so every week, you know that after his match, you’ll be stuffed full and stretched by his cock. sae uses you as a relaxing toy while he pounces inside you and lets out animalistic sounds.

୨୧ one!

his legs spread, hand in your hair while you suck his thick cock under the table. your eyes are teary and your nails dig into his skin, but you’d do anything to make him happy.

feels so good having his throbbing dick inside you, swallowing around him which leads to a sudden jerk of his hips that ends up with him fucking your dirty mouth.

“can’t you have some fucking manners?” he growls, his call now muted as his manager speaks about his next campaigns. “you’re always so fucking eager” he pants, your throat clenching around him as you give him the head of his life. “keep going— be a good girl f’me” his big hand cups your cheek, fingers caressing your cheekbone as he feels his own dick against your skin.

you moan at the praise and he rolls his eyes in pleasure. before you can finally milk him, the door opens. you jolt and pull away, pretending to look for something under the table. he tucks himself back, growling, phone held between his ear and shoulder while he glares at the interruption — rin.

“isagi told me you’re talking with the manager, wanted to know if i have updates too.” he smiles softly, then arches his eyebrow. “what—?” you stand up, hand on his shoulder “my phone fell, it’s okay”. when you’re about to leave, you feel sae’s teal eyes locked in your form before he glares at his brother again.

୨୧ two!

japan has won their last match, winning asia’s cup. sae and his team are in a party, friends and partners of theirs in there too — of course, you’re next to your boyfriend.

kissing at the rhythm of the beat, britney spears singing about grinding and, indeed, you two are. his hands grope your butt, yours dig into his big biceps. his tongue is devouring you, his knee parting your legs as he presses it against your core. your hips sway, your panties and micro pants drenching at the friction.

“you’re so fucking hot” he pants against your mouth, heavily. those tiny short pants, cheetah print and glittery, leaving half your asscheeks out. you know how much he loves your butt, and he knows you’ve done it on purpose. you smile, nose brushing against his, “i know”

sae growls and dives back in, hands on your hips steadying you. you moan into his mouth when the friction gets heavier, when your pussy starts throbbing in need. when you’re about to leave to a restroom, a familiar face approaches with a light stick and two drinks.

“[name]! got this for ya!” rin yells, clearly drunk. you blink, but sae’s growled curses pull you out of the trance. you smile thankfully, “this is my favourite” and then rin drags you to dance because he thought you were talking about the song.

୨୧ three!

sae drags you into the locker room before he has to leave to warm up, all his teammates already on the field. he smiles before kissing you, “didn’t know you were coming” between stolen breaths.

“of course” you giggle, his hands roaming over your body, adoring you in that tight tank top that’s hugging you. he leans down to kiss your neck, his thumbs caressing right beneath your breasts under the fabric. “to distract me?” he whispers against skin, you grin while he kisses the exposed skin of your chest, “to cheer you, silly”

sae humms against you, pressing you closer, face buried between your tits. your hand caresses his red hair as you tilt your head back in pleasure.

“sae! the coach is looking for— oh” rin runs into the locker room, blinking when he watches you. you smile shyly and kiss sae briefly, a soft press of your lips against his. “sorry, was wishing him luck.. hope you guys win” you say softly as you pass by rin, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“i’m gonna kick you instead of the ball” sae growls lowly at his brother as they walk towards the field.

he stares at you, not caring about the chat when you come in to show him new lingerie. his viewers are drooling.

“y’all are so sweet” you giggle at the camera after reading what people says, letting nagi drag you until you’re on his lap. “and you’re so hot. don’t be humble” he mumbles, kissing your forehead. you blush, which only get worse when you see the chat asking for him to please you and only you. they want you, more than nagi’s hole.

he keeps talking about whatever he was as he massages your thighs, grinding himself against your barely covered core lazily. you hug his neck, joining the conversation and stuttering a bit when he rubs his fingers against your slit through the soaked fabric of your underwear.

“what if you use the dildo instead of my fingers, beautiful?” he whispers, caressing your back with his free hand. your pussy clenches around nothing at the single thought. you nod and excuse yourself to go for it, your mouth watering when you come back with the toy in hand. it’s huge, thick, even bigger than nagi’s cock — and that’s a lot. he palms his bulge before you straddle him again, taking the fake dick from your hands gently. “are you ready?” he whispers, pulling your panties to the side and fingering you slowly to check it by himself. you nod, nails digging into his shoulders in anticipation and he grins slightly before pushing the toy inside you.

your back arches, your toes curl and you can’t help but cry out a broken moan at the delicious stretch. he caresses your back, sighing a low damn at the arch. “sei—! too much” you whine, yet be keeps going. “it’s almost there, baby. you can take it. look, they’re loving it” the incoming donations didn’t stop, the chat couldn’t be read by the amount of comments per second.

when it finally bottoms out, you moan and hug nagi tightly. he kisses your forehead and pumps the toy in and out, making you squirm and whimper. you’re trembling thighs feel sore, and despite that, you jerk your hips to fuck yourself with the dildo, feeling each ridge on your walls. “look how good you’re taking it.. dirty slut”

your arousal reaches nagi’s hand holding it for you, and he grins. his free hand leaves your back to caress your clit, pinching it softly. you cry out his name loudly, feeling dizzy when he presses circles with his thumb and speeds up the pace, slamming the fake dick into you without mercy, harsh and deep. “baby ‘m so close” you hiccup, drooling on his shoulder as the pleasure starts to be too much for you to bear. he arches an eyebrow, his touch on your clit meaner “let go, beautiful. let them see you’re a slut who takes anyone’s cock, even plastic ones”

oh, and you do. your ecstasy wash over you both as your juice splashes all over him and even reaches the camera. he chuckles and fucks the soaked toy into you until you’re done with your spasms. “good, pretty, little thing” he says, pressing a soft peck against your swollen lips before showing the dildo to the camera. drops of your sweetness run over nagi’s forearm, the toy glistening and fully covered by you.

and the worst part? you loved being humiliated by nagi and fucked by a stupid fake dick on public.

megumi’s demon dogs have always loved you, even when they're tired after missions. oftentimes, they’ll run up to you with wagging tails, whining, and panting happily.

one night, you’re in the common room, sitting on the couch as you watch television, hair and skin still damp from the shower you took after a long mission. you begin to hear soft footsteps, though it sounds more like the demon dogs than people.

the dogs walk up and sit in front of you, tails thumping loudly against the ground.

“oh, hi!” you exclaim, scratching under their chins. the black dog leans into your palm, and the white one’s tail thumps faster against the ground. the white one almost becomes restless, paws tapping against the wood.

the white demon dog begins licking your hand, pausing in between to spin around excitedly. the black dog continues to receive chin scratches from you, pleased at your touch.

a voice speaks out, “hey, you two,” the dogs turn to look at megumi, “stop slobbering all over her,” he’s mostly referring to the white demon dog.

the white demon dog whines and lies its head on the couch, flushed against your thigh. its ears go down, though its tail doesn’t stop wagging. you pet the dog more, and it gently paws at your leg, wanting more pets.

the black demon dog woofs in complaint, softly growling at megumi, though with no aggression.

“it’s okay, megs,” you smile up at him.

he huffs, cheeks turning pinker. he finds it embarrassing how much his demon dogs love you, mirroring how he feels about you. unlike him, his demon dogs have no shame in showing their love and affection towards you.

“megumi, are you sure that keeping them out for this long isn’t making you tired?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed together.

he shakes his head no and sits next to you, pretending to watch whatever movie you were previously watching before the demon dogs came up to you.

“yeah, you’re good pups, aren’t you?” you mumble, and the demon dogs whine happily, you continue, “very well trained.”

you know well that they’re certainly not puppies, instead far from it. megumi’s warm next to you, leg bouncing anxiously as he hides his face, a bit afraid that you’ll see his flushed face.

footsteps walk into the common room, and someone stands behind the couch, hands resting on the back of it. gojo smirks knowingly, staring at how megumi’s demon dogs behave with you. megumi glares up at him, silently daring him to say something.

gojo speaks up, “hmm, that’s weird..”

you curiously look up at him, “huh?”

“megumi’s demon dogs normally don’t act this way around people. it’s a bit weird how they’re cuddling up to you and whining for your attention, don’t you think?”

you think for a minute, taking in his words, “yeah, it’s a bit odd, but i’m totally fine with it. they’re such sweethearts!”

when your attention’s back on the demon dogs, gojo runs a hand down his face with a frown, looking at megumi with a look of disbelief on his face. he seriously can’t believe that you didn’t pick up on a word he said.

gojo knows well that megumi’s shikigami mirrors his emotions and feelings towards people, and the older man immediately knew about megumi’s liking towards you when he saw the demon dogs cuddle up to you.

he just wonders when and how megumi’s going to confess to you.

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his cock is already twitching in his pants, a need to be inside your warm walls again screaming through his body as he starts getting undressed. it’s silent, of course, hoping you don’t notice so you don’t move from that stunning position.

he strokes himself as he approaches you, his pre already leaking down his tip and running down his whole shaft to help him get off. you only notice him when you feel his hands sliding down your pyjama pants and panties.

“where are your manners? hello? oh baby, i missed you? do you want some help?” you tease, yet he doesn’t seem to listen while he finally takes off your clothes. the view of your pussy feels like heaven, a man who has been in a desert for days and has founded a fountain just for him. “toru”, you call softly.

his blue eyes snap to yours, then you notice they’re glassy. you let out a soft chuckle, “missed me that much?” he nods. “then take it” you smile at him, sweet and lovingly as you spread your legs a bit more. his mouth is watering before he gives your slit a long and slow lap. his tongue pressing over your cunt as his hands grip your hips tightly. you can feel his nose against your hole, bumping while he moans against your pussy, something about how good it tastes.

gojo spits on it before leaning back, grinning when he notices how your thighs shiver and your tight grip on the screwdriver you were using before he came in. he leans over you, aligning with your entrance before pushing inside with a sharp thrust. your moan blends in with his own, a raw, pure pleasure invading your bodies. he has two hands on each side of your head, his face nuzzled against your neck as his cock slams into you again and again, a harsh, relentless pace that both of you needed.

“missed you so much, sweetheart. so, so much” he groans against your skin, feeling how you clench around him. “close?” he chuckles teasingly, “give it to me. welcome your man properly” he whispers huskily against your ear. you can’t take it anymore — your eyes go blank and your back arches in an impossible angle as your orgasm rips through you. “fuck—!” his teeth dig into your flesh before he spills inside you, thick and sticky load filling your tight hole as you yearned.

୨୧ ONE !

you’re making out with sae next to the lockers room after a game, praising him and giggling.

“sae, the journalist are asking for you” rin appears next to both of you, staring at your joined bodies with a flat expression. “hi, rin” you smile sweetly, and he blushes faintly, greeting you back.

sae huffs, “don’t you know that this isn’t a good moment?”. rin simply shrugs and his teal eyes look at you. “go with him, baby. see you later at home” you smile, kissing his cheek before pulling away. he nods reluctantly and squeezes your hip gently.

“she’s nice. have no clue what she’s doing with you” he says amused as both of them walk. sae glares at him, “shut up”

୨୧ TWO !

you love showering with sae, moans filling the room as he fucks you against the wall. he growls, fingers digging further into your hips when your pussy clenches around him.

until the hot water turns cold and a loud, “sae, leave already! it’s my turn” comes from out of the bathroom. your boyfriend looks like he’s about to kill someone as he helps you drying your shaking body with a towel. you sneeze and he huffs, “sorry, beautiful. next time we visit japan, we’re staying at the hotel”

“but your mother seemed excited about us staying over” you say, dressing up. he arches an eyebrow, his silence making you chuckle. “okay, maybe you’re right” you cup his face, but when you’re about to kiss him… “sae!” rin knocks the door loudly, and he finally opens, glaring at his brother on the door. “finally— oh”

“hi, rinnie” you smile, tucking a strand of wet hair behind your ear. he swallows and greets you back with a soft smile, immediately erasing when sae whispers something about cockblocking and killing someone.

୨୧ THREE !

you’re watching a movie with sae, cuddling on the couch as he kisses your jaw. one arm is thrown over your shoulders, keeping you close, and the other traces your inner thighs.

“baby, we’re at your parents’ couch” you whisper, smirk on your face. “so? don’t worry, just don’t be messy” he says huskily against your neck.

“hi, guys. what are you watching?” rin sits down next to you, and you feel sae’s anger radiating off his body. you smile with a soft blush on your cheeks, “just some thriller”

“great, those are my favourites” he says, making himself comfortable. sae glares at him, teal eyes mentally killing him. “leave” he grunts, and his younger brother arches an eyebrow. “this isn’t your couch, you should’ve booked an hotel room if you wanted to be an alone emo boy”

your hand on his chest is the only thing keeping him from strangling rin.