unfortunately a pretty boring group of wannabe nuns is all you've got. you're not quite sure how you ended up being hand-picked to become an angel, your life was anything but 'pure' so there had to have been a mix up in the middle of the stairs.

so you find small fragments of enjoyment elsewhere..and it just so happens that each one causes trouble. pairing the clown and the girl in hysterics outside the circus together was hilarious, had to spend a week renewing your training with the new recruits though.

however your latest and most severe punishment yet comes from trying to accessorise. you put rosary beads around your ankle and they deemed it disrespectful—apparently that was the last straw, all your offences have added up and now you're 'on break' which is a nicer way of saying suspended.

thought they'd let you treat this like a holiday? of course not. you've been temporarily placed in client relations—the complaints, feedback, and requests are what you're stuck handling now.

common occurrences like 3 arrows connecting or someone not getting along so well with their partner are all that pass your desk for a while—until a letter from an annoyed "ryomen sukuna" arrives.

FROM : RYOMEN SUKUNA

TO : CUPID'S ANGELS

I AM NOT INTERESTED IN YOUR SERVICE!!! STOP SHOOTING ARROWS AT MY BACK THE NEXT ONE I PULL OUT I WILL PLANT IN YOUR SKULL

is what you were able to decode after several minutes of squinting at the page, his handwriting near illegible.

still an interesting case nonetheless, about time something out of the ordinary was delivered. you can tell the man's determined—not only judging by the tone of the letter but also the fact he's able to remove the arrows himself.

you've never seen anything like this, and as much as you'd love to stash it away and keep it all to yourself, unusual matters like this are handled by the higher-ups. it's not like you'd be able to think up a solution anyways.

off it goes with a simple flick of your wrist, floating up towards your superiors. you've been sat on the same cloud for hours and your workload's not getting any smaller. every time you finish up with one, two more come through. sort of starting to regret your rebellious behaviour now..

you're stamping what feels like your thousandth letter of the day when you feel a light tap on your head. naturally you turn to look behind you, and in doing so you're only reminded of your solitude. nothing and no one is around except for a few doves in the distance.

what you do spot however is a letter you're about to lose, falling through the cloud you're on. the adrenaline in your body kicks in and you manage to grip the corner of it between your fingers, avoiding a tiring chase for the thing.

FROM : RYOMEN SUKUNA

TO : CUPID'S ANGELS

I AM NOT INTERESTED IN YOUR SERVICE!!! STOP SHOOTING ARROWS AT MY BACK THE NEXT ONE I PULL OUT I WILL PLANT IN YOUR SKULL

whats this doing back here? looks like there's a note attached too..

"letting you give this one a try, 6 of our angels already came back weeping.. find a way to solve this and you can go back to matchmaking <3"

as if your current punishment wasn't harsh enough they've now dumped their dirty work on you. it's not like you aren't intrigued, but 6 angels? you've got more of a backbone than the rest, sure—but what kind of monster do you have to be to make half a dozen of them sob?

you sigh, knowing you haven't got a choice in this matter and there's nothing to do but find out.

—

KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK KNOCK!

you didn't get off to a good start at all. for one, the flight down was tiring—it always is, but that's besides the point. it also took you an extra half hour to find his place since his apartment building could double as a maze.

already frustrated, you raise a hand to knock for a second time, but you're stopped by the door opening a crack. it starts to shake and you hear a gruff voice behind it, "damn things jammed again.." the man grunts, giving it a few kicks.

the door finally swings open and you see whatever light he had left in his eyes fade the second he realisies what's in front of him. "not another one." he groans.

he leans against the doorway, the tattoos plastered across his chest stretching, "go on, spit out whatever practiced speech about the 'importance of love' you have prepared."

"was i supposed to prepare a speech for you? don't remember seeing that requested in the letter.." you throw his words right back in his face.

"no i just—just come in." he sighs, turning his back to you and holding the door.

you take slow steps down the hallway, scanning the place—definitely looks like he lives alone. empty cans piling next to the sink, pair of boxers on the floor, a poster of a girl in a bikini on his bedroom wall.

light bulbs go off in your head upon seeing it, "why don't i find her for you? seem to be into her if she's got a spot on your wall." you say, pointing at the poster.

"she's on my wall cause i wanna stroke my dick from time to time, not marry the chick." his voice echoes from the living room.

"o-kay." your eyes are as wide as saucers making your way back to him, starting to understand why the others didn't take a liking to him.

he's spread out on the couch, legs apart and arms behind his head. you'd think he'd at least have the courtesy to put a shirt on in the presence of an angel? nope.

you take your seat on a nearby stool since the wings on your back do more harm than good, preventing you from resting your back against anything. clearing your throat you prepare to try and reason with the arrogant man, "so listen, i can't move on until i've helped you."

"then help me. take me off whatever list you've got up there." he says it like it's no big deal.

"it doesn't work—"

"—doesn't work that way." he interrupts by finishing your sentence, raising his voice up a few octaves to mock the other angels. "yeah i've been told. find a way to make it work or get lost."

"i can't 'get lost.'" you hold up air quotes, getting increasingly frustrated at how cocky he's acting.

"what do you mean you can't? your 'friends' were out of here within an hour, what makes you so special?" he questions you, his eyebrows furrowed.

letting out a heavy sigh you unwillingly start to explain, knowing it's best to get it over with. "it's a long story, they're basically making me do this as some sort of punishment—even though they won't call it one." your distaste towards your current lifestyle unintentionally starts to slip from your lips.

"wo-ow!" he cackles, "they sent the naughty angel to deal with the big bad wolf, never knew those existed."

you roll your eyes in response, irritated with the walking inconvenience in front of you who's treating you like a piece of gum on the sole of his shoe.

he lifts himself off the couch and stands, still chuckling to himself about his own joke. "got here a little late, no? how about you come back tomorrow when you've found a solution."

"told you already i can't go back." you spit at him.

"not my problem." he says, making his way down to his bedroom and kicking the door behind him.

but he's yours. unfortunately.

with nowhere else to go you try and get yourself comfortable on the squeaky couch, thankfully he's quite the large man so you aren't struggling for space.

there's no blanket in sight so you're forced to freeze, broken window behind you isn't helping your situation much either. you cope by laying there and badmouthing him in your head, occasionally muttering the word 'asshole' every time a strong breeze blows through the glass.

-

when sukuna—who is half awake, opens his bedroom door to find an angel sprawled out on the couch his soul nearly leaves his body.

in his state of pure terror he instinctively jumps backward, knocking over a lamp in the process which causes you to zap awake, if that wasn't enough he also starts screaming at the top of his lungs. "YOU CANT DO THAT!.. thought i was fucking dead!"

a part of you wishes he was. it'd be the quickest way to solve this issue, the only thing preventing you from doing so is the fact that you'd just end up digging yourself a deeper hole—one full of fire. "good morning to you too." you say, your voice groggy.

"when did i tell you that you could move in?!" he grumbles, rubbing his eyes.

"well did you expect me to make a blanket out of newspapers and sleep outside your door?" you retort.

you don't manage to get another word in with him bursting into a fit again. "GO HOME!—or—wherever you belong!.."

"i'll keep your suggestion in mind." you say with the most sarcastic-looking smile on your face, "speaking of moving in, i think it's time you fixed that window—for my sake."

"what, also want me to provide a complimentary breakfast buffet and room service?" he replies, his tone nothing but snarky.

"a spare pillow and my own towel would be great too, thanks." you add.

"get fucked."

most of your conversations follow that exact pattern over the course over the next few days, little bouts every now and then before he kicks you off of his couch to watch TV or leaves the apartment to do god knows what.

no chance in making any conversation, after all you tire him out with your endless begging and propositions "ever tried tinder?" , "don't you ever go out to the club? there's lot's of pretty girls there." and all you get back is some variation of 'no.'

it's not like you're itching to go back to your old lifestyle, spending a few days in his apartment (which he cleaned up after some more nagging) has made you miss simple living even more now that you've got a taste of it again.

which is weird, you never thought you'd miss doing dishes or eating borderline cardboard for breakfast. looks to you like they've accidentally sent you on a free vacation—even though your 'hotel' is more of a shabby motel it's a vacation nonetheless.

unfortunately nothing in your life stays this quiet for long.

"sukuna! look! the girl walking her dog, isn't she cute?" you call him over, nearly hanging out of the window he finally got fixed.

"mnot mmy type." he mumbles with a mouth still stuffed with food that he doesn't care to finish before speaking.

"you haven't even seen her."

he shrugs and starts walking over to you, "'mm, i just had a feeling i wasn't gonna like her."

"what about the one in the suit—over there!" you point to the opposite end of the street, "corporate woman, should know how to put you in your place."

sukuna's looking out the window this time, but it's still a hard 'no.' that word seems to be all that comes out of his mouth nowadays. turning his focus to you, an idea pops into his head—a bad one. "what if i pick you?"

you waste no time in shutting him down. "can't do that." you explain, already dreading the pointless interrogation that's coming.

"why not? y'know.. you're kind of useless. first you can't figure out a way to let me live my life in peace, then you used all your efforts to find me a match and when i pick one you can't do shit for me." he rambles on.

"i'll get fired is why. already died once so i don't think this gives me some sort of magical chance at a second life, i'll probably just die right here and fall out of your window." although you aren't 100% sure on what will happen, you give him your best guess and don't sugarcoat anything.

"said it just to piss you off.. didn't want your whole sob story. i'll give it to you though, touched my heart a bit that one." he pokes the side of your arm, his lips curling up into a grin.

"shut up." you groan, stepping back from the window and moving to sit on the edge of the couch.

"so what can you do? from what you've told me it sounds like close to nothing. do they even let you have sex up there?" he asks, a look of genuine interest on his face.

despite his question not having a certain 'intent' to it, you still feel your heart speed up and the blood in your body rush to your face. "not like we have the time or the place to." you say with a shaky voice, eyes turned away from him.

"this topic too 'impure' for you?" he jokes, not catching wind of your inner turmoil—doesn't take him long to do so though. it's obvious with the way your thighs are pressed together, how your ability to go back and forth with him has just vanished all of a sudden, and the biggest tell tale sign of all—your wings.

they've closed in on you like a blanket and the ivory feathers aren't so uniform anymore, as if you've lost control over them.

"oh."

your eyes are shut tight, and when you open them again you find him looming over you. "don't have much of a poker face, do you?" the heels of his hands rest atop the frame of the couch at either side of your thighs.

a wing moves to cover your face from him, unable to think with the noise of your heart pounding in your chest you do the only thing you can and shield yourself.

"didn't know you could ever get so quiet, if only i'd known sooner what shuts you up.." he pauses and lifts a hand to lower the wing guarding you, the feeling of his fingers brushing it has you swallowing down a whimper.

nothing slips past him, he still notices the way they quiver at his touch. "needy girl. if you want it so bad come take it." he leaves your side to plop down on the couch, fingers playing with his waistband as he looks up at you, his head resting on the frame beside your hands.

it's just not fair how a simple string of words has your pussy throbbing, turning around to look at him doesn't help much either when he's got a perfectly sculpted body and a v-line you'd do anything to lick. "don't write any letters to me after this." you say in a playful tone, masking the nervousness you feel.

once you're in front of him he wastes no time and tugs down the long skirt you're wearing, letting it pool at your ankles.

and before you know it that's not the only piece of clothing missing. you're more focused on the feeling of his lips on yours and his cock getting hard under you rather than where your bra and panties could be.

the hands resting on your hips pull your body away from his, a string of spit still connects the two of you before he speaks "up." he says with a nod of his head.

you comply, using your wings to float over him. he quickly tugs his sweatpants and boxers down in one go, freeing his aching cock that you gape at. the sheer size of it combined with the red angry tip nearly has sweat already running down the back of your neck.

"gonna get all shy on me again?" he smirks, gliding his fist along it as you stare.

you roll your eyes at his words, "keep talking and this'll be on that bucket list of yours forever."

"who says i haven't fucked an angel before?" he says, trying (and succeeding) to get a rise out of you. being petty is a habit of yours that has remained unchanged in both life and death, so naturally you attempt to glide away from him in an attempt to get him to stop with his provoking comments.

he reaches over and grabs a hold of your hips before you can get too far, "i'm kidding, i'm kidding. cmere." he chuckles, pulling you down so you straddle his thighs, the head of his cock resting against your stomach.

the sight has a lump forming in your throat, if you somehow didn't think his dick was big before, you know it now. seeing how deep it'll go inside you has your pussy clenching around nothing.

sucking a sharp breath in you sink down onto his cock, nails digging into his shoulders feeling him stretch your cunt out inch by inch.

"easy now, wouldn't wanna send you back in two." he snickers and starts slooowly gliding his left hand up your ribs, sending a shiver throughout your body, leaving goosebumps in it's wake.

with his dick over halfway inside you and lathered with your juices you're finding it much easier to move, starting with slow rolls of your hips. sukuna's eyes are glued to your chest, really paying attention to how gravity affects the rest of your body. "i ever tell you that they're pretty?"

"gonna put a picture of me on your bedroom wall next?" you hum, the sultry tone in your voice impossible to miss.

the faster you bounce on his cock the more that idea doesn't seem so wild to him, "y'know i just might." he unconsciously pulls his lower lip between his teeth as his eyes wander down to where your bodies meet, watching your cunt practically swallow his dick whole.

and feeling it too, the feeling of your tight walls wrapping around his shaft is somewhat addictive. he can't get enough—just needs more.

as you're savouring the pleasure you find in moments where your clit brushes up against the trail of pink hairs on his abdomen, sukuna's greed starts to show. his hips buck up to meet yours a tad too soon, "f-fuck!" you cry out.

"m'sorry, m'sorry, keep at it." he says, giving a light tap to your ass that for some reason makes your pace quicken, as if he's flipped a switch in your brain.

you don't think on it too long, or rather you can't. not with your thighs starting to burn, the burst of ambition from just moments earlier quickly starting to dissipate as you feel the ache in your muscles.

but you still keep at it for as long as you can, moaning loud enough for the neighbours or even the whole floor to hear for something to distract you. you swear you can feel his dick grow harder inside you with every "sukuna.." you breathe out.

with your pace eventually starting to stutter he leaves little margin for error, "cmon angel, you can do better than that." and delivers a sharp slap to your ass that landed harder than expected.

it only slows you down more, legs instinctively trying to close in on eachother at the feel of the harsh sting.

"look like you need some help." he doesn't give you the chance to answer, his words turning out to be more of a warning than an observation as he repeats his earlier actions and starts fucking up into you.

using his own raw strength to hold you up, he holds a tight grip on your waist—so tight that there are bound to be imprints of his fingers left on your skin.

can't say that it doesn't turn you on even more, your pussy is practically gushing all over his dick at the thought of it. "mm, sukuna s-slow dowwnn." your voice shakes due to the force he's using to bounce you up and down.

your pleas only egg him on further, his pulsing tip twitches upon hearing your breathy voice and he starts slamming his hips into your sopping cunt at an unthinkable pace, "s-shit.." he groans, unknowingly sliding his hand up to your wing.

it sends a ripple through your body, already left a mumbling mess on top of him you can't do anything but whine, you feel the coil in your stomach tighten and tighten, until it just snaps.

the feeling of your walls clamping down on him has him throwing his head back against the frame of the couch, his adams apple bobbing in his throat as he tries to hold himself back and fuck you through your own high.

despite his efforts he can only manage a few more thrusts before he's shooting his cum deep inside your pussy, chest heaving as he attempts to catch his breath.

the two of you lay there for a long while, but it's not long enough.

-

the next morning you're awoken to the sound of light knocking at the front door, quite surprising that knocking of all things woke you when there's a man snoring like a truck under you right now.

you walk over to it in shorts and a t-shirt you don't remember putting on yourself last night, and upon opening it you're faced with the only thing that could ruin your mood.

an angel.

"hi! they sent me down here to tell you that you can return, it's nearly been a week and they didn't want to keep you any longer. also said that you'll be in client relations for another week but after that you'll be good to go!" she speaks with a high pitched voice, one that's insanely annoying for this hour of the morning.

"mhm. yeah ill be up soon i just uh.. need to fix myself up." you stretch your limbs, feeling your muscles ache.

she pouts, "he giving you trouble? the other angels told me he wasn't the nicest to be around."

"something like that, yeah." you grumble before slamming the door in her face.

you change back into the clothes you were wearing when you first arrived, splash some water on your face and mess with your hair a little, not bothered with putting that much effort into your appearance right now.

as the lock on his front door turns you debate on saying something to sukuna before you leave. yes those few days were great, the best you've had in years—but you aren't one for sappy goodbyes. it's a shock that it even crossed your mind.

yet on the journey back up and on a cloud stamping letters it's even stranger that he's all that's on your mind.

days go by and nothing changes, still sorting through letters with him poking at your brain, inserting himself into your thoughts like some kind of parasite.

stupid of you to think that he was irritating before because he's even more irritating now, just reminding you of what you once had while you're stuck in your own version of purgatory.

of course the bastard has to go and make it worse.

INQUIRY (MARKED URGENT)

FROM: RYOMEN SUKUNA

TO: CUPID'S ANGELS

just curious would it kill your kind if you were shot with an arrow just curious though

p.s — might solve the issue i wrote to you about earlier so don't keep me waiting

a/n : this took me so long for no reason blubblub but its finally done!! i rlly enjoyed writing this one despite my lack of motivation to finish it LOL

a sukuna oneshot was due for his best concubine @yoonsucks .

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With a soft hum, you turn around and strip yourself of your current top, tossing it elsewhere as you prep your new shirt for your body. Unbeknownst to you, Suguru's on his end losing his mind.

That natural curve in your spine, the very simple sight of your bra from the back—all things he's seen before, yes, but the sight never fails to turn him all the way on. His hips are lifting into the curve of his palm before he even realizes it and he's starting to fully rub against his erection now.

By the time you get your new shirt on and turn back around to face him and show him, his eyes are rolling back a bit and a soft curse is hissing out of his throat at the sight. Luckily enough for him, the phone doesn't pick it up.

"See? Isn't it cute?" You ask sweetly, causing the twitching head of his cock to drip all ludicrously against the fabric of his boxers. He almost has to shove his fist into his mouth to stop himself from groaning again.

Clearing his throat again, "Mm.. mhm, yeah." He huffs out all too breathily. Suguru swallows thickly again and he's really a few seconds away from tugging his cock out and jerking off right then and there but, he doesn't want to be rude (yet). "Would' look cuter on my bedroom floor right now but, I digress."

You could feel heat creeping up to the surfaces of your skin and your eyes wander to the side all shyly before you lean toward the phone, unintentionally giving him a gorgeous view of the way that top frames your tits. "If you want me to come over, just say that." You chuckle, biting back a bashful grin.

Suguru lets his head lull back and then a sly smile spreads out across his lips, "I can't wait that long."

"I knew it," You're scoffing almost instantly. You had a feeling he'd been turned on from the moment he got on the initial call with you but now it was more apparent than ever. Picking the phone, "So what do you want me to do then?"

"Just..." He trails off for a second to bite his bottom lip, having released his fully hard cock from the confines of his sweats and grown surprised at how much of a mess he's made of himself already. "Hah, just keep talkin'." Suguru requests all heavily.

You pause for a moment just to drive him all the more insane and then with a click of your tongue, you prop your phone back up and shrug, "Only if you show me-"

You barely get to finish the rest of that statement before he's turning up the brightness on his phone and propping the device up perfectly, using your room lighting to illuminate his widely spread legs and fat cock resting against his abdomen now.

Your voice gets caught in your throat and you almost choke at the sight. "W-Well shit, someone's eager." You murmur, trying to play off your increasing embarrassment. Had your rambling really gotten him that hard? You hadn't even said anything remotely worth growing aroused, in your opinion anyway.

Suguru parts his legs a little wider and you watch his thick fingers wrap the drooling slit of his tip before spreading the mess of precum all down his veiny shaft and letting out a pretty groan of relief under his breath. "All 'cause of you, yeah," He says softly.

To which you roll your eyes, "Oh please, you're just a perv."

"Am I?" Suguru replies, squeezing his hand around his cock before giving himself slow upward tugs with a little roll of his wrist. You could just barely see the way he was smirking and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes again.

"I'd say yes but, I think you'd like that too much, Sugu." You hum instead, tilting your head as all thoughts of your previous haul go flying out the window. Who could think about clothes when they had the prettiest cock displayed to them in such a slutty fashion?

Suguru chuckles, "You've got me all figured out, huh?"

His hand tightens around his shaft, thumb flicking against that one sensitive vein he knows you've got memorized in that filthy head of yours—mimicking the way you typically handle his cock to get him off properly.

Still watching him with unmoving eyes, "I think so, yeah." You say in an all too soft voice. He could tell he was starting to affect you now, even with your bottom half out of view, Suguru would bet everything that your thighs were all tightly clenched together.

"Yeahh?" He purrs out in response, cocking his head to the side as his hand picks up the pace just a bit, "Well, I think I've.. shit, I've got you figured out too."

"Bullshit." You breathe out all too quickly.

Yeah, you weren't fooling anyone, especially not him.

Smiling now, "Really? So, you're not enjoying this?" Suguru begins to tease, removing his hand from himself and letting his dick twitch in the air for a moment. He was torturing himself on purpose, just for the sake of your entertainment.

You watch greedily as more slick oozes out of his bobbing tip, saliva unknowingly welling up against the caverns of your mouth. It's slow but, eventually you remember to respond to him, "I.. I didn't say that."

"You didn't say you were either," He points out, lifting his hips a little just so you could watch the way his cock sways all heavily in the air—throbbing and desperate for some more attention.

Your thighs do, in fact, draw closer together and you even end up picking up your phone and moving over to lay on your bed. "And I'm not going to," You tell him.

Suguru groans and quickly brings his hand back to his wet dick, giving himself barely enough stimulation at each syllable that exits those saliva-slicked lips of yours. "You should, it'd help me cum faster," He argues hoarsely.

You roll your eyes and almost deadpan into the camera, "You're gonna cum quick no matter what I do."

It's then that Suguru starts laughing genuinely, despite the quick strokes he's gifting himself with his hand. You even watch him thrust up into his hand while his brows meet slightly before he says, "It's so fuckin' cute when you try to act like you're the one in control."

The scoff you release is almost immediate, "I'm not acting, I-"

"As if you're not the one.. mmgh, finishing first every time we fuck. Making the prettiest lil' mess around me every single time." His head falls back, lengthy black locks splayed all out against his shoulders and chest, also falling back with the angle of his head.

Then, he rolls his neck a bit just to make sure you see him looking directly at you, his hand moving a lot quicker along his shaft now, "Hell, as if you're not sitting there fighting the urge to stuff that pretty pussy with a finger or two just from watchin' me." He says bluntly.

Your face heats up instantly and a response falls flat on your tongue as your brain scrambles for something equally as filthy to say in response.

Before you could get the chance, Suguru's shaking his head and slowing his hand down as he meets the hefty base of his cock, "That's all it takes for you anyway," He murmurs, shooting a messy glob of spit down onto his tip and moaning at the contact.

"Aren't you the one getting off on my voice right now?" You breathe out, shifting against your bed and trying to ignore the gradual soak of your panties.

He smiles all too cockily for your liking and slips his hand upwards again, the sound catching on the line and hitting your ears way too moistly for your liking. With a downright nasty schlickk, you sit there watching and listening to him jerk off like some kinda professional, "Aren't you the one who asked me to show you the way I get off to your voice?" He points out.

You force yourself to glance away before you start drooling and whisper, "Stop deflecting, Suguru."

"Aww," He coos in a tone condescending enough to make your cunt throb and your thighs clench together even tighter. "Stop acting like it doesn't turn you on, pretty girl," He fires back.

Your eyes slowly trail back to the phone and his cock is all but glossed over in the prettiest mix of cum and saliva now, glistening in the camera and gorgeous enough for you to pull your lower lip in between your teeth.

You always hated loved how Suguru had the prettiest cock you'd ever laid eyes on. From the length, to every curvy vein, to it's sinful thickness and weight-, you could go on about the things you loved about his dick. But what always made it worse is the fact that he knows how to use it.

And acts like it too.

Even so, you harmlessly scoff and say, "...I'm gonna hang up." Slowly enough for him to fight back another laugh.

"And leave me all hard like this?" He teases, grinning knowingly. "Look at it, princess. Look at how needy I am for you, c'mon," Suguru challenges all of a sudden. He quickly earns your undivided attention and could practically feel your eyes traveling the length of his cock, "I dare you to hang up and leave me to tend to alll of this by myself."

You go silent and just watch him jerk off to your staring now, hearing his breathing grow heavier and watching his hips begin to lift as he thrusts into his hand.

"Yeahh, that's what I thought." Your friend chuckles out, "Now..." He pauses with one tighter grip on his shaft and stuffs down a heavy groan. "Lemme see how.. mgh, fuuck... lemme see how soaked my girl is over there."

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"You…wanna help me with my porn? By fucking me on camera?" you carefully ask, making sure that you're not hallucinating or you didn't mishear her.

Your man's twin sibling rolls her blue eyes at you as if what you just said was so utterly stupid. "No, ya dummy! Weren’t you even listenin’ to me? I said I’d record your video for your horn-dog fans since my stupid ass brother won’t."

She stands over you with her iPhone while you sit on her bed covered in a hot pink comforter, very confused and very naked under your pink robe. "You're gonna help me record...with that?" You point at the very thick 9 1/2-inch dildo sitting at the foot of the bed.

She nods, grinning those perfectly white teeth at you, like this plan isn't totally fucking insane. "Yeah! Don’t worry, I’ll just act like I'm fucking you and never go inside…without your permission. If ya want me to fuck you with it, I can—"

"No, no, are you crazy?!" you scoff, tightening the rope around your body. "That’s called cheating, Suki ! I’m dating your twin brother!"

Suki Gojo, who has always been able to get whatever she wanted with one flip of her long, white hair and bat of her blue eyes, gives you a sour face. "Duh. I know that, dummy. But if you want it to seem real, I’m just sayin’—"

"Stop talking. It’s bad enough you even came in Satoru's bedroom while I was about to record. So embarrassing."

Once Satoru, your longtime boyfriend, had left to go to class and left you to your own devices as he usually did since he gave you a key to his place, you figured that you'd stay and record a custom paid video for your page since you didn't feel like going back to your dorm to do it.

Now you're glad you didn't because Suki's set-up is a lot better than yours: special lights to turn the room shades of pink, red, and purple; stuffed animals set up on the bed; a tripod facing a backdrop where she takes her sexy photos for her fans, her many wigs and costumes seen hanging up on hooks.

You're just not overjoyed that she decided to walk in on you while you were in Satoru's bedroom about to play with one of your trusty dildos for the video, your legs spread in front of your phone sat against the pillows. "Oh, would you pipe down with that?" she tuts. "I’ve seen pussy before, silly! And you’re talkin’ to a pro OF girl."

She gives you a wink that you pretend doesn't make her stomach flip flop. Suki's attractiveness is a thorn in your side, but it's a given since she's a Gojo. Her and Satoru are by far the finest people on your university's campus, but total opposites. While Suki is out-going and the life of the party (and quite the girl to get around), Satoru is quite, reserved, and extremely nerdy.

Suki has tried to hook you before with her pretty smile and flirty talk, but in the end, Satoru was the one to charm you. But that doesn't mean Suki has stopped her flirting. She hasn't tried anything with you, but you would be lying if you said you hadn't fantasized about your boyfriend's sister.

"It’s not about that. It’s about the fact that I’m dating your brother," you firmly say, scowling up at her. Suki sighs, crossing her arms over her chest, squishing her tits together. "Oh, yes…my brother who won’t fuck his pretty cam girl GF on camera for her followers and help her rack up more money. No support."

"That’s not true! Satoru is VERY supportive of my camming business!" you protest. But even as you say it, deep down, you don't feel like it's quite true. Especially lately.

Ever since you revealed to your boyfriend your camgirl side hustle on top of your main job at a cafè where you two met, Satoru has shown to be an accepting boyfriend. He even lets you record in his room when he isn't here, turned on by the idea of you playing with yourself in his bed.

Satoru has proven himself to be a freak underneath the glasses and smart talk which is why you figured recording your custom video with him wouldn't be too farfetched. He's always loved that freaky shit, including watching your videos, so he wouldn't be too disturbed by helping you record a video of you getting fucked on his fat dick without showing his face, right?

Turns out he was. "I-I don’t know about this, Y/N. I mean, everyone would see my penis!"

He sat beside you on the edge of his bed, shirtless and in his Spiderman boxers. You sat next to him in your hot red bikini, smelling of suntan oil and sunscreen. Suki invited you over for a dip in the pool, but while she lounged outside, you took that advantage to sneak away with Satoru for some "fun".

"Only people who can afford to pay for the video. You’ve fucked me on camera before, haven’t you?" Satoru blushed at the mention of the many times you've recorded you two fucking on his phone, but only for his private file.

"Yeah, but those are private! I never posted them! Not to mention that you’re doing this for a bunch of guys." He scowled behind his glasses at the idea.

"Not true," you argued, "I’ve got female fans too and they wanna see you fuck me too!" Your fans are all aware that you are taken, but many of them are so fucking freaky that they love the idea of Satoru fucking you on camera for them. It hasn't happened in a livestream (yet), but you figured a video couldn't hurt.

Plus, it would finally help you possibly break into the top five list of cam girls. The way you've been trying to do for months now!

But judging by Satoru's disturbed expression and discomfort, you knew that wasn't going to happen. "I just…I don’t like the idea. Can’t we just make love like normal?"

Now it was your turn to give him a scowl. "When? How? We haven’t had sex in weeks! Not since you started taking more classes." Though it was the fun, Satoru has started taking classes to get a headstart on credits for next year on top of his paid internship at a science lab.

Your man is a very busy bee and though you're happy for him, you're not exactly ecstastic that his plans have cost you your sex life. He turned to you then, looking irritated behind his glasses. "And you think fucking on camera is gonna help with that?"

You ignored the edge in his tone and the sting in your chest. "I think we need to find some solutions to keep the sex between us. You said yourself that you like the idea of people watching us fuck!”

But your boyfriend shook his head, standing up and pulling on his pants before you could wrap your arms around him like you wanted to. It stung even worse. “I just...can’t. It’s too weird for me. I’m not a cam boy.” He turned to you as he pulled on his Talk Nerdy To Me shirt. “I gotta go to class soon. Be here when I get back?”

You didn't even reply; just gave him a nod and pulled your robe on while you sat there, trying not to simmer with irritation or cry. But it was quite hard. When Satoru finally left, you took matters into your own hands and set up your phone to record.

You took off your robe, stripped off your bikini, and got your 6-inch dildo out that you planned to use with your boyfriend for foreplay. Now that that plan went down the fucking drain, you pressed record and used it on yourself, teasing your body with the toy and some coconut oil to make your skin nice, slick, and shiny.

You moaned as you teased yourself, the feeling of the toy gliding against your skin. You were just gliding it down between your thighs as your eyes fluttered shut, still hyper aware of you being on video...but not being watched.

You just barely had the you against your pussy before you were rudely interrupted. “My, what a performance! You sounded so sexy, babe.”

You opened your eyes and stared into blue ones by the door. Suki stood there, arms crossed and smirking in her bikini and sunglasses. “Jesus, Suki!" you shrieked, tossing the toy away and closing your robe. "W-What are you doing?!”

Suki smirked, stepping into her brother's room without being invted in. “I was worried you were sick or somethin’ Makin’ all that noise. Now I see that I was wrong.” She took off her shades and her blue eyes rolled over your body, making you feel hot enough to need a cool dip in the pool. “I heard everything. If he won’t help you make your video, I’d be more than happy to take his place.”

You blinked at her, sure that you misheard her, but her suggestive, glossy smirk said otherwise. “W-What?! What the fuck are you talking about?!”

Suki snorted, hanging her shades off of her cut-off shorts. “Relaaaax, cutie! I meant helping you film! You’ve got the top OF girl in the business lookin’ right atcha! So why the hell not?”

And Suki was right: she is the top OnlyFans model on the site. Having been doing it for six years, Suki Gojo has proven to be the apple of all of the horny community's eye with her long, flowing hair, perfectly toned body, sexy moans, and cocky yet sexy personality.

So you agreed to take her 'offer', leading to being in her bedroom now while your boyfriend is out of the house. But all you want is for her to help you with your content. NOTHING MORE. “All I want is to get in the top five," you firmly tell her. "If you’re gonna talk bad about my boyfriend and not help me out, I'll just leave."

You size her up with a steely stare while she stares back, looking taken aback at your seriousness. “Jeez, fine. You’re lucky you’re hot when you get all feisty.” She smirks as you pick up the 9-inch dildo that she convinced you to use.

You try not to think about her using it on herself while you hold it, gulping hard at its thickness. You're sure she's also used it on her collab partners, having seen a few videos of her fucking pretty girls into the bed with her strap...accidentally, of course.

Suki takes her phone and holds it horzontically as she adjusts it on her tripod. She convinced you that her phone camera was much clearer to record you with. "Lie on the bed just like that," she instructs you as you lay on your butt against her Kuromi and cherry-shaped pillows. "Maybe widen your thighs a bit more.”

You do so, your face hot and skin prickly as she watches you spread your legs, glad that your bikini bottoms are there as cover. Your tits aren't as lucky, nearly spilling out from out of your robe. "And….action!” Suki announces before she presses record.

As soon as you hear that little ding of the play button, you plaster on a seductive smile and stare dead at Suki's phone. Not at her. “Hi, guys. Thank you for clicking on this little video. So you’re here to watch me get fucked on a fat dick, huh?”

You take the dildo and start to peel your bottoms aside, but Suki stops the recording.“No, no, no!” she tuts. “That’s too much too soon! Ease into it. Tease ‘em.”

You scowl at her, confused and irritated that she ruined your first cut. “Okay…how?”

Suki smirks, happy to show you her expertise like you're her new student “You should save the dildo for after you do your little intro. Then take it out…slowly tease your body…and then give ‘em what they want. Try again."

Though you roll your eyes, you do as she instructs, saying your little slutty intro before you slowly take the dildo out and tease yourself with it. You stroke down your neck and the valley of your breasts; between your tits; over your stomach and thighs. Then you finally begin to rub it against you over your bottoms, still teasing, still nervous from Suki's laser hot gaze on you.

You aren't usually bothered by anyone's eyes on you. As a camgirl, you have to be comfortable with being watched. But Suki's ocean-blue eyes are just too electric. Too molten. Too hot as they cut into you, switching between you and her phone to record you. “You know, this would do you numbers if you live-streamed it. Especially if we collabed.”

Her words stump you, making you stop with the dildo head just pressed against your fabric-covered slit. “I…never thought about it.” Collab? With her? Suki smiles, the perfection of it making you flush. “Don’t worry about it, babes! Good thing I’m here to teach you the ways of how to be a great cam slut.”

She gives you another wink before pausing the video and running to get her laptop from under her bed. Once she gets it, she plops down with you and brings up your website so you can log in. “Get that livestream goin’ and I’ll show you. It’s all about seduction.”

You want to tell her you know all about seduction since you make people horny for a living, but you decide not to. Instead, you log into your account and bring up a livestream while Suki begins to strip right in front of you. You make the mistake of sneaking a glance at her as she slides her shorts down her long legs, so tan and toned.

She reveals the diamond stud in her belly button and her toned stomach slick with suntan oil. When you realize she's wearing a thong to match her bikini top, you nearly have a heart attack. Why must her ass be so damn perfect?!

Realizing you're watching, she smirks as she flings her shorts away. “See somethin’ you like?” she purrs. You say nothing, opting instead to pass her the laptop. She knowingly giggles and fires up the livestream, noticing that you are at #7. Not bad, but could be better.

“In 3…2…1…”

Ding!

Suddenly, you are staring at yourself and Suki on camera with the amount of "cherries" or tips sent to you on the righthand side. On the left are your viewers, ranging from regulars to new visitors. Suki smirks those glossy, pink lips as her eyes tick up at the top of the screen to read the number of viewers watching.

"Hm. Well, that’s a lot of fuckin’ perverts out there watchin’ this stream! Hello to 68 viewers! Let’s see if we can up that number; it’s still early."

Takada'sHubbyTodo: Holy shit, is that Suki??!!

Suki giggles at the comment along with the slew of comments that follow after at the appearance of the top OF girl. "Yes, it is, babes. And I’m here with my very good, sexy friend Y/N to bring her a little up in her followers. Come here, cutie. Say hi."

She holds a hand out to you and coaxes you to squeeze in closer, her arm wrapped tight around you. "Hi, everyone. Thanks for clicking in to see us."

Suki shakes her head, tsking. "No…to see you. ‘Cause you’re gonna get fucked on a nice, fat dick today!" She gives the camera a wink before she shows them the 9-inch dildo, leading to a slew of comments and hearts speeding across the screen.

"But first, we’ve gotta getcha wet, don’t we?" she whispers in your ear. It sends shivers down your spine. "If you wanna see that pretty, wet pussy take a nice toy in it, give us some cherries!" she coos to the viewers before her hand finds your cheek and she leans in.

You flinch away, utterly confused. "Stop! What are you doing?!" Suki rolls her sapphire eyes, like you're the one being difficult. "It’s just acting, babe. C’mon, your viewers would love to see two hot girls kissing."

She scoots a little closer to you, the scent of chlorine, sun, suntan oil, and a juicy, coconutty scent on her skin. "It’s just pretend," she murmurs. "He’ll never know."

You have no time to think about it. No time to decide. All you know is that this is a very bad idea and how yummy Suki's lips look staring back at you. And so you start kissing. Just as you suspected, Suki is a dangerous kisser.

Her lips are soft as pillows and addictive, hooking you with her claws as she drag you in with her soft "mmm"s that go straight to your pussy, making you tingle. She is slow, seductive, and intentional, her pierced tongue tasting of strawberry and vodka Kool-Aid as she gives you an extra sloppy French kiss for the followers. “Mmm, you taste so good. Like sugar. I wanna taste more.”

Then her hands are on your ass, squeezing it in her fingers. You finally snap out of it and pull away, panting. “Suki, wait." The twin just smirks, her eyes hooded and her pierced nipples pushing against the thin fabric of her bikini cups. "Fine. I’ll connect my phone and I'll get you another toy."

She ends up getting you one of her many rose toys, pink and charged with about five different settings. After you position yourself with your thighs spread and robe halfway open to expose your soft tits to the viewers, Suki connects her phone to the laptop and records you, letting the viewers get a good shot of your body from Suki's position hovering over you.

She is damn near straddling you, making you embarrassingly wet. As you look up into the camera, you get a good view of her stomach leading up towards her soft, perfect tits, her skin so supple and addictive.

Pushing your nerves aside, you turn the rose on and use it on the lowest setting, though it's enough to make you feel stimulated. Each buzz and vibration from the toy against your pussy makes you moan and hum in pleasure, your bottoms becoming sticky.

Suki giggles above you, watching you. “Oooo, she’s awfully wet now, pervs. I bet that dildo or my strap would fit quite nicely in her, don’t ya think, sweets?”

Her dirty suggestion makes you a lot more soaked than you care to admit. “Cut it out,” you whisper, glaring up at her. Suki keeps smiling, oh-so knowing and oh-so seductive, reveling in her power over you. “Awww, you gettin’ flustered, babes? Your poor little pussy is too. Give her some relief, would ya?”

Despite your blushingly hot cheeks, your arousal wins and you let her pull your bottoms aside to expose your pussy. Soaked, glistening, and puffy for her. "Fuck, baby," she sighs. "You've got the prettiest little pussy I've ever seen."

You try not to let her praise get to you as you turn the toy up and press it against your clit. Each vibration pulls a moan and a gasp out of you, your painted toes curling and your legs shaking, the buzzing of the toy drifting in the air. “Good girl,” Suki purrs. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”

You're shocked you can barely speak; you feel tongue-tied and your brain feels empty. “A-Ah…yeah.”

Suki giggles, sexy and soft. “I bet my tongue could make you feel a lot better, buuuut you just keep playin’ with me. It would get you a lot more viewership.” You shoot her a glare, silently warning her, but she just cackles, finding your resistance so amusing. “C’mon now, sweets. Don’t be so prissy. I’m known to make a gal cum.”

Suddenly, one hand is holding her phone while the other is teasing one of your tits through your robe. "Suki, no," you weakly protest, softly moaning from her touch.

Then she's ripping your robe open to reveal each of your tits, soft and shining with suntain oil. She begins to tweak each hard nipple, humming at the sounds you make. "Those are some pretty noises you're makin', sweets," she purrs. "Keep 'em up."

“Stop!” you moan. “I-I can’t focus! Oh, fuuuuck…” Your eyes roll back at the explosion of pleasure as she pinches your nipples combined with the buzzing of the toy. Your mouth falls open in a silent O, reaching a euphoric state, as your pussy gushes around the buzzing rose.

“Mmm, my, that’s a pretty expression ya got there," Suki purrs. "Has my brother ever seen ya like this?” You don't answer, too busy drowning in the pleasure she is giving you. Satoru has never made you feel this amazing...and that's so dangerous.

You then hear a familiar tinkle sound then and weakly open your eyes to look at the laptop. “Look, babes! You got a hit of 200 cherries!” Suki announces, showing you the screen. Sure enough, you see that one of your regulars has given you a tip (200 cherries is equivilant to $20, but it ups your number on the top camgirls' list).

LookuitsSugu: You two should taste each other…for science.

"Oooo, listen, babes!" Suki giggles. "Sugu here thinks that we should 69 right here for him. Well, since we got so many more viewers, maybe we should. What you do think, chat?" She turns to you with a sultry smile as the chat explodes with hearts and all kinds of dirty emojis.

"But, Suki—"

"It's just for the camera, sweets, don't worry," she cuts in, comfortingly stroking your cheek. "Anything to get you to the top, right? You'll be sooo popular after this!"

Though you know deep down you should refuse and leave the room ASAP, the idea of finally climbing the latter of the camming world is more tempting than you can amdit. You'll kick yourself for this later though. "Just this once," you whisper.

Suki draws an X over her chest, right above her perfectly soft, bouncy tits. "Cross my heart. Now have you eaten a girl out before?" You avert your eyes, keeping quiet. She reads your silence immediately and giggles. "Ohhh, first timer, eh?" she chuckles. "I've gotchu, girl. Just pay close attention and follow my lead."

Suddenly, she is stripping off her bikini and leaving herself totally naked for you and your fans. Just like a man pumped with horniness, your eyes are drawn to her supple, perky tits, her pink nipples pierced with silver balls. You drink in her abs and belly button ring; her toned yet soft thighs; the landing strip of white curls with the rest a bare Brazilian leading down to her gorgeous, wet pussy. Soft. Pink. Absolutely perfect, just like her.

And she comes with a pretty silver stud glittering at the tip of her clit. A fucking clit piercing. How much sexier than this woman get?!

Then, you lose your head because Suki suddenly ends up on top of you and you end up below her, each one of you sucking on each other's pussies. She coaxes you to move your tongue just the way she likes, earning her luscious moans and dripping honey as rewards. "Nice, right?" she giggles. "This one here ain't too bad either."

SMACK!

She smacks your pussy, making you moan up into hers so she gives you a moan right back. "Such a good, sweet girl. I'm gonna really enjoy tongue-fucking you, babes."

And while your fans watch the scene unfold, with Suki's ass facing them while you've got your tongue in her cunt, she dives between your thighs and proceeds to give you the best head that you've ever had in your life. Her hot tongue combined with the cold metal of her tongue piercing sends you careening into blinding, hot bliss.

You forget all about Satoru and the livestream as you grind up into her mouth, tingles and sparks of pleasure exploding in your core. "A-Ah! Oh, f-fuck, Suki!" you whine into her dripping cunt, your words muffled by her puffy pussy lips in your face. "Y-You...oh, fuck yes, like that! Just like that!"

"Like this?" she teases. "You like it like this?" She continues to alternate between sucking on your clit and tongue-fucking your pussy, her nose swiping against your clit and her fingers toy with your inner thighs. "Mmm, fuck, you're so wet. At this rate, you'll fuck up the sheets, cutie."

Through the haze of your pleasure and the sounds of her tongue sloshing in your wetness, you hear the sounds of new tips and comments coming through.

Nanamin Sent 500+ cherries ($50)!

TojiWitTheBigDicc Sent $15!

TojiWitTheBigDicc: Make that pretty cam girl cum and I'll send more.

Suki pauses for a moment and sits up to turn around and read the message, still rubbing your clit with her nimble fingers. "Toji sent $15 and wants me to make you cum," she giggles. "Maybe if he sends us $20. C'mooon, Toji, we know you got it in that wallet."

Kuna-In-His-Truest-Form: No he don't. That man is broke af.

TojiWitTheBigDicc: i got a kid to take care of asshole. Worry bout your shrimp dick lil bitch

EenieMeenieIno: THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING LMAOOO

"Now, now, chat! Don't fight!" Suki giggles, wagging a long, silvery-purple acrylic finger at the screen. "Just send us more cherries and I'll make this pretty girl cum her fuckin' brains out on camera."

SMACK!

She gives your pussy another harsh smack before she picks up the rose toy and turns it on to the fourth setting. You stare at her, wondering if she's the Devil incarnated, as she smiles down at you. "Time to give these bastards a show. I wonder if you know how to squirt."

The glint in her eye is downright evil as she presss the vibrating toy to your clit as she starts back up with tongue-fucking your soaked pussy, the dripping, sloshing, embarrassingly wet sounds picked up by her laptop's impressive speakers. Your moans grow loud and slutty, bouncing off of the walls as you speed closer and closer to your peak.

"A-ah, shit, yes! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Suki, m'gonna cum soon!" You reach up to grip Suki's long locks as she takes you over the edge, making your eyes roll back and your back arch.

"Yeah? All over my tongue and this rose, right?" she pants into your pussy. "You're givin' me so much, sweets. This pussy is practically cryin' for me." She coos into your pussy in a way that makes you whimper, tears pricking your lash line, as you soar up, up, up through the ceiling.

The sloppiest, sluttiest slurping sounds escape Suki's mouth as she continues to give you the pussy-eating of your life, making you trickle down to your asscrack and stain the pink comforter beneath you. "Go on, baby, cum," she purrs. "Make your fans happy. Make me so, so proud of you."

After a few more strokes of her talented tongue and buzzes from the toy, you can't help but cum. You don't have a choice. Like a balloon expanding with too much air, you feel the pressure build and finally combust. "Oh, fuck!" you yelp as you cream all over the silvery-haired girl's pierced tongue. Long, loud moans and whimpers escape you as you cum all over Suki's lips and tongue, coating them in your sweet cream.

Suki licks and slurps it all up, humming in satisfaction at your taste. With every lash of her tongue, a sob bubbles in your chest, the pleasure damn near agonizing. When the intense high of your orgasm fades, you slump into the mattress while Suki sits up, still straddling you with her pussy. "That's a good girl," she sighs. "God, you're so sweet. My dickhead brother is sooo fuckin' lucky."

She then slides off of you, taking her pretty, pink pussy with her, and twists around to kneel before you. "Taste yourself," she demands and shoves her tongue in your mouth. You moan as you kiss her back, hot and heavy, your cum still on her lips. You taste so good coming off of her.

Ding, ding ding! The sounds of new tips, viewers, and comments explode from Suki's laptop where the livestream is still going. You nearly forgot about it.

"There goes those views, babes!" she giggles. "You think you still up for takin' some dick?" She strokes a hand down to your thigh, squeezing it. The mere touch alone makes you twitch. "I-I...yeah...just give me a sec."

But you'll need more than a "sec". You'll need a whole hour to recuperate from that mindblowing pussy-eating session. You feel tingly and satisfied yet exhausted and heavy, your limbs practically jelly.

Suki chuckles at you, cocky and satisfied with your exhausted reaction. "Awww, poor baby can't even move," she coos, leaning down to kiss your tummy. "Relax, doll. I'll help ya out no problem."

She then scoots to the end of the bed and grabs the 9-inch dildo and some lube. She coats it in the substance, rubbing it from base to tip. Then she comes back over to you, those tits bouncing and that hair like in a magazine. "Up you go!" she exclaims before she scoops you up and places you on her lap, the both of you facing the latoptop. "W-What are you doing?" you murmur, confused.

"Just helpin' you fuck yourself with this toy," she purrs. She then forces your thighs apart, emitting a gasp from you. "Just the toy, not my strap...but if you ever need somethin' fatter, I'll get it for ya."

She gives you a wink before she teases your sensitive, puffy pussy with the dildo and then slooooowly pushes it against your entrance. This is wrong. You are supposed to do this, not her! "N-No," you gasp out. "You don't—oooooh!"

Your protests fall short as Suki pushes the toy in purposely slow to hear your sweet gasps and salacious moans. After giving you a moment and continuing to fuck you slow and gentle, Suki speeds up, pumping the pink, silicon dick in and out, in and out, out of your pussy for the entire world to see.

Because you're now at 500+ viewers.

"Ha...ha...oh, my God! Y-You...oh, Suki, ah! You're so d-deep!" Your words are practically slurred, combined with the wet sounds of the dildo fucking your dripping pussy off its hinges. Suki's lips are right by your ear, teasingly kissing and nibbling your earlobe. "And you're so wet. You take my—er, that dick so well, babes."

She pauses to place her free hand around you to play with your pussy lips, groaning when they come back sticky with your juices. She palces her fingers up to her lips and sucks, her eyes rolling back at your sweetness. "How my brother doesn't have you on lock and key is beyond me. You're just too damn hot."

She continues to fuck you better than her brother with just a toy, her hand technique, pacing, and pressure just the right amount to make you scream and moan for more, more, more. Suki grins at the camera, loving how you look with your legs spread wide and your pussy stretched on the toy. "What do ya think, chat? You like seein' your girl get her pussy stuffed by this fat dildo?"

TojiWitTheBigDick: She looks sooo fuckin hot...but she'd look better getting fucked by your strap

LookuitsSugu: Don't be scared Y/N. Suki would take good care of you

You read the comments at the same time as Suki and your eyes widen. Of course, these horny fucks would want to see that make you cheat! "Sounds like they want me to fuck you with the strap, babes," she chuckles. "Ya sure you don't want me to whip it out and take you right now?"

She cups your chin in her hand, forcing you to lean your head back and look at her."Ngh! N-No, don't! I-I can't!" you whimper, blinking away tears of pleasure as her thrusts grow slow yet deep, fucking your soul right out of your body.

"Hm...actually, I don't even need my strap. This toy is double-ended!" She sniggers as she shows you the end of the dildo where a tiny insertable head is. "Lucky for us, right? Now we can both give the audience a real show."

You're speechless. Boneless. You have no fight or protest left in your body due to being fucked out of your mind. So you let Yuki pull the toy out of you and adjust so the shorter tip is entering her. She whines as the boulbous tip pries back her puffy, pink lips, spreading them for you and the audience.

Then she wraps her arms around you and scoops you back up, placing you on top of you. "Up ya go!" she giggles. "Right here on my lap for the whole world to see! They wanna watch you bounce on that dick."

At some point, reality smacks you hard and you wiggle your hips, trying to get down, but you only rub your clit against hers, making her moan. "Suki, wait! You promised!"

Then there are no more protests as she slides you down on the toy cock, turning your worry and regret into explosive pleasure. Her moans mix with yours as she grasps your hips and begins bouncing you on top of her, making you ride the toy.

"Sorry, baby, but—oh, fuck—I just couldn't resist this pussy anymore. I need to fuck you till you cum all around my strap."

She lets you stay just like that for a moment, bouncing on the toy, your ass jiggling and smacking into her thighs as she takes handfuls of it, squeezing it to her hearts content.

Then, suddenly, you're on your back with your legs split wide and her straddling you in mating press. She bends your knees and pushes them up to her hips as she begins to grind into you, pushing the toy against your G-spot. You gasp as you see stars, your nails digging into her shoulders.

"Do you like takin' my cock, sweets?" she huffs. "You love gettin' fucked by your boyfriend's hot sister?" Her long hair cascades down to tickkle your face as she rides you like she stole you, the toy pushing into both of your soaked pussies. "Suki, ah! P-Please!" you whine, your thighs twitching and head growing empty.

Suki just chuckles, leanign up to give you a molten hot look, her blue eyes glistening and cheeks flushed with pink. "Uh-uh, babes. Tell the—ah, yes!—t-the audience how much you loooove my strap in you. Tell 'em all about how much you l-love takin' this dick."

She places a hand around your throat, her silvery-purple nails digging into your skin. You gasp at the tighteness around your neck, somehow growing even wetter from it, causing the toy to go in deeper.

"Say it or you don't cum," she growls in your ear. "C'mon, you don't wanna disappoint your fans, do you? Or me?" Her thrusts get harder, faster, her hips going plap-plap-plap as they smack against yours. The more she fucks you, the more you melt into the bed. Into her touch.

You forget all about Satoru and the livestream and making the top 5 list. None of it matters. Nothing but this girl and her amazing stroke game. "I...I...I fucking love it," you whimper between your kiss-swollen lips. "I love taking your strap. Love it when you fuck me into the bed like this!"

Suki gives you a dazzling smile and shares a sloppy kiss with you. "Mmm, that's my good, good girl. Now cum for me like a perfect slut should. C'mon, sweets, give me all of that pussy!"

Her moans grow louder as she fucks you into the bed, deep-dicking you, one hand gripping your thigh to keep you open while the other squeezes around your throat. The bed shakes with her grinding, squeaking in time with her thruts and your moans as you're brought over the edge again.

"S-Suki, m'cumming!" you slur. "I'm fucking cumming!" She places both hands on either side of your head before grinding down into your hips, making you gasp as your G-spot is hit. "Me too, babes," she moans. "Cum with me. Give it to me like that, baby, fuck!"

Her moans and grunts are fit for a porno as her orgasm hits and she finally cums all over the dildo. You cum right after her, your eyes blown wide and mouth agape as you cream aaaaaall over the toy dick, spilling your cum everywhere. On the comforter, on Suki's thighs and abs, on yourself. You make a creamy, sweet mess.

You shake and tremble like an autumn leaf as your orgasm continues to roll through you like a tidalwave, sending you floating out to a sea of bliss. When it finally ebbs, you are still softly moaning and hiccuping, your body quaking as the aftershocks hit.

Suki holds you close, pressing your face into her tits. "S'okay, sweetie, I'm here. Just ride it out. I know it's good." She rocks into you, riding your orgasm wave with you, the both of you sharing a kiss full of heavy breaths and pants.

When your orgasm high finally fades like smoke in the air, you slump on your back on the bed, sweaty, exhausted, and supremely fucked. But you don't know how fucked you are until Suki gently pulls the toy out of your quivering, puffy cunt and sucks your wetness off of the head for your fans' enjoyment.

"Well, that's it for today, folks! Thanks so much for tunin' in to us pretty sluts!" She gives a finger waggle to the laptop before picking up her phone to get a good view of your body slathered in sweat, your pussy dripping in cum. "Say bye bye to your fans, baby girl."

Weakly, you stare up at the screen and give a weak wave. "B-Bye," you softly stammer.

Click. Suki signs off and ends the livestream on the laptop before rising to get her fluffy robe from over her chair. "That was a real good stream, baby," she giggles, running a hand through her fucked-out white locks after pulling the robe on. "You did so well. I think your boyfriend thought so too, right, Satoru?"

Wait...Satoru?!

You sit up and suddenly, you find yourself staring right back at your boyfriend's face on a FT call on Yuki's laptop. He was watching the whole time?! How did you not know?!

"Satoru!" you gasp, horrified, trying in vain to cover yourself. "I-I can explain!"

But Satoru just stares, wide-eyed behind his glasses and mouth agape, his face a blush red. His eyes switch from you to his twin sister, rage filling him. "You...you...you fuckin' bitch!" he growls. "You always do this to me, Satoē! You're always fucking my girlfriends and stealing 'em away from me!"

But Yuki is totally unbothered, simply staring bored at her brother. "Well, I guess you're just gonna have to up your dickgame, bro," she chuckles. "Plus, I only did it 'cause you wouldn't. Now look: she's in the top five because of me."

And sure enough, you are. In another window opened on the camming site, you see the top five list; there you are at #3. All because of Suki. And the expense of your boyfriend.

The long-haired twin gives Satoru a wink and a finger waggle, agitating her brother even more. "Bye-bye for now, bro! I've gotta go take care of your girl after I just fucked her brains out. See ya later!"

Click.

THE END.

that's why he's been coming over more often as of late—not for satoru, but for you.

to snoop in your room while satoru's knocked out cold on the couch and you're at a friends house, take a look at all the slutty thongs you have in your drawer or the vibrator you have tucked away under them.

to fist his cock to you in the shower—your shower, not holding back any deep grunts of your name, he wants you to hear them all through the thin wall separating you both.

he's clearly not ashamed, but you are. you told yourself you'd never fall for any of your brothers jackass friends.

while you haven't necessarily fallen for suguru, you still find yourself thinking of him with your fingers deep inside of you.

thoughts of joining him in the shower cross your mind when you decide you've had enough of this. suguru is bad news. you have a date with some guy your friends introduced you to next week, you should be fantasizing about him for gods sake.

maybe you should opt for clearing your head a different way, a glass of water and a snack should do the trick.

you hop down the stairs aiming to overcome your malnourishment—which you've determined to be the cause of these thoughts, only to find the center of them there.

suguru's standing in the kitchen with one arm resting on the island, "why're you up so late?" he says with a teasing tone, looking to the clock on the wall reading 2:41 AM.

your throat dries up as he turns his gaze back to you. he never just looks, he stares.

like he's examining every inch of you—counting every eyelash, memorizing the shape of your lips, paying attention to the way your jaw sits and how it clenches when you catch sight of him.

you deflect, you can't seem to string together a lie in front of him, "satoru fell asleep i'm guessing?" a question, so he'll talk about himself and pay less attention to your shaky hands as you open the cabinet.

"can't hear him snoring?" he lifts a finger, stopping you from grabbing the glass and turns his head up to the ceiling as if he could see through the walls.

you obey easily. he makes a mental note of that.

a few seconds of uncomfortable silence pass before you hear the faint sound of your brother snoring upstairs.

"mm." you nod, keeping your response short and simple, doing the best you can to prevent the conversation from going any further. you'll get your water, leave the snack and swiftly coop yourself back up in your room.

the glass clinks against the various mugs beside it, you wouldn't be surprised if it started humming from the adrenaline running through your body. his eyes continue to follow you as you walk over to the sink and turn on the tap—but not only his eyes.

it's only half full when you feel his chest press against your back, his warm body enveloping yours. he reaches over you to turn off the running water and speaks, "you don't have to be afraid of it y'know."

the sound of your heartbeat pounds in your ears from the sudden contact, "afraid of what?" your voice is unsteady, doing nothing to conceal the nervousness you feel.

"afraid that you're into me."

you aren't oblivious to the game he's playing, trying to make you out to be the desperate one here in an attempt to gain control. "you're the one that's into me."

"and who told you that?" you aren't even facing him but you can hear the grin plastered across his face.

a heavy breath you didn't know you were holding escapes your throat, annoyed with how he's trying to flip the narrative. "relax, will you?" he coos, "you're too tense."

damn him for noticing every little thing, and damn him for always getting his way.

with your ass planted on the cold kitchen counter and his hands on your waist, you can't recall how feather-light kisses turned anything but graceful so quickly.

one moment you were savoring the feeling of his lips on yours and the next you could taste copper in your mouth—it doesn't matter who's skin wound up breaking, you have bigger concerns. "suguru we should stop, if anyone comes down here—"

"but you don't want to stop." he cuts you off.

"yeah, but.." you trail off, trying to find the right words to tell him this isn't a good idea.

"nothing else to be said then."

nothing else was said, you chose to speak with your body seeing as that's the only way he would listen. you shift off of the counter and wrap your legs around his hips, hands gripping his shoulders for balance.

for the first time ever, suguru is stunned. he tries not to show it but you can see it in his face that he hasn't got a clue whats going on, just stands there letting his hands grip your ass. “well? walk." you tell him.

"where do you want me to go?" he asks, head in the clouds.

"to my room with walls thinner than paper—" he starts walking before you can finish, earning him a slap on the shoulder. "obviously not! the living room suguru."

"could've just said so instead of being a brat."

you could feel that last word in your ovaries.

you want him in your ovaries, but he's being a total bitch about it. "just put it in suguru, fuck!" he's been rubbing his cock against your soaked panties for the last 10 minutes, tip rolling against your clothed clit giving you juuust enough for it to feel good but still not enough.

"i can't. y'know, consequences 'n stuff. if i don't put it in it doesn't count." he's teasing you with not only his dick but his words too, you know damn well he'd get his ass handed to him either way.

he's nearly giggling to himself too, that smirk on his face won't go away—not when you're whining for him it won't. you shift your hips upward in an attempt to get any extra pleasure you can.

he chuckles, "poor thing." in mock sympathy.

before you can bite back at him, he pulls your now see through underwear to the side, exposing your sopping cunt to the cold air. "look how she's twitching, just begging for me."

not like he has a right to say anything when his cock also twitches at the sight, but you choose to keep your mouth shut about it seeing as his other hand moves to grab it by the base.

he slaps the fat head against your sensitive clit, sending shocks through your body as wet "THWAP!" sounds echo throughout the room—wasting no time before moving it down to collect your arousal so he can coat his tip with your slick.

your heavy eyes are locked onto his girthy length sliding along your dripping folds, once he's 'satisfied' enough, he rips away his hold on your panties and lets the elastic smack against his shaft.

with each drag you feel his hot and heavy dick throb against your pussy, it's clear he wants to drop the whole act and feel your walls clamp down around him instead of just watching them clench around nothing.

in truth he thinks that if he were to go through with the idea that he'd bust the second he sinks in, he's been dreaming about this longer than you know and doesn't want the first time it really happens to go to waste.

it seems like all his efforts were for nothing in the end, his pace begins to stutter as he puts all his focus into not creaming all over your warm wet cunt.

seems like he wasn't thinking when he was teasing you, not realizing he'd get himself all worked up in the process before even getting to feel you.

"s-shit." he croaks, "gonna ruin these.." he stares down at the outline of his cock poking through the cotton of your drenched panties.

his hot cum spurts out and seeps through the fabric, making everything more messy than it already was.

"i'll..clean that up.”

notes: we can all ignore the similarities in this and my other suguru drabble ok god forbid i think he’d admire my thong collection hes a man of taste

Being in fourth year also meant he was given opportunities on a silver platter to visit other prefectures during his missions to have his night busy, and experience the other tastes than what Tokyo has to offer. Every mission ended with him leaving the black car, smiling at the assistant managers to head back to the hotel first while he scoured around the city for a quick and easy hook up.

The girl with the nice ass in Osaka.

The girl with the big tits in Kyoto.

The girl with the pretty face in Nagoya.

His contact list in his phone was endless, his thumb mindlessly scrolling down down down, never allowing him to reach the bottom until a good moment later.

That night was no different. A university student studying nursing—a cute face with a blonde bob. Except she called in sick, apologising with a phone call, desperation hinting at her sweet words.

“You’ll call me again, right?” she asked, voice coyly cute and full of hope, yet masked by the subtle edge of panic.

“Mm… maybe not if you keep on asking me like that.”

He cut the call even before she could give him a reply and he let out a sigh, cracking a muscle on his neck. His eyes lazily travelled across the bright neon lights of Kabukicho, full of chaos and trouble. He could feel the stares of girls while they walked the dirty streets, or from girls outside of maid cafes, hostesses, the sex clubs' workers, and the eyes from guys wondering if they could use him to lure in girls to their beds if they invited him over.

He ignored them and searched through his pocket, trying to find some strawberry milk candies to wash away the irritation… just to notice he didn’t have any. His brows furrowed, slowly realising that you haven’t given them these past few weeks.

Strange, but he didn’t think too much about it.

With another sigh, he headed to the closest convenience store, searching through the rows of snacks under the white lights. He paused at the surplus of options in the display, and his eyes caught onto the new gummy that you were talking about a week ago, excited at the upcoming release.

Without realising, he slid the package off of the metal hook, holding it together with his own pack of candy and went to the register to buy.

Suguru brushed past the eager eyes and headed back to his dorms for once. Maybe he would barge into Satoru’s room next door to play Momotetsu that they left off last time. Maybe he could give the packet of gummy to you on the way there as well.

He quietly imagined the look on your face when he hands you his small souvenir. The simple thing making your eyes widen for a fraction, looking up at him with a surprised smile and uncontrollable giggles as you thank him sweetly as you do.

It made him smile a bit to himself. A slow spread of satisfaction sitting comfortably on his chest. He might have asked Satoru a month ago how to let you down easy, but considering the disappointing trajectory of his night, he supposed he could entertain you for a little while and see how it goes.

But then his brows soon furrowed at the silence that welcomed him when he knocked on your dorm half an hour later.

Shoko opened her door from beside him, a brow raised as she looked up at him in distaste. When he asked where you were, she mentioned something about your room being vacant these past few nights.

“Late night missions?” he asked, frowning in concern.

Shoko smiled slightly, eyes glinting. “You could say she has, hmm… busy late night missions. I don’t think the higher ups would like to know what she’s up to.”

Strange, but he didn’t think too much about it either.

His footsteps echoed across the old, wooden hallways leading up to his dorm room, when—

“Ah, ngg…! Hahh— Satoru!!”

Suguru stopped in his tracks.

The crinkling plastic sound of the gummy dropping to the ground reverberating in his skull. His eyes slowly widened as he recognised the high-pitched moans, ears ringing at the slam of the bed’s headboard against the wall. 

Satoru’s voice joined your cries of pleasure.

“Come on baby, want to—fuck—want to make you cum ten times tonight, we’re almost half way there—”

Grunts, meowls, whines—

Suguru shakily crouched down to pick up the packet of gummy, and as he did, he tuned into your voice. At the sweet pants and chants of Satoru’s name from your lips—lips he could imagine in the back of his mind glossing prettily from spit and cum.

Suguru’s face flushed, heart racing as he pressed his palm on his cock over his pants, feeling the thudding throb of it, chest heaving as he listened to the noise…

“Ah, ah… Satoru,” you slurred sultrily, slightly muffled and wet.

Suguru imagines your mouth pressed against Satoru’s ear, heavy hot breaths tingling his best friend's ear as your tongue scraped the shell teasingly.

“What is it, sweetheart? Can’t take it?”

“No, no, no… I can, I can,” you whined breathlessly, hints of tears lodged at your throat. “I-I am, aren’t I— hahhh…!”

There was a particularly loud slap of skin against skin and the loud squelch of your pussy, promptly followed by Satoru’s groan that chanted your name like a prayer.

Slowly, Suguru stood up and stumbled to his door, fidgeting with his keys and as soon as it unlocked, he barged into his own bedroom and crumbled to his sheets. 

Satoru, Satoru, Satoru…!

He leaned his ear onto the wall facing Satoru’s room, stroking his already hard-on with heavy breaths, chest heaving erratically at the pleasure that shot at the touch. He groaned every time whenever a particularly loud, sweet cry from you buzzed the wallpaper and rang in his ear, urging him to press his hand harder against his bulge.

Even through the wall, he could hear the obscene squelches of your pussy taking Satoru’s cock, making it easy for him to conjure up the image of your wet cunt, and how heavenly it must feel for him to slide his cock along your puffy lips.

Suguru cursed to himself and quickly shoved his pants and boxers down. Collecting a glob of spit, he let it trickle down his flushed tip as his thumb roughly pressed his slit, pre cum oozing from beneath his skin. He started slow, stroking his cock alongside the steady rhythm of the slap… slap… slap of Satoru’s hips meeting your skin. The wet sound that followed his hand wasn’t as loud as the noise next door.

“Agh, babe… stop… clenching,” Satoru grunted weakly, a pathetic whimper leaving him when it seemed like you did the exact opposite. Whether that was intentional or not, Suguru couldn’t tell. All he could do was squeeze his hand around his base in response, closing his eyes to imagine it was your wet pussy clenching and drooling around his cock. Just as you were right now tightening around his best friend’s cock.

“Sa-toru… f-feels too good…!”

Suguru groaned loudly with Satoru at the sultry, breathless moan, and found himself fisting his cock harder, faster. His fingertips grazed the protruded veins, precum and spit mixing and glistening over his ridges that bumped against his palm as he desperately tried to find his release.

“Shit, baby… I’m close,” Satoru whined, voice more distant and muffled. The image of his best friend folding you in half, legs spread and wrapped around his torso in a mean mating press that had your throbbing, puffy clit rubbing against his pubes, and said best friend burrowing his face into the crook of your sweat-slicked neck flashing in Suguru’s mind. He cupped his balls, groaning as he imagined how Satoru’s was sure to be slapping harshly against your plush ass every time he thrusted into your sopping cunt, smooching your cervix that had you crying out pathetically.

“‘M close too, Satoru…”

“Let’s cum together, yeah? ‘t’ll feel good cumming—ngh!—together…”

Suguru panted heavily in his empty room, thumb pressing harshly against the slippery slit every time his fist reached his angry red tip. He worked his cock faster, teeth biting into his lower lip to urge his climax. You sounded so sweet, so pretty, so adorable next door that the next thing he knew, he cummed at the scream that tore out of your throat, painting his abdomen with pearly white cum and staining his dark uniform. The cum on his hand a sticky mess as he continued stroking himself with a deep hum, his head dizzy from pleasure and cheeks dusted in a heavy flush.

“Fuck…” Suguru groaned, leaning his head against the wall that still reverberated from the loud thuds of the headboard banging roughly from the other side, obvious that Satoru was still determined to reach your sixth climax in hopes of reaching ten.

For the rest of the night, Suguru had to listen to the two of you fuck like rabbits in heat, and every now and then he would press his ears against the wall once more to palm his cock lazily. It lasted for hours and hours and sleep only finally found him when the two of you were nearing your end. But before he could close his eyes, he heard Satoru’s words that gave him an alarming jolt to his heart.

“Got Suguru out of your pretty mind yet, gorgeous?”

༊·˚°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“Um… fun night?”

The two of you didn’t seem to notice the bags under Suguru’s eyes as he asked the question. Or at the bloodshot veins creeping towards his pupils. Or the way they seemingly reflected the troubled night before.

“Yeah, too much fun.” Satoru had the most shit eating grin ever, and Suguru caught onto his best friend’s hand crawling down behind him to squeeze your ass over the shirt you wore. Satoru’s favourite Digimon shirt. Faintly, he also heard your whine of protest and the scrunch of the cloth under your nails. “How was your night, Suguru?”

Satoru, Satoru, Satoru…! Your voice still rang in his mind nonestop, haunting him even in his dreams.

“Uh…” Suguru trailed off, his gaze fixated on you and all the blossoming marks littering over your skin, “…yeah… I guess.”

Slowly, Satoru’s voice tuned out and Suguru could only hear the crinkling of the plastic package of the gummy as he fisted his hand. The bag was too warm under his touch, and inside the sugar was starting to melt into a sticky mess, ruining the excitement you had over them.

i'd say this is how geto's characterised in the jp fandom 90% of the time. i still love him though :)

tags/taglist (open)! @daflex, @liahcharms, @moonlightbunnies, @brightbriefs

A dreamy yawn escaped your throat, ears twitching and folding up from your skull to listen to your boyfriend start cursing at his monitor(s) once again, getting worked up about people in the speeding chatroom laughing about his temper tantrum.

There was a human-sized dog bed underneath his desk, right between where Gojo would put his feet… enough room to curl up and roll around.

I mean, it wasn't him if he wasn't manspreading.

You let out a small whine when he groaned about something again, slowly sitting up and leaning forward- laying your cheek against the inside of his thigh, the fabric of the grey sweatpants soft against your skin.

The sudden contact had Satoru pausing, as if the little fit of rage faded on contact.

"My princess… did I wake you?" The white-haired man lightly cooed, focusing on the cute sight of your still drowsy eyes and scrunching nose, his hands leaving the keyboard and mouse to start petting your hair, blunt nails scratching behind your ears.

Yoonhater112: !! SIXEYES GET BACK ON THE GAME

melonsmelonsmelons: who is he talking to, bruh did the game make him tweak?

seacock3: @/melonsmelonsmelons nah it's his girlfriend

hybridgooner: OHHMYGOD SIXEYES SHOW HER SHOW HER I MISS HER

The regular viewers knew about you, Satoru had you hanging around when he gamed, but you rarely popped up on the camera- too busy snoozing or sucking his dick.

"Mnn… why were you yelling?" You murmur out, leaning into the affection, slowly crawling up from the plush bed to try and get on your boyfriend's lap.

"Sorry, puppy, I'm streaming- Watch where you put your hands." Satoru smiled, hoisting you up on his lap, cradling the back of your head, chest against chest in a familiar way.

You let out a soft grumble but lay your head on your boyfriend's shoulder, wrapping around him to comfortably cling on. "Too loud.." Your tail was slowly flopping back and forth, waving around in the camera.

"You comfy? I'm still live." Satoru gave a crooked grin, glancing back to the second monitor, seeing the sight of you on top of him.

GooningAvacado: gyatt

ihateovertime: I'm not into furries, but she might change my mind….

ICumOnTrees: how much to buy a hybrid

IDON'Tcumontrees: @/ICumOnTrees u cant buy them anymore lol, go out and touch grass- find one in the wild

"Are you trying to put on a show for them or something? Your ass takes up like half of the screen, baby." He quietly asked against your hair, a sneaky hand sliding down to grab into the flesh of one cheek, the fabric of your clothes not stopping him.

"Toruuu…" Your tail tried to swat him away, ears flattening again to try and pull away again.

"Fine, sorry, sorry. Not that kind of stream." Satoru smiled innocently, patting your ass before fully letting go and helping you climb off. "Maybe go get ready for bed, I'll stop gaming in a bit, kayy?"

-

A few hours passed, a shower taken, tucked in on your side of the bed… but your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, still playing something and talking with chat, your tail flicked across the sheets in annoyance.

Bored of scrolling on your phone, the next best thing to do when bored came to mind.

To explain why you were reaching underneath the bed and pulling out a box filled with various toys, well… you and Satoru were freaks. You liked it that way anyway.

Your favourite was this pink thing… something Satoru had bought to use remote controlled, but he wasn't here to do so, was he?

click click click

The third setting on any vibrator is the best, prove me wrong.

The sound of buzzing filled the space underneath the blankets, and the soft moan that left your mouth echoed from the bedroom's walls.

You nudged the silicone thing between your legs, rubbing it against your panties- and applying more pressure right over the clit.

Your eyes fluttered shut, fluffy ears lying flat, and your back arching up from the mattress.

Just a quickie, you thought, to help you get sleepy.

You were too busy on the feeling of your clit getting pleasured through soaked fabric to notice the rest of the house had gone quiet, the lights in the hallway turned off, and the door to the shared bedroom was wide open.

"What are you doing?"

Busted.

You fumbled with the vibrating toy, trying to sit up and hide the embarrassment starting to show on your features.

"Nothing-"

"Nutting, yeah."

Satoru slowly walked over to the bed, taking his swwwweeet time to let you see his unimpressed look.

You rarely had any rules or things your loving boyfriend forbade; he loved seeing you happy.

But trying to get off by yourself? With a toy no less. That was a big, big biiig mistake. A hit to his pride and an offense to his dick that loved you oh so much.

"Couldn't wait for me to come back? How pathetic." He mumbled, leaning down and taking the pink thing from your nervous hands, dangling it in front of your face.

"Cmon puppy, you know I don't like it if you do this kind of stuff without me… do I have to remind my bad girl what happens when she breaks her one rule?"

"N..no…msorry..!" You tried to paw at the vibrator, wanting him to toss it aside and forget about all of this, thinking that acting cute would get you out of punishment.

But Satoru wasn't fooled by your puppy dog eyes and big pouts.

You found yourself flipped over, thighs pulled up, a rough hand keeping you down by pressing into the small of your back- face in the pillows while having your ass up for him.

click click click

Your tail trembled when the vibrator was slowly dragged up the inside of your thigh, teasing it closer to your needy cunt, all worked up from playing with yourself .

"Stay still for me."

Being edged by the same thing you had tried to get a quick orgasm out of was like pure torture, it didn't help that you could smell how turned on Satoru was by all of this. You knew he was practically leaking through his sweats, and a throbbing cock wanted to fill you up. But he was determined to teach you a lesson.

-

Satoru was petty, competitive, and a bit mean.

Mean because he decided that you crying and barking last night while he watched your poor cunt quiver and try to clench around nothing right before pulling away the toy wasn't enough.

The moment you woke up, he had stuffed you.

Not with himself, no.

The same pink traitor.

Remember how it was remote controlled? - by an app on Satoru's phone.

Breakfast was impossible, sitting across from him. Unable to even lift your cup of coffee without your fingers trembling from the sudden throbbing against your walls. And that white-haired bastard was smiling at your flustered state.

Walking around with your tail tucked between your legs and ears droopy, trying to be good all day, but Gojo just loved to make you squirm whenever you tried to sit or lie down, knowing the pressure would be worse.

"Can I take it out now- p..please…?" You tried to softly ask, tugging on his arm and wiggling your hips around, putting on the best act you could, maybe some mercy would be shown.

But all you got in response was him grabbing his phone and sliding the speed slider up- showing you the setting it was on- the evil vibrations showed on the display.

Obviously, he enjoyed this, having a cute puppy moaning for it to be turned off and unable to stand on her shaking legs was amusing.

It would have been fine-ish (LIE) if it had been just you two in the house all day. But noooooo…. Satoru needed to invite a close friend over to stream together.

Choso Kamo, better known as BloodBag to online fans. He has been friends with Satoru for ages now, and you have met him a handful of times by now, too. Choso was more active on YouTube, making bass guitar or drum covers of some niche rock bands, but he streamed more cozy, low-intensity RPGs or story games. You know the kind.

Anyways.

Choso and Satoru had planned this collab ages ago, Kamo staying over for the night, and a live going on for ages.

What wasn't planned was you trying to squeeze and rub your thighs shut while bundled up in the fluffy dogbed underneath the desk, acting unsuspecting while staring up at the two men sitting at the desk, fiddling with controllers and having some banter about the jiggle physics of their characters.

The setting your boyfriend had left the toy buzzing inside of you was fairly low, so neither you nor it gave away what was happening underneath.

Obviously, a whimper or whine escaped if you shifted, and the silicone would press against a spot that was a bit too sensitive.

Choso did glance down from your nervous sounds a few times, but the man looked more bashful than you after making eye contact.

"Chos! Watch out, that boulder is following you- DUDE!"

"Sorrysorry… got distracted."

A cut-scene played on screen, giving everyone a little break, Choso quietly talking to the viewers, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie.

Doing a poor job of trying to ignore how Satoru was leaning back in his chair, looking down, where you were starting to feel a bit too warm now. Not to mention the odd app Satoru had pulled up, using his thumb to slide some sort of wavy line up and down.

Choso tried not to look underneath the desk, he could hear some sort of thrumming sound getting louder- just the pc probably. Nothing else that could vibrate, yeah.

His eyes flicked down, meeting your watering ones, the sight of your pitiful little face almost had him cry, too.

Maybe Satoru bought some more RAM… he has the money for it- or fans. Actually, the pc fans-

"Chos! Want anything to eat? I'll head to the pantry to grab a snack."

Choso's eyes snapped back up, panicking a bit.

"YeahYesYes- ahem, yeah, some chips would be.g..good…"

Not nonchalant at all, but it got Satoru to get up, pat the nervous man's shoulder, and walk out of the room, phone in hand.

Not even a second after you were moaning, trembling all over, with a hand sloppily attempting to cover your mouth.

That bastard.

The whirring got impossibly loud, having you try to sit up and shove a hand between your thighs. Some saving grace to having the guy you were sitting in front of and an ongoing livestream of thousands of people hearing you start to whine.

Choso, the poor guy, managed to mute the microphone and pull back enough to glance down, unsure, dark eyes meeting your droopy ones.

You tried to open your mouth to tell him to look away, but another pulse had you almost orgasming on the spot.

Subconsciously, your wobbly legs had shifted forward, as if wanting to crawl towards the dark-haired man.

"C..choso..s..sorry… mmmn.."

Not even sure why you were apologising, but while straddling the side of the fluffy dog bed, you couldn't do anything else. You reached out, desperate, fingers grabbing into his pants to hold on while your hips ground down into the almost pleasurable edge- humping the wall of the dog bed like some mutt in heat. Which you kind of were… unable to control the string of lewd moans flying out after a bit more fiction.

The wetness from your cunt had seeped through your panties and shorts at this point, a wet splotch forming between your thighs.

Kamo, somewhat still able to think, paused the livestream and brought his hand up to cover his face. But he was a simple guy, seeing a cute girl… with a shaking tail and flopping ears after each pathetic hip roll… he just had to peek through the gaps between his digits, flushed skin showing.

Seems like both of you weren't too in control of your limbs, his free hand twitched awake, sliding from holding on to the armrest to palm at a growing bulge.

Choso had noticed you acting a bit… needy the moment he had sat down with Gojo, and the little breathless gasps and mewls in the background while they both gamed had his cock straining against his boxers uncomforably, managing to hide it well till now.

"A..are you alright?" Choso breathed out into his palm, feeling stupid for asking such an obvious question, but he had to say something-

His trying to converse ended in you shuddering, fluffy tail standing up straight. And shifting off of the dogbed, another hand gripping into the fabric of Kamo's pants to crawl towards him, sniffling when the vibrations inside didn't stop hammering around.

You wanted to climb on his leg to use it instead of the dogbed, eyes getting bigger and lips parting- tongue flicking out to lick the corner of your lips, gazing at the throbbing thing in Choso's hand, the outline of it calling to your overstimulated brain. He hadn't stopped palming himself, hissing after dragging his thumb to the tip and pressing down. A tempting sight to a deprived hybrid.

The mastermind of this whole incident strolled in right when you planted your sopping cunt on Choso's foot, the fabric of your shorts and his sock shifting while you tried to rub against it.

"You two having fun?"

Chosos froze up, the hand over his face not budging an inch. An even more embarrassing situation- I mean, he was literally holding his dick while his friend's girlfriend tried to hump his leg. Not to mention that buzzing-

"Sorry, m..man..she just-" The turning red one tried to explain.

"Don't worry, Chos, keep going." Satoru smiled, tossing the bag of chips in his hand away to casually walk closer, tucking his hands in his pockets.

You, trying not to start crying from frustration, hugged Choso's calf, ears flicking up and then back down.

"What's wrong, puppy? Don't you want him to help? Cmon, ask nicely." Satoru leaned down to coo at you, face beside Chosos.

You sniffled, unable to keep still, and kept nudging your hips forward again. " Chos… c..can you help me.. please?"

He clearly struggled to keep calm; his hand dropped down from his face, hesitant to reach out, but a few fingers ran through your hair before guiding your head forward. "Yeah… yeah.."

Satoru stood up straight, watching from above while you gladly smushed your head in between Choso's thighs, gasping at the feeling of the lengthy hard on against your cheek, the warmth seeping from the fabric to your skin.

"Good girl… You gonna suck him off? Go on. I'll watch." Gojo encouraged, walking behind you both and landing in the empty gaming chair, pulling his phone out to fiddle with the settings for the vibrator.

Choso had one hand in your hair, gently pulling you closer- the other was tugging down the waistband in a hurry. Once freed, you wasted no time to start lapping at the leaky tip, eyes half-lidded and glossy lips kissing at the salty skin.

The view of you still trying to hump at Choso's leg, hips wobbling and tail wagging like crazy, ears flat and eyes focused on the obscenely large, pale dick in your mouth had Satoru biting the inside of his cheek, shifting and spreading his legs… it started to grow too uncomfortably tight in his pants.

The soft groan and breathy whimper Choso let out after you hollowed your cheeks and slurped on his cock had Gojo's breath hitching.

After a bit of getting to watch you try to deep-throat Choso and form a puddle of arousal, Satoru couldn't stand cucking anymore, abruptly standing up and reaching over to tug on your fluffy ear- pulling you off of Choso with a wet POP! The vibrations stopped, too. It seems like either the battery ran out or your boyfriend gave you a break from that torture.

The slobbered dick twitched, making Kamo shudder and slump back into the chair, downturned eyes flicking back from Gojo to you.

"Get her on the couch, Chos. Be good for me." Satoru exhaled, fingers twitching to his own pants.

Choso, the obedient puppy number two, stumbled up, carefully pulling you up and helping you to the couch in the back of the streaming room.

It was everything you had ever wanted, without hesitation Satoru had told Choso to bend you over, your boyfriend claiming your mouth, toying with your tongue with his fingers before helping a familiar girth over it, filling your throat completely, a palm under your jaw and one on top of your head, between your ears.

"Such a cute slut… cmon, talk to us, who tastes better, hm?" Gojo teased, making sure to nudge down further when your throat tried to choke out some sort of incoherent words as an answer, making fun of the fact that you were unable to say a word. The neatly trimmed white hair was tickling your nose, just how you liked it- drool dripping down your chin.

"Chos, are you getting shy? Can't you see her pussy waiting to get stuffed?" Satoru grinned across to Choso, who was trying to be polite… as much as he could, taking his time to slide down your shorts and panties… the soaked fabrics not even comparing to the sight of glistening, puffy folds being revealed to Choso- the little pink tail of the vibrator was tempting him.

"Chooss… you can take it out, I know you want to replace it with your own meat. I'm sure she wants something bigger than that silicone thing." Satoru kept talking, making the other man look flustered, watching as your tail swayed to the side, as if giving him some opening to take it out.

Sloooowly, the pink vibrator was pulled out, having you squirm and splutter around Satoru's base, your spit spilling down to his heavy balls at this point.

Your empty walls clenched and unclenched around nothing, ears flattening further and tail drooping, feeling empty had you starting to whine and cry about it.

No worries, Kamo knew how to cheer you up.

Slurp sluuurp choke… twap..thwap.. smack..!

Aren't you glad Choso paused the stream and cut the mics off? The whining and male groans, accompanied by lewd skin-to-skin and sucking sounds, sounded like some porno.

The more timid one was gripping your waist and spreading the fat of your ass to watch the other hole twitch every time he filled your cunt to the hilt.

Gojo was petting your head, taking shallow breaths when you were forced to move forward by the motion of Choso behind you.

Sandwiched by two girthy cocks messing up your insides had you blissed out.

"Scootch over a bit."

"But-"

"Don't worry, it'll fit."

Satoru had the brightest idea ever. Instead of taking turns, why not go at the same time?

There you were, lying on top of Choso, sniffling and licking at his jaw while Satoru spread your cheeks, you looked pretty stretched out by Kamo already, but…

An excited pink tip was trying to push inside, having you arch your back even more, letting out a cry at the way you were getting split open.

Choso got worried once again, shushing you and rubbing your back to try and get you to calm down. But when that didn't work, he captured your lips with his, keeping you distracted with a tender kiss.

The initial stretch and discomfort were worth it, clinging on to the dark brown-haired man, tongue and every moan being swallowed by him too.

Meanwhile, Gojo was groaning in your ear, making sure to run his hands across your body, your tummy, while being balls deep inside together with Choso. The feeling underneath his palms of your insides being stuffed full with both of them almost had Gojo cumming. But he wanted to be nice to Choso for doing what he was told this whole time.

"Dude… s..shit.. tootight… hey, you wanna- you want to do anything before we cum? Haah.. not gonna last like this…" your boyfriend mumbled out against your shoulder, trying to talk to Choso, who was still pretty busy with whimpering around your drooly tongue and canines.

Maybe Gojo shouldn't have asked, more for you than him, but.

You were sat upright now, tail slowly wagging, eyes watering, and pupils blown, Satoru still inside and slowly grinding his hips upwards into yours, hands caressing your sides and face, now being the one calming you down.

Your spine tensed, hands clung onto your boyfriend's biceps… Kamo was easing himself in past the rim, gently massaging your hips and the globes of your ass to relax the muscles.

"Shh.. it'll feel really good in a bit… promise.." He finally spoke up, too, placing a sweet kiss in the middle of your back.

Again, he was right.

Having both of them pistoning in and out in and out in a matching rhythm around your fluttering insides had you cumming- unable to tell them because all the words on your tongue were lost, blabbering and slobbering against Gojo while having both holes properly jammed full.

Oh, and of course, that wasn't it.

You were pushed to sit back on the couch after them agreeing to pull out leaving you gasping and overstimulated, the two of them standing above you.

The intense sound of rushing palms with wet skin filled your senses, making your jaw unhinge and loll your tongue out.

Lovely, warm splurts covered your face, eyes fluttering shut as you licked your lips, the two differently tasting loads made you shiver.

"Clean her up, Chos."

Such a good boy he was, lightly cupping your face and lapping up both his own and Satoru's release, making sure to give you one last peck on the lips too.

-

"Chhaaatt!! Sorry for the wait, I had some technical difficulties. But look who's decided to join us now, gush about how cute she is instead of complaining, yeah?"

All three of you were at the desk once again, you now tucked between the two on your own seat, a small smile on your face as Choso pet you, letting Gojo do the talking.

The stream went on, and nobody questioned why the pillows and plushies were thrown about in the background… or the change of clothes.

Yoon's notes: this took me so long for no reason. HOPE U LIKEEE

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