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♯ taking fwb!satoru bikini shopping!

the cramped changing room was stifling, its warm air saturated with the smell of new polyester and the clean, intoxicating scent of satoru's cologne. it had been designed for a single person, but with him sitting on the small bench, his tall frame nearly consumed the entire space.

at some point, he'd slipped off the bench entirely, choosing to rest against the mirror instead. his long legs sprawled across the floor, crossing neatly at the ankles as though the cramped fitting room belonged to him. your shopping bags were a chaotic pile around his feet, forgotten the moment you started stripping.

his dark glasses had slipped low on the bridge of his nose, leaving those crystalline six eyes unobstructed as they followed your every movement with unwavering intensity.

"sorry for making you wait, toru," you hummed playfully, glancing over your shoulder to find him already watching you.

“ahh, don’t be silly! i’m not complaining one bit. don’t you worry.” he spared a brief glance at his phone vibrating in his lap, dismissing the seventh call of the day before returning his full attention to you.

“beside, my eyes are being blessed right now.”

"yeah, of course," you muttered with a small click of your tongue, your voice laced with playful sarcasm.

you knew exactly how you looked; the curve of your spine, the dip of your waist. slowly, you reached down, sliding your underwear off and letting them hit the floor with a soft thud.

you heard his breathing falter for the briefest moment, the hushed sound filling the silence between you.

and then purposefully, you leaned forward, bending deep at the waist to step into the fifth bikini bottom of that day. you arched your back deliberately, pushing your ass out and offering him a wide, unobstructed view of your skin and the swell of your cheeks. you lingered there, your heart hammering against your ribs, before glancing over your shoulder.

sure enough, satoru wasn't even pretending to look at the mirror. he was staring directly at your ass with his brows raised just a little and a teasing smile curling at the corners of his lips.

"see something you like?" you teased with a quiet giggle.

when your eyes met his, he didn't look away; he just winked, his tongue darting out to lick his lower lip.

"you're doing this on purpose," he mumbled, feigning a pout as he looked up at you.

“am i?”

“yeah. just lemme see the bikini already.”

you straightened up and spun around, the skimpy fabric of the bikini barely containing you. afterwards, you struck a pose, hands on your hips, tilting your head. "well? what do you think? does it suit me orrrr is it too much?"

satoru let out a long, appreciative whistle, his gaze traveling in a slow, agonizing crawl from your toes, up your thighs, and settling squarely on your chest. he leaned his head back against the mirror, a look of pure bliss crossing his face.

"the bottom is a ten, no questions asked. buuut," he leaned forward, his voice dropping into that playful, honeyed tone that always made your knees weak.

“buuut?”

"i really like how your tits look in that one. hmm,” he paused, putting on an exaggerated look of thought before continuing, “yeah, definitely."

you rolled your eyes, though your face was flushing a deep crimson. "you're such a pig."

"i’m a connoisseur of fine art, babe," he countered, flashing that signature, cocky grin. "and right now? the view is absolutely top tier. i might actually pass out from the excitement."

you laughed, the sound light and airy, and turned back around to change. as you stepped out of the set, you could feel him shifting behind you, the restlessness in his posture growing.

when you turned around this time in a sixth, more daring set, you played coy. you crossed your arms over your chest, shielding your breasts and teasing him with a playful smile.

“really?”

“really.”

satoru groaned, throwing his head back against the mirror with a dull thud. "oh, come on! stop the modesty act. i’ve seen you naked more times than i’ve seen my own reflection today. just show me the goods, you tease!"

"patience is a virtue, satoru," you teased, slowly lowering your arms to reveal the new bikini.

“we’re on full first name basis now?” god, you loved how much power you had over him despite his arrogance.

"and besides! i’m the strongest sorcerer in the world. i don't do 'patience,'" he retorted, his eyes scanning your body.

"looks like there are a few things even the strongest can't handle," you teased with a soft laugh, turning back around.

as you bent down once more to adjust the strap of the bottom, ensuring it sat perfectly on your hips, you felt the air shift. before you could react, a sudden, sharp crack echoed through the room.

SMACK!

his large, heavy palm connected squarely with your right asscheek, the impact stinging and hot. the force of it sent a jolt through your entire body, and you let out a small, high pitched squeal, jumping forward.

"toru!" you gasped, spinning around to face him, your chest heaving and your face flushed with a mix of shock and arousal.

he was leaning back against the mirror now, looking entirely too proud of himself, his hand still slightly raised. he looked you up and down, the way the fabric hugged your tits, the bright red mark of his hand on your skin, and the playful anger in your eyes.

for a moment, the playfulness flickered. his gaze softened, lingering on your face with an intensity that went beyond just "benefits." there was a longing there, a silent acknowledgment that this game of "just friends" was becoming a lie they both told themselves every time they touched.

he wanted more than just your body; he wanted the way you looked at him when you thought he wasn't paying attention.

though it was fun pretending that neither of you wanted the other just as badly. there was something almost amusing about the way you both played along, acting casual and unaffected despite the obvious tension hanging between you.

a quiet hum of approval escaped him as he snapped out of his thoughts.

"oh yeah," he murmured, "that’s the one, angel. buy that one. actually, buy it in every single color, because i’m definitely going to enjoy taking it off you later."

anon, u probably asked for geto and gojo together but my goofy ass doesn’t know how to interpret things apparently 💔💔💔💔 so hope this is okay for now LMFAO

“i like a tall woman, with a nice big ass.”

♯ yuji itadori x female reader twt link

yuji itadori had many passions in his life, but none compared to the absolute, driving obsession he had for your ass.

to him, it was the perfect piece of art; plump, soft, and incredibly responsive to his touch.

and at this point, his obsession wasn't just a conscious choice; it had become a reflex. it was as if his hand had its own mind, an instinctual drive to be in contact with your backside at all times. whether you were relaxing at home or making your way through the bustling streets of tokyo, his hand would subconsciously drift. without even looking, his palm would find the curve of your ass, resting there with a possessive weight or giving a mindless, rhythmic squeeze.

he didn’t even realize he was doing it half the time; it was simply where his hand belonged, anchored to the part of you he craved most.

even in the middle of walking around with megumi and nobara, yuji loved the thrill of the risk, the possibility of getting caught. while megumi absentmindedly squinted at the map and nobara went on about the newest store she'd found, yuji would naturally close the distance between you without even thinking about it. and with a quick, practiced motion, his hand would dart out, gripping your cheek firmly or giving you a sudden, sharp smack right over anything you were wearing that day.

"yuji," you huffed, narrowing your eyes as warmth flooded your face. your body gave a tiny start at whatever he'd just done.

your pink-haired boyfriend would only grin, a mischievous glint in his eyes, his fingers lingering for a second too long to knead the flesh before pulling away. he loved how shy you got, how your breath hitched and your heart raced, knowing that while the world saw a polite couple, he was secretly claiming you right under their noses.

"whaaat, gorgeous?" he sang, shifting the shopping bags higher on his arms before flashing you a bright smile. it was gone in an instant as nobara wordlessly lobbed another bag into his already overloaded arms.

you’d glance frantically at your friends, terrified they’d notice the way your bottoms hitched up or the sound of the impact.

and the moment you were finally in private? the restraint completely vanished.

yuji didn't just greet you with a kiss; he greeted you with a loud, echoing crack as his palm collided with your ass. he loved the sound of it and the way your body jolted forward, quickly pulling you into a tight hug. but his hands never stayed on your waist. they would inevitably slide down the small of your back, cupping your ass and squeezing hard, pulling your hips flush against his.

whenever the kissing deepened into a heated makeout session, yuji’s hands became restless. he would bury his fingers into your asscheeks, kneading the soft flesh like dough, molding it to his liking. you’d moan into his mouth, your body reacting instinctively as you began to softly grind your heat against the bulge in his sweatpants. feeling your wetness through the fabric, his grip would tighten on your ass.

“you’re already this wet? did you miss me that bad? i know, i know, just be patient. i’ll give it to you, ‘kay? lemme just feel a bit more of you,” yuji would mutter against your lips, laughing softly as his fingers dug in deep, pushing you back against the couch.

this habit only intensified when he was in a state of relaxation. on the afternoons when yuji was lazily sprawled across the couch, limbs heavy and eyes half lidded, his favorite place for you to be was sitting on his lap with your back facing him. he loved the view from that angle. as you settled against his chest, your skirt would inevitably ride up, bunching around your hips and exposing the skin of your thighs.

from his vantage point, he could see the thin fabric of your lace panties stretched tight, curving perfectly over the swell of your ass. he’d let out a low, shaky breath, his hands immediately sliding under the hem of your skirt to feel the heat of your skin. he would spend minutes just staring at the way your cheeks filled out your underwear, his fingers hooking into the waistband to pull the fabric aside just enough to get a glimpse of the softness beneath.

“yuji!”

“can you sit on my face? please, baby? pretty please?”

his obsession reached its peak when he had you exactly where he wanted: sitting right on his face.

with your thighs squeezing the sides of his head, yuji’s world narrowed down to the scent of your arousal and the sight of your cunt hovering inches from his lips. even while he was busy licking and sucking you into a frenzy, his hands were never still. he kept them firmly planted on your ass, his palms rubbing circles into your skin or giving your hips a firm squeeze. occasionally, he’d reach up to give your tits a small squeeze, reminding you that every inch of you belonged to him.

one night, the air in the room was thick with the aftermath of their passion. yuji was exhausted but still wired, lying flat on his stomach with his head resting on your ass as you lay on your front. he used you like a living pillow, his heavy frame pressing you into the mattress.

as he shifted his head, his eyes caught the moonlight filtering through the blinds, illuminating your skin. and there they were. the faint, mottled bruises he’d left behind. some were a pale yellow, others a deep, tender purple, scattered across the plump curves of your cheeks like a map of his desire.

a smug grin spread across his face. he didn't move away; instead, he pressed a lingering, wet kiss right onto the center of a bruise, his tongue swirling over the mark. he reached up, his large hand cupping the bruised flesh and squeezing it firmly, making you let out a small, sharp squeal of both pain and pleasure.

“what was that for?!”

"still there," he murmured against your skin, his voice vibrating through your hips. he gave your ass another hard knead, his fingers digging deep into the muscle.

“yu, that hurts!”

“sorry, baby! you just look waaay too good like this!"

is this yuji enough fellas

making out with your favorite boy twt link

♯ megumi fushiguro x reader

the movie had been playing for nearly half an hour, but the plot had long since faded into a blur of colors and distant sounds. the flickering light of the television cast long, dancing shadows across the living room, but the only thing you were focused on was the heavy, comforting weight of megumi pinned against you.

he was sprawled on top of you, his chest pressing firmly against yours, pinning you deep into the soft cushions of the couch. what had started as a few soft, tentative kisses had spiraled into something far more urgent.

megumi wasn't usually the one to initiate with aggression; he was quiet, measured, and calm. but there was a hidden intensity to him, a desire that only came out when it was just the two of you. his hands, usually so steady, were trembling slightly as they slid beneath the hem of the oversized hoodie you were wearing. his hoodie. he had pushed the fabric up slowly, inch by inch, until it bunched right under your breasts, leaving your torso bare to the cool air of the room.

you let out a shaky breath, your skin prickling with anticipation. "gumi.." you whimpered, the sound barely more than a whisper.

he didn't answer with words. instead, he shifted his weight, his hips aligning perfectly with yours. he was still in his sweatpants, and as he pressed down, he began to slowly, deliberately grind his dick against your cunt. the friction of the thick grey fabric against the thin, delicate lace of your panties was just perfect, sending jolts of heat straight to your core and his.

"fuuuck..." he breathed, a quiet curse slipping through gritted teeth. his brows furrowed as his eyes flickered downward, lingering only a moment before returning to yours.

you gasped, slightly arching your back to meet him, your legs instinctively wrapping tight around his waist to pull him closer, wanting to erase every millimeter of space between you.

"you're so warm," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that seemed to echo in your chest. he shifted again, a slow, circular roll of his hips that made you moan a bit louder, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back, pulling him down.

"don’t stop— i’ve been thinking about this all day," you whispered, tilting your head back to give him better access to your throat. "please, megumi."

he let out a shaky breath, his composure finally beginning to crack.

one of his hands slid down from your ribs, tracing the curve of your hip with a possessive grip before slipping lower. he cupped the swell of your ass, squeezing firmly, pulling your pelvis flush against his hardness. meanwhile, his other hand wandered upward, his thumb grazing the underside of your breast, teasing the nipple until it peaked, sending a shiver through your entire frame.

"missed you all day," he confessed, his voice dropping to a needy, private whisper. megumi pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes clouded with a mixture of need and deep affection.

"i couldn't stop thinking about you. about how you'd look in my clothes.. about how you'd feel under me."

he leaned down, peppering a trail of hot, wet kisses along your jawline and down the sensitive column of your neck.

"you’re always so sweet to me," you breathed with a small giggle, cheeks warming ever so slightly.

megumi groaned, the sound vibrating against your skin.

“good.”

he shifted again, his grind becoming more insistent, more demanding. and while he was still maintaining that calm, steady rhythm, the pressure he was applying to your clit through the lace was becoming unbearable in the best way possible.

"is this okay?" he asked, his voice barely audible, though his hips didn't stop their slow, torturous movement

"it's perfect. don't stop," you pleaded, your hands slowly leaving his back and threading through his messy, spiky hair, tugging slightly to bring his lips back to yours.

when he finally kissed you again, it wasn't the soft kiss from before; it was deep and full of pure affection. his tongue quickly swept into your mouth, continuing to rub himself against you. simultaneously, he slid one of his hands upward from your waist. he didn't grip hard, but he settled his palm firmly against the front of your throat.

it wasn't a choke, nor was it meant to hurt; it was a grounding weight, a steady pressure that kept your head pinned back against the cushion. it was a silent, calm statement, a reminder that despite the chaos of the pleasure swirling around you, he was the one guiding this.

you let out a muffled moan into his mouth, your throat vibrating under his palm.

eventually, megumi broke the kiss, his breathing heavy and ragged. the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your neck traveled down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your lace panties.

“can i?”

“mmh..”

the corners of his lips lifted into a faint smile against you, lingering for only a second before fading into a soft, acknowledging hum. he didn't pull your panties off immediately; instead, he slid two long fingers underneath the lace, finding your soaking wet folds.

“you’re already so wet and all i did was kiss you, pretty.”

you let out a loud, sharp moan, your hips jerking upward. "d— don’t tease me."

"patience," he muttered, though he sounded like he was struggling with his own advice. he began to circle your clit with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure while his other hand moved down to grip your thigh, holding you steady.

“oooh god— don’t stop! ‘m so close, megs!”

"so sensitive," he let out a quiet snicker, the corners of his lips tugging upward. he silently reminded himself that he needed to start spending more physical time with you.

megumi continued to watch your face, then leaned down to kiss away the tears of pleasure pricking your eyes, a small huff slipping from his lips afterwards at the feeling of your hand rubbing his dick through his sweatpants.

“yeah? right there? tell me i’m doing good.”

“such a good boy for me! hah— god— i— i’m cumming—”

"there we go," he breathed against your lips, his hand slipping out from your panties within seconds as he finally reached for the drawstring of his sweatpants, determined to finally feel skin on skin.

SLAM!

the front door burst open with a loud crash, immediately followed by the unmistakable sound of two very familiar voices bickering at full volume.

"bro. i'm telling you, kugisaki! the spicy chips are objectively better than the honey butter ones!" yuji's voice carried through the house, full of unwavering confidence despite how ridiculous the argument was.

"shut up, idiot! the honey butter ones are a delicacy!" nobara retorted, her voice carrying through the house as she shoved past yuji, who was balancing an impressive number of snack bags in his arms.

“said no one ever in this entire fucking world.”

“itadori, you test my patience ev—”

they then stopped dead in their tracks, the argument dying instantly as their attention shifted towards you two.

the scene was incriminating: megumi half hovering over you, your hoodie pushed up to your chest, your legs still wrapped firmly around his waist, and both of you flushed and panting.

silence stretched for three agonizing seconds.

yuji’s eyes widened so much it was almost comical, his jaw dropping as he stared between the two of you. his gaze flickered to megumi, then to you, then back to megumi again, like his brain was desperately trying to process what he was seeing.

"FUSHIGURO?!" the pink-haired guy shrieked, his voice hitting a pitch only dogs could hear. "OHHOHO! MY MAN! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE LIKE THAT.”

nobara blinked, her expression caught somewhere between unimpressed and genuinely surprised. without saying a word, she reached over and snatched a bag of chips from the arm of yuji’s overloaded stash. she let out a dramatic sigh, followed by an exaggerated gag, as if she had just witnessed something truly unbearable.

"seriously. in the living room? have some shame, fushiguro. some of us wanted to actually watch the movie, not a live demonstration of your repressed horniness."

megumi narrowed his eyes a little, his face turning a shade of crimson that rivaled a tomato. he slowly let go of your hoodie and collapsed forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck with a long, muffled groan of pure, unadulterated embarrassment.

"jus’ get out," he managed to choke out, his voice muffled by your skin.

"WAIT. hold on!" yuji burst out, suddenly far more invested than anyone expected. his eyes practically sparkled with curiosity as he leaned into the situation.

"do we need to leave? should we go get dinner? do you guys need a room? ‘cause i can help you find a room!"

"ouuut," megumi groaned, dragging the word out in pure annoyance. he finally looked over at them, his expression cold enough to make the room go quiet (though he was very much embarrassed). after reluctantly moving away from you, he raised his hands into a familiar stance, making it very clear he was considering using one of his shikigami.

“bruh.”

as nobara hauled a laughing yuji away, she looked back over her shoulder, calling out one final remark before the two of them vanished down the hallway, "clean up your act, megumi! and put some clothes on her!"

the room fell quiet once again, the only sound being the faint roll of the movie credits playing in the background. megumi remained still for a long moment, his forehead resting against yours as he slowly caught his breath, neither of you rushing to break the silence.

"i’m never gonna hear the end of it," he whispered.

you laughed softly, your hand moving up to smooth through his hair. "at least now they know there's more to you than the grumpy version they see in public."

megumi groaned again, leaning down to kiss you deeply, though the mood had shifted from primal to something more playful.

"shut up. just.. shut up and kiss me."

i really needa write for yuji

the living room was dim, lit only by the flickering blue glow of the television and a few warm lamps. you were curled up on the sofa, halfway through some random movie you weren’t even really paying attention to, when inumaki finally emerged from his room. he’d been holed up in there for hours, and judging by the glazed look in his eyes and the slow, swaying gait of his walk, he was absolutely wasted.

silence followed him as he crossed the room, each step unhurried. his expression remained perfectly composed, but his eyes stayed fixed on you with an intensity that quietly demanded your attention. but before you could greet him, he dropped onto the couch beside you with a soft thump. the cushions shifted beneath the sudden weight as he wordlessly leaned into your side, letting out the faintest sigh.

"whoa, easy there," you snickered, shifting slightly to give him more room. "what's gotten into you? i was starting to think you'd died or something."

inumaki didn't answer. instead, he offered a lazy shrug, his shoulders rolling in an easy, unbothered motion before settling back in.

“is this mine?" the guy suddenly questioned, his tone laced with playful suspicion. his gaze dropped from your lips to the oversized hoodie draped over you, the familiar fabric making his grin widen slightly.

“what? no! well. hear me out—”

in a matter of seconds, and before you could give him a proper answer, his large, warm hands slid beneath the hem of your hoodie. at the touch, you gasped slightly as his palms made direct contact with your skin, sliding upward with confidence.

“you’re such a pervert. is this really the first thing you wanna do when you come out of your room?”

he didn't hesitate and curled his fingers around your tits, groping them firmly.

“mmm,” he hummed, squeezing the soft flesh and kneading them as his thumbs brushed over your nipples. you stiffened a little at that.

moments later, he rested his chin against your shoulder, completely at ease, and you couldn’t help but glance at him from the corner of your eyes. god, he seemed completely zoned out, his half lidded eyes fixed on the tv screen, though you could tell he wasn't following the plot of the movie at all. he was just riding the high, using your body as his personal stress relief. well, specifically your tits.

"toge? helllooo? earth to toge," you teased, nudging his shoulder with yours. surprisingly, he didn't budge, his grip only tightening as he pulled you closer against his shoulder, his breath smelling faintly of whatever he'd been smoking.

when he gave you no response, you let out a quiet sigh, deciding your words clearly weren’t enough. you reached up and ran your fingers through his soft, off-white hair, lightly scratching at his scalp in slow, soothing motions. the familiar texture slipped between your fingers as you searched for the spots you knew he liked.

and the reaction from him was instantaneous. inumaki’s eyes rolled upward for a brief second before fluttering closed completely. a look of pure, unadulterated relief washed over his face, his muscles slackening as he melted into your neck. a deep, guttural moan vibrated in his throat, sounding more like a purr than a human noise.

"mmm.. fuuuck," he breathed, his voice raspy and thick.

you couldn't help but laugh, clearly amused by how easily he'd reacted. "there you are," you teased. "i thought you'd turned into a vegetable for a second."

he shuffled a little closer until his face was tucked against the crook of your neck. a slow inhale followed, and despite the haze clouding his expression, a little giggle escaped him.

"sooorry, mommy.." he murmured, his voice dripping with a lazy, playful affection. "you just smell so good.. i can't help it. i’ve been thinking about this for likeee.. three hours."

you shot him an unimpressed look, complete with an exaggerated eye roll, but otherwise stayed exactly where you were. "you're a piece of shit," you muttered, the corners of your lips threatening to betray you. "now get off me. you smell like weed."

inumaki didn't move an inch. instead, he let out a little hum, his fingers pinching your nipple hard enough to make you jump. at the sound of you squealing, he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes heavy and hooded, a small, knowing grin playing on his lips. he knew exactly how much you liked the attention.

he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "leeeemme see your tits," he demanded. there was no question in his voice, only a lazy confidence that made it sound more like an order.

“what?!”

“hm? show me?”

you huffed out a light, nervous laugh. "in your dreams, toge," you murmured, unable to suppress a small smile. "go float around in your little cloud of weed and let me finish this movie." your hand wandered to his arm, giving it a gentle pat before resting there.

you didn't take him seriously. you thought he was too wasted to actually do anything beyond lounging on you. but inumaki was faster than he looked, even when high. in one swift motion, he gripped the hem of your hoodie and yanked it upward.

you gasped, your hands flying up to try and stop him, but it was too late. he pulled the fabric all the way up to your chin, exposing your bare breasts to the cool air of the living room. your nipples were already hard, peaking through the dim light, and you felt a rush of heat flood to your cheeks.

“inumaki! it’s too cold in here for this!” you squeaked out, making no attempt to pull down your hoodie despite your small protest.

his hands drifted along your sides, drawing an involuntary shiver from you as instinctively straightened your back, his eyes locking onto your chest. toge let out a low mutter under his breath, something that sounded like "fuck, you're so hot", his eyes widening just the slightest. and without warning, he reached out and clamped both hands over your breasts.

he didn't just touch them this time; he squeezed them hard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, kneading them with a possessive intensity that made you arch your back. he hummed, a deep sound of satisfaction vibrating in his chest, as he manipulated your tits, molding them in his palms.

"hey! i— i invited panda over for dinner, y’know. he can walk in at any moment!" you squeaked out, your face burning with embarrassment.

"my bad," he muttered, though his tone was devoid of any actual regret. the apology was a complete lie, and you both knew it. he didn't sound sorry at all; he sounded like he was enjoying every second of your flustered state.

“he’ll just get a great view thennn..” he sounded bored, almost teasing, as if he’d already planned to do it again.

you scrambled to pull the hoodie back down at his words, frantically tugging the fabric over your chest to hide yourself again. your heart was racing, feeling completely exposed and flustered.

“toge, i’ll literally kill you if we get seen like this!”

he let out a lazy chuckle, his hand slid down from your chest, bypassing your waist and heading straight for the heat between your thighs. he looked completely unbothered, a flicker of mischief in his eyes.

he pressed his palm firmly against your cunt, rubbing in a slow, rhythmic circle that made your breath hitch. he then leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear, voice dropping to a suggestive, curious whisper.

"hey.. you know, i've been wondering something," he breathed, his fingers slipping past the edge of your panties to find your wetness.

“mmmh.. what now, perv.”

"have you squirted before?"

how he has you minutes later: twt link

my inbox has been blowing up with ppl asking me to write for him…. r u guys satisfied ooorrr are we sliming me out lmk 🤔🤔🤔🤔

nanami sighed, the sound heavy and resonant in the quiet of the living room. you were draped across his lap, the fabric of his oversized shirt riding up to your waist, leaving your lower half exposed save for a pair of thin, pink cotton panties. your hips were angled perfectly for him, and your skin was humming with a fierce, throbbing heat.

smack!

you let out a sharp cry, your fingers gripping the fabric of his trousers. the sound of his palm meeting your flesh was loud, echoing through the room.

"kento! that hurts," you whimpered, your brows knitting together as you instinctively recoiled. he merely sighed, gently but firmly guiding you back into place as though your protest hadn't changed his mind in the slightest.

"i believe we discussed this, didn't we?" nanami’s voice was calm, devoid of anger but laced with a stern, unwavering authority. "the moment you step through that door, the frustrations of your café stay outside. yet, for five days straight, you've walked in here and projected your irritation onto me. i will not tolerate a foul attitude in my home."

"i can't help it!" you cried, your words barely audible through the cushion you had buried your face against. your vision swam with tears, warm droplets staining the fabric.

"he’s just— he’s such a prick, ken! he undermines everything i do, and i just—"

smack!

"your coworker's incompetence is not an excuse for your insolence toward me," he interrupted, his hand lingering on your asscheek for a moment, feeling the heat radiating from the skin. ever so often, he’d shift his weight, ensuring you were pinned firmly against his thighs. "now, are you going to continue making excuses, or are you going to apologize for how you've spoken to me this week?"

"i’m sorry," you mewled, your voice barely holding together. another wave of tears blurred your vision, spilling freely despite your attempts to hold them back. "i’m sorry, ken—”

smack! smack!

"ah!— easy!" you protested, letting out a small yelp as you instinctively tensed.

nanami didn't answer immediately. instead, he let his hand slide from your reddened cheek down to the center of your heat. and through the thin cotton of your panties, he began to rub you, his palm applying a slow, rhythmic pressure that made your breath hitch. the contrast was dizzying—the stinging fire on your backside and the sudden, mounting pleasure between your legs.

"you’re so worked up," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, becoming a low vibration you could feel against your hip. "your heart is racing. is it the anger, or is it this?"

you drew in a shaky breath, instinctively falling quiet as you tried to steady yourself through the pain.

smack!

“answer me, honey. don’t go all quiet on me.”

"both!” you squeaked, toes curling while you arched your back instinctively into his touch. "feels so good..”

"it feels good because you know you've been bad," he countered. not even a second later, he shifted his hand, hooking two fingers under the elastic waistband of your panties and tugged them aside just enough to gain access.

“what are you—”

a strangled moan left your mouth as he buried his fingers deep inside you without giving you any time to adjust.

“oooh fuuuck.. kentooo..”

you were already slick, your body betraying your frustration and turning it into raw desire. he moved his fingers with a methodical precision, curling them upward to hit the sensitive spot that made your toes curl and your vision swim.

"look at me," he commanded.

“i— i can’t—”

smack!

you yelped out his name once more and quickly twisted your head back, looking up at him through tear filled eyes. nanami looked down at you, his expression still stern, though his eyes had darkened with a hunger he usually kept tightly controlled.

"do you understand why this is happening?" he asked, his fingers continuing to pump steadily inside you, stretching you open.

"yes," you breathed, your voice trembling. "because i— i was mean! because i took it out on you!”

"correct."

he paused his fingers for a second, only to deliver one more sharp, stinging slap to your red ass. you shrieked, the shock of the pain causing you to clench around his thick fingers. "and since you're so stressed from work, i think it's only fair that i help you release all that tension. right here. right now, yeah?"

his thumb began grinding against your nub while his fingers worked deep inside your soaking wet walls.

"kento, please.. im gonna—“

"not until i tell you," he whispered, leaning down to press a firm, possessive kiss to the nape of your neck. "tell me you'll be a good girl tomorrow. tell me you'll leave that man's ghost at the door."

"i will! i promise!" you cried out, your hips bucking wildly against his hand. "i'll be good! just please, don't stop!"

nanami let out a small, satisfied hum, his fingers accelerating into a blur of desire and satisfaction.

"that’s my girl."

i need him so bad bro 🤤🤤🤤🤤 ok so basically ive been wanting to post this for a while but i never got to editing it BUT i finally have r u proud of me

♯ someone decides to call you during a rather inconvenient moment while you’re with bestfriend!megumi. you’re already planning to let it go unanswered, but megumi seems to have other plans. twt link

the soft, rhythmic creaking of the bed filled the room, its quiet groans blending with the hush of the late night and the air was thick with the scent of musk and sweat. you were pressed face down into his pillow, your hips arched high in the air, presenting your soaking wet cunt to him.

“you okay?”

“mmmhm..”

megumi wasn't rushing with you. he was taking his time, sliding his dick deep into you with a slow, agonizing precision. every time he pushed forward, he hit your cervix, forcing a sharp, high pitched squeal from your throat. he had one heavy hand pressed firmly against your spine, pinning you down, while the other gripped your hip, bruising your skin.

"you like this big dick stretching you out, pretty?" he murmured under his breath, his voice warm and hushed, briefly catching your eyes as you leaned your head back. the corners of his lips lifted into a faint smile at the sight of your expression, withdrawing almost entirely before slamming back in, burying himself to the hilt. "is it better than your boyfriend's?"

"megumi! oooh fuck— you’re in so deep,” you whimpered, your voice muffled by the pillow.

"not gonna answer me?" he scoffed, deliberately waiting for the inevitable complaint before he picked up his pace just enough to make your insides quiver. "i asked, is he as big as me? does he make you dumb like this?"

"ohmygod! no— god, no—" you squealed, your hands tightening around the dark sheets as he hit that sweet spot again.

through the otherwise quiet night, the vibration of your phone on the nightstand suddenly meddled with the sound of wet slapping flesh. the screen brightened, your boyfriend's name filling the display and, for a moment, you could only stare, your breath caught in your throat.

"shit— megumi," you gasped out, your eyes widening as your boyfriend's name illuminated the screen once more. "he’s calling!" you pulse spiked, panic settling like a weight in your chest while your mind scrambled for what to do next.

megumi didn't stop, however. if anything, he pushed deeper, his dick pulsing inside you. "answer it."

"what? are you crazy?! n— no!— i can't!"

"i said answer it," he countered. and when you hesitated, his free hand shot up, winding tightly into your hair and yanking your head back off the pillow. the sudden movement forced you to look up at him, your eyes wide and glazed with need and fear.

"pick up the phone or i’ll make sure i fuck you riiight at his front doorstep next time,” he muttered calmly, the certainty in his voice unmistakable, leaving no room for discussion.

you whined softly at his words, muttering a small, "shut up," before your trembling fingers reached out to swipe the screen and bring the phone to your ear. “h— hello?" you managed, your voice trembling slightly as you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to steady yourself.

"hey, babe," your boyfriend greeted you, his voice light and casual through the speaker. "just got back from the gym. sorry if i sound out of breath. what’re you up to?"

at that exact moment, megumi shifted his weight. while he continued to slide his dick in and out of you with a slow, rhythmic grind, his hand reached around, his long fingers finding your clit. he began to rub it vigorously, circling the sensitive nub with a cruel, expert precision.

"fuck—" you choked back a moan, turning it into a cough.

"babe?" your boyfriend repeated, a hint of concern slipping into his voice when you didn’t answer right away. "you okay? you sound.. out of breath. were you working out or something?" he let out a small laugh, treating it like nothing more than a strange coincidence.

the slightest curve appeared at the corner of megumi’s lips, gone almost as soon as it arrived, though the amusement in his expression was unmistakable. he leaned down to press a sloppy kiss on your neck, his fingers pressing harder into your clit which just made your thighs tremble further.

"i’m— i'm just— hah! cleaning my room," you lied, your voice pitching higher as megumi suddenly drove his dick deep, bottoming out inside you. "i'm just— it's a lot of work, y— y’know?"

he leaned closer to the phone, though he didn't speak yet, just watching your face crumble as you tried to maintain your composure—to no avail.

"you sound weird," your boyfriend said, his voice growing more cautious. he paused for a moment, listening closely before asking, "are you crying? what happened?"

megumi’s fingers flicked your clit sharply, and you let out a loud, unmistakable moan that echoed through the line.

"what was that?" your boyfriend demanded, the casualness in his voice disappearing instantly. there was a sharp edge to his tone now, like he was replaying the sound in his head. "who the fuck is with you?"

you opened your mouth to lie, but megumi was faster. he reached over and snatched the phone right out of your hand, and without any hesitation, he brought the device closer to his lips while he gave one deep thrust that left you whimpering and shaking.

"she’s busy," he said, his voice flat and dripping with arrogance. you felt yourself trembling with both pleasure and dread for the aftermath you'd have to deal with.

but before your boyfriend could say another word, let alone question why the hell he was there, megumi abruptly ended the call and threw your phone across the room.

“megs— are you serious?!”

“very serious, beautiful.”

he gripped your waist tight and flipped you over onto your back, positioning your legs so they rested on his shoulders.

"now," he huffed, gently slapping his dick on your cunt.

“where were we?"

sheee nooot leeetttting uuu fuuuhhhuuckk 😂😂😂😂

"you seemed so friendly today," he whispered, "so open. i wonder if you were thinking about how much you wanted this while you were flirting with him."

“i wasn't flirting, suguru— please," you whined, your voice muffled by the pillow.

"i don't care what you call it. you still let him get too close." he pressed the head of his dick firmly against your entrance, but made no effort to slide in. "now, fuck yourself. move back onto it on your own. i want to see you take it."

you hesitated, glancing back at him just long enough to catch the slight furrow of his brows and the subtle narrowing of his eyes. he groaned a little at the sight. god, you looked like such a mess. "it huuurts! you're too big, just push it in—"

the sound of his palm connecting with your ass echoed through the room, making you gasp and arch your back instinctively.

"did i ask for your opinion?" suguru hissed, his voice devoid of its usual calm. "i told you to move. do it, or i'll give you something real to complain about."

tears pricked your eyes, but the sting of the slap had awakened a desperate need in you. shaking, you shifted your weight, sliding your hips backward. you felt him slide in slowly, the girth stretching you wide, filling you completely. you then let out a choked moan, your fingers clutching the pillowcase.

"thaaat’s it," he murmured, the anger in his voice giving way to quiet satisfaction. "that’s my girl."

as you continued to move, backing up onto him in slow, tentative rhythms, suguru began to meet you. every time you retreated, he gave a gentle, shallow thrust, teasing you, making you crave the depth he was withholding.

eventually, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, a rhythmic, wet thud that drowned out everything else. the long-haired man had you pinned face down, your tits crushed into the pillows and your hips hoisted high in the air, leaving you completely exposed to his wrath.

he was pounding into you with a relentless, punishing pace. each thrust was deep and hard, bottoming out against your cervix and sending waves of pleasure and pressure through your entire body. you were whimpering now, loud, uncontrolled moans escaping you as you shook under the force of his assault.

his fingers were dug deep into the soft flesh of your hips, bruising your skin as he anchored you in place, ensuring you felt every single inch of his girth bottoming out against your cervix.

"still thinking about him?" suguru groaned, his voice a low, dangerous rasp against the shell of your ear. he slammed into you again, the impact jarring your entire frame.

"tell me— while i’m fucking you like this, are you still thinking about how close he was to you?"

"no— god— suguru, please!" you cried into the pillow, your voice muffled and desperate. your body was shaking, your internal muscles clamping tight around him with every heavy thrust.

“i— it was never like that!”

“yeah?”

“uh huh!”

"just answer me," he commanded, his tone cold despite the heat of their bodies. he pulled back nearly all the way, teasing your entrance, before driving himself back in with a violent surge that made you squeal. "who do you belong to?"

"shit!— you— i'm yours, sugu— only yours!" you yelped out, your fingers clawing at the bedsheets.

"uh huh, that's right baby."

he shifted his grip, moving one hand from your hip to the small of your back. suguru pressed his palm firmly against your spine, forcing you to arch your back even further, tilting your pelvis up to create an even steeper, more vulnerable angle. the change in position allowed him to hit that sweet spot with pinpoint accuracy, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"oh god— r— right there!— suguru!" you gasped, your hips instinctively bucking back against him, trying to swallow him whole.

the sound of you pleading only seemed to fuel him. suguru let out a grunt, pounding into you now, his movements much more primal and possessive. the wet, slapping sound of his balls hitting your ass echoed through the room, a constant reminder of how thoroughly he was dominating you.

as he leaned closer, his long hair slipped over his shoulders, feathering gently against your spine.

"you love it when i’m like this, don't you?" he panted, his breath hot and ragged. "you loooove knowing that i can do whatever i want to you."

"yes— yes, i do! pleeease— you’re so big!" you whimpered out, your face sinking into the pillow as he reached down, his fingers briefly threading through your hair, gently urging you to stay where you were.

“you can take it, baby.”

“f— faster! mmmh— i’m sososo close! don’t stop!”

he didn't need to be told twice. suguru gripped your waist with bruising force, pulling you flush against him as he delivered a series of rapid, shallow thrusts that built the tension to a breaking point, before slamming deep one last time.

he held you there, pinned and trembling, as he felt your walls begin to spasm in a violent orgasm.

"thereee we go" he hissed, pressing a sloppy kiss to the back of your neck, "lemme feel your pretty cunt squeeze me while you remember exactly who you belong to."

as you came, suguru let out a loud, guttural groan. he drove himself in as deep as possible, his dick pulsing as he filled you deep inside with hot, thick cum.

"is this what you wanted?" he asked moments later, letting out a quiet scoff as his palms moved slowly along your sides in an attempt to soothe you, his eyes glued to your figure that stayed motionless on the bed, "to be used like this? to have me remind you who you actually belong to?"

“i missed your dick,” you murmured, squirming around a bit.

“you are so stupid.”

okay now omw to respond to the megumi stuff in my inbox because ik some of u don’t play abt this man 😭😭😭😭

he’s summoning my boy mahoraga 😭😭😭 that would be his last damn straw

nah but in all seriousness, megumi doesn't strike me as the type to blow up or let his emotions completely take over, especially over something as serious as relationships.

he's definitely a little smug about it though LMFAO like wym youre worrying about your stupid boyfriend?? not in an arrogant, over the top way, but in the subtle way where his wording makes it painfully obvious he thinks your plan is objectively stupid 😭😭 he’s blunt, matter of fact, and annoyingly reasonable, which somehow makes it even harder to argue back.

you lay stretched out across megumi’s bed, the sheets still faintly warm from where he’d been earlier. your head rested on his pillow, legs tucked loosely together as you watched him at his desk. the rapid clicks of his keyboard filled the quiet room while his shoulders stayed relaxed, eyes locked on the screen.

you, on the other hand, had been silent for a while, just observing the way his fingers moved and the subtle shift of his posture when something intense happened in the game.

somewhere between watching him effortlessly dominate the game and absentmindedly listening to the clicks of his controller, your mind wandered. and to what exactly? well, the guilt had been gnawing at you for weeks. every moment with him, every time you let him bend you over his desk or fuck you senseless on his bed, your boyfriend was none the wiser.

you swallowed hard, voice coming out smaller than you intended. “megumi.. i think we need to stop. y’know?— the fucking, the sneaking around, all of it. i can’t keep doing this.. at this point, the guilt is eating me alive.”

you huffed, burying your face a little deeper into his pillow before glancing back at the back of his head. it smelled just like him. hm.

his fingers paused mid keystroke. the game kept moving on its own for a second before he resumed playing. he didn’t turn the chair around, instead, he stayed facing the screen, head tilted just enough that you caught the edge of his profile.

“okay,” he said, voice low and even. “if that’s what you want, pretty.”

you let out a quiet groan at the nickname, dragging your hands over your face in a futile attempt to hide the warmth creeping into your cheeks.

he glanced over his shoulder, eyes meeting yours for a brief moment. a small, almost-present smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before it vanished just as quickly. he looked back at the game, shoulders still relaxed.

“i meeean.. i’ve seen you cry over that guy like ten times,” he continued, tone calm. “but the only time you cry with me is when you’re taking this big dick.” his gaze flicked to the monitor again, then back over his shoulder. “funny how that works.”

your stomach flipped. heat crept up your neck as you shifted on the sheets.

megumi kept his eyes mostly on the screen, speaking without turning fully. “he even makes you split the bill on dates, right? i’ve heard you complain about it so many times. meanwhile i’m the one making sure you’re fed, making sure you cum until you can’t think straight, and you still go running back to him.”

“you know i could treat you better.”

the memory of last week hit you hard; your boyfriend forgetting your anniversary while megumi had spent the entire night between your legs, tongue working you over until you sobbed his name. the contrast burned. (read this!)

megumi’s fingers tapped against his keyboard. “so if you really want to stop, fine. i’ll respect it. but don’t pretend it’s because he’s better for you. we both know that’s bullshit.”

his eyes flicked down to the hoodie you were wearing, then back to the screen. “by the way, you’re in my bed and in my hoodie. not his.”

and with that, you knew you'd made up your damn mind about him.

yo i had wingstop a couple mins before answering this and lemme tell u 🤤🤤🤤

♯ looks like everyone else is running a little late for dinner.. oh well! guess that leaves you alone with toge inumaki. surely nothing could go wrong, right? twt link

the living room was quiet, save for the occasional chime of notifications from their phones.

you were sprawled out comfortably, lying on your stomach with your hips resting right across inumaki’s lap. it was a familiar, cozy position, and you were completely absorbed in your screen, scrolling through a group chat with the others who were supposed to arrive for dinner any minute.

inumaki, however, wasn't nearly as focused on his phone. he held the device in one hand, but his gaze kept drifting downward. and to what you may ask?

well, from his vantage point, the hem of your skirt had ridden up, leaving the soft curve of your ass exposed and tantalizingly close. he swallowed hard, his throat tight behind the high collar of his uniform. he shifted slightly, the friction of your body against his thighs sending a jolt of heat straight to his dick.

just as you started to shift, preparing to roll over and ask him if he thought the others were running late, you felt it.

a warm, broad palm slid beneath the fabric of your skirt, pressing firmly against the center of your panties. you froze, your breath hitching in your throat.

"toge?" you gasped, your voice laced with surprise.

he didn't answer with words, (duh, inumaki’s a cursed speech user), instead, he let out a low, affirmative hum, his fingers beginning to rub slow, deliberate circles over your clit through the thin lace. the sensation was electric, catching you completely off guard. you tried to push yourself up, but inumaki’s other hand came down firmly on the small of your back, pinning you down against his lap.

his eyes flicked toward the front door in a swift, practiced motion, checking that the door was still closed and no one lingered in the hallway. once he was certain you both were alone, a newfound urgency crept into every movement. he wasted no time in reaching under the waistband of your panties, hooking his fingers into the fabric and sliding them down and away, leaving you completely exposed to the cool air of the room and the heat of his touch.

"oh god— really? right here?" you breathed, your face flushing a deep crimson. "toge, someone could walk in."

inumaki just responded with a soft, playful huff, his eyes shimmering with a mix of mischief and desire.

"okaka,” he gave a small, indifferent shrug, lips barely twitching.

he used his hand to spread your thighs wider, opening you up completely, and you couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed by the vulnerable position you were right now. though, he didn't waste another second, splaying his entire hand and pressing his palm flat against your soaking wet cunt. he groaned a little by how wet you already were and began to rub you with all four fingers, sliding them in a broad, sweeping motion across your clit and your sensitive folds, circling it with a pressure that made your toes curl.

"mmmh.. right there.. good boy," you sighed, arching your back and pressing your heat deeper into his palm. "toge, that feels.. so good.."

he hummed again, a vibration you could feel against your hip, and then he pushed. one finger slid inside you, followed immediately by a second. he didn't stop at the entrance, no, he drove them deep, burying both fingers all the way to his knuckles in one fluid motion.

"oh my god! shit!" you cried out, a loud, unrestrained moan escaping your lips. the sudden fullness was overwhelming, hitting that soft spot inside of you with a precision that made your vision blur. "toge— mmmh! couldn’t you have warned me?!"

a barely perceptible stiffness settled into inumaki’s frame. you didn't notice, not with how fleeting it was, but the noise had shattered the lounge's silence, far louder than it had any right to be. his violet eyes flicked towards the door as he imagined their friends walking in on this scene. well, he couldn't tell you to be quiet in his normal voice without risking a catastrophic command, but he had no choice. he didn’t want to get taunted by his friends for this. not again.

he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, and whispered a single, focused command.

"be quiet."

the power of the cursed speech hit you like a physical weight. suddenly, your vocal cords felt locked, the loud moans dying in your throat. you tried to gasp, to tell him how good it felt, but all that came out were soft, pathetic whimpers and shallow breaths.

inumaki seemed satisfied with the silence and began to pump his fingers in and out of you, the rhythm fast and relentless. he hooked his fingers upward, scraping against the sensitive walls of your cunt, mimicking the motion of a dick. his dick. well, he wished it was.

"mmmph— ttt— haaa!—" you whimpered, squirming in his lap. your hands clenched the couch cushions so tightly your knuckles turned stark white, your nails threatening to pierce the fabric, as you chased the orgasm he was building inside you.

he let out a small sound, a soft 'salmon', as he felt your internal muscles clenching tightly around his fingers. knowing you were close, he increased the pace, his thumb grinding harshly against your clit while his fingers continued to hammer deep into your core.

you were shaking now, your entire body vibrating with the effort of trying to scream through the curse. you could only let out high-pitched, muffled whines, your hips bucking wildly against him as you finally peaked, your walls pulsing rhythmically around his hand in a crushing, wet release.

inumaki, however, didn't stop until you had completely gone limp, your breath coming in ragged gasps. he slowly withdrew his fingers with a wet pop and reached for the tissue box at the center of the coffee table, cleaning you up with a tenderness that contrasted the aggression of the last few minutes.

as the initial waves of your orgasm subsided, you remained draped across his lap, your body still humming with residual electricity. the silence of the room felt heavy, charged with the scent of your arousal and the lingering weight of his command.

“bonito flakes.”

"hmmm?" you hummed, your eyelids falling shut with a slow flutter, your mind still wrapped in a lingering haze.

“suck my dick.”

this was lowk short asf plz don’t slime me out 😭😭😭😭 also why are there little to no fics of this freak!!! and i PROMISE ill get back to my bff megumi fics just let ya boy write a bit of angst first…..

the lighting in megumi’s bedroom was dim, save for the harsh glow of his phone screen and a couple of desk lamps that cast long, flickering shadows across the floor. you were stripped bare, save for a pair of black nylon thigh highs that hugged your legs, digging slightly into your skin. you felt exposed, the cool air of the room hitting your damp skin as you straddled the thick, silicone dildo propped up on the carpet.

you were on your knees, leaning forward with your palms pressed flat against the floor for support. your back arched, creating a tempting curve that highlighted the contrast of the thigh highs against your skin and your cunt began to stretch wide as you slowly lowered your weight onto it.

megumi, on the other hand, sat just a few feet away, leaning back on his elbows, holding his phone steady to capture every angle of your vulnerability. he looked completely unfazed, though his dark eyes were tracking every twitch of your muscles. his dark, spikey hair fell over his eyes, partially obscuring his gaze and leaving half of his face veiled in shadow. it gave him an air of detached mystery, though the way he held his phone, steady and focused, showed he was paying very close attention to every detail.

"you’re hesitating," megumi remarked, his voice cool and flat. he shifted his position, the phone camera zooming in on the point where the dildo disappeared into your soaking wet folds. "you know, if we're doing this for the money, you can't look like you're scared of it. you have to look like you’re enjoying it.”

"i’m not— i'm just.." you whimpered, your voice trailing off as you began to lift and drop your hips. the friction was intense, the girth of the toy hitting that soft spot with every downward thrust.

"just what? flustered?" he let out a small, petty huff of a laugh. "it’s just a piece of plastic, but you're reacting like it's the real thing. if you can't even handle this, how the fuck are you going to take my dick?"

your face flushed a deep crimson, the heat radiating from your cheeks down to your chest. you let out a flustered whine, shifting your hips to settle deeper onto the toy. "shut up, gumi! don't say stuff like that," you whimpered, though you didn't stop moving.

"why not? it's just a question," he muttered, adjusting the camera to get a closer shot of where the dildo disappeared into your soaking wet folds. "put some effort into it. move your hips more."

"besides, im tryna give you motivation. now, lean forward more. arch your back. i wanna to see more of your ass while you ride it."

you groaned, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. you began to bounce, the rhythmic slapslapslap of your thighs hitting the base of the toy filling the quiet room. you focused on the sensation, the way the dildo filled you completely, stretching you wide.

suddenly, you felt a large, warm hand wrap around your hip, pulling you firmly against him. you jumped, a small shriek escaping your lips as megumi reached out. he didn't stop recording with one hand, but with the other, he began to grope your ass, his fingers kneading your soft cheeks with a possessive grip.

"megumi!" you gasped, your rhythm faltering.

"stay focused," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. smack! he delivered a sharp, stinging slap to your right ass cheek, the sound echoing in the room.

the sting sent a jolt of electricity straight to your clit. you let out a loud, uncontrolled moan, your hips picking up speed. you started riding the dildo frantically, your tits bouncing with every downward thrust.

"thaaat’s it," megumi whispered, his eyes narrowing a little as he watched your pussy grip the toy. he slapped your other cheek, harder this time, leaving a faint red mark. "look at you. so desperate for a little bit of attention. you look like a total slut for the camera."

"i— i'm not— mmmh! shit!" you were losing it, the combination of the stretching fullness and megumi’s touch pushing you over the edge.

as the orgasm hit, your internal muscles clamped down hard on the silicone. your body shuddered violently, and you let out a loud, broken cry, your voice echoing through the room.

"megumi— oh god, megumi!"

you collapsed onto your elbows, panting heavily, your pussy glistening and open, leaking clear fluids onto the floor. you stayed there for a moment, panting, your chest heaving as the aftershocks of the climax rolled through you. slowly, with a wet, suctioning sound, you slid off the dildo, your pussy glistening and open.

megumi didn't put the phone away, though. instead, he crawled forward, bringing the camera inches away from your dripping cunt, capturing the way your folds twitched and leaked.

"fuuuuck.. that's so hot," he breathed, his voice raspy. he looked up from the screen, the shadows of his hair still dancing across his eyes, but the intensity of his gaze was unmistakable. he didn't move to help you up, instead, he shifted his weight, the heavy bulge in his sweatpants brushing against your hip, reminding you exactly how hard he was.

"you look like a complete mess," he murmured, though his voice lacked any real judgment. it sounded more like a compliment. "absolutely drenched."

“yeah, well, i wonder why.. this better earn us quite the money, fushiguro.”

megumi let out a low, humming sound in his throat. "well, i don't think i can just sell this video. i might have to keep a copy for myself. now.. i think it's time i get what i want."

“you’re so greedy,” you giggled.

how he had you later that night.

i need a bf that cosplays so bad. ANYWAYS!! more bestfriend!megumi because WE #wantdat

satoru didn't look like the class genius right now. his glasses were pushed up haphazardly on his head, his white hair a mess, and his eyes, those piercing, crystalline eyes, were narrowed with a cold, focused irritation. he stood over you, his silhouette looming large against the living room light, while you lay sprawled on the couch, completely exposed and trembling.

he didn't waste time with gentleness either. the moment he snatched you into his dorm room, he had grabbed your thighs, hauling your legs back with a sudden, forceful jerk. your knees were shoved up toward your chest, satoru pinning your lower body in a position that left you wide open and utterly vulnerable.

"a seventy," he spat, his voice low. "i have never seen a number that low on a piece of paper in my entire life. do you have any idea how pathetic a seventy is for me?"

"t—toru— i’m—"

"shut up," he groaned, his voice thick with a mix of anger and lust. "you spent the whole night distracting me! every time i tried to focus on the molecular bonds, you were touching me, whining for attention, making sure i couldn't think about anything but how much i wanted to fuck you dumb."

there was nothing rhythmic or sensual about his thrusts. it was a pounding, punishing pace. he hammered into you, his hips colliding with yours with a loud, wet slap that echoed through the room. each thrust was designed to drive the point home, hitting your cervix with a blunt force that made your vision blur.

"i— i'm s-s—" you tried to choke out an apology, but as he lunged forward again, the force of the impact snapped your head back. the words died in your throat, replaced by a high-pitched, broken moan.

"you’re what? you’re sorry?" satoru sneered, leaning down so his face was inches from yours, though he didn't stop the brutal assault of his hips. "sorry doesn't fix my gpa, baby. sorry doesn't erase the fact that i failed to maintain my perfect streak because you couldn't keep your hands off me."

he gripped your thighs tighter, his fingers digging into your skin, bruising you as he held you locked in that folded position. he accelerated, his cock sliding in and out of your soaking pussy with a violent friction. god, the sound was graphic; the squelch of lubrication and the heavy thud of his body slamming against yours.

"aww, look at you," he cooed, watching your face contort in a mix of pleasure and overwhelming intensity. "you love this, don't you? you love knowing you ruined my grade, and now you get to take my big dick for it!"

you tried to speak again, your lips trembling, wanting to tell him how much you loved him, how sorry you were, but every time you opened your mouth, he delivered another blow. you voice was reduced to incoherent whimpers and shattered breaths. you were shaking, your muscles twitching under the onslaught of his pace.

"i’m going to make sure you remember this every time you think about distracting me again," satoru groaned, his pace becoming frantic, almost feral. “you're going to take every inch of this, yeah? you're going to feel exactly how pissed off i am."

he let out a low, guttural growl, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, and more violent. he was bottoming out inside you, stretching you to your limit, driving you deeper into the couch. you could only cling to the fabric of the cushions, your fingers clawing at the material as you were bounced relentlessly.

"tell me," he commanded, his voice straining as he neared his peak. "tell me you're a distraction— fuck!— tell me you're a little brat who deserves to be fucked like this.”

you tried to scream it, to give him what he wanted, but a particularly deep thrust hit a spot that sent a jolt of electricity through your entire spine. your eyes rolled back, your jaw dropping open in a silent scream of ecstasy as your walls clamped tight around. as he slammed into you again, the impact sending a shockwave through your core, you managed to find a sliver of your voice.

"t— toru— please," you whimpered, your head tossing from side to side on the cushion. "slow— slow down— mmmh! please, just a little—“

satoru let out a small scoff, his cock buried deep in your soaking heat. he looked down at you, seeing your flushed face, your blown out pupils, and the way your body was trembling under his weight. a slow, smug grin spread across his lips, and he let out a soft laugh that vibrated in his chest.

"slow down? y’want me to slow down, angel?" he echoed, his voice a raspy, dangerous purr.

he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, and let out a small, needy moan that shifted into a pathetic, high-pitched whimper. the sound was jarring coming from him, a brief lapse in his control that only highlighted how much he was enjoying this.

"you think i’m done with you already?" he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

"i’m just getting started,” he snickered once more upon your disheveled appearance, “a seventy is a disaster, and you're going to feel every single point i lost."

without warning, he gripped your thighs even tighter, hauling your knees even closer to your chest until you were practically folded in half. he didn't slow down, instead, he shifted his angle, driving back into you with a renewed, savage intensity.

the sound of his hips slamming against yours returned with a violent slap, the wet squelch of your pussy gripping his thick dick echoing through the quiet room. he began to hammer into you again, faster than before, his movements relentless.

“satoruuu!—” you yelped, crying out, “you’re so— nnghh!— so big— don’t stop! pleasepleaseplease—”

"beg me to slow down again— i dare you," he whimpered, his voice thick with arousal as he pounded into your cervix.

"i wanna hear you beg while i fuck the apology right out of you."

second post of the day because i just HAD to write for this man 👅👅👅 he is irresistible.

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 pleasure 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."

the soft glow of your phone lit the room as you lay sprawled across the bed, one leg bent beneath the blankets while your thumb mindlessly flicked from one post to the next. you’d barely register anything you’d looked at in the last 20 minutes, your thoughts drifting elsewhere every few seconds. to him.

megumi had only been gone a few days, called away on an extensive mission that had kept him out longer than either of you had expected. you were used to missions, they came with the territory, but that didn't make the apartment feel any less empty while he was away.

the quiet click of the bedroom door pulled you from your thoughts and you looked up immediately.

a little paler than when he'd left, megumi stepped inside, looking every bit as worn out as you expected. his uniform was wrinkled, his hair a mess, and the exhaustion on his face was impossible to miss. even standing in the doorway, he looked like he was running on whatever little energy he had left, the tension evident in the slow rise and fall of his breathing.

a smile found your lips before you could stop it, greeting softly, "hey, gumi..”

he lingered by the door for a moment, eyes finding you almost immediately. "hey," his voice was quieter than usual.

for a split second, something softened in them. there was a flicker of need, small enough that anyone else would've missed it. it vanished just as quickly, hidden beneath his usual calm expression. the moment passed almost as quickly as it came.

“..i’m gonna change,” he murmured.

you nodded. “take your time.”

a minute later, he stepped back into the room wearing a loose black shirt and sweatpants. his damp hair clung slightly around his forehead, evidence he'd at least splashed some water on his face before changing. he tossed the crumpled uniform over the back of a chair before making his way toward the bed.

he looked more comfortable. still exhausted. the mattress dipped as he sat beside you.

you smiled to yourself, resisting the urge to immediately throw your arms around him. you’d missed him more than you cared to admit, but one look at him told you he probably needed a second to simply breathe. so you let him, your attention drifting back to your phone.

a few quiet moments passed. then you felt yourself slide ever so slightly across the mattress. you frowned.

another gentle tug. looking down, you found megumi’s hand resting against your waist, fingers hooked in the fabric of your shirt. he wasn't pulling very hard, just enough to coax you closer to him.

there wasn't any urgency behind it either. he wasn't trying to drag you over, just patiently encouraging you, inch by inch.

you blinked at him.

"what’re you doing?"

he stayed quiet.

instead, he gave your side another small tug.

"gumi?"

only then did he look at you. the exhaustion lingering in his eyes somehow made them softer, less guarded than usual. "..c’mere.”

you giggled quietly. "i am here."

a tiny sigh escaped him, one that sounded almost amused despite how tired he was. he shook his head once. "..no."

his gaze dropped to his lap before lifting back to yours. "here."

realization dawned on your face. "..oh."

a grin spread across your lips. “you've been trying to pull me onto your lap?"

the faintest hint of color dusted his ears. "..maybe."

"you know," you teased, setting your phone on the nightstand, "you could've just asked."

"i did."

"barely."

“you gonna sit or not?”

despite your teasing, you shifted over without another word, carefully settling onto his lap.

the moment your weight rested against him, his hands instinctively found your waist, adjusting you just enough so you were comfortable before letting out a slow, tired breath.

his shoulders noticeably sagged. like he'd been holding himself together all day and had finally been given permission to stop.

a quiet breath escaped him as he rested his forehead against your shoulder, his eyes slipping shut.

"there," you murmured, slipping your fingers into his hair. "better?"

"much."

his hands ran up and down your sides, absentminded and comforting. it had only been a few days, but now that he was here, you realized just how much you'd missed touching him, running your fingers through his hair, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, knowing he was safe.

"missed you," he admitted, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

“i missed you too."

the room fell quiet again.

you couldn’t help but lean down and give him a quick kiss despite the silence. he answered with another, lips parting slightly before pulling back. his palms slid around your waist, fingers spreading wide as they traveled down to grip your hips.

"your skin feels good," megumi said against your mouth. "missed touching you."

“yeah? thought of you every night, gumi. wanted you home so bad..”

another short kiss. then a longer one where his tongue brushed yours briefly. his hands moved again, one staying at your hip while the other slipped higher under your shirt, tracing the curve of your side.

you shifted and he pushed the fabric higher, exposing more skin as his fingers trailed up to brush the underside of your breasts. the slight friction sent a small jolt down his spine.

"shiiit.. right there, pretty," he breathed when you started rocking your hips slowly. the thin cotton of your panties rubbed against the front of his sweatpants, and he could feel himself hardening beneath you. "yeah, keep doin’ that.. feels too good."

you ground down again, a little firmer this time, and megumi groaned softly into the next kiss. short pecks alternated with deeper ones as his hands roamed freely, squeezing your hips, sliding back to your ass, cupping your chest through the loose shirt.

"god, you're so soft," he groaned into the kiss, his hand shifting to give your ass a gentle, playful smack. the sound echoed in the quiet room, making you gasp, which only seemed to encourage him. he smacked you again, a bit firmer this time, before kneading your backside like he was trying to mold you to his body.

"you’re getting hard already," you giggled between kisses.

the sensation of your panties against his sweatpants was agonizingly perfect. you could feel the thick, hard length of his dick pulsing beneath the fabric, straining against the waistband of his sweatpants.

"can’t help it," he replied, voice a bit rougher now. "not when you're moving like that on my dick."

his thumbs circled your nipples through the fabric while his other hand dipped lower, fingers tracing the edge of your panties before returning to your waist. another grind made him twitch, and he pulled you closer for a messy kiss, tongues meeting briefly.

"don’t stop," megumi urged. "wanna feel you like this.. all of you."

you ground down harder, a slow, circular motion that had him arching his back, a low moan escaping his throat. his hands flew back down to your ass, gripping you tightly and pulling you flush against his erection. you rolled your hips once more, the friction building steadily against his growing erection. he nipped at your bottom lip, hands never still, sliding around your back, lifting your shirt again to run his palms up your sides and over your chest.

"love how you feel on me," he said quietly. "grinding on my dick ‘nd shit.. keep going."

short kisses punctuated every movement, turning into longer, hungrier ones as you continued the slow rhythm. his hands stayed busy, gripping, stroking, occasionally pushing the shirt higher so he could touch more of your bare skin.

"tired as hell but i really can’t get enough of you," megumi muttered against your lips, giving your ass another sharp smack, the sting mixing with the pleasure of your bodies rocking in sync. his name slipped from your lips in a breathless gasp, earning nothing more than an amused purse of his lips.

♯ let's see what our sorcerers have to say . . .

୨ৎ film me

୨ৎ treat you better

୨ৎ pick up

୨ৎ missed you

୨ৎ better than him

୨ৎ kiss me

୨ৎ distraction

୨ৎ bikini shopping

୨ৎ be quiet

୨ৎ geeked

୨ৎ mine

୨ৎ spanking

୨ৎ tits or ass? ass.