Warnings: NSFWđ, Heavy Somnophilia, Non Con, Age Gap (nanami Is 40, Reader Is 22) Poor Nanami :3 This
warnings: NSFWđ, heavy somnophilia, non con, age gap (nanami is 40, reader is 22) poor nanami :3 this is a long one~
coming home from college to surprise your mom sounds like a great idea until her boyfriend, nanami, mistakes you for her and shoves his dick in you.
itâs not your fault you dozed off in her bed, waiting for her to come home from work. sheâd never mentioned her late nights, and you never thought to ask. maybe if you hadnât slipped into one of the oversized, decidedly masculine shirts and baggy sweatpants from her closet, it wouldnât have been so easy for someone to mistake you for her. but honestly, thatâs not your fault either. your mom had packed up your old clothes from your childhood room ages ago so you figured she wouldnât mind if you put on some of her clothes after being on the nasty train all day. and itâs not like you asked for the gene that makes you look enough like her from behind for it to be a problemâespecially when theyâre drunk enough to not tell the difference.
your first real mistake, the one thatâs entirely on you, is never being able to sleep on your back. youâre a side sleeper through and throughâso used to the position that you didnât even stir when nanami stumbled in, muttering half-forgotten lyrics to an old jazz song, sighing deeply in that heavy, drunk way older men do every now and then. he tossed his clothes off, carelessly flinging them toward the hamper.
itâs definitely your fault for suggesting your mom get this high-quality mattress, telling her, âyouâre getting older, gotta take care of yourself.â itâs so comfortable that you canât help but drool in peace when nanami collapses onto the bed, pressing fully into your backside as he slurs, âheeey, honeyâ look at you, all wrapped up in my clothes? did youâ hiccupâ miss me?â
itâs barely your fault that the feeling of a warm, hard muscled, naked full grown man wrapping his heavy arms around you leaves you undisturbed. even when he starts grinding something mean against your upper back thigh and licking at the shell of your ear, itâs on you for not coming to.
even as nanamiâs rough hand, that he had washed before crawling into bed despite being drunk off of his assâpressed against the lower half of your face, you only stirred slightly.
âletâs get it on, baby. âm sorry for what i said earlier, i donât wanna fight. gonna do you real good like you want me to. read so manyâ hiccupâ articles,â he slurs lowly into your ear with hot, whiskey breath as his thumb rubs your cheekbone soothingly.
you have to give yourself some credit though, your subconscious had almost woken you up when he shoved a hand into your sweatpants. he brushes the tips of his middle fingers against the gusset of your panties with a, âohh, there she is.â the first half of his two long fingers take up the entirety of your labia, if you were awake maybe youâd even feel the way an experienced nanami found your clit before even feeling around for it first.
you canât fault nanami too much, a small alert in the back of his wasted head went off when your thinly covered labia felt a little shorter in length than he had remembered. but poor nanami figured heâs just drunk, that and he hasnât touched his girlfriend or been touched by her in quite a while. he canât even pinpoint the last time his oppressed balls were emptied.
his movements are nice and slow, rotating between sensual circles and soft strokes from the top of where your inner lips start and down to the bottom where your hole is starting to wake up before you even do. his touch isnât fast and rushed like all of the college boys youâre used to who are driven purely by raging hormones.
rather, nanamis rubbing on your pussy is enjoyable for him, his eyes are closed in bliss as he noses at your neck and hair. your pussy is warm, the heat is rapidly escalating in temperature with every stimulating touch. he basks in the feeling of slowly coaxing your clit to start thumping against his fingers when he pushes against the hood covering it in two short pressing nudges, using your panties to soften the sensation.
he coos an appreciative hum when your leg muscles twitch in response and your hands jerk softly as you sleep. it didnât take long for your clit to go from subtle thumps to needy throbbing. âi know, i knoowâ donât say itâ hiccupâ you want me to be more rough with you. but, still needa get you wet for an easy slide into this honeypot.â
if you were awake, youâd fucking laugh at the old man term for pussyâ then again maybe you wouldnât because heâs starting to move his fingers back and forth with forceful pressure to wedge your panties between your outer lips. he nibbles on your neck as you let out a sleepy whimper. your nipples and lower abdomen ripple in a wave of tingles as his fingers use the fabric to produce a delicious friction. itâs akin to a paper towel being set down on a puddle of water, the way your gusset soaks up the abundance of leaking arousal the second he wedges the cloth in, making a dark patch.
that dark patch is balmy and sticky, aiding in a nice slip and slide for his massage. âfuck,â he grunts into the side of your head, âgot so sticky wet so fast. see?â hiccupâ you do enjoy when iâm soft on you, baby.â
the way he emphasizes the word âdoâ is as if heâs made this point before. if you were awake, youâd probably be able to connect the dots that he and your mom are having intimacy issues but who are you kidding, youâd be too distracted with the way heâs rubbing you in a relentlessly sweet way that heâs enjoying as much as your body is.
your pussy has been adequately prepped for minutes now, but he figures since youâre sleeping, you canât make him hurry up and stick it in you like his girlfriend always rushes him to do. he can do what he pleases right now, thats what nanami thinks your momâs argument was anyways, for him to do get a little greedy.
truthfully, heâs acting out of bitterness, upset that your mother told him sheâs no longer attracted to him because of how soft and kind he is. his way of âgetting back at herâ is by taking his time to touch and play with what he thinks is her pussy until he wishes to stop. nanamiâs instincts when heâs upset is usually to comfort and cherish, not hurt and destroy, he genuinely thinks heâs in the wrong right now by taking all the time he wants to play with your pussy.
to hear a âsquelchâ everytime he prods at your clothed cunt is diabolical. one would think the cloth would prohibit any kind of âchuâ noises but even when drunk, nanami is too skilled, heâs teasing you expertly by simply relying on his own desires to do so.
nanami is lost in the act, addicted to your twitching clit and the clench he feels your hole make every time he brushes against the entrance of it. even your reproductive organs are anticipating some kind of penetration. but the sound of a muffled, sleepy cry against his palm snaps him out of it. he chuckles and peppers kisses against your shivering neck, uttering apologies between every kiss. his fingers transition to apply pressure to the entirety of your labia in attempt hold you over for just a moment, aware of the silent plea of your body yearning for penetration.
âokay, okay, i feel it. i know. shh,â he coos into your ear as your legs and abdomen jerk due to the pressure to your sensitive cunt, âneed something to milk, hmm? youâre in luck, my cock needs milking, youâ uhâ slut.â
nanamiâs trying his very best, using all of his drunk brain power to think back to that article titled âseven ways to spice up your sex life and please your unsatisfied woman! (intense, hard sex for beginners).â
1. be dominantâ check. he hopes playing with your pussy from behind with a hard hand over your mouth the entire time counts. a subsection of this said to âtake what you want!â and he certainly has so far, subjecting your unconscious body to torturous fondling. he thinks heâs doing alright.
2. mean dirty talkâ check. calling you a slut once, although very poorly, counts.. right?
3. consensual non-consensual playâ check. he had to put on his reading glasses to read the definition on a site called âurban dictionaryâ to understand what the fuck somnophilia was after your mom had said it as if it were an insult, that he âhasnât even tried thatâ on her, in their little argument. thatâs what led him down the private online browser black hole to find this article in the first place.
already three down and a few more to go, nanamiâs feeling confident as he shoves your sweatpants and soaked panties down until theyâre at your knees. hazy eyes flit down to coordinate his movements as much as his drunk ass can, all while murmuring, âlets get theseâ hiccupâ off of you. sorry, just gonnaâyeahâ shove âem down.â
is there any excuse for not waking up by now that makes more sense than to say youâre exhausted from midterms? a nice, wet dream where someone with a deep voice is holding you, playing with your cunt, and whispering sweet nothings into your ear is just too inviting for a college student whoâs only possible relief is a two-pump frat boy who spreads a rumor that you suck in bed after.
nanami uses one hand to press on your lower tummy to jut your butt out towards him before using the same hand to grip the base of his hard cock. he shivers as his fingers, slick and sticky with your fluid, graze against his dick, his focused, squinted eyes locked on your arched ass as he aims himself.
âready?â he mutters to you, more a question to himself than anything, as his tip brushes softly against the outside of your entrance.
âthree, two,â he slurs as he counts down, hand on your mouth tightening as he pushes your head back into his chest to prepare for your awakening. he pauses for much longer between two and one, gulping to himself. heâs applying enough tension with his hips so that his tip presses to the outside of your cunt without having to hold it there, so he can use his free hand to gently pull one of your lips away as to expose your silky, toasty insides for better access.
âone,â he breathes out with eyes blinking, a long pause delaying any movement despite one being the number heâs supposed to penetrate you on.
this feels wrong, your body, who he believes is your moms, is blissfully asleep and still. itâs as if heâs waiting for you to give him a little encouragement, a muffled whimper or something, but you donât. he wonders what youâre dreaming about, if itâs him or if itâs that guy who your mom boastâs about with a flush to her cheeks at the work parties he brings him to. that infuriating thought leads him into the thought that maybe heâs who your mom will leave him for, maybe he knows how to be rough with her the way she years so badly for. maybe that guy wouldnât second guess himself when heâs about to shove his unforgiving cock into her soft body.
the irritating thought spiral makes the vein in his forehead pop and his jaw clench. he moves his eyes up from your arched back and leans down to your ear to breathe heavy into it. his hand subconsciously tightens around your lower face as his jealousy grows, making your brows twitch into a pout briefly in your sleep as one of your hands slides a few inches against the sheets in a jerking reaction.
the build up to this moment happened in twelve frames per second, choppy and fragmented, similar to the way his drunk mind is operating right now. but when nanami finally makes a move, everything turns into a sudden burst of force, like a sneaky wave that slams into the back of your head and pushes you off of your feet and equilibrium as all of your senses turn from serene beach noise to a loud sloshing that fills your ears and lungs.
one mean, rough snap of his lower body, motivated by so many conflicting factors within nanamiâs head, and heâs mounted all the way inside of your body.
âbiiig stretch,â nanami growls deeply into your ear before sinking his teeth into your neck, eyes rolling into the back of his skull as his toes twitch and his legs push against yours.
4. leave a markâ check. he can feel your soft skin giving in to his teeth, no doubt youâll be dealing with that reminder for weeks after this. he doesnât even feel bad when the thought of your momâs work âfriendâ seeing the evidence of her very exciting personal life.
everything that happens to your body when he infiltrates happens all at onceâyour wide eyes shoot open, nostrils flare with a big inhale, back arches, one hand flies behind you to dig your nails into the muscley ass of whatever is penetrating you while the other claws at the hand over your mouth, legs extend straight out, toes curl, and pussy flutters.
if nanami wasnât so drunk and riled up by his own thoughts, he would absolutely notice the difference in sensations within your cunt. although itâs been more than a while since heâs felt the inside of your mothers body, its agonizingly clear that this one he just forced into feels different. if he didnât use so much strength initially to slam in, he would have had to practically pry his way in. when his cock head nudged at the little folds where your hymen is located, in less than a split second, mid thrust, he felt a resistance that made him engage more core strength to get past it.
thatâs not the only thing thats different, what heâs used to with his girlfriend is a cute, subtle flutter around his cock when he gets inside but, the flesh surrounding him right now is choking his fucking dick every half second like itâs panicking, like itâs crying out that itâs not used to this.
the consistency of these walls are gooey, bumpy like any pussy is, but really the only accurate word to use is gummy. its like heâs being strangled by a sticky gelatin candy thatâs alive and breathing. even drunk nanami is surprised by how wet you are inside, its making him think back to when he played with your pussy and wonder if he had lost track of time and done it for longer than he thought because what his cock is used to with your mom is a slightly dry consistency. he knows he hadnât prepped you that long at all, maybe twenty minutes and youâre gushing as if heâs been fingering you for three hours nonstop.
but even if nanami wasnât inebriated, his primal instinct to give in to the tight hug of this pussy heâs entered is too strong for logical thinking and itâs much too strong for him to get a better look at whoâs actually connected to this cunt.
he briefly detaches his teeth to let out a euphoric âooowhâ as his hand that was holding your pussy lip moves to rest against your lower tummy where he can feel his own fucking bulge inside. he quickly rebinds his teeth into your neck afterâ an almost subconscious way to cope with your tight body.
now fully awake, you quickly notice the hand over your mouth prohibiting you from gasping and crying out through it the way you need to, the large warmth of a man enveloping the entirety of the back of your body, the sharp teeth locked onto your neck, and the monster cock stretching you out painfully all at once in a way youâve never felt before.
you immediately start to squirm, rotating from pushing against his hip, hitting at it weakly, and sinking your nails into it to cope with his unyielding presence seated within your cunt, unmoving and forcing you to deal with it.
one of your eyes twitch in sync with your muscles in the hand on his hip when the sharp pain of nanami detaching his teeth from your neck shoots through your nerves.
âgoodââ nanami hums, basically purring as he laps a slow few licks at the indents, making you shiver and flinch, ââmorning.â
the shock subsides enough for you to begin thinking through what the fuck is happening. youâre clearly not in your dorm. the nightstand beside you holds an open scrapbook with your baby pictures, a reminder of when you were looking through it earlier. it all floods backâhow you came home to surprise your mother and ended up falling asleep while waiting.
immediately, you assume whoever is behind you is a stranger who broke into her home and you start squirming harder than before, trying to get out of his grasp.
âhey, heyâ calm down,â heâs speaking directly into your ear, drawing out the phrase in attempt to soothe you as his hand on your lower tummy begins to rub in comfortingly slow circles, right over his protrusion.
you whimper and try to shake your head harshly as to refuse his request. youâre using your hands to push as hard as you can against his hand on your mouth and his hip, which isnât very hard since his third arm has rendered you limp and useless. you donât push his warm hand away from your tummy though, because perverted intruder or not, it actually is easing some discomfort.
5. restrain yourself or herâ check. apart from the fact that heâs had a hard hand clamped on your mouth this whole time, heâs quite effortlessly keeping your writhing body restrained against him as well.
âitâs just me, honey,â nanami quickly says, in a reassuring tone with a bit of humor in it and a kiss to your ear. ââyour very, very mean, rough boyfriend.â
the way heâs playfully cooing that heâs a mean, rough boyfriend makes you blink and your resisting hands falter a bit. your eyes flick to the dresser: a bottle of expensive cologne, hair gel, designer watch, a plain leather wallet, the large shirt youâre wearing and the XL sweatpants that are sloppily hanging onto your knees.
you realize as quickly as you squeal in horror under his palm that this has to be your moms boyfriend that she obviously never wanted to tell you about. and clearly, she never told nanami about you. or maybe she did, but since you thought itâd be a good idea not to tell her you were coming, youâre now cock warming your momâs secret boyfriend who thinks youâre her. the butterfly affect in action.
drunk nanami clearly perceives your squeal of horrifying realization as one of excitement because he chuckles and nuzzles the side of your face. âmmmhmâ see? this âdoormatâ of a man can be greedy too,â he lets out a deep slow breath against your face, âplayed with yourâ ahemâ pussy for twenty minutes before you woke up.â
clearly, your mother had called him a doormat at some point. the way he says âpussyâ is like heâs not familiar with the word. itâs obvious heâs trying to make a point by telling you about his twenty minute handling of your cunt, to prove that heâs capable of acting on his own desires, without being mister nice guy and always catering to his girlfriendâs wishes.
panicked by his âtwenty minuteâ confession, you begin to kick weakly at his calves, but you quickly waver in your attempt when it feels good. the both of you groan into each otherâyou into his palm and he into your ear, your eyes flutter, and your back arches because the kicking inadvertently sparks some deep, oscillating friction of your connected parts.
âfucking god-damnit,â nanami grunts and lets out a deep breath, âyou feel so tight, honey. good god.â
your eyes clench shut at his mortifying compliment but your hands pushing at his hip and his hand weaken to a gentle lingering. heâs not even thrusting and youâre already exhausted, growing dizzy even. attempting to cope with intrusion thatâs much too large for your smaller body, trying to escape his unfathomable strength, and the emotional turmoil of the situationâ itâs all too much for you to continue to resist so adamantly.
nanami is about to whisper into your ear for permission to begin fucking your body with all of his might but he stops himself and huffs, reminding himself of your mothers cruel words beforeâ âsometimes a woman just wants to be taken, kento. i want to feel like you desire me so much that you canât control yourself but youâre too busy asking me for fucking consent!â
your eyes bulge and you cry out under his palm as nanami suddenly launches his hips into a vicious pace with no warning, your ass is rippling and your body is jerking like a fucking doll with every jackhammer. the power behind these ruts would fuck you right off the bed if he wasnât pushing your lower tummy and face into him. every ram comes with a deep grunt, a drag of his cock against your panicking walls, and a collision to your cervix.
6. thrust roughlyâ check. âfast and hard is the name of the game,â nanami remembers reading. heâs familiar with soft love making, being attentive of the womanâs every reaction as to be careful and kind. heâs only ever lost a sliver of control when heâs about to cum, unable to hold his harder thrusts back during that time, but itâs never as rough as heâs being right now.
your hands fly out, one dragging on the bed before grabbing at anything within reach while the other is being forced to replace his hand on your lower tunmy before closing his palm on top of yours to keep it there and to steady you.
âcan youâ shit!â feel that?â nanami growls, his voice unsteady due to the harsh fucking his delivering to you, âthis is what you fucking wanted, right?â
you shake your head, hard, with clenched watery eyes, letting out muffled âmmm!âs against his hand. despite the fact that youâre shaking your head âno,â answering nanamiâs rhetorical question at all only goes to show how fucked out already you are. nanamiâs strength behind every single thrust is knocking any sense or logic from your brain.
âlet me take you,â nanami breaths out in a quick pant, âlet me take youâ fuck!â let me take you. give inâ shhâ give in to me and this fucking cock.â
nanami can hardly believe the words coming out of his own mouth, words heâs only heard when he was a teenager, rolling his eyes at the locker room talk the other boys were engaging in.
the pathetic moan you let strangle out of you and muffle into his palm because of his deprived dirty talk is diabolically immoral. heâs panting and repeating himself like a wild animal, like heâs losing all control as he pries you open and then lets your pussy close up again, over and over and over. it happens so fast, four thrusts in the span of half a secondâ which youâd think would be too quick to have any power behind it but it does, itâs powerful and itâs swift.
then, every one of your defenses are falling, with no other option or choice, he feels the subtle shift of you pushing your ass into him to meet his hips, the interlocking of your fingers with his on your tummy, and your other hand moving from his on your mouth to the back of his head to rake your nails through his hair. youâll deal with everything else later, all you can think about now is how to make him wedge deeper so you can get off on his cock.
âgod yes,â nanami coos in appreciation, a wave of affection coming over him to join the toe curling pleasure and he finally feels like heâs won you over through your cunt, âthere we go, thatâs my girl. atta fucking girlâ oowhânever felt so goddamn strangled in my life.â
strangling him, you are. he feels it and you can feel it, your pussy is holding onto him like itâs yearning to conjoin your genitals together for eternity.
your eyes roll back as your tits bounce painfully. if you werenât completely consumed by the most euphoric orgasm of your lifeâstarting in your shaky legs and surging upward until your vision clouds white and your mind blanksâyou might notice his shift in tone. the sudden, effortless stream of filthy words spilling from him is a clear sign of his own climax drawing near.
nanami wants to get even deeper when he feels your orgasming cunt squeeze him harder than ever, so he kicks your knee up with his until his leg is nudged between yours and your leg is resting on top of his. you both shudder at how much deeper heâs able to penetrate now. you can feel his swollen balls slap against your overwhelmingly sensitive clit as his grip on your face and tummy turns painful.
âgonna cum,â he grits out directly into your ear before smearing his face into the side of your head like heâs losing control, ââm gonna blow my fucking load right into your pussy.â
nanami lets out a drawn out, deep disgruntled groan that sounds almost like, âwwhuuaah,â reminiscent of a middle aged man in porn, as his balls rise and begin to twitch in eager preparation. heâs clearly not familiar with the feeling of a twenty two year olds body and moral nanami had never thought about it before anyways.
he sucks in a sharp breath of air with eyes clenched shut before slamming his hips into you once more, all the way up until your flustered cervix and his smiling tip nuzzle together with affection. itâs as if they have a spirit of their own, more than happy to hug and kiss and get familiar with one another in such a sweet way.
when nanami moves his hand away from your mouth, mid jizz, you inhale a large breath of air as if you had been suffocating the entire time. before you can even shout at him to get off of you or not to cum inside of you and then move to the other side of the room and proceed to explain that you are not your mother in a very loud, horrified way as you pull the sweatpants up your shaking legsâ you donât get to do any of that. nanami instead, grips your jaw and yanks you towards his face before sloppily connecting your lips and shoving his tongue all the way into your mouth that at one point, you swear he reached your throat, muffling any shouts you might have had ready.
your eyes are wide as your pupils race back and forth from each of his clenched shut eyes, frozen with your mouth open wide as he tongues it. your free hand that isnât trapped under his on your tummy falls from his head and spasms mid air as you feel that first aggressive spurt of cum connect to your cooing cervix.
he grunts and groans into your mouth through his orgasm, rocking his hips in a gyration while not pulling out even a little.
suddenly, just when you think itâs all over, you squeal as he slowly but surely pushes you down with his own body weight until youâre flat on your stomach and heâs on top of you, still completely seated inside of you. your mouths disconnect along the way and he falls completely limp against you as the last of his cum spills from him.
youâre gasping for air, aggressively attempting to catch your breathâ partly due to his body crushing you and partially because of the absolutely diabolical sex heâs just inflicted on you.
he hisses into your ear as your pussy goes through the involuntary process of pulsing after your orgasm, effectively milking him of the cum he has already given to you. his arms wrap around your midsection and he cuddles into your back.. âwow, fucking wow. that was amazing,â he breathes out as he too attempts to catch his breath, refusing to pull out despite the overstimulation.
nanami is blissfully unaware as he falls into a deep sleep, the only thing on his hazy mind is the happiness that heâs finally shown his âgirlfriendâ that he can satisfy her.
once you catch your much needed breath, you immediately start to squirm under him as to push him off. youâre completely trapped under him.
âg-get off!â you shout effectively for the first time all night with a scratchy voice, due to all of the moaning and screaming you were doing, âhello? hey asshole! wake up! youâre stillâ ngh!â inside of me!â
maybe it was the fifth glass of whiskey nanami had drank a few hours ago at the bar with haibara, satoru, suguru, and shoko but heâs already snoring in an old man way that he has no right to be doing at his age of forty. you quickly realize heâs not going to wake up after slapping the man as hard as you can and you go through all the stages of grief until you land on acceptance.
âstupid old man,â you grumble to yourself, a bit bitter about how relaxed your body feels because of the incredible orgasm heâs gifted you. you canât bring yourself to admit anything past the fact that college boys simply donât stand a chance in hell after this experience.
you reach around the sheets as much as possible to search for your phone but you canât find it since itâs somewhere on the floor after being knocked off by nanamiâs jackhammering.
you try your hardest to stay awake because imagining your mother coming home to see her boyfriend lying on top of her daughter with his semi hard dick plugging her slippery cunt as they sleep together in her bed sounds more horrifying than if youâre awake when it happens.
but even though you try your hardest to stay awake, a few hours pass and the exhaustion gets to you.
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when you wake up, that crushing weight on top of you is gone and your sore pussy is empty, though you can still feel that echo of what was once molding the inside.
you cautiously take in the sight of the neatly made bed under you and the sun lit room around it that you grew up identifying as your mom and dads room before rubbing your sleepy eyes harshly. your phone is plugged in on the nightstand beside the clock that reads seven am, and you know for a fact that your motherâs shift ends right about now. that gives you thirty minutes to get the fuck out of her bed.
turning over to lie on your back, you wince at the ache in between your legs. taking a deep breath, you sit up and blink down at your covered legs. youâre wearing a new pair of large sweatpants and the same big shirt that belongs to your moms boyfriend.
you peak into the hem of the sweatpants with a cocked brow and blink at your labia that looks a bit too clean after all the cum that was inserted into it last night.
questioning why the sheets have been somehow changed without waking you up, why your phone is plugged in, l why your sweatpants are changed, or why your pussy is lacking cum is pushed all the way to the back of your mind to keep your priority on getting out of this bed. sure, it seems innocent if your mom comes home and finds you here, likely happy to see you surprise her with your presence, but that happiness wonât last long when she starts questioning where her boyfriend slept if you slept in their bed and all the questions that follow that.
you pull the covers back and stand on jelly legs, wincing once again as your pussy silently cries out. you take your phone and shove it into your pocket and grumble as you limp over to the door. you take a deep breath before peaking your head out and looking both ways down the hall guardedly. the coast seems clear, so you race as quiet as you can over to your childhood room before slipping inside.
you avoid the boxes of paperwork your mom stored in here over the years youâve been gone and enter the connected bathroom to take a shower. you take the opportunity to find some evidence that you didnât just dream up a man pummeling into you. you cringe as you stick two fingers inside of your sore, sensitive hole just to be met with strings of cum racing down your knuckles as you hold them in front of your face.
you have no option but to slip back into the same clothes you woke up in. you quickly ruffle up your bed as to make it look like you had slept in it before nodding to yourself and entering the living room.
you halt the second you see the back of a large, neatly gelled blonde man seated at the kitchen island. you remember that blonde hair, but it was much messier when you were scraping your nails through it last night.
the scent of breakfast food is vivid and you can hear the quiet sound of him sipping on something.
youâre frozen, unsure of what to do as you just stand in the archway of the entrance to the kitchen/living room.
nanamiâs eyes trail up aimlessly and land on the microwave as he sips his coffee. he does a double take at the reflection of you in it and chokes on the hot liquid before setting it down as to not spill. he almost trips over himself as he stands and faces you, wiping his mouth and clearing his throat after he catches his breath.
youâre expecting an ugly, old man when he faces you since you didnât get a good look last night, but youâre wrong.
you gulp as you take in how handsome the tall middle aged man is, thin reading glasses on his face and he clearly showered this morning, but he has heavy eye bags that expose his hangover and soft wrinkles that expose his older age. heâs wearing an ironed button up shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, an expensive watch to accentuate his veiny, massive hands, and slacks for bottoms with socks. you immediately get the impression that he doesnât often wear comfort clothing like the ones youâre wearing of his right now, heâs pristine.
but what catches your eye most is the clear look of guilt on his face and panic brimming just below the surface.
you should feel grossed out by him, but now that youâve had a very good nights rest after the best orgasm of your life and youâre laying eyes on one of the most beautiful men in town, any anger or discomfort you felt last night has dissipated greatly. you canât help but let your eyes lag on his clothed cock, which he notices of course, but it only seems to make his mortification grow along with a red blush to his cheeks.
nanamiâs taking you in as well, the first thing he notices is the harsh bruising indents of teeth on your neckâ his teeth and he immediately wants to repent to a priest. youâre also much smaller than he is, making him mentally curse at himself remembering just how rough he was with you. and of course, he notices how beautiful you are, but in a normal situation where youâa young girlâmeets himâ an older manâ heâd appreciate that you were beautiful for half a second and it would never cross his mind again. but because this isnât a normal situation at all, your face reminds him of how it felt to hold your mouth closed as he forced himself into your small body, over and over.
a moment passes where you both seem to wait for the other to break the silence. his mouth opens and closes a few times, and your head tilts slightly, watching him with quiet curiosity.
âu-uh hello,â nanami awkwardly greets, clearly unsure of what to do with his hands as they hang on either side of his body, âwould you like some.. breakfast?â
nanamiâs gaze shifts briefly to the kitchen island before returning to you, prompting you to follow his line of sight. there, three plates of breakfast sit waiting. one is clearly hisâhalf-eaten, with a newspaper folded neatly beside it and a mug that reads, âbest adoptive dad ever!â the other two, you assume, are for you and your mother.
you blink at it and then at him before accidentally letting out a snort at the absurdity of the situation, like your mouth had a mind of its own for a second. your hand immediately snaps up to cover your lips as a grimace flickers across nanamiâs face, embarrassed with himself for opening the conversation with an offer for bacon, eggs, and pancakes.
nanami mutters a âgoddamnitâ under his breath, his eyes briefly closing as he tilts his head toward the ceiling, fists clenched at his sides. when he looks back at you, his brows are faintly pinched, his expression heavy with quiet, dutiful sympathy.
âi cannot tell you how sorry i am, i donât even know what to sayââ
ââgot any syrup?â you interrupt him casually, walking, well, limping over to the kitchen island where you take a seat in front of one of the plates.
a long beat of silence passes as you take a bite out of the bacon and nanami stands there, stunned.
when you look up at him expectantly, he blinks rapidly, snapping out of his daze. he starts toward the fridge but abruptly changes direction, as if forgetting where things are in his own kitchen. âohâuhâyes, i believe we do. let me justââ he says, before opening the fridge. his brows knit in concentration as he searches for the syrup.
you watch his tense demeanor with a flicker of an amused twitch to the corner of your lips as you chew, bacon still in hand.
he turns with two options in hand and you hum, considering your options, maybe a bit more leisurely than you should, before you nod at the right one.
he sets the other back into the fridge before placing the one you chose beside your plate, now facing you, standing on the other side of the counter.
you donât even glance at him as he watches you cautiously, a hint of bafflement in his gaze, like heâs waiting for a pin to drop. instead, you casually pour an obscene amount of syrup onto your pancakes, acting as if last night never happened. the only reminders of his sin are the dark, bruised impressions of his teeth on the side of your neck, the slight limp in your step, and the rag he used to clean your cum stained labia.
his mouth opens and then closes a few times like hes unsure of what to do or say as you take your time eating, all without looking up at him once.
just as heâs about to try speaking again, you look up to gain eye contact and cut him off.
âyou fucked me,â you say matter of factly before returning your attention to your pancakes to shove a piece into your mouth and nanamiâs face drains of blood, âlike, straight up shoved your dick into me while i was sleeping.â
in a regular situation, nanami would never accept this language from a young woman like yourself. but he has to hold himself back from correcting you, you hold all of the cards right now.
âiâ i knowââ nanami begins with a shaky, terribly serious, apologetic tone but you cut him off again.
âthis morning, did you wipe your cum off of my puââ
now nanami is the one who interrupts you, unable to resist the urge to keep you from saying such a deprived word, âyesâ ahemâ i did.â
you hum nonchalantly, as if you already assumed so.
a beat of silence.
âand the change of sweatpants?â
he nods and lets out a shaky sigh. âyes, i hope you donât mind.â
you snicker loudly, which makes his brows furrow in confusion. âyou hope i donât mind if you changed my sweatpants?â
âumâ yes,â he says it in a slightly questioning tone, not understanding what youâre getting at.
âi came on your dick and you think i mind if you change my sweatpants?â you laugh, making him blink at you like youâve just told him heâs terminally ill. nanami hadnât known what to expect from you, but a young woman who has a dirty mouth that could rival tojiâs was not it.
heâs too stunned to tell you that heâs just trying to be polite by saying he hopes you donât mind, that itâs simply a way of speaking with respect.
another beat of silence as you eat and he manually closes his shocked, parted lips.
âoh, i appreciate the whole foreplay thing, rubbing my clit forâ how long did you say?â your brows furrow like youâre thinking back to what he had said last night, âoh yeah, twenty minutes. least you could do before you destroyed my gutsâ i mean jeez, youâre one strong old man.â you point your fork at him with a snicker when you say the last part.
nanami is surprised he hasnât collapsed to his knees, his body limp with shock, horror, and utter mortificationâevery emotion hitting like a theatrical gut punch. your blunt words drive the final nail into the coffin of any fleeting hope that maybe, just maybe, this was all some alcohol-induced nightmare.
he had went in for a good morning kiss upon waking this morning and jumped back with a horror heâs never felt before when he realized the snug warmth heâs buried inside isnât his girlfriend at allâitâs a much younger woman who bares enough resemblance to her to come to the conclusion that youâre her daughter. the flutter of pleasure when sliding out of your gushy pussy after that realization will haunt him for eternity.
âyou know you came inside me, right?â you continue and he isnât even sure if you had been talking this whole time or not but these words snap him back to reality.
âoh fuck.â nanamiâs head spins as his hand flies to clutch his mouth, like heâs about to throw up.
âyeah, oh fuck,â you repeat, chewing and swallowing before a flicker of some kind of realization flashes on your face, âohhhâ you creampied because mom had that hysterectomy, i was wondering why it was so easy for you to just fill me up like that without much thought.â
nanami blinks at you, barely able to process your words and you snort at the flicker of a question on his face when you utter the phrase âcreampie.â
âdamn, how old are you? cream. pie.â you space the words out obviously as to make him connect the dots, âitâs pretty straightforward. you creamed my pie.â
nanami cringes at the phrase and then takes a deep breath, attempting desperately not to pass out.
âa-are you on..?â nanami manages to grit out, pathetically and he feels like a dirty, old man whoâs just committed a grave sin that will follow him forever.
you huff a laugh and shrug, âon what?âsmiling in utter amusement when his face drops and he braces against the edge of the counter like heâs trying not to fall to the floor with his head tucked down.
you burst out giggling and he looks up at you slowly with slowly blinking eyes as he attempts to make sense of how the fuck itâs funny that he might have just impregnated you.
âiâm fucking with you, old man. iâm on birth control, relax.â
nanami lets out a long sigh of relief with eyes closed before leaning down to rest his elbows on the marble counter with his hands clasped together in front of his face, not in the way someone does when they pray, but more like heâs attempting to cope.
after a long moment of you eating your food pleasantly while nanamiâs life and job flashes before his eyes, he gulps at the thought of what comes next and stands up once again. ây-your mother, are you going toââ
before nanami can ask you the terrifying question of if youâre going to tell your mother about this, which he knows you have every right to do so, heâs interrupted by the front door opening.
you mutter a quiet âspeak of the devil,â just as the sound of your motherâs keys and the door mask it. nanami straightens up quickly and faces her, his movements so sharp that itâs clear he feels like heâs been caught, even though heâs only standing there while you eat.
âugh, work was so long,â your mother says as she closes the door, but she pauses mid-sentence, her expression shifting to one of happy surprise as she turns to see you. âhoney! oh my! when did you get here?â
you give her a smile back as you stand and give her a hug.
you explain to your mom that you arrived last night, noticing the brief flash of panic on nanamiâs face. but as you continue, telling her you fell asleep in your bed, in your old room, waiting for her to come home, nanami visibly relaxes and lets out a quiet, relieved sigh.
your motherâs basically beaming at you, bashfully apologizing for not introducing you to her boyfriend sooner as she guides you to the dinner table. nanami trails behind you both, looking as though heâs lost in a dream. they take their seats side by side across from you.
you brush it off and shrug, making her give you a grateful smile.
you may be skilled at acting nonchalant but nanami has never really had reason to lie in his life, not that heâs even speaking much. heâs pale and stiff, and if heâs not avoiding eye contact with you, heâs staring into your soul as you speak as if to anticipate you exposing what happened between you at any second. your mother notices the odd vibe coming from him and gives him a weird look before returning her gaze to you.
âhave you guys met before?â
nanami basically chokes on air, coughing into his hand as he attempts to catch his breath.
âbefore today, no,â nanami says quickly as heâs still in the midst of clearing his throat, âlast night i was justâ so tired that i damn near broke the bedâ ahemâ from, you know, falling into it and going to sleep. so i didnât have the pleasure of meeting her until this morning.â
your mother blinks at him curiously before you speak up.
âwait,â you blink at him with furrowed concentrated brows, âyou do look familiar.. we have met.â
nanamiâs eyes flicker wide before moving back and forth from you to your mother and he lets out a deep older man laugh that doesnât reach his eyes. âhuh? no, we havenât.â
you squint at him like youâre trying to place him before your face lights up, âyeahâ wait! havenât you taught at my school?â
âs-school?â he stutters out loudly, âyouâre in highschool?!â
your mother laughs with a confused tilt to her brows as she regards him with a hand to his shoulder, âcollege, honey. shes too old to be in high school still.â
your mother must not have told him that you existed at all since he didnât know you were in college. it makes you wonder what he thought your old childhood room was for.
he lets out a huge breath of relief and itâs clear to the two of you that youâre deriving much amusement from making him sweat and he figures he probably deserves itâ that, and eternal damnation.
nanami tells himself that if he can just get through today and wait until youâre back on the train to college, he can manage this. but when you smile and casually tell your mom youâre thinking of staying for the entire summerâyour eyes discretely flicker to him as you add, âif thatâs okay with you guys?â
he feels something good and wholesome weaken inside of his soul as his cock jumps.
âof course you can stay, honey! stay as long as youâd like, right kento?â your mother squeezes his knee in a sweet, wholesome way and his heart drops down to his ass when he feels your socked foot brush against the inside of his calf.
nanami gulps and nods at you, âo-of courseâ as long as youâd like.â
7. start secretly fucking your girlfriends controversially young daughter all summer longâ check.
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brb gonna act like iâm sleeping so he fucks me too
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Stepdad Toji, in your room playing with your pussy while youâre on your bed, laying on your stomach and playing Minecraft with your little boyfriend đ
And heâs laughing and teasing you, all smug and unhurried as he curls his fingers deep, hitting that sweet devastating spot that has you gasping and trembling. Youâre trying so hard to stay quiet, biting your lip raw as your fingers stuttering against the screen, too shaky to hold steady.
But then the pleasure gets too overwhelming when he starts rubbing your sensitive clitâ slow and ruthlessly and youâre fucked, moaning through clenched teeth while your thighs twitch around his hand.
And when you get an incoming call from your bf and your finger is hovering over the decline button, heâs slapping your ass harshly and telling you to answer it or else. When you do he starts eagerly sucking on your clit while drilling his fingers deeper and harder inside of you while his thumb is rubbing small circles against your asshole. He loves hearing your little slip-ups while youâre talking to your bf and heâs asking you why youâre acting weirdly and you tell him itâs just bc itâs cold, not knowing that youâre stepdad is currently bullying with your little pussy
â i'm already yours â
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 âlike-likeâ, as you so eloquently put it those few months ago while lying naked in his bed. Megumiâs heart races at the sight of you. Granted, that has always been the case but heâs starting to think about you all the time.
You still sleep in your separate rooms, though youâll occasionally sneak into his room in the late hours of the night holding your pillow and softly chanting âsleepoverâ. And Megumiâs 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 youâre 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.Â
Like if youâre getting tired of him.
Or if you think heâs too possessive or too clingy or too needy or too muchâ
âIâm home!â 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).Â
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 donât cooperate.Â
âHi,â Megumi greets, voice soft and a little tired.Â
He always waits up for you, even when you have a midnight closing shift and heâs been awake since five in the morning. When he knows youâre finishing late, he makes sure to text you at exactly 12:16, a minute after your shift actually ends. He likes to make sure youâre okay, even if he wonât admit it.
âHi, Gumi,â 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 itâs so unbelievably cute.Â
âHow wsâ work?â He asks, dropping the take-out bags on the counter in the kitchen.
âBoring,â you whine, dropping your car keys (Megumiâs car keys) in the bowl by the door and shrugging off your jacket. âSome guy had me re-make his coffee, like, five times at 11:55! How rude.â You mumble the last part with a scowl on your face.
âMm, you should have just pretended to remake it,â Megumi mutters, unpacking the take-out from the plastic bags and grabbing some plates for the two of you.
âOh, I did,â you reply with a cheeky grin, âafter the fourth try, I just shook it and gave it back to him⊠It seemed to work âcus he said it was perfect.â
Megumi gives an amused smile, âthatâs my girl.â
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.
âI missed you, Gumi,â you nuzzle into his warmth just between his shoulder blades.
âMissed you too,â 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 itâs because heâs thinking. And youâve been so busy with work and the rapidly approaching final exams, that you havenât been home as much as you want to.
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask quietly, twisting yourself around Megumi to peer up at his tired face.
âMâfine,â Megumi replies after a short pause.Â
You frown, â...whatâre you thinking about then?â
Megumi hates how you know him. After the catastrophe that was his confession to you, youâve been more sensitive to and observant of Megumiâs changes in behaviour. You can now so easily tell the difference between Megumiâs genuine exhaustion and when his thoughts start to spiral into insecurity and anxiousness.Â
âJust stuff.â Ah, Megumi Fushiguro, a man of many words.
âYou wanna tell me about it?â You donât 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. Heâs 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.Â
But youâre 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.Â
It took him about forty minutes to ask you if youâd be his girlfriend.
âAnd I⊠I think thatââ 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.
âDo you⊠Is it okay with you if we, uh. Fuck⊠Weâre dating, right?â
You chuckle softly, âyeah, weâre dating,â you ponder for a moment. âYouâve been taking me on dates, right?â
Megumi gives an amused huff, âthatâs what they were intended as.â
âOkay, then Iâm confident in saying that yes, weâre dating,â you giggle.Â
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 youâd like the restaurant he picked (youâre determined to try almost everything on the menu and claim heâll have to roll you home), and wondering if you still like him.
He knows itâs 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.
âWill you⊠Would you want me to be your boyfriend?â Fuck. He asked it wrong. âWait, I meant will you be my girlfriend?â
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). âI would love to be your girlfriend!â
âReally?â
âOf course! âŠIt was so worth the forty-five minutes of stammeringââ
âHey!â
âMâjust thinking about you,â Megumi finally forces out, a nervous pit forming in his stomach as his eyes flicker around the room, unable to meet your gaze.
âGood things, I hope,â you reply, slipping your hands into Megumiâs and playing with his warm fingers. You know deep down heâs feeling anxious and worried about things regarding you and your relationship, you know none of it is malicious because thatâs just the way Megumi is; always thinking.
Megumi shrugs, âjsâ worried about me being⊠too paranoid and stuff.â
Your expression softens and you reach a hand up to cup Megumiâs jaw, gently forcing his head to tilt down and his gaze to meet yours. Your eyes flicker between his and you smile softly, âyouâre not too paranoid, Megumi. Youâre a good person and you worry about doing and saying the right thing.â
Megumi chews on the inside of his cheek, â...you sure?â
âAlways,â you beam. âYou never have to worry about me⊠âcus I like-like you,â you giggle quietly.
Megumiâs lips tug into a smile, âI like-like you too.â
You press up on your tiptoes, hands snaking around Megumiâs 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.Â
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 Megumiâs lips.
You chuckle lightly, lifting your thumb to rub the gloss off his lips, âOzawa asked if we wanted to hang out Saturday night too.â
Megumi moves some of your hair out of your face, âdoing what?â
âMm, bowling and arcade games? Maybe some drinks? I thought it would be nice to hang out with them since we havenât in a while,â you shrug.Â
Megumi hums, âif you want to.â
You smile softly, âonly if you want to.â
âI never want to.â
âYeah, I know,â you chuckle. Megumi isnât 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).Â
Megumi watches your expression falter a little and his heart squeezes, âbut Iâll go.â
Your face lights up, âreally?â
âMhm,â he hums, âIâll win you a plushie in the claw machine.â
âA Hello Kitty one?â
âSure.â
âYay!â
â
You practically sprint toward Yuko when you see her. Sheâs 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.
âEee! Y/N, Iâve missed you!â 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). âI havenât seen you in, like, so long.â
âI saw you three days ago,â you giggle against her shoulder.Â
âYeah, but that was work, it doesnât count,â she tuts, pulling away from you and giving you a disapproving look.Â
âRight, of course,â 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, âhi, Fushiguro⊠cute purse.â
Megumi sticks his hand up in a half-assed wave, âmâtrying something different,â he jokes with a bored expression. Anyone who didnât know Megumi would think he was being dead serious with how his jokes tend to come across.
Yuko chuckles, âcome on, weâve been waiting for you guys forever.â 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.Â
âHeeey!â Yuji drawls, âwhat took you dorks so long?â
âTraffic, you know,â you shrug.Â
Thatâs 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.
âSure,â 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.
âYou want a drink?â Megumi asks, peering down at you as he helps you into your chair.
âMmm, surprise me,â you smile, pressing a kiss to Megumiâs cheek and inwardly beaming at how his cheeks dust a little pink at your affection, especially in front of his friends.
âSure,â 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 itâs a Saturday night, youâre not exactly surprised).
âYou two are so cute,â Yuko nudges your shoulder playfully.
You smile, âheâs cute.â
Nobara makes gagging sounds from across the table, âboo, get a room.â
Maki elbows her, âyouâre just jealous âcus you donât have a boyfriend,â she says cooly, taking a sip of her martini.
âRude,â Nobara retorts, dramatically rubbing her shoulder.
âSâokay, Nobara, weâll fine you a boyfriend,â Yuko chuckles.
âEw, no thanks,â Nobara scoffs, âmen are gross.â
âThatâs not very nice,â Yuji whines, his voice muffled from the mouthful of burger shoved in his face.
Nobara raises her brows and points at him, âsee?â
Yuko chuckles and picks up a napkin, gently wiping the sauce and crumbs from Yujiâs cheek. He just sits there with a little smile on his face (if he was a dog his tail would be wagging happily, letâs be honest).
You chat with everyone for a while, finally meeting Makiâs boyfriend Yuta and his friend Inumaki (who doesnât talk much from what youâve 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.
âSoâŠâ Nobara drawls, scooting her chair closer to yours.
You look at your friends, the tips of your ears feeling hot from the sudden attention. âWhat?â You huff out a nervous laugh.
âYou and Fushiguro done the olâ...â Nobara wiggles her brows childishly to emphasise her point.Â
You roll your eyes playfully, âthatâs none of your business.â
âSo thatâs a no,â Maki chimes in matter-of-factly.
Youâve only met Maki a handful of times but you like her. Sheâs quiet and intimidating but she always offers sound advice as opposed to Nobara who lives for disrupting your peace.Â
But no, you and Megumi havenât had sex yet. Youâve 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.Â
Itâs not that you donât want to have sex. You absolutely do. You donât want anyone other than Megumi to be the one to take your virginity.Â
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 heâs got a condom or you reach for the waistband of his pantsâ heâs quick to redirect you and you want to ask him, you really do, but it makes you wonder if heâs unhappy with you or maybe he simply doesnât 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 youâre 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 (youâre getting pretty good at it, you think).
But it still makes feel insecure.
âYou should do it whenever youâre ready,â 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. Itâs Megumi who holds back.
âYeah, I know,â you sigh, squeezing Yukoâs hand gently.Â
âI got you this⊠thing,â Megumi suddenly appears behind you, placing down a fizzy sweet-looking pink drink topped with edible glitter and a little umbrella. âThe bartender said it was popular.â
You smile in delight, âoh itâs so pretty! Thank you, Gumi,â You turn in your chair and plant a hard kiss to the underside of Megumiâs jaw.Â
ââWelcome,â Megumi replies, nursing his own drink (which looks exceptionally normal compared to yours).Â
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 Megumiâs shoulder and he goes a little stiff at the simple form of affection.
Megumi isnât big on PDA, he prefers to show you how much he cares for you in the privacy of your apartment or when heâs 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. Youâre a little snuggle bug and Megumi is slowly, slowly, getting used to it.
âYou gonna win me a Hello Kitty plushie, right?â you tease, wrapping your hands around Megumiâs muscular arm.
âEven if it takes me five tries,â he replies with an amused smile.
It takes him more than ten.
âThis shit is a scam,â Megumi grunts, giving an annoyed kick to the neon purple machine filled with soft pastel plushies.
You stand beside him laughing into your hand, âsâokay, Gumiââ
âIâve spent like forty dollars,â he huffs, âon one machine.â
âCome on, we should play something else,â you tug on his arm, âI already have about four of every sanrio plushie anyway,â you shrug.
Megumiâs 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.
âWe should play space invadersâ oh! Or DDR!â you beam.
âI donât have the coordination for DDR⊠or the energy,â Megumi grumbles.
You giggle, âright, letâs play space invaders.â
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 doesnât like being social all that much (all his friends think itâs crazy you managed to get him to come along tonight). But really, you know Megumi isnât doing it because he wants to, heâs doing it because you want to and it makes your heart swell and your body want to melt into a puddle of happiness.
âOh, boo, this is a scam,â 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.
âUh, hey,â a voice appears beside you.
âHm?â You peer to the side and notice a taller guy wearing a beanie looking at you, heâs holding a plushie out toward you.
âI saw you trying to win that pink bunny thingâŠâ he holds out the My Melody plushie you were attempting to win.
âOh,â you beam, âthatâs really sweet!â
He laughs softly, âthatâs okay⊠Iâm Ino.â
âIâm Y/Nââ
You suddenly feel a looming presence behind you. You peer up at Megumi, his eyes harsh and narrowed toward this guy talking to you.
âUh, hi?â Ino forces out.
âCan I help you?â Megumi deadpans, his jaw slightly clenched in annoyance.
Ino barely offers him a glance, âI was just giving this pretty girl the plushie thing she was trying to winââ
âShe doesnât want it,â Megumi forces his lips into a condiscending smile.
Ino looks between the two of you before clearing his throat, âboyfriend, huh?â
âMhm,â Megumi hums, his hand snaking around your waist and grabbing at your hip.
âRight,â Ino nods, âsorry, man.â He doesnât seem sorry with how he mockingly laughs at Megumiâs protectiveness of you.
âWhatever,â Megumi huffs.Â
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, âGumiââ
âWhat?â Megumi spits, a little harsher than he meant it.
You press your lips together, ânevermind,â 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.Â
Megumiâs jaw is tight with tension and he feels like shit because he didnât watch his tone when he talked to you. He gets protective of you and perhaps a little jealous. And he knows itâs stupid being annoyed and upset over not being able to win you a fucking plushie from a childrenâs 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.
âYou two okay?â 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 wasnât always super affectionate toward you in public, but he wasnât even staying near you or holding your hand anymore.
âFine,â Megumi retorts, eyes still glued to the pink plushie heâs trying to win you.
â...Did she upset you?â
âNo.â
âDid you upset her?âÂ
âI donât know,â Megumi shrugs.
Yuko sighs, âmaybe you should talk to her.â
âShe doesnât want to talk to me.â
Yuko lets out an amused laugh, âFushiguro, she always wants to talk to you.â
Megumi feels a pang in his chest at that, feeling bad that he didnât even attempt to drag you off to the bathroom or outside so he could talk to you. Heâs still trying to get better at the talking, he was just fucking embarrassed.Â
The machine suddenly chimes, a little song playing as a plushie falls in behind the collection door.
âHey, you won,â Yuko beams.
Megumi bends down, pulling the plushie out of the machine and scoffing; it wasnât the My Melody plushie he as aiming for.
Yuko laughs, plucking the bored-looking penguin plushie from his hand and holding it up, âI see the resemblance.â
âWho even is this?â Megumi takes it back, squeezing the soft toy in his large hands,
âItâs Badtz Maru,â Yuko replies, âlooks a bit like you.â
âMm,â Megumi makes a noise of annoyance.Â
Yuko nudges his shoulder, âshe might like it even more,â she sings softly.Â
Megumi walks around the arcade looking for you, peering around corners and looking through the claw machine section in search of you. He canât find you. He spots Itadori, Inumaki, Yuta and Maki but canât find you anywhere. He asks Yuko and Nobara and they shake their heads with a shrug.
How did no one know where you were?
âWhereâd she go?â Nobara looks around for you.
âIâll call her,â Yuko offers.
âSâokay, Iâll call her,â 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 donât 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 itâs short lived when he spots that fucking guy again. Heâs leaning against the wall, basically trapping you in a corner as you attempt to curl away from him, your back flush against the wall.
âU-Uh, I should get back to my friends,â you laugh nervously, your hands wrapping tightly around the strap of your purse.
âLemme walk you tâthem then,â he offers.
You look around anxiously, chewing on the inside of your cheek. âUh, no thanks, I can go myselfââ 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.
âShe said back off,â Megumi spits, forcing himself in front of you protectively.
âI wsâ just talking to her,â Ino slurs back.
âAnd she doesnât want to talk to you,â Megumi retorts, forcing him onto his feet and half-pushing him away. âSo fuck off.â
Ino scoffs, âwhatever, bro. Was just tryna be nice.â Megumi rolls his eyes at the shitty excuse, jaw clenched angrilly until the guy finally leaves, stumbling off back to the bar.Â
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.
âBaby?â Megumi coos, reaching a gentle hand out to pull your hands away from your pretty face.
âMâsorry,â you mumble, your bottom lip quivering as your eyes gloss over with tears.
Megumiâs 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.Â
âMâsorry I was mean,â he says against your hair.
âYou werenât mean,â you mumble, âI was being dumb.â
âYouâre not dumb, Y/N. You thought he was doing a nice thing for you,â Megumi replies. He pauses for a moment before deciding to admit his thoughts to you, â...I was jsâ jealous.â
You pull away from him, a bit of your makeup staining the fabric of his black shirt. âWhy were you jealous?â
You never thought Megumi could be jealous. He always seems so laidback and bored that you assumed everything was water off a duckâs back to him. But you were obviously sorely mistaken.
âMâalways jealous when itâs you,â Megumi shrugs, eyes glancing away as he admits it to you, his face dusted a light pink.
You grin cutely, âyou like-like me,â you poke his chest.
âShut up,â 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, âI won this for you.â
You pout, âreally?â
âMhm,â Megumi nods, handing it to you.
You squish the softness in your hands before giggling, âlooks like you.â
âI donât see it,â he grumbles.
âHe could be your son!â
âItâs a plushie, Y/N.â
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.Â
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 Megumiâs.
âYou guys ready to go?â Yuji asks, ââcus I am officially broke.â
Yuko giggles, âokay, lets go, baby.â
Yuji plants a kiss on Yukoâs 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 Megumiâs.
âYuck, get a room!â Nobara gags.Â
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 doesnât 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 Megumiâs eyes on you and you peer up at him, âyou okay, Gumi?â
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, âwhat was that for?â
Megumi shrugs, âI just wanted to.â
You point your finger at him, âwho are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?â
Megumi rolls his eyes, âoh, ha-ha.â
â
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.Â
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 youâve already worked it out.Â
But you can tell thereâs 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 heâs busy or away). Megumi is sitting on the couch when you come out of your room, heâs 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.Â
âYou okay, Gumi?â You ask, lifting your hands to stroke your thumbs across his jaw.
âMâfine,â he replies.
You frown, âdonât do that.â
âDo what?â
âNot tell me,â you sigh. âI can tell when youâre sad or youâre thinking about stuff, I want you to be able to talk to me.â
âI really am fine, Y/N,â he huffs, pullin away from your hands and getting up off the couch.Â
âIâm not your ex, Megumi,â you stare at the back of his head.Â
Megumi visibly stiffens, â...I know that.â
âDo you?â You ask without thinking, âbecause I really care about you nâ Iâve been trying to be patient and understanding but Iââ 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 heâs nervous. âI know youâre not her, Y/N. Youâve never made me feel the way she has.â
Your shoulders relax and you glance away. You still get insecure about Megumi having an ex, mostly because sheâs got to see parts of him you havenât yet, but in the same breath, she was awful to him and is part of the reason heâs wound so tight and struggles to talk.
You donât even think when it falls from your mouth, âwhy donât you want to have sex with me?â
Megumiâs eyes widen and he feels his heart in his throat. He stiffens, unable to form anything other thanâ âW-What?â
You sigh, âI know itâs stupid. I just⊠I wanna have sex⊠with you. And it just seems like you donât want to⊠with me.â
Megumiâs heart aches painfully. Of course he wants to have sex with you. He wants to every day like some kind of maniac, but youâre too good for him (at least thatâs what he thinks). And itâs 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 thatâs coherent and not total gibberish.
He canât shake the fear of him being too needy and paranoid toward you. Youâre so special to him and he fears losing you. Fears that one wrong move will send you packing or make you hate him.
âIâŠâ Megumi squeezes his hands into fists, trying to release the tension inside his chest. âY/N, I do want to.â
You peer up at him, eyes glossed over, â...Iâve beent trying to like⊠hint at it but youââ
âIâm scared,â Megumi sighs, running a hand through his hair. âI mean⊠Iâm not scared, mâjust worried.â
Your brows furrow, âworried?â
âI want it to be special for you,â Megumi admits, âIâm just always thinking that Iâm not special enough for you.â
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 heâs special enough for you?
âGumi,â 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.Â
âYouâre perfect for me, Gumi,â you murmur. âThereâs no one else I trust more in the world than you.â
Megumi squeezes you a little tighter, âIâm not good at talking.â
You squeeze your eyes shut, âI know.â
âI want to be better at it, âcus youâre my priority now,â he says, heart beating rapidly in his chest at his confession. âAnd Iâm worried that Iâm too paranoid or needy⊠I donât want toâ I canât lose you.â You pull away from him a fraction, a tear slipping down your cheek. Megumi catches it, âdonât cry. Please.â
You sniffle, âI donât want to lose you either, Megumi.â You wrap your arms around his neck, his strong arms still wrapped around the small of your back. âBut you need to talk to me, even if you think itâs stupid⊠Because I tell you stupid stuff all the time and you still listen.â
Megumi chuckles softly, âyeah, I know.â
You cup his cheek, beaming as he leans into your touch, âoffer yourself a little kindness, Gumi. Youâre too hard on yourself.â
He knows youâre right, youâre always right.Â
He nods, âIâm gonna try,â he sighs.
âYouâre already doing good,â you praise, âIâm still going to be here no matter what.â
âPromise?â
You grin, âI promise.â You hook your pinky with his.
âThen I have something else I need to tell you,â he forces out.
You frown, âokayâŠâ
âI didnât like that that guy grabbed you,â Megumi huffs, âit made me really fucking mad.â
You chuckle softly, âyou handled it, though.â
âBut still,â Megumiâs jaw clenches. âAsshole.â
âYou donât like that some other guy touched me?â
âI wanted him dead right then and there,â Megumiâs arms squeeze around you a little tighter.Â
âMm, thatâs pretty hot,â you giggle.
â...Hot?â Megumi seems confused.
You shrug, âyeah⊠I like that my boyfriend wants me all to himself.â
Megumi pauses, any words that he could possibly think of getting caught in his throat. Your giggles die in your chest as Megumiâs steely eyes bore into you, an intensity settling in the air.
âGumi?â
Megumiâs eyes flicker down to your lips, âmâgonna kiss you.â
You grin, âIâd never be opposed to that,â you whisper.
Megumiâs 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, âG-Gumiââ
âWeâll fucking clean it later,â 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.Â
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.Â
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 topâ his eyes meet yours, your pretty eyes wide with lust and just pure adoration.
You are his favourite person.
âI love you.â
You pause, lips parting slightly as Megumiâs words finally sink in. You press up on your elbows, eyes widening, âwhat did you say?â
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. âI said I love you.â
âYou love me?â 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. âYou told me I should be honest.â
You beam, âMegumiââ
âDonât say anything,â he says softly, âjsâ let it stay out there for a minute.â
You close your mouth, a smile tugging at your lips. Megumi grins at you, the prettiest smile youâve ever seen, before he leans his head down, pressing his lips to yours. Itâs slow and so loving, heâs gentle with you as one hand comes up to cradle your face.
He pulls away after a minute and you smile, âI love you too.â
Megumi pauses before he lets out an amused laugh, âyeah?â
âYeah,â you giggle.
âSay it again,â he teases.
âI love you,â 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.
âAgain.â
âI love you, Gumi,â you whine out as he sucks on a particularly sensitive part of your neck, leaving a angry red mark on your skin.Â
Megumiâs 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.
âSâbeautiful,â 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.
âDonât look at me like that,â you whine.
Megumi chuckles, âlike what? Like I love you?â
âLike you want to devour me,â you correct with an amused laugh.
âMm, no promises,â he smiles, pressing a peck to your lips.
Megumiâs 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 Megumiâs wrist, forcing him back up your body, âwhat is it, baby?â He asks breathlessly.
You press a peck to his lips, âI wanâ you to touch me,â you murmur against his slightly chapped lips.
âOh yeah?â Megumi asks, his tone a little teasing.
âMhm,â 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, âmm, someoneâs excited,â he teases.
âShut up,â 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.
âSâwet, princess,â he murmurs against your cheek.
âAll fâyou,â 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.Â
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.Â
âW-What are we doing?â
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 Megumiâs muscular forearm while the other is propped up, forcing your soaked pussy lips open.
âLook how pretty you are,â Megumi mutters against your ear, his large hand squeezing at your tits.
âGumi, this is embarrassing,â you whine.
Megumi presses a kiss to your cheek, âjust watch.â
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.Â
âF-Faster, Gumi, please,â you moan, your hands squeezing Megumiâs strong thighs.
âShh,â Megumi coos, âbe patient, baby.â
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.Â
You whine, hand gripping his wrist as he starts to curl his finger inside you, pressing against that spongy spot inside you, âm-more.â
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.Â
âLook at you,â Megumi mutters against your ear.Â
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 Megumiâs 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 Megumiâs clothed thighs as your hips grind and roll against his hand.
âG-Gumi, mâgonna cum,â you whimper.
âSâokay, baby,â Megumi coos, âcum fâme.â
âN-No,â you force out, your hand wrapping around his strong wrist in an attempt to stop him from forcing an orgasm out of you.
âNo?â Megumi slows his movements, the lewd squelching sounds in your room silencing as he gently pulls his fingers from your sopping pussy. âWhatâs wrong?â
You pant, whimpering as the burn in your tummy fades and you feel so fucking pent up. Megumiâs face is laced with concern as he turns you on your side in his lap. You give him a tired smile, âplease.â
âPlease, what?â
âPlease,â you whine, âI need your cock, Gumi.â
Megumi grunts, âfuck, baby.â
âPlease,â you beg, âplease, Iâll be sâgood.â
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.
âSuch a good girl,â Megumi praises, kissing your forehead.Â
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. Youâve 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, âyou said youâd behave.â
âMm, you canât blame me for being excited,â you whine pathetically.Â
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. Thereâs a wet patch forming on his boxers and your mouth salivates at the idea of him finally fucking you with his big cock that youâve had in your mouth many times before.Â
âSâbig,â you compliment, wrists wriggling against his large hand still pinning them above your head.
âYou sure about this?â
Thereâs 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, âMegumi Fushiguro,â you call softly.
âMm?â
âI love you,â you sigh. âThereâs no one I want more to take my virginity than you.â
Megumi lets out a shaky breath, â...you sure?â
âNever been more sure of anything in my life,â you grin.
âBecause I really want you to be mine.â
âIâm already yours, Megumi.â
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.Â
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.Â
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 donât 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 heâs doing. Then it sort of dawns on you.
Heâs sizing you up.Â
âMâgonna be right here,â 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 heâs fucking sizing you up and showing you where heâs gonna be inside you, youâre starting to get a little nervous.Â
But fuck you want him inside you.
You buck your hips up and Megumi chuckles, âsâeager.â
âShut up and fuck me,â you grumble playfully. Megumi smiles, scooting your hips up and leaning over to quickly kiss your forehead one more time.
âYou tell me if it gets too much,â Megumi says seriously. âI donât wanna hurt you.â
You smile, âyou wonât hurt me.â
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.Â
âLook at me,â Megumi orders softly.
You open your eyes, not realising youâd pressed them closed.Â
âPlease,â Megumi sighs, âI wanna watch your face when I put it in.â
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.Â
âG-Gumiââ you whine out.
âY-You okay, baby? Whatâs wrong?â Megumi stills his movements.
You pant slightly, chest heaving, âfeels sâgood.â
Megumi sighs a little in relief, hand coming up to cup your jaw as he presses his thick cock into you. Heâs over halfway when you let out another whimper, your thighs shaking slightly with the stretch.
âStill okay?â
âMhm, almost in?â you ask.
âJust over halfway.â
âHalfway?!â you force out.
Megumi chuckles before pressing his fingertip to the space between your pretty pussy lips and your belly button. âMâabout here.â
âHoly fuck,â you pant. âSo fucking big.â
âDonât flatter me,â he chuckles. âItâll go straight to my head,â he jokes.
âMm, sâtrue.â
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.
âF-Feel okay?â Megumiâs voice shakes, feeling like heâs gonna cum like a damn teenager with how tight you are around him.
âMm,â you screw your eyes shut, âyou can m-move.â
âYou sure?â
âUh huh,â you nod slowly.Â
Megumi leans down, lifting your arms and forcing them to wrap around his neck. He plants a kiss to your lips before pulling outâ you whineâ then he pushes himself back in. Your arms wrap around his neck, forcing Megumiâs head to rest against your shoulder as he pulls almost alllll the way out before plunging back into your tight heat.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â Megumi groans, his hips snapping against yours as you hook your ankles together behind him, your thighs squeezing his waist. âSâgood, princess.â
You moan and whine against his neck, feeling like heâs rearranging your fucking guts with how big his cock is and how hard heâs fucking you. It almost seems like Megumi needed this more than you with how his hips snap hungrily against yours.Â
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.Â
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 Megumiâs strong back, leaving angry red marks in their wake.Â
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 Megumiâs shoulders to grip the sheets.Â
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.Â
âF-Fuck, look at you,â 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.Â
Then you just cum. Thereâs no warning as you gush around him, your vision going stark white as you spray your orgasm across Megumiâs pelvis, his thighs, your own thighs and all over the sheets.
âFuck, did you just squirt?â
You donât say anything, you canât. Youâre mumbling incoherent noises as Megumi fucks you through your high, his hips snapping harder and harder against yours as he chases his own orgasm. Youâre 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.
âMm, youâre fucking perfect, sweet girl,â Megumi praises, panting as he comes down from his high.
âMm, Gumi,â you whine, voice quiet.
Megumi gently lowers you onto the bed, crawling up your body to cup your face, âare you okay? Whatâs wrong? Did I hurt you?â
You shake your head, âmm-mm, felt sâgood.â
Megumi sighs with relief, âwe gotta get you up, you have to pee and I gotta clean upââ he peers down at the utter mess youâve made of the sheets, ââsomehow.â
âSleepover?â You beam.
Megumi chuckles, âsleepover.â
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. Youâre obviously sore with how you limp down the hallway to Megumiâs room, clutching your pillow under your arm.
You rest your head against Megumiâs chest, his fingers gently smoothing over your wet hair and tracing down your bare arm.
âAny regrets?â He asks curiously.
âMm, no,â you reply with a smile. âYou made me squirt my first time having sex⊠I think you have to marry me,â you giggle.
Megumi chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead, âmm, maybe one day.â
You giggle, sitting up to press a kiss to his lips. âI love you.â
âI love you too, sweet girl,â Megumi pauses, âwhat is that?â
âWhatâs what?â
âThat,â Megumi points to the bored-looking penguin plush he got you. Itâs pressed to your chest right between your boobs.
âOh, you mean your son?â
âY/N,â he groans. âGet that thing out.â
âI will not!â
âIâll throw it out the window while youâre sleeping.â
You gasp, âdonât do that to your son!â
âItâs not my son!â
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YOUR TEETH IN MY NECK | ARMIN ARLERT.
âł synopsis. youâre new to the university and already struggling with classes. itâs a good thing your âfriendlyâ classmate, armin, offers to help. where would you be without him?
âł 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.
âł 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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part 2
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"And here I thought we're just gonna fix the little table you brought for your kid," his seducing whispers tickled your right ear as he bit on it gently. You could feel his hands get themselves busy by tracing the shape of your body, slowly and gently as he pressed his bulge against your ass.
"Geto stop it," it was the nth time you asked him to halt his perverted ministrations while you guys were in the middle of fixing something. You could already tell that he's already keeping himself at home.
"Are we really gonna stop this?" He pressed himself again and this time his bulge brushed against the thin cloth of your skirt. "Are we really gonna stop this, mommy?"
The way he addressed the title was something off but it wasn't that, it in fact made you curious. Come to think of it, you were older than this man and also considering you have a seven year old son. Geto has been your neighbor for a couple of months now and you could say that him and your son get along all the time. You didn't understand what really connected the both of them to be close but you also understood that your son needed a good father figure to look up to. Or so you thought...
"Quit it, Geto. It's not funny- Ah!" His hand suddenly groped one of your breast, giving it a little massage before cupping both of them. The sudden touch he gave you made you arch your back that your to rest your head unto his chest and your ass pressing itself more into his bulge. As you looked down, the position itself gave you the view of his skilled hands playing with your mounds.
This feeling felt new to you again. Has it been months? Years perhaps?
"Geto-"
"Yeah? Enjoyin' yourself so much?" He chuckled as he felt the pressure of your soft ass against him and your plump breasts that he cupped selfishly. His eyes gazed at your round ass and it seems that you're either brushing it on purpose or you really are just wiggling yourself out from his grasp.
Neither matters, he thought. A little grin forming on his lips as he pressed it against your neck, deliciously and slowly leaving kisses until he blew a thin air to your nape. For him, every bit of reaction that you feel was like a reward to himself. He wanted to torment you sweetly, wanted you to become his. Was it the thought of you being plump with his kid? Hell nah, he didn't even want to be a father in the first place. He was so sure about it but then his little mind would long for little games. Dangerous games.
Well of course, little games like him filling you up and you bearing his kid. It was something that icked the young man to mess you up until your plump.
Without any hesitation he picked you up like a little ragged doll and went to your room where you slept. The sudden action of course surprised you but deep inside you, from the way he did his actions you somehow knew you guys would end up fucking. He threw you to bed, the soft bounce from the foam ricocheted as you lie down. He positioned himself just right in front of you, both of his palms resting on your knees.
"Suguru please, my kid will be coming home from school!"
"Yeah," he looked at the wall clock and saw that it was 4:00 in the afternoon. His well chiseled jawline evident before he clenched it, now his gaze focused on you.
Shit. That's all you have to say.
"What 'yeah'? Get off me please,"
He only nodded with a playful 'hmm' as he used his right palm to rest on your waist. "See, it looks so beautiful." He couldn't help himself but to put his other palm to your other waist.
"H-huh?"
"Seems your waist agrees that it likes the feeling of my palms," he snickered. Noticing how embarrassed you look, he knew he did well. "You're so beautiful, I'd fill you up until you don't want me anymore."
"Goodness Suguru," you whispered, your core already wanting for attention. You could feel your panties already soaking wet coming from his actions a while ago. Your skirt didn't even matter to him anymore, he was quick to lift that skimpy skirt you have and let him have access to your deepest desires.
"I know," he started to run his thin and delicate fingers to the lacy thin hem of your panties. His fingers continued to scan the underwear just at the front coverage when he followed a certain pattern of the underwear.
"It's thin," he gazed at you. His sly eyes that teased you. Oh you know this gaze too damn well and you sure feel intoxicated by it. His fingertips still grazing to that lacy front coverage. You couldn't take your eyes off him as well. Not that you were not embarrassed but by the way he gazed at you. It felt so demanding that the moment he laid his eyes at you.
"H-huh?"
He only chuckled at your dumbfounded response. Geto slowly moves his lips closer to your right ear. He blew another thin air that made your brows furrow and lips shut.
"You seem pretty good with choosing colors," he pecked your cheek and slowly and gently nudged his nose against it, it seemed romantic and gentle that you didn't even stop the man.
I mean, who wouldn't?
"Hmm, how did you know I like the color burgundy?"
Oh.
Shit.
The color made you remember that your officemate eventually gave this to you during the little holiday party to you had alongside the other workers.
"I really can't think of another gift to give you aside this one, it'll come handy next time."
You remember her silly smile with her wink as she gave you the present in a small paper bag. Recalling it made you flustered in frustration.
"It's not what you think, a friend gave it to me and said It'll come handy-" another kiss on your cheek.
"So your friend does know what she's doing,"
"Geto stop it- I don't like it." his hands now slowly groping your soft, round, and voluptuous breasts. He slowly unbuttoned half of the white blouse you had on until he could fully access his itchy fingers to feel the warmth of your boobs.
"Hmm." He rested his forehead on your shoulder, keeping himself entertained. His slender fingers slowly lowered your bra revealing your peaks erect from the stimulation. "Your body says otherwise,"
A victorious grin perked up on his lips.
"You jerk."
"Yeah, I'd be honest." looking at you with his sly eyes and amused lips, he left a kiss on your cleavage and let his lips take over your left nipple. "I jerk on you often times."
"Please Geto- Ah!"
How could he say that to you so bluntly? Was it something he'd do normally? Of course not. He's probably messing around. Unless??
He knew what he was doing and he's enjoying every bit of it. You could almost see that annoying ghost smile of his. You could have resisted but whatever happened to it, it's long gone.
As far as you could remember, it has been years since you last felt the high of euphoria of sexual pleasure. You had no time for this since you were too busy taking care of your son plus his father was an irresponsible individual, what do you expect?
"Give in to me," Geto whispered those sweet words to you as he continued to suck like a greedy and hungry baby. "You won't regret it."
You were so confused but it felt so fucking nice. It's too late to say no him because his touches were already eating the modesty left in you.
"Let's be selfish, yeah?" he encouraged. "Wanna breed you so bad and bully your lil cervix."
You were driven by his devilish temptations and it got the best of you and without any hesitation you reached for the clasp of your bra and undid it. The clicking sound of you unclasping it.
"Just- please just hurry up."
Oh? She's really telling me to hurry up huh? Well, that's gonna be her problem.
He waited for this.
Geto could sense how embarrassed you were with your actions but he was entertained. Of course he couldn't get pass this moment.
Every single day he prayed for it.
"Yeah, I'm kinda excited that your little pal gonna witness his mom bear another kid."
"Fuck you."
"Yeah, I'll fuck you so hard..." He chuckled and nibbled on your ear. "... You'd really beg me to wife you up."
oh to be trapped under the weight of a sweet loving man whoâs twice my size
đđËâ GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI!
Tw - STEPCEST, cheating, age-gap(early 20s n early 40s), anal play, daddy/dad kink, oral, some really inappropriate and gross stuff. Stepcest isnât blood related. Not proofread.
A/n - âToji wouldnât do th-â I donât give a shit, goodnight.
GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who secretly rubs your little pussy through your thin cotton panties from underneath the blanket while you're having a movie night with your family in the living room.
GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who tells your clueless mother that heâs taking you on a daddy-and-daughter bonding trip for a few days so the two of you can spend more time together and get to know each other more which only ends up with his hefty cock being stuffed deep into your innocent pussyâ filling you up to the brim in some random hotel not too far from your house.
GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who instantly gets rock hard whenever you'd call him âdadâ or âdaddyâ. He just canât help when a sweet young thing like you is innocently batting your eyelashes up at him and asking him for his assistance. God, youâre so helpless, you canât do anything without the help from your dad, not even cumming. :(
Which is why he has to sneak into your bedroom dead at night and skillfully poke his stepdaughterâs g-spot with his fat tip till you can finally cum and make a big mess on his cock.
GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who's obsessed with you sitting on his face, your warm dripping pussy nestled in his mouth while his eager tongue skillfully laps at the essence of your arousal from your glistening entrance. His nose presses into your rim purposefully, causing your adorable hole to wink against his nose in playful response to his inhales and breathing. He needs you on his face at least once a day :(
GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who you coincidentally encounter in the bathroom, late at night while heâs pissing so that quickly escalated with his girthy cock now being shoved down your throat and he's thrusting it rhythmically in and out your mouth. Your eyes begin to well up with tears which only fuels him even more to use your mouth to his favor as he deviously grins down at you when he notices how you're helplessly playing with your drenched pussy with your fingers.
GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who gets off from being risky, especially when your mom is dozing off on the couch and he has you forcefully bent over the cold marble kitchen counter with one of his muscular hands pressed firmly against your lower back so you won't escape from his hold. His fat thumb is clogging your ass and his veiny cock is stretching your little pussy apart around his shaft while his angry tip is exploring the depths of your cunt.
He'd be such a mean man and force his thumb deeper and deeper into your asshole just so he can get a cute reaction from you and hear you whine while you desperately claw at his beefy forearm for him to stop :( He only chuckles and laughs at how scared you are as if you don't love it as much as he does.
GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who loves referring to himself as Daddy while he's balls deep into your slippery hole. Your trembling knees are knocking against your soft, bouncing tits and you're desperately gasping for air while your nails are sinking into his strong hand that's encircling your neck. "Shh shh c'mon be a good little step-kid f'daddy and take my cock". He whispers, trailing a thumb up to your glossy lips before inserting it into your mouth for you to suck on.
His cock is crammed into your tight pussy, and the way you keep sucking him in deeper and deeper every hazy second makes him not want to pull out anytime soon. He just can't get enough of your pussy. "That's it, that's baby, yer making daddy feel sooo good".
GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who has developed a habit of sniffing your cunt and ass, he just can't help it :( he just loves your natural scent and can't get enough of you when he's bending down behind your small figure while you're engrossed in cooking dinner for the family and pulls your shorts down to bury his pointy nose in your moist pussy.
A plague of worries clouds your head when you feel his nose prodding into your tight entrance in the open. "T-toji! n-not here, she'll see!", you pleaded as you attempted to push his head away from your rear only for him to clasp both of your hands into his larger ones with just a chuckle rumbling against your cunny. soft whimpers escape your lips when you hear his loud whiffs of your pussy.
GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who loves nothing more than licking his step-daughterâs little pussy at any given chance he gets :(
It's so prohibited and âtabooâ and the older man is very much aware of that but he just can't help it when he's quietly slipping into your bedroom late at night to run his salivating tongue over the sapping moundâ Heâs been practically thinking about it the entire day.
His clothed cock immediately starts twitching uncontrollably every time his grimy thoughts clouded his vivid imagination, all he could do at work was discreetly palm his hardened bulge and give it a hard squeeze for friction and temporary relief.
He barely could wait till everyone was asleep to taste your delicious pussy again.
A deep involuntary groan leaves his lips from the taste of your creamy pussy melting on his tastebuds. The sensation of the sticky slick clinging onto his tongue stirred a desperate throbbing in his cock, yearning for more. God, every fiber of his being ached to plunge his hard cockhead into your warm, virgin pussy and ravish you until you painted his shaft with your cream but he won't... at least not yet.
Luckily for him, you were sleeping on your stomach and the tranquility of your slumber allowed him to cautiously lower your adorable panties down, gently resting it at your lower thighs, and parted your plush cheeks using his thumbs to peek at your delicate pussy. The glossy sheen veiling your folds glistened in the dim light, making his fat cock throb with urgency.
âFuck, so prettyâ he whispered breathlessly, sticking his tongue out to lap at your messy folds, his tongue flickers back and forth, licking up at your wetness and replacing it with his spit and intertwining saliva. Unfortunately for him, you werenât a heavy sleeper so the sensation of his soft, wet tongue wiggling against your most intimate place was enough to stir you awake.
Your eyelids flutter open weakly, giving way to the heavy fog of slumber that still clung to your countenance. Sleep is evident in your features as your tummy tingles from the continuous sensation of the stimulation. Your vision was clouded with fuzziness but you could still make out the muscular silhouette of your step-father.
He was huge and muscular, he wasnât built like some ordinary man so there was no mistake that it was him.
âDaddy?âYou mumbled innocently, rubbing your eyes in hopes of having a clearer view after.
âW-hat are you doing?â
âShh shh, go back to sleep doll. Dadâs gonna take care of yaâ he lightly chuckled before caressing your ass and placing a few wet kisses on your soft cheeks.
can i request a tanaka x all right đ
maybe the reader didnât feel comfortable in a dress he purchased for her.
- also i luv ur writing <33
me, finally getting to write about tanaka: yeeeeah that's what i'm talking about baby, LET'S GOOOOOOO
words: 634
cw: fem!reader, insecurity, body image tw, oral (f receiving), bathroom sex, minors dni
when tanaka opened the door to find tears in your eyes, he went into protection mode.
âwho?â he asks simply, fists ready to connect to someoneâs face any second. but he softens when you shake your head.
âitâs not that⊠i just feel stupid,â you donât meet his gaze, instead looking at the bathroom mirror to tug at your clothes.
tanaka steps inside, shutting the door behind him. heâll admit, heâs not so good at understanding what you mean sometimes, often needing to be told outright how youâre feeling. but he sees you grimacing at your reflection, pulling at the dress he had bought you a few days ago.
confused, he reaches and takes the material of the dress between his fingers. âyou donât like it,â
youâre quickly turning to him, taking his hands into yours. âno! itâs so pretty, baby, itâs just thatâŠâ staring back at the mirror, thereâs a look of defeat on your face. âitâs me thatâs the problem. nothing looks good on me.â
heâs more confused than before, watching you fuss over your appearance. tanaka knew you had insecurities, he never understood why. you were a knockout, a goddess among mortals. tanaka was lucky to have the privilege of dating you.
but seeing you uncomfortable in something that he bought you makes him feel that he had messed up somehowâthat he wasnât doing a good enough job of making you feel desired, beautiful.
youâre suddenly lifted onto the bathroom sink, the fabric of your dress pushed up so it bunches at your waist. âryuu?â youâre shocked when tanaka drops to his knees, spreading your dangling legs.
âi just donât get it,â he says, sliding your panties down your legs, never breaking eye contact with your cunt. âyouâre so beautifulâŠwhy would youââ he cuts himself off, diving between your legs to lap at your sex.
when it came to eating you out, tanaka could be down right feral. he growls into your pussy, tonguing and slurping as if it was the only meal he was going to have. you have to stop him, the two of you are already late to the party youâre supposed to be at. but he fights off your attempts to push him away.
his mouth is ravenous, making a mess of your thighs with his spit and your juices. if you werenât on the cusp of a mindblowing orgasm right now, you might just feel embarrassed.
tanaka detached himself from your center with a fucking pop, replacing his tongue with his fingers, rough from years of playing volleyball. âevery part of you is amazing,â he says, entrance with how your cunt sucks his fingers in. he fucks you with his hand, tongue latching onto your clit to lap everything it has to offer. at this point, you can feel your mind breaking. every part of your body is vibrating, fingers scratching at his buzzed head.
âbaby! baby, iâm gonnaâfuck,â you cry, legs giving out from underneath you. you chant his name when you cum, eyes rolling to the back of your head the entire time.
the lower half of tanakaâs face is drenched, licking up his fingers as if he just had a good meal. âi think that dress looks beautiful on you,â he says, a smug grin on his face. he helps you on to your shaky feet only to bend you over the counter and hike your dress up.
âryuu, too much!â you whine, hearing him unbuckle his belt. tanaka reaches over, grabbing you by the chin and forcing you to look at your reflection in the mirror.
âneed to show you how perfect you are, babe,â he says, sinking into you without any prep. your walls flutter around his long cock. ânever seen a girl look so pretty until iâve seen you cum.â
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ᯠᥣđ© thinking 'bout lovesick! yuji... best friend! yuji who is so in love with you but doesnt have the guts to outright tell you.
dies every time you two hang out 'cause you just prattle on and on about how you wish you had the experience of being eaten out... and you trust your best friend so much that it doesnt come as a shock or as anything other than a willingness to help you out when he tells you he'd volunteer.
easy to lay back against his bed, the same one you two spend so much time cuddling on in between classes and movie sessions. so easy to spread your legs for him and let him nose against your weeping cunt.
wondering why it's so warm and smells so good. eagerly nuzzling along your swollen lips, shamelessly sucking in the skin into his waiting mouth. and you don't know if its embarrasment that he doesn't look up at you once- not until you keen out his name all high and pretty.
easy to tangibly see how lovesick yuji is for you when he just sucks your swollen clit into his mouth and sucks and sucks and sucks. his hands balled into fists on either sides of your hips- not daring to touch. just follows around the canting of your hips with his bobbing head. he doesn't even mind when you buck up and clamp your thighs around his head when you cum in broken pants of his name and pleads.
pleads that fall on deaf ears because he's just too far gone, thinks that "just a little more- just a little bit more and i'll stop." but he never does.
its not until you take shaky hands and push against his forehead after cumming for the 3rd time. too weak to pick your head up off the bed for minutes at a time. and when you finally do- he's sitting there, fist wrapped around the print of his cock through grey sweats.
visibly shaking with the restrain he's going through, meeting eyes with yours when you have the ability to pick your head back up and see the way he tips his head back to stare at the ceiling- groaning an apology for getting too ahead of himself.
wondering... "do you ever wonder what cock feels like?" yuji asks, barely audible- like he wishes he could show you what that's like too. and to his dismay and utter relief, you nod pretty at him.
(previous part)
it's been a week since you've spoken to arranged!gojo, and he feels like he's about to start going crazy.
you don't speak during your meals, not even when he addresses you in a question. sometimes you spare him a glance, but he'd still rather see your icy glare than see nothing at all.
and he knows he fucked up. he knows that you seeing him alone with anya was perhaps the worst possible place you couldâve caught him, but he's been almost begging you to listen to him, to hear his side. but every time he goes to explain you leave abruptly, leaving him alone, feeling the looks of pity from those around the two of you.
and you know you're being petty. after all, the two of you are only bound by words, nothing else. if anything, the two of you were just becoming friends, so this shouldn't hurt you as much as it does.
but you hear the whispers of the ladies, hear of their secret proposals of how gojo would surely bed them if they just asked. how miserable he must be trapped with you, how this marriage is ruining his life. and you know anya, know about her history with him. before you were his wife you were the higher echelon wallflower, listening to all the gossip, observing from afar.
you've gathered some ideas in your head as to why he might want to speak with you. perhaps he wants to gently break the news that he's found a mistress, one that he actually loves. or that maybe he's already had one and now you know why he's been so secretive.
so the more he tries to talk to you, the more you pull away. you don't know why he cares so much, why this even matters to him. if anything, you feel like he should be content with your silence.
but he's not, and gojo grows more restless by the hour.
he decides he can't live like this anymore. tonight he's going to make you listen to him, even if you want nothing to do with him.
you're holed up in your room, talking with alina as she dabs lavender oil on your neck before you go to sleep. you know she knows about your silence with gojo, but ever friend, she does nothing to bring it up.
well, she wouldn't have to if he didn't come knocking feverishly at your door.
you watch in your mirror as she peeks her head out, her gasp of surprise causing a sinking pit to form in your stomach. you can hear how she scrambles with the titles of my lord, how she explains that you're nearly about to go to sleep.
it's late, the only light is the flickering of the candles on your nightstand. he should be asleep by now.
gods, you wonder for the millionth time this week, why does he care so much?
alina finishes up, closing the door slightly as she turns to you, her eyes finding yours in the mirror.
"i'm sorry my lady," she bows her head almost apologetically, "but my lord wants to talk to you. he's requested me to leave...if you'll excuse me," she bows, quickly leaving, not giving you any time to actually excuse her. you know she can't stay any longer, but you do wish she put up more of a fight. you watch her skirt bustle away, the door being left slightly ajar.
you try to act nonchalant, continuing to dab the oil onto your wrists as you look down, even when you hear the door click shut, even when you can feel his presence several feet behind you.
you sigh through your nose, heat rising to your cheeks.
"what?" you bite out, your own voice shocking you. you want to get this over with, not too desperate to hear about how he's ready to take on a mistress and shun you away.
you can hear him take in a deep breath, your eyes briefly looking up in the mirror to catch his, the same ones that make your knees weak, and avert your gaze.
"you haven't spoken to me in over a week," he says after a beat of silence.
you shrug indifferently, despite the fact that he could probably ask you the specific amount of hours it's been since the two of you had talked and you'd give an accurate number.
"i've been busy," you murmur, taking your earrings off as you place them gently in the little glass bowl to the side.
he doesn't say anything about your blatant lie, just nods slowly, as if he understands.
"i missed hearing you talk," gojo tells you quietly, almost as if his voice had been stuck in his throat, and you wonder if any man before him had ever tried to sweet talk his wife before he told her about his new mistress.
you don't say anything, still refusing to look at him as you stand up from your seat, turning off one of the candles near you as you smooth out some of the wrinkles of your nightgown.
"is this what you really want to tell me gojo?" you say bluntly, looking to the side momentarily, getting a longer look at his bulky figure, how he tries to make himself seem smaller, "that you miss my stupid jokes and dull stories?"
"they're not stupid," he quickly cuts in, his voice a little stronger, brows furrowed, "and i like your stories."
you roll your eyes, moving around the bed, to the side where he's not, and fluff your pillows. you've never found this useful, but it gives you something to do with your hands other than fidgeting with them.
truth be told, you're reflecting. you're scared of what it is he has to say, and so you try to appear stronger, and less caring, despite the fact that it's tearing you apart.
you try not to feel self-conscious of the fact that this is his first time ever seeing your room, or the fact that it's so bland. you didn't come to this estate with many things, and so you've tried to spruce up the space as much as you can, but aside from the few flowers and paintings on the wall, you fear it looks bland compared to everything else he's seen.
"and no," gojo adds, running a hand through his already tousled white hair as his arms crossed over his chest, and you finally allow yourself to stare at him, "that's not all i wanted to say."
he paused for a second.
"i don't know why i followed her out, or why i even stayed to hear her speak, but she kept saying these things about..." he trails off, gnawing on his lips as your eyes narrow slightly.
"me?" you finish for him, and his eyes dart to yours.
gojo nods a little bit, arms bulging a little bit as if remembering what she had said.
"i'm used to people staring at me, i lived with it my entire life. but with you, people..." he struggles to find words, "people stare longer. and i don't know why."
you raise a brow.
"do you want me to explain?" you say and he looks at you briefly, almost in a brazen way.
he shakes his head as if he had steered off track.
"that's beside the point. what i wanted to tell you is that she...she was saying some nonsense and i was about to leave until she offered for me to stay at the hostelry she was at." his blue eyes are wavering, his finger itching to get closer to you. this stupid bed is in the middle of you two and he wishes it were gone.
your breathing hitches a little bit, and you hope he doesn't see the sad tilt on your lips.
"so i banished her. or, well, i guess you saw her and then i banished her, but i would've done it regardless," he explains hurriedly, "look, i'm sorry...really sorry. if you want me to-"
"you banished her?" you cut him off, voice raised slightly in confusion.
his mouth gapes open for a second, and then blinks slowly, nodding.
"of...course," he tilts his head, his gorgeous head, slightly "you know that i am married, right? to you? she was offering to-"
"i thought you were going to tell me that you slept with her. o-or i don't know! that you were going to make her your mistress or something!" you spew out, your voice raised as you pace around the floor, moving a little bit closer to him as his eyes widen.
"why would you ever think that?" gojo says in a panicked tone, nothing like the man who commanded the northern army, but more like somebody who was watching his world burn in front of him.
"why?" you exclaim, shocked, "why? are you daft? every single woman wants to sleep with you! every single time we host those dinners, o-or we go to those parties, they look at you and they look at me and they pity you. i hear the whispers of the ladies, how they wouldn't mind being the other woman."
gojo hears the way your voice wavers, how your lips tremble, and the way you try not to let your bottom lip quiver. he sees the way you try to stay strong, to keep your image unbridled, but right now he feels like he's watching you break and he doesn't know what to do.
"so? what makes you think i'd do anything with them?" gojo argues, his voice raised a little bit, not in shouting, but in genuine disbelief.
you take a moment to step back and observe his behavior, and a nagging voice in your head tells you that he's telling you the truth. that he's concerned and worried, that maybe all he came to tell you tonight was an apology.
but that can't be correct.
so you sigh, your arms crossed over your chest protectively.
"i...i don't know," you murmur, "you sleep in another wing, you're always away. i thought...maybe..." you can't meet his eyes, fidgeting with the ring on your finger.
gojo takes a step forward, lips parted, cheeks rosy and flushed.
the two of you don't say anything for a minute, his chest heaving up and down. you feel like there's a weight both removed and added onto your shoulder.
"why didn't you say anything?" he whispers, "did you think...did you think i was...?" he can't finish the sentence, the words themselves too gruesome.
he doesn't say anything as he takes another tentative step closer.
you watch him, your eyes mirroring one another.
"i made a vow to you," his voice is heavy, traveling across the spanning stone walls, going deep into your bones, "and even if you prefer me to be your friend, i'll keep to that vow till the day i die."
your eyes gloss over, lips trembling.
you don't say anything, taking a couple steps forward as you smash against his chest, face crumpling against the stone wall of his torso as you hug him tightly, hoping that he can't feel the tears that seep through his nightshirt.
never in your life has somebody made a promise to you. and never in your life has somebody kept to that promise.
"thank you," you murmur, your voice muffled as his arms wrap around your body, steady and strong.
"and anyways, i'd prefer to be married to you than those miserable women any day," he mumbles into your hair and you laugh wetly, squeezing your arms tighter.
"really?" you say, tears blurring your vision.
"really," he hums, not able to say anything because he fears what you'd say if he told you that he'd rather be your husband and your friend. but he'd keep that inside, respecting your wishes.
if only he knew you wished the same.
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