your thighs shake, threatening to close shut, but enjin’s knees simply push down, forcing them to stay open for him. “shhh, i know, i know,” he coos. “but you need to let me take a good look at ‘er.”
he’d found his way into your room, as he always does after a mission, but today you had truly surprised him. with a pillow squished between your legs, you’d been humping the poor thing like a desperate girl, soaking the fabric with your slick as you whined enjin’s name into the sheets.
“so much of your pretty juices gone to waste…didn’t i tell you i’m the only one who gets to taste them?” he holds that very same pillow to his face, nose shoved into the wet patch to take a looong whiff of it before discarding it back on the mattress. “answer me.”
“y-yes! yes, you did,” you reply with a jagged breath. both his inked hands lay on each side of your pussy, thumbs spreading your puffy folds. “hmm…she’s missed me alright,” enjin hums, voice holding a guttural purr. “couldn’t even wait for me to come back and fuck her.”
“‘m sorry,” you whine immediately. “so, so sorry, jin. i just - aah! - you were gone the whole day—”
“and?” he interjects, cocking up a dark honey brow. “today it was your pillow…what about next time? you’re gonna go look for someone else’s cock?” a thumb slides up to your clit, meanly pressing down on it.
“no!” you cry out, tears beading at the corners of your eyes at the confusing sting, between pain and pleasure. “no, no, i would never!”
he eases, lifting his digit just to spit a rude, fat wad over your poor nub before drawing a few gentler, soothing circles over it. “‘course you would never,” enjin laughs. “i dare you to find someone else who can fuck you like i do.”
his other hand moves, two mean digits invading your mouth without warning. you moan around them, swirling your tongue around his knuckles until they’re dripping with your drool so he can stuff them into your hole all at once. you keen, writhing at the stretch, but he’s got you pinned.
“aht aht, careful girl, let jinnie check how much of this greedy pussy you took away from me because you have no self control. ‘s kinda pathetic, isn’t it? better serve you as a lesson then.”
he moves his fingers around, scissoring your walls open as more and more slick pools, until even the smallest curl draws out the loudest squelch. his thumb is relentless, maintaining a slow, torturous pace over your clit, now fully peeking out and throbbing, perfect for him to abuse to his liking.
“please,” you heave, hands craving to touch him - his arms, his chest, anywhere - but you know better. “need you, need you so bad.”
enjin’s golden eyes had been focused on your cunt the whole time, lifting up lazily, almost as if addressing a nuisance. “so impatient,” he tuts. “you need to learn how to wait, dumb girl. couldn’t even go a day without my cock, i’m worried what might happen if i have to leave for longer! do you get it?”
you nod, a whimper bubbling into your throat when he keeps his fingers buried in to the hilt, pads working around your walls to find the sweet spot he knows will make you see stars. so he leans in, a grin dancing on his lips. “if you can hold it in and don’t cum until i say so, maybe i’ll give you my cock.”
/ disgusting pervert jinnie just give me a chance please :c i can be good
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The glare of the smartphone is an incandescent, unforgiving eye in the pitch dark of the room. You aren't here—on some sort of mundane errand,but Sukuna doesn't care. He has you preserved in high-definition, trapped in a seamless loop of your own undoing.
He’s insufferably fastidious about his vice. Generic tapes leave him cold and his dick limp. Like most, he craves the authentic ruin. He craves the homemade archive he commandeered, the footage he practically tore out of you under the guise of an ultimatum.
He remembers the architecture of the shot with a cruel, visceral clarity. Dragging your knees back until your hip joints popped in protest, pinning your thighs wide to expose your honeyed hole weeping out shiny strings of slick in between your thighs. You’d tried to turn your head away, face warm and stammering, but his fingers had caught you by the jaw, thumb crushing your lip against your teeth until you submitted to the frame.
“Keep ‘em spread,” his recorded voice rasps from the device speaker—a melodic threat rasped right against the microphone. “I want the light shining straight down on your dripping cunt.”
On the screen, the glare of the camera flash carves through the shadows, illuminating the slick, glistening mound between your legs. Sukuna sits back against the headboard, denim unzipped with a calloused palm already locked around his own throbbing cock. He works himself with agonizing precision, thumb dragging over the swollen, oozing tip. Dark eyes consumed by the luminous glass.
“Look at that fucking hole,” his past self growls on the video, the audio clipping with distortion. “Open as a barn door and fucking soaking for me.”
The camera tilts, uncomfortably close. On the glass, his fat, vein-riddled dick pulls out to the very head, gleaming with your wetness, before he slams it back in with a wet thwack. The phone speakers crack under the weight of your high, broken squeal—a pathetic sound that makes Sukuna’s jaw clench, his knuckles going stark white around his shaft.
“Fucking useless,” he mutters to the empty room, his breathing ragged with a low heat coiling in his gut. “Look at you getting stretched to shit.”
Then comes the footage that always turns his brain to static.
The lens zooms in tight on the exact moment he blows. On screen, he pulls back just enough to let his cock erupt—heavy, thick white ropes blasting directly into your womb, overflowing your stretched walls until it’s gushing out, painting your folds and pooling in the crease of your ass. The camera stays locked there while your wrecked, blown-out hole quivers and twitches, utterly unable to close, helplessly weeping fat, white streaks of his seed down your skin.
“Look at it leaking out of you,” the recorded Sukuna chuckles, a dirty, cruel sound. “Full to the brim with my cum and you can’t even hold it in, can you?”
Sukuna taps the glass with a slick thumb, yanking the video slider back five seconds. Watching your quivering hole weep his load all over again.
“Fuck,” he barks, snarl ripping from his throat as his restraint snaps clean in half. His stroke turns frantic, dirty, his hips jerking up off the mattress as he comes hard, spilling thick and hot all over his own stomach—eyes never leaving the screen, completely hooked on the sight of you drowning in his mess.
𝒮atoru begging for a little cockwarming, claiming it’s the only thing that'll help him drift off to sleep…
1.2k words, quick read 𝑓𝑡. byf!toru ( +18 )
Satoru tossed and turned for the fifteenth time in ten minutes. The mattress groaned under him, and honestly, so did you.
"If you don't anchor your ass down in the next two seconds, I’m sleeping on the couch," you muttered into your pillow, your voice thick with sleep and irritated as hell. Your acrylics clicked against your phone screen as you checked the time. 3:42 AM. Fantastic.
Satoru flopped onto his back, sighing like he’d just run a marathon instead of just lying in a climate-controlled room. He rolled over, propping his chin on your shoulder, his hair poking you right in the cheek.
"I can't sleep, babe. It’s a medical emergency at this point," he whined, his voice doing that annoying, high-pitched drag he used whenever he wanted something. "My brain is literally frying. You gotta help me out."
"Go count sheep or something, Satoru. Or better yet, go do some push-ups in the living room till you pass out." You shoved his face away, but he just slid right back, wrapping a heavy arm around your waist and pulling you against him.
"Sheep are boring. Plus, I have a way better solution," he said, a slow, cocky grin spreading across his face even in the dark. He gave your hip a suggestive nudge, flipping effortlessly onto his back and dragging you right along with him until you were sprawled over his chest. "Come on. Just a quick cockwarm. Just climb up and park it so I can drift off. You don't even have to do any work. Just lay on me and look pretty."
You let out a long, exhausted groan, staring down at his stupidly handsome face. "Are you for real right now? It is almost four in the morning and you’re tryna use me like a heated blanket?"
"I mean, you are warm," he teased, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, guiding you up his torso. "And you love me. And I’ll literally buy you those shoes you were barking at on Instagram earlier. The ugly ones with the spikes."
"They are not ugly, they're archive fashion, you uncultured brain," you snapped, though your defense lacked any real venom because, honestly, the shoes were expensive. You sighed, rolling your eyes. "Fine. Whatever. But if you start doing too much and wake me up completely, I’m biting you."
"Deal. You’re the best, seriously, a literal angel," Satoru cheered, already shifting beneath you and tugging his sweatpants down with zero shame.
He didn't waste any time. His hands stayed firmly on your hips, helping you lift yourself just enough to line things up before his fingers hooked into the fabric of your panties, pushing the lace firmly to the side so he could slide smoothly inside you. The sudden fullness made you catch your breath for a second, your hands coming down to rest on his broad chest for balance. You slumped forward, letting your forehead rest right against his shoulder.
"Uuugh, fuck," Satoru muttered, his arms immediately wrapping around your back, locking you against him. He let out a long, shaky breath, all that restless energy he’d been carrying for the last hour suddenly evaporating the second you completely enclosed him. He didn't move, didn't try to lift his hips, he just stayed perfectly still, letting out a deep, contented sigh that vibrated right through your chest. "See? Perfect. I'm already curing my insomnia."
"Mmm.. wrap it up," you mumbled, adjusting your legs so you were comfortably straddling his thighs, completely deadweight on top of him. Your nails lightly scratched at the skin of his chest, mostly just out of habit to keep him settled. "If you start twitching or doing that weird leg-shake thing you do when you dream, I’m getting off."
"I don't twitch," he mumbled, his voice already dropping an octave, thick with growing drowsiness. He tightened his hold around your waist, burying his face in your hair, his breathing already starting to slow down. One of his hands moved in a lazy, comforting circle on your lower back. "You're soft."
"I know that," you replied, closing your eyes and finally feeling the pull of sleep yourself now that he was anchored and quiet. "Don't forget the shoes."
"Mmm. Spiky shoes. Got it," he slurred.
Within five minutes, his breathing completely evened out, turning into heavy, rhythmic thuds beneath you. He was completely dead to the world, holding you secure against him while he snored softly into your neck. You gave a small, half-annoyed huff, melting completely into his chest, and finally fell asleep with his cock buried inside you.
᭡ kali’s notes ⸻ I’ve been thinking about writing about cockwarming for a while now… I’m just experimenting tbh guys, but yeah hope y’all enjoyed it ?? mwahh !
╰ 18+ MDNI. a desperate, wide awake megumi knows the perfect remedy to help him fall back asleep .ᐟ (tw: dubcon, somnophilia)
it’s hard for megumi to fall asleep when you’re like this.
soft skin tightly pressed against his own, your thigh perfectly anchored over his hip allowing your panty covered cunt to press tightly against his boxers.
he can feel every shift you make, mattress springs creaking each time you twitch, soft snores spilling past snoozing lips. megumi attempts to settle you, resting a hand beneath the shirt barely clinging to your body, rubbing small circles into the curve of your back.
yet the oversized garment only makes his perversion worse. flimsy fabric strung over your body hangs off the slope of your shoulder, stretched out collar so worn and disheveled it displays an outline of your breasts, lotioned skin sweet enough to take a bite out of.
you’re far warmer than the large alabaster hands that hold you in place, megumi keeping you wrapped in his embrace and close to his rapidly beating chest. palms spay over the smooth expanse of your back as if he’s savoring it, memorizing every curve to his calloused fingertips.
his stomach churns, ears tinting pink once you’re adjusting, again. this time pressing his cock in an upwards direction towards your belly button, hips arching as you curve even further into him.
megumi’s neck tenses at that, a jolt of energy he’s been desperately holding back begins flickering in the very fingertips that grasp you. he can feel the blood rushing down towards his cock, a dizzying little wet spot growing between your legs so sticky he can feel it slowly soaking through his boxers.
he takes a good look at you, the pale moonlight seeping through the curtains and drowning out your features, eyes closed with delicate eyelashes poking out, lips wide and breathing shallow huffs of air.
you have no fucking idea what you’re doing to him.
and it’s destroying the very last ounce of resolve left in megumi’s sleep deprived mind.
it’s not like he had much of a choice anyways, body fast asleep and giving him easy access to your barely covered pussy, chilling wetness almost freezing against his throbbing tip.
his hips move before his mind can catch up to them. holding his breath, he begins to gently rub his cock into you, friction so delicious it makes him woozy.
megumi’s fully studying you now, biting his lips to hold back his shutters, taking into account each time you stir, hips halting then picking up once you’re back to gentle snoozing.
the friction feels heavenly, leaky cock head effortlessly slotting between your thighs, massaging your pussy lips until they weep. thin fabric of your panties grows so sticky it only quickens his moments, the quiet tackiness beginning to build into sopping squelches.
it’s not enough to starve off that deep feeling of desire inside of him just yet, and megumi can’t stop himself from hooking a slender finger under the gusset of your drenched panties, freeing you from the syrupy mess he created.
megumi wishes he could see it, sounds heavenly and unexpectedly bashful, the rawest form of your body he can gaze upon lays centimeters away from his greedy cock, your soaked lips on perfect display for him to rut into.
choking back a groan once he’s smelling your heady, almost sugar-like scent, he quickly gets back to work. grinding against you with perfect precision, the head of his covered dick smooches your sloppy clit, letting your folds freely wrap around him to keep his shaft neatly in place.
a rough thrust from him startles you awake, breath hitching just as his tip prods uncomfortably at your entrance, eyes fluttering open to gaze at him.
it’s difficult to make out the shape of him in your dazed state of mind, messy tufts of black hair creating shadows in the darkness, his own mouth agape and heavily panting.
megumi doesn’t stop moving even as you wake, soft sighs spilling from his lips as he’s holding you tighter, shamelessly rutting into you like a dog in heat.
you were used to him using you like this, the nightmares that hoard his mind kept him up at night, and you were more than happy to be a distraction from them.
your hand blindly finds his sculpted face, thumb caressing his pale cheekbone. “megumi?”
“go back to sleep.”
you’re slightly awake now, blinking away the shame that bubbles in your chest once a slutty moan slips out of your mouth, the heated pool in your belly swirling with molten lava once he’s grinding into your clit.
you wriggle your hips against him, trying your best to match his uneven movements, words slurring as you urge him to keep going. “take it out megumi, wanna feel you.”
floating in and out of sleep, your hand falls down to the thick band of his boxers, clumsily dragging it down until his cock is jumping out of the soaked material.
megumi only nods, placing a breathy kiss to the side of your jaw once you’re lining him up to your folds and letting go once the tip catches at your entrance, cunt slowly sinking him in.
“r-relax,” he stutters, running his hand down your forearm and gripping your wrist, placing it back down at your side, “i’ve got it.”
the finger stretching out your panties angles upwards, poking your pretty clit as a thank you, circling the bud until his cock is buried to the hilt, your cunt clenching around his veiny shaft.
you’re exactly what he needed tonight, tight cunt effortlessly expanding around his cock like you were always made to take him. he’s unsure how he ended up with someone like you, the only person who truly gets him, only one that understands exactly what he needs— all without asking.
he doesn’t need to tell you that though, each thrust he gives you will instead. determined to find the perfect pace he adjusts the two of you, the arm wrapped around your lower back presses down, pushing your body up and down on his cock.
the pleasure runs deep, heated pin prickles trickling down your spine and throughout your core, sleepy pussy sobbing and begging for more.
“megumi,” you moan, arms wrapping around his neck, placing his head into the slope where your neck meets your shoulder, “feels so good baby, want it harder—give it to me, i can take it.”
baby.
his hips pick up in a pace he could only describe as inhumane, skin slapping ‘n echoing in the cramped space where the two of you meet, sounds bleeding into the walls surrounding your glued together frames.
megumi matches his thrusts with his motions on your clit, finger bumping your sensitive button just right, giving you toe curling pleasure, the kind that causes your cunt to clench on his cock.
“y-yeah?” he chokes on the breath leaving in his lungs, nodding into your neck in an attempt to cover it up, “want me that bad, huh?”
moaning, you hold him tighter as if he’d slip out of your fingertips, words slurring. “mmm, always want you,” you murmur, raking a hand through the soft hairs at the back of his neck, “i love you.”
“fuck,” megumi curses, placing kiss after kiss to your neckline, teeth grazing the soft spot behind your ear, “l-love you more.”
he whispers it so quietly he’s sure you couldn’t hear him over the wet sounds of your pussy, hips gyrating with just enough force to curve his cock up towards your g-spot.
he knows just how to get you to unravel for him, body loose as pleasure washes through your bones, heated skin growing tacky.
“g-gonna cum!” squeaking, your body shakes as your cunt tightens, fingers pulling at his onyx hair so tight it burns his scalp, making him hiss.
“yeah?” he’s growling, voice hoarse and full of adoration, he peers up at you, steadily watching the way your face scrunches up as you approach your high, fingertip speeding up on your clit, “let me feel it then.”
megumi can feel the instant you come undone, cunt clamping down, eyes rolling back ‘til the pretty whites of your eyes glaze over.
it makes his heart swell and balls empty, ropes upon ropes of gauzy seed spilling into your cunt, cock pulsating until he’s drained empty, exasperated breaths matching your own.
he doesn’t move right away, allowing you to fall back into a rhythmic sleeping pattern, holding you so tightly no cum dares to spill out from the two of you, fingertips prodding at the sensitive skin between your thighs.
he only speaks once he notices you fully back asleep, lips whispering into the shell of your ear, bitten lip gazing the lobe of your ear, whispering all the sweet nothings he so desperately wishes he could say to your face.
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perverted boyfriend! megumi fushiguro who doesn't even realize how obsessed he is with having his his hands on you all the time 𖹭.ᐟ
you really can't escape your boyfriend's needs.
megumi needs to be touching you at least somewhere on your body otherwise he would start grumbling and grunting over the simplest things.
it doesn't matter where, as long as he's got a hold of you. he's just too clingy.. but can you blame him? you're just too gorgeous to leave alone! he treats you like you're some kind of stress ball that he'll get relief out of if he has hands on it. (of course, with love)
and at first, he didn't even realize it was that serious.
your thighs are one victim — he's tracing small doodles on your skin absent-mindedly, occasionally squeezing them too hard you whimper from the sudden pain.
your hands aren't left alone either.. don't worry, they're already getting massaged while you lay back and watch a movie! if you ask him to put nail polish, megumi gladly will but do expect a few complaints. call him the best nail tech you've got since it's free.
it's clear your boyfriend obviously loves having a hand on you at all times. though, he says his ‘mini’ fixation isn't that severe. megumi thinks he probably just needs time for himself and that's why he's been so persistent on physical touch.
but up until the time you were out on a girls' day and you weren't there for him to grope hold lovingly — he realized his obsession was far worse than he'd judged. best believe he used anything near him in the room to play with. sadly, the pillow saw things the following nights you weren't home.
when you finally came back after a torturous 3 days, your boyfriend pounced on you like a dog greeting its owner. megumi immediately went straight for the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent like a madman and mumbling something incoherent about ‘how good you smelled.’
you were tired, sleepy, exhausted — a mix of all three — hauling your suitcase in and stumbling through the front door. buttttt, it seemed that megumi's sex drive was through the roof after being deprived of his girlfriend's contact.
and his hands... they were already trailing lower and lower to where megumi especially loved touching you. his fingers toyed with the zipper for a bit, then slowly pulled it down until it screached a familiar metal sound. megumi took the initiative to pop your jeans' button open — revealing your lace panties.
ones that usually, megumi would love to see. but with how needy he was to be able to feel you in the moment — he wanted nothing more to do with it than to rip it apart because it blocked his way of having you.
and really, you could say no, but where's the fun in that?
-
“megs— ngh.. too much, please, fuck!” you cried when your big boyfriend pushed another inch inside you, nails digging into his back with each length you take. he wasn't even halfway in yet!
“shit, you're too tight.. i'll take care of you, baby. just be quiet.” megumi groaned, and you felt his cock kiss your walls due to the vibration of his low moan — causing your gummy walls to spasm. he pressed a soft kiss under your eye where tears started falling, tasting the salty beads pooling on his lips.
your pussy sucked him in so greedily and so fucking good megumi thought he'd pass out with your hole tightening around his cock. he wasn't even planning to fuck you — you just wanted a little cockwarming until you fell asleep!
but with how much megumi and his dick missed being inside you after that cursed girls' trip you went on — he might just lose the plan and end up going for a quick fuck to solve his desire. it was taking everything in megumi to stop himself from pinning you down and giving you the best sex you've had in a while.
megumi's hands fly to your waist, the warmth of his hands transferring the heat to your skin, making you jolt. and in just a second without you realizing — he flips you over on your back, and he thrusts in, deep. plus, megumi acts like an animal in heat when he doesn't get his way with you easily...
so how could you say no to your needy boyfriend?
a/n: i'm so sorry this is short! ive gotten so busy with uni lately, and it's beating my ass rn 🥹 im in a few clubs as well, and im a journalist... unfortunately, that's where my creativity for writing went—so this is a short one 😭 im so sorry i didn't get to post for a month!! ill try my best, and i promise im working on a yuji ff 🥹🥹🫶
choso thinks—no, believes—you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. it’s worse in the summer! he swears he gets such a frustrating boner seeing you under the sun..
watching you have fun with yuuji at the beach with your tits bouncing ’n all is straining his cock in his shorts like a horny teenager. god— why did you have to wear that top? not that he’s complaining, though!
by this point, choso’s swallowing his own saliva to keep himself from drooling at the picture of you jerking him off, your delicate hands wrapping around his length—pumping it softly, with measured paces that make him whimper. then when you take him and he gets close, he’ll feel your throat tightening around his cock— and, and, and, and—
“choso! wanna join us?”
“huh? ...nope.. you guys can have fun.”
choso’s dirty fantasies are interrupted by yuuji beaming at him, holding two mini buckets and a toy shovel. although choso did want to join, he wanted to watch you first like a damn pervert, and create sexual imaginations of you two in the most absurd positions getting eachother off.
choso wishes that fantasy of his were real. with you sucking him off behind a palm tree, your eyes heavy with lust, carefully gauging his reaction when your tongue meets the slit of his tip, and down his cock when you trace the veins around it.
he moans, almost faintly so—just enough for the both of you to hear it. he feared that yuuji, who went to buy ice cream, will catch you two by the tail fucking like mutts in heat. you giggle—adorably, if he’d say so—when choso whines. his chest heaving as you continue to tease him with slow, agonizing kisses and licks to his leaky tip, one of your hands coming down to cup his balls as your mouth works toward taking him fully.
but of course, that was just a figment of his imagination.
the view from where choso was sitting at was perfect, as he could see everything from here. the calm waves of the sea, the fluffy clouds, the seashells glimmering in the sand... and your thick ass whenever you turned around. choso swears there must be a god somewhere and somehow, blessing him with the gift of your existence—he seemed to think that your curves were made to be carressed and worshipped by him, and him only.
choso could never come face with the truth that he can only come to you. god, it was almost pathetic. even pictures of hot women didn’t help him when he wanted to chase that ephemeral feeling of release and satisfaction. jennifer lawrence—yuuji’s crush—was like nothing to choso. sure, it made him hard one way or another—but it could never compare to how you make him feel.
and instead of enjoying the summer vacation with you and yuuji’s friends at the beach right now, he’s thinking about guiding your hands to his throbbing cock to teach you how to jerk him off if you ever didn’t know how to do it. well, do it how you wanna do it—he’ll come like a crying puppy regardless anyway.
but for now? choso has to stick to a dumb playboy magazine covering his stupid boner for you—and the pain of your gorgeous body being something that he can’t touch and own.
“chooo, come with me to get the containers from the car! i need some help in carrying it!” you grin.
and... maybe choso will get there sooner than he expected.
‧₊ ˚⊹ gojo lets his shy gf ride him on the couch 18+
note written for this request ! sorry it took so long to get out anon, hope u enjoy <33
cw pinv riding, creampie
you never usually get like this. but for some reason you've just been desperately horny all day. all you can think about is satoru’s dick filling you up, splitting you open and hitting all those right spots. and you know he’d be more than happy to help you out—the both of you have just been chilling at home since the morning—but the only thing is that you're far too nervous to ask him straight up. your boyfriend always has the bravery to initiate intimacy with you, but for some reason you never have enough confidence to be the one to ask first.
so, today, as you're practically aching to be touched, you decide to pluck up the courage and just ask him. entering the living room, you see him slouched on the sofa scrolling mindlessly through his phone, blindfold flush against his eyes. all he's wearing are his plaid pyjama bottoms sitting low on his hips, the waistband of his boxers peeking out over the hem. the sight of his torso in all its muscled glory as he sits there, so relaxed, makes your thighs squeeze together unconsciously.
sitting down next to him, you rest your head on his shoulder. satoru smiles, putting his phone down and snaking his arm around you.
“how’s your day been, baby?” he adjusts himself so he’s facing more towards you.
you mumble something in response, though you're not even quite sure what you said yourself—something about being a little frustrated, maybe. he kisses you softly on your temple and asks you if you need anything from him. you do, you so desperately do. you want him buried deep inside you, and you want to tell him that. but something inside you makes the words halt in their track. you swallow them down, chickening out.
“no,” you shake your head lightly. “just wanted to sit with you. carry on with what you were doing.”
he chuckles, reaching for his phone again to resume his scroll. on the other hand, you try your utmost best to will away the throbbing ache between your legs. but nothing is helping; your mind is hazy with the thought of bouncing on satoru’s thick cock.
you curl up more into his side, one hand trailing up to stroke his fuzzy undercut whilst the other roams across the bare skin of his firm shoulder.
gojo cocks his head to the side. “you sure you don't want anything from me?”
“yeah,” you gulp down your lust. “i’m sure, just getting comfy.”
“oookay…” he drawls out, not totally convinced of your words.
you need some way to signal to him what you want without directly saying it out loud. so, you take it upon yourself to shift even closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling your face into him. you inhale his scent—clean, minty, satoru. the smell of him only makes you wetter, your panties getting more soaked by the second.
“satoruuu…” you mumble into his skin.
“whats up, baby?” he puts his phone down once again.
your primal hunger for him clouds your vision and you finally push aside your nerves, deciding to be bold. you swing one leg over him and straddle his lap, hands tangling in his snowy locks. beneath you, you can feel him already getting hard, so you grind down a little.
he doesn't flinch. “hm? thought you said you didn't need anything?” there’s a teasing lilt to his voice and you're sure he's being purposefully oblivious. there’s no way he hasn’t realised what you're asking for, right now. not with the way you're practically all over him.
you whine a little, though you don't mean to, getting more frustrated by the second. satoru just laughs, placing his large hands on your waist. you pout at him, your hands braced against his warm chest. if he wanted you to be more direct, so be it. hooking one finger into the hem of his blindfold, you tug it up gently, the dark fabric pushing his hair up on his forehead.
now, with no blindfold between you, your eyes meet his. they're blown wide; where there was once a ring of crystalline blue, there is now pitch black desire.
“what do you want, baby?” he whispers, kissing your cheek lightly. “use your words.”
your skin feels hot with embarrassment, but you don't know why. this is satoru, your satoru. your wonderful partner who waits on your every beck and call, and would drop a mission halfway through if you asked him to come home.
“want you…” your voice is meeker than you would have hoped, trailing off at the end.
he smirks. “can't hear you, sweets. speak up.”
“i want you, satoru.” you grind down on him again. “want you to fuck me. been thinking about it all day.” another grind. this time, he hisses through his teeth at the sensation.
at your words, he loses all previous semblance of restraint, pulling you towards him and crashing his lips against yours. the kiss is hot, all tongue and teeth and raw passion. it’s messy and when he pulls away, his lips are shiny and plump. in one motion, he’s already shoved both his pyjamas and his boxers halfway down his legs. as his dick springs out, it’s already flushed red and leaking. it looks like it hurts.
gojo pulls your flimsy sleep shorts to the side, along with your damp panties, and runs two fingers through your sticky folds.
“fuck— so wet already,” he breathes out. “should have just come to me earlier, baby.”
you whimper at the contact that you've been craving so badly all day. then, without delay, he lines himself up with your needy entrance and pushes in. you moan out in pleasure. the stretch is wonderful—you feel so full. in the daze of bliss, you begin to rock your hips back and forth. satoru holds you tightly, guiding you with his hands, head lolling back onto the cushions behind him.
“haah— yeah, that’s it— show me how much you needed me,” he exhales under his breath. “fuck yourself on my cock, baby.”
you're panting, now, inner thighs burning. the room is dank with sweat and slick, the sound of wet skin hitting skin echoing in your ears. satoru’s hips are bucking up into you and he’s groaning, your name a mantra on his lips.
“satoru—ngh—feels so good.”
“yeah?” he teases. “you’re so pretty, my needy girl.”
at his praise, you feel yourself begin to unravel at the seams. you're both sweaty, but it feels so good that you couldn't care less about the mess you're making on him, pussy squelching and creaming around his length.
soon, he’s grunting and you're whining out, your orgasm building up inside of you with such ferocity that you're buckling at the waist, forehead falling against satoru’s.
“toru—” you choke on a moan. “gonna—hah—cum—”
he doesn't say anything, just groans in response, and you know he’s close, too. after a couple more bounces up and down, you're coming undone on him, velvety walls clamping down around his dick, which twitches inside of you as he spills into you.
as you come back to reality, satoru’s arms hold you tight. you rest your head against his flushed skin, looking up at him through your lashes. he’s already smiling down at you.
“next time,” he grins from ear to ear, pecking you on the forehead. “all you have to do is ask, sweets.”
Yandere megumi & overstimulation will save my life
nomnomnom megumi has a quiet possessiveness about him that slips underneath your skin, itches like a rash spread too far to soothe. your body feels it before he expresses it — the instinctual lust that filters through your blood system and travels down south, slow and creeping akin to ivy reaching towards the sky on trellises. megumi pulls you into him at every turn, jealousy directed at the world rather than you. how dare they. look you in the eyes and treat you as though you’re some kind of treasure to steal.
megumi reminds you, relentlessly, that you are his. his fingers traverse through your folds with certain familiarity — he knows what you like, the swirl of your sticky clit a certain way, nips at your earlobes and his tongue on your pulse point. every motion is catered to your needs, rushed and poised until the pressure bubbles over, spilling hot and creamy into the seat of his palm.
he doesn’t stop, he starts again. rubbing you, round and round, prevailing despite the kick of your frilly socked feet and spasms of your shaking thighs. his breath is hot against your shoulders, strong arms anchoring you down to his lap through your peaks that come in strong tumultuous waves.
“it’s okay, baby girl,” he says, voice taut with longing and need. “you don’t need anyone else to touch you except for me.”
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you don’t stir right away. he swallows, throat dry because it's physically hurting so bad.
“please.” louder this time, cracked. his hand slides under the blanket, finds your hip, squeezes like he’s anchoring himself. “need you so bad it hurts.”
you mumble something sleepy, shifting just enough that your ass presses back against him. he chokes on air.
“fuck—don’t do that,” he hisses, but he’s already canting his hips again, rutting slow and shameless. the friction makes his balls ache worse. “baby… wake up. please. can’t—can’t sleep like this.”
his fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down just enough to bare the cleft of your ass. he groans at the sight even in the dark—soft, warm, perfect. his cock jumps hard in his boxers.
“been leaking for you for hours,” he mutters, voice thick. “dripping all over myself thinking about your pussy. need to be inside you. need it now.”
you finally blink awake, groggy, voice slurred. “cho…? oh okay."
he doesn’t let you finish. his mouth is on your neck, sucking hard enough to bruise while his hand yanks your shorts lower.
“sorry,” he breathes against your skin, not sorry at all. “couldn’t wait. hurts so fucking bad. please—just let me put it in. just the tip. i’ll be good.”
you’re still half asleep but your body knows him—thighs parting on instinct, a sleepy little hum leaving you. that’s all the permission he needs.
he shoves his boxers down just enough, cock springing free—thick, flushed dark, tip shiny and swollen, a fat bead of precum dripping down the shaft. he grips himself, smears the head through your folds, coating himself in you.
“so wet already,” he groans like it’s killing him.
he notches at your entrance, pushes in slow until he’s buried to the hilt. the stretch makes you gasp, makes him shudder hard against your back.
“fuck—tight,” he pants, hips stuttering. “so fucking tight. missed this pussy.”
he doesn’t thrust right away. just stays deep, grinding in slow circles, letting you feel every thick vein, every pulse. his hand slides up under your shirt, cups your tit, thumb brushing your nipple while he mouths at your shoulder.
“gonna fuck you slow,” he whispers, voice shaking. “gonna fill you up. been dreaming about pumping you full all night.”
then he starts moving then lazy, deep rolls of his hips, dragging out every stroke so he can feel your walls flutter around him. wet sounds fill the quiet room, one hand slips between your legs, fingers finding your clit, rubbing messy little circles while he keeps that slow, punishing grind.
“cum on it,” he pleads, voice raw. “need to feel you squeeze me. need it so bad—gonna cum the second you do. been edged all night thinking about breeding you.”
his thrusts get sloppier, harder to control. he’s whining now, desperate sounds against your neck.
“please baby, let me cum inside. want to feel it drip out of you tomorrow.”
you clench around him hard and he breaks. his hips slamming forward in a fast pace, burying himself as deep as he can while he spills. thick, hot ropes painting your insides, so much it leaks out around his cock even while he’s still pulsing.
he doesn’t pull out. just stays seated, cock softening inside you, arms wrapping tight around your waist.
“thank you,” he mumbles, lips brushing your shoulder. “love you. so fucking much.”
"love you too cho." he’s already half-asleep again, still buried deep, cum slowly leaking out around him, warm and sticky between your thighs.
“g’night, baby,” he slurs, nuzzling closer. “don’t move. wanna sleep like this.”
╰ 18+ MDNI. a desperate, wide awake megumi knows the perfect remedy to help him fall back asleep .ᐟ (tw: dubcon, somnophilia)
it’s hard for megumi to fall asleep when you’re like this.
soft skin tightly pressed against his own, your thigh perfectly anchored over his hip allowing your panty covered cunt to press tightly against his boxers.
he can feel every shift you make, mattress springs creaking each time you twitch, soft snores spilling past snoozing lips. megumi attempts to settle you, resting a hand beneath the shirt barely clinging to your body, rubbing small circles into the curve of your back.
yet the oversized garment only makes his perversion worse. flimsy fabric strung over your body hangs off the slope of your shoulder, stretched out collar so worn and disheveled it displays an outline of your breasts, lotioned skin sweet enough to take a bite out of.
you’re far warmer than the large alabaster hands that hold you in place, megumi keeping you wrapped in his embrace and close to his rapidly beating chest. palms spay over the smooth expanse of your back as if he’s savoring it, memorizing every curve to his calloused fingertips.
his stomach churns, ears tinting pink once you’re adjusting, again. this time pressing his cock in an upwards direction towards your belly button, hips arching as you curve even further into him.
megumi’s neck tenses at that, a jolt of energy he’s been desperately holding back begins flickering in the very fingertips that grasp you. he can feel the blood rushing down towards his cock, a dizzying little wet spot growing between your legs so sticky he can feel it slowly soaking through his boxers.
he takes a good look at you, the pale moonlight seeping through the curtains and drowning out your features, eyes closed with delicate eyelashes poking out, lips wide and breathing shallow huffs of air.
you have no fucking idea what you’re doing to him.
and it’s destroying the very last ounce of resolve left in megumi’s sleep deprived mind.
it’s not like he had much of a choice anyways, body fast asleep and giving him easy access to your barely covered pussy, chilling wetness almost freezing against his throbbing tip.
his hips move before his mind can catch up to them. holding his breath, he begins to gently rub his cock into you, friction so delicious it makes him woozy.
megumi’s fully studying you now, biting his lips to hold back his shutters, taking into account each time you stir, hips halting then picking up once you’re back to gentle snoozing.
the friction feels heavenly, leaky cock head effortlessly slotting between your thighs, massaging your pussy lips until they weep. thin fabric of your panties grows so sticky it only quickens his moments, the quiet tackiness beginning to build into sopping squelches.
it’s not enough to starve off that deep feeling of desire inside of him just yet, and megumi can’t stop himself from hooking a slender finger under the gusset of your drenched panties, freeing you from the syrupy mess he created.
megumi wishes he could see it, sounds heavenly and unexpectedly bashful, the rawest form of your body he can gaze upon lays centimeters away from his greedy cock, your soaked lips on perfect display for him to rut into.
choking back a groan once he’s smelling your heady, almost sugar-like scent, he quickly gets back to work. grinding against you with perfect precision, the head of his covered dick smooches your sloppy clit, letting your folds freely wrap around him to keep his shaft neatly in place.
a rough thrust from him startles you awake, breath hitching just as his tip prods uncomfortably at your entrance, eyes fluttering open to gaze at him.
it’s difficult to make out the shape of him in your dazed state of mind, messy tufts of black hair creating shadows in the darkness, his own mouth agape and heavily panting.
megumi doesn’t stop moving even as you wake, soft sighs spilling from his lips as he’s holding you tighter, shamelessly rutting into you like a dog in heat.
you were used to him using you like this, the nightmares that hoard his mind kept him up at night, and you were more than happy to be a distraction from them.
your hand blindly finds his sculpted face, thumb caressing his pale cheekbone. “megumi?”
“go back to sleep.”
you’re slightly awake now, blinking away the shame that bubbles in your chest once a slutty moan slips out of your mouth, the heated pool in your belly swirling with molten lava once he’s grinding into your clit.
you wriggle your hips against him, trying your best to match his uneven movements, words slurring as you urge him to keep going. “take it out megumi, wanna feel you.”
floating in and out of sleep, your hand falls down to the thick band of his boxers, clumsily dragging it down until his cock is jumping out of the soaked material.
megumi only nods, placing a breathy kiss to the side of your jaw once you’re lining him up to your folds and letting go once the tip catches at your entrance, cunt slowly sinking him in.
“r-relax,” he stutters, running his hand down your forearm and gripping your wrist, placing it back down at your side, “i’ve got it.”
the finger stretching out your panties angles upwards, poking your pretty clit as a thank you, circling the bud until his cock is buried to the hilt, your cunt clenching around his veiny shaft.
you’re exactly what he needed tonight, tight cunt effortlessly expanding around his cock like you were always made to take him. he’s unsure how he ended up with someone like you, the only person who truly gets him, only one that understands exactly what he needs— all without asking.
he doesn’t need to tell you that though, each thrust he gives you will instead. determined to find the perfect pace he adjusts the two of you, the arm wrapped around your lower back presses down, pushing your body up and down on his cock.
the pleasure runs deep, heated pin prickles trickling down your spine and throughout your core, sleepy pussy sobbing and begging for more.
“megumi,” you moan, arms wrapping around his neck, placing his head into the slope where your neck meets your shoulder, “feels so good baby, want it harder—give it to me, i can take it.”
baby.
his hips pick up in a pace he could only describe as inhumane, skin slapping ‘n echoing in the cramped space where the two of you meet, sounds bleeding into the walls surrounding your glued together frames.
megumi matches his thrusts with his motions on your clit, finger bumping your sensitive button just right, giving you toe curling pleasure, the kind that causes your cunt to clench on his cock.
“y-yeah?” he chokes on the breath leaving in his lungs, nodding into your neck in an attempt to cover it up, “want me that bad, huh?”
moaning, you hold him tighter as if he’d slip out of your fingertips, words slurring. “mmm, always want you,” you murmur, raking a hand through the soft hairs at the back of his neck, “i love you.”
“fuck,” megumi curses, placing kiss after kiss to your neckline, teeth grazing the soft spot behind your ear, “l-love you more.”
he whispers it so quietly he’s sure you couldn’t hear him over the wet sounds of your pussy, hips gyrating with just enough force to curve his cock up towards your g-spot.
he knows just how to get you to unravel for him, body loose as pleasure washes through your bones, heated skin growing tacky.
“g-gonna cum!” squeaking, your body shakes as your cunt tightens, fingers pulling at his onyx hair so tight it burns his scalp, making him hiss.
“yeah?” he’s growling, voice hoarse and full of adoration, he peers up at you, steadily watching the way your face scrunches up as you approach your high, fingertip speeding up on your clit, “let me feel it then.”
megumi can feel the instant you come undone, cunt clamping down, eyes rolling back ‘til the pretty whites of your eyes glaze over.
it makes his heart swell and balls empty, ropes upon ropes of gauzy seed spilling into your cunt, cock pulsating until he’s drained empty, exasperated breaths matching your own.
he doesn’t move right away, allowing you to fall back into a rhythmic sleeping pattern, holding you so tightly no cum dares to spill out from the two of you, fingertips prodding at the sensitive skin between your thighs.
he only speaks once he notices you fully back asleep, lips whispering into the shell of your ear, bitten lip gazing the lobe of your ear, whispering all the sweet nothings he so desperately wishes he could say to your face.
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ characters are adults. boyfriend!megumi fushiguro and fem!reader. established relationship, somnophilia, pussy jobs, clothed sex, free use, cum play. ꒰ gumi decides that getting you off feels best when you’re asleep and dreaming. ꒱
megumi likes them most when you’re too tired for a proper fucking. he crawls over you while you sleep and shrouds you in his shadow — wide shoulders kissed by moonlight that hide you from the eclipse — his fingers soft against your hips like the gentle twinkle of stars in the distance as he presses your knees into your shoulders.
“easy, baby girl, s’just me,” his voice is hoarse with crumbling restraint, weighed down in his throat by his insatiable greed. sweatpants have long since been rolled down and nestled under balls that twitch with a brilliant and impending load. megumi’s cock his heavy against your stomach — the head vibrant red whilst it oozes pre onto the frilly waistband of your panties.
at first — he smacks himself against your clothed core, prodding at your hole which he craves the energy to fill. for now, megumi makes it work. he finds that he adores the white cotton undergarments you wear. frilly with a delicate pink bow just under your navel. he doesn’t take them off. too fond of the decoration to his sin. he doesn’t even tuck them to the side, he slides himself through the loop of fabric at your leg and thrusts. careful, tentative, and slow as if to make you really feel it. prominent veins pulsing where they meet your beating clit.
you stir cutely, calling his name as if to greet him in your dream. megumi kisses the crease between your brows — soothing, attentive. “i’ve got you, let me make you feel good.”
claggy, syrupy sounds cling to the cool night, arousal catching on megumi’s shaft with each pass through your sopping mound. you’ve probably no idea how wet you are, tendrils of sleep woven around your mind — making you pliant and perfect for him. he hisses when you clench around nothing but catch on every part of him, aching to be filled with his length.
the gusset of your soft cotton panties darken in the exchange of slick and precum — the gooey strands forming a strong web where he ends and you begin. much like the rise of your sun and the fall of his moon, the cycle of pleasure is endless and it embraces you even in deep slumber. his hips draw back, pearlescent and slender, and his mushroomed tip slips beneath the scalloped edge of your underwear once more. using nimble fingers and a gentle grip as to not spark any over-sensitivity — fushiguro takes hold of himself, his curved lengthy shaft bobbing in between nimble digits, for better leverage. rubbing his milky oozing head back and forth over your arousal beading nub.
occasionally he dips past the tight ring of your entrance, shuddering at your iron grip — pride tingling within the gap between brain and his skull at how selfishly you lock down on him even when you’re not awake to show the world.
he’ll always count his lucky stars that you’re so eager, so willing to let him have you as he sees fit. awake or asleep your precious pussy belongs to him. in the depths of your consciousness she craves him, it’s obvious in the way your hips canter upwards to meet megumi’s as your high approaches like rushing rapids. the manner in which your back bows towards the night sky — forcing his chest to yours as though you are trying to fuse your heartbeats into one.
“so good to me. so fucking good.” megumi coos under his breath, hidden beneath his aerated moans because he cums not too long after. limbs wobbly with his collapse on top of you imminent. his weight your shaky, sleepy frame is accompanied a shot of translucent, viscous white into the seat of your panties. the flood swirling with heated gush of nectar from your abused slit. all of it smears lewdly through your abused folds, white on your sensitive clit in the form of his signature.
lashes kiss your cheeks and neck whilst megumi steadies himself in the scent of sex and warmth of your skin. his breath shattered and mystified against you.
“i can be even better,” you murmur to him, feeling him flinch in surprise when your fingers curl in midnight locks at the nape of his neck — roused by the cooling mess between your thighs. “if you cum inside next time.”
all megumi can do is groan — hungry and appreciative because you really are always so ready for him.
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geto suguru is a mean tease, he’s all kind smiles and soft tones but his hands are rough on you and his words are mean. murmuring things like, “you’re so cute for someone with a cunt this fucking greedy.” tone light but content dark, his cock driving into you from behind, hands tugging you back onto him like you’re a human ragdoll.
fucking you so well, just right, getting you so fucking close for the umpteenth time only for him to mock you for how fast he’s getting you to cum again, “already? so soon? can’t fucking help yourself, can you?”
lips trailing up your neck from behind, leaving behind wet kisses as he covers your body in his, hips never stopping their relentless thrusting. “got such a messy pussy,” he’d coo at you, going quiet only so you can hear the obscene squelching filling the room.
he embarrasses you on purpose, he loves how you shy away from him at his words, but your cunt only grows slicker, coating his cock so well. your body so completely honest with him where you’re not.
it’s not like he stops either, he’s fucking you until you cum and teasing you for how easy it is the whole time. only stopping to groan at how you grip him sinfully tight, even then, he’s thinking of how to embarrass you more.
yeah... geto suguru is a mean tease.
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the soft glow of your phone lit the room as you lay sprawled across the bed, one leg bent beneath the blankets while your thumb mindlessly flicked from one post to the next. you’d barely register anything you’d looked at in the last 20 minutes, your thoughts drifting elsewhere every few seconds. to him.
megumi had only been gone a few days, called away on an extensive mission that had kept him out longer than either of you had expected. you were used to missions, they came with the territory, but that didn't make the apartment feel any less empty while he was away.
the quiet click of the bedroom door pulled you from your thoughts and you looked up immediately.
a little paler than when he'd left, megumi stepped inside, looking every bit as worn out as you expected. his uniform was wrinkled, his hair a mess, and the exhaustion on his face was impossible to miss. even standing in the doorway, he looked like he was running on whatever little energy he had left, the tension evident in the slow rise and fall of his breathing.
a smile found your lips before you could stop it, greeting softly, "hey, gumi..”
he lingered by the door for a moment, eyes finding you almost immediately. "hey," his voice was quieter than usual.
for a split second, something softened in them. there was a flicker of need, small enough that anyone else would've missed it. it vanished just as quickly, hidden beneath his usual calm expression. the moment passed almost as quickly as it came.
“..i’m gonna change,” he murmured.
you nodded. “take your time.”
a minute later, he stepped back into the room wearing a loose black shirt and sweatpants. his damp hair clung slightly around his forehead, evidence he'd at least splashed some water on his face before changing. he tossed the crumpled uniform over the back of a chair before making his way toward the bed.
he looked more comfortable. still exhausted. the mattress dipped as he sat beside you.
you smiled to yourself, resisting the urge to immediately throw your arms around him. you’d missed him more than you cared to admit, but one look at him told you he probably needed a second to simply breathe. so you let him, your attention drifting back to your phone.
a few quiet moments passed. then you felt yourself slide ever so slightly across the mattress. you frowned.
another gentle tug. looking down, you found megumi’s hand resting against your waist, fingers hooked in the fabric of your shirt. he wasn't pulling very hard, just enough to coax you closer to him.
there wasn't any urgency behind it either. he wasn't trying to drag you over, just patiently encouraging you, inch by inch.
you blinked at him.
"what’re you doing?"
he stayed quiet.
instead, he gave your side another small tug.
"gumi?"
only then did he look at you. the exhaustion lingering in his eyes somehow made them softer, less guarded than usual. "..c’mere.”
you giggled quietly. "i am here."
a tiny sigh escaped him, one that sounded almost amused despite how tired he was. he shook his head once. "..no."
his gaze dropped to his lap before lifting back to yours. "here."
realization dawned on your face. "..oh."
a grin spread across your lips. “you've been trying to pull me onto your lap?"
the faintest hint of color dusted his ears. "..maybe."
"you know," you teased, setting your phone on the nightstand, "you could've just asked."
"i did."
"barely."
“you gonna sit or not?”
despite your teasing, you shifted over without another word, carefully settling onto his lap.
the moment your weight rested against him, his hands instinctively found your waist, adjusting you just enough so you were comfortable before letting out a slow, tired breath.
his shoulders noticeably sagged. like he'd been holding himself together all day and had finally been given permission to stop.
a quiet breath escaped him as he rested his forehead against your shoulder, his eyes slipping shut.
"there," you murmured, slipping your fingers into his hair. "better?"
"much."
his hands ran up and down your sides, absentminded and comforting. it had only been a few days, but now that he was here, you realized just how much you'd missed touching him, running your fingers through his hair, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, knowing he was safe.
"missed you," he admitted, his voice barely louder than a whisper.
“i missed you too."
the room fell quiet again.
you couldn’t help but lean down and give him a quick kiss despite the silence. he answered with another, lips parting slightly before pulling back. his palms slid around your waist, fingers spreading wide as they traveled down to grip your hips.
"your skin feels good," megumi said against your mouth. "missed touching you."
“yeah? thought of you every night, gumi. wanted you home so bad..”
another short kiss. then a longer one where his tongue brushed yours briefly. his hands moved again, one staying at your hip while the other slipped higher under your shirt, tracing the curve of your side.
you shifted and he pushed the fabric higher, exposing more skin as his fingers trailed up to brush the underside of your breasts. the slight friction sent a small jolt down his spine.
"shiiit.. right there, pretty," he breathed when you started rocking your hips slowly. the thin cotton of your panties rubbed against the front of his sweatpants, and he could feel himself hardening beneath you. "yeah, keep doin’ that.. feels too good."
you ground down again, a little firmer this time, and megumi groaned softly into the next kiss. short pecks alternated with deeper ones as his hands roamed freely, squeezing your hips, sliding back to your ass, cupping your chest through the loose shirt.
"god, you're so soft," he groaned into the kiss, his hand shifting to give your ass a gentle, playful smack. the sound echoed in the quiet room, making you gasp, which only seemed to encourage him. he smacked you again, a bit firmer this time, before kneading your backside like he was trying to mold you to his body.
"you’re getting hard already," you giggled between kisses.
the sensation of your panties against his sweatpants was agonizingly perfect. you could feel the thick, hard length of his dick pulsing beneath the fabric, straining against the waistband of his sweatpants.
"can’t help it," he replied, voice a bit rougher now. "not when you're moving like that on my dick."
his thumbs circled your nipples through the fabric while his other hand dipped lower, fingers tracing the edge of your panties before returning to your waist. another grind made him twitch, and he pulled you closer for a messy kiss, tongues meeting briefly.
"don’t stop," megumi urged. "wanna feel you like this.. all of you."
you ground down harder, a slow, circular motion that had him arching his back, a low moan escaping his throat. his hands flew back down to your ass, gripping you tightly and pulling you flush against his erection. you rolled your hips once more, the friction building steadily against his growing erection. he nipped at your bottom lip, hands never still, sliding around your back, lifting your shirt again to run his palms up your sides and over your chest.
"love how you feel on me," he said quietly. "grinding on my dick ‘nd shit.. keep going."
short kisses punctuated every movement, turning into longer, hungrier ones as you continued the slow rhythm. his hands stayed busy, gripping, stroking, occasionally pushing the shirt higher so he could touch more of your bare skin.
"tired as hell but i really can’t get enough of you," megumi muttered against your lips, giving your ass another sharp smack, the sting mixing with the pleasure of your bodies rocking in sync. his name slipped from your lips in a breathless gasp, earning nothing more than an amused purse of his lips.
