ughhh im so happy we got this event we get to see so many sides to belphegor. he's so funny, one of the most powerful kings, but also super laid back and gets along with everyone. he's also genuinely kind and carefree god i love him so much 🥲 also love how he lowk be hooking up with anyone and everyone he's so real for that
just learned TODAY after a year of playing that i can open my save file through steam on my laptop and access all the explicit stuff without having to start the game over. jesus christ the information and archival shit on this game is in shambles I might as well just start a whole new wiki myself. it took me a year to find out what my fave's dick looks like this is heinous YOU CANT FIND SHIT IN THIS FANDOM 😭😭
Summary: You have always had a crush on Tamsy, it’s hard to imagine why you ever wouldn’t.
Warnings: Gaslighting & manipulation, brainwashing, isolation, dark content in general.
Author's Notes: N/A
You have always had a crush on Tamsy.
Though you knew it was entirely inconvenient given your line of work, it wasn't dramatic enough to ruin your life. No, it was the embarrassingly ordinary kind—the kind that made you instantly correct your posture when he walked into a room and wonder if he would notice if you cut your hair.
Predictably, he never did.
Or maybe he did and he was just playing dumb. Tamsy was difficult to read sometimes.
He smiled at everyone, laughed at everyone's terrible jokes, and was so universally liked. Even his partner, Delmon, constantly boasted about how Tamsy was always helping him out. It was also unfair that someone that talented had to be annoyingly nice on top of it.
Because his Jinki was truly impressive, too. Tokushin manifested these fine, glowing threads that Tamsy used to lend you a helping hand. Instead of letting you snap your spine hauling heavy crates of salvaged gear or sprain a wrist reaching for a rusted wrench at the bottom of a chassis, he'd used the thread to loop around the tool and drop it right into your palm. Heck, when an entire iron beam had shifted dangerously over your head a few weeks back, his threads had snaked around your waist and yanked you out of harm's way, well before you realized you were in danger.
Which was probably why your stupid little crush refused to die.
As a Supporter for the Cleaners, your job was demanding, but being assigned to multiple missions with Tamsy made every grueling hour worth it. Take today afternoon, for instance. You were taking a quick breather in the back of the transport jeep after clearing out a particularly nasty sector. You were sweating through your uniform, utterly exhausted, when a wrapped pastry suddenly dangled right in front of your nose.
"Skipped breakfast again, huh?" Tamsy chirped, leaning over the back of your seat. Before you could even look up, he gave a stray rubber band a playful snap right next to your ear just to watch you jump.
"I didn't," you mumbled.
"Oh, please. I watched you," he laughed, his grin widening as he rested his chin on his arms. "A single cup of coffee is not a meal."
"It's bean soup," you countered, lifting your chin defensively. "It absolutely counts."
"It really doesn't."
You peeled open the wrapper of the pastry anyway, the sweet scent instantly making your stomach growl. "...But thanks."
He flashed an exaggerated thumbs-up, completely oblivious to the way your heart did an embarrassing flip every time he looked at you. That was the most frustrating part about him—he treated you exactly how he treated everyone else, just another face in his cheerful little orbit as he floated away to go pester someone else.
Later, while loading supplies into the jeep, one of his threads quietly snaked across the floor and hooked the screwdriver you'd been looking for.
It landed neatly beside your hand. Across the room, Tamsy wasn't even looking at you. He was talking to Delmon while absentmindedly winding thread around his fingers.
"You missed one," he called out across the noisy garage.
"You have a mouth, you know," you called back. "You could've just told me where it was."
"Yeah, but this is way cooler."
You rolled your eyes, but your face still felt warm. It was hopeless, really. Absolutely hopeless.
The last of the supplies disappeared into the jeep while everyone checked paperwork and mission schedules.
You opened your own logbook to make sure you hadn't forgotten anything, and your pen stopped.
"...Huh."
There were weird, empty gaps in your schedule. You stared at the page, blinking, trying to remember what you had done during the second week of last month, or the three days following. The logs were completely blank, as if those days had never existed. You couldn't explain it. A dull ache throbbed behind your eyes as you tried to force the memories to surface, but the timeline just... refused to make sense.
Maybe you'd been too busy.
Before you could spiral too deep into a headache, a shadow fell over you. You looked up into the chest of one of the newer Supporters assigned to the mission. The guy was casually hauling a pair of heavy iron equipment cases that probably weighed exactly as much as you did.
"Need a hand with those heavier crates?" He asked, wiping sweat from his brow.
"Wow. Yeah, actually," you smiled back, forcing yourself out of your weird trance. "You know, you're ridiculously strong. I usually have to use a pulley system just to budge those."
He let out a proud laugh, clearly pleased with the compliment.
Right on cue, Tamsy strolled up without missing a beat. Completely unbothered, he threw an arm around the guy's shoulder.
"Right? Isn't he a beast? We're so lucky to have him on the muscle detail," Tamsy chimed in, laughing off the compliment.
The guy laughed, elbowing Tamsy back playfully, but as Tamsy turned his head to call out to someone else, the Supporter leaned down slightly toward you. He leaned in just close enough so his breath tickled your ear, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper.
"You know," he murmured, a knowing smirk playing on his lips, "you should really just confess your love to him already. It's painful watching you blush every time he breathes."
Your face instantly caught fire. You swat weakly at his elbow while your eyes darted nervously to Tamsy's back, praying he hadn't heard a single word.
The joint mission with Team Eager commenced later that afternoon.
The desert wind was brutal, howling past the open-air jeeps as the tires kicked up choking clouds of dust. You ended up squeezed into the back beside a mountain of equipment cases and spare parts. It wasn't glamorous work, being a Supporter. Someone had to carry the replacement gears, the repair kits, the emergency batteries, the tools everyone forgot they needed until the exact moment they needed them.
Across from you, Delmon had somehow fallen asleep despite the potholes trying to launch everyone into the ceiling every few minutes. His head bounced against the window with every bump, and somehow he still didn't wake up. You envied that.
Tamsy, sitting beside the driver, was busy chatting about absolutely nothing. Something about whether pigeons counted as sky rats.
Delmon cracked one eye open just long enough to mumble, "Everything's a rat if you hate it enough."
Then he went back to sleep.
The conversation somehow lasted another fifteen minutes.
You tuned it out. The thoughts of those missing logs kept drifting back, a distraction that apparently made you sloppy. When you looked down, you realized your gear was a total disaster. Vials were knocked over, bandages unspooled, and loose tools clattered together at the bottom of the bag.
You sighed at your own incompetence. With several hours of driving ahead, you decided you might as well organize it now.
Your fingers hit something foreign buried beneath a stack of inventory clipboards. It was a piece of paper, crumpled into a tight, frantic ball.
Curiosity winning over your frustration, you smoothed it out against your knee.
The handwriting was yours, messier than usual. The strokes dug deep enough into the page that they almost tore through was a single message:
STAY AWAY FROM TAMSY.
You stared at the paper, then at the handwriting—then back again.
It was definitely yours.
You knew the exact slant of your 'S,' the sharp, hurried way you crossed your 'T's when you were stressed. But it made absolutely no sense. Why on earth would you write something so paranoid, so outright malicious, about the guy who had literally bought you breakfast a few hours ago?
And what were you supposed to do with this? March up to Semiu when you got back and hand over a wrinkled note? Look at this crazy warning I left myself, please interrogate our most cooperative teammate.
"Hey. Everything alright down there?"
You flinched.
Tamsy was leaning over the back of the driver's seat, staring down at you. His eyes were crinkled, but his head was tilted at a curious angle. "You look incredibly pale."
You looked up a little too quickly, and forced a weak shake of your head. "Yeah—yeah, just a sudden wave of motion sickness. The road is rough today."
His eyes flicked toward the paper in your hands. "What's that?"
"N-Nothing," you shook your head, folding the note into a tiny square and shoved it into your pocket before you could think about it. "It's just an old shopping list."
Tamsy looked at you for another second.
"Ah," he smiled, reaching out to lazily tap the top of your head. "Hang in there, we're almost at the checkpoint."
He turned back around, and the conversation about pigeons resumed.
Your eyes drifted toward Tamsy's back. Was this linked to the blank spots on your calendar? It felt like a conspiracy theory, but the mechanics didn't add up. Tamsy's Jinki was Tokushin, he manipulated threads. How could a guy who plays with string have anything to do with your memory?
You found yourself stifling a grim, dark laugh. What, did he have a second Jinki hidden in his coat that you didn't know about? Wouldn't that be something? One for thread, and one for ruining your life.
Is having two Jinki even possible? You had absolutely no idea.
Maybe you'd hit your head harder than you thought on the last mission. Or you have split-personality disorder, and your alter-ego was a bitter hater who hated nice guys.
The increasingly ridiculous explanations did a surprisingly good job of calming you down.
By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, the humor had thoroughly worn off. It was a grueling, long-distance mission, meaning the team had to pitch up at a dirt-cheap motel on the outskirts of the border town for the night.
The moment the jeeps sputtered to a halt, you hopped out. You spotted the Supporter from Team Eager—the one who had teased you about confessing earlier—was unloading equipment nearby.
"Hey," you called out, walking over with a weary smile. "Rough drive, huh? Need a hand before we check in?"
The guy didn't respond at first. When he finally glanced at you for a second, he immediately looked away.
"...I've got it," he said, grabbing another case and walking past you without a word.
That was… weird.
Maybe he hadn't heard you?
You called his name this time, but he didn't even turn around. The sudden coldness landed somewhere uncomfortable inside your chest. You stood there awkwardly until another case nearly rolled off the jeep.
"What happened?" a soft voice murmured beside you.
Tamsy stepped up to your side, his hands in his pockets, watching the other Supporters disappear through the motel doors. Delmon trudged past both of you, muttering something about finding a bed that didn't smell like mold, leaving you alone with the one person your own handwriting had warned you against.
"I don't get it," you admitted, glancing toward the Supporter again. "He was acting normal this morning."
Now he wouldn't even look at you.
"...Did I do something wrong?"
Tamsy looked down at you, his smile dropping into an expression of sympathy. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear—a gesture so entirely kind it made the chest ache with confusion.
"Aw, don't take it to heart," he murmured. "He was probably just tired from driving the entire day. Besides, you've still got me, right?"
Maybe he was right.
It's not about you, maybe you were overthinking everything today.
_
The next morning, the sun rose over the wasteland in a toxic yellow haze, but there was no time to sit and watch it. You didn't exactly have time to poeticize it, though, because the alarms started blaring before you could even finish a lukewarm cup of coffee.
By the time the jeeps roared into the canyon, the battle was already a chaotic mess of flying debris and screeching Trash Beasts. Delmon launched himself forward without hesitation, disappearing into a cloud of dust. You watched his silhouette fade into the gray haze, wishing for a fraction of a second that you could run after him instead. But you couldn't. You and Delmon weren't close like that; you didn't have a single thing in common. He was Tamsy's teammate, not yours.
As a Supporter, you forced yourself into your usual routine, setting up repair stations and emergency supply points with other Supporters while the Givers engaged the beast.
You tried. God, you really tried to just act normal. But the universe has a sick sense of humor, because every single time Tamsy drifted anywhere near you, your breath hitched. You couldn't help it. Normally, you'd be trailing after him like an eager puppy. But now you subconsciously stepped back, keeping a careful distance between yourself and him.
You wished you had never found that stupid, crumpled piece of paper.
Naturally, because your focus was completely shot, you missed the part where a stray piece of jagged iron pipe was sent hurtling straight toward your blind spot. Before you could even register the whistling sound of the air cutting open, a thread from Tokushin whipped out from the dust.
It wrapped tightly around your wrist and violently reeled you forward.
You stumbled, gasping as your boots skidded over the loose rocks. Tamsy caught you by the shoulder, his grip firm enough to bruise through your uniform jacket. He didn't let go. Even as the wind howled and the surrounding Cleaners shouted over the din of shattering metal, he leaned down, bringing his face inches from yours.
His smile was perfectly fixed. His eyes were crinkled, completely warm, completely terrifying.
"Hey," he whispered. "You're trailing behind today. Something on your mind?"
Your heart hammered against your ribs in actual, suffocating fear now. The blush that usually warmed your cheeks was entirely absent, replaced by a cold sweat. You forced your lips to stretch into a fake, trembling smile, your fingers twitching against the fabric of his sleeve.
"I'm just... just tired from the motion sickness yesterday."
"Ah," Tamsy murmured, his thumb rubbing a slow, heavy circle into your shoulder before he finally released you. "Make sure you stay close to me, then. Wouldn't want you getting lost."
The battle raged around you.
Tamsy stepped away as though nothing had happened, his hand releasing your shoulder as a fresh strand of Tokushin sliced clean through the creature's core without him even breaking his stride.
The moment the battle concluded and the team returned to the dirt-cheap motel, worse still was the suffocating silence. Other than the Supporter who had suddenly given you the cold shoulder yesterday, you weren't actually close to the other two Supporters on this run. Sure, you talked to them, but it had always been strictly work-related.
But today, even that bare-minimum professionalism was dead. Every time you tried to pass a clipboard or ask for a final headcount, the other Supporters completely bypassed you. One of them actively wrenched a logbook out of your hand without making eye contact.
So while the other clattered into the lobby to argue about room assignments and injuries, you slipped away.
You wander toward a gravel parking lot. A single security lamp cast a sickly amber glow over a rusted vending machine. The wind was colder out here, howling through the chain-link fence, a welcome distraction from the dull throbbing behind your eyes.
You pulled the square of paper from your pocket.
Unfolding it with trembling fingers under the amber light, you stared at the script again. STAY AWAY FROM TAMSY. The sheer impossibility of it weighed on you. How could you be terrified of someone who just hours ago had saved your life? And how could a guy who spun thread steal days from them?
A sharp, microscopic tug snapped you out of your thoughts.
You glanced down and saw a thread shot out from the deep shadows. It wrapped perfectly around the slip of paper and yanked it right out of your fingers.
You gasped, your head spinning around so fast your neck cracked, and your heart instantly plummeting straight into your stomach.
Tamsy stepped out from the dark corner of the building, casually catching the flying note in his palm. He was wearing his usual relaxed smile, tilting his head at that exact same curious angle you used to find so charming.
"Thought I'd check on you," he said.
Your throat went completely dry. "Tamsy. Can you give that back, please?"
"You know, I was wondering what you were hiding in the jeep," he murmured, ignoring you as his eyes scanned the messy handwriting. He let out a soft, fond sigh—the kind of sound someone makes when a pet keeps making the same mess on the rug. "Wow. You really dug the pen into the paper this time, didn't you? You must have been so scared when you wrote it."
"I don't—I don't even know why I wrote that. It's a joke. I was just—"
You looked around frantically, suddenly realizing exactly how isolated you were. The occupied motel rooms were too far away, and the desert wind howling between the concrete walls was entirely too loud.
"What did you do to him?" you finally choked out, your voice trembling as you brought up the other supporter. "Why is everyone suddenly treating me so coldly?"
"I had to," Tamsy chuckled, waving a hand dismissively. "He was looking at you too much. Whispering in your ear, making you blush like that... I didn't like it. So I scribbled over those friendly little thoughts he had about you."
"That's impossible," you whispered, your brain flat-out refusing to process how someone who manipulates strings could just rewrite someone's mind.
You instinctively took a step back, about to bolt into the dark.
Suddenly, Tokushin's threads whipped out. They bound your wrists, pinning your arms ruthlessly to your sides. In the same breath, a layer of thread wrapped over your mouth, stifling your screams into muffled gasps. He stepped into your space, pushing your pinned body back against the cold, brick wall of the motel, hiding you completely in the shadows.
With you physically trapped and unable to make a sound, Tamsy leaned in close, his chest nearly touching yours. He looked down at your wide, terror-stricken eyes with an expression of pure adoration.
"You really are clever," he whispered, reaching up to gently trace the line of your jaw, completely unbothered by the way you tried to flinch away from his touch. In fact, he seemed to guide your face closer. "Everytime I thought I cleaned up all the scraps, you always find a way to leave yourself these little breadcrumbs. I think this is... what, the fifth note I've had to take from you?"
Your eyes widened further, tears of pure frustration and fear pricking the corners of your vision.
"Oh, you're so beautiful when you hate me," he murmured, his thumb brushing a tear from your cheek. His gaze was dark, heavy, and absolutely consumed by you. "Honestly, I don't care if you're blushing because of a silly little crush, or staring at me like you want to rip my throat out... you're still entirely consumed by me, aren't you? You aren't thinking about that guy. I adore when you're so passionate. Every single version of you, as long as you're right here."
He let out a short chuckle, leaning his forehead against yours. You thrashed against the threads, your muffled cries dying against the fibers over your mouth.
"But you look so miserable like this," he said, with his free hand, Tamsy reached into his coat and pulled out the heavy, ominous form of the Watchman Book. "Let's bring back that lovely smile instead. You liked me better when you just had a little crush, remember?"
Your eyes dilated in complete horror. He really did have two. One Jinki for thread, and one for ruining your life.
But before he opened the pages, Tamsy paused. With a flick of his fingers, the threads wrapping around your mouth and wrists slithered away.
He waited, as though granting you your last words.
You slumped against the brick wall, your breath coming in ragged, trembling gasps. You knew you couldn't run. You knew nobody was coming. So, looking up at the guy you had spent months pining after, you let out one final, broken question.
"Did... did you ever like me for real?"
"Of course I do."
His answer came immediately.
"No. 'Like' isn't the right word, is it? It's way more than that," he murmured, his smile turned incredibly tender as he corrected himself. He slid his hand from your jaw to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling into your hair, holding you in a mock embrace that felt sickeningly sweet.
"...I love you."
A twisted irony settled over you. Your stupid little crush had finally confessed to you. You had gotten exactly what you wanted, and this horror was the cost.
Tamsy flipped the Watchman Book open. In the pitch-black darkness behind the motel, the pages began to illuminate his smiling face like a beautifully twisted angel. The ink began to bleed into the air, and the world began to tilt. The dark bricks, the cold wind, the memory of his confession—it all began to blur, dissolving into heavy strokes of black ink that scribbled over your consciousness until there was nothing left but silence.
_
You blinked.
The vehicle hit a particularly nasty pothole, nearly bouncing your head into the roof.
You rubbed your temples, feeling a strange ache behind your eyes and a weird, empty gap in your thoughts from the night before, but you quickly shrugged it off. The roads were notoriously rough; you were probably just exhausted from the long drive.
Turning your head, you found Tamsy sitting right beside you in the passenger seat. He turned around, offering that warm, crinkly-eyed smile that always made your chest feel tight. He extended a hand, holding out a small, crinkling paper bag.
"Morning, sleepyhead," he teased playfully. "Brought you some of those sweet pastries you like from the lobby."
You felt your heart did that exact same little flip it always did whenever he looked at you. You cleared your throat, nervously straightening your posture, and wondered for the hundredth time if he would ever notice if you cut your hair.
Here's the link to the uncensored cgs I have. The quality is a little low because I had to use my laptop. I can only get the uncensored version on my laptop and my other phone, which I don't feel like using.
I really just want him to make me suck his dick under water if that's even possible and if not I'll figure it out somehow. And with his hair like this???
WAP WAP WAP WAP WAP WAP WAP WAP
tamsy is so nonbinary coded. in japanese when hes evil he uses different pronouns. his instrument is a distaff- something heavily associated with femininity. his hair. his facial features. i need to ride this guy into oblivion
@exltwounds told me they were having a shit day so i wrote this depravity that i’ve had unfinished in my works for so long because we don’t write fluff on this channel. happy saturday!!!!
warnings; 18+, no gendered terms but reader is afab, slight dubcon, improper use of tokushin but i mean that literally, tamsy is an obsessed reprobate
“Get that thing away from me,” you snap from beneath him.
Tamsy pouts. “You don’t like her?” He twirls his wrist and the loose string rewraps itself around the staff.
“‘Her?’” you repeat.
“Tokushin is a pretty girl,” he claims. “And well behaved. Well, better behaved than you.” He stares at the object for a moment as if it speaks directly to him.
“Of course it is, it’s an object.”
“An object that does my bidding,” he corrects. He wishes you were the same. He’ll get you there eventually. He can’t wait to memorise your expressions.
You feel the staff and the harsh wool slide up along your leg, just shy of your pelvis.
“Wait a second…”
You feel his hand shift. He holds onto the larger part of the distaff, keeping the thread tightly locked around the cage. The small handle taps once along the bone, harsh and hard.
You try to close your legs. You manage with some success before he pries them back open and slots his hips in the middle. The bed dips with the added weight.
He stares at you almost like he’s bored. His free hand creeps from beneath your thigh and loops upwards until his fingers find the skin along your hip below your panties.
To this, he looks displeased. “Why do you even have these on?” He tugs once at the fabric. His lips pull to the side. His fingers are skittish, wildly feeling the expanses of skin he’d otherwise never access. Your stomach pools beneath his touch. Your thighs lock around his waist, desperate to just close so you can get up and leave.
“You’re not serious, right?” you ask nervously.
“About?” His thumb presses to your clothed clit. He grinds down, careful not to let his nail snag on the fabric. It catches easily against malleable flesh he wants to ruin.
His thumb then dips around the hemming of your panties and slides curiously until he’s pulled the fabric to the side. He almost laughs at the glitter pooling around your hole. You visibly clench once exposed, and you grit your teeth.
Something cold slides along your navel. It’s solid, like wood.
You bark out a cry, “That’s enough!”
“I haven’t even started yet,” he says. “Just relax.” The rounded wooden tip of Tokushin’s handle presses gently to your clit. It circles the bundle once, twice, three times, then again and again, and you realise he’s not teasing you.
He pushes down harder, angling left and right slightly until your hips eventually twitch. You let out a sob when he hits you just right. His free hand holds you down by the stomach. You can’t help but try to squirm. The ache is awful; the nerves fire up into your belly and deep inside. It’s almost painful. It’s a slow crawl to finish, and Tamsy only lets up just before you can cross the edge.
“See? Isn’t it lovely?”
You’re not sure if he’s talking to you or the distaff in his hands. You clench again. He removes his jinki for a moment before his thumb returns to rub gently at your clit, almost like a reward. Almost in praise of laying there and letting him have his way with you.
He’s not really looking at your face though. His eyes are glued to the glitter between your legs. It glimmers tauntingly, and his thumb slides easily to encompass the wetness pooling over your cunt.
You’re so easy.
He shifts for a moment. He flips his hair back with a quick turn of his head before he shrinks down and tastes the pad of his thumb. He almost drools before he lowers himself enough for a gander with his tongue.
He ignores, with effort, your swollen clit. His nose nudges unintentionally against it and you gasp. He needs you wetter than this, and he decides his spit will do the trick. His tongue glides easily against your cunt, tracing the rim of your hole with a dizzy groan. You reel your hips back to pull away from him, but he simply chases.
His fingers lock your thighs in place. Your legs ache from being held so far apart, and the humiliation almost outweighs the feeling of him utterly devouring you. His tongue is hotter than you feel.
Your cunt oozes with slick that he happily drinks.
He wants nothing more than to press his tongue deep inside and stay there for hours. He thinks he deserves it. He thinks the only way to get close is to have every part of him inside of you until he’s in your skin, and you’re one of the same.
His cock strains in his pants.
His brows furrow.
He refrains.
You’re hot. Your skin is on fire. The ceiling only spins. Tamsy is the only thing you can focus on, and how he pulls back every so often and you get a glimpse of his tongue flattening against your clit.
He knows it’s working. He also gets lost eventually when his hand works between his thighs. You’re slowly forgetting his intentions. You barely even register the handle of Tokushin twisting gently and coating in slick. He slides it over the rim of your hole. Maybe you just think it’s his finger; it’s certainly thin enough, but not nearly as warm.
Tamsy’s nose flattens against your pelvis as his tongue works your clit. You heave, hole clenching around the handle before he angles the instrument just enough to push in just an inch.
You immediately seize. The dull ache of his tongue becomes a needed distraction. He sucks gently and your thighs twitch open instinctively.
The ache grows worse. His tongue slides over your clit over and over again.
“Fuck,” you manage.
And it feels so good that you begin laughing.
Tamsy pushes further. The handle sinks deeper inside of you and you sigh in relief.
Ooh. Tamsy grins into your cunt.
It’s when the entire handle is inside that you squirm. The handle is cold and stiff. He twists it gently and you jerk.
“That’s…”
Tamsy pulls back. Experimentally, he pulls the handle out slowly.
You hiss when he pushes the entire length back in. You reach downward and try to shove him off with gritted teeth, but Tamsy jerks his wrist backwards and wretches the handle out of you completely. You tense up as his tongue abandons your clit.
One of his hands splays out on your hip. You stiffen in retaliation, ready to bark out at the premise of him pushing down and pinning you to the bed. He crawls up to your hips, then your waist, then both of his hands push down eagerly on your shoulders.
You huff and his hair blows out of your face.
You can see his grin in the low orange dim of the lamp.
“You look disappointed,” he observes. “Am I not good enough?”
“No…” Your chest strains beneath your shirt. “No, you’re good.” You feel small beneath him. “You’re great.”
He breathes sporadically. His breath hits your face in waves. His pupils are blown out, and his eyes dart frantically across every lift of your eyebrow, or every twitch of your nose, or the slight tremble in your lip.
Then, his smile drops.
“Do you love me?”
You blink, completely stunned by his question. “What?”
Tamsy looks expectant. “I love you.” His eyes widen at his own confession. There’s a shaky grin on his lips, open mouthed and almost too large for his face. His teeth are covered in spit, and a glimmer of saliva escapes the corner of his mouth. “A lot.”
You shift beneath his weight on your shoulders. Sweat covers your neck and every delicate piece of cartilage that weaves into your collarbone. The flesh is littered in pink and purple.
“Really?” you ask.
Tamsy hums. He’s still staring. He leans downward slightly. One of his hands abandons your shoulder to tap the yarn strewn around Tokushin against your cheek.
“I love you,” he reaffirms.
“I…” The handle of his instrument is sparkling in the low lights of your bedroom. “I love you too…”
“Oh.” Tamsy freezes. It’s like the entire world stops for a moment, and he stares through you like he can see every interaction of your veins. Like he could reach beneath your flesh and twist until every line pulled free from its place.
You hear nothing but the creaking of the bed when you shift, and the unsteady breathing emitting from his mouth. It’s so shaky you worry he’s not getting enough air.
“You okay…?” you whisper to him.
You can barely see his face.
“Hey…” you utter.
“Hi,” he responds. He bites his lip so hard it bleeds. The pain is enough to snap him from his stupour. He wants your knuckles embedded onto his flesh. He wants to burn black and blue from all the love you can promise him. “I’m okay.”
“Show me what she can do,” you say quickly. You reach upwards and cup your hand around his instrument. “You said she’s good, right?”
Tamsy doesn’t respond.
You think you’re trembling.
Tamsy’s eye twitches. Jealousy surges hot in his veins.
You screwed up. You stiffen immediately. “What can you do, with her?” Your hand jerks from his instrument to clasp his hand. Your fingers slot between his, and your forearm pressed to his own. You feel his crinkled sleeve that you’d snipped at with your teeth to tease him, and the outline of one of your bracelets he wears. “What can you do to me?”
Tamsy swoons and his nose nuzzles into your cheek.
Tokushin trembles in your grasp, and her strings whirl first around your wrist and his, gathering tight until your fingers feel fused to his. He keeps your hand locked with his. He wraps his other arm around your waist beneath you on the bed.
nothing is ever wrong when it comes to you; if anything, choso worships the ground you walk on and rarely punishes you. ignoring your bratty behavior and choosing to praise you anyway.
“you’re beautiful. can you keep kneeling for five more minutes?”
cupping your jaw and stroking your cheek lovingly, never taking his eyes off yours. the bulge in his pants was growing bigger, and the mark on his face was changing to a darker black because of the blood rushing throughout his body.
you’re the only one who can get him like that, make his whole body hot with want.
every word that comes out of his mouth is praise, making sure that you know how good and special you are to him, how you never fail to make him feel better.
putting you in front of a mirror while he stands behind you, one hand on your hip and the other holding your jaw in place, making sure you stand still looking right at yourself.
“look at you, so beautiful and smart.”
his words were low, almost quiet.
all he’s known his entire life is to provide, to be that provider for people, and for as long as he’s lived, the only time his body has ever felt good from being that is with his brother and you.
it’s not always sexual, but he still feels the same way whether he's washing you down in the bathtub after fucking you nonstop for an hour or he's washing you off after a long hard day and all you want is his comfort.
his body still feels the same, buzzing with the same pleasure he would’ve gotten if he were balls deep inside of you.
choso loves the feeling of having to take care of you; it makes him feel good and gives him a purpose. if he can make you feel good, relaxed, or buzzy, then he succeeded.
even when you’re the one on your knees swirling your tongue on the head of his dick making him cum, he’s not worried about himself; he’s worried about you and if that made you feel good, praising you heavily.
when he sees that sparkle in your eye, then that’s when he soaks in the pleasure, more cum leaking out, his body heating up fast from you alone and you being so good.
pampering you even harder after. washing you down with your favorite body wash, drying you off, putting on his favorite lotion he likes for you to wear, and then feeding you until you get sleepy.
this is his purpose, and he has no problem with that; as long as he has you, he's happy.
being a good kitty for sukuna ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა
request by my beloved: @mentallyillwhore
the softness of your fur tickles his skin as sukuna plays with it, your ears twitching every time he rubs the end of your tail.
his other hand rubbing the base of your tail, knowing it arouses you, just to see you toot that little ass in the air and purr for him.
“such a good little kitty for your king, huh? go on, do the thing i like.”
your ears perk up again, twitching as you prop yourself on his thigh, rubbing your soft wet core over his bare thigh, already moaning for him.
one of his hands plays with your tail while two of his other hands play with your tits, watching the way your nipples react to his touch.
every time your clit rubs against his thigh, your ear twitches more and your tail swings in his grip, your pupils dilated and your eyes glazed over in need, squirming around, humping faster.
your arms around half of his waist because of how big he is, nuzzling your face into his skin and opening your mouth softly, licking over him, a groan rumbling in his chest, his fingers tugging on your nipples, making you whimper.
both your bodies are getting warmer from the pleasure, rubbing harder on his thigh and nuzzling into his neck, purring even harder, your purrs rumbling throughout your cute little body, turning sukuna on.
“there you are; keep going.”
encouraging the depraved behavior while his dicks twitch; you can feel them pulsing and leaking cum on your thigh.
sukuna starts bouncing his leg to make you jolt, losing your rhythm so he can see you agitated and chase the nut you so desperately want, clinging to him tightly, your nails digging into his skin while drool starts falling out because you’re holding your mouth open.
wiggling your hips and still trying to find your rhythm while he continues to bounce his leg, the obscene sounds of your wet pussy filling the dark room.
his hands are still playing with your tits, softly tugging on your nipples, making your tail swing more erratically, your ears twitching like crazy because you’re on the edge.
every time he bounces you up, you come down harder to rub your clit more, your body trembling with need.
“look at me.”
taking your chin with his fingers, forcing your gaze onto him, not daring to stop bouncing his leg, the warm slick on his thigh getting him off.
your eyes are locked on his and you can't look away even if you wanted to, grinding yourself down one last time and letting out a loud squeal, collapsing onto his chest.
sukuna is still playing with your tail while you come down.
hey i really really love your fics and the way you write youre so talented! ive been searching for a virgin!yuji x virgin!reader for so long and my life would literally be urs if you wrote this. if not no worries, i totally get it.
sending love! - anon
OH THIS IDEA IS HOOOOTTTTT AND U BEST BELIEVE IM ALL OVER IT!! thank you for your sweet words and for sending in a request!! i hope you like it!! :] <333
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oh my god, pretty!
{yuji itadori x f!reader}
summary: your relationship with yuji was semi new and cute, you both absolutely adoring the fuck out of one another since the moment you met. one thing you have in common though? you’re both loser virgins with absolutely no experience whatsoever, and on one night where you’re both innocently cuddling on the couch watching a movie— yuji goes NUTS.
warnings: MDNI. college!au, afab!reader, SMUT, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it ya’ll), accidental creampie LOL, yuji is a little perv, smut with barely any plot she goes straight to the good stuff, cursing, pet names, fluff, FILTHYYYY this is filthy, all characters are aged up.
word count: 3.9k
authors note: PHEEWWWW THIS ONE HAD ME MEOWING LIKE A KITTY CAT AND I HOPE YALL MEOW WITH ME!!! thank you for your support always, that is an absolute given, i love you and i love you forever. MWAAAHHHH <3333
because yuji was in a black tight compression tee and pj’s while you both were watching a movie together and cuddling on your living room couch, the sleeves of his shirt accentuating his biceps and the rest of it squeezing over his pecs and torso, the brightness of your tv illuminating all of his sharp handsome features that had you gnawing at your nails in a nervous fit— him looking at you with pinched eyebrows.
yuji and you had just started dating a couple of months ago— his lively overly friendly personality winning you over without really much effort at all, and your genuine sweet one catching his heart the minute he saw you come into one of his lectures last year, looking soul killingly beautiful and radiant, the both of you befriending each other quickly as your interests aligned.
and you started hanging out on and off campus a lot more frequently after that— gradually falling more and more in love until yuji finally gathered up his jumpy nerves and asked you to be his girlfriend.
there was a problem though.
neither of you had had sex before, or had done anything in between the lines with other people before you got together.
it was the first thing that yuji worried about when he first started dating you— embarrassed and afraid that you would think he was a big fat loser with no game and that he would potentially run the risk of losing you, you maybe preferring a man of experience to match your own needs.
but when he admitted that to you, and when you shook your worried little head and told him you were in the same exact boat as him, he was fucking elated— his apprehensions crumbling down like a landslide and replaced instead with the giddiness of getting to do stuff with you for the first time ever, and him being the man (the only man ever he hoped) to get to do it to you.
but then there was another problem.
neither of you seemed to want to start anything, the both of you hesitant and scared because of your lack of experience— petrified of humiliating yourselves if one of you tried and pathetically failed at it or did something incorrectly.
“mhm! fine.” you smiled sweetly, your calm voice a completely different contrast to what was currently happening inside your reeling fuzzy brain.
you had both definitely talked about it, the subject of intimacy. but it was always something that the two of you reassured each other would happen eventually when you were both ready, that there was no rush— choosing to brush the subject off like it was nothing.
except it wasn’t nothing. it was never nothing. and you were both way past fucking ready, especially yuji, him practically ripping apart at the seams with horn dog need anytime he saw you wear those little skirts that you like so much, or whenever you’d straddle his lap during one of your daily makeout sessions— his hands literally trembling over your ass in attempts at being respectful of pretty ol’ you, settling for placing them on your upper back instead.
and you would internally pout, disappointed, because you always without fail noticed all of this yet you were too shy to mention anything or do something about it on your own.
“you sure?” he asked softly. “you look like you’re thinking about something.”
he raised a hand and gently poked your cheek repeatedly with his index finger, a silly smile on his face. “tell me baby tell me baby tell me baby—”
you giggled, “i’m okay! just zoned out.” you pushed his finger away, leaning up and pressing a quick shy kiss to his cheek that made him instantly flush pink in return, a wobbly smile spreading across his face.
in the midst of you retreating back to your previous position, yuji caught your chin with his fingers and turned you to look at him, your cheeks blushing as he stared at you with lovesick dreamy eyes.
“can we— um.” his gaze flickered to your lips. “can we make out.”
your eyes widened slightly and your hands grew clammy fast, cheeks buzzing as you stared back at him.
since making out was the only thing you both properly conquered, it happened almost every single time you saw each other, the act practically filling in and making up for the more lewd exchanges you both were missing out on, your kisses always sloppy and messy but heated— though each time it came around to it you were often just as nervous as the first time.
“s—sure!” you stammered. “you don’t have to ask me yuji… you can just— y’know… do it..”
he bit his tongue, your timidness for some fucking reason sending a shock of arousal through his veins and straight down to his dick as he tried his best to swallow it and not make it obvious for you.
“okay!”
he brought your face closer then and kissed you, a solid one at first, until you slowly parted your lips and ushered him in, deeper, your body moving closer to his on its own as he immediately responded with placing a hand on your leg to throw it over his lap, your mouths wet and slippery as he properly settled you to sit on him.
you wrapped your arms around his neck, the movie drowned out completely in the background as a sequence of lip smackings echoed throughout the room, yuji’s hands on your upper back like always as you continued to make out… until you felt a little stinging cramp in your knee— moving your hips a little bit to readjust, utterly unaware of how you accidentally applied pressure over yuji’s crotch as he sucked in a breath through his nose and pulled away.
“fuck don’t do that baby don’t do that.”
you froze, hands quickly retracting back to your chest. “what? what do what?”
“oh—” he froze, eyes wide and cheeks pink as his mouth opened and closed like a fishy out of water.
he couldn’t possibly tell you why, not wanting to scare you away by admitting that you grinding down on his crotch like that made his dick jerk and mind haze in the most filthy and perverted way imaginable, feeling like he wanted to dig himself a big fat grave of horny shame to throw himself into as he watched your pretty eyes look at him the way that they were, wanting that same look but underneath him instead—
your bent knee cramped up once more and you hissed, moving your hips again except this time harder, yuji’s eyes flying open as the grip around your upper torso tightened, a strangled whiny hum escaping his throat.
your eyes snapped to his at the sound, now feeling something hard poking your clothed pussy as your brain finally put fucking two and two together, your hand slapping over your mouth in embarrassment at what you did and over your stupid delayed realization.
“oh! yuji i’m so sorry i— i didn’t realize—”
he shook his head rapidly, his cheeks and ears red as he shakily smoothed his hands over your hips comfortingly.
“no baby! don’t be sorry it’s okay!” he quickly kissed your forehead. “i—it’s me… it’s not you at all…”
but there was something else behind his eyes, something you couldn’t quite pinpoint as he just stared at the place where your body met his crotch, hands slowly gripping your hips tighter in a certain way and… and actually moving you now in a certain way that made you promptly realize he was grinding you against him, pleasure quickly twitching at your clit in response as flat hands flew to his chest to stabilize yourself.
“what— what are you doing?” you stammered, your chest heaving a little.
“s—sorry!…” he mumbled, eyes still trained to the same area. “it just— felt kind of good… so..”
yuji peered up at you, a cautious look on his face as he eyed you curiously with his pinky cheeks bright— hesitantly indulging in his overwhelming sick need for you, as simply making out was just not cutting it anymore ever since he got a taste of how something like this could feel a couple of seconds ago.
and your thoughts were identical to his.
timidly, you slid your hands up slowly to rest back on his manly shoulders, the rough material of his compression tee under your fingers making you literally squeeze your hole around nothing, eyes nervously darting around his face.
“o—okay…”
his hand came up to brush some of your soft hair over your shoulder, his thumb moving in to caress gently over your hot cheek.
“can i… can i do it again?”
you shakily nodded, and he gripped your hips again before moving you just like he did before, your crotch coming down to meet his slowly and cautiously as your mouth partially hung open at how good it actually felt, yuji staring at your expression with blown out pupils and nearly drooling over it.
but he wanted more, his hands moving you then to grind on him a little faster, his hips coming up to meet yours at the same time as you shyly met him halfway— quick and stuttery until all of a sudden you were full blown humping into each other like rabid dogs, your tiny whiny moans setting him the fuck off as he captured your lips again to make out with you, fearing if he let you quietly moan like that for his ears to selfishly drink up that he was going to end up busting in his pants.
“y—yuji…” you whimpered in between kisses.
“yeah baby?” his husky voice sent another electrical shock of ecstasy through your body, your fingers gripping his shirt in tiny fists as you didn’t even know what exactly you were pleading him for.
but he knew.
he wrapped his arms entirely around you and moved so that you were laying flat on your back now, yuji in between your legs as he kissed you sloppily while grinding himself back on you again, him literally mimicking how it would be to fuck you as you squeezed his biceps for support, your thin pajama shorts feeling his hard cock bulging from his pj pants and rutting against your cunt desperately with every hump.
yuji, literally trapped in a dimension of arousal and nasty fucking thoughts of you with every moan that slipped past your puffy soft lips, had him reaching and tugging down on the waist band of your shorts like an animal, your baby blue panties with a little ribbon bow in the middle making him nearly choke on his spit.
your hand quickly came to clasp around his wrist, stopping him.
“y—yuji my parents! i don’t know if we should—”
“oh fuck—” he whispered, looking up to the top of your staircase and down where your parents were sound asleep, gnawing so much on his bottom lip in cock blocked agony that he accidentally drew blood.
and you didn’t know why, but the urge was unforgiving as you reached up and cupped his hot sweaty cheeks, pulling his face down as you stuck your tongue out and licked over his bleeding lip.
yuji stared, eyes wide, before he let out a low guttural grown and shoved his face into the crook of your neck.
“fuck fuck fuck fuck—”
you were fucking killing him.
he rolled his leaky cock slowly into you again, his shoulders trembling at the cold feeling of his wet boxers that were literally covered in pre cum the moment your pretty plush thighs sat over his lap, you speaking up.
“m—maybe—”
he pulled back fast.
“yeah?”
“maybe if you just— look. that… that should be fine, right?”
“yeah yeah!” yuji’s invisible tail was practically wagging over your words. “look uh huh! just look baby.”
you bit your lip, slowly reaching down and tugging as both of yuji’s hands went flying down to help you, pulling them over your thighs and down to your ankles before setting them behind him on the couch with a soft thud.
you kept your thighs closed, shy and timid as you realized yuji hadn’t seen you like this yet… your cheeks flaring in embarrassment as he pulled your knees apart and gawked at the vision before him, yuji looking at you like you had built the entirety of rome by yourself with your bare hands.
you hadn’t noticed yet, but your panties were drenched— a patch of wet spread over your lips that literally outlined the anatomy of your pussy to a t, leaving little to the imagination as his eyes stayed locked on your clit in a complete trance.
“oh my god, pretty!…” he murmured, his index finger coming down to softly touch and rub your puffed up clit over your panties, you squeaking in response and slamming your thighs closed again.
“sorry! sorry!” he sputtered, frantic as he came down to peck little kisses on your cheek apologetically, your eyes shut, bashful. “did that hurt? i didn’t mean to i’m sorry—”
“n—no!” you shook your head and slowly peeked your eyes open. “it didn’t… just felt s—sensitive.”
his shoulders relaxed in relief, nodding, his eyes widening in delight when you spread your legs back open for him again, your panties literally stuck slick to your pussy at this point.
yuji’s fingers pressed against your folds, him wanting to just feel the way your little wet lips mushed up against his digits, his curious hand directing him slowly up over your clit and back down by your virgin hole as he breathed hard through his nose, trying to get himself to calm the fuck down over your cunt and not freak you out.
but what he was doing felt good, him having no idea as you pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth with your eyebrows screwed together in euphoria, his ears perking up at the sounds of your sweet little moans and whines the more pressure he applied to it.
and then he got an idea.
as you were distracted getting riled up by his fingers, yuji shoved his other hand under his wet pajama pants and boxers, pulling out his throbbing cock and pumping it a little as his angry tip leaked with every jerk— a drop oozing down and landing right on your nub before rolling over your panties as he breathed out a string of hushed curses.
yuji replaced the hand on your pussy with his cock, his length and tip pushing up in between your sopping cunt and back down, completely soiling your panties with a mix of your arousal and his pre cum as he rolled his hips into you again, you not noticing at all until both of his rough hands came to grip and squeeze over your inner thighs, your eyes fluttering open as you wondered why it felt way better than before, them bulging once you saw his thick long dick slipping and sliding hurriedly against your pussy.
“b—baby!” you moaned breathlessly, but yuji literally could not hear you as his dazed droopy eyes stayed focused on your swollen puss while he continued to rut.
“uh huh..?..” he panted. “what’s wrong sweetheart…”
your words lodged themselves in the back of your throat as a particular rough thrust made you choke and clamp your mouth shut, squeezing your eyes shut in response with your sensitive nub pulsing as you felt yuji’s leaky sticky cum all over you.
“does it— does it feel good?” his eyes finally trailed up to look at you, his already fucked out expression and flushed face forming a yummy pit in your stomach that you recognized as your release whenever you fingered yourself, except that feeling no where near as good as what you felt right fucking now.
“mhm..” you moaned and licked your lips.
yuji’s fingers slid up from your inner thighs and to the straps of your panties, fiddling and playing with them as he rolled his hips like a little perv, his tip at times falling and literally sinking into your gaping virgin hole a bit— your panties a thin stretchy wall that frustratingly stopped his cock from going, slipping back upward instead.
“baby…” he moaned lowly, whispering. “maybe we should just have sex right now…”
you gasped. “right now?! i don’t know yuji my— my parents— and we’ve never—”
he leaned down and sloppily kissed you, speaking in between each smack.
“they’re asleep it’s—” mmphf— “it’s okay—”
yuji already had his middle finger hooked under your wet panties as he started pulling down, you squeaking at the cold breeze hitting your bare clit.
“i want to but— hic!”
he rubbed his tip over your entrance a bit, pooling your juice up.
“what if— what if we get too loud? and they come downstairs—”
he shook his head. “i’ll keep on a lookout pretty don’t worry about it...” he murmured. “you just relax while i pump my cock in, yeah?”
you whimpered, nodding quickly and pathetically as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down flush against your chest, suctioning tiny sucks on his jaw to keep you from moaning the loudest you’ve moaned all night as he started pushing in, yuji’s mind in a literal fucking state of delirium as his dick was finally gonna be buried in your cute pussy after wanting it for so long.
you hiccuped against his jaw, your arms gripping him tighter as he stretched you out so good, feeling a little pinch in your walls that made you spread your legs wider in attempts at alleviating it.
“ohhhh fuckkkk baby—” he moaned loud and you quickly clamped a hand over his mouth.
“shhh honey shhh—”
“m’sorry m’sorry m’sorry—”
his voice was muffled against your hand as he pumped deeper, your squeal catching itself in your throat and his body fucking shivering at the way your tight slobbering walls sucked him in without him having to even push, your hole clenching around him and pumping more strings of stray pre cum out inside you.
“my god do that again please do that again—” he panted, reeling his hips back slowly and pushing in at a steady rhythm.
“d—do what?” you panted, your eyes closing in pleasure.
“squeeze— shit!— squeeze me please please—” he begged, pressing wet open mouthed kisses on your cheeks as he licked up your little overstimulated tears.
“like— like this?”
you clenched your hole again and his body jerked, his choked moans huffing in your ear as he rolled and snapped his hips faster.
“mm! yuji my god—” you squealed and he placed a hand over your mouth, the both of you now covering over each others as he proceeded to drill his hips in, the couch squeaking with every messy hit.
your hand tightened over his lips the louder he moaned, your eyes silently pleading with him to be a little quieter, but him too lost in the milking of his cock and the way your fucked out face looked as he couldn’t connect the dots with what you were asking of him, suddenly your blurry brain coming into reasonable consciousness for a second as you became aware of the fact that you weren’t even using protection.
“b—baby—” you muffled against his hand. “we’re not using a— mmm! c—condom we need—”
smack smack smack—
“shit i don’t— i don’t have one sweetheart.” he stifled, and yuji only went faster then, harder and jerky as his awkward virgin hips jolted you up and down on him, your eyes rolling back. “s’okay i’ll just pull out m’kay? i’ll pull out—”
his snappy pace brought your brain back into your previous dumb erotic state, nodding dazedly as he scooched his hand down and shoved his middle and ring finger inside your wet mouth, your tongue slobbering over his digits before your lips lewdly closed around them and sucked.
yuji was not keeping a lookout for your parents.
“oh fuck baby you look so fucking pretty doing that…” he choked. “you look so so pretty under me and taking my dick—”
“mhm..” you moaned around his fingers, drool seeping out of your mouth and down your chin as you felt like you were on the brink of cumming and squelching all over him.
“i’m gonna pull out soon okay? i feel—” pant— “i feel like i’m cumming—”
you pulled back from his fingers with a pop and licked your lips, nodding vigorously as you squeezed your eyes painfully shut, your release washing over you like a prickly wave with your mouth hung wide open and your vision blowing bright white.
but in the midst of you creaming, you accidentally clamped your thighs shut around yuji as he tried to slip his dick out.
“fuck! i can’t—” pant— “baby open your legs please im gonna— fuck fuck fuck!—”
yuji’s cum pummeled inside you and filled you the absolute brim as he gasped and whined in your ear, his balls draining so much of it into you that it took no time at all for it to slip past your hole and onto your couch below, the both of you heaving heavily with your clothes stuck against your sweaty sticky bodies.
“are you—” he swallowed. “are you okay baby? i’m sorry i came inside—”
“it’s okay it wasn’t you—” you tried to regulate your breathing. “it— it was my fault… i trapped you in…”
you sheepishly looked at him and gnawed at the inside of your cheek in shame, your face only making him lazily grin and press a hard loving kiss to your cheek.
“it’s okay. we can figure it out later!”
he peeled away from you and sat up, his softening cock still buried inside as he slowly pulled out and watched the rest of his cum spurt out, taking one of his shaky fingers and collecting some before pushing it back in your hole.
“don’t put it back in yujiiii!” you whined.
“sorry! sorry sorry—” he grabbed your wrist gently and kissed the back of your hand, his pinky cheeks vibrant as he looked at you with a wobbly shy smile. “i— i couldn’t help myself…”
you giggled. “s’okay honey.”
he laid his body back over yours, being mindful not to squish you as he leaned some of his weight on his arms, cutely pecking your puffy lips over and over until he was satisfied with the amount, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck after.
“m’glad my first time was with you yuji…” you murmured into his ear, your words causing his heart to literally bang against his chest as he felt like he was on cloud nine with you underneath him like that.
“i’m glad it was with you pretty.” he pushed, looking into your fucked out eyes with sincerity. “and i hope it stays that way. just my dick.”
you laughed loudly, your hand quickly coming up to cover your mouth as he giggled.
you pecked his nose sweetly and readjusted your hips, your cum covered pussy brushing against his cock again, the blood immediately rushing back to it faster than a speeding fucking bullet.
he traced a loving finger across your bottom lip delicately, a little grin on his face.
you quirked a brow. “what?”
“can we um—“ he quickly kissed you. “can we try doggy style right now?”
Towa x MC x Lyca—I absolutely adore those two ghouls and it makes my heart melt whenever they’ve got scenes together. They’re so sweet (and a little yandere-y) with MC and I adore how eager they are to learn ‘human’ things and show off their newly learned skills to others, especially MC (always followed by some sort of ‘well of course I am good at that now, I tried really hard and also I’m amazing’ style comment—but in the purest, least arrogant way). So maybe something like they’re both together talking about MC and how great MC is and how they like to do things that make MC’s eyes sparkle…and then maybe it turns into a ‘well I made MC feel reaaallly happy when I did…😈’ and then it turns into a naughty but playful one-up…ending up with them both bursting into the cathedral asking MC who’s better at pleasing (her/him/them) and MC turns it into a sexy competition where they both show her what they got…evolving into all of them having fun together…?
Lyca x Towa x MC
MC they/them with afab body parts
Minors do not interact!
“That’s not how you do it!” Lyca grumbled snatching the hay away from Towa, “These guys get the ground up stuff!” He pushed the barrel of grain into Towa’s arms. “It’s simple to remember! Harurin taught me, I learned it in no time.” Lyca said proudly.
Towa puffed out his cheeks in irritation as he dumped the barrel into a trough. “Who cares if I don’t remember which is which. Feeding these guys is boring, I like feeding Dandelion better! I made them porridge this morning! It had their favorite flowers in it!”
“Humans don’t eat flowers, dummy.” Lyca shook his head.
“Do to!” Towa shot back. “I’m a human!”
“Anyway, who cares if you made some dumb porridge? MC taught me how to make coffee the way they like it! I made them smile so big! They said it was the best they ever tasted.” Lyca bragged.
“I’m the best thing Dandelion’s ever tasted.” Towa shook his head. “They made mmmmm sounds when they swallowed it.”
Lyca crossed his arms with a glare. “They like me the best, they yelp when I lick them, they said I’m so good!”
“Nuh uh! Dandelion says I’m their good boy!” Towa protested.
“Let’s ask them!” Lyca spun around, evening feeding time forgotten, he started to march towards the entrance to the park.
***
You sat on your bed reading when you heard a hammering on your door. Before you could get up to answer it the door swung open, Towa and Lyca tumbling inside.
“MC! I’m better at pleasing you than this guy right?” Lyca burst out.
“No! I’m the one who makes you happiest don’t I Dandelion?” Towa pouted beside him.
You looked at the two men in your doorway startled, an amused smile tugged at your lips. You’d never gotten two of your lovers in your room together before, this presented an opportunity.
“You’ll have to refresh my memory.” You said playfully.
“Huh?” Lyca frowned.
“Hmmph!” Towa crossed his arms in a huff.
“Don’t you both want to play with me?” You rose smoothly from your bed, setting your book aside.
Both men nodded, eyes hungrily fixed on you.
You started to undress teasingly slowly, Lyca licked his lips, Towa’s mouth parted, both watching your every move as your clothes hit the floor.
Lyca started undoing his pants, not to be outdone Towa pulled off his shirt, they raced each other to strip down as you sat on the edge of your bed watching them. Admiring Lyca’s defined abs, and Towa’s soft smooth stomach.
Towa stepped forward pressing the tip of his cock against your lips, Lyca took his and rubbed it against your cheek.
You kissed Towa’s flushed pink head, then Lyca’s dark red tip. Lyca growled and Towa chirped as you ran your tongue over one cock then the other.
“Well you both taste delicious.” You smacked your lips before licking each of them again.
You motioned for both of them to knee and they both dropped to their knees in front of you. You leaned forward offering your chest.
Towa’s thumb pressed against one nipple while Lyca’s lips latched onto the other.
“Dandelion likes my fingers.” Towa whispered, and you rewarded him with a little whimper as he pinched and tugged at your nipple.
Lyca responded by lapping his tongue against his side, eyes staring up at you, watching for your reaction as you bit your lip and moaned. His hand stroked up your thigh, maintaining eye contact he pressed a finger into your heat making you gasp.
“No fair!” Towa pouted, groping your chest with one hand, his other hand slid a finger into you beside Lyca’s. They spread you open, both pumping in and out together.
Lyca pulled his finger out and released your nipple from his mouth. He pressed his finger between your lips. “You like tasting yourself on me don’t you?” He growled, caressing your tongue with his slick finger.
With a huff Towa removed his finger and clambered up onto the bed, sitting behind you. He nuzzled at your neck, licking and sucking, trailing kisses down the sensitive skin as you tilted your head to give him access to your throat. You could feel Towa’s erection pressing against your backside as he wrapped his arms around you, his thighs squeezing against your hips.
“Dandelion loves this don’t they?” Towa hummed as his fingers found your bud at the apex of your thighs. He gave just the right amount of pressure as he started to massage.
“Towa! Yes there.” You moaned.
Lyca knelt between your legs spreading your thighs wider. “They love it when I do this.” He ran the flat of his tongue over your entrance making you gasp. The tip of his tongue prodded between your folds working its way inside of you.
“Oh Lyca!” You cried as his sweet tongue invaded you.
Both men played with your body, Towa with his fingers, Lyca with his tongue, you trapped between them as the pleasure steadily ratcheted up inside of you. Lyca rubbed his cock against your leg as he devoured you, fucking you with his tongue, whining and panting with desire. Towa rubbed his cock against your ass, humming as he sucked bruises into your neck and shoulder as his fingers rubbed and stroked.
You reached around with one hand, grasping the back of Towa’s neck, the other reached forward, your fingers wrapped tightly in Lyca’s hair.
“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna…” you breathed in with a sharp cry as both men increased their pace and pressure. You let out a shriek of delight as your body shook.
Lyca gripped your thighs licking harder, Towa bit down on your shoulder, fingering you faster.
“Oh god! Oh god! Fuck yes!” You saw stars as you shook and shouted.
“Who made you come Dandelion?” Towa whispered in your ear, his fingers not relenting.
“Which of us did better?” Lyca looked up at you from between your legs, chin glistening with your cum as he worked his fingers back inside of you.
“I already came, you can stop.” You gasped clutching at both of them, trying to ground yourself as they pushed you farther.
“Not until Dandelion answers.” Towa said stubbornly, he pinched your swollen overstimulated clit rolling it between his fingers making you scream. Lyca’s fingers pumped in hard and deep, curling inside you, stroking your sweet spot, overwhelming you.
“You both…you both did a good job.” You moaned.
Both men shook their heads at that.
“Just gotta try harder then.” Lyca said roughly.
“I’ll make you pick me.” Towa said determined.
A second orgasm overwhelmed you as they relentlessly played your body with their fingers. You squirmed and bucked your hips as Lyca penetrated you and Towa stroked you.
“Who did better?”
“Yeah who?”
You shook your head deliriously clinging to both of them. “I can’t, can’t say.”
“Guess we gotta take turns fucking them next.” Lyca said his face serious.
Towa’s face lit up. “I wanna go first!” He pulled you back tighter against his chest, arms wrapping around you in a tight hug.
“No, I’m going first!” Lyca glared hands gripped your thighs he leaned forward with bared teeth.
You spotted a chance to give yourself a breather and have them put on a show for you.
“Contest! Sit across from each other.”
Both of them gripped you tighter, each glaring at the other neither wanting to be the first to let you go.
“If you don’t sit across from each other on the bed I’m going to get mad.” You said sternly.
Reluctantly they obeyed, releasing their possessive holds letting you breathe a sigh of relief.
The two men faced each other, both glaring skeptically.
“You’re going to touch each other for me.”
They both looked at you incredulously, opening their mouths to protest until they saw the look of excitement on your face. They would do anything to make your eyes light up like that.
“Like this Dandelion? Is this what you want to see?” Towa wrapped his hand around Lyca’s cock and started to pump.
“Hey no head starts!” Lyca grabbed Towa, squeezing and fondling the other man.
Your eyes were locked on your lovers competitively pleasuring each other. Lyca rubbed the head of Towa’s cock, pressing his thumb against the slit making Towa gasp. Towa squeezed Lyca’s cock pressing his thumb against the vein on the underside, making Lyca moan. Lyca’s tongue peeked out of the corner of his mouth, features fixed in concentration, while Towa’s face hid nothing of the pleasure he was feeling.
You could feel heat pooling between your legs as you watched them, foreheads beading with sweat, grunting as they tried to restrain their pleasure, each wanting the other to come first.
“Kiss for me.”
They press their lips together. Lyca’s dark head leaning into Towa’s light one.
“Tongue.” You demanded.
They both parted their lips, you can see their tongues slide against each other. Lyca bites down on Towa’s lower lip, making the other man cry out. Lyca seizes the opportunity to become the dominant kisser pressing his tongue more deeply into Towa’s mouth making Towa lean his head back and take his tongue.
Towa redoubled his efforts, pumping Lyca’s cock, digging the fingers of his free hand into the other man’s hair and tugging, making Lyca whine.
“Sit closer, push your cocks together.” When they obeyed, you took both of their cocks in your hands rubbing them both together.
“Dandelion.” Towa moaned as both men broke their kiss to come up for air.
“Mmm MC.” Lyca twitched his wolf ears happily as you handled their cocks.
“You’re both holding out, you both want to fuck me real bad don’t you?” You purred.
“Yes.” Lyca huffed.
“Please.” Towa mewled.
You swung your leg up over their laps, straddling yourself over the two throbbing dicks. You prodded your entrance with both heads, stretching yourself open to take both.
Both men seemed to hold their breath as you inched yourself down with agonizing slowness until finally both cocks were fully wedged inside you.
Lyca and Towa each took one of your hands squeezing them reassuringly as you caught your breath.
“Are you ok Dandelion?”
“Does it hurt?”
You let out a deep breath, “I’m ok.”
Both men leaned forward nuzzling into your neck. You squealed at the slight shift inside you. Lyca began to nibble, Towa began to suck, then they both ever so slightly began to rock their hips.
Pressed so close together it was hard for them to move, but even the slightest movement was sending sparks shooting through you. It was such a tight fit, you were so full. Both men planted their hands on your hips, slowly they lifted you together, their shafts dragging against your walls, then they pulled you back down, their heads slamming deep inside you. You tipped your head back, screaming out in ecstasy as they lifted you up and down, using your body to fuck themselves as they rubbed against each other inside of you.
“Yes, yes, yes!” You chanted as they slammed you up and down their cocks like you were a fleshlight.
You drenched their cocks with your arousal, making it easier and easier for them to fuck you harder and faster the wetter you got until you were mindlessly screaming obscenely.
“Fuck, both of you, you’re fucking me so good I can’t take it!” You start babbling wordlessly as the tension inside of you snapped sending waves of ecstasy through you. Towa and Lyca both leaned into you, holding you, squeezing you, clinging to your sweat slicked skin as you came around both of them and they came into you.
Everyone was breathing raggedly as they slowly eased you up and off of them before gently laying you down on the bed. You reached for both of them and they settled in to either side of you, both possessively clinging to your arms.
“Next time.” Towa panted. “Next time I’ll get them off faster than you.”
“Next time we’ll race properly.” Lyca agreed.
You just chuckle contentedly satisfied wrapped in a pile of sweaty limbs.
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