You think you’re gonna die too. Because there’s heat pooling between your legs, and you're pretty sure you’ve soaked through your panties, and this was supposed to be your first normal date. Not a panty-ruining, thigh-clenching disaster where you keep imagining his stupid hot fingers pulling your hoodie up and touching you like you're not both trembling virgins about to combust from one misplaced touch.

Satoru’s voice cracks in the dark.

“You, uh— are you okay?”

You look at him, wide-eyed. “What? Yeah. I’m fine.”

He fidgets. “You’re breathing kinda fast.”

You are. Shit.

“I’m just…” you squirm, thighs pressed tight together. “The seats are uncomfortable.”

He makes a strangled little laugh, eyes darting to the screen and then back to your mouth. You don’t know who moves first, but a second later, your hands are brushing in the popcorn bag and boom— your bodies are pressed together like magnets.

The movie is completely forgotten. You’re both leaning toward each other, breathing the same hot air, and it’s dizzying how close he is. His scent is soft and clean, like soap and sugar and some light cologne that makes your thighs ache. Your lips almost brush before he pulls back, cheeks pink.

“I-I gotta pee,” he blurts. Then winces. “Fuck. Not like— fuck, I didn’t mean it like—”

You stare at him, lips parted.

“…Me too,” you whisper. “Bathroom. I mean.”

So of course, of course, ten minutes later, you’re both in the tiny single-stall bathroom behind the snack bar, the door locked, and you’re pressed against the wall with Satoru’s hands hovering an inch from your waist like he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to touch you.

You’re panting.

So is he.

And there’s the faintest bulge pressing against his pants.

“You’re hard,” you whisper, stunned.

Satoru turns bright red. “I didn’t mean to be! I swear I wasn’t thinking anything— well I was thinking but not like— well yes like that but I didn’t expect you to—”

“I’m wet.”

That shuts him up.

He blinks. “Wha— You, wait really?”

You nod furiously. “Soaked. I thought I was dying. You’re, l-like— you’re so hot and tall and your hands are big and I thought—”

He sways toward you like he’s being pulled by gravity.

“You think I’m hot?” he breathes, shocked.

Your voice is barely a whisper. “You’re like—the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”

“…But I’m a virgin.”

You blink. “You’re a virgin?”

He freezes. “You didn’t know?”

You shake your head. “You’re too confident. And tall. And your voice, like— you talk like you’ve seen shit.”

“I haven’t! I’ve literally never seen anything. I still sleep with a body pillow.”

“Oh my god.”

You both start laughing, but it’s too breathy, too nervous. You’re looking at his lips again.

“I thought you weren’t a virgin,” he admits, voice low now, almost in awe. “You look like— like—”

He waves helplessly at your body. “You’re so pretty. So hot. You look like you’d ruin me.”

“I’ve never even kissed anyone,” you whisper.

“Me either,” he says.

There’s a beat of silent realization.

Then— tentatively— his hands touch your waist. He’s shaking.

“Can I…”

You nod. “Yeah. Please.”

The kiss is terrible. Teeth clashing, noses bumping, your mouths slipping messily before you both pull away with startled laughter. But his face is flushed, and his eyes are glassy, and your thighs are pressed tight together because the way he’s looking at you is not innocent anymore.

“We’re so bad at this,” you whisper.

“I’m gonna die,” he mumbles, forehead pressed to yours.

“I’m so wet I think my panties are ruined,” you say, like a confession.

He groans. “That’s so hot, please don’t say things like that unless you want me to cum in my pants.”

You both snort, but neither of you moves away.

“Can I… touch you?” he whispers, barely audible.

Your eyes widen, breath catching.

“…Yes. But I don’t— I don’t really know how.”

“Me either,” he whispers. “Let’s be awkward together.”

You reach for his belt, and he lifts your hoodie just enough to see the swell of your tits in your bra. And then you both freeze, panting, staring— because holy fuck this is actually happening.

Two very horny, very confused virgins. In a bathroom. At the movies.

Grinding desperately like you’re learning each other’s bodies in braille.

His hands find your hips, pulling you closer. Your fingers tremble at his zipper. And you swear— you swear— when your pussy brushes against his bulge through your panties and tights, he nearly whimpers.

You're both gonna combust.

You’re still half-laughing, half-gasping into his neck, your panties damp and sticking to you like sin, and Satoru’s hard dick is pressed against your inner thigh through his jeans like it hurts. He keeps doing these little shaky inhales, fingers digging into your hoodie at the waist like he needs something to hold onto or he’ll float off the planet.

His glasses are fogged. His cheeks are pink. And when you drag your nose along his jaw just to feel him shiver, he makes the softest noise you’ve ever heard. A tiny, broken sigh— like the kind of sound you might make when someone pets your hair just right.

You feel like you’re on fire.

“You’re really… hard,” you whisper, a little dreamy, dragging your hand down the front of his jeans like you’re curious more than anything else. Because you are. You can feel the length of him, thick and hot under the denim, twitching at just the barest touch of your fingers. “Like… all the way.”

“I know,” he whines, quietly. “It’s been like that since the popcorn scene.”

You giggle. “We didn’t have a popcorn scene.”

“You were licking butter off your fingers.”

“…Oh. Yeah okay, fair.”

You’re still staring at the bulge in his jeans. It’s insane. It’s… kind of intimidating, honestly. But you’re so curious, and he looks like he might actually die from the idea of you wanting to see him like this.

“Can I see it?” you whisper.

His breath catches. His whole body freezes.

“You— my… dick?”

You nod shyly, face burning. “Just once. I just— I wanna know what it looks like.”

He stares at you like you’re a mythical creature. “You really want to see it?”

“…Yeah.”

His fingers are shaking as he fumbles with his zipper.

You don’t look away— not even when he shoves his boxers down and his cock bounces free, flushed and heavy and dripping. You make a noise, something halfway between shock and awe, because holy shit he’s big. Not just big— long, curved a little toward his stomach, thick enough that your mouth goes dry. The tip is glossy and wet, a pretty pink color— a clear bead clinging to the slit like he’s leaking from just grinding on you.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, stunned.

Satoru makes a noise that’s not human. “D-don’t look at it like that.”

“I can’t help it,” you breathe. “It’s pretty.”

His brain shuts down.

“Pretty?” he croaks.

You nod dumbly, staring. “It’s like… glossy. And pink. And it’s twitching.”

He groans. “Don’t say twitching—”

“But it is! It’s like it’s waving at me or something. It looks so needy.”

He grabs the wall behind your head like he might collapse.

“You’re so cute,” you whisper. “You’re really hard just from kissing me.”

“You’re soaking,” he counters, voice hoarse. “You’ve been wet for an hour.”

You whimper a little. “I didn’t even know I could get this wet.”

Satoru groans again and cups himself like it’ll stop him from cumming just from talking to you.

You reach out— slowly— and wrap your fingers around the base.

He jolts, hips stuttering forward into your hand like it’s instinct. His eyes flutter shut and his whole body shudders, like he’s never felt anything like this.

“…You’re so warm,” you whisper. “And thick.”

“I’m gonna cum,” he blurts.

You pause. “Wait, already?”

“I told you,” he gasps, pressing his face into your neck. “It’s your voice— fuck, the way you’re touching me—”

You slide your hand up and watch his cock twitch, leaking over your fingers.

He sobs a little. “Angel, please—”

That makes you freeze.

“…Angel?”

He peeks up at you, embarrassed. “It slipped out.”

You bite your lip, then smile, stroking him again. “I like it.”

“You’re so soft,” he moans. “And your hand’s so small, it doesn’t even fit—”

You squeeze a little tighter. He gasps.

“Tell me when,” you whisper, eyes wide. “I don’t wanna waste it. You’ve been hard for so long.”

“‘When’?” he pants.

“Yeah,” you say, breath catching. “I want to see what your cum looks like too.”

He shatters.

Just like that— hot, thick ropes spill out across your fingers, your hoodie, his shirt. You watch with wide, fascinated eyes as his whole body curls toward yours, hips stuttering, voice cracked and pleading into your shoulder. His cock throbs in your hand like it’s losing its mind. He sounds so helpless, so high and soft when he whimpers your name.

You stare at the mess.

“…Whoa.”

He’s panting against your cheek, totally limp. “That was so embarrassing.”

“It was awesome,” you breathe. “I made you cum.”

“I exploded in ten seconds.”

You stroke his hair. “I think you’re perfect.”

He melts a little into your chest.

“…You wanna see me next?” you whisper.

His head jerks up like a prairie dog.

Satoru’s still shaking.

You can feel it— his breath hot and unsteady on your neck, his heartbeat punching against your ribs where your bodies press together. Satoru Gojo just came all over your hand like some desperate teenager, having a wet dream, and you’re still standing in a movie theater bathroom, soaked to the skin and so turned on it’s getting hard to breathe.

His cum is sticky on your fingers. Warm, it smells faintly like salt and sugar, and he’s still leaning against you like he’s not sure how to stand on his own.

And then—

Your voice, soft and daring, nearly a whisper:

“…You wanna see me next?”

Satoru blinks. Eyes blown wide. Mouth parted, in disbelief.

“…Are you serious?”

You nod.

He looks stunned. “Like… your pussy?”

Your whole face burns.

“Y-yeah,” you stammer, suddenly nervous. “If you want. I mean— I know it’s— kind of a lot, and maybe messy, but I just… I’ve never… shown anyone." You're looking down at the floor before you finish the rest of that sentence... then your eyes are darting back up to his face, blue eyes stargazed in disbelief. “And I want you to see.”

He’s speechless, Satoru is utterly speechless.

You fidget, heart thudding, tugging your hoodie down like it can hide the way your thighs are trembling, how wet you still are under your panties.

“I just thought… since I saw yours…”

His hand flies up, quick. Cupping your face, both of you look into each other's eyes.

“I want to,” he blurts. “I want to so bad I think I’m gonna die.”

You smile, shy and giddy. “Okay. Then… can you take my panties off?”

He gasps.

Like, actually gasps. Clutches his chest. Staggers backward like you hit him with a spell.

“Say that again,” he whispers.

You reach under your hoodie, slowly rolling your leggings down to your thighs, revealing just a sliver of your pale pink cotton panties, soaked straight through. There’s a wet patch over your pussy— obvious, shiny, and dark.

“Take them off,” you whisper, voice trembling. “Please?”

He looks like he might cry.

“Oh my god,” he chokes. “You’re so wet you soaked through. That’s from me? From just— grinding on me?”

You nod, cheeks flushed. “You made me so wet I couldn’t focus on the movie.”

His hands are on your thighs now, huge and hot, trembling a little as he sinks to his knees in front of you like he’s not even aware he’s doing it. His glasses slide down his nose. He pushes them up, eyes fixed on your panties like they’re the most sacred thing he’s ever seen.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he whispers, “but I wanna learn so bad.”

You’re breathing so fast your legs are shaking.

His fingers slide under the sides of your panties. He hesitates.

“Ready?” he asks, voice so soft.

You nod, in eager anticipation, like when you know you're about to rip a band-aid off. But... in this case, it's your soaked sticky ruined panties.

And he pulls them down.

Slow, slow, slow

The cotton clings to your cunt, like they're almost glued to you, but he gets them off with a firmer tug.

Your cunt glosses in the light.

Dripping. Swollen. Slick as fuck and twitching under his gaze. You clench a little just from the air, the tension, the way he’s looking at you like he just saw an angel squirt holy water.

He moans. Moans.

“You’re so pretty,” he breathes. “Holy shit, you’re soaked. I didn’t know it could do that.”

You giggle nervously. “It doesn’t usually. I think it’s a you thing.”

He gulps, audibly.

His eyes don’t leave your pussy, even as he leans forward, nose almost brushing your thigh.

“Can I… touch you?”

You feel your knees threaten to buckle.

“Yes.” You say with too much enthusiasm than you meant.

His fingers twitch. “I don’t know how.”

You grab his wrist and guide it...

His middle finger barely grazes your folds and you gasp, clenching, hips jumping forward.

“Oh fuck,” he moans. “That was barely anything. You’re shaking.”

“You touched my clit,” you pant. “It’s sensitive.”

His eyes sparkle.

“Oh my god. I love that you know what it’s called.”

You’re breathless, laughing a little. “I’ve read fanfiction. Have you not?”

“I have, but in those they just say ‘your little pearl’ and shit.”

You groan. “That’s not even close.”

He’s looking again, hand hovering like he’s terrified to mess it up.

“Okay, so… this is your clit,” he murmurs, grazing it again, watching how your whole body twitches. “It’s so tiny. But you sound like I electrocuted you when I touched it.”

You whimper, cause he's teasing... He's curious as well and doesn't fucking know how much him petting your clit actually affects you.

“You like that?” he whispers, a bit entranced. Crystalline blue eyes focusing on the sticky strands of your slick connected to his fingertips as they stretch when he rubs and pulls them off your glued pussylips.

“Y-yeah.”

He touches again, a little firmer... slower, really working your clit, the soft squelches audible, he really wants to taste it, the creamy thing webbing his fingers, the thought pounding in his head.. Would you be grossed out if he just shoved his fingers in his mouth right now and got a taste of that sappy cream?

You whimper louder, snapping his attention back from his lewd thoughts.

His voice is shaking. “Can you c-cum like this? Just from me touching you?”

You nod furiously. “If you keep going, Fuck. Please keep going.”

His thumb brushes you now, a bit more confidently.

“You’re dripping,” he mumbles. “It’s getting on my wrist, angel”

Your thighs snap shut, embarrassed.

But you’re so close and he’s still rubbing in slow, shaky circles and whispering your name and watching you like he’s studying for a test he’s gonna fail with honors. Your clit feels like it’s throbbing. You can’t stop shaking. Can’t stop whining.

And then—

“Cum for me,” he whispers, awed. “Please, please pretty girl, I wanna see.”

That makes your cunt clench, his voice the thing that makes you break instantly.

You clam up around nothing, crying out as your pussy gushes over his hand, wet and twitchy, making a fucking mess on his hoodie sleeve. Your knees give out. He catches you instantly, still on his knees, arms full of shaking, panting girl.

You’re sobbing in relief, thighs sticky, pussy still fluttering, and his hands are holding you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

“You’re so amazing,” he breathes. “I can’t believe I made you cum.”

You whimper. “You’re so good. I didn’t think it would feel like that.”

He kisses your thigh.

Then your stomach, and makes his way up and then your lips, just to feel you.

Soft and careful, with utmost devotion and care.

And you melt against him, fucked out and flushed, pressed to his chest.

“…We should do this again,” he mumbles.

“Next time,” you pant, smiling, “I wanna see if you can make me squirt.”

He chokes, on what little air he's breathing.

But you’re still trembling.

Your panties are hanging off one ankle, his cum is drying on your sleeve, and your pussy is throbbing— still fluttering every now and then like your body can’t believe you actually came. You’re slumped against Satoru’s chest, half-limp, while he rubs soft little circles on your lower back like he’s trying to soothe an overstimulated kitten.

Time is passing and neither of you has said anything in the last full minute.

Except him whispering “holy fuck” under his breath every ten seconds like a mantra.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” he finally says, voice all hushed reverence. “You came.”

You nod, agreeing lazily. Dazed, and still reeling in the high. “Like… a lot.”

“You squirted.”

“I did not.”

“There was liquid. Splash zone level.”

You slap his chest, giggling, but your thighs twitch. You’re so sensitive you could cry, your clit aches in that perfect, pulsing way that means it wants no more and yet… you’re still soaking wet.

And you feel it. That ache deeper inside you now. Heavy and throbbing. Unused.

Unsatisfied.

You shift against him, face buried in the soft cotton of his shirt, and whisper:

“…Satoru?”

“Yeah?”

“I want you to put your fingers in me.”

You feel him freeze. Every muscle goes stiff. His hands still on your back. You feel his dick— hard again— press against your thigh like it heard you first.

“Wha— what.”

You look up at him, breath shaky. “You made me cum from the outside. But I’ve never been touched inside.”

His ears go red.

“I— I don’t wanna hurt you—”

“You won’t.” You take his wrist, place his hand gently against your mound. “I trust you.”

He swallows hard. You begin to guide his fingers between your thighs again, letting him feel how wet you still are. You gasp a little just from the contact— still sensitive, still twitchy.

His voice comes out hoarse. “You’re soaked.”

“Just go slow,” you whisper. “I wanna know what it feels like.”

He moves down again and actually takes his jacket off and spreads it over the tiles beneath you. He's kneeling like it’s instinct now, reverent and worshipful. Like he belongs on the floor for you. He kisses your inner thigh once, sweet and shaky, then stares between your legs like he’s seeing magic.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says.

You nod, open for him by parting your thighs, trembling ever so slightly.

His fingers sliding along your sappy folds, middle finger inching closer to your hole's opening, more slick gathers and pools as it tries to worm its way in.

You gasp at the feeling.. a bit in fear and uncertainty, but he's so gentle, holding you tighter against him.

His finger begins to push in, your tiny hole fighting him, the intrusion. It's nothing like you've ever felt.

Satoru’s breathing stops entirely.

“You’re tight,” he whispers, stunned. “You’re— fuck, you’re so warm, I can feel your pulse.”

You whimper. “Go slow. Just the tip.”

He pushes a little, and you clench involuntarily, sucking him in just a bit.

He moans. Actually moans. Like you’re the one touching him.

“Angel, you’re gripping me.”

You bury your face in your sleeve, whining. “It’s not fair. Your fingers are big.”

He curls his finger just slightly— experimenting— and your entire body jolts.

“Oh— oh fuck!” you cry out.

His eyes go wide. “Was that— was that good?”

“D-do it again,” you pant.

He does. Gentler, carefully pressing just right, and your walls flutter around him so tightly it’s like your body doesn’t know how to handle it.

“You’re so wet,” he mumbles. “You’re sucking me in.”

You grab his wrist. “Try two.”

He stares. “Are you sure?”

“Please, Satoru.”

You’re breathless, begging.

He shivers like it physically affects him.

He slides another finger in— and your pussy stretches around him, tighter than he expected. Your mouth drops open. Your thighs twitch.

“Oh my god,” you gasp.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me— I can’t move,” he moans.

You rock your hips, helping him, whining through your teeth.

It’s deep. It’s thick. He curls again— and you sob, eyes fluttering back.

“There— oh my god there, right there—”

His fingers are hooked now, rubbing that spongey spot deep inside that makes your eyes cross. His thumb finds your clit on instinct, and suddenly you’re wailing, your whole body shaking, your pussy clenching so hard around his fingers he can barely move.

You cum again, messier and needy. Your velvet walls constricting his fingers in waves.

And he watches, awed, wrecked. His other hand supporting you as your thighs tremble uncontrollably.

He doesn’t even pull out.

He just whispers, “You’re so beautiful when you cum.”

And you start crying.

Happy tears. Dumb overwhelmed tears. Because no one’s ever touched you like this, seen you like this, loved your body with nothing but his hands and awe.

He kisses your forehead.

You sniffle. “I want you inside me someday.”

He nods. “Me too.”

“…But I might have to train for it.”

He laughs, breathless. “Me too. My heart can’t take this.”

You null away on his chest for a minute. Exhausted by everything your body's endured tonight, your panties still on the floor, his arms still secured tight around you and he press soft kisses to the top of your head.

Eventually when he slowly eases his fingers out of you, you're relaxed, no longer holding them hostage, it slides out with a flurry of slick gushing out, all what's been welling up and stuffed inside your cunt for the entire time.

He rubs it up and down your pussylips then into your clit one last time before he's bringing his fingers to his lips, and moaning as your flavour hits his tongue. Finally, getting a taste of you and he couldn't be more pleased at the tangy-sweetness of it.

Satoru licks his fingers clean, savouring it and after he's the one reaching for your panties, tugging them back up along with your leggings as he tells you softly to, "Raise your hips for me please, angel. Good girl, just like that." You do, and he secures them back in place, cunt still pulsing. Fresh slick soaking your panties again.

Satoru stands first, all long limbs and easy grace and he reaches down for you next. His hands are warm as he pulls you up from the bathroom floor. His jacket lies there still, a dark wet patch blooming where your cunt had soaked through.

Heat floods your cheeks, you're quick to mumble an apology, eyes glassy with leftover pleasure and sudden shyness.

He just chuckles softly. Bends to snatch the jacket up like it’s nothing. He balls it in one hand and tucks it under his arm.

“Shh, angel. It’s fine.”

He cups your face, thumbs brushing your flushed skin. Then he kisses you slow and deep, tasting like sin and sweetness. “One wash and it’ll be brand new. Don’t worry about it.”

He doesn’t tell you he plans to keep it exactly like this. A filthy little souvenir, from tonight.

His fingers lace with yours as he leads you out of the stall. The movie is long forgotten. He keeps you tucked close against his side the whole way through the emptying theater. The night air hits cool when you step outside.

In the car he drives with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh. Possessive and gentle.

Later that night you lie in bed, sheets tangled around your legs. Your phone glows in the dark. Heart hammering, you type the silly questions anyway.

you 🩷 so… are we... dating? omg omg am i your girlfriend now?!

His reply comes instantly.

toru 🩵 i knew we were soulmates when you asked to see my dick aaaand called it "pretty" ilysm angel omg

You giggle into your pillow, face burning. Your chest feels too full. Tonight was crazy. Wild and messy and perfect.

But now one, no two orgasms later and Satoru Gojo is yours. Officially. The nerd from the Doraemon expo.

You fall asleep smiling stupidly into your pillow, already wondering when you’ll feel his hands on you again.

You obeyed, heart racing as you stretched out completely naked on your tummy, cheek pressed to bed. Arms reaching forward toward the headboard. Everything exposed and vulnerable. The cool fabric brushed your skin while heat pooled between your thighs.

“That's it. Just like that doll.” You heard his voice rumble again, making goosebumps raise on along every inch of your body. The mattress dipped as he climbed over you and grabbed a pillow, sliding it right under your tummy. It lifted your hips just enough. Arched you and kept your ass raised perfectly for him. 

Your breath hitched then his hands moved with purpose. Rough yet deliberate as he spread your ass apart slowly. Thumbs pressing deep into soft flesh. His thick cock slotted between your cheeks. The hot length rubbing through your slick cunt. Back and forth. Teasing. Coating himself in how wet you already were.

The heavy weight of him made you whimper, a needy moan slipped from your lips and your hips twitched, chasing more pressure, friction making your toes curl.

“Please Sukuna…” you murmured softly. voice desperate, muffled into the mattress.

He shushed you at once. The sound was firm, leaving no room for argument. You wanted to turn your head and see his face. You wanted his mouth on yours and your arms around his neck. He denied every bit of it, his hand pressed between your shoulder blades firmly keeping you trapped.

Instead he kept teasing your dripping pussy from behind, dragging his cock through your wetness until you soaked him. His plump, swollen cockhead sticky with pre and your slick, kissing your clit again and again. Making your thighs tremble.

Your pussy was always wet for him. Always ready, regardless of how much he was denying you tonight.

He pressed the fat rounded tip against your hole and pushed in slow. So slow. Your hands fisted the sheets immediately, knuckles turning white. Normally you would be clawing at his back, nails leaving half moons, digging into his tattooed skin while he hovered over you clinging desperately to him. Tonight there was only fabric beneath your palms. 

Your tight cunt struggled around his girth, stretching open around the thick head, cunt fluttering, opening up little by little. It was always a fight. Delicious and overwhelming but he kept going. Inch by inch his cock sank deeper. Giving you no escape, the stretch burned in the best way. 

Slowly your pussy swallowed every thick inch, until his hips met your ass. When he bottomed out, you felt him press up against your cervix, your tummy bulging slightly into the pillow beneath you. Balls pressed tightly to your clit. The fullness made your eyes roll back. A broken gasp left your lips.

Sukuna groaned low, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. "Still so fucking tight.  Y'er greedy little pussy swallowing me. haah- Look at that. Still fighting to take me even when y'er dripping like a whore."

He stayed there for a moment, letting you feel it. Letting you adjust to him, hands roaming over your back. Down your sides. Gripping your hips firmly, then he started moving. Long, deep movements at first. Pulling almost all the way out before slidin’ back in. 

The angle perfect. Hitting everything proper, while the pillow kept your hips raised so he could grind deeper. Claiming every part of you, the fat head prodding right at the mouth of your cervix. Bulging your tummy forward into the pillow beneath you with every thrust. You felt that visible push. Your body yielding completely.

Moans spilled steadily from you. Wet sounds filled the room along with skin slapping skin. Your soaked cunt taking every inch over and over. He kept you pinned against the sheets as he fed aallll of his cock into your gummy walls.

Then he fucked you like he was annoyed.

His hips snapped forward relentlessly. He bullied your sweet little pussy with that fat cock, molding your walls to his shape. You became nothing but a tight sleeve for him. Each thrust made the pillow shift under your hips, moans slipping into the sheets while he used you.

Then he leaned down suddenly. His massive chest pressed fully to your back, blanketing you. It made your breath hitch. Made everything feel tighter. Hotter. One large hand found yours, interlacing your fingers with his on the bed, pinning them there. His weight settled over you, heavy and perfect. Holding you there as he fucked you harder. His hips snapping forward. Driving that deep bulge into the pillow again and again.

He kissed your neck. Soft at first. Warm lips trailing over sensitive skin, then he bit down. Sharp teeth sinking in just enough to mark you. The sting mixed perfectly with the pleasure wrecking your insides. The vibration of his growl shot straight to your cunt.

"That's right. Feel me." His breath was hot against your ear. "This pussy's mine to ruin."

He used the grip on your waist to pull you back onto his cock. Yanking your body to meet every brutal thrust. Harder, faster. The wet slap of skin filled the room. Your pussy clenched around him, creaming down his thick length as pleasure coiled sharp and fast, settling tight in your belly.

"Fuuck. Su-kunaaa." Your voice broke on his name.

"No talking back, doll." One hand fisted in your hair, not pulling hard. Just enough to keep you in place. "You take what I give. And you ngh- thank me for it."

"T-thank you." You gasped immediately. Body rocking forward with each powerful thrust.

"You're such a fuckin’ hah- brat today." He growled between thrusts. "Teasing me. Pushing me. Now you get fucked like the needy lil’ slut you are."

The words only turned you on more. Your walls fluttered wildly. Orgasm building fast and intense from the deep angle.

"Sukuna. Please… mm-close."

"Cum." He commanded. Voice rough and low. "Cum on my cock like the brat yr’are. Cum on my cock while I fill this pussy."

Your orgasm hits hard, pleasure exploding through you. Your cunt pulses wildly around his thick length. Milking him as waves crash over your body. You cried out into the sheets. Fingers digging in even harder. Toes curling tight and he kept thrusting through it. Drawing out every last bit. Groaning at how tightly your cunt squeezed him.

Sukuna chased his own release. Burying himself deep with each snap of his hips. A few more powerful drives and he stilled. Cock throbbing as he came hard inside you. Hot thick spurts filling your pulsing cunt. Flooding you until you feel utterly stuffed. Marking you from the inside until it felt like too much

He stayed buried deep for a long while, his breathing heavy against your shoulder. Not pulling out yet, just letting you feel owned and full. Then slowly he pulls out, you whine softly at the loss. Cum immediately starts leaking from your used hole, creamy and warm. Dripping down onto the sheets.

Sukuna pulls back from your fucked out body and sits on his heels, hands spreading your cheeks apart again, he inspects the white creamy mess spilling out. A low hum leaves his throat.

"Look at that. Such a pretty cum filled cunt, all fuckin’ mine."

He shifts lower, gets face level with where you're overflowing from your pussy, breath teasing your sensitive skin. Then he leans in without hesitation and shoves his tongue straight into your messy hole. 

Lapping at the mix of your juices and his cum. Fucking it back in with firm strokes of his tongue licking and tasting every drop. The filthy wet sounds mixes with your overstimulated whimpers. His tongue works deep. Pushing his seed back inside you. Tasting and devouring the evidence of how thoroughly he used you. One hand keeping your ass spread open wide. 

You moan loud, overstimulated and sensitive. Hips twitching back against his face, fresh heat building despite everything. He licks and sucks until you're shaking again, until every drop was either swallowed or fucked deeper inside you.

Only then did he pull back, lips shiny. Eyes dark with satisfaction. He rolls you gently onto your side first, then turns you over fully onto your back. You reached for him immediately. Arms wrapping around his neck in a tight hug. Clinging like you had been denied all night. 

His hands slid into your hair, fingers stroking through the strands soothingly, cradling your head. He presses a kiss to your forehead, soft and lingering there while your breathing slowly evens out. Pressing a kiss to your marked neck too.

"You took it so well." He murmurs. "Bratty little girl. But always so good for me in the end."

You gave a small hum. Contented and full, body buzzing. In that moment you felt safe again, tucked against your boyfriend who knew exactly how to unravel and put you back together. The way he had claimed every part of you tonight. 

Sleep tugged at you now and Sukuna held you there, his hands still in your hair. Forehead pressed to yours. The night settled around you both, warm and heavy with everything he had taken and everything he finally gave back after it all.

He nearly drops the phone. A low, broken sound escapes his throat before he can swallow it. The guy next to him glances over, but Choso hunches lower, hood up, trying to look like he’s just taking notes. His cock is already throbbing hard in his sweats, leaking against the fabric, and he can’t stop staring at the way your cunt clenches around the toy in the looping video.

Another buzz. This one’s a close-up selfie: your tits pushed together, nipples hard and shiny from your own spit, while your free hand spreads your pussy lips again, showing him the messy strings of arousal still clinging inside. “Wish you were here stretching me open instead… your fat cock would feel so much better than this. Hurry home after class?”

Choso bites his knuckle, eyes fluttering shut for a second as he pictures it, your tight, dripping heat sinking down on him just like you always do. He’s so hard it hurts. The lecture drags on, and you keep going, relentless. A new photo every few minutes: you riding a pillow, grinding your slick cunt against it with your head thrown back; another of you fingering yourself, three fingers buried deep, knuckles shiny; then one where you’re standing in front of the mirror, skirt flipped up, no panties, bending over so he can see your pussy from behind, lips puffy and begging.

By the time the professor dismisses everyone, Choso is a mess. His face is flushed, cock straining painfully against his clothes, a wet spot already forming where he’s been leaking nonstop. He practically bolts out of the building, texting you back with trembling thumbs: “you’re so fucking mean… I’m coming home right now. Gonna make you regret teasing me like this.”

Your reply is instant: a final nude, you lying on your back with your legs pulled up to your chest, pussy on full display, fingers spreading yourself wide so he can see how ready and open you are. “good boy, door’s unlocked. come use your pretty girlfriend’s cunt however you want… but only if you can stay quiet when I sit on your face and make you clean up all the mess you caused.”

Choso groans out loud in the hallway, drawing a few weird looks, but he doesn’t care. He’s already halfway home, cock aching, mind filled with nothing but the thought of burying his face between your thighs and finally, finally getting to taste the pussy that’s been torturing him all morning.

You push Choso back onto the bed the second he walks through the door, still wearing his hoodie from class. He barely has time to drop his bag before you’re climbing over him, knees planted on either side of his head, skirt already hiked up around your waist. No panties. Just your bare, dripping cunt hovering inches above his face.

“Baby wait—” he starts, eyes wide, but you cut him off by lowering yourself right onto his mouth.

“Shh. Sit there and take it,” you murmur, grinding your slick pussy against his lips. You settle your full weight down, smothering him completely, your soft thighs squeezing the sides of his head. His nose presses into your mound, mouth forced open under your heat. “You’ve been hard all day because of me. Now you’re going to eat this cunt like a good boy until I say stop.”

Choso groans loudly into your folds, the sound vibrating straight through your clit. His hands fly up to grip your hips, but he doesn’t push you away. He pulls you closer instead, tongue dragging desperately through your soaked slit. You taste sweet and messy, still dripping from all the teasing you sent him earlier. He laps at you hungrily, sucking your folds into his mouth, nose buried so deep he can barely breathe.

You rock your hips slowly at first, riding his face like it’s your personal toy. “That’s it. Use that pretty tongue. You wanted this so bad, didn’t you? Sending you all those pictures… knowing your cock was leaking in class while I played with my pussy.”

He whimpers beneath you, muffled and broken. His tongue pushes inside your tight hole, fucking in and out as best he can while you smother him. You can feel his hot breath panting against your cunt, desperate little gasps whenever you lift just enough for him to steal air. Then you sink back down, grinding harder, clit rubbing over his tongue in tight circles.

“Fuck, Choso. Your face feels soooo good,” you moan, leaning forward to brace your hands on the headboard. Your hips move faster now, riding his mouth with wet, filthy sounds. Slick coats his chin, his cheeks, drips down to his neck. He’s making these desperate, sloppy noises, sucking and licking like he’ll die if he stops. “Don’t you dare stop. You’re going to make me cum all over your tongue.”

Choso’s fingers dig into the fat of your ass, spreading you wider so he can bury his face deeper. His cock strains painfully in his sweats, untouched and throbbing, but he doesn’t even try to touch himself. He just takes it. Takes every roll of your hips, every clench of your pussy against his mouth. When you start bouncing lightly, smothering him in short, rough grinds, his moans turn into frantic, muffled cries.

“You’re so fucking pathetic like this,” you tease, voice breathy and mean. “Lying there letting your girlfriend use your face. Can you even breathe, baby? Or is my cunt all you need?”

He shakes his head slightly, still devouring you, tongue flicking wildly over your swollen clit. His eyes are glassy and wet when you glance down, cheeks flushed dark red. You press down harder, completely smothering him for a few long seconds, feeling him twitch and struggle beneath you before lifting just enough to hear his ragged gasp.

“Good boy,” you purr, grinding your clit right against his tongue again. “Keep going. Make me cum. I wanna soak your whole face.”

Choso doubles his efforts, sucking your clit between his lips, tongue swirling fast and perfect. His hands knead your ass, pulling you down whenever you try to ease up. He’s completely lost in it, moaning nonstop into your pussy, the vibrations pushing you closer and closer.

You ride his face harder, thighs trembling around his head, until the pleasure snaps tight inside you. “Fuck— aaaah... Choso im cummin'—”

Your orgasm crashes over you, pussy clenching and gushing all over his tongue. You grind down through it, smothering him completely while you shake and moan, flooding his mouth with your release. He drinks every drop, licking you clean like he’s starving, soft desperate whimpers still vibrating against your sensitive folds.

When you finally lift off, his face is a shiny mess, lips swollen, eyes dazed and adoring. He gasps for air, chest heaving, but his tongue still darts out to chase any drop he missed.

You smile down at him, stroking his wet hair. “We’re not done yet. Catch your breath… then I’m sitting back down. You’re going to keep eating this pussy until I can’t cum anymore.”

Choso just nods weakly, voice hoarse. “Yes… please. Use me. I want it all.” His cock twitches hard in his pants, leaking steadily, ready for whatever mean thing you do to him next.

He stuttered mid sentence, eyes widening in surprise as your thumb traced the shape of his mouth. The soft pink color, the perfect curve, it held you there longer than you meant. Satoru stopped talking altogether, letting you have your way like the good boy he could be when he wanted.

You pressed a little firmer. "Open for me please toru..."

He did. Those pretty lips parted without hesitation. You slowly pushed your thumb inside, feeling the wet heat of his mouth close around it. His tongue gave an experimental lick, soft and curious. Then he started sucking, willingly, pulling you deeper with gentle pressure.

You smiled wide, then giggled, the sound bubbling up as your thumb sat fully in his mouth. The sight of Satoru like this, eyes locked on yours while he sucked, sent a warm thrill through you.

Feeling the semi-sharp press of his teeth around your thumb as well, he could definitely take chomp of your thumb right now with those huge teeth of his... Well, that's kinda morbid, you realized. You shook the thought away a millisecond after.

Eventually, you figured that was enough of your shenanigans and began to withdraw your thumb, slow and careful.

A whine left his lips the second you tried to pull away. Before you could react, his hand grabbed yours, holding it in place.

Your face screwed up in disbelief. "Uhh satoru let me have my thumb back please," you begged, voice half laugh, half protest.

He shook his head, that mischievous glint already sparking in his eyes. He took a deep pull, sucking harder, constricting the blood flow just enough to make it throb.

You winced, the pressure sharp and sudden. You slapped his chest with your free hand and huffed out, "Wtf."

Satoru smiled around your thumb, eyes crinkling with pure mischief. Oh he was doing this on purpose. You could see it all over his face.

You groaned softly at the mix of sensations, and he moaned in response, the vibration travelling straight through your thumb. That was when you froze up. "You're hurting me toru..." A little frown tugged at your lips, genuine now.

He stopped immediately. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he pulled off your thumb, releasing it with a wet pop. The digit was red and throbbing, sensitive from his attention.

You stared at the state of it, turning your hand to inspect the mark he left. Satoru chuckled low, voice teasing. "Now you know what it feels like when I tell you to stop sucking my dick and you don't..."

You side eyed him hard, then turned away completely, holding your abused thumb close to your heart. "You've lost getting your dick sucked privileges," you murmured under your breath, dramatic and playful all at once.

But Satoru was already cuddling up behind you, long arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you back against his chest. He peppered soft kisses along your cheek, warm and insistent, murmuring sweet little apologies between each one. His breath tickled your skin, making it hard to stay fake mad.

"I know...He started, "Let me do that to your clit next time baby... I'm sure you'd love that..."

Your cunt throbbed at the lewd thought now building in your head, heat rushing through you so fast it left you blushing deep. He laughed softly, knowing he was right, the sound rumbling against your back like a promise.

You shifted in his hold, trying to hide the way your body reacted, but Satoru just held you tighter. His fingers traced lazy circles on your hip now, dipping lower every few passes, teasing the edge of where you wanted him most. The room felt warmer, the air thicker with that familiar tension only he could spark so easily.

He nuzzled into your neck, lips brushing your ear. "C'mon, don't be like that. You started it with your little... game." His voice dropped lower, playful but edged with heat. "Fair's fair, right?"

You bit your lip, fighting a smile even as your thighs pressed together. The ache between them was growing, undeniable after his words and the way he still smelled so good, felt so solid against you. His hand smoothed over your hips now, with more intent, squeezing firm and pulling your ass back against his growing boner, just enough to pull a soft gasp from you.

Satoru hummed in satisfaction, kissing along your jaw now. Every touch built on the last, turning the lazy cuddle into something hungrier. You could feel him getting harder against your backside, the evidence pressing insistently as he rocked closer.

"See? Your body's already saying yes," he whispered, nipping lightly at your earlobe. His free hand slid up under your shirt, palm warm on your stomach, inching higher until his fingers brushed the underside of your breast.

You arched into it without thinking, breath catching. The earlier playfulness mixed with this new heat left you dizzy in the best way. Your thumb still tingled, a reminder of his mouth, and now all you could imagine was that same mouth somewhere much lower.

He rolled you gently onto your back, hovering above you with that signature smirk. Blue eyes sparkled with mischief and want as he looked down at your flushed face. "Gonna make it so good for you, baby. Just like you did with my mouth... only wetter."

His head dipped, lips claiming yours in a slow, deep kiss that stole your breath. Tongues tangled, and you tasted a hint of yourself on him from earlier. It made everything feel dirtier, hotter. Your hands found his hair, tugging lightly as he kissed you like he had all the time in the world but wanted to devour you anyway.

When he pulled back, both of you breathing heavier, he trailed kisses down your neck, your collarbone, pushing your shirt up as he went. Every inch of skin he exposed got attention, soft licks and gentle bites that left you squirming.

Lower and lower he moved, until his shoulders settled between your thighs. He looked up at you through those white lashes, eyes dark with promise. "Tell me if it's too much," he murmured, but the grin said he already knew you'd be begging for more. Hooking his long fingers into your shorts and tugging it down along with your panties. The cotton sticky as he peeled it off your cunt, messy with your slick.

His breath ghosted over your dripping pussy, making you twitch. Then his mouth was on you, tongue tracing slow and savouring, just like he'd done with your thumb. The wet heat, the suction, the way he groaned against your folds like he was the one being spoiled. It was overwhelming in the best way.

You moaned his name, hips lifting, and Satoru held you down gently, one arm draped over your waist. He took his time, licking and sucking with that same focused intensity he'd used earlier. Every flick sent sparks up your spine. Your fingers tightened in his hair, guiding him without words.

He pulled back just enough to speak, voice husky. "Taste so fucking good. Could do this all night." Then he dove back in, adding a finger, curling it perfectly while his lips sealed around your clit, nursing your clit with ferocity, sucking it till it throbbed.

The build was fast and intense. Your thighs shook around his head, breath coming in short gasps. He hummed in encouragement, the vibration pushing you closer to the edge. That mischievous glint never left his eyes as he watched you fall apart for him.

When you came, it hit hard, pleasure crashing through you in waves. Satoru didn't stop, licking you through it until you were whimpering and oversensitive, gently pushing at his shoulders.

He finally pulled away, lips shiny and swollen, looking far too pleased with himself. Climbing back up your body, he kissed you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. "Told you you'd love it," he whispered against your mouth, settling between your legs with clear intent.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, still catching your breath, heart racing from the high. The playful fight from earlier felt like a distant memory now, replaced by this warm, needy closeness. Satoru pressed against you, hard and ready, but he waited, nuzzling your cheek with more soft kisses.

"Love messing with you like this," he admitted quietly, voice full of affection. "But mostly... love making you feel good."

You smiled, pulling him closer, ready for whatever came next in this lazy, heated afternoon together. His thumb brushed your lip this time, mirroring your earlier move, and you both laughed softly before the kisses deepened again.

Your blazer hangs half-off one shoulder now, white shirt slightly untucked and wrinkled from leaning over spreadsheets and biting back frustration.

You don’t even make it past the living room before you see him.

Toji’s spraaawled- across the couch like he owns every inch of the leather— shirtless, skin glistening with a faint sheen of sweat from the sticky summer heat that’s been suffocating the apartment all day. 

Those grey sweats hang obscenely low on his narrow hips, the deep V of his pelvis disappearing beneath the waistband, happy trail dark and damp. One thick forearm is slung over the back of the couch, the other lazily cradling a half-empty glass of something amber. 

Ice clinks when he tilts his head toward you, moss-green eyes dragging slow and deliberate from your stockinged toes all the way up to your flushed, tired face.

“Long day, huh, doll?” His voice is low, rough around the edges like gravel wrapped in velvet. That smug little curl at the corner of his scarred mouth already tells you he knows exactly how wrecked you are.

You don’t answer right away— just let your shoulders sag, let the blazer finally slip off completely and puddle on the floor behind you. Your fingers fumble with the top button of your shirt, popping it open because suddenly the collar feels like it’s choking you.

“Mmhm,” you mumble, voice small. “Really fuckin’ hard.”

Toji sets the glass down on the coffee table with a quiet clink. Doesn’t stand yet. Just watches you with that lazy, predatory patience he’s so good at.

“C’mere then, babygirl,” he drawls, patting one meaty thigh. “Look at you… all dolled up and droopin’. My poor lil office princess had to play grown-up all day, huh?”

You shuffle closer on autopilot, heels long forgotten somewhere behind you. The stockings whisper against each other with every step. When you’re finally within reach he reaches out slow n deliberate aaand- hooks two thick fingers into the waistband of your skirt and tugs you the last few inches until your knees bump the edge of the couch cushion between his spread legs.

“Was it real bad?” he coos, tilting his head like he’s genuinely asking, even though that glint in his eye says he’s already half-hard just from the sight of you like this— still half-professional, half-undone, needy in a way only he ever gets to see. “Tell daddy.”

You swallow. Your throat feels dry. “Meetings… emails… people being stupid… I just— I need…”

“Shhh.” He cuts you off gently, thumb brushing the inside of your wrist where your pulse is hammering. “I know, I know. You need rest, yeah? Need someone to take care of my tired lil girl so she doesn’t have to think anymore.”

His other hand slides up the back of your thigh, rough palm dragging over the sheer cream nylon, squeezing the plush meat right under the curve of your ass. You sway forward instinctively.

“Need to be taken apart real slow first, though,” he murmurs, voice dropping even lower. “Can’t have you passin’ out all wound up like this… that’s no good, mama.”

You whimper— barely audible, but he hears it. Always does.

Toji’s smirk softens into something almost sweet. Almost.

“Turn around f’me, pretty.”

You do. Legs shaky. Heart thudding loud in your ears.

He doesn’t rush. Just lets his big hands map you from behind— palms smoothing up your hips, thumbs hooking under the high waistband of the skirt and dragging it inch by torturous inch over the swell of your ass until the fabric bunches at your waist like a belt. The cool air hits the damp cotton of your panties and you shiver.

“Fuck… look at these legs,” he groans, more to himself than you. Fingers trace the lace tops of your stockings, then slide higher, cupping your asscheeks and spreading them just enough to make you arch. 

“Been thinkin’ about bendin’ you over this couch since you left this mornin’… knew you’d come home lookin’ like sin wrapped in office clothes.”

He leans forward, hot breath ghosting the small of your back through the thin white shirt still clinging to you.

“Hands on the backrest, baby. Right there. Good girl.”

You brace yourself, palms flat against the cool leather, ass presented like an offering. Toji hums approvingly— low and pleased. One hand stays splayed on your lower back, keeping you arched just how he likes, while the other slips between your thighs from behind. Thick fingers pet over the soaked cotton, slow circles that make your knees buckle.

“S’wet already… poor thing,” he coos again, voice dripping mock sympathy. “All that stress sittin’ right here, huh? Daddy’s gonna fuck it outta you… make you nice n’ stupid so you can sleep good tonight.”

He doesn’t pull your panties down yet. Just keeps rubbing— lazy n firm, until the fabric is clinging transparently to your folds and you’re rocking back against his hand without meaning to.

“Toji…” Your voice cracks. Small and needy.

“Yeah, babygirl?” He presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the back of your thigh, right above the stocking line. Teeth graze. “Use your words. Tell me what my exhausted lil princess needs.”

You bite your lip so hard you taste copper.

“Need… need you inside,” you whisper. “Please. Been thinking about it all day… just- just wanna feel full. Wanna stop thinking.”

He groans deep and gutturally— like your words punched him right in the gut.

“That’s my good girl.”

Finally, finally— he hooks the soaked cotton to the side, exposing you completely. You hear the rustle of his sweats being shoved down, the wet slap of his heavy cock against his palm as he gives himself a few rough strokes.

“Gonna take it slow at first,” he promises, even though his voice is wrecked. “Gonna open you up nice… let you feel every inch while I kiss that pretty neck… then I’m gonna fuck you stupid, yeah? Pound all that tension right outta this greedy little cunt till you’re cryin’ my name.”

The blunt head nudges your soft n sappin hole, with his globular thick head, pink tinged tip leaking glossy drops of pre onto your needy lil slit..

You push back instinctively.

“Uh-uh.” His hand clamps down on your hip, stilling you. “Let daddy do the work tonight. You just stay right there… be my sweet, tired baby… and take it.”

He sinks in one torturously slow inch of his veined length-

Then another.

And another.

Until your thighs are trembling and your arms are shaking and all you can do is whimper his name like a prayer.

Toji leans over you, chest to your back, scarred lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“There we go… that’s it, mama… let it all go. Daddy’s home now.”

And then he starts to move.

Slow.

Deep.

Relentless.

Just like you needed.

Toji’s palm is massive under your cheek, rough and warm, scarred knuckles cradling the side of your face like it’s something fragile even though he’s currently splitting you open on the fattest cock you’ve ever taken. 

Your head lolls heavy into the cradle of his hand, cheek smushed soft against the meat of it, lips parted on little wet, mindless puffs of breath. Every slow, deliberate roll of his hips makes your lashes flutter, makes a thin string of drool slip from the corner of your mouth and drip down his wrist.

He doesn’t wipe it away.

Just lets it happen— lets you make a pretty little mess while he watches your face with those half-lidded moss-green eyes, smug and starving all at once.

“Fuuuck… look at my girl,” he rasps, voice gravel-thick and wrecked. “All fuzzy-headed n’ droolin’ already… s’cute. S’so fuckin’ cute how you go dumb the second daddy’s inside this greedy little cunt.”

Another deep, lazy grind of his pelvis flush to your ass now, pubic bone kissing your clit with every tiny circle he makes. You whine, high and broken, hips twitching like you can’t decide if you want to run from the stretch or chase it harder. 

The cream coating his shaft is so— thick, the glossy rings of it clinging to every veiny inch he pulls out, only to smear right back in when he sinks deep again. 

Your pussy flutters helplessly around him, trying to suck him deeper, trying to keep him, and he groans low in his throat like the sound punched straight out of his soul.

“God… feel that?” He drags out slow— sooo slow— until just the swollen, flushed head is stretching your glossy entrance, letting you feel the obscene pop of his ridge catching on your rim before he feeds it back in, inch by torturous inch. “Feel how tight you are, babygirl? S’like this pussy’s tryna milk me dry… tryna keep every drop right where it belongs.”

Your mind is cotton-soft, thoughts melting into syrupy little fragments—Toji… full… so full… daddy nghh… please…—but your body knows exactly what it wants. You arch your back deeper, knees spreading wider on the couch cushions, ass lifting just enough to present yourself like the needy little thing you are.

He growls- actualy growls- low in his chest, rumbling against your spine.

“Yeahhh… that’s it. Spread for me, mama. Open that pretty ass up… lemme see.”

Thick fingers dig into the plush of your cheeks, spreading you wide— wide enough that the cool air kisses your soaked folds, wide enough that he can watch the way your sappy little hole clenches and flutters around nothing for a heartbeat before he bullies his way back inside. The wet schlick of it is filthy, loud in the quiet apartment, and you sob softly into his palm.

“Shhh… shhh, I got you,” he coos, lips brushing the shell of your ear, hot breath fanning over your skin. “Daddy’s got his tired lil princess… gonna play with this achy clit till you’re shakin’, yeah? Gonna make her cream all over my cock while I fuck you nice n’ deep.”

His free hand snakes around your hip, middle finger finding your swollen clit without hesitation, already so puffy and sensitive from the grind of his hips earlier. He doesn’t rub fast. Doesn’t rush. Just presses slow, firm circles, lazy little loops that match the drag of his cock inside you, making your thighs tremble and your toes curl against the leather.

“Fuck… she’s throbbin’ so hard,” he murmurs, almost reverent. “Poor lil thing’s been achin’ all day, huh? Waitin’ for daddy to come home n’ take care of her… bet she was drippin’ under that tight skirt at your desk, thinkin’ about this fat cock stretchin’ er open.”

You try to answer— try to say yes yes yes daddy please— but all that comes out is a garbled, drooly whimper, more spit slipping past your lips to pool in the dip of his palm. He chuckles low, dark, the sound vibrating through your back where his chest is pressed flush to you.

“Aw, baby… can’t even talk anymore? S’okay… don’t need words. Just need you to feel it. Feel how deep I am… feel how full you are… feel how much daddy loves ruinin’ this perfect little pussy.”

He picks up the tiniest bit of speed he's not pounding your clenchin’ pussy yet, s'not wrecking you all the way— just enough to make the wet slap slap slap of skin on skin echo softly, just enough to make your eyes roll back under heavy lids. 

His finger on your clit never stops its steady, maddening circles, occasionally dipping lower to gather more of your slick and smear it over the sensitive bud until you’re bucking weakly, chasing the friction.

“Look at all this cream,” he groans, pulling out halfway just to watch the thick, glossy strands connect his cock to your fluttering hole before he sinks back in with a filthy squelch. “Makin’ such a mess for me… gonna have to clean you up with my tongue later, yeah? Lick every drop outta this sweet cunt till you’re cryin’ again.”

Your whole body shudders at the thought— head lolling harder into his hand, drool slicking his fingers now, soft little hiccuping moans spilling out every time he bottoms out and grinds against that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes.

Toji leans down, scarred lips brushing your temple, your cheek, the corner of your slack mouth— tastin’ the mess you’re making without a hint of hesitation.

“My good girl,” he whispers, voice cracking with something dangerously close to adoration. “My pretty, tired, fucked-out baby… gonna fill you up so good tonight. Gonna fuck all that stress right outta you till you’re sleepin’ like an angel… full of daddy’s cum, nice n’ warm.”

He circles your clit a little faster now, still not brutal, still careful but enough to make your hips jerk, enough to make your pussy clamp down so tight he hisses through his teeth.

“Fuck— there she goes… squeezin’ me like a vice. You close already, huh? Gonna cum all pretty for daddy while I’m buried balls-deep?”

You can’t answer. Can only sob his name— Toji Toji Toji —muffled against his palm, tears of pleasure slipping down your cheeks to mix with the drool.

He kisses them away, soft and slow, even as his hips keep that deep, rolling rhythm.

“That’s it… let go for me, babygirl. Cum on this cock… make a fuckin’ mess… show daddy how much you needed this.”

And when you finally shatter your back arching, thighs shaking, pussy pulsing and gushing around him in hot, slick waves— he doesn’t stop. Just keeps fucking you through it, slow and deep, finger still working lazy circles on your oversensitive clit until you’re whimpering, oversensitive and boneless in his hold.

“Thaaat’s my girl,” he murmurs, lips pressed to your sweaty hairline. “So good haah… so fuckin’ perfect… daddy’s not done with you yet, though.”

He grinds in deep n holds it there and lets you feel every thick, throbbing inch while your aftershocks ripple around him.

“Gonna keep you right here… nice n’ full… till you can’t remember what a hard day even feels like.”

Toji doesn’t let you come down, not even a little.

The second your body stops trembling from that first shattering orgasm, he’s already moving. His strong arms scooping under your thighs, flipping your boneless, fucked-out frame like you weigh nothing. Your back hits the couch cushions with a soft whump, legs splayed wide, stockings still clinging to your thighs like a second skin, creamy lace tops now wrinkled and damp from sweat and slick.

He looms over you instantly, his big, broad, sweat-slick chest heaving, scarred lips parted on heavy breaths. Those moss-green eyes lock onto yours, dark and molten, drinking in every dazed little detail: the way your lashes are clumped with tears, the drool still shining on your chin, the way your lips stay parted like you forgot how to close them.

“Fuck… there’s my pretty girl,” he rasps, voice wrecked and reverent all at once. “Been dyin’ to see this face up close while I ruin you.”

His hands are everywhere now gentle but greedy. First he reaches for the crumpled white shirt still half-tucked into your skirt, buttons long since popped open in the haze. He doesn’t bother with finesse; just rips the rest of it apart with a low growl, fabric tearing softly until it falls away in useless scraps. 

Then the bra, that annoying little thing, black lace that’s been digging into your ribs all day. He hooks two thick fingers under the front band and yanks, hooks snapping like they’re nothing. Your heavy tits spill free all soft n full, nipples already pebbled tight from the cool air and the way he’s been starin’ at em.

Toji groans deep in his chest, like the sight punched the air right out of him.

“Goddamn… look at these,” he murmurs, palms sliding up your ribs to cup them rougher, his thumbs brushing slow, teasing circles over the sensitive peaks until you arch and whimper. “So fuckin’ perfect… been bouncin’ under that shirt all day, huh? My poor baby hidin’ these from me.”

He leans down, scarred mouth latching onto one nipple— hot & wet. Suction that makes your back bow off the couch. Tongue flicks, teeth graze just enough to sting, then soothe with slow, lazy licks until you’re squirming, thighs trying to close around his hips.

But he’s not having that.

Toji hooks your knees over the crooks of his elbows and lifts, folds you in half in one smooth motion until your ankles are up by your ears, pussy presented open and dripping right in front of his face. 

The mating press is oh so filthy-sweet intimacy and devastating. Your tits squish against your chest, tummy soft and rounded from the way he’s got you bent, skirt still bunched uselessly around your waist like a belt.

He stares down at where you’re stretched around nothing, your puffy, glossy folds glistening, clit swollen and throbbing from his earlier attention. A thick bead of your own cream slides down toward your ass and he catches it with the pad of his thumb, smears it back up over your entrance like he’s painting you.

“Fuck… she’s still soakin’,” he breathes, almost to himself. “Still hungry for more, huh, mama?”

You nod— small n frantic your pretty eyes glassed over and locked on his face because he told you to look at him and you’re too far gone to disobey.

Toji lines himself up again fat, flushed head nudging your sappy little hole, already leaking thick strings of pre that drip down your folds and mix with your own mess. He doesn’t push in right away. Just lets the blunt tip kiss your entrance, lets you feel the heat, the stretch starting before he’s even inside.

“Eyes on me, babygirl,” he coos, voice soft but commanding. “Wanna see every little thing that happens to this pretty face when daddy slides back in.”

You whimper high n needy, your small fingers scrabbling at his forearms where they cage you in.

He sinks in slow— sooo slow —watching your expression the whole time. Your brows pinch, mouth falls open on a silent gasp, eyes fluttering like you’re about to pass out from how good it feels. Inch after thick inch disappears inside you until his hips are flush to your ass again, balls pressed tight against your skin, pubic bone grinding right over your clit.

The bulge is immediately there stretching you from the inside where his thick cock rests, unmistakably. Right there under your navel, a perfect outline of it pressing up against the soft skin of your tummy. Toji’s eyes darken, pupils blown wide.

“Fuck… there it is,” he groans, one big hand sliding down to palm the swell. “Feel that, pretty? Feel how deep daddy is? Stretchin’ this tight little pussy all the way up… makin’ her take every fuckin’ inch.”

He rocks into you, it's just tiny, shallow thrusts at first like he's all but lazily doing it on purpose, but enough to make the bulge shift under his palm, enough to make you sob softly every time the fat head drags over that spot inside that makes your toes curl.

“Look at her… sappy n’ glossed n’ grippin’ me like she never wants me to leave.” His thumb traces the outline again slow, possessive circles that match the lazy grind of his hips. “So fuckin’ tight… so creamy… gonna paint this tummy from the inside, baby. Gonna fill you up till you’re leakin’ me for days.”

You can’t speak— can only mewl his name, tears slipping down your temples, hands clutching at his wrists like they’re the only thing keeping you tethered. Your pussy flutters helplessly around him, squeezing hard and pulsing, trying to pull him deeper even though he’s already buried to the hilt.

Toji leans down, his forehead pressing to yours, noses brushing, breaths mingling in hot little pants.

“My good girl… my sweet, tired, perfect lil princess,” he whispers, lips ghosting over yours. “Gonna cum inside you now… gonna flood this pretty cunt till she’s overflowin’. You ready for daddy’s load, mama? Ready to feel me deep?”

You nod frantically and desperate— clit throbbing against his pelvis, walls spasming every time he grinds in that perfect little circle.

He kisses you then, slow n filthy, his tongue sliding against yours while his hips finally pick up speed. Not brutal, still controlled thrusts that still fucks in deep, enough to make the wet slap slap slap echo again, enough to make your tits bounce with every thrust, enough to make that bulge shift and press harder under his palm.

“Fuck— here it comes,” he growls against your mouth. “Gonna— ngh— fill you up, baby… take it all… take every thick drop…”

His cock throbs painful and swells inside you deliciously then pulses hard, hot ropes of cum erupting deep inside you, painting your walls, flooding your womb until you can feel the warmth spreading, until it’s too much and it starts to leak out around his shaft in creamy white rivulets.

Toji doesn’t pull out.

Just stays buried, grinding in slow, lazy circles, your cunt milking every last spurt while his hand stays splayed over your tummy, feeling the way you flutter and clench around the mess he’s made.

“Thaaat’s it… good girl… so full now, huh?” He kisses your forehead, your cheeks, the corner of your slack maw soft, gentle, adoring. “My pretty baby… all relaxed n’ stuffed… no more hard day, yeah? Just daddy’s cum keepin’ you warm.”

He stays like that, his cock softening inside you but still thick enough to plug every drop in, arms wrapping around your folded body, holding you close while your breathing slowly evens out.

“Sleep now, mama,” he murmurs into your hair, lips brushing your temple. “Daddy’s got you… ain’t lettin’ go.”

And for the first time all day, you finally feel like you can breathe.

Toji doesn’t pull out— not even an inch.

He stays buried deep, cock still thick and heavy inside you even as it softens just enough to let the warmth of his cum settle, thick and sticky, painting every fluttery inch of your walls. 

Your legs are still hooked over his elbows in that filthy-sweet mating press, knees pressed to your tits, body folded small and open beneath his massive frame. The couch creaks softly under the combined weight of you both, leather warm and slick from sweat and everything else you’ve already spilled.

His big hands slide from your tummy— where he was just feeling that perfect little bulge he made— to cradle the sides of your face instead. Thumbs brush away the last shiny trails of tears and drool, gentle in a way that makes your chest ache even sweeter than the stretch ever did.

He leans in slow, nose brushing yours first, then lips ghosting over your cheek, your jaw, until he finds the soft, sensitive skin right under your ear.

“Mmm… missed you, pretty girl,” he murmurs, voice low and rough like he’s confessing a secret. Hot breath fans over your neck, making you shiver even though your whole body feels like molten honey right now. “All fuckin’ day… thinkin’ about my baby comin’ home lookin’ like that. Tired. Needy. All mine.”

His scarred lips press there, soft at first, just a warm, lingering kiss. Then another. And another. Open-mouthed now, slow drags of his tongue tasting the salt on your skin, the faint trace of your perfume still clinging under the sex and sweat. He sucks gently, not bruising, just enough to pull a tiny whimper from your slack mouth, then soothes it with a flat, lazy lick.

“Missed this neck,” he breathes against it, nuzzling deeper, nose dragging along the curve until he’s buried in the crook where your pulse hammers wild and fast. “Missed the way you smell when you’re all worked up… missed hearin’ these little sounds you make when I kiss right… here.”

Another soft mwah— loud and deliberate, playful almost, the way he always gets when he’s feeling extra soft after wrecking you. His hips give the tiniest rock, just a shallow grind, stirring his cum inside you without really thrusting— enough to make your pussy flutter weakly around him, enough to draw a low, pleased groan from deep in his chest.

“Fuck… happy you’re home, mama,” he whispers, lips trailing higher now, kissing along your jawline, the corner of your mouth, then finally catching your lips in something slow and deep and syrupy. 

Tongue slides against yours lazy, tasting the remnants of your earlier drool, the faint salt of your tears. He kisses you like he’s drinking you in like he’s been starving for it.

When he pulls back just enough to breathe, his forehead rests heavy against yours, eyes half-lidded and moss-green and so fucking soft it almost hurts to look at.

“Been waitin’ all day to do this,” he says quietly, one hand slipping back down to palm your tummy again, gentler this time, thumb tracing lazy circles over the faint swell where he’s still plugged inside you. “Just… hold my girl. Feel her all warm n’ full n’ relaxed. No more bullshit emails, no more assholes at your desk. Just you n’ me… right here.”

You manage a tiny, wrecked sound— half sob, half sigh —turning your face into his palm when he cups your cheek again.

Toji kisses your temple, soft and lingering.

“Shhh… I know, baby. I know it was hard. But you’re home now. Daddy’s got you.” Another kiss to your neck, right over your racing pulse. “Gonna keep you right here… nice n’ cozy… till you fall asleep with me still inside. No rush. No nothin’. Just us.”

His free hand finds yours, fingers lacing tight, thumb rubbing slow over your knuckles like he’s memorizing the shape of them.

“Missed you so goddamn much,” he repeats, quieter this time, almost like he’s talking to himself. Lips brush your ear again, voice dropping to that gravelly whisper that always makes your insides melt. “My pretty lil office princess… comin’ home to me lookin’ like sin n’ exhaustion all wrapped up in one. Fuck… makes me wanna keep you in bed for days. Spoil you. Fuck you slow. Feed you. Hold you till you forget what the outside world even is.”

He rocks, just the tiniest bit again— enough to make you gasp softly, enough to make a fresh trickle of his cum leak out around his base and drip warm down your ass.

“See that?” he murmurs, smirking just a little against your neck. “Still leakin’ me… good. Means you’re keepin’ daddy nice n’ warm inside. Gonna stay like this a while, yeah? Let it all soak in… let you feel how much I missed fillin’ you up.”

Another string of kisses, across your neck, collarbone, the soft swell of one tit— each one slower than the last, each one saying I’m here, I’ve got you, you’re safe, you’re loved without needing words.

He finally eases your legs down from where they were folded— careful, gentle —until they’re draped loose around his waist instead. Still connected. Still full. But now he can wrap both arms around you proper— big, scarred hands splaying over your back, pulling you flush to his chest so your heartbeat thumps right against his.

“Sleep if you want, babygirl,” he whispers into your hair, lips pressing one last mwah to your forehead. “Or just stay right here… listenin’ to my heart. Feelin’ mine beat for you. Either way… you ain’t goin’ nowhere tonight.”

He nuzzles closer, nose in your hair, arms tightening like he never wants to let go.

“Welcome home, pretty… daddy missed his girl so fuckin’ much.”

And in the quiet that follows— just the soft sound of your breathing syncing up, the faint wet pulse of where you’re still joined, the steady thud of his heart under your cheek, you finally let the last of the day slip away.

Because he’s right.

You’re home.

ಇ.author's note: reuploaded from @!torusbabe

The note was short and honest and practically all you.

“since you’re always talking, here’s something from me<3 you make everything feel special. like i didn’t even know i was missing anything until you showed up and looked at me like that. i love the way you laugh when you think you’re being clever. i love the way you go quiet when you’re actually nervous. i love the way you always reach for me first. i love you. that’s all. – your favourite distraction”

He found it in the middle of changing. He pulled the hoodie over his head and felt something crinkle. Stopped. Pulled the note out. Stared at it. Blinked. And melted.

He fell back onto his bed like he'd been shot. Still clutching the letter in one hand while the other blindly reached for a pillow to scream into. The fabric muffled his groan. His cheeks burned hot. He read it once. Then again. Then again. Mouth pressed to the pillow. Hoodie still half on. Eyes wide and dazed and so fucking in love he couldn't breathe.

The words sank into him deep. Every line felt like your hands on his skin. Like your voice whispering against his ear in the dark. He pressed the note to his chest. Heart hammering wildly. The boy who left sticky notes everywhere. The one who hoarded your lip balm and a single sock and bracelet like treasures. Now he held this. Proof you saw him. All of him.

Later, when you came over, he didn't say anything right away. The moment you walked in, he pulled you into a kiss, not a hug. Long and deep, anchoring you. His hands cupped your face like you might disappear. Lips moving slowly at first, then hungry. Tongue sliding against yours with a desperation that made your knees weak.

You laughed into it, a little breathless. Pulling back just enough to ask. “What was that for?”

He just mumbled against your mouth. “I’m gonna frame that note. Sleep with it under my pillow. Tattoo it on my chest.”

You rolled your eyes. Fondness swelling in your chest. “You cried, didn’t you?”

“I emotionally blushed, which is worse.”

You kissed him again, just to make it better. Just to feel what it was like to be loved back that hard.

His dorm room felt smaller with the intensity between you. Clothes came off in a heated rush. Your hoodie. His shirt. The stolen one you had slipped the note into now lay discarded on the floor. He lifted you onto his bed. Hands roaming everywhere. Tracing your thighs. Gripping your hips. Pulling you close until there was nothing between you but heat and need.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered. Voice rough as he kissed down your neck. Teeth grazing your collarbone. “That note. Fuck. I read it ten times and couldn't stop.”

You arched into him. Fingers threading through his white hair. Tugging gently. “Good. You leave me filthy ones all the time. Thinking about my mouth. My thighs. Now you know how it feels.”

He groaned. Low and needy. Mouth closing over your breast. Tongue swirling until you moaned his name. His hand slid between your legs. Fingers teasing, finding you already wet and ready. He stroked slow, deliberately drawing it out until your hips bucked against his touch.

“Satoru,” you gasped. Body trembling.

He kissed lower. Down your stomach. Between your thighs. That wicked tongue replacing his fingers. Lapping at you with devotion. Like he was savoring every sound you made. Your hands fisted the sheets. Pleasure building sharp and fast. He didn't stop until you came undone. Shuddering against his mouth. His name falling from your lips like a prayer.

He moved up then. Kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on him. His cock pressed hard against your thigh. You reached down. Stroked him slow. Feeling him twitch in your hand.

“Want you,” you murmured. “Now.”

He didn’t need telling twice. He pushed inside you in one smooth thrust. Both of you moaning at the feeling. He filled you perfectly. Deep and thick. Hips rolling in a rhythm that made stars burst behind your eyes. You wrapped your legs around him. Nails digging into his back.

Every thrust carried the weight of his love. The notes. The stolen things. The way he looked at you like you were his whole world. He whispered filthy praises between kisses. How tight you felt. How perfect. How he could stay buried in you forever.

You came again. Clenching around him. Pulling him over the edge with you. He spilled deep inside. Groaning your name. Body shuddering as he held you close.

Afterward you lay tangled together. Sweat cooling on your skin. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your bare back. The note sat on his nightstand now. Carefully smoothed out.

“You really kept all my little things,” you said softly. Thinking of the lip balm. The sock. The bracelet tucked in his drawer.

He smiled. Pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Every single one. They remind me you're real. That you chose me. And now this note. It is going in the collection too. Right at the top.”

You laughed. Nuzzling closer. “You’re such a sap.”

“Your sap,” he corrected. Voice warm. “The one who gets emotional and cry over your words.”

The rain started outside again. Soft and steady like so many afternoons before. You thought of baby pictures and childhood albums. Of all the versions of him you loved. The goofy. The restless. The endlessly loving man beside you now.

He reached for the note. Read it once more. Cheeks tinting pink even after everything you had just done. He covered his face with a pillow for a second. Mumbling something incoherent.

You pulled the pillow away. Kissed him slow and sweet. “I meant every word.”

“I know,” he whispered. Eyes shining. “That's why I'm losing my mind over it.”

You spent the night like that. Trading kisses. Sharing stories. Laughing about the notes that started it all. The dumb ones. The sweet ones. The filthy ones that left you flustered in lectures. His hand never left your skin. Reaching for you first. Just like you wrote.

In the quiet hours he pulled you on top of him again. Slower this time. Bodies moving together in the dark. Every touch reverent. Every moan laced with love. You rode him steady. Hands on his chest. Watching his face twist with pleasure. He gripped your hips. Guiding you. Whispering how much he loved you. How you made everything feel like home.

When you both came again it was together. Waves of bliss washing over you. Collapsing into each other afterward. Breath mingling. Hearts beating in sync.

He kept the note close. Tucked under his pillow as promised. A sacred thing. A piece of your heart now living in his space. Just like all the little pieces of you he had collected before.

You knew there would be more notes. More stolen hoodies. More moments like this. Filthy and sweet and everything in between. Because he was your favorite distraction. And you were his home.

The rain kept falling. Soft against the windows. Inside his arms you drifted off. Loved...wanted. Completely his. And he was completely yours. In every version. In every little note. Forever.

You stood there brushing your teeth when you spotted it. The handwriting was unmistakable.

“stop being so cute while brushing your teeth. it’s rude. also i can see your thighs through those shorts and i’m in hell. – Satoru, innocent victim of domestic arousal”

Heat flushed your cheeks. You scribbled “get help” on it in bold marker and stuck it to his mirror in retaliation the next time you were at his dorm. But that only made him worse.

The notes started appearing everywhere. Tucked into your bag before you left for class. Slipped between the pages of your textbooks. One even found its way into the pocket of your jacket. You pulled it out during a chilly walk across campus and nearly tripped over your own feet.

Some were sweet. Like the one you found pressed inside your favorite novel.

“if i die before you i want to haunt your dorm just to keep watching you sleep. don’t worry i’ll be hot about it. ghost nipples and all.”

You laughed out loud in the quiet library. Heads turned but you did not care. Satoru had a way of making even ridiculous things feel tender.

Some were dumb. One morning, you lifted your shampoo bottle in the shower, and a tiny note fluttered out from under it.

“your shampoo smells like heaven and now i’m emotionally dependent on it.”

You stood there under the warm spray smiling like an idiot. Water ran down your skin as you thought of him sniffing your hair every time he pulled you close. The memory made your stomach flutter.

Some went further. Much further.

One afternoon you unzipped your bag in the middle of a crowded lecture hall. A small slip of paper fell into your lap. You unfolded it under the desk.

“thinking about your mouth rn. no thoughts just that. also maybe ur thighs. but mostly ur mouth. – your supportive academic partner”

Your face burned. You crumpled it instantly then fished it back out two seconds later. Heart racing you shoved it into your pocket and tried to focus on the professor. But all you could picture was Satoru’s blue eyes dark with want. His hands on your thighs. His voice low in your ear.

You stormed into his dorm after class. The door clicked shut behind you. He sat at his desk barefoot. Reading something with those glasses slipping down his nose. White hair tousled like he had run his fingers through it too many times.

You held up the note.

He looked at it. Blinked. Then smiled slow like a cat caught knocking a glass off the counter.

“You weren’t supposed to find that one,” he said casually.

“You put it in the book I needed for class.”

“Exactly,” he said rising to meet you with all the faux innocence of a man completely guilty. “I was hoping you’d find it halfway through a lecture and get flustered in front of everyone.”

“You’re disgusting.”

He shrugged. “You knew this.”

“You’re lucky I like you.”

He grinned stepping in close. His hands slipped around your waist pulling you flush against him. “I’m lucky you love me,” he corrected voice low and fond.

The heat of his body seeped through your clothes. You narrowed your eyes but your hands already rested on his chest. Fingers curling into his shirt.

“Are there more notes hidden somewhere?”

“…define ‘somewhere.’”

You groaned pressing your forehead to his collarbone. He smelled like citrus and laundry and unmistakably him. His fingers traced slow circles on your lower back slipping just under the hem of your shirt. The touch sent sparks dancing across your skin.

“You’re going to get me in trouble one day,” you muttered.

“Only the good kind,” he promised. His lips brushed your temple then trailed lower. “Tell me you don’t like it.”

You didn't answer with words. Instead you tilted your head up and kissed him hard and hungry. The kind of kiss that made your knees weak. He responded instantly tongue sliding against yours. Hands roaming down to grip your thighs lifting you effortlessly until your legs wrapped around his waist.

He carried you to the bed. Notes forgotten for the moment. Clothes shed in a trail across the floor. His mouth found every sensitive spot on your neck. Your collarbone, then lower. You arched into him gasping his name as he worshipped you with lips and hands and that wicked tongue.

Later that night when you finally made it back to your own dorm the air felt cooler without him. You pulled off your hoodie to change. A note fluttered out from the sleeve landing on your bed.

“you’re my favorite thing i’ve ever touched. come back.”

You didn't even roll your eyes this time. Warmth spread through your chest. Heat pooled lower too as memories of his hands and mouth replayed in your mind. You grabbed your phone.

“on my way.”

You typed it quickly. Shoes already on and bag slung over your shoulder.

The walk back to his dorm felt electric. Campus lights cast long shadows. Your thighs still tingled from earlier. You could still taste him on your lips. Feel the ghost of his fingers gripping your hips as he moved inside you. Slow and deep then fast and desperate.

By the time you reached his door he already had it open and waiting. That same slow smile on his face.

“Took you long enough,” he teased pulling you inside.

You dropped your bag and kissed him again. Deeper this time. Clothes came off faster. He backed you against the wall hands sliding under your thighs to lift you. Your back hit the cool surface as he pressed close. Hard and ready against you.

“Been thinking about your mouth again,” he murmured between kisses. “Just like the note said.”

You laughed breathlessly. “Then shut up and let me show you.”

You sank to your knees right there. Took him in slow. Tongue swirling. Hands stroking. He groaned fingers threading through your hair. Head falling back against the wall. The sounds he made sent fresh heat rushing through you.

He didn't last long like that. Soon he had you on the bed again. Face down and ass aaalll the way up. Taking you from behind with long strokes that made you moan into the pillow. Every thrust pushed you closer. His hand reached around rubbing tight circles until you shattered around him. He followed right after spilling deep with your name on his lips.

Afterward you lay tangled together. Sweat cooling on your skin. His fingers tracing lazy patterns on your bare thigh.

“You really keep leaving these notes everywhere,” you said softly. Propping your chin on his chest.

He grinned unrepentant. “Can’t help it. Every time I see something of yours I want to remind you I’m thinking about you. Constantly.”

“Even the filthy ones?”

“Especially those.” His voice dropped. Hand sliding higher. “Like how I want your sexy thighs around my head again. Or my cock in your pretty mou-" You slapped his arm before he could finished the rest of that sentence. He rolled his eyes and pulled you in closer peppering kissing to your face and neck, which made you giggle in fits of laughter at his cute childishness.

After the giggles faded you pressed closer, his warmth and huge arms enveloping you, safe in his arms once again, your eyes heavy and sleep pulling you in, a soft little murmur of slurred words left your lips, something about him being "too insatiable".

He just placed a soft kiss to your forehead and retaliated with an assuring,“Only for you, babe. Always.”

Just like the last note said, you were his favorite thing. And he was yours.

Suguru was leaning against the doorway for a moment. His amethyst eyes tracing your figure. “You look better,” he said softly. “You look like the girl I always knew you to be.”

You glanced up at him, and you felt an ache in your chest hearing him say that. Honestly you didn't feel like yourself yet. A part of you still felt broken, cracks still remained even if you smiled more often now. You opened your mouth but nothing came out right away.

Suguru crossed the room in three long strides. His hands cupped your face with surprising gentleness and the warmth of his palms made your breath hitch.

“He never deserved you,” Suguru murmured. His thumbs brushed lightly over your cheeks. “You’re so much better than he ever was. Stronger. Kinder. Brighter than he could ever understand.”

Your eyes welled up without warning. Tears gathered at the corners and threatened to spill. The sincerity in his voice undid something deep inside your chest.

Suguru leaned in… slowly, his lips met yours in a kiss that started tender but quickly deepened. You tensed immediately at first, the feel of your best friend's soft lips sent a jolt of surprise through your body, then you fucking melted. Your hands found his shoulders and held on as the kiss grew intense.

He couldn't hold back. Suguru's feet shuffled you back towards the counter and his entire weight pressed you further in and kept you pinned in place. His body molding to yours, you felt the hard line of his cock pressing through his pants to your lower abdomen and heat pooled there quickly.

He pulled back suddenly, breathing now ragged. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, the words flew out. “I didn’t mean to— Fuck.”

His gaze dropped to the floor, eyes closing shut, you raised a hand and gently tilted his chin up with your fingers, voice soft but sure, cooing gently, “Hey, no, no…it's okay, please don't be sorry.”

Your eyes met his sincerely, the assurance and the way you made sure what just happened was okay… well fuck. That was all he needed. Suguru couldn't hold back any longer. 

He kissed you again and this time his hands wandered, sliding down your sides, fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants and tugging them down hurriedly along with your panties in one smooth motion. He was impatient to feel your precious cunt as cool air kissed your bare skin.

Veined supple fingers made their way down and immediately met the slick pooling between your thighs, a small gasp left your lips because his touch was electric. His eyes kept focused on your face for any miniscule reaction, savoring it all. 

“Feels good, pretty girl?” He asked, his voice awed with tender affection.

You gave a small nod in response. Pleased, then slowly he began to peel his fingers away from your cunt, the pads of his fingers nearly adhering to your sticky little clit that began throbbing the second the comfort of his fingers left.

Suguru gripped your waist as he gently turned you around, guiding you to face the counter, hooking a hand under your left thigh next and lifting it up to rest up high on the counter. This new position opened you to him completely. Suguru dropped to his knees right there, raven hair falling forward as he got face level with your pretty pussy, hunger forming in his violet eyes.

“I want to taste you,” he said, his warm breath ghosting over your inner thigh. 

“Let me taste you here baby, please. I want to take care of you.”

His fingers traced your folds slowly. You were already so wet. Slick coated his fingertips as he explored you with reverence. A soft moan slipped from your lips and Suguru smiled against your skin.

He leaned closer, a hand now firmly gripping under the fat of your ass spreading your plush cheek further apart while his tongue replaced his fingers. The first slow lick drew a gasp from you and he savored every inch, mouth working with patient skill. He circled your opening then dipped lower, tongue finding your cute clit. The sensations built quickly, you reached a hand back, fingers threading through his silky locks and your grip tightened.

Suguru groaned against you. The vibration sent sparks up your spine. Sliding finger into your pretty pussy while his tongue kept its rhythm. Then another… He curled them just right, your hips rocked toward his face, counter edge digging into your palms as you braced yourself.

Pleasure coiled tighter. His free hand gripped your thigh to hold you steady and he devoured you like a man starved. Every flick and suck meant to pull you closer to the edge. Your breaths came in short needy pants.

“So sweet,” he murmured against your pussy, as he pulled back to gaze at it for a second, then he nuzzled right back into your cunt again.

He doubled his efforts. Fingers thrusting deeper, while his tongue focused on your swollen clit with relentless precision. Suguru licked broad stripes up your folds, savoring every drop of your arousal. He sucked gently on your sensitive outer lips before spreading them wide with his thumbs, exposing you completely to his hungry stare.

“Such a pretty girl,” he praised, voice low and rough with need. “Look at this perfect pussy. So wet for me already. You taste so fucking good.”

You moaned his name like a prayer. “Suguru…” The sound spilled from your lips, needy and broken. Your hips twitched toward his face again. He rewarded you by spitting directly onto your entrance, watching the saliva mix with your slick. Then he fucked it into your hole with two thick fingers, curling them just right to stroke that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes.

He ate you out with devotion of a man, starved. Who finally was honoured with a cunt as delectable as yours…licking and sucking, spreading your pussy open wider so his tongue could delve deeper. Every filthy sound filled the kitchen. His raven hair brushed your thighs as he buried his face between your legs.

Suguru pulled your pussy lips into his mouth, sucking them with wet heat before tugging gently. The pressure built higher, your thighs trembling around his head. You were right there, teetering on the edge, when he let go with a sinful pop.

“So fucking sweet,” he groaned, lips glistening. “I could stay here forever, princess.”

You cried out in frustration. “Fuck, Suguru, please—” He had stopped right before you could tumble over. Your body ached with denied release, clit throbbing, cunt clenching around nothing.

He rose then, eyes dark with lust and affection. Strong hands gripped your waist. “Mhm, up you go, princess.” Suguru lifted you fully onto the counter now, like you weighed nothing. Your back arched instinctively as you spread your legs for him, offering everything. You pushed back just for him, desperately with want.

He pulled his sweats down in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, hard and heavy, the flushed head dribbling precum from the pinkish slit. It curved beautifully toward his stomach, veins pulsing along the thick length.

He slid two fingers back over your tender folds, gathering your wetness on his fingers, “God, so pretty,” he breathed, wrapping those slick covered fingers around himself. He slid the head along your soaked cunt, tapping it against your clit, wet sticky little sounds forming . The contact made you jolt. 

“This cock is yours now. Feel how hard you make me? mhng all for this pretty pussy.”

Suguru kept teasing, rubbing himself up and down your folds, coating every inch in your wetness. His free hand stroked along your skin, where thigh met ass, thumb brushing soothing circles even as his words turned filthy with praise. 

“You’re so beautiful, never thought I'd…fuck ever get to see you like this…ngh My good girl.”

Suguru soon realised your cunt was too tight for him. It was a struggle at first. He pressed forward slowly, the fat head of his cock stretching you open. “Ahh fuck, haah. Fuck so tight, princess,” he groaned, voice strained with pleasure. “Relax for me, pretty. Let me in.”

You breathed through it, body softening under his gentle commands. His fat cock pushed deeper. Your cunt felt so perfect around him, hot and slick, gripping every thick inch like it was made for this. He sank in further, filling you completely until his hips met yours.

Before he could start moving, your phone buzzed on the counter right beside you. Suguru reached for it without pulling out. His eyes narrowed when he saw the name. Your ex’s. A dark little smile curved his lips.

You were too focused on the stretch of his cock buried deep in your pussy to care. The delicious fullness made your head spin. Suguru thumbed the camera open on your phone.

“Pretty girl,” he murmured, voice low and coaxing. “You think you can move for me? Pretty please.”

You nodded, dazed with want. Your hips rolled back, ass pushing toward him as your cunt forced more of his cock inside. The angle let him sink even deeper. Suguru pressed record. The phone captured everything. Your soaked pussy trying to swallow his thick cock looked so obscene, lips stretched wide around his shaft, glistening with your arousal.

He kept the camera steady, angled perfectly. “How does it feel, baby?” he asked, praise dripping from every word. “You’re doing so good for me. Look at you taking my cock like that. Aaah ngh, yeah. Just like that.”

You fucked yourself faster on his cock. Your hips moving with growing confidence from his praise, sliding back and forth on his thick girth, chasing that perfect friction. Wet sounds filled the kitchen as you rode him on the counter. Each thrust pushed him deeper, making your tits bounce under your shirt.

Suguru groaned, free hand gripping your hip firmly to guide you. “Such a perfect pussy. haah… So greedy for me. Keep going, princess. Show me how well you take what's yours, hmm.”

His cock was being fucked sloppy. Your cunt took him deeper and deeper with every-each roll of your hips. The suction was tight and wet, pulling him in like your body refused to let go. Filthy sounds echoed in the kitchen as you rode him harder, slick coating his shaft and dripping down your thighs.

He'd recorded enough. Suguru placed your phone back on the counter, the screen still glowing with the frozen image of your stretched pussy. His eyes burning with hunger when he looked at your form, eyes tracing the arch of your back, down to your ass and then back to your cunt that was fucking every inch of his cock.

He grabbed onto your hips firmly with both hands now, pulling you back onto him. Then he started fucking you. Deep, powerful thrusts that knocked the breath from your lungs. Each snap of his hips drove his thick cock into your soaked cunt, hitting that sweet spot over and over.

“Fuck, princess. You feel aaah sooo incredible,” he praised, voice rough and low. “So tight and warm around me. This pussy’s mine now, right baby? mmhngh taking haah… every inch like a good girl.”

You moaned loudly, hands bracing on the counter as he pounded into you. Your body rocked with the force of his thrusts. Pleasure sparked through every nerve. Suguru leaned over you, chest pressed to your back. His nose delved into the curls of your hair and he took a deep inhale of the sweet smell of your shampoo savouring your smell, filling up his lungs to capacity with you. Lips brushed your ear as he got even closer, while he kept fucking you senseless.

“Look at you. So pretty when you fall apart on my cock,” he murmured. One hand slid around to rub your puffy clit in tight circles. “Come for me again, baby. Let me feel you squeeze me.”

The angle was perfect. His fat cock stretched you full while his fingers worked magic on your swollen clit. Your moans turning into desperate cries of his name. Suguru didn't slow down. No. He fucked you harder, praising you the whole time.

“My beautiful girl. You deserve this. You deserve to feel good. Let go for me.”

But the gears turned in Suguru's head and he pulled out slowly right after the words left his lips. The wet drag of his thick cock left you clenching around nothing. He turned you with strong hands until you faced him. Your eyes met his amethyst gaze. Heat burned there, hunger mixing with something softer. Something real.

He shoved your shirt up in one smooth motion. His large hand cupped your tit. Fingers kneading the soft flesh. His thumb brushed over your hardened nipple and you arched into his touch. A needy whimper slipping from your lips.

Suguru kissed you deeply. His mouth claimed yours while he held you closer. One arm cradled the back of your head. Gentle yet possessive. You inhaled against his neck. His cologne filled your senses. Warm and subtle spice. Intoxicating as it wrapped around you like a memory you had always wanted.

Your best friend. Now so much more. He lifted you slightly. His cock pressing back fully inside your soaked cunt. He filled you again. Every inch moulded perfectly to your walls. The stretch felt even better face to face. You could see the way his jaw tightened. The way his eyes fluttered half closed in pleasure.

“Fuck. You take me so well, princess,” he murmured against your mouth. “This pussy was made for my cock. Look at you. So pretty and flushed for me.”

He started moving. Slow deep thrusts at first. Then harder. His hips rolled with purpose. One hand stayed on your tit. Squeezing, pinching. The other gripped your hip to pull you onto him. Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist. The counter creaking beneath you.

You inhaled his scent again and it made your head spin. Your best friend was buried inside you. His cock moulded to every curve of your cunt. Hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. Pleasure coiled tighter in your belly. Hot and urgent.

You held on tightly, arms wrapped around his shoulders. Nails digging into his back as your orgasm crashed over you. Your cunt milking his cock in strong pulses. Wet and rhythmic. Squeezing him so perfectly he groaned deep in his chest.

Suguru held you tighter. His strong arms locked around your body like he never wanted to let go. “Fuck. That is it, baby. Cum for me. Milk my cock just like that, princess.”

He was gonna cum too. His thrusts grew erratic. Deep and desperate. You felt him swell inside you. Thick and hot. Then he buried himself to the hilt. Copious amounts of sticky cum filled you in heavy spurts, pulse after pulse painting your walls, claiming every inch.

You shuddered in his arms. The warmth of his release made you tremble, you were overwhelmed and sated. Suguru just held you tighter. One hand cradled the back of your head and the other stroked down your spine in soothing lines.

“That is it, pretty girl,” he whispered against your ear. His voice, rough but so gentle. “You milked my cock so well. Such a good girl for me. Taking all of it. Feeling so full now, aren’t you?”

You nodded weakly against his neck. Breaths still coming fast. His cum leaked slowly around his cock where it stayed buried inside you. The kitchen smelled like sex and his cologne. Warm skin pressed to warm skin. He kissed your temple. Then your cheek. Then your lips. Soft and lingering.

Suguru didn't pull out right away. He simply held you closer. Letting you come down in his arms. His cock twitched with the last few spurts. You felt safe and desired. Wanted in a way that mended the old cracks inside your chest.

He murmured more praises against your hair. How beautiful you looked. How perfect you felt. How he would never leave you empty again. The afternoon light wrapped around both of you. Soft and golden. Turning this moment into something more than just pleasure. Something healing. Something real.

He pulled back just enough to kiss your lips, it started deep. His tongue pushed in and tangled with yours in a heated dance that stole your breath. Then it softened into gentle presses. Sweet and lingering and full of quiet promises.

Suguru slowly straightened. He began to pull his cock out gently, wet sounds emerging and cum coated his thick length, spilling out from your stretched cunt. Warm and sticky between your bodies. His cock was still moulded to your shape. The sight made his amethyst eyes darken with fresh hunger.

He gazed at the mess. Mesmerised. His cum leaked slowly from your puffy hole, dripping onto the counter in pearly white drops. The obscene view held him captive for a moment.

You chirped softly at the feel of how much cum was escaping, voice surprised when you saw him reach for your phone again. “Suguru?”

He shushed you gently. “It is okay, princess. Just want to keep this for later. For us.”

He pressed record on the video once more. The camera captured everything. His fingers slid through the leaking cum as he scooped it up and pushed it back inside your cunt. Slow and deliberately for the camera. Two thick fingers fucked his release deeper, pressing it in along your walls. Making sure not a drop was wasted.

“Such a pretty sight,” he murmured. His voice staying low and full of praise. “Look at you. My cum filling up this perfect pussy. You take it so well, baby. Such a  good girl. So full and messy for me.”

You moaned at the feeling. His fingers curled gently. They stirred the warmth inside you. Your hips twitched toward his hand as pleasure sparked again even after everything. Suguru leaned in and kissed your thigh. Then your knee. All while the phone kept recording his fingers working his cum back into your dripping hole.

He looked up at you. Eyes soft yet burning. “You’re mine now. Every part of you. And I'm keeping every moment of this.”

The kitchen felt charged and intimate. His touch stayed careful, yet loving. Even in its filth. You let yourself sink into the moment. Heart healing faster with every stroke of his fingers and every whispered word from his lips.

Suguru pulled his fingers out slowly, glistening with the messy mix of his thick cum and your slick. The sight made your cunt clench again. A fresh trickle of his release slipped from your hole and onto the counter.

He brought those slick fingers to your lips. His violet eyes locked on yours. Dark, possessive and awed. “Open for me, princess.”

The phone angled upwards to your face as you parted your lips obediently. He slid his fingers inside. The taste of both of you hit your tongue. Salty-sweet and Intoxicating. You sucked gently. Tongue swirling around his digits like you were desperate for every drop. A soft moan vibrating around his fingers.

“That’s my good girl,” Suguru praised. His voice dropped low and rough. “Look at you. Sucking my cum right off my fingers. So fucking pretty. So eager to taste what we made together, hm?.”

He pushed his fingers a little deeper. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder. Your eyes stayed on his. Tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked at the corners. He groaned at the sight then stopped recording, setting your phone aside. His free hand cupped your jaw. Thumb stroking your cheek while you cleaned him thoroughly.

“Such a sweet mouth. Taking everything I give you. You have no idea how perfect you are right now. All flushed and full of my cum. My beautiful girl.”

He finally pulled his fingers free with a wet pop. A thin string of saliva connecting them to your lips for a second before it broke. Suguru leaned in and kissed you deeply, still tasting the both of you on your tongue. The kiss turned hungry, messy and full of need.

When he pulled back his forehead rested against yours. Breaths mingled. “I'm never letting you go again,” he whispered. “You feel that? How well we fit. How right this is.”

Your legs stayed wrapped around him. Body still buzzing. Heart fuller than it had been in weeks. His hands roamed softly over your skin. Soothing and worshipping. The kitchen held the quiet sounds of your breathing and the faint scent of sex and his cologne.

He kissed your temple. Then your nose. Then your lips again. Gentler now. “Let me clean you up, princess. Then I'm taking you to bed. We're not done yet. Not even close, promise.”

You smiled against his mouth. Broken pieces inside you felt stronger. Warmer. Completely claimed by him.

Suguru lifted you, body pressed to his, your arms tight around his neck as he carried you to your bathroom. He cleaned you up with gentle hands. Warm water cascading over both of you in the shower. He fucked you again there. Slow and deep against the tiled wall. Your moans echoed while he praised every gasp and tremble. He filled you once more and held you through it until your legs shook and your voice grew hoarse from crying his name.

Now you lay in bed. Fresh sheets, of course he changed them. Soft light glowing from the lamp as you cuddled close to him. Head resting on his chest. Eyes heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction. His fingers scratching lightly through your hair. Soothing and perfect. Sleep pulling at you like a warm blanket.

Suguru kept one arm around your waist. The other held your phone. You felt safe. Wrapped in his scent and his warmth. Your best friend, now your lover. The steady beat of his heart under your ear made everything feel right.

Just before your eyes fully closed you caught the glow of the screen. Suguru opened your messages. He tapped on your ex's chat and pulled up the videos, sending them, one after another. The kitchen angle. Your cunt swallowing his cock. The way you rode him so desperately. The final one clear and obscene, cunt filled you sucking his cum-covered fingers with hazy eyes and flushed cheeks.

You closed your eyes. No words left your lips, but a small satisfied smile tugged at the corner of your mouth instead. Let him see. Let him know exactly what he lost and how well you're being taken care of now.

Suguru set the phone on the nightstand and pulled you closer. His lips pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Sleep now, princess,” he whispered against your skin. “You’re mine, completely. No one else gets to touch what belongs to me.”

His fingers never stopped their gentle strokes in your hair. You drifted off in his arms. Heart mended and body claimed. The videos sent like a final closing of that painful chapter. Tomorrow could wait. Tonight you belonged to Suguru and he belonged to you, now and forever.

Satoru shrugged, that signature lazy smile spreading across his face. “Found it after you left last time.”

You lifted a brow, turning the tube over in your hands. The label was a little smudged now. “And you didn't think to return it?”

He flopped dramatically beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. One long arm draped across your waist as he pulled you closer. “I was gonna...eventually. But it smells like you.” He sniffed it obnoxiously loud, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Like strawberries and poor impulse control.”

You grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at him. Hard.

He caught it one handed, laughing brightly. The sound filled the room, warm and alive. “Hey, I'm innocent here.”

You couldn't help but smile back. The ache of missing it faded as he nuzzled closer, lips brushing your cheek. His body pressed against yours in that familiar way, comforting and electric all at once.

Next came the sock.

A single soft sock, you found it weeks later while digging through his drawer for a clean t-shirt to sleep in. The drawer smelled like him, fresh laundry mixed with that faint citrus scent he always wore. Your fingers brushed something familiar. Tiny embroidered flower near the ankle. Yours.

“Satoru,” you called, holding it up like evidence.

He turned from his desk where he'd been pretending to read mission reports. “Hmm?”

“Why is my sock in your drawer?”

He blinked once, then twice. Zero shame crossed his face. “It got lonely.”

You stared at him. “You folded it and put it away neatly.”

He stood up in one fluid motion, crossed the room, and gently plucked the sock from your hand. “I didn’t fold it,” he said, sounding scandalized. “I cradled it. Very tenderly.”

You deadpanned, fighting a laugh. “You are the worst.”

He grinned, tucking the sock back into the drawer with exaggerated care. “And yet you leave more things every time you visit. Almost like you want me to hoard them.”

You rolled your eyes but felt warmth bloom in your chest. He was not wrong. Little pieces of you kept finding their way here. A hair tie on the nightstand. Your favorite mug in his cabinet. It felt natural...it felt like home.

By the time he discovered your bracelet tangled in his bedsheets a week later, he did not even pretend to give it back. The delicate chain had slipped off your wrist during a lazy morning cuddle. Silver catching the light as he held it up.

You reached for it. “Oh, there it is.”

But Satoru simply slipped it into the same drawer. Right next to the sock. Right next to the lip balm. You caught a glimpse inside before he closed it. A receipt from your last coffee run, folded small. A bobby pin. That crumpled sticky note you had left under his pillow once. “You left your brain in bed. Check under the pillow.”

He kept them all.

Little pieces of you. Little proofs that you were real. That you had been here. That you chose him again and again.

You asked about it one quiet evening. The two of you sprawled on his couch after dinner, your head in his lap while he played with your hair. Rain tapping softly against the windows, much like the first time you had felt this pull toward him.

“So when are you starting your museum of Me, huh?” you teased, half joking as you tilted your head up to watch him.

Satoru paused, fingers stilling in your hair. His blue eyes softened, that playful mask slipping away for a moment. He shrugged, voice quiet and sincere. “They feel like home.”

The way he said it made your heart stutter. Not the objects. Not the silly little trinkets. You. He meant you. All the tiny ways you filled his space. All the ways you stayed even when you left.

You sat up slowly, straddling his lap so you could look at him properly. Your hands framed his face, thumbs brushing over his sharp cheekbones. “Satoru.”

He leaned into your touch, eyes half lidded. “Yeah?”

“I leave things because I like knowing parts of me are with you,” you confessed softly. “Even when I am not here. Makes the days apart feel shorter.”

His smile grew, slow and devastating. He pulled you down into a kiss, deep and unhurriedly. Lips moving like he wanted to memorize every second. His hands slid under your shirt, warm palms spanning your back, holding you close as if you might vanish.

You melted against him, fingers threading through his white hair. The kiss tasted like the strawberry lip balm he had stolen weeks ago. It tasted like love and laughter and all the silly ways he showed he cared.

When you pulled back for air, foreheads touching, he whispered against your mouth. “I like having proof you're mine. That this is real. Not just some dream I made up on lonely nights.”

Your chest ached in the sweetest way. You kissed him again, slower this time, pouring everything into it. The way his body responded, strong arms wrapping tighter, legs shifting beneath you, made heat pool low in your belly.

He was always so much. So bright and chaotic and endlessly loving. Yet here in these quiet moments, he let you see the parts that waited. The boy who collected little treasures because they reminded him he was not alone.

You spent the rest of the night tangled together. Talking between kisses. Laughing when he dramatically reenacted finding the sock. Whispering promises against skin as clothes slipped away piece by piece.

Later, as you drifted towards sleep in his arms, you glanced toward the drawer. It sat slightly open, a glimpse of your things visible like a secret shrine.

Satoru noticed. He pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, voice sleepy and content. “Stay a little longer next time. Leave more behind. I will guard every single one.”

You smiled into the dark, heart full. “Deal. But only if you promise to keep cradling them.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest against your back. “Always. For you, anything.”

The rain continued outside, steady and soothing. Inside, his apartment felt warmer than ever. Filled with your scattered pieces and his boundless love. You knew then that every lost item was just another thread tying you together.

And you would keep leaving them. Gladly. Because every time you did, he looked at you like you were the greatest treasure of all. The one he had been waiting for his whole life. The one who made his chaotic world feel like home.

for ml @honeyoftheisle <3

Toji didn’t waste time. His large hand caught your wrist, tugging you forward until your chest bumped his. “Missed this pretty little body,” he rumbled, voice low and mean, the way it always got when he wanted something. His other palm slid down your side, fingers digging into your hip hard enough to bruise, yanking your shirt up without asking. Choso stepped closer too, hesitant at first, but when you didn’t pull away his hands joined in, gentler but just as eager, peeling the fabric over your head until cool air kissed your bare skin.

Clothes came off in a messy rush. Toji ripped your bra down your arms with a grunt, tossing it aside like it offended him, while Choso’s fingers worked your jeans open, pushing them down your legs along with your panties in one careful tug. You were naked between them in seconds, skin prickling under their stares. 

Toji’s gaze dragged over you slow and possessive, grumpy old bastard that he was, muttering, “Still lookin’ like you were made for me, huh?” Choso said nothing, just pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, his long hair brushing your cheek as his hands roamed your waist.

They walked you backward through the hallway, Toji’s bulk guiding the way with that dominant swagger he never lost, one arm hooked around your middle while Choso followed close on your other side.

The bedroom door swung open and they pushed you inside, the backs of your knees hitting the mattress before you even realized. Toji shoved you down onto the edge of the bed, standing tall over you, already palming the thick bulge straining his pants. “On your knees, sweetheart. Been thinkin’ about that mouth wrapin’ around me all night.”

You sank down obediently, the carpet soft under your knees, and tilted your head up at him with a sweet little smile that made his green eyes narrow. “Choso,” you called softly, patting the spot beside you. “Come here, baby.”

Toji’s brows shot up. “Wait, what the fuck? You ain’t callin’ him over to suck my cock or watch like some this is some goddamn show. This ain’t—”

“Shut up, Toji,” you cut in, voice calm but firm, the same tone you used when he used to push too far back when he was yours. He actually paused, jaw ticking, that scowl deepening, but he didn’t stop you. 

Choso knelt beside you without hesitation, cheeks faintly pink under the dim lamp light, his dark eyes flicking up to yours for approval. You turned to him first, cupping his face and pulling him into a slow, deep kiss, tongues sliding lazy and wet while your hand drifted down to palm Toji’s cock through his unzipped pants. 

You freed him, thick and heavy and already leaking at the tip, stroking him firm and steady as you made sure Toji watched every second of the kiss— the way Choso melted into it, soft little hum vibrating against your lips.

When you finally broke the kiss, a string of spit connecting you both for a moment, you smiled at Choso and murmured, “Be a good boy for me. Suck him.”

Toji barked a laugh, rough and disbelieving. “Fuck no. You serious? He ain’t—”

You shot him a look. “I said shut up and let him.”

Choso was shy about it at first, hesitating as he leaned in, but the second his pretty mouth wrapped around the head of Toji’s cock, the older man’s hips jerked and a low, shocked groan tore from his throat. “Oh my fuck…” Toji’s hand came down to tangle in Choso’s long hair, not guiding yet, just holding on as that warm, wet heat enveloped him.

Choso’s mouth was perfect— soft lips stretching around the girth, tongue swirling, lazy circles over the swollen head, lapping at the precum like he was savouring it. He took more, cheeks hollowing as he bobbed slowly, one hand braced on Toji’s thick thigh while the other came up to gently roll and tug at his heavy balls.

You watched with a satisfied little smile, still kneeling right there beside him, your hand resting on Choso’s back in quiet praise. “That’s it, good boy,” you cooed softly, voice dripping honey. “Just like that. Use your tongue more on the head, baby— he likes that.”

Toji’s head fell back for a second, a guttural curse spilling out as Choso obeyed instantly, licking broad stripes up the underside before sucking the tip back into that slick heat, eyes fluttering half-closed like he was lost in it. The contrast hit Toji hard— the way Choso moved so obediently, no backtalk, no attitude, just pure eager submission. He looked almost like a well-trained pet, kneeling there pretty and focused, long hair spilling over his shoulders while he worked Toji’s cock deeper into his throat with wet, obscene sounds.

“Fuck, ma,” Toji grunted, voice rougher now, hips twitching as he stared down at the scene. His free hand reached out to grip your chin, tilting your face up so he could see your smile. “You got him well trained like a dog. This the kinda shit you’re into now? Lettin’ your new boytoy slobber all over your ex’s dick just ‘cause you say so?”

You leaned into his touch, still smiling, eyes sparkling with that quiet triumph. “Yeah,” you said simply, voice soft and warm as you stroked Choso’s hair. “Choso listens. He’s good for me. Never argued or made everything a fight… unlike someone.”

Toji’s laugh came out breathless, a mix of annoyance and reluctant heat, his cock twitching hard between Choso’s lips as the younger man hollowed his cheeks again, taking him even deeper with a soft, muffled moan.

Choso’s tongue pressed flat against the vein running underneath, swirling and teasing, while his fingers continued their gentle massage on Toji’s balls, coaxing more precum to leak onto his tongue.

Toji’s grip tightened in Choso’s dark hair, but he didn’t force the pace— couldn’t, not when it felt this fucking good, that shy obedience wrapping around him tighter than any attitude ever had.

You stayed right there, naked and kneeling between them, one hand on Choso’s thigh for balance and the other occasionally reaching up to trace Toji’s abs, feeling the way his muscles jumped under your touch.

The bedroom filled with the wet sounds of Choso’s mouth, Toji’s low grunts, and your quiet praises whispered like secrets. “Good boy, Choso… swallow around him, just like that. See how much he likes it when you’re sweet for him?”

Choso hummed in response, the vibration making Toji hiss through his teeth, green eyes narrowing down at you with that familiar mean edge softened by raw pleasure. “You’re enjoyin’ this way too much, brat,” he muttered, but there was no real bite left in it— not when his cock was buried in that perfect, warm mouth and you were watching him unravel with that knowing little smile.

Toji’s hips twitched again, thicker veins pulsing against Choso’s tongue as the younger man kept working him slow and deep, cheeks hollowed, lashes fluttering like he was lost in the taste.

That wet heat dragged along every inch, tongue pressing flat and swirling lazy circles around the swollen head before sliding back down until the tip nudged the back of Choso’s throat. 

Choso didn’t gag, didn’t pull away— just swallowed around him with a soft, obedient little sound that had Toji’s abs tightening, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

The older man’s hand stayed tangled in all that dark hair, fingers flexing like he wanted to fist it tight and fuck into that pretty mouth until tears spilled down Choso’s cheeks, but he held back, jaw clenched, breathing rough through his nose. Cocky bastard that he was, even he could feel how perfectly Choso was sucking him off, all shy devotion and slick warmth that made his balls draw up tighter with every pass.

You stayed kneeling right beside them, naked skin flushed warm, smiling that soft, satisfied smile while your hand rested on Choso’s thigh, thumb stroking gentle circles of praise. The sight of Toji trying so hard to keep control, hips barely rocking forward instead of slamming deep, sent a sweet thrill curling low in your belly.

Choso’s mouth made the filthiest sounds— wet slurps and quiet gulps, saliva already dripping down his chin and coating Toji’s heavy length in shiny streaks.

Toji’s gaze finally snapped to you, green eyes dark and hungry, his free hand shot out fast, fingers threading rough through your hair and yanking your head back so you had no choice but to look up at him.

The pull stung just enough to make you gasp, lips parting on a soft breath. “Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he growled, voice gravel-rough and mean. “You’re smilin’ like you won somethin’. Wet those pretty lips for me.”

He pulled out of Choso’s mouth with a wet pop, the thick head glistening, strings of saliva and precum webbing between Choso’s swollen lips and Toji’s cock like glistening threads that stretched and broke as he moved. Choso stayed kneeling there, breathing hard, lips shiny and parted, a faint blush high on his cheeks as he looked at you both with those dark, obedient eyes.

You swallowed once, throat bobbing, and Toji’s smirk sharpened, cock twitching in the cool air. “Come on, you little brat,” he said, low and taunting, tugging your hair again to tilt your face exactly where he wanted it. “Put that evil little mouth to work. Been watchin’ you direct your pet like a fuckin’ conductor— now show me what that smart mouth can really do.”

Your smile never faded, only curved wider as you leaned in, tongue darting out to trace the messy trail of spit and precum still clinging to him. Choso watched quietly from beside you, one hand resting lightly on your knee like he was waiting for whatever you’d tell him next. Toji’s grip in your hair stayed firm, guiding you closer until your lips brushed the slick head, the salty taste blooming across your tongue as you opened for him.

The bedroom air felt thicker now, heavy with the scent of skin and want, the three of you tangled in that messy heat where Toji’s dominance clashed against Choso’s sweet obedience and your quiet control. You took him in slow at first, lips stretching around his girth, tongue swirling just like you’d told Choso to do, while Toji’s low groan filled the room and his fingers tightened in your hair, hips finally giving one shallow thrust forward. 

A low sound slipped from your throat as Toji pulled free and slapped his thick, spit-slick cock against your parted lips, the heavy weight of it landing wet and deliberate, smearing more of that messy mix of precum and Choso’s saliva across your mouth.

He did it again, harder this time, the wet smack echoing soft in the quiet bedroom while his scarred lips pulled into that mean, cocky grin. “That’s it, open wider, brat. Gonna fuck this throat pretty tonight— been thinkin’ about shuttin’ you up like this for months.”

He despised you, or at least that’s what the rough grip in your hair said, the way his fingers twisted tighter like he wanted to punish you for walking out, for replacing him with someone so sweetly obedient. But underneath scowl and the low growl in his chest, Toji knew you could take it. You always had. His hips rolled forward slow at first, feeding you inch after thick inch until the head nudged the back of your throat and your eyes watered just a little.

You swallowed around him anyway, lips stretched wide, tongue pressing flat along the underside as he started to thrust deeper, setting a steady, punishing rhythm that made your throat bulge faintly with every push.

Choso stayed knelt right beside you the whole time, dark eyes wide and fixed on the way your mouth worked Toji’s cock, the wet gluck-gluck sounds filling the room as spit dribbled down your chin and onto your bare tits. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, just watched with that shy heat blooming across his cheeks, his own cock hard and untouched between his thighs.

Toji noticed. Of course he did. Without missing a single thrust into your throat, he reached down with his free hand and caught Choso under the chin, tilting that pretty face up towards him. “C’mere, pet,” he rumbled, voice rough but almost amused. “Give me a kiss while your girl chokes on me.”

You tried to pull back just enough to say something, a soft protest bubbling up around his cock, but Toji yanked your head forward again, burying himself deeper until your nose pressed against his pelvis and your words dissolved into a muffled gag. “Shut up and keep suckin’,” he snapped down at you, green eyes flashing with that familiar mean edge. “And watch. Eyes open, sweetheart. Don’t you dare look away.”

Choso hesitated for half a second, shy as always, but when Toji’s thumb brushed his bottom lip he leaned in obediently. Toji grabbed him harder then, fingers sliding into that long dark hair as he crushed their mouths together in a deep, filthy kiss. It wasn’t soft.

It was all tongue and teeth and dominance, Toji’s jaw working as he licked into Choso’s mouth like he owned it, swallowing the soft, surprised whimper that spilled from the younger man. Choso melted almost instantly, shoulders slumping, eyes fluttering shut as he kissed back with that quiet eagerness he always gave you— hands coming up to rest lightly on Toji’s broad chest, body leaning closer like he couldn’t help it.

You watched every second of it, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the relentless pace Toji set in your throat, but the sight burned hotter than anything.

Choso’s lashes trembling against his cheeks, a faint moan vibrating between their locked lips as Toji kissed him harder, tongue stroking deep and possessive while his hips kept snapping forward into your mouth.

Spit trailed from the corner of Choso’s lips, his cheeks flushed darker, and when Toji finally pulled back just enough for them to breathe, a thin string of saliva still connected them for a moment before breaking.

Toji’s laugh came out low and breathless, thumb swiping over Choso’s swollen bottom lip as he looked down at you. “Fuck, look at him. So damn well-trained. One kiss and he’s already drippin’ for it.” His cock twitched hard against your tongue, the praise mixed with taunt making your stomach twist in the best way.

You kept sucking through it all, hollowing your cheeks, swallowing around every thick thrust while your eyes stayed locked on the way Choso stayed pliant and open, lips parted and shiny, waiting for whatever came next.

Toji’s green eyes flicked between the two of you, that mean smirk deepening as he kept his hips rolling slow and deep into your throat. “She has you so fuckin’ obedient, huh?” he rumbled, voice thick with gravel and heat. “Bet you never fucked her throat like this. She’s a little brat, don’t let her fool ya. Acts all sweet and in control, but look at her— mouth stuffed full and still smilin’ around my cock.”

You tried to pull back just enough to say something, a soft protest bubbling up, but Toji didn’t let you. He fucked forward harder instead, burying himself to the hilt until your nose pressed flush against his pelvis and your throat convulsed around him. “See?” he growled, holding you there, eyes narrowing with dark satisfaction. “She doesn’t even fuckin’ gag anymore. Loves this shit. Been cravin’ it since she left my sorry ass, I bet.”

The stretch burned so good, spit dripping down your chin in messy rivulets as you breathed hard through your nose, tears clinging to your lashes. Toji kept you pinned like that for a long moment, savouring the tight heat, before he finally pulled out with a wet, obscene pop.

Thick strings of saliva and precum connected your swollen lips to his glistening cock before they broke, and you gasped for air, chest heaving, throat raw and tingling.

Toji stepped back, cock heavy and slick between his thighs, and dropped onto the bed with a grunt, sprawling out on his back like he owned the damn mattress. His muscles flexing under scarred skin as he stroked himself once, slow and lazy, green eyes locked on you with that cocky, command. “Get your ass up here, sweetheart. You're gonna take all of this cock. Now.”

You were still catching your breath, lips shiny and parted, but you moved anyway, crawling up the bed on shaky knees. Choso was right there, gentle hands sliding under your arms to help you up, supporting your weight with that quiet care he always gave you. His touch was soft against your flushed skin, thumb brushing your side like a silent promise as he guided you over Toji’s lap.

As you crawled forward, knees bracketing Toji’s thick thighs, hovering just above his heavy, leaking cock, Toji’s gaze shifted to Choso. “Come on, don’t just stand there like a lost puppy,” he said, voice low and rough, one hand reaching out to pat the bed beside him. “You don’t mind fuckin’ her pussy right? While she’s sittin’ on me, fuckin’ get over here.”

Choso’s cheeks flushed darker, shy with hesitation flickering across his face for half a second, but he obeyed like always, climbing onto the bed without a word. You felt the mattress dip under his weight as he settled close, one hand resting on your lower back, warm and steady. Toji’s palms gripped your hips hard, fingers digging in with that possessive meanness as he yanked you down just enough for the blunt head of his cock to nudge against your dripping entrance, teasing, waiting.

Toji didn’t wait long. With a low grunt he bucked his hips up, thick cock pressing into your cunt in one slow, relentless push. The stretch was brutal and perfect, that fat length splitting you open until your walls fluttered tight around every veined inch. You sank all the way down until your ass met his pelvis, a broken moan spilling from your raw throat as he bottomed out deep inside you.

Toji’s scarred hands stayed locked on your hips, holding you there, grinding you down harder so you felt every thick inch pulsing against your sensitive walls.

“Fuck, still so goddamn tight,” he muttered, voice rough and mean, green eyes half-lidded as he looked up at you. “Missed this greedy little pussy. Swallowing me like it never forgot who it belongs to.”

You rocked your hips experimentally, a soft gasp escaping as the head of his cock nudged that spot inside you that made your toes curl. Choso stayed right behind you, quiet and watchful, his warm palm sliding up your spine in gentle strokes while his other hand rested lightly on your hip. His dark eyes were fixed on where you and Toji were joined, lips still swollen from that shared kiss earlier, a faint flush creeping down his neck.

Toji noticed the way Choso hovered, all shy obedience and quiet heat. His smirk sharpened, one hand leaving your hip to reach over and tug Choso closer by the back of his neck. “Don’t just sit there starin’, pet. Get in her. You heard me earlier— you’re fuckin’ her pussy too.”

Choso’s breath hitched, shy as always, but he moved without argument, shifting until he was kneeling behind you on the bed. His long hair brushed your bare back as he leaned in, chest pressing warm against you, cock hard and leaking as it nestled against the curve of your ass.

Toji kept you pinned down on his thick length, hips giving lazy little rolls that made you whimper, while Choso’s hands settled on your waist, gentle and careful like he was afraid to break you.

You felt Choso’s fingers first, tentative as they slid between your spread thighs, brushing where Toji’s cock was already stretching you wide.

He traced the slick stretch of your cunt with soft fingertips, collecting the mess of your arousal before wrapping his hand around his own cock, guiding the head to nudge right beside Toji’s. 

The pressure was overwhelming— two thick cocks pressing against your entrance at once, Choso’s shy hesitation making him pause until you reached back and squeezed his thigh in encouragement.

Toji laughed under his breath, that low, cocky sound. “That’s it. Push in slow, kid. She can take it. Little brat’s already drippin’ down my balls thinkin’ about both of us stretchin’ her.”

Choso obeyed, pressing forward with a soft, shaky exhale. The blunt head of his cock slipped in alongside Toji’s, the burn intense and delicious as your walls stretched even wider to take them both. Inch by inch he sank deeper, his cock sliding against Toji’s inside your tight heat, the friction making both men groan low and heavy.

You cried out, head falling back against Choso’s shoulder, body trembling between them as they filled you completely— Toji’s girthy thickness and Choso’s warm length buried deep together.

Toji’s hands gripped your hips harder, holding you still while he gave one experimental thrust up, making both cocks shift inside you and drag against every sensitive spot.

Choso stayed mostly still at first, arms wrapped around your middle, face buried in the crook of your neck as he breathed hot against your skin, letting you adjust to the overwhelming fullness.

“Fuck… so tight,” Toji grunted, voice strained with pleasure, hips rolling up again in a deeper thrust that made you see stars. “Look at her, takin’ us both like she was made for it. You feel that, pet? How she’s squeezin’ around us?”

Choso nodded against your neck, a soft whimper escaping him as he started to move too— slow, careful rolls of his hips that matched Toji’s rhythm, their cocks sliding together inside your slick cunt.

The wet, filthy sounds of skin against skin and the slick drag of two thick lengths stretching you open filled the bedroom, your moans mixing with their low grunts as they fucked you together.

Toji’s large, rough hands slid up from your hips, palms rough and calloused as they cupped your tits, squeezing the soft flesh with that familiar possessive grip. He pinched your nipples between his thick fingers, rolling them until they pebbled hard under his touch, a mean little smirk tugging at his scarred lips when you arched into it with a broken cry. “These pretty tits always did look best when they’re bouncin’ for me,” he growled, voice low and pleased, green eyes dark with heat as he lifted his head from the pillow just enough to latch his mouth onto one swollen nipple.

He sucked hard, tongue swirling hot and wet around the sensitive bud, teeth grazing just enough to make you jolt between them. The wet pull of his mouth sent sparks straight down to where both cocks were buried deep inside your stretched pussy, your walls fluttering tight around the overwhelming fullness.

Choso kept fucking you from behind with those gentle, obedient thrusts, his cock sliding slick alongside Toji’s, every slow drag pressing them both against that perfect spot inside you that made your thighs tremble uncontrollably.

Toji switched to your other tit, sucking it into the heat of his mouth with a low, satisfied hum, his free hand still kneading the first one, thumb flicking over the spit-slick nipple he’d just released. He loved having you like this— caught between them, body trembling and moaning, that quiet control of yours fraying at the edges while two fat cocks stretched your pretty little cunt wide open.

Toji’s hips snapped up harder, driving his thick length deeper with every thrust, the lewd squelch of your arousal coating both of them growing louder as he fucked up into you with that cocky, relentless rhythm.

“Look at you,” Toji muttered against your skin, lips brushing your nipple as he spoke, voice muffled and rough. “Takin’ two cocks like a good girl. Your pussy’s so fuckin’ greedy, squeezin’ us both so tight. Bet you missed this, huh? Missed gettin’ split open by somethin’ real after playin’ house with your obedient puppy.”

You moaned louder, head falling back against Choso’s shoulder, body rocking between their thrusts as the pleasure built heavy and overwhelming. 

Choso’s arms stayed wrapped around your waist, holding you steady while he fucked into you with that same shy care, his breath hot and ragged against your neck, soft whimpers spilling from him every time your walls clenched around their joined lengths. 

Toji kept sucking on your tits, alternating between them with wet, obscene sounds, biting down gently before soothing the sting with his tongue, his free hand sliding down to rub rough circles over your swollen clit.

The stretch was so much— both fat cocks dragging together inside your slick heat, Toji’s dominance pinning you from below and Choso supporting you from behind, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge. 

Toji pulled off your nipple with a wet pop, lips shiny with spit, and grinned up at you with a cocky smirk. “That’s it, moan for us, sweetheart. Let me hear how much you love bein’ stuffed full. Choso’s bein’ so good for you, fuckin’ this pussy nice and deep just like I told him to. But me? I’m gonna make sure you feel every inch tomorrow.”

He thrust up harder, grinding his cock against Choso’s inside you, the friction making stars burst behind your eyes as your moans turned into desperate little cries. 

Choso pressed a soft kiss to the side of your neck, murmuring your name quietly, his hips never stopping their steady rhythm while Toji’s rough hands and hungry mouth worked your tits until they ached with pleasure. 

You were lost between them, body trembling and slick with sweat, pussy clenching tight around the two thick lengths stretching you so perfectly, the heat building slow and relentless as Toji teased you with every filthy word and every deep, claiming thrust.

Toji loved every second of it— the way you fell apart so beautifully, the way Choso stayed so sweet even while buried deep inside the same cunt, the way your quiet little smile had turned into open-mouthed moans that filled the room. 

He kept sucking and biting at your tits, fingers rolling your nipples, hips snapping up to meet Choso’s thrusts until the three of you moved in one messy, heated rhythm, the night stretching long and filthy with the sounds of skin slapping, wet squelches, and your broken cries echoing between the walls.

A broken little sound tore from your throat as both thick cocks dragged together inside your stretched pussy, the relentless push and pull making your walls flutter and clench around the overwhelming fullness. 

Toji’s hips snapped up harder from below, driving his fat length deeper with every thrust while Choso kept that steady rhythm from behind, their cocks sliding slick and hot against each other in the tight heat of your cunt. The wet, filthy squelch filled the room, your arousal dripping down their shafts and coating their balls as they fucked you open so good.

Toji’s mouth was still latched onto your tit, sucking hard enough to leave marks before he pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny and swollen as he grinned up at you with that mean, cocky smirk. 

His rough hand slid up to cup your jaw, forcing your head down so you had no choice but to meet his dark green eyes while he kept pounding up into you. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he growled, voice low and gravel-rough, thumb pressing against your bottom lip. “Admit it. Tell me what you are. A little brat who wants these cocks stretchin’ your greedy cunt. Say it.”

You tried to bite back the words, a soft whimper escaping instead as another deep thrust from both of them made your eyes roll back, but Toji wasn’t having it. He pinched your nipple hard, twisting just enough to make you cry out, his other hand gripping your hip tighter to hold you down on their joined lengths. “Don’t play shy now. You’re drippin’ all over us, pussy clenchin’ like it’s beggin’ for more. Tell me you want our cocks. Tell me you want our cum fillin’ this sloppy little hole.”

Choso stayed quiet behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, his breath hot and shaky against your neck as he fucked into you with those gentle rolls of his hips, letting Toji take the lead like always. His cock throbbed alongside Toji’s, the friction delicious and overwhelming, every slow drag pressing right against that spot that made sparks shoot up your spine. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, shy and sweet, but didn’t stop moving, loving even in the middle of all this heat.

The stretch was so good it hurt, both fat cocks splitting your cunt wide open, dragging against every sensitive inch until you felt impossibly full, impossibly owned. Your tits bounced with every thrust, still slick from Toji’s mouth, nipples aching from his teeth and fingers. Toji’s hand slid down between your bodies, rough fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing fast, mean circles that had your thighs shaking uncontrollably.

“Say it,” Toji demanded again, voice dropping lower, hips slamming up harder so the head of his cock bullied that perfect spot inside you while Choso’s length rubbed right alongside it. “You’re my little brat— our little brat. You want these cocks stretchin’ you good. You want us to fill your pussy with cum until it’s leakin’ out for days. Admit it, brat. Loud and clear.”

Your moans turned into desperate little cries, body trembling between them as the pleasure built hotter and heavier, walls squeezing tight around both thick shafts. Toji’s smirk widened, that cockiness flashing in his eyes as he felt you clench harder, knowing he was winning. Choso whimpered softly against your skin, his thrusts growing a little deeper, a little faster, following every cue you’d ever given him because he always listened, always gave you exactly what you needed.

You finally broke, voice wrecked and breathy as the words spilled out between moans. “I’m… I’m a-a brat… I want your cocks… both of you stretching my cunt so good… I want your cum… please…”

Toji laughed low and rough, satisfaction dripping from every syllable as he thrust up harder, grinding their cocks together inside your fluttering pussy. “That’s my girl. Keep sayin’ it while we fuck you full. Gonna fill this greedy hole until you’re drippin’ with both of us.”

The bedroom echoed with the wet slap of skin, your broken admissions, and the low grunts from both men as they kept fucking you together— Toji and Choso turning your body into a trembling, moaning mess caught right between them, the stretch so perfect and filthy that all you could do was take it and beg for more.

Together they fucked you deeper and harder, hips snapping in a messy, unrelenting rhythm that had both thick cocks driving into your stretched cunt at once. Toji thrusting up slamming his fat length as deep as it would go while Choso followed from behind with those steady rolls that somehow made everything feel even fuller, your arousal coating their shafts and dripping down to soak the sheets beneath you as they stretched your pussy so wide it ached in the best way.

You could feel the bulge in your tummy every time they bottomed out together, the outline of their cocks pressing visibly against your lower belly, shifting and dragging with every thrust. Toji’s rough hand slid down to press against that spot, palm flat and heavy as he growled against your tit, “Fuck, feel that? That’s us, sweetheart. Both cocks bulgin’ out your pretty tummy like you were made to take this.”

The pressure built fast and overwhelming, your walls fluttering tighter and tighter around them until you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your orgasm crashed over you hard, a sharp cry tearing from your throat as you clenched down violently around both cocks, milking them with rhythmic, desperate pulses.

Your whole body shook between them, thighs trembling, back arching as wave after wave rolled through you, pussy gushing slick and hot around their joined lengths while the bulge in your tummy twitched and tightened with every spasm.

Choso whimpered softly against your neck, his hips stuttering as your clenching cunt squeezed him so perfectly. “Ah—fuck… you’re squeezin’ so tight,” he breathed, voice shy and wrecked, and then he was cumming too, thick ropes of warm cum spilling deep inside you in pulsing spurts. He kept thrusting through it, slow and careful even as he filled you, his cock throbbing alongside Toji’s while he painted your walls white, the added heat and slickness making the stretch feel even messier, even better.

Toji groaned low and rough at the feeling, his scarred hands gripping your hips bruisingly tight as he fucked up into the slick, cum-filled heat of your pussy. “That’s it, milk us, you little brat,” he grunted, green eyes dark with raw pleasure as he watched your face contort in bliss. “Clenchin’ so good around both of us— fuck, take it all.”

He didn’t last much longer after that. With a deep, guttural growl he slammed up one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed hard and started to cum, thick, heavy spurts of cum flooding your already full cunt right alongside Choso’s. The warmth spread deep inside you, both loads mixing together in messy, overflowing pulses that leaked out around their cocks with every shallow grind of their hips, dripping down your thighs and soaking their balls.

They stayed buried inside you even as they came down, chests heaving, bodies pressed tight around yours in a sweaty, trembling tangle. Toji’s hand stayed pressed to the bulge in your tummy, feeling the way it softened just a little with every twitch of your walls, while Choso nuzzled softly into the crook of your neck, pressing lazy kisses to your damp skin and murmuring quiet praises against you.

The bedroom air hung heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, the three of you locked together in that filthy, heated aftermath— your pussy still clenching weakly around their spent cocks, cum slowly leaking out in warm rivulets, Toji’s mean little smirk still playing on his lips even as his breathing evened out, and Choso’s gentle hold never loosening because he always stayed right where you wanted him.

They stayed buried deep for a long, lazy moment, cocks still twitching inside your fluttering cunt as the last weak spurts of cum leaked from them both. Then, slowly, Toji gave a low grunt and started to pull out first, his thick length dragging against Choso’s as he eased free with a wet, obscene sound. 

Choso followed right after, gentler, his cock sliding out inch by inch until both heavy shafts slipped from your stretched hole completely. A thick rush of their mixed cum immediately dripped out of you, warm and pearly white, sliding down your thighs in slow, messy rivulets and pooling on the sheets beneath your trembling body.

You collapsed forward onto Toji’s broad chest with a soft, exhausted sigh, cheek pressing against the hard muscle slick with sweat. His skin was warm, scarred, rising and falling with heavy breaths as one of his large arms wrapped around your back, holding you there like he still had every right to. Choso stayed close behind you, his gentle hands smoothing over your hips and lower back, pressing soft kisses along your shoulder blade while his long hair tickled your skin.

Toji’s free hand slid down between your legs without warning, two thick fingers pushing back into your ruined pussy. The stretch was easy now, your walls loose and slick from taking both of them, and he scooped up the warm mixture of their cum that was still leaking out. With a lazy, filthy motion he fingered it all back inside you, slow and deliberate, pushing every drop deeper while his palm pressed firm against your swollen clit. The wet squelch of his fingers working their combined loads back into your cunt filled the quiet room, obscene and intimate all at once.

“Look at that,” Toji muttered, voice low and rough, smirk tugging at his scarred lips as he watched his fingers disappear inside you again and again. “Such a messy girl. Can’t even keep our cum inside this greedy pussy without help. Need to push it all back in where it belongs… bet you love feelin’ us drippin’ out of you, don’t you?”

You whimpered softly against his chest, hips twitching weakly as his thick fingers curled and stroked, making sure every thick rope of their release stayed buried deep. Choso’s hand joined Toji’s for a moment, tentative fingers brushing alongside as he helped press the cum back inside you, his touch so much gentler but just as eager to keep you full. The feeling of both their hands between your legs, fingers sliding through the slick mess they’d made, had fresh heat curling low in your belly even though your body felt spent and boneless.

Toji kept fingering their cum back into you, lazily, occasionally pulling his fingers out just enough to watch more of it drip before pushing it right back in with a low chuckle. “There we go… nice and full again. Gonna keep you leakin’ our loads all night, sweetheart. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Both of us markin’ up this tight little cunt.”

Choso stayed pressed against your back, arms wrapped around your waist now, murmuring quiet, sweet words against your skin while Toji’s fingers continued their slow, filthy work. You lay there between them, cheek on Toji’s warm chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart as the cum slowly settled deep inside you, warm and heavy, a constant reminder of how thoroughly they’d claimed you tonight.

The bedroom felt heavy and quiet now, bodies tangled and slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction. Toji’s fingers eventually slowed but didn’t leave you completely, still lazily stroking through the mess as if he couldn’t quite stop touching what was his again, even for a little while. 

Choso’s gentle hold never loosened, his breath warm against your neck, and you smiled softly against Toji’s skin, that quiet little smile that said you were exactly where you wanted to be— caught between your mean ex and your sweet boy, full of both of them, leaking and claimed and perfectly satisfied.

You heard her door open across the hall. The heavy sigh of her jacket hitting the chair before she even stepped inside fully. Before she could unbutton her shirt more than halfway she was already knocking on your door. Sharp and eager. You answered fast. Cheeks warm, dressed in those tiny shorts and the thin tank top that showed the soft curve of your breasts, summer air making everything sticky sweet.

"Hey." She said, voice low and tired but lighting up the second her eyes landed on you. Her uniform shirt hung open, white bra peeking through. Work pants still hugging her hips and high heels barely kicked off. "Join me for dinner, babes?"

You smiled, and gave her a nod. Already closing your own door behind you and padding barefoot across to hers. The burritos waited on the counter like a promise, then she pulled you in for a quick hug, her body warm from the long shift, her hands left your waist a second later, eyed you quickly once."I'm gonna shower first. I'm disgusting after today," she murmured quietly, then turned on her heels and headed to her bedroom.

You settled on the couch, reaching for the remote, fingers brushing the cool plastic, flipping through channels, the tv hummed softly in the background but your mind wandered to her… the water had turned on, a steady rush that made your stomach tense.Then her voice called out, muffled but clear. "Fuck babe. I forgot my towel. Can you bring it for me?"

Your feet moved before your brain caught up. You grabbed the soft towel from her bedroom, heart pounding as you stepped into the steamy bathroom. The air was thick with heat and the scent of her soap. You tossed the towel over the rack, but the shower curtain slid open before you could pull back. Her wet hand grabbed your wrist, firm and sure. Blonde hair tied up in a messy bun. Water streaming down her toned body and hazel eyes sparkling with that familiar hunger.

"Join me please, pretty girl?" She pouted, then a smile curved her lips playfully.

You didn't even pretend to hesitate, your hands lifted your tank top over your head in an instant. Breasts bouncing free in the humid air. Yuki's eyes darkened, she hooked a finger into the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down slow along with your panties. Letting them pool at your ankles. Kicking them aside as she pulled you under the spray, water soaking you instantly, warm and relentless.

Your cunt was already dripping, slick with excitement that had nothing to do with the shower. Yuki pressed you back against the cool tile, her hands on your waist holding you steady, kissing your neck first. Open mouthed and greedy, tongue tracing the pulse there. You whimpered, eyes fluttering shut as her mouth traveled lower. Sucking at the swell of your breasts, teeth grazing one nipple until it pebbled hard under her attention.

She moved back up…slowly, kissing your chin, then hovered just before your lips. Her brown eyes met yours for the first time properly that evening, she really looked at you, her hands cupping your face, thumbs stroking your wet cheeks.

"So pretty." She whispered, soft like a secret meant only for the steam between you.

Then she leaned back in and kissed you deep, hot and steamy as she stole your breath. Her tongue licked into your mouth. Claiming, tasting… while one hand drifted down your body, fingers teased over your stomach then lower. Until they cupped your cunt, sliding through your folds with ease, you moaned into her mouth, hips bucking against her palm.

"Missed this." She breathed against your lips. Breaking the kiss just enough to speak. "Missed you waiting for me with dinner and that cute little note. Fuck. You spoil me, chef."

Your soft laughter turns into a gasp as she circles your clit with two fingers, unhurriedly and savouring. Water cascading over your joined bodies, making everything slicker and hotter. Your hands roams her back, nails digging into her shoulders as she pressed a thigh between your legs. Giving you something solid to grind against.

"Yuki." You gasped. Voice echoing off the tiles. "P-Please."

She chuckled low, the sound vibrating through you. "Always so polite even when you're this wet for me." Her fingers dipped inside you, curling just right. Thumb still working your clit in tight circles, you rode her hand shamelessly. Head falling back against the wall, mouth opened in soft cries.

Dinner waited outside. Probably getting cold, but neither of you cared. She kissed you again, hungrier this time. Biting your lower lip as she added another finger. Stretching you open under the spray. Your legs trembled but she held you up easily. Strong from years on the job, murmuring praises between kisses. "Good girl. Taking me so well. My pretty little neighbor who aaah- cooks for me and lets me fuck her senseless."

Yuki kept kissing you, deep and slow. Her mouth hot against yours while her fingers worked your tight pretty cunt open, your twitching clit throbbing under the press of her thumb. Slick and needy in the falling water, she pumped her fingers in and out with steady rhythm, curling them just right against that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes. Your eager pussy clenching around her, still so tight even as you dripped down her hand.

You leaned forward into her, pressing your wet body flush to hers. Your lips found her neck, tasting the clean water mixed with the faint salt of her skin from the long day. She tasted like safety and heat all at once. You sucked softly there, then bolder, leaving little marks she would tease you about later.

"Gonna be a good girl and cum all over my fingers?" She teased. Voice low and rough in your ear, her breath sent fresh shivers racing down your spine.

"Yes." You moaned. The word broke apart. "Ahh fuck gonna… haah- cum Yuki."

She spread your legs wider with her thigh, opening you up even more as she fingered your cunt proper now. Two thick fingers plunged deeper and faster, thumb circling your swollen clit without mercy. The wet sounds of her hand working you filled the shower, mixing with the steady rush of water and your broken whimpers.

"That's it, pretty girl. Let me feel you." She whispered. Kissing along your jaw. "So tight for me. So wet. My sweet girl."

Your hips rocked desperately against her hand, chasing every thrust. The tile felt cool at your back but everywhere Yuki touched burned deliciously hot. She kissed you again, swallowing your cries as your pussy fluttered and squeezed around her fingers. Pleasure coiling tighter in your belly, sharper and overwhelming.

Your body tensing up, then you came hard with a loud moan that echoed off the walls, whole body shaking in her arms. Your cunt pulsed around her. Gushing slick heat that faintly washed away in the spray. Yuki didn't stop right away, she kept stroking you through it. Gentling her touches until you slumped against her chest. Breathing fast and ragged.

She held you close under the water as her hand stroked your back while the other stayed cupped between your thighs, possessive and tenderly. "Good girl." She murmured again. Pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "My favorite way to come home."

Slowly she drew her fingers out from your tight fluttering hole, slick kept dripping from your cunt, clinging desperately as if it didn't want to let her go. Every tiny tug made your walls pulse around nothing. She leaned in and kissed your lips, soft little presses, trying to distract you from the stretch.

You whimpered into her mouth, then your body finally relaxed. Her fingers slid free with a wet sound. Thick strands of your cum and slick stretched between your swollen cunt and her glistening digits. The mess shone under the low light.

She glanced down at the creamy evidence of your pleasure. Her eyes darkened with hunger. Then she looked back at you, at your parted lips, and smiled.

"Open your lips for me, princess," she murmured, voice husky and sweet.

You obeyed without thinking, she brought her cum-coated fingers to your mouth. The scent of your own arousal filled your nose.

"That's it, pretty," she cooed as you wrapped your lips around her fingers. "Suck them clean."

You moaned around the taste, tongue swirling eagerly. The salty-sweet flavor of your cunt coated your tongue. She watched you with heavy-lidded eyes, clearly loving the sight.

"Good girl," she praised, her voice low and warm. "Such a good girl for me."

Then slowly she eased her fingers free from the heat of your mouth, but before you could catch your breath she kissed you again, deeper this time, sharing the messy aftertaste of your own juices, licking into your mouth like she could never get enough. You melted against her, trembling and needy all over again.

After a moment Yuki turned off the shower and reached for the towel. She patted you dry with slow careful strokes. Her touch lingered on your breasts. Down your stomach. Between your legs where you still felt sensitive and warm. You shivered under the gentle friction. She wrapped the towel around herself next, tucking it tight over her curves. 

She then took your hand and tugged you into her bedroom. You stood there by the foot of her bed as she opened her closet and pulled one of her soft t-shirts out and a pair of cute cotton panties for you.

"Here pretty girl. Put these on." She said. Voice warm and low. She helped slide the shirt over your head. Her fingers brushing your nipples on purpose. Making them peak again. The fabric fell loose around your thighs, the underwear hugged your hips snug. You felt claimed. Comfortable, all hers.

The burritos were now warmed enough after a quick reheat. You both ate together. But you didn't sit across from her, instead you climbed right into her lap on the couch. Legs straddling her thighs, the plate balanced between you as she fed you bites from her fork. You did the same for her. Soft giggles mixing with the quiet tv humming in the background.

"You spoil me every time." Yuki said between bites. One hand resting on your lower back. Holding you close. "Coming home to dinner made by my favorite chef. Then getting to kiss you in the shower. Best part of my day."

You leaned in, kissing her softly and tasting the spices on her lips. "I like taking care of you. Especially after you work so hard." Your voice came out shy but happy, body melting against her chest.

Dinner finished slow. Plates set aside and you stayed curled in her lap. Cuddling deep into her warmth, with her arms wrapped around you tight. One hand slipping under your borrowed shirt, cupping your tit. Thumb brushing lazy circles over your nipple and she kissed you again. Deeper this time, her tongue sliding against yours while her body pressed fully to you.

You felt her heartbeat steady under your palm. Her fingers kneading your breast gently, no rushing. Just owning the softness there and you sighed into her mouth. Hips shifting a little in her lap. The summer heat outside forgotten, only the cool apartment air and her touch mattered.

"Stay with me tonight." She whispered against your lips. "Your Mom won't mind if you sleep over again. We can say you crashed after cooking."

You nodded. Already drowsy from the shower. The food. The way she touched you. Your eyes fluttered shut as she kept kissing you. Hands on your tits, body pressed to hers. Safe and wanted in her arms.

Sleep came easy as you drifted off right there on the couch. Head tucked into her neck, her fingers still tracing lazy patterns over your skin. Yuki held you through it all. Pressing occasional kisses to your hair, murmuring how pretty and perfect you are.

Later she carried you to bed. Tucking you under the covers and sliding in behind you. Big spoon to your little. Her hand snuck back under your shirt. Resting possessively on your breast again. You smiled in your sleep, feeling her warmth. Her strength, the way she made every stolen moment feel like forever.

In the quiet apartment across the hall from your mom's place. This was your comfort. It lied with Yuki. The older woman next door, The one who let you cook for her, fuck you breathless and fall asleep knowing you were her pretty girl. Always.