What's she writing ?

she\her 25yo ♡ 𝖺 writing 𝖽𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 ♡

[ymirspygmalionism]

Asking all my Choso lovers. does anyone have the link to a jester Choso fic where he loves the princess/reader but she’s going to marry Gojo, but as the man he is he helps us run away with our jester.

I'm adding this RIGHT NOW into the list of fics to write asap

[ymirspygmalionism]

how do u get color gradients in ur texts help me pls 🫩

OH MY IM SORRY I JUST SAW THIS RIGHT NOW 😭😭😭 I followed this exact tutorial, hope it helps !!

https://www.tumblr.com/retvenkos/660263635766116352/gradient-text-tutorial?source=share

[ymirspygmalionism]

The fact that I'm ovulating mens I AM writing a dad's best friend ( jon bernthal ) x f!reder x boyfriend's dad ( jensen ackles )

[ymirspygmalionism]

guys it's a bummer cuz words are coming in italian  😭 😭

[ymirspygmalionism]

The fact that I'm ovulating mens I AM writing a dad's best friend ( jon bernthal ) x f!reder x boyfriend's dad ( jensen ackles )

[ymirspygmalionism]

boyfriend!Choso loves when you’re mean to him ♡

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ credits to  @\Jabesa_ for the artwork ♡

Content Warning : degradat!on kink, dumbification, masturbat!on, Baldurs Gate 3 spoilers (?) MINORS DNI

a\n : english is not my first language so please be mindful of it ♡

Heavy rainy days sometimes mean that both you and your boyfriend, Choso, stay home and play co-op games on your PCs; at first,  it was amazing to discover that both of you shared the same passion for this hobby, the only difference being the types of gamers you both are. While Choso stays calm and concentrated on difficulties in order to find a way to overcome them, you are the type to literally explode with rage as soon as you miserably fail at the mere second attempt.

 Imagine what a win it was when you discovered he had a thing for you being mean to him.   

Tonight you’re playing Baldurs Gate 3, your gameplay progresses to the point your mission is to finally kill Ketheric Thorm, but there’s also another mission about Mizora that you have to accomplish before entering the final battlefield, or else she'll be lost once for all. 

“ let’s save before we open the door, so we can understand the level of the battle, and when we’ll lose     – because he’ll beat the shit out of us,  we’ll be able to restart and try to find her, again.“  your voice sounds a bit exhausted with barely contained rage, since you’ve just spent thirty whole minutes running around the same damn map without finding her. Maybe doing something different will distract you enough.

“ yes m’am. “   the task was about to be completed when Choso’s cat decided to jump on the desk and walk on the keyboard; Kechizu need for attention distracts your boyfriend just enough to convince him he saved the point you are now, before finally putting the fur ball on his legs.   “ all done babe, let’s go ! “ 

You open the door ignoring the narrator’s warning, convinced that your boyfriend took the right precaution, and as you predicted fifteen minutes before, the boss annihilated your asses before you could even fantasize about winning.

“ most useless fucking aasimar ever, thirty attempts to save her and she just –  “  as usual, Choso was listening and silently smirking at your boiling rage towards failure, when that cutesy curve of his lips dissolves as soon as the game restarts after the door was open.      “ ..why are we here ? run the right save. “ 

Choso swallows, eye twitching with nervousness and fear of telling you there’s no right save to run.

“ uuh.. babe, I don’t.. there’s not .. “  you can feel the tip of your ears getting red with rage under your headset, chest heaving right before you hit your desk with a fist.

“ you did NOT save ?! “  your voice gets higher by the second, that meaning you can’t possibly hear your boyfriend soft mewls.  “ Choso, baby –   my sweet, sweet Choso. Let me ask you a question, yeah ? Are you a dumb fucking mutt ? “  

“ I uuhm.. I guess I am–  “  his cheeks, already flush from hearing you call him baby and sweet, now feel flaming hot as you call him dumb mutt, the knot in his throat melting into a chill that tickles his lower abdomen, making him moan.

“ what was that ? speak up mutt, say it out loud how stupid you are. “  what a shame it is that you can’t see how much his pajama pants are tenting because of your attitude, the veins on his pelvis engorging as much as those on his shaft, already leaking.

“ I’m a dumb mutt m’am, m’sorry. “  now that the heat of the moment is slightly - very slightly - faded, you notice the cracks in his voice, the ones you know very, very well. 

“ are you touching yourself, Cho ? “  with no doubt you caught him red handed, his hand already jerking his aching, leaking cock to the sound of your anger; to be put in his place is something that gets him even more that it should, he is completely melting into his chair with sublime humiliation. You scoff into your microphone, falling back onto your chair gliding the tip of your tongue on the top row of your teeth.   “ what a bad puppy you are, I should put you on a leash. “ 

you can hear a proper cry coming from him, the ghost of some wet noises getting sloppier by the second. 

“ yes–   fuuuck please ! do it–  do it m’am, I’ll be good for you. “

he chokes on his own words and you smile, a glint of perversion sparking up into your eyes imagining him on all fours while you pull onto his leash; a fantasy that, unexpectedly, makes you bite down your own lips.

“ then be obedient and cum, you stupid mutt. “    

[meowgumi10]

Jinichis the type of man to fall to his knees in devastation when you shave your pussy 💔💔

[ymirspygmalionism]

Chat should I write some sum filthy smut about Jinichi Zenin chat

[ymirspygmalionism]

Whiskey's on the rocks while your sister's on my mouth ᥫ᭡. Sukuna × f!Reader

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ credits for the art go to @\mitchythedrawer ♡

This fic is part of work in progress JJK!College AU series called Peek into my playlist  ⠀  ⠀  ⠀  ⠀  ⠀⠀  where I'll write mostly smut inspired by songs from my playlist !

Summary : being Toji Fushiguro's twin sister must be one of the most annoying fates life can entangle you with. There's never been one single guy with balls big enough to stand tall against your brother's threats, that meaning your relationships went 0\0 starting from highschool; there came Sukuna, who not only managed to become Toji's best bro, but even your biggest crush. What a cliche, right ? Thanks to a miracle you got Sukuna with his fingers deep in your skirt, but after you got caught by your brother - and a lot of hits collided with both their faces - you both swore to never let it happen again. Let's be real, who would have ever believed that ?

Content Warning : frat!SukunaxReader, frat!Toji mentioned, jjk college!AU, SMUT, oral sex ( f receiving ), unprotected sex, stomach bulging, degradat! kinda, dirty talk, cvm eating. MINORS DNI 

WC. 8.7k

a\n : english's not my first language, so be mindful of it ♡

⠀  ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀⠀ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ⠀  .ᐟ⠀ 𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗠𝗔𝗡 - 3𝙊𝙃!3 

Is it too much to ask not to live with a huge, pulsing red warning sign on your head ? 

To your liking, you’ve started to ask it to yourself way too soon in your life, given that it was barely halfway through high school when your twin brother, Toji, got all defensive about you, especially when guys approached.

And when that new guy Sukuna arrived ? Oh god, his beahaviour turned in a proper unbearable torture. Despite the fact that they immediately became friends - or, using their words, “bros” - the closeness between Toji and Sukuna never meant a true peace, since their need to piss each other off seems to be written deep down into their DNA. A never ending competition on who’s got the biggest muscles, the strongest tolerance to alcohol and, of course, who exudes the most “big dick energy”.

At the time you couldn't really complain about having your brother’s best bro walking shirtless in your house, during the weekends where your parents were away for their businesses, neither you could resist on peeking on them whenever they physically argued with each other : it often happened in the living room even when you were sitting on the couch hoping to watch an episode, but willing or not, your haze ended up tracing the way Sukuna’s muscles stiffened and tensed trying to lock Toji to immobility, or the way his lips curled up in a grin whenever he noticed you getting nervous as you tried not to look at him for too long.

Without you knowing, the interest was not unilateral, but the fact that you were his best friend’s sister not only meant that you were absolutely untouchable for him, it also convinced you that Sukuna was going to be respectful enough towards Toji to see you just as an extension of his bro, not as someone he could hit on.

So every time you all hung out at your house’s pool, you were convinced of having hallucination about Sukuna devouring your with his eyes, that the way he almost split open your date-at-the-time’s head was just something out of protection from his malice, when he offered himself to put sunscreen on your naked back; needless to say, feeling Sukuna’s thick hands massaging your back made your bikini bottom drenched with something more than pool water.

The real deal happened the summer before you all started college. There’s not much you remember about it, except for how much weed you all consumed and that damn circle playing Suck or Blow you joined. The fact that Sukuna drank a whole bottle of Chivas all alone was enough to erase all of his logic’s inhibitors and pull you inside the circle right next to him; you were not much in your right mind either, so when the pink haired friend of yours dropped the card he was holding with his mouth, while passing it to you, fell, your lips crushed against each other’s with such greed that your teeth clashed and bits of blood mixed with the taste.

Your hands were quick to pull onto the hair on the back of his neck, as much as he went straight to your hips, pushing your body against his enough for you to properly feel each and every curve of his perfectly carved muscles under his shirt. Sukuna licked into your mouth as if his sanity depended on it, swallowing your pretty moans like a reward he waited too long to enjoy.

None of you could care less about where Toji was during all of that, last time you saw him he was with a couple of girls before totally disappearing from the scene. Neither yours nor Sukuna’s mind were able to form a single lucid thought about the risks of your sloppy make out session in front of the whole playing circle, until someone patted his back and he - barely - went back to his senses.

His ruby red eyes stared right into your soul, gaze sinking into your skiing until your whole body was covered in goosebumps. Lips swollen, cheeks flushed. “A fucking work of art” those words being the only ones running through his mind before grabbing your wrist to drag you through the crow.

Not a single word rolled off your tongue. How could it ? You were still panting trying to regain a steady breath, eyes properly shining, never leaving Sukuna’s body until he pushed you inside one of the bathrooms, and your mind almost made it back to reality.

“ We can’t.. Kuna.. Toji’s gonna – ” 

It was a grace he’d left you the time to even pronounce those words, nipping, biting and licking at your collarbone the exact moment he closed the door behind his back. Your legs felt like jello as his hand tangled with your hair, fisting the strands enough to tilt your head back, before kissing you again. His pierced tongue not missing a single beat when it came to search for yours, his urge to make your taste his, fucked up his mind.

“ fucking please, let me feel you just this once. ” 

His groan shattered against your gaping mouth while his fingers were already hiking up your skirt, trembling with desperation, the pads of his fingertips begging against your skin to touch you. In response, you shyly spread your legs, sitting on the sink’s counter with Sukuna between them. His mouth devours yours once more, but this time, you’re tasting each other’s moans when his index finger finds the wet spot of your panties.

Unfortunately not only the mixture of alcohol and weed made you lose your inhibitions, it also made both of you terribly reckless. In fact, Sukuna didn’t lock the door when he closed it, too caught up in the heat of the moment, and Toji wasn’t really one who bothered knocking on the door when drunk - and well fucked - at a party.

Your brother entered the bathroom with his pants still unzipped, squinting his eyes to the light inside the room. At first, he didn’t focus on the scene, it was no surprise to walk in on a couple doing stuff in that context, and even after he mumbled a careless “my bad” before stepping back, you and Sukuna stood frozen in the spot.

Despite not daring to even breath, nor moving a single muscle, the glimpse of pink hair seemed to have woken up Toji from his post-nut faze, leading him to open the door once more, catching his best friend’s hand buried under his sister’s skirt.

It all turned into a bloody mess.

Their broken noses and bloody mouths were enough for you to take a step back, letting their bond properly mend without you causing any more messes, and luckily enough, everything went back to normal in a matter of a couple of weeks, while all of you acted as if it all was just a collective fever dream.

…

Couple of years passed since then and it seemed that the whole situation between the three of you went back to normal, meaning that you gained back the role of the main victim of their arguments : there’s been times when both of them sat next to you in the library, carelessly distracting you from your study to ask your - useless, at the end of the day - opinion on who had the most potential to become the new quarterback on your college’s team, or when you were literally dragged across a party only to end up standing in front of them shirtless and flexing, debating on who had the biggest pecs. 

“ You’re fucking weird for asking me that.”  you scolded Toji, who rolled his eyes with a groan as if he was the one being held hostage. “ y’know I’ll give this one to Sukuna, those look bouncy as fu– “

“Don’t you even dare. “ your brother’s voice was quick to become a threat, and what better opportunity, if not that, had Sukuna to tease his friend ? That “little argument” they had in past was no reason for him to stop poking and prodding his best friend’s jealousy.

“ C’mon bro, it’s always better to keep things within the family, know what I mean ? “ both you and your brother turned to him but with different lights in your eyes : Toji’s capillaries were on the verge of busting and a thick vein bulging on his neck, the scene of you and him in that bathroom haunting his memories like a betrayal he’ll never get over. Yours appeared mostly worried, but if only Sukuna wasn’t distracted from your brother’s harsh shove, he’d notice the same sparkle that his groans ignited that night.

His taste was impossible to forget, it haunted your wettest dreams for nights on end, the sensation of his rough hands all over your body made you shiver at the sole thought, but never as much as the ghost of his finger’s presence between your legs.

Anyways, in your defence, you were discreetly drunk already, and Sukuna winking at you, with his man tits out on display made you rub your tights and wickedly smile back at him, despite nothing happening that night, except for Toji getting absolutely out of his mind when he caught you silently flirting with him, which made him and Sukuna throw hands until Choso appeared offering a fat, smoking joint, and you went back to your friends.

The only unusual event from that occasion came the day after, when your phone rang with messages notification from Sukuna. Nothing new really, Toji seemed to have a phone only to post thirst traps, meaning that every time he didn’t answer, his pink haired friend asked you.

from : Sukuna 

< so you do want to keep things in the family, huh ? saw you eating me up with those pretty eyes. >

from : you

< omfg don’t even start. I was drunk. >

from : Sukuna

< don’t act like a brat now, just say it. Might get lucky. >

from : you

< you’ll be the lucky one if Toji doesn’t catch you flirting with his sister. Remember what happened the last time ? Don’t text me. >

The phone buzzed a couple of times more, but homeworks got your head somewhere else and only opened the hours later. Your eyes seemed about to pop out your head as Sukuna’s massive, tatted pecs and pierced nipples filled up your screen, mouth immediately watering before you could even realize.

“ tsk, manwhore. ” disdain as much as frustration poured from each pronounced syllable uttered to yourself, tossing the phone somewhere on your bed before heading for a cold shower.

Did it work ? No, of course you ended up touching yourself at the thought of biting and squeezing his muscles, pressing a hand on your mouth to muffle desperate whines. If only Toji didn’t interfere, even the times you casually met his friend on campus, almost as if he had some kind of radar or an incredible twin intuition about your fantasies on Sukuna.

…

Lately everything’s going calmly, even more than it normally should; studying, meeting your friends and usual, and finding yourself between Sukuna and Toji’s competitions on the stupidest matters. Since you and your brother share the apartment, you’re quick to get involved in the new feud that’s going on between him and his friend : something about a flaming hot girl from the Kappa Delta Phi sorority.

“  what are you, animals ? can’t you just give it up for him ? “  a sigh escapes your lungs as you finally close your pc to look up at him sprawled on the armchair, his foot nudging your leg to annoy you as much as possible.

“  you don’t know what’cha talking about, she’s the hottest new entry and I must mark her down.  “  Toji winks sticking out his chest like he’s just said something deep, totally ignoring the disgust fully painted on your face.

“ so you are a fucking dog, gotcha. “   whatever he has to say, you can not bear it for your sanity’s sake, clutching at your pc and closing your room’s door behind your back before you can hear one more disgusting comment about that poor girl’s perfect ass.

It’s no surprise it pisses you off that there’s a bunch of lucky girls who get to have a chance with Sukuna, while you’ve been tucking yourself into a corner for years facing the wall, hoping to forget about whatever it was with him. The many times you focused trying to find good reasons to properly dislike him are ridiculous, as much as the way your other situationships end because of the same fucking reason. Toji’s presence is nothing guys want to deal with, finding themselves in front of a behemoth of a man with shoulder bigger than their heads, asking them whether they think they’re man enough for his sis.

As if he wasn’t enough, lately another presence began to interfere between you and the remote possibility of finding even a good fuck to rely on during exam’s periods. Sukuna himself.

It started at the gym, when a frat guy named Gojo casually offered to spot you while you were squatting with weights : you certainly couldn’t complain, those blue eyes were curiously inviting you to give a good look, his charming grin and lean physic created a whole delicious sight you’d gladly indulge in. Your conversations going smooth until, when you got ready for your last set, you couldn’t feel Gojo’s presence behind you.

“ she got more muscles in a single thigh than you in your whole body. “  Sukuna’s unmistakable voice made your years buzz, head immediately turning to him, standing tall in front of Gojo, whose face you couldn’t quiet read. Confused, certainly offended by the pink haired guy with the most bothered frown on his forehead and crossed arms in front of his chest, making him appear even larger than usual. “ why you letting a twink spot you ? “

“ we were doing just fine Kuna. “  it’s more than clear your silent beg for him to get lost and let you have at least a chance, now that your brother isn’t there yet. “ you should get back to the bench, or your pump’s gonna fade. “

“ look man, she’s clearly not interested. You can go back to – “   as much as you appreciated Gojo’s initiative to set some boundaries, maybe hoping that some kind of bro code might apply to the case, you had to bite down your tongue to not contradict him on the spot about not being interested; matter of fact, every time you’re at the gym knowing that Sukuna is there, you do your best not to stare at the way ripples of sweat trace down from his neck to the plumpier chest, at the veins showing up more than ever through the tatted skin. And his smell.

God fucking gracious his smell when he comes to chit chat between the sets makes your eyes roll in the back of your skull.

Unlucky for you and the white haired contender for your attention, his words made Sukuna snap and fist the collar of his compression shirt, ready to hit him with a header like a furious bull seeing red; it ended up with you separating them, excusing yourself with Gojo while shoving Sukuna with the most disappointed expression painted on your face.

But the most recent loss you had was a couple of weeks ago, with Choso : being your brother’s most trusted plug made him a recurrent presence in your daily life, there were times when he even slept at your place, you four eating dinner together, having nights even. He’s a nice guy, always so chill, and also, fucking hot.

At least with him you made a successful try, as the morning after of a small night together with Sukuna and Toji, when both were already out for training, you woke up to the aroma of fresh coffee and Choso Kamo himself not only preparing it, but preparing it shirtless. Pants hanging low on his waist, happy trail reaching for his bellybutton and black long hair fully down.

Sharing glances was nothing new for you two, but that was the first time you two were alone, eating each other with your eyes, little confessions were made through teasing jokes. And just like that, every single surface of your room was marked by the steamiest sex session you had in months.

He’d been knowing Toji long enough to already know better than letting the truth slip when in his presence, and lucky for you, Choso knew how to be discreet. Except for once. And, of course, it was enough to ruin everything.

You don’t exactly know what happened, because you weren’t there when him and Sukuna went out for a smoke : that pink haired menace had the most attentive eyes - and you didn’t even notice until now – to the point he found a way to make Choso feel safe enough to talk freely.

“ ..c’mon bro, you can tell me, I ain’t Toji. “  smoke pouring from his nostrils, sprawled in the driver’s seat, a low chuckle made it all perfect.

“ aight man you got me, we been fucking for like.. a week now. “  the black haired one admitted, letting his body melt into the leather of the passenger seat, thick smoke clouding all around him as the weed made words roll off his tongue.  “ remember that night we all slept at Toji’s ? It happened when y’all left --  she’s wild bro. Her room ? Fucking destroyed. Think I still got her panties in my car ..  “

And the more he talked, the heavier Sukuna’s breathing got. Fists so tight his knuckles had no more blood flow, and his eyes ? Chose swore he saw hell the exact moment before he got his nose broken, shoved against the window with Sukuna’s gritting in his face, looking like he was about to end him right on the spot.

First you noticed Choso ignoring your messages, then he didn’t even look to your face when randomly meeting around campus, as you noticed the medication on his nose and the black eye, acting like in a rush every time you tried to talk to him. And when today  you suddenly joined him, Toji and Sukuna ? He went even paler than the usual, finding the quickest excuse to leave the scene.

Everything became clear when Toji acted genuinely confused while Sukuna failed to hide a smirk.

The only reason why you didn’t make a scene, was the fact that Choso would have gotten the rest from your brother, if he as well discovered what there was between the two of you.

from : you 

<  what the fuck is your problem ? >

from : Sukuna

< care to explain why ?  >

from : you 

<  you and Toji are competing over a girl and I can’t have a good fuck for once !? >

from : Sukuna

< no idea what u talking abt >

from : you 

<  acting dumb now ? Choso was scared for his damn life and you had no fucking right >

from : Sukuna

< I can claim whatever fucking right after Toji. >

from : you 

<  If I catch you face in this apartment Sukuna, I swear to fucking god, I’ll kill you with bare hands. >

Days go by, and to be honest, you didn’t think he’d listen to you anyways, as you could tell Sukuna practically lives at your place at this point, even having his own keys. At least he’s there exclusively when there’s also Toji, making your blood boil even more with flaming hot rage, since you can not react in any way when your brother’s present.

All you do is leave the sofa or the dining table where you’re chilling or studying, smashing your room’s door closed, letting Toji wander whether you’re being hysterical for your period or something like that. But Sukuna ? Oh, he knows.

He knows damn well where that behaviour is coming from, and to be honest ? He hates it. He hates that you're acting all enraged over a guy that’s not him. He hates the fact that someone like Choso got have what he’s been denying himself for god knows how long, and it didn’t even begin that night in the bathroom; Sukuna noticed you even before he got the chance to find that friendship with Toji, even if it was barely a week before, right when he transferred at your school, you immediately caught his eyes.

At that party he felt like he tasted heaven when he brought those fingers – that were deeply buried inside your wet folds – to his mouth, your juices melting on his tongue making him moan like a virgin. But more than that, it was your voice who turned off his right mind, it was the way your eyes drank every single inch of him, the way your body responded so harmoniously to his touch. So, after all he’d sacrificed for the sake of his friendship with Toji, he couldn’t stand the sole thought of someone else having you the way he denied himself.

Although, something suddenly snaps in him.

A week or more went by since the messages you sent him, no one has been seeing you in the same room with Sukuna, which is strange a lot given how close the three of you are; matter of fact, even if Thursday – which is today – is known as the day you, Toji and Sukuna train together without missing a beat, you choose not to go. Instead, you prefer to wait until they get back home, a choice it soon reveals to be double faced quicker than expected.

The infamous sonority’s new it girl is there as well, an occasion neither Toji nor Sukuna seem capable of missing, betting on who was going to get her first : they both play their best cards to impress her, flexing every single muscle in their perfectly sculpted bodies, malicious smiles and perfectly constructed accidental touching here and there while “trying to help her” with some heavy exercises. Everything goes way smoother for Sukuna, his tattoos working more magic than Toji’s lip scar, and it’s at that point that the black haired friend decides to play a dirty move.

“ you going out after workout ? But isn’t y\n waiting for you at home ? “  just like this, Sukuna loses it.

Not because he lost the chance to fuck a hot girl, but because out of all the ways he could have played him dirty, Toji decided to use the only one he knows it would make Sukuna snap like a mad man. Their friendship has always been about poking and prodding each other’s lack of patience and hot-headed personality to the limits, but surprisingly managing to act out of deep respect when it came to serious matters.

In fact, that night Toji walked in on the two of you in the bathroom, after they were stopped from almost killing each other, Sukuna confessed everything he’d been feeling about you, that whatever was going to happen he wouldn’t dare to play you nor use you just out of a whim, even if he couldn’t truly understand the deepness of whatever he was already feeling for you at the time. To your brother’s face he swore to be a good man for you, but Toji could not stand it. Maybe he was just jealous, maybe he was scared to lose his twin soul out of a friend of his that he perfectly knew how he played with girls.

Sukuna accepted to lose the opportunity of even trying to make things right for the sake of his friendship, for the possibility he had to keep being with you even as just friends.

But now ? Now Toji uses the only moment of vulnerability he’d ever dared to show to him, only to gain the favour of a quick fuck ?

Fuck no.

Meanwhile, you’re getting bored of waiting for them to come back, already dressed up for the gym, foot stomping on the floor while waiting for your brother to answer your text, but as you check it over and over again, you notice that he didn’t even see it. You bite the internal flesh of your cheek, tossing your head against the soft back of the sofa.

from : you 

<  Are you done yet ? It’s getting late. >

The message lightens up Sukuna’s screen at the perfect time, right after Toji played him dirty and the girl’s attention adverted to him : Fushiguro wanted that girl so bad ? It’s fine for him, because there’s something much sweeter waiting for him at home, and it is, indeed, you.

…

The fact that you receive no response even from Sukuna makes your skin itch, bothered to the point you lose it and decide to go anyway, because they must at least be to the point of finishing their workout, right ? With the duffle hanging from your shoulder, you reach the handle to open the door when it opens itself. You finally sigh with relief, realizing that they’re finally back and you can be at peace while working out, but oh, has fate jokes up it’s sleeve for you.

“ my god, you’re finally—  where’s Toji ? ”

“ fucking. ”  Sukuna couldn’t care less about what you were doing by standing at the door, because he pushes you back inside, closing it, his duffle falling to the floor with a loud thud, eyes staring at you. Into you. 

He’s angry.

Oh, his veins are popping out and he’s slightly out of breath. Did he rush back home ?

“ right. ”  your eyebrow arches with confusion, uncertain as to why Sukuna is looking like everything but satisfied with his routine as he usually does; something happened, there’s no doubt in that, just like you perfectly know how things work between these two half-witted gorillas. They argue, they hit each other, and everything goes back to normal with a joint and an obscene amount of munchies. “ don’t wait for me, eat whatever. ”  how stupid of you to even consider the possibility that he was going to let you out.

“ I’ve always wanted you, you know ? ”  as he puts his body between you and the door, words cling onto your ears shocking as much as extremely loud ringing bells hitting you out of nowhere. Your lips part slightly at the sudden loss of word, eyes set on his, a veil of pure confusion falls on them.

“ did you hit your head ? get lost, I don’t wanna hear any of this. ”  you can’t believe he’s trying to talk about something like this after everything he’s been doing to sabotage whatever opportunity you had to get with someone else and find a good reason to completely erase even the last remains of the fantasy of being with him. Not that you can say you’ve made peace with the fact that you’ve given up on it just out of your brother’s whim, but what could you have done more ?

Sukuna’s been fucking round and about whichever girl had a nice ass and the right amount of promiscuity – lucky for them – after mutually agreeing that nothing was ever going to happen between the two of you. Yes, sometimes you both teased Toji about a phantomatic possibility of the two of you having a thing, but it always stopped there. You know Sukuna wouldn’t hurt his best friend, as much as he knows that you do not want to get your twin hurt.

But how much can you still endure at this point ?

“ even after we swore to Toji, I’ve never stopped thinking about you.”  you try to reach for the handle sideways, but Sukuna simply takes a step forward, and you instinctively step back, mouth going dry as your eyes silently beg him to stop his words right there. “ The taste of your lips keeps haunting me .. I look for their softness in every girl I kiss, and fail every fucking time.”

“ Sukuna stop. “  your words are a proper plead by now, stepping backwards at each he takes towards you, legs shaky, the bag hanging from your shoulder falls as your grip on the handles disappears.

“ stop ? ”  he scoffs. “ I’m done with that. ”  there’s no way in earth nor heaven that you could realize before it happened, his hand finding your cheek right before he pulls you in for the roughest, most yearning kiss you’ve had in years.

Yes, he’s licking into your mouth like a mad man, his rough palms grazing the soft skin of your cheeks as desperation takes over him, but it does not feel as dirty as you thought it’d be; you wish you could say that you’ve hesitated at first, but your lips did not miss a single beat as soon you felt his.

All the sudden you find yourself grasping for air as you sink into an ocean of memories you so desperately tried to drown, but suppression only made everything more unbearable, tension so thick that not even Sukuna’s shoulders could have lasted forever. In fact both of you crumbled like cards at the slightest blow of wind, letting yourselves go as your tastes finally mix to each other.

“ mmh Kuna ..” his skin feels sticky, damp under your caressing fingertips, your body refusing to go against its deepest desires as you trace every curve carved by his perfect muscles. Not to talk about how lost you’re getting to his scent, the pungent notes omnipresent after a long workout, mixed with his skin’s and cologne, never missing hints of tobacco as the cherry on top.

“ I’m not gonna sto— ”

“ fuck me. ” 

His hand finds the nape of your neck, strands of hair fisted so that he gets the perfect hold to make you stay in place and claim his rough kiss once more; Sukuna tugs your lips apart with his own, chasing a hunger kept buried for way too long, savouring your taste with sloppy wafts of his tongue, while pushing your body. You won’t be able to explain yourself how you wobbled backwards without stumbling, knees weak at each and every deep growl Sukuna pushed down your quivering mouth.

It can be said that he properly lured you to the kitchen aisle, where you suddenly find yourself bent over, face down and ass at his mercy.

“ want to hear that again. “  voice heavy with raspy bass, Sukuna pressing his chest against your back, mouth brushing over the conch of your ear before nudging at it with his pearly white canines.

“ fuck me, Sukuna. “  the noise of fabric being torn apart makes your body jolt forwards with unexpectancy, your poor gym shorts barely cling onto your body with what’s left of them, since he just ripped them open right where they hugged your ass.

Slap !

A vivid red mark immediately appears on the right cheek of your soft flesh, as your loud moan echoes through the walls.

“ again, doll. Lemme hear that loud n’ clear. ”   the weight of his body disappears from your back, only for the ghost of his hot breath to caress the tender hand mark he’s left on your ass. He’s down on his knees behind you, facing those perfect mounds of yours.

“ f-fuck me —  please, please Kuna, fuck me. ”   whines erupt from your chest as Sukuna gets a handful of your asscheeks spreading them, ruby red eyes ogling at your dripping cunt before he buries his face between its wet folds. Hearty groans vibrate against our sensitive clit as Sukuna sucks and slurps every drop of your sweet sap, needless to say, you immediately start dripping all over his chin, arching your back like a feline in heat.

God knows how long you’ve been waiting for this to happen, how many times you’ve dreamed of having Sukuna just like this at your pleasure’s service, wondering how he’d feel savouring your like a long awaited meal left under his nose for years but without the permission to taste it. You can feel your eyes stinging with crescent tears of need and frustration, because as much as his mouth is working wanders on your sensitive bundle of nerves, you need to feel him filling you up to the brim.

“ you taste so good, ‘s fucking addictive. ”   Sukuna uses the tip of his tongue to swirl around your clit one last time, before letting it go with a noisy pop and stand back on his feet. 

Those huge hands of his easily wrapped around your waist to turn your body, now facing him, and lift you up so that you could wrap your legs around his hips. Barely a couple of steps from the kitchen aisle to the sofa, where your bodies sticking to one another; none of you seem able to give up on kissing the same mouths that swore not to fall into this again, just like a religious so desperately trying not to indulge in sin, despite life giving it no other choice. 

Your hands are quick to find the hem of his wifebeater and remove it, almost tearing it off of his body, and a grin immediately curls up Sukuna’s lips.

“ soooo greedy, look at you. ”  no matter how lost you are in your desire, your eyes do not fail to snap at him with the most impatience you’ve ever felt.

“ you’re one to talk. ”  you hiss, already at your limit to tolerate his cockiness, your right mind long lost with the pieces of your gym shorts scattered on the kitchen floor.

To prevent any further teasing - noting how his tongue flicked, ready to talk back - your fingers entangle with the pinkish strands of his hat and pull him in a feverish kiss. Tongue battling with his, tasting yourself as satisfied hums dissolve into his groans; his distraction allows you to take advantage and  straddle his meaty tights with yours. your now exposed center dripping onto the fabric of the tenting sweatpants he still has on. 

“ always knew y’ liked to be on top. “ Sukuna coos with hints of pride splattered all over his arrogant face, teasing you till the very end, cause it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t test your limits.

“ oh, you have no idea, Ryomen. “ 

It’s never been a mystery that he packed, voices say that a girl couldn’t walk for days after a single night with Sukuna, but did you ever trust gossip ? No, and that’s why your mouth is now slightly gaping at the sight of his inhumane cock. 

He bucks his hips up just enough to let you slide the waistband of his sweatpants off, and of course the bastard is not wearing boxers, hanging free in the gym because he doesn’t already catch eyes just like this. Nonetheless, your mouth waters even before you can accept the fact that everyone's eyes darted right there during his workout, jealousy has no time to properly set in your mind. 

“ what’s the matter ? Tapping out already ? “  you bat your eyelashes, once. Twice. Three veins running all along his shaft seem to be pulsating to the beat of his heart, so thick you know they’re going to make you lose your mind once deep inside your hungry velvety walls. 

But his head —   this big fucking bulbous, angry red head of his is calling your name, a droplet of precum catching glimpses of the small light left on with distraction. 

“ you’d like that, huh ? “  the tip of your tongue slowly caresses your own bottom lip, before biting it down into a smile that catches Sukuna's awareness, his grin slightly fades with wild curiosity.  “ oh, Kuna.. I’m gonna bury this fat cock of yours so deep inside of me, my name’s gonna be the only word you’ll be able to say. “ 

His silence hits you. 

Ryomen Sukuna has finally been shut for once, but only because it’s his eyes that are the ones talking. His mind blown away from the filth your pretty lips just spoke, and to be honest ? It’s a face you wish you could impress on something to show it to him whenever he acts bolder than he should. 

A hand of yours finds the back of his head once more, as you lean your torso forward to him in order to brush your lips against his ear, licking it with the tip of your tongue. “ not using your big boy words the only time you should ? do I have to pull them out of you ?  ”  In a moment of his full distraction, your other hand had swapped around his base, guiding the tip exactly at your impatient hole. And so, you sink on it.

Slowly, you let Sukuna’s thickness stretch you out as you moan right into his ear. On the other hand, you can feel his chest getting heavy with each breath, groans building up into his sternum until your clit brushed against the pinkish bush on his pelvis, that’s when he completely melts; his head falls back onto the sofa, eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed with overwhelming pleasure, feeling your hungry walls swallowing him fully.

It’s not an easy task, you give him credits for it. Never in your experience have you had something like this, kissing right to the opening of your cervix as if it wanted to claim every very part of you; a moment is needed for you to fully adjust to it, slowly moving your hips at first, the upwards motion allowing you to properly feel those thick veins brush against your g-spot. It feels as if your body wants to swallow him inside and never let go, your velvety rings sucking him in as you begin to properly move up and down, nails scratching his collarbone.

“ you were serious, huh ? fell like I’m in yer fucking stomach.  ”  finally, his calloused fingers wrap around your hips lifting up up and then making you slide back down, filling you up completely again. And again, the dripping tip making out with the hilt of your pussy until your mouth falls agape and air is ripped out your lungs with a shattering moan, your nails now scratching all the way down his pecs leaving bright red marks, probably even drawing some droplets of blood.  “ won’t you look at that, already claiming me. ”

As strange as it might sound, you realize that God truly gives the hardest battles to his strongest soldiers, because as soon as Sukuna begins to let his mouth run, your mind finds itself split between a state of pure bliss and the unbearable urge to slap him hard in the face. Somehow, you get back to your senses, getting a rough hold of his jaw. 

“ you love that, don’t you ? ”  your hips snap, slamming against his pelvis with a deep bounce, making him gasp this time, your grip not fading. “ you fucking adore when people look at these and know what you did, cocky bastard. ” again, you ass bounces on his cock with a heavy slam, setting a pace you yourself have no idea whether you can keep up or not, but the face Sukuna’s making is enough to make you resist and continue. 

“ d-damn.. fuuuck! damn right I am. ”  his chest muscles are contracting to the point you can see them under his skin, a sight that makes your pussy gush sticky sap right, dripping onto his balls already, wet slaps against your ass cheeks filling the room.

You try your best to keep your back straight while riding him hard and fast, but your movements are getting sloppier quicker than you wanted it to happen, Sukuna’s bulging monster filling you up so much to the brim, when you decide to look down where your bodies meet, you can the shape of his cock right through the skin of your womb. And there’s where you lose it, completely.

It’s your body that gives up for you, despite your stubborn mind and the intention of making the pink haired asshole your bitch, you realize too late that he’s truly worth of whatever girls say about his size. 

There’s not a single trace of clothes on your bodies now, Sukuna ripped everything away from your body, his mouth latched onto one of your tits, sucking and nipping a your nipple, moaning against the delicate skin while his fingers sink deep into the soft flesh of your ass, spreading it, kneading it, leaving bright red and purple marks on them at his will.

“ Kuna–  ooohh goood!  K-kuna ‘s too much. ”  holding on his shoulders for your dear life, even your head falls against his forehead, eyes closed, whines coming out your mouth non stop even if your throat feels raw by now. 

But did you truly expect something from him, other than a feral crack of a smile curling up his mouth ? It’s merely the illusion of an act of mercy, the pace of his hips getting slower, those deep red pupils of him looking at your reddened cheeks and puffy lips from all the rough kissing, and for a moment, when his hand caressed your jaw, you truly think he’s about to spare you.

“ too much ?  ”  he slows down, yes, but that doesn’t mean Sukuna’s done dragging his fat cock over every ridge inside you, feeling each and every one of it against his engorged veins, and his tip ? Oh, it must be a devil’s trick the way you can feel it getting plumpier than before.  “ well, that’s too bad doll. I won’t stop until the only thing you can say is my name. ”  his voice dips inhumanly low as he mocks you, the hand, one on your face, has slid down without you noticing, now closing around your throat, making you part your spit slicked lips.

Despite all, the fact that his words sound like a death sentence, they make your clenching pussy gush out a creamy ring all around his base, the only thing keeping you from collapsing being your hands wrapping around his wrist. Your vision gets all blurry, tears forming at the corner of your eyes while your whole body violently shakes at the shocking sensation. You just came on Sukuna’s cock because of his threat. 

Fuck, he’ll never stop using this against me.

“ did you.. oh fuck me, you did ! ”  the cruelty of his intention feels never ending, especially when he decides it’s the right time to bury himself deep deep deeeep inside you, pressing onto your cervix to not miss a single pulse of your throbbing pussy around him. “ like that much when I’m mean ? trust me doll, you’re gonna love this. ” 

Sukuna flips you over, and you immediately understand you’ll be limping for days after this.

From being on all fours, his huge arm sets around your neck in a headlock, making your back arch enough for him to nibble at your lobe, a wicked laugh dips directly in your eardrum while he prods his body between your open legs. Sukuna’s intention seem to torture you drippy, sensible cunt by dribing his fat tip up and down your puffy folds, slipping on your clit once or twice before it finds your quivering hole.

“ theeeeeere it is. ”  Sukuna hisses against your ear as he claims you once more with never ending squelching sounds, your body immediately shivers with overstimulation, but the only thing you can do is holding onto his forearm with both your hands. He absolutely folded you with the intention of not letting a single inch get untouched from his rock hard desire, matter of fact, Sukuna immediately starts  to follow a crescent rhythm of pistoning right against your g-spot. But it is not enough, not for him.

With his free hand, he presses exactly on your womb, feeling himself fucking you from there, putting pressure on that point until your eyes cross, your cheeks getting stained from the mascara melted by the previously formed tears. How is it humanly possible, honestly you have no idea, but he makes you arch your back even more to look at you in the face, easing the hook around your neck just enough to concede you a gasp of air.

“ feel that, y\n ? I’ll mold you nice and tight only to take my dick and no one else’s. ”  your eyebrows furrow as more and more waves of pleasure erupt through your body, his heavy balls slapping eagerly against the livid skin of your ass faster and faster when Sukuna traps you in another feverish kiss. His canines mercilessly bite down at your lower lip, tongue licking into your mouth as another form of claim, but the best part - for that fucked up mind of yours - are his beastly groans. “ who does this pretty cunt belong to ? ”   

“ y-you –   fuck ! ”  spit drools onto your chin when a mean slap collides with your clit.

“ you ? I fucked you stupid, huh ? ” another slap, and you’re sobbing at the mercy of a perverted, painful pleasure so intense, there actually is a blank space in your mind, whatever’s capacity of forming a single thought had dissolved at the third slap. “ say my name doll, don’t act all dumb now. ” 

“ to Su- Sukuna oooh goood ! it be- belong to Sukuna ! ”  the more wicked his laugh sounds into your ear, the more spasmic your walls clench around his mean thrusts, something drips down both your thighs and his rhythm slows for mere seconds to look right where you’re making a mess on his pelvis.

“ yeeeaah that’s it, make a fucking mess baby, come on. ” honestly there’s not another words your mind is capable of precessing, especially when he brutally snaps his hips against your ass once more, your body fully limp by now, but at least your squeezing insides are making him finally lose his mind as well, thrust getting more frantic, making the sofa creak so much it’s almost certain the downstairs neighbors are hearing everything. “ I’ll fill you up so much my cum ‘s gonna gush out of you for day, doll –     fuck! come on pretty, let me hear your pretty voice. ” 

He’s not a type that comes less to a promise, because he said he was gonna get meaner, and so he does; one, three, five more slaps against your raw clit overstimulate you to the point that not only your voice shatters in cried moans all over the apartment, but you quirt all over him and the sofa cumming so hard, Sukuna ends up filling you right on the spot, his torso gluing onto your back with heavy grunts bellowing loud into your ears.

The only reason why you’re not melting on the sofa is because Sukuna’s still holding you tight against him, but you wouldn't be able to move even if you wanted to; you can’t feel nothing other than sudden waves of stimulation still tormenting your tired body from under your skin, your belly feels so full you know everything’s going to spill as soon as you make the smallest move. 

You bat your eyes, once, twice, everything slowly turns from being blurry to a clear sight, the empty room in front of you and one thick, tatted and strong arm on your side, holding both of your bodies up. What time is it ? How much time has passed ? You feel like in a lucid dream of some sort, especially when, all of the sudden, you feel like your body is being moved, until you find your back melting into the softness of the cushions. 

“ y\n ? you alright ? ”  his voice sounds softer, way more gentle and.. warming. 

“ mmmhh.. yeah.. ” there’s no possible way you were going to answer without dragging your response, but at least you’re happy to discover that your voice still works; honestly, the whole experience was so intense that right now, you truly hope he’s not going to be an asshole and leave you there like this, because you’ll hate him til the end of–  

“ here, don’t move. ”  it already surprises you that Sukuna has just kissed you on the temple, before carefully climbing down your body, prodding his face right in front of your swollen lips and the mess he’s made of them. 

“ what.. Kuna ? watcha do–   ooh ffuuck ”  never in your life you’d think that the one and only Ryomen Sukuna, would lick you clean after the nastiest, most sloppiest sex you’ve ever had; but his licks are gentle, his tongue swiping delicately between your folds savouring both your orgasms with low “hums” vibrating against your sensitiveness. Both your hands find his soft pinkish strands, gently tugging at them. “ I’m alright, I promise .. come here ? ” 

Your heart almost melts seeing him wink and giggle, probably because of how surreal everything feels, given everything that happened in the past few years. But history always repeats itself, no ? The moment Sukuna climbs back up to lay next to you, the sound of keys turning into the door’s lock wakes both of you from the bliss.

“ ooff ! guys, you have no idea how crazy that new chick was, thought she was about to rip my back open with her nai–   ”  both of you know that Toji never looks into the house when he enters, too busy scattering his things around the entryway, risking an ugly fall whenever he removes his shoes, taking a good ten seconds to look at himself in the mirror. But it doesn’t matter to you in that moment : you kept your eyes closed shut from the moment you heard the keys, while Sukua didn’t dare move his attention from the door, despite not moving a muscle from being on top of your naked body. 

He’s preparing for the impact, because from Toji’s sudden silence, you know it’s about to happen.

Your twin looks at Sukuna at first, his eyes then fall to the floor where your clothes lay all shattered by Sukuna’s strength, and the light bulb in his head lightens up.

“ If I look down and see my sister, I swear to god Ryomen, I’ll gut you open. ”  it’s impossible to determine which one is the bigger problem in the room, given that both Toji and Sukuna are already huge bombs on two legs ready to explode whenever and wherever, while the entire story about you and your brother’s best friend seems to be as big as both of them’s shoulders. But the bigger, worst problem of all, is the fact that none of them has limits when it comes to violence; nonetheless Sukuna immediately stands up, directly facing Toji.

“ yeah ? I’d love to see you try Fushiguro, come on ! ” the first shove comes, Sukuna steps back because of the impact but your brother doesn’t attack him yet, his eyes focusing on you, who’s wearing Sukuna’s ridiculously large wifebeater to cover yourself up.

“ so you fucked-fucked ? I can’t–  fuck ! I’ll fucking kill you Sukuna – ” the first punch lends, there’s not much you can do about that, and surely you’re not putting yourself between two furious goliaths. 

What you can do is, go for Toji’s duffle bag, take his heavy water bottle out and throw it right to his head. You’re too tired for this, barely standing on your feet to the point you need to lean on the wall.

“ stop it you dumbass ! it’s not your fucking business for fuck’s sake ! ”  the true miracle is that your hit actually stopped the carnage that was about to happen, even if nothing assures you that it's not about to start again at any moment.  “ we had sex, so what ? you’ve been fucking round and about every single girl in this campus –   even my friends ! And I can’t have the only guy I actually like ?! Fuck you ! ” 

Your hand pick up the first thing it can reach for and tosses it once more against your twin, who barely manages to move because of the shock.

“ wait –   you like me ? ” Sukuna stops amidst putting his pants back on, pointing a finger to himself, arched eyebrow and a crescent grin curling up his mouth despite the terrific circumstances of your confession.

“ you like him ? Oh hell no.  ” as soon as Toji takes a step towards you, you toss him a picture frame right against his chest, which barely makes him flinch, but you don’t give a damn. You’re twins, you’re ridiculously used to throwing things at him. “ y\n stop it ! ” 

“ I will —   when you stop getting in between me and a relationship !  ”   he snaps, of course he does. one more step and you’re running around the house chased by Toji who’s ready to send you to hell. “ and you know what ? It was a reeeeally good fuck ! Sukuna will be my boyfriend, and next time we’ll fuck on your bed ! ”  

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He's demonic and bloody but he holds me tight ᥫ᭡. yokai!Choso × f!reader

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ceredits to @\Glowx_21 for the artwork ♡

Summary : Jin Itadori has been desperately looking for a babysitter that won't run away as soon as his sweet boy Yuji begins to talk about his "older brother" that no on can see. Lucky for him, he finds you : incredibly good with kids, and passionate about spooky things. You'd never thought that, one night, this Choso Yuji's been talking about, would give you the most intense, sloppiest orgasm you've always desired.

Content Warning : yokai!Choso\ghost!Choso, SMUT, PinV, unproteced sex, oral sex ( m&f receiving ) MINORS DNI 

WC : 5.5K

a\n : english is not my first language so please be mindful of it ♡

The first thing Yuji’s father told you, when hiring you as his babysitter, was that his son has a very very fervid imagination; Jin thought he needed to reassure you about his imaginative way of talking, especially about those nights where you could hear him talk to nothing right before bedtime, spending ten good minutes talking about how the pediatrician said this was just one of the many phases of childhood. Nothing more than a classic imaginary friend, except Yuji was convinced that it was his brother.  

What Jin Itadori didn’t know, was that you’ve always been a sucker for spooky and scary things, it would be even more appropriate to say that you had a proper passion for horror in general : the way it sends you chills down your spine, the feeling of goosebumps covering up your skin, it makes something that you can’t quite fully understand sparkle into your brain. It makes you feel alive. 

But the real deal comes with your insane attraction with the villains in those movies, but is it your fault if writers made them all so dangerously charismatic ? Casting directors truly need to revise their choices when it comes to selecting people to interpret them, and the more tormented they look, the more you clench your thighs.

So when Yuji first talked about his “brother”, what spontaneously came out of your mouth was was : 

“Is he cute ? I might like him ! ”  the baby boy’s eyes lightened up like stars in a night sky, wide smile with a couple of missing teeth when he first looked at you, and then at the emptiness next to him, as if there was someone else. You could tell he was not at all used to someone acknowledging the existence of this phantomatic brother, not that you believed that he actually existed, but why not indulging into a child’s fantasy, to make him happy ? 

On the other hand, you couldn’t possibly imagine that everything Yuji said about that thing was the truth. To your eyes, it was invisible, but there was a tall, gloomy figure next to the kid, his sleepy eyes slowly opened wide as that question slipped off your tongue, a reaction that made Yuji giggle before responding.

“ Choso is nice ! But he is too shy to talk to others, that’s why you can’t see him. ” 

“ Oooh that’s his name ? Choso ? Well, tell Choso it would be nice to meet him, hope he won’t be shy for long ! ”  

You’ve never been someone easy to scare, but from that night on, nothing has been the same.

It all started with simple coincidences, nothing worth noticing but difficult to ignore in the long term. The first days went smooth, you got to get to know Yuji better, help him with homeworks, cooking him his favourite meals before bed; something began happening the first time he showed you one of his family drawings, well dressed stickmen under a big sun.

“ This is dad, this is me and my brother ! ”  the entire scene felt like something ripped out of a classic horror movie with a haunted house and sensible kids able to see something that parents couldn’t see until it was too late. The figure next to drawn-Yuji was way taller than both of them, it seemed to be wearing a very long black robe fully covering his body, spikes coming out his head.

“ He’s almost as handsome as you, little tiger. ”  after jokingly scruffing up his pink hair, you leaned your face down towards the paper when, all of the sudden, you felt a huff of icing cold hair behind your neck. You couldn't help but react instinctively, covering the nape of your neck with your hand before straightening up your back and look behind you. Nothing, of course.

“ Choso don’t be rude ! ”  all you saw was an open window behind you, and Yuji’s voice brought you back to the reality you had lost attachment to for a slip second. With a small smile curling up your lips, you stood up and went to close the window, looking up at the clock on the wall.

“ Don’t worry Yuji, I’m sure he just wanted to get a better look at your drawing. ”  of course it was nothing more than the chilling autumnal breeze. “ ready to go to bed ?  ”  lucky you, Yuji was never difficult to deal with, the most well behaved child you’ve ever met, even if he seemed to have energy to stay awake for days on end. 

After tucking him in bed, you went straight back to the living room : you closed every window, cleaned up all the dishes, markers and papers scattered around the coffee table, until you could finally sit down and cozily curl up into a fluffy duvet. It was still early for you, and Mr Itadori had a long night shift at work. 

A new horror film popped up on the screen, something about a family being haunted by a spirit. How ironic.

Days, weeks passed.

Your experience as Yuji’s babysitter went great, spending a lot of time together almost as if you were becoming some kind of older sister to him; Yuji wanted you to meet his friends, baby Megumi and Nobara were such cuties, you even offered to chaperon all of them during some playdates. It was then when some more peculiarities began to happen more frequently.

First of all, every time you went to those playdates, you began to feel an incredibly cold sensation coming from your back. Every, single, time, but it didn’t pick much on your scepticism, given the fact that it was almost fully winter by then. At home, objects seemed to shift on their own in places where they were not supposed to be. 

Vases shifting on their surfaces, folded clothes that you personally had put on the coffee table that, when you left for a moment to answer the phone, were suddenly on the sofa. You did not believe in ghosts but holy, things were getting weird.

“ ..Choso is not a bad guy, y\n. Please don’t go away.  ”  as you were tucking Yuji in bed for the night, his words hit directly to your heart, tender with this little boy’s sweetness.

“ Don’t worry, little tiger, I will stay. ”  your palms stroking his soft strands of hair when a spark of clarity shooted through your brain : why did he say that ? Did he know something about the strange things happening around the house ? –   Oh my god, I’m getting paranoid.  “ Dream about something nice, alright ? Don’t let bad thoughts trouble you. ”

What the fuck was happening ?

…

Today’s been a long day, you had to study for your own exams and helped Yuji with his never ending homeworks. Is it normal for elementary school to give this much homework ? Your mind is so tired, to the point you think you’re actually hallucinating as, while cooking dinner, you seem incapable of finding the cloth you swear you just placed on the kitchen counter next to you. Your eyes finally catch it, and you could swear it is moving on it’s own sliding away from you. No hand moving it, not a huff of hair strong enough to do something like this.

You can’t understand whether it’s for tiredness or because you’re scared to death, but your hand abruptly grabs it and shove it on your shoulder, heart pumping so fast you quickly fill a glass of water and chug on it.

I’m just stressed, I need to eat and take a nice shower. That’s all.

Oh, you couldn’t be more wrong.

Maybe it’s your stubbornness mixed with the hot shower’s steam clouding up the bathroom that’s convincing you that everything’s alright now, nerves no longer brushing against your skin making you all tense; the small droplets running down your body help with giving  you some sense of relaxation, together with the softness of the towel wrapped around your naked body. 

You let down your hair from the hairpin’s grip, slightly swaying the soft strands side to side to let them loose, your eyes still closed as you take in a deep breath. Who would have thought that that would have been your worst  mistake ? As you use another towel to dry away the sheer stratification of humidity from the mirror - which was making the surface all blurry - next to your reflection, you suddenly catch a blood chilling figure right behind you. 

Whatever noise was supposed to come out your mouth gets stuck into your throat, eyes wide open with terror while your skin becomes a couple of shades lighter the more you look at it.

“ – it’s just.. no, this is just.. an hallucination. ”  one step, two, but at the third one, as you go backwards, back collides with something sturdy and inhumanly cold.

“ why ? ” you don’t move. You can’t. The figure’s reflection hasn’t disappeared yet, and the voice brushing right against the outer shell of your ear makes it impossible for your conviction  of being hallucinating  to stay solid. You do your best to swallow down the huge knot that’s tying your vocal chords, but never has something felt so difficult.

The voice sounds distorted, polyphonic even, it seems like it’s your entire body that’s listening to it, that he is talking right to your very spirit; there’s not much you're able to do other than never leaving it’s reflection from the mirror, silently observing how Choso actually looks like. Turns out that Yuji’s quite capable of depicting his brother, who’s wearing that exactly black robe - traditional clothes you’d say, something truly antiquated - the black line tracing the center of his face side to side turns out it actually looks like it is bleeding something .. thick, something you truly don’t want to find out what it is … or do you ? 

The tip of your tongue suddenly feels like tingling at the thought, but it’s when you finally set your eyes onto his that you realize there’s something truly wrong with you. They look sleepy, haunted, pitch black pupils so large they almost cover every trace of white in it, looking downwards straight at you.

“ why are you not scared ? ” Choso doesn’t fail to give you chills exactly like the first time, fist gripping the towel so tight your knuckles are turning fully white.

“ you’re .. you’re not real.  ” still not able to turn around and face whatever is behind you, you finally manage to speak, trying whatever you can to gain back the last bits of your sanity. Fool. 

In the blink of an eye, the creature is right in front of you, leaning his face down, down at a mere palm from yours, trying to stare into your soul through your eyes. Black strands fall down his forehead like thin spikes, contrasting so much with the alabaster shade of his skin, just like the like on his nose, which you notice it’s starting to elongate a little through the cheeks.

“ you know I am. ” his lips stay flat despite the tone of his voice now resembling a scraping screech, those eyes of his being just a moment ago heavy lidded, are now fully open, observing your face with a creepy accuracy, almost as if he’s looking for something in your expression. “ do you.. think I’m handsome ? ” 

A pop of color finally appears on your skin, a sheer pink coloring up your cheeks hearing that question. 

So he was actually there the whole time.

“ yes – ” unlucky for you, the pain you feel after slapping both your hands on your mouth is way too bland to distract your mind from the unholy thoughts it is forming. 

“ yes ? oh, you are a strange one. ”  so tall, so broad, so.. fucking hot. It’s like one of your deepest fantasy just became reality, but the monstrous nature of it makes it almost impossible for you to understand what your body is telling you : are you supposed to run and never come back in this place, hoping not to end up in a psychiatric hospital, or to realize that the dampness in between your leg is not a product from the shower ? 

His eyebrows suddenly furrow, the distance between you dissolves into nothing as he almost beauties his nose into your collarbone. Choso emanates such a cold energy, your body gets immediately covered with goosebumps, and your nipples so perky their shape become visible though the fabric of the towel that’s barely hanging on your body by now. 

There’s not a single word you can think of as he slowly brushes the tip of his nose along your skin, confusion contorting his face as much as yours, since you do not understand what's happening. You even just got out of the shower for god’s sake !

“ you’ve got a strange smell on you, y\n.  ” just like this, hearing your name pronounced by his distorted, but somehow softer voice,  the need to brush your tights against one another becomes impossible to ignore, embarrassment making your body tingle and step back, only for you to hit the wall. That’s when it hits him, a careful observer for being a ghost . “ is it arousal ? ”

“ what ? no –  no ! Absolutely not.  ” and who, exactly, are you trying to fool ? Acting as if your entire body isn't asking for whatever that creature is to touch it; it recognizes the presence that’s been haunting you lately while you were taking care of Yuji, the lingering cold sensation behind your neck when you brought the kid to the park, or when you tucked him in bed. 

Your skin remembers it, and now, it’s craving it.

Choso steps closer, as if he has not even the slightest clue about what personal space is, his fingers slowly curl around the knot that’s keeping the towel on your body.

“ do you want me to please you ? ”

A loud crash makes your head turn immediately to the side, and just like that, you wake up in your fully dark bedroom, the window shudders wide open because of a strong huff of wind. Why are you in your room ? How ? Your head spins like from a hangover, you look around and there’s nothing strange, your body still wrapped around you. 

I was so tired that I collapsed, that’s all.

After properly closing the window, you fall back on the bed, eyes looking at the ceiling when those sensation’s memories hit directly your skin : it’s almost as if you can feel the tip of that ghost’s nose brushing against your neck, and you can’t help but envy that version of your dream who got to directly experience that. Because it was a dream, right ? 

The strangest thing of all is that it felt so real, it's obvious that the whole Choso situation with Yuji is sticking to you after all this time, but it’s not the first time you have a wet dream about some supernatural creature or a horror’s villain. Nonetheless, the frustration is hitting your need for pleasure hard, so it’s only natural for your fingers to reach down between your tights.

Untying the towel once and for all, as the fingertips find your throbbing clit, you pinch one of your nipples just enough to make yourself whimper –   his name.

“ Oh God, Choso, right there ..  ” your voice soft, inner tights getting wetter and wetter as you build up the pleasure you wish it was him giving you, with closed eyes  you imagine his fingers touching you, his broad figure hovering over you as his eyes drink your pleasure expression in.

What your mind can’t even conceive, is the fact that not only Choso is real, but he is in the room with you,  hiding in that particularly dark corner right in front of your bed. His tall figure perfectly merges with the absolute absence of light, admiring your body reacting to the pleasure you’re feeling thinking about him.

After you passed out in the bathroom, Choso thought he finally managed to scare you once and for all to the point of convincing you to go away and leave him alone with Yuji’s full attention; yes, he’s been jealous of you since you firstly came, the way his little brother couldn’t stop talking about you made him angrier every time he saw you coming back to his house, despite his tentatives to scare you away. They always worked with other babysitters, why not with you ? Choso sensed something was different with you the first time he heard you asking if he was cute, but never had he imagined you had such a .. attraction for something like him.

It is not the first time he observes you from your own room, he got curious with time, but never has he seen you do something like this. Maybe this is the reason he can’t take his haunted eyes off of your sopping wet pussy, or maybe it’s because of the unbearable urge to touch it. To taste it –    to feel it. He is so used to you being asleep, that he doesn’t think before stepping out of the corner, his steps not making a single sound of course.

“ so you do want me to please you. ”

On the other hand, you are so caught up in your own pleasure, eyes shut while you try to remember every single detail about him, that you’re convinced you’re imagining his voice.

“ touch me- pleeeease touch me. ” your words are a mere whisper brushing against your own lips.

It sounds like enough for him to get closer, and closer, as a haunting spirit he is, until you sense the bed sinking under something’s weight. 

You finally open your eyes, pulled away from your fantasy.

Your mouth immediately opens up to let out a scream Choso doesn’t let come out by putting his hand on it.

Oh I’m soooo fucked.

He’s silent, head slightly tilted to the side trying to understand your reaction, given the way you were begging him just a moment before for him to touch you in such a scandalous manner. Then, the same smell as before hits him, way stronger this time, and his eyes slowly fall onto the hand you were using to give yourself pleasure. Choso wraps his fingers around your wrist, under your attentive gaze, he slowly brings your hand towards him, letting your wet fingertips brush against his lips.

Your heart pumps so fast into your chest you can feel the rhythm into your eardrums, watching a haunting entity taste your pleasure : the tip of his tongue swipes against the few stains on his lips, before sliding your fingertips into his mouth, gently sucking on it with, what it seems, a crescent greediness. 

“ I want more. ” His touch is way more gentle than what you could ever expect from whatever Choso is, those droopy eyes of his set on your face as he sets both your mouth and your wrist free. Your supposition about him becoming particularly interested in your body slowly takes form into his gestures, his body sliding down the mattress until he’s facing your ridiculously wet folds.

Your intentions get more wicked every moment Choso spends looking at you, making you spread your legs a little bit more, silently giving him all the access he needs to get what he wants,

What both of you so desperately want. 

His mouth is cold against the tender flesh of your center, latching his lips onto your sensible button and hollowing his cheeks creating a suction so sudden that makes your head sink into the pillows, your hands immediately finding grip onto his hair.

Is it actually happening ? You’re getting eaten out by a .. spirit ? Demon ? whatever Choso is, he’s making your whole body tremble with so much pleasure, your eyes are already starting to tear up from the stimulation. You barely manage to open them, feeling the urge to look with your own eyes at what he is doing, and oh –   the black line cutting on his nose is bleeding.

Black streaks falling down his cheeks like pitch black tears, his lids fallen closed as his eyebrows are furrowed than ever, but the best of all are the his whimpers mixed with the wet sounds of his mouth making out with your sopping wet pussy. 

“ fffffuck Choso ‘m gonna cum–   gonna cum  gonna cum gonna cum ! ”  you’ll thank god later for your room being downstairs, meaning that Yuji could not possibly hear you anyways, because his big brother is revealing himself to be capable of making you a moaning mess by just a few wipes of his incredibly skilled tongue.

White spots hit your vision together with an orgasm so intense, you didn’t even realize how desperately you were tugging at his hair; now, that he’s slowly getting up, you notice his now free, long black strands falling down to his shoulders, making him even more hauntingly attractive than he was before.

“ I liked it, I want to give you more. ” right before he could bury his face once more between your thighs, you miraculously manage to stop him by holding his face with both your hands, a small chuckle filling up your chest in response to his instinctive drive. 

“ easy on that, handsome ghost, ” you sit up despite the wobbly tights, freeing his cheeks from your hands, only to carefully wrap your fingers around the hems of both sides of his outer robe. “ would you like me to make you feel as good as you did to me ? ” the bold move you could have never imagined yourself doing, trying to undress an ancient spirit out of pure lust.

“ me ? ” the genuine confusion on his face makes him appear so pretty to your eyes, letting you fully undress him from both the robe and the under robe, exposing a perfectly sculpted torso that leaves you out of words for a moment or two, almost fully distracting you from what he says. “ I don’t know if a Yokai can feel it. ”   

Maybe undressing his was the smartest move you could pull, because as your absolutely starstruck eyes gaze down his torso, fingertips delicately tracing the curves, you notice his hakama pants tenting up. A lot.  

“ so that’s what you are, mh ? It must be so intense .. ”  your voice honeyed with intention, while your fingers work their way down to his bulge, carefully wrapping around it to give it a gentle squeeze, just to taste the waters. “ have you never been touched ? ”

“ n-no.. I’m too —  nggh! monstrous ” the definitive proof that this Yokai is a mourning virgin  it’s not just the whimpers sliding off of his mouth, but the way his black mark keeps bleeding more and more. You can’t help but bite down your own lower lip and squeeze a little bit more around his growing hard on.

“ monstrous ? Nonsense, ” you can feel him tense under your touch, even more when your fingers begin to undo his pants, under his begging eyes, which Choso tries to cover with a hand on his face for the .. embarrassment ? There could rise a debate on who’s the true monster now between the two of you, given the way you’d devour him if natures were switched. “ you are captivating, Choso. And incredibly talented with your tongue. ” 

The sight of his cock being finally freed from his clothing’s constriction becomes the only thing capable of catching your attention. There’s some think purple veins tracing his V line reaching the base, a couple of them spreading along the discreetly long shaft; but it’s the thickness that makes your mouth water, the mushroomy tip already leaking some precum because of your hand. 

The temptation is way stronger than your ability to resist. You fall on all fours, the bed slightly creaking under your movements as your lips reached for his glistening tip, licking away some of those precum beads. A low, shattered cry fills Choso’s chest at the warmth of your lips, now fully wrapping around his tip, sucking it gently enough to let him get used to the sensation. 

There’s a cold sensation filling up your mouth, almost as if you were sucking on a popsicle, you sprawl out your mouth wide inch by inch you take in, until it reaches the back of your throat. The more he moans, holding onto your hair as he begins to almost crawl into himself, incapable of managing the waves of pleasure, the more you’re getting wet. Oh, you’re already a mess, your juices wetting your thighs. 

“ ‘s too much— does .. aaah! does it — always feel like this ? ”  his question sounds so genuine you feel devilish about the level of list that’s guiding your actions as much as your mind, now fully blown away by the fact that you are, indeed, sucking a spirit off. After lulling your tongue out of your mouth, swiping away the drooling mess you’ve made around him, a wicked smile curles up your lips, as you stand your torso back up to face him. Well, almost. 

He’s a really tall Yokai, the most you manage to reach is his sternum, looking up at him, the face of someone who’s barely holding it together. But is it going to stop you ? 

You’re definitely the one who should be in hell for the way you hold his cheeks with both your hands, lowering his face towards yours, enough to put your lips on his. The kiss is slow at first, not at all rushed, especially because of how still Choso is at first; you begin to move your lips, guiding him until he does the same, soft whimpers shattering between your mouths as the kiss develops into something sloppier. You yourself said that he’s a talent with his tongue, nonetheless it surprised you how much he tries to entangle it with yours, lips slicking and sliding against one another.

“ want me to make it feel even better, mh ? ” the contact stops when you let your mouth slide to the corner of his, then to his jaw, until you reach that specific point under his ear. “ want to know how does it feel to be inside me ? ” one last bite to his lobe, and you’re back at looking him in the eyes. Yours lighted up by a sparkle that matches his, deep curiosity on both ends, the unbearable need to give in to it. 

He nods, almost as if you sucked his voice out of him through his cock and now, biting your lips, lids heavy with the nastiest intentions, you grab his hand and guide him on the bed, between your legs. Hovering over your naked body with his, you can feel his tip brushing against your clit, the sensation makes you gasp a little, already greedy for more. 

“ but I don’t .. know how to do it. ” Choso surely feels a bit clumsy, his body rigid on yours since he clearly doesn’t have any idea of what to do. Despite the nature of the moment, you can’t help but find him incredibly sweet, it’s most certainly the first time you do it with a virgin. 

A virgin Yokai.. I’ve officially gone insane.

“ don’t worry Cho, let me take care of you. ”  with your hand you reach for his throbbing shaft, which you can feel twitching against your palm, then, against your slick hole impatient for a taste of his ghostly vigor. The tension Choso released from his muscles comes back the exact moment his tip slides in, a single taste of your velvety rings sucking him in turns out it’s enough to make him hide his face into your collarbone. “ gooood boy, just like that. ”

The deeper he slides in, the more delicious it feels to be stretched out by his thickness, his vein’s textures brushing against your weak spot right after his plump tip, ripping a moan out of your chest before he’s fully inside. Both your hands now find his upper body, one holding onto Choso’s strong back and the other entailing with the long black strands behind his neck; his cold breath shatters against your flush skin, and if he had a functioning heart, you know you’d feel it thumping against your own chest.

“ sssooo good so damn  good –  you’re so tight y\n.. ” the polyphonic tone of his words reach your ears even more shattered than before, dragging words with the weight of a pleasure he’d never felt in a span of time you couldn’t even conceive. Choso finds the strength to hold his bodyweight onto his forearm pressed on the mattress near your face, his lids so heavy he’s barely keeping them open to look at your spit slicked lips and flushed cheeks.  “ can I move ? please, pleeeease let me. ” 

“ of c-course Choso, go on.. want you deep inside me –  ”  it is your luck that he needs a moment to adjust and find his own rhythm, nonetheless, the feeling of his rock hard cock dragging over every ridge inside you drives you insane already, the memory of your previous orgasm imprinted very lively into your body. 

And just like a puppy in rut, his hips begin to snap against yours, slamming fast and sloppy, chasing after something he’s way too desperate to experience on his own skin. This makes both of your similar, ina certain way : a human eager to being fucked by something supernatural, reaching for a level of pleasure no other man could bring you to, and a yokai, bound to an eternal mourning state, so desperate to feel something as intense as his sns of isolation.

It will be something interesting to think about in the future, when Choso will no longer be folding your body into a nasty mating press, ice cold hands hooking behind your knees pulling his cock all the way to the hilt, head smooching your womb as a claim. 

“ I’m.. I feel something, ”  Choso is properly crying out his words by now, the black line on his face, now wide enough to “cut” it in a perfect half, is bleeding so much it is starting to run down his neck and torso. “ nnngghh!  it’s so intense ! ” 

“ d-don’t hold back Cho –  fuck me faster baby, come on ! ”  your body was already on the verge of giving up under his hips frantic slams, and it was probably the way you started clenching around him that he’s fully losing his mind. It is a true sight you mark into your brain before you can realize, mushy and sloppy on a bed that seems about to give up under Choso’s neediness.

His torso falls onto yours once more, knees digging into the mattress as he suddenly lifts you to make your thighs straddle him, his arms wrapping so tight around your hips you know it’s going to mark you with bruises. You anchor your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as Choso hammers his cock so deep inside you, you’d swear he’s past your cervix. 

Bright red marks get traced by your nails digging into his back muscles, the sound of wet bodies clapping against each other getting loud –  you’d notice it and beg whoever in the sky to not let Yuji wake up to the noise, if only your brain wasn't all mushed up by Choso’s pummeling head inside you, a creamy ring forming around his base, your ass cheeks getting all red and bruised each time his balls slam against them.

“ I’m cu- fuuuuck I’m cumming – ”  your mouth can no longer be used to form whatever word, your lips being shaped as a “o” and your tongue numb, even your eyes are rolled all the way back. The only logic thing you manage to do is biting down at Choso’s shoulder to suffocate the incredibly loud moan as soon as the orgasm shatters through your body like a furious thunder.

Choso stutterers a couple of thrusts more as he releases himself inside your throbbing cunt, liquids gushing out of you and directly on his tights and mattress. None of you speak, none of you dares to move, drained out of energy, the same that’s now drenching the sheets probably. 

Your bodies feel glued together when you firstly try to fall back on the bed, still straddling his thighs, yous feeling too bruised to keep that position. 

“ are you.. altright, Cho ? ”   a small smile appears on your reddened lips, admiring the mess you both made of each other : his alabaster skin is shiny with what looks like some kind of sweat - can yokai actually do it ? - the ridges of his torso filled with whatever substance kept bleeding out of his face, some pitch black strands sticking to his forehead before he brushed them away with his hand.

Choso doesn’t answer at first, observing you with a heavy chest slowly moving up and down, until he begins to crawl at you. Like a predator. The color of his eyes it’s not fully black, and on his lips ? A devilish grin that makes your skin itch with spookiness.

With his face at a palm to yours, he simply says.

“ I want more. ”

[ymirspygmalionism]

boyfriend!Choso lets you peg him ♡

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀art's credits go to @\cakkezzz ♡

It started as a joke, with a smack on his ass and laughter filling up the walls of your bedroom.

“ ‘s not fair Cho, your ass looks so inviting ! “  moments like those certainly weren't unusual with your boyfriend, especially when both of you were high as fuck with the best weed that could be found in the entire campus. “ truly wish I had a dick ‘cause hooooly “

From the outside, one could not really tell how much Choso actually took care of his figure, working out to sculpt a body capable of enjoying the psychedelic effects of his best selling products. And with all his hard work came a perfectly round, firm ass, which only fed into that fantasy of yours of pegging your boyfriend into a squirming mess. 

Oh, you knew he’d look incredibly hot with his big bark puppy eyes all watery for the stimulation, begging you to go faster, maybe even deeper.

“ gotta buy a strap ‘nd spoil my princess I guess. “ then, you dead weight fell on the sofa, eyes red and smoke forming a faint cloud all around you while snacks went forgotten, as your clothes ended up on the floor and your bodies tangled in a sloppy mess.

…

“ fuckfuckfuckfuck –   just like that ! “  Choso’s fisting onto your sheets trying his best not to bust a nut right there, eyebrows all frowned and pouty lips as he looks at you, words dying in his throat with pleasure taking over him.

“ look at that baby, doing so good, so good f’ me.”  you’ve got him on all fours spread in front of you, his hand holding onto the shits miraculously not tearing them up, keeping his tight hole in plain sight for you to admire how easily three of your lubed fingers pump inside him. ” Think you’re ready to take my cock ? “

Your voice comes with your fingers going knuckles deep inside, his eyes rolling back into his skull,  only choked whimpers coming out his parted, spit slicked lips. 

“ ngh – p-please –  fuuuck I –  I am. “  this sight is one you’ll never forget for sure, the way his long hair frame his face, smashed against the mattress while looking back at you,  so messily yet so perfectly, the adam’s apple jolting non stop with his desperate tries of begging for you to fuck him even more sensless than he already is. 

Not to mention the precum beading at his spongey tip, that you, being a merciful lover, fist just enough for his shaft to get the friction that Choso’s body immediately chases by rutting his hips against your hand. You want him to feel good, relaxed enough for everything to go smoothly and the most enjoyable for that whimpering mess your boyfriend has just become.

“ keep looking at me baby, want to see your pretty eyes while I fuck you, ”  with lube dripping down the sheets, hands holding onto his hips, you slowly jerk yours until you bottom out inside him. “ niiiiice and deeeep, just like that. ”

Not in a million years would you imagine Choso arching his back this way : his back muscles tensing up enough to make every ridge, every curve perfectly visible for your eyes to drink in, and pushing his gorgeous round ass up for you to enjoy as well. And oh, what a sight. Your moans mix with Choso’s as you start moving, hips engaging at a controlled pace in order to stretch him properly before you completely lose your mind.

“ oh God –  fuck ! y-yes –   yeeeess faster ! ”  before you could realize, his hands are spreading his cheeks allowing you to go even deeper, and you swear you’d cum from this sight alone, your juices running down your tights already.

“ yeah ? wanna get fucked like a slut ? ”  a loud smack! hits the soft skin of his ass cheek, a red mark already appearing on the pale flesh, but you don’t give him the time to elaborate the sensations, since he’s being so greedy for it, why not reward your oh so caring boyfriend that made your fantasy come true ?  You get a fist full of his long strands, making him arch his back even more, enough for your lips to brush against his year and teasingly bite it, hips thrusting against his faster and faster.  “ you love it, don’t you ? “

“ nngh f-fuuuck y\n –  ’m cumming –   pleasepleasepleaseplease ”  a small laughter vibrates into your chest, still fisting his hair since it’s the only way he’s keeping his face up for you to admire. A deep thrust hits his g-spot perfectly, making him cry out a moan so loud, you know everyone else in the building is listening.

“ aight my love, since you’ve been such a good boy f’ me, ”  another deep thrust. And another. And another, your other hand grips onto the now tender flesh of his ass leaving your fingertips marked with soft purple stains.  “ let me see how much you love this, cum.”  the load he spurts onto your sheets literally pool on the fabric, his body gives up completely to the orgasm shock, face falling into the pillows with heavy panting, forehead sweaty.

Your lips trace a trail of small kisses on his back, as you carefully move your hips away from him, finally allowing him to fully fall onto the bed to recover.

“ messier than usual, aye ? ” of course you can’t stop smiling, laying on the bed with your head held up by your hand, the other gently stoking the back of Choso’s, who now looks at you with eyes full of .. something new, wild, almost greedy.

“ you just fucked me stupid, angel, what did you expect ? ”  the small curve of a smile on his lips sends shivers down your spine with satisfaction, a spark lights up your eyes.

“ let’s see what happens with round two. ”

[kamiflix]

▶︎︎ Dollhouse (starring . Toji Fushiguro & Jin Itadori)

synopsis . In which you’re the neighborhood babysitter who’s caught the attention of the neighborhood's hottest dilfs. When Toji can’t afford to pay you, Jin steps in to save the day with an offer that pulls all three of you together for a night. content . afab!reader, size kink, manhandling, threesome, heavy tension, spitting, fiiiiilth, perversion, finger sucking, men flirting, breeding kink(s), implied age gap—they’re older (yuji & megumi are kids), lotsss of oral sex, slight humiliation, mentions of panty stealing, tojikuna sneak (i can’t help myself), double penetration, pussy slapping, lots of dirty talk (they’re both nasty with it), overstim, dumbification, general mentions of sukuna, petnames, surprise ending (as always), almost & eventually getting caught, fluff if you read this with ur eyes closed, "hints" of jin x toji, etc.

word count . 8.6k | author's note: art from here—ive had this in my drafts ever since i set my eyes on tht art btw. this fic goes out to my lovers @uhnosav & @fricks since ik this was most anticipated by you both <3

You were never the strongest person when it came on to hot older men—a fact of which you'd come to terms with long before you started babysitting the children of said hot older men.

And yet, for some reason, Toji Fushiguro was finding utmost difficulty in convincing you to do one little favor for him.

Now, being one—out of two—of your neighborhood's most desired single fathers, Toji thought this conversation with you would go far smoother than it was currently playing out. Perhaps it was his own ego that deluded him to this point or your persistent stubbornness but, either way, he wasn't asking you for that much.

You'd been dodging his texts and calls all week prior, so when he caught sight of you fishing through an assortment of vegetables at the local grocery store, he figured he couldn't have asked for a better opportunity to speak with you.

It's been about fifteen minutes since he started running that big mouth of his and yet most of his words seem to be going through one ear and out the other.

Why? Because it's obvious he wants you to watch Megumi for free tonight.

His hair was a mess of dark tresses like always and the casual wear he wore to conceal his unfairly beefy body never failed to coax your eyes into dipping towards places they probably shouldn't have—catching the way his broad shoulders strained against the worn-out black shirt he had on.

You listened keenly while he complained though, giving short nods as if you didn't know where he was going with the bullshit list of complaints he was dumping on you…

"—Said all that to say, I need ya' tonight, but I don't have the money," And there it was. Toji finished off with a heavy exhale, staring at you with those heavyset green eyes of his and waiting for some sort of reaction.

He’d spent all that time listing bills, repairs, school fees—and a bunch of other extra stuff—in hopes of properly fooling you.

You halfway roll your eyes at the man, having seen straight through him from the beginning. “I dunno, Mr. Fushiguro. The last time we had this conversation, I ended up watchin’ Megumi for a whole month—free of charge.” You reminded him sternly.

Toji often had a way of letting that intimately-shaded gaze of his silently convince you into giving him what he wanted. You hated how easily you’d fallen for it in the past but it was finally time to put your foot down and somewhat stand up for yourself.

His eyes would flick over you without a single care in the world as to whether or not you caught onto the heat behind them and his jaw neatly sat taut with the tension of stress in between his words, “I know, I know. But, c’mon, y’know m’good for it… eventually. I paid ya’ back, didn’t I?”

You shrug rather sheepishly before glancing towards the shopping cart full of groceries in front of you, “Yeah, after another three weeks of reminding you to.”

Toji clicks his tongue and steps closer, the scent of his thickly cheap cologne seeping into your space in a way that made you feel hot. “That won’t happen this time, I promise. It’s jus’ for one night. Can’t you do that for me?”

You look at him, trying to ignore how his gaze unreasonably has you second guessing your will to say no. “I have other kids to watch over tonight, Mr. Fushiguro. Other kids whose father's pay me on time.”

“Fuck those kids,” Toji puffs out without thinking. He quickly regrets his words when he sees the look of disapproval plastered all over your face. Clearing his throat, “Megumi is your favorite to look over, no?”

“He's quieter in comparison to the rest so, sometimes, yeah.” You explain to him honestly. Your full attention diverts from him as you reach over for the item you'd been scouring aisles for prior to him approaching you, dumping it into your cart after.

Toji has to refrain from acting like a big ole brat in reaction to not exactly getting his way with you. Sighing, “Then why is this even up for debate?” He asks before inching closer to your cart and then placing a hand on its edge to lean against, “C’mon, doll, y’know you wanna do this favor for me. I'll make it up to ya'."

You'd be lying if you said you weren't feeling the least bit tempted when he spoke to you like that.

Looking at him in a way that makes him feel like you weren't convinced in the slightest, “Only if I’m getting paid." Your words fall flatly off your tongue and his shoulders slump as you continue, "I’m not gonna keep repeating myself to you—“

“Excuse me,” A kindhearted voice soothes in from your left and Toji’s right.

When you both turn, you’re met with gentle eyes hidden behind a neatly sat pair of glasses that are edged with a slivery frame. The bright pink hair strikes your recognitive nerve and makes you sigh in relief.

Now, if you had to pick a favorite client or family, it would definitely be the Itadori’s. Though, their family was a lot rowdier than the Fushiguro’s.

The sweater adorned over Jin's body is nothing short of spotless and you hate how it's one of the first things you truly register as that initial wave of surprise fades. The clean white knit that clings close enough to his frame to hint at the solid build hiding beneath it does little to help you stay focused on the conversation at hand.

You take in his appearance in the same fashion you took in Toji's—catching how his crisp sleeves push up just enough to reveal his forearms, a neat silver watch wrapped around his wrist as his hand unconsciously flexes against the handle of the basket he's carrying.

“Ah, sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt,” Jin hums in that easy going tone that has you forgetting about Toji for a moment and melting on the spot.

Your eyes widen all apologetically as you shake your hand to dismiss his benevolently murmured statement. “No, no, you’re fine.” You insist before cutting your gaze back Toji's way, “We were just wrapping up anyway, right, Mr. Fushiguro?”

He rolls his eyes sassily and scoffs right in your face, “Like hell we were.”

“I am not babysitting for free.” You press.

Under that brawny frame of his, something desperate threatens to spill out from his expression as he frowns, “But—“

“I could pay for him.” Jin offers suddenly, mindlessly looking past you.

You both turn your heads again.

“What?” You blink.

Tojis scoffs, “Or she could stop bein’ such a brat ‘n just—“

“Toji, c’mon now." Jin cuts in, ever the mediator. "You're looking for a sitter for tonight, yes?" His question dulls over to Toji as he brushes against you to reach for some tomatoes and bring them closer for inspection.

Grumpily redirecting his displeased gaze elsewhere, Toji sighs, "Yeah.."

"Perfect because Yuji's being watched tonight!" Jin tells him immediately, weighing the tomatoes in his palm and switching through a few before settling on the one closest to perfection.

You also hate how closely you're paying attention to him but, it's a habit you've yet to break out of.

At the sound of his cheerfully expressed statement, your eyes get impossibly wider and you try your best to send the all-too-kind man a disagreeing look, "Mr. Itadori, please, you don't have to—"

"No, no, I insist." He tells you, the softness of his gaze promptly wafting over your worried expression. "Our kids are best buds and you're Yuji's favorite sitter, I don't mind covering all charges."

How responsible, you think to yourself.

Toji clicks his tongue before you can respond to that, clearly irritated, "You don't gotta do that, Jin."

"I know," Jin sets one of the tomatoes back, feeling more satisfied with another. "I want to."

Dryness invades your throat and suddenly you're hating every slight bodily reaction you're having because of this man—whether it be internal or external. The way his words run off of his tongue, all intentional and collected as if showing off were the last thing he meant to do in the moment.

There was something about how he wasn't speaking like he wanted to swoop in and make Toji look bad—how he makes his offers like it's the most obvious thing to do, like taking care of things 'n people is just second nature to him.

Fuck, you're quickly reminded why his family is one of your favorites to be involved with. "That's uh," You clear your throat so that your admiration for the man doesn't blurt itself out, "That's really generous of you."

Jin's gaze shifts onto you again, this time with a little more warmth than you're expecting. Since he's closer now, a faint scent of something fresh sweeps your way. "Well, you'd be doing the both of us a favor," He smiles reassuringly, "Yuji's mentioned how he wants to hang out with Megumi more and I'd hate to disappoint him knowing I had the perfect opportunity to set that up for him."

Something embarrassingly dramatic flips about in your chest. Of course Yuji's feelings are his top priority.

The weight on the side of your cart from Toji's leaning on it lifts away as he folds his arms and mutters something—assumably slick—under his breath.

Your ears don't catch it but Jin's seem to with the way he chuckles lightly and pats the man on his shoulder completely unbothered, "You can pay me back whenever you're able." He says plainly before adding, "Or don't. Whatever works best for you, Toji."

You're much too busy glancing back and forth between the two men, noticing how comical the contrast is.

Toji, much taller and brooding—leaning against your cart again like he owns the damn thing and all space surrounding, and rumpled cottony shirt stretching unfairly against his massive build.

Meanwhile there was Jin, who's posture was straighter and sweater brighter as if he put love into every wash. Even the groceries in his basket were neatly arranged like he actually planned for every meal throughout the week, while Toji carried a singular pack of beer.

The difference makes you snort, lips twitching to bite back your amused smile before you look away in hopes of hiding your reaction.

Jin notices first—because of course his attention divides between you and Toji flawlessly—and then a flicker of something unknown twirls within his eyes as he tilts his head slightly, "Unless uh, this is too much for you? Watching both kids?"

Now your stomach was fluttering. You wanted to roll your eyes at yourself, at how easy a simple question had you feeling like a ditz. "Huh?" You gape, shaking out of your daze directly after, "No, it's fine. I can make it work."

Toji exhales rather victoriously—happy to have gotten what he wanted one way or another.

Jin's smile spreads wider and every feature on his face seems to soften again, "Good. I'll also throw in a little extra for all these last-minute changes."

"You really don't have to do that," You say quickly.

"I know," He echoes his earlier statement, "I want to."

There it is again.

Your gaze dips at that, finding difficulty in keeping yourself calm with how smoothly things work themself out with him. "Thank you, Mr. Itadori," You manage pliantly, eyes caught on how the white fabric stretches faintly against his arm as he shifts his basket from one hand to the other.

You felt like you were going insane—gawking at both of these men like you didn't know any better. Control yourself, slut.

"Jin," The man corrects suddenly, earning the eye contact from you again.

You swallow thickly enough for both he and Toji to notice. Which is exactly why the darker haired man rolls his eyes, "Oh brother."

"Thank you, Jin." You say as you ignore Toji entirely.

Stepping back to give you enough space, "Well then, I'll see you all tonight, yeah?"

You nod and Toji grumps, earning a nudge on his arm from Jin just as you begin to wave the men off and turn down a nearby aisle to continue your shopping from earlier.

The two men watch you leave with the same look in their eyes before you disappear from their line of sight entirely. They stand together silently for a moment as the squeak of your cart steadily fades into the low hum of the store and blends in with all other sounds.

Then, Jin lets out a sigh that causes the air between them to change, "She’s wonderful, isn’t she?” He comments lightly, turning toward the other assortment of produce as he proceeds to his shopping.

His half rhetorical question prompts Toji to linger around. “That’s one word for it.” He says evenly, looking to him shortly after, “Now what’s the real reason behind why you did that?”

Jin doesn't move his attention from the vegetables ahead, “Hm? What do you mean?”

“I’m not buyin’ this nice guy crap," Toji's arms unfold and he slips his hands into his spacey pockets, the fabric of his sweats weighing down a little and revealing a teasing slither of smooth skin that Jin just barely peaks over at. "You can be honest with me, Jin.”

He chuckles, “Fine, fine. I’ll admit it, I do like having her over." Lifting his head to meet Toji's questioning stare, the silver frames of his glasses manage to capture the fluorescent lights overhead. "Seeing her tend to Yuji is… heartwarming, to say the least.”

Toji's mouth twitches, his scar moving in tandem, “Yeah, ‘guess so.”

“You don’t agree?" Jin tilts his head slightly as he puts on a more assessing look, "As far as her watching over Megumi goes, I mean.”

Toji shrugs not-so-casually, “Heartwarming isn’t how I’d describe it.”

A moment of silence stretches between the two men again, lacking the sense of awkwardness that's to be expected from no immediate response. Distant shopping carts are heard rattling at the ends of various aisles, people are heard laughing, kids fussing. And yet, the two hold one another in place via gazes far too intense to be platonic.

Eventually, Jin blinks and a mix of curiosity and innocence colors over his doe-like brown eyes, “Then how would you describe it, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Toji's tongue swats out to wet his lips unconsciously as he inhales slowly. Then, the word, “Sensual.” drives out of his mouth in a manner so smooth it causes Jin's brain to short circuit.

“Oh.” He chokes briefly after, surprise etching itself into his face.

Catching the silence beneath his reaction, Toji huffs, "Don't give me that look."

Jin's lashes begin to flutter elsewhere before he clears his throat, "I didn’t realize I was giving you one."

The base in Toji's voice unknowingly pitches deeper, "You always do." He blurts out, cocking his head to the side a bit as his eyes glaze down the slightly shorter man's body. "Same one you used to give me."

That statement makes Jin visibly tense up. The two men were far from strangers, even outside of the relationship between their kids. Years back and you could find Toji and Sukuna—Jin's slightly older and rougher twin brother—in a very toxically induced relationship.

So, when Toji's subtle reference to the way Jin acted towards him around that time threatens to add to the current tension between them, he can't help but freeze up a little.

"That... was a long time ago," Jin murmurs eventually.

Toji steps closer with intent, invading the little space that remained between them as he does so. "Wasn't that long," He corrected, "I still remember how you used to watch me go in and out of your brother's place like you had somethin' to say. It's unfortunate I never got that outta' you—whatever it is you had on your mind."

Jin scoffs louder than he means to, "It's not unfortunate at all considering I never had anything to say. Hence why nothing was ever said." Meeting Toji's eyes again, "You were imagining things."

A crooked smirk spreads out across scarred lips, "Yeah?" The word slips off of his tongue like it's something dirty. Jin hates how it causes him to divert his gaze again. "S'not my fault you were never good at hidin' it." Toji sneers.

"Hiding what—" Jin cuts himself clean off, his jaw beginning to flex from the stress this conversation was bringing about. After pausing to collect himself, "We're not discussing the past."

Voice softening only a fraction, Toji eases annoyingly closer, "We kinda are, Jin."

"No," He argues firmly, "We were discussing her, and the topic of conversation should've remained on her."

The moment following those words is one filled with them holding eyes. Their own history of lingering glances is thick within the air. Toji and Sukuna were quite the pair in the past but Toji and Jin existed as nothing more than a muddled mess of feelings that were never meant to be addressed.

"Y'know what, you're right." Toji nods finally, glancing off. "But, remind me what it is about her that makes you feel so uh," He clicks his tongue, "Heartwarmed?"

Jin finally manages to ignore the intimidation Toji's trying to pass off, straightening up in the way he stands before shamelessly repeating himself, "The way she cares for Yuji."

Something cockier threads into Toji's eyes, "That does somethin' for you?"

"You're asking that like you don't agree," Jin counters quickly, scoffing. "Like you haven't felt it yourself."

Toji shrugs, "I haven’t.”

“You just said it feels sensual for you.”

“Exactly," The seemingly pointless direction of this talk was going to drive Jin crazy any second now. It was downright aggravating how Toji had a response for everything, "So, I don’t agree with you. It’s not heartwarming to watch her. My eyes ain’t that respectful.”

A subtle vein ticks against Jin's jaw, “Should be.”

“Yours never were.” Toji huffs.

That seems to do it.

“Toji.” Jin spits out coldly—voice lacking whatever warmth it held earlier when you were around.

Far too delightfully, Toji smiles as he mocks him, “Jin.”

Another beat of silence pass between them before Jin finds himself entirely fed up with this and remembers that he could just walk away. So, he does.

Turning on his heels and breaking the silence with the sound of his footsteps as he tries to hurry off before Toji can say anything else.

Unfortunately for him, Toji—ever the provoker—merely stands there and waits a few seconds before deciding to call out after him in that deceptively lazy tone of his, “You always did have a thing for people that aren’t yours, huh?”

Jin pauses, unable to help himself, and turns back swiftly. His words fly out his mouth before he properly processes them, “She isn’t yours, Toji. She’s a babysitter that we both share.”

“Not in the way we’d prefer though, right?” Toji challenges.

All of Jin's composure is fractured with one simple question because what was Toji even talking about anymore? What other way would they—

“I-, excuse me?” Chokes out of Jin's throat the moment it clicks for him.

“Jin,” Toji groans this time, rolling his eyes, “For fuck's sake, drop the innocent old man act—“

“You’re older than me,” He cuts in.

“—And stop pretending like that woman doesn’t drive you crazy.” Toji finishes off.

Jin shuts up right then, letting Toji’s words fully settle into his mind. Drive him crazy? You?

Why the hell would you drive him crazy? You’re just a babysitter. The thought of looking at you in any other light feels uncomfortable.

But... not in a way that's unwelcomed. In fact, that statement seems to tug Jin out of all his delusions and force him to really think about you for a moment.

You were always responsible in his home, organized to a fault, caring for any and all family that crowded the Itadori house, and above all else—painfully distracting in a way he only acknowledged after staring for too long.

The conversation between Toji and Jin ends after that. Jin barely spares his friend—if he could even call Toji that—a goodbye before departing. The rest of his shopping is conducted with tense shoulders and a clouded head.

Jin promised himself from the moment he laid his eyes on you that he'd never look at you in that way, no matter how prettily you batted your lashes at him or how politely you addressed him. But now, because of Toji...

He can't get you out of his head and he's supposed to face you again in a few hours.

Fuck.

——

It's like every interaction prior to that revelation is suddenly put under a microscope in Jin's mind. He never thought about it that way until Toji said something—and it's just his luck that the brooding bastard chose today of all days to point it out.

Now Jin can't unsee it—can't unsee you in that aspect.

He tells himself that his thoughts of you were always innocent. Mostly, anyway. There were only a handful of times his gaze lingered longer than it should've—longer than what was appropriate. And those questions he'd asked you in the past? Those were harmless, he's sure. It can't be a crime to want to know you better, can it?

You were watching his son for hours on end, after all. It wasn't unreasonable to want to know who you were beyond your credentials and qualifications.

Which means it wasn't inappropriate to ask if anyone was taking care of you the way you take care of everyone else... right?

And when you'd said no, there was nothing scandalous about the way he offered himself. No harm in the quiet, "Would you like someone to?" that followed instinctively after.

...Right?

Fuck.

Who was he trying to convince here? It becomes rather apparent that he's been a lost cause for a while now.

There was the time you lost your phone and bent over the couch to find it. Jin hadn't meant to look—but you were right there, barely a few feet away. Where else was he meant to look?

The memory alone still makes heat trickle down to places it probably shouldn't be.

What he didn't realize was that Toji had been dealing with the same problem.

Hell, he had it worse.

A while back, when the shower in the guest bathroom broke, Toji had told you to use his instead. "Make yourself comfortable," He'd told you, unsuspecting of how this action would have great consequences to him later on.

The night he came home late from work and heard the water running is remembered vividly. The bathroom door was cracked just enough for steam to spill out into the empty hall. Megumi was asleep so the only ones to recall the event are you and the begrudgingly perverted man who'd foolishly allowed you to use his bathroom.

He didn't really see you considering the angle spared him that much reprieve but he did see the lace you left draped over the sink. Such a delicate pair of panties abandoned without a second thought.

You never noticed how they went missing after that day.

Toji told himself he kept them because he needed them, instead of simply wanting them. Because watching you with Megumi did the same thing to him as it did to Jin—the only difference being that Toji has the balls to act on it. When you spend months caring for his kid like he was yours, how else is he supposed to feel towards you?

Even the way you smile at the grumpy lil' boy is enough to have Toji thinking you might as well have the words 'breed me' written out across your forehead.

Was it wrong to look at you and think of you in ways that had nothing to do with babysitting? Absolutely. Did Toji care? Not at all.

So if it took a little needling earlier—just enough to make Jin look at you the way he already had been—then fine.

He'd take the blame for that.

——

Nightfall comes quicker than Jin expects, and he finds himself standing in front of you again far too soon.

Before he left his house and as you were talking to him—explaining what the next few hours of watching both Yuji and Megumi would cost—he was hardly able to catch the words leaving your mouth. His attention had been fixed on the gloss on your lips and the way it caught the light every time you spoke.

He was too busy wondering how sweet it would taste, how sweet you would taste.

Shortly after, Jin left in quite the hurry. Hell, his rush was made with such abruption that it may have come across as if you'd offended him. Obviously you hadn't—a mere smile and steady walk back into the house surely isn't enough to warrent any feelings of offense so, you ended up going about your job as usual.

The rest of the night then passes without incident.

Yuji falls asleep first, sprawled dramatically across the couch and Megumi keeps his weary eyes open a little longer. Similar to his father, his stubbornness happens to be what keeps him up longer than his pink-haired friend but by the time he finally knocks himself out—he's curled up in the corner of the same couch as Yuji.

You were left to carefully take each of them upstairs and tuck them in properly, returning back to the quiet kitchen afterwards.

You've just begun wiping down the counter when you hear the front door unlock with a sharp set of clicks that ring out through the otherwise silent kitchen.

You straighten up immediately.

Toji walks in first, rolling his shoulders back and scrunching up his face slightly as the tension in them eases off through his movements. Jin follows in a second later and shuts the door behind him, locking it as quietly as he can.

You angle yourself towards the counter's edge, reaching for a nearby cloth so it looks like you'd been busy for much longer than you actually had been.

The sound of their shuffling and quiet conversation fades as they approach the kitchen, Jin walking in first with a softened grin on his face.

After exchanging glances with the both of them, you offer a smile of your own and whisper, "They're asleep." as if the deafening silence of the house hadn't given that away already.

Toji makes his way over to the kitchen island and plops himself down onto one of the stools there, the poor furniture creaking slightly beneath his bulky weight. "Both of 'em?" He asks curiously.

You nod, "Mhm, Yuji was out first but it took Megumi about an hour and a half to follow suit."

Laughing quietly to himself, "Sounds about right." Toji responds.

Normally, this is the part where you'd finish up with your unrequired cleaning, gather your things, remind Jin of the total, accept your payment, and head out.

Yet, something lulls you into lingering and neither of the men seem too concerned with dismissing you just yet.

Jin moves around the counter and approaches your side, standing in front of the empty sink and letting his brows furrow, "I told you that you didn't have to clean up," He hums, turning his head your way.

You shrug sheepishly, idly wiping the counter space in front of you. "I know, I know. But, I wasn't doing anything else and it's no big deal."

“You do so much for us, doll.” Toji comments suddenly, earning your eyes on him instead.

You blink a couple times as the sudden petname throws you off. It wasn't like he hadn't called you that before but it did feel different to hear in front of Jin.

Toji's leaning forward against the counter now, his forearms resting against the cool marble, and eyes are uncaring as they take in every detail of your appearance.

Then the side of his mouth where that scar sits began to lift, "No boyfriend, huh?”

“No, no, not at all.” You rush out as if you had the answered practiced and prepared for him or something. Making up for the way you nearly came off as needy, “I don’t have much time for one.” You clarify.

The heat from Jin's gaze on you is felt before his voice soothes over, “Do you consider yourself that much to handle?” He asks.

“Hm?" Your brows scrunch up as you turn your head to him. Eye widened, "No! I’m usually just wrapped up in work and.. men these days are a handful so,” You trail off for a moment before noticing how they're both looking at you, “Ah, no offense.”

“None taken, sweetheart.” Jin's smile seems to be wider now, or perhaps more cunning.

You're not really sure.

Hell, the only thing you are sure of now in this moment is that they were both peering at you entirely different than they were earlier in the store. Or at least Jin for sure was. Where Toji's concerned, you can't say he doesn't look at you like this often.

Though, the combination of their attention definitely makes you fidget where you stand. So much so that the cloth you'd been using to wipe the counter slips right off of the edge and falls to the ground.

With a quiet curse falling from your lips, you quickly and nervously rush to reach for it only to find your hand meeting Jin's as he does the same. You don't know if it's more awkward or painfully cliche the way you two meet eyes whilst kneeled to the floor to grab some stupid rag.

His glasses frame his eyes perfectly and you can't help but notice it now that he's closer to you.

Those pretty brown eyes that are normally reflected with such a light 'n gentle color now appear to be different. While the color is inherently the same, the way his gaze steadies on your face for a dragging moment, drops down to your mouth for a second far too long, and then falls to your hand brushing against his is enough to tell you that something had changed.

You wondered if Toji had told him something—even though you're unsure what the man could've said to have Jin looking at you like he wanted to make you the mother of his future kids.

Breaking out of it, you shoot up to your feet and let Jin gather the rag instead. "I uhm," Your mind was a mess and it bothered you to no end, "I should probably get going."

Jin lifts himself up slowly and you realize just how close he is to you, his height alarmingly highlighted as you find yourself moving your gaze up just to meet his. Even so, he still manages to give you that warm smile of his, "Or you could stay, it's late." He offers.

You swallow all too loudly, the sound catching both of their ears.

Toji smirks the moment he realizes you're nervous.

"W-Well," The stutter that teeters out of you makes you want to shrink up and disappear. Unfortunately for your growing embarrassment, nothing else decides to leave your lips.

Shaking his head, "Toji's staying too, given how late it is. You could use one of the spare rooms. Choso's or Sukuna's, whatever you're more comfortable with." All his words leave him a bit too cleanly, almost as if he had prepared this suggestion to you not too long ago. "If you decide to stay, that is." Jin adds finally.

Instead of battling with your failing vocal capabilities, you settle for a nod and then take a few steps back, "Yeah, that works. I'll go move my things into one of those rooms then."

Both men noticed how quickly you try to escape the kitchen and they exchange a short glance.

They didn't even have to do or say anything else for you to pause as soon as you reach the doorway, glimpsing back at the two, "Oh but, before I forget, I'll still need payment for both Yuji and Megumi, Mr. Itadori."

Jin nods knowingly and starts to reach into his pocket for his wallet, bringing you right back into the kitchen.

“Or…” Toji drawls suddenly—causing Jin’s eyes to frantically snap onto him. No fucking way. Surely the glance they exchanged wasn't a hint toward-, “We could pay you another way.”

Shit.

This isn't how Jin wanted to go about things, not exactly. He thought there would be more of a gradual build up or something. Though, he's not quite complaining, all things considered.

Especially not with the way you seem to perk up as you look over at Toji all innocently and murmur, “Another way… how?”

——

You’ve always eyed up both Jin and Toji like you wanted them to pass you back ‘n forth but this-, this isn’t something you thought would ever happen.

When you agreed to let them pay another way—allowing your curiosity to get the better of you—they’d hauled you off into Sukuna’s old bedroom faster than you could process what was happening.

A great many hushed out questions of, “Is this okay?” and, “Can we touch you here?” came fluttering past their lips in between the wet way in which their lips met all inches of your skin.

You were a mess just from the kissing but then it quickly became something more.

Toji snatched at your top and damn near ripped your bra off just to get his greedily rough hands splayed out across your skin. His fingers eagerly pinched your nipples, tongue coming in to make up for the pain it induced, and vibrating groans bellowing out as if to soothe you over.

Then he’d come back up to your mouth, tugging your lips apart with his own and invading the space between them with sloppy wafts of his tongue. Fervently grunting against you as your lips slicked ‘n slid over one another.

Toji wasn’t just a messy kisser, he was a nasty one. He’d grab onto your jaw, snatch you in impossibly closer, grit out, “Open up f’me,” and then spit directly into your oral cavern just to seal it all in with another searing kiss.

All the while sweet Jin was much more interested in adorning the lower half of your body in softer, more delicate kisses. The plush of his lips met every other inch of you while Toji occupied your upper half.

Things were moving so fast that you hardly recall how you ended up in the first position between the two. One moment, they were both kissing you, and the next, you were lying across the bed with Jin’s flushed-out face tucked in between your legs while Toji’s cock hung leaking in front of your face.

Your head hung off the edge of the bed while Toji gathered his dick into his hand, giving himself a few slow strokes as he watched the way your hips rocked up uncontrollably against all that Jin’s delicate mouth had to offer you. Somehow, the man you thought to be oh-so-kind and gentle was everything but.

Jin ate pussy like he meant to get you pregnant with his tongue—as if feeling your honeyed slick smear across his taste buds was the single thread keeping him attached to what was happening. You’d never felt a greedier tongue before. Not even Toji’s being in your mouth moments prior could compare to the sinful skill that poured out of Jin’s mouth.

And to top it all off, you had Toji's fat cock being tugged at right in front of your blissed-out expression. His head remained tipped to the side whilst he kept his greedy eyes cast down on the bare frame of you.

He was just standing there the entire time all smug as he got off on the feel of your airy moans tickling the feverish skin of his erection, your breathy pants brushing down 'n in between his balls in a way that made him shudder. As his hand would stroke down to his base, he'd try to grip at himself a little tighter just to stop himself from cumming too soon.

Truth be told, he'd always looked at you under a perverted light—unlike the kinder man who's tongue was currently bullying your dewy folds apart—and finally having you like this made it rather difficult for him not to lose himself early on.

Hell, the first time he and Jin pawed at your shirt he thinks he groaned like some slut at the sight of your tits being hugged so perfectly within your bra. Which is exactly why he stripped the damn thing off your body and tossed it to a corner he'd definitely be going back for later. Y'know, by the time you're too fucked out to notice him slipping the lace into his bag.

As for now, the longer he stands here jerking off instead of shoving his cock into your mouth, the longer he's gonna drive himself insane.

Luckily for Toji, he's not the only one too needy in the room at presence. You prove this to him by bringing your hand up to wrap around the veiny shaft of his dick, letting your jaw fall open as you lightly pull him closer.

Toji's thin brows immediately tense up, twisting with surprise as his glistening cockhead slips against your lips and quickly in between them. Your mouth has to sprawl out wiiide just to take him in and by the time half of his length has been welcomed into your drooling mouth, he's already bulging against your throat.

A viciously haughty smile creeps out across Toji's face and he grunts, “Uhuh, don't be shy. Swallow that cock, ma. Yeahhhhhh, all nasty jus’ like that.”

The filth his heavy tone carries down to your ears is enough to have a moan vibrating off your tongue, one of which he huffs at. Your other hand—that'd just been buried in Jin's soft locks of hair—shoots out to meet the bulk of Toji's thigh.

The darker haired man quickly tuts at you, “Don’t try pushin’ me away, take it. I know you can.”

You don't know why but you're still asking yourself how the fuck you got here. You were just watching a movie with their kids not even two hours ago!

And now look at you; splayed out against Sukuna's old bed with a trifecta of oral action taking place.

Jin's grip on your thighs abruptly gets tighter than you expect it to and you're left to choke around Toji's cock as the feel of one languidly weeping tongue flutters deeper into your pussy just to tug something especially syrupy out of you.

A wet shlick! rings out with the way Jin's navigating his tongue in between your folds. The motions his oral muscle held were nothing short of hypnotic as it had your eyes rolling back and your spine arching up off the bed.

Not to mention the pairing of that with how Toji was feeding his dick into your mouth, his veins all rigidity against your throaty walls and easily making you gag weakly every time you attempted to moan or gasp.

You're sure you'd feel more pathetic in the situation you were in if it weren't for the state of sluttish pleasure you'd reached already.

“You’re so wet,” Jin's voice is heard rasping, his warm breath making a trembly descent against the spread of your legs. The glasses you'd admired so much sat low on his nose and you could feel it brushing against your skin each time he stuffed his face too far forward, “Makes me wonder how long you’ve thought about this—about us.”

“M-Mngh,” You choke around Toji again.

To which the smug bastard compliments with a painfully slow thrust. “Fuuuuck, look at that." He rumbled, "M’deep in this throat, aren’t I? Bet you’ve never had any other guy this deep, huh?”

A response doesn't even get the chance to formulate in your pretty head with the way Jin's fingers sneak in between your drooling pussy lips, sinking into your hole and beginning to scissor your insides. To make your brain fizz out all the more, in comes his gentle lips to kiss at your clit as if to worship the delicate bundle of nerves.

Following such with a whisper that smears right against you, “I bet she’s never been touched all properly like this. Poor thing probably couldn’t even take care of herself.” Jin gasps.

“Mhm, especially since she works soo hard for us.” Toji drags out right after, pulling his hips back slowly and then purposefully thrusting forward at the wrong angle just to make his cock slop against your face.

You let out a satiated little hum and he smiles at the way his balls tap at your whorish expression. Then—with no interest in giving you a moment long enough to respond to either of them—he quickly redirects his swollen head back in between your wobbly lips.

A wet bubble of spit gurgles out around his deft base as he fucks every inch of himself back in and the filthy sight leaves him to moan in relief.

Jin catches enough to whir out something soft to himself, “I see her mouth is full so maybe this pretty girl can answer our questions, hm?” He murmurs as his gaze and fully attention returns down to your cunt. “Does it feel good to get the right attention, baby?” You feel the perfectly rotating pad of his thumb lightly brand his touch into your clit, “Yeahhh?" He coos once he earns an excessive gush from your hole, "Aww, what a noisy pussy. So responsive.”

You can't help but drools sloppily all over his fingers in layers of glossing slick, your hips instinctively pulling up a little and forcing Toji's cock in all too deep.

To which your eyes cross and you try to pull your mouth away. A hand comes down to your throat and pressure is applied directly to the center, “Aht, aht, hold it.” Toji scolds as he rocks his hips forward again and feels the imprint his dick is leaving against your throat, “C’mon, make room f’me in there—lemme stretch this pretty throat out.”

You couldn't even control the way your pussy clamps around Jin's fingers tight enough to leave him gasping. “You too, sweetie. Make some room for Jin,” He hushes out, using the tip of his tongue to swirl around your clit and coax your cunt into squeezing his digits a little less, “Oh, thereee you go, relax around me just like that. Good girlll.”

The moment you do, his fingers are sloshing in and out of you at a suddenly merciless pace, prodding your g-spot with prominent taps that have your entire frame twitching.

You barely even realize your orgasm is washing over you until Toji's pulling out of your throat in a timely manner and letting you moan out for the first time. Then your hands fly back down to Jin and you're weakly pushing at him with a hoarse voice, "S'too much."

Determined brown eyes meet yours directly as his fingers merely pick up the pace and begin to stretch out your walls properly as if to prepare you for way more than you were expecting.

Toji's cock comes slathering across your cheek to grab your attention again and as soon as you look up, he spills out a sloppy load of cum all over your face. Something about the filth of it all—how dirty it made you feel—is enough to have you moaning out again as you come entirely undone on Jin's fingers.

None of you get a chance to process anything since there's a soft knock at the door shortly after.

All three of your heads turn—yours a little more jaded than the other two men.

"Shit," Toji huffs, running a hand through his sweat slicked hair.

Jin quickly shuffles up and nearly falls over as he tries to move away from the bed. Muttering like the responsible man he is, "I'll get it, hold on."

You watch him slowly walk to the door and tug at his pants to hopefully hide the boner he'd popped somewhere in between eating you out.

Before completely embarrassing himself, Jin manages to get his footing in order and tries to compose his face into something of normalcy as he reaches the door. Behind him, the bed creaks carefully as Toji shifts onto it to hopefully being out of anyone's line of sight.

“Ah, Megumi, you’re up a little late, no?” Jin clucks tenderly at the door, pressing himself out for a moment and waving back at the two of you.

The door is shut carefully behind him and you and Toji are motionless as you both strain your ears to hear to muffled sounds of the man talking to the kid.

Slowly, you and Toji look at one another before he snorts. Shaking his head, “Kid’s got the worst timin’.”

You swallow carefully and look around, “Should I—“

“Nah, c’mere.” Toji cuts off quickly, not letting you believe for even a moment that this little intervention would stop him from having you exactly the way he's wanted to for quite some time.

You're left to merely gulp before you find yourself in yet another unexpected position.

——

Jin returns to the two of you after putting Megumi back to bed and walks in to see you on Toji's lap.

Your back is to his broad chest and Toji's got one hand in between your legs as the other plays with your tits—the display set up as if to put on a show for the shyer man.

“Awh, what a pretty sight this is.” Jin says thankfully, walking up to the bed with his eyes shamefully fixated on your shiny cunt, “Cute pussy can’t even handle a couple fingers.”

“And she’s supposed to take cock? Pfft, how pathetic.” Toji says as he plucks those same thick digits right out of you and smack! smack! smacks! at your swollen folds. “Don’t even think a tip can fit in here—especially not mine.” He scoffs.

A pout pops out across your lips, “So make it fit, asshole—“

“Now, now," Jin cuts off to scold, "That’s no way to talk to the same man who’s making you feel good, is it?”

Your frown only deepens as you try your best to flash the man a pleading look in hopes of getting him to understand, “But-“

“No buts, if you want this to continue, you’ll be nice ‘n good for the both of us. Yeah?” Jin interrupts as he casually takes his shirt off.

You stupidly nod your head and Toji moves to grab your jaw, forcing your mouth open as he tugs. “Use your words, brat. Are y’gonna be good for us or not?”

Accompanying his rough way of handling you is Jin coming in close to push at your legs and get a closer look of the rude way in which Toji’s fingertips are pounding into your squelchy pussy.

“Hnngh! Y-Yes, Toji." You whine as your defiant composure melts away embarrassingly fast, "M’gonna be good.”

“That's our sweet girl.” Jin praises before leaning forward and kissing your inner thigh.

You could feel Toji’s dick throbbing against your ass due to how wet you were around his fingers.

Somewhere deep down, you wished you hated how attentive they both were to your pleasure—how they both exceeded whatever sinful expectations you had for them by a long shot.

And to think, that was mostly the start of it.

Toji had only fingerfucked you to another slippery orgasm to make sure you were ready to handle what was to come. You'd no idea that the two men planned to stuff you in one go, in the most literal way possible.

Double penetration. You'd thought about it only a few times in the past whenever you thought of both Jin and Toji at the same time but those little fantasies of yours shine little in face of the real thing.

If the first stretch of Jin's stupidly lengthy cock alone wasn't enough to have strangled moans of pure bliss flying out of your throat then his nasty words of encouragement sure as hell did.

“Yeahh?" His voice husked out against your ear just as his drippy tip kissed the very hilt of your cunt, "Does that feel good? Is Jin makin’ this sweet pussy feel good? Hm?”

All you could do was dumbly nod at him before Toji's thicker length was smudging up against where Jin held you open, his gaze focused down on the debauched sight, “Aw, look at her. Weepin’ all over that cock—what a messy slut.”

“Jin,” You gasp as you reached forward to claw at Toji’s shirt. “T-Toji..” Just as his name spilled past your lips, he was nudging himself in—pressing Jin's cock impossibly deeper and leaving your hole to be promptly stretched out on the both of them.

The whimper that exited you had Jin grunting at your neck, “Shhh, shhh. You can take it. Look at how well we both fit in here.” He assures right as Toji's dick knocked right up against where his tip had already smooched up.

The tight squeeze of it all was more than enough to let all three of you know this wasn't gonna last long at all.

Even so, Toji was trying to make every squelching second count, “Mhmm, it’s like you were made to take us both," He huffs in agreeance with Jin, leaning forward to plant kisses across your jaw, "Juuuust like this.”

The sleazy extension of his syllables causes your nails to scrape out against whatever was available, leading both of them to hiss in unison somehow.

“Ohhh, she’s gettin’ tighter, Toji.” Jin's full-on smiling now as if he couldn't feel his balls straining not to empty into you right then 'n there.

“Yeah, I feel it,” Toji tries to huff out confidently—like he’s not nearing the same edge as his pink haired friend at the moment. Focusing on you once more, his words slither across your hot skin, “Are you gonna cum on us again?”

Your nod tells them that you’re nothing short of fucked-out, especially as drool glides out from the corner of your lips while you gape, “Uhuhhh.”

“Poor girl,” Jin chuckles, the laughter making both cocks inside you twitch against one another, “She’s so fucked out she can barely think.”

One last, “Awh.” is all you get from Toji before your body adjusts everrrrr so slightly in between them and all three of you choke on a breath.

Your orgasm crashes in first and you’re pretty sure your vision is pure white as streaks of pleasure cloud your eyes. Meanwhile Jin finishes next and the feeling of your mixed cum makes Toji mutter something filthy just under his breath.

Not that any of you hear it though, considering how out of it you all are.

Then, right in the middle of you being double stuffed with creamy loads of cum and as both men try their best to fuck their release into sticking, the bedroom door swings open.

Standing directly in the middle of the bedroom is obviously you, Toji, and Jin but the sight is revealed to none other than the one and only Sukuna—who’s bedroom you’d been inside of all this time.

Y’know, in case any of you forgot (you all did).

At the sight, Sukuna’s left rightfully furious and it's of no surprise when he scoffs out a confused, "What. the. fuck."

Whoops.

Guess you should've picked Choso's room instead-

"What? Did Yuji leave some of his stuff in here again?" Comes out softly from yet another voice just behind Sukuna. Peaking his head in is none other than the one man in all this who's age isn't as controversially older, "Oh-," Choso gasps, batting his thick dark lashes, "Oh shit."

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Such a thing of wonder in this crowd ᥫ᭡. Sukuna × f!Reader × Toji

This fic is part of work in progress JJK!College AU series called Peek into my playlist : ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ where I'll write mostly smut inspired by songs from my playlist !

Summary : frat parties look borderline disgusting to you - since you're more of a club lover - and you're quick to learn you should listen to your instinct once for all. After letting yourself get convinced by your friend Shoko, to give at least a chance to Zeta Pi Alpha’s half semester party, you meet her childhood friend Satoru Gojo : exams stressed you out so much you became desperate enough to give him a chance, which he trashes away by fucking one of your sorority's sister during one of your parties. Not that you liked him or something, but you surely are a pride one, and a couple of big guys at Zeta Pi Alpha seem the right tools to give him a well deserved dose of humiliation.

Content Warning : frat!SukunaxReader, frat!Tojixreader, jjk college!AU, SMUT, threesome - F\M\M, oral sex ( m&f receiving ), double penetrat!on, anal sex, f!ngering, unprotected sex, cumflat!on, chok!ng, degradat!on&praising, Sukuna and Toji are kinda sub and they make out ! MINORS DNI

WC. 6.3k

⠀ ⠀ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ⠀ .ᐟ ⠀ Everybody here wants you -  Jeff Buckley ⠀ ⠀

“ is that — ? “  Toji’s eyes fall on you as fast as the back of his hand slaps against Sukuna’s chest, leading his bro to look in the same direction, eyebrows furrowing with annoyance, then pure confusion.

“ can’t be, right ? “  it’s so rare for the pink haired frat president to be caught off guard, but of course the cause couldn’t be anyone else’s but your presence.

At this point, you’re considered a legend at frat parties. 

Neither for some crazy tricks, nor because of something memorable you did, but simply for showing up. The fact is that you’re not one who doesn’t like to party, on the contrary, you actually love to hang out, to get ready and pregame with your beloved best friend Shoko, before wandering round and about campus until sunrise. 

The feeling of letting yourself go to the rhythm of music blasting from the speakers, alcohol’s fumes blurring your sight just enough to make all the neon lights look shinier, it all gives you that rush of adrenaline that makes you feel alive. A sensation that’s rare to find during those messy, smelly and sweaty parties at frat houses, being all crammed in one suffocating space of which the sole thought your skin itch.

There’s been times when you felt magnanimous enough to give some of them a chance, only to find yourself looking for the door barely ten minutes after your arrival. You’ve become a proper good omen for the hosts, the one whose presence could determine whether their party was going to be a flop or not. 

Voices run fast among frat guys after all. 

And it was that same voice that led Satoru Gojo to approach you without hesitation during one of Zeta Pi Alpha’s infamous half semester parties —  which house is one of the biggest. Full of confidence, with the cockiest grin curling up his lips, a red cup already filled for you to enjoy and the sluttiest low waisted jeans ever barely holding on his hips; you’ve never got to meet him before if not through Shoko’s never ending anecdotes about her childhood best friends. Him and Geto, who you also met that same night.

Long story short, Satoru’s charisma - and the general mood of the night - entertained you enough to convince you to stay way longer than anticipated, the drinks were nice and the weed even better. Luck seemed to be on the white haired guy’s side, since your exam's stress was both the reason you accepted to show up at that party, and that led you into his room barely after midnight. 

His bright blue eyes ogled you since they first caught the way that top of yours hugged your perfectly perky breasts, a curve that was impossible to go unnoticed, as much as the incredibly sexy cut of your eyes, which usually made others look away, feeling somehow intimidated by their sharpness. 

Satoru held your gaze, yes, he did in well managed steps but without actually looking, letting his body and mouth do the rest of the work following his scripted moves that always worked.

They were sweet nothings, but you were also overworked and definitely underfucked; most of all, you would have been stupidly lying if you said that Satoru wasn’t hot, and so, you gave him a chance.

Even if the whole time he was flirting with you - as a hint of annoyance discretely painted on your expression - a certain sensation began to weigh on your shoulders. Your eyes wandered around enough to catch the responsible, til they caught two of them. Incredibly broad shoulders, almost matching outfits with the fraternity’s colours, momentarily tucked in a corner with a bottle of tequila and a ridiculously fat joint

They both stared at you without noticing each other, something dark, and dangerously drawing to their expressions. Hot as fucking hell, with all that smoke surrounding their faces, so different and yet exuding the same ravenous energy. 

All of your eyes met for barely a second, and it was enough for your panties to get wetter than Satoru managed to do in thirty while minutes of flirting. 

Problem was, that dealing with two frat bros aiming for the same girl was way too much work for you that night, but you soon faced the fact that you should have known better than letting Satoru’s ego get fed on your concession, and that stupidity is the first synonyms of arrogance. 

Was it a good fuck ? Sure.

Did you ride him so good that his eyes rolled back in his skull, until he became so needy that he started to ram into you so ravenously that the bed broke ? Of course. 

But was it satisfying ? Not really. 

Nonetheless, you seemed to have worked some magic on him, making the impossible come true : Satoru blasting your phone with pathetic messages, finding a thousand and one ways of asking, begging you to fuck him senseless, just like you did at the party. It was entertaining how you “randomly” found him waiting outside of your class’s building on his motorbike, offering you a ride that ended up leading to his frat house sometimes. 

And so you kept playing around with him just to let off some steam from your study sessions, for probably around a couple of weeks, until one of your sorority’s party came : the only reason why you agreed to stay, was Shoko and the miserable state you knew you would have found her the morning after, for having dealt with your sisters’ drama all alone. Little did you know, as you opened the door to the bathroom, you found one of your sisters bent on the sink, ass out, and Satoru Gojo sniffing a line on her naked cheek while stroking his already slick cock. 

You certainly did not fall from the sky, everyone knew that he had hoards of girls he was seeing and fucking, but you had a silent line set from the beginning : it wouldn’t have bothered you unless you caught him yourself, because you hate to share. Just like you did with your toys when you were younger, seeing something you were playing with get passed from hand to hand, made your interest immediately dry out. 

The only expression that painted on your face that night was annoyance, eyes rolled up to the ceiling without even bothering enough to close the door before turning your back to them, Satoru tripping on his feet as he tried to pull his pants up and calling for you, while your sister’s face turned bright red. 

“ so it’s true. “  Sukuna grins, unconsciously showing off his pearly white pointed fangs as his eyes go from your figure - dancing with your brunette friend among the crowd gathering into Zeta Ali Alpha’s house once more - back to the beer pong table, shooting his last shot to end the match with his third win. 

“ Gojo fumbled her so fucking bad, ‘knew that kid couldn’t handle her. “  Toji takes a long sip directly from the bottle, the tip of his tongue licking off the sticky coat from his scarred lips, dark emerald eyes incapable of looking away from that stupidly tight dress you’re wearing. 

All lace, black and totally sheer. The shape of your nipples is perfectly visible through the fabric, just like that tiny black thong barely covering the front of your Venus’ mount. 

It’s been a week since you caught Satoru in that bathroom, a week of him saying sorry, saying that he got caught up in the heat of the moment and that he was thinking about you. Of course you blocked his number after the second day of never ending buzzing. But that doesn’t mean you didn’t plan on getting your sweet little revenge on him. 

So here you are, back at his frat house with the nastiest intentions of pulling the most pathetic expression from his sorry face, because there was never the chace that you’d let him go on without the regret’s sourness in his mouth. Guys like him desperately need to get humbled at some point.

He probably has no idea you’re already here, wearing a dress made to catch everyone’s eyes on you, exposing your body as your pride; needless to say, you know exactly how to play your cards, moving your curves almost hypnotically against your best friend’s body, whose more than happy to indulge in your little plan. Your ideal complicit, and that’s why you love her. 

“ you’ve got the president’s attention babe, even his second’s. “  Shoko murmurs in your ear, sending shivers down your naked back, which is what those two are shamelessly focusing on, following the line down to your perfectly round ass.

You keep on dancing nonchalantly, covering up your true intentions under your sensual ways of following the rhythm, until you finally turn to face them.

The two guys who ate you alive with their eyes when Satoru was flirting with you, drinking in every inch of your figure without a single care of even pretending not to be staring directly at you. And honestly ? You love it. 

Something deep inside you needs to feel craved this rabidly even with just a look; the best part is, that both of them seem equally ready to devour you right on the spot, and what could you possibly do, if not keep on dancing with the intention of luring them like a siren. 

Your eyes shifting from one to the other, silently challenging both to take initiative.

You don’t know who is who, but you find it interesting how similar they look in a way, despite each having their differences. There’s one with pinkish wild hair and a darker undercut, tattoos all over his body and face, where some piercings are scattered around. Eyebrow, nose bridge and ears heavy with silver jewelry, eyes of an intense red hue that’s making you bite down your lower lip. 

The other one has pitch black hair, messy, some strands falling onto his darkened emerald green gaze : there’s no traces of body modification, except for his earlobe piercings and  a single scar on the corner of his mouth. It suits him. 

You want to obscenely trace it with the tip of your tongue. 

Both of them are huge, tall enough to easily  tower over the whole drunken crowd, and each person who accidentally bumps on them have pure terror in their eyes, lowering their heads with respect before running away hoping to not get caught by their ridicously large hands.

“ call me greedy, but there’s no way I’m gonna choose just one of them. “  your eyes shift away from their faces - even if they’re still looking at you, murmuring something to each other’s ears - as you turn once more to face Shoko, your arms wrapping around her neck. 

“ then don’t. “  she simply says, smiling at you with the attitude of who has perfectly understood your wants. “ Satoru was a dick, I can tolerate it as a friend, but he deserves this little .. humiliation ritual. “  you both laugh at the thought of Satoru’s possible faces, before she kisses your cheek leaving you alone with a wink. 

Your alone time doesn’t last long anyways, as a pair of rough hands find your swaying hips and a perfectly carved muscled torso presses behind your back. Whoever it is that took the lead is matching your movements so fluently, that’s showing everything his body has to offer just right, a grin curls up your plump lips with satisfaction.

“ you ain’t someone who’s easy to let go, huh ? “  his smoky tone brushed right to the shell of your ear, goosebumps covering the skin behind your neck with excitement. “ even your friend couldn’t take her hands off of you. “  

Lucky for him, he manages to rip a small laugh out of your chest, fingers finding his tatted palms before turning to face him properly. The one with pinkish hair. He smells like liquor, somehow mint, and weed. The hints of tobacco melt perfectly with the amount of vodka you saw him chug barely moments before, making his mouth somehow even more inviting.  “ imagine how hard it'd be for you to keep your hands off me. “ 

Your hands find the spiky hair of his undercut, playing with some strands so casually it makes him look at you even more intensely, as Sukuna not at all used to such boldness from a girl he’s spending his best flirting cards with. But there’s not a hint of blushing on your cheeks, your eyes are not shying away —   you’re looking at him as smug as he is, letting one of your hand slowly slide down to his chest.

Huge, ridiculously hard muscles tense under the shirt as he feels your warm fingertips through the fabric. It wouldn’t be Sukuna, if he didn’t flex and show off his muscles at every given occasion. 

“ you’re assuming I want to keep them off. “  his grip on the soft flesh of your hips tightening just enough to feel like a claim. And you smile. 

You smile like a vixen who’s just effortlessly lured her meal right into her trap. The other hand of yours that was still behind his neck, slid down to tug on the collar of his jacket just enough to make him lean down toward your face. 

So obedient. 

You can’t help but fantasize about what else he’d do so obediently. 

“ I liked that. “  you murmur, mouth brushing against his enough to make him feel you, to stain him with your lipstick, without giving him the satisfaction of a kiss. “ but now, I need some air. “  the hold on his collar melts away just like your touch on his chest. You leave him there, alone with his tickling hands and an obscene hunger for whatever you just did to him.

Meanwhile, cold air caresses  your face as you step into the backyard, crowded as much as the inside. Steam coming from the comically large pool, people are splashing each other, bikini tops are flying away under your amused sight.

The intention of leaving the pink haired guy thirsting over your absence wasn’t the only reason for which you’ve left him there, because the black haired one seems nowhere to be found, despite having devoured you as intensely as his friend. 

Did he actually give up on you ?

“ lookin’ like someone who’d like a drag. “  an unfamiliar voice comes from your right side, not too far from you. There he is, his hips leaning against a low wall with a hunt between his fingers, which he’s showing off an offering. Biting the inside of your cheek to not flatter him too much with a grin of yours, that’s clawing its way on your lips, a couple of steps are enough to get closer. Arms crossed against your chest.

“ only if it’s the good stuff. “  he smirks, the scar on his lips adapting to the curve of his mouth as he leaves the wall to step closer. Just like the other one, he’s huge compared to you, shoulders so broad he’s blocking the light behind him, fully shadowing you

“ ‘f course, only the best for the good omen of the party. “  you can’t help but chuckle at the infamous nickname frat boys set on you, enjoying the pride as gladly taking the joint from his thick fingers.

“ charming, I’ll give you that.  “  his eyes are shamelessly set on your glossy lips as they wrap around the filter, filling your lungs with thick smoke before huffing it out, already feeling a pleasurable daze fogging up your brain.

“ verdict ? “  

“ not bad. “  lying to his face, since you’ve recognized it as the same stuff from the last time you came to their party. But where would be the fun in that ?  

“ bet I’d make it taste better. “  there’s nothing you like more than being surprised, and he certainly succeeded, taking the rolled paper back between the fingertips, he deeply smokes it before lowering his face against yours. 

His free hand finds your face, cupping your cheek while his thumb slightly parts your lips, before letting the smoke out directly in your mouth. You deeply inhale it, eyelashes fluttering at his boldness to shotgun you without the slightest hesitation of fear of being rejected. The emerald of his eyes immediately finds yours, liking his own lips, leaning deeper a kiss he’s so desperate to get.

“ Toji, what the fuck man- “  he groans, head falling down. You barely contain a laugh.  “ smokin’ my stuff without me ? “

“ Does it look like the right fucking time ?  “ you’re literally being sandwiched between them arguing, Toji nods his head towards ignoring the fact that Sukuna obviously noticed you and purposely interrupted him having his way with you first.

“ thought you wanted some air. “  Sukuna’s voice comes throatier than before, wrapping his arm around your shoulders almost as a claim. 

“ never said what kind. “  that clever mouth of yours has all the intention of teasing them to the limit, knowing damn well how competitive frat bros are. But they seemed closer than the rest since the first time you saw them, normal for a president and his second, and that’s the exact reason you wanted them both, pent up like this, barely keeping it in their pants.

“ heard her ? she  tryin’ to get away bro, get the hint. “  Toji’s hand finds the soft flesh of your hip instead, eyes thinning into a slit, his manner clearly suggesting he’s not wimping out. 

At this point, you have no idea if it’s the heat radiating from their bodies, the thick tension between their faces barely inching from each other as they both look down at you; but you’ve begun to rub your tights hoping to ease the need that’s wetting the fabric of your thong, the daze from the smoke, their strong scents mixed together, you feel like your mouth is about to drool.

“ no need to fight guys, I like to share. “

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The bad squeaked under both of their weight sitting down, you’re straddling Sukuna’s tights as he hungrily licks in your mouth making the sloppiest, most wet noises your high mind has ever heard; Toji’s not left untouched either, your fingers tightly gripping to the pitch black strands of the hair behind his neck as he bites yours, soothing the sting of his teeth with laps of his equally hungry tongue.

The skirt of your dress fouhikesnd its way up your hips a long time ago, Sukuna tugs on it while Toji’s calloused fingers get a handful of your asscheek, spanking it hard enough to make you moan into the president’s mouth. 

“ fuck, she’s a naughty one. “  Toji croaks, a smug laughter rises between the two way too arrogant bros that look at you as if they're not the ones trapped with you.

“ are you ? “  your voice comes with much more confidence than they’ve expected, probably convinced that a mere spank on the ass and a shared makeout session could ruin you.  “ did you ever share ? you two seem .. close. “  that firm palm of yours is quick to find Toji’s tenting pants, squeezing just enough to make him feel you, while Sukuna is having his president’s honor of feeling your wetness against his first, slowly humping him.

“ let’s say we’re making an exception for you. “  you were looking at Toji a bit too long than Sukuna liked, so his hand finds your chin, making you turn your head to face him properly, ruby eyes trying to put you in your place somehow. But you’re a challenge that both of them are enjoying way too much, that’s making both of them impatient and reactive as virgins to your actions.

“ yeah ? “  your hand on Toji tighten and your hips on Sukuna’s hard cocks grind with much more intention, the room fills with both of their low groans of pleasure as the cockiest grin curls up your lips, now smeared with what remains of your lipstick.  “ ‘want to see how far you’re willing to go for me. “   you shut sukuna with a kiss, biting down his pierced lip without ever easing your strokes on Toji’s length.

Holding Sukuna by the back of his head, you get closer to Toji until you leave the pink haired one to kiss him, tasting weed and tequila, your tongues finding each other greedly; your collarbone gets tortured by Sukuna’s bites and, purple stains already staining your skin when you suddenly hear your thong snap. And you're quick to steal it before wrapping the fabric around his neck like to use it as a leash to guide him into the heated kiss.

Just like that, the three of you are kissing like starved people throw themselves to a full table, saliva dripping onto each other’s chin, moans melting together while you never stop tugging at Sukuna's new leash and Toji’s aching cock. What a sight to behold, none of them notices your mouth has disappeared from the wet mess you’ve pulled them into, and you can’t help but hump the tatted one’s tenting pants while watching them make out. 

They’re so fucking hot you swear you’d cum just by watching them, the way Toji has unconsciously gripped Sukuna’s hair, mouths clashing to create the most erotic spectacle for you to enjoy until your clit feels raw against the rough jeans, an you cum around nothing crying out a “ oh m-my gooood ! “ making them snap out of the kiss. 

Those velvety rings of yours keep pulsing over how burning their eyes feel on your body, and the more you feel like they’re about to ruin you, the more intensely  the blissful orgasm rushes through your body. The smile on your face widens when you feel Sukuna harshly grip the wrist of the hand that’s holding his leash tight, pulling you against his chiseled body.

“ did you just–  “  he’s growling to your face, jaw tense, teeth gritting so hard they’d easily be able to rip your skin off. And you ? You’re this close to laugh to their faces.

“ don’t act like you didn’t like it. “  the president and his second exchange glances you can’t quite read, probably blinded by the absurdity of what you’ve just cum to. But god, you’d do it again a thousand times. You’re caught by surprise when a couple of hands rip your dress apart, the fabric so flimsy it falls off your body leaving you fully exposed to their eyes. 

It’s Toji who grabs your face, pulling you in so close his nose tip brushes against your cheek.

“ why don’t we find out how you’ll like it, now that’s our turn ? “  a sudden slap hits your perky nipple, Sukuna’s tatted hand grips it, fingertips slightly pinching and twisting the tender nub making you squirm under their frustration. 

In their hands, you weight less than a feather when they move your body on the bed on all fours, their jeans falling to the ground as Toji towers over your face with his huge, leaking cock, and Sukuna grips on your ass, slapping it hard enough to make it bloody red. The impact makes you jump forward enough that the Toji’s heavy tip brushes against your cheek, making you look up at him with eyes that are way too dreamy, given your position.

But you’re exactly where you wanted to be.

“ you should see how pretty this pussy looks, Toji. “  Sukuna’s fingers slowly glide between your already slippery folds, the roughness of his fingertips make you bite down your lower lip at the luscious sensation.  “ aaaall wet and ready to get stretched. “  his middle and index finger slide inside you making squelching noises so obscene that you catch Toji’s cock twitching in his hand, as he’s stroking it in front of your eyes while gripping your face once more.

“ ‘cause you ain't seeing how good she looks with her tongue out. “  his grip was a clear command to make you open your mouth for him, never looking away from his ecstatic expression; you’re more than happy to even lick the pre dripping from it, his taste making you clench right around Sukuna’s pumping fingers. “ so fucking greedy, aren’t ya ? can’t wait to get your mouth stuffed. “  firmly gripping his length, Toji shamelessly slaps it on your tongue, before stuffing it deep down your throat without even giving you the chance of getting used to it. 

You know for sure you’ve never had something this enormous, long and mostly thick, a couple of veins all over the length, slightly curved upwards and a full bush fading up into the sluttiest happy trail ever. Your nose finds itself buried into it, the most manly scent makes your eyes roll back into your skull while your throat gets fucked soo deep it could be seen through your neck. 

All while Sukuna suks and licks your clit, devouring that soft flesh until his lips are fully covered into your juices, a third finger stretches its way inside your already throbby center, until he finds your g-spot and begins to rub against it as if his sole intention is to make you cum right on the spot.

“ sucking me sooo good y\n–  looks like you’ve wanted this for s’ long. “  Toji seems to be purring as he finally gives your throat some peace, sliding it out of your mouth, all wet, dripping directly on your face as he slaps the hot pink head on your cheek, that wicked grin never leaving his face.

“ n-not as much as you did. “  there’s much more behind those big, glossy eyes of yours, that neither he nor Sukuna seem to be ready for. Maybe they’re used to girls ready to be absolutely destroyed by the power imbalance - and there’s absolutely nothing with that - but you’re the one who’s been haunting them down to get your sweet revenge, you’re the one who brought them to the point of sharing your attention. “ ..think I didn’t see you that night ? Desperately hoping to be in Satoru’s place – “

Sukuna slaps your puffy pussy lips to shut your truth-telling mouth, making you hiss at the stinging sensation that makes you buck your hips against his fingers even more needy, but you notice too late that he’s slipped them out, making you whine at the emptiness.

You’re kneeling in front  of them both now, your eyes finally falling onto Sukuna’s fat cock, a Jacob's ladder piercing at the base immediately makes your mouth water with anticipation. There's even a couple of lines from his upper tattoos, his pinkish bush is way more trimmed than Toji’s, but hot nonetheless. 

“ why don’t we test how smart that mouth can be while two cock fuck her brain’s out ?  “  oh, to have these two right in front of you, stripped naked and ready to absolutely destroy you, the smugness on their faces only makes your smile grow wider, your expression lewder as you finally stand up. 

Your face barely reaches the height of their shoulders, both of them look at you just like a hunter looks down at the poor deer he was looking for, and it excites you so much you almost physically feel your blood rushing through your veins. 

“ be my fucking guest. “   you don’t even think about it, pushing Sukuna - obviously he obliged in your gesture - on the bed with both of your hands on his chest, straddling his tights once more spreading open in front of the other one standing behind you. “ why don’t you take my ass, Toji ? you seem pretty fond of it. “  and as you wiggle your hips as an invitation, a growl directly vibrates against your ear.

“ you’re a menace. “  he sounds amused this time, already gripping both of your full cheeks, kneading them as he bites down that point right behind your ear, making you squirm against his rockhard torso.

“ and you love it, don't you ? “  you barely have the time to let out a light laugh, before Sukuna gets a hold of the hair behind your neck and pulls you down against his naked body, his nipple piercings make your flaming hot skin covered with goosebumps and the cool sensation.

“ what about me, brat ? “  his pointy canines show up as he bites down his lower lip, eyes devouring the sight of your perfect tits hanging almost onto his face. You get lower, prodding yourself on your elbow so that you can start to trail wet kisses on his chiseled jaw, down his throat where you care to mark your passage. 

“ you’ll get to stretch out my tight, dripping pussy with your fat cock, Sukuna.  “   you distracted him with your kisses so that your hand could reach down for his shaft, his red leaking tip brushing against your clit as you bite his pierced nipple, barely holding in a moan since Toji’s wicked tongue has found your other hole. 

Sukuna grabs you by the hair to clash your lips against his, your breathless moans shatter on his tongue twisting against yours, all while Toji spits on your muscled ring, slipping his middle finger with a growled “ fuuuuck “ as he begins to fuck it inside you. Not the first time you do something like this, experiences are a must during college, everyone knows that ! But to ease the process - given the fact that Toji has a proper monster of a dick - you let Sukuna’s finally slide inside you, your walls sucking him in making his finger dig into your hips so harshly, the pain mixes with pleasure and you’re both moaning.

“ how does she feel, Kuna ? “  your mind shuts down completely, feeling him so deep inside you that your nails hold onto his shoulders drawing blood and your mouth falls open; not that Sukuna is in a much better state, the way your walls seem to be milking him already is tearing every ounce of arrogance out of his body.

“ fuckin’ amazing bro–  god ‘s so tight. “  despite all, you’re the one who starts to hop on it, slowly sliding up you feel each and every one of his piercings add to the bliss taking over your body until you slide back down making his tip push against your cervix, creating a motion that’s so addictive you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to.

Without even noticing, Toji’s fingers became two, then three, your tight hole around him spurred Sukuna’s mind feral to the point he began to hammer his hips against yours so rabidly you couldn’t help but fall onto his torso; this surely gave the black haired one the opportunity of propping his throbbing tip against your ass, as his friend slows down enough to let him stretch your hole open with his girth. 

Your back arches so deliciously it puts your ass at the perfect angle for him to fully bottom out inside you, and it feels so good that all three of you go limp for a moment, curses jumping from one mouth to the other. 

“ s-so big –  feels so good.. “  the two of them can’t help but look at each other with an incomparable satisfaction as your face is hidden into Sukuna’s neck, making it impossible for you to notice, but it’s also true that you’re feeling so full, so ecstatic that you care about nothing but being ruined by their desire for you. 

“ yeah ? Love to have both of us inside you ? “ Toji has lowered his torso enough to brush his lips against your ear, one of his hands found the back of your neck so that he could lift your face for them to see it written on your face. 

“ fuck she does, look at her. “  Sukuna is quick to sneer at your dazed expression, your make-up became a mess and your cheeks red because of the never ending rushes of pleasure and adrenaline. 

Maybe it’s the excitement, maybe the satisfaction of having succeeded in your plan or the feeling of your body stuffed with both of the most wanted guys of the entire campus, but you manage to get back to your senses, jerking your hips enough to make them both gasp with surprise.

“ what is it ? “  against the odds, you manage to tease them through your disrupting  bliss, eyebrows furrowed as you mock their expressions. “ thought you were the ones in charge, huh ? “

It’s not an easy task, at all, their sizes are difficult to manage at unison but there’s not a single chance you’ll let them have the last word, nor the last thrust; you ride them both, slowly, nails scratching Sukuna’s tatted torso making him hiss and roll his eyes into his skull, while Toji holds onto your hips for his dear life, growling like a beast ready to snap. “ fucking pathetic. “ a loud smak! erupts among their moans.

A red stain immediately begins to form onto Sukuna’s cheek, but you give him no peace, as you wrap your hand around his neck, right where the strings of your thong has left a mark, squeezing the sides enough to make him look at you completely fucked up in his mind. You can tell he’s battling himself about weather he’s hating or loving it, but by the way you can feel him twitch inside you - hitting your sweet spots oh so deliciously - you already know the answer.

“ look at him, Toji –  looks so sexy being choked and fucked like a slut, doesen’t he ? “  there’s not an immediate, nor appropriate response from him, if not a barely suffocated moan caused by the sight of his president being treated like that. You sink back down making their cockheads hit the deepest points inside you, and despite yourself starting to reach for your high, you manage to reach for a handful of Toji’s hair, tugging on them roughly. “ come on big boy, earn the privilege of filling up my ass.“

“ y-yeah –  fuuuck yes ! he doeees. “  Toji’s forehead falls onto your shoulder as your pace becomes faster, milking both of them nice and tight with your sloppy holes as if your sole purpose is to leave them dry. Sukuna himself looks like he’s enjoying it so much that he’s wrapped his hand around your wrist, pushing your hand around his neck, silently telling you to squeeze harder and properly make him barely grasp for air. 

“ theeeeere you are, good boys. “   your hips are frenzied at this point, taking both of them so smoothly you’ve all become a mess of curses, loud moans and skin smacks so wet  they’d make the devil blush. Four pairs of big, rough hands try to get a handful of whatever piece of skin they can hold onto, their minds melting away as they feel your body ready to give in an orgasm so intense they won’t be able to resist. 

Their thighs are trembling as much as yours, Toji and Sukuna’s hips snapping and hammering their cocks inside you at a pace you’re not able to control anymore, letting them desperately reach for their high with grunts so feverish, your orgasm hits you so hard feeling both of them filling you up to the brim.

Your bodies are sweaty, sticking to each other’s, breaths frantic and bodies exhaust from the intensity of it all; a hand of yours reaches for your lower abdomen because of the overwhelming sensation you’re feeling right there, and as you slightly press on the swell, all three’s attention fall in between your legs. Sukuna is still inside you when dense, milky white cum begins to drip from your hole down to his shaft, wetting both of the guy’s balls.  

“ on god I’ll jerk to this for fucking ever. “  Toji breathed, making all three of you chuckle as if you didn’t just witness the effects of the most thickest cumflation you’ll ever experience in your life. Big guys big loads, huh ?

“ hope you two are not tapping out already, “  they look at each other, mentally asking whether they've heard you right or just had a collective hallucination, but you’re quick to erase whichever doubt formed in their dumbed out minds.  “ switch positions. Now. “ 

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You ended up falling asleep in the same bed, after a well deserved shower - another round meanwhile, because why not ? - and a kindly lent t-shirt that fits you pretty much like a dress; tiredness knocked you out making you forget to close the curtains, that’s why the three of you wake up as soon as the sunrays hit Toji’s face. Luckily, you were so well sandwiched between their bodies, that his sleepy fist hit only Sukuna, right to his head.

“ what the– bro, what the hell, come oooonn “ of course, Sukuna hits him back properly waking Toji up, and you as well. Not an easy task to sleep between two arguing bears, that notice you being still there when you stretch out your arms.

“ the fuck you’re fighting for already ? “  your voice sounds a bit raspier in the morning, and having your throat fucked by two nine inches monsters certainly doesn’t help, eyes barely open as they’re sensible to the early morning’s light.

They keep on grunting and slurring as they kept blaming each other for not closing up the curtains, until you decide to set the thing by grabbing and stroking both of their morning woods, but it distracts all three of you enough from noticing the door being open, showing Satoru standing there with his jaw on the floor and eyes so big with shock.

“ Toji, do you still have some weed left ? I gotta see a chick and – “  your attention drifts to the door, the white haired has no idea where to let his eyes fall, even if it’s not the first time he’s come into some of his frat bros fucking, but the sight of you bewteen them both makes his brain shut down. “ y\n ? Not one.. two ?! “

“ my god, get lost already ! “ you look at him dead in the eyes, both your hands still working on the president and his second, which leads them to lean onto you to kiss and bite your neck without a single care for the stupid boy who fumbled you. “.. unless you like to watch. “

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❝ HIS CINDERELLA CAUSE I MAKE IT FIT ! ❞              ⤷ Enjin x Fallen Spherite!Reader

>>>>>> Apparently Enjin has all the 'luck' when it comes to finding Spherites in No Man's Land. This time he's found you—a stuck-up Spherite noble—cast out with the trash. You're prissy, needy and an overall pain in his ass. Definitely not his type—but that slutty pussy sure is. ♡

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𝐚𝐧: major special shoutouts to @honeybunnnnie my trash daddy partner in crime, who beta'd for me and gave me lots of good lil' gems I incorporated here. we share one horny brain cell when it comes to this man and the amount of headcanons we have made based on this that I didn't even include is INSANE lmfao.

You aren’t Enjin’s type. 

That much is certain the moment he stumbles upon you after being called to check out a disturbance in No Man’s Land. Scanning the terrain of garbage, Enjin wonders if he’s hallucinating.

Still high from the night before—or maybe there’s a leak in his full face?

Either way he had to be tripping absolute balls right now because what the hell else could explain the giant kaiju-like plushie with bunny ears, wide beady eyes, and jagged teeth ripping apart trash beasts in the distance like they were wet paper towels?

But blazed or not, Enjin still has a job to do. Umbreaker sweeps him across the trash dunes in a speedy blur, but by the time he arrives he is already too late and the show is over. 

All that’s left is you: a young woman passed out in a pile of demolished trash beast remains and other junk. The giant kaiju-like plushie—now inanimate and no bigger than a hand—lay beside you tethered to your person by a keyring. 

Happening upon another giver in No Man’s Land wasn’t out of the ordinary, sure, but if Enjin thought he was high from seeing your jinki in action he had to be damn near in the clouds once he recognized your clothes.  

Similar to when Enjin discovered Rudo, he could immediately tell by your dress you are a Spherite. But unlike the threadbare attire of the scrappy tribesmen teen, yours practically screams wealth. They are the finest clothes Enjin has ever laid eyes on. Appearing as if they are woven from gold itself, despite the fresh layer of grime that settled on them.

You aren’t just any ol’ Spherite—you’re a Spherite noblewoman.

Keh, interesting. 

With a shake of his head Enjin scoops you up, heading back to HQ. They aren’t gonna believe this…

Enjin digs out a backup mask from his satchel—clearly not made for your face, because it slides right off. With an annoyed sigh, he holds it in place himself. Guess that’s his job now… at least until you wake up.

Although Enjin soon discovers a pattern of how unnecessarily difficult Spherites can be upon arriving to the Abyss—as the first thing you do upon waking in Enjin’s arms is to slap the everloving dogshit out of him. 

Fuck, you have a mean right hand. 

Enjin tongues a tooth to make sure it’s still there. 

“Let me go this instant, you filthy kidnapping degenerate! I demand you to take me home!” You cry out. 

Tears fog up the mask on your face as you clearly mistook Enjin for some kind of criminal with his ‘full face’ on. Enjin sighs, tightening his grip on you and taking the not-so-painless beating you’re dishing out until you reach the nearest city. 

The very second you both are in a habitable area for breathing, Enjin unceremoniously dumps you to the ground. He catches the mask, yet he leaves you to fall straight on your ass. The fall shocks you but Enjin’s sure what’s really got you stunned is the strange bustling city surrounding you.

Removing his fullface, Enjin crouches down to eye-level with you. Overwhelmed and overstimulated by the foreign place, your eyes dart around helplessly. You’re frantic, looking everywhere for some sort of bearing of where you are and avoiding the man in front of you.

Yet Enjin just waits, clicking his tongue and rocking back on his heels, for you to quiet your hysterics enough for him to get a word in.

When your eyes, still wide with panic, finally meet, he has the nerve to raise a brow—like you’re the one being dramatic and not the guy who literally kidnapped you.

“So, as you may have noticed by now…this ain’t the Sphere,” Enjin says, balancing a cigarette between his lips. 

You look at him skeptically—he says it like it’s nothing, while your world is actively falling apart. What is he even talking about?!

“I know this ain’t the welcome wagon you posh Spherites are used to but…”

Enjin pauses, exhaling smoke to the sky. Your gaze follows up, widening once you see the oddly shaped dome covering the city, a strange yellow fog in the atmosphere.

“....welcome to the Abyss, Girlie. Name’s Enjin.” 

Blankly staring at Enjin, you say nothing. The both of you in a mini stare down. Although you’re the first to give by suddenly bursting into sobs.

Rolling his eyes, a thought briefly flashes in Enjin's head that he should have just left you for the raiders. Hell, he could still leave you now—you’re calling way too much attention to yourself.

However, Enjin also figures that with you all but swimming in luxury on the Sphere, you probably thought of the Pit—your so-called Hell, or its inhabitants as mere fairytale.

Enjin’s inkling is confirmed when you calm down enough to piece together that your now ex-husband had hired a bunch of shady tribesmen to kidnap and dispose of you—all to collect your inheritance. 

Yeah, not your fault.  Enjin thinks and cuts you a break. 

For your own sake, Enjin somehow convinces you to come back to Cleaner HQ with him. He can’t return you to the Sphere himself—but he knows another Spherite who’s trying to make their way back. That small glimmer of hope is enough to lift your spirits, just barely. This time, you follow him willingly—though you still cry the entire way to HQ.

Shame how prone to hysterics you are, otherwise Enjin actually thinks you’re pretty hot. Noting how the expensive silk of your dress clings so damn well to your every curve. He’d sell your clothes while you were near the shopping district—but unlike Rudo, he doubts he could talk you out of them. 

At least—not yet.

But that thought is drastically short lived as Enjin spends more time in your presence. Sure, you could have gotten along. You could’ve even been Enjin’s type. Yet there’s one glaring problem: 

You’re an annoying, needy-ass brat.  

Besides looks, you tick off nearly every one of his dealbreakers. You’re ditzy, dependent and whiny. Basically Enjin’s nightmare.

Plus your snobby little ass never once thanked nor apologized to him over the following weeks.

Not after he saved you.

Not after he brought you back to HQ where you were welcomed with skeptical, yet open arms—as a new, very reluctant (you had no other options really) recruit in-training.

And you certainly never thanked Enjin, even after all his shit luck, when he was assigned to be your teacher and look after your haughty ass. You have the most indignant pout on your face when Corvus announces that since Enjin found you, you're Enjin’s problem.

“You have to be kidding me? I’m stuck with Trashy Poppins here!?”

“Yo, Trashy—what!?” The reference doesn’t land with Enjin but he knows it isn’t good.

Semiu nods curtly in agreement of the pairing, amused that Enjin finally has someone to keep him on his toes as she ushers you off to get settled in.

The fuck?! 

Lamenting being stuck is supposed to be Enjin’s line. Enjin had figured the logical move was to pair you with Zanka—the closest thing to nobility among the Cleaners—and let you bond with Rudo, a fellow Spherite, even if he was a tribesman.

But it doesn’t take long to realize neither boy can handle a grown ass woman like you. One flutter of your lashes and they’re useless saps—like the big sister he never had, you could soothe Rudo’s worst moods with a mere head pat. 

While Zanka, older and appreciating your more ‘robust’ qualities, trips over his own tongue trying to talk to you.

Both ready to do anything just to earn a few sweet coos—unless someone steps in.

It had to be Enjin. He was the only one who could ‘resist’ your charms.

Still, Enjin’s got his work cut out for him when it comes to you—especially training you for combat and figuring out how the hell you’re supposed to use that so-ugly-it’s-almost-cute vital instrument.

He tries not to judge. Really, he does. Jinki are personal—he knows that better than anyone. But still…the fact that you even have one? That’s wild.

A Spherite? A noble Spherite, no less—the same pompous assholes who treat the Abyss like a dumping ground—actually caring enough about something to pump it full of anima?

Yeah, that’s impressive, he’ll give you that. What wasn’t though was the name you gave the lil thing: Bubu.

Tsk. Wack as hell. Vital instruments deserve names with some bite. Something like—Umbreaker.

Still, credit where it’s due—you’re picking things up faster than expected. 

However, that doesn’t spare him from your nonstop bitching, though. The complaints come daily: the strange smells your hair absorbs, the absence of your sacred skincare routines, not being able to take a 30 minute shower, and how everything down here always tastes just a little off.

But the most absurd? The cherry blossoms.

You complain the most about not being able to frolic in your lush, petal-covered garden full of rows of cherry blossoms. Enjin’s never even seen a damn tree like that, let alone the acres of grass and flowers you describe like some bedtime fairytale. You haughtily anoint yourself as a floral herbalist, an expert when it comes to your pretty little flowers.

It’s shit like that on top of everything else that irks Enjin when it comes to you.

And yet?

Enjin thinks the most irritating thing about you is the fact that he can’t seem to stay away from you. 

Sure, you’re annoying as fuck—but in spite of his own objections, Enjin keeps finding ways to keep your time occupied. He makes up excuses to train you longer and drags you along on missions that are solely meant for him. 

Moreover, since you can never keep that pretty little mouth shut, anyone you meet clocks you as a Spherite within seconds—which means you need Enjin’s constant protection, whether you like it or not.

Enjin ends up spending less time drinking or chasing women, finding a far more amusing pastime instead—the way your face twists in indignation every time the Ground doesn’t live up to your so-called “noble standards.” 

He gets a kick out of it, really. Agitating you on purpose, just to watch you squirm.

“Goddamnit, Enjin! Watch it!” 

You’d shriek every time your short skirt went flying from a sudden gust of wind he’d whip up with Umbreaker. Enjin saves that lil trick for No Man’s Land when the others’ backs are turned.

“That’s Enjin-sensei to you, Princess.” 

“Choke—slowly, Trashy Poppins.”

You’d lunge for his mask like you actually meant to rip it off, but at 6 '3, Enjin’s tall enough that you never have a chance at reaching it. It’s all worth it too—Enjin’s already got every pastel scrap of lace you own burned into memory, each one tucked away like a reward for getting under your skin.

It’s a little sadistic, sure—the way he taunts you nonstop, delighting in soiling that polished image of yours to grind you into the dirt of the ground right along with him. 

There’s a fire in your eyes every time Enjin dubs you as “Your Royal Trash Princess”—or just “TP” if he’s feeling lazy. You never fail to rise to his bait, eager to prove yourself—and prove him wrong.

Enjin feels he’s owed a bit of amusement for all his troubles.

Doesn’t mean anything.

Yet the more Enjin pushes, the harder it is to ignore that your bratty spark isn’t just an attitude problem. It’s energy. Real, raw passion. The kind that could actually cultivate anima. He sees it best when you’re snapping at him, flushed and defiant, too stubborn to back down.

It’s trouble to be sure, but fuck if Enjin doesn’t love coaxing it out of you.

All it took this time to get you going was him doubting your so-called knowledge of plants and remedies— “what kinda ‘floral herbalist’ hasn’t toked one?”  

So now here you are, in the HQ lounge, about to smoke your first joint as a ‘pre-game’ to the happy hour Corvus organized for all the Cleaners.

You and Enjin sit shoulder to shoulder on a worn, black quilted-leather sofa that’s seen better days. The cushions creak as you nervously smooth your skirt and settle in, unhooking your jinki—Bubu—from your belt to set her gently on the table.

Enjin rolls a few joints with unhurried precision—like he’s got all the time in the world, and watching you squirm is part of the ritual.

“Bet ya didn’t have anything like this in your lil’ garden, eh TP?” Enjin quips, breaking the silence.

Nose already upturned, your face scrunches as Enjin tosses an extra bud from his stash into your open palms. You hated the nickname ‘TP’ most of all, too easily mistaken for ‘toilet paper’ and Enjin knows that.

You shoot Enjin a dirty look before letting your focus drift back to the brittle sprig in your hands—the first real plant you’ve touched since becoming a Ground-dweller.

You think you actually recognize it. 

Back on the Sphere, your family was among the wealthiest, and your garden was massive. You took pride in your green thumb—like Delmon, whose garden you’ve been meaning to ask about. You want to help, if only to see what kind of plants can survive in conditions this toxic. But Enjin never gives you the space—always hovering, always cutting in before you can finish a full conversation.

You brush off those thoughts but your frown stays as your fingers trace the bud’s dry veins. Even for a dehydrated sample, it feels wrong—brittle in a way that hints of sickness. 

“Hmm. We had something like this—I think. But it’s just another weed.” You say shrugging.

“Heh,” Enjin smirks at your cluelessness, “Would you believe me if I told you ‘weed’ is exactly what we call it, Princess?”

You roll your eyes at the inordinately simple name. It probably has a proper scientific designation—but expecting Enjin to know it? Please.

“We always uprooted them—weeds are unsightly in gardens, you know. A weed, let alone one sick as this, would definitely be pruned right away so as to not syphon nutrients from the other plant life.”

“HAH?!”  

Mid-seal on his joint, Enjin stops cold, staring at you like you just dared to commit some sort of sacrilege before exhaling a theatrical sigh, shaking his head in pure betrayal.

He can’t believe Spherities are probably pissing away the dankest shit ever cultivated. The thought was maddening.

When Enjin’s eyes do meet yours again, there's no amusement as he takes a rather chastising tone with you.

“Princess, for your own good, never repeat that in front of anyone down here…I mean it.”

You huff, but Enjin doesn’t blink—just starts sealing the joint again, eyes never leaving you as his tongue drags slowly across the edge of the paper.

You squirm, and that’s all the reward he needs. 

“See somethin’ you like?” Enjin drawls, holding the finished joint out toward you like it’s a gift—and not a trap with your name written all over it.

Turning on teacher mode, Enjin decides to school you.

“I know we mostly have ‘reggie’ down here, but still, it’s worth its weight in gold for its purposes. Not just for fun ya know—chronic pain, nausea, anxiety—gives a bit of relief from the ailments of Abyss-living you Spherites have so graciously bestowed on us.”

From his pocket, Enjin produces a lighter, shoulders curling as he bows into the flame to set it alight.

Your eyes flick over the sinewy stretch of Enjin arms, the way his jacket strains across his shoulders—reminding you just how solid Enjin really is beneath all that shapeless fabric. Built like a weapon, hiding in plain sight.

You watch as his ringed fingers lift the joint to his lips. Drawing in a slow, steady breath, Enjin sinks back into the sofa like gravity’s got a tighter hold on him than usual. Smoke pools in his chest before slipping out in a long, deliberate exhale.

His gaze follows it, distant—like he’s chewing on thoughts far heavier than anything you said… but somehow still set off by it.

“That’s the problem with you Spherites….you don’t see things the way they are—you see things the way you are.” 

Enjin chuffs at his own words, closing his eyes to let his high settle. Not even completely stoned yet and he’s already spouting off pseudo philosophical one-liners.

“Everything else is collateral, amirite?”

Ouch.

Toeing at the floor, you sulk in silence. Wounded from the verbal licks Enjin just dealt you. Mulling over his words in silence though, you know it isn’t that simple. Horticulture can be complicated even in the most ideal conditions. Just because a plant is viable doesn’t mean it belongs in every garden—some plants are just incompatible.

However…

You sit silently, your teeth worrying your bottom lip as you study the brittle bud in your palm.

…that doesn’t make it worthless.

Instead of exploring any potential use, you tossed the so-called "weed" out—just like everything else the Sphere deemed useless. Not even considering how valuable it could be. You can see why Enjin wouldn't want you repeating that mistake. Enough people already looked at you with disdain as it is. 

Sure there’s a lot of things you miss about it, mostly superficial things that had to do with vanity, but overall life up there was super sterile and dull. You’d never say it out loud but you are glad you fell, it was hard on the ground but it was liberating.

Sighing, you quietly concede. You hate anytime Enjin actually has a point though. It’s the worst thing imaginable—for your pride and for his already unbearable ego.

Cracking an eye open, Enjin curses under his breath. Switching tactics, he decides to replace the long look on his Trash Princess’s face. Annoyance would do just fine. Besides, there was no need for you to pout over it, you actually had a shot at redemption here… heh, the kind that might just work out in his favor, too.

“Y’knowwwww, we’re always learnin’ better ways to grow things down here, faster too...”

Enjin moves so quietly, you don’t realize how close he is until you turn—and he’s right in your face, barely a breath away. Swiping his ringed thumb across your cheek, Enjin’s touch is surprisingly tender. However his expression is entirely obnoxious, full of amusement from how fast your pouty little face flusters.

“...could be a nice little hobby that would do alotta good…and if anyone could figure out how to grow this shit properly down here—”

Enjin plucks at the heat of your warm cheeks, pinching just enough to tease and drag the moment into something more lighthearted.

“—I do believe it could be you—Trash Princess.”

Your eyes catch something deeper than just teasing in his golden gaze—but before you can dwell on it, instinct kicks in. You jerk back, swatting his hand away, shoving whatever that was out of your mind.

Enjin just laughs, unbothered, as you glare at him.

“And why can’t you get Delmon to do it?” you counter, arms folding across your chest. By now, you’ve learned Enjin usually has an angle for everything.

Right on the mark, for a beat, Enjin actually pauses. He hadn’t expected you to bring up the obvious—Delmon, the gentle giant practically martyred to the idea of saving what’s left of the Abyss. But Enjin’s roguish grin slips back into place, spreading wider as he leans in, unapologetically invading your space.

“Why? Well...’cause I asked you, Princess. The ol’lug has enough on his plate as it is. You can handle it alone, can’t ya?”

Truthfully, even knowing your interest in Delmon never strays beyond roots and soil, it still irks every time Enjin catches sight of you with him. You look every bit the noble—graceful, composed, eyes soft and curious as you gaze up at Delmon, eager to learn. It grates on Enjin more than he’d admit, knowing he’s never once gotten that look, despite monopolizing most of your time.

“Ya know—unless, your skillset just ain’t up t’par?” Enjin finishes with a shrug.

Wholly unconvinced, you see this for the bait it is from a mile away. Nevertheless, you can’t deny that you are eager to get even the tiniest bit of normalcy back in your life from your old hobbies. Planting something, anything, would be nice—even if it ends up being contraband for Enjin. Although you still aren’t quite sure why you can’t consult Delmon. 

“Ugh! Fine!”

You fall back onto the sofa and Enjin follows, his arm settling behind you, practically draped around your shoulders. You don’t even flinch. He takes another slow hit, smoke curling toward the ceiling, but this time there’s a wicked glint in his eye as he watches you. Deciding he’s babysat the joint long enough, he leans in with a lazy smirk and holds it out to you.

“Enjin—your eyes!” You blurt out, disregarding his invitation. “Is that just from smoking!? I can’t go to happy hour looking like some kinda zombie!”

Enjin sputters mid-laugh, coughing as wisps of smoke leak from the corners of his smart ass grin.

“Eh, well duh. Why else would they get so red when I smoke?”

Enjin coughs out a few more chuckles. You roll your eyes.

“I don’t know, Trashy Poppins…I didn't make the connection since the air quality down here is 80% pollution! You could have anything.”

While Enjin is amused by your sass, the joint continues to burn down. Each second unsmoked is wasting precious bud. Leaning in, his voice drops to a low purr—the kind that makes your stomach flip.

Heh, time to pull out the big guns.

“Aht-aht-aht, c’mon now, Princess, you know the golden rule…”

You sigh, thinking you need that happy hour drink more than ever right now.

“You’re not serious.”

But you know he is, and of course you remember the silly motto Enjin makes an unspoken rule for his team. Although he mostly just uses it to get you to do something you’ll usually regret later.  You sigh, knowing you’ll never make it to happy hour until you appease the big man-child in front of you.

Enjin’s golden eyes shine with even more mischief than before and together like some damn mantra, you both repeat:

“...it’s not peer pressure—it’s just your turn.”

Resigned, you click your tongue, swiping at the joint in his hands. But Enjin is much faster as he pulls back with infuriating speed. You glower at him, snark locked and loaded.

“Nah, actually I’ll help you out since it’s your first time, Princess.”

Innuendo coils around his words, heat radiating off him as you tense under his gaze. You don’t want to argue with him though, the sooner you smoked, the sooner you both could be at happy hour.

“Open.” 

Enjin’s fingers graze the corner of your mouth as he holds the joint to your peach-glossed lips, eyes darkening when you part them obediently for him.

“Now breathe it in, nice and slow…deeper. Yeah, that’s it—hold it. Don’t let go until I say—good girl.”

You want to scoff at him, but you can’t—not with tears stinging your eyes and smoke burning its way down your lungs. By the time Enjin gives you the nod to exhale, you’re already choking, coughing it all back up in ragged plumes.

Yeah, this was nowhere in hell as easy as Enjin made it look.

The buzz rises in your head almost instantly, an airy haze creeping into your consciousness.

“See? Not a terrible cherry pop, eh?”

The glare you throw at Enjin is more of a squint. Still recovering from the fire tearing down your throat, your coughs earn you a few heavy-handed smacks on the back from Enjin. If it’s out of comfort or mockery, you can't tell. 

Everything in the room is spinning and becoming more distant, like a daydream.

“Easy there, breathe—it’ll hit easier when ya figure out how to grow it right, Princess. The dank shit won’t burn this hard.”

You want to bite back that even if you do figure out how to grow the damn ‘weed’ plant, you’d never touch it again. But the sudden heaviness seeping into your limbs drags you down, tilting your head on the axis of equilibrium.

“I think, no—I know, I need to lay down.”

Not waiting for permission, you flop down onto the worn cushions beneath you, curling up awkwardly with your head leaning against the armrest and your legs dangling off the seat at an angle. 

Enjin doesn’t miss a beat though—he scoops your legs into his lap, tugging off your boots so you can be comfortable.

Leaning back, perfectly at ease, Enjin holds the joint in one hand while the other rests on your stocking-covered shin, giving it a casual, reassuring pat. The way your arm drapes over your face tells him everything—yeah, you’ve got the spins.

“Keh, you’ll make it, Princess. Just let it all ride out.”

You’d make it alright, but not to happy hour anytime soon. Enjin supposes he might’ve let you take a bigger hit than you were ready for. 

Whoops.

Silence stretches in the aftermath but it’s not uncomfortable. Enjin takes a few more lazy tokes, one golden eye cracked open just enough to watch you, taking stock of your state. 

It’s in moments like this—rare ones, when you’re quiet—that he remembers just how fucking smoking hot you are.

Especially in that Cleaner uniform. Man, God bless August.

The eccentric tailor took special care in designing it thanks to a sudden burst of inspiration—August even convinced Enjin to allow him to keep some of the trim from your Spherite clothes that he repurposes. The outcome of your uniform is shinier, more fitted and much sluttier than standard issue. 

You took to it immediately, without much fuss and actually complimenting August. That was August’s gift though—whipping up pieces to suit even the finickiest of tastes—and Enjin had to admit, the man did his big one. 

But the real surprise wasn’t the craftsmanship. It was you—his oh-so-prim little Trash Princess—strutting around in something so damn naughty. Dressed up like a treat that Enjin can’t help but eat up with his eyes.

And whaddya know? Enjin has the munchies bad right now.

Left to his own devices, Enjin takes his time devouring the sight in front of him. His gaze lingers down the length of your legs sprawled across his lap, to the soft, exposed flesh of your thighs—spilling over the edge of your stockings just enough to make his jaw clench.

Fuck, they look so soft. He can't help but wonder how they'd feel locked around his head as his eyes climb to the next indulgence—your crop top. Rucked up to your ribs, the thin white cotton hugs just beneath your tits. Shit, the way your cute little nips poke through the fabric makes his mouth twitch with the urge to say ‘hi’ right back—with his tongue.

Is it hotter in here, or—?

Leering at you for too long is a surefire way for Enjin to pop a boner. Enjin knows he’s not alone in that either. That uniform of yours turns heads in every city you pass through. Consequently, Enjin has split more skulls because of idiots trying to hit on you or cop a feel than he ever has for anyone trying to snatch a Spherite.

Not that he’s jealous or nothing.

Nah. Just doing his job. Watching out for you. Plenty of unscrupulous assholes out there willing to pounce on a clueless little thing like you.

However, right now, Enjin’s just as unscrupulous—‘watching out’ only for a flash of your panties as each restless wiggle sinks you deeper into the lumpy cushions, bunching your skirt higher and teasing him with a glimpse of skimpy lace.

Man, just a little more and he’d know exactly which pair you picked today.

Sobering up a bit more, you sigh at your inability to get comfortable when you could feel the very springs in the sofa. Stretching, you straighten your leg suddenly and—

“Yo! Watch the feets, girl!”  

Though there’s amusement in his voice as he jolts upright, tatted hands grabbing your ankle before you’re able to land another blow.

“Ah, sorry—” You mutter sheepishly, reeling back your foot. “I didn’t mean to kick Umbreaker.”

For what it’s worth, the apology comes quickly—you’ve learned better than to mess with a man’s jinki, especially Enjin’s. You've nearly tripped more times than you can count over that bulky extension of himself that he always keeps within reach.

You know it’s serious too when he doesn’t even bother with the stupid nicknames he usually calls you. Nevertheless, you’re left puzzled when Enjin’s laughter comes out loud and sharp. 

“...that wasn’t Umbreaker, Princess.”

Huh? What does he mean that isn’t— 

You freeze. 

Carefully peeking out from under your arm, your reddened eyes squint down the length of your body and onto his. When the realization does set in of what exactly you kicked, it smacks you harder than any hit of ganja ever could.

“O…oh…—OH MY GAWD!”

Immediately springing upright, your vertigo swirls with how fast you’re scrambling to your knees as you gawk.

Time passes for what seems like a solid minute or two and neither of you speak. 

You’re staring at the crotch of Enjin’s baggy pants and Enjin is staring at you.

“Heh.”

The devious look on Enjin’s face right now could shame the devil himself. Yet you’re still in utter disbelief.

There’s no way that’s his dick!

Still, your brain won’t stop running the numbers—high girl math with clumsy calculations drawn from the fleeting brush of your toes against the long, thick mass hidden beneath the fabric of his baggy pants. Enjin’s words ring in your mind like a gong—‘that wasn’t Umbreaker…’

“You’re burnin’ a hole through my dick, Princess—”

Enjin’s voice unfurls seductively, like the smoke curling from his lips.

“—keep starin’ like that and I’m gonna think you wanna see it.”

Your eyes meet his dead-on. 

“I do.”

“Yeah, I’m sure yo—wait, come again?!”

Enjin’s grip goes slack, the joint slipping from his fingers. He was halfway to some sassy quip, ready to taunt your denial—but your delivery is so honest, with no teasing or angle to play off, he doesn’t know what to do with it.

The embers hiss against his thigh before he even registers he dropped it.

“Tch.” Cursing under his breath, he flicks it aside—it’s all roach anyway—and tries to pull himself back together.

You’re fucking with him. Yeah. That’s it. 

Smug again, Enjin leans into the bit you started.

“Ha ha…right. I know my stuck up lil’ Trash Princess isn’t asking to give me a dick inspection…”

Enjin adjusts his pants in a casual sweep that doesn’t fool either of you. He’s not brushing off the remaining flakes of ash—he’s palming his restless cock that jumped at the idea of you actually wanting to see it.

But both you and Enjin would quickly discover, despite your snobby Spherite upbringing, you lose any type of filter and sense of couth while high—blurting out your thoughts unabashedly. 

“I said I wanted to see it, Trashy Poppins. Or m’not gonna believe you’re actually that big.”

You fold your arms, huffing stubbornly.

There was no way an unbearably annoying man like Enjin was slanging actual horse cock! 

He had to be the one fucking with you here.

Well, wait, no—a cocky, stupidly sexy man having a big dick actually tracks, now that you think about it.

But still—you need to verify. For science, if nothing else. 

Yeah. Science.

Enjin blinks, taking stock of you—kneeling close, your tits straining like they’re about to burst free, and your skirt rides so high on your thighs this time, he swears one more millimeter and he’d see your panties for real. 

“C’mon now…”

Your sickly sweet coos needle at Enjin’s spine.

“...as if you aren’t always upskirting me just to see my panties.”

Shit. You knew it was intentional?

“At least you can show me your undies for a change. If you’re really that big, then I’ll be able to tell.”

The spark alight in your eyes is a challenge to Enjin, who loves pushing your limits. Now he needs to know how far you’ll go. Even if he’s completely unprepared for this turn of events, he’s sure as fuck not gonna be the one backing down first.

“S’that right, Princess? Well, I haven’t even seen yours today so—”

Enjin doesn’t even get the chance to finish before you’re lifting your skirt and spreading your knees wider. You stare up at the ceiling, the popcorn squares suddenly appearing super interesting to you. Enjin’s eyes however immediately zero-in on the pink lace stretched tight across your pussy.

Christ.

With a much closer view, Enjin picks up all the little details he usually misses—like how the hem digs into your soft curves or how the material is thin enough to see the split of your chubby lil pussy lips pressed underneath. 

Goddamn, are you intentionally buying them a size too small? 

Or is your pussy print just that fat?

Enjin gulps, mouth dry. 

His attention caught like a hook to your cunt, everything else is unimportant—including the irony of how he was just teasing you for the very same thing—it’s all utterly lost on him. His priorities shifting rapidly the longer he ogles you.

After a minute, giving him quite frankly more of his fill than he deserves, you let your skirt drop back into place. The alluring spell of your fatma breaks when your  knees snap shut and Enjin is yanked back to a world that doesn’t exist between the apex of your doughy thighs. 

All of his lecherous starring is worth it though—if only to be able to throw his own saying back at him for once.

“Now, how’s it go again? It’s not peer pressu—”

“—Yeah, yeah, I got it, Princess—My turn.” 

Enjin relents, cutting you off with a twisted grin as he shakes his head.

“Ya don’t gotta break my arm to see my dick, babe. Just makin’ sure you’re sure. Don’t need you runnin’ off telling Semiu I flashed ya.”

Semiu is already on Enjin’s ass for teasing you as much as he does. Something about him being ‘too grown’ not to ‘nut up’ and ‘come to terms with his reality’, but Enjin was never listening for long, zoning out as soon as a new lecture was underway. 

However, if your prissy ass really wants to see his dick that bad, of course he’d oblige. Hell, Enjin would get another kick outta watching your horror when you realize for real just how much he’s packing. It had been a minute since he'd seen that look on a woman.

For being as hot and charming as he is, Enjin didn’t get nearly as much play as he should’ve. He isn’t a virgin by any means, but too many women take one glance at his size and back off expeditiously.  

Life on the ground meant hustling to survive for most. Nobody could afford to be laid up for days just because Enjin’s wrecking ball of a cock tore through their walls, rendering them unable to walk—let alone go to work.

Yet with a clink, that all changes as the leather strap of his belt and gear slides free. Enjin lifts his hips enough to shove his pants down past his thighs and there it is—short red boxer briefs with a black waistband, the fabric stretched thin over the obscenely long, thick outline of his dick resting along his thigh.

Simply put, your jaw drops. There’s a static-like silence buzzing in your mind as you process the monstrous mass of phallic muscle before you.

You’ve never seen a dick that huge in your entire life. 

Clocking your shock, Enjin’s chest puffs like he’s just been crowned a king in the room.

“Relax, Princess…” he drawls, smugness saturating every word.

“I ain’t even all the way hard yet.”

Bullshit! 

Your eyes pingpong between his face and his cock before landing on the obvious conclusion—no overthinking this time.

“What are you waiting for then? Get hard.”

Enjin actually chokes for real this time, still not used to how blunt his demure lil’ Trash Princess gets when she’s high. He manages to laugh regardless once he finds his breath as he sure as hell doesn’t hate this new side of you.

“Hah?! It doesn’t work like that ya know…”

Enjin lies right through his fucking teeth. 

Just hearing that vulgar command from your prissy lil’ lips has his blood surging south, his cock swelling at rapid speed. Already on go, his dickprint thickens, straining against the fabric until threads stretch thin to form almost obscenely over him like second skin.

Yet unlike his past hookups you don’t flinch at the sight of him getting even bigger. 

There’s more than enough incredulousness on your face for sure, but Enjin half expected you to backpedal for the sake of your pussy’s self-preservation and book it out the door. Instead, the look you’re giving his dick is more akin to awe than fear.

Truly, though—you are in awe.

Men weren’t like this on the Sphere. Well, your husband certainly wasn’t.

Older than you by over a decade, your husband’s stamina was so poor he never lasted long. His size, his endurance, and his dismissive comments about your sexual appetite being perversely unbecoming for a lady of your station had you wondering if something was wrong with you this entire time—if you expected too much from sex.

But when your eyes drift back to Enjin—catching the thick vein running along his length, visible even through the fabric—you know better now. 

It was never you.

The realization brings a surge of boldness. Your gaze trails the pulse of his cock down to the wet patch blooming at the tip—so much pre spilling it seeps through the fabric. 

Enjin inhales sharply through his nose. He knows he’s proven his size, but your silence and the way you’re eyeing his cock like some kind of museum exhibit is starting to get to him. 

Enjin doesn’t want to back down as he impatiently waits for your final verdict of approval. But if you keep staring at him like that, with those big pretty eyes of yours, he’s going to come in his pants, untouched, like some fucking cuck.

“Well, Princess? Big enough for ya?”

You don’t even hear Enjin, too lost in your own thoughts. Your body, buzzed and reckless, has a mind of its own though. Reaching out, your hand leaves your lap to trace the thick ridges of his cock, mapping its shape through his briefs. 

“Oh, shiiii—” Enjin hisses. 

His lip catches between his teeth as all thoughts vanish the moment your delicate little fingers start stroking him.

“Argh—fuck. Can’t jus’ go grabbing a man’s dick like that ya know.”

Yet Enjin does nothing to stop you as your touch grows bolder. Your palm flattens around his girth—too thick for even your whole hand to wrap around, even through his boxers.

How would someone even get something that monstrous inside them!?

Encircling his leaky cockhead, you giggle as your index finger slowly tap-tap-taps the mess he’s made there, amused at how many of the small, sticky suds you can gather on your finger through the material.

Enjin’s own laugh is strangled. This can’t be real.

“Heh… fuck… you really tryna kill me, huh, Princess? Fuckin’ tease…”

You’re unfazed by Enjin’s provocations – too mesmerized by the obscenely large cock in front of you that has you squirming uncomfortably as your own panties turn swampy with heat. 

“May I?”

Meeting Enjin’s gaze, your polite innocence is accented by a wide-eyed pout that’s far too sweet for the filthy implications of your request. Like you’re nicely asking permission to play with your favorite toy—except you don’t even wait for him to give it,fingers impatiently snapping the edges of his waistband like some cockhungry slut. 

“Uh…” Enjin blanks while his dick is practically screaming at him to respond—even a damned head nod would suffice. Yet his brain blue-screens as it registers that look—the normally innocent, curiosity filled look that he's been craving since he found you in No Man's Land—now twisted into something debased and filthy.  And best of all?

Meant just for him.

Enjin’s so fucking hard right now it’s painful—and hell, if you’re planning to do something about that, he’s not about to stop you.

“Keh. Do you, boo.”

Enjin manspreads, giving you full access. You eagerly pull down his shorts just enough to release his cock, and it springs free, thick and heavy. 

Good God, he’s a big boy! 

Although you knew that, seeing the monster in all of its unleashed glory was an entirely different experience. Enjin’s dick bobs back to curve towards his abs, a shiny pubic piercing shining at his base under its shadow.

Panting, your previously dormant inner size queen activates. You have to swallow down the bucket of saliva collecting on your tongue before you choke—you can’t help but salivate at the thought of what a huge cock like this tastes like… what it feels like. 

You’re pretty sure it could break you in two, and surprisingly, the thought excites you.

Lowering yourself on all fours, the first tentative lick you give Enjin’s length has his toes curling as he grips the sofa, ripping a chunk clean off the decaying material. 

You moan out a depraved 'ahhh' once you reach the top, a little smile playing on your lips as you tongue down the hole at his tip.  Greedily, you lap up all the little dribbles of pre beading at the tip and flowing out.

“W-Woaaah—ugh. FUCK!”

Enjin’s hand flies into your hair as he clears his throat. Sure, your mouthwatering stares made a blowie likely, but diving in this shamelessly? It’s enough to make him feel like he’s losing his damn mind.

You grip his base—an insurance policy to keep him from cumming—while your other hand cups his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. His thigh jolts beneath you and you simper at how sensitive he is despite his massive size.

“T-There’s no way in hell they taught your prissy ass how to be this much of a slut up there.”

Pouting, you release his balls to cradle his cockhead against your puffed up cheek, uncaring of the amount of pre seeping across your jaw. 

“D-Do…do you hate it? My hus—um, ex said it was a turn off. H-he'd say I have 'the depravity of a slums streetwalker.”

Staring up at Enjin, your eyes are clouded with lust, yet edged with worry—like he’d threatened to rip something precious away.  But it’s only his cock you’re coddling tighter against your cheek, your lips parting just enough to chase the beads of pre that drip close to your mouth.

If you weren’t gripping Enjin’s base so hard he definitely would have blown a load all over your face. Fuck, if the thought isn’t tempting to him though – he doesn’t think you’d even mind in this state.  

Goddamn, you’re so much sluttier than Enjin could have ever imagined. 

And he’d imagined it plenty. 

Especially on nights Enjin stumbled back to HQ drunk and alone, having closed down the bar with Corvus and Gris. Left to sate his own booze-fueled boner, he’d shamelessly rut into his pillow. Yet, no matter where his perversions strayed, every faceless fantasy in the dark insisted on transmuting into you. 

You seriously think he couldn’t match your freak? 

Oh, sweetheart, you have no fucking idea.

“Hate it?” 

Enjin holds back the growl building at the back of his throat. There’s a torrent of thoughts swirling with his high all at once—all coming to settle right back into his dick. 

“Never. Show me who you really are, Princess—n’ I’ll give it right back to ya tenfold—that’s a promise.”

If you weren’t already trembling with arousal—finally free to let your freak flag fly—you might’ve shied away. Enjin’s easy acceptance of you stirs something deeper, something messy that you usually ignore before it can settle. Now, with his scent thick on your face and tongue, you’re not thinking at all—aching with the urge to all but inhale his cock.

You merely nod, flashing Enjin a coy smile before stretching your plush lips to wrap around him. Slowly, you swallow down his girth, mouth hot with suction so deliciously moist Enjin’s hips jerk up. You gag, but his firm grip on your roots keeps your head in place, forcing his length to breach your throat.

“That’s it, baby…open up f-f’er me—g-good fucking girl, Princess…”

Tears prick at your eyes as his cock pounds back of your throat. The stretch is brutal—but some desperate part of you craves more of his filthy praise. What you can’t take with your mouth, your hands make up for—stroking every thick inch your lips can’t swallow.

“Shiiiit, girl! You’re a pro at this.”

If you ask Enjin later, he’d probably call you a throat goat, however most of your “experience” came from the smutty paperbacks high-society wives hid in corsets and swapped under tea tables—not actual practice. You don’t really know what you are doing. You’re just following the book's explicit instructions. 

Still, Enjin doesn’t seem to mind being your test dummy. 

On the contrary, Enjin is more than happy to let you do your thing and he does just that. Although, the longer your head bobs along his cock, the more your skirt rides up—until it finally flips over your hips, giving him a perfect view of the cheeky lace framing your ass.

Enjin groans, gripping your ass with bruising force before sliding his fingers down to palm your pussy over your panties—fuck, you’re already dripping for him.

“Hah—uppity cunt gets this sloppy just from a lil’ dick sucking, eh?”

Enjin laughs, yet the gravel rattling in his voice betrays him. No one has ever fearlessly tried to deepthroat him and actually fucking enjoyed it. 

Unable to respond with your mouth, too busy still trying to do the impossible and fit more inside your throat, your hips respond instead—wiggling desperately against his fingers, begging for more of his touch. 

Enjin doesn’t hesitate. Slipping a tatted finger into your panties, he drags it through your folds, marveling at how wet and scorching you are. Pushing into your core, your walls clamp down, fluttering around his digit.

Oh fuck, even his fingers are big! 

A second ringed finger follows – the rough, callous fingers of a man who's seen too many fights scrape so good against all your gooey spots. Lewd squelches echo from your pussy as your throat tightens around him in tandem. The sounds, the squeeze, the heat—all of it is driving him crazy.

Shit he’s gonna cum for real this time. 

To his credit, Enjin tries to warn you—tries to pull you off before it’s too late. 

He doesn’t wanna risk pissing you off and having you refuse to ever do this again. Enjin still wants to fool around more;, he wants to fuck you. It’s that thought—your pretty pussy lips splitting open to swallow him instead—that has him busting his hot seed down your throat in thick, hot pulses.

“HAHH—FUHH!”

Releasing your hair, Enjin half expects you to pull away, furious he hadn’t warned you.  Instead, your nails dig into his thigh, steadying yourself. You moan around him, the vibrations rippling through his sensitive cock while you work him for every last drop, his hips jerking beneath you.

Only when you’re certain you’ve drained him do you pull back, swollen lips coming off his cock with a wet pop. 

“Allll go-neee S-Sheee? HAhhhhh~♡”

Tits jiggling as you heave for air, you present your tongue to Enjin as proof you’ve swallowed all of him. Every. Filthy. Drop.

“Oh fuck me… you’re a nasty lil’ Trash Princess, aren’t you?”

You can’t help but agree—your throat’s wrecked and your pussy’s aching to be used just as thoroughly. Enjin’s fingers aren’t inside you any more, although they are still on your pussy, running through your folds absentmindedly.  

“Ngh—n-eed m-more,” you slur.

All your decorum was lost to the wind the moment you asked to see his dick—you don’t even care that it’s Enjin of all people that you just gave head to. Suddenly, the obnoxious pain in your ass seems like your only deliverance. Right now, you're more frustrated that you've spent so much time bickering with him when you could have been fucking him.

You much prefer his moans to anything else coming out of his mouth.

You need him to get hard again—immediately!

Enjin, mind mushy with release, takes another joint out to light. As much as he wants to return the favor after that kind of sloppy top, the man needs a minute.  His high has his whole body tingling from the post release sensitivity.

But you can’t wait any longer. It’s been god knows how long since you’ve had a proper orgasm and those were only from your own small, fumbling fingers. Throat achy and raw, you quiver at the masochistic thought of how his cock is going to absolutely obliterate your pussy.

You slide your panties down before flinging off your jacket and top.  Taking a seat on Enjin's lap, you're now clad in just your bra, your skirt that's bunched up at your hips, and thigh highs. Grabbing his cock, you give his soggy, half-hard girth a few encouraging pumps.

Your pussy is already slobbering, a viscous string of syrupy slick drips down from your slit to land on his cockhead, connecting you to him as you line him up. 

Feeling your fingers around his length, Enjin's eyes fly open, balancing the joint between his lips as he quickly shrugs off his own jacket, checking the pockets.

“Woah, woah. Slow your roll there sweetheart—you’re skipping a few steps.”

You aren’t listening though, not giving a fuck what Enjin is talking about as you cry out, grinding your clit against his fat tip, before running it back through your folds.

Enjin grits his teeth, coughing out smoke as he holds the joint in one hand and your hips in the other. You’re being a brat again, not listening to a single word he’s saying. 

“Gotta find my rubbers…also gotta stretch you out better, Princess—you’re gonna split in two if I don’t.”

You whimper, petulant and needy. You press his cockhead against your entrance, swiveling your hips like you’re going to recklessly sink down on him at any second.

“Huh? Rubbers?” You shake your head in confusion, pouting. “m’Ennnnjiiiiin…I can’t wait that long—puh-leaseee don’t make me wait s’long, Enjiiiiin. I can take it, promiseee!”

The way you sweetly coo his name is shattering any sense of self-control Enjin has left. The urge to submit you to the ultimate corruption surges hot through his veins, but Enjin knows how big he is and while he did want to break you, he didn’t want to hurt you in the process. You are absolutely nuts to want to ride him with so little prep—now, on top of everything else, you apparently wanted him to fuck you raw.

Wait—did you just ask what rubbers were? Did you not have condoms on the Sphere?

But any lingering concerns dissipate the second you start fighting to get his tip inside you.

“Too s-slow!” You groan.

Fear is the last thing on your mind—evident in the way you impale yourself on him, defiant even against the impossible stretch. Your pussy is tight around the swollen head of his cock, strangling it as your nails dig into his shoulders. You grind in slow, desperate circles. Tears roll down your cheeks as you bite them to keep from crying out, your body fighting against every inch.

Enjin watches with a dark glint in his eyes – you trying so hard for him makes him want to flip you over and fuck you into the cushions. But he’d let you have it at your own pace…for now. 

Releasing your hip, Enjin spits into his palm, rubbing his slick fingers over your clit in slow steady circles. 

“Such a hard-headed girl—c’mere…”

Enjin takes a long drag from the joint, balancing it between his fingers as he grabs the back of your neck. His lips crash into yours before you can think.

You gasp and Enjin takes the opportunity to exhale the smoke deep into your lungs, taking the harshest of the hit himself. You're left with only the smooth, earthy flavor warming your chest before it melts through your limbs.

But it’s the way he kisses you after that really knocks the ground out from under you. His tongue pushes past your lips, tangling with yours—hungry, messy, like he wants to steal the little air you have left until you’re only breathing him in.

Your arms wrap around his neck, hands buried in his soft buzzed undercut, anchoring yourself. You moan into his mouth and he swallows it greedily, teeth nipping your lower lip before diving right back in. All the while, his thumb keeps grinding into your clit, faster now, like he’s keeping rhythm with the pulse that’s beating under your skin.

Why does it feel this good? How is he doing this to your body? S’not fair! 

Not realizing you could feel this good from a kiss, you're unraveling in real time. Your mind goes blank with every pulse, every word, every inch. You’re not even fully seated yet, but you can already feel the blunt head of his cock grinding against your cervix, the pressure building with each centimeter you drop. You never imagined you could feel this full—like he might actually breach your womb.

The thought alone has you trembling, unstable, your aching thighs giving out, causing you to slide down a bit too fast. The thick veins along his length rake across your g-spot and your body snaps. A sharp, helpless spasm rocks you as your breath catches and a small, unexpected orgasm rolls through you.

Enjin pulls back just enough to let you breathe, though your body doesn’t stop shivering, lost in a blur of pleasure and pain.

“Eh... did you just cum, Princess?”

The question is rhetorical, full of smug amusement, as he can feel the increasing wetness leaking down his cock, making it all the easier for you to slide down.    

Teasing your earlobe, Enjin’s tongue dips in to flick at the shell of it, making you clench.

“HA! Good fucking girl! A lil’ more and I bet she’ll be a real squirter f’er me.”

Enjin beams, proud of his Trash Princess. No woman had ever taken him this deep—not even close. Enjin hadn’t expected you to be any different. And yet…when Enjin looks down, he releases a groan deep from his gut.

The sight alone almost has Enjin nutting in you -- your drooling cunt spread so wide around his girth, sitting almost at his base. A thought flashes briefly – it's kinda like he’s a virgin again. Parts of his dick had never experienced this kind of molten heat so maybe, in a sense, he is? Enjin didn’t fucking care if he was though, as he ain’t about to be with the way your pretty pussy is giving way like it’s made for him. 

“Run that back.”

Enjin takes the final drag, pinching the smoldering end of the joint between his fingers before flicking it aside. He leans in again, slower this time. There’s no rush in how his mouth seals over yours. The second shotgun is less about the smoke and more about the feel of you—your lips parting for him, your breath syncing to his, and the small whimper you make as he sucks slowly on your tongue.

The haze spreads between you both, thick and warm. Simultaneously, his knuckles tease your clit, a soft schlick sound filling the space between you from you getting wetter by the second. By the strength of some unknown force, you finally bottom out, immediately collapsing into his neck. 

You both moan. Enjin feels you quivering from the inside out and you feel him everywhere—shifting your guts into your ribs. 

“I…I did it.”

Your smile blooms soft against his inked skin, lips grazing the spot where you can feel his own pulse hammering wildly.

Enjin’s in no state to congratulate you on your impressive feat. Completely sheathed in you raw, coring out your gummy walls into the shape of his dick—something in his brain chemistry fizzles. Like a bit of pussy juice, acting as a catalyst, slipped into his dick and traveled straight to his prefrontal cortex to corrode all of his previous thoughts about you. The result is clear.

Enjin doesn’t give a fuck if you are a snobby, annoying, needy lil’ brat who never let him get away with shit and bitches at him constantly—the furtherest thing from his type.

Because honestly?

Motherfuck a bullshit-ass type. Your slutty ass pussy is fuckin’ perfect. 

For the first time, Enjin realizes he might be in love with you. 

How could he even look at another woman after this?

One thing if for certain—Enjin is going to make damn sure you never have the desire to even look at another man.

Both his hands trail up your hips, groping and squeezing the plump curves of your ass before settling at your waist. His blunt black nails dig into your skin to pull you back from his neck.

Enjin whistles, admiring the stagnant stream of spittle lingering on your chin. Look at you—cockdrunk just from sitting on him. 

Enjin doesn’t think he’s ever seen you look more beautiful.

“Enjiiiiiin,” you whimper, not being able to hold yourself up. 

But your cries for him only inflame the predatory smirk on his lips, your honeyed cunt hugging his cock so beautifully. 

“Makes sense you fell from heaven, huh Princess?” 

Whether you're ready or not, Enjin forcibly winds you on his cock in slow circles. Your clit brushes up against the well placed pubic ring like a reward for being the first to experience it.

“—cause this pussy’s a fuckin’ angel.”

Your eyes are already lodged in your skull so you can’t even roll them at his cheesy line. But if your pussy is an angel, then Enjin's dick is most definitely a demon—his sinful cock tearing through your insides and condemning you straight to hell.

Moaning loudly, your body moves on autopilot—chasing more friction from the rhythm Enjin set. Good thing everyone was at happy hour or you would for sure be attracting some major attention now.

Although, to be honest you probably wouldn’t notice anyway. You don’t even notice when your bra falls away, your tits spilling out just so Enjin could watch them jiggle in his face. You only register its disappearance once his mouth latches onto one of your nipples, his tongue finally saying it’s ‘hello’.

“Shiiiiit!”

Your hips stutter, then stall when Enjin tugs at your sensitive bud with his teeth.

“Hey…I know my Trash Princess ain’t tappin’ out just yet.” 

SMACK!

Enjin brings a heavy palm down on your ass and your pussy clenches tighter around him. Enjin relishes the way your plush curves mold to his hands, each smack adding to the wet, messy sounds between you. You’ve already leaked enough on his lap to stain the sofa beneath you.

“Nah, ya just got on the ride, baby. Giddy-up.”

SMACK!

“NNNGH!” You weakly glare daggers at him. 

Any softness on Enjin’s face has since been replaced by something far more mischievous. If you thought he was obnoxious before—you’re about to learn he’s a full-blown menace inside of pussy.

Wobbling, you gather together what little resolve you have left to roll your hips forward. 

“HAAH! S’too biiiiiig,” you whine but your body can’t stop.

The juices saturated between you grant enough momentum to finally get a good, smooth bounce going.

“Fuck—that’s it, ride it like it’s yours, baby.” Enjin encourages you.

The way you cream harder every time he calls you 'baby' doesn't go unnoticed.

“Oh? You like me talking sweet to the pussy, baby girl?—Or do you just like being my filthy lil’ trash slut, hm Princess?”

Gritting your teeth, you grab on to Enjin’s shirt like reins, pulling him closer to you. 

“Y-You’re…gonna—ahshiiiit—hafta f-fuck m’better than thisss…if you want m-me to be your ‘baby girl’—Trash Daddy.”

Unfortunately, your sass falls flat—you can barely keep your head from lulling to the side. But Enjin’s thoroughly entertained nonetheless—he’ll take ‘Trash Daddy’ over ‘Trashy Poppins’ any day.

“Bet.”

Electricity runs through Enjin. He’s all charged up—now it’s his turn to unleash.

Your brow furrows from the noise Enjin makes—you’re not sure if he just laughed or snarled. But it's the only warning you get. 

Sliding down the sofa a bit, adjusting himself for stability, Enjin spreads his legs, planting his feet firmly on the floor as he bullies his cock up into you like he's breaking in his own personal fleshlight.

All you can do is go slack, falling forward on his chest. His grip bruising your hips, not allowing you to run from the way his blunt cockhead plows into your womb like a battering ram. 

The couch beneath you groans, its frame creaking under the strain. The wood and leather protest like the entire thing might fall apart at any moment.

“Enjinnnnn, m’slowwww dowwwnnn!” 

Your cries only fuel his frenzy and Enjin knows from the way you’re gushing on him you can take it.

Fuck—this sweet lil’ pussy is just so good for him. Imagine if he never met you. 

If you never—

Enjin cuts the thought off cold. 

Moving before you can blink—your world flips. One second he’s pummeling up into you, the next you’re on your back. 

Enjin peels away his shirt, muscles flexing as he looms over you. His hands curl around your ankles to keep them pinned overhead. A single bead of sweat catches your bleary eyes as it slides down his bare chest, gliding over firm muscle. The bold ink patterns seem to come alive on his skin. He looks so fucking sexy right now and you can’t help but to shamelessly ogle him.

Yet, there’s something much too serious and somber about Enjin’s current demeanor. You’ve been staring at him far too long to go unnoticed. The highly expressive, sassy powerhouse is rarely this silent. He should be teasing you right now, asking some smartass shit like if you’re ‘enjoying the view’. 

“Enjin?”

Your sweet voice hits his ears and instantly you have his attention again. Enjin flashes you a pearly white smile.

“Heh, enjoy the break, Princess? You wont get another.”

Ignoring the question in your eyes, Enjin folds you into a mating press, thrusting to the hilt all in one motion. The sound of flesh lewdly slapping against flesh fills the room, as do your cries.

But there’s still something else burning in his eyes. Enjin knows it’s unfair not to be honest with you, but taking out his unspoken feelings on your pretty pussy is the only way he can express himself at the moment. 

Suddenly, there’s a loud creak followed by a decisive snap and two of the sofa’s legs give out. If your sweat and cum weren't like glue on the old leather you’d surely slide off head first. You yell out in alarm, but Enjin doesn’t give a fuck about the damn sofa.

His mood is still soured by the thought that wouldn’t be shaken away until he confronted it—

If you never fell.

But you did. He found you—and now that Enjin has you under him like this, he needs to fuck the point he’s concluded into you:

If Rudo ever finds a way to the Sphere, Enjin will personally travel there and see to your ex-husband himself. 

Hell, he might even rail you in front of him a few times—show him what a real man could do. Maybe even a real…husband?

If the sounds of sloshing fluids and skin slapping skin weren't ringing so loudly in your ears that it drowned out everything else, you would have thought Enjin had lost his mind with the way he was cackling above you.  He sounds completely deranged, laughing at the idea of him finally wanting to settle down all while continuing to pound you deeper into the broken sofa.

But despite being high off weed and your pussy, Enjin’s mind has never been more clear—he wants to lock you down.

“Hah… P-Princess, can ya feel me in your tummy? Right…” Enjin’s golden eyes lock on the ever-so-slightly distended bulge from the monstrous intrusion in your guts.

“....right, here.” 

Throwing your legs over his shoulders, his large hands splay across your sweat sheened belly. You’re squirming under the heat of Enjin sandwiching your guts between his palm and his cock. Its all far too much—you’re too full, unable to really focus on what Enjin’s saying.

“Ahh, E-Enj—m’ c-cum, g-gonna mmm…” you hiccup, swallowing your tears.

Your nails rake down his arm to ground yourself but your body is thrumming too hard, adrift in the rush rolling through every one of your wired nerves. Your tits bounce obscenely every time your velvety walls devour his cock back down to the base. Enjin’s pubic piercing bucking against your clit has you clutching onto his dick like you were about to break it off.

You feel so fucking good. Enjin desperately needs to feel you creaming on his cock, and you would be soon if your kitten nails raking down his arms– adding more red to his already inked skin– were any indication. 

“That’s it, Princess, hah—fuck, baby, I got you. Squirt for your Trash Daddy.”

As if on command, the knot inside you coils to its breaking point, prickling every nerve, releasing a warm rush of fluids. Your body tingling in ecstasy, you quickly tumble over your peak, eyes blinded by speckles of brightness as you cum.

Yet Enjin hasn't slowed, his continuous pounding forcing more of your cum and squirt to gush out of you—the melody of his now drenched balls colliding with your wet ass only growing loude

“Fuck, that’s it. Pussy cryin’ like she wants my cum, Princess…” 

You’re barely conscious from all the pleasure, eyes rolling back into your head. 

“She’s jealous that slutty throat of yours got all my cum, now it’s her turn to swallow, isn’t that right?”

It’s a rather roundabout way for Enjin to ask if he can nut inside you, but then again, he wasn’t really asking. The thought of breeding you makes him feral. 

“Ahh—f’nnghhhh!”

Non-verbal and fucked dumb, you’d probably agree to anything right now. You’re an utter mess–pussy stretched beyond anything you thought possible, face sticky with slobber rolling down to pool in the folds of your neck. 

“O’course it is…gonna dump all these trash babies into my princess’ sweet lil’ cunt.”

Although you are super turned on by the thought of Enjin breeding you, there's no way you have any idea how serious Enjin is about putting a baby in you. How could you? You don’t even realize the love confession his cock is professing to you.

“FUHHHH—take it!”

Enjin pumps thick ropes of his cum into your tummy as his body thrashes on top of yours. The primal intensity has you vibrating as another orgasm rips through your overstimulated and overworked pussy. Filled the brim, his spunk overflows, sploshing out of your pussy as he rocks his hips, urging his seed deeper to plant right in your womb.

In the afterglow, the two of you lie off-kilter in a tangled heap on the broken sofa. There’s blood rushing to your head— not the worst place for it, you think, all things considered. Enjin’s weight is heavy, his chest heaving into yours, warm and sticky as he wraps you in his arms. 

Just as you feel you both might drift off like this, Enjin stirs. Flinching, you whimper as Enjin wills himself up, his cock sliding out of your pussy with a squelchy suctioning noise. Your knees part for him with zero resistance as he inspects his handiwork, peeling apart your battered pussy lips to reveal your dug out slit. 

“Whewww,” Enjin whistles at the sight of the thick creampie glistening in your core. “All this cum your cute pussy pulled outta me—you’d think she was my jinki.”

Sober, you likely would have slapped him for referring to your pussy as his vital instrument. But ecstasy clouds your logic, so high off endorphins and other substances, you only giggle. It is kinda funny you suppose.

“Yeah—squirtin’ on command like that. Definitely an attack type.”

Spread open, the thick plug of spunk froths out of you. But Enjin simply tuts, pushing it right back in, not wanting to waste a single drop.

“Yeah, how about that, ’mma duel wielder! Yup, definitely gotta name ‘er now—what you thinkin’ I should call her, princess?”

Enjin sees the way your pretty cunny is twitching, and in his pussy drunk mind, it's an approval. The spasms that still quake through you are like tremors of Morse Code—your slutty pussy agreeing with him, begging for more. Flipping you over on your belly, Enjin is more than happy to fulfill any request of his new vital instrument.

“Got it! Cumbringer! The Umbreaker and The Cumbringer. Nice ring to ‘em, dont’cha think?”

Cumbringer!?

Later, you would definitely regret being so thoroughly fucked out of your mind you didn’t put a stop to this. Enjin is most definitely going to be insufferably proud of himself for the next 3-6 business weeks. He’d lord this over you and tease you with not-so-subtle hints around the rest of the cleaners. 

Yet, as Enjin is swabbing his huge cock through your folds, you feel the ache of loss in your core, wanting to be filled again and you can’t seem to find the fucks to care—you just needed more of his dick, like…now.

Pleased with your compliance, Enjin thumbs the dips at the small of your back, perching your ass up so your back arches real nice.

“Trash Daddy’s gonna take real good care of Cumbringer from now on, too. Make ‘er live up to the name.”

When Enjin pushes into you again, the new angle has him bullying against your g-spot with even more intensity than before. Seeing the way you jolt, he holds back from going as deep this time to directly abuse the spot. Slick runs down your legs and despite how slippery the ruined leather cushions are beneath you, Enjin still holds you firm as his cock sloshes through your ruined pussy.

“Say, how much anima you think is in my nut, Princess?”

You don’t respond but Enjin, proving to have the stamina of a beast, feels like he should give you at least two more doses just to be sure.

⛓

Fading in and out of a euphoric stupor, you’re unsure how much time passes. Absolutely cockdrunk, at some point, you’d simply just surrendered. Your pussy clearly has zero complaints about being a jinki for Enjin’s cock and you are too dumb once you get a lil dick to stop him.

Somehow, you’ve ended up folded over the wide coffee table. It’s unstable beneath you, but Enjin doesn’t seem to care what he breaks when he’s fucking you. He only moved from the sofa when the back of it finally broke.

Straining, you think you hear voices but everything feels so far away and fuzzy. The room gets darker and you realize Enjin’s thrown his coat over you. Still sheathed deep inside you, Enjin’s cock plants lazy kisses to your womb as he speaks rather casually to someone.

Hmm, did he get a call? Is that Semiu?

Semiu is likely calling, wondering why you both haven’t shown up to happy hour yet—shit. There’s no way you’re making it in this condition; your limbs are toast. You can’t even move the weight of Enjin's bulky jacket off of you, the heavy material trapping you in the humidity of your own breath and sweat. But in a way, the warmth is comforting. Your cheek resting against the wood, you allow the tent of muggy heat and his cock moving languidly inside you to lull you into complacency— in your delirium, everything feels like a nice dream.

Yet Enjin is fully alert, a shit eating grin on his face as he stares down Semiu and Gris who had just walked in on Enjin shamelessly beating your doonies down. Enjin only spared your modesty by covering you up, but he has no qualms with either Gris or Semiu seeing him in all his glory and doesn’t even bother pulling out of you.

A fact that is painfully clear as he pats the pockets of his jacket draped over you for his cigs—he might as well smoke if he’s giving you a break.

“I win,” Semiu turns to Gris, hand out expectantly.

Semiu’s cool expression never changes but there is amusement in her eyes as Gris fishes into his pockets and places a stack of bills into her hand.

“Tsk, damn…” Gris shakes his head, although he’s not shocked. 

The two of you are down so horrendously bad for each other that this should have happened long ago as far as everyone else was concerned. The tension has been at an unbearable level for those around you, the way the two of you picked at each other non-stop like a kid’s first crush.

Alas, you’re an airhead and Enjin is so stubborn he’s delusional. So the older Cleaner members couldn’t help, but place bets on when and where you and Enjin would finally slip between the sheets. Its a shame that you weren't in one of your beds right now--in between actual sheets--instead of the lounge becoming collateral damage.

“You know, after all the game you talked about winning your money back at poker tonight, Bro said you were a no-show because you knew you were gonna lose…” Gris eyes the boneless, quivering lump that is you under Enjin’s jacket. 

Enjin really did a number on you. Your nonsensical babbles pouting for Enjin to ‘make sure to tell Semiu to bring you back some fries from the bar’ obviously means you have no idea that they are actually in the room.

“But it looks like you have your ‘ace in the hole' for an entirely different game.”

Enjin chortles. His hips stutter forward a bit too hard and you squeak in protest, he just hushes you.

“Awe, so you came back all this way to check-up on us? How sweet,” Enjin says sarcastically, taking a drag from his cigarette.

“Hardly. Rudo accidentally chugged an entire beer he thought was soda—then proceeded to throw it all up over Zanka,” Semiu says flatly. 

Enjin attempts to hold back his laughter as Semiu continues with a sigh. She explains thatGris helped carry Rudo back, promptly putting his little blacked out ass to bed. Zanka locked himself in the bathroom immediately upon returning.

“Although they're sure to be occupied for the rest of the night, since the kids are back in the building you need to wrap this shit up Enjin—she looks like she could use the break anyway.”

Semiu casts a sympathetic look your way. She did warn you about Enjin though, so he was your mess to deal with now. 

“Sure thing,” Enjin says, patting your form underneath his coat, “I’ve trained my new jinki well enough for tonight.” 

Semiu takes one look at the absolutely diabolical grin on Enjin’s face and decides she's already had enough of his shit for the night.

She sighs again. “Just hurry it up, alright?”

Enjin gives Semiu a cheeky salute. Yet the second her back is turned, Enjin mimes a dramatic chef’s kiss to the air for Gris. Enjin’s eyes roll back like he’s just had the best meal of his life. 

Gris snorts, shooting him a wink and a thumbs-up for a ‘job well done’ like a proud teammate before heading out of the room as well.

“One more thing.”

Semiu pauses in the doorway, hands resting on the double doors, surveying the crime scene-like state of the lounge. The sofa is toast, the coffee table’s on life support, and there's a growing puddle under you, spilling over to slowly drip off its edge onto the floor.

“If you’re just going to recklessly rawdog her, at least get her on the pill. Alice can sort that out tomorrow—right after you replace every piece of furniture you’ve both annihilated.”

Enjin simply shrugs, taking another drag of his cigarette.

“I suppose…we can stop by Alice’s too.” 

Semiu just rolls her eyes, only to wrinkle her nose as a wave of stale air wafts by.

“And for the love of god—crack a window. Smells like fresh ass in here.”

Once the doors finally click shut, Enjin rips his jacket off of you and smiles. You’re still blissed out in lalaland while your pussy, Cumbringer, is clenching around him like she has one more go left in her.

Grabbing your arm, he pulls you up. Still sheathed inside you, he sits back on his knees, bringing you with him, your back pressed against his chest.

“Mmmm—*yawns* Was that Semiu on the call, Enj?”

Call? Oh, heh.

“Ha, yeah baby girl, just Semiu on the line,” Enjin lies too easily. 

It’s for your own benefit though–no need to ruin your bliss with anything silly like embarrassment or shame from being walked-in on. Hell, unless Semiu says something, Enjin might be able to get away with not ever telling you.

“She said they ran outta fries though. I’ll get ya some later, yeah? Jus’ need Cumbringer to clock in one more time, Princess...”

Enjin rocks his hips with yours in a slow wave and your pout melts, no longer caring about the fries. Your head tips back onto his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you.

“Ah, mmmm, b-but—ngnh!  She mentioned something about hotdogs and getting pills tomorrow? Is that a mission?”

Enjin hums to keep from laughing as he turns your face towards him. He smirks devilishly against your lips.

Distracting you with sweet chaste kisses, Enjin rubs gentle circles over your womb. You’re gonna be so fucking hot waddling around HQ in your slutty ass uniform, tits leaking and belly full with his brats. 

The only pill he’d get from Alice would be a fertility pill.

“Nothing my slutty baby girl or my Cumbringer gotta worry about, Princess. Leave everything t’me.”

𝐚𝐧: ahh tysm for reading, especially if you are new to my writing. enjin brain rot is lethal. i needed to get this outta my system! jjk girlies forgive me for straying from my wip list and kinktober lol. definitely down to write more of him. i have a p2 and another enjin story (an AU) idea. but i have to focus on my jjk kinktober now! ♡

also, in case anyone is wondering—yes, reader's jinki is a labubu and yes, enjin just guilt tripped reader into growing him his own personal stash djhscjhdfj. banner: mash up of official manga + rororogi mogera 'last mall' doujin panels.

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A thousand thanks to the Notebook ᥫ᭡. Toji Fushiguro × f!Reader

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ credits for the art go to @\zeilorene0 ( on x ) ♡

Summary : you've been Megumi's babysitter for a year now, after his father noticed you at the neighbourhood's playground gracefully dealing with him and his best friend Yuji ( your little brother ). One day, as you brought Megumi and Yuji to school, the Fushiguro's baby tells you he'd forgotten his notebook at home, and what could you do, if not going back to bring it to him ? But something doesn't go as planned, and before you could notice, fate put a surprise so pleasurable on your path, not even in your wildest you could have ever dreamed it.

Content Warning : age gap ( reader is 20ish ) Toji is a dilf ! SMUT, finger!ng, unprotected sex, P in V, sloppy toppy, pet names, Toji's career as a hitman is implied. MINORS DNI !

“ welcome back, Mr Fushiguro. “  you went downstairs as soon as you heard keys twisting to open the front door.  “ hope you had a nice day at work. “  the smile on your face doesn’t get even a small one back from him. 

Nothing strange nor unusual, not when he comes back from night shifts, but this has never discouraged you from trying your best to let him feel at least a bit of homely warmth.

“ felt like hell actually. “ now that you’re looking at him, it’s easy to understand what’s he talking about, the way he’s dragging his feet towards the sofa before heavily dropping on it, head falling back as he sighs loudly, eyes closed with tiredness. 

You’ve been working for almost a year now as a babysitter for Mr Fushiguro and his sweet baby Megumi : you lived in the same neighborhood, sometimes you used to meet him and his son at the park, while you usually played with your little brother Yuji, who happened to become Megumi’s friend. That’s when Toji Fushiguro noticed you for the first time.

No one in the neighborhood knew much about that mysterious man, always coming and going at the strangest times of day and night, a cloud of pure mystery seemed to be constantly hiding him from the rest of the world. From you and your curiosity. 

You were a freshman in college when he asked you to work for him : his work hours made it difficult to raise Megumi all alone, and it seemed that the previous babysitters were and a horrible match.

But he looked at you.

He observed you while you played with your little brother and his son, the way Megumi seemed always thrilled at the idea of meeting you and his friend at the park made the mysterious, scary Mr Fushiguro became intrigued by you. Not in a strange way, of course, but he saw how you managed to soothe his baby’s silent desperate need for a mother.

“.. would you mind coming over tomorrow night ? ‘Got a late shift. “ the low tone of his voice made you shiver on the spot, especially how his tall stature hovered over you. 

“ of course, no problem Sir ! “ you caught the smallest glimpse of a smile on his scarred lips, and you felt your stomach flutter at the sight.

Oh, he was so damn sexy that day : a black compression shirt perfectly adhering to his chiseled torso and grey sweatpants, those pitch black strands of hair messily falling onto his eyes. After all, he was’t every wife’s fantasy for nothing. Even his manners were incredibly attractive, how he made everyone notice him by just stepping into the place.

There’s not much you know about his family’s dynamics, and it didn’t even cross your mind the idea of asking, but sometimes words slipped off of Megumi’s mouth - “mom’s in the sky, you know ? She looks at me, so I have to be good !” he said, the first time you’ve complimented his nice behavior - and everything made sense. 

“ would you like some hot tea ? You’ll feel much more relaxed, Sir. “ your job didn’t include you serving him like a live nanny, you just had to be there when he had long and late shifts, assuring that Megumi went asleep early enough for him to go to school. To live like a normal child. 

But you didn’t mind at all helping a tired man to relax after a hard day of work —   you don’t even know what he does, but again, it’s none of your business until money comes and you can pay for your studies. Both of your hands are pressing on the cushions next to the right side of his face, cocking your head a little, looking at his tired eyes opening up, setting on your sweetly upturned lips. 

He grunts, brushing hairs out of his face either his thick, calloused fingers.

“ don’t worry about it y/n. It’s late, you better go home. “ for as much as it doesn’t show or seem, Toji has an unconscious fatherly behavior that’s actually caring, it’s in his own way of course. A bit rough, harsh when he’s had a bad day, but he cares like one even with you sometimes, creating knots in your guts until a certain tingling sensation reaches down between your legs. 

“ nonsense Mr Fushiguro, I’ll make you some and then leave. “ with a gentle smile, you leave for the kitchen, preparing everything. A black, bitter tea just how he likes it. 

Waiting for the water to boil, you can’t help but notice how his presence on the couch behind your back creates a dense tension, something you’re feeling deep inside your chest, just like the inexplicable need to make a good impression to him. It has happened before that you’d left some food prepared for him to consume whenever he had time, and you know he hadn’t much of it given his hard work hours. 

Seeing him and Megumi consume all of that premade dishes from the store awakened a certain need of taking care of him. Or, maybe, you did all of that because of the way Mr Fushiguro’s eyes latched into yours with a light you couldn’t quite read, but made you feel deeply pleased. 

You’re not even conscious about it, but you’d give everything to be looked at that way from him each and every moment.

When you carefully put the tray on the coffee table, a light snore makes your ears twitch : without making any other noise, you turn your back, noticing that he has fallen asleep in that same position you’d left him. 

Poor man, so tired he didn’t have the strength to drag himself upstairs to the bed. A light huff escapes you as you find yourself looking at him with dangerous curiosity, the desire of getting to know this man’s mysteries. Then, something catches your attention : a thin slit on his cheek, red, glossy, a trickle of blood on the verge of falling down his face. 

You dare reaching for it before it could stain his skin, wandering how he’d got that cut, but as soon as your fingertips brushed against it, a tight squeeze holds onto your wrist. 

He woke up and reacted with such fast pace, you didn’t even notice before his fist got tight against your skin.  “ fuck —  sorry y/n, I didn’t mean to.. “  his voice so raspy, tiredness dripping from each word as he melted his thick, callous hand away from your skin.

“ n- no, don’t worry about it Mr Fushiguro, I shouldn’t have .. “ you feel stuck for a moment, a knot in your throat blocking whatever other excuse you could pronounce, eyes incapable of leaving the expression on Toji’s exhausted ones, looking at your just as much.  “ there’s a nice bed waiting for you Sir, get some good sleep Sir, I’ll handle this. “   all you can do is giving him a warm smile, genuinely worried about the extreme rhythms of his days.

After brushing his hand on his face, he stands up so tall, you’re still not used to how imposing his presence is - those incredibly broad shoulders and chest make you gulp every time without missing a beat - leading you to lower your face with embarrassment. 

You’re stepping back when Toji suddenly gets a hold of your chin. Delicate, more than you could expect from such rough fingers, gently brushing under your chin, and you’d you’d swear you’re feeling his thumb Hoover on your bottom lip. “ you’ll make a good wife some day, y/n. Thank you. “

Your heart misses a beat. Maybe two. You feel all the blood running through your veins to reach your cheeks, painting them a bright red color. His eyes so tired yet so intense, that dark green of his irises seem like they could rip you apart with a single glance. 

“ good night, Mr Fushiguro. “  the only words that manage to roll of your numb tongue before grabbing all of your stuff and leave the house. Not even the chill autumnal air managed to cool your body down, a heat that felt superhuman : hands trembling, mind wandering over and over on how his touch felt your your skin. Hell, even his fist around your wrist felt incredible, so strong, so hot you’ve wished for a moment he’d grab you again like that, tossing you on that couch to — 

The dirtiest fantasies crowd your mind as soon as you get under your blankets, not even the time of putting your pajama pants on that your hand is already reaching for that sweet spot between your damp folds. If only it was his fingers, those harsh thick pads circling on your clit, sliding inside your fluttering walls stretching you out with a slight pain Mr Fushiguro would be able to make erotic. 

You fall asleep with his name meting on your tongue. 

…

The sun shines warmly when you wake up, eat breakfast and get ready with a certain anticipation making adrenaline run through your body, you even take extra time to cure a couple of details more, such as how your hair sits, or eventual creases on your clothes. 

Hand in hand with Yuji, the walk to Mr Fushiguro’s house doesn’t take long : from a distance, your brother sees Megumi already waiting outside, and runs to him impatiently to hug his best friend. It always makes you smile to watch them getting along all the time, laughing and playing all the time, as you remember how both of them used to be shy and mostly lonely at the playground, until they met each other. 

It was Megumi himself who asked you to bring him to school together with his best friend, and of course you couldn’t resist to his sweet little pout; luckily, this morning you had enough time to do it, and so you arrive at the school courtyard. Everything goes smoothly, as you give both of them a kiss on their cheeks and wish them a good day, but all of the sudden, that little porcupine Fushiguro head comes running back to you with a worried face. 

“ Miss y/n I’m so sorry, I forgot my notebook.. “  his eyes getting all glossy and worried, they always manage to tug on your heart. 

“ don’t worry sweet boy, I’ll go get it for you, ‘kay ? Now go, and don’t worry about it ! “  after giving him a small pinch on the cheek, you get back on your feet and leave right after you see both of them going inside. 

Walking back to Toji’s house, a sudden heaviness presses on your chest and the gold on the handle of your bag gets tighter and tighter, trying to release some tension; the words Mr Fushiguro whispered yesterday got stuck into your skin, they got marked with a flaming hot metal rod in your mind, making it impossible to get rid of them. It’s probably the sham of hanging roughed yourself thinking about it that’s making you hesitate on ringing the bell.

Whenever you try to push small button in front of you, the way you suffocated his names between your lips replays in your head. 

Out of desperation, you finally press it. 

Nothing.

You press it again, receiving nothing but silence, no traces of even the faintest sound of feet stomping down the stairs. You start to think about last night, how easily Toji reacted to the smallest touch despite being incredibly tired, that - in your head, at least - means that he has a sleep so light that at the first ring of the bell he would have already opened. 

This hypothesis and little Fushiguro’s need seem enough for you to use your own copy of the house keys, which were given you for emergencies. Shoes off, you leave you bag at the entrance with them and quickly go upstairs : your intention is to be as quick as possible, to use someone else’s house keys makes you uneasy, especially when no one’s home. 

At least, so you thought.

“ ‘m fucking god — “  you freeze on the spot, right at the last stair, both your hands grasping at the walls on your sides, biting down at your lips. “ smells so fucking good. “  his lustful voice runs through your body tickling sensible spots they truly shouldn’t even come near. 

It doesn’t take a genius to notice that there’s no other voice coming from his bedroom, so at least you didn’t interrupt one of his menage with a woman. 

She’d be a lucky one for sure. 

None of your consideration makes the situation less embarrassing anyways, your nails gnawing at the wallpaper to your sides as you try to think quick enough for you to not get in trouble. The only thing left to do, is using the same feathered steps to go grab Megumi’s notebook and then leave the house just as you entered.

As you manage go walk past his bedroom, at least you’re lucky enough to find the notebook right on the desk; but it all ends as soon as you step outside the room, because as you pass Toji’s slightly open bedroom door, clutching the heap of paper to your chest, among his low grunts and dirty wet noises, he says something that freezes you on the spot one again.

“ ‘want to ruin that pretty face of yours, y/n — “  it’s stronger than you. You can’t help it. 

That dangerous curiosity of yours leads you to peek through the only slit left from the not fully closed door : your breath shatters, pupils dilated to the point that the color of your eyes disappears completely. Toji’s not only stroking his shaft, bucking his hips upwards to get more friction, but he’s holding a piece of fabric to his face. Your foulard. 

You thought you’d lost it weeks ago, petal white silk with sakura’s decorations on it, one of your favorites, a piece you used to wear with a lot of your outfits during autumn. The frequency with which you wore it, meant it was drenched in your perfume. 

The man’s back slightly arched as his strokes become more needy, your foulard still pressed against his flushed face and the noises become wetter. You feel weak at your knees, hands trembling, mind absolutely absent as reason becomes nowhere to be founds. 

A thud.

The notebook falls from your unconsciously weaker grip, and your worst nightmare becomes true. 

“ who’s there ? “  his voice husky, a obvious hint of annoyance while you stay silent, as if you’ve completely lost your voice. “ y/n ? Is that you ? “ you take a step back. 

Another, hearing blankets shift and the bed squeaking under his movements.

Another, as he steps heavy on the floor.

You hit the wall behind your back, and he opens the door. 

Even if Toji took his time to wear some pants, his torso’s still completely naked, but your shifty eyes can’t look anywhere that not his face frowned face. “ How long have you been here ? “

No response comes from you, your whole body shivering, both your hands are gripping on the fabric of your pleated skirt with pure shame. Mr Fushiguro walks a couple steps more towards you, until your bodies are mere inches away; your body jolts in the exact moment his curled index finds its way under your chin, raising your face once more to make you properly look at him. 

“ — ‘m so sorry Sir, I didn’t mean to .. “  finally your voice comes, wobbly, but at least it’s something. Something that makes him raise one eyebrow and slightly told his head to the side.

“ I’m the one who should be sorry. “  His eyes set on you with the same intensity as the night before, but this time, there something else to it. 

Hunger.

You can feel his thumb delicately brushing on your trembling bottom lip. “ I’m sorry I can’t stop thinking ‘bout how pretty you are. “   the sensation of being in a fever dream hits you because of the incredulity of the situation. It must be your mind playing games to you, because there no way that Mir Toji Fushiguro himself is saying such things to you. 

You must have had an hallucination about your foulard, or about his voice calling your name while touching himself. 

Right ?

The grip you had on your skirt melts, when you fell a certain pressure of Toji’s thumb on your lower lip; careful, yet so demanding you can’t help but indulge in it. You separate your lips, letting his digit slide right between them. Just like that, you moan around his finger.  “ fuuuck look at you, I’d kill to get a taste of that. “  

With the notebook being long forgotten on the floor, and reality feeling completely distant - as if you just fell into one of your dreams, and maybe you’re actually dreaming, still in your bed before the alarm rings - your hands find their way to Toji’s thick wrist, gently pulling so that his thumb doesn’t press anymore on your tongue. “ You won’t have to, Mr Fushiguro.. let me help you. “ 

The moan coming from his plump chest is rabid, just like his eyes, and the way one of his hands finds its way begins you head yanking you away from the wall so that he could crush his mouth against yours. This time, it’s you who moan onto his lips, sweetly, so pretty and irresistible that Toji’s tongue doesn’t waste any time to ask permission and chase yours. 

He tastes exactly like you always imagined, mint and traces of tobacco, so accurate to how he always presented himself —  and you know he smokes when Megumi’s not around. You saw him once with a cigarette hanging from his scarred lips and your panties got ridiculously soaked.

Not much different from now, because you’ve just dared to seek for stability by holding onto his naked torso, and you couldn’t help but gasp and break the kiss.

The curves of his ridiculously sculpted muscles are not the only details that you notice under your fingertips, there’s also a lot of scars, paler than his skin tone while some have a pinkish hue; your eyes falls from his slick lips down to his torso, eyebrows frowned with confusion, but mostly with worry, as you keep tracing some of them. 

“ it’s a tough world out there, doll.. “ clearly Toji has no intention of giving out the details on how he got them, and the memory of the small cut on his cheek that you saw yesterday immediately clicks. It makes sense now, but not a word about it comes from you, even because the man holds one of your hands in his way bigger ones. “ but you always take care of me, you’re such nice, pretty thing. “ 

Finally, you look up at him again : his eyes had gotten so dark you can barely spot a glimpse of his beautiful emerald green. “ will you take care of this aching one too ? “  Toji got you so distracted that you notice it way too late. The hand of yours which he’s holding, was bright down his navel —  your fingertips brushing against the dark happy trail until his - in fact - achingly hard cocks falls under your palm, through the fabric of his grey sweats. 

It’s true you’ve picked through the small opening of the door, but from that point of view you couldn’t really tell how actually long and thick it is. You swallow down a gulp feeling intimidated, uncertain of your ability to take care of something like this. 

But are you really goin to refuse an opportunity like this ? Something that you dreamed of, that you touch yourself thinking about ? 

Fuck no. 

“ of course, Sir. “  his grin does something to you. It completely melts your reason away, just like this new proximity of his face to yours, lips brushing against each other but without touching. 

“ keep calling me like that an you’re gonna get in trouble, doll. “ he’s magnanimous enough to leave a small peck at the corner of your mouth, leading you by the hand into his bedroom. 

Dark tones are dominant in this please, from the dark grey color of his walls to the black bedsheets and dark wood furniture; the only light source are the sunbeams coming through the curtains, making it all way more intimate. 

Toji stops in front of the bed, which side hits against the back of his knees. Obviously he always stood so tall in front of you, but this time everything’s so different. Maybe because he leans down to trap you once again into a feverish kiss, while his hands guide yours to the elastic of his sweats : your fingers hook on it, but without his guidance, you wouldn’t have found the courage to push them down. 

And so you do, letting his cock sprig out, slapping against his pelvis.

Being all caught up in that kiss, you don’t think much before acting bold and wrap your fingers around it. What a stupid move. A groan parts Toji’s lips feeling your soft hand getting a hold of his shaft, a bit raw from the strokes he gave himself moments before; but you.. your gaze falls right down where you’re touching his body, mouth falling agape.

He’s big, so damn thick you can’t possibly close your hand around it. Thick, pulsing veins run along his whole length, and his tip doesn’t disappoint either. Plump and of a reddish color, already slick with droplets of precum smeared on it. 

“ oh my god.. “ words roll off your tongue before you could even realize, hand still wrapped around it, gently squeezing almost as if you’re trying to realize whether it’s real or not.

“ what is it, doll ? “ he chuckles, cockiness dripping copiously from his voice. “ never had something like this before ? “  if it weren’t for his tease, you wouldn’t have been able to look away from it, finally laying your gaze back to his face.

“ I doubt there’s someone else who has something like this. “  your cheeks are burning red once more, at this point talking without even thinking. You’ve had your experiences with other guys, of course you did, but how could anyone pack such a .. beast ? 

“ guess it’s your lucky day. “  Given your hesitation, Toji knows better than being smug about it and making you feel embarrassed about it. “ it surely is mine, look at you. Been wanting your hands on be for so long. “  and with that, he wraps his own hand around yours, guiding it up and down his throbbing cock. 

His head falls back, those black strands always covering his eyes freeing his face. A loud groan rumbles into his chest to the feeling of you pumping him so graciously it almost breaks him; Toji’s reaction makes your blood boil hot inside your veins, slowly becoming fully conscious of the fact that his body is going stiff thanks to you. 

The sight of him caught up in pleasure makes something click in your head and body, so you get down on your knees. 

“ let me take care of you, Mr Fushiguro. “  your voice sounds as sweet as honey to his ears, a violent shiver runs through his back snapping him out of the previous bliss. A much better one rips a proper moan from him as your tongue licks a stripe from the base to his tip.

“ fuuuuck baby, driving me mad — “  his hand easily find the back of your head gently tugging at your hair. Your lips wrap around his tip, swirling your tongue around it  with an audacity that takes even him by surprise. 

Wrapping both of your hands around it, you try to get every inch you can inside your mouth, slowly sucking on it until it reaches the back of your throat; that’s when Toji loses it, bucking his hips against your mouth, looking down at you biting down his bottom lips, drawing blood even. 

“ got an amazing fucking mouth on you y/n, always knew it. “  things begin to get all sloppy and wet as he become unable of controlling his thrusts, even if they’re faint ones. Saliva runs down your chin, eyes looking up at him getting so glossy, tearing up enough for a couple of tears falling down your cheeks.  “ c’me here doll, need to taste you. “

He’s as careful as his pleasure lets him to be in sliding his length out of your mouth, even if he doesn’t let you catch your breath before picking you up as if you weighted nothing, laying your body on his bed. The pillow reeks of his scent, it immediately catches your senses.

Not as quickly as Toji is in sliding his body between your legs, holding his body onto yours with one arm above your head. His mouth latches onto yours in another rabid kiss, until the man finds its way down your throat, licking at sucking at your delicate skin like a starved animal. Your whimpers sending him over the edge, forgetting about whatever limits the moral might impose.

His rough plan finds its way down your shirt, reaching for one of your hard little peaks, almost ripping away your bra. With your vision getting blurry, his hot breath cursing against the tender skin of your neck and clavicles, as he buckles his naked hips against your center, your nails dig into the muscles of his back. 

“ Please Toji — “ your voice sounds like a desperate cry, because you are. Your panties are drenched with your juices, it makes you blush the thought of him being able to feel it. The man gives a break to your skin hearing you calling him by his name. A new light sheds on his face when he looks at you : the corner of his lips turning up just enough to make him look dangerous, half lidded eyes as his hand leaves your chest to wander way down. 

“ why did you just call me, doll ? “  he sound dangerous, dangerously inviting for sure. You have no idea of what you’ve stumbled into, and surely you’re not capable of thinking straight right now, with his fingers finding the wet spot between your legs.

“ .. T- Toji, Sir, please.. please I need — “  voice gets stuck in your throat as soon as you feel his middle and index finger brushing against your clothed clit. His smirk widening. 

“ What do you need baby ? Come on, use your words. “  it’s so obvious you never had such an experience before, guys your age could never make you feel like this, not even trying their hardest. Toji stand his torso straight up, looking at you from above, just like a god. 

Damn, he surely has the look of it. 

“ want you to have me Mr Fushiguro—  please. “  the frustration is building up to the point your eyes are stinging, your face flushed with a pleasure that’s fucking your mind before your body. 

“ sooo needy, look at you. A face so pretty I might give you everything you want, doll. “ his smirk turns into a a dull blown down grin, ripping your top off of your body before getting a hold of your skirts zip. “ let me see your sweet cunt first, yeah ? Want you to take me nice and smooth, baby. “ 

You’re fully gone now.

Nothing, outside this bedroom, exists anymore, you forgot everything else you had to do for that morning, Toji’s hands undressing you being the only thing occupying your mind. 

The lace of your panties match perfectly with your bra, a small attention you had this morning without even thinking. “ always dolled up, making me lose my right mind. “

Toji leans down once more, kissing a wet trail along your naked torso, until her races for the hem of your slips; is that’s possible, your faces gets even more red when he breaths in your scent, biting down the inside of your tight, moaning against your skin like an animal. 

He rips them.

Toji rips your panties off of you, looking at it with the darkest, hungriest eyes you’ve ever seen on him. “ mmh yeah, the prettiest little cunt I’ve ever seen. “  even more carefully than you’d ever expect, his index finger slides between your wet folds until it finds its way inside your velvety walls. 

You grip the shits so tightly they might rip, eyes shut closed as your moan fills the walls around you. A aigb good enough to his ears, Toji’s lips wrap around your clit suck, before sliding also his middle fingers. “ ‘s so tight baby, barely taking two fingers. “

If only you weren’t being swallow whole from the most intense pleasure of your life, you would have scoffed. It’s easy for him to say, two of his fingers are literally thicker than any of the guys you’ve ever been with before. 

“ gonna stretch you out for me, doll, you’ll take every inch of me. “ his low chuckle has something scary and incredibly attractively attractive all at once, vibrating against your sensible bundle of nerve as he begins to work his fingers inside you.

Mr Fushiguro’s shoulders are broad enough to keep your legs from closing around his head, the way his tongue is working magic against you, milking every bit of juice you had, is driving you crazy. You’re a whimpering mess, your walls throbbing around his fingers. You eve buckle your hips against them, trying to get as much as possible from him.

Something that surely feed Toji Fushiguro’s ego, but his response rips a loud cry from your chest; his rough had slaps against your pussy, and the third finger follows its twins, making you arch your back like a cat. “ didn’t know you were a greedy one. Think you’re ready to take me ? “

“ Yes ! Yes yes please ! Please sir, I need you  soooo bad — “  your pleasing gets interrupted by another wet slap against you center, but this time, Toji slapped it with his heavy, even more reddened cock. The veins in it seems to have engorged while he ate you put, and your mouth waters at the sole thought of it inside you. 

“ ‘aight doll, let’s see how much you want me. “ he tuts. The man drags and wets his length with your sap before aligning the glistening tip with your entrance. One of his hands holding onto your thigh as the other grips the flesh of your hip.

Your insides squelche, creaming his length as soon as it begins to fully stretch you out, Toji’s grip on your skins become so intense you know for sure is going to leave his marks on you for days. Both your and his head falls back with a pleasure so intense, your eyes get watery and your moan shatters into your chest. 

As for Toji, he’s fully losing his mind feeling your velvety rings wrapping around him so tight, you’re practically swallowing him inside, making it impossible to stand staring up like this. His body falls onto yours once more, holding the weight on his elbows.

“ y’ alright baby ? What a good girl, taking me so well. “  how is it possible, you have no idea, the the husky tone dropping dense in your ear makes you loosen up a bit more, letting him inside fully. 

“ my god you’re so- so big Toji, I love that — “  the more this madness goes on, the more you discover about yourself. It’s true you’re barely taking him whole, his fat tip smooching your cervix is driving crazy both of you. 

But you want more.

Toji needs more.

“ yeah ? Love that ? ‘s so big it’s perking out from your belly, look at this. “ you’re barely able to stand on your elbow, but as your eyes fall on the evident bulge on your lower abdomen, you don’t know whether to be scared or give in the fantasy that’s disturbingly erotic. “ perfectly molding onto me, baby. “ 

With both your legs wrapped around him, Toji finally moves, finding a pace that lets him find its way and you to adjust as he moves; you finally find the courage of grabbing him by the back of his neck to drag him into a kiss you feel like you need more than oxygen. Your moans melting into each other’s mouths as his pace gets slightly faster by the moment. 

“ faster .. please sir, faster, I c-can handle it. “ a cry that falls into his ear so sweetly, the sound alone makes him groan violently, forehead pressing onto yours before his hips slams against yours. 

“ like it rough, huh ? I’ll give you rough. “ he slams again, and again, his pace getting faster as he grounds his pelvis into your aching clit. The cries coming from your reddened lips are a melody, a mermaids song made just for him to hear. 

The perking shape of his cock ramming into you is still so visible, so deviously hot Toji thought of taking a picture of it; but his mid’s completely lost, nipping and sucking at your nipples rabidly. 

“ j-just like that —  don’t stop, don’t stop sir, I’m — “ you don’t even need to finish your sentence, Toji grabs the back of both your knees, putting your legs on his shoulder to trap you in a mating press.

“ milk my cock nice and wet baby, come on. “  he speaks through his teeth, pinning you down onto the bed as he manages to strike your spongy g-spot so perfectly your eyes roll back and your back arches against his backed torso. “ gonna fill you up so much ‘s gonna drip out of you. “ 

Something more primordial seems to have reached the surface of this man ramming into you so vigorously, his head balls are slapping against your ass making it sore. But every bit of pain becomes a pleasure you’ll never be able to live without, your meals digging so hard into his back muscles that you draw blood; but he moans, Toji moans again and again, gripping hard to the back of you tights as the bed crackles so much you’d fear it might brake. 

“ ‘m coming ‘m coming ‘m coming—  just like this Toji, yes ! “ by now you’ve completely lost your mind, face wet with so many juices you don’t even know but it doesn’t matter. His hips pummel your puffy pussy until you squirt all over him, crying his name out loud holding onto his shoulders. 

“ good-fucking-girl — “ Mr Fushiguro holds onto the bed headboard as he spurts his dense release inside you, and his grip around the wood is so strong that it breaks, but none of you could care less. His cock head is lodged so deeply inside you, you’d swear this directly filling your womb. 

None of you has enough breath to speak a word : it’s just you, your sweaty bodies sticking to each other and a intimacy that’s making you feel warm, safe. His strong arms are to the sides of your head, his cheek pressed against your temple. 

“ you alright, doll ? “ despite his heart beating with such a force you yourself can feel it against your skin, Toji doesn’t fail to care about you. It makes you smile, you can’t help it. 

“ all good, Mr Fushiguro. “ the way you keep calling him makes him chuckle, which surprises you, makes you a little shy. Ironic, given that his cock is still buried deep inside you. 

“ that’s good. “ he finally finds the strength to raise his torso enough to look at your face from above, one of his knuckles brushes gently on your cheek. “ and call me Toji, think we went well past the formalities. “  this time, it’s you who chuckles, sounds that get muffled after he leans in for another kiss, distracting you from the sensation of his hips sliding away from yours. 

You can’t help but hiss a little, the members left behind takes away part of the warmth he was giving you. Suddenly, you catch him reaching out for something, a shirt : with one last peck on your cheek, Toji goes down again between your legs, using the shirt to clean you up from the mess he’s made of you.

“ Wait, Toji you don’t — “

“I do, I’m a man, not a stupid selfish kid. Now, lay down. “ is it normal that you’re wising for another round right now ? He’s so sexy when he speaks like that, like a proper man he is. 

Toji tosses away the stained fabric before laying on the bed beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to bring you close. 

“.. thank you, this feels so nice. “ maybe you’re romanticizing everything more than you should, but you don’t care. For now, all you want is keeping on caressing his warm, naked skin, looking up at him with the biggest eyes, lips curled up in a never ending smile.

“ ‘gotta take care of what’s precious for me, y’ know ? “  now, you’re fully gone. Cheeks red once more, barely continuing your giggles while Toji’s hold brings you even closer, so that he can kiss your lips once more. 

His lips are addictive, the way he kisses so dominantly without doing much makes your body tremble each time. Not to talk about his taste, the smell of his skin sticking onto yours seems like to be working just like an aphrodisiac.

And all of the sudden, it’s clear who’s the proper adult between your two; Toji breaks the kiss nudging the tip of his nose onto your cheek. “ by the way, why were you here ? “ 

Unfortunately, dreams will never last forever, and your mind harshly snaps back to reality. 

“ fuck, Megumi’s notebook ! “

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀BIG QUESTION TIME !!

Saw this new picture of Joseph Quinn and couldn't stop thinking about Older!Eddie Munson x reader but in the early 2000's ! Maybe something shorter, a one shot or a couple of chapters, would you like it ? Needles to say, it would be a juicy age gap smut of an older rockstar and his controversially younger lover, all of this being their dirty little secret 💋

[ymirspygmalionism]

I don't know about you guys, but when I write about y/n in my Which one is leading me to Hell or Paradise ? series, I use her as a reference for the mannerism ! The way she moves, her expressions and even her grace, the way Sabrina embraces femininity is so appealing to me -`♡´-

Don't get me wrong, you all can picture y/n as you see fit ! I personally figure y/n with dark hair, a bit taller even, and don't consider Sabrina as her faceclaim whatsoever, but if you like her, why not ? Billy, Eddie and Steve truly are some lucky mfuckers nonetheless.

[ymirspygmalionism]

Which one is leading me to hell or paradise ? ✩ Billy x Eddie x Steve x F!Reader

Summary : What happens when a lost gem from the past, appears all of the sudden in the palm of your hand ? That’s a question that Billy Hargrove never thought he’d be asking himself after all those years apart from you : his childhood best friend, his neighbor, the daughter of his mother’s best friend, of course you grew up incredibly close. But this was also the reason why he felt his young heart break when he had to move away, after his mother’s death. On the other hand, not even y/n ever thought about meeting him again, but there she finds him, in that small town of Hawkins, with two more sweet treats to his sides; being raised as the perfect suburban princess, you soon got bored of perfection and normality, and began to seek adrenaline into whatever could easily create the biggest scandal. And, above all, why would you refuse the possibility of having your personal harem of cool, hot  guys ?

CW : Foursome - F\M\M\M, reverse harem, semi-public sex, fluff and smut, various kinks MINORS DNI

You can also find it on wattpad and AO3 - Chapter one, two, three, four

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀CHAPTER FIVE

You’d never thought that a Monday could be so interesting and fun.

Starting from the moment you stepped foot into the Hawkins High parking lot :  you were getting out of your father’s car, since he insisted on driving you that day, but you didn’t even have the time to reach for the handle when the door opened. It was Billy, a charming smile curling up his lips and the unusual absence of a cigarette between them. Your face couldn’t hide the immediate confusion of seeing him acting out of chivalry all of the sudden, yet it disappeared as soon as you caught Billy winking at you while offering you a hand.

‹ ‹  It’s an honour to see you again, Mr Harris. Hope you’re having a nice morning, sir.  › › ⠀⠀ You’re clutching some books to your chest when Billy carefully closes the Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz’s door - a true jewel in your father’s collection, shiny black colour with silver details, brand new - standing straight and tall next to you, not even daring to brush against your arm. 

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦,  𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵.

It’s a guilty pleasure, what could you possibly do ?

‹ ‹  I’m doing great, son ! ‘Gotta go now, take care of my dolly, will ya ?  › › ⠀⠀ There’s not much to say about the trust you father gives Billy, it’s been like this since both of you were little, and since Billy was a year older than you it was predictable of him to give the tough Hargrove the protector’s role; maybe the only couple of words worth of spending about this, is the fact that Mr Harris truly loves Billy like a son. The times his father beat him and he came to your house had been so many, the only reason why your parents never called the police on him was Billy’s angel of a mother, who didn’t want to give her son a fatherless life. Moreover, every time he brought you back home, even if he had a bloody nose, you were never hurt. Not even a single scratch.

‹ ‹  My God Dad ! Don’t call me like that !  › › ⠀⠀ You’re frowning, embarrassed by the nickname your father stills calls you by, the same he used when you were a child and actually looked like a doll, always being dressed up by your mother as if you were some kind of a pretty toy.

‹ ‹  Of course sir, have a good day at work.  › › ⠀⠀ With that, your father lets his car roar, attracting every student’s eyes, leaving you behind. As soon as he couldn’t possibly get a glimpse of you, Billy puts his arm around your shoulders, smirking while the other hand brought the pack of cigarettes close enough to his lips so that he could pull a  cigarette out only by using his teeth.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  So, 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙮..  › › ⠀⠀ You barely give him the time to lighten up the cigarette before you took it away.

‹ ‹  Call me dolly once more, and I’ll rip your balls off.  › › ⠀⠀ Eyes squinting, but Billy’s act dropped the moment your father’s eyes turned away : he grabbed your wrist, licking his lips so mischievously it almost makes you squirm when his face gets closer to yours. Fuck, you want to slap and make out with his so bad.

‹ ‹  You’re right, I should call you a brat.  › › ⠀⠀ Swiftly taking his cigarette back from your fingers, he deeply inhales the ignited tobacco, never taking his eyes off of you.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  A bratty princess nonetheless.  › › ⠀⠀ Taking you by surprise once again, Billy brings the same hand, which wrist was caught in his tight grip, to his lips, kissing it while grey smoke slipped out of his nostrils, looking up at you with a gaze so adoring and yet flaming hot with a need you couldn’t quite catch.

A couple of hours later, you found yourself with your back pressed against your brand new locker - the school was kind enough to save you from all of that fuss every time you had to use it - as Eddie Munson, with his hands tucked in the back pockets of his jeans, invited you to meet him under the bleacher during lunch. Of course you had left him with a “maybe”, swaying your hips as you walked along the corridor in your cheerleading uniform, but he eventually got his prize.

‹ ‹  ..couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout last night. › › ⠀⠀ Eddie’s words came out with the smoke he had just inhaled, his typical shy grin making his dimples appear on his cheeks.

‹ ‹  I might let you have a little taste, since you’re being so charming.. › › ⠀⠀  You truly found him so pretty, trying to shoot his shot despite having  flushed cheeks : his big puppy eyes made your tummy tangle up in a knot he could melt in an instant if only you’d let him, and right as Eddie’s hands were about to slip under the hem of your skirt, his lips already tracing a wet trail on your neck, the metalhead almost jumped away from you. 

Needless to say, you were left pretty surprised by such abrupt interruption, but mere seconds later another tall figure appeared right where both of you were hiding and your lips left parted with doubt, immediately found their way towards the most innocent, welcoming smile.

‹ ‹  Why the fuck are you here for ? Is he making you smoke ?  › › ⠀⠀ Immediately Billy’s eyes fill up with rage, tossing away his half smoked cigarette on the grass ready to tackle Eddie so hard he’d be left with a broken rib; luckily for him, a single step from you, putting your body right in front of Billy’s, and the bloodbath finds its end before it could begin. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  ‘swear to god Munson, I’ll kill you with bare hands. › › ⠀⠀ 

‹ ‹  You know you’ll get a heart attack if you keep reacting like this, yeah ?  › › ⠀⠀   Your hands pressing on his chest, slightly squeezing Billy’s skin from the fabric of shirt to get his full attention. It takes him a couple of seconds before he lowers his eyes on you, still furious, but at least you’ve become his target, and there’s no doubt about the fact that he’d never explode when it came to you. At least not with his fists. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  We were just talking about our game night, right Eddie ? › › ⠀⠀  

A game you were obviously not going to lose, no matter how dirty you had to play it : you turned, pressing your back against Billy’s chest, grabbing both his arms to make them hug your body, and even if he acted all tough and annoyed, eventually he gave up and hugged you on his own. Everything under Eddie’s gaze of course, his cigarette consuming itself as he didn’t dare looking away from the scene, but mostly how your skirt slightly hiked up because of Billy’s hand holding onto the fabric. Of course he tried to mark you as his in front of his friend, but something inside you, an hypothesis began to crawl under your skin.

‹ ‹  Duh, she’s not a loser like you Hargrove, I might let her into the Hellfire. › › ⠀⠀ Men are easy to understand, but mostly to trick : some need their pride to be smothered in order to lose their reason, while others might need their curiosity teased, their interests recognized and so on. But when intimacy comes into play, everything gets easier and their needs get so exposed it becomes unfairly easy  for a woman to make a use out of them without the minimal effort. In that case, you could tell that Eddie didn’t need to make himself big in front of Billy, because he got to make you cum and to keep your panties after that; for Eddie it had been a privilege he got first, even before Billy fucking  Hargrove, who was so pathetically holding onto your skirt almost to humiliate him.

‹ ‹  If anything, it’s me who has to decide whether to come or not. › › ⠀⠀ As if you hadn’t just dropped a bomb on his plans, you stretch your body holding your arms up, still wrapped in Billy’s, before freeing yourself from his hold and get right in front of him. This time it’s you who trapped Eddie between you and the metal structure behind his back, slightly bending to the front. Not only were you creating an interesting –    let’s say even suggestive, angle to Eddie, but you were giving Billy the chance of getting a glimpse of the white lace barely covering your ass.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  Having a cheerleader in your club would make you appealing, won’t it ? Are you trying to get with Chrissy Cunningham ?  › › ⠀⠀   It stung. 

‹ ‹  What ?! Fuck no, the last thing I need is Jason fuckass Carver trying to kill me for trying to steal his girl or some shit like that !  › › ⠀⠀ Testing water was never something pretty to do, a lot of things could have came up with that single joke, a crack in your plan, for example. 

‹ ‹  Alright puppy, keep behaving. › › ⠀⠀  As if you hadn’t just made him almost hard in front of Billy, your big doe eyes didn’t falter far a moment, patting his chest before turning tail and went to place a kiss on Billy’s cheek, barely reaching him standing on your tiptoes. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  Oh by the way, my parents are out next weekend, I was thinking to invite you two, and 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦. Too bad Robin can only make it on Friday evening, but what about you ?  › › ⠀⠀ 

Both of them looked at each other not knowing whether to keep it silent or begin to ask why Steve Harrington was being invited : a general chaos rose all of the sudden, their voices overlapped with various responses.

‹ ‹  Yeah, I mean, I’m free.. › › ⠀⠀ Eddie’s, awkwardly crossing his arms in front of him, trying to act all cool and completely failing in his try of being nonchalant about the idea of a whole weekend at your house.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  I could bring some good weed even. › › ⠀⠀ 

‹ ‹  Of course, the hell you’re even asking ? Your father would have  asked me anyway.  › › ⠀⠀ Billy’s was a predictable one, not as much as the sudden slight embarrassment in his gestures : he looked like he had no idea how to stand, speaking with his hands as his eyebrows frowned never stopping.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  Why would Steve even be there ?  › › ⠀⠀ 

‹ ‹  He’s my neighbor, Billy, and he’s really cool too ! › › ⠀⠀ Good thing your shock news distracted him enough from the fact you’ve called Eddie “puppy” in front of him, maybe he’ll realize later, who could have possibly known ? Either way, you were already stepping away from them as if you hadn’t just dropped a bomb. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  I’ll give you guys news after our date tomorrow ! › › ⠀⠀ The final one, and you ran away all giggly and bubbly for the spice that was soon about to melt on your tongue.

⠀⠀ ⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀   ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

‹ ‹  I still can't believe that you’re going out with Steve,  › › ⠀⠀ The bell just rang and the whole class is gathering everything for the next one. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  Have you seen how awkward the guy is ? And look at you ! You’ve basically become the princess of Hawkins High and you're going out with ..that.  › › ⠀⠀ 

Robin’s sneer makes you giggle, as you hold the backpack’s strap on your shoulder and head for the door with her right behind you :  whatever’s going on with Steve’s reputation you’re yet to fully understand it, going from being called “King Steve” to be considered a proper loser by those who are  closer to him. This mess surely makes you eager to get to know him better, to discord all of the little cracks in his personality that’ll let you peek inside his most authentic side.

‹ ‹  You’re being way too harsh Robs, he’s sweet and gentle.. › › ⠀⠀ Pretty and ridiculously hot, the mere sight of those big puppy eyes of his make your knees weak, not to talk about how his moles seem to be drawing constellations on his skin. Lastly, and surely not for importance, the fact that Steve’s being depicted as a loser tickles some sweet spots of yours.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  And handsome, of course.  › › ⠀⠀ 

Between Eddie’s and Billy’s distant gaze laying on you from the bottom of the corridor, as you were leaning with your back against the wall, and Steve gently caging you with his forearm near your face, smiling at you with dreamy eyes, already talking about how amazing your date at the drive in is going to be, your school day came to an end.

Now, you're standing in front of your mirror unwrapping your curls from the hair rollers, lipsyncing to the “Maneater” - of your beloved Hall&Oates - lyrics softly filling the walls of your warmly lit room; the outfit was already picked and neatly laid on your bed, the fireplace warming up the space, crackling almost melodic, an uncommon lullaby suddenly interrupted by your mother’s distant voice telling you to pick up the phone.

‹ ‹  Hello ? › › ⠀⠀ 

‹ ‹  You’re actually going ? With him ?  › › ⠀⠀ Billy’s voice sounds husky, he’s probably smoking to let go of some annoyance at the idea of you being out with another guy, someone with whom he seems to be having a serious problem of competition.

‹ ‹  Of course, why wouldn’t I ?  › › ⠀⠀ Reasons are so numerous, you're just swiping them away with brushes of your cherry lipgloss, playing dumb with the sole purpose of driving him mad.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  I already did my hair, my make up .. you should see what I’ll be wearing, especially under my clothes.  › › ⠀⠀ He groans.

𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵.

‹ ‹  So you’re planning to fuck him ?  › › ⠀⠀ You can almost feel his hot breath through the phone, how heavy he’s breathing at the thought of someone else’s hands on your body, or even just Harrington’s eyes getting a glimpse of how incredible you look.

‹ ‹  I ain't planning nothing, baby.  › › ⠀⠀  Lying to his face knowing full well what a huge plan you’ve been following since the first time you’ve laid eyes on the three of them.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  You scared I’ll forget ‘bout you ?  › › ⠀⠀ 

‹ ‹  Fuck no –   I’m not fucking scared of him.   › › ⠀⠀ 

‹ ‹  Well, if you keep talking without manners, you might have to.  › › ⠀⠀ The huffs coming from him, the small whines he’s letting out thinking you can’t hear them, it all makes you smile, even radiant in the mirror. Fucking guys’ minds up truly is your favourite hobby.

‹ ‹  ‘m sorry. › › ⠀⠀  Heat immediately pools in between your tights, hearing Billy’s voice being so tender, almost shaky you’d dare to say. Your mind wanders farther, imagining his sorry face and big eyes looking at you all scared, in desperate need of your approval.⠀⠀ ⠀

‹ ‹  I might forgive you, › › ⠀⠀  You stand up, staring at the reflection of your whole body still covered in nothing more than lingerie, your hands holding the phone as a smirk curled up your lips. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  but only if you’ll tell me the truth. › › ⠀⠀  

‹ ‹  What truth is the princess speaking of ?  › › ⠀⠀ 

‹ ‹  Do you want to touch me ?  › › ⠀⠀ It almost feel as if you’re watching his arrogance fade away from his smiling face, the cigarette between his lips dropping loose and his Adam’s apple tremble. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  Would ya want to put your hands on me ? Undress me, caress my skin..  › › ⠀⠀ And you’re doing all of this on purpose.

‹ ‹  ..fuck. › › ⠀⠀ Billy’s response comes merely seconds after a brief hesitation, not a single sound coming from his telephone if not a low groan burning down his throat.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  Of course I want to, fucking hell –  › › ⠀⠀ 

‹ ‹  Then find your balls and ask me out, Hargrove.  › › ⠀⠀ You hang up, interrupting whatever dirty talk he was ready to engage, while probably touching himself listening to your voice. 

For as much as you feel emancipated, you’ll never excuse a guy that tries to claim you while being stubborn enough to not make a proper move, most of all, you’ll never be the first one to engage a guy you’re interested in, but you’ll surely be the first to make him fall into temptation. A guy that hasn’t lost his right mind for you, is never gonna love you like he’s supposed to. Obedient little dogs, that’s how you see most of them.

With your hands finally free, makeup and hair perfectly done, you put your outfit on, spraying some perfume right in time before the doorbell rings and your mother calls your name from downstairs; you’re already smiling when you see him from the stairway, your mother flattering Steve with so many compliments he’s blushing. 

‹ ‹  Didn’t know Hawkins had such handsome young men ! You’re a treasure hunter, y/n.  › › ⠀⠀  She gently pinches your cheek, her eyes sparkling as always with her neverending enthusiasm about literally everything. But you love it, that’s what makes her your mother.

‹ ‹  You’re way too kind Mrs Harris, the true beauty here is your daughter.  › › ⠀⠀ Steve surprises you with a wink, that quick moment your mother turns her back to him to puff up your curls, and that is enough to ignite that same interest you’ve felt the first time you met.

Soon you’re free from your mother’s recommendations and into his car, a nice and shining bordeaux BMW 733i with fresh smelling insides : sweet, maybe some vanilla and the tiniest bits of tobacco. His driving is so smooth, just like his posture, so confident yet not at all arrogant, flipping his hair every once in a while before glancing at you with a pretty smile. 

‹ ‹  Lucky I brought you away, it would have been the hand if she started to mess with your mane. › › ⠀⠀ A chuckle fills the space between you, fading into the notes of There Is a Light That Never Goes Out from the Smiths. He truly has the face of a The Smiths listener.

‹ ‹  I’ll might surprise you here, but I don’t mind it getting a little messy.. not at the right occasion › › ⠀⠀ Once again, he teases you with an attitude so well concealed under his pretty face, and your body shivers with an anticipation you didn’t take into consideration before. 

‹ ‹  Oh, so there's the King Steve I’ve been hearing about.  › › ⠀⠀  In response, you cross your legs, letting your skirt hike up just enough to show some tights, and his eyes fall right into your tap even before he could realize.

‹ ‹  Please don’t say that, now I’ll have to meet absurd expectations !  › › ⠀⠀ Steve’s voice has some lightness to it, something deeply warming that makes whatever he says pleasurable to listen to, even comforting in a way; his irony feels light a summer breeze.

‹ ‹  And hopefully so !  › › ⠀⠀  

Between a laugh and a joke, you finally arrive at the drive-in, right on time for him to go get some snacks for the movie : Top Gun, you’ve already seen it before moving from LA - since you’d never miss a shirtless Tom Cruise on the big screen - but acted clueless about it, since Steve never saw it. Mainly because you surely didn’t accept his invitation for the movie per se.

By the time Goose dies, Steve’s arm is around your shoulders, his body heat being the coziest part of all of it, but the best is yet to come.

‹ ‹  .. so beautiful. › › ⠀⠀ A whisper, words so softly spoken you wouldn’t have heard them if you were in a cinema; but you hear him, just before fully moving your attention from the film to Steve’s eyes. Locked on you as if you were a work of art, those big doe eyes of him couldn’t stop feeding on the image of you right there, with him, looking like an absolute goddess. You can’t help but smile, looking up at him as he gently puts his other hand on your cheek, brushing his thumb on your skin.

He leans in, slowly.

Steve could already taste you when your fingers found his lips, before he could kiss you.  

‹ ‹  How bad do you want this ?  › › ⠀⠀ Low, sultry voice pouring out your cherry flavoured lips, mere inches separating your faces but he doesn’t fail to find your eyes when he opens it : they’re glossy, big and dark, similar to those Eddie gave you a couple of days ago. Puppy like.

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

‹ ‹  I’m dying to kiss you. › › ⠀⠀ He whines, and you find yourself clenching your tights together. The best way to make you fold is to act exactly like this, tears at the corner of the eyes would only put the cherry on top, and Steve almost succeeded even in that. Your hand finds his thigh for “balance” as you get on your knees on the passenger seat and lean towards him : the other one gently grasps his chin to slightly turn his head, putting his neck and all of his little moles on display. 

‹ ‹  There will be time for that. › › ⠀⠀ A single kiss on his neck, and you can feel him tremble under your attentions, biting his lips and failing in choking down a moan, an attempt that makes you smile against his skin. You don’t stop there : through the hand you’ve placed on his thigh you can feel how his pants got tighter in the area, your fingers reach for the hardened crotch area where he’s being cruelly suffocating. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  Poor Steve, so desperate .. need me to take care of you ? › › ⠀⠀ 

‹ ‹  Please. › › ⠀⠀ The back of his head is pressed against the seat, eyes shut with embarrassment, but it’s not enough. You softly squeeze his hardon through the pants.

‹ ‹  Look at me, puppy. › › ⠀⠀  His face is so close you can feel his hot breaths against your cheeks, looking at you with eyes so big, so tempting, but you’re determined not to falter at such sight, despite it being one of your favourites. He can do better. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  Now, tell me what you need. › › ⠀⠀ 

‹ ‹  I – I need you y/n, please.. › › ⠀⠀ An obedient puppy must be rewarded, and you do so by leaving a small kiss to the corner of his lips, as you unbuckle and lower his pants enough for you to get a good hold of his shaft; that’s when you stutter, as you discover the true reason behind his nickname.

‹ ‹  My God Steve, you truly are king-sized, huh ?  › › ⠀⠀You’re not ashamed of showing soft spots even in intimate moments, matter of fact, that’s what makes them more enjoyable, and the reason why quickies never appealed to your tastes. 

The first strokes are slow but the grip tight enough for him to spill some precum : the poor lightening is not doing much favour to your sight, you’d love to properly see how swollen his tip is after all that waiting and teasing, but occasions won’t miss. You lean down even more, until the tip of your tongue brushes against his hot skin and his whole body shivers beneath you. Your strokes don’t stop when your lips properly wrap around his tip, and that’s when a proper moan rolls off his tongue, body stiffing with pleasure.

Even if you can’t see it, you notice that Steve had put a hand on his mouth to block some other noises that he’s going to make, especially given the heavenly manner you have of sucking him off. The warmth of your mouth feels like something he’s never experienced before, probably because you fucked up his mind, making even his body putty into your hands, needy for whatever you wanted to give him. Your hands picks up a slightly faster pace and so does your mouth, trying to go deeper and deeper, but his size is simply impossible to be swallowed whole; the wet sound your making are diving him crazy, Steve’s barely containing himself in that incredibly tight space, fighting the urge to thrust into your mouth like a mad man.

But you’re not the one who's going to listen to reason, and go even further than what your past experiences taught you, until the tip of Steve Harrington’s cock touches the back of your throat. You can’t help but gag at first, drool dripping down his - remarkably heavy - balls, but nothing will stop you from ripping those hot noises from him.

‹ ‹  If you .. fuck–   if you keep doing that I’ll cum, princess.. › › ⠀⠀ His little cry, his hand holding the curls away from your face, the slight twitches of his hips against your mouth, does he actually think you’re going to stop ? As fast and as deep as you can, you’re determined about driving him crazy once and for all, until he actually fills your throat with his thick release. Trying to be a gentleman, Steve did his best to pull you away before the mess, but it was like his body didn’t belong to him anymore.

With one last pop of your reddened lips, you finally release him : your eyes glossy for the effort but you’re smiling nonetheless, proud of your “results”. Not a single drop went wasted.

‹ ‹  Nice movie, aye ? › › ⠀⠀ Your voice come out a bit raspy at first, still swallowing what's left of him, and it was a lot. Both of you start laughing, exhausted against the back of your seats, but happy, complicit.

‹ ‹  You’re gonna be the end of me, you know that, Harris ? › › ⠀⠀ Steve looks so good with his face fully flashed, the tiniest pearls of sweat on his forehead as he puts everything back into his pants, acting a little bit awkward.

‹ ‹  Hope you’ll last ‘til next weekend, › › ⠀⠀ You seat back properly, shifting just enough to put your dress back in place, fix your lipgloss through the small mirror above the passenger seat.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  My parents will be out, Robin can only stay on Friday evening but Billy and Eddie will stay.  › › ⠀⠀ He doesn’t seem thrilled at the idea of spending the weekend with Billy around, but his consideration about the fact that you’re going to be happy with spending time with a dear friend of yours ? That’s where your invitation gets him.

‹ ‹  Sure, I’d love to. › › ⠀⠀ With that, the final step into your plan becomes a success. 

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Which one is leading me to hell or paradise ? ✩ Billy x Eddie x Steve x F!Reader

Summary : What happens when a lost gem from the past, appears all of the sudden in the palm of your hand ? That’s a question that Billy Hargrove never thought he’d be asking himself after all those years apart from you : his childhood best friend, his neighbor, the daughter of his mother’s best friend, of course you grew up incredibly close. But this was also the reason why he felt his young heart break when he had to move away, after his mother’s death. On the other hand, not even y/n ever thought about meeting him again, but there she finds him, in that small town of Hawkins, with two more sweet treats to his sides; being raised as the perfect suburban princess, you soon got bored of perfection and normality, and began to seek adrenaline into whatever could easily create the biggest scandal. And, above all, why would you refuse the possibility of having your personal harem of cool, hot  guys ?

CW : Foursome - F\M\M\M, reverse harem, semi-public sex, fluff and smut, various kinks MINORS DNI

You can also find it on wattpad and AO3 - Chapter one, two, three

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀CHAPTER FOUR

Billy’s eyes never left you during the tea time with your mother, a gaze you couldn’t quite fully understand, but one thing was more than clear : he couldn’t stop thinking about how easily he folded at your touch. As he sat at that table, answering to your mother’s questions, he felt unable to stop thinking about how, but especially why it all happened, not that he was regretting it - damn it, that was the best handjob he ever had - but because he’s Billy 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 Hargrove and it’s always the girls begging him to have even the smallest taste of him. Yet, you had him wrapped around your finger only by wearing some sexy panties. At least that’s what he wants to think.

Truth is, he’s always had a deeply rooted need to be taken care of, willing or not, his mother’s absence marked his existence since the very first moment and that’s the reason why Billy shattered in a million tears on your chest. You were both too young, but his feelings were already so intense. 

Luckily you stopped your mother as soon as you’ve heard a hint of the word “father” in a question she was about to ask him, even if she knew the situation was extremely delicate, she cared for Billy’s wellness to the point that she’d be more than happy to take him away from that man and let him stay at your family’s house. However she didn’t take Billy’s hot temperance at all, pride’s written all over his face and exposing such a delicate part of his life all of the sudden would have triggered him; so the scratching sound of your chair against the floor interrupts your mother and saves him.

‹ ‹  Would you like to stay for dinner ?  › › ⠀⠀ You ask, a dazzling smile on your lips as you gather all of the used cups, cleaning up the table.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  Dad can’t wait to see you.  › › ⠀⠀ 

‹ ‹  Thanks for the invitation but I can’t, got lots of homeworks, you know.   › › ⠀⠀ Billy’s perfectly conscious that you’re aware of his lie, and you can imagine why he can’t miss dinner at home; he then sits up from his chair, tucking his hands in the jean’s pockets.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  It was a pleasure to meet you again, Mrs Harris. Hope there will be a next time.  › › ⠀⠀ Charming as usual, your mother can’t act differently than flattered, as she brings him in for a kiss on his cheek, while you go put the cups in the sink, before following him to his car park right in front of your house.

‹ ‹  I truly appreciate you came, mom’s so happy .. and so am I.  › › ⠀⠀ He’s already putting a cigarette in between his lips, a smile as cocky as always not daring to show a hint of tenderness, but he has his own ways; Billy’s fingers reach for the soft part of your cheek to pinch it, making your smile grow even wider.

‹ ‹  We surely got something good out of it, aye ?  › › ⠀⠀ The response to his grin is you biting down your bottom lips, looking up at him with the same wickedly sweet eyes as before.

‹ ‹  Don’t know what’cha talking about, Hargrove,  › › ⠀⠀ You respond, teasing him, a finger of yours wrapping around that one single-blonde curl that has fallen onto his cheek to put it back in place.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  I just gave you a 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 to relax.  › › ⠀⠀ 

‹ ‹  Fuck, princess, if you don’t stop looking at me like that – › › ⠀⠀ 

‹ ‹  y/n !  › › ⠀⠀ Steve’s voice comes so suddenly, your face can’t help but create a confused expression. Does he know where you live ? You highly doubt that Robin has given him your address, why would she do that anyways ? On your side, you can feel a huge bundle of nerves twitching : of course Billy’s not at all happy that he’s there, thinking that Harrington might be stalking you.

‹ ‹  Steve, hi ! What are you doing around here ?  › › ⠀⠀ Ignoring the flaming hot aura that Billy’s giving off, your confusion softens on your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. A calculated gesture ? Maybe, so simple and yet effective, enough for a guy to pump up his ego, thinking that you’re polishing up to make a good impression on him.

‹ ‹  I uh, I live here actually, couple of houses down the road.  › › ⠀⠀ Way too caught up in looking at you, only now he focuses on Billy standing next to you, his jaw tensing with .. what ? Jealousy, of course, and probably annoyance cause he feels like that damn Hargrove is always hampering whatever interaction goes on between you and him.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  What are you doing here ?  › › ⠀⠀ 

‹ ‹  None of your fucking business, Harrington.  › › ⠀⠀ As soon as Billy steps closer to Steve, you wrap an arm around Billy’s keeping him from attempting a punch in his face.

‹ ‹  Billy is a childhood friend of mine, didn’t I tell you ?  › › ⠀⠀ The sweetest tone you could possibly use comes out, you giggle even, laying your temple on Billy’s bicep to underline your words. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  He came for a visit, my mother loves him.  › › ⠀⠀ 

‹ ‹  Bet your mother would love me too, maybe I’ll come to your place next.  › › ⠀⠀ 

‹ ‹  Jesus man, calm down.  › › ⠀⠀ Steve’s for sure the most well behaved in comparison with Billy, managing to keep it cool despite his uncalled comment.  ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  Well, I’ll leave you to it, can’t wait for Thursday to come. Bye, pretty.  › › ⠀⠀ The day of your “hang out plan as friends”, even Billy connects the dots, taking a long drag from his cigarette and fighting the urge to throw a fist right into his teeth.

Almost as soon as Steve became distant enough for him not to look back at you once more, Billy stepped on his cigarette, you free him from your hold and let him reach for the driver’s seat : the more about to explode he looks, the hotter he is to your eyes, his short temper being your favourite risk to be poking and prodding, but without ever crossing the line. You lean down to cross your arms on the open window to the passenger seat's side, peaking your head inside.

‹ ‹ See you soon ?  › › ⠀⠀ Voice pretty and soft, torturing him your fluttering eyelashes and glossy lips.

‹ ‹  Let’s say tomorrow night.  › › ⠀⠀ He’s decisive, not asking, not waiting for a response, which comes anyways and not the one he would have ever been pleased to hear.

‹ ‹  M’ sorry Billy, I’ll be at Eddie’s, he’s teaching me D&D.  › › ⠀⠀ There it is, the most anticipated grip on the wheel of his car, white knuckles and a jaw so clenched his teeth might break, but you never fail to smile at him with a devilish sweetness. You barely keep yourself from biting your lip with excitement. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  Call me, alright ? I’d love to hang out with you.  › › ⠀⠀ You blow him a kiss as if you hadn’t just humiliated and mended his ego all at once, disappearing behind your closed front door.

⠀⠀ ⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀    ⠀⠀ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The doorbell rings, but this time it’s no surprise : the clock on the wall signals 6:30 PM, the sky has already turned dark in Hawkins and Eddie is right on time. Both of your parents are busy getting ready for their weekly dinner date in whichever fancy place they can find in this new place, so there’s no chance for them to be impressed with your new friend’s style choices. Not that a pair of black ripped jeans or a leather jacket could scandalize them, LA is a place full of colours and personalities, but it’s probably not the type of company they’d expect to see next to their princess. You’re always up for a little surprise, that’s for sure.

‹ ‹  Oh, my heart ! Am I dreaming ?   › › ⠀⠀ With an open hand on his heart, he offers you the other that you gladly accept. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  Do a little twirl for me, let’s see.  › › ⠀⠀ You can't help but give in his request, letting the fabric of your skirt flutter with your movement, and so do your hair, but everything ends up falling gracefully to its place as Eddie gently pulls you in. 

‹ ‹ Did I meet your expectation, 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 ?  › › ⠀⠀ As innocent as referring him with his dungeon’s master title is, you know exactly what you’re doing to him, feeling his body slightly shiver against yours before he loosens up his hold on your waist, letting you take some space, which Eddie is desperately needing. From your side, a thing must be said : no matter where, when, with who, you’re always going to leave the house all dolled up, but the various details of your outfits are decided according to what intentions you have.

‹ ‹  You did even more than a humble teenage dirtbag like me could ever deserve, princess.  › › ⠀⠀ It impresses you how cleverly  Eddie twists  scenarios - that’s exactly what you love about nerds like him - making you bit down your lower lip at the thought of him calling you princess with a much sinful tone, maybe breathier, and with his hands all over your body. But there’s going to be time for it. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  Shall we go ?  › › ⠀⠀ 

Only a quick couple of seconds of you saying a loud “bye” to your parents upstairs and putting on your beloved bomber jacket, and you head out to his black van; Eddie opens the door for you, bowing even, showing off a more flattering side of his manners that you’d genuinely wouldn’t have expected from him, but you love it. A lot. The drive doesn’t take long, between some talking and laughing at his dad jokes, and soon enough you’re stepping foot into that new Hawkins’ area. Not the most charming, that has to be said, the humidity that falls there creates a fog that seems way more chillier, but maybe that’s just your impression. 

Once again, Eddie opens the door for you letting you in first, and the warmth of the place comes soon enough for you to get the jacket off of you and hang it to the nearby coat hanger. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  You live here by yourself or ..?  › › ⠀⠀ There’s curiosity in your voice, as your eyes dart everywhere in the small space of that trailer, to which you’re an  absolute stranger since you’ve always lived in huge houses. But you don’t mind, small places easily get cozier than villas, and even if the whole space has some mess to it, you can see that Eddie did his best to tidy things up for the occasion. 

‹ ‹  Uuh no, I live with my uncle but he works night shifts.   › › ⠀⠀  The first thing that comes to your mind, is to ask him about his parents, but a distant murmur in your ear suggests that it might not be the most appropriate thing to do. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  You mind if I roll one ? It really helps me to get in the mood.  › › ⠀⠀  It’s surprisingly timid the smile that curls up Eddie’s lips, you’d even define it cute, but not as much as his big, dark puppy eyes. 

𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥.

‹ ‹  Not at all, whatever’s good for you.  › › ⠀⠀  As you smile back at him, Eddie nods his head towards the tiniest corridor, to which end there’s an open door leading to a bedroom. Turns out it’s his, and looks exactly how you had imagined : messy, of course, neverending cassettes of music scattered around a nearby stereo, a desk which surface is no longer visible given all of the clutter left on it - but you can tell Eddie did what he could to put things in place - but what catches your attention, among all of the posters on the walls, is his guitar. 

You don’t know much about Eddie, until now, the occasions to talk with him were not that many : mainly because it was barely your first week and the new acquaintances invited you to sit with them, then there’s been the cheerleading team, from which you’ve met Chrissy Cunningham, and of course Robin. You’ve been very busy to say the least, but that turned out to be the perfect way to make yourself wanted and desired way more by your three favourites. There’s so many voices about Eddie, most of them are just ignorant people’s bullshit that arose from the fact that they’ve always lived in a small town with small minds; the metalhead appearance he never fails to show up in, his eccentricism exploit when someone calls out his D&D hobby, and the music he blasts as soon as his van parks outside Hawkins high, are elements sufficient enough to put a black cross on his head. Ironic, coming from good christians.

‹ ‹  You don’t seem the type to get all excited over a guitar,   › › ⠀⠀  The filter he’s going to use hangs from his lips, fingers busy with putting weed and tobacco into the paper Eddie then licks with one smooth swipe, only to roll it with such ease it distracts you from his words at first. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  Don’t tell me you know how to play now, or you’ll turn my whole world upside down.  › › ⠀⠀  A smirk, a tap of the filter on the desk - so that the inside of the joint fully sets inside the neatly rolled paper - and huff of dense smoke slips from his lips.

‹ ‹  Oh no, that’s way out of my skills.  › › ⠀⠀  Even if these are the words coming out your mouth, the ones your mind is trying to push past your tongue are so sinful you should be ashamed of yourself, your hands itching with the need to grab onto his shirt and rip it off of his body, to hold onto his hair as he gets his mouth all wet with your juices. And what does the perfect princess y/n show on her face ? Needless to say, your expression is immaculate, head slightly tilted to the side as you take a seat on his bed, crossing your legs without ever tearing your eyes off of Eddie. Your skirts hikes up enough to expose your thighs, and you can see as clear as day how hard he’s trying to keep his eyes up.  ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  So you’re in a band.  › › ⠀⠀  

It takes a good couple of seconds for Eddie to find a comfortable position, trying not to look awkward, or like a pervert, ending up with the small of his back against the edge of the desk, a hand holding it while the other keeps the joint in between the index and middle finger, nervously bringing it to his mouth in hopes that the nicotine and THC in it are going to ease his nerves. An absurd task if you’d ask him, having you, the Cali Doll of Hawins high, sit on his bed, looking all pretty and incredibly hot, not exactly what the freak would have ever expected to experience.

‹ ‹  I am, yeah..  › › ⠀⠀  You notice the sparkle in his eyes as you go deep into the topic, it’s genuine, it’s passion, and it’s beautiful to see how expressive Eddie gets about his feelings. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  The guys you’ve seen me at the table with, they’re the rest of the band. Corroded Coffin, so you’ll recognize us when we’ll get famous.  › › ⠀⠀   He begins to headbang and mimic the gesture of playing a guitar, making you laugh heartily. 

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢.

‹ ‹  That means that you have to teach me some chords now,  › › ⠀⠀  You nod towards the guitar, talking with a fake serious tone, back as straight as a rule.  ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  You wouldn’t deny me the occasion of telling my kids that the one and only Eddie Munson taught me how to play, would you ?  › › ⠀⠀  A final pout always works to create the perfect facade, even if, in this specific case, it’s more of a mockery than a serious try to manipulate to your capricious will.

‹ ‹  Whatever the princess wants, the princess gets !  › › ⠀⠀  It’s a never ending laugh with him, you feel as light as a feather whenever he behaves like that, as if his purpose is to bring out the most childish and thoughtless part of you. In fact, Eddie immediately takes the guitar from the wall, sitting behind you on the edge of the bed, he puts it on your laps and wraps your body with his hands. The smoke coming from the joint between his lips is working on you as well, as he guides your hands on the instruments, trying his best to teach you the easiest chords.

Problem is, you can’t stop thinking about his body pressed against your back, the heat he radiates warms your body in ways he’s probably not even imagining, not to talk about his scent : nothing elaborate like the one you’ve smelt on Billy, or even Steve, is something rougher in a way, something that suits him so well you wouldn’t mind burying you nose into the crook of neck.

That’s when your eyes suddenly lock : looking to your side trying to get a look of your finger’s position, your eyes meet his, only to fall on the way the filter is clinging on his reddish, plump lips.  ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹  Just out of curiosity, do you wear eyeliner on stage ?  › › ⠀⠀  What a strange question it might seem, but in your head there’s already a perfectly written plan on how things are going to end up, and if the idea that you’ve made of Eddie is right, well..

‹ ‹  Sometimes, why d’you ask ?  › › ⠀⠀  

‹ ‹  Can I do it for you ?  › › ⠀⠀  There comes your voice as dense and as sweet as honey, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨. You’re pouring it in his ears as if you’re intentionally trying to melt reason out of him, and you are; in fact, he’s quick to oblige your request, not even asking a single thing, Eddie just hands you the eyeliner and sits in front of you. Firstly, you “struggle” to be precise and kneel on the bed getting your face closer to him, then comes your final touch. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ Sit back, you move too much ! Do you mind if I sit on your lap ?  › › ⠀⠀  

‹ ‹  I uuh.. guess, not.  › › ⠀⠀  A pretty pink blush appears on his pale face, just as the veil of fake innocence never leaves yours. Eddie properly sits back on the bed, but as soon as you straddle his laps, his whole body tenses, every single 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 : there’s no more than the thin fabric of your panties separating your center and his growing bulge under the jeans, and soon enough you begin to feel it twitching against you.

‹ ‹ My oh my, someone’s awake, huh ?  › › ⠀⠀  

‹ ‹ Fuck –    I’m.. I’m so sorry y/n.  › › ⠀⠀  As he begins to shift his body, face covered in shame, you stay calm in putting back the eyeliner, a smile that never fails to curl your lips up while you simply put a hand on his chest. His heart is beating so fast that it seems you can feel it with your touch.

‹ ‹ Don’t be sorry, Eddie, I’m flattered..  › › ⠀⠀  To his ears, your voice sounds just like the ideal lullaby, soothing and beautiful, capable of melting his brain if paired with your eyes, which he’s not able to read at all; a favourite perk of yours, to make your gaze as complex as a mystery, perfectly hiding whatever freaky thoughts behind a graceful fluttering of your eyelashes. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ Relax, 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵.  › › ⠀⠀  

Your last words are whispered against the conch of his ear, as you’ve leaned closer to him, lips brushing against it as you take a hold of both his hands to put them on your exposed tights. All of that seems enough to send him over the edge, Eddie becomes barely able to hide soft whimpers, looking at you with the biggest puppy eyes. 

His cold rings create a perfect contrast with the heat of his palms, you can clearly feel how calloused his fingertips are because of guitar playing and it’s a roughness you enjoy more than anyone could expect from you : everyone around you loves to picture you with a man that’s the exact opposite of whatever Eddie or Billy look like, maybe someone like Steve Harrington. Good family, good money, looking pretty enough to create the ideal suburban family. What a nightmare of a life. 

Those are not the right thoughts to focus on right now, the pleasure from the friction in between your legs is finally reaching you, making your panties wetter with each hump against his jeans. ⠀⠀  

 ‹ ‹ You look like a puppy, pretty.. and obedient.  › › ⠀⠀  Your faces are mere inches apart, your mouths brushing but never properly touching. That’s the only thing you’re going to keep from him, because one of your hands - as one sweetly caresses his cheek - is unbuttoning his belt, then the zip, ending up with your fingers wrapped around his shaft, freeing it from every piece of clothing. ⠀⠀  

 ‹ ‹ .. are you going to be my good puppy ?  › › ⠀⠀    ⠀⠀  

 ⠀⠀  

 ‹ ‹ Yes – yes, oh my god yes.  › › ⠀⠀  Eddie’s fingers are unconsciously reaching your ass under the skirt, because he’s doing his best to not go further than you’ve allowed him, and this makes him even hotter to your eyes, never leaving his as they become more and more glossy with need. 

‹ ‹  Good boy.  › › ⠀⠀  You guide his naked tip to the wet spot of your lacey black thong, and that’s where he completely loses it. His head falls back and a loud moan fills the walls of his bedroom, which you follow with your softer ones : Eddie’s cock feels way more sensitive than Billy’s, already leaking with precum that melts with your juices as you move your hips, faster and faster. 

But the best part comes later, when he finds the strength to straighten up his back against the headboard, letting his fingers softly get a grip of your hair while his lips start trailing a wet line of kisses in the crook of your neck, biting and sucking. Not enough to leave marks - barely containing his need - but surely enough to make your body shiver with much pleasure. 

Your obsession with sticking to your plan is driving you mad, because as much as you’d love to get rid of your panties and slip his thick length inside you, the right time is yet to come; luckily, Eddie is truly devoted to acting like a good puppy, because his hips begin to rut desperately and you can feel all of it against your throbbing clit.

‹ ‹ y/n I’m..I’m not gonna last long.  › › ⠀⠀  Each muscle in his body is so tense, his kisses had gotten messier, fading into never ending moans which are driving you insane.

‹ ‹ A little longer, puppy, m’ bout to cum..  › › ⠀⠀  Your hand is tightly gripping to the the long strands of hair on the back of his neck, your temple pressed against his as you kip dry humping him until you begin to feel something coiling up in your lower abdomen. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ Cum with me puppy, ‘want to feel how warm you are.  › › ⠀⠀  

Your voices could be heard to whoever lives in the trailers nearby, neither you nor Eddie could care less about being silent about your orgasms shaking your bodies, the sensation of his warm spurts against your black lace instinctively makes you rub yourself a couple of times more, before calming your movements. This time, your cheeks are pink and flushed as well, your irregular breathing slowly calms down with Eddie’s slow strokes on your back. 

‹ ‹ God, princess .. you surely know how to talk a man’s reason out of his mind.  › › ⠀⠀  As soon as you get your body back from the breakthrough sensation, your gaze lays on his timidly smiling face and can’t help but chuckle at his words, taking your modest amount of pride.

‹ ‹ What can I say ? A pretty face alone is not enough to get what you want.  › › ⠀⠀  With a small kiss on his cheek, you get off of his body : back on your feet again, and purposely bending in front of his eyes, you get rid of your undies -  allowing Eddie to get just a quick look of your naked pussy - only to hold them in front of his eyes, almost as if they’re some kind of a prize. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ Want to keep them as a memory of our little moment ?  › › ⠀⠀  

‹ ‹ Yes m’am !  › › ⠀⠀  As enthusiastic as he sounds, you snatch them away before he could grab them. Eddie stands tall right in front of you, his head slightly tilted to the side, looking even more like a confused puppy.

‹ ‹ You need to promise me one thing first.  › › ⠀⠀  Your tone has a pinch of seriousness to it, but not enough to tear down your teasing game; with your free hand you stoke his face, leading him lower, towards your face. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ Don’t you dare telling Billy, we both know he’s gonna rip your pretty tongue out, and I truly don’t want it to get waisted before you’ve tried it on me.  › › ⠀⠀  

Eddie looks lost at first, but thinking of how protective he began to act around you, especially when he or Steve get close to you to even exchange a couple of words, your request makes perfect sense.

‹ ‹ I won’t tell him a thing, cross on my heart.  › › ⠀⠀  For as much as Eddie himself loves to tease Hargrove to the point of truly risking of getting punched in the face, something deeper inside is telling him that this could literally send him to his death.

‹ ‹ Good boy.  › › ⠀⠀  Acting like you didn’t notice how shaky his breathing went when you called him like this, you give him his price with a perfectly innocent smile on your face.. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ Now, you promised me you’d teach me D&D, didn’t you ?  › › ⠀⠀