your thumb gently brushed over the bridge of megumi’s nose as you smiled down at him.
the two of you were laying in bed together, moonlight filtering through the window and illuminating a sliver of his face.
he was shirtless, neck and collarbone littered with soft purple marks, left by you earlier that night. his hair was mussed from you tugging at it. but he looked so beautiful.
“what’re you doing…?” he grumbled, one eye opening to peek up at you.
“you look so pretty, baby.” you whispered, the pad of your thumb brushing his sharp jawline now, tracing it gently.
“shut up..” he murmured, but there was no real conviction to his words. the faint blush on his cheeks betrayed his stubborn attitude.
“i’m serious. how is your face so perfect?” you asked, eyes fixed on his long lashes. he opened his mouth to protest, but you cut him off.
“i’m jealous of you. your nose is so cute and small,” you traced the bridge of his nose again.
“and your skin is so smooth, and clear.” you continued, fingers brushing his cheeks.
his eyebrows furrowed, and he avoided your gaze, clearly flustered.
“and your lashes genuinely piss me off. why are they so long and perfect.” you mutter, leaning so close to him that your lashes practically brushed against his.
“they piss you off…?” he repeated, voice soft and a little confused. he never understood you when you got like this.
“yeah. like, you don’t even need serums or extensions or anything. they’re just… like that.” you murmur, pulling away and looking down at him, your gaze tracing his features and falling to his lips.
without another word, you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his pink lips.
yeah.
his lips were perfect too.
||a/n: oh my sweet sweet megumi. save me megumi fluff…
contents: improper use of cursed speech, masturbation, kind of dubcon (?)
when you were getting into a relationship with toge inumaki, you knew about his cursed speech. despite that, he was sweet and kindhearted. he went out of his way to make sure that no one would be cursed by him.
except for you right now.
"watch me."
toge had used his cursed speech on you before but you would never get used to how your body bent itself to his will before you could process what was happening.
your eyes were glued to him.
he'd fully stripped off his clothes and you admired his naked body. his stomach was toned, currently covered in a thin sheen of sweat. his forearm flexed as he gripped his achingly hard dick.
his cock stood at a solid six and a half inches, the tip was a darker shade of pink than the rest of its length. pre-cum had beaded at the tip, beginning to drip down. you so badly wanted to run your tongue up the prominent vein spanning the front of his cock, all the way from the base to under the head.
however, your body was frozen in place, and all you could do was watch.
a quiet moan escaped him as he ran his thumb over the sensitive slit, collecting the pre-cum that had built up.
he spit into his hand before continuing, using it as lube to slowly stroke himself.
his eyes fluttered shut, head tilting back. he was nearly whimpering with each pump of his fist. knowing that your eyes were on him made the feeling more intense.
you watched as his abs and biceps flexed with each motion. wetness pooled between your legs and you started to inch your fingers across your thighs, hoping he wouldn't see.
he growled, "don't."
you froze.
it felt harder to breathe, you were dizzy with desire and your clit throbbed. toge could be cruel sometimes. he wouldn't let you touch yourself until he was satisfied, this was his show.
you never imagined he had this side to him.
a loud groan from toge pulled you out of your thoughts. he began to buck his hips up, fucking his hand with loud, slick sounds.
his eyes rolled back and he bit his lip, tasting a small amount of blood. his chest heaved, his entire body beginning to feel his orgasm building up in his abdomen.
toge gripped himself harder, twisting his wrist with every stroke, occasionally brushing his thumb over the tip.
he was becoming more of a mess with each passing second. it was a sight to behold. sweat dripped down his face and his hair started to stick to his forehead. his abs were tense, trying to hold back his impending climax. he couldn't keep his eyes open or form coherent sentences.
you needed to feel him, right now.
"stay still, ey- eyes on me." he choked out between muffled moans.
you fixated on his cock, watching how he fucked into his hand, wishing it was you.
"toge..." you whimpered, so hot and bothered that words wouldn't come to your mind.
the only feeling you could focus on was your cunt clenching around empty space while your boyfriend drew closer to cumming.
"i'm– i'm gonna cum." he whined, he always got whiny as he got close. usually those whines would be in your ear, spurring you on.
he opened his eyes and stared at you while a smirk tugged at his lips, "cum with me." he ordered.
you hadn't touched yourself at all, but you felt an orgasm ripple through your body. he came with a loud grunt, still smirking at you.
that bastard, you thought.
your legs shook and moans fell from your lips, you begged to feel him.
cum dripped down his stomach and hand. he panted and his cheeks flushed pink.
even when he did things like this you still found him adorable, he looked so beautiful to you right now. he was a mess, but you knew it was because of you.
he wiped his hand on a nearby towel.
you noticed he didn't wipe his stomach, "lick it off?" he asked, jokingly (momentarily forgetting about his cursed speech).
💌 : : i have multiple drafts rn that include improper use of cursed techniques.. is that too freaky for tumblr lmk. this is also kinda cheeks but i really wanted to post something tonight.
trying because your caleb is a big guy. and that applies to all of him. he's tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and long limbs, his cock heavy to match. you've never been able to get more than a few inches into your mouth at a time.
he watches you on your knees between his legs, watches as your hand strokes up and down his length slowly. your eyes fixate on it, studying every inch. you're so careful when you try to take it into your mouth. you suckle in the first inch, gently laving your tongue at the ridge. he grunts quietly as you bob down about halfway.
it feels good, but he can see that look in your eye. the determination to do more.
"baby, you- you don't have to," he chokes out through a tight jaw.
you look up from under your lashes with your mouth still full of him, and he almost finishes right then. a deep groan flows from between his lips. he expects you to pull off, to give him your usual "but i want to."
but instead you just try harder. you slide yourself down further, take as much of him as you can all the way back into your throat. his fingers grip the edge of the couch hard and his eyes roll back.
you start to gag, and that only makes it harder for him to hold on. your muscles contract. some more saliva oozes from your mouth. he’s pretty sure you’d choke yourself on him if you could, and that makes him feel sick with pleasure. he doesn’t like seeing your eyes water like this or your firsts clench around your thumb. but when it’s for him… when it’s for proving your devotion to him… he can’t help indulging in it.
yet when you make another wet, gargly noise, his hands come to either side of your head with gentle strength and pull you off. you try to whine around an desperate inhale, and his dick twitches. your eyes are hazy, leaking tears and so watery. he wraps an arm around you and lifts you up into his lap.
“wait- almost had it,” you say as he sits you down straddling his lap.
he chuckles softly, rolling his hips up and silencing those protests with the friction of his wet cock against your panties.
“doesn’t matter. can’t have you passin’ out on me before we get to the best part, pipsqueak.”
zayne had a rough day at work—so many patients, too much paperwork, an excruciating surgery in between—he was absolutely beat. so when he trudges through the door with his tie loosened and very prominent bags under his eyes on his otherwise perfect skin, you tell him to go sit on the couch and relax while you finish whipping up dinner.
he wants nothing more than to shower the day off of him and crawl into bed with his wife, but you insist he needs to eat—the same way he would if it were you in his shoes. and because he can’t resist you—especially when you’re wearing a cute little apron—he begrudgingly obliges, letting his bag hit the ground and slumping on the couch, a single button on his crisp shirt unbuttoned showing off a beautiful sliver of skin.
he throws his head back and pinches the bridge of his nose, thinking of anything to take his mind off his grueling work, and he’s successful when his mind finally lands back on you. his sweet, sweet wife.
he tries to keep his thoughts innocent… tries not to think about you in your little apron looking like you came straight out of a male fantasy. tries not to think about all the things he could do to you. tries so hard not to think about how you could take care of his cock—the very same that’s growing harder and harder in his confined slacks.
he’s tired—can barely move, and yet, he still calls you to him.
“sweetheart,” his voice gruff, carrying a slight rasp as he beckons you. “c’mere please.”
a frown etches itself on your face, walking your way to him from the kitchen. “baby, ‘m almost done with din–”
you don’t get the chance to finish your complaint when he’s pulling you by the arm into his lap. a soft gasp leaves your lips at the sudden movement. then you’re settled, straddling the large expanse of his lap and you feel it.
he wraps his arms around your body, flushing you against his chest. his lips press against the shell of your ear and he whispers, “don’t care about dinner, just let me hold my wife, yeah?”
he swears it’s all he needs—to hold you close and inhale your scent—but his pulse is racing and blood roars in his ears all due to sheer desire and he can’t stop himself from shifting his hips the slightest bit.
you feel that, too. it elicits a sharp gasp.
you can almost hear the small smirk forming on his lips, “how was your day, beautiful?” he murmurs, hands moving to your hips.
and his movements are so calculated. from the way he ever so gently grounds you into him to the way his breath fans against your ear sending shivers down your spine.
“was fine…” you mumble, unable to stop the way you shift in his lap, body begging for more attention. “missed you.”
“yeah?” he asks, his voice is low and nearly unrecognizable. “missed you s’much more, my love. been waiting for this moment all day.”
you pull back slightly to look into his eyes. they’re tired. exhausted even, but they still hold that fire. that pure, burning desire. they’re his fuck me eyes. and, god, do you love them.
“zaynie,” you whisper, unable to trust your shaky voice.
he hums, and the soft, pitched noise has you leaking through your bottom, probably leaving a wet patch right on his pants. “tell me, sweetheart.” his hands squeeze at your sides and his hips slowly, but surely, roll into you. "what did you do today?"
you whimper, pussy clenching around nothing. "mmph, not much…" another roll, evoking another wet gasp. "fuck, just… cleaned, w-went on a walk—" he's pushing against you deeper now. you feel the outline of his cock push into you with every not-so-little thrust. "s-saw, saw that stray kitty in the park again."
"mmm, we should really take her in, shouldn't we?" he breathes, cock twitching at the sound of your voice breaking with every grind.
"zaynie," your hands grip his shoulders, pulling him back so you can look at him. his face is flushed, pink blooming over his cheeks and spreading to the tips of his ears. you gyrate against him, pulling a breathy moan from your husbands hung open mouth. "dinner's gonna burn."
"let it burn then." he says, the words coming out in a hiss. "need my wife—we can order takeout later, i'll even cook, don't care. let me just have you like this first."
a beg. to the untrained ear, you can't hear it, but you know zayne like the back of your hand. you know that heat curls in his stomach, that tension lies in every bone in his body, that pure desire is the only thing he feels right now. the need to be close to you is strong, but the need to be fully sheathed inside you, fucking you till he's completely stress free and you're completely full of his cum is much, much stronger.
it's why all the fatigue evaporates and he can't stop himself from flipping you onto the plush couch— rubbing into you you like he might die without feeling the outline of your pussy through your soddened panties and leggings . he can't even be bothered to rid you of your clothes… he craves the release. he needs it more than anything. needs you more than anything.
you let out a pathetic needy sob, overly worked up by him fucking you through your clothes. "z-zayne, more—ugh, need more. t-take it off, please."
his cock twitches helplessly at the sound. it's what he's been missing while drowning in work for hours on end.
"sweetheart," he moans brokenly. "promise i'll fuck you just the way you like—just need you to take this first. you can do that for me, can't you?" he whispers and the word shoot an immense amount of heat straight to your core. "you can be a good little wife, right, darling?"
you can never say no to him, especially when he talks to you like that. you respond wordlessly, giving your husband what he wants—no, what he needs—and wrap your legs securely around his slim waist.
"that's it, good girl." and the way zayne sounds is the polar opposite of the weight of his words. his voice is frayed, desperate. "f-feels, ha, feels so good like this, yeah?"
his hips move faster, imitating the way they would if he were actually inside of you fucking you with full force. your body rocks with every thrust, every grind, your tits bounce underneath your apron, the couch—even as firm as it sits—sways with you in tandem.
it goes on and on. endless, whiny praises from him, sobbing pleas from you, your bodies rubbing against one another effectively ruining his dry-clean-only slacks till you finally feel that tight knot form in your lower belly.
and he's close, too, but zayne's been close to coming undone—he just didn't want to let go without you.
it happens so quickly that you barely have the time to process it. "baby, baby," you gasp, nerve-endings coming alive while your heart pounds at the speed of light. "'m—oh, fuck, baby. 'm cumming, cumming, cumming."
"cum with me, sweet girl." he wheedles, never losing his momentum for a second. he grinds you both through it till he feels your body pull taut underneath him. till you're shaking and sobbing and clinging onto him for dear life.
then he stills and his orgasm is explosive. he's vocal, moaning out your name mixed with all the sweet pet names he's given you. his cum leaks through his boxers and said dry-clean-only slacks, beading out of the fabric in a taboo, yet very erotic way.
it takes you both minutes to come down till the smell of burning food fills your nostrils.
then you hear the unmistakable beeping of the fire alarm.
"oh, shit."
KIT SAYS... they took my yaoi/bl app away from me. if you guys know where i can read my yaoi ad free, email me. (dm me or send me an ask, I'm begging i need to fujo out over hot men that kiss) oh and this isn't proofread lol
ᕱᕱ ྀི. suguru recently purchased a camera. here are some of his entries. ♡
entry one.
“oh, look at that. wow, the quality’s gorgeous.” suguru’s voice is heard behind the screen as the recording begins. you walk into frame sluggishly, rubbing your tummy from under suguru’s much bigger shirt before you notice. he moves the camera to fully fit you into the frame, zooming into your sleepy face.
“baby look. the camera’s here.” he said. you look at the camera before covering your face before propping yourself onto his lap. your hand covers the lens before turning it away from you. fruitless because he immediately pans it back to you.
“i just woke up and yer pointing a camera at me.” you murmured.
“ i barely recorded anything yet. don’t get camera shy on me now.” he said, gently fixing your messy bed hair with his free hand. “say something interesting.”
you think for a moment. “suguru loves sucking on my toes-”
entry two.
the sizzling of the eggs were prominent, sharp pops filling the air. the recording began from behind you, catching you at the stove.
the camera slowly drifted closer, sneaking up on you before suguru's hand suddenly wrapped around your waist, causing you to aggressively flinch, accompanied with a scratchy shrill.
“oh my days– what the hell suguru? you scared the shit out of me.” you scoffed as his giggles are heard. he begun leaving pecks all over your cheek, the camera wobbling with each kiss.
“good morning.”
placing a hand on your chest to calm yourself, you turn around and quickly become aware of the camera rolling. “first thing in the morning is recording me? wow, you're obsessed.”
“you wish. what are you making?” he asked, zooming to the eggs as they bubbled.
“ what’s up youtube, we’re making eggs and avocados today so sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.”
“ we’re making youtube channels now? question mark.”
you open your mouth to respond, but before you could get any words out, you burst into an obnoxious fit of laughter.
“what the hell. wait, let me in. why are you laughing?” he said, shaking your body back and forth to stop you from laughing. “i feel left out , baby tell me!”
“suguru youtube channel, call that mr. yeast.”
“...hello ?? i don’t even have a yeast infection. ?”
entry three.
the room is dimly lit, your incoherent babbling filling the room.there you were on your back, beneath suguru's warm body with your knees bent firmly toward your chest. his grip remained tightly on your thighs as you whined into the pillow beside you, arching and twitching at every thrust. suguru kept the camera steady, focusing on his skin slapping against yours as he stuffed your cunt full of his cock.
“look at her– hah–.” he whispered into the camera. there's a zoom into your soaking hole, wide to accommodate his girth, sloppy noises growing louder the harder he went. his fingers trailed down your stomach, where he could feel his bulge before he rubbed circles around your clit despite your sobs.“her wet cunt is taking me in so well. isn't she, baby?”
you don’t respond, drool trailing down to your chin as your chest rises and falls rapidly. he laughs at the sight, moving the lens to your face. “you gonna answer, angel? ngh- or you're gonna keep moaning like a bitch in heat?”
“ fuck— yes- sugu, please keep- ah— going,-” you could barely get your words out, your eyes watering as you scratched the sheets.
his hand leaves your thigh before he strongly grips your face, squeezing your cheeks together. he forced you to look into the camera, recording your blown out pupils and quivering lips. “don’t take your eyes off the lens. i wanna see your pretty face later, kay?”
𝟅ϱ sum. nerd caleb accidentally makes you squirt! cw : mdni, squirting, mean dom caleb, short n sweet.
“ hey, pips. you ever tried squirting before?” caleb absentmindedly mentions above you, barely flinching as your nails create feral scratch marks down his broad back. his strokes are brutal and calculating, overbearingly rendering you speechless to any questions he asks you, or any thought that formulates outside of him. your bleary gaze shoots him a skeptical look, one that he matches with an airy laugh. “ don’t look at me like that; you’re not too dick drunk to respond… right?”
“ w-what do you even know about squirting?”
“ oh, honey, just because i was a virgin doesn’t mean i’m dumb,” he snickers, watching as your doubtful eyes flicker to the back of your skull, successfully rendering you tongue tied before the real peak even began. truth be told, the thought of making you squirt has crossed caleb’s mind once or twice… maybe more than that if he were to count. but he never put his plan into action; by the time he’d remember to, you were already flat as the surface he’d press you onto, praising how good he fucks you.
he focuses back on reality when your body jerks, drool seeping from the corners of your mouth— how embarrassing it was to look like a slut, but you were barely lucid to care enough, blissfully focusing on how your walls invites all staggering inches of him in your pussy with profound greed.
“ if you want me to make you squirt, how ‘bout you say so?” his teasing trails off with a low groan; his orange-purple eyes leisurely skim through the erotic pathway of your trembling body. his hands remove themselves from the meaty flesh of your thighs, now focusing on bringing the weight of your waist off the bed, lifting you up for better access to fuck into you freely. a sadistic smile spreads across his face as he watches your eyes light up. despite your head being thrown back, you nod dumbly— his non-verbal sign of consent. “ ah, you know by now how to talk to me, and that’s not the right way, so… i’ll give you one more time.”
despite his patient words, his hips are anything but that. from the way he drives his hips deeper, ensuring his rounded tip knocks against your sensitive g-spot, his one goal is to have you teetering real close to the point of frenzied euphoria by the end of this night.
“ f-fuck! i want you to make me squirt, caleb! pleasee, wan’ it so bad!” later on you’ll realize that those were your famous last words.
his dick makes up for the arrogant air he held earlier; his thrusts somehow switch from brutal to punishing as he focuses on spots that you didn’t even know were there. it was endearing— his brows were furrowed as his teeth gritted against each other, looking oddly fixated on finding the spot that will surely have you gushing over him. you cutely shudder beneath him, patiently bracing yourself as you feel the coil simmering in the depths of your stomach, ready to snap any moment now due to the velocity of caleb’s hips rocking you into ecstasy.
“ relax yourself; don’t force it to come. it’ll happen naturally. don’t want anything else on your mind, besides me right now.” if you didn’t know who you were fucking, you would’ve assumed he was a sex god, just from how he gently talked you through it. caleb brings a rough hand to grab at your throat, squeezing the sides, albeit gently just enough to barely cut off your air circulation, but making the feeling of his dick effortlessly gliding through your sopping walls extremely maddening. “ don’t hold back on m-me; feel ya clenching. give it to me, pips. make a mess for me.”
“ oh my g-god, caaaaleb!” you screamed into the heated air as electric currents raced through your limbs, rendering your legs useless as amorous fluids shot from your pussy, drenching everything in its zone, including the bottom half of caleb’s pelvis— the oddly educated menace that brought you to this point. everything felt overbearingly hot and the loud noises your pussy once made amplified as he gave a few more roughened thrusts to your walls before he eventually slowed down.
“ what the fuck?” you’ve barely calmed down from your high before blurt out in shock, blurry vision brightening as you focus on glancing at the man hovering above you— whose now uncontrollably laughing.
“ don’t look at me like that! i didn’t think it would work… or that you could squirt this far, you made such’a mess. think you got it in you to give me one more?”
megumi’s different when he’s sick, really different. but you can’t say you mind.
your usually stoic, collected, unemotional boyfriend is suddenly all over you, clingy as a koala. it’s pathetically adorable.
your hand is flat against megumi’s forehead, checking for a temperature, and he’s blatantly leaning into your touch. a kiss pressed to your knuckles, another to your palm.
you get up to make soup and he pulls you back towards him with surprising strength, for someone who’s sick. a surprised squeak leaves your mouth as you’re tugged into his warm arms, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
“don’t go,” megumi mumbles, pouting.
you laugh quietly, hand threading through his hair. “i’ll be back in a minute, baby. just gonna make you something warm so you feel better.”
he huffs, tightening his hold on you. “you can do that later. ‘s cold without you.”
“i’ll give you more blankets?”
“it’s not the same,” he grumbles. then he sniffles, a quiet, sickly sound. it tugs at your heartstrings, and you wonder whether he was faking it just for the attention.
you exhale, amused yet unrelenting. “i’m sorry, gumi. i have to, okay?” somehow, some way, you untangle yourself from his tight embrace and stand up.
megumi whines, reaching for you, and you fight back a smile.
“i’ll be really quick, baby. promise.” you press a peck to his warm forehead, tucking him more properly into the blankets before slipping out of the bedroom.
not even a minute goes by before you feel megumi’s presence in the kitchen. you smile softly as his arms come around your waist, chin resting heavily on your shoulder.
“you should be in bed, baby.”
“i know,” he mumbles almost guiltily, breath warm on your neck. he watches you cut the vegetables, spiky hair tickling your skin. “it was just really cold without you. horrible.”
“horrible indeed,” you humour him, reaching back to scratch his scalp. he exhales, eyes droopy as he melts into you. “i told you i’d be back soon, no?”
“but you were taking forever,” megumi groans earnestly, eyes opening to peek at you.
“i was away for one minute.”
“a minute too long.” he says, sniffling and shutting his eyes again. “i almost died.”
you giggle, pouring the finished soup into a bowl. “i’m really sorry,” you say as you lead him back into the bedroom, pulling him behind you like a sad puppy. “won’t happen again.”
“good,” megumi huffs, satisfied.
his eyes trail over you as you get him settled in, cocooning him in blankets and pressing the bowl into his hands. you know exactly what’s coming next.
megumi locks his gaze on yours. “is it cuddle time now?” he asks hopefully, eyes wide and shiny, lips downturned as though he might burst into tears if you refused.
the sight of him like this is so unexpected, so precious. you almost give in. almost.
“nope,” you say, trying to sound as firm as you can muster. you press the soup bowl further into his hands as his bottom lip quivers. “drink first, then cuddles.”
“and- and you won’t even feed me?” megumi warbles, sniffling sadly. “i’m dying, you know.”
“you’re not dying,” you sigh, sitting down next to him. “but fine, i’ll feed you. only cos’ you’re sick.”
the biggest smile breaks onto his face, eyes clearing up immediately as he hands you the soup bowl. your megumi wouldn’t smile like this in a million years, and you try to savour it.
he’s almost giddy with affection as he presses the soup bowl into your hands, cozying up to you and pressing his face into your chest. “you’re the best,” he mumbles happily.
you can’t wait to tell your boyfriend about this when he’s well again.
sunlight peaked through the curtains of your shared apartment. it was early morning, but the exact time was unclear. you had woken up a few minutes ago and suguru was stirring beside you. you felt him first: his big arms wrapping around you, soft lips leaving wet kisses down your neck, and the hard tent in his pants pressing against your ass.
wasting no time, you slowly grinded against him, earning a low grown from the raven haired man. his soft lips ghosted over your skin while his hands gripped your hips. you instinctively opened your legs as he inched closer to you. the only thing you had on were your flimsy sleep shorts and matching tank top. suguru snaked his hand in between your thighs and tugged off your shorts. arching into him, you spread even wider so he could reach where you ached the most.
“already soaked so for me,” he murmured. using his fingers, he spread your slick across your folds a low hum. all you could manage was a small nod. he pressed a kiss to your shoulder before slipping two fingers inside of you. you moaned into your pillow and shuddered. his long fingers reached where your own couldn’t. he curled them and you bit the pillow to muffle your embarrassingly loud moans.
he cupped your face and stroked your cheek with his thumb. “don’t hide from me. i wanna hear you.” your cunt fluttered at his words and you whimpered his name.
“you’re taking my fingers so well my love,” he cooed, picking up the pace a little. broken moans left your lips as he fucked you with his fingers. you didn’t hold back this time, letting him hear just how good he made you feel.
“my baby is so needy in the morning, isn’t she?” suguru pressed his lips to your neck. a soft cry escaped your lips, your thighs shaking as he curled his fingers again.
you shattered, the pleasure taking over you. you whispered his name quietly as you came down from your high. suguru pulled out his fingers with a wet squelch before bringing them to his lips.
“mmm,” he moaned shamelessly. you glanced over your shoulder and watched as he swirled his tongue to taste you. he smirked when he realized you were watching him, then pulled down his boxers.
precum was already oozing from his mushroom tip. you reached behind you and pumped the base of his cock, earning a low groan from him. as you glided your thumb across the head, he twitched in your palm and bucked his hips into your hand slightly.
after you teased him a bit, he did the same suguru teased your entrance, smearing your wetness with his length before pushing inside. you gasped at the stretch. he split you open as he slowly buried himself deeper and deeper inside of you. once he fully bottomed out, he began to move his hips slightly.
the angle was more agonizing than his pace. his thrusts were shallow, he barely pulled out before slipping back inside of you, but the way his tip nudged that spot deep inside made you shiver. your velvet walls clenched around him with each stroke, taking every inch.
“my pretty girl,” he whispered. you whined softly, too tired and too fucked out to think properly. "perfect, just perfect."
he rolled his hips slowly. you arched your back and grasped the pillow under your head. his dick bullied your cunt, making your brain go all fuzzy. the way he whispered sweet, yet filthy things to you wasn’t helping either.
“you take me so well, my love. the way you melt like putty in my hands drives me crazy.” he smiled into your skin. “milking the shit out of me as a ruin you. so tight, you’d think i never take care of you.”
but that wasn’t true. mornings like this with suguru were a reoccurring thing. he always found himself slipping inside of you, reaching where you needed him most.
satoru knows you hear him when he cums. you know he does.
you’d been as good about this whole thing as one could be. after all, it's not like he does it day in day out, just occasionally throughout the week.
you’d have your headphones in to pretend that you’re immersed in one of your shows, volume low. acting like you don’t already have the sound of satoru's moans burned into your memory, like you can’t hear him getting himself off down the hall. trying your hardest to not let it affect you. which works well enough.
usually, at least.
sometimes it gets to be too much. your soft bottom lip ends up caught between your teeth, thighs pressed together like that'll do anything for the incessant throbbing down south. it unfortunately lasts maybe 5 minutes before you cave, weak enough to let a hand slide down the front of your shorts to ease the growing ache building in your abdomen. sliding two fingers deep and pretending they're longer, slightly thicker. able to curl in a way yours can't. palming your breast under your cami and imagining that it's a slightly larger, warmer hand working you up like this.
pretending that it isn’t your roommate’s moans alone that's causing this stubborn arousal. hoping you’d time his orgasm just right so you’d finish with him.
hell, maybe you’re just as bad as satoru is, just not as loud.
he’s always ridiculously shameless about it too—deep groans, breathless curses, the wet drag of his fist as he strokes his cock. one you've pictured a shameful number of times. little praises choked out like there’s someone else there making him feel good.
“you’re so wet,” you’d once heard him murmur, voice edging off into a deep, toe curling moan, “feels so good, baby…”
it’s like he wants you to hear him.
which you do. every. single. fucking time without fail.
once is mistake, twice is a coincidence? but 3 times? and the various instances after those? satoru gojo is ruining your fucking life. your sanity.
not a coincidence, but pattern. sheer pattern. he has to know. if the knowing glint in his pale eyes when morning came meant anything, his chirpy little ‘sleep well, roomie?’ that has the tips of your ears heating because no, obviously fucking not! grade a asshole, that’s what he is. it’s already a struggle to fight the building attraction–he’s annoying as hell when he wants to be, but a sweetheart of a friend. fixes stuff around the apartment without you even having to ask, makes you breakfast here and there, stays up at ridiculous hours with you when you can't sleep...among other things.
but now you know exactly how he sounds when he makes himself cum, how whiny he gets, and it just makes that fickle restraint falter even more.
aside from the whole ‘noisy jerker’ thing…he isn’t bad at all. you’d gotten lucky in the roommate lottery, you suppose. he at least handles his shit with the door closed (the singular saving grace).
tonight’s different though. you’d stepped out for a quarter of an hour at best to run to the convenience store—he’d been to one to offer up his card to restock the snacks in the communal cupboard, letting you go with a simple ‘get the good stuff, yeah?’
he’d been given a clear time frame so there’s no good reason why his door is cracked when you get back in, fucking up into his fist with gentle strokes and zero urgency at all.
"oh fuck…just like that.”
you halt mid step, frozen—card in your hold, heart clawing its way right up into your throat.
the sight is much more than you’d expected. he’s a much prettier sight than your imagination could've ever conjured up.
sweats pushed low and bunched on his thighs, muscled chest bare. his lashes rest against the flush dusting his cheeks, snowy strands mussed with a few damp ones sticking to his forehead. your eyes drop lower, you can't help it. to his happy trail, neatly groomed hairs that do match the drapes leading all the way down to his cock. it's shameful how fast blood rushes to your face. it's a pretty, flushed pink, a bead of precum welling at the tip as he strokes up and down, grip twisting near—
maybe…maybe you’d just wait till he finished. silently slip back into your room like you'd seen nothing at all, keeping the card till he finished. he wouldn’t mind. you shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t even be looking.
he’s jerking off and you’re just stood there like a peeping tom. gosh, you feel like a bigger pervert than he is. getting off to the sound of him is bad enough, now this?
“are you just gonna stand there?” the words come out of no where, startling you. it’s lazy sounding, a syrupy drawl tinged with amusement. like this is a normal, everyday conversation that you two have. the card slackens in your hold and your breathing ceases momentarily, mouth parting to get an excuse out, a ramble of apologies perhaps.
“you’re—oh fuck,” and he doesn’t even stop, eyes closed, head tipped to the ceiling now. his lips part around a moan, squeezing at the base of his cock on his downstroke to ebb his pleasure. pearly cream smears near the pretty bulb with he strokes upward again, thumb brushing over a vein at the side. “—fine. you’re fine! come in, I was just thinking about you.”
you do, you’re not sure why you do. maybe it’s your body working faster than your mind is, one saying yes, other saying no type thing. clear betrayal of every sensible instinct you have. your limbs are moving before the words can even settle. he grins like he knew you’d do just that, shifting floorboards giving you away.
you try not to look, you really do but it’s right there. hefty cock held in a light grip, flushed head all soft and rosy. veins pulsing proudly under flushed, shiny flesh. a cock you’ve tried (you really have) to not imagine too often. glistening with what looks like either pre or saliva (maybe both). it's stiff and heavy looking in his hand—the kind of pretty that causes a near physical ache in your chest and somewhere lower, dampness between your thighs soaking through your panties.
“you’re gonna cum to it anyway,” he murmurs, “might as well get you in here to let you see the real thing, right?” your eyes follow another pearlescent dribble from his head, eyes growing glossy. you will the dampness pooling between your thighs away, trying to focus on anything but him while actively ogling at his cock. you’re stood there like a deer in headlights, his words registering late. when they finally do, you’re all hot in the face as you glance up at his face, stumbling over words about only being here to give him his card. “huh? I don’t even…satoru, I promise you it’s not like that at all.”
“it’s not?” and then he laughs, all deep and rich, not at all helping with your situation currently.
“you just happen to play with yourself exactly when i’m getting myself off? the walls are thin, pretty. I don’t think the pillows muffle those vibrations too well.” you wonder if there’s a quick way to dig a hole to just jump into. maybe if you fake a fainting spell, he’d be nice enough to drop it so you could escape? shitty fucking amazon vibrator – the reviews were all lies.
a low, strangled noise leaves you - half startled, half mortified. trying to get a rebuttal out but your lips won’t cooperate.
satoru’s eyes open slowly, lids heavy like he’s already drunk on the pleasure. fuck, he loves this. loves the look on your face – lips parted, all stunned, no words to say to explain yourself. “haah—you’re not coming?” and god, he says it so breathily, you can’t help the instinctual clench of your thighs, nor the bob of your throat with how harsh you swallow.
“a little watching got you all needy?” he notices. of course he does. “why don’t we help each other out, hm? take your panties off. let me see how wet you got for me.”
that gives you a pause, panties in question uncomfortably damp. hot in the face with..embarrassment? arousal? most definitely arousal. maybe that more than the former. your hands are shaky as they graze the soft edges of your shorts, hooking under the elastic band of your panties.
you don’t know why you’re just listening to him. blindly following his instructions like it's law. "I...I really came to give you back the card." walking out of here and pretending this didn’t happen would be just as easy as walking in had been. but you don’t – you’ve been wanting to at least touch him for ages, depriving yourself right now wouldn’t do either of you any favors. "I was about to leave."
the plain pale gray, now turned smoky at the center falls, string of arousal connecting the fabric and your core briefly before snapping. it hits the floor in a heap with your shorts, and you press his card onto the closest surface to free both hands up.
"mm, i'm sure you were." his gaze drops and he groans at the clear glistening between your thighs, thumb swiping over his tip, hips twitching slightly as he slows his strokes.
“perfect. now c’mere, pretty.” he says again, softer this time. voice something warm and inviting.
you take a step, then a few more till you’re at the edge of the bed. his legs spread a little wider, chin angling down in a simple gesture. his strokes somehow get slower, lazier. teasing now, dragging out every wet sound, every twist of his wrist that has dribbles of his pre spilling over his knuckles. you sink down to your knees so you’re settled between his thighs, fingertips biting into the hardwood. the ache between your thighs that you'd been managing well enough makes itself known with a harsh throb, looking up at him through your lashes.
“there you are.” he croons, bringing his free hand back from gripping the sheets to brush stray hairs out your face, tipping your chin up. the pad of his thumb traces your bottom lip, slow, pressing in just slightly at the center.
“say ahh, roomie.”
a/n: another one for my fellow satogooners (¬ ͜ ͡¬) 𖹭.ᐟ -- edited repost! ˙ᵕ˙
thank you for reading! likes, reblogs and feedback very appreciated!
as everyone knows, 𝓶egumi isn't fond of using words to display his undeniable affection — it's what he chooses to do as far as actions.
he'll buy you little things — keychains, figurines, flowers, anything you asked him for. he'd (reluctant, and sheepishly) give into your advances as far as displaying public affection with holding your hand, kisses on the cheek, even melting into a kiss on the lips.
not to mention how he was in bed. god, he was the sweetest thing. that sultry, lusty, yet sweet, voice of his murmuring sweet praises under his breath in your ear. his breath whisping past your lashes, petting your head or your side as he'd drag his shaft out along your insides to the tip, only to push back in and kiss the spot that inched you closer to cumming — rinse, repeat.
though, something in the back of your head kept you unsatisfied. yes, it was intimate, it was lovely, but god, you craved something more... punishing. putting you below the pedestal he so graciously put you on. something in your head told you he wouldn't be opposed to that at all. perhaps it was sheer hope he wouldn't decline your idea, perhaps he was holding back just as much as you were.
" i'll do whatever you want, you know that. but fuck — if you aren't the greediest thing ever. " his voice was a low growl in your ear, the faux annoyance stinging you a bit. you felt him swallow his grunts and moans as best as he could with the occasional slip up, a consequence of how deep he was driving his dick into you.
his hand was on your head, pushing you into the sheets, hips hiked up into the air and held in place with a mean grip of his hand, thrusts so deep and pull of passion that each slap was accompanied with a shlick! — you asked for this. you don't think you've ever been so easy toward an orgasm in your life.
you whined loudly, his hand loosening up on your head. he felt your walls flutter and spasm — backing up onto him, using him for your own pleasure, making him cock a brow. " now you wanna cum? did everything you asked for and more, but it's still not enough for you, huh? "
his grip on your hip tightened, bringing you back into him faster, harder, deeper. he sighed in your ear, breath whisping past your cheek. " you're lucky, hah — that i love how you look when you cum... lucky as hell. "
he couldn't hold back praising you. he could praise you all day and night whenever he was ansty for your body. but, to satisfy you, he adjusted whatever need-be. his tone was condscending, and it didn't hurt you not one bit. in fact, add a couple harsh rubs and slaps to your clit and you came apart — body falling limp, that knot in your lower abdomen finally being released.
he panted in your ear — so close but so far from his edge. you felt his dick twitch and jerk from wall to wall, dripping precum over the ribbed surface. " you liked it? " you nodded eagerly, making him scoff. " that's good. i have another round left in me, and i'll make that your thanks. "
riding your boyfriend satoru for the first time (o^^o)
you're already halfway down when you realize you might have bitten off more than you can handle.
satoru's cock stretches you open inch by inch, and even with all the prep—his fingers, his mouth, the way he worked you open on the bed of his dorm room until you were dripping and begging—it's still a lot. he's big. you knew that from the way he'd felt against your thigh, from the way he'd groaned when you'd wrapped your hand around him earlier. knowing and feeling are two very different things.
"easy," he murmurs, and his voice is lower than usual, rougher. his hands are on your hips, thumbs pressing into the jut of bone there, but he's not guiding you. he's holding you steady. letting you set the pace. "easy, sweetheart. breathe for me."
you do. shaky inhale through your nose, slow exhale through parted lips. your thighs are trembling where they're bracketing his hips, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of him. he's propped up against the headboard, shirt long since discarded, hair a mess of white silk falling into his eyes.
he looks wrecked already, and you've barely started.
"that's it," he says, and there's a strain in his voice that wasn't there before, a tightness around the edges. "you're doing so good. just—take your time."
you sink lower. another inch. the sensation is overwhelming—full, hot, stretching you in a way that borders on too much. your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving crescents in his skin. he hisses, but it's not from pain.
"fuck," he breathes, head falling back against the headboard. "fuck, you're tight."
you pause, breath catching. "is that bad?"
"no." he laughs, but it comes out strangled. "no, it's not bad. it's—" he grits his teeth, jaw working. "it's a lot. in a good way. keep going."
you push down further, and finally, finally, you're seated fully in his lap. his cock is buried to the hilt inside you, and you feel impossibly full, stretched around him, your body struggling to accommodate his size. you stay still for a moment, just breathing, just feeling.
his hands slide up from your hips to your waist, palms warm and slightly sweaty. he's looking at you with an expression you can't quite read—hunger and wonder and something softer mixed in.
"okay?" he asks.
you nod, swallowing. "okay."
"good." he shifts beneath you, and you feel him twitch inside you, making you gasp. his lips curl into a smirk, but it's strained, his composure crumbling at the edges. "now move when you're ready. however you want. i've got you."
you start slow. experimental rolls of your hips, testing the angle, the friction. each movement sends sparks through your nerves, makes your breath stutter. his hands guide but don't push, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on your skin.
"like that," he says, voice rough. "just like that."
you find a rhythm. rocking forward, grinding down, the wet sound of your bodies meeting filling the quiet room. his head falls back again, eyes fluttering shut, and you watch his throat work as he swallows.
"you feel incredible," he rasps. "god, you have no idea how good you feel."
you pick up the pace, bracing your hands on his chest. the new angle makes him hit deeper, and you moan, head dropping forward. he takes the opportunity to lean up, catching your mouth in a kiss that's all tongue and teeth and desperation.
when he pulls back, he's breathing hard. his bangs are plastered to his forehead. there's a flush spreading across his chest.
"you're doing so well," he says, and his voice cracks on the last word. "fucking—perfect. you're perfect."
you roll your hips harder, chasing the friction, the pressure building low in your belly. his hands grip your waist tighter, and you can feel him fighting the urge to take over, to flip you and fuck you into the mattress.
"close?" he asks.
you nod, too breathless for words.
"me too." he laughs, shaky. "fuck, me too. you're gonna make me—"
he cuts himself off with a groan, his hips bucking up into you despite himself. you gasp at the sudden depth, your walls clenching around him.
"sorry," he grits out. "sorry, i just—you feel too good. i can't—"
his composure is crumbling. the infuriatingly cocky sorcerer is falling apart beneath you, his breathing ragged, his hands shaking where they hold you. he's babbling now, half-words and broken praises, telling you how good you are, how tight, how perfect.
"come for me," he gasps. "please. i need to feel you—"
you do. the command, the desperation in his voice, the way he's barely holding himself together—it pushes you over the edge. you clench around him, a broken moan falling from your lips as pleasure rips through you.
he follows a second later, with a groan that sounds almost pained, his hips thrusting up as he spills inside you. you feel every pulse, every hot rush of him filling you, and it draws your own orgasm out until you're trembling and spent.
you collapse against his chest, both of you slick with sweat, breathing hard. his arms wrap around you, pulling you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
"holy shit," he mutters.
you laugh weakly. "good?"
he tilts your chin up, kissing you slow and deep.
"perfect."
a/n: requested by a lovely anon it was so much fun 2 write hihi
no one among your friends understands why you have to date the one and only eren. they all know that you’re the complete opposite of him. sweet, caring, and could never hurt anyone. he isn’t the meanest, but he’s for sure not the sweetest either.
you tried to ask him if he could act a little more sweeter, instead of acting like a jerk. it didn’t even help at all he only said that he’d think about it, but you still don’t see any changes.
yes, you know what the consequences were of dating a frat boy, but whenever you guys are alone, he drops all the ‘jerk’ acts.
he’s way more needy once all the doors are shut — more caring. he acts all tough with his friends, but with you, he’s the most lovesick boy you’ve ever seen.
he braids your hair, melts into your touch, lets you play with his hair and much more.
whenever he feels stressed and nervous about the basketball match he has to win that day, you help him.
you run your fingers through his dark brown hair, with some strands being left on his forehead. sometimes he even asks for a soft kiss before heading off towards the match. he looks at you with those pleading, green eyes.
of course you can’t resist kissing him.
after he won or lost his match, he’d always yap about it with you. the back of his head on your lap, with your fingers curling in his hair.
he also could be pissed off after his basketball practice – either how his teammate pissed him off, or how his coach went harder on him than the rest.
if it’s about one of his teammates, then you’ll always tell him that he should try to calm down and think about something else. the same goes for when his coach goes hard on him.
he really only listens to you. you make him apologize to his friends if he did something wrong.
he adores everything about you. how you bite your lower lip when you’re doing your homework, or how you always smile so widely once you see a chiikawa plushie.
he truly loves you, even though he’s a jerky frat boy
made by @jeerencho do not repost
a/n: I love frat boy eren and I didn't see many fics of him so I decided to make one myself <3
✮ getting stuck in an elevator with two hot bosses who want you cannot be that bad, right? *pwp
"shit, we're gonna be here a while," nanami breathed out annoyed and loosened his tie after the dispatcher didn't answer again and the call button totally stopped working. your shift ended like three hours ago, but you were still there, typical you, obsessing over some report. the office was totally empty.
well, except for two department heads you were lucky enough to get stuck with in one cramped elevator.
the elevator felt way too small for three adults. you were basically squeezed between them and could feel the heat coming off their bodies. behind you was nanami's tall figure, and right in front of you — higuruma. both were a head taller than you, wider in the shoulders, and fucking hot.
i mean, it wasn't for nothing that you always wore short skirts even though the dress code said no, that you accidentally spilled coffee on higuruma's pants so you could apologize with bambi eyes and wipe a napkin near his cock. for months you played a dangerous game: you leaned over a little more than you should, showed off your chest when you sat across from him, brushed your shoulder against nanami's in the narrow hallway, and left documents on hiromi's desk that were soaked in your boldest perfume. you teased both of them at the same time, gave them hope, but always slipped away the second their stares got too heavy. a little flirting is fun, alright?
but right now you weren't having fun at all.
nanami slowly leaned in. his hot breath hit your ear, making you shiver. "you look spooked, sweetheart. you okay?" he said, and he sounded dangerously protective. "y-yeah, i'm fine," you gulped, trying not to look at him. "it's just super hot in here."
you noticed nanami lookedup at higuruma. for a while they just stared at each other in silence, and then this slow, knowing grin spread across both their faces. that look made your knees go weak. higuruma took his time taking off his jacket. he did it slow, eyes locked on yours, and tossed the expensive thing right on the dirty floor.
"what a shame," he said, rolling up his sleeves and showing off those strong forearms. "maybe we should talk about your behavior."
before you could get a single word out, nanami's heavy hands landed on your waist. he pulled you back, pressing you into his hard chest. "you've been waiting for this the whole time, haven't you?" he whispered into your hair. "teasing us so much."
"i... i have no idea what you're talking about," your voice shook, and your heart was thumping so loud they both definitely heard it. hiromi stepped even closer. his hands hit your thighs, bunching up your skirt. "oh, trust me, you know exactly what we're talking about."
they literally crushed you between them, and you felt the burning heat of their bodies. nanami grabbed your chin and pulled it up, forcing you to look at him. "i think it's time to teach you a lesson."
he didn't let you scream — his mouth covered yours in a demanding kiss. he kissed you deep, filling you up with himself, while hiromi went for your neck at the same time, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on your skin. your head started spinning and reality started to blur.
nanami pulled back from your lips for a second and then with one sharp, confident move he grabbed you by the waist. before you could even gasp, you were up in the air. he held you there, making your legs spread wide and hooking your knees over his arms. now you were basically hanging on him — your back pressed against his chest, and you were completely open in front of both of them.
your short skirt rode up to your waist, leaving you in just thin panties. nanami went back to your ear, nibbling on your lobe and cheek before sliding down to your neck. meanwhile, higuruma slowly unbuttoned your blouse, button by button, and as the fabric parted, he started biting your chest, making you arch in kento’s arms.
"wait— mmnh! hiromi..." you gasped, "there're cameras in the elevator... maybe we should go..."
"don't worry 'bout that, darling," nanami laughed low and soft, pressing his lips to your shoulder. "don't you worry your pretty little head."
hiromi finally threw your shirt open and slowly moved down with kisses toward your stomach. "just enjoy what we're gonna do now, okay?"
he got down on his knees, and you felt his hot breath scorch your delicate skin. he didn't rush. first, his lips barely brushed the inside of your thighs, leaving light, almost weightless kisses that sent an electric charge through your body. you felt nanami tighten his grip on your knees from behind, locking you in the air; you literally couldn't move.
"look how wet she is. perfect," hiromi rasped, looking at how the slick glistened on your already damp pussy. "you wanted this, didn't you? for us to see how much this little pussy leaks when it's needy?"
"n-nngh!... hiromi…" your moan drowned in the quiet hum of the elevator as he lifted two fingers and unceremoniously stretched your folds apart to fully expose you. at first, he just teased you with the tip of his tongue, short and wet strokes. you felt him lick away the drops, smacking his lips, savoring your taste.
"mmngh! haah! please…" you jerked in nanami’s arms, but he just held you tighter against his chest. "hold on, sweetie, we're just gettin' started," he whispered in your ear, and at that moment, he started to slowly rotate your hips in circular motions.
those circles made you literally rub against hiromi’s face. you felt the stubble on his chin, his nose pressing into your already swollen clit, and his tongue going right into your soaking pussy. wet, obscene sounds echoed in the cramped elevator.
"haah! more… nngh!" you weren't in control of your sounds anymore, gasping with pleasure. "oh yeah," hiromi growled, not pulling away for a second, "you're so sweet. i'm gonna lick you dry 'til you start beggin' us to stop."
his pace picked up. he went rougher now. hiromi didn't tease anymore. he took your clit between his lips and started sucking on it hungrily like he’d fuckin' die if he didn't.
"a-ah! hiromi! nngh-aa!" you screamed, throwing your head back on nanami’s shoulder while he kissed your cheek, holding you in place, and your cry echoed through the tight cabin.
hiromi’s tongue went deep between your stretched folds, licking everything inside, while the two fingers he’d managed to shove in kept roughly stretching you, opening every millimeter of your tender flesh for his mouth. loud, squelching sounds of your pussy and the wet sounds of his mouth filled the elevator.
"mmm, look what you're doin' to us," nanami kept rotating your pelvis, forcing you to grind even harder onto hiromi’s tongue. "you wanted this, didn't you? walkin' 'round in front of us in those skirts that show off your ass?"
"haah! mmngh… ahh! more… more!" you didn't even know what you were saying anymore. the man behind you didn't give you a second's break — his palm covered your mouth, muffling your next moan. "hiromi, please… mmmngh-ah!" you broke free from nanami’s hand, and your moans got louder. "yes! right there! ahh-h!"
nanami pulled his hand away from your face only to sink into your lips, catching your next whimper. "stick out your tongue, baby," he whispered, and you obeyed before you could even think. "come on."
as soon as you parted your mouth and the tip of your tongue peeked out, nanami let out a low growl and bit into your lips. he captured your tongue with his lips and started sucking on it, slow and greedy. "mmmmmfff!.. kento!... " you moaned right into his mouth, feeling your whole body tighten like a string.
nanami sucked your tongue rhythmically, like he owned it, making you gasp for air. meanwhile, higuruma, feeling your reaction, stretched your folds even wider and sucked on your clit with twice the force. "mmmngh... most perfect sweet pussy. gonna eat this little swollen clit up."
your sounds turned totally incoherent, becoming a solid stream of moans and ragged breaths mixed with whimpers. nanami pulled away from your tongue for a second, his whisper brushing right against your lips. "good girl. hear how loud you're bein' for us?"
your body was stretched to the limit, like a wire about to snap. nanami kept dominantly sucking your tongue, cutting off your oxygen and making you choke on your own moans while his hips rhythmically rotated your pelvis, grinding you into hiromi’s face. you thrashed convulsively in kento’s arms, feeling everything inside tighten into an unbearably hard, hot knot.
higuruma, feeling your orgasm coming, stretched your already swollen folds with his fingers until it almost hurt, and for the last time, sucked your clit in as deep as possible, licking it frantically. a loud, dominant squelching filled the cramped elevator.
"a-a-ah! kent— oh god, i'm gonna... mmmngh-a-a-a!" your scream broke into a rasp as the first wave of orgasm literally ripped through you.
you felt your muscles inside start to contract uncontrollably, pulsing hot wetness right onto hiromi’s face. you shuddered all over, your legs on nanami’s shoulders shaking with a fine tremor. kento pulled away from your tongue at that moment just to catch your wide-open mouth in a silent scream and greedily breathe in your orgasmic moan.
you gasped, your head falling onto nanami’s shoulder as white spots swam before your eyes. hiromi didn't stop even when you started twitching in convulsions. he kept greedily licking and sucking up your slick, which was now dripping down his chin and lips.
"hiromi, stop... ah... i can't anymore..." you went limp in kento’s arms, feelin' a heavy, leaden weakness spread through your body. you barely breathed, pressing your forehead against nanami’s shoulder. your body still shook with small, lingerin' tremors, and your head was a total vacuum. you were literally floating in the clouds after such a crushing orgasm, feeling like soft, pliable clay in their hands.
but the blissful silence didn't last long. nanami pulled back a bit to look at your face and took you by the chin, forcing your blurred gaze to focus on him.
"you think that’s it, darling?" his voice sounded scary calm and low. "you really think we're gonna let you come just once?"
your eyes widened. you tried to say something, but only a weak, ragged exhale escaped your throat. "what're you..."
hiromi slowly pulled away and got up from his knees. his lips glistened wetly, and there was a streak of your juices on his chin that he didn't even think about wipin' off. he looked down at you, fixing his shirt cuffs.
"that was just the start," he tossed out, and his voice vibrated in the tight cabin. you were still hangin' in nanami’s arms, legs shaking, and your mind was fading. "n-no... wait..." you tried to pull your thoughts together, "someone could walk in right now... the dispatcher... he might hear through the intercom..."
nanami just laughed low against your neck, and that sound made you shrink. he didn't let you go. instead, he shifted his grip to get comfortable and started to slowly, intentionally rub your aching, oversensitive cunt against his huge, rock-hard cock through the fabric of his pants.
"ah!" you sobbed, whimpering from the unbearable pleasure that bordered on torture. "nanami..." "we could just call the dispatcher again so help comes right now," kento whispered, keepin' up the methodical grind against you, squeezin' out new portions of wetness that now fell in heavy drops and dripped onto the elevator floor. your heels had been lyin' in the corner for a while now. "is that what you want? you want us to get pulled out of here right now?"
he didn't stop, and you felt his hardness throb, promisin' somethin' way bigger. at that moment, hiromi stepped in close. he cupped your face in his palms and sank into your lips with a deep, greedy kiss. you tasted yourself mixed with his hot spit — intimate, and crazy turning you on.
"m-m-m," he hummed into your mouth, pulling back only a millimeter. "is this what you want?" you should've said "yes." you should've screamed 'bout how they broke all the rules, how hierarchy was trashed, and how you're all gonna get fired in disgrace. you should've stopped this.
but you didn't. your first orgasm was so mind-blowing that all you could think about was the throbbing weight you felt with your ass through nanami’s clothes. you couldn't even dream of just one of them in your wildest fantasies, but getting both at once? that was the kind of extreme greed they write about in books.
“n-no…” you aggressively shook your head, completely forgetting you were in the damn elevator of an office building. your hands dug into higuruma’s shoulders on their own, and you started desperately, almost insanely grinding against the man behind you in every way possible, begging for more with your body alone.
hiromi gave a faint, barely noticeable smile without taking his eyes off you, watching the way you writhed in kento’s hands. “that’s what we thought. dirty girl… you spent months tempting your bosses just so they’d fuck you at the same time?”
you barely heard him. his words drowned in the rush of blood pounding in your ears, and you only nodded quickly, feverishly, agreeing with every word he said. “c’mon, baby,” nanami caught you with one hand, giving you more space, “use your hands. take my pants off.”
with trembling fingers, you reached behind you as much as the cramped space allowed and touched his cock through the fabric for the first time. nanami let out a low, rough groan and pushed himself into your palm, rolling his hips forward. you tried to feel more of him, but kento only tightened his grip on your waist.
“baby, i just had to sit there without getting to taste you. you’d better hurry up.” you frantically searched for his belt buckle, but your fingers wouldn’t cooperate. you couldn’t see what you were doing behind your back, and helpless little whines started slipping out of you.
“i-i can’t do it… kento, i can’t…” you sobbed, tears blurring your vision. nanami laughed quietly, enjoying your desperation. “what an impatient girl, huh?”
he jerked his hips sharply to help you, and finally you managed to undo the belt. then the button and zipper gave in too. his pants slipped down, and immediately, without waiting, you covered his cock with your hand over his boxers. nanami threw his head back, sucking in air through his teeth with a hiss. you moaned too — just the thought of him being inside you turned you into a melted, shapeless mess.
by then, hiromi already pulled his pants down slightly. you froze as you looked at him. his cock looked intimidating: long, heavy, veins standing out clearly along it, the tip already wet. exactly the one you imagined whenever you touched yourself.
you breathed heavily, your pussy still pulsing after your orgasm while your hands already pulled down the blond man’s boxers behind you. the second his cock came free, it pressed against your ass with a dull thud. you felt the heat of it against your skin.
nanami wrapped a hand around himself and slowly dragged the tip over your untouched back hole first. panic shot through you instantly, your voice turning high and almost frightened. “kento!.. please, kento…”
he immediately buried himself against your neck, kissing you greedily with his mouth open, leaving your skin wet and burning. “relax,” he whispered, his voice vibrating through your body. “we’re not going there… for now.”
you relaxed a little, but the realization crashed over you in another wave: that meant they were both going to fuck you. at the same time.
your thoughts didn’t even have time to form into words before higuruma stepped closer. he cupped your face, gently but firmly sucking on your lower lip before pulling away and looking directly into your eyes.
“if it hurts, just tell us, okay?” his voice sounded serious, almost gentle. “we won’t do anything that’ll hurt you. we’re here to give you what you’ve been begging for all this time. tell me you understand.”
you only nodded shakily, unable to force out a single word. “use your words, sweetheart,” nanami insisted, pressing his cock against your lower back. you swallowed hard, your voice rough from all the screaming and moaning. “i… i understand. yeah. please…”
nanami adjusted his grip on you more comfortably, one arm still holding your weight while the other slowly, carefully guided his cock. at first, he only teased you with it, dragging the tip through your folds, coating himself in all your slickness, practically soaking himself in your juices before finally giving one decisive thrust.
he pushed in slowly, giving you time to feel every inch of his impossible thickness. you cried out instantly and grabbed onto higuruma’s shoulders with a death grip. meanwhile, hiromi pressed himself flush against you, holding your hips steady and helping you keep your balance while his eyes tracked every shaky breath you took.
he really was huge. you felt him literally forcing your insides apart, pushing so deep that every experience you’d ever had before suddenly felt like some pathetic joke. your head fell back, your moans breaking apart into weak little whines.
“mmmngh! kento… haa-ah… hurts… no, feels good… god—!” you choked on the words as he filled you completely. “that’s it, sweetheart, take all of me,” nanami rasped, his voice vibrating through your body.
“you’re too big… kento, you’re too big…” “i know, baby,” he started moving inside you slowly, deeply, “it’ll feel better soon. just relax for me.”
while that happened, higuruma kissed his way down your neck to your chest, which already spilled out of your bra cups. he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking greedily while nanami kept thrusting into you from behind.
“fuck…” kento growled, picking up the pace. “knew you’d have a fucking heavenly pussy… she’s squeezing me so tight.” all you could do was whine and sob. “ah! mmngh!! feels so good… more… haaah!”
“yeah?” higuruma pulled away from your chest, his gaze turning sharp and hungry. “it’s about to feel even better.” nanami cupped your face with both hands, turned you toward him, and crashed his mouth against yours in a deep kiss. “take a breath,” he ordered right against your lips.
you were already completely fucked stupid from his cock and the heat of their bodies. the second you gasped for air, you felt another huge, hard shape starting to push into you. hiromi entered you from the front, and you practically whimpered into nanami’s kiss while your fingers dug into higuruma’s shirt hard enough to make the fabric strain.
the moment he fully pushed inside, stretching you beyond anything imaginable, you screamed so loudly it felt like your voice tore through the entire building. “oh god! god! fuck… fuck! a-ah-ahh!”
tears spilled from your eyes automatically from the shock and overwhelming fullness. nanami laughed low against your lips, licking away the salty wetness. “no god here, sweetheart. we’re the ones making you scream like that.”
both of them stayed still for a moment, letting your body adjust to the unbearable stretch. hiromi’s hand squeezed your breast possessively while nanami bit at your shoulder and every patch of exposed skin he could reach.
it felt like forever or maybe only a few seconds — you had no idea anymore. the only thing you knew was that you needed them. “more… want more… please…”
“our girl’s getting greedy, huh?” higuruma smirked while looking at your flushed face. “one cock isn’t enough anymore? now you always want two?” then they started moving. together. hard. rhythmic.
it felt like your pussy was about to split apart, your whole body turning into one shaking, dripping mess. you moaned and whimpered while they kept taking turns kissing you, your chin already soaked with spit, your face damp with sweat and their touches. saliva and slick ran down your neck and chest, and you were pretty sure there was already a puddle forming on the elevator floor beneath you.
their movements turned sharp and perfectly synchronized, and you felt them practically pounding you into the narrow space between them. nanami set a deep, animalistic pace from behind while hiromi matched every thrust from the front, forcing your body to stretch to its absolute limit. the cramped elevator filled with unbearable wet sounds: skin slapping against skin, heavy male growls, and your endless, choking moans mixed with the smell of all your arousal.
“ah! haaah… nngh! fuck, kento… romi… a-ahh!” you cried out when they bumped against each other inside you, trapping your womb between them.
“look at this fucking mess,” hiromi rasped without taking his eyes off the place where your bodies merged together. “you’re sucking us in so greedily. such a needy little hole for your bosses.”
nanami grabbed your hair, pulling your head back slightly so he could see your face twisted with pleasure. “hear those sounds, baby?” he slammed into you hard, and the elevator filled with a loud, filthy squelch. “that’s all you. you’re so fucking wet we’re practically drowning in you.”
“mmmngh! yes… more… ” you couldn’t even control the saliva dripping down your chin anymore, mixing with their sweat. your face stayed damp, your hair stuck to your forehead, and your eyes rolled back.
higuruma leaned forward and crashed his mouth against yours, swallowing your moan with his lips. his tongue moved just as aggressively as his cock while his hand kept squeezing your breast hard enough to hurt. when he finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva stretched between you before breaking against your neck.
hiromi tightened his grip on your thighs even more, lifting your hips so you stayed completely open for both of them. the elevator smelled heavy with sweat, bodies, and slick, and the only thing breaking the silence were the filthy sounds of their bodies slamming against your ass.
nanami slowly moved his hand down the front of your body. his fingers, soaked with your slick, found your clit. “look at this little thing,” he rasped, his voice vibrating through your spine. “look how swollen it is. you’re pulsing so much, sweetheart.”
he started playing with you, and the elevator filled with another wet, messy sound from his fingers moving against you. every touch sent a shock through your body.
“mmmngh! kento… ah!” you sobbed shakily as your thighs started trembling uncontrollably. “please… i wanna come… i’m gonna… mmhnm!!" “no,” he cut you off. he gave one deep, crushing thrust. “don’t even think about coming without permission.”
their pace grew even faster, turning into something raw and primal. nanami’s heavy thrusts from behind crashed against hiromi’s from the front. the mirror in the elevator completely fogged over now, thick drops of condensation sliding down it just like the sweat running along your back. you could barely breathe anymore, your moans dissolving into broken little whimpers.
“tell me,” nanami suddenly pinched your clit hard between his fingers, making your back arch violently as you screamed. “who does this sweet, greedy pussy belong to?”
“a-ahh! yours! only yours! always only yours!” you practically sobbed the words out, losing the last of your sanity from the overwhelming pleasure. “good girl,” hiromi whispered smoothly against your damp shoulder before kissing it. “such a good girl. keep taking us, baby.”
your pussy pulsed violently, burning from the friction and impossible fullness. every thrust from nanami and hiromi forced more slick out of you, thick drops falling onto the floor and adding to the puddle already spreading beneath your feet. you felt completely used, ruined, and unbelievably happy in exactly that role.
the tension inside you coiled into a tight, unbearable knot that was about to snap. from behind, nanami made one last, crushing thrust, driving into you to the very hilt with a loud, wet sound, while hiromi made a powerful lunge forward at the same time, pinning your uterus in a vise between the two of them.
at that moment, nanami pressed hard against your pulsing clit, and that was the final straw. you literally buckled in their arms. the elevator walls started to swim before your eyes, and a series of choking, ragged sobs ripped from your throat.
"mmmngh-a-a-a! god! god! i— aah!" you gasped, feeling the first wave of orgasm paralyze your legs. your pussy started to contract convulsively and rhythmically around them, trying to squeeze every last drop out. you felt every vein on their members, every movement that now felt a hundred times sharper. a frantic, wet squelching filled the tight cabin — it was your juices, forced out by their pressure, literally splashing onto the floor and mixing with sweat.
you felt everything inside flip. your stomach muscles cramped, you threw your head back aggressively, pressing the back of your skull into nanami’s shoulder, and you just stopped breathing for several long seconds. you were shaking so hard that hiromi had to grip your thighs in a death lock to keep you from sliding to the floor.
"yes, just like that," nanami growled, feeling your pussy literally suck him in. "cum on our cocks, our pretty girl." you could not answer. you only whimpered and shuddered in a long, agonizingly beautiful ecstasy. tears of happiness and shock rolled down your wet cheeks.
you were still shaking from the lingering waves when you felt the blonde’s breath grow heavy, turning into a muffled growl. "fuck, you are so tight...so perfect baby..." he rasped, driving into you one last time with such force that you felt his pulse at your very center.
hiromi, feeling your tremors and kento’s frantic rhythm, also stopped holding back. his movements became sharp, almost rough; he literally slammed you into nanami, wringing the last moans out of you.
for a moment, everything froze. you felt nanami shudder through his whole body, his fingers digging into your thighs until it hurt, and he poured into you in a hot, pulsing stream. almost at the same time, hiromi let out a low, guttural sound and also went still, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, giving all his tension to you.
"so good mmm..." you went totally limp in their arms, feeling the scalding heat of their seed spread inside you. a sharp, mechanical sound and a sudden jolt of the elevator under your feet made you all freeze.
"hello, elevator number four? we have recorded a stop; we are restarting the system now. is everything alright with you?"
"you're such a god damn brat.." megumi huffed sternly, another crack of his hand struck your ass. "I told you to stop fucking squirming." he reminded in an annoyed tone, smoothing the palm of his hand over your now reddened skin, before another punishing slap landed on your ass.
you bit your lip, tears stinging your eyes as it took everything in you to not squirm in megumi's lap. he had absolutely had it with you today, your bratty behavior getting on his last nerve. you'd been teasing him relentlessly, taking everything he did and said as a joke.
he told you multiple times that he had a very important virtual meeting over the course of a few days, explicitly telling you that he needed absolute privacy for the duration of the meeting.
of course, you remembered what he said, but you didn't care. you ended up sneaking into the shared at home office, sucking your boyfriend off under the desk and challenging him to stay quiet.
it was entertaining to watch him cum and struggle to keep a straight face, but it was not entertaining to him. after the stunt you pulled, he didn't want to be bothered by you for the next few hours. you thought he was being dramatic, continuing to tease him for the next several minutes about how hard he got, and how fast he came, mocking the subtle moans he let out when he thought he was being quiet.
megumi could deal with a lot of frustrations, but you sometimes itch the nerve deep within him. that landed you here in his lap, stripped naked while he remained fully clothed. another devastating blow landed on your sensitive flesh, a strangled moan leaving your lips as his hand moved from your plush cheek to your neglected slick pussy.
"fucking soaked." he muttered, fingers trailing your slick folds before landing a quick slap on your pussy, your juices shooting up his wrist, scoffing as you let out another pathetic moan. "you're seriously getting off on this? you disgust me." he said harshly, even though you both knew he didn't truly mean it.
he shoved two fingers inside your aching cunt without warning, curling them into your sweet spot with each thrust.you trembled in his lap, moaning loudly into the bed comforter from his intense fingering, arousal instantly coating his skilled digits and making every push forward ring with a squelch!
megumi could hardly stand anything about you in this moment, free hand cupping your neck with a gentle squeeze, enough to restrict airflow but not cause any real pain. "shut the hell up. if i couldn't be vocal, neither can you."
now it's his turn to be a pain in the ass, fingers speeding up inside your spasming walls despite telling you to stay quiet just moments earlier. your legs kicked behind you, struggling to stay still and quiet from the intense pleasure your boyfriend was giving you.
his fingers were curling just right, hot pleasure blooming in your cunt, making it virtually impossible to stay still. your body lurched forward off instinct, back arching in the process, your body unsure about wanting to stray from your boyfriend's talented fingers or arch into them.
megumi scoffed above you, pulling his digits from your slick pussy to grip your hip, pulling you back firmly into his lap. "I told you stop squirming. you don't ever listen." he said condescendingly, another slap landing on your ass.
he tutted at your cry, palm flat and kneading your cheek, almost in a soothing manner. "my poor baby...does it hurt? maybe if you'd listen once in a while, we wouldn't be here right now." he finished, mock sympathy laced in his tone before another punishing slap landed on your ass.
"fuck! megs..'m sorry—i'm sorry." you moaned, cunt pulsing in need, desperate for his fingers to stuff you once more. megumi's fingers trailed teasingly along your slit, settling to rub dizzying circles on your clit. you let out a drawn out moan, pussy fluttering and clenching around nothing from his skilled fingers flicking your clit.
"yeah, I'm sure you are." he responded sarcastically between clenched teeth, cock twitching in his pants as you struggled to speak from the pressure of his hand gripping your throat. he knew you wanted his fingers back snug into your cunt, he just wanted to see if you would actually beg for it.
a weak, small moan escaped your lips, toes curling as his fingers on your clit never slowed. "megumi...I'm sorry..I'll be good from now on, I swear...please let me have your fingers." you begged quietly, making sure to not squirm to anger him. bingo.
megumi's fingers stopped once more, now resting on your puffy, sensitive clit. "you think you deserve my fingers, to cum? but you've been so bad..." he started in mock coo, his hand on your throat leaving to rest in your hair, chuckling as you nodded. "you say that every time, don't you?" he hummed, fingers easily slipping back into your slick cunt.
"so needing, I've spoiled you rotten, huh?" he whispered, shaking his head softly as his fingers picked up the punishing pace from earlier, fingers stretching you out and prodding around at your sweet spot. you mewled, louder moans falling from your lips as megumi finally gave grace on your airways.
your slick began to dribble down his wrist, walls spasming and sucking his fingers in deeper from your impending orgasm. your boyfriend could never stay mad at you for long, which is why he's letting you grind back onto his thrusting fingers. his hand soothing your hair as he curled his fingers inside you, just the way you like.
your thighs grew tense, orgasm building fast as megumi shoved his fingers deeper, reaching spots you never could on your own. his pointer finger reached forward, drawing circles on your puffy clit as your moans grew in volume. "you gonna cum? go ahead, show me how sorry you are."
your entire body trembled, letting out a loud, drawn out moan into the comforter as you came. your cum shot out in violent, euphoric pulses, spraying and soaking megumi's rolled up sleeve and arm. he choked back a moan of his own, fingering you through your orgasm until every last drop came out.
megumi's eyes widened, complete look of disbelief as his cock twitched violently in his pants. you just squirted, everywhere.
the bed was ruined, comforter soaked with your squirt, leaving you panting and shaking in his lap from the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. megumi smoothed a hand down your bare back, comforting you with words of affirmation and gentle touches.
you've been a brat and you still got to cum. he's truly gotten you spoiled.
thinking about higuruma sending you a video of him unbuckling his belt just to tease you. suggestive drabble, fem!reader.
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It’s a low shot of his abdomen, cropped just below the shoulders so you can’t quite catch the way his expression darkens, the heady look swirling in those tired eyes - just the toned column of his throat and the way he’s tugged the knot of his tie loose. His thighs spread a little as he eases back onto the desk he’s leaning on, the movement indulgent and unrushed. His hands creep into frame equally as slowly, and your eyes are glued to them in an instant - the shine of his cuff links, the veins jumping over his knuckles as thick fingers tease the buckle open nice and slow.
The video is quiet, just the sound of his steady breathing and the gentle clink of the belt, heavy metal against buttery leather. You strain your ears just to catch the way his breath hitches a little when he finally unclasps the button, then comes the teasing whir of the zipper as he drags it down achingly slow, tooth by metal tooth. The entire ordeal is a glorified strip tease - a HR report waiting to happen if the murmur of muffled cold calls in the background is anything to go by.
It cuts off just before the reveal, gifting you nothing but a passing glimpse at the bulge pressing through the dark briefs he has hidden beneath his slacks, and a slip of milky skin where his dress shirt has ridden up with the movement. He sends it alongside a simple text message: ‘I’ll be home in two hours. Show me just how patient my sweet girl can be, okay?’
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“…a date?!” yuji squealed, hazel eyes wide and starry as he giddily skipped around megumi.
the black haired boy rolled his eyes, adjusting the cuff of his thick jacket in his full-length mirror. “go away.”
“no way? my best-friend got a date!” he giggled, throwing himself down on the plush bed.
“..who said we’re best-friends.”
yuji promptly ignored him, hands pressed to his cheeks excitedly. “and with a super cute girl at that!”
megumis movements stilled for a noticeable second before he clicked his tongue— the tip of his nose a pretty pink. “don’t.. don’t call her cute, you idiot.” he gruffed.
“what? she is… hey- is somebody gettin’ possessive already?”
“leave.”
yuji cackled at megumis shy eyes, watching as he pursed his lips— puffing out his scarf and tucking it into his jacket.
“yeah, yeah..” yuji giggled, watching as he walked towards his door. “hey- have fun fushigoru!”
“mhm..” he grumbled.
megumi suddenly stilled, slender fingers grazing the smooth door handle.
yuji blinked, watching as his shoulders caved in and his hand shook ever so slightly. “hey- do.. do girls like movies?” he murmured, voice cracking as his heart thumped.
yujis eyes widened, lips parted as he started at megumis hunched back— his ears flush a rare red.
“yeah.. yeah,” he breathed out, sitting straight as he watched his typically composed friends breath shudder ever so slightly. “they do bro..”
a small smile graced megumis lips, eyes fluttering shut as his long, dark lashes fanned over his cheeks, sighing contentedly “…good.” he pushed the door open in one smooth moment.
yuji waved excitedly, sitting comfortably on megumis bed and voice voided of teasing. “good luck fushigoru!”
“girls like it when you take lead! remember that bro!”
turning up ten minutes early was standard right?
megumi pondered, brows scrunched together as be swiped lazily on his phone— the cool breeze ruffling his black hair and pecking his cheeks red, the tokyo street bustling and busy with passer-by’s.
he landed himself on your instagram feed, mindlessly scrolling through the already liked pictures once more— collections of ‘ootd’ or pretty pictures of food or scenery.
or, his personal favourite.
the rare snapshot of your face— bright and shining amongst your normally faceless feed, showing off your makeup.
“megumi?”
he jumped, eyes widening as he fumbled with his phone, peering down at you with raised brows.
“oh- sorry! didn’t mean to scare you!”
he coughed, tucking his phone into his thick jacket. “no- no, you’re good..” he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully.
the walk to the cinema was silent, painfully so.
megumi gulped as his gaze remained sharp and steady infront of him while you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth.
“it’s so cold.. m’freezing—”
“do you like sweet or salted popcorn—”
“oh, sorry—”
“ah- go ahead!—”
you both stilled, melted in position before you let out a soft laugh— a wisp of cool air floating from your parted lips.
“sorry, I’m being really awkward..” you giggled, sliding your hands into your pockets.
“no, no- it’s fine, I am too.” he sighed, a rare upturn in his lips appearing— small dimples carving it’s way into his cheeks.
“so,” he re-begun, the pace settled between the pair of you. “sweet or salted?”
you tapped your bottom lip thoughtfully, “sweet!”
“thought so.”
you tilted your head, “bet you like salted.”
“..is it obvious?”
you giggled, “very.”
he scoffed, adjusting his scarf to cover his face.
the rest of the walk was comfortably filled with small remarks about shops, to which megumi made a mental note to remember.
“you said you’re cold?” he suddenly spoke.
you took your hands out of your pockets, watching them shake slightly. “oh- yeah.. I am.”
‘girls like it when you take lead! remember that bro!’
screw it.
“do you.. wanna hold hands?” he muttered, quickly following it with a— “for efficient and maximum warmth of course..”
he clenched his jaw, staring down at you. ‘for efficient and maximum warmth?’
who even says that?
you gulped, “oh.. yeah! yes! that’d be nice..”
he watched as your shivering hand slid into his somehow warm one— slotting perfectly in place as he softly brushed his slender fingers over your knuckles.
you both quickly looked to the side as you continued to walk, eyes darting around as megumis cheeks glistened red and a familiar hotness crawled from your neck to your ears.
“two tickets for miraculous love one please.”
the clerk nodded, “any snacks?”
megumi looked down at you from his peripheral vision, raising a brow. “oh! really? it’s fine I can pay for my own.. you already brought the tickets..”
“what do you want?”
“..blue slushie and sweet popcorn please!” you grinned, tapping your nails excitedly on the desk.
“i’ll have salted popcorn and water please.”
“thank you, that’ll be eight thousand, four hundred and forty-four yen please— tap when you’re ready.”
“I cant believe you’ve never watched it megumi..” you whispered, to which he rolled his eyes.
“tch’.. romance movies suck.”
you gripping, holding your large cup of popcorn and slushie, “liar..”
the room was dark and partially filled with waiting on-lookers, ads flashing on the screen as the aroma of nachos and sweet treats filtered the air.
“so,” megumi whispered, trailing behind you and up the stairs to the seats in the far back corner. “what’s this about?”
“no spoilers!”
he sighed, placing his drink in the cupholder. “great.”
the movie ended and megumi still couldn’t tell you the plot of the movie even if he tried.
his sharp, green eyes flickering and lingering on you throughout the entire duration of the film— cheeks flushed as he watched how scenes elicited cute giggles and small gasps from you, even awing at the main couple with complete adoration.
the constant yellow tint from the large screen soaking your features in a pretty hue, painted lashes fluttering wide as your eyes sparkled an swirled with intrigue.
“the main characters so cute right?” you gushed.
megumi blinked, adjusting his jacket. “uh- yeah- yup.. he’s cool.”
you paused, “he? the main characters a girl megumi..”
he grumbled, “well—”
the walk back to jujutsu high was filled with your voice sounding his ears— fawning over things many watchers wouldn’t have noticed before, how the colour pallet was intentional.
soon enough you both landed in-front of your dorm door, the awkwardness creeping in again. “I.. I had fun megumi.”
“yeah, m’too..” hands deep in his pockets as he looked down, his scuffed shoes seemingly very interesting.
you pursed your lips, “would you.. like to go on another? another date?”
his eyes widened, head snapping towards you. “yeah..”
you twisted your ankle, chest thumping so loud megumi could probably hear it. “okay..”
you rose on your tip-toes and lightly pressed a small kiss to his carved cheek, the warmth of your smooth lips spreading through his body. “goodnight megumi..” you mumbled, quickly moving and shutting the door behind you.
he stared dumbly at the wooden door, slowly pressing two fingers to the place you pecked, feeling the remnants of gloss staining his fingers— a gentle and reserved smile making it’s way onto his face, eyes fluttering shut reverently.
he was looking forward to that second date.
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mokis ⠀ notes ﹕ wow this one was kinda long…TYSM mootie @louisiye for this req !! literally the biggest gumi stan ik ( ̳ට ̫ ට ̳) i rlly hope u enjoyed this its what you imagined (im a bit rusty so bare with me..) i didnt realise how dialogue heavy this was omg … megumi is such a cutie omg !!! is it rlly a moki megumi fic if his pretty lashes aren’t mentioned (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗) ?? when i was writing this i remembered how many megumi fan girls followed me after my photographer!megumi 😭😭 made me giggle !! anyway TYSM FOR READING TILL THE END AND I HOPE U ENJOYED !! 🫰🏽🫰🏽I LOVE U SM MY KOKKIS 🧁🧁 (please lmk if u see any mistakes omg i feel like i missed some when proof reading..)
