Game Over?

YOUR TEETH IN MY NECK | ARMIN ARLERT.

➳ synopsis. you’re new to the university and already struggling with classes. it’s a good thing your ‘friendly’ classmate, armin, offers to help. where would you be without him?

➳ contains. bimbo!reader, nerd!armin, college au, filthy praise/degradation, slight fear play, manipulation, condescension, voyeurism, sadism (if you squint), lying, library sex, slight dubcon, creampie, perverted behavior, unprotected sex, 18+ mdni.

➳ word count. 3,576

the vacant corridor felt like a slew of mazes as you tread along the unfamiliar path, keeping your eyes up above the many doors you passed in search for the name of your teacher that was brazenly written on your schedule. it was bad enough that it was your first day of school but to make matters worse, you also transferred in the middle of the semester.

when the recognizable name, paired with the room number came into your line of sight on the dark oak sign bolted into the wall, you slowly opened the door, certain that this was the class you were supposed to be in.

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Tw- reader is his secretary n wife!!! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ not proofread :p

Thinking about CEO Nanami fucking his hot ribbons of cum further into his secretary wife’s cunt. :3 Your upper half is craning over his polished work desk and your limbs are shaking and strained from being crammed in the same position for so fucking long.

Your once well-ironed pencil skirt is now bunched up around your waist and the pristine buttons of your white blouse struggle to contain the ripe swell of your breasts that's smushed and spilling out onto his important documents— exposing all the purple hickeys and love marks that he imprinted on you earlier for the whole world to see.

His once orderly combed golden blonde hair is now in disarray, matted with damped sweat and his bangs fell across his hazel eyes, hindering his vision as he struggled to keep up his vigorous pace— he teetered on the verge of losing his mind as he feverishly gazed down at the sight of his creamy pool of cum threatening to spill from your stretched-out hole.

Streams of his milky sperm are trailing down your tender thighs, glistening under the ambient light and pooling on the sleek marble floor. As his swollen cockhead nudges the remnants of his release deeper into the depths of your womb and stroking your overstimulated walls to the verge of tears.

You let out a high-pitched whine in response to the overwhelming overstimulation following your blissful and toe-curling orgasm just from a minute ago.

You desperately tried to wiggle your hips to detach yourself from his toned pelvis in an attempt to break free from his harsh hold which only earned you a burly groan from the blonde because of your sudden movements making his sensitive shaft drowning deeper into the tight depths of your drooling cunny. And it was obviously no use because of his unyielding grip on the sides of your ass cheeks that was leaving you trapped in his powerful grasp.

“Kennn…sir! What if someone sees—“You fussed worriedly, your heart racing as you quickly realized the precariousness of the situation. Anyone could open the door at any moment and witness their usually dignified and honorable boss entangled in such a disheveled and scandalous scene— his slacks shamelessly pulled down his ankles while he was slamming his hefty shaft and stretching out his wife's pretty cunt like a possessed madman. He’s like a whole different person this way.

You're seemingly trying your best to hold onto the desk for dear life as he frantically pounds your aching cunt with an intense rhythm, causing your tummy to press hard against the unforgiving surface and making it a challenge to keep your balance and remain upright because of how sore you are.

“Then I’ll fucking fire them, no one is stopping me from breeding my wife’s pretty pussy.” he babbled stupidly. “Can’t wait to have cute little blonde babies with your gorgeous eyes running around, darling”. His voice dripped with possessiveness and was raw with desire as he eagerly expressed his anticipation for starting a family with you. :(

You immediately whimpered at his intriguing words, your body betrays you and somehow you don’t even give a fuck about anyone seeing when you were arching your back deeper against him and pressing your chest further into the cool surface of the desk as you took the rest of his relentless pounding.

The sensation of his heavy balls rubbing against your puffy clit with each forceful thrust was practically sending you spiraling into another orgasm. He leaned over you— pressing his weight into your supple form, showering your back with a trail of fervent kisses. “You’re mine, all mine” he declared with a deep growl, his breath quickening as his throbbing cock pulsated against your slick, tight walls.

And then when you’re approaching your next orgasm, he’s babbling a bunch of shit you never even expected to hear escaping from Kento's lips. Telling you “cum for me again sweetheart, let everyone hear how fucking slutty my sweet submissive wife is”.

You made a split-second decision to glance over your shoulder and caught a glimpse of how fucked out and messy Kento looked with his tie askew, his chiseled face flushed, and beads of sweat glistening everywhere. Maybe your husband is losing his mind after all.

❝ i'm already yours ❞

summary: megumi learns to be honest with you and tell you what he wants.

featuring... megumi fushiguro

content warning: MDNI (18+), afab!reader, angst, fluff, some rude guy (ino slander im SORRY), mentions of alcohol, mentions of megumi's ex, fighting, megumi still being emotionally stunted but hes learning, ozawa x itadori mentions, maki x yuta mentions, nobara is a menace, megumi being such a cute lil baby, swearing, smutttt, fingering, mirror sex, missionary, p in v sex, loss of virginity, belly bulge, unprotected sex (dont do that!), pulling-out method, subspace a bit, squirting, aftercare!!

word count: 9.3k

author's note: oh BABY, this one GOOOOOD

chapter one

Megumi Fushiguro is starting to really like you.

Like, more than just ‘like-like’, as you so eloquently put it those few months ago while lying naked in his bed. Megumi’s heart races at the sight of you. Granted, that has always been the case but he’s starting to think about you all the time.

You still sleep in your separate rooms, though you’ll occasionally sneak into his room in the late hours of the night holding your pillow and softly chanting ‘sleepover’. And Megumi’s heart just swells, moving aside in his tiny single bed to make room for you to curl into his side, your leg thrown over his waist and your hand clutching his shirt.

You are his first thought every morning.

Whether you’re still sleeping beside him, cooking breakfast, doing your makeup in your room or already at work or college; you are all he thinks about. Most of the time he thinks about good things, but sometimes he thinks about the not-so-good things. 

Like if you’re getting tired of him.

Or if you think he’s too possessive or too clingy or too needy or too much–

“I’m home!” you exclaim from the front door. You have your hands full holding take-out bags, your apron still tied around your waist (Megumi pictures you walking around in public still wearing the brown-coloured apron with the little bear on it and your name tag still pinned to your shirt because you always forget to take it off). 

Megumi is quick to appear in the hallway, effortlessly lifting the bags from your hands as you attempt to kick your shoes off, hopping on one foot and cursing like a sailor when they don’t cooperate. 

“Hi,” Megumi greets, voice soft and a little tired. 

He always waits up for you, even when you have a midnight closing shift and he’s been awake since five in the morning. When he knows you’re finishing late, he makes sure to text you at exactly 12:16, a minute after your shift actually ends. He likes to make sure you’re okay, even if he won’t admit it.

“Hi, Gumi,” you beam, a wide smile on your face as you press up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. You giggle when his face flushes slightly and he averts his gaze to avoid you catching him blushing. But you think it’s so unbelievably cute. 

“How ws’ work?” He asks, dropping the take-out bags on the counter in the kitchen.

“Boring,” you whine, dropping your car keys (Megumi’s car keys) in the bowl by the door and shrugging off your jacket. “Some guy had me re-make his coffee, like, five times at 11:55! How rude.” You mumble the last part with a scowl on your face.

“Mm, you should have just pretended to remake it,” Megumi mutters, unpacking the take-out from the plastic bags and grabbing some plates for the two of you.

“Oh, I did,” you reply with a cheeky grin, “after the fourth try, I just shook it and gave it back to him… It seemed to work ‘cus he said it was perfect.”

Megumi gives an amused smile, “that’s my girl.”

You smile sweetly at the nickname, padding over to Megumi and wiggling your hands through his arms to wrap your hands around his waist, pressing your front to his broad back.

“I missed you, Gumi,” you nuzzle into his warmth just between his shoulder blades.

“Missed you too,” Megumi says after a beat, lifting a hand to squeeze your arm still wrapped around his waist.

Megumi seems tired, though his voice is laced with something else a little sadder and you know when Megumi gets like that it’s because he’s thinking. And you’ve been so busy with work and the rapidly approaching final exams, that you haven’t been home as much as you want to.

“What’s wrong?” You ask quietly, twisting yourself around Megumi to peer up at his tired face.

“M’fine,” Megumi replies after a short pause. 

You frown, “...what’re you thinking about then?”

Megumi hates how you know him. After the catastrophe that was his confession to you, you’ve been more sensitive to and observant of Megumi’s changes in behaviour. You can now so easily tell the difference between Megumi’s genuine exhaustion and when his thoughts start to spiral into insecurity and anxiousness. 

“Just stuff.” Ah, Megumi Fushiguro, a man of many words.

“You wanna tell me about it?” You don’t ever push. Sometimes Megumi does want to talk about it, other times he just wants to curl up on the couch with you to distract himself. It worries you no matter what though.

Megumi knows he should talk about it with you. He’s been trying really hard to tell you about things that are bothering him since when he used to talk about it with his ex, she would rattle off insults about him being too clingy or too nervous or too paranoid. 

But you’re different.

You pay attention to him, holding his hand so gently and letting him get the words out on his own, no matter how long it takes or how much he stumbles over his thoughts. 

It took him about forty minutes to ask you if you’d be his girlfriend.

“And I… I think that–” Megumi cuts himself off, running a hand through his messy hair and avoiding eye contact with you by staring at the ceiling then the floor.

Your hand holding his is making him even more nervous. Your thumb strokes over his knuckles, your knee touching his as the two of you sit on the couch, the movie you were watching long forgotten.

“Do you… Is it okay with you if we, uh. Fuck… We’re dating, right?”

You chuckle softly, “yeah, we’re dating,” you ponder for a moment. “You’ve been taking me on dates, right?”

Megumi gives an amused huff, “that’s what they were intended as.”

“Okay, then I’m confident in saying that yes, we’re dating,” you giggle. 

Megumi always over-thinks the plans he makes. Wondering if you will like the picnic he planned (with the help of Nobara and Yuko who were sending him far too many pinterest screenshots at 3am), wondering if you’d like the restaurant he picked (you’re determined to try almost everything on the menu and claim he’ll have to roll you home), and wondering if you still like him.

He knows it’s irrational. You are always so excited to see him at the end of every day, always so excited to tell him about your day and ask about his even if he spent the whole day at home.

“Will you… Would you want me to be your boyfriend?” Fuck. He asked it wrong. “Wait, I meant will you be my girlfriend?”

The smile that spills across your face is so happy and so bright and you crash tackle him onto the couch, squealing in delight and pressing kisses to his face as Megumi just chuckles (mostly with relief). “I would love to be your girlfriend!”

“Really?”

“Of course! …It was so worth the forty-five minutes of stammering–”

“Hey!”

“M’just thinking about you,” Megumi finally forces out, a nervous pit forming in his stomach as his eyes flicker around the room, unable to meet your gaze.

“Good things, I hope,” you reply, slipping your hands into Megumi’s and playing with his warm fingers. You know deep down he’s feeling anxious and worried about things regarding you and your relationship, you know none of it is malicious because that’s just the way Megumi is; always thinking.

Megumi shrugs, “js’ worried about me being… too paranoid and stuff.”

Your expression softens and you reach a hand up to cup Megumi’s jaw, gently forcing his head to tilt down and his gaze to meet yours. Your eyes flicker between his and you smile softly, “you’re not too paranoid, Megumi. You’re a good person and you worry about doing and saying the right thing.”

Megumi chews on the inside of his cheek, “...you sure?”

“Always,” you beam. “You never have to worry about me… ‘cus I like-like you,” you giggle quietly.

Megumi’s lips tug into a smile, “I like-like you too.”

You press up on your tiptoes, hands snaking around Megumi’s neck to toy with the shorter baby hairs at his nape. His eyes glance down to your lips, still tinted pinkish with the strawberry-flavoured lipgloss you love so much. 

You smile before leaning up to press a slow peck to his lips, revelling in the way Megumi gently pulls you closer by your waist, hands so big yet so gentle as they hold you close to his body. You taste like strawberries, some of your lipgloss smearing onto Megumi’s lips.

You chuckle lightly, lifting your thumb to rub the gloss off his lips, “Ozawa asked if we wanted to hang out Saturday night too.”

Megumi moves some of your hair out of your face, “doing what?”

“Mm, bowling and arcade games? Maybe some drinks? I thought it would be nice to hang out with them since we haven’t in a while,” you shrug. 

Megumi hums, “if you want to.”

You smile softly, “only if you want to.”

“I never want to.”

“Yeah, I know,” you chuckle. Megumi isn’t exactly social, he would prefer to stay cooped up in the apartment with you, both of you lounging around in your pyjamas and watching movies or playing video games (a.k.a. Megumi playing CoD while you play Animal Crossing). 

Megumi watches your expression falter a little and his heart squeezes, “but I’ll go.”

Your face lights up, “really?”

“Mhm,” he hums, “I’ll win you a plushie in the claw machine.”

“A Hello Kitty one?”

“Sure.”

“Yay!”

—

You practically sprint toward Yuko when you see her. She’s sitting at a bar table next to Yuji, his hand resting on her thigh, but she promptly swats his hand away and leaps off the barstool to tackle you in a crushing hug.

“Eee! Y/N, I’ve missed you!” Yuko sways you from side to side, able to bear hug you with how much taller she is than you (and with her chunky heels on). “I haven’t seen you in, like, so long.”

“I saw you three days ago,” you giggle against her shoulder. 

“Yeah, but that was work, it doesn’t count,” she tuts, pulling away from you and giving you a disapproving look. 

“Right, of course,” you roll your eyes playfully.

Yuko peers behind you at your bored-looking boyfriend who stands a few feet away from you with his hands stuffed in his pockets and your adorable pink kitty bag slung over his shoulder, “hi, Fushiguro… cute purse.”

Megumi sticks his hand up in a half-assed wave, “m’trying something different,” he jokes with a bored expression. Anyone who didn’t know Megumi would think he was being dead serious with how his jokes tend to come across.

Yuko chuckles, “come on, we’ve been waiting for you guys forever.” Yuko tugs on your hand and you reach your own hand out for Megumi, who catches you easily with his long strides and laces his fingers with yours. 

“Heeey!” Yuji drawls, “what took you dorks so long?”

“Traffic, you know,” you shrug. 

That’s a lie; Megumi was too busy laying you down on the dining room table so he could stick his head under your skirt and eat you out because you looked so damn cute in your pretty outfit.

“Sure,” Yuji gives a Megumi a shit-eating grin, to which Megumi rolls his eyes and moves to pull a chair out for you at the table.

“You want a drink?” Megumi asks, peering down at you as he helps you into your chair.

“Mmm, surprise me,” you smile, pressing a kiss to Megumi’s cheek and inwardly beaming at how his cheeks dust a little pink at your affection, especially in front of his friends.

“Sure,” Megumi ruffles your hair, but not enough to ruin it because he knows you spent a lot of time making it look pretty in the bathroom mirror. Megumi promptly disappears into the huge crowd forming around the bar (given it’s a Saturday night, you’re not exactly surprised).

“You two are so cute,” Yuko nudges your shoulder playfully.

You smile, “he’s cute.”

Nobara makes gagging sounds from across the table, “boo, get a room.”

Maki elbows her, “you’re just jealous ‘cus you don’t have a boyfriend,” she says cooly, taking a sip of her martini.

“Rude,” Nobara retorts, dramatically rubbing her shoulder.

“S’okay, Nobara, we’ll fine you a boyfriend,” Yuko chuckles.

“Ew, no thanks,” Nobara scoffs, “men are gross.”

“That’s not very nice,” Yuji whines, his voice muffled from the mouthful of burger shoved in his face.

Nobara raises her brows and points at him, “see?”

Yuko chuckles and picks up a napkin, gently wiping the sauce and crumbs from Yuji’s cheek. He just sits there with a little smile on his face (if he was a dog his tail would be wagging happily, let’s be honest).

You chat with everyone for a while, finally meeting Maki’s boyfriend Yuta and his friend Inumaki (who doesn’t talk much from what you’ve gathered). But as soon as the boys leave to grab more drinks from the bar (they noticed Megumi was at the front of the line and decided to hijack his spot), Nobara and Yuko lean in toward you while Maki rolls her eyes.

“So…” Nobara drawls, scooting her chair closer to yours.

You look at your friends, the tips of your ears feeling hot from the sudden attention. “What?” You huff out a nervous laugh.

“You and Fushiguro done the ol’...” Nobara wiggles her brows childishly to emphasise her point. 

You roll your eyes playfully, “that’s none of your business.”

“So that’s a no,” Maki chimes in matter-of-factly.

You’ve only met Maki a handful of times but you like her. She’s quiet and intimidating but she always offers sound advice as opposed to Nobara who lives for disrupting your peace. 

But no, you and Megumi haven’t had sex yet. You’ve come close a few times but Megumi is quick to hold back, instead kissing down your tits and your tummy to eat you out or slipping his fingers into your panties to get you off. 

It’s not that you don’t want to have sex. You absolutely do. You don’t want anyone other than Megumi to be the one to take your virginity. 

But Megumi avoids it and he always seems to be battling some kind of inner turmoil when you hint at him having sex with you. Whether you ask if he’s got a condom or you reach for the waistband of his pants– he’s quick to redirect you and you want to ask him, you really do, but it makes you wonder if he’s unhappy with you or maybe he simply doesn’t want to have sex with you.

You try not to be insecure about it because Megumi loves being between your legs, he loves touching you behind closed doors and worshipping you with kisses and lovebites. And he loves it even more when you’re on your knees in front of him, his hands wrapped around your hair and pulling into a makeshift ponytail so you can take him into your mouth uninterrupted (you’re getting pretty good at it, you think).

But it still makes feel insecure.

“You should do it whenever you’re ready,” Yuko smiles warmly, her hand holding yours. You love your best friend to pieces, always the voice of reason in these situations.

But the thing is; you are ready. It’s Megumi who holds back.

“Yeah, I know,” you sigh, squeezing Yuko’s hand gently. 

“I got you this… thing,” Megumi suddenly appears behind you, placing down a fizzy sweet-looking pink drink topped with edible glitter and a little umbrella. “The bartender said it was popular.”

You smile in delight, “oh it’s so pretty! Thank you, Gumi,” You turn in your chair and plant a hard kiss to the underside of Megumi’s jaw. 

“‘Welcome,” Megumi replies, nursing his own drink (which looks exceptionally normal compared to yours). 

Megumi pulls a chair around to sit beside you, basically forcing Nobara to move over (who attempts to put up a fight but Megumi simply moves her himself). You rest your head on Megumi’s shoulder and he goes a little stiff at the simple form of affection.

Megumi isn’t big on PDA, he prefers to show you how much he cares for you in the privacy of your apartment or when he’s confident that the two of you are alone. But you like showing him off, holding his hand, peppering his face with kisses, hugging him from behind as you wait in line at the grocery store. You’re a little snuggle bug and Megumi is slowly, slowly, getting used to it.

“You gonna win me a Hello Kitty plushie, right?” you tease, wrapping your hands around Megumi’s muscular arm.

“Even if it takes me five tries,” he replies with an amused smile.

It takes him more than ten.

“This shit is a scam,” Megumi grunts, giving an annoyed kick to the neon purple machine filled with soft pastel plushies.

You stand beside him laughing into your hand, “s’okay, Gumi–”

“I’ve spent like forty dollars,” he huffs, “on one machine.”

“Come on, we should play something else,” you tug on his arm, “I already have about four of every sanrio plushie anyway,” you shrug.

Megumi’s jaw clenches and he sighs in frustration, eventually giving in to your protests and letting you tug him off the claw machine to play some other game. The arcade is huge, there are plenty of other games to spend forty dollars on instead of a goofy claw machine.

“We should play space invaders– oh! Or DDR!” you beam.

“I don’t have the coordination for DDR… or the energy,” Megumi grumbles.

You giggle, “right, let’s play space invaders.”

Megumi trails behind you the whole evening, playing games with you and absolutely refusing to let you pay for any of them. You always pull some coins out or your card and he promptly swats your hand away or wraps his strong arm around your middle, pinning your arms to your sides and lifting you away from the machine so he can pay.

You appreciate him doing this with you considering he doesn’t like being social all that much (all his friends think it’s crazy you managed to get him to come along tonight). But really, you know Megumi isn’t doing it because he wants to, he’s doing it because you want to and it makes your heart swell and your body want to melt into a puddle of happiness.

“Oh, boo, this is a scam,” you mutter to yourself as you attempt to win yourself a My Melody plushie in a new claw machine. Megumi was dragged off by Yuji to play some shooting game with Yuta and Inumaki and you snuck off to play another claw machine (and pay without him knowing). You saw that the plushie looked loose and you were sure you could win it if you nudged the claw just right.

You gave up after three tries and grabbed your bag to rejoin your boyfriend and his friends on the other side of the arcade. You spot your pretty boyfriend quickly, giggling as you hear him bickering with Yuji over not shooting straight.

“Uh, hey,” a voice appears beside you.

“Hm?” You peer to the side and notice a taller guy wearing a beanie looking at you, he’s holding a plushie out toward you.

“I saw you trying to win that pink bunny thing…” he holds out the My Melody plushie you were attempting to win.

“Oh,” you beam, “that’s really sweet!”

He laughs softly, “that’s okay… I’m Ino.”

“I’m Y/N–”

You suddenly feel a looming presence behind you. You peer up at Megumi, his eyes harsh and narrowed toward this guy talking to you.

“Uh, hi?” Ino forces out.

“Can I help you?” Megumi deadpans, his jaw slightly clenched in annoyance.

Ino barely offers him a glance, “I was just giving this pretty girl the plushie thing she was trying to win–”

“She doesn’t want it,” Megumi forces his lips into a condiscending smile.

Ino looks between the two of you before clearing his throat, “boyfriend, huh?”

“Mhm,” Megumi hums, his hand snaking around your waist and grabbing at your hip.

“Right,” Ino nods, “sorry, man.” He doesn’t seem sorry with how he mockingly laughs at Megumi’s protectiveness of you.

“Whatever,” Megumi huffs. 

Ino promptly disappears, handing the plushie off to some other drunk girl on his way out. You chew on the inside of your lip before turning to Megumi, “Gumi–”

“What?” Megumi spits, a little harsher than he meant it.

You press your lips together, “nevermind,” you sigh, forcing his arm off you and leaving to join Yuji, Yuko and the others, Megumi trudging behind with his hands in his pockets and feeling his mood rapidly plummeting into a mix of annoyance and insecurity. 

Megumi’s jaw is tight with tension and he feels like shit because he didn’t watch his tone when he talked to you. He gets protective of you and perhaps a little jealous. And he knows it’s stupid being annoyed and upset over not being able to win you a fucking plushie from a children’s arcade game, but he promised you and this guy managed to do it in one try and actively sought you out to give it to you.

“You two okay?” Yuko asks curiously, almost startling Megumi as he stands at yet another claw machine.

Yuko saw the way your mood immediately changed after your interaction with that guy, instantly becoming a little sad and not as bubbly and talkative as your little group moved around to play more games.

Sure Megumi wasn’t always super affectionate toward you in public, but he wasn’t even staying near you or holding your hand anymore.

“Fine,” Megumi retorts, eyes still glued to the pink plushie he’s trying to win you.

“...Did she upset you?”

“No.”

“Did you upset her?” 

“I don’t know,” Megumi shrugs.

Yuko sighs, “maybe you should talk to her.”

“She doesn’t want to talk to me.”

Yuko lets out an amused laugh, “Fushiguro, she always wants to talk to you.”

Megumi feels a pang in his chest at that, feeling bad that he didn’t even attempt to drag you off to the bathroom or outside so he could talk to you. He’s still trying to get better at the talking, he was just fucking embarrassed. 

The machine suddenly chimes, a little song playing as a plushie falls in behind the collection door.

“Hey, you won,” Yuko beams.

Megumi bends down, pulling the plushie out of the machine and scoffing; it wasn’t the My Melody plushie he as aiming for.

Yuko laughs, plucking the bored-looking penguin plushie from his hand and holding it up, “I see the resemblance.”

“Who even is this?” Megumi takes it back, squeezing the soft toy in his large hands,

“It’s Badtz Maru,” Yuko replies, “looks a bit like you.”

“Mm,” Megumi makes a noise of annoyance. 

Yuko nudges his shoulder, “she might like it even more,” she sings softly. 

Megumi walks around the arcade looking for you, peering around corners and looking through the claw machine section in search of you. He can’t find you. He spots Itadori, Inumaki, Yuta and Maki but can’t find you anywhere. He asks Yuko and Nobara and they shake their heads with a shrug.

How did no one know where you were?

“Where’d she go?” Nobara looks around for you.

“I’ll call her,” Yuko offers.

“S’okay, I’ll call her,” Megumi replies, pressing on your contact and holding his phone to his ear. The call rings before your voice message comes through. Megumi grunts in annoyance. He starts to worry as he texts you a few times, asking where you are. You don’t respond in the record speed you normally do and he shoves his phone back into his pocket.

He walks around the arcade a few more times, then he finally spots you.

He relaxes a little at the sight of you, but it’s short lived when he spots that fucking guy again. He’s leaning against the wall, basically trapping you in a corner as you attempt to curl away from him, your back flush against the wall.

“U-Uh, I should get back to my friends,” you laugh nervously, your hands wrapping tightly around the strap of your purse.

“Lemme walk you t’them then,” he offers.

You look around anxiously, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “Uh, no thanks, I can go myself–” Ino suddenly puts a hand on your upper arm.

Megumi surges forward, slightly blinded by anger and annoyance as he pushes the guy away from you, forcing some space between you. Ino stumbles back, clearly intoxicated with how he struggles to catch himself, his hands flailing around to catch himself against the wall.

“She said back off,” Megumi spits, forcing himself in front of you protectively.

“I ws’ just talking to her,” Ino slurs back.

“And she doesn’t want to talk to you,” Megumi retorts, forcing him onto his feet and half-pushing him away. “So fuck off.”

Ino scoffs, “whatever, bro. Was just tryna be nice.” Megumi rolls his eyes at the shitty excuse, jaw clenched angrilly until the guy finally leaves, stumbling off back to the bar. 

Megumi suddenly hears you sniffle and his expression instantly softens, shoulders relaxing as he spins around to look at you. You have your back pressed against the wall, your face a little flushed with embarrassment. Your hands are pressed to your face, hiding yourself from him.

“Baby?” Megumi coos, reaching a gentle hand out to pull your hands away from your pretty face.

“M’sorry,” you mumble, your bottom lip quivering as your eyes gloss over with tears.

Megumi’s heart sinks and he sighs, pulling you to his chest to crush you in a hug, a hand stroking the back of your hair. You press your face into his chest, staying there for a moment and melting into his warmth. 

“M’sorry I was mean,” he says against your hair.

“You weren’t mean,” you mumble, “I was being dumb.”

“You’re not dumb, Y/N. You thought he was doing a nice thing for you,” Megumi replies. He pauses for a moment before deciding to admit his thoughts to you, “...I was js’ jealous.”

You pull away from him, a bit of your makeup staining the fabric of his black shirt. “Why were you jealous?”

You never thought Megumi could be jealous. He always seems so laidback and bored that you assumed everything was water off a duck’s back to him. But you were obviously sorely mistaken.

“M’always jealous when it’s you,” Megumi shrugs, eyes glancing away as he admits it to you, his face dusted a light pink.

You grin cutely, “you like-like me,” you poke his chest.

“Shut up,” Megumi mumbles, earning a soft laugh from you. He suddenly remembers the Badtz Maru plushie in his other hand. He lifts it up toward you, “I won this for you.”

You pout, “really?”

“Mhm,” Megumi nods, handing it to you.

You squish the softness in your hands before giggling, “looks like you.”

“I don’t see it,” he grumbles.

“He could be your son!”

“It’s a plushie, Y/N.”

Megumi has a winning streak after the two of you make up, winning you a bag of sweets, a pair of earbuds in that impossible to win string-cutting game, and wins you a Hello Kitty plushie that is almost half the size of you. 

You carry it around with a big smile plastered across your face and earning jealous glances from other people who have obviously been trying to win the massive toy. You walk around with it under your arm, your other hand in Megumi’s.

“You guys ready to go?” Yuji asks, “‘cus I am officially broke.”

Yuko giggles, “okay, lets go, baby.”

Yuji plants a kiss on Yuko’s nose, then another on her cheek, then another on her forehead before peppering kisses in a circle around her face, his hands resting on her hips as she giggles.

You smile softly at them, your hand unintentionally squeezing Megumi’s.

“Yuck, get a room!” Nobara gags. 

Megumi watches you smile at your friends, resting your head against his shoulder. He feels his heart thumping in his chest, suddenly feeling the urge to show you the same affection. He doesn’t like PDA, he thinks its gross and people should just save it for the privacy of their home. But he can see how people like it, being able to show off their partner in public so people know they belong to them and no one else.

You feel Megumi’s eyes on you and you peer up at him, “you okay, Gumi?”

He suddenly presses a soft kiss to your lips, his hand coming up to cup your jaw, thumb stroking over your cheekbone. You smile against his lips and he pulls away, planting another kiss to your cheek then your hair.

You grin at him when he pulls away from you, “what was that for?”

Megumi shrugs, “I just wanted to.”

You point your finger at him, “who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?”

Megumi rolls his eyes, “oh, ha-ha.”

—

You sigh with relief once you kick your heels off at the door, your shoes landing haphazardly in the corner as you lug your new plushies down the hall. Megumi follows you, dropping his keys in the bowl on the side table in the hallway. 

You and Megumi have made up, but Megumi still has something on his mind. He knows exactly what it is but he feels weird bringing it up again since you’ve already worked it out. 

But you can tell there’s something on his mind.

You drop your plushies in your room, putting your Badtz Marui plush on your bed so you can sleep next to it (it can be your Megumi stand-in when he’s busy or away). Megumi is sitting on the couch when you come out of your room, he’s scrolling on his phone absentmindedly, jaw tight with tension.

You pad over to him, gently pulling his head back to rest on the back of the couch. You peer over him, your hands gently resting on his shoulders. 

“You okay, Gumi?” You ask, lifting your hands to stroke your thumbs across his jaw.

“M’fine,” he replies.

You frown, “don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Not tell me,” you sigh. “I can tell when you’re sad or you’re thinking about stuff, I want you to be able to talk to me.”

“I really am fine, Y/N,” he huffs, pullin away from your hands and getting up off the couch. 

“I’m not your ex, Megumi,” you stare at the back of his head. 

Megumi visibly stiffens, “...I know that.”

“Do you?” You ask without thinking, “because I really care about you n’ I’ve been trying to be patient and understanding but I–” you cut yourself off, sighing sadly.

Megumi turns to look at you, his teeth gnawing on the inside of his cheek like he always does when he’s nervous. “I know you’re not her, Y/N. You’ve never made me feel the way she has.”

Your shoulders relax and you glance away. You still get insecure about Megumi having an ex, mostly because she’s got to see parts of him you haven’t yet, but in the same breath, she was awful to him and is part of the reason he’s wound so tight and struggles to talk.

You don’t even think when it falls from your mouth, “why don’t you want to have sex with me?”

Megumi’s eyes widen and he feels his heart in his throat. He stiffens, unable to form anything other than– “W-What?”

You sigh, “I know it’s stupid. I just… I wanna have sex… with you. And it just seems like you don’t want to… with me.”

Megumi’s heart aches painfully. Of course he wants to have sex with you. He wants to every day like some kind of maniac, but you’re too good for him (at least that’s what he thinks). And it’s important to him that your first time is perfect and special and Megumi can be a fucking wreck a lot of the time, unable to communicate simple things with you, unable to convey his feelings in a way that’s coherent and not total gibberish.

He can’t shake the fear of him being too needy and paranoid toward you. You’re so special to him and he fears losing you. Fears that one wrong move will send you packing or make you hate him.

“I…” Megumi squeezes his hands into fists, trying to release the tension inside his chest. “Y/N, I do want to.”

You peer up at him, eyes glossed over, “...I’ve beent trying to like… hint at it but you–”

“I’m scared,” Megumi sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I mean… I’m not scared, m’just worried.”

Your brows furrow, “worried?”

“I want it to be special for you,” Megumi admits, “I’m just always thinking that I’m not special enough for you.”

Your heart cracks and you feel like crying and wrapping Megumi up and crushing him in a bear hug and covering him in kisses. Because how could he not think he’s special enough for you?

“Gumi,” you sigh out his nickname and he wipes his eyes. You pout, padding around the couch to press your body against him, wrapping your arms around his waist in a tight hug.

He hugs you back, chin resting on your head gently. 

“You’re perfect for me, Gumi,” you murmur. “There’s no one else I trust more in the world than you.”

Megumi squeezes you a little tighter, “I’m not good at talking.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, “I know.”

“I want to be better at it, ‘cus you’re my priority now,” he says, heart beating rapidly in his chest at his confession. “And I’m worried that I’m too paranoid or needy… I don’t want to– I can’t lose you.” You pull away from him a fraction, a tear slipping down your cheek. Megumi catches it, “don’t cry. Please.”

You sniffle, “I don’t want to lose you either, Megumi.” You wrap your arms around his neck, his strong arms still wrapped around the small of your back. “But you need to talk to me, even if you think it’s stupid… Because I tell you stupid stuff all the time and you still listen.”

Megumi chuckles softly, “yeah, I know.”

You cup his cheek, beaming as he leans into your touch, “offer yourself a little kindness, Gumi. You’re too hard on yourself.”

He knows you’re right, you’re always right. 

He nods, “I’m gonna try,” he sighs.

“You’re already doing good,” you praise, “I’m still going to be here no matter what.”

“Promise?”

You grin, “I promise.” You hook your pinky with his.

“Then I have something else I need to tell you,” he forces out.

You frown, “okay…”

“I didn’t like that that guy grabbed you,” Megumi huffs, “it made me really fucking mad.”

You chuckle softly, “you handled it, though.”

“But still,” Megumi’s jaw clenches. “Asshole.”

“You don’t like that some other guy touched me?”

“I wanted him dead right then and there,” Megumi’s arms squeeze around you a little tighter. 

“Mm, that’s pretty hot,” you giggle.

“...Hot?” Megumi seems confused.

You shrug, “yeah… I like that my boyfriend wants me all to himself.”

Megumi pauses, any words that he could possibly think of getting caught in his throat. Your giggles die in your chest as Megumi’s steely eyes bore into you, an intensity settling in the air.

“Gumi?”

Megumi’s eyes flicker down to your lips, “m’gonna kiss you.”

You grin, “I’d never be opposed to that,” you whisper.

Megumi’s lips are on yours in an instant, his big hands resting on your hips and pulling you against him. One of his hands rests on the back of your neck, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss. He forces a whine from your lips when his tongue swipes across your glossed lips. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, slowly backing you up against the wall and knocking some poor unsuspecting vase onto the floor.

It smashes on the ground and you yelp in surprise, “G-Gumi–”

“We’ll fucking clean it later,” he grunts, forcing your jaw to tilt upward so he can kiss you again. Your hands squeeze the fabric of his shirt, your tits pressing against his chest as he grinds his hard-on against your thigh. 

The two of you awkwardly crash through your apartment before you finally get to your bedroom door, giggling at how eager Megumi is to get you onto your bed. Your bed is a little bigger than his and always makes it easier for cuddle sessions and Megumi always looks so cute with his dark hair and dark clothes in your pretty pink, white and pastel room. 

Your hands tug at the hem of his shirt, pushing the fabric up his abdomen and chest. Megumi helps you, finally pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it across the room. His lips connect with yours again, forcing you back until the back of your thighs hit the mattress. Megumi lets go of you, letting you fall back.

You giggle, scooting yourself up your bed and eyeing your strikingly hot boyfriend with his pretty abs out and staring down at you like he wants to devour you. Megumi just stares at you, his eyes raking over your pretty spread thighs, peeking at your lacy pink panties under your skirt, almost salivating at how pretty your tits look almost spilling out of your top– his eyes meet yours, your pretty eyes wide with lust and just pure adoration.

You are his favourite person.

“I love you.”

You pause, lips parting slightly as Megumi’s words finally sink in. You press up on your elbows, eyes widening, “what did you say?”

Megumi presses his lips together, wondering if he should back track. But no, he needs to be honest with you and himself, he owes it to you and to himself. “I said I love you.”

“You love me?” you pause, your bottom lip sticking out in a pout.

Megumi crawls onto the bed, body hovering over yours and his hands pinned on other side of your head as he just looks at you, taking in every part of you. “You told me I should be honest.”

You beam, “Megumi–”

“Don’t say anything,” he says softly, “js’ let it stay out there for a minute.”

You close your mouth, a smile tugging at your lips. Megumi grins at you, the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen, before he leans his head down, pressing his lips to yours. It’s slow and so loving, he’s gentle with you as one hand comes up to cradle your face.

He pulls away after a minute and you smile, “I love you too.”

Megumi pauses before he lets out an amused laugh, “yeah?”

“Yeah,” you giggle.

“Say it again,” he teases.

“I love you,” you whisper, holding his face in your hands. Megumi leans down, pressing a wet kiss to your neck. You tilt your head up to give him more access as his teeth gently nip at your skin.

“Again.”

“I love you, Gumi,” you whine out as he sucks on a particularly sensitive part of your neck, leaving a angry red mark on your skin. 

Megumi’s hand slips under your top, pushing it up your tummy and over your tits. You help him pull your top over your head, leaving you in your skirt and your pretty pink lacy bra that makes your boobs sit like pretty soft pillows against your chest.

“S’beautiful,” Megumi mutters, trailing kisses down your neck and down between your tits, his hand snaking under your body to unclasp your bra.

No matter how many times Megumi sees you naked, you still get nervous under how intense yet adoring his gaze is. You feel your heart hammer in your chest as Megumi toys with your hardened nipples, his eyes occasionally flickering up to your face to catch your gaze.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you whine.

Megumi chuckles, “like what? Like I love you?”

“Like you want to devour me,” you correct with an amused laugh.

“Mm, no promises,” he smiles, pressing a peck to your lips.

Megumi’s large veiny hand squeezes your soft breast, kneading the flesh in his hand while flicks his tongue over your hardened nipple, leaving hot wet kisses all over the pretty mound of skin. Your hand tangles in his hair, forcing his mouth down further. He gives a gentle bite to your skin, forcing a pretty whimper from your lips.

Megumi kisses down your tummy, one hand still squeezing your breast while the other trails up your thigh and underneath your skirt. You feel your skin prickle at the feeling of his gentle fingers trailing across your soft skin, his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses down your body.

You tug on Megumi’s wrist, forcing him back up your body, “what is it, baby?” He asks breathlessly.

You press a peck to his lips, “I wan’ you to touch me,” you murmur against his slightly chapped lips.

“Oh yeah?” Megumi asks, his tone a little teasing.

“Mhm,” you nod quickly.

Megumi chuckles, trailing his hands up the inside of your thigh and pressing his fingers against the damp patch forming on your panties, “mm, someone’s excited,” he teases.

“Shut up,” you mutter, forcing his lips back onto yours.

Megumi rubs against your clothed clit, feeling his cock twitch in his boxers at the sounds you were making because of him. The smell of your arousal lingers in the air of your room as Megumi forces your legs to spread open a little more, finally slipping his hand down your panties to feel your slick pussy against his fingers.

“S’wet, princess,” he murmurs against your cheek.

“All f’you,” you whine as Megumi nudges your clit with the tip of his middle finger.

Megumi pulls his hand from your panties, forcing you to whimper at the loss of contact but he quickly slips his fingers into the sides of your panties, pulling the soaked fabric down your legs and tossing them onto the floor. 

Megumi manhandles you into his lap, laying his upper body against your headboard and forcing you to sit between his legs with your back to his chest. 

“W-What are we doing?”

Megumi gently holds your jaw, forcing you to look at the mirror across the room in front of your bed, the same mirror you take your cute little outfit of the day photos in every day. You suddenly feel embarrassed seeing yourself so vulnerable. Your legs are spread, one knee hooked over Megumi’s muscular forearm while the other is propped up, forcing your soaked pussy lips open.

“Look how pretty you are,” Megumi mutters against your ear, his large hand squeezing at your tits.

“Gumi, this is embarrassing,” you whine.

Megumi presses a kiss to your cheek, “just watch.”

You press your mouth closed as Megumi trails his fingers down your tummy, dragging two of his fingers down your glistening slit. You throw your head against his shoulder as he nudges your neglected clit, fingertips circling the little bundle of nerves agonisingly slowly. 

“F-Faster, Gumi, please,” you moan, your hands squeezing Megumi’s strong thighs.

“Shh,” Megumi coos, “be patient, baby.”

Megumi slips his fingers down your slit, pressing his middle finger against your sopping hole. Your thighs instinctively spread apart further and Megumi slowly slips his finger inside you, his long finger dragging against your gummy walls. 

You whine, hand gripping his wrist as he starts to curl his finger inside you, pressing against that spongy spot inside you, “m-more.”

Megumi chuckles at your desperation, pressing a second finger into you. You whine at the burning stretch, subconsciously grinding your hips down on his fingers, your ass unknowingly grinding on his hard-on in his boxers. 

“Look at you,” Megumi mutters against your ear. 

Your eyes flicker up to your reflection. Your skin is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, your baby hairs are stuck to your forehead and Megumi’s eyes are glued to your cunt, watching his thick fingers disappear inside you. You whine, pussy clenching down on his fingers as he fucks them into you.

Megumi presses against the spongey spot inside you, the ball of his palm rubbing against your clit and making you fucking dizzy. You feel your tummy start to burn, your nails scraping against Megumi’s clothed thighs as your hips grind and roll against his hand.

“G-Gumi, m’gonna cum,” you whimper.

“S’okay, baby,” Megumi coos, “cum f’me.”

“N-No,” you force out, your hand wrapping around his strong wrist in an attempt to stop him from forcing an orgasm out of you.

“No?” Megumi slows his movements, the lewd squelching sounds in your room silencing as he gently pulls his fingers from your sopping pussy. “What’s wrong?”

You pant, whimpering as the burn in your tummy fades and you feel so fucking pent up. Megumi’s face is laced with concern as he turns you on your side in his lap. You give him a tired smile, “please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please,” you whine, “I need your cock, Gumi.”

Megumi grunts, “fuck, baby.”

“Please,” you beg, “please, I’ll be s’good.”

Megumi cups your face, pressing his lips hard against yours. Your swollen lips move against his, your hand tangling in his messy hair. Megumi pulls away from you slightly, pressing his arousal-soaked fingers against your tongue. You whine when you taste yourself on his fingers, your tummy jumping with excitement as you suck his fingers clean.

“Such a good girl,” Megumi praises, kissing your forehead. 

Megumi forces you onto your back, your body bouncing against the soft mattress slightly. Megumi rests his thighs on either side of your hips, tugging your legs over his hips. You’ve never had your pussy this close to his cock and your mind is reeling with excitement.

Your shaky hands reach for the waistband of his pants but Megumi quickly forces your hands above your head, pinning your wrists together, “you said you’d behave.”

“Mm, you can’t blame me for being excited,” you whine pathetically. 

Megumi only chuckles at how damn cute you are before he forces his pants down his hips, kicking them off across the room, leaving him in just his boxers. There’s a wet patch forming on his boxers and your mouth salivates at the idea of him finally fucking you with his big cock that you’ve had in your mouth many times before. 

“S’big,” you compliment, wrists wriggling against his large hand still pinning them above your head.

“You sure about this?”

There’s a sudden intense seriousness in the air. You peer up at Megumi and he looks nervous, his teeth nipping at the inside of his bottom lip. He lets go of your wrists and you reach up to cup his face, forcing his steely eyes to meet yours, “Megumi Fushiguro,” you call softly.

“Mm?”

“I love you,” you sigh. “There’s no one I want more to take my virginity than you.”

Megumi lets out a shaky breath, “...you sure?”

“Never been more sure of anything in my life,” you grin.

“Because I really want you to be mine.”

“I’m already yours, Megumi.”

Megumi lets out a huff of a laugh, leaning down to pepper kisses across your forehead and down your nose to your lips, forcing a soft giggle from your chest. 

Megumi reaches down slowly, pulling his boxers down his hips until his cock springs free, the angry red tip leaking with precum. You peer down at his pretty cock, eyeing the vein you trace with your tongue every time you suck him off, noting how heavy it is as it struggles to hold itself up. 

Megumi sighs, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and pumping a few times, his eyes never leaving yours. You cup his face, forcing him to kiss you one more time before he sits up, scooting his hips closer to yours.

He eyes you one more time, looking for any sign of regret or hesitation. You don’t offer any, eyes wide and almost sparkling with anticipation. Megumi holds his cock and lets it slap against your tummy, the tip almost reaching your belly button.

Your brows furrow and you wonder what he’s doing. Then it sort of dawns on you.

He’s sizing you up. 

“M’gonna be right here,” Megumi presses the tip of his finger to the spot just below your belly button. His eyes meet yours and all you can do is meekly nod, your heart slamming against your chest. You knew Megumi was big but now that he’s fucking sizing you up and showing you where he’s gonna be inside you, you’re starting to get a little nervous. 

But fuck you want him inside you.

You buck your hips up and Megumi chuckles, “s’eager.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” you grumble playfully. Megumi smiles, scooting your hips up and leaning over to quickly kiss your forehead one more time.

“You tell me if it gets too much,” Megumi says seriously. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

You smile, “you won’t hurt me.”

Megumi nods slowly before gently gripping the head of his cock, rubbing the precum-covered tip against your swollen clit. Your hands grip the sheets and you bite your lip to keep the whines at bay. Megumi breathes heavily as he dips his tip down to your soaked hole, your arousal slipping out of you and dripping down your ass. 

“Look at me,” Megumi orders softly.

You open your eyes, not realising you’d pressed them closed. 

“Please,” Megumi sighs, “I wanna watch your face when I put it in.”

God, this fucking guy is gonna be the death of you.

He presses the tip into your cunt, groaning softly at your tightness as your pussy swallows his tip eagerly. Your thighs instinctively spread open to accommodate his size. He presses into you slowly, letting your tight cunt stretch around him to get used to his size. 

“G-Gumi–” you whine out.

“Y-You okay, baby? What’s wrong?” Megumi stills his movements.

You pant slightly, chest heaving, “feels s’good.”

Megumi sighs a little in relief, hand coming up to cup your jaw as he presses his thick cock into you. He’s over halfway when you let out another whimper, your thighs shaking slightly with the stretch.

“Still okay?”

“Mhm, almost in?” you ask.

“Just over halfway.”

“Halfway?!” you force out.

Megumi chuckles before pressing his fingertip to the space between your pretty pussy lips and your belly button. “M’about here.”

“Holy fuck,” you pant. “So fucking big.”

“Don’t flatter me,” he chuckles. “It’ll go straight to my head,” he jokes.

“Mm, s’true.”

Megumi laces his fingers with yours on the sheets, his steely blue eyes staying glued to your face as he pushes the rest of the way in, your soaked pussy sucking him in. Once he finally bottoms out, you let out a shaky sigh at the fullness.

“F-Feel okay?” Megumi’s voice shakes, feeling like he’s gonna cum like a damn teenager with how tight you are around him.

“Mm,” you screw your eyes shut, “you can m-move.”

“You sure?”

“Uh huh,” you nod slowly. 

Megumi leans down, lifting your arms and forcing them to wrap around his neck. He plants a kiss to your lips before pulling out– you whine– then he pushes himself back in. Your arms wrap around his neck, forcing Megumi’s head to rest against your shoulder as he pulls almost alllll the way out before plunging back into your tight heat.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Megumi groans, his hips snapping against yours as you hook your ankles together behind him, your thighs squeezing his waist. “S’good, princess.”

You moan and whine against his neck, feeling like he’s rearranging your fucking guts with how big his cock is and how hard he’s fucking you. It almost seems like Megumi needed this more than you with how his hips snap hungrily against yours. 

You tip your head back, mouth falling open as he forces moan after moan from your pretty swollen lips. Megumi reaches a hand down between your bodies, rubbing his thumb over your neglected clit, forcing you closer and closer to orgasm. 

His cock drags against your gummy walls, slick pooling around the base of his cock and soaking the sheets below as your nails drag against Megumi’s strong back, leaving angry red marks in their wake. 

Megumi hisses at the feeling, groaning into your hair as he snaps his hips into yours a little faster, thumb still rubbing your clit, your room is filled with lewd squelching sounds, your pussy so wet and tight around him.

You feel the white-hot pleasure of your orgasm approaching, your belly burning as you arch your back off the bed, letting go of Megumi’s shoulders to grip the sheets. 

Megumi suddenly sits up on his knees, lifting your hips in his strong hands, creating a new angle that makes you scream out in pleasure. His tip fucks against your cervix, surely leaving a bruise. You feel him in your tummy, his sheer size forming a bulge in your tummy. 

“F-Fuck, look at you,” Megumi groans, eyeing the bulge in your tummy.

You toss your head from side to side, your toes curling as Megumi reaches for your hand, forcing you to press down on the bulge in your tummy, his hand over yours. 

Then you just cum. There’s no warning as you gush around him, your vision going stark white as you spray your orgasm across Megumi’s pelvis, his thighs, your own thighs and all over the sheets.

“Fuck, did you just squirt?”

You don’t say anything, you can’t. You’re mumbling incoherent noises as Megumi fucks you through your high, his hips snapping harder and harder against yours as he chases his own orgasm. You’re both covered in a thin sheen of sweat and Megumi feels his orgasm fast approaching.

He pulls out of you with a quiet pop, quickly jerking himself off, your arousal making his cock slippery as he cums across your tummy. Hot ropes of cum paint your abdomen and tummy, Megumi panting as he squeezes the base of his cock.

“Mm, you’re fucking perfect, sweet girl,” Megumi praises, panting as he comes down from his high.

“Mm, Gumi,” you whine, voice quiet.

Megumi gently lowers you onto the bed, crawling up your body to cup your face, “are you okay? What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head, “mm-mm, felt s’good.”

Megumi sighs with relief, “we gotta get you up, you have to pee and I gotta clean up–” he peers down at the utter mess you’ve made of the sheets, “–somehow.”

“Sleepover?” You beam.

Megumi chuckles, “sleepover.”

Megumi carries you to the bathroom, running you a warm bath. The two of you share a bath together, Megumi gently washing you hair for you while you make him a bubble crown. You’re obviously sore with how you limp down the hallway to Megumi’s room, clutching your pillow under your arm.

You rest your head against Megumi’s chest, his fingers gently smoothing over your wet hair and tracing down your bare arm.

“Any regrets?” He asks curiously.

“Mm, no,” you reply with a smile. “You made me squirt my first time having sex… I think you have to marry me,” you giggle.

Megumi chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “mm, maybe one day.”

You giggle, sitting up to press a kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweet girl,” Megumi pauses, “what is that?”

“What’s what?”

“That,” Megumi points to the bored-looking penguin plush he got you. It’s pressed to your chest right between your boobs.

“Oh, you mean your son?”

“Y/N,” he groans. “Get that thing out.”

“I will not!”

“I’ll throw it out the window while you’re sleeping.”

You gasp, “don’t do that to your son!”

“It’s not my son!”

author's note: HEHEHEHEHEHEH

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take another hit.

✯stoner! armin arlert x fem! reader

contains - modern/college au, weed use, edging, dacryphilia, praise, dry humping, finger sucking,

“take another hit” armin says with a chuckle, resting his head in his hands while looking at the way you inhaled the herb between your lips. he wouldn’t admit it, but that’s when you’re the prettiest; head fuzzy and nothing coming out of you but short giggles.

his car was starting to fog up at the smoke and increasing the temperature inside. eren was supposed to be there with you but he got too caught up in a college party not too far from your apartment, where armin’s car is parked. you didn’t really prefer the party scene rather than just spending as much time with your boyfriend.

after passing the blunt back to armin, you grab the crisp, cold water bottle from the cup holder. the feeling of the liquid sliding down your throat like much needed relief. “armin? were your eyes always this blue?” you say to him, a half smile on your face. he looked back with his ocean colored orbs tinted with that pretty red of a high.

he chuckles, finishing off the blunt then saving the end. the high finally settles in his body, watching your face, eyebrows quirked as you awaited his answer.

“yeah, were you ever this gorgeous?”

there’s a small pause, you admiring his smile and the way his eyes lid with nothing more than pure desire. you try to stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together, ridding yourself of the arousal that’s building inside of you.

“what’s up? bad high?” armin asks, taking notice of your movements. after a moment or two, it finally registered in his mind what you really wanted. he leans in closer to you, taking your hands from your lap into his own.

“oh. i know what it is” he whispers, his lips centimeters away from yours. you feel the heat rushing to your cheeks from his proximity. he pulls away, looking at you with clouded intent. “arminnnn” you whine, upset that he “ruined” the moment.

“why don’t we go inside?” he questions, jerking his head to the side. you inhale deeply before moving to open the car door, armin mirroring your actions.

it was a matter of time, once you got inside, before armin drags you to your bedroom. you were just lucky you decided to clean up earlier that day. once you’re on your laid out on the bed, he crawls over you, hovering above your face.

he crashes his lips onto yours and holds your wrists above you. he drinks in your whines while using his tongue to taste yours. it’s already bad enough that his smell was so fresh mixed in with the earthy and strong scent of weed, but the arousal inside you was growing stronger and stronger with each swipe of his tongue.

he breaks away, reattaching his lips to the skin on your neck and sucking harshly. his bites and kisses trail down to your chest, where he doesn’t hesitate to help you remove your top. “armin!” you snap at his eagerness when he removes your bra and cups your breasts.

“ah, i’m sorry—just couldn’t wait” he apologizes, eyes transfixed on your chest. he takes one of your tits in his mouth while flicking and pinching at the other in his hand. the pleasure shoots straight to your cunt while you try to conceal moans and whimpers.

he notices the way you squirm under him. thinking of a solution, he spreads your legs with his knee, lodging himself in between, rutting his hard, clothed cock onto your clothing clad clit.

“armin, feels—feels good!” you pant, coming to wrap your arms around his shoulders. he groans in response to your moans before releasing one of your breasts and replacing it with the other. he feels himself getting closer with the way he grinds on you, too caught up in making sure you’re feeling good.

he continues his ministrations, pretty blue eyes lock on yours while you feel yourself about to release. “armin...wait..ar-“ you cum before you can even finish your whiny pants. he soon follows suit, cumming in his black jeans.

“damn” he says as he releases your breast with a soft pop.

he removes your bottoms along with your underwear before he does the same to himself. he collects your essence with two fingers, watching how it glistens and stretches on his digits.

“god, you’re so wet”. his voice comes out as a low moan. you take notice of his thick cock. how it’s flushed a dark pink and dribbling out precum mixed with his previous orgasm.

he aligns his dick with your slit, prodding a few times before slowly sinking in. you couldn’t help but hold your breath when it slipped in so nice, him finally bottoming inside you. “let me know when you’re ready”. you nod your head when you feel ready, comfortable for him to move inside you.

his strokes began slow, searching for your sweet spot. his hips rolled into yours softly as he looks down at you with an adoring look. you couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes tighter at the feeling of his fat cock stretching you out.

you grab ahold of his shoulder, digging into the muscular flesh. he speeds up his pace and folds your legs over with a grunt. the way he was thrusting into you nearly knocked the wind out of you.

the only coherent words you could form were, “armin too much!” and “‘s too big!”. that all familiar feeling stirs up in your core again, threatening to get tighter and tighten.

you feel your cunt about to flutter until, it stops.

the pleasure you were feeling, the high you were oh so close to achieving—gone.

you look up at him with a lidded and pouty gaze. “why-why’d you stop?” you question, tears starting to trickle in your eyes. he reaches his hand out to rub against your cheeks, thumb swiping over your plump, soft lips.

“don’t want you coming just yet, baby”.

you melt into his touch, nodding your pretty little head at his words.

after a brief pause, he continues his movements, crashing into you just as he did before. your legs were a shaking mess and the way he angled his cock against your walls, only made them worse.

his blond locks fanned over his face, eyes almost closed from his high and lust. each thrust made you jolt, and that white hot feeling from before comes right back to you.

you grip the sheets beneath you, rocking your hips along with his. the angle and the way his dick curved inside you had you seeing stars

and then—it was gone again.

this time, the tears began to flow. he looks at you with much pity. “i know, baby. i know”. the way he dotes on you only makes you want to be pliant with him more.

you felt the soreness in your walls when he picked up his pace again. it wasn’t like you wanted to go through this a third time, but the way he was fucking you—with much passion and care, cleared your mind of those thoughts.

“you feel, so—good” armin grunts between thrusts, throwing his head back and groaning at the feeling of your warm head sucking him in each time. you could help but whine back.

almost unexpectedly, your climax builds up. you were practically begging for armin to let you have this one, this one release.

the way he uses his hips, stroking deep into your cunt has you seeing white when you finally cum. the experience would’ve been so much better, if it weren’t for the slight pain of overstimulation as he aims for his high.

“fuck, baby please. let me cum inside you” he groans. and after a few hard and sloppy thrusts he does just that. you both wait for a while catching your breaths.

he finally pulls out his softening cock before stuffing two fingers in your cunt. he collects his cum along with the mix of yours before he raises it to your lips.

“clean them off for me” he demands, but with a hint of politeness backing him.

you take his fingers in your mouth, sucking and sliding over them, doing your best to clean him up.

“there you go—good girl”.

tags - @onyxoverride @fiaficsxo @dxtemi @sleepyrintaro

Warnings: NSFW🔞, somnophilia, cum eating, non con, age gap (Toji is mid 40s reader is early 20s) just a drabble

Toji’s large figure looms in the doorway of his son’s room, his eyes are locked onto you, Megumi’s best friend, as you sleep peacefully on the floor.

Minutes pass and in the eyes of anyone on the outside looking in, Toji’s shadow would look terrifying in the doorway considering how large he is. Staring blankly at the sweet, kind, naive sleeping college girl who’s supposed to be under his protection and care certainly doesn’t help his case.

Before he knows it, he’s taking steps over Megumi’s video games sprawled out that you guys were playing previously and ending up right beside your makeshift bed on the floor. He’s so close that his toes make contact with the blanket you have messily thrown over you.

Toji hadn’t gotten off with another human present since Megumi was born, always busy with work. When he wasn’t at work, his priorities would lie in popping open a beer and relaxing by the tv until he’d fall asleep snoring at eight pm sharp like his old man used to.

Pent up Toji just can’t resist, he kneels beside you and his cock jumps right to life as he gently peels your blanket down just below your crotch.

He lets out a breathy ‘phew’ in more of a breath than the actual word, your naivety and trust is abundantly obvious. He’s more so in disbelief at your lack of defensive awareness than he is reacting to how pleasing the sight is.

You’re wearing the smallest shorts he’s ever seen that clearly outline your pussy and your thigh indents that connect your pussy to your legs. Your little black panties are poking out. Your large shirt is Megumi’s and it’s much too large to stay on your body properly through the night, it’s already ridden up just below your breasts, showing off your entire tummy as it rises and falls gently.

“God, you stupid girl,” he sighs almost pitifully with a judgmental look. His natural expression is pretty judgmental but this look is a bit more than that.

You’re a young college girl. Toji thought women of this generation were more aware of their bodies and the way men could be—more so than in his time, when women would walk home alone with their defenses down without a care in the world. But here you are, blissfully ignorant and trusting as you sleep under an older man’s roof.

You’re a sweet girl, you use manners more than any kid he’s ever witnessed and you always offer to help around the house when Megumi has too many snot nosed kids over who make a mess wherever they go. You’ve been coming around for years, having been friends with Megumi for so long and apparently apt to stay anywhere but your own house. You’re one of the only kids Megumi has over that he doesn’t mind having in his house, eating his money for every breakfast and dinner.

But maybe you shouldn’t have felt so safe in his home because Toji looks down at you with his tongue tracing his bottom lip in concentration as he straddles your shoulders and pulls his cock out of his sweatpants.

Megumi’s always been a deep sleeper and you’re even worse but Toji still tries to keep the volume to a minimum as he adjusts his position as to get comfortable with his veiny cock bobbing above your face. He mutters ‘here we go’ as he gets into position, as if straddling a horse.

You’re a drooler, lips parted slightly with spit running down your cheek as you dream. Toji lets out a throaty breath as he collects the drool with his tip to smear across your lips. You don’t even stir.

The feeling of your soft lips against his sensitive head is enough for Toji to grow impatient. He braces his hands onto the floor and hovers over your face as if he’s in missionary position and your mouth is exactly where a pussy should be.

One last look up at his son and his surroundings to make sure everything is still asleep, unaware, and quiet is enough for him to throw any remaining caution to the wind.

One by one, he drops his arms down to rest on his forearms as to be more comfortable before moving his gaze down to watch as his hips rise and his tip bobs softly before settling right on your bottom lip.

Toji makes a move to push inside of you but misses and instead smears the side of his cock against your cheek. You’re blissfully asleep, not even reacting to the touch and that’s enough for Toji to feel like you were made for this.

He bites his lower lip in concentration as he lifts his hips once again and aims. Your soft breath tickles his dripping slit.

“C’mon now,” Toji mutters to himself, “right there.”

This time when Toji thrusts with a low and steady hum, his soft tip enters, pushing open and past your teeth and lips and into the wet, heated inside of your mouth. “Good, open. open,” he grunts on the way in.

But nothing could have prepared Toji for the suction your mouth immediately begins to inflict on him. He’s only got the head inside and it’s like a suction cup the way your instinct is to suck it in and suckle on it like it’s a nipple.

“Fuck,” toji grits out in surprise, hands making tight fists as the sound of wet suckling plays from your lips, “fuckin hurts, Jesus Christ.”

He isn’t even moving but you’re just sucking on his tip like a popsicle that’ll squirt gooey yumminess if you suck hard enough.

Seasoned, old man Toji can’t even handle the feeling, it’s too harsh, despite being extremely pleasurable at the same time. He tries to grit his teeth and endure it but he finds himself instinctively lifting his hips in attempt to pull out.

He curses harshly when you and your mouth just come with him. Your head lifts with his cock like you’re stuck to it, all the while you continue to suckle on it over and over.

“Goddamnit, looks like I caught a fucking— shit!— a fish,” Toji groans, barely able to make his stupid joke because of the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure.

He moves his hips back and forth the smallest bit as to get you off, abs turning in as his back curves. He watches as you simply groan in your sleep at the movement and continue on. Toji hisses at the aggressive pull of it all and finally gives up, sighing and pushing back down as to let your head rest on the pillow once again.

His eyes clench down and his toes curl as he simply allows you to vacuum him in over and over, focusing on the way your tongue constricts and moves against the underside of his head as your mouth goes through the motions of suckling.

He has no choice, Toji simply says fuck it and his toes curl as he pushes in deeper, feeding inches of his cock into your tight wet suctioned hole. “Take some more then, fuckin suck on more,” he hisses out, one of his fists lifting and hitting against the floor once in attempt to cope.

Toji’s in disbelief as you take half of him inside, his tip now making contact with the back of your throat, and yet you still continue to suckle. He can hear the difficulty of breathing in your breath and the way your throat struggles to open wider as to breathe with the new inches but you still don’t seem to wake up or stir.

Cumming within minutes has never been a problem for Toji, maybe when he was younger but even then, he’s always had stamina. But something about using you as you sleep and the hard suckling your body is instinctively doing the minute something enters your mouth is all too much. He can feel an orgasm coming as his balls rise.

Maybe it’s a pride thing and he doesn’t want to cum without even moving inside of you, maybe he’s just horny but the next thing he knows, he’s thrusting into your mouth in small doses with a deep ‘ah’ with every rut. He’s basically just nudging your throat and increasing the amount of suction because your lips just won’t let up. Your head rises off of the floor with his dick, refusing to let go everytime he pulls back too much. But that doesn’t stop him from continuing to fuck your face as much as your suckling mouth will allow.

“God, you want it so fucking— ngh— bad. Gonna feed you all my milk, don’t worry,” he groans out, almost in frustration. His dick is growing sore from your abuse but it feels just as good. “Be fucking patient.”

Although Toji’s mind is hazy, he can still acknowledge that he can’t just cum in your mouth and potentially choke you to death. He should pull out, cum on his own hand like the pathetic man he is and leave you to sleep for the rest of the night, having caused enough harm already— but he just can’t.

Your suckling is almost mean, and he isn’t even sure if you’ll let him go if he tries to pull out. So with one hard thrust, Toji apologizes to you in a deep grunt, and he mounts your face until his balls are on your chin and you’re gurgling. His entire cock is in your throat, slid all the way down and he can feel it begin to convulse, fighting desperately to breathe.

“Cumming. cumming, sorry, kid.” Toji groans as he begins to fuck your constricting throat, again not pulling out really at all, but simply pushing deeper over and over again until cum finally spurts out and enters your esophagus without even touching your throat or mouth.

“Here you go,” Toji sighs, all of his weight on your face as cum continues to expend out of his tip intermittently. He’s aware he’s suffocating you and your body is twitching behind him, but he thinks you can handle a few minutes while he inserts his sperm into your body.

Finally, Toji’s orgasm wanes and he lets out a deep breath, the type of sigh an old man makes as he stands and his knees crack and back pulls. He gently pulls out of your throat and thankfully, you don’t latch on again. “Good girl, no more sucky.” He almost chuckles at the sight of your body immediately gasping for air instead of suckling him back in.

He’s quick to get off of your face and tuck himself back in, licking his lips as he does so in a slight rush.

Then he’s kneeling beside you once again as he grabs your chin and moves your face side to side to make sure you’re breathing and okay before rubbing the top of your head briefly. “Thanks, kid. Mouth feels real nice.”

He’s about to stand and leave but with a cocked brow, he curiously uses one finger to push the very tip into your mouth and jumps in surprise when you latch onto it and suckle.

“Jesus,” he breathes, still a bit shocked by the scare, “you didn’t get enough time with mommy, huh?”

Toji cackles at his own joke and eyes you in a mix of awe and curiosity as you suckle on it.

Just like with his cock, it’s painful how hard you suck, he can feel the blood pushing to the tip of his finger.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Toji grunts, pulling his finger out with a wince. He rubs his finger as you whine in your sleep, likely subconsciously growing irritated at the amount of stimulation being inflicted on you.

Toji takes that as his cue and leaves, closing the door softly as if he wasn’t just balls deep inside of your throat.

The next morning, Toji’s leaning against the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee, watching the news on the tv in the living room from there. You and Megumi groggily eat the breakfast Toji made for you at the island.

You cough and choke a bit on your pancakes and quickly drink some of your orange juice before taking a deep breath and running a hand through your hair. Toji doesn’t bat an eye, much too tired and an old grumpy man to think much on it this early in the morning.

“You okay?” Megumi questions you tiredly before taking a bite out of his bacon.

You nod and hum, coughing a bit when using your vocal cords.

“My throat’s kinda sore,” you shrug, a hand massaging your throat lightly.

Toji’s eyes flick at you briefly and quickly before returning to the tv.

“Do you feel sick?” Megumi asks, more of his attention on you now that you’ve expressed discomfort.

“Eh,” you say casually, “not really.”

Megumi hums and lets it go without much more he can add to the conversation.

“It really bothering you?” Toji asks you in his naturally laid back manner, tone harsh like always.

“Oh, no,” you immediately take on a polite tone when addressing your best friends father, “don’t worry about it. I’m fine, im sure it’ll pass.”

Toji grunts in affirmation before turning and grabbing something from a cabinet.

He approaches the opposite end of the island where you and Megumi are sat and offers you a lollipop.

“‘S not medicine but might help,” Toji shrugs and takes a sip of his black coffee.

Your eyes flick up to him quickly before you accept the lollipop with a kind smile. “Thanks, Mr. Fushiguro.”

He huffs silently to himself at the title you’ve given him as he moves back to his position leaning against the kitchen counter with his coffee.

Toji goes back to watching the news but his focus is all on his peripherals where you’re unwrapping the paper and happily latching onto the poor lollipop. The minute it’s sucked into your mouth, his cock aches in remembrance of the pain but twitches in pleasure and grows a few inches at the same time.

You’re a good kid and he knows that, but now Toji’s gonna use you as his own personal face fucking glory hole until he can’t anymore.

—-

Was just thinking about how Toji seems like his first choice is always a blowjob

.ᐟ foreseeable future — pt. 3

k.bakugou smau

he’s your brother’s best friend (and your bf!!!!!!!! wow!!)

a/n: hashtag real shit hashtag i want that cookie bad hashtag here’s a requested last part eeeeeeeeeekkkk

m.list | part 1 | part 2

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮’𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: stoner!tattooed!pierced!geto, shotgunning, pussy/cock-drunk, squirting, heavy praise/encouragement, struggle to ride suguru’s fat cock, friends with benefits, squirting, kissing, groping, begging, some cock sucking, daddy/mama/princess, suguru is lovesick, size kink

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @unknownspecies; stoner geto !!!

fey: I needs this! I needs it!

Admiring you Suguru’s kissable lips stretch into a lazy, cocky smirk. Tracing the inky dark lines of his large chest piece. “Wanna suck your handsome, thick, veiny cock, I’m soakin’ lookin’ at you handsome.” Lovingly gazing into his warm, hungry dark chocolate eyes. The white of his eyes is pink.

Feeling up his hard abs, tracing each line, biting your lip when they deepen. “I’ve been watching your heavy cock sway when you walk. And your ass,” groaning, Suguru quickly kisses you, blowing thick smoke into your mouth.

Slipping his tongue into your mouth, you're following his lead without a thought. Whining into the kiss, enticing a deep groan. Leaning back, staring down at you, “Beautiful mama ya want me that badly?” Blowing out the bitter smoke.

You wonder how the simple act of pushing his long hair out out of his beautiful face could be so sexy? Suguru’s thick arm subtly flexes. The muscles of his biceps ripples beneath his pale inked-up skin. You're figuring out an answer.

Everything about Suguru Geto is too damn beautiful.

Your slick trickles down your thighs. “Need ya Daddy, fuck it’s not fair how handsome you are, how big your cock is, even when soft. Or how bubbly your thick ass is. You’re too much Daddy, so beautiful n’ sweet with me.” Kneeling in front of him, grabbing half hard thick cock. Sucking his fat head, swirling your tongue around him, feeling the thick, soft ridge of him.

Suguru ertoic groans goes to your pussy. "Mmm fuck me…what isn't fair is how hot your lips 'round my cock looks." Bobbing your head, taking him in smooth deep, quick strokes. Smearing the spit along the rest of him with a swirl of your fist. "Fuck that’s it." When he curses like that your cunt clenches.

Smoke escapes as his jaw drops. His eyes roll back, thighs tremble, abs clenching. "Nnnn expecting me not to cum quickly when you’re suckin' on me like that isn't fair." You fondle his large balls, warm in your palm.

He confesses, "Been thinkin' 'bout ya too, woke up from a wet dream I had 'bout ya." Sliding him out with a pop, kissing along a puffy vein, feeling it pulsing beneath your lips. "I had your sexy ass riding my fat cock." Licking Suguru taking him deep into your mouth with a smooth stroke. Gagging on him, your cunt clenching around nothing.

He groans, "Please mama, lemme feel your sloppy pretty cunt. Been dreamin' of your soft lips wrappin' 'round me. Of how hot and wet you get for me." Standing up, he moves further back onto his bed, snuffing out his blunt. You slip off his baggy shirt you've stolen from his closet, throwing it close to his laundry bin.

Climbing onto the bed, straddling his hips, encouraging Suguru, "Please? You wanna beg a little more for me?" Straddling his hips, slipping your fingers into your dripping, hot cunt. Soaking your fingers, holding them close to his lips.

He warns, "If I beg then you're doing all the work, I'm not helpin'." Licking your fingers clean, his tongue's bar dragging along you.

Grabbing his heavy cock, holding it upright swiping him between your lips. Lining him up, then waiting. With your fingers stuffed in his mouth. You free the rest of his long hair. Damn Suguru is gorgeous.

Suguru groans, "Always tastin' so fuckin' good." Grabbing your hip, licking his thumb, stroking your clit. "I'll have to cum on your beautiful tits. Imma eat your sloppy overstimulated cunt after you're done using my cock like a dildo." Rubbing your puffy clit faster, clenching his tip.

Whining, "That's not begging! I wanna hear you beggin' for me daddy, I always do for you!" He glides his large hand up your side, cupping your breast, and rubbing your soft nipple. His cocky smirk makes you hornier.

Thoughts of sitting on his face and ignoring his beautiful cock crosses your mind.

Suguru sounds so needy pleading, "Use my fat cock to take care of your beautiful dripping wet, hot tight cunt. Wanna see her take me, feel her stretch n' clench, hear you moan while my beautiful cunt squelches from how wet you are." Pushing your hips down, sinking just the tip in, clenching him tightly. He's too big, moaning as he stretches out your cunt.

Sliding your fingers through his soft hair, “Unless you want me to just bounce on your tip. I could play with my clit till I cum.” Slowly bouncing on his thick tip, getting off on feeling it stretch you out. Stopping when the soft ridge of his head slips it. Clenching your cunt when it tugs on your cunt as you gently glide him out.

Suguru's pleads "Princess nnnn please fuck let me feel ya more, you're so tight, hot! Need ya to ride me, wanna feel ya cum, see your sexy face when you do." Keeping him upright wishing he would slam you down on his cock.

You whine rocking your hips struggling to take more of his fat cock into your tight cunt. Sliding your hand out of his hair, dragging your hand along his broad shoulder. Squeezing his thick pec, biting him creating a bright red mark.

Suguru begs, "Please mama ya can take more than just the tip," moaning, partly smirking at you, "or am I too big to fit?" Digging your nails in close to his sensitive v-line, he groans his hips jerking up reflexively. Crying, pausing, the pleasure from him stroking your clit easing the aching of your cunt taking him so suddenly.

He croons, "You're ok princess Daddy got ya. I’m gonna make sure ya feel good." Steadily playing with your clit, keeping his hips still. "Take ya time princess getting used to how big I am, we got all day." Rocking your hips slowly, barely taking half of Suguru.

Letting Suguru go, placing your hand on his hard abs. "I love how full you get me." He slides his hand over your breast, wrapping his hand lightly around your neck. Pulling you in close, shy of a kiss.

"I fuckin' love hearing you whine, feelin' you clench," softly kissing you, "seein' ya tremblin'. You're so beautiful mama, nnng wanna be your's." Another veiny inch, clenching his waist. Getting off on the softness of his skin contrasting how hard rock hard cock.

Suguru passionately kisses you, slipping his tongue past your lips. Rubbing your tongue along the metal bar. Rocking your hips faster, getting used to how wide he stretches you. Swirling your hips, he whines, rubbing your clit faster.

Breaking away groaning, "Love dreamin' about you, and wakin' up to you, making ya breakfast hearing your praise on how good it tastes." Gliding his hand down your chest, along your waist and over your hip.

Cupping your ass with both hands. You lie on top of him, bouncing on as much of his cock as you can fit into your sloppy wet cunt. He can't stop. "Fuck I miss ya when you sleep at your own place. You should sleep with me more, nnnn wanna wake up holdin' ya close." Covering Suguru's face in gentle, loving kissing, steadily rocking your hips.

"I'll stay whenever you like, how long you like, eatin' up your food, letting you be small or big spoon, smokin' up your bud." Feeling up his chest, your hands wandering from the sculpted curve of his sides to his thick pecs, and hard pecs.

Kissing his lips gentle, he deepens the kiss, groaning. Slipping his tongue past your lips, it’s needy, rough and passionate. You don’t pull away till your lungs are aching for air.

Steadying his breathing, suggesting, "We can have our first date tonight, I’ll cook us dinner, roll us a fat blunt, cover you in kisses and cuddling close. You can pick the movies." Leaning back for him to watch his veiny, thick cock vanishing into your tight, dripping cunt. “I’ll make whatever you want, gonna take care of you make ya feel loved and safe.”

Gliding more of him in, he grabs the headboard, his knuckles turning white. Your cunt fluttering from his deep groan. Your pride swelling from getting Suguru drunk off your cunt. "Need to cum ‘n ya so badly! Wanna fuck ya senseless but seeing ya struggle with my cock is so fuckin' hot.” His abs momentarily flexing.

Getting off on how big and muscular he is, trembling and whining underneath you from your cunt. Spasming around him, you’re so close to cumming. Stroking your clit faster, your pace staggering before steadying out.

He moans, “Nng you've almost gotten all of me, keep going, you can take me princess.” You’re gushing in his cock, thick cum trickling down his cock. Rocking your hips back, taking him fully, he croons, “That’s it, ‘m so proud of ya sweetheart.” Sitting on his cock, your slick trickling down his balls, some splashing onto his abs.

“My cock feels good!" You can’t think straight, lost in the intense peak. Unable to move your legs, he’s throbbing inside you, thick veins pulsing. His head kissing your cervix, he’s so deep. And despite cumming you want more.

Feebly lifting your hips, Suguru helps you, firmly grabbing your waist. Lifting you till his fat cockhead is the only part of him split your sloppy, sensitive cunt open. "Is this your cock? Am I your’s?”

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♱ ‧₊˚. X MARKS THE SPOT ꒰ jjk men + nsfw twt visuals + accompanying drabbles ꒱ nsfw — mdni, f!reader, yuuji [oral + fingering (f!rec), squirting, hair pulling, begging, mindbreak], megumi [missionary, vanilla sex, dacryphilia], gojo [dry humping, teasing, premature ejaculation, petnames (doll, baby)], toji [gunplay, degradation, dirty talk, use of "whore"], sukuna [breeding, creampie, implied overstim, mindbreak]. part two coming with the rest of the jjk men soon. also, recs for twt accounts inclusive of all skin tones and sizes would be so appreciated ʚ̴̶̷̆ ̯ʚ̴̶̷̆

yuuji itadori. he doesn't think he can go a day without eating you out; his slick-coated lips kissing and sucking on your clit while two of his fingers quirk against that one precious spot inside you that he knows will have you spilling all over his face in no time. he can't get enough of the way you tug on his pink locks, the heels of your feet digging into his shoulder blades. what he loves the most, though, is your voice. it's whiny and needy and so, so cute. he's not exactly sure what you're begging him for— but neither do you; the feeling of his hot mouth attacking your cunny and his fingers scissoring themselves against your walls is enough to have you speaking in tongues.

megumi fushiguro. he always fucks you like this— slowly, intimately, lovingly every time he returns home from a mission. breaths mingled, limbs intertwined and clouded eyes blurring the line between love and lust. he swallows the murmured "i love you's" that you leave on his lips, the weight of your words travelling straight to his cock. a hand runs through your hair as he catches the tears that fall onto the apples of your cheeks with his own, a familiar warmth flooding his chest from how loved you make him feel. he always fucks you like this— a sound reminder that at the end of the day, no matter what, he's always going to come back home to you.

toji fushiguro. he loves the thrill of fucking you with his gun. loves to hear the shakiness in your moans when he eases the barrel into your slick cunny— loves the way you cover your face from the embarrassment brought on from how much this turns you on, when you know it shouldn't. he laughs when the front side slides up against that one squishy spot inside you that has your thighs squeezing around his hand; he's sucking and kissing all over your neck, his baritone voice ringing through your ear, pushing you closer and closer to your high, "look at how you're gushin' all over my glock— does it turn you on that much? haha, you filthy fuckin' whore."

satoru gojo. he's a tease most of the time, but he won't deny how much it turns him on when you flip the switch on him. his jaw falls slack when you grind down on his hard dick while wearing those shorts of yours that he loves so much; every drag of your clothed cunny over his length making the fire in the pit of his stomach burn brighter. his laboured groans of "you're killin' me, doll," only make you grind down harder, coaxing moan after moan from him. he's quick to cum— making a mess as he spills his thick seed all over your ass; but he's back to being hard again as soon as he spots your slick leaking through the fabric of your shorts, "looks like it's my turn now, baby."

ryoumen sukuna. he fucks you with the sole purpose of filling your womb up to the brim with his cum. he despises the thought of having even a single minuscule droplet of his seed going to waste, but those thoughts leave his head as soon as he catches sight of it oozing out of your spoiled cunny. his cum is potent; thick, and creamy, and warm, and he feels himself getting hard again from admiring your fucked out state. he's quick to line up his dick a third, fourth, maybe even fifth time at your entrance, sliding into it with ease. insatiable, is what he is— fucking you full until his balls are emptied and you're reduced to nothing but a dumb, babbling mess beneath him.

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「THE BEST DESSERT」 | TENDOU SATORI

SUMMARY: Tendou’s an amazing and passionate chocolatier. Y/n always loved his food, and she’s about to find out there’s more he can do with chocolate than just confectionery.

WARNINGS: oral sex (fem!receiving), food play, degrading, edging, choking, spanking, masochism, vaginal penetration, breeding.

AO3 | WATTPAD

You look out of the car window, admiring Paris streets as you're on the way to Tendou’s chocolate shop. He asked you to come over to try his new recipe that he seems kind of insecure to sell for his customers.

You thank the Uber driver and get out of the car, smelling the sweet scent that exhales from your friend’s shop.

The redhead was attending his last customer of the day, speaking excitedly about the different types of chocolate he made. You smile at the scene, nothing makes Tendou happier than speaking about something he is passionate about. His eyes light up and he opens his mouth to show a smile that could light up the night. your heart skips a beat and you breathe in, finally opening the door.

“This one is the Valentine’s Day special, it has a bit of pepper, to, you know, help you put a little bit of spice into your relationship.” Tendou says to the old lady while holding a box of red chocolate.

You quietly laugh at him as you put your bag and coat on the balcony.

“I’m a widow.” The old lady says and you turn around to see the chocolatier with a desperate look on his face. Satori’s usually really good at guessing things but sometimes he makes mistakes like this one.

“Eh, anyways, so, we also have this passion fruit stuffed bonbon, it’s exotic, everyone loves it.” He says as he grabs the chocolate box fast and clumsily.

You slap your mouth and turn around trying not to laugh at him and his attempt to hide his awkwardness.

After a short while, the old lady chooses her sweets and pays for them, walking out of the shop with an annoyed face on.

“Jesus Christ, Tendou, I don’t think she’s ever coming back.” You say, finally letting your laugh out.

“This was the most awkward moment of my life.” He says, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t think so, remember when you dropped the belgian chocolate mousse on the city’s major at the chocolate contest?”

“Why do you always remind me of that, y/n?”

“So, where’s the new recipe?” You ask as you jump on the balcony counter.

“Oh, right! It’s actually in my apartment. I was thinking maybe you could come over, we can order something and then watch that new horror movie you were talking about?” He offers while looking at you expectantly.

You put your hand on your chin, making a questioning face, as if his question was a philosophical one. You tap your finger on your chin and side eye Tendou, who’s still waiting anxiously for your answer.

“It’s a great offer, there’s no way I can refuse it.” You say with a smile on your face.

“Yay! I’ll just close the cash register and we can go.” He says, going behind the counter.

You scroll through your phone while waiting for him to finish and grab his things.

“All done, let’s go!” Tendou says as he offers you his hand, to help you get out of the balcony.

You thank him and walk ahead. Suddenly, you feel his hand on your lower back. Your breath hitches and you continue walking normally, mentally hoping he didn’t notice your quick moment of weakness.

“My car is on the other side of the block, there was nowhere to park when I got here.” He says, turning right to where you suppose was the direction of his car.

“Can I wait here? My feet are killing me, I would really appreciate it if you could just get the car and come get me here.” You say, stopping on your tracks, looking at him with a pouting face.

He turns to look at you and answer but something behind you catches his attention first.

“No, you’re coming with me.” He says as he puts his arm around your waist and pulls you close to his chest, walking faster than before.

“Ten, what are you doing?” You ask confusedly.

“Don’t ask, just walk, we’ll talk in the car.” He says without looking at you.

You start walking faster, trying to keep up with his pace. He holds you tightly against him and looks back a couple of times.

We get to the car and he opens the passenger seat door for me. After You get in, he closes the door and runs to the driver’s side. He looks back one more time before finally getting in the car.

“So?”

“So what?”

“Why were you acting so weird?”

“There were some creepy dudes looking at you, if I had left you alone there they would’ve tried something for sure.” He answers while putting the seat belt on and starting the car.

“And you held me because?” He looks at you confused.

“Y/n, I just told you, they were looking at you like you were their prey.”

“I think you were just looking for an excuse to touch me.” You say as you lean against the car window.

“Maybe I was.” Tendou says and puts his right hand on your thigh, while the other stays on the wheel.

The touch makes you blush and you turn to the side, hiding your red face from him. His thumb caresses your skin and you bite your lips, mentally screaming at the situation you're in.

You stayed quiet the whole ride and Tendou sang along to the songs that were playing on the radio, as if his hand on your thigh was something completely normal to him.

He pulls up to his apartment parking lot and before you get the chance to open the door he leans over and opens it for me. You can feel his breath on your neck, sending goosebumps to your body. You thank him and quickly get out of the car. He gets out and you look at him to see he has an evil smirk on his face.

This bitch knows the effect he has on me.

“So how was your day?” He asks as we walk towards the elevator.

You tell him about it as we make our way up to his flat. We order some pizza and lay blankets and pillows on his day-bed, setting everything up for the movie night.

[...]

Your stomach feels heavy from all the pizza you ate. You're wrapped around a blanket watching the movie without blinking. You hear Tendou laugh.

”What?” You turn to the side to ask him.

“Nothing, you just look really cute right now.”

“Shut up.” You punch the side of his arm.

The movie is near the end, the suspense fills the room and you bite your lips in frustration, debating whether you should keep watching or bury your face on the couch.

A jumpscare scene comes up and you yell in fear. Tendou laughs loudly and breathlessly at you who’s now hyperventilating because of the movie.

“Come here.” He says between laughs. You look at him and see him with his arms open indicating for you to cuddle him.

You hug his waist and continue watching the movie. His hand goes up and down on your back in a comforting way, making you feel safe in his arms.

“Thank you.” You say still looking at the tv.

“You don’t have to thank me for this. You’re scared, it happens”

“No, I didn’t thank you properly for not leaving me alone with those creeps. I owe you one.”

“You don’t owe me anything, I couldn’t leave my girl alone don‘t matter the circumstances.”

Your eyes widen and you look up to him instantly.

“Your wh-”

“Oh, look at that, it’s dessert time!” He interrupts you getting out of the couch and grabbing your wrist, taking you with him. “So the recipe I want you to try is a chocolate ice cream I created, it has a mixture of two different kinds of chocolate and a milk cream to make it creamy.”

He goes to the freezer and gets the ice cream. You grab two spoons from the kitchen drawer and sit on the counter, smiling anxiously. You're always the first one to try Tendou’s new recipes and never once he made something bad, confectionery was his vocation and it clearly shows.

“Ladies first.” He says, opening the ice cream pot.

You take a big portion of the ice cream with your spoon and eat it. The chocolate melts on your tongue and it feels like paradise. You close your eyes so you can fully focus on the dessert and hum as you swallow the ice cream.

“It. Is. So. Good. Tendou. Oh. My. God.” You say and he laughs.

“I’m glad you liked it, this was my third attempt to do it, I couldn't seem to get the chocolate temperature right.”

We both eat the ice cream like little kids on a summer day. Having a sweet tooth, we ate almost half of the pot in just one sitting. You look at him and see he has chocolate all over his face.

“Ten, come here.” You order and he gets closer. “You have chocolate all over your face.” You laugh.

You cup his face on your hands and wipe the chocolate off of the sides of his mouth with your thumbs, licking and sucking them after to get the taste of the frozen desert. Tendou stares at you the whole time, shocked as he sees you tasting the chocolate that was once on his face.

“Oh, look! You have some in your face too!” He says and cups your face just like you did with him.

But he doesn’t wipe it with his thumb. He gets closer to your face and licks the side of your mouth that, supposedly, had ice cream on it.

He smirks when he sees the blush on your cheeks, probably feeling the heat coming out of them. You don’t hesitate and grab some of the desert with your spoon, placing it on his lips.

“I think I missed a spot!”

You close the gap between us and slam your lips onto his. You lick his lips and he puts his hand on the back of your head, deepening the kiss. The kiss is cold because of the ice cream, but it’s heat that flows through it. Everyone knew that you and Tendou had something between us, but we were too focused on your careers to think about anything else. Still, he gave you butterflies everytime he looked at you with those big red eyes and irresistible smile. After a few seconds you pull away from him, still flustered.

“Why did you kiss me?” He asked.

“Because you had ice cream on your lips.”

“Just because of that?” He asks teasingly.

“Yeah, just because of that.”

“Okay then.”

He digs his finger in the pot and presses it on your lips, immediately kissing you afterwards, with more passion and hunger than before. He licks your bottom lip and you open your mouth, letting him explore it. You moan into the kiss and grab him by the shirt, pulling him closer.

We pull back, searching for air.

“You had ice cream on your lips.” He says, caressing your cheek with his hand.

“Shut up, Tendou.”

“Okay.”

He starts kissing your neck, hands now traveling around your waist, under your shirt. You still can’t believe what’s going on, but you won’t stop him, you don’t want to.

He grabs your shirt’s strap and pulls it up. You put your arms up to help him take it off of me. Once your shirt is off, he kisses your chest, his left hand going down your spine and under your bottomwear, grabbing and gripping on your ass. His right hand sits on the side of your thigh and he delivers sloppy kisses on your skin, going from your chest, all the way up to your ear.

“Let’s continue this on the couch, shall we?”

“B- But the dessert?!”

He leans back and looks at you then at the pot, and at you again.

“You’ll be my dessert.” He says as he smirks and grabs the ice cream pot with one hand, the other goes around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

He pulls you out of the kitchen counter and carries you to the living room with one arm. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, thightly, cautious not to fall.

Tendou throws you on the couch, immediately pushing your skirt off of me.

“Lean back on the backrest.” He orders and you do as you're told.

You look at him expectantly, closing your legs and pressing your thighs against each other. He takes off his shirt, to show his subtle abs, the result of years playing volleyball since childhood.

“Open your legs for me.”

You don’t move. You keep looking at him, paralised. You still can’t believe that you're actually doing this. You thought the thought of Tendou railing you was a fictional scene your head created as you started to get to know him better, it’s hard to believe dreams actually come true.

“I told you to open your legs.” He says with a serious look on his face.

You could do it, but you won’t. You want to see what he’s going to do if you don’t follow his orders. Tendou was always extremely sweet to you and everyone else, this authoritarian side of him is new to you,and it excites you not being able to tell what he’s doing next.

He puts his hands on your knees and pushes your legs open, sitting between them. The redhead brings his hand from your thigh all the way up to your neck, the cold fingertips making your skin dither. He holds your neck and tightens his grip on the sides, restricting your airflow.

“When I order something, you obey. Do you understand, you whore?” He says to your ear.

You nod in agreement.

“Say you understand.”

“I understand.” You manage to say, struggling because of the hard hand on your neck.

“Good, now take off your bra.”

You obey him, unhooking your bra and throwing it somewhere in the room. Tendou grabs the forgotten ice cream pot from the side. He leans down and delivers a kiss on each one of your boobs before tilting the pot, letting the almost melted dessert fall on your chest. You take a deep breath, your whole body feels cold and you shiver at the feeling of the cream dispersing through your skin. He stares at you and licks his lips.

“It looks delicious.”

One drop drains down to your bell bottom. You whimper and arch your back as Tendou licks the drop. He drags his tongue to taste all the chocolate from your skin, and takes your left boob in his mouth. He sucks on it, still with a bit of ice cream on his tongue. He sucks fast, your breathing gets heavier and you run your hand through his hair.

Once he’s done, he puts his arms under your thighs and pulls you down, making you lay fully on the couch. His finger finds your underwear’s strap and he takes it off of you fast.

“I don’t wanna hear a single sound from you, understood?” He asks, grabbing the pot again.

“Yes.”

He takes the pot once again, and spreads the chocolate all over your aroused organ. You cover your mouth with your two hands to muffle the sound you wanted to let escape from it. Tendou laughs and starts unbuttoning his belt.

“Covering your mouth is cheating, y/n” He grabs his belt, hovers over you,takes your hands off of your mouth, pinning them above your head, and wrapps the belt around your wrists. “Let’s see how long you can hold your moans in.”

He goes back down with a smirk on his face. Having known you for years, Tendou knows that you're sensitive to all kinds of touch, and you know he probably wants you to make even the slightest sound, just so he can punish me . You bite your lips, determined to not let anything slip out.

Tendou puts your knees over his shoulders, hands on your inner thighs to keep you in place. He licks his lips and stares at you,looking directly in your eyes.

“ Itadakimasu .” He says teasingly, before pushing his tongue against you,taking all the ice cream inside his mouth.

He alternates between sucking your clit and pushing his tongue up your opening. your back arches and you swallow your moans down your throat. The feeling of his cold tongue inside of you makes your eyes go to the back of your head. The pleasure overwhelms your body, and it feels like you're on fire.

“How many fingers can you take?” He asks, raising his head from me.

Your mind stops as you look at the length of Tendou’s fingers. If his fingers are that long, imagine how long is his…

“One.”

“How about we make it three?” Your eyes widened. “Oh, c’mon, y/n, you’re a good slut, I know you can take it.”

You think for a moment and nod, making him smile in victory. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself for what's coming next. He slowly inserts his fingers inside of you,carefully watching your facial expressions as you hold your whimpers and moans back. He starts moving his fingers faster and you have to bite your lips harder.

He starts sucking your clit again, gently biting and licking on it. He hums against your skin, the vibrations sending you closer to the edge. Suddenly, he curves his fingers inside of you and your breathing hitches, making you whimper at surprise. You look down at Tendou, fearing he might’ve heard it, but he doesn’t show any reaction. His long fingers hit your g-spot and you let a big moan come out.

“Well well, I guess I found the right spot.” He says with an evil, but still attractive face on.

He adds another finger and hits the spot again. You moan loudly.

“Two.”

You try to calm down and hold your sounds back, but at this point anything he does to you will get you screaming. He thrusts his fingers inside of you again. Your legs start to feel numb as you arch your back and moan.

“Three.”

He starts rubbing your clit with his thumb, sending an overwhelming wave of pleasure through your body.

“Four.”

You clench on his fingers, indicating you're close to reaching your climax.

“Five.”

“Satori! I- I’m close!” You say moaning.

“No, you only get to cum when I let you.”

“Fuck.”

“Huh?”

He inserts his fingers fast and tougher than before. You scream in pleasure.

“Six.”

What the fuck is this man counting?

“Satori, I can’t hold it anymore.” You beg him, your unsteady breathing making your voice crack a little.

“Beg, bitch.”

“Satori, let me cum, please. ”

“I can’t hear you, darling.” He curves his fingers again.

“Sa-Satori! Please! Let me cum!”

“Look at my little slut, begging me to let her cum.” He laughs. “So adorable. Go on, cum for me.”

He hits your g-spot once again and your whole body starts to shake. A wave of numbness fills every inch of your skin as you arch your back. You open your mouth to moan but nothing comes out, there’s no sound or word that could describe how you're feeling right now.

You can feel your wrist skin burning because of the friction with the leather, but the only thing you can focus on is the way you can feel your body to the maximum extent. you're completely sensitive and whimpers escape your mouth as the numbness slowly leaves your being.

You stay quiet, trying to compose yourself and regulate your breathing. You look at Tendou and he has nothing but pure lust in his eyes. It’s an intimidating look, but still exciting. He hovers over you to release your arms, but before he reaches for them you get your hands up behind his neck and pull him down for a kiss.

Your tongues dance tougher against each other, a mixture of sweetness from the dessert and stickiness from your juices fills our mouths.

“You taste good, right?” He asks as he pulls away from me.

Satori cups your cheek with one hand, the other beside your head as a support for him to stay on top of me. He runs his thumb over the trace of tears that are marked in your face, tears of pleasure that you didn’t even notice were there until now.

“You know, I’ve eaten a lot of amazing desserts, from all over the world, west to east. All types of chocolate, textures, cakes, pies... but I’ll tell you something: you are, by far, the best dessert I ever tasted.”

You stare at his eyes only to find sincerity in them. Tendou Satori, the guy who loves confectionery more than anything else in the world, just told you you're the best thing he ever tasted. You can’t find words to say to him, so you show him how you feel through your actions. You kiss him once again, with more hunger and passion than you ever kissed anyone before. He kisses you back, reciprocating the same feelings. After making out for a while, Tendou gets up and finally takes the belt off of your wrists.

“Turn around, all in fours.”

You roll over to position yourself as he said. He puts both his hands on your hips and leans down to your ear.

“You think I forgot you disobeyed me?” He whispers. “It’s time for your punishment, honey.” He says, running his hands down to your ass, caressing it. “One spank for every moan you let out. If I’m not mistaken, it was six, right?”

“Ten. Give me ten.”

“Ten? Damn, you sure are a bad girl, huh?” He says laughing. “Well, I’ll give you as much as you want.”

He leaves a kiss on the side of your neck before leaning back up. You barely have time to breathe before Tendou’s hand hits your skin. You feel a deep sting on your ass and the burn from the spank takes over your body.

“Does it hurt?” He asks, rubbing his palm over the red spot on your cheek.

“No.”

He hits the same spot, with more strength than before. You moan as your skin melts under his touch.

“You’re sure?”

He switches to the other cheek, delivering a powerful hit on it. Sometimes I forget he used to spike volleyballs in high school. You grab a pillow from the side and put it under your head, stretching your arms under it, now laying fully on your stomach.

“I want you to count for me.”

“Four!” You yell against the pillow as he hits me.

Endorphins fill your body and the pain turns to pleasure.

“Five!”

“Six!”

“Seven!”

“Eight!”

“Nine!”

You don’t want it to be over, but the spankings aren’t the only thing you're craving right now. your lust mixes with the hormones your brain releases and there’s nothing in the world that You want more than for Tendou to fuck you already.

The last spank comes in doubles. Both his hands hit your ass as you scream. Your knees and thighs hurt because of the tension, but all you can feel is high and bliss. You can hear Tendou taking off his pants, the corners of your mouth going up in excitement.

You turn around and crawl over to him. You put your hands around his neck and pull him for a kiss, while throwing us back to the couch, him on top of me. You ran your hands from his neck down to the bunge in his boxers. You can feel the wet spot of pre-cum on the tip of his dick. He groans as you stroke his erected member.

“Please, Satori. Just fuck me already. I want you all over me. I want you inside of me.” He laughs.

“I wish your co-workers could see how the ‘calm and lovinly y/n’ is right now, begging me to fuck her senseless. Did they know you’re actually a whore?”

“I don’t think so, but you can tell them how much of a slut I am for you after you’re done with me.” You say against his ear, fuelling the monster inside of him.

He pulls his boxers down fast, not wanting to waste any more seconds. He puts your right leg over his shoulder and positions his tip on your entrance. His left arm goes around your wait, closing your bodies together, chest to chest. He thrusts inside of you, making you the most full I’ve ever been. As he’s about to pull out, you clench around him, making him groan loud in your ear.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

He increases his pace and goes in rougher, both your moans filling up the room. The skin clapping echoes through his flat and out of it, probably waking his neighbours up, but we don't care, the only thing on your minds right now is each other and how we wish this moment could last forever.

You feel a knot starting to form in your stomach and you dig your nails on his back, scratching it. Satori whimpers at the feeling as he continues to push himself in and out of me. He puts your left leg over his shoulder for better access and goes in even faster.

“Sa-Satori, I-”

“Not yet.”

Tears flow through your eyes as you try to hold your climax in. Your nails leave marks all over his back like red paint in a canva, your thighs hurt and you know it’s gonna be hard to walk for a couple of days, but it’s all worth it.

“Are you ready?” He asks.

“Yeah, but don’t pull out.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I want you to fill me up.”

Tendou precisely hits your g-spot, as if he knew your body like the palm of his hand. You scream in pleasure as he keeps banging the same spot.

“On three, okay?” You nodd. “One… two… three.”

We reach your climaxes at the same time. Your body shakes as he keeps thrusting you,prolonging your orgasms. The overstimulation causes you to reach what athletes know as ‘zone’, your mind has nothing but this exact moment, when you're at peak pleasure, your body feels light and relaxed, as if Tendou could take all your problems and frustrations away just like that.

He drops all his weight on you and we keep still, painting. After a while, he pulls out of you and lays beside you,bringing you close to his chest. The soreness finally kicks you and everything from your hips down hurts, but in a good way. You can feel the warm liquids running down your thighs, probably dropping to his couch.

“Are you okay?” He asks, back to his sweet self again.

“Yes, I’m more than okay actually. You?”

“I feel amazing… just a quick question, are you on a pill or something?”

“Yeah, I take anticoncepcional, don’t worry, you won’t be a dad nine months from now.” You answer laughing, as you snuggle into his chest.

“Oh, okay. Is this a good moment to confess to you that I love you, or will it seem like you're just saying this because of the awesome sex we just had?

You laugh. your heart fills with warmth and a big smile takes over your face.

“I love you too, Satori, I always did.”

You kiss him once again and hug him tightly.

“We made quite a mess, why don’t you go shower and I’ll clean this up and come meet you there?” He asks as he runs his hand through your hair.

“Okay, baby.”

You get out of his embrace and get out of the couch. As you're about to take a step, your legs give up and you crash into the floor.

“I guess you won’t be walking for a few days, huh?” Satori says between his laughs, trying to stand up to help me

“Fuck you.”

“You just did.”

He holds you in his arms and gets you out of the floor, then picks you up, bridal style.

“The mess can wait, let’s take a shower, I can’t have my girl hurting herself falling.”

You kiss his cheek and we go to the bathroom like two love birds.

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