used to be bootymuncher

fratboy!megumi who knows you’re gullible as fuck, because you genuinely start feeling bad that you somehow have upset him and made him so angry, you looking up at him with timid doey eyes and wet pretty cheeks, sniffling and agreeing and completely missing the way megumi ferally smiles.

fratboy!megumi who’s mean even when he makes out with you, biting down on your bottom lip and laughing through breathless kisses when you yelp, the grip he has on your hips tight and cementing you in place incase you run off, muttering against your mouth about how much you’ve upset him and how much he needs you to make up for it.

fratboy!megumi who knows you’re too sweet for your own good and starts being a pervert because of it, secretly taking pictures up your skirt to make you mad or luring you to the back of the library with mumbles of ‘shut up’ and ‘just trust me,’ pulling a chair for himself and yanking you in by the waist to straddle his lap— proceeding to buck and grind his covered cock up into your already soaked little panties that he makes fun of you for.

fratboy!megumi who rolls his eyes at the way you keep nervously sputtering worries of getting caught, or suppressing your cute tiny moans from him that were the sole reason as to why he was doing this in the first place, him letting go of your waist and slumping against the chair to look at you with bored half lidded eyes.

fratboy!megumi who is internally thrilled to see that your hips stutter at the absence of friction, and even more thrilled that you start tumbling hushed begs and pleads for him to keep going, that you’re sorry, your big gorgeous anxious eyes edging him on as he milks his disappointment.

fratboy!megumi who sighs after he’s had enough of your whining, hands latching back on your hips and mumbling how annoying you are before he’s rolling his hips against you again, his head down but gaze dragging upward once he hears you hiccup and moan, a gradual— slow quirk of the lips creeping on his face.

fratboy!megumi who blames you for making him cum in his pants that day.

fratboy!megumi who gets so pissed off when you talk to other guys, especially if they’re in his frat, and tenfold when you try to cut it off with him, him chasing you around his latest frat party as you slip through the crowd— bratty and blatantly ignoring him barking after you from somewhere behind, not regretting in the least of bits that you just let one of his frat boys feel you up in the kitchen.

fratboy!megumi who is fuming once he catches you, drags you into his bedroom and backs you up against the bed until you have no choice but to sit— furrowed brows and pumping chest as he rambles on and on, asking you what the fuck you think you’re doing, and how you think letting another dude feel your tits doesn’t make you a whore.

fratboy!megumi who scoffs at you repeating you’re done with him, that he’s too mean and you don’t want anything to do with him anymore, and for the first time in his life he actually gets nervous, eyeing you carefully and asking you repeatedly if you’re serious, to which you spit out a yes and cross your arms.

fratboy!megumi who languidly closes in on you on his bed, his hands resting on either sides of your head— caging you in as you lay back with wide eyes, staring at his expressionless empty face, waiting for his next move.

fratboy!megumi who wordlessly cranes his neck down and starts slowly suckling on your neck, his open mouthed kissing and tongue filled lapping tender for once and not at all the rough housing you’re used to, him alternating spots and dragging sloppy wet spit trails all over either sides of your neck, you gripping onto his shirt, squeezing your eyes shut and biting your bottom lip to refrain yourself from whimpering.

fratboy!megumi who shocks you when he starts whispering how much he loves you, how much he needs you as he drags his kisses up to your face, gently gnawing at your cheeks and nudging his nose against your jaw, coaxing you to look at him and swallowing your mouth once you do.

fratboy!megumi who mumbles in between lip locks that he’d be so sad if you left him, that you’re all he wants and he’s sorry for everything that he’s done, that he’ll be better— kinder to you if you just give him one more chance.

fratboy!megumi who succeeds in buttering you up to get you to stay with him, a wolfish curling little smirk against your skin as he hears you take his apology through your breathless hiccuping, his mouth trailing further and further down your chest until he buries his face into your plump tits, looking up at you through half lidded eyes to catch the way your pretty face drops.

fratboy!megumi who practically rips your dress off your body, muttering about how it was ‘too fuckin’ short anyways’ before tugging his shirt off over his head, unbuckling his belt and not bothering to take anything else off, pulling his pants down a bit to free his swollen leaking cock.

fratboy!megumi who goes back to being frat boy megumi and ditches the sweet little act he put on for you, though you’re too fucked out to realize as he pounds you dumb into the mattress with your knees drawn up to your chest, him making fun of your squelching loud pussy and tear stained cheeks, hitting every part inside of you deep until you’re practically sobbing for him to slow down a little.

but he knows you’re full of shit by the way your ankles are locked behind his back and letting him do everything to you but pull out— smacking your tits, mushing your cheeks together and telling you to open so he can spit in your mouth, calling you filthy as he brutally thrusts his hips— the slapping of skin and your choked out moans filling his ears, making him obsessed until he spills his load inside of you without asking you first.

fratboy!megumi who pulls your panties back up and orders you to leave his cum inside.

fratboy!megumi who’s mean as fuck to you, and yet you let him, because that just means he loves you!

he told you himself didn’t he?

Through the narrow crack of the closet door, Megumi watched the two of you kissing hungrily, Yuji’s hands roaming over every inch of you.

His breath hitched when Yuji tugged your shirt over your head, baring your perfect breasts. Yuji’s mouth closed over one aching nipple, causing you to tip your head back in bliss. Without breaking rhythm; his eyes slid to Megumi’s. He held the stare and winked.

The pressure in Megumi’s pants grew almost unbearable when Yuji pushed you toward the edge of the bed, your thighs parting at his command. He spread you wide, revealing your glistening heat, his fingers parting you deliberately; showing him everything…taunting him without a single word.

He was embarrassed. His cheeks were flushed, but the need clawing at him was unbearable. Every nerve in his body screamed to touch himself.

Through the thin crack of the door, he watched as his best friend’s mouth worked between your thighs, licking and sucking until you shattered beneath him. Your back arched, lips parted, a trembling moan spilling out as your whole body shook.

Megumi couldn’t hold back any longer. He got on his knees and unzipped his pants just enough to free his aching length, his breath stuttering. A low gasp slipped from him the moment his fingers wrapped around his cock, he was so hard it almost hurt.

Yuji didn’t waste a second. With a heated glance down at you, he positioned himself between your legs and slid into you with one deep thrust. The sound of your whimpering blended with Yuji’s low groan, “ugh, you’re so tight baby.”

Megumi’s fingers tightened around himself instinctively. The rhythmic slap of skin-on-skin filled the room, each thrust making you cry out. He mimics Yuji’s thrusts into his own hand.

His eyes followed every movement: the way your nails dug into Yuji’s shoulders, the way your breasts bounced, the way Yuji’s hand gripped your thigh possessively.

Megumi bit his lip hard to keep quiet, but it was useless. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving. He knew he shouldn’t be watching, shouldn’t be touching himself, but he couldn’t stop. And when Yuji looked toward the closet again, smirking through the sweat and motion, Megumi felt something dangerous curl low in his belly like he was teetering on the edge of something he couldn’t take back.

Yuji’s pace quickened, the sound of his hips snapping echoed in the small room. He stroked himself in tight, desperate pulls, his thumb dragging over the sensitive head. All Megumi could think was how much he wanted to be the one doing that to you. He was so jealous.

Sweat trickled down the back of his neck, his thighs tense, his jaw clenched. The air felt heavy, thick with the sounds of your pleasure and Yuji’s deep, ragged groans.

“I’m close baby” Yuji murmured, his voice strained. Megumi’s gaze stayed fixated on the pornographic scene in front of him. He stroked himself faster now, and just as Yuji bucked his hips one last time into you, Megumi pushed his length into his fist one last time, his cum dripping onto the floor, along with soft moans escaping his lips.

After a few moments, he heard Yuji say, “Let’s get you cleaned up,” as he guided you to the bathroom.

Yuji comes back into the room moments later, opening the closet door. A grin on his face when he sees the puddle of cum in front of his friend.

“Looks like you enjoyed yourself.” He chuckled.

Megumi was too embarrassed to respond.

“Maybe you can have a closer look next time… or even a taste,” Yuji said finally.

Megumi didn’t answer; but the way his gaze lingered made it clear he was already imagining it.

But before long, your manner changed. You began to smile, to laugh, to move with a lightness that bewitched even the most stone-hearted of men. Lord Sukuna became ensnared by your charm.

The other concubines burned with envy. When one was heard speaking ill of you, Sukuna ordered her to be removed, her name thereafter unspoken within the women’s hall.

Soon, he called for you not only to his bedchamber, but also to share tea in the garden, to dine beside him, to speak with him under the moonlight. The smallest tremor of your lip, the glisten in your eyes — these things could bend the will of the strongest sorcerer.

One morning, you complained softly to Uraume that you were forbidden to leave the estate. When she answered that it was the Lord’s command, you settled on bringing it before him.

That night, after passion’s heat had cooled, you lay beside him, tracing light patterns along his back with your painted nails, humming a gentle tune.

“Beloved lord,” you murmured, “I long to walk in the town, to see the markets.”

He turned his gaze upon you. “You know I cannot allow it. It is not permitted for those of the inner chambers.”

You turned from him with a dramatic sigh. “Then your rules are cruel indeed.”

He shifted nearer, his tone softening. “If I grant it to you, I must grant it to all. You would bring me turmoil, little one.”

You said nothing, the silence between you deepening like the night itself. He couldn’t stand it, therefore he relented. “Very well. I shall have one of the inner attendants escort you tomorrow.”

You smiled, bright. “You are too kind, my lord.” You pressed yourself to him once again, your joy radiant.

Yet soon you grew rigid against him.

“What is it now, troublesome one?” he questioned.

You whispered in his ear seductively, “I would rather it be you who comes with me.”

He gave a low laugh. “And how would that appear?”

“Would you rather another man stand beside me, choosing my garments? Would you have his eyes upon me?” You said dramatically.

You rose, clutching the bedding around you, the silk clinging to your skin like a dress. “Would you wish another to see me like so?”

He struck the mattress with his hand, his voice thunderous. “Enough! I shall summon the merchants here. You shall have your market within these walls.”

Then, more softly: “I alone will choose what best adorns you. Now, come back to bed.”

You obeyed, curling once more at his side. “Truly, my lord you are the most generous of all men,” you whispered.

A faint smile touched his lips as he smoothed your hair. “Rest now, troublesome one,” he said.

You closed your eyes, content in the knowledge that you held the strongest man in the realm of your palm.

The change was instant, almost dizzying. One second he was tender, breathless kisses pressed against your skin, and the next his expression darkened with hunger. His eyes locked onto you with an intensity that made your pulse stutter, like he’d finally given himself permission to want you completely.

And God, you loved it.

So eventually, after weeks of debating with yourself, you decided to tell him.

“You want me to do what?!” Yuji nearly choked on his words.

“Yuji, calm down—”

“No, baby.” He shook his head vigorously, cupping your face in both hands like. His thumb brushed softly across your cheek. “I could never slap your pretty face. I’d feel horrible.”

You laughed nervously, your confidence crumbling beneath his reaction. “Okay, okay, that’s fine! I just thought maybe… maybe if wanna try it sometime.”

Your gaze dropped immediately, heat flooding your cheeks. Embarrassment twisted in your stomach now that the words were actually out in the open.

Yuji noticed instantly.

“Hey,” he murmured gently, tilting your chin back up. “It’s not weird. Seriously.” His expression softened. “I just don’t wanna hurt you.”

A slow smile curled across your lips. “That’s kind of the point.”

His brows lifted.

“I like a little pain,” you admitted, voice quieter this time, teasing but honest.

Yuji stared at you for a moment, visibly trying to process it. Then he exhaled a short laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’ll think about it, okay?”

And think about it he did.

A lot.

Enough that he started doing “research,” which mostly consisted of him sitting alone at night with his headphones on, cheeks burning red while he watched videos he absolutely pretended he’d never searched for. To his complete surprise, the idea affected him more than he expected.

Way more.

The thought of you asking for it…wanting it—made his stomach tighten and his cock twitch with interest.

Maybe he’d liked it too.

————-

Now you were sprawled beneath him, tangled in rumpled sheets while Yuji thrust into you steadily, his hips snapping against yours with growing confidence. A breathless grin tugged at his lips every time another moan slipped from your mouth.

He couldn’t stop staring at you.

You looked wrecked already. Your skin flushed with heat, lips swollen from the blowjob you’d given him earlier, eyes hazy with pleasure. Every expression you made seemed to drive him crazier.

His hand slid around your throat carefully, fingers applying just enough pressure to make your breath catch. Your moans softened into muffled whimpers, and the sound alone nearly ruined him.

Then his hand moved upward, thumb brushing across your cheek almost tenderly.

Your eyes fluttered open, dark with want.

“Mmh… try it, Yu,” you whispered. “Slap me.”

Yuji hesitated immediately.

“Okay…” he breathed, uncertainty flickering across his face.

His thrusts became rougher, faster, the bed creaking softly beneath you. One hand gripped your jaw firmly now, forcing you to look at him.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” he muttered, voice rough with desire.

Then, cautiously, he tapped your cheek.

Barely anything.

You smiled instantly.

“Mmh— harder, baby,” you urged encouragingly, eyes glittering with excitement. “Gimme more.”

The look on Yuji’s face changed right then.

Something hot and dangerous flashed behind his eyes.

This time the slap landed sharper, enough to sting pleasantly against your skin.

A broken moan tore from your throat.

“Fuck— yes, baby… I love that.”

Your hand slipped between your thighs instinctively, chasing the rush it sent through your body.

Yuji let out a quiet laugh, breath uneven as he watched you unravel beneath him.

“I could definitely get used to that,” he admitted with a grin.

“Huh? Wait—”

You dragged him beneath the bleachers, hidden away in the cool shadows where the sounds from practice became muffled overhead.

The second you stopped walking, you grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him.

Gojo froze for half a second. Then he kissed you back hard.

The camera nearly slipped from his shoulder as his hands found your waist instinctively, pulling you flush against him. His lips moved greedily against yours, all soft breath and messy desperation, like he’d been wanting this all afternoon.

One of his hands slid beneath your cheer skirt, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thigh before squeezing your ass firmly.

A muffled moan escaped you straight into his mouth. “Satoru—”

“You started this,” he murmured against your lips, voice already rougher than before.

You smiled, dizzy from how quickly he folded.

“You looked too cute out there,” you whispered, slipping your tongue against his. “I couldn’t control myself.”

Gojo groaned softly at that, his hand traveling upward to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your uniform. His touch was greedy now, impatient, like he wanted to feel everything at once.

The two of you stayed tangled together for several heated minutes, kissing until your lips were swollen and breathless. Your hand drifted lower, palming him through his slacks, and the sharp inhale he let out nearly made you smile.

He was already hard, of course.

You slowly sank to your knees in front of him.

Gojo’s blue eyes widened immediately.

“We don’t have much time,” you said innocently, looking up at him through your lashes.

Your fingers worked at his belt while Gojo attempted a weak protest.

“I-I don’t think this is a good idea,” he whispered, though he made absolutely no effort to stop you.

In fact, the moment you pulled him free from his boxers, his cock sprang toward his stomach, flushed and aching with need.

You glanced up at him with a teasing smile. “See? Your body disagrees.”

“S-shut up,” he muttered weakly, already blushing harder.

You leaned forward slowly, pressing a soft kiss near the base before dragging your tongue upward in one slow stroke.

Gojo’s entire body jolted. “Fuck—”

One hand shot behind him to grip the metal support beam beneath the bleachers while the other tangled helplessly in your hair.

“Okay,” he breathed shakily. “Fine. But make it quick.”

“Your wish is my command.”

You took him into your mouth slowly at first, letting your lips stretch around him while your eyes remained locked on his face.

That was what really ruined him. The eye contact.

Gojo whimpered quietly, head tipping back as you bobbed your head steadily. Every soft sound you made around him sent another visible shiver through his body.

A few feet away, the cheerleaders shouted another chant, sneakers thudding against the bleachers overhead, but down here the only thing Gojo could focus on was you.

The warmth of your mouth. The way your tongue swirled around the tip before taking him deeper.

The tears gathering at the corners of your eyes whenever you relaxed your throat for him.

“Oh my God…” he groaned, quickly covering his mouth with the back of his hand as though someone might hear him.

A few loose strands of hair fell into your face, sticking to your flushed cheeks.

Gojo noticed immediately.

Without thinking, he gathered your hair into one hand, holding it carefully away from your face. The gesture should’ve been sweet, but the way his grip tightened when you hollowed your cheeks around him made your stomach twist pleasantly.

“Mmm… just like that,” he muttered breathlessly.

His hips bucked forward involuntarily, and he cursed under his breath at the feeling.

You hummed around him teasingly before lifting your cheer top just enough for him to catch sight of your breasts.

Gojo nearly lost his mind. His eyes dropped instantly. “Fuck…” he whispered. “Play with them for me.”

You obeyed immediately, pinching your nipples while continuing to take him deeper into your mouth. The combination of your watery eyes, swollen lips, and needy little sounds pushed him dangerously close to the edge.

“Don’t stop,” he pleaded softly now, voice strained. “Please—don’t stop.”

His hand tightened in your hair as his thrusts became uneven, desperate.

Then suddenly—

“Ahh—fuck—I’m cumming.”

His body tensed hard, shoulders trembling as he finished with a broken moan, leaning heavily against the support beam while he caught his breath.

For several seconds, the only sound between you was his panting.

Then you stood smoothly, fixing your skirt and adjusting your top like nothing had happened.

“I should get back before the girls get suspicious,” you said casually.

Gojo immediately reached for your wrist.“Wait.”

You turned toward him innocently.

“There’s…” He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly shy again despite what had just happened. “Uh… a little something on your lip.”

You giggled softly before licking the drop of cum from the corner of your mouth clean.

The sight made him stare all over again.

“You’re so cute, Toru,” you teased, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “I’ll see you after class.”

Your smile turned wicked as you started walking backward toward the field.

“We still have unfinished business.”