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author's note ✷ compilation of female rap & rnb lines i’ve collected from some of my favorite artists & have turned into one shot fics with your favorite character turned monsters for my kinktober celebration ! if you’d like to be tagged just comment or send a message through my inbox ! first post comes in october, mwah <3
.⋆♱ ON THE LOW — “ when it’s bed time, that means give me head time ”
⤷ ゛featuring werewolf hange zoe .. a girl's best friend ! ˎˊ˗
𓏵‧₊˚BEST FRIENDS — “ bad bitch & we look like twins ”
⤷ ゛ featuring vampire shoko ieri .. be careful, she bites ! ˎˊ˗
.⋆♱ GIRL — “ tell ‘em you’re my girl & anything you want is yours ”
⤷ ゛ featuring ghost yuki tsukumo .. is she haunting your home or your body ? ˎˊ˗
𓏵‧₊˚ HASTA CUANDO — “ she’d eat my pussy if i let her ”
⤷ ゛ featuring siren fem!geto suguru .. her comforting voice of.. death ?! ˎˊ˗
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been so obsessed with friends/best friends to lovers trope, it’s just something so sacred and intimate about it :33 i hope u guys enjoy the works im putting out pertaining to this🙈🙈 butch sukuna bff x reader is posted <3
tags: mdni, lesbians, heavy petting, best friends to lovers, fingering, tit sucking, fingering, oral, jealousy, confessions, biting, pet names
a/n: possessive butch sukuna thoughts yummmm🫦🫦need her bad. can u guys tell im trying to emphasize the intimacy in sex rather than it just being smut. kinktober post dropping soon if anyone gaf
“mmya think i should bring the girl im talking to, to gojo’s party?” sukuna asked, observing the way your eyebrows raised at the question, trying to spot any hint of jealousy that seeped out of your expression at the words.
“not like you’re ever alone to begin with.” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at the pink haired woman sitting next to you.
you had always had a thing for your best friend but you were too stubborn to admit it. and seeing sukuna with a girl around her arm constantly didn’t help either.
“oh?” sukuna smirked. “ya got a problem with me being with other girls princess?” she taunted, having you right where she wanted you.
“and if i do?” you asked, not expecting the response to lead to you in her bed, your panties being the last remaining article of clothing on you.
you didn’t realize though, that she only brought other women around to get a rise out of you which always worked. but you never caved.
not until now, sandwiched between her and her bedsheets, smelling like sukuna, and begging and hoping that this wasn’t a dream.
and sure you hooked up with other women from time to time but you can’t remember the last time you were really intimate with someone like this. someone who dedicated each touch to your body with a promise of pleasure.
you didn’t know where your body ended and hers started, the feeling of being desired and wanted filling your chest and your body with warmth.
sukuna was so concentrated on you. focused on every movement of her fingers that made you shiver and your breath stutter so she could do it again.
she was worshipping your body from top to bottom.
you got the feeling that if she could, she would eat you whole to keep you to herself.
sukuna kissed you with a softness it seemed she only reserved for you. gentle and smooth, gliding her tongue along your bottom lip and gently sucking before asking permission to enter. tracing your teeth and tangling her tongue with yours. mapping out every crevice of your body.
your head was rushing, sukuna was stealing your breath and making you dizzy. and even while she was already on top of you, pinning your body down with her own, one of her palms on your neck squeezing lightly and the other holding your own against the mattress, you wanted more.
more of sukuna. you wanted to breathe her in and out. feel every inch of her skin against yours, know how every strand of her hair would curl against your fingers.
it was only when she moved to nibble on the shell of your ear that you were able to catch your breath. chests heaving against one another and now without her mouth to swallow the noises you made, she could hear all of you.
with every moan you let out at the feeling of her warm tongue against your ear, her teeth lightly scraping at the cartilage, she squeezed your palm harder, as if wanting to hear every last breath you uttered in response to her.
“so pretty, need’ya.” sukuna uttered with a possessive grit to her voice that only made you giggle.
“you already have me suki.” you pulled her hair lightly to get her to look at you, to see the smile that she was always the cause of.
“yeah?”
“yeah.” you responded before she pulled you in for another deep kiss. trailing down to your neck, biting lightly on the thin flesh and leaving marks as proof of her love in writing on your skin.
sukuna continued until she got to your breasts, sucking on one of your nipples while groping and pinching the other. swirling her tongue and switching to the next.
you were caressing the back of her head, feeling the short strands of her undercut as she was putting her tongue to work. “suki yes— fuck!”
your moans earned a grunt in response, as if she was receiving the same amount of pleasure from hearing your moans and her name slip so beautifully off your tongue.
sukuna began moving lower and lower, kissing and licking, leaving a small kiss on your belly button piercing. a pink diamond for her that she bought you herself after she held your hand while you got it pierced.
she pulled you to the end of the mattress, dragging your cunt to her face and pulling your legs over her shoulders with ease.
moving her lips across the expanse of your inner thighs, god for a woman who usually acted so tough and sharp around the edges she was so soft for you.
the thought of her carefulness only made you more wet, your panties embarrassingly damp, probably leaking now from how she got your worked up with her heavy kisses.
“love this view.” sukuna muttered before leaving a kiss on your mound. salivating at the way you looked, hair slightly frizzy, breasts bouncing from your heavy breathing, pubes sticking out of your panties. you looked delicious.
smelled delicious too, sukuna was usually so impatient but for your enjoyment she’d drag this out for as long as need to be.
sukuna grabbed the waistband of your underwear, shimmying the thin straps off, easily lifting your hips. muscles barely straining with having to do all the work. she refused to have you lift a finger, refused to let you do anything except for savor the feeling of her tongue against your body.
sukuna had been with lots of women but you were different, always had been, and your glistening cunt shining in front of her, tempting her to dive in only proved her point more. she had never seen something so sweet, so beautiful.
pupils dilated, and clit throbbing at the sight.
fuck.
with her tattooed fingers, she spread your lips open, licking a long warm stripe up to your clit. reveling the taste of your arousal, the flavor addicting.
she flicked your clit with her tongue lightly, testing to see your reaction, watching your face contort with pleasure. your eyes scrunching shut and mouth falling agape.
“suki— fuck, so warm haah!” you moaned, sinking your nails into her hair at the feeling.
her hands gripped your thighs tighter, nails pressing into the flesh. sukuna’s eyes were focused only on you, she watched the bead of sweat travel down your temple and your body dampen. the shine making you seem more delectable.
your reactions only encouraged her movements and your arousal was flooding her senses, sukuna was in heaven.
switching between sucking your clit to fucking you with her tongue.
“feel good, princess?” the sound of her muffled rough voice sending vibrations through your clit made you cry her name harder.
“yes-ah! feels so good suki, mmph— please!” you slurred, drunk on the feeling of her, biting down on your bottom lip and pulling at the pink strands of her hair.
sukuna’s tongue was moving in tangent with your body. her every movement a lit match to the heat brimming under your skin, threatening to light aflame at her actions.
she could tell you were close and dragged it out for as long as possible, briefly stopping her ministrations to leave butterfly kisses on your clit and going back to making out with the nub.
your entrance was clenching around nothing, your slick producing more and more. body beginning to twitch, feeling your muscles pull taut.
“breathe baby, i got you. just breathe.” sukuna instructed and at the sound of her voice you came. it felt like you crashed into a wall, a chorus of thank you’s leaving your mouth and sobs wracking through you.
body convulsing, and eyes scrunched up, your vision filling with stars and your heart pounding loudly in your ears.
and through your orgasm she continued sucking, cleaning you up and taking every last drop of you on her tongue as you shivered.
“did so good, so good for me baby.” sukuna said while rubbing your thigh with her calloused hand. the hard skin fraying your nerves.
she climbed back up to kiss where your tears had fallen, entangling her hand with yours again. craving to be attached to you in some form.
“suki..?”
“yeah?” sukuna responded in between kisses.
“i think im in love with you.” you confessed, breathless and heart full.
“took’ya long enough to realize.” she smirked, canines showing and tips of her ears red and tanned cheeks dusted the same color as her hair.
“love you too.” sukuna whispered, returning the affection. leaning down to connect your lips to hers. all she could think of was of how perfect you were. and how perfect you felt connected to her.
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— been thinking about doing this event & eventually decided yes & that this will also be a milestone event ! reached a follower count that I'm proud of despite being very inactive. thank you to everyone supporting my account & posts, lesbians & non lesbians !
Staying in a single cabin with Satoru and Suguru during the summer camp is... interesting. Testing your self-restraint every single day. But one day, when news spreads that a killer is murdering other campers, you decide to make a final decision. Lose your virginity! Because in slashers, gays always die first!
part of slutty, slasher, summer
.༄. ݁˖ pairing: ꒰ Femjo x F!Reader x Femguru ꒱
.༄. ݁˖ content & warnings: ꒰ MDNI 18+ :: WLW :: horrorish?? :: summer camp :: set in late 80s :: killers and murderers :: filth with plot :: some yuri satosugu action :: virign reader x experienced satosugu :: slight manipulation :: fem!toji :: fem!sukuna :: use of slasher troupes :: threesome :: face sitting :: oral sex :: fingering :: slight comedy :: everyone is constantly horny ꒱
.༄. ݁˖ words: ꒰ 7.8k ꒱
.༄. ݁˖ notes: This one is a bit different from other stories from this series, following the honry and comedic side of slashers. Enjoy!
The sun smooched your cheeks with its sizzling kisses, beading salty droplets on your neck. The wind was almost stale, scorching your skin as you walked across the short-grassed plain towards one of the wooden cabins.
The children would arrive any minute now, and some nerve in your mind could already hear their screams. At least fifty munchkins would join a month-long summer camp, with the ten camp counsellors as their guardians. At first, it seemed like not enough. During training, everyone assured you that you would handle the kids. That they weren't that bad. Handling them would be fine, leaving the evenings free to hang out with other counsellors.
Yet right now, with shorts clinging to your thighs and top soaked in sweat, all you wanted was to jump into the closest lake and forget about being a responsible adult.
You looked at the wooden key chain with the carved number three. The counsellors' cabins were scattered around the camp, surrounded by the students' ones. You sighed, noticing that the numbers on the counsellors' cabins, to your tired dismay, were not in numerical order.
With a soft curse under your breath, you moved deeper into the camp, passing several buildings. The cafeteria, playroom, and a barn, likely used for children's parties. The birds chirped high in the tall trees, which, almost spitefully, cast very little shadow over your fragile frame.
The lake shimmered beneath a setting sun behind your back, with a small beach and a volleyball net ready for children's play.
Your hand tightened on the suitcase that rolled behind you at a snail's pace, while you tensed your shoulders from the heavy backpack.
Cabin number three appeared on the horizon, its number elegantly bending and curving like the sweetest reward. You had been dreaming of nothing but jumping into the quick shower to wash away the sweat from your burnt skin.
After a minute, you took the first steps onto the little porch and opened the front door. Woody fragrance immediately hit your nostrils, seeping into your marrow with the heavy warmth. Stepping further in, you looked around at the walls and simple, creamy furniture. The small table in the living room, the soft rug, a rather large sofa…
The sofa…
Oh.
"Oh my god!" you screamed, immediately covering your eyes. "I'm, uh, sorry, I didn't mean to–" walk in on you having a make-out session?
Right on the sofa lay two women. Your roommates for the next month, most probably. One with her breasts fully spilling past the gently slipped top, legs wrapped around someone's head. Fluffy, white, nuzzled into the woman's pussy, pushing soft, crying moans from her throat.
Both of them quickly turned your way, yet none felt as mortified as you.
"Apologies, sweets. We forgot ourselves," one of them said, and you soon heard the quiet rustle of clothes. A few snickers and laughs, then she added, "You can open your eyes now."
With even more sizzling warmth, you looked shyly at the two women standing right in the middle of the living room.
Beautiful.
Yet even such a word was too simple to capture their true beauty. Something else needed to be said.
Something about one woman's long, raven hair, falling softly to curl below her breasts. Of the lavender, cat-like eyes that curled up, and her plush, cherry lips, gently smudged with lipstick. Of her threaded-gold skin, seemingly smooched by the sun's kisses.
Oh, she was utterly breathtaking. And when your eyes fell down her heavy breaths and thick thighs wrapped by nothing but flimsy shorts, something in your heart panged.
Moving your look at her friend, a soft "Oh" slipped in shyness.
She looked so much different. Taller, leaner, with muscles bulging under her pale arms. Smaller breasts wrapped by a simple top, long legs dressed in loose bermuda shorts, brushed her knees. Almost unnaturally white hair curled at the end of her neck, falling rather messily, shaggy, right over the soft forehead.
Crystal-pale eyes looked at you with a hint of cheekiness, lips curled into a rather sly smile.
And then, there was… you. Sweating, panting, with a speeding heart and something else, something foreign, bubbling in your lower belly. Spreading a sort of eerie, yet unknown warmth all over your body, till you felt it dripping from the fingertips.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were… here."
The slightly shorter girl giggled, pushing a lock of dark hair back behind her ear. "Don't worry, sweetheart. It's our fault. We thought we would finish quicker."
"That you would finish quicker." Her friend added, with a sly smile dancing on her handsome face.
Because that was the most accurate way to describe her. Handsome.
Beautiful seemed too plain to describe someone as ethereal. Someone who rather reminded you of the modern goddess, with her thick thighs spilling from the tight–
"I'm Suguru, by the way," she brought your thoughts back, although noticed a warm face peeking at her legs. "And that's Satoru."
You mumbled your name with a slightly hoarse voice.
"That's pretty," Satoru said, tilting her head slightly. "So you're also a camp counsellor. First time?"
You nodded, feeling the hellish heat still dancing behind your eyelids. Your fingers curled tighter around the suitcase handle as you cleared your throat.
"Yeah. I have summer break at university and thought about earning a few pennies."
Suguru hummed, nodding her head. "It's so fun, truly! It's our third time here. Other camp counsellors are also super nice-"
"I wouldn't exactly call Sukuna nice," Satoru added, walking your way slowly and grabbing the suitcase. "Let me show you our room, hm?"
Our sounded almost threatening. You knew there was no chance of a separate room, yet seeing a little performance you accidentally walked into, you found sharing a room with two women at opposite ends of your exact type seemed dangerous.
With still heated cheeks, you nodded and allowed her to lead farther into the cozy cabin. Suguru followed you two, her bare feet softly peeling off the wooden floor.
"She is nice around pretty girls," Suguru laughed, seeing the cherry flush creeping up your neck. "But may also be quite harsh, that's true. Toji, on the other side-"
Satoru scoffed, pushing one of the doors. "Sweets you better stay away from Toji. Dumb as hell and yet all the camp counsellors always land in her sheets."
You bit down on lower lip, letting out a soft chuckle. Satoru's eyes glimmered as he looked over her shoulder before inviting you in with a smile.
The room was small yet rather cozy, with three single beds, a wardrobe, and a window looking directly out over the lake. You immediately noticed that their single beds were snuggled together, while yours stayed on the other side of the room.
Suguru followed your gaze before her soft fingers wrapped around your arm. "Oh, we usually like to cuddle. It's, hm, warmer, you know?"
An it's a fucking hell outside, and sweat drips through my butt cheeks; I almost slipped past your lips, yet you answered them with a simple nod.
Satoru hummed, her crystal eyes crashing with Suguru's lavender cheekiness. "I couldn't describe it better. Warm indeed. You can join us if you wish."
There was a moment of silence, stretching between the three of you like a silk thread. Almost invisible, thin, yet pulling your bodies towards each other, seeping into the thinness of your spines.
The world spun before your eyes, and bubbling warmth filled your belly. Your lips curled into a clumsy smile. Fingers tucked a lock of hair back behind a warm ear before you coughed shyly, "It's okay. I'm quite fine by myself."
Satoru hummed, eyeing your face.
The heaviness of her gaze settled on your chest, and Suguru's sweet, slightly musky sweat wrapped around your senses.
Satoru leaned against the doorframe as she clicked her tongue, then draped her arm over Suguru's shoulders. "The bathroom's over there. Take a quick shower and join us in ten minutes. The kids will be here soon, buzzing around like a swarm of ants, so get ready."
You nodded before seeing them out further into the house. After a few muffled giggles and Suguru's, "She's so pretty, isn't she?" followed by Satoru's hum, the cabin's door closed.
Leaving you sweating and panting, with a sticky mess seeping through the drenched panties.
Oh, the next month will be nothing but pure hell.
You sighed, grabbed fresh shorts from your suitcase, and snatched the red, tight, camp staff top from your bed before stepping into the cold shower. The icy water ran down your spine like the glacial waves of heavy snow. Only a freezing shower could truly reset your senses, washing away the scorching heat that coursed through your veins.
With still slightly wet hair, and sunglasses high in your nose, you left the house.
The main cabin for all the camp counsellors' meetings lay in the middle of the lush plain. Sunlight caressed your skin with gentle kisses, and birds chirped high in the forest trees, caging the campsite in their tight clutches.
As you approached the main cabin, faint laughter and shushing sounds surrounded you. The sense that most of the counsellors already knew each other felt like a prickling sensation on your skin, and so you took a deep breath.
The house was a bit bigger, with the door wide open as if inviting you in. Voices merged into a chaotic splash of cheer, making you even more nervous. Biting your lower lip, you lingered a few seconds in front of the low steps, fingers fiddling with the hem of your tight shirt, sweat beading at the back of your neck.
One step after another, you walked up the porch, stress already eating you alive, when-
"Auch," you hissed, bumping into someone's big body. "I'm sorry."
Yet when you raised your eyes, your voice suddenly got sucked into your throat.
A woman stood there. Another, utterly beautiful, yet with a sly smirk playing on her cut lips and her emerald eyes slightly squinted. She seemed oh-so-much more muscular than Satoru and Suguru, with heavy breasts hidden tightly beneath her counsellor's shirt and beefy arms slick with glistening sweat.
The heat again hit your cheeks as you coughed awkwardly and took a step to the side.
"Sorry for standing at the entrance."
She chuckled, her slightly raspy yet sweet voice kissing your ears.
"It's okay, sweetie." Her eyes fell to the camp staff sign printed in white on your red top, lingering a moment longer. To trace the skin of your breasts, shimmering with a gentle sheen of sweat beneath the feverish sun, before slowly drifting back to your eyes. "You're our new girl, right?"
Her voice dropped low on our part, sending a cold shiver down your spine. Though you longed for nothing more than to drown yourself in the nearby lake.
"That must be me," you laughed awkwardly, pushing a hum past her lips. "Am I the only one who's new here?"
She looked over her shoulder, eyes falling on someone inside the cabin. "Well, it seems so. Not many students want to spend their holidays with a bunch of noisy kids. We've been hanging out together for the past few years. Getting our fun at night and keeping the brats clean during the day."
You laughed softly again, peeking inside the cabin too. You've caught a peek of Satoru's snowy hair and Suguru's hips straddling her thighs.
"I'm Toji, by the way," the woman said, stretching her hand.
Oh.
Toji.
The one Satoru told you to avoid at any cost.
Great.
You shook it, shyly stammering your name too. Her emerald eyes locked you in place; her slightly tilted head forced a few raven strands to fall loosely over her shoulder.
Although a few calluses coated her palm, it still felt smooth. Delicate, with long fingers brushing yours.
"I'm responsible for sports here," she said, pulling you a little closer. She leaned in to meet your gaze, then smiled cheekily. "Do you like sports, sweets?"
"Why?" fell softly, as you traced the beauty of her face. Your throat bobbed; fingers went slightly limp within her grasp. "Do you want to teach me?"
Only after the words fell from your lips did you realise how flirty they sounded. How silly yet cute you seemed, asking such a question – a clear and open invitation to sex.
"It depends on how good you are at cardio." Her giggle set your cheeks on fire, and, oh, she seemed to take so much pleasure in all your humiliating reactions. "Although I don't mind if you, hm, prefer to be on the more relaxed side. If you want, my cabin–"
Yet before she could finish, someone pulled you away from her grasp, hugging you to their soft side.
Soft, plush, slightly sticky, carrying a sweet, flowery fragrance, only then did you notice that your cheek was plastered against Suguru's soft breasts. With her boobs barely contained by the camp staff top, she held you in an almost protective, motherly hug, as if trying to guard you from danger.
"You really have the audacity to go after the new girl," Satoru hissed, standing in front of you and Suguru. In a similarly protective manner, she crossed her muscular arms over her chest.
Toji rolled her eyes. "I don't see how that's your problem."
You felt dumbstruck, clammy, yet cosy, with your cheek pressed to Suguru's softness and her gentle hand brushing your hair.
"Are you okay, sweets?" She cooed, sweet breath hitting your cheeks.
You barely managed to nod, pulling yourself back slightly. Suguru was a little taller than you, so her lavender eyes looked down at your warm face with a tender gaze. Fingers tucked a few strands back behind your ear; thumbs brushed your cheeks.
"Oh, you're a bit warmish."
"No, i-it's okay," you gave her a weak smile, pulling yourself away from her touch. "I overheated myself a bit… I guess."
Satoru and Satoru and Toji were still bickering on the side, yet you gave them no mind. Not when Suguru was still watching your face so carefully, and a few other people were staring at your little performance from inside.
Only then did you notice that you were all standing in the small living room. Large doors led to the terrace, and a faint breeze from a weak fan barely cooled the faces of the other camp counsellors. They all sank onto brown sofas, sighing heavily as they watched Satoru and Toji.
A girl with long, blond hair muttered, "I hope they live on the other side of the camp."
"I hope they won't try to drown each other like last year." Added the only guy sitting in the living room.
With dark hair brushing his shoulders and tired, slightly purplish under-eyes.
"Well, Satoru sucks at swimming, so I don't know why she tried to challenge Toji."
Suguru shot her head towards the girl with a cigarette hanging off her lips, eyes throwing cold daggers. "She's not that bad."
The girl chuckled. Before she could light a cigarette, another woman snatched it from her lips and broke it in half.
"That's it. Can we please focus before the kids arrive?"
She stood in the middle of the living room, squinting at all the staff seated on the sofa. Blond locks fell down her spine, coiling into a long braid. Sunglasses rested on her head, a folder of documents waiting silently between her hands.
Her shirt was different from others, with a camp chief stretched on her breasts.
"Hi, I'm Nanami," she smiled, coming slowly towards you. "Sorry for all of this. Some of our camp counsellors still don't know how to behave."
Her blue eyes narrowed at Satoru and Toji, who were now entering the cabin. Toji sat on the sofa next to another muscular woman with pink hair, while Satoru wrapped her arms around your and Suguru's shoulders.
Nanami looked at the three of you with a smile dancing on her tired lips. "I see you already had a chance to meet your new roommates?"
You nodded, yet before any words could leave your lips, Satoru pulled you closer to her chest. Smaller than Suguru's, yet spreading a comforting mix of sweat and sweetness that made your mind go balmy.
"Of course, we're besties already, right?"
"Yeah," you murmured, feeling her blue eyes look down at your cheeks. Oogling the heat creeping up your cheeks and a shy nod that made her fingers dig deeper into your arm. "We a-are."
Oh, you were so fucked.
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You thought living with Satoru and Suguru would be manageable. That they would somehow control themselves around you.
That the camp you were working at for the past week wasn't just a yearly meeting made up of only hot women and one actually helpful guy, whose main devilish aim was to seduce you.
During the day, you all worked together with the children, organising a range of events, from swimming classes and archery to arts and crafts, even building bases in the woods, before the brats went off to rest, allowing all the staff to enjoy their time by the fireplace.
When you were taking the children to swimming class, Toji and Sukuna were already there. With muscular arms glistening in the sunlight, tight swimsuits barely covering their tits and nothing but cheeky shorts wrapped around their hips.
You couldn't keep track of how often they tried to pull you into the lake. You noticed their eyes linger on your body as you entered the water in a swimsuit. Fingers were gentle as Sukuna corrected your posture, softly saying, "good girl, like that, mhm, that's perfect." Her crimson eyes fixed on your slowly rising breasts, her hands beneath your back as you floated on the water, supported by her arms.
"You're a natural, baby. Doing so well for me."
And so, after the morning swimming classes – which were meant for children, not you – a cold shower was quite needed.
In the afternoon, when you joined archery with your assigned group of children, Satoru kept putting her hands on your hips. Pulling them toward her, with lips close to your ear, warm breath tingling across your skin like petal kisses, as she whispered instructions on how to draw a bow.
"You should feel it here," fingers pressing some spot on your back. "Mhm, that's good. Correct your stance. Push your hips a bit further back."
You took a deep breath, feeling her hips brushing against your ass.
"Shouldn't you look at childr–"
"They're fine. Let's focus on you, sweets."
Thus, after the archery class, a shower was needed too. Cold, like the glacier peaks of unfathomable mountains, as you tried to think about anything but Satoru's long fingers making circles on your hips.
During the arts and crafts with Suguru, oh dearest. She was always eager to sit behind you. With her heavy bust pressed against your back, cherry lips near your ear, chin resting on your shoulder.
"Press it a bit harder, sweets," she would mutter, wrapping your linked hands around the clay vase. "That's good. Now make gentle circles here. This way, we'll get a nice pattern, hm?"
But you couldn't focus on her words at all. Not when her sweetness heightened your fever, and gentle touch of skin made your mind whirl. Raven hair, always fragrant with the richest fruits, carried hints of peach, raspberry, and soft lavender, tumbling over your shoulder as she watched you from behind. Her lavender eyes followed your awkward effort to craft a vase from clay.
"You're doing great," she giggled, pushing a low chuckle past your lips.
"Am I? The ten-year-olds seem to be doing better than me."
Suguru shook her head, breast pressing to your back tighter. "Don't worry, I'll teach you. I'm quite good with my hands."
And as you might have guessed, the pottery class was also ending with a cold shower. The one that would finish with your soft moans echoing off the small bathroom, while one of your hands was pressed to your lips, another playing with your swollen clit. Smearing the stickiness all over your drenched pussy, thigh, feeling the desperate clenching of your walls as if in need to feel something longer, softer.
Something reminding you of Satoru's long, pale fingers and Suguru's strong pressure.
For the past week, you've felt as if the hormonal rush of our teenage years had hit you twice as hard. The horny sensation that seemed never to leave your body. The heat lingering in your cheeks and chest, constantly bubbling deep within your lower belly.
Living with Satoru and Suguru was a mix of a nightmare and every lesbian's dream. They fucked almost every night, with soft whispers and giggles filling your small bedroom, as if you weren't even there.
But they knew you were.
They knew because every night, Satoru whispered, "She looks so pretty when she sleeps," and your name, softly spoken by Suguru while she was climaxing, kept echoing in your ears.
Their pants and moans and cries, with the nasty squelch echoing off the wooden walls, when Suguru was eating Satoru's drenched pussy with wet smacks.
And as you lay with your back turned their way, facing the wall, you simply couldn't help but let your hand slowly fall between your thighs.
To push the muffled breaths into your pillow, while fingers rolled the plump clit. To allow yourself to get aroused, wretched, upon hearing their soft moans and cries. Suguru's fingers slipping deep inside Satoru's pussy. Satoru changing their positions, to press her drenched folds to Suguru's. Lips wrapping around her full breasts, tongue swirling around her nipple, as her hips moved.
The squelching friction of their cunts rolling against each other made your head spin. Your fingers rolled the clit harder, thighs clenched at the sheer thought of feeling their tongues, fingers, lips on your body.
Oh, you truly hoped they couldn't see your body writhing in the darkness of your shared room, with your bed neatly tucked into the dimmest corner. And thank fucking God.
Their climax always sounded lovely. Almost too sugary, with the softest moans slipping past their lips, when they both cummed in each other's wet, sweating embrace.
The room was filled with nothing but the smell of their arousal, pinching your spine as you let yourself cum too. Shyly, silently, as if you didn't want them to know how badly you wanted to join.
But your virgin mind was simply too… shy to ask. Horny? Oh, dearest, you've never felt as horny as you have over the past week. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to agree to Satoru's repeated offers to join your beds.
To allow Suguru wrap her arms around your waist, when she was slipping behind you in the kitchen.
Their touch set your body aflame, and most of the time you simply tried to wriggle yourself out of it.
And then, during one evening, you might have spilt a few intimate details about yourself, setting in motion a chain of consequences that would soon spin your whole world.
When all the camp counsellors met by the fireplace, with a light wine and food, simply enjoying spending your time together.
Yuki, Choso, Nanami, your two nasty swimming teachers, Shoko and even Utahime too. A sweet camp cook, who always left a few extra cookies for you on the side.
"Oh, you're a virgin?" Satoru was almost dumbfounded, and Suguru slightly smacked the back of her head.
"As if there's anything wrong with it!" She said, already a bit tipsy.
"Of course there's nothing wrong with it," Satoru hummed. "You just don't look like the type."
Oh, truly, because from your perspective, it couldn't be clearer that all their soft touches and whispers were driving you absolutely mad.
"Well, I'll take it as a compliment then. I never had a, you know. A chance," your tongue was already overly loose, yet mind too tipsy to stop the blabbering.
You didn't mean to reveal this secret. Not with all the women who were forcing you to act like a horny teenage boy.
But the atmosphere was sweet, Suguru placed soft circles on your lower back, and Satoru sat on the grass, leaning against your legs, as you sat on the thick log.
"Never had a boyfriend?"
Fire kissed her pale cheeks gently, casting a soft glow on the side of her face. Crystal eyes looked up, gazing at your plush lips twisting into an awkward smile.
"No, I've never had… a girlfriend," your eyes fell down your slippers, fingers tugging on the soft end of your hoodie. "I come from a small town, so it was difficult to find anyone."
Because all the other lesbians lived in secret, just waiting for a chance to leave for their studies, just as you did. Even at university, finding love still seemed quite difficult.
You weren't sure if the issue was yourself or just that you hadn't met a woman who would truly set your heart aflame.
Well, at least until now.
An awkward silence stretched among you all, and you groaned, feeling utter embarrassment that those new people knew about your little secret. Dearest heavens, you shouldn't drink with them again.
With head hanging between your shoulders, you stared down at Satoru’s cheeky face. Slightly curled lips, eyes shining wickedly, as Suguru squeezed your thigh.
"At least you'll be the one who survives if the killer gets us," Yuki suddenly chuckled, pushing a soft marshmallow into her mouth.
You furrowed, looking between all the other people who groaned. Choso shook his head, while Toji only sighed, taking another can of beer.
“What killer?” you asked, looking at Nanami.
The only reliable one, always mostly polite, acting in an almost gentlemanly way. She sighed and shook her head.
"Well, there's a story going on. About the guy who drowned here as a child because of the counsellors' negligence. He supposedly lives somewhere in these woods, killing the staff and campers," she said softly, yet the fire smouldering her cheeks gave her an eerie aura. The one washing cold shivers down your spine. Seeing your twisted face, Nanami chuckled. "Don't worry, it's just a fable. As you can see, we're all alive."
You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling Satoru wriggle by your legs. Her head fell back on your knees, hair scattering around the milky forehead as she winked.
"Don't worry, sweets, I'll protect you."
Your eyes rolled, yet fingers clenched tighter on the log's edge.
"No, he's alive. I know it. And you should be happy you're a virgin, because virgins always survive in slashers," Yuki stuck out her tongue, tipsy head falling onto Choso's shoulder as she posed as dead.
Utahime, sitting on the ground in a similar way to Satoru and allowing Shoko to brush her hair, pinched Yuki's calf.
"Stop blabbering! You're scaring the shit out of me."
You chuckled, yet a sudden thought slipped into your mind. Your forehead visibly wrinkled, fingers tapped on the log, as Satoru looked at you from below.
"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" She asked, while Suguru tucked a lock of your hair behind the ear.
"Well," you started, tilting your head. "Virgins survive, but gays always die first. So if the killers come, most of us will be their first target."
Another thread of silence stretched between a few people seated around the bonfire. The evening was deep, slipping slowly into night. Moonlight crept through the thick trees, and the lake settled into a peaceful slumber, allowing a few frogs to sit on the warm stones and chirp like crickets among the bushes. Crickets sang a soft melody, mingling with the fire's gentle crackle.
Yuki furrowed her forehead, clearly thinking about your words.
"Oh, you may be right. So even if you are a virgin, you'll die anyway," she giggled, her head falling drunkenly down Choso's thighs.
He sighed, brushing away the blond locks of her cheeky face and covering her tighter with a blanket.
Nanami shook her head, slowly rising. "Well, fortunately, there's no killer and no one has to die. It's just an old fable to scare the children," she shot you a smile. "Let's use it tomorrow on all the naughty brats trying to slip out of the cabins past curfew, hm?"
With that being said, the evening has ended. With Choso taking Yuki on his back, Shoko wrapping her arm around Utahime's shaking shoulder, Toji and Sukuna going back to their own cabin, while Satoru took her sweet time before slowly rising.
Suguru's cheek pressed softly against your shoulder, her gentle breath brushing you, creating a warm, soothing mist of her sweet aura around you.
"Don't worry, we won't let you die a virgin," she giggled, nuzzling herself closer against your arm.
And back then, while allowing Satoru to help you stand up from a log and wrap her arm around your and Suguru's shoulders, you had no idea how prophetic her words would turn out to be.
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Another week passed before all the camp counsellors gathered again. This time, inside the warm cabin, as the rain and storm danced over the towering trees, the midnight sky lit up here and there, with a deep, rumbling sound carried through the air.
This time, Satoru and Suguru stayed in your cabin, as if hoping to enjoy a bit of time alone. You left the house gladly, without even looking over your shoulder, shaking off the sticky warmth creeping up your neck with a tremble.
And up to your surprise, Sukuna and Toji also decided to skip the meeting.
"I think they caught a cold after morning swimming class," Nanami waved her hand. "They'll be fine, don't worry."
You nodded, plumping down on the brown sofa.
The gentle flicker of warm lamps lit the small room as you allowed yourself to relax and grow tipsy in the company of other staff. With Nanami, as usual, nodding with a smile and sipping wine; Yuki blabbering about all the embarrassments from previous years; Choso adding a few snippets of his own; and Shoko and Utahime busy with themselves.
Shoko wrapping the girl's hair around her finger, a grey smoke wrapping around Utahime's squirming nose.
A honeyed warmth filled your body, with the red wine trickling down your throat. Fogging your mind in an utterly pleasurable, almost balmy way, a feeling dangerously close to everything that pinched your body on those nights. When Satoru's tongue worked on Suguru's pussy more deliciously than usual, with the raven-haired girl's moans kissing your ears.
"Hm, I think it's time to do a quick round," Nanami sighed, looking outside into the heavy, rainy night.
Before she could stand, you pressed a palm to her thighs, sitting her back down. "You should rest. I'll go, don't worry."
Her chestnut eyes held yours for a moment before she nodded in thanks and let you slip into the warm storm. With an umbrella over your head and a flashlight in hand, you set out on the last evening walk.
Checking whether the kids didn't try to leave their cabins or spend the night with their friends. Whether the sixteen-year-old didn't have a foolish idea of slipping into the nearby woods to get drunk on cheap beers they managed to slip into their backpacks – you've been there and done that too, after all – or whether all the lights were off.
The crystal droplets bounced gently off the umbrella, sinking into the drenched, muddy earth. You walked slowly, humming softly, allowing yourself to breathe in the fresh, woody smell.
"Oh!" you gasped, slipping on something. Muggy, moist, sticking to your already wet shoes. "Ew, what is–"
But when the soft light fell to the ground – your throat tightened. Your heart throbbed, as if something heavy were hitting it with a hammer weighing a ton. The raspy breath was muffled by the heavy pattering rain as you stared at the crimson liquid pooling beneath your feet.
Carrying a metallic fragrance that tickled your nose in most unpleasing manner.
Your hand trembled, letting the umbrella slip into the muggy pool, light falling sharply on the bloody trail that led you deeper into the forest.
You shouldn't go.
Of course you shouldn't.
But what if one of the children was attacked? What if they needed your help? A weak, reckless child who came upon something, someone treacherous, hiding deep within the murky woods.
There's a story going on…
A wave of shivers ran down your spine, breath again slipped in a shudder.
"Fuck," you muttered, brushing droplets from your forehead with the back of your hand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Rain drenched your skin, hair stuck to cheeks, as you slowly walked into the woods. Following the crimson trail that seeped deep into the mud, mingling with the rain and dirt, yet still letting you see the faint traces of the shining, burgundy droplets.
The trees seemed to draw closer, as if wishing to trap you inside. Lock you within the crooked branches, wrapping your hair around their petal leaves.
The faint traces of blood marked moist earth, before something else appeared.
Something black and silky, and soon you noticed it was the hair. Dark locks sticking to the pale skin, falling over the pale cheeks and slashed lips.
Toji.
And right next to her, a sprawled body with long, pink hair wrapping around the creamy skin, covering half of the crimson-stained face, so similar in colour to Sukuna's beautiful eyes.
A sharp cry fell past your lips. Your hand pressed to your lips as a thought of a murderer still being somewhere around quickly flashed through your mind.
How is it possible that no one heard the screams? Could the rain truly be that heavy, muffling the cries of your friends? After spending two weeks together in close company – friends, could they be?
You wished to touch them. To see where the blood was coming from. Whether it was still possible to save them.
But instead, with feet slipping on the sloppy mix of mud and blood, you ran back towards the camp. Specifically, your cabin, as you rumbled through the door and locked it tight behind you.
Drenched, terrified, with shaking hands and shuddered breath, you ran through the little hallway before storming into your bedroom.
"They're dead!" you cried, yet a second later a soft, "Oh" quickly joined.
You forgot why Satoru and Suguru stayed back. Why exactly you decided to leave the cabin.
As both of them were now sprawled naked on their connected beds, Suguru's thighs wide open, head slightly lolling to the side, fingers buried in Satoru's hair.
Satoru lying between Suguru's thick thighs, pushing them even wider, to lap through the drenched, swollen folds of her glistening pussy.
She looked over her shoulder with cheeks smeared in Suguru's cum, shooting you a sly smile. "Hi sweetie. What did you say?"
The familiar warmth started bubbling in your belly. Mixing with a dread, a shaken soul, a heart that wished to race out of the ribcage. The picture of Toji's and Sukuna's dead bodies merged with a full view of Suguru's sweet, dripping pussy.
Oh, you were a horrible person.
Horrible, horrible, horrible.
Egotistic and wicked and blinded by the horniness that was building up within your body for the past few weeks.
Both women stared at you with slightly tilted heads. The room was thick with their sweat and breath, a fog that clung to the windows, smooching them with creamy kisses.
"I want you to fuck me," slipped suddenly. "Both of you."
Satoru's lips fell open, crystal eyes slightly bulging. Suguru raised her eyebrows before she cleared her throat. "Sweetheart, did anything happen?"
But you didn't answer.
No, instead your shirt fell to the floor with a wet splash. Short followed soon after, before you finally took off the bra, allowing your soft breasts to spill past the lost cups.
You didn't know where the sudden confidence came from, yet the conversation from a week earlier hit you like a hammer. If you were meant to die anyway, there was no way in hell you would die a virgin.
So you joined them on the bed on all fours. Slowly drawing closer to Suguru's wicked, lavender eyes, before stopping right in front of her face.
The beauty unmatched, kissed by a thousand divine goddesses. With lips in a pout, bewitching gaze squinting into a kitty-like shape, as you placed a hand on her delicate cheek. Gliding your thumb over her lower lip, savouring the cosy warmth radiating from her sun-kissed skin.
"What are you waiting for?" She whispered, kissing your finger softly.
With a shuddering, deep breath, you pressed yourself against her. Her sweet lips and moaning puffs drew you closer. Her tongue met yours, teeth clashed, and saliva dripped down your chin from the messy kisses filling the foggy room.
Satoru hummed, and before you could turn her way, strong fingers wrapped around your ankles. Quickly pulling you away from Suguru's lips, turning you on your back, only to put you back into the same position. With thighs pressed to your chest, glistening pussy wide open for Satoru's beastly maw.
"Don't mind me," she giggled, lowering herself down to take a deep, groany smell of your cunt. "I'm going to make out with her."
Suguru sat beside you, looking down at your shocked, already dizzy face. With hair scattered across the pillow and slightly lidded eyes, she slipped her hand to brush your breasts.
"Hm, do you want to try too?" She asked, rolling your perked nipple between her fingers.
"Try wh–ah!" A cry fell past your lips when Satoru fully pressed her tongue to your pussy.
A feeling... impossible to describe. Nothing could ever match your poor attempt to pleasure yourself with those pitiful fingers of yours. The numerous toys you kept tightly hidden beneath your bed – vibrators that never satisfied, warming lubricants that yearned to mimic the true heat of Satoru's delicate tongue.
She hummed, sending trembles deep into your pussy and pushing another cry past your throat. Suguru giggled, drawing closer to peck your cheek.
"Do you want to eat me out?" she whispered, peppering your fallen lips with kisses. "I'm already so wet for you, sweetheart. Can I sit on your face?"
Oh, you dreamed only of feeling her thighs wrap around your cheeks. Feel her warmth close to your face, and you nodded. Her lips curled into a cheeky smile before she lowered herself over your face. Hands gripping the bed's wooden frame, cushy thighs brushing your cheeks.
"Stick out your tongue, sweetheart," she said, seeing you obediently do so. With sparkles of awe shining in your eyes as you looked at the woman hovering right over your face. "Mmm, such a good girl. Now, be gentle, ahh."
The moment her pussy met your tongue, something beneath your belly burst. She tasted simply like skin, with a slightly musky scent of sweat, yet your eyes rolled back at the sweetness spilling over your tongue. The sheer fact that you could finally taste her made your head spin, fingers clenching on her thighs to pull her closer.
Satoru chuckled, sucking on your clit softly. Licking, slurping, kissing the softness of your drenched pussy the same way you did it with Suguru's. One of her long, pale fingers poked your fluttering hole, pushing it gently through the tight walls.
"Sorry sweets, next time I'll use my strap," she hummed, feeling the plush clench around her fingers.
Suguru moaned softly as you sucked on her clit the same way Satoru sucked yours. In fact, you tried to mimic everything you felt. The slurps and smooches and nasty squelch, when her juices trickled down your tightened throat. Your moans hit her core whenever Satoru pressed her face closer to your pussy.
"Mhm, she's going to fuck both of us, one after another. What do you think, sweetheart?" Suguru brushed a few stray locks from your forehead, giggling at the deep furrow between your brows. "Oh my, so–ah–focused. Am I that good?"
So fucking good. So, so, so good, you wanted to say, but instead moaned loudly right into the plush of her pussy.
Your hands slipped up, tracing the smoothness of her thighs, hips, and belly, before finally cupping her heavy breasts. The flesh spilled between your fingers, with nipples just begging to be pinched, and you did so with genuine pleasure.
Nothing, really, brought you more pleasure than watching Suguru's body writhe in bliss on top of yours. Her hips moved against your tongue, head slightly tilted back, allowing raven locks to cascade down her back. Soft fingers gripped the bed frame as she began chasing the rising heat in her belly.
And you did it too, with tears swirling beneath your lids, as Satoru found your sweet spot. And, oh, she used this to her utmost wicked pleasure, massaging it with two long fingers, while licking your sweet, leaking cunt. With a cheeky smile of satisfaction tugging on her lips, seeing your belly rise and fall faster. Thighs clench around her head, hips rolling against her tongue.
"You're so close, sweets. Aren't you?"
You couldn't say anything. Not with Suguru's hips straddling your face, her warmth fully pressed to your starving mouth.
"Satoru, she's–ahh fuck–a bit busy," her velvety voice echoed somewhere from over your head, but you didn't notice.
In fact, you couldn't register anything, completely enwrapped by the pleasure coursing through your body. Your focus was solely on cumming and making Suguru climax, as you gently increased the pressure on her clit. Your tongue flicked inside her pussy, fingers rolling erect nipples, until she finally stilled on your face.
Her body shaking from pleasure, as you joined her with a pitiful moan. Letting yourself cum all over Satoru's face, as her strong arm pressed your belly to keep your wriggling hips in place. Giving your folds one last lick before slipping higher.
And higher, kissing the plush of your belly, the mound of your breasts, and when Suguru slipped herself off your drenched face, connecting her lips with yours.
"You did so well, sweets," she murmured, cupping your cheek. "Such a good girl."
She kissed you slowly, sweetly, much lighter than Suguru. With body pressed to yours, thigh between your wet legs. When she pulled away, a long stripe of crystal saliva connected your swollen lips.
Suguru cupped Satoru's cheeks and pulled her into a short kiss, swallowing each other's laughs and giggles.
You watched them with pure bliss and heavy breaths. Their naked bodies embraced one another with a passion you'd never had, yet you were ready to accept if only they wished to share it.
"How about we take care of Satoru together, hm?" Suguru asked, lavender eyes looking down at your dreamy face.
With a soft nod, you sat, letting Satoru fall down the plush pillows with a soft laugh.
"I'm fine, trust me," she said, yet watched you and Suguru slowly kiss down her body with a twinkle in her crystal eyes. "I'm–ah, fuck."
A low moan escaped her throat when your lips wrapped around one of her nipples, while Suguru took care of the other. Kissing, pinching, and sucking it gently before you started going down.
And down, through the lean, muscular belly and creamy hips, as you slowly spread her legs open. White pubes tickling your nose as you nuzzle your cheek into the mound of her pussy.
"How could I not return your kindness?" you giggled, watching a smile tug on Satoru's lips.
"Oh? And how do you plan to do that, hm?" She bit down on her lower lip, watching two beautiful, completely wet naked women nuzzle themselves between her spread thighs. "My sweet girls, next time remind me to bring a camera. Fuck, I would hang your photo over my–nghh."
Fluffy hair fell back as both you and Suguru started lapping through her folds. The saliva dripping from your tongue mixed with her creamy cum, as you both slurped on the wetness of her cunt.
Satoru looked down, another low, "Fucking hell," slipping past her lips.
As both you and Suguru started kissing right over her fluttering cunt. Licking her folds clear, before pressing your lips into one, as if wishing to taste Satoru's cum off your tongues. Sucking, drinking, moaning right into your throats, before going back to Satoru's pussy and lapping her with nasty squelch.
Your fingers pressing into her fluttering hole, brushing the soft, clenching walls till finally pressing something soft.
Something that forced a loud sigh past Satoru's lips and spread her thighs even wider. In a desperate need to feel her two beautiful girls get sugar high over her glistening cunt.
"Fuck, I'm close," she whispered, brushing away your and Suguru's locks from your faces. "So good, oh god, my sweet girls, you make me feel s-so good."
You sucked on her clit with a soft moan, hand already slipping down your body to press the swollen clit. Suguru thrusted her fingers in an almost brutal manner, yet still pressing onto Satoru's sweet spot with softness.
"Cum for us, baby," she whispered, her lavender eyes catching the crystal, blurring gaze. "Show us how good we make you feel. Our sweetheart has been working so hard to pleasure you, hm?"
Your eyes twinkled at seeing Satoru's face filled with pure pleasure. Small breasts heaving with rapid breaths, eyes half-closed, abdomen tightening to release the final droplets of creaminess, before a loud, sweet moan echoed in your ears.
Her cunt clenched on your and Suguru's fingers, a gush of liquid cum splashing all over your faces.
And together with Satoru's moans… something else crashed.
The door to your bedroom opened with a thud.
"Fuck, you already started?"
Something in your chest clenched. A sudden dread washed over you as you slowly looked over your shoulder to see no one but Toji and Sukuna. With a few traces of crimson still coating their faces, their hair fell wetly over their shoulders.
Seeing your bulging eyes, Sukuna chuckled. "Surprise, sweets."
You looked between her and Toji, your throat tight, before turning back to Satoru. An innocent, pouted smile twisted her lips, but it reminded you of a rather devilish creature.
"Listen, we just wanted to play a little prank."
Yet before you could say anything, someone's strong fingers settled on your hip. Perking them up, another hand pressed against your shoulders. With a slight turn, you noticed Sukuna taking off her wet top, while Toji was already looking down at your glistening cunt.
"Yeah, yeah, trick or treat, or whatever. I've been waiting too long for it, so how about you relax and let us take care of you, hm?"
toru was never good at being patient. she often got what she wanted at the snap of her fingers. it seemed it would take more to get your attention though.
you’d always been stubborn, rolling your eyes when you sensed her presence walking into the room. hearing her teasing voice and words aimed at you.
she couldn’t help but bother you so much. you’re the only person that was even able to compete with her in class. toru always knew her name would never get docked from first place but it was fun watching you try. cute even.
which is why she had to have you.
to you, toru had always gotten under your skin, like a bugs venom after being made its target. no matter how hard you tried, how much you studied, her name would always come above you.
it was like she took pleasure in being the bane of your existence.
would approach you even if her attempts to talk to you only received small huffs and irritated glances at her. but in her books it was a small victory for your eyes to land on her at all.
but as if the universe was working in her favor, you had gotten paired up with her for an end of semester project.
once your name left the professors mouth along with hers, toru’s whole demeanor lit up, but yours.. not so much.
after class she watched you beg and beg to switch partners only for the professor to say everything was already decided. and at those words toru couldn’t suppress the smirk on her face, couldn’t bite back the giggles of excitement.
“we should exchange numbers, you know for the sake of the project.” was she going to use your number for different reasons? of course, which is probably why you refused and only gave her your student email.
she blushed at the thought that you knew her enough to know her next move. or hated her that much. toru decided it was the other option.
“only for the project. got it?” you said after saving the email in her phone, handing the device back to her.
toru couldn’t help but admire the pout on your lips, how soft they looked and how your eyes crinkled in disgust at her.
“you really think that lowly of me?” she hummed, blinking down at you and exaggerating the sadness in her voice.
you didn’t bother to respond though, immediately turning your back on her and leaving her standing alone in the hallway. she would find a way to change that attitude of yours. toru would take the time, find the patience.
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leaning against the wall and staring across the bar, hange narrowed their eyes to your figure, their grip tightened around the drink they were nursing on their hand.
watching you lean closer to the attractive guy that approached you five minutes ago, as his head gently tilted, his eyes not moving away from yours as you spoke in that honey voice of yours.
you were flirting.
it created a sense of possessiveness within hanges chest as they forced themselves to drown the whisky, allowing it to burn their throat.
“you’re staring.” a familiar voice spoke up, making hange break out of their thoughts and burning gaze towards the two across the room.
turning to levi, an unfamiliar scowl appeared on their face. “he’s only talking to her for a quick fuck.” they muttered, their voice uncharacteristically low.
levi turned his head to you and the guy, you were now laughing at something he said, brushing his muscular arms.
“she seems to really be into him.” levi muttered, turning back to hange. “you know she can’t read minds, right?”
hange huffed, “what are you talking about?” feigning obliviousness.
they knew exactly what levi meant.
it was quite obvious that they were into you, everyone knew. the way they always tried to make you laugh, talk to you even when there was nothing to talk about, just orbiting around you like earth orbiting around the sun.
you were their sun.
but right now the sun burnt into hange’s throat uncomfortably, something feral ignited within them, the all ever energetic and loud hange was gone.
hange turned their head back to you, shuffled closer than ever and something cracked.
they found themselves shuffling amongst the people in the packed bar, making their way to you.
immediately you noticed them, of course you’d notice them when evidently furious, an expression that rarely ever comes out.
“h—“ you widened your eyes, “—sorry to disrupt, come with me.” they cut you off, staring at the guy with their daggers, sending shivers down his spine.
they didn't even let you process before tightly grabbing your forearm and dragging you outside. “hange! stop it!” you exclaimed, prying your arm away from their grip.
“fuck is wrong with you?!” you hissed, hange didn’t even bother looking at you, staring into the ground, tension filled onto their shoulder.
a pregnant pause.
“do you know what its like?” their voice was husky, barely above a breath that made you pause.
they finally turned to you, their gaze made you feel small.
“—watching someone you love flirt with somebody else while you’re standing right there.”
you opened your mouth to respond, nothing.
the breeze picked up, they stepped closer to you. you didn’t move.
you didn’t dare to.
just when they were inches away from you, they whispered. “ive been patient. very patient.” they stared down at you, their tone almost threatening.
“if you like me so much, why didn’t you say anything.” you didn't tear your gaze away from theirs even if it sent shivers down your spine.
and when they didn't respond, you exclaimed— “seriously! why didn’t you—“ they grabbed your jaw, “thats enough.” before pressing their lips into yours, not giving you a chance to breath.
they swallowed your gasp, pushing you against their parked car. you placed your hand onto their shoulder, pushing them away from the kiss as you both stared at each other breathless.
you swallowed, “please.” hange whispered, their gaze pleading, you didn’t waste another second wrapping your arms around their neck and pulling them close once again and devouring their lips.
their hands immediately found your waist and while your chests both pressed on each others, you could feel their heart racing onto yours incessantly.
hange subtly pulled away from the kiss, muttering in hurry— “get in the car.” and you obeyed as they clicked the door handles open and pushed you onto the backseat.
as they closed the door behind them, they pressed their lips back into yours. “need you.” they gasped before pressing a kiss on your neck, trailing down to your collarbone, making you whimper in anticipation, your skin growing hot.
they didn’t waste a second lifting your dress and brushing their hands on your clothed cunt, making you twitch in anticipation— “hange..” you muttered, watching them peel off their glasses as they bent down face to face with your cunt, the scent of your musky arousal immediately hitting their nose.
“do you want this?” they asked, you could practically see it in their eyes— they needed to taste you more than you probably needed it.
that made the heat of the pool in your stomach worse.
you bit your lip, nodding. they tilted their head up.
brushing your inner thigh with their hands, “use your words.” they muttered, “yes.. please.. fuck— i need you s’ bad.” you muttered breathlessly.
they hummed, staring back at your visibly damp underwear. “good girl.” they muttered.
gently, they peeled off your wet underwear, their breaths got heavier. “all this.. for me? if only i knew i could get you this worked up..” they teased, making you flushed. “s—shut it, hange.” you could feel it in your cunt as it throbbed around nothing.
raising your leg on one shoulder, they leaned in and sucked on your clit, making you quietly groan, but slowly you could feel them picking up the pace.
they gripped tightly on your thigh to stop you from moving, you tilted your head back against the window. “f—fuck me.” your voice shivered.
they continued to go lower onto your vulva tasting the heat of your wetness onto their tongue, their large nose brushing onto your sensitive clit, making your toes curl.
“h-hange—!” your hand found their brown hair, tightly gripping it as they moaned into your cunt, sending goosebumps all over your body.
they were getting turned on, the stickiness in their pants was getting uncomfortable yet they couldn’t get enough of your addictive sweetness.
“taste so good f’me.” they muttered into your cunt, moaning once more.
hange’s eyes turned to look into yours to find disheveled, eyes closed shut in pleasure, back arched— they could tell you were close.
they didn’t waste another second before rolling their tongue onto your clit, “n-ngh.” you let out an airy moan, as they practically devoured your cunt.
your legs stiffened and tightened against their back, breathes got heavier. “i-im—“ before you could utter another word, your thighs trembled, a moan erupted from your throat.
your grip tightened around their hair as you orgasmed, they felt your cunt throb against their mouth before lifting their face away from your cunt. your slick glistening against their lips, down to their jaw.
you blinked away the dizziness after the orgasm, attempting to focus better on hange.
slowly, your hand let go of their hair as their eyes made it to yours.
“there you are.” they muttered, pushing your damp hair away from your face, pressing their lips into yours once more.
you could taste yourself on them.
they muttered against your lips— “did so good.” their hands gently squeezed your hips before pulling their lips away.
“the guy back at the bar—“ “don’t wanna hear about him right now.” they cut you off immediately, making you lazily chuckle as they wiped their jaw and mouth.
“you have no idea what you do to me.” they whispered, nuzzling their head onto your damp neck, your heart jumped.
“you think they’re looking for us inside?” you muttered breathlessly, referring to levi and erwin.
they hummed. “just stay with me for a minute.”
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tags: mdni, lesbians, mentions of sex, insecurity, intimacy, soft sex, fingering, cunnilingus, pet names, praise, soft dom reader, sub mikasa, reader is down bad, friends to implied lovers, mentions of men + past relationships, not proof read
“i just don’t see the appeal in getting eaten out.” your childhood friend of many years said. your jaw fell slack at the statement.
was it surprising hearing this considering most of the women you knew preferred oral over strap?
well— now that you think about it, considering her past relationships with men it wasn’t all that surprising.
they probably only gave her head out of obligation and the sake of getting their dick wet.
“wait so, you’ve never finished just by getting eaten out or fingered?” you asked, refusing to believe what had come out of her mouth.
“nope.” she stated, popping the ‘p’. “sometimes it feels like there’s something wrong with me.” mikasa confessed, a feeling of insecurity washing over her, now unable to make eye contact.
“babe.. the problem isn’t you, you know that, right?”
“but if i’m the one who can’t get off and most women can, then i’m the common denominator, aren’t i?” she shrugged, resigning herself to these thoughts, almost sounding defeated.
“mika i promise you that you are not the problem. these stupid men are, they couldn’t find a clit if it had a target marked on it.” you huffed, still in disbelief that your best friend had been stuck with such shitty men that she was starting to believe this.
you were committed to reassuring your best friend about her false negative thoughts. so much so that after going back and forth about the topic you had offered to prove her wrong.
your lips were now grazing hers, slow and gentle, feeling her breath on your skin.
“you know you don’t have to do this, right?” mikasa whispered as if you guys weren’t in her room alone.
“have to.. you sure you okay with this?” you asked, refusing to continue if she wasn’t as down as you were.
“ye-yeah” she answered, her eyes refusing to leave your lips as she continued to move in slowly. afraid of messing anything up or having you stop.
you tucked her hair behind her ear, now being able to fully see the blush spread across her pale cheeks and her eyes with a look of daze.
“pinky promise?”
“pinky promise.”
and with those last few words you closed the gap, the feel of her lips, soft and glossy. your chests now touching, your hands hesitant to touch her and awkwardly clenching the blanket under you both before she gently grabbed your hand and moved it on her breast. squeezing your hand over it and moaning softly into your mouth.
your clit throbbed at the sound.
you felt the mixture of unease and anticipation buzzing through you both. the line of your friendship now crossed into a different territory.
before you could let your thoughts drift into what this meant for you guys, you remembered you had a point to prove.
you moved further onto her, mikasa now laying down, her short hair spread across her pillow. you used the bed frame to hold yourself up on top of her, moving to fully straddling her.
you could feel her breathing growing heavier at every move.
you deepened the kiss while squeezing her breast harder, another moan tumbling out at the sensation, now knowing how she’d react to it, you slipped your tongue through her lips. she tasted so sweet. sweeter than you imagined.
if you didn’t stop soon you knew you’d get addicted to the taste. you pulled away, catching your breath.
fuck mikasa already looked so ruined. her ears, cheeks, and neck flushed, her chest rising in an uneven sequence, attempting to fill her lungs either air.
her pupils were blown, taking up the expanse of her eyes as she looked up at you. you brought your hand up to her face, gently caressing her cheek before dragging your thumb down to her bottom lip, pulling it into a pout.
you moved to draw a line of kisses down her face, onto her jaw and moved up slightly to kiss behind her ear while moving your hand up to hold the side of her neck. you felt her pulse beating erratically under your palm.
this only encouraged you more. you moved lower down her body, your fingers grabbing ahold of the waistband of her skirt. “you need to tell me if you want to stop.”
“okay, i don’t want to. is that okay?” mikasa asked, her voice so small.
“more than okay.” you answered, now shimmying her skirt down her legs, the action revealing her black lace underwear.
“so gorgeous.” you didn’t think mikasa could blush harder.
“wanna keep the panties on?” you hoped the answer would be no, but this wasn’t about you, fortunately though she nodded.
you pulled the flimsy fabric to the side, slightly grazing the tip of your finger at her slit. her body shuddered at the action, a light moan that sent your sanity in a spiral.
you continued with just moving your finger through her folds, softly swiping at her entrance in an attempt to gather her arousal, she was biting her lip trying to hold herself back from making sounds before you slipped just the tip of your finger inside of her which caused a loud whine to escape.
“that feel good, mika?” you focused on every expression and sound she produced.
“mm—mhm.” mikasa responded, keeping her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
you rubbed the side of her hip before spreading her legs a bit more, fully exposing her glistening cunt to you. you felt your face heat up at the sight and your breath hitch.
out of all the women you’ve had sex with, she had the prettiest pussy. her big clit was popping out of her panties, desperate and aching to be touched.
while moving your fingers through her folds lightly, your thumb came into contact with her clit, stamping it firmly which caused a cry to come out of her and her eyes to twist shut.
if mikasa was like this over some kisses and you just beginning to touch her, how was it that she could never finish? god, you hated men and their inability to make her makeup run for the right reasons.
you slipped one finger inside of her, swirling curiously, feeling her walls against your skin and prodding at the gummy spot towards the back.
mikasa clamped her thighs closed, trapping your hand.
“feels too good..” she whimpered, sweat beginning to bead at her forehead.
“yeah?” you asked before moving her thigh open again, thrusting in and out slowly, letting her get used to the feeling before adding another finger.
“fuck fuck fuck, i can’t— it’s—“ she started, cutting herself off with another moan.
“yes you can princess, i know you can.” the sound of the pet name and continued movement of your fingers made the flame burn brighter in her body. she just nodded, spreading her legs further apart to allow you more access to her pussy.
with a few more pumps of your fingers, the pressure inside of her was going to break, fuck she had never felt anything like this. mikasa couldn’t tell if it was the names, the reassurances, your fingers moving inside of her, what was it that was making her mind spin so hard.
“such a good girl.” she heard your voice say but all of it was turning into mush as she approached her climax. you kept the same speed, only moving your fingers deeper and curling it in a way that made her see stars.
“ah, right th-there, fuck!” and with one more thrust she was moaning your name, her back arching off the bed and arousal dampening the sheets underneath her.
“that okay baby?” you rubbed her hip while she came down from her orgasm, trying desperately to steady herself.
“want your mouth..” mikasa breathed, eyes still shut and chest burning.
without another word you removed her panties and moved to lay on your stomach, adjusting her leg slightly over your shoulder so you could be face to face with her cunt.
mikasa opened her eyes, sitting up slightly on her elbows just to catch you sucking on the fingers that were just inside of her. her eyes widened at the action, surprised that anyone could get so much enjoyment out of giving head.
you started off by kissing the inside of her thigh, then her clit lightly. it made her stomach flutter.
as if you were waiting all your life, you gently licked through her folds, sucking softly on her juices in an attempt to swallow it all. then mikasa felt your tongue push into her entrance, exploring her again but this time felt different.
the warmth from your mouth and the sensation of the muscle had her moans pitching up octaves.
you took your time mapping her out, slowly but surely moving up to her now sensitive and puffy clit. the skin a bit red.
in contrast to how you moved before it was like a switch had turned. you had begun tonguing at her clit roughly. moving your tongue hard and fast, trying to make a point by having her cum less than five minutes of you eating her out.
your chin was dripping in her juices, you were drowning in mikasa. you were so focused on the task at hand that you barely noticed the quickness in which she slammed her thighs tightly around your head. the pressure making your brain numb even more.
you could do this all day, all week even. spending your time pleasuring your best friend, hearing her soft sighs and pretty whimpers flow through the room, tasting the sweetness of her, she was like a drug.
before you knew it, her eyeliner was running down her face and she was chanting your name over and over again. you slowed your ministrations down and drank every last drop she had for you, and fuck she was delicious.
“still think somethings wrong with you?”
“fuck you.” mikasa responded breathlessly before giggling, stubborn to admit you almost made her see god.
“hey, i’ll take that offer!” you smirked, your chest filling with pride at being right and being able to make your best friend orgasm.
“and when would that be?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
you brought yourself back up to face her, reconnecting your lips to hers, mikasa sucking your bottom lip and tasting herself on your tongue.
“whenever you want it to be.” you whispered, leaning back in to kiss her again, feeling her smile against your lips.
you would gladly be the one to ruin her makeup, even if it was in an, uh, unconventional manner.
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