baby~” He croons at you from across the room. His condescending tone rakes shivers down your back, settling at your pulsing center. 

You don’t respond as you focus intently on the strawberries you’re slicing. Maybe not paying attention to him will work for once. Maybe he’ll give you time to work through your feelings. 

You should know that he wants you too badly to ever leave you alone again. 

“Ignoring me? Really mature.” He chuckles teasingly as he approaches you. “What’s crawled up your ass today, sweetheart?” 

“Nothin’...” You blush heavily, letting the curtain of your hair cover your face so he can’t see and tease you over it. 

“Come on now,” he tucks your hair behind your ear and smirks at the pretty flush covering your cheekbones. His tone is gentle, like he’s trying to pull you out of wherever your head has gone. “Talk to me.” 

His arms come around you, caging you against the counter as he pulls your hair over one shoulder. He kisses along the column of your neck, lulling you into his touch even as your face grows redder. 

“Not out here-” You protest, whimpering as you try to resist his light, intoxicating touches. “‘Kuna someone could see-” 

“That’s what this little attitude is about?” His voice is smug, knowing the effect that he has on your mind and body. He lives to see your walls break down little by little, letting him into your heart despite the world saying you shouldn’t love him. “Baby, no one’s going to be home for hours.” 

Your hand flexes into a fist and rests against the counter. “We r-really shouldn’t.” 

Deep down, you want to continue, but how are you supposed to look at your family if you continue to do this?

You jump as one of his hands comes around your waist, slowly pushing past the hem of your shorts. He gives you the opportunity to push him away but you can’t muster the need to. 

“Baby,” he chides, his fingers pushing between your damp folds to find his favorite spot. “How are you gonna say that when it feels this good to touch you?” 

“But-” You gasp when those digits find their home inside of you and stretch you deliciously. The knife you were holding clatters to the counter as your hips press back into his. It pulls a groan from his throat when your ass slots itself against his achingly hard cock. “Mom and Dad-” 

His free hand flies around you and grasps you by the throat, pinning him to your chest. 

“He’s not your dad.” He growls low, doubling his efforts on your clenching center. It makes your head dizzy with the sounds he’s pulling out of your cunt with how soaked you are. “How about you start whining for my cock instead of worrying about my father.” 

You swallow down a moan, your hand falling back against Sukuna’s shoulder as the pleasure starts to build inside of you. His face comes down to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, sucking loving bites onto your skin. 

“Please.” You plead, knowing that he’ll edge you if you don’t crack. You feel Sukuna smile against your neck, in love with his little step sister’s soft cries. 

You cum around his fingers with a pathetic whimper through your bitten lip, shuddering your release until the aftershocks roll down your spine. 

Sukuna doesn’t wait for you to tell him yes. He needs to be inside of you now, especially after the practice he just came from. He stretches your shorts to the side, biting his lip when he finds you not wearing panties beneath the fabric. He’s trained you perfectly, molding you to prepare for him whenever he wants to have you. You’ve made an addict out of him. He can’t go a minute without thinking of you let alone a day without having you. 

Sukuna pushes the hem of his shorts down enough for his cock to bob free. The head of his cock red and angry, leaking with the pre he wants to pump deep inside of you. He’s slow as he presses himself into your cunt, making sure you feel every inch you still struggle to take. He notes how your legs tremor and your knees shake at the intrusion. 

“More, ‘Kuna.” You pant needily, your mind dizzy with the slow pace he's taking. It drives you to madness as he glides his cock into your with measured strokes.

“We’ll get there, baby.” His hand flexes around your neck, reminding you that you’re at his mercy. “Let me enjoy how you strangle my cock.” 

“But I n-need it.” You try to reason with him as tears prick at your eyes, threatening to spill over. 

He mockingly pouts, teasing you as your hips fill the kitchen with soft plaps. “But you didn’t want it, baby.” 

The hot torrent of shame courses through you again, pushing you higher and making you more desperate. 

“F-feels dirty, ‘Kuna.” You sniffle, writhing as he adds his fingers to slowly circle your clit in time with his slow thrusts. The gathering tears start to drip down your cheeks, making you look messy and broken in.

Fuck yes, it’s dirty. It’s fucking filthy and it’s everything Sukuna has ever needed in his life. His fucking irresistable step sister. 

“You’re my filthy fucking, girl, baby.” He moans in your ear, finally adding some force behind his thrusts. The constant pace of his ministrations bring you back to the edge, only waiting for the moment he decides you’re allowed to cum. “Give me it… show me how fucking disgusting you can be.” 

His words make your center squeeze, the hot shame too much to bear as your knees give out and your body shakes uncontrollably. 

“ S’Perfect for me.” He slurs as his eyes flutter shut and roll back. He slams home with one final, brutal thrust, battering your cervix as he cums deep inside. Your cunt soaks up everything he has to give you, pulling it further into you as your cunt milks him dry. 

His finger thumbs at your hips, rubbing soothing circles into your skin as your body relaxes, coming down from your high. 

“There's nothing wrong about this, baby. You’re the only thing right in my life.” 

His words serve to quell the growing anxiety inside of realizing how much you love this and love him. Sukuna will make sure everything works out.

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[kentosovertime]

𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔦𝔞 - (n.) the journey of changing one’s mind, heart, self, or way of life; spiritual conversion

✨Masterlist | Tag List | Ask Box✨ ☽ nanami is desperate to win back his ex wife ☽ cw: explicit content, alcohol, jealousy

“Where do you think you’re going?” He questions, annoyed as you stalk around your walk-in closet for an outfit. His shirt lays open, only half buttoned since he stripped his tie off at the door.

“You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do, Ken.” You sigh as you cock your head to the side, sliding an earring in before doing the other. “I didn’t invite you over.” 

“We both know I’m over here every night.” He tries to remind you, following you as you grab a dress off the hanger. 

“We’re divorced.” You point out the obvious as you jump into a skin tight black dress, smoothing it out over your curves. You rotate in front of the mirror, checking yourself from all angles. You decide it's more than passable. You had worn this on one of your first dates with him, and from the look he’s giving you he’s remembering it well… and how it ended up on the floor by the end of that night. “And it’s just a date. Though I’d appreciate it if you were gone by the time I get home.” 

You know he’s upset by the insinuation of what you would be doing after this date. If you were being honest, you didn’t see it going that far with the coworker who asked you out, but you never know. And you love how it makes Ken squirm as he pictures your night time activities without him. 

As you turn he crowds your space, backing you into the closet door with his proximity. 

“I don’t appreciate your disregard of-” he starts, his voice a low, gravelly growl. 

“Disregard of what?” Your eyes flare with anger as you push him away from you. “How does it feel to be the afterthought for once, Ken?” 

It had taken divorcing him to open his eyes. By the time he was ready to fight for you, to put work and promotions aside, you were already too far gone for him to reach. And you had let him go… in every way but physically. It was always the one area the two of you never had any issues in, and if anything it was even better now with the taste of desperation he brought to the interactions.

But you need more than sex. That was why you were finally ripping off the band-aid. 

“You’re… you’re not.” He stumbles, thrown off. Normally you’d let him pin you to the nearest surface and fuck you senseless. 

“I wish I believed you.” You push past him, making your way to the rack of shoes, picking a strappy pair of heels. 

“How can I prove that to you if you won’t let me?” He asks with a hint of desperation. You admit it pulls at your heartstrings, but that’s what has kept him hanging around for so long. 

You’ve stopped asking him to prove it a long time ago and you don’t know if you can’t ever get back to where you were at the beginning of your marriage. But at the thought of him stopping fighting for you, a pit forms in your stomach. 

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You sigh and kick off your shoes, stumbling slightly from the alcohol bleeding through your system. The night had gone well. Well enough to have him ask you out to another date later this week… you however, were still on the fence. 

Why couldn’t you just move on? 

“Where’s lover boy?” You hear Ken’s voice slur from your living room. The lamp on the side table flicks on and he’s leaning there, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He swirls it absentmindedly before knocking the liquid back and staring at you. 

“I never said he was coming over, Ken.” You curse him silently, drunk again and it's because of you. The drinking had started after you presented him with the divorce papers. On the nights he came over like this it always ended with him having his way with you. “I told you not to be here when I got back.” 

You march into your apartment, setting your purse and the bouquet of roses on your kitchen island as you shed your jewelry, too lazy and fed up to make it to your bedroom. You knew what would happen if you unintentionally lured him into that space. 

“The hell are these?” He mutters, his body suddenly caging you against the counter. His large hands grasp around the flowers, lifting them with disgust evident on his handsome face. 

You snatch them out of his hands reflexively, setting them back on the counter until you can get a vase for them to live in on your dining room table. You turn, facing where he has you pinned anger written on your face. 

“Do you get off on-” Your angry words are cut off when his hands grasp your cheeks and pull you forward, laying a desperate kiss on your lips. When you try to push him away, his free hand snakes around your waist and hauls you close to him as kneads your hips in the way that makes you go boneless. 

“You want flowers?” He pulls away, taking deep breaths as he lays his forehead against yours. “I can do that.” 

“K-ken-” He doesn’t allow you to protest as he dives back in, fiery and slow to make you savor how he feels pressed against you. His tongue dances with yours and he swallows your needy whimpers, the kiss fueling a fire inside of you. 

“You want fancy dinners?” He pants, dipping down to lift you up by your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I can give you that.” 

You hungrily meet his lips this time and he walks you towards your bedroom, gently laying you on the mattress. You haul him down, sighing as his weight settles on top of you. He slides closer, using his legs to spread your knees open. 

“You’re not wearing this for anyone else again.” He growls low, ripping your dress down the middle so he can kiss and suck down your neck. He makes his way down your body, crooning at you as he makes his way to his destination. 

You gasp and fist his hair, keeping him close to your body. Your dress hangs from your body as your chest heaves when he kisses you through your panties. 

“Let me make you feel good.” He hums, lapping at your cloth covered sex. “Let me be yours.” 

“Ken- We can’t-” Your whimpers cut you off and you hear a loud ripping sound as Kento throws your ruined thong over his shoulder before spreading you open by your thighs. His fingers dig into his curves, as if holding himself back. 

“We can.” He insists, testing the waters with a slow lick up your center, pulling a gasp from you. “You can let yourself want this.” 

He doesn’t let you respond as he sucks down on your clit. Slowly he presses his fingers into you and builds you up steadily, letting you feel the attention he’s promising to give you if you take him back. Your back arches, pressing your center into him as you try to ride his face. He wraps his free arm around you, pinning your hips to the mattress so he can control the pace. 

You find yourself breaking down, showered with all this affection. You can see yourself giving in to his demands, see him loving you again. Any protests you have die as you come apart on fingers and tongue. Your body spasms, shaking as he works you through your high, bringing you down gently until you're boneless and satisfied. 

You feel the bed rustle as he stands, taking the image of your sated form as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, dropping it to the ground with his pants and boxers. The bed dips again as he kneels on the surface. His form dips, gathering you by your hips to haul you towards the edge of the bed. 

“P-please.” You plead needily, your will broken, needing him to fill the void left inside of you by his absence. 

The head of his cock trails through your center and gently presses past your entrance as he shushes your whimpers. No matter how many times you had been with him, you never quite got used to his size. It leaves you limp, panting as the burn subsides. He takes pity on you this time, easing you into it as he rocks his length back and forth, making you feel the slide of every inch an and out of you. 

“Say it, sweetheart.” He coos, taking a hand and forcing you to keep eye contact as his hips roll into you, clapping in a steady rhythm. 

“N-need…” Your eyes flutter, watering at the tightening feeling in your stomach. “Need you, Ken- Please stay-” 

He moans at your words, seemingly letting them sink into his alcohol riddled mind. He leans in, kissing you roughly as his hands clasp both of yours, holding you as his thrust turn hard while keeping the same slow pace. 

“F-fuck, sweetheart. Cum for me.” He slides your hands up above your head, holding them down with one hand as he expertly circles your clit just the way you like it. 

White explodes in your vision and your legs lace around his waist, pulling him deep while you clench around him. He burrows his face into your neck, biting into your skin with a groan as your climax triggers his. You whimper and hold him close, your walls in ruins, your heart craving the love that only he can give you. 

“Please stay.” You murmur again against his skin, like you won’t change your mind in the morning, like you won’t do this song and dance again. 

“I’ll never leave you.”

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[kentosovertime]

the april fools joke is my tumblr fyp

[kentosovertime]

☽ shoutout to that anon hate for step!cest, please wholeheartedly enjoy ☽ cw: stepbrother!sukuna explicit content, explicit language, step!cest, breeding, panty stealing

stepbrother!sukuna who moves in with his father and twin brother yuji and is immediately possessive of you. mom and “dad” think it's cute that the two of you are so close, given you’re adults in college. they were worried about merging their two families so late in their children’s lives. 

stepbrother!sukuna who has no boundaries with you. your bedroom is his space and his bedroom is yours. in reality, he prefers you come to his room because everyone is too afraid to bother him there and it gives the two of you privacy. privacy you don’t need at first because you innocently trust him and he lets you believe the lies he’s spinning just to be near you. 

stepbrother!sukuna who barges into the bathroom when you’re taking a shower, claiming he needs to get ready for work and your taking too long, like a typical woman. he’d say it with disgust to cover up how painfully turned on he is seeing the silhouette of your naked body through the frosted glass. he’d lick his lips at your perky tits and swell of your ass, fisting himself through his pants while he resists the temptation of stepping in there with you.

stepbrother!sukuna who chases off your male tutor for a class you’re struggling in. the thought of anyone spending time with you other than him eats him alive. he’d miraculously become an expert in the subject you’re struggling in just to spend more time with you. he finds the little furrow that creases your brow adorable as you think over the assignment in front of you. 

stepbrother!sukuna who doesn’t let you go out without his say so. you find it suffocating, but at the same time it warms something inside of you to see his eyes rake down your body clad in your bar outfit; skimpy skirt, fishnets, and a shirt showing a generous amount of cleavage. you’ve gotten to the point where you wear certain outfits just to get a reaction out of him. you can see the vein bulging out of his forehead the shorter and sluttier the outfits become. when you do manage to get his permission to go out, you come home plastered and hang all over him in your drunkenness, it’s insufferable… and makes him feel like you need him to protect you. 

stepbrother!sukuna who hasn’t realized how much of a little minx you are yet. he still thinks you’re an innocent little thing, that you haven’t caught on to his feelings for you. you were innocent enough to begin with, but now that you know? you do anything and everything to tease him, to make him finally snap and fill your achingly empty pussy. he goes to the university’s gym with you? you’re wearing the leggings that make your ass pop. he comes into the bathroom when you’re showering again? you have to press your naked breasts to the glass as you crack the door and peek out, asking him for a washcloth or other random item as your warm body drips temptingly over the bathroom floor, your hair plastered to your naked skin. 

stepbrother!sukuna who plops down between you and yuji on the couch and demands to share a blanket with you, claiming the space is cold. all to realize you're playing with your pretty little pussy under the covers while yuji sits there oblivious. you lean against sukuna and pull his hand to yours, covering where your hand is moving, rubbing slow, languid circles into your clit. you wait until yuji passes out before your fingers dip down to slip their way into your cunt, pumping in and out while sukuna’s heavy breaths hit your neck. you let his digits replace yours when you can’t tumble over the edge and the delicious stretch of his long, thick fingers is enough to finish you.

stepbrother!sukuna who starts stealing your panties out of the dirty laundry pile after what he refers to as “the couch incident”. he was so enraptured by the hint of your smell and taste on his fingers that he needs to experience it again without breaking down and touching you. he’d shove his nose into the fabric, taking a deep inhale before having to shove off his gym shorts to wrap the dainty lace around his shaft. the sight of the thong covered in his cum leaves him unfulfilled, wanting it to be your pussy instead.

stepbrother!sukuna who finally snaps one night when you answer your door dressed only in one of his t-shirts that got mixed up in the laundry. you’d be rubbing the sleep from your eyes by the time he’s pushing through your door and slamming it shut with you already lifted into his arms and legs wrapped around his waist. he’d throw your body onto the mattress like a rag doll, then drag you to the edge by your ankles. his shirt would ride up your body, revealing your lack of panties. there would be enough time for foreplay later, for now he’d settle for stuffing his giant cock into your cunt and making you his while you muffle your screams of his name in your pillows.

stepbrother!sukuna who’s obsessed with coming in his little stepsister’s pussy, knowing she’s always been spotty on her birth control. the risk would be enough to make him hard on the spot. wouldn’t it be perfect if he could keep you chained to him in every way? your pussy would leak his cum lewdly onto the sheets and you’d shake with the aftershocks of your orgasm. it would run down your ass and he’d scoop it up with his fingers and shove it back into you while you whine at the intrusion. 

stepbrother!sukuna who would make it his life’s mission to have your parents get a divorce, that way he could keep your delicious cunt to himself for the rest of his life. he’d stage fights, cause chaos, anything to make it a reality. he’d start out small, building them towards their inevitable conclusion, then they’d have no reason to protest the two of you being together.

[kentosovertime]

tag list: @sugarbooger513 @sugarmapoops @roughwithfluff @silversslut @dreamyyholland @wobblewobble822 @rafzaha @chososhoney @littlemochi @bebechinas99 @saoney @meromelo @pelicanpizza @katgalle @honeyyjems @tsukikoxo @adequate-superstar @thytourturedpoet [[ if your blog name is crossed out i couldn't tag you]]

[kentosovertime]

☽ shoutout to that anon hate for step!cest, please wholeheartedly enjoy ☽ cw: stepbrother!sukuna explicit content, explicit language, step!cest, breeding, panty stealing

stepbrother!sukuna who moves in with his father and twin brother yuji and is immediately possessive of you. mom and “dad” think it's cute that the two of you are so close, given you’re adults in college. they were worried about merging their two families so late in their children’s lives. 

stepbrother!sukuna who has no boundaries with you. your bedroom is his space and his bedroom is yours. in reality, he prefers you come to his room because everyone is too afraid to bother him there and it gives the two of you privacy. privacy you don’t need at first because you innocently trust him and he lets you believe the lies he’s spinning just to be near you. 

stepbrother!sukuna who barges into the bathroom when you’re taking a shower, claiming he needs to get ready for work and your taking too long, like a typical woman. he’d say it with disgust to cover up how painfully turned on he is seeing the silhouette of your naked body through the frosted glass. he’d lick his lips at your perky tits and swell of your ass, fisting himself through his pants while he resists the temptation of stepping in there with you.

stepbrother!sukuna who chases off your male tutor for a class you’re struggling in. the thought of anyone spending time with you other than him eats him alive. he’d miraculously become an expert in the subject you’re struggling in just to spend more time with you. he finds the little furrow that creases your brow adorable as you think over the assignment in front of you. 

stepbrother!sukuna who doesn’t let you go out without his say so. you find it suffocating, but at the same time it warms something inside of you to see his eyes rake down your body clad in your bar outfit; skimpy skirt, fishnets, and a shirt showing a generous amount of cleavage. you’ve gotten to the point where you wear certain outfits just to get a reaction out of him. you can see the vein bulging out of his forehead the shorter and sluttier the outfits become. when you do manage to get his permission to go out, you come home plastered and hang all over him in your drunkenness, it’s insufferable… and makes him feel like you need him to protect you. 

stepbrother!sukuna who hasn’t realized how much of a little minx you are yet. he still thinks you’re an innocent little thing, that you haven’t caught on to his feelings for you. you were innocent enough to begin with, but now that you know? you do anything and everything to tease him, to make him finally snap and fill your achingly empty pussy. he goes to the university’s gym with you? you’re wearing the leggings that make your ass pop. he comes into the bathroom when you’re showering again? you have to press your naked breasts to the glass as you crack the door and peek out, asking him for a washcloth or other random item as your warm body drips temptingly over the bathroom floor, your hair plastered to your naked skin. 

stepbrother!sukuna who plops down between you and yuji on the couch and demands to share a blanket with you, claiming the space is cold. all to realize you're playing with your pretty little pussy under the covers while yuji sits there oblivious. you lean against sukuna and pull his hand to yours, covering where your hand is moving, rubbing slow, languid circles into your clit. you wait until yuji passes out before your fingers dip down to slip their way into your cunt, pumping in and out while sukuna’s heavy breaths hit your neck. you let his digits replace yours when you can’t tumble over the edge and the delicious stretch of his long, thick fingers is enough to finish you.

stepbrother!sukuna who starts stealing your panties out of the dirty laundry pile after what he refers to as “the couch incident”. he was so enraptured by the hint of your smell and taste on his fingers that he needs to experience it again without breaking down and touching you. he’d shove his nose into the fabric, taking a deep inhale before having to shove off his gym shorts to wrap the dainty lace around his shaft. the sight of the thong covered in his cum leaves him unfulfilled, wanting it to be your pussy instead.

stepbrother!sukuna who finally snaps one night when you answer your door dressed only in one of his t-shirts that got mixed up in the laundry. you’d be rubbing the sleep from your eyes by the time he’s pushing through your door and slamming it shut with you already lifted into his arms and legs wrapped around his waist. he’d throw your body onto the mattress like a rag doll, then drag you to the edge by your ankles. his shirt would ride up your body, revealing your lack of panties. there would be enough time for foreplay later, for now he’d settle for stuffing his giant cock into your cunt and making you his while you muffle your screams of his name in your pillows.

stepbrother!sukuna who’s obsessed with coming in his little stepsister’s pussy, knowing she’s always been spotty on her birth control. the risk would be enough to make him hard on the spot. wouldn’t it be perfect if he could keep you chained to him in every way? your pussy would leak his cum lewdly onto the sheets and you’d shake with the aftershocks of your orgasm. it would run down your ass and he’d scoop it up with his fingers and shove it back into you while you whine at the intrusion. 

stepbrother!sukuna who would make it his life’s mission to have your parents get a divorce, that way he could keep your delicious cunt to himself for the rest of his life. he’d stage fights, cause chaos, anything to make it a reality. he’d start out small, building them towards their inevitable conclusion, then they’d have no reason to protest the two of you being together.

[nanamisgirly]

cw cheater!nanami, spit, age gap, degrading. (unprotected sex, p in v)

touching yourself in the guest room of your best friend's house was probably a terrible idea. but could anyone blame you when nanami had spent the entire day parading around shirtless, sun-kissed and glistening, those broad shoulders shifting effortlessly as he flipped burgers at the grill?

sprawled on the bed, fingers between your thighs with the vivid image of nanami. older, mature, built like he was sculpted for sin. that blonde happy trail, those veined forearms, the way his sweat-soaked shorts sat loooow on his hips...teasing the thick ridge beneath—it wasn't fair.

"n-nanami- mfghn" as two fingers played with your inside, you wished it was him. with those big hands, those tired, restrained eyes. just the thought of him kneeling between your legs, muttering about how bad this was as he spreads you open, pressing his cock against your slick folds—you nearly cum.

"fuck—n-need him," your pussy started clenching.

when suddenly, you hear a soft crack and your door shifted, just a little. and through the dim light you see a very imposing Nanami standing in the doorframe. eyes wide, watching you. but you were so lost in pleasure you continued anyway "M-Mr. n-nanami-" you used your small fingers to part your pussy lips, letting him see your glistening inside.

nanami should back down, act like he saw nothing. but it's been so long since he properly fucked. his wife doesn't even let him have sex, and if he does, it's just a plain-boring vanilla sex.

that's why his hands are on you in the speed of the light. gripping your hips, shoving you down onto the mattress, mouth against your neck. "fuck.." nanami was fast to drag out his monstrous rock-hard cock. pink tip flushing, hungry. your walls clenched around nothing. you were so ready to be stretched open by him. your back arches, in need.

"p-put in it— i-i'm prep enough." you reached for his cock and give him a few strokes. he was sooo heavy in your hand.

"goddamn." nanami doesn't wait for more. he glides his swollen tip along your drenched slit, teasing, pressing. then with a ruthless snap of his hips, he's buried deep inside of you—so deep it feels like he's rearranging your insides, stealing the breath from your lungs. you're dripping, struggling to take his sheer size. each unforgiving thrust shoves you deeper into the sheets, the bed frame creaking under the force. "p-please—more—ah!—n-need more," you grind back on him, desperate, matching his brutal rhythm, your slick making a filthy mess between you.

nanami snaps, pushing your legs up, up, up—until your knees brush your ears. he adjusts his stance, planting his feet for better leverage. he watches the way your stomach bulges with every ruthless stroke. he presses a broad palm over the swell, feeling himself inside you, grunting when you whimper. this new position was so good, feeling every thick veins grazing your inside as he goes in and out, in and out, in—

"you filthy slut," nanami spits the words against your ear, his grip bruising where he holds your thighs, dragging you back onto his cock like you're nothing more than a toy to use. "moaning my name like a desperate thing while you touch yourself. what kind of nasty little girl gets off thinking about her best friend's dad who is twice her age?" you can't even answer. you're too fucked-out, too cock-drunk. "messy fucking cunt," he growls, glancing down to where your juices drips down on his cock, his thighs sticky with your slick. "wanted me to stretch this messy little hole until you couldn't walk? fuck, I can feel you drooling around me—naaaasty." your nails claw at his shoulders, your soaked cunt clenching down, begging for more.

his fingers wrap around your throat, forcing your head up. "use your words, slut. I asked you a question."

"y-yes-" your voice cracks, high and breathless, "-wanted you so bad, w-wanted—ohhh, f-fuck—" nanami grabs your jaw, forces your mouth open, and spits straight onto your tongue. "swallow." you do—instantly, obediently—moaning as the taste of him lingers, heat searing through your veins.

"poor dump thing," his grip is bruising, pinning you down, keeping you right where he wants you—helpless and trembling, your walls fluttering wildly around the thick length. your spin arches like a bow as he says "gonna ruin you. gonna fuck you so full, you won't even remember how anyone else feels."

nanami was on the verge of loosing his mind. "you're gonna take every last drop of my cum, everything I give you." his hands seize your ass, forcing you down onto his thick base. "like a gooood slut, right?" that was probably the best pussy he's ever had. and he surely won’t stop fucking you dump any time soon.

a/n mean nanami for the win🙂‍↕️

[kentosovertime]

stepbrother!sukuna drabble coming tomorrow to a dashboard near you

[kentosovertime]

𝒜 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝐼𝓃 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈...

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➳ step!cest drabbles 🌕

➳ idelible - toji x naoya’s fiancée!read 🌑

➳ lacuna - alpha!toji fic 🌑

last update: 4/1/2025

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[kentosovertime]

𝔒𝔫𝔢𝔦𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔵𝔦𝔞 - (n.) the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality

☽ gojo's girlfriend is batshit crazy and you're having none of that ☽ cw: explicit content, explicit language, dominant reader, submissive satoru, name calling, friends to lovers

A knock at your dorm room door wakes you from the nap you needed desperately. You groggily look around the darkened space, wondering if you imagined it. Only when an even louder knock assaults your ears do you slip from the warm confines of your blankets. 

“Yeah yeah yeah,” you grumble loudly, making a fuss about getting up. “I’m comin’! Calm the fuck down.” 

You mumble the last part as you jump into some shorts and don a baggy t-shirt, courtesy of the shittiest friend on the planet leaving it for your use. Shoutout to Satoru, you don’t think your uninvited guest would appreciate the view of your naked body. 

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. You’re tired, but not tired enough to slam the door in his face the second you realize it's him. As the door shuts with force, you’re able to make out just enough of his face as it falls. 

It's been weeks since you heard from him and now he’s at your door? You don’t think so. 

And the shittest best friend award goes to… “Please…” He sighs and puts his forehead to the door. “I know I don’t deserve to be let in but…” 

You war with indecision. He’s your best friend… or at least you had thought he was. All to be thrown to the side the second that crazy bitch came into picture. 

You weren’t one to agree with guys when they say their girlfriends are crazy, but she had been the exception. Feminism be damned. She had cornered you at a party and had practically assaulted you into staying away from him, like you weren’t actively flirting with another guy seconds before her accosting. 

Fucking bitch. If you were pettier and Satoru was actually interested you would have slept with him on spite alone. Actually… maybe you were that petty. 

You crack the door, opening it enough for him to see a sliver of your face and an eye squinting at him meanly. 

“What do you want?” You hadn’t meant for it to come out so rudely, but you think you deserve to be a little bitchy, given the circumstances. 

“I missed you.” He pouts as he puts his hands up in surrender, accepting your attitude as par for the course.

“Wouldn’t have to miss me if you actually hung out with me.” You mutter under your breath. “What about bitch face?” 

You’ve used this epitaph before and you’re not about to start censoring yourself now. 

“She’s not exactly… in the picture right now. It’s complicated.” He shoots you a signature, lopsided grin as he rubs the back of his neck. “We were arguing about your birthday-” 

“So what? She kicks you out and you come here?” You ask, unimpressed at being sloppy seconds for him.

“No.” He scowls. “I kicked her out for talking shit about you and came to check on you. You’re important to me.” 

You don’t have any words for that. You had thought he wouldn’t lift a finger against her for you, not after the party. He hadn’t believed you then when she was playing the picture of sweetness. Why would you think now would be any different?

His eyes seem to look you over through the door and your gaze meets his and the air between you stills, crackling with tension. 

It all seems to happen at once, he steps forward as you open the door and your hand fists into his shirt, hauling him close enough for you to go on your tippy toes. Your mouth brushes against his as he leans down to your height, gathering you up in his arms. 

Clothes fly, the two of you a mess of limbs and lips as the articles drop to the carpeted floor. You don’t let him set the pace, the need to take him for yourself is too great. As you stumble towards your bed you flip him, pulling away from his greedy mouth to shove him onto the bed. 

Satoru’s body bounces as he props himself up, watching enraptured as you peel his t-shirt off, leaving you fully bare in front of him. 

“‘Toru,” You croon down at him as you climb up the mattress, straddling his body. “You’re going to make her right about me.” 

“I don’t care.” He whines breathlessly, his hands coming to rest on your thighs where they knead your skin. 

Your hand reaches into his boxers and your mouth waters at the sight of him. He’s long, hard, and perfectly curved, his tip angry and swollen as it jumps at your touch. 

“Say please, ‘Toru.” You murmur, running your thumb over his head to smear the precum that’s accumulated there. 

He fights you, not wanting to beg to save his pride. Your free hand reaches out, snatching his chin to make him look you in the eye, silently commanding him to do as you say. 

“P-please can I-” He chokes on a gasp when your hand tightens around his cock as a reward. “Please fuck me-” 

He begs so pretty, but you’re not done with him yet. 

“And what do you say to me?” Your tone is leading as you shoot him a false pout while you lazily stroke his cock. 

“Nng- ‘M sorry-” He bucks into your hand needily. “For not talking to you.” 

“Such a good boy.” You croon before your pout turns into a grin. 

The ache inside you burns hot seeing him in such a state. You sink down onto him almost too easily, your wet pussy parting to make itself at home on his cock. 

Satoru’s head falls to the mattress with an audible whimper at feeling how his best friend’s walls contract around him. He can’t believe he’s waited this long to know the feeling of you.

Your hips start to rock of their own accord, moving in quick, circular motions as you fuck him perfectly into the spot that makes your eyes cross. The wet plaps fill your dorm room, spilling from below  You gush around him, wetting the space between you as his hands grip onto your hips for dear life. 

“‘Feel so good, ‘Toru-” You lean forward, bracing yourself against his chest so you can bounce faster, taking him in a way that makes his head spin. 

“Sh-shit-” He gasps, grabbing onto your ass to squeeze your cheeks, helping you slam down onto him. He eyes trail from you bouncing tits, down your body to where you’re joined. He watches as the length of him disappears into you, smacking and smearing the wetness that had accumulated there, soaking his waist. 

And like the good boy Satoru is, his long digits find your clit, making him whine with how tightly you clench down on him. His thumb rubs at you tight, fast swipes, bull your orgasm to the forefront. 

The knot in your stomach snaps with a sharp cry and your head falls back as you ride your high and clamp down around him. Your nails sink deliciously into his chest, marring his skin with the evidence of what the two of you had done. 

As he whimpers that he’s about to come you manage to lift off of him in your spent state. Your hand wraps around him, squeezing tightly as you rub him from root to tip until he finishes across the hard plane of his stomach. 

“Where’s your phone, ‘Toru?” Your breaths come out in shallow, harsh pants. He barely manages to point to his jogger strewn across your floor. 

He paints such a pretty picture as you raise his device and snap a photo. His face and neck are flushed red as he pants heavily, an arm thrown over his eyes as he comes down from the ride you just gave him. Your tattooed legs bracket his chest, framing his hard cock is still twitching and the mess he’s made all over his stomach as you pulled out, letting him cum thick ropes of white over his toned abs. 

You find that bitch’s contact number and attach the photo, hitting send without any regrets. A wide grin spreads across your face when you see the message register as read and a call immediately comes through.

“Got another round in you, ‘Toru?” You hum and run your fingers through the mess he’s made, lapping it off of your digits, tossing the device and ignoring it. 

His cock answers with a twitch before he has you on your back.

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