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ᦸ fluffy little boyfriend!megumi hcs ⸝⸝ art : qikiix

boyfriend!megumi makes sure to leave some of his spare hoodies & band t-shirts in your dorm room for you to sleep in since his clothes are 'just comfier' than your own.

boyfriend!megumi lets you take his hand and fidget with his rings whenever you're together—overstimulated, annoyed, bored, or just wanting to touch him—finding it oddly endearing how much comfort you find in him.

boyfriend!megumi secretly takes photos whenever you fall asleep on his chest or in his dorm room, only rarely sending them to you whenever you get sassy with him to get you to calm down

boyfriend!megumi is typically pretty tired & quiet, so he's content with sitting around while you ramble on and on, a soft tilt in his lips as he watches you gush—he thinks it's the perfect balance.

boyfriend!megumi is secretly a very cuddly person, melting against you in each other's dorm beds, holding you to his chest, and begrudgingly leaving kisses on the crown of your head every time you shifted around.

boyfriend!megumi keeps an extra of your favorite perfume in his nightstand for late nights when you're still over or just to spritz around whenever he misses you.

boyfriend!megumi leaves little notes around your bedroom, sometimes something sweet and romantic, sometimes just a little sketch, or the rare inside joke scribbled down.

boyfriend!megumi buys you little trinkets to keep around your dorm room—small keychains, figurines, decorations, anything that reminds him of you, he's going to buy

boyfriend!megumi prefers to keep everything as private & intimate as possible—Yuji's witnessed the rare moment of a kiss on the cheek or an embrace a few times and gushes accordingly each time.

BIRTHDAY SEX

“We switchin' positions, you feel surrounded, tell me where you want your gift, girl.”

𓏲𝄢 Dollie's Note: Forgive me for writing something like this. It's just supposed to be SatoSugu x Reader, but I thought, why not bring Shoko to the fold, right? Anyways, what can we say?

𓏲𝄢 Warnings: MDNI (18+), Smut (Explicit Sexual Content), Mostly Just Porn, Polyamory/Foursome (F/F/M/M), Oral (M & F Receiving), Face-Sitting, Groping, Over-Stimulation, Squirting, Unprotected Sex, Piling/Stacking, Enabler Shoko, Suguru has a Prince Albert Piercing, Reader slaps Satoru once

Your relationship with Shoko is considered perfect. You rarely fight, you always know how to compromise, and you never let your individuality come between the two of you. You always have each other’s back despite having different opinions. But there’s always been a craving that you can’t quite scratch.

​You wanted a cock.

Sure, Shoko can satisfy you but you wanted the weight of a man, the heat that a toy simply couldn't replicate, and the friction that came with the real thing.

Just like the one Suguru—Shoko’s ex-boyfriend—has.

The way his cock twitched the second your gloved fingers made contact was etched into your brain. The smooth, velvet texture of his skin. Cock growing semi-hard in your grip, tip turning into a deep, bruised pink, his slit weeping just a tiny bit of pre-cum that made your gloves slide against him. Hyper-aware that this man had once been Shoko’s. He had been inside her, had filled the very spaces you now claimed as yours.

And God, did you want him to do the same to you.

You sat down by your office, head thrown against the swivel chair as the door creaked open.

“Hard day?” Shoko asked, leaning against the doorframe. She looked effortless, a half-smile playing on her lips as she watched you spin slowly in your chair.

“Just thinking," you muttered, closing your eyes.

“About work? Or about the client from this morning?”

You opened one eye. Shoko was observant—it was one of the things you loved and feared about her. She knew your body better than anyone.

“Shoko,” you started, your voice dropping an octave. You sat up, wringing your hands together. “We’re good, right? Like, perfectly fine. I love what we have.”

She walked over, standing behind you and resting her hands on your shoulders. Her touch was cool, grounding. “I know you do. But I also know when you’re holding something back. Did Suguru say something that made you uncomfortable?”

“No, oh gosh no, he’s fine. Perfect.” you quickly said.

“Then… what's the problem?”

You let out a shaky breath. There was no point in lying to her. “I want to try something. Something we can’t do with… what we have in the bedside drawer.”

The room went quiet for a heartbeat. You expected tension, maybe a flicker of insecurity, but Shoko just squeezed your shoulders.

“You want a cock,” she stated plainly. “is that it?”

“I feel like a traitor for even thinking about it,” you confessed, looking up at her. “I don't want a relationship with a man. I don't want to leave you. I just... I can't stop thinking about it.”

Shoko tilted your head back, looking down into your eyes. Her pupils were slightly dilated, a predatory glint appearing in her gaze that you didn't see often.

“Why would you be a traitor?” she whispered. “I’ve been with men, and it's only fair that you satisfy that craving of yours. And honestly? I think I’d enjoy watching you take it.”

“What?” you asked, the word barely a breath.

​“Don’t worry your pretty head about it,” she said, her voice smooth and final. She leaned down, kissing your forehead with a reverence that rivaled her respect for her medical profession. “I’ll take care of everything. Just trust me.”

​Weeks passed, and the conversation seemed to evaporate into the background of your busy lives. Shoko didn’t bring it up again, and you, feeling a mix of relief and lingering embarrassment, convinced yourself it was just a fleeting curiosity. You settled back into your routine, deciding that the life you had with Shoko was more than enough.

​Right, it was just curiosity.

​Nothing else.

​So then why are you pulsating?

​​“So,” Suguru started, placing the penne pasta on the table. He’d cooked and arranged everything while Shoko and you—mostly you watch him move around the comfort of his own home. “how are you doing? I feel like it's been way too long since we last saw each other.”

​Suguru sat down, finally prying the apron off his waist.

​“Yeah,” you replied, voice flat as you tried to hide the fact that you are buzzing right now, trying your best to focus on anything else, but all you could think about was the friction of your own underwear against your skin.

“Is the food not to your liking?” Suguru asked. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table as he laced his fingers together. The movement pulled his shirt taut across his shoulders, and you couldn't help but notice the way his dark hair fell over his eyes. “Shoko mentioned you liked it spicy.”

“It's fine, Suguru. Thank you,” you managed to say, though your throat felt like it was closing up.

But before Suguru could even let out an irresistible chuckle, the front door slammed open, the sound echoing through the apartment and gathering everyone's attention.

“I’m home!” Satoru’s voice preceded him, loud and grating as usual. He kicked his shoes off without a care, tossing his coat onto a nearby armchair before rounding the corner into the dining room.

Satoru was Shoko and Suguru's friend, who also happened to be Suguru's boyfriend for two years. He was the complete opposite of Shoko and Suguru. While the two of them were calm and collected, Satoru was a menace, a total blabbermouth, and basically downright annoying.

He was annoying enough that you usually declined every invite when he was involved. Unfortunately, tonight, you didn't have a choice as Shoko had practically dragged you here, insisting that a "quiet dinner with friends" was exactly what you needed for your birthday.

The second Satoru’s eyes landed on you, his obnoxious grin shifted into something sharper—a smirk that felt like it was peeling the clothes right off your body.

“Well, well,” Satoru chirped, walking straight toward the table. He didn't go to his boyfriend or his best friend; he stopped right behind your chair. “Birthday girl actually showed up.”

He leaned over, his chest pressing against your shoulder as he reached for a piece of bread from the center of the table. You could smell his cologne—something expensive and overwhelming—and the heat radiating off him only made your current state worse.

Suguru smirks at the sight because you see, Suguru Geto had a special inkling to you since that day at the piercing shop. He remembered how your eyes looked like while you were staring at his cock, how your hands felt against his skin despite the gloves. Your kissable lips, waving at him as if inviting him to have a taste but since he was already in a relationship at that time he can't really do anything about you. But when Shoko called him, Suguru knew he could finally satisfy the craving you’d evoked in him.

Now, the problem is how to get his beloved lover on board. Suguru and Shoko had a lot of ideas, so many ideas that are wasted all because of the fact that Satoru’s heart did a backflip when you told him to fuck off the first time you met him. It's ridiculous really, since Satoru, himself, doesn't even know that he's actually interested in you.

But Suguru saw how Satoru would be more annoying if you're there. Shoko could practically feel Satoru undressing you in his mind every time you rolled your eyes. Both of them could taste how fast Satoru would fold to the idea, and he did not disappoint because once Shoko told him about your curious craving, Satoru was vibrating, cock tenting his slacks faster than he could even register it.

Satoru stayed hovering over you, the heat from his body making the back of your neck damp. He took a slow bite of the bread, his blue eyes never leaving yours.

“What’s the matter?” Satoru asked, his voice dropping into a lower, more dangerous register. “Cat got your tongue?”

You gripped the edge of your seat, your knuckles turning white. You looked toward Shoko, pleading for her to say something, but she was just sipping her wine, watching the scene play out with an unbothered expression.

Satoru’s hands, massive and warm, slid under your armpits and hoisted you out of your chair as if you weighed nothing. You let out a small gasp, your feet dangling for a second before he set you down right at the table, face inches closer to yours, you could practically taste him.

“What are you doing?” you breathe out.

“Giving you my gift,” Satoru answered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated right through your chest.

Satoru then turned to Shoko, eyes burning at hers as if he was begging for permission. Shoko didn't give him a verbal answer but the way she leaned back and crossed her legs, eyes tracking every inch of your trembling frame, was all the permission Satoru needed.

Satoru immediately lunged forward, his mouth crashing against yours messily. It was a sloppy kiss—all tongue and teeth—as if he couldn't decide whether he wanted to eat you or just ruin your lipstick. He was breathing heavily, his nose bumping against yours while his hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises tomorrow. He was teasing you, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging just enough to make you whine, but there was no rhythm to it. It was just Satoru being his usual, chaotic self.

The lack of finesse snapped something inside you.

You shoved your hands against his chest, pushing him back with enough force that he actually stumbled. The room went dead silent. Suguru’s smirk widened, and Shoko’s eyebrows shot up.

Before Satoru could crack a joke or act offended, you reached toward him and delivered a sharp slap across his cheek.

Satoru’s head snapped to the side, his white hair falling over his eyes. He stayed like that for a heartbeat, the red mark of your hand blooming against his pale skin.

“If you’re gonna kiss me,” you hissed, your voice steady despite the way your heart was thundering, “at least do it better. That was pathetic.”

Satoru didn't move. Then, slowly, a low, guttural chuckle vibrated in his throat. He turned his head back to face you, and the look in his eyes was no longer just excitement—it was pure, unadulterated hunger.

​He licked his lips, tasting the stray smudge of your gloss. “Pathetic, huh?”

“My, my, the curious girl has claws,” Suguru said, his voice a low, smooth contrast to Satoru's.

You turned to look at him, but the sight made your breath hitch. Suguru had pulled Shoko into his lap, his large hands anchoring her hips, while Shoko wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his dark hair as they moved against each other. His lips sucking on her smooth skin, leaving purplish marks.

Satoru grabbed your jaw before you could say anything, hands harsh and yet soft on you. “Eyes on me,sweetheart,” he says, voice dark and hungrier. “You’ll get a taste of them later.”

Satoru didn’t wait for you to agree. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your skirt and yanked you flush against him, his cock—rock hard and straining against his slacks—pressing right into your heat. You let out a shaky breath, your hands instinctively grabbing his biceps like it would save your sanity.

“Guess I’ll have to be thorough,” Satoru whispered, his teeth grazing your earlobe, “since you're so hard to please.”

He spun you around, shoving your chest down onto the table until your cheek pressed against the cool wood, the shift in perspective was dizzying; from here, you could see Shoko’s head thrown back, her throat bared as Suguru’s mouth worked over her skin, hands disappearing inside her button up.

“Thorough,” Satoru repeated, the word sounding like a threat. He was behind you now, his large frame acting like a weighted blanket that pinned you down. You felt his hands reach for the hem of your skirt, impatiently bunching the fabric up.

You expected him to be annoying—to crack a joke or talk your ear off—but he was silent, his breathing heavy and ragged in your ear. When his hands finally made contact with your bare thighs, you jumped. His skin was scorching, heavy, and rough. He didn't waste time with gentle caresses. His fingers dove straight for the edge of your underwear, hooking into the lace and pulling it aside just enough to let his thumb find your center.

You let out a sharp, broken gasp as he started to rub, his movements as chaotic and intense as his personality. Teasing but also demanding.

“You like that?” he jeered, leaning down, biting into the muscle where your neck met your shoulder, marking you just as Suguru was marking Shoko.

You couldn't answer, how can you when you're too busy trying to keep your knees from buckling?

Satoru didn’t care that you were silent because your body was doing all the talking for you. Every time his thumb hitched over your clit, your hips jerked against the table, sending the silverware rattling.

“Nothing to say now?” Satoru taunted, his voice vibrating against your spine. He reached around with his other hand, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back just enough so you look at him. “What? Say something.”

“Fuck you,” you choked out, though it sounded more like a plea than an insult.

Satoru’s laugh was dark, almost manic. “That’s the plan, sweetheart.”

You let out a loud moan as Satoru pushed two fingers inside you, immediately curling them inside of you. “So fucking tight,” Satoru hissed, his voice cracking. He sounded like he was in physical pain just being near you. “What is Shoko even doin’ with this? Is she just starin’ at it? No wonder you wanted a cock.”

“Sh—shut up.” you managed to choke out, your fingers digging into the wood of the table so hard your nails felt like they might snap.

Satoru didn’t listen. He never did. He shoved a third finger in, stretching you until you felt like you were going to break. You bit your lip so hard you tasted copper, your eyes blurring as you looked across the table.

“Make me,” he challenged, his voice thick and rough. He started to pump his fingers, finding a rhythm that was hitting a spot you didn't even know about.

“Ah—! Satoru, please—” The moan escaped you before you could catch it, a broken, high-pitched sound that seemed to fuel him.

“Please what? More?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He pulled his fingers out with a wet schlick sound, only to shove them back in deeper. 

“Nngh!” You arched your back, your chest lifting off the table for a second before he slammed his weight back down on you.

“You’re so loud,” he whispered, though he sounded like he loved it. He was moving faster now, his fingers working you into a mess. “This better than the pathetic kiss? Mhm?”

“Yes—haaa—yes, just… don’t stop!” you screamed, your hips bucking back, practically impaling yourself on Satoru’s fingers.

“I told you she was a screamer.” Shoko breathed from across the table, her voice airy and satisfied.

​“Yeah? Let's see if she's a sucker too, what'd you say, Suguru?” Satoru asked

You met Suguru's gaze as he approached you, his dark eyes hooded and dangerous. He was jerking his thick, pierced cock in his hand, the steel ring waving at you with every stroke. He reached out, cupping your jaw.

“Let’s put that loud mouth to use,” Suguru murmured, his thumb brushing over your swollen lower lip, lightly tapping the head of his cock against your cheek, the deep pink tip leaving smears of pre-cum on your skin. The cold metal of the ring stung and teased at the same time, making you whine into his palm. “Stick your tongue out for me, angel.”

You obeyed, your tongue trembling as you poked it out. Suguru let out a dark chuckle, guiding himself into your mouth with a slow shove.

“Mmph—hnnn!” Your eyes rolled back as you took him in, the thickness of him stretching your jaw, eyes watering because of how deep he was going.

You felt another pair of hands gripping your thighs with Shoko sitting on the floor between your legs, right next to Satoru.

“Don’t mind if I join, do you?” Shoko whispered, her breath hot against your inner thigh.

“Shit, angel.” Suguru grunted, his hips snapping forward as you sucked him harder, his piercing hitting your uvula in a way that made your head swim.

Your body was a battlefield of sensations. Every time Satoru’s fingers curled, Shoko sucked harder, and Suguru thrust deeper into your throat, his hand tangled in your hair to keep you steady.

“NNGH—MMMPH!” Your body stiffened, a massive wave of pleasure crashing over you so hard you nearly blacked out. You clamped down on Suguru’s cock, your throat muscles spasming around him as you came, your juices soaking Shoko’s face and Satoru’s hand.

“Check that out,” Satoru panted, his fingers still buried deep inside you, feeling the aftershocks of your climax. “she’s also a squirter.”

“Lucky me, right?” Shoko asked, smirking as she gave your cunt one last smooch before Suguru hauled you onto his lap.

“Whatever you say, doc.” Suguru says, guiding his own cock and lining it up against your entrance.

You let out a broken whine, “Nngh—S-Suguru…” your hands clutching his shoulders as you lowered yourself. He was so much thicker than the toys you used with Shoko. You felt your walls stretch to the limit, like a virgin hole being popped for the first time.

“Haaa—ah! Too big—Suguru, wait!” you gasped, your eyes blowing wide as you took him in inch by inch.

“You’re doing so good, angel. Just take it,” he encouraged, his hands gripping your hips to help guide you down. He didn't move, letting you set the pace as you bottomed out on him.

“Look at her, Shoko,” Suguru says, his hands digging into your ass as he starts to thrust upward, meeting your downward movements. “Look how well she’s taking me.”

You arched your back, your head falling onto Suguru’s shoulder as he pounded into you. Plap. Plap. Plap. Every thrust sent the piercing biting into your walls, dragging along the sensitive tissue inside of you.

“Agh—hnn—Suguru! Shit! Right there—haaa!” You sob, the pleasure too much to handle. You looked over at Shoko, who turned her head back to wink at you, her face flushed and her hair a mess as Satoru bucked up into her.

“Having a good—nngh—birthday?” Shoko managed to ask, her voice breaking as Satoru hit her sweet spot.

You nodded, mouth busy with moaning as your muscles clamp down on Suguru’s cock so hard he let out a strangled groan.

Suguru’s pace became wild, his calm demeanor completely gone. He was growling, his teeth sinking into the skin of your shoulder to keep himself from coming too soon. “God, you’re so—fuck—so tight!”

He flipped you over suddenly, pinning your chest to the table while still buried deep inside you. He began to hammer into you, the sound of his balls hitting your skin was the only thing you could hear. Slap. Slap. Slap. “Ngh—haaa! Suguru! Cum—cumming—!”

“Take it, angel. Take all of it,” Suguru hissed, voice cracking as he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt, hips locking against your ass as he finally snapped. You felt the heat of his cum hitting your cervix, wave after wave of it filling you up until it started to leak out and smear against your thighs.

“HNNGH—FU—UCK!” Suguru growled, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder blade as he pulsed inside you.

You were limp, a complete mess, your skin flushed and slick with a mixture of sweat and Suguru’s cum, but Satoru didn't care. Not when his cock hurts so much as if screaming at him to get inside of you.

​“Not done yet, sweetheart,” Satoru panted. He looked even more unhinged than before, his white hair damp with sweat and his blue eyes blown wide. He stood between your legs, and for the first time, you saw his cock in full.

Where Suguru was all girth and heaviness, Satoru was long—intimidatingly so—and thick with protruding veins that looked like they were pulsing with his heartbeat. “It’ll be unfair if you don't take me, right?”

He grabbed your ankles, shoving your knees toward your chest until you were completely open. He lined himself up, the tip of his length—veiny and leaking—dragging across your swollen entrance.

“AGH—HAAA! S-Satoru! Too deep—nngh!” Your head thrashed against the table, the cool wood providing no comfort as he bottomed out.

“Fuck, you’re so—haaa—so perfect,” Satoru whimpered, his voice cracking.

The sound of his pelvis hitting your ass was wet and heavy, especially with Suguru’s cum still acting as a lubricant.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

Suguru stepped up behind his boyfriend, his large hands reaching around to grip Satoru’s hips, anchoring him. You watched, wide-eyed and gasping, as Suguru lined himself up with Satoru’s rear. With a low grunt, Suguru shoved his cock into Satoru, who took Suguru’s girth with a pained, needy groan, his own cock twitching inside you as a result of the dual pressure.

Satoru let out a sob-like moan, “Haaa—fuck—yes! Yes, Suguru!” He began to thrust into you again, but it was different now—every time Suguru thrust into Satoru, his cock would twitch and swell inside you, making your cunt drool even more.

Shoko on the other hand, crawled onto the table to meet your eye level. She looked wrecked, her lipstick smeared and her chest heaving. She didn't say a word, just grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, aligning herself onto your mouth.

And with your hands trapped above your head by Shoko, you had no choice but to open your mouth, your tongue immediately darting out to lick at her dripping folds. She was so wet, the taste of her mixed with the lingering saltiness of Satoru’s cum on her skin.

“Mmph—hnnn!” you moaned into her, your tongue working in desperate swipes as Satoru’s long, veiny cock rammed against your insides over and over.

“Fucking chokin’ my dick, sweetheart!” Satoru panted, his voice a ragged mess of a sound as your walls spasmed around his length, milking him for all his worth.

Skin slapping, moans, and groans were heard as you all tried to reach for your orgasm.

“Mmph! H-Haa—!” Shoko cried out into your mouth, her hips grinding against your face as your tongue flicked over her clit. She was trembling, her entire body wound tight as she looked down at the three of you. “She's gonna cum again,”

“Nngh—HAAAAAAAA!” You screamed as a massive wave of pleasure exploded from your center. Your body arched violently, a fountain of your own juices spraying out from around Satoru’s cock, soaking the table and the floor. You were squirting so hard your entire frame shook, the release so intense it felt like you were falling through the floor.

“S-Satoru—!” you sobbed, but he was already gone.

Satoru’s hips locked tight against yours as he snapped, his head throwing back. You felt the hot, thick jets of his cum hitting your womb, filling you to the brim. “NNGH—GOD—HAAA!” He pulsed inside you, his cock twitching rhythmically as he unloaded everything into you, mixing his seed with the puddle of Suguru’s that was left there.

Behind him, Suguru let out a strangled groan, his own release hitting Satoru’s depths, while Shoko collapsed onto your chest, her own climax leaving her limp and gasping for air.

“Happy birthday, pretty baby,” Shoko whispered, her eyes soft and full of love.

“Thank you,” you rasped, barely able to find your breath as the weight of the three of them settled around you.

“Yeah, happy birthday,” Satoru panted, leaning down to press a soft, uncharacteristically sweet kiss to your forehead.

Suguru reached over, stroking your damp hair away from your face with a tender smile. “Happy birthday, angel. Hope you got everything you wanted.”

“I do now.”

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pornstar!gojo who very much lacks class, eyeing the camera a liiittlee bit more than he needs to when he's filming a scene with you.

pornstar!gojo who goes off script almost every time he gets you as his co-star. i mean, adding in extra groans, nails digging into your ass a little tighter than what's written.

pornstar!gojo who loves talking with you outside of filming, because he genuinely thinks that you're really cool and nice to be around.

pornstar!gojo that fights his orgasm early on because you're way too tight for his overwhelmingly large cock to be around.

pornstar!gojo who has a pornhub account just to watch you get fucked by other actors, comparing it to his own experience with you.

pornstar!gojo that helps you calm down after every scene, playing your favorite music and breathing with you lots.

pornstar!gojo that actually fucks you on camera. it's not anything fake like the other co-stars he has. it's raw. literally.

pornstar!gojo who's favorite positions are face sitting and missionary.

pornstar!gojo who's eyes look prettier glazed over once you've successfully made him cum.

pornstar!gojo who adores the taste of your pussy, lapping up every trace of wetness he can find with his damp tongue.

pornstar!gojo who loves when you run your fingers down his back, goosebumps leaving in it's wake.

pornstar!gojo who secretly strokes his dick to you late at night but won't tell a soul.

pornstar!gojo who will practically read your soul as mascara runs down your cheeks, staring deep into your eyes.

pornstar!gojo who knows when you're about to cum.

pornstar!gojo who loves you more than the porn you both make, but doesn't know how to tell you.

frat!kuna who secretly loves being pampered but would neverrrrr admit it. hard and cocky around his frat bros, but with you, he melts. even just a soft touch or a headband holding his hair back makes him clingy and quiet.

frat!kuna who believes skincare days are his favorite thing to do with you. he’ll let you clean his face, put on masks, and massage moisturiser into his skin. the little gestures make his ears go red and whine about how it’s cold, even if he acts like he’s “above it” in public.

frat!kuna who’s used to it. he trusts you completely. he doesn’t question your hands on his skin, the way you lean into him while applying the products, or the way you think he looks so cute when he relaxes.

frat!kuna who lowkey gets clingy afterwards. once the skincare is done, he’ll stay wrapped around you, hands moving from your back down to your ass as you lay on his broad chest.

frat!kuna who’d never tell his frat bros about what happens on days like these when you come over, especially not frat!jo. who does make fun of him for having such glowy skin whenever he comes back from your sorority house.

It’s one of those slow sunday evenings. the snow falls softly outside, and inside your sorority room it’s warm and quiet. kuna’s sprawled on your bed in sweatpants and shirtless, messy short cut hair, looking half asleep,but when you hold up the cute headband, he gives you an annoyed stare but obediently lets you push it back over his ears.

he fucking hates that cute headband.

“mm…you always do this,” he murmurs softly, voice low and rough, but there’s no bite today, just warmth and trust. you giggle, holding the cleanser in your hands. “I know, and you love it,” you tease gently. he grunts softly, leaning into your touch as you start massaging the foam into his cheeks, eyes fluttering closed. “shut up…only allowing this because it’s you,” he admits, the usual fratboy arrogance replaced by something tender.

you lean over him, brushing his stray hairs back, humming softly as you work. every so often, he catches your hand and holds it to his lips, giving your fingers a sweet kiss before setting them down and closing his eyes. by the end of the routine, he’s quiet, still, soft. head on your pillow as you smooth the moisturizer into his skin. his hand softly rubs up and down your thigh, barely above a whisper, “your so lucky to have me.”

and you know, he’s never saying it in public, never admitting it to anyone else, but in this little bubble, he’s yours completely

you perch up, “wait shouldn’t it be the other way around..?”

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ꨄ--The room was dim, only the faint blue glow from the cracked window and the streetlights outside cutting through the shadows. Toji’s back was against the headboard, legs spread wide, that lazy, dangerous smirk already tugging at his lips even before you climbed on top of him.

You straddled his hips, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his thick thighs. His hands resting on your waist. His cock heavy and flushed between you, already slick from the way you’d teased him with your mouth earlier.

You lined him up, letting just the head nudge inside before you sank down in one smooth, greedy drop. forcing a sharp little gasp out of you. Toji’s breath hitched too, eyelids fluttering for half a second before that cocky smirk snapped back into place.

“Fuck… there she is,” he drawled. “Thought you were gonna make me beg for it tonight.”

Your hips rolled once then twice, setting a rhythm that had his abs tightening under your palms. His hands flexed on your waist like he was fighting the urge to flip you under him and fuck up into you the way he usually did.

You leaned forward, breasts brushing his chest, and wrapped both hands around his throat.

Fingers digging into the sides of his neck, thumbs pressing just under his jaw. You felt the jump of his pulse, his dick jumping with it.

Toji’s eyes snapped to yours blown-out, pupils swallowing green.

“Shit,” he rasped, voice thinner now, strained around your hold. “Didn’t know you had it in you, baby.”

Your grip got tighter before bouncing your ass against his hips. His head tipped back against the wood with a dull thunk. A low, broken groan tore out of him, His hips jerked up involuntarily, driving into your cunt faster.

Every roll of your hips shoved him further inside, clit grinding against his pelvis on every downstroke. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, the noises were obscene. His hands finally moved gripping your ass pushing you down against his pelvis.

Your thumbs pressed deeper into the soft hollow under his jaw. His short, choked little sounds every time you squeezed. His cock twitched violently inside you.

“Harder,” he managed, voice wrecked. “Fuck—harder.”

Palm flat against his throat now, leaning your weight forward so he really felt it. His eyes rolled back for a second, mouth falling open, a low, animal whine slipping out before he caught himself.

“Goddamn… yeah—just like that—choke me while you fuck yourself on it—”

His words slurred at the edges, cock throbbing so hard you could feel every ridge dragging inside you. You clenched around him on purpose, felt him shudder under you.

Toji’s hands slid up your back, nails biting in, then back down to grip your hips again helping you slam down now, brutal, desperate.

“Gonna—fuck—gonna come so hard if you keep—” His voice cut off when you tightened your grip again, cutting the words into a strangled moan.

His thighs shook.

Head thrown back, throat working under your hand, pulse hammering against your palm—he came with a choked, guttural sound that almost sounded like your name. Hot, thick pulses inside you, hips snapping up erratically, riding it out while you kept riding him, kept squeezing, milking every shuddering wave until he was trembling beneath you.

He blinked slow, dazed, lips parted, cheeks flushed.

“Next time,” he panted, voice hoarse, wrecked, “you’re gonna have to try a belt.”

“Think you can make me pass out, pretty girl?”

You squeezed once more—just to watch his eyes flutter.

contains: mild stress on reader's part. satoru #needsthat

wc: 170

no.

this couldn't be possible.

you were always careful. you made sure he used protection, made sure to stay consistent with your pill, made sure he always pulled out.

but the three positive tests staring you in the face seem to be taunting you.

careful, you can almost hear it say. but not careful enough.

you’re pregnant. in your second year of college.

by the biggest idiot you know, no less.

fuck.

you don’t think you can call him. but you can’t keep this from him, either.

it’s that conclusion that leads you to the present. sitting on a couch that probably costs twice as much as your rent, and wringing your sweaty hands while your stomach churns.

it could be the anxiety inducing situation. or, it could be morning sickness.

“pregnant,” he repeats, for what could be the sixth or seventh time. “like…you’re sure?”

you wordlessly gesture to the tests. irrefutable pink lines that seal your fate

“shit,” satoru hisses. “well, uh…guess you’ve gotta move in, now. right?”

“...what?”

IF I DIDN'T LOVE YOU

· pairing ex!gojo x f!reader · synopsis you and satoru were the perfect couple, save for one little detail – he was moving back home, and taking you with him was not in the plans · wc 5.5k · content mdni!, angst, smut, post-break up, hurt, comfort, break up talk, reunion, exes to lovers to whatever this is, anxiety, a lot of crying, arguments, kissing, body worship, piv sex, praise, aftercare, reader wonders about other women, endless toxic cycle, this is really bleak, sad ending · a/n my very late entry to @sweethearticism brutal bakery event <3

How long had it been again?

Five months? Six?

Six months since the love of your life told you he was leaving. Told you he was moving home in a couple months and that's why he had to end it – not because he didn't love you, but because he loved you too much.

Because spending the remainder of his time here with you would just multiply the pain that came later when he eventually left. Because you had a whole life that you couldn't give up just like that; and he had a name to uphold and a new path to lead, one that was too cold and cruel for him to allow you any part in.

It was his responsability, Satoru had explained.

What a sad excuse that was, you had scoffed then.

Hoping it was all a joke, just some dramatic spell he would come out of eventually – until the day came where he wouldn't answer your calls anymore.

And two months later, you had to find out from Suguru that he really was gone.

Just hopped on a plane and moved away to fulfill the wishes of a family he wasn't even proud of.

Would things have been different if you were born to an important name like him?

What else did you think would happen – dating the heir to the Gojo clan?

choso absolutely loooves putting all his weight on you whenever you two fuck.

you notice it every single time, no matter the position— he just can’t help himself. he needs to feel you completely pinned under him, to feel your smaller body squirming and completely helpless as he fucked you stupid. it gets him off.

missionary turns into him caging you with those thick arms, your legs locked tight around his waist while he drives so deep the headboard rattles. he will bury his face into the crook of your neck, moaning broken little sounds against your skin as he fuck into you.

doggy always has you collapsed on the bed. at first he has you on your hands and knees and then he’s pushing you down the sheets so he could mount and pound you harder. his massive beefy frame pressing against your back until your chest flattens to the mattress, arms giving out, cheek smushed into the sheets. you can hardly pull in a full breath in that position but you don’t even care because the angle lets him hammer right against your spot and has you seeing stars behind your eyelids.

and right now? right now he’s got you exactly how he wants.

you’re flat on your stomach, legs spread just enough for him to fit between them. all 200-something pounds of pure muscle presses you down into the bed like he’s trying to fuse you to the mattress. one of his thick bicep snakes around your throat— not to choke, just to squeeze it, keeping your head tilted so he can watch your dazed little expressions from the side. his other hand gripping the fat of your hip hard enough to bruise while he rides your ass in slow, punishing rolls.

his cock is so stupidly big it still stretches you even after hours of this. every time he bottoms out you swear you could feel that blunt head of his cock kiss your poor cervix. bumping it, bullying it until your toes curl and little helpless whimpers spill out from your slack mouth.

your pussy is an absolute creamy mess— frothy white rings painted all over his fat shaft, clinging to the thick veins, dripping down his heavy balls, smearing across your inner thighs and soaking the sheets underneath. the wet squelching of your wet cunt getting fucked is so loud, louder than your shaky moans.

“haahh— chooo… s’too much… can’t—” your voice cracks, slurred and pathetic.

“i know baby, i know,” he pants against the shell of your ear, voice all soft and sweet even while his hips keep snapping forward with enough force to jolt your whole body. “you’re doing so good f’me… just a little more yeah? can you gimme a little more?”

you try to nod but his arm around your throat makes it hard. all you manage is a tiny, dumb “mhm…”

he groans like you just said the sweetest thing in the world. “f-fuck… this pussy’s too good, baby.. love this pussy so much. could stay inside you forever.” he gives another sloppy thrust, making you gush around him. “mmh look at her creamin’ on me again… so pretty when you cream like that.”

your brain is soup. just cock and heat and the heavy delicious press of him crushing you. drool slips from the corner of your mouth, pooling on the sheet. you’re overstimulated, pussy sore and swollen and still fluttering around him like it’s begging for more even though you’re shaking.

he presses the softest kisses to your temple and on the sweaty side of your face while he absolutely rearranges your guts. the contrast makes your head spin— his words so gentle but his cock so mean.

“g’nna fill you up again mkay? gonna stuff this little cunt full,” he murmurs, his hips losing rhythm. “you want that? want me to breed you nice n deep?”

“yesyesyes please—” you sob it out, voice high and wrecked.

he swears under his breath, slams home one last time and cums so hard you feel every thick pulse. hot ropes flooding you, so much it spills out around his cock even while he’s still buried to the hilt. your walls milking him so greedily, sucking him in like they don’t want to let a single drop escape.

he stays like that for long seconds, his breathing ragged, kissing your damp hair, whispering “good girl… such a good girl for me…” while his cock twitches inside your overfilled pussy.

and then he pulls out slowly, the sudden emptiness making you whine, already missing the stretch of him.

thick pearly cum immediately leaks out from your used hole, dribbling down your slit, pooling under you and to the sheets.

choso watches it with dark hungry eyes. “can’t have that,” he mumbles, almost to himself.

he scoops a big hand under your hips, tilts you up just enough, and without warning— feeds his still-hard cock right back inside. the wet glide is delicious, pushing every drop of his cum deeper, forcing it against your sore walls.

“choso—!” you gasp, your legs trembling and kicking uselessly.

“shh shh, just stay still f’me,” he soothes, already starting those slow heavy thrusts again. “gonna keep you nice and full… can’t stop yet. feels too good, baby”

then he starts to fuck his own cum back into you like he’s trying to carve his shape into your pussy forever— like he can’t live without feeling it. (he can’t </3)

“Seriously? He never made you cum?”

Geto Suguru has a penchant for making you squirm under his steady gaze, which you’ve had the misfortune of picking up over the years as one of his best friends.

He enjoys reminding you from time to time that even though things have been strictly platonic, save for when he taught you how to tongue kiss behind the bleachers of his high school basketball practice or grabbed your ass at a party once to avoid his ex, that he has a slight hold over you.

Weakly, you elbow him in the side, shuffling on his sheets and hiding your face in your palms as if they could shield you from inwardly cringing. “You don’t have to verbalize it,” you groan, the possibility of scraping your face off a better fate than to endure his cruel teasing. “It’s embarrassing enough living through it.”

His palms fall backward on the mattress, eyeing your hunched form through slitted plum eyes, a quirk playing on his lips. Then, he shrugs, brushing your hair past your shoulder and leaning forward. “There’s no shame in it for you. He just didn’t know how to take care of what he had.”

Vexed, you push air through your nose, pawing his hands off and collapsing backwards. The heartbreak from your previous relationship lingered in the ways that most don’t—a devastating sexual frustration. Yeah, you loved him. But his inability and negligence in satisfying you night after night balled up into a resentful breaking point.

And you’re still needy after all this time.

satoru’s got you tucked against his chest in the dark bedroom, legs tangled, your face buried in the crook of his neck while fat tears keep slipping down your cheeks. you’re still sniffling from earlier—some stupid little thing that set you off—and now you’re all shaky and needy, clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely.

“shh baby,” he whispers, voice soft and low, lips brushing your temple. one arm’s wrapped tight around your waist, the other hand guiding his thick cock right up against your entrance. he’s already leaking, smearing precum over your folds, but he doesn’t rush. just presses the fat head in slow, inch by inch, stretching your warm wet walls until you whimper into his skin.

“there we go… take it all for me. yeah, just like that.” he sinks deeper, groaning quietly when your cunt flutters and sucks him in greedily. you’re so full it aches in the best way, that heavy stretch making fresh tears pool in your lashes. he bottoms out with a soft grunt, balls pressed snug to your ass, and stays perfectly still for a second so you can feel every throbbing vein, every pulse of him inside you.

your hips twitch, trying to grind, but he holds you firm. “no moving, crybaby. just keep me warm. let me stuff this pretty pussy full so you can sleep.”

you whine, high and pitiful, nails digging into his shoulders. “satoru… ‘s too much… feels so deep…”

“i know, sweet girl. i know.” he kisses the corner of your eye, licking away a tear. “but you need it, don’t you? need me stretching you open till you stop crying and drift off.”

he rocks just the tiniest bit—barely an inch in and out—enough to make you gasp and clench hard around him, but not enough to build anything. just gentle, soothing rolls that keep you stuffed and full and fuzzy-headed. his hand slides down to cup your ass, keeping you pinned so you can’t squirm away even if you wanted to.

“good girl… feel how thick i am? splitting you so wide. gonna stay like this all night. my cock’s your pacifier tonight, yeah? suck on it with that greedy little cunt till you pass out.”

your sobs turn softer, breathier, turning into sleepy hiccups as the fullness lulls you. every time you start to tense he gives another slow grind, stirring his cock inside you until your eyes flutter and your grip on him loosens.

“that’s it… cry all you want, baby. i’ve got you. stuffed so full you can’t think about anything else.” he presses a kiss to your wet cheek, voice dropping even lower. “sleep now. i’m not going anywhere. be a good girl and let go.”

Your husband has you folded in half beneath him, your knees spread apart in a mean mating press. He was practically caging you in with his bigger body. His thrust were deep—heavy

it was driving you crazy.

You couldn't help it—your body couldn't contain the shameful cries that left your lips. "Fuckk..ken-ahh—you're so deep" You whimpered, earning a groan from him. Kento wasn't usually this rough—or mean for that matter, during sex.

Today was different. He was thrusting in to you with need—like he had something to prove. Kento's thoughts were all over the place..he could only imagine how gorgeous you'd look with fuller breasts and a round belly. You'd be such an amazing mother.

he couldn't think straight anymore, not when your pussy fluttered around his cock like that.like his cock belonged to you, as if you needed him

"Sweetheart, you feel so good.."with those words, he pulled up slowly, making sure to drag himself against your soft walls. He came back down with a hard slam, his balls slapping against your skin.—the sound echoing through the walls.

"mmmhh—kennn come inside..please!" You huffed and your husband nearly froze. He could've sworn his ears were deceiving him. His hips stuttered against you as he pressed a steady kiss against your lips.

"Tell me to pull out—" he groaned against your neck softly, in contrast to where both your bodies met. You looked up at him with that fucked out look in your eyes and he knew it was over.

"No, please ken—I need it. 'need you" you whispered and your husband lost it completely.

NANAMI KENTO AS A BOYFRIEND

Imagine a man so perfectly punctual that he’s always five minutes early, as if he’s bending time just to honor your presence. He thinks your time is the most precious thing in the world—how quaint, right? But also… somehow swoon-worthy.

Even when his life is so busy, he’ll always make time for you. Need a ride somewhere? He’ll be waiting, sleeves rolled up just so, looking impossibly competent and slightly intimidating, ready to drive you anywhere, and perhaps judging your lack of knowledge about traffic laws. Honestly, he’s too proper for his own good.

And he’ll never, under any circumstances, let you go anywhere alone. Your bag? Off your shoulders. Your hands? Warm. Your feet? Safe from rocks, sand, he'd walk barefoot if it means you'll be comfortable. He won’t dictate your outfit, of course—he trusts you enough—but he’ll subtly… supervise in the sweetest way.

Nanami’s love is strange. He doesn’t get jealous, but he loves you with a quiet certainty. And if you ever argued, he wouldn’t yell—oh no—but would say his piece, retreat into a thoughtful silence, and make sure things are patched before sleep. You can almost hear the hum of calm discipline radiating from him.

He’d never cheat, ever. Especially not when… the smallest compliment from you—calling him “pretty”—makes him blush so hard. He also memorizes everything: your preferred blanket, the sugar in your tea, the perfect room temperature. Tiny details that only someone utterly devoted would notice.

And the rituals! Adjusting his necktie, checking his pockets before he leaves, it’s grounding for him, a small habit that tethers him to the world, and to you. He just loves you into pieces.

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ZENIN NAOYA AS A BOYFRIEND

Naoya exist solely at his convenience and on his timeline so when he decrees the time and location of the date, your only acceptable response is compliance. Punctuality isn't a courtesy; it's the expected reverence for his schedule.

He’d never drive you anywhere himself—please, he has far better things to do—but with a flick of his perfectly manicured fingers, an entire entourage materializes around you. A driver to escort you. A bodyguard to shadow your every step. A personal assistant to anticipate your breaths before you take them. All of those just so you never trouble him with the “mundane.”

He’ll critique your outfit with cool precision—almost like he’s adjusting a treasured painting—but the moment someone else dares to comment, even in passing, his tone shifts from biting to venomous. Naoya is the kind of man who would flay someone verbally for a single misplaced comment. Because in his warped sense of devotion, no one is allowed to insult his woman but him.

And heaven forbid someone looks at you the wrong way! Naoya’s the type to notice everything from across a crowded room, tilt his head just so, and silently decide that this unlucky stranger doesn’t deserve to see tomorrow. He’s petty like that. Vindictive and manipulative in a way that feels almost... inevitable. He’d wrap you so tightly in his influence that the idea of leaving him stops existing.

Arguments with him? He snaps, he bites, he lashes out with a temper sharp enough to cut—but never at you. Everyone else is fair game—brutally so—but you are untouchable, sacred, the single soft exception in his otherwise unforgiving universe.

Naoya spoils you until luxury becomes your baseline reality, pampering you from head to toe, front to back, inside and out because you are, quite literally, his favorite accessory. The most exquisite thing he owns.

He may be insufferable, but unfaithful? Never. He chose you, and that selection alone elevates you above the masses he deems unworthy. Why would he lower his standards, stain his reputation, or waste his time on anyone inferior to you—him? And if anyone dares to think they can take you, Naoya will simply eliminate the threat because you belong to him—and in his world that's the only beginning and the end of every story.

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