[sweetieviti]

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[sweetieviti]

Megumi x reader

an/ ik i said i’d never write this but hey 🤷‍♀️

The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the sound of your bare feet padding across the floor. Megumi had just gotten back from training, hair still damp, that signature scowl etched deeper than usual. You’d been in a mood all day—bored, restless, and honestly just craving his attention in the messiest way possible.

“Move,” he said flatly, trying to step past you into the kitchen. You planted yourself right in the doorway, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“No.”

His eyes narrowed. “I’m not playing around. I need water.”

You shrugged, stepping even more into his space. “Then go around.”

Megumi exhaled sharply through his nose. His hand found your waist, fingers firm as he pushed you gently but insistently to the side. The warmth of his palm lingered even after he passed. You followed him anyway, trailing like a shadow until you both ended up in the bedroom. You flopped dramatically onto his side of the bed, stretching out with a satisfied sigh.

“Get up,” he muttered, standing over you.

You grinned up at him. “Make me.”

In one swift motion, Megumi grabbed your ankle and yanked. You slid down the mattress with a yelp, sheets bunching under you. Before you could scramble back up, you shoved at his chest hard, laughing even as you called him every name you could think of.

“Asshole. Grumpy bastard. You’re so fucking annoying—”

“And you’re acting like a brat,” he shot back, catching your wrists when you pushed him again. His grip was iron.

You kept going, pushing every button you knew existed. “What are you gonna do about it? Bet your dick’s small when you’re pissed off.”

Megumi went still for half a second, then his mouth curved into something dangerously close to a smirk. “Didn’t seem small last night when you were moaning my name a whore.”

Heat rushed to your face, but you weren’t about to let him win. You twisted free and stormed toward the door, muttering under your breath. You didn’t even make it two steps before his hand fisted in your hair—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to pull you back against his chest in one sharp tug.

A little thrill shot through you. You liked this side of him more than you’d ever admit—the way he manhandled you so easily, like you weighed nothing. Your breath hitched.

“Cut it the fuck out,” Megumi growled against your ear, voice low and rough. “Stop acting like a bitch.”

You squirmed in his hold, but didn’t pull away. The sting at your scalp mixed with the heat pooling low in your stomach. His free hand slid around your waist again, yanking you closer until your back was flush against him. You could feel the tension in every line of his body, the way his fingers flexed like he was two seconds from tossing you back onto the bed.

“You started it,” you mumbled breathless.

“Yeah?” He tugged your hair again, tilting your head so he could look at you. Dark eyes bored into yours. “Keep running your mouth and see what happens.”

[sweetieviti]

chosos x reader on her period

Choso stepped through the door after a long day, only to find the apartment in utter chaos—broken plates scattered across the kitchen floor, cushions ripped from the couch, and a trail of tears leading to the bedroom where you were curled up, clutching your stomach in agony. Your period had hit like a freight train this month,

cramps twisting your insides while your favorite takeout spot was inexplicably out of your go-to comfort meal, sending you spiraling into a rage of throwing things, sobbing uncontrollably, and lashing out at anything in reach. And choso has been gone for 10 hours.

Earlier that morning, he’d tried cuddling you close, his strong arms wrapping around your waist in quiet support, but you’d shoved him away hard, muttering curses through gritted teeth.

Now, seeing him hesitate in the doorway, you exploded again. “What the hell do you want? you’re just standing there like an idiot!”

Seven days later, as your period faded and the fog lifted, all hope restored like sunlight breaking through storm clouds.

[sweetieviti]

nanami x reader

You scroll through your phone one lazy afternoon in the cozy apartment you share with Kento, a grin on your face as you film the quick TikTok. It’s a trendy dance, just you in comfy loungewear moving your hips to the beat before lip-syncing the audio with exaggerated innocence: “Put the dick in my stomach.” You hit post, giggling at how absurdly bold it feels, and go back to folding laundry.

—5 min later

The front door clicks open. You hear the familiar clink of his keys, the soft sigh as he loosens his tie. “I’m home,” he calls, voice deep and even, though you catch the faint edge of fatigue.

—30 mins later

You’re on all fours on the bed, knees sinking into the sheets, back arched deep as Kento kneels behind you. His grip on your hips is punishing, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks as he thrusts into you with slow, deliberate strokes—deep enough to make you ache, but not fast enough to let you cum.

Every time your moans start getting louder, every time your pussy starts fluttering around him like you’re close, he slows down or pulls almost all the way out, leaving just the head inside you.

“Pathetic,” he mutters, voice low and mocking against your ear. “Already trying to cum? I haven’t even started fucking you properly yet.”

He leans over you, chest pressing against your back as one hand slides up to wrap around your throat. He squeezes just enough to make your head feel light while the other hand grabs your jaw, forcing two fingers past your lips and shoving them deep onto your tongue.

“Suck like you mean it,” he growls, thrusting lazily a few times just to tease that spot inside you before stopping again. “Or I’ll pull out and make you watch me finish on your back instead.”

You whimper around his fingers, drooling helplessly as he starts fucking you harder, bullying that perfect angle with every brutal snap of his hips. He yanks your hips back onto him, using you like a toy, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and obscene.

“Look at you,” he sneers, fingers fucking your mouth in time with his cock. “Drooling all over my hand like a desperate little slut. This is what you wanted when you posted that video, isn’t it? Just begging to be used.”

He keeps pounding you right to the edge, then slowing down the second you start to shake, laughing lowly when you whine in frustration.

Only when you’re a trembling, tear-streaked mess does he finally let himself go. He slams into you hard and fast, chasing his own pleasure without a single care for yours. With a deep groan he buries himself to the hilt and cums, filling you up in thick, hot pulses.

Then his full weight drops onto your back, heavy and smothering as he collapses on top of you, still buried deep. You squirm underneath him, gasping. “Kento—get off, you’re crushing me—”

“Shut up,” he mutters against your neck, voice lazy, not moving an inch. “I’m not done yet.” he twirls a strand of your hair, then kisses your forehead.

[sweetieviti]

Reader x best friend satoru

Satoru had a terrible habit of treating closed doors as suggestions. You were digging through a pile of laundry in your room, running late for class, when your bedroom door suddenly opened. “Hey, have you seen my—”

His sentence died instantly. You turned around. The only thing you had managed to put on so far was a pair of panties. For a solid three seconds, neither of you spoke. Then you grabbed the nearest pillow and launched it at him. “OUT!” He caught it automatically, eyes wide behind his glasses. “Okay. Wow. This is not what I expected to walk into.” “Get out!” “I’m trying!” He wasn’t trying. He was still standing there. “Toru!” That finally got him moving, though only enough to lean against the doorframe instead of leaving. “In my defense, you never lock your door.”

“In my defense, normal people knock.” A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth despite the fact that he was very obviously trying not to stare. “Normal people aren’t as fun as me.” “You’re unbelievable.” “You look nice, by the way.” You picked up another pillow. “Don’t.” “What? It was a compliment.” “I’m literally half naked.” “And I’m being respectful.” “You walked into my room.” “Accidentally.” “You haven’t left.”

“Fair point.” His laugh filled the room, easy and familiar, and somehow that only made your face warmer. After years of being friends, Satoru still had the annoying ability to make you flustered without even trying. He finally turned around and covered his eyes dramatically. “There. Happy?” “A little.” “Can I at least know where my charger is?” “No.” “Cruel.” You hurried to grab clothes from your dresser while he continued standing there with exaggerated patience. “Are you dressed yet?” he asked. “No.” “Now?” “No.” “Now?” “If you ask again, I’m throwing something heavier than a pillow.” “Worth it.” You rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see it. The second you pulled on a pair of shorts and a shirt, you sighed. “Okay. You can look.” Satoru immediately spun around. “Finally.” “You’re the worst.”.

His grin widened as he stepped farther into the room. “For the record, if we’re ever getting married, this story is definitely going into the wedding speech.” You stared at him. “Getting married?” “See? You didn’t object to the marriage part.” Another pillow hit him square in the face while he laughed hard enough to nearly fall over. “OUT!” He was still laughing when he disappeared into the hallway.

[sweetieviti]

DRUNK READER X SUKUNA

By the time the front door opened, it was nearly two in the morning, and Sukuna already knew he was about to be irritated. He’d heard a car pull into the driveway ten minutes earlier and assumed you’d finally gotten tired of whatever stupid thing had kept you out this late. What he hadn’t expected was Shoko practically dragging you through the front door by your arm while you stumbled over your own feet and laughed at something that apparently only existed inside your head. “Here,” Shoko said flatly, shoving your weight toward him.

“Take her.” Sukuna barely caught you before you collapsed face-first onto the floor. The smell hit him immediately. Alcohol. A concerning amount of alcohol. “How drunk is she?” he asked. “Honestly?” Shoko looked exhausted. “I stopped trying to figure that out an hour ago.” You suddenly lifted your head. “I saw a horse.” Shoko sighed. “There was no horse.” “You weren’t there.” “I was literally with you.” “Agree to disagree.” Sukuna stared at both of you. “Get out.” Shoko looked relieved. “Gladly.” She turned to leave. “Wait,” you gasped dramatically. “Don’t go.” Shoko paused. You pointed at her very seriously. “You have my phone.” Shoko reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone. “No, you have your phone.” “Oh.” You thought about that. “Can I still have it?” Shoko handed it to you and left before she got dragged into another conversation. The second the door closed, you stared at your phone screen for nearly thirty seconds before turning it upside down. Then sideways. Then upside down again. “Why isn’t it working?” Sukuna glanced over. “It’s locked.” “Oh.” Another pause. “How do I unlock it?” “With your passcode.” “Right.” You nodded confidently. Five seconds later you looked up. “What’s my passcode?” He considered letting natural selection take its course. Instead, he grabbed your phone before you somehow managed to order a lawn mower online. “Go upstairs.” “No.” “Why?” “The stairs are moving.” Sukuna looked at the completely stationary staircase. “The stairs are not moving.” “Maybe not for you.” Somehow, despite your passionate argument against staircases, you still managed to make it upstairs. Mostly because Sukuna physically prevented you from falling down three separate times.

The second you reached the hallway, however, you became distracted by a framed picture hanging on the wall. “Who’s that?” Sukuna looked at the photo. It was you. “That’s you.” “No it’s not.” “It literally is.” You stepped closer. Squinted. “Damn.” Then you pointed at your own face in the photograph. “She’s kinda pretty.” Sukuna walked away. He refused to participate in this conversation. Unfortunately, you followed him. “Do you think she’d like me?” “Who?” “The girl in the picture.” “You are the girl in the picture.” “Oh.” You nodded thoughtfully. “Then probably.” He was beginning to understand why Shoko looked like she needed a vacation. By the time you reached the bedroom, Sukuna thought the worst was over. It wasn’t. Not even close. The first thing you did was sit on the floor instead of the bed. “Why are you sitting there?” “I fell.” “Fair enough.” Five minutes later you somehow became fascinated by the ceiling fan. Sukuna looked up from his phone to find you lying flat on your back staring at it. “What are you doing?” “Watching.” “Watching what?” “The fan.” “Why?” “It’s spinning.” “That’s generally what fans do.” “Crazy.” Then you laughed so hard you nearly choked on absolutely nothing. Sukuna watched in silence as you spent the next ten minutes finding the existence of a ceiling fan hilarious. When that finally stopped, you abruptly sat up and announced that you needed a snack. This turned out to be a mistake. The kitchen became a disaster zone within minutes. You opened the refrigerator and stood there staring into it like it contained the secrets of the universe. “What are you looking for?” Sukuna asked.

“I don’t know.” “Helpful.” You grabbed a carton of eggs. “Not that.” You put the eggs back and pulled out a bottle of ketchup. “Also not that.” The ketchup went back. Then came shredded cheese.

Then orange juice. Then somehow a lemon. For reasons nobody would ever understand, you became emotionally attached to the lemon. “He’s coming upstairs with me.” “No.” “His name is Gregory.” “Absolutely not.” Somehow Gregory the lemon made it upstairs anyway. Twenty minutes later Sukuna found you asleep for approximately forty-five seconds before waking up in a panic because you couldn’t find Gregory. The lemon was in your lap. Once Gregory was recovered, you became convinced you needed to call someone. “Who?” Sukuna asked. “I don’t know.” “Then why are you calling them?” “Feels important.” Fortunately, your phone died before disaster could strike. Unfortunately, that led to a twenty-minute discussion about whether phones got tired. “Maybe he’s sleeping,” you said sadly, holding the dead phone. “It’s electronics.” “That’s kinda judgmental.”

At some point you ended up wrapped in a blanket sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor while attempting to teach Gregory life lessons. Sukuna ignored it until he heard, “And that’s why taxes are scary.” Then he had questions. “You don’t pay taxes.” “Neither does Gregory.” “He’s a lemon.” “Exactly.” Eventually the energy started fading. Your words became slower. Your eyes drooped. You forgot what you were saying halfway through sentences. One minute you were trying to explain why raccoons probably had secret meetings, and the next you were sitting quietly staring at nothing. Sukuna noticed the shift immediately. The chaos disappeared first. Then the laughter. Then the endless stream of nonsense. What remained was just exhaustion. You curled up on the edge of the bed, blanket still wrapped around your shoulders. Gregory sat beside you like a loyal companion. “I’m tired,” you mumbled. “Clearly.” “Today was weird.” “You don’t remember half of today.” “That’s probably for the best.” Sukuna couldn’t argue with that. You stared at the ceiling for a while. Then at him. Then back at the ceiling. “Thanks.” He frowned. “For what?” You shrugged. “Stuff.” Before he could ask what that meant, your eyes closed. A minute later you were asleep. Completely unconscious. Gregory the lemon rolled off the bed and hit the floor. Neither of you noticed. Sukuna looked at the lemon. Looked at you. Then shook his head. Tomorrow morning was going to be a nightmare.

[sweetieviti]

Omg I just discovered your blog and I’m obsessed with the way you write Kashimo. Him being a dick is so hot and realistic to me 🤣 I hope you do a part 2!

TYSMMMMM 💗🙂‍↕️ i’ll try to do a part two soon whenever i stop being lazy

[sweetieviti]

About my last ask, does Kashimo hate her bc they’re childhood friends? Or always just been at each others throat. I love that story so much I need more details 🤣 I can’t believe he’s dating the friend tho ugh! 😑 I’m so jealous lol

they have always hated each other. it’s more like a enemies with benefits but, thanks so much for your support💗💗

[sweetieviti]

kashimo x reader college au

The rain hammered down on the empty road, soaking through your clothes and chilling your skin. You stood there, fists clenched, as Kashimo finally stopped a few paces ahead. His teal hair was plastered to his head.

“You have been avoiding me for weeks,” you yelled, voice breaking through the storm. “Stop walking away like a coward, Kashimo.”

He turned, cyan eyes narrowing. Rain dripped from his lashes. “Not here.”

“You do not get to decide that.” You marched forward, shoes splashing in puddles. “On campus, you disappear every time I show up. Library, cafeteria, everywhere. I helped you with those lectures after your dumb fights, and now you act like I am nothing? What the hell is wrong with you?”

Tears mixed with the rain on your cheeks. You hated crying in front of him, but the anger and hurt had built up too much. “I hate this. I cried because of you. Nights wondering what I did to make you hate me.”

He stepped closer, jaw tight. “You think it was easy? Having to avoid you like this?!”

“Then why so i can fix it” you snapped. Your chest heaved. “please..”

He ran a hand through his wet hair, frustrated.

“I like you. Fuck, I like you way too much. Every time you’re around, I can’t even think straight. It pisses me off. I’m not built for this shit. These feelings make me soft, weak, pathetic. So yeah, I avoided you. I ran. Because admitting it means I need you.”

You stared at him, shocked. All that pain rushed back. “You idiot. You put me through weeks of hell because you are scared?”

“Im sorry” Regret flashed across his face.

“Sorry is not enough.” You shoved his chest. It barely moved him. The rain poured harder. “I hate you for it.” A sob escaped. You collapsed against him. He wrapped his arms around you tightly. One hand held the back of your head. The other pressed against your back. You clutched his soaked jacket, crying into his chest.

“I still hate you,” you mumbled.

“I know,” he said quietly. His voice was low against your hair. “I deserve it.”

You pulled back slightly. His eyes were intense, locked on yours. The rain eased to a drizzle. He leaned in. You met him halfway.

The kiss was soft and warm. His mouth moved against yours. You kissed him back hard, fingers gripping his hair. Rain and salt mixed on your lips. His hand tightened on your waist, pulling you closer.

When you broke apart, foreheads touching, you were both breathing heavily.

“what are we?,” you whispered.

“Whatever you want us to be.” he replied

He pulled you back into his arms.

[voxslut3434]

can yall tell im an absolute virgin because my writing is so dirty…… like ive never kissed, had sex, or even held hands with a boy romantically, but my god my mind can make up some shit.

might post another thing later tonight

[sweetieviti]

please please please I need more bitchy asshole Kashimo

soon soon, i have something brewing 😖

[remy-the-rattttt]

i didnt go on tumblr for a while and apparently my fav writer was actually a dick and they deactivated

rip bluukive💔💔💔

[kamislop]

found this video on twitter that made me horny or whatever and it made me think of denki ig... 18+ MDNI!!! or i'll buzzcut y'all in your sleep. uhhh mean!reader kinda and denki likes feet ok

You tuned out whatever movie was playing about half an hour ago. A very shitty comedy you wouldn't have been able to tell the plot of even if you tried— the writers must've been as high as you and your best friend are right now. Denki sits next to you, sprawled on your couch and manspreading like he owns it. The soda can in his hand has been lifted in the air for too long to be on purpose. Dude literally just forgot he was about to drink, instead laughing at whatever dumb shit they were saying on the screen.

Still, you don't hate this. It's become a sort of routine - he comes around, you smoke, raid your snack cabinet and then he leaves - and just as good of a way to unwind after a stressful week of revising as any. Sometime Denki makes a comment you simply hum in response at, sometimes you ask him to pass you the bag of sour Patch Kids on the coffee table so you can shove a handful in your mouth. You might even say that nights like this are fun.

You're not facing the tv, instead sitting with your side pressed against the backrest so you can stretch your legs over the cushions, or rather, stretch them as far as you can before meeting Denki's thigh. You know he wouldn't mind if you placed your feet on his lap, and that's exactly what you do when keeping your knees bent at that awkward angle becomes uncomfortable. He barely even acknowledges it, sparing all but a glance downwards before his eyes are glued back to the movie.

And in your hazed state, you float in and out of a light, bored slumber until the obnoxious sound of overly exaggerated moans successfully grab your attention. "What the fuck—" your eyebrows shoot up your forehead at the sight of a pair of tits taking up the whole screen. "Denks, are you watching porn on my fucking tv?"

"Dude, I swear I had no idea this was gonna happen," he barely manages to get out the reply through his gaping maw, golden eyes plastered to the jiggling boobs. They were nice, you could agree on that. Your feet are still on Denki's lap, and underneath his gray sweatpants - you don't even trouble yourself with thinking about how many days in a row he's worn these - you feel a twitch.

"Oh you have to be shitting me," you snort, looking at him with wide eyes. "You're hard?"

That seems to get him out of the loop, finally peeling his gaze away to look at you. "What? I'm high, there's boobs on the tv— can't really control it," he shrugs lazily. You scoff, moving your legs to pull them away from his lap. One of his large hands locks both of your ankles in place, making your feet press down on his crotch. "W-What are you—"

"Please," Denki pleads, half-whispering, half-whining. You can only watch in disbelief as he starts to buck his hips, using the friction of the fabric and the light pressure of your feet on his aching hard-on to get himself off. Sure, you and Denki have kissed before. Sure, you've even slept together. But this? This was new.

But you have to admit, the desperation that's painted all over his face is kinda turning you on. You feel your eyelids drop, lips stretching in a lazy, cheshire cat grin. "Oh you poor baby," you coo, a mean edge in your voice. "Getting so needy and desperate at a pair of boobs on tv like a fucking teenager. Can't help but hump me like a dog to make yourself cum?"

His pace is a choppy staccato, fingers flexing around your ankles as he tries to find the right angle. His eyes are closed, movie forgotten, lips parted in staggered puffs of air as he ruts into your feet. "P-Please, ngh… don't be mean… I-I can't help it," he gasps weakly.

"Don't be mean?" You parrot back. "But you love it when I'm mean to you, Denks, don't you?"

Denki's head lolls back against the couch, Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp, eyebrows knitted in what's either a focused or a pained expression— you can't really tell. "Y-Yes I do just— fuck, I-I really need to cum, please—" he's rambling, and you would be lying if you said that he doesn't look really fucking pretty when he's like this.

"You wanna cum?" You tut, grinning. When his hold loosens just a bit, your toes play with the waistband of his pants for a second before you're sliding a foot under the fabric, pressing against his throbbing cock through his Minecraft boxers.

"O-Oh my god, oh fuck, j-just like that—" Denki rolls his hips upwards faster, and you might even help him a bit by rubbing over his length with unhurried movements. His hand wraps around your shin with a bruising grip as he cums, body locking up and a chant of "thank you, thank you, thank you," spilling from his pretty lips.

The material under your foot turns warm and sticky, and you can't control your face when your nose scrunches up with a mildly disgusted grimace. "I can't believe you literally creamed your pants, you're disgusting," you mumble, tucking your knees to your chest. Really, it's all an excuse to subtly clench your thighs together for a semblance of relief.

Denki's panting for a while longer to come down from his high before he turns to look at you. "I'm gross? You just gave me a footjob, babe," he's smirking smugly. "We're gross."

You're about to protest when he suddenly lays on his stomach, prying your legs open to press a cheek against your inner thigh. "Now c'mon, let me make a mess on you so we're even. Cotton mouth is kinda crazy right now and I'm way too lazy to go grab water."

As weird as the night has been, you suppose this isn't the worst outcome.

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[sweetieviti]

The cool tile of the kitchen counter bit into your hips as Kashimo slammed you forward, bending you over the edge with one ruthless shove. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the wet, obscene slap of skin on skin. Your hands scrambled for purchase on the granite, but he didn’t give you time to steady yourself.

His fingers twisted tight in your hair, yanking your head back sharply until your spine arched. “Eyes on me,” he growled

The shock collar sat snug around your throat. He kept the remote in his free hand, thumb hovering over the button. It had been on for most of the night. Every time you’d tried to bite back, every time your legs shook too hard and you started to slip, he’d pressed it again. Sharp, stinging jolts that made your muscles seize and your pussy clench around his cock.

Another brutal thrust came—hitting so deep it punched the air from your lungs. You cried out, the sound raw.

“Fuck—Kashimo—”

He slapped your ass hard, the crack echoing through the kitchen. Before you could even gasp, he pressed the button.

The shock ripped through you—white-hot, blinding. Your whole body jerked, thighs trembling violently as your cunt fluttered and spasmed around his thick length. He groaned at the feeling, hips snapping forward even harder, fucking you through the aftershocks.

“That’s it,” he hissed, leaning over you, chest pressed to your back. “Milk my cock like the slut you are.”

He spit on your cheek, the warm saliva sliding down toward your open mouth. You whimpered, humiliated and aching, but you didn’t turn away. He liked you like this—messy, stupid, and weak.

Another sharp yank on your hair and he pulled you up higher, forcing you onto your tiptoes as he drove into you from behind. The angle made you see stars. The collar buzzed with warning against your skin.

“You’re going to cum again,” he ordered, “And you’re going to thank me while you’re doing it.”

His hand cracked across your ass again, harder this time, and he didn’t wait—he shocked you right as the orgasm slammed into you. The combination ripped a broken scream from your throat. Your vision whited out. Your pussy gushed around him, slick dripping down your thighs onto the kitchen floor as your body convulsed.

Kashimo laughed low against your ear, cruel and satisfied, still buried to the hilt inside you.

“atta girl.”

He didn’t pull out. He simply pressed the button again—while he started moving once more.

[sweetieviti]

The house was too quiet, the kind of silence that pressed on your chest like a guilty secret. Down the hall, your mom slept soundly in the master bedroom she now shared with Toji’s dad. The thought made your stomach twist even as heat pooled between your legs. Toji wasn’t supposed to be in your room. He was your stepbrother, for fuck’s sake. But the moment your mom and his dad had gone to bed, he’d slipped through your door like he owned the place.

You were on your back in the same bed you’d slept in since you were a kid, quilt twisted around your waist. Toji knelt between your spread thighs, his shoulders so broad they forced your legs open wider than felt decent.

“Been thinking about this pussy since we met.” he murmured, voice low and rough. His big hands slid up your inner thighs”

Your face burned. You were a virgin. Completely untouched until tonight. And he was your stepbrother. The wrongness of it made you try to close your legs on instinct, thighs trembling as they attempted to hide what he was staring at so openly.

Toji’s grip tightened immediately, palms pressing your thighs down hard against the mattress. “Don’t even think about it,” he growled. “These legs stay open for me.”

You whimpered and grabbed the pillow beside your head, dragging it over your burning face. The lavender scent of your mom’s detergent filled your nose, a sharp reminder of where you were. Of who he was.

His tongue dragged up your slit in one slow, filthy stroke. Your whole body jerked, a muffled cry dying into the pillow. He licked again, slower, savoring you, circling your clit with the flat of his tongue before dipping down to push inside your tight entrance. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room—his mouth on you, the slick glide, the low groans he made like he couldn’t get enough.

You tried to squeeze your thighs together again, overwhelmed by the intensity, but he held them apart with ease, fingers digging into your soft flesh. When the urge hit harder, you gave in and clamped them around his head instead, squeezing tight. Toji only groaned in approval, the vibration shooting straight through your clit.

“Fuck—Toji,” you gasped into the pillow, voice cracking. Your fingers twisted in the fabric as he slid one thick finger inside you, stretching your virgin walls. The burn was sharp and sweet, making your back arch.

He curled that finger, stroking that spot that made you see stars, while his tongue flicked relentlessly over your swollen clit. You were soaking his chin, the sounds growing louder, wetter. Your mom was right down the hall. The thought should’ve made you stop. Instead it twisted the shame into something hotter.

He added a second finger, scissoring gently, opening you up while sucking your clit into his mouth. Your thighs locked harder around his head, hips twitching despite how hard he pinned you down.

“Come on, baby sis,” he rasped against your pussy, the taboo words making you throb. “Let your stepbrother make you cum. Stop hiding that pretty face and take it.”

The coil in your belly snapped without warning. You came hard, thighs squeezing his head like a vice, a broken sob muffled by the pillow as pleasure crashed through you in hot, blinding waves. Your body shook uncontrollably, pussy clenching around his fingers while he kept licking you through it, greedy and unrelenting.

Only when you were whimpering and oversensitive did he pull back, rising over you. He yanked the pillow away, revealing your flushed, tear-streaked face. His lips were shiny with your arousal, that scar tugging as he smirked.

[sweetieviti]

authors note: I wrote this while only having 13 minutes of sleep, so yes there’s gonna be some errors and I don’t give a shit.

The door clicked open and your stomach dropped.

You’d spent the whole week a wreck curled up in his hoodie on the couch, eyes swollen, replaying the fight in your head. The way you’d yelled at him for leaving again.

But the second you heard his footsteps, you were moving without thinking.

You bolted off the couch and ran straight into him before he could even get his shoes off properly. Your arms wrapped tight around his waist, face buried in his chest. Your shoulders started shaking right away as the tears came.

Satoru let out a low, tired laugh.

“Honey?..” he murmured, wrapping his long arms around you. One hand cradled the back of your head, fingers slipping into your hair, while the other rubbed slow circles on your back.

You clung to him harder, fists bunching in his shirt, voice muffled and cracking.

“you left me.” you whispered, tears soaking into him. “for a week.”

He hugged you tighter, chin resting on top of your head as he let out a soft breath.

“I know.” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to your hair. “it was a long trip. I’m home now.”

You just kept crying into his chest, holding your husband like the crybaby you always turned into when it came to him.

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Balls

uh.