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[tarotoge]

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𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 .ೀ .ᐟ soft sex with yuta in the bath

you sigh as you enter the house, completely exhausted from the work day.

yuta notices as soon as you step through the front door. the way you slowly lean over to take off your shoes with a pained hiss tells him enough.

"let me help you," he says, padding his feet over to your side, "you're hurting."

you send him a soft smile, allowing him to kneel down in front of you and untie the laces to slide them off of your feet.

"thank you, baby," you coo, reaching up to run your fingers through his soft locks.

he blushes, then stands back up. "i'll run a bath, too," he adds, "why don't you have some dinner while i set that up for you? i made yakisoba."

you nod. he helps guide you towards the kitchen to sit down at the dining table. you quietly enjoy your meal, humming from the savoury taste of your favourite dish. yuta was the best cook you knew.

later, when you finally go to relax in the bath, your body melts into the healing warmth of the steaming water, releasing a blissful sigh as you submerge every inch of yourself. you close your eyes, waking up a few minutes later to yuta rummaging through something beside you. you hadn't realized you drifted off, and so quickly at that.

"sorry, baby," he smiles apologetically, "didn't mean to disturb you." your heart stopped when you finally took notice of how he looked- he was damp and glistening from head to toe with a towel wrapped around his hips. he must have used the guest bathroom to shower. "i forgot my body lotion in here."

your lids lowered, stomach flipping at the sight of your beautiful, sexy husband standing half-naked in front of you.

"stay," you demand sweetly, moving your body to rest your arms on the side of the tub. you reach a hand out and tug gently, yet teasingly, at the edge of his towel. "come relax with me."

he inhales a slow, hesitant breath, eyes trickling from the top of your head down to your feet, taking in every beautiful, exposed curve of your body.

"i already showered," he chuckles, cheeks hot. he wanted you so bad, but being the kind of man he was, he didn't want to make you... hurt even more than you already did.

you pouted, looking up at him with glassy, begging eyes. you noticed his lips part as soon as his gaze met yours. "fuck, don't look at me like that," he muttered. your eyes flickered down to the tent hidden beneath his towel, which was so conveniently positioned right in front of your mouth. with a sultry smirk, you pushed your head forward just enough to brush your lips over it. he hissed, eyes rolling backwards involuntarily.

"please?" you ask. "i think you being in here with me will help me feel better much faster."

"i-i don't want to cause you more pain," he admits, eyelashes still fluttering as you stay hovered over him there. he could feel your hot breath seeping through the barrier's material.

you smile reassuringly, but not without a subtle, teasing glint. "honey, you won't. we'll take it slow and gentle, i promise."

curse having a sexy, persuasive wife.

you really weren't someone capable of being that convincing, to be honest. he was just a simp.

he gives in with a defeated, yet excited sigh- he trusted you. "okay."

it didn't take long for you to slip on top of him, straddling his thighs with resolve as you rode his thick cock and kissed his sweet face.

"f-fuck," he chokes quietly, lips quivering as the now tepid water splashes between your bodies with each drop of your hips, "you're so perfect, baby."

you feather your lips over his cheek before swiping your tongue across it towards his mouth. you land there with a delicate nibble on his bottom lip. he groans, head falling backwards against the shower wall whilst you continue to ride him slow and steady. he grips your waist harder.

"keep squeezing me like that."

"i love you, baby, shit- you take me so well."

"need you to come. need to feel you."

he's sucking lovebites into your neck when you finally release, and he chokes out a strained moan, heavy breaths dripping off his tongue whilst you ride him through your orgasm. his hips sputter against yours moments later, nails digging into your sides as he fills you up with his hot, milky seed. he lets out a whine as you both come to a still, his head falling forward into your chest. he kisses the dip between your breasts with a satisfied hum.

"you feel relaxed now, baby?" he chuckles lightly, "the pain's all gone?"

you tilt your head down and kiss the top of his head. "of course," you smile, "all i can feel now is your cum inside of me."

god, how much he loved your dirty, beautiful self.

he felt so lucky.

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[sundriedsheets]

𓂃✍︎ 18+ mdni · oh, baby, look what you started?

Something about the way Yūta is polishing his sword has gotten you feeling quite aroused. It's a completely surprising feeling, though perhaps it's more to do with the time spent being apart than anything. His hands move in precise fluidity; from the hilt to the tip, there is a certain way his muscles tighten in their movements. Sometimes he catches you staring, and Yūta offers a teasing wink before he returns to his chore.

A contented sigh escapes your lips, simply because of how domestically peaceful this all feels.

"What's on your mind, sweetheart?" He piques your interest with that boyish grin.

"Nothing much, really." You nestle your chin on top of your folded arms. "How long are you still going to keep doing that?"

"A while, sorry."

You whine playfully at his response. "20 more minutes?"

"I suppose," he says apologetically.

You turn yourself over so now your back is pressed against the mattress. The hems of your blue nightgown rise higher when you prop both knees up, and while you either seemed not to care or that you must've overlooked it, Yūta notices the skin of your inner thigh, glistening from the body oil you used earlier.

"You're quite persistent today, aren't you?" Yūta says with a breathy chuckle. "Is there anything you want to do instead?"

Listlessly, you play with the front laces of your nightdress. "Nah, I think I can wait. It's been a while since we've had this much time together, so I don't mind just spending it like this."

"Are you sure? We can do something else if you really want to?"

You laugh, twirling and tugging the laces around your fingers so you can do something to pass the time and to simmer the heat that's been coiling slowly in the pit of your stomach.

"No, it's okay." You tell him honestly. "I know you need to clean your sword. Might as well do it now, huh?"

You reach for your ankle and scratch it.

Had you stopped staring at the ceiling, wondering if you should actually place those glow-in-the-dark stickers like your sensei recommended, you definitely would have noticed the change in Yūta's stare. Where once they held something light and teasing, they turn into a subtle hunger for you.

"What's on your mind now?" Yūta asks again. You miss the way his tone goes lower.

"Hmm? Uhm, I'm thinking about getting those damn stars Sensei's been yapping about and placing them on our ceiling. Never really had those when I was younger."

"Yeah? We can grab some this weekend if you want."

You look at him with a smile. "I was half-kidding, but you make it sound so fun to do. You think we can jump on the bed and see which one puts the most stars?"

Yūta returns your smile with his. "I'd let you win, you know that."

You return your attention to your front laces. "Yūta,"

"What is it, baby?"

"I — never mind. Forget I said anything."

"You barely said anything." Yūta chortles. "What is it?"

"Think you can continue that tomorrow? You've been at it for a while now." You pout, stealing a glance at him. When you catch him looking, and he looks too damn good, you slap your hands against your eyes and groan. "It's just — ugh! — never mind! Keep doing what you're doing!"

Confused, Yūta tilts his head and blinks. "Wha — why? What is it?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

"Don't be like that. What's wrong?"

"You're going to laugh!" You mumble against your hands. "So, no!"

"I won't know until you actually tell me."

Cheeks uncontrollably burning and focus set anywhere but the man who's busy cleaning his sword, you admittedly whisper, hoping it's not enough for him to hear: "I'm really horny, Yūta. I want you to touch me, that's why."

There is an out-of-tune shhhiiiiing coming from Yūta's direction, then silence.

Of course, he heard it.

You two remain frozen for some time, allowing the silence to stretch. You don't dare look at him just yet, but you can clearly tell that the air has shifted from the sudden change you've caused.

You are honestly fine waiting for him to finish, but the more stolen glances passing between each other, the talks you thought would've tried calming yourself down (if you had known, too, he was doing the same), the way he laughed and it's that kind of rasped laughter you'd die for — none of those have helped you. In fact, every bit of interaction has led to fueling your heat more.

"Y-Yūta?" You call out to him, still not looking where he's at.

He still says nothing, and you're left wondering whether you've given your poor, tired lover a heart attack.

"What're you —" You sit up at the exact moment you catch Yūta in the middle of gathering his cleaning supplies, his weapon, and chair across the room and dragging them to the foot of the bed, where he uncharacteristically plops himself down.

"On your back." He orders, eyes ablaze at your slightly damp underwear. "Legs up."

You blink, momentarily speechless.

"I won't ask again. Take off your underwear and play with yourself until I finish here."

"O-Oh?"

"Don't keep me waiting, baby," Yūta warns.

Hesitantly, you do as you're told, throwing your underwear carelessly aside. One of your fingers teasingly hovers atop your clit. "Wait — but what if I come?"

"Then keep coming."

Your hands finally settle down to your pussy, spreading it open for Yūta. He only takes one gentle swipe at it, causing you to whimper, before he picks up his sword and polishes it again.

"In, baby." He commands.

Your fingers dip inside. You imagine that they were his fingers pumping in and out of you.

"Good."

"Fuck, Yūta!" You moan for his name; you beckon him with a plea to come and let him fuck you mercilessly instead. But Yūta's restraint is unparalleled, and so he sits there and watches.

"Use your other hand and play with your clit, too. Twist and pull it for me."

As if he were born with Inumaki's cursed speech, your other hand seems to have no difficulty following his orders. Your fingers pull, twist, and even rub your clit aggressively.

The squelching sounds coming from your wet mound harmonize along with Yūta's cleaning.

"Add a finger. Add as much as you want, baby. Pump yourself until you come for me. Will you do that? Will you come for me?"

"Yes! Fuuuck!" You arch your back.

"That's my good girl."

The pace at which your fingers are pistoning goes faster. Your breath grows uneven, your knees begin to buckle from a lack of control. One of Yūta's hands grips you tightly in place, steadying you as he always does.

"That's it. There we go. Come for me, my love." Yūta praises you breathlessly. "I think you've also squirted. That's a good girl."

"I —"

"Shh," Yūta kisses your knee. "I'm not finished yet, so keep playing with yourself."

"I-I need a moment, though."

"I didn't tell you to stop, my love. You're horny, aren't you? So, keep going." He strokes your gaping pussy, languidly flicking your bud as well. "Look at you being all needy."

He raises his slicked fingers covered with your release to where you can see. And in that moment of pure undulated heat, he puts it in his mouth. He sucks on his fingers once, then licks them from the rims, then to the base. He made sure you never take your eyes off of him.

"Again, baby." He softly orders.

Shakily, you jerk yourself again with that haunting memory Yūta offered for you.

After coming the first time, the next two rush to you quicker. You remember begging him to stop cleaning and fuck you already, but he always says the same thing: that he's not finished and just keep on going, baby.

Oh, but you listen. You always listen to everything Yūta says, and he always revels in that control he's got over you. Except what goes out of that potty, little mouth of yours that always breaks Yūta's concentration into pieces he doesn't think he knows how to fix.

"Baby," you mewl, you whine, you cry out desperately for him in that hopeless voice you use when you want something he knows he can give you and that you know he'd give in to, "please, fuck me now. Please, I've been coming for you over and over, but I want your cock, please. My fingers are not enough, baby. Please, stretch me. Please. Yūta, where are you? Please! Oh my God, just drop that fucking sword to the ground and fuck me already!"

You are incessantly babbling that you haven't even realized Yūta's been finished cleaning after your third release, and he's been standing over you, listening all this time.

Then, he undresses himself, takes your hands away from your mound with a kiss, and plunges himself home inside of you. Both of you groan at the contact, and you pull him much, much closer to you.

"Oh, baby," he whispers sweetly to you, "look what you started?"

"Yūtaaa," You moan shamelessly.

He thrusts in and out. You follow the movements for more. Your kisses are everywhere; lips meet lips, eyes, skin, anywhere you two can touch and taste each other.

His hands knead your ass and thighs, and for some inexplicable reason, it feels so intimate; you feel like crying. And when you do, he thumbs them away and tells you just how beautiful you are for him. How lucky he is that you're his and how you return it to him that you're lucky that he's yours.

What began as fucking turns into the most intimate sex you two have had for a long time. Those moments where missions have driven you two apart and wishing to have a few more seconds with each other have finally made up to this.

"I love you," he whispers against your lips.

"I love you, too," you seal with a kiss.

He spills inside you warmly, as you come for him once more. He peppers you with kisses and a poetry of sweet nothings. And when all has been said and done, both of you could only laugh freely.

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[gabbyp09]

[bubiliviary]

covers yuta in five BILLION kisses 💋🩷

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Yuka's shadow

[hinamie]

I’ll toy with all the things that get in our way

[sundriedsheets]

𓂃✍︎ 18+ mdni · yūta visits you unexpectedly

Maki has been berating you for the past hour, her voice rising as the phone against your ear grows warmer.

You couldn't exactly put her on speaker an hour ago, since you were out running errands — hence the issue at hand.

"When we said you take it easy, we mean total bed rest," Maki states firmly in disapproval. "That's still pushing past your limits."

You swirl the cherry-flavored lollipop with your tongue before responding, "I just needed some fresh air, and going across the bakery wasn't too bad.”

“Going by yourself is the bad part here, you understand?”

“Besides," you place your shoes back into their rack, and pad your way into your bedroom, where you inconveniently plop right down the middle with a heavy sigh, "I was cleared by Gojō Sensei a few days ago. I should be fine to move around a bit."

"Tsk! That blindfolded dumbass wouldn't know any better! You barely came back alive from that stupid mission he assigned you, so what makes you think he knows what’s best for you?"

You appreciate your friend's sentiment, but when days start to stretch and the walls begin to close in, going out every once in a while helps you avoid breaking down.

Although you understand Maki's worry about the matter. You didn't exactly . . . show up whole and alive to them when Panda and Toge rescued you.

In fact, the mission is all but scattered fragments, merely pieced together from what Panda last witnessed, to Gojō' Sensei's unreliable summary, to Maki's scalding remarks, and lastly to Inumaki's ingredients.

What you can, however, deduce from their antics is that there was a curse that wasn't in the data — and that was what got you cornered.

You stretch your arms towards the ceiling and flex your hands. Shokō regenerated what was lost from you. The bone structure looks the same, though you still feel it's entirely different now.

" — there?"

"Hm?" You snap back into the conversation, "Sorry, what did you say?"

You can already hear what your friend would say: this is exactly why you should've stayed in bed, that you're spacing out isn't a good sign, and that you're not fully recovered yet to even think about moving. And even if it's been nearly a month since the incident, pushing yourself beyond what’s necessary is like asking for another round with death.

Instead, perhaps sensing your unease, Maki tells you, "Get some rest. We're coming over tomorrow to make sure you won't lift a finger."

You chuckle. "Yeah. That sounds good."

You place your phone above your head, move the lollipop to the other end, and close your eyes. You welcome the silence enveloping you with its security.

Sleep doesn't come naturally for you, so it's surprising when you realize you've knocked out. Perhaps it's the mixture of the day being boring and mundane (and you love it) or the antibiotics kicking in, either way, you're thoroughly impressed you've fallen asleep.

By the time you blink your eyes to stay awake, the sky has already darkened considerably. There is a faint sliver of glow from the moon that filters through the blinds of your windows, accompanied by the bustling lights from the bakery that usually stays open past its closing.

Despite the lack of lighting, you aren't quite submerged in the darkness of the night. You can see the outlines of your furniture when you squint.

The lollipop is still in your mouth as you leisurely let yourself regain focus. Your left cheek is numb from sheltering it for hours while you've dozed off. So, you move it to the other side with a loud clack against your front teeth.

Then that's when you realize something is undeniably off.

The echo falls a note short when your lollipop contacts your teeth. Usually, with how spacious your room is, everything that you do bounces around the walls. And with one less echo, you deduce that someone's in this room.

You refuse to let panic seize you, but your options are vastly limited. Firstly, your weapons were destroyed during the incident. Maki is supposed to hand over the new replacements within the week; therefore, this isn't an option you can choose.

Then there's your cursed energy. While a plausible solution, it's not exactly what you have in mind. You're still trying to build your strength back up, or at least, try to assimilate the loss of limbs that were healed back into your system. Having lost several pressure points and sensory nerves, it's like learning how to walk again.

Unfortunately, with this option, you'd count yourself lucky if you can somehow get through the door and run for it. If whoever is in your room is stupid enough to let you escape. And that's unlikely, because if they have managed to bypass your curses and combine that with your insane amount of bad luck, then this trespasser is considerably strong.

So your best bet, you conclude, is your phone, which is somewhere above your head. But by calling, you need to make sure it's someone who can get to you — impossibly fast.

And the only one you know within the vicinity of Tokyo is Gojō Sensei.

You pretend to stretch your arms, feigning that you just woke up. You spread and move your arms left and right, widening their reaches for your device, but both come empty.

You swear internally. You know, and you remember, that you placed that above your head. Unless whoever is in this room, watching you, knew what you're planning to do and moved it beforehand.

You force yourself to yawn. Then you allow a brief pause to settle before you stretch your arms the second time. When you feel nothing of the shape of your phone again, you become a bit more desperate, though you will force yourself to maintain composure.

You fold one of your legs, dangling from the edge of the bed, and prop it up. With one more careless yawn, you use this momentum and slide yourself further towards the upper-center of your bed.

And that's when you hear:

"Don't move."

Toge's voice compels you to do his bidding. From the corner of your eyes, to the very left of you, there is a silhouette of him standing rigidly. He's rather hard to discern, really, but you can't mistake Toge's voice anywhere.

You visibly relax, though a part of you can't shake off the unsettling feeling.

"You got me, Toge." You laugh nervously. "All right. If this is about me walking out to do some little errands, you don't need to fuss about it, too. Maki already gave me the gist."

But Toge doesn't reply with his usual onigiri ingredients. Instead, what he offers you in return for your remark is unbearable silence.

You grunt and force yourself to move against the technique, even just an inch, to look at him. "Toge?" You call out, cursing when you won't budge. "Okay, I think I understand. Lesson learned. Aha, please, let go of the command now. Seriously."

Toge still says nothing, though you hear the lightest of footsteps coming towards you.

And that's when sheer cold panic courses through your veins instantaneously. Whoever this person is, he is not Toge. Because Toge's energy doesn't move like an erratic whirlpool, it isn't trying to tether to just one powerful core. This one adapts, as if it's meant to be something far beyond the absolute power of divinity.

You don't know how he managed to mimic Toge or how he's obtained his cursed speech, since the only one you personally know is not in Tokyo.

Whoever this person is, you don't think you'd be able to make it out alive.

You will have to stop thinking and keep pretending. Being ignorant in this situation could get you out. "Toge, I know you're worried about me, but I was fine. I even got you some ham and cheese. Would you like to eat with me?"

You would have flinched if you could when you feel a finger, then two — three — and then their palm — skim the shape of your propped knee. It runs pliably and deliberately with its strokes. You feel their hand drag down to your raised leg, towards the shape of your ankle, and rest on the soles of your feet.

There, their hold changes, grabbing your foot and placing it on their right shoulder. It takes a second more for your brain to register that your leg has shifted.

A gruff tone comes out from you as you try your hardest to resist the command once more.

Then they lean forward, going closer until you feel the fan of their breath brush the tip of your nose intimately. You can smell the clean musk radiating off his neck. Any words you wish to have said to de-escalate the situation have run dry.

"I thought you died."

Your garbled response makes you choke.

"I was told that you were sent on a mission." He caresses your ankle reverently while he nuzzles his lips to your throat ravenously. "And that you almost didn't make it. I had to make sure. I need to."

You can't believe it. Holy crap.

"Yū — Yūta?"

In all honesty, you and the others were informed a long time ago by Gojō Sensei that Yūta was going to travel overseas for personal reasons. It didn't come as a surprise to any of you that Yūta, being a special-grade sorcerer, was being sent away, despite your selfish pleas of having him with you just a little longer.

And that was a couple of months ago. From what you know, his trip is almost indefinite, and you would rather quell the hope of seeing him sooner rather than later.

Yet, here he is before you, watching you intensely, basking in you like a depraved man. Almost as if, should he fail to do so, you might slip through his fingers permanently.

"Are you healed properly?" Yūta questions.

You blink and clear your throat. "I am."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm not allowed to go on missions yet, but I can move around better than these past few days." You pause. "Actually, how much do you know about my mission?"

Yūta doesn't answer for a while. His eyes roam around your body.

"Yūta?"

Yūta, for the most part, listens at last. "Gojō Sensei sent me a letter a couple of days ago."

"Of course, he did," you grumble incoherently.

"It's said that you're in bad shape and I should brace myself in case you don't make it."

"He wrote what?"

Son of a bitch. Oh, you are going to kill that man. In fact, Maki will do you the honors once you tell her what he just basically committed. Of all the people not to trigger, Yūta is unquestionably the one person you shouldn't choose.

Yūta's shoulders quiver. His hand that isn't holding your ankle cups your cheek tightly. "I couldn't think straight. Miguel found out about it eventually, and he helped me book a flight at the earliest of convenience. Rika did the work next and tracked you down."

"Gojō Sensei," you groan outrageously. Trust that he makes things worse. Of course, he always does.

"Is he wrong about it?" Yūta's touches stop.

"No, no. It's not that. It wasn't supposed to end that way," you admit, "I was only meant to investigate a rundown place that houses several weak curses. If they aren't much, I would exorcize them. What no one expected was that there was a special grade that was cleverly masking its energy through the mass amount of the weaker ones."

Yūta presses his forehead on your mattress, just a hairsbreadth away from you. His ragged breathing thunders past your ears. It sounds so hollow, broken, and dismantled, much like how he sounded the first time you met him. "And?"

"Blasted my legs and arm off before Ijichi could have said anything else. I don't remember what happened next about the mission or even the curses, but Panda said they've been wiped clean just recently."

"I almost lost you," comes his muffled voice, yet neither of you can miss the haunting dread of his tone, "and I wasn't even there."

"No one could have known." You say in comfort. "I also should've been more attentive to my surroundings. I got too arrogant, and it cost me almost dearly."

He shakes his head, muttering to himself that it's all the reason he should've gone back sooner.

"Yūta," you call him, pushing your lollipop back to the left side. Thankfully, your mouth and your eyes can still move on their own. "Can you release me?"

Yūta's muttering ceases, almost suddenly. The hold around your ankle steels, shackling and submitting you to his strength. When he pushes himself a little higher to cage you beneath him, to have you look into his eyes that's rid of the hesitancy he once bore like an armor, you can only allow yourself to swallow visibly.

Whatever training he has received in Africa, or wherever else he's been situated by Sensei, Yūta has changed profoundly.

He takes your lollipop from your mouth and puts it in his. Even a measly sweet sucker is commanded to obey his tongue.

It seems wrong to think about how sensual it looks when Yūta nestles the lollipop against the back of his teeth, never letting his eyes leave yours as he compels you to watch him. Then he breaks a tiny piece from it with a press of his jaw down.

It was carnal, the best way you can put it. The precision with which he merely takes what's needed and leaves the rest incomplete.

"I need to see for myself." He states. "I need to make sure you're actually fine."

He inspects the leg that's resting on his shoulder first. He carefully rotates your ankle, thoroughly examining for any unusual bones protruding through your skin. For one thing, he certainly doesn't like how delayed your reactions are.

You say it's because it's still trying to heal internally, but his muttering tells you otherwise; he isn't pleased with the results.

He places his own knee at the center of you, narrowly brushing your most intimate part, when he lifts your other leg and places it on top, too.

Yūta's attention moves from one limb to the next, making sure that everything's perfect. You let him at this point, not that you've got your choice yet, but you are beginning to think that this feels rather nice, with how gentle and attentive he is with you. And in the recesses of your muddled brain, how aroused he makes you feel.

His movement falters briefly when his hands reach the hem of your shorts. You peek an eye open and look at him.

There is a certain gaze he has, fixated on what's covering you. "I need to look in here as well."

Before you can utter, he already pulls them down, and you resist a moan from the cold breeze that seems to nip your skin bitterly. Yūta gets off the bed and crouches below you, his face leveling to your nether region. He tests a finger, pushing towards your center fold. Immediately, you soak him completely.

"Let me," he says, and pries your labia open.

"Ah, Yūta!" you breathlessly call out. The cold air bites you harsher the more he opens you wider.

"Perfect." He says.

He inserts three fingers: one flicks your clit around while the other two slowly entice you back and forth with their rhythmic pace.

"Absolutely perfect."

It goes on for several more minutes, with only the euphoric whines you can provide. The sounds of your breathing calling wretchedly out for him and the squelches of your starving cunt are the symphonies both of you can only hear through this room.

Suddenly, Yūta twists and curls his fingers roughly inside, and you feel yourself awash with an overwhelming sense of liberation.

You moan uproariously, the sounds bouncing from one corner to the next.

Yūta watches with a penetrating epiphany of just how sinfully wet your core is, how greedy it becomes for him that you would actually give in and submit to his whims. What a deplorable woman, staining his fingers with the most precious thing no one will ever come to know.

You feel him lap your cunt when you start leaking, scooping his tongue to get more from you. You moan for him to stop and give you a second. He only does when you cry his name louder.

"You taste perfect."

Yūta shifts, and swiftly, he takes his cursed-imbued katana from its scabbard and seamlessly rips the remaining of your clothes with a clean slice.

You are still reeling from your release, and being bare for him is quite honestly the least of your concerns.

He pulls up and touches your breasts and feels the suppleness of them on his hands. Next, he checks your waist, which doesn't seem like it's been dislocated and then relocated back in.

"Good." He nods, the sound of your lollipop in his mouth clacks.

He shuffles to your collarbone — and all's fine in that area, too. To your back, the sides of your neck, your throat. He opens your mouth, stares into your eyes, and double-checks your head for any stitches he wasn't informed of. Nothing of the ordinary. Everything's all good.

And yet, there is an indisputable rage that you feel radiating from his presence, choking you from how lethally potent it's exuding. Whether that's directed to anyone in particular or the general gist of the whole situation, you can hardly tell because Yūta is beyond furious.

"Yūta," you try in hopes that he can open up to you or calm him down. "Hey, look at me. I am fine. I'm still out of commission for the time being, though, since I need to let my nerves reset over here," you point your eyes to your legs, "get them accustomed to me again. But other than that, I'm fine."

Yūta nods stiffly. His mouth is clenched so hard, you can feel his nails digging sharply against your hips.

Clack. The candy goes. Clack. Clack. Clack.

"I'm here, Yūta. I promise that I'm all right. Gojō Sensei was exaggerating a bit in the letter. I didn't die. And you didn't have to come home, you know."

"Toge wrote to me as well." He says through gritted teeth. Clack. "Toge never writes unless something actually happened. And for him to do so, it was bad."

You relent with a sigh. "Okay, yes, it was, but only for a moment. I was fixed up in time, and so, don't worry too much about it. Please?"

Clack. "No."

"Yūta," you beg, "Please? Trust me. I'm okay. I don't know what else I can say to make you feel better right now, but please know that I'm okay."

Clack-clackclack-clack.

"Please, come here."

Yūta settles his gaze back to you and does as he's told. You coax him to give in to your lips, and after a few more tries, he finally obeys, once he removes the lollipop, as he cages you with his hands on either side of your face.

He kisses you out of desperation and longing and the implied gut-wrenching terror of what could've been, the very same in which you feel burning inside of you when you thought you wouldn't be able to see him again.

"I've missed you." He says between his teeth.

"I've missed you, too." You utter back through labored breaths. "I've really missed you, Yūta."

"I'm here," he says. He licks your bottom lip for entrance, and you allow him. He moans against your mouth as he deepens the kiss hungrily. "I'm here."

One of his arms slides down with a resounding swoosh against your sheets, and before you can wonder what he's going to do, you feel a foreign thing protruding inside your cunt.

"Y-Yūta, what is t-that?" You try to break the kiss away, but with your movements rendered useless, it's difficult to try and even speak when he stops at nothing in claiming your lips repeatedly.

He doesn't deign to give you an answer either, too drunk on what he's doing.

"Yūta," you call again, gasping a moan, as you feel it bottoming in and out of you in swift motions. "Did you just put —"

Yūta tilts your head forcefully towards his, squeezes your cheeks to open your mouth wider, and captures your lips to drown out any words you wish to speak out, as you feel the lollipop (you are certain of this now) twirling and pushing inside you at such an unforgivable pace.

"Oh — shit!" You barely let out as you are near the edge again. "Yūta — Yūta! Wait, wait, wait! Shit! I'm gonna — gon —"

Being immobilized for this long prevents you from writhing, and it is in this predicament that you gradually realize that coming undone like this is inexplicably more intense.

Your eyes roll back, your mouth slackens as it opens and brings your tongue out to the side, and drool slithers down to your neck, where Yūta licks it clean.

He gives you exactly three heavy breaths before he unbuckles his pants and slides inside you with ease. Both of you moan almost in harmony for missing this contact for months.

"I've always — shit," he cuts himself off, grunting through the roughness of his thrusts.

Your limbs are beginning to loosen from their stiffness. Yūta's command is weakening. When you finally catch yourself with the return of your control, he seizes your arms and legs and wraps them around his neck and waist.

Your kisses have turned sloppy. Occasionally, you would accidentally slide to his cheek, or he would bite your chin by mistake. Neither of you has cared enough.

He rolls his hips to the tandem of your movements, and as he breaks away to taste the cherry-flavored sucker coated with you and cracks it into pieces in his mouth, you almost climax at the sight of him.

The sight of him being powerfully raw.

He captures your lips, pushing some of the pieces of the candy inside your mouth. You taste yourself, you taste him, you taste what little is left of the cherry intact.

The mixture of everything is heavenly.

"I wanted to kill them," he tells you.

"Who?" You wrap your legs tighter, sucking him further inside of you.

"The moment I've read the letter from Sensei. I wanted to kill them all. Every single one who touched you." He confesses. "Who dared to try to take you from me. Did they think they would get away so easily?"

His thrusts have become sporadic. His anger fueled him to hit harder. He doesn't stop his progression. You beg him not to.

"Then Toge explained everything. Who do I have to kill for you. For three days before I came here, I hunted them down. Especially the one that nearly killed you."

So, it was he who dealt with them, the one Panda informed you when all those curses were suddenly wiped out of their existence. All this time, you've assumed it was Gojō Sensei or some first-grade sorcerer. Never did you expect, as Yūta never announced his abrupt visit, that it'd be him.

"They won't hurt you anymore." He kisses your forehead gently as he holds your hands above your head. He bites your elbow, the upper part of your armpits, marking your neck and littering his claim across your chest like an undiscovered constellation. "Never again. They wouldn't dare."

The tightness coiling at the pit of your stomach resurfaces. You hardly catch yourself calling out to him when you come again for the third time with the loudest, most pleasurable scream you've ever done.

Yūta isn't too far behind. With just a couple more thrusts and a promise of devotion for you, he spills inside.

And even after both of you are wholly spent, when you've untangled your legs around him and collapse further into your bed, he refuses to pull out.

Yūta is still hard, and he rocks himself back and forth, edging himself to another release.

There is a claim that he is making here, one that promises retribution to whoever may defy him, and he is making sure that for any curse who dares to even be around you again, they would know and feel that a part of him is inside of you. That they would think twice before considering the consequences of their actions.

"You're coming with me." He says through his slow fucking.

"Don't you want to stay here instead? You've been gone for a while." You playfully bargain in between rasps and moans.

"There's something Gojō Sensei needs me to look into," He huffs a breath, "but I can't risk leaving you alone anymore. I've already discussed this with him, and we'd be heading out a couple of days from now."

"All right." You bring him closer to you. "M'can't wait . . ."

Yūta kisses your cheek. "For you, I'll do anything."

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[tarotoge]

this is so so amazing

[manonism]

₍^. .^₎⟆ the jjk men comforting you before surgery! ft. satoru, suguru, toji, nanami, choso cw, surgery, needles, vomit mention pregnancy & gn!reader, nanami’s is pregnant!f!reader ⋆ all ages can interact! fyi, this is self indulgent cus' i got surgery but i didn’t get to finish before, so now i’m in bed finishing! (˶˃⤙˂˶)

"you're shit at comforting people! i'm about to get hacked into and you’re on the phone! your baby!" satoru picks his head up from his phone at last. you had been getting sick since the morning with a terrible pain radiating in your belly button to your side. after a particularly rough start to your night-morning as you vomited all night, satoru figured the best thing would be to take you to the hospital. he's pretty proud of himself for being the one to get you laid up stuck here with appendicitis. you’ve been groaning at the sharp pulsating pains despite being given painkillers to alleviate those ailments.

"this is so not what madeline did in paris." satoru mutters, sipping on an orange juice he'd been given moments ago. you however? no eating or drinking before surgery, a fate even worse than your appendix ready to burst on you. you pout and satoru kisses your forehead. “you’ll be fine. don’t worry about it.” his fingers lace with yours, squeezing your trembling hands. “after this is all over, we can eat all of the popsicles and soups you can imagine.” he pulls your hair from your sunken face, hands clammy and eyes exhausted due to the pain and strain of vomiting earlier. you manage to snort still, “‘kay… just— don’t eat solids in front of me. if you do, i’ll cry so hard and make you feel really bad.” satoru presses a kiss to your lips, “then i’ll be sure to so i can see you and take lots of photos of that.” your brows furrow as shoko waltzes through the doors before he winds up on a stretcher too, thank god for surgeon friends. “you can’t kill them! don’t kill them shoko!” he pleads as nurses are taking the brakes off your stretcher, ready to wheel you over to the operating area. “satoruu!! i’m not going to die!!! stop saying she’ll kill me!!!” “okay! sorry! you guys got this!” he gives a thumbs up, ready to settle in for the surgery, plus he gets to see your name tracked on the big screen like you’re a food delivery!

suguru definitely wouldn’t want to be you. you’d torn your acl and needed surgery to repair it. “you look good baby, i love the brace with your pajamas!” he’d hear you grumble at his comments everyday, hobbling around on crutches prior to surgery. now you’re finally here today for surgery and to his surprise, you’re a total wimp about it, ready to chicken out. “i think i can live with this!” he gives you a pointed look, arms folded as the nurse wheels you to a room.

“oh? you can live with that?” suguru retorts, knowing damn well you’re miserable and definitely can’t tough out walking on that sort of injury. you frown as he helps you into bed, in your gown and socks next. “don’t want surgery. never had it before…” you shyly admit, startled by all of the needles and monitors attached to your body. your forehead rests against his chest while he stands in front of you. you sit on the edge of the bed and your lips wobble. “it’ll be okay. it’s like a nice nap— you’ll fall asleep before you even know it so once you wake up, i’ll be waiting for you.” he reassures you softly with a hand running through your hair, sighing at your hesitance to fully relax and lie down. it takes a-lot to just trust people with your life, no matter what surgery it is. especially as this is your first ever surgery and you have no idea what to make of it. “i love you. just try to lay down until they take you out to pre-op. we’ve got time.” you mainly focus on watching a bunch of videos on his laptop, his fingers combing through your hair gently to not overwhelm you. you’re overthinking the entire time until nurses arrive to bring you over, “i’ll be waiting for you right here. the entire time, just try to relax and lay down. you’re going to be okay, i promise.” he’s the last face you see as you close your eyes until they put you under anesthesia, waking up to suguru with a bouquet and stuffed animal from the gift shop. it wasn’t bad— a nap!

toji probably should’ve never agreed to arm wrestle, hey! you insisted… even if the guy does have like, superhuman strength. “my rotator cuff.” you huff, totally angry with your stupidly strong boyfriend. it hurts like a bitch. you hate this, your arm hurts and it’s useless now. how can you possibly recover for weeks like this? the surgery is gonna help you but still…

he’s the one helping you tie up your gown, putting on your socks, brushing your hair, and adjusting you when you need his help. “hmph.” toji leans in close with a grin, “ya’ scared of surgery? is that why you’re so upset with me baby?” you divert your eyes away from his. “mm.” you fumble with the bedding and gnaw on the inside of your cheek, riddled with anxiety as your surgery time gets closer. “it’ll be okay. when megs was a baby, he was stuck in the hospital when he got pneumonia. sick as a dog. looked just like you.” he pulls you into his side, careful of your other shoulder. “maybe it’s not surgery but— still scary to be in here.” you nod glumly, still worried about what’s going to happen and the pain during recovery, you suck with these sort of things. he kisses the top of your head, “be good and i’ll take care of you after.” he offers teasingly. your head lifts to look at him, “you better. stupid, idiot, dumb toji. so mean, i should report you.” you whine as you shift your arm a bit. “these slings are shit. my arm feels worse than when you hurt it.” you’ve complained for the last sixteen hours since he injured you, everytime it definitely hurts him to hear you in pain, despite the fact that you don’t really blame toji. megumi has given you far more injuries than toji, throwing his toys and swinging his dumb chubby baby fists.

nanami was feeling relaxed despite everything going on at the moment, you’ve been a champ during labor and found cracking his knuckles was the best pain relief. in fact, you showed the most reaction to getting an iv and blood drawn from your arm. you kept picking at the tape as kento had to drag your hand back into his grasp. “don’t.” he whispers in a low tone, earning a frown from you. “why!” you won’t give up on this.

that is, until you’re twenty hours in, hardly effaced and six centimeters dilated. “i’ll never have another baby with you! you will regret this kento.” he gives you a sympathetic look that makes you even more angry with him. “i think that it’s time to consider a c-section.” you’d heard it before during all of the appointments and birthing classes, but you didn’t think it’d come to this. kento is already pulling your hands into his, the color rapidly draining from your face after your obstetrician recommends that. it was kind of unfathomable to imagine being cut open, major abdominal surgery. long recovery and awful pain— “no, please. ken, tell them that i won’t do it.” you tearfully plead to him, shaking your head, gripping his shirt tightly. “hey, hey..” the pads of his thumbs wipe the huge tears pouring from your eyes, pulling you into his shoulder to console you because kento knows you need this. it isn’t a pleasant option, even he’s terrified of it, can’t imagine your position. you’re exhausted though and you’re quickly exhausting every option. as your husband, he needs to convince you to walk through fire so long as he holds you through it. you need to depend on him. “we will get through this. you’re stronger than anyone i know, so you can do this. this is big, it isn’t what you or i planned, but you need to get through this, okay?” he looks at your shaking form, “i’ll be right there, holding your hand— then there they’ll be.” your hand rests on top of your taut bump, your son. he leans in closer to your side, “double the push present, plus i’ll book the best postpartum center, with massage.” he should go that far for you, you wipe your tears on his shirt. “deal.” he rubs your back as if it’s a sports game. “that’s my girl.” you are glad he convinced you… your son came soon after, very sore but proud of the chubbiest boy ever. he’s been holding him all night, every night shift his.

choso is getting comforted by you more. he’s paranoid for your surgery, near ready to give himself an ulcer. “do you think half-curses can get an ulcer?” you wonder out loud, your too-cute boyfriend’s pacing stops suddenly. “what’s an ulcer?” choso retorts curiously, biting his bottom lip with his brows pinched in worry as you silently giggle at just how worried he is for you. “it’s what you’re about to have if you don’t sit down and relax…” you wave a nurse over to ask for a cup of water for him, choso finally taking his seat next to your bed.

“it’ll be fine.” you reassure him, but also yourself. “it’s just a cholecystectomy, they said it’s only tiny openings and then they’ll be able to get it and i can go home the same day!” he nods quietly and pulls his chair over to lay his head against your thighs, he’d already freaked out when you first started feeling pain. choso felt useless watching you not only vomit but curl up in bed in agonizing pain. you didn’t want to be touched, any liquid or food hurt, and going to the hospital was a terrifying thought for you. this is all new to him, the vitality of life, the fragility of humans, the thought of never seeing you again. it’s unimaginable for him. “it’ll be okay, because we have each-other.” choso murmurs against the soft skin of your calves tangled into blankets. “i’m gonna miss you the whole time…” his voice is thin and sad, “you have to come back, okay? so i can take care of you. yuuji said i’ll need to go shopping later for soup to eat and pick up medicine for you at the pharmacy.” you smile softly at his vigor to take care of you and trying to take into account your feelings too. “of course i will, silly.” he feels your hand run your fingers through his hair and playing with it. choso scrunches his face up at the name you’ve given him, “i’m not silly.” he deadpans, “i’m choso.” your lips form a perfect ‘o’, giggling softly at his serious expression. you cup both of his cheeks into your hands, leaning in for a kiss. there’s a knock at the door with the or nurse ready to wheel you into the surgery area. “see you later, love you cho.” you murmur, he kisses your hand one last time, more like a nuzzle to the top of the soft skin. it’s freezing in these hospitals. “i’ll see you later! love you!” he’s so happy suddenly, already digging out his phone to text yuuji and search up all of the things he can do to take care of you. he has so much planned, not knowing that recovery consists of lots of sleeping… well, you’ll entertain his antics from your bed.

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[swxxtchxrrixs]

disclaimer ⋆.˚ my works are purely fiction with all events occurring between 21+ consenting adults

right so since i'm a greedy WHORE i've been thinking about yuta and toge sharing you. and!! AND!! with yuta's copying technique... oh boy

i just imagine the three of you sitting at a bar, having a laugh and a few drinks. you've been best friends for a long time, and honestly, you're all lowkey down bad for each other but just haven't admitted it yet.

you slowly start dropping little hints to each other throughout the evening. not too much, though. the next time you three hangout, a few more secrets are spilled. and so on.

one night, the three of you are in your apartment, cuddled on the couch together and watching some stupid comedy film you chose at random. at some point, the scene changes into a threesome situation, and though its comical given the movie's theme, it had the three of you thinking...

and suddenly remembering your drunk confessions of wanting each other.

you're all staring at one another, not saying anything, just flickering your gaze over each others bodies. you suddenly recognize how sculpted both yuta and toge are. they can't decide whether they want to stare at you lips, chest, or thighs.

you fumble with the remote to turn off the tv as toge's lips close in on yours, tongue sliding heatedly into your mouth. he lets out a hum of satisfaction right before you feel yuta pulling at your waistband.

now, you're moaning uncontrollably, yuta's tongue slurping at your cunt so filthily, and toge's sucking and biting on your nipples desperately as his hands run all along your torso.

you don't even remember when you got there, but now you're in the bedroom, breaking the bed, toge fucking you into oblivion whilst yuta fucks your mouth with his cock. he's whimpering, one hand grabbing the sheets, the other grips your hair.

your eyes are watering, body feeling so overwhelmingingly full and overstimulated that you're about to lose it.

"fuck, i-"

"don't come."

toge's voice is sharp and demanding. your body freezes, your orgasm leaving you in an instant- but it still feels like you're about to break.

he looks at yuta, watching how you take his cock so well, smirking as he then stares you dead in the eyes and directs his commanding whispers towards yuta, "fill her mouth."

yuta growls, spilling his seed down your throat, your eyes rolling as you take all of him proudly.

toge's still moving in and out of you with no intention of stopping, hands gripping your waist as he slams into your warm walls.

yuta shudders, slowly pulling himself out of you with a wicked grin, leaning down to kiss you hard and wet on the mouth before sitting back on his knees to watch you and toge.

his arms are crossed, face smug, parting his lips to speak. you gaze at him, eyes glassy as your body shifts along the bed from toge's ardent thrusts. you notice the cursed speech marks appearing on yuta's cheeks.

oh, fuck.

he licks his lips, watching you intensely, "come," he says, low and raspy.

your throat breaks, but before you can push over the edge, toge speaks again.

"stop."

you cry, body begging for release, eyes rolling, shaking violently as if you actually had come when you hadn't yet.

"so, that's what we're doing?" yuta chuckles, smirking at toge.

toge smiles darkly, nodding in agreement.

"p-please," you whine, unsure if you can take anymore. you were so fucking close.

the two of them look at you, eyes lowered and plotting. "no," they say in unison.

so, as you can imagine, they continued their game of cat and mouse, telling you to come, then telling you to stop repeatedly until they felt like you'd suffered enough.

when they finally let you have it, your scream nearly shattered the bedroom window, throat croaking and body squirming so aggressively you almost fell onto the floor.

"come."

"again."

"come."

"again."

you have no idea how many orgams you had, you lost track. all you knew is that you were utterly destroyed by the end of it.

...and you wanted to do it again.

[yversz]

✦ MY LOVE IS WIDER. . .

. . . wider than victoria lake

━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ 乙骨憂太 : YUTA OKKOTSU

"yuta, I have work today..." you groaned in feigned annoyance but made no move to push him off, fingers tangled in his soft hair as you suppressed a small smile, the feeling of his lips tickling your skin. "just call in sick, love", your husband whispered as he continued peppering small kisses all over your neck, gently nibbling on the sensitive skin, "I'll do the same and we'll just stay in bed all day... I don't want to to be away from you yet.." it sounded like such a good idea; allowing yourself to stay in his embrace, yuta's warm body pressed against yours as he was already working on his attempt at kissing you senseless. the thought of lazing around and doing absolutely nothing with him was so much more enjoyable than having to sit at work, all while knowing what you were missing out on. you sighed, his hand warm underneath your shirt and his fingers sprawled across your stomach, thumb gently rubbing against your skin as he kissed the corner of your mouth in another effort of convincing you of how excellent of a plan he had just laid out in front of you. it would be silly not to agree to it, really. a once in a lifetime opportunity that you just had to take, especially when you both knew that you wanted to stay right were you were just as badly as he did. that you were too weak to resist, especially when he was being even more gentle than he already was normally; his fingers soothingly tracing small patterns over your skin, as if hoping it would maybe make you so comfortable you just had to stay with him.

and it was true. the longer he kept up his antics, the weaker grew your resolve and the more likely it would become that you would finally give in. he knew by now just what he had to do if he wanted to keep you to himself for a bit longer; how he had to tilt his head and kiss you to make clear just how badly he wanted you to be as close as possible right now. another exasperated sigh fell from your lips, but yuta could tell that it was far from genuine. he'd heard that sound enough times to know that it meant he would come out of this as the winner—although you had to admit that you weren't necessarily losing either. "if I stay home, then at least go get my phone so I can call before I forget about it"

notes : literally just made some bullshit + yes ive used those lyrics before, what about it

[koiagain]

I guess you could say he’s ve… he’s a very h…

[qkkotsu]

⟶ yuta okkotsu x g.n!reader

cws ﹕ some suggestive. rika is mentioned in a sweet way.

© qkkotsu

[doremichann]

LOVE HOTEL

yuuta okkotsu x f!reader

summary: when you and okkotsu-senpai finish a mission, it’s already late, so you offer to book a room for the night. after all, it’s the least you can do since he did most of the exorcising. you’re famously known in the tokyo campus for not paying enough attention to details, so is it really your fault that you mistakenly booked a room at a love hotel?

warning(s): 18+, MDNI, explicit sexual content, senpai-kouhai relationship, dirty-minded!reader, feral!yuuta, first time, praise, handjobs, fingering, usage of lube, penetrative sex, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting

word count: 4.64k (it’s shorter this time, since there’s no worldbuilding)

author’s notes: all characters are aged up to 18+. this takes place post-jjk. reader’s a second-year while yuuta’s a third-year. reader is inspired by marin kitagawa from my dress-up darling. support banners and dividers are made by @saradika-graphics. images are from pinterest!

taglist: @yutaxme, @aruagndrhmjg, @yuutabbyy, @hoshiizumi, @yzuhas, @butter-scout, @flyingbutterytoast, @isagistar, @tyrantfe, @delusiontown-exe, @platinumsavagerystructure, @justmare, @saweetreat, @yearnlover, @mrowwww

BANG!

You manage to dodge the curse’s strike by summoning the water from the overhead pipes and sliding your way out. With that, you continue gliding through the path, baiting the curse into following you.

Only when you reach the main annex do you finally stop and face the monster. It takes a lunge, intending to swallow you in one gulp. You raise your arms up, summoning a large volume of water from the reservoir below. You surround the cursed spirit with the water before freezing it solid.

You bark out, “Senpai! Now!”

Okkotsu-senpai jumps from the ledge above, his katana strengthened by a flare of his cursed energy. He swings the blade, and the frozen cursed spirit is instantly bisected in half before it explodes, dissipating into dark dust, and the ice encasing it shatters into shards.

You groan at the curse’s innards drenching you from head to toe. “Eww! Now, I’m all covered in curse gunk!”

“Sorry about that,” your senior lands on his feet beside you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he’s in a similar state to yours. “Besides, it’s nothing a little water can fix.”

Using your technique, you summon water from your waterskin to cleanse the gunk from your and Okkotsu-senpai’s clothes.

“There! Good as new!” You grin, admiring your handiwork. “Well, almost. I can’t do anything about the blood. It already seeped too much into the fabric.”

He smiles, noting, “You already did better than anything I could have done. Good job on freezing the curse. It mustn’t have been easy.”

“I’m not the one who killed it,” you counter. Trapping a curse is an entirely different matter from exorcising it. 

“Still, I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“You’re a really bad liar, Senpai,” you punch his shoulder lightly before checking the time on your phone. “It’s already one in the morning? This mission took longer than I thought.”

“Should we stay at a hotel?” He offers. “I can book some rooms for us. I’ll pay.”

You shake your head. “You already paid for dinner earlier, and it was so expensive, too. I’ll book the rooms and we can split the bill. Okay?”

You hold your fist out, and Okkotsu-senpai chuckles before bumping his fist with yours. “Okay.”

You ring the call bell, waking the receptionist, a young woman only a few years older than you. 

“I booked a room.” You inform her. “It should be under ___.”

She checks her computer, in the meanwhile, scrutinising the slightly torn and bloodied school uniforms of you and Okkotsu-senpai.

Your senpai explains for both of you. “We’re jujutsu sorcerers. We were on a mission.”

Ever since the Culling Games, jujutsu sorcery and curses became public knowledge, and some sorcerers have become known as public figures.

The receptionist’s eyes widen as she recognises him. “OMG, you’re one of the guys who fought Ryomen Sukuna! I am such a big fan!”

You mischievously grin at how fast Okkotsu-senpai turns red at her sudden praise. “Looks like someone here is a big celebrity.”

He’s sheepish, shaking his head at the receptionist. “I’m not really a big deal. Can we just get checked in now?”

“Of course!” She’s suddenly more diligent at her job. “You’re in luck. There’s an available deluxe suite, so I’ll upgrade you. Free of charge!”

“You don’t have to-”

You shut Okkotsu-senpai up by discreetly driving your elbow into his ribs. “Thank you so much! You’re a great gal!”

“Well, it’s the least I can do for Japan’s saviours!” She chirps before handing you the key card. “I see you’ve booked an overnight stay, so don’t worry about making a mess, because here at Serenity, we don’t shame people!”

You aren’t sure why she said that, but you figure it must be some sort of company-mandated slogan, so you nod at her before you and Okkotsu-senpai make your way to the elevator.

It isn’t until you unlock the door to your room that you realise why exactly she had given you a thumbs-up earlier.

Right in the middle of the large king-size bed (you had clearly booked a twin room earlier), there is a box filled with condoms, all sorts of lube, and plenty of sex toys. There’s softcore porn playing on the TV, and rose petals are scattered on the floor leading to the bed, where the ceiling is essentially a large mirror.

You take a look at your senpai. If you thought he was red earlier, Okkotsu-senpai’s face is threatening to burn up.

You take out your phone and open the app you had used to book your room, then you finally notice the small byline underneath the logo.

Serenity Hotel

Don’t be ashamed. Discover a new world!

It finally clicks.

You had accidentally booked a room with Okkotsu Yuuta at a love hotel.

…

Oops.

“Oh crap! A love hotel, huh?” You laugh. Being more open-minded, you are not as bothered by it as the man beside you. You practically bounce over to the bed where you bend over to see the box more closely, not realising your skirt is riding up slightly, revealing a sliver of your lacy, pastel pink panties. You pay no mind to your senior’s shriek, figuring he just caught a glimpse of the porn playing on the screen. “Wow, Senpai, look at all this! There must be at least twenty condoms in here, and look at the size of this dildo! It’s huge! Now, this is what you call service!”

“___-san!” Okkotsu-senpai chokes when you wave the flesh-coloured phallus around like a baton. He rushes over and takes it away from you, shoving it into the box before slamming it shut. 

“You’re being really loud, Senpai,” you banter good-naturedly before opening the box and taking the dildo out. “It’s just a dick. Well, a fake one, but everyone has seen one. It’s crazy big, though. Eight inches. For a love hotel, they should be a bit more realistic. Ooh, look at these vibrators. They really go all out!”

His face is bright red as he tries to take the sex toys away from you while you’re examining them with a morbid sense of curiosity. “Stop it! We’re still students, so we shouldn’t be handling these sorts of items. Besides, eight is just average-”

Hearing him say the last sentence makes you drop the bullet vibrator. “Average? Eight is average?”

He seems to realise that he has revealed a bit too much personal information. “No- I mean-”

“Does Okkotsu-senpai have a big dick?” You think while unconsciously looking at his crotch. He’s one of the taller guys on campus, easily over 180 cm, so it would make sense.

“Senpai~~~ this isn’t how you should treat your kouhai ♡”

You and Okkotsu-senpai turn to look at the TV, where the male actor is roughly fucking the female actress from behind. He is entirely naked while she is wearing a school uniform, her shirt unbuttoned to reveal her big boobs that are heavily swinging with every thrust. The plap-plap-plap sounds echo throughout the suite.

Okkotsu-senpai looks like he just died inside. You pick up the DVD case (you didn’t think they still existed) from the bedside table

“I’m Staying In A Love Hotel With My Senpai. Ha! Talk about a total coincidence!” You jest before noticing a dessert menu. Your eyes light up. “Ooh, Senpai! They serve cheesecake here, and it’s crazy cheap, too! Let’s share one!”

“That sounds nice- Hey, wait a second here!” He cuts himself off.

“What a sudden change in your emotional state.” You comment.

“How are you so chill about this?” He asks, panicked. “We’re in a love hotel right now, and-”

“I’m cumming~~~♡”

Realising that the porn is still playing, he quickly swipes the remote to turn the TV off, face scarlet-red. He’s blushing so much that you could probably fry an egg on top of his face.

“It’s not professional,” he finishes, avoiding eye contact.

You blink, wondering why he’s so embarrassed about it. It’s not like he’s going to do anything to you. You know he’s not that type of guy, but then again, you know that you are more open-minded than most people, so you take pity on him.

“I’m sorry, Senpai, since this is my fault, but we already paid for the room, so it’s a waste if we just leave now.” You calmly explain to him. “If we ignore all the other stuff, in the end, it’s just a room, right?”

He closes his eyes, cancelling out all the sex stuff and compartmentalising his thoughts. It is just a room, and you've already paid for it. He doesn’t want you to waste your money.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I was just freaking out about all this stuff.”

“You don’t have to apologise to me,” you shake your hands before adding on. “Senpai, you might want to call your girlfriend, though. I don’t think she’s going to be happy with us sharing a room.”

Okkotsu-senpai blinks in confusion. “What girlfriend?”

“Aren’t you and Maki-senpai dating?” How could they not be? They’re always stuck at each other’s hips. “I could have sworn Panda-senpai said something before.”

“No, Maki and I are just friends.” He should really tell the cursed corpse to stop telling people otherwise. “What about you and Itadori-kun?”

“HUH? Me and Yuji?” You exclaim loudly, acting as if he just insulted your entire being. “Why on earth would you ever think that?”

“I mean, you’re so close, and you call each other by your given names-”

“That’s only because we knew each other back in elementary school!” You loudly cut him off. “I once saw him eat his own boogers! Besides, he’s not my type at all.”

“So, there’s no chance-”

“No way in hell.” You suddenly become serious, more than he has ever seen you before. “Not even if we’re the only two people left in the world and Tengen-sama orders us to repopulate the Earth. No. Way.”

“O-okay.” Even when a part of him is relieved that you and Itadori aren’t an item, he can’t help but feel sorry for the pink-haired young man.

After hiding the damn box, Yuuta finally relaxes and scrolls on his phone while lying on his side of the bed. He had already separated the bed into two halves by laying down the small cushions right down the middle. He had offered to sleep on the couch, which is more than large enough, but you persisted, saying that he had worked so hard earlier and earned a good night’s sleep.

He isn’t sure that he can fall asleep in the same bed as you, his crush of nearly a year. 

At first, it was just an attraction. You are, in Yuuta’s opinion, a very beautiful young woman, and he couldn’t help but be fascinated by you, whether you were laughing with the rest of the second-years or bending water to fight your enemies.

Then, he got to know you more after spending time with you, and before he knew it, he fell head over heels for your cheerful personality. Even though you and he are polar opposites, you have become a bright, shining light in his small world.

Yuuta could hear the pitter-patter of water as you are taking a shower in the bathroom. He absent-mindedly looks away from his phone and turns to his left, freezing at what he sees next.

The frosted, translucent glass that separated the bathroom from the rest of the suite is now crystal-clear. It must have been one of those technological glass screens because now he is staring at your entire naked backside as you rinse the shampoo from your hair. For a few seconds, Yuuta can’t seem to breathe as his eyes follow the trail of water flowing from the showerhead to your back and down to your shapely ass.

It is only when blood rushes downwards and his cock starts engorging itself, that Yuuta finally snaps out of it. He sits back up, facing away from you. He looks down and sees the prominent bulge in his pants, groaning mentally.

“Shit. Fuck. Damn it. What should I do?”

This isn’t the first time he has gotten an erection. He is a healthy young man, after all, but you are literally in the same room as him, and Yuuta doesn’t want to look more like a creep than he already does. He can’t just rub one out when you’re wet and naked in the bathroom, no matter how tempting it is.

“Okay, Yuuta, you just have to blue-ball it away. You’ve done that plenty of times. You can do it now. Just think, Yuuta. Think. Okay, let’s see. Sweaty socks, that mission you had a week ago, kissing Kurourushi.”

Thinking about the Special-Grade cockroach spirit finally makes his dick slump down, and Yuuta breathes out a sigh of relief. He could still hear you humming some kind of anime opening theme.

This is going to be a long night.

Even though every light in the suite has been turned off, you still can’t sleep. Usually, you’re able to doze off as soon as your head hits the pillow, but you can’t seem to fall asleep even though it has been around half an hour since you got ready for bed.

You turn to your right. Okkotsu-senpai is lying on his side, facing away from you.

“Senpai, are you still awake?” You whisper.

For a few seconds, you don’t get an answer, so you shift slightly, assuming he’s already asleep when you hear his voice.

“Yes, I’m still awake,” he says, sitting back up, facing you. “___-san, are you having trouble falling asleep?”

You sit up, groaning dramatically, “For real, and I had such a nice shower earlier!”

He flushes red, remembering unintentionally seeing you in the nude.

“You should have taken a shower, Senpai!” You continue chattering on. “The products they provide are pretty high-quality.”

For some reason, he just washed his face earlier, and when you asked him why, he just said he was more of a morning shower type while avoiding looking at you. 

“I’m good,” Yuuta doesn’t want you to find out about the glass screen.

You and Okkotsu-senpai lie back down and stay quiet for a few minutes, just looking up at the mirrored ceiling, before you suddenly blurt out a question you have been thinking about for the past hour, and what most likely has been keeping you up. “Is eight really average?”

He chokes, something you have been causing him to do for the entirety of the night. He splutters, “___-san!”

“What? We’re both adults here, so it’s fine.” You prop yourself on your elbow, unintentionally causing the collar of your hotel pyjamas to swoop down slightly, revealing a hint of your cleavage, torturing him even more. “I Googled it earlier, and data says that eight is like in the 90th percentile.”

“Why are you researching stuff like that in the first place?” He asks, puzzled as to why you would do such a thing. He already knows he’s above average, but he doesn’t expect you to know that. 

“Because I’m curious!” You exclaim. “What? Girls can’t be interested in that sort of stuff?”

“O-of course, you can-”

“Right? So, is eight average or not?”

“IT’S NOT!” Okkotsu-senpai yells out loud in embarrassment. He slumps down before repeating in a quieter tone, “I-it’s above average.”

You sit back up, clapping your hands and whooping. “Knew it! I have to say, Senpai, I didn’t expect that from you-”

Suddenly, a loud masculine groan cuts you off, followed by a thumping sound from above.

“Sora-chan, you ride me so well.”

“I-I can’t. Kaito-kun, you’re so big~~”

“My little slut takes that big dick so well.”

The thumping repeats more rapidly after that, and for the first time of the night, you feel your face flush. The reality that couples go to love hotels for the sole reason of having sex hits you. You take a look at your senior, wondering if his chest and shoulders have always been that broad before your eyes trail down and you notice a large tent in his pants.

“Um, Senpai, your- you have-” 

He follows your gaze and lets out a sound of pure mortification before covering it with a pillow. He stands up before apologising to you, spluttering his words. “I-I’m so sorry! I’m just gonna go to the bathroom!”

Before he could run off, you grab his wrist, stopping him in his tracks before whispering, your voice faint. “Senpai, I-I could help you.”

“What?”

“I-I have always liked you, but then everything happened.” You confess to him, looking down at the floor. You remember the first time you ever saw him. You were with Yuji and Choso, the three of you fighting off Naoya when his presence caught you off guard. Sure, he was the executioner sent to kill Yuji, but you also thought that if the circumstances were ideal, you would so totally hit that.

Then, it turned out he was faking the whole villain era, and he was actually a sweetheart under all of the ‘I can kill you without blinking an eye’ thing he got going on, and you decided that after all of this was over, you were definitely going to jump his bones.

However, you saw how close he was with Maki, and you got scared. Maki is everything you aspire to be as a sorceress: fierce, independent, strong, and smoking hot. Of course, she and Okkotsu-senpai had to be dating.

“I thought you were Maki-senpai’s boyfriend, and it turns out you’re not.” You look up, finally meeting his gaze before you start whining. “I mean, honestly, I’ve been giving you hints all night, and you won’t even- umph!”

He interrupts you by leaning down and slamming his lips on to yours. Your teeth crash awkwardly before your lips weave together. You melt into him as his hand clutches the back of your head, leaning himself inwards until he is on top of you. His tongue slips inside your mouth and you moan as your own hands travel downwards.

You hesitantly separate from those soft lips as you fumble with the buttons of his shirt. “Senpai, your shirt-”

“Don’t call me Senpai.” He mumbles before pulling your hands away. He pulls his shirt off, revealing toned muscles from years of hard work. His six-pack is clearly defined, and he has a slight happy trail. You lick your lips, your mouth watering at the sight of the man you have been lusting over for the past year. “Say my name.”

“Yuuta.” You whisper, feeling his erection get even harder as he throbs against your thigh. Your fingers brush the waistband of his pants. “Please, I want to see.”

He gulps, finding your begging to be particularly arousing, especially when you are the one who is so shy and quiet, while he is relatively calm. This is already better than any wet dream he ever had of you.

He pulled down the elastic of his pyjama pants, revealing a hefty bulge straining through his dark blue boxers. Under your steady gaze, he strips off the final layer of his clothes. 

Your eyes widen at the sight of his erect cock. Yuuta is definitely as huge as the dildo you played around with earlier. He is flushed at the tip, throbbing with thick veins. 

You move closer to him before tentatively touching him with the tip of your index finger. His breath hitches at your delicate touch. You take that as a sign to move forward, and you wrap your hand around his thick girth. You slowly pump your hand up and down before stroking him.

“Yuuta, you’re huge.” You look up at him while fondling him, slowly spreading his leaking pre-cum all over his length. His eyes that stare back at you are dark, his pupils almost blown out, and glazed over. “How are you going to fit inside me?”

“We’ll make it work.” He pulls your hand away from his dick before he pulls your shirt off, revealing your heaving breasts. He gets on top of you once more, and you become aware of your reflection in the mirrored ceiling. His upper body covers most of your body, and his long limbs are well-muscled and defined. You declare to yourself mentally that Okkotsu Yuuta has the firmest ass in the whole campus. 

Yuuta plants soft and gentle kisses all over you, from your face to your lips, before trailing down to your neck, and finally, the valley between your breasts. His lips graze the side of your left breast, and you feel his hot breath on your nipple before he swallows it.

“Yuuta! Senpai! Ah!” You didn’t even know your voice could go up that high as you knock your head back, arching your back. His wet tongue swirls around your nipple before biting it gently, not hard enough for it to hurt, but definitely enough for you to feel pleasure. “Do you like my tits?”

“Your mouth… I swear.” He growls before focusing his attention on your other nipple, causing you to pant and gasp as he gropes your boob. “This body. I could worship you for days and nights, and it still won’t be enough.”

His dick slides between your legs, where your juices have drenched your pants. Maybe it’s a side-effect of your technique, or maybe it’s because of how excited you are to finally lose your virginity to Yuuta. Either one is plausible.

He pulls away from your tits, and you whine, wanting him to touch you more, but he hushes you by placing his index finger on your parted lips.

“Take the rest of your clothes off.” He instructs you, his voice melodic and seductive. “I need to get something.”

You aren’t the type that tolerates getting told what to do, but you obey every single word, hurriedly stripping off your pants and lacy panties. You impatiently wait for him before Yuuta returns to the bed with a bottle of lube. You see that he has already put a condom on, the latex sheath stretched over his cock.

He gets in between your legs before squirting the lube generously on his cock. He rubs himself, ensuring he is generously lubricated. He squirts out more lube onto his fingers before tracing your nether lips, and you feel goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

“Are you sure you still want this?” Yuuta asks.

Your heart skips a beat. How on Earth is he so cute, sexy, kind, handsome, and so wonderful, all at the same time?

You lean up to kiss him, cupping his face with your hands. Unlike your first kiss, this one is softer, and you sigh as his lips move against yours, deepening the kiss. 

You pull away from him, looking at him with eyes that are full of nothing but love and adoration. “I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Yuuta kisses your cheek before nipping your ear gently. His lubed index finger circles your clit before slipping inside you, and you tremble at the intrusion. “Shit, ___, you’re so fucking tight.”

While you are a virgin, you are more than familiar with the art of fingering, but only with your own fingers. Yuuta’s fingers are longer and thicker, and you could already feel him reaching deeper inside you. You bite your lip as you choke back a moan. “A-another. You can put in another finger. Please, Yuuta.”

You lean your forehead on his shoulder as he works his middle finger inside, slowly scissoring you, stretching you out to prepare you. 

“Yuuta, please. I’m begging you.” You cry out. “Please make love to me.”

“Really? I can stretch you out more.”

You nod your head furiously. Your cheeks are flushed, the atmosphere is too hot and hazy that you barely even feel him pulling his fingers out of you.

Yuuta lines his cock at your pussy, the head brushing against your sensitive bundle of nerves, before he slowly pushes himself inside. He slowly works you open, watching every single reaction you give as he pushes himself to the hilt.

You inhale sharply at the feeling of him fully inside you. 

He groans, his voice deeper than usual. You are unbelievably hot, tight and wet around him, and you’re squeezing him. “___, are you in any pain?”

“N-No.” You stammer. Your reflection shows you dishevelled and sweaty. Your hands hang on to his broad shoulders. “I just feel so full, and you feel so incredible. Oh, Yuuta! Please fuck me! Please!”

Yuuta grabs one hand onto the headboard before undulating his hips, setting a rhythm. Before you know it, you are moaning loudly, gripping the sheets as he pushes himself in and out of you.

“Faster!” You sob as you push your hips up, eager to meet his thrusts. Without pulling out of you, Yuuta adjusts your body to the side, settling your ankle over his shoulder. He gyrates his hips, meeting your thrusts harshly. “F-fuck! H-how are you so good!”

You buck against him, feeling the knot in your stomach getting tighter with every erratic thrust. You would not be surprised if your moans and his groans are overheard by the guests in the next room. If not, they would at least hear the sharp sounds of his hips smacking against your ass.

“___! I’m close!” Yuuta confesses. “A-are you?”

“My clit! Please, Yuuta, I want to cum with you!”

He wildly teases your clit, pinching it as he pounds into you. Finally, you convulse as he pushes you over the edge. Your spongy walls squeeze him as your orgasm floods your entire being, and your cunt releases your juices, squirting around his cock. 

“I’M CUMMING!” 

Yuuta’s hips stutter before he groans your name. You feel the hot warmth of his semen through the thin condom as he empties himself inside you, balls-deep.

After both of you come down from your highs, he pulls out of you. Yuuta slumps down beside you, being careful not to crush you with his weight. He pulls you into his arms as he brushes your sweaty fringe back.

“___, I love you.” He says.

You can feel his rapid heartbeat as you reply, “I love you, too, Yuuta.”

You avoid the playful gaze of the receptionist after she asks if you and Yuuta had a good night’s sleep before winking. Yuuta coughs awkwardly while holding your hand, his thumb brushing your palm.

“Okay. We’re all done here! Please leave us a review, and come back again!" She hands your ID card back to you. “Oh yeah! I almost forgot to ask! Was there a curse here last night?”

“Pretty sure there weren’t any last night.” Not that you checked, since you and Yuuta were busy …getting busy. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, a couple of our guests complained that their shower pipe burst last night.” She doesn’t notice you freezing. “They were on the same floor as you so that’s why-”

“Nope. Probably just some maintenance issues with plumbing. Okay, bye!” You cut her off before rushing out of the hotel, dragging Yuuta along with you. You glare at him when you hear him chuckling. “Don’t you laugh! How can I say that it’s because you made me lose control!”

“Darling, you were asking me to-”

“Oh, shut up!” You aren’t sure you like how the situation is reversed now, with how your boyfriend is making you blush with every word.

He kisses your cheek as an apology. “I’m sorry, ___. It won’t happen again. I promise.”

Yuuta breaks his promise the next week when you lose control of your technique and accidentally flood the boys’ dorms’ bathrooms, which is how everyone finds out that you and Yuuta are finally together.

[fushitoru]

in another life, i would make you stay a gojo satoru (fix it) series

pairing ⸺ reincarnated!gojo x reincarnated!reader

summary ⸺ you are a sorcerer, married to your husband who bears the burden of being the strongest. firsthand, you watch the love of your life fall apart, the world burdening him until, finally, he dies at the hand of sukuna. as you watch him through the broadcast, you blankly volunteer to be nextand you die, praying to whatever merciful god out there that, in another life, you and satoru get the happy ending you both deserved— until you wake up from your dream, gasping.why the hell was your dream so vivid? you were some sort of magician? with a smoking HOT husband? and why the fuck does the guy that's ten minutes late to the first day of lectures look EXACTLY like him?

warnings ⸺eventual smut fluff and angst (the holy trinity), hurt/comfort, reincarnation fic, basically you and gojo have a miserable life in canon and get reincarnated into a modern au where i fix everything and give you the romcom you deserve, canon typical violence, jjk manga spoilers, mentions of blood and injury, major character death, fem reader implied

masterlist

01 ⸺ What a Weird Fucking Dream

the first day of your semester is precendeted by a very odd dream involving sorcerers and a hot ass husband. which you then see in lecture (3.7k)

02 ⸺ Note to Self: Don't Call Random Guys your Husband (soon!)

[proudgoonette777]

THREESOME W MEGUMI N INUMAKI WOAHHHHH

like guys picture this waittt hold on

cw: inumaki and megs as best friends With a .. relationship U cant quite understand .. boys kissing , threesome , Oh God, aged up characters (universityy), real world au so inumaki talks normally

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inumaki and megumi both being relatively new friends in ur life ... at first it was just the two of them, always had been, but they meet you as a classmate in a class they're taking together.

it's during the process of completing a group project--having to meet each other outside of class so many times over the course of a month-- they discover that your bubbly personality balances their dynamic out in the middle.

you genuinely enjoy the time you spent with them, even though the project was grueling and took forever to perfect. they're great partners, passionate about their grades and they never left you hanging or pulling extra weight. their friendship is also adorable. both of them are guys of few words, but inumaki being so much more reserved than megumi leads megumi to be the more outgoing one. inumaki feeds off of him, can get more comfortable in any room as long as he's there.

that's why it means so much to you that even after the project is turned in and graded, inumaki starts inviting you over to his place more often to hang out with them.

now is one of those times, after a night of cramming for an exam you guys are in inumaki's room watching a movie. you're sitting on the floor in front of his bed and they lay on inumaki's bed, megumi's back against the headboard with inumaki's head in his lap.

"this movie is seriously boring," megumi sighs. "I can't believe it won the emmy over Sinners."

inumaki leans his head up into megumi's touch, savors the feeling of nails gently scratching his scalp. that's his silent cue of agreement.

you turn around to face them, replying "ugh, you're right. we should honestly just turn on sinners again."

"we watched it already yesterday.." inumaki reminds you.

"so?"

"twice." inumaki says.

"he's gotta let it cool off a little bit before he watches it again." megumi translates. "we can watch it together after he falls asleep."

you move to turn back around and face the tv, but megumi stops you. "how come you're on the floor? there's room up here."

"oh.. I don't know. you guys look cute and comfy up there."

"your back is gonna start hurting, dummy. come up here."

inumaki sighs because it means he's gonna to shift around, but he's not mad about it. he moves his head from megumi's lap to sit upright, so you can fill in the third spot against the headboard by his side.

inumaki, who you're slowly learning is physically clingy, drops his head down on your shoulder.

"you guys wanna play a game?" you ask after a few beats. "I brought truth or dare."

-

"i've never seen this kind of truth or dare.." inumaki mumbles, looking down at the deck of cards that sits in the middle of the circle you guys have formed on the bed. "how does it work?"

you smile. "one of us pulls a card, does the truth or dare, and then we move on."

"we've played this before, with yuta." megumi corrects him following your explanation. "what do you mean you've never seen it?"

"oh shit." inumaki says, thinking. "was that the same night you got too drunk and fell into yuta's pool?"

megumi squints at him. "you remember that but not the game?"

"okay, okay," you laugh. "who wants to go first?"

megumi shrugs and pulls a card. he hesitates, and then reads it.

"dare. kiss somebody in the room."

your eyes widen. "starting off strong, aren't we?"

there's a beat of tension, and maybe it's all coming from you. there are only two options-- is he actually going to kiss one of you? will he skip it?

inumaki looks over at him, but doesn't say a word. a soft smile pulls at megumi's lips when he smiles, says "yeah, okay, c'mere." to him.

you think your jaw could have traveled through the mattress and onto the floor. you're floored, in every sense of the definition when megumi drapes his fingers gently around inumaki's throat and pulls him, and fucking kisses him.

inumaki lets out soft sound against his lips, his head follows megumi's forward as meg is pulling away, like he wants to keep going.

"calm down," megumi huffs. "getting carried away already."

"w-what just happened?" you ask.

"I kissed someone in the room."

you're still confused. "well, yes.. it just seemed like you guys-"

"kiss all the time?" megumi asks. he's smirking at you. "we do."

"ohh." you nod your head. it doesn't phase you beyond that, beyond the way your heart is beating wildly like you’re the one that just got kissed.

“what?” megumi asks. “you want one, too?”

inumaki gives you a look that’s a little more modest, says “i hope that didn’t freak you out.”

“n-no,” you shake your head. “it didn’t freak me out, inu, don’t worry. and no,” you look at megumi with a fake glare. “i don’t want one”

you’re lying. you wonder if he can tell.

“i’ll go next!” you exclaim, trying to change the pace. your face falls when you pull the card. you should have shuffled this deck way better– what the hell is going on tonight?

inumaki asks, “what does it say?”

he has stars in his eyes, engaged in the gameplay now. he’s too cute for his own good.

you swallow hard. “truth.. say something you always wanted to say.”

megumi laughs. “these are some dramatic cards.”

inumaki tilts his head at you. you glance over and notice the way megumi has a hand resting on the back of his neck, thumb massaging gently at the skin there.

looking between them, you aren’t really sure what else to say except.. well, the truth. the blood is rushing to your ears wildly, your fingers gripped tightly onto the card.

“i lied.” you confess. megumi’s ears perk up. you’re shying away from the look on his face, realizing he knows what you’re going to say next.

“you.. wanted a kiss from him?” inumaki asks, to clarify. your cheeks heat up as you nod, not sure whether you should elaborate or not.

well, that’s enough humiliation ritualism for one night. “inu, it’s your t-”

“no, wait.” megumi cuts in. “if you wanna kiss me, all you have to do is ask.”

your eyes are scanning his face for hints that he’s joking, but you can’t find any.

oh, what the hell, sure.

“okay.” you affirm. “uh.. kiss me.”

“is that how you ask people for things?” megumi questions, scooting closer to you.

inumaki’s cheeks immediately go red for you, like he predicted how megumi was going to respond to that.

the tone of the conversation is changing drastically. this is megumi who you’re always making fun of, cracking jokes with, and now here he is making you feel so small. to make matters worse, you like it, think you could handle more of it.

“c-can.. you–? kiss me? please?”

megumi grins at you, says was that so hard?

and then he leans in to kiss you.

you understand inumaki now. why he never wanted it to end. megumi’s lips are so soft, move against yours so smoothly, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip and the cool feeling of his breath mingling with yours. he pulls back just as quickly as he arrives, and you both look over at inumaki who’s shifting where he sits, glancing between you two and his hands.

“you guys are really the same in a way. one kiss turns you all soft.” megumi chuckles under his breath. “come here, ki.”

he gestures for inumaki to scoot up while he takes the deck of cards and puts them back in the box so it can go in the nightstand.

inumaki scoots up closer to you than you expected, his face level with yours, mouth open in nervous pants. “you okay?” you check in with him, and he just nods his head curtly.

“you wanna kiss her, don’t you?” megumi asks him, his tone light and teasing. inumaki nods.

megumi gives him permission. go ahead, then. make it a good one, i’m watching.

-

it’s not how you thought movie night was going to end, your back arched in the air while megumi thrusts slowly and powerfully into you, your throat stuffed full with inumaki’s dick.

the charm around inumaki’s dick isn’t that it’s the longest you’ve ever seen, it’s not. but it’s thick, the girth stretches your lips around him so deliciously, his precum a little sweet and coating your tongue every time he pushes his hips forward to feel you more. he’s so cute when he’s receiving, mouth open in little ah, ah, h–a-aah, not allowing himself any room to say full words. you relish all his little fragments of sentences, don’--it’s- good–don’t–.

megumi, on the other hand, is an absolute taker.

his hips are slamming hard against the meat of your ass, wet thumb plunged deep into your asshole. the rest of his fingers on that hand control your lower back, feels so dirty the way he uses it to keep pulling you backwards to meet his thrusts. he has pretty moans too, doesn’t hide any of them. but he talks. full, elaborate pictures painted by his mouth, like he’s not pummeling you as we speak, pussy squeezing greedily around his big dick.

you already came, minutes ago. they just aren’t done.

“you’re so fucking wet,” megumi says through his teeth. “you like making us feel good that much?”

you slur around inumaki’s length. you really have no idea who he lives with– hope silently to yourself that that they just aren’t home and can’t hear the loud sounds of your gagging and whining, the plap plap plap of megumi behind you, because that would be extremely fucking embarassing.

behind you, megumi’s eyes are on inumaki. meg’s eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, piercing gaze burning holes into inumaki’s own. he gives him a look, something so intimate that no one else would be able to recognize. inumaki keens, gets overwhelmed and closes his eyes tight.

“that feel good, baby?” megumi asks. not asking you. asking him. inumaki nods, throws his head back and tangles a hand in your hair.

megumi shakes his head, puts a leg up so he can fuck you deeper. the new angle has more of your throat accessible to inumaki, too. every thrust pushes you further down.

“need to hear you.” megumi tells him. “c’mon, ki, talk to me.”

“f-feels– good– i can’t-”

“of course you can. go ahead, cum in her mouth. she’s gonna swallow it all.” he looks down at how your pussy is swallowing him up, chews at his lip. “aren’t you?”

“mmf–mhm–”

and with that, inumaki is cumming.

he doesn’t have the reaction time to pull out of your throat, cum spurting out of his sensitive tip wildly, hot and salty down the back of your throat.

megumi, at the sight of your bodies connecting, the final sight of inumaki with his eyes rolled back, thrusting his orgasm into your mouth, cums too. he keeps his eyes locked with inumaki’s— mouth open in a primal groan, filling up your cunt with everything he could possibly give you.

you slump down a little between them as they ride their orgasms out, let them use you for every stroke and bit of pleasure they want.

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jjk!men + women reacts to you singing "go away" by weezer!