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You just sat there in your oversized, faded blue hospital gown, looking small and fragile as your confused gaze met his. The man froze, roughly brushing a strand of pink hair out of his face. His clothes were covered in a layer of grey dust and dried grit, looking as though he had sprinted straight off a construction site the second he got the news.

"Fucking... God. Hey, princess... fuck, don't you ever scare me like that again" he breathed, his deep, gravelly voice cracking as he took two massive strides toward your bedside, staring down at you with a desperation that made the air feel heavy.

You shrank back into the pillows, your brow furrowing. Princess? Were you in some bizarre historical simulation? Did kings and horses still exist? No, the blinking medical monitors around you disproved that immediately.

"Mr. Sukuna, please. I need to speak with you in private for a moment" a woman in her mid forties interrupted, her expression incredibly grave as she stepped between you and the huge man. She glanced at the other people lingering by the door. There was a teenage boy, maybe sixteen, who had the exact same pink hair as the tattooed man, his face streaked with tears. Beside him stood another boy with unruly, spiky black hair and a dull, stoic expression that couldn't quite hide the anxiety in his eyes. At the doctor's quiet command, they all slowly filed out into the hallway.

Left alone for a moment, you stared at the stark white walls, the untouched glass of water on the bedside table, and the crushing, dull monotony of the room.

When the door clicked open again, the female physician returned, holding a thick medical chart. The tattooed man followed closely behind her. He tried to offer you a small, reassuring smile, but it looked incredibly strained on his rugged face. His crimson eyes locked onto you, tracking every breath you took as if you might literally vanish into thin air if he dared to look away for a single second.

"Hello, y/n. I am Dr. Jennifer" the woman said kindly, stepping up to the mattress. "Do you know why you were brought here today?"

You frowned, looking between her and the towering man. "No."

The syllable was short and hollow. Beside the doctor, Sukuna’s entire frame stiffened. His jaw clenched so hard a muscle feathered violently beneath his tattoos, his knuckles turning white as he balled his hands into fists.

"Right. But you do remember your name?" she pressed gently.

"Yes... y/n I am Y/N." you answered firmly. You knew the name belonged to you, even if the history attached to it was completely gone.

"And do you know where you are right now?"

"A hospital?"

"Correct" Dr. Jennifer nodded, opening the document in her hands. "Look, I am going to explain exactly what happened, and I need you to listen very carefully, alright?" You gave a small, hesitant nod. "You were in a severe accident yesterday evening. You were walking home from the local market when a car veered off the road and hit you. It is a miracle you walked away with minor physical injuries, but the trauma to your head has caused a severe case of retrograde amnesia. Honestly, it's a surprise you even remember your name right now."

You let out a quiet hum, your eyes drifting down to your own hands resting on the thin blanket. That was when you noticed it a slender, platinum band set with a brilliant, flawlessly cut diamond resting securely on your left ring finger. It looked incredibly expensive, classy, and entirely foreign

So you were married.

"Y/n" Dr. Jennifer’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. You snapped your head up to look at her. "This man standing beside me... he is your husband."

The doctor tilted her head toward the giant. He was massive easily over six feet of raw, intimidating muscle, his tattooed face giving him a terrifying, dangerous aura. Your very first instinctual thought was that this man looked incredibly scary.

Sukuna didn't say a word. He just stood there, letting you analyze him, before he offered you a tiny, incredibly vulnerable nod. You tilted your head, staring into his intense red eyes, desperately searching for a single spark of familiarity. Did I really marry this giant?

"His name is Ryomen Sukuna, and he is going to take care of you" the doctor continued, closing her chart. "For the next few weeks, you need to let your brain rest, but you also need to gently stimulate it to try and regain those lost memories. Spending time in a familiar environment, in your own home with your husband, is going to be the best medicine for you."

You nodded mutely. You didn't exactly have a choice. You were being handed over to a complete stranger who happened to hold a legal claim to your entire life.

"Alright then. I wish you a safe and speedy recovery" Dr. Jennifer said with a final, empathetic smile before slipping out of the room.

The heavy silence that followed was suffocating. Sukuna cleared his throat roughly, taking a few slow, tentative steps toward the edge of your bed. He moved with an immense amount of caution, as if he genuinely believed a sudden movement might break you into pieces. He pulled up the small plastic chair, sinking into it.

"Hey" he said softly. Even in a whisper, his voice was incredibly manly, deep, and rough.

"Hello" you replied shortly, your eyes tracking his hands.

To your surprise, his large, scarred fingers were trembling slightly as he fidgeted with them, refusing to meet your eyes. When he finally looked up, you realized the piercing red of his irises was completely glossy, swimming with unshed tears.

"Yo... you're getting discharged today" he choked out, taking a deep, ragged breath as if the mere act of speaking was causing him physical pain. "I'm going to go sign the paperwork, and then I'm taking you to... our house. I'm going to do whatever the fuck it takes to help you remember, princess."

You stared at his rugged, tattooed face for a long moment before letting out a soft, distant hum.

An hour later, you were sitting in the passenger seat of a sleek, black Jeep, The man Sukuna kept his left hand firmly on the steering wheel while his eyes flicked toward you every sixty seconds, his intense gaze making a nervous flutter erupt in your stomach.

You stared out the window, watching the city buildings, sprawling neighborhoods, and vibrant green trees blur past. Intrigued by the warm breeze, you raised your hand, pressing your palm gently against the glass as if you wanted to touch the passing leaves. Instantly, the window smoothly rolled down. Startled, you turned your head to find Sukuna adjusting the master controls, his eyes locked onto you with an unreadable warmth.

"Can I ask you something-" you murmured softly.

"Yes." The answer came incredibly fast, almost desperate. He was hanging on your every word, practically begging for you to speak to him.

"How... how did we meet?" you asked, leaning your elbow on the door frame as the wind whipped through your hair.

"We met in high school" he answered quickly, navigating a sharp turn onto a quiet, "We've been married for seven years."

"High school?" You tilted your head, a faint smile touching your lips as you extended your hand just slightly out into the rushing air. "Were we friends back then?"

"Careful" he commanded firmly, though there was no real heat in his voice. You obediently pulled your hand back inside. A faint, nostalgic softness crept into his red eyes as he looked ahead. "Friends? no. You could say we didn't liked eachother each other when we first met. You thought I was a loud, arrogant mannerless jerk and I thought you were a stubborn, bossy brat."

He smoothly pulled the Jeep into a long brick driveway, coming to a stop in front of a breathtaking, modern two story house. It was painted a crisp, elegant white with sleek charcoal-grey accents, boasting massive, floor to ceiling windows that caught the afternoon sun.

"This is...our house" Sukuna murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "We've been living here for about four years."

He killed the engine, threw his door open, and practically sprinted around the hood of the car to open your door before you could even reach for the handle. He extended a massive, tattooed hand toward you, his palm open and waiting. You stared at his hand, your eyes traveling up the thick muscles of his forearm, before you deliberately stepped down onto the driveway without taking it.

Sukuna’s hand froze in mid-air. You watched his fingers slowly curl back into a fist before he pulled his arm away, a flash of pure, agonizing heartbreak crossing his features before he quickly masked it with a stoic expression.

As your feet hit the pavement, you looked up at the towering structure, desperately begging your brain to spark even a single ounce of familiarity. Nothing came. But as you turned around, you caught a glimpse of the man standing beside you. He was on the absolute verge of tears. His chest was tight, his jaw locked as he stared at you. You were his entire world, his beautiful wife, and yet you were looking at him like he was a total stranger. He suddenly felt a wave of profound hatred for every single time he had ever been mean or stubborn with you in the past, even in jest. He just wanted his girl back. His sweet innocent girl.

"The house is beautiful" you murmured gently, walking toward the porch.

'The house.' Not our house. The detached wording made Sukuna’s jaw clench painfully.

"Of course it is. I built the damn thing" he muttered, following closely behind you.

It was your exact dream house. Years ago, back when you were just broke college students dating in a cramped apartment, you had traced a clumsy design on a napkin, telling him you wanted a modern white house with endless windows, three bedrooms, and a kitchen large enough for the two of you to bake and slow-dance together while listening to old jazz records. Sukuna had kept that napkin. The moment he made his fortune, he hired a crew but did the vast majority of the heavy structural work with his own two hands. He had gifted you the keys on your third wedding anniversary, and he could still vividly remember the way you had wept tears of joy, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him until you were both breathless. He wanted that smile back. He would give anything just to have you look at him the way you used to.

You stepped inside, ignoring the heavy emotion rolling off him. Sukuna quickly gathered your small hospital bags and followed you into the foyer, shutting the door behind him.

Your eyes immediately gravitated toward the kitchen. It was vast, open, and undeniably stunning, featuring a massive quartz island and a huge sliding glass door that opened directly into a manicured backyard garden. The entire layout felt strangely perfect.

"Let me show you... around" Sukuna offered quietly.

He spent the next half hour guiding you through the corridors of what was supposed to be your life. But as he showed you the grand master bedroompointing out the side of the bed where you used to curl into his chest every single night your face remained entirely blank. You felt a twinge of heavy guilt pooling in your stomach. He showed you the living room, drawing your attention to a collection of large, breathtaking canvas paintings hanging on the walls.

"You painted those" Sukuna noted, a faint trace of pride in his rough voice. "You're a brilliant artist, princess."

You blinked in genuine surprise, looking down at your hands. "I drew these?" You were suprised, you don't even remember touching a brush in your life. But this is your new life. New start.

"Yeah." Sukuna stopped at the edge of the hallway, looking down at you with completely bloodshot eyes. He hadn't slept a single second since the hospital called him about your accident. All he wanted to do was wrap his massive arms around your waist, pull you flush against his chest, and bury his face in your hair until the nightmare ended. But he couldn't. "Look... you can sleep in the guest bedroom down the hall, or you can take our bedroom and I'll stay in the guest room. Whatever makes you feel comfortable. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable you."

"Okay" you hummed softly.

His heart broke a little more at the compliant, distant tone. "I'll go start on some dinner, and then I'll get your medication ready. If you need a single damn thing, you just call out for me, alright? Your clothes are all in the dresser, undergarments in the top drawer, pajamas in the second..."

You nodded, offering him a polite murmur of thanks before retreating into the guest room. You changed into a simple, comfortable t-shirt and sweats. A little while later, his deep voice echoed up the stairs, announcing that dinner was ready. You walked down to the dining room, sitting at the large table like a polite houseguest waiting to be served.

"Do you need help?" Sukuna asked, carefully sliding a steaming bowl of homemade chicken soup and a large spoon toward you. You shook your head, grasping the utensil and taking a quiet sip. He sat across from you, his own bowl entirely untouched as he just stared at your face. "Y/n... you really don't remember a single damn thing about me?"

His voice cracked completely on the last word, the raw vulnerability of a ruthless man exposed right in front of you. You looked up, meeting his glossy red eyes.

"No... I don't. I'm really sorry" you whispered genuinely.

He let out a slow nod, swallowing the lump in his throat as he forced himself to look away. "Don't apologize. It's not your fault."

"Do I... do I have parents? Or friends?" you asked, a sudden curiosity about your own forgotten life bubbling up.

"Yeah. You have parents. Your father—"

"Where are they?" you interrupted quickly, leaning forward. "Do they know I was in an accident? Why aren't they here?"

"They haven't spoken to you in over seven years. Not since the day you married me" Sukuna said, his tone dropping into something cold and bitter.

"Why?"

"Your family is rich as fuck. Extremely strict, arrogant aristocrats" Sukuna explained, his red eyes locking back onto yours. "They completely forbade you from seeing me because I was just a rough, tattooed bastard from the wrong side of the tracks with a criminal record and a unstable future. They told you that if you walked out that door with me, you’d be cut off permanently."

You stared at him, a sudden spark of heat flaring in your chest. "Well, that's so stupid of them. It sounds like a good thing we don't talk to them then."

The sheer, unyielding loyalty in your voice made Sukuna’s lips twitch, a genuine, heartbreaking smile threatening to break through his stoic mask. Even with a wiped memory, his sweet wife still possessed that exact same fiery, protective spirit.

"Yeah" he chuckled hoarsely, letting out a long sigh. "You have an incredible best friend named Shoko. You two are both doctors. you work in the exact same surgical unit at the city hospital. We have a ton of mutual friends we met back in our high school days. And those kids at the hospital? The pink-haired teenager is my nephew, Yuji, and the dark-haired one is Megumi, our friend's kid. They practically worship the ground you walk on, princess. You love those brats to death."

"Can I see them?" you asked, a genuine smile finally breaking across your face.

"Of course. Whenever you want." he promised, his eyes tracking the way your lips curved.

"How old are you, anyway?"

"I'm thirty two. You're thirty" Sukuna answered smoothly.

"Wow. So we're getting old," you teased gently.

Sukuna let out a sudden, rough snort, a wicked glint flashing in his eyes. "Old or not, woman... you're still completely breathtaking."

A deep, violent blush instantly stained your cheeks. You hadn't been around an attractive man or any man, for that matter in your conscious memory, and having this giant, dangerously handsome individual throw such a raw compliment at you made your heart do a chaotic somersault. You quickly looked down at your soup, missing the way his eyes softened at your reaction.

Over the next three weeks, the fragments of a life began to surround you, even if the puzzle pieces wouldn't quite lock into place.

Yuji and Megumi came over to the house constantly. Yuji spent hours enthusiastically teaching you how to make his signature protein shakes and weird jello molds, his loud laughter filling the quiet house, while Megumi sat nearby with his usual serious expression. But the moment you offered Megumi a soft, encouraging smile, his sharp features would instantly melt into something deeply tender. Yet, beneath their smiles, you could see the underlying sadness in their eyes every time you failed to remember a shared inside joke.

When Shoko finally visited, she broke down completely, throwing her arms around your neck and sobbing into your shoulder. It was a bizarre maybe stupid too, overwhelming feeling being fiercely loved by people you couldn't even remember and a heavy weight of guilt began to settle deep in your chest. You even met Toji, Megumi's father, a tall, stoic man who didn't say much but looked at you with a quiet, profound pity that made you realize just how broken your situation truly was.

And then, there was Sukuna.

Your husband spent every single day patiently guiding you through your routines, driving you past your old university, cooking your favorite meals, and trying every gentle trigger possible. But your mind remained a stubborn, locked vault. Sukuna was growing desperate furious and completely fucked up by the stagnation.

To make matters worse, just one week before the accident, you had playfully taken down every single one of your framed marriage photographs to rearrange the living room gallery wall, hiding them away in a "genius spot" that Sukuna had completely forgotten more like you didn't even told him. He had spent hours frantically tearing the house apart while you were out, searching for a single modern photo of the two of you together.

He was completely unraveling. He couldn't sleep. The woman he loved was sleeping in the room next to him, yet she looked at him with the polite, distant eyes of a stranger. He felt like a ghost haunting his own home. One evening, he sat alone in the dark kitchen and wept the third time he had ever cried in his entire life. The first had been tears of pure joy on your wedding day when he saw you walking the aisle. the second had been out of terror when the ER doctor told him a car had struck you. and now, he was crying simply because he missed his wife so damn much

His phone offered no help either. his gallery was filled entirely with candid photos he had taken of you you stepping out of the shower with a towel wrapped around your head, you laughing in a department store dressing room, or a hilarious picture of you biting into a raw lemon and making a completely disgusted face. He had no photos of the two of you together on his device, you had always been the one insisted on keeping the physical, printed albums. The only joint photos he could find were a few faded, wrinkled prints from your high school days, showing a younger, wilder version of himself wrapping his arms around you from behind while you laughed into the camera. When he showed them to you, you just stared at them blankly. It was killing him.

At the end of the third week, Sukuna was sitting heavily on the living room sofa, completely exhausted after another failed search through the house. He was mindlessly scrolling through the candid photos of you on his phone, a faint, melancholy smile touching his lips. His fingers traced your face on the photo, your bright smile. your bubbly laughter at his most unfunniset jokes, now all of that are vanished.

The heavy front door clicked open. Shoko had taken you out for an afternoon of shopping to get you out of the house, and she had just dropped you off at the curb. You stepped into the foyer, balancing several shopping bags in your arms.

Sukuna instantly locked his phone, shoving it into his pocket as he stood up, his red eyes drinking in the sight of you. "Had fun, princess?"

"Yes, I did. And thank you... for letting me use your credit card" you said softly, walking over to the coffee table and gently sliding the black card back toward him.

"You bought dresses?" he asked, pointing toward the bags. Honestly, he didn't give a single fuck about the money. you could have emptied his entire bank account and he would have gladly signed it away just to see you happy.

"I bought a few things..." You cleared your throat nervously, your fingers twisting together. "But... I actually bought something for you, too."

The words hit his chest like a physical blow. Even with her mind completely wiped, your beautiful, kind soul was still looking out for him. "Really?" he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Can I see it?"

You gave a small nod, walking over to the couch and tentatively sitting down right next to him. The close proximity made his heart start to hammer against his ribs like a trapped bird.

"I don't know if it's really your style, or if you'll even like it..." you mumbled bashfully, reaching into a small velvet pouch and pulling out a heavy, intricately braided silver bracelet studded with raw, brilliant red stones. "The color... it just immediately reminded me of you. Of your eyes."

You gently reached out, grasping his massive, calloused wrist to drape the metal over his skin. Oh God, if you only knew how fast his heart was racing beneath his chest. Your soft, warm fingers lingering against his pulse point was pure, exquisite torture.

"It looks incredible, Y/n. Thank you." he whispered, a genuine, breathtakingly soft smile spreading across his tattooed face as he looked down at the crimson stones.

"Thank you... for being so incredibly patient with me" you said quietly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

Sukuna let out a long, ragged sigh, his hand hovering over yours for a fraction of a second before he pulled back. "I will always be patient with you, princess. Always."

You looked directly into his burning red eyes, and for the first time in three weeks, a warm, genuine smile broke across your face. Sukuna felt his breath hitch. he was entirely certain he was about to pass out from the sheer weight of his love for you.

"Can you stay right here for a bit? I need to go jump in the shower real quick. I'll be fast" he muttered hoarsely, his hand instinctively reaching out to gently ruffle your hair a comforting, domestic habit he had carefully maintained. You let out a soft chuckle at the gesture.

The moment his heavy footsteps disappeared up the stairs and the sound of running water echoed through the pipes, you stood up, wandering aimlessly around the quiet main floor. Your feet pulled you toward the small, cozy library nestled just off the living room. The walls were lined with hundreds of books some ancient leather volumes, others modern art textbooks. You pulled one off the shelf, flipping through the pages before sliding it back into place.

As you stepped back, your eyes caught a glimpse of something hidden on the absolute highest shelf, shoved far back into the shadows near the ceiling. It looked like a massive, heavy frame leaning flat against the back wall, obscured by a decorative ceramic vase. Intrigued, you stood on your tiptoes, stretching your arms up as high as they could go, blindly reaching for the top edge of the wooden frame.

Your fingers caught the molding, but as you pulled, the heavy ceramic vase shifted, losing its balance.

Crash!

The vase shattered against the hardwood floor with a deafening, echoing smash. Startled, you let out a sharp cry, stumbling backward as the massive hidden frame came tumbling down from the top shelf, striking the edge of the desk before landing flat on the rug. The backing of the frame split completely open upon impact, and a massive cascade of loose, glossy photographs erupted across the floor hundreds of them, scattering like playing cards across the room.

You gasped, placing a hand over your racing heart as you looked away from the broken pottery, your eyes drifting down to the sea of images covering the floor.

You froze.

Right at your feet lay a massive, professionally printed portrait. In the photograph, you were sitting securely on Sukuna's lap. You were wearing a breathtaking, flowing white lace wedding dress, holding a vibrant bouquet of sunflowers, and laughing so brightly your eyes were crinkled shut. Sukuna was clad in a sharp, tailored black tuxedo, his massive arms wrapped fiercely around your waist from behind, an absolutely massive, unbothered, triumphant grin plastered across his face.

Your breath hitched violently. You stumbled forward, falling to your knees as your hands frantically snatched up another photo from the pile. In this one, you were hoisted high up on Sukuna's broad shoulders at a crowded, flashing outdoor music festival; your mouth was wide open in a breathless scream of laughter, while his large hands were clamped firmly around your thighs to keep you safe, both of your faces painted with pure, unadulterated euphoria.

You grabbed a third photo, and the entire world stopped spinning. It was a quiet, intimate shot taken right in the backyard garden outside. You were sitting cross-legged on the green grass, wearing a simple summer dress with a soft, shy smile, while Sukuna’s heavy head was resting completely in your lap. He was looking up at you with an expression of such pure, unconditional adoration it made your soul ache, while your fingers were woven gently through his soft pink hair.

Pink hair.

The backyard.

The jazz music.

The napkin.

A sudden, violent explosion of memories ripped through the barriers of your mind. It wasn't a trickle; it was a catastrophic, roaring tidal wave. Seven years of laughter, fierce arguments, passionate late-night apologies, the smell of his skin, the exact weight of his body pressing you into the master mattress, the sound of his deep voice whispering "I've got you, princess" into the dark. It all hit your brain at once with the force of a freight train.

The sheer, overwhelming velocity of the memories made the room spin violently. Your vision blurred into a vortex of white light and crimson eyes. You let out a choked gasp, your strength entirely giving out as your body collapsed sideways onto the hardwood floor with a loud, heavy thud, the scattered photographs of your life pooling around your unconscious form.

When you finally opened your eyes again, the harsh glare of the ceiling lights was gone, replaced by the warm, dim ambiance of the living room. You were laying flat on the soft fabric of the sofa.

"She's waking up! Sukuna, look, her eyes are moving!" Yuji’s panicked, loud voice cut through the quiet room.

You blinked heavily, your vision slowly focusing. Megumi was standing right beside his cousin, his dark eyes wide and completely swimming with anxiety. Shoko was hovering over you, a small medical flashlight in her hand, her face pale as she checked your vitals.

But your heart didn't care about any of them. Your eyes frantically scanned the tight circle of people, instantly landing on the massive, tattooed man standing frozen at the foot of the couch. His pastel pink hair was damp from the shower, his chest heaving under a plain black t-shirt, and his face was a mask of pure, absolute terror.

As your eyes met his, a single, heavy tear spilled over your eyelid, tracing a hot path down your cheek. The vast, terrifying void in your mind was completely gone, replaced by the roaring, beautiful fire of your reality.

"Ryo..." you choked out, your voice a broken, breathless sob.

Sukuna froze, his entire frame visibly violently shuddering at the sound of the nickname the private, intimate name only you were ever allowed to call him.

Before anyone else could even blink, you threw yourself forward off the sofa cushions, completely ignoring the dull ache in your muscles. You lunged straight into his space, your arms wrapping fiercely around his massive neck. You buried your face in the crook of his collarbone, gripping the fabric of his shirt with a desperate, white-knuckled intensity as you pressed a hard, crying kiss directly against his tattooed jaw.

"I remember... us" you sobbed violently into his skin, your entire body trembling as the tears flowed freely. "I remember everything, Ryo... I remember you."

Sukuna’s mind completely blanked. For a single, breathless second, he couldn't even process the words. And then, a raw, ragged sound escaped his throat a mixture of a sob and a laugh. His massive, powerful arms came crashing down around your frame, pulling you so close against his chest you could barely breathe, lifting your knees entirely off the floor as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

And there, in the middle of his living room, surrounded by his family and the scattered photographs of your love, Ryomen Sukuna closed his eyes and wept for the fourth time in his life.

"I fucking love you" he whispers

Things also got heated every once in a while, as I mentioned, Suguru loves sending you pics. Especially when she’s horny and you’re offline, she films herself palming her cock or arching her back to give you the hottest angle of her ass. She also knows how much you adore her boobs, fake or not, so she makes sure to send videos playing with them covered in her own cum. 

This night you were needier than ever, it’s been a few days since you and Suguru had fun like that, you were on your period and didn’t feel hot enough to facetime. But now? Now you are soaked and waiting for Suguru to get rid of her pants while she does a whole show for you in front of the camera. She’s wearing a set of baby blue lingerie that she was telling you about earlier that day, hugging her boobs perfectly and straining her rock hard cock. You were naked in your bed, playing with your tits as Suguru only makes you wetter and wetter. 

“You look gorgeous, baby,” you praise her, your hips bucking up with need. Your fingers glide over your soaked pussy, circling your clit as you watch her. “Look how hard you are for me, I miss your cock so fucking much.”

Suguru smirks at the camera, wrapping her pretty fingers around the base and giving herself one slow stroke. “Yeah? Tell me how much you missed it, princess.”

You whimper, pushing two fingers inside yourself, imagining it’s her stretching you open instead. “I miss it every night. I touch myself thinking about how you fill me up so perfectly. Nothing feels like you, Sugu. I need your cock so bad it hurts.”

She lets out a soft laugh that turns into a low groan as she starts stroking herself properly, putting on a show just for you. She angles the phone so you get the full view, her hand sliding up and down that beautiful length, thumb rubbing over the leaking tip, spreading her precum all over. Her other hand pushes up her bra, letting her tits spill out, full and perfect.

“Like this?” she asks, voice husky. She squeezes one of her breasts while she jerks off, rolling her nipple between her fingers exactly how you like to do it when you’re together.

“Yes… f-fuck yes,” you gasp, pumping your fingers faster. Your hips keep bucking up into your hand, chasing that feeling. “You’re so hot, baby. I love watching you play with yourself. I want your cock in my mouth. I want to choke on it while you fuck my throat.”

Suguru’s breathing gets heavier. She leans back against her headboard, spreading her legs wider so you can see everything. Her strokes get a little quicker, the wet sound of her hand moving on her slick cock coming through the speakers and driving you crazy.

“Keep talking like nghh that and I’m gonna cum too fast,” she warns, but she doesn’t stop. Her eyes stay locked on you through the screen, watching how desperately you’re fingering yourself.

“I don’t care, I want to see it,” you breathe out, pinching your clit and moaning loud. “I miss the way your cock throbs when you’re close. I miss how much cum you give me… you always fill me up until it’s leaking out. P-please, Sugu, show me more.”

She bites her lip, clearly turned on by your praises, and gives you exactly what you want. She angles the camera closer, letting you watch every twitch of her cock as she jerks herself off for you. Her tits bounce softly with the movement, she keeps playing with them, knowing how weak it makes you.

You’re soaked, fingers moving faster, eyes never leaving the screen. “Mmm I wish you were here right now, pushing it deep inside me. I’d let you fuck me hah however you want.”

Suguru groans your name, her hand speeding up. “Soon, baby. I’ll come see you soon and give this cock to you properly.”

You nod desperately, already so close, lost in the sight of her putting on the hottest show just for you.

After that night, things went back to your usual rhythm. Sweet morning texts from her classroom, filthy pictures when she got home, late calls where she’d tease you until you were a mess again. You had no idea she was planning something. Almost a month later, a package showed up at your door, just a simple black box with a note taped on top in her elegant handwriting: “For when you miss me too much. Use it and send me a video tonight. I want to see everything.”

Your heart raced as you opened it. Inside, nestled in soft black fabric, was a perfect replica of her cock. Thick, long, with the same slight upward curve and even the vein details you loved running your tongue over. The color matched her flushed skin tone exactly. A little card next to it said “Made from the real thing. All for you, princess.”

You felt your face burn hot. She really got a custom dildo molded from her own dick and sent it across the ocean like it was nothing.

Later that night, you set your phone up on the tripod, heart pounding. You were already naked, kneeling on your bed with the lights dimmed low. Suguru had called you right on time, her face filling the screen as she lounged on her couch back in Japan.

“Show me, baby,” she said softly, a little smirk playing on her lips. “I want to watch you fuck yourself with my cock.”

You whined, covering your face with both hands for a second. “Sugu… this is so embarrassing. I can’t believe you did this.”

She laughed. “I thought you’d like it. Don’t be shy now, I’ve seen you cum for me plenty of times. Let me see how pretty you look riding it.”

You were super flustered, cheeks burning as you picked up the dildo. It felt heavy and warm in your hand, almost like the real thing. “It’s… it looks exactly like you,” you mumbled, voice turning whiny. 

You positioned it between your legs, rubbing the thick head against your soaked folds. An embarrassed whimper slipped out as you pushed the tip in. “Ah! It’s sooo big, just like you.”

Suguru’s eyes darkened on the screen. “Go slow for me. Let me hear those pretty sounds.”

You kept going, sinking down inch by inch, your mouth falling open in a needy moan. “Sugu… fuck. It feels so good but it’s not warm like you. I want your real cock,” you whined, hips rocking as you took more of it. Your voice cracked a little, all shy and desperate. “I feel so full mmmm.”

You started moving faster, one hand bracing on the bed while the other held the base of the dildo so you could fuck yourself deeper. Your tits bounced with every thrust and you couldn’t stop the whiny little gasps and moans spilling out.

“Does it feel good, princess?” Suguru asked, already palming herself.

“Sooo good…” you admitted, face burning as you looked straight at the camera. “I c-can’t believe I’m doing this, Suguuuuaah!” You hit the perfect spot inside you, body trembling as you kept riding it with faster thrusts.

She chuckled. “You look fucking adorable like this, baby. Are you gonna cum fast?"

You nodded frantically, riding it harder, the wet sounds filling your room. “Y-yeah.”

Your whines got louder and needier as you chased your orgasm, completely lost in the feeling while Suguru watched every second with hungry eyes.

a/n: i don't like the ending but i got lazy mmmm

You’re loosely straddling her, thighs parted around her lap as gravity takes it’s course to allow you to slip your tongue into her mouth. She’s pleasantly surprised, and the moan she lets out is enough to tell you; soft puffs of breath get caught between thirsty nips of your teeth.

Shoko kisses back, lips plump and a little stained from the wine as she sits up and looks at you expectantly. You lie one last kiss to her beauty mark then adjust yourself how she wants- how you know she wants, after so many reruns of this same routine. And yet, you never get bored.

You couldn’t get bored- it’d be impossible, when she lifts up her thigh between your spreads legs and grabs your hips to drag you forwards. A gasp slips out instantly as your clit presses to her smooth skin beneath the loungewear she’s sporting, floaty shorts that are probably yours anyway.

“You can do it.” She murmurs against your earlobe, trailing her hand from your hip to pull your bottom lip down. You’re already dazed as she touches you, messily rocking your cunt back and forth.

“That’s…” you breathe, head tipping forwards into her neck, “that feels nice.”

She laughs and the breath ruffles your skin, goosebumps springing up. “Mmm, I can tell.”

It doesn’t take a genius to know she’s referring to the damp spot on your panties, slick pooling frustratedly in the gusset as you fight for friction on her leg. It’s a good thing too, because you’re already dizzy from the wine and her touch isn’t helping.

Your girlfriend’s hands slide from your hips- they’re moving on their own now, bucking desperately- to pull your shirt away and toss it to the side. She grins, eyes heavy but no less reverent, as she lowers her mouth to kiss across the newly exposed flesh.

Your tits are spilling prettily from the bra cupping them, chest heaving as your hips stutter along her thigh. “Oh, fuck, Sho-“ you mewl, gripping her scalp when she wraps her lips around your nipple and tugs down the undergarment.

Maybe it’s her teeth on your skin or the way she lifts her thigh up to rub against your soaked skin. Maybe it’s the wine simmering in your bloodstream and the fuzziness of your eyesight. Maybe it’s the fact you’ve been worked up since she uncorked the bottle with dexterous fingers and your mind drifted to them inside you.

“Ohmygod-“

Whatever it is, it makes your back curl outwards and shove your tits closer into her chest as the seam of your underwear catches justttt right and you cum on her thigh, legs shaking and your cheeks brightened.

“There you go.” She says lowly, proudly, pressing a final kiss to your marked-up tits and collarbone before drawing back to gently thumb your face; the action draws you back into consciousness, control of your own body, and you lean forwards to connect your tongue with hers.

It’s messy, to say the least. You’re still shaky and uncoordinated from your orgasm, aftershocks buzzing through you when she pinches at your nipple briefly; your whole body shudders, but her mouth coaxes you back to reality as you pull apart for air and gaze at her.

She’s so pretty. Her lashes are dark around her honeyed eyes, dusted with desire and adoration as her hands hold you. Shoko’s hair is mussed from your fingers, soft brown tangling around your palms as you gently lift her shirt away, too.

You giggle against her mouth. “Lie back.”

Her lips curl against yours. “Why should I?” She’s joking- her elbows are already turning, lowering her back against the comfy couch cushions as your fingers twist into the waistband of her shorts and gently shimmy them down her slender legs.

A trail of kisses is planted along her skin first, adoration bottled up in every slide of your mouth against her; her calves, thighs, hips- nowhere is exempt, and you can tell it’s working her up by the way she sighs and tangles her fingers in your hair.

“Don’t tease.” She mutters, although her voice is already strained. You smile, press one final kiss to her inner thigh, and clamp your mouth between her thighs. She moans breathily, and the sound makes you gasp into her in a cycle that only serves to make Shoko tremble above you.

Usually, she’s quiet anyway. But then it’s calculated silence, more like she’s deciding if the speech is worth her time or not- however, what you do to her is beyond the words she wouldn’t be able to choke out if she tried.

“Shit.” She breathes, rubbing soothing little circles on your scalp with her nails as you lick through the dampness flooding her skin. You’re enjoying this, having her collapse above you when your lips enclose around her clit and suck just a little on the right side of harsh.

“Sho…” you moan, pulling back enough to slide in two of your fingers, “you’re so pretty right now.”

Her hips buck upwards involuntarily, searching for the beautiful friction of your fingerpads against her insides; you twist and crook them in the way you know she likes, tongue carding across her clit, and the noise she makes is rewarding- to say the least.

It’s high and shattered, choked out between moans breathier than any others you’ve heard so far, mixed somehow with a little whisper of your name as you gaze up into her eyes.

You pull back, lips glossy with her until you swipe it away with your tongue. You’re as dazed as she is, body soft and naked above her as Shoko grips you up to rest on her skin. “Love you.” She murmurs quietly, legs tangling with yours on the couch as cushions fall ignored to the floor.

“Mm.” You agree lazily, kissing absentmindedly across her face. “Love you too, Sho. Have for a while.”

She laughs, tracing the curve of your back. “You didn’t finish your wine.”

You’re sitting back on your haunches to grab the bottle and refill your glass when you realise Shoko’s still staring at you. Her eyes are tracing the nakedness of your body, over the way your tits are marked up and your panties are nowhere to be seen- but she isn’t exactly doing it lustfully.

Of course, that makes up a little part of her obvious reverence- but it’s more the fact it’s you. That you’re both here like this, comfortable enough to fuck each other to orgasm and then go back to drinking wine, naked- like nothing happened.

She reaches for her glass and smiles around the rim.

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But when Kusakabe asked him to defeat some sketchy curse by the Shinjuku train station, and got hit by a type of aphrodisiac pollen that radiated from said curse, he just had to ask you for help. You lived near and maybe… just maybe..? You were definitely smarter than him, but for old time’s sake?

He knows he shouldn't expect you to say yes, to help him. Because look at the state of your marriage—or rather former marriage. The two of you led stressful lives as attorneys, with Hiromi being a criminal defense attorney and yourself being legal counsel for a major bank downtown. However, even despite being together for years and being friends with each other for longer, time only made the two of you distant.

And before he knew it, he found himself in court for himself, signing away his marriage and you. Then came the case with Oe, his sudden Jujutsu abilities and the Culling Games, and now?

He didn’t realize how much he missed you—fucking needed you—until he was in the face of one of the—if not, the, most terrifying sorcerer of all time.

But one thing’s for sure: Hiromi was surely out of his goddamn mind the moment his body moved and made a beeline to your apartment. He still loves you. He still wants to wake up to see you every morning… He misses you so much and regrets how much he wasn’t selfish for once and lost you because of it.

Now here he was, utterly intoxicated from the aphrodisiac ability the curse had, and minutes away from rutting into the damn couch.

You held him by the arm of his blazer, and sat him down in your couch. Hiromi’s eyes traveled all over your body; you wore some loungewear, an oversized shirt he’s pretty sure was his, with no bra, and realllll pretty shorts that make your thighs look so good. Your hair and skin were damp, and you smelled fucking divine.

Was that the vanilla he liked? The nice vanilla body oil you’d lather on your perfect smooth skin every night before bed, the same oil he could get drunk off of every time the two of you slept together.

God, and your tits? Your cute breasts bouncing with every step you took and your nipples protruding from the cotton of your shirt. It took everything in him not to pounce on you, despite being a 36-year-old man with a job, responsibilities, and such. But he sure as hell missed laying his head on your chest when he finished a long day of work.

Was it the pollen that was making him act this way? Potentially. He’s not one to be that much of a pervert.

But fuck, you looked ravishing… and Hiromi felt like a horny college boy again. It was damn embarrassing but you’re the only person who’d be the most understanding… considering his current circumstance.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine…”

You narrowed your eyes and tapped your foot on the floor. Your apartment was dim—lit by the eco-friendly lamps you got accustomed to using since Hiromi was enthusiastic about eco-conscious appliances. You felt your face go hot—embarrassed and nervous. So much so that you felt your heartbeat fasten.

“How’s work?” You winced, wondering if it was really valid to ask about that considering Hiromi looked absolutely ruined.

“Fine. How’s life? How’s Mochi?” Mochi was the cat you both raised until you gained custody of said cat.

You exhaled sharply. “She’s fine…I’m fine. She's being watched by a friend of mine today.”

It was silent between the both of you before the two of you decided to suddenly speak. To cut the suffocating silence before you could impulsively kick him out for invading your ‘me-time’.

“What’s going on?” “W-Were you doing anything?”

Fuck.

Your eyebrows pinched together and your lips pursed. “What? Hiromi?”

He hummed, breath shaky. “I’m—hahh—just curious. You looked like you were potentially busy lounging around considering—" He eyed your body and nodded, blinking furiously.

It felt awkward; the tension could be cut with a damn chainsaw from how loud the silence between the two of you was, so to speak. It was heavy, and it was killing you.

Before, you’d have conversations for hours stemming from the most mundane things and now you can’t even acknowledge the fact that your ex-husband looks out of his goddamn mind and has an evident tent in his slacks that’s practically arousing your interest (no pun intended).

“Are you saying that ‘cause of my clothes..?” You paused, glancing at him, whose eyes were stuck on your breasts. “Or something else?”

You weren’t one to have your eyes linger but Jesus—Hiromi’s fucking bulge couldn’t be more damn obvious. His hands were fidgety and he was biting his lower lip. Not to mention, his presence felt stronger than when you last saw him a few months ago for your alimony court hearing.

“Look…I—”

You grimaced. “Hiro, I’m worried. You come into my apartment at random; you look fucking insane right now, and not to mention… You seem to have a bit of a problem. What the hell is going on with you? Is everything okay?”

His breathing was labored and he looked pathetic. Like he was injured... or rather, aroused.

"Be honest with me!"

Hiromi blinked rapidly. He couldn’t lie to you…not now. He’s already in deep enough shit with you considering you’re divorced in the first place.

“I—I’m fine…” He mentally smacked himself…Why—How could he lie to you?

“You’re full of shit, Hiromi.”

So he decided to pivot. Hiromi remembers how in the early years of your relationship, you poked fun at your superstitious grandmother’s tales of ‘Jujutsu sorcerers’… unaware that he’d become one over 15 years later.

“S-So you k-know how…that urban legend? Jujutsu?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “Yeah, my grandmother would talk about it all the time… What about it?”

Hiromi leaned against the couch and sighed. “I—uh… Long story short, some Jujutsu curse affected me. I—"

"You're...sure?" He looked up at your expression, all serious. You believed him..? You seriously did?

“Can’t you—uh—reverse curse it? Or something—I forgot what the old lady said…”

He shook his head—voice all shaky, which practically sent you over the edge to see your stern, enigmatic ex-husband of several years on the point of breaking down over a simple little curse. “No…trust me, I’ve tried…”

Hiromi suddenly leaned towards you, with what appeared to be tears in his eyes on the borderline of slipping down his eyes. "Please...Y/N. I have no one else to fucking t-tell...Please... I—"

He looked away as if he was embarrassed.

You stared at him blankly, lips pressed to a fine line and crossed your legs. "What type of curse do you think it was?"

"An aphrodisiac one of sorts...F-Fuck...please, I need your help, Y/N. I know we're on not so good terms.”

Hiromi felt fucking pathetic—his voice just cracked in front of you and he felt like a hot, horny, stupid mess… So much for wanting to win you back. “I can’t do it if it’s not with you…”

You stayed quiet for a moment and looked away, like you were contemplating.

“Okay.”

"I'll help you," you said, standing up. You held his clammy hand as he stood up from the couch, walking with you to your bedroom where you suddenly pushed him on the mattress and stood facing the wall.

"Now strip."

Hiromi’s known you since the two of you were in high school. He knows how you bite your lip when you’re embarrassed and twiddle your fingers when you’re shy…and you were doing just that.

"Really? You're really h-helping me?"

You exhaled, sighing deeply. "They do say time makes the heart grow fonder..."

"Rea-"

"Hiro, just do what I asked you to do, yeah? Don't push it."

Hiromi took off his shirt, unbuckled his pants and slid them down. His eyes followed you as you crawled onto the bed, eyeing his rock-hard cock that laid above his tummy, already leaking pre-cum.

“Jesus Christ… You weren’t kidding.” You hummed, looking a bit too amused at your husband’s current state. You planted your knees on each side of his thighs and stroked his cock, all stiff and twitching in your hand.

You glanced at his upper torso and your eyes widened; he no longer had that soft body you liked—slightly plush tummy and firm arms with a little extra fat, no… Hiromi was lean now, like he was actively working out. Your chest tightened; was he trying to look good for another bitch?

You began licking the sides of his cock, tracing his veins with your tongue as you licked it like a lolly if the lolly was running out of flavor.

"Ohhh—hahhh…Fuckkkkkk…” He breathed out, composure all disheveled.

You had forgotten how much you missed your husband’s pretty cock; all nice and large, veiny, and certainly girthy. So much so, you could feel your panties getting wet at the memory of how well he stretched you out every time you two had sex (which before your divorce and rough patch, was very frequent).

Your tongue swirled around his weeping shaft while your hand worked at the base of his cock, stroking it. The taste of his salty-sweet cum in your mouth made you feel almost needy for more as you took him whole. Your thighs tightened around his legs, and you could feel your cunt practically throb in anticipation.

Tears began brimming at your eyes as you looked up at him, eyes closed and lips parted as he kept letting out quiet groans at the feeling of you suctioning around his cock. Hiromi’s breathing became more jagged and his forehead gleamed with sweat already, a string of curses leaving his lips. 

“Mmm…shit…” He squeezed his eyes shut as your tongue teased his cock slightly, giving him butterfly kisses until you took him whole again.

You slurped on his cock further, as Hiromi’s hands gripped on your hair as you did so, his voice cracking with every whine, and you’ve never felt more aroused. His cock twitched, with his creamy load splurting in your mouth.

You wiped the corners of your lips and swallowed.

“Please—Y/N, fuck me...”

Your widened doe eyes looked up at him, still on your knees. Hiromi blinked, lips pursed, and face all flushed. He was clearly embarrassed at his sheer state of depravity and desperation, and lack of composure and decorum. You lifted yourself up, where you were chest to chest with him, and grabbed his cock from the small space between the two of you.

You stroked him slowly, giving it a few pumps given the fact he got hard as soon as he came in your mouth. Your hips bucked up as you aligned the tip of his cock to your puffy, wet slit, your cunt gleaming from your arousal, and with your panties to the side.

“Just a moment, sweetheart,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck as you slowly adjusted yourself.

You moved your hips to side to side and shifted your weight on your knees as you went up and down his cock.

"Hahhhh, fuckkkk..." You could feel every pulsating vein and how lengthy yet filling his cock was in your pussy. You missed him...you missed his dick.

“Move. Fuck me. Please.” You said it in such a manner that your voice cracks and whiny tone almost unlocked something in him. His slow touches on your ass became rougher, with more weight and force.

Hiromi's hips went at a damn near animalistic pace, rutting into you with vigor as his hands maneuvered your ass up and down on his dick. The pitter-patter sound of your soaked thighs meeting his echoed through the bedroom loudly, and that alone made you whine, feeling the sticky and hot skin with every move of the hips.

It felt almost nostalgic that you could cry—sheer memory or the fact you're taking him now, take your pick.

"God...You're so fucking tight, my beautiful girl..." He breathed out, slapping your ass and holding the plush fat in his palm.

“Nghhh—Oh my Godddd—Fuckkkk-!” You whined, scratching at his tan-toned biceps; they were so defined, strong. Your face was buried in the crook of his neck as you felt him pant against your warm skin.

Hiromi had pressed your body closer to his, your perky breasts against his toned chest while he fucked you with such vigor, it made your head spin.

“Don’t stop, please. Please, baby,” he groaned, the raspy sound of his voice leaving you with butterflies in your stomach and your pussy fluttering around his cock.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck—Y/N…” He closed his eyes and held you tighter, the sensation of him emptying his load only had you squeezing your eyes shut and knees bucking against his sides.

“I missed you… so damn much.”

That tight feeling in your lower tummy felt as if it released, a warm buzzing feeling washing over your body.

“Hahhh—nghhh—H-Hiro—! Mmmmm…” You threw your head back, your hips moving in a figure-8 motion before gasping.

Hiromi lifted you from your waist, wrapping his surprisingly strong arms around your waist and turning you around so that your back met his chest (his also surprisingly lean chest…).

“Look at yourself, all beautiful…” He sounded like he was damn intoxicated, a stupid smile on his face while he looked at your appearance in the mirror before the two of you, facing the bed.

You looked a mess; your hair was a mess and a sleek sheen of sweat covered your body. Your lips were swollen and your cunt was glazed with your mixed arousals.

"Oh my fucking—!" You cried out, with Hiromi slamming you on his cock over and over torturously fast.

“Unghh—Fuuuckk…” Hiromi rolled his hips, the sound of his load sloshing inside your cunt becoming noticeable. You threw your head back into his shoulder and winced at the pace he took.

“Why the hell did we even divorce…?” He huffed, lifting your hips further. His gaze was glued onto the mirror—observing the faces of pleasure you were making and the way your eyes rolled every time his tip kissed your cute little cervix so nicely.

You choked, hips rolling and maw slack. He really hit all those deliciously pleasurable spots that made you cry. You chanted Hiromi’s name as if it was a prayer, feeling your cunt twitch against his cock and your skin becoming feverish and slippery the more you moved yourself on him. His wet thrusts became sloppier—more erotic. A scream escaping your lips as your arousal gushed out around his cock as ropes of his cum filled you after, again.

“Hnghh—I—hic!—don’t fucking know!” Your brain was fucking scrambled from how deep his thick cock was pistoning in you, still.

Hiromi panted against your skin, slowly lifting you. “I think the pollen effect wore off so—"

And before he could even pull back, you squeezed his arm and attempted to get closer to him.

You turned your head, catching your own breath and making eye contact with his own crazed look.

“How—hahhh—about 1 more time? Yeah? Old times' sake."

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he’d slide his fingers into you and feel how tight you were. he’d mouth at your pussy for hours, just to hear you beg. he’d grind against you while you whined in his lap, soaking through both your clothes, whispering “please, toji, i want it—” and all he could do was kiss you and tell you “later, baby. next time. not tonight.”

but then came tonight.

tonight, you’re spread out on his bed, naked and flushed, eyes watery and lips swollen from how hard he’s been kissing you. his head’s between your legs again, of course it is, tongue buried in your soaked pussy, fingers gripping your thighs while he groans like you’re the one giving him head.

he’s addicted to it. to you.

you cum once on his tongue. then again, slower, whimpering his name in an endless loop. he doesn’t stop, not even when your thighs shake. just keeps licking, worshipping, devouring like he’s starving and you’re the last fucking meal on earth.

and when you finally tug his hair, trembling, and whisper, “toji, please, i want you inside—” he freezes.

his mouth is wet with your slick. his eyes are wild.

“baby,” he murmurs, voice wrecked, “you don’t get it. i could hurt you.”

“i trust you,” you say.

“i’m serious.” he kisses your knee, your inner thigh, soft and trembling. “you’re so small. fuck- it’s not gonna fit—”

you look at him, soft and breathless, and say the one thing that breaks him completely; “but i want you to try.”

and that’s all it takes.

toji kisses you passionately. slow and deep. tongue in your mouth, one big hand cupping your jaw while the other strokes between your legs again, spreading the slick around like he’s prepping you for war.

“tell me if it’s too much,” he rasps. “tell me to stop. i mean it.”

you nod.

he lines up, breath shaky, cock thick and twitching in his hand— and fuck, he wasn’t exaggerating. he’s huge. long, veiny, curved just right, flushed dark at the tip, and already leaking like he’s about to lose his mind.

and when he pushes in, just the head, you both gasp involuntarily.

it’s tight. so fucking tight he almost blacks out.

you clutch at him, nails digging into his shoulders, legs shaking as he goes slow. agonizingly, sweetly slow. inch by inch, letting you stretch around him, stopping to kiss your neck and whisper, “you’re doing so good for me, baby… fuck, you feel like heaven…”

and once he’s fully inside, when your hips finally meet and your eyes flutter open, dazed and teary— he stays there. just stays, cock buried deep, not even moving. “can’t,” he breathes, “gimme a second- fuck- you’re squeezin’ me so tight—”

you both lay there, pressed together, hearts pounding. you feel full. stretched in a way that makes your toes curl. but it doesn’t hurt. not like you thought it would. it’s overwhelming. thick, hot, but good.

you nod up at him. whisper, “move, toji. please.”

and when he does— when he pulls out halfway, then thrusts back in slow and deep— your whole body arches off the bed.

and that’s when he really loses it.

because you’re moaning. loud. like you’ve needed this. like you’ve been aching for him for weeks. you’re clenching around him, pulling him in, crying “yes, toji, fuck, more—!”

and he gives it to you.

all of it.

no holding back now.

he growls your name like it’s a curse and fucks you hard, fast, deep, slamming into your sweet spot with every thrust, hands gripping your waist as if he’s scared you might float away if he lets go.

“this what you wanted, baby?” he pants, breath hot against your ear. “wanted me to stretch this tiny pussy out? make it mine?”

you sob. nod. “yesyes, please, i needed it!”

“you’re takin’ it so good,” he growls, “knew you could. fuck, i love you—”

your eyes go wide. your breath catches.

but then he says it again.

“I love you. I fucking love you.”

and then you cum. hard. stars behind your eyes. body spasming. and toji follows with a moan so deep, it vibrates in your chest, spilling inside you as his hips jerk and his cock pulses.

he stays buried in you. kisses your neck. strokes your cheek. whispers, “you okay, baby?”

you nod, dazed. smiling.

“…still think it’s too big?”

“mmh,” you giggle, squeezing around him, “i think you just needed to put it to good use.”

he groans. “you’re gonna kill me.”

“you love it.”

he kisses you again.

and yeah. he really, really does.

"You…wanna help me with my porn? By fucking me on camera?" you carefully ask, making sure that you're not hallucinating or you didn't mishear her.

Your man's twin sibling rolls her blue eyes at you as if what you just said was so utterly stupid. "No, ya dummy! Weren’t you even listenin’ to me? I said I’d record your video for your horn-dog fans since my stupid ass brother won’t."

She stands over you with her iPhone while you sit on her bed covered in a hot pink comforter, very confused and very naked under your pink robe. "You're gonna help me record...with that?" You point at the very thick 9 1/2-inch dildo sitting at the foot of the bed.

She nods, grinning those perfectly white teeth at you, like this plan isn't totally fucking insane. "Yeah! Don’t worry, I’ll just act like I'm fucking you and never go inside…without your permission. If ya want me to fuck you with it, I can—"

"No, no, are you crazy?!" you scoff, tightening the rope around your body. "That’s called cheating, Suki ! I’m dating your twin brother!"

Suki Gojo, who has always been able to get whatever she wanted with one flip of her long, white hair and bat of her blue eyes, gives you a sour face. "Duh. I know that, dummy. But if you want it to seem real, I’m just sayin’—"

"Stop talking. It’s bad enough you even came in Satoru's bedroom while I was about to record. So embarrassing."

Once Satoru, your longtime boyfriend, had left to go to class and left you to your own devices as he usually did since he gave you a key to his place, you figured that you'd stay and record a custom paid video for your page since you didn't feel like going back to your dorm to do it.

Now you're glad you didn't because Suki's set-up is a lot better than yours: special lights to turn the room shades of pink, red, and purple; stuffed animals set up on the bed; a tripod facing a backdrop where she takes her sexy photos for her fans, her many wigs and costumes seen hanging up on hooks.

You're just not overjoyed that she decided to walk in on you while you were in Satoru's bedroom about to play with one of your trusty dildos for the video, your legs spread in front of your phone sat against the pillows. "Oh, would you pipe down with that?" she tuts. "I’ve seen pussy before, silly! And you’re talkin’ to a pro OF girl."

She gives you a wink that you pretend doesn't make her stomach flip flop. Suki's attractiveness is a thorn in your side, but it's a given since she's a Gojo. Her and Satoru are by far the finest people on your university's campus, but total opposites. While Suki is out-going and the life of the party (and quite the girl to get around), Satoru is quite, reserved, and extremely nerdy.

Suki has tried to hook you before with her pretty smile and flirty talk, but in the end, Satoru was the one to charm you. But that doesn't mean Suki has stopped her flirting. She hasn't tried anything with you, but you would be lying if you said you hadn't fantasized about your boyfriend's sister.

"It’s not about that. It’s about the fact that I’m dating your brother," you firmly say, scowling up at her. Suki sighs, crossing her arms over her chest, squishing her tits together. "Oh, yes…my brother who won’t fuck his pretty cam girl GF on camera for her followers and help her rack up more money. No support."

"That’s not true! Satoru is VERY supportive of my camming business!" you protest. But even as you say it, deep down, you don't feel like it's quite true. Especially lately.

Ever since you revealed to your boyfriend your camgirl side hustle on top of your main job at a cafè where you two met, Satoru has shown to be an accepting boyfriend. He even lets you record in his room when he isn't here, turned on by the idea of you playing with yourself in his bed.

Satoru has proven himself to be a freak underneath the glasses and smart talk which is why you figured recording your custom video with him wouldn't be too farfetched. He's always loved that freaky shit, including watching your videos, so he wouldn't be too disturbed by helping you record a video of you getting fucked on his fat dick without showing his face, right?

Turns out he was. "I-I don’t know about this, Y/N. I mean, everyone would see my penis!"

He sat beside you on the edge of his bed, shirtless and in his Spiderman boxers. You sat next to him in your hot red bikini, smelling of suntan oil and sunscreen. Suki invited you over for a dip in the pool, but while she lounged outside, you took that advantage to sneak away with Satoru for some "fun".

"Only people who can afford to pay for the video. You’ve fucked me on camera before, haven’t you?" Satoru blushed at the mention of the many times you've recorded you two fucking on his phone, but only for his private file.

"Yeah, but those are private! I never posted them! Not to mention that you’re doing this for a bunch of guys." He scowled behind his glasses at the idea.

"Not true," you argued, "I’ve got female fans too and they wanna see you fuck me too!" Your fans are all aware that you are taken, but many of them are so fucking freaky that they love the idea of Satoru fucking you on camera for them. It hasn't happened in a livestream (yet), but you figured a video couldn't hurt.

Plus, it would finally help you possibly break into the top five list of cam girls. The way you've been trying to do for months now!

But judging by Satoru's disturbed expression and discomfort, you knew that wasn't going to happen. "I just…I don’t like the idea. Can’t we just make love like normal?"

Now it was your turn to give him a scowl. "When? How? We haven’t had sex in weeks! Not since you started taking more classes." Though it was the fun, Satoru has started taking classes to get a headstart on credits for next year on top of his paid internship at a science lab.

Your man is a very busy bee and though you're happy for him, you're not exactly ecstastic that his plans have cost you your sex life. He turned to you then, looking irritated behind his glasses. "And you think fucking on camera is gonna help with that?"

You ignored the edge in his tone and the sting in your chest. "I think we need to find some solutions to keep the sex between us. You said yourself that you like the idea of people watching us fuck!”

But your boyfriend shook his head, standing up and pulling on his pants before you could wrap your arms around him like you wanted to. It stung even worse. “I just...can’t. It’s too weird for me. I’m not a cam boy.” He turned to you as he pulled on his Talk Nerdy To Me shirt. “I gotta go to class soon. Be here when I get back?”

You didn't even reply; just gave him a nod and pulled your robe on while you sat there, trying not to simmer with irritation or cry. But it was quite hard. When Satoru finally left, you took matters into your own hands and set up your phone to record.

You took off your robe, stripped off your bikini, and got your 6-inch dildo out that you planned to use with your boyfriend for foreplay. Now that that plan went down the fucking drain, you pressed record and used it on yourself, teasing your body with the toy and some coconut oil to make your skin nice, slick, and shiny.

You moaned as you teased yourself, the feeling of the toy gliding against your skin. You were just gliding it down between your thighs as your eyes fluttered shut, still hyper aware of you being on video...but not being watched.

You just barely had the you against your pussy before you were rudely interrupted. “My, what a performance! You sounded so sexy, babe.”

You opened your eyes and stared into blue ones by the door. Suki stood there, arms crossed and smirking in her bikini and sunglasses. “Jesus, Suki!" you shrieked, tossing the toy away and closing your robe. "W-What are you doing?!”

Suki smirked, stepping into her brother's room without being invted in. “I was worried you were sick or somethin’ Makin’ all that noise. Now I see that I was wrong.” She took off her shades and her blue eyes rolled over your body, making you feel hot enough to need a cool dip in the pool. “I heard everything. If he won’t help you make your video, I’d be more than happy to take his place.”

You blinked at her, sure that you misheard her, but her suggestive, glossy smirk said otherwise. “W-What?! What the fuck are you talking about?!”

Suki snorted, hanging her shades off of her cut-off shorts. “Relaaaax, cutie! I meant helping you film! You’ve got the top OF girl in the business lookin’ right atcha! So why the hell not?”

And Suki was right: she is the top OnlyFans model on the site. Having been doing it for six years, Suki Gojo has proven to be the apple of all of the horny community's eye with her long, flowing hair, perfectly toned body, sexy moans, and cocky yet sexy personality.

So you agreed to take her 'offer', leading to being in her bedroom now while your boyfriend is out of the house. But all you want is for her to help you with your content. NOTHING MORE. “All I want is to get in the top five," you firmly tell her. "If you’re gonna talk bad about my boyfriend and not help me out, I'll just leave."

You size her up with a steely stare while she stares back, looking taken aback at your seriousness. “Jeez, fine. You’re lucky you’re hot when you get all feisty.” She smirks as you pick up the 9-inch dildo that she convinced you to use.

You try not to think about her using it on herself while you hold it, gulping hard at its thickness. You're sure she's also used it on her collab partners, having seen a few videos of her fucking pretty girls into the bed with her strap...accidentally, of course.

Suki takes her phone and holds it horzontically as she adjusts it on her tripod. She convinced you that her phone camera was much clearer to record you with. "Lie on the bed just like that," she instructs you as you lay on your butt against her Kuromi and cherry-shaped pillows. "Maybe widen your thighs a bit more.”

You do so, your face hot and skin prickly as she watches you spread your legs, glad that your bikini bottoms are there as cover. Your tits aren't as lucky, nearly spilling out from out of your robe. "And….action!” Suki announces before she presses record.

As soon as you hear that little ding of the play button, you plaster on a seductive smile and stare dead at Suki's phone. Not at her. “Hi, guys. Thank you for clicking on this little video. So you’re here to watch me get fucked on a fat dick, huh?”

You take the dildo and start to peel your bottoms aside, but Suki stops the recording.“No, no, no!” she tuts. “That’s too much too soon! Ease into it. Tease ‘em.”

You scowl at her, confused and irritated that she ruined your first cut. “Okay…how?”

Suki smirks, happy to show you her expertise like you're her new student “You should save the dildo for after you do your little intro. Then take it out…slowly tease your body…and then give ‘em what they want. Try again."

Though you roll your eyes, you do as she instructs, saying your little slutty intro before you slowly take the dildo out and tease yourself with it. You stroke down your neck and the valley of your breasts; between your tits; over your stomach and thighs. Then you finally begin to rub it against you over your bottoms, still teasing, still nervous from Suki's laser hot gaze on you.

You aren't usually bothered by anyone's eyes on you. As a camgirl, you have to be comfortable with being watched. But Suki's ocean-blue eyes are just too electric. Too molten. Too hot as they cut into you, switching between you and her phone to record you. “You know, this would do you numbers if you live-streamed it. Especially if we collabed.”

Her words stump you, making you stop with the dildo head just pressed against your fabric-covered slit. “I…never thought about it.” Collab? With her? Suki smiles, the perfection of it making you flush. “Don’t worry about it, babes! Good thing I’m here to teach you the ways of how to be a great cam slut.”

She gives you another wink before pausing the video and running to get her laptop from under her bed. Once she gets it, she plops down with you and brings up your website so you can log in. “Get that livestream goin’ and I’ll show you. It’s all about seduction.”

You want to tell her you know all about seduction since you make people horny for a living, but you decide not to. Instead, you log into your account and bring up a livestream while Suki begins to strip right in front of you. You make the mistake of sneaking a glance at her as she slides her shorts down her long legs, so tan and toned.

She reveals the diamond stud in her belly button and her toned stomach slick with suntan oil. When you realize she's wearing a thong to match her bikini top, you nearly have a heart attack. Why must her ass be so damn perfect?!

Realizing you're watching, she smirks as she flings her shorts away. “See somethin’ you like?” she purrs. You say nothing, opting instead to pass her the laptop. She knowingly giggles and fires up the livestream, noticing that you are at #7. Not bad, but could be better.

“In 3…2…1…”

Ding!

Suddenly, you are staring at yourself and Suki on camera with the amount of "cherries" or tips sent to you on the righthand side. On the left are your viewers, ranging from regulars to new visitors. Suki smirks those glossy, pink lips as her eyes tick up at the top of the screen to read the number of viewers watching.

"Hm. Well, that’s a lot of fuckin’ perverts out there watchin’ this stream! Hello to 68 viewers! Let’s see if we can up that number; it’s still early."

Takada'sHubbyTodo: Holy shit, is that Suki??!!

Suki giggles at the comment along with the slew of comments that follow after at the appearance of the top OF girl. "Yes, it is, babes. And I’m here with my very good, sexy friend Y/N to bring her a little up in her followers. Come here, cutie. Say hi."

She holds a hand out to you and coaxes you to squeeze in closer, her arm wrapped tight around you. "Hi, everyone. Thanks for clicking in to see us."

Suki shakes her head, tsking. "No…to see you. ‘Cause you’re gonna get fucked on a nice, fat dick today!" She gives the camera a wink before she shows them the 9-inch dildo, leading to a slew of comments and hearts speeding across the screen.

"But first, we’ve gotta getcha wet, don’t we?" she whispers in your ear. It sends shivers down your spine. "If you wanna see that pretty, wet pussy take a nice toy in it, give us some cherries!" she coos to the viewers before her hand finds your cheek and she leans in.

You flinch away, utterly confused. "Stop! What are you doing?!" Suki rolls her sapphire eyes, like you're the one being difficult. "It’s just acting, babe. C’mon, your viewers would love to see two hot girls kissing."

She scoots a little closer to you, the scent of chlorine, sun, suntan oil, and a juicy, coconutty scent on her skin. "It’s just pretend," she murmurs. "He’ll never know."

You have no time to think about it. No time to decide. All you know is that this is a very bad idea and how yummy Suki's lips look staring back at you. And so you start kissing. Just as you suspected, Suki is a dangerous kisser.

Her lips are soft as pillows and addictive, hooking you with her claws as she drag you in with her soft "mmm"s that go straight to your pussy, making you tingle. She is slow, seductive, and intentional, her pierced tongue tasting of strawberry and vodka Kool-Aid as she gives you an extra sloppy French kiss for the followers. “Mmm, you taste so good. Like sugar. I wanna taste more.”

Then her hands are on your ass, squeezing it in her fingers. You finally snap out of it and pull away, panting. “Suki, wait." The twin just smirks, her eyes hooded and her pierced nipples pushing against the thin fabric of her bikini cups. "Fine. I’ll connect my phone and I'll get you another toy."

She ends up getting you one of her many rose toys, pink and charged with about five different settings. After you position yourself with your thighs spread and robe halfway open to expose your soft tits to the viewers, Suki connects her phone to the laptop and records you, letting the viewers get a good shot of your body from Suki's position hovering over you.

She is damn near straddling you, making you embarrassingly wet. As you look up into the camera, you get a good view of her stomach leading up towards her soft, perfect tits, her skin so supple and addictive.

Pushing your nerves aside, you turn the rose on and use it on the lowest setting, though it's enough to make you feel stimulated. Each buzz and vibration from the toy against your pussy makes you moan and hum in pleasure, your bottoms becoming sticky.

Suki giggles above you, watching you. “Oooo, she’s awfully wet now, pervs. I bet that dildo or my strap would fit quite nicely in her, don’t ya think, sweets?”

Her dirty suggestion makes you a lot more soaked than you care to admit. “Cut it out,” you whisper, glaring up at her. Suki keeps smiling, oh-so knowing and oh-so seductive, reveling in her power over you. “Awww, you gettin’ flustered, babes? Your poor little pussy is too. Give her some relief, would ya?”

Despite your blushingly hot cheeks, your arousal wins and you let her pull your bottoms aside to expose your pussy. Soaked, glistening, and puffy for her. "Fuck, baby," she sighs. "You've got the prettiest little pussy I've ever seen."

You try not to let her praise get to you as you turn the toy up and press it against your clit. Each vibration pulls a moan and a gasp out of you, your painted toes curling and your legs shaking, the buzzing of the toy drifting in the air. “Good girl,” Suki purrs. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”

You're shocked you can barely speak; you feel tongue-tied and your brain feels empty. “A-Ah…yeah.”

Suki giggles, sexy and soft. “I bet my tongue could make you feel a lot better, buuuut you just keep playin’ with me. It would get you a lot more viewership.” You shoot her a glare, silently warning her, but she just cackles, finding your resistance so amusing. “C’mon now, sweets. Don’t be so prissy. I’m known to make a gal cum.”

Suddenly, one hand is holding her phone while the other is teasing one of your tits through your robe. "Suki, no," you weakly protest, softly moaning from her touch.

Then she's ripping your robe open to reveal each of your tits, soft and shining with suntain oil. She begins to tweak each hard nipple, humming at the sounds you make. "Those are some pretty noises you're makin', sweets," she purrs. "Keep 'em up."

“Stop!” you moan. “I-I can’t focus! Oh, fuuuuck…” Your eyes roll back at the explosion of pleasure as she pinches your nipples combined with the buzzing of the toy. Your mouth falls open in a silent O, reaching a euphoric state, as your pussy gushes around the buzzing rose.

“Mmm, my, that’s a pretty expression ya got there," Suki purrs. "Has my brother ever seen ya like this?” You don't answer, too busy drowning in the pleasure she is giving you. Satoru has never made you feel this amazing...and that's so dangerous.

You then hear a familiar tinkle sound then and weakly open your eyes to look at the laptop. “Look, babes! You got a hit of 200 cherries!” Suki announces, showing you the screen. Sure enough, you see that one of your regulars has given you a tip (200 cherries is equivilant to $20, but it ups your number on the top camgirls' list).

LookuitsSugu: You two should taste each other…for science.

"Oooo, listen, babes!" Suki giggles. "Sugu here thinks that we should 69 right here for him. Well, since we got so many more viewers, maybe we should. What you do think, chat?" She turns to you with a sultry smile as the chat explodes with hearts and all kinds of dirty emojis.

"But, Suki—"

"It's just for the camera, sweets, don't worry," she cuts in, comfortingly stroking your cheek. "Anything to get you to the top, right? You'll be sooo popular after this!"

Though you know deep down you should refuse and leave the room ASAP, the idea of finally climbing the latter of the camming world is more tempting than you can amdit. You'll kick yourself for this later though. "Just this once," you whisper.

Suki draws an X over her chest, right above her perfectly soft, bouncy tits. "Cross my heart. Now have you eaten a girl out before?" You avert your eyes, keeping quiet. She reads your silence immediately and giggles. "Ohhh, first timer, eh?" she chuckles. "I've gotchu, girl. Just pay close attention and follow my lead."

Suddenly, she is stripping off her bikini and leaving herself totally naked for you and your fans. Just like a man pumped with horniness, your eyes are drawn to her supple, perky tits, her pink nipples pierced with silver balls. You drink in her abs and belly button ring; her toned yet soft thighs; the landing strip of white curls with the rest a bare Brazilian leading down to her gorgeous, wet pussy. Soft. Pink. Absolutely perfect, just like her.

And she comes with a pretty silver stud glittering at the tip of her clit. A fucking clit piercing. How much sexier than this woman get?!

Then, you lose your head because Suki suddenly ends up on top of you and you end up below her, each one of you sucking on each other's pussies. She coaxes you to move your tongue just the way she likes, earning her luscious moans and dripping honey as rewards. "Nice, right?" she giggles. "This one here ain't too bad either."

SMACK!

She smacks your pussy, making you moan up into hers so she gives you a moan right back. "Such a good, sweet girl. I'm gonna really enjoy tongue-fucking you, babes."

And while your fans watch the scene unfold, with Suki's ass facing them while you've got your tongue in her cunt, she dives between your thighs and proceeds to give you the best head that you've ever had in your life. Her hot tongue combined with the cold metal of her tongue piercing sends you careening into blinding, hot bliss.

You forget all about Satoru and the livestream as you grind up into her mouth, tingles and sparks of pleasure exploding in your core. "A-Ah! Oh, f-fuck, Suki!" you whine into her dripping cunt, your words muffled by her puffy pussy lips in your face. "Y-You...oh, fuck yes, like that! Just like that!"

"Like this?" she teases. "You like it like this?" She continues to alternate between sucking on your clit and tongue-fucking your pussy, her nose swiping against your clit and her fingers toy with your inner thighs. "Mmm, fuck, you're so wet. At this rate, you'll fuck up the sheets, cutie."

Through the haze of your pleasure and the sounds of her tongue sloshing in your wetness, you hear the sounds of new tips and comments coming through.

Nanamin Sent 500+ cherries ($50)!

TojiWitTheBigDicc Sent $15!

TojiWitTheBigDicc: Make that pretty cam girl cum and I'll send more.

Suki pauses for a moment and sits up to turn around and read the message, still rubbing your clit with her nimble fingers. "Toji sent $15 and wants me to make you cum," she giggles. "Maybe if he sends us $20. C'mooon, Toji, we know you got it in that wallet."

Kuna-In-His-Truest-Form: No he don't. That man is broke af.

TojiWitTheBigDicc: i got a kid to take care of asshole. Worry bout your shrimp dick lil bitch

EenieMeenieIno: THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING LMAOOO

"Now, now, chat! Don't fight!" Suki giggles, wagging a long, silvery-purple acrylic finger at the screen. "Just send us more cherries and I'll make this pretty girl cum her fuckin' brains out on camera."

SMACK!

She gives your pussy another harsh smack before she picks up the rose toy and turns it on to the fourth setting. You stare at her, wondering if she's the Devil incarnated, as she smiles down at you. "Time to give these bastards a show. I wonder if you know how to squirt."

The glint in her eye is downright evil as she presss the vibrating toy to your clit as she starts back up with tongue-fucking your soaked pussy, the dripping, sloshing, embarrassingly wet sounds picked up by her laptop's impressive speakers. Your moans grow loud and slutty, bouncing off of the walls as you speed closer and closer to your peak.

"A-ah, shit, yes! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Suki, m'gonna cum soon!" You reach up to grip Suki's long locks as she takes you over the edge, making your eyes roll back and your back arch.

"Yeah? All over my tongue and this rose, right?" she pants into your pussy. "You're givin' me so much, sweets. This pussy is practically cryin' for me." She coos into your pussy in a way that makes you whimper, tears pricking your lash line, as you soar up, up, up through the ceiling.

The sloppiest, sluttiest slurping sounds escape Suki's mouth as she continues to give you the pussy-eating of your life, making you trickle down to your asscrack and stain the pink comforter beneath you. "Go on, baby, cum," she purrs. "Make your fans happy. Make me so, so proud of you."

After a few more strokes of her talented tongue and buzzes from the toy, you can't help but cum. You don't have a choice. Like a balloon expanding with too much air, you feel the pressure build and finally combust. "Oh, fuck!" you yelp as you cream all over the silvery-haired girl's pierced tongue. Long, loud moans and whimpers escape you as you cum all over Suki's lips and tongue, coating them in your sweet cream.

Suki licks and slurps it all up, humming in satisfaction at your taste. With every lash of her tongue, a sob bubbles in your chest, the pleasure damn near agonizing. When the intense high of your orgasm fades, you slump into the mattress while Suki sits up, still straddling you with her pussy. "That's a good girl," she sighs. "God, you're so sweet. My dickhead brother is sooo fuckin' lucky."

She then slides off of you, taking her pretty, pink pussy with her, and twists around to kneel before you. "Taste yourself," she demands and shoves her tongue in your mouth. You moan as you kiss her back, hot and heavy, your cum still on her lips. You taste so good coming off of her.

Ding, ding ding! The sounds of new tips, viewers, and comments explode from Suki's laptop where the livestream is still going. You nearly forgot about it.

"There goes those views, babes!" she giggles. "You think you still up for takin' some dick?" She strokes a hand down to your thigh, squeezing it. The mere touch alone makes you twitch. "I-I...yeah...just give me a sec."

But you'll need more than a "sec". You'll need a whole hour to recuperate from that mindblowing pussy-eating session. You feel tingly and satisfied yet exhausted and heavy, your limbs practically jelly.

Suki chuckles at you, cocky and satisfied with your exhausted reaction. "Awww, poor baby can't even move," she coos, leaning down to kiss your tummy. "Relax, doll. I'll help ya out no problem."

She then scoots to the end of the bed and grabs the 9-inch dildo and some lube. She coats it in the substance, rubbing it from base to tip. Then she comes back over to you, those tits bouncing and that hair like in a magazine. "Up you go!" she exclaims before she scoops you up and places you on her lap, the both of you facing the latoptop. "W-What are you doing?" you murmur, confused.

"Just helpin' you fuck yourself with this toy," she purrs. She then forces your thighs apart, emitting a gasp from you. "Just the toy, not my strap...but if you ever need somethin' fatter, I'll get it for ya."

She gives you a wink before she teases your sensitive, puffy pussy with the dildo and then slooooowly pushes it against your entrance. This is wrong. You are supposed to do this, not her! "N-No," you gasp out. "You don't—oooooh!"

Your protests fall short as Suki pushes the toy in purposely slow to hear your sweet gasps and salacious moans. After giving you a moment and continuing to fuck you slow and gentle, Suki speeds up, pumping the pink, silicon dick in and out, in and out, out of your pussy for the entire world to see.

Because you're now at 500+ viewers.

"Ha...ha...oh, my God! Y-You...oh, Suki, ah! You're so d-deep!" Your words are practically slurred, combined with the wet sounds of the dildo fucking your dripping pussy off its hinges. Suki's lips are right by your ear, teasingly kissing and nibbling your earlobe. "And you're so wet. You take my—er, that dick so well, babes."

She pauses to place her free hand around you to play with your pussy lips, groaning when they come back sticky with your juices. She palces her fingers up to her lips and sucks, her eyes rolling back at your sweetness. "How my brother doesn't have you on lock and key is beyond me. You're just too damn hot."

She continues to fuck you better than her brother with just a toy, her hand technique, pacing, and pressure just the right amount to make you scream and moan for more, more, more. Suki grins at the camera, loving how you look with your legs spread wide and your pussy stretched on the toy. "What do ya think, chat? You like seein' your girl get her pussy stuffed by this fat dildo?"

TojiWitTheBigDick: She looks sooo fuckin hot...but she'd look better getting fucked by your strap

LookuitsSugu: Don't be scared Y/N. Suki would take good care of you

You read the comments at the same time as Suki and your eyes widen. Of course, these horny fucks would want to see that make you cheat! "Sounds like they want me to fuck you with the strap, babes," she chuckles. "Ya sure you don't want me to whip it out and take you right now?"

She cups your chin in her hand, forcing you to lean your head back and look at her."Ngh! N-No, don't! I-I can't!" you whimper, blinking away tears of pleasure as her thrusts grow slow yet deep, fucking your soul right out of your body.

"Hm...actually, I don't even need my strap. This toy is double-ended!" She sniggers as she shows you the end of the dildo where a tiny insertable head is. "Lucky for us, right? Now we can both give the audience a real show."

You're speechless. Boneless. You have no fight or protest left in your body due to being fucked out of your mind. So you let Yuki pull the toy out of you and adjust so the shorter tip is entering her. She whines as the boulbous tip pries back her puffy, pink lips, spreading them for you and the audience.

Then she wraps her arms around you and scoops you back up, placing you on top of you. "Up ya go!" she giggles. "Right here on my lap for the whole world to see! They wanna watch you bounce on that dick."

At some point, reality smacks you hard and you wiggle your hips, trying to get down, but you only rub your clit against hers, making her moan. "Suki, wait! You promised!"

Then there are no more protests as she slides you down on the toy cock, turning your worry and regret into explosive pleasure. Her moans mix with yours as she grasps your hips and begins bouncing you on top of her, making you ride the toy.

"Sorry, baby, but—oh, fuck—I just couldn't resist this pussy anymore. I need to fuck you till you cum all around my strap."

She lets you stay just like that for a moment, bouncing on the toy, your ass jiggling and smacking into her thighs as she takes handfuls of it, squeezing it to her hearts content.

Then, suddenly, you're on your back with your legs split wide and her straddling you in mating press. She bends your knees and pushes them up to her hips as she begins to grind into you, pushing the toy against your G-spot. You gasp as you see stars, your nails digging into her shoulders.

"Do you like takin' my cock, sweets?" she huffs. "You love gettin' fucked by your boyfriend's hot sister?" Her long hair cascades down to tickkle your face as she rides you like she stole you, the toy pushing into both of your soaked pussies. "Suki, ah! P-Please!" you whine, your thighs twitching and head growing empty.

Suki just chuckles, leanign up to give you a molten hot look, her blue eyes glistening and cheeks flushed with pink. "Uh-uh, babes. Tell the—ah, yes!—t-the audience how much you loooove my strap in you. Tell 'em all about how much you l-love takin' this dick."

She places a hand around your throat, her silvery-purple nails digging into your skin. You gasp at the tighteness around your neck, somehow growing even wetter from it, causing the toy to go in deeper.

"Say it or you don't cum," she growls in your ear. "C'mon, you don't wanna disappoint your fans, do you? Or me?" Her thrusts get harder, faster, her hips going plap-plap-plap as they smack against yours. The more she fucks you, the more you melt into the bed. Into her touch.

You forget all about Satoru and the livestream and making the top 5 list. None of it matters. Nothing but this girl and her amazing stroke game. "I...I...I fucking love it," you whimper between your kiss-swollen lips. "I love taking your strap. Love it when you fuck me into the bed like this!"

Suki gives you a dazzling smile and shares a sloppy kiss with you. "Mmm, that's my good, good girl. Now cum for me like a perfect slut should. C'mon, sweets, give me all of that pussy!"

Her moans grow louder as she fucks you into the bed, deep-dicking you, one hand gripping your thigh to keep you open while the other squeezes around your throat. The bed shakes with her grinding, squeaking in time with her thruts and your moans as you're brought over the edge again.

"S-Suki, m'cumming!" you slur. "I'm fucking cumming!" She places both hands on either side of your head before grinding down into your hips, making you gasp as your G-spot is hit. "Me too, babes," she moans. "Cum with me. Give it to me like that, baby, fuck!"

Her moans and grunts are fit for a porno as her orgasm hits and she finally cums all over the dildo. You cum right after her, your eyes blown wide and mouth agape as you cream aaaaaall over the toy dick, spilling your cum everywhere. On the comforter, on Suki's thighs and abs, on yourself. You make a creamy, sweet mess.

You shake and tremble like an autumn leaf as your orgasm continues to roll through you like a tidalwave, sending you floating out to a sea of bliss. When it finally ebbs, you are still softly moaning and hiccuping, your body quaking as the aftershocks hit.

Suki holds you close, pressing your face into her tits. "S'okay, sweetie, I'm here. Just ride it out. I know it's good." She rocks into you, riding your orgasm wave with you, the both of you sharing a kiss full of heavy breaths and pants.

When your orgasm high finally fades like smoke in the air, you slump on your back on the bed, sweaty, exhausted, and supremely fucked. But you don't know how fucked you are until Suki gently pulls the toy out of your quivering, puffy cunt and sucks your wetness off of the head for your fans' enjoyment.

"Well, that's it for today, folks! Thanks so much for tunin' in to us pretty sluts!" She gives a finger waggle to the laptop before picking up her phone to get a good view of your body slathered in sweat, your pussy dripping in cum. "Say bye bye to your fans, baby girl."

Weakly, you stare up at the screen and give a weak wave. "B-Bye," you softly stammer.

Click. Suki signs off and ends the livestream on the laptop before rising to get her fluffy robe from over her chair. "That was a real good stream, baby," she giggles, running a hand through her fucked-out white locks after pulling the robe on. "You did so well. I think your boyfriend thought so too, right, Satoru?"

Wait...Satoru?!

You sit up and suddenly, you find yourself staring right back at your boyfriend's face on a FT call on Yuki's laptop. He was watching the whole time?! How did you not know?!

"Satoru!" you gasp, horrified, trying in vain to cover yourself. "I-I can explain!"

But Satoru just stares, wide-eyed behind his glasses and mouth agape, his face a blush red. His eyes switch from you to his twin sister, rage filling him. "You...you...you fuckin' bitch!" he growls. "You always do this to me, Satoē! You're always fucking my girlfriends and stealing 'em away from me!"

But Yuki is totally unbothered, simply staring bored at her brother. "Well, I guess you're just gonna have to up your dickgame, bro," she chuckles. "Plus, I only did it 'cause you wouldn't. Now look: she's in the top five because of me."

And sure enough, you are. In another window opened on the camming site, you see the top five list; there you are at #3. All because of Suki. And the expense of your boyfriend.

The long-haired twin gives Satoru a wink and a finger waggle, agitating her brother even more. "Bye-bye for now, bro! I've gotta go take care of your girl after I just fucked her brains out. See ya later!"

Click.

THE END.