candi !

18. chinese. psychology and law student. she/her, polysexual. hong-kongese, born in australia !

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Sucks for you

Megumi x reader - fluff

Megumi has a favoritism towards you. And it’s becoming blatantly obvious.

Everyone was sitting down and eating dinner, Itadori and Kugisaki were fighting over.. uh.. probably something Gojo said. Maki was glaring at the two of them and you, Megumi, and Inumaki paid no mind to it, just eating your food.

Then, when reached over and grabbed something off of Megumi’s plate, which all he did was glance at your chopsticks before going back to eating.

That’s all it was.

10 seconds max.

“[Y/N] gets special privileges now?” Gojo says with a teasing grin.

So you look up at him and raise an eyebrow, “hm?”

Itadori chimes in, “hey! What the hell, Fushiguro, you almost broke my arm when I tried taking food from you!”

You looks over at Itadori, and you snicker, “Deadass?”

“Yeah!” Itadori squeaks, then he goes on a whole rant about it.

You just smirk, “that must suck for you” and you go back to eating.

To which Itadori decides to test his luck and do the same thing you did, thinking maybe it was just because Megumi was in a bad mood yesterday.

Wrong. Dead wrong.

“I’ll have Kuro rip your arm off.” Megumi says casually as if it were about the weather outside.

“SEE?!” Itadori looks over at you, shocked by what his best friend just said.

You look back at itadori, smirking, and you just shrug “sucks for you.” Then, out of pure spite, you take the exact thing itadori tried to take off of Megumi’s plate.

Megumi doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t even bat an eye this time.

To which itadori just gasps and says, “Fine! I guess you just hate me then!”

You just keep smirking as you eat your food.

Clearly, there’s a favorite.

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[jeansprettybaby]

size kink with toji 𓂃🪶

toji’s size is the first thing you notice, and the last thing you forget. he’s all hard lines and dense muscle, towering over you so completely that he has to duck through doorways. standing close to him feels like standing in the shadow of a mountain, and the first time his hand, big enough to wrap around your entire thigh, settled on your waist, you felt a jolt of pure, primal awareness straight to your core.

the contrast is what drives him wild. he loves using his size to make you feel small, but safe. he’ll come up behind you while you’re cooking, his chest pressing against your back, and just reach over your head to grab a spice jar you were stretching for. he won’t say a word, just hums, his breath stirring your hair, and the sheer ease of it, the way he handles you and the world around you without effort, makes your knees weak.

there’s a filthy thrill in the way he can manhandle you without even trying. one hand is all it takes to pin both of your wrists above your head against the mattress. his thighs are so thick and powerful they can keep your legs spread wide open with just the weight of one thrown over yours. he’ll look down at you, trapped and utterly at his mercy under his bulk, and the smirk he gives is pure sin. "where you think you’re goin’, sweetheart? ain’t no escape from me."

he’s obsessed with the visual. his big, calloused hands spanning your entire waist, his fingers almost touching when he holds you. the way your delicate jewelry looks wrapped around his thick wrist after he’s taken it off you. he loves holding your tiny ankles in one hand, spreading you open so he can see everything, watching himself disappear inside you, your small body struggling to take all of him. "fuck, look at that," he’ll grunt, voice dark with lust, "look how you stretch for me. made for this, ain’tcha?"

but for all his roughness, he has a surprisingly soft spot for cuddling. after he’s wrecked you, thoroughly and completely, the beast settles. he’ll pull your limp, boneless body against his chest, your back to his front, and he’ll envelop you entirely. one massive arm is a heavy, comforting weight around your waist, his big hand splayed possessively over your stomach. you feel tiny, but not fragile—protected. cherished. like a secret he keeps locked safe against his heart.

he finds ways to use his size for comfort, too. on the couch, he’ll slouch down and just tuck you into his side, your head fitting perfectly under his arm, your legs thrown over his massive thighs. he’ll use one hand to scroll on his phone, the other absently tracing patterns on your hip, and the sheer warmth and solidity of him is better than any blanket. he likes feeling you use him as your personal pillow, your heater, your fortress.

he whispers the filthiest things in that low, gravelly voice of his, things that should be degrading but just make you burn for him. "gonna fold you up like a little pretzel, keep you just like this," or "my pretty little thing, takin’ all this dick so good." but then, in the same breath, after he’s made you come apart, he’ll nuzzle his face into your hair, his voice going soft and sleep-slurred. "my good girl. my perfect, tiny girl. s’all mine."

and in the morning, when he’s still half-asleep, that’s when he’s softest. he’ll curl his big body around yours, seeking your warmth, and bury his face in your neck. his arms will hold you so tight it’s almost constricting, but it’s just his way of making sure you’re still there. you’ll feel him press a sleepy, open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder, a silent, possessive claim, and you’ll know that for all his terrifying size and strength, he’s the one who’s utterly wrapped around your little finger.

@jeansprettybaby

[kkebab]

WRONG BROTHER !!

you and yuji have been friends forever, nothing could ruin your friendship… besides his hot ass older brother who you mistook for him

12 : COOL !!

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you ordered the porridge like yuji said and now you were both sitting on the living room’s sofa, him choosing a random film to watch while you waited for the food to arrive, and ofc he chose something extremely cringe only he could find on netflix

your body jumped when you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder and that deep voice “what you watching?” he said, he was standing behind the couch one hand on your shoulder and one on yuji’s

“idk, film about this girl that likes his bestfriend’s brother” yuji explained as he looked at his brother but you didn’t dare making eyecontact with sukuna after what happened “sounds fun” he said as he walked around the couch sitting right between you and yuji that were all cuddled up making you separate

you awkwardly looked away as he sat besides you, like he owned the house but he actually did, he even covered himself with the blanket you and yuji were sharing

“we ordered porridge, you wanted some?” yuji asked as he kept watching the show almost annoyed “nah im good, i didn’t drink much unlike you two” he said while sneaking a hand under the blanket and placing it on your thigh

that’s when you looked at him but he completely ignored you, you moved away a little hoping he would get the hint but he just started caressing your leg

“how long have yall been together?” he asked, you looked at yuji, he looked at you, you didn’t discuss this ahead “7 months” “almost a year” you both said at the same time “7 months that’s basically almost a year” yuji repeated

“so you’re serious?” sukuna asked again, his word expressing interest but his hand just slid in your inner thigh and started caressing you, still not even looking your direction “yeah, we’re like two bestfriends that decided to be together” yuji said innocently but you gave him a warning look making him shut up

“to be honest i always though you were into guys” sukuna said out of the blue and you could read panic off yuji’s eyes “uhh- no i would never, i mean nothing wrong with that but still-“ yuji blurted out, almost making you laugh

“nah nothings wrong with that- i’d say most of my friends are gay” sukuna said, referring probably to gojo and geto, you looked at yuji that looked petrified when he should be happy his brother wasn’t a jerk like he thought

“cool” he just said, as he put his attention back to the film “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree” sukuna said after a couple minutes “what do you mean?” yuji asked “you got your taste from me i’d say” he confessed, looking at you slightly

his hand caressing your inner thigh under the blanket while looking at his younger brother, this was so wrong, did he really think you were yuji’s girlfriend? he seemed like he already got it all figured out but you couldn’t really tell

“i guess” yuji said as he just kept looking at the film, his mind definitely elsewhere after what sukuna said before- so he wasn’t paying attention to you at all

sukuna turned his head to you now, giving you a smug smirk before turning his head back towards the screen before his hand gently slid on your sensitive spot, cupping it through the cloth of your shorts

he started moving his hand- “ding dong” you sprinted up, walking towards the door, hoping someone was on the other side and you just didn’t hallucinate that sound from the panic

“you’re that hungry?” yuji asked as he saw you sprint to the door “she must be starving” sukuna replied, definitely not talking about your hunger for food- you came back with the food and now you were sitting besides yuji while eating, as far as you could from sukuna

sukuna looked at you and chuckled before getting up and putting his jacket on “be right back” he said before closing the door behind him

as soon as he stepped out you started freaking out with yuji “yo he’s not a dick” you said shaking yuji’s body “i knoww” he replied enthusiastic “we could’ve figured that out ourself tho..” you said after

“so we can drop the act or what?” you asked, thinking everything was fine now but he still looked scared “what if he’s like ‘yeah it’s fine as long as it’s not my brother’” you rolled your eyes

“no but like- what if he wants nephews or shit like that? he would be disappointed i don’t keep the family going” yuji continued after you rolled your eyes at him “i’m sure that he won’t have problems continuing your bloodline, girls throw themselves at him- and you can adopt, or like do that surrogate mother thing, i can be your surrogate mother” you explained

“i don’t know- it will be weird telling him now” yuji said “yeah because you just acted like a jerk when he started talking about gay stuff- and to be honest… i think he already knows” you said, thinking about how he started asking questions but mostly because of how the way he acted with you, if he really thought you and yuki were actually together you hoped he wouldn’t act like this with you

“what makes you think that?” yuji asked after a long sigh “do i have to be honest?” you asked, hesitant “duh?” yuji replied “he’s kinda, touchy? flirty?… with me” you said, your body language yelling how unsure you were on telling this to yuji as you backed away from him slightly

“-and i’ve been pushing him away, i swear, i do everything to stay away from him but he just- find a way?” you said, trying to not make things worse, he sighed loudly and you just looked at him like a beaten dog

“just- stay away from him… until we got this thing going on” yuji said, believing you, but still not wanting you to ruin his plan- and what he said almost seemed like a permission to date his brother once the whole act was over

you silently cheered from that “permission” he gave you but you just nodded silently with a sorry face- you then kept watching that shitty film on the tv while eating that shitty porridge you ordered

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yoooo i’m back, sorry for the wait, i’ll be more consistent from now on, things will get more interesting from now on so be alert we’re getting to my favourite part and hopefully yours too

so sorry again for the “hiatus” i’ve locked in at the gym and been doing a crazy rewatch of random things from yaoi to marvel so yeah, i’m not neglecting y’all i promise

thank you for the support and i love ya

btw idk if “beaten dog” makes sense in english but in italian it would be “cane bastonato” that basically means a dog that has been hit, not in a bad way, like someone acting all sad and guilty, its used ironically normally so idk

italian 101 by me

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[minayans]

Life without Toji.

Toji Fushiguro x seamstress!reader. Angstwithnocomfortangstwithnocomfort. Grieving the love of your life, au where Toji is still a sorcerer killer but has a wife and only Megumi. Mentions of suicide. If you are waiting for the drafts i asked about in a poll please read the end note.

What happens when the person who was the stitches in your life, holding everything together … is no longer?

You’ve lived in the confines of studios with rows and rows of sewing machines.

Learnt how to rearrange silk and press materials into place so a stable base is built.

Stitched pieces that don’t mesh and stick together till they had no choice but to comply under your diligent needles.

Assumed that life would somehow be that way too when you met Toji.

You bet that his habits and debts wouldn’t be strong enough to break your ties.

That his job wouldn’t be the pair of scissors who would rip apart the life you’d carefully threaded into existence with him.

It was always living on the edge with Toji.

One month he’d be all yours, then another, and another.

For a second, you’d allow yourself to think he was always yours.

Not in the sense that there is or was ever another woman.

But in the way that implies he has nowhere else to be but in your arms.

Then the fourth knock on the door would come and he’d vanish before your eyes could snap open.

Disappear for weeks and weeks, for months and months with no contact. No sign of life. No “Hey, I’m alive.”

You couldn’t see the difference between the days you spent when you were still single and the days where he was gone as your boyfriend.

The wedding came as a tether.

He spat out once, half drunk and half frustrated from something you can barely remember now, that he wanted to marry you before things went sideways.

That he wanted this with you.

A house somewhere far away from the city.

A little kid in his arms.

A growing number of baby cribs.

Pool in the backyard and you on his side.

You were stupid enough to sign the licence and believe he’d be there.

Grief comes in different shapes and sizes.

At different times.

When you least expect it after you thought you've healed.

Healing is no lineal process.

It’s loud at first.

Then quiet.

It hurts more when it’s silently simmering under your skin.

What you don't share to the world eats you inside as you stare at the ceiling, alarm blaring with the numbers 6:00 A.M. shining in the dark.

Making you really wonder: "Can you really do this?"

"Can you really continue living?"

Not necessarily for yourself.

But for the tiny boy snugly tucked away in his bed one bedroom down the hall.

"Can you continue living for your son?"

Megumi doesn't understand, probably, that his father isn't coming back.

At least that's what you tell yourself so it doesn't make you want to throw up every time you think about your now-fatherless child.

But deep down, you know your son—who is now 7—knows that his father is gone.

You kick your feet off your bed and slowly lift your drained body.

A hungry rumble comes to your stomach which you pay no mind to.

Toji used to cook in the morning.

Now, you don't bother to cook at all if it's not for Megumi.

With dreadful steps, you reach your son's slightly ajar door and gently push it fully open, careful to not wake him just yet.

And from the doorway you watch him.

Watch his chest rise and fall, his puffy cheeks, the small streak of drool running down his face.

You watch him be safe and sound the way you always want him to be.

But your mind is on when he was 4, and was scared to sleep in his bed.

So he'd retreat to your room where he'd wake up his dad who was clung onto you like a koala, pry his groggy state with difficulty away from you, and crawl over him.

Then morning would come like it always did, and you'd wake up to Megumi's tiny figure sleeping on his dad's chest. Listening to his heartbeat. Legs spread over his father's broad chest, head on his pecks.

And Toji would unconsciously place a hand over his small back to steady him.

Your throat grows tight from the thorns growing in them, an uncomfortable pinch making it hard to breathe as you swallow the tears you wish to let out.

Instead, you move.

Draw close to Megumi's bed.

Caress the small spine he has, the warmth of your hand seeping through his pajamas and making him shift.

It's not the same.

Your touch isn't the heavy and secure one his father offered once.

But you can only wish it's enough for your angel.

He stirrs awake.

Dark green orbs peeking out from under his lashes.

Every single moment since Toji has been gone is so hard.

Your chest hurts so much when you look at Megumi's eyes and see his father's reflections.

You're the ash he's been reduced to.

You're nothing without him.

Dispersing in the wind, vanishing little by little.

Megumi is eating breakfast in silence twenty minutes later. Jam with toast.

He likes it.

Even when it's not as good as before.

Food tastes dull lately.

And he doesn't really know why.

He's too young to understand he's also subconsciously mourning someone that was so distant from him in the last years of his life.

Your family wasn't ever perfect.

Toji was always soul tied to that job.

That job.

The one that eventually killed him.

Left everything he's ever touched in ruins.

It left you in the remains of the fire with nothing salvageable.

The scene of you finding out he's gone replays at a pointed hour—one when the moon has been painted up high in the canvas that the darkened sky is, when the cicadas are buzzing with life and when the thoughts in your head clash together too aggressively.

It was just a phone call.

Just two words.

“He’s gone.”

With a marked end.

And no future.

Not for Toji.

Not for you.

Not for Megumi.

Megumi came early. Too early in your plans.

The marriage certificate was only four months old when you started growing him without a single clue of it.

And you were barely settled into the life of raising a newborn when the jobs started coming back. When the money became tight again.

And when the strings around your neck grew stronger, thicker. Heavier.

You’ve begged Toji for him to stop.

At 7 months pregnant, tears running down your face. Your chest so tightly drawn that it hurt to breathe and it burned to gasp for air.

You begged: “ ‘ji. Please don’t go. Please don’t do it. Please please please. I’m begging you, please don’t go. For us. I can’t do this without you.”

Hiccups swallowing half of the words you tried to say.

But you cried.

And he stayed that time.

Dropped his hand from the doorknob. Let the clock run past 2 A.M., and stayed in bed instead of crawling through eerie tunnels that night.

Grief slams against your skull without remorse when the everlasting headache that comes with losing someone you love lessens loses a spark of severity.

It hits when you’re trying to open a new jar but can’t.

If not being able to pick it up from the top cabinet where he’d left it just to annoy you three months ago wasn’t painful enough.

It hurt twice as much not being able to yell at him for shutting it closed so strongly.

Knowing he probably did it so you would call him and make him be useful.

But there’s no six foot something man in the house now.

There is nobody to help you.

Now, you can only swallow the sorrow and push your weak bones to walk.

Megumi needs to be dropped off at kindergarten , and maybe then you can go back to your thoughts.

He needs you.

Dropping your son off at the daycare has become a task you’ve grown to hate with all of you ever since Toji has left.

The other mothers used to whisper about your late husband, about you being a widow now and your now-fatherless son.

But the gossips have stopped. The pitiful looks have ceased.

And somehow that hurts more.

Because they are moving on from it all.

From your family.

From Toji.

And you can’t move on from Toji—you don’t want to.

You want to live in the past where he’d hold Megumi on his shoulder while you spread a refreshing green face mask on his face without a single complaint coming from him.

In the days where he would accidentally crush you under his body weight when you first moved in together.

In the day Megumi was born—so small, so delicate, so him.

The comments stopping is a relief, but a curse at the same time.

Because it reminds you that time is moving.

That it’s already been a few months without him, that you’ve been living without Toji one day after the other.

You kneel so Megumi could place a small kiss to your cheek, he does and waves once before leaving quietly—little legs carrying him past the entrance of the colorful school.

If Toji were still here, Megumi wouldn’t be leaving with such a sad look on his face. His father would be shouting from where you stand something along the lines of “don’t get into fights!” as if your son could even fight.

But he’s not here.

So you stay quiet.

From the corner of your eye, you see an ex-coworker of yours draw close.

“Hey.” She greets, a tight smile on her face.

You see her husband behind her sending off their daughter.

“Hi.” You return.

“How are you doing?”

Ah, that question.

Terrible.

Terrible, you want to say.

That you feel like throwing up every second of the day, or ripping every neuron in your mind apart so you don’t remember your lover is gone.

“Better, I guess.” You lie through your teeth.

She offers a small, “empathetic” but mostly pitiful smile—one you’ve seen one too many times by now.

And you stand there just watching her. Because she doesn’t understand you and she never will.

She doesn’t understand the life you lived with Toji—the struggles, the ache and the pain, but the love was what mattered in the end—because she doesn’t know what it’s like to live paycheck to paycheck, beg your husband to not die on you and your son.

So she just acts like she cares about you the rare times you actually cross paths.

Her husband has given her everything—yet it will never be in the same way Toji has given you his everything.

His love, his passion and heart—and in the end, his life too.

For you and Megumi.

Just so you would never have to work another day.

Clouds overtake the sky by the time you reach the cemetery.

It smells of damp grass, faint smoke lingering in the air and humid days.

Your heels dig into the wet mud and stain the white leather.

And he’s tucked away in the rear back of the place because you know he’d like the peace.

How do you grieve the love of your life?

How do you wake up every morning and not die inside when you feel the mattress even—without a dip from his heavy body by your side—or when you don’t feel his muscular arm around you, keeping you safe?

Who do you tell when something nice happens?

Where do you look for him when you find something you know he’d like?

Who is going to love you day and night?

How are you supposed to take care of what’s left of him in your son when your heart hurts so much?

How do you grieve your person?

How do you sow your life together when there are no more strings for you to heal with?

You will never know.

But you know you will never close the hole in your chest.

Megumi barely makes it to 16 when his mom kills herself.

And somehow, it doesn’t hurt him at much as he thought it would.

Because now he knows she’s finally living.

Because the last 9 years of raising him was just time on a clock she was waiting to run out so she would be reunited with his father.

Because the last 9 years he had looked into her eyes and found nothing but a dull and cloudy vastness that consumed her inside out.

Because 9 years ago the light in his mother died.

So he can only stare at their two names engraved together and let a small smile grace his tear-stained face.

Because they’re both fine.

I've been gone lately because tumblr doesn't save my shit and offers no help, I've lost the og draft for this one shot hence the overdue repost and my long ass scarjo draft and it kills my motivation, please bear with me I hope I'll be back soon. —> the usual?

[sweethearticism]

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ── 𝓖.SATORU

𝒇𝒕. nurse!reader

♡.. the 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓'𝐒 favourite pass-time after a gruelling miission? medical malpractice with his shy slutty nurse!

𝓒w. f. reader ⋮ smut ⋮ public sex ⋮ dirty-talk ⋮ panty fetish ⋮ humping ⋮ clit play ⋮ thigh fucking ⋮ size difference ⋮ slight asphyxiation ⋮ spanking

𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻'𝑺 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑺𝑬 than fucking your nurse fresh off of a mission?

… Uh. Not fucking your nurse?

In Satoru's defence, this was your fault. With those soft hands, those concerned eyes. And if you both really boiled it down to technicalities— who was the one who spotted the lil' tent in his pants?

That's right. Little Miss Pink Panties.

"Fuck these are cute." A sly finger coiled around the waistband, snapping it back into your angel skin.

Your stiffled whine was cuter. But what took the cake were your shaky knees.

You're pressed to the white infirmary wall. Pale uniform dress hiking with his large, mischievous hand feeling up your ass. Thumbing on the cleft.

"Satoru you're injured."

"And you're so wet."

He emphasised your squeak with a firm grind of his hips. Nursing the tent in his black pants.

Six eyes never lied, and right now? Your body was confessing all her nasty desires.

"Don't think I miss those damp thighs, sweetheart. Making a pretty mess for me, eh?"

The hand snakes around you, two fingers tracing your panties. Dancing right above your clit. His towering body flushed into yours. Wrapping you in his warmth, his scent, the all-consuming prowess of the Strongest's cursed energy.

Impatience urged him to unbuckle his belt. Using his other hand to nudge his already-leaking cock from his boxers, he occupied his fingers with the hot throbs of your clit.

Oh. Now that was a cute sound.

Satoru's blues dilated behind his blindfold. Wounds long forgotten. Lost in the sight of your pretty ass swaying back into him.

His digits stroked down. Tracing the outline of your swollen cunt. "Heh. Look at you. Takin' advantage of the injured?"

"You—" your indignant gasp widened his grin. "You started this!"

"Actually, these pretty panties did…" toying with the edge, he hummed. "After all, you were the one who bent over."

You huffed. He felt it against his chest.

"Pervert."

"Yeah?"

Cunning teeth traced your ear. Grinning into its warm fluster.

"Your the one twitching that cute lil' clit."

Fingers pinched. Tugging on the bud.

He used your jolt to his advantage. Timing the momentum to easily slip his cock between your thighs. The smooth glide over his pulsing veins scraped a hiss from the back of his throat.

Warm. Wet. Seeping into him and melting his mind to mush. Fuck. And he's the sinner here?

Your palms flattened on the wall. He watched your nails dig into it. Clawing as he found the perfect pace for a slow, nasty grind. Squishing your ass into his powerful hips and smearing your panties in slick.

Lace formed the perfect friction. Combined with your wetness to stir him into a slow rock. Cock sliding in-and-out, in-and-out. Gliding through the velvet of your thighs.

Hands wandered. One cupped your breast, thumbed on your perking nipple through that white dress that now looked too tight.

It was amusing, watching you try to decide whether to push into his palm on arch back into his dick.

"Getting desperate for it eh? What a slutty nurse we got here." Satoru's laugh was infuriatingly handsome. Deep, rich and dripping with sin as he dropped a hand to your panties, slipped them to the side.

His cock tucked into the fabric, heavy and throbbing into your swollen flesh. A ragged breath fanned above your scalp. Emphasising your drastic size difference.

"Fuck."

Dark shoes nudged under your heels, pushing you further onto your tippy toes. Squishing you flushed into him. Into the heat of his swollen cock ground eagerly between your thighs. "Mm. Think you're doing an amazing job. Can't feel a fucking thing other than this pretty pussy."

A sharp spank clapped through the quiet room. Joined by his hushed grunts and your whined moans. Each time he drove forward, your pelvis pressed further into the wall. Effectively trapping you between a literal rock and hard place. The cold chill of the sterile white— and the all-consuming heat pouring from his strong body.

Pulsing to the beat of your clit, Satoru's dick slotted between your folds. Rolling over the bud and stringing a sticky mess all over. Some gooped down your thighs. Dripped to the floor in a filthy puddle. .

When your moans stuttered louder, a hand slapped over your mouth. Suffocating you on his infuriatingly soft palm as he shoved the back of your head into his chest. Urging the perfect arch for his hips to smack just right against your ass.

Plap.

Plap.

Plap!

"Sshhh baby. This pussy's gonna send you to HR. That what you want?" His breath husked your ear. Cock strokes maddening to your spasming nerves.

"Medical malpractice with the Strongest? Oh imagine the gossip."

"Toru— hngh."

"Oh? That excite you?"

Another spank! His hand squeezed against your pitiful moan. Muffling your sweet calls of his name. Dancing that tender line of asphyxiation. All the better for him. He wanted you dizzy. Cross-eyed. Focused on nothing but his thick cock fucking your pretty thighs.

Panties smeared and messy, webbed in pre and your slippery pussy. Making his grinds all the nastier. "In that what're we waiting for?"

He husked, dragging his tip to your leaky slit. A thumb slipped down to spread it open, trickle your slick.

His voice rumbled. Drawling to your ear in that spine-shivering whisper.

"Maybe I should bully this sweet cunt here and now. Consider it…"

Big hands squished your thighs tight as he drove between your them. Amping the pressure into a dizzying sensation of his cock meshing on your trembling clit. All while you hiccuped and scrambled. Pressed to the wall and used by the Honoured One.

He chewed on your earlobe. Antagonising a shaky orgasm right out of you. And while your legs trembled and you croaked out his name, he cooed.

"Vital for my wellbeing. Now— pull those panties to the side for me."

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✮ sugardaddy! nanami *pwp

sugardaddy! nanami saw you for the very first time at a tiny coffee shop across from his office. he usually went to much fancier places, but by ten at night they were all closed, and he desperately needed coffee. he walked in while talking to someone on the phone, looking exhausted, irritated, and completely worn out after a long week.

when you looked up from what you were doing, he froze. there you were — a cute young girl in a brown apron, carefully wiping down the espresso machine, looking just as drained after a long shift. you looked at him with a soft, apologetic smile, your eyes still bright. “hey! i’m so sorry, but we were already getting ready to close.”

he looked you over for a long moment, then let out a tired sigh, ended the call, and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers, his eyes falling shut for a second. “it’s alright. i’m sorry, i should’ve realized,” he said, already turning to leave.

but then you noticed just how exhausted he looked. something about the sheer fatigue on his face made you change your mind. “wait… how could i forget? we actually have a special today. for tall blond men with scary-looking faces, we stay open an extra hour.” he paused, taking a second to process what you just said. then the corners of his lips lifted into a rare, genuine smile.

that night he left you a $100 tip.

sugardaddy! nanami started coming by every single evening after that. the tips he left were so ridiculously generous that sometimes they covered what you made over several shifts. it didn’t take a genius to figure out you were running yourself into the ground, juggling exhausting shifts and college just to barely make ends meet.

one night, when he set another huge stack of cash on the counter, you couldn’t take it anymore and gently asked him to stop spending so much money on you. he just smiled faintly, reached over to gently ruffle your hair, and quietly told you not to worry about it.

sugardaddy! nanami smiled every time he found a different little drawing on his coffee cup. sometimes it was a cute animal, sometimes it was a goofy smiley face, and every morning he caught himself looking forward to seeing what you’d drawn for him this time.

but one friday, everything changed. he left the office later than usual and spotted you walking home in the middle of pouring rain. he pulled over immediately, got out of the car, and stopped in front of you. the second he saw your teary cheeks and your red, puffy eyes, he offered to drive you home.

at first, you shook your head in panic. “i don't want to ruin your car. really, i am fine.” he just shook his head without a word and told you he wasn’t going anywhere until you got in.

the entire drive, he didn’t ask any unnecessary questions, but every now and then you caught the worried, gentle glances he kept stealing your way. when the car came to a stop in front of the house next door (you weren’t that stupid to give a stranger your real address, after all) he turned off the engine.

turning to face you, he gently brushed the back of his hand across your cheek, then held out one of his business cards. “if you need help — and you do — call me. i am always available.”

sugardaddy! nanami invited you to one of those quiet, expensive restaurants with a panoramic view of the city lights after you finally called him after another exhausting shift and another fight with your boss. he watched you as you looked through the menu and told you to order whatever you wanted without thinking twice.

when dessert came and the stress from the long day finally faded, he gave you a warm smile. nanami gently covered your hand with his big, warm one and quietly said he genuinely wanted to help you however he could, so you never had to put yourself through endless night shifts and constant exhaustion again.

when you asked if he did this kind of thing often, he just chuckled softly and shook his head. “i actually heard about this from a friend not that long ago,” he said. “and i immediately thought of you.”

sugardaddy! nanami paid off your entire tuition first and paid your rent a year in advance. he even got your rental guy's number himself and firmly told to call only him about anything related to money and never bother you about it again.

when you, completely shocked and unbelievably flustered, rushed over to him, wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders, and asked in a trembling voice why he did all of this so far in advance, nanami gently hugged you back and said that he just wants to make sure you don’t have to work yourself to death again for a while if you end up not liking this kind of relationship and decide you don’t want to see him anymore.

sugardaddy! nanami chose LA for your first trip together — he had an important business meeting there, and he was determined to take you with him.

he didn’t leave your side for a single second the entire evening. his hand rested firmly and possessively on your waist, and he proudly introduced you to his business partners as his girl. nanami caught every glance you gave him, and the moment you started to get tired of the small talk and polite smiles, he gently pulled you closer, softly rubbing your side with his thumb and whispering praise into your ear. “you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”

sugardaddy! nanami set one clear rule from day one: he was never going to pressure you or push you into anything sexual.

he set all of this up purely for your comfort and your studies, and he never expected any kind of “payment” in return. and even though you felt grateful for it at first, now you practically went crazy because of how badly you wanted him.

he was handsome, tall, rich, and built — who could blame you?

so you tried to tease him, but he just laughed and shook his head saying you don’t owe him anything.

sugardaddy! nanami finally gave in when you practically climbed into his lap in the car. he reclined the driver’s seat and folded his arms behind his head, watching as you practically rubbed yourself against his thick thigh. “you couldn’t sit still all night. did my pretty girl need something?”

you bit your lip and shyly shook your head. “yeah?” his thumb traced a slow circle over your hip. “you sure?” he shifted his leg beneath you — just a little — and your hips instinctively rolled forward. you froze, your face burned with embarrassment, but he was already smiling.

“that’s what i thought.” he moved again, this time on purpose, lifting his thigh so your weight pressed your clothed pussy harder against it. you let out a sharp, helpless gasp and grabbed onto his shoulder.

“use your words, baby.” “…n-ngh… i need…” “you need what?”

he moved his leg again, slow and cruel, the muscles in his thigh rubbing against your clothed pussy. your head fell back. your hips started moving on their own, riding his thigh in search of more friction. “there she is. there’s my needy girl. fuck, wanted this for so long.”

his hand on your thigh held you there, letting you fuck yourself against him at your own pace. the seam of his pants rubbed against your clit through your soaked panties with every roll of your hips. “ah-ah!… daddy… mm-ngh!…”

“that's it, baby. look at you, getting yourself off on my leg like a desperate little thing. you're soaking through my pants.” “mmnnnh! can't help it —” “i know you can't, pretty girl. I know. you get so wet just from my leg, hm? what's gonna happen when my cock's inside you? when I'm splitting you open?”

your hips stopped moving. your moan caught in your throat. “yeah, that got your attention, didn't it? fuck, you're rubbing yourself so fast now. you gonna come for daddy? gonna leave a pretty wet spot on my pants so everyone knows you were here?”

“y-yes! yes, daddy... ah! — i'm gonna! —” “come on, baby. cum on my thigh like a good girl.”

you shatter with a cry, grinding down hard, your whole body trembling against him as your orgasm floods through you. the wet spot spreads dark and hot against his trousers. he rubs your back through it, murmuring. “such a good girl. take your panties off. leave them in the back.”

sugardaddy! nanami had you settled on his lap in the back of a private jet. legs spread wide over his thighs, your back against his chest. his suit jacket is discarded somewhere, his shirt is open, sleeves rolled up. and his fingers are inside you.

“look at you,” he said. “so wet. so ready. and i haven’t even really touched you yet.” his fingers found you — thick, long, two of them slipped inside without warning. you choked on a moan, your hips jerked.

“shh. i know. i know, baby. just take it.” they barely fit. you felt every knuckle, every inch of the stretch. he curls his fingers, hits that spot — the one you can never reach on your own — and your hips buck. nanami laughs softly, kissing your neck, open-mouthed and wet. “there she is. there's that spot. you like when I hit it, don't you?”

“y-yes... mmnh! — yes, daddy! ha-ah… it’s too much…” “you can take it. you were made to take it. look at that sweet little pussy swallowing my fingers like it’s starving.”

he fucked you with his hand, his thumb pressed hard against your clit, and you were already close — oversensitive from his fingers, from his words, from the way he looked at you like he wanted to devour you. “cum on my fingers, pretty girl. cum so i can smell you on my hand all fucking week.”

you did — you came with a broken cry, your walls clenched around his fingers, your slick ran down his wrist. he didn’t stop. he worked you through your orgasm until you could barely breathe, then pulled his fingers free and brought them to his lips.

he unbuckled his belt before you even managed to realise. “now,” he said as he dragged the head of his cock through your wet folds, “let’s give you what you really need.”

he pushed in — one long, heavy inch at a time — and you felt every ridge, every thick vein, every unbearable stretch as he filled you. your lips parted. your nails dug into his shoulders. “nn-ngh… you’re too big…”

“shh. you can take it. you can take all of me. i’m going to split this tight little pussy open, and you’re going to love every second of it.” he buried himself all the way to the hilt, balls deep, and stayed still, let you get used to the weight of him inside you.

“is this what my princess wanted? for me to split her sweet little pussy open?” “y-yes… ha-ah… yes, daddy!…”

“yeah? you wanted daddy to fuck you stupid in the back of his jet?” “yes! ah! yes! —”

he started moving — deep, hard thrusts shook the whole cabin, his hips slapped against you, his heavy balls smacked against your ass with every thrust. “look at you. look at this sweet little thing taking my cock. this is what you were made for, isn’t it? made for daddy to use.”

“yours… nn-ngh… i’m yours…” “that’s right. every inch of you. this pretty pussy. this mouth. all mine.”

he fucked you until you couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything except cling to him and take it. and when you came again with a cry, your whole body trembling — he came with you, buried deep inside, spilling hot and thick. “my perfect, perfect girl.”

sugardaddy! nanami fucked you in every corner of his house as soon as you moved in with him. in the kitchen — bent over the marble island, your palms pressed against the cold stone, his body flush against your back. “taking my cock on the same counter i made you breakfast on this morning.”

next came the dining table — your legs thrown over his shoulders, your back pressed against the polished wood. on the couch — over the armrest, face-down, on your side, in every position he could think of.

but the way he fucked you while holding you up was his favorite.

he lifted you, your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms locked around his neck. he held you by your thighs, walked with you, fucked you with every step. your back hit the wall, then the doorframe, then nothing at all as he carried you down the hallway. every movement pushed his cock even deeper inside you, and there was nothing you could do except hold on.

“nn-ngh! … ha-ah… i’m gonna fall…” “i’ve got you, baby. i’m never gonna let you fall. just hold onto me.”

he kissed you deeply while he fucked you standing up, his tongue in your mouth, his hands on your ass, spreading you apart for every thrust of his cock. he took your nipples into his mouth while you hung onto him, your weight meant nothing to him, your whole body pressed tightly against his.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured against your chest. “wrapped around me. taking everything i give you.”

“… i can’t… i can’t anymore…” “yes, you can. one more time for me, my pretty baby. one more, and i’ll fill you up.”

sugardaddy! nanami went on a business trip to monaco, but couldn’t go a single day without seeing you. “move your phone lower,” he said, his voice dropping. “spread your legs. let me look at you.”

you did as he said and lowered your phone, right to the place that wanted him most. “there she is. there’s my pretty girl’s pussy. mm-ngh… i miss you so fucking much.”

he was already hard — you could see the bulge straining against his dress pants. he unbuckled his belt, pulled his cock free, and wrapped his hand around it. “show me how much you missed me. touch yourself. let me watch.”

you lowered your hand to your stomach, your fingers found your clit. you were already wet. you rubbed slow circles over it, and he watched, his hand moving in time with yours. “faster, baby. the way i do it. use two fingers.”

you obeyed, moaning his name. “that’s my good girl. now tell me. tell me how badly you want me inside you.” “i want you inside me, daddy… nn-ngh… i want you…” “say it, baby.”

“i want your cock… ha-ah!… i want it so bad… i miss your fingers… i miss your mouth…” “fuck… keep going, baby. tell me more.”

“i miss the way you stretched me… mm-ngh… i miss the way you filled me all the way… i miss… ah!… i miss your tongue…”

his hand moved faster, his breathing turned heavy, his cock flushed and hard as he watched you fall apart on camera. “you’re so pretty like this. spreading yourself for me on a facetime. such a dirty little girl, huh?”

“yes… ha-ah… yes… only for you…” “that’s right. only for me. cum for me, baby. let me watch that little swollen clit.”

you did — your body arched over the bed, a cry tore from your lips, his name fell from your mouth. he let out a low, throaty moan as he watched you. “fuckfuck, you’re not leaving that room when i get home. i’m gonna fuck you for days. you understand?”

more! art from @ kyaao.o on IG

i wrote something similar with different character before but my dada fits better ig

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✮ SEX EDUCATION: where your hot professor teaches you how to cum!

⋆ LESSON 1: GUIDANCE ON HOW TO TOUCH YOURSELF

you're on his lap, your back is pressed against his chest, your legs draped over his. "wider, baby." you spread, your skirt is bunched around your waist. your soaked panties are already on his desk. he made you take them off the moment you walked in, holding them up to the light and tsking at the wet spot.

"there," he says, satisfied. "now i can see everything." his hands grip the soft skin behind your knees and push your legs even further apart. you're completely open, completely exposed, your bare pussy on full display, glistening in the lamplight. you can feel the wetness pooling beneath you, soaking into his trousers, into his chair. "fuck, look at you. you're already dripping, good girl." you whimper and try to close your legs, but his grip tightens. "ah-ah. keep them open. this is a lesson, remember? you need to watch. you need to learn."

you force yourself to stay still, your pussy throbbing under his gaze. "touch yourself." you hesitate. your hand hovers over your own body, trembling. "i said touch yourself, baby. two fingers. start with your folds. feel how wet my good girl is." your hand moves. your fingers slide through your wetness, and the sensation makes you gasp. you're so wet that your fingers glide effortlessly, your own arousal coating them. "that's it. feel how wet you are? you've been thinking about it, haven't you, baby?" "yes," you whisper. "every night?" "yes, professor." "tell me what you did." "i—" your fingers are moving in slow circles around your clit now, and it's hard to think. "i touched myself. in bed. thinking about you." "good girl. show me how."

your middle finger sliding down to circle your entrance, then back up to your clit. "mmnh..." your hips buck against your own hand. "faster, baby."

you speed up. the wet sounds fill the room, your head falls back against his shoulder, and you feel his breath against your ear. "now two fingers inside, good girl. fill that pretty pussy for me." you slide them in, and the stretch makes you gasp. your walls clench around your own fingers, but it's not enough. it's never enough. you can feel how tight you are, how desperate. "that's it. fuck yourself on your fingers. imagine it's my cock, baby. imagine it's me splitting you open." "ah— ah— hnnggh! professor—" "look at you," he murmurs. "so desperate. such a good student, fucking herself on her own fingers. you'd take my cock just like that, wouldn't you? all desperate and whimpering." "yes! yes!" you're fucking yourself faster now, your hips lifting to meet your own hand. "that's my good girl, play with your clit now. use your thumb. circle it." your thumb finds your clit, and the it makes you cry out. you're so sensitive, so swollen, every touch sending sparks through your body.

"ah—hah! professor! i'm— i'm close—" "good. cum for me, baby. cum on your fingers like the good pretty girl you are." but something stops you, you're right there, teetering on the edge. your fingers pump desperately, your thumb rubs frantically, but you just can't. "i— i can't— nnghhh! " your voice breaks. "i can't without you, professor. please. please, i need your fingers. i need you."

his grip on your legs tightens so hard it might bruise. you can feel how hard he is against your lower back, his cock pressing into your spine. "if i touch you, baby, it's no longer for education. do you understand that? if i put my fingers inside this tight little pussy, it's because i want to. not because i'm teaching you. do you really want that?" "yes," you sob. "yes, i want that. i don't care. please! i don't care about the lesson... hah! i just want you—"

"say it again." "i want you to touch me. i want your fingers inside me. please, professor, please— i need you—" "that's all i needed to hear, babygirl." his fingers slide into you over yours. two of them — thick, massive. he pushes past your fingers, deeper, and the stretch is blinding. you scream, but his other hand clamps over your mouth, muffling it.

"shh, shh," he breathes in your ear, but he doesn't stop. his fingers move inside you with yours, fucking you open. "take it. take it all, baby." "mmmnnnghh! hir— nnnghh!" "that's it. feel how thick i am? feel how your pussy stretches around me? this is what you've been begging for, good girl." his fingers are so much bigger than yours. they fill you completely, pressing against your walls, curling exactly where you need them. and then his thumb finds your clit, presses down, circles. "fuck— ah!.. haaah— professor!"

your legs kick, but he holds them wide, keeps you open, keeps you taking it. you're sobbing against his hand, drool running down your chin, completely destroyed. "that's it. that's my good girl. you're going to cum on my fingers now. you're going to soak my hand, baby. say thank you." "th— thank you—" "louder." "thank you, sir!—"

your orgasm rips through you, your back arches, your head falls back against his shoulder, and you cum hard, your walls clenching around his fingers, your own fingers, everything. your vision whites out. a long, guttural moan tears from your throat as he works you through it, his thumb still circling your clit, his fingers still pumping, never stopping.

"fuck," he mutters, watching you fall apart. "that's it. that's it. good fucking girl. look at you cumming all over my hand. such a pretty sight." when you finally come down, you're shaking. your hand falls away, when he slowly withdraws his fingers, shiny with your cum, and brings them to his mouth. he sucks them clean, one by one, eyes never leaving yours. the sight makes your pussy clench again. "you're a fast learner, babygirl."

⋆ LESSON 2: LET HIM DROWN IN YOU!

his desk is cold against your bare ass. he's cleared it — pushed aside stacks of papers, a laptop, a mug of pens, some students' project folders — and lifted you onto it like you weigh nothing. your legs are spread wide, your heels resting on the edge, your pussy fully exposed and dripping, the papers beneath you are getting wet, but neither of you gives a single fuck.

"you asked me how this would help you learn," he says, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading you even wider. "the truth is, baby, it doesn't." you blink. "what?" "i just want to eat this pretty pussy. i've been thinking about it since the first time you sat on my lap. that sweet little cunt grinding on my thigh. i need to taste it."

"then—" "you need to know what a good eating out feels like. so you know what to expect." he grins against your inner thigh. "but mostly because i can't stop thinking about your taste." and then his mouth is on you. he doesn't start slow. he dives in, tongue flat against your entire pussy, licking from your entrance to your clit in one long, wet stroke. you cry out, your hands flying to his hair. "ah! fuckfuckk! professor!"

"mmmnh— fuck—" he hums against you, and the vibration makes your hips buck. his tongue circles your clit, flicks it, sucks it into his mouth. he pulls back just enough to spit on your pussy — a wet, obscene glob that slides down your folds — and then he's back, spreading it with his tongue, mixing his spit with your wetness.

"that's it. taste so fucking good, baby. sweet, wet and perfect. this is what a good pussy tastes like. remember that." "nnngh!— ah— hnnggh—hiro—" his fingers spread your folds open, and he dives deeper, his tongue pushing inside you. you feel it fucking you, curling, tasting your walls, and you're already so close, your thighs trembling around his head. "cum for me, baby," he says against your clit. "first one. give it to me." "i— i—" "cum. now."

his tongue flicks your clit fast, hard, and you cum with a scream, your back arching off the desk. he doesn't stop. he licks through it, groaning against your sensitive pussy drinking everything you give him. "mmmngh— yes. there we go, good girl. that's one."

your legs are shaking, you think it's over. well, it's not. he goes back in, sucking your clit between his lips, rubbing it with the flat of his tongue. his fingers slide inside you, curling, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. "i can't! — another one— it's too haah! much—" "you can, pretty girl and you will. look at this pussy. she's not done yet."

his mouth descends again, and this time he's rougher. he presses his face hard into your pussy, his nose grinding against your clit, his tongue fucking you deep. he talks to it, low and breathless, his lips brushing against your folds. "such a pretty pussy. so wet for me, baby. you love this, don't you? having your professor on his knees eating you out in his office while others' works get ruined under your wet ass. you love it."

"yes! i love it! oh my go—i love it! professor—" "tell my pussy you love it." "i love it! i love my pussy— i love your mouth on it—" "then cum again, good girl." he pinches your clit between his teeth — just enough pressure, and the second orgasm rips through you. your legs clamp around his head, but he doesn't move. he stays buried in your cunt, lapping at you, groaning against you. "mmmngh. mmnh—" until you're twitching and oversensitive, sobbing from the intensity.

when you finally go limp, he looks up at you. his face is destroyed — wet, shiny, your cum dripping from his chin, his lips, his nose, his eyebrows. he doesn't wipe it off. "one more, baby."

⋆ LESSON 3: GET ABSOLUTELY POUNDED BY HIS BIG COCK

he points to his desk — the lower one, where his teaching assistant usually sits, covered in student papers. "on all fours." you don't hesitate. your palms hit the wood, your spine arches, your ass pushes back toward him, grinding in the air. you're wearing a dress tonight — short, thin, no panties, and you know he can see everything. your pussy is already dripping, your arousal slicking your thighs.

"look at you," he breathes. "soaking wet and i haven't even touched you yet." "please," you whimper. "please, professor, i can't wait anymore! i need you—" "you'll wait until i say you're ready, good girl." he drops to his knees behind you. his hands spread your cheeks apart, and you feel his breath on your cunt, hot and damp. "i've already made you cum twice tonight, remember? on my tongue, on my fingers. so this won't hurt, baby. i made sure you're ready."

"yes— yes—" but his mouth isn't finished. he leans in, licks a long stripe up your slit, and you moan, your arms nearly buckling. "for luck." "professor— i can't! mmnh! i've already—" "shut up and take it." his tongue slides inside you just to try it again. "good girl," he says, standing up. "now you're ready."

he unbuckles his belt, the sound of the metal jingling makes your pussy clench. his trousers drop just enough to free his cock — thick, hard, leaking, the head glistening with pre-cum. he strokes himself, and you watch him over your shoulder, drooling, your mouth open.

"tell me what you want, baby." "i want your cock, professor. please. inside me." "how badly, pretty girl?" "so badly i can't think. i can't breathe. please— i've been so good— i've learned everything— please just fuck me—" he steps forward. the head of his cock presses against your entrance, and you push back, trying to take him, but he holds your hips still.

"slow, baby or it'll hurt. i'm big and you're tight. breathe." "nnnngh... please—" he pushes in, just the head. you scream, but it's late, the building is empty, no one can hear you. he's so big — bigger than you imagined, bigger than his fingers, and the stretch is blinding, burning, perfect.

"breathe, baby. breathe for me." you gasp and he pushes deeper. "ah! mmnghh!!— fuck! professor!" "that's it. taking it. taking all of this cock. such a good fucking girl." he slides in to the hilt, and you feel like you're being ripped apart. his balls press against your clit, and he's so deep inside you that your walls clench around him, trying to adjust to his size.

"look at you," he groans. "taking my whole cock. this tight little pussy was made for me, babygirl." "move— please— move—" and he does. at first he's gentle — slow, deep thrusts that let you feel every inch. his hands grip your hips, guiding you, teaching you. you can feel every ridge of his cock, every vein.

"rock back into me, baby. meet my thrusts. that's it. feel how good it is when you move together." "harder, please! haah! harder!" "yeah? you want me to fuck this sweet pussy proper?" "yes, please!" he slams into you. hard. the desk screeches against the floor. papers scatter. a lamp wobbles and falls. "fuckkkfuck! hiromi!" "that's it— that's my good little slut— take this cock."

his hips pound into you, his balls slapping against your clit. he reaches around, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles. your legs give out, but he holds you up, one arm around your waist, still fucking you, never stopping. "i'm gonna! gonna cum nngh! wanna—" "not yet."

he pulls you up against his chest. his cock stays buried in you, and now he's fucking you from behind, upright, one hand on your hip, one hand on your throat, squeezing just slightly. "you feel that? that's what a real cock feels like, baby. that's what you've been begging for all these weeks." "yes yes! mmmhnah! thank you, thank you professor!" "thank me by cumming. cum on my cock. soak it."

he slams into you, and his fingers work your clit, your head falls back against his shoulder, making you cum with a scream that echoes through the empty building — "ahhh— fuckkk, yesyes, so good! "fuccck, yes— cum for me— cum on my cock." your walls clench around him, and he groans. "nnnnggh— fuckkk— baby mmmnhh— gonna cum, where do you want it?"

"i'm on the pill," you gasp. "cum inside me, professor. please. please, i want to feel it." "yeah? you want me to fill this tight little pussy? you want to walk around campus tomorrow feeling my cum dripping out of you, baby?" "yes! haahhh! pleasepleaseplease!" "gonna! i'm gonna— fuck—"

he slams into you one last time. his cock pulses, and you feel it — hot, thick, flooding you. he groans your name and you feel him twitch inside you as he fills you, his cum spilling deep into your cunt. "fucckkk that's my baby, mmhnh... sweetest pussy, all mine." when he's done, he doesn't pull out. he stays inside you, his forehead resting on your shoulder, both of you breathing hard, sweat-slicked and shaking. lessons completed.

more? ──── art cr. @ yunonoai on x sparkle cr: @kthice

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✮ stepdaddy!toji can't get enough of you. cw: stepcest

stepdaddy!toji didn't plan on getting married at all. he had zero desire to deal with responsibility and all that bullshit, but he figured his kid needed a mother figure. so he met a woman who worked in some boring office, no spark or passion happened, and he didn't even expect it. he just wanted to make sure his boy didn't grow up lonely.

stepdaddy!toji who didn't even blink when she said she had a daughter but would do whatever it took to make sure you wouldn't cause a problem, 'cause apparently you were a total brat who rebelled against her on purpose and all that shit. he just grunted and nodded, thinking you were the same age as his son.

stepdaddy!toji didn't even set eyes on you until he and your mom got hitched, 'cause you kept running away from home and this time your mom just kicked you out. when you guys first met, you were wearing these crazy short lounge shorts with your hair all messy. well, you were way older than his son. you licked your ice cream and looked at him with those doe eyes. "so, you're my new daddy now?" he checked you out from head to toe, letting his gaze linger on those hips. "guess so. and did you have a lot of new ones?" "enough to know you won't last long here." well, that did something to his cock.

stepdaddy!toji saw with his own eyes that you weren't some bratty, hopeless kid like your mom described. you just didn't agree with her and tried to prove her wrong, and she got pissed every single time, telling you she wasted her youth on you. he just cut the argument short, stroking your hair and telling your mom to stop being such a bitch.

stepdaddy!toji couldn't tear his eyes away when you walked around the house in just panties and a sheer white top after another fight just to spite your mom, with your nipples peeking through. you never gave any blunt hints, but the way you stared at his biceps every time he reached for the salt on the table, or at his huge cock when he wore gray sweatpants, spoke for itself.

stepdaddy!toji walked into your room one day while you were out to swipe your panties and sniff 'em while he jerked off, but he found something way more interesting. your laptop stayed open with a chat with your friend on the screen. he was just about to blow it off when he saw his name.

→ idk girl, it sounds gross but if you saw him you'd wanna fuck him too

i mean, you got a shitty mom who's been terrorizing you since you were a kid, he didn't raise you, he didn't change your diapers, so why the hell not? if the dick's worth it lol ←

→ it's huge, i'm sure he'd just rip me apart. i have to imagine him instead of my dildo, though he's definitely like three times bigger

stepdaddy!toji decides to shower with you the next morning, making you let out a scream. "what are you doing in here?" and you try to cover yourself up, but he just laughs. "giving you exactly what you want." he starts stripping and you stare at his massive biceps, his rock-solid chest and abs, then your eyes trail down and see the happy trail leading to a huge, hang-hard cock that was already standing tall. your mouth hung open while he sat down on the edge. "get over here, baby." one second you stopped hiding yourself, and the next you were bouncing on his cock, and he was deep inside you, ripping you apart.

his hands are glued to your ass, guiding your rhythm, squeezing and spreading you open on his cock. every time you slide down, you feel him hit that spot deep inside. "nngh! yes! yes! so good—" he leans forward and captures your nipple between his lips, suckling hard, his tongue flicking across the sensitive peak. "you were made to take my cock." you gasp when he bites down gently, then soothes the ache with his tongue. "mmnn— my little girl’s got the sweetest tits, huh? gonna suck 'em dry." your hips start to slow — you're exhausted, your muscles screaming — but he won't let you stop. his hands grip your waist and start bouncing you on his cock, fucking up into you with brutal precision. your head falls back, mouth open, letting out a long, guttural moan. "you like that, baby? you like your daddy using you like this?" "yes! yes— please nngh! don't stop—" "that's it, baby. cum for daddy. cum all over my cock."

stepdaddy!toji gets addicted to you right away. he turns fucking you every morning into a tradition. he's already hard when he pushes your door open, already stroking himself through his boxers by the time he's kneeling on the mattress, dragging the sheets off your sleeping body. "mornin', little girl." you stir, blinking up at him. his cock is already out, thick and heavy, the head brushing against your thigh. "...it's so early..." "shhh." he pulls your panties down your legs. "daddy needs his breakfast." he rolls you onto your stomach first, because he likes watching the way your back arches when he pushes inside from behind. his chest presses against your spine, his mouth at your ear. "been dreamin' about this pussy all night, baby. you know that? can't sleep proper without knowin' i'm gonna be inside you the second i wake up." "nngh! daddy—! so good..."

stepdaddy!toji uses your tits like a pacifier. it started as something innocent — him suckling gently while you watched tv — but now it's a full-blown ritual. his hands find your shirt, push it up. your bra follows. he groans the second your nipples are bare, leaning down to take one into his mouth. "toji—" "shhh." he sucks hard, tongue circling the sensitive peak. "just let daddy have this."

his eyes are half-closed. he is latched on, suckling slow and steady. his hand cups your other breast, thumb stroking over the nipple. "one day," he murmurs against your skin, "gonna put a baby in you. gonna fill you up so good. and then these tits..." he takes the nipple between his teeth, tugs gently. "gonna be full of milk for me. gonna drink it straight from the source, baby." you whimper, and he suckles harder, his hand sliding down between your legs. "and you'll let me, won't you? let daddy drink it whenever he wants. let me fall asleep right here, with your nipple in my mouth and my cum drippin' out of your tight little pussy." he does fall asleep like that, sometimes. your nipple still between his lips, your hand stroking his hair. and when he wakes up in the middle of the night, hard and aching, he slides inside you without a word, still half-asleep, still sucking your breast.

stepdaddy!toji loves making you squirt just to prove he is way better than guys your own age. he's on his knees between your legs, and he's been down there for god knows how long. your thighs are shaking, you're soaked, and he shows no signs of stopping. "i know you got it in you, baby." his fingers curl inside you, pressing against your front wall. "give it to daddy. give me that." "daddy, i can't—mnngh! i can't, it's too much—" "you can. you will." his mouth closes over your clit, sucks hard while his fingers pump faster. "c'mon, my baby. let go for me. let me see it." your body locks up. every muscle goes tight. and then it releases — a gush of fluid that soaks his hand, his chin, the towel he'd laid down beneath you. "there she is. there's my good fuckin' girl." he doesn't stop. he keeps fingering you through it, keeps sucking your clit until you're screaming, until you're pushing at his head because you can't take anymore. "one more, little girl. give me one more."

stepdaddy!toji who treats your pussy like a living thing. he talks to it, kisses it, worships it. he pushes your thighs up to your chest and groans at the sight of you. "mm, she's wet for me. of course she is. she knows who she belongs to." "look at my girl. missed me, didn't she?" he's talking to your pussy, and he means it. he leans in, presses his open mouth against your folds like a kiss. "fuck, i missed you too, pretty girl." he makes out with it. that's the only way to describe it — his tongue sliding between your lips, pressing inside, then pulling out to suck your clit into his mouth. "daddy's girl's got the sweetest fuckin' pussy in the world. you know that?" he presses his nose against your clit, inhales deep. "can't get enough." "ha— mmnh!!— daddy! i'm gonna—!" "come in my mouth, baby." you cum again from his tongue alone, and he moans through it, smiling against your pussy. when you try to pull away from the oversensitivity, he grabs your hips and yanks you back. "i'm not done. daddy's never done with this pretty pussy."

stepdaddy!toji doesn't give a fuck if someone can catch you guys, if he wanted to fuck you, nothing was gonna stop him. "someone will see—" "let 'em." he pulls you over the center console, guides you onto his lap. your back presses against his chest, the steering wheel digging into your knees. his cock slides into you from behind, and you choke on a moan. "shhh, baby. gotta be quiet." but he's already thrusting up into you, one hand on your hip, the other wrapped around your throat. "look how good you take my cock." a woman walks past with a shopping cart. you freeze, but he keeps moving, keeps fucking up into you slow and deep. "look at her. she got no idea you're gettin' stuffed full of my cock right now." "fuck— daddy! —nngh!" "that's it. let 'em hear. let 'em know who you belong to." sunlight floods the car, and anyone glancing over would see two silhouettes. he comes inside you with a grunt, holding your hips down, filling you up while a minivan parks three spaces away.

stepdaddy!toji who tells your mom he needs to spend more time with you to get to know his stepdaughter better, so he heads to the mall with you. he fucks you in the first dressing room he finds. you're on his lap, your back against his chest, the flimsy curtain doing nothing to muffle your sounds. his cock is buried deep, and he's holding you still while the saleslady asks through the curtain if everything fits okay. "just fine," he calls out, voice steady. his hips thrust up. "my girl's just trying things on." you bite your lip so hard you taste blood. his hand covers your mouth. "shhh, my baby. don't wanna get caught, do you?" but he's fucking up into you harder, faster. the cheap stool beneath you creaks. "nngh! mmn—!" "what was that?" he pulls his hand away. "you got something to say, little girl?" "daddy! — fuck... i'm gonna!—" "gonna come? right here? with your mama thinkin' we're just havin' a nice afternoon?" you nod frantically, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "then do it, baby. come on daddy's cock. let 'em all hear who makes you feel this good." you come with a broken cry, and he follows right after.

stepdaddy!toji finally gets to fuck you everywhere after the divorce, without hiding or trying to muffle your sweet sounds. he bends you over the thick upholstered arm, your toes barely touching the floor, ass arched high. he pushes in slow, watching his cock disappear into your tight little pussy inch by inch. the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy fills the room. "you hear that, baby? listen to how wet you are for me. this pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn't it?" "y-yes, daddy! it's you— ah!— all yours!" or when he folds you in half, knees pressed against your shoulders, your ankles hooked over his biceps. he looms over you, watching his own cock slide in and out of your gaping hole. he fucks you deep and slow, grinding his pelvis against your clit with every thrust until you're a writhing mess beneath him. "look at you little girl, taking every inch. you love being stuffed full of this cock, don't you?" "yes! daddy— mmnh!— yes, i love it, i love it!"

stepdaddy!toji who loves it when you warm up his dick. he's sitting on the couch, watching tv, and you're in his lap, facing him, his cock buried deep inside your pussy. you're both fully dressed except for where your panties are pushed aside and his zipper is down. "just sit still, little girl. keep me warm." you try to stay quiet, but every small movement makes you clench around him, and you can feel him twitch inside you. your thighs are shaking, your pussy pulsing, and you're so wet you can feel yourself dripping down onto his lap. "please— i need you to move—" you can feel him twitch inside you, feel him get harder even though he's not moving. his thumb traces lazy circles on your hip. "one day," he murmurs, "gonna keep you on my cock all day long. gonna carry you around the house like this. make you breakfast with my dick still buried in you." you clench around him involuntarily, and he groans. "fuck, yeah. squeeze daddy just like that."

stepdaddy!toji who couldn't see you for a whole week because of all the divorce drama. and when you finally show up at his place, he doesn't even take your clothes off all the way. just pushes your skirt up, rips your panties aside, and sinks into you with a groan that sounds like relief. "fuck! fuck— i needed this. i needed you, baby." your back hits the wall, your legs wrap around his waist. he's holding you up, fucking you standing, your weight suspended on his cock. "never again. never gonna go a week without this pussy again. you hear me?" "yes— mmh! daddy— yes!" "now i can have you whenever i want. wherever i want." he carries you across the room, still inside you, fucks you against every surface he can reach. the counter. the couch. the floor. "gonna make up for lost time. gonna spend the whole weekend buried inside my little girl."

stepdada!kuna ? amazing art from @ dickerystuf on ig / x

[xoslutty]

✮ sukuna married your mother just to be closer to you.

cw: stepcest

stepdaddy!sukuna first saw you when he stayed in another country for a business trip. you swam in the pool, laughed with your head back, and water ran down your neck. he couldn't take his eyes off you, your tiny swimsuit barely covered anything: your ass literally hung out, and wet hair stuck to your neck, showing a line he immediately wanted to lick.

stepdaddy!sukuna knew you were too young for him. but he didn't care about that, he only worried that his business and reputation wouldn't forgive it. so the very next day, he found your mother — a lonely, miserable woman who was used to men being a disappointment. sukuna was perfectly polite, charming, and scary patient. three weeks later, they moved in together.

stepdaddy!sukuna quickly realized your mom was always annoyed with you. she constantly tried to put you down, and you two fought all the time. she wanted to feel young and envied your youth with almost animal-like spite. plus, she saw your father in you — the man she couldn't get along with — and took that pain out on you.

stepdaddy!sukuna never touched your mother with real passion. for him, she was just a ticket into your life: a pass to family dinners, a way to know your schedule, and a chance to buy a house across the street from your college.

stepdaddy!sukuna rushed the wedding to finally get closer to you — to see you every day. you officially met at a dinner where he invited you and your mom to "get closer as a family." but you had no idea he knew everything about you and followed you for much longer than you could imagine.

stepdaddy!sukuna insisted you went on the honeymoon with them after the wedding. he said he worried about your safety and didn't want to leave you alone for so long. when your mother hissed after another fight that she couldn't even get rid of you on her honeymoon, sukuna cancelled all plans, saying he didn't want to spend his time like that.

stepdaddy!sukuna let his touches linger on you much longer than was decent. whether it was your fingers when he handed you a plate, or your back when he gave you a "fatherly" hug. walking past you in a narrow hallway, he put his hand on your waist to let you through — and kept it there for an extra second, squeezing a bit harder than necessary. he stood behind you when you were at the window, leaned close to your ear to ask something, and hit your neck with hot breath that made your knees weak.

stepdaddy!sukuna jerked off in the shower or his home office, thinking about how you would look on his dick. how you would ride him while your perfect tits bounced in front of his face, and he sucked them while his huge cock tore your sweet pussy apart from the inside. he came faster than ever in his life.

stepdaddy!sukuna came home early one day and heard weird noises from your room. when he walked up to the door, your sweet moans and wet splashing sounds reached him. he froze, already taking off his belt to masturbate with you right there by the door, when he suddenly heard his name. "sukuna... hmm! daddy... please..." in that moment, he realized the fish jumped right on the hook.

stepdaddy!sukuna waited until your mother was out of the house. he walked up behind you while you made tea in the kitchen. you felt his strong body press against your back, his hands landed on your waist, and his lips leaned to your ear. "someone was way too loud yesterday." you froze, a blush creeping up your neck. "i didn't..." you started, but couldn't finish: he pushed his hips forward, pressing into you, and you let out a moan. "my girl needs her daddy?" you shook your head, whispering that it was wrong, but he thrust his hips again, making you automatically press your ass against his crotch. you felt his heavy, hard cock through the expensive fabric of his pants and whined pitifully. he rubbed his hips against your short shorts, feeling the soft meat of your ass, and groaned low. "don't worry, baby. daddy needs his little girl just as much as she needs him."

you two started rubbing against each other, he took your chin, turned your head, and kissed you — hungry, dirty, and wet. his other hand slid inside your shorts. his fingers immediately found your clit and started rolling it, making you press your ass into him even harder. his mouth ate yours, and your chins glistened with spit. you came loud, shaking right on his fingers, and he came in his pants like a damn teenager — just from rubbing against you.

stepdaddy!sukuna came to your bedroom every night after that day while your mother slept. he got into your bed, and you already lay there naked, whining with impatience. "such a dirty little girl — waitin' for her stepfather like this, huh?" you just nodded aggressively, pulling him by the neck because you needed him. "i need u, daddy," you whispered, and he groaned, pressing into your lips. "i know, my baby. daddy needs u too. so much." he carefully entered you, remembering that his girl was still too sensitive — despite how many times he'd already been inside you. "there we go. missed my perfect little girl so much... mmhx... wanted this for so long." you moaned and scratched his back while his cock hammered into you like crazy. "this sweet pussy... these perfect tits... mine. all mine. everythin' belongs to daddy. no one else." he didn't stop until you came on his cock at least twice, then he filled you up with hot, thick seed.

stepdaddy!sukuna fucked you in every possible place, not scared that you would get caught. he knew your schedule by heart and picked you up from college in a fully tinted car. on the back seat, he sat you on his cock. "there u go, babe. daddy missed this sweet pussy. did u miss me?" you nodded, kissing his wet lips. your panties were pushed aside, his huge hands squeezed your cheeks, and he hammered into you with primal speed. "missed u so much, daddy... couldn't go without u... hnngh!" you already came, but he didn't stop until you turned into a messy whining heap, only able to moan his name. "yeah? couldn't live without daddy's cock?" you squeezed him inside you, your mascara ran, and tears flowed down your cheeks. "fuck, yeah... that's it, my little girl. squeeze my cock like that, it's all yours."

stepdaddy!sukuna refused when your mother called him on a business trip. they fought, and she left alone, leaving you two for a whole week. he planned to use that time to the max. you fucked almost every hour. "that's it. come on daddy's cock. ruin it, baby." you started with the morning shower, where he fucked you in the air, lifting you up and sliding you onto his hard dick. "such a perfect girl for daddy... made for me." you ended on the living room couch, when he buried his face deep in your pussy. "mmmnh... look at this little swollen clit... wanna eat it." he started sucking so hard, moving his fingers inside you, that you arched your hips right to his face. "ha...ah! daddy! i'm gonna cum! i'm cummin', i'm cummin', i'm cummin'!" he pressed even harder. "go on, my little girl... cum right on daddy's face... let me taste it." and you made a mess of his face, shaking and screaming.

stepdaddy!sukuna ignored your mother's calls when he was on his own business trip. "i'm busy," he snapped and immediately called you. "babe, show me how wet u are. c'mon, lower the camera a bit." you did what he told you: lowered the phone to your wide-spread legs, to your wet, glistening pussy that was already soaking for him. he groaned, pulled down his pants, freeing his hard cock, and held the phone with one hand while the other wrapped your panties — which he stole last week — around the shaft. "shove three fingers in, babe. that'll make u feel closer to daddy." he hammered into his fist, growling low when he saw your thighs shaking on the screen. "it's not enough, daddy... it's not u... i want u... can't come..." you whined, because your three fingers didn't give even half the feeling his two did. you definitely got greedy. "i know baby, i know. i wanna be there too. wanna feel your tight pussy squeeze around me. i want my little girl to make a mess on me." you almost cried, you needed him so bad. "come home faster, please... nngh-h! i can't without u... i miss u." he spilled into his fist with a hoarse groan, his hips twitching. "i miss u too, my baby. i promise i'm gonna fuck u on every inch of house when i get back."

stepdaddy!toji here

[xoslutty]

✮ brother's bsf!toji accidentally catches you shaving — and he's really not happy about it.

"what the fuck are you doing?" toji, your brother's best friend was standing in the doorway, one hand still on the knob and his eyes covered by the other while he rubbed his forehead. he was wearing gray sweatpants and a beat-up t-shirt, his hair all messy from like yet another gaming session with your brother.

the bathroom door wouldn't lock — you had been meaning to tell your mom about it for weeks, but always forgot until moments like this, when you were sitting on the closed toilet lid with your legs wide open, a razor in one hand and shaving cream in the other, and the door just flew open without a knock.

you drop the razor, your cheeks burning like crazy, but to your own surprise, you don't snap your legs shut. it was already too late anyway, right? he already saw everything. "i could ask you the exact same thing," you snapped back.

you totally expected him to make a weird face and bail, leaving you to avoid him for the rest of your life every time you remembered this humiliation. but instead, he just steps inside, kicks the door shut, and you hear the click of the lock — the one that never actually worked, but he just jams it in place with his thumb.

"don't tell me you're about to shave all that off." "it's none of your damn business." "nah, it totally is," he said. "when you're sitting here about to destroy a masterpiece." "what?" "this right here." he nods down at your pussy, the hair damp from a bit of the cream you put on. "that bush. that damn gorgeous bush between your legs."

you glance down, cheeks burning. "it's ugly. some guy said it looks gross." "some dumbass guy who doesn't know shit. they don't know what a real gem looks like. they just want bald little chicks. you know what a man wants?"

your mouth goes dry. "a woman," he says. "a woman with hair between her legs. a woman who looks like she can take a real fucking cock."

"spread your legs." something in his voice makes you obey immediately. your thighs slowly part, and you watch his gaze drop to the dark hair between them. "fuck," he breathes. "look at that. and you wanted to take that away from me."

"i didn't know y—"

"that i what? that i wanted this sweet pussy so bad that i was jerking off in your brother's guest room thinking about it?"

he takes a step forward, drops to his knees on the bathmat in front of you, and puts his hands on your hips. his thumbs stroke your soft skin, spreading your legs even wider. "you let some stupid little kid convince you this was ugly," he says right against your skin. "let me show you what it actually is."

his mouth finds you, a hot tongue slides along your folds, parting the coarse hair, licking you slowly and deeply. you let out a gasp, your fingers digging into the edge of the toilet seat. "nngh!" "mmnh," he hums right against you, and the vibration makes your thighs shake. he groans into your pussy, pulling your swollen clit right through the curls. "tastes damn good. this pussy has been driving me insane every single time you walk around the house."

"ahh!... oh god..." "like that, rub against my face. let me eat this sweet pussy the way it deserves." he moves his fingers faster, his tongue slapping and sucking, and sloppy wet sounds fill the tiny bathroom. "m-mnh... fuck, you're so soaked. this little bush is soaking wet, dripping right down on my chin. "i sai... ah! — i didn't know... nggh!" he buries his face even deeper, his nose pushing right into the coarse hair, his tongue clicking fast and wet against your clit. you're already completely soaked — you can feel it, your juices dripping out of you.

"that's it, babe. let me taste this sweet pussy. show you what a real man does with a perfect pussy like this." "ah! haa—ah! ... toji!..." his thick fingers find you, sliding right inside with zero resistance — one, then two. he curls them, pushing upward while his tongue works your clitoris in tight circles, and your vision starts going white. your hips jerk forward, your knees trembling around his head.

"oh... fuck..." "do you like that, babe? do you like my fingers in that tight little hole?" " yeah... yeah... please..." "what about this?" he drags his tongue flat through your wet folds, from your asshole up to your clit, tasting every inch, and you cry out so loud you're sure the whole house can hear.

"m-mmnh! t-toji—!nnn—! " "shh, shh, i know, baby. i know. let me eat you out. let me have this pretty cunt."

he goes back to your clit, sucking, flicking, while his fingers fuck you slow and deep. his other hand grips your thigh, hard enough to bruise, and you can feel his breath hot against your skin, his stubble scraping your inner thighs.

"fuck, you're so wet, baby. so fucking wet for me. your pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn't it?" "ye– nngh! yes! yes! it's yours! haah!"

"that's right. this pussy is mine. this bush is mine. and you wanted to shave it off like it was nothing."

he pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean, and the sight of it — his lips wrapped around his own fingers, tasting you — makes your pussy clench around nothing. "on the floor."

"what?" "i said, on the floor. i wanna eat you properly."

you slide off the toilet onto the mat, and he pulls you to the edge, your ass on the fluffy rug, your legs up on his shoulders. he looms over you on his knees, looking down from above — his chin all messy with your juices, dripping right down his neck.

he eats you like he'd been starving his whole life — his tongue wide and flat, stroking your whole pussy, tasting every single fold, every drop of wetness. he zeroes in on your clit, lips tightly sealed around it, his tongue moving so fast your hips lift right off the floor.

"nngh! ah!... i— i'm gonna..." "hell no, not yet."

he slides two fingers back inside you, crooked up, pressing against that rough patch that makes stars burst behind your eyes. he fucks you with them while his mouth works your clit, and the combination is too much — your thighs clamp around his head, your hands grip his hair, and you're coming, screaming, your body convulsing against his face.

"ha—haa!! to—toji! nngah——!" "that's it, baby. cum for me. cum all over my tongue."

he doesn't stop. he keeps licking, keeps sucking, drawing out every wave of you until you're shaking and oversensitive, trying to push his head away. "too much, it's too much—"

"shh, shh." he slows his tongue, gentles it, laps at you softly. "i know, baby. i know. you did so good. such a good girl, coming on my face like that."

he presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, your bush, your clit — too sensitive, you flinch — and then your stomach, nuzzling against your skin. "look at this," he murmurs. "made such a mess all over my face."

he pulls his dripping fingers out of you and sits back on his heels. you watch, still dazed, as he pushes down the waistband of his grey sweats.

his thick cock springs free — hard, wet at the tip. he wraps his hand around it, and you watch him stroke himself once, twice, before he brings your soaked fingers — his fingers, still covered in you — to his own cock.

"fuck," he groans, smearing your juice all over his shaft. "that's it. grease up my cock with your sweet pussy."

"he rubs himself with your juices, throwing his head back, his jaw tight. you watch his moving hand, his twitching cock, and your mouth fills with saliva.

he pulls his fingers out, tucks his cock back into his pants — it's still hard, you can see it — and stands up. he looks down at you, sprawled out on the bathroom floor, with wet thighs and a bush matted with his spit. he reaches for the door, then stops. "don't lock the door tonight. i ain't done with my pussy yet."

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"両面 宿儺 ✶ SUKUNA RYOMEN," ◦ ₊ㅤ ﹙　she's literally a princess and he's the devil. what the fuck.　૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა　artist credits: @/f_tality0 on insta　reblog / like 2 support　 ⃘໋ׅ♡　𝑤.𝑐: 1.1k ⁀ ˳ ⟡

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SUKUNA RYOMEN was the devils incarnate. No, like literally that's what people whispered and believed.

"I saw horns on his head, and he was talking about killing a duck," 4 year old Nobara whispered and told 4 year old Megumi and Itadori. Nodding and pursing her lips as she had learnt from Gojo when he was gossiping with Geto and Shoko, mimicking his behaviour. Itadori widened his eyes before gasping and placing his hands on his cheeks, "HE WHAT? WHAT THE HECK!?," he looked distraught before huffing and pouting, as if the sun was exploding. He couldn’t believe his uncle, who was only around 13 years older than him, was so evil.

"She obviously didn't see that, idiot," Megumi looked at him in annoyance, curling his upper lip. "And stop copying how my babysitter acts!" he scoffed before tackling Yuuji.

The rumours didn't start and end with 4 year olds though, almost everyone in Jujutsu high believed that Sukuna was to be feared and that he would curse you if you stared too long. Almost everyone anyways, since there were two big exceptions. One being the most popular boy in school, the boy who was famous on Mixi and owned a Blackberry before anyone else in Japan did.

Satoru Gojo.

"Don't look," a girl whispered to her friend, holding her hand tightly and staring ahead into her dark locker, while heavy footsteps passed behind them.

She was pursing her lips, about to turn back to check before Gojo came up behind them both, resting his arms over their shoulders and smiling happily. "Who're we hiding from?" He beamed.

Her frozen expression didn't give much away, while her friend grew flustered and quickly looked over her other shoulder, locking eyes onto the only figure who wasn't in uniform. His pink hair standing out, hands shoved in his pockets, lolling his head back with a big sigh.

"Satoru, stop following me," he glared, turning back only to look at the white haired menace.

“But whyyyyy? You’re my best friend!” He whined, pouting and playing along, quickly tagging along behind him and chatting to him non-stop about the new game he was playing online and how they should go to an internet café again soon.

Other students walking by quickly changed their course of direction, looked away, or started to empty out their pockets in case Sukuna Ryomen decided that they were the ones who were going to pay for his next expense. Bullying? Sukuna's minions made haibara fear for his life until he transferred to a different school, which in turn caused Nanami to resent him.

All was changed when one of the students smelled the roses in the air, quickly smiling and looking towards the school entrance.

"It's Y/N!" One of the girls happily pointed, while another ran up to give you a hug. "Y/N-channnn! How was your weekend?"

Unlike Sukuna, your reputation was written in a fancy cursive and written in a sparkly pink gel pen. You were a breath of fresh air to many students there, not a single student had a negative energy towards you. Rumours about you sounded like they were out of a fairytale, which is why you were listed as "most likely to be a princess" in the yearbook in your last year of secondary school.

"She gave me her ice cream when she heard about my failed test," a second year boy sighed dreamily, before looking towards the entrance for a glimpse of you. "Is she singing?" His friend questioned, raising a confused eyebrow. You lived up to your name, skipping towards the entrance and humming, while squirrels, birds, raccoons, stray cats and some deers followed behind. A hummingbird even resting on your shoulder and tweeting along.

"Alright now, make sure you all get along and don't get hit by cars, okay?" You smiled and brushed off the bird, blowing a kiss in the direction that the animals scurried off before entering the school gates.

"Do you think I have a chance with her? I think she smiled at me like… more than usual yesterday," a first year boy named Haruto scratched the back of his neck. Flushing from his cheeks, and making quick glances towards your approaching figure. His friends looked unconvinced, all sharing the same look and one of them even holding onto his backpack so that he didn't do anything rash.

"She smiles at everyone, plus I heard she has a boyfriend," one of them shrugged, sighing and watching your figure. It was like all of them were communicating telepathically, trying to discern if you had a boyfriend from the way you walked.

Haruto was about to approach, "I don't think she has—" before freezing and clenching his jaw tightly when someone came up behind him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder tensely. His friends glancing over, only to take one look and be on their way, knowing there was nothing they could do.

"I'm pretty sure she has one." Sukuna mumbled, looking down at the younger boy with sharp eyes.

Haruto gulped, before nodding and looking up at the older boy shakily. "O-oh… sorry, I didn't know.." he mumbled, the air from his throat suddenly feeling like nails, increasingly hard to breathe in and out without sounding like a nervous wreck. "I'll g-go apologise to Gojo, sorry—"

"Gojo's not her boyfriend." Sukuna grumbled, tightening his grip on Haruto's shoulder, making the boy wince out. "I'm her boyfriend," he tsked down at him, narrowing his eyes, almost pouting before shoving the boy away and walking towards you.

People seeing what was happening were already pitying you and wishing that you'd stay safe.

Many people knew that you were dating Sukuna Ryomen, just as many people did not know. The reaction was always the same, whether they knew or not, whenever sukuna approached you. People looking at him in disdain, jealousy, anger, or even looking at you with pity.

"Poor girl, he's probably been manipulating her," whispers floated amongst the student body, people shaking their heads, teachers gossiping in their lounges. "She's too sweet for him, he doesn't deserve her!"

You knew the truth and Sukuna knew the truth.

"Hii!" You happily squealed, rushing up to him and hugging him. His body didn't stiffen or hesitate, as he'd gently wrap on arm around and pat your back, glancing back subtly so that no one saw him lose his edge. "…you're going to make me look like a softie," he whispered, flustered from seeing you, looking comically shy, trying to snarl down at you.

You blinked up at him curiously, tilting your head and playing dumb. "What edge? You're the cutest, most softest, sweetest and smarted guy I know!" You pinched his cheek, before humming and skipping past him, towards the steps towards the entrance of the main building.

He paused, before pouting and quickly following after you.

"You know other guys?" He grumbled.

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[itadoriahh]

guys ik these came out kinda bad but i still think they’re cute so i’m begging for forgiveness from itafushi nation

[megumiangel]

DEBATABLE 𑣲03. gamblers' luck ⤷ megumi fushiguro x fem!reader

-> 2.7k words

the talking stage is always the best judge of character—

—is what you've learned in all your years of being an evil bitch hiding inside the skin of a sweet-hearted schoolgirl.

but unfortunately, even though your exceptional grades, neck-breaking looks, dazzling smile —the list goes on— have made you quite the catch amongst your peers at school, most of them know the gag is up by now.

not that it's stopped any of them. you get asked out almost every other week. sadly, it's always the ones you want the least who seem to be the most persistent.

you've fished your way around enough of the guys at your school with your practised charm to know they're all full of shit. as far as your type goes, anyways; you like the smart, quiet, shy type. the ones who tuck themselves into corners of the classroom and fluster over the slightest touch.

or maybe it's just what works best.

you can't even stand to think about yourself standing next to someone like... well... yourself. of course, you have plenty of redeeming qualities. there's a reason why you're so popular, after all— you're smart, pretty, confident, funny, and you know it.

you've got enough crazy to spread across two people. there's no need to add any more to that equation. the world doesn't need two of you.

thankfully, there's plenty of fish in the sea! all they have to do is fill out the checklist, and they qualify: smart, quiet, shy.

you'd never fancied yourself a gambler. until you started dating.

your talking stage with aoi todo was like looking into a mirror... only if you were two-metre tall dude built like a truck, who let all the unhinged thoughts that lived in your head run free and proudly slept with a body pillow of your favourite idol.

to his credit, surprisingly, he's a straight-A student. that's the smart box checked, at least. but... it's like trying to link two matching magnets. it just doesn't work.

cool guy, though. you'd hang out with him more if you didn't care so much about your perfect princess image. oh, and the body pillow thing kinda gave you the creeps.

noritoshi kamo's talking stage had promising... for all of five days.

calm. intelligent. polite. sticks to himself. doesn't speak unless spoken to. steps to the side when you're passing him in the corridor. the first to be called on by teachers to read lines or run errands.

too perfect. that's your role.

and he's missing the shy component entirely.

you'd complimented his hair once, and he'd simply nodded and said 'thank you' before turning the page in his book. no pink ears. no trembling hands. not even a tiny stammer.

gag. next.

by then, you'd lost hope in the guys at your school. so, it looked like the only option for high school romance left was interschool scouting.

you'd believed kokichi muta was the one when you'd versed his school in debate last semester. he's also the head of the robotics club at his school. a nerdy loser. your favourite victim. seems cold and composed on the outside, only to turn to stammering mush the moment you started speaking to him.

the best part? you'd gone to middle school together. look at that, you already had a connection!

only, it was pointless. because it turned out the adorable stuttering wasn't because of you.

well... it was, but not in the way you'd hoped.

mister kokichi seemed to have eyes only for a certain blue-haired girl in his club, whom he worried would get the wrong idea if she saw you and him standing so close.

you sighed. it hadn't even gotten the chance to bloom into a talking stage. but you were a girl before you were a helpless romantic, and the last thing you'd want to do is violate girl code. so out of respect, you'd stepped back. got yourself two new friends and wingwoman job out of it, though, which wasn't all bad. getting to subtly nudge your friends together and watch them both turn completely pink and the slightest contact was almost enough to fill the loveless hole in your heart.

almost.

and then, just when you'd believed all hope was lost and you were doomed to go through the rest of high school rejecting half the student body without ever once getting to say 'i'm sorry, i have a boyfriend', as if it was a reward for all your hardship, the universe dropped megumi fushiguro right into your lap last tuesday.

he checked all three boxes with a blindingly green tick.

smart? tick.

quiet? tick.

shy? jackpot.

you'd felt like a slot machine, rolling in that final tick before your eyes, watching with cruel satisfaction as the boy drowned in his own speech because you'd so much as smiled at him.

you could hear the happy little winning dings ringing in your ears at your grand victory. not at the debate you'd just won— him. he was all you'd ever dreamt of.

and suddenly, you understood why people gambled.

high risk, astronomical reward.

the seven days had been the most blissful talking stage of your life.

all you had to do was call him 'gumi' and you could practically feel the heat of his furious blush through the phone. he was almost too easy.

that's not a complaint, of course.

tonight, you're versing him again. even better, three days from now, debate camp starts. you get to spend half of the summer watching him break.

too bad you can't spare a single moment daydreaming about long walks down the beach and playing with those spiky strands of hair just to watch him shapeshift into a beetroot. it's the tiebreaker. you have to lock in.

so, of course, you'd prepared yourself accordingly for tonight. outstanding notes to set yourself up for success, six prewritten rebuttals, your inkiest, juiciest pen...

and perhaps a full face of makeup, perfectly styled hair and your sweetest perfume.

never in your life had you gone out of your way to prettify yourself for a guy like this.

a dessert date with your girls? absolutely!

a debate against your week-long talking stage, however..? you'd felt shame and guilt wash over you in every shade and colour as you set your makeup.

were you setting back feminism fifty years by doing this? yikes.

from where you're currently sat, you can practically see the beads of sweat trickling down his neck, despite the the nice summer night breeze letting itself in through the auditorium door, and the school jacket he'd shed onto the back of his seat, leaving him in his white button-down; giving you the pleasant view of his flexing forearms as he writes notes and makes a very conscious effort not to look at you.

the debate hasn't even started yet. the adjudicators haven't even made their arrival. there's no logical reason for him to be writing anything down, really.

and megumi knows that.

still, he keeps his eyes trained on the notebook page, writing something, anything down, all for one simple reason; he knows if he looks up, he'll make eye contact with you. then you'll wave, and you'll smile at him again.

he's not letting that smile ruin his debate a second time. if he can get through the whole thing without looking at you once, there's a chance they could actually win this tonight. this is a life or death situation here.

unfortunately, his teammates don't seem to understand the gravity.

either that, or they just don't care.

"ouuu, she has her hair curled, megumi." yuuji, the menace, leans over his shoulder, his voice sing-song and dripping with provocation, "huuuh... i wonder if she did that for you?"

"shut your fucking—"

"oh look, she's smiling at me!" gojo chimes in.

"no she's not."

"well, she isn't smiling at you." somehow, the idiots have managed to even rope yuuta in. does everyone enjoy seeing him suffer that much?

megumi grips his pen hard.

"kelp?"

he snaps his head up at toge, and immediately smacks his arm, "no, you can't wave at her..! put your fucking hand down."

toge makes a whiny noise, rubbing his arm as he drops it by his side.

"oh hey, she's waving at us!" gojo says cheerfully. the four of them start waving back enthusiastically.

"hiiiii y/n!" yuuji calls across the room.

"hiii!" your sweet voice calls back.

and on instinct, megumi's eyes follow the direction of the voice, completely forgetting his goal.

he locks eyes with you.

and your wave.

and your... smile.

shit.

he looks away so hard he gives himself whiplash.

"ouh." yuuta whispers, his typical kindness failing to hide the second-hand embarrassment in his voice, "that was bad."

"dude, she's laughing at you." yuuji whispers.

"salmon."

"megumi, i thought i taught you how to flirt better than this!" gojo sighs, brows creased as he shakes his head in disappointment.

megumi speaks through grit teeth, "shut—"

bzzt.

all five heads turn to megumi's pocket, the origin of the sound.

slowly, tentatively, he fishes his phone out of his pocket, and checks the notification.

goddamnit.

yuuji's hand lands between megumi's shoulder blades hard enough to send his phone clattering into his lap. he looked up. the adjudicators were coming in.

he swallows thickly, pocketing his phone, trying not to think about that last message you sent. you really seem to get a kick out of messing with him.

he closes his eyes, sucking in a sharp breath as the adjudicators find their seats. he could do this. he's fine.

he's not letting a pretty smile bomb his academic career for a second consecutive tuesday.

the debates begin. yuuji opens for their side. a solid speech. megumi gives him a subtle nod of approval when he sits back down, and yuuji makes a dramatic noise of gratitude in return.

nobara goes up next. almost a little theatrical. it's good.

yuuta's extension is airtight.

it doesn't last long. maki goes up next. delivers point bluntly. megumi furiously scribbles onto his notepad.

by the time the second speakers sat back down, the auditorium was tense.

the scores could go either way.

megumi adjusts his tie. third speaker. his turn. his teammates all hold their breath and give him concerned looks. he scoffs at them. he'd give them the finger if he didn't have all eyes on him.

he steps behind the podium.

doesn't look at you, not once. he'd promised himself. he wouldn't.

"…good evening."

his voice is steady. good.

he continues, "the opposition's model assumes that assigning liability would discourage innovation." he flips a page. "however, industries adapt to regulation constantly. safety standards, consumer protection laws and privacy legislation haven't prevented technological progress—they've encouraged responsible development."

some in the audience nodded.

better. much better than last week. he dismantled one argument. then another, quoted two studies from memory. the words came naturally again. he keeps his eyes trained to the front. speaks clearly. concisely. he can see his team all drop their shoulders in relief. he didn't mess it up. by the time he finished, they all looked like they'd been resuscitated.

megumi allows himself the smallest exhale.

he'd done it.

mostly because he'd managed not to look at you again.

"thank you." he bows his head as he finishes, and returns to his seat. yuuji pats his shoulders rapidly in silent excitement. things are looking up for jujutsu high. they might even win this.

"negative speaker three."

the last speaker for the night.

your shoes tap across the stage floor as you make your way to centre stage. immediately smiling at him. sly and smug, like you know something he doesn't.

your eyes find the front, and your facade clicks into place just like that. you beam, "good evening."

not again.

you thank the adjudicators before resting both hands lightly on the podium.

"the affirmative has given us a lovely speech." you smile pointedly at megumi, "…almost convincing."

scattered laughter.

he folds his arms. you're doing it on purpose.

"…however," you continue sweetly, "they've misunderstood something rather important."

you began dismantling his framework point by point. calmly. methodically. cruelly. every rebuttal landed. every example connected. every transition flowered effortlessly into the next. all with that grin plastered onto your face.

megumi finds himself nodding along once before remembering you were actively destroying his case.

traitorous mind.

"…most importantly," the corners of your lips tug upwards, "the affirmative keeps insisting we should put our trust in them." you look straight at him, tilting your head ever so slightly, "i think that's adorable."

silence.

the room interprets it exactly as intended— a jab at the affirmative team's model. mockery, even.

megumi's brain, however, is currently short-circuiting.

a...dorable?

are you calling him..?

does that mean...?

heat rushes straight to his ears.

you've already moved on, eyes back at the front, "but what have they done to earn our trust? as far as we know, this decision benefits them the most..."

yuuji slaps a hand over his own mouth to stop himself from laughing. gojo's patting him on the back proudly. yuuta's looking at him, expression wide-eyes and far too happy for him. toge quietly whispers "salmon."

you smile innocently. "…for those reasons, we're proud to remain negative. thank you." you say, bowing your head, before wandering back over to your seat.

the rest of the night goes by in flashes. the adjudicators leave to deliberate. they return with an outcome no one is surprised by after that nuclear bomb of a finishing speech you had just dropped.

"the winners of today's debate, and the overall champions of this season's inter-school debate competition …kyoto metropolitan school's girls team."

applause erupted.

the five of you, including your teacher engulfed in a very enthusiastic group hug.

megumi's team exchange sighs and pats on the back of encouragement. second place is still respectable. objectively impressive.

just… not first.

the ceremony blurred together. certificates. trophies. photos.

your team stands shoulder to shoulder at the front of the hall, proudly holding the polished silver cup while cameras flash from every direction.

"one more!"

everyone shuffles closer together. you laugh and steady your friends as nobara nearly knocks maki over trying to squeeze into the frame for pictures that will definitely end up in the school yearbook.

across the hall, megumi accepts his own certificate for second place with a polite smile.

yuuji leans over, whispering, "you know…"

"what."

"at least you lost to your future wife."

megumi elbows him hard enough to make him yelp.

outside, buses slowly roll into the parking lot. the evening air carrying the warmth of late summer. megumi stands with his team while gojo finishes thanking the organisers and seemingly pissing off your team's teacher.

he's halfway through wondering whether he'd ever recover from tonight, replaying the word 'adorable' in his head when he hears a cheerful voice come up behind him.

"fushiguro!"

he turns. you jog over, stopping in front of him, your trophy tucked under one arm, your certificate tauntingly peeking out of your folder.

you look impossibly pleased, "congratulations."

megumi blinks, "…you won."

"i know." you grin, "but second place is still really good."

he rubs the back of his neck, "…thanks."

"i have something." you reach into your school bag.

for one terrifying second, megumi wonders if you're about to produce another devastating rebuttal. he silently prays for the ground to open up and swallow him whole if that's the case.

instead, you produce a small paper bag. you hold it out.

he hesitates, then takes it tentatively.

"…cookies?"

"mhm! they're your reward."

"my reward…"

"…for debating so well."

he stares at the neatly folded top of the bag.

this reward, combined with the amount of time you'd called him a good boy by now...

you must really think he's a dog.

"you... didn't have to."

"i wanted to." your smile softens, "i baked them."

megumi looks up, "really?"

you nod proudly.

megumi could only manage a quiet, "…thank you."

"you'd better tell me what you think!"

"i... will."

your teammates call your name from across the carpark. you glance back over your shoulder. "oh! i should go." you start walking backwards, "bye, gumi! see you friday!"

his ears immediately turne pink at the sound of the nickname out loud. "…bye."

you wave one last time before hurrying back toward your team, the trophy glinting under the evening sun.

megumi looks down at the paper bag in his hands and smiles just a little.

later, at home, away from prying eyes, he opens the bag and pull out one of the tiny pink cookies and takes a small bite. and takes out his phone.

𑣲chapter 2 | 𑣲masterlist | 𑣲chapter 3

syn. megumi has always been serious and put-together, especially when it comes to his academics... until he verses your school in debate club and practically starts foaming at the mouth when you speak.

cw/tags. nerd!gumi x nerd!reader, debate club, kinda academic rivals but not a lot of rivalry, shy loser virgin failure megumi, popular and confident reader, (can u tell i'm watching horimiya), forced proximity/summer camp romance, dirty/suggestive humour, kys jokes. fanart in banner drawn by me!!

{a/n.} kinda rushed im sowwy i wasn't in a writing mood,, if ur reading this as i'm posting, next 2 chapters will be out in a couple hours !!

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[tootsuro]

you wake up with a skull-splitting hangover and a phone that won’t stop vibrating against your palm.

you groan, eyes still closed, fumbling until you manage to answer.

“—oh thank god you’re alive,” utahime blurts the second the call connects. “where the hell are you? you vanished last night and you haven’t answered your phone once. do you have any idea how worried—”

“utahime,” you mumble, voice rough, tongue thick. “slow down. please. I’m alive. I think.”

you crack one eye open, bracing yourself for the familiar sight of your dorm ceiling. you must’ve blacked out and gone home on autopilot. again.

it wouldn’t be the first time you ditched a party early, curled into your own bed, and slept it off.

except… this isn’t your room.

you push yourself up slightly, the movement sending your head spinning. navy-blue sheets wrinkle beneath your palms. it was definitely not yours. your breath catches as your gaze lands on a broad back in front of you.

his white hair spills messily over a pillow. he groans when you shift, arm instinctively tightening around the space you’d been occupying.

your stomach drops.

then there’s movement on your other side. a quiet, low sound—half sigh, half groan. you turn your head slowly, dread pooling in your chest when you find long black hair fanned across the same navy sheets. geto’s face is peaceful in sleep, lashes resting against his cheeks like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

utahime is still talking, her voice fading into static as realization hits you all at once.

you’re not just in a bed.

you’re in their bed.

“utahime,” you whisper, staring at the ceiling like it might offer answers. after long pause from you, she urged another "what is it?" obviously curious of what you had to say.

“I think I fucked up last night.”

a/n: may or may not continue writing this

update: here is the continuation! mdni

[tootsuro]

in navy blue sheets (that aren’t yours)

continued from this | mdni

“what do you mean?” utahime asks confused, then you just bit your lip when you heard another groan. “look, I’ll tell you everything later okay. I need to go.”

you ended the call with utahime still protesting. your heart starts racing. you force yourself to stay perfectly still, as if that might undo reality. two options present themselves immediately—neither comforting.

option one: slip out quietly. pretend this never happened. avoid eye contact for the rest of the semester. transfer majors, maybe transfer schools. fake your own death.

option two: stay. ask what happened and face whatever terrible, humiliating truth your memory has mercifully blocked out.

you’re still weighing your odds when you feel movement to your right.

you freeze and slowly, you turn your head.

gojo is awake. oh no.

he squints against the light, then rubs his eyes, hair even more chaotic than usual. when his gaze lands on you, his expression softens—not smug, not teasing. it was actually gentle.

“you’re awake?” he murmurs, voice still rough with sleep. he sits up slightly, then smiles like this is the most natural thing in the world. “c’mon, come back to bed, sweetheart. it’s way too early.”

he pats the space between himself and geto, who hasn’t woken yet.

your brain short-circuits.

sweetheart?

come back to bed?

between them?

you swallow hard, suddenly very aware of how warm it is under the blankets and how carefully, deliberately, neither of them is touching you now.

satoru blinks down at you, eyes still hazy with sleep, a lazy smile tugging at his mouth like this is the most natural thing in the world.

you don’t move.

“gojo,” you croak. “why am I here.”

that seems to wake him up a little more.

he hums thoughtfully, then flops back onto the pillows, hands laced behind his head. “ohhh, right. you don’t remember.”

you stomach drops. “remember what.”

from your other side, there’s a low groan. it was deeper and he sounded annoyed.

“you two, too loud,” suguru mutters, voice rough with sleep. “I can’t sleep with you two yapping.”

you nearly jump out of the bed.

gojo laughs immediately, bright and unrepentant. “see? told you.”

you sit up too fast and regret it instantly, head pounding. both of them react at the same time—gojo’s hand steadying your back, geto reaching out with a quiet, practiced ease to keep you from tipping over.

“easy,” suguru says.

you stare at them. “why are you both… so nice right now.”

that earns you matching looks.

satoru tilts his head, blue eyes scanning your face. “do you want the long version or the embarrassing one?”

“…the honest one.”

he grins. “they’re the same.”

suguru sighs but props himself up on one elbow, clearly resigning himself to this. “just tell her.”

“okay, okay.” satoru clears his throat dramatically. “so. last night. party at haibara's place and you show up fashionably late and already pretty drunk.”

“well I didn’t want to go,” you mumble.

“oh, yeah we noticed,” satoru says lightly. “you walked in like you were already mad at every single person in there." this comment made suguru snort.

satoru continues, “you spot us across the room and immediately made a beeline.”

your face burns. “no I didn’t.” your mouth hung ajar, trying to recall that exact moment. you remember bits and pieces.

“you absolutely did,” suguru says. “and you, sweetie, poked my chest. that actually hurt. I think that left a bruise." he adds, rubbing a spot on his chest.

“…I what?”

“then, you asked us,” satoru's says, eyes softening just a bit, “what our problem was.”

you pursed your lips in a thin line trying to suppress your embarrassment.

“…oh.”

satoru shrugs. “which, fair question, honestly.”

“you were already slurring,” suguru adds. “you could barely stand and kept looking around like you’d lost something, darling.”

“my friends,” you whisper.

“yeah,” satoru nods. “you couldn’t find them and your phone was dead, you can't remember their number and then some guys started hovering and—” his smile fades, and his head shook at the memory. “and we didn’t like that.”

suguru picks up from there, voice calm but firm. “so we took you home.”

“to your home,” you say faintly.

“well yeah, here. our apartment,” satoru corrects. “which was probably the safest option. what can we do, sweetheart, you agreed very enthusiastically and repeatedly."

you bury your face in your hands in embarrassment.

“and then,” satoru says, brightening again, “you looked at both of us and went—” he pitches his voice higher, exaggerated. “‘you’re cute. both of you. I don't even know why I hated your guts in class.'"

“oh my god,” you groaned, face reddening even more.

suguru's mouth quirks despite himself. “you tried to climb satoru like a tree.”

“I what—” your eyes widened, already wishing the floor would eat you alive.

“relax,” gojo says quickly, sitting up again. “nothing happened. we stopped you.”

suguru nods. “you weren’t sober. end of discussion.” you didn't know what to feel, if you wanted to crawl into a hole and bury yourself alive or if you should be happy.

you peek up at them, stunned. “you stopped me?”

satoru's expression turns unexpectedly gentle. “of course we did.”

“you kept saying you’d regret it,” suguru adds. “and we didn't want be someone you regretted.”

“…I don’t hate you,” you say quietly. “I just—get intimidated. you both act like you own the room. and you're both really smart and...” you trailed off.

gojp blinks. then smiles, softer this time. “you told us that too.”

“and then,” suguru says, “you cried. for like, ten minutes about midterms.”

“that tracks,” you mutter.

gojo laughs, then nudges you gently. “well, you were really clingy. wouldn't let go of both of us."

“you fell asleep right here,” geto says, gesturing vaguely between them. “you wouldn't budge.”

you swallow, emotions buzzing uncomfortably close to the surface. “oh gosh, I’m sorry.”

“for what?” satoru asks.

“about everything I did last night.”

they exchange a look over your head. a quiet understanding and agreement.

“you’re okay,” suguru says. “really.”

satoru pats the mattress. “so come on, let's go back to sleep. stay, at least until your head stops spinning.”

you hesitate, then slowly lie back down, sandwiched between warmth and steady breathing.

gojo grins, satisfied. “see? not so bad.”

"and if you wake up and decide you still want us, we'll be here." geto says with a menacing grin, adding a wink that made your face heat up again.

you tried to sleep. you really did.

but it’s hard when you’re wedged between two bodies that radiate warmth, when every breath you take feels borrowed from someone else’s space.

you’re facing gojo, close enough that you can count the slow rise and fall of his chest. one of his arms is slung lazily around your waist, loose but certain, like he’d tug you back without even waking if you tried to move away. his white lashes cast faint shadows against his cheeks, and his lips—so plush, so pink, and so unfairly soft-looking—are parted just slightly as he breathes.

you swallow, mouth watering just from staring.

you’d hated him once. or at least told yourself you did. he was too loud and too smug. he's too much.

but now your brain won’t stop wondering what those lips would feel like against yours.

then there’s warmth at the back of your neck. suguru’s breath brushes your nape, slow and steady, the softest ghost of air that still manages to send a shiver straight down your spine. he’s closer than you realized. he's close enough that if you shifted even an inch, you’d feel him fully, unmistakably.

your fingers curl into the sheets.

maybe it’s the leftover buzz in your veins. maybe it’s the safety of being held like this, wrapped in their presence, no expectations and no judgment. or maybe because you three are just waiting for someone to make a move.

so, for the first time since you went to college, you decided to actually take a risk and do something lifechanging (for the good, maybe for the bad, you don't even know. you just wanted to make a change.)

you moved your ass, pressing it close to where you felt suguru's hips were. and you moved your face closer to satoru's.

you saw it, the way satoru's mouth twitched upward.

as you make your move, satoru's eyes flicker open, blue eyes meeting your gaze with a look of surprise that quickly melts into a slow, sensual smile. "well, well, well... looks like someone's feeling adventurous," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with sleep. his hand slides from the back of your neck to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing over your lower lip teasingly.

behind you, suguru stirs, his grip on your waist tightening possessively as he nuzzles into your hair, pulling you closer to him. "mmm, I think our cutie is trying to tell us something," he rumbles, his breath hot against your neck. you can feel the growing hardness pressing against your ass, a testament to his own awakening desire.

satoru leans in closer, his lips a hairsbreadth away from yours. "is this what you want, sweetheart? to pick up where we left off last night?" his words are a low purr, his eyes darkening with lust as they roam over your face, lingering on your parted lips.

your heart races, your skin tingling with anticipation. you nod slightly, your nose brushing against his, your breath mingling with his own. "yes please," you whisper, your voice barely audible but heavy with want.

suguru chuckles softly, his hand sliding up from your waist to cup your breast through your shirt. he squeezes gently, his thumb finding your nipple and rolling it between his fingers, coaxing it to stiffen beneath the thin fabric and making you let out a gasp. "I thought you might say that," he murmurs, his lips grazing the shell of your ear.

satoru takes your hesitation as invitation, closing the remaining distance between you and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. his mouth is every bit as soft and warm as you imagined, his lips moving skillfully against yours as he explores your mouth with a hunger that steals your breath away. you can taste the faint flavor of toothpaste and something uniquely satoru. a heady combination that makes your head spin and your core clench with need.

suguru then takes the opportunity to slip your shirt up and over your head, breaking the kiss only long enough for the fabric to clear your face. he tosses your shirt aside carelessly, leaving you bare from the waist up. his hands immediately find your breasts again, palming the soft mounds, his thumbs immediately find your nipples again, twisting them between his fingers, making you let out a sweet moan that got lost in satoru’s mouth.

satoru groans into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you and settling in your core like a physical ache. he breaks the kiss, only to trail his lips down the column of your throat, "fuck, you taste even better than I imagined," he growls, his hands sliding down your sides to grip your hips possessively.

behind you, suguru's hands skim down your stomach, his fingers dipping teasingly beneath the waistband of your panties. "and you're just as responsive," he murmurs, his lips curving into a wicked grin against your neck. "I can feel how wet you are, sweetheart."

confident enough, you reach out, your hands finding their chests. you can feel the firmness of their muscles, the way they tense beneath your touch. suguru's chest is broader, more muscular, while satoru's is leaner, all hard lines and defined contours but both are warm and smooth.

suguru takes advantage of your distraction, hooking his fingers into your panties and tugging them down your legs. you lift your hips instinctively, helping him remove the last barrier between you and their questing hands. the cool air against your heated flesh makes you shiver, your thighs clenching together for a moment before suguru parts them with his knee, settling between them.

satoru watches, his eyes dark with lust as he takes in the sight of your naked body splayed out between them. "god, you're gorgeous," he breathes, his hand sliding down your stomach to cup your mound. his fingers find your slit, stroking through the slick folds teasingly. "and so fucking wet. is this all for us, sweetheart?"

behind you, suguru nips at your earlobe, his hand sliding around to grip your ass. "we're going to make you feel so good," he promises, trailing kisses down your neck.

satoru parts your slick folds with his fingers, his middle finger delving deep inside you. you gasp, your back arching off the bed as he starts to pump his finger in and out of you, his thumb finding your clit and circling the sensitive nub in tight, teasing circles.

behind you, suguru takes the opportunity to slip a finger into your mouth, you suck his fingers. he pumps it slowly, matching the rhythm of satoru's finger fucking your pussy. "that's it, darling. let us make you feel good," he coaxes, his lips and teeth teasing your shoulder.

satoru leans down, his tongue latching onto one of your nipples before drawing it into his mouth. he sucks hard as he fucks you with his finger, curling it to rub against that special spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

you can feel the hard, hot length of satoru's cock pressing against your hip, the thick shaft throbbing with his heartbeat. behind you, suguru grinds his own erection against the cleft of your ass, the friction delicious and maddening all at once.

"please," you whimper, your hips rolling instinctively to meet their touches, to chase the pleasure they're building inside you. "please, I need... I need..."

"you need to be filled," satoru finishes for you, his voice a low, rough growl. "you need to be stretched around our cocks, need to feel us deep inside this tight little pussy." to emphasize his point, he adds a second finger, pumping them harder, faster, his palm grinding against your clit with every thrust.

behind you, suguru chuckles, the sound dark and filled with promise. "we're going to fill every hole, baby. gonna claim this body in every way possible."

"open your mouth, sweetheart," suguru commands softly, his voice low and heavy with desire.

you obey instinctively, parting your lips to let out a gasp as satoru’s fingers continue to move on your dripping pussy. suguru takes advantage of your open mouth, his fingers gripping your chin to hold you steady as he brings his rigid cock to your lips.

"tongue out, baby," he murmurs, the head of his cock brushing against your bottom lip, smearing the bead of pre-cum that has gathered at the tip. "get a taste of what's to come."

you extend your tongue, your taste buds tingling as the salty-sweet flavor of his arousal explodes across your senses. your lips wrap around the swollen head, your mouth stretching to accommodate his girth as he pushes forward, inch by hard inch disappearing past your lips.

suguru groans, his grip on your chin tightening slightly as he fights the urge to thrust forward, to bury himself to the hilt in your hot, willing mouth. "fuck, that's it," he grunts, his hips rocking subtly, fucking your face with shallow little thrusts that let you feel every throbbing vein and ridge of his thick cock.

under you, gojo’s fingers never stop their relentless pumping, his thumb rubbing tight circles around your clit. "take it, sweetheart. take his cock like a good girl. show him how much you want it."

you moan around the thick flesh stretching your lips, your tongue fluttering along the underside of suguru’s shaft as he starts to thrust faster, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. you can feel him hitting the back of your throat with every pump of his hips, can feel your throat constricting around him, trying to pull him deeper.

suguru’s fingers tighten in your hair, gripping the strands as he starts to fuck your face in earnest, his cock driving in and out of your mouth, your lips stretched wide around his girth. drools starts to leak from the corners of your mouth, your chin and cheeks glistening with saliva and pre-cum as he uses your mouth.

"shit, your mouth feels so good," he grunts, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock deeper down your throat. you can feel the head pushing against the back of your throat with every thrust, making you gag and choke around his thick length.

satoru’s fingers pick up their pace, plunging into your dripping cunt with a speed that has your body shaking.

you moan around geto’s shaft, the obscene sound muffled by the thick flesh stuffed into your mouth. your tongue works the underside, tracing the pulsing veins and ridges, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his arousal.

suguru sets a punishing pace, fucking your face with a intensity that makes your eyes water and your lungs burn for air. but you don't stop him, don't pull away.

he throws his head back, a low groan tearing from his throat as he hilts himself fully in your mouth, his cock pulsing and throbbing, the thick head lodged in the tight passage of your throat. "fuck, I'm going to cum," he warns.

“that's it, sweetheart. cum all over my fingers like the dirty little slut.” you feel your body tensing, your toes curling as the coil of tension in your belly winds tighter and tighter. your pussy clenches around gojo’s plunging fingers, the slick walls fluttering wildly as your orgasm approaches. geto’s cock pulses in your mouth, the thick shaft throbbing against your tongue as he chases his own release.

with a final, brutal thrust, suguru hilts himself fully in your throat, his heavy balls slapping against your chin. "fuck, I'm cumming!" he roars, his fingers twisting almost painfully in your hair as hot, thick ropes of cum shoot down your throat. you feel the liquid heat of his seed filling your throat.

at the same time, satoru pinches your clit hard, the sharp sting sending you hurtling over the edge into ecstasy. your pussy clamps down on his fingers like a vice, rippling and squeezing, letting a scream of pure pleasure errupt from your stuffed mouth, the sound muffled and distorted but unmistakable.

wave after wave of bliss washes over you, your body shuddering and shaking, back arching as your cunt gushes around gojo’s fingers, drenching his hand in your juices. geto grunts and groans above you, his cock pulsing as he slips it out of your dripping mouth.

satoru doesn't let up, continuing to fuck your spasming pussy through your climax, drawing out your pleasure until it borders on pain. suguru’s grip on your hair keeps you in place, holding you steady.

a strand of saliva and cum connects your lips to suguru’s shaft before breaking, allowing him to tuck himself away. satoru slows his movements, his fingers gentling in your over-sensitive flesh.

you collapse back onto the bed, chest heaving, sweat dampening your skin.

“oh, we’re not done yet, sugar.” satoru announces. geto pats his lap, you obey by lifting yourself up and moving to him.

he guides your back to his chest, his hard cock still pulsing and pressing onto your the flesh of your back.

suguru finds your jaw and starts trailing kisses down to your neck and shoulders while satoru busies himself in your mouth. then he leans over one of your nipples before drawing it into his mouth. “mmm, these tits are perfect," he murmurs against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

satoru chuckles darkly. "you like that, sweetheart? you like having both of us all over you, touching you, tasting you?" he purrs, his fingers sliding out of your dripping cunt. he brings them to his lips, making a show of licking your juices from the digits, his eyes never leaving yours.

"delicious. almost as sweet as your pretty little mouth."

with his other hand, satoru grips your hip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lines himself up with your entrance. you can feel the thick head of his cock nudging against your slick folds, the heat of him searing your skin. "I'm going to fuck this tight pussy now," he announces, his voice low and rough with desire. "I'm going to fill you up so good, sweetheart.“

suguru switches to your other breast, his lips and tongue lavishing the same attention on the neglected nipple. he bites down, just hard enough to make you gasp, before soothing the sting with his tongue. then, his hand slides down your stomach, his fingers dipping teasingly into your navel before moving lower, lower, until they're brushing against your slick, swollen lips.

satoru then chooses that moment to thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth, powerful stroke. a guttural moan tears from his throat as your pussy stretches around him, your walls fluttering wildly at the sudden invasion.

a shivering gasp leaves your lips.

“fuck, you're so tight," gojo grunts, his hips already starting to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, setting a hard, deep rhythm. "so fucking perfect and tight and mine."

suguru’s teeth close around your nipple, biting down just hard enough to make you cry out, the sound swallowed by satoru’s lips claiming your mouth in a bruising kiss.

suguru’s fingers then dance over your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, rapid circles. at the same time, gojo pistons his hips, driving into you with deep, powerful thrusts that rock your entire body. the dual stimulation has you seeing stars, your back arching off the bed as you moan into satoru’s mouth.

suguru releases your nipple with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your red, throbbing flesh. "look at you, taking his cock like you were made for it," he praises, his voice a low, approving rumble. "such a good girl for us."

gojo growls into your mouth, his tongue dominating yours, claiming you thoroughly. his hand grips your hip harder, pulling you onto his thrusts, forcing you to take him deeper, harder, faster. the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your moans and the creaking of the bed frame.

suguru’s fingers dip lower, teasing your entrance where satoru’s cock isn't plunging in and out. he gathers your slick arousal, bringing his coated fingers to your lips. "taste yourself, sweetheart," he coaxes, pressing his fingers against your lips.

you part your lips obediently, your tongue darting out to lick his digits clean. the flavor of your own essence explodes across your taste buds, and you can't help but moan at the erotic taste. gojo swallows the sound greedily, his hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm.

"that’s it, baby. taste how sweet you are," geto praises, his fingers sliding from your lips to brush against satoru’s, slick with your juices. "you’re dripping all over his cock. he must feel so good inside this greedy little cunt."

the white haired boy pulls back from the kiss, his eyes dark and wild as he takes in the sight of you, lost in pleasure, fucking yourself back onto his cock with abandon. "fuck, I'm getting close," he grunts, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more urgent. "gonna fill this pussy up. pump you full of my cum."

geto leans in, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear,

his voice drops to a dark murmur, his breath hot against your ear. "and I'm going to watch him do it.“ his hand slides around to grip your ass, squeezing the cheek hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises. "come on, beg for it, sweetheart. beg him to fill you up. let me hear how badly you want it."

gojo snarls, his hips slamming forward with a newfound ferocity. the headboard of their bed slams against the wall with each powerful thrust, the sound echoing through the room like a carnal drumbeat. "I can feel you squeezing me. you want it, don't you? want me to pump you full of my hot, thick cum?"

"yes, please!" you cry out, your voice breaking on a scream as another orgasm crashes through you. your pussy clamps down on satoru’s pistoning cock like a vice, rippling and fluttering wildly around the thick shaft.

"please, fill me up! I want it, I want your cum, please give it to me!"

suguru lets out a groan, his cock throbbing on your back at the erotic sight of you coming undone on satoru’s cock, begging so sweetly for his release. "that’s it, baby. milk his cock. make him give you what you need," he urges, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass.

with another groan, satoru hilts himself inside you, his cock pulsing as he starts to cum. his hot, thick seed shoots deep into your spasming cunt, painting your walls white just like suguru promised. he grinds against your cervix, making sure every last drop takes root inside you.

suguru watches, enraptured, his hand fisting around his own throbbing cock. the sight of you stuffed full of gojo’s cum, your belly slightly distended from the sheer volume, has him panting harshly. "fuck, that's so hot," he breathes, his eyes roaming over your debauched body hungrily. "such a perfect little cum dump for us."

geto’s hand slides up your body, his fingers brushing over your sensitive nipples, making you shiver.

"such a good girl, taking him so well," he praises, his voice rough with lust. "you look so beautiful like this, filled to the brim."

satoru pulls out of you slowly, his cock slipping from your well-used hole with a gush of his cum. he watches, transfixed, as his cum starts to leak out of you, dribbling down the curve of your ass. "fuck, that was intense," he says, his voice wrecked and sated. "you were incredible, sweetheart."

suguru chuckles, his hand sliding down to catch some of the leaked cum on his fingers and pushing it back inside your fluttering pussy.

the gesture making your toes curl. satoru’s watches, his eyes dark and hungry watching you.

"mmm, you look so fucking hot right now," satoru murmurs, his hand coming down to rub the curve of your belly, feeling the slight bulge of his cum inside you. "I can't believe I got to be the one to fill up this perfect pussy first."

"don’t worry, darling," suguru assures, his lips curving into a wicked grin. "I’ll get my turn soon enough. we’re nowhere near done with you yet."

after the steamy fucking the three of you collapse into a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs and satisfied sighs. satoru and suguru sandwich you between them, their strong arms wrapped around you protectively. they stroke your hair, your skin, murmuring words of praise and affection as you all catch your breath.

suguru presses soft kisses to your temple, your cheek, your jaw, his lips lingering on your skin like he's trying to commit the taste of you to memory. "you did so well, sweetheart," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. "took us beautifully, like you were made for this."

satoru nuzzles into your neck, inhaling deeply, breathing in the scent of your hair. "such a good girl," he agrees, his hand cupping your cheek, tilting your face towards him so he can capture your lips in a slow, deep kiss. it’s a kiss full of tenderness and something more, something that makes your heart skip a beat.

they hold you close, their bodies warming you, their hands soothing you as the afterglow settles over you like a cozy blanket. you can feel the steady rhythm of their hearts, hear the even sound of their breathing, and you know that in this moment, you are exactly where you're meant to be.

"rest now, darling," suguru murmurs, his fingers tracing patterns on your hip. "you’ve earned it. we’ll be right here when you wake up."

satoru presses another kiss to your lips, soft and sweet. "sweet dreams, sweetheart. we’ll make sure you're taken care of." he strokes your hair, his touch gentle and soothing.

in the warm cocoon of their embrace, you feel safe, cherished, and utterly content. your eyelids grow heavy, the events of the night catching up to you as you drift off to sleep, surrounded by the two people who have shown you such pleasure, such bliss, such overwhelming ecstasy.

as you slip into slumber, you hear their voices, low and murmured, filled with a tenderness that makes your heart flutter.

"we should do this more often," suguru suggests, a hint of a smile in his voice.

"agree," gojo responds, his hand resting possessively on your hip, claiming you even in sleep.

"but next time, I call dibs on fucking first." suguru says.

"greedy, aren't you?" satoru teases, a hint of laughter in his voice. "alright, but only if I get to watch. I want to see that cute ass jiggle as she bounces on your cock."

"deal," suguru agrees, a grin spreading across his face at the thought of sinking into your tight heat again. "sweet dreams, sweetheart. we’ll be right here when you wake up, ready for round two."

and that’s when it hits you.

maybe you didn’t hate them after all.

maybe you hated how easy it was to feel invisible next to people who seemed so sure of themselves—and how terrifying it was to want to be seen by them anyway.

and you thought to yourself as you feel sleep creeping up to you, the girls are gonna bust a nerve when they hear about this.

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a/n: proofread this tipsy, so prolly still have a lot of typos. happy holidays! also if I tagged aged 17 and below on this, please let me know!

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𝜗𝜚 biting Choso’s biceps! ᕙ(*ˊᵕˋ )ᕗ

cw: he's lowkey a masochist ngl, biting

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Choso is getting a little worried that his girlfriend might be a cannibal. Not because you’re refusing normal food- no, you still load up your morning yogurt bowls with so many berries he’s worried you’ll turn into one yourself, actually- but you’ve recently developed a rather interesting dietary-related habit.

And no, it isn’t a fad diet, you haven’t taken up learning how to professionally bake again (Choso’s glad of that, considering the absolute state the kitchen was in last time you tried to bake profiteroles. He spent hours helping you clean). No, you seem to have developed a certain taste for something else between your teeth… Choso’s biceps.

“Choso, that’s sooo good, baby.” You moan softly, hands wrapped around the sheets as he gently rocks into you from behind. You’re in prone position, something you’ve both taken a liking to recently because it means Choso gets to press his body against your curved back, and you- well.

“Do that th-thing again,” you ask, the request cutting through Choso’s soft groans from behind, “with your arm.”

Choso blushes furiously and his cock twitches inside your silken pussy. “But, baby, I don’t want to hurt you-“

“Do it!” You plead, “please, I need it.” As if to prove a point, you clench yourself around him extra tight and listen to the way his breathing cracks open on a fresh, keening whine. “Okay,” he breathes finally, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “O-okay.”

You feel it before you see it, a wave of bliss easing over you at the feeling of your boyfriend’s warm, firm, ever-so-sexy bicep wrapping around your head. You feel dizzy from happiness at the sensation, Choso’s breathing wonky and heated beside your ear. “Are you okay-“

Chomp!

“A-ah-“ he groans, dropping his clammy forehead forwards. “Fuck, baby, your t-teeth feel so…”

“So what?” You say, moans muffled around the muscle you’re biting into as he continues to ram into your soft pussy from behind. Experimentally, you sink the enamel in a little further and Choso gasps. “So... nice.” He whimpers, “harder.”

You pull back for a second with a soft ‘chu!’, saliva connecting your mouth to his now-indented skin. “You’re such a painslut.” You degrade. Choso shivers and his cock twitches viscerally inside you, the feeling of his wet tip scraping the plushness of your walls amazing. “It’s your fault,” he whines sullenly. “You bit me first.”

"Well I wouldn't keep doing it as hard if my poor, needy Cho wasn't getting off on it." You purr condescendingly. True to your previous actions, you chomp down again and take great joy in the way your boyfriend whimpers. What he also does, whether Choso realises it or not, is shove his skin deeper into your mouth- but in doing so, only tightens the headlock he’s holding you in.

“Mmngh!” You moan squeakily, eyes rolling back in pleasurable joy as Choso’s cock stirs your insides while his arm forces you into place, your jaw stretched open obscenely spittily around his thick bicep. “Cho-“

Or, at least, you try to say his name. It comes out as a garbled little noise, his muscle parting your mouth and pressing into your teeth until it’s sure to leave a decently sized bruise. “Please,” he keeps begging, running the large hand of his unoccupied arm reverently over your side before hooking it under your hip for leverage to fuck into you harder. “Please, bite me more, baby, I love it when it hurts, you know I do-“

“Hnngh!”

Choso's eyes start rolling back. "I love it when you hurt me," he gasps as you keep slobbering and digging your teeth in harder just to hear him whimper and his cock twitch inside you.

“-I love your teeth,” Choso rasps, burying his teary eyes into your skin and kissing messily, “I love the way you can s-see how much you want me just from the fucking marks-“

Your stomach does a humiliating, arousing backflip when you realise he’s still pressing further into your mouth, squeezing your cheeks together like he’s determined to break his skin and leave a few pretty little scars glimmering across his bicep.

Because Choso is still, constantly, rutting into you so desperately, chasing the pleasure that he derives from the mixture of your teeth on his skin and his cock in your warm body, he misses the way you almost scream to warn him about your orgasm. It doesn’t reach his foggy ears in time- you cum kicking your trembling legs, trapped beneath him, loudly sobbing, mouth clamped open around your boyfriend’s bicep.

And then Choso cums, and it’s like something takes over him- he pulls you up, until your back is flush to his toned front; and keeps fucking you upright in that same sinful headlock as earlier as his other arm grips your waist to keep you there like you're a paper doll. You gasp, tears streaming down your face from both stimulation and the absolute joy of his stinging bicep being between your sadistic teeth. “I’m sorry-“ he sobs into your ear, “but I n-need this.”

You don’t protest, body limp and sweaty and still sparkling with arousal and slick. You part your mouth as wide as it will go and sink your teeth in once more- this time, you aren’t sure if the iron you taste is from his bicep finally bleeding or your own lips cracking from his long they’ve been held open like this. Choso cums in absolute buckets, heavy and thick wads of white that drip out of your bared pussy obscenely onto the tangled sheets below. You’re still pulled up against him by the time he’s quaking through the aftershocks.

“Oh, baby.” He apologises immediately, laying your spent body down onto the bed. "I'm sorry, you did so well, you're so sweet." You wonder how he can even say that at the huge mess you've decorated across his skin; or at least you're assuming there's a mess, because your eyes are firmly shutting ecstasy as you lie out in front of your naked boyfriend.

Choso coos at you so softly it's like he's speaking to a small, nervous kitten. Which he sees you as most of the time, his preciously perfect girlfriend with sparkly eyes and comfy thighs- but you also happen to possess a terribly sharp set of teeth. “Look what you did, baby.”

You follow Choso’s blushing, pleased gaze down to the rows of crescent teeth marks on his bicep, glowing little dents in the perfect muscle that make you gasp and sit up. “Oh my god, that was me?” Then, a nasty little grin breaks into your face. “Hey, better than a hickey. Now, be a good boyfriend and do my thighs to match?”

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a/n: oh I’m so miserable I’d love to have somebody’s bicep around my head one day somebody let me know if it's worth it :(( also this is kinda short because I had this idea and HAD to get it out

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[blackwatersinkingship]

When I finish this whale shark lamp all 4 of you are gonna be So I'm pressed

[blackwatersinkingship]

She glows now, just so you know, and she's full of string deliciöusee string

[god-sent-gender-bent]

Are you gonna show us the lamp? 👀

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Good news! Whäle shark lämp 🥰

[hollyevolving]

A lot more than 4 of us are impressed

[mimosa-sexypeople-contests-2026]

I wanna lick it