[Martial arts coach! Sukuna x down bad!reader, huge age gap, couple of god-complex maniacs pining for each other, kinda fucked relationship dynamics, Sukuna being a tough coach]
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“You’ll kill her like this.” Sukuna’s twin brother deadpans, watching you train from the gallery of the gym.
“Good, then.” Your yawning coach replies. You’ve been doing pull-ups without a break for half an hour now. Everytime you slack off even a little, Sukuna makes you restart the count from 0 again. Purple veins throb visibly down your triceps. A couple medics linger around you, waiting to be called anytime now.
“I’m serious, Sukuna.” His twin was a coach in his own time too, before he retired to Sendai to raise Yuuji. He keeps his eyes locked on you. “I know you have plans for her.”
The twins, grey-pink hair and marble-cut noses, stand in silence for a bit. There is an air of desperation in the gym. The tournament is only two weeks away. The rubber tatami mats are drenched with stinking sweat. Too much pre-workout and electrolyte drinks and plain chicken breasts. Your arms don’t feel yours anymore.
“She’s quite something.” Sukuna admits, canines out in a grin. “Could be more, still.”
Perhaps it was the years that they had spent growing up together. Perhaps it was the decades they spent apart. But his twin knew two things then: one, that Sukuna was being honest. Two, it would be disastrous to look into his intentions with you.
He was a kind man, Sukuna’s twin. He took all of it in the womb, and left nothing for Sukuna. He knew that the seats reserved for your parents by the ringside always remained cold as the stale AC in the arena. He’d seen this story play out a million times before– big man, young girl. Something rotten in their sweet love. Maggot-filled fruit heart.
He wondered whether to risk bringing it up as Sukuna shouts out across the gym to you: “Oy, you! Yes, you! You’re done with pull-ups. Go over Gojushiho now. Make a mistake and you know what happens.”
His twin mumbles something about you being half his size for such harsh treatment. But you seem to take no offense. Instead, you shout back in the same volume, quite happy to relax your arms for a bit. “Sho or Dai?”
A couple of boys have stopped punching each other in the head to listen to the two of you shouting from different sides of the huge gym. As have quite a few others.
“What?” Sukuna’s deep voice reverberates in the room.
“Should I do Gojushiho Sho or Gojushiho Dai?” Your pitch is higher than him, but projects regardless.
He thinks for a moment before shouting back: “Dai.”
It occurs to the saner of the twins that perhaps, just perhaps, whatever connection you and his brother shared wasn’t just fucked up on Sukuna’s end. You surely were pulling your own weight in passion.
The gallery box stood high enough to see the entire gym, keep an eye on every student. Footsteps that every student had memorised thud over the wood flooring– Sukuna stalks over to reach your zone at the end. Even the lowest ranked in his gym was at least a 3rd Dan, so soon it was a crowd of black belts rushing over to bow to the coach; traditions ingrained through years of painful training. You were the only one who didn’t rush out to bow, since he was coming to you anyway. If he could get away with another murder charge, he’d like to stick his fingers down the cracks in your skull, pry open the walnut and figure out what, exactly, gave you the audacity.
His twin could probably answer that.
Some animal scent, pheromone bullshit, but Sukuna can't help but feel his skin burn at the sight of your face. You glow warm, hard heat and fatigue, tongue dry. The very same look after you tease an orgasm out of yourself, he'll bet. Sweat drips from your temple to the cut of your jaw, drops to your collarbone and disappears under the neckline of your gi. Crimson sports bra, he could tell when you leant forward to bow. Your heaving, tired breast. Red meat of your beefy arms, ones he’s cultivated out of you.
He sits on the tatami right in front of you. “Begin.”
Gojushiho is not exactly a hard kata if you take every single move by itself. Unlike Kata Unsu (tricky jumps and timing) or Empi (delicate gesturing), the main point of Gojushiho is to perfect the basic stances that it is compiled of. And the fact that it is pretty fucking long. But this is the one that Sukuna has decided that you will perform at the kata part of the tournament, and you weren’t really in a position to refuse.
Sukuna wasn’t a kind trainer. If he cared enough to train you, he’d beat the living crap out of you till you were the best you could be. All the greats he’d produced – Higuruma, Gojo, Uraume, Maki – they all swore by the efficacy of his teaching style, mostly because they had never visited a single therapist yet. That’s how it goes in this art. Coaches are harsh, tournaments harsher. The moment Sukuna sat down to watch you perform the kata, the medics serendipitously collected just outside your curtain, so did Yuuji and Megumi and Kamo, and even his twin kept his eyes peeled.
They were waiting for a slip up. One foot out of place by an inch, one eye movement delayed by a beat. Gojushiho was still a newly learnt kata for you.
“It’s going okay till now.” Yuuji whispered. He’d stuck a wet finger to clean his ear wax out just so he could hear through the curtain better. Any growl of rage, a pained yelp– they had to intervene before he broke your bones or worse.
Megumi nodded. Sukuna was terrible to him, once actually breaking his bones, while he went far easier on Yuuji. Something he read in his sister's psychology textbook: theories on underdeveloped emotional range leading to an inability to express approval through anything but cruelty. Still, leftover chivalry, remnant bushido kept him trying to protect you however he could. Not that he could, not very much. You were far stronger than Megumi.
“I think he really hates her.” Yuuji noted, listening to Sukuna on the other side of the curtain yelling at you for not breathing out hard enough at a strike point. Pretty rough words.
Megumi shook his head. He’d have gotten beat for this mistake. Page 351: ... expression of love as a cover for narcissism, where inflicting cruelty on the other is seen as the same as cruelty onto the self. “It’s something worse.”
…………………..
Every time you walk out of the gym, one or two cameras flash. Nothing compared to the amount of flashes the star boys face, the favourites of the ringside gamblers. No one bets on women’s sports, not even if they’re trained by Sukuna himself. Still, you can relate to wanting pictures of your beloved martial artists. Back when you were a kid, you traded a golden Pikachu card for a signed poster of Sukuna, hanging it over your bedroom, having him keep watch over you through the years.
But now that you get to see him everyday, it’s hard not to be derisive of those idiots who look at a picture of Ryomen Sukuna and call him handsome. What do they know? Pictures, especially those of Sukuna, lie. His beauty is in privacy: the quirk of a brow or a movement of the arm, the casual disregard towards you. Exhilarating. You remember that bedroom poster, a fresh click of his first international win 38 years ago. You’d think he was just some sweaty kid with a black eye and firecracker grin canines-out, winner’s belt slung over shoulder, name to be lost to the annals of WWE history. Because it’s just a lying picture, and Sukuna is too… too immense to be conveyed in one image. Every single person who witnessed that moment in the flesh, 38 years ago, hearts thumping in the audience seats, knew– they just did– that they had just seen the trigger of a supernova.
Watching you crack open Todo’s skull within 42 seconds, Sukuna finally understood what they felt. This was it. His second coming. The Alexander reincarnated.
Even though all he showed was an asbestos-dry smile and a ‘decent’, he was ecstatic, close to a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long, long time: fear.
He wanted to drive your face through the cement walls– How dare you? How dare whatever’s wrong with him be exactly what’s wrong with you too? How dare you be so insatiably hungry? How fucking dare you be this perfect?
He’s been running out of things to criticize about your kata. Sooner or later, he’ll have to move on to practicing your sparring, now. You’ve already stamped your fists through every single other trainee in the gym (and some outside too), you’ve won over them all– all his favourite boys, often enough to prove that it’s not coincidence. “You’re good. You’re really, really, good,” they tell you. And having climbed to the top of the food chain you stand stagnant, for the one man left to be conquered refuses to fight you, all because–
Because it’s tricky business, letting your pet lion eat human meat. One day you might see in their starving eyes that they know what you’re made of too.
You’ve been wearing your gi looser, hair freer. Leaving the gym shower unlocked on the days when it’s just you and Sukuna, others having finished practising hours ago. Forgetting bras to change into, sometimes forgetting the shirts instead. Sukuna was but a man, a deeply lionised one. There were still cameras outside the gym, waiting, watching. Did they know that this great legend kept a young girl practising deep into the night all alone? Did they know that she grew up counting all the cobwebs alone in her house? Did they know that Ryomen Sukuna paces in his bedroom, unsure whose meat it is that the other consumes?
Sukuna knows what the leftmost sliver of your back looks like through your shower door just slightly ajar, shampoo and soap slipping over your skin. He can name all the muscles that pop up as you wash – trapezius, deltoids, latissimus dorsi, obliques, glutes, hamstrings, and calves. He sees them in his sleep.
He imagines them on the back of the little partygirl currently grinding on his cock, too whisky-drunk to reason why he picked one with your hairstyle. She leaves the next morning with an iron-clad NDA and so many humiliating memories of the night and a good amount of hush money.
Just as she stumbles out his front door, adjusting the torn straps of her bandage dress, you walk in before the door locks closed. For a second you think that you’ve successfully penetrated his villa, before realising that Sukuna’s looking down at you from the mezzanine. Massive, bare-chested, sticky. If you were closer, you’d smell the sex and blood on him.
“Jumped the wall?” He asks, words slurring a little. Overdrank.
“Yeah.” You reply. “Sorry.”
“Clearly my fault, I should have predicted deranged athletic stalkers.”
“No, coach.” You shake your head, suddenly realising that you kinda did walk into a private scene. “I promise I won’t tell the paps about this.”
“This?”
“That lady who just walked out. I mean, what lady? I didn’t see anything–”
His footsteps are just as loud as they always are as he walks down the stairs to you. Thud-thud-thud. Your heart echoes each beat. “Don’t waste my time.” He yawns, eyes hawk-sharp on you. “What do you want?”
On the other side of the city, Yuuji and his grandfather share brunch sandwiches. He’s not sure how to approach the topic, since Megumi explained just enough to concern him. “Grandpa, my friend, the one I introduced you to, I think I wanted to ask about this. Does… does Sukuna treat her as more than a student?”
And his grandfather, the one person who told him to always look out for the good of others, told him to stay out of it completely. “When nutcases like them go out to dance, we stay in and close our eyes.”
a/n: hi folks daddy's back
ask the characters anything! (remember to name who you're asking tho!)
Fauxcest kink? Oh so the emotional neglect of your parents left you deeply emotionally lonely? You wanna feel the love of someone who's known you forever and loves you regardless? You want them to love you so much, they fuck you when they know they shouldnt? Ah, I see. Pretty fucked up. C'mere, kiddo
kissing toji after pretending to swallow ❤︎ ⋮ requested
your throat is still raw and your lips are still wet and you can taste him, the whole mess of it, the cum he shoved down your tongue like he expected you to swallow on command, and you let him think you did, you even swallowed air just to fake the motion because you knew—god, you knew—he’d sit back all smug like yeah, that’s right, good girl, finally learning.
“c’mere,” he mutters, voice thick with the afterglow of getting his dick sucked, and you almost laugh, because he’s so sure. so certain. so fucking cocky.
and you climb into his lap with that secret sitting heavy on your tongue, warm and salty and thick, and he’s already giving you that look, the one that says he thinks he owns the room and your body and your next three breaths.
you kiss him once, soft, pretending to be all dazed and fucked-out, and he smirks into it, totally unaware that you’re hiding his own cum in your mouth like a weapon.
and then you open wider.
and give it back to him.
you spill his cum straight into his mouth, hot and messy, and he goes still—so still—like his brain just blue-screened because he thought he knew what you were capable of and apparently he absolutely fucking did not.
his whole body goes rigid under yours. not disgust, not shock—no, worse, interest. genuine, bone-deep, hungry interest, like you just unlocked a new level he didn’t know you had the guts to reach. his tongue meets it first, then his breath stutters, and then he actually groans into your mouth, this low gravel sound that hits you right between the legs.
“ohhh fuck,” he laughs, low and rough, dragging the sound right against your lips, “so that’s what you were saving.”
and then his hand is on your face—big and warm, taking up half your cheek—tilting your jaw open wider like he wants to check how much of his cum you kept for him, like he wants to see the proof.
“you little liar,” he murmurs, thumb sliding across your chin and catching a drip before pushing it right back into your mouth, “pretendin’ you swallowed. when you were holding all my cum in your cheeks like a greedy little brat.”
your thighs shake, which is humiliating because he notices instantly.
“didn’t know you were into that,” he says, dragging you into another kiss, deeper this time, filthier, like he’s trying to lick the truth out of your mouth. “but fuck, sweetheart… you should’ve told me sooner.”
he kisses you again, deeper, filthier, licking his own cum off your tongue like it’s dessert, like he wants every leftover drop.
you gasp into it; he tightens his grip on your jaw—not painful, just firm enough to make you feel owned and angles your head exactly how he wants you.
and then he taps two fingers under your chin, lifting your face like he’s choosing whether to be nice or mean about it, and spoiler: he’s not choosing nice.
“you better do that again,” he whispers against your lips, voice all wrecked and hungry. “next time you hold my cum in your mouth, you bring it straight back to me. don’t waste a single drop.”
it starts innocent, which is funny, because nothing about this is innocent. not the fact that you’re perched on his lap in just a tank and your little lounge shorts pulled to the side. not the fact that his cock is already inside you, fat and hot and twitching like it forgot what the word still means. not the fact that he’s letting you do your entire skincare routine on him like this—like it’s normal, like it’s not a very personal form of medieval torture.
"tilt your head, baby," you murmur, swiping a serum across his cheekbone with two fingers, smearing it in slow, little circles. your hips shift a little, just enough to get comfy—just enough to make his breath hitch—and you pretend not to notice the way his hands flex on your thighs.
“the fuck did i do to deserve this,” he mutters, but he’s leaning into your touch anyway, eyes heavy-lidded, legs spread wide in the vanity chair he assembled for you last week. his sweatpants are shoved low enough for you to sit snug on him, stretched full, clenching soft every time you tap his face too gently.
“built me a vanity,” you say sweetly, dotting moisturizer onto his nose. “like a big strong and sexy handyman.”
“yeah?” he mutters, eyes flicking up to yours. “think that earns me a nut?”
you blink, mock-innocent. “we’re cockwarming.”
“we’re what?”
“warming,” you repeat, emphasizing it with a slow squeeze around him that makes his abs tighten under your palm. “not fucking. warming.”
he groans, throws his head back. "jesus christ."
but he lets you continue. lets you smooth spf across his forehead while his dick throbs inside you. lets you coo and kiss the tip of his nose like you’re not actively milking him in slow motion. lets you use him like a seat and a stress reliever and a boyfriend-shaped fleshlight all at once.
"you’re twitching," you whisper against his jaw, smug.
"you’re squeezing," he grits, one hand digging into your waist. "don't act innocent, princess. i can feel your pussy suckin’ me in like it’s trying to prove something.”
you giggle. lean forward and kiss his cheek. “just showing my appreciation.”
his grip gets tighter. “if you appreciate me so much, why the fuck am i not allowed to move?”
“because we’re preserving my glow,” you say cheerfully, reaching for your lip balm.
“fuck your glow,” he grits, but his hips don’t move. not yet. not until you finish your last step. not until you rub a drop of face oil between your palms and press it into his cheeks and give him that pleased little smile that always, always does him in.
then? then he snaps. you barely get the cap back on before he’s got you flipped onto the vanity, legs hooked over his forearms, your pretty little glow smeared all over the mirror while he fucks you like he’s owed it. and maybe he is. maybe he deserves it.
when dadkuna gets the call that his son’s suspended for fighting at school
the call hits at 3:17 pm. the school number on the cracked screen of your phone. you swipe to answer before it can ring twice.
“hello?"
“mrs. ryomen? we need either you or your husband to come down to the office. your son was involved in a physical altercation. he’s suspended for three days pending further review. he’s waiting here now.”
you press two fingers to the bridge of your nose, already feeling the headache bloom. “wha—okay. we’ll be there in twenty.”
sukuna’s in the garage, hunched over the old harley he’s been rebuilding for months. black tank clinging to his back from the heat, grease streaked across his forearms where his tattoos peek out. he doesn’t look up when you step into the open bay.
“hey kuna?” you softly call, “school called.”
he keeps wiping the carburetor with a shop rag. “what now.”
“he got into a fight and they’re suspending him. we have to go pick him up.”
the rag stops mid-motion. his jaw flexes once, visible even from the side. “he start it?”
“they didn’t say over the phone.”
“figures.” he tosses the rag onto the cluttered workbench. his tools scattered, half-empty beer can sweating beside a crumpled pack of cigarettes. “let’s go.”
the drive is quiet except for the sound of the truck and sukuna's knuckles white on the wheel. you know better than to fill the silence with platitudes. he hates that shit.
ren, your son, is slouched in one of the orange plastic chairs bolted to the wall outside the principal’s door. his split lip already swelling, fresh bruise blooming purple under his left eye, knuckles split and crusted. blood’s dried in a thin line down the front of his gray hoodie. he looks up when the door swings open, meets sukuna’s stare straight on. no ounce of apology in his eyes. just the same stubborn set to his mouth you’ve seen a thousand times in the mirror.
he was looking exactly like sukuna at that age in the old photos you've seen.
not only does he look like his dad, he for sure got his temper too.
"you better have a damn good reason." sukuna stops in the doorway, boots planted. “what the fuck happened.”
“some kid wouldn’t shut up about mom,” ren says, “said shit i wasn’t about to let stand, so i handled it.”
ahhh fortunately for him, that's enough of an excuse to sukuna.
you feel sukuna’s temper rise and you just sigh knowing he’ll most likely tolerate this behavior again. you move first, moving pass them into the principal’s office ready to get this over with so you can have a talk with your son properly.
the principal’s a nervous-looking guy in a polyester suit two sizes too big. he looks ridiculous, you and sukuna once had a good laugh talking about him. he stands when you enter. sukuna follows, shoulders filling the narrow doorway. he doesn’t sit. just crosses his arms and leans against the wall, tattoos catching the harsh overhead light.
he clears his throat twice. “mr. and mrs. ryomen. thank you for coming so quickly.”
sukuna stays silent as the principal fidgets with a pen.
“your son initiated the physical contact,” he starts. “the other student sustained a mild concussion. we’re recommending–”
“he said something about my wife,” sukuna interrupts. "that true or what?"
the principal lets out a nervous chuckle. “be that as it may, we maintain a zero-tolerance policy toward violence–”
sukuna’s voice cuts in again, “say that part again. what exactly did the other kid say about her?”
the room goes still, you don’t know whether to feel embarrassed or proud that both your husband and son are standing up for you like this. ren shifts his weight, sneakers squeaking on the linoleum.
“called her a gold digger,” ren says. “said she only married you for the cash and that you’re just some ex-con tattoo artist who knocked her up... that pissed me off."
sukuna’s gaze flicks to you for half a heartbeat. you shake your head the smallest amount—no. he exhales loudly, the frustration in him growing more.
“so my kid put his hands on a loudmouth who was talking shit about his mother,” sukuna says. “and you’re punishing him for it.”
“school policy is clear—”
“your policy’s obviously shit.” sukuna pushes off the wall. “you let these kids talk whatever trash they want all day, but the minute someone actually responds, you clutch your pearls?”
“mr. ryomen, i’m going to have to ask you to—”
you can't stand this.
“me and my husband understand the suspension. we’ll take him home. do we need to sign anything?”
the principal hesitates, then slides the forms across the desk. you sign quick while sukuna keeps staring at the motivational poster on the wall like he’s imagining putting a fist through it.
the parking lot’s baking under the late-afternoon sun, shadows stretch long and jagged from the chain-link fence and the row of staff cars, a couple seagulls wheel overhead, crying once before banking toward the football field. the truck chirps twice when sukuna thumbs the fob, the doors unlock with that familiar pop.
sukuna's ready to hear whatever lecture you have to give this time.
“backseat, ren,” you say flatly.
he doesn’t argue. he ducks his head and slides into the back without a sound. the leather creaks under your guys weight as sukuna fires the engine.
“you don’t get to decide what’s worth fighting over at school,” you start. “i don’t care what he said about me. you don’t put your hands on someone because words hurt your feelings. that’s not how this works.”
ren stares down at the rubber floor mat.
“you’re grounded. two weeks. no phone, no going out, no friends over. you come straight home after school when the suspension’s up. you do your work, you help around the house, and you think about why throwing punches isn’t a solution. clear?”
ren nods once, slow. “yeah.”
“say it.”
he lifts his eyes just enough to meet yours in the rearview. “it’s clear. i’m grounded two weeks. no phone, no nothing.”
you hold his gaze another second, then turn back forward. “good.”
the rest of the drive unspools in thick silence. traffic thins as you leave the school zone, the sun dipping low enough that the dashboard glows faintly orange. you keep your eyes on the road, fingers laced loosely in your lap, while sukuna’s grip on the wheel stays steady but no longer bone-white.
when the truck finally rolls into the driveway, sukuna kills the engine with a twist of the key. the sudden quiet is awkward.
you unbuckle first, turning halfway in your seat. “i’m starting dinner. kuna,” you pause facing your husband, “talk to him.”
sukuna exhales through his nose when you enter the house. he reaches over and twists the key back just enough to kill the accessory power, plunging the cabin into near-darkness except for the faint streetlight spilling through the windshield.
ren’s voice comes out low, a little nervous now that it's just his dad with him, “you mad at me?”
sukuna laughs in response. “mad?” he echoes. “nah, not mad. you did what you had to do.”
"wait really??"
“kid talked shit about your mom,” sukuna continues, “you handled it. part of me gets that—hell, most of me does. but your mother just laid it out plain, she's right, you don’t swing first at school. not because defending family is wrong. because getting caught makes it useless. next time you decide something’s worth handling, make sure no one sees. or better yet, walk away and deal with it where cameras don’t reach and mouths don’t run to teachers.”
ren nods slowly, throat working like he’s swallowing everything he wants to say. “she’s pissed.”
“she’s pissed because she doesn’t want you turning into me at sixteen.” sukuna finally flicks his eyes to the rearview mirror, meeting ren’s gaze head-on. “look just take the grounding, do the time, don’t argue with her. she’ll cool off faster that way.”
ren rubs his jaw, careful around the swelling bruise. “yeah… okay. i get it, thanks dad.”
sukuna pops his door open, the dome light flooding the cab with weak yellow. “come on. go help her with whatever she’s doing in there and ice that face before it swells completely shut.”
ren climbs out first, shoulders hunched a little like the weight of the day is still sitting on them. sukuna follows a second later, pocketing the keys as he exhales once more.
later that night when the house quiets down, ren’s already shut himself in his room, lights off early for once.
you and sukuna are both in bed too.
sukuna’s sprawled face-down on the mattress, shirt gone, the wide map of his back exposed.
he groans low when you climb onto the bed behind him, knees bracketing his hips. your hands settle between his shoulder blades first, thumbs digging slow circles into the knots that live there permanently.
“fuck—right there,” he mutters into the pillow.
massaging him is one of the routines you guys do before sleeping, sukuna claims it completes his day no matter how shitty it went.
you keep the pressure steady, working down the length of his spine. the room smells faintly of his soap and the arnica gel you rubbed into ren’s face earlier.
after a minute you lean forward, hair brushing his shoulder.
“sooo you two talk in the truck?”
“yeah.”
your palms slide up to his traps, kneading deeper. “and???”
“told him he did good putting the kid in his place.” sukuna shifts his head to the side so he can talk properly. “but that he can’t be dumb about it next time. school cameras, witnesses, snitches—whole system’s built to catch the guy who actually swings. told him if he’s gonna handle shit, handle it clean. or don’t handle it at all.”
you pause for half a second, glaring at him. “so you basically told him it’s fine to fight… just don’t get caught.”
he snorts. “i told him reality ain’t the same as the lecture you gave. sweetheart, you want him safe and i want him smart. both can be true.”
your hands start moving again, tracing the ridges of muscle along his ribs. “you’re enabling him.”
“i’m not telling him to start fights.” sukuna turns his head the other way, cheek pressed flat to the pillow so he can see you out of the corner of his eye. “i’m telling him the world doesn’t run on zero-tolerance posters. kid talks about you like that again? someone’s gonna feel it. might as well be someone who knows how to throw properly. i just don’t want him suspended every other week or expelled before he graduates.”
you press your thumbs into the base of his skull, he hisses softly, sounding pleased.
“he looks so much like you in those old pictures now,” you say quieter.
“he’s got your eyes though. softer when he’s not pissed. he’ll figure it out.”
you lean down, lips touching the warm skin behind his ear. “you really not mad at him?”
“nah.” his voice drops lower. “‘m feeling proud. some punk runs his mouth about my wife and my kid lays him out without blinking? that’s blood. that’s mine.” he exhales again. “but i hate seeing his face fucked up. hate even more that he’s gonna carry my reputation around like a target. they already look at him sideways because of me.”
your hands slide down his arms now, working the tension out of his forearms, the same ones that were covered in grease earlier. “he’s not you at sixteen. he’s got us. both of us.”
sukuna turns over suddenly. quick enough that you have to brace on his chest to keep balance. he catches your wrists and tugs you down until you’re half sprawled across him. his eyes flick over your face, looking tired.
“c’mere,” he mutters, already reaching. "didn't i just get lucky?"
his hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers curling into your hair just enough to guide you down. he pulls you in like it’s the most natural thing after a day like this.
the kiss lands soft, lips pressing slow against yours. you taste the faint mint from the gum he was chewing earlier, mixed with whatever’s left of the day on his breath. his other arm loops around your lower back, palm flat and heavy, dragging you closer until there’s no space left.
your chest against his, heartbeat thumping steady under your hand.
he angles his head to deepen the kiss. tongue brushes yours lazily like he’s savoring it, you feel his fingers tighten slightly in your hair before loosening again.
you pull back after a minute, just enough to breathe. noses still touching, foreheads pressed.
he doesn’t open his eyes right away. just stays close, breathing you in.
“better?” you whisper.
“mm yeah.”
his thumb strokes along your jaw then he leans up and kisses you again. it's shorter this time like he’s saying shut up and stay here. lips linger a second longer before he drops his head back to the pillow with a tired exhale.
arms stay wrapped around you, one hand settling low on your back, the other still loosely in your hair.
“stop thinking about it, kay? he’ll be alright,” he says eventually. “yer a great mom and 'm trying not to screw up too. he got time to fuck up and figure it out. more than i ever did.”
A/N: genuinely. what is this. art by _avecot on x. also vote
your familys not sure how to feel about olderbf!toji (smut) ☆
the air in your aunt’s living room was thick with the smell of pot roast and quiet judgment. toji stood beside you, a mountain of muscle in a simple black button-down that strained across his shoulders, his presence seeming to swallow the polite chatter whole. he’d been perfectly civil—a low grunt of greeting, a firm handshake that made your father blink—but his eyes held a lazy, predatory amusement as he surveyed the room.
you could hear the whispers threading through the clink of china.
“...must be what, forty? easy…”
“...practically robbing the cradle, susan, i mean look at him…”
“...older than mike, i swear…”
toji’s hand, resting possessively on the small of your back, gave a slight, deliberate squeeze. you glanced up and saw the corner of his mouth twitch. he’d heard every word.
dinner was a minefield of pointed questions. your uncle ron, who was indeed two years younger than toji, leaned forward. “so, toji. what is it you do, exactly?”
toji took a slow sip of his drink, his gaze steady. “this and that. security work. freelance.” his voice was a low rumble that somehow silenced the table. “body’s the tool. keeps me fit.”
the way he said it wasn’t a brag. it was a simple, brutal fact. a few aunts fanned themselves. later, as you were clearing dessert plates in the kitchen, you felt him crowd you against the counter, his front to your back, his breath hot on your ear.
“hear ‘em all talkin’, baby?” he murmured, his voice thick with smug satisfaction. “callin’ me old.”
“they don’t know anything,” you whispered, leaning back into his solid heat.
“oh, they know,” he chuckled, a dark, velvety sound. one of his big hands slid around your hip, palming you through your dress.
“they see it. pisses ‘em off ‘cause they know i can do things those soft little uncles of yours only dream about.” his fingers dipped beneath the hem, finding you already wet for him, just from his proximity, from his arrogant, delicious confidence. “gonna show you when we get home just what this old man can do.”
he pressed a single, rough kiss to the side of your neck, a promise that made your knees weak, before sauntering back into the living room, leaving you breathless against the counter. the knowing, triumphant smirk he threw over his shoulder was for you alone.
the drive home was a thick, silent tension. his large hand rested high on your thigh, his thumb stroking idle, possessive circles that burned through the fabric of your dress. he didn’t speak. he just let the promise hang in the air between you, heavy and potent.
“toji…” you breathed out, the word barely a whisper.
“save it,” he rumbled, his eyes on the road but his focus entirely on the heat under his hand. “gonna hear plenty from you soon.”
the moment your apartment door clicked shut, the civility evaporated. he spun you, your back hitting the wall, his body caging you in. the smug amusement from earlier was gone, replaced by a raw, hungry intensity.
“all those whispers,” he growled, his mouth descending to your throat, biting just shy of pain. “all those looks. like i’m some fuckin’ predator who stole their sweet little girl.” his hands shoved the straps of your dress down, baring you to the cool air and his hotter gaze. “maybe they’re right.”
“ah—!” you gasped as his mouth found your breast, his tongue laving over your nipple before sucking hard.
he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom, not bothering with the lights. he tossed you onto the mattress, following you down in a fluid motion, his weight pinning you in the most perfect way.
“or maybe they're wrong. you like this, don’t you?” he rasped, yanking his own shirt open, buttons scattering. his calloused hands were everywhere, pulling, squeezing, claiming. “playin’ the good girl for them all day, lettin’ ‘em think you’re innocent. while you’re sittin’ there, soakin’ wet, thinkin’ about how this old mans gonna ruin you the second we’re alone.”
“y-yes,” you moaned, arching into his touch. “god, yes, please—”
he didn’t wait. he sheathed himself in you with one brutal, perfect thrust, knocking the air from your lungs in a choked cry. “fuhhhck—toji!”
he set a punishing pace immediately, each deep drive punctuated by his filthy, low voice in your ear.
“that’s it. they have no idea, do they?” he grunted, his hips snapping harder. “no idea their precious niece gets off on this. on bein’ fucked by a man who knows exactly how to take what he wants.” he drove into you, hitting a spot that made you see stars. “nngh! say it. tell me you love it.”
“i love it—ah! haah—i love it, i love you—” you babbled, nails scraping down his back.
a dark, satisfied groan ripped from his chest. “you love it. love knowin’ i’ve seen more, done more… that i can make you feel things those boys your age couldn’t even imagine.” his rhythm was relentless, the slap of skin filling the room. “c’mon, baby, sing for me. let me hear how much you love bein’ corrupted.”
“you gonna keep humpin’ like a bitch in heat, or you actually gonna take it?”
you bite your lip, hands braced on his pecs—feeling the hard ridges of muscle twitch under your palms. “i—i’m trying, toji. you’re just… so fucking big.”
toji snorts, “yeah? poor little pussy can’t handle it?” big hand slides up your thigh, thumb brushing the crease where leg meets hip. “been drippin’ on me all night. thought you wanted this fat cock stretchin’ you stupid.”
heat floods your face. you lift up just enough to line him up then sink down slow. the head pops past your entrance with a wet pop, and you gasp. inch after thick inch splits you open, burning stretch that borders on too much. your thighs tremble halfway down.
“fuck wait—”
“nah.” his hands clamp on your hips and he yanks you the rest of the way. your ass slaps against his thighs, cunt stuffed full in one brutal drop making you cry out.
“there we go,” he mutters, almost bored. “all the way in. feel that? how deep i am? rearrangin’ your guts already.”
you can’t speak—only whimper, he’s so big it hurts in the best way, pressing everywhere at once. you feel him in your stomach.
he gives one lazy thrust up.
“move,” he orders. “bounce. show me how bad you want it.”
you start slow—lifting and dropping, short strokes at first because the stretch is overwhelming. but the drag of him inside you, the way your clit grinds against his pubic bone each time you bottom out—it’s addictive. you pick up speed, tits bouncing under your thin top, skirt bunched around your waist like a belt.
wet, filthy sounds fill the room—slap of skin, squelch of your cunt swallowing him, your breathy moans mixing with his low grunts.
“that’s it, slut. ride daddy’s cock like you mean it.” his voice stays low, mocking. “look at you—tits bouncin’, pussy creamin’ all over me. such a messy little whore.”
one hand leaves your hip, slides up to wrap loosely around your throat. his thumb presses under your jaw, tilting your head so you have to look at him.
“eyes on me,” he growls. “wanna watch that pretty face when you fall apart.”
you obey, staring into those sharp green eyes while you slam down harder. thighs burning, but you don’t stop—can’t stop.
“fuck—t-toji—i’m—”
“already?” he chuckles, “barely started and you’re gonna cum? pathetic.”
he doesn’t let you slow—grips your ass with both hands, spreads you wider, helps you bounce faster.
“gonna cum on this dick? go on. soak me. make it nasty.”
your walls clamping down like a vice, gushing around him, slick running down his balls. your whole body shakes, vision blurring, but he keeps thrusting up—fucking you through it, relentless.
“shit—yeah, milk me. tight little cunt grippin’ so good.” his breathing roughens, first real crack in that lazy control. “gonna fill you up. breed this greedy pussy till you’re leakin’ me for days.”
he growls low, hips snapping up once, twice—then he’s cumming. hot, thick ropes painting your insides, so much it overflows.
you collapse forward onto his chest, panting. his heartbeat thuds steady under your ear. he doesn’t pull out. just wraps one arm around your waist, other hand lazily stroking your back like you’re a pet.
“stay,” he mutters against your hair. “don’t move. gonna keep you plugged full. maybe fuck another load in later if you’re good.”
you whimper, cunt fluttering weakly around him at the thought. he smirks as he feels it.
“yeah… that’s what i thought.”
the tv drones on in the background. city lights flicker through the blinds. you’re still impaled, full of him, marked inside and out.
and he just lounges there, cock softening but still thick enough to keep you stretched, like he’s got all night.
The wall between Megumi's and Yuuji's rooms is pretty thin, but the boys like it that way.
Pairing: Megumi x Reader (female) x Yuuji
Genre: smut
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: 18 +, smut, voyeurism, dirty talk, fingering, creampie, masturbation, indirect threesome. Yuuji can hear Megumi and Reader fuck through the wall, and Megumi encourages Reader to help Yuuji cum by being extra loud for him ;) All characters are of age. This story is 18 +. Minors don't interact.
I originally posted this story in 2021, but rewrote it now, because season 3 is making me yearn like crazy 💗 Update: Here is Part 2
"Megumi...please... I need you!"
You're mewling, looking pleadingly up at Megumi from where you're lying on his bed. Earlier today, he came up behind you in training, standing so close that you could feel his firm muscles against your back, so tall that he had to lean down to murmur in your ear, asking if you wanted to come to his room tonight to watch a documentary about wolves, which was code for "We really should fuck".
So, of course, you ended up in your boyfriend's room with ruffled hair, kiss-swollen lips, and your pussy so wet that you completely soaked your lace panties, which Megumi pushed to the side to finger you slowly.
Dark blue eyes meet yours, and the left corner of Megumi's lips lifts ever so slightly in that hint of a smile that you love so much. He has mercy with you, hooking his graceful fingers in the soft lacey fabric of your panties and finally pulling them down.
Your head falls back on the pillow with a relieved sigh as you watch Megumi push apart your thighs and position himself between them. He looks beautiful as always. And sexy, which is something only a few people know, because Megumi isn't the type to casually take off his shirt in public.
Only you get to see him like this, naked, with shoulders that are broader than one would think, a chiseled chest, and those hard, perfectly defined abs. Abs which are currently taut, as Megumi lets his gaze slowly travel over you, his cheeks flushing lightly, his lips opening in a low moan.
The anticipation makes you moan softly, too. You had a long day, and there's nothing better to help you let go of the stress than having Megumi fuck you.
Megumi smiles softly at you from where he's kneeling between your thighs, his long, elegant fingers gently trailing down your leg before he grabs it firmly and throws it over his shoulder.
Your stomach flutters, and the first loud groan escapes your lips when you watch Megumi take his long, pretty cock in his hand and give it a few languid strokes, making his gorgeous mushroom head swell even more, before he guides it to your hole.
Your fingers twist in the bedsheets beneath you as you lift your hips to meet Megumi eagerly. You've been craving this all day. Any time you looked at him, you couldn't stop thinking about him fucking your brains out.
You gasp when Megumi finally pushes in. But your boyfriend goes slow, just giving you his swollen cockhead, to stretch you open so deliciously. You look up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, feeling your heart clench at the sight.
Megumi looks so fucking pretty. Especially like this. He is so focused, so determined as he pushes his rock-hard cock deeper into you, inch by inch, slowly filling you up. His pale cheeks are flushed, his dark blue eyes watching you intently.
A low groan falls from his lips when he's buried to the hilt in you, but Megumi stays in control, keeping up his slow pace, torturing you with just the tiniest rolls of his hips. And you can't take it anymore.
You've waited all day! You need to get fucked hard! And you want to make good use of the fact that the two of you have the whole first floor to yourselves right now and can be as loud and wild as you want.
You make a whiny noise as you buck your hips needily.
"Please, baby... please fuck me for real! Megumi, please!"
Begging him for his dick and moaning his name, just how Megumi likes it. You can see a half-smile playing around his lips, making him even prettier. And luckily, Megumi doesn't let you wait any longer. His hand tightens around your leg on his shoulder, and he picks up speed, fucking into you with harder thrusts.
This is what you needed! Your eyes close as you give yourself over to the pleasure your boyfriend's cock is blessing you with. The stress of the long day is fading quickly. There's only Megumi and his dick. You moan loudly, letting it all out. A loud mix of Megumi's name and high-pitched mewls, letting go completely.
Until you hear a noise.
Your eyes fly open. What was that?
You strain your ears and then hear it again. Some rumbling from the room next door. Yuuji's room! Your eyes widen. Shit! His bed is standing right on the other side of the wall. Is he lying there right now?
You feel embarrassment creeping over you. You were so loud! Did Yuuji hear you? Hopefully, he was in the bathroom and just came into his room now. But you have to be careful from now on and keep the noise down.
Disappointment washes over you. Here you thought you could scream your heart out and drive Megumi wild with it. And now you have to be careful not to make too much noise.
You look up at Megumi, but he doesn't seem fazed. Maybe he didn't hear Yuuji. Or he's too busy banging you. He's currently rolling his hips in that perfect way, fucking your sweet spot in the angle that makes your toes curl.
You can't help but whimper, because it feels so good.
But Yuuji is right behind that thin wall!
You bite your lip, trying to hold back. But Megumi feels so good inside you. His cockhead is hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, making you tear up from how good he fucks you. You writhe beneath him needily as more moans fall from your lips, unable to keep quiet.
You quickly press a hand on your mouth, muffling your needy moans, thinking you will just stay like that and hopefully Yuuji won't hear a thing.
But after just a few seconds, Megumi grabs your hand and yanks it away from your mouth. His dark blue eyes are boring into yours heatedly.
"What are you doing? I wanna hear you!"
"But...but Yuuji is next door. He can hear us through the wall."
You whisper, your cheeks hot from the embarrassment you're feeling. You feel like crying. This isn't how you wanted the evening to go. You wanted to get fucked into blissful oblivion, scream Megumi's name while you creamed all over his cock and elicit those sexy low groans from him, too.
But now everything's ruined because Yuuji is over there, and you can't enjoy your boyfriend's dick anymore. And surely Megumi will pull out now because he doesn't want to risk Yuuji hearing the two of you. Your gaze meets Megumi's, but what you see there isn't disappointment or frustration.
It's desire.
Megumi's pupils are dilated, making his blue eyes look like midnight skies. He looks at you, then at the wall separating the two of you from Yuuji. His voice is husky, making him sound incredibly turned on, when he says something you never expected to hear,
"I don't see the problem. It's ok if he hears. Yuuji and I are really close. We share almost everything."
You gulp. Is he serious? You didn't expect this reaction.
As if to prove his point, Megumi chooses that moment to pull out almost completely until only his tip is still inside you, and then he rams his entire length back into you with a hard shove, hitting your sweet spot with full force. Your eyes fall shut again, and a loud, surprised moan escapes your lips.
You feel Megumi's hand cup your cheek and stroke it lovingly.
"Yeah, like that, princess. Let Yuuji hear you. He will like that. Let's make sure my best friend has an enjoyable evening, too."
His words make pleasure shoot through your body while at the same time your cheeks are flooded with heat. You're so embarrassed by the thought of Yuuji hearing you getting fucked. But it's also somehow really hot that Megumi seems to be so into it.
He is breathing heavily, blue eyes burning with lust as he's leaning over you and thrusting into your tight heat, his abs flexing with every hard thrust. He's fucking you so hard that the headboard of his bed is hitting the wall. The loud thuds leave no room for speculation about what is going on in Megumi's room right now.
And that's when you hear it: A low groan from the other side of the wall.
Yuuji.
Is he jacking off?
Your pussy clenches around Megumi's dick reflexively. God, why is this so hot?
You're beginning to understand why Megumi wants to do this. The thought of Yuuji getting off to you and Megumi fucking is really hot. And if he's not ashamed about you hearing him through the wall, then you don't have to be ashamed either, right?
Fuck! Now you want to hear more of Yuuji's moans. What does he sound like when he gets close? Or when he cums? How loud will the boy you only know as the sweet, funny sunshine be when he's completely lost in pleasure? You need to find out!
Do Megumi and Yuuji do that sometimes? Jack off in their beds at the same time? Listening to the other's moans through the wall? You see your boyfriend in a completely new light. And it's fucking sexy! You find yourself moaning loudly as you picture it. Two best friends, who share almost anything, even their jacking off sessions.
Suddenly, Megumi pulls out, and you whine and stare up at him worriedly. No, no, no, please don't stop! You were just getting into this idea! But then his strong, elegant hands pull you up,
"Come here, babe."
Oh. He wants a new position? You hold your breath and just let your boyfriend maneuver you into his desired position. Onto all fours while Megumi grabs your hips tightly and fucks into you unrelentingly from behind. He puts one hand in your hair, twisting it to get a good grip, and pushes your head forward until your face is right up against the thin wall.
"Now, let him hear you. Don't hold back."
This is so filthy. It excites you, makes your pussy throb with horniness. You couldn't keep quiet anymore, even if you wanted. Megumi's cock feels too good inside you, rubbing your sweet spot perfectly, filling you so completely, and rocking into you with the sweetest pressure.
And knowing that he gets so wild because of Yuuji listening to you getting fucked makes something in you snap. And so you just let go and moan loudly, while the side of your face is pressed against the wall.
"Megumi! Oh god, baby, you feel so good inside me! Yes! Yes! Fuck me like that!"
From the other side of the wall, you hear Yuuji's answering moans now. Desperate-sounding ah! Ah!s and loud whines. It's the hottest thing!
You imagine Yuuji on the other side. Just a few centimeters away from you. His hoodie pulled up to expose his firm abs. His big hand wrapped around the base of his thick cock, pumping himself desperately while his head is thrown back and he's moaning so needily because he hears you getting fucked by his best friend.
Yuuji all alone in his bed, horny and desperate for release, and you are going to give it to him.
And then it happens… without thinking the next moan that leaves your mouth is a loud: "Yuujiii!"
The shock of what you just did hits you even through the cloudiness of your horny thoughts. Oh no! That's not ok! You cannot moan another guy's name! Megumi won't like that! Your mouth opens to say sorry. But you don't get to say it because Megumi moans loudly and pushes his dick even deeper into you. It's a needy moan, his voice sounding so fucking pretty.
"Yes, baby! That's perfect. Do that again! Say his name!"
His command makes you whimper, your body shuddering in pleasure. Megumi's really into this. It's making your head spin.
You push back against Megumi's cock and moan loudly against the bedroom wall:
"Yuu...Yuuji!"
You're rewarded twice. By your boyfriend fucking even harder into you, and by another series of loud moans from the other side of the wall. Yuuji's voice, thick with need: "Oh Fuck! Fuck, Fuck!!" followed by a throaty moan of your name.
And Megumi is growling in your ear, sounding just as turned on as Yuuji. He's encouraging you, urging you on, sounding so turned on and needy like never before. His breath is hot on your skin as he whispers in your ear, his voice even lower than usual:
"Imagine getting fucked by both of us. You in the middle. How would you like riding my cock while Yuuji sucks on your clit? I heard he's really good with this mouth. Or do you want his cock too? Both of our cocks, hm? Would you be our little cockslut? I would let Yuuji pound you while I fuck your mouth until we both fill you up from each side. We would wreck you so good, baby."
Megumi's words turn you into a shaking, moaning mess. Pussy so wet that you're leaving a thick creamy ring around Megumi's cock every time he fucks into you.
Until now, you never imagined in your wildest dreams that Megumi would be into a threesome. You didn't even know that YOU are into it, but now you see all the images Megumi is describing to you, and you have never been so turned on in your life.
The pressure in your stomach builds to an unbearable knot, and loud, needy sobs and moans fall from your lips. Drool is running down the corners of your lips, your left cheek still pressed against the thin wall that's separating you from Yuuji.
You hear him moaning loudly, unashamedly, and horny. Probably pumping his hard cock firmly, maybe he's circling his tip with one finger, playing with his slit, spreading pre-cum over the head. Does it drive him crazy, too? Does he imagine the same fantasies Megumi just shared with you? Does he imagine being in the room with you and Megumi, watching the two of you, or maybe taking turns with Megumi, making you cum?
Your orgasm hits you with a surprising force. You cum hard and loud, crying out both Megumi's and Yuuji's names. Your legs shake, your heart is pounding wildly in your chest as you feel your hot, creamy juices gush over Megumi's cock.
Megumi's fingers twist tightly in your hair, and he presses your body even more into the wall, pushing his throbbing cock as deep as possible into you as he cums too, a strangled, wild moan escaping his lips as he pumps you full with his cum.
You're feeling dizzy, still riding your high, pussy throbbing and feeling so full and warm from Megumi's dick still so deep inside you, filled by his hot cum, that's slowly dripping down his balls and your trembling thighs.
And you still hear Yuuji through the wall, nearing his own orgasm from what it sounds like.
Sweet, horny Yuuji, whose moans are even louder now. He sounds so sexy, so desperate. So damn cute with the way he is mewling and cursing loudly.
Megumi leans down to press a tender kiss to the back of your neck, before his low, sexy voice whispers against your heated skin:
"I think Yuuji needs you. Help him cum."
You aren't embarrassed anymore, not after what you already did. It's ok, this is Yuuji, your boyfriend's best friend and your friend too. He helped make you cum so hard, so now it's only fair that you do the same for him.
And oh, how much you want to hear how he sounds when he cums! The thought alone is enough to make you horny again. You put a hand against the wall as if you could reach through it and touch the boy on the other side.
Wouldn't that be nice? To wrap a hand around Yuuji's thick cock and stroke him to orgasm? Or maybe even straddle his hips and ride him until he shoots his load into you, mixing his and Megumi's cum deep inside your overflowing pussy?
"Yuuji! Fuck, you sound so sexy! Are you stroking your cock for Megumi and me? You made both of us cum so hard. Do you know that Megumi is still inside me? He filled me up so good. I can feel his cum running down my thighs. Wish you could cum in me or on me too."
You hear Yuuji gasp and moan your name again, even louder this time.
"Would you like that, Yuuji? Do you want to cum in my pussy? Or all over my face? Or over Megumi's face? I think he would look so pretty with your cum dripping down his chin."
Yuuji's answer is a desperate, needy cry.
"Fuck! Yes, please, I want to cum! I want all of that!"
His reaction makes you clench around Megumi's softening cock. Your voice comes out in a moan when you urge Yuuji on,
"Please, Yuuji cum for us! Be a good boy for Megumi and me! Let us hear everything!"
And Yuuji's moans turn into incoherent cries and high-pitched mewls, and then you hear a mixture of your and Megumi's names followed by a loud thud, probably Yuuji's head hitting the wall.
Your fingers clench, making your fingernails scrape down the wall, and another soft moan escapes your lips:
"Oh god, Yuuji. Yes, just like that!"
You close your eyes, pleasure washing over you as you imagine it all in your head. Yuuji slumped against the wall, pink hair tousled, mouth hanging open, and his thick cock pulsing sweet milky cum over his hand as he thinks of you and Megumi.
You feel a second orgasm washing over you, cumming on Megumi's softening cock, while Megumi tightens his hold on you and groans against your neck. He grabs your chin to tilt your head so he can kiss you hungrily. It's a deep, heated kiss, but it becomes sweeter as it goes on, and your orgasm slowly ebbs away.
In the end, you're stroking your tongue slowly over Megumi's, sighing happily into his mouth, feeling so elated. He made you experience something new today, something that you didn't see coming, but you really liked it.
Megumi's smiling at you when he pulls away from your lips. That genuine, beautiful smile that he only gives to his loved ones. There's so much love in his gaze, so much adoration. His long fingers stroke your hair lovingly.
"You did so well, baby. I'm really proud of you. I think Yuuji had a lot of fun. And I did too."
In that moment, Megumi's phone beeps, indicating a new message. He reaches over to the nightstand to grab it, another smile spreading over his face when he reads the message. He holds the phone out to you so you can read it too. It's from Yuuji.
"Thank you! That was amazing! Good night to the two of you."
You chuckle softly. It's nice that things aren't awkward now that the three of you have come down again. You watch fondly as Megumi types a quick reply:
"We really liked it too. Good night from us, sweet dreams."
You're pretty sure that Yuuji will indeed have very sweet dreams tonight, and you know that you and Megumi will be in those dreams.
Later on, when you've cleaned up and are cuddling with Megumi in bed, you tell him softly:
"I didn't expect you to be into something like that. You can be a bit possessive, you know? So that came as a surprise."
Megumi laughs softly, and his arm around you tightens, pulling your body even closer against him.
"Yeah, because you are mine. But it's different when it comes to Yuuji. He's my best friend. I told you, we share almost everything."
AAAAHHHH they drive me INSANE 😵💗 Thank you so much for reading! This was one of the first stories I wrote in the JJK fandom, and I felt it needed a rewrite because my writing style has developed a lot over the last 5 years. I hope you enjoyed this updated version of your little threesome with Megumi and Yuuji ;)
There is also a Part 2, which I will rewrite and post soon + if I have the time, I will post a Part 3 too.
When Yuuji drops by Megumi's room, he's in for a surprise.
Pairing: Megumi x Reader (female) x Yuuji
Genre: smut, fluff
Word Count: 8.5k helpppp
Warnings: 18 +, smut, threesome, polyamorous vibes. All three of them have sex together (kissing, fingering and oral for now), dirty talk, cum eating, praise. All characters are of age. This story is 18 +. Minors don't interact.
Part 1 can be found here.
I originally posted this story in 2021, but rewrote it now, because season 3 is making me yearn like crazy 💗
Another typical evening in the Jujutsu Academy dormitories: Nobara is painting her nails, Maki is beating up Toge and calling it practice, Gojo is annoying Nanami with his gossip, and you are on your back on Megumi's bed making out with him while he has two long fingers up your throbbing pussy.
You're breathing heavily, grinding down onto your boyfriend's talented fingers, thinking that he's just too good at this. It's not fair how stupid Megumi can fuck you just with his hands. He's taking his time with you, though, slow pumps and the occasional quick flick of his thumb over your clit.
You run a hand through Megumi's unruly black hair, tugging on it as you pull his head down for another sensual kiss. You can feel Megumi's erection pressing against your thigh, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum on your skin where he slowly ruts against you. Another bolt of desire shoots through you at the thought of getting your mouth on his gorgeous dick.
But right when you are about to whisper to him what you want, there's a loud knock on the door.
The two of you jump apart. What the fuck? Seriously, can't you even have some alone time with your boyfriend? You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from groaning at the loss of Megumi's fingers inside you. He's not happy either about the disturbance, glaring at the door and barking out through gritted teeth:
"What?!"
You quickly pull the blanket over the two of you to cover your naked bodies in case the visitor decides to come inside. But then you hear a very familiar voice answering through the door:
"Hey, Fushiguro! I'm back from training. You wanna grab something to eat?"
Yuuji.
You feel your face getting hot. Ever since that night when you made Yuuji cum through the wall while you were getting fucked by Megumi, you get a bit flustered when running into Megumi's pink-haired best friend.
It's not even that Yuuji is treating you any differently. There are no lewd comments or touches. Yuuji is the sweet sunshine-boy, just like before. If it weren't for the deep gazes he sometimes sends your way, you would think the three of you never had some kind of threesome.
But that doesn't mean you don't think about it constantly. Or about him in general.
In fact, Yuuji has been on your mind a lot. And on Megumi's, too. Your boyfriend's low voice becomes all husky, and his breathing turns heavy when he keeps mentioning Yuuji while the two of you fuck, asking you if you think about his best friend, and describing all the dirty things the three of you could do together.
And now Yuuji is right there in front of the door. You bite your lip hard and press your thighs together. You are already so wet from Megumi finger-fucking you, but now there's even more wetness coating your folds.
Megumi's hand lands on your thigh and squeezes it, and then he answers his best friend through the door,
"Come in, Itadori. I have something to eat for you."
You draw in a sharp breath, but it turns into a soft moan. Is Megumi really suggesting what you think? You turn to look at him to see a smirk on his pretty face and that familiar glint in his dark blue eyes that tells you he did indeed mean what you suspect.
The door handle moves, and your heart is beating up to your throat while your pussy is throbbing with desire. And then he walks into the room, wearing light grey sweatpants and a yellow shirt, his pink hair still a bit moist from the shower he just took, a big, happy smile on his handsome, tan face.
And you are here on the bed, your naked body barely covered by Megumi's blanket, your pussy so wet that it's embarrassing, and you can't help but feel flustered when Yuuji's surprised gaze lands on you.
His light brown eyes widen.
"Oh… sorry! I didn't know you were here tonight!"
But he's not blushing. Yuuji's not flustered or shy about this, you realize. There's only curiosity in his gaze as it wanders from you to your boyfriend, who's sitting on the bed next to you.
Yuuji's gaze is lingering on Megumi when he asks:
"You want some alone time? I can go over to my room…"
"Why don't you keep us company, Itadori?"
As he says that, Megumi's hand twists in the blanket and tugs on it, making it slip out of your fingers and fall down, revealing your bared tits.
You don't even have time to react because Yuuji's gaze already snaps back to you, and you see it trail over your naked breasts, your hard nipples, and then he makes that noise: One of those sexy little whimpers that drove you crazy when hearing them through the wall. And it has the same effect on you now.
You don't recognize your own voice when you croak:
"Yes, please stay, Yuuji."
You are rewarded by Megumi flashing you one of his rare, dazzling smiles, which always make him look so beautiful that it's almost unearthly. And then he leans over to kiss your cheek and whisper to you:
"Good girl."
The praise makes your eyelids flutter, and a desperate-sounding moan finds its way out of your mouth. You know how much Megumi wanted this: To have you and Yuuji both. The thought alone is enough to make you tremble with pleasure. And after all, it's what you want too. It has been playing over and over in your fantasies since that night. Having both your boyfriend and his best friend sounds like the most exciting thing you ever imagined.
And the third player in this little sexy game you are playing seems to be just as eager as the two of you. Because Yuuji is already yanking off his shirt and throwing it carelessly onto Megumi's desk chair, followed by his sweat pants and socks. And he doesn't stop at that.
You are still busy drooling over Yuuji's gorgeous, buff figure, his toned arms and broad chest, and that sexy v-line that looks so lickable. But Yuuji isn't one to waste time when being offered an opportunity like this. Before you can prepare yourself for it, he's already pushing down his red boxers, too, revealing his semi-hard, thick cock, which is just as gorgeous and mouth-watering as the rest of him.
Your cheeks are burning, and another moan escapes your lips as your fingers dig into the mattress beneath you.
Oh, fuck oh, fuck oh, fuck! This is really happening!
Yuuji is standing naked in front of you, his cock growing harder every second because he's horny for you and your boyfriend! And he's walking over to the bed now. He's gonna touch you, and you're gonna touch him, and...
You are slightly aware of Megumi moving beside you, and then the blanket that was pooling around your waist gets yanked off you completely, and you hear Megumi's husky voice:
"That's what I meant when I promised you something to eat. Want to try her pussy, Itadori?"
The whine that escapes your lips is embarrassingly needy, and the way your hips jerk at Megumi's words makes you feel like a total slut. But who could blame you? It's so fucking hot how your boyfriend offers you to his best friend.
Yuuji is kneeling on the bed now, right in front of you, and his brown eyes are shining with lust as he lets his hungry gaze travel over your naked body.
You feel a bit shy under his intense gaze, keeping your thighs pressed together, but your pussy is throbbing with need. Yuuji's eyes meet yours, burning into them. His voice is sweet like honey, though, warm and gentle when he asks you:
"Would you like that? I really want to. Want to kiss and lick your sweet pussy until you cum on my tongue. Is that ok? Do you want that, sweetheart?"
Your heart is hammering in your chest. Yes, yes, yes! You want that more than anything!
But you're also nervous all of a sudden. So far, Megumi is the only one who touched you, the only one who buried his face between your thighs and made you cry out his name as he licked you to completion. And while you know that Yuuji is a sweet boy and that you are in very good hands with him, you can't help but feel a bit insecure.
But then Megumi's hand is on your cheek, cupping it gently, and he turns your face towards him, kissing you deeply, anchoring you again with his soft tongue caressing yours and his elegant fingers stroking your cheek. Before he pulls away, he whispers against your lips:
"Tell him what you want, babe. I know you're craving his mouth on you. You want him to wreck you until you cry. And I would really love to watch."
He is right, of course. He knows because you told him! Because he asked you to whisper all those dirty confessions about his best friend to him while he was balls-deep inside you two days ago, fucking you until your legs were shaking and you were telling him every dirty little detail of what you wanted Yuuji to do to you.
And now Yuuji is right here in bed with Megumi and you. Right here in front of you, horny and ready, and asking you to let him eat you out. Wouldn't it be stupid to waste this chance?
So you bite your lip nervously, your cheeks burning, but manage a slight nod while looking into Yuuji's pretty honey eyes.
"Yes…yes, please, Yuuji, I want that. Want you."
Yuuji's sweet smile lights up his whole face.
"Aww, don't worry, cutie, I got you. I love eating pussy. I'll give you anything you need. Why don't you lie down and show me your cute pussy?"
Yuuji's words make you cream even more. You can feel it on your thighs, sticky and wet. He hasn't even touched you yet, and you are already such a mess for him.
Before you can get the courage to do as Yuuji says, he reaches out and places a large, warm hand on your calf. His voice is so sweet and soothing when he says:
"Don't be scared, sweetie. It's just Megumi and me. We'll take good care of you."
He turns his head to look at your boyfriend, and they seem to exchange some wordless communication because a moment later, you feel strong arms wrapping around you. Megumi pulls you into his lap, so you're sitting between his legs, your back leaning against his chest and abs comfortably. And his lips are on your neck, leaving soft open-mouthed kisses there while he murmurs in between kisses:
"Be a good girl for us now, ok? Yuuji will be so good to you."
Your breath is coming out in short gasps. You are so turned on but also so nervous. It was something different to just hear Yuuji's moans through the wall, imagining him pumping his thick cock, getting off while listening to you and Megumi fuck.
But now Yuuji is here, right in front of you, kneeling on the bed and smiling that sweet, sexy smile, looking like he just received his birthday and Christmas gift at the same time.
He's licking his lips. And then his big warm hands land on your knees, which are still pressed together tightly, and he rubs his thumbs gently over them before addressing your boyfriend:
"Megumi? Will you help her, please? She's a bit shy. Spread her open for me, please, Fushiguro-kyun?"
Yuuji winks at Megumi when using the nickname. He looks so cute and hot at the same time. Megumi laughs softly, breath ghosting over your neck, giving you goosebumps.
"Of course, Yuu-chan. I'll show you how pretty she is."
A breathless moan escapes your lips. It drives you crazy how the boys talk about you. You shiver in anticipation, and then Megumi's hands grab your thighs, and without a warning, he pushes them wide apart, exposing your wet pussy to his best friend.
You whimper in embarrassment, trying to close your legs again. It makes you feel so vulnerable to be exposed like that. For a moment, your mind screams at you that you can't do this.
But before you can say anything, Yuuji is already there. He's lying down on his stomach between your now spread legs, and that sweet smile is still on his face, honey eyes sparkling with horniness and affection when he looks up at you.
"Please don't be ashamed. You're so cute, princess. And you have such a pretty pussy. Please let me see more of you."
All you can do is nod and sob and then hide your burning face in Megumi's neck. You are trembling from a mix of desire and shame.
Megumi's hands wander to your pussy lips and spread them open gently to reveal your glistening pearl to Yuuji. You whine again as you feel cool air brushing over your slick folds, your swollen, needy clit, and your leaking hole. You can only imagine what you must look like. So completely at the mercy of your two boys, spread open, your arousal clearly visible by the wetness between your legs.
You want them to go on, and at the same time, wish to close your legs and hide away forever.
A noise pulls you out of your slight panic. Yuuji is moaning. Who gave him the right to sound so sexy? He's just so…. just so Yuuji. He doesn't hold back or try to hide how horny he is. He isn't ashamed at all. And it's so fucking hot! It makes you forget about your own insecurity.
You slowly open your eyes and turn your face to look at the pink-haired boy in front of you. His pupils are dilated, and he's looking at you feverishly while licking his lips again.
"Fuck! You're so wet! Is that for me, baby? You're so sweet. I want to taste you. Want your sweetness on my tongue."
And then the slightly cold sensation of the air caressing over your exposed folds gets replaced by the warmth of Yuuji's soft lips.
Your hips buck, and a loud, surprised moan escapes your lips. Pleasure shoots through your pussy and into your stomach with the first firm kiss Yuuji places on your swollen clit. He moans against you, and then his lips close around your bundle of nerves, and he sucks on it tenderly.
"Yuuji! Oh…oh fuck!"
He's so warm and so sweet, and pure bliss is spreading all over you. You can already tell that Yuuji really loves eating pussy by the way he's going about it so eagerly, sucking your clit sweetly while making those sexy, needy noises in the back of his throat.
Your hands finally untangle themselves from the bedsheets you had been clutching and instead find Yuuji's soft pink hair and tangle in it, earning you an even louder moan from him against your throbbing pussy.
He's working you open now, tongue swiping through your slick folds and teasing your needy hole, sticking his tongue in and flicking it into you before pushing it in deeper. Your legs fall apart even wider as you welcome him in. Your initial shyness is forgotten because Yuuji's mouth feels heavenly.
Megumi's fingers are digging into your thighs. You can feel how hard he is, his erection pressing so deliciously against your back, leaving a wet trail over your skin where he's smearing his pre-cum onto you.
He's enjoying this so much, too, even though he isn't even actively involved. The realization blows your mind, sending more arousal down between your legs. Megumi gets off on this, on watching you with his best friend! He's so into this, and it makes you happy to know that you're fulfilling one of his dirty dreams right now.
Megumi's elegant fingers trail up your thighs and over your stomach and then cup your tits firmly, eliciting another desperate groan from you. Your boyfriend's fingertips tease your nipples, rubbing them and tweaking them in a way that goes straight to your cunt.
Megumi moans into your neck before his lips close around your sensitive skin there and suck on it. He always goes feral on your neck, marking you almost savagely to show who you belong to. But today, his mouth is gentle on you, almost as if he doesn't want to stake his claim. As if saying, You are Yuuji's too, not just mine.
And his next words confirm it:
"That's good, baby, spread your legs for him. Yuuji is good at this, isn't he? I've wanted to see this for a long time… seeing you fall apart on his mouth. Fuck, the two of you are so hot! Make her cum, Itadori."
You can only whine in agreement as Yuuji's mouth is working such magic on you that you can already feel the pressure building almost unbearably inside you. Your gaze is fixed on his ruffled pink hair and his face buried between your legs. You can't look away. This is even better than in your fantasies.
Yuuji looks up at you from between your thighs. He's gazing at you with the cutest horny fogginess while his soft tongue is slowly licking all the way up from your quivering hole to your swollen clit, making your hips tremble with tingles of pleasure. He looks so gorgeous, so pretty and cute, and the thought of cumming on his pretty face drives you crazy!
His voice sounds rough and breathless when he moans against your heat:
"You taste…" a kiss on your clit "so sweet" tongue flicking back and forth over your needy bud, making it stiff and puffy, "can't get enough of you. Please give me more. I wanna drink you up, sweetie."
Yuuji's lips close around your sensitive bud again, sucking it hungrily, teeth grazing the slightest bit over it, and that's it! You cry out desperately, an incoherent mix of Yuuji's name and loud moans. Your body jerks uncontrollably in Megumi's strong arms, heat spreading all over you as your orgasm rips through you in hot waves.
Yuuji's slurping up all your juices loudly. It sounds so obscene, so sexy. You moan again, desperate and wild, your fingers combing through his soft pink hair lovingly while you grind up against his mouth, riding out the last waves of your orgasm.
You are panting lightly as your vision becomes clearer again, slowly. There's still a tightness coiling in your stomach. You know you aren't finished yet, not with Yuuji joining you and Megumi tonight. The realization that you just orgasmed on Yuuji's tongue blows your mind. It's not a dream!
Yuuji licks his lips and smiles up at you, looking so cute that it's almost heartbreaking.
"You have such a sweet pussy. I could get addicted to it!"
Your hips buck at his words. Yuuji just licked and kissed a mind-blowing orgasm out of you about a minute ago, and here you are already horny again!
But Megumi moans softly against your neck, just as affected by this as you are.
"Then why don't you eat her pussy a second time? I'm sure she's gonna cum for you again in no time at all. Don't you, princess? You're still so horny for him. Aren't you?"
Yuuji's answer is a chuckle, which turns into a moan. But he lifts his head a bit and grins at Megumi.
"Why don't you help me, Fushiguro? Let's make her cum together, this time. Heard you have talented fingers."
You draw in a breath, feeling dizzy at their exchange. But Megumi just laughs softly,
"Hmmm, ok, let's see how hard she cums when she gets my fingers and your mouth."
Yuuji seems to like that answer because he smiles even brighter and then leans down to trail sweet kisses over your inner thighs, kissing up the wetness you were spreading there earlier when you were pressing your legs together.
A few minutes later, you are pretty sure you're going to faint from pleasure. Your boys are working their magic on you, leaving you a whimpering mess between them.
Yuuji is looking up at you while his tongue is fucking you so good, licking and flicking over your sweet spot. And Megumi's elegant fingers are playing with your needy clit, rubbing slow, wide circles around it while he's kissing your neck and moaning softly.
You're feeling pure bliss, sandwiched between the boy who is so fucking good with his mouth and the boy who is such a master with his fingers.
And Megumi and Yuuji always work well together. They rub you, lick you, suck you, and caress you relentlessly. Forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you, leaving you a shaking, crying mess, pussy squirting so much that Yuuji's face is slick with it, and Megumi's fingers on your clit make the filthiest squishy sounds.
The heat washes over you for the fourth time. You cry out loudly, hips bucking wildly as you ride out the next orgasm on Yuuji's tongue, while Megumi's middle finger is slowly tapping against your sensitive clit, making tears run down your face from the overstimulation.
You barely manage to whimper:
"Please, I can't take it anymore."
And Megumi kisses your neck again, sounding breathless and horny just like you.
"Hmm, yeah, I think you had enough, baby. You were such a good girl for us. I'm proud of you."
He presses another kiss to your neck and pulls his fingers away from your clit to caress your waist instead. Finally, you are able to open your eyes again.
You are slumped against Megumi's chest and abs, completely wrecked, panting, your face wet from tears, a stupid, happy smile on your lips. You watch through heavy-lidded eyes as Yuuji kneels on the bed in front of you, smiling like the sunshine that he is, his lips glistening wet from your cum.
A low moan is heard. Megumi. You can even feel it in his chest from where you're leaning against him.
“Itadori… come here.”
Megumi sounds breathless, but his voice still has that commanding tone. Yuuji does as Megumi tells him and crawls over to him. The muscles in his arms flex, drawing your gaze to them and leaving you marveling at how beautiful and strong he is.
He stops next to Megumi's side and leans closer. You turn your head to see what the boys are up to, and your eyes widen when you see Yuuji press his lips to Megumi's and kisses him. You bite your lip hard as you drink in the sight in front of you.
Megumi's hand cups his best friend's chin and kisses him back. You see their mouths opening, tongues meeting and lapping at each other. They are exchanging your cum through that kiss, you realize.
You watch them hungrily, another bolt of pleasure coursing through your pussy and up your stomach. God, they look so sexy like that! And they are both making those needy noises, soft whimpers, and moans as they taste you in their kiss.
They gave you so much pleasure, took such good care of you, but neither of them found release yet. Both are still achingly hard, needing to cum too. You whimper at the thought of being able to see Yuuji cum this time and not just hear him through the wall.
Megumi's hands are wandering all over Yuuji's body, tracing his best friend's strong back muscles with his graceful fingers, caressing Yuuji's toned arms, and then landing on his round ass, kneading the ass cheeks firmly. Megumi must have craved this for a long time. Touching his best friend like this, feeling Yuuji's warm skin and hard muscles, and hearing his needy moans.
And Yuuji seems to be just as infatuated with Megumi, too, judging by the way he's leaning into Megumi's touch, moaning loudly into his mouth, one big hand caressing Megumi's pecs, and then running lower to brush over his abs greedily.
They want each other. And you love it.
Seeing them together is making you lose your mind. You understand Megumi now. The way he moaned in your ear and his cock-head was creamy with pre-cum when he watched you and Yuuji together. It's so sexy, making you all delirious, to see your boyfriend make out with his best friend, both their hard cocks twitching needily as they kiss.
Desire washes over you, blindingly white, and you know you need more of this, more of your two boys and all three of you together.
You turn around, sliding down on the bed until you're on face level with Megumi's straining hardon. He's such a horny mess. You can tell by the state of his pretty cock. It's flushed pink, straining hard, the cockhead wet and swollen, leaking pre-cum like crazy.
You can't resist the urge to lap up the sticky mess oozing out of Megumi's pretty slit in thick pearls. Megumi whines needily into Yuuji's mouth as you do so, and it makes you grin widely.
That's a sound you don't hear from your little control freak of a boyfriend very often. Sure, Megumi can be loud in bed, all those pretty moans and the filthy things he tells you. But whines? That's new. Yuuji in your bed seems to make you both discover new things.
You look up and see the boys pull apart, a thin thread of spit still connecting their lips as they both look down at you with the most beautiful, dazed, horny looks on their faces.
Yuuji is the first to find his voice again:
"You like Megumi's cum, huh? You can have mine too. Wanna blow both of us, sweetie? Two dicks are even more fun."
Before you can reply, he smiles at Megumi and strokes a thumb over his cheek.
"Megumi, can I have your girl's mouth on me too, please?"
Yuuji's words make your pussy clench wildly. He has the cutest expression on his face, a cute pout, and big puppy eyes while asking those filthy things, and you know that Megumi would let Yuuji have anything he asks of him.
"Of course, Yuuji. My girl is your girl, too."
You can't help but groan needily when you hear that. The way Megumi, who is usually so possessive, is so willing to share you with Yuuji is driving you crazy in the best way. It gives you butterflies and makes your pussy cream madly.
You are their girl now. And they are yours, too. Your boys.
Suddenly, you can't wait any longer. A craving so intense grips you. You reach out to put a hand on one of Yuuji's toned thighs and caress it gently. You need him to get here right now, or you will surely lose your sanity.
Luckily, Megumi helps you by pulling Yuuji down, making him sit next to Megumi on the bed. They look right out of a wet dream. Sitting there with their throbbing cocks out. Their backs leaning against the headboard of the bed, each a hand on the other's thigh, and both looking at you, Yuuji with that broad sunshine smile, and Megumi with his soft half-smile.
They are so pretty with their taut muscles and gorgeous cocks, which are so hard for you and leaking their pleasure all over themselves. You look at them hungrily, a new wave of wetness staining your pussy lips as you take in the sight in front of you, trying to commit it all to memory forever.
Megumi's dick is slightly longer than Yuuji's, so pretty with his light pink mushroom head, long and elegant just like his fingers. You have already committed every detail of this beautiful boy to your memories, and you don't think you'll ever get enough of him.
Yuuji is new, and your curious gaze is drinking him in hungrily. He's gorgeous. Tan skin, broad shoulders and buff muscles. And his cock…
Yuuji's cock is not as long as Megumi's but thicker, with a thick pulsing vein running over the underside of his whole length. His tip is big and very wet, a swollen, dark pink mushroomhead that makes your mouth water.
They are both so damn pretty and make you whine with need at the thought that those cocks belong to you now.
Megumi's voice, rough with arousal, pulls you out of your little daze.
"Stop the staring, princess. Come here and give us your pretty mouth."
Yuuji chuckles softly, and his honey gaze meets yours. The lust you see in there makes you shake. His voice too sounds like honey, sweet but lower than usual, full of arousal:
"Yes, please come here, cutie. I want to feel your mouth on me. Do you like to swallow? I hope so because I cum a lot."
Oh fuck! You sob at his words and nod eagerly. Megumi's hand on Yuuji's thigh tightens.
"She'll love your big load, Itadori."
You lie down on their muscled thighs, so their hard cocks are right in front of your face. It's Yuuji who reaches out first and tangles his strong fingers in your hair. His voice is sexy and deep when he says:
"Then be our good girl, ok? Your lips are so pretty, baby. I know they'll be so sweet on my cock."
He pulls your head closer until his thick tip is prodding at your plush lips. You gulp excitedly and tilt your face to look up at the two horny boys. They are both watching you intently, lips hanging open and breathing heavily. When your gaze meets Megumi's, you see his eyes darken with lust.
"Open up for him, princess. Take him in your mouth and make him cum."
He wouldn't even have to tell you because your lips are already wrapping around Yuuji's tip, whimpering as you feel his velvety hardness for the first time. His thick mushroomhead slips inside you, stuffing your mouth as your eyes fall shut in pleasure. You hear a low moan, and you can't even tell whether it's coming from Yuuji or Megumi.
Yuuji's fingers are caressing your hair as he rolls his hips upwards slowly, pushing his gorgeous cock deeper into your wet heat. This time, you know that the loud growl is coming from him.
"Fuck! Your mouth feels so good, cutie! You're gonna suck us both dry, aren't you!? Ah! Ah, fuck!"
And that's exactly what you're planning to do. You are drunk on their dicks. Switching between your two boys, sucking and kissing and licking their cocks hungrily, eliciting a horny twitch of hips from one of them and then going back to the other, sucking hungrily on his needy tip, flicking your tongue over it until he cries out needily. Only for you to let him slip out of your mouth and sink down on the others full length, letting it hit the back of your throat.
They are both at your mercy, Megumi and Yuuji, so horny and desperate for you. But they are so sweet and unselfish about it. They let you split your attention between them fairly. Strong fingers stroking your hair, muttering encouragements to you, when you give the other's cock your loving attention. Sweet nothings and needy moans tumbling out of their mouths when they hear the other moan under your sweet mouth.
Each of them rolls his hips when your mouth is on him, fucking into your heat needily, but they also let the other have the pleasure. It makes you moan in between switching from one dick to the other.
"You are both such good boys. Sharing me so sweetly. You must really love each other, hm? That's so cute. You are both so cute!"
Your praise makes them both moan loudly. Especially Yuuji seems to soak it up, and you catch yourself thinking that you have to keep this in mind for the future. You want to praise that boy some more and see what he'll do.
You turn your face towards Megumi's cock, groaning as you see another trail of pre-cum trickling down his shaft. He's leaking so much today. You mouth the side of his long dick gently and suck on it, making Megumi's hips buck. But right when you are about to take him fully into your mouth, you are stopped by his strong fingers in your hair.
"No! Go back to Yuuji. I think he's close. Finish him first, ok? I want to watch how you make him cum and swallow his load. Do that for me, princess, ok?"
You can hear the need in Megumi's voice. He's so horny for this. He needs it. He needs to see his best friend explode in your mouth as you struggle to take his big cock and all of his cum.
And so you do what your horny boyfriend asks of you and go back to bop your mouth on Yuuji's hard length eagerly, basking in every loud moan you hear. Megumi was right. Yuuji is really close. You can tell by the way he's unable to hold back, and his hips lift, and he's fucking almost savagely into your mouth, his balls tightening and his fat cock twitching needily.
You hum around him, and Yuuji cums with a loud cry.
His hips buck wildly, and his cock shudders, spurting a thick load of hot cum into your waiting mouth. You keep on sucking him through his orgasm, feel him jerking again and again as he pulses even more strings of cum into you.
Yuuji didn't exaggerate when he said he cums a lot. But you are hungry for him, for his cum, and you swallow as much as you can, moaning softly while doing so.
Both of your boys are moaning at the sight of you trying to keep all of Yuuji's cum in your overflowing mouth. Megumi's cheeks are flushed, his blue gaze feverish as he breathes heavily,
"Fuck... Yes, princess, take all of him!"
And Yuuji's mouth is hanging open with the cutest moans, and his large hand pets your hair, and he whines cutely,
"You're doing so great, cutie, ah! Your mouth is so sweet on my dick! Taking my cum so well! Yes! Yes!"
You can only moan around his orgasming cock while swallowing his thick load. Involuntarily, your hips buck against the bed, rubbing your swollen, wet clit against the bed sheets needily. You feel light-headed from all the pleasure, so turned on by sucking your boys off.
When Yuuji is finally finished, you let him slip out of your mouth, moaning softly at the loss. Before you can say anything, you feel Megumi's hand twisting in your hair, and he pulls you up towards him. He crashes his lips against yours almost violently. Prying your mouth open with his tongue, and kissing you deeply.
But this isn't jealousy, you realize. Because Megumi is moaning one of those sexy, low moans, while licking hungrily at your tongue. You know what he's doing. Your boyfriend is getting his share of Yuuji's cum, too. Drinking it out of your mouth hungrily as if he will die if he doesn't get a taste, too.
And you let him have it. You caress his tongue languidly and open your mouth wider to let Megumi take full control of the kiss and get as much of Yuuji's cum as he needs.
When Megumi pulls away from the kiss, his beautiful eyelashes flutter, and a breathless groan falls from his parted lips. He's such a sight. Messy, black hair and midnight blue eyes burning with lust, lips wet from your spit and Yuuji's cum.
Horny Megumi always makes you lose your mind a little. And he's probably going a bit crazy, too, right now, because he's the only one who hasn't finished yet. But you're going to change that.
You crouch down again, caressing Megumi's toned thighs with your hands while smiling up at him.
"Can't wait to have your cum too, baby."
You are still looking up at Megumi as your lips hover over his swollen pink tip, about to take him into your mouth and give him the completion he deserves. But you are stopped by a warm hand on your back.
And then Yuuji is climbing over you before settling on Megumi's other side. He's lying down on his stomach and smiles first at you and then at Megumi as he places a big hand on Megumi's thigh.
"Let me help. Can I please, Megumi? You want my mouth on you, too?"
Megumi's long, hard cock twitches. A strangled moan escapes his lips, and he looks at you and then at Yuuji with dilated pupils and flushed cheeks.
"Yes, I want you too."
Megumi's elegant hands tangle in both your and Yuuji's hair and push your heads down to Megumi's throbbing cock, dominant as always, and you and Yuuji are happy to comply.
Megumi looks mouth-watering. His swollen tip is flushed with arousal, oozing another glistening bead of pre-cum that slowly runs down his twitching velvety length.
Yuuji is staring at Megumi's dick with big eyes, mouth hanging open slightly, looking so fucked out that you want to take a picture and keep it forever to look at this sexy face over and over again.
It's so cute and hot the way your two boys aren't just crazy for you but also so crazy for each other. You don't know for sure, but you have a feeling tonight's the first time they are doing something with another guy, and there's something so sweet about this that it's tugging at your heart.
You forget to breathe for a moment when Yuuji finally leans down, and his tongue darts out to scoop up the thin trail of pre-cum that's running down Megumi's hard length. The sight of it sends a spark of pleasure straight to your pulsing clit, and you moan softly.
Yuuji's looking up at your boyfriend while his soft, pink tongue is slowly licking up all the way from Megumi's base to his swollen wet tip. And Megumi is staring down at Yuuji with flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes, mouth falling open in a low groan.
You see Yuuji smile happily at his best friend's reaction, and then he wraps his lips around Megumi's tip, taking his best friend into his mouth for the first time.
You and Megumi both moan when Yuuji's cheeks hollow and he starts sucking his best friend's cock like the eager-to-please boy that he is. A needy sob falls from Megumi's lips, and you see him fighting to keep his eyes open so he can watch his dick slip in and out of his best friend's mouth.
You hold back, happy with watching the two of them, feeling your clit pulse wildly, as you watch Yuuji sucking devotedly on Megumi's flushed pink tip. And Megumi's groaning softly, his long fingers petting Yuuji's hair, a horny confession tumbling from his parted lips,
"You're so good, Yuuji… fuck! Wanted you for so long, baby!"
Megumi's words make your pussy clench. This is so perfect. That you and Megumi both want Yuuji so much, and now you finally have him in your bed, and he seems to love it just as much as you do. Maybe it's unconventional, maybe even taboo, but to you it feels perfectly right.
You reach out to run a hand through Yuuji's hair and lean down to kiss his cheek lovingly.
"You're making Megumi so happy, Yuu. Look at him. He loves your mouth on his cock. He's gonna cum so hard for you, baby. You're such a good boy, making both of us so happy."
And your earlier suspicion gets confirmed in that moment, oh yes, sweet Yuuji definitely loves getting praised. Your words make him moan loudly around Megumi's dick, sounding so cute. Your heart clenches at the sight of Yuuji being such a sweet submissive boy, blowing your boyfriend's cock with so much devotion, so happy about giving. Just as sweet as he was when making love to your pussy.
Yuuji bops his mouth a few more times on Megumi's cock, before he lets him slip out of his mouth. Megumi curses softly when Yuuji presses a kiss to Megumi's swollen tip, a loud, wet smack followed by a soft chuckle. And then Yuuji turns to grin at you.
"He feels so good in my mouth. Thank you for sharing him with me. Let's make him nut together, ok? Does that sound good, Megumi? Your two pets kissing and licking you until you cum all over us?"
He beams at his best friend while rubbing his cheek affectionately up and down Megumi's hard length. Megumi's answering moan is enough confirmation. Yuuji's gonna be the death of him, and it makes you smile brightly.
You knead your boyfriend's thigh gently and lean closer to breathe soft little kisses all over the side of his throbbing, hard length, which is still slick from Yuuji's spit.
Megumi's fingers are buried in your and Yuuji's hair, tugging on it more desperately every second while you and Yuuji both worship his dick, licking and kissing up and down Megumi's hardness, moaning every time your tongues meet. It's messy and wet and the sexiest thing you've ever done. Blowing Megumi and French kissing Yuuji at the same time.
And Megumi is a moaning mess. He's receiving the sweetest torture from his best friend and his girlfriend. Soft kisses and teasing licks all over his twitching cock.
"Fuck, Megumi, your moans are even prettier when I'm in the same room!"
Yuuji moans against Megumi's pulsing length, and he is right. The noises the two of you draw from Megumi's mouth are exquisite. He's louder than usual. Letting go more than he usually allows himself to.
You've never done this to Megumi before. Edging him like this, so tenderly with a thousand soft kisses and licks. He wouldn't let you do it if you were alone with him, you think. He's too strong. He would just push your head down and fuck your mouth when he couldn't take the teasing anymore.
But today, Yuuji is here with you, and Megumi knows full well that he can't do anything against Yuuji's superhuman strength. He can feel it in the way Yuuji's large hands are holding his hips down right now, fixing Megumi on the bed so the two of you can have your way with him and take your time to show him how much you love his pretty cock.
You don't think Yuuji is even aware of what he's doing to Megumi. He isn't purposely edging him. He's just here doing his best to shower his best friend with love and affection. And kissing and licking his cock with such abandon seems to be a very good way to show it.
What takes Megumi over the edge is Yuuji and you looking into each other's eyes while you both slowly lap at Megumi's swollen tip, your tongues swirling and meeting over his flushed, leaking slit. The only warning you get is the feeling of Megumi's strong fingers tightening in your hair and a desperate-sounding cry.
And then Megumi cums between you. Cum shooting out of his dick messily. He nuts heavily over your and Yuuji's faces, messy and hot. Some of it lands on his firm abs, painting them in milky white.
Yuuji moans and chuckles at the same time while he's trying to lick up his best friend's seed that's sticking to the side of his face. He looks so sexy. Such a sweet boy with the most innocent smile, while cum is dripping down his face.
You can't stop yourself, your hands are already grabbing Yuuji's face, and you pull his head closer and lick your boyfriend's cum off his cheeks and nose hungrily. Yuuji's stunned for a moment by your little attack, but then another soft laugh escapes his lips, and his large hand cups the back of your head to hold you in place while he returns the favor and runs his soft tongue over your face until you are clean again, too.
Yuuji's lips find yours and he kisses you sweetly. Your heart thuds loudly in your chest, and you sigh happily into his mouth. He's a good kisser, sweet but passionate enough to make your head spin. No wonder Megumi got so drunk on Yuuji's lips.
Megumi's currently panting softly as he's coming down from his orgasm, long fingers caressing your hair. The other hand is probably doing the same to Yuuji's pink strands. Megumi's voice sounds raspy, when he says,
"You're so cute together. I like watching you. My sweet girl and my sweet boy."
You and Yuuji pull apart with a soft groan, and both of you turn to smile at Megumi. He looks completely spent but happy, cheeks still a bit red, blue eyes heavy-lidded, and cum glistening on his abs.
He grabs his shirt from the nightstand, wanting to wipe himself clean, but gets stopped by Yuuji's strong hand and a surprisingly stern shake of the pink-haired boy's head,
"Uh uh! Don't waste it."
And Yuuji's mouth is already on Megumi's abs, licking the cum off them, as if he can't get enough of his best friend's taste. It's a sight you will never forget. It makes you bite your lip, thighs pressing needily together. Megumi seems to go through the same because he is staring at Yuuji, completely stunned, his abs flexing under his best friend's lips, breathless pants falling from his lips.
Yuuji laughs softly, finishing his task by pressing a little kiss to Megumi's V-line, before he lifts his head and, cute as ever, smiles broadly up at his best friend,
"Aww, Fushiguro, you are cute too. And you taste really good!"
He licks his lips as if to prove his point before adding:
"I'm so glad I could finally get my share of you."
You can see how much his words please Megumi, and you reach out to caress Yuuji's broad back, happy that he is here and shared this special evening with you. Yuuji looks at you, a cheeky lopsided grin spreading over his face,
"Let's give our dear Megumi one last thing to watch, huh, cutie?"
Before you know what's going on, Yuuji's already flipped you onto your back, and his face is buried between your thighs.
He's lapping up the creamy wetness that has once again gathered between your legs, sucking on your overly sensitive clit, and gently flicking his tongue into your heat. It only takes a moment, and you're cumming one last time for the night.
Your orgasm is washing over you in soft, shuddering waves as Yuuji kisses your clit lovingly. Lewd little mewls come out of your mouth while Megumi's fingers gently pet your hair, and Yuuji's lips give one last kiss to your most sensitive spot.
You are so utterly spent, brimming with satisfaction and happiness, unable to move a single limb. But strong arms encircle you and pull you up. You don't even know if it's Megumi or Yuuji or both of them. All you know is that a moment later, all three of you are cuddled together.
Megumi is in the middle getting hugged by Yuuji and you, and judging by the content little sigh coming from him, he is happy with this position. You smile and snuggle even more into his side. It feels nice to lie here with them both. A small voice inside your head demands that you stay like that the whole night.
But soon, the comfortable silence gets interrupted by a loud gasp from Yuuji, who suddenly scrambles to sit up, almost falling out of the bed in the process, while staring wide-eyed at the clock on Megumi's nightstand.
"Shit! It's already so late! I promised Kugisaki to help her take some pictures of her and Maki for her Instagram! I have to go!"
He gets up quickly and picks up his clothes, hopping into his boxers and sweatpants hurriedly. You and Megumi are watching with twin, amused, affectionate expressions on your faces.
You can't help but regret seeing Yuuji's tan skin and buff muscles getting covered up by clothes again, especially now that you know how his body feels under your fingers and lips. Hopefully, this wasn't the only chance to get your share of Itadori Yuuji.
Yuuji's pulling his shirt over his head when a loud knock sounds on the door.
"Fushiguro!! Do you know where Itadori is??"
Nobara is searching for her photographer, apparently. Yuuji pulls his shirt down quickly and opens the door, his pink hair still ruffled.
“Heyyy, Kugisaki!”
He ushers her away from the door before she can look inside, but you can hear her voice loud and clear, sounding a bit annoyed:
"Why are you here? Do you guys have a party or what?! And you didn't invite Maki and me?"
"No, it's not like that! We were just... practicing together."
"Practicing?"
"Yeah! Curses and stuff… Jujutsu.. you know?!"
"No, I don't know. You're talking stupid again, Itadori! I swear you're losing a bit more of your mind every day!"
By now, you have to bite your hand to stop yourself from laughing out loud. And judging by the way Megumi buries his face in his hands, he's in a similar state. You see Yuuji's hand appear in the doorway to grab his shoes, and Nobara's voice carries over once again:
"Did you at least eat something already so we can start right now?"
You almost choke when you hear Yuuji's reply:
"Oh, yeah, I had some delicious food! Let's go!"
Megumi curses under his breath as Yuuji quickly sticks his head into the room to wave at the two of you with a cheeky smile on his handsome face. He winks before pulling the door shut behind him.
It closes with a soft thud, leaving you and Megumi both staring at it for a whole minute before Megumi turns to you and says in a slightly breathless voice,
"Fuck, he's really cute, isn't he?"
And all you can do is nod dazedly and whisper just as breathlessly,
"Yes, he is."
Dark blue eyes look deeply into yours, and then Megumi asks carefully,
"Can we keep him? Like this, I mean, as more than friends. Is that ok, babe? Can he be ours? It wouldn't change anything about how we feel about each other. We would just…"
Before he can finish the sentence, you say,
"Add some more love?"
The corners of Megumi's lips twitch, and he nods,
"Yes, something like that."
And suddenly, your heart feels so full. Up until now, you couldn't place what you have been feeling during the last hour. You didn't understand why you feel so happy, so warm and giddy. But now it all makes sense. You smile at your boyfriend and wrap your arms around him in a tight hug.
"Ok, I want Yuuji to be ours, too."
Megumi answers you with a matching smile,
"Ok, then let's make sure to tell him next time."
THIS MAKES ME SO DIZZY 😵💗 I hope you enjoyed it, too!! Sorry that it got so long, but I couldn't leave anything out. I love love LOVE that I could let Megumi and Yuuji do some stuff with each other, too 💗
Thank you so much for reading, and I would be very happy about reblogs and comments 💗
I also plan to write Part 3, where they actually fuck ;)
𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ♡ ⁺⑅ little yuji is concerned for sukuna's girlfriend.
"uncle kuna!", yuji's little voice echoes through the living room, full of pure panic and concern.
sukuna's lounging on his couch with his legs spread wide apart, taking up more than half of the space and while toji, his friend, takes up the other half as he looks at the little boy with a slightly bemused look. sukuna merely grunts in response to his youngest nephew's desperate cries, not at all bothered.
"uncle kuna!", yuji cries again, running up to him with glossy eyes and a petulant pout on his lips. sukuna just stares down at him, waiting for yuji to say whatever it was he wanted to — which he figured would be something stupid as always.
"what's going on?", choso — sukuna's other nephew — strolls in and plops onto the armchair besides toji. the two older men just shrug lazily, taking swigs of the beer as the boy tries to find the right words to express himself.
yuji begins to sniffle and says in a cracked voice, "uncle, you need to... you need to be nicer to your girlfriend! or else... she will leave you!"
toji chokes on his beer while choso scoffs at his little brother's statement. and sukuna can only look at the boy with a small frown, confused as to where this possibly was going.
"what do you mean by that?", choso pries, trying his best to keep a poker face as yuji turns his head around wearing an even bigger pout than before.
yuji shakes his head, croaking out, "one time i saw him with his girlfriend on the bed!" both toji and choso now are stifling their laughs as they see the sheer horror that's plastered on the boy's face. "and then! then he pushed her on the bed—"
before yuji can even finish his sentence, the two men burst into a fit of laughter, practically gasping for air after what they'd just heard. sukuna's entire body stiffens at that, eyes wide and face turning a faint shade of pink.
"pushed her on the bed?", toji repeats, pointing at sukuna while choso continues to laugh behind him.
"yes!", yuji snivels, the utmost serious and worrisome look in his eyes. "and-and... he even tied her arms to the bed! and called her a 'bad girl'!"
toji and choso cannot contain themselves anymore, guffawing loudly at what the boy had just said and the way sukuna's face has turned a bright red at this point doesn't help one bit. "tied her arms together?", choso asks, in between fits of laughter, wiping a tear from his eyes.
"yes!", yuji cries. "isn't that mean?! won't she leave? i don't want her to leave!"
sukuna lightly flicks his little nephew's forehead as the two men besides him continue to howl and chortle obnoxiously. he brings the boy closer to him and says in the softest voice he can, "she's not gonna leave."
"promise?", yuji sniffs, extending out his pinky finger to his uncle. sukuna sighs in exasperation but ultimately wraps his own finger 'round the pinky finger, solidifying this promise.
sukuna isn't one to get so easily embarrassed but this was really something. his entire body seemed to be burning, cheeks and ears dusted a tomato red. gosh, he was going to have to be much more careful from now on whenever he would bring you over!
The swell of your belly becomes prominent as time passes by. After eight months, your baby bump has grown into the size of a watermelon. You’re undoubtedly certain that the genetic makeup that fixes your baby’s size relies solely on the father. Speaking of passing down traits from the father— You’re also confident that the strength also is established by him. One moment, you’d be resting on the dozens of tatami mats within the estate and the next, you’re bent over your belly with gritted teeth, pawing at the spot where she kicked.
The strength and size of the baby are not the factors that have peeved you however.
Well- kind of. It was the issue of not being able to fit into your silken robes anymore.
What once had cling to your delicate curves and decorate your soft skin magnificently, now looks as if you are hiding a pumpkin beneath your kimono. Long lashes kiss the apples of your cheeks softly, a soft frown is etched onto your features as your eyes peer into the depths of the bronze disked mirror. You stand before it with a red silkened kimono that had once been in your favour, beautiful and demure- now itches at the irritation bubbling inside of you.
Within a few moments of taking the kimono off and slipping into a much larger robe that was tailored to rest comfortably around your swell, you stand before the mirror again to analyse how pleasing it looks to your eyes. And in just mere seconds, you have deemed it to be one of the most wretched sights you have ever seen. With a frustrated huff and a big sniffle, you thrash the robes off. You stomp over to your husband’s side of the oshiire to borrow a robe that would surely drape your whole body and cease it from ever being seen.
Busily sliding your arms inside the giant armholes, the sound of the sliding door of your shared private chambers is heard being opened, and a low grunt of approval is heard from behind you.
“Hm. So you’ve decided to belong to me that openly? Good. Know your place and don’t take it off.” A chest as hard as a brick wall is pressed up against your back, a familiar stomach maw is felt curving a delighted grin at the sight of his beloved adorning a robe owned by him, “I will not dig the earth for your putrid cravings again if you do.” He threatens.
“Mm..” You let out a meek hum, before resting against him with a relieved sigh. Your mind has immediately drifted off from your annoyances just from his presence alone. Despite your mind wavering off, your eyes never lie to him. He quirks a brow at the tornado of kimonos lying around, and he squints his four eyes before it clicks to him.
“Get.” He gestures to the red kimono you had worn just a bit ago. With a confused sniffle, you obey his command and retrieve it. And with just a mere glance from him- you act accordingly to his quiet order and slip the kimono on.
After adjusting the obi gently around your belly, you glance at mirror before clenching your fists and looking down, ashamed.
“Look at yourself.”
He commands.
You do not obey this time.
Displeasure runs through his body. Fingers firmly grip your chin from behind, “Look.”
Sukuna tilts your head back up and forcefully holds that position until you reluctantly wink your beady eyes back open. The remaining three of his hands are busy eagerly- greedily roaming around the curves of your body. He leans in, lips touching your ear from behind.
“Do you know…”
“How much I have slaughtered for this body?”
He pauses, a hand gripping at your plump breast.
“The sheer amount of times I have tried to hold myself back from eating you alive?”
“The numerous amount of men that I have sought to erase their bloodline from existence by merely looking at you?”
A soft whimper escapes your lips, softly gasping at his debauched whispers.
He bites your ear, hot breath causing the hairs on your skin to frighten, “You don’t know, do you? Foolish woman.”
“Utterly, completely, foolish you are.” He comes around from behind, easily unrobing your figure by simply tearing the kimono apart before getting on his knees to deprive you of your foolish thoughts.
you make real good money - so much your roomies plug! choso and emo! suguru have to wonder just what you do for work - but they don't try to pry. they sometimes (well, all the time) get stoned and have their theories though! Some crypto hacker, a sugar baby? You don't even leave the house yet you've always got packages, spoil them even, just what do you do for work?
pairings - plug!choso x camgirl!reader x emo!suguru
warnings - both of em have piercings, weed smoking reader is a cute lil camgirl, fingering, vidding it, oral (m and f receiving) p in v sex, creampies, cum swallowing, spitting - it's just filthy - not proofread - 3k
art is from @/einruji on x <3
Being roommates with the two biggest stoners at your university was certainly interesting, off campus was way more affordable and they so happened to have a room available when nerd Gojo ran off to live at the frat house with his twin. So why not ask you, the girl who's gotten kicked out of her ex boyfriend's across the street?
They're as chill as can be, Choso sells but he keeps it super discreet, the two of them are ridiculously clean, and fuck - Suguru cooks dinner half the days for you all. The three of you love to get stoned and cook the most ridiculous shit, laughing and ordering pizza when it turns out horrible - nothing like those shorts you all share with each other.
No, things are going good, and the fact that they're sexy as fuck and walk around shirtless? Well that just helps you with your career - you're not a musician like Suguru, not a dealer like Choso, no you're a little bit of a secret they can't figure out. You always have your rent on time, but they've never seen you go to work, all summer you've just been hanging out at the house.
Yet somehow you have brand new things arriving all the time, fuck you bought them each a new necklace - something about 'friendship matching' shit, you bought them new jackets, you have been constantly splurging on sushi nights and the finest liquor. You seem to have more money than both of them - and they're certainly not broke.
Just what do you do for work?
The curiosity finally gets them one weekend, Choso’s rolling party favors since they’re hitting a frat party, Suguru’s gonna play with his band there and they’re asking you to come with. It’s not like you don’t want to, it’s that you have your highest tippers tonight, and it’d be foolish not to make bank. You already have a hell of a savings from some of the same men who constantly send you things.
It’s your money that buys Cho and Sugu things though.
You have to admit, you keep getting fonder of them, it could be Suguru’s way of making sure you have your favorite white claw in the fridge, or Choso making sure he got that sativa strain for you. It could be that they’re gorgeous and they smell too damn good, or it could be you’re just ovulating and all sensitive tonight.
But fuck you want them, would it be so terrible to ask them to join? But at the same time, you don’t want them looking a certain way at what you do. They seem super chill but you get a little nervous any time they ask, unable to fully answer them, just sort of giggling and brushing it off.
Suguru’s cooking before they go, his long hair is thrown half up in a bun, the rest flowing down his bare skin, just a thin black wife beater with some band he loves and blood splatter designed trip pants. Choso’s got a baggier shirt, stark white over long black sleeves, his jeans littered with chains, pockets stuffed endlessly full of his growing collection of lighters.
For some reason he stole one from every party he went to – which was a lot.
Suguru’s got a pan of garlic butter shrimp sizzling on the stove, making your tummy growl, since Choso’s grinding some new, ridiculously loud strain he just got in, and he let you test it out – fuck it’s made you hungry, your eyes are so damn red you have to slop drops in. You’re sitting right on the island, crossing your legs and giggling as Suguru has to work around you.
“Always in my way and shit,” he teases, pinching your thigh, you yelp a bit and he tugs you down, hovering a little too close, your phone notifs rolling in nonstop, he faintly notices with a flick of his gaze, hands lingering on your waist.
“Sugu you got a date tonight? You always shave when you do,” you tease him right back, fingers brushing his chin – smooth from where he’d just shaved, you can smell that aftershave this close.
“No I don’t have a date,” he snatches your hand and looks curiously at your phone again, when the timer goes off. “Distracting me, I’ll burn it.”
“My apologies, chef,” Suguru rolls his eyes, you go sit over next to Choso at the little table, his eyes dart across the little robe you have tied around your waist – this pretty pink silk that hits mid thigh and hardly covers shit.
“Wanna try this edible?” You laugh and shake your head.
“No way, yours are too dangerous!”
“This is so yummy, just take a nibble,” he opens the little squares of chocolate, leaning closer and holding it toward your lips, black nailed fingers delicate as they swirl it around temptingly. “Ya know ya wanna.”
“I better not hallucinate or something,” he snorts and shakes his head, but falters when you open your mouth, tongue brushing his fingers as you bite the milky chocolate laced with thc, moaning and shutting your eyes.
Suguru and Choso both just fucking stare at you, as you swipe some of your thumb and suck on it, moaning.
“So yummy!” You look at the silent men curiously, Suguru’s timer goes off and it sort of breaks the spell, but not before both men have to go to their rooms and jerk it to you.
It was sort of a ritual, jerk it to their roommate, act like they didn’t – know they each did – and get jealous when you gave either of them the smallest bit more attention. A cycle of wanting to fuck their pretty roomate who dresses slutty, but never wanting to take it too far, leaving them hopeless and jerking it raw.
They could fuck other girls, but how could they really when you live here all fucking cute and ruining them?
“Shit that’s good stuff,” you’re giggling when they’re getting ready to leave for that party, each have slung a faded jean jacket on, smeared a little liner on their eyes, you’ll use it as gooning material for your cam session tonight.
“Alright, we’re heading out,” Suguru lets you hug him and kiss his cheek, trying to ignore the face he leaks pre from hugs now. “If you need something call us.”
“No, go have fun!”
“Lock up please?” Choso kisses your head, you smile and nod.
The front door clicks shut behind them, and you exhale just a bit – your own routine is to wait a good ten minutes, just to be safe, before you get ready, undoing your robe so just your very slutty lingerie clings to your body. You get into the mood to talk to all these men on your laptop, sorting your blanket and the endless plushes and pillows into a cute arrangement.
You spritz yourself with body spray but that really never made sense – not like the guys smell you, but you still love champagne toast, right along with that little matching candle you light. You have your leds on this pretty pink color, putting on your slutty playlist – yep, you have it titled ‘slutty playlist’ right on your spotify.
Camming was easy in a way, but it was also a bit of a mindset to tap into. Setting up the ringlight, touching up your makeup, all before positioning yourself on your bed just so, making sure the angle looks casual. Your laptop was open, the soft glow of the ring light illuminating your almost bare skin as the viewer count starts to climb.
The problem is, this time? You forget to fully shut your door – you figure they’ll be gone for hours anyway.
“Hey everyone,” they start throwing those tips on stream just to see a hint of your titties. “Aw, did you all miss me?”
*****
"Shit I forgot all my prerolls," Suguru rolls his eyes as he drives toward the party, Choso is checking his pockets that are just full of papers, lighters and empty baggies. "I had them all ready to be bought."
"You're a mess," Suguru yawns and turns the car around, Choso's grinning. "You're lucky we aren't that far."
"What do you think she does for a living, besides being hot?"
Suguru snorts, putting the car into gear and easing up on the clutch. "I figure she's some like, sugar baby? She's gorgeous and chronically online."
"Nah no way, I think she's like in crypto - maybe she's some secret scammer? Like... a hacker or some shit!"
Suguru rolls his pretty amethyst eyes as they near the apartment. "Yeah I doubt it. Fuck I think I did forget my fave guitar pik... I'll come up too."
The two of them try to be just a bit quiet in case you're asleep, you kinda went to your room decently early every night and played your favorite music. Nothing too loud - just enough that if you were right by your room you could hear, the same music is a little louder when they walk in, your door cracked.
"Mmm, where'd I leave em?" Choso tugs at his ponytails that are falling just so, looking around until he pauses, peeking right in your room like a fucking pervert.
You're fucking your pretty cunt with a glass dildo, and the thing is all glittery and pink - like your entire room. All arched on that plush rug, ass facing this bright heart shaped ring light, moaning softly as your cunt is so loud he hears her sucking it up.
Choso almost busts.
"Bro," Suguru scowls as he sees his friend, clearly invading their cute roomie's privacy, but he pauses right fucking behind Choso, his jaw dropped on the damn floor.
"Mnh! Hah I'm not squirting for just a hundred, gonna need way more than that," you tease, pulling the dildo out and turning, lapping your tongue along the ridged glass, tasting your own fucking cunt.
Suguru almost busts.
"Hehe," you're all giggly from the weed, tits out of that robe, just a little garter around your waist and some ripped stockings the only thing covering you. "Mmm, I do taste g-"
You look and see both your roommates staring at you, cocks visibly hard in their jeans, you gasp and slam your laptop shut, stumbling up and dropping the damn dildo, it rolls loudly on the hardwood floor.
"Fuck, shit, fuck," you curse now, waving your hands around and just making your tits bounce more. "I'm so sorry! I thought you all were like gone and... fuck I should've locked the door, please like... I'll find somewhere else to go, okay I-"
"Hey," Suguru barely manages to speak, clearing his throat and picking the dildo up in his hands, coated in your slick, he sets it on the dresser and walks toward you, where you're panicking. "You don't have to go somewhere, fuck, okay?"
"Y-you're sure?" You realize your tits are out then, your puffy pussy showing too, but it seems stupid to close your robe now, instead feeling their gaze drift. "I didn't mean to be... Choso, are you okay?"
"Mnh," Choso cums right in his jeans, cursing as the white liquid spurts all over, so much it leaks dark through the denim. "Fucking cumming, sh-shit..."
"Oh! Oh? Oh..." You blush now, as if you weren't just fucking yourself on cam, Suguru sighs and runs a hand down his face. "That's hot."
"What?" Both men ask that, you giggle now.
"It's sexy you came from just looking at me," you fiddle with your robe a bit, swallowing nervously. "I could clean it up."
"Wha-!?" Choso damn near runs to you, blitzed off his ass now, cupping your face with his big tattooed hands. "Fuck I'd do anything to feel your throat wrapping me."
"That's hot too," you giggle more when he moans and kisses you, Suguru staring in utter confusion, when you pull back and look right at him. "You both should join me, if you all want. We can keep your faces out of it?"
"Oh you wanna..." Suguru drifts off, clearing his throat and walking to you, turning you away from Choso who's needy as he ruts against the curve of your ass, Suguru's hands drifting down your pretty tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples.
"Mnh," you cry out, lashes fluttering. "I've had to fuck myself like every day since I moved here."
"I fuck my toy too," Choso murmurs against your neck, you look back and giggle again, before gasping out when Suguru's fingers find your messy cunt, swirling in your slick.
"If I do your video, I get to eat your pretty cunt out, and I get to cum inside it," you look up at him, all fucked up now.
"And I get to eat his cum out."
"Choso you slut," you whisper, but it's a needy little one - biting down on your lip and nodding then. "I'm down, I'll split the money too."
"We don't need that," Suguru sinks two fingers inside, moaning and curving them up. "Choso thought you were a hacker."
"Hah, what!?"
"He thought you were a sugar baby!"
"Well... sort of. Let me set this back up and..." You work on the stream, the two men's cocks flush and at attention as you kneel on your bed, Suguru behind you, Choso in front of you - and that's when you suck Choso's cum right off his pretty, veiny cock, lapping at that pink tip.
"Mnh," Choso's whimpering as you bob up and down him, while Suguru's on his knees with his face buried in your cunt. His tongue ring catches that soft spot in your gummy walls, before he's lapping at your clit in mean little flicks, spitting right on your hole.
"Arch," he murmurs, you do just that, moaning around Choso's already hard cock as you lap up the very last remnants of his messy white ropes - Suguru is fucking you with his fingers, curving them up over and over until you feel too much pressure.
The boys utterly forget you're on cam, and so do you. Choso, already sensitive from cumming once, he's just whimpering, needy mess, his hands tangled in your hair as you deepthroat him, fucking your throat till it's sore and raw, murmuring sweet apologies.
"S-sorry, jus' feel s'good b-baby," he's fucking harder with firm ruts of his cock, when Suguru leans up from making you squirt on his fingers, slipping them in Choso's mouth. His dark lips wrap Suguru's thick fingers, moaning, cheeks hollowing. "Oh f-fuck, you taste so sweet."
"Mmph," you can't talk, the edible making your body feel even more sensitive, when Suguru's cock slaps heavy against your ass, and his pierced tip drags right along your slit. You jolt and your eyes roll back in your skull when he sinks inside.
"This tight? Oh fuck, that toy didn't stretch you out, huh?" Suguru - usually so sweet - is mean with it, pinning your arms behind your back, throwing you off balance, while Choso holds you up by cupping your face, ramming his cock past your uvula.
"We'll stretch you out baby," Choso murmurs, his lips parted, eyes gone black with how fucked up he already is, how needy when those filthy sounds of your cunt getting fucked and your throat getting rammed fill your room.
You make a filthy amount that night, but you don't check until much later, not when Suguru is pounding your cunt and making you cum around his cock, barbell dragging right in your quivering little hole. When Choso's whispering good girl and Suguru's murmuring that you're a perfect fuck toy.
Suguru has you cumming so much you collapse, lips pulling off Choso with a messy pop, Choso spits right in your mouth - not the sweet little Cho you thought he was, not when he's smacking your cheek and pulling your hair into his fist.
Your thighs are trembling when Suguru busts his load inside you, bent over you from where he's fucked you down into your matress, your mascara making a mess of your pillows as your tears of overstim fall, gasping and drooling. At some point your ring light just fucking falls, and the laptop gets shut by Suguru.
"My turn," Choso murmurs when he spreads your thighs, laying you on your back and shoving them against you, just to scoop all Suguru's milky release on his tongue. Suguru's kissing you all messy and mean, rutting his cock on the mattress, watching his best friend drink him out of your hole. "Fuck you took so much cum, can you take more?"
"Mhm," you're nodding all cute, letting Choso put another load inside you, until so much is pouring from your abused hole you're sticky, they both play in it, fingering it back inside until you're squirting all down their knuckles.
Later - much later - you three are smoking weed in your bed, they've cleaned you all up with their tongues, both having their own roll lit up, the three of you dizzy and high.
"So, you two wanna cam now?" You tease, inhaling the blunt from Choso's fingers as Suguru brushes your hair back, damp from the little shower they took with you.
"You think we should?" Choso asks, you pull up your phone, coughing out smoke and showing him the number. "Oh fuck..."
Choso's kissing up your neck when you peer at Suguru. "What do you think, hmm Sugu?"
"Well," he blows smoke in your mouth, letting you inhale, hands drifting down your body. "I do love small business."
Satoru and Suguru are your Fairy God parents. Yep - two six foot four, big ass fairies with blue and purple wings, they love to be your fairies too! They give you anything you want - but problem is, you want them. That could never work, right? So nothing to do but ask them to grant you a boyfriend for Valentine's day. Can they really grant that, when they don't want anyone near their pretty human!?
pairings - fairy Toru x reader x fairy Sugu
warnings - mentions of satoru taking your xans LMAO, unhinged ass Satoru Gojo, he's a menace, not much less unhinged Suguru, cameo by Fairy toji. Yep lol. Jealousy, all three of you all are virgins so loss of virginity, oral (m and f receiving) eifel tower, threesome dynamics, creampie, cute cracked out lil fairy and human love story. <333
This was a commission for my sweetheart @plaguecxlt who did that cute art in the center i'm in love withh!!! I hope you enjoy and tysm for being so sweet! 10.8k wc
You’re having a normal day with your fairy god…
Can you really call these two fairy godparents?
It’s what they are, right? Yet it’s hard to call the two six foot four men who appeared in your life years ago that. Blue eyed Satoru with his big mischievous grin, Amethyst eyed Suguru with his quiet little smile, the two of them look more like disney princes… or princesses, in the case of Suguru’s beautiful locks – than they do actual ‘godparents’.
Yet one night after the worst, most disastrous prom ever, they’d appeared right in your bedroom with a puff of smoke and glitter, you wondered if someone had slipped some sort of psychedelic in your prom’s punch. Sobbing on your bed and then two of the most gorgeous men grin at you, it seemed as if you were trying to get over the fact that your boyfriend dumped you mid dance.
Oh… it was also your birthday.
Happy eighteenth birthday.
You have seen them every day since then, at one point you thought you must have something completely fucking wrong, your therapist said it was trauma making you see imaginary things that aren’t really there. Once you got thrown in a seventy two hour evaluation from your very concerned family.
Satoru was popping the xanax they were giving you in there, yeah he was a fairy but he seemed to love human things. If it wasn’t boba, it was mochi, if it wasn’t that – it was whatever pill or substance the little shit could find. Suguru was a lot calmer, but that didn’t fool you entirely. He could be just as insane as his white haired counterpart, he just hid it better.
Throughout college they’d made sure to fumble any and every opportunity, any time you got too drunk they’d poof you home, and that made you sick and dizzy, getting teleported. They’d do some fairy magic to fix that nausea, hydrate you with a damn hospital IV, you don’t even wanna know how they get that, and you can’t complain, not when it’s the best cure for one ever.
They’d make sure you had breakfast and you’d all talk, boys forgotten, eating the fluffiest pancakes. Satoru loaded them with whipped cream and sugar like he was buddy the elf himself, the loads of syrup all over should by all means make anyone sick, but you suppose those are one of the many perks of being a fairy.
Suguru would nibble fruit, that was some of his favorite, feeding you little bites as his wings fluttered. You have to admit, being alone with them?
It was perfect.
The problem was they don’t exist in the physical sense to any other humans, very few adults can see who they’ve got assigned to them, and even if they have fairies, there are rules. You couldn’t tell anyone about them, you couldn’t wish for them to be real, and you couldn’t wish to go to their realm, all three wishes that make the truth difficult to handle.
You’re madly in love with the two invisible, flying six foot four mythical beings – oh, both of them too, just to add to the ridiculous statement.
You didn’t only love Satoru, or only Suguru, there was no choosing who you loved more. Satoru and Suguru had been the source of your ovulation – twice a damn month sometimes, and the hopeless state of your clit once you have to pop a vibrator on it any time they get too close. You swear your pussy hates to see that high setting coming after they do.
Oh, and they get very close.
Satoru is clingy as fuck, and even Suguru loves to hug you, pick you up and twirl you. Satoru would jump up and somehow cling to your body, wrapping all around you and weighing nothing. He’d just sort of float with his wings fluttering as he wrapped around you like a little monkey, Suguru would float right next to you, and people would look at you when you talked to them.
You tried not to speak to them in public, as to not seem like a complete psycho, but they were hard to ignore.
They each made it their life’s goal to get your attention – Satoru is a very, very needy Fairy, and Suguru isn’t much better. They always get mad when you ignore them or try to have any sort of life away from them, and somehow you always end up back at your place after a night out. They have no issue taking you from any party, date or get together, even now that you’re grown.
Tonight they’ve done it again, you were at a little get together earlier and they drove you so insane you’d been seen yelling at the air. Your friends were kind of used to it, but your Fairy Godparents were even jealous of them, they are toxic, yandere little fairies really. Only you would get stuck with the craziest ones.
Now, if they could do anything for the way your nipples pebble out, how your tummy clenches and your core aches, or help with your constantly soaking wet cunt? Well then maybe you’d be okay. But no, what could you even do, but wait till they give you a few moments of peace and use your wand until the damn thing dies, still utterly unfulfilled.
This can’t continue.
“Hey guys,” Satoru pauses his flying in little circles – he does that when he’s fidgety, Suguru looks up from the book he’s reading, sitting over at your window seat and taking over the entirety of it, a usual friday night for you.
“Yes?”
“I think I have a wish.”
“Let me guess,” Suguru teases with a far too sexy little smile, leaning back just a bit against the wall. “You wish for a lifesize cutout of that sorcerer you’re obsessed with?”
“No! I mean… yeah but… oh!” There it is, a cut out that poofed out of thin air, Satoru chuckles and wraps his lanky body around it, even the damn cardboard isn’t creaking under his weight with how he can hold it up. “That’s huge.”
“Bigger than me!?” Satoru flies down and stands next to it, straightening it back out, making you laugh softly.
“Maybe you’re bigger.”
“I am! Was that really your wish though?” Satoru asks, you look at both of them then, taking a breath and shutting your eyes.
It’s well past time to rip off the band aid.
“I wish for a boyfriend,” Satoru and Suguru glare, their wings stopping their usual fluttering, flying over so they’re right on either side of you. “What?”
“You wish for what now!?” Fairy godparent Satrou thwacks your head with his pretty blue wand, the star smattering his glitter everywhere, you cough as some of it – blueberry scented – hits your throat..
You wince and rub your head as a bump forms. “Ouch!”
“We must simply not have heard you right,” Suguru says now, stepping in front of you with his long, tapered fairy wings fluttering pretty purple glitter. “You didn’t say you wanted a boyfriend as a wish, did you?”
“Well Valentine’s day is coming,” You sigh and slump back in your chair, leaning back and frowning up at them. “It’s a love holiday?”
“We know, that’s why we show our love!” Satoru scoffs at you. “Don’t you remember us summoning a whole room full of chocolates for you last year?”
“I didn’t need all that…”
“What about all the plushies?” Suguru’s angry now too, you sigh, shaking your head. “What do we need to get you this year? We can buy all the roses there are!”
“I don’t need that… it’s not…” You pinch the bridge of your nose, sitting on the edge of your bed now. “Surely you all understand a girl has needs.”
“Needs?” Satoru’s wings are fluttering his pretty blue glitter, crossing his arms and tilting his head. “We give you everything you need.”
“I need things that you all can’t give me,” you blush now, eyeing the two handsome fairies that no one can see but you. “Do you get it?”
At first you thought you were fucking insane, conjuring the two of them up due to some break down. You’d test it out, wishing for the most random shit – emerald hair, bam! Your hair turned the perfect shade of it, no dye or bleaching needed. Wishing for the newest Gucci bag, whoosh it was there! Soon you were asking for the dumbest things – all the figures from your favorite anime, everyone couldn’t figure out just how you got the limited collection.
There were certain rules – you couldn’t just wish for anything that would affect other people, certain things had consequences, but Satoru was always down for the batshit crazy wishes, with Suguru having to fix your messes. Admonishing you both when he had to wipe the memories of everyone around you, sometimes things had more repercussions than you thought.
"Excuse me?” Satoru's wings start flapping again, but it's more like an agitated buzzing, he’s floating and his head hits your ceiling like it usually does, arms crossed. "We give you everything, you brat!”
“You’re calling me a brat!?”
“Yes, you are a brat,” Suguru rubs the back of his neck when you glare at Satoru. He can’t help his friend being just…
An idiot.
“Your favorite boba tea, all the clothes you could ever want, that weird sorcerer figure you wanted!"
“He’s naked too,” Suguru chimes in, you giggle and look over at your prized figure, biting your thumb and admiring his abs. “You are such a spoiled girl.”
“Extremely spoiled!”
You cross your arms now. “I didn’t ask you all to! Not my fault you’re assigned to me,” you trail off then. “Like I said, I need things that you all can't give me."
Suguru and Satoru exchange a wide-eyed, panicked glance. “One moment, mmkay?” Satoru says, they disappear and you blink curiously.
“We can’t just let her have a boyfriend!” Satoru’s flapping his lanky ass arms. “Sugu, no way, I can’t deal with that.”
“I know, you think I wanna see her with someone,” he grimaces, wiping a hand on his face. “It’s bad enough constantly scaring all the men that come near her, god it’s been years of this now.”
“I know… What needs!? Sugu, what needs is she on about?”
“Maybe…” Suguru blushes furiously now. “Oh.”
“Oh, what?”
“She needs…” They both look at each other, but Gojo is just blinking. “Satoru you don’t know…”
“Know what?”
“About how women…” Satoru just blinks his snowy white lashes, Suguru sighs, not wanting to have to explain his own limited knowledge to his utterly clueless friend right now.
“Women what? You mean like how she has that naked sorcerer?”
“Yeah sort of,” he trails off. “Shit it’s probably been a while, let’s go back before she’s asleep.”
The two tall fairies are popping back in your room now, poofing out of nowhere as they do when you’re already under your blankets, having vibrated your clit underneath your shorts. The thing falls from your hand as you instinctively start screaming out at the intrusion, and they scream back, as if frightened by you.
Dear god.
“What the fuck, do you all ever give me notice!? It’s been almost an hour!”
Things work differently in the Fairy realm – Satoru and Suguru realize it’s already nighttime by the moonlight filtering in through your window, when they hear buzzing going off, the two of them stare down at your bed.
“Something’s wrong!” Suguru’s worried, and you wanna fall into an abyss to avoid these fucking looks they’re giving, waving their lanky arms all around.
“What’s hurting you!?” Satoru’s panicked voice just makes you more mortified.
“N-nothing is – oh my god go!” Too late, your vibrator is snatched up by Fairy Satoru, who stares at it curiously, before looking down at your thighs, pressed together with slick dripping down. “Get out I swear to god, please go.”
“You’re… are you… what’s…” He presses the button and hums a bit. “It’s soaking wet, are these your tears?”
“No!? Oh god kill me,” you curl up in a ball, grimacing now as the white haired fairy has your damn cunt all over his fingers.
Long fingers.
UGH.
“Satoru I think that might be…” Suguru has sort of heard of that – sex, pleasure, but as Fairies things don’t really work that way. Some of their Fairy friends – especially Fairy Toji – indulged in the pleasures of women, but Satoru and Suguru were not experienced, you were their first assignment!
But…
That’s your juices slicked all over the vibrator.
“It’s not salty at all,” Satoru sucks it on his finger, and your mouth drops. “Mmm, your tears are actually sweet pookie!”
You want to get swallowed into a fucking hole.
“It’s her…” Suguru is bright red now, clearing his throat as Satoru just tilts his head curiously. “Her uh… that’s a toy I think.”
“Toys, I got you so many plushies! And POPS and figures!” Satoru admonishes you, pressing at your button now over and over and making it higher, much to your mortification. “Why won’t this weird pink toy stop making noise?”
“It’s a…” Suguru trails off and you sigh.
“It’s my vibrator, okay?”
“It’s a what now!?”
“Just get out you two, god you know I do need some privacy!” You stand and give your fairy godparents far too nice of a view of your thighs. “Don’t make me say it.”
“No, no,” Satoru hands you the vibrator that is still fucking going wild in his huge ass hand, pouting all cute. “We’ll try to find you a boyfriend but you know the rules. We can’t make him fall in love.”
“That’s cupid’s area,” Suguru says, his gaze flitting across your body, you’re half naked all the time around them, as if you didn’t realize what it did to them.
Satoru’s throat goes dry, gaze slipping down your body with Suguru, amethyst and sapphire eyes making you burn with the attention. For the longest time, you wanted more with them, to touch them, have them touch you, it’s the damn reason you want a boyfriend – to forget that they can never really be yours.
They’re immortal fairies – or at least they age very slowly, you’re not a hundred percent sure how that all works for them. Yet you’re a human, surely once you got past your thirties – and you were already almost in your mid twenties – you’d already be way older than them physically. How would that ever work? And that’s assuming either of these two look at you that way.
“Just let me get to sleep,” you frustratedly lay back and sigh, covering yourself up with a blanket. “Out you two!”
“Fine, hurt our feelings!”
“Satoru…” Suguru leans down over you and brushes your hair back, you can’t help but swallow nervously, his purple fairy dust is all over and has an intoxicating effect on you. “Are you really sure about this, Princess?”
You nod, earning his sign, two lines between his dark brows you move to smooth out. “It will mean I’ll need you all less, isn’t that good?”
“You think we want that?” Satoru flies over you, bashing his head on the ceiling and wincing. “Damn it…”
“Calm down and just come here,” he hovers over you, and you press a kiss on his cheek, then turn and press one on Suguru’s cheek, feeling their warmth, fairies run extra hot. “I know I’m a needy mortal.”
“We love that about you though,” Suguru’s words have you heated up. “We want to take care of all your needs.”
“Even the weird shaky toy,” you giggle at Satoru’s cuteness. “I’m serious, I can hum too! Look!” Satoru’s flickering his tongue and damn near ruins you.
“Oh god…” You brush his hair back, wishing for a moment he’d get it, god it wouldn’t take anything but them to say the word, and you’d give up any hope of a human existence.
Spread your thighs and let Satoru try to replicate ‘your toy’ that you literally only need because of them, the temptation literally fluttering over you. Suguru seems to get it a little more, but Satoru’s so fucking precious it hurts.
“You two must be tired of all I ask for, though, right?”
“Nope, not at all,” Satoru says. “Why would we ever be.”
“We love giving you your wishes,” Suguru says softly. “You think we don’t?”
“You really do?” You get a little emotional, Satoru swipes away that lone little tear.
“Yes, we can at least see what we can do on the boyfriend,” Suguru has Satoru furious. “We will if it’s her wish, right Satoru?”’
“It’s not acceptable!”
“Satoru…” You pout all cute, melting him as usual.
What a cruel little human, to look that adorable as she singlehandedly breaks Satoru the fairy’s heart. He knows Suguru is upset too, even if he holds his composure a little better. For now he nuzzles your nose, achingly close to trying the kiss thing he’s seen in the movies with you, but he holds back a bit, tilting his lips up instead,
“Whatever you want,” Satoru smooches your forehead with a soft smack of his lips, your lashes flutter shut at the sweet press. “Good night, spoiled brat.”
“Night Toru,” Suguru kisses your cheek, you ache at their sweetness. “Good night Sugu.”
Your fairy godparents disappear in a puff of sparkles and glitter, leaving you to snatch back up your vibrator the moment the coast is clear, whining out in frustration as it takes even longer to reach than usual. You may or may not picture two fairies on your clit instead of your toy.
*****
Date number one
This date is sweet, he’s got these soft hazel eyes, a gentleman by all accounts of the word. He’d been just ever so ‘compelled’ to ask you out for a date. In Satoru and Suguru’s opinion he was a little too perfect, they watched him while glaring, arms crossed floating in the corner of the restaurant. When he brushes your hair back Satoru’s wings flutter so quickly the entire room gets slightly fucked up off his fairy dust.
“Satoru,” Suguru admonishes, but he hates it too, he's just a little better at hiding it than his friend. “This is what she asked for.”
“Doesn’t mean she’s right. I know what’s best for her-”
You hear them and turn, glaring.
Satoru wiggles his fingers and grins like the little psycho he is. “Do you like anime?”
“Oh,” you look at the man now, smiling brightly. “How’d you know!”
“They’re all over your purse,” you giggle at that.
“I do, do you like it too?”
“Great they’re fucking bonding,” Satoru’s devastated, leaned back against the wall, summoning a giant boba tea and wrapping his lips around the straw, sucking the little bubbles into his mouth. “God I’m gonna be sick.”
“You don’t have to be here,” Suguru’s words just piss Satoru off more, snowy lashes lowering as he glares at his sometimes best friend. “You’re the one who didn’t even know what a vibrator was.”
“I still don’t know what a vy-bray-tor is!?” Suguru snorts. “What, we’re not exactly getting pussy in the fairy realm!”
“Satoru shush.”
“They can’t hear us!”
“She can!?” You’re scowling again, they grin and wave.
“What anime do you watch?” You ask your date, trying to focus – you can’t live your entire life a hopeless damn virgin who can’t even masturbate in peace, pining for fairies at your grown ass age.
Like would they watch you fuck too!? The thought of that makes you panic, they already were not even able to not pop in when you showered and carry on a damn conversation like any of this was normal. You barely focus on what your date is saying when you hear Suguru explaining a ‘vi-bray-tor’ and Satoru arguing that his mouth can vibrate better.
Is he trying to ruin you!?
“I love that robot one,” your date says, you blink curiously.
“What robot one?”
“You know… the robots…” He trails off and you hear Satoru humming then, standing up quickly.
“Excuse me just a moment!”
“Oh, sure…”
You’re walking out and scowling at the two fairies as you rush past to the girls bathroom, of course they appear as you’re washing your hands, you jolt – you think that it’d be less of a surprise when they poof out of thin air, but it always jump scares you. Satoru and Suguru’s reflections in the mirror and all you can think of is how tall they are, how perfect.
You swallow nervously before glaring at their reflection.
“This is a ladies room y’know.”
“We see you’re bored,” Satoru flits over and sits on the counter, Suguru is right on the other side of the sink, the two of them smirking down at you. “So bored, y’know ya wanna come home already.”
“We can do so much at home,” Suguru practically purrs those fucking words, you sigh and roll your eyes, going to grab a napkin and getting your wrist gripped by Satoru’s big hand, water droplets falling just a bit.
“Toru,” you swallow nervously when he leans forward, his lips just an inch away, tilting your chin up with his other hand.
“You know he doesn’t like what you do, he’s acting as if he does, we are the ones who you geek out to,” Satoru’s voice about breaks your resolve.
It would be so easy to let it happen, to just forget about having some sort of life – let it only be them until they move on. Yet the fear of it all hits you all over again, making you gently tug your chin away from him. Satoru’s eyes narrow at you, and you can feel Suguru’s gaze, overwhelming.
“You’re not human and I am though,” they frown as you tug your hand out of his hold, lips trembling just a bit. “I need to go back to the date.”
You rush out, leaving the two fairies even more confused at what their human is going through.
*****
Satoru and Suguru left right after that, you get emotional just thinking of it – how badly you wish that they were human, so you could feel all the things you do without it being an utterly hopeless endeavor. Yet you must try – so you enjoy the company of the handsome man they’ve sent, and soon you’re both at your house, the coolness of the night making you shiver.
You wrap your arms around yourself a bit, hands running up and down your shoulders and arms to stay warm, smiling up at your date.
“I had a great time,” you curse yourself for being awkward, but it’s not like you really have any experience of which to run off of. “Um, really great!”
“I had a great time too,” he leans down as you both stand in the front door, cupping your face. You’ve hardly even had kisses with your cockblock – pussy block!? – fairies around you all the time, so you get just a little nervous. “Should we do this again?”
“I’d like that,” you smile and your eyes shut, letting his lips press yours when suddenly an insane gust of wind starts blowing. Santa Ana level winds that are poofing your damn skirt up and whip your headband right out of your hair. “Oh gosh! I don’t know what…”
You narrow your eyes and peer behind him then.
Satoru Fairy fucking Gojo grinning like a little psycho and moving his long ass fingers in swirling motions. Suguru is a damn enabler, he acts like he’s not actively laughing at your date’s glasses and tie half blown off, sobering and admonishing Satoru until he stops it.
“Shit, the wind,” your date tries to right himself, blinking dry eyes as you adjust your dress carefully. “I’ll call you?”
“Yes, of course,” he looks around rather confused at the now completely still night air that’s surrounding you all, before hopping right in his car and driving off. “You two, get in now!”
They look at each other and curse in fairy language.
“I said, now!”
“Fine! You’re so bossy!” Satoru flies in first, Suguru after, trying to act all innocent as if you’ll buy it.
“I told him not to, princess.”
“You were laughing, I saw,” you sigh and take off your shoes, glaring at Suguru, who pouts all cute like he’s innocent. “You’re just as bad as Satoru.”
You pull up your phone then and sigh.
“Oh…”
“What?” Satoru frowns and flies up to you, leaving a little trail of glitter in the dark of the living room.
“He asked for nudes.” Your eyes shut. “God, men.”
“See!? It’s what we were warning you of, protect you! But no.”
“Satoru,” you stop him when he goes to follow you towards the bathroom. “Can I please have a bit of privacy?”
“You’re not taking nudes are you?” Suguru demands, his eyes narrowing, you snort and shake your head.
“Nudes like… naked? We see you naked!”
“Can you not?” Satoru and Suguru frown. “I need another date, okay? This one isn’t gonna work.”
“Why do you need a boyfriend?” Satoru’s flying up to you, tilting your chin up and fucking your mind up more than usual – your cocktail of pills never seemed to work well enough to keep the filthy thoughts you have of their lips on you away.
“I told you I have needs, you all can’t be looking after me forever.”
“Why not?” Suguru’s standing in front of you now too, jerking your chin to face him instead, fuck is his hair silkier!? “We want to.”
“What about when I’m all old and shit?”
“Think we care?” You tremble as they get closer, Satoru leans low, his lips brushing against your ear, a hand on your waist. “We’ll take you back to our realm-”
“We can’t! The rules…” Satoru chuckles just a bit. “I can’t just leave everything, and you’d both be stripped of your crowns.”
“We could figure it out,” Suguru and Satoru are filling your already muddled mind with far too much nonsense.
“I’m a human, okay? That world isn’t for me…” Your hands grip each of their shirts, their cute little polos and ties they always wear, for a moment wondering just how good they look with them off.
With their ties wrapped around your wrists-
“I have to have privacy,” you kiss their cheeks quickly, just that alone ruining your resolve.
“I’ll go get you xanax!”
“You’ll take it,” you glare at Satoru but he holds up two fingers.
“I won’t!”
“I’ll run you a bath princess, hmm?” Suguru says softly.
“You’re buttering me up, I still want another date. Four days till Valentine's, I expect four dates.”
“Brat-”
“Satoru!”
Satoru glares at you and flies off. “I’ll take your xans.”
“You are the most annoying fairy!”
“I’m a FAIRY KING!”
“You’re a Prince at best,” Suguru corrects, earning Satoru’s scoff.
“I have to binge eat all your ice cream to feel better too!” Satoru flings a bunch of glitter and flies off, leaving you alone with Suguru, you laugh a bit but he’s very serious with how he studies you.
“You can’t agree with him?”
“He’s right, you live to hurt us,” he slips his hands in his pockets, hair falling across his shoulder. “We had to watch that painfully awkward date, meanwhile I had to instruct Satoru about vibrators.”
“Speaking of,” you shift a bit, biting down on your lower lip, Suguru raises a brow. “You seem to know things, do fairies…”
“Have sex?” You nod. “They do but it’s a little more practical there, procreation from the top families, and Satoru and I aren’t old enough even though we are rather old in comparison to you. Yet some fairies…”
“Some Fairies?”
Suguru grimaces. “They have fairy orgies.”
“Oooh,” your giggle makes him glare. “What? Sounds hot.”
“I’ll never take you to one,” Suguru flies you toward the wall until your back hits it, leaning down. “You don’t wanna know the fairies that go.”
“Bet it’s fairy toji,” Suguru’s scowl deepens, the fluttering of his wings turning into a soft buzzing with his irritation. “He’s kinda hot.”
“If it wasn’t against the rules to beat your backside I would,” you get far too excited by that idea.
“Sugu, do you ever um… want to… hook up with fairies?” Suguru shakes his head, opening his mouth to say it.
You’re the only one he’s ever thought such things for.
“Never anyone?” Your lips are too close, you can taste the sweetness of his breath ghosting across your lips, his own parted ever so slightly. “Are you both fairy virgins?”
“Are you one?” You look down and blush.
“Because you all yes, this is why I want… I can’t just have sex, okay? If I waited this long I want the full romance. Do you understand?” He swallows, parting his lips again to speak when Satoru comes zipping by, all fucked up, you roll your eyes when he smacks into a wall.
“Satoru, how much did you take?” Satoru’s grinning, summoning a giant blue iced cupcake in his hands, licking it as he laughs, his blue eyes all red around the irises.
“Hmm, just one but mmm, they’re so good,” he’s licking the icing with his tongue, crisscrossed on the floor.
“Don’t drop it on the carpet, Toru.”
“I’ll get you blue carpet,” he’s snorting, all xaned the fuck out, waving his hand so the entire floor is blue. “Hah – there.”
“Seriously?” You cover your face and shake your head. “I don’t wish for a blue carpet though?”
“Mmm, almost looks like my eyes,” Satoru lays back on your floor and crosses his legs – your now baby blue floor, slamming the cupcakes and moaning. “Mmm, should come eat one sweetheart.”
“You two should go home,” you frown a bit when Satoru looks at you from where he’s laying down, brows raised. “As in your home.”
“Do you not love us anymore,” Satoru sits up, you shake your head.
“I love you both too much, that’s the problem,” they go to open their mouths and you turn just a bit, looking back at Suguru. “I wish my dress was unzipped so I can get in my pajamas.”
Suguru goes to move his wand and then pauses, stepping over to you instead, your breath catches when his fingers grip that zipper and his other hand brushes your hair off one side of your neck. You tremble at the sensation, at his touch that feels too fucking good, you see Satoru flitting by, arriving with your favorite blue and purple pajama set.
Just like their eyes and wings.
Suguru lets the dress fall and you’re left there in just a bra and panties, Satoru’s lips part as he stands in front of you. Your heart is racing so fast you feel like it’s going to rush out of your chest.
“I wish my bra was off,” your whisper is met with Suguru unsnapping it rather than using his magic, and when Satoru sees your tits his cock immediately tents up in his pants, he uses your folded pajamas to cover it. “Thank you both.”
“Of course,” Suguru’s voice is hoarse, his hands brushing down your arms and then falling off.
“I wish my pajamas were on,” you test it, the new way they’re granting them, Satoru steps forward and opens the shirt up, slipping it over your head.
He almost busts when your tits jiggle just a bit, swaying ever so gently, slipping the shirt over them reluctantly, the backs of his fingers hitting the softness of them, earning your soft whine. He pauses and falters, sure fairy hands shaking, he’s never felt this for anyone but you and it’s scary, not knowing what it is, or what to do – only knowing he wants to claim you.
He lets the big shirt fall and then kneels, even as his wings flutter around, you balance on a shoulder of his while he slips up your shorts, seeing the damp spot against your panties. He almost whimpers from it, the scent in his nostrils, remembering how you tasted off your toy, slipping those shorts over, but not before he pressed his lips right over your waist band.
“Mnh!” Your hand entangles in his hair, heart hammering in your ears as you look down at him, Suguru at your back, Satoru kneeling.
You’ve had far too many dreams just like this.
“I um…” You almost do it, almost beg for it – what would one time with the men you love really hurt?
Yet if you get Satoru and Suguru, there’s no going back to normal, is there? You’d be all alone.
“Good night, you two,” you murmur instead, turning back and smiling at Suguru, kissing his chin, tugging Satoru up and doing the same. “I’ll see you all in the morning, right?”
“Right…”
You smile sadly as they poof into thin air, before leaning against your couch and crying out, touching the achy, slick mess the two have made of your cunt.
Satoru and Suguru are floating in front of your house, when Satoru lets out a loud sigh. “My uh… cock it’s…”
“Hard?”
“Painfully.”
“Same,” Suguru takes a breath and winces. “It hurts.”
“Me too… God, we’re gonna have to ask Toji,” Satoru sputters, waving his lanky arms around. “IF you want to please her, keep her? We have to.”
“I thought you knew the sex stuff - like the vy-bray-tor!” Suguru snorts at his friend, running a hand over his face.
“I know a bit, but it’s limited,” he sighs and looks at your house. “She’s trying all of this to feel loved.”
“We do love her!”
“Physical love Satoru,” he’s a blushing mess. “I want to give that to her… do you…”
“Yes! I mean uh… yes just…” He’s burning hot thinking of you, Satoru keeps thinking of that damn vy-bray-tor and how sexy you looked. He’s been leaking pre and aching remembering the taste of your slick on his tongue, Satoru could hardly handle how sweet it was on his tastebuds now that he knew it was from your… Suguru called it a pussy he thinks?
“You want to, and I want to so…” Suguru trails off.
“Do we do it too?”
“What, no!?” Satoru blinks his snowy lashes in confusion. “I don’t want to do them with you.”
“I’m beautiful!?”
“Debatable.”
“I didn't want to, I just was scared you wanted my fairy virginity!”
“I sure do not. I will deal with you when we are with her, because she deserves that much love.”
“You know Suguru, I swear,” his ears perk up then, hearing your high pitched little whines, the buzzing of your toy, his heart hammering in his chest. “I’m so jealous of that damn toy.”
“Same,” Suguru runs his hands through his hair, fluttering his wings to fly up higher, darting up above the trees. “We have to go see him.”
“This girl is such a brat, tch,” Satoru begrudgingly agrees though. “Fine then, let's go see that damn Fairy fucking Toji.”
*****
“Hah, you two twinks want advice from me,” Suguru and Satoru cross their arms, Fairy Toji is enormous, with black wings that are all sorts of torn up. The troublemaker of all the fairies, so fucking huge then he had itty bitty ass wings. “Oh, your human wants some dick? I’ll help her, no need to worry there.”
“Not you, us!” Satoru scoffs now, blue eyes narrowing. “You’re not touching our girl.”
Our girl.
Suguru smiles a bit at the sound of that, thinking that you’re theirs, surely Toji knew he had no fucking chance, even if you said Toji was ‘hot’ they chose to completely ignore that. You’ve seen him before since he’s one of your good friend’s fairies, but they moved far off. A moment for Satoru and Suguru, all the way across the country for you to see them.
Well, if they transported you, but you always got mad and sick when they did, plus you can’t hear this!
“Ya know how to make a woman cum?” He grins and crosses his arms – the only fairy to wear sweats rather than a nice fancy suit or beautiful dress, he was by far the darkest fairy in the realm. “I’ll tell ya how, but it’d be better if I demonstrated it to her.”
“You will not,” Toji snorted in laughter at Satoru’s indignation.
“Oh? You gonna eat her pussy then?”
“Eat…” Satoru frowns, Suguru’s once again bright red. “How do you know more than me, Sugu!? What is it?”
“Ah when you… taste…”
“It’s when you bury your face between her thighs,” Toji cuts Suguru off, a wide grin right on his face. “Fuck her pretty lil’ cunt with your tongue.”
“Put it in there?” Suguru asks, manifesting a notepad and jotting down what Toji says, as the huge fairy just chuckles. “In her hole?”
“Mmm, all three.”
“Human’s have three?” Suguru asks.
“They do, so do fairies you two are just all sheltered, princely this and that, you sure your family won’t be real mad you came to Toji?”
“We’re adults now,” Satoru pulls up a vision of you, on your next date all cute and giggly, breaking his damn heart. “See how happy she is? He’s touching her leg!”
“He can’t touch her leg!” Suguru flits over and pouts. “That’s our girl.”
“See what we mean? She’s so eager to be pleased that…”
“She’s ovulating, heh,” Satoru and Suguru blink and look at Toji who is licking his lips. “It’s when they’re so fuckin horned up they rock on your thigh, slick cunts all ready, that heat too? Bet she’s so fuckin’ hot there.”
“Toji that’s quite enough,” Suguru is mortified, his gists clenching as he watches the projection of you with a fuck ass date. “Just tell us how to get her.”
“How to fuck her?”
“No, get her so she never wants anyone,” Satoru’s eyes go insane as he imagines it – you ever telling them to go forever and meaning that shit. “Also yes, we wanna know how to make her… we want to be a vib-bray-tor.”
“A what?” Toji snorts and smacks his thick ass thigh in laughter, the fairies hair pricks on their necks.
“Her toy.”
“Ah, that,” Toji licks his lower lip, studying your image reflected against the pretty, puffy pink clouds all around the three of them. “Her vibe?”
“That’s what I said,” Satoru hums then. “I can do what it can, why does she even need it?”
“So ya gotta show her, vibrate on her clit.”
“Clit?”
Toji looks between the two of them and sighs, running a hand across his own face. “You all don’t know what a clit is?”
Fairy Toji has to summon a diagram out of thin air – one that makes the fairy princes blush. He takes his glittery black wand and smacks the board.
“Class in session.”
*****
“I'm gonna make her cum so much more than you can,” Satoru is snickering when they head over to spy on your date, but what they see upsets them, you across the table from the guy they’d begrudgingly had to choose. “Oh.”
“Oh,” Suguru murmurs dejected, you're so pretty tonight and just laughing, hair glimmering that jade you had asked them to turn into years back, your smile lighting up the room. “Shit…”
“She likes him,” Satoru’s wings start trembling, just like his lower lip with how upset he is, as they both look at each other. “He seems…”
“Perfect,” Suguru mumbles back, they both sigh and look at you, all giggling as your date is brushing your hair back. “We should be happy for her, we’re not supposed to have a human forever, right?”
“Right,” Satoru can’t help but feel sick to his stomach, his hands clenching and unclenching. “We have our responsibilities and shit.”
“Yeah, we do,” Suguru closes his eyes and shakes his head. “Still, I’d have done anything to…”
“Yeah,” Satoru’s eyes well up just a bit, little trickles of glitter slipping down his flushed cheeks. “Let’s go home.”
You feel them gone the moment they leave the restaurant – you can always feel them, when they enter or leave any room. Yet you didn’t hear them talk this time, usually on a date they were making some sort of insane mess happen, making sure to utterly fuck it all up for you – but today? They were quiet, they gave you time to talk to him, they were actually nice about it.
You should be happy, that they led you to a potential boyfriend, that they gave your mind just a bit of peace, that perhaps you can move on from them, that you can lead a ‘normal life’ and not watch the two loves of your life never age. Not pine away for them and then have so much pain when they had to go back, when they got assigned a new mortal to take care of.
You couldn’t handle seeing Satoru and Suguru with anyone else.
You laugh softly at something your date is saying, focusing on sipping your drink – you have to try.
But why does it feel so wrong?
*****
You walk inside and slip off your heels, the house is pitch black, but you start to see a glimmer of wings, the outlines of Satoru and Suguru standing in your living room. Satoru’s sitting on your couch right next to Suguru, leaning back all casual, the two of them scooch apart a bit, patting the space between them.
“Hey, princess, your date was fun?” Suguru asks, as if it’s so casual, you nod and walk over slowly, now bare feet padding across the soft carpet.
“It was,” Satoru leans forward a bit, taking your hand, making your heart race in your chest. “Hey Toru.”
“Hi sweetheart,” Satoru tugs you down, you turn so you’ve got your feet underneath you, arms wrapping around your knees. “He seemed nice.”
“He was,” you look to Suguru on your left, then back to Satoru on your right, heart racing in your chest. “Very nice.”
“That’s good,” Suguru smiles but it doesn’t hit his eyes. “So you think he could be your boyfriend?”
“He could,” you trail off now, seeing Satoru’s sad attempt at a curve to his lips. “I um…”
They break you, how sweet they are, how they look at you, how could you ever hope to truly move on when they exist? Suddenly it gets to you, the act you’ve been trying to play, so damn overwhelming you’re barely able to keep it together, tears slipping from your eyes, making them both react.
“Did he hurt you!?” Suguru demands, you shake your head, sniffling. “I swear if he did…”
“No…”
“We should have stayed,” Satoru grips your chin gently, swiping your tears. “I shouldn’t have left.”
“You were trying to give me what I wanted,” you barely keep anything together, trembling as the two of them lean in, their scents filling you.
They’re just consuming you.
“Then what is wrong, princess?” Suguru tilts your face to him, and you can’t help but glance at his lips.
Ones that have kissed your cheek, your brow, your head and your hand – how would they feel on your lips? Your heart races violently in your chest at the thought, his slight frown the only thing that breaks you out of it.
“Why are you crying, sweetheart?” Satoru’s gentle question draws your gaze back to your other fairy god parent. You take a shaky breath, hands on their thighs, sniffling as more tears threaten. “Want another boy?”
“No it’s just none of them are you,” Satoru sucks in a breath, his wings stopping their usual flutter, almost see through in the dark of your living room. “And none of them are you.”
That glance is directed at Suguru, who leans in and cups your face. “Not us, as in what?”
“As in no matter how perfect, I’ll always compare,” you shake your head, leaning right into Suguru, your lips almost brushing. “It’s not okay to feel this way about the two of you.”
“What way?” Satoru whispers against your neck, his hand slipping around to your waist and pressing against it. You peer back at him, swallowing, eyeing his glossy lips for far too long.
“I want you both,” they pause, saying nothing, and you sigh. “Not as in want you to be my fairies – yes, I love that. Yet I mean I want you both inside me.”
“Inside?” Satoru’s words are so breathy it just brushes over you, slipping his hand lower, making your tummy tremble, Suguru turning you to face him again, his soft lips just a breath away.
“You want us inside you?” You swallow again, audibly this time, so wet your cunt is dripping onto your couch even through your panties, making you shift just a bit.
“Do you all know how insane and wrong it is? I can’t want that.”
“We want to be… inside,” Suguru’s a flustered mess as he speaks. Your eyes widen now, hands gripping each fairy’s thigh that much tighter. “Inside you.”
“We don’t want you to have to use a toy,” You smile tremulously at Satoru, who’s brushing his fingers up your thigh now, earning you shifting your hips. “That toy made us very mad.”
“Did it?” You tease, giggling softly, before moaning, when Satoru’s long fingers slip up your slit. “I’m um, a virgin…”
“So are we,” Suguru kisses your cheek, then hovers over your lips, his eyes heavy and lidded. “But we’d love to be inside you first.”
“In all your cute little holes,” Satoru’s words fucking ruin you, his lips pressing to the corner of your mouth, fingers toying with the damp material of the soft cotton panties you’re wearing underneath your dress. “We studied.”
“Studied?” You ask softly, giggling when Satoru finally presses a kiss on your lips, touching your clit as Suguru’s hands brush the sides of your breasts. You let out a pathetic little whine, arching for more. “Studied w-where?”
“We had to ask Toji,” you giggle, but Suguru cuts you off with his own kiss, thumb brushing over your nipple, until you’re a writhing mess between them. “Mmm, do you want us to show you what we learned?”
“I do,” you sigh then, shaking your head. “But I shouldn’t, what about one day when I-”
“We’ll figure it all out baby,” Satoru grins all fucking cute against your neck. “You’re soakin’ wet for us, hmm?”
“Let us show you, princess,” Suguru’s voice is a low murmur against your lips, his thumb stroking your cheekbone delicately, the duality of the two fairies you love even more overwhelming.
Satoru’s fingers still press against your slick folds, his soft lips now trailing down your neck, nipping lightly with those sharp teeth as he endlessly teases your dripping cunt. You’re writhing, hips rocking up for more of his touches, as Suguru nips your lower lip with his teeth, you’re soaking Satoru even more, dying for it.
“We’ve been waiting for this,” Suguru says then. “Haven’t we, Satoru?”
“We have,” you gasp as his long fingers finally push your panties aside, sliding through your slit, spreading that wetness all over your puffy lips. “My turn.”
Satoru captures your lips in a messy, desperate kiss that’s all tongue and teeth, not deep and slow like Suguru, his tongue dancing with yours as Suguru’s fingers reach down and join Satoru’s, rough pads of them circling your clit.
“Ngh!”
“Fuck,” Suguru’s lost at how sticky and wet you are, watching Satoru kiss you, the two of them playing with your perfect cunt they’ve dreamed about. “Feel how wet she is.”
“I know,” Satoru murmurs against your lips, taking a breath. Your back arches as Satoru sinks one long finger inside you, your walls clenching around him. “You’re so tight, f-fuck…”
Their wings are buzzing and vibrating, making you vibrate yourself with their proximity. Satoru's finger is so long it hits deep, pressing up on your spot over and over, the squelching noises of it loud in your quiet apartment. Suguru’s stealing your lips again, your clit twitching underneath the pressure, gushing even more arousal until both men are easily sliding their fingers inside.
Alternation, Satoru inside, then Suguru and Satoru teases your clit, pushing you closer and closer until you feel as if you’re going to fall apart, clinging to both of them, soft whines escaping your lips. “Please! More…”
Satoru adds a second finger, stretching you out with those thick digits and scissoring in and out of that soppy mess your cunt has become. “Like this, sweetheart? Or do you want more?”
“S’good,” you’re mumbling, head falling back as both fairies kiss up your collarbones, your neck, breath tickling, maddening with how they’re working your cunt, so good you’ve never felt it. “More, more…”
Satoru chuckles now. “You want our cocks inside?”
“Please,” you moan then. “Room.”
Satoru and Suguru grin at each other, Satoru pulls out his fingers and slips them into Suguru’s mouth, he moans as he tastes your cunt off them. “Oh fuck, she is sweet Satoru…”
“I know,” your mouth drops open at the filthy sight, when with a flutter of wings, they lift you effortlessly off that couch, Satoru is carrying you down the hall as if you weigh nothing, Suguru rushing to open your door, setting you down to stand. Suguru unzips your dress just like he had the other night, the sound of the zipper echoing in the room.
“Tortured us tonight,” Satoru pouts all cutely, you smile a bit. “And the other night, having to see you like this?”
“I didn’t know that you would want this,” you admit, trembling when Suguru’s fingers brush across your bare skin, Satoru kneels right in front of you like he had when he’d slipped up your shorts, but this time he’s kissing up your thigh. “Mnh! Toru…”
“He taught us a lot,” Satoru murmurs softly, nipping your inner thigh and grinning so damn cute up at you again. “All about the cli- tor - iss.”
“Satoru stop doing that,” Suguru grumbles. “It’s a clit.”
“Yeah, that,” you giggle all breathless, when he tugs at your thigh. “Put it up on my shoulder and lean back on Sugu.”
“Y-yes,” you do just that, the curve of your back against Suguru’s hard chest, thigh thrown over one of Satoru’s shoulders, gasping when he nuzzles your cunt, his straight nose bumping it. “Nghh!”
“There it is,” he muses, Suguru’s hands come to grip your bare breasts, feeling the weight of them against his palms, thumbs brushing your nipples while Satoru’s fingers dimple the flesh of your thigh. “Hi there cutie.”
“You’re so crazy,” you say all breathless, he laughs and vibrates against it, the lines of his teeth on your puffy lips, you’re trembling, juices drippin’ all down his pretty face as he nudges your puffy lips apart. “My clit is cute?”
“All of you is, but she’s twtichin’ all adorable, hah –” Satoru laps the tip of his tongue up it, making you jolt, the sensations shooting up to your addled brain, his wings fluttering so that all the fairy dust hits your senses. It just makes it feel that much better, more pleasure, so much you almost cum from nothing. “Mmm…”
“God,” Suguru looks at your face – the pleasure on it, his own cock straining against the small of your back, thumb and forefingers tweaking the peaks of your breasts, making them even more sensitive. “You like him licking it Princess?”
“Mhm,” you’re nodding weakly, a hand entangled delicately in Satoru’s pretty white locks, thighs trembling as your cunt just spurts liquid drips all down him, his tongue gathering it all at your entrance, gulping it down greedily. “Toru… Sugu…”
“That’s it,” Suguru whispers, wrapping a hand gently around your throat and applying pressure, thumb right over your pulse point that’s fluttering just like his wings, softly brushing against you and wrapping your upper half. Everywhere they touch sets it on fire. “We researched you may like some pressure on your throat, but I will be very careful. Do you want that, pretty?”
“Y-yes,” are you having a wet dream, no way Suguru – your fairy godparent – is asking permission to choke you, while Satoru’s lapping up your slit all greedy. Surely you are violating every Fairy Godparent code known to man.
Yet, when Suguru squeezes and kisses you, and Satoru’s fingers bruisingly grip your hips – it’s worth whatever insane ass fairy jail you’d have to go to. Arching and rolling your hips to fuck Satoru’s pretty face with his urging, Suguru applying more pressure to your windpipe until you’re dizzy, cunt pulsing around nothing, aching to get filled.
“Are you close, sweetheart?” Satoru asks, flicking his tongue again, you nod and he grins. “Then cum for us, let us see. Please?”
“Pretty Please?” Their wings buzz as you nod weakly, Satoru sucking your little clit in his mouth and humming.
Oh he is better than any vibrator, stroking his own cock to get some relief, fluttering his tongue so fast you shatter for him, cumming with gushes of slick that spurt and drip all over his face. He drinks it down greedily, moaning and lapping every little bit of it he can, your hands pulling his hair so hard it hurts – just making him leak that much more pre for you.
“You’re so good for us,” Suguru whispers, releasing your throat and kissing up it like a little apology, where his fingers had gripped, you’re gasping for a greedy breath, eyelashes fluttering when Satoru kisses your cunt and eases your thigh down.
“Better than your toy?” You giggle at that, nodding, he stands and kisses you, spitting your own release right into your mouth, before he picks you up and lays you down on the bed, you bounce gently, watching as the two of them go to undress.
“Wait…” You bite your lip, leaning up on your elbows. “I wish for you both to just be naked already.”
Poof goes their clothes, Satoru’s lithe and cut frame next to Suguru’s – just a little broader, muscled thighs and their skin damn near shimmers underneath the soft lights from your ceiling. Their wings are even prettier like this, little motes all over the room escaping with every gentle buzz.
Their cocks are bigger than you even thought – thick, veiny cocks that are damn near the same size, Satoru’s is a little more curved up, a pink blushed tip with so much pre leaking out of it. Suguru’s is a little darker, his cock smacking his belly button before hanging there. The two of them are so ready they’re dripping all that cum down on your carpet.
You sure the fuck won’t complain.
Though…
“I don’t know if you all will fit,” you murmur, they’re both over eight inches and thick and you haven’t even gotten to take cock yet.
“We will,” Satoru grins and walks over to you, pressing you down on your back, his pre cum dripping across your lips, making them white as you open your mouth, licking his tip and making him cry out. “Oh your mouth…”
Suguru settles between your thighs, laying prone and moaning at the sight of you, parting your lips. “You’re so much prettier than that chart.”
“Chart? Mph!” Satoru shoves his cock inside your mouth a little too eagerly, you moan around it, feeling Suguru’s hot tongue run up your slit, shoving your thighs up a little too eager, rutting his cock on your mattress.
“Fuck s’pretty,” he mumbles, pussy drunk off two licks, he’s not the usual controlled, calm Suguru – no he’s a munch, devouring your cunt as he slides two fingers deep inside, the dual sensations plus Satoru’s cock in your mouth too fucking much. “Mmm, taste s’sweet f-fuck…”
“Feels s’perfect,” Satoru’s whimpering, rutting his cock greedily now into the warm recesses of your mouth, you swallow reflexively, he’s brushing your hair back gently, reverently brushing his fingers on your cheekbone. “Better than a-anything, you’re all ours.”
Theirs.
You’re theirs.
It keeps echoing in their minds, as Satoru fucks your throat and Suguru has you squirting across his fingers, against his plump lips, earning his desperate moans, pulling those fingers out and eyeing the mess that’s dripping down his fingers. He sucks them off, leaning over you now, you pull back from Satoru and Suguru kisses you, tasting Satoru’s pre and your sweetness on your tongue.
Before you can really comprehend what’s happening, Satoru’s behind you and you’re on all fours – earning a good girl from your fairy godparents. He’s swiping that pink tip through the soppy mess your cunt is, gathering it and easing in your entrance, Suguru’s laid in front of you with his thighs spread, letting you suck his cock, drool spilling down to his heavy balls.
Satoru leans over you, a hand brushing your hair to one side, kissing up the side of your neck, his wings are causing blue glitter to sprinkle and dissolve in the air, as Suguru’s hands gently tug your hair. “You all right sweetheart?”
“Y-yes,” he eases further, making you cry out, and they both pause, panicking just a bit. “I’m g-good, god don’t stop.”
“You s-sure pretty?” Satoru whispers, easing back and moaning, a low hum in his throat – seeing the way your cunt is swallowing him up, more of him disappearing in that tiny, quivering hole. “Just like this?”
“Yes, mmhmm!” Your mouth wraps Suguru again, he’s exhaling at the sight of your eyes rolling back in your skull when Satoru bottoms out with a squelching thrust, his balls slapping your twitchy clit. Your hands cling to Suguru’s thighs, feeling his wings brushing your face as Satoru’s brushes your overheated skin on your back.
“You’re takin’ me so well,” Suguru’s encouragement has you going deeper, Satoru’s bottomed out now, as you try to get used to the stretch, your cunt gushing and drooling, making every thrust just a little easier. “You’re full of us, hmm?”
“So full of us,” Satoru leans forward and begins to fuck you harder, tugging your head off Suguru’s cock so he can kiss you, hungry and messy, wrapping you with his wings in a gossamer shade of blue. “Feel us, sweetheart? You’re made for us – no boyfriends… fuck you’re too tight, mnh…”
“All us,” Suguru agrees, thumb slipping in between your lips and pressing as Satoru slams your cervix, easing back to grab your hips and rock his cock in and out, tip dragging along that sensitive spot inside.
You moan around Suguru’s girth as he begins to fuck you, the initial twinge of pain now pure ecstasy – Satoru and Suguru are taking you over, the mix of their wings fluttering and their cocks, hands, mouths a drug themselves. Their soft praises and little whimpers as they lose themselves with you.
Satoru’s pace turns brutal, the thing about fairies is they’re strong and fast, but you want it – arching back for every time his hips snap against your ass, your cunt just fluttering around him, making him cry out, fingers gripping your waist so tight. Every fuck makes you take Suguru’s pretty cock deeper down your throat, choking on it and gagging, tears prick at the corners of your eyes.
“Don’t take too much,” he whispers, his fingers tightening in your hair as he watches you bottom out. “Fuck, so greedy for us, aren’t you, Princess?”
You can only moan in response, the vibrations making Suguru tremble and pulse inside your stretched throat, already sore, your cunt steadily being beat up by Satoru’s huge cock, his wings flutter wildly as he gets closer, feeling you tremble all around him, sending another cascade of blue glitter raining down around you three.
“Cum for us again, sweetheart,” Satoru whispers, already so close he’s having trouble holding back. He’s never felt anything as good as your perfect little cunt – sucking him in like she’s made for it. “Let us see how pretty you are.”
You fall apart, barely able to cling to any sense of reality – you are getting fucked by your fairy godparents, after all. Your cunt is milking Satoru, your throat milking Suguru, the two of them whimpering as much as they’re moaning, fucking both your mouth and cunt fully, barely letting you get air.
“Gonna fill you up with all my cum,” Satoru whispers, burying himself deep and rolling his hips. “You want it sweetheart?”
Suguru pulls back, you watch his cock visibly twitch, his breaths ragged as they let you answer. “I want both of you to.”
“Good girl…” They both murmur it, and Suguru eases his cock back inside your mouth, Satoru slamming your cervix one more time, spilling his glittery – yes, fairy cum is glittery – white ropes inside your gummy walls, hot and thick just flooding you.
“Takin’ all of it, m-my good girl mnh,” Satoru’s whining desperately, fucking his cum inside you to plug it up and keep it there. Suguru follows moments later, his cock twitching as he paints your tastebuds and the roof of your mouth with his glittery release. You swallow every drop, it’s sweet, candy level sweet cum, you’re sucking it even after, until Suguru is a trembling mess.
“Princess, ah! T-too much…” You pull back apologetically, and they both smile at you.
“Still want a boyfriend, brat?” Satoru pulls out of you, watching the mess of white pour and moaning, taking his fingers and shoving it back in.
“Not at all… I just was so sure you all didn’t…”
“Hey,” Satoru leans forward and kisses you, swiping drool off the corner of your lips. “We love you.”
“We do love you,” Suguru whispers, leaning forward to pull your body against him. “So much. You’re ours.”
“I love you both, crazy ass fairies,” they laugh and soon you three lay there breathless, feeling their wings wrapping you in a shimmering cocoon, a mix of purple and blue, both fairies holding you close, and you’re just in a perfect little world with them. You giggle at the sensation, turning to see Suguru grinning all big.
“You’re so perfect,” Suguru murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Absolutely perfect.”
“You are baby,” Satoru whispers, kissing your forehead, your nose, nuzzling it and sighing. “Worth breaking every rule.”
“How much trouble will we be in?” You ask then, their wings fall just a bit, both sighing at the question.
“Mmm, we will be in a lot of trouble,” Satoru admits, laughing just a bit. “But I already have my speech planned.”
“Dear god, let me write it,” Suguru’s kissing your shoulders now, his cock hard already, nudging your cunt that’s drippin’ Satoru’s cum. “S-sorry, I didn’t realize it would happen again so fast.”
“S’okay,” you’re arching back, making him hiss, as Satoru’s long fingers grip underneath your chin, slamming his lips on yours again. “What’s the plan – ah!”
Suguru’s pressing his tip inside, Satoru lifts your thigh so Suguru can go deeper, his own cock spurting pre on your tummy. You whine out at it, rocking back against him, Satoru’s rutting on your skin, his balls smacking against your clit as he uses any surface of your pretty body he can to fuck.
“Mmm, gonna tell ‘em you’re my bride,” his grin is precious. “They can’t say no to that shit.”
“I want her to be my bride,” Suguru slams in your cunt, Satoru gasps. “What, you thought you’d have her to yourself?”
“I’ll share, sometimes,” he’s yanking you to him, off Suguru’s cock, slamming his own back inside. “Mmm, tell him pookie, all me.”
“C-can’t you two share? Ah!”
“She’s mine,” Suguru has you back down bottoming out on his cock, you’re drooling against Satoru’s lips as he kisses you, using one of your hands to stroke his cock – still slick with you. “My princess.”
“Great, how are w-we gonna explain this?”
“We’ll f-figure it out,” you breathe out, feeling Suguru’s cock slam into you harder – skin smacking as his pelvis hits your ass over and over, making you convulse in between your fairy godparents. “Not tonight, just… wish you both to keep cummin’ inside me.”
Well who are they if not your fairy godparents – of course they’ll grant that wish for you. <3
this was sm fun aha, comms are closed atm but I should open them back up in march <33 hope you enjoyeddd
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