#cyberrmuse

“you don’t love me anymore toji?” you pouted as you pressed the knife a little firmer to his throat. he strained against you. though in reality he could flip the situation, but honestly, this was turning him on.

“course i do doll, you know that” he choked out, his voice hoarse. your eyes darted over his face as you looked up at him, searching for truth in his eyes.

“no you don’t” you said with a deep frown as you pressed the knife a little firmer to his neck, a small cut forming. “you went off the grid for a week” you whined.

“what’d i do toj’? i’m always such a good girl to you, why don’t you love me?” you pouted as you pressed the knife further into him, drawing blood, watching it trickle down his muscular neck.

toji was getting unfathomably hard. you were fucking psychotic and he adored every bit of it. his pupils were blown wide with lust and he had that stupid fucking smirk on his face.

“i do love you baby girl, promise.” his voice was rich, thick and sweet, like honey and molasses. the same tone he always had when he was about to fuck you silly.

you huffed at his words, full of shit he was, at least to you in this moment “no you don’t… you fuckin left me here by my fuckin self for a week!” you were yelling now, and he was grinning, a wide shit eating grin.

the slow trail of blood down his neck was nothing to him, he couldn’t even feel it. but what he could feel? was how fucking hard you were making him. he loved seeing you all riled up, all upset in his name, cause you loved him so damn much.

sure, it was definitely toxic, but it was so enthralling, so addictive, so.. enticing.he couldn’t help himself. his hands flew to your waist and his verdant irises were on you, swirling with so much lust and admiration.

“let me apologize mama” he said. voice all low and gravelly, filled with sincerity, and something else you didn’t want to acknowledge.

“just drop the knife for me pretty girl, i’ll fix it all, promise” you narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. yeah you were fucking furious with him, hurt as hell too, but you did miss him, a lot.

“fine.” you sighed out dropping the blade. his eyes lit up like a christmas tree, and it all happened so fast. you could’ve swore he was on you before the knife even hit the floor.

you were on the couch, no shirt, no panties, no sanity either, and he was in between your legs looking at your pussy like it was the worlds most expensive diamond and he was a jewel thief.

“fuck i missed you so much.” he breathed out as he kissed your inner thighs. you weren’t sure if he was talking to you or your cunt.

you opened your mouth, set on responding to him but the words died on your tongue when he flicked his on your clit, pulling a gasp from you.

he worked you over in a way you’d never felt him do before. this was different, really different. it was like he was glued to your pussy. his strong arms wrapped around your thighs holding you in place as he feasted on you like he’d never tasted you before.

you line of vision blurred the different hues of the living room together as you reached for his hair, tugging on it to get him to ease up.

“b-babe wait fuh-fuck.. t-too muchh mmf!” your breaths came in short pants. your head was spinning and the sounds that left you were next to screams.

his tongue swirled around your bud like a mad man, it was quick and precise, pulling you to the edge of your orgasm while he grunted into your core, rutting his hips into the couch like the desperate man he was.

“let me apologize properly mama” was all he grumbled into your folds as he probed one of his thick, muscular fingers into your hole, working it bsck and forth, his scarred lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves while he sucked on it like a lollipop.

you could’ve swore you saw stars, the way your back arched off the couch, legs locking around his head, and your moans transitioning into high pitched, breathy whines, and just like that, that ball of heat in your stomach snapped.

your juices were all over his face, chin, lips, and cheeks. the couch cushion was soaked and the opening of his shirt too as your poor legs trembled, releasing his head, while you made the attempt to catch your breath.

he pulled his head from between your thighs and smiled up at you lazily, his face glistening with you all over it. “i’m sorry baby, i’ll communicate more next time” he said soft and sincere.

you rolled your eyes at him, finally catching your breath as you pushed yourself to a sitting position on the couch as you flicked your eyes away from his. “whatever, i forgive you, i guess” you muttered stubbornly.

he raised a brow at you, a sly smirk spreading across his face as he rose up to his knees, beginning to unbuckle his pants. your eyes flicked to the motion and up to his face.

“toji.. what the fuck are you doing?” your voice was laced with confusion and suspicion. he only chuckled as he worked his pants down.

“about to earn your forgiveness, even if it takes me all night.” he mused with a smile that bordered on sinful.

“now lay back and spread those pretty thighs for me ma, let me earn it” he spoke as his snatched off his boxers.

and yes, he kept you there all. fucking. night.

Whatever plans you have? cancel em. Prepare yourself, you’ll need a lot of fluids after he’s done with you. He’ll come home, pissed after a long day, and before he can even fully get his shoes and jacket off, he’s pounced on you.

He just can’t fucking help himself, he needs to taste you, to feel you squirm in his grasp and tug at his messy locks. It’s the only thing that can calm him down after the days he’s had. Your taste, how insanely wet you get for him.. he thinks he’s in fucking heaven. He needs to feel every drop of your cum on his tongue and going down his throat, because he’s definitely not wasting any of it.

Holding you down while you have your nth orgasm in the short twenty minutes he’s been home. He’s eating you like a man starved, while whispering to you how much he needed this— “mmm fuck— needed this shit so bad” is all he keeps repeating as he practically gets himself pussy drunk from the way you taste.

Kento Nanami- 10/10 CONNOISSEUR OF CUNT TASTIN’

It’s his favorite way to make you happy, and god does he

love to see you happy. You’re his everything, and all that he does, is for you. How hard he works, the money he makes, cooking dinner. All for his love.

So when he realized you loveddddd having your pussy ate, he learned every technique he possibly could. Anything to please the woman he loved most.

He would even make it so intimate and sweet, kissing down your body, whispering sweet nothings to you, promises of how he’s gonna make you feel so good. your mouth was watering.

pushing your legs apart gently, kissing your inner thighs and oh god— your favorite part, the way he’d hold your hands so firm but gentle on either side of your thighs, while he worked his mouth on you in the sloppiest ways he could.

talking you through it so sweetly while eliciting the most beautiful sounds from your pretty mouth “s’okay baby.. m’gonna get you all the way there, yeah? feelin good my love?” his jaw slackening on repeat as he languidly lapped at your needy cunt until you were whining out soft cries of how you were cumming for him, his favorite sound to hear from his pretty lady. After all, he made himself an expert at this, just for you.

Suguru Geto- 9/10 THE MEAN MUNCH

Oh he was so mean when he ate you out, he’d have you folded in half like a lawn chair, your lower half of your body tilted up and your own knees near your face as he tongue fucked you, his nose rubbing against your clit. Your legs stretching, muscles burning and aching but you were so wet and he was eating you so good you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about the pain, too focused on the pleasure.

He always ate you out like you did something wrong (most times you did). like you owed him your pussy and by god was he gonna fucking take what was owed to him.

Growling and grunting as he swirled his tongue in circles of your bundles of nerves, gripping at the plush meat of your thighs and ass. slapping it every time you dared to scoot back or try and run from him.

“stop fuckin movin slut. this is what you wanted right? stay the fuck still and let me eat.” was all he growled out before he wrapped his arms tightly around your thighs and yanked your cunt more into his mouth. he had always been an aggressive one.

he’d nip at your clit every so often just to hear you yelp and whimper. roughly tongue fucking you through three- four- five- orgasms. by now you were sure your soul had left your body and you were going to see if god was real or not, but like he said, you wanted this right?

Choso Kamo- 8/10 THE HYPNOTIZED MUNCH

Choso loves eating out, the way you taste, you’re so sweet on his taste buds. You’re his favorite type of candy, most people have a hankering for sweets, but no, he has a hankering for you, your taste was hypnotizing, he’d get lost in your sweet little cunt.

He couldn’t ever help himself, he just needed you to cum on his tongue on repeat, he needed that taste only YOU could give him. So lost in your pussy, he doesn’t hear you crying out for him.

Your body writhing and convulsing in pleasure and overstimulating pain your eyes so far back in your head, they could get stuck that way. Your hands tangled in his raven locks, yanking at them, which only added to his pleasure. “Ch-cho! i can’t give you anym-more!” no response.

You swore if you looked close enough you could see hearts and swirls in his eyes as he eyed your poor little pussy, his tongue flicking over your bundle of nerves while he maintained his death grip on your thighs, spreading you further.

“More baby.. jus’ a lil bit more.. please.. you taste so good” was the only thing he said in between suckling on your clit and dipping his tongue in your hole, his face sticky and wet with your juices, exactly how he liked it. So lost in your cunt, so pussy drunk, so.. hypnotized by your taste, he couldn’t even focus on the fact he painted his boxers white.. twice.

A/N: sorry i’ve been gone so long, work has FRIEDDDD my brain 😭 also yes, PT TWO coming soon!!

But there was one thing satoru could never beat him at… charming a woman. Sure he could get one in bed easy, no problem, but when he actually liked a woman? oh he was fucked. That is to say, he practically had ZERO actual game, no matter his looks or status, especially since it was YOU.

Someone who wasn’t fascinated by his wealth, talent or status. The very reason he fell for you, the moment his status and wealth didn’t woo you, it was like something clicked in place for him, something chanted over and over in his mind "her, its her" and from the moment he AND his rival realized, he knew he was screwed.

Suguru however? oh this is his specialty. His natural flirtatious behavior and laid back demeanor, combined with all that damn smooth talking he does, he could have any woman within a ten mile radius, head over heels for him in 48 hours flat. He was just that good. It was the thing he prided himself most on, the one thing he could do, that his rival could not.

he’d caught sight of how satoru stared at you on campus, the yearning— longing in his gaze. the way his cheeks would tint pink whenever you walked past him without a care in the world, because to you, satoru wasn’t even on your radar.

it wasn’t until suguru noticed his white haired rival picking up on his moves, similar jokes, smirks and flirtation tactics— that he officially had set you in his sights. no way was he gonna get the girl with his fucking moves.

it started as just the usual, antagonistic, petty rivalry at first. he never planned to take it too far, just flirt with you enough to let his enemy know to fuck off with using what he deemed rightfully his. he didn’t even want you—though somewhere along the way he noticed the way your lashes fluttered when you spoke to him, the way your gloss sat on your lips and your shy smile when you listened to him and— holy shit the way your tits sat on your chest, just perfect. fuckin perfect.

it didn’t take long for you to give in to him and all his charms. not because you were easy, no but because he was too good at this, too charming, too laid back, too addictive. something about him had you craving every bit of his attention, affection and god his touch, you wanted him so bad, more than you’d care to admit out loud, your inner voice screamed at you “more more more more” until finally you caved and found yourself in your current situation.

he had you pent up beneath him, legs spread wide and slung over his shoulders, your body folded like a lawn chair in the meanest mating press he could manage, his hands on either side on your body as he slung his hips forward over and over and over. bed creaking under the sheer weight of both your bodies. wooden mast of the headboard banging against your bedroom walls. god, your poor neighbors.

his angry mushroomy tip hitting spots inside you that you didn’t even know existed until now. your maw slacking open to whine out “s-sugu s’too much! can’t t-take it!” your head was spinning, your velvety walls hugging him tight, greedy cunt pulling him in deeper as you cunt wept around his shaft and he hissed at the bliss of pleasure. “you c-can take it pre-pretty girl—hah…fuck” his hair pulled out of his messy bun, raven locks swaying with the mass of his moving body, as he fucked you deeper deeper deeper with every thrust. “s’all wet like this f’me hm?” he grunted as he moved a hand to swipe at your puffy lips, covered in your own thick, clear arousal, bringing his fingers back up and stretching them apart to look at the glistening string of your essence between them before shoving the digits in his mouth, groaning as he savored your taste. “mmmm so fuckin’ good, pussy so sweet.”

you only crooned in response as his veins swept over every orifice of your gummy insides deliciously. tummy bulging slightly from the monstrous size of his weighted cock as he bullied the hilt of your cunt. eyes rolling back as that ball of heat built slowly in your lower tummy with every plap plap plap! of his hips against yours. “suguuu! m’gonna cummm!”you cried out as a thin sheen of sweat began to form on your skin, as the squelching noises of your greedy cunt, your moans and his grunts filled the room. through the haze of lust and sex in the room, your phone buzzes from your nightstand and had it not lit up, suguru would’ve missed it, but oh- oh, he could not miss the name that popped up on the screen.

“satoru 🩵”

he was calling and oh he had the biggest shit eating grin plastered on his face as he reached for the phone and put it up to his ear, between his shoulder and cheek, answering. "hey gorgeous was just calling to see if you maybe-" his rivals voice rasped out before he cut him off "she's busy." he grunted as his hips never slowed.

for a moment he sat in silence at the sound of sugurus voice, denial settling in his bones, but the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin, whines and cries sounding off in the background— he had you, fuck, he actually had you, and sounding like that? satoru hated to admit it was making him unimaginably hard as he huffed through his nostrils on the other end of the line. “you fuckin’-”only to be cut off by suguru yet again, hissing at the way your pussy clenched around him, your orgasm on the horizon as you whimpered underneath him “hold on, gotta m-make her cum first, why don’t you just s-sit tight and enjoy the show?” he panted out as he tossed the phone back on the dresser leaving his rival to hear how he put you through the mattress from the other end of the line.

he yanked you down the bed, pulling you more onto his dick, every crevice of your poor cunt so filled with him you swore you were seeing stars and he was he in your lungs. his arms snaked around your waist as he tilted your lower half up and leaned his body forward just a tad more to find that reallll special spot inside, your mouth forming an “o” shape as he hit it “ah there it is” he smirked as he pistoned his hips roughly, pulling sounds from you, you didn’t even know you could make.

satoru from the other end of the phone, would never admit to the way he yanked his pants and boxers down at the sound of your moans and cries. the way his cock pearled thick beads of shiny pre-cum at the tip just from hearing the way you sounded— so desperate, so pretty.

no he would never admit that he muted himself on the call and fisted his cock so pathetically and angrily as he listened to the one man he couldn’t stand most, fuck you silly, the way he should be. he’d never admit how he was picturing your body and— sugurus too? as his hips bucked up into his hand, pumping his cock, moaning and whining desperately as he tried to match the strokes suguru was giving you.

and god he’d never admit that he came so hard from listening to the sounds his rival made when he came, the grunts and moans that sent him over the edge as hot spurts of his seed spilled out of him and into his hand while sugurus spilled inside of you, because your greedy cunt wouldn’t let him pull out in time or so he claimed.

he didn’t need to admit it though, because while he may have thought he muted the call, he didn’t, and suguru couldn’t miss the faint grunts emanating from the other end of the phone as he picked it up right after finishing “you know, if you want a threesome, you should just ask.”and with that, he hung up.