"you're such a god damn brat.." megumi huffed sternly, another crack of his hand struck your ass. "I told you to stop fucking squirming." he reminded in an annoyed tone, smoothing the palm of his hand over your now reddened skin, before another punishing slap landed on your ass.
you bit your lip, tears stinging your eyes as it took everything in you to not squirm in megumi's lap. he had absolutely had it with you today, your bratty behavior getting on his last nerve. you'd been teasing him relentlessly, taking everything he did and said as a joke.
he told you multiple times that he had a very important virtual meeting over the course of a few days, explicitly telling you that he needed absolute privacy for the duration of the meeting.
of course, you remembered what he said, but you didn't care. you ended up sneaking into the shared at home office, sucking your boyfriend off under the desk and challenging him to stay quiet.
it was entertaining to watch him cum and struggle to keep a straight face, but it was not entertaining to him. after the stunt you pulled, he didn't want to be bothered by you for the next few hours. you thought he was being dramatic, continuing to tease him for the next several minutes about how hard he got, and how fast he came, mocking the subtle moans he let out when he thought he was being quiet.
megumi could deal with a lot of frustrations, but you sometimes itch the nerve deep within him. that landed you here in his lap, stripped naked while he remained fully clothed. another devastating blow landed on your sensitive flesh, a strangled moan leaving your lips as his hand moved from your plush cheek to your neglected slick pussy.
"fucking soaked." he muttered, fingers trailing your slick folds before landing a quick slap on your pussy, your juices shooting up his wrist, scoffing as you let out another pathetic moan. "you're seriously getting off on this? you disgust me." he said harshly, even though you both knew he didn't truly mean it.
he shoved two fingers inside your aching cunt without warning, curling them into your sweet spot with each thrust.you trembled in his lap, moaning loudly into the bed comforter from his intense fingering, arousal instantly coating his skilled digits and making every push forward ring with a squelch!
megumi could hardly stand anything about you in this moment, free hand cupping your neck with a gentle squeeze, enough to restrict airflow but not cause any real pain. "shut the hell up. if i couldn't be vocal, neither can you."
now it's his turn to be a pain in the ass, fingers speeding up inside your spasming walls despite telling you to stay quiet just moments earlier. your legs kicked behind you, struggling to stay still and quiet from the intense pleasure your boyfriend was giving you.
his fingers were curling just right, hot pleasure blooming in your cunt, making it virtually impossible to stay still. your body lurched forward off instinct, back arching in the process, your body unsure about wanting to stray from your boyfriend's talented fingers or arch into them.
megumi scoffed above you, pulling his digits from your slick pussy to grip your hip, pulling you back firmly into his lap. "I told you stop squirming. you don't ever listen." he said condescendingly, another slap landing on your ass.
he tutted at your cry, palm flat and kneading your cheek, almost in a soothing manner. "my poor baby...does it hurt? maybe if you'd listen once in a while, we wouldn't be here right now." he finished, mock sympathy laced in his tone before another punishing slap landed on your ass.
"fuck! megs..'m sorry—i'm sorry." you moaned, cunt pulsing in need, desperate for his fingers to stuff you once more. megumi's fingers trailed teasingly along your slit, settling to rub dizzying circles on your clit. you let out a drawn out moan, pussy fluttering and clenching around nothing from his skilled fingers flicking your clit.
"yeah, I'm sure you are." he responded sarcastically between clenched teeth, cock twitching in his pants as you struggled to speak from the pressure of his hand gripping your throat. he knew you wanted his fingers back snug into your cunt, he just wanted to see if you would actually beg for it.
a weak, small moan escaped your lips, toes curling as his fingers on your clit never slowed. "megumi...I'm sorry..I'll be good from now on, I swear...please let me have your fingers." you begged quietly, making sure to not squirm to anger him. bingo.
megumi's fingers stopped once more, now resting on your puffy, sensitive clit. "you think you deserve my fingers, to cum? but you've been so bad..." he started in mock coo, his hand on your throat leaving to rest in your hair, chuckling as you nodded. "you say that every time, don't you?" he hummed, fingers easily slipping back into your slick cunt.
"so needing, I've spoiled you rotten, huh?" he whispered, shaking his head softly as his fingers picked up the punishing pace from earlier, fingers stretching you out and prodding around at your sweet spot. you mewled, louder moans falling from your lips as megumi finally gave grace on your airways.
your slick began to dribble down his wrist, walls spasming and sucking his fingers in deeper from your impending orgasm. your boyfriend could never stay mad at you for long, which is why he's letting you grind back onto his thrusting fingers. his hand soothing your hair as he curled his fingers inside you, just the way you like.
your thighs grew tense, orgasm building fast as megumi shoved his fingers deeper, reaching spots you never could on your own. his pointer finger reached forward, drawing circles on your puffy clit as your moans grew in volume. "you gonna cum? go ahead, show me how sorry you are."
your entire body trembled, letting out a loud, drawn out moan into the comforter as you came. your cum shot out in violent, euphoric pulses, spraying and soaking megumi's rolled up sleeve and arm. he choked back a moan of his own, fingering you through your orgasm until every last drop came out.
megumi's eyes widened, complete look of disbelief as his cock twitched violently in his pants. you just squirted, everywhere.
the bed was ruined, comforter soaked with your squirt, leaving you panting and shaking in his lap from the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. megumi smoothed a hand down your bare back, comforting you with words of affirmation and gentle touches.
you've been a brat and you still got to cum. he's truly gotten you spoiled.
jock bf!yuji itadori who won't stop till you squirt for him.
c.w. mdni, dubcon, fingering, squirting, pussy slapping, overstimulation, slight anal, rimming, slight dacryphilia, aged up yuji, mean yuji, college au.
art by kcokaine_ on x
The air in your dorm is thick enough to choke on, smelling like heavy sweat and the salt of your own arousal.
Yuji’s weight is an absolute, crushing force, his massive jock frame pinning you into the mattress like you’re nothing.
He’s got you folded nearly in half, your knees tucked tight against your chest, and he’s using one heavy forearm to press your hips down, effectively trapping you so you can’t even squirm away from the onslaught.
He’s been on a mission all week.
He’s been obsessed, driven by this single, hungry goal to see you truly lose it, to see you squirt for him.
He’s made you spray before, but it’s always been a tease, a small, pathetic little spurt that dies the second your orgasm takes over, and your muscles tighten up.
But today? Today, he’s decided he’s not stopping until he’s absolutely drenched.
"Look at you," he grunts, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. "So fucking needy. You’ve been leaking for me all day, haven't you?"
He doesn't wait for an answer. His hand, thick and warm, is buried deep inside you.
He’s got three fingers shoved in, pumping them in and out with brutal efficiency.
Every time he pulls back, there’s a loud, wet pop!, followed by the sickeningly sweet squelch! of your juices being churned up.
He’s bullying your walls, stretching them, his calloused fingertips finding that exact, spongy spot that makes your vision go blurry.
"There it is," he murmurs, his eyes wide and fixated on your slit. "I can see it. You're gonna gush for me today, baby. You're gonna fucking flood me."
He picks up the pace, his thumb hooking over your clit and grinding in frantic, heavy circles while his fingers hammer into your soaking cunt. The friction is intense, a building pressure in your lower belly that feels like a dam about to burst.
You’re sobbing, your head tossing back as you moan his name, your voice cracking.
"Yuji, please!"
He hits it.
He finds the rhythm perfectly, a deep, driving thrust that hits the sweet spot with unerring accuracy.
Your entire body jolts, and suddenly, a hot splash of fluid erupts from you, hitting his cheek and chin with a messy splat.
You scream, a high, broken sound of pure pleasure, as your orgasm crashes over you.
But as the initial spray dies down and your pussy begins to spasm and tighten, the heavy flood he was waiting for never comes.
You’re just...spent.
Yuji freezes, the hot liquid dripping down his jaw.
He lets out a long, disappointed huff, his lips pulling into a pout that’s almost adorable if he wasn't so goddamn mean. He looks down at your pussy and the sheet beneath, which is slick but not nearly as soaked as he wanted it to be.
"Fuck," he mutters, his voice a mix of frustration and hunger. "Just a little spray again? Really, baby?"
He doesn't pull away, though. Instead, he leans in, his eyes darkening again as he stares at your trembling, swollen folds. He shifts his weight, his large hand gripping your thigh to hold you open even wider.
"Don't think you're getting off that easy," he growls, a determined grin returning to his face. "We're doing it again. I'm gonna make you gush if it's the last thing we do today."
And then he's diving right back in.
You’re a complete mess, your voice raw from screaming and your nerves frayed to the point of snapping.
Every time he dives back in, it’s too much. The sensation is so sharp, so overwhelming, that you start frantically shaking your head, your hands weakly pushing at his massive shoulders.
"Yuji, stop please, it’s too much! Stop, stop!" you sob, the words tripping over each other as you beg him for a moment of peace.
But he’s in the zone. He’s a jock on a mission, and he’s not listening to your whining. He leans down, his face burying into your heat as he latches his mouth onto your clit, sucking it hard and hungry.
The combination of his wet, heavy tongue and his fingers hammering inside you is pure sensory overload. You’re wailing, your hips jerking uncontrollably, but he just seems to get more determined.
Finally, he huffs, a sound of pure frustration.
"God, you're such a brat, whining like that when you're this close," he grumbles, pulling his mouth away.
Before you can even catch your breath, his large, heavy hand comes down in a sharp, stinging crack! right across your swollen, weeping pussy.
"Ah!" The sound that leaves your throat is half sob, half scream.
The sting is sudden and hot, but as the slap lands, the impact triggers something deep inside. A small, desperate spurt of fluid rips out of you, splashing against his hand.
Yuji freezes.
He stares down at your pussy, red, swollen, and angry looking from the friction and the slap as it quivers and pulses, completely drenched in your slick.
A slow, realization filled grin starts to spread across his face. He looks like he just discovered a cheat code.
"Wait..." he breathes, his eyes blown wide.
He doesn't hesitate. He brings his hand down again, a heavy, stinging slap that makes your vision swim. Crack!
Another spurt of heat shoots out of you, a messy little jet that hits his knuckles. You’re crying now, the overstimulation turning the pleasure into something almost painful, a dizzying ache that won't let up.
"Yuji, no! Please, it hurts ah!"
Crack!
He does it again, and again, his hand landing with rhythmic, stinging force.
Each slap coaxes another frantic, involuntary spurt from your soaking slit. You’re sobbing, your legs trembling so hard they’re practically vibrating, begging him to stop.
A manic sort of excitement lights up his eyes, a predatory glint that tells you he’s finally cracked the code and he’s going to milk every single drop of pleasure out of your body if it kills him.
"I got you," he rasps, his voice thick with a terrifying sort of triumph. "I fucking got you, baby."
He doesn't give you a second to recover from the stinging heat of the slaps.
He dives back in with a renewed, violent energy, his massive fingers plunging deep into your soaking, overstimulated cunt.
He’s bullying your walls, his fingers grinding ruthlessly against that spongy, sensitive spot he’s been hunting all day. At the same time, he latches his mouth back onto your clit, his tongue swirling and sucking with a heavy, wet intensity that makes your entire lower half feel like it’s on fire.
It’s too much. The stinging from the slaps, the deep, stretching pressure of his fingers, and the relentless, hungry suction of his mouth. You’re a sobbing, twitching mess beneath him, your hips jerking as you try to find air.
He’s pumping his fingers at a ridiculous, blurring speed, the sound of it that heavy, frantic squelch! squelch! squelch! filling the room and drowning out your cries. He’s driving you toward the edge with a single minded focus, his eyes never leaving your pussy, watching for the exact moment the tension snaps.
Suddenly, he pulls back enough to give you room to breathe, but he stays hovering close, his face inches from your heat. He wants to watch. He wants to see the exact moment you shatter.
"There it is," he growls, his eyes blown wide as he watches your slit begin to quiver and swell, the pressure building to a breaking point.
"Show me. Give it to me, baby!"
The tension in your lower belly reaches an unbearable peak.
"Ah ! Yuji, please ngh, ahhh!" You let out a broken, high pitched moan, your back arching as far as it could.
Just like every other time, the orgasm hits you with a sudden, sharp intensity, and a small, pathetic little spurt of fluid escapes your slit.
But as soon as that first tiny spray leaves you, Yuji strikes. He doesn't let the momentum die; instead, he brings his heavy hand down, slapping harshly at your clit before his fingers begin rubbing it with a frantic, punishing speed.
"That's it! Don't stop! Keep going!" he roars, his voice thick with pure, unadulterated greed.
And then, the world finally breaks.
It isn't a spray. It isn't a tease. It is a long, steady burst of fluids that erupts from inside you, a fountain of slick that sprays in every direction.
You let out a sound that isn't even human a sobbing wail of pure ecstasy that tears from your throat as the fluid gushes out of you in a relentless stream.
"Og god! Ahh! F-fuck! Fuck Fuck!!!" You're screaming, your voice cracking, your entire body convulsing in the climax so massive it feels like your soul is being squeezed out of you.
"Yuji! Yuji! It’s ngh, ahhh!"
The fluid hits everything his hands, his chest, the sheets, the air itself as you squirt like a goddamn fountain, your pussy unable to stop the flood.
Yuji is grinning like a man who has just won the lottery, his face flushed and his eyes wild with triumph. He’s practically vibrating with excitement, watching the way you're being absolutely wrecked because of him.
"Fuck! You did it! You fucking did it, baby!" he shouts, his voice a triumphant growl.
He doesn't even wait for the pulsing to slow. He pulls his hand back, clearing a path so he can lunge forward, latching his mouth directly onto your soaking, drenched pussy.
He drinks you in greedily, his tongue lapping up the endless stream of your nectar, his face glistening and messy as he devours every single drop of the fountain you've become.
You are a shivering wreck, your body still twitching from the aftershocks of a climax so intense it felt like your very bones were melting. You’re sobbing, the tears flowing down your temples and soaking into the pillow just as steadily as the hot, messy fluid continues to weep from your exhausted pussy.
Every time you think the sensation is fading, another small, involuntary pulse sends a fresh trickle onto Yuji's face, only making him lap harder out of joy.
Yuji is relentless. He doesn't let you rest, his tongue working with a starving hunger as he licks you clean, drinking up the remnants of your fountain until your slit is finally beginning to settle.
He’s a mess, his chin and cheeks are glistening with your scent.
But he isn't done. Not by a long shot.
Before you can even catch a single, his large, calloused hands are on your hips. With the effortless strength of an athlete, he hauls you up, flipping you over until you’re braced on your elbows and knees.
You’re panting, your head hanging low, your muscles feeling like jelly, but he doesn't give you a second to recover.
He reaches down, his thick fingers hooking into the flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks wide to expose your quivering holes to him.
"God, you're so fucking soaked," he grunts, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that makes your stomach flip.
"Let's see if we can make you squirt from anal, too."
Your eyes go wide, a fresh wave of panic and arousal hitting you all at once. "Yuji wait, no, ah!"
He doesn't wait. He dives in, his warm, wet tongue dragging a long, slow stripe right over your puckered entrance.
The sensation is completely different sharper, more invasive, and so incredibly intense that the overstimulation from your previous orgasm carries forward, spurting out a little more liquid across his jaw as he smirks.
"Ngh! Ahhh! Yuji, stop, it's too much!" You cry out, your voice trembling as you desperately try to reach your hands behind you.
You're trying to grab his wrists, to pull him away, to shield yourself from the sheer, overwhelming sensation of him rimming your ass so hungrily.
But you're too weak, your arms shaking as you reach blindly through the haze of your own tears, your fingers only brushing his skin before he pushes deeper, his tongue swirling and probing with a focus that tells you he’s just getting started.
Synopsis. Control his jujutsu powers when he first puts it in? Impossible.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Kashimo x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, when it’s so good he loses control, ínnapropríate use of jujutsu, GOJO’S POWERS, rough s, matíng presses, Geto’s tentacIe curse, true form Sukuna, dp, cervíx kíssing, marathons, ratio technique, unlimited void, creampíes, cúmplay, chokíng, FÉRAL men, dúmbifícation, exhíbitíonism (Higuruma), pet names, swéaring.
A/N. KASHIMO MADE THE CUT YEAHHH-
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - P*SSY KlLLER?!
“Please- ngh, Toji—” You can’t help but trill at the sloppy movements of Toji’s tongue, swipin’ and slurping it’s way carnally between your slick, dribbling folds.
The slimy end of his muscle curves in just right past your entrance and you find yourself sobbing, gushing out the creamy remnants that Toji had pumped you oh-so-full with just mere minutes prior. And he’s parched.
Smacking his scarred, puckered lips whilst they stick with his seed like a white gloss, watching you only grow wetter and he’s gasping—“Oh.”
Mossy eyes drooping, swollen length spent n’ still aching.
Just about the only guttural noise he can make, the only thing he can even register before creeping two calloused hands underneath your boneless thighs. “A-again.” Toji pants out, hypnotized. Manhandling - barely even realizing the superhuman strength he’s using to pliably bend your knees up, up, up to your heaving chest.
“B-but Toji–” You’re nervously eying the poor, sagging bedframe. “You broke the bed-”
“And?”
It doesn’t matter how many times he’s stretching out your walls to the extreme with his red, hard cock, how many times he’ll be eagerly eating your dripping pussy out with all his cum - Toji Fushiguro will always want more.
Will always feel the crowned tips of his digits twitching with need already, digging a few blossoming bruises along your cute inner thighs. Letting out a sultry breath of ‘fuck’ before in a split-second you’re reeling with the whiplash of being shoved down onto your hardwood floors.
Off the bed, at his mercy.
With Toji’s big, beefy biceps cushioning the impact to your body, he’s pinning your squirming hips down with his v-line and snarling- “Here-” The curvaceous tip of his shaft so scorching hot and wet where he’s rubbin’ straight down your slit in impatient gyrations, “Again. Right here.”
“O-on the hngh- floor–?”
“Bed’s broken, doll.” All the explanation that Toji’s granting you with, hovering so tall and proud between your legs.
If he needed only half of his heavenly restriction to shatter your mahogany bed, then he didn’t even need a fraction of that to nudge your jittery legs apart. Coating your outer pussy with an opaque glaze of pre, Toji spanks the bulbous underside of his cockhead and grins at the puddle he’s smearing down your thighs.
And just that first, squelching smooch from the top of his strawberry shaft to your teary orifice makes the hulking man shiver. Makes him pant.
Makes him slouch until you were caged by his meaty chest, draaaagging his caramel-salted lips across your own, “But I’m not.”
And then he’s easing in.
“Sh-shit.” Your numbing legs can’t even thrash, can’t even move with the full weight of him pressing into you. The stretch of his utterly fat, bulging cock was so much that your spine’s pushing you up against his every ridged ab, gripping onto Toji’s muscular back for dear life.
Easing and easing- more like rummaging. Rough, forceful ruts of his bulging crown that’s swabbing right ‘round your hole. He’s so thick that even the softest, sweetest clench makes Toji throw his perspired head back and hiss with sensitivity.
SLAM!
“Oh.” The surface beneath you thunders dangerously with the vibrato of his left hand striking down on the floor. Grunting, “Don’t tap out-”
Roaming one of his thick thumbs between your legs, Toji’s further prying apart your sappy folds with a drawn-out sluuuurp to stretch your cunt. Making sure you gulp down each single, barreling inch. “Don’t run.”
And that groaned warning was targeted at the way your jittery legs had started to plant down on the floor and push.
Unsure of whether to run or swerve your hips back for more, more, more.
You’re sobbing, the prettiest hitch in your voice that makes his heavy cock jolt. Feeling a fresh few dewdrops of precum sprinkle all the way near your throat. “It’s just s-shooo big, Tooooji–”
Toji’s hooded eyes dilate until he’s looking feral, such a vulgar grin plastering across his lips once he’s giving you a wild buck at your cries. “Ohhhh– come- hah! come back here, mama.”
Calloused, mean fingertips curl over your gulping throat to haaaul you all the way back down the floor. Swatting your ass against the messily tufted darkness of his happy trail, veins popping up down his arms. He looked so unfairly hot with pearls of sweat twinkling down his temple, greedy gaze half-hidden through his bangs. “No runnin’.”
You couldn’t run away even if you tried.
He had you pushed into the sloppiest mating press, scooped up in his arms until all you could feel was his bullying, fattened cock.
“Mmm— hngh! Toji, you’re in so d-deep!” And Toji’s giving a thorough push that has his puckered pink tip lodging all the way into your cervix, the texture of his zig-zagging veins making your knees weak. “S-so full.”
“Riiiight? Again- again.”
And it wasn’t just his full cock splitting your insides, you’re hiccuping after each syrupy splosh of his cum pooled within you. Slick strands of seed leaking out of your slit and gluing your thighs together like adhesive-
“Need it all inside.” Or, at least, it would’ve if it wasn’t for the way that Toji’s hand lifts briefly off of your throat to smear over that overspilling mess. Drenching the pads of his fingers with a frothing of white he shovels between your gasping maw– “Again. Need to…”
Dazed. He trails off, glassy green eyes drifting down to concentrate on your tummy - your womb. Like he could see something you didn’t.
Moaning, Toji’s rugged cadence shifts like lightning to precisely strike your quivering g-spot. Looking down at you with the most lecherous pussydrunken grin whilst you tremble, “-breed you, doll.”
Ah- there.
“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck- think you already hngh- have–!” You’re whining, flinching at the sudden sizzling somewhere above your head.
“Not enough.”
And it’s only then that you realize that Toji’s simply hoisted his other hand off of the wooden ground to reveal a burning handprint. A crater. “Heh- broke the ngh- floor, too.”
That very same powerful palm clinging on instantly to the side of your hips once Toji curves your gyratin’ tempo to directly match his. Lifting you nearly into midair, he’s using you like some cute, glorified doll to plant hit after hit on your bruising g-spot.
Over n’ over, no one’s ever treated your pussy like this before - like his own personal dartboard, and he was hitting every bullseye. “Fuck- i-it’s so much–”
Slide-slide-sliiiiding the ridge of his mushroomy tip down that splotchy area you loved so much, “Not enough-” And you’re feeling a shockwave run down your spine at the way big, bad Toji Fushiguro sounded on the verge of tears. Breath hitched, tone octaves higher. “More need- more.”
“P-please-” You’re strangling out the same set of syllables again and again into his scorched red ear, tangling your fingers across the flexing knots of his deltoids-
And Toji, oh- Toji’s letting goosebumps line the middle of his broad back at the touch. Immediately snatching your hands with his sap-soaked one, “Like haaa- feelin’ me, huh?”
You could feel the power radiating underneath, could feel his rapid, rabbity heartbeat as he gropes your hands all over him. “F-feel me then. This body.” Punctuated with thrust by thrust, your eyes roll backwards as you feel his spherical circumference bruise deep against your womb. “This cock.”
From every strong tendon, to his tensed ladder-like abs, to the valley of his shuddering pecs— your mouth waters at the feeling of his muscles.
Even more so when he lazily wraps your fingers around his throat- “Choke me, mama.”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - 7:3 Fuck-nique
“R-rough…?”
And it takes everything in Nanami Kento’s strong, battle-worn body to keep his voice steady for you, feeling the raw swipe of his blushing tip past your pussylips and already hissing.
Parched Adam’s apple bobbing with a few strangled coughs, “My wife wants it–” His half-lidded gaze locks on your face, your spit-glossed mouth already dropping into a pretty, cockdrunken ‘oh’ as you nod over your shoulder. “-rough.”
In lewd response, your soppy cunt only squelches out a few dollops of glazing slick. Slipping down the sides of Nanami’s swollen shaft and making his puffy veins glisten in the dim lighting, “You’re probably stressed after that hah- jujutsu mission today, Ken–” Your fingers start caressing a soft massage into his tense forearms, “You can take it out on- ngh…me.”
Oh.
If he hadn’t lost his sanity before then he sure has now.
And Nanami’s thick, ravenous fingertips brush your thighs and twitch with primal strength. It only takes a split second - barely even a nanosecond - for him to pick your jittery limbs up and push push push down.
To fold you into the world’s meanest doggy style while you whine. “My pretty wife wants it rough…”
The only thing sweeter than his cooing, deep tone was the saccharine kiss he’s planting down on your entrance with his cherry-red tip. “-then you’re gonna get it-” The single nicest thing Nanami gifts before mercilessly pinning your hips down with his weight and siiiiinking in with a primal noise. “-rough, my love.”
“Fuck-” Your eyes roll back at the sudden stretch, the pryin’ intrusion of his barreling girth sticking against your walls like a second skin. Stretching n’ stretching. “Oh my– mmm, Kento!”
Nanami swears he’s trying to hold back, he swears he’s trying to keep himself under control when he first puts it in.
But the tiniest glide of his sensitive pink slit across your glossy insides and he’s gnawing down on the inside of his cheek, letting out a sharp gasp. “Oh.” Before shoving your arched spine down and rutting-
“Oh fuck-” You’re yelping, feeling the bullying push of his crowned tip brush near your fucking lungs. His bulging shaft swabbing every tiny crevice to mush, “You’re in so- you’re- hck! Kentoooo–!”
And the only thing you can say is Nanami’s damn name.
The only thing stringing together in the heaping mess of what used to be your brain as he reaches over with his towering frame. Thighs against shaky thighs, fat cock against your sloped pussy.
Pushing and pushing with a few vulgar strokes until you hear faint pops! of your joints. Using his inhuman strength, your husband’s cradling your hips- the only thing holding you up whilst he hauls over one of his meaty thighs n’ presses down on your lower spine with his knee.
Bending you, stretching you.
“Shit- shit, m’sorry, darling.” Puffs out his sweltering gust of a gasp against the back of your neck, Nanami’s grip on you bruising while he tries to steady himself. His sanity.
You’re so soft n’ warm- it feels like heaven, and he’s trying to ease his bulbous tip back for your pussy to get used to. Spraying out a fountain of pre as he pulls out– and then gyrates down a slow, sensual thrust all the way from his reddened mushroom tip down to about halfway, sweetly. “Hate to knock you around- fuck. I can’t have you hurt, my love. Forget going rough, relax f’me and I’ll- I’ll…”
But you don’t relax.
You do the exact opposite - you clench.
And oh- oh, Nanami’s shattered.
He can’t even think, can’t even remember to breathe before there’s a sudden surge of tightness in the heady air. Your irises blinking at the millisecond of flashing black and red light- before disappearing all the way into the depths of your skull once Nanami twitches.
Like a madman, he’s bashing your poor g-spot dead-on - and the sheer force of it is so strong that you’re feeling your toes curl, vision blurring.
His plump, puckered tip wedges right into that sweet spot in your walls, hard enough that it leaves your cunt stinging with a bruise the size of his fat circumference. Once. And then again, in a rough, ragged drill of his toned hips.
A bullseye- thrice. A hatrick.
“Oh- right- there- mmm–” You don’t even need to say it, because Nanami’s striking three direct hits each second, his cadence sloppy. Fast. Hard.
“Look at thaaaat–” Croons out a scratchy bass from above, and it takes you a few blinks of your wet lashes to realize that the one talking was your husband. He’s never sounded this raspy, this ruined. “-you’ve got me a-all worked up n’ now…”
Comically, your pupils are swirlin’ in circles inside of your eyes with each whack! whack! whack!
Spittle dangling out like he’d just opened a floodgate the moment there’s another flash, and then a sizzling drag of his split-ended crown weepily pressing on your g-spot, precisely.
Your bleary gaze adjusts to the flickering bedroom lights as Nanami carries out his sultry pace, gasping. “W-wait did you just- fuck!” And again, the air pressurizes against your skin as he’s drilling into you animalistically. Filthy half-thrusts that leave your g-spot aching, your ass scratched with his tawny happy trail. “Kento, did you just use- ngh- black flash?”
“Hmmm–?”
Mewling, “Thrice?”
“Oh.” He’s so damn pussydrunk he didn’t even realize, didn’t even register the cursed energy zapping from the ends of his fingers and down to your restless body.
Dazed, Nanami experimentally creeps down his fingertips to give your perky clit a squeeze– and watches in awe once you’re writhing n’ singing out the cutest whines at the vibrations of jujutsu.
Thrice, huh? Without even knowing - just using his powers to reach your most favorite spot like he knew you wanted.
Your husband pushes up the drooping metal frames of his glasses and almost wishes he didn’t- the sultry sight of your pussy too much for him. All bulging and quivering to oh-so-desperately take his entire barreling size, he can’t help but give you a rewarding little smooch of his curvaceous cockhead.
Letting the slick syrup of his pre dribble allll out of your folds at the sheer volume, “B-black flash…so I did, my love.” That ratio technique coming in way too fucking handy to measure out where your g-spot was, Nanami lays his knee down deeper at the base of your back n’ lets your boneless body sag. “And she liked it.”
Deep down into the mattress he was fucking you into, deep down into where he was letting his powers spark with another flash.
“Oh- I’m–” Your mouth gapes haplessly back n’ forth, no sound dragging out because Nanami’s pounding every ounce of breath from your lungs with a single more thrash into your tenderest area.
A fourth black flash - his record.
The black and red light dotting behind your eyelids once his strawberry divot comes hammering against your g-spot and pushing - a slip n’ slide that drags his ridged, veiny shaft down your walls and hitting your spongy cervix with a thwack!
Reeling you straight over the edge before you’ve even realized what’s happening.
Eyes clenched, body shiver, maw hanging open upon the torrents of spittle- You’re throwing your head back and sobbing in carnal bliss as Nanami shifts his body closer.
Jujutsu crackling out of him in oodles, it twitches out of his touch and leaves your swollen lips stinging once Nanami cranes over to lap away your goblets of drool with his tongue.
“F-four.” He grumbles, low. Almost in disbelief. Almost gone. Letting the slimy curve of his tip probe thoroughly into your exact bundle of nerves, “Let’s break my record, darling.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - Tentacular.
“Keh– so damn messy.” Geto whispers, feeling the soggy wetness of your cunt open ‘round his bulbous tip. That cherry pink curve piercing its way just past your clamping entrance, “This is what you wanted- right, gorgeous? This…”
And he doesn’t finish the tail end of his sentence - he doesn’t have to.
Because you’re feeling it, instead. That sudden, slimy tendril slipping over your slick-glossed inner thighs. Kissing just the puffy outer edge of your pussy as Geto sinks in-
“Oh- oh!” You’re gurgling back a moan at the reddish coil of your boyfriend’s tentacle curse, one he’d summoned hours ago and was teasing you with ever since.
Letting the pointed tip of one tendril slip n’ slide playfully down your stuffed slit as he stays torturously still, edging you with flicks of pleasure that have you keening. Squirming endlessly, “Puh-please! Wan’ more- Suguru, more.”
“Ah ah, gorgeous–” And fuck- Geto Suguru has the audacity to bring the biggest, fattest one of the eight cursed tentacle meanly spanking down on your drivelling slope. Letting a wet thwack! sing out into the heady air while you sob out– “You can’t be heh- whining like that. Use your big girl words.”
“But- but-”
But you couldn’t - not when Geto was prying you open like this.
Not only was his hard, reddened cock massively big, letting his plump girth roam around your glazed insides- he’d managed to slip in one of those cloyingly sticky tentacles, too.
Just the first few inches of its curly tress, spreadin’ your folds apart until Geto could let his girthy cock sink allll the way in. His size was just so damn staggering that you’re finding your head dizzy, the sheer stretch having you tumbling your sweaty scalp back into the futon-
“Manners manners.”
For only a split-second, before he’s crawling himself forwards, two of those dextrous tentacles following you to lift your head up. “Look at me when I ngh- put it in.” Hazed amethyst peripheries locked on you, “And tell me- haaaa- tell me what you want.”
Mewling each time his rock-hard length and a singular tendril bully inside to push the button of your g-spot. Rubbing it sensually, crowning it with a sleek frosting of buttery pre, “I— hck! Sugu, I– mmm, right there.”
“Awww, my poor girl can’t even speak.” Geto’s cooing down at you, tone ragged. It’s not like he was doing any better- fuck, he really wasn’t.
He was just shivering at the warm gushing of your wet cunt, so soft and blissful that he can’t even put it in at first without losing control of his powers.
The tentacle curse was unplanned. You and that sweet pussy liking it was even more unplanned.
And Geto lets his meaty thighs widen with an out-of-control pound that leaves your inner-thighs stinging, he’s holding back his hitched breath. Blinking away the lusty haze in his vision, swabbing your orifice with yet another rut after rut like a madman.
“Heh– and yer legs are s-sooo weak.”
You’re flinching once two more tentacles coil in rings around both of your jittery legs and leave them hanging over Geto’s broad shoulders, one kissin’ your ankles in place to keep them tightly held.
Lips gluing together with saccharine sweet spit, “Sh-shit you’re even deeper now.”
Groaning, “All you’re doing is ngh- drooling. How rude.” His raven lashes come fluttering down at the squelch! your slick cunt lets off once he skims a pale thumb down your middle. Flooding even there.
Leaving your teary slit open allll for him to admire while he fucks you like he’s angry. Like he’s trying to make you slobber out even more. “C’mon- hah.” Geto’s big, buff body shudders with something visceral at the bolt of cursed energy running down his spine, “C’mon, let’s show her some of our…ngh- manners.”
And it takes you one-two-three thrashes of Geto’s scorching hot tip entering your hole, impaling your pussy n’ hitting right against your g-spot for you to realize that he wasn’t talking to you.
Not at all.
He was talking to the greedy coils of tentacles wrapping further n’ further around your body like you were the cutest lil’ gift. Two toying over the nubs of your nipples with their sultry suction, two more tying your ankles together over Geto’s shoulders.
And, hell, Geto was even using one to curl around your pretty throat and help drag you past every recoil of his whacking hips. Just the slightest parting from your gummy cervix was way too much for him to handle, he needed you there to take it all - and he needed it now. Always.
But your sobbing cunt? That was all for him- “Dirty giiiirl—” for now, that is. The softened end of one tendril sneaks past your saturated pussylips and squeezes- bullies a singular inch through your entrance. “You want me or that? Tell me- tell me.”
“I- ngh- I want.” The only thing you can do is blubber stupidly as that fat muscle slithers in deep- scouring your dewy wet walls easily for your sweetest spots. Each one.
Pinching and rubbing your pulsating clit, letting his cock dig into your tenderest depths.
So much that you’re almost starting to crawl away—
“Where’re we goin’, gorgeous?” Geto snickers, an innocent blush spreading all over his handsome face at the adorable sight of you being dragged back down by his tentacles when you start to run.
He’s fucking you - with both. Hard, rough. And after bashing his ruby red tip against your g-spot, Geto’s heading straight for it again with his cursed technique.
Choking, hauling, Geto pushes one in between your spit-slippery lips and makes you keen. “Theeeere we go. Open that mouth-” Whining, you’re letting off the most primal splat! of puddled saliva as he grins. Wrenching your unfastened jaw open when you could only babble, “What cute hngh- noises. Speak f’me now, smart girl. My biiig fucking cock, or…”
Though, you felt anything but with the fuzzy feeling of your cockdrunk brain right now. Stupidly letting your maw sag to the side as he fills you up doubly, “Both-”
Geto leans in mockingly close, one of his palms cupping his ear to listen for your sweet sounds. Drawling, “What’s thaaat?”
“B-both, Suguru–!”
Oh- both.
And for just a second you think that Geto has stilled - you think that he’s stopped fucking breathing. Just a low, strangled few pants wrenching from the back of his throat-
Before he snaps his hips and strikes you with an ambushing whack of his bulging crown, followed up by the sluuurping snake of one of his tentacles pushing and pushing. Stretching your pussylips so wiiide with the circumference that you swear you see cartoonish stars floating above his head.
Only to realize that it’s cursed energy, something oh-so-carnal as Geto flicks the slick tip of his tendril in tempo with his sloppy dick. Drilling you double, drilling you until you see double.
“And now…” Geto coaxes you into a carnal embrace, sweetly pecking the top of your perspiration-covered head before he’s extending even longer. The thick veins decorating all over his shaft pressing into your sides, his cursed technique throbbing- just waiting.
Waiting for that perfect moment to grow even bigger inside of you. And the best bit was he wasn’t even fully in control anymore - too pussydrunk to, just by feeling you.
Geto grins at that soft gasping ‘oh!’ you let out once you realize, leaning down to darkly murmur. “Let’s count how many hah- inches before I…get even bigger, gorgeous.”
♡ KASHIMO HAJIME - ROSE (TOY)
Kashimo didn’t think he’d be here - four hundred years in the modern day and held hostage by your sweet, sweet pussy.
Fuck- he feels himself claw a powerful hand down the side of your smoothly gyrating hips, gliding your swollen pussy further down his cock and he’s bucking-
Greedy. Desperate.
His other hand trembles with the weight of your softly buzzing rose toy, lightning sparking between his fingers to make it vrrrrr louder between your legs. Electrified.
This was dangerous. He’s already feeling the cursed energy rush, already making up his mind to gently jostle you off for the greater good- but instead, he’s swiping his cherry-red tip between your folds and pushing.
“Fuck- fuck.” Words departing in seething hot pants, Kashimo can’t help but grit his teeth and reel his slender hips back. Only for the clamping wetness of your walls to make him dizzy, “You seriously feel like this?” Something high-pitched, in disbelief. “S’the hah! sweetest lil’ cunt in the world, blossom.”
“Ngh- nghhh fuck! Hajime…” You’re cutely mewling out, the feeling of his thick, bulging cock opening up your snug walls was so addictive. And that burning stretch already had your poor knees weakening along with your sultry bounces.
Pap after pap after pap- Kashimo counts each slam of your sexily restless ass cheeks against his pelvis.
Feeling his skin already start to redden, he’s grinning. Drinking up everything sloppy slurp ringing from below whenever he’s striking your dewy orifices, “Shhh sh sh, little one.” Boring down at you with half-lidded azure eyes so intense, “Let me hear- this fucking- pussy.”
And it’s the first time he’s feeling something like this, the first time he’s mazing his weepy cocktip to glue against the surface of your cervix and feel you squeeze.
“Fuh-fuck!” He bucks, he pants. Eyes flickering with lightning-
And Kashimo doesn’t know what’s louder - the crack of your nearby bedroom lamp shattering into a zillion pieces, or the way your rose toy notches up until its vibrations are damn near deafening.
His power out of control - all leveraged against you and that cute cunt.
Whimpering, you back arches oh-so-sinfully once he’s dragging the lecherously suctioning tip just across your clit. Teasing you with the soft suckling of your toy, “H-how hck! I thought the battery would be ngh- dead by now.”
“Oh, it is—” He’s crooning from below you, beryl strands of his bangs plastering to his sweaty forehead as he looks up at you. Kashimo’s grin is just so satisfied once he toys with your perky clit until you’re whining n’ sniffling, “Such cute lil’ things you hah- have these days…”
And you’re watching on in confusion when Kashimo keeps giving your teary pussy one kiss from your vibrating rose toy. Another. And another, a sleazy grin spreading all over his face at the way it makes your dewy cervix twitch with each clench.
Again n’ again.
“S’too bad that-” Before suddenly wrenching that hot pink toy away across your dampened sheets- immediately out of battery without his cursed energy. Unneeded now. And giving your awaiting cunt a good spank of his electrically buzzing fingerpads, “-I can do it even better.”
He’s right- fuck, he’s more than right.
In only a split-second, Kashimo has his probin’ cockhead buried deeply between your damp folds and his fingers pinching your swollen clit. The light jujutsu power on them making your head throw back with a moan– “O-ohhh fuck! Tha’s cheating, Hajime-”
“Shush- what did I ngh- say? Not you-” Purposefully, he’s rudely swatting your cunt more to let the sparks of lightning zap down your spine all the way from your drooling cunt. “Though, I do like when you heh- scream, blossom. But I wanna hear fuuuuck– her.”
His fingers were like living, moving vibrators - just making your sensitive slit quiver all over with your arousal.
You’re so wet that it’s formulating a cute puddle where you were riding him, thighs twitching when you’re slipping and sliding all down his hungry cock. Your stuffed hole repeatedly letting out the sexiest wet squelches-
“Oh? Oho? How chatty.” Kashimo snickers from between his clenched snarl, pearly whites spread in such a wiiide grin hearing your pussy this way. Nodding as if he was in conversation, “S’that sooo–”
You’re flinching once his sultry eyes target your own, flattening his feet on the ground to look right into your stare as he mazes his crowned mushroom tip along your walls. Hitting your cervix and making sure to leave a slightly bruised crater for you to feel afterwards, “Guess what this- hah! naughty fuckin’ girl just asked me, little one?”
“Wh-what?” You yelp, voice cracking once he twists his thumb on top of your sensitive nub to draw a tiny lightning bolt.
“She wanted me…” Kashimo drawls out, trailing off as the side of his veiny shaft slaps your sweetest spots. Rendering you speechless and shivering at the lightning bolted texture, “-to go even harder.”
And oh, you knew that look on the incarnation’s face.
You knew it- that wild, wide-eyed look of absolute fucking madness before he lurched his hips off of the overworked bedsprings. Making your maw dangle with a shrilling gasp when he’s milking his swollen, red cock on your warm cunt.
Kashimo snickers, “Can- can you even imagine?” The prominent cuts of his v-line massaging up into your lower tummy, over n’ over punctuating each syllable. Each breath. “G-going harder.”
“O-oh, fuck–” You’re squirming restlessly at the way his fingers only seem to buzz even harder with lightning cursed energy. The way it was seeping out of him now, making your overhead lights flicker, making the air turn static.
“Well- I can only- listen to every fucking word she says.”
And maybe it’s the way that the flicks of his cursed energy jolt down your slit even needier, maybe it’s the way he’s roaming his knobbled thumb even further between them to draw a sweet, sweet heart. Plump, pink-colored tip giving your g-spot one of his countless mean hits- this time sending white-hot sparks skittering down your walls. Either sheer brute force or jujutsu - you don’t even know before you’re throwing your head back and cumming.
Eyes blearing with so many tears, voice wobbly as you call out– “I-inside.” Gazing down at Kashimo’s slightly wide-eyed, shocked pupils. “Cum inside, Hajime.”
And in all his over four hundred years of living, this might be the first time his powers had ever been so out of control.
Every single light in your house shatters, the power shuts, Kashimo’s long lashes streak with miniscule flickers of purple lightning as he finally finishes off. In the most unsteady, heavy way.
“Oh shit- shit shit shit- this s’all your fault.” He’s filling you up with so many weighty ropes of cum, letting the lecherous knots slick down your pussy channel and stick to your cervix like an adhesive. “All your fault all your- ngh!”
Swivellin’ over one of his slender fingertips where your hole was slobbering out in a milky sap, you yelp after each mindless rut of his body. Washboard abs massaging your front, thwacking each driveling ounce leaking out of him.
“D-don’t even think I can cum anymore.” He trails off, finally realizing the darkness in the room. The way he’d just left every ward in Tokyo without electricity.
Kashimo’s sapphire eyes glow as he pummels his sticky wads of seed deeper, buzzing fingers still twitching. Lips curling into a smile the more he toys, the more he makes a mess. Thrusting, “But that’s how losers think.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - Blush blush blush
Choso was so good for you like this- he was so gone.
Just the first, most innocent peck of his glittery wet cocktip swipin’ down your slit and he’d found himself cumming. Pretty eyes clenched tight, face burning, rosy lips sagging with awe—
“I’m ngh- s-sorry, baby–” He’s babbling, the cutest wobble shivering his wet-sheened lips. With one set of his slender fingers wrapped ‘round his fat hilt, he’s pushing to let the raw entrance of your cunt swallow up his creamy wads ravenously.
Choso tumbles his head back and moans at the sinful sight, his own dry Adam’s apple bobbing with an overeager swallow. “Sorry- made such a mess.” Stirring the entrance of your drenched pussy with the crowned tip of his cockhead, “Gonna clean it all up- d-don’t you worry about a thing, baby.”
You’re cooing, running your dominant hand through his sweat-polished locks. “Aww– s’okay, Cho. It’s your hah- first time, after all. We can stop now if you-”
“No.”
And that wasn’t just a plea - it was a beg.
Before you know it, Choso’s pulling your boneless legs over his shoulders. And he’s so strong, dazed eyes boring into yours whilst he effortlessly folds you in half into a mating press that had your ass cheeks lifting off the bed.
Rippling deltoids pushing forwards, his twitching hand angrily pumping his red-hot hilt. “Nonono- no.” Choso whispers wetly, his heated breaths fanning your face. “I can do it again- ngh- watch me-”
“But, baby, if you can’t-”
“I will.” And you’ve never seen your sweet boyfriend sound so ragged, it’s as if his gentle baritone was holed with rasps and something primal. Choso’s dazed, mindlessly creeping over one of his other clammy hands to squeeeeze your cheeks rudely together and make you watch. “M’gonna get h-hard again for my baby. I will.”
And it’s only then that you’re seeing - properly seeing.
The way that Choso’s sexily slashing tattoos grow deeper over his nosebridge, the way his entire body flexes with cursed energy- oh.
He’s using his powers. And your eyes immediately snap to the way his right hand curls snugger over his bulky base and buzzes with blood manipulation technique.
Choso’s bulbous, red tip was so hard with every ounce of blood rushing between his legs that it’s twitching weepily. Slobbering ribbons of pre frothing over your pussylips and making your cunt gleam with sap.
“S-see?” He utters out, guttural. Broad pecs glittering with beads of sweat after every feverish heave, he was working himself overtime. Working himself for you. Spank goes the way that he’s swatting your slit with his veiny shaft, “You want it like this? Haaaah- got m’self all ngh- needy for you again.”
Your hips buck up impatiently, making Choso’s bawling divot bump directly against your sloppy hole and watching him whimper. “Cho– want it inside.” Mouth watering, he was just so hot. “Every inch, promise?”
“P-promise.” Oh, Choso would kneel at your feet and vow an oath if you showed even the slightest inkling that you wanted him to.
And his mouth saps over with a fresh bout of drool at the feeling of your dampened cunt letting him in, pushing past your dewy wet folds to give your walls a carnal scrape of his weepy orifice.
“Promise- promise, oh- I promise-” He’s babbling away, chestnut eyes glazing over with tears of primal bliss as he’s rocking his hips into yours. The slimy abrasions of his veins leaving your back arching- Choso wasn’t even fully finished with using his blood manipulation, yet.
Not even fully done- and yet, he’s just so addicted. Just so greedy with the notion of pounding your pretty pussy like it deserved. Still fisting the sensitive base of his cock, “Gonna m-make myself real hard. Gonna make you feel hngh- reeeeal good with my fucking cock, baby.”
“Cho- oh- fuck!” You’re mewling, your own salty tears hitting your lips at the sheer stretch. “Y-you’re so big.”
And really, Choso was just so big that his big, bulbous cockhead was pushing into your lungs. Making you feel every inch of his prolonged length inside your hidden nooks n’ crannies - and that lil’ power of his was only making him bigger.
Harder.
Oh-so-big that you were almost struggling to fit all of him-
Fuck- had you said all that out loud? Choso’s hooded gaze was frenzied with a low look of panic, the tough lines of his hipbones bashing your inner thighs with his fervor. His ruts.
Gulping, “I need it to fit.” And yet, he was bulging and bulging so long and wide inside of you that every motion forwards made you shrill out. Blood manipulation going out of control, flaring his soaked slit up until he’s molding your soft walls to his each precise measurement. “Want it- need it a-aaaaaall the way up…”
Your mouth parches like the fucking Sahara as you watch Choso snakingly guide his free hand along your middle. Drawing a line straight up from the very top of your clit- up, up, up past your womb. Your tits, your collarbones, until he’s levelling his touch over the beginning of your throat. “-here.”
Chuckling to himself - oh, he was going to make that a reality.
And the sudden burst of cursed energy was telling you the same thing, “B-but you’re only getting even mmm– bigger, baby.”
“And you’re only getting s-soooo much fucking wetter.”
Pushing and pushing. He was fucking you as if he would pass out - as if he would die - if he wasn’t all shoveled all the way between your plump, puckered pussylips.
Choso’s touch was sizzling with power by now, every area of contact with your skin rubbing your flesh all raw and lewd. He didn’t even have to furiously jerk off his long shaft anymore, so engorged with lust that it almost hurt.
Out of control.
But it hurt him more to not be all the way inside of you- he puffs out. “T-take a deep breath, baby–”
Still reeling from that probin’ girth of his, your tit heaving tantalizingly as you gasp. “I-it’s fitting, Cho-”
“It’s fitting-” He’s echoing in utter disbelief, the glittery flaps of his mouth sagging into a perfect oh! when he’s straining to hear that squelch-squelch-squelch of each bloated inch being bullied inside of you. Growing even bigger with delight- and his lecherous cursed energy, Choso lets out a shocked ‘fuck’ once his rounded ballsack spanks your cunt with a thwack!
Struggling to clamp your glossy walls around his thick circumference, the tightness makes him close his teary eyes with a whimper. Still growing bigger- “Baby- m’I getting ngh- pregnant tonight or are you?”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - King of Doubles
“Fuck- fuck.” Sukuna shutters his devilish crimson eyes in an attempt to veer off that embarrassing set of heart-eyes taking over his gaze.
Hell, he even shakes his head- he even grits his sharpened canines every time he’s hitting the roof of your pussy with every deep plunge. But it still didn’t work, and he’s feeling his mask of cursed energy start cracking, already reaching out and radiating off of him in waves.
Rovering each globular end of his shaft along your tenderest, mushiest spots, he groans. “This is all your fault- and yours.”
“Wh-whose?” You’re blabbing out stupidly, taking a few seconds to actually follow the King’s line of sight down to where your cunt was greedily trying to gulp him up. Fuck- you’re realizing with a jolt, he was talking to your pussy.
The first time you’re actually letting him lodge both massive, dual lengths inside and it’s driving you wild. Your legs thrash with each sunken inch, needing more– “Oh- mmm– s’too much, Kuna.”
“Too much- too much?” Sukuna mocks, octaves higher in a derisive tone that really doesn’t match yours. Breathes stuttered, tone thick. “I’ll show you too much, fucking brat.”
He was on the verge of losing it.
And all it takes is a singular bat of your eyes - and suddenly you’re no longer sprawled out all prettily on Sukuna’s royal silk sheets. You’re being lifted cleanly into midair- legs dangling, gravity drooping, clinging onto his seven-foot frame and at his completely n’ utter mercy.
Two of his clawed hands creep downwards to grope a good handful of your ass cheeks, grinning as you gasp at the change in positions. “Look what yer doing- do you even hah- realize?”
He’s holding you up like it’s nothing, letting your cute human hands scrape all down his muscular back. Shit, those barely even feel like kitten scratches to him.
“Ngh- o-oh my god, mm– s-so big, Kuna. Feel you so deep-”
“That’s it, easy there-” Sukuna feels the second cursed mouth smeared across his abs drool at the sopping wet squeeeelch your cunt lets off once he’s sinking even deeper. “Filthy fuckin’ pussy- sucking up both.” Letting gravity do its lecherous thing while he’s holding you up without a care in the world- acting as if he wasn’t absolutely shattering at the feeling of you taking both his bulging twin cocks for the first time. “Eeeeeeasy there, girl- s-stay still and take it.”
Holy shit, did you just make Ryomen Sukuna stutter?
Your head snaps up in shock, looking at him with the prettiest teary gaze. “D-did you just-”
“Shut up.” Gasping, fuck- he couldn’t lose face like this. And before you know it, the King’s pushin’ your gaping maw towards his cushy, shuddering pecs.
Letting your mouth slobber a sloppy piling sheen of saliva, two of Sukuna’s arms nestle safely underneath your legs and push you up higher. Rummaging your pussy with a few vulgar strikes that have your pupils circlin’ your eyes-
Determined to fuck you dumb.
“Shut up and take it a-all up to here now.” Your throat bobs with a swallow once the pointed curve of one of his claws draws a horizontal line halfway across your tummy, nearer to your throat than not. “Otherwise your king will be hah- displeased, little human.”
“W-wan’ it all, Kuna–” You’re whining, the doughy heels of your feet latching around his broad waist. He was just so monstrously massive that you’re straining to even cling on, crawling up to caress his neck. “I want both- ngh!”
And it wasn’t just his aching, swabbing girths that were rummaging your insides uncontrollably- with just the slightest reach to the top of his frame, Sukuna’s second mouth is slithering its slimy tongue tip between your inner thighs.
Making sure you feel the rough texture of his tastebuds when he’s swiping it between your teary pussylips and lapping up every inch of you from the outside.
“Shit-” He’s moaning out over the sweaty crown of your head, the arched length of his spine shivering with zaps of electricity. Narrowing his gaze downwards, “Wh-who told you to…”
And he can’t even finish his damn sentence.
Not when you’re rocking your hips back into the dampened gape of his cursed maw, letting Sukuna’s split-ended tongue toy the tiniest lecherous circles over the buttony nub of your clit. Spanking– he swears, “Nghh- and who told you to-”
He couldn’t even control his damn second mouth anymore.
You taste so damn sweet that he can’t help but grow bigger, stretching your slippery walls out to the maximum.
Panting, slouching, ears popping with the pressure of cursed technique so strong that the King of Curses himself is struggling to steady the tremble in his meaty thighs. “Keep those h-hands to yerself, brat, unless you nghhh- want me to-”
You gasp- Sukuna wasn’t just inflating from the protruding end of his double shafts, he was growing taller. More muscular.
Your breath catches in your throat as you watch his jujutsu energy let his true form rip through even more. No longer toning himself down for you, he’s struggling to fight against the powers making him well over eight feet, oh-so-large.
“Y-you have…” You’re muttering, eyes widening as you trace your fingers over the sharp, pointed ends of the horns that’d just grown from his skull.
Horns. He had horns now.
More monster than man.
And Sukuna shivers just as soon as your doughy fingerpads scrape near the base, just as sensitive as if you were tickling his aching cocks. “O-ohhh– you’re ruining me, girl.” Peripherals darkened, trying to reel himself back in. Trying to wield his cursed energy. “You don’t know what you’re haaah- up against. You don’t know if you can even take it.”
Almost pleading- and yet, you’d never step down from that.
It turns out that his horns were where Sukuna was the most intimately sensitive, “But I wan’ that, Kuna—” You’re whining, lower lip jutting with a pout as you grab onto both those long tusking projections.
“O-oh.”
Using it - using him to roll your hips back in swivelling gyrations, bludgeoning the spheroid circumference straight into the gooey depths of your pussy. Slamming n’ slamming the thrashing fringe of his tip into your g-spot.
Growling, “You asked for ngh- this, spoiled brat.” He couldn’t shift back even if he tried, Sukuna throws his head back with a shiver as his frame chisels further.
Now damn nearing nine feet, he’s pushing his deeply barreling lengths into you until your cunts painting the tattoos on his hilts all translucent. “So you’re gonna- fuuuck- take it.”
Sukuna’s second mouth laps up the glittery sploshes of your arousal as you whine, and you can’t help but notice that his canines had grown so sharp. He was so much bigger, stronger, cursed energy stifling you to him until his fat, veiny cock was all you could think about.
“And then-”
“Th-then?”
So utterly dumb with his vicious pace, he’s planting a striking bash dug into the spongy wetness of your cervix that finally - finally - bottoms him out. Gasping, your eyes flap confusedly open at the feeling of something hot…and swollen kissin’ the base of your ass cheeks.
What was…oh, fuck.
“Then…” Grinning toothily, Sukuna watches on as you’re swervin’ your cunt back to feel more more more of his aching knot. A knot— all to plug you up from the inside, fat n’ throbbing. He has to slouch nearly his entire body to whisper in your ear, “-you’re gonna squirt on my knots as thanks, spoiled lil’ human.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - “Next.”
Gojo’s blindfold dangles haphazardly off of your clammy neck as you instantly gape- his rasping baritone sending shivers where it hits the top of your arched back.
Scorching a light breeze down your spine where goosebumps pebble, the strongest lays one hand on the right of your ass cheek and pulls out with a squeeelch! That lewd noise making him twitch, making him gasp–
“Oh…” He’s grumbling out, plump n’ pink mouth sagging into a gaping oh! at the heaps of creamy white cum that dribble from between your pussylips.
It’s making such a mess down his milky upper thighs, a syrupy ringed frothing falling from between your stuffed, driveling cunt. “Next.” Rounded tips of his fingers pushing and pushing it all back in where it belonged. Breath hitching, “Next.”
Fuck- you don’t know where it even began.
One second your husband was off on one of his usual missions, and the next he’s teleporting back and kneeling at your feet to fuck your sweet, sweet pussy. Mouth already watered because of the sheer saccharine scent— “Fuck me.”
Though, that was hours upon hours - rounds upon rounds ago.
He’d begged, and right now he was groaning at the plop! of wetness ringing out from your entrance. A free hand curling just around your gasping throat-
“Look.” Gojo utters, something primal seeping into his tone as he sinks in. “Look.”
He doesn’t even need to tug on your sweaty crown with tendrils of his cursed energy, Gojo’s choking your tender airway upwards. Making your fluttering, lust-filled eyes stare right into the mirror propped up at the end of your bed.
And oh- oh.
The sight that greets you makes your heart race.
Gojo Satoru - but not like you’ve ever known him.
This was the strongest that curses and sorcerers alike feared- half-opened eyes aglow, skin skittering with pale blue lightning, he looked like he’d just crawled from hell just to drag you down with him. And he was ravenous.
The crescent nailmarks curve deeper into your skin, Gojo leaning his own smoky throat closer. “I want you to look at me while I breed you, sweetheart.”
“B-but Toru–” You’re whining, your teary pupils roaming ‘round the surface of the mirror. Catching on the way the unbolted pieces of furniture in your bedroom were floating at the sheer pressure of his jujutsu. “-the- ngh- your power-”
He was so out of control as he slipped just a few inches inside, letting that cute strawberry-pink tip of his get swallowed up by your entrance. You’re clenching and sparks of cursed energy burst–
“Satoru, the bed!”
Oh, the bed.
Gojo was in so deep, losing himself to the soft n’ sweet clench of your cunt so much that even the damn mattress was starting to hover.
At your cute shrilling yells, he’s looking around airily as if in a daze. You’re peering through the half-fogged reflection at the way that his hoarse larynx rips out a tiny, ‘oh’. Immediately snapping his fingers—
“Fuh-fuck!” It wasn’t just the flying furniture that topples - it’s you, too.
Straight onto the soaked silken sheets of your shared bed- or, at least, you would have if it wasn’t for Gojo’s clasped hand trapping your throat. Holding your woozy head up whilst the rest of your hips sticks to the rickety bedsprings, the weight of him - the weight of his cursed technique - too much for you to handle.
“Wh-what did you-” You’re letting out a softly whining gasp at the press of charged atoms near your slick outer pussy.
Suddenly, it just felt like your walls stretched so much wider - yearned for his fat, plundering cock so much more. And Gojo can only look down at the mess he’s made with a dopey grin, “Unlimited void, huh?”
Posing it as a question- he didn’t even realize.
“Didn’t mean to oh- mmm yeah—” Letting the dampened ends of his bangs tickle your neck, he’s rubbin’ his curvy cocktip against the gummy roof of your pussy back and forth back and forth back and forth. Deeper. Harder. “Ooooo– didn’t even mean to hah- do this, my girl.”
Whimpering, your hips buck back greedily in tempo with his once he dips just the tail ends of a free hand past your quivering folds.
Eyes widening, breath stuttered- Gojo can’t help but hold back his ruined whimper and rut. “Oh, s’really unlimited void.” Sending a splosh of sap to hit the sides of your walls and pool at the very bottom of your womb. “Was an accident but…”
It’s so noisy the way you’re dripping with creamy knots of his cum, all down between your thighs. Squeeelch goes your pretty pussy, and he’s finding himself greedily swallowing.
Now he could fit all he wanted into you.
Nodding along as if he was in conversation, “If you ngh- insist, sweetheart.”
“Toru- who are you–”
“Her, duh.”
Rolling his hazy azure eyes- and if Gojo was talking sweetly to your pussy, it sure didn’t mean that he was pounding into you nicely. “Next” Repeating like a mantra. “Next.” Drilling away like he was crazed, like he couldn’t fight back the urge to reach underneath you and push down on the inflation of cum n’ dick outlining your pretty tummy. “Next next- next.”
Your teeth rattles with the splashing swat of each ribbon after ribbon of thin, wiry cum he’s milking out of himself. Dragging the zig-zagging veins of his shaft repeatedly into your gooey orifices until his overworked divot was sputtering out more seed.
He needed this- needed you to be all full to the brim.
Just to feel how wet you were with his icy white sap, Gojo pushes his v-line against your hips until you’re keening. Roughly lining the inside of your sweet spots with a precise glide, he’s feeling the insides of your flooded cunt and smiling. “Mmm– you’re about to cum.”
The Gojo Satoru above you was drooling- whimpering.
Gaze locked. Cock ravaged.
He was fucked out.
And so were you- all it takes is one, two, three accurate hammers against the bulbous orb of your g-spot before you’re hitting your high. Whining drunkenly as you finish off, Gojo lets off a syrupy swing of his length to stir your insides before he himself cums. Dry.
If you were in any better state of mind you’d have noticed how the lights were now permanently off, how every glass object in your bedroom shatters. In practically every ward in Tokyo, actually.
And somewhere in Gojo’s out-of-control, powerful senses he’s registering the sudden spike of cursed energy- surely, the alarm bells were going off for every sorcerer in the area.
But ah, he’s the strongest. And the strongest was more focused on you right now.
“Oh, sweetheart.” You jolt when you feel the burning stare of his Six Eyes– Gojo snickers. Pushing you down further to cream himself, reverse cursed technique seeps out of him like a second skin when he hears the faint pop! of joints. “It’s gonna be- hah…a girl.”
Blinking back the stupid circles your dilated eyes were traveling, you’re still twitching with the euphoric remnants of your high. “A-a girl?”
“Mhm.”
It doesn’t matter if it makes him shiver like no other- flickers of blue cursed energy shatter across his muscular body as Gojo plants another slurring thrust on your rummaged pussy. Feeling his fattened tip freeze just where his eyes saw your womb to be- “Let’s make it twins.”
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Jailhouse Fuck
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The thrice-repeated slamming of Higuruma’s gavel left you hostage to his rudely probin’ cock, locked in your husband’s domain and at his mercy ever since you’d decided it was time to put his work aside for a little…relaxation.
He didn’t even mean to call on his jujustu- but fuck, if it didn’t feel like your pussy was even sweeter when your body’s being pressurized with charged atoms of energy.
“O-oh, please, Hiromi–!” Calls out your hoarse throat, head tumbling back stupidly as you buck your hips on top of his toned ones. It just felt so filthy to be riding Higuruma right then n’ there in his office chair. “It f-feels so good-”
Tugging on the black velvet of his tie, he’s staring up at you through such heady half-lidded eyes. “S’that so?”
And fuck- you’re noticing the way that his courtroom domain seems to only radiate with even more waves of cursed energy. The way that split-ended circle at the end of his lengthy shaft was pouring out dewy sprinkles of precum, flooding your poor insides.
Grunting, Higuruma plants his hand on the side of your ass to hold you still whilst he impales your cunt with a thorough thrust. Dead-on your g-spot- “Bullseye.”
“Mmm– r-right there!”
“Can feel you hah- clenchin’ around me so much, sweet angel.” He’s puffing out as a sigh, circling his hips underneath yours to make his blushing red tip stiiir your insides sensually. “You’re not lasting long.”
Responding with the cutest pout- oh, how it makes his aching balls tighten even more. “Can’t help it–”
And here, in his domain, Higuruma was even stronger.
The coldness of his matching wedding ring sizzles against the clammy side of your hips, manhandling you with a mere fraction of his strength to ride his cock even sloppier.
Higuruma wrestles you up n’ down his veiny shaft like he was trying to milk himself, like he was gliding the pointed end of his dick against your gummy walls with the aim to bruise. “Mhm- oh yes, you can’t ngh- help it, sugar.”
And though he’s nodding his head along n’ agreeing, there’s something dark seeping into Higuruma’s deep tone that makes you falter.
Something he doesn’t have the patience for - something his thoroughly pussydrunken mind can’t even stand right now.
“Ah ah-” With a soft spank near your right ass cheek, he claws down your clammy flesh and makes you slam your hips down. “So…” Stinging with the ridges of his sculptured pelvis, rubbed all raw with his black happy trail. Glancing somewhere over your shoulder, “Do you think she deserves to cum?”
And fuck- fuck, how could you have forgotten that lil’ part of Higuruma’s domain?
You two had a cursed audience - that massive shikigami your husband called ‘Judegman.’ Looming near the edge of the domain and closely watching as he ruined you on his lengthy cock.
Feeling your heart race in embarrassment and something else. “H-Hiro, that’s ngh- fuck, you’re so mean-”
“Now now, don’t make me haaaa- hold you in contempt of the court, angel.” He’s cutting through your babbling mewls, and shit- you catch that dimple near the corner of his lips as Higuruma grins. “We have…exhibit evidence here.”
Once more speeding up his relentless cadence, he’s slamming against that goopy g-spot of yours and instantly making you see stars. Your maw falling open with a few glittered beads of saliva that hit his broad pecs with a splatter!
Both you and the wooden chair sing out in croaky synchronization with each bucking swerve back where he was drilling up into you. Pummeling you with all his long inches, “Please- please let me cum–”
“Behave.”
And he wasn’t just silencing you - Higuruma was reaching for that sexily dangling tie still around his neck. Slipping the soft fabric over your mouth to wrench it cutely shut, he finds himself pulling back with a snicker at how pretty you looked with your whiny mouth all gagged. “Order in the court.”
Toying with the perked outer edge of your clit, he gives you a striking whack there right on time with a particularly harsh probe against your g-spot. “Hmm…I don’t think she deserves to ngh- cum.”
Watching as you muffle out a shriling plea-
He only swats your sensitive nub with a rapid spank, “How about it?” Further dumbifying you with the most lecherous drags of his cock- and despite riding him, it was allll on him now to ruin you. “Think she ngh- deserves it?”
You know the question’s not directed at you, but you’re still nodding. Lurching yourself closer to where grunts were spilling through Higuruma’s mouth after every push of his barreling thrusts.
So hot and soft inside you that- fuck, even he was weak to the way you’re gazing down at him with the most adorably dazed eyes. Occasionally criss-crossing when his plummy tip kisses your favorite spots, “Do you deserve it, angel?”
You were burning. You were being split apart.
And the only thing you can do is give your wailing answer– strangled through the tie and yet still reaching your husband’s ears as a constant ‘yes yes yes yes!’
“S’that sooo–?” Gruffly, Higuruma lifts the edge of his frigid wedding band to glide down the slope of your pussy. Watching as your creamed pussy quivers and gushes. So sinful. So addictive.
And he might be a damn good lawyer- but fuck, was he weak for his wife. And he languidly watches as the golden glint of his ring gets covered in all your translucent slick, “Well-” Looking right in your eyes when he’s bringing it up to his spit-glossed lips to suck. “-the verdict says…”
You barely even hear what his cursed shikigami says - barely even need to know, because in a split-second Higuruma’s face splits with a snarling, feral grin and he bucks.
Smoochin’ your g-spot so hard that it propels you from your edged agony and straight into heaven. Oh- you’d been judged, and you’d been allowed to cum.
And Higuruma was making sure that you’re riding it allll out to your heart’s content-
“Ride me. Use me.” He’s groaning, superhuman reflexes carrying your weight easily to swivel his slimy tip inside n’ drag out peak after peak. The driveling gloss of Higuruma’s precum collects all over your g-spot and makes you feel hot all over, your orgasm making your vision flash.
Toes curling, your mouth unhinges so wide that that rude tie flops straight into your lap.
Lips moving with those next few words of yours before you’re even registering them in your melty mess of a mind. “F-fill me up, please, Hiromi?”
“O-oh.” For perhaps the first time in your marriage, Higuruma opens his mouth and falters. Stoic bass cracking, huffed pants coming out heavy, you feel his domain crackle with a sudden surge of powerful energy– he’s never been more gone. “I don’t have any objection to that, sugar.”
A/N. Heheh first time writing for a four-hundred year old man kinda nervous.
❤︎﹕nerdjo is soo fed up with you, so he... complains to your pussy?
“you,” nerd!gojo says, not to you, but to the part of him his six-inch-long fingers are devouring. “you’re always so quiet when she’s yelling at me. you could at least make a little noise for me then, y'know?”
you seize up, surprise and confusion hitting at the same time. “gojo, what the hell are you—”
but he only shushes you with a patronizing little tsk, thrustsing two fingers deep in you just to watch you moan while his other hand clamps over your mouth–firm enough to cut your words.
“i’m talking to her. not you.” his eyebrows furrow in that petty, childish pout he gets whenever he’s mildly inconvenienced, his bottom lip jutting out just the tiniest bit. “you see, baby? she always tries to interrupt. just like when i was trying to study and she snatched my notes and threw them in a pond. called me a useless nerd right in front of everyone.”
his long fingers sustain a languid rhythm, his sculpted chest heaving with a short, annoyed huff at the memory. when you jerk your hips to throw him off, the heel of his hand cracks against your poor cunt—a sharp, stinging smack that forces a wet squelch against his palm.
“and the hitting,” he continues, voice pitching into a whinier, petulant cadence. “you wouldn’t believe it. last week, i got a bruise on my arm.” he adjusts his angle, the pad of his thumb rubbing your clit in coarse circles. “just because i corrected her answer in advanced calculus. i was right! i always am! but she just likes making me feel small, doesn't she?"
stop it" you shove against his shoulders, but satoru doesn't even rock back. he just pushes his fingers deeper, the heel of his hand pressing roughly against you.
“no,” his bright blue eyes are huge and glassy, talking to your cunt like it’s his only friend. “she doesn’t get to tell me to stop. not after she made me do her entire literature thesis. not after she tripped me in the cafeteria, and my tray went everywhere. i had to clean it up myself.”
he pumps his fingers into you harder, the wet sound of your body fluids becoming obscenely loud. “you understand me, don’t you? you’re the only one who’s ever nice to me.”
“g-gojo, please...” you whimper, not even sure what you’re asking for. you’re so close, and the humiliation from this boy you’ve spent all semester tormenting only fuels it.
“s'okay,” he coos, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “you can show her, right? show her what happens when she’s mean to me. do it f'me, baby.”
it’s the final, bizarre permission your body needed. you come, a hot, gushing release that soaks his hand, his wrist, the inside of your thighs. it sprays, pearly streaks against the white sheets.
satoru goes perfectly still. his whining ceases as he cocks his head like a curious puppy. he slowly draws his glistening fingers out, staring at the wet trails sliding down his knuckles with an expression of rapt, awe-struck wonder, as if he's just successfully completed a difficult laboratory experiment. a long, satisfied exhale escapes his plush lips, his broad shoulders finally relaxing.
"you did it," he breathes, his voice reverent. he brings his soaked fingers to his mouth, never breaking eye contact with the only thing that never disappointed him. he licks a stripe across his wrist, swallowing your fluids eagerly. “you did so good. congratulations. see? i knew you had it in you.”
he looks up at your eyes then, his azure gaze blazing with triumph behind his crooked glasses. a whiney, desperate nerd, glowing with perverse pride.
“see?” he whispers, leaning in to kiss your jaw. “i knew you liked me.”
ᨳິ ׂ 𓈒 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 .. 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 enjoys flustering you with his hot praise ⸝⸝ ྀ
suguru is already ruining you, balls deep and perfectly hitting your sweet spot relentlessly. always able to tell just what will drive you insane, what will have your walls trembling and eyes rolling. he reads you like a book, which is why he's being evil and singing you sinful praises.
"you feel so good, pretty," he hums low, leaning down so he can speak right into your ear, "those little sounds you're letting out are letting me know you feel the same."
you bite your lip to hold back those exact noises he's talking about. whinging at him to, "stop." your words ring hollow to even your ears though. fingers gripping him tight, legs wrapped around his slim waist to keep him trapped inside you.
"i'm just trying to tell you how hot you are," a laugh passes his lips, amused. "you're all twitchy and worked up, i love it."
your cunt drips around him, soaking him in even more slick the more he talks, "sugu, stop– hng– stop talking."
he ignores your words, "shhh, listen." his big palm covers your mouth so you'll be quiet and focus in on the wet squelching of him fucking your pussy. "god, you're so wet. creaming all over me," letting out a wistful sigh, like he dreams about this.
his hand stays on your mouth, "can you feel the way you're pulsing around me?—" sentence cut off by a drawn out groan, and then picking back up like he didn't just almost fall apart, "i can, i can and it feels fucking divine."
suguru can feel the way your skin flushes and heats up under his touch, so obvious to him how much you're enjoying his taunting despite your whining. spine tingling from how much he enjoys this, how good it feels.
your eyes meet his and you break, waterline brimming with unshed tears. the pleasure is overwhelming you, as well as his humiliating praise that you enjoy far too much. not able to tell him to shut up and not really wanting to anymore anyways. your lips press a soft kiss to his palm and he coos at you.
"you're so pretty," he removes his hand and flattens himself to you completely, head tucking into your neck, "my pretty baby. my pretty, pathetic, baby."
his pelvis grinds against your clit, his cock throbbing inside your walls as he keeps pressing kisses to your skin, along with his murmured words. your stomach flips from the stimulation, cumming on him, soaking his dick in fresh, honeyed slick.
"ah, there we go," he sighs. head tilting down so he can glimpse how his shaft looks as he pulls out, dripping obscenely from your orgasm. "messy little thing." and he doesn't sound the least bit disappointed about it.
"you're so evil," you pout, trying to ignore your lingering need. his cock still hard and half-way inside your shaking pussy.
"you love it," suguru stuffs you full once more, his chest rumbling with a moan, "i know just how horny it makes you."
✮ 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
your boyfriend ragebaits himself and then fucks it out in you!
hey, satoru never claimed to be very sensible when it came to you.
it had started long before you had even agreed to go out with him. back when he still had a big, fat and very poorly concealed crush on you. his mind was his biggest opp, truly.
sitting down in class, staring at the back of your head as he imagined scenarios of some other douche asking you out - and his biggest nightmare - you agreeing.
or, the thought of there being someone else who would snatch you right up before satoru built up the courage to ask you out.
back then, these thoughts gave him the push he desperately needed. he asked you out, you agreed, and he's been living his blissfully happy life ever since.
except...
satoru had his weight pinning you down in a mean mating press, his thick cock particularly hard today as he thrusted inside you like a mad man.
"'t-toruuuu-" you sobbed, your fingers digging in the skin of his back as you held on for dear life as your boyfriend pounded in you. the bed was creaking under the weight of satoru's hurried thrusts, making sounds that were lewder than the symphony of moans and cries leaving your mouth.
"y-y'belong to me," satoru panted, bringing his head to the side of your neck. he bit down on it, making your arch up and cry out.
"p-plea- hngh- haaah," you moaned, trying to twist your neck off his jaw, "s-slo- p-pleas-"
he brought his hand under your thigh, pulling your leg over his shoulder. the angle made you gasp out as satoru's weeping cock hit that particular spot, over and over again.
"say it," he gripped your jaw, turning your face towards his. his cock twitched at the sight of your fucked-out expression, his pupils dilating as he felt a surge of pride.
i did this, he thought, turning his hips up a notch. mine, she's mine.
"s-say it," he repeated, releasing your jaw, "you're mine, ngh-"
you moaned out some gibberish, too far gone to concentrate on what your boyfriend was saying as you tried to survive his relentless thrust, mind more focused on your oncoming orgasm.
"baby," he dipped down, taking your open mouth in a sloppy kiss before biting down on your lower lip, "y'r mine, baby, please, say it."
you nod, tears streaming down your face as you clench down hard on his cock, “‘m- m’yours- hic- youurs—”
“atta girl,” he presses a kiss on your calf, gripping your hips as he slams inside of you, grinning when your mouth falls open in a silent gasp as you cum all over his cock, fists gripping the sheets as you arch off the bed.
“s-so- fuckkk… so pretty,” he doesn’t slow down, fucking you through the orgasm as he bends down, “so pretty.. ngh- a-and all f’me.”
“satoruuuu,” you garble against his mouth as he kisses you again, pressing his entire weight on top of you, “slow down— please— hic!”
“we’ve got a long night ahead, sweetheart,” he pressed a kiss to your tear stained cheek, licking up the salty residue, “need to make sure this pussy moulds to the shape of my cock.”
︵ ೀ mdni. yuji dreaming of megumi and you together and now he gets all flustered when the two of you are around ( part one / part two )
it happened again a few days later.
the three of you were in the dorm kitchen after training, exhausted and sweaty. you were reaching up to grab glasses from the top shelf when megumi stepped behind you without thinking. his chest brushed lightly against your back as he easily plucked three glasses from the shelf and handed them to you.
“thanks, megumi,” you said with a bright smile, turning to face him.
his hand lingered for a second on your waist to steady you, a casual, instinctive touch. nothing inappropriate. just megumi being megumi—helpful and a little protective. but yuji, leaning against the counter, had this feeling in his stomach again.
that simple touch sent his mind spiraling right back to the dream. he couldn’t stop picturing megumi’s hands sliding lower, slipping under your shirt, those long fingers disappearing between your thighs while you moaned into his mouth. yuji’s face burned. he gripped the edge of the counter a little too tightly.
you noticed almost immediately. “babe?” you set the glasses down and stepped closer to him, tilting your head. “you’ve been quiet since we got back. what’s wrong?”
yuji froze. his heart hammered against his ribs. “n-nothing! i’m good.”
megumi glanced over, one eyebrow slightly raised, but said nothing.
you didn’t look convinced. you reached up and gently brushed yuji’s bangs out of his eyes, your touch so soft it made his chest ache. “you sure? you can tell me anything, you know that.”
yuji swallowed hard. he opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. his cheeks were burning crimson. for a long moment he just stared at you, then his eyes flicked nervously toward megumi, who was pretending to be very focused on pouring water. finally, the words burst out of him before he could stop them.
“i… i want to see you and megumi kiss.”
the kitchen went completely silent.
you blinked. megumi froze mid-pour, water spilling slightly over the rim of the glass.
yuji wanted to die. he laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “i mean— you don’t have to! it’s just… i keep thinking about it. the two of you together. it makes me feel… really warm. and kind of crazy. in a good way.”
he looked between you and megumi, eyes wide and cheeks flushed all the way to his ears. “i know it’s weird,” he added quickly, voice getting smaller. “but i can’t stop thinking about it. you both mean so much to me… and the idea of you two kissing… it doesn’t feel wrong to me. it feels… right.”
he stared at the floor, heart pounding, terrified he’d just ruined everything. you and megumi exchanged a long look. yuji swallowed.
“…sorry,” he mumbled. “i shouldn’t have said anything.”
the silence that followed was deafening. yuji wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. his face was burning, ears bright red as he stared intensely at the kitchen floor. you and megumi were both staring at him.
megumi’s expression was unreadable at first but then his eyes widened just slightly, a faint flush creeping up his neck.
you were the first to speak. “…you want us to kiss?” you asked softly.
yuji nodded quickly, too embarrassed to look at either of you. “i know it sounds crazy. but i keep thinking about it. the two of you… together. it doesn’t make me jealous. it makes me feel… warm. really warm. like my chest is going to explode in a good way.”
he finally dared to glance up. megumi was looking at him now, dark eyes steady but clearly processing. you stepped closer and gently took yuji’s hand.
“babe,” you said carefully, “are you sure that’s what you want? you’re not just saying it because you think it’ll make us happy?”
yuji shook his head. “no. i mean— yes, I want you both to be happy. but… i really do want to see it. i’ve been dreaming about it. not just innocent stuff either.”
the last part came out as a mumble. megumi’s eyebrows shot up.
you bit your lip, clearly thinking. then you looked over at megumi, a small, curious smile forming on your face. “what do you think, megumi?”
megumi stayed quiet for a long moment. finally, he set the glass down and exhaled through his nose. “…i wouldn’t mind,” he said quietly, almost too casually. but the faint pink on his cheeks betrayed him.
yuji’s heart skipped several beats.
you turned back to yuji, still holding his hand. “if we do this… you’re okay with it? no weird feelings afterwards?”
yuji nodded so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. “i promise. i just… i want to watch. at least once.”
the air in the kitchen felt heavier now, warmer. you glanced at megumi again, then back at your boyfriend. slowly, you stepped toward megumi, who straightened up, looking slightly tense but not unwilling.
you placed a hand on megumi’s chest and leaned in. megumi hesitated for half a second before tilting his head down. then your lips met softly.
it was gentle at first—careful, almost testing. but then megumi’s hand came up to rest lightly on your waist, and the kiss deepened just a little. you made a quiet sound against his mouth that sent electricity shooting down yuji’s spine.
yuji couldn’t look away. his breath caught in his throat, heart hammering wildly as he watched his girlfriend kiss his best friend right in front of him.
when you finally pulled back, both you and Megumi were slightly flushed. you turned to look at yuji, his eyes sparkling. “…how was that?” you asked softly.
yuji stared at the two of you, lips parted, face burning crimson. he could only manage one breathless word: “…again.”
the kitchen fell quiet for a moment once more. you and megumi both froze, eyes meeting each other in a brief pause. a silent question passed between you. megumi’s grip on your waist tightened slightly, but he didn’t move, waiting. your heart hammered in your chest as you searched his face.
then, slowly, megumi leaned in again.
you met him halfway.
this time the kiss was deeper, with more hunger, like he had been holding back for too long. his fingers pressed into your waist as he tilted his head, sliding his tongue against yours with surprising boldness. a soft, surprised sound left your throat, which only seemed to encourage him.
he kissed you like he was starving.
his other hand came up to cup the side of your neck, thumb brushing your jaw as he pulled you closer. the kiss grew hotter, wetter. megumi made a quiet noise against your mouth, almost a groan, as he sucked gently on your bottom lip before slipping his tongue back in.
yuji’s breath hitched loudly. he couldn’t look away. his face was burning as he watched his best friend kiss you like he wanted to devour you—slow, deep, and getting greedier with every second.
megumi pressed you back against the counter, his body flush against yours. one of his hands slid down to grip your hip, pulling you tighter as the kiss turned messy, completely lost in it now while yuji was breathing hard, eyes wide.
his cock strained painfully against his sweatpants, throbbing with every wet sound of your lips moving together. he couldn’t stop the flood of thoughts crashing through his mind.
he wished megumi would push you harder against the counter. he wished he’d slide his hand under your shirt and grope your tits the way yuji had imagined so many times. he wanted to see megumi bite your neck, suck marks into your skin, shove his thigh between your legs and grind against you until you were whimpering and soaked.
the thought made yuji’s mouth go dry. he imagined megumi dropping to his knees right there in the kitchen, pulling your shorts down and burying his face between your thighs while you moaned into yuji’s mouth. he wanted to watch his best friend make you cum, fingers deep inside you, tongue licking greedily at your clit.
“fuck…” yuji whispered under his breath, barely audible. his hand unconsciously pressed against his aching cock, trying to ease some of the pressure as he watched megumi kiss you deeper, hungrier.
he loved this. loved seeing you like this—flushed, wanted, desired. especially by megumi. his two favorite people.
when megumi finally pulled back for air, his lips were red and swollen and his breathing uneven. he stared at your mouth like he wanted to kiss you again immediately.
“megumi…” you whispered, dazed.
he didn’t answer with words. instead he leaned in and kissed you once more, slower this time but no less intense, like he was savoring the taste of you. his hand stayed possessively on your hip while the other gently held your face.
when megumi pulled away again, he rested his forehead against yours for a moment, eyes closed, breathing shakily. “…that was—” he began but couldn’t finish. you let out a soft, breathless laugh.
yuji could barely speak. all he managed was a weak, awed whisper: “holy shit…” his heart was pounding so hard he felt dizzy and his cock was aching, pressing painfully against his sweatpants.
“megumi…” yuji’s voice came out rough. “don’t stop.” both you and megumi turned to look at him. “touch her more. please. i want to see you touch her. like… between her legs. i keep thinking about it. i want to see you make her cum.”
both you and megumi froze for a second. but megumi hesitated only for a moment before his gaze darkened. without a word, he looked back at you, silently asking for permission. when you gave a small, breathless nod, he didn’t waste time.
he brought two fingers to his mouth, licking them slowly, coating them with saliva while keeping his eyes on you. then his hand slid down your stomach and pushed boldly into your shorts and panties. his long, slick fingers found your soaked folds and rubbed over your clit before pressing two fingers inside you.
you gasped, immediately clinging to his shoulders. megumi leaned in and kissed you again, swallowing every sound as his fingers began moving—slow at first, then deeper, curling just right inside your tight heat.
“mmh—!” you moaned into his mouth, panting against his lips as he fingered you right there in the kitchen. the wet sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of your soaked pussy filled the small space.
yuji let out a needy groan at the sight. his hand shoved into his sweatpants, wrapping around his aching cock as he started stroking himself. his eyes were glued between your legs, watching the silhouette of megumi’s fingers disappear inside you again and again.
“fuck… that’s so hot,” yuji whispered. he pumped his cock faster, breathing heavily as he watched you whimper and squirm against megumi. “megumi… curl your fingers more. she likes it when you hit that spot.”
megumi obeyed without question, curling his fingers deeper, rubbing that sensitive spot inside you like he’d already done it a million times. you cried out into his mouth, thighs trembling as you clenched hard around his fingers.
yuji’s hand moved quicker on his own cock, eyes half-lidded in pure bliss as he watched his best friend finger his girlfriend right in front of him.
“good girl…” yuji murmured breathlessly, completely lost in the scene. “let him make you cum, baby. i want to see it so bad.”
you cried out into megumi’s mouth, thighs shaking violently as his fingers curled perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you. the pressure built fast and overwhelming until you finally snapped.
“megumi—!” you moaned loudly, clenching hard around his fingers as your orgasm crashed through you. your hips jerked against his hand, pussy pulsing and gushing around his long digits while he kept stroking you through it, drawing out every last wave.
the moment your orgasm started to fade, megumi pulled his fingers out with a wet sound. before you could even catch your breath, he dropped to his knees right in front of you.
he yanked your shorts and panties down to your ankles. you barely had time to gasp before his mouth was on you, hot and eager. his tongue dragged slowly up your soaked folds before latching onto your sensitive clit.
“ah—! megumi— too much!” you whimpered, legs trembling as you gripped the counter for support.
but he didn’t stop. he sucked gently on your clit, then flicked his tongue rapidly over it, groaning against your pussy like he was addicted to your taste. the overstimulation hit you like electricity, making your hips twitch and jerk against his face. every stroke of his tongue sent sharp, overwhelming sparks through your body.
yuji was completely dizzy.
his hand was still wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking himself in shaky movements as he stared with wide, glassy eyes. the sight of his best friend on his knees, face buried between your thighs, licking and sucking on your oversensitive clit while you moaned and shook was almost too much for him to handle.
“fuck… megumi…” yuji breathed, voice hoarse and awed. his head felt light, cheeks burning crimson as he watched megumi devour you. “she’s so sensitive right now… look at her…”
megumi hummed against your clit in response, the vibration making you sob. he pressed his tongue flat against you, licking broad strokes before sucking on your clit again, completely lost in making you feel good.
yuji’s hand moved faster on his cock, breathing ragged as he watched your thighs tremble around megumi’s head. he looked completely drunk on the sight.
“you’re both so hot…” yuji whispered. “don’t stop, megumi… please don’t stop.”
then megumi pulled his mouth away from your dripping pussy. he rose to his feet, breathing heavily. without a word, he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and boxers down just enough to free his hard cock. it slapped against his stomach, flushed and leaking. you barely had time to catch your breath before he stepped close again, lifting one of your legs around his waist.
“shh,” he whispered against your ear as he lined himself up.
then he pushed in.
a loud moan started to leave your lips as he stretched you open in one smooth thrust, but megumi quickly covered your mouth with his hand, muffling the sound. his palm pressed firmly against your lips while he sank deeper, burying himself to the hilt.
your eyes rolled back at the sudden fullness.
at the exact same moment, yuji let out a choked groan. the sight of megumi’s cock disappearing inside you was too much for him. his hand stuttered on his cock as his orgasm hit him like a freight train.
“f-fuck—!” yuji whimpered, thighs shaking as thick ropes of cum spilled over his fist and onto his stomach. he kept stroking himself through it, eyes glued to where megumi was buried deep inside you.
his vision started to blur. the edges of the kitchen grew hazy, like he was looking through fogged glass, but he could still see megumi’s hips snapping forward, burying his cock deep inside you with every thrust. he could see the way your body jolted, your tits bouncing, your mouth open against megumi’s palm as you moaned helplessly.
more and more cum leaked out around megumi’s cock with every deep stroke, dripping down your thighs in shiny streaks. the sound of it echoed in yuji’s ears—the obscene squelch of megumi’s cock sliding through your soaked, cum-filled pussy.
yuji was barely able to focus anymore. everything felt like a fever dream. the only thing he could see clearly was megumi’s thick cock plunging in and out of you, pushing his own cum deeper inside your body with every thrust. more white leaked out, sliding down your skin, dripping onto the kitchen floor.
his hand kept moving on his cock, slow and sloppy now, milking every last drop as he watched the scene in front of him like it was the only thing real anymore.
yuji was panting hard, chest heaving, completely lost in the sight of his best friend fucking his girlfriend while his own cum continued to spill uselessly over his fingers. he never wanted it to end.
but then everything shattered.
yuji’s eyes snapped open.
he was in his own bed, chest heaving, body covered in a thin layer of sweat. his heart was pounding violently as reality slowly sank in.
it had been another dream.
just a dream.
his cock was still twitching weakly, completely spent. he could feel the warm, sticky mess inside his boxers and sweatpants. he had cum hard in his sleep again. the front of his pants was soaked through.
yuji groaned softly, throwing one arm over his face. his cheeks burned as the images from the dream flashed through his mind: megumi’s hand over your mouth, the way you moaned against his palm, the wet sound of megumi thrusting into you…
“fuck…” he whispered to himself.
he lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling. the ache in his chest was back. his two favorite people. the thought of you two together made him feel so full and so filthy at the same time.
he slowly sat up, wincing at the cold, wet feeling in his pants. another ruined pair. this was becoming a problem.
he wondered if he would ever have the courage to tell you and megumi the truth. if he would ever stop just dreaming about it… and actually ask.
for now, he just sighed, peeling off his ruined sweatpants with a tired, embarrassed little smile. “this is getting ridiculous…” he muttered. but deep down, he already knew he’d probably dream about it again tomorrow.
sukuna had you in a mean mating press , he was forcing himself deeper in you. “fuck girl— your cunt is hugging me tight.’
“ryo move i have to pee.’ you squealed , feeling that weird sensation in your stomach. you tried to push at sukuna’s lower stomach but his third hand grabbed yours and pinned it to the side. ‘sukuna please.’ you begged , you didn’t want to pee all over him.
sukuna shook his head , speeding up his thrust. “fuck that. take my cock you slut.’ your mind went blank and your vision was blurry. the feeling you knew all too well was approaching and sukuna was chasing it.
‘kuna please. i need to pee.’ you cried. that pressure inching closer and closer. but sukuna didn’t stop , his fourth hand reached over to rub your swollen clit. sending shock waves throughout your already overwhelmed body.
you couldn’t hold it anymore with the amazing pleasure sukuna was giving you ; your body couldn’t hold it in. ‘shit— ryo i’m cumming.’ you moaned out , your free hand scratching at sukuna’s chest.
you legs started shaking rapidly , before your juices sprayed out onto sukuna. your mouth gaped open filling the room with a strings of moans and squeals. ‘shitttt- ahhghggghh kunaaaa fuckkkk—.’
sukuna came as he watched you unravel. your juices spayed all over his chest and cock , making the bed a mess. it was a beautiful sight. his thrust slowed , as he came deep in you.
‘that’s a good girl.’ sukuna praised as he rubbed your clit once more , your body jerking with overstimulation. you pushed his hand away as your body recovered from that crazy sensation.
sukuna pulled you into a sloppy , wet kiss. he moaned in your mouth before slowly pulling away. a string of yours and his salvia dripped onto your chin and chest. sukuna licked it up slowly before spiting it back in your mouth.
‘you need to squirt more often brat.’ sukuna teased. ‘you made a big mess tho.’
‘shut up ryomen.’ you rolled your eyes.
time invest in a waterproof mattress cover. because sukuna wasn’t stopping there.
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ bf!megumi trying to keep up with you during ovulation
content: mdni, smut, all characters are 18+, dom!megumi, sub!reader, fem!reader, marathon sex, squirting, praise kink (use of “good girl” a lot), degradation (“cum dump”, “slutty”, etc.), size kink if you squint carefully, spitting, tit groping, fingering
bunny’s notes: i’m not even ovulating but whenever i see an edit of megumi, im suddenly in heat. it’s not even funny. also creds to @cursed-carmine for the bow dividers!!
it’s that time of the month. not your period but that time of the month where you cannot function like a regular human being because all you can think about is cock. specifically a black urchin-haired guy’s cock.
you’re practically thinking with your sopping wet pussy as you made your way to your boyfriend’s dorm in a tank top and shorts. you push the door open to be greeted by the glorious sight of your man sitting against the headboard of his bed with a book in his large, veiny hands.
he glances up at your arrival, the hard lines of his brows immediately softening, his jaw becoming less tense, and his eyes instantly warm up at the sight of you. oh, lovely you.
“hey, how’s my pretty baby doing?” megumi asks in such a sincere and gentle voice, it makes you melt. it’s the voice he always uses with you. but little does he know, you’re not here to melt in his arms. you’re here to seduce the man.
you climb onto his bed on all fours facing him, hands and knees cushioned by his mattress. the same mattress that you wanna get pounded stupid into.
you put on the prettiest, most adorable pout you could muster. round, doe eyes fixed on him as if silently pleading for something. gosh, in his eyes, you really were the most precious thing in his world. the perfect picture of doll-like innocence, the epitome of loveliness.
“gumi… i need help…” you quietly plead.
your boyfriend’s eyes slightly widen, his back straightening as he inquires immediately, “what do you need help with, sweetheart? tell me.”
you unconsciously rub your thighs together, shaking your hips subtly in an attempt to relieve the throbbing from your core. your drooling cunt was so drenched, your panties were already damp.
you pout even more, pretty pink lips jutting out more. you grasp his wrist to guide his hand to rest on your boob, his large hand practically covering your entire breast. you mumble softly, “need you to touch me, gumi, please… it’s starting to hurt…”
your man’s eyes quickly darken as he squeezes your tit, dragging out a high-pitched moan from you. he palms you through your tank top, squeezing again. he rasps, his voice gravelly low, “turn around and bend over for me, baby. show me where it’s hurting.”
you turn around and make quick work of your tank top, throwing it onto the floor. you bend over on your forearms and knees, putting your perfect ass on display just for him. you push your ass closer to him. “here, gumi… hurts here…”
megumi pulls down your shorts along with your moist panties to see your soaking pussy winking at him. he drags his hand up your slit. “here, pretty baby?”
you let out a sigh of relief before you start urging him, “please, gumi, don’t tease… want your cock inside me now…”
he slips his thick, rough index finger into your pussy. he mutters, “fuck, you’re tight. gotta open you up, darling. you’re already squeezing my finger so tightly, you won’t be able to fit my dick.”
you squirm, pushing your hips back onto his hand. “a-ah! i-i’m a big girl, gumi. i can take— mmm!! i can take it!”
“baby, be good and make a mess on my fingers. you’ll get my cock after.” he adds a second finger then a third as he pumps you full. his thumb rubs on your sensitive bud as he brings you to climax all over his rugged hands. as you fall apart on his hand, you cry out his name with your head buried into the sheets. he sings his praises, “goood girl, darling. such a good girl for me.”
he takes out his hand, popping it into his mouth to clean. after sucking it clean, he quickly pulls down his sweats with his boxers.
you turn your pretty head to look over your shoulder. his dick slaps against his stomach, the tip an angry red. megumi grabs himself at his girthy base, pumping a few strokes. the sight makes your mouth water.
you then feel his bulging, warm tip resting against your soaked slit. you just couldn’t resist as your hips push back to try to take him. his rough hands fly to your hips, holding you still. “fuck, baby, stay still, yeah? lemme just get the tip in.”
one hand keeps your hip still as the other hand holds himself as he pushes into your warm pussy. you gasp at the sensation, border-lining pain and pleasure. he sighs in relief, “holy shi… so warm, so tight, sweetheart… i only got the tip in and you’re squeezing me like that, hm?”
you grip his sheets, feeling the stretch as you babble on, “more, gumi, moreeee… a-ah!”
megumi continues to slowly push in more until you feel his pelvis pressing into your asscheeks and his cum-filled balls firm against your clit. your spiky-haired boyfriend groans after bottoming out.
now you’re all filled up. a little too full, you swear his tip is kissing your cervix and probably making a dent. you could probably cum just from him stuffing you full.
you whine angelically, “gumi, gumi, gumi!! so deep… you’re too biggg!!
rough hands start groping your tits, squeezing them like stressballs. megumi bends over you, his chest to your back, to rasp huskily against your ear, “pretty baby, you’ve taken my cock many times before. now’s no different.”
he begins to shallowly thrust into you while pinching and pulling at your nipples, making your back arch.
the wave of pleasure suddenly surges and crashes as you cum around him. you let out a symphony of whimpers of his name and whorish moans. his words practically sound like a melody to you. “good girl, darling. what a good girl. cumming around me so pretty and saying my name.”
it’s not long until you start begging for more. “gumi, harder… i want it harder. please fuck me til i can’t walk…”
megumi holds you by the waist as he deepens each thrust until he’s driving into you like a madman. “anything for you, baby.”
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
it’s been like 6-7 rounds. his room basically turned into a hot sauna that reeked of sex. megumi was completely drained, drained of energy and cum. he already dumped all his seed into you.
but you, on the other hand, are bouncing on his dick like your life depends on it.
his back rests against the headboard, hands on your hips as you ride him, your dainty fingers on his broad shoulders to help you jump on that dick.
your thighs are burning like a thousand suns, your legs giving up as you land on his lap with a wet plop! you moan, half in pleasure and half in frustration, as you begin to grind against him, “gumi!! wanna cum… but i- ha! i can’t… too… hmph! too tired…”
your boyfriend underneath you pants as he grips your hips and gently murmurs, “hold onto my shoulders tightly, angel.”
you grip onto his scratched up shoulders, the marks left by you. he lifts you up before shoving you back down on his member. “my pretty princess, my sweet angel… you really can’t do anything without my help, huh?”
you moan dumbly, more of your juices soaking his balls, the sheets, his thighs, your legs, and everywhere else as you near your release.
megumi picks up the pace, bouncing you up and down. “baby, i’m gonna take such good care of you and your needy pussy. just be a good girl and take it.”
as he shoves you back down onto his swollen cock, you squirt with a loud scream, forcing him out of you as you gush onto his dick, the sheets, and his thighs.
you start to feel his hips lifting to ram into you, his movement erratic now as he lowly groans, “my horny girl. what a slutty pussy you got, always begging me to fuck you and squirting everywhere. i’m gon’ cum and you’re gon’ take every single last drop i’m gonna give you, yeah? be a good horny cum dump, yeah, baby?”
your boyfriend holds you down onto his lap with a groan as the last of his cum spurts into your full pussy, already overflowing with previous loads.
megumi’s chest heaves as he pants, catching his breath. his hair is sticking to his sweat-sheened forehead.
you’re not faring off much better as you feel sore and exhausted all over. your sweaty cheek is pressed to his soaked chest, listening to the perfect metronome of his heartbeat.
seconds turns to minutes before you start grinding against him again. a nasty squelch! sound rang throughout the room followed by a groan from your man.
he peers down at you as you bat your delicate lashes and flash him a small smile as you ask him oh so sweetly that he can’t refuse.
cw: unprotected sex, forced creampie heheh (so some dubcon), me asf tbh, aged up characters (18+)!
megumi always tells himself you’re not allowed to ride him anymore. you’re too much of a risk taker.
he can never really deny you though, so he has his back against the headboard, sitting upright while you ride him reverse cowgirl. his mouth hangs open in hard breaths, tongue peaking out and abs flexing-- watching your ass come up, down, up, down, from the tip to the base. your hair fans out across your shoulders and he wishes he could see how good your face looks right now, but then he'd have to switch positions. he should do that anyway because he knows he's in for it now, but he's enamored by the way he can see his dick disappearing inside you at this angle. it’s quite the conundrum.
you can feel his nails raking down your back over the sensitive nerves where your spine is, your moans peaking out of your mouth through a lip bite. to make matters worse he feels it coming, that burning in his stomach when he knows he’s about to finish. you’re about to make it difficult for him like always.
“gonna cum, baby.” he offers, reaching to grab one of your ass cheeks in his hand, lifting it, a subtle reminder that he isn’t wearing a condom and you need to get up soon. " 'you hear me?"
you don’t respond. you’re trying his nerves right now, which is only heightening his arousal. “please–shit–please do not fuck with me right n-now–” he warns you, an empty fucking warning.
you aren’t acknowledging him at all, the only thing running through your mind: keep going, keep going, keep going. your mouth is open in an ah, ah, ah, fuck~ gumi, your dick always feels sso so good–
he curses under his breath. “y-you’re tightening up too much– ‘said i'm gonna cum, baby, you gotta let go so I don't-”
he pauses, feels it, and then he starts whining, as high in his natural pitch as he can possibly go. grabbing your hips, he’s pulling you in and trying to push you off all at the same time.
“l-let me go–! baby, c’mon, let go–”
“shut uppp,” you whine back. “you come on, give it to me, then–”
you let your hips slam back down once, twice, straight down a third time. he can’t hold it, spills his cum deep inside you with a groan. his whole body tenses up, muscles contracting while he fills you.
you go limp on top of him with his dick still buried inside you to the hilt.
megumi lets out a harsh puff of air, leaning his head back against the headboard with a dull thud. he squeezes his eyes closed to soothe the metaphorical headache that you just gave him. “you’re fucking insane.”
you turn your head over your shoulder to look at him, smiling sweetly. “and you’re still hard.”
teasing nerdgumi so much while he’s studying that he snaps and fucks u rough ? >.< #neeeedthat
I hope u enjoy hehe this was fun~
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megumi hates biology. it’s the bane of his existence, an overwhelming minefield of terminology and rules. it takes an extra hour of studying every day just to his maintain his grade, and it’s still the lowest grade average he has to his name so far. last semester he got a shiny B+ and it was a total stain on his report card. this semester he really needs to focus, needs to lock in, and trying to work while you’re over is having the opposite effect.
“m’gonna send you home if you don’t stop.” he hisses, leg bouncing under his desk in irritation. he has a lab report due in three hours, and his tired eyes are scanning over his awful writing, too occupied with the feeling of your body draped around him from behind his chair. your lips are brushing against a sensitive spot on the side of his neck.
“gumi, just take a break. i wanna cuddle.”
“you don’t want to cuddle, you wanna fuck me.” he retorts. “and no. i don’t have time to take a break. stop it–”
he moves his head side to side, like you’re a fly buzzing around him he can shake away. his glasses hang low on the bridge of his nose, middle finger stomping on the backspace button. he grits his teeth, in disbelief at how he has to delete this entire paragraph and rewrite because it makes no fucking sense.
he can’t see the evil smile you’re pulling behind him. “fine.”
“good.” he says, wants the last word. you sit down on the floor beside his chair, head resting on his thigh.
thinking he’s defeated you, he focuses back in on his report. there’s a real flow to it now, his fingers moving expertly against the keys, he’s doing it– making the connections, completing one paragraph and then the next. he’s so caught up he barely registers that feeling on his thigh, something soft drawing swirls into the exposed skin under the hem of his shorts. when he looks down, you’ve got your tongue out. wet and pink and dragging it’s way over the little hairs on his skin. he ignores the way his dick jumps and knits his eyebrows together. “are you trying to sabotage me?”
“yes. i mean, no baby, of course not.”
“you’re pissing me off.”
“ignore me, then. just write your stupid report.”
he exhales hard through his nose, squeezing his eyes closed and then blinking them open. you’re being so unreasonable, just ignore me, how the fuck is he supposed to ignore you from where you are, kissing softly across the side of his thigh like a dog?
“move,” he tells you, slamming the laptop shut. the noise makes you jump out of your skin a little, and you scoot back on the floor to give him room to turn and stand. he shoots you the most exasperated look, pushes his glasses up on his face and clenches his jaw.
you part your lips to quip at him, but he shakes his head, like it would actually pain him for you to say anything else to him right now. “just go lay down.”
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“stop saying my name, whine your own fucking name. you did this.”
he’s glaring down at you from his hover, wraps both hands around your neck to shut you up and keep you steady while he fucks you. your moans cut off into strained breaths, pussy leaking down his shaft. despite all his protesting, he’s rock fucking hard, you can feel the vein on the underside of his dick imprinting itself into the soft wall of your insides.
he says: “i told you to leave me the fuck alone.”
you get a split second to gasp some air in when he has to take a hand off to push up his glasses. it’s only a split second, because the hand that remains on your neck re-covers it, squeezes down twice as hard.
“should just make you just write my report. make it your punishment for not letting m-me, fuck– focus.” he pushes your hand away from him when you try to rest it on his chest, hissing through his teeth. “y’think your dumb little whore brain could get it together for just a couple hours, write this paper for me? would’ya do that for me?”
you try to respond, a strangled “y-ye–yes–”
“could you really?” he interrupts, not convinced. “not talking about sex, fuckin’ idiot, talking about doing some real work. can you think for long enough to get me an A?”
he leans down to press his chest into yours, takes a deeper angle, the head of his dick nudging the spongy spot inside you. you cry out, ankles hooked behind his lower back.
“if I fail because you all you care about is getting your pussy touched,” he seethes into your ear, “you’re in so much fucking trouble, you hear me?”
the sweat on his face makes his glasses slip right off and clatter to the floor. it doesn’t make him miss a beat, grinding down into your cunt and burying his face into your neck.
“you wanna cum on my dick that bad? do it.” he tuts, loosens his grip around your throat to hear the air fill your lungs, squeezes to hear your breathing cut back off.
your pussy gushes around him and tightens up, like you’re trying to push him out, but his dick is spearing through all that resistance. he licks a droplet of sweat that’s pooling in the curve your collarbone. “c’mon, i’m finally giving you what you asked for, aren’t i?”
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megumi writes his own report. the loud clack of his laptop keys is dulled by your soft snores. you sleep curled up on his bed while he finishes up, pushing up his glasses once more for the final stretch. the last few sentences.
when he hits submit, he finally gains the courage to look at the time and smiles. 11:58.
Megumi accidentally catching you taking photos of yourself in your new lingerie 𖹭.ᐟ - mdni 18+
pairing: bf!megumi x fem!reader
cw/notes: everyone is 18+ // purely smut (1.5k words of it) // lowk dubcon // he talks you through it // no use of y/n // watching you while jerking off // reader is a virgin // he a freak/perv fr // cooked so hard writing this that I burnt my pizza lol // probs butchered how his ten shadow technique works
: ̗̀➛ ty @luvjaclyn for the request!!! I frickin loveddddd writing this one it was so fun! It was a bit different from I usually write too... anyways I hope u like it! Also top divider was done by @condybunny !! I had her make this one for the fic
Normally, Megumi could spend hours doing absolutely nothing, but waiting around for you to get back from your shopping trip with Nobara so he could surprise you? It was damn near driving him insane. He was growing more impatient by the second—even briefly considering going there himself and kidnapping you, at least that way you'd be here with him.
And even if he isn't always the best at showing it, he wants you around him all the time. It's almost pathetic how attached to you he is, how quickly it all happened—like life itself hadn't started until the day you walked into his life.
Especially now, with everything still so new, every wandering thought somehow always trailing back to you. To your lips… to your hands on him… feeling… touching—fuck.
He groans, trying hard to ignore his cock straining against the waistband of his pants. God, he's such a perv, thinking about such a sweet, innocent girl like you in that way.
And by the time you're walking through your front door, he's already in your bathroom, the door cracked just enough to see a tiny sliver of you walking straight towards him—shit, shit, shit.
He desperately searches for somewhere to hide in the tiny space, but there's nothing. Just a small half wall separating the toilet from the sink, nowhere near big enough to hide a grown ass man. So, panicking, he resorts to using his ten shadows technique, quickly sinking into the floor only seconds before you walk in.
You stop the moment you push past the door, your boyfriend's cologne instantly overwhelming you. And when you start to look around, looking for him, his heart damn near drops to his ass. But the panic quickly fades as you ignore the lingering scent, tossing your bags on the counter, far too excited to try on your new set.
There's so many bags, all from different stores, but your eyes land on one in particular. Your hands nervously reaching for it, fumbling with the bag as if someone else is there with you—which is impossible since you live alone.
"Where is it…" You mumble to yourself, rummaging through various dainty fabrics until you finally pull out a beautiful, lacy set, carefully slipping it over every perfect dip and curve of your body.
Megumi slowly peeks his head out, careful not to be seen. Still, the second his eyes land on you in that tiny little lace, bent over, lips all pouty as you take pictures—it's hardly anything he could've ever prepared himself for.
A small gasp escapes his lips before dipping back into the shadows as you turn around.
You pause, holding your breath, listening, because you could've sworn you just heard someone. But after a slow sweep of the room, you're left shaking your head, figuring it must be the pressure of doing something so risky… so scandalous.
Hoping it'll calm your nerves, you throw on some music to distract yourself, chewing on your lip as you scroll through your camera roll, eventually finding yourself laying in bed, huffing when you can't find the perfect photo. You start trying different poses instead, shifting around the mattress, gradually becoming more irritated when all the photos don't turn out exactly how you want—Thinking to yourself, there's no way taking a few photos can be this hard.
And after a few minutes, you're hovering over your boyfriend's contact, hesitating as your heart pounds wildly in your chest.
Meanwhile, Megumi's holding his breath as he watches you, pulse quickening the longer it takes. Christ, you're so beautiful—breathtaking really—and god, he really hopes you're sending those to him.
His phone buzzes almost immediately, hissing profanities as he fishes it out, only to be met with a picture of you in that pretty lacey set. Your perky nipples poke through the thin fabric, revealing more of you than he's ever seen before. His eyes flick over to you, and god, this is so wrong. So wrong, watching you like this when you have no idea he's here, but fuck… you're so damn sexy it's impossible to look away.
Megumi: Fuck baby… look at you, so beautiful. You get all dressed up just for me?
Your face heats, suddenly feeling shy knowing he's seen you like this.
And seeing you get so flustered, so worked up for him? It does numbers on him, leaving him throbbing uncontrollably for you.
You: ya… do you like it?
Fuck, the way you're biting your lip like that has him nearly losing his mind, fumbling with his pants, pulling them down just enough to free himself. His free hand wrapping around his cock, grip tightening as he struggles to keep his composure.
Megumi: You have no idea the things I'd do to you…
You: Like what…?
His lip quirks up, your innocence turning him on more than he's willing to admit.
Megumi: Well… to start. I'd have my hands all over you…
His hips buck, fucking his hand all pathetic and needy, wishing it was pretty pussy instead.
Megumi: Feeling…touching you in places you've never been touched before
God, his words have your head spinning, pressing your thighs together at the arousal pooling between your legs. Your hands slowly trail down, fingers grazing your clit while you imagine it's his instead.
Megumi: I bet you're all needy, touching yourself to me, wishing it was my hands instead.
You glance around, pulse racing as your fingers inch closer, starting to feel like it's all so silly, feeling shy like this, when you know he wants you more than anything.
You: Maybe… would you like that?
Megumi: Mhm… you gonna make her feel good for me? You'll be a good girl and do that, yeah?
Why does he have to say such filthy things like that? Teasing you with his words, making you so aware of every little touch, leaving your skin burning as you circle your clit, the pleasure quickly overwhelming you.
You: Is this okay?
You send a short video, only a few seconds long—and god even through the lace your pussy's so beautiful.
Megumi: Damn, baby… You have no idea what you're doing to me right now, how fucking hard I am for you.
You: Can I see?
Now you're really blushing, your eyes flaring, pupils blown wide as you take in just how big your boyfriend is. And it doesn't help his cock's so pretty and veiny, leaving you wondering what it'd feel like to be in your mouth.
Soft, muffled sounds fill the room, barely audible over the steady hum of your music. The back of your hand rests flat against your lips, gently biting when your fingers press firm against your clit, threatening to send you over the edge.
You're such a slutty mess for him—back arched, mascara smearing, as little mewls escape your parted lips while Megumi strokes his slicked cock, already dripping with pre.
Fumbling for your phone, you start recording, letting your boyfriend know just how badly you need him.
The flash on your phone briefly goes off as the pleasure floods through you, legs shaking as you let out whimpered gasps, cutting the video short.
Megumi: Go ahead and cum on those pretty little fingers for me, baby. Can you be a good girl and do that?
God, you don't even need his permission, but hearing him telling you to cum? That sends you over the edge, your legs trembling as curses spill freely from you.
"M-megumi!!! Agh… fuck… wanna be s-so good for you…" Your voice breaks as your screams echo through the thin walls, but fuck, you can't help it.
After coming down, you find yourself going back to the video, cheeks still burning as it replays. You can hardly watch it, embarrassment gnawing at you as you take in just how exposed you are—how overwhelming it all feels now that you're not lost in the moment.
It's almost enough to have you looking away entirely, until you notice it… a man standing in the corner of the video as the flash goes off.
Your eyes flick up.
Nothing.
You zoom in closer, and there's no doubt about it—it's your sweet boyfriend Megumi, clear as day.
But that's impossible because…
Flipping your phone up, you turn your flash on, gasping when you're met with Megumi, breathless, his cock still in hand.
"...surprise?"
"Gumi!!" Your face burns—god, you're so flustered, so heated… so… turned on?
He makes his way over to you, lips curling into a smirk as he drinks you in.
"What's the matter, baby?" He teases, biceps flexing as he hovers over you. "Feeling shy now?"
You can hardly meet his gaze, "I–"
"Look at me," he purrs, guiding your gaze back to him. "I wanna see that pretty face of yours when you're cumming all over my dick. Think you can do that for me, beautiful?"
He tucks a stand of hair behind your ear as you nod, a small whimper slipping past your lips as he presses himself against you.
"Just be gentle, okay…? It's my first time."
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megumi fushiguro is trying very hard to play it cool.
he’s buried deep inside you, hips pressed flush against yours, when he first notices it—the soft, unmistakable bulge in your lower belly every time he thrusts forward. his cock is visibly pressing against your insides, distorting your stomach just slightly with every slow roll of his hips.
he freezes for half a second.
his usual stoic expression stays perfectly intact, but inside, something feral awakens. his dark eyes flick down to your stomach again, locked on the way the bulge appears and disappears with each thrust. he feels almost dizzy at the sight.
he doesn’t say anything. doesn’t acknowledge it. just keeps his breathing steady and his face neutral. at least, that’s what he wants you to think. in reality, megumi is obsessed.
the sight of his cock making your tummy bulge is doing dangerous things to his self-control. he’s never seen anything hotter in his life. the primal urge to push deeper, to make the bulge even more obvious, is quickly overriding his usual restraint.
without warning, his pace changes.
his thrusts become harder. deeper. more deliberate. each stroke is forceful enough that the bulge in your stomach becomes much more visible. megumi’s jaw clenches, eyes darkening as he watches it intently.
you moan loudly, fingers digging into his shoulders. “megumi— ah! slow down—”
he doesn’t. if anything, he fucks you even harder.
his hand slides down and presses firmly against the bulge, feeling the shape of his own cock through your soft skin. the sensation makes him groan low in his throat—the only crack in his cool facade.
“fuck…” he mutters under his breath, barely audible.
he’s completely fixated now. every time he bottoms out, he watches the way your belly swells with his cock, mesmerized. his usual calm and steady rhythm is gone, replaced by something rougher and more possessive. his hips snap against yours with more and more intensity, chasing that view that makes his brain melt.
you’re trembling beneath him, overwhelmed by how deep he’s getting. “megumi… it’s too much— i can feel you so deep—”
“good,” he replies. his hand stays pressed against your tummy, pushing down gently so he can feel himself even better. “i want you to feel all of me.”
he leans down, forehead pressed against yours, eyes still glued to the way your stomach bulges every time he drives into you. his breathing is ragged now, control slipping further with every thrust.
“you look so good like this,” he admits quietly, almost shyly, even as he fucks you harder. “seeing my cock inside you… fuck, i can’t stop looking.”
megumi’s thrusts turn punishing, hips slamming into you as he loses himself in the sight. the usually controlled boy is gone—replaced by someone completely addicted to the way your body yields to him, marked so visibly by his cock.
he presses down on your belly again, eyes dark with lust. “take me deeper,” he whispers against your lips. “i want to see how much you can take.”
sometimes you and your dad’s friend, yuuji , like to go back in forth.
no not as in sex, you perverts, but as in jokes.
playful banter like how yuuji is “too old to have pink hair at his grown age” or “how you’re a little too young to be having such a mouth on you” but i guess this one struck a nerve.
both of you are sat at your family’s dinner table, awaiting for your father to get back from the store, so you decide to play your classic game in his absence to get rid of the silence.
“yeah? well, you’re too young to..uh—” yuuji attempts to interject but is dumbfounded. not many jokes against the youth for him to use.
“oooh! oooh! i have one, you’re probably too old to get it up in bed.”
you giggle. you actually fucking giggle in his face. smiling, hand coming up to cover your mouth as if you truly regretted the words that came out. staring at him with those dumb eyes of yours.
yuuji just stares at you. eyes darkening as he slowly gets up out of his seat, grabbing your jaw with his rough hands, pinching at the skin, forcing you to look up at him.
“‘m too old, huh?” he mocks, words spitting out like you just committed the worst crime to humanity. “just a pathetic old man who can’t get hard, hm? repeat your words, baby.” his thumb that was previously pinching your jaw is now dragging down your bottom lip, exposing that mean mouth of yours.
“y-yuuji..i didn’t mean it like that, i was just jokin–“ before you can even get your excuse out, yuuji forces his thumb in your wet mouth. “i said to repeat your words, god, has your dumb young brain failed you already?” he can only smile at the sight of you, eyes wide staring at him, clearly caught off guard by the flesh in your mouth pressing down on your tongue.
“i..i s-said dat yu couldwnt get it up” you managed to force the sentence out, clearly slurred and inaudible.
the way your mouth was drooling over one of his fingers, almost made him lose his mind. if your mouth felt this wet, this good, with just his fingers, imagine your filthy mouth sucking him.
“good job, sweetheart.” he smiled, “look, baby, look at how hard you made me by being a good girl. see, i can still get it up.”
your eyes peer downwards, staring at the large bulge that was practically ready to burst out of the nylon material.
yuuji grabs your hand, inching it closer to him before stopping abruptly. “but do you even deserve to touch it? you just insulting it earlier.” he pouts.
a whine comes out of you, like an actual high pitched whine from a dog. god, if you only knew how pathetic you looked. fingers twitching, salvia practically drooling out of you, and your pussy definitely dampened.
“yuuji, please..please? i deserve it, i’ll be soo good i promise.” eyes looking up at him for approval, as your free hand comes over to tug at the waistband, noticing how his hips conveniently push towards you instinctively.
“fuckk, pretty girl..you want this cock, hm? tell me what you’re gonna do.” yuuji’s hand releases from your wrist and comes up to the back of your head, stroking your hair lovingly as he awaits his response.
you smack your lips together, salvia still pooling in your mouth.
“i wanna..i want to suck your dick, yuuji… wanna put it in my mouth so you can fuck my throat.” you mewl, legs clenching together with each word you say.
yuuji bites his lip, blood rushing at the word “dick”, he pushes your head towards his crotch. “go ahead, suck it and i’ll see you even deserve to be fucked by ojisan.”
giving one good tug, his long cock bounces, slapping his stomach with a thwap. he’s curved, long, tip pink just like his hair, and flared. you could feel the blood pumping in your hands as he throbbed at your touch. he was old but his body was still youthful.
you move closer with his assistance, opening yourself to him. he tilted his head backwards, sensitive to the warmth of your mouth as you took him in. lips wrapping around only the first few inches, tongue twitching under the shaft. your nose exhaling sharply as you try to push yourself further in.
yuuji pulls your hair back, slipping you off with a pop. “how am i supposed to fuck this pretty throat if all you wanna do is devour me?” his shoulders jerk as he chuckles deeply, but before you could say something, he plunges into your mouth again.
this time, balls deep.
you gag as your hands press against his hips, trying to push away from him but his hips stop you as they smack against your face.
the feeling of his cock move in your mouth with ease made you even more stupid, the intoxication of the burn, your cheeks feeling sore as you suck, and his bulbous tip tapping at the back of your throat like rewarding pats for your hard work.
yuuji lowers himself, craning his arm to reach down at the soddened spot on your shorts as he presses his two of his calloused fingers at your slit, giving playful slaps. “yer already so wet, you want me that badly huh, sweet thing?” he cooes, trying to distract himself from the sensation he hasn’t felt in years.
he finally exits your mouth, leaving your panting, trying to moisten your mouth again as a string of drool coats your chin. his tip, now red, staring straight at you like it was taunting you. “what a good little mouth, got me all lubricated so i can fuck that cute hole.” he inhales, “wonder how tight you young women are…” he looms down at you, stroking his length, staring at your legs rather than your face as if he was asking your pussy.
yuuji lifts up the bottom of your knees, letting you slip slowly down on the wooden chair so he can have full access to you. his fingers pull down your clothing unevenly, only allowing one leg to let the fabric of both your shorts and underwear to hang on your thigh, too exhilarated to even care.
“was gonna taste her, but she’s already too wet, it’s like i could just..” his body follows his words, slowly sinking the tip inside of your cunt. he hisses at the new found warmth but mostly at you clenching down on him, your pussy trying to pull him more inside. “beg. beg ojisan to put his old-man dick inside of here.”
your mouth is agape, nothing but moans are spewing out of you. “fah–fuck..o ojisan..please..please put it i-inside.” yuuji presses a kiss at your forehead, “of course, my baby, take a deep breath, okay? just because your ojisan’s favorite girl doesn’t mean he will be nice..” it’s like he was mocking you. he was already so rough before with your mouth but now his words feel drenched in honey they were so sweet and soft.
he whimpers as he thrusts slowly, moving inch by inch inside of you until he’s bottoming out. your leg is over his shoulder as his weight presses down on you like he was trying to somehow go deeper. yuuji swears in that moment, that if he could, he would want to be buried inside of you for life. you have the sweetest face below him, eyes practically going to the back of your skull just by his length, cheeks red, sweat dripping and drool still dripping out of your abused mouth.
“f-feel good?” he mutters, attempting to keep his composure but before you could nod, his hips retract and come back slamming into you again. a loud cry echoes the house as you tug at his sweatshirt, trying to stabilize yourself as he continues to his brutal thrusts.
“oho, ‘m sorry baby” he’s not. “it was an instinct, didn’t mean it..” he totally did. “plus, i love the pathetic noises that come out of you, makes me wanna go even harder.”
your tongue lolls out when his two fingers that were previously teasing you, come down again to give little rubs at your clit. yuuji groans at you squeezing him with every touch he gives you. you were made for his cock, his pathetic cock you just called dysfunctional.
“such a pretty cunt. taking me in, squeezing me so well, i might cum soon but i wanna savor this moment.” he whispers in your ear, letting the sounds of you moaning and the lewd wet slaps coat the room. “imagine if your dad walked in right now, heh, imagine how he’d feel seeing his bratty mouthed daughter get ruined by his friend.” you squealed at the idea, accidentally clenching down harder on him.
“fuckkkkk, you like that idea huh pretty girl? can feel your pussy react for you.” he grins as he quicken his pace, “we should probably make this fast then..”
his rough hands push your legs upwards, now placing you into the mating press, his cock kissing and prodding at your cervix. yuuji licked lips as he stared at you like this, ass rippling with each powerful thrust and you trying to say something but being fucked too dumb to even form words.
the circles on your clit move faster, more erratic, but never losing it’s rhythm. you felt your orgasm slowly approaching and by the yuuji was almost breathlessly pounding into you, you could tell he as too.
“yu-yuujiii, kiss. please.” you whine out somehow, hands reaching up for his face.
the grip on your legs gets tighter and his pace becomes even more intense, his face lowering to meet yours. giving you a warm kiss, covered in slobber as his tongues attempts to creep in, your mouth opening up for him as your tongues pressing against one another. yuuji nearly came at the way you moaned in his mouth, the vibration making his pulse race.
your moans increasingly getting louder as you felt the wave of euphoria hit your body hard, muscles convulsing as you tried to push yuuji away from you now. lips separating you managed to speak, “w-wait im st-fuck-still cumming! ‘s too much!” you wail out in hopes he would pity you this one time.
“i wish i could baby, but your pussy disagrees. she still needs me in her.”
you could hear the your juices drip down to the floor, frothing up and creating small bubbles. it drove you crazy that he had so much stamina for someone who was nearly eighty-five.
yuuji gives in after a few thrusts, too stimulated at your tight walls and fluids dripping down his heavy palls, pulling out of you. he gives his cock a few strokes, coating them in the milky liquid as he paints your pussy.
leaning his hand against the table to hold himself up, admiring the view before him.
“you okay? didn’t go too hard on ya for an old person, hm?”
as you manage to catch your breath, you roll your eyes, “it was–inhale–a joke!”
yuji can only frown again as he leans over to get the tissues on the table, wiping himself pitifully. “wasnt funny..you young people have no heart.”
you raise a brow at him, legs still spread and messy. “we have no heart? you didn’t even bother to clean me up!”
he chuckles once more, “you think im going to waste all of that? nono, while you were sucking me off, your dad sent a text that he was stuck in traffic. we still have so much to do sweetheart.”
︵ ೀ mdni. yuji dreaming of megumi and you together and now he gets all flustered when the two of you are around
yuji itadori has always loved watching the two of you together.
there’s something warm and fluttery in his chest whenever he sees you and megumi getting along. the way megumi’s usual stoicism softens around you, the little smiles he gives when you tease him, the way you laugh at his dry humor—it all makes yuji feel impossibly full. like his two favorite people in the world have found a gentle space with each other.
but lately, that warmth has been mixing with something else. ever since that dream, yuji can’t stop blushing.
he remembers it too clearly: the dim lighting, megumi’s long fingers buried deep inside you, your soft moans filling the room. in the dream, yuji had been sitting right there, hand wrapped tightly around his own cock, pumping fast and sloppy like he only had seconds left before the scene vanished.
he watched his best friend make you cum on his fingers while you whimpered megumi’s name so prettily. the sight of his sweet angel getting pleasured by someone he also liked a little too much had left him aching and ashamed when he woke up.
tonight, the three of you are sprawled on the couch watching a movie. you’re sitting between them, head resting on yuji’s shoulder while your legs are casually draped over megumi’s lap. megumi’s hand rests on your ankle, thumb absentmindedly stroking your skin.
yuji tries to focus on the screen, but his mind keeps drifting back to the dream. his cheeks burn. he shifts slightly, hoping neither of you notice the way his cock is starting to twitch in his sweatpants.
you tilt your head up at him with that bright, angelic smile he loves so much. “you okay, babe? you’re really red.”
“yeah! totally fine,” he says quickly, voice a little too loud. megumi glances over with a raised brow, and yuji feels his face grow even hotter.
because all he can think about is how good you would look with megumi’s fingers inside you for real. how pretty your moans would sound. how he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from stroking his cock while watching his two favorite people making each other’s eyes roll back in ecstasy.
megumi’s hand slowly slides higher up your calf, innocent enough, but it sends another rush of heat through yuji’s body. you hum happily and snuggle closer to yuji’s side.
yuji swallows hard, heart racing.
he wonders what would happen if he told you both about the dream. if he asked megumi to touch you while he watched. if he admitted how much he wants to see his best friend bury his head between his sweet girl's legs and make you cum. the thought makes his cock throb painfully.
he presses his face into your hair, trying to hide how flustered he is, but the warmth in his chest only grows stronger. because maybe… just maybe… the three of you could be even closer than he ever imagined.
"It's all right princess, you can take us," Suguru murmurs in your ear, brushing your hair back to one side of your neck, kissing it all sweet like his cock isn't pressing into your cunt - stretching it right out with Satoru's length already buried, his pretty pink tip kissing your cervix.
"Relax, baby... f-uck you're so tight," Satoru's whimpering as he feels Suguru's tip sliding in right along side his. You're quivering around them both, nails digging into Satoru's shoulders, thighs shaking.
"Breathe," Suguru reminds you - it's stuck in your throat, you're so full already with Satoru's huge cock as you straddle him, Suguru easing from behind with just enough pressure to have you gushing down both of them. "You're taking us so well."
"Perfect, you're such a good girl," Satoru barely manages to speak, already coated in your slick with your gummy walls pulsing around him, he kisses down the curve of your pretty tit, lips wrapping around one of your nipples. "Mmm, so good."
You're struggling as their plump lips dance across your skin, leaving love marks as their fingers press into your thighs, your hips, the flesh giving underneath strong grips. You whine out when Suguru gets a little deeper, making you gasp, your head falling back against his chest.
"Toru... Sugu I..." You're so full when Suguru bottoms out, his pelvis flush against your ass with a loud smack. The stretch is overwhelming - Satoru's thick shaft pressing against your anterior wall, Suguru hitting those spots from behind.
They're so deep you can feel them in your stomach, the pressure so much you can't help but whine out, having blue eyes on your face hungry and dazed, Suguru's teeth sinking into your shoulder.
"Ngh! So much... too much..."
"Look at her," Suguru murmurs, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, holding you steady as he begins to move in and out of you, his balls tightening as he feels himself gliding right along Satoru's thick length. "Already cock drunk and we haven't even started with you - tsk, such a slutty little princess."
Satoru chuckles breathlessly against your breast, his tongue swirling around an aereola, his hand on your tummy, he can't help but whine out when he feels the bulge of his cock. "She's always so needy with us, aren't you sweetheart? Needed both of us in your pussy, couldn't just have one?"
"Ngh," you don't have an answer, just your back arching as they guide your hips.
"Answer him, pretty," Suguru murmurs, turning your face and kissing your lips, saliva dripping as Satoru thrusts up into your cunt, and Suguru stays still. "God, you're made for us, aren't you?"
"Yes," you whisper, making Satoru scowl now, biting your tit. "Ow!"
"You answer him but not me!?" He glares and shoves up hard, making you gasp out and giggle. "No way you're giving him more attention right now."
"Stop being so jealous, Satoru," Suguru laughs, but when the friction of your snug walls and Satoru's cock moving against him hits, he can't stop his own moan.
"Jealous, me? No she loves me more than you," Satoru sucks in a breath - you're dripping around them, making obscene wet sounds that echo in the room, the squelches and squishes of your needy hole being filled has him leaking. "Don't you, tell him."
"Love you both," you mumble, Satoru bites your other tit when Suguru laughs, pulling back his cock and gliding in slow, taking over as Satoru stays snug and buried.
"Please," you're not even sure what you're begging for - for them to slow down? For them to go faster? For them to both pump their ropes of white cum inside?
"Please what, princess?" Suguru's breath tickles your ear, his cock shoving in and making you almost fall apart. "Please fuck you harder?"
"Hmm," Satoru continues his torture, chuckling as he kisses up your neck, huge hands gripping your ass. Suguru's cock feels so good moving against him - not that he'd admit that, plus he loves your walls quivering around him even more. "Please ruin this slutty little pussy?"
"Mmnph," you're not able to speak, drool spilling down the side of your mouth as they move. Every drag of their cocks against your walls has you about to fall apart, your nails leaving crescent marks in Satoru's pretty skin, hips rocking on their own. "Close, close!"
"Cum for us then," Suguru says softly, his long dark locks brushing over your shoulder as he tugs you down fully. "Let us feel you milk us, huh?"
"Don't you want all our cum? Want us to breed your needy cunt?" Satoru asks, biting back a whine and kissing up your throat, already pulsing himself.
"Y-yes I... ngh!" Your walls clench around them now as you shatter, squirting all down their lengths as they groan from the feeling of it, of your walls clamping down so that their tips are shoved together, the two of them losing it right with you. "Please, please..."
"God, look at you," Satoru gasps out as your aftershocks hit him, your slick pooling down and soaking the little white patch of hair underneath his belly button. "So fuckin' pretty, squirting for us?"
"You deserve to get filled, hmm?" He whispers, kissing you once more, laughing softly as he swipes your drool. "Princess, did we fuck you dumb already?"
Your answer is a little whine, cunt stretched impossibly as they quicken their movements, their moans slutty and filthy in your ears. Your lashes flutter shut as the pressure hits. "Cum in me, please..."
They of course give you what you need - their cum mixing with each others' as their tips spurt out, the two of them moaning as they cling to you, hugging your body between the two six foot four men. You feel it all, every spurt that floods you, sweat breaking out on your skin, Satoru leaning up and kissing your lips all desperate.
"Fuck you're already pushing all that out," Satoru murmurs, you giggle all breathless, suddenly feeling just how stuffed full you still are. Suguru drags you for another kiss just for Satoru to turn your head back, until their lips brush together. "Mmm, stop kissin' me Sugu."
"Our dicks are touching?"
"Yeah well," he's blushing, making you giggle just a bit. "What I tried not to think about that part!?"
"Sure, Toru," he glares and lifts you off them, the mix of their fluids just dripping down their cocks. "Mnh!"
"Look at the mess you made princess," Suguru's hand entangles in your hair and tugs, your core tightens as he looks down under those dark lashes at you. "Don't you think you should clean us up?"
