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neighbor!shoko ieiri keeps finding excuses to send you videos of her playing with her pussy ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
cw: mdni, masturbation, pervert!shoko, art by shki00
It’s a beautiful night of summer and after a long day of heat, you’re thankful for the breeze coming through your window. You move slowly, taking your pack of cigarettes and a lighter as well as a glass of wine, just in case. Your hair moves as you lean in the window, lighting a cigarette and taking a few drags. You don’t even think about the sheer nightgown you’re wearing, no one is in the streets at these hours.
At least that’s what you thought, because after half of your cigarette you see your neighbor walking towards the entrance of the building, she makes contact with you instantly, smiling as her eyes lower just enough to catch your nipples poking in the dress.
You recognize her with just one look, dark brown hair and that cute mole next to her eye. You remember that her name is Shoko and that she’s rather odd and aloof. Since you found her at a bar and spent a night flirting with her without knowing that she’s your neighbor, she’s been acting strange. You went from never seeing her in the building, to see her at all times. In the elevator, in the entrance, in the supermarket close to the apartments. She was everywhere.
PORNST★R
𝜗𝜚 You’ve never really questioned where Megumi gets the money for his nice apartment from as a simple veterinary student. Until you’re scrolling through a camboy website late at night and realise- huh, isn’t that your name he’s whimpering under his breath? And, what would he sound like saying it in real life?
content: smut, camboy!Megumi, friends to lovers, closeted perv Megumi, male masturbation (a lot), female masturbation, edging, WHIMPERING, moaning, rambling, gooner!Megs lowk, pillow humping, overstimulation, dirty talk, teasing, humilation (a little), messy makeouts, dry humping, fingers in mouths, nippleplay, NURSING HANDJOBS, multiple orgasms, happy trails, praise, pet names (good boy, baby, etc), missionary, creampies, oral (f receiving), he eats his cum out of you, choking him w your thighs, crying, aftercare, happy endings
wc: 4.5k
a/n: eek! this is my treat to you all for 9k <33 I really cannot thank you all enough <33!!
more like this
Your day so far has been terrible. Worse than terrible, like you burnt down a village in the eleventh century and now you’re being forced to reap the consequences in painful modernity. Firstly, your lecture was so boring you actively fell asleep at your seat and a girl had to nervously poke you awake with a pencil before you tripped over your own feet in a bid to get out as quickly as possible; then, a car drove through a puddle and splashed you with muddy water, and finally your shoes rubbed through your socks and now you have a fresh blister. It's rubbing against the heel of your shoe with every painful step, and you grimace as it stings.
All you want to do is go back to your dorm, slather yourself in bubbly bodywash, moisturise and pass out in your cosy bed. Unfortunately, you’re pre-booked into a movie night with your best friend, but you’re sure he wouldn’t mind if you cancelled, right? Megumi’s always been understanding, after all.
“Hi Megs!” You say into your phone- he picked up on the third ring, how punctual of him- “I’m super sorry about this, but I’ve just had an awful day and I can’t come over. I’m sorry!”
“It’s fine.” He says back, voice crackling over the speaker. “Don’t worry. I’ll see you soon instead, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you smile, “thanks!”
On the other side of campus, Megumi Fushiguro is annoyed. Significantly. Because now you aren’t coming over, how is he supposed to indulge in those little squeaky gasps you let out at a scare and wrap his arms around you when you jump into them?
Not that he’s perverted, or anything, though.
Okay, maybe he is a little perverted, but that’s between him and… well, his tens of thousands of nightly viewers that pay to watch him fist his cock stupid.
☆,
fwb texts with eren.
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hope you enjoyed!
Day 2: adults
Ignore the fact that I hadn’t posted the day it was due,,,,

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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 🥹🥹🫶
⋆‧°𑣲 polycule shokohime × fem!reader. (mdni) .ᐟ
— cw :: not proofread, porn w/ little plot, dominant! shoko, switch! utahime, bratty sub! reader, use of toys (strap-on and vibrator), penetration (utahime receiving), overstimulation (r! receiving), slight dub-con, mention of a safe-word that isn't used, slight aftercare.
⤷ requested by the loml :: @lilithkleia . <3
"that's it, love," shoko coos sweetly, warm breath fanning over the shell of utahime's ear. her hips smack against the plump curve of her girlfriend's ass as she drills her pink strap in and out of her weeping cunt. "you're taking me so well."
utahime, her back arched and tear-streaked face pressed into a pillow, lets a string of incoherent moans fall from her lips in response to the praise. the sheer force of shoko's seemingly never-ending erratic thrusts cause her pebbled nipples rub continuously against the satin sheets beneath them.
the brunette chuckles quietly, momentarily relishing in iero's debauchery. her brown eyes lazily flick upwards in the direction of you—bare from the waist down and squirming so prettily on a chaise lounge with a vibrator buzzing incessantly against your soaked pussy.
you'd been pestering shoko all day, purposefully pressing buttons and crossing lines you knew would irritate her. some idiotic part of you was desperate for a reaction, but she didn’t crack a singular time.
not while the three of you went out to a café for breakfast, and you kept stealing sips of her coffee, or when you all traversed the nearby mall and teased her in the victoria secret changing rooms by basically feeling her up.
she put up with all of it. and now, you're paying the price for your petty and unnecessary behavior.
"shoko," you hiccup, legs trembling. "i—"
shoko clicks her tounge and lets out a disapproving sigh, effectively cutting off your whiny protest. maintaining eye contact with you, she runs her hands along the curves of utahime's body—a taunt—and slows her thrusts slightly.
"what's the problem, baby?" she inquires, raising a brow. a faux look of disappointment graces her features. "i thought you wanted this."
see, she'd realized on the journey home that all her poor, sweet angel wanted to do was cum, for it'd explain your obnoxious behavior. oh, and she'd let you, of course.
just not in the way you wanted.
the tears accumulating along your lashes suddenly trickled down the slopes of your cheeks—a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain, in shoko's eyes—as your hips were unsure of whether to grind or shy away from the vibrator.
utahime lifted up her head and fixated her gaze upon your trembling frame. "sho, i think she's had enough," she murmured softly. "the poor thing's already cum three or four times—ah!"
the words died on her tounge by yet another sharp thrust from shoko. she resumed her previous pace, eyes narrowing. "i don't recall letting you decide, uta," she warned lowly.
utahime's walls clenched around the strap-on, lewd cries leaving her lips. she wasn't stupid to say anything else, for she knew shoko always made sure to act upon her threats. instead, she let her head drop back down onto the pillow, focusing her attention on the pummeling cock rearranging her guts.
by now, you were openly weeping, the steady thrums pushing you closer and closer to yet another orgasm. "shoko, please! i can't—ngh—cum anymore!"
"oh, but you can," shoko replies, her tone mocking your pathetic cries. her hands rest upon utahime's hips for leverage to, fucking her body back and forth upon the strap. "until you're ready to apologize, i'm afraid you're out of luck."
your nth orgasm crashes down on you. your vision blurs to a near blinding-white, and your toes curl so hard that you swear they cramp as your juices run down your spasming folds. as your high ebbs, the vibrator still does not. and that is your true undoing.
"i'm sorry!" you sob, the two words slurring together. "i'm sorry for—fuck, ngh—acting l-like a brat earlier today! please—"
that was satisfactory enough, shoko supposed. she reached a hand down to rub quick and tight circles against utahime's clit, catapulting her into a climax, too. her cum coats the strap's length, creating a sheen that glimmered in the low lamplight.
shoko waits a moment for utahime to relax before unsheathing herself from the depths of her sex, quickly making her way over to you. her fingers switch off the drenched toy and unfastens its ties from around your thigh, setting it aside before tenderly cupping your face.
"are you alright?" she asks softly. "i didn't push you too far, did i?"
you lean into her touch, a wobbling smile touching your lips. "i'm alright, love. and no, it wasn't too much. i would've used the safeword if i thought otherwise."
she hums faintly and kisses your forehead. utahime approaches your side with a cloth in her grasp and gently begins to clean you up, mindful of your sex.
"i'll run us a bath," utahime informs you. she tosses the damp rag into the hamper brimming with dirtied clothes, glancing at shoko. "do you want to join us, honey?"
shoko lightly shakes her head, waving off her suggestion. "nah, i'm alright, so you two go ahead and enjoy it. i'll order some takeout after a quick smoke. does that burger joint down the road sound good?"
utahime giggles and pecks your cheeks. "that sounds wonderful."
god, how you loved your girls.
𑣲 a/n :: i lowkey rushed the ending, but i hope you all enjoyed regardless! happy pride month. <3
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vampire girlfriend!sasuke uchiha fluff headcanons ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ an extract of your life together
cw: none! pure fluff, fem!sasuke, maybe ooc? she's clingy and shy. art by bleeehrghw
vampire girlfriend!sasuke uchiha who's clingy even if she hates to be it, she's drawn by your scent and the warmth of your skin, wanting you to have you as close as she can all. the. time!
vampire girlfriend!sasuke uchiha who has big dark eyes, it look like she has no iris and her eyes are just a big dilated pupil. They shine a lot even in the dark and it's very hard to tell her no when she looks up at you.
vampire girlfriend!sasuke uchiha who tries to not ask you for too much blood, she sees the past wounds in your neck from her bites and gets very self-conscious about it. The last things she wants is hurting you or making you afraid of her.
vampire girlfriend!sasuke uchiha who's not the biggest talker, but knows her way with physical affection and acts of services. She also listens to you every time you talk, looking at you with her big doe eyes and making you weak in your knees.
“You can’t fix him” I don’t wanna fix him! I wanna FUCK him! I’m a pervert not a psychologist!
down bad, down horrendous!—frat!gojo.
"baby please—please i'm sorry! i'll be good!" gojo was kneeling right at the entrance of your apartment, his blue eyes glistened with tears threatening to spill past his obnoxiously pretty lashes while he looked up at you like a sorry kicked down puppy.
"wha—what the fuck do you think you're doing?" you spat out, straitening your perfect dress while your heels slowly clinked on the floors. heels that he'd spent an absurd amount of money on to try to impress you.
you now stood right before him, with gojo trying to scoot closer to your legs, hugging your calves while he looked up at you with the most sorry look on his face.
"and why are you sorry, toru?" you patted him half heartedly on the head, rolling your eyes—with gojo letting out the most pathetic moan the second you pulled your hand away from his head.
he shifted closer towards you, completely flushed against your legs while you tried your hardest not to scoff at the absolutely pathetic display underneath you.
"for…for…" he was stuttering, his words catching in his throat before you lifted one of your feet—gojo's panic setting in, thinking you were going to walk away from him.
"i asked you a question, give me a fucking answer, gojo." you said, right before the point of your heel rested right above his crotch.
he gulped, looking up at you, right before you dug your heel right onto the tent on his dick.
"f—fuck w—wait it hurts, pretty, please—." he whimpered while you only increased the pressure on his cock, his sweats staining right at his tip. oh, he was enjoying this.
"oh you like this. you're disgusting, toru."
you could practically feel him pulsating, trying to hold back his tears again while you moved your heel up and down, teasing him, right before he wrapped his arms around your calf, trying to buck his hips up just the slightest bit before he came in his pants.
satoru gojo, frat president had just cum in his pants. while being stepped on. oh boy.
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ⓘ Featuring pornstar!shoko is even sexier off tape !
pornstar!shoko who started her career in college. Her roommate & a few other sorority girls thought making an amateur together porno would make them all famous.
While that wasn't the case for every girl featured in the film, it did end up going viral enough that an agency reached out to scout a few of them, including Shoko.
pornstar!shoko had one of her first professional videos go viral across every post, where she'd been given a strap-on to wear & was told to act "Mean" to her co-star, & the obviously real pleasure they both felt made the video all the times better.
pornstar!shoko quickly made a name for herself as one of the fastest-growing lesbian pornstars within her agency & even made friends with most of her frequent co-stars, and some of the male stars she'd met.
pornstar!shoko eventually became close friends with pornstar!satoru, who encouraged her to not give up on dating after one of her ex-girlfriends dumped her for not being the same as in her films.
He'd been in the industry longer than she had & told her everyone's had their fair share of experiences with a partner being insecure over their jobs. But that he'd seen some of truly beautiful relationships, so don't give up over one bad apple.
pornstar!shoko was wary when pornstar!satoru offered to set her up on a date with one of his longtime friends, until after he assured her that you'd met many of their coworkers & never brought up their line of work.
pornstar!shoko finally gave in after a few weeks of her friend almost begging her to go on a date with you, swearing up and down he could just tell you'd get along, and if you ended up not hitting it off she could beat his ass.
pornstar!shoko was semi-excited, semi-sick to her stomach, waiting for you to show up to the blind date, & was impatiently stirring her drink when you walked into the restaurant, apologizing profusely.
pornstar!shoko was in absolute awe watching you take your seat across from her & ended up spending most of the date listening to you talk & joking around while drinking & eating the night away.
You & she got along perfectly, and as much as she hated to admit pornstar!satoru was absolutely right for wanting to set you up.
pornstar!shoko didn't want the date to end; she actively prayed you'd never finish your beer just so she could keep listening to your voice—but alas, the date did end, & as you were putting back on your coat, she did something she'd never expected.
She invited you over to spend the night at her apartment & was elated when you agreed.
pornstar!shoko hated feeling awkward throughout the date & was just happy to be home, ushering you into the cushy apartment & quickly showing you around.
She was a star for fucks sake; she was so good at making other girls feel good, that they'd pout about scenes being over at the end of shoot days—acting so nervous over someone was not the norm.
pornstar!shoko almost melted into you when you pulled her onto your lap on the couch & started kissing her, before steadying herself and kissing down your neck as your fingers worked at getting your jeans off.
pornstar!shoko relaxed at the sight of your lipstick smeared & even giggled for a second before pressing another kiss to your lips & guided you to lay down on the couch.
pornstar!shoko was between your thighs, pulling your ankles over her shoulders within minutes, sucking sweetly on your clit & keeping her eyes trained on you while listening to each soft moan of her name she drew from your lips.
pornstar!shoko quickly pulled one hand down to tease your aching hole, spreading your slick slowly before finally slipping one of her fingers in—pumping slowly as your back arched off the couch.
pornstar!shoko quickly added a second & curled them once your thighs began shaking against her cheekbones, pulling back to tease you for being so close, so soon—but shut up & went back to eating like a good girl when you pulled her hair and whined out as breathy "Please!"
pornstar!shoko swirled her tongue teasingly slowly around your clit as your whines grew more desperate, until finally you finished against her tongue and fingers, lulling her cheek against your thigh as she wiped off her chin.
pornstar!shoko blushed as you played with her hair, trying to catch your breath before giggling softly, telling her you two "Need to have a second date for sure."
pornstar!shoko helped you get cleaned up in her shower before you both ended up in a tangled pile of limbs in her bed, whispering, kissing, doing anything but falling asleep.
Toji after mission
come get a 𑣲𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 like me-gumi . . .
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18+ MDNI, aged up!megumi, perv!megumi, established relationship, solo masturbation, panty kink. abstract, fushiguro megumi was doing a perfectly fine job at being your boyfriend. normal, respectful, composed. unfortunately, his dreams, his shikigami, and one very cute missing pair had other plans.
꣑ৎ MEGUMI HAD ALWAYS THOUGHT HE WAS A DECENT PERSON :)
quiet, maybe. emotionally constipated, according to nobara, which felt rude but not entirely false. he was blunt when embarrassed, painfully calm when he didn’t know what to do with his feelings, and weirdly committed to pretending he didn’t care whenever you stole his hoodies, even though he kept leaving them in places you could easily find.
then he started dating you.
and apparently, dating you had reduced him to some sort of victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time.
three months into the relationship, and megumi still acted like your touch needed a warning label. you could kiss his cheek outside the campus library and he would look away like he had just been caught committing tax fraud. you could lean against his side during movie night, warm and sleepy, and his whole body would go still for half a second before he remembered that boyfriends were, in fact, allowed to be held.
you thought it was cute.
megumi thought he needed professional help.
because it wasn’t just the soft things anymore. it was the way your shirt slipped off your shoulder when you stretched. the way your thighs pressed together when you sat on his bed. the way you looked after training, skin warm from the sun, hair messy, laughing with your water bottle pressed to your lips like you weren’t personally dragging his self-control behind a building.
he wanted to be normal about you. really, he did. you were his girlfriend, not some divine punishment sent to test whether his dignity could survive physical affection. you deserved a boyfriend who was calm, respectful, and not quietly combusting every time you hugged him a little too close.
megumi tried very hard to be that boyfriend.
unfortunately, wanting you had started eating through his self-control like a curse with expensive taste.
the dreams came first. soft, blurry, humiliating things that left him waking up too warm, face buried in the pillow, staring into the dark like the ceiling might judge him. your voice would linger near his ear. your hands would be in his hair. your mouth would be somewhere it shouldn’t be yet, sweet and laughing and completely unfair. nothing ever stayed clear enough to be useful, but it was always enough to make him feel like a criminal by morning.
every time, it was you.
of course it was you.
you were his first serious girlfriend. the first person he actually wanted to be good for. the first person who made him think about things he immediately wanted to bury under concrete and never speak of again. maybe, hopefully, someday you would be his first in other ways too.
the thought alone made him shove his face into his pillow and silently consider becoming religious.
oh, he was so cooked.
the worst part started after evening training.
the campus field was still warm from the afternoon sun, grass damp beneath everyone’s shoes, the air filled with the sound of yuji complaining that nobara kept aiming for his head. you had dropped your gym bag near megumi’s by the benches, half-zipped because you never really closed anything properly, then wandered off to refill your water bottle.
megumi had summoned rabbit escape for control practice. nothing serious, just a few white rabbits scattering through the grass while yuji tried not to step on them and nobara accused him of weaponizing cuteness. one of the rabbits, smaller than the rest and apparently born with no morals, hopped toward your open bag.
megumi saw the flash of pink before anyone else did.
his body went very still.
the rabbit tugged something soft from the side pocket and sat there proudly, your panties caught between its little teeth like it had just won a prize.
megumi moved so fast he almost tripped.
he scooped the rabbit up, turned his back to the field, and pulled the fabric away before yuji could glance over. his heart was beating too hard for something that was, technically, laundry. just laundry. normal laundry. laundry that absolutely should have gone straight back into your bag like a normal boyfriend with a normal brain would do.
“don’t,” he whispered to the rabbit.
the rabbit blinked.
you called his name from across the field, smiling as you lifted your water bottle. “gumi, you okay?”
megumi panicked.
he shoved the fabric into the pocket of his track jacket.
“yeah,” he called back, voice flat enough to pass as normal if nobody looked too closely. “fine.”
just for now, he told himself. he would put it back later. when nobody was looking. when his pulse stopped acting like he had robbed a bank.
꣑ৎ DECENT PERSON, MY ASS.
that night the dorm room was too quiet. megumi sat on the edge of his bed with the lights off, only the faint glow from the campus path outside slipping through the blinds. the pink panties were still in his pocket. he hadn’t even taken his jacket off yet. his fingers brushed the soft fabric when he finally reached in, and the second he pulled them out his stomach flipped.
he should throw them back in the drawer. he should wash them. he should do anything except what he was about to do.
instead he leaned back against the pillows, breath already shaky, and unfolded the delicate pink material. the little bow caught on his thumb. the scent of you—warm skin, faint floral detergent, the ghost of your body—hit him so hard his cock twitched instantly in his sweats.
“fuck… i’m sorry,” he muttered, like you could hear him. like apologizing to the empty room would make this less pathetic.
he shoved his sweats and boxers down just enough, his cock springing free, already flushed and leaking. he wrapped the panties around his length slowly, the silky fabric cool against hot skin, and the first stroke pulled a quiet, broken sound from his throat. the little bow dragged under the head and his hips jerked up without permission.
megumi closed his eyes and let the thoughts flood in.
he imagined you in his lap, thighs spread over his, wearing nothing but that exact pair. the way you’d smile at him all teasing and fond when you felt how hard he was. the way you’d rock against him, grinding the soft fabric right against his cock while you kissed that spot under his jaw that always made him weak. your voice in his ear, low and sweet, calling him “gumi” like you knew exactly what you did to him.
his hand moved faster, twisting a little at the head, the soaked panties sliding obscenely over his shaft. pre-cum darkened the pink almost immediately. he pictured pushing the fabric aside, sliding his fingers through your slick folds instead, hearing that tiny gasp you made whenever he touched you somewhere new. he wanted to bury his face between your thighs and stay there until you were shaking. wanted to hear you moan his name while he finally pushed inside you, slow and careful and so fucking deep.
“shit— you’d feel so so good,” he whispered, voice hoarse. his strokes turned messy, desperate. the wet sound of fabric and skin filled the room and it only made him harder. “so warm… so tight… f-fuck, i want you so bad—”
the guilt twisted sharp in his chest, but it only made the heat worse. he was disgusting. he was a terrible boyfriend. and still, he couldn’t stop. he pressed the panties tighter in his fist, close enough to feel the soft fabric against his palm, imagining your hand instead, your mouth, the way you’d look up at him with that bright, wicked little smile while you took him apart.
his thighs tensed. his free hand fisted the sheets. when he felt himself getting close, some ridiculous, half-functioning part of his brain still had the nerve to panic.
not on them.
megumi jerked the fabric away at the last second like it was something precious, something he had no right to ruin, and buried his face into his forearm as the feeling hit him hard and sudden. his hips stuttered, breath breaking into a choked sound he barely managed to swallow, body trembling through every shaky wave until the room went quiet again.
for a long moment, he just lay there, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling like it might offer judgment. it didn’t, duh.
which was rude, honestly.
the pink panties were still clutched safely in his hand, untouched and soft, still carrying that faint trace of your perfume, your laundry soap, you. megumi looked at them through half-lidded eyes, flushed and ruined and still careful enough to fold them against his chest like that somehow made any of this less insane.
megumi, once again, told himself he would return it before this got any worse.
꣑ৎ JOKE’S ON YOU.
by the next afternoon, it had gotten worse.
not because of the drills, though they were annoying. not because yuji kept trying to turn sparring into a competition no one had agreed to. worse because you were sitting beside megumi on the bench, digging through your gym bag with a frown while he wrapped tape around his wrist and pretended the top drawer in his dorm didn’t exist.
“this is actually so annoying,” you said.
megumi kept his eyes on the tape. “what is?”
“my new pink pair is gone.” you pushed aside your towel, lip gloss, and spare shirt with growing offense. “i swear i put it in here after changing yesterday. it had a little bow and everything. very cute. now it’s missing.”
megumi’s fingers paused for one single heartbeat.
“maybe you left it in your room.”
“i checked.” you sighed like you had suffered a real tragedy. “twice. i think the campus laundry ghosts have chosen me.”
“sorry for your loss.”
“thank you. i’ll need snack compensation.”
“for underwear?”
“for emotional damage.”
he looked at you then, and you looked so genuinely annoyed that guilt twisted through him, sharp and hot. you weren’t suspicious. you weren’t accusing him. you were just talking to him the way you always did, dragging him into your little complaints because he was your boyfriend and that was supposed to mean something simple and safe.
megumi swallowed.
he would return it tonight.
probably.
training picked up again after that, saving him from having to speak. the two of you sparred under the sun until sweat slid down the side of his face and his black shirt stuck lightly to his back. you were quick today, playful, laughing whenever he dodged too easily and calling him a show-off when he pinned your wrist for half a second longer than necessary.
by the time you both stopped, megumi was warm, tired, and dangerously close to forgetting how to act normal.
he turned away and lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face.
the movement exposed his stomach.
you went quiet.
megumi lowered the fabric just enough to see you staring, eyes fixed on the lean lines of muscle along his abdomen and the sharp dip disappearing beneath the waistband of his sweats. your expression changed slowly, surprise melting into something bright and wicked.
“wow, ’gumi,” you said, stepping closer. “i didn’t know you had nice abs.”
his whole body locked. “don’t say it like that.”
“like what?”
“like you’re enjoying this.”
“i am enjoying this.”
that should not have affected him as much as it did.
you reached for him before he could escape, fingertips brushing the exposed skin near his ribs. megumi’s breath hitched so quietly he prayed you didn’t hear it. your touch slid lower, still teasing, still light, tracing the firm plane of his stomach until your fingers grazed the line near his hip.
his body betrayed him immediately.
megumi caught your wrist, quick but gentle, and shifted his hips back just enough to save what remained of his dignity. you blinked up at him, then smiled like you had just discovered something valuable and planned to become a menace about it.
“sensitive?” you asked.
“annoying,” he said, voice too low.
“you’re blushing.”
“it’s hot outside.”
“mhm.” your eyes flicked down for half a second. “sure.”
he was going to die on this field.
then yuji’s voice cut through the air like divine punishment. “are you two flirting or are we training?”
megumi let go of your wrist so fast it was embarrassing.
you only laughed, bright and shameless, before stepping back like you hadn’t just put him through five stages of grief in public. nobara, of course, saw enough to make her grin sharp.
“they’re flirting,” she said. “badly, but still.”
“we’re training,” megumi muttered.
“sure,” you said, attempting to tease him. “whatever helps you sleep at night.”
it did not help him sleep at night.
꣑ৎ SPICE UP UR LIFE, COME GET A FREAK LIKE ME(GUMI)...
later that day, after practice ended, megumi returned to his dorm alone and opened the top drawer. he stared at the folded pink fabric tucked beneath one of his shirts. outside his window, campus lights glowed soft and yellow. on his desk, his phone buzzed.
y/n: still mourning the pink pair </3
y/n: she was cute, she was soft, she was taken too soon ☹
y/n: snack compensation tomorrow? ✌︎㋡
megumi stared at the message until the corner of his mouth twitched despite himself.
then he looked at the drawer again. “i’m a terrible person,” he muttered.
from the corner of the room, one of the rabbits twitched its nose like it agreed.
he should have shut the drawer. he really should have.
instead, megumi opened it again, slow enough that the wood barely made a sound. the pink fabric sat folded beneath one of his shirts, soft and damning, carrying the faintest trace of your scent. his fingers curled around it before he could talk himself out of it, and for one shameful second, he let himself hold it close.
his eyes fell shut.
oh, he was disgusting.
worse than that, he was hopeless.
because for all his restraint, all his discipline, all his quiet little attempts to be the perfect boyfriend you deserved, fushiguro megumi had one serious problem.
he was a freak for you.
and you still had no idea.
yes yes yes
︵ ೀ mdni. satoru likes getting a lil slapped and his hair pulled
your fingers twist deep into his white hair and yank his head back hard. satoru groans loud, the sound vibrating against your chest as you ride him fast and deep. his cock stretches you perfectly, hitting that spot every time you drop down.
"fuck, just like that," he rasps, voice rough and needy. you slap his cheek sharp and he laughs breathlessly, turning his face to chase your hand for more. "again. do it again."
you oblige, palm cracking across his other cheek harder this time. the red blooms quick on his pale skin and he bites his lip hard. his eyes, those bright blues, go hazy with want. he fucks up harder, hands gripping your hips tight but not controlling, letting you set the pace like he wants you to ruin him.
you pull his hair again, forcing his neck to arch back further, and lean down to bite at his throat. teeth sink in and he shudders hard, cock twitching and thickening inside you.
"pull harder," he begs, and you do, twisting your fist in those soft strands until he hisses in pain that melts straight into heat. "you like that," you ask, and he nods.
"yeah, fuck, i like it when you get rough with me," he pants out, eyes half lidded and glassy. he grins that stupid grin even as you yank his head to the side and slap the other cheek again, harder. his cock throbs, leaking more inside you, making everything slicker. "don't stop," he gasps between broken moans as the wet slap of skin fills the space along with his desperate sounds and the way he begs for more.
he is close, you can tell by the way his abs tighten under your hands and his breathing turns fast and uneven. you lean in close, lips brushing his ear, fist still buried tight in his white strands. "use me baby come on," he says and you yank his head back one final time as you kiss down his throat hard.
"im gonna cum," he chokes out needy, "please don't let go." his cock pulses thick and hard as he spills hot and messy inside you, flooding your walls with heavy spurts that make you clench around every throb.
+
the next day nanami eyes the red marks on satorus neck and faint flush on his cheek. "gojo what happened to your neck and face," he asks. satoru laughs a little too loud. "ehmmm curses you know how it is. tough fight last night. nothing big."
nanami narrows his eyes. he's clearly not convinced but lets it drop and only says that he should be more careful next time. satoru hides the smirk thinking about your hands and mouth all over him, making his cock twitch at the memory. "yeah yeah totally careful next time."
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