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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ how long does it take to fuck your brother's best friend? (four whole days)

synopsis. suguru comes home to visit from college at the same time you do—except he brings satoru along. this is going to be a long break

word count. 8.5k (i am tired of this tomfoolery)

contents. college! au, brother's best friend! satoru, fem! reader, minors do not interact, three-year age gap (you're both early twenties), slightly mean satoru (when you’re kids), slight enemies to lovers, jealous! satoru, mentions of reader having an ex-bf, male masturbation, satoru is taller + carries reader, cunnilingus, fingering, handjobs, unprotected sex, brief mentions of alcohol (satoru), creampie, pet names (baby + sweetheart), not proofread i could not be bothered i’m sorry

notes. this was not supposed to be this long bye i am embarrassingly down bad for the blue-eyed freak

everyone knows that where there is satoru, there is suguru—and likewise, where there is suguru, there is satoru.

they’re a bit of a packaged deal, really. satoru befriends your brother in what you think must be some twisted stroke of luck—there is no way suguru would lower his standards for some rich bastard who’s had life made for him since the day he was born. but apparently, he does, and you’re stuck with a white-haired nuisance in your house at least once a week. for years.

you’ve known satoru since he was a whiny, snot-faced, and spoiled little brat. back then, he used to call you toothless—you were six, it’s normal for children at the age of six to lose a few teeth. just because satoru is nine and has grown his teeth back doesn’t mean he escaped the toothless phase himself—but satoru is just a jerk like that, pushes your buttons, and calls out your insecurities to get a good laugh.

you don’t smile with your mouth open even once around him that summer, not until suguru assures you that regardless of how many teeth you have, you have a lovely smile.

when you’re twelve, puberty does its thing, and now you’re stuck with acne-prone skin—also a normal occurrence for people your age, but satoru makes sure to point out the giant pimple on your forehead every time he sees you. you make sure to let him know his haircut is as awful as his sense of style, and suguru tries his best not to choke himself with his charger as you both bicker.

satoru is gone that entire summer for a family cruise that you’re sure costs double your house—he comes back frighteningly taller than you remember him within the span of just a few weeks.

it’s been like that since you were kids. he comes over, finds a new thing to pick on through his smug grins and smooth chuckles, and you fume as you bite back with just as snarky rebuttals. he makes sure to never cross the line of going too far—it’s more for suguru’s sake, you’re fairly sure—but stays right on the dot of getting just under your skin.

he’s annoying. a jerk. a rich snob. a privileged dickhead. he’s rude and disrespectful, with no tact, let alone any semblance of respect. you don’t understand what could possibly make suguru want to hang around such a douchebag, but suguru cares about satoru—and satoru has always been there for your brother.

you don’t understand it, but you respect it. as long as he doesn’t wet your entire bathroom sink and mirror in the mornings after he stays over, you suppose you can coexist.

but you haven’t seen him in ages—not outside of suguru’s instagram stories and posts. it’s been a long few years since the two of them have left for college, and by the time you leave too, life has its funny way of working, and, well…you don’t bump into him anymore. it doesn’t occur to you that satoru is not the same guy you used to know until you come back home to visit after your second year of college.

“suguru,” you call, “i borrowed your hoodie. but you can have it back—”

you cut yourself off when you open the door to your brother’s room, and lo and behold, stands a very shirtless gojo satoru, the white-haired and blue-eyed asshole you’ve had to deal with since childhood. except he’s way taller than you remember him—just how much does this guy grow, exactly? his shoulders are broader and….and since when did he have abs? there’s a small tattoo just under his collarbone—when did he even get that? his hair is also longer, just enough to fall over his forehead and curtain those striking blue eyes of his.

he looks…well, handsome. very handsome, in fact. dangerously handsome that it catches you by surprise as you blink.

he’s still shirtless, holding his t-shirt in his hands as he grins.

“hey, toothless,” he greets, voice deeper than the last time you heard it—but it still sounds relatively the same. you think you’d always recognize satoru’s voice, whether you’d like to or not. and, of course, he just has to still use that ridiculous nickname after all these years. “long time no see.”

“i have all my teeth now—i have for a long time, y’know. and put a shirt on, you freak,” you huff, rolling your eyes, “where’s suguru?”

“what, you don’t enjoy the view?” he motions at his bare torso, like the shameless bastard he is, “most girls love this view—”

“and yet, you’re still single,” you cut him off, staring at him pointedly.

he grins impossibly wider, tugging his shirt over his body swiftly—you have to exercise all ounces of control not to gulp as you watch his biceps flex.

“keepin’ track of my love life?” he wiggles his brows, “i know older men can be appealing but have a little class. your poor brother would lose his shit if you went after his best friend—”

“satoru,” you sigh, pinching your nose, “do you age backward or something? how are you still this obnoxious after so long?”

“i practice in the mirror,” he winks, “it’s my charm.”

“that’s hardly charming,” you roll your eyes, “anyway, whenever suguru comes back, let him know i left his hoodie, yeah?”

“sure,” he chuckles.

and then you close the door as you leave—right before you stop, pause, and open it up again as you’re sticking your head back in when you make a shocking realization.

“wait, how long are you here for?” you ask, eyes wide.

he has the audacity to look smug as he taps his chin and pretends to think—“oh, y’know. just the rest of break. my old man took my mom on some trip, so i’m killing time here,” he shrugs.

great. lovely. wonderful. just what you needed.

you wish he’d drop dead—maybe suguru will finally be forced to go outside of his one-man circle and actually befriend some respectable people.

“you can’t just stay at your place?” you hiss, “it’s certainly big enough.”

“well, why be lonely in an empty home when we can have fun here?” he hums, “consider yourself lucky—you get to be housemates with me for a—”

“keep to yourself,” you warn, cutting him off again through narrowed eyes and a dangerous glare—satoru only looks more amused, raising his hands up in surrender.

with that, you turn again and almost shut the door when he calls for you—“hey, toothless,” he says lowly, making you pause before turning to him with a raised brow. he smiles—it’s so unlike that usual smirk of his…somehow this one is a bit gentler as he murmurs, “you look good. grew up well, y’know.”

you blink. you’re not ready for that…didn’t expect a compliment from gojo satoru himself—especially not after all this time of throwing mediocre insults your way.

you decide he must be messing with you, so you purse your lips as you click your teeth in irritation. “yeah, sure,” you say dryly.

you can hear his chuckles as you close the door again—this is going to be a long break.

—————

just as expected, the house is simply not big enough for you and satoru.

the first time you run into him happens to be first thing after waking up—you’re walking up to the door just as he twists the knob and opens it, walking out shirtless. again.

this time, however, he’s got beads of water rolling down his skin from his shower, right between his pecs, as a towel hangs around his shoulders. you can see his tattoo from up close now, a small infinity sign right under his collarbone that contrasts against his pale skin.

how tacky, you think—just as you’d expect, even his choice of tattoos is questionable.

his hair is wet—it’s sticking to his forehead instead of the multiple directions it usually scatters around in that messy way it always does. you’ve only felt satoru’s hair once—when you were fifteen, and you’d hit him in the back of the head as you walked past him at the breakfast table. he’d made a jab at your dark circles. tests were around the corner, and unlike satoru, your grades actually mattered. you didn’t expect his hair to be so soft, but it is, and you almost itch to twirl the strands around your fingers for a quick feel.

instead, you scowl and stomp off to your room as soon as your dishes are washed.

his hair is probably just as soft now—maybe even softer now that he actually probably cares to look after it. you’ve heard suguru grumble about using two-in-one shampoo too many times when he comes back from spending the night at satoru’s. for a second, your fingers twitch to reach up and brush through a few strands on his forehead—just to feel them because they look soft. nothing else.

the urge is quickly killed as soon as he opens his mouth, however.

“oh, hey there, roomie,” he grins, “you’re really doing all you can to catch me half naked, huh?”

“don’t flatter yourself,” you grumble.

“i’m just sayin’,” he chuckles, “that’s twice now. if you ask nicely, i might walk around like this just for you.”

it’s way too early for this.

by early, it’s actually late noon. now that finals aren’t killing your free time, you stay up until ungodly hours to catch up with your social life—and it doesn’t help that you can hear satoru and suguru stay up playing video games the next room over, either. suguru is probably still sleeping.

that’s a bit of a shocker, in fact—usually, it’s satoru that has to be dragged out of your brother’s room to have breakfast (or brunch, really) before the kitchen is cleared up. why satoru is up first is beyond you.

maybe it’s just a cruel way for the universe to enjoy watching more of your veins pop.

“does that apply to asking you to leave? because then i suppose i can ask rather politely.”

he grins, eyes sparkling with amusement as he shoots you that smile with those pearly whites that irritate you to no end. you’re not sure why, but something about his smile looks so much different nowadays—something about it just seems so….mature.

that’s a word you didn’t think you’d ever use to describe satoru.

“mm, not quite,” he hums, “you’re still stuck with me.”

“whatever,” you mutter, rolling your eyes. “move, i want to shower before suguru wakes up.”

“you have time,” he steps to the side, letting you enter the bathroom, “he’s probably not waking up anytime soon—woah.”

satoru’s shirt is on the floor—why, you may ask? because he’s an annoying idiot who doesn’t have to clean up after himself when people have always been around to do it for him. he never has to care to aim and toss his clothes into the hamper because the maids will pick up after him anyway. old habits die hard, you suppose—you’ve listened to suguru complain about satoru’s messiness not improving even after being his roommate for the last few years. it’s never been your problem, but you don’t appreciate it now that you’re slipping over the fabric on the tiled floor, falling backwards with a squeal.

but satoru’s quick—he catches you with those strong arms of his and wraps them tightly around you, keeping you securely in place as he steadies you against his chest.

his bare chest, in fact.

you can feel the slight dampness seeping into your shirt, and you can feel his hot breath on your neck as he exhales in relief once he makes sure you’re safe. you almost shiver—almost, but you manage to scrape together enough self-control to stay painfully still in his grasp.

“you okay?” he murmurs gently, voice a low whisper against your skin. there’s no bite to his words. no amusement or teasing or even smugness. it’s genuine, the way he checks on you.

this is…new. very, very new.

“yeah,” you breathe, letting out a sharp breath. and then—“maybe keep your clothes in the fucking hamper next time, though.”

“sorry,” the smile in his voice is almost audible—you can’t see it from where you are, but you can hear it in his voice. you roll your eyes, and satoru makes no move to loosen his arms around you. for some reason, you don’t move.

you’re not sure why, but you just don’t.

“you’re still just as messy, huh?” you roll your eyes—he laughs, and it’s a smooth, boyish chuckle that almost makes you wonder for a moment if this is why girls seem to love satoru so much despite his god-awful personality.

it’s a pretty beautiful sound—you hate that you have to admit that to yourself.

“yeah,” he admits, “it drives suguru nuts.”

“yeah, i can’t imagine why,” you snort. it’s like that for a moment—satoru’s muscled arms around you and hard chest pressed against your back. finally, you clear your throat. “you can let go now, you know.”

“right,” he mumbles, slowly pulling away—and when you turn to face him….is that disappointment? on his face? you don’t get a chance to be sure because then he’s bending down to pick up his shirt before he’s standing—he’s already wiped the expression from his features completely by then. “sorry about that, toothless. i’ll keep my shirts off the floor next time.”

“that would be so kind of you,” you smile sarcastically.

and then you shut the door in his face and exhale as you lean against the wall.

this is going to be a longer break than you thought.

—————

the next time you run into him, it’s late at night. everyone is asleep—even your brother and his headache of a best friend, if the silence tells you anything. you can’t sleep, though, so you make your way to the kitchen to hunt for snacks. you’re skimming through the pantry before your eyes land on a surprise—a box of strawberry pocky sits nice and enticingly, right there for you to open and devour.

you grin, reaching over when—

“those are mine,” satoru calls, stepping into the kitchen, “brought them over myself. you should ask before touching people’s things.”

“you literally ate my leftovers the other night,” you say incredulously.

“those were yours? i thought they were suguru’s.” he raises a brow in surprise, making you click your teeth in irritation.

“the principle of asking still applies,” you purse your lips. and then defiantly, you open the box and grab a pack right before his eyes.

he scowls—but you know he doesn’t actually mind because he waits for you to finish grabbing yours before taking the box and grabbing his own pack and a coke from the fridge. you both take a seat at the kitchen table, across from each other, as you open the packaging and silently eat your newfound snack.

it’s satoru who breaks the silence first.

“do you still throw away the ends of these?”

you huff indignantly, not meeting his eyes as you take a bite off the strawberry-covered end, stopping at just where the cookie portion is uncoated. “yes. i’m eating these for the coating—not the bland biscuit part.”

“what’re you, five?” he snickers, earning a glare from you. defiantly, you pop the end of the pocky stick into your mouth just to prove a point—and then the look of distaste makes him cackle louder.

“shut up,” you hiss, “you talk too much.”

“the ladies love it when i do,” he bats his lashes—you stare at him blankly, unimpressed.

“yeah, as if.”

“hey, my ex-girlfriend totally did,” he defends.

ex-girlfriend? that’s a bit of a shocker—you didn’t know satoru dated anyone in the last few years, you haven’t seen or heard anything of it through suguru’s end. in all realness, you didn’t even think satoru was the boyfriend type…but then again, he’s not really the anything type. he just kind of exists to take up space and be the bane of your existence.

“i hope the poor girl is recovering well after dating you,” you shake your head, feigning a concerned look on your face that makes him roll his eyes—they’re still disturbingly bright even in the dark kitchen, dimly lit by the slightest bit of moonlight pouring in through the small window.

“i dated her freshman and sophomore year,” he says casually. you also didn’t expect that—that it lasted that long. something about satoru doesn’t strike you as the long-term relationship kind of guy. something about him doesn’t seem like the relationship kind of guy at all. not because he’s the type to mess around casually, but because he seems the type to seem disinterested all around—he’s snobby like that. “she was…alright, i guess.”

yeah. very snobby.

“you are such a sick bastard,” you spit.

he snorts, taking a bite of his pocky as he shakes his head in amusement. you’re as feisty as ever—it’s always fun riling you up, even if unintentionally.

“hey, it’s not like she was bad. she was just…well, she wasn’t interested in me like that either,” he shrugs, “i think it was just the sex. it was good, can’t lie there.”

“you’re so gross,” you roll your eyes, “have some decorum.”

“what, you’re still sixteen?” he raises a brow, lips curling into a smirk as he reaches for another pocky, “can’t say the word s-e-x?”

“i don’t broadcast my sexual activities out in the open,” you shrug.

satoru chuckles, taking a bite that more or less finishes the entire stick in one go before he presses a finger to his lips, “shh. don’t say that too loud—suguru will come chase you from his room if he hears.”

“suguru,” you groan, “he’s such a pain to have around sometimes. y’know i dated this one guy last year. i think suguru might’ve paid him to dump me.”

“i know. he definitely thought about it,” satoru hums, “he used to go off about it all the time. he was right, though—that guy was a total prick.”

something about you is mildly shocked that satoru knows about your private life—sure, it’s not outrageous or even the slightest bit unlikely that suguru mentions you. satoru and suguru are best friends, and you happen to be suguru’s sister—of course, suguru is bound to mention you here and there. it’s just the fact that satoru even pays attention to anything to do with you that surprises you—although you suppose it would be a good way for him to find his next source to push your buttons.

“i’m not surprised you think he’s a prick,” you nod, “it takes one to know one, after all.”

“oh yeah?” he snorts, waving you off, “i do, in fact remember anniversaries, y’know.”

“okay,” you sigh, defeated—your ex-boyfriend is admittedly not at the top of the list of your brightest choices. not even up halfway on the list. in fact, he’s so low on the list of good choices you’ve made, that willingly choosing to interact with satoru feels like an exceptional decision in comparison. and that’s saying something. “he was pretty bad. but he was really hot. when a guy looks like that, his values are the least of my worries.”

it’s a joke—you’re sure he knows that. but satoru takes a long sip from his coke, silent for a moment. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so serious, especially so suddenly.

“he can’t be that hot,” he mutters.

“oh he was really hot. probably the hottest guy i’ve ever talked to—” satoru bites his pocky a bit aggressively at that, “and he was so tall. maybe taller than you—how tall are you again? anyway, he was pretty enough to overlook his shortcomings.”

“he’s probably not taller than me,” he grumbles, frowning. you snort—men and their fragile little egos, you think in amusement.

“he was,” you tease, “he was so tall, i’d let him do whatever he wanted.”

“that’s a terrible way to look at it,” he scrunches his brows, “you shouldn’t let some guy walk all over you because he’s tall and his face is a bit easy on the eyes—”

“i know you’re not talking—”

“i’m serious,” he cuts you off. something about him reminds you of suguru for a moment—like he cares who you’re with because he has a reason to. as if you mean something to him, as if knowing someone who doesn’t deserve you has you in their palms is upsetting.

but then you shake the thought out of your head—satoru doesn’t care. he’s never had a reason to, and you don’t exactly plan to give him one, either.

“okay, dad,” you roll your eyes, “i learned my lesson. i have standards now.”

“good,” he nods—and then, as if to keep himself in character, he adds, “because i don’t want to help suguru kill someone, and it’s over something lame like forgetting his little sister’s anniversary. i’d like to go to jail for something more badass.”

“you and badass don’t belong in the same sentence,” you raise a brow. “let’s be realistic.”

“oh yeah? that’s rich coming from—”

“guys, it is five in the morning,” suguru grumbles, throwing a water bottle at satoru’s head. you glance at the kitchen entrance, eyeing a half-asleep and very irritable suguru as he crosses his arms, “can’t you idiots fight over who’s more of a loser at reasonable hours? some of us like to sleep.”

“want one?” you offer your pack of pocky, holding it out to him.

suguru blinks, contemplating for a second before sighing and trudging over.

“yeah,” he mutters, flicking your forehead. “gimme that.”

you watch woefully as suguru takes the entirety of your pack, swiftly sitting next to satoru and leaving you empty-handed. satoru snickers obnoxiously at the deflated look on your face—and then he holds out his pack to you.

you look between him and the pack for a moment before giving him a genuine smile. it’s a rare sight—he drinks it in as you carefully take one and bicker over something with suguru.

you’re pretty when you smile, he thinks—pretty enough that if you had horrible values (which you don’t), he might feel inclined to understand your (awful) reasoning for a moment.

and then he blinks and shakes the thoughts out of his head—it’s going to be a long break.

—————

satoru meets you when you’re six.

he’s nine at the time, and he feels on top of the world knowing he’s three whole years older than you—in hindsight, three years is not a very large gap, but to nine-year-old him, it feels like centuries. he’s remembered you as the fun little drama queen that’s too easy to poke fun at for years—that’s all you’ve always been: suguru’s younger sister who puffs her cheeks out and scowls way too often to be normal, the girl that’s way too easy to tease than should be standard.

somehow, he wasn’t expecting for you to come back so grown…and so hot. suddenly, it really hits him that you’re not a kid—have not really been for a long time now. he’s always treated you like you’re way younger than he is, way too little to be in his presence and be worthy of it—but you’ve really become a fine young woman.

a magnetizing one, in fact.

it’s now his third night at your house—your parents are as lovely and welcoming as ever, and suguru is always a good time to be around. but somehow, satoru is not satisfied. not anywhere near sated by the few, minimal moments of contact with you.

when did you get so pretty? although, as much as satoru has always liked to poke fun at you, you’ve never been ugly. not even a little—but you’ve grown into your features better, outgrown the awkward teenage era of your life, and now present yourself with a newfound confidence that just looks…so good. satoru doesn’t see his best friend's kid sister anymore—no, there’s something so alluring about you now.

the nail on the coffin that solidifies he’s officially screwed is when you mention your ex-boyfriend—why would your dating life make him this irrationally angry? why is the thought of someone being on the receiving end of your praise (and shameless heart-eyes) so aggravating for him?

he doesn’t know—but what he does know is that the raging boner has been killing him all morning ever since he woke up from…well, less than proper dreams about you.

so now he’s here, forehead pressed against your shower wall as the hot water hits his back, swollen cock in his fist as he thumbs at the tip, teasing the slit just the way he likes. he thinks about you—how he’d show you what makes him feel good, how you’d probably learn fast and take care of him just the way he needs.

your hand would look so much daintier compared to his—smaller, but he’s sure it would still feel infinitely better.

he bites his lip, fighting back a moan as he strokes himself slowly, pre cum smeared along the length of his hard, aching cock—red and angry at the tip, leaking with more pre cum no matter how many times his thumb collects every drop.

“f-fuck—” he breathes, and his voice lets out a shaky, breathy little call of your name—he’s screwed if anyone hears it. he’s sure you and suguru will both band together to kill him, but thankfully, the words are lost in the sound of the shower running. “fuck baby,” he says hoarsely, voice cracking ever so slightly as he whines.

it’s soft and quiet, the noises he makes—careful and deliberately hushed to make sure no one hears the improper way he’s thinking of you right now. but fuck, your tits are so pretty when you walk out of your room in a t-shirt in the mornings—he can just tell you’re not wearing a bra. he can’t stop thinking about it, can’t stop trying to picture what they’d look like uncovered and bouncing.

“jus’ like that, baby,” he pants, whimpering softly as he squeezes around his tip, teasing himself with that slow, painful pace of his.

satoru is sure that if it were you, that if the hand stroking his cock right now was yours, you would never let him cum so easily—you’d drag it out just like this, pump him slowly and twist your hand around him in a pace that’s painfully not enough before ever thinking about letting him come undone.

it’s just the way that you are—never ready to back down from a challenge, unwilling to go down without a fight. but he loves it, he thinks—lives for the way you keep him on his toes and work for the satisfaction.

“more,” he gasps, “n-need more—gimme more, sweetheart.”

he imagines it—the way you’d kiss his jaw, maybe even the corner of his mouth, as you hum. say please, toru, you’d probably say—and fuck, he’d kill to hear you say toru.

“please,” he rasps, “please, baby. d-don’t tease.”

he can practically hear your light giggles, the sweet, okay, baby. no more teasing, that you might whisper. he’d also kill to hear you call him baby—he’s almost nauseous at the idea that some other guy must’ve heard the pet name from your lips before him. and then he lets himself pump his erection faster, squeezing tighter as his thighs quiver while he stands in the shower.

fuck—you feel so good. you’re not even here, but he’s sure you do, and he’s desperate to envision it. it practically hurts—the way he’s so hard and swollen and ready to release. just for you, he wants to tell you, he’s going to cum all for you.

“baby,” he whimpers, “‘m so, so close—fuck ‘m gonna cum. ‘s for you—gonna cum for you—ngh, sh-shit.”

and then there’s cum on the tile walls, on his hands, on his abs as they flex with every labored breath. satoru cums—hard. his eyes are squeezed shut, lips parted with a silent cry as he pants and strokes himself through his high. you’d kiss him, he likes to think, on his jaw and cheeks and maybe the tip of his nose as you sit on his lap and work him through his orgasm. you’d watch him closely, take in the way he comes undone for you, maybe even call him your pretty boy as he paints your hand white with his seed.

would you praise him? murmur softly into his ear and seal the gentle words with a kiss to his skin? would you stroke his hair from his face as you admire his blissful, fucked out little expression? maybe he’d ask you then—maybe he’d ask you to admit he’s way more handsome than that douchebag you dated as your hand holds his softening cock, sticky with his release.

god, what he wouldn’t do to see your hands coated with his cum—did you do this for your ex? did he look as hot as you claim he was when he came for you? the thought makes him sour—he grits his teeth and clenches his jaw at the idea, panting and catching his breath as he stares down at the mess he’s made.

he should feel bad—this is wrong. so, so wrong—suguru would kill him if he was aware satoru was lusting over his little sister. but it felt so fucking good—he’s never cum as hard as when he’s pictured cumming for you.

it can’t be that wrong, if that’s the case—can it?

——

“suguru,” your voice is shrill, deadly—like you’re out for blood. “next time you jack off in the shower, maybe clean the fucking wall? are you joking?”

“wha—i definitely cleaned that,” suguru defends.

oh, fuck, satoru thinks—he forgot to clean that. so he makes himself very scarce and stays within the confinements of suguru’s bedroom—his messy habits are starting to really catch up to him. if his defense, he really would clean that up…it’s just that he was a bit distracted.

“so you admit you jack off in our shower? our shower?” you sound inconsolable, downright devastated, and borderline hysterical. having siblings seems like a lot of trouble, he thinks—but then again, sometimes satoru is jealous of your bond with suguru. it’d be nice to have someone in his family he can actually depend on. “keep that shit for your bedroom, you jackass!”

“well, how am i supposed to do that when satoru is there? you tell me.”

“i don’t know! figure it the fuck out—you guys probably jack off together anyway.”

“what?” suguru sounds appalled, “we do not—that’s outrageous.”

“whatever,” you say—you sound almost murderous as you warn, “next time you better clean up your fucking mess, you asshole.”

satoru can’t help but smile a little—your pointer finger is definitely held up as you scold suguru—you’re so cute when you’re mad, he thinks. he almost wants to step out and catch a glimpse, but he decides against it for now.

silently, satoru thanks his best friend for taking one for the team—even if it was unknowingly.

—————

it’s night four.

satoru has surprisingly kept to himself—he even promptly looked away after meeting your eyes in the kitchen yesterday morning as you walked in for breakfast. that’s…new. a lot about satoru is new.

he’s taller and more muscular now—at one point, suguru used to tower over his scrawny little form. now he’s seemed to grow into his body, seemed to learn how to style himself better, and actually do his hair a bit. it’s still messy now that he’s just lazing around in your home—but it’s oddly handsome.

scarily handsome, in fact.

you don’t enjoy the idea of thinking about the jerk of your childhood like that—but ever since you felt the hard press of his chest against your back, sometimes you wonder what it’s like to know satoru outside of just your older brother’s obnoxious friend.

maybe, somewhere along the line, had you put your pride aside and actually tried to get to know him, maybe you both could at least be friendly. but then again, there’s never been any real animosity between you two—you can share a lighthearted talk from time to time, like that night in the kitchen.

you decide not to dwell on it too much, decide that he’s not really worth your thoughts when he’s just a guy who’s always been a bit too spoiled to learn how to be humble. instead, you go down to the kitchen to grab another pack of strawberry pocky—satoru will just have to deal with it. if he doesn’t want his snacks eaten, he shouldn’t keep them in the pantry where anyone could stumble across them.

you walk into the kitchen until—oh. it’s satoru. again.

“oh, hey,” he grins cheekily, taking a sip of his coke—he needs to break the habit of having so much sugar this late at night…but then again, why would it matter to you? “stalkin’ me?”

“for an unwelcomed guest, you sure do talk a lot,” you roll your eyes, making his lips curl into a smug little smirk.

“i don’t know—your parents seem to love having me over. what if i become their newest son?”

“i doubt my parents are looking to adopt you,” you raise a brow, slightly amused.

he hums, sipping his coke before blinking at you through those long, perfect lashes of his. “well, there are other ways to blend into a family. marriage, for example, is a great way.”

“you and my brother might as well marry each other,” you snort, “no one else will do it.”

“who said anything about suguru?” he winks, chuckling when your face twists into an exaggerated look of horror—always as dramatic as ever, you are. he can’t help but find an endearing side to it now.

satoru stands, walks over to where you are and stands in front of you as you scoff, shaking your head as you huff out a disbelieving chuckle.

“that’s pushing it,” you muse, “marrying you would be the last open option i’d have left—and even then i doubt i’d ever take it.”

“yeah?” he raises a brow, leaning in so close, you can practically feel his breath fan over you. he smells like expensive cologne and your shampoo—why is he using yours instead of suguru’s? before you can even ask him what he’s doing, he throws away the empty can of coke in the trash can behind you, eyes bright with amusement as your breath hitches.

it’s like he knows—the fucking asshole.

“yeah,” you breathe, “you don’t deserve me,” you try to say matter-of-factly. it comes off a bit more breathless than you intended—the air feels suffocating. maybe because satoru is so close, maybe because his breath is on your face, maybe because all you can smell and feel and hear is him.

you can’t find it in yourself to pull away—why aren’t you pulling away? it’s just like that day he caught you, when his arms wrapped around you and all you felt like doing was lean into his chest. what about satoru and you has shifted so quickly to make you want to do that? what makes him so easy to fall into when all you’ve always known was to shove at him?

he hums, leaning in closer and closer until his forehead touches yours. “you know who didn’t deserve you?” he asks, “that shitty ex of yours.”

you look up at him with wide eyes, speechless as his hands find purchase of your hips, grabbing them and pulling you closer—and against better judgment, your hands lay themselves across his chest. it’s as firm as you remember it.

“how would you know—”

“heard suguru rant about it all the time,” he murmurs, “how he forgot your dates. got you a shitty birthday present. didn’t show up to your anniversary. made you hang out with his friends and didn’t even meet half of yours. you’re tellin’ me he deserves you more than me?”

“he was hot—”

“yeah? and i’m not?”

he’s cocky—you hate that about him. always did. but he’s so close, so intoxicating, so irresistible, and fuck, he is hot—so incredibly hot, you’ve been losing sleep over it the last four nights no matter how hard you try to deny it.

“satoru, what are you—”

“y’know, i’ve been helping suguru pick your birthday presents since you were twelve. i’d pick you the best gifts,” his nose is brushing against yours now, lips just millimeters away from his as he speaks—“and i never forget an important date. i’m very punctual too, believe it or not. i’d meet your little friends—show ‘em what a catch i am when you introduce me.”

“and what am i supposed to do with this information?” you ask defiantly.

it’s a last-ditch effort—you both know this. you know exactly what he wants you to do with this information.

“i don’t know, sweetheart,” he chuckles, “what do you think?”

and then you’re kissing him—because fuck, satoru is right there, and how could you not? his chest is under your palms, his lips are right against yours, and you can feel his thumb rub circles into your hips.

so you kiss him—loop your arms around his neck and tug him closer and press your lips to his. he groans, responds almost instantly as his mouth molds against yours, kissing you deeper as his hand moves to cup your cheek.

your lips are softer than he thought, and his hair is silky against your fingers. you tug at the strands, grab a handful, and feel them against your fingers like you’ve wanted to for so long. and when he nips at your bottom lip, who are you to deny him? your lips part, letting his tongue slide in and taste you with a breathy sigh that makes your knees wobble.

“s-satoru,” you stutter, whispering between kisses, “suguru might come in like last time—”

“god,” he groans, head burying into your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against the skin, “don’t fucking talk about your brother right now. please.”

“my room,” you say urgently—it’s all he needs to hear before his hands are on your ass, grabbing you as you wrap your legs around his hips. it’s urgent, the way his mouth is back on yours—he doesn’t pull away even once the entire walk to your room, not even when he lets your back fall onto the mattress as he hovers over you, pressing kisses along your collarbone.

no bra, he notes happily, his hand sneaking under your shirt to toy with your pert nipples.

“god, you’ve been driving me fuckin’ crazy,” he mumbles, tugging the hem of your shirt over your arms and tossing it over his shoulder. he stares, takes in the sight of the same tits he’s been fantasizing over for the last few days in awe. “you know that? been thinkin’ about these for days,” he says lowly, cupping your tit and massaging as he presses a kiss to your jaw.

“you’re shameless,” you mutter, snorting before you cut yourself off with a gasp as he squeezes your nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers and pulling a soft whine from you.

“shhh,” he chuckles, tilting his head toward the wall next to you, “don’t want suguru to hear, do you? that wouldn’t be nice, would it?”

“it’ll be worse for you than me,” you grin, tugging at the hem of his own shirt, indicating you want it off. he grins widely, wiggling his brows and making you purse your lips.

“wanna see me shirtless again, huh? third times the charm, as they say,” he winks. you would retort with something as witty, but then your eyes fall on that tattoo again—right under his collarbone, making your hand reach out to trace it with your thumb.

“what compelled you to get this corny little tattoo of yours,” you grin, giggling as you trace over the small infinity sign.

for the first time, you think you witness satoru shy, blushing as he rubs the back of his neck and chuckles awkwardly. “that…that was an accident. when i got drunk for the first time.”

“oh,” you snort, “you’re so weak, satoru—”

“do me a favor, sweetheart,” he hums, cutting you off, “as much as i love when you say my name, say toru for me, yeah? i wanna hear it.”

you roll your eyes, huffing as your hand finds the back of his head and pulls him into another kiss, moaning into his mouth as he grinds the throbbing erection in his sweats over your heated core.

“toru,” you say breathlessly, “more.”

that’s all he needs to hear—satoru doesn’t waste a second before he’s crawling between your legs, sliding your cute little pajama pants down your legs before meeting your dripping pussy.

it’s wet—so wet, he almost wants to chuckle and tease you a bit. just for old-time's sake. but the ache that shoots down to his cock reminds him that he’s in no position to tease you when he’s not faring any better himself. so he spreads your legs, kisses lightly at your clit in a feather-like touch that has you whimpering and clutching the sheets in anticipation.

“how pretty,” he mumbles, “been hiding this pretty little thing all this time. what a perfect pussy.”

“satoru,” you gasp in embarrassment, hands reaching for his hair and tugging him closer to where you need him most—equal parts because you really need his mouth on your cunt and equal parts because you really need him to shut up.

but he chuckles, takes his time to spread your folds open with his thumbs, and watches in wonder as you flutter around nothing, arousal dripping and leaving a mess. it’s perfect—you’re perfect, and he wants to take his time with you.

“god, you’re soaked,” he groans, chuckling as he murmurs, “that’s fuckin’ cute.”

before you can even whine at the way his words are shameless, his mouth is back to kissing your clit, lips wrapping around it as he sucks and rolls his tongue along the sensitive bud. his fingers sink deep into you, pushing past your folds and slowly bullying into you until the tips of his fingers curl and brush against a spot that makes you squeal.

you gasp a breathy, “fuck, toru—” before he hums around your clit, vibrations making you whimper as he thrusts his fingers back in to hit that spot again. it’s sensitive, the way he makes you feel—your nerves are on fire, and your head is light, and fuck, it feels so good you can’t help but sob brokenly and squeeze your thighs around his head. he moans against your cunt, pulling his fingers out before letting his tongue lick a stripe along your slit, tasting you with a sharp inhale.

“f-feels good,” you whimper, biting your lip as your eyes crinkle at the corners from squeezing shut.

“yeah?” he hums, kissing your inner thigh, leaving a wet little sheen of his spit and your arousal on the skin, “that’s a good girl—just keep telling me how good i make you feel, kay?”

he could stay buried nose-deep into your pussy for as long as you let him—tongue alternating between fucking into you and rolling over your swollen clit, hearing the broken little gasps and whines of his name as you repeat toru over and over again like a prayer. his hand grips at your thigh, sinking his fingertips into the plush skin and rubbing soothingly with his thumb as you rut your hips and grind against his face.

satoru has half a mind to watch it again—to lick and suck at your core again and again just so he could burn into his mind what you look like when you cum. it’s divine—like he’s halfway to stepping into heaven and has to pause just to admire the sight before him.

your hips leave the mattress as your back arches, and your fingers tug relentlessly at his roots as your walls quiver, letting satoru taste every drop of your release as you press a palm to your hand and try to keep yourself from squealing at the pleasure.

suguru is right next door. you can’t wake him—can’t let him know this is what you and his best friend get up to in the late hours of the night.

it’s not until satoru pulls away, catching his breath as he wipes the wet trail on his chin does he realize how hard he is—how badly he’s aching as his cock strains against his sweats. he hisses as he frees himself; ridding his sweats and boxers and wrapping a large hand around the tip of his erection and smearing the leaking pre cum along his length.

you watch in awe, reaching over and replacing his hand with yours. satoru was right—your hand is infinitely smaller than his, and yet, it feels a great deal better. so much better, in fact, that his arms shake as he hovers over you, burying his head into your neck and groaning as you slowly stroke him, squeezing at the tip and rolling your thumb through the slit.

he didn’t even have to show you what he wanted, what makes him feel good, what makes his mind fog with pleasure and burn through every nerve. no, you figure it all out on your own, pulling strangled moans and hushed gasps from him that make your clit ache once more.

“fuck, baby,” he pants, “can’t last long like this—c’mon, g-gotta feel you.” gently, he pries your hand from his thick, pulsing cock, laying it against your stomach as he peers down in fascination. “i’ll be right here,” he hums, drawing a line on your skin right where his tip ends, “see that? that’s where you’ll feel me, sweetheart.”

“then let me feel you,” you murmur, cupping his cheeks and brushing a thumb over the skin, “fuck me, toru—wan’ it so bad.”

so he does—drags his tip along your folds and collects the slick pooling at your entrance before pushing his tip past your folds, splitting you in half as he slowly buries himself to the hilt. his jaw is clenched, breath labored as he waits for you to adjust, lets you kiss his cheeks and nose as you murmur how handsome he is, how perfect he feels, how good is to you.

“that asshole ever make you cum?” he asks lowly, “he ever eat your pussy like that? make you cum hard enough you had to cover your mouth so you’re not screaming his name?”

“no,” you breathe, quivering as his thumb rolls over your clit in slow circles, still painfully still as he stares down at you, “n-no, never. just you—only you—”

“good,” he grins, “that’s what i like to hear. and when i make you cum on my cock, make sure to tell me he’s never done that either, yeah?”

“you’re full of it,” you scoff, “always have been.”

“and you’re full of me,” he says cheekily, chuckling as you glare half-heartedly. “can i move, baby? please? need more, ‘s not enough. n-need more—”

“yeah,” you whimper, pulling him closer, chests brushing against each other as your lips meet in a sloppy kiss, “yeah—need more too, toru.”

satoru, in all his years of knowing you, has never seen the side of you that could be this gentle. the side that glides your hands over his back, feeling every flex and every pull of his muscles, gently caressing the skin like it’s holy, like it’s not worthy of marks—instead to be worshipped and revered with thoughtful touches. your lips sear into every part of him they can find—his lips, his forehead, his nose, his hair as his face digs into your neck. even your voice is a gentle whisper of his name, so soft and careful, it’s like saying it wrong could break him.

your hips buck up in tandem with his, meeting his rhythm as he slams into you, his balls slapping against your skin as he buries his cock into you as deep as it’ll go with every harsh thrust. you can feel his tip kissing against that sweet spot in the back of your walls, your abused cunt sucking him in and hugging around him as he groans.

the friction feels sickening, like he’ll pass out any second, like he’s floating between the precipice of pleasure and the edge of consciousness.

you do that to him—he doesn’t know how or when or why, but you make him feel like he doesn’t have a grip on his own senses. he doesn’t mind it so much, he thinks—doesn’t hate the idea of letting himself fall into your palm and wrap around him. it feels nicer that way, like it’s where he belongs.

“fuck, ‘s so tight,” he rasps, whining into your neck as your hand cups the back of his head, holding him in place. his hips are rutting into you sloppily now, barely maintaining the rhythm from before as he nears his high—but that doesn't stop him from angling into you perfectly, slamming into your sensitive spot every time without fail. “c-cum—’m gonna cum. cum with me, sweetheart.”

“‘m so close, toru,” you sob—and then, just as his thumb finds your clit again, rubbing harsh, desperate little circles to get you over the edge, you cum again—harder than the last time, spasming around his cock and pulling him in as you squeeze around him. “t-toru,” you gasp brokenly, “fuck, ‘s good—so good.”

“baby,” he moans lowly, “fuck, you’re so perfect. prettiest thing ever—prettiest pussy ever. i, sh-shit—” your orgasm quickly has him falling into his own, hot, thick ropes of cum spilling into you with every twitch of his cock, sweet little noises pulled from his throat that he sings into your neck, fucking his load into you.

it’s messy, the way cum spills out of you and coats his cock—but it’s perfect and feels so, so right. you can’t help but think how perfectly satoru fits against you as his body slumps on top of yours, panting and spent as he cages you in his arms.

your hand doesn’t leave his hair—now that you know how it feels, you don’t think you can stop threading your fingers through it, ever.

“wow, toothless,” he chuckles after a bit, “you’re seriously obsessed with me, huh? i mean, how long have you been nursing this crush on me, hmm? thinking about your brother’s best friend, you naughty little thing—”

“satoru, would you shut that mouth for once,” you hiss, rolling your eyes—still, there’s an affectionate grin on your lips this time as he chuckles into your skin.

“oh baby, i’m afraid this mouth never shuts, so you should get used—”

suddenly, you both freeze as you hear suguru’s voice through the door. “you two better not be fucking doing what i think you’re doing,” he growls, making your jaw drop and satoru’s eyes widen.

fuck—that was never supposed to happen. suguru was never supposed to hear, let alone know.

“hey,” satoru starts, “if suguru kicks me out of our place, i can come be your new permanent housemate, right?”

do not comment about a part 2

yeah he can come live with me any time and as long as he pays by sucking my tiddies i shall provide all food and utilities and everything

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as requested, a longer version of this drabble

synopsis: geto spared one woman from the village he exterminated due to the pleading of mimiko and nanako, now he has to live in between preaching a world without non-sorcerers during the day and sleeping with one during the night; a dive into the mind of a conflicted man.

cw: canon events (no major spoilers), death topics, fem submissive reader x cult leader geto, smut, oral (m -> f), 1.6k words.

The day was horribly busy, on days like these, where he had to talk in front of a crowd for such a long time, then entertain donors, then eat curses, Geto can’t sleep due to the loud noise of his mind, he would probably sleep if he was in a equally loud environment, but, except for the sound of your soft breathing, the room has dead quiet.

Dead quiet.

Geto sits up, the cold air hitting his bare chest as he takes in the sight of the red temple across the open window, a ruffling makes him draw and narrow his eyes to the figure in his bed.

He remembers the day he first saw you, trying to sneak in the room where Mimiko and Nanako were locked in, he was in the process of exterminating the people in that village so he didn’t think twice when he grabbed you by your hair ready to let a curse rip you apart but the deafening sound of the girl’s scream stopped him, only then he noticed a bag with food that fell of your hands.

He could see from a distance, you were like the rest of them, a regular non-sorcerer and a few minutes ago he decided what he wanted.

A world free of non-sorcerers.

He can’t make an exception. He shouldn’t.

The twins had tears in their eyes. They’re young and his responsibility now, so a helping hand couldn’t be a sin. He could leave you for last.

Somehow he finds in his heart to spare you, and once he consolidated his power as a leader, he took the three of you in, the girls only leave your side when he’s around, they don’t approach anyone else except the two of you.

The first week you were around sorcerers he could see the fear and confusion in your face. Nanako tugged his clothing and he squatted to listen as she whispered to him “She cannot see them”.

So he provided special glasses for you, one with cursed energy so you could see what people like you shouldn’t, and he made Nanako hand it to you as you slowly began to comprehend what the weird events around you actually were.

She should be thankful, she’s only alive because of me.

He thought about that constantly, especially when watching you smiling and minding your own business.

And you are grateful and respectful towards him, almost never making eye contact, just keeping your head down and only calling him “Geto-sama”, he appreciated that, you should know your place.

It’s only a matter of time before he grows fond of you too, with his influence and your submission, it didn’t take long before you were in his bed, being happy to serve him in any ways.

It’s a contradiction having you around, he knows it. A monkey.

You sleep so peacefully, he wonders if you understand how lucky you are to make it so far.

Tonight could be your last night on earth, how deserving were you to live in his ideal world? You had two little girls that adored you, was that enough? He could just tell them something awful happened.

His cold fingers trace the back of your neck, ghosting your cervical spine.

You fell off the stairs and broke your neck, so sad.

That’s believable, the temple has many stairs.

His index finds your pulsing point.

A man attacked you, another monkey, and cut your throat, how horrible.

His eyes drop to your rising chest.

You fell on the lake and drowned, a terrible accident.

There’s so many possibilities to get rid of you without them blaming Geto.

Warm fingers unexpectedly find his hand, your small hand covers his. Suguru feels his human side returning to him, the dark cloud over his head slowly fading away as you take his wrist and you turn your head to kiss his palm.

He feels like crying, confused and guilty.

The bedroom is dark enough for you to miss the look of despair in his eyes, he allows you to caress the veins in his forearms, tracing it all the way to his biceps until you find his neck with your arm completely extended. Suguru gives in to the light pressure you make, bringing him to lay back down with you, You kiss his shoulders, his chest, his neck.

He doesn’t feel worth your kisses.

Again the contradiction.

You kiss his jawline and he stops you with a hand over your lips, he doesn’t want you to feel the way his lips quiver, you don’t ask questions, just accept and kiss his palm again, holding it against your cheek.

Geto is hard on you sometimes, giving humiliating tasks such as cleaning up the remains of someone who wronged him or capturing a curse that will for sure attack you. As much as he sometimes thinks of creating a space between the girls and you, the little ones always find a way back, helping you clean while keeping a non-morbid conversation topic or helping bandage the scratches you got from the small but feisty cursed spirited you were assigned to.

Yet you never once complained, always bowing in obedience with a soft “Yes, Geto-sama” coming out of your lips.

He knows when to treat you well too, sometimes he knocks on your room at night, sometimes he sends someone to call you over to his. When his whole cult speech was over he would dismiss everyone except you, to be alone in the giant spacious room with him, he likes to take you there, where your quiet sounds of pleasure bounce through the walls and create an echo.

You’re good to him, not to his cause, to Geto-sama you’re useless, but to Suguru Geto you’re an anchor.

He returns your kisses, sucking on your clavicle then down the soft skin of your breasts, where he takes in one nipple and licks until it gets hard enough for him to gently bite on and make you grasp.

Your hands find his hair, his long soft locks, the same ones you brush ever so patiently when Mimiko and Nanako turn it into a mess of knots from braiding and tying tiny silicone elastics on, you don’t scold them, even if it means to stay hours with Geto trying to undo it afterwards.

They will grow up to be spoiled.

But he also could never scold them like a father is supposed to, deep down he knows he won’t need to, they adore him, anything he’ll say they’ll do.

They’re good kids, he supposes he owns it to you too.

Suguru leaves a wet trail of kisses down your body until he’s in the middle of yours legs, he first starts by licking the surrounds of your clit teasing patiently as you get wetter, the sleepiness doesn’t allow you to protest or whine, only to close your eyes and take whatever he’s willing to give you while tangling your fingers in his hair.

When he finally gives your nub some attention in the form of sucking, your leg twitches, he squeezes it and places it over his shoulder, at this point he’s laying on his stomach vaguely thrusting his pelvis onto the mattress to relieve a bit of the aching in his cock he gets when eating you out.

He adds more tongue as he moves down your needy hole, which pulsates around nothing, Suguru hums nuzzling your glossy folds, the vibration goes straight to your hardened nub.

“Geto-sama” you moan when he fucks you with his tongue, the tip of his nose hits your clit perfectly, once he looks up to see you falling apart on him you shiver, his eyes are predatory, you wonder if you should retrieve your hand from his head, but he quickly closes them again, losing himself in the taste of you. God, you taste so good. What makes him get through the day when he has to absorb those disgusting curses is the thought of getting lost between your legs, sucking your nipples, eating his own cum off you, sucking your tongue…

He feels your orgasm approaching as you tug his locks harder, whimpering softly. Usually he would make you beg, stopping his ministrations just before you get there and delaying it until there’s tears in your eyes. Tonight he’s enjoying the silence, he might just let you go ahead, but there’s something he wants to hear.

“Say my name” he orders with a raspy voice.

“Get—“

“No” he bites your inner thigh, “My actual name.”

“Suguru” you roll his name so beautifully on your tongue.

“Keep saying it” he dives back, making out with your pussy and paying extra attention to your puffy clit as you call his name in a prayer.

He misses it, the way his first name used to be used, nowadays is just “Geto-sama this, Geto-sama that, master, sir”. It would inflate his ego if it didn’t come out of monkeys' mouths.

But Suguru? He left that for you only, even the other sorcerers he considers family just call him Geto.

Before he realizes you’re already cumming, hole pulsating around his tongue and heels digging on his back. He slows down his pace, nibbling on your glossy lips then taking your hand out of his hair to kiss it like you did earlier, the act makes your heart swell, you caress his face, thumb rubbing the dark circles under his eyes.

“Suguru” you call his name again, this time looking straight in his eyes, they don’t seem predatory anymore as he moves up finding a safe spot on your chest, where he lays down listening to your heartbeat as your fingers work through the knots in his hair, this time caused by yourself. Your other hand caresses his back and shoulders, whatever skin you can find to soothe him. Suddenly he doesn’t have the loud voices in his head anymore and manages to fall asleep again.

note: this was short but I wanna explore more of this side of suguru so my inbox is open to suggestions

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TEACHER'S PET┊You just want to pass Literature and graduate but no one told you that selecting the subject with Professor Getō Suguru would make your life hell.

word count. 6.4K

tags. reader with female anatomy (she/her pronouns), college au, age gap but geto is about 28 here and the reader is a senior college student so, tattooed geto, manipulation, blackmail, mentions of professor gojo x reader, dirty talk, overstim, begging, pussy slapping, he spits in your mouth, unprotected sex, multi orgasms (f), spanking, plot twist.

"Sit in the back row," Nobara suggests next to you taking a big bite of hamburger halfway through eating. "Sit in the last chair you can find in the auditorium and you should be fine."

"Getou is an amazing professor..." Yuuji pauses to sip exaggeratedly from the milkshake. "I literally passed with him for reading the first page of Romeo and Juliet in the first class, after that I just made jokes to him for the whole semester."

You're sure Yuuji didn't pass because of that. You've tried to do that, you've tried to participate, to answer his questions, to be polite, to laugh at his dumb jokes and all the bastard do is make fun of you every time.

"I've done that over and over again, I always sit in the last chair and he still looks for me in the crowd to embarrass me."

"As the clown of the class, I know, been there done that."

Thanks, Yuuji.

You roll your eyes, they weren't helping at all and their advice was useless, you had class in five minutes with your literature professor and you were wasting time commenting on your agony with your two best friends.

"I have to go," you say to nothingness, picking up the backpack lying on the table and you're not surprised when neither of them respond to you, too busy checking whatever it is they're watching on their phones.

As you trot away from the pair and they notice your absence, they both shake hands waving goodbye to you and you're sure to hear Itadori yell a «you got it, tiger» that makes the whole cafeteria turn to look at him. You're thankful you're far enough away that strangers don't know who the pink-haired man is yelling so loudly at and you sink deeper into the shiny fabric of your hoodie pulling on the pair of drawstrings that hang gleefully across your chest.

Classroom L1 is not that far away from the cafeteria but you try to get there as early as possible anyway because Getou Suguru is one of the most punctual professors you know and you don't need him to also start claiming you in front of everyone for your unpunctuality. Your footsteps hurry down the infested hallway of students who exchange classrooms in a messy zig zag pattern and who just like you, are late for their last class of the day.

Before the alarm on your phone went off telling you that you were late, you're grateful to be sitting in the back row of the classroom —which you have empty all to yourself, thankfully— just as Nobara suggested. You bring the pen to your mouth to try to channel your nerves somehow when you see him walk in, your teeth press harder against the material and your heart skips a beat.

He's wearing a white shirt buttoned up to the collar and the sleeves folded perfectly at the elbows; impeccable as always. His long hair is worn in a perfect bun and the couple of black locks that fall over his forehead whether intentional or not, give him a model aura that makes you clench your thighs before you can control your thoughts.

Shit, he is hot, all along you've known it but there's something peculiar about him that afternoon. You don't know if he is aware of the effect he has on other students and if you didn't hate him so much you would allow yourself to think about the effect he has on you too. You don't want to think about the times you've had to stir on the seat because your thoughts are free like the wind traveling a thousand miles an hour inside your skull.

Those big hands, enough to cradle the cover of Hamlet with one palm would feel so good squeezing your breasts, tugging at your hard nipples as he devours your mouth. The soft pen pierces past your lips and rests on your tongue for a second as another perverse thought pops up like an intruder, fighting with the previous one.

Getou looking at you through those thin clear glasses, nibbling on one of your nipples as you are doing with the pen right now. You won't deny that you've fantasized about making him begging for you, humiliating him as he has so often done with you in the long lectures of his boring classes.

He turns the page and asks a question that of course, you weren't paying attention to. You try to relax on the chair and loosen your jaw, you hadn't noticed how tense you are until now when your gazes meet during a very brief flash in which he looks around the auditorium in one long glance. You see him smile and then wet his lips, you want to know what he finds so funny.

No— what you want to know is why you're squeezing your thighs the way you're doing it... again, why you crossed your legs like that to feel something, some kind of pressure between your legs without moving your eyes from him.

Getou moves gracefully in front of his audience, taking all the attention and glances of the room the way only he knows how. You look away to focus on your own book and realize you're about five pages behind where you're supposed to be reading, shit, it's for reasons like this that your professor ends up calling you out, that's the reason why he always ends up asking you questions that you have no answers to and all your classmates end up laughing at you.

«It's not always bad to be the classroom clown». Shut up, Yuuji.

"I think it's a very bad habit for you to scratch your books." Getou's long finger bursts into your vision. The index finger adorned with silver jewelry, moves over the yellow ink with which you highlighted that entire paragraph, it seemed important to you obviously you were going to paint it, how else were you going to study?

In slow motion you look up and finish when you find yourself face to face with those heavy eyes looking down on you as if your simple existence bothered him.

You swallow hard and you're sure the whole room hears you, you feel their gazes on you just like hot torches of villagers about to take you to the gallows. Now what did you do?

You focus on him too long and it doesn't take Getou long to realize you're not going to answer him, then he half-turns to address the others.

"Please keep reading. That my chat with," he pauses briefly looking at you out of the corner of his eye. "Our star pupil, don't hold you back."

His attention returns to you. Getou examines you with a furrowed brow before he decides to sit down. His ample thighs sprawl over the chair next to you, he is close, too close, you are not sure if there is any distance protocol he must follow, but definitely if there is he is breaking it and sending you into a spiral of panic—

He calls your name and forces you to stop the hamster wheel that produces sane thoughts to concentrate on him. Your lips form a tight line before you decide to speak.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" He places an arm on the back of your seat and you have to bite your lip to control your impulses not to look at his mouth or that button above his chest that's about to pop out of its hole. "Don't do that, it's rude. Answer me."

He meant you...? Biting your lip? You clear your throat and pretend to fix your outfit.

"Yes?" That didn't sound very believable, you reproach yourself.

"Yes. Yes, sir, everything is fine." Good, good, that should assuage his seeming interest in you.

"I won't deny that I enjoy our interactions..." Son of a bitch. Is he laughing? "But you're also a very good student, Professor Gojo has commented to me how good you are with instruments. I'd like to know if I'm doing something that doesn't allow you to exploit your potential with me..."

"Professor..." No, no, not Satoru Gojo. He couldn't talk to him, if he knew—

"Something's bothering you, everything okay with your family?" This time there's a prominent scowl on his forehead and you feel a tiny bit bad that you've been distracted in class. Honestly it's not his fault, maybe you were too much of a mouthful to talk so badly about him to your friends.

"There's nothing to..."

Your eyes widen so suddenly you think they're going to fall out of their sockets. You choke on your own words and can do nothing but cover your face to cough. You can't believe this is happening to you.

Your phone on the table lights up with a Twitter notification. A notice of those featured tweets you missed where a picture of a man's torso is archived, one hand decorated with a watch pinching his nipples and the other lost amidst the fabric of boxers and you're thankful the tweet isn't fully appreciated because you don't know what your professor's reaction would be to knowing you're looking at naked men... naked men masturbating.

"Oh." That's all he says as you continue to cough. Maybe he didn't notice, maybe— "Come to my office after class."

Shit and fuck weren't the only curses you screamed inside your head that afternoon and needless to say, even if you tried you couldn't concentrate on what Getou was asking, or the next chapter they read while you kept sinking into the wood of the chair and your misery. You didn't have the physical or mental capacity to not think about anything other than what just happened less than ten minutes ago.

You didn't want to think about what he thought of you, you have no idea how you left the application open, why didn't you log out? No... Why did you open it before going to class? Suddenly you remember who is to blame for all this: Nobara. Of course, if she hadn't asked you to show her the new guy you discovered the other day at only fans this wouldn't be happening. You're thinking about how much you want to scold her after you get out of class but you can only hear her euphoric laughter as soon as you tell her about the nightmare you've had for the day.

Professor Getou closes the book with a soft sound, indicating that your last class has come to an end and your body ends up becoming a caterpillar in the same spot as it has been for the past two hours, trying to go unnoticed while the whole room is empty.

By the time you try to look up you realize you are the only one left in the cold auditorium. You grab your backpack and start filling it with your belongings and in that moment, for a moment you cheer yourself up, just for a moment, maybe he's not going to tell you anything, maybe he didn't see anything, please, you're not a girl, you're an adult with a —non-existent— healthy sex life, was there anything wrong with that? He's not your daddy either, he has no right to tell you anything. You wrinkle your nose at that last thought as you throw Hamlet with little sensitivity into the darkness of your backpack and sling it over one shoulder to jog towards your professor's office.

You have to cross practically the entire campus to get to where his private office is located; however, as you shorten the path to your final destination you realize that the university is almost empty, opaque clouds cover the sky and merge together to form thick black cotton candy that hover over your head. A flash of lightning breaks the sky and you slow your walking pace.

Hands hidden in the pockets of your vibrant hoodie push down and you hunch your shoulders to cover yourself from the sudden chill. There's a cool breeze that gives you goose bumps and flutters the fibers of your hair. You stop dead in your tracks and your still hidden hands ball into weak fists. From your vantage point you read a small, blurry sign taped outside the door: PROF. GETOU, it is engraved in bold, capital letters.

Hell no...

You turn on your heels and after putting the hood over your head you start jogging off campus and away, far, far away from Suguru. Tomorrow would be another day, you had no class with him that was true, but hey, you'd have next week... or the next, or you could even withdraw that subject, after all, what was paying 20% more for dropping that class? —You snort at the conversation you have with yourself when you get to the exit— Nothing, after all it was nothing, you could take it the next semester, or the next year... what does it matter, right?

The wind blows a second time in your direction although this time there is a distinct smell of earth and wet pavement in it— as soon as you tilt your eyes toward the vast firmament to check once more on the state of the clouds you are greeted by a head-on blow from hundreds of tiny raindrops that roughly kiss your nose.

"Great," you shout from the bottom of your lungs dragging the r.

You pick up your pace and try to run faster but you know the bus station is still a ten minute walk away; you know that by the time you get there you're going to be totally soaked, you're even ahead of the future— you'll have to call in sick for the exam you have first thing in the morning and send Nobara pictures of your stuffy nose as you tell her about the horrible day you've had while sipping a hot cup of tea.

The white flash of a car rushing past you manages to bring you back to the present. Your clothes stick to your skin like a second layer and you can't feel more uncomfortable, for more than a second you feel envious of the person driving who stops at the red sign on the corner and how warm and safe it must be in there.

Wait a minute.

That wasn't just anyone, you knew the brand of that car, you've seen it on campus before, you were sure of it and you confirm it after walking by it and seeing him lower the window to yell at you to get in. Fuckme.

"No, thank you, sir! I'm already too close." Liar.

Getou wastes no time yelling back at you over the noise of the rain, instead he opens the opposite door to let you in which followed by a curse you decide to do because you don't want to go against him in the middle of the street, in the middle of that blizzard.

"I'm soaking your whole car, I'm-"

"Does it bother you that the air is on?" Now that he mention it... it actually does. The cold minty air was eating your skin, hundreds of ants walking up your arms and down to hug your thighs.

You nod your head, shrinking back into the leather seat until all Getou is able to see is your wobbling figure.

Out of the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of his fingers manipulating the front of the dashboard, and after pressing two buttons the temperature becomes a more livable zone.

You inhale deeply, so deeply that you pray he didn't hear the embarrassed moan your throat produced after you gave him your address and moments later when you literally breathed in his scent. You were surrounded by what Suguru Getou was all about: everything was very minimalistic, just like him and his monochromatic outfits. You didn't have much to highlight other than the leather briefcase in front of your feet, the same one he usually holds in each of his classes. Other than that, there's nothing else you can emphasize outside of the minty smell wafting through the air.

You don't want to find yourself sniffing around him, you don't want him to notice you're looking at him, however, you can't help but give him a sidelong glance just to see how he looks. A couple of wrinkles adorn his forehead, he carries the steering wheel delicately with his right hand open on it, his left hand rests on his left thigh and you hate yourself for noticing that he's wearing two buttons open near his throat.

You run away from his glance so quickly that it makes you look guilty. If he hadn't noticed drool coming out of your mouth as you were staring at him, surely he'd have an idea by now.

"Yeah, just... you can drop me off at the corner if you want, I can walk."

"You want to run away from me?" Even though you're staring at the road, you feel his gaze burn your cheek.

...what?

"No! That’s not!"

"I'm kidding. I wouldn't let you keep walking in the rain, sweetheart, that wouldn't be very nice of me, would it? You're already soaked."

There's something in what he says, the last word to be exact that manages to cut your breath and makes you scrunch the fabric of your hoodie pockets. You inhale deeply for the second time.

Suguru finds a place to park near the congested cluster of apartments and insists on escorting you to your front door, which for some reason you accept. It's just politeness and nothing more, you want to tell yourself so you don't choke on the rhythm of your racing heartbeat, and you swallow forcefully so that the lump forming in your throat opts to slide along your esophagus.

"Thank you very much, professor. I'd invite you in for tea but..."

"I'd love to." Getou interrupts you with a smile and the key gets stuck in your lock.

"Are you sure?" You don't want to sound like you're kicking him out but. You were kicking him out. And why the fuck now couldn't you open your own door?

"More than sure. Besides, don't think I've forgotten about our pending little chat. May I?"

Suguru doesn't wait for an answer. One of his bold hands rushes to cover yours to help you push the key in a little further; a brief jerk to the left, then to the right, to the center and voila!

"I used to have the same problem in my old apartment." He clears up a doubt that permeated your face, you suppose and you have nothing more to add than a shaken 'thank you' and a silent invitation you extend to him as you open the door further for him.

The warmth of your apartment is barely perceptible above all the layers of wet clothes on you and you know he feels the same way, he may not be as wet as you but the hurried walk you took from the street to your apartment served only to make the white shirt show through a little on some parts of his abdomen.

"Would you prefer tea or coffee, Professor?" you remove your damp shoes along with your socks and he mimics your action at the doorway.

"I'd prefer tea, thank you and... Just Getou or Suguru, please," he immediately explains running a hand through his hair. "No need to be so formal when it's just us."

You catch yourself in time descending down the bones of his collarbone before stumbling upon traces of ink from what appears to be a tattoo peeking out of the crack in his shirt. You turn your attention back to his eyes.

«No need to be so formal when it's just us» It's the key sentence that reminds you of the intimacy and impropriety of the situation.

"Okay." You smile awkwardly at him and needless to say, he notices. "Give me a second, I'm going to change and I'll be right back... Suguru."

He's smiling. No, he's not smiling. He's imitating again the strange slash nervous smile you're giving him. Stop. Stop smiling at him.

"Sit down." Oh god.

"I'm fine like this."

"Do you need me to get you a coat so you can change?" Why don't you just stop talking.

"I'm fine like this, I promise not to steal more than five minutes from you," he retorts sweetly and his attitude, very different from how he treats you in class only serves to add a couple of extra degrees to your frosty cheeks.

"Okay cool."

"Why don't you go change?"

"Yeah, I'll go do that."

You run. You practically flee his presence as soon as he's done talking, disappear down the lonely hallway that leads to your room, and slam the door shut with a slam so hard that even 2B heard.

You take a peripheral view of the mess you have in the room and catch a glimpse of a dark hoodie on top of the pile of clothes in the corner; juggling to save time you get rid of the pile of wet fabric draped over your body and pile it to the side in the laundry basket. You pull on some socks to match the shorts you're wearing and step out into the room again to find your professor who was interested with his back to you, gently touching one of the leaves of the artificial plant in the corner.

"Hey." Your call as quiet as it is, manages to make him look over his shoulder at you, setting the lovely plant aside and its long leaves to walk towards you.

He stops about three footsteps before touching you. "About today..." He starts and you try to shake off your nerves by rocking back and forth on the tips of your toes. "I understand that you're young, that you want to learn new things but in class I need you present..."

Okay, that wasn't going sooo bad, why were you so scared? You just shake your head and nibble your lip draining the nerves that as he continues with the endless speech, are fleeing out of your body. But then Getou stops, a couple of wrinkles appear on his nose and he points a finger at your chest.

"That hoodie..." You grab the soft fabric between a couple of fingers, wanting to understand what he's referring to and look at him again. "That belongs to Professor Gojo."

It wasn't a question, it's a statement. A statement you can't deny because you suck at lying and meanwhile, you have to make time to think of an excuse.

"Whaaat? What do you mean?" you laugh uncomfortably bringing a hand behind the back of your neck. "Nah, this is mine."

"Are you guys...?"

Fuck.

"No, profe- Getou, I'm sure you're confused, this I bought it at-"

"I gave it to him for his last birthday. I know because I personally had that gold G embroidered."

This was much worse than you watching porn in class. Much, much worse. It was a one-time thing, this wasn't supposed to be happening, if Satoru realizes that someone else knows— that another professor knows, that his best friend knows... There's a white noise that pops up against your eardrums and freezes your hands, or you don't know if it's still the cold of the rain numbing your limbs. And in the heat of all the fire your brain is having, you look at the tattoo again and then you remember.

"Take off your shirt." Getou blinks slowly, then says your name in warning and you don't like how that makes you feel. "Now."

A phantom hand pats you on the back for handling the situation the way you're handling it. Yes, you could cry at any moment because your day was only going from bad to worse but so far you were bringing up the leadership classes your best friend gave you three weeks ago in the cafeteria.

Getou undoes the last button and drops his hands to the side, giving you a better view of the ink that bathes almost his entire torso. You don't have time to go into detail with the other minimalist tattoos surrounding his ribs and the sides of his navel because all you need to do is confirm the butterfly imprinted below his collarbones.

"Satisfied?"

You scratch your eyes to buy yourself time and fill your lungs. You can do it.

"Vinbot." It almost goes unnoticed as one of his eyebrows twitches, you got him, so feeling lucky you decide to press harder. "I've seen your Twitter account, Vincent. I know what you do."

"What do you want?"

...he's not going to deny it? Oh, that went better than you expected.

"I don't want you to tell anyone about Gojo and I don't tell anyone about your account."

"Good."

That's it? Wow. Getou starts buttoning up his shirt again and in the frenzy of extreme confidence you feel, your tongue rushes to speak.

"And..." He lifts his head from the buttons to look directly at you. "And I want you to eat my pussy."

You say so casually that he doesn't have time to react.

"Excuse me? I'm not gonna-"

"I feel like you owe me for all the times you've humiliated me in front of everyone." You pray he doesn't notice that your hands are shaking. That could go very wrong or very right.

"I'm definitely not going to do that."

"Ok don't, I'll go talk to the director then."

"Great, I'll go tell him about how you are fucking a professor."

"And you know that because...? You saw me wearing a hoodie I could have bought at the same place you did, that silly gold G doesn't mean anything." Though both knew it said it all.

Getou clenches his jaw, chewing on the next words. "That would destroy my career."

"Then you'd better get my pussy in your face as fast as possible."

You can't believe what's about to happen, not when he drops to his knees in front of you without protest, let alone after his cold fingers hook into the elastic of your shorts and pull the fabric along with your panties until they both become a pool at your feet. He looks up at you between the flutter of his eyelashes as if seeking your approval still, as if he's trying to verify that this is still what you really want as he finishes lifting the hem of the hoodie and your pretty pussy flutters before the breeze of his warm breath.

"You still have time to say no."

"I'm not going to- oh fuck."

Your feet slip on the wood and your hands are a mess as you try not to cling to his silky hair. You are so close and far from the nearest wall at the same time that all you can do is juggle your trembling legs to keep from collapsing at the cruelty of his mouth.

You refuse to regale him with more of your sweet cooing as he sucks hard on your clit, refuse to let him know how good he's making you feel, how fast he's turning your thoughts into a frothing mess of babbling.

He takes one of your thighs and places it precisely over his shoulder no matter how much you moan in that you're going to fall off; so against your will you end up clinging to the wet, messy ball his bun has become and he greets you with a pleasing grunt that shudders your pussy.

"God, you're so wet. I wonder what you were thinking in class."

You don't expect to hear him talk while... doing what he's doing— so you're not surprised as your greedy heat betrays you and contracts around the intruder's tongue in search of hearing more of what he has to say.

"This is why you don't pay attention in my classes, because you're only thinking about your professor tongue fucking that tight pussy?"

"N-no..."

"No?"

Getou plunges two fingers into you until his knuckles are painted with the clear trail of your arousal and you feel the intrusion cause wetness to overflow from between your thighs to his cheeks.

"Uh no, spread your thighs apart— you were the one who asked for this, so you're going to take everything I have to give you."

He's just mean at this point. The way he talks to you, the way he fucks you with his long fingers angled upward, wet sounds bouncing between the walls, his flat tongue flicking your swollen bud no matter how much you cry because it is too much. He seems to be doing this for his own enjoyment and not because you are blackmailing him so, in search of making him humiliate himself, of taking back some control you find your voice hidden in some remote place in your chest.

"Beg me to cum on your face."

His mouth curves into a mischievous smile that you manage to glimpse on your skin.

"Please, please, please, cum in my mouth... yeah? That's what you want, to make a mess on your mean professor's face while he abuses that aching cunt— fucking do it then."

That didn't go at all how you planned— oh shit. You hunch around him as his open palm slaps your clit several times firmly repeating, demanding that you cum for him— and you do. Every muscle in your body contracts and your stomach bursts into flames with the last ferocious lick he gives your slit. Between lewd hickeys and an excess of drool, Getou continues to make out with your pussy until your jelly thighs vainly squeeze his flushed cheekbones and he's forced to pull away after applying a loud hickey to the sensitive hood of your clit.

His fingers creating flames on your cheeks bring you back to reality, your eyes snap open with the next command:

"Open your mouth."

You do as ordered between unsteady blinks and after tensing his jaw, he spits on your tongue.

"Swallow." Same fingers that pressed against your cheeks before, now gently pat one of them to make you focus on him again. "Atta girl."

Getou grabs your hands and pushes you close to the nearest wall until your lungs are empty from the impact, your X-shaped arms pinned above your head.

"W-what do you think you're doing?"

"What do you think?" There's mischief in his words, his crotch thrusts towards you seeking some release and in the process you discern how hard he is. "You like watching me fuck that pretty pocket pussy? I bet you imagine it's you, you fucking pervert."

The swirl of his breath gets stuck in the opening of your mouth, the embarrassment his words create in you not enough to keep your figure from willingly moving closer to him. You've just had your first orgasm and yet every fiber of your body yearns to feel more of him.

"I wanna fuck you." It's a affirmation to which you respond with an embarrassed groan.

"I don't have a condom-"

"Just the tip."

You nod your head (though it's never just the tip and you know where this will lead) and he releases your hands, blood rushing in a rush trying to get back to where it belongs and his fingers lift one of your thighs, draw it up to his hip level and he's out of his pants in a flash.

You lean your sweaty forehead against the breadth of his torso and take a breath of air to relax your body and allow yourself to lose in the tight sensation of the fat tip separating your walls.

You hear him laugh as soon as you moan, he's being evil again—playing with your wet pussy where he places the tip of his cock at your entrance and jerks it just a little bit and repeats it, sometimes he puts it in, pulls it out and sometimes he stands still biting his tongue to try to regain some of his self-control and not slide all the way inside you.

"Please," you sob into his flesh, forming soft fists that cling to the material of his shirt.

"Please, what? Wasn't this what you wanted?" you only receive it with stammers, unable to take one of the thoughts tangled in your skull and make it audible. "Look at me."

And you do without complaint, shit, you do and you can't even finish taking in the blazes that the intense suns that are his eyes create in the pit of your stomach. The perfect bun is totally disheveled, black locks cascade down his shoulders and a couple of thin strands decorate his damp forehead. He looks so appetizing, just like that with furrowed brows and parted pinkish lips telling you something you fail to catch and can't resist.

You tug at his shirt to gain some momentum and don't stop until your mouth collides with his. Getou greets you with need, in a desperate kiss in which he demands you open your mouth wider to lose his tongue against yours, the stifled moans you both produce serving to fan the flickering flame of the campfire in your chest.

In the midst of the intimate moment you share your whole space spins for an instant and as soon as you blink a second time you realize you are sitting on Getou's lap on your comfortable couch.

"Can I put it in?" his fingers press against the skin of your hip and you have to cling tighter to his shoulders to keep from fainting. Did you hear correctly? "Can I fuck you raw?" in case you weren't sure, he insists again in a broken voice.

You can't verbalize the mess that is your head so you decide to show him. Somewhat shakily you grab his cock that is wetting your stomach and you wriggle on his legs to lift yourself up enough to slide him inside you.

You both moan at the same time and you find it hard to keep your eyes fixed on him. Those deep eyes don't leave you the entire process as his length stretches your tight hole and bottoms inside you, only to firmly grab your waist to let you fall back down.

A sweet clap takes over the room accompanying the dance of your ragged breaths and the rain that is still wetting the front window. Getou spreads his arms on either side of the sofa back. His shirt falls down his sides and the ink staining his skin is left for your eyes to admire and enjoy as he breaks the chant of his panting with his deep timbre of voice.

"Make yourself cum on my dick," he groans, a hard spank jolts you. "Ride me."

You want to complain and tell him it should be the other way around, that he's the one who should be making you feel good. You shouldn't be doing the work; after all this was supposed to be blackmail, right? But god, he feels so good when he hits that spot right there, then your hips roll like that and your body demands that you grind on him because that's just where it feels good for both of you, not only do you know it from the low grunts he's delighting you with but you can feel it throbbing inside you thanks to the slow rhythm you've mapped out.

You close your eyes to cast away the shame and the fact that you're fucking another one of your professors but just like his friend, Getou doesn't seem to know when to shut up.

"Open your eyes."

His rough palms roll over your thighs and up to your waist from time to time, sending electricity to your lower abdomen and a sense of well-being to which you can only long to feel more of it.

Reluctantly you show him your pretty eyes again and he rewards you by pinching your nipples.

"Tell me what you like about my videos." He teases you, brushing your perky nipples with his thumbs, looking at you with his eyelids half open.

"I like it when..." You distract yourself for a moment, biting your lip, thinking about what's the best choice of words. "When you talk dirty to the camera, when I can just see your lips and jaw as you say all those things you'd do to us."

The half smirk widens on his face and you know it's because he felt you squeeze and you do it again, just to please him.

"You like my dirty tongue, sweetheart?"

"I do- fuck I do," you reply breathlessly rolling your eyes and it crosses his mind how much he'd like to kiss you again, how much he'd enjoy lifting that annoying hoodie and taking your hard nipples into his mouth. He's salivating.

"You want to know what I like about you?" His strong arms suddenly cage you closer to him, forearms pressing into your back as he pounds you deeply and roughly from underneath. As he speaks again, his breath catches on your tongue.

"I like it when you bite your lip- shit, you have that fucking habit, you do it when you're nervous or uncomfortable and you don't know how many times I've gotten hard on the other side of the desk just looking at you."

"Getou!" you groan tugging on his velvety hair.

"I know, cum for me, baby. Let me feel you milking my dick."

Your teeth bite into his shoulder to try to disguise the force in which your second orgasm hits you. Suguru lifts you off him for a couple of seconds before he cums all over the fabric of Gojo's hoodie, strings and strings of white bursting the harmony of color.

You cling to him with all the strength you have left, regaining the normal rhythm of your breathing and mobility in your legs; meanwhile, he takes to sweetly caressing your back and shoulder blades, followed by butterfly kisses he deposits on your throat and any exposed part of your jaw.

"That tickles," you admit, squirming a little on top of him and let your embarrassment go down the drain, you give yourself the freedom to massage his skull with your fingertips.

"You're cute. And that's why I was so strict with you, I wanted to keep you as far away from me as possible," Suguru purrs at your touch and then lets out a long sigh. "Now that I got a taste of you I don't plan to let you off so easily, I think I have to call Satoru and tell him that I finally find logic in his sweet tooth."

i love yuuji so much in this fic, i know he only appears in a short scene but he is the funniest lol. I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you like it too, is one of the fics I am most proud to have written. kiss kiss 🫶🏼

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HOW THEY FUCK YOU IN PUBLIC.

HOW JJK MEN FUCK YOU IN PUBLIC. (semi public.)

warnings: semi-public sex, public sex, unprotected sex, p in v, exhibitionism, fingering, blowjob, use of vibrators, jealousy, marking, edging, dacryphilia, degradation kink, praise kink. reblogs are appreciated:)

gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, megumi fushiguro, sukuna & yuuji itadori.

Gojo Satoru:

This man will make it obvious. He’s not embarrassed, in fact, he would be aroused by it. Noticing people giving the both of you stares, them noticing the hickeys on your neck, the messy makeup, it’s too much for him. Makes him hard again.

And it would happen at the most random times.

Mostly because he gets jealous, this man gets jealous because of everything. He doesn’t trust the other men around you. So that’s why he likes to show what’s his.

He’s more of taking the both of you to the restroom and fuck rather than a vibrator. Oh, and he loves teasing your legs with his fingers near your entrance, your trembling voice, hot face, making his pants get tighter and tighter.

“You like that. Don't you? Slut. Keep that pretty mouth of yours shut if you don’t want other to know how good i’m fucking your pussy right now.” You couldn’t contain your moans, not even covering your mouth helps. It was too much, he was too much.

“Don’t tell me you’re into that? Of course you’re into that. You fucking whore. I’ll make sure for everyone to know how good you get fucked. This pussy is mine.”

Geto Suguru:

This man is elegant. Uses vibrators, and fucks you in public as a punishment. He might not seem like it, but I swear this man is a JEALOUS man. Loves hanging out with others, sitting at the table while you’re by his side, hands down the table, control in hand and shakily sound coming out of you.

He would have a box of vibrators with different sizes, colors, and levels, just for this time of occasion or whenever he’s in the mood to just fuck with you.

Because he loves that, not only because he gets yards seeing you angry at him, but because of how turned on he gets while reclaiming what’s his.

He’s discreet about it, but makes it clear for you to never disobey him or look in direction towards another man.

“Am I going to fast baby?” He says in your ear, in a slow seductive low voice. Friends talking in front of the both of you, like nothing is happening down the table. “Aw, we’ll that’s so fucking sad for you, you decided to act like a big girl with other men, then take it like one.” He says while leveling up the vibrator, his hand resting on your thigh, looking happily at his friends and laughing at whatever they were talking about.

This was going to be a long day.

Nanami Kento:

He’s not the kind to fuck in public.

Prefers doing it in private, having his time, and enjoying it.

But when you get a little bit too bratty for his liking, he would snicker his legs(shoes) down the table to your center. Slightly moving it through your panties and clit, touching it with the point part of his shoe.

Edging you for release, he would retreat his shoe just in time for you not to cum. Asking the waitress for some water.

But when you get a little bit TOO bratty for his PATIENCE, he wouldn’t say a word. And that’s how you know you fucked up. Wouldn’t care if someone watched the both of you, he makes the two of you enter the restroom and fuck the soul out of you.

“You fucking slut. Couldn’t wait some hours to get fucked huh?” One of his arms wrapped around your waist, while his free hand rests on your neck. “And you need to have it right now. Like the fucking brat you are.”

Toji Fushiguro:

This man wouldn’t care. Not even like Gojo, he would make it SO obvious it becomes uncomfortable for the people around you watching the both of you having… intimacy.

His fingers would roam around your skirt/dress, making it easier for him to touch you, and shamelessly get under it. Touching the wet patch forming on your center, chuckling to himself. He loves knowing he has this type of power over you.

He would finger you to the max, his arm visibly shaking so you could get some pleasure, all while maintaining a smile like he’s overstimulating your core.

“I want to fuck you so badly.” He says while rubbing your clit with his thumb. “Too bad your fucking my fingers right now. I would love to fuck you infront of all this people. Such a piece of art.” A specific curl of his finger was enough for you to reach your climax. Trying to moan the lowest as possible to not bring any more attention, would be in vain, because he would shamelessly get his fingers out and insert them inside his mouth to lick your liquids off.

Megumi Fushiguro:

He’s not into it. Actually, you initiate it. By teasing him in public, touching him by ‘accident’ near his crotch. Showing a little bit more of your thigh to him, being all touchy.

But he’s a hard man to break, so you would get bored and annoyed easily. So that’s why you try to make him jealous.

And he won’t show it, but inside he’s figuring his own shadows to not fucking take you right there and erase that smirk of yours.

Taking advantage of you being way too busy trying to claim his attention while flirting with Yuuji, he went near the both of you and placed his hand on the back of your waist. Plastering a small smile on his face.

Yuuji noticed in less than a second he was mad. His hand traveled down your figure to your ass, your eyes widening looking back at Yuuji who was as shocked as you.

He gave a small almost visible smack, which caught you by surprise and made you squeak at the surprise. Feeling your face heated up, while Yuuji scratches the back of his neck. “Uhh…” He looks down at his phone, thanking god he has a way of leaving this situation. “Gojo-Sensei is calling me. Talk to you later guys!”

He sprinted as fast as possible towards the door, leaving the both of you alone. Wasting no time he laid you down on a desk and started taking your panties off and unbuckling his pants.

“You fucking whore. Can’t get enough of a cock you want another one huh?” He said while thrusts, a phone on his hand recording your fucked uo faces, tears dried down your cheeks. Messy moans and whines coming out of your mouth while he records the entrance where his cock appears and disappears inside of you.

The next day, he would ask Yuuji to meet him alone and show him the video. Threatening him to never let himself be that touchy with you.

Sukuna & Yuuji:

This would be more of a threesome tbh, this isn’t a lot like “public sex”, but i’ll start with explicit comments coming out of Yuuji thanks to a sukuna mouth appearing on his cheek. Saying how good your ass looked in that dress, saying how he wants to rip it apart and fuck you infront of everyone. Calling Yuuji a virgin and saying he has the same thoughts of you.

Yuuji would be bright red, looking at his classmates who were shocked and laughing at him at the remarks of Sukuna.

So that’s how you ended up in his room. Someway Sukuna and Yuuji being in control at the same time, while you fuck his cock in your mouth and ride his feet which has a mouth on it. Sucking your clit and tongue circling your entrance, until he appears with another arm and fingers you.

“Nn-ngh~ Don’t stop! You’re such a good girl…” Yuuji said while bobbing your head with his hand on top of your head. “She’s more of a brat. She’s teasing a lot, stop with that.” Sukuna said, curling his fingers just right, making you moan with his cock inside of you. Sending vibrations which made Yuuji moan and release inside of you. “Step back kiddo, it’s my turn to fuck with her.”

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cc x·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ thinking about…reader trying to break up with yandere gojo

minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: yandere; dub con; lovesick gojo & he’s obsessive/toxic about it; he’s mean but yummy, okay?; size kink (ish?); gojo showing off his strength; sex without protection

notes: I had this written as an idea right after I wrote my hc’s for the jjk men in their yandere version. twylm readers, please forgive me for not posting the next chapter. I am working on it but I am really struggling - I had the worst burn out after the last chapter, and have been having a hard time trying to get back into the story >.<

wc: 1,228

gojo plays with the hem of your skirt - the flat expression on his face telling you that he’s listening but appears unbothered by your statement. you can see the annoyance in his eyes, the irritation that you would say something so ridiculous in the middle of a make out session.

his hands find the back of your thighs and with one swift motion he pulls you over his long legs so you’re hovering above his lap. the imbalance forces you to clutch onto his shirt with frustration, and he mindlessly reaches to undo his belt before tugging your underwear aside with his long, slender digits.

“toru, are you listening to me?” you whisper in a small voice.

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𝗦𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥'𝗦 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗘𝗥 | 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗘 *+:｡.｡

summary. gojo's determined to have you all to himself, despite how overprotective your brother is. | wc. 2.2k+

cw/ tw. fem!reader, college au, cherry-picking, oblivious (slightly bimbo) reader, manipulation, stepcest, stepbro!geto, dubcon, mild coercion, jealousy, praise, pet names (ex. sweetheart, baby), intended for 18+ readers

featuring. gojo, geto

an. enjoy! i'll try to have part two up next week <3, comments and reblogs are appreciated ༉‧₊˚.

The very first time Gojo sees you, you’re an eight-by-ten-inch glossy photo in a frame sitting on the entry table of Geto’s new mom’s home. It’s the stereotypical school photo, the background gray, the lighting too bright—nothing remarkable. He walks by it and doesn’t look twice.

He’s too preoccupied with helping Geto move back into his room for summer break.

Gojo meets you two weeks later at a party in a student house. Initially, he fails to understand why Geto brings you—you brought your sister?—slightly annoyed about having to play babysitter for the night. All Geto offers is a snort—she asked. I didn’t want to tell her no—and an imitation of a quasi-shrug.

Then you walk into the room—little skirt flouncing around your thighs, smile so wide when Geto slips his arm around your shoulders that he wonders if your cheeks hurt, shyly waving at Gojo—and suddenly it feels like something clicks into place, and everything makes sense.

“Suguru’s new sister, right?” he asks, watching you perk up at the attention. Cute.

“Yeah. I didn’t know he talks about me.”

“All the time. It’s getting him to—”

Gojo snickers when Geto shoves his shoulder, “Shut up.”

You give him a secret smile over the rim of your plastic cup and look away just in time to miss the quirk of his lips, pulling into a smirk, before he schools his features once more.

It’s hard to stay away after that.

He knows he shouldn’t even toy with the thought of you—not when Geto’s made it clear several times that you’re off limits, protective in that way most brothers are, and yet oddly drawn to you any time you’re in the same room, like a light to a beacon. Gojo would probably tease him for having some sick crush on his sister, if he didn’t see how you look at Geto too.

The shy glances, the way you light up whenever your brother talks to you. It’s all there, plain as day.

You don’t know any better—that’s the only thing he can think of when Geto laces your fingers with his, thinking everybody else is none the wiser, that he’s just a brother looking out for his little sister. After all these years, Gojo likes to think he knows his friend well: he’s always been attracted to shy little wallflowers with too much air and a lack of sense in their head, and you’re no exception.

Geto thinks he’s playing a game he’s already won, and Gojo is determined to change that, regardless of whatever rules about you your brother implemented as strictly forbidden. Rules are meant to be broken, and Gojo’s never been good about following them anyway.

It's just...there's something about you that drives him crazy—a little diamond in the ruff he wants to pick up and shine and then ruin.

Nobody would blame him if he did.

Especially when you walk around in those flowy pastel sundresses you seem to have a penchant for. Sometimes he finds himself watching with bated breath as the hem creeps up your smooth thighs high enough for him to glimpse the bottom swell of your ass whenever you move.

You’re so oblivious, at first, to how he looks at you, how he can’t help but stare a little longer than he should, how he bends to speak into your ear, even though you’ll be the only two people in the room.

He thinks you finally get it one night in your parent’s living room, tucked into his side, with a movie playing as nothing but muted white noise in the background. It’s the first time Geto’s ever left you alone with him, something Gojo readily takes advantage of.

“You’ve never kissed anyone before?”

You fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “Well, I…no.”

“Do you want to?”

He tries not to laugh as you make a surprised little noise in the back of your throat. “But what about Suguru—”

“It’ll be our secret. Hold still for me, okay?”

Gojo doesn’t wait for you to say anything before he cups your face with his hand, thumb swiping gently across your cheek—much softer than he’s imagined—and draws you into a messy kiss. He slides his tongue into your mouth until your mind grows soft and syrupy around the edges, until you burrow deeper into his side, small hands lost in his hair and nails scratching at his scalp.

Your lips are slick and swollen by the time he finally pulls away. He smooths your hair out of your face, thumb pressed against your lips as if to stop himself from kissing you again.

“Oh,” you say, reaching down to touch your mouth.

“It’s nice, yeah?”

You nod, swallowing, and stare at where his tongue swipes across his bottom lip. “Our secret?”

“Our secret,” he murmurs.

He doesn’t laugh at how eager you are; in fact, it’s the furthest thing from his mind when you lean up and capture his lips—he does crack a smile, though.

It doesn’t take long for your brother to catch on, watching with a pulled brow as Gojo lets you sit in his lap at a party, scoffing when Gojo says, “There was nowhere else for her to sit. It’d be weird if she sat in her brother’s lap.”

Much later, after you're tucked away in your room, is when Geto finally brings it up. “So, are you sleeping with her? I told you she’s off-limits.”

Gojo raises his hands in defense. "She's your sister. I would never."

It’s partially true because Gojo hasn’t gotten that far, but he knows Geto's threats aren't empty. For Geto's sake, he heeds his warnings—he can play along—he knows Geto won’t relent until he’s tallied some sort of repentance, some retribution, for wrong-doings Gojo hasn’t committed yet.

He slowly stops coming by your house throughout the week. He does, however, show up to the occasional party, hoping to catch a glimpse of you in your tight white shirt and denim shorts, is just a coincidence.

His texts to you are short and fewer in between, only ever messaging you if Geto doesn’t answer his phone.

It goes on like this for days—maybe longer, he’s not sure—so it's no surprise how you instantly notice his sudden distance.

There’s a lot of restraint—he should get a reward for it, really—from taking you right there in the hallway when you look up at him underneath your long lashes, how you call him Satoru instead of Gojo, brows furrowed as you ask him if everything’s okay.

God, you are just so sweet.

He curls a finger under your chin. "Yeah, sweetheart. Everything's okay."

You give him a shy smile. He wants to believe that you’ve also been lost without him—realizes in the same breath that it hardly matters, only that you’re here and take his hand in yours. He willingly follows as you lead him toward your bedroom, biting your lip with a glance over your shoulder.

“Can I show you something?"

Gojo completely forgets that this isn’t how he anticipated things to go, how he had it all orchestrated a certain way—like the girl who’s probably still waiting for him to get back from the bathroom, the one he used as a decoy to get Geto to think Gojo’s no longer chasing the hem of his sister’s skirt.

None of that matters, though, not with your much smaller hand in his, your black skirt swaying around your hips as you pull him into your room, all with the intent of you showing him something—his smart girl on a mission.

And you do, when he has your skirt pooling around your waist, your soaking wet panties on display for him to run the pad of his thumb over. You make these small, happy noises when he kisses you, just like you did that night on the couch, running your delicate fingers up his chest to pull his shirt off.

It feels like victory at the sound of your clothes hitting the floor, his mouth wrapped around your nipple while you gasp, a cute little gurgle trapped in the back of your throat. The feel of your thighs pressing against his ears.

He’s had a lot of experience with winning, has always been academically inclined, taller than the other kids growing up, and is good at pulling strings where it counts.

But this—you laid out on the bed with your hands spread at your sides, like an offering for his leisure alone, fingers clenching into the sheets—is the best win yet.

"We shouldn't," he says, glancing up from between your legs to watch you squirm underneath him. Gojo wants you to think you have some agency here, even as every piece tumbles into place, giving him what he wants. "What if your brother finds out?"

"But I want to," you pout, foot stomping against the mattress petulantly.

He laughs, and your pout grows more beautiful. “Ask nicely.”

It’s a theatrical huff and an attempted shift of your hips before you finally say, “Please.”

"So spoiled," he hums just before pressing the thick pad of his thumb against the wet patch of silk directly above the little button at the apex of your thighs.

You mewl, hips bucking up into his touch—so responsive. It makes him smile at how needy you are, Geto's innocent sister looking anything but by the second, and crawls up your body to kiss you again.

"Have you ever done this?" he asks, knowing the answer but wanting to hear the words come from your mouth.

“What? Kiss?” you giggle breathlessly. “We did this already—”

He kisses your nose. “No, baby, had a dick in this little princess cunt.”

Your mouth falls slack, and you shake your head shyly, all confidence from a moment ago gone as you mumble out a soft "no."

It makes his dick throb where it’s still tucked away in his boxers, already half-hard from watching you parade downstairs in your short skirt all night.

Gojo’s lips quirk, eyes crinkling in the corners. "That's okay. Our secret, remember?"

“Will it hurt?”

He nips at your chin. “I’ll go slow. How about that?”

Slow is hardly the word he’d use once he fits his cock in you, your face pinching, a gratifying sight that you’re now his. You’re so hot and wet, and it’s the build-up of weeks teasing himself, of wondering what you’d feel like (what you’d sound like) until all he can do is pound your sweet little cunt that he’ll have to soothe with his mouth later.

Your walls keep fluttering around him from your third—no, fourth orgasm—and he swears he almost goes a little cross-eyed when he pulls out to see the creamy mess coating him from his belly button to the base of his dick.

There’s a mixture of tears and drool covering your flower-laced pillow, a series of little whimpers reaching his ears as Gojo rearranges your legs and presses them closer to your chest.

"Aw, pretty baby, does that feel good?" he coos, attempting to catch the next set of tears with the wide pad of his thumb. You tremble, caught in a trap between the bed and his pelvis, grinding into your clit.

"S'good," you moan, even though you press shaky fingers against his stomach so that you can have a moment to breathe.

"None of that," he tuts, easily grabbing your wrists and bringing them above your head. "How am I supposed to fuck you with your hands in the way?"

He thrusts forward and presses against that spot that has you clenching down hard around him.

“Fuck, that’s it—you’re gonna look so good with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

You whine. "Ah, you—you can’t—you can’t c-cum in me.”

Gojo squeezes your cheeks with his free hand to cut off your protests. He presses a sweet kiss to your puckered lips, making you fall pliant as he works your wet, open cunt.

"Come on, be a good girl." He feels you squeeze around him, and he rewards you with another kiss. "There you go. I'm gonna fuck you nice and hard, and you're going to take it for me, yeah? I won't cum in you." He grunts. "Promise—"

But he does until you're so full that he watches his cum leak out of you until he pushes it back in with his fingers, and you release a high-pitched squeal when he buries them deep.

"Shh, baby, we might get caught," Gojo says with a little smirk because he already knows Geto is outside your bedroom door.

You had been so intent on getting Gojo to your room that you forgot to shut your door all the way, leaving a large enough gap for anyone to see inside if they happened to walk by.

But your eyes were too far in the back of your skull to notice your brother with cum dripping down his fist after listening to his little sister get her brains fucked out by his best friend—his cock twitching in his hand from your cute whimpers. Gojo looks over at him with a sly grin before dipping his hips into you again, enjoying his prize after patiently waiting.

Maybe later, Geto will have to teach you what happens to sisters who don't listen to their big brothers.

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。what’s mine is yours

synopsis. suguru is a good best friend—he shares everything. just this once, he shares you too

— word count. 2.1k (it's short i promise)

— contents. fem! reader, reader is suguru's girlfriend, minors do not interact, virgin satoru <3, cuckolding, fingering, safe sex (who am i ?? jk suguru would not let satoru hit raw lol), petnames (princess, baby, and sweetheart), suguru teaching satoru how to fuck <3

— notes. dash pls look away. i am horny at 1 am

satoru, for all his big talk and loud front all these years, is still a virgin. suguru finds it a tad bit funny—but out of the kindness of his heart, he decides to help his best friend change that.

how? you, of course.

“be careful how you handle her,” suguru says with a sly smile, “she’s still my girlfriend—and i have to take care of her. isn’t that right, baby?” his gaze turns to you, finger stroking your cheek gently as you whimper.

“so wet,” satoru mumbles, fingers sinking curiously into your dripping cunt, flexing slowly to pump in and out of you as you whine. his fingers are long, maybe longer than suguru’s—but not nearly as skilled.

“yeah?” suguru chuckles, “bet you like that, huh? careful though, satoru—don’t get used to this. she’s still mine.”

suguru, the ever gracious best friend, has always been one to share. he decides perhaps he can extend the favor to include his girlfriend too—but you’re precious, sweet and kind and oh so doting. he can’t share you permanently. no, it’s a one time thing—after that, satoru will have to find his own perfect little pussy to savor.

“you really get all of this? all to yourself?” satoru marvels, thumbing your clit as you gasp, your hand reaching over to clutch at suguru’s pants. his hand rests over your, thumb brushing over your knuckles as he hums soothingly.

“yeah,” your boyfriend grins, “every day. whenever i want. right, baby?”

“uh huh,” you nod—and then you cut yourself off with a squeal when satoru’s fingertips brush against that sweet spot deep within your walls, making you flutter around him with a tight squeeze. he doesn’t find it as easily as suguru, doesn’t know how to angle and curl the tips of his fingers when he sinks into you.

and fuck, satoru thinks, suguru is so damn lucky.

“she’s a vocal one,” he chuckles, “you’ve been living the dream.”

“you should hear her when you use your mouth,” suguru chuckles—how embarrassing. you want to crawl onto his lap and hide away in his neck, hide away from satoru’s eyes that are watching you so carefully. satoru has good eyes—the best, even.

but you also like it. for some reason, when his eyes stare down at you with a darkened shade of blue you’ve never seen before, you feel the slick pooling from your core, smearing down your thighs and glossing over his fingers, wetter than ever.

satoru has that effect on people—even if he is a bit inexperienced.

“do i get to do that too?” he asks, sending your boyfriend a lopsided smirk.

suguru raises a brow, tightening his hand’s grip on yours before grunting a low, “don’t get ahead of yourself, satoru.”

“you said it yourself, suguru,” he chuckles, “what’s mine is yours.”

“not her,” suguru growls. and then, sweetly, he turns to you before pecking your forehead with a gentleness he keeps for only you. “you ready, princess?”

“princess,” satoru repeats thoughtfully, “yeah i guess you’re a bit of a princess, aren’t ya?”

“p-please,” you sniffle, tugging on suguru’s wrist, “need more, sugu.”

“yeah? he’s not doing his job, is he?” suguru pouts in sympathy, but his eyes are laced with amusement—like he’s enjoying the show in front of him. you’re sure he is, if the throbbing erection he sports is of any hint.

“hey,” satoru gasps, wounded, “i’m doing exactly what you told me—”

“here,” suguru throws him a condom, cutting him off, “put that on. you’re out of your mind if you think you’re feeling her. that’s only for me.”

“fine,” satoru huffs. you watch as he rolls the condom over his neglected cock—it’s red, swollen and aching, flushed at the tip and drooling with pre cum as he hisses when his hand wraps around it.

it’s pretty, you’ll give him that. satoru isn’t as thick as suguru, but he makes up for it by being a bit longer. he curves a bit with a thick vein running along the underside of his cock, balls heavy as they hang painfully, achingly full. he’s neatly trimmed—messy white strands of hair unlike suguru’s dark ones. you don’t know which one you prefer, if you could even pick one of you had to.

you watch with wide, fascinated eyes as his mouth parts with a low gasp when he accidentally teases the tip a bit as he clumsily works the rubber over himself. he’s sensitive at the head—just like suguru. gives those sweet little breathy whimpers when his slit is thumbed at. it’s cute, you think, maybe not as cute as suguru—but it’s still pretty adorable.

“go slow when you go in,” suguru warns, “if you hurt her, i’ll kill you.”

“she’s tough, she can take it,” satoru pats your cheek with a sly grin, “aren’t you, princess?”

“watch it, satoru,” you hear suguru growl, “don’t get too comfortable.”

“aw, it’s all in good fun, right? she’s taking it so well.”

you do take it well—you let satoru’s fingers play with your for ages, let him learn where to find that sensitive spot is in the back of your walls, let him rub your clit slowly—even if you ache for those fast circles suguru always gifts you with. and now, you’re even letting him slide into you, slowly but surely, inching his hardened cock into your impatiently wet cunt with agonizing patience.

“that feel good, baby?” suguru asks you once satoru’s buried to the hilt, splitting you almost in two as you breathe unevenly and nod. and satoru? well, he’s not faring any better—grit teeth and clenched jaw, panting harshly as he focuses on not cumming right then and there.

you’re right—way tighter than his hand, and way warmer too. fuck suguru for making him wear the condom, and fuck suguru for landing such a perfect pussy too. he doesn’t know how he’s meant to go back to using his fist after a taste of this.

“you can move now—go slow at first, and then go faster when she’s close. she likes that. and don’t forget this,” suguru’s hand travels to your clit, giving a soft like pat that makes you whimper before he rubs it with those quick circles you love so much. “she likes when you touch this too. they all do—so when you get yourself your own girl to fuck, make sure you remember that.”

“i know what the clit is,” satoru grumbles, “i’ve watched porn, y’know.”

“i bet,” suguru chuckles, “is this your first time seeing a clit in person? pretty, isn’t it? everything about her is pretty.”

“suguru,” you whine in embarrassment, burying your head back into the pillow as much as you can, “you talk so much.”

“baby,” he insists, “someone has to humble him. he’s all bark and no bite.”

“i can too bite,” satoru grunts—and to prove it, he angles his hips to pull out, almost completely, before thrusting back into you. you cry out—clutching suguru’s hand tightly as your tits bounce. satoru let’s out a choked moan, gasping as you squeeze around his sensitive cock, eyes fluttering shut with pleasure.

it’s so good. suguru has it so good. you’re so good—perfect, even.

“f-fuck, more, need more,” you sob, and because suguru can’t help himself, his hand grabs at your tit, pinching and tugging at your nipple as he lets you squeeze his other hand in yours. “please, please—faster.”

“you heard her,” suguru hums, “she needs it faster.”

satoru’s good at fucking you—for his first time, he’s got your back arching and toes curling rather quickly. the blunt head of his cock brushes against your sweet spot with ease, long and curved enough to nudge against it with every roll of his hips. of course, no one knows how to fuck you until you see stars like suguru—but he comes to a close second.

your gasps have turned into long, wanton moans, and satoru moans in sync, head falling next to yours on the pillow as his breath fans over your shoulder with every harsh pant. his hips are rutting into you, slamming desperately as he feels you squeeze around him with every deep thrust. you can hear the squelching sound of your arousal as he bullies into your dripping cunt, smeared along the insides of your thighs. it’s messy, it’s rushed, it’s desperate and it feels so, so good.

satoru has never felt this good—and you? well….you have to admit you’ve never felt like this before either. it’s new, maybe not better, but certainly not worse.

“oh, fuck,” satoru groans, voice cracking as he whines against your shoulder, “f-fuck your so tight—‘s so good. so, so good….’m not g-gonna last much longer.”

“are you close, baby?” suguru strokes your cheek, watching as your eyes squeeze and your face twists in pleasure, “can’t have him be the only one cumming. that’s no good.”

“close! ‘m…’m so close, sugu. gonna cum,” you gasp as you nod.

if satoru wasn’t so lost on the feeling of your tight walls constricting around him, fluttering so perfectly that he almost feels like he can’t move, he might have protested that you addressed suguru and not him—he’s the one fucking you after all. it should be him you’re telling that you’re close, not your boyfriend. just because suguru is your boyfriend doesn’t mean he’s the one who gets to bear the reward for making you cum.

right now, that’s satoru.

“aw c’mon, sweetheart, you’re gonna—o-oh, shit,” he cuts himself off with a breathy moan, “you’re gonna make me cry. say my name too, yeah?”

“satoru,” suguru warns lowly.

“see? jus’ like that. yeah, pretty? say it just how suguru did,” satoru, murmurs against your ear, biting your earlobe softly.

your hand, much to suguru’s dismay, tugs from his grasp so your arms can wrap around satoru’s neck and cling to his large figure as he towers over you, fucking you mercilessly. his pace is frenzied now—that steady ache building up in his throbbing length is about to burst, and that coil in your belly feels like it’ll snap any second too.

“s-satoru, please—‘m c-close, so close,” you mewl, “wanna cum.”

he grins, blue eyes raking over your body as his thumb finds your clit and rubs harshly over it in that way you’ve been craving.

“yeah? you close, pretty? ‘s good to hear. i am too,” he murmurs lowly, finishing the sentence off with a shaky gasp as you squeeze around him.

and then you fall over the edge—he sends you hurtling into your high before you can ever register it. it’s new, satoru thinks—it makes his hips stutter for a second when he feels you spasm around his cock like that, sucking him in and squeezing around him enough that he chokes on a whimper and cums right then and there too. he thinks it’s a miracle he held out just long enough to cum after you, thanking anyone who’s listened to his prayers of lasting. it’s almost impossible not to finish immediately with how your walls hug around his length.

by now, his hips have lost any rhythm they might’ve had before, sloppily rutting into you as he desperately rides out his orgasm, thick ropes of cum spilling into the condom that separates him from fully feeling your warmth. he’s sensitive—his cock is throbbing even as he lets go of that built up tension in the form of white, hot release. you milk him until he’s almost certain he’s got nothing left to give, dry and worn out from the way you pulse so harshly around him.

“so good—m-make me feel so good,” satoru breathes in wonder as he finishes, thumb slowing itself along your clit before his body slumps over yours.

it’s hot, it’s sweaty, it’s a mess of limbs as he rests over you, still quivering over your body from the aftershocks of his orgasm. it’s earth shattering—how you make him feel. has he really been missing out on this all this time?

“you’re heavy,” you grumble, patting at his shoulder. he chuckles into your neck, catching his breath.

“yeah? heavier than suguru?”

“i’m careful enough to collapse next to her,” suguru mutters from the side.

“fuck, that was amazing,” satoru rolls over, sprawling himself on the mattress next to you, chest heaving as he breathes, “i see why suguru spoils you so much. you keep him happy, huh?”

“oh yes,” suguru drawls, eyes narrowing. gently, he grabs your wrist and tugs at you, making you sit up as you eye the bulge in his pants and the large wet spot of pre cum staining the fabric. “you’ll see just how happy she makes me in a second here—she’s good with her mouth too.”

idk what possessed me to write this i rly don't. all i know is i want them both carnally

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Unexpected Ch.3: Stay

Ch. 1 • Ch. 2 • Ch. 3

Warnings: super fluffy, a teeny bit of angst but like not really, smut of course, FXFXF threesome, squirting, fingering, oral, massages, MXFXF threesome, MXF sex, rough sex, semi public sex, belly bulge (I dead ass had to look this up to see wtf it looked like…I’m now permanently the 😀 emoji)

A/N: the third part of Unexpected!! I said I was going to get this out before march… but naturally my life decided to fall apart. But there is a grand total of 3 smut scenes in this chapter YALL…

Word count: just short of 9k

“Y/N?” You set your pen down, tired eyes trailing up to see Shinobu standing in your doorway. “Do you need something, Lady Kocho?” You were so tired you forgot no one was around, there was no reason to address her as your supervisor. “You really are tired.” She began to laugh, entering the room to take the stool your patients usually sat on. “I am.” Your hands came up to rub your face, every bone was aching. The sun was slowly beginning to rise outside of your small office, your shift was nearly done.

“It was easier when you still lived here, huh.” Shinobu was still a little bit annoyed that Tengen managed to take you from her. “Traveling is the only part I don’t like. As much as I loved it here, I like my new home a little more.” You knew Shinobu wouldn’t take it the wrong way, even as she faked a pout. “Never mind this job tiring you out, you got four people at home putting you through the ringer too.” She winked at your flustered face. “Oh! They aren’t that bad…” you tugged the collar of your uniform up a little more, hoping it would hide the bruise Suma had left on your neck.

“You know you can always sleep here and travel home later in the day. You don’t need to go running the second the sun is up.” Shinobu was looking pretty tired herself. “I know, but I haven’t been home in nearly two days. If I get one more teary eyed crow from Tengen I think I’ll lose my mind.” You were giggling as you spoke, most messages included Suma’s tears on the paper. “My my, they are quite needy aren’t they? It must be nice having people love you that much.” Your eyes widened a bit at that, blinking a few times at Shinobu before a smile crept up your tired face. “Yeah…it is nice.”

“You can go now, get home to them. I’m sure they’re probably already up and waiting.”

“Are you sure?” You didn’t like leaving your position early, anything could happen between that very moment at the thirty minutes before your shift actually ended. “Aoi will be up with the girls to take over for me very soon. I don’t think we’ll have a crazy rush or corps members that need help.” Shinobu herself looked ready to crawl into bed, these last two days truly were as hectic as you felt they were. When you still seemed hesitant, she continued. “You’re his tsugoku now, y/n. By corps rule, that comes first. Aren’t you leaving for a mission very soon?”

You stilled, you nearly forgot about the mission. “We are still waiting for a report back from an informant. Once we get that, we leave immediately.” Shinobu hummed, getting up slowly to open the window near your desk. “If that’s the case, you really need to get home and sleep.” Early morning light began spilling into the room. “Look at that, if you leave now the sun will be up by the time you get home.” She was ushering you up and out of your chair. “Shinobu are you sure?” You were only a few steps from the door at this point. “Yes! Like I said, they are probably waiting for you at this point!”

You stumbled through the door and into the hall. “Alright! Alright I’ll go!” The exhaustion was making you giddy, “good luck, y/n!” Most would assume that was for the mission, you knew otherwise. Heat flooded your cheeks as you waved her off, making a beeline down the hall towards the stairs. “I hope one of them is awake, I’ll probably fall asleep on the front porch at this rate.” You hoped they’d be willing to crawl back under the covers for a bit, or at least until you fell asleep.

The walk between the butterfly estate and the Uzui estate was only a few miles. All together you made it home just as the sun was fully risen above the horizon, just like Shinobu said you would. “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” You could have collapsed then and there seeing Makio on the front porch, Hina was beside her. “You’re both up early!” You made your way through the gates, a warm cup of tea in both their hands. “Well, we were hoping to greet you when you made it home. Tengen and Suma are still fast asleep.” Hina scooted slightly, making enough space for you to sit between them.

“Y/N…you look exhausted.” Makio’s hand came to hold yours, worry filling her eyes. “I am. It’s been a crazy last two days at the estate’s infirmary. And now Tengen and I could be leaving for that mission soon…” you trailed off. You weren’t one for stress, and you didn’t like sharing that stress. But you couldn’t keep anything from them, they could read you like an open book. “Let’s get you to bed then! No point in sitting out here with us.” Hina was standing by the time she finished speaking. “I’d actually like to take a bath first…” you were being pulled up by Makio. “A bath it is.”

You weren’t sure how long you’d get to sleep, and a bath would be out of the question if you didn’t take it now. “I’ll heat up the water, Makio can give you a massage. I’m sure your muscles must be aching.” You missed the wink Hina shot Makio, resting heavily into her support as they led you into the estate. “Tengen and Suma will probably be asleep for another hour or two. Tengen has been staying up fairly late training and waiting for you to return. Plus with the mission he’s been sleeping as much as he can. Suma is…well she’s Suma. She’s always been a heavy sleeper and Tengen is a cuddle bug. So it works out very well for her.”

Your heart tugged a bit at the fact that Tengen had been staying up late despite training all day, eagerly waiting for your return. It was only two days, but that was the longest you’ve been apart from them since this all started. Shinobu found it a little excessive with the amount of crows you received with messages from them. “I missed that bed. It just isn't the same, sleeping alone is rather cold.” You thanked Makio softly as you entered the bathroom. Hina got to work while Makio helped you undress. “What’s this?” You were completely bare, Makio’s eyes fixated on your upper thigh. A bruise expanded across the plush skin, dark in the middle and yellow around the edges.

“It’s been a nightmare at the infirmary, the blood demon arts were causing a patient to seize. While trying to restrain their limbs, they managed to get a good kick at me.” Makio and Hina both looked frightened, it never dawned on them how dangerous it could be just being a nurse. It was also the first time they’d ever seen an injury on you. “Oh don’t look so scared! I’ve gotten far, far worse.” That didn’t seem to ease their nerves, but they returned to their tasks in order not to upset you. “Here we go, lavender oil.” Makio smiled as she poured a bit into her palms, rubbing them together.

She started with your shoulders, nimble fingers working out the tension. A breathy moan left your lips, you didn’t intend for it to sound as erotic as it did. The slight hesitation in Makio’s movements nearly made you giggle. “Tengen is a fairly heavy sleeper, but don’t be shocked if he appears in that doorway. He’s got a keen ear for anything sexual.” You felt a blush creep up your face, doing your best to keep any noises in. Makio’s hands moved to the middle of your back now. “You have a lot of tension.” Hina had left her post by the slowly heating bath, picking up the bottle of oil to assist Makio in massaging you.

You watched with bated breath as Hina dropped to her knees, glistening hands slowly massaging one of your calves. “Just relax, y/n. Hell you can even fall asleep if you Wanna.” Makio was at the middle of your back now. Every ache and pain faded under her skilled touch. You certainly would fall asleep if it wasn’t for the persistent pulse radiating from between your thighs. “As if…” you leaned into Makio’s touch as she reached the bottom of your back. A low guttural moan left you, she was working out the knots you didn’t even know you had down there.

This time you felt Hina’s fingers freeze, she was slowly making her way past your knee. “Y/n. Tengen is going to break through this door in two seconds if you don’t keep quiet.” There was a hint of laughter in Makio’s voice. “Sorry…you’re good at this.” You felt no shame, you knew what game they were up to by now…so what was the harm in playing back? Silence fell over the room again, Hina had stopped mid way up your thigh to switch to your other leg. You knew by now you were helplessly turned on, it was taking everything in you to not squeeze your thighs together.

“Don’t you think the bath is warm by now?” Makio was working her way up one of your arms. “I’m sure it is, but this is such a nice moment Makio.” You cooed, leaning into her touch. “Don’t you think my breasts would look nice covered in oil?” Maybe it was the lack of sleep talking, but you couldn’t suppress the fit of giggles that bubbled in your chest. “They…they would.” Hina seemed a bit hypnotized for a moment, eyes glued to your chest. You let out a gasp of surprise when Makio’s hands slid up your sides, coming around to grasp your breasts. “Would you like to test that theory out?”

She began massaging the tender flesh with oily hands. The shine transferred the more she worked, leaving Hina to stare in wonder as you submitted to Makio’s touch. After a moment Makio’s head appeared over your shoulder. “Well, would you look at that? They look even better than I imagined. Wouldn’t you agree, Hina?” Slick hands began parting your thighs, “oh, I agree.” She seemed to snap out of her daze. Your thighs fell open easily for her, you watched through lidded eyes as Hina took in your cunt. “You‘re already wet.” She used oil slick fingers to spread you open. “Of course I am, you two have been…” you swallowed thickly as Makio rolled your nipples between her fingertips.

“Y-you two have been playing with me…” you sounded like a whiny child, gasping as Hina slipped a finger inside of you. “Remember you two… we have to be quiet.” If this all worked out well, you’d have a quick stress reliever, a bath and be snuggled under warm sheets within an hour. One of Makio’s hands covered your mouth as you openly moaned. Hina had introduced a second finger into your slick heat, two days without them left you embarrassingly sensitive. “Y/n, what did I just say?”

You tried to relax yourself, deep even breathing was the only thing that allowed Makio’s hand to leave your mouth. All the while Hina’s fingers never slowed. You let your eyes flutter shut, Makio’s hands returned to their fondling. “Y-you know… I can use my hands too…” you had no way of reaching either of them though. “We can worry about that another time. For now this is all about you.” Hina’s mouth lowered to your cunt as she finished speaking. You held in a whiny moan as her tongue toyed with your clit. The sensation made tears prick your eyes, you didn’t dare touch yourself while at work even when you were in your own bed. The neglect was truly making you overly sensitive…how embarrassing.

“O-oh…” you wailed softly, hand coming up to cover your mouth. Makio’s front was pressing fully to your back as you leaned, whole body conflicted between relaxing and staying focused on Hina’s eager tongue. “Shh…” Makio cooed softly, bending down to kiss your head. “Just relax…let go…” you whimpered as she pinched your nipples again. The tension in your gut was growing tighter with each thrust of Hina’s fingers. “Come for her, y/n. Cream all over her fingers and mouth.” A gasp left you, not expecting Makio to become so bold with her words.

All the while, steam was filling the room. The bath was too hot at this point, but neither woman seemed to care when they had you quivering under their fingers. The added heat wasn’t helping your exhaustion, it felt like being wrapped in a warm blanket. “Look how relaxed you’re getting, y/n. Come for Hina. Make a mess of her.” You were starting to break a sweat, shivering despite the warmth. “G-gonna…” the tension was breathlessly tight, any second now and you’d be a mess.

“Gonna come? Then come, baby. Hina’s mouth is full of you right now, but she’d be saying the same thing if she could.” Makio’s voice was against your ear, only making the overwhelming pleasure all the more unbearable. Hina’s fingers were rubbing deliberate circles, fingers curling every few seconds. Her tongue was moving in perfect rhythm with her fingers, before you could even respond you were gasping for breath. Entire body tensing as your orgasm hit you so harshly you jolted forward. “There we go!” Makio praised you, hands pulling you back to her so Hina could continue.

Tears leaked down your cheeks now, if you weren’t tired before — you certainly were now. The same could be said about a bath, you really had no choice now… even if it was your idea to begin with. “H-Hina you can stop…” a slow drip sounded against the tile floor. Your body jerks with each suck as Hina didn’t relent. You felt the tension building up quicker than before, a different sensation accompanied it. “H-Hina…” you whined, hands coming down to grip the stool in an attempt to keep yourself grounded. “You’re not giving her a break?” Makio seemed genuinely confused, maybe even a little disappointed.

It seems she was hoping for some attention despite her earlier statement about this being all about you.

This time it felt like a sudden snap. No build up, no leaning one way or the other. This second orgasm came in record time, still riding off the shockwaves of your first. This time though, you felt liquid spray from between your legs. The sensation making your grip on the stool turns your knuckles white. “Hina!” You wailed, thighs trembling and clenching so tightly you were positive they’d cramp. She finally relented, leaving you feeling like a puddle of jelly. “Fuck.” Makio was using her body weight to keep you supported as you slumped into her. “Maybe I overdid it…” Hina was pulling off the clothes you accidentally soiled.

“You think? Help me get her to the bath.”

“Don’t you think the bath is too hot now…” you were thankful for Makio’s hands guiding you over. “Think of it as a hot spring.” Hina was getting in with you, since you had made her quite a mess as well. “Makio can clean up while we bathe.” Hina shot the other woman a wink, trying not to laugh as a vein bulged in her head. “That’s not fa—“ she trailed off when she saw your sleepy face relax into the bath. “That’s fine. Rest.”

You were completely oblivious to both women’s worried faces. There was something jarring to them seeing you so vulnerable, it was a different type of vulnerable. The bath itself was the perfect type of hot, it had your muscles relaxing even more than their massage did. Before you knew it, your eyes were shouting and you were falling into the warm embrace of sleep. “Well that didn’t take long…” Hina was cradling you to her chest, Makio was wiping up the mess you made on the tiles.

“Already asleep?” Your breathing was even, face perfectly relaxed. “Very much so.” Hina’s fingers combed through your hair, reaching for the small cup to begin filling it and dumping it to wet your locks. “She looked very…” Makio hesitated, you were tired and she knew that. But again, you looked positively exhausted. Plus the fact that you walked all the way home like that?

“I know…” Hina couldn’t say it either, her heart aching a bit. “Maybe it was a bad idea having her move in with us.” She made her way to the side of the tub, fingers gently reaching for you but deciding against it. “Not a bad idea…but certainly a selfish one on our part.” She hugged you a little tighter, relaxing into the bath more so you’d be more comfortable.

“Tengen asked her to be us tsugoku, she agreed. He asked her to move in, she agreed. She is still continuing to work for lady kocho on top of all of that.” Makio grabbed the stool as she spoke, setting it by the side of the tub so she could talk. “That is the life of a demon slayer. Always moving, never stopping. She knew what she was getting into. But maybe her work load would be just a little easier if she still lived at the butterfly estate.”

You’d only been living with them for about a month now. Hina could recall a handful of times you needed to drop everything due to an emergency at the estate. She knew — as far as you’d tell her — that none of the emergencies ended badly. Every patient was okay in the end, but she knew that wouldn’t always be the case. Would you be able to deal with a patient not making it because you were a few seconds too late on arrival?

“She looks so tired…Hina.” Makio’s hands were slowly massaging your scalp, working the soap in. “She does. This is the first time since she’s moved in that she’s been so busy at the estate that it was nearly two full days of no contact. According to Tengen, that is a fairly easy run compared to stories she’s told him. It can last even up to a week. It all depends on how many come in, what they were affected by, how injured they are. It’s also up to her and lady kocho to make remedies at the drop of a hat, even if they’ve never seen that sort of demon art before.”

She began pouring water over your head again, all the while you still slept peacefully. “We’ll probably have to wake Tengen to help us get out of the bath. We certainly won’t be able to do it in a way that won’t wake her up.” She cradled you as if you were a small child. “Isn’t it strange? We got so attached to her so quickly. It was meant to be, don’t you think?” Makio was wandering around the room to find some towels now, Hina began gently washing your body to the best of her ability.

“It’s fate if you ask me. I’ll go wake Tengen.” She left the towels on top of the stool, disappearing through the sliding doors. “I wish you’d open up just a little more…” you hummed unknowingly in your sleep, the sound making Hina tense slightly. “Sleep well, don’t listen to me ramble.” She hugged you just a little tighter as the doors opened again. “So she fell asleep in the tub.” Tengen walked in first followed by Makio, he was still rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“She was very tired, I told you this Tengen.” He laughed softly as he made his way over to Hina. “You two did a good job cleaning her up.” Makio had left out the other parts though she was certain Tengen could probably figure it out. He was shirtless, a pair of pants hanging loosely on his hips. The ones he specifically requested you take from the butterfly mansion because he liked how easy they were to take on and off. Two muscular arms sunk under the water, one residing on your upper back and the other under the curve of your knees. He picked you up slowly, water running off your body in rivets as he moved to cradle you to his chest.

“Towel?” To his amazement, you didn’t even fuss. You were still deeply asleep. Makio handed him one, loosely getting it around your body while taking another to wrap around your hair. “I’ll take her to bed, you two can relax.” Tengen left the room with you in his arms, eyes trailing over your sleeping face down to your wet body. “I miss you, my dear.” He pushed the door open slowly, Suma was still fast asleep. “Two heavy sleepers.” He chuckled softly to himself, sitting on the edge of the bed to try and dry you off before throwing you under the covers.

“Tengen?” Suma’s groggy voice met his ears, a quiet hum leaving him in response. “Is y/n home?” Her voice was quiet, barely there. “She is, sweetheart. She's right here but quiet now…she’s sleeping.” He turned, placing you between him and Suma. “She’s sleeping…” the black haired girl snuggled closer when she realized you were next to her. She hadn’t even opened her eyes yet. A soft hand followed by a soft arm trailed over your middle, she pulled herself tightly to you, settling back into a blissful sleep. “You’d sleep forever if you could, Suma.”

Tengen laid back down, turning so he was facing the two of you. Gentle fingers traced the slopes of your face, pushing damp hair away from it. He didn’t like seeing such dark circles under your eyes. He didn’t like that you seemed to be feeling weak. He had a sinking suspicion that you were overwhelmed, but you wouldn’t say a word. He silently prayed that the informant's crow wouldn’t arrive for at least another day. Soft kisses followed, all across your cheek, your forehead, your nose and temple. He was a mix between tired and awake, but couldn’t stand the idea of leaving you. He settled with the idea of sleep, his arm draping over Suma’s around your middle

When your eyes opened again, you were warm and dry. Eyes blinking sleep away slowly as you realized the sun was brightening the entire room. “You’re awake.” You jumped slightly, head turning to face Tengen. “You slept for only a few hours. It’s not even noon yet, go back to sleep.” He drew closer, flesh pressing against flesh as he cradled your cheek. “I’m not tired…” you didn’t seem to believe your own words, hand coming to rest where Tengen’s was against your cheek.

“Sure you are…” the dark circles had faded just a little, but they were still too prominent for his liking. “I missed you.” Your voice was soft, the slight rustle on the other side of you had you turning away. “It’s just Suma.” You relaxed, Tengen moved his arm so you could see her. “Mornin Y/n.” She had a sleepy grin on her face, eyes peeking open. “Good morning, Suma.” She seemed pleased by your response, snuggling closer. “Makio and Hina are still awake. I’m not sure what they are doing though.” Tengen pulled your attention back.

“Why don’t we have some fun, since you already had fun with Makio and Hina.” Your cheeks flooded with heat, so they had heard you? Suma was shifting upwards now, using her elbow for support to lean over you. “We did absolutely hear you, baby. We also heard Makio shushing you.” Your hands came up to cover your face, embarrassment turning into need as Tengen’s hand lowered down your stomach. “I know you already bathed and all that, but we probably have to leave before the day ends…may as well.”

He concluded as two fingers spread your lips apart, Suma’s hand snaking down to meet his. You sunk your teeth into the side of your cheek, Suma wasted no time rubbing quick circles on your clit. “So long as you are okay with it, you don’t have to do anything.” Suma lowered, toying with your entrance before moving back to your clit, fingers slightly wet. “Y-yeah…” you weren’t sure how to proceed further. “Then let us take care of you like Makio and Hina did.” Tengen pulled the covers off, exposing your naked form.

You hadn’t realized it until that point, but Suma had been naked ass well. Tengen still had a pair of pajama pants clinging to his waist, his arousal evident. “Just relax. Suma keep her open, yeah?” Suma smiled, getting impossibly closer to you. Her breasts pressed into your side, head next to yours as her fingers moved to keep your pussy spread wide. Tengen settled between your thighs, taking in every inch of you. Large hands pushed your thighs open, holding them in place with an iron grip.

“So pretty, baby. I bet you really missed us.” You whined as his mouth lowered, Tengen’s eyes remained trained on your face as his tongue darted out lick your clit. “I-I did…it was so…so lonely sleeping all alone.” You whimpered, Suma’s lips descended to your neck to make more bruises. “Oh I bet…” Suma admired the new bruise, lips pressing to your cheek before moving towards your breasts. “So lonely, but I didn’t even have time to touch myself.” You whined again, eyes meeting Tengen and quickly looking away.

He looked ravenous, the bed head certainly wasn’t helping the aching pulse he was satisfying. “Oh? You were that lonely?” Suma’s hand squeezed your breast as her mouth descended on the other. You didn’t know what to do with your hands, with Suma tending to your chest and Tengen tending to your cunt all you could do is writhe against the sheets. “Y-yeah…” your hands found purchase in the sheets, pulling them tightly as your pleasure grew stronger.

Suma’s tongue swirled slowly around your nipple, teeth grazing it slightly. Your head pushed back into the pillow, eyes squeezing shut as you were once again overwhelmed. Your orgasm earlier still had you feeling overly sensitive. You whined as Tengen massaged the flesh of your thighs, mouth suctioning to your clit. “Tengen…” Suma’s lips pulled away, saliva connecting her to you still. “Hmm?” He hummed against your cunt making you jump. “Why don’t you just fuck her already?”

Tengen’s eyes widened, lips pulling away from your dripping cunt to look at Suma. “You want me to fuck her? Why can’t I enjoy her taste first?” You forgot how similar the two of them were when they were alone together. “Because it’s no fun watching! I wanna see her get all sloppy and whiny. And you could be leaving any minute now!” Suma pouted as if she didn’t just say such dirty thoughts out loud. “Do you want that, y/n?” All attention turned back to you.

“I-I don’t care…” you were slightly annoyed that your pending release had fizzled away. “See Suma! You upset her.” He returned to your cunt without another word, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud before slowly introducing a finger. One of Tengen’s fingers was equivalent to two of Hina’s in your mind. You welcomed the initial discomfort before melting back into your lust filled haze. “Sorry…y/n forgive me.” She sealed her lips over yours before you could even respond. Of course you weren’t mad at her.

Your hands found a new place to reside, and that was in Suma’s hair. You kept her in place, teeth nipping at her bottom lip until she opened wide. You slipped your tongue past her lips, giggling as she tried to fight for dominance. Your advantage slipped through your fingers as Tengen pushed a second past your entrance. Your mouth fell slack, Suma easily dominating the kiss as Tengen didn’t slow.

You couldn’t tell what exactly Suma was doing but she seemed to become restless. After a moment you heard fabric rustle and Suma began to move back and forth at a steady pace. When she pulled away you realized she had stuck a pillow between her thighs. You chose not to say anything, a shaky moan left her lips before you pulled her back. Your orgasm snuck up on you, hands tugging Suma’s hair tight as you cried into her mouth.

“There we go, pretty girl.” Tengen cooed as his fingers were coated in your arousal. He was a bit annoyed you weren’t looking at him, he placed both fingers in his mouth but regardless and sucked them clean. “Hey!” He sat himself up, brow twitching at the fact that he was still being ignored. Your lips were still pressed to Suma’s, hands buried in her hair while her hips rocked into the pillow. Tengen was absolutely dumbfounded for a moment, he’d never been ignored for this long.

He resorted to the one thing he knew would surely grab your attention. He pumped himself a few times, spreading his precum around his shaft before sliding it between your folds. He did so a few times until he felt he was coated enough to slip inside. “Y/n? Suma? Really?” He sighed, you were both too lost in each other to notice him. He pushed in quickly, not wanting to hurt you but not able to deal with the lack of attention.

“T-Tengen!” You wailed as Suma pulled away completely, eyes wide as she looked to the source of your cry. “You were hogging her, Suma.” Tengen’s brows were furrowed, hips moving in and out of you slowly. “Tengen!” She whined as he stuck his tongue out, leaning down over you fully to finally meet your lips. You left Suma slowly, hands buried in Tengen’s hair instead. Suma watched with lidded eyes, hips grinding into the pillow below her. “So hot…” She was breathless, eyes watching Tengen’s hips thrust into you over and over.

“UZUI TENGEN! L/N Y/N! YOUR PRESENCE IS NEEDED!”

All three of you froze. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Tengen’s face buried in your neck, a low groan leaving him. “C-can you come back in like…ten minutes?” You watched the crow flap around the room. “ABSOLUTELY NOT! YOUR PRESENCE IS NEEDED IMMEDIATELY!” It was your turn to groan. “We are in no position to receive this news! Come back in ten minutes!” You tried again. “NO!” It’s shrill cry had Suma reaching for a pillow to throw at it.

“Come back later you damn bird!” She wailed, hips moving again to chase her own high. “I MUST SHARE THE NEWS YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR!” Tengen’s head whipped upwards, weight shifting to one hand and grabbing the pillow from Suma’s grasp. “COME BACK IN TEN MINUTES!” The pillow nearly hit the crow, it squawked in anger before fluttering through the window again. “I'm never leaving that window open again.” With a new motivation, Tengen’s hips began pistoning into you.

“Stupid fucking bird, fuck this.” He was actually angry, your hands shifted from his hair to his shoulders. If you didn’t hold on tight enough you’d be thrusted away from him. “T-Tengen!” His head was brushing your cervix, your nails scraped his back as groans and grunts tumbled from his lips. “No fair!” Suma huffed, humping the pillow in time with Tengen’s thrusts into you. “I don’t get a turn…” she was breathless, sweat dripping down her forehead.

“W-we’ll treat you…all…when we get back…” how the hell were you supposed to leave for this mission when you were starting to lose feelings in your legs? “Y-you better…” Suma hunched forward, a whiny moan spilling from her lips as she came all over the pillow. Your walls clenched tightly around Tengen, orgasm ripping through you for a second time. “Ahh shit…” Tengen moaned, he’d never get used to how tightly you squeezed him. “T-this isn’t the release I wanted you know…”

He was seconds away from spilling into you. Anger fueled his release over the fact that he couldn’t properly cherish you in that moment. “It’s okay…t-there’s always another time…” your eyes shut, trying to breathe through the overstimulation until Tengen finally buried deep. “I’ll make it up to you…” his voice was strained as he pressed his mouth to your ear. Those words held a promise that had your heart picking up in pace.

“Are you sure you two can’t stay?” Makio had finished fixing your hair, Suma had just finished painting on Tengen’s eye makeup. “I wish we could.” You stood, walking over to grab your sheathed blade and attach it to your hip. “According to the crow. It’s a village up north, we now have confirmed activity of demonic presence.” Tengen stood, walking over to meet you and pick up his blades. “It seems to be a group of them but it’s unlikely to be upper moons. The informant seems to think there is a lower moon, but I don’t think it will be much for the two of us to handle.”

Makio’s hands fidgeted with her kimono, worried eyes glancing at Suma and Hina. “It won’t take us more than a few days. Less than a week for sure.” You could sense their tension, you had to wonder if they were always like this when Tengen left for missions. “That’s too long.” Suma had tears welling in her eyes, hands turning to fists as she tried to force them away. “Suma…” you still weren’t used to someone being so disheartened by your absence.

“We’ll be back before you know it. That goes for all three of you.” Tengen noticed the glimmer of tears in Makio and Hina’s eyes as well. Hina was the first to move, walking forward and pulling both of you into a hug. Makio and Suma appeared seconds later. You didn’t expect the ache you felt in your chest when you hugged them back just as tight. “Come back to us in one piece…please.” Hina’s words were hoarse, tears threatening to spill. “Of course we will. You know I’ll keep her safe.”

“And you know I’ll keep him safe.” You smiled up at Tengen, one he returned just as quickly. “Good luck.” Makio let go reluctantly, pulling a crying Suma away. “Seriously, we’ll be back before you know it.” You and Tengen made your way out of the estate and down its front steps. “We have quite a way to go. We probably won’t make it to our destination today.” You started off at a normal pace, you wouldn’t start covering real ground until you had a plan in place.

“We’ll travel until we can’t, though I’d rather find an inn for us to get a good night's sleep.” You slowly began realizing this was going to be your first time alone with Tengen since the night you first met him. “It’s better to be rested than arrive at our destination struggling to stay awake. Surely a Hashira and his tsugoku is going to raise suspicion.” Your legs were still a little shaky, desperately wanting to fall into Tengen’s arms. “That’s true, we’ll stop at an inn when we are nearly at our destination or when the moon is high in the sky. Whichever comes first.”

He took off after that, leaving you to pick up the pace and chase after him. You were used to training with him like this, his initial goal for you was to match his speed. Yet, your earlier realization was tugging at your thoughts more so than keeping up with him. This would be your first time alone with Tengen since the night everything initially happened. You hadn’t even shared his bed without one other woman in it. And it’s not like you minded, but there was something so nerve racking about sharing a bed with just him.

Those thoughts ran around your head the entirety of your run. Tengen being Tengen never once slowed, not until the sun was slowly disappearing behind the mountains. “I think this is a good spot to take a break!” You practically collapsed, Tengen had barely broken a sweat. “You aren’t human.” You shouldered off your pack, rummaging through it for water. “You did well, y/n.” He was slowly sipping his own, a smile on his face as you guzzled down the cool liquid. “You think? I still have a long way to go, master.”

You held in a laugh, it wasn’t often you got to properly address him as your superior. Mostly because he didn’t see himself as anything other than your soon to be doting husband. You just liked to tease him with the nickname. “Don’t.” He tried to sound serious but a smile was tugging at his lips. “You know you like it, master.” He shook his head, thankful that he was already flushed from running. “I was going to give you ten minutes to relax. Just for that we are leaving now.” Tengen was gone within a blink.

“Oh come on!” Once again you scrambled to grab your things, running after the man at a speed just a little slower. He wasn’t kidding, the next time he even showed signs of stopping it wasn’t until the moon was high in the sky. “T-Tengen…please…” you were slowing, muscles screaming for a break as you made it into a village not far off from your destination. The white haired man slowed, turning to look at you. The dark circles returning to your face in a more prominent manner made his heart clench. “How could I be so careless…”

He was so caught up in treating this professionally that he nearly forgot about how exhausted you must be. “Let’s find a place to sleep.” He was holding onto your arm, head whipping around until he spotted a small building advertising vacancy. Within five minutes you were being carried up a flight of stairs. “I can still walk, you know. I’m just tired.” You giggled as Tengen refused to put you down, the stern look in his eyes making worry scratch at the back of your mind.

“Tengen?” He was unlocking the door with one hand, pushing it open and bringing you inside. “Tengen.” He set you on the bed, still not speaking. “You’re worrying me. Did I do something wrong?” You sat up, watching him lock the door. At the question his head turned, a more gentle look crossing over his face as he walked to you. “You did nothing wrong, my love.” You blinked at him, swallowing as he crouched down before you. “I’m the one that needs to be apologizing, I did something wrong, after all.” Larger hands engulfed your own, bringing them up so plush lips kissed your knuckles.

“I’m a bit lost.” You smiled at his kisses nonetheless. “I was careless, I should have given you more breaks.” His eyes met yours and your heart sunk. Did he think you couldn’t handle this? “Am I not doing well?” You tried to hide your hurt but Tengen saw straight through it. “You’re doing wonderful.” His tone felt like a father talking to a hurt child, you squeezed his hands back. “I don’t get it then.” He shook his head at the offended look in your eyes. “You’re tired, y/n. You’ve been tired for nearly three days and you haven’t had proper sleep. Then I went and got selfish twice. Both times just to satisfy myself.”

“To satisfy yourself?” You knew the first event in question was that morning, but the second? “I didn’t stop because I couldn’t get you out of my mind. This is our first time alone.” So he had been thinking the same thing as you. “Tengen…” your voice was soft, sure you were tired but it was hard to feel tired when he was looking at you like that. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I agree with Hina. I want you to leave the corps…maybe if I get you pregnant…you could at least take a little break.” You blinked, laughter bubbling up in you.

“Save that for another day…though I guess I wouldn’t mind you trying.” You knew he’d never force you to leave, but his choice method wasn’t all that bad. “Are you too tired…” his hands let go of your own, instead moving to hold your hips. “Never too tired for you…” you reached up, taking off his headband and dropping it to the side. His lips met yours in a soft kiss, knees hitting the ground to give himself better balance. You busied yourself with undoing the tie that kept his hair back, smiling into the kiss as his white locks hit your face.

You shivered as Tengen’s hands ran up your sides, slowly reaching to undo the buttons of your uniform. “I’ll be damned for doing this on a mission.” His forehead was still pressed to yours, saliva keeping you connected. “As if you care about things like that.” You kissed him again, hands burying in his hair as he popped open the last few buttons of your uniform top. “You’re right…” he began to laugh, pushing you further into the bed until you laid flat. “You already did this earlier…let me have a turn.”

He was hovering over you now, eyes trailing down your exposed torso. “Oh?” He smiled, rolling off of you and laying flat on his back. “Go ahead.” He had a dopey look on his face as you sat up, a lazy grin spreading across his handsome face. “You’re easy to persuade.” You undid the buttons of his top, smiling as toned muscles were revealed to you. “It feels like this is the very first time we met.” You giggled to yourself as you began undoing the belt of his pants. “Oh don’t remind me…” he was a bit ashamed to say he still thought of that first night. It was only a month or so ago but still.

“You were so charming, little did I know.” You laughed as he looked at you in surprise, hips lifting anyways to allow you room to pull them off. “What’s that supposed to mean!” You giggled, hand delicately pulling his undergarments off. “Oh nothing. You are a charmer, but you are also quite a perv.” He opened his mouth to say something but stopped when your hand wrapped around his shaft. “Don’t you remember? You were so cheeky with your comments. I was bandaging your ribs and you said…”

“Your touch is so light, it nearly tickles.” You smiled as he finished your sentence, for some reason you didn’t expect him to remember. Only a month had passed since that night but you felt like an eternity had instead. “Then you said you could go harder if I wanted.” He began to laugh, a breathy moan escaping with it as your hand passed over his tip. “T-that you did. You say I’m cheeky, have you heard yourself?” You smiled, leaning over his tip and sticking your tongue out. Saliva pooled and dripped down your tongue, landing on his tip. “You can’t deny that you came on to me first, Tengen.”

“I never said I was denying it.” He propped himself up slightly, watching you get yourself comfortable. You laid flat on your stomach, hand pumping his length with a steady rhythm. “Did you really happen to fall for me that night?” Your mouth hovering over his tip probably wasn’t the best time to have this conversation. “I really did. You took my breath away, I told you this.” His hand reached down, stroking your cheek. That was all you needed to hear, lowering your head to take his head into your mouth.

You never doubted his love for you, but you did enjoy hearing him say you took his breath away. You swirl your tongue slowly around the tip, cheeks hollowing to squeeze around him. “You just wanted me to p-praise you huh?” His chest was heaving, your tongue remained around his tip and moved no further. You hummed in agreement, sending vibrations straight through him. Similar to the way he had earlier.

“S-shit.” His head fell back against the mattress, eyes shutting as he tried to cherish the feeling of your mouth. You lowered a bit, taking more of his length and swallowing. You knew just how he liked it, so as saliva slipped down his shaft you wrapped your hand around it. Low moans left his lips as you pumped slowly, fist meeting your lips each time before sliding back down. You continued this motion for a minute or two, relishing in Tengen’s breathy sighs.

“C-close…” he choked out, hand turning to fist the sheets. You didn’t slow, instead using your other hand to fondle his balls, surporessing a giggle as his back nearly arched. You sunk lower than you had the whole time, swallowing as his release hit the back of your throat. You couldn’t get enough of the noises he made, the sheets nearly ripping under his grasp. For such a large man, it was satisfying to see him crumble under your fingertips.

“How was that?” Your mouth made a popping sound as you pulled off him, shifting your weight into your knees to look at him better. “Amazing as always…c’mere.” He opened his arms wide, allowing you to crawl on top. “You should strip for me.” He chuckled as his hands played with the hem of your uniform skirt. “Yeah? You want a lap dance with it?” You were only half serious but Tengen seemed to love the idea. “If you insist.”

You rolled your eyes but got off of him nonetheless. “The things I do for you.” You slowly slid off your top, letting it drop to the ground before raising your arms all the way up to stretch. Tengen smiled, reaching forward to tug your skirt down. “I thought I was giving you a show?” You let him tug it down anyways, the material slipping off and pooling at your feet. “Bend over.” You smacked your lips at his request, “no way.” He pouted, watching you slip your underwear off with a sparkle in his eyes. “Not before taking these off at least.”

You hid your face, cheeks heating as you bent over and fully exposed yourself to him. It was meant to be a bold action but instead you were doing everything you could to force your cheeks not to be hot. “Oh…” Tengen was frozen, waiting to see what you’d do next. “Oh don’t act so shocked.” You straightened, walking so you stood between his spread knees. “I don’t remember you doing that the night we first…” you cut him off by placing his hands on the knot that kept your breast binding together.

“But I did do this…” you smiled as he tugged the knot loose, the material falling away from your body. “Are we just trying to recreate that night?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, looking down at him as his head rested on your breasts. “I don’t mind…but I’d also like to try something new. If you remember correctly…” his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you tight. “I took you while you laid on your back. I’d like to try something different. It’s something I don’t think we’ve tried yet.” It was hard to imagine not trying something when Tengen always had a high sex drive and four women to please.

“Oh? What’s that?” You lowered, putting your knees on either side of his hips and trusting him to support the rest of your weight with his knees. “I’d like to see you on top, just like this.” You tilted your head, eyes lowering to look at his still hard cock between the two of you. “Don’t I deserve some foreplay?” Tengen seemed absolutely shocked by that realization. “You certainly do.” His hands moved from your waist to your ass, pulling your lower half flush against him.

“You’re wet already…” he pulled you into a kiss as you tried grinding against his cock. “I know…” you smiled into the kiss as your lips met again, your grip tightening as pleasure ebbed its way through your body. Tengen leaned back, giving you more room to move. You whined as his length brushed your clit every few slides, “More…” you were already frustrated. “That’s what I thought. Your teasing backfired.” His hand slipped down, grabbing the base of his dick for you.

“Oh shut it.” You leaned forward, head lowering down to watch where your hand met his. You positioned him at your entrance, lowering your hips slowly until his tip pushed through. “Shit…” you lowered more, welcoming the burning stretch until your cunt was flush to his pubic bone. Neither of you spoke, your thighs were already trembling in effort to keep yourself up right. Tengen’s hand reached for yours, fingers intertwining as your other hand was planted firmly on his chest.

“Can you…handle it?” He was one to talk, he was already breaking a sweat. “I-I think so…” this new position was a lot more strenuous than you had been anticipating. “Think of it as…a work out.” His free hand was gripping your thigh so tightly you were positive it would leave bruises. “Y-yeah that’s it…” you lifted yourself slowly, sinking back down at a similarly slow pace. “Take your time…” he was partially terrified that this new position would hurt you. You said nothing, brows furrowed in determination as you tried to find a quicker rhythm.

You didn’t have the strength to lift your head, instead focusing on where Tengen’s cock continued to disappear in and out of you. “Damnit…” you whined softly, sweat dripping down your temple as your pleasure grew. But at the rate you were going you knew you’d never reach your peak. “D-do you want to switch?” Tengen’s voice was strained, your velvety walls were clenching around him so tightly. “N-not yet…” you wanted to at least make it a few minutes in this position.

You sat yourself up, a shocked gasp leaving you as Tengen hit a new spot. Your eyes traveled downwards, a slight bulge resided above your pubic bone around your abdomen. “Woah…” that certainly had never happened before. Tengen’s face looked just as surprised as your own. “Is that…okay?” You leaned forward again, Tengen’s hand pulling you back. “I’m not…sure. It felt interesting though…” you settled in a position that was sitting straight up but not leaning back. “Let’s…look into that more when we aren’t expected to be somewhere…”

You nodded, hips lifting and dropping in a steady rhythm once again. You could tell Tengen was close by the way his dick was twitching, your walls were suctioning so tightly to him it was impossible not to feel. “S-sorry baby…” you looked down at him in surprise, not entirely sure what he was planning. After a second his legs lifted, feet resting on the edge of the bed has his knees folded. The sudden motion sent you falling forward into Tengen’s chest. “T-Tengen!” You gasped as his hands gripped your ass, “You’ll appreciate this…promise.”

The new leverage had Tengen’s hips pounding into you at nearly triple the speed you had. “T-Tengen!” You wailed again, face burying into his chest as he bruised your cervix with each thrust. Whimpers and moans left your lips with no regard for your volume. Each thrust caused your pleasure to build, one hand shakily reaching down to try and toy with your clit to bring you over the edge. “Shit…shit…” Tengen’s head was thrown back completely, the bed creaking to the point you thought it may break.

Your eyes watered as your orgasm ripped through you, a guttural moan leaving you as you spilled over Tengen’s abdomen. “Fuck…” your walls clenched and spasmed so tightly he found it hard to move for a second. “I-is inside okay?” He was doing everything he could to hold off until you answered. “Yes~” your words were slurred, eyes drooping as he thrusted a few more times until spilling into you. You weren’t sure how long you spaced out, but when you came back to reality Tengen was slowly pulling out of you.

“I think we’re going to get kicked out.” He moved you slowly to your side, arms wrapping around you to keep you close. “Oh…I…shit…I forgot we were at an inn.” Your cheeks were burning hot as you realized your neighbors probably hated the two of you right now. “I’m sure we’ll get some awkward glances tomorrow morning…” you nodded, cheek pressed into his chest as his heart beat evened out. “Get some sleep. I’ll clean you up and get us nice and comfy. We have a long few days ahead of us.”

That brought you back to reality even more, a whine leaving you. “You forgot just about everything.” There was a teasing tone to his voice, your hair was being twirled around his fingers. “I sure did.” Your words were still coming out muffled, sleep slowly tugging at your mind. “That’s a sign that you need sleep. Now close those pretty eyes.” You began to laugh, hand lightly slapping his chest. “Stop being cheesy.” Your eyes were closing fully, body relaxing into Tengen’s embrace.

“Like you’d have me any other way…”

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You’re Mine.

{Tengen x Makio x Hina x Suma x Fem!Reader}

Warnings: poly relationship • fivesome • semi-public sex • possessive Tengen • wlw • explicit language • breeding kink

A/N: thank you for the request anon! I really took it and ran so I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 5.2k

“It’s only a small list! With four of you it should be a breeze!” Tengen smiled fondly at you four, stretching his arms towards the sky. “I take it that means you won’t be accompanying us.” Hina laughed as he sighed dramatically, “five of us would be overkill for such a small list!”. He was beyond instant that this small list would be a breeze. It wasn’t until you got to the market that you realized how large the list was. “So that’s why he wanted all four of us to go.”

The list just kept unfolding until it was nearly at Suma’s feet. “WAAA! This is going to take all day!” Suma wailed, throwing the list in the air for you to catch. “Suma! We would have been screwed if we lost that!” A slap to the back had Suma running to you for cover. “It’s actually not that bad.” As your eyes scanned the items listed you realized it would be easy to group together and split amongst you.

“So we can break it down to four categories. Meat and fish, fruits and vegetables, baked goods, herbs and spices. It looks like we are out of a ton of herbs so I can take that one since it's the longest.” Hina took the list from you to glance over and make her decision. “I’ll take meat and fish. You two can decide between fruits and baked goods.” Makio took the list next, “we know Suma will buy more than necessary with her sweet tooth. So I’ll take baked goods.” Another wail sounded from Suma “no fair!”

“You can tell Makio what you want from the baked goods. Or you can combine the last two categories and do them together.” You hoped Hina’s compromise would settle things, and luckily it did. With that you all split off, it was a market you frequented often so you knew exactly where to go. The herbs and spices were tucked away in its own little alley of the market. Tents and tables were set up filled with an array of different options.

“Good morning miss! Need help?” You smiled as a kind looking man waved you over. “I have quite the list.” You handed it over to the older man, laughing as he adjusted the glasses on his face to decipher Tengen’s handwriting. “It looks like I can help you with a few things. I have ginger, sansho pepper and mustard seed powder. There are a few merchants further down that have more medical herbs and western imports.” You thanked the man and handed him the money.

As you made your way through the market you spotted the tents he was referring to. “Good morning dear! How can I help you?” This tent was run by a sweet old woman. “I have a few herbs to pick up per my husband’s request.” You couldn’t help but laugh as she wiggled her eyebrows. “Not anything like that!” This time it was her turn to smile. “Must be nice having a young lover.” You waved your hand at her, laughing still. “I’m looking for turmeric and ginkgo. Oh and by any chance do you have tea tree or primrose oil? Oh and I’ll definitely take some of that wisteria.”

She began packing your order for you, making small talk as she wrapped each item with care. “Pardon me ma’am.” You looked up as a male voice appeared beside you. “Yes?” He seemed to be about your age and looking a little lost. “I just wanted to say you are absolutely breathtaking.” You certainly weren’t expecting that. Part of you hoped it would be a simple compliment but you knew what he would say next. “Oh! You’re too kind. Thank you.” You turned back to the woman as she handed you part of the wrapped goods.

“Here let me help.” You moved away with your items still in hand. “That won’t be necessary. Thank you though.” You hoped he would walk away, instead he persisted. “Would you by chance want to go get something to eat with me?” You held in your sigh, handing the woman her money after she handed you the rest of your order. “I’m sorry, but I’m not interested.” You placed the items in your bag, hoping he’d walk away after. “Or we could just get drinks.” This time though, you let out that sigh.

“I already told you I’m not interested.” You thanked the woman and began walking to the next stand. Much to your dismay he began trailing behind you. “Not even to just chat?” You turned to look at him now, “I’m married.” You figured that would be the end of it. “He doesn’t have to know.” That made you freeze in your tracks. “Are you saying you want me to cheat on my husband?” Why couldn’t he get lost? “It’s not cheating if he never finds out.” Your mouth fell open at that, anger bubbling in your stomach at his ignorance. “I already told you I’m not interested.”

You began chatting with the next merchant, rattling off parts of your list and counting out the money needed for the order. “Here.” You froze as this mystery man handed over the money needed for your herbs. “What are you doing?” You felt your brow twitch as the persistent stranger paid for you. “Going about things a different way.” You thanked the merchant before heading off towards the entrance of the herb and spice tents. Part of you hoped he’d leave you alone once you found the others.

As you read over your part of the list you felt your shoulder sag as you realized there were still a few things left. “So you aren’t going to talk to me now?” You whirled around, anger making your jaw hurt as you stared at him. “I told you. I don’t have a single interest in you. Truly if you saw my husband you’d understand you stood no chance.” You began storming away this time, the only reason you didn’t mention your wives was because that may interest him more. As if your relationship was some sort of fetish.

“So where is this mystery husband then? He couldn’t have sent his wife to the market alone.” So he didn’t believe you now? You thought back on Tengen’s reassurance, he was probably still training at the moment. “He’s at home, training. He’s a shinobi after all.” This man would think you were absolutely insane. “A Shinobi?” You could hear laughter bubbling in his voice and it only fueled your anger. “Oi! Y/n! What’s taking so long?” Your heart soared when you heard Makio’s voice.

You turned around, looking past the man to see Hina, Suma and Makio walking towards you with their full bags. “It’s taking me so long because this asshole won’t leave me alone.” With their sudden appearance you gained a little more confidence. “Oh. Is that so?” Hina tilted her head, looking him over from head to toe while he stared at her in confusion. “Who the hell are you?”

“Her wife.” You held back a laugh as all three spoke in unison. He began laughing “oh this is good. Seriously!” He couldn’t believe it. “Well I told you I was married to a shinobi didn’t I?” His laughter died as he connected the dots. “You told him you were married and he kept trying? How pathetic.” Makio was seething, meanwhile Suma had snuck around to link arms with you. “He won’t leave me alone Makio.” You pouted, hugging Suma’s arm. “He even said it wouldn’t count as cheating if Tengen never found out.”

“Oh! That’s a good one!” Hina walked closer to him, “get lost.” Makio slowly pulled out a kunai, she’d never use it but it always scared others away. “Don’t ever let me see your face here, around y/n or any of us.” He got the hint, finally, and scurried away. “He was a persistent one. He didn’t even tell me his name. He didn’t even ask my name!” The realization made you begin laughing, “sorry y/n. We should have stuck together” Suma pulled you closer.

“How about we get the last few things and go tell Tengen what happened.” Hina read over your portion of the list as she spoke. “Sounds good to me. I’ve had enough of this market for today.”

“And then he wouldn’t take no for an answer!” You took another bite of food, watching Tengen’s face struggle to stay calm. “Even after I told him I was married, he still persisted. Even said it didn’t count as cheating if you never found out.” You had even laughed about it on your way home, you four now found the whole thing rather comical. Tengen on the other hand looked as if he was seething. “Did he touch you?” Your hand stopped mid reach, “No. He didn’t touch me. You know he wouldn’t have walked away with his life if he did.”

Tengen still didn’t seem satisfied. “He didn’t touch any of you, correct?” His eyes shifted from you to Makio then Suma and lastly Hina. All of you shook your heads, food partially forgotten. “What did he look like?” You shook your head. “You aren’t going to track this guy down.” This time all eyes turned to you. “Is that a challenge, my dear?” Tengen was no one to mess with when he was angry. Since you had gotten over the whole ordeal, you didn’t realize how upsetting it could be for your husband to hear.

“No. I just think you’re getting a little too worked up.” You reached out to touch his hand, slightly worried he’d pull away. Instead he shifted his hand so he could hold yours. “I don’t like the fact that sleazy men think they have any right to talk to you.” He was genuinely fuming. You glanced over at Hina, hoping she’d help you figure out a way to calm him down. “Tengen…” you were surprised when Suma was the first to speak up. “Yes?” His voice had gotten calmer, but you could still feel the tension in his grip.

“How about after dinner we all go to the hot springs!” Suma definitely knew the way to his heart, the smile on his face said it all. “That sounds like a wonderful idea.” You knew the whole situation was still bothering him, but a nice soak with four beautiful women was sure to ease his stress. “We’ll need a towel for each of us and then a towel to clean up with.” Makio choked on her water, looking up at him with wide eyes. “So it’s that kind of hot spring visit.” Tengen seemed more than pleased with where his night was heading. “Absolutely.”

Night had fallen by the time you made it to the hot springs. They were only about a twenty minute walk from your shared estate. “I still can’t believe you won’t even describe this man to me.” Tengen had your hand locked with his, you found it kind of cute that he had suddenly become so protective. “He looked like everyone else! You see one guy that looks like him and you’ll kill the wrong man!” Suma began giggling at your dramatics, skipping along the path ahead of the four of you.

“I’ll be able to tell! He’ll sound like a sleazy bastard.” He was so certain his sense of heading would help him pinpoint the culprit. “Tengen, give it a rest already!” Makio began rubbing her temples, hoping the fake headache would get the man to stop. “I won’t! Just give me a damn description and I’ll shut it!” The hot springs finally came into view and you sighed with relief. “I’ll give you a description when we get in that water.” You tried to wiggle your hand out of his grasp, pulling on your kimono.

Suma on the other hand was already naked, throwing her kimono to the ground and stepping into the hot springs. “Show some restraint!” Makio threw a rock at her head, making the girl squeal and duck “so mean!” Hina rolled her eyes as she too began undressing. “You two act like little kids.” She was laughing as she spoke, dropping her kimono to the ground and sinking into the hot springs. “I need both my hands to undress, Tengen.” You smiled as he refused to let go, as if you’d get taken away if he let go.

“Tengen is being dramatic.” Makio had a smile on her face but you could tell she was hoping for his attention too. “He’s playing favorites.” He huffed at that, raising an eyebrow at you. “You know I love all of you. I’m just a little hurt okay!” You began laughing at his dramatics, using one hand to begin undressing since he still refused to let your other go. “Hurt over what?” Makio was submerged in the hot water now too, three pairs of eyes were watching you in curiosity.

“Okay okay maybe that wasn’t the right term.” He finally let go of your hand, allowing the both of you to undress and join the others in the hot spring. “Then what term did you mean?” Hina cuddled up beside you, watching Tengen relax into Makio’s arms. “I’m just a bit upset that I asked you four to go to the market and some time like that happened. I should have gone with you.” So it was regret that was weighing heavily on his shoulders. Makio sighed, slowly massaging his scalp. “Things like that are sadly bound to happen. No one was hurt. You don’t need to feel guilty.”

“Plus we got free stuff out of it!” Suma had just re-emerged from under the hot water. “How does that not hurt!” You could never understand why she always dunked her head under. “Wait, how did you get free stuff?” You glance at Hina who looked to be fighting off laughter. “Oh I didn’t tell you that?” Hina buried her face in your neck now, her laughter vibrating your shoulders. “No, clearly you didn’t.” There was an amused smile creeping up his face even though he didn’t know what was happening.

“He tried to win my affection by paying for some of the herbs. He chose my most expensive order too.” Tengen seemed rather pleased by your answer, “well if I ever meet him, I’ll have to pay him back. But for now…” he turned his body, moving to kiss Makio’s cheek. “We may as well really relax. That is a problem for another day.” You watched his hands emerge from the water and trail up Makio’s frame. She shivered as he reached her breasts. “You should really wear a towel if you're going to sit above the water.” You watched as his lips connected with hers, only looking away when Hina pulled your face towards her.

“Suma, come here.” She was looking you dead in the eyes as she spoke. Hina’s lips melted against yours as Suma appeared beside you, her breasts pressing into your back. Suma’s hands began roaming your body, her lips attaching to your neck as Hina coaxed your mouth open. “Gotta make our favorite girl feel better after a day like today.” Suma’s hands came up to cup your breasts as she whispered in your ear, Hina’s hands slid lower, rubbing your thighs under the water.

“How are we going to do this in the hot springs?” You pulled away from Hina, barely hearing her response as Suma pulled you towards her lips instead. “Who said we can’t scissor in the hot springs.” Your cheeks went red hot as Hina spread your thighs. “Plus, if it doesn’t work we can always just sit on the ledge and try again.” Suma pulled away from you, helping you lean backwards so Hina could angle herself on top. “We’ll have to make it quick, I think Tengen is a little pent up.” You glanced over to see he had Makio on her back, her body fully exposed above the water as he positioned himself at her entrance.

“Oh my.” Your laughter turned into a shaky moan as Hina slotted herself between your legs. Despite the heat of the water you were submerged in, you could still feel the heat radiating from her center. “Maybe it will work!” Suma’s hands began squeezing your breasts, tugging at your nipples softly so your back would arch. “You know…” Hina began rocking her hips slowly, “Tengen isn’t the only one who is mad over what that idiot did to you.” Her rhythm became steady, waves of pleasure course through you as you listen to her speak.

“It’s rather annoying that men think they stand a single chance.” You didn’t realize it, but it seems the incident was weighing heavily on all of them. There was a twitch in Hina’s brow that gave it away. “Yeah, it was kinda scary seeing him so close to you.” Suma sunk her teeth into the shell of your ear, holding your breasts even tighter. Hina’s rocking only seemed to become harsher, over the sloshing of water you could hear Makio’s moans. They were just out of sight for you, each time Hina’s body moved you only caught a small glimpse.

“It…it bothered you all that much?” You could already feel the build up starting. “Yes!” You all turned to look at Makio, a hand flying over her mouth as Tengen continued to rock into her. “Awfully quiet Tengen.” Suma rolled your nipples between her fingers, causing you to whine. “Because—ha— I’m saving it for y/n to hear nice and clear.” You whined at the thought, Hina’s hips began grinding in circles. “Shit…” your chest heaved, the stimulation and hot water suddenly becoming too much to handle.

“Oh! Close already? Are you getting off on the fact that we were worried about you?” You squeezed your eyes shut, the truth too embarrassing to face. “Shit.” You assumed Tengen must be close. Hina’s hips grinded down on you faster, she didn’t want you taken from her before she was done. “Suma…keep playing with her. Look how close she is.” There was a smile present on Hina’s face when your eyes opened again, Suma’s hands continued their toying while her lips moved to your neck.

“We’re lucky this is our own private hot spring.” Had you not been so close you would have laughed at Hina’s comment. You could only imagine how gross the water would be to an outsider. “Fuck…” your eyes watered as the slow build up became unbearable, your release teetering right on the edge. “Hina…Suma…please…” you felt loved being at their mercy. “I’m trying…ha…” Hina’s hips became erratic. Your hands shot out to hold her hips, pressing her cunt further against yours as the thread finally snapped.

You came with a loud cry, Hina following shortly after you. “No fair!” Suma whined as you both came down from your highs, “I’m the only one who hasn’t gotten to come yet!” You started to laugh as you caught your breath, Hina slowly sinking into the hot springs as you sat further up. “Makio and Hina can help you out, Suma. Y/n. Get your ass over her.” You felt a shiver run down your spine. Tengen was sitting with his arms resting on the edge of the hot springs, Makio was slowly making her way over to you three on shaky legs.

You switched places with Makio, smiling as she kissed your cheek when you passed. Tengen still looked pissed, the butterflies in your stomach still had you aching for more. You sat on his lap, hands coming up to cup his cheeks. “So sweet.” The anger in his expression melted into a warm smile, his arms moved to hold your waist. “I know you stood your ground. I have no worries of you ever leaving me. But the fact that people think they can just do as they please with you…” his grip grew tighter, the anger returning to his face.

“You’re mine. You are mine only. Or well, Hina’s, Suma’s Makio’s and Mine. Just as we are yours.”

You felt your lower lip tremble, his hands dipped lower under the water to cup your ass. “Perhaps I’ll have to leave some marks to let people know you are certainly taken.” He lifted you slightly causing you to fall forward. “Maybe I’ll get you pregnant.” It was just nothing more than a breathless whisper, so quiet you would have thought you imagined it. His lips melded to yours in a suffocating kiss, your body pressing tightly to his own. Your hips began to move without you thinking, grinding against his erection.

“I think I will.” Your lips were connected by a string of saliva now, his lidded eyes and blown out pupils making you gulp. “What do you think ladies?” Tengen looked over your shoulder, Makio was sitting with the water up to her chin while Hina was taking care of Suma’s needs with her tongue. “What’s that?” Makio looked absolutely exhausted. “I think I’ll y/n pregnant tonight. That way no moron will try something. It will be clear as day she is taken and committed.” You didn’t have the courage to turn around, mind spinning at the thought of actually carrying his child.

“I think she’d look so cute!” Suma’s response was a mix between a squeal and moan. Tengen studied Makio’s face, watching a blush slowly but surely rise up her face “do it.” You buried your face in his neck, the only one that hasn’t responded was Hina. “I’ll—ah—answer for Hina… she moaned…really loud when you mentioned that. So I’d say—ah— that was a yes.” Hina’s attack on Suma was unrelenting. “That settles it then. I’m getting you pregnant tonight Y/N.”

You squealed as your body left the hot water all together, your back met the cool stone surrounding the hot spring. “Are you okay with this?” There was concern on his face, his cheeks were red and for some reason he looked as innocent as a child looking down at you. “I am. You can get me pregnant if you want. It’s bound to happen eventually.” You felt a giddiness build in your chest. You and the others didn’t really do too much to prevent pregnancy. The most caution you had taken was trying to avoid sex around the timeframe where you’d be most likely to conceive.

It wasn’t an unwelcome idea, certainly Shinobi had large families. Tengen would be no exception to that. “Good.” He was hovering over you, almost entirely out of the hot springs himself. His lips descended on your neck, littering marks where Suma had missed.

“Tengen…” your hands buried in his hair, spreading your legs a little wider to allow him more room to get closer. “Yes?” He was kissing down your sternum now, one hand kept him balanced above you while the other began massaging your breast.

“Quicker.” You felt his laughter vibrate your chest, “desperate to feel me?” You closed your eyes again, too embarrassed to look at him. You jumped slightly when his voice appeared right next to your ear. “Use your words.” You whined, his cock pressing to your lower stomach as he waited for your response. “I-I am. I want to feel you…so bad.” You barely felt the cool night air on your skin. That was usually the worst part of leaving the hot springs.

“Is that so? Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.” You groaned, it seems no matter how many times he pulled this trick it never got old. “Tengen.” You shivered as his head spread your slick folds, brushing lightly over your clit. “C’mon. I’ll move quicker when you tell me what to do.” You tugged harshly on his hair, earning a groan in response. “Fuck me! Please. Fill me up.” You couldn’t take the embarrassment, you never quite understood why he loved hearing you talk like that. “Such a good girl.”

His lips pressed against yours, teeth sinking into your bottom lip so your mouth would open. Your back arched, as if it would somehow get him inside of you. “Okay okay.” He smiled as he pulled away, shifting his legs so he had better leverage. “Here you go.” He pressed the bulbous head to your entrance, you clenched involuntarily. A small chuckle left Tengen’s lips “Makio c’mere.” You heard water sloshing about until Makio appeared next to you. “I think our girl is a little too excited. Help her relax.”

Makio smiled down at you, laying on her stomach to stroke your cheek. “You’re so cute.” You could tell she was getting sleepy, Tengen really must have worn her out. You opened your mouth to speak but a loud moan came out instead. “Shit!” You wailed as Tengen bottomed out fully. “Fuck…I’ll make you feel so good.” His hips moved slowly, Makio’s hands began running up and down your torso, dipping lower to ghost along your clit before trailing all the way back up to your shoulder.

Tengen’s hips found a steady rhythm, hands coming to pull your knees over his shoulders. He was hoping the new leverage would keep your lower half from scraping across the ground. Makio’s light touches compared to Tengen’s heavy hits had your head spinning. He was hitting all the right spots, you swore at some points he was actually hitting your cervix. With each cry of his name, Makio would make you say hers as well. She would time each thrust with her fingers on your clit, slow but deliberate circles making your toes curl.

“You’ll look so cute carrying my baby. I bet men will look on with envy knowing you’re taken.” Makio chuckled as Tengen began thrusting even harder, some of his previous anger leaking back into him. Your breasts bounced in a mesmerizing rhythm, so much so that Makio needed to touch them. “You’re—ah—still mad?” You couldn’t believe he was still holding onto the matter as he fucked you. “Of course I am! No one should fucking dare to go near you let alone try and take you from me.” His grip on your ass tightened, a loud squeal leaving your lips as Makio took one of your nipples into her mouth.

“You’re mine.” His thrusts started to become a little sloppy. The blush rising on his chest gave away that he was close. “Makio—focus on her clit. I want her to suck all of this in.” You both blushed at the implication of his words, Makio’s fingers skillfully got to work. “He’s really determined, huh y/n.” She knew her words were falling on partially deaf ears. All you could focus on was Tengen’s face and places he was reaching inside of you. His brows were scrunched in anger and determination.

“Come on pretty girl, come.” You whined, the tension you felt threatening to snap at any second. Your hands grabbed both his wrists, holding on tightly as you felt the release you hoped for coming. “Oh wow.” Makio’s voice was right by your ear, her fingers became erratic. With a loud cry you came for the second time that night. Spots blurred your vision as Tengen’s thrusts remained relentless as he pushed you through your orgasm. A few more thrusts and he buried himself deep, spilling inside of you with a shameless moan.

“Don’t move.” You both began to relax a bit, but Tengen refused to move even after his soften cock slipped out of you. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk.” You felt a lazy giggle leave your lips but you were far too tired to really think past the position you were in. “Me either.” Makio was resting her head on your chest, the exhaustion finally catching up with her. “I think you overdid it, Tengen.” Hina and Suma’s heads appeared on either side of him.

If you didn’t feel so spacey at the moment you probably would have been embarrassed. Tengen was holding your ass in the air as if it were a piece of art he was showing off. Had you made any sort of comment he probably would start showing it off. “Maybe I did. But they are satisfied aren’t they?” You and Makio let out lazy groans in response. “I’ll carry y/n and Makio. You two just need to grab towels. Though I’d relax for a while, I don’t want to move her yet.”

“You really think you’ll get her pregnant on the first try?” Suma put a towel over you and then a second over Makio. “I sure do.” Tengen smiled down at your sleepy form, Makio was already snoring softly against your breasts. “Oi, Tengen.” Your voice sounded hoarse as you spoke. “Just get us home. If any slips out you can just fuck me again on our bed. At least I can sleep comfortably after that.” You liked the shocked look on his face, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

You weren’t normally that bold unless you were tired.

“Let’s get you two dressed.” Hina pulled Makio off you, drying her off the best she could. “This is going to take a while.” Suma began laughing as Hina struggled to get Makio’s arm into the sleeve of her kimono. “You can put me down, Tengen, this position is uncomfortable.” Your knees were no longer hooked over his shoulders, instead it was your ankles. “I’m on full display!” You whined as the man refused to move. “I’ll let you down when Hina is ready to help you get dressed.” Hina, on the other hand, was now attempting to get Makio’s other arm into the kimono.

“Why did you have to make this decision when we are in the middle of the woods?” You stared up at the starry sky above you, may as well enjoy the view while he has you stuck like this. “It’s flamboyant isn’t it?” He saw no issue with where he chose to try and make you a mother, how typical. “It would be if I wasn’t so cold. These rocks still hurt you know!” You looked back at his face when you heard him sigh. “I love you.” The sudden tenderness made your heart skip. “We all love you.” Hina and Suma looked over at you, smiling softly.

“I—I love all of you too. I’d love you even more if I could have some of my dignity back.” You glared at Tengen, his laughter booming through the trees surrounding the hot springs as he finally gave in and set your legs down. “Well, looks like it’s your lucky day.” You sat up, kissing Tengen’s chest before standing on shaky legs. “Looks like it’s all staying.” You laughed to yourself as you began getting dressed. After a few minutes you were all ready to head back. Much to your shock, Tengen was able to carry you and Makio back.

“Next time some idiot tries to take you from me, kill him.” You snorted, nuzzling your head into his shoulder. “You’re so dramatic.”

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Own Me

Summary: Gojo treated you and Nanami for your anniversary. So, you both don't let it go to waste.

W/C: 8.8k😳

Warnings: dom!nanami, degradation, piv, rough sex, oral (fem&male receiving), bondage, blindfolding, lingerie sex, marking, biting, cock warming, praise kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex, daddy kink, thigh riding, punishments, edging, unedited

A/N: So, this is VERY unedited so I apologise for any grammatical errors in advance. Also, this is very much nearly nine thousand words of pure porn without a plot. So, enjoy this thing that originally wasn't supposed to be more than 3k words

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“I’ve got you,” Nanami whispers in your ear, his chest pressing against your back. He presses a kiss just below your ear, hands tightening their grip on your hips. Then he orders lowly, “Turn for me.”

You do as he says and meet his dark lustful eyes. It makes your breath hitch as you watch him shed his coat. His form is imposing but you feel your face heat up at just how attractive he is. It doesn’t matter that you’ve been together for years, he always has this effect on you and tonight is going to be one to remember. The fact that it was your anniversary wasn’t the only reason.

“I want you to own me.” The words are still ringing clearly through Kento’s mind. The way you looked up at him through your lashes; how your hands gently traced circles over his chest; your hand trailing dangerously up his thigh while he drove back from your anniversary party that Gojo had thrown. All of it was fresh in his mind but those words were the ones he focused on. Those and the, “I want you to use me, Kento. I trust you. Just like always.”

Well, how could he refuse you? He’d be a fool to say no to you especially since it’s been a while since he’s done something like this with you. It would’ve been a more common occurrence had it not been for both his job and yours stealing that time away. Now the two of you had all night and Gojo had made sure the two of you would have all of tomorrow for quality time. There was no more need to rush.

Now, he leans forward, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he mutters, “I seem to recall there being a better use of my tie.”

In the next moment you’re untying Kento’s tie, pulling back to meet his eyes. “May I take your shirt off before you tie me up?” You give him puppy dog eyes as your tone is lightly pleading. He was going to make you beg for it but the way your fingers trail over his chest as you slip his tie from his neck has him shuttering and losing his restraint.

Well, for now.

“Just the shirt,” he says firmly, slipping his tie from your grasp and stuffing it in his pocket. The way your eyes gleam tells him exactly what words are going to spill from your lips next. Just the anticipation has his heart racing. It’s been so long since the two of you have done this and what you’re about to call him has always spurred him on.

“Yes, daddy,” you say sweetly, your fingers slowly starting on his shirt buttons. The combination of your touch and the name has him fighting the shutter that threatens to flow through his body. He can’t give up when the two of you have only just started.

He lets you get a few buttons undone before grabbing your wrists and stopping you. A confused look takes over your features before he leads you towards the chair in the corner of the hotel room (courtesy of Gojo Satoru) and he sits.

Spreading his legs, he pulls you in between them and lets your wrists go. “Strip for me.”

You do as he says, slowly stripping away your clothing. Kento can feel the way his slacks continually grow tighter as you let each article of clothing fall to the ground. They grow even tighter as you reveal the lingerie set he bought for you last Christmas. He hadn’t seen you in it since and now he’s looking forward to tonight even more than he was before. You more than know how it makes him feel when you wear it.

He sees your hands move to remove the lacy set of undergarments and that has his hand reaching to grab your wrists again.

“Did I tell you to take that off,” he growls lowly, his free hand moving to your ass and squeezing the soft flesh.

Quickly, you shake your head. “No daddy.”

“This stays,” he orders with a light smack to your ass.

You nod, your cheeks heating as you offer a, “Yes daddy,” which has his head quirking to the side in curiosity.

“What’s my baby thinking?” he whispers into your ear before pressing a kiss to your jaw, trailing down to your shoulder. “Are you remembering Christmas and how I fucked you in this set all night?” he asks seductively against your shoulder, his hand on your ass massaging the flesh.

“I am,” you breathe out, enjoying the way Kento sucks the skin at the juncture of your neck. “I’m also thinking of the way you held me after all of that.”

“Now, now. Don’t get all soft on me now,” he says against your skin with a smirk, pressing one more kiss before pulling back. “We haven’t even started.”

Kento gets comfortable again and pats his thigh. You don’t hesitate to straddle that leg. “Continue,” he says as he draws your hands to his chest. However, he doesn’t let go of your wrists and instead leans forward to place a kiss on your neck. He watches as goosebumps spread across your skin and he smiles as he orders, “Ride my thigh while you do it, sweetheart. Daddy wants to watch you.”

You eagerly nod but he still doesn’t let your wrists go.

“Use your words, baby,” he coos as his free hand slowly moves towards the buttons of his shirt and starts to undo one, “or else I’ll be more than happy to get myself off while you only watch.”

It’s a lie, you both know it. However, that threat is a familiar one that he has gone through with before when you weren’t listening. Now, though, even though it’s a lie, you want to comply. You were the one to ask, afterall. So, you let your eyes widen in panic as he almost finishes with the button which makes him pause.

“Yes daddy. Sorry daddy. I’ll behave.”

Kento smiles, releasing your wrists with a murmured, “Good girl,” as he leans back. You waste no time in continuing with the buttons, your hips grinding down on his muscled thigh to relieve the ache between your legs.

You forgot what this was like. Any moments you’ve had with Kento in the last six months, even when the two of you had spare time, were moments without any wasted time. The two of you would undress each other and do nothing more than pleasuring the other. There was no extra foreplay like you were doing now; no tying of hands or blindfolding or ball gagging like you’re sure is going to happen tonight. You did take the courtesy of taking out and packing the once forgotten items just for this night.

“You prepared for this?” Kento half stated, half asked with a devilish grin when you put them on the side table. Your cheeks had heated in embarrassment but he stepped up behind you, hands grabbing your hips as he had pressed his chest against your back. “Good thinking, sweetheart. Now,” he paused, nose tracing the shell of your ear, breath fanning over your neck before you felt his lips and making you shudder as he whispered, “I’ve got you.” Which then led to where you two were now.

Kento groaned when he felt the way you were soaking through your panties, effectively soaking his pant leg this early on. It doesn’t help that your leg keeps slightly nudging his aching erection. Your fingers have paused their work on his buttons and he tsks, hands grabbing your hips to halt your movements. You look at him with confusion again, chest heaving from the high you had been so desperately chasing.

“I never told you you could stop with the buttons, sweetheart,” he says sweetly but the way he smirks and how his hands grip your hands makes you shudder. This is the side of him you missed; the side where he looks like he’ll go easy on you but you end up hardly being able to walk for multiple days.

“Sorry daddy,” you say, heat rushing to your face in embarrassment. It was the one thing that you wanted to do, that he let you do after asking, and you stopped. You had been too caught up in riding his thigh and enjoying the friction that you stopped.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” he lets out sweetly but squeezes your hips tightly. “However, there will be a punishment,” he continues with a slap to your ass, causing you to yelp before massaging the stinging skin.

“Yes daddy.”

He smirks. “Now, finish with those buttons but don’t push the shirt off. No more riding my thigh, either.”

You pout but it quickly drops when he smacks your ass again.

“You’ll do as I say,” he growls. “Now finish undoing my shirt and then get on your knees.”

With that, you do as he says. There’s a thrill that runs down your spine. You know what’s going to happen and you find your mouth watering at the prospect. That compels you to work faster on his last few buttons. However, as you go to slip to the ground, he stops you by your hips.

Kento pulls his tie from his pocket. “Give me your hands, baby. Daddy needs to make sure you know where your hands should be at all times.”

So, you comply, offering your wrists to him.

He chuckles as he slides the material of his tie over your wrists. “Good girl knowing exactly what I want,” he coos, tying the material to hold your hands together. It’s tight, but not too tight yet it’s still tied in a way that you couldn’t undo the knot without him doing it for you. “Now, get on your knees. If you behave, maybe I’ll let you finish soaking my pant leg until you cum. Yeah?”

That spurs you on to do exactly as he says, replying to him as he wants as you slip to your knees. You keep your hands in front of you so that he can see. He doesn’t need to tell you the rules, you already know them.

Your heart begins to hammer harder in your chest as you watch him unbuckle his belt before undoing his pants. As he pulls his length out, your mouth begins to water even more. There’s a bead of pre-cum leaking at the swollen tip and it takes everything in you to not lean forward and lick it up. You can’t do anything until he tells you no matter how much you want to touch him.

Kento can see the wanting look in your eyes. He knows that, with the excessive amount of times you swallow, your mouth is watering from the sight of his cock. You look so pretty like this, begging him with your eyes, your hands tied with his tie as you sit on your knees in that lace lingerie. The thought of ripping it off of you later arouses him and he has to calm his racing heart. If he keeps this up, he’ll cum with the first touch from you.

“Are you that desperate? Practically drooling to have daddy’s cock in your mouth?”

Instead of an answer, he watches your face flush in embarrassment. He’s impressed when your eyes flicker away only for a moment. Most of all, he’s amused with how you’re showing just how much you want to be good for him so that you can go back to your own pleasure. He can’t say he’s upset about it either. The way it feels when you grind your soaking core on his thigh; how your own thigh will occasionally rub against his clothed erection; all of it drives him wild and that’s not even including the way you whimper and whine and the way you look as you please yourself with something as simple as that.

A devilish smirk spreads his lips as his hand slips into your hair. “Oh, my darling girl,” he says with a mix of a gentle but condescending tone, “is there anything from me you don’t want?”

The question is both teasing and genuine. However, Kento doesn’t give you a moment to think just which side wins over as he pushes your head towards his leaking tip.

“Now, behave yourself. You know the rules,” he states before using his free hand to grasp his length. With his thumb, he spreads the bead of pre-cum over the head, chuckling darkly at the disappointed glint in your eyes. “Don’t worry, baby. There’ll be plenty more for you.”

Before you can reply, he tells you to open your mouth. When you do, he uses the hand tangled in your hair to sink your mouth down his cock. A groan pours from his lips when he feels your tongue get to work right away. It provides such a relief to the ache he’s been feeling ever since he saw you walk down the stairs of your home before even going to dinner.

“Fuck,” Kento grits out, hand tightening the slightest bit in your hair. He makes sure he’s not hurting you and, when he sees he isn’t, he moves your mouth over his cock the way he wants. “Your mouth feels so good around daddy’s cock.”

With the amount you take in, it honestly surprises him. However, as he finally notices the tears build up in your eyes through his pleasure, he knows you’re putting a lot of effort. You want to be able to please him as he guides your mouth the way he likes. A part of him wants to be upset that you aren’t telling him that it’s too much but the other part is filled with pride. Still, his baby was so focused on pleasing him that she was neglecting her own comfort. That wasn’t going to continue anymore but he found that you definitely deserve a reward after that.

So, guiding your mouth off of him with an obscenely loud pop, he guides your shaky figure until you’re straddling his thigh once again.

He brings a hand up, cupping your cheek as he wipes a tear from your eye. Just for that, he turns soft for a moment. “Why didn’t you tell me it was too much, darling?”

You lean forward, head resting against his shoulder as you mutter, “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“You wouldn’t have disappointed me. It’s been a while and all I wanted was for you to be comfortable.”

You nod against his shoulder, leaning back to meet his eyes. A soft smile graces your lips and it makes him relax.

“Do you want to continue? We can change it up,” Kento offers but you immediately shake your head.

“I missed this. I want this.”

A soft smile curls his lips when he sees just how much you mean it. There’s a desperation in your eyes and it warms his heart. This was always something you both enjoyed together and he was happy to see how much you wanted this.

“Alright,” he says softly. “Now, I believe you deserve your reward.”

With that, you start to ride his thigh again. His hands find their place on your hips, guiding them in a way he knows will increase your own pleasure. It isn’t long until his pant leg starts to soak yet again as your tied arms and forehead press against his shoulder. Your moans and whines only work to make the ache between his thighs settle in yet again.

He can’t take it anymore. Having your underwear in the way of both yours and his pleasure is driving him insane. He wants to be able to feel how your cum soaks his pant leg. The extra layer would keep him from experiencing it.

“Stop,” he says with a squeeze to your hips to still you. His fingers run under the band of your panties and he snaps them against your skin as he orders you to remove them.

You do so gracefully, still a bit shaky on your feet but for a different reason than sore knees from kneeling. Kento knows you were close, that’s why he wanted you to stop. He wanted to feel it. He needed to.

There’s no time from the moment you finally step out of your underwear after awkwardly trying to take them off with tied hands and being back on his soaked thigh. He pulls you a little harsher than intended, you crashing into him and rubbing against his painfully hard erection. At the sensation, he can’t help but groan. It was a small interaction but it was enough to relieve some of that ache even if just for that fleeting moment.

“Make yourself cum on daddy’s thigh, baby. Daddy wants you to ruin his pant leg,” he practically growls in your ear as your own thigh rubs against his length yet again.

Kento’s hands are on your hips, squeezing in warning whenever you get too close to him. The sensations were relieving but he was in control. If you went against him he’d have to punish you even if he really doesn’t want to. Just like you do, he wants to do this again but a softer side of him threatens to show itself. Knowing that this may be the last time in a while you get a moment like this though spurs him on to keep on track. If you wanted to go another round, he could be softer. There’s even tomorrow for that. Now, you want him to own you and that’s what he’s going to do.

It’s not long until you make it back to the edge. The way your head falls against his shoulder again along with your trembling thighs tells him everything he needs to know.

“C’mon baby. Let go for me,” he says hotly into your ear. Just as he says that, you’re calling out his name in a high pitched moan.

Kento can feel the wet heat flowing from your core onto his thigh. It makes him smile as your heaving chest moves up and down. Normally, he would’ve made you pull your face away so he could watch, but it was his way of apologizing for not noticing his mistake earlier. Now though, he wasn’t going to be as forgiving. Now it was time to move on to what he was looking forward to the most.

“Feel good?” he asks hotly into your ear yet again. His breath makes you shiver.

“Yes daddy,” you answer, pulling back to meet his eyes which just excites you more. With that look alone you can tell what he’s thinking.

This is going to be a long night.

“On the bed, baby. Daddy wants you on all fours,” he mutters in your ear before pulling away his hands and leaning back in the chair. He didn’t want to, your warm touch was what he wanted. However, he’ll have to wait.

You do as he says, walking seductively. Your ass was a little red and he can already see where his hands may leave marks. Those aren’t the last marks that will be made tonight. Far from.

Kento smiles. You knew how that would make him feel and it gets worse with the way you climb onto the bed. The sight has his hand going to his aching member, squeezing it to provide temporary relief from watching you. Why do you have to be so perfect?

Having satisfied himself for now, he tucks his length away before making his way to grab the blindfold. The ball gag will be next.

Kento leans a knee on the edge of the bed, letting his bare chest graze against your shoulder as his nose traces the shell of your ear.

“Naughty girl,” he says lowly as his hand slaps an ass cheek before massaging it.

You look at him innocently. “What did I do, daddy?”

A devilish smirk spreads his lips as he leans back. “Oh, you know exactly what. Don’t act like you don’t know or else I’ll have to punish you.”

“What if I want to be punished?”

A groan leaves his chest as he pulls back from you, wrapping an arm around your front to pull you up with him. His hand presses you back until your back is against his chest. “Are you sure that’s what you want, baby?”

“It is daddy. I want you to so badly,” you plead.

“Alright,” he whispers as he slides the blindfold over your eyes. “Tell me if it’s too much. I don’t want my baby to feel like she has to forget her own pleasure for mine.”

You nod as he finishes tying the piece of fabric over your eyes.

“Good. Now,” he begins, hands trailing over your body before settling on your breasts, playing with your nipples through the lace, “if you want to be punished, you need to tell me why you deserve to. Otherwise I won’t do it.”

For a moment you’re silent. All he can feel is the way you arch into his touch, your nipples hard and he has to gently bite your shoulder as your ass pressed against his groin. It isn’t until you haven’t answered for a few moments that he brings a hand to give your ass a smack.

“That little stunt was smart but I’m gonna need more than that, sweetheart. Tell me why I should punish you?”

The hand he used to slap your ass doesn’t go back to your breast. He instead trails it down over your belly button but stops just shy of your mound. It has you wanting more but you know you won’t get anything until you do as he says.

“W-when I was riding your thigh,” you start and his hand trails a little lower, making your breathing quicken. “I was intentionally brushing your cock when I knew I wasn’t supposed to.”

“Mhm. And?” he says against your neck, sucking a mark there as his hand drifts a little further down.

You swallow sharply. “In the car, I was being naughty. My hand wandered and I was intentionally trying to start off when you should’ve been the one to start.”

Kento’s head switches to your opposite shoulder as he hums in agreement and he sucks another mark on your shoulder before muttering, “But that’s not all, is it?”

“No it isn’t,” you agree.

“For example,” he continues, his hand millimetres away from reaching where you ache for him the most, “you brought all of this with you tonight. Did you not trust me to grab it myself?”

He knows what your answer is going to be. He knows it’s a lie. However, this is how you’re going to get what you want and, if he’s being honest, it’s what he wants too. So, he eagerly awaits your answer as his index and ring finger spread your folds open to expose your core to the cool air.

“No I didn’t. I thought you would have forgotten it.”

With that, he smiles before biting your shoulder just a little bit rougher than the last.

“Well, I do believe that deserves a long lasting punishment,” he growls into your ear, pressing his hips against your ass so you can feel just how hard he is. It doesn’t matter that you had already felt it earlier, he needs to remind you just how much he wants this as you do.

Before you know it, he’s completely pulled away from you. His hands leave their respective places on your body and his chest leaves your back. You’re almost tempted to lift the blindfold to see, but you know better. You are already in for it with just that, knowing he’ll be back in a moment.

It’s not until you hear something from beside the bed, then the dragging of plastic against the wooden bedside table. Then, you feel the bed dip behind you as Kento settles there.

“I do believe,” his voice starts suddenly right beside your ear. It sends a chill down your spine as you feel the drag of a hand up the side of your thigh until it stops at the clasp that attaches your garters to the rest of the lingerie. “That lying is a very bad thing to do,” he finishes. Then, you feel the familiar round piece of plastic and the chill of metal against your cheek. “Maybe we should keep that mouth from lying anymore, hm?”

You nod a little too eagerly as you feel his chest press against your back. His hand trails up from your hip until he grabs your chin. It’s rough but it isn’t enough to hurt. The action is more to push your mouth open and you find it hot that he does so.

“Open wide for daddy, yeah?”

As you do as he says, opening wide enough for the ball to fit into your mouth, you have to suppress a groan. The metal rings attached to the straps chilled your burning cheeks and that on top of the way Kento trails his hands across your body makes you shiver.

It doesn’t matter that your jaw still aches from the blowjob earlier. The ache is ignored as Kento does up the straps behind your head. It’s easy to ignore as you find your mouth watering around the plastic ball in your mouth. It’s even easier to ignore as Kento presses his chest against your back until you’re falling onto your elbows.

His warmth disappears again but he doesn’t move off the bed. Instead, his hands grab your ass, thumbs spreading your soaked folds and you can almost picture the smug look he must have.

“So wet for daddy, hm?” His tone is teasing as he adds, “I’ve hardly touched you. Do you really want me that badly?”

All you can do is nod as you do your best to imagine how he might look right now. However, it’s a bit hard to focus on that thought when his hot breath fans over your hot core. That, combined with the way he teases you with little circles from his thumbs, is making it impossible to think of anything but the anticipation.

Kento hums, amused, as he sees how your cunt clenches around nothing from your thoughts. It causes him to chuckle, pulling away and enjoying the way you whine when he pulls his hands away. Levelling a smack to your ass has your little sounds of desperation vanish and he can’t help but feel a small sense of pride at that.

He leans over your back again, lips brushing against your neck as he says darkly, “Don’t assume that you’re coming first today, sweetheart. I’m not going to let you until I’ve filled you up at least twice. Got that?”

Doing your best to nod, a smile spreads across Kento’s lips as he sees how flushed your face is. Just from those few words too. Now he wants to see just how much more you’ll be flushed when he brings up a certain topic that hasn’t been discussed in some time. However, it might be too soon. Or is it? In the end, he mentally says fuck it and goes for it. It’s not like there’s an end in sight of this night anyways.

Finally, he cups your core and drags a finger through your soaking folds, groaning as his digit slips right through. He relishes the way your body trembles at the smallest touch to your clit. Your body is so hot against his and he loves it so much. Hardly anything has happened but you’re already so worked up even with him letting you reach your high before. Well, maybe that’s exactly why you’re so worked up. Maybe it’s because you haven’t had enough.

“Hmm, you got even wetter from that?” he teases. “Does the thought of me filling you until you’re pregnant get you off?”

Kento expected you to possibly freeze. He thought you’d be taken by surprise by mentioning this topic however he finds you nodding rapidly. There’s a moan that spills from as you push back against his hand that’s still cupping your pussy.

A new wave of arousal flows through him at the thought of getting you pregnant. The thought of fucking you until he cums so many times that there’s no way it won’t take; the image of your belly rounded with your growing child; how your breast would swell in preparation to accommodate your child’s needs. All of it works to spring him into a new sense of wanting to use your body. He wants to have you a babbling mess as he watches his multiple loads of cum drop from your cunt. However, he would only use his fingers to collect to push it back into you so that none of it goes to waste.

He needs to calm himself down from those thoughts. It’s almost as if, had he were to touch himself, he would be done for in seconds. So, he takes the time to kiss your neck, sucking a mark that would be visible above one of your collared shirts. At the same time, he can feel the way you’re dripping all over his palm even though he’s made no movement in the last couple of minutes. God, he wishes he could kiss you right now. He wishes he could trace his tongue with yours just to convey how he feels about all of this but, for now, marking you up will have to do.

“You’re sure about this?” It’s a question but it comes out as a growl. He can’t help it. The thought of getting you pregnant is making him dizzy with want and it’s taking everything in him to not ditch dragging this out.

You nod without hesitation. He’s sure that you’d have a genuine look in your eyes if he were to take the blindfold off. Though, he doesn’t need to do that to know you’re serious and it spurs him on to cover the bare areas of your back in hickeys and light bite marks. He doesn’t stop until he gets down to your tailbone, sucking one last mark there before looking down at you.

The sight he sees is wonderful. The side of your face is squished into the mattress, a corner of the blindfold getting wet from the way you drool around the ball gag. Your hair is splayed around you as your tied arms rest on the pillows above your head. Pulling back gives him the full view of your soaked pussy raised up in the air. Your back is covered in marks and bruises from his fingers are already forming on your hips from just the smallest of interactions. His hand prints are still visible on each cheek of your ass and that’s enough for him to lose restraint.

Kento kneels behind you, licking a line from your clit to your entrance. His hands cup each ass cheek and massages the flesh as he does another lick, chuckling at the way your legs tremble from just that. A few more minutes of teasing little licks are all he lets himself do. If he doesn’t stop himself, he’ll break the promise he just made.

With that being said, he pulls away, slapping an ass cheek when you whine from the absence.

“Behave,” he says sternly, “otherwise the blindfold is coming off and you’re watching me get myself off. Don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

Once again, you nod. Kento leans over your back, one hand curling around you to cup your breast as the other moves to undo his pants again. You can feel the buttons of his shirt drag against your skin and you can’t help but be disappointed that he still hasn’t taken it off. At the same time it sends a whole different thrill up your spine. Yes, it’s attractive that he still hasn’t undressed, at all really, but you wish you could see it. You know that he’d tease you because it would make you wetter than you already are.

The leather of his belt meeting your skin as he pushes his pants down brings you from your thoughts. It reminds you of the ache you have for him to stretch you open. This whole time you’ve been in agony, needing to just simply have him fill you up the only way he ever can. You know his resolve is slipping, yours is as well. If this was a more frequent occurrence, you know you’d still be at that chair, begging him to let you simply put your lips around him.

Today is an exception. So, it’s no real shock when you feel Kento drag the tip of his cock through your folds. The groan he lets out at just that makes you shiver. However, as his tip traces over your entrance and pushes just the slightest bit in, you find your teeth closing around the ball gag as you moan.

You feel Kento press his chest to your back, his cock sliding between your folds but doing nothing more. His breath is hot on your neck as his hands grip your hips. The zipper of his slacks press into your skin and you know the sharp metal is going to sting but it’s going to add to the wonderful ache that you’ll have tomorrow. Plus, your fiancé has always been a master at aftercare.

“If only you could see what I see right now,” he mutters hotly in your ear before pressing a kiss to your nape. “You’d see what a pretty little slut you are.” One of his hands moves between your bodies to angle his cock to your entrance. “Now, show me how much you want daddy’s cock.”

He pulls away from your back, presumably straightening so that you can do your work. His hands stay on your hips as you move to push back against him, moaning around the ball in your mouth as he stretches you open. You find that you can no longer control the amount of drool spilling from your mouth as you push your hips back. He’s just filling you up so well. It doesn’t matter that you’re only halfway down his shaft, the feeling is already greater than what you’ve done since you stepped into this hotel room.

Kento doesn’t do anything until you’ve fully sucked his cock into your cunt. Your walls flutter around him and he has to bite back a groan of pleasure with a bite to the inside of his cheek.

There’s a moment where he doesn’t do anything. So, you assume that he wants you to keep going; to move while he kneels behind you. You begin to drag rock back forwards but his fingers tighten in the flesh of your hips. It makes you whimper with how tight the grip is but it only serves to heighten the pleasure, your walls clenching around his cock

In an instant, his hands are wrapping around your front to lift you against his chest. Both hands move to your breasts, playing with your nipples as he growls, “I never said you could move. Daddy is supposed to cum first, remember?”

Before you can answer him, Kento takes this chance to drag his cock until only his tip is still in and snaps his hips back up. The moan you let out leads him to doing the same thing over and over again just to hear that sound. Every single time he was created with the same delicious sound from you. He started to pick up the pace just to hear it more and more. It got to the point where he was lost in the pure bliss of something so simple.

If it weren’t for the way he craved even more, he would’ve continued. Instead, he pushes you down, hands still playing with your breasts through your lingerie as he begins to hammer into you. The feeling of your soft walls always drove him mad, the only words he could string together were praising how good you felt around him as he lost himself in the moment yet again.

He could feel the way your thighs trembled against his. It made him flash a devilish smile that you couldn’t see. He made himself hold up his restraint to take it off after he came for the first time. After that he wouldn't only remove the blindfold but also his tie from your wrists. He wanted to be able to feel your hands gripping at him. Most of all, he wanted to feel your fingers scratch his back or splay through his damp hair or how they would intertwine with his as he lifts your joined hands over your head as he cums a second time. Seeing you like this was a treasure but being able to properly feel you with him has become his new favourite thing.

“My pretty little slut,” he grits out as he feels him drawing closer to his high, “gonna fill you up. Does she want daddy to do that?”

Viscously, you nod. A chuckle rips from his chest at the eagerness combined with the tension in your features. He can tell how desperately you’re trying to fight off your own orgasm as he continues to pound into you. It was an amusing sight to see with the fact that he could see how your brows pinched together even under the blindfold. No longer were you trying to keep the drool from spilling around the ball in your mouth and he can only imagine how the corners of your eyes must be wet with tears.

That thought alone has him spilling into you with a grunt, forehead dropping against your nape, but he doesn’t stop. Kento continues to push his seed further and further into you and he doesn’t soften. No, he’s so achingly hard still from just the thought that he’ll let himself see your eyes along with your soft touch.

“You’re being such a good little girl. Your punishment isn’t done but you do deserve a little reward,” he breathes into your neck before sucking yet another mark into your skin. His hands drag up your sides, only stopping to snap the straps attached to the garters against your thighs.

The harsh thrusts stop, ending in one hard press that has you whining. It gave you a chance to calm down and let your building high dissipate. Had he gone any longer, you weren’t sure you could hold back.

You thought about being playful and moving your hips in a little circle but that’s quickly wiped from your mind when you feel his fingers work at the knot of the blindfold. It’s something you’ve noticed your finacé has grown majorly fond of since the two of you first started dating, seeing your eyes as he fucks you. He’s always loved these little games but you know nothing gets him more riled up than you watching him and touching him. So, even though this is technically a reward for you, it’s more of a reward for him.

It’s not long before the blindfold is slipping away from your eyes. You have to squint a little from the light even though it’s dim.

Kento dips down, pressing a kiss to your temple to get your attention as he throws the blindfold to the side. He presses another kiss to your jaw, loving the way you groan as his hands trail over your arms.

When your eyes meet his he can’t help the feeling of disappointment flowing through him that he can’t properly kiss you right now. He needs to be patient. All he needs to do is one last little thing before he can have everything he wants from you. Then he can, with your permission, turn this to the proper moment that he’s grown to favour.

You know that’s what he’s grown to favour and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t as well. The ability to be able to touch him in moments like these has always been some of your favourite moments. That’s why, when his hands draw ever closer to your wrists, you find your back pressing into his torso.

A groan leaves Kento as the movement also causes a flicker of stimulation for his warming cock pressed all the way into you. He knows that wasn’t your intention and he’s too focused on the need to be able to feel you. So, he ignores it and doesn’t stop until he has your wrists freed from his tie, entwining his fingers with yours immediately. However soft the motion is, his words don’t live up to that.

“Don’t think we’re done yet just because you can touch me now,” he whispers in your ear. It sends a chill down your spine but you’re given no time to think about it as he flips you onto your side, lifting your leg over his shoulder. He’s lining himself back up with your entrance, the tip only just pushed in and your pussy is clenching in an effort to pull more of him in. That along with the way you moan, one of your hands coming up to grasp his bicep, has him giving up and pushing all of the way into you.

All he does are small little thrusts, not enough to encite too much pleasure as he bites the inside of your knee. Kento takes the moment to see the way your eyes flutter closed, feel how wonderfully tight your hand is clenched in the fabric of his sleeve.

“If you want me to let you finish, you’ll need to open your eyes, sweetheart.” There’s amusement laced in his tone. You want to open them, you do. However, from the small glimpse you had, you’re afraid you won’t be able to hold back like you were able to before. The sight of him partially dressed, sweaty from his efforts and the way his chestnut eyes darken in lust has always been a sure fire way for everything to be forgotten. Hell, him just speaking alone could make you cum.

“C’mon baby. Open your eyes for daddy. He wants to see them while he breeds you.”

That drives you to snap your eyes open. You nearly forgot about that while you’re sure it’s been the driving force for Kento. Although you have almost forgotten, it now sends a whole new desire through you like it did when he first mentioned it. Now the fact that he isn’t moving is extremely bothering you as you meet his eyes. He must see how you feel because a grin splits his lips as he presses the smallest of thrusts.

“Oh, I see,” he mutters amusedly as he leans over you. “Was my pretty little baby so caught up in the pleasure of being fucked that she forgot the point of all of this?”

You’re a bit ashamed as you hesitantly nod. It was something you wanted and you feel like that should’ve been what was driving you but you were so focused on holding back your orgasm that you forgot the point. Not even that, he managed to fuck you so good that you forgot it was your anniversary.

Slowly, you feel Kento drag his cock backward further before snapping his hips back, eliciting a moan from you as your hand tightens in his sleeve. You wish he wasn’t wearing his shirt still. You want to be able to feel him properly but you’re in no place to make any demands. Plus, you were the one who wanted this the most. It’s only a matter of time before you’ll be able to get what you want now.

Kento is hanging on to his resolve by a thread. He wants to see you come undone over his cock, but he knows you wanted this. Plus, the thought of filling you up again first in the name of getting you pregnant is that thread and it's strong. After that, it can morph into him pleasuring you while he goes as many rounds as he possibly can until he knows for sure that it’ll take.

So, he changes from his long strokes and quick snaps of his hips into a steady rhythm. The way your muffled cry escapes your lips when he does brings him more of that resolve. Your free hand comes up to his abdomen, finger nails lightly biting at his skin. He’s so glad that he can feel your touch. The main reason: it’ll bring him to the edge a lot quicker.

Your hand grips his sleeve even tighter as he slams into you even harder and faster. It’s bringing you dangerously close to the edge and you know that Kento knows this as your head falls back against the mattress as you moan loudly. You know he knows because his hips move to an agonizingly slow drag of his hips.

“Can my baby not hold back?” he says with a bored tone. Then he leans down, forcing you to meet his eyes that hold an amused glint as he watches your flushed face, tears built up in the corners of your eyes. “Maybe I should manage myself and not put my cock back in until I’m ready to cum.”

You shake your head. You want to feel him. Most importantly, you want to be the reason he spills inside of you. The thought of him pleasuring himself and only releasing inside of you when he’s done is unbearable. You would say he’s only kidding but he’s done it a few times in the past when you haven’t listened to him. It was a torture you don’t want to go through again.

So, to try and convey your point, you tighten your hand in his sleeve and tug at it. You hope that it gets your plea across and it does. The way he smiles as he pulls away confirms it.

“Alright. If I feel that you’re losing control again then I’ll make good on my promise.”

You nod and then he’s right back at it. It takes everything in you to hold back as he pounds into you. When you feel the telltale stutter in his thrusts it’s a relief. You know then that you won’t have to put in so much effort to hold everything back and that you’d get him completely.

It’s only moments later that he’s spilling into you a second time with a moan of your name. His head falls back, fingers digging harshly into the flesh of your thigh. He continues to thrust into you until the hot spurts of cum are buried deep into you.

Kento relishes the sight of the white ring around the base of his cock. However he doesn’t have much time to stare at it. He’s too desperate to finally have this charade done with. So, he grabs one of the pillows, propping it below your back before rolling you over it. He needs to make sure none of his cum will flow out of you while he nudges your thighs apart with his shoulders.

He wants to taste you. No. He needs to taste you.

“Take the ball gag off,” he orders before desperately diving into your folds. Kento groans at the taste of you combined with his cum. Most of all, he drinks in the way your moan comes out clearer as he sucks your clit into his mouth. He can hear the clank of the gag before your fingers shoot to his hair.

It’s not long before he loses himself in everything. The way your nails scratch against his damp scalp, how your hips buck up to get more pressure from his tongue, the way you taste and how he pushes any leaking cum back into your cunt with his tongue, it’s heavenly. He can’t describe just how satisfying it is when you cry out, “Kento! I- I’m g-g-gonna- ah!”

“I know,” he says in between sucking your clit, “let go for me, love. I want to taste it.”

It’s only seconds later that you’re moaning his name as you come undone. Kento drinks up everything, using his fingers to push any of his cum that leaks out back in. All of it combined with your touch and need to breed you has his cock hardening yet again.

He needs to fill you up at least once more. This time, though, he wants nothing in the way. You’ve hardly come down from your high when your fiancé begins to remove your lingerie swiftly. When you open your eyes, you see he’s already thrown his shirt off to the side and that he’s already hard again. A wave of excitement fills you as he rips off the last of the undergarment and you move to push his pants the rest of the way down. Kento, however, pushes you back down.

“Stay there, love. We don’t want any escaping,” he says softly. When you meet his eyes, there’s such a look of love that you can’t keep yourself from pulling him down to finally kiss him. Both of you make a sound of relief as your tongues meet, your fingers tugging at his blonde hair while you can finally feel his skin against yours.

One of his hands comes to take one of yours from his head, intertwining your fingers as he presses them against the mattress. His other moves to rid himself of his slacks, not daring to pull his lips away from yours. Not even when he lines himself up with your entrance again. Now, he wants to focus on your pleasure.

There’s no more need to hurry as he slowly pushes his cock back into your abused cunt. He drinks in your moan when he bottoms out, loving the way you hand once again tightens in his hair. The way your walls flutter around him, seemingly locking his cock in, makes him groan.

“Your turn,” he mumbles against your lips before starting a slow pace. The hand that was in his hair trails its way to his back, your nails digging into his back. It sends a shiver down his spine as he rests his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” you breathe out, nudging your nose with his.

Kento smiles, pressing another kiss to your lips before making his way down your jaw and to your collarbone. “I love you too,” he murmurs against your skin before sucking a mark there.

There’s no more teasing, no more punishments and drawing everything out. Everything is blissful and soft as your fiancé slowly thrusts into you, one hand going between your bodies to play with your clit. His lips travel across your shoulders and collarbone, lovingly sucking a few marks. Kento does, however, make you cum twice before letting himself spill into you for a third time that night. He was always one to make sure you came more than him, always putting your pleasure first in the end.

When he does finish, he thrusts a few more times to push his cum into you before stilling from overstimulation. He collapses on top of you, chest heaving as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. Your sweaty skin sticks to his and you’re both so hot but you don’t care. Your hands find his hair, massaging his scalp as you press a kiss to his temple.

A light chuckle escapes you. “How long are you going to make me lay here?”

“Forever,” he mutters into your neck and you can’t help but laugh.

“I would agree but I think lounging in that rather large tub with my soon to be husband would be far more preferable if we’re talking about forever.”

Kento huffs a laugh before pushing himself up. His eyes are practically glowing and it makes your breath hitch. This man, the one who’s leaning in to press one of the softest kisses you’ve ever experienced against your lips, is the one you’re going to be with for the rest of your life. He is your family and you really hope that, tonight, you really did manage to secure an expansion to your family.

“I can arrange that,” he mumbles against your lips. “Only if you stay here while I get everything ready. If you’re not still lying here by the time I get back I’ll be quite upset.”

You chuckle, your hands moving to cup both sides of his face. “I would never dream of it.”

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Failing No Nut November with Nanami

What would participating in NNN with Nanami be like?

Read part two here

nsfw, wc: 1.4k+ Enjoy!

You knew Nanami was going to be hard to break. He's stubborn, and when he commits to something, he commits.

You're cursing your stupid self three weeks ago, the one who thought it would be fun to participate in No Nut November. You even had the naïveté to think it wouldn't be that hard.

Your first warning should've been how Nanami responded to the idea.

He put his newspaper down, letting it rest on his lap, "Are you sure you want to do this, sweetheart?" He asked as if he knew you were making a mistake.

You should've balked, called it the dumb idea it was, and taken him right there before work while he was dressed so nicely. It's torture now to see him look so handsome in the mornings and come home a little disheveled in the evenings, having to restrain yourself from touching him in the way you want. The month has been so long and somehow still isn't over.

It's not like you can even masturbate, though your body basically needs to at this point, because Nanami would know you broke the rules immediately. He's always able to tell when you're lying to him.

It's been hard to focus on your work, to keep yourself from zoning out and fantasizing about the things you'll do with Nanami after reaching the end of this dreadful month. So many times you've snapped back to reality, realizing that you've been staring at your computer screen, completely in your own mind, for much longer than you should've been. Your condition is interfering with your daily life; you must resolve this issue.

That's why you're waiting around on the couch at 6pm, doing nothing but failing to manage the throbbing want that's been plaguing your body for weeks. When you hear the door close, you spring up to join Nanami in the hallway, helping him take off his tan jacket.

"Oh, thank you, dear," he says as you step behind him and pull the cloth from his body. You hesitate a second, entranced by the way his harness presses into the muscles his tailored blue button-up stretches over. His wrapped blade rests squarely in the middle of his back, further emphasizing its broadness. Just looking at him is riling you up, evident by the way your breathing sharpens and pink flushes your face.

"Dear?" Nanami turns around, taking the jacket from your hands, "Is something bothering you?"

It takes you a second to realize he's speaking to you, "No."

He hangs his jacket on the coat rack. "I know you're lying," he says with a small grin.

"I'm not," you retort, eyebrows knitting together. You are. And he knows it.

"Oh? You're not?" He steps towards you, his broad body suffocating you in the narrow hallway. You go to take a half-step back to only realize your heel is against the wall. Nanami's hand comes forward, his timeless watch glittering underneath the overhead lighting, and he tucks his finger beneath your chin and lifts it. He leans in and your back presses flat against the wall. He's so close; it's making your heart pound a million beats per second. Unable to bear it, you turn your head away.

"How come you can't look at me?" he asks.

You can't look at him because you know once you do, it's game over. You wouldn't be able to stop yourself from grinding against the thick thigh that's become wedged in between your legs, moaning about how good he makes you feel. But you can't do that; you convinced him to agree to this challenge, so he has to lose before you do.

"No reason," you respond. You lay your hand flat against his chest, following the feeling of the buttons on his shirt down past the buckle of his expensive belt to the bulge in his pants. Even through clothing, his dick feels hot to the touch. He's been so pent up that the slight pressure of your fingers is making him hiss in your ear.

"What are you doing?" he asks through clenched teeth.

"I've missed you so much," you say, emphasizing your statement with a soft squeeze to his cock. The hand on your chin slams into the wall behind you, stabilizing his body as you slowly stroke him through the fabric of his pants. The typically stoic, indifferent man in front of you is now, dare you say, squirming from your touch. Making it through November must be hard for him too.

"So that's what's bothering you, the challenge you had me agree to."

"It's a stupid internet challenge," you say, stroking him faster, "You should just give up."

His hand grips your wrist, halting your movements, "Love, do you think I don't have enough self-control to beat your challenge?"

"No, it's just-"

"I warned you that I was going to complete it." He pins your wrists to the wall with one of his big hands, "Even if you're going to make it..." he shudders as he looks down at you, rosy-faced and panting, "difficult." His other hand comes down to unbutton your pants, "How about we test your self-control instead?"

"Kento, I-ah." His fingers push the cloth of your underwear out of the way to explore your glistening folds. It's been so long since you've felt him there, so your sensitivity to his touch is heightened tenfold. He knows it too because already his fingers are covered in your slick, and when he touches your clit, beginning to draw slow circles around it, your mutinous hips kick up in response.

"Feel good, love?"

You whimper, trying to keep your body still, "I'm not going to lose to you."

"I don't believe that for a second, darling."

Heat is filling your body, making it hard to think straight, hard to cling to your pride when his fingers have you under his spell in seconds.

His steady pace is mind-numbing, each circle sending hot electricity throughout your body. It's making your hole ache, clenching around nothing, desperately wishing that he was filling you. It's been so long.

You wriggle underneath him, trying to free your wrists from his grip, but his superior strength and the state of inhibition his pleasurable movements have you in render you unsuccessful. If he keeps going, you're going to cum, which means losing.

He pushes his body closer to yours, his chest pressing into you so you can feel his uneven breaths and intoxicating warmth as his hands work to keep you squirming underneath him. He wants this just as badly as you do, the question is whether he'll give in too.

You let out a moan; his experienced fingers are building you up to an orgasm despite your attempts to suppress the dangerous coil of heat forming in your stomach.

"Close, dear?"

"No." You press your eyes shut, rocking your hips into his fingers. Just a few more seconds and-

You gasp. Kento has pulled his fingers from your underwear, leaving you panting and in pain at the lack of resolution.

"Kento?" you say, breathless.

He releases your hands and they drop down by your side.

"If you still want to make it through the month, you can walk away now." He leans forward and presses his thick thigh further in between your legs, "But if you want to cum that badly, you can use my thigh."

Fuck, he's the worst. Though, you shouldn't have expected an orgasm from him as you're trying to break the rules you made him agree to. It was simple enough: don't cum for a month. But here you are, so worked up that you'll use any part of him to orgasm, even if it means humping his thigh and losing the challenge as well as a bit of your dignity.

You sit down on his thigh, slowly beginning to rub yourself up and down on it.

"That's what I thought," he says, looking down with a subtle but victorious grin. He rests his hands on your hips, guiding you into a more vigorous pace that brings you quickly to the orgasm you were reaching before. Sliding along his thick thigh feels heavenly even with the fabric separating your needy clit from his muscle. Your hands clutch to his shoulders for stability as your core tightens in pleasure. You should've known you couldn't go on without the feeling Nanami gives you; he always makes you feel so fucking good.

"Kento, m'gonna-" you throw your head back and whine, an unbridled cry ripping through your throat as you cum all over his thigh.

"That's a good girl," he says, reveling in your shuddering figure clinging onto him to stay grounded. The sight of you like this, bent over his thigh, utterly euphoric from riding out the orgasm you'd held off on for so long, makes it hard for Nanami to ignore the way his cock is so hard it's hurting him. But you know Nanami, his self-control is truly frightening.

"You sure you don't want help with this?" you ask, stroking your fingers along his painful erection.

"No thank you, dear. Like I said, I'm going to beat your challenge," he begins to walk away, "I'll be in the other room if you want to cum again."

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Wheels On The Bus

A/n: This was really fun to write! I hope you guys enjoy!

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: In which Sukuna decides to have some fun on the bus much to your dismay

Warnings: Slight dub-con, fingering, vouyerism, public, over stimulation

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❝THE FLASHIEST STAR❞

⭑—pairings: Pornstar!Tengen Uzui x fem!reader

⭑—cw: filming, group sex, oral(f. receiving), face sitting, nipple play, soft!Tengen, size kink(?), squirting

⭑—tags: @dejwrites @gabzlovesu @nanaminshousewife @novaresque @getoswhore @vlyntage @rinhoes @simpliheavenli @aasouthteranoswife @dabilovesme @po3ticb3auty @the-great-himbo @kenmasbimbo @bbytamaki @hennnyyyyy98

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I only play these games ‘cause you’re playing them, too | Suguru Niragi; part ii

Title taken from “Blue Faces, Blue” by Bu|rrell

part i part ii part iii (preview)

Genre: slight angst, romance, suggestive themes

Pairing(s): Niragi/Reader, Chishiya/Reader

Prompt: Niragi still being an asshole, Chishiya also being an asshole

Summary: You weren’t sure why, but you convinced yourself it was a blessing. You didn’t attempt conversation with him, the both of you acted as if the other person didn’t exist. It was mostly fine except… he was acting weird.

P.S. I wrote this kind of weird but I liked it enough to keep so 🤷🏾‍♀️

Italics - Japanese

Normal - English

A little jealousyYyYyY naega anin~~ 🤪

Niragi had been ignoring you. Normally you couldn’t get him to leave you the hell alone, but now he was going out of his way to stay away from you.

You weren’t sure why, but you convinced yourself it was a blessing. You didn’t attempt conversation with him, the both of you acted as if the other person didn’t exist. It was mostly fine except… he was acting weird.

The Niragi you knew was obnoxious and loud, and excessively violent. He fired his rifle every 2 hours usually, using it to threaten someone or just because he could. This Niragi was quiet, he brooded and glared, staring into space. But this Niragi had also killed an insane amount of people over the past week, the numbers were ridiculous, even for him.

What was his deal?

…

You weren’t shocked. He could fuck whoever he liked, he could fuck everyone at The Beach and everyone in The Borderlands if he felt like it. You had no hold on him, you shouldn’t have cared.

But you did.

You weren’t hurt, per se, more annoyed than anything else. Annoyed and— disappointed? A part of you, however small, had liked him. You had wanted him despite yourself.

You let out a scoff before pushing yourself away from the bar, tearing your eyes away from where Niragi had wrapped himself around a pretty girl. You grabbed your drink and wandered along the edge of the dance floor.

The music had turned sensual, you watched Niragi from the corner of your eye, his hand was on her chest. You took a long sip from your drink, your lips closed around the vibrant, red straw as you cast your eyes down.

“Alright, Y/n?”

You rolled your eyes. Not another psycho.

“Fine, Chishiya. What brings you here? Thought you hated everything human.” you switched to English, stepping closer to the blonde-haired man to better hear him over the booming music.

“I don't hate humans, just the stupid ones.” he replied, his hands stuffed into his pockets and his shoulders were relaxed. But his narrowed gaze gave him away, he was watching everyone and everything around the two of you.

“Ah, so you hate humans.” you retorted, your voice flat even as someone bumped into you, pushing you closer to the cat-like man. He smirked before giving a conceding nod.

“I don't hate you. Does that mean anything?” you laughed, he wanted something from you. You didn't have the same mind for tricks and clever schemes as he did, but you could read people, you knew when someone was trying to manipulate you.

His words became slippery and careful, his posture carefully relaxed and open towards you. You rolled your eyes again, knocking your drink back before looking into his eyes.

“What do you want, kitty?” you questioned, aiming to annoy him with the nickname. He showed no reaction other than a scoffed laugh, he stepped closer until you were chest to chest. He reached a hand out to your waist, his long fingers dug into your flesh slightly.

You remained unimpressed but followed his lead, slinging an arm over his shoulder. He leaned into your ear, his cheek brushed yours.

“What happened between you and Niragi? He had been following you around like a puppy and now he has his hand down a girl’s swimsuit.”

You couldn't help flicking your eyes over to where Niragi had been shoving his tongue down her throat, he didn’t seem as interested anymore. His eyes flickered in your direction and you suddenly understood Chishiya’s true intentions. The girl was kissing Niragi’s neck and pawing at his chest, his hand was down her swimsuit. Your brow furrowed and you scoffed again before pressing your lips to Chishiya’s ear.

“Absolutely nothing. He saved my ass in the last game we went on together and since then he's been pretending I don't exist. I don't know what I did, and I don’t care, he can fuck all the way off and so can you.” you stepped away from Chishiya and turned to go back to the bar, ready for another drink before he attached himself to your back.

He brought a hand to your jaw, turning your ear towards his lips, once more. His other arm wrapped around your waist.

“He’s out of control, somehow he's even worse than before. He’ll kill everyone at The Beach before next week comes around if you don't fix this.” Chishiya’s tone was mild but you could tell he was serious.

You could very clearly see Niragi from the way Chishiya had positioned your face, he had straightened and was barely paying the girl any more attention, pulling his head away from her small hands so he could stay focused on you.

You sighed and relaxed back into Chishiya’s body, he took your weight with ease, he had started moving the two of you to the music and you felt your lips curl in amusement.

“How are his temper tantrums my problem?”

Chishiya was a startlingly good dancer for someone who steered clear of large groups of sweaty, drunk people. He was also surprisingly in tune with your body, you noticed as he guided your hips against his own.

“Because he’s obsessed with you. He might even love you.” your head snapped around, you glared into Chishiya’s cold and calculating eyes. You couldn't help but sense something familiar in that gaze. You huffed a small laugh, he and Niragi really were similar at times.

“He isn't.” you argued, spinning in Chishiya’s arms and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Then why can't he stop staring at you, Y/n?” he whispered before turning so your back was facing Niragi. You hissed at Chishiya and held yourself back from stomping on his foot as he ground his hips into you, you rolled your body against his, still playing along with him for whatever reason.

You glanced at Chishiya to see his eyes fixed on something behind you, he smirked before turning his nose into your hair, inhaling before flicking his tongue against the shell of your ear.

“Ew, don't lick me, stupid cat.” you grumbled in his mother tongue, his eyes were still empty of any emotion even as his palms settled over the curve of your ass.

“Gotta make it seem convincing, Y/n.” He pushed a thigh between both of yours and you rolled your eyes again, tangling your hands in his hair and pulling hard, exposing his Adam’s apple and collar bones. He let out an impressive groan and you snorted in laughter before leaning closer.

You had just brushed your lips against the underside of his jaw when a harsh hand ripped you away from the blonde-haired man.

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'𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐦𝐞'

SUMMARY: merry christmas/happy holidays to all the chishiya lovers and alice in borderland fans.. here is my gift you/our tiny fandom.

WARNINGS: smut, oral sex, handjob, kinda ooc chishiya (i'd think he'd be more silent tbh but that's goofy), mirror sex, doggy style, choking, breath play, praise kink, dirty talk, protected sex ya'll!!, fem!bodied reader, ive been crushing on him since the first time i saw him two years ago but tbh.. he got even finer in season two (i think i just get in my bag writing wise when i don't worry about punctuation like the perfectionist i am)

~♤♡◇♧~

"I needed this.."

he stroked your hair and let his head fall back between his shoulders, silky blond hair falling with it.

"needed this so fuckin' bad.."

you looked up at him through your lashes, jaw muscles tightening and drops of tears rolling down your hot cheeks.

"oh shit," he groaned, rough hands forcing your head down further. you clung onto his thighs, gagging as he slowly thrusted his cock deep into your throat. "c'mon, c'mon m'close.. just a bit more, baby."

you dug your nails into his thighs, his thick cock in between your swollen lips muffled your whimpers.. he hissed, thrusts harsher and you were screwed your eyes shut. his balls slapped against your chin as a mix of his pre-cum and your drool rolled down it.

"that's it," he sighed, burying your nose in his dark happy trail as spurts of his cum shot into your throat. "that's fuckin it, baby.."

you whined as he thrusted a few more times before finally pulling your head off of his softening dick.

you coughed, some of his cum caught in your throat while some of it rested in your tongue.

"c'mon stand up," he tilted your chin up. "and swallow the rest of that f'me, won't you babe?"

you frowned, licking your lips and gulping down the rest of his thick cum.. it was slightly salty but nothing off putting.

"shun," you stumbled to your feet with a pout, your voice was raspy due to the pounding your throat had taken. "i hate you—"

chishiya leaned in with a smirk before cupping your cheek. he kissed you deeply, not minding tasting himself as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. you moaned and ran your hands diwn the fabric of his black shirt, slipping your tongue in between his lips. he hummed in surprise but only pinned your body against the wall. the old paintings and candles rattling on the bathroom shelves.

you pulled back with a 'pop' and begged, "please fuck me, shun.."

he glanced up at you through hooded eyes, one hand wrapped around his semi-hard cock. "give me your hand," chishiya ordered and you did so, giving him both instead. "get me hard again, baby."

"m'kay, y'better fuck me good though.." you wrapped both of your hands around his cock and he held one of your hands as well.

chishiya guided you hands up and down, not that you didn't know how to give a hand job, he just wanted to feel you do it first hand. he wanted to feel your hand slid up the twitching base and pump it, tease his leaking tip. he wanted to understand how you understood his body so well when you've barely known him.

the sight of your swelled bottom lip trapped in between your teeth as you pumped his cock until it was stiff and oozing pre-cum all over your knuckles and that sinful look in your eyes..

he loved it.

chishiya wasn't a horny fuck like most people in this new world. he could go weeks without even touching himself 'cause there were more important things to worry about (like figuring out what the hell was going on), but that look, that fucking lustful stare when you figure out how to beat a game— when you first stood next to him on that balcony as chaos ran rampant all around that apartment complex.

you were fucked up..

"damn," he kissed your forehead and you let go of his cock, licking your hands free of his pre-cum. "bend over the sink, i want you to see what faces you make when i fuck you.."

..and he loved it.

you giggled and pushed past him, stepping over your disgarded highwaisted tights. you gripped the edge of the sink, looking at yourself in the cracked mirror. your hard nipples peaked through the fabric of your tanktop and to be honest, you already looked like he had fucked you stupid.

you arched your back and stuck out your ass, chewing on your bottom lip once more as you heard the packet for a condom tear open. you stared down into the sink, water dripped from the broken socket.

chishiya pulled your damp panties to the side, rubbing his thumb teasingly over your drenched slit.

"hurry up, shun—"

you gasped, body jolting forward as chishiya sunk his fat tip into your weeping hole. you gripped the sink tighter, trying to supress your moans so that the others wouldn't hear what was happening from the outside. "shit," chishiya let go of your hip and rubbed your clit while he tried to fit the rest of himself inside.. "i knew i should've fingered you but 'no,' you said 'just skip the foreplay, shun!' now look.. can't fit my cock in your cunt.."

you wriggled your ass against him and whimpered, "I've just been so pent up.. just needed your fuckin' dick, shun, right now.. m'sorry.."

"don't apologize," he groaned as his girthy cock sunk deeper inside of you, splitting you open. "just thank me.."

your knees buckled when chishiya's cock finally rested in your gummy walls.. a long grunt left his lips once he bottomed out, your pussy drooling around his length. the hand that he used to guide his dick in found its way to your throat and he forced you to look at yourself in the mirror.

"number one," he squeezed your throat and you gasped, his cock sliding out and pushing right back into your cunt with much more ease. "you should thank me for saving your ass in games.." he chuckled as you choked on moans with each harsh thrust, your entire body moving foward (the edge of the sink and chishiya's stopped you from going too far)— allowing you to catch a closer look at yourself.

"th.. thank you," you mumbled, soft whimpers escaping your throat. "shun.."

chishiya kissed you jaw, the clap of your ass echoing from wall to wall of the bathroom as his thrusts sped up. his cock drilled into you with no consideration while he pinched and flicked your clit.. and your sensitive nipples rubbed against your tanktop with every bounce of your tits.

"mm shit.. number two," he continued, smiling at your fucked-out expression— eyes foggy, mouth stuck in a permanant 'o' whether your moans came out broken, loud, or slient, and droplets of tears clung to your lashes. "you should thank me for fucking you like i do.. this is a lot of work y'know.." he hummed, those last words more of a groan.

you could feel his heavy breathing tickle your ear and you whined as the tip of his cock plunged deep into that spongey spot in your pussy.

"thank you," you slurred, his grip on your throat now had you gasping. "thank— thank you s'much, shun! you fuck me s'good.."

strands of his blonde hair stuck to his forehead as sweat dripped from the tip of his nose. chishiya groaned, noticing you squeeze your eyes shut and scruch your nose. moans and gasps leaving your lips while you cried.

ah.. you were about to cum.

as cute as you were when making that face, he wanted you to watch yourself cum more than anything.

"eyes open," chishiya murmured, grip loosening to allow you to breathe. "look at yourself, baby.."

you reluctantly opened your eyes.

was the world was ending? yes.

so to get fucked should be on the bottom of your list of priorities, and it was, well until chishiya slid his dick in your pussy and made you look like that for the first time— the definiton of a slut. you didn't understand how he expected and managed to keep your relationship a secret when after every time you both were intimate it ended with you looking a mess.

"shuuunn! m'gonna cum.. let me cum please!" you whined, gasping as he quickly cut off your air intake with just a squeeze.

"number three," his voice was breathy and his thrusts had become sloppy. you both were close. the mirror had fogged up from his pants while you clawed at his hand, a smile curling from your lips. all you coud focus on was breathing and trying to reach your high. "thank me," he grunted as you began to roll you ass back against him. "for leavin' this pussy satisfied.. every," he thrusted deep. "single," he pulled his hips back. "time.."

chishiya buried himself deep inside of you while your entire body shook as your orgasm flooded through your veins. finally, he let you breathe, both of his hands now gripping your hips, as he continued to fuck into you messily.

chishiya hated messes.

but you creaming around his cock didn't count..

at least not in this moment, if this wasn't a quickie, he probably would have punished you for it.

"s'too much, shun," you moaned softly with a sniffle. "m'too sensitive.. can't— can't do it.."

"yes you can, c'mon m'almost there," chishiya hummed against your neck. "make me cum, yeah? only you can, baby.."

you shuddered as chishiya's thrusts came to halt, and he dug his fingers deep into your ass cheeks. then you felt it, the condom filling up with his warm release while he began to fuck you once again but slowly and far more gentle.

"congrats.. you did it," he rested his chin on your slumped shoulder and nibbled on your ear. ".. you look so pretty when you cum, don't you agree?" chishiya taunted you and he pulled out with a groan.

"fuck you.."

"ya just did," chishiya sighed while he watched your panties fell back in place, now covering your fucked-out cunt. "can you walk straight?"

chishiya tied the used condom off and tossed it in the trashcan next to the toilet, stuffing his cock back in the confinments of his boxers. he pulled up his sweats before laying your tights over the edge of the seat.

"your dicks' not that big.." you grumbled.

"answer the question."

"just barely," you replied and chishiya scratched the back of his neck with a frown before he gently kissed your forehead. ".. and that's not going to fix it, y'know."

"i'm aware, but in my defense, i only went that hard because your visa's still good for a while," he explained. "complain all you want but i know you enjoyed it."

"unfortunately for my arguement, as per usual, shun.. you fucked me good.. so,"

you spun strands of his blond hair around your index finger and smiled at him in the mirror.

with that sinful look that drove him insane.

"..thank you."

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