Submissive! Naoya Zennin x dom! fem reader. FYI, it’s a bit dark. Mentions of abuse, bondage, peeing, mindbreak, a little bit of pain infliction. He’s wearing a bitchsuit and is on piddlefours. I’d recommend searching this up if you want a better idea on his position during this story. Also, based on the few stories on my page, you can tell I have something for puppy boys 😕
The room smells of stale sweat and desperation.
It's a small, windowless space. A former storage closet, perhaps a servant's quarters in some forgotten wing of the Zenin estate. The only light comes from a single bare bulb overhead that flickers every few seconds. It's been hours, but feels like days. Time has become a slippery thing, measured not in hours but in the erosion of his spirit.
The mattress on the floor is thin and sagging. Naoya Zenin lies on his side, legs tucked slightly toward his chest, the same position he's held for what feels like an eternity. His dyed blonde hair which is more so just green hair, once meticulously styled to perfection, now lies lank and greasy against his forehead. The sharp, aristocratic angles of his face are hollowed by exhaustion, his brown eyes dulled.
In the corner sits a chipped ceramic bowl filled with water. Beside it, another bowl contains something that might generously be called food—a greyish, mushed-up paste that smells faintly of meat and grain. It's been there since morning. He ate some of it. On all fours. Face-first. The memory makes his stomach turn.
And then, the final piece of humiliation. Spread across the floor near the door, a rectangular dog peeing mat. Disposable. Absorbent. Printed with little paw prints around the border as if that somehow makes it less dehumanizing. He hasn't needed it yet. He's been holding, fighting his own body with the last shreds of his Zenin discipline. But the pressure in his bladder is becoming impossible to ignore, and the realization that he will eventually have to crawl over to that mat, squat over it like some housebroken mongrel—
The door opens.
No knock. No warning. Just the sudden intrusion of light from the hallway, cutting a harsh white wedge across the grimy floor. Naoya flinches, instinctively curling tighter into himself. The bare bulb above seems to dim in deference to the brightness spilling in.
You stand in the doorway, silhouetted against the polished wood corridor beyond. You don't step inside. You don't need to.
He looks up at you from his mattress on the floor. His cracked lips part. A sound tries to escape—perhaps a plea, perhaps a curse, perhaps just her name—but nothing comes except a dry, rasping exhale. The heir of the Zenin clan has been reduced to this: a creature who waits, who endures, who has learned that survival means silence until spoken to.
Ever since that night—the night you walked through the estate gates and painted the Zenin compound red with the blood of his family—he has been unmade. Piece by piece. Layer by layer. You killed them all. Every sorcerer, every elder, every cousin. Everyone except him. He still doesn't know why. Probably because of the way he treated you back when you were just a helpless girl. Before you surpassed him, something he still isn’t willing to admit.
Your gaze sweeps over the room—the mattress, the bowls, the peeing mat—with clinical detachment. If you feel satisfaction at how thoroughly you've broken him, it doesn't show on your face.
"Get up," you say. Your voice is calm. Absolute. It leaves no room for anything but obedience. "You're going to follow me."
You step back from the doorway, making space. Naoya's body moves before his mind has even finished processing the command. His muscles, sore from hours of stillness, scream in protest as he pushes himself up onto all fours.
You begin walking away and he follows.
The hallway stretches endlessly before him. Each shuffling movement showcases his restriction. Naoya Zenin, heir to a name that once commanded fear and respect, now exists solely within the confines of his bondage. The bitchsuit is a masterwork of gleaming black leather, locking his knees and elbows into an acute, permanent bend. He cannot stand. He cannot straighten his limbs. His world is reduced to the fifteen inches between his padded knees and elbows, the polished floor, and you.
The gag stretches his jaw wide. A thin strand of drool has already begun to escape the corner of his mouth, a glistening thread that sways with his laborious crawl. His pride, once a towering inferno, is now a tiny, sputtering ember.
You walk ahead of him, a vision of casual dominance.
Click, click, click, is the sound your heels make. In your hand, you carry a slender, elegant riding crop.
Naoya tries to match his rhythm to yours—left knee, right elbow, right knee, left elbow—a humiliating, rocking motion. The muscles in his thighs and shoulders burn. He’s a Zenin, crawling like a common dog. His cock, traitorously, hangs heavy and half-hard beneath him, swaying with every lurching step like a slab of meat on a butcher’s hook.
He grunts against the gag as one of his knee pads slips slightly on a wooden plank out of place. The tiny misstep jolts through his locked joints, causing a sharp jarring pain. His rhythm falters. He pauses for a fraction of a second, just to breathe, just to steady himself.
Thwack.
A sharp, focused sting blooms across the lower curve of his right buttock. It's not a brutal blow, but it's perfectly placed, a mark that makes him flinch and whimper against the gag.
"Did I say you could stop?" Your voice is calm, devoid of anger, yet it cuts through him more effectively than any cursed technique. He can feel your gaze on him now.
Naoya's head jerks up at the sound of your voice, his hair falling messily across his wide eyes locked onto you. He shakes his head quickly, frantically—no, no you didn't, you didn't say I could stop—the motion desperate and jerky, like a dog trying to appease its master. The gag makes the movement clumsy, ungraceful. A thin strand of drool flicks from the corner of his mouth, catching the light before it splatters against the floor.
A hot wave of shame washes over Naoya. He looks back down and renews his efforts, his movements becoming more frantic, more eager. The sound of his knees and elbows scuffing against the floor fills the hallway. He’s panting now, short, sharp breaths forced through his nose around the gag. The drool drips onto the marble, leaving a faint, shameful trail in his wake. He crawls faster, fixated on the sight of your heels, on the hem of your attire.
With a surge of desperate energy, he closes the small gap he’d created. He’s right behind you now, his head almost level with the back of your knees. He can smell you—a faint, clean perfume mixed with the intoxicating scent of power. He lets out a small, involuntary whine from deep in his throat, muffled by the gag. It’s a sound of pure, pathetic canine need. He wants to nuzzle your leg, to feel the fabric of your clothing against his hair, a silent, doggish plea for acknowledgment despite all the abuse you’ve put him through. All he has is you now. You’ve made sure of that.
You stop without warning. Naoya, so focused on chasing you, nearly bumps his snout into your calf. He freezes, every trembling muscle locked tight, his back a sloping line of submission. His heart jackhammers against his ribs. The silence is thick, heavy. He hears the subtle shift of the riding crop in your hand. He braces for the sting, a punishment for his earlier hesitation, for his presumptuousness in getting so close without permission.
Instead, the silence stretches. One heartbeat. Two. Three.
You turn slowly, and Naoya squeezes his eyes shut, bracing. The crop. The scolding. The cold disappointment. He knows these things now. He's learned the shape of your displeasure.
But nothing comes.
He dares to crack his eyes open and finds you looking down at him. Not with the clinical detachment from before, not with the sharp edge of command. Your expression is unreadable for a moment, and then—
You smile.
It's not a cruel smile. It's not predatory or mocking. It's sweet. Bright. The kind of smile someone gives a beloved pet who's just done something impossibly endearing. Your eyes crinkle at the corners. Your whole demeanor shifts, the crop hanging loose and forgotten at your side.
"Good boy," you say, and the words hit him like a physical blow. "Such a good boy, Naoya."
He makes a sound against the gag. Something strangled. Something breaking.
You tilt your head, that radiant smile still in place, and your voice drops to something soft and warm—the voice someone uses to coo at a puppy. "Do you want a belly rub? Hmm? Does my good boy want a belly rub?"
Something inside Naoya Zenin shatters.
It's not a crack. It's not a slow crumbling. It's an absolute, catastrophic demolition of everything he was, everything he tried to hold onto. The last wall, the final brick of pride he'd kept clutched to his chest in the dark of that storage room doesn't just fall. It explodes.
A sound rips out of him. High-pitched. Desperate. A keening whine that starts deep in his chest and punches its way past the bone gag, filling the marble hallway with raw, animal need. His eyes, those sharp brown eyes that once looked down on everyone, are wide and wet and begging.
He doesn't think. Thinking is gone. There is only the need, obliterating everything else.
Naoya flops onto his back with all the grace of a dog throwing itself at its owner's feet. His bound limbs stick up awkwardly, knees and elbows bent, but he doesn't care, can't care, because you're still smiling and he needs—he needs—
He writhes. That's the only word for it. He arches his spine and wriggles on his back, presenting his belly—his vulnerable, exposed stomach and chest—to you with utter, shameless desperation. His bound arms flail uselessly. His hips buck against nothing. The gag muffles his frantic whining, but it can't silence it entirely. The sound echoes off the marble walls, a continuous, pitiful cry of please, please, please.
He's going to die. If your hand doesn't touch him in the next five seconds, his heart will simply stop. He knows this with the same certainty he once knew his own superiority. He will die right here, NOW, on this cold marble floor, a bound and broken thing, because you smiled at him and he needs—
You crouch down.
The sight of you descending to his level, the rustle of your clothing, the way your smile softens into something almost fond—it pulls another desperate whine from his throat. His hips buck harder. His cock, already hard, bobs against his stomach, leaking a thin trail of precum onto his own skin.
"There we go," you murmur, and then your hand makes contact with his belly.
The touch is gentle. That's what destroys him completely. Not pain—he's learned to take pain. Not command—he's learned to obey. But this soft, affectionate touch, your palm pressing flat against the planes of his stomach and then rubbing in slow, warm circles?
He's never felt anything like it. No one has ever touched him like this. Like he was precious. Like he was good.
Naoya screams against the gag. It comes out as a muffled, high-pitched wail, his entire body convulsing. The pressure that's been building for hours, for days, for his entire miserable life—it crests, crashes, and then his cock jerks violently and erupts.
The first rope of cum splatters across his own chest, hot and thick and startlingly white. Another follows, painting a stripe up toward his collarbone. And another. And another. His hips pump uselessly into the air, his bound limbs trembling, as wave after wave of release tears through him. He can't stop. He can't control it. He's coming apart, literally and figuratively, and your hand never stops moving—gentle, circular rubs across his belly as he coats himself in his own release.
The whining doesn't stop. It might be his voice now, permanently. The sound of a dog who's finally, finally been told he's good.
When the last spasm fades, Naoya goes limp. His chest heaves. His limbs, still locked in their permanent bend, fall slack against the marble. Cum pools in the dips of his collarbone, drips down his sides, sticks to your fingers where they still rest on his belly.
He's floating. Somewhere far away. Somewhere soft.
And then, because his body is no longer his own—because it's yours, all yours—the muscles he's been clenching for hours finally give out.
A warm wetness spreads beneath him, pooling on the polished marble. The sharp smell of urine cuts through the air. Naoya doesn't even have the strength to be mortified. He just lies there, in a puddle of his own making, covered in his own spend, while you crouch beside him with that gentle smile still playing at your lips.
The heir of the Zenin clan is gone. In his place is only this: a panting, trembling, emptied thing, staring up at you with hazy brown eyes that hold nothing but devotion.
You give his belly one final pat.
"Good boy," you say again, and Naoya's eyes flutter closed.
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choso kamo x naoya zenin, ~3.5k words
*if you want to skip to the smut then scroll till you see (☆彡☆彡☆彡)*
Choso’s head hurt. Throbbing. An incessant, grating kind of pain; also known as Naoya Zenin.
Seriously, it’s like he had a motor in his mouth. He was always spewing his shit, he would be practically intolerable if not for the fact he was technically related to Megumi.
Choso loved his brother, he’d do anything for him, but dealing with Yuji’s boyfriends brainwashed cousin was about to tip him over the edge.
Seriously, he’d met with Naoya too many times before, bickered much more than that, Choso had no idea why he continued letting Yuji convince him.
Megumi wasn’t fond of Naoya either, but Yuji had seemed to convince him that they could talk some sense into him. Choso, nursing his 2nd drink watched Naoya on his.. he lost count at this point.
Leaning over the bar, blabbering off to Megumi about Maki. Again.
“Seriously, who’s she think she is?”
He slurred drunkenly.
“Leaving for college, she thinks shes a big shot? She should be here! Helping her fucking mother cook! Selfish bitch.. acts like a man too. She should be polite!”
Choso placed his head in his hand and sighed, long and heavy. Yuji tapped him, eyes pitiful but desperate.
“Hey, uh.. do you think you could take Naoya home? The bartender just told me he’s cut off and I don’t think he’ll take too kindly to that, and me and Gumi are too drunk to drive”
Choso deadpanned, glancing waywardly at Naoya, still blabbering, then the uncomfortable groups of people giving him irritated glared.
“He can’t catch an Uber?”
“I don’t think there’s any that wouldn’t kick him out halfway there”
As much as he disliked Naoya, he loved Yuji more, and he didn’t want to subject anymore people to his bullshit.
He nodded hesitantly, slipping a couple bills from his pocket onto the counter before hauling himself up. He snatched Naoya’s drink, tugging him by the wrist.
“We’re leaving”
He huffed, ignoring the snobbish look on the blonde’s face.
“What? Hell no! Who do you think you are?!”
He shoved Choso in his chest, forcing him to stumble back. Yuji quickly came to Choso’s assistance but he shooed him off.
“‘S fine, Yuji”
Choso sighed, accepting this would be a long night. He tugged Naoyo’s wrist, hissing sharply.
“Don’t be a child, were leaving”
He grunted, trying to shove Choso again, but he was braced for it this time. Naoya huffed and fought the whole way to the parking lot, grunting and swearing till Choso shoved him into the passenger seat of his car.
“Get the fuck off me, you prick!”
Naoya slurred, squirming in the passenger seat. The alcohol seemed to be further infiltrating his system, his flushed cheeks and glossy eyes proof of it.
“Drunkard”
Choso grumbled under his breath, slamming the door shut and locking the car. He walked around to his own side, unlocking the car only to slide into his own seat and immediately shutting it again to assure Naoya wouldn’t try run back out.
“Address?”
He tapped at the interface of the car as he buckled his belt, not sparing Naoya a glance.
“Fuck off”
He spat, voice full of venom. Choso settled into his seat, irritation practically oozing off him. But he knew it’d be useless to fight with a mule as stubborn as Naoya.
“Listen, the car is locked and you’re cut off from the bar inside. So we can sit here for the rest of the night or you can tell me your address and you can go rest in your own bed”
He glared at the blonde, whose drunk brain finally seemed to be comprehending his options. He sat back against the seat with his arms crossed, scoffing petulantly before rattling off his address.
Choso sighed in relief, tapping it in and leaning back.
“Belt, c’mon”
“It’s fine, I’m not fucking 5”
“Belt.”
He scrunched his face in irritation but still reached for the belt, sulking but doing it nonetheless.
The darker haired man could barely hold back a laugh as he watched Naoya struggle to clip himself in, fumbling with the buckle and cursing under his breath.
“Alright, alright, relax”
He grabbed his hand and forced it to align and click in.
“Such a fuckin’ princess..”
Naoya’s expression darkened immediately, eyes filling with disdain.
“Princess? Fuck off, don’t compare me to that bullshit! I’m not some fucking pussy!”
Choso simply sighed, letting him blabber on as he followed the GPS.
He was inside Naoya’s house and beyond aggravated.
He wished he would’ve dropped him off and sped home to sleep, he wished he was as cruel and heartless as the blonde was but seeing Naoya fumbling with the lock of his door, barely walking, all slurred words and stumbling feet, he couldn’t help the pang of sympathy he felt.
He left him slumped on the couch, sticking his head around till he found a kitchen, then pouring a glass of water.
By the time he returned, Naoya was snuffling, curled up with an absolutely pitiful expression on his face.
He sighed, kneeling beside him and brushing his sweat sticky bangs off his forehead.
“Drink, before you spew all over the floor”
He helped Naoya upright to sip at the water. Trembling hands reached for the glass as he peeked up at Choso.
“Don’t go.. all the maids have gone home for the day”
He frowned, lips curled over the rim of the glass.
“What do you even need a maid for?”
“I don’t want to be alone”
It wasn’t even the statement itself that caught him off guard, it was the sheer vulnerability in his tone. Seriously, for some proclaimed prodigal alpha leader, he was a fucking baby of a drunkard.
“You really are a fucking princess”
He scoffed, rubbing his temples. No protest. Just a little sniffle.
“Fine, fuck, stop making that face”
He groaned, waving Naoya off.
It’d taken no more than 5 minutes of silence before Naoya collapsed asleep on the couch, leaving Choso to his own devices. He’d scrolled on his phone for a while but curiosity got the better of him.
Just a little peek around the house.. Naoya wouldn’t mind, not after everything Choso’s done for him! His house was clean. Too clean, sterile almost, like nobody even lived there. If he had house cleaners, they sure were doing a good job.
He shuddered at the thought of Naoya ordering them around with that stupidly arrogant expression. Even his bedroom, plain sheets, almost no memorabilia or possessions other than a bunch of medals and awards hung up above his desk and one severely stiff looking family photo.
He cringed at it, the women all standing solemnly besides their husbands, Naoya grinning smug as ever. Yet Choso’s eyes drifted to a bag beside the desk.
A black gift bag with gold embellishments, no gift tag, but all there was inside was a small pink and black wrapped box.
‘Victorias Secret’. He had to stifle a chuckle at the idea of the stuck up blonde buying a gift for anybody, especially not lingerie. Did he even have a girlfriend? Poor girl.
Choso wasn’t able to linger too much, he was snapped out of his thoughts by childish whining.
“Sleeping beauty’s finally risen”
Choso called out, walking back into the living room. Naoya hissed, trying to shoot up and retaliate but his body was in complete protest.
“What the fuck.. are you doing in my house?!”
He hissed, shielding his eyes from the dim lights of the room. Choso smirked, sitting on the coffee table in front of Naoya to linger over him.
“You serious? You practically begged me. ‘Oh please stay with me, Choso, it’s so scary being alone’”
He recalled Naoya’s words. Maybe not completely accurately but close enough. Naoya’s jaw practically fell off his face and his face was probably hot enough to rival the sun.
“Fucking bullshit! I’m not some pussy, you’re making shit up!”
Choso scoffed, grabbing the glass from a few hours prior and sauntering to the kitchen.
“Why wouldn’t I want to go home? Why would I wanna stay here with you?”
Naoya’s expression soured at Choso’s words, only serving to rile him up more.
“Maybe you came to steal!”
“I don’t want any of your bullshit. Drink”
He held the glass out to which Naoya refused. Choso glared, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Drink, so you can get up and make yourself some food before you vomit all over your couches”
The blonde grumbled, but he wasn’t stupid. He snatched the glass, chugging it down. Choso rolled his eyes at Naoya’s absolute arrogance and unwillingness to cooperate, like he couldn’t help being a brat.
But the gears in his head were turning. He sat back on a separate couch and smirked.
“And if I was gonna steal anything, it wouldn’t be from here. Seriously, your room is bare, and Victoria’s Secret isn’t my style but I’m sure it looks lovely on you”
Silence. Naoya looked up at Choso and blinked once. Then twice. Unmoving. Then he lunged. Pouncing on top of Choso and swinging.
In any other situation Choso might’ve felt threatened but he was too busy laughing to care right now. He grabbed Naoya’s wrists, flipping them so the older was pressed to the couch.
He kicked and shouted, but Choso just continued to giggle.
“Fuck you! Fuck you, you stupid dog! You’re a bastard! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
He fought and squirmed but with Choso hovering over, he had no chance.
“Language, princess”
He tutted, fighting back giggles.
“Don’t wanna wake the neighbours”
He couldn’t even pretend this wasn’t entertaining, not when Naoya was talking so fast all his words were a jumbled mess of curses, threats and insults.
Not when his face was so red and his brow was all scrunched up like that. It was almost cute.
“Don’t ever say that I’d wear that stupid, disgusting, girly bullshit again! I am the furthest thing from a woman, hear me?! I’m a fucking leader, I would never submit like a bitch, I’d never wear some disgusting fucking frilly lingerie! Women wear that shit for me! I am-“
He was cut off with a choked gasp when Choso slapped him across the mouth. Now it was Choso’s turn to be smug.
Naoya just stared. Mouth agape, eyes wide, like he physically could not believe what Choso just did.
“Hi, pretty”
And he exploded again. Were these kind of a dick move from Choso? Yeah. Was it hilarious? Also yeah?
“What’s wrong? Don’t like a taste of your own medicine?”
“Fuck you!”
“C’mon, pretty, try it on for me?”
“Get the fuck off me, you sick pervert!”
“Don’t be like that, sweetheart..”
“I’ll fucking kill you!”
He finally leaned back, satisfied with how much he’d flustered Naoya.
“I am not some stupid woman. Don’t you ever fucking lay your disgusting”
He shoved Choso hard
“filthy”
and again
“hands on me again!”
A sharp punch landed right on his stomach, making Choso choke up for a moment. He scoffed incredulously.
“Your ego’s that fragile? You don’t even care that I slapped you, you care I called you a woman?”
The blonde glared, jaw tight.
“Cause I can take it, I’m not a pussy. Only thing worse than being a woman is being a fa-“
Choso quickly closed the gap, his lips only an inch away from Naoya’s.
Naoya’s hands pressed Choso’s chest, but he didn’t push away. He exhaled sharply, jabbed a finger into Choso’s chest and squirming away from his face.
“I’m not a fucking bitch. And I’m not fucking gay. That shit is disgusting”
Choso sighed, unimpressed. Was this guy seriously 27? Choso shrugged, wringing Naoya’s hands off him and walking off to the blonde’s bedroom.
“What? Hey?! What’re you doing?” “Just exploring”
Choso hummed. Naoya stomped after him, gasping when the moment he stepped into the room, he was shoved down onto the bed.
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“Fuck o-“
“Shut up”
Choso scoffed at him. He turned his head to peek at the lingerie box he’d taken out of the bag.
“Who’s it for, Naoya?”
“A fucking girl, you piece of shit”
“You got a girlfriend?”
“Don’t need one, if I give this to a bitch she should be grateful-“
“Wrong answer”
Choso sighed, standing up. He slid the box open, hands tracing over the lingerie inside. A deep blue, lace and frills, little bows on the centre of the bralette and the hips of the panties.
“You really deserve a taste of your own medicine. Women are beautiful, y’know”
Naoya scoffed, wriggling back on the bed.
“How would you know? Fucking fag”
Choso sighed again. He held the bra, crawling over Naoya again and pressing the cups to his chest.
“Would ya look at that, perfect size”
Naoya raised a leg to kick him but Choso was faster.
“How about you model this for me, yeah? How would you know it’s gonna look nice on whichever girl you got it for?”
Choso’s voice was low, unthreatening. Naoya tried to sit up, shove him again, but again, Choso held him down.
“‘S just us. Won’t tell nobody. I swear”
He was practically twitching. Choso found it amusing, the blonde’s brain and his body fighting, because as much as his mouth told Choso to fuck off, his cock half hard in his pants told another story.
“Lemme see”
Naoya furrowed his brow, considering.
“Will you get out if I do it?”
Choso nodded. He groaned, shoving Choso off and snatching the box.
“Don’t look”
Choso complied, turning away, listening to the sound of rustling and zipping in anticipation.
“Look. Hurry up”
Choso’s grinned, eyeing him up and down. He was pretty, it was unfortunate it was wasted on a brat. Long, pale legs sheathed in sheer stockings, his chest covered by the lace of the bralette, his nipples barely visible through the fabric.
He crooked a finger at Naoya, gesturing him over. He groaned, but waddled over. Waddled since he was seemingly insistent on keeping his dick covered by his hands. Choso’s hands found his thighs, thumbs tracing circles over the skin.
“Do you shave?”
“Shut up.”
The younger smirked again, pulling Naoya in again.
“What the hell do you want?!”
“Shh, relax. Just relax”
He made Naoya straddle his thigh, hands slipping up this thigh to pull the blonde’s hands off his crotch. He shook his head but didn’t resist as Choso moved his hands.
“Oh, how cute”
Naoya was sporting a full on boner, the leaky tip of his cock straining against the fabric, not to mention the tiny panties could barely cover his balls.
Choso smirked, his lips finding Naoya’s collarbone to plant delicate kisses up the side of it as his hands slid up to cup his chest.
“Well look at that. Perfect fit”
“Shut up, I’ll fucking kill you. And said look not touch, dickhead!”
“Relax. One second”
He slid his hands to Naoya’s back, laughing softly when he felt the bra wasn’t clipped. He hooked it together, leaning back to admire Naoya.
“What a pretty girl”
Naoya landed a smack across Choso’s face but he paid it no mind, just holding his wrist.
“Don’t do that. Look how nice I made you look. How about you lay down for me?”
“Get off me, pervert, I said I’d wear it and that’s it! Get out!”
Choso clicked his tongue, dragging his hand over Naoya’s erection.
“You sure you don’t want some help?”
Naoya’s eye twitched, wriggling back on Choso’s lap but the sensation made him groan, the lace of the panties rubbing against his swollen cock.
cock.
“It’s ok, nobody has to know”
Choso stood up, laying Naoya out on the bed.
“Just say the word”
Naoya glared. He knew he should say no, but his poor cock was kicking in his panties, twitching and leaking.
“Fine. But if you ever utter a fucking wo- woor.. oh fuck-“
Choso hummed, slipping a hand into the underwear to rub across Naoya’s slit.
“It’s ok, pretty girl, your secrets safe with me..”
“I’m not a fucking woman!”
Choso smirked, his hand sliding up and down Naoya’s shaft.
“You sure? Look at how wet you get when I call you pretty, though..”
He sniggered as the blonde’s cock kicked in his hand, the dark blue of the panties even darker as it soaked with Naoya’s slick.
“Even your tits are so cute.. prettiest princess I’ve ever seen in my life”
His other hand reached up to slide under the bralette, tweaking Naoya’s nipples between his fingers. He choked out, back arching off the bed. “Oh look at you.. one day I gotta fuck these gorgeous tits you got, make good use of them, huh?”
Naoya tried to fumble out a response but with Choso squeezing around his cock, he couldn’t find the words.
“You’re close? You like when I rub your clit all sweet like?”
Naoya groaned, tossing his head back and digging his hand into his bedsheets, his hips bucking up over and over.
“Fuck, go faster- ngh! What.. hey?!”
Choso pulled his hand off, grinning at the sight. Naoya whined out, jerking his hips up over and over only to be met with a forceful hand pushing his hips down.
Choso smirked, tapping Naoya’s cockhead through the lace, watching his pre create little strings between his finger and the panties.
“Say you like when I play with your clit”
Naoya’s nostrils flared, his eye twitching.
“You disgust me”
“Wanna cum or not?”
Naoya looked down at his weeping cock, then at Choso’s stupidly smug face. In the tiniest voice he could muster.
“Play with my clit”
“Pardon?”
“Play with my clit, asshole!”
His hand wrapped around Naoya’s cock again, pumping it fast as he flicked his nipple over and over.
Naoya’s head was spinning, the hooks of the bra digging into his back, the itchy lace, the mesh of the tights, it was so overwhelming, even moreso with Choso touching him like that.
He gave no warning, just a garbled cry before he shot his load all over Choso’s hand and his own stomach.
Choso hummed softly, scooping up the cum with his fingers before slowly rolling Naoya onto his side.
“You did good, princess. Still have to work on that attitude though. What’d you say about ladies? Hm? They have to speak politely, right?”
He tugged the panties down, spreading Naoya’s asscheeks and rubbing his cum across his rim.
“Say ‘thank you’”
“Fuck you”
Naoya slurred out, hips rolling against the sheets as he came down from his orgasm. Choso raised a hand, slapping his ass harshly. The older of them groaned, digging his face into the sheets.
“What do we say when somebody does us a favour?”
“Fuck- yo- ohh *shit*”
His voice quivered as Choso laid down another slap, one on each side. He cooed as Naoya sniffled, burying his face deeper into the sheets.
He wasn’t wearing makeup, Choso knew that, but he also knew it only served to rile Naoya up even more.
He placed little kisses on his cheeks, switching between spanking and soothing till he could hear full on sobbing, Naoya snotting and hiccupping into his bedsheets.
“There, there.. now what do you say?”
His voice cracked and trembled, muffled by the blanket below him.
“Th-thank you”
Choso grinned, rubbing a hand across his butt to relax the reddened skin.
“That’s a good girl. How about I reward you? Your pussy is just dripping..”
Naoya choked up as Choso slid a thick finger in past the rim of his asshole, slicked with his cum. He practically squealed, his back arched and ass up.
Choso grabbed his shoulder to flip him onto his back, still softly curling a finger inside him. What a sight. Red blotches on his skin from rubbing against the sheets, his dick already filling in again.
The dark haired man smirked, cooing.
“You were wearing makeup, weren’t you? Look at this..”
He dragged his finger down Naoya’s cheek, streaked with black.
“You just wanted to look real nice for me didn’t you? Such a good girl..”
Naoya shook his head weakly, but his body betrayed him. His eyes rolled up into his skull as Choso slipped another finger inside him, pumping them deeper with each thrust.
He was clenching around Choso’s digits, his chest heaving up and down as he moaned and writhed on the bed.
“Fuck- Choso.. please, please”
“I know, princess, but I don’t wanna hurt you. Need to be gentle for this pretty cunt”
A third finger entered and he curled them, making Naoya arch of the bed with a cry, his dick shooting globs of precum all over itself.
“Aw, did I hit your g-spot?”
Choso prodded his fingers at Naoya’s prostate over and over again, his own dick leaking in his pants at the sound of Naoya’s moans and sobs.
“Fuck! Fuck, too much, too much, nooo!”
“Tell me to stop, you want me to stop, princess?”
Naoya snuffled, trying to bury his face back down, his mouth open as he let out breathy moans.
“You wanna stop?”
The blonde shook his head, groaning and shaking as his dick twitched, cumming again, considerably less than before.
Choso hummed, keeping his fingers still inside Naoya as he rode out his second orgasm, tears streaking down his cheeks.
He was barely comprehending what was happening until he felt something prod his opening, glancing down to find Choso’s own leaking cock pressed against him.
“Feels good, huh?”
He said softly, slipping in just the head. It was so much thicker than his fingers.
“You like getting your pussy stuffed? Yeah you do, look at her sucking me in..”
Choso hummed, hoisting Naoya’s legs up to thrust himself in. He went slow, sinking in only an inch at a time to let him adjust
Naoya had his head tipped back, drooling onto his sheets, squeezing tightly around Choso’s cock.
Choso leaned forward, slipping his hands up Naoya’s bralette again to squeeze and pinch his pecs.
“Such pretty tits.. gonna let me fuck them one day? Put my cock in your cute bra?”
Naoya groaned, only squeezing tighter.
“Choso.. please, fucking please”
“Please, what?”
“Fuck me, please, just fuck me already..”
He laughed, sliding a hand out to instead pinch Naoya’s chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes.
“Tell me you’re a pretty girl”
He didn’t let Naoya respond before speeding his pace, his hips snapping to Naoya’s over and over again.
Naoya reached up to wrap his arms around Choso’s neck, shoving his face against his shoulder as Choso wrecked his hole.
“C’mon, say it”
Naoya whined out, his legs spasming as he felt his body building up another orgasm, his already spent cock becoming angry and red as Choso railed into his prostate over and over.
“I’m a pretty girl! I’m a pretty girl! Please, please!”
Choso smirked, kissing down the side of his neck with gentle reverence.
“Good girl”
He snapped his hips to Naoya’s, grunting as his own orgasm washed over him, cum spurting from his cock into Naoya’s ass.
The blonde cried out, his cock twitching and his body shaking but nothing came out. He whined, hips jerking up over and over to chase relief.
Choso eventually let him go, pulling his cock out and watching his seed bubble out of Naoya, painting a pretty picture of white over his red butt.
“See. Just think you were jealous of the ladies”
Choso smiled down at Naoya, grinning at the sight of the torn, cum stained panties and stockings. He rolled over with a little groan, still shaking.
“..shut up”
“God, still such a brat. Let’s get you cleaned up. And I’ll buy you a new set”
-> An hour or two had passed before you decided he’s been tortured enough (for tonight, of course, this isn’t going to be a one time thing), and returned to where you left him.
The poor thing was half conscious, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth, eyes in this constant state of being rolled up, hardly even making any noise anymore. Just a blissful, wrecked, completely debauched mess.
There’s a puddle of thick cum pooled below him, you don’t even know how one can even produce that much.
His dick is limp by now, cum barely bubbling from his tip, dribbling down, just constantly cumming from the constant stimulation.
His nipples are rubbed raw, and he twitched constantly from overstimulation. The gag had fallen off, you hadn’t tied it very tightly from the beginning, and with how much he must’ve been squirming, it wasn’t a surprise it’d come off.
He’s too out of it to be spewing gross rhetoric or swearing at you, just occasional whimpers when he’s conscious enough for them. It’s perfect.
You approach him idly, and he takes a heavily delayed amount of time to be able to even try and focus on you. And when he does register you, somehow despite his sex-fried brain, he begins whimpering again, desperate pleas that aren’t even formed words yet.
With a pitying sigh, you kneel in-front of him, turning everything off and gently taking them off. The toys, the gag. The next is the ropes.
It took a moment to untie given all the pretty patterns, but once you did? You’re so, so very glad you’d spent so long figuring out how to tie those knots. Because they’ve imprinted all over his skin, raw, red marks exactly how the ropes were, littering his originally perfectly cared for soft, clear skin.
He collapses into your arms once untied, blubbery whimpers and noises into your neck, body twitching, completely ruined for you.
But well, does he deserve rest just yet?
Your hand drifts downwards, gently wrapping around his limp, but somehow still so pretty penis. “Think you can give me one more?”
He immediately tensed and started whimpering, trying to bury himself into you whilst contradictorily rutting into your fist. “…n-no more… please…” he sniffled, tears soaking your shoulder. “I feel hot.” He mumbles pathetically.
“You can take it, can’t you?” He weeps and sulks but nods.
Pumping your fist to match his ruts, back when he pulls back, forwards when he ruts into it, and kept your other hand comfortingly stroking through his hair.
He isn’t even moaning, just whimpering and whining and crying.
It’s all so slick and wet, his dick is just covered in cum, and it’s all frothy at the base from constant pumping.
And with every upstroke, comes a stuttered cry.
It doesn’t take long at all for him to begin twitching and stuttering his hips and rutting desperately, signalling his incoming orgasm.
It’s nothing special, he hardly even feels the build up, the constant orgasms from before wiped his mind clean, and now the orgasm feels the same as the stimulation building up to it.
What came was completely pathetic, as expected of him. A drop or two bubbling up from his tip and dripped over the edge. It was so poor, you thought it was pre at first.
Working him through it, the plan was originally to ditch him to deal with the aftermath— but he completely slumps over you, crying and sniffling and desperately searching for aftercare.
|| a/n: i wanted to do full intercourse and whatever the fuck for this but I got carried away ||
We all know Naoya doesn't cook for himself because he's a fucking chud so imagine lacing his food with like 3 honeypacks. But, but but but it also makes him super sensitive. SO when he tries touching on you (because we all know he doesn't fw consent) you grab him by the literal balls and he doubles over with a moan. Then like him being a sub top where he's begging you to ride him cause he can't stop but he's sooo sensitive from cumming so much, but he's still so hard! So eventually you do and you stick your fingers in his mouth telling him how pretty he looks when his mouth is shut #lmk #mommykinkmaybe PLEASE SOMEONE HEAR MY PLEA
Synopsis: Cases where the jjk men are absolutely pussy drunk over you.
Pairings: Kento Nanami x fem!reader | Choso Kamo x fem!reader | Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader | Megumi Fushiguro x fem!reader | Hiromi Higuruma x fem!reader | Satoru Gojo x fem!reader | Suguru Geto x fem!reader | Yuta Okkostu x fem!reader |
Word Count: 6.5k (WOWZERS)
Warnings: NSFW, smut, piv, oral sex, thumb in booty (toji's part), cum eating, cunnlingus, lots of sex, pussy drunk men, whimpering, use of mommy (choso's part), megumi is 18+, if anything in this makes you uncomfortable, please move on or scroll past, somnophilia, choking knks, mentions of slapping, that should be it.
A/N: This idea came to me based on the photo used in this idea. Saw it on Pinterest and the idea just sprung to life. MNDI THIS IS 18+!!! also, sorry if there might be mis-interpretations of the characters they might be oc and their personality's... potentially proofread
Case file #1: Victim- Choso Kamo.
Choso was a simple man. The first time he ever had sex, he cried like a baby. The sensations, the feelings, his emotions flying all over the place. The overstimulation killed him.
But what made him officially reach rock bottom… was the warmth of your pussy.
Everything about you was warm. Your hands, your mouth, your pussy, EVERYTHING.
Choso physically could NOT handle allat.
You were like a vacuum. Sucking him up until he couldn’t breathe anymore. You were a succubus, had to be. Those devilish creatures that have a lust for cock. Who suck the living souls out of people.
You just had to be, because when Choso wanted to simply make love to you, somehow you still found a way to put a spell on him.
“Hah- mmph, why must you always feel so good.” He whimpers.
You were currently riding Choso. He absolutely loved it when you were on top, using him for your own satisfaction, slapping him and choking him, having your fun with him.
“Eyes on me Choso, does that feel good hun?” You were the definition of a fever dream. You clearly weren’t real, and if you were then damn, Choso was lucky as hell.
“Mhmm yes m-mommy.” The word makes you freeze, stunned by Choso’s sudden pet name for you.
He never called you ‘mommy.’ It was always “good job baby,” or “right- fuck- right there pretty.”
Never mommy. It made your cunt clench, but you came to a realization.
The dazed look in his lidded eyes, the abnormal amount of sweat he’s emitting, the grip his hands have on your waist.
Was Choso-?
“Pussydrunk? How could I possibly b-be.You’re just so right and w-warm, and you feel so nice around me and fuck can we have a baby? I wanna have a baby with you. P-please? Fuck! Am I pussydrunk? I-I don’t know? Am I still talking? I can’t feel my lips. Kiss me please mommy?”
He was going crazy. Rambling on and on about how good and warm you felt, and did you hear that right? A baby? Choso never once talked about having children.
“I wanna breed this pretty pussy. This s-super pretty pussy. It needs me, needs my attention, needs my cum, please mommy, let me give it to you.” He was so whiny and so desperate.
It was pathetic but also kind of cute. Seeing Choso all riled up like this, it made you feel things, things you never felt before.
“Keep calling me that Choso, fuck I’m so close- hic.”
“M-mommy, cum for me please, I’m so close. Wanna feel her grip so tightly on me. Wanna feel her clench around me. She’s such a good girl for me.”
You giggle at that, he truly is pussy drunk, “don’t you mean I’m such a good girl for you?”
“No, I said what I said. She’s such a good girl, gripping me so tight, she must want a baby, she must wanna be so full of me. Isn’t that right, pretty girl?” As if on cue, your pussy clenches around him and he chuckles, “See? The hips don’t lie mommy.”
Your stomach flutters with butterflies. You're not going to last if he keeps doing that.
“Mmph fuck! Please Choso! Please! Fill me up, I need it! I need it so badly.” Choso’s eyes widen and before you can even think, Choso flips you over on the bed.
Your head and back hit the bed with a light ‘thud’ as he loses control.
His thrusts grow animalistic and his whimpers grow louder. “I-I love you! Fuck I do, let’s get married, please. This pussy is too good to let go, you are too good to let go. I need this mommy, please!”
You cry out and grip his hair, your pussy gripping him like a vice, he moans and whimpers loudly, his hands roaming down your body, his lips leaving hickeys along your neck.
“Gonna cum, gonna cum mommy! Fuck!” He whines and you urge him on, your sweet sultry voice whimpering in his ear, “mmph- cum for -hah- cum for mommy, be a good boy Cho, I love you so fucking much.” His cock shoots ropes of cum inside you, filling you to the brim. His cheeks flush at the nickname.
You're absolutely stuffed as he continues to rock inside you, the tingly feeling of overstimulation edges towards you. Your body jolts and writhes, shock waves of electricity flow through you as his cock hits your sweet spot over and over again.
“Hah- can’t stop mommy, I can’t stop. One more please just one more.”
To say that Choso was pussydrunk was a complete joke. But now, he might actually be drunk off your pussy. And that was perfectly fine with you.
Hours later, he finally relents after stuffing you full of his load 6 times… yes 6.
“Choso, baby. You have officially gotten drunk off of my pussy.”
He blushes, his face, neck and ears are completely covered with a cute shade of pink. The same shade as his tip.
“Okay, maybe I did get a bit carried away.” You giggle at his now shy and flustered state, “yeah, sure. A bit.”
He whines and hides his face in your neck before you both drift into sleep.
Case File #2: Victim- Hiromi Higuruma
Hiromi was one of those subtle simps. He keeps his composure. Always.
Hiromi Higuruma was in fact a very stoic person and held himself very maturely.
So, of course no one could ever say that Hiromi Higuruma could get pussy whipped. No one believed he could get drunk off pussy so easily.
Not stoic, mature, and intelligent defense attorney Hiromi Higuruma?
And it was true, until he met you.
“Fuck Higuruma! Please, fuck it feels so good.”
Higuruma’s nose was hitting your clit jusssssst right as he slurps, licks, and sucks on your pussy.
Higuruma gave the best head. His nose played a role in it but that was really all his tongue.
The long and wet muscle making your legs shake; making you cream on his tongue. He loved eating you, you were his favorite meal.
“Yeah? Feels good huh? She’s squeezing me so tight. So fucking needy, such a needy girl for me aren’t you?” You assumed he was talking to you so of course you're going to respond.
“Yes, I’m such a needy girl.” You hear chuckling. Your eyebrows contort into one of confusion, “what’s funny?”
“Aww my sweet baby, you thought I was talking to you? No no, I’m talking to my other girl. This pussy is amazing, the best. So right, so warm, so sweet. She tastes amazing. I could stay down here forever.” This was your first clue.
The first clue to getting your answer: was Higuruma getting pussydrunk?
A couple weeks after this, you both were getting spicy in bed again. His hands gliding down your waist, his lips sucking on your neck and collarbone, his cock roughly thrusting into you.
Your eyes were filled to the brim with tears, threatening to fall over. His eyes stared down at you, lovingly holding your cheek as he wiped away the tears that fell through the cracks.
“This pussy, fuck, it’s so good. Gonna knock you up, I swear.”
“Is that a threat?”
“Oh sweetheart, you wish it was a threat, but trust me baby, it’s a promise.” He smiled at you so innocently, but it was all a facade as his cock thrusted a bit harder inside you.
His hands fall on your stomach, applying pressure, such glorious and euphoric pressure, causing you to see stars.
“Yeah, feel that? That’s me so deep inside you, you take me and squeeze me so well. Fuck I love this pussy. She’s so good to me, so good for me, fuck- she was just made for me.”
“And you're pussydrunk.”
That halts his movements and you whine. “Who? Who’s pussydrunk?”
“I only have one husband, so who do you think I’m talking about? Gojo?” That makes his hips thrust roughly into you again.
“Don’t say another man’s name while I’m inside you, that’s just cruel.”
You whine as he slowly builds back up your orgasm. His thrusts get rougher, his pants faster, his pupils wider.
Higuruma had completely lost himself. Lost himself in the warmth of your pussy, lost himself in the stretch your pussy provides, lost himself in the grip your pussy gives him. Sucking him in like he’ll leave you.
He could never leave you. You're his one and only, his forever. And this pussy will be his forever as well. All he needed.
“Gonna cum baby, fuck gonna cum in this pretty pussy, fuck! Cumming!” His cock releases thick ropes of cum inside you, it didn’t stop, it just kept going. Kept filling you up over and over again, until he was content.
You passed out at least once, but you enjoyed every bit of it. Every bit of getting to watch Higuruma lose control over himself because of you.
“You're doing okay love? Did I go rough tonight?”
With your eyes hazy and words slurred together, you still managed to speak, “it was perfect, I got to see how pussywhipped my husband is for me.”
Higuruma blushes, his face softening as he watches you smile lazily.
“We are to never speak of this, ever.”
“Oh I’m so telling Shimizu!” He groans as you laugh at him. You pull him in closer leaving peppered kisses along his face.
Case file #3: Victim- Satoru Gojo
Satoru is the complete opposite of Higuruma. Satoru Gojo is what you would describe as the biggest, loser and simp of all. Especially since you both are friends with benefits.
Gojo had absolutely no filter, he was always horny, always needy, always desperate. This was nothing new to anyone. Everyone knew Gojo was a loser, but just how much of a loser he could get is what everyone still was surprised by.
“Mmmmm, shit, mama, your pussy tastes amazing.” he moans. Your fingers run through his white hair, his icy blue eyes boring into yours, his pupils blown wider than the moon, he looks a mess. A hot and sexy mess.
“Gojo, pleaseeee, stop teasing.”
Since Gojo has no filter, it’s easy for Gojo to show pure emotion, it’s easy for him to lose his composure in an instant. Gojo would happily state that he’s pussy drunk, but for some reason (no reason at all) Gojo decided to be stubborn; he’s always stubborn.
“Are you gonna keep arguing with me, love?”
You whimper at his cockiness, “no. I just want you to admit it. Instead you tease me like I’m in the wrong.”
You and Gojo had an argument prior to this, and of course, Gojo being Gojo wanted to prove that he wasn’t pussydrunk for some odd reason. He fought and fought and fought with you, but you were just as stubborn as well. You wouldn’t relent.
“You are so pussydrunk Satoru!” You yelled at him. At first it was all fun and games but then Gojo got really upset that you wouldn’t stop teasing him about it so then it sparked this huge argument.
“No I’m not and I told you not to call me Satoru, it’s Gojo or daddy to you love!” He would whine and whine in your face and you just sat there and laughed.
You loved when Gojo got like this. All whiny and desperate and pathetic; it was cute.
“Yes yes, so sorry Gojo.” He’d pout and cross his arms. “I hate when you fight with me and don’t listen.”
“And I hate when you act stubborn and can’t admit the fact that you’re pussydrunk." And after those words left your mouth, Gojo was on you in seconds, leading to now.
“Fine sweetheart, I’m pussydrunk. Fuck- I’m so drunk off this pussy. She’s so good to me, she tastes so good, when I tell her to cum she listens. She’s such a good-hah- girl.” His cock drives into you slowly.
You clench around him and Gojo loses it. “Mhmm fuck! Don’t squeeze me like that pretty girl, gonna cum in this pussy if you do.”
His words are a promise but you can’t help it. Your cunt clenched around his girthy, meaty cock and he bites your shoulder to ground himself.
He physically has to restrain from cumming inside of you. “Do it Gojo! Please cum in my pussy, I’m all yours, she’s all yours. Please daddy!”
His thrusts become faster, the brute force of his pelvis is harder. He whines and huffs, his cock molding your pussy to his forever.
“That’s right, gonna be mine forever. Nobody else can have this pussy. All mine, gonna knock you up so you can stay mine forever.”
His confession surprised you. You both were just fuck buddies, friends with benefits, you assumed you meant nothing else to Gojo but a good fuck from time to time.
“Yes and before you say anything- hah- I have feelings for you- fuck!- and I’m also extremely drunk off your vibe, drunk off your smile, drunk off your pussy, everything. I need you so badly.” His lips connect with yours in a passionate and loving kiss.
His confession swells your heart. You kiss him back passionately and wrap your arms around his neck.
“Hah-fuck! Can I cum inside pretty? Please?” His voice whinier than last time, every plea needier than the last.
You nod your head, your nose bumping against his as he moans. His cock splurts out cum in rapid ropes.
Satoru had a LOT of cum and I truly mean a lot. It was so much that it oozed and leaked out of you in gallons.
You were stuffed to the brim with Gojo’s seed. Moaning as your orgasm floods your senses.
You both stay wrapped in each other as your breathing matches and even out.
“So you admit it?” You say lightly.
“Yes love, I am pussydrunk. I love you and I need you.”
You giggle and he picks his head up to give you an incredulous look, “hello? Are you going to say it back?”
“Nope! Not until you apologize to me for arguing with me and hurting a princess's feelings.” He groans and rolls his eyes before flopping back on top of you.
“No way.” You huff and push him off you, “fine, then I’m not saying it back.” You roll over and face the opposite away from him and he whines.
“Fine! I’m sorry princess. I was wrong, can you please tell me you love me? I’ll die without hearing you say it.” You turn to face him and his eyes are shimmering and he’s pouting, a sight you can never deny.
“I love you Gojo. Thank you, you are forgiven.” He smiles that big stupid, dopey smile and pulls you closer to him, kissing you one more time.
“I could get used to this.” He smiles and the warmth of Satoru's body lulls you to sleep.
Case File #4: Victim- Megumi Fushiguro
Megumi wasn’t one to indulge you in your stupidity. Your pranks, jokes, and stupid TikTok dances. So, as he expected, you came up to him as per usual saying, “Megsss” in that sing-songy voice you have, “what?”
“You’re pussydrunk, right? Is that why you always act that way when we fuck?” His hand halts from scrolling mindlessly on his phone.
He looks up at you, squints his eyes, and scoffs. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You always talk to yourself when you eat me out, and then when I ask you about it after, you always shut it down. Are you keeping some sort of secret? If you’re pussydrunk you can tell me.” The grin on your face is so stupid he wants to tear it off your face.
And he does… in a way?
“Ah! Fuck! Hah- hah- yes Megs please, faster, fuck that feels so good.” His fingers stuff you fully. The delicious stretch of your cunt, pain and pleasure blurring together.
You scream and cry out his name as he continues to pump his fingers in your soaking cunt. The only thoughts running through his head was to make you completely forget about your comment an hour ago.
“Yeah? I bet you feel so good right now don’t you?” You moan and shake your head, “I need words baby, words.” your voice comes out meekly, "I feel sooo good Megs!"
The nickname you gave him always gave him goosebumps, he was obsessed with it, not that he'd ever tell you of course. Megumi’s head drops down to your legs in that quiet but assertive manner he has.
He spreads your legs wider with one hand while the other continues its journey in and out of you. His fingers spread apart to scissor you. Your moans fade out as you writhe against the sheets at the sheer pressure of it all.
His calloused fingertips brushing your g-spot just right, making your toes curl in pleasure. Your tongue hanging out your mouth as your eyes roll to the back of my head.
His tongue comes in contact with your pussy lips. Soft kitten licks bring you to a different dimension. “Fuck! Gumi, please, I can’t take anymore.” your orgasm was inching closer and closer with every stroke of his fingers.
He lifts his head up from in between your legs and smiles, “sure you can baby, you're doing so well already.” he cocks his head to the side to rest it on your thigh before looking down at your spread out pussy.
“Look at you making such a big mess, baby. You're so pretty like this. Gushing all over my fingers, making me go crazy. Maybe I am obsessed. Completely obsessed with this pretty pussy, all so wet for me.” His quiet ramble brings you closer to the edge and he can tell.
His head dips back down and he groans into your pussy, the warm taste of you and your sweet essence on his tongue makes his mind go blank. His hand pins one of your thighs down as he continues to finger you to your release.
He loves the way your pussy clenches around his finger, he knows you inside and out --literally. His lips clasp onto your clit and you're immediately seeing stars, the warmth of his tongue, the gentle strokes of his long and slender fingers, everything was making you crazy.
Maybe he wasn’t the drunk one.
“I can’t get enough of you, I could stay down here forever, making my baby feel so so good. I want to stay here forever. Wrapped in the warmth of your legs, my fingers trapped in the tightness of your pussy, all of it. I can’t believe your mine --fuckkk.”
You stand corrected, he was definitely the drunk one.
Your orgasm comes in shock waves, your body jolting and convulsing like crazy. He ripped that orgasm out of you, out of sheer desperation. You chased your high and in the end he let you ride it out on his fingers and his tongue. His lips still wrapped around your clit, sucking and slurping up all your juices.
He pries himself away from you and goes to grab a warm washcloth. While he’s in there he jerks one out then returns back to you to find you already asleep. He smiles softly, and cleans you up and takes care of you in that quiet way he knows how to.
The little things are what matter to Megumi, and if making sure you're pleased to your heart's content, then that's what he’ll do. If that means indulging himself in your stupid questions and laughing at your even stupider jokes, he’ll do just that. Because Megumi loves you, even if it's that quiet way, he’s easily vulnerable around you.
He hates it sometimes, but he knows you mean no harm. He’s safe with you, and he’s glad you're even safer with him. Even if that means having to admit, he’s completely pussydrunk and obsessed with you.
“Goodnight baby.” He whispers as he kisses your forehead before cuddling up next to you and laying under the covers.
Case File #5: Victim- Nanami Kento
Nanami was no stranger to being obsessed. He was obsessed with his work, with his reputation, and with his damn ties.
“Love, you have to tell me which one to wear, please? The red one or the blue one? Or should I wear the pink one with his face on it?” Your husband's cute face was to die for.
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t obsessed with him either. “Nanami, I don’t care which one, they all look good, just pick one! We have to go or we’ll be late for Yuji’s graduation.”
“And that’s why I need you to pick, this is Yuji we're talking about, I can’t look like a mess! Help me!” The desperation in his voice was music to your ears, so you chose to help him.
It didn’t exactly go as planned. The moment Nanami got a whiff of your perfume as you sat him down, he became feral. What made it worse you ask? Well, your breast looked so nice in your blouse and he just couldn’t resist, some of the buttons undone revealing your skin. Your nice, plump skin. So soft and just screaming for him to leave hickeys on you.
Like I said, Nanami wasn’t a stranger to being obsessed. When Nanami had an obsession, he’d make sure he would be satisfied with his obsession. And in this case, he was satisfied with making you scream and cry as he drove his cock so deep inside you.
His thoughts always screwed him up. Because now he was bricked up when you're supposed to be leaving, for god’s sake you were just fixing his damn tie.
“Okay love, all done. Are you ready to go now?” His big puppy eyes stare up at you as he pouts. He shakes his head softly and you pout back, “what’s wrong honey?” Nanami drops his head down and you use his tie to lightly tug his head back up to you, “talk to me honey.”
His eyes drop down to your lips and he thickly swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. “Can we do a quickie? I need you badly.” Nanami wasn't pathetic, just obsessed. Which I guess in its own way is pathetic depending on how you read the situation.
In this case, Nanami seemed very pathetic, but this is how it always started. It started with him being a baby and then becoming a horny, cocky bastard. But since he was making you about to miss Yuji’s graduation, you were going to punish him.
You smile at him, not that gentle smile you have, no, that slow smile that means trouble. “Sure baby, just this once.” You rip the tie off of him and unravel it, “but since you're making me miss my sweet Yuji’s graduation, you have to be punished.” You push him down on the bed and tie his hands over his head.
You crawl on top of him after you’ve finished and slide down his body. Your hands take hold of his pecs, resting atop his chest. “You couldn’t wait 2 hours honey? You always get like this when we have to go somewhere. I’d say you're obsessed with me don’t ya think?” Your voice is so condescending and teasing. It could make a grown man cry, and Nanami just might.
“Please baby, I-I couldn’t wait, I can’t wait. Just let me make it up to you, I’ll make you feel so sooo good.” His whining does everything to your body. The betrayal you feel from your body as it grinds against him giving him what he wants. He groans and bites his lip, his glossy eyes looking up in yours.
The sight could stop a war. The sight could stop the planet's evolution. Everything about Nanami was stoic, glorious and professional. His behaviour was in fact not professional. Your hips grind down against him and he loses his mind, Nanami grits his teeth as a moan threatens to spill out.
“This is what you wanted isn’t it? Let me hear you, please?” You pout at him and he falls instantly. So lost in you he obeys, when you grind on him again he moans, loudly.
‘There you go, that made me happy.”
“Anything for you. Fuck! Please keep going.” His hips thrust up against yours causing you to moan out, eyes rolling back and tongue darting out to lick your lips.
Your hips grind against him faster in your tiny ass skirt, your thigh highs brushing against the fabric of his dress pants. “Nanami! Fuckkkk, doesn’t this feel good?”
“Mhmm, need more please!” Nanami could easily break out of these ties and flip you over, but he’s allowing you to do this to him, allowing himself to suffer all for your satisfaction. That’s Nanami's way of being obsessed with you.
You quickly reach for his belt buckle, unbuckling it and throwing it somewhere around your shared bedroom. You unzip his fly, tugging his pants down gently and agonizingly slow. Fortunately for you, Nanami has very little patience, so watching him buck his hips up impatiently is fuelling your energy.
He just about loses it when you kiss his tip, pink and leaking precum. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips stained with his essence. “Mhmm you taste so good babe”, your moans make his cock twitch in your hands and you giggle.
“So sensitive here, no? It’s kinda cute how reactive you are.” Nanami doesn't even realize when you pull your panties to the side, but he feels the slick wetness of your pussy and he just about faints. Soft moans slipping from his lips as you rock against him back and forth.
“You’re gonna kill me my love, absolutely kill me.” His voice cracks. You moan at the feeling of his tip hitting your clit, his voice turning you on even more, “oh yeah? I can’t have my husband dying on me now can I?” You smile at him and he just about melts.
Nanami was known for being composed and calculated, but when it came to you, Nanami couldn’t focus. You were his greatest obsession and his greatest distraction.
“I can’t wait any longer honey, please? I need to be inside you. Please love, your all I need, this pussy is all i need–nghh, fuck!” His words kept your ego growing, you loved when he needed you, craved you, wanted you so badly he could stop wars with his obsession.
You grant him his wish and sink down agonizingly slow on his cock. His eyes roll to the back of his head and your teeth sink into your lips. “Fuck! Shit! I needed this, needed you, this pussy, your lips, your walls so tight around me, it’s all I need.”
Nanami was in fact gone. All his senses, blocked. He was pussy drunk. Maybe it’s more than that, honestly. He was your everything, his posture, his stoic expression that always faltered when he was around you, his broad stature, his large hands. It’s the reason you married him.
“I love you Nanami, fuck!”
“I love you more princess, gosh I think I’m going to cum.” Your hips rock against him faster and faster, his pants increasing as well as his moans. The louder they got, the more turned on you became.
Was he always this hot? Yes, yes he was.
“Cumming, cumming!” He chants your name over and over as his cock shoots long, thick, white strips of cum into your cunt. The sticky and full feeling of him pushes your own orgasm to the front lines.
Nanami looks up at you and smiles, “my pretty girl, I love it when you take control of me.” You turn your head away from him and roll your eyes, heat crawling up your neck and towards your cheeks.
“Shut up. Fix your hair, it looks a mess.” He chuckles and grabs your waist, the tie around his wrist long gone. “Anything for you, my love.”
He slowly slides you off his cock and moans as he watches his cum spill out of you in chunks, “That’s hot asf.” You push at him and walk to the bathroom, “I told you to fix your hair. We leave in 5.”
He smirks boyishly at your demanding voice, “Yes Ma’am.” He grabs the tie and wraps it back around his neck, fixes his hair, and tucks himself back into his pants.
Oh if only you knew how down bad Kento Nanami truly was for you.
Case File #6: Victim- Toji Fushiguro
Toji was one of a kind. The type of man who thrived off lust. Yes, there are moments when Toji can treat you like the only girl in the world with what he’s got, but lust was what drove Toji into a spiral every time he saw you.
“Mamas, why are you sitting so far away?” Tonight, you were very upset at Toji, he had ditched you for gambling with Shiu and didn’t even call you or let you know. You had cooked a nice meal 3 hours ago that eventually got cold and you ate it all by yourself.
After, he comes knocking on your door with flowers and chocolate apologizing for leaving you all alone, but you refused his apology and tried to slam the door on him. Toji, being the strong and insistent man that he is, blocked the door with his foot and slowly forced his way inside.
You walked away from him mid sappy ass speech and sat down on the couch. He stopped trying after a while and silently set your flowers in a vase, put your chocolates in the fridge, and then came to sit next to you.
Of course you made things difficult for him and scooted all the way to the other end of the couch from him, which now leads you to this moment.
“You know why I’m sitting away from you.” He blinks at you, low hooded eyes tracing over your body, that body he wishes was curled up next to him as he fingered that attitude out of you.
“Ah, so she speaks huh? You're still mad at me, doll?” You sit there and cross your arms before turning to face towards him, a small pout on your lips that makes Toji’s cock jump at the sight of it.
“What do you think, Toji? Of course I’m still mad at you! You ditched me, couldn’t even owe me an explanation, then you show up at my doorstep with flowers and chocolate like that’s supposed to make everything okay!? You hurt my feelings tonight Toji, I honestly just want you to leave.” You turn back around and put your attention back on the tv.
The screen is starting to blur as you fight to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill out. You sniffle slightly and that draws Toji’s attention on you, not that his eyes ever left you. “Are you cryin’ doll?”
Sniffle~ “No, I'm not.”
His big frame dips on the couch as he scoots closer to you, “No… don’t come near me.” He keeps scooting, ignoring your requests, “Toji! I said leave me alo-” His hands grab your jaw and squish your cheeks together causing you to halt your complaining.
“Mama, I’m trying to be nice. Stop giving me attitude before I give you something to really cry about.” Your glossy eyes stare him down and his eyes drift down to your lips.
“Now, are you willing to let me take care of you or are you going to do this the hard way?” You shake your head yes and he sucks his teeth.
“Nuh uh, you know how to answer, speak up doll.”
“Yes daddy, I’ll stop giving you attitude.” His smirk widens and the slit on his lip looks more menacing.
“That’s my good girl, just let daddy take care of ya, yeah?” He grabs your waist and scoots you down onto the couch, his body weight hovers over you, his arms pinning you down. You turn your face away from him, his eyes bore into yours.
“Look at me doll, look at me while I ruin you- I mean take care of you.” He smirks as his hands trail up and down your body. His fingers dip into your shirt to caress your breasts. You moan softly and his head dips down to leave marks along your neck.
“T-Toji… please~ngh”
“What is it, doll? You want me to stop?” He cocks his head to the side as he undoes his belt on his pants, sliding his pants down juuust enough to give you a view of his pre-cum stained boxers and the imprint of his meaty cock.
“No! No… please. I need you inside me.” You whisper his name in his ear and Toji loses his composure, he rips your shorts off and tears your panties in half. You gasp, shocked and ready to tear him a new one but he covers your mouth with his hand and slides his cock over your pussy lips.
“Shhh, that's my good girl. It’s okay, just ease into it.” He slides his cock into your warm, wet hole and you bite his hand. The moans spilling out of your mouth are muffled by the sound of his hand, “mhmmm this pussy is so warm, so tight, and alllll mine baby. Come on, say it, who’s pussy is this?”
He removes his hand from you so you can answer, “yours Toj, it’s all yours, only yours~nghh~fuck!” He grunts as his pace picks up, his cock driving in and out of you faster and faster.
You could have sworn he was getting bigger inside you by the second. His thrusts became animalistic, his heart pounding loudly in your ears, or was that your heart? You couldn’t tell.
Pleasure overwhelmed your body, all you wanted to do was hold Toji, punch Toji, and just tell him, “I love you Toji! Please cum inside me, I'm gonna cum! -Nghh~Hah! I’m gonna cum!”
“That’s my good girl, such a sweet girl, pussy gripping me so tight. God I love you too mamas, so much, this pussy is amazing, all mine ~fuck! All mine. So warm and wet for me. Only me, right? Fuck, I’m gonna cum, your gonna make me cum in this pretty pussy, since you want it so bad. Shit!” His cock shoots out thick ropes of cum, he cums inside you with a prolonged groan.
His breath is hot against your cheeks; he collapses on top of you. You cum with him, body shaking and curling into him as he holds your legs open, helping you ride out your high.
“Good girl. There you go, feels so good right?” You gaze at Toji in his post cum glow. His neck and chest are shiny from sweat, his lips pink and bleeding from biting them and kissing you.
He leans down and you smush his face against yours in an eager kiss.
“Am I forgiven by my favourite girl now?”
“Don’t you mean your only girl?” You counter, eyebrows raised in suspicion.
“Trust me, I’m too locked in; I could never cheat on you. I love you. I’m sorry I hurt you tonight. Won’t happen again doll.”
You smile at him and give him one last peck on the lips before drifting into a deep sleep.
Case File #7: Victim- Suguru Geto
Suguru is someone you’d call many things. An angel, a gentleman, a sight for sore eyes, all of the above.
What you would call Suguru is an absolute pain in the ass. Not in many aspects, just in the way he treats you in bed.
You hated how he teased you so well, it worked every time. Always gently putting you in your place.
Having this calm dominance about himself, his cockiness was very humble somehow if that even makes sense cause it didn’t to you.
Everytime he got a chance, he always put you in your place.
“Love, that’s not how we talk to people we love, hmm? That’s not right, is it now?” His condescending voice takes you over the edge as he slowly thrusts into you.
You're seeing stars as his cock drives into you at such a slow yet sturdy and rough pace. His hands around your neck as your legs dangle off his shoulders.
“Mhmm n-no Sugu, I’m sorry.” Your voice comes out meekly as he hums leaning down to bite your neck causing you to whimper. Suguru was a subtle freak, always the quiet one you had to look out for.
“Gosh, your amazing love, so tight. Gripping me like you can’t get enough? You want more of me, hmm love?”
You can’t even form a coherent sentence. His cock drives deeper inside you and you swear he’s in your lungs.
“Sugu, I’m so close!” “Not yet sweetheart, gotta hold it for me. Be a good girl, yeah?” His hands fondle with your breasts, nipping and biting your neck and leaving hickeys.
“Your-hah- pussy is amazing my love. She’s all I need, you're all I need. I could be inside you all day everyday if I could. I’ll never let this go, let you go.” His words and whines fill your ears, you can help but clench around him. He moans into your ear again as he squeezes your breasts harder.
“Please Sugu, can you cum with me please? I love you.” His eyes meet yours in an intense, fiery passion. His pupils are dilated and his breath is warm against your lips as he pants heavily.
His cock still delicately brings you to your orgasm. You cry out as you kiss him, his lips soft and wet from his saliva and now your own.
He moans into the kiss as his cock buries into you, filling you up to the hilt with ropes of his thick, sticky cum. Geto was completely drunk off the feeling of you. He loved touching you. Whether it was your waist, your thighs, your ass, even your breasts.
He loved you and he showed it. “I love you too my love, god you're so good for me, so amazing, all mine and I can’t believe it. This pussy is amazing. Squeezing me dry of all my cum, all I'm able to give her.” He was very poetic when he had sex with you.
Always whispering praise and sweet affirmations in your ear while he rutted into you like a delicate yet vicious animal that teases its prey.
He slowly pulls out of you but you stop him. “Can we just stay like this, connected together? You're warm.” He chuckles at this but indulges you anyway. “Okay sweetheart, that’s fine.” He pushes back into you, keeping his cum inside of you.
You moan softly and he kisses you once more, shushing you as he eases back into you. “Gosh, this pussy was made for me.” He whispers before you both drift off into a slumber so good, you’ll definitely be sore tomorrow.
Case file #8: Victim- Yuta Okkostu
Yuta was a yearner. A huge one. Whatever you wanted, Yuta was there.
Yuta was more than obsessed with you. He wanted to live in your skin, live in your mind and just float around in there so your mind was clouded with nothing but him
But since he can't do that, he found a more effective way to do it.
"Mhmmm-FUCK! Yuta p-pleasee" you whine out, Yuta's cock drives into you nice annnnnnd slow. "Mhmm I can't stop, i can't get enough, your so beautiful pretty girl. Please don't make me stop." He begs, his eyes watering and his lips in such a beautiful pout.
His thrusts get faster as he continues to admire your face. His fingers trace the bridge of your nose, the soft flesh of your lips.
You loved when Yuta got like this, so drunk off your pussy to the point of no return. He caressed you gently and he handled you with such care and it made your eyes water.
"Oh am I making you feel that good pretty? You like when I fuck you like this, hmm? Tell me." His words were so soft but there was a tease behind them, he loved when you cried from pleasure.
It got him off. He loved knowing that only he could make you feel that way. "Mhmm Y-Yuta please, it feels so good i'm so close."
When you and Yuta made love or had sex, he was so intimate with you. And not just on a sexual level but almost in a spiritual level. Like he needed you in his soul.
He needed you both to be one with the other. And since he can't forge you guys together, he'll do it by rubbing his cock against you, inside of you, touching and caressing your mosts sacred parts.
All to make the love of his life feel good.
"mhmm right there Yuta, p-please? I'm going to cum if you keep doing that."
"Good, that's kind of what I want." He chuckles, you giggle as well, the pleasure starting to wash over you. Your toes curl, your hands leave marks and scratches along his back.
Sex was always so carefree with Yuta, you both could giggle and laugh together, make mistakes together, it was all so intimate you never want it to end.
He was your and you were his. Especially when you got to watch him fall apart for you, the look in his eyes when he's close.
Gosh missonary was always his favorite position. He loved the look of absolute destruction and submission on your face.
He loved when you looked like you absolutely needed him to make you feel this way. He's glad you need only him to feel this way.
"Can you give me one more please? I want to cum with you. I want to feel you squeeze around me while put my cum in you, please pretty girl?" His whines get higher signaling that he's close.
"Yeah...nghh I can Yuta, please cum inside me, I need it so bad." You wrap your legs around him tighter, his hands caress your waist, gliding up and down. It soothes you.
"hah-gonna cum, gonna cum! Ooh baby please, let me cum inside it's what I nee, wanna see my pretty girl so nice and full of me." His words slur together.
He sounds like a broken record, just spills of your name coming out of his mouth like a prayer. His cum seeps into you, nice and warm and sticky.
'mmph, y-yes!" Your cunt squeezes Yuta, "Fuck, milk me of everything. Someone seems needy." He chuckles lightly and you whimper. "Shut up Yuta." You cover your face, the both of you spent and tired.
Sticky from cum and sweat combined. You shy away from Yuta, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden. He thrusts into. you again and your pussy squirts all over him. He slows his pace, eyes wide and mesmerized as you cunt continues to gush around his as he slowly pulls out.
"wow, I made you feel that good princess? You love me that much?"
"I sad shut up." You glared at him as his signature smile begins to form on his face. "alright alright, just let me take care of you now."
He cleans you up and gets you dressed, in one of his shirts to be exact. He changes the sheets, taking them to the washing machine before coming back with a glass of water.
You smile at him and he smiles back warmly. The bright light of the moon peering down to illuminate his handsome face.
"I love you Yuta, thank you." He kisses your forehead an scoots closer to you as your hands snake around his neck.
He nudges his nose with yours and whispers, "I love you more my beautiful girl. Get some sleep." You start to drift off as Yuta whispers sweet affirmations in your ear.
He was more than just pussy drunk, he was completely and utterly in love.
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♡ summary: Megumi walks in on you and your boyfriend Yuji. He doesn’t leave. Yuji doesn’t make him.
♡ word count: ~6k
♡ warnings: mdni, 18+ only, aged-up/college AU, established relationship (yuji x reader), friends to lovers, mutual pining, m/f/m threesome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, poly relationship beginnings, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f & m receiving), fingering, masturbation, nipple play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, cum swallowing, dirty talk, love confessions, aftercare, fluffy ending
♡ author’s note: this is my first request ever!! thank you so much for sending it in. i hope you enjoy! ♡
Yuji's hands are warm on your hips, steadying you as you roll down onto him, and you're pretty sure you've forgotten how to breathe properly.
"There—" you gasp, bracing your palms flat against his chest. "Right there, don't—"
"I know," he says, grinning up at you even though his voice is wrecked. "I know, baby, I've got you."
His thumbs press into the soft skin just above your hip bones, guiding your rhythm, and you can feel the way his fingers flex every time you clench around him. Your uniform skirt is bunched up around your waist, completely useless, and you're still wearing your knee-high socks because neither of you bothered to take them off. Yuji's boxers are shoved down just far enough that his cock is free, and honestly the whole thing is kind of a mess, but it's your mess.
It's always like this with him… easy and urgent and a little chaotic.
"Fuck," Yuji breathes, and his hips buck up to meet you. "You're so—"
You lean down and kiss him before he can finish, swallowing whatever he was going to say. His mouth is hot and open against yours, and he makes this soft sound in the back of his throat that goes straight through you.
When you pull back, his breathing is labored, his mouth soft and swollen, and there's redness spreading down his neck.
"So what?" you ask, rolling your hips in a slow circle just to watch his expression fracture.
"Hmmmm—mean," he says, laughing breathlessly. "You're mean."
"You like it."
"Yeah." His grip tightens on your waist. "Yeah, I really do."
You sit up a little straighter. The change in angle makes you both groan. Yuji’s hands slide up your sides, his thumbs brushing beneath your ribs. His stomach tightens under your fingertips.
"Can you—" He swallows hard. "Go faster?"
"Like this?" You pick up the pace, and the sound he makes is almost pained.
"Oh fuck, yes, just—just like that."
His hands find your breasts through your shirt, and he blinks. “Wait…” A grin spreads across his face. “You’re not wearing a bra.”
He sits up and catches you around the waist before you can wobble. His mouth is on your neck a second later. Then your collarbone. You bury your fingers in his hair, tugging just enough to pull a groan from him.
"Love you," he mumbles into your skin. "Love you so much."
Your heart skips a beat, warmth spreading through your chest.
"Love you too," you whisper, and then you can't say anything else because he's rolling his hips up into you and the angle is perfect, hitting that spot inside you that makes your thighs shake.
"Oh—oh god—"
"Yeah?" Yuji's voice is rough, pleased. "That good?"
"Shut up," you gasp, but there's no heat in it.
He laughs, and you can feel it rumble through his chest. "Make me."
So you kiss him again, and he kisses you back with a grin against your lips. His hands settle on your hips, and after a second you’re moving together naturally. Your stomach starts to tighten as your orgasm starts to build up.
"Yuji—"
"I know," he says again. "I can feel it. You're so close, aren't you?"
"Yeah," you breathe. "Yeah, I'm—"
"Let me see," he says, pulling back just enough to look at your face. "Wanna watch you."
His voice is so soft, even now, even like this. It's almost unfair how much you love him.
You brace your hands on his shoulders and ride him harder, chasing that feeling, and Yuji's watching you like you're the only thing in the world that matters. His hands are steady on your hips, guiding you, and you can feel the tension building and building—
Then the door opens.
You don't stop moving. You can't. You're right there, right on the edge, and your body doesn't care that Megumi Fushiguro just walked into the room without knocking.
Your eyes lock with his across the small space. He freezes in the doorway, his hand is still on the handle.
"Oh—oh fuck—" you gasp, and you're not sure if it's because of Megumi being there or because you're coming, but suddenly you’re clenching around Yuji’s cock, and everything else disappears.
"Ah—ah—yes—" You can't stop the sounds spilling out of your mouth, can't stop your hips from rolling as you ride it out, and Megumi is still standing there, watching you fall apart on his best friend's dick.
Yuji's hands tighten on your waist, and you feel him throb inside you.
"Holy shit," Yuji breathes, and you can't tell if he's talking about you coming or about Megumi seeing it happen.
The three of you stare at each other. Nobody moves.
Your chest is heaving, and you can feel the aftershocks still pulsing through you. Yuji's fingers are digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. Megumi's face is carefully blank, but his eyes aren’t. His breathing is harsh, almost ragged.
"I—" Megumi starts, and his voice comes out rough. He clears his throat. "I was going to ask about the mission briefing."
You should say something. You should tell him to leave. You should climb off Yuji's lap and fix your skirt and pretend this never happened.
But you don't move, nobody does. The silence lingers. You can hear your own breathing, it’s way too loud. Yuji's heart is hammering against your palm where it rests on his chest.
"The door was unlocked," Megumi says finally, and his voice is flat. Defensive.
You should climb off Yuji. You should cover yourself. But, you just sit there, embarrassed… and unable to stop looking at Megumi.
Yuji's hands loosen on your hips. "Megumi, I—"
"I'll go." Megumi's already turning toward the door.
"Wait," you hear yourself say.
He stops, but he doesn’t turn around. Your face is burning. You don't know why you said it. You don't know what you want.
"I should go," Megumi says again, quieter this time. His hand is on the door handle, and his knuckles are white.
"Do you want to?" The question comes out before you can stop it.
The silence that follows is worse than before.
Slowly, Megumi turns back around. His expression is carefully controlled, but there's a wild, desperate hunger in his eyes that’s angry and wanting.
"That's not—" He stops. Jaw clenched. "That's not a fair question."
"Megumi," Yuji says, and his voice is shaking. "You don't have to—"
"I know I don't have to." Megumi's hands curl into fists at his sides. "I should leave. I should walk out that door and we should all pretend this never happened."
"But you're not leaving," you say softly.
His jaw works. “No,” he admits. “I’m not.” His hands are still clenched at his sides.
The air feels too thick to breathe.
Yuji moves under you, and you feel his cock twitch inside you. He's still hard. Somehow that only makes this harder to think about.
"This is fucked up," Yuji says, but he doesn't pull away from you. His hands are still on your waist, holding you in place.
"Yeah," Megumi agrees. His voice is rough. "It is."
"We shouldn't—" You start, but you don't finish the sentence.
Megumi takes a step closer to the bed. Then another. He moves like he's fighting himself with every step.
"Tell me to leave," he says, “One of you tell me to leave."
Neither of you says anything.
He’s at the edge of the bed now, close enough to touch. His shoulders are tight. He doesn’t move any closer. He doesn’t leave, either.
"Fuck," he breathes.
You reach out without thinking, and your fingers brush his wrist. He flinches at the contact but doesn't pull away.
"Is this—" Yuji's voice cracks. "Are we really—?”
"I don't know," you admit. Your heart is racing. "I don't know what this is."
Your fingers brush his wrist. His breath catches. “This is a mistake.”
"Probably," you agree.
"We're going to regret this." Megumi says quietly.
"Maybe." You answer.
His hand comes up slowly, brushing the space between you before he finally touches your cheek.
"I can't—" He stops. Swallows hard. "I shouldn't want this."
"But you do," you say quietly.
His jaw works. He doesn’t answer. His hand never leaves your face, even though it’s trembling.
Yuji makes a sound low in his throat. When you look down at him, his expression is complicated, conflicted, aroused and maybe a little scared.
"Yuji," you say softly. "If you want to stop—"
"I don't know what I want," he admits. His hands tighten on your waist. "This is my best friend. This is—we shouldn't—"
"I know."
"But I—" He looks at Megumi, then back at you. "I don't want to stop."
Yuji looks at Megumi. Megumi looks at you.
Megumi’s hand slides into your hair and stays there.
"This doesn't mean anything," he says, and his voice is hard. "After tonight, we forget this happened."
It's a lie. You all know it's a lie.
But you nod anyway.
He leans down and kisses you. It’s nothing like kissing Yuji. This isn’t gentle. It’s messy and desperate, like he doesn’t know how to stop once he starts. His other hand comes up to grip your jaw, holding you in place, and you can feel Yuji tense up under you.
When Megumi pulls back, you're both breathing hard.
"Fuck," Yuji breathes. He sounds wrecked.
Megumi's voice drops. "Tell me to stop."
"I can't," you admit.
His hands move to the hem of your shirt, and he pauses, giving you one last chance to pull away. When you don't, he pulls it over your head quickly.
Now it’s just your skirt bunched up around your waist. You instinctively fold your arms in for half a second before realizing neither of them can look away.
"Jesus," Megumi mutters, and there's pain in his voice.
Yuji's hands slide up your sides, and his touch is grounding and familiar in a way that makes your chest ache. He doesn't say anything. Just watches while Megumi's hands move over your skin for the first time.
Megumi's jaw clenches. His hands hover over you like he's not sure if he's allowed to touch you or not.
"It's okay," you say softly, even though nothing about this is okay.
He cups your breast. His grip is firmer than Yuji’s. His thumb brushes over your nipple, and you gasp.
Megumi glances at Yuji, then back to you. He does it again, watching your face. His thumb circles slowly, and when you arch into his hand with a soft moan, he goes still for half a second.
Yuji’s hands stay on your other breast, but he’s quiet. He doesn’t look away. His jaw is tight.
Megumi rolls your nipple between his fingers, and you arch into his hand with a soft moan. Yuji’s hand is still on your other breast.
This is wrong. This is so wrong. But you let him keep touching you.
Megumi leans down and takes your nipple into his mouth, and the heat of his tongue makes you cry out. Yuji's still touching you, and you can feel his cock throbbing inside you, and everything is too much and not enough at the same time.
"Fuck," you gasp. "Oh fuck—"
Megumi pulls off with a soft sound. "Too much?"
"No," you breathe. "Don't stop."
He looks at you for another second, then lowers his head again.
"You're so wet," Yuji murmurs, and he sounds almost awed. "God, you're dripping."
Your face burns. You can feel it, the way you're soaking him, making a mess of both of you. Megumi groans against your skin. The sound pulls another gasp from you.
Yuji's hands slide down to your hips again, and he starts to move, slow and careful. You're still sensitive from your first orgasm, and every thrust makes you shudder.
"Yuji—"
He doesn't answer. His jaw clenches as he watches Megumi's mouth still working your breast, his breathing turns ragged. He looks like he wants this. Like he hates that he wants it.
Megumi straightens up, and his hand slides down your stomach, over your bunched-up skirt. His fingers trace the place where you and Yuji are joined. You both make a sound. Yours is high and desperate. Yuji’s catches in his throat.
"Can I—" Megumi's voice is rough. "Can I touch you?"
You nod, not trusting your voice.
His fingers find your clit, and the first touch has your hips lifting before you can stop them. He doesn't ease into it, he just presses down and rubs in deliberate circles.
"Oh fuck—"
Yuji's hands tighten on your hips, almost bruising. He's still moving inside you, but his rhythm is unsteady now. When you look down at him, his jaw is tight, his eyes are dark and fixed on yours like he can't look away. His grip on your hips loosens and then tightens.
"Yuji—" you start, but Megumi's fingers speed up and the words dissolve into a moan.
"Keep your eyes on me," Megumi says. His other hand grips your hip. Yuji fucks up into you and Megumi’s fingers work your clit. “Please.”
It feels too good, and that’s part of the problem.
"I can't—"
"You can—please.” Megumi's voice is almost harsh. His fingers don't let up.
Yuji makes a sound low in his throat. "We should—maybe we should slow down—"
But he doesn't stop moving. His cock is still hard inside you, still hitting deep, and your thighs are shaking with each stroke.
You start moving on instinct, rolling your hips up and down on his length, feeling him slide deeper with each motion. Your thighs burn as you bounce, finding a rhythm that makes your breath catch.
"Ah—ah—"
Yuji's hands suddenly grip under your thighs, spreading your legs wider apart, and he plants his feet on the bed to get leverage. He starts fucking up into you harder, controlling your pace, pulling you down onto his cock as he thrusts up to meet you.
"There you are, baby," he groans, his voice rough with need. "There's my pretty girl—"
Your eyes flutter, rolling back as pleasure crashes through you. The sounds coming out of your mouth are desperate and needy. You’re mewling and gasping his name as he fucks up into you harder and faster.
"Gonna come for me, aren't you?" Yuji's voice is sweet despite the intensity. "Come on, baby. I can feel you getting close—"
Megumi's mouth leaves your breast, and suddenly his hand is in your hair, rough and possessive. He turns your head toward him with a grip that's almost demanding, and then his mouth is on yours. It’s hard and hungry and completely consuming.
He kisses you like he wants to devour you, swallowing your moans greedily, his tongue pushing into your mouth as his other hand keeps circling your clit with relentless precision. His fingers in your hair keep your head exactly where he wants it, tilted toward him.
Your muscles are drawn tight, every ending is nerve firing. Yuji's cock is so deep inside of you, hitting that spot over and over, and Megumi's fingers work your clit faster and faster. His kiss cuts off your moans swallowing them and you can't think, you can't do anything but feel both of them.
"Mmph—" you try to moan against his lips, but he just kisses you harder, his hand moving in your hair, keeping you exactly where he wants you.
The tension coils tighter in your core. Your thighs are trembling as you bounce on Yuji's cock, your body moving between both of them, with Yuji fucking up into you while Megumi controls your head.
"I'm—oh my god—" you gasp when Megumi finally breaks the kiss, his forehead pressed against yours, his breathing is as ragged as yours is.
"I know," Yuji says quietly from under you, and there's brokenness in his voice. "I know baby—“
Your orgasm is so close you can taste it. Every muscle in your body is pulled tight, clenching and releasing. Megumi's fingers circle and press, relentlessly, and Yuji's cock is so deep inside you that every thrust sends lightning up your spine. You're caught between them, and there's nothing else, just the two of them and the pressure building and building inside you.
"Please—" you beg.
"Let go," Megumi says, and it sounds like a command. His hand tightens in your hair, pulling your head back slightly, forcing you to look at him.
"Kiss her again, Megumi," Yuji breathes out desperately from under you, his voice is rough and almost broken. It sounds like the words are torn from him, like he can't believe he's saying it but needs it so badly he has to. He grits it out like a plea. "Please—"
Megumi's eyes flash, and then he's pulling your face toward his again, kissing you harder and more passionately than before. Both his hands grip your face roughly, his thumbs pressing into your cheeks as his tongue slides against yours. It’s messy and desperate.
At the same time, Yuji fucks up into you even deeper and harder, his hips snapping up with more intensity. He's watching everything, his eyes are fixed on the sight of Megumi's mouth on yours, on the way your body moves between them, on the way you're completely overwhelmed.
Your tongues slide against each other in the kiss, messy and wet, and you can taste the desperation on him. Megumi swallows your moans greedily, his hands never leaving your face, keeping you pinned to him as Yuji pounds up into you from below.
Yuji tips his head back in pleasure, his neck exposed, but his eyes stay fixed on you and Megumi, watching the kiss, watching you and Megumi. His jaw clenches as he watches, and then he groans out, "Shit—that's so fucking hot—"
The moment those words leave his mouth, your second orgasm crashes through you. Your whole body goes rigid, and you hear yourself crying out against Megumi's lips, desperate and shattered.
"Ah—ah—fuck—"
You clench around Yuji's cock, and he groans, his hips jerking up into you as you come. Megumi's hands are still tangled in your hair, keeping you close as your body shakes and trembles.
"That's it," Megumi breathes against your neck.
You're still trembling, barely coherent from the orgasm, when Yuji pulls you off his cock. You whimper at the loss, but then his hands are guiding you down, positioning you, and his voice is wrecked.
"Taste her—" His voice breaks. "She's so fucking sweet—taste her Megumi."
Megumi moves without hesitation. He lies back on the bed under you, and his hands find your hips, pulling you forward, positioning you on all fours above him.
"Come here," he says, and his hands slide to your ass, pulling you down toward his face.
The first touch of his tongue makes you gasp. His tongue is hot and demanding, licking through your folds, circling your clit, dipping inside you to taste where Yuji's been. He doesn't hold back.
"Oh god—" Your arms shake, barely holding you up.
His fingers dig into the skin of your ass, pulling you down harder onto his mouth. You can feel his groan vibrate against you, and it makes your thighs tremble.
Yuji moves in front of you, his cock right there and it’s still hard, flushed, leaking. His hand tangles in your hair, not gentle, and he guides himself to your lips.
"Open," he says, and you do.
He pushes into your mouth deeply immediately, and you moan around him. The sound is muffled by his cock, and Yuji's whole body shudders.
"Fuck—" He thrusts deeper. "—Do that again—"
Megumi's tongue flicks over your clit and you moan louder. The vibration travels through your throat, and Yuji's hips thrust forward. You gag, adjust, then take him deeper.
"Oh god baby—that’s so fucking deep—"
His hand tightens in your hair and he starts fucking your mouth. You're pinned between them. Megumi's mouth working you from below, Yuji's cock filling your throat from above.
Megumi's tongue circles your clit, fucks into you, licks through your folds. His hands spread your ass wider, pulling you down onto his face.
Every time he makes you moan, your throat spasms around Yuji's cock.
"Fuck—Megumi—" Yuji's words tumble out. "Just like that—keep doing that—make her moan—"
You're drooling now, spit sliding down your chin. The wet sounds mix with your muffled moans and Megumi's groans.
"Oh god—your throat—fuck—"
Megumi's tongue presses flat against your clit and you scream around Yuji's cock. He curses and thrusts harder, hitting the back of your throat. You gag and swallow reflexively.
"Yes—swallow me—fuck—"
Your eyes are watering and your jaw is aching. Every thrust, every inch threatening to take your breath away. You swallow around him when he goes deep, moaning from what Megumi's doing to you.
Megumi slides two fingers inside you while his tongue works your clit. You sob around Yuji's cock.
"She's close—" Yuji watches you. "Fuck—Megumi make her come—please—"
Megumi's fingers curl up, finding that perfect spot inside you. His tongue flicks quickly over your clit. The pressure coils tighter in your core.
"Please—make her come—I need it—"
Your third orgasm crashes through you. Your whole body locks up, and you're screaming around Yuji's cock. The sound is muffled. Your throat spasms and tightens around him.
"Fuck—" Yuji holds your head down as he comes. You can feel his cock pulsing in your throat, the heat of his cum as he empties himself. You swallow it all, your throat working around him as your own orgasm pulses through you.
"Fuckkk—so fucking good baby—"
Megumi doesn't stop. His tongue keeps licking you, and your thighs are closing around his head. His hands grip your ass tighter.
When Yuji finally pulls out, you're gasping for air, drool and cum on your lips. He immediately cups your face with both hands and starts kissing you everywhere. Your forehead, your cheeks, and finally your swollen lips.
"I love you," he whispers between kisses. "I love you so much—you're so amazing, god—"
His thumbs stroke your cheeks. "Are you okay? Was that too much?"
"Yes—" you gasp. "I'm okay—I'm—oh god—"
Megumi's tongue circles your clit again and you whimper.
Yuji kisses you one more time, then sits back against the headboard. His eyes are dark, fixed on where Megumi is still between your legs. His hand moves to his cock, which is already starting to harden again.
He strokes himself slowly, watching.
"Baby—" It comes out as a whimper. He's stroking faster now. "I want to watch—you and Megumi—can he—?"
Megumi's tongue flicks over your clit and you moan. "I—god—yes—"
Megumi slides out from under you. His chin is wet. He's breathing hard, and when he looks at Yuji he can't finish the question.
"Yuji—are you—"
Yuji looks right at him, his hand still stroking. "Megumi—fuck her—" He swallows. "Please fuck her hard—I need to see it."
Megumi moves behind you, his hands gripping your hips. You feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. He pushes in with one thrust and you both groan.
He goes completely still.
His hands tighten on your hips. When you glance back at him, his eyes are fixed on you like he can't believe this is real. His jaw clenches, his whole body restrained. Then he moves.
"Fuck—so wet—so fucking tight—"
Each thrust is deep enough to make your whole body jolt forward. He's hitting so deep you can feel it in your stomach.
Yuji moves closer, his hand cupping your face, tilting your head up so you're looking at him. His other hand is still working his cock, stroking faster as he watches Megumi pound into you.
His hand stills. He looks at you, then back at Megumi. Just watches him.
"Look at me." His thumb strokes your cheek. "Want to see your face—want to see what he's doing to you—"
"Oh god—" you gasp as Megumi hits that spot inside you. "Yuji—"
"I know baby—" His thumb strokes your cheek. "I can see how good he's making you feel—"
Megumi's hands grip your hips bruisingly hard, pulling you back onto his cock with each thrust. The wet sounds are obscene. You’re dripping, completely soaked, and he's driving into you like he can't get deep enough.
"Fuck—" Megumi groans. "She's so fucking tight—"
Yuji moans, his hand moving on his cock again. "Yeah? Tell me—tell me how she feels—"
"Perfect—" Megumi's rhythm falters. "So fucking perfect—so wet I can feel it dripping—"
Your fourth orgasm builds fast. Yuji's watching your face, his own breathing getting heavier.
"You're close." It's not a question. "Come for him baby—let me watch you come on his cock—"
Megumi's hand slides around to your clit, circling, and that's all it takes. Your orgasm hits you hard, your pussy clamping down on Megumi's cock as you scream.
"Fuck—yes—" Yuji groans, watching you fall apart, his hand working his cock. "So fucking hot—"
Megumi fucks you through it, and you're shaking and gasping and completely wrecked. When it finally subsides, you collapse forward onto your elbows, barely able to hold yourself up.
Megumi doesn't pull out. He keeps moving, slower now, deep and deliberate. You can feel how swollen and sensitive you are, every thrust making you whimper.
Yuji moves closer, watching Megumi fuck you slowly from behind. Then he leans over you both, his hand sliding up to cup the back of Megumi's neck, and pulls him into a kiss.
Yuji is kissing Megumi deeply, tongues sliding together, both of them groaning into each other's mouths while Megumi's cock is still buried inside you.
Megumi's rhythm stutters, his hips jerking forward harder, and Yuji breaks the kiss with a gasp.
"Fuck—" Yuji's voice is wrecked. He moves behind Megumi, his hands sliding over Megumi's back, feeling the muscles flex with each thrust. "Like that—just like that—"
His hands move to Megumi's hips, guiding him, pushing him to fuck you harder. Megumi responds immediately, his thrusts becoming deeper, more forceful, and you cry out.
"Yes—" Yuji groans, watching where Megumi disappears inside you. "Fuck her harder—she loves it—"
Megumi's breathing is ragged, his control is slipping, and he pounds into you exactly how Yuji guides him. The intensity makes your arms shake, barely able to hold yourself up.
"Let her ride you," Yuji says roughly, his hands still on Megumi's hips. "I want to see her on top of you."
Megumi pulls out and you whimper at the loss. He lies back on the bed, his cock hard and glistening, and his eyes are wild as he looks at you.
"Come here," he says, voice rough.
You straddle him on shaking legs, positioning yourself over his cock. When you sink down onto him, you both groan. The angle is different. It’s deeper, and you have to brace your hands on his chest as you start to move.
You set the pace at first, rolling your hips slowly, finding the rhythm. Megumi's hands grip your waist, his jaw clenched as he watches you move on top of him. His muscles are tense, barely letting you control it.
But it doesn't last.
His hips thrust up to meet yours, and suddenly he's taking over. He’s driving the rhythm from underneath, pulling you down hard onto his cock. You gasp as the pace becomes frantic, your breasts bouncing with each thrust.
"Fuck—" His voice breaks. "You're so—fuck—"
He pulls you down into a kiss, his tongue sliding against yours. His hand grips the back of your head, holding you exactly where he wants you.
"I've been thinking about you," he gasps against your mouth, his hips still driving up into you. "For months—fuck—watching you—"
You moan and he kisses you harder.
"Every night—listening to you through the wall—hearing you moan—hearing him fuck you—" He groans, his cock hitting deep inside you. "I'd touch myself—imagining it was me—imagining you like this—"
"Megumi—" You're breathless.
"Watching you during training—thinking about bending you over—fuck—making you scream my name—fuck—"
His hand grips your jaw, forcing you to look at him as you ride him. "You're so fucking—so beautiful—I've wanted this for so long—"
He kisses you again, harder, his tongue sliding against yours as his cock fills you. You're both moving frantically now, chasing pleasure, and you can feel another orgasm building.
Then you feel Yuji behind you. His hands slide over your back, gentle and grounding, and then you feel the slick press of his cock against your ass.
"Baby—" His voice is soft. "Can I—?"
"Yes—" You gasp against Megumi's mouth. "Please—"
Yuji pushes in slowly, carefully, and the stretch makes you cry out. You're so full, with both of them inside you at once.
"Oh god—" Yuji's voice shakes. "So tight—fuck—"
They find a rhythm together, Megumi thrusting up as Yuji pushes in, filling you completely. You're pinned between them, unable to do anything but take it, and the pressure builds fast.
"I can't—" You're sobbing now. "Too much—"
"You can," Megumi says, pulling you down harder onto his cock. "Please—"
Yuji's hand slides around to your clit, circling, and that's all it takes. Your final orgasm rips through you. You scream, your whole body convulsing, clenching around both of them.
"Fuck—fuck—" Megumi's hips jerk erratically, and then he's coming too. His hands grip your face, pulling you into a kiss as he empties himself inside you, and in the middle of his orgasm he moans against your mouth: "Fuck—I fucking love you—"
The words hit you like a punch to the chest. He kisses you harder, deeper, his arms wrapping around you as his cock pulses inside you.
You collapse onto his chest, trembling and gasping. His dick is still inside you, softening slowly, and he's kissing you so gently now. Soft, tender kisses on your lips, your cheeks, your forehead. His arms are wrapped around you, holding you close, and he's murmuring things you can barely hear.
Yuji is still moving behind you, his rhythm erratic. He grips your hips as he fucks into your ass harder.
"Oh fuck—did he fill you up baby—ah—fuuckk—"
He pounds into you harder, chasing his release, and you're so sensitive you're whimpering with every thrust. Megumi holds you through it, his hands stroking your back, his lips pressing soft kisses to your temple.
"FUUUUCKKK—" Yuji's whole body goes rigid, and then he's coming—the longest, most intense orgasm he's ever had. "OH GOD—LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH BABY—"
He groans and moans through it, his hips jerking with each pulse, you feel the warm ropes of cum filling you with each thrust, and then he collapses onto the bed next to you both, breathing hard.
You're still on top of Megumi, completely spent, his softening cock still inside you. He's kissing you so gently. It’s soft, loving kisses, his hands stroking your hair, your back, holding you like you're precious.
Yuji watches you both, his chest heaving, and his voice comes out breathless and awed: "You guys look so fucking good together I can't stand it."
You turn your head to look at him, and he's watching you both with open tenderness.
Megumi's hand cups your cheek, turning you back to him, and he kisses you again. Soft and sweet this time, no urgency, just tenderness.
"We should—" You try to form words. "We should probably talk about—"
"Tomorrow," Yuji says firmly, his hand reaching out to stroke your back. "We'll talk tomorrow. Right now just—" He swallows hard. "Just stay like this."
Megumi carefully shifts you both, rolling onto your sides so you're facing each other, his arms still wrapped around you. His cock slips out and you both wince at the sensitivity.
Yuji presses against your back, his arm draping over both of you. You're sandwiched between them, warm and held, and it feels safe.
"This is going to be so weird tomorrow," you mumble into Megumi's chest.
"Probably," Megumi agrees, but his hand is still stroking your hair gently.
"I'm not forgetting this happened," Yuji says, and there's defiance in his voice. "Just so we're clear. I'm absolutely not pretending this didn't happen."
"Yuji—" you start.
"Nope." He presses a kiss to your shoulder. "Not doing it. This happened. We're dealing with it. Tomorrow."
Megumi makes a soft sound that might be agreement or amusement. His thumb strokes your cheek, and when you look up at him his expression is so tender it makes your chest ache.
"Get some sleep," he murmurs.
"You're being really affectionate," you whisper, a soft smile in your voice.
"I know." His tone is measured and controlled. It’s the Megumi everyone knows. But his arms don't loosen around you.
Yuji makes a low, amused sound from behind you. "Fushiguro finally found one person he actually lets in," he says softly, his voice warm with affection and gentle teasing. "Look at you. All soft and cuddly."
"Shut up," Megumi says, but there's no bite to it. If anything, his hold on you tightens slightly.
A soft laugh escapes you, exhausted and warm. “You two are ridiculous."
"You love us," Yuji says confidently, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
You don't correct him.
Megumi's breathing is already evening out, his body relaxing into sleep, but his arms stay wrapped around you. Yuji is warm against your back, his face buried in your hair, and you can feel him smiling.
"Love you," Yuji whispers.
"Love you too," you whisper back.
Megumi's arms tighten slightly, and you think maybe he's not quite asleep yet. But he doesn't say anything, he just holds you closer, his thumb continuing its gentle stroke against your skin.
You fall asleep like that, tangled together, warm against each other, completely wrecked. Tomorrow would be complicated. But tonight, you're exactly where you want to be.
Warnings: choso tries to dom and fails, smut, mommy kink (again), choso crying, choso trembling, overstimulation, jerking off, brief mentions of pegging and riding him, cute choso, dom fem!reader, 2k words.
“i wanna try dominating you..” is the sentence that led you to your situation now.
rewinding back before he even said that, you and your boyfriend, choso, were sitting on the couch attending to your own devices. choso was watching tv while you were on your phone watching videos. whatever was on the tv must’ve lit some spark in him.
“h-hey…” he says, trying to look at you but can’t seem to meet you eye to eye. “can we try something… different tonight?”
you raise an eyebrow. it’s rare that choso would suggest anything in bed, always letting you lead and do whatever you want.
“sure, baby. what do you have in mind?” you sit up and scoot closer towards him. “maybe handcuffs, a gag, or even a blindfold.” you smirk at him as you watch his whole face get red and turn away from your face.
“i wanna try dominating you tonight…” your face turns from a smirk to surprise.
the last time choso dominated you was in the beginning of your relationship and he was very shy about it. the switch in roles had him feeling more comfortable and less embarrassed. honestly you can’t see him being dominant again.
you clear your throat to break the silence between you two. “d-did something bring this on? did i do something bad?”
he rapidly shakes his head, trying to dismiss the thought from your mind.
“ah! no! it’s just…” he scratches the back of his neck, completely avoiding your gaze. “i was watching the movie and the guy seemed attentive with the girl he was with and it reminded me how you always attend to me when we are doing… it. so i thought maybe i can try that out?”
…
he’s so cute! choso is so easily influenced that it’s adorable! you’re sweet choso wants to try being more attentive to you! for you! your heart is so full, it might just burst in your chest.
you gently grab his face and turn it towards you. “of course, i’ll be waiting for you to take care of me.”
choso hops up off the couch and starts making his way towards your bedroom. “you won’t regret it! i’m going to take control of tonight!”
you watch him run up the stairs not looking back and bolting into his room.
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a few minutes, maybe about thirty, you get a text message from choso.
come upstairs (˶>⩊<˶)
so you do just that. you get up off of the couch and start making your way upstairs. you open the door but see nothing different about the room. choso is just sitting on the bed there waiting for you. he lights up to the sight of you but then quickly tries to contain himself. he pats the side of the bed, gesturing for you to sit beside him. so take a seat you did.
“i did some research and i think im ready now.” choso says with a voice full of confidence which was really cute.
you nod and make your way beside getting ready for whatever he has planned for you. what you did not expect was for choso to take a rougher approach. he pins you down against the bed and starts kissing you roughly. you try to keep up but his kisses were really sloppy which made the whole thing adorable.
once he pulls away his face looks serious and controlled. it’s like choso did a full 180 on you!
ok. you can handle this. you’ve done it when you first started dating, you can do it again. choso looks you up and down and stares for a little while.
“take off your shirt.” he says while trying to pull your shirt over your head.
you chuckle a little at his impatience and start taking off your shirt leaving only your bra on. choso didn’t say anything about it so you didn’t do anything about it.
you look him straight in the eyes and he looks away quickly, it seems like old habits die hard. “what do you want me to do now?”
“quiet.” your eyes widen and you close your mouth. choso is really committing to this.
he starts taking off your pants and panties for you. whilst taking off his own underwear and shirt. he’s rushing through this like some rapid animal. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t kinda into it. but only a little though.
he starts rubbing on your clit with his fingers and giving you little kisses on your neck. you can’t help but let out little moans in return. you spread your legs wider then start humping into his hand. he’s always been good with his hands no matter what role he’s played.
“feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispers into your ear. “want more?” you nod your head quickly in hopes he’d put his fingers in.
and put his fingers in he does. you were so wet that you were already lubricated enough for him to plug into you. he slowly goes deeper and deeper into you, looking straight into your eyes for any signs of discomfort.
you moan out. “fuck- you’re doing so good, baby-”
he gives you a slap on your side with his other hand. “d-don’t speak.” he pouts and gives you a slight glare. you apologize briefly before shutting your mouth again.
once his fingers are fully inside of you he gives you some time to adjust. you give him a silent go ahead by grinding against them. he starts by slowly pulling them out and back in, increasing his speed fastly.
you start moaning out and grabbing onto the arm of the hand connecting him to you. guiding his hand more you help him push in and out at the speed that you desire. you’re surprised that choso is letting you do all this seeing as he is supposed to be in control of the situation.
oh well. the pleasure is too good for you to stop and think about whatever is going on with him.
you continue grinding against his hand starting to feel your very own orgasm build up. your fingers dig so hard into his arm that you hear a slight wince from his direction. it causes choso to curl his fingers and dig into a spot that sends you up there with the angels.
you let out a moan which volume rivals that of a high pitch scream. you squirt all over his fingers and land onto your very own tummy.
it was amazing. it was bliss. choso’s fingering skills put yours to shame. his skills should have their own metal the way they continue to send you to heaven no matter what they do.
coming back from your high, you open your eyes and look towards choso. he’s been awfully quiet so you wonder if something happened to him.
choso’s eyes are blown out and his face is completely red. he doesn’t say anything. he doesn’t even move or take his fingers out of you.
“choso?” you try to break him out of his silent trance. it was starting to worry you now. you slowly take his fingers out and it causes a whine out of you.
with that out of the way you finally take a clear look at what’s going on with him. then you clearly see the cause of all his silence.
choso came onto himself.
he came to the sight of you squirting over his fingers.
you can’t help but let out a laugh. so much for trying to take control of the situation and be dominant. it can’t be helped. he can’t even control himself.
“baby.” the pet name throws choso out of his silence and causes a whimper out of him. you rub up and down his arm as if to soothe him. “you made a mess all over yourself.”
choso’s face continues to heat up and he looks away from you. that won’t do. the situation has changed now and this role clearly isn't meant for someone as cute as choso. you grab his face and force it to face you.
choso lets out a huge whine from your forcefulness. “uh-uh. that won't do, look at me.” you stare into his eyes which finally gets him to crumble under you.
“poor baby, couldn’t contain himself.” you let go of his face and slowly crawl your hand down his chest onto his tummy. choso twitches under the touch of your hand. his adorable tears slowly begin to form.
“i n-need help, please.” there it is. choso can’t help himself. this is his role that he’s much more suited for. “mommy, i want more… please help me. i need you to tell me what to do. i wanna be a good boy for you.”
his sobs get out of control. “i can’t do it, mommy. you’re better at it than me.” he takes your hand off of his tummy and guides it closer towards his red cock. “i wanna come again. but i want you to touch me.”
you smile. your choso was so pretty and perfect. he tried his best today and you couldn't be more happy and proud of him for at least trying. he should get a reward but..
“remember how you kept telling me to be quiet and then hit me? good boys aren’t rude or disrespectful towards their mommy.” you wrap your hand around his cock and he cries out. you waste no time and start jerking him off fast with his own come.
“ahh!♡ mommy, wait! i just- ngh- came! it’s too much! too fast” the tears start pouring down his face faster. “i’m sorry- i’m sorry- i’m sorry-” he continues rambling on while trying to escape your grasp. his hips move away and towards your hands as if they’re confused on what they want.
choso’s brain is telling him to move away but his body is saying something different. he looks at you with teary eyes and grabs onto your moving hand. “kiss- please. i wanna kiss you, mommy.”
so precious. you wanna break him so bad. “do boys like you deserve a kiss? you tried telling mommy what to do today.” your hand starts getting sloppier as you rub the head of his cock for more pleasure.
his brain turns stupid that he can’t even respond back. just random, unintelligible words and moans. you can’t resist him anyways. you give a deep kiss, a better one than he gave you earlier. his eyes roll to the back of his head, taking your face into his hands to pull you closer towards him.
“mmph.. ngh...♡” he comes right there on the spot, all over your hands.
you let go of him and pepper kisses all over his face, trying to help him come back to earth. when he finally does the first thing he does is pout at you and then panic. “y-you’re hands! i’m sorry!” he tries to get up to get you a towel but his legs are too shaky for him to even move.
you give him a sweet kiss on the cheek before whispering in his ear. “i’m not done with you yet.” his eyes widen and his face turns fast to face yours it almost gives him whiplash.
“eh?! i can’t take any more though, mommy!! give me a break, please!” you laugh right in his face.
“if you really don’t want to go another round, tell me now. i’m not stopping until i come this time.” you silently wait for choso’s approval. as hot as overstimulating him was, you didn’t want to actually hurt him.
after a while of him thinking, he slowly nods his head. “d-don’t kill me now…”
━━━━⊱˗ˏˋ ★ˎˊ˗ ⊰━━━━
currently, you were laying down with a shaky leg choso beside you. after your session with him, his brain was fucked out and his mind was filled with pleasure. you rode him until he came and then rode him some more. you were tired too. you cleaned each other up, with choso trying to help as much as he can.
“did i do a good job today?” he breaks the silence, pulling you out of your head. you give him a sweet smile.
you nod your head “the best job… but how about we just stick to our regular ways, yea? i like it like that.” you’re eyes slowly start to close. “next time i’m pegging you…” you’re trying to fight sleep to stay up with choso but you can’t. you faintly hear his voice while fading into your mind.
“i like it that way too.” he snuggles into you more, closing his eyes for a while. then shoots them wide open. “huh?!”
a/n: woah pegging?! poor choso can't handle all of it (╥﹏╥). I hope u enjoy subby choso as much as i do!!! i will start writing more subby men jjk fics in the future bc i love them smm. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
You have him laid out on your guys’ couch, legs spread, and hands tied behind his back. You were working your fist over his red, leaky cock, trying to pull yet another agonizing orgasm out of him.
“It’s okay, baby…” you coo as you cup his balls in your free hand, “You can do it, just give me one more…”
His head falls back against the arm cushion, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.
“Fuuuuuckkkk…”
He looks so pretty like this.
Covered in his own fluids…thighs shaking…it made you want to ruin him even more.
“Babyyyy,” he whines, looking down at you, “I don’t think I can…”
“Mmm…yes you can, cause you’re my good boy, right?”
His eyes roll as another pathetic whine falls from his swollen lips.
“Ohhhhh shiiiit…fuck!”
It really wasn’t fair. You knew how bad he wanted to please you, willing to twist himself into knots to see that pretty smile of yours.
You stroke him faster, tightening your fist every time it passed over his fat head.
“Nnnghhhh…” he lets out a high-pitched moan.
His thighs clamp shut as his hips move side to side, trying desperately to escape your grip.
You let go of his balls, pushing his body flat against the couch.
“Don’t run from it.” you hiss, digging your nails into his skin.
He gives up, his thighs spreading wider as he finally feels the deep numbing pressure building in his groin.
“I…I…” he looks at you, making deep eye contact as his eyebrows furrow, his mouth falling into an ‘o’.
He’s so close, he can feel his balls tingling, trying to produce just a little more.
“C’mon Cho…Cum for me…” you flutter your lashes at him and lean down to suck his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue over his slit.
He chokes as he watches you slobber all over his cock, your mouth working in time with your fist. Despite the pain, he can’t help but thrust up, needing to bury himself as far as he can.
You gag when he manages to push a little too far, your throat clamping down around him as you’re forced to swallow.
That’s the last push he needed.
His whole body tenses up, his ears ringing as a wave of heat rushes over him.
“AHH! AHH!”
He crashes down violently, loud, whiny groans falling from his parted lips as his cock kicks weakly against your tongue, tiny pathetic spurts shooting into your mouth.
“Uhhhh…Uhhhhh…F-Fuckkkk…”
You moan and pull off to spit it back onto him, letting it drip over your fist as you slow your hand. Even after you let him go, he’s still twitching, sweet moans spilling from his lips.
“You did sooo goood for me baby…” you purr as you watch his body tremble.
He swallows thickly as his eyes focus back on your face. You’re giving him that same look that got him into this position in the first place, and he can only smile back, his entire body buzzing and sweaty.
“Mmmm…shit…” he barely begins to calm down when you’re on the move again.
He watches you stand and drop your panties, his eyes widening.
Wednesday, you were scheduled to test the new line of guns along with scopes sent over from Fontaine. Tasked with ensuring the new firearms work properly, you head to the shooting range where several other knights are on standby.
A crate is soon dropped off near you, and after receiving instructions on how to handle them, you get to work. It takes some time to get used to the weight of it in your hand, but you soon get the hang of it, shooting dummy balloons one after the other.
As you pick up a new gun and focus your aim, you notice… pink? You try to adjust your eyes, rubbing them, and even use a handkerchief on the glass of the scope, but it doesn’t go away.
Just as you’re about to lift your head to find the problem, you watch the pink bubble pop with a loud noise.
“You look good handling that gun.” Lohen peeks down the front sight of your rifle.
“Lo—Vice Captain?!” you gasp in surprise before glaring at him.
Lohen doesn’t flinch and just lets out a hearty laugh, making his amusement known not just to you, but to the other knights at the shooting range, much to your frustration.
“Don’t look at me like that, knight.” Lohen smirks. The title of ‘knight’ weighs heavy on your mind, you know he would’ve called you by your nickname if you weren’t working right now.
“You’re kinda hot when you’re mad, y’know?” It leaves his lips as a whisper meant only for you. Apparently, flirting is more acceptable than calling you an affectionate nickname, but whatever. You roll your eyes at him.
“Come meet me at my quarters tonight.” The hand on your shoulder slips away as Lohen does, humming as he approaches another set of knights, no doubt to also terrify them.
You barely register his words before shaking them off, deciding to focus on your work, hoping the hours pass by faster.
After a shower and dinner, you find your way to Lohen’s front door, unlocking it with the spare key he gave you when your relationship got more serious.
“Boo!”
Two hands land on either side of your shoulders. You jump, and irritation follows soon after your surprise.
“Lohen!”
He laughs, a little less loudly and less performatively than before. There’s that distinct heat and hunger in his voice. Lohen watches you rub at your shoulder where he startled you.
“Still mad?”
“Maybe.”
“Good.” His smile softens but that glint of excitement doesn’t leave his eyes. “I like seeing you like this.”
You roll your eyes. “You just like getting on my nerves.”
“That too,” he lets out a huff of a laugh.
Silence befalls you two, comfortable rather than awkward. Lohen seems to want something, just picking out the words in his mind to ensure he doesn’t scare you off. You have always told him he can just say what was on his mind and that you will accept him either way. And he would always shake his head, a small smile covering a hint of uncertainty.
He steps closer, burying his face in your collarbone, inhaling your scent. A scarred hand moving a strand of hair away from your face.
“Been thinking about you all day,” he murmurs. “Watching you with that rifle didn’t help.”
His eyes twinkle at the sight of his gun in his holster, hand snaking down to pull it out. You can barely see what’s happening due to his muted teal hair clouding your vision. He pulls away from your chest, but stays close enough to feel your warmth. A cold, metal feeling lands in the palm of your hands; calloused ones raising it up to your field of vision. It’s Lohen’s gun.
“Show me?” he looks at you as if pleading, the burgundy tint in his eyes glowing.
“Don’t be afraid, Bunny.” He flips the gun over, showing you the cylinders are empty and the safety is on. He pushes the gun back to your palms before you engulf the handle with your fingers.
With a click, the barrel of the gun is pressed against his forehead. Lohen flinches slightly before smiling. You take a few steps forward and he takes a few steps back, following your rhythm. The back of his knees hit the bed, and with a small push on his chest, he falls down on the, sitting up right.
You drag the cold barrel of his gun on his face, contrasting the heat building up between you. It rubs against his lips, and as you nudge at him, Lohen obediently opens his mouth, allowing the metal to enter the hot, wet cave of his mouth.
Lohen leans into it, bobbing his head as wet saliva runs down his chin and his teeth clank against the metal. He is so eager, acting as if his life is on the line if he doesn’t please you.
“You’ll gladly take anything I give you, huh?”
He nods, his head moving closer to the gun until you can see a slight outline of it in his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, slightly constricting against the black leather choker around his neck.
“Filthy… Disgusting…” you whisper under your breath, rubbing the tip of the gun on his tongue. Lohen swallows as if he wants to devour your words and make it a part of his being.
His head becomes dizzy, struggling to breathe as he chokes on the gun. You take it out slowly, allowing him to catch his breath. The glow from the lantern illuminates his swollen, cherry colored lips glistening with the gloss of his spit. Dear Archons, he looks so good with hair disheveled, panting to catch his breath, chest heaving, and fuck—
You toss the gun somewhere on the bed, causing the mattress to dip. Another weight adds onto the bed as you plant your knees on either side of Lohen’s lap, your lips catching his in a hungry kiss. Your tongue swipes across the drool that was left on his bottom lip before sinking your teeth. Lohen moans into your mouth, savoring your taste and the metallic flavor of either the blood or the metal— he doesn’t know anymore nor does he care.
Hands press against his toned stomach, feeling him through the thin white fabric. Your fingers fumbling the button of his dress shirt, forcing the garment open.
Lohen’s scarred hand tangles in your hair, pulling you harder into the kiss. His other hand anchoring himself on the bed due to the sheer force of your movement.
You trail kisses down his neck, his jaw, and when you land on his neck, you bite down hard. Lohen lets out a shaky breath neighboring a groan. His hand lands on your hips, massaging as if to encourage you further.
“Use me…” he breathes heavily in your ear. “Use me however you please.”
a/n: I'll get to writing full smut one day LOL, that day is just not today :P
No matter how many times people around Choso told him he deserved better, that you weren’t worth it, that you were toxic, no matter how many times he was warned, Choso never seemed to listen. He’d always find his way back to you, or rather back between your thighs. Licking and sucking and whimpering as he ate you out.
Like right now.
Just yesterday he worked up the courage to timidly tell you he was done, that he didn’t want to be treated like that anymore. He’d asked to be your boyfriend and you’d convinced him labels didn’t matter matter. He knew you’d used him to pass your exams just so your dad wouldn’t get on your back.
When you answered with a simple “no” it took him completely by surprise. He hadn’t expected that, and he hadn’t expected to just accept it either. He just pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and nodded with his head bowed low.
Now here he was between your thighs, tongue lapping desperately at your clit. Your slick coats the lower half of his face. His nose nudges gently against you, his glasses heavily fogged up. One hand holds your leg slightly open while the other brushes softly over you every so often, keeping you right where he wants you.
He doesn’t rush for even a second. He knows exactly what makes you gasp and what makes you arch your back off the mattress. He drinks every little sound you make like it’s something precious, soft desperate whimpers falling from his own throat against your skin. He’s completely devoted to this moment, completely devoted to you.
His fingers dig gently into your thigh, holding you steady as he works, his breathing hot and heavy against you. The fog on his glasses only gets thicker but he doesn’t stop to wipe them away. He doesn’t care about anything else right now. He just wants to make you feel good, wants to be the one you come to when you need something, even if it’s only ever this.
When your fingers twist tight in his hair and your hips lift to meet his mouth he hums deep and happy, like this is all he ever needed in the world. He’d walk through fire just to be here, and every warning everyone ever gave him vanishes completely the second you let out that shaky breath and say his name.
“Choso—” you gasp, fingers tightening hard in his hair. You use his face exactly how you want, jerking your hips up slow and steady against his tongue. He lets you take full control, melting completely under your touch. He doesn’t pull away or complain, just presses closer, whimpering soft against your skin as you grind right where you need him most. He’d let you do absolutely anything to him right now.
You smile down at him drunk on pleasure. “Mmm Choso you’re so good.” You moan through gritted teeth rolling your hips harder right against his mouth. Choso whines loud and broken, no words just pure desperate sound.
He knows he is never leaving you. Not ever. Nothing anyone says will ever change that. You need him and he needs you just as bad. Worse even.
He pushes his tongue deep inside you, working you slow and rough all at once. Tears spill hot and fast from his eyes, tracking down his cheeks mixing with your slick. He doesn’t care that he is crying. He is so overwhelmed by how much he wants you, how much he loves you it hurts. He eats you out like he’s starving, like you are the only thing keeping him alive. He sobs soft against your skin, shaking all over, begging without words for you to use him as much as you want. He’ll take every single thing you give him and thank you for it too. He’s yours completely. Every broken messy part of him belongs only to you.
He pulls back and you let him. He spits onto your swollen, sensitive pussy that has already taken so many orgasms. He watches as it glide down and mixes with your slick before he pushes it back inside with his tongue. Then he draws your throbbing clit right back into his mouth and sucks hard. “You’re doing so well sweetheart.” You moan loud and breathless. Choso is an eater through and through. That is just one more reason you will never let him go. Ever.
He lifts a hand to take off his fogged glasses so he can see your face when you cum undone on him but you stop him. “Keep it on.” He pulls away just enough to speak and you whine at the loss of warmth as the cool air hits your skin. “I wanna look at you but I can’t see you.” He mutters soft and shy. The glasses sit crooked on his flushed face, completely misted over. His pink lips are shiny and wet, covered in your arousal and his own tears.
You loosen your grip on his hair and nod slowly. “Fine. Go ahead.” He gives a shaky little sigh of relief, fingers trembling as he pulls the glasses off. He wipes the fog and tears away on the back of his sleeve then slides them carefully back onto his nose.
He leans right back in without wasting another second, diving between your legs again like he never left. He works you harder now, tongue thrusting deep and fast, sucking so firm your whole body jerks. He whines quietly against your skin every time you gasp his name, every time your hips grind hard into his face. He doesn’t even wipe the tears or your slick off his chin. He’s messy and desperate and completely yours.
When your legs lock tight around his head and you cry out his name over and over he doesn’t stop. He keeps going through every wave of your high, drinking every drop you give him, whimpering loud like he’s the one falling apart. He’d suffocate right here between your legs and die happy. Nothing matters but you. Never anything else.
Finally you cum on his tongue and he laps at every single drop and swallows. You wipe the sweat on his forehead and give him a small smile your eyes slowly giving out from the amazing orgasms you just received.
Choso slowly climbs up your body. His thick biceps cage you in as one large veiny hand cups your face. He pulls you in for a filthy kiss, letting you taste yourself right on his lips.
You can taste the salt of his tears mixing right in with your own sweetness as he presses his lips hard to yours. His cheeks burn bright red, blush spreading all the way down his neck. He’s so flustered and so happy he can barely breathe. He keeps kissing you slow and messy, too shy to pull away but too greedy to stop. Every shaky little whimper still rumbles in his chest, his face hot against your skin, completely undone just from being close to you.
He rests his forehead gently against yours, chest heaving soft and fast against you. His fingers brush slow over your cheek, still trembling a little. “I… I love you so much,” he whispers, voice thick and wobbly with leftover tears. His cheeks stay burning bright, flushed all the way down to his shoulders.
He pulls back carefully then he grabs a soft warm cloth from the bathroom and kneels back between your legs. He wipes you gentle and slow, being so careful not to hurt your sensitive skin. His face stays hot the whole time, eyes soft and full of adoration. He folds the cloth neatly when he is done then climbs back beside you, pulling you close against his chest.
(✿)
The next day on campus Choso spots you sitting on a bench. Just as he steps forward to come over one of the football players slings an arm casually over your shoulder.
Choso freezes in his tracks. His hands clench tight at his sides, knuckles turning white. He watches the guy lean in close, saying something that makes you laugh. His chest feels tight and heavy, but he doesn’t step in. He knows he has no right to. He isn’t your boyfriend after all. So he turns and walks away quietly, heart sinking all the way down to his stomach.
He walks into the library and picks a quiet, hidden spot away from everyone else. He knows he is already upset and doesn’t want anyone to see him get emotional.
He waits for thirty whole minutes and starts thinking about leaving. You were supposed to meet him here for tutoring. He had even walked over to get you first, until he saw you sitting with that football player. Just as he reaches for his bag you turn the corner. “Where y’ going?” you ask, glancing at the books in his hand before walking over and sitting right beside him, looking up at his face.
With the way you look up at him through your thick lashes he can’t bring himself to say what he really feels. He doesn’t want to admit he was about to walk out, or that he is stung by you being late, or how much that moment with the football player still sits heavy in his chest. He sinks back down into his seat and gives a small shake of his head. “Nowhere.”
“Alright. Shall we get started?” You pull a pen from your bag along with your iPad, already ready to take notes.
But you don’t miss it. You notice how quiet he is, how he won’t quite meet your eyes the way he usually does. His jaw is set tight, his shoulders stiff instead of soft and relaxed like they always are around you. He pushes his glasses up his nose twice in one minute, a little tell he only does when he is holding something back. He slides the worksheets across the table without his usual gentle smile, his fingers brushing yours for barely a second before he pulls his hand away fast.
“You’re acting weird,” you say flatly, resting your pen down instead of opening your notes. “And you’re annoyed. What’s wrong?”
He freezes for a moment, like he hoped you wouldn’t catch on. He stares at the page in front of him, voice low and careful. “Nothing. Let’s just work.” But you know him better than that.
You lean forward a little, watching the way his throat bobs when he swallows, the faint pink that creeps up his neck—embarrassed that his feelings show so easily, frustrated that he can’t just brush it off like he wants to. He’s trying so hard to be good, to not make a fuss, but you can see right through every bit of it.
He’s hurt, and he’s mad, and he has no idea how to say any of it without sounding like he has no right to feel that way at all.
You slide your hand down his thigh. He can feel every bit of your warmth through his sweatpants and his skin burns hotter by the second. You lean over the table bringing your face close to his watching every little shift in his expression. “What’s wrong hmm?” you ask softly. He hates how easily you break through every wall he tries to put up. He hates that you always know exactly how to make him fold.
His breath hitches sharp and quiet. He stares down at your hand resting heavy on his leg, cheeks flushing bright red all the way to the tips of his ears.
“It’s nothing,” he mumbles but his voice shakes. He shifts in his seat like he’s trying to get comfortable but there is no hiding how much you affect him.
His fingers twist tight in the hem of his shirt. He feels stupid for being jealous, stupid for caring this much when he has no real claim over you.
But you know exactly what you are doing. You know one little touch is all it takes to make him spill every single thing he feels.
“I just… saw you earlier. With him.” He forces the words out slow like they hurt to say.
You could almost laugh at his silly assumptions. As if you’d ever go for some football dude. You’re already toxic as it is. Why would you add another headache into the equation.
You smile a little at how clearly jealous he is. You think for a moment then cup his face and turn it toward you so he has to meet your eyes. “Can I show you something?”
He nods slowly, looking unsure. You glance around to make sure no one is watching then sink down to your knees right between his wide open legs.
You rest your hands gently on his knees and tilt your head up at him with a calm little look. “Relax. No one’s coming.”
You hook your fingers lightly into the waistband of his sweatpants, moving slow and steady so he can feel every second of it. He sucks in a sharp breath that he tries hard to keep quiet, his knuckles turning white where he grips the edge of the table. His eyes dart quickly toward the aisle then right back down to you, chest rising and falling fast.
He’s shaking just a little bit from nerves, face burning bright red all the way down his neck. He keeps glancing around like he’s expecting someone to walk around the corner any second. But he doesn’t shift his legs away. He doesn’t tell you to stop. He even lets his knees fall just a little wider without thinking about it, giving you all the space you need.
He feels so stupid for being this nervous, so exposed sitting right out in the open like this. But when you look up at him with those eyes he knows he can’t say no. He’d let you do absolutely anything right now. He’d risk getting caught just to feel your hands on him. “Just… be quick please…”
You pull his sweatpants down along with his boxers. His thick veiny cock springs out fully hard, the tip flushed a blushing pink. It looks so pretty you can’t help but stare.
You grin like a child at a candy store. “Choso it’s so pretty,” you murmur quiet enough only he can hear. He covers his face with one hand completely flustered then drops it back down to grip tight at your other hand resting on his thigh. “Than—” he starts to say but your thumb brushes lightly over that sensitive tip. He jumps a little and a shaky whimper tumbles right out of his mouth before he can stop it.
You spread the clear pre-cum around his tip with your thumb, watching every little twitch and shiver run through him. He is already falling apart just from your touch. Then you lean in and drag a slow wet stripe right up the length of him.
You take him deep into your mouth all at once, swallowing him down until your nose brushes against his skin. He chokes back a loud moan, hand fisting tight in your hair, hips jerking up sharp and desperate. He bites down hard on his own knuckle to keep quiet, tears pricking his eyes from how good it feels.
You suck him hard and messy, swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip every time you pull back. You hum low around him and he shudders so hard the whole table shakes just a little. “Fuck—fuck please—” he whimpers quiet, voice cracking completely. He can barely breathe, can barely think about anything but the wet heat of your mouth taking every inch of him like you were made just for this.
You look up at him through your lashes while you work him and you see his head pushed back while his arm is slung over his face. He’s a mess above you, face burning bright red, sweat beading on his forehead, legs shaking uncontrollably. He’s so desperate, too far gone to care about getting caught. He’d let you ruin him right here in the library and thank you for it.
He brushes your hair gently away from your face without looking and guides you slow, letting you take him in and out of your mouth at your own pace. It is messy and filthy, thick spit coating him completely, dripping down his length and onto his thighs.
He’s barely holding back loud broken moans, hips stuttering shallowly into your mouth, fingers tangling soft but tight in your hair.
He looks down at you like you’re something holy even while you’re doing the dirtiest thing imaginable right here in the library. His breath comes in sharp shaky gasps, every little sound he makes muffled into his own hand.
He can’t tear his eyes away from the sight of you, lips stretched shiny and wet around him, every slow pull and push making his head fall back. His thighs tremble harder under your hands, his grip in your hair tightening just enough to show how close he is, how much he’s losing control.
He bites down so hard on his lip he almost draws blood, soft quiet whimpers slipping past anyway, completely drunk on the way you work him. He’s never felt anything like this, except with you.
His hips jerk up one last sharp time, fingers tightening in your hair as he chokes out your name quiet and broken. He spills hot and heavy right down your throat, whole body shaking so hard the table rattles soft. He gasps for air, chest heaving fast, completely undone above you.
You swallow every single drop slowly then pull back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You lean up close to him, voice low and sweet only for him to hear. “Such a good boy Choso. You did so perfect for me.”
His face burns bright red, eyes glossy and half shut, leaning into your touch like he’s starving for it. You press soft gentle kisses all over his flushed cheeks, his damp forehead, then one last slow sweet kiss right on his trembling lips. He melts completely into you, too weak and too happy to say a single word.
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Summary: When Suguru Geto makes a selfish wish, he gets exactly what he wants and quickly realizes the cost is far greater than he ever imagined. as your feelings for him grow into something all consuming, neither for you can escape the consequences of a love that was never truly yours to give.
A psychological horror college AU inspired by “Obsession”. Dark themes, unhealthy attachment, guilt, manipulation, and no happy ending.
Content: geto x reader, college au, modern au, no curses au, wish gone wrong, be careful what you wish for, love taken too far, graphic violence, somnophilia, obsessive!reader, yandere!reader, psychological horror, dark romance, codependency, unhealthy love, devotion becomes obsession, reader spirals, all-consuming love, possessive!reader, emotional dependence, psychological trauma, non con, manipulation, tragedy, slow descent into madness, "this isn't what he meant," guilt, obsession isn't love, horror disguised as romance, DEAD DOVE DO NOT FUCKING EATTT!!!
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Chapter 1: First Impressions
College was supposed to feel different.
That was what everyone said.
A fresh start.
A new chapter.
A chance to become whoever you wanted to be.
Standing in the middle of a crowded campus with a backpack digging into your shoulder and an iced coffee sweating through your fingers, you felt exactly the same.
Lost.
The August heat settled heavily over the university.
Students flooded the walkways.
Some looked excited.
Some looked terrified.
Most looked like they belonged.
You didn’t.
You checked your schedule for the fifth time.
Psychology 101.
Humanities Building.
Room 204.
You were already ten minutes early.
And somehow still convinced you were late.
The lecture hall slowly filled around you.
Conversations bounced off the walls.
People introduced themselves.
Exchanged social media.
Made friends.
You opened your laptop and pretended to be busy.
It was easier that way.
If you looked occupied, people usually left you alone.
The seat beside you remained empty.
Good.
You preferred it that way.
The professor hadn’t arrived yet when the classroom door opened.
You didn’t know why you looked up.
Maybe because half the room did.
Maybe because the sudden silence caught your attention.
Or maybe because some people naturally drew attention without trying.
A tall student stepped inside.
Dark hair pulled into a loose bun.
Black shirt.
Relaxed posture.
The kind of person who looked completely comfortable wherever they went.
You watched him scan the room.
Just for a second.
Then looked away.
Because staring at strangers was weird.
Obviously.
A few girls near the front whispered to each other.
You heard one of them laugh.
“He finally showed up.”
Another rolled her eyes.
“Took him long enough.”
Apparently they knew him.
You didn’t.
And honestly, you didn’t care.
The professor entered moments later.
Class began.
You forgot about him almost immediately.
Or at least you thought you did.
Halfway through the lecture, your pen slipped from your desk.
You watched it roll beneath the row behind you.
Great.
You leaned down.
Someone else grabbed it first.
“Looking for this?”
You straightened.
The guy from earlier held your pen between two fingers.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
His eyes were warm.
Not striking.
Not dramatic.
Just warm.
Like he’d known you longer than thirty seconds.
You took the pen.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
His smile appeared briefly.
Then disappeared.
The interaction lasted less than ten seconds.
By the end of class, you should have forgotten about it.
Instead, for some reason, you remembered the exact way he smiled.
Which was annoying.
Because it wasn’t even a particularly memorable smile.
You saw him again two days later.
And then again the day after that.
The campus wasn’t small.
Yet somehow he kept appearing.
Across the courtyard.
Leaving the library.
Standing in line for coffee.
Always somewhere.
Always just long enough for you to notice.
It became a joke.
At least to yourself.
You never spoke.
You never approached him.
You simply existed in the same spaces.
Until Friday.
“You’re in Yaga’s class.”
You nearly dropped your coffee.
The voice came from your right.
You turned.
There he was.
Close enough to make your stomach twist unexpectedly.
Not because you were nervous.
Just surprised.
Probably.
“Uh.”
Brilliant.
“Yeah.”
His smile returned.
Smaller this time.
Amused.
“I’m Suguru Geto.”
The name clicked immediately.
Right.
The girls from class.
The whispers.
The way people seemed to know him.
You gave him your name.
For some reason, hearing it come from his mouth felt different.
Wrong.
Not bad.
Just strange.
Like hearing someone read a line from a book you’d never shown them.
“You’re always early.”
You blinked.
“What?”
“For class.”
Geto gestured vaguely.
“You’re usually already there when I arrive.”
The comment shouldn’t have bothered you.
But it did.
Slightly.
How had he noticed that?
You barely noticed him.
At least not enough to know when he arrived.
Right?
“You pay attention to that?”
The question escaped before you could stop it.
Geto laughed softly.
“I pay attention to lots of things.”
Something about that answer sat strangely in your chest.
Not enough to alarm you.
Just enough to remember later.
That night, you dreamed about him.
Not a romantic dream.
Not really.
You couldn’t remember most of it when you woke up.
Only fragments.
A hallway.
A voice.
Someone calling your name.
Dark eyes watching from the end of a corridor.
When you checked your phone, it was 4:12 in the morning.
Your room felt cold.
You stared at the ceiling.
Trying to remember why your heart was racing.
Eventually you fell asleep again.
When you woke up for class, you’d forgotten almost everything.
Except him.
For some reason, you remembered him.
Over the next two weeks, Geto became your friend.
At least that was the label everyone used.
Friends.
The word felt simple.
Safe.
Normal.
You studied together.
Shared coffee.
Complained about assignments.
Texted occasionally.
Nothing unusual.
Nothing worth overthinking.
But little things kept happening.
Tiny things.
Things you couldn’t explain.
The first time, you dismissed it.
You mentioned wanting to try a restaurant off campus.
The next day Geto invited you there.
Coincidence.
Probably.
The second time, you casually mentioned a book you’d loved as a kid.
Three days later he handed you a used copy.
Coincidence.
Again.
The third time felt stranger.
You never told him your birthday.
Yet somehow he knew.
The realization lingered longer than it should have.
When you asked how, he simply smiled.
“I heard someone mention it.”
Maybe he had.
Maybe you were being weird.
Maybe you were imagining things.
You wanted to believe that.
You really did.
The problem was that thinking about Geto was becoming easier.
Too easy.
You found yourself checking your phone for his messages.
Looking for him between classes.
Wondering if he’d be at the library.
Wondering what he was doing.
The thoughts came naturally.
Effortlessly.
Like breathing.
And that should have scared you.
It didn’t.
Not yet.
Suguru
The first time he saw you, he understood immediately.
Not love.
Not obsession.
Nothing dramatic.
Just certainty.
A quiet certainty.
The kind that settled deep inside someone’s bones.
There you are.
The thought appeared before he could stop it.
You sat near the front of the lecture hall.
Looking nervous.
Alone.
Twisting a pen between your fingers.
Geto couldn’t explain why he kept looking at you.
Only that he did.
The professor spoke.
Students laughed.
Time passed.
And still his attention drifted back to you.
Again.
And again.
And again.
By the end of class, he knew he wanted to speak to you.
So he did.
A dropped pen.
A simple conversation.
An excuse.
Nothing more.
Yet somehow he spent the rest of the day thinking about it.
Thinking about you.
Weeks passed.
His feelings worsened.
That was the only word for it.
Worsened.
Like an illness.
Like a wound refusing to heal.
The more he learned about you, the more he wanted.
Another conversation.
Another text.
Another hour.
It was never enough.
Nothing was enough.
And he hated himself for it.
Because he knew better.
He knew people weren’t possessions.
He knew affection couldn’t be forced.
He knew.
He knew.
He knew.
Yet every night his thoughts returned to the same place.
You.
The charm appeared three weeks later.
Geto found it by accident.
At least that’s what he told himself.
An old antique store hidden between buildings off campus.
Dust-covered shelves.
Yellowed newspaper clippings.
The owner looked older than time itself.
Geto almost left immediately.
Then he saw it.
One Wish Wonder
Nothing special.
Nothing remarkable.
Just a stupid stick in a box.
“Careful with that one.”
The owner’s voice startled him.
Geto looked up.
The old man smiled.
Not kindly.
Not cruelly.
Just knowingly.
“People usually regret getting what they want.”
A chill traveled down Geto’s spine.
The old man laughed.
As if he already knew something Geto didn’t.
That night the box stood on the desk.
Moonlight spilled through the dorm window.
Everything felt too quiet.
His roommate satoru was gone.
The campus outside slept peacefully.
Geto stared at the childlike box.
Hours passed.
He should have thrown it away.
He knew that.
Instead, he picked it up.
The box felt dusty.
weirdly cold.
His reflection stared back at him from the glossy lettering.
Distorted.
Wrong.
His phone buzzed.
A message.
From you.
A stupid meme.
Nothing important.
The kind of thing friends sent each other every day.
Geto smiled despite himself.
Then his smile disappeared.
Because for one horrible second, a thought crossed his mind.
What if they loved me back?
Not wanted.
Not liked.
Loved.
Obsessed over.
The thought should have disgusted him.
Instead, it lingered.
Growing.
Spreading.
Rotting.
He closed his eyes.
His fingers pried the box open.
Just once.
Just one selfish thing.
Just one.
The room seemed to grow colder.
The silence deepened.
Something shifted.
Barely noticeable.
Like a door opening somewhere far away.
Geto swallowed.
Fear crawled through his chest.
For a moment, he almost stopped.
Almost.
Then he whispered your name.
*Crack*
When he opened his eyes again, nothing looked different.
The room remained unchanged.
The campus remained silent.
The world continued turning.
Yet somehow he knew.
Something terrible had already begun.
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a/n: Okay this is something... different lol. Lmk if u guys like it or not and if u want more parts.
Like sometimes I like a singular character and I don’t care for any of the ships they are involved in. I just want them, no other characters in my smut.
I want to simply see them jerk off and feel like a freak staring at them through a window.
omg have you see the new clip of sunday where his eyes are covered with his wings and thorns around his body? PLEASE PLEASE I NEED A FIC OF THIS where we overstimulate him, thank you !
overstimming sub! sunday whose wrists are bound together || m's note: you got it twin
warn. cough cough wing play cough, nsfw & 18+ content ahead, overstimulation kink, afab anatomy used on reader, riding, mommy is a term used ............................
"whh- p—please! [n-name] i c... can't handle anymore-" his hands were bound by thorns around his wrists, it had been hours since you two last actually left your shared bedroom,
well, sunday swore he doesn't come undone so easily, it sounded like a challenge; so how come he was already in pure bliss of what was supposed to be a punishment?
"mngh, fuck—p- please, i'm sorry..." you could spot the tears that welled up in his eyes, instinctively on every time you bounced down all the way down onto the base of his cock. "hnngh, shit wait! s-stop, i'm.... whaaa—close again!"
his eyes fluster shut with his wings covering his eyes to replace what his hands could've done for himself. oh the justice your hips did, your hand felt amazing, but not as warm as your walls were around his length.
you could see how his fists were clammed shut as they were raised above his head, but as soon as your arms decide to place themselves around his neck, quietly tugging at his silverlocks, effectively make him reach his own peak again.
his face fell flushed once more when he let out a choked moan of your name, or whatever he could muster up. lifting your hips up, and off of his dick for a moment to see how all of his length was completely covered in the mix of your slick and his load, shining obscenely before the both of you.
the tip was flushed an angry pink fading to red, his slit alread yweeping another small yet steady stream of precum all ready for you. your cold finger start to envelop his length once more, your free hand reaches out to rub against a wing that covered his eye. "mmmf... please m- mommy, i jus' came..." trying to flap your hand away, you simply slide yourself to his side, placing your head in the crook of his neck, smiling sweetly,
your palm slowly starts to stroke his shaft again, making him squirm on the spot. his voice cracks, "nnhh- holy... i c- can't, i really can't—please, there's nothing left...!"
you get up from your spot to sit up properly, hand still on his cock but your free hand moved to stroke his wing in unison. "gghhn- t'much! please-" — "then use the word, baby, i don't wanna force you."
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Having Sunday squirming and whimpering on your lap while you jerk him off with a fleshlight. The hand is moving really fast all the way up and down his red throbbing dick that made his little head wings flapping in excitation.
And yet you still don't let him cum, don't even let him get inside you, he'll have to get off only by rubbing desperately his dick between your thighs. 🤤
Warnings: NSFW (18+) panty sniffing, humping, handjob (male receiving), submissive and pathetic Sunday, clingy Sunday, hybrid Characters, a little bit of manipulative Sunday
Is this an excuse to write pathetic Sunday? maybe...
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Oh boy.
Prepare to have a clingy bunny hybrid latch onto you 24/7.
Not that you're complaining tho.
You can never deny the pretty bunny— your too soft for that. And that's exactly why Sunday takes advantage of it.
Bunny!Sunday whines at you whenever you try to leave his side, "have you really got to go, my dear? would you really leave me alone? please, stay with me. I need you," he whimpers, tears forming in his eyes as he clutches your sleeves— butting his head at your shoulder. You shivered feeling his bunny ears brush against your cheek.
Your heart clenched. How could you ever resist your bunny?
Bunny!Sunday who purrs softly when ever you scratch the spot behind his ear just right. He can't help but whimper and moan whenever you rub his ears, "p-please— ngh! m-more... ha..." You can practically see the hearts forming in his eyes.
Bunny! Sunday who can't help but be so needy around you. Simply touch him, hug him, kiss him— and he'll be cumming in his pants.
Since bunnies do not have a traditional heat cycle— be prepared to suddenly get jumped from behind.
Be it while cooking, Bunny!sunday will immediately latch on to your back. Wrapping his arms around your torso before immediately humping you. His cock already out and dripping with precum as he ruts between your legs. "Mmph.. Nngh! ah— oh p-please! Need you need you need you... angh fuck!" His eyes rolled back at the feeling of bliss and pleasure as he comes, staining both of your clothes.
Bunny!Sunday who cries whenever you give him attention. "Feels good bunny? Too much?" you purred, slowly stroking his pretty cock— the pearly beads dripping down to your hand. "A-ah! please—! D-dont tease ngh..!" And when you stroke his ears while equally stroking his cock? oh he's crying.
Bunny!Sunday who throws his head back as he screams, "NGH! AH! F-FUCK— OH GOD— PLEASE PLEASE LET ME CUM—! HAH....!" his thighs trembled— back watching and bunny ears twitching as he felt release wash over him before going lax.
"Mmgh... mm... t-thank you..." He mumbles dazily as he reaches for you.
"Of course, my bunny" you whispered, pressing a kiss on his head near his ear, making him whimper softly.
Bunny!Sunday who really has no choice but stay back while you go out— be prepare to come back with your laundry in a mess.
He just can't help it! He misses you too much and your scent everywhere is not helping him. He rummages through your laundry, grabbing one of your used panties before immediately stuffing it to his nose and taking a large sniff. He can feel his cock twitching while his small bunny tail almost wags eagerly. He can't help but whine as he reaches down to slid a hand to his cock as he jerks off to his favorite scent. Thumbing over his sensitive tip— determined to cum over and over again until you get back and take care of him.
Bunny!Sunday has bunny stamina. Means he also fucks you like a rabbit. But sometimes, he prefers to take it nice and slow, taking his time to enjoy and worship you properly. This man could go for 2-5 hours depending on his mood. If his in heat, well... you won't be leaving the bed for a week since you're gonna be too full of him.
Oh! and also bunny!Sunday loves nibbling on your cheek! bonus points if you nibble him back <3
