disclaimer: megumi is written as a year older than the reader in this fiction.

smut specifications: handjob, blowjob, fingering, rough sex, and cuckold dynamics

the sharp click of the door closing behind you echoed thinly in the cramped, humid bathroom. in that moment did you only then discern your heart rate, which was the fastest it has ever been in your whole life.

toji froze. the air instantly turned suffocating, thick with the scent of soap and raw, interrupted intimacy. for a fraction of a second, the terrifyingly composed mask he always wore shattered completely. his hand still gripped the base of his cock, his dark eyes wide with shock.

a wave of regret washed over you like a bucket of ice water was thrown over your head. your head was in a daze as your heart hammered violently against your ribs, creating a heavy, sickening thud that pulsed directly against your skin– this was enough of a frantic warning to twist the handle and run back out before it's too late. 

you didn't actually have a plan like you told megumi. your mind completely blanked out. now, you’re just running on pure, toxic, bullshit spite. but as toji’s gaze locked onto yours, the weight of his stare pinned your feet down on the tiled floor. you had already crossed the line. backing out now meant losing everything you had initially envisioned, a total failure brought on by your own carelessness, acting on a whim because you were entirely consumed by the bitter vengeance that drove you here in the first place.

swallowing the lump of nerves in your throat, you forced your trembling lips into a slow, mocking smile and stepped directly into his personal space.

"what do you think you're doing?" toji’s voice was a low, dangerous and raspy whisper, cracking slightly under the sudden rush of adrenaline. he didn't move to cover himself. he couldn't. he was entirely paralyzed by the unmitigated cheekiness of your intrusion.

up close, the sheer scale of him in the small room made your knees weak. he was huge over you, an intimidating, massive silhouette of wide shoulders and broad muscle. internally, your mind screamed that you were in way over your head. this wasn't his son. this wasn't some random guy you could easily play with. this was a grown ass man far from your age, a father, and your mother’s fucking boyfriend. if he yelled for your mom right now, your life would be completely ruined.

but then, a dark, cunning thought took shape, a plot so dreadfully criminal even satan himself would hesitate to draft. if he did call for your mother, it would be effortless to turn the tables on him. megumi was right outside, already a pawn in this game, perfectly positioned to act as a "witness" against his own father. toji had no idea his son was lurking in the hallway together with you. it would be incredibly easy for megumi to feign shock, and you trusted that he knew exactly how to play his part if hell broke loose. you held an almost reckless faith in megumi, because he would abso-fucking-lutley back you up.

it’s a win-win situation for you.

you waited for toji’s move, holding his gaze unblinkingly as you silently fought him in a tense, locked glare. he didn't call out. he just stared, his chest heaving as his eyes tracked the frantic, nervous flutter of the pulse in your throat.

bingo. that was your green light. he was totally compromised.

"you just looked like you needed help," you murmured. the lingering nervousness left in your throat accidentally gave your voice a breathless, fragile tone, making the offer sound heavy with dark intimacy rather than a cheap transaction. 

you closed the distance between you, the intense heat radiating off his skin hitting your face. "mom's asleep anyway. real heavy sleeper. won't hear a thing no matter how much noise you make."

toji’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked beneath the surface. with a slight movement of his jaw, a stray droplet of water trickled down from his dark hair, trailing over his lightly tanned chest. "get out before i make you."

it was an empty threat. if he truly wanted you out, he would have thrown you out the door already. instead, his eyes dropped down to your lips for a fleeting, telling moment before snapping back up to your gaze.

extending a hand, your fingers trembled slightly as you pressed them against his bare chest, right over the erratic beating of his heart. "you don't want me to leave, toji. you've been looking at me like this all day."

that… you aren’t aware of. you haven't even let your eyes stay at him for too long, so how the hell would you know? it was a total bluff– but it struck him with a nail on his head. the sudden weight of his own guilt snapped the last thread of his restraint. 

with a low growl, toji gripped on your wrist, not with gentleness, but with a bruising, iron grip that hitched the breath in your throat. for one terrifying second, you thought he was going to hurt you. instead, he let out a ragged, defeated exhale and pulled you violently flush against his chest, completely surrendering to the trap you had set.

your lips were caught between his, and he moved harshly, his teeth was grazing all over your skin. out of shock, you try to push him away, but it was like pushing a cement wall. there was no escape, especially when he grabs you by the hair and deepen the kiss, like he has been starved from your mouth, making you stand on your tippy toes as you try and level yourself with his looming height.

his force makes you tumble backwards, and you catch yourself by the sink counter. everything else disappeared around you as toji still doesn't break the kiss, instead he brings his hands down to grab on your shirt before pulling it up over your head in a haste. 

“is this what you wanted? huh?” 

you quietly nod, clenching down below as you feel the wetness pooling on your panties. it was such a vulgar image that ingrained in your mind, someone almost what seems like three times bigger than you looks all over your exposed chest as if you were some food, tits popping slightly above the cup of your brassiere. toji leers, hooking your waist in his hands and pulling you in for another kiss. this time, much more gentler, still his mouth devours yours with slow but assertive rashness.

“such a naughty little brat.” he whispers between the kiss, a silver thread of his spit connecting to yours parting as he speaks. at that moment, your breaths fused with one another as his forehead rests on yours, hand traveling down to your shorts. you grip tightly on the rim of the counter, clutching for your life as he flattens his large palm over your crotch, fingers going underneath. 

as his fingers covers entirely the space underneath, that's when you finally dawn on how your body might turn out when you walk outside of the bathroom after all this. there wasn't any way to hide your wetness from him, he could easily grab a hold of everything without much effort.

“oh? this wet already?” 

you bite down on your lip as he rubs through the cloth, your hips unconsciously riding through his hand as you look up at his eyes that look darkly down on you while your foreheads are still against each other.

he takes your lips in his mouth then again, tugging down on your shorts swiftly and dropping it down to your ankles, leaving you on just your undergarments. the tip of his cock presses on your clit at once, making you open your mouth in a breathless moan. though you stood in front of him with what you seem as a protection over your body, you knew it would quickly be over when he rips everything else that clings onto your skin to cover the parts he’d relish himself with.

toji’s hands come to grip on your sides, lifting you up and placing your ass down on the cold counter. he places one of your legs up on the marbled surface before kneeling down on the tiles, quickly pulling your panties to the side and spreading your folds apart with two of his fingers. once his eyes saw your hole, he immediately has his tongue out, licking the entrance that gushed your juices. something about the way he uses his tongue along with his head made your whole body weak. not like he needed to move his whole skull as he moves his tongue, but toji wanted you to feel the pressure of his wet muscle of the long stripe he did along your folds.

you throw your head back with a moan, hands coming to find whatever’s available to grip around you. though you were already exposed in front of him, you still felt a bit nervous to grab on his hair, as tempting as it looks while his face was intimately aligned across your heat.

megumi on the other hand, was still by the door, and he gasps in shock when he hears you moan. your voice that he only hears in mostly an ominous and menacing tone lower than how he hears you now, voice suddenly sounding so sweet and serene to the ears, something he also wishes he’d hear from his own presence and actions. with eyes wide, he covers his mouth as he pressed his ear deeper on the bathroom door in hopes of hearing more of what was happening inside.

though he was stunned by you going inside the bathroom, he honestly could not leave and walk away. he was consumed with whatever plan you were trying to execute by going inside after seeing his own father having his own time and relieving his self. well, what else was there to do? megumi already knows, but he still stays rooted on the spot. both with knowing suspense, a pang of envy, and raging uneasiness.

toji looks up at you from his lashes, tongue coming up to strike on your clit and lap on it tenderly. the feeling of his wet muscle swiping on your clit makes a ticklish crawl from the back of your neck, spreading across the base of your skull. how unnecessarily necessary for him to look straight into your eyes before doing something so carnal. you put a hand on your mouth, pursing your lips together to suppress the moans about to escape.

it was a trivial scene to have toji stuffed with your cunt, someone who you don’t even know a shit about, besides the fact that he’s dating your mother. there was something incredibly soul-stirring on how he looks as his tongue glides across and between your folds, tip of his tongue poking slightly on your hole occasionally, his bare and firm shoulders flexing beneath you as he caresses your thighs.

his other hand comes to flex his fingers before pushing two inside you. it was abrupt, but it slid right in, mixing your own juices and his own drool that drips down your ass with every lick. you slightly move back, mewling from the width stuffing your walls, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. you couldn't almost believe how close you feel already just within seconds from all the visual and physical sensation. it was driving you insane, desire almost taking over completely your whole system from head to toe.

not only the fact that he was older than you, but the sole thought of doing something so inappropriate as your first direct interaction with each other. 

“yeah? you like that?” he mutters on your skin, sending a heated thrum against your insides. your mind was going awire, chaotic as you indulge on the warmth and wetness of his mouth together with his fingers plunging in and out of you.

“fuck- yes, toji… that feels so fucking good,” your head falls back against the mirror, your hands now not being able to resist getting lost in toji’s hair as you tug on them hardly, feeling yourself already at the edge.

“taste so sweet for me.” he says, words spewing out a bit muffled as his lips stick close to your folds. your leg erratically spasms in front of him and he immediately stops everything, “you can’t cum yet. get down on your knees.”

though you felt lightheaded from the disturbed sensation, you immediately obey and stand back up with your wobbly limbs, allowing toji to lean back on the counter before going down on your knees, your joints digging on the grout of the cold tiles as you look up at him with a mantled face.

he nods up at you, both of his hands on the side of the counter as he straddles the whole space in front of you so arrogantly. “go on, show me what you got.”

your hands come to unsteadily grip on his cock, thick on your hold as you slide through his length and stroke it. it was hot and rigid, with veins tracing his shaft from its base up to his tip where it faintly recedes. his cock looks so maturely velvety smooth, with a heavy fullness you know will entirely take over the crevices of everything it enters solidly. this man is out of this world. whoever gets in bed would have an actual taste of heaven even just from looking at his cock up close, your wetness now overflows under you.

you put your other hand next to the end of your right hand, his cock now enfolded in your firm grip, stroking his cock with alternating twists, teasingly going over the tip in a circular wrist motion before going steadily on the shaft. If you were to be completely honest, you were bashful of showing your skill. though you had experience, toji’s aura made your confidence stagger– still considering the age gap and of course his experience.

“use your mouth, doll.” toji demands, his thumb coming down to press down on your chin, parting your lips apart with your breath hitting the leak that’s beading on the slit of his cock.

you place quick kitten licks, catching the bit of salty fluid on your buds– just enough for toji to anticipate for more. it has been long since he had this kind of view, and he was sooo not expecting it to be with someone years younger than him– let alone a daughter of someone he was dating. you open your mouth wide, pushing his cock just deep enough until you can take it, which was not deep enough for toji, he was too fucking big.

you work your mouth up and down his length, stroking the base while twirling your tongue around the span of his cock. toji lowly grunts as your spit scatters fully around his girth, your drool dropping down to his feet. the hot air in the bathroom fully emanates on both of your skin, the water droplets on his body gleaming into orbs of sweat.

his impatience promptly makes him snap, unable to resist through his length only reaching half the depth of your mouth. with no warning, his large hands seized the hair at the base of your skull, helping you swallow in more of his cock deeper inside your mouth. he wanted more of it, more of your warmth. and there was no making him wait for it.

he groans as the tip hits the back of your throat, your hands coming to shakily raise up to his thighs to aid in pushing yourself away, unable to catch your breath as you gagged on his length, your own saliva trickling down on your chin messily.

he lets go of your hair momentarily, his hands still lingering behind your head while you release his length with a loud exhale, he grins at your state before tightening his grip on your hair once again, absolutely loving how fucked out you look with your hair clinging onto your face, lips swollen red, cheeks flushed, and eyes watery.

“one more time, doll.” he pushes your head back down on his cock to which you immediately responded to, opening your mouth and letting him take control again. 

you grip on his legs as he cups the back of your head just until his tip finally reaches the opening of your throat again. toji throws his head back, and you wouldn't miss the chance to see how enticing the view is. though your eyes are somewhat blurry— you were able to take in how his skin was already sheen slick with sweat, his neck strained with tensed muscles, and his sharp adam’s apple prominently shifting in his throat. 

when toji placed both of his hands on either side of your ears, you quickly braced yourself for what was coming. he thrusts his hip inwards, pushing his cock in and out of your mouth steadily. you couldn't help but make smothered groans around his cock as his size completely blocks your airway. not like you’d complain though, despite the flaring pain that is starting to ascend on your neck and jaw. he thrusts into your mouth, almost forgetting just how small you are compared to him with how he goes on so aggressively.

you close your eyes and try to push his cock deeper inside your mouth when he stopped moving, choking as your nose reached his pubic bone. you let yourself stay in that spot for a good few seconds, creating explosive and spluttering popping sounds inside your mouth as you gurgle around his girth.

“good girl.” he praises and you finally pull your head back, letting out a guttural shudder as you sucked in for air and lower your head, hands clamping against both of your thighs as you try to recover, feeling a slight chafing burn on your throat as you swallow.

toji is unfortunately unforgiving though, proven on how his hands come to pick you up from under your arms without sparing a second, pinning you against the door. your back pressed deeply against the wood, rattling violently against its frame which makes megumi jump from the other side who was silently still listening on.

megumi steps back from the door, eyes wide with the wild things running through his mind, about what his father was doing to you. it drove him crazy, that his own dad beat him into having a taste of you along with not even knowing exactly what was going on behind the door nonetheless knowing exactly what kind of shit was happening.

toji lifts your leg up, anchoring the back of your knee on his wrist as he places his hand flat on the door for support. his free hand reaches over his mouth, lubricating it with his spit before spreading it on the tip of his cock and shoving it inside you.

it doesn't go in at once and you slide up against the door, grabbing onto his damp biceps as you resist the pain that envelops you from his thick cock trying to enter you.

“better keep your mouth shut tightly.” toji mumbles as he feels his tip slowly slip in and between your tight walls. he curses under his breath as you wrap yourself tightly around his cock, other hand coming to grab on your ass as he drives his length hardly deep inside you.

“oh my god… you're so big,” you whimper out, hissing through gritted teeth as you let your walls slowly take shape around his cock.

he continues to move his hips, unbreaking as his skin smacks against yours, sending the same rhythm across the door that shakes with every thrust. you were now completely oblivious to the fact that megumi was outside, or even the mere truth of his existence as you get rammed by toji’s cock. not like it really mattered to the both of you anymore, you two were in a trance as if there wasn't a world existing outside the bathroom.

toji’s hands under your knee comes to lift it up in an added height against the wood, stretching you and exposing more of your hole to his cock. a shiver runs up your spine as you feel the warmth of his hand glide on your back, unclasping your bra in a swift second and tossing it on the floor. his hands come up back in front to cup your tits, feeling it up and massaging your breasts that perks your nipples up more with every squelching push he made.

his cock was curved upwards inside of you, grating your walls with his own rigid flesh. his paces increasingly render into deep lunges, which makes your whole body rub against the door with every thrust. Your skin dragging stickily along the wood as toji rolls his hips to yours.

on the other side of that door, megumi now grows stiff, his cock bulging in his pants. he feels undeniably culpable for the shit unfolding. for someone who doesn't even have anything going on for his life that much, this was too much for him to handle. and he doesn't know how to deal with it, especially if it involves consuming arousal.

megumi slides his hands down his clothed crotch, molding his cock in his hands until it swells fully in his touch. he knows he shouldn't be doing whatever it is that he wants to do now, but his hands had a mind of its own as he listens to the hard skin clapping and your soft moans that you try so hard to hold back through the door.

toji pulls out, letting your leg down before shoving your body in a different angle, positioning you by the sink and bending you over, his hands pressing down on the small of your back while you look up at the mirror. both of your reflection was clear on the big glass that hangs on the tiles and you embarrassingly looked away from your own face, biting down on your lip as you watch toji from behind you, bangs of his dark hair sticking on his forehead as he lowers his head and rub his cock along your folds.

you hoised yourself up properly by your elbows, pressing hardly against the marble as you prepare to cover your mouth with both of your hands, seconds before toji impales you with his cock again. your breasts now pushed against the counter while toji grabs on your shoulder from behind, leveraging your body to take his cock in deeper as he bucks his hips forward.

once megumi was sure that the both of you weren't up against the door, his hands came to shakily grip on the knob. unsure whether to take a peak as he argues with his own mind. he wanted to see but at the same time he didn't want to. it was a contesting emotion with desire and jealousy, but he brushes it off, hoping that he’ll be able to just push it away of his head after sometime.

he twists the knob, slowly pushing the door open just enough for him to peek and still go unnoticeable on the mirror. his mouth drops to the floor with the scene happening though he wasn't completely heedless about it. he stares in a daze at his father’s bare back and ass pushing forward and backward against your own small body, your eyes fluttering shut as you get fucked out. seeing your face on the mirror with your tits hanging out finally made his hands travel inside his pants, fingers encircling around his length and slowly stroking it with a breathy shudder.

you looked so beautiful to megumi, though it wasnt the exact way he wanted to see you– getting pity fucked by his own father– he had his jaw on the floor no matter what. and that was enough to make him lose control and grip hardly on his cock, giving it a slow and heavy stroke.

still unaware of megumi’s stare from the slight crack of the door, toji straightens your figure.

“hold on to me,” he whispers in your ear before guiding your arms to sling across his shoulders. you didn't know what he was about to do or what you were supposed to do, but as his hands grip on your thighs from behind and lift you up, your eyes widened into the mirror, gasping as you now watch yourself humiliatingly spread across the mirror, raised up by toji’s hands and rest against his body.

“what the fuck…” you mutter under your breath, arms clinging steadily on toji’s back to help with the balance. “c’mon, put it in and watch how it goes inside you.” toji slowly croons into your ear, his dark gaze locked with yours through the reflection. you feel all your bones weaken as you feel his hot breath fanning your skin, the heat of his chest diffusing on your back.

with your free hand, you reach for his cock and toji helps you, adjusting your weight as you align his dick at your entrance, gripping just below the tip of his cock with enough pressure to push it inside your hole.

toji lowers you into his length and you moan out, throwing your head back as your nails dig onto his back. this made megumi breathe heavily, he was now practically watching porn from the mirror, studying how your cunt opens up for toji’s cock. His mouth faintly gets slicked by his own drool that pools on his lower lips as he stares at your pussy in a daze.

toji grips tightly on you, burying his palm on your soft skin, moulding his fingers on the smooth curve of your thighs and casually just letting your hole glide up and down on his cock. if it wasn't obvious from your reflection, the way your mouth stays parted open, your eyes hooded– you're far from conscious, your mind running on just a few wires as your body displayed erotically in the mirror, getting your guts rearranged ny toji. something that didn't even cross your mind upon travelling to his place with your mom and brother. this wasn’t how you originally panned out the scheme, but you would totally exchange anything and everything to where you are now. you were at complete bliss.

toji grew a much more unyielding aggression from the way your body looks from the mirror, all splayed out for him, the way you just helplessly take it– which makes him buck into you faster, hips thrusting upward to meet your own body. his cock was long and big enough to hit the end of your insides, poking your spot with a wet pop sounding out between the smacking wet sounds of his cock pumping you.

“s-so fucking good... ah- ah- hngh... yeah, fuck my pussy just like that…” “Yeah?” “mhmm…”

you feel your soul leaving as you dissolved into toji’s hands, slowly coming back to your senses when you feel a twinge below you, something unfamiliar yet familiar at the same time, you knew it was something you couldn’t hold back, and so you let go, not expecting you would be squirting all over toji’s cock and spraying your liquid all over the mirror.

megumi, of course, upon seeing this, quickly brought himself to his climax, rapidly jerking his cock off as he meets his own high. His head turns light as he pulls his pants up to spurt his load out safely in the cloth, guilt and shame creeping behind him as he rides his own pleasure, still looking at you shaking all over toji’s hands.

“good girl, let it all out,” toji persists on his pace, watching how you gush on his length hopelessly. “so fucking perfect.”

toji now stands considerately with you leaning all your weight on his chest as you recover yourself slowly from the orgasm that just washed over your whole body. you breathe in and out slowly, eyes closed as your hole tightens around him. he felt it on his shaft and only huffs with a smile. 

“did so fucking good, huh? y’took me so well, doll. should be proud of yourself.” toji commends, slowly rolling your body just for your hole to get increasingly sensitive around the head of his cock. “f-fuck… no more, toji…” you plead, legs spasming defenselesly. there was nothing you could do while you were suspended in the air, and you only hope that toji has a little bit of mercy into your body as you were so close to fainting if he moves one more time.

he slowly lets your feet back down on the floor, making you face him and quickly pulling you in for a kiss. he cups gently on the side of your face, contrasting the earlier aggression and roughness he exhibited in your lone presence. you let yourself ease on his kiss, soft lips enveloping yours with a wet and hot embrace, his tongue creeping slightly in as he tangles it with yours. 

though you had just came, you felt your cunt pulse again. this man is gonna be the death of you and everything he does ultimately dismantles everything your brain, and you think you might just let him do it every time he wants to, whenever he wants to, wherever he wants it.

he parts from your lips, “get down.”

you kneel in front of him again, without getting told what to do, you stroke his cock in front of your face, head hanging low between his length as you lick on his balls. toji watches you, grunting as your hands slide through his shaft in a steady motion. 

“youre so fucking beautiful.” toji mutters under his breath before hissing as you take his cock in your mouth. he gets lost in his thoughts as he indulges in the warmth of your mouth, completely wrapping around his cock so tenderly. there was nothing else in his mind, totally forgetful of how he was already dating someone that happens to be your mother, totally unaware that he has a son that was just inches away from him behind the door. he totally lost track of everything except until the view you displayed on the mirror up to where you are right now, completely submitted to him as you sloppily suck on his cock.

“suck me like a good girl.”

and you did, hollowing your cheeks as you swallow his length, making a sucking pull on his cock that takes his breath away. so much for someone who was glowering a scowl at him on the front door upon the first time you laid your eyes on him– now you were abiding by him, sunk down to your knees and stuffing yourself up with his dick. toji places his hand above your head, following your movements as you move your head and swirl your tongue around the span of his cock. 

he pulls back from your mouth, taking his cock in his own hands before stroking it fleetingly in front of your face, and you amusingly watch him, his big hands around his cock, his skin dragging tight from his firm grip with every glide. “open wide, baby,” he breathily whispers, the muscles on his arms tensing while his abdomen noticeably flexes together with the hard heaving of his stiff and bulked chest. With a few more strokes, toji spurts his load, erupting jet strings all over your face, stray surges shooting inside of your mouth and straight to the wall of your throat. you close your eyes as he sustains the rapid strokes he gives himself that eventually slows down as the last drop trickles down his tip. you close in the distance again, coming to lick everything off his dick before wiping your fingers across your cheeks and sucking on the cum that spread across your face, not wanting to waste any drop of toji.

you stand back up, leveling your head in front of his chest as you lick your lips clean. With a quiet smile you shared with each other, you wondered how you were supposed to go to sleep after his cock had entirely embedded his own shape into your walls. surely you will crave for it every second, your empty hole craving to just be stuffed and obliterated into nothing. you’d willingly let him use you, just to be honest.

toji places a soft final kiss on your lips, “this stays between us.”

you nod at him, your plan to break your mother’s relationship dispersing into thin air. Now your plan just redirected more into breaking the relationship up just to have him as your own. toji grabs his towel and wraps it around below his hips, tossing you your underwear back on the way. “if you find yourself standing outside my door at this exact hour, make sure you don’t just stand there.” his gaze looms darkly, a menacing grin spreading across his lips. Your eyes widened at his direct and blunt offer, mouth hanging loosely with no sound.

“but my mom? she sleeps in that room… right?” “didn’t know you still cared about your mom at this point,” he chuckles, “your words right? heavy sleeper, won’t wake up no matter what– let’s put it to the test, then,” he sluggishly dragged his words out, something you know will replay in your mind over and over again until you're drowned out in lust once again.

megumi was a witness to all of this, and before his father even turned to face the door, he quickly closed it and rushed back to his room, hands clammy with sweat as he quickly shuts his door quietly. he leans against the surface with his heart beating rapidly in his chest, mind booming with racing thoughts that would keep him awake.

"you trying to piss me off?"

and when you choose to pretend that you don't know what you said wrong or keep playing along that you did not slip up at all, toji would stand up, walk towards you in a frighteningly slow manner, not breaking eye contact.

and this doesn't stem from a wounded pride, rather more of his smug and arrogance and the knowing nature that he'd dominate you in the end so easily anyways and there was no point conniving or playing along with your jokes.

"seems like i just have to drill my cock deep inside your pussy just to put you in your place, huh?"

is it safe to do it again? absolutely.

higuruma won't give much of a reaction, but it would definitely make him quiet, which will make you feel guilty for trying such jokes.

he does not aid such big emotions nor show it, but you could see enough from his eyes– the subtle shift in his emotions and the silence that he allows to linger in the air between the two of you.

if you do tell him (which you really have to do in an instant because he won't pry nor correct you), "i'm joking..."

he won't immediately smile or anything, instead, he'll just let out a quiet breath, softening his posture before resting his head against your shoulders just until the knot on his own ones lift up.

is it safe to do it again? please don't...

choso is really sensitive, he'd ask you who that man is and make sure your feelings for him aren't compromised by that same made up name.

he would freeze and stare at you upon hearing another name slip past your lips. his eyes now filled with pain and confusion as he tries to assess your face, in hopes of reading whether you're joking or not.

"are you thinking about someone else? who is he?"

and when you see how immediate the heaviness of the prank washes over him, you'd frantically assure and take back what you said. that's only when he lets out a shaky breath, pulling you tightly into his arms and burying his face into the crook of your neck, clinging to you with a quiet desperation.

"don't do that again..." he murmurs against your skin, his arms wrapping around your waist as he places a kiss on your neck, a sign that he now dwelved into a safe comfort and relief. "don't tease me like that please... i love you."

is it safe to do it again? NO.

nanami will immediately correct you. he won't even realize that you're just playing with him and actually think you just have your mind wired up.

he won't process the idea that you're pranking him at all and will assume that it's just you being completely tired or out of place. he'd slowly turn to look at you, letting out a low sigh, slipping his glasses down the bridge of his nose to rub the inner corners of his eyes before looking at you directly.

"it's na-na-mi," he corrects firmly, his tone lacking any anger, just genuine and actual concern that maybe you haven't gotten enough sleep or eaten a full meal. it's impossible to throw a joke at him, but it's endearing how he just automatically thinks of you and how to make you feel better and snap you out of your childish madness.

is it safe to do it again? meh, he won't catch the joke again.

sukuna will ridicule you and you won't hear the end of it. starting any kind of bullshit with him will always just in turn come bite you in the back.

he'll mock you on the spot. the moment you address him by another man's name, his resting smirk widens into something sharp and dangerous. he won't even bother moving from where he is or walk towards you, he'd just lean his head back and rest his chin on his palm while piercing a look at you like you've just delivered the funniest joke he's heard all century.

"watcha say, brat?" he'd laugh, "you've got a lot of nerve saying another man's name in front of me. play stupid games if you want, but don't cry to me when you can't handle me later."

is it safe to do it again? probably...

gojo will have his ears perked up from the unfamiliar name you call him with, expect him to overreact and make such a fuss.

he would dramatically gasp and clutch his chest like a weirdo, flailing around you, making noise all over your ears, as if wanting the entire city to hear his demise. he would slump his shoulders, pouting exaggeratedly right in your face.

"so mean, baby... you already have me. how could you still daydream about some guy with a trashy name?" he whails, slurring his words in mock agony while messily squishing your cheeks together with his big hands.

his loud outburst won't last for long though, and would suddenly drop into an intimate and serious tone as he softly catches your bottom lip between his lips, parting with a string of his own saliva. "buy me sweets and i'll forgive you just this one time."

is it safe to do it again? definitely.

geto is passive-aggressive and would still keep a charming smile while he corrects you.

he keeps that impeccably charming, serene smile up on his face, but you would feel the air instantly change. his posture stays completely relaxed, but his narrow eyes sharpen as they lock onto yours, holding an unnerving kind of edge. he lets the silence hang just long enough to let you know he heard the name you just said.

"i'm sorry, but i don't recall my name being pronounced like that, baby," his voice still soft though his gaze pierces through you.

"are you mad...?" when he notices you tense up, he would chuckle sweetly.

"mad? no, baby. just curious." he shifts his position, opening his arms to pull you against his chest, lightly pinching your cheek just a little too firmly.

"c'mere. let's make sure you don't forget again. now what shall i do?" and he says all that before sliding his hands down on your shorts.

is it safe to do it again? hell yeah.

naoya, just as he always is, would pry you into letting him see who this random name is just so he could insult him and compare himself to him.

his massive ego cannot handle even the thought that another man exists in your thoughts. the moment the name drops, his daily pasted smirk vanishes into a scowl before twisting into a disgusted sneer. he immediately leans in close, invading your space to poke into who you were talking about, refusing to drop it until he gets an answer.

"and who the fuck might that be?" he snaps, scoffing loudly as he folds his arms and looks down his nose at you.

"got a picture? lemme see what kind of pathetic trash you're mistaking for someone like me. must be ugly. but i'm not ugly? i'd get offended. no really, i'd get fucking hurt if he looks nothing like me. you see me everyday don't you? someone else looking like this out there?"

you'd have to either punch him, put a tape on his mouth, or just leave the room and lock him inside until he stops talking. he'll miss you enough to shut up.

"spread them for me, doll." his hand slides down on the side of your thighs as you slowly part your thighs away from each other again, his face now in between them and dangerously close to your cunt.

he spits down on you, fingers coming to catch whatever dripped down, rubbing it all over your flesh sloppily. his eyes were dead focused on how your pussy lips thread along his fingers with every swipe.

your hips involuntarily moves against his touch, rising to deepen the utmost sensitive parts of you on his fingertips, and sukuna just watches how you lose control of yourself under his touch.

"you like that huh?" his voice was rasp and deep, to which you could only muster a quick nod as a reply.

you feel his thick fingers swipe down before he finally inserts two digits in. you moaned, your empty hole now getting filled just from the width of his fingers. he picks up the pace almost immediately, the room now being filled with the squelching wetness of his fingers thrusting in and out of your craving cunt.

he brings his head down, mouth coming to clasp on your clit as he finger fucks your hole. you feel his tongue circle around your clit inside his warm mouth, fingers coming to stretch your hole from the insides.

your fingers reach down to his head, tangling through the pink strands of his hair as he laps on your cunt and drinks you in. pausing for a second, he lifts his gaze to lock eyes with you, swallowing down your juices before open mouthedly dragging and flicking his tongue back on your clit, forcing you to watch how he works down on you.

"please... i want your cock..."

"fine." he pushes the waistband of his pants down, just enough until his hard cock springs free. his hands come to grip on his length, aligning it on your entrance and teasingly gliding it up your swollen clit and down between your folds.

he then slaps his cock against your wet cunt, and you watched as a thick string of saliva escapes his mouth, leaving it to pool and trickle over his bottom lip before it drops down to his cock. he spreads his spit all over your skin with his shaft and you both hiss at the view and sensation of your parts slippery rubbing against each other.

when you finally thought he was going to shove it in, he reaches over his back and grabs his phone, fingers hastily scrolling and tapping. he fucking set a timer.

"mmm, not now, sat." you lightly moan, but push his arms down away from your abdomen, escaping his embrace as you continue undressing, wanting to just plop down on the sheets already.

"you hate me." he deadpans, crossing his arms on his chest as he watches you take your clothes off one by one. you snort as you watch his tall figure move closer to you and the bed.

"no, baby, just really tired," you give him a peck on the lips, getting under the covers with just your underwear on.

"hmm, 'kay," he slides under the duvet with you, reaching over the bedside table to switch the lamp off. "you can go close your eyes now, baby. shut your brain down. i'll keep you cozy." he kisses your half closed lids, caressing your arms and massaging lightly on your shoulders.

"sorry, i can't help you tonight, baby..." you cooed softly.

"no worries, baby," he assures, the soft rustle of the blankets wrapping around you like a quiet lullaby that lets you sink completely into the mattress, "i've got it covered. you don't even have to lift a finger or say a word. go sleep."

gojo now hovers above you, not resting his whole weight on you, but enough for you to feel the radiating heat from his body. he presses his stiff clothed cock against your panties, making you slightly arch your back from the sudden sensation pressing down on your clit. he hushes you, wet lips grazing over yours as he breathes heavily above you.

"sleep, baby." he breathlessly whispers, bucking his hips to find friction on your limp body as he props himself above you on trembling elbows. his breath hitched as the fabric of your panties grew heavier and damper against him, the slick heat of your arousal soaking right through the material, sticking the damp cotton of his own pants against his skin. a low, frustrated growl vibrates in his throat.

"damn it... way too wet for this," he huffs, his hands dropping to the waistband of his sweatpants. with a quick, impatient shove, he yanks them down past his hips, freeing himself entirely.

the immediate contrast of his bare cock pressing directly against the flimsy fabric of your soaked panties makes you choke on your breath, a soft whine slipping past your lips. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, chasing your sound with a ragged groan as he resumes rolling his hips onto you.

he grinds down, long and heavy, using your entirely limp, unresponsive body as his traction. every sluggish thrust has him panting against your skin, his hips snapping upward to catch your responsive twitches.

gojo now had formed a slick, semi-permanent path across your panties, a dark, wet line tracing exactly where his cock glides up and down on, catching your clit with every heavy rub. his flushed tip would occasionally press firmly against your entrance as his pace grow sloppy, making you bite down on your lip as he continues to grind against you. with every thrust, the length of his shaft grows slicker, leaving the material completely soaked and clinging directly to your shape.

"fuck, f-feels so good... so fu-cking good," he stutters out, his pace turning rapid as he catches his own high. he could feel the buildup crawling up his spine, fueled entirely by the helpless way you just take it, eyes shut tight and body completely surrendered.

right as he nears his climax, gojo gasps in your ear, "fuck!"

he lets out the curses roll off his tongue in a loop, his teeth grazing hard against your neck as he bites down and unconsciously suck on your skin. he drives his hips forward for one final time, hips unsteady and shaky as he rides out the violent wave of his climax, spurting out thick and hot load all over your soaked panties. he trembles above you until the last shiver finally fades.

disclaimer: megumi is written as a year older than the reader in this fiction.

smut specifications: handjob, blowjob, fingering, rough sex, and cuckold dynamics

you dragged yourself heavily down the stairs, moving an opposing pace to your mother's hurried feet as she frantically prepped everything for the trip, barking orders at your younger brother who wandered about in a daze, seemingly not knowing what to do.

you were still carrying the residual fuzz and haywire from the previous night. long after pretending to be dead asleep in your room, you had actually spent the evening sneaking out, biting sharp limes and slamming back whatever sweet, throat-burning concoction your friends slid you across the table. thankfully, you still managed to change clothes and brush your teeth before sunrise. the only problem left was putting a mask of sobriety.

your mother clicked her tongue, swatting your slumped shoulder with a hand towel as she hurried past you.

"make sure you're on your best behavior today. i am warning you," she hissed, to which you offered a slow, defensive roll of your eyes.

"why are we driving all the way out there on our own anyways? shouldn't your precious toji be fetching us?" you flopped down onto the living room sofa, mindlessly scrolling through reels while waiting for her response. "besides, can't i seriously just stay home?"

annoyance flashed across her face as she paused to straighten your brother's collar. "we are all going there. together. and you will act proper. end of discussion," she snatched up a pair of jewels from the trinket bowl, sliding them on deftly, her eyes still tracking your little brother’s movements before coming to swat him across the bottom for excessively packing his toys again.

you stared blankly at her, your gaze dropping to the floor. ever since she broke the news, the reality simply wouldn't settle. she might have moved on, but a single year felt like a cruel blink of an eye. your father hadn't just been present, he had been a pillar. he wasn't distant, harsh, or neglectful, he was quite literally the best a family could ask for, both as a husband and a dad.

this forced introduction felt like a slap in the face, almost as if she was replacing the whole family she started with him, forcing everyone to change and adjust into new shifts of environment and people. she had not spared a single thought for how you or your little brother felt, acting entirely on the selfish assumption that her happiness superseded the family's shared mourning.

you felt your father’s absence everywhere. you felt it in the empty space at the head of the dinner table, in the way his worn leather armchair no longer dipped under his weight, in the way your terrible dad-jokes no longer echoed his affectionate laughter. the house was now a silent, dull space full of clutter you’re afraid of moving or touching– in fear that the only trace of your father’s fingerprints will fade into nothingness, and your mother was trying to replace everything before it had even fully disappeared.

you believed your father had loved you enough to help you move forward eventually, but not like this– not by slotting a stranger into his shoes barely twelve months into the grave.

you all trudged down the walkway to the idling car. your little brother zoomed past you, hooting as he soared his plastic jet into the wind before diving headfirst into the backseat. you followed, slamming the door shut with a bit more force than necessary before shoving your earphones deep into your ears.

your mother’s taste in music was questionable, not the most jammable tone you could endure unlike your father’s. drowning her out with your own compiled playlist was the only way to survive her repetitive, looping lectures. you already knew every word of her aggregating speech. it was ironic, she was the one demanding to be heard, yet she refused to listen to the quiet agony of her own children. part of you wondered if your father himself would have eventually wanted her to find someone new. maybe, just maybe you were just being selfish.

you woke up from the sound of your mother calling your name out, together with a sharp nudge on your brother's knee that sent a slight movement onto your own joints.

"we’re here. remember to smile and be polite, okay? even just for today," your mother pleaded, offering a soft smile that stirred a sudden, heavy wave of guilt in your gut.

"yeah, fine," you muttered, rubbing your temples as a throbbing pain spiked behind your eyes. the over-consumption of the night before was finally demanding its payment.

you glanced to your side as you stepped out of the car, the house that stood beside the parked car was undeniably grand, sprawling and opulent, leaving you to wonder if the new boyfriend came packaged with his own baggage, perhaps a family of his own. you feel as though maybe you could form an alliance if he had kids who hated this union just as much as you did, sabotaging the adults would be child's play.

the front door swung open, revealing a tall, brooding figure leaning against the frame. he looked impossibly youthful yet thoroughly mature, possessing the kind of effortless edge that made it difficult to guess his exact age, though he easily passed for a handsome man in his mid-to-late twenties. you slowly turned your head toward your mother, narrowing your eyes as if she had just brought home a man young enough to be your brother.

your mother greeted him with an easy, familiar hug. toji shifts his dark gaze down to you and your brother, immediately coming to notice the frosty, unwelcoming glare you were leveling at him. to your surprise, he didn't try to force a fake, overly cheerful greeting, he simply let out a low, amused chuckle, offering a small, knowing smirk. internally, you were grateful, you didn't have the slightest energy to pretend you wanted to play happy families with a random man.

"it’s a pleasure to finally meet you all," he chips, his voice rich and deep. "come on in, make yourselves at home."

toji, to every inch, looked nothing like your father. not even remotely the type of man you would have bet your mother to fall for. it made your skin prickle with uncomfortable questions. how long had this actually been going on behind the scenes? a year was impossibly fast, which meant the timeline had likely overlapped further back than you cared to calculate. your jaw clenched tightly as you began cataloging every detail of his appearance.

as the adults walked further into the kitchen, further enough for anyone to hear your thoughts, your eyes dropped involuntarily from his sharp jawline down the column of his throat. veins. protruding veins all over his skin, down to his forearms, tracing a delicate masculinity up to his thick fingers, lingering just a fraction too long before you snapped your gaze away, cursing yourself inwardly. staring at a man whom you only know the name of sounds too much work.

it was impossible to deny he was striking. broad-shouldered, effortlessly built, and entirely too attractive for a prospective stepdad. you had honestly expected your mother to drag home some rugged, middle-aged guy with graying hair, comically has a paunch or even a beer belly, a bad back, and all possible means an old man could posses in an almost withering age. instead, this man looked pristine, sharp, criminally alluring, and fucking hot.

god damn it, he's your fucking type. just admit it.

you swallowed hard, looking over at your little brother, who was already sprinting toward a display of decorative statues. you briefly wished you were young enough to remain entirely oblivious to the adult complexities ruining your day and fluctuating your hormones.

"feel free to roam around. you can choose your rooms upstairs," toji offered, flashing an easy grin. you pressed your lips into a thin line and forced a stiff, polite smile in return.

your brother bolted up the staircase, and you trailed behind him, your fingers dragging along the polished wooden handrail. it wasn't dusty in the slightest, smooth, maintained, and cleaned to perfection. for a man his age, keeping a massive house this clean for sure took genuine labor. you pettily searched your brain for any glaring red flag, hoping to find something you could weaponize against your mother later, some archaic patriarchal trait or domestic laziness. but annoyingly, the place was spotless. too clean to your liking. you think you’d have an irritatingly hard time nitpicking this guy.

as you reached the final step of the stairs, you noticed the first bedroom door was slightly ajar. your brother had already barreled past toward the other room down the hall. acting on sheer impulse, you pushed the door open a fraction further and froze.

inside, sitting up against the headboard with a pair of dark eyes akin to the older guy downstairs, snapping directly up to meet yours was another guy.

"sorry," you blurted out instinctively, pulling the door to a close. you leaned your back against the cool hallway wall, exhaling a shaky breath.

the man inside looked strikingly similar to your mother's new boyfriend, though visibly younger, closer to your own age. in an instant, your grand scheme to rally against the adults completely evaporated. this guy looked entirely unapproachable, radiating an aura of absolute, heavy indifference. one look told you he wouldn't give a flying shit about your family drama or your bitter resentment toward your mother’s choices.

suddenly, the door clicked open again.

the dark-haired boy peeked his head out, one earbud dangling loosely by the hem of his oversized white shirt as he tilted his head at you.

"you gonna come in or what?" he asked flatly. "i left the door open on purpose just in case you guys went up."

"oh. uh... sure," you replied, your mind momentarily short-circuiting. there wasn't anything better to do anyway.

he pushed the door wide and wandered back to his bed, sprawling out lazily against the pillows. you stepped inside, closing the door and lingering awkwardly by the threshold, entirely unsure of how to bridge the gap or what to say next. complaining about your mother dating his father felt entirely too heavy and ridiculous to drop on a complete stranger.

"i’m megumi," he piped up after a heavy silence, finally looking up from his phone.

you say your name in return, the lingering drop of last night's alcohol humming softly through your veins as you shoot your head up suddenly, blood coming to rush up your head and slightly weigh down your steadiness. whether it was the trace of alcohol left talking or sheer rebellion, you had absolutely no filter for what slipped out of your mouth next.

"wanna kiss?"

megumi went entirely rigid. he immediately sat upright, violently yanking the wire of his earphones as his eyes widened in shock.

“i’m sorry?" he choked out, staring at you and wondering whether you had completely lost your mind.

and there it is, a break in his character you deemed saving in your almost broken scheme. this guy will fold easily. without breaking eye contact, you closed the distance, crawling across the mattress until you were hovering close enough to invade his personal space, though still leaving a fine line of tension between your bodies.

"i said," you repeated, your voice dropping to a low, daring hum, "do you want to kiss?"

he looked away, his breath hitching audibly as his lips parted in a silent, stunned protest before he swallowed his words entirely. a dry, humorless snort escaped you, and you collapsed backward onto his bed, tossing your arm over your eyes.

"nevermind. forget it. i’m just going to pass out here for a bit, then.” you pressed your forearm firmly over your eyelids, basking in the heavy exhaustion of a sleepless, alcohol-soaked night. you were entirely certain this impulsive idiocy was going to come back to haunt you, but right now, sleep felt like the only priority.

"we can..." megumi’s voice drifted over, so softly it was almost swallowed by the air.

your ears perked up, slowly sliding your arm away, your eyes snapping open to lock onto his. you pushed yourself back up, your hand moving on instinct to cup his flushed cheek, drawing his face steadily toward yours until the space between your mouths vanished.

it was utterly random, reckless, and wildly inappropriate, but as his lips met yours with a stiff hesitation, you realized you didn't care at all. taking complete control, you leaned in closer, pressing him gently back against the headboard. the thud his back made jolts him up between the kiss, hands frozen in either of his sides as he just lets you work your lips against his.

the way he moves within the kiss, or the lack thereof, was enough to tell you he was inexperienced. this fabricated a strong demeaning sense of dominance inside you and within megumi’s panicked train of thought, biting over his bottom lip that's trembling from confusion and arousement all at once.

his elbows gave out, the strength to hold his own weight in place completely breaking down as he lets out a soft moan from the quick graze you made. megumi now had his eyes flung open, embarrassed from the sound that just escaped his lips, but the cold sweat that shimmered down his nape was momentarily as your palm thaws it, pulling him deeper into the kiss with a swift tug.

he finally succumbs into the kiss, softly moving his own above yours, exchanging spit and hurried breaths as the kiss now began to be driven with an overwhelmingly intense and aggressive desperation. his hands now come up your neck, big hands framing the sides as his thumb slides past across your cheek.

you creep up higher onto his bed, closing in the space between the two of you that you oh-so-reliantly depended on placing a gap on with the deceiving pretension of being demure and prim. you now find yourself a spot between megumi's legs, allowing you to move without breaking the kiss.

your hands brush lightly against his thighs, his erection, of course, doesn't come unnoticed by the slight touch the back of your fingers skimmed by. megumi jolts yet another time, breaking the kiss with a hollowed breath. his eyes were heavy, darkening each second with lust and an unusual craving for more of your foreign touch.

his lips shine with the mixture of yours and his spit, glossy and plump as he looks up at you, anticipating for your next move. you give him a sly smirk, petting softly on the soft sides of his cheek, to which he tilts his head on, nuzzling to your touch as deprived as he was from all the fantasies he only could picture in his mind while jerking off– now happening in your very presence.

"seems like someone got a little too excited," you beam a daringly mocking tone at him, tracing the outline of his hardness through the soft grey cotton fabric of his pants, still with the annoying grin pasted on your lips.

"shut up," megumi quirks up, swatting your hand away from the vicinity of his stiffness, forming a somewhat visible and awkward tent on the center of his pants.

"want to feel my mouth on that instead?" you audaciously offered, skimming your hand back up to his legs and dangerously close to where the crotch of his pants start to ascend, stretching the fabric in an indecent manner.

"how the fuck are you so shameless," megumi gritted out, letting his head fall back with an exasperated sigh. when he turns to look back at you again and your gloating grin, his cheeks turn into a light shade of red, spreading across the breadth of his ear down to his lobes on a much darker and obvious shade.

his eyes locked tensely with yours, the silence that wrapped around the room made the din of his heart racing deafenly loud on his own ears. though he looks at you with a mix of genuine irritation from your cockiness, there was more of intense heat and attraction fermenting in his system– utterly clouding his conscious train of thought that would probably push you away and make you come to your senses as well.

"do it then..." he tries to say in a provoking tone, but you see through it, the facade he tries to put on to seemingly look like he's toughly annoyed at your presence is all sheer need and impudence of wanting to just feel the warmth of your mouth wrapped around his stiff cock.

you lean down closer below him, making him straighten his back and have his lips part open as he fearfully watches every shift you make. you playfully resume hovering your fingers above his length through the fabric, tracing the seam slowly. his dick twitches below, making megumi's cheek a tint darker as he bites down on his lip and waits for your next step– hoping to finally feel your skin directly on him.

you thumb down visibly on the part where his tip was, rubbing on the sensitive slit of his cock, making his breath hitch on his throat. as you continued to tease on the covered slit, the fabric deepened into a dark and wet shade of grey, his salty precum marking the seam you were rubbing on. megumi lets out a small moan as you smear the little liquid that has seeped through.

"i told you what i wanted to do, but i didn't say i'd do it quickly," you chuckle, sitting back up straight again.

"what do you want?" megumi quickly responded, voice painfully strained as his hands came to grip more tightly on the sheets to supress his cock from twitching pathetically below your sight. you made him beyond needy, surely enough for him to oblige anything you'll tell him to do just so he could get what he wants in return.

"i want your old man to stay away from my mom." you sternly say, still thumbing down on the sticky small patch of his pants. "you help me break them up, and i'll give you just exactly what you want. deal?"

megumi was looking straight dead into your eyes, but unable to process any word you had just said. everything just liquidated in his mind and back into thin air. the cold ultimatum about your parents, the plan, the sabotage– it all just blurred into white noise over the roaring pulse in his ears. all he could actually register was the agonizingly slow friction of your thumb still pressing right against the tip of his length.

"i- wh... you...how..." he stutters a despicable amount of incoherent nonsense, chest heaving as he blinks at you. he swallowed hard, not knowing what he's about to agree on, but as your finger gave another deliberate stroke, now sliding down onto the hem of his waistband, his head jerked into a helpless and frantic nod.

"y-yeah, okay. just- i- fuck, okay."

just as you were about to pull his pants down, the voice of your mother echoed from downstairs, announcing that lunch is already served. megumi, from complete panic and agitation pushed you away a bit harshly to your liking.

"sorry!" he stood up in a split second, hands coming to catch you back steadily on the bed. you snort at him, giving him another insufferable look, lips curling into a smile of triumph before you place your thumb in front of your lips, licking the still wet precum clinging onto your skin. this made megumi groan and pull down on his shirt, attempting to cover up the undeniable and still stiff hardness of his cock.

"it's a deal, huh. don't forget." you stood up from the bed, walking out of the room and going straight to the next door to where your little brother was, entertaining himself with the pile of toys megumi probably owned when he was younger.

you smiled to yourself, thrilled by the pure boldness of the stunt you had just pulled off. part of you was proud, while the other was genuinely shocked that you were able to unravel a guy who, at first glance, had seemed completely aloof.

clearly, going through this day wasn't going to be as difficult as you had feared. megumi had folded entirely too easily, and you had managed to wrap him around your finger in a matter of seconds.

it had gone exactly the way you expected– him, completely undone, shyly yielding to your whims with a single, breathless word. when you stepped back out into the hallway, you met him again. he had already changed into another pair of pants, his eyes darting away in embarrassment when your lips curved into a knowing grin at the sight of his sudden change of clothes.

the three of you made your way downstairs together, instantly met by the rich, comforting aroma of ginger and meat. it was a sharp contrast to the suffocating heat that had consumed his bedroom, where the air had grown thick and lewd, your heavy, lustful breaths shrinking the walls around you.

sitting directly across from megumi at the table, you kept your posture perfectly relaxed, while he on the other hand kept his gaze heavily down to his bowl of rice, desperate to look anywhere but at you.

"so," toji started, leaning back on his chair with a casual, lazy posture as he took a sip of his light beer. his narrow eyes flicked between the two of you, a pleased smile playing at the edge of his lips. "i'm guessing you two have talked to each other already?"

megumi froze, his chopsticks hovering an inch from his mouth. a sudden, glimer of red spreads across the tips of his ears as the memory of your lips on his and your fingers tracing the tip of his length flashed vividly behind his eyes. he felt every touch down below him again, the strikingly small motions you did close to the heat of his cock, just enough to send him on the edge and neediness.

"yeah," megumi muttered, his voice a little rougher than usual as he aggressively poked on his food. "we talked."

"that's good," your mother chimed in, smiling warmly at you, delighted that you at least kept a proper behavior– well, unbeknownst to everyone else sat down in the dining room, you were far from proper.

"i was worried you both wouldn't get along and be awkward. since we have the whole day ahead of us, me and toji were thinking you two could head out and get to know each other better. there's a nice park and an mall a few blocks away." your mother beamed excitedly, already filled with the delusional images of you and your brother together with toji and his son being drawn into one canvas, each stickman drawn with colorful crayolas.

but the heavy, lingering fog of last night's alcohol was finally catching up to you. the adrenaline from teasing megumi was finally wearing off, leaving you running on zero sleep and a growing, throbbing headache.

"nah, i'd rather stay at home," you cut in, your voice dropping into a cold, flat tone that instantly took the warmth out of the room.

the table went quiet. toji's casual posture shifted slightly, his sharp eyes narrowing as he studied your expression. the heavy response gave him the distinct impression that you were still completely off about him and his presence in your mother's life. a tense, uncomfortable silence settled over the dining table, making the previous domestic atmosphere feel fragile.

sensing the drop in temperature, your mother quickly tried to smooth things over, surrendering on forcing you to her wants and changing the topic to something mundane about the neighborhood grocery stores and the upcoming weather. the rest of the lunch proceeded in a carefully guarded normal tone, with megumi remaining completely silent, still too flushed and confused to contribute.

as soon as the bowls were cleared, you didn't even bother heading back to your own space. your feet practically dragged you back up the stairs, your sleep-deprived brain locking onto the closest comfort available. you pushed open megumi's bedroom door, walking inside as he followed you in with a stunned, wide-eyed look.

without a word, you collapsed right onto his bed, burying your face into his pillows. before megumi could even stutter out a protest about you invading his room again, the total exhaustion claimed you, and you fell fast asleep wrapped in his scent.

your eyes flutter open, drowsily stretching and scratching at your abdomen, slightly lifting your shirt up just enough until megumi gets a peek of your brassiere. he quickly looks away and swallowed. he waited until you realize that you were in another place. it wasn't long until your vision finally regains its normal state that you see megumi sitting right on the other side of the bed, just inches away from you.

you quickly sit up in a daze, your head booming with a heavy, throbbing twinge from the hangover. you hastily wipe the sides of your mouth for any possible drool. megumi only silently stares at you, his eyes flicking away from his phone to lock onto you.

"the fuck... what time is it?"

"past twelve in the midnight," megumi replies, his voice low in the quiet room. he follows your frantic movements with his eyes as you scurry to fix yourself up and sit straight across from him. you let out a heavy yawn, scratching at the back of your neck.

megumi is still fearfully cautious of you, the memory of your touch still lingering like electricity on his skin. yet, the physical change and shift in your vibe definitely goes through him. he can still sense the natural sternness in the way you speak, but now that the alcohol has finally worn off, there is a sudden, quiet calm in you. or maybe not. honestly, he is still entirely unsure of what to expect from you.

"still got food downstairs?" you ask.

megumi nods silently, pushing himself up from the mattress to lead the way.

the house is dead quiet as you both tiptoe down the stairs and towards the kitchen. megumi quietly helps you prep the leftovers, pulling out a couple of small side dishes and heating up a bowl of rice. as you sit at the counter and begin to eat, he leans against the opposite cabinet, just staring and observing you.

in the dim, overhead kitchen light, he can’t help but think about how genuinely pretty you are. but the thought is immediately overridden by how terrifyingly frightening you had acted earlier, sending a shiver down his spine, completely taking him apart with just a few shameless words and a single hand.

"so," you say between your chewing, your voice breaking the late night silence downstairs, "about the plan."

megumi tenses slightly, his posture straightening. "yeah...?"

the back of his neck then again breaks into a cold sweat, afraid of what you might have up your sleeves next and if he could possibly really be a reliable accomplice to this scheme you're brewing.

"yeah, we need a clean break. something that makes it impossible for them to keep seeing each other," you explain, your tone completely leveled and focused now.

"i need you to leak your dad's schedule to me. every date, every plan, everything. i'll handle everything else, but i need you to be my eyes on his side."

megumi swallows, processing your words carefully. "okay. i'll tell you whatever i can get."

a complex storm of emotions churned behind his eyes. he feels contested inside, torn between a sense of guilt and selfish desire. the truth is, the thought of your parents actually getting married makes his stomach turn, and it only became that way after you made your apperance in his room. he was fine with his dad remarrying. but now, it only meant that it would lock the two of you into a permanent, forbidden, taboo dynamic.

he wants to spend more time with you. he wanted to feel your hands on him again. if he helps you ruin the relationship, then he won't have to weigh in the conscious decision and consequences of fucking his potentially 'step sibling'. the two of you can completely do whatever you want to each other in the dark if everything goes well. but he wonders if you'll still talk to him after the plan plays out successfully. which makes him deeply concerned whether to help you succeed or fail just to keep you close.

once you finished eating, the heavy accumulated air of the whole day leaves you feeling sticky and desperate to wash the residual alcohol off your skin.

"i'm taking a shower," you mutter, pushing your chair back and bringing your dish onto the sink.

"bathroom's on the left end of the hall upstairs." megumi panned, "i can clean up here."

you head up, quietly tramping through the dark hallway toward the main bathroom, your mind was all over the place, mapping out the details of the sabotage when the sudden reminder and realization of not having any clue where the toiletries and towels are just hit you. you stop in your tracks planning to go back down to megumi but noticed that the bathroom door was slightly cracked, a thin sliver of light cutting into the dark hall. assuming someone just left the light on, you push the door open.

and every ounce of the thoughts you just had, died in your head.

toji is standing right there, completely naked, his massive frame shadowed under the harsh bathroom light. his back is partially turned to the door, droplets of water trickling down his carefully sculpted and refined back. he had his jaw clenched, eyes shut tight as his hand moves in a heavy, rhythmic motion, jerking off right into the sink. everything unfolded right in front of you from his reflection on the fogged up mirror that slowly returns to its plain form. the raw, heavy sound of his breathing fills the small space and completely stuns you grounded on the floor.

instead of backing away in horror, a dark, opportunistic spark lights up above your head. you stand entirely frozen in the doorway, watching him for a few intense seconds, realizing exactly what kind of leverage this gives you.

before you can move, a sudden, sharp grip clamps onto your arm from behind, ripping you backward into the dark hallway. you spin around, heart racing, only to find megumi standing over you, his face completely pale and his eyes wide with absolute horror. he had followed you up to get a towel, and he just caught you staring directly at his naked father. jerking off.

they both were amusingly pathetic to the core. toji was just as touch-deprived as his son, whom you had easily trembling on his knees, hanging onto your every word. any trace of the dark, imposing man you met earlier in the day vanished into someone desperately weak, incapable of resisting you, just like his son who couldn't even put up a fight against your seduction.

"what the fuck do you think—" megumi tries to hiss out lowly, just enough for only you to hear. his voice cracked in pure panic as he turns to take another quick frightened glance on your side.

you instantly slap a hand over his mouth, pinning him against the hallway wall. you lean in close, your eyes flashing with a sudden, wicked inspiration as you whisper directly into his ear.

"shut up. i just found our clean break," you breathe out, hot on the side of his face, making him weak on the knees. your heart hammered against your ribs. "you have to do your part and keep your mouth shut"

he favors it the most when you're completely lifted up by the ass, cradling your weight as if you weigh nothing at all. with this position, he has complete leeway and leniency to unleash every ounce of his raw speed and unrelenting roughness. not to mention, he has terrifying and inhuman core strength and stamina, he can fuck you for hours on end without a single sign of fatigue. his arms and legs never tremble, pounding away until you are thoroughly breathless and aching.

he loves it when you're held in his arms, he feels that it strips away all your defenses. loving the sheer helplessness of your face, watching you turn into a drooling mess, clinging desperately to his neck. with a bruising, vice-like grip, he'd hold onto your bare ass cheeks, dictating every single rhythm, bucking his hips upward to meet you, aggressively guiding your body down onto his length, leaving you entirely at the mercy of his relentless pace and control.

where would he cum? inside you.

sukuna is really aggressive, the type to push your head down on the mattress until you're fucked dumb.

sukuna has a fixation on pounding you from behind, revealing an unapologetic obsession with your body from that angle. seeing your bare back, your ass dribbling below his own bare skin, your pathetic side profile coming to glance at him from down below as he keeps up with the constant pace. to him, your bare back is nothing less than an untouched canvas waiting to be aggressively claimed and slowly ruined with evidence of his dominance. the moment his eyes traces the protruding line of your shoulder blades and the vulnerable expanse of skin beneath them unmarked and blank, it acts as an immediate trigger. you'll instantly feel his sharp teeth sinking deep into your flesh, biting and sucking harshly while his hips hammer into you.

and of course, his backshots aren't complete without ensuring either your face is roughly shoved down into the mattress or a handful of your hair is clenched in his fist, yanking your head back until you are forced to meet his predatory eyes. looking down into your glossy gaze while he buries himself deep inside you pushes him straight to the edge of berserk, completely intoxicated by the sight of your total submission and your silent willingness to let him tear your hole apart.

where would he cum? on your lower back or across your spine.

naoya makes you ride him first like the petty piece of shit he is, but when it's his turn to move– expect that you won't be able to get the slightest inaudible sound out of your mouth.

he absolutely relishes at the sight of you riding him, wearing that infuriating, dumb smirk as your movements grow increasingly shaky and unstable from pumping yourself up and down on his length. he waits, a calculated precinct where you finally settle above him, utterly exhausted and panting, lured into a false sense of security where you expect no sudden movements. he waits and waits until he sees you won't even have any leverage or strength left to stop him. that precise moment of vulnerability is when he strikes, violently driving his knees up and thrusting heavily from underneath to catch you entirely off guard.

it extends more into humiliation, spreading your bare ass cheeks apart as he plows into you from below. every soft, broken cry you whimper directly into his ear is what conducts his persistent pace, driving him completely feral as he slams upward against you with intense and unrefined force.

where would he cum? inside you.

slow to fast: gojo, higuruma

these two love building up the pace, starting up slow before going full on speed and fucking you rough almost at the same pace as the guys above. though they go on a much average speed, the mixed pace is what keeps you wanting for more.

gojo is another piece of shit that loves one-upping you in the most unexpected times. going from slow to fast just to see the change of cadence on your moans.

he easily unravels the moment you make a sound, completely losing his composure to the sweet sound of your voice as you tighten around him. you could feel him growing noticeably fuller inside you against the dullness and laziness of his initial pace. over time, whatever conscious restraint or fragile promise he made to be gentle shatters entirely. one single glimpse on your flushed and fucked out face is all it takes for him to completely abandon the torturing and agonizing pace all at once.

he's convinced that he's the one in control, playing a cruel game of sweet torture by keeping his movements deliberately slow. but in reality, he's the one being sent over the edge, the quiet and steady momentum eventually makes him lose his patience, turning him demanding and desperate for faster and hard pounding.

where would he cum? on your face.

higuruma basically just loves to play with the pace, building up the tension, allowing your juices to spread more across his length before making the sloshy sounds of your wetness a part of his increasing speed's harmony.

what always starts as a lazy, rolling rhythm later becomes an unforgiving speed. his grip on your waist tightens and his hips plunge forward harsher. the gentle, slipping friction sharpens into a hard, bashing force, burying the sound of his ragged breaths against your neck with loud and sharp smacks of his skin onto yours.

he starts slow, tall with his back rigidly straight, but the moment he leans his weight forward, pressing his chest against yours– everything changes. his hand tangles in your hair to force your head lower, using total leverage to drive you down and swallow every inch of his length as he hammers relentlessly from above.

where would he cum? on your stomach.

slow and steady: nanami, choso

what else do i have to say other than they know a woman's body and could actually make you orgasm through penetration? though it happens rarely without clitoral stimulation, they both know how to keep the pace constant until your creaming around them.

nanami loves to fuck you slow in missionary, allowing you to bask in his slow movements and melt into his affectionate and heated touch.

he's a romantic. approaching intimacy with a quiet reverence, preferring a slow, measured pace that allows you to be intimately aware of every single inch of his cock gliding along the crevices of your walls. he believes that keeping his thrusts slow allows you to feel the totality of his touch, the way his lips gently press against yours, the tender way his hands caress and shape your waist, and the steady roll of his hips moving above you.

he's deeply vocal, entirely captivated by how you look beneath him. he will pause to brush the stray, sweat-dampened hairs clinging onto your flushed face, carefully tucking them behind your ear before pressing a tender kiss on your forehead. he is the kind of man to murmur quiet, grounding professions of love directly against your skin, whispering those three words in the middle of it all as he holds you close.

where would he cum? your choice.

choso loves fucking you slow on the side, spooning you, and wrapping his arms around you while he slowly moves behind you.

he loves the absolute surrender it gives you in this position, your back pressed firmly against his broad chest, your body cradled by his as he glides in and out of you with a steady pace. his arms would wrap entirely around your waist, pulling you as tight and closely possible while his hands roam over your breasts, fondling and teasing your nipples while his lips press hot and wet kisses, nibbling and licking at your earlobe. he thrives on how completely trapped and overwhelmed you are in his embrace, leaving you with nowhere else to put your hands on, except to reach blindly behind you, tangling your fingers in his hair or digging your nails into his forearm as helpless moans spill from your lips.

to break the quiet monotony of his steady pace, he would occasionally slide his hand down between you, licking and spitting over his fingers before pressing them heavily against your clit, working his fingers in slow circles right as his hips push deeper into you, driving you to the edge while keeping you securely locked in his arms.

where would he cum? on your inner thighs.

full withdrawal thrusting: geto

he loves doing this shit, pulling everything out completely before plunging it inside of you back again. he thrusts in a mixed pace, just as long as he could pause for awhile and let you feel the sudden emptiness.

geto loves watching how his cock completely disappears into your hole, eyes fixated down below as he rests one of your legs on his shoulders.

he loves the absolute exposure of your body sprawled out beneath him, legs thrown wide apart with your cunt glistening slick and wet. he loves seeing you panting and sighing sweetly. the two of you share the obscene view of him sliding in and out of your hole. his mouth parts slightly, hot, heavy breaths washing over your skin as he stares unblinkingly at the way his thick length buries itself deep inside your walls.

every sharp gasp you let out when he bottoms out brings a new kind of cruelty to his expression, especially when your teeth slip away from the bruised, reddened skin of your lower lip where you had been biting down on. seeing your face contort and scrunch into that dizzying look of pure bliss only pushes him to do it over and over again.