Sleepy💤

✧˖° Peter Parker who loses control during sex

may contain some small spoilers not sure! 

Peter’s hips snapped forward in a steady, deep rhythm, the wet sound of skin meeting skin filling the quiet bedroom. His forehead rested against yours, brown eyes half-lidded and dark with need. Every thrust dragged a soft, broken sound out of him.

“Fuck—you feel so good,” he breathed. “I’m close. Really close.”

You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, nails digging lightly into his shoulders. “Me too… hah don’t stop. Just—ah—keep going like that.”

He groaned, pace stuttering. “Gonna come. I’ll pull out, I swear—”

“Mmm—okay,” you managed between breaths.

He nodded frantically, starting to ease back. “I got it, I got it—”

The change hit mid-motion.

Peter’s entire body locked. A low, guttural sound tore out of him that didn’t sound entirely human. His muscles flexed hard under your hands, denser and tighter than usual, like every fiber had suddenly drawn taut with unnatural strength.

His eyes flooded pure black from edge to edge, reflective and hungry, pupils vanishing completely. Fangs pressed faintly against the inside of his lip. The new spider mutation—stronger, more instinct-driven—took complete control without changing his shape.

He didn’t pull out.

Instead he slammed forward to the hilt and stayed buried deep, grinding hard as he came with a harsh, animal growl. Thick pulses of heat flooded you, over and over, no hesitation at all.

“Peter—!” you gasped, eyes wide. “Wait, you’re still—oh my godd”

One hand shot up, not rough but firm, cradling your jaw and gently parting your lips with his thumb. He leaned in and spit a slow, warm strand of saliva straight onto your tongue, watching it land with those pitch black eyes.

Then he kissed you messily—open-mouthed, wet, tasting you and himself, tongue sweeping deep while his hips kept twitching through the last of his orgasm. The kiss was frantic and claiming for several long seconds, then softened into something almost sweet, like the human part of him was still trying to be gentle even while the mutation ruled.

You made a small, startled sound against his mouth, hands flying up to grip his wrists. “Peter… Peter, what’s happening? Your eyes—”

The mutation receded as suddenly as it had come.

The extra tension drained from his limbs. His eyes cleared back to that familiar dark brown, blinking rapidly. Peter froze, still buried inside you, still kissing you.

He pulled back just enough to look at your face, pupils blown wide with pure confusion. Then his gaze dropped between your bodies.

He stayed buried for a second longer, watching with dazed intensity as he finally eased back the slightest bit. A thick, pearly strand of his cum immediately welled up around his cock and began to drip out of you in a slow, heavy trail, sliding down to the sheets. Another pulse followed, warmer and messier, coating him as he stared. His breath hitched hard.

“Oh my god…” he whispered, voice cracking. He didn’t yank away; he stayed carefully still, eyes locked on the steady drip of white leaking from you around him. “I—fuck, look at that… it’s everywhere. I came so deep and it’s just… pouring out.”

His cheeks flushed dark with a mix of horror and residual heat. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t— I was gonna pull out, I swear I was. Something just… took over. It—fuck, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Please tell me you’re okay.”

You stared up at him, still catching your breath, heart racing from both the intensity and the sudden shift. Your voice came out soft but steady. “Hey… hey, look at me. I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me.”

“…But I came inside,” he whispered with a small pout coating his face, panic rising as another slow drip slid free and he tracked it with his eyes. “I just— I couldn’t stop. And the spit, the kissing like that— fuck, what the hell was that? There’s so much of it… it’s still coming out of you.”

He swallowed hard, gaze still fixed on the mess between you for a long moment. A new, flustered expression crossed his face. “And the worst part is… part of me liked it. Like, really liked seeing it. Filling you up. I think—god, this is so messed up—watching it drip out of you is doing something to my brain and I feel terrible about it.”

You reached up, cupping his face with both hands so he had to meet your eyes. “Baby. Breathe. I’m right here. It felt… intense. But I’m not scared of you. And hey… finding something out about yourself doesn’t make you a bad person.””

His lower lip trembled. “I love you. I’m so, so sorry. I’ll do whatever you need—morning-after stuff, anything. Just please don’t be mad.”

You brushed your thumbs over his cheekbones, voice gentle. “I’m not mad. Surprised? Yeah… but if anything that was really hot”

Peter let out a shaky breath and carefully lowered his forehead to yours again, still half-buried like he was afraid moving would make the mess worse. His eyes flicked down one more time, watching another thick trail of his release slip free. “I hate that it happened like that. I never want to take choices away from you.”

You slid one hand down to rest over his racing heart. “I know. And I trust you. We’ll figure the rest out together, okay? Just… stay close for a minute. Don’t pull away yet.”

He nodded against you, pressing a soft, apologetic kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another to your cheek. “Okay. I’m here. I’m so sorry… and thank you for not freaking out on me.”

You gave a tiny, breathless laugh, fingers carding through his damp hair. “We’ll talk about the mutation later. Right now just hold me. You’re still my Peter.”

He wrapped his arms around you carefully, burying his face in your neck with a quiet, relieved sound. “Always. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back, stroking the nape of his neck. “Even when your DNA decides to get dramatic mid-orgasm.”

That pulled a small, watery chuckle out of him, and he held you tighter—still apologetic, still a little shaken, but softening into the comfort of knowing you weren’t going anywhere.

dividers — @/pixopix

an — just saw the movie today and im going crazy just mmm i need him

part 1. unraveled

pairing: sensory overload peter parker × grey!reader

plot description: peter fulfills the promise he made after your last encounter.

content warnings: SPOILERS FOR BRAND NEW DAY, 18+ content (MDNI!!!! ill snitch on u), smut (p in v), bdsm undertones (he webs her and keeps her wrists tied), unprotected sex, straight up penetration (because our man is neeeeeedy), dom!peter (duh), degradation, spitting, rough sex (idk what else to put), no foreplay :(, manhandling, and just arachnid peter fulfilling his promise / (let me know if i missed anything!)

notes: i cannot write smut properly because of my dry spell so pray i get some dih before my birth month or DURING my birth month... bnd peter got me ovulating so bad :^

Peter can now shoot webs biologically, he no longer needs his tech to help him. his girlfriend y/n seems to take a liking to them, maybe a bit too much (very smutty)

1.5k, Peter restrains reader with his webs, unprotected sex, dirty talk, degradation, confident Peter, Dom!Peter

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Peter Parker stood in the middle of your shared bedroom, shirtless, his toned body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. He'd been at it for over an hour—practicing his new biological web-shooting ability. No more cartridges, no more web-shooters. Just... him. His wrists, his palms, his control.

You sat cross-legged on the bed, pretending to scroll through your phone, but your eyes kept drifting up. Each time he flicked his wrist, a thick, white strand shot out, hitting the target he'd taped to the wall. Thwip. Thwip. Thwip. The sound was hypnotic.

He was so focused, his brow furrowed, jaw set. Muscles in his back tensed and relaxed with each motion. You watched the way the tendons in his forearm stood out as he aimed, the way his fingers curled into a loose fist before releasing. Your thighs pressed together involuntarily.

Why is this turning me on?

You didn't understand it. It was just... webs. Sticky, white, elastic strands that came out of him. But the thought—the image of that substance, warm and fresh, shooting from his body—sent a pulse of heat straight to your core. You crossed your legs tighter, hoping the friction of your thighs would relieve the ache building between them.

Peter paused, his hand still raised. He tilted his head, and you saw his nostrils flare slightly. His eyes, those intense brown eyes, slid toward you. A slow smile curled his lips.

"You okay, baby?"

CW: NSFW. Blood kink / Blood play. Risky kink. Intoxication. Cowgirl. Creampie. Passing out. Aftercare. Quick read.

Choso’s hands gripped your hips tightly as you rode him, slow and deep, savoring every thick inch of him stretching you open. 

His breathing was ragged, chest rising and falling beneath you, the signature mark across his face looking even more striking when he was flushed with pleasure.

“Baby –ahh— you feel so good” he groaned, voice low and rough. His fingers dug into your skin, guiding your movements as you rolled your hips faster.

You’d been warned. Many times. Every time you rode him, your eyes would drift to that mark. Every time, Choso would catch you and shake his head, voice low and warning: “I know you’re curious baby… but even a little is dangerous. Don’t.”

You’d rolled your eyes and obeyed, but the temptation had always been there. Especially when he looked like this—lips parted, hair messy against the pillow.

“You’re staring again” he murmured, breath hitching as you rolled your hips.

“I can’t help it,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth “You look so fucking pretty… I just want to taste you.”

Choso groaned, eyes fluttering shut for a second. You felt him throb inside you. As he got closer, his rhythm faltered. His fingers dug into your ass, guiding you faster.

“Baby— fuck— I’m gonna cum” he warned, voice broken.

You clenched around him deliberately and leaned in closer, eyes locked on that tempting line of black. 

The moment he came — hips jerking up hard as he spilled hot and deep inside you — a thick drop of dark blood welled up from the mark and slid down his cheek.

This time you didn’t hesitate.

You leaned down and dragged your tongue slowly across his skin, collecting the warm, metallic blood. The taste hit you instantly — iron and something strangely sweet, almost addictive. Choso’s eyes snapped open.

“Shit— no—” he hissed, but his cock throbbed violently inside you, another pulse of cum flooding your pussy at the same moment.

You smiled against his cheek and licked again, slower, chasing the trail. A second line of blood started dripping. You pressed your lips to the mark and sucked gently.

Choso shuddered hard beneath you, a broken moan leaving his throat. His arms wrapped around your back, torn between pulling you away and holding you closer.

For a few blissful seconds everything felt perfect: warm, hazy, floating. You kept smiling as you looked down at him, still gently rocking your hips.

Then the room started to tilt. Your vision blurred at the edges. Your limbs grew heavy, a pleasant numbness spreading through your body. You felt yourself slowly collapsing forward onto his chest, still smiling dreamily.

Choso caught you immediately, strong arms wrapping around your back.

“I told you baby…” he murmured, voice soft but scolding. He brushed your hair out of your face, looking down at you with a mix of exasperation and deep affection. “Why don’t you ever listen?”

You tried to speak, but only a content little hum came out. Your eyelids felt impossibly heavy, warmth wrapping around you making everything feel safe.

Choso sighed, carefully pulling out of you. He cleaned you both quickly with a warm cloth, then tucked the blankets around your body with gentle hands. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment.

He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you protectively as you drifted off completely, still wearing that faint, satisfied smile. “Sleep. I’ve got you.”

As you drifted deeper into that hazy fog, a lazy smile stayed on your lips.

Well… it was worth it.

The sweet taste still coated your tongue, and even as consciousness slipped away, you couldn’t help but think how good it felt. Dangerous. Addictive. Perfect.

You really hoped he’d let you do it again sometime.

omg my first choso oneshot!!

The last thing you wanted to do was get into an argument with your roommate and best friend. Yet you found yourself going back and forth with him & it didn’t look like it was coming to an end any time soon. 

“I don’t understand how I’m not allowed to have boys over but you’re free to bring home girls, it’s totally unfair Satoru!” You yelled, voice turning raspy. 

It’s been hours since this argument began and he was getting sick of it. 

“The difference between us is that I didn’t invite that girl over to fuck, did I?” He shot back, a vein forming at his temple. 

His hand reached up to his face, sliding off his glasses to set them aside on the counter. “I came home with her because we had a project to do and the library was closed. And you know this because I texted you earlier about it.”   

“So? She was totally giving you bedroom eyes!”

“And what if she was? Doesn’t mean I gave in and started humping her like a dog in heat. I’m not that easy, sweets.” 

But you were. 

You were not about to give in because he used your favorite pet name, and you definitely weren’t going to allow him to see the effect it had on you. 

“I don’t know why me bringing a boy over concerns you either.” 

“Watch that tone.” He warned. His eyes have darkened enough to match the late night shadows seeping into the kitchen, rain being muffled by the windows. Your lip trembled, being utterly frustrated. It’s not like you even did anything with the guy, you just wanted to make him jealous – get back at him for inviting that girl over. 

Satoru noticed your pout, sighing through his nose as all previous anger faded. “Baby.” 

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” He closed in, cupping your cheek in his warm hand. “You love it when I use sweet names on you.” 

You pulled away from his touch, still pissed. “We’re just roommates, that’s why.” That certainly got him to raise a brow, a slight tilt at his head as he took in your words. “Just roommates? Am I not your best friend? Am I not the one that makes you feel good?” 

Your breath hitched, knowing what he was referring to. 

You had come home stressed about some class and it didn’t help that it was ovulation week as well, making you all pent up. Thankfully, Satoru didn’t mind helping you out on the very counter he was leaning against. “What was your goal when you brought him over? To make me jealous? Get your pay back?” 

Well, yes. 

But you were not going to admit that so easily. 

“If I hadn’t made it clear enough, sweets, you’re the only girl I want. Why would I be stupid to put my dick inside someone who isn’t you?” His vulgar words strike again at your inner core, forcing your thighs to clench. 

“Satoru..” Your cheeks heated up. 

“I’m going to ask you again, and you’re going to answer honestly. Are we just roommates?” 

Of course not. Roommates don’t just allow the other to ride them like rabbits in heat the way you were doing right now. Your clothes were discarded on the floor, shaky hands rubbing up and down his abs all while he watched. 

A smirk was lifting at his lips, enjoying the way you struggled to do all of the work. He wanted to touch your tits, give them the little kisses they deserved. But hearing you beg for his touch was far better. 

“Please– I said I was s-sorry..” Your apologies fell upon deaf ears. This was your punishment after all. You could barely register your own pleas as his tip grazed your puffy folds. “You’re going to ride me and I’m not going to help for shit.” 

And he kept his word because he hasn’t done anything more than letting out the occasional grunt. It was genuinely pissing you off. 

“Please,” You tried again, leaving sloppy but sweet kisses on his lips that he didn't reciprocate. Not even when you picked up your pace or slowed it down did he react. 

Nothing was working. 

Not until he saw you begin to sob, hiding your pretty face in his neck did he soften up. “Hey, hey.. It’s okay, sweet girl. I forgive you, you did so good, took your punishment like the good girl you are. Don’t cry, you’re making me feel bad.” His expression softened, large hand rubbing the small of your back as he coo’ed in your ear at your hiccups. 

You sniffled, chasing your nearing orgasm now that he praised you. “Am gonna cum..” You gasped, clawing at his back. Satoru fully wrapped his arms around you, bouncing you harshly on his lap. “Go ahead.” 

White dots filled your sight when you spilled on his dick, legs trembling. He followed soon after, releasing deep in you. “Good job, baby. Don’t you ever think that shit again. I don’t want anyone but you, and it’s time to realize that.” 

Loving Yūji comes with a package deal you don't necessarily know how to deal with. Granted, you've loved him first before this whole ordeal even happened — it still is a matter of when and never an if, per se, when it comes to his special situation. 

"So tight, baby," Yūji says between sucking his breath. He's not quite sure whether to ram and go at a harsher pace or let you adjust to his girth first. His control is being tested too much right now. "Even after all that." 

You moan his name in praise before you lock your legs around his waist and pull yourself closer to him, effectively shutting him up from keeping things slow. You've always wanted things rougher, something that Yūji loves about you (but even then, he still wishes to take his time). 

"Oh s-shit, baby!" Yūji would've let his eyes roll back if he wasn't focused on keeping his entire weight off of you. "F-Fuck!"

"H-Harder, Yūji," you beg him, "please."

Yūji doesn't need to be told twice. He grabs hold of your thighs roughly and pounds into you like an animal in heat. You arch your back further for more, and he gives in. 

"So good, baby," Yūji drools, "so, so good. Oh my — fuck!" 

Just as you are coming down with your first orgasm, another voice pierces through the solidity of the air and breaks it easily as if he had done this countless times before. 

"Enchain." 

Suddenly you are flipped on your hands and knees. Your hair has been forcibly fisted and yanked until your head is pulled back enough to see your lover covered in tattoos, and a vitriol laugh teases your ears. 

"Y-Yū —" 

"Brat's not here," Sukuna's voice deeply rumbles against your skin. 

This is the first time he's ever made his presence known to you. You've heard stories of how Sukuna would pop on Yūji's cheek or his hands whenever he's got something to say (especially towards your sensei and Megumi), but not once has he ever manifested and break through Yūji's control — and right in the middle of fucking, too. 

"Heh," he yanks you further until you can see his eyes gazing heatedly at yours, "pussy so good, my own vessel lost control. Let's see if you do live up to that expectation."

Then he slams your head against the pillow and fucks you senseless. It's wrong . . . to even feel how fucking good it is to be brutally pounded. 

Yet, here you are in the mercy of a sadistic curse, cackling like a bastard that he is. 

Sukuna had you spread out for him, as he continues to ram his cock up inside of you. One of his hands kneads your ass mockingly before he slaps each cheek hard. 

Your teeth bite into the soft fabric of the pillow, muffling your screams lest you want Megumi to hear you from the other side of the room. At this point, Sukuna slapping you might've really been a dead giveaway. 

"Y-Yūji —"

"My name, brat —"

"—Y-Yūji, Y-Yū—"

"— I said my name." He slaps your sloppily wet clit. 

You arch your back unknowingly to the sensation, and before you could have thought twice about it, your body yields and your mouth muddles the name, "S-Sukuna!"

"Good." He mutters darkly, "Good girl."

He fondles your breasts next. Then his tongue laps to the outline of your spine and back up to your neck, where he marks you. His canines have sunk into your skin so deeply, he can taste your blood, and that further fuels him into a mess of moans and praise as if he's drunk on an aphrodisiac. 

"Again." He orders you. "My name. Only." 

"Sukuna," you say. "Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna! F-Fuck, I —" 

"That's it."

The first of your orgasms comes to you like a torrent. It's harsh and unforgiving, much like how Sukuna doesn't even stop fucking you even as you try your best to squirm away. 

When you feel that he's finally slowed down, when his hands have released the hold against your body, and you allow yourself to breathe a little better, there's a sudden shift between you and the King of Curses. You realize that it's because you've been flipped back and your legs are locked around his waist again. 

"S-Sukuna?" 

"No," Yūji breathlessly says. He leans his face closer until his lips brush yours. "I-It's me, baby. It's me. I'm sorry. I-I lost control. Are you hurt?" 

You shake your head with a smile. "N-No, I'm fine. I'm more than fine." 

"Yeah?" Yūji perks up. You notice that his cock has hardened once more and he's repositioning himself to your abused cunt. 

"Yeah, baby." You laugh dumbly. "That was . . . quite exhilarating." 

Yūji bumps his nose against yours. The heat in his eyes is visible, but it is nowhere near as intense as the other pair you were forced to look at prior. 

"That was hot," Yūji admits. "Watching you . . . like that." 

"It was," you breathe out. 

When you peer below Yūji's eyes, you swear you've seen the glints of red and black squinting back at you as if to tell you that he's heard about your little honesty. 

Well, it really can't be helped sometimes. After all, loving Yūji does come with a deal. 

"Are you tired?" Yūji brushes your hair tenderly. 

You shake your head. "Not at all, baby." 

"Let me fuck you next, then." 

Megumi x Yuji x Reader

WARNINGS: polyamory, female and male receiving, anal, p in v, threesome, double penetration, cum, cussing, megumi and yuji are both bi, itafushi

You were seated between your two boyfriends, Megumi and Yuji. Sitting on Yuji’s lap as your feet dangle in Megumi’s. Yuji’s big arms are holding you by your waist against his chest. His eyes are pinned to the movie on screen, some action movie. Bursts of fire and explosions with blaring siren alarms, and gunfire exploding through the speakers.

Neither you nor Megumi is paying attention. All you guys want is not to watch Human Earthworm again for the 100th time, this is slightly better.

The blue-white light illuminates across Megumi’s face as he aimlessly scrolls on his phone next to Yuji. Something peaceful resting on their faces.

I look up at both of them, mindlessly rubbing my feet against Megumi’s lap and glancing up at Yuji. Seeing him completely enamored by the screen; not paying attention as well. Allowing you to gaze at each of their features without them knowing.

They are both so handsome: Yuji's strong jaw, pretty brown eyes, the scar across his nose bridge, and his fluffy pink hair. Megumi’s sharp blue eyes, slim nose, dead stare, and unruly urchin hair. God, your boyfriends are so beautifully sculpted with features carved out of the utmost perfection and care.

You get the privilege to be seated on their laps, getting to call them your boyfriends. You almost couldn’t help the warmth that blooms in the lower space of your belly.

You look back at Megumi, your feet slowly tantalizingly crawling up his lap. You press the heel of your foot against him, brushing against his crotch, once. Then twice. Megumi’s scrolling thumb pauses and he looks down at your foot pleated on his crotch, and then at you.

He gives you that mean little glare that you love so much—his blank stare with heated eyes. One word communicates inside that look. Quit.

He knows exactly what you are up to. Your little game you’re out to play.

You look back up at Yuji, completely oblivious. You shift your hips against his lap, feeling that creeping sensation crawl right up your legs, and blossom in the heat between them. Feel yourself growing wet, and leaking slick right onto your panties.

You press into yuji’s side, head dipping between his shoulder and neck. Lips pressing dangerously close to his skin till you make the lightest kiss to his neck. You look to see if there’s any recognition to the light press, but there’s none. You pack your lips more boldly to his neck, making a light “mwah” sound with your lips, catching Megumi’s attention.

His gaze flickers over to you, seeing your head dip into Yuji’s neck, leaving soft wet hot kisses as you stare across at Megumi. Watching, teasing; not breaking away from those blue eyes.

Your lips trail up and down, one hand against the other side of his neck as your tongue darts out and tastes the salty taste of his skin.

Feeling the wet sensation Yuji snaps back to reality. His gaze flickering down to you, characteristically oblivious to your intentions, who meets you with a sweet smile and big happy eyes.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi, Yuu.”

Your foot creeps back up to Megumi’s crotch, rubbing the heel of your foot right against his growing bulge. Megumi sniffles a moan, trying to hide how turned on he got just from you kissing Yuji’s neck.

“You need something?”

You shake your head, smiling, “Just need a kiss.” You play it so plainly, just a simple little kiss is all you need when what you really need is him deep inside your cunt, while you’re sucking on Megumi’s cock.

He leans down and kisses you, going in for a small peck but you grab the back of his neck, forcing him into your mouth. Pressing your tongue to his lips, you moan straight into his mouth the moment he yields, feeling his tongue tangle with yours

You bite down on his lip, causing him to tighten his grip around your waist, and his eyebrows to pinch together in a furrow.

“Mm…Yuji,” you moan his name, knowing that gets him off. A tent forms in his pants from under your thigh as you slide your fingers through his hair, purposefully tugging on his hair to get him riled up.

A sharp groan erupts from beside Yuji, dividing your attention in half. Your foot lies propped against Gumi’s lap, rubbing conspicuously as you’ve been making out with Yuji. Megumi pushes your foot away as his bulge is now straining against the fabric.

You pull back from Yuji, “Oops sorry Megs,” you giggle. The shrill giggle sends both of them into a state of conundrum. Their dicks are half hard and the movie suddenly becomes non-existent.

Your eyes flicker back over to Yuji and you bite your lip, trailing your long nails from his face to the big bulge he’s sporting. Hissing as you palm his clothed cock.

“Baby—“

“Mhm?” You innocently tilt your head, batting your lashes up at him. You feel the friction spark between your thumb and the rough fabric of his sweats as you apply slow penetrating pressure.

Suddenly the TV screen goes dark, shutting off. Silence falls between all three of you. The air is warm with tension, both of them staring at you.

“What were you saying Yuji?”

Your palm is still pressed up against his bulge, squeezing lightly, “I-…fuck…I don’t remember,” he shifts uncomfortably, trying to relieve any tension from the tight hold of your hand.

Your other hand threads through his hair, scratching the buzzed undercut of his hair, making him groan.

“Babe, we were all supposed to be watching a movie,” he complains.

“M’sorry…just can’t help myself when I have two such attractive boyfriends.”

A tiny faint hue of blush dances across their faces. Megumi glances away, awkwardly. Feeling the air tighten in his chest by the little compliment, scowling his face to try and not seem so affected. Of course, the faint flush red on the tips of his ears gives him away.

Same as Yuji. That same dusted pink blush sprinkled on his cheeks and his neck. That crack of tension tightens its hold against all three of you. You crawl off of Yuji’s lap and crawl over to Megumi’s, the couch dipping with your weight. You cup his face, bringing that flustered face into view.

“Megumi look at me, honey.” Once he looks at you, you kiss him. Grinding slowly against his lap, drawing out a startled moan.

You feel his chest rise and inflate against you. His arms circle your waist to keep from rocking over. His head tips back as you go to open his mouth and explore.

Yuji watches from the side, feeling his heart race at the sight of you two. His cock strains so painfully against his sweats that he lets out a groan. His restrain slipping like the speed of light, unable to conceal himself anymore. His fingers hook at the waistband of his sweats and boxers, pulling them down to his mid-thigh. His cock springs up, slapping against his stomach, leaking heavily with pre cum.

“Shit…” he wraps his hand around his cock, pumping slowly as he watches you and Megumi make out with your hips delicately grinding down on his cock. His hands flex against your waist as he groans into your mouth. Watching as the flick of your tongues glide against each other, twirling together like two sinful snakes.

He lets out a shuddering groan, pumping his cock faster, feeling like a big pervert for shamelessly masturbating right next to his boyfriend and girlfriend making out.

You glance over, hearing the slick sounds of plap plap, and seeing Yuji’s hand grasping his flushed bright red dick. That white-hot lust crawling up to your head, moving without thought.

You motion for him to come closer, “Come here, Yu.”

He scoots closer, thigh pressed against Megumi’s as his hand gets replaced by yours. He moans as your smaller hand wraps around his dick, slowly pumping up and down.

“Ahh-hah,” you smile and go right back to kissing Megumi. His hips bucking up into you, trying to chase some friction from his aching dick, trapped by clothes and the weight of your body.

“Please—“

“Can we have sex please?” Yuji begs, breaking in, looking at the two of you, his cock pulsing in the palm of your hand. The primal need of feeling the expanse of both his girlfriend's and his boyfriend’s bodies wrapped inside or around him unable to contain. His body practically vibrates.

In an instant, a rush of clothes gets pulled off and thrown across the living room floor. Making a sheet of messy strewed clothes on the backs of the couch and the coffee table.

Your back lies against the couch. Hair sprawled out in wispy swirls, draping over the cushions. Yuji hovers above you. His cock nestled sweetly into your pussy. His face is red and hot, eyebrows pinching together, mouth lying open as he grunts and falls over you.

Megumi is behind him, his cock lubed up and inching into Yuji. Feeling the tight muscle open up for him and close tightly around his dick, as Yuji lets out a cry at the intrusion. Having to hold himself up by grasping the couch so he doesn’t crush you.

“Ahh-shit…fuck-“ he moans, always the loudest out of all three of you. Filling your ears with his half-gritted sounds.

“Shh it’s okay, just open up for Megumi. K?”

He pants, leaning a bit forward so his cock can bottom out inside him, “Y-yes baby, mngh…”

You cup his flushed face, rubbing his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs. His eyes are lazily tracking your features with his mouth hanging wide open, already blissed out from the pleasure. His dick wrapped beautifully inside your walls, and Megumi wrapped snuggly inside of him.

Connecting all three of you in a line of pleasure, seeping through every course. Bodies pressed flushed together, skin sticking to soft dewy skin, heart palpitating, all three connected through each other.

Megumi rests his chin on Yuji’s shoulder, looking over at you, “You alright there?”

You nod, lying there with Yuji’s aching cock inside your damp heat, plugging you up.

Megumi and Yuji’s lips meet momentarily, turning to the side and pressing their lips together. You're watching as your boyfriends kiss. Their sharp jaws flexing with the ticks of working inside each other's mouths. Slick sounds of swapping each other’s spit.

A hand crawls up your torso, cupping the underside of your boob and squeezing. Making your body slightly arch up as those greedy fingers pinch your nipple.

“Agh!” You squeal and accidentally buck your hips against Yuji’s pelvis. His lips knock away from Megumi’s and he lets out a sharp grunt, “Ah-fuck!” His body locks up, a swirl of pre cum glistening out of his tip.

“Come on, Yuji fuck her,” Megumi eggs on.

Yuji shakily grasps your hips and starts pitifully rutting into your cunt. With Megumi at his backside, the weight of his body against his back he can't move forward much.

Megumi wraps his arms around Yuji, grabbing his waist. Slowly thrusting in and out of him, not too hard so it doesn’t mess up the practiced rhythm they both set.

“A-hah mnghhh fuck,” Yuji whimpers. Fingers pressing deep into the flesh of your hips. His mouth falls agape as each sound rumbles off his tongue in a heated mess of whimpers and moans.

“H-holy fuck,” the heating pleasure quickly overwhelms him as it settles into a miraculous tempo. The sensation of his dick plunging into your sweet cunt as Megumi thrusts deep inside of him. Pulling roughly at those tight muscles, clenching like a vice. His mind goes foggy, everything feeling all tingly with every thrust of Megumi’s hips and every tight breach into your creamy hole.

“Yuji it’s okay…” Megumi’s deep steady voice whispers into his ear.

“Feels so good. I-I can’t…oh feel so good,” he babbles. Hips picking up speed, chasing the sensation of his cock dragging against your walls to feel you clench around him, squeezing his cock.

“So much for him,” you smile, dragging your nails down his front soothingly, twitching at the drive of his hips plunging straight into your wet sopping heat.

That adorable wonky smile spreads across his face, looking so lovingly down at you.

“Ba-baby oh shit-“

“Feels good?”

“Real-really good,” he moans, a shaky chuckle escaping out of him, “Oh fuck—I’m not gonna-“

“You gonna cum?”

His head dips, falling as the pleasure coils tight all over his body. Like a tsunami wave, rushing onto shore ready to sweep him over. Megumi thrusts in harder, feeling Yuji starting to tremble and twitch against him. Trying to fuck him deeper into your cunt, grabbing your ankles and pulling you forward into both of them.

You squeal, “Oh!—“ your eyes bulge wide, Yuji lurches forward, rutting into you. His pelvis clapping down onto yours, “Fuck!” He yells.

“Gumi—shit-oh…” your eyes roll back, that tingly sensation crawling all through your body. Yuji is so impossibly deep inside your cunt as Megumi fucks him into you.

You gasp, grabbing onto Yuji’s shoulders and sinking your nails into his back.

You clamp around Yuji, feeling the pleasure rush to you as he ruts right against that sweet spot in the back of your pussy. You look up, making eye contact with Megumi through low-lidded eyes, watching the way he pushes both of you to ecstasy. He pushes Yuji down, laying his body weight onto you.

You gasp, feeling the pleasure overtake both you and Yuji. Squeezing him tight as he empties inside you. Something blooms deep inside your chest as you watch Yuji’s pleasure take over, being overstimulated in both regions. His face swimming in raw sexual delight with a cloud hovering over his head. Looking so radiant as he gets used. His body shaking as he spills his release in white ropes, slipping out of you and leaking down your thighs.

“Shit, you cum in her?” Megumi reaches over, and slips two fingers through your folds, spreading Yuji’s cum all over your pussy, checking to see if all that cum is really his.

“C-couldn’t pull out—“ Yuji without a mind of his own follows Megumi. Pressing a thumb to your clit and watching the way his cum glistens on your pearl.

You buck your hips up, both of their hands are all too much and not enough after your orgasm.

“G-guys quit.”

“Mm, no I think it’s your turn to be in between, pretty girl.”

You start to feel the aftershocks fade away, feeling them both move you to the center of the couch. Yuji settles under you like a board, thick and bulky with muscle as Megumi stands over both of you, right between your opened legs.

Your mouth falls open and you falter feeling a rush of anxiety as both men’s cock poke at your holes

“You’ve taken both before,” Megumi prods in that almost annoyed dead voice. Like he’s annoyed with how you’re still shocked that they’re going to fuck you in both of your tight holes.

You mewl and whine at Megumi’s rude tone as Yuji presses a kiss to your cheek. Big ol sweet Yuji whispering, “It’s gonna be okay.”

You hum at the loving press of his lips, and the warmth that seeps into your back and in his hands as they spread open your legs.

“Just look at Megumi or me,” his hand trails up to stroke your tummy, letting you relax into him, before they both plug up those leaking holes.

You sigh and lean your head back into the crook of his neck, “Gonna fuck your pretty ass while Megumi fucks your pussy okay?”

You nod, your holes instantly opening up to let them in, letting a fresh wind of air blow onto them.

They both smile, so happy to have such a perfect girlfriend they both can sink their cocks into, and be able to take them so well, “Love you so much. So good for us,” Yuji beams at you, smiling that big happy, gummy smile that never fails to make your heart squeeze. Like a big happy puppy as you give him a ball to play with but instead it’s your asshole.

Megumi is quiet as he helps Yuji lube up, running his hands thoroughly over his dick with the slippery lube, getting his hands all covered in the slimy gloss. Yuji groans, biting down on his lower lip as Megumi’s big hand strokes him, so he can slip inside that tight ass.

They both hold your legs open as Yuji pushes into your ass, pushing through that barrier of tight muscle and sinking each thick inch into you.

You squeak and pule, crying out as he intrudes your hole.

“Y-Yuji, oh fuck!”

Megumi holds your waist, easing you into Yuji’s cock as he watches each twist and turn of your face in pain and pleasure.

“God—so tight,” Yuji grunts with a strained voice, teeth grinding together as he finally gets his big cock nestled into your pillowy taunt walls.

He pushes your hair back and holds you down Megumi’s long pale cock slides against your slit, collecting all of Yuji’s velvety cum, and using it to slip inside your sopping, leaky hole.

“Mngh! Ah,” he fills your pussy, long and prodding at your sweet spot as Yuji stays seated in your ass. The fullness makes your brain go numb, stifling the little bug of your conscience. Buzzing with dizzying ecstasy.

“Mmmm,” you whine, lying paralyzed against Yuji’s chest with your thighs trembling. The beat of your heart pulsing against your chest.

“You ready, pretty girl?”

“Mhm!” You squeak as they both start to move. Yuji thrusting up into your ass with the tilt of his hips, and Megumi fucking your sloppy pussy with wet sucking laps.

Thwop thwop thwowp bounces off the walls, so loud it tunes out any coherent thought to take form in your pretty fucked out head. One sliding in and the other sliding out, never giving you a slight moment's chance to feel a state of calm before you’re filled again. Again and again, constantly filling one hole or the other. It’s all so much.

Loud moans tumble out of your lips, protruding loudly, and echoing through the living room. Your body is unable to catch up with the absolute rush of pleasure that invades your body like a tidal wave. Your breathing halting and gasping, your eyes wide and tearing up, your blood pumping, your heart racing. And your poor cunt gushing out creamy slick, coating Megumi’s cock and pelvis. It drips down your crack and leaks onto Yuji’s cock, making a slippery syrupy mess of cream.

Megumi watches as both his and Yuji’s cocks go in and out of you. Like a hypnotic illusion you can’t take your eyes away from.

His gaze flickers up to your face, sweat dripping down your temples. Your mouth wide and gaping, hearing every one of those pretty moans reverberating into his ears. So fucking beautiful. He will never say it, but he loves the way he and Yuji can get you like this. Filling you so full as they watch how much you can take before you explode.

Your head lies leaned back in the crook of Yuji’s neck. His neck flexes as each muscle pulls taut. His expression is drawn tight with furrowed brows and grinding teeth. Sweat dripping down his forehead and body as he works extra to thrust into that impossibly tight hole.

This sight of both of you under him makes the blood rush to Megumi’s head.

“Kiss Yuji,” Megumi breathes, breathy and gaunt as he watches Yuji pull your jaw to the side and kiss you, muffling your screaming moans. Your lips suck on each other, tongues darting out to chase the taste of each other’s mouths.

He pummels into your cunt, reaching for that G-spot with his sticky tip. Your lips detach from Yuji and you gasp, eyes wide. Almost fearful.

“Ahh-ohhh! You cry out, voice cracking. Legs kicking as that inducing pleasure crawls up your spine. Too fast, too much.

“Shhh it’s okay,” Yuji soothes, holding your legs firm in his arms so you don’t kick one of them.

“You gonna cum?”

You can only scream, and cry. Big fat tears welling up in your eyes as you take in big gasping breaths.

“Ooh fushiguro she’s gonna cum.”

Megumi grunts, his hair skewed across his forehead as he bites down on his lip. Getting so lost in the heat of pleasure.

“Fuck—“ he grunts, feeling the slide of Yuji’s dick glide along his, “ahhh…” his eyes roll back, then looking back down at you, seeing how blissed you are. How good he and Yuji are fucking their precious girlfriend.

“Love fucking our favorite girl.”

Your chest tightens, light flashing back into your brain from Megumi’s calm deep voice. Their girl.

Your cunt clenches around Megumi, pulling in a tight groan as he pulls out as if he’s been burned. Spilling his cum all over your stomach and pussy.

You cum with a piercing wail as Yuji fucks deep into your tight ass, making you clench around absolutely nothing. Your legs twitch and kick as your back arches. Trying to pull away and escape from the overwhelming pleasure as it takes over.

A loud ringing in your ears, lines blurring, dots of color appearing in your vision. Yuji pops out of your hole, resting flushed and red against your sloppy, puffy cunt.

Big muscles hold you down as you ride out your high. Letting your body wear off all those twitching aftershocks.

Both pairs of eyes trail over your trembling body, muscles shuddering and cunt pulsing. Yuji kisses your cheek as Megumi’s hand slides up and down your torso, both breathing heavy from their own extensive orgasm.

All three of you are an exhausted, sweaty mess. Letting the heat of the rumbling passion dwell down into a quiet steadiness until anyone speaks.

You continue to shudder against Yuji with tiny whimpers and huffs, and an occasional twitch of your leg.

Yuji lets your legs fall closed and slides his arms up around you as Megumi sits down next to you guys.

They both lean over, kissing your hair and then each other in loving, reassuring warmth. Their hands splayed over you as they both hold you. Yuji kisses you, humming into your mouth. Then Megumi kisses you in a small peck, less affectionate than Yuji, but still with as much love as the big sunshine boy.

They both smile. Megumi stroking your hair, and Yuji stroking your back and torso, trying to get those aftershocks to fade away.

A fuzzy warmth settles deep inside your chest, feeling inseparable and insatiable.

They both press into you, forming a cocoon around your body. Like two shields of warmth and safety. Their breath is sweet and soft, ticking into your brain and weaving through cords, “You’re our favorite girl.”

the air in megumi’s dorm room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the only light coming from a dim desk lamp that cast long, flickering shadows across the walls. for nearly an hour, megumi had been buried between your thighs, his face pressed firmly against your soaking wet heat. he was obsessed, completely consumed by the taste of you, a flavor he craved far more than he ever let on when you were just "best friends”.

you, on the other hand, were a shaking, whiny mess beneath him. your hips ever so often arched high off the bed at the overstimulation, your breath coming in ragged, desperate hitches. one of your hands clutched the dark blue bedsheets beneath you, while the other disappeared into his dark hair, fingers tangled in the soft, spiky strands. beneath the firm press of his palm against your chest, your heartbeat pounded wildly, each frantic beat impossible for either of you to ignore.

"g— gumi— you’re so mean— i can't.. nnggh! g— give me a break!" you wailed, your voice cracking. you were already sensitive, your nerves fried from the relentless attention he’d paid to your cunt for the last forty five minutes.

did megumi hear your pathetic whining? yeah. did he listen, though? nope. he continued flicking his tongue rapidly against your nub, sucking the swollen flesh into his mouth with a wet, slurping sound. as he worked, he began to hum, a low, vibrating rumble deep in his throat that echoed directly into your cunt. the sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core, making your toes curl violently and your thighs tremble.

“megumi!—” you cried out.

he lifted his head just enough to eye your expression. he watched your face, the way your eyes were rolled back, your lips parted in a silent scream, and the sheer desperation written across your features. a small, smug smirk touched his lips before he fluttered his eyes shut once more, his lips pursing tightly against your cunt, creating a vacuum-like suction that pulled your clit deep into his mouth.

“you can handle it,” he muttered.

"nnngh!— oh god, gumi!" you sobbed, your voice high and needy.

he ignored your whimpers, continuing to swirl and lap at your juices. he loved how you sounded. the way you whined and begged, the way you fell apart under his touch. he knew exactly how to push you over the edge. he bet your boyfriend couldn’t break you like he could.

as the tension peaked, you let out a loud, strangled cry, your back arching off the mattress. you walls clamped down hard on his face as you erupted, a spray of fluid squirting directly onto his cheeks and chin. you shuddered, your body racking with the force of the orgasm, your fingers tightening in his hair.

as the waves slowly subsided, you gasped for air, your voice a whiny whisper. you gave his hair a firm tug, pulling his face away from your dripping cunt. "hey— gumi! g— give your mouth a break! cmooon," you whined, your chest heaving.

megumi pulled back slowly, a string of saliva connecting his lip to your pussy. he didn't look tired at all, despite it being 1:47 in the morning. okay. maybe he was tired. but for your pussy? nah. he looked at your swollen, glistening folds and then looked you in the eyes, pressing a gentle peck on your clit.

“what? don’t tell me you’re tired already.”

without wasting time, he gathered a thick glob of saliva in his mouth and spat directly onto your clit, the warm wetness sliding over your sensitive skin.

"i’m not done yet," he murmured.

you let out a soft, indignant whine, your legs falling open wider despite your words. "you’re evil. you've been down there for almost an hour.."

megumi scoffed. he leaned back in, his breath hot against your wet skin. "can’t blame a guy for wanting to eat some good pussy," he paused, his tongue darting out to lick away the spit he'd just landed on you, "does he even know how to make you sound like this? or do you have to pretend to enjoy it when he's inside you?"

you let out a pathetic, high-pitched whimper at the feeling of his warm tongue against your overstimulated cunt, your head tossing back against the pillow. "megumi.. stop.. don't say that!”

"why, baby? does it make you feel guilty?" he shifted upward, his tongue darting out to trace the seam of your swollen folds, tasting the cocktail of your arousal and the remnants of your orgasm. "or does it just make you realize how mid he is compared to me?"

he looked up at you again, his eyes scanning your flushed face, savoring the conflict and the lust warring in your expression. he loved the power he had over you in this moment. the fact that while you belonged to someone else, your body was reacting only to him.

"you’re a little slut for your best friend, aren't you?"

“gumiiii—“

“tell me you want me to fuck you dumb until you forget his stupid fucking name."

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you straddle sukuna’s broad torso, thighs already shaking as you hover over the jagged mouth splitting across his abdomen. his four eyes gleam with cruel hunger, watching every twitch of your body.

the stomach mouth opens slowly, hot breath fanning over your dripping folds before a thick, ridged tongue drags out, tasting you like he owns every inch.

“go on,” he growls, voice dripping with mockery. “ride it properly. show me how badly that greedy little cunt needs me.”

you sink down with a broken whimper as the tongue pushes inside you, thick and relentless, stretching you open while the mouth’s lips seal tight around your clit. the suction is immediate and vicious, pulling at the sensitive bundle of nerves as the tongue curls deep, fucking into you with wet, obscene sounds. your hands brace on his chest, hips rolling desperately as pleasure slams through you.

it does not take long before your walls clenching hard around the invading muscle.

sukuna laughs, low and dark, the vibration making the tongue thrash even harder inside you. when you try to lift up cause it’s becoming too much, oversensitive and twitching, his massive hand snaps around your wrist like a vice.

sukuna yanks you back down forcefully, slamming your hips flush against his stomach so the mouth devours you completely again.

“where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he snarls, eyes narrowing. “you started this. now you finish it. keep riding.”

the tongue does not give you any mercy.

it pounds into you faster, twisting and dragging against every spot that makes your vision blur. the lips suck harder on your clit, relentless and wet, forcing another orgasm out of you before the first one even fades.

your thighs burn, body jerking wildly as you sob through the overstimulation, but sukuna’s grip on your wrist is iron. every time you try to pull away or rise even an inch, he drags you right back down, grinding you against the mouth.

“look at you,” he taunts, voice rough with satisfaction. “crying and shaking like a pathetic little toy. my stomach is soaked and you still can’t stop grinding on it.”

this is when a brutal wave hits you, your whole body convulsing as you cum, tears streaming down your face.

the overstimulation turns sharp and electric, every lick and thrust bordering on pain but so good you cannot stop moaning. sukuna’s free hand comes up to grip your hip, helping you move, forcing the rhythm faster and deeper.

you lose count of how many times you tired to get yourself off of him. your voice grows hoarse, legs trembling uncontrollably, slick pulling and sliding down onto his stomach as the mouth laps it all up greedily.

“kuna…” when you go limp, too exhausted to keep moving, sukuna simply uses his strength to bounce you on the tongue himself, wrist still locked in his hold so you cannot escape.

“that’s right. keep cumming for me,” he commands, another dark laugh rumbling through him. “this mouth is not done with you yet. you’ve pissed me off today, no stopping until you’re a sobbing, broken mess who forgets every thought except how full you feel.”