𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲, 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐅@#𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!? | Suguru

Bonten’s Princess | Baby trapping

Chapter 1/? | “Heaven and Back”

Bonten Tokyo Revengers x fem reader (gang bang).

18+ MDNI. Reblogs, likes and comments are so appreciated! Happy Valentine’s Day!

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★ You are a member of the Bonten organization, having romantic and sexual affairs with all of the members and often getting gang banged. You threaten to leave Bonten during a fight with Sano Manjiro. He takes matters into his own hands by stealing your birth control and getting rid of it. One evening with all the executives in your penthouse, you are gangbanged by Bonten. Mikey baby traps you and all of the executives cum inside you without any protection, because your life is better with them. Even if he has to prove it to you, you belong with Mikey. Will you get pregnant? Who is the father?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37055383/chapters/92459122 Cross Posted to my AO3.

TW: Reader gets fucked while she’s drunk, rough sex, baby trapping, dub con, drunk sex, mention of drugs, violence and guns. If these make you uncomfortable, please do not read.

Kinks: Creampies, breeding, BDSM, bondage, toys, bimbo reader, size kink, slapping, choking, vaginal sex, oral, sugar daddy, overstimulation, daddy kink & a lot more!

A/N: Hi babes! I am so excited to be posting this. Welcome to the first chapter of my Bonten arc, Tokyo Revengers baby trapping story. We are starting things off with a bang! I am not sure how many chapters this will be, most likely 5-10! I’ve put so much effort into this first chapter, I hope you all love it. Please let me know if you want more. Please read the end notes! I love Mikey so much, so I am so excited to develop a plot for this.

Read below, I hope you enjoy this first chapter! ⇩( ◠‿◠ )

You’re a Bonten executive and also having sexual affairs with members of the criminal organization. Your life was anything but boring.

You lived in a fancy penthouse they paid and provided all for you. Bonten is known as the most dangerous crime groups in all of Japan. You were a young adult and the youngest member in Bonten, your place in the gang was as Bonten’s princess and Mikey’s girl. It was normal for you to be gangbanged by the members regularly, having threesomes and sex whenever they wanted. There you were, also a decently dangerous girl knowing if anyone was to mess with you, they’d be killed. You were a lot more fragile and sensitive than them of course. You were a few years younger than most of them.

You were on birth control due to the fact you were young and not ready for a baby. But the last 2 weeks, you haven’t taken your birth control. You couldn’t find it? This made you confused and frustrated, but just held off on seeing the doctor for a new pack due to business matters getting a little busy. After an argument with Mikey, being stubborn as usual in which you threatened to leave Bonten and kick them out of your life. It was mainly out of anger and you didn’t really mean it, but sometimes thoughts bubbled up in your head that this wasn’t such a good idea.

You were a young, beautiful and kind woman with so much promise to the world. You could definitely find the husband you needed to fit your lifestyle to settle down and have a child with.

You were unable to deny you enjoyed the luxury lifestyles and constant assurance of knowing you’re safe with the Bonten members looking out for you. You were Bonten’s Princess after all. You grew up having a quiet life, with school and career goals, until you met Sano Manjiro at a bar one night, you caught his attention and the rest was history. Bars were never your thing, yet for some reason that night you decided to go which brought you to that fateful encounter.

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11:30 PM

You were currently in your luxury pent house’s living area on a fancy black leather couch, you sat holding a wine glass while wearing a black, sparkly, short and sexy dress. You were sipping your sparkly alcoholic beverage while sitting on Takeomi’s lap. You were practically his baby doll. His one hand around your waist while the other hand holding an Old Fashioned. Mikey, Ran, Kokonoi, Sanzu, Kakucho, Mochi and Rindou were also there. Drinking and smoking while chatting about various topics. You drank some sparkling rosé wine which was sweet, a lot more pleasant than white wine; still indulging in those feminine likings of sweet drinks. It was a nice night, the city was quiet and the weather was pleasent. The perfect night for this.

You had on some mini black heels, your makeup was done nicely with a dark eye look enhancing your (color) twinkly orbs. You had on the Miss Dior perfume, it was just as elegant as you. You were dating a few of the members in the gang, it was a difficult and different relationship to say the least. Though the men found their ways to keep you to themselves. It wasn’t intended, it just sorta happened.

The men in the room had their fancy dress shirts, slacks and suits on. The typical attire. Not to mention they smelled amazing. Many of them wearing designer clothing and using masculine and sexy colognes that made you go into a state of hypnosis. You got showered in presents by your fellow executives too as you often helped them out with syndicate related matters. You weren’t too deep into crime like some of them. They currently sat having drinks, smoking weed, cigarettes and eating appetizers off of a black tray.

All sorts of fancy cheese, crackers, mini sandwiches filled the tray. It was a perfect evening for a get together with the guys like this.

”Listen, I think we should hit up a strip club to see if we can get any entertainment.” Haruchiyo’s voice boomed, taking you out of your thoughts.

You frowned, darting an angry look to the pink haired man.

”We have no reason to go there, remember what happened last time? Man, you really have a few screws loose.” Kokonoi rolled his eyes.

“I was just kidding, but things have been pretty boring around here lately.” The pink haired male responded.

Rindou chuckled, “right.”

Takeomi was a lot older than you but incredibly sexy. “How’s the drink tasting baby? They make the wine good enough for ya doll?” He asked from behind you, his voice rasped making all the men look over to you, as you got pretty tipsy and filled with giggles at this time.

“It’s really good!” You smiled with the glass in your hand. “You guys always spoil me, thank you for buying this pretty dress, Takeomi.” You giggled blushing.

Maybe you were a little bit of a sugar baby to them. You’d often give the men strip shows, sex, blowjobs, anything they could ask for. You were younger than all of them, adorable at that too. The perfect bimbo they used to corrupt.

“Yeah, is it ever pretty. How about ya stand up n’ give us a little spin.” Sanzu looked at you up and down, his pink hair shining like gloss in the dim lights.

Takeomi let you get off his lap, you stood up on the white and black marble flooring. Your dress hugged your petite body, making your breasts pop out, showing off your small curves of your hips and waist. You spun around and gave a coy little grin, blowing a kiss in a flirty manner to Sanzu.

“Mm, very sexy” Kokonoi smirked as he looked at you. “You look like you’ve got a fancy date tonight or somethin’, what’s the occasion for getting so dolled up? You usually wear a mini dress or some skirt to these little drinking nights.” He questioned.

The other men were wondering why you decided to wear something new and so sexy and more makeup than usual. Your hair shined in the dim lighting, making the (color) hair glow, smooth like honey.

“Well I’m sure not complaining, what man doesn’t wanna look at pretty girls?” Kakucho with his legs crossed and arms leaning back across the chair smugly responded as you felt all eyes on you.

Sanzu whistled, he gave you an enthusiastic smile “god damn babygirl, you’re making me want to do bad things to you when I see you like this! I love the dress.”

“A date tonight? No way.” You shrugged, “I just wanted to look cute for you guys.” You flirted, using your feminine ways and trying to grasp their attention.

“How sweet" Koko replied.

“Guys I needed to bring this up to you… it’s pretty serious.” Your tone changed from lighthearted to a little more serious and almost worried tone, making a few eyebrows quirk up.

“I can’t find my birth control I left in my bathroom cabinet. I haven’t had it in a few weeks since we weren’t doing anything the last few weeks. Where is it?” You asked fearing the worst.

You knew you had threatened to leave Bonten after and argument not too long ago with Mikey and you’ve always known that what Mikey wants, Mikey gets.

You thought you had misplaced your packet of pills, and with how busy you were the last two weeks it wasn’t the biggest priority. You knew the guys wouldn’t do you bad, they loved and adored you. Though you had a feeling Mikey knew something about this and since you were all together here tonight, it was a good idea to ask at the very least.

Takeomi gave you a confused look, “I don’t know.”

Well, whatever. Nevermind.

“Seriously. One of you probably threw it out. Who was it?” You asked as you got mad, you weren’t raising your voice but it definitely sounded agitated.

“I said I don’t know, sweetie.” Takeomi grunted as some chuckles came from the older men.

“Sorry, pet. I’ve got no clue where it went. I was busy these last few days trying to deal with some unpleasant scum.” Sanzu replied, as sincere as he could be.

That’s when you heard Mikey speak as his voice boomed. He sat on a couch alone and in front of everybody. “We need to discuss something.”

You completely forgot he was there with how quiet he was tonight.

“Did you steal it Mikey?!” You asked turning around to face him in his chair. Looking all high and fucking mighty.

“Yes I did, and I threw it out. You can’t threaten to leave me like that after all I do for you, (Name).” Mikey’s voice was emotionless as he stared at you with a heartless expression.

”I thought you would’ve brought this matter up sooner.” He added in a tone that sounded like he was speaking to himself.

“The hell?! Why are you guys so damn obsessive over me. I’m a free and adult woman, I can do what a want. Besides… I don’t know if the gang life is for me.” Your voice trailed off.

That snapped the mellow tone of the atmosphere to a more intense one.

“Why not?” Kaku asked after a brief moment of silence and you sulked.

You thought for a moment and recalled all of the times you realized how dangerous this kind of life was.

You started to realize one day you want to get married and have kids, not yet of course you were still so young, barely an adult. You owned guns, have seen people get killed, drugs dealings and all sorts of crime, you weren’t sure how safe it would be for you to have a baby around here.

Feeling the intensity of the men in the room as they gave you dark looks with a tinge of possessiveness. They were so caring and took good care looking after you, so of course this would bother them. Just did not sit right.

A moment of silence again, you fucked up.

All the members knew you were a young, naïve and sometimes dumb girl. You often babbled about nonsense all the time, this was too far though. You can’t just leave. The constant spoiling, pampering, you were their little princess.

“I hate to leave at an awkward time but I just got a call, I need to go take it, boss.” Mochi said speaking up, grabbing his ringing cell phone as he left the pent house’s front door.

“Go ahead.” Mikey replied.

Taking a deep breath knowing it’s what you must do to confront Mikey. It was around your time of ovulation in the month where you were most fertile, it would surprise you if Mikey was tracking this.

“It’s because I love you guys so much. Except I want to get married possibly someday and have babies. I don’t know if we could raise a baby here safely. I don’t want them involved in the crime world, I want to be a good mother.” Your voice was timid and squeaky now, your lips were baby pink and plump. So feminine and desirable.

Mikey was the one to reply quickly. “Yes we can, of course we can, sweet pea.” His voice was soft, almost like he was telling you the way it had to be. “I could be a father to the baby and prioritize them with all safety in the world. You said you always wanted kids.”

“Yeah but not now-“

“Then how the fuck are we gonna fuck her? Last time she took a break off birth control you wouldn’t let us do anything.” Ran asked raising his voice slightly.

“Mikey’s word is law. He makes the decisions around here.” Sanzu snorted being loyal to his boss.

“Thank you, Sanzu. However, I think it’s only right we give her what she wants and to ravish her without her birth control. It’s unnatural for you body’s natural hormones, baby.” Mikey gave you a dark expression.

What was he going on about?

“I wouldn’t mind knocking her up, only if she wanted.” Takeomi took a puff of his cigarette.

“Hmph” you frowned, regarding your monthly period you were sure if you’d even get pregnant at this time of the month, you could always get Plan B behind Mikey’s back.

“You could never leave us, (Name). Life is so much better when you have us, you need us. Remember how you used to be an innocent little good girl? You couldn’t survive like that without someone to protect you?” Hajime asked you as you stood completely surrounded by the men.

“That’s right, you need us don’t you princess? I spoil you rotten, you can’t just take all my money and love, then run.” Sanzu purred, trying to hit a nerve.

You were often easily swayed by words.

“I don’t know about any of these jackasses but you’ve been making me pretty worked up lately with all these sexy outfits.” Rindou pointed out as you eyed him up and down, how handsome he looked in his formal suit. It accentuated his body well.

You went from feeling the buzz of alcohol to quickly getting into a drunken state, you were feeling bubbly.

Looking down to your hand you saw a promise ring Mikey gave you, and you wore diamond earrings Koko bought for you. You were spoiled rotten.

“Your life won’t be much better without us.” Mikey told you, it was the honest truth.

“So then, what are you going to do?” You asked as you made eye contact with Sano Manjiro, going right along with him in his game.

“You can’t leave me, that isn’t the right thing to do. We belong together and we are family. You are nothing without me, Bonten is your life. I don’t want you finding anybody else, they'll mess it up.” He spoke with darkness laced in his malicious tone. Mikey did this, when his dark side came out it was always something you never messed with.

“You know he is right too, (Name).” Takeomi the group’s advisor told you. “You’re a defenseless girl and we love you, no need to cut off such a healthy relationship.” He flashed his teeth to you with a sly grin.

“How about ya c’mere and sit in my lap?” Koko asked patting to his lap, you were feeling tipsy and vulnerable to the difficult situation.

“Mm Hajime, I’m starting to feel drunk and my head feels weird.” You mutter out as you walked over to him in your heels, they clicked as you walked across the floor, your hips swaying slightly as your black, sparkly dress shined.

“It’s for your own good.” Mikey added while watching. His arm was leaning on the arm of the chair, he propped himself up with his hand against his chin.

You looked at Koko’s appearance and his styled hair with, his black eyes looking into your orbs. He was one of the more dressy executives, his golden earrings flashing as they caught your attention. He could easily calculate your every move and predicted what would be happening tonight.

You sat in his lap and felt his hand stroking your thigh, facing him you bit your lip. He was a dangerous man, good at making money in all illegal ways. He was good at the criminal schemes he took part in. Even being associated with Kokonoi meant you were bound to be rich. These men were all dangerous and could easily hurt you.

“Tonight, I command we do a gangbang on (Name). We will continue fucking her as long as it takes to get her pregnant, so don’t hold back men. I’ll be the one to finish in her last. I’ll stay here and anything I see and don’t like will be stopped immediately.” Mikey spoke up to the group, those words making you immediately nervous.

“Fine by me.” Koko snickered as his hand trailed up to your breasts he groped them through your dress as he squeezed them. "Consider this punishment."

“No, can’t we talk about this?” You squirmed “I love being fucked by you all but please let me get back on birth control first, please.” You begged, giving him big puppy eyes.

“Come on missy. You might not even get pregnant, we’ve done it raw before and nothin’ happened.” Sanzu rolled his eyes, getting tired of your attitude.

Koko replied to the man, “well you probably just got lucky. She’s young and fertile, god, I bet we’d have the cutest babies. There’s no deeper love than this.” He grinned looking at you.

“After, if she doesn’t get pregnant we will just wait and try again some other month. It’s really her choice, she has options if she wants Plan B or not. If she does get pregnant, we will have to find out who the dad is.” Mikey spoke to the group as he got up from his seat and walked over to the large open window revealing the nighttime city lights.

“I’m sure this could be interesting, we could make some bets on who the dad is.” Sanzu liked the ideas the boss was throwing out.

“I’m only (your age) years old, I’m still a bit young for a baby, even if my body craves it.” Your voice was shallow and filled with nerves.

“I don’t know about you guys but I’ve always thought our baby girl would look adorable pregnant with a swollen belly.” Kaku glanced over to you with loving eyes.

There was a table in the middle of all the couches where the men placed their respective drinks and snacks.

Koko’s hand discreetly went underneath your short dress and touched your clit through your panties as you whimpered quietly. This exposed your (favorite color) lacy and sexy panties you bought for yourself, this did not go unnoticed.

Koko’s hand went from touching your clit outside of your panties to snaking his hand underneath the thin fabric as his fingers rubbed gentle circles on your clit. Your body leaned against his chest, he was wearing a burgundy top which made him look irresistible. You let out a whine as he touched your clit, giving a little lewd mewl.

“That’s my girl.” Koko praised, the men in the room amused by your release of the noise of pleasure.

“She’s such a weak little executive for Bonten, yet the most valuable member as our sex toy.” Bonten’s number 3 Kaku spoke as he was relaxed on the couch holding his drink.

His fingers continued to rub your clit as you arched your back.

“Mm” you whimper gently as your eyes flutter shut.

“As always, she likes doin' it while all drunk or high.” Sanzu chuckled watching your face became flushed, a shade of pink that reminded him of cotton candy.

“How about ya take that dress off? As cute as it is I’d rather see what lingerie you got on underneath.” Takeomi, the older man looked at you as you stood up, feeling a bit dizzy from the alcohol.

“Speaking of which, I got some new sex toys, I think we could use on her…” Sanzu trailed off with a dirty smirk on his face, his eyes revealing the dirty intentions he had with you. You examined all of his piercings and how truly hot his appearance was.

“And what exactly might they be?” Rindou asked in curiosity, tilting his head.

“I got some nipple clamps, a spreader bar, vibrators, some of the BDSM equipment any freak could ask for!” His slightly droopy eyes looked into yours, you bit your lip in response. He was a pretty blunt and outgoing guy, totally crazy with drugs though.

“How does that sound Mikey?” Sanzu asked knowing Mikey’s word was most important and Haruchiyo Sanzu stayed loyal to Mikey’s beliefs.

“You’re free to do what you like. As long as we get her pregnant, I wouldn’t want her to leave us.” Mikey walked back over to his chair as he sat down on it. You knew how manipulative Sanzu was, he was the most sadistic too.

“Strip, (Name).” Mikey spoke to you as you realized you had no other option, either they were going to brutally fuck you or you could go along with it.

Besides you started to feel a tingly and hot sensation down in your panties. You hadn’t masturbated or been fucked in awhile now.

“Dumb girl.” Mikey taunted.

You slowly unzipped the zipper to your black and sparkly dress that glimmered in the low toned lighting. Perhaps the lighting was setting the mood.

You slide the dress down to the luxury tiled flooring and stepped out of it, sliding your heels off. You were significantly smaller than all of the men, your body was small and you were surrounded by hungry males awaiting to devour you.

Your figure was on full display for the men in the room. You were wearing a matching (favorite color) lace bra, which the colors brought out your eyes and it was a fancy designer brand. Hell, even your whole face of makeup and outfit from tonight were worth a few thousand dollars.

You didn’t have the biggest curves but your body had little feminine curves that made your hips and waist look absolutely stunning. You shyly look up awaiting a response.

“Don’t worry, (Name). You can always get the morning after pill tomorrow, I’ll allow it.” Mikey gave you a crooked half smile, which made you wonder how sincere he was but you trusted him.

You nodded your head feeling the comfort in his unbeknownst to you, fake reassurance.

“Thank you Mikey.” You softly replied.

“Lay on the couch, princess. Let me get you ready and all wet for tonight.” Koko smirked.

“I’ll go get the toys from the other room” Sanzu said as he stood up and walked out of the room, his feet making sound with each step he took.

In your drunken state you walked over to the empty couch, all of the men were on opposite couches. It was spacious so there was enough room for everyone to sit comfortably in your living area. You laid on the cool and black, leather couch. Your head gently resting on a cushion.

“All bark, no bite.” Sanzu chuckled as he entered the room with all of the toys and bondage materials he mentioned. “Wise of ya, baby. You know we have guns here, so make sure you’re obedient.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, I’m sorry for threatening to leave. Bonten is what my life is dedicated to.” You slurred your words through the alcohol hitting your system.

“Good girl. We will always take care of you and fuck you better than anyone ever could. Anyone who doesn’t fit in Bonten are scraps.”

Koko came back to the couch you were on, getting on top of you, he grabbed your arms and held them down dominantly. Koko pressed his soft lips that had the lingering scent of alcohol on them onto your pink lips that were in a pout. Your body felt like it was getting all hot and sensitive at this sensation.

His tongue collided with yours, he explored your mouth with his tongue. Your spit getting all over your chest as you whimper and plead for more.

”F-feels good.” You commented through out the kiss and brief make out session.

Koko’s mouth went to your neck, sucking on the skin and giving a slight bit to it as he was covering you in hickeys. One after the other on your neck. “Don’t forget, you’re my woman.” He sternly spoke as his hands trail down your silky-soft skin.

“So pretty when you’re all embarrassed and shy. Don’t act like you don’t love being gangbaged by us.” Koko’s voice was laced with sultry as some of the men in the room licked their lips in hunger.

“Y-yes, gangbangs with Bonten are always the best”. You responded, you looked so dumb and innocent. You were the perfect little bimbo.

“You look beautiful tonight, sweetie. Flaunting how cutesy you are.” His voice was raspy as you whimpered and squirmed under him, desperately anticipating for him to do something.

He sat you up to unhook your bra, as pretty as it was, he wanted you totally bare for him. Removing the bra and sliding it off your body, tossing it to the ground. Koko’s hands now made their way to your panties, your hips bucked as you whimpered. He hadn’t even touched you and you were already so needy.

He reached down to your lace (color) panties and slid them down, taking them off of your body and tossing them down to the ground. You were entirely naked in front of all the Bonten members, total eye candy to them.

You instinctively spread your legs open for Koko, he started by pressing kisses on your inner thighs, causing tingles to run down your spine. Your pussy was already soaked, making him hum as he noticed how much it was dripping.

“Silly girl, she’s wet already. Absolutely dripping.” Koko’s voice spoke to the men, causing a few snickers from the men.

“So I suppose she doesn’t mind this to an extent.” Rindou said in a low-toned voice, feeling his cock becoming hard in his pants from your cute figure.

“P-please, wanna feel good.” You begged, needing Koko to touch you.

He chuckled in amusement at your current state. “You’re like dessert, ya know? Taste so sweet and your scent is intoxicating baby.” With that Koko’s tongue glided against your slit, pressing a kiss on your little clit.

“Mmm! Missed this so much!” You whined quietly, your eyes shutting as you let out a drunk giggle.

You raised your hand and ran your hand through the man’s smooth hair.

His tongue flicked against your clit, sucking on your sensitive nub, making you fall into a state of pleasure that felt incredible.

“Koko-“ you meekly mewled, you couldn’t deny, it did feel a little embarrassing yet so fucking sexy having all of the men in the room get hard at the sight of you being eaten out.

“Ahh Koko, it is making me feel really good.” You moaned softly, you took in the notes of his seductive cologne. It had scents of sandalwood, lavender and a hint of some spices.

You and Koko were very close, regularly going on on dates and having sex together. He was one of the people you were around the most, he had known you the longest too along with Manjiro.

Koko’s tongue dipped into your hole, exploring it with his tongue as he tasted your sweet arousal. A massive bulge growing in his boxers.

“Hajime, please more.” You begged, your voice becoming more high pitched.

He made love to your clit, gently spreading your folds with his tongue as he teased your clit. Sucking and licking at your sensitive button, resulting in you arching your back and your pussy becoming even more soaked than prior. Surely, you’d be ready to take cock soon enough.

”It feels so good!” Your voice lewdly let out in pleasure, making Rindou grunt.

“Pleasure slut, only focused on yourself huh? That’s going to change tonight.” The man commented as the room was relatively silent with all eyes on you.

Koko stayed focused on pleasuring your tight cunt. Holding your legs open as they began to tremble, you felt the blood rush to your face as it was heating up. He was making your pussy feel incredible as the waves of pleasure built up stronger and stronger.

Your nipples were slightly puffy as Takeomi admired your body in this state. “Does it feel good, baby?” He asked, finally putting the cigarette butt in the ash tray.

“Omi, feels so good daddy-“ you cry out, entering a full state of lust and desire for the men to take you.

You weren’t on birth control now, but fuck it.

“Pretty little girl, can’t wait to fill ya up. You’re safe with us.” Takeomi Akashi said.

Which was funny he said that, as there were guns on the coffee table beside Sanzu.

All eyes were on you, this felt like a dream. Or the fantasy of some perverted girl.

Koko’s mouth pleasuring your pussy felt too good, it was making you closer to a high feeling his tongue explore your sensitive areas. He was so damn good at eating pussy too, the man knew exactly how to pleasure you and all the right ways to tease you.

“Ah! ‘M gonna cum, I can’t take it no more. It’s so damn good!” You moaned loudly.

“Cum for me princess, let it out. Cum on my tongue, baby girl.” Koko encouraged you, giving you praise as he kept licking your clit with his tongue.

Feeling the rushing and high sensation of your orgasm washing over your body, you bucked your hips as your legs began to shake and twitch.

“Koko! I’m cumming, god it feels so good. I needa get fucked so hard tonight.” You innocently whined, yet letting out such dirty words as you came.

You let out some heavy breaths as you came down from your high, giving a little soft smile. “Thank you, Koko.”

Takeomi stood up and grabbed you. He lifted you up, laying you down on your back on the table that was in the penthouse living room in the middle of all the couches, which also had a pool table, theatre sized TV and various things you enjoyed such as a cabinet filled with champagne and a mini bar. The pent house had a very modern and sleek look, anyone's dream home.

Your head turned to look out the large window observing the city night lights. Your body was completely naked and bare for all of the Bonten members to feast their eyes on your small and bare form. You were fertile too, off the pill and ready for breeding.

Takeomi smelled of yucky cigarettes with a mix of alcohol and cologne. His black and blonde hair lighting up in the lighting of the sensual atmosphere of the room. He had a burning lust and drive to take you.

He was tall and much bigger than you, this made you feel excited. He hasn’t even touched you yet and you were mewling and whining, now fully ready for cock.

“So needy.” You heard Mikey say as he watched you with a blank expression, almost as if he didn’t give a fuck to the sight unfolding in front of him.

Sanzu gave chuckle, “that’s our little weakling, you’re not so tough when we put you into that submissive state are ya? Girls are so precious.”

You whimpered a “nu uh”, biting your lip looking up at the man who was in between your legs.

“I need it, Takeomi sir.” Your voice was angelic.

“What do you need slut?” He asked exuding dominance.

“Your cock, need to get fucked so badly” your legs squirmed, feeling more needy for cock than ever before. Your voice went all high pitched and desperate for them.

“Well gentlemen tonight is the night we find out who has the weakest sperm.” Rindou commented, followed by a few small laughs.

All current executives were sitting on 3 couches you had in your living space. Sanzu and Kaku on one, Rindou and Ran on another, then Koko on the couch you were previously on.

Takeomi undid his black belt, then unbuttoned his black slacks and removed them, he slipped off his boxers. He also took off his dress shirt which was white and striped tie. You spread your legs open as a lewd expression was pressed on your blushing face. A face that was of an innocent girl ready to get her cunt drilled.

You looked down as he pulled his large cock out, it was around 7 inches and girthy. He was experienced in the bedroom.

The older man lined up his cock with your glossy, wet slit as he slowly pushed himself in your hole gently, his cock dripping with pre cum; you knew damn well you were getting knocked up tonight.

You’d even go as far of thinking that Mikey was being slick enough to track your cycle at this point.

You let out a loud moan, “oh fuck!” your pussy was being stretched open by him.

Takeomi let out a groan as you looked at his toned body, getting more turned on.

“This pussy is tight as fuck as always, can tell you’ve never fucked many guys.” The man took pleasure in letting his cock fill up every inch of your tight and warm cunt that happily wrapped around him welcoming him.

“Mmm, I missed this so much. You haven’t fucked me in a bit, sir.” Calling him that sweet word which made him feel powerful.

He didn’t thrust just yet, letting you adjust to his size.

”No need to leave us, ask for my credit card whenever and you got it. Yeah princess?”

You squeezed around his cock, feeling turned on by the way he spoke to you.

“Good girl, wrapping around my cock so tightly, like we first time we ever fucked huh?” Takeomi grunted as you mewled. You let out those innocent yet so dirty, high-pitched lewd noises.

“Mikey, can’t do this-“ you whined out knowing how you were bound to get pregnant if all these men came inside you.

“Shut up, take it. Let’s make a happy future.” Mikey ordered.

“Baby-“ Takeomi started looking down at you, your eyes looked like they were begging for him to stop.

You smelled the liquor on his breath as he gave a concerned gaze. Who the hell was he to push having a kid onto you? Takeomi was the kind of guy who was maybe a little rough around the edges, but he spoiled you rotten with fancy dinners and bouquets of (your favorite) flowers.

“Mmph?” You sulked as you looked up into his piercing eyes.

“I can just pull out.”

“No, I’ll take it.” You replied quietly, with some whistles and clapping from the guys in the room observing you, letting your lust take over.

Maybe the thought you might get pregnant hasn’t really sunk in yet.

Takeomi thrusted his big cock inside your tight cunt, going slow at first then building up a nice pace as you felt waves of pleasure building up in your pussy. Your legs felt all shaky as you wrapped them around Takeomi’s body pulling him in.

“Nnnn, fuck.” You cry out in pleasure

“God, (Name). I fucking love you princess, so beautiful.”

”Love you always, daddy.” You responded, your (cup size) breasts bouncing as he fucked you.

He leaned down to kiss you, pressing his soft lips against your plump and pouty lips. You mewled against them, your little lewd nosies were music to his ears. His cock thrusted against your cervix, his cock was already leaking with his pre-cum before entering you, all of it was surely making way into your womb.

His tongue collided with yours as you opened your mouth giving him leeway to explore, you were able to take in the scent of the cologne he had on. The musk of tobacco with woody accords, some notes of lemon that flirted with a lovely scent of cedar that gave for the perfect scent for Takeomi.

God, weren’t you ever spoiled rotten? Being given all these wonderful things like handbags, designer outfits, shoes, makeup and perfume. Sure the situation wasn’t ideal, but they would take care of your baby. It’s not like you were so material based, but they did adore you.

“Feels good in my pussy” your high pitched tone made him groan as he held onto your waist thrusting deep into you.

“Shit, princess. You feeling good? Your lips look so pretty wrapping around my cock, god your pussy looks so pretty like this. Wish you could see.” The man whispered into your ear, resulting in sultry moans booming from your mouth.

“Y-yes, it’ making me feel rweally good.” You whimper.

His thrusts got harder and deeper, your body had a hard time taking his whole cock but you did it. It felt so good being streched out by Takeomi, the older man.

"Omi, more please! I love your big cock."

He bucked his hips as he pounded into your cunt that was wet and gripping him.

“I’m gonna cum, sweetie. Stay just like that.” Akashi moaned as his thrusts were rough, getting sloppy too. You nodded your head in response with a dirty smirk pressed on your face with bright, cotton candy flushed cheeks.

You giggle “yes, please cum inside me. Do it raw!” You begged, you were over taken by your high. Completely forgetting that this wasn’t what you wanted.

You heard him let out a loud groan as Bonten’s advisor began to cum inside of you. His hot, white and milky liquids filling up your pussy as you whined and moaned underneath him. He stayed inside your pussy balls deep for a moment after cumming, as if trying to make sure it all was filling you up and staying put. He let out a soft chuckle as he pulled out, watching some of his seed drip out of you.

“So beautiful, not too sure why but the fact you’re unprotected makes it a little more hot right now.” Takeomi darted as he began to pull his boxers up and do up his pants before sitting back on the couch and grabbing his glass of an unfinished drink.

You got a moment to breathe, your nerves began to sink in a little. Were you really going to get pregnant tonight?

Your hearing felt muffled as you heard some shuffling around and some of the men talking before getting back into focus.

Now Rindou got up and walked toward your place on the luxury table, which all the furniture in your penthouse was high class and luxury. Your eyes made you look like you were hypnotized, you bit down on your lip. Which unintentionally made you look like a total tease.

“Rindou” you call out and he smirked.

You looked at his light lilac hair. You could see his bulge and how hard his cock was as he approached you. His shiny earrings filling your drunk and dizzy vision. He was so handsome.

“Baby girl, so weak and fragile. All bark and no bite, you claimed you were thinking about leaving me and here you are yet again being used like a slut. Is my girlfriend really so silly to believe she can get away without my permission?” Rindou asked with a sadistic look on his handsome face.

He was one of your favorites in Bonten, you loved getting fucked roughly by him. It was hard to pick a favorite man when they all treated you so well and had their own great highlights.

You didn’t respond.

“You listen to me when I’m talking to you, got it?” You suddenly felt his hands pulling you up so you were now sitting on the table instead of laying back, looking up into his eyes.

You frowned and rolled your eyes in a bratty manner, unexpectedly you felt a harsh slap to your face as you wince in pain. You felt tears on the verge of spilling out of your dolled up eyes, whimpering in pain as your cheek grew red from the man’s harsh slap.

“Use your words and apologize. You know the magic word.” He was stern and needed to put you in your place.

“I’m sorry daddy. I won’t roll my eyes again or disrespect you. Daddy please, need you so badly.” You politely request and he caressed your cheek he had just slapped.

“That’s a good girl. You can be obedient for me, can’t you my dirty girl?” He asked and you nodded your head with excitement.

Everything about you was perfect to Rindou, he always picked out what color nails you should get at your next appointment at the nail salon. He often picked out your lingerie and outfits for you, he loved you being his little girl. He never let your bratty side get the better of him, he enforced punishment when needed.

You pull him in for a kiss as you kissed his cheek and pressed a soft kiss on his lips.

“I love you Rindou, daddy.” You muttered while wrapping your arms around him.

This is what Mikey wanted after all, to turn you into an overstimulated and brain dead bimbo for him to toy with.

“You need to be punished, don't ya honey? Daddy’s going to give you his baby for threatening to leave him.” Rindou scolded as the taller male looked down at you.

He turned from you as you noticed him grab the nipple clamps Sanzu just placed across the table. Rindou looked at your body, admiring your form and your tits.

Your breasts were perky and were a perfect size, surely to grow a size or two once you were knocked up. He placed the nipple clamps on each of your nipples as they were held together by a small chain, he gave them a tug resulting in a mewl from you.

You felt the sensation of your sensitive nipples being squeezed by those clamps, whining and making noise.

“Shh, no whining tonight. You have been rude enough.” He ordered and you bit down on your tongue, submitting entirely.

“Hey, you must of forgotten this.” Sanzu said as he pulled out a collar handing it over to Rindou. It was black with a few diamonds and a lock on it, real diamonds of course.

“Oh, of course. (Name), you know what this represents right?” You we’re sitting up and looking up at the man who was speaking down to you in an intimidating and stern voice. He lifted your hair up as he did up the collar on you.

“It means I’m property of Bonten. I’m your woman, I’m your little girl.” You slurred with a cute tone.

“What happens if I really get pregnant…? It’s going to be all your fault, you jerks.” You furrowed your eyebrows and flared some of your attitude.

“Listen, missy. You’re the one with baby fever. And if this is what Manjiro wants, you better fucking take it. Besides, I’m sure you’ve gotten a few of us hooked on the idea of having a little nugget running around here. So take it.” Sanzu snapped from his spot on the couch as he gave you devious eyes.

Rindou huffed as he hit your cheek once again, you let out a whine again from the pain. It stung.

“You’re getting 5 more of these for that attitude. I’m tired of your complaining.” Rindou frowned.

“So count with me.” He ordered.

He slapped your lightly reddened cheek once, it wasn’t too rough but just enough pain for you.

“One.” You whimpered, looking up at the purple eyed male.

His hand slapped your face again, not too rough but the consistency made it sting.

“T-two.” Your voice made a small crack, looking up at the Bonten tattoo on his neck.

Again and again. “Three” you whined out.

The fourth time he slapped you a bit harder, “f-four!”

Lastly, the fifth time was very rough. “Five, I’m sorry daddy” you squeaked.

”Good slut, that wasn’t so hard was it?” He asked, you tugged at his suit and nodded your head.

“We could pick out some cute baby clothes, products, diapers, we could design a nursery and make it however you want. I want to give you my baby, I’ll treat you right. We will make it easy.” The purple-pinkish haired executive looked at your form with the most loving and hungry eyes.

“Well, maybe it could be fun… you’ll have to take good care of me right?” You twirled some of your hair around in your finger nervously.

“Of course, that’s the spirit. Good slut, now it’s time for daddy to breed your hole.” He snickered with a sadistic tone.

You tug at his tie in a needy manner letting out some whimpers.

He looked at you with lust. “Use your words, dirty girl.”

“Take it off, please. I want you daddy, need daddy’s cock now.”

“Good girl. Using manners, I love to hear it.” He praised you as he stroked your hair, taking the (hair color) locks in his fingers and gently running them through your hair.

He pulled away while he unbuttoned his top, throwing his dress shirt, jacket and tie to the side. You titled your head noticing all of the men in the room except for Mikey, Sanzu and Takeomi had their cock out in their hand, you noticed Kokonoi gently stroking his fully hardened cock.

You saw Rindou’s throbbing cock, it was big and girthy, probably 8 inches and it was so damn pretty.

You gulped as you observed the pretty and veiny cock twitch. He placed his tip right at your entrance, sliding it in your pussy with ease.

“O-oh, mmm, it’s so big. No way I can take it.” You whimper underneath him.

“Come on, you’re half way there. Keep taking daddy’s cock.” His voice was so sexy and masculine as it was raspy, you winced underneath him whining in pain as you could hardly take all of it. He finally was able to maneuver around you and get his whole almost 8 inch cock inside of you.

“It’s stretching me out, n-no hurts too much! No more Rindou-“ you cry out.

“Sh sh sh… there there, it’s okay. You’re doing so good baby, let my cock stretch this pussy out. Lemme fill you.”

He began thrusting immediately, barely giving you enough time to adjust. He roughly pounded into your pussy, not with the same loving rhythm Takeomi gave you.

You let out a loud series of moans “yes daddy, please fuck my pussy! I love being a play thing.” You moaned as you looked down to watch as his cock was pleasuring himself in your tight and wet hole.

Happily taking the older man balls deep in your wet and dripping cunt.

“I love you daddy. I won’t leave Bonten, I’m your whore!” You plea, this was resulting in some whistles of the crowd of men watching you.

“Atta girl!” Kakucho clapped and Sanzu snickered.

“We finally got it out of her.”

“It’s so sweet, knowing you love me. I love you too my angel, but you’re getting punishment for giving such an empty threat.” Rindou barked at you, his soft lavender hair had beads of sweat forming in his hair line.

“Open up and say ‘ahh’” He ordered you and you looked up confused.

“You take this, bitch. Is that understood? Open up your mouth.” He commanded, not asking, telling you.

You felt like prey to a predator to Rindou Haitani and his sadistic nature. Though he could be gentle, when you had your heart open to being less of a brat and being a sweet submissive girl. Though, you did enjoy being impish.

You hesitantly opened up your mouth, pursing your pink lips from the lipstick prior that was now smudging.

A hum left the man’s lips as he leaned in close to your position on the table.

“Ahh!” You let out as Rindou leaned in and spit in your mouth.

You gave him a surprised expression feeling his hot saliva inside your mouth. You swallowed it, of course. It was warm.

“Good girl, taking punishments so well. Little slutty girl.”

You moaned, your lewd noises filling the room as you enjoyed being used like a fuck doll. You felt a strong pleasure building up within your walls, your pussy instinctively tightening around his length.

Rindou’s hand which was much larger than your own reached down to your clit and began to rub fast circles around your sensitive nub; driving you over the edge.

“Daddy, ‘m gonna cum. S’too good!” You desperately moan, feeling like a greedy pleasure slut. Focusing on your pleasure only.

“Greedy girl.” He rolled his eyes playfully his breath growing heavy.

“Cum for me, daddy’s going to cum.”

Rindou thrusted deeply into your pussy and roughly, he threw his head back in pleasure groaning as you felt his cock throb and twitch inside your cunt.

You began to cum around his cock from the helpful stimulation to your clit, moaning and loudly calling out “daddy I’m cumming!” Feeling all of the pleasure inside your pussy and on your clit taking over you.

His hot cum filled up your insides with a groan, going right into your womb.

“Good girl, just like that. Your pussy feels so incredible.” He moaned as he orgasmed inside of your hole, using you like a fuck doll.

He came down from his high, he gave you a head pat as he pulled out.

“Who’s next, gentlemen?” Kaku asked glancing around the room of the members of the syndicate. “God, her pussy is dripping in cum, look at her. So pretty aren’t you, sunshine?” He asked you in amusement.

You giggled, “t-thank you Kaku.”

“You go ahead, man. I’ll go after you.” Sanzu smirked, a dark and sadistic expression on his face.

Takeomi was still just watching, he was a bit older and didn’t have as much stamina as the younger guys. No round two for him.

“Fuck, I need her mouth.” Ran hissed with his cock in his hand. He already had his slacks taken off and removed, same with the rest of his fancy suit.

“I bet your sperm are too weak to get her pregnant” Rindou laughed.

“Funny fucking joke, bro. If mine are weak… your sperm are too, maybe even weaker.”

”No, I’m stronger. You’re just tall and lanky, so I bet they are as weak as you.” Rindou fired back, making Takeomi burst into laughter.

“Stop arguing, you are ruining the mood.” You heard Manjiro order them, silence following.

“I decide which executive goes next. Kaku, go ahead. Ran, use her mouth if you want. Then Sanzu, Ran and Koko. I’ll be the grand finale.” Mikey ordered.

With Sanzu, you could never exactly be prepared for what he would do to you. Haruchiyo Sanzu was heavily into BDSM, specifically being sadistic and explored the kinky elements of sex. Like D/S and anything taboo, really.

That soft rosy-pink hair which was in a mullet and his deep blue eyes were filled mystery. He had a number of piercings, did drugs and was not someone anyone would want to fuck with. You watched his frame as you were hazily sitting on the surprisingly comfortable table. A few ear lobe piercings, helix piercings, and multiple on his ear. He was currently sitting on the leather couch, he still had his blue and purple formal suit on. Though you noticed the massive erection on he had.

“Gotcha.” You heard Kakucho reply to the boss of the organization.

He tends to come off as cold and closed off due to his past, though you and him shared a very loving relationship. He was protective over you, you didn’t have to worry your pretty little head with him around.

He leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead, you gently raised your hand to caress his face. Staring into his eyes, observing the scar he had from the back of his skull to the side of his face.

“Are going to impregnate my pussy, Kaku?” You asked with a sexy manner.

“I’d love to, turns me on even more knowing you’re off the pill. All ready for cum huh? C’mere.” He pulled you in, sucking on the skin on your breasts resulting in some soft mewls from your pursed lips.

It felt good and made your pussy feel even more soaked. You were dripping with seed and your wetness pooled down on the table.

“It’s a bit unfair to make me wait, isn’t it baby?” He was very keen on having his way with you and was possessive.

“I’m sorry. You can take me now, I’m all yours daddy.” You purred.

The taller male’s earring dangled as he leaned down, pressing kisses down your chest. Forming some purple marks on your breasts from sucking on your sensitive nipples. “Ready to make a baby with me?” He gave you playful look. He had on his black coat, matching baggy pants and sandals but now removed them all. His body was so sexy.

Kaku’s dark blue hair glimmered under the lighting, you nodded and smiled brightly. Showing off your gorgeous white teeth and flaunting your naked body.

“Come on the couch with me so you can ride my cock, like a good girl. Can you do that (Name)?” Kaku asked and you nodded your head, submitting to him by letting him pick you up off the table bridal style as he walked over to the plush couch, Koko was on the other end of.

He placed you on your feet on the floor as he laid back on the couch. He leaned against the comfy couch, fully naked and his cock hard on full display. His cock was around 6 and a half inches but had great girth and always felt wonderful. What he didn't have in length always made up with his skills.

You got on top on his lap, positioning yourself above his cock, hovering over it as he helped guide you down. His cock entered your pussy as you eased onto his length, his cock was very girthy and thick, it really stretched out your cunt.

“Mm feels good, I missed your cock Kaku.” You giggled as you were so intoxicated as you adjusted to his length, you were about to start bouncing on him.

Ran during this time got up from the other couch, once he removed his suit and boxers. He got on the empty spot beside you on the couch and was leaning against it. You glanced beside you and admired his lean, bare form.

Kaku held down on your waist “don’t be a greedy pleasure slut now, let’s take our time.” His voice hissed in a deep mono tone. He slowly guided your hips as you had to hold back on getting the rough fucking you craved so badly.

“That’s it. Just like that, dirty girl.” He groaned as your pussy gripped his dick.

You began slowly grinding on his cock, bouncing slowly on him while your breasts bounced, your (cup size) filled up Kaku’s hand as he fondled and groped them. “Such pretty tits for a pretty girl.”

“Ahh fuck, I need your cum!” You begged with a slutty tone.

You took a hold of Ran’s throbbing cock in your left hand, Kaku’s hands holding you steady on his lap. You began to stroke Ran’s cock gently, having trouble focusing on the task at hand.

Ran hissed under his breath “fuck. C’mere, need you to suck me, yeah?”

You took the handsome male’s cock in your mouth, having to move your head to the side to suck him off. Ran shoved your head further down to take more of him, you gagged as drool began to fall from your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down on his cock, giving him a sloppy blowjob. Glancing back to see Kaku grinding himself into you as you continued to multi task and ride him as best as you could, it felt so good having your pussy used and abused like this.

“She looks so fuckin’ tiny on him. Sexy size difference ain’t it?” Sanzu chuckled watching you ride the larger male’s cock. Your other hand intertwined with one of Kaku’s hands.

“Yeah, talk about tiny. No way she won’t be pregnant after this.” Takeomi chuckled, drunkenly smirking at you again.

“Color me impressed.” Kokonoi said observing you indulging yourself in pleasure as you looked at the other men.

“I love gangbangs with Bonten!” You giggled, all tipsy and loopy.

“We know ya do, you just need some encouragement.” Ran scoffed.

“Good job, baby girl. Bounce on his cock, work for that seed like the whore you are.” Sanzu encouraged you as you moaned in response.

Kaku grunted at what the other men were saying, focusing all the attention and pleasure on how good your pussy felt around him and it was going balls deep into your wet cunt. It was like love making.

“You’d look so sexy pregnant. I’d be so happy to see my lovely girl pregnant with my baby inside her belly. You’d look lovely in a sundress like that, or perhaps nothing at all.” Kaku praised, you squeezed his hand.

Ran, the short haired executive with his hair styled to the side took a hold of your hair with a strong grip. His head tilting back as he groaned in pleasure.

You swirled your tongue around the head of his cock like a lollipop, paying close attention to his tip. Your tongue glided above his slit which was leaking with pre cum, it tasted slightly salty but it was delicious.

“Such a slut, who taught her to be a pro at blowjobs? Little (Name) here has a lot of talent.” Ran praised with a small groan.

“It must’ve been me.” Sanzu gawked.

“I’ve always like teaching her, I remember I was the first one to fuck her ass. She has learned so much so why leave now, childish.” Rindou added.

Kaku took a hold of your hips, letting go of your hand and thrusting himself roughly into you, repeatedly hitting your cervix over and over again. Kaku using you as his personal fleshlight and fuck toy, being a Bonten executive was serious business and could get stressful, luckily they had their token good girl to be a sex slave for them.

The sound of his cock ravishing your soaking pussy filled the room, you felt his cock twitch and throb. This threw you into a state of feeling like you were going to heaven and back as you were approaching an orgasm.

“Agh yes right there, thank you for this! It feels so good taking it raw. I am sure if I take the morning after pill I’ll be safe but… thinking about having your baby makes me feel so happy.” You sounded like a cute little bimbo.

“Silly girl, doubt being that young, fertile and beautiful is gonna get you out of pregnancy? So many cum shots, say hello to motherhood.” Sanzu raised an eyebrow giving you a smug expression.

”F-fuck me, I’m going to cum!” You whined as you bounced yourself onto Kaku’s dick, feeling the waves of pleasure in your walls overtake you as you came. Taking your mouth off of Ran’s length temporarily.

”Aaa!” You moaned as you orgasmed “yes daddy, it feels so good” you let out a set of moans.

“That’s right, you’re a good girl for daddy? Aren’t you?” Kaku praised, forcing himself into you harder.

“Y-yes, I am.” You blushed shyly.

It made you realize how silent Mikey had been this entire time. You ignored that.

“Mmm! Does it feel good, Kaku?” You moaned out in pleasure, riding his cock like a pro.

You placed your mouth back on Ran’s cock, sucking on his length as you felt his cock twitch. Without warning, his hot cum painted the inside of your mouth. Smirking, you swallowed it.

“Fuck” Ran groaned as he fell back onto the couch.

“Course ya feel amazin', princess. This pussy is mine, I’m so happy you’re my girlfriend.” Kaku moaned, tilting his head back.

“I need you so bad, pretty please cum inside me.” You begged.

“That’s my girl. Almost there baby.” He grunted as you rode him.

You nodded your head vigorously, unable to control the pleasure and desire to make him cum.

“Do you want a son, a daughter, or perhaps both?” Kaku asked in a sultry voice.

”Whatever you give me, daddy! I just want all of you.” You whined.

“I’m gonna cum, god damn. Princess, you’re doing so well.” Kaku’s voice hissed as the blissful sound of him groaning filled your ears as you wrapped your arms around him. His cock releasing cum into your cervix.

You and him both took heavy breaths, you couldn’t take much more. You were becoming a braindead, pleasure slut. “You’re the prettiest girl.” Kaku coos, he placed a kiss on your lips.

You felt hands grabbing you once you got off his cock and stood back up, almost falling over. Sanzu was right at your side, you looked up at the taller man and clung to his side. Taking a moment to even stand straight. You really get drunk easy, or perhaps they convinced you to drink a little extra.

“Congrats, you get to deal with the devil now.” He teased as he made sure you didn’t fall, you were so dizzy from the stimulation and how drunk you were.

“Mmph” was all you could let out.

“Haru, I-I feel all weird. M-master,” you whimpered.

“My little whore, all drunk and needy. Don’t worry, master is here to take care of you.” Haruchiyo Sanzu grinned sadistically.

Despite his almost crazy and crime filled nature, he was a very sweet partner and Sanzu always did his best to look after you. He was an excellent dominant, he knew your limits and all the right ways to turn you on. He lifted you up and placed you back on the table in the middle of the couches gently.

Sanzu was still wearing his purple formal wear suit, he reached to the opposite end of the table to grab some handcuffs.

He guided your hands through the two holes of the cuffs and locked them in place with the key, then placing it back on the table. Now, let’s be clear - all of these sex toys he had were high class. The best of the best, all for you.

He used this time to take the nipple clamps off of your sensitive nipples. Then took out some black shibari ropes, he was into bondage as well. Since you were sitting up it was easy for the pink haired man to do a beautiful tie around your chest, it made your cute little tits pop out. Not to mention how sexy it made your small frame. He only took a few short minutes, totally a pro at pretty ties.

”So pretty, I love when I can mark you as mine. Now lay back, I need to get a few more orgasms out of you before you’re worth cumming in.” He smirked.

Hesitantly you leaned back, laid on the table and swiftly spreading your legs. This revealing all the cum dripping down your soft thighs, mixed with your juices.

“Such a slut. How much do you want me to pay you?” Sanzu joked and your eyes widened.

”Excuse me?!” You snapped in shock.

“I’m joking doll, you just look so good.” He reassured you, god he was quick.

Sanzu grabbed the pink wand vibrator that he had placed on the table, he turned it on to the highest fucking setting?!

It was immediately pressed on your swollen and aching clit. You moaned loudly, like a bitch in heat. All of these sensations being too much to handle.

”Master! It’s too much!” You cried, it was such a strong sensation with him holding the vibrator right on your sensitive clitoris.

Sanzu was pretty experienced with these types of things. He loved watching you squirm and beg for him to stop teasing you.

It had only been a few short minutes of Sanzu pleasuring your clit, teasing you by taking the vibrator off your clit for a moment making you whine and beg to say 'master, please put it back on' over and over.

“D-don’t tease me, Haru! I need it. Please, master please.” You begged.

He placed the vibrator back, right up against your clit as you began to cum. Your orgasms making you overstimulated by this point.

"Please let me cum?" you asked with good manners and he nodded his head.

"You may, cum for me. My slut."

”Master, I’m cumming!” You cried as you moaned like a slut, those sexy and high pitched noises escaping your mouth giving the men who hadn't came in you yet in the room massive boners.

Sanzu hummed, not stopping the vibrator.

“F-fuck no!” You moaned.

Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, luckily Sanzu kept you steady as he forced the vibrator on your clit. It had been less than 30 seconds, you already started to cum again. Letting more little whimpers out beneath him as you let your high rush over your body.

“Please no more, master! I can’t take it.” You almost began to cry, as he finally took it off of you.

He gave you a moment to catch your breath before placing the vibrator back on your pretty little pussy, keeping it on the highest setting as he watched you squirm and shake.

"N-no more! Agh!" your mewls growing louder and louder.

"Are you going to cum again? For a third time already?!" Sanzu taunted you as you couldn't control your orgasm, you began to moan loudly.

"Master, my clit is so sensitive. Please, just fuck me!" you begged.

“Good girl.” He praised as he let you have a moment to rest. Now he finally unbuckled his belt and pull down his pants, boxers and he almost tore off his shirt throwing it to the ground. “You’ve already got me twitching in my pants, so let’s knock you up. You don’t mind letting master use your pretty pussy, right slave?” He asked.

“Please do, that’s what my pussy is for. It’s meant for master to use my young and fertile hole to get yourself off in.” You flashed him a dirty smirk.

You felt Sanzu slap your pussy, you yelped from how the pain felt on your sensitive slit.

“Dirty girl, huh.” He muttered as he slid his huge cock inside your cunt, it was a little over 8 inches. It was huge and thick. He eased himself into your entrance.

“Fuck.” Sanzu groaned as he started thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace. He leaned in between your legs to wrap his hand around your throat, giving it a slight squeeze.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as your cunt creamed white juices all over his cock. Sanzu thought you looked so beautiful and pretty like this, he cherished this. You knew you were safe with him. He got you into a position with your legs up, giving the man complete access to fuck you deeply. His balls slapping against your skin as the sound of him fucking you filled your ears.

You tried to let out muffled mewls through him choking you, soon he let go. It put you into a euphoric state where you felt like falling into an eternal state of pleasure, wanting to pass out. You looked down as you noticed the bulge from Haruchiyo’s cock in your tummy.

“Awh fuck, I’m really fucking you that hard you can see a bulge. You’re so tight and small, you can hardly take my cock, babygirl.” Sanzu groaned watching his cock going in and out of your pussy.

“It feels really good, you’re so big master. Mm yeah!” You moaned, your face as red as a cherry.

Sanzu sneakily grabbed the vibrator again as he placed it back on your clit without you noticing. Until you felt it, he loved to torture you and push you to your limits.

“Ohmygod, I can hardly take it!” You squeal out as your body twitched, your legs wanting to close but they were on his shoulders as he was railing into you.

His thrusts were growing sloppy and hard. “I’m going to cum, fuck, my good little girl.” He grunted as you felt his throbbing cock inside you, twitch and release his seed into you.

“Take my seed, just like that.” Sanzu moaned while he slammed himself into your cervix, it was so rough and brutal.

You began to cum again too, Sanzu could tell by the way you were gripping and pulsing around him. “M-master fuck!” You moaned.

Once again, coming down from your high as he removed the vibrator off of you, then pulling out. He grabbed a tissue from the coffee table a few feet away and got himself cleaned up, before the man got his pants back on then sat down on the couch letting the next man use you.

You had a hard time keeping your eyes open at this point, becoming drunk on cock and alcohol.

Ran came up in between your legs as he was going in for round two, this time in your pussy.

”Ran, baby. Take me.” You whimpered and he slid his cock into your entrance with ease.

"Stay the fuck awake. Never forget you belong to us" he ordered as he pinched your nipple leaning down, hovering above you.

"M-mhm."

Thrusting himself in and out of you, at a decent pace. He wasn’t being too rough considering he knew how tired you must be. He grunted as he drilled your princess cunt.

”Fuck, so tight as always. My girl has the prettiest pussy.” Ran mumbled as he pounded your pussy, his hand reached out to hold yours, you happily took it while still in hand cuffs.

"Take me!" You press on.

Koko watched as he got ready to take you next. Mikey still staring at you, though he was horny he was still bothered. He considered this more of a need to get you pregnant in order for you to stay with him, like a punishment. He just decided to let his executives and some fun with you.

You held Ran’s hand as he got closer and closer to another orgasm. He groaned as he warmed you he was about to cum, “I’m going to cum now, baby. Want to get bred by me?” he asked.

You meekly moaned in response as his hot liquids were dumped inside of you. "Yes, yes! Feels incredible Ran, I love your cock so much."

This is when your mind went entirely blank, the semi-scary feelings of overstimulation flooded your body. Your vision went all dizzy, you couldn’t even form proper sentences. So much overstimulation.

As Ran finished up for the night, took his seat back down and chugged some water, Koko was undressed and ready for you.

He approached the table and spoke to you in a loving voice. “Get on your hands and knees for me please, baby. Doggy style.” Koko got the handcuff key from the other end of the table and unlocked it. You were free now.

You heard his command and got on your hands and knees, turning around. Your face was to Mikey, glancing up at him with a lewd expression. Your eyes telling him you needed him.

Your pussy was dripping with cum and facing to the men on the couches. Bonten’s personal cum dump was you.

The table wasn’t very high up so it was easy for Koko to get on top of, luckily it was sturdy due to how good the quality was.

He got in between your legs and held your hips as he placed his 7 inch cock into your pussy. It was veiny and you could feel how much he stretched you as he entered your cunt, sliding in gently.

“Does it feel good taking so much cum and being used as a cum slut?” Koko asked in a low toned, provoking voice that made you whine.

“Mhm! Feels so, so good!” You mewl in pleasure.

“Koko’s cock feels to good fucking my little pussy.” You let out a sexy giggle making the man moan a little.

“You’ve had me fucking aching for this cunt all night. Daddy’s going to impregnate you and make you his, just like the little slut you are.” He muttered, focusing on how good your pussy felt.

Koko could feel the warmth of your pussy walls, how tightly you wrapped around him and were begging for his cum. Your wetness welcoming his cock into your hole.

He slapped your ass, making you moan again while tightening around his cock. He was a bit more girthy than the other members, this meant it felt incredible and did wonders.

You began to drool and you could hardly hold yourself up, or think straight for that matter.

The sight of Koko fucking you doggystyle on the table was hot, the rest of the executives took amusement in how pretty you looked being fucked and bred.

“I love when you breed me like this, it feels so good taking it raw. I love when Bonten gives me creampies!” You yell out with ecstasy.

”Good girl. I’m going to cum, are you ready for it?” Koko asked as he thrusted deep inside your pretty cunt ravishing it.

”Yes daddy, please cum inside me!”

You moaned as he let out a few groans as he began to reach his orgasm, his cock twitching as it came inside you with a final thrust.

”I’m so proud of you, good girl. You did a good job.” He caressed your ass as you turned around and laid flat on the table. He stood up and began getting dressed again, with his burgundy and gold jacket on his torso.

“Ahh M-manji-“ you cried, your legs were shaking as you laid against the cool table on your back looking up at the ceiling. Tears began to flow down your eyes, ruining your makeup as you sniffled.

You started to let out soft cries, the overstimulation making you cry and have tears trickling down your dolled and dark eyes. Throwing grabby hands wanting to be held, Kokonoi came up over to you, worried and wanting to comfort you. He held your hand and rubbed it gently.

“Boss, isn’t this enough?” Rindou asked, feeling a little concerned yet amused with the sight of you.

“No, I know what’s good for her. Besides, if it’s what we must do to keep her with me and keep her happy in the long run. It has to be done.” Manjiro was holding his gun in his hand, nothing violent, merely looking at it and twirling it around.

“Koko-“ you whined as he caressed your cheek and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Sweetie, you’re doing so good. You’re almost done.”

“Mikey- cock. Gotta have it, mmph! One more time.” You declared, what a determined girl you are.

Manjiro stood up from his secluded chair and walked over to you, leaving the gun on the coffee table. There was a dent in his pants and a lustful expression on his face.

“Babygirl, why so bratty? I hate when you make me do this (nickname.)” he called out with a nonchalant tone.

No reply. He was right, you went too far by saying you were going to leave.

“We would have a cute baby, don’t you think? This is the best future.” Mikey said as he looked down at you and your tired body.

Your cute little pussy was leaking with seed from all of the Bonten executives. Your labia was glossy with cum, dripping down onto the table.

“You know I’ve always wanted a family and a husband someday.” You fumbled out your words as best as you could in this incoherent state.

“We can do that, let’s make a baby yeah? I can give you a pretty diamond ring, all you’ve wanted and more.” Manjiro’s voice purred in your ear as he watched your body twitch.

“I won’t leave, I need you Mikey” you whimpered out with heavy breaths, followed by some relief in the room.

Mikey doubtfully raised an eyebrow “say it again” he commanded.

“I won’t leave, I’ll stay with Bonten. I need your big cock in my pussy." Your voice was frail, you needed Mikey’s seed more than anything.

You loved Mikey so much. He always gave you love, such a threat hurt him so much. After all he had been through, you were his world. He gave you the best sex, presents, food, a home, everything you needed to live safely and happily. He was like your best friend but more. Mikey loved you too.

Of course, a regular Bonten gangbang wasn’t complete until Mikey gave you his cum too. You never thought you were the kind of girl who would be interested in pleasing multiple men at once and being used as a personal fleshlight, you couldn’t resist the men. So you ended up dating a few of them, which again you’ve always considered yourself monogamous. You became their little toy and personal property.

The scent of sex and arousal filled the room, the sweet smell of cum and your wetness filled your nose, it was dirty and hot. Mikey gently hugged you, he rubbed your sensitive and perky tits; relieving them from the clamping sensation on them prior from those nipple clamps.

He took this opportunity to undo this belt and removing his pants and black dress shirt. He took his black boxers off which hugged his body well, making him look even more sexy. His obsidian eyes looked deeply into your bright and loving (color) eyes.

“Let’s give you a baby.” Was all he said before teasing your slit with his cock, making you whine and beg. His tip grinding against your overstimulated clit, you were squirming and letting out a lewd mewl as he humped against you.

“D-daddy!” You cried, your cheeks as pink as bubblegum, your eyes watery and your mind broken.

“Shit,” Mikey hissed as he placed his cock at your tight hole, easing himself into your princess cunt. He grabbed his belt and roughly hit your inner thigh with it, making you whimper.

"Be a good girl for me, learn from this."

You let out a high pitched moan, tightly gripping yourself around his girth. He filled you up all the way, his tip kissed your cervix. “Are you even worth fucking after threatening to leave me baby?” His hand roughly slapped your cheek, it turned red instantly.

"No more slapping, please." you begged as you squeezed around him again, it turned you on being hit.

Your eyes winded at how cold he was being, your words really were like a sword to the chest for him. Especially after all that Mikey had gone through, he couldn’t lose you. In his mind, the only way to fix this situation was to get you pregnant.

Was it moral to force a baby in you? No. Did he give a fuck? Yeah, no to that too.

“Never gon’ leave you, Mikey!” You whimper. “Fuck I can’t take much more!”

You felt his this thumb press down on your sensitive nub and rub gentle circles on your clit, with each trust going faster and with more aggression. Throwing you over the edge as you felt another orgasm approaching.

“I love you Mikey! I love you. I’m sorry, ‘m never gonna leave you! Gimme your seed n let’s make a baby.” You became a moaning slutty mess, all you could think about was how badly you needed his cum.

Mikey grabbed on to your tiny waist, admiring how beautiful and sexy your body looked. “So damn beautiful, doll face. You make me happy.” He praised in admiration.

His cock pushed in and out of your soaked pussy, the sound of sex filled the air. Your pretty pussy was so wet just for him. This is what you waited for.

“You’re going to make me cum.” He murmurs as he let out a few small groans and sounds of pleasure.

There were many sides of Mikey you weren’t fully aware of. He could be happy go lucky, or completely ice cold and dark. As for now, he was focused on impregnating you and forgetting about the love making.

“Such a young filthy girl. You really love having all these older men fuck and abuse you. But don’t forget your place with me, whore.” He called, teasing you with a sadistic grin.

“Mhm, all I am is a fucktoy for you.” Your pussy was creaming all over his veiny and large cock.

“Agh, fuck yes daddy! Please come closer, hold me while you cum! Pretty please.” You begged, giving needy grabs with your hands. You wanted him to hold you.

“Good girl. So proud of you. Don’t act up like that again?” You hummed in response, nodding your head eagerly.

"Uh huh!" you groaned, spreading your legs further for Mikey.

With that he swiftly leaned in, pressing his toned and semi-muscular chest against yours. Your breasts bounced under him, the collision of his body heat warmed your body. He leaned in to give you a peck on the lips, the comfort of you being close made him feel slightly at ease. You pressed kisses all over his neck, sucking on it slightly.

You heard him let out a low toned moan in your ear, it made you twitch and tremble under him.

Thrust after thrust, his cock slammed into your cervix. It felt good too, being a little fuck doll.

“I’m going to cum, fuck. Stay just like this, bitch.” He grunted.

You held your legs up, giving him full access to roughly drilling your tight hole. It felt so good to connect bodies with him.

“Daddy! I love your cock. 'M gonna cum!” Your high was rapidly approaching.

You felt Mikey’s cock twitch inside your pussy as he began to cum inside of you. All of Manjiro's white and steamy hot liquids filling up your womb. This is when you began to cum, the sensation on your clit was overwhelming as you bucked your hips.

“Mm fuck yeah, baby girl you feel so damn good. Such a good girl for daddy, aren’t ya?”

Letting a few high pitched lewd whimpers from your mouth as your came down from your final high.

With a final slow thrust Mikey gently pulled out. He watched in satisfaction as he watched all of the semen pool out of your tight hole, letting out a sigh. Finally, the exhaustion really hit you. After taking multiple men. Some tears flowed down your eyes more now, feelings of overstimulation hit you yet again. You sobbed as Mikey lifted you up and held you in his arms.

“Let it out, you did so well. It’s over now.” Mikey softly spoke. He wanted to comfort you and say it was all okay, but he was still upset.

—

“I guess the boys did pretty good tonight, yeah?” Takeomi asked with a chuckle.

“Why you always talkin' like that?” Sanzu snorted.

“Shutup.” The older male hissed.

You felt dizzy, thirsty and tired. Luckily, the guys always took good care of you after.

Mikey rubbed circles on your back as you were sitting up on the table, he was standing on the floor but in between your legs holding you.

“You guys know… I’m not going to leave right.” You quietly spoke up as your tears stopped, it felt so intimate and special getting the aftercare from the invisible Mikey that you needed.

“I know. I know now...” Mikey mumbled in your ear, not fully understanding what he meant.

“I’m so tired, p-please.” You now looked like a hot mess, still a cute one at that.

Mikey pulled his boxers back on, followed by his pants, belt and top. Then coming back to tend to you. Taking the shibari ropes off of you, helping you feel safe again.

“Let’s get you a nice bubble bath, we will take that makeup off, get you something to eat and drink then into bed. Your new satin PJ’s Koko ordered came today. You did well, we are done now.” Mikey tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

Simply nodding your head in response as you gave a soft smile. The fact you might just get pregnant from tonight did not sink in, you could always go take Plan B in the morning right? Yeah, that was a good plan.

The night followed with a relaxing bubble bath with Mikey, it was relatively silent. He did have a soft spot for you, despite feeling uneasy about you leaving him. He needed to be strict and force pregnancy upon you if the matter called for it, which it did. While in the large and luxurious bathtub you had a candle lit, it was the scent of fresh linen. After, you ended up eating some udon noodles Sanzu retrieved for you along with plenty of water before falling fast asleep in your bed beside Koko. They always did an excellent job with aftercare, however after hearing you were thinking about leaving everyone was a little on edge.

Mikey went to his own bedroom at his place for the night, a lot of his thoughts were conflicting him. His mental state hasn’t been entirely stable from various things, you felt like the only good thing in his life and you mentioned leaving. He took the night to be in solitude. He didn’t really fear the consequences of his actions. He couldn't lose you.

The following morning you had gotten the morning after pill. Everything seemed normal, at least for now.

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summ. wine nights and free will? a recipe for disaster— such as matching your ex on a corny dating app and having him in your bed within that same hour. . .

cw. eventual smut. 18+. fem!reader. alcohol/substance consumption. ex boyfriend!gojo. mild toxicity. breakup & makeup. girlhood ft jjk girlies. unreliable narrator sorta. sukuna slander. mild impact play. mild asphyxiation. oral (f). fíngering. backshōts. reader is a little questionable. self sabotaging my beloved. lowkey angsty. @/3aem on tumblr for art creds. most of these stories are real shit i’ve heard/experienced LOL. can you tell i’ve never used tinder a day in my life? 16.4k words. . oops.

rena’s note. @yung-notorious and her filthy mind. . .

“you like it when i fuck you like this? yeah you do.”

god, you do.

you can’t bring yourself to remember why you’d ever let go of dick this good. the kind that had you taking the rubber off and considering finishing inside. the kind that had you babbling apologies for having done absolutely nothing wrong. the kind that made you begin to believe his careless whispers, empty promises to work things out.

his fingers dig in the column of your throat, the weight of his hand wrapped tightly at your neck. he’s everywhere at once, but simultaneously no where to be found. while you can feel his tip prodding at your most sensitive spot, you don’t feel the overwhelming force of love he once bore with open arms for you.

“nahhh. . . don’t start running now.” you didn’t realize you were. the sheets are crumpled in your tight hold, while your other hand lightly pushes at his lower abdomen. naturally, he pins your wrist at your spine to maintain his ruthless pace, and with another gentle yet cruelly empty promise, “not when i’ve just gotten you back.”

how the fuck did you get yourself in this mess?

friday nights were meant to decompose after a long week. a cute tradition you followed— sipping on moscato wine and munching on takeout with your homegirls while the lamest horror movie played as background noise. the skincare bit happened every third friday of the month, which fell on this particular night, thin layers of korean products lathering at your skins while fluffy headbands sat atop your hairlines, keeping stray hairs away.

it was an easy way of recapping all of your week’s worth of bullshit and listing each girl’s new lineup of men of the season.

girlhood.

“i’m cool off men for a whileee,” you sigh, placing your third wine glass on the coffee table. you tuck your legs back onto the couch, propping your head into your palm. you watch as shoko, who’s seated on the floor, grabs your glass and fills it with another unsolicited round. you narrow your eyes at her, “after the shit kuna pulled— girl, slow down!”

“don’t watch me,” shoko chews at her unlit blunt tucked in her teeth, lifting an arm above her head to pass you your refill. despite the slight spin of the room, you accept the cup against better judgment, “keep talking. what the fuck did he do now?”

“you mean what didn’t he do,” seated in the pink bean bag rested on the floor, utahime quips. in between her teeth sits a wooden stick, drizzled in the honey-like wax residue she smeared over her shin. “i woulda left his ass the second i found out he— FUCK— lived with his mama at his big age.”

as utahime soothes her smoothened skin, yuki leans over the coffee table to grab at the blunt passed over to her. “y/n baby, you know i love you,” she starts off, taking a deep inhale before ghosting the smoke. you can tell she’s about the cook the shit out of you, “but come on— he lives in his parents’ basement. was that not a red flag in itself? is that seriously the kind of man you see yourself marrying.”

“nevermind the fact he’s pushing thirty and still unemployed,” shoko throws in her two cents, takeout back in her lap as she breaks open a new set of chopsticks, “he’s one more ‘tap in’ away from getting caught by the feds.”

“how much y’all wanna bet he’s at the club right now as we speak?” it’s a rhetorical question, but utahime pauses her waxing to check. with sticky fingers, she taps away at her phone, and with a knowing smile she yelps, tilting her screen towards you three, “aha!— and there goes the infamous money spread.”

“cornballllll.” shoko cringes.

you’re filled with dread and shame at the sight presented. god— every single chance you gave this man, he spun around and somehow does worse. it’s not like the two of you were together— never officially, but the sole fact that you’ve let this man treat you as if you were his girl haunts you. you’ve let countless of bullshit slide all because his stroke game came second within all the men you’ve dealt with.

the only thing you’ll give him besides a being a good lay is that you’ve never had issues concerning other women. he’s a very transparent guy— you’ve yet to receive a “hey girlie. . .” text from anybody. though, it isn’t like either of you have ever dropped any hard launches. it was mostly content that only close friends could catch onto— the interior design of his car, your latest set of nails, subtle shots of his tattoos, your purses and jewelry. nothing evident but pretty obvious to those who know.

if sukuna was still cool with him, however. . . yeah, he’d definitely know, considering the fact he purchased most of the purses you own. that’s excluding the fact your favorite necklace, the one with your name engraved, the one you always wear, was also bought by him.

“move,” you push utahime’s hand away from your peripheral, slumping further into the couch. embarrassment floods you yet again, and you drown it away with more wine. much to your chagrin, they spare no mercy as they giggle at your pout, “not too much on me— shoko, you’re literally the one who put me on!”

“don’t do that,” she rolls her eyes, picking at the orange chicken on her platter. you have half a mind at chucking your drink at her. “all i told you was to fuck him. nobody said anything about keeping him around.”

“instructions: unclear,” utahime giggles, smearing another coat of wax mixture onto her calves. “she’s now a year deep into a situationship with a man who files for disability checks to blow on parlays.”

you spring up in your seat, your wine nearly spilling on shoko in your excitement, “shit, i never told you guys!”

“told us what?” yuki kills the blunt in the ash tray, and stretches an arm to grab at her food. she knocks over a few emptied bottles as they roll on the carpet, and winces when one of them knock at shoko’s knee, “my fault girl.”

shoko clicks her tongue, but you loop your arms around her neck as you proceed, “before you bitches attacked me for literally just being a girl,” you decide ignore the way they all groan, “i was trying to tell you all why i finally ended shit with him.”

“well don’t hold back now!” utahime eggs on.

“guess what i found out,” you set the empty wine glass back onto the table. you’re most likely gonna need your hands in this specific conversation, “he bet thirty thousand dollars on the super bowl game— and lost.”

the room falls quiet. utahime pauses in her ripping, yuki drops her noodles from her chopsticks and shoko nearly chokes on her wine. amidst it all, three pairs of eyes slowly crawl to meet your gaze, in complete disbelief at what you’d told them.

“are you deadass?” shoko speaks first, her facial expression almost incredulous. her eyes are teary from her food slipping through the wrong tube. “you’re playing, right? right?”

“she has to be. . . this is a new level of low even for him.” yuki shakes her head, most likely in attempts to give him the benefit of the doubt. you don’t blame her— no sane person would drop thirty grand on a fucking betting app of all things— and on top of that, lose.

“i wish i was?!” you groan, still upset, “the worst part is that he told me that money was supposed to be deposit money for a condo he’d been,” you raise your fingers in air quotes, “looking into.”

“you know what though? this doesn’t actually surprise me,” utahime laughs, as if she hadn’t been in a daze for a solid minute. she rips at the strip, and winces, “didn’t i just say he was getting checks to place on parlays? frank gallagher looking ass.”

“but thirty thousand?” yuki emphasizes, blinking rapidly in her disbelief, “what the fuck would possess somebody to bet thirty grand on anything?”

“grown ass man, by the way.” shoko mumbles mindlessly, before chowing down some more food. you can’t find it in yourself to disagree.

utahime nods, blowing a puff of air, “on god, bro. don’t he got mortgages to pay off or some shit?”

yuki shoots her a deadpanned look, “girl, with what house.”

and that had been your final straw with him. not the fact he lived in his mother’s basement despite clearly having money to rent out a place, or the fact he was still flexing bands he allegedly has on the gram— but blowing all your money on a fucking football game. and losing. you do respect yourself, as much as these girls believe you don’t. a man with no ambitions and no money? you need to run and far.

“i’ll miss his dick though.” you pout, the alcohol already coursing through your body. being wine drunk always made you horny, that was a known fact, and letting go of one of your greatest eaters was not on your bingo card. naturally, the girls roll their eyes at your antics, “boo me all you want— he horsed me the fuck around in bed.”

“you used to say the same shit about gojo,” utahime points out, rising to her feet as she grabs the used strips in her hold, before circling around the couch, “and look how that ended up.”

technically. . . she wasn’t exactly wrong but that still stung a bit. “hime, seriously?” shoko rolls her eyes, and you feel her hand rubbing at your foot soothingly. her motions are a little stiff but you appreciate the sentiment, “we get you don’t fuck with him but he was still her man. and basically my friend, kinda.”

you hear her wince in the kitchen, followed by footsteps, “right. . . sorry girlie.” she runs back to you after throwing the waste away, and kisses at your temple. she doesn’t comment on the pout on your lips. “i didn’t mean it. . . okay maybe i did, but i’m still sorry!”

your history with gojo was complicated. you’d met him through shoko in your third year of college, at a kickback party hosted by his people. it’d been an invite only thing, but shoko had brought you along as a plus one, and you both instantly connected. as far as you were concerned, it was technically supposed to be a sneaky link vibe, but you soon learned gojo was anything but sneaky. in fact, he was so vocal in him wanting you, that he actually did end up getting you a couple months later.

he’s a year older than you, therefore he’d graduated a year ahead. the separation in itself was something you hadn’t looked forward to at all, but he had found himself a condo downtown, not too far from your residency, therefore seeing each other hadn’t been an issue. he always made it clear he wanted to see you— even after gruelling nine to five shifts in the office. his words matched his actions, driving you up to his place since yours had a stupid curfew policy for visitors.

(you’ve kept him in your dorm numerous times.) (your closet has suffered enough with his lanky ass.)

the first year worked out for the better. he was still welcomed to the parties you invited him to, he made time in his schedule help you with your studies, planned consist dates and even took you out on trips. he was physically, mentally and emotionally present— and you genuinely believed he would be your forever man when you’d introduced him to your parents at your graduation ceremony and he seemed thrilled. they adored him— and that says a lot considering they hated all your other exes. with good reason, but still.

it’d been the honeymoon phase until it wasn’t.

you expected arguments. those are inevitable in relationships, but with every argument he grew distant. you were now both graduated students juggling between jobs, rent and a relationship. it was a lot— your schedules never seemed to align which jumbled into multiple failed dates, which further escalated into more arguments. it hadn’t always been him, you could agree you were at fault too. that post graduation depression spiralled worst than you’d anticipated— the fear of falling behind when your boyfriend had already been successful so early into his career entirely consuming.

he reassured you plenty, but you could see it in his face as he spoke to you— he was exhausted. of work. of life. of you. he had bigger fish to fry than dealing with a workaholic girlfriend with low self esteem. the bigger the promotion, the less your value. you’d seen this play out before— it was less i love you’s and more hours in the office. less dinner dates and more project plannings.

the more time you spent by yourself, the more your mind began overthinking. you had no place in his life anymore. you didn’t resent him for it— you wish nothing but the best for him. he deserves to be successful in life, and he’s already so close to it. your slacking behind is nothing more than dead weight in his rise to the top.

the breakup had been anticipated. you’d broken up with him first. he never asked you to explain why. he nodded, never uttering a word. it’d been the first time you’d seen him in weeks. you kept it simple, “we should break up.” and he kept it even simpler, a curt bounce of the head in agreement. as quick as he’d entered your apartment, he left.

and that’d honestly been it. you’d been together for four years, and broken up for a year and a half. after all this time, you still don’t resent him for it. he made the rational choice in prioritizing himself and his future, and you simply didn’t fit in it. it took you quite some time to work on yourself as well, and you’re honestly satisfied with where you are in life. the breakup clearly worked in favour for you both.

it sucks that he was genuinely the only man you ever cared about. the only man you can confidently say you loved.

“look— now you got her thinking about him!” shoko complains, chucking the nearest thing— a throw pillow, at utahime. it hits her square in the face, to which she lets out a muffled oof! “way to fucking go.”

you blink out of your thoughts. well that’s embarrassing, you got caught up in the past again. you lift yourself from the slumping position you’d unintentionally fallen into the midst of daydreaming, “shit, my bad. got flashbacks to that time he ate me off the bone after his first promotion.”

“yo, what?!” yuki hollers, falling into a fit of laughter. shoko rolls her eyes so much you’re thinking it’ll get stuck at the back of her skull and utahime physically cringed from head to toe. “so fucking unserious— here we are, worried about your ass and here you go, upset you lost your best eater.”

not exactly, though there was some truth to her words. gojo was your best eater, and nobody’s topped him since. he really did tongue fuck you that night like you were the boss who raised his pay. but it wasn’t just the sex you missed— you wholeheartedly missed him. the closest thing to a soul bond you’ve experienced, now gone.

they don’t need to know all that though.

“oh come on,” utahime groans, picking at her nails. trust her to find any reason to slander your ex. for what reason? she’s never told you other than him annoying the fuck out of her, “he could not have been that great. it can’t be anything you can’t find elsewhere— plenty of men eat pussy.”

“okay but do they enjoy eating it or is it more of a duty thing?” yuki points out, rolling her thumb on her lighter mindlessly. she watches the flame arise, casting a soft glow on the sheet stuck to her face, “because you can definitely tell the difference. one eats for foreplay, the other eats for his own pleasure.”

shoko hums in agreement, still poking at her plate, “a man versus a munch,” and with a beat of silence, she takes a deep sigh, throwing her head back, “i should call him.”

“no! no you should not,” utahime laughs, before shooting you a glance. your smile quickly falters and is switched with a look of confusion as she points a nail filer in your direction, “and you,” you cock a brow, “stop thinking about him. we’re supposed to be independent women, y’all need to stand the fuck up.”

“hime, please, you were literally just complaining to your close friends about your latest dry spell.”

“irrelevant!” she dismisses yuki, waving a hand absentmindedly. you don’t see how it’s irrelevant exactly, but you let her proceed. “we are sexy, successful and strong women. stop relying on the past and focus on the future. there are bitches that fought for their lives for the freedom we have! you could literally get dick anywhere— they actually have apps for it, if you didn’t know—”

“so tell us, o’mighty one,” shoko cuts her off, “are you suggesting we download tinder to relieve our stress?”

she remains quiet, and you can see the gears churning in her head. you’re about ninety nine percent positive shoko was fucking around, but the scrunch in your friend’s eyebrows tells you she’s seriously contemplating the idea, “. . yes actually.” she finally decides.

“hime. . .” shoko groans, but is effectively cut off when she springs up to her knees to grab at her phone.

“no, seriously, think about it!” she scrolls through her phone like a maniac, searching through the app store and typing the name in. you all watch her incredulously, her enthusiasm in the matter as if she hadn’t been preaching about feminism half a minute ago, “i’ve met some of my best lays in college through tinder. i haven’t been on this app in years though.”

you don’t see why not. you were pretty tipsy and would never have agreed to this under typical conditions, however it could be regarded as a bonding activity. you also haven’t been on tinder since before your last relationship, and the shit sukuna put you through this past year was enough to make you want to deal with literally anything else.

“i’m down.” you pull out your phone, and shoko may have gotten whiplash with how quick she snaps her head back to eye you. you shrug your shoulders, “we don’t have to take this shit seriously— god knows i’m not entertaining anybody on this app for real.”

“exactly!” utahime nods, walking up to scoot herself beside you. she nudges at shoko with her foot, who flicks at her toes to keep her away, “it’s just for shits and giggles.”

“i’m definitely not doing this shit,” yuki crawls to sit at the couch’s feet, right at shoko’s side, and grabs at the remote sitting uselessly on the table, “but i will be watching you both embarrass yourselves.”

“the only other bitch with common sense here.” shoko sprawls her legs onto yuki’s lap. she receives a slap at the back of her head by utahime, and naturally she slaps the hand right back. “can’t stand that little fucker sometimes.”

“aweee, love you too!” she blows a kiss at her to which she receives a middle finger. you snort, eyes glued on your screen as you redownload that forsaken app back into your phone.

you’d probably regret it in the morning, but that was something saturday you would have to deal with. as of right now, with white wine in your system, logic was not an option. you were learning to live more in the moment, and apparently that starts with the corniest dating app in the world.

it’s not like you’d magically stumble upon your ex on the platform. now wouldn’t that be something? ha!

there’s no fucking way.

this had to be one big, fat cosmic joke. a cruel prank, even. and if it was, then the universe had a twisted sense of humour. you still don’t believe it— were the girls in on this? this kind of shit didn’t just happen to anybody.

it took about a total of twenty minutes between logging back into your old account, updating your password and bio, and swiping left on passing profiles until you landed on it. on. . . him.

you blink slowly. your phone is shaky beneath your unstable hands, and you’re pretty sure you’ve been holding your breath in far longer than recommended for the average human. it’s quiet as fuck in the room— despite the three girls huddled over your shoulders, sticking their noses in all directions to get a clearer view of your illuminating screen— almost as if to confirm if what they were seeing was truly was they were seeing, as if this was all too fucking ironic to be true.

there’s a knot of anxiousness that simmers in the pits of your stomach. you’re pretentiously aware that even the slightest movement— one wrong click or swipe, would ultimately change everything. there was too much at risk here. “oh there’s no fucking way. . .” shoko speaks up first.

utahime leans in impossibly closer, a few centimetres away from fully emerging with your iphone as her nose scrunches, “way too sexy? fuck around and find out? god, he’s still so corny, i swear.”

your eyes trail over his biography, curiously. that “way2sexy” had been an inside joke you both shared years ago— back when drake had dropped one of gojo’s favourite albums, certified loverboy. he overplayed the shit out of that song when it came out, so much that you received multiple complaints from your RA for “public disturbance”, but he swore it worked as daily affirmations for him in the same sense crystals and tarot cards worked for spiritual girlies. you called him corny for it, but before you knew it, it’d shown up in your spotify wrapped the following year.

rapid memories of morning rays of light peeking through blinds, a groggy yet mysteriously clear “alexa, play way 2 sexy” as you fixed your sheets and lit your candles, fighting over who gets to spit toothpaste residue first, hearty laughter to fumbled lyrics, shared minty kisses paired with one “gimme one more” too many.

the ache clenching at your heart is hard to ignore.

“i would give him the benefit of the doubt in believing he hasn’t updated his account,” yuki draws out, eyes narrowing as a finger sticks out to point, “but his age matches. emoticons as a grown man. . . no shade though.”

his age did match. inside joke aside, none of it was adding up. if he already had his account set up years ago, had he willingly changed his bio to one of your most infamous gags after the breakup? if you were to swipe right right now, would it instantly match? you don’t think you want to figure it out— both possible outcomes scaring you shitless.

“should i swipe left?” you speak uncharacteristically softly, torn between the idea of tucking your tail inwards and running away from the opportunity or your typical it is what it is mentality.

“yes! obviously— mmmph?!”

“do you want to?” shoko, with a pillow stuffing an agitated utahime in the face, counters. between all the girls, she seemed to understand you the most, granted her own relationship with the man. you’re sure he had given her his own version of their breakup, how you’d opened the doors to endless opportunities for him, had given him the easy way out. you never bothered asking her, afraid of the illusion you’d created to shield yourself shattering, “only you have the answer to that.”

“i honestly don’t know,” you sigh, joints in your thumb aching from hovering over your screen for too long. swiping left meant completely abandoning any the possibility of the two of you as one. you don’t want that responsibility weighted on your shoulders again, “what if he’s moved on? the shit that’ll do to my ego if i swipe right and he passes on me?”

shoko finally grants her friend the permission of speech, freeing her off the couch decoration, though the look she gives her serves as a warning to tread lightly. with a heavy breath, utahime releases a puff, “i’d crashout, just sayin’.”

“but what if he hasn’t moved on?” yuki poses, and apparently that was all the confirmation you needed to swipe. fuck pride— pride wasn’t going to get your back blown out. pride wasn’t going to help you get the love of your life back. pride can go fuck itself.

“wait—”

utahime is cut off again, however, not by shoko but tinder itself. the notification pings loudly, resonating in depths of your ear cavity and shoots straight to your chest. you can feel your heart pounding wildly against your rib cage. it’s so silent you can hear a pin drop, and the way your gut churns gives away the end result to your spontaneity.

it’s a match.

“well. . . shit.” shoko slumps back into the couch nonchalantly, and you don’t need to see her to know she’s sporting a smirk. you do feel her knee knock into yours. fake ass idgafer.

you’re no better, biting down your bottom in order to suppress the smile itching to spread. a year later and the sole idea that he’d already came across the same mindset as you, willing to give whatever it was that needed a second shot, had you beyond delusional. god, you need help.

“look at youuu, cheesin’ and shit!” yuki pokes at your cheek and you swat her hand away, ultimately caving into the smile. fuck yeah you were geeked— it’s hard carrying a nonchalant attitude when you were an honest to god, soft hearted lovergirl. if you played your cards right, with a few lash bats and glossy lips, you’d be getting dicked down in no time.

“i’m gonna be sick.” utahime deadpans.

“and i’m getting dickkk,” you sing, jumping to your feet as you stood on the couch. you turn around, hands clutching onto the headrest, giving your ass a cute shake as it rotates in circular motions. you feel shoko’s hand tapping it encouragingly, her phone illuminating as it records while she rests her head on your moving thighs. you hear yuki cackle, pulling out her phone to film as well. you giggle, “rip that pussy!”

“ayeeee!” they complete the lyrics, and the vibes are restored yet again, girly giggles filling the room. when your legs begin to feel wobbly, you stop your twerking to plop yourself right back down, leaning your head onto shoko’s shoulder.

you hear her click her tongue as the recording of your ass graces her screen, and she groans, “gojo is one lucky bastard— he can’t handle all that.”

he most definitely can, and has. you’ll opt with shrugging in the meantime.

“with that being said,” utahime jumps in, crossing her legs, “what’s the next move here? you reaching out first?”

your lips straighten as your mind reflects. if you still know him as well as you think you do, he’s definitely going to text you first as soon as he sees the green light. sure, you were anxious for a reply, desperate to check what his temperature was— but you’d already sacrificed a grand amount of dignity just swiping right. he could do take on the role of texting first.

“nah, i’m almost a hundred percent sure he’ll—”

ping!

you all whip your heads to the source of the sound. your phone. the screen shines as it undergoes facial recognition, and exposes the messenger. from tinder. gojo. sending you a message. just as you’d expected.

you can’t help the cocky smile, eyes trailing at their perplexed faces, “—text me first.”

naturally, the girls are impressed. even you are— that timing? would it be insane to genuinely be considering gojo might honest to god be your soulmate? yuki blows a puff of air, followed by a laugh, “your pussy has to be magical cause what the fuck?”

“ladies and gentlemen,” utahime stands to her feet, fisting her hand into an imaginary microphone, and addresses her fake crowd. in the hostiest voice she can muster, she curtsies as she continues in comedic fashion, “miss pussy fairy in thee flesh.”

“put a stamp on it.” shoko shakes her head in acknowledgment, laying her own phone in her lap as she claps. yuki places two fingers in her mouth and whistles at you, to which you rise to your own feet and dramatically place a hand over your chest in faux humility.

“oh please!” you flatter yourself, tucking your hair behind your ear. you smile behind your palm, your improv classes in high school coming in clutch, “this is too much— thank you! thank you deeply.”

“girl, byeee,” utahime breaks character first, giggling as she sits back onto the abandoned bean bag. you mimic her motions, as she pops open a stray water bottle and swallows a big gulp, “open his text! i wanna see what he said!”

you’re in the same boat, thumbing at your phone to unlock it and open the app. naturally the girls hover over you yet again, just as eager to see how he finally broke the no contact phase. it took him less than three minutes to slide in your messages, as the option had finally been granted.

right as your thumb hovers the message, a hum draws out your throat, “how much y’all wanna bet it’s something corny?” you tease, something close to a hunch giving it away. seeing as your assumptions were deemed accurate just a few minutes ago, the only way he’d think of clearing the ice would be with something plausibly lame.

“open itttt!” utahime ushers you, hands clamping at your shoulders. you roll your eyes, letting her dramatics sway your body back and forth before she lets up. you let out a sigh, and open the unanswered message.

and just as you’d predicted. . .

@gsatoru: they say shooters shoot 👀

“oh brotherrrr,” the girls groan in sync, and even you can’t stop the cringe that stiffens your face. if there’s one thing that hasn’t changed, it’s the fact he still doesn’t act his age. he needs to let those college days go.

“now, what’d i tell y’all.” you tut, leaving out the part of nostalgia simmering deep and warmly in your bones at his predictability. ever the goofy he was, gojo satoru. jeez.

“i was really found myself rooting for him too,” shoko sighs, rising to her feet. she dusts at her lap then stretches her limbs lazily, “i’m gonna go pee— hime, i swear to god, don’t take my seat.” she doesn’t look back to flip her off when she hears utahime blow raspberries her way. to which, against shoko’s wishes, leaps over to snatch her seat.

both you and yuki give her a deadpanned look, but yuki voices out your thoughts, “she’s gonna get on your ass and i’m not helping you out.”

“girl, boo.” utahime rolls her eyes, “more importantly, what the fuck do you answer to that?” her nail taps at your phone screen, peering at you expectantly through lashes.

you consider your options. do you reciprocate the same energy or do you call him out on his corniness? matching his vibe would be like starting off a blank slate— a new start, new conversations, something almost superficial. like a fling you meet at the bars for one night of fuckery that you regret the next morning. but calling him out would induce in falling into familiar patterns— calling him a cornball while he attempts to sweet talk you, old conversations brought up, risking broken boundaries for the sake of reminiscing.

decisions, decisions, decisions.

“i’m thinking taking the easy way out.” you nod your head, readying your fingers as you type your response out.

you miss the exchanged glances between utahime and yuki, too busy trying to format how to come off playful but not forgetful. flirty but not desperate. come pull up on me but demurely. well you’ll be damned— in what world had you ever expected second guessing yourself for gojo?

“what’s the easy way out?” yuki asks, and you hit send. where this confidence comes from is beyond you, but any error you make you can blame on the wine (you’re hardly fazed but it’s nice to have something to pin the blame on instead of yourself) (old habits die hard).

you tilt your phone, holding it out as you watch the girls’ brows furrow, eyes scanning over the screen. when their faces contort into a look of amusement mixed with horror, a girly giggle escapes your throat.

@yourstrulyname: sukuna ryomen wsp with you?? 🙈

“you didn’t!” utahime hollers, her laughter so intense she doubled over to clutch at her stomach. yuki sways her body back and forth as she finds herself in a hysterical fit as well. “goddd, i would kill to see the look on his face right now.”

“yooo, that’s evil.” the blonde swipes at a tear. “woulda had me deactivating the whole account.”

“who’s deactivating?” shoko pops back in, not without slapping utahime upside the head. she ignores the way utahime complains in favour to swipe a nearly emptied bottle to pour.

“it’s not even that bad,” you defend yourself, flashing her your screen as she installs herself in the bean bag utahime once occupied. her eyes squint as she reads the conversation, nearly bulging out their sockets when she catches your message, “nahhh, don’t give me that!”

“if he gives you the time of day after that,” shoko swirls the wine in her glass, snorting, “he must really still be in love with you.”

“he should know i’m playing. . .” you’re not sure if you’re trying to convince the girls, him or yourself. you really were just joking around— albeit a terrible joke, but one regardless! sukuna was officially removed from the roster, a financially irresponsible man never standing a chance against you, “right?”

“don’t ask us?” utahime chimes in, uselessly, to which you roll your eyes. well shit, maybe you should double text? let him know you were just fooling around, trying to check temperatures and establish the mood. your phone pings again, and all unnecessary thoughts are thrown out the window.

@gsatoru: oh so you got jokes now?

as you’re about to let him know you’ve been had jokes, but never the goofy type, you see the bubbles pop up, a telltale that he’s got more to tell you. you let him have it, already having possibly fumbled the mission before even starting. it feels like an eternity and a half waiting on his text, the girls having huddled over you yet again, just as curious to see what he had to counter with.

@gsatoru: can’t be a joke if the guy had you outside on valentine’s day tho. stk steakhouse? really girl?

your jaw falls slack. you watch with burning eyes at your screen as your built up suspicions were ultimately confirmed. okay, so those two were still somehow connected. you didn’t like to question male friendships, the lack of loyalty not one you’d ever understand. god forbid you ever started fucking with utahime’s ex of many years.

“wait. .” said girl speaks up, drawing the word out as she processes his answer. her tongue rolls around in her mouth, face cringing as the next words follow, “i can’t lie, he kinda ate you up.”

“just sassy as fuck,” shoko laughs, and it’s one of those giggles reserved to shit she honestly finds hilarious, “really girl is crazy. all comfortably like he’s one of your homegirls.”

“now what’s wrong with stk’s?” yuki grumbles, picking at her nails with a childish pout on her lips, “everybody isn’t born with a silver spoon plugged up our asses. god, i can’t stand rich people.”

you don’t bother answering the girls, already aware he chewed with his response, that he’s as sassy as he was years ago and that he had found that particular steakhouse shabby despite it being a fucking steakhouse. these were things you already knew. your thumbs proceed before your mind can register,

@yourstrulyname: been keeping tabs on me?

“you don’t look too happy,” shoko pokes at your cheek. there’s an ache creasing in your forehead, and you relax the furrow of your brows. you’re not exactly upset, just a bit on edge with his approach— you can’t tell whether he’s on tens or not. whether he’s genuinely joking around or not.

“i’m fine.” you poke back, and she nods. she ushers the other girls to pick a new movie to play, and you clock this is her way of allowing you some privacy between exes. you shoot her a grateful look, and she offers a sly wink. you’ll make sure to update her on whatever happens as soon as it’s over.

you switch your ringer off, and open his new message.

@gsatoru: hard not to when he posts you like he has smth to prove

@yourstrulyname: who said it was me?

you knew it was you. you knew he knew it was you. but still, you wanted to hear it from him yourself, wanted to know if he really was keeping tabs on you ever since the breakup. it’d help ease your mind with unanswered questions.

@gsatoru: you mean besides the bags and jewelry i got you?

@gsatoru: your build was a dead giveaway. could recognize you blindfolded in a room full of women

you bit your lip. you could work with this text, play around with it and see if shit flips. would he fall for the bait? you’ll start off slow, create an opening and see if he decides to indulge.

@yourstrulyname: like what you saw?

he answers instantly and your heart sinks a bit.

@gsatoru: of course

@gsatoru: you’re as a beautiful as the day you left me

is that how he saw it? you assume you did leave him in a practical sense, but there was no way he hadn’t seen it coming miles away. you had both been caught up in your lives, the additional stress of romance an unwanted factor in the rise of your careers. so yeah, you’d given him the opportunity to leave. it’s not as if he fought it anyway, so did you really leave him if he’d closed the door on his merry way out?

this was starting to get personal. toeing between the line of uncharted territory and familiarity. everything you didn’t want— debriefing the logic behind the underwhelming breakup on tinder of all places was out of the fucking question.

@yourstrulyname: you still cool with sukuna?

@gsatoru: something like that

@gsatoru: he’s slimey as fuck for sliding on you tho

you figured as much. you couldn’t imagine a world where gojo wouldn’t feel some type of way at his friend going after his ex girlfriend a couple months fresh off a breakup. he probably felt the same way towards you, the difference being one owes him more loyalty than the other.

@yourstrulyname: and what does that make me?

@gsatoru: did he mean something to you?

he didn’t. you think of the importance of somebody meaning something to you— the fear of losing that person larger than life itself. the joy of waking up in that person’s arms on a rainy morning. the vulnerability in bonding souls with that person. the relief your body undergoes as it melts in that person’s embrace.

he didn’t mean shit to you.

@yourstrulyname: no

@gsatoru: then that makes you someone who made a choice

neutral and impassive. you wondered if he truly meant that. in a sense, you assume he really did mature.

@yourstrulyname: so he’s in the wrong but i’m not?

@gsatoru: who am i to assign right from wrong? you’re both adults at the end of the day

you don’t know what to answer to that. there was a lot of truth to his words— you were both consenting adults with choices made. jeez, just what had gojo gone through all these months that made him none the wiser? you’re considering leaving him on opened for a while, at least until you come up with an answer to that philosophical ass message, when he double texts you.

@gsatoru: this is so backwards lmaoo. what’s good with you? how’ve you been?

so he realized it too. thank fuck— skipping small talk and diving into the nitty gritty this late at night was not how you expected your night to go. the girls had completely forgotten your predicament, invested in the latest reality tv show flashing on your flat screen.

@yourstrulyname: been good. you?

@gsatoru: wow you’re as dry as ever

@gsatoru: life’s been blessed, could be better tho. too much to explain over text

oh? was this what you were thinking it was?

@yourstrulyname: what are you getting at, gojo?

@gsatoru: gojo? so it’s fuck me then

@gsatoru: not getting at anything. ball’s in your court, yn

so it was. you contemplate it for a second— should you invite him over tonight? the girls won’t be upset about kicking them out, and if anything they’d encourage you to call them as soon as it’s over. you suppose your doubts lie within the idea of having your ex boyfriend back into your territory. in the comfort of your home, a home he’d once already graced.

as scary as it sounded, you also desperately craved seeing him. it’d been a solid eighteen months since you’ve broken up, and thirteen since you’ve last seen him entirely. ironically, around the time you started getting involved with sukuna. you weren’t sure if it was your heart or pussy talking, but laying up in bed with this man was not something you were against.

fuck it.

@yourstrulyname: you know where i stay at

and his response comes instantly.

@gsatoru: be there in half an hour.

oh fuck.

“yo. . .” you speak up, for the first time in a few minutes. the girls turn their heads, acknowledging you, as you shut your phone close and chuck it across the sofa. “i love y’all but y’all gotta go, like now.”

shoko shakes her head, but there’s a smirk on her lips. utahime, as lost as ever, gives you a frown. yuki has most likely caught on, rising to her feet, dusting her lap, “say no more.”

the girls do you an immense favour as they excuse themselves. they pick at empty bottles and containers, throw dirty dishes in the dishwasher, rearrange the throw pillows and even light up your candles. you feel bad for kicking them out so late, so you pitch in some money for gas as well as the inconvenience.

as they cleaned out your living room and kitchen, you’d rushed to your shower for a mini cleanse. pulling out your bests, you wash over intimate parts thoroughly, lathering your limbs in scented soap, before rinsing, brushing your teeth and stepping out. you stare at your reflection through the haze of steam, the foggy mirror reminding you of the missing messages he used to leave on mornings you had to get to work.

no point in dwelling on the past when he was on his way over this moment. you swap your silk robe for the skimpiest loungewear you own— matching camisole and shorts, and let your hair cascade back down. you’re about your fifth spritz of body spray when the doorbell rings, and your stomach flutters.

you halt in your step when you notice how fast you’re going. yikes! the last thing he needs is his ego inflating, knowing you were rushing to get him inside, nevermind the fact you washed, pulled out your sexiest pyjamas and even wore a brand new pair of panties. you know. . . just for preparations. better safe than sorry.

after the third mindless lap around your kitchen, you make your way towards the door. you inhale sharply, clenching at your shaky fingers, easing your nerves. you quickly snap out of your daze, pulling the door open.

his eyes, momentarily distracted by the number engraved in the wall next to your door, glaze over your figure curiously. his hands are tucked in the pocket of his sweatpants. he lets out a breath, a sound borderlining a chuckle as it shoots straight to both heartbeats, shoulders drop from its hunch,

“hey.”

he’s thick.

no perverted shit. you’ve noticed he’s put on weight in the right places— not to say he’d been anything less than nicely built in the past, but his biceps are significantly fuller and the material of his compression tee stretched over bulging muscles in a telltale pattern.

somebody’s been at the gym one too many.

“you good with this?” he mumbles, hand running across the smooth skin of your calf. with every stroke of his palm are fleeting memories of the past, burning deep into your limb. you hate the way your stomach sinks st the thought, “me being here and shit.”

“wouldn’t have let you in if i wasn’t.” you answer honestly, back pressed into the arm of the couch. you don’t understand how fast he’d gotten comfortable with being in your personal space just like that— you don’t understand how you’d allowed him in your personal space just like that.

he nods, and the air is eerily quiet. you watch with furrowed brows as he traces shapes into your skin with his fingertip, a frenzy of emotions resembling those of turbulence all in cerulean eyes. he’s torn— you can see it in the way his nose scrunches, as if he’s debating on whether he should voice out his thoughts or not. whether it’s worth debriefing— if this is his last shot or not.

with all this time passed, he’s still so easy to read.

“what is it?” you sigh, albeit irritated. the last thing you’d planned when you got rid of your friends in favour of having your ex over was this weird ass tension roaming. crazy sentence to speak— you know, but you were really hoping it’d be less talking involved and more sexing. it wasn’t that you were against conversing with him, but the way he was choosing to go about it was just so. . . awkward .

he senses the irritation laced in your question and immediately chuckles. his laugh sounds breathless, almost dry, but he shakes his head. his free hand swipes at his nose, a tic of his you noticed years ago whenever he’s feeling bashful or caught, and clears his throat.

“how’d you and sukuna happen?” he rips off the bandaid, and asks you the last question you wanted to hear. the tracing on your leg slows down, and your arms tighten a bit around your torso.

you let out a puff of air. if gojo notices your discomfort, he doesn’t mention it. in fact, he doesn’t pull the question back at all— he stares at you intensely, as if baring into your soul, as if the answer to his question will determine whether the boulder weighted on his shoulders will free him of restraint or not.

as if he still stood a chance or not.

“not much to say,” you shrug, as dismissive as possible. he doesn’t budge, the same intensity in his gaze and you roll your eyes, “honest to god. we broke up, he was there at the right time and shit happened.”

the words simmer into the stillness of the night, and he swipes his tongue over his lips pensively, “were y’all ever official?” he pushes, and you click your tongue against your teeth, offering him a deadpanned look. seriously, as if he didn’t know his own friend— in what world was sukuna anything worthy of official?

“god, no.” you shudder, and he nods again. “you know your friend.”

“i don’t,” gojo counters, momentarily wrapping his hand around your ankle. it fits as perfectly as it did all those years ago, where thumbs at your anklet— another prized possession he’d gotten you. your face heats in embarrassment, and he flicks his eyes to glance at you, a fleeting smirk on his lips, before staring back at the jewelry, “going after my ex girlfriend is not something i expected. i don’t know him at all.”

fair enough, you think to yourself. there has to be some lingering resentment towards you for the same reason. had the tables been turned and he’d gone after one of your closest friends, you would’ve cut him off from your life completely. you were being truthful— it wasn’t anything remotely serious with sukuna, not even close to how it’d been with gojo, but you could see it as a matter of principle. you’d already taken the initiative to break up with him first, and going after his homeboy?

god, you had questionable morals.

“it’s different with you,” he feeds in, as if he could read your thoughts. it was probably written all over your face, the scrunch in your brows never letting up. his index finger slides beneath the band of your anklet, the contrast of the silver shade lining perfectly against his complexion, “‘s hard to explain, but you broke up with me so you technically owe me no loyalty— besides, i get why you ended things. never blamed you.”

now that peaks your interest. he gets why you ended things with him? he never blamed you? you clear your throat, forcing the question out, “you do?”

“of course,” he shrugs naturally, as if it hadn’t taken you eons to conclude. as if it hadn’t broke you apart when you’d realized how unneeded you were, “i honestly expected it. you deserved better than what i was giving. you must’ve been lonely— work had always taken a big part of my time, and that left you behind in the dust.”

you’re waiting for the punchline. he continues, “i can’t lie to you— i was wishing you’d resort to cheating over breaking up. that way you’d still be mine, even if it was temporarily,” he chuckles, a soft shade of pink dusting over his cheekbones, as he sniffs, “corny, i know. but you didn’t deserve putting up with my bullshit, so you left. time is of the essence, and that was the one thing i never seemed to give you. you fell out of it— out of love, so. . . i’m sorry.”

words cannot seem to leave you. you’re left utterly speechless— that had been so far from the reason, the realization sitting bitterly at the pit of your stomach. anything, literally anything, would’ve been better than hearing him lie to you again.

“that. . .” you inhale a sharp breath, steadying yourself, “is nowhere near the reason why we broke up.”

he stops in his caress. you think he got whiplash from how fast his neck snaps, eyeing you incredulously. he genuinely seems so confused, and you hate it. to think he’d show up with some lame ass excuse, so far stretched from the truth of the matter, and expected you to believe that. to believe him.

he blinks slowly, “i don’t understand.”

you try to pull your leg away from his lap, feeling like he was stripping you bare of the last bit of dignity you had left, wanting to rip you open. he presses the weight of his hand lightly, urging you to stay near while simultaneously giving you the option to pull away. the ball was in your court yet again.

“wait— help me understand,” the pad of his thumb rolls over your ankle bone gently— far too intimately. your feet curl away, protectively, and his fingers stroke at the ball of your heel, “please. what drove you away? what was it i did?”

there’s a pang in your chest. does he really plan on keeping this up? right in your face? it was one thing wishing him well despite the obvious, but dragging it out even a year later was a bit much. inviting him over was starting to seem like a terrible idea.

“i fell out of love?” you parrot, unbelieving. “gojo— i’m not the one who fell out of anything. i gave you a way out, and you happily took it,” his face contorts into a deeper state of confusion. you huff, “i’m not blaming you for it or anything, but shit, don’t get up in here with lies to cover your ass.”

“lies?” he whispers, to himself, running his free fingers through tousled white locks. he stares at your anklet hardly, like the gift has all the answers he’s looking for. you don’t think he’s avoiding eye contact, but he seems so distraught, so out of the loop, that broadway ought to sign him to a new movie deal. what an actor.

“time is of the essence and you failed to give it?” you continue regardless, throat restricting as it burns in an emotion you’re far too familiar with. suddenly, you feel like you’re twenty five again, left to your own devices and thoughts in the emptiness of his apartment, dressed in your prettiest outfit and another failed date night. “i never gave a shit about that, i knew how much of a hardworking man you were. i took it to the chest— anything to keep you from leaving. you stopped loving me, gojo.”

his jaw falls slack, mouth gaping and you blink your lashes furiously to prevent tears from appearing. god, this was so humiliating, bearing your heart raw in front of your ex boyfriend, “y/n, i never—”

“spare me,” you scoff, mortified by the rush of emotions coursing through you. you take a deep breath in, calming yourself to avoid further explosive feelings, “this isn’t me saying i was the perfect girlfriend. i know i wasn’t— you know i wasn’t, and piling a spiralling partner on top of all the shit you were dealing with wasn’t an option. that’s fine,” it was fine. it didn’t matter, “doesn’t matter anymore. i broke up with you, you didn’t fight to stay, and we both moved on. shit happens.”

it hurt a lot. the sound of the door clicking shut, followed by the crack splitting in your chest. the run towards your bathroom, emptying your contents from both your stomach and heart. you were undeniably a mess, that period of time it took for you to recover. you would never voice it out loud, but you’d been praying he’d tell you just how wrong you were. how he needed you in his life. how you weren’t a burden to him. how he loved you enough to fight through it all.

he hadn’t.

there’s a soft hum in the silence. the sound of your clock ticking near the entrance door. the pounding of your heart against your rib cage. seconds turn into minutes of quietness, and it does no good to your mind. you’re focusing your gaze on the inanimate objects in your apartment, anything to dismiss the reality of the situation. your leg feels cold as his hand pulls away suddenly.

he rolls his tongue against his cheek. another tic of his— he’s formulating his word choice, carefully. you’d seen a ton of this before, though it usually followed a deep sigh and a you’re good baby, trust me. the more you’d see it, the more anxious you became. and christ, if that anxiety wasn’t forming right back.

it takes a while for him to speak, and every passing breath had your chest tightening. he runs his hand across his face, tiredly. when he pulls it away, there’s a melancholic smile on his face, “i think there’s a lot that needs to be addressed. jesus, i always knew you sucked at communicating but this is something else.”

you glare at him. he doesn’t mind it, continuing, “no, you weren’t the perfect girlfriend. but you were my girlfriend, and that’s all that mattered to me. you wanna talk about spiralling? nothing i’m not familiar with— you’re the only reason i didn’t let myself fall into that rabbit hole. you kept me going after graduation. i worked as hard as i did to make sure you wouldn’t have to lift a finger around me. that was the end goal— you were end goal.”

gagged is what you felt. nothing else pure shock. he doesn’t stop there. he isn’t merciful anymore.

“i know i didn’t go about it the right way,” a regretful puff of air is released, “i canceled on you often. our phone calls were shorter, our texts were vaguer and at some point i’d forgotten what you tasted like. but i never loved you any less. not once, even after we argued. not to say i’ve converted into those spiritual people, but you’re the closest thing to a soulmate i’ve experienced.”

shit, you weren’t tripping. he felt it too. fuck. the weight of his words made it impossible to steer him away. you want to intercept, to call him a liar and turn a blind ear at his confession, to shield yourself but how could you when every word he spoke broke the bricks you’d built down?

“i’m not an asshole— i could feel you slipping away. i did try my damned hardest to reel you back in, as you’d done with me. clearly that hadn’t worked how i was hoping it would,” a bitter laugh, or maybe a resentful one. towards you or himself? you wouldn’t know, “it’s because i loved you so much, i let you go. i knew i was losing you, and when you finally came to me, the right thing to do was agree. why keep you from reaching your fullest potential? you weren’t happy with me, trying to fight the inevitable was cruel.”

the inevitable. letting you go was the right choice to make because fighting the inevitable was cruel. he loved you so much he had to let you go because you deserved more than what he had to offer. you call bullshit— in what right did he have to make that choice for you? what right did you have to make that choice for him?

it’s too much at once. your eyes burn with a remorseful feeling, your heart aches in agony and your mind is clouded with thoughts. there your ex boyfriend sat, wide eyes still as blue as when he’d once been yours, presenting you his heart raw in cupped hands— and you still couldn’t find it in you to believe him fully. everything yet nothing made sense. vulnerability was a scary thing, and you weren’t ready to face it.

so, you kiss him.

his breath is taken out of his chest as you lean forward, sealing his mouth shut. you can’t take any more of his merciless words, and the only way to get your mind off it is by getting on it. he feels stiff against you, pupils dilating as you mould lips with his own. your hand travels to the back of his neck, sitting on your knees as you hold him still.

and with a faint lip smack, he pulls away ever so slightly, hands hovering awkwardly over your waist, his breath warm and fanning your cupid’s bow, “wait—”

“don’t wanna talk,” you interrupt, placing another chaste kiss on his lips. he tastes as good as the day you left him. and with another soft smack, your voice lowers, reduced to a whisper, “you gonna fuck me or not?”

he blinks and you stare back at him, full of conviction. a simple yes or no question— and he could gladly see himself out if his answer didn’t satisfy you. his hands finally rest on your waist, and you take it as an invitation to straddle over his hips. he eases your movements by aiding, lifting you just barely to sit on him. his hands fit just as they did all those times ago. a sour, bittersweet feeling— fingertips caressing the nakedness of your torso beneath your camisole.

your back arches as he finds your sensitive spots with quickness. he’d always been great at that, leaving trails of goosebumps past his teasing touches.

“you’re doing it again,” he mumbles against your lips, ever the hypocrite, fingers gripping at your waist like a vice. he rolls your hips over his own, reeling in the softness of your palms cupping at his face. you ignore him when he continues, still nibbling on his bottom lip the way he loves, “you can’t— mmh, avoid this forever.”

maybe not, but you sure as hell could right now. the tip of your noses bump into one another as you tilt your head, deepening the kiss. you want to rid your mind of these plaguing thoughts, ones that made you doubt everything you thought you knew. losing control was out of the question, so naturally you needed it back into your grasp.

sex was an easy way to do that.

“yes or no, gojo.” you give him one last chance, grinding your hips down on his awakening dick. you feel his bulge through his pair of sweats, the print so evident you wondered why he was trying to fight it. the sight alone had your panties dampening in your arousal, uncomfortably sticky against your loungewear.

he hums in between kisses, a false pretend of debating his options. his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your shorts and past your panties, fondling at the flesh that sat beneath. he could fake it all he wants, but fuck chivalry— he was turning to mush the more you sucked at his tongue, licking at the crevice of the roof of his mouth.

it’s when you sink your teeth into the flesh of pink lips, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to draw a moan from him, he comes to a conclusion. he nods his head, snaking his arms to wrap at your waist tighter as finally kisses you back.

“it’s always a yes.” for you. he doesn’t say it, doesn’t need to, but you hear it and dismiss it. no more lovey doveyness and time to get to the nitty gritty of shit— getting your back blown out. the very thought alone is enough to put a smile on your lips.

bingo.

your bedroom door hardly shuts before he pins you against it. he’s annoyingly big— tall in height and wide in weight. he towers over you comically, hands roaming at every inch of your body as he drinks you up. his lips seek yours desperately, sliding over your glossy ones with practice that suggests hints of comfort.

your arms loop at his neck, and his at your waist. his mouth hardly lets up of yours, mumbling a little jump, as you comply with ease. thighs trapping him in your hold, you then find yourself face to face with him as he lifts you, large palms cupping at your ass. you fit just as perfectly in his hands as you did years ago, flesh so fat he gropes it tenderly.

the walk from the door to your bed passes in the blink of an eye, a timeframe you find pointless to recall as you indulge in the taste of him through his tongue. his presence is so overwhelmingly powerful— every touch and caress at your body reducing your limbs to mush. you cling to him, either out of safety reasons or desire, tilting your head from side to side to deepen the lip-to-lip action.

when he gets to the edge of your bed, he lowers you until your toes reach the floor. due to the difference in height, your lips part, a thin string of saliva connecting from both your mouths as proof of your unison. the blue shade of his orbs darken with desire, eyelids lowering as he drinks up the sight of you— lips plump and swollen, slick in saliva, chest heaving from lack of oxygen.

he raises a hand from your waist to cup at your face, and you detest the way your lean into his touch. your cheek fits in his large palm, and he swipes a thumb at your bottom lip, collecting your shared spit onto the pad of his digit. as he smears the fluid further across your mouth, he prods his thumb a little further— testing out the waters, wanting to see if you’d cave into old habits.

naturally, you allow it, his thumb swallowed by your puckered lips. you roll your tongue over his finger and your eyes never leave his— hoping to convey the rush of emotions you feel through your sultry gaze. your core throbs in want, your stomach erupting in butterflies and your heart pounding unnecessarily. unspoken words you’re positive he understood, if the way he groans when your teeth sink lightly into his digit said anything.

“you’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbles, popping his finger back out. it’s coated in saliva, and like the freak he is, pops it into his own mouth. once he’s had his fill, he removes his hand from his mouth, and lowers it to your fleshy waist, slipping past the waistband of your panties, “take these off— ‘m hungry, need a taste of that pussy.”

your cheeks nearly split from your excitement, and you comply to his order, gripping at the hem of your shorts to pull them down to your ankle. he assists you despite the previous demand, his own hands atop of yours, a warmth and sense of security so familiar. when your shorts reach past your mid thigh, you allow him to meet you halfway.

he pulls your shorts down to your ankles, lowering himself to a knee. his movements are agonizingly slow, basking in the sight of your thighs in contrast of the shade of your loungewear. he steadies a hand onto your calf, patting it lightly, and you lift your leg just barely, permitting him to slide the shorts off your ankle and tossing it aside.

when the item is discarded, he redirects his focus back to you. he pampers your skin in kisses— delicate but hungry, trails of moisture crawling back up at your inner thighs and shooting right to your core. he looked unexplainably sexy on his knees, littering your body in hushed praises, the tip of his nose nudging at your soft skin. you bit your lip in attempts to cease it from wobbling at the intimacy he was providing.

“god, you smell so good,” he speaks into you, hands snaking to the back of your thighs, pressing you forward into him. your panty covered cunt presents itself right before him, and he plants his nose right into your intimates, your body shuddering as his nose bumps into your clit deliciously. a shaky breath escapes you, and his hands travel upwards to play with your ass. “turn around, wanna eat it from the back.”

the words are taken from you when his hand slaps your ass encouragingly, releasing a mini squeal, “you’re still too freaked out.”

“mhm, something like that,” you don’t see it, as you’re occupied on spinning on your feet to plant your hands on your matters for stability, but you’re positive he’s smirking. your arch your back for him, wanting to properly present the meal he plans on devouring. your cunt oozes slick against your thong just thinking about how he’s going to do you in, “there’s that arch,” a hand slides in the curve of your lower back, before snapping the band of your thong. it recoils against your cheek and you jerk forward at the sting.

“oh? did that hurt?” he taunts, and as you’re about to protest, he does it yet again. the snap is intense but never painful, but the nerve he had to play around like your pussy wasn’t a few centimetres away from his face. you don’t acknowledge how your panties cling even tighter to your folds.

“fuck off,” you curse through gritted teeth, but your hips wiggle backwards in attempt to get him to hurry it up. as if now was any time to tease— you couldn’t stand it when he did it all those years ago, and your feelings haven’t changed since, “get on with it. . . the fuck?”

you hear him sigh, almost disappointedly, and it only aggravates you further. your brows furrow in annoyance and you think you feel a vein tick at your temple.

“still so disrespectful,” gojo tuts, rubbing at your booty tenderly. so he wasn’t exactly wrong, but how was he expecting you to react when he’d just said he was going to eat you out, and proceeds to do anything but that? of course there’s going to be a little pout on your lips, “we gotta work on that attitude of yours.”

your face twists into a look of further aggravation, and you tilt your head back, readying whatever other bratty objections you had— though you’re ultimately interrupted by a sharp sting that spreads across your ass.

the strike of his palm against your cheek sprawls into an intense heat, the pain oddly pleasurable, and the moan that rips out of your chest is impossible to suppress. your eyes nearly jump out of their sockets at the audacity, and right as you’re about to complain, he does it again. and again.

“o-okay, shit!” you attempt to voice out, but he’s relentless, delivering blow after blow onto the same ground. there’s a curve in his palm, and it amplified the sound across the room. despite your protests, you can’t deny every jolt of pain rushes to your clit. you’re positive he knows you’re enjoying this, “gojo— fuck, okayyy!”

to your pleasure, he eases the slaps, opting to smoothen his hand flat across the reddened flesh. he hums pensively, the heat of your skin radiating against his palm in a way that forces a smile on his lips, “ ‘okay?’ what do you mean by that, baby?”

you clench your teeth at his faux ignorance. you know exactly what he wants from you, and you’re not sure if you’re able to give it to him as you are. an apology— he wants you to apologize, that bastard. your left cheek stings like a bitch, even with his now gentle touches, and your core is begging you to cooperate with him, in order for that attention it was neglected of. he is such a dickhead— putting you in a predicament like this one.

you swallow the last bit of dignity you hold, a constant reminder in the back of your mind that this was for the greater good— for the sake of your pussy. with a pained sigh, you tilt your head backwards to meet his playful gaze that stares back at you, right below the plump of your ass, and you muster the cutest look you can give.

doe eyes paired with a little pout, “‘m sorry. . . for the attitude,” you’re not sorry at all, but you desperately want your cunt in his mouth, so you do what you have to do, “can you eat it now? please?”

he flashes you a million dollar smile, all thirty twos on full display, and it takes every ounce of willpower in you not to roll your eyes right then and there. he was so full of shit, his eyes might as well brown. but still, you knew he got off on this kind of thing, and when he presses a quick kiss at the print of your lips, he replies, “of course, sweet girl— only because you asked so nicely.”

there’s no further need to speak, as you feel your thong being pushed to the side, followed by a cold breeze hitting your bare cunt, meshed with warm breathe as he feasts .

gojo eats you out like he has something to prove, and you know what— maybe he does. to prevent you from straying from him, he grounds you with two firm hands gripping at your ass. he spreads the flesh apart, his tongue lapping at your slick greedily. you can’t tell who’s moans are louder— yours or his, the man so engaged in sucking at your clit, nibbling on the bundle of nerves with practiced ease. you hold onto the sheets on your bed with dear life, thighs trembling as you struggle to hold yourself up.

“fuck, don’t stop,” you whine, pushing your hips further back, your mind overcame with utter greediness for more of that insatiable pleasure. you might as well have swallowed him whole into you, just as he’s swallowing you whole into him, his tongue diving deep past your hole and into your folds. he flicks his tongue expertly, licking at every crevice and nook of your cave, his jaw working overtime as his bottom lip never lets up at your clit.

your entire pussy is consumed by him, no area going neglected— drool slips past his mouth and spills onto your floor. a familiar heat licks at the pit of your stomach, a telltale that your dam is bound to burst anytime soon. he remedies your ache with another painful spank at your ass, groaning into your pussy when you clamp down on his tongue.

he was so fucking nasty— fucking into you with his tongue like he needed this more than you did. he makes out with your cunt, like he was a starving man on death row. at a particular cruel angle of his tongue fucking, your body would react with an all consuming tremble, fingers clawing at your duvets, your lungs releasing pathetic mewls. and the further you pushed back into his merciless mouth, the closer his nose nudged at your puckered forbidden hole.

he pulls away with a gasp, subbing his mouth out for his fingers, the pads of three fingers rubbing messily at your sloppy lips. the sound it creates is downright filthy, so painfully loud that it damn near drowns out your own moans.

“pretty fuckin’ pussy,” he spits a wad of saliva at your already soaked cunt, further amplifying the squelching sounds. he drags his fingers down to your clit, pinching at the bud with enough pressure to have your knees buckling, before sliding back upwards to your clenching hole. he slides into your entrance, index and middle fingers twisting in with ease, “bet she missed me, hm?”

“y-yes!” you nod mindlessly, your high creeping up on you as he works himself into you. taking six inches of fingers twice was a task in itself— the average length of a man’s dick serving purpose as fingering was just downright disrespectful. his knuckles poke at your silky walls, stretching you out to the best of his abilities, “shit— oh fuck, ‘m gonna cum!”

to your statement, he latches his lips back to your neglected clit, sucking on the bud as if he were intentionally trying to milk you dry. he hums at your taste, the vibrations shooting right up your alley and into the knot tightening in your guts— and when he curls his fingers upwards, at that spot that has stars dancing beneath your eyelids, the dam breaks. that knot stood no chance.

“oh goddd,” you cry out, spraying your release all over. it dribbles out your pussy and past the lower half of his face, to which his jaw widens as his mouth gapes— greedily aiming to slurp at your juices while simultaneously flicking your bean. the stimulation has your brain going dumb, as you fall flat onto your bed, drool collecting at the corner of your mouth and staining your sheets damp.

he lets you ride out the euphoric bliss, the movements of his fingers and the lapping of his tongue slowing down the more your body reacted to the overstimulation. when he deems you well spent, he lets up, slipping his fingers out and popping them back in his mouth, swirling your taste across his pallets, “as sweet as ever,” rising back to his full height.

you haven’t came that hard in a while, limbs reduced to nothing as you merge into one with your bed. your legs are still trembling, and your chest heaves as you exhale deep breaths. letting your eyelids close shut, you take the time to regroup yourself from that mind shattering orgasm. who the fuck had he been fucking that forced him to keep this skill? granted, you had no right to complain but holy shit, he was no fucking noob.

you feel the weight of his body press on top of you, a well-built chest meeting your moist back. it doesn’t take much to realize he’s hovering over you. his lips litter kisses at the column of your neck, moving up to the shell of your ear, leaving a trail of goosebumps after each embrace, “you tappin’ out already?” gojo snickers at your shell of a body, and you kiss your teeth at his typical mockery, “what happened to my champ while i was gone?”

“fuck off,” you pout, a little embarrassed by the fact that you really were retired from the game. sure, you were getting dicked down real good by your previous partner (question mark), but it never had you as exhausted as you currently were. there was absolutely nothing gojo satoru couldn’t do, and that ticked you off to no end, “nobody said shit about tappin’ out.”

“hm. . .” he hums, nuzzling his nose into your jugular, his hips grinding into the cleft of your ass. it’s impossible to ignore the bulge poking into you, and you doubt he was trying to hide it regardless, his hips rolling against the plushness of your behind, “guess sukuna didn’t do as good of job as he should’ve.”

that has your eyelids opening right back up. talk about an awkward situation— bringing up you and your ex’s (question mark) sex life while having sex with your other ex was a double edged predicament in itself. had you agreed, which lowkey wasn’t entirely wrong, you’d be stroking the fuck out of gojo’s ego and be disrespecting sukuna. but had you disagreed, you could end up on gojo’s wrong side and fumble an entire night worth of dicking.

so, once more, you take the easy way out, at the expense of inflating the white haired man’s ego, much to your dismay, “think you can do better?”

he stays silent for a while. in what you assume is him coming up with an answer to your question, his kisses travel to the dead centre of your shoulder blades, wet and open mouthed, as they crawl lower down your spine. with every kiss, your body caves into a state of relaxation, as if he was undoing every stress clouding at your hazed mind with his mouth alone.

he lands at the middle of your back, before he pulls away abruptly. and just as soon as he started, he was finished— removing himself off your body entirely. panic settles quickly in your stomach, as you turn your head around to see what he was up to. had you unintentionally hurt his feelings? damn, and here you were enjoying the body worship.

“what are you—” your words are cut off as his hands cup at your waist. he slides you back towards the edge of the bed, your feet planted on the floor once more. you feel some residue of your previous orgasm beneath your heels, eugh. you don’t have much time to spend thinking about how gross it feels when a hand holds your shoulders, and lifts you right back up.

your brows jump to your hairline in surprise at the sudden manhandling, though you can’t deny you found just a bit sexy. with his chest pressed into your back once more, you can feel his heartbeat thudding at the blade of your left shoulder, the organ withholding a steady rhythm— the tempo of a lullaby you’d once been accustomed to. and then big arms wrap around your frame, and holds you.

you hate the way your body folds so easily to his touch. it’s been an entire year, and despite your mind shouting at you for the intimacy you’re allowing to gallop right back into your life, your heart craves it. the sense of security his embrace offers you alone makes the least of sense, but you blindly lean into him, allowing yourself to be deluded for the time being. he won’t be yours as soon as this is over, so you might as well take the most advantage of the situation.

it takes a minute for either of you to speak. here you stood— half naked and legs sore, but still happily in his arms. his cologne is still as rich and dominating as it’d been all those times ago. he breaks the silence first, his chin resting above your shoulder, as he mumbles, “you really hurt my feelings, you know.”

to some degree, you know you did. about what exactly? you weren’t sure, but still, you offer him what you believe he wants, the realization leaving a bitter taste in your mouth, “i’m sorry.”

“‘s all good,” he kisses your cheek so tenderly that your neck cranes to the side to meet his gaze. gojo had always been so readable when it came to emotions, as he always wore his heart on his sleeve, but even with all the knowledge you knew about, you weren’t prepared for the look in his eyes. raw, unfiltered emotions. you only notice the close proximity between you both when your noses bump into one another. he shoots you a warm smile, “could never be upset with you. you hold that power over me.”

it’s you who kisses him first, and he returns the favour with more intensity. it’s an awkward positioning for your neck, but you don’t let up regardless of the ache in your joints. his mouth stays on yours as if you were his lifeline, tongues sloshing one over the other, brushing your lips together so gingerly.

in the midst of his tongue down your throat, he slips a hand in between your thighs, cupping at your abandoned pussy. the casual brush of his fingers at your core sent a breathy whine from your throat right into his mouth, and it only motivated him to work harder, rubbing slow patterns into your throbbing clit. your hips chase the feeling, riding the wave of his fingers.

he pulls away from your mouth, just barely, mumbling against your kiss bitten lips, “one of these days you’re gonna let me finish speaking,” followed by a knowing smile. sure, it could be seen as a flaw, but it was the only way you could protect yourself while keeping him within arm’s reach. never ready to have him but never prepared to let him go, “we can do that later— gotta blow your back out first.”

you couldn’t agree more.

it all happens so quickly— he retrieves his hand from between your thighs, having collected your juices at his fingertips, before lubricating his dick. he pumps at the length leisurely, his bottom lip tugged by his top row of teeth, and the groans he lets out are enough to have you squeezing your thighs eagerly, your cunt aching and ready to go. in the midst of your eagerness, you slip your hand behind you and catch his twitching cock, working your wrist right above his own, jerking him off.

a deep groan grumbles from his chest, and he instantly stops your hand from moving any further. you frown at his ceasing, but when you tilt your head to voice out your confusion, he offers a sheepish smile, “don’t wanna cum too soon,” ever the minute man, he was.

though, you soon find yourself regretting your own thoughts the very instant you feel the tip of his dick pushing past your entrance.

there’s a blended harmony of both your moans that bounces off the walls. his fingers dig deep into the flesh of your hips, holding onto you so tightly you’re positive you’ll bruise, and you clamp down on his intruding dick so tightly you’re positive you never want to let him go. the initial stretch is a feeling you’ll never get used to, but the sensation is all but unwanted.

“fuckkk, y/n,” he moans right into your ear, his voice so full of want, you can’t help but understand exactly where he’s coming from. he pulls his hips back, almost entirely, though his tip stays inside. it takes him a second to regroup, mumbling incoherent words under his breath, before he plunges back into your cunt.

and from that point on, it’s wraps. he fucks into you like a madman— as if he’d been punishing you for your crimes. punishing you for sleeping with another man. punishing you for leaving him a year and a half ago. punishing you for punishing him. his pace is ruthless— hips meeting your ass as fast as he’d pull out, pounding into your little hole to mould it into the shape of him.

he’s thick, this time on perverted shit.

you’re so painfully full of him, and despite your arms stretched outwards to grip at the sheets that had suffered more than enough of your abuse on them, your walls never let go of him. you don’t want him to pull out ever, utterly obsessed with the rough pace he set from the jump. it feels impossible keeping the curve of your back when the tip of his length repetitively attacks at your golden spots.

“ohmygoddd,” you words come out slurry, head lolling forward uselessly. if he kept fucking you like this, you weren’t going to let him leave again. stuck in an endless loop of bliss, with every thrust into your folds, his balls would slap at your clit and drive you insane, “y’re d-doing me s’gooddd,”

“yeah?” he eggs on, his voice as breathless as you’d been, though his pacing would never suggest so. there’s a hypnotic recoil of your ass bouncing back onto his pelvis that indulges him into disrupting it, delivering a new spank at your cheeks. you cry out at the feeling, and he strikes again, hips never letting up, “tell me more baby.”

you rise at your tip toes when you feel yourself sinking, legs giving out yet again. you hold yourself up at your elbows, a newfound confidence pushing your hips back to match his pace. when he heaves out a loud moan, you’re encouraged to keep going. the melody of your skins slapping against each other echoes into the stillness of the night, arching your back the further he plunges into your guts. you’re so turned on, the evidence creaming around the perimeter of his cock, easing the slides of his dick inside of you.

“toruuu,” you whine, too fucked out to notice your first mistake— calling him by his favorite nickname. at that given moment, you couldn’t care any less, the intense heat in your guts growing once more. the curve of his dick reaches spots you don’t think anybody could reach, almost as if he was made entirely for you, “you’re so big— can feel you, nghhh, everywhere!”

“that’s cause i am everywhere,” you think you can hear him smirking behind you. though, he has every right to feel entitled, with how much of a mess he’s reduced you to. he rolls his hips deep, a firm bulge forming into your tummy. as if he’s got a sixth sense or eye, he leans forward to rest his chest against your back— your eyes rolling back from the new angle. he slides a hand beneath your stomach and presses at the bulge hard. you can’t help the squeal you let out, “that’s me right there.”

you nod your head feverishly, the applied pressure on your stomach pushing his cock right at your cervix. oh god, he was going to kill you. what a wonderful way to go— all judgements clouded in favour of an eight inched dick penetrating your walls, “‘s all yours— mmh, always been.”

and that’d been your final mistake.

because the chuckle he lets out right into your ear is dark. the sounds shoot right up to your spine, shivers crawling up your back deliciously. he might as well be back stabbing you with how his cock plunged so sloppily out of your gaping cunt, “you always knew how to, fuck, pillowtalk,” he pants into your neck, his additional weight onto your shaking frame nothing short on welcoming. the hand pressing into your stomach lowers to your clit, and pinches meanly at the bud, “you know i’d, mmh, give you the world if you asked— my smart girl, shit.”

he’s so cruel, talking to you so lovingly despite it all. you tighten your eyes, in poor attempts to ignore the tenderness of the words fleeting his lips and focus instead on the stretch of your cunt down his dick. you feel yourself creaming on him, further proof of both your unison through his diabolical thrusts. he pinned you into place like this— unable to do anything but take what he gave you gratefully.

at a particular stroke at your abused golden spot, your body releases another tremor of shudders. it overtakes you from head to toe, a moan so ripe escaping your lips as you claw at ruined sheets. gojo works into aiming at that spot over and over again, each thrust more intense than the previous one. the change of his pace, slowing for a minute, draws you near the end of the line quicker than you’d anticipated.

“oh?” he grunts playfully, swaying his hips back and forth into your poor pussy. mercy is nowhere to be found, however, “you like it when i fuck you like this?” another agonizingly beautiful thrust at the same place, you can’t help but reward him with a cry. he’s fucking you into the damn mattress, and he has the balls to ask this question knowing the answer. still, you nod your head mutely, tears collecting at your lash line, and he nips at the skin on your jaw, “yeahhh you do.”

god, you do.

and suddenly, you can’t bring yourself to remember why you’d ever let go of dick this good. the kind that would have you taking the rubber off and considering finishing inside. the kind that had you babbling apologies for having done absolutely nothing wrong. the kind that made you begin to believe his careless whispers, empty promises to work things out.

in the midst of your delusions, he pulls you both back up from the bed, standing once again. at this new position, he reaches impossibly further into you, the difference in your heights making up for the inches he’s dug into you. his fingers dig in the column of your throat, the weight of his hand wrapped tightly at your neck. he’s everywhere at once, but simultaneously no where to be found. while you can feel his tip prodding at your most sensitive spot, you don’t feel the overwhelming force of love he once bore with open arms for you.

or was it you were feigning you don’t? because as he works himself back into you, at a pace so tender yet cruel, the line of boundaries you’d once set has been entirely deterred. a force so overwhelming, just like his entire being, bringing you right back to him as if you’d never left— nevermind the fact your thighs could barely support themselves, quaking pathetically. it was getting too much— everything was a lot.

“nahhh. . . don’t start running now.” you didn’t realize you were. the sheets are crumpled in your tight hold, while your other hand lightly pushes at his lower abdomen. you were a trooper, but there was only so much pleasurable torture you could handle. naturally, he pins your wrist at your spine to maintain his ruthless pace, and with another gentle yet cruelly empty promise, he coos, “not when i’ve just gotten you back.”

how the fuck did you get yourself in this mess?

oh right. . . tinder. you had a bone to pick with the ceo of that app right after you come back to your senses.

“i— i can’t,” you fumble at your words, the lack of oxygen catching up to you. you’re bound to his mercy— hands tied, breath nearly restricted, pussy obliterated, and yet, there’s nowhere else you’d want to be. the pressure on your throat lolls your head backwards, chin facing the ceiling as your eyes fall onto snowy lashes, “gonna cum again— oh fuckfuckfuck,”

and despite his brutality, he shoots you a sweet smile, the contrast in his words versus his actions grand, “right behind you, baby.”

you cum, and hard . much harder than you had before. you gush your fluids down his piercing cock, your folds squeezing him tight as you release. you think your mind blanks for a minute, an orgasm so powerful, you fear your eyes would stay stuck at the back of your skull. you shiver in his embrace, the insatiable desire racking your body from top to bottom.

when he pulls out, you fall flat yet again onto your stomach, face first. you assume you look like a puddle of nothingness, your limbs spent from the overexhaustion. but still, you find yourself in a similar position to prior, as gojo leans over your body, a hand holding him up as the other works on his jerking him cum out. smart move, not finishing inside, though a weird feeling of disappointment sits in your stomach, swapping the fiery heat from your orgasm.

he sinks his teeth into your shoulders as you wince, emptying himself right onto your lower back. it runs hot and smooth into the dimples of your back, that you can’t help but stretch your limp arm towards the mess to collect the residue on your fingers. you pop them into your mouth, his taste still so familiar as he plops right at your side, face up.

there’s a thick silence that fills the sex scented room. you wonder what is going through his brain now that the lust demon that was half his ego had been taken care of. was he on the same page as you were? had he realized just how messy this could turn out? he’s too quiet for a man of his nature— and that terrified you shitless. no matter the outcome, you’re ready to kick him out. post nut clarity was a scary thing— it revealed the violent truth of how tempting the flesh could be, even with consequences on the line.

you want to beat him to it. the last thing you need on your consciousness is your ex boyfriend who’d you invited into your home a year after you broke up with him, leaving you. he seemed petty enough to do the eye for an eye shtick— it wasn’t too out of character for him.

with a heavy heart and sigh, you turn your head to the side where he lays comfortably. the words want to die in your throat, but your urge them out, the sooner the better, “you should—”

“no.” he interrupts, followed by a yawn.

you frown at that, brows scrunching as you insist that yet again, “you need to—”

“nah.” gojo cuts you off yet again, rolling onto his side. his dick falls limp onto your bed, and you don’t think about the mess it’s making. to be fair, you’d done far worse. and it was proven difficult to care about that mess when he brought a finger to play with your loose hairs, cerulean eyes zeroing in on them, “i’m tired. let’s get you cleaned up and go to bed.”

“you’re not listening to me.” you click your tongue, a little desperate to have him hear you. you’re scared to keep him around longer, because you know you’ll grow attached again and that already ended terribly once, and took you forever and a half to get over. he has to leave and right now, “you have to go.”

gojo hums at that. he stops the twirling of your hair, rather reluctantly, and finally meets your sharp gaze. he still looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky, “why?”

you narrow your eyes, “you know why,” you shouldn’t have to explain why two exes cozying up after indulging into each other was a bad idea. common sense, you figured, but was it common sense to have him over in the first place? a flurry of various emotions coursing over you laced with exhaustion had you overthinking like a motherfucker, “this was a bad idea.”

he trails his finger along the slope of your clenched jaw, and you don’t think about the fact it immediately relaxed at his touch. the longer he traced your skin, the longer he kept looking at you like that, you were wavering in your own logic. you’d both gotten what you wanted in the first place, so why was it he was still here? the rational decision would be to pretend this never happened and part ways again, but why was the thought of him locking the door behind him once again at your expense making you feel sick to your stomach?

when his finger lands at your pouty lips, he taps his index finger twice against the flesh. naturally, your pout deepens. his eyes flick from your mouth to your shying gaze, and his index swaps for his thumb. he runs the pad of his finger across the reddened surface, and his voice falls a few octaves lower, hushed for nobody else but you to hear, “you don’t want me to leave.”

you don’t.

he takes your silence as acceptance, and plants a soft kiss to your lips. it’s enough to rid your mind of its plaguing doubts in the meanwhile. and when his hand slides to cup at the back of your neck, ultimately deepening it, you can’t find it in you to care about the consequences for the time being. not when he was swallowing you whole like he was the one terrified to feel you slip from his fingers. you melt into him far too easily.

well. . . that was something you’d deal with in the morning.

tinder: 1, you: 0.

now can y’all stop calling me a deadbeat 🙎‍♂️

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(part 2/2) where you turn the tables and give them a dose of their own medicine. groveling, jealousy & revenge! no forgiveness for these repeated offenders.

featuring: gojo, geto, sukuna, toji (and the help of other jjk men)

a/n: how are we feeling? lowkey feel bad for gojo but he doesn’t learn

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** a couple of anons wanted king nanami to help with revenge so i just decided to add other men as well for variety. thanks for the suggestion :)

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All I wanna spend is one more night // Between your sheets, behind your eyes

Karasu Tabito x Fem!Reader • Word Count: 4.5k

content warnings: established relationship, porn with little plot, lover boy karasu, reader has an aversion to sex kinda sorta, first times, loss of virginity, mutual masturbation, handjob, multiple positions, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare

You met Karasu Tabito in year three. He had chubby cheeks and a missing tooth, knees dirty from falling into the muddy ground many times over as he rhythmically kicked the school’s worn soccer ball at the wall.

He was sweeter then, face flushed red when you handed the ball gone astray back to him, lisp on his tongue from where his adult tooth hadn’t quite grown in.

It’s hard to forget the twinkle in his eye when he shyly whispered “Thank you,” before scampering back to his spot. It’s natural, the way you fall into each other’s lives. Transferring to a new school during the middle of the year had done little to help your social life. Cliques already made; friends grown up side by side. While your classmates weren’t mean, they did little to include you. Recess consisted of you building little homes out of sticks you’d find scattered throughout the play yard, gritty nails digging into dirty as you play. After your first interaction, you gravitate towards another. You move to be closer to watch his kicks, and he makes his way down the wall to tease you. Calls you weird and then cries when you throw the ball in his face. Sniffles a weak, “Sorry,” before asking if you can be friends. You agree despite your previous disdain, keeping track of his hits in the dirt with the sticks he collects for your work. Red strings drawn close, tangled in mud and sticks and leaves.

The first time Karasu kisses you, you’re in year ten. He’d walked you home like he always did despite it being out of the way for him. His ears turned crimson when he shyly asked if you wanted to go to the arcade together, scarlet when you looked at him confused because you always do. He wins you a bunny plushy and makes you swear to keep it forever, holding out a pinky to you. You link the appendages before pressing your thumbs together, and as you move to press a kiss to your own nail to seal it, he moves your hand down abruptly.

Chapped lips meet yours in an awkward attempt at a kiss, and you pull back violently at the action.

“Why would you do that,” you’d asked haughtily, hands on your hips as you scowl up at him.

“Cuz you’re my girlfriend.” Karasu had replied matter of factly.

“Since when? You never asked me to be,” you grump, finger poking accusingly at his chest, “you can’t just go kissing girls and claiming them to be your girlfriend without even asking.”

You’d expected a snarky come back from him as he usually generously bestows upon you, but instead he scratches his neck shyly and asks quietly if you’d want to be.

“Speak up.” You demanded.

“Would you?” He finally asked, uncharacteristically nervous, “Be my girlfriend?”

You stave off the embarrassment coursing through you, a faux air of confidence burning through your veins.

“Well,” you finally say, “if you insist.”

You fight and you squabble and you cry and lick old wounds once more, but you stay together throughout it all. Tabito dabs at your tears and kisses fresh wounds with a soothing tongue, always making sure you know with full confidence he’s at your side.

Truth be told there wasn’t much of a difference as friends than lovers; albeit your touches grow more intimate.

Tabito insists you’d been his girlfriend since you’d chucked the soccer ball in his face back when you were both snot nosed children, and well, you can’t find it in you to argue. A part of you had always been his, and you’re sure if you were ever to split, it would always stay with him. A seed buried deep in your ribs, watered by the brashness of his love.

It would be dramatic to say that when he left for Blue Lock, a small part of you died. Autumn leaves dry and fall; yet we celebrate their beauty. You still see your friends and make sure to stay steady in classes, but you can’t deny you miss Tabito.

Ironically, it’s around spring time when he returns. He takes you to see the cherry blossoms bloom and tells you he’ll love you until his legs give out.

(To which you tell him that it’s likely enough to happen sooner than later with a sport like soccer; cackling loudly when he grabs fallen blooms and tosses them promptly in your face.)

You both turn twenty-one together; celebrating just the two of you in the small run down apartment you now share. You kiss and you eat sweets until your stomach aches, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

(The day of moving in Tabito finds the old plushy wrapped delicately in a blanket.

“You still have this ratty thing?” He’d asked with a smirk, holding it out to you.

“Don’t talk about our son like that,” you scold, snatching the plush from his hands before smiling down at it lovingly, fingers brushing the worn fabric of its ears.

“And of course I kept him, I promised you, didn’t I?”

Tabito smiles widely at this, scooping you in his arms and kissing you obnoxiously as you squeal and shout for him to let you go.)

It’s not until you’re out eating lunch with friends that you truly think about it; sex with Tabito. It’s not that you don’t want to have sex with him. You’re well aware your boyfriend is handsome, you’d just never got around to it.

(Your friend’s jaw drops when you say this, shaking her head in disbelief.

“You haven’t done anything.”

“I gave him a handjob once,” you’d replied with a shrug of your shoulders.

Your friend scoffs in disbelief, but thankfully drops the topic, but you can’t help but let the seeds of doubt whittle their way into the sanctuary you’d built with Tabito.)

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

It’s an ordinary Saturday morning when you spring the question. You’d been thinking of roundabout ways to ask, but you’d never been good at subtly and you know Tabito prefers when you’re blunt with him.

He splutters on the drink he’d been taking, cleaning his throat before looking at you incredulously.

“Do I… what?”

“Do you want to have sex? Make love, copulate, fuck, the hanky—”

He cuts you off before you can finish your sentence, moving to stand in front of you with red ears.

“No, I know what you said. This was just… unprompted. Do you want to have sex with me?”

You cross your arms and huff, ignoring the cheeky smirk on his face as he steps closer to you. There’s a buzzing energy you’ve never quite felt stirring in the room, and you sway from one foot to another with nerves.

“I asked you first,” you respond lamely, looking at him straight in the eyes in a poor attempt to keep up your confident facade.

“Yes, of course I do. Why wouldn’t I want to have sex with you?” Tabito answers honestly, large hands prying your fingers away from where they’d been digging into the fat of your arm in anxiousness. He kisses the heel of your palm softly before wrapping your arms around his neck and bumping his forehead lightly against yours. When you still don’t respond he gives you a boyish smile before attempting to soothe you.

“If we’re being honest, it’s not something I thought you were interested in,” he explains, “you’ve always shied away when I’ve tried to touch you in the past, and that stuff doesn’t matter to me. I love you as you are now, sex won’t change that.”

You frown in thought at his words, fingers threading through his freshly washed hair as you contemplate.

“Have you ever had sex before?”

Tabito laughs at that, presses obnoxious slobbery kisses to your cheek before answering.

“You know I haven’t.”

“Well then how do you know you’re not missing out?”

“I mean I still masturbate, can’t be that much different.”

Your body heats with embarrassment (and perhaps a bit of something else at his vulgar words).

“Well it’s surely better. Tighter probably… and wetter. Or whatever.”

Heat blooms on Tabito’s face as he hugs you close to him, shoving his face in your neck to hide his blush (it doesn’t work, you can feel the heat on his face and see the crimson flushing his ears).

You press closer to him and kiss at the junction of his neck and shoulder lightly before furrowing your brows and pulling back.

“Are you… hard right now?”

A smug smile creeps on his face, and you have an overwhelming urge to kiss it off.

“Can you blame me? My beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend just propositioned me with sex and told me how she’d feel tighter and wetter than my own hand.”

You scoff at his words before picking at the lint on the neck of his shirt.

“So… you want to then?”

He smiles sickeningly sweet down at you, walking you backwards and guiding you to your shared bedroom.

“I do, but I want you to want it too. Don’t think you have to do this because of me.”

“I do, want to, I mean. But I don’t know what I’m doing.”

He laughs softly at this, turning to sit on the bed and pull you into his lap, familiar hands rubbing up your sides soothingly.

“Neither do I,” he replies easily, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then your pouted lips.

“But you just said you masturbate.” You frown, settling deeper into his lap as he maneuvers you into a more comfortable position, his back pressed against the head of your bed.

“I do.” Tabito’s smile is shy, fingers tracing the familiar lines on your palms as you speak.

“So you’ve watched porn, so you know some things.”

He pauses in his movements, looks at you incredulously before laughing.

“I’ve never watched porn. I just think about what I would do to you. What you’d do to me.”

“Oh.”

“Oh,” he mocks, teeth nipping at your nose as you scrunch it.

“Can you show me?”

Tabito’s movements halt, hips shifting nervously under you as you stare wide eyed at him, a face far too innocent for someone who just asked him to stroke his cock in front of them.

“Only if I can watch you, too.” He finally says after clearing his throat.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

You’re almost offended at the shock on his face, but have little time to register before he’s flipping the two of you over, switching your positions.

“Have you touched yourself before?” He asks, hands helping you wiggle out of the sweats you’d stolen from him back in high school.

“Yes,” you answer honestly, pulling your shirt over your head.

A shiver runs down his spine at your words, cock straining in his sweats as you leave each other in only your undergarments.

“Shouldn’t we like… kiss or something?” You ask shyly, fingers picking at your nail beds.

Tabito laughs softly before spreading your legs, and pressing as close to you as he can so he can sit between them, eyes flickering from your chest to your eyes.

“How about you tell me,” he says, “tell me what you think about when you touch yourself.”

You shy away at this, whining when his large body stops you from being able to close your legs; the exposure too much.

“Why are you so shy, baby? I’ve seen you naked before, you know?”

“I know but this is… different.”

Tabito presses a reassuring kiss to your lips, teeth nipping at your bottom lip before pulling away. There’s a smirk on his face when you lean to chase him for more, hands making their way down your thighs as he soothes the tense muscles.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he whispers breathlessly, the heat of his words caresses your face, sends a shiver down your spine as he pulls away to palm his cock.

“I- I think about that night,” you finally squeak out, “when you let me touch your cock.”

(Moonlight shone brightly through the room that night, the lewd sound of Tabito’s mouth licking at the fat of your neck filling the liminal space. Big hands dug crescents into your skin, breaths heaving as you part for air. There’s a pause when you shift forward and feel the length of his cock beneath his sweats. Tabito eyes you warily, opening his mouth to assure you that you don’t have to do anything.

He’s cut off by his own moan, hips bucking up into you as you palm his cock.

“Baby,” he whines, head falling back against the headboard with a thunk.

“Can I touch you?” You ask sweetly, eyes entranced at the sight of pleasure watching over Tabito’s features at your featherlight touch.

He nods frantically, aiding you in pulling the sweats down to rest on his thighs. You press your mouth to his, licking against his teeth before sucking his tongue into your mouth. Tabito whimpers at this, neglected cock twitching. You pull back with hooded eyes, spitting down onto the leaking tip before using the palm of your hand to spread it over his tip, wrapping around his cock before giving an experimental tug.

“Like that?” You ask, eyes darting up to look at him.

“God— yeah, just like that, baby,” he whines, hands fisting his hair as your movements speed up.

You keep your eyes trained on his face despite his eyes being scrunched shut, watching the way his jaw clenches when you grip him harsher, the way it falls open shortly after when your thumb traces along the tip of his cock.

“Don’t stop,” he says through gritted teeth, hip bucking wildly into your hand as his high approaches.)

“Don’t stop,” Tabito groans loudly, heel of his palm pressing harshly against his boxer shorts, dark spot seeping through with precum.

His obvious arousal has you wishing for more, more noises, more skin, more, more, more.

“I think about the way you sounded, how you moaned my name when I rubbed my palm on the head of your cock.”

Your hand makes its way down to your cunt subconsciously, fingers ghosting over the band of your panties before Tabito’s stops you.

“Not yet,” he instructs, “just— touch yourself through them, please.”

You do as he says, fingers pressing against your clit. You moan at the contact, rough fabric catching just right. You feel the way your arousal seeps through your panties, high on power as you watch the way Tabito’s eyes dilate when he takes in the sight.

“Keep going,” he encourages, “tell me more.”

“I think about how big your cock felt in my hand, think about it stretching me open,” you whine, fingers moving faster, Tabito’s own matching the rhythm you’ve set, “I— I think about what you’d taste like, if you’d let me put it in my mouth, how you’d sound when I choke on it.”

Tabito moans out loud at this, hand sliding down the front of his boxers before pulling his weeping cock out. You take this as your sign to follow, eyes narrowing in on the way his fingers flex as he strokes himself.

“I wanna hear, too,” you whimper, fingers pulling your panties to the side so he can see how wet you are for him, the tips dipping into your heat to gather your slick before moving back to circle your clit.

“You’re killing me, baby,” Tabito groans, hips bucking up into his own hand as your chest heaves with pleasure.

He remains quiet for a while, the only sounds in the room is the wetness between the two of you, bodies inching closer and closer until you can feel his hand against your own.

“I think about the way you’ll taste on my tongue,” he says, voice husky with arousal, “the way your pussy will feel when she’s stretched open for the first time.”

You press a finger into yourself at this, hips canting up at the intrusion. Tabito groans at the sight, timing his thrusts into his hand with the way you fuck yourself on your fingers.

“T-think about the way you sounded that night, when you let me fuck your hand,” he groans through gritted teeth, “the way you talked to me… the way you licked my cum off your hand afterwards, how it tasted when you kissed me.”

“Please, Tabito,” you finally break, hands moving to pull his face towards your own, lips crashing messily against each other as you claw at the exposed skin.

He pulls you into his lap, cock jumping as your pussy presses against him. You can’t help but moan at the friction, humping his cock as you gasp and cry out for more.

“I don’t want to wait anymore, need you inside me,” you whine, but make no movements to stop the current pace your hips have set, your wetness pooling down onto the base of his cock as you use him for your own pleasure.

“Cum like this first,” he pleads, hands pressing you down harder, “cum like this and I’ll give you my cock. Stretch this pretty pussy open, make it mine.”

You cry out as you fall over the precipice of pleasure, hands clawing at his chest while your hips buck desperately into him.

“One more,” he says, pushing you until your back hits the mattress.

His lips press harshly into yours, tongue licking at your teeth as you whine into his mouth. He pulls away to kiss at your neck, teeth nipping at the familiar skin while his hands smooth up your sides. Your bra is quickly taken off, tossed somewhere in the room before his hands are back on you. Teeth bite harshly at the fat of your chest, tongue soothing the ache before you can whisper a complaint.

“You’re so sensitive here,” he says, eyes transfixed on the way your breathing increases as he blows on your nipple. Tabito flicks his tongue over it, testing the waters and you moan loudly at the sensation.

“So good for me,” he murmurs, his hands pulling your legs to wrap around his waist. Instead of the heat of his cock pressing against you, his abdomen is pressed to the flesh, “I bet I can make you cum from just this. Just this.”

His mouth wraps around your nipple sucking harshly before moving to the next, your hips buck at the sensation, and he presses closer so the rigid muscle of his stomach presses against your aching clit. Calloused hands encourage the movements, hips bucking wildly as you hump his abdomen in abandon.

“Tabito,” you whimper, “please, please, please.”

Your hands fist his hair harshly, pressing his mouth firmly against your chest as his tongue rolls your sensitive chest between kiss swollen lips. Tabito doesn’t bother stopping, if anything he moves you faster, bites harder, kisses soothing the ache until another high crashes down on you.

“You’re so sexy,” he murmurs, mostly to himself, “can’t believe I finally have you like this.”

“I’m sorry for making you wait,” you finally whisper as your breathing evens out.

“Don’t apologize.”

His tone leaves little room for argument, and you nod obediently at his words, smile spreading across his face as he takes in the flush of your face.

Harsh kisses turn soft, and Tabito moves you once again to rest in his lap.

“This way you can go at your own pace,” he says, settling back into the sheets, eyes blown with lust staring up at you, “don’t take more than you can handle. If it hurts, we’ll stop.”

You nod in agreement, leaning to press a kiss to his lips before lining him up to your entrance. You’re wetter than you’ve ever been, hands shaking before his own moves to aide you.

“Look at me, please,” he asks softly, “I want to see your face when my cock stretches you out for the first time.”

You do as he instructs, eyes nearly rolling back when his tip presses past the tight ring of your cunt. Gasps of pleasure are shared between the two of you as you slowly work your way down, pulling up to ease the ache before you finally rest against him.

“What the fuck,” Tabito groans, teeth clenching harshly as your cunt clenches on him.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re so fucking tight,” he whines, fingertips digging harshly into the fat of your hips.

Your cunt clenches again at the filthy words, nails scraping down his chest as he bucks up into you.

“If you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to cum before I even get to fuck you,” Tabito says, chest heaving as he tries to maintain his level head.

You smirk down at him before intentionally shifting your hips, grinding down onto his cock. Tabito’s eyes dart open, eyeing you warningly.

Tabito senses your hesitation, propping an elbow beneath him. His hand cradles your face, thumb brushing against your cheek lovingly before he pulls your lips to his. His free hand moves to your hip, guiding you gently. It’s not long until you find your own rhythm, gasping into his mouth as his cock presses against a spot that makes you see stars.

“Right there,” you whine, “Tabito, please, don’t stop.”

Arm still propped up, Tabito pulls you back, fisting the hair at the nape of your neck. His lips wrap around your neglected chest, hips bucking up into you hitting that spot deep within you over and over until—

“Cumming!” You cry out, eyes rolling back as your pleasure consumes you. Tabito hips fuck into you faster, moving at a bruising pace to elongate your high. You slump against him as your orgasm fades, his fingers tracing absentminded shapes into your back as you heave against him.

“We can stop here,” he coos, lips pressing against your neck.

“No,” you say, shooting your head up to look at him, “I want you to cum.”

He smiles at this, pressing forward until you’re on your back. You whine at how deep his cock presses into you in this position, nails clawing harsh lines into his back as he wraps your legs around his waist.

Tabito pulls back out slowly, eyes darting over your face for any sign of discomfort before he’s snapping his hips harshly into yours. He fucks you hard— deep, carving his cock into your walls as you whine and cry out for him.

“Fuck,” he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you use the leverage of your legs on his back to meet his thrusts with your own in desperation, “you feel so fucking good, baby. You hear that? Hear how wet this pussy is for me? She’s cryin’ for me, baby. Needed my cock to fill her up, stuff her full.”

Tabito pulls out suddenly, hand falling to his cock to squeeze at the base in an attempt to stave off his own orgasm. Before you can protest, you’re flipped over, limp body pulled onto your knees before you know what’s happening.

Fingers did crescents into your hips as he fucks you for his pleasure, grumbling moans falling from his lips.

“Just like that,” he whines, “just like that. Fuck yourself on my cock. Fuck it like it’s yours.”

He stops his own movements, hands fisting his hair as you press back against him again, and again, and again. You whine his name and his chest presses against your back instantly, large frame engulfing your own before you’re flat against the bed.

Tabito’s arms circle your front, cradling you to his chest as he humps into you, barely pulling out before he’s pressing back in again. Gasping moans are pulled from your lips at the angle his cock slides into you, drool slipping from your lip when he bites harshly at the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“Tabito,” you whine, “want you to cum. Please, please cum for me. Want you to cum inside me. I need it! I need it, I—

You’re cut off by a cry of your name, his hips pressing against yours as you feel the warmth of him filling you up.

You slump weakly against the bed, struggling to breathe as Tabito relaxes against you. He notices your squirming quickly, pulling you to rest on your side. You whine when his cock slips out of you, and heat burns a fire through your veins when you feel the way your combined essence drips down the side of your leg.

Soft words are murmured into your hair, hands massaging at your aches as you both come down from the intense pleasure.

“Still think your hand is better?” You ask, finally breaking the silence.

Tabito laughs, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck before loosening his hold so you can turn to face him.

“Not by a long shot.” He laughs at this, pressing sloppy kisses to your cheek just to hear you squeal out in protest.

“Tabito…”

“Yes, sweetheart?” He asks softly, propping himself up on his arm to look down at you properly, “Are you okay?”

You lean up to press a kiss to his lips reassuringly, nodding, “I’m okay, but… I can feel your cum dripping out of me right now.”

Tabito chokes out a laugh, blush rising on his face.

“You can’t just— just say things like that!” He whines, heat licking at his core.

“Like what? It’s true!”

He shakes his head at this, sliding his arm out from under you before standing and stretching. Dark red lines fill up the space of his back, and you smile shyly at the sight.

“Nice back, Karasu,” you tease, laughing when he uses the mirror hung on the back of the bedroom door to take in the sight.

“Babe,” he whines, “don’t make me get hard again.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

Tabito shakes his head at this before walking into the bathroom. He returns with a warm washcloth, pressing a kiss to your forehead before maneuvering you onto your back. There’s a smug smile on his face as he cleans you up, a soft kiss to your knee when you playfully knock it into his shoulder. He looks up at you from between your thighs smiling brightly at you.

“Hey,” you whisper.

“Hey yourself,” he says, moving his face to hover over your own.

“Come here often?” You ask, fingers tracing around his eyes before you lean to press a kiss to the mole resting just below the left.

“First time actually,” he laughs, flopping down onto your chest, nuzzling your neck to press soft kisses there.

“You’re so stupid,” you say with a roll of your eyes, fingers threading through his soft hair.

“I love you,” Tabito whispers, arms wrapping under the small of your back to hold you closer.

“I love you, too.”

❝𝙎𝙏𝙐𝙋𝙄𝘿 𝙎𝙇𝙐𝙏.ᐟ❞

BONTEN + BIMBO!F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; you didn't plan on showing your new tattoo to save your ass but this wouldn't have happened in the first place if you weren't being such a stupid slut in the club!!

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; smut, gangbang/groupsex, rough sex, sloppy sex, degradation, praise sorta, p in v, oral (reader giving), handjobs, anal, like a lot of sex, voyeurism, belly-bulging, reverse cowgirl, dumbification, humiliation, recording, jealousy sex, reader wears makeup, petnames (baby, dollface, princess, etc), UNEDITED and skin color not mentioned

It wasn’t your fault. You just wanted to have fun at the club for once because finally, none of the Bonten members were looming over your shoulder like a hawk because they had ‘different’ business to attend to, well that’s what they told you. Still, you knew that just meant they were going to kill someone or something like that. It’s not exactly ‘okay’ to do that but you were kind of glad it was happening because usually, they didn’t even let you have more than three shots at the club; Haruchiyo sometimes snuck you one more or let you get a bit of his coke but that’s it and you weren’t able to actually go clubbing. Regardless of what you took, you still had to sit next to them wherever they went and by the slight chance that they’d allow you to, someone would go with you.

They were so protective that it was annoying. Couldn’t even talk to the bartender without Koko or Takeomi coming behind you draping their arm somewhere on your body and asking what you were doing. So of course you weren’t paying attention to shit when you were finally left alone.

As you danced with your friend, running your hands all over your body and smoothing down the fabric of your short dress to the rhythm of the music. Your tongue hanging out and everything with your eyes closed; you were lost in the moment. So lost that you didn’t realize your friend was no longer behind you and instead, there was a guy. And yes, you will admit that maybe you should have noticed this or at least looked back at your friend but it’s still not entirely your fault! If you leave your cat in front of a open door, they’re gonna leave without a second though so what did they expect you to do?

But when you heard your name getting called and saw Mikey and Rindou glaring at you hatefully, you realized that there’s a reason why cats are supposed to be kept inside. Well, you didn’t realize that immediately because at first, you just didn’t understand why they were all ignoring you. After all, they weren’t explaining anything…you hated it when they did that. They knew you weren’t the brightest so you spent practically the entire walk to the car, and when you got in the car, begging Mikey just to explain to you but he stayed silent. Barely spared you a glance and everyone else did the same.

You sat on Mikey’s side staring at him with a frown on your face just wanting him to pay you some attention and tell you what you did wrong. “Mikey, please…’m just confused.” You whined grabbing hold of his arm. You’d been begging the entire time and he hadn’t even said anything to you, only pushing you away. Hell, you even took off your heels to run after him and the rest of the guys on your way out of the club because they were ignoring you purposefully and walking fast as hell. Probably by the orders of Mikey.

Ran sighed and ran his nimble fingers through the multi-colored strands of his hair “Shut the hell up, god.” He said with a groan and Haruchiyo chuckled, his diamond-shaped scars on the sides of his mouth stretching.

“Can’t really expect her to be quiet can you? I mean baby girl just confused, ain’t you?” The pink-haired man said turning his attention to you and you nodded violently as Mikey pushed you away from him. You quickly hopped over to the green-eyed man who was welcoming you with open arms to sit on his lap while Takeomi grumbled about Haruchiyo’s sweet spot for you which was ridiculous for him to say.

If anything, Haruchiyo was the most sadistic out of them all. Shoving a gun down your throat and making you suck on it, inviting you into the execution room and making you shoot one of the traitors knowing how sensitive you were about that and that you were going to cry about the blood and how it splashed on you. He only did shit like this when everyone else was mad to piss them off even if he was just as mad. Kokonoi, Kakucho, and Rindou were the ones with the soft spots (any maybe Mikey just a bit) but that’s for another time…

“Haru, what did I do…? Tell me.” You asked into his ear whilst wrapping your arms around his neck, you really wanted someone to tell you what you did wrong so you could make up for it. Haruchiyo merely shrugged at you with a sick grin on his face, you turned your head to locate the heterochromatic-eyed male who was always sure to stick up for you when everyone else was being so mean. “Kaku…” You muttered standing up from Haruchiyo’s lap while he tried to get a glance under your dress. Kakucho merely sighed as you plopped down onto his lap looking at him with those wide teary eyes.

He felt bad, he really did but it was your turn to learn. Almost every punishment, he was there for you; kakucho always went soft on you and praised you but he couldn’t do that this time.

This wasn’t a just normal thing you did like annoying everyone, it was more than that and he was upset too. So he stayed silent. “Sorry pretty.” He muttered placing his hands on your hips. You opened your glossy lips to let out pleas and whines once again not even noticing the sound of the safety of a gun clicking off.

“Shut the fuck up,” Mikey said in an unnaturally soft tone interrupting whatever you were going to say. Your head turned to look at him to ask why he was being so mean but your eyes widened seeing his gun pointed right at you. Mikey’s finger was nowhere near the trigger but you didn’t look at small shit like that, you saw a gun in your face and you went quiet. It’s hard to keep talking when Bonten’s leader has a gun pointed at your forehead.

You stared at Mikey with your lips parted slightly in shock. Ran grinned in amusement at this as did Haruchiyo and Koko but everyone else had a straight face waiting for more to happen and wondering what you would do. Would you keep talking like a dumbass or shut up? It was always a surprise which one you’d choose. “Hopping from lap to lap asking what you did wrong like a stupid slut. If no one’s answering you that means we don’t want to hear your fucking mouth!” Mikey shouted making you flinch and shut your eyes.

“While we were doing our job, we got word that you’re in the club acting as if no one fucking owns you all over some fuckhead; so I had to stop our meeting mid-way because clearly, you have no fucking brain in there!” Mikey said with a frown decorating his face, he was clearly pissed off at you. More than anyone else and it made sense. You may have been Bonten’s whore but in the end, you were Mikey’s, you went home with him, and slept in the bed with him beyond sex so of course he was the most upset about it.

It didn’t matter what you had to say about the situation and thinking that it was your friend because it wasn’t making Mikey any less angry. It wasn’t making any of them less angry at you.

“But–” “Get the fuck over here.” Mikey interrupted you with a demand which you were hesitant to oblige to. You didn’t even get a chance to look at Kakucho or anyone for help because the Hitto man gently slapped your bottom before taking his hands away from your hips signaling you to listen to Mikey. You hesitantly stood to your feet and slowly walked over to the white-haired man with your hands balled up in fists. Mikey tilted the gun down in a direction for you to get on the ground and you nervously played with the hem of your dress.

Staring up at him with your mascara-coated lashes just waiting for him to give you a direction made him rock hard “I’m tired of hearing your excuses, you’re gonna stuff your mouth until I feel like hearing you. Understand?” Mikey asked. You were lucky really. Usually, when Mikey was this upset at you, he wouldn’t ask if you understood or not and just would’ve shoved your head down on his cock because you had no choice but to not understand. But you still had something to say.

Maybe if you told him about the new tattoo you got, he’d stop being so mad at you. You got the Bonten tattoo right on your pelvis and was just waiting for the moment to show them all; this was not the time you planned but it’d hopefully get them off your ass about this situation. You hooked your fingers on his boxers and pants, pulling them down slowly debating if he’d let you live long enough to even mention the tattoo once you opened your mouth. Blinking up at him ignoring the gun above your gaze, you grew nervous but still decided to speak “M-Mikey…I–” Mikey’s other hand came to the back of your head before shoving your open mouth down on his hard dick not letting you get another word out.

“Didn’t I tell you I was tired of hearing you?” Mikey said as tears burned in the back of your skull from his harshness, your acrylics dug into his pale thighs as you sat there on the floor of the limo under all their eyes. It was embarrassing and it made your panties drenched in your arousal. “She’s stupid, what’d you expect?” Koko said with a scoff as he typed something on his phone, hardly interested in what was happening because he wasn’t getting his dick wet. 

Ran leaned against the back of his hand staring at Koko “Boss said he didn’t wanna hear her whining, think you should shut up too.” He said and the long-haired male rolled his eyes muttering ‘Whatever’ and then he began to type harder on his phone before turning it off and putting it in his life. Sheer seconds later, Ran’s phone notification went off making the male’s grin extend but he stayed quiet. “We need to do something about Misaki.” Mikey started to lower his gun as he spoke before discarding it on the seat beside him letting you relax a bit but you didn’t dare take your mouth off his cock. He’d be upset if you stopped sucking.

No one said anything and just waited for him to continue “Sanzu, Takeomi, you’re going to keep track of him and all his guys.” Mikey said with a small grunt and Haruchiyo’s face twisted into one of confusion and anger.

“Why the hell do I have to go with the old man!? That’s what Mochi’s for.”

“Believe me, I’m not exactly joyful to go with you either.”

Ran laughed at their banter before his gaze traveled to you “Well, if you haven’t noticed, Mochi is taking care of that animal back at the club because little miss slut…” He places the bottom of his incredibly expensive shoe on the back of your head making a whimper come from your mouth “Wanted to get her princess parts touched…” Ran ended with a mocking tone almost talking in a baby-ish voice whilst pressing his foot down harder on your head. You gagged around the shorter male’s cock as tears slowly came down your face.

You hadn’t even noticed Mochi was missing because of how busy you were trying to find out what you did wrong and even apologizing despite not knowing what you did.

You just didn’t want them to be upset but it seemed your attempt at that just made them more angry at you “Ugh, should’ve let me do it. I’d make that fucker suffer.” The mullet-haired man said leaning back against his seat and grabbing the cigarette from Rindou’s hand “You get too messy.” Mikey stated simply glancing down at you as you continued to look up at him but when his dark and gloomy eyes met yours, your eyes dropped immediately “Oh like you’re not gonna make her a mess.” Haruchiyo replied and grinned at his boss with narrowed eyes.

Mikey didn’t reply and only looked down at you once again and you did the same thing as before. He didn’t like that at all.

He knew you wanted something from him or more like you needed to tell him something but for some reason, you didn’t. You never made eye contact with him when you were keeping something from him “Stop looking at me like that. Talk.” Mikey said planting his hand on your forehead before pushing you off his dick harsher than he intended making you fall back on your elbows.

You coughed lightly while wiping the small tears that hadn’t yet dared to mess up your makeup. “I-I…I wanted to show you something.” You said nervously as you shifted onto your knees grabbing at the hem of your dress and trying to gather up the confidence to look at him in his eyes, you knew how he hated it when you didn’t look at him when he talked to you and he was getting a bit upset with how often you were looking away from him.

Mikey lifted his hand off his knee gesturing for you to do what you wanted. You slowly stood to your feet in front of Mikey, his knees on either side of your body leaving a bit of space between himself and you. Mikey watched as you lifted your dress just below your boobs and his eyes immediately caught the tattoo on your pelvis that dipped into your panties. It was the Bonten tattoo with the only difference being the dot in the middle was a heart, he ran his thumb over the tattoo and pulled the waistline of your thong down just a bit so he could see the full inked skin. “…Wanted to make it cute.” You said with a smile forming on your lips at his reaction.

Mikey continued to stare at the tattoo in awe running his fingers over it to see if it was real and wouldn’t wipe off “It is cute baby.” His voice was softer than before as his eyes flickered up to yours, his hands went to your hips “Think you should show everyone else.” The Sano man didn't give you any time to react or protest (though you wouldn’t have) before he turned you around making your bare torso visible to everyone.

“Holy shit…” “Fuck pretty you’re so hot.” “Cute.” “C’mere dollface.” The compliments from the men made you grin wider, almost giggling at all of the attention. Koko then grabbed your wrist gently and pulled you out of Mikey’s arms and toward him before he began to rub his fingertips over the tattoo “You pay for this yourself love?” The long-haired male asked not looking up at you, you merely shook your head with a negative hum “Used your card.” A smile stretched across Koko’s mouth at your words before he pressed a small wet kiss to your pelvis on the ink “Good.” Rindou then reached over and grabbed your other arm, pulling you over to him and into his lap before you could respond to Koko.

His palm was placed directly onto the tattoo as he chuckled in your ear with Haruchiyo and Ran on either side of him chuckling as well “Gonna have fun with this, that’s for sure.” Ran said and Haruchiyo nodded in agreement with a devilish grin on his face, Rindou’s hand slowly drifted into your thong with his fingers trailing down to your clit “This why you wanted to be ass up so bad the other day?” Rindou asked tilting his head, his lips ghosting over yours and of course, when you went to connect them, he pulled away.

As nice as rindou was compared to those monsters, Takeomi, Haruchiyo, and Ran, he could be just as mean well…not exactly as mean.

Haruchiyo’s hand grabbed your chin harshly and he turned your attention toward him “Gotta let me eat this pussy baby…” He said licking his lips and once again, before you could even say anything, you were interrupted. “Who says you get to have ‘er first?” Ran said with a scoff as he put his hand on your leg, it was only adding to the small bit of pleasure his brother was giving to you by circling your clit. Takeomi scoffed as Kakucho just shook his head “She needs someone soft first. You guys will tear her in half.” The scarred-face man said folding his arms across his chest but his words only earned more noises of disapproval.

“Oh please! You’ll end up coddling her anyway.”

“Dollface loves getting split in half right?”

“You’re a bunch of selfish fucks.”

“And you’re not? Don’t act like you didn’t keep her to yourself all day yesterday Koko.”

As the men began to argue, you felt yourself being torn from Rindou’s lap and it seemed no one noticed.

You looked behind you to see the culprit of the action, Mikey. You gave him a small smile as you sat down on his lap but he didn’t return it and just continued to stare at you with his tired eyes “Take them off.” You weren’t really smart but you didn’t have to know rocket science to know what he was referring to. Nervously glancing at the men who were raising their voices at each other fighting over who got to use you first and then back at Mikey who was, surprisingly, waiting patiently. You began to pull the panties from your hips and let them drop to your ankles before stepping out of them staring at the damp spot in them as they lay on the floor useless as they always were.

You went to turn around to face Mikey but he stopped you “Look at them and be quiet.” And you did as you sat back down on his lap but this time, you felt his cock sliding inside of your slick hole making you shiver. You let out the smallest moan but it gained the attention of most people in the room, the people who didn’t hear only looked at you because everyone else went silent and turned to you. “Didn’t I say be quiet? Can’t listen for anything…” The short-haired male whispered in your ear while he held onto your hips.

“Oh shit look,” Ran said pointing at the bulge in your tummy that happened to be angled right where the tattoo was, making it poke out. “Fuck…are you gonna have her all to yourself, Mikey? Shit’s not fair.” Takeomi said letting out a low hiss and Haruchiyo nodded in agreement “Yeah, you told–” “She gotta get her present before her punishment.” Mikey said interrupting the long-haired male as he put his chin on your shoulder to look at you with his dead eyes. You glanced at him nervously, you thought that this would make him less mad at you and stop this ‘punishment’ but I guess not. “Well…shouldn’t that be the other way around?” You asked putting a manicured finger on your lip.

Mikey hummed raising his voice a few octaves to mock you “Well…you’re taking it this way.” His voice returned to normal halfway through his sentence “And stay quiet, we’re still talking. Now get moving, I’ll help after.” Mikey demanded slapping your leg and earning a whine from you but you nodded in agreement before beginning to move slowly with your lips glued shut not trying to let out any noises as all eyes were locked on you. When Mikey cleared his throat, their gaze focused past your form.

Your hands grabbed at Mikey’s skinny thighs as a support line as you heard him open his mouth to speak “Sanzu, Takeomi, I expect you to be professional about this. Do not have a repeat of last time.” It was ridiculous how he could speak so calmly when he was stretching you out. You felt like you were getting torn in half from the way his girthy cock was bullied into your…

It was too hard for you to move when he was stuffed inside of you like this but you kept trying, Mikey would never help you get what you wanted if you didn’t do it by yourself for a bit. That’s something about Mikey you hated! It didn’t matter if he was rewarding you or doing the opposite because he’d make you work for it just for a while until he took over; Mikey didn’t believe in that pillow princess shit, if you wanted something, you were going to work for it but maybe if he was in an extraordinarily good mood…the most he’d do is make you tell him what you wanted in LOTS of detail.

“Yeah, Yeah, I won’t shoot him or anything,” Haruchiyo said folding his arms across his chest with a sigh of annoyance but when he caught the sight of you resisting the strong urge to moan made him grin. He didn’t give a damn about going with Takeomi because of what you did at the club because he still gets to have you every day and see you in that state every time and Kakucho nor Koko could complain about how mean he was being because…well, you deserved it this time.

Haruchiyo looked at you like he wanted to do what Mikey wasn’t: Fuck your brains out and you wanted him too. It didn’t matter if it was him honestly, you just wanted to be taken care of…was that too much to ask? “Haru’...” You mewled looking at Haruchiyo through the mascara-coated lashes that you batted at him in hopes he’d give you what you wanted before Mikey could condemn you for talking. It’s best not to get your hopes up when it comes to him especially because all he did was laugh at you and grab his phone. “Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?” The sano man asked you as your makeup started to smear with you knuckling away the tears in your eyes. Haru was ignoring you and starting to record you in such a vulnerable and pitiful state.

“Yes but–” “Then shut up, it’s as simple as that,” Mikey said interrupting you once again and making it clear that he did not want to hear any of your excuses but you needed him too! It wasn’t fair that he had you sobbing like this while Haruchiyo was busy recording it. He never posted them but he did send them, especially to the guys who had the confidence to text you or give you their number with a text about how you were busy and it was so embarrassing. Haruchiyo just loved to humiliate you even when you were getting a reward. You could only imagine what he would do when it was time for you to be reprimanded.

Haruchiyo turned to Rindou and bumped him with his elbow “Put ‘em in her mouth.” He said gesturing to the thong on the floor and Rindou grinned before leaning down to grab the undergarments. The long-haired brother reached over grabbing your jaw with his hand “Open wide sweetie.” You did as he asked opening your mouth but you were barely able to open it wider before he stuffed them inside of your mouth silencing the pathetic whimpers that were an attempt to get him to pity you so maybe your punishment after this wouldn’t be so bad. You saw that it worked on him a bit but not enough for him to say anything.

“Since you can’t do anything on your own, I guess I’ll just give you what you want,” Mikey said running his hand up your thigh, dragging his fingertips over the tattoo to your scrunched-up dress before snaking his hand under the fabric. His fingers wrapped around your tit squeezing it lazily as he began to man spread forcibly spreading your legs for everyone to see what was between them. His other hand grabbed your hip before bringing you up and slamming you back down on his cock making you whine behind the fabric as hot tears ran down your face messing up your mascara. The black droplets of tears stained your pretty face as Mikey forced you up and down his cock.

You heard his grunts from behind you before they went quiet with his deep breath “I meant what I said. I don’t want no fucking shoot-outs.” Mikey said to the other men in the car. It seemed like you should have stopped at the hideout by now…wait, was the car even moving? You hadn’t even noticed if it had stopped. “Got it.” The voice was familiar but you couldn’t tie an exact face to it. Your eyes were squeezed shut and you were losing yourself in your pleasure already. Haruchiyo was probably having the best time of his life watching you fall apart in Mikey’s grasp and getting it on record.

“Do you? Last time you said that and I had to take funds out of the Bonten portion to pay off the cops because you are an idiot!” That was easily recognizable as Koko’s annoyed voice. Your eyes opened at the feeling of fingers grazing your chin and you were met with the camera of a phone. Your eyes trailed down to see the Sanzu man on his knees grinning up at you, his diamond-shaped scars stretching on the ends of his lips “Uhm, hello? I’m talking to you.” Koko said looking at the pink-haired man annoyed glaring at him whilst the man ignored him and just focused on capturing all of your whining excellence.

Haruchiyo clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth “I don’t give a shit. Pretty girl’s more important than anything you’re talking about.” He said dragging his fingertips over your skin making you shiver into him and Mikey’s touch. You whimpered through the fabric that was dampening from your drool. Koko didn’t respond and only rolled his eyes before relaxing further in his seat to add to the other eyes concentrated on you.

Mikey’s hand ran all over your body “Gonna cum?” He asked lowly in your ear with that baby-talk voice he and everyone else used to mock you but you didn’t care; you only nodded dumbly in response “Uh-huh! Uh-huh!” You screamed and your mumbles were loud enough to be understood by everyone. You began to bounce on your own chasing your orgasm, the back of your thighs slapped loudly against Mikey’s which were much skinner than yours “Yeah?” Mikey asked as Haruchiyo grabbed your panties from your mouth before forcing you to look down at him and not just at the camera.

“Feel so-oh good! Want more!” You moaned loudly glad that your cries were finally being heard. Haruchiyo’s smile widened evilly at your words as he lowered the camera down to take in how you sucked in Mikey with ease “Don’t worry, we’re gonna give you what you want.” Obviously, you didn’t think much of these words. It’s not like you thought much but he was telling you about giving you what you wanted…and that’s all you cared about.

You moaned louder, your sounds becoming more high-pitched as you grew closer to the edge “Cummin’! ‘M cumming!” You squirted all over Mikey’s cock triggering his own orgasm that was unwarranted. You gasped in shock at the warm feeling of him filling you that you were so used to, you felt yourself slipping from not only your thoughts but Mikey’s hands. Mikey didn’t catch you when you began to fall forward and neither did Haruchiyo but Koko (being the closest to you other than those two) did. 

You blinked up at the white-haired man with a blissed-out look on your dirtied face with small sobs escaping your lips that were in a pout. He didn’t say anything and allowed you to climb onto him; when you landed in his lap, your cunt leaking all over his expensive clothes, your arms immediately found their place around his neck “Aw…so sensitive.” Koko said teasingly when you spazzed into his body at the feeling of his hand just grazing over your clit.

“Don’t get too comfortable over there.” Your head turned at the voice and you saw all the eyes that were staring at you now with a hungry look in their eyes like you were their prey. You were and you have learned to accept it but it never failed to make you quake. They were not done with you whatsoever.

“Ah, ran that hurts…” You muttered gripping Mikey’s shoulders tightly as Ran pushed inside your second hole but you couldn’t even do that because Haruchiyo grabbed your hand and Koko grabbed your other so the only support you had was Mikey’s hands on your hips. It was a small burning pain but the pleasure from…everything overtook it by a lot. Whimpers left your messy lips as they manhandled you not caring that Mikey was still inside of you and you were moving all around him. They treated you like you were nothing but a toy for them, yet you found yourself growing wetter at their actions.

Your fingers wrapped around Haruchiyo’s cock with your other hand doing the same thing to Koko “Ah, you’ve taken it here before. You’ll be fine.” The eldest haitani brother responded to you with his hands creating hand-shaped bruises on your hips. Kakucho, who sat closer than before with his cock in his hand, rolled his eyes at Ran’s harsh treatment of you “Could have at least lubed her up, I see why she comes to me all sore.” Kakucho said which only earned chuckles from the other men in the room. You couldn’t even begin to respond to him, you could barely form anything other than moans and whines from how you were being used and pulled in every direction.

Despite this mindset, you saw Rindou stalking over from the side of your eye and your attention turned to him. He sat down in front of you on the seat as you along with Ran and Mikey, who were buried deep into your holes, sat on the floor “Keep your mouth open pretty.” Rindou said beginning to slide his slacks down to pool at his ankles, you did as he asked and opened your mouth wide and it wasn’t long before he shoved himself into your mouth muting your mewls “Tch. Why do I always get left out?” Takeomi questioned taking in the sight of you being stuffed in all holes possible.

Haruchiyo threw his head back as you moved your hand up and down his shaft, his pre spilling all over your hand and your long nails. He tilted his head back to look back at the older man “‘Cos it’s playtime and you’re too old for that.” The mullet-haired man said with a laugh triggering another mini argument between the two of them which no one paid attention to but at least it distracted him from recording you. “So pretty. This color looks so nice wrapped around my dick.” Koko complimented as he slicked his hair back to prevent it from sticking to his forehead which was growing wet with sweat. Koko was so glad he got to pick the color of your nails this time, his pleasure felt so much better knowing that especially because he picked it specifically because of how beautiful it looked around his dick.

You tried to thank him for the compliment but you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of Mikey taking in your nipple in the wet cavern of his mouth; not like he’d be able to hear it anyway…

Mikey took full advantage of your tits being shoved in his face because you attempted to reach Rindou as you sucked him off. Ran groaned as he threw his head back while he continued his strokes deep inside of you “Fuck keep doing thing, she likes that, yeah?” Ran said with his hand snaking around to lie on the moving bulge in your tummy that was right under that tattoo, he’d be sure to pay some extra attention to that later. You weren’t even able to nod because Rindou had a tight hold on your hair as he practically fucked himself down your throat.

“Mmph!” Mikey’s cold hands groped your other tit as the other rested on the fat of your ass, you felt him smile at your muffled moans as he continued to fuck up into your sloppy cunt. Your body shuddered as his mushroom tip grazed over your g-spot “Oh fuck–ngh…pretty, you’re doing so–fucking–good.” Rindou moaned bucking his hips into your mouth slightly, you glanced up at him with teary eyes as makeup continued to run down your face showing your pathetic and slutty state.

Your stomach tightened and your legs nearly clenched together if it wasn’t for Mikey sitting between them as you felt your orgasm coming. “Gonna cum? Yeah?” Mikey said taking his mouth away from your nipple as he grunted at the feeling of you squeezing around him, he had to hold himself back; he had an issue with cumming as soon as you do just because of the feeling. “Mhm! Yeah, Yeah!” You shouted as Rindou yanked your head away from his cock as he began to jerk himself off for a few seconds until he came all over your face only adding to the mess “Ugh! C-Cummin’!” Koko laughed at your sputtering while you bounced up and down on Mikey to work yourself through your orgasm.

“You always cum so easy, don’t you beauty?” Koko asked with a teasing laugh.

You didn’t even respond and just murmured as you kept rocking back and forth because of Ran’s thrusts, he wasn’t letting up until he came and you couldn’t feel it coming yet. “Says you, every time we share ‘er, you cum within seconds.” Haruchiyo added looking back at the white-haired man who breathed heavily “You’re boutta cum right now, aren’t you?” He added making Koko grunt in annoyance, he placed his hand onto yours as you continued to jerk him off.

“Ugh, if you wanna kiss me just say that.” Koko responded with a roll of his eyes and Haruchiyo’s grin widened.

“If you cum easily like a virgin, just say that.” 

“I don’t!”

“Prove it.”

“Shut the hell up, nobody wants to hear you,” Rindou said with a raspy voice as he scooted away from his place on the seat. Dragging himself over to a farther seat to sit there and relax, rindou glared at his co-workers who looked at him and then at each other. Haruchiyo didn’t say anything but his look seemed as if he was challenging Koko and the other man accepted.

Your skin burned at the feeling of Ran’s long fingers digging into your skin as you breathed heavily slumped over onto Mikey’s shoulder. Ran leaned forward and kissed all over your shoulders while his hips continued to snap into your ass faster than before “Gonna give you two loads, ‘kay baby?” Mikey said pushing you off his body so he could look at you, his eyes narrowed at you when you didn’t respond and just mewled while sniffling and it made more globs of tears spew from your eyes as you nodded.

“C’mon love, use your words…taught you better,” Kakucho said as he slid into the empty space that Rindou had currently sat in. “Okay Mikey…” You said glancing up at Kakucho. He always tried his hardest to keep you out of trouble, even if you deserved it. Kakucho’s hand was placed on your head as to congratulate you for being good.

“Fuck, I’m cumming right now,” Ran grumbled as he pounded into your tighter hole harder making you yelp and your back arch. Your arms wrapped around Mikey’s head as you cuddled closer to him, your legs were numb by now but you felt them quake as Ran filled you to the brim and soon Mikey followed. So that’s what he meant by two loads…

Your tongue lolled out at the feeling of being filled up completely while you breathed heavily but your comfort didn't last long because your hands were snatched back and placed back on the cocks you took them away from “Stop playin’ dollface, we’re tryna have a competition here.” Haruchiyo said as he moved your hand around his dick again while Koko tried to resist cumming, he couldn’t let Haruchiyo win another fucking bet. “Sor–ah!” You couldn’t count how many times you’ve been cut off this night from saying anything.

You gave Koko an apologetic look as you winced at the feeling of Ran’s touch leaving your skin after pulling out. That’s what did it to him, there’s no way he can hold back when you’re looking at him like that…so Koko let go and allowed himself to cum all inside of the palm of your hand. You gasped and looked down at your soiled hand as your fingers unwrapped from him. Staring at his burning red tip that was twitching, you smiled a bit before looking back at him “Looks like you lost pretty boy.” Haruchiyo said grunting. You had completely forgotten he was there. “Shut up,” Koko said joining Ran and Rindou who were busy tucking themselves back in and coming down from their high.

Your head turned as you brought your hand to your lips gently licking Koko’s mess from your hand “Hm, haitani already ruined your face…” Haruchiyo said as you glanced up at his phone that was lazily held in his hand, you weren’t even sure if the camera was taking in your filthy form. You wondered what Haruchiyo was going to do next but your thoughts were ripped away when your hand was brought away from your mouth to wrap around yet another cock making you whine. Your arms were almost as sore as your throat, you were getting extremely tired…

“Don’t act all tired now. You can rest all you want after.” Takeomi said with his gruff voice as you began to lazily move your hand around his cock, rubbing your thumb over his tip to tease him a bit. Before you even got to say anything, you felt warm ropes of Haruchiyo’s cum not only landing on the side of your face but in your hair. “Mikey! Haru made a mess in my hair…I paid so much to get it done…” You complained looking at your boyfriend(ish) not paying attention to Ran commenting how he actually paid.

See, Mikey didn’t really give a shit that your hair got fucked up or any of that shit because it was supposed to be a punishment. However…he did not want to deal with you whining to him the whole time after this about your hair, you were already going to be upset about your makeup and your underwear that had been torn to shreds by now and he really did not want to hear this. He never heard the end of it when some of his cum accidentally landed on your hair when he was giving you backshots. “Get away,” Mikey said to Haruchiyo as you wrapped your arms around his neck looking up at Kakucho who looked at you sympathetically.

“Come on Mikey, I’ll buy her a new one or whatever,” Haruchiyo said a tad bit annoyed that he was getting scolded over this. You weren’t really focused on Haruchiyo anymore or what Mikey was telling him, only on Kakucho now that you were facing him and you had discovered that he had been jerking himself off. Well, he wasn’t anymore but he was.

Kakucho’s unused hand went to your head and he pulled apart strands of your hair to see if it was as bad as you thought it was “It’s really bad, right…?” You asked to sniffle and Kakucho grimaced at the sight of Haruchiyo’s seed on the side of your head but he still tried his best to get it out regardless of his disgust “Not that bad. I can help wash it out.” Kakucho told you with a sweet voice. That’s what you liked so much about Kakucho…he was so nice to you no matter what you did wrong.

And you’d never say it aloud because of how jealous most of them would get but Kakucho would be the first person you’d run to in a situation when you know you did something wrong. He was always just so nice to you…he deserved a lot for being such a sweetie all the time! “Thank you…” You muttered as your hand that was free of Koko’s mess trailed up Kakucho’s leg and grabbed him making him stiffen. “Oh, that’s bullshit. How come we have to sit out but Scarface over there still gets his?” Haruchiyo asked with a frown ignoring how Takeomi was glaring daggers into the side of his head. You felt the need to mention how most people in Bonten had scars on their faces but you made your first smart decision not to. They’d probably get offended…

“He’s nice to me.” You said glancing back at the pink-haired man as Mikey sat below you silently, leaning his temple against your bare side. Your whines of sadness instead of pleasure had brought out that soft spot in him and he just wanted to be as close to you as possible. “Sweetie, I don’t give a fuck about that nice shit,” Haruchiyo said rolling his eyes as he snatched whatever Rindou was lighting up. You merely huffed and looked back at Kakucho who stared down at you in all of your glory.

He observed how your body would jolt and the little noises that would leave your throat ever so often maybe because of the lingering pleasure or Mikey moving in the slightest. Either way, your blessed-out expression was so cute, especially with that pout of anger. “Well, I do.” You muttered before beginning to move your hand up and down on Kakucho’s cock while resting your cheek on the top of Mikey’s head.

“O-Oh shit…” Kakucho mewled as he watched as you took him in your mouth, your hand remained around the length that you could not take in. His back arched just slightly at the vibrations that your whines and groans sent to his dick that rose to the pit of his stomach where his orgasm formed. “Mmpfh…” You said lowly as you rocked back and forth to grind on Mikey which just made him even more impatient to get his way with you. He needed Kakucho to hurry and finish.

Kakucho’s large hand found its way to the nape of your neck just resting there as he moaned breathlessly. He resisted the urge to fuck your face because he didn’t really want to but it was just so good that he couldn’t help but crave more. That feeling in the pit of his stomach grew so large that he could barely keep his eyes open anymore but he tried to, he wanted to see those eyes that stared up at him so teary and wet. So beautiful.

He could see how Koko came so easily just from how you looked at him. His ring-clad fingers traveled from the back of your neck to the back of your hair. Running his fingers through the clean strands and gently pulling at it “You’re going so good…shit oh my–” Kakucho’s words were cut off when he came without warning into your mouth making you choke just a bit. Taking him out of your mouth, you stuck your tongue out as you lightly coughed and he gawked at the sight.

Mikey’s hand went from roaming around your back and grasping your hips “You done with her?” The tired male asked in his usual raspy voice and Kakucho confirmed that he was with a puffed-out response. Within a few seconds of Kakucho’s response, Mikey had you on your back on the floor of the car and you grew a bit embarrassed at the eyes on you. They were always there, staring but instead of feeling their gazes, you could actually see them.

The roughness of his fingertips pressing against your love handles made you squirm as you babbled about how he was being so rough. “You know who you belong to, correct?” Mikey asks as he begins to move inside of you with slow strokes. His hands trailed down to your thighs and found their place on the back of them “Uhm, y-yeah…” You replied trying not to moan so you could at least answer him properly. Mikey pushed your thighs up so that they met your chest as he continued to stare at you “So why act like you don’t?” He continued to ask as you groaned at the new angle.

Only babbles left your lips as you insisted that you didn’t act like that and that’s why you got the tattoo but it seemed that no one was buying it. “I mean you were all over that…ugh. So clearly you don’t.” Koko said shrugging his shoulders and you only whined at his words. “How many times do we have to teach you? We know you’re a little dense but you’d think you would learn by now.” Mikey said bluntly watching as you arched your back at the little pleasure he was giving you.

“Mikey…p-please jus-just want more.” You babbled to him as hot tears streamed down your face. Haruchiyo smacked his tongue across the roof of his mouth. This was supposed to be a punishment for you but you were too much of a cockwhore to not want more of what you were given. Haruchiyo had so many more methods for putting you in your place but apparently, he was ‘too harsh’.

Mikey blinked at you and leaned closer to you only getting deeper into your warmth. His lips brushed over the shell of your ear as you waited patiently for him to talk “You’re lucky if I ever let you go out with those fucking friends of yours again, understand?” He whispered to you and you nodded immediately not thinking much of it. “Great then don’t fucking complain later.” The short-haired male said narrowing his eyes at you.

The sano didn’t waste any time to begin thrusting harshly inside of you. The prominent veins on the sides of his cock rubbed against your fleshy walls that were already soaked with his seed “Ugh! F-Feel so g-go–ood!” You shouted dragging out your sentences as you moaned loudly. Your arms wrapped around Mikey’s neck and you clawed at the back of his shirt while trying to contain yourself. Your body moved up and down and even though your eyes were squeezed shut, you could practically see the smirks on the haitani brother’s faces at the sight of your tits bouncing.

They were also probably smiling at the noises that came from Mikey’s cock leaving and entering your soaked cunt. The sounds were so filthy and so wet, it was like music to their ears. One of Mikey’s hands found its place right back on top of your tattoo and he groaned loudly throwing his head back at the feeling of his cock poking through your skin and rubbing against his palm. 

Your walls tightened around him as you felt yourself nearing the edge. “Hold it, I want you to cum with me,” Mikey told you. “No! I-I can’t…” You shouted out as you brought him down to be closer to you. “If you cum before I tell you to, I swear to god you won’t cum for a month.” Mikey threatened making your skin run cold. Mikey was so mean to you sometimes…it wasn’t nice at all!

“I’m s-sorry! Ngh…I won’t–fuck–go with another guy e…ever!” You were barely able to get out a clear sentence as you felt Mikey hit your G-spot. You couldn’t hold it in for long, it just felt so good that you needed to cum now. “Tch. If you can even call it that.” Rindou snickered not taking his eyes off how you couldn’t even close your mouth with how many moans were continuously emptying from your lips. 

Mikey put his face in your neck as his hips sped up, undoubtedly to discolor under the pressure of hitting your thighs. He breathed heavily into your neck occasionally letting out groans with how you pulsed around him eager to cum under his touch and only add to the cum ring that formed around the base of his dick.

He groaned at the feeling of you sucking him deeper than he could possibly imagine. It always happened. No matter how much he thought he couldn’t get deeper inside of you, he did. Mikey loved the feeling of your plush walls hugging his cock tightly and he loved it more when you let out sobs and purrs expressing how much you loved it when he fucked you like that. It only turned him on more.

“Now.” He commanded and just as he pleased, you both came together with your moans swirling with his beautifully. Your back only arched off the floor more at the feeling of him stuffing you full of his cum once again “Uhn…so full.” Your eyes closed as you relaxed against the floor and Mikey’s harsh press of your thighs to your rest softened. Mikey pulled out making you gently wince and peek your eyes open.

The short man sat on the seat of the car before he began to pick you up so you could sit next to him. Mikey stared at you for a moment taking in how pretty you looked with a tear and cum-stained face with small touches of ruined makeup here and there before he went to get your dress from one of the executives. He smiled a the sight of you knowing that he couldn’t stay mad at you for long and of course, you had to make him smile just a bit more with your words and girlish giggles that adorned it. “Nice butt.”

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𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄- 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

—cw: fem!reader, male and female masturbating, fingering, fistfucking, pillowfucking (put me in a cage pls), desperate gojo because i'll never shut up about that. not proofread.

—a/n: i wish his seiyuu had an asmr channel just like nanami's so this drabble would've been longer. enjoy though <33

You're used to stalking the social media of people you go out with. It comes naturally. Well you live alone in this city, and you sure as hell don't want to stumble across a creep with no defense. You never know what's crippling it's way across this sinful city at night. The questionable news reports just added the oil to the fire of your anxiety. So it was natural that tonight, you were stalking another one of your dates. Gojo Satoru. You knew he was pretty popular when those hand had to leave yours to dap or fist bump his peers on your first date. It's almost as if fifty percent of the city knew him, like a celebrity. If he was really so popular, it would be easy to dig up info about him.

That's what led to you eagerly scrolling past his Instagram, flipping through each highlight as if you were a child who just found the greatest comic book.

party,

party,

and parties.

it was like his mantra the way his entire feed was just him dancing under the influence, in outfits too expensive and champagne to rich. He bathed in the luxury and the people around him were pleasuring off the drops sprinkling. So perfect that he had everyone wrapped around his finger. But won't he do the same to you? Overpower you. All those riches and he decided to go out with you, just so he could make you one of his whores, you were sure about that.

"Ugh, fuck it." You groaned, tossing your phone away. "Guess i'll have to use my hand again."

You opened your laptop, went incongnito typing the first letter, but your autocorrect knew better. It's like it has memorised what you do at this hour. But autocorrect works on algorithms so you were sure it's your fault that you visit the site so frequently.

The porn website was open and you clicked on search button, specifically typing "hot men jerking off webcam." It was one of your favorite things to watch.

You scrolled through the popular videos you had already watched maybe a million times. There was a reason they were popular. So you just changed the filter and selected "new to old". After rummaging through some of the boring videos, your eyes landed on the preview of one with the most beautiful cock. longest even. Curiously, you click on it. The video starts with the man rubbing his boner through the boxers. You put a hand inside your panties, and all you want right now is for him to take his boxers off. After a few minutes, he does and his long light peach cock springs out. when he leans back, your eyes do a double take.

is that gojo fucking satoru??

And indeed it was. The man who earlier gave you the rich spoiled misogynistic son vibes was now moaning like a slut, begging his viewers to ride their imaginary pussy. He had zero shame. Although...why didn't you log out?? Why did you not switch to some other video?

Because holy shit he is fistfucking his cock like an animal in heat. The chair is shaking and making squeaking noises but fuck who cares about that. Listen to his moans. His fucking whimpers. He changed his placement and now he was on the bed, had the pillow folded in half only to start ramming his dick into it. God! Is this the real Gojo Satoru? Is this what he is? A camboy whoring his body out. Because he has generational wealth so there's no way he is foung that for money. So the only logical answe is because he is such a fucking pussywhore that his exhibitionist cock only cums when there are others watching it.

Your fingers starts vigorously pumping in your cunt. They weren't long enough to reach and you were actually wishing Satoru was fucking you instead of that pillow because look. Look at that long dick. Look at the pretty flushed tip with his precum glistening. Fuck, how'd he taste on your? Sweet? Sour? But you know it would taste warm and filthy for sure.

The man in the screen increases his pace and so do you, imitating him. you want to cum at the same time. you want to see what his cum looks like on the gray pillowcase. your middle finger starts stimulating your clit even more while Satoru in the screen is now snapping his hips rougly against the bed, in the pillow. you imagine yourself in the position. Prone Bone. Never tried it but if it is what he id doing, then you're sure as hell down. It's the way his thrusts can be heard banging against the wood under the mattress even if there's not skin for his to slap against. compared to what other camboys do, talk about how they're going to ruin your dirty little pussy, gojo's is different. he does say he'll ruin your pussy but it's hotter because it is followed by endless pleas.

"fuck—lemme ruin this pussy—anh! please, yeah? gonna make you feel so good, baby please?" almost as if he is actually fucking someone. and you don't think twice before assuming he is talking to you. It's okay to be delusional sometimes. Specially when his words make you cum so hard, that you are whining at the lack of more girth to clench around. you look at the screen and Satoru came too. And he was whimpering. Like actually whimpering because it felt so good. Hot strings of cum now soaked in the pillow. Shit.

When you come back from the bathroom after washing yourself, you hear a notification. you pick up your phone to find a "Free tomorrow night?" from the same man who indirectly made you cum so hard tonight. And after what you saw today, you would be a fucking idiot to miss a chance like this.

"Yeah, Of course. Can't wait to see you tomorrow."

*Sent*

pick your player! pro-gamer!Geto x roommate!Reader

cw: mdni! post-hangover hookup, morning wood, shower sex

pro-gamer!Geto who wakes up hungover and half-naked, well, completely naked, except for the body draped over his, the warm skin sticking to his chest and face buried into his neck

pro-gamer!Geto who is, uh, a little out of practice when it comes to hookup etiquette, considering the last time he, well, hooked up with anyone was years ago - and he couldn't exactly shoo you out when you lived one room over

pro-gamer!Geto who freezes at the first signs of you stirring, the little tired hmph that leaves your lips before your nose nuzzles against him, one of his hands reflexively pulling you in closer to his chest, your body relaxing as you fell back asleep

pro-gamer!Geto who had forgotten how nice it was to hold someone in his arms - even if it was you he was holding

pro-gamer!Geto who swallows hard when he realizes he's poking you with something harder, his cock straining for relief trapped between his tense abs and your soft body, like it remembered how snugly it fit inside you last night

pro-gamer!Geto who is starting to wonder if you cast a spell on him or something equally insane because the longer he waits, the more convinced he is that it simply won't. go. away!

pro-gamer!Geto whose jaw is locked, eyes scrunched shut and beating back a headache by the time you do wake up, every agonizing shift of your body only teasing his swollen cock more as you yawn and start to stretch

pro-gamer!Geto who is considering putting in his one month notice and moving the second you feel his situation and you actually giggle at him

pro-gamer!Geto who thinks he might be dreaming instead when you press a kiss to his clenched jaw and suggest you help him out in the shower instead - but no, fifteen minutes later, he's holding you up by your hips with your face pressed against the cold tile wall of your shared shower, water droplets beading up and leaving damp trails across your skin as he pounds into you

pro-gamer!Geto who can't help how much he likes hearing his name from your mouth, the pretty moans cut off into broken gasps and desperate whines when he thrusts into the spongy spot he knows you like, leaving hickies down your neck and murmuring half-incoherent honeyed promises of how fucking good you feel

pro-gamer!Geto who feels like he's the one coming undone when you finish first, your pliant body pinned between him and the shower wall with your trembling thighs and cute scrunched up face, barely pulling out in time to cum on your back instead of painting your cervix

pro-gamer!Geto who watches you yawn again, stepping around him to wash all of it off, water pelting your skin and cleaning yourself of him as you scrub the rest of your kiss-stained body with soap

pro-gamer!Geto who would say it was just sex if you asked, but you don't, just hum to yourself and disappear behind your door afterwards (and really, he's not even sure who he'd be trying to convince - you or himself)

one two three four | divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

Toji Fushiguro x cow girl! reader

Content Warning: dub-con, toji often scolds you for being dumb, reader is innocent and dumb, cow hybrid, dumbification, lactation kink, degradation, public humiliation, master/pet relationship, pet play, fell in love, bondage, rough sex, creampie, mating press, non-consensual spanking, (slight) non-consensual milking, jealousy, possessive behavior, mentioned selling you to the farm, mentioned the possibility of non-con (consequences of selling to the farm)

Note: finished! I've been writing for at least a month? at first toji and cow girl were just some stupid and horny thoughts of mine. i didn't expect it to end up being fic. thank you very much to the friends who voted for this fic <3

Summary: after saving you from the farmer, Toji decides to keep you as his personal milk machine.

Minors DNI

All animals that do not belong to humans may become stray animals, not only cats and dogs. During midday news on a TV station, he heard about stray cows. The news anchor reported that some volunteers had brought the cows back to the conservation organization for adoption. They winked innocently and were bottle-fed by volunteers in their arms. But Sorcerer Killer had no interest in helping stray animals, and the stray cow sounded stupid, so he turned off the TV. At that time, Toji was about to set off to complete a commission, and the client wanted him to kill a sorcerer who was in the way and transfer a large sum of money in advance.

The only difficulty in this mission is that the target lives in the countryside. There is no other route. Even though Toji offered a reward, they were unwilling to kill someone who lived in such a remote place. Toji could only take a few hours' train ride to that little village and then blast the target's head off in seconds. He cursed at the customer and the village, planning to buy something before going back to the city. As he passed the paddy fields, he heard some faint cries.

"Moo-moo...!"

This sound is so unusual. Toji turned his head, and sure enough, a bearded middle-aged farmer tied you with twine- your head had a pair of tiny horns and cow ears. Perhaps knowing the fate of being sold, you whimper and struggle, waving the tail off your ass, trying to attack the person who will sell you. Is it a stray cow? The farmer grumbles - oh, he's saying: since you've eaten his fruit, you should be obedient. It seems you have been deceived by humans, thinking that they didn't need anything in return.

Stupid cow girl. He thinks. Looks like you're going to be sold to the farm to be milked and maybe locked up into a pillory and fucked or something.

Speaking of milk.

"Hey." A malicious smile spread across his face. Toji turned sideways and consulted with the farmer. "That one is quite lively. What's the price?"

"Are you a visitor here? When you want to keep a pet cow, there are many things to be careful about." The farmer slapped you roughly on the ass, and then pulled your tail to prevent any kind of run away. In pain, you mooed in a low mood, staring at the bad guys negotiating prices as if there was a lake hidden in your eyes. "But I haven't taught this cow yet. If you need it, we have a lot of obedient cows on our farm..."

"I want this one," Toji pointed at you, "how much?"

After hesitating for a few seconds, the farmer seemed to sincerely quote a price - a large amount, which was not the accepted market price of the cow girl in the pet store. "If you want something cheaper, I'll give you another discount."

"Good." The killer took out a black pistol from the void and loaded it. "Give her to me."

-

The accidental killing didn't ruin his day. After blowing the man a few nice holes, Toji gave you a cold look. You screamed at the sudden blood and gunshots, but you knew there was a good guy in front of you, and you had to repay him. So, after you feel your breathing calm down, you run to him, gently rub against him with the ear above your head, hug his trousers, and try your best to express your gratitude.

"Can't you speak human words?" Toji lowered his head and pulled your horns. You moo in pain, he scoffed. "Stop the fucking mooing. It's fucking stupid. A stupid cow girl."

Your eyes glow with confusion.

"I'm worse than him," the assassin threatened, expecting to see your fear in return. "I'm taking you home now as my personal milk machine. If you dare to escape, I'll sell you to the farm to have babies and milk you, okay?"

You only vaguely understood "home," so a smile spread across your face. You pounce on the master. "Moo!"

"What a stupid cow," he muttered, patting you.

-

Toji buys a return ticket for the train, but he doesn't need to buy another one for you, just a tiny surcharge for bringing a pet - a naive little thing like you, with no status in society.

He holds your hand, and you look around; technology is strange. The train attendant whispered about your cuteness, stroked your head, and gave you dessert. Usually, stray cows are found naked, but you wear a skirt that is not the correct size. He doesn't know if it was given to you by someone or you found it in the garbage, but this one just barely covers your butt. Once you stand on tiptoe, everyone can see your view. But the hostility of the attendant disappeared under the explanation, "this is a newly picked cow." While getting out of the car, one of them reminds him that he has to go and buy new clothes, food, and a bell.

However, the owner is not so kind to you. Once out of the car, Toji scolds you and warns you not to smile at strangers or accept food from them, and you nod a little aggrieved.

Toji doesn't really want to go to the pet hospital, but considering the trouble it will cause later, he still takes you there. In addition, he had heard about some underground hospitals from some customers before, and the prices were much cheaper. When you get to the hospital, you think you're going to be sold, and seriously, you're a little idiot. You whimpered and grabbed his hand, not wanting to leave him. Then in front of everyone's face, you were forcibly stripped naked. The nurse washed you clean and praised you for being a good girl. You were tame during the examination, and the process went smoothly until the doctor pulled out a needle. It was sharp and dangerous to you, and you mooed and cried. Toji puts you on his lap and spanks you before grabbing your tail to finish the injection. Unexpectedly, your health is largely normal, with just a few weeks of recuperation, some vitamins, and medication. It's a miracle considering you've been wandering and hiding all these years. Before leaving, the doctor gave him a meaningful smile and told him that he would only need seven days of care to start milking and two weeks to breed. Of course, most cow girls are spoiled by their masters.

He bought a cowbell that can track your location on the way back. It wobbles with your footsteps, jingles around your neck, reminds those around you that you already have an owner, and sends your location to his phone every minute. It should be humiliating, but you love it, super love it. You think the bell sounds nice and looks shiny, and more importantly, it means you're Toji's cow.

-

Toji raises you with conditions, but you don't understand. A naive calf like you is destined to be ravaged. There are so few words you can learn, though, that you remember his name after hearing it once. The most common thing that comes out of your mouth is "Toji," with matching words to express some simple sentences, such as "Hungry," "Like," and "No."

Toji keeps some cushions in the apartment as a place for you to sleep. At first, you jump onto the bed with him and squeeze into his chest, desperate to be with him. A cow doesn't sleep in a bed; you're just a milk machine. How could he possibly spoil you? Toji puts you back on the cushion and locks the door every time. Even though you whimpered and picked the lock, he wouldn't open the door. After a few days, you understand that this is the master's rule - you sleep peacefully on the soft cushion and grab the cushion for warmth.

You did add a different color to his life. Every morning, you wake up smelling the smell of food. You're usually on the ground, humming and eating a bowl of fruit and veggies, pouting your butt to reveal your cotton panties, and wiggling your cute cow's tail. You also love watching TV. You're scared by the light and sound machine and hide behind him at first, but you'll be watching episodes and animations in front of the screen now. However, cow girls in those shows are constantly bullied by strong and mean guys. Whenever these episodes are played, you always hold his arms tightly like Toji is better than them. When he's not at home, you'll also do some of the easiest jobs, help clean windows and floors, and be a housekeeping calf. You tend to be too hardworking but don't know how to solve complex problems.

In the shower, Toji checks your breasts. You didn't have any milk in your breasts because of a previous life. In the next few days, your breasts gradually became rounder and enlarged a few sizes, so you can imagine the rich stock inside. By the seventh day, your areola is swollen and painful, and you don't need any squeeze, and the white milk has come out of the tip. You whimpered and said "pain" and "milk," asking him for help, wanting to be released.

Obviously, you have become a healthy and lovely cow.

You thought Toji - your master, would help you; however, the first thing he did was tie your hands behind your back and forbid you to have any possibility of touching yourself. Toji tells you it's a necessary preparation, but you don't understand it at all, so you just moo, whine, and endure under his touch.

On the ninth day, the enormous amount of milk stored causes dull pain in your back. What you don't understand is why your lower body is sometimes wet. You check in front of the mirror and see that it's covered in sparkling liquid, and the swollen petals open slightly. Your thighs rub against each other, trying to ease the feeling, but the torment only intensifies when you miss your master.

What Toji sees is just such a lovely scene - you're sitting on the couch sobbing silently, a pair of cow ears shaking, your hands firmly tied behind your back, accentuating the shape of your boobs, and your occasional spill of milk is wetting cloth.

"What's wrong, little idiot?" Toji asked knowingly. Maybe the preparation for milking was enough, but he still wanted to bully you a little more. Your fat tears flow, sniffles, and it's a complete mess. "Pain...it hurts...Toji..."

"Then what do you want me to do? In your words." He guided.

"...I-I don't know..."

"Don't fucking pretend. Tell me what you did to yourself," Toji snapped, feeling the pain in his crotch. You shrunk timidly. "...Sorry! I-I never, Master...I don't know..."

Never been like this? So this is your first milking? You're too fucking sweet to the world and to him.

"You don't know? You're so fucking stupid. I'll teach you now."

Where else could he find such a precious treasure as you? He frees you from your bondage. Before stretching your sore joints, he rips the cloth off your chest. You let out an exclamation, still waiting for the Master's teaching. Under his rubbing, the cream flows from the tip of your chest, bringing some mild electric shocks, and the familiar heat flows back to the lower body.

"This is your milk." His thick fingers dipped in some milk, then shoved them into your stupid mouth, grabbing the soft, wriggling tongue, and the sweet taste spread in your mouth. "Delicious, huh? But only stupid girls keep swollen with milk. From now on, you have to provide milk to the master every day, you know?"

Two days of waiting pushed you to the limit, your mind seemed to melt, and you could only let out some faint moans. In the fog of consciousness, you still miss the master, but he is not satisfied with it. "Answer me." Toji patted your tit casually as a reminder. "...Um...Ah!!...Tojiiiii...!" Unexpectedly, you screamed, arching your back, shaking all over, your toes stretched out, and some milk sprayed onto his chest.

"...You orgasm? cum just by being milked? You're such a mess." Toji snorted. He originally planned to allow you to orgasm while he was fucking you. As punishment, he doesn't wait for you to take a break from your first orgasm; then, he sucks carefully and rubs the other breast roughly. Sweet. It was sweet milk that poured into the mouth, and it was pretty smooth. Toji has never tasted better milk than this, and he knows it's your undiscovered, natural milk. The realization just made him harder - the bulge of his crotch rubbed against your soaked panties.

Still, he doesn't stop there. Your unsolicited orgasm doesn't stop him from fucking you. Toji ripped open your panties. You are again startled by the master's power among the messy whimpers and moans. He pushed aside the soggy fold, found the little clit waiting to be ravaged, and circled it with his thumb.

Like being hit by a sudden spring of lightning, the pleasure spreads from the position of the clitoris. You have never experienced such a feeling. All you can do is scream his name - your master, your beloved master. It's harder for him to hear your clingy mouth repeating his name. He moves his tongue from your milk and flicks the nipple with his finger, another little squirt and screaming - but you haven't orgasmed this time.

His round and thick cock dipped a little liquid and slowly sank into your shrinking wall. A little pain stretched out from the unexplored place, but the overwhelming flood of bliss overshadowed it. This is the master's dick. The one from the master is twitching in your stomach. Is this possible? Comfortable - so comfortable. Master...Toji...you wrap your arms around Toji's neck as his heavy balls slap your ass and your aching ass buried in the sofa. The couch rattles with each rough push, forcing you to moan invitingly petting.

Toji was only going to take care of the need during the milking session, but he enjoyed it so much - the tight little pussy squeezed his cock perfectly as he rammed and ravaged your sensitive flower core. He's now wondering why he didn't fuck you earlier and force you to offer him milk and take away your innocence forever. Really, it would be a waste if you belonged to the farm. Luckily you are his own pet cow. When you're going to be fucked, when you're going to be milked, it's all up to him.

Your eyes are out of focus, and your body is shaking and shaking with the beat of being fucked, muttering his name and words that you don't understand. It seems that you have reached the limit. And his wide cock sinks down to your cervix, stretches your thighs, and keeps pounding relentlessly loud slaps.

"Take it, my stupid girl. I'm going to fill your pussy with cum."

The seeds erupt on your cervix. The warm sensations that take over your core, the realization that your master fills up with cum, makes you spasm around his cock. His balls squeeze against your inside, making sure the twitching wall absorbs every seed drop.

"Toji..." You looked at him innocently, with exhaustion and aftertaste after orgasm.

He stared at your slightly open, lovable lips... and kissed.

-

Life is sweet and comfortable, and with Toji protecting you, you don't have to worry about anything.

Soon after, what Toji ordered arrived. That's a machine specially designed for cowgirls. He locks you in the machine every morning, watching your tits squeezed and the sweet milk pumped out of the transparent pump. That's an evil machine, really. In the process, the device first finds the position of the nipple and then attacks, sucks, and massages your sensitive breasts. Toji takes off your panties and fucks your pussy with fingers while you sob and moo during this process. Depending on his mood, he might fuck you after this or just leave you behind, and he does something else.

Master isn't just bullying you. He actually takes good care of you. Toji makes sure you're always full and sometimes rewards you with a delicious piece of strawberry cake, and you gleefully lick the strawberry juice and cream from his hands. You haven't tried starvation since you came here. Once, Toji took you around a big and beautiful place; you bit his sleeve and wanted a toy, so he bought you a little plush cow. Today, she is your little friend, sleeping and eating with you.

Toji even takes you out. On weekends, Toji puts on collars, bells, and suspenders skirt on you, and you know it's a sign you can play. Before going out, you often jumps upon his chest in excitement to demand the petting. He touches your head and horns.

However, your play is limited to rolling, running, and swinging on the grass. Toji tells you that making friends is terrible because they will put bad ideas into your little head. He takes you away whenever you look envious at the little pets rolling around in the park.

In a peaceful life, there are occasionally some tiny waves. Looking back now, you still hate the guy called "Neighbor." On this day, you follow the master's instructions and go to the kitchen to clean. The doorbell rang as you wiped the walls. Must be the master! All thoughts light up like holiday lights. You happily run to open the door, but it's an unfamiliar face. A man with a kind look.

"…Hello, miss, are you the only one at home? Is Mr. Fushiguro there?" This is a stranger. What should you do? Toji told you what to do, but- but… you don't remember…Your head down, confused. "...means…Toji?"

"That's right. Is he at home?" He smiled and said again after a while. "Um… cow girl, you look cute."

He reached out his hand and gently stroked your cheek. You blink and stare at him, looking a little dull. You have no experience with people, so you don't know how to respond.

"What the fuck are you doing to my pet?"

Familiar and sinister voice, with devastating rage. Master! The neighbor fled after stammering an apology. Your eyes lit up, and you threw yourself into his arms as always, but Toji grabbed you by the horns roughly, like the first day he met you.

-

Pleading is the only thing you can do. A century had passed, but the master's slapping still didn't stop. Toji spreads your legs to maintain your shameful position of exposing your little pussy. You know decent cow girls can dress now, and they only get spanked when they make a mistake - even though you don't understand the complex concept, the humiliation does burn in your heart.

"…Ma-master…I'm sorry! Forgive me…Moo…!!…It hurts…"

The skirt and panties have been brought down to your knees to ensure there are no coverings to mitigate the penalty. Stern slaps are waving, and a blistering and painful sensation is burning your cheeks. "Fucking little slut." He stopped, fingering your pussy. "How did I tell you? Don't talk to strangers. Where did you put my words? Do you want to be fucked by a man you don't know? Is that so?"

You sniffed and shook your head. Fear freezes inside you as soon as you think of someone other than Toji doing that to you.

"Do what you want. I don't care. Get out of here."

You grabbed his trousers and begged for forgiveness, with little promises of loyalty in your mouth. Despite this, the master ignored it and gave you a stern look before slamming the room's door.

-

You squatted in front of the master's room and sobbed, burying your face in your knees, still aching in your ass covered by the pretty little skirt. You do not care. Your mind is full of how to get Toji's forgiveness. As soon as you think that he may never forgive you or throw you out of the house, there is a strange feeling in your heart.

Is it pain? You stroked your chest, nothing happened here, but you felt the pain, like a tangled stuffed toy, like you accidentally touched the hot water in the kitchen. More than pain, more than that…

The TV in the living room has not been turned off. Toji sets program reminders for you to automatically switch channels as soon as your favorite show's broadcast time arrives. You don't want to watch it right now…but one of the character's lines catches your attention-

"…Why-why…you always bully me…."

You stared at the TV with tears in your eyes. It was a crying cow girl next to her bully. You hate that guy; that's the bad guy! For some reason, the guy didn't lift her skirt as usual to show others.

"…Okay, don't cry…." The man said uncomfortably. "…Because, because I like you…you're so cute…I can't help but want to bully you…."

...Like.

You covered your restless chest, is this feeling called "like"? Right. You like the master. Your master. Toji.

-

The knocking stopped gradually. You little idiot, you don't even know why he's jealous. His favoring and punishing you mean nothing at all.

Toji opens the door, intending to prepare dinner for you and re-discipline you, but when he searches the whole house and can't find you, he gritted his teeth - where did you go? You are an obedient calf who never tries to go out on your own. Damn, he shouldn't be mad at you. You probably thought you were going to be thrown away.

He took out his mobile phone from cursed spirit's mouth to check the location information, but you didn't wear a bell this time. Where did you go? Park. Playground. Supermarket. There is no trace of you in these places. He's starting to feel like you've been kidnapped. Little things like you. The result of being caught is being milked by that kind of perverted farm.

These all explain why when Toji finally finds you in the back garden of his house, he wants to put you on his lap again. And you, not knowing how much trouble you have caused your master, just stuffed him with the hidden strawberry, which is your treasure. He knew what happened to the mysteriously disappearing fruits at home now.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He doesn't mind showing all the neighbors seeing you get spanked now.

"…This is a gift…." You didn't dare to look at him. "…Don't be mad…and…I like you…I like-like the master…."

"…I like Toji…."

Toji was silent for a while, then took your bag of strawberries, which were a little rotten. What's the use of hiding? You really are a fool. He raises you with the other hand, you sit on his arm, and you just wink innocently.

"Okay, but these are no longer edible. Shall we prepare your dinner now, pretty girl?"

-

A few nights later, you rubbed your eyes and prepared to sleep obediently, but the master stopped you.

"Hey, princess, didn't you say you want to sleep in the bed? Come up."

With starlight in your eyes, you jumped onto the bed excitedly. Soft. It's softer than you've ever experienced and has the faint scent of your master. You snuggle tightly to Toji's chest, talking to him about your chores, and he compliments you on how good a girl you are. You giggled, feeling like you've had a good dream.

Sometimes, Toji recalls the day he met you. He lied to you then, and he lied to himself. He didn't want a milk machine. He thinks you look cute and doesn't want you to be caught by that scumbag. Sometimes, he wonders what his life would be like if he never took that commission and never found out about your existence, and then he will find out how much you have changed his life. He couldn't say those words when he faced you, and then he called you stupid. Although he doesn't want to admit it, you are his favorite cow girl.

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“after hours” | bonten men x reader

one-shot 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: as a bonten executive, y/n treats hooking up with bonten men after meetings like just another part of the job—routine, effortless, and far too easy to stop.

characters: manjiro “mikey” sano, haruchiyo sanzu, ran haitani, rindou haitani, hajime kokonoi, fem!reader

warnings: smut (18+), explicit sexual content, multiple partners, rough sex, anal sex, semi-public sex, spanking, spitting, cumplay, hair pulling, degradation, choking, dirty talk, objectification, power imbalance, manipulation, possessiveness, markings, orgasm control, overstimulation, light humiliation, drug usage, alcohol usage, smoking, non-consensual image sharing, mean sanzu, reader being a bitch, bonten men being menaces, toxic dynamics, dubious consent (consensual but with coercive undertones), exhibitionism (y/n being watched), implied criminal activity, unsafe situations, minor aftercare but mostly neglect, mild sadism, and very filthy vibe.

notes: wrote this out of nowhere tbh. this is very flithy. i also wanna say that i really think the haitani brothers are sweet when it comes to their girl (sometimes) and not the manipulative womanizer type, but that’s just my hc (is it canon? idk!). and please, i’ve written every content warning i could think of (i’m considerate like that), so please read at your own risk. again, this is flithy. anyway, enjoy! credits to the fanart i used above.

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the private lounge smelled of expensive liquor, sweat, and sin. dim lights cast shadows over the leather couches, the sound of bass thumping through the floors beneath them. it was routine now—business first, then pleasure. bonten’s little after-meeting tradition. drinking, getting high, and letting loose like they owned the world. because, well, they did.

y/n lounged beside ran, her legs draped over his lap, glass in hand, his arm snug around her waist like she belonged there. and she did—at least for tonight. she took a sip, the burn of alcohol making her hum before her eyes flickered to kakucho, who was already standing.

“c’mon, kakucho, you’ve never joined our after-meeting sessions.” she tilted her head, pouting before smirking. “i’ll let you play with my tits.” then she drank, the ice clinking against the glass.

kakucho exhaled sharply. “fuck off, y/n. i’m going.”

she clicked her tongue. “boo. god, you’re so boring.”

he ignored her completely, turning to mocchi and takeomi. “c’mon, we have to take care of the clients.”

y/n groaned, rolling her eyes as she leaned further into ran. “you too, mocchi? takeomi?” she huffed, fingers tapping against the rim of her glass before she suddenly grinned. “ugh, fine, go ahead. you just missed a chance of getting a free blowjob!” her voice rang through the room, teasing, shameless.

the three of them didn’t even flinch. used to her mouth, to the filth that spilled from it like it was a normal thing to say. kakucho shut the door without looking back, and y/n simply scoffed before taking another sip.

not like she had sex with everyone… well. okay, maybe something did happen between her and the haitani brothers. and sanzu. and even… mikey. but it was casual. nothing that could affect their work at bonten. just a way to blow off steam, to release tension in the most primal way possible. they were just having fun.

“why don’t you blow me instead, y/n?” sanzu’s voice cut through the music, lazy and dripping in amusement. “i’ll fuck that pretty mouth of yours so you’ll finally shut the fuck up.” a smirk played on his lips as ran and rindou chuckled beside him.

y/n turned to glare at sanzu, already flipping him off before she suddenly gasped dramatically.

“mikey!!!” she whined, pushing off ran’s lap and making her way to the man sitting at the head of the lounge. she plopped down onto his lap, arms wrapping around his neck as she buried her face against his shoulder. “they’re ganging up on me again.”

mikey didn’t react. barely spared her a glance as he pulled a cigarette from his pack, tucking it between his lips.

but don’t get it wrong. y/n was his favorite. she got the special princess treatment—more than anyone else in bonten. sure, she was a little unhinged, maybe even on sanzu’s level, but that’s what made mikey keep her around. the smartest of them all. she kills just like sanzu. no remorse.

and without thinking, as if her body had memorized the action, she reached into the pocket of her blazer, flicked her lighter open, and brought the flame to the end of mikey’s cigarette.

mikey inhaled, the tip burning red, before exhaling a slow stream of smoke.

the lounge was drowning in smoke and sin, the bass-heavy music vibrating through the floor. drinks kept pouring, the air thick with the scent of liquor and something dangerously indulgent.

then koko spoke up, tossing a small package onto the table. “here’s the one you wanted, sanzu.”

sanzu’s eyes lit up as he snatched it, tearing it open with practiced ease. “finally. some good fucking shit after dealing with those annoying-ass clients.”

he poured the fine powder onto the glass table, leaning in to take his share. the rush was instant, his pupils dilating as he let out a satisfied sigh. “fuck. that hit nice.” he turned to ran, waving a hand toward the powder. “try this. better than last time.”

ran didn’t need to be told twice. he leaned down, did the same, and so did the rest of them.

glasses clinked, slurred cheers filled the air. everyone was too high, too drunk, too far gone.

y/n swayed with the music, lost in the haze, her body moving on instinct. she pressed back against ran, rolling her hips as his hands found her waist, his breath hot against her neck.

she should slow down.

she was too high for this.

but fuck it.

pushing off ran, she stumbled toward the table, dropping to her knees as she reached for another line of powder—

only to have her head yanked back by a fist in her hair.

“enough of that, princess. try this instead.”

sanzu’s voice was a slow drawl, and before she could react, he slipped a pill between her lips, fingers pressing against her tongue.

y/n didn’t even flinch. she held his gaze as she sucked on them, slow and teasing, letting her tongue drag along his fingers before finally swallowing. then she stuck her tongue out, showing him the evidence, eyes dark with amusement.

“did you just get hard from me kneeling in front of you?” she taunted, lips curling into a smirk.

his grip on her hair tightened in an instant.

“fuckin’ brat.”

before she could blink, he yanked her up, shoving her backward—straight into rindou.

“shit.” rindou caught her with ease, her back pressed against his chest, his hands settling low on her hips. she could feel the way his breath hitched, the way his fingers twitched against the fabric of her dress.

sanzu’s grin was sharp, eyes blown wide. “and so what if i’m hard just looking at you?” his voice was low, edged with something dark. “you’re practically a walking sex toy.”

his fingers traced the inside of her thigh, slow, deliberate—

but y/n slapped his hand away without hesitation, shooting him a glare.

then she raised her middle finger at him, smirking. “get out of my sight, haru.”

sanzu just chuckled, dropping onto the couch with his legs spread wide, licking his teeth.

the heat in the room was suffocating, a mix of smoke, alcohol, and the lingering haze of ecstasy.

“fuck, it’s getting hot,” y/n muttered, slipping off her blazer, revealing the curve-hugging dress beneath.

rindou was quick to help, fingers grazing her bare shoulders as he pressed lazy kisses along her skin. his hands moved lower, squeezing her tits without hesitation. she barely reacted—she was used to this by now. at least with them. the haitani brothers and sanzu had a habit of touching her whenever they pleased. during meetings, in passing, anywhere they wanted.

ran grabbed a bottle of whiskey, his grin sharp as he gripped her jaw. without warning, he tilted the bottle, pouring the liquor past her lips. she swallowed what she could, but the excess spilled, running down her chin, soaking into her dress.

he chuckled, taking a swig himself before leaning in to lick the trail of whiskey from her neck, down to the exposed curve of her cleavage.

“fuck, ran…” the sensation sent a shiver down her spine, a moan slipping out before she could stop it.

her hands found his face, pulling him inches from hers, eyes dark with something dangerous. “you ruined my dress.”

ran’s tongue flicked over his lips, gaze burning. “if i get to fuck this body, i’d gladly ruin all your clothes.” his fingers trailed up her thighs, teasing, promising.

rindou’s grip tightened on her chest, his other hand slipping lower, brushing over the damp fabric between her legs. “shit, y/n, you’re already so fucking wet.”

before she could respond, ran hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her thighs. with a smirk, he tucked the flimsy fabric into his pocket, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

her breath hitched as rindou’s fingers pressed against her, rubbing slow circles over her core before one slipped inside, stretching her with ease.

“ugh… rindou…” her hips moved on instinct, grinding against his touch, her fingers tangling in his hair. rindou groaned against her neck, rutting against her from behind.

ran pushed her dress higher, his eyes darkening at the sight.

“rin, more, please…” her voice was a breathy whimper.

but before rindou could give her what she wanted, sanzu shoved ran aside took his place.

“move over, greedy fucks.” his grin was wicked as his fingers plunged inside her without warning, matching rindou’s pace.

they weren’t in sync. they didn’t care. her pleasure wasn’t the point—just the filth of it all, the way they could have her, touch her, ruin her. they were already fucked in the head. what was a little more filth?

ran, scowling from the side, ran a hand through his hair. “fuck you, man. we’re all horny here. at least share the fucking pussy.”

sanzu ignored him, curling his fingers deeper, faster, rindou doing the same.

ran had enough. he knelt between y/n’s legs, tongue flicking over her clit, adding another layer of sensation that had her gasping.

“fuck… slow down… ugh… m-mikey… want you too…” her grip tightened—one hand fisting ran’s hair, the other clutching sanzu’s wrist.

rindou’s hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her dizzy. his tongue dragged over her cheek, hot and possessive, while sanzu spit onto her chest, watching it glisten against her skin.

koko, who had been uninterested up until now, finally scoffed, shaking his head. “damn, y/n. didn’t know you were this much of a slut.”

he stood, grabbed the whiskey bottle, and took a slow swig, his sharp eyes lingering on the filthy sight before him. with a dark chuckle, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, exhaling a satisfied sigh—like he was merely indulging in a show put on for his amusement.

she barely heard him. the pleasure was too much, too consuming. her body tensed, and with one last sharp cry, she came, soaking the hands still working her open.

ran didn’t hesitate. he shoved sanzu, grabbing her thighs and pulling her to his mouth, licking up every drop of her release.

“ran, fuck…” she whined, tugging at his hair.

he groaned against her, the vibrations making her jolt. he gave her one last slow lick before pulling back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“shit, this will always be the best pussy i’ve ever tasted.”

y/n grinned, pulling him close again, cupping his jaw before pressing her lips to his.

out of all the men in bonten, it was different with the haitani brothers. whether it was ran or rindou, their touch always felt possessive. they weren’t just fucking her. they were claiming her. and they didn’t do that with just anyone.

ran pulled back, smirking. “gonna take a break for a bit, y/n. need some good shit first.” he gestured toward the drugs. “i’ll fuck you later.”

y/n bit her lip, grinning. “i’ll be waiting for your cock deep inside me.”

y/n leaned back against rindou’s chest, hiding her face against his neck, breath still uneven. rindou didn’t react much—just took a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up while letting her rest against him. the room was still thick with heat, the air buzzing with something filthy, something intoxicating.

“boss, you just gonna sit there and watch?” sanzu suddenly asked, his voice dripping with amusement. he turned his head toward mikey, who had been silent the entire time, observing from his seat. “wanna fuck her first?”

mikey exhaled slowly, picking up his cigarette from the ashtray. “make her a mess for me.”

sanzu’s grin was wicked. “you heard him, y/n. i’m gonna make a mess out of you. that means i’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy until my cum is oozing out of your fucking cunt.”

y/n shot him a glare. “can’t you just fuck someone else downstairs? you always go hard on me.”

sanzu leaned in, his nose brushing against hers, his voice dropping. “but you like it when i’m rough, right?”

her lips curled into a smirk. “right.”

the next second, their mouths crashed together, the kiss deep, hungry, desperate. sanzu groaned into her mouth, gripping the back of her neck to pull her closer, tongues tangling in a fight for dominance.

rindou, still smoking behind her, didn’t even flinch. he didn’t care—just let her grind against him as he exhaled a slow cloud of smoke.

between kisses, sanzu muttered, “wanna feel your mouth, but i’m already too fucking hard to wait.”

with that, he unbuckled his belt, freeing his cock, and y/n wrapped her fingers around him, sliding his length along her soaked slit, teasing.

“bitch, you really like to tease, huh?” sanzu growled.

before she could respond, he thrust inside her without warning, pulling a sharp, loud moan from her throat.

“haru—!”

but before the sound could echo, rindou clamped a hand over her mouth, his lips brushing against her ear as he muttered lazily, “shhh… i’m trying to remember something, y/n. don’t be too loud.”

as if sanzu wasn’t already fucking her into oblivion, as if he wasn’t buried to the hilt inside her, stretching her open like he owned her.

“haru, god—right there, right there!” y/n gasped, nails digging into sanzu’s arms as he fucked into her, relentless and precise. sometimes, sanzu was considerate. sometimes.

rindou, who had been watching behind her, finally leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “you can take another one, right?” his voice was low, taunting. “just like how you were when ran and i fucked you?”

her head lolled back against his shoulder, body already trembling. “gonna be too much, rin,” she mumbled, barely able to form the words.

rindou wasn’t having it. “i don’t care.”

before she could even process it, he was lifting her up slightly, adjusting her onto his lap. the sound of his belt unbuckling was the only warning she got before he spit into his palm, lazily coating his cock before pressing it against her.

“riiiiiin!!” her voice broke into a sob as he pushed inside, stretching her open with no real prep. she wasn’t ready for it, not after how deep sanzu had already been, but rindou wasn’t in the mood to wait.

he snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt.

a tear slipped down her cheek. sanzu caught it before it could fall completely, gripping her jaw and pressing her cheeks together. “not so tough now, are we?”

her only response was to clench down around him, intentionally squeezing sanzu’s cock.

“fuck, y/n…” sanzu groaned, eyes rolling back for a second before he fucked into her harder.

rindou, ever so casual, took a long drag from his cigarette, lazily exhaling smoke into the air. when he finally finished, ran—who had been watching the whole time—wordlessly reached over, taking the cigarette from his brother like it was second nature.

rindou’s now free hands slid over y/n’s chest, groping her as he thrusted up into her. sanzu, on the verge of cumming, pulled out just in time, stroking himself over her skin.

“wanna paint you with my cum,” he muttered, and then, with a few jerks, he spilled over her tits, the warm mess dripping down her body as rindou continued fucking her.

“ew, man, fuck you. your cum got on my hand,” rindou complained, though he didn’t slow down in the slightest.

sanzu only chuckled, licking his lips as he admired the sight in front of him—y/n, covered in his cum, still getting wrecked on rindou’s cock.

he was already getting hard again, tempted to go another round, but before he could even open his mouth, ran stretched out from where he was sitting and drawled, “oi, it’s my turn.”

sanzu clicked his tongue but didn’t argue, adjusting his pants before plopping down on the couch beside rindou, who was still fucking into y/n like he had all the time in the world. sanzu grabbed himself a drink, smirking as he watched.

rindou’s fingers, still slick with sanzu’s release, smeared the mess onto y/n’s dress. “clean it up,” he murmured, bringing his fingers to her lips. obediently, she parted them, tongue gliding over his digits, licking up the filth.

ran watched with a smirk, his gaze dark. “rin, want her on all fours.”

without hesitation, rindou pulled out of y/n, leaving her empty and whimpering. a strong but measured push sent her toward ran, who caught her with ease.

rindou kneeled on the couch beside them, while ran—ever the gentleman, at least to her—helped y/n into position. with slow, teasing fingers, he unzipped her dress, grazing her bare skin before peeling the fabric off her trembling body. soft kisses trailed down her spine, sending shivers through her.

“mmm, ran…” y/n whimpered, her voice breathy.

he chuckled, the sound dark, as he unbuckled his belt and freed his cock. the teasing didn’t last long—ran lined himself up and rubbed his tip against her slick folds. behind her, rindou’s voice cut through the haze. “stick out your tongue.”

she obeyed instantly, lips parting, and rindou tapped his cock against her tongue, smearing precum along her lips.

ran, usually so composed, wasn’t gentle when he finally sank into her. his control shattered the moment her tight heat clenched around him, and he slammed into her with a force that had her crying out. he wasn’t sweet now. he was fucking her like a man starved, like she was something to ruin.

“fuck, you’re squeezing me so good,” he groaned, punctuating his words with sharp thrusts.

the rhythm of his movements rocked her forward, and rindou was quick to take advantage. fingers twisting in her hair, he yanked her head back just enough to keep her still. “keep your head still, y/n.”

then he shoved his cock past her lips.

rindou was rough, using her mouth like a toy, fucking her throat with no regard for how she choked and gagged around him. “wanna go all the way in,” he muttered, shoving deeper, groaning as she struggled to breathe. drool spilled from her lips, dripping down her chin in messy, glistening strings.

“look at you,” rindou taunted, his grip tightening in her hair. “so fucking messy and pathetic for us.”

y/n whimpered around him, and rindou groaned at the vibrations against her throat. ran’s hand snaked between her legs, fingers finding her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles. the added pleasure had her legs shaking beneath him.

rindou, already on edge, cursed under his breath. “shit, y/n—gonna cum.”

with a few more thrusts, he spilled into her mouth, the warm, bitter taste coating her tongue. some dripped past her lips, but rindou wasn’t having that. with his thumb, he scooped up the mess, pressing it back against her lips.

“swallow it for me, baby.”

her lips wrapped around his thumb, sucking obediently as she swallowed every drop.

rindou’s expression softened slightly, fingers brushing over her cheek. when she instinctively leaned into his touch, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head before pulling away to fix himself.

but ran wasn’t done yet.

ran, the only one still fucking her, suddenly grabbed her arm, pulling her flush against his chest. his other hand slipped between her legs, fingers rubbing slow circles against her swollen clit. his arm caged around her neck, keeping her in place as he buried his face against her heated skin, groaning into the curve of her shoulder.

“fuck, y/n. you’re so wet, you feel how i’m sliding easily in you right now?” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. ran was drunk on her—on the way her body swallowed him up, on the way she clenched around him like she never wanted to let go. “you’re sucking me in so good. like your pussy doesn’t wanna let me go.”

y/n arched her back, head falling onto ran’s shoulder as her mind clouded with nothing but pleasure. he fucked her so good—better than anyone. he knew exactly how to make her fall apart, how to tease, how to make her melt. unlike sanzu, who only cared about chasing his own high, ran knew how to take his time. how to ruin her just right.

his thrusts grew rougher, more erratic, his pace faltering as he neared his end. y/n could feel it. she was close, too.

chasing her own release, she turned her head, lips brushing against his neck. her tongue darted out, licking, kissing, sucking at the sensitive skin, and ran groaned deep from his chest. neither of them cared that the others were still in the room, too lost in the moment, too caught up in the pleasure of it all.

y/n’s moans came louder, sharper, and ran cursed under his breath, snapping his hips harder, faster.

without warning, pleasure surged through her, and she came, her walls pulsing tight around ran’s cock. the sensation dragged him under with her, his grip on her waist tightening as he gritted out, “shit, y/n… wanna fill you up. fuck—ugh, fuck—”

his hips stuttered, cock twitching, before he finally spilled inside her, warmth flooding deep. he rocked into her a few more times, slower now, riding out the pleasure.

y/n gasped for breath, body slumping against ran as exhaustion settled over her. he carefully pulled out, hands steadying her as he helped her plop onto the couch, her body spent. she laid there, stomach flat against the cushions, trying to pull herself together.

ran tucked himself back into his pants, grabbing a cigarette from his pocket. he lit it, exhaling smoke as he sat beside her. she barely stirred, too exhausted to move. instead, she lazily turned her head, resting it on his lap. still naked. still messy.

sanzu, the crazy bastard he was, grinned. he crouched beside y/n, pulling out a small packet of powder and pouring it down the curve of her back. then, with no warning, he leaned in and licked it off.

no one reacted. they were used to sanzu’s antics by now. y/n barely flinched, too tired to care.

but sanzu wasn’t done. he grabbed his phone, angling it just right. the screen flashed.

he smirked down at the picture—y/n, naked, messy, cum still dripping from her thighs. with a few taps, he sent it to their group chat.

his next message tagged the three who left earlier.

sanzu: what y’all missed out on.

the replies were instant.

takeomi: man, should’ve stayed there. kakucho, this is your fault.

kakucho: 👍

mocchi: fuck??

sanzu laughed, tossing his phone aside. he plopped down on the floor, resting his head against y/n’s ass like she was nothing more than a pillow.

he sighed in content, then turned to koko. “aren’t you gonna try her?”

koko scoffed. “i’m good, man. don’t wanna stick my dick where all your dicks just went.”

sanzu only shrugged. “your loss. this is literally the best pussy i’ve ever had. heaven.”

the room settled into a lazy silence. some were high, some were drunk, and some were simply too tired to move.

then sanzu broke the quiet again. “boss, your turn now?”

mikey had been there the whole time, watching from the shadows, unreadable as always. he finally stood, eyes cold.

“dress her up,” he ordered. “we’re going home.”

sanzu smirked. “you guys heard the boss.”

y/n whined, face still buried in ran’s lap. “but mikey… i’m too tired.” her pout was audible. “this is the first time you guys all went at me together. that’s not fair.”

sanzu rolled his eyes, already tired of her bratty attitude. “who do you think you are, not following boss’ orders? get up.”

he grabbed her, yanking her away from ran. their faces were inches apart now.

“i should’ve fucked mikey instead of you,” she huffed, eyes narrowing.

sanzu’s grip tightened on her ass, pulling her closer. “don’t act like you weren’t moaning like a bitch in heat earlier for me.”

before y/n could snap back, mikey’s voice cut through the tension.

“enough.”

sanzu let go.

rindou, quieter than the rest, grabbed her dress, helping her slip it back on. his fingers brushed over her shoulders, lips pressing soft kisses against her skin. a rare moment of tenderness.

y/n sighed, a small smile tugging at her lips.

mikey didn’t say another word. he turned on his heel, walking out without a goodbye.

y/n barely managed to stand, legs shaking, but she pushed herself to the door. “bye, boys!”

no one answered.

she followed mikey outside, slipping into the passenger seat of his car.

oh, she was in for a long night.