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Things You Can Do With Your Hands

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

soft dom!Dabi x f!reader

Genre: Smut Notes: I did a Valentine's fic last year with Dabi so thought a nice full circle would be to start with him again 💞 Warnings: 18+, virgin reader + Dabi, manga spoiler, handjob (m receiving), soft dom!Dabi, pet names, praise, consensual encounter, virginity insecurity, established couple. Words: 1.7k

“Have you ever been with anyone before?”

You saw the life drain from Touya’s already pale face when the question left your lips. As if the answer was some sordid secret. Something to be ashamed of. Was it that the number was high or non-existent? Pressuring Touya is never a good idea, so you opt not to press it. Simply waiting for him to confide in you. Except, the answer doesn’t come. He’s looking through you, rather than at you.

“Touya,” you start, taking his hands in yours. “I’ve never… you were my first kiss.” you confess.

His gaze finds its focus back to you. Scarred hands squeezing yours even tighter. That lazy smirk you adore so much finds its way onto his face. You lean forwards to kiss him, and he almost lets you. Getting so far that your noses are almost touching before he pulls away, grinning, kissing your cheek as some sort of consolation prize. His lips level with your ear, gravelly voice whispering against it. The sensation rushes straight to your lower stomach where butterflies begin to emerge from cocoons.

“No one else, baby… just you.”

Touya’s back is flat against your bed while you’re straddling his hips. Your kisses are frenzied and you’re pulling at his clothes. He groans a little, it almost sounds like it hurts. Is it uncomfortable? Are you just so terrible at what you’re trying to do?

“What’s the rush, doll? ‘m not goin’ anywhere.” he coos, tucking your hair behind your ear. You pull away from him biting your lip. He smiles, and it’s cute, so much love in his eyes as he can tell there is blood making its way to your cheeks. Hairline dampening and eyes glossing over.

“I just… I don’t want to be a virgin forever, Touya. And I love you, so, why are we waiting to do this?” you ask him. It makes him tut, disappointed. Not in you. Never in you. Whoever has sewn these seeds of insecurity within you. He has known for a while that you’re a virgin like him. But, he wanted you to be the one to tell him. When you were ready. Always when you are ready. And now… now… you are anything but ready. “P-Please, Touya. I want you to—”

“I won’t. ‘m sorry, but this isn’t you. Is it, babe?” he asks you. Tears begin to trickle over your lash line as you shake your head. Of course this isn’t you. He knows you like the back of your hand and could read you like a book. “C’mon sweetheart, what’s eatin’ you?”

“A friend… I, she—”

“Go on.”

“She said that she feels sorry for you…” you sigh, remembering her cruel words as you retell them to Touya. His eyebrow quirks, confused. He doesn’t really know any of your friends and he definitely doesn’t need them feeling sorry for him.

“Why would she?”

“Because she said I’m frigid… she said guys don’t like bein’ kept waiting for sex. So she sorta… suggested you might be cheating on me. I don’t- I mean- it’s—”

“I’m not cheating on you.” he says firmly, and you wave your hands in defence.

“I didn’t think so. I just don’t want you to think I’m frigid… and I guess I wouldn’t blame you if you did want to fool around with someone else since ‘m not putting out. It would hurt but—”

“I’m not. And I wouldn’t ever fucking do that to you. Your friend is a bitch. Fuck her. Don’t want you thinkin’ you need to do anything you don’t want to yet. ‘m not going anywhere.” he assures you, pulling you back down to lie on top of him. His fingers comb through your hair while your lips massage each other’s slowly. Slowly.

Your core grinds against him. It’s a little lazy, but needy nonetheless. He can’t help but moan into your mouth at the friction. God he needs you. Why can’t you just make yourself be fucking ready? You are frigid. It’s pathetic. He feels your salty tears spill from your eyes and onto his face. It makes him push you away, but only slightly.

“Touya… I want you,” you lie. He kisses you to silence you before speaking again.

“You don’t. Baby, stop it.”

“Let me do it, Touya. Let me do something for you.” you beg. You rest your forehead against his, and he licks his lips as he takes a moment to think. You can feel how hard he is against your clothed crotch. Positively bulging through his jeans as you straddle him. “Please baby. I can feel you… so hard f’me. Let me help, let me help…” you continue, kissing down his face and down to his neck. He can’t stop bucking his hips against you. You want him. He needs you.

“Fuck, doll,” he groans, sure he’s going to cum in his pants if you don’t take it easy. “Alright, alright. Let me show you somethin’ you can do.” he sighs, raising you off of him and sitting upright. “Have you ever jerked anyone off before?”

“N-No… I haven’t done anything.” you remind him. He nods, accepting your answer. “Can I… with you? Will you show me?”

“Of course I’ll show you. Only if you’re sure this is somethin’ you wanna do.” he says. You grin, leaning forward to kiss him yet again. It’s so romantic, you never though dating Touya would be like this. He’s so kind and patient, passionate. Smiling into each other’s mouths as you melt into one another. You truly want and need to do this for him. “I think it’ll be easier if you get on your knees. I’ll sit on the edge of the bed, sound good?”

“On it!” you smile, shimmying away from him and slipping off the bed and onto your knees. The cold floor is harsh on your knees, and before you can ask for a pillow he’s already handing one to you. “Thanks.”

While you’re putting the plump pillow beneath your knees he’s positioning himself so that you’re between his legs. He waits for you to be comfortable, cupping your face and pecking your lips.

You feel your heart pound as he shuffles and fiddles with his buckle and zipper. Oh God, this is happening. You’re going to see it. You’re going to touch it. He looks at you before he reveals his intimate form to you, searching your eyes.

“We can stop, say the word.” he explains.

“N-No! Please, Touya, let me see.” you encourage. He nods, satisfied with your response.

He pulls his shirt off over his head before taking his manhood out for you to see. He moans as it springs free, slapping against his abdomen and drooling pre against his skin. It oozes from the tip, so pearly and sticky. You are captivated. And you hope you aren’t showing it too terribly on your face. You are, though. Practically salivating at his length. An impressive eight inches with a gorgeously shaped tip.

Is it wrong that you want to lick it?

You stick your tongue out and lean forward to taste, but he doesn’t let you. He flattens his hand on your chest and pushes you away.

“Not that. Not today. We’ll build up to everything, alright? Just your hands today, ‘m gonna teach you. Remember?” he speaks. You nod, of course you remember. He wraps his hand around his cock and begins to pump himself in front of you. He alternates between a slower and faster pace, trying to remember his rhythm and intensity. You take note of him going so slowly he almost grinds to a halt, squeezing even harder right under the tip and forcing more precum to dribble out of his weeping slit. “Try it gorgeous, I’ll guide you.”

You wrap a little hand around his throbbing cock and try and imitate his actions. It’s spellbinding. His heart drums against the skin and muscle housing it and he think he may blackout from your simple touch alone.

“Am I doing good, Touya?” you ask him. Fuck don’t look at him like that. You’re too beautiful. Too innocent and sweet. Watery eyes looking so expectantly at him as you await confirmation on your performance.

“So fucking good baby. Put your other hand on it and twist ‘em. Like this,” he instructs, showing you what he means when both of your hands are wrapped around him. “Oh fuuuuck, doll. Look so pretty with your hands full’a cock.” he hums. It spurs you on to keep going and doing better. For him.

“I- I love you. I love you, Touya.” you mutter.

“Oh fuck, yeah baby? I love you too, sweetheart. So fuckin’ much, I love you, I love- Godddd—”

He can feel his heart rate rising and his balls tightening. No way is he going to last a second longer. Not when he loves you so fucking much and you’re playing with him like this. Better than his own hand. So cute ‘n small and perfect. His hips are bucking up to meet your touch. He’s going to… he needs to.

“’m cummin’ baby, fuck—” he announces, pearly white seed spraying from his cock and all over himself and your hand. It’s sticky, lewd and disgusting and the sound of you continuing to work him fills the room. “Ah, let go now. Fuck, it- it’s—”

“You’re so sensitive baby, I… I like playing with you…” you sigh dreamily as you begin to slow down your ministrations. “S’all over your tummy, Touya. S’cute.” you giggle letting go to lick your hands clean. It’s salty and a little unpleasant, but you don’t mind. It’s his. His cock twitches as he lays backwards on the bed. It’s so adorable. Spent and softening before your very eyes. You stand up, leaning over him to slurp his sperm off his body. It’s ticklish, apparently, because he starts to laugh and try to push your head away.

“Thank you, for doing that. It was great, doll.”

“Anythin’ for you Touya, I love you. Thanks for showing me how.”

He pulls you up onto the bed properly with him, slipping his hand under your vest and tracing his fingers over your back. He coos as you begin to snore softly, knowing he isn’t far behind you.

Who knew Touya Todoroki was such a romantic?

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asktheascendant-blog · 13 years ago

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... ENOUGH POWER TO DESTROY ENTIRE CIVILIZATIONS WITH A PASSING GLANCE. AND YOU WISH TO WIELD IT... IN FLORESCENT LIGHTING?

I KNOW NOT IF YOU ASK THIS DUE TO IGNORANCE, BOREDOM OR IN AN ATTEMPT TO OFFEND ME.

HOWEVER, I WILL MAKE THIS PERFECTLY CLEAR TO ALL MORTALS WHO READ THIS TEXT WITH THE BONE-CHILLING TONE OF MY VOICE.

I REFUSE TO POWER ANY APPLIANCE OR OTHER DEVICE. I AM NOT A BATTERY. I AM ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL MAGES IN EXISTENCE. I WILL NOT OFFER MY TIME TO SOLVING ENERGY CRISIS'.

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Keep Up With Me

Day Sixteen: Sex Toys | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

incel!Tomura Shigaraki x f!Reader Genre: Smut Notes: one of these days I’ll write a Shigaraki fic where he isn’t an incel 😭 Warnings: 18+, noncon, kidnapping, anal play, sex toys (obviously), butt plug, dildo, vibrator, degradation, squirting, overstimulation, does this count as cheating??, stockholm syndrome implied, pussy slap, oral (f receiving), nipple sucking. Words: 2.2k

“Shigaraki! Have you seen my bitch?”

“Why are you bothering me with this?”

It was fortunate for Tomura that he’d built a reputation for himself among the league. A reputation that he shared a temperament similar to that of a petulant child. Dabi asked his question and immediately dropped the subject when he heard his glorious leaders response. He had no desire to get into it with him today. He wasn’t coherent. He wasn’t thinking straight when his beloved bitch was missing.

The reputation was fortunate for Tomura, because this was exactly what he wanted. He wanted Dabi to drop the subject entirely. The fact that he knew Dabi wouldn’t have the determination to continue discussing the matter with him when the frosty response was received, was all part of a greater plan. A more truthful answer could have been given by Tomura. He should be helping his comrade looking for his pretty little piece of ass.

But he doesn’t need to look. He knows exactly where you are.

He’s just borrowing you for a little while…

All For One’s generosity never went unnoticed by Shigaraki. He couldn’t thank him enough for finding this secret little location to hide you in. It was a shit hole, but he didn’t care. Why should he? He just wants what he believes to be his – you. More specifically, your cunt.

He believes you know exactly what you’re doing, honestly. When you let Dabi fuck you in the hideout. The way you moan and cry out his name. Do you even try to keep the volume down? Even if you were whispering, the shlucking sounds of your genitals bashing together fills the entire building. Shigaraki complains, obviously. Constantly in fact. You are a little more sympathetic to his words. Dabi on the other hand mocks him. Calls him an incel and tells him he’s just jealous.

He’ll see who’s jealous when he finds out he’s defiled you.

He doesn’t know what’s worse out of the two of you. Dabi mocking his virgin status certainly gets under his skin. But then again, Dabi has never been subtle about what a cocksure son of a bitch he is. Oozing confidence and cockiness, it really grinds Shigaraki’s gears, but he’s come to expect it of his teammate.

You, however, are a patronising bitch. Why be so apologetic when he comes to you with a grievance for you to only repeat the exact same problem the very same night? You like the attention, he thinks. He’s glad he had the chance to snoop in your shared bedroom with the patchwork prick. Shigaraki found some very interesting items in his bedside table.

Your eyes flutter open and you see him lording over you. The surroundings are unfamiliar. Your wrists sting, and it makes sense why when you look up to see you’re chained to a wire headboard. He’s stripped you bare.

This is all too familiar.

This is almost exactly how things began with Dabi. Same shit, different bastard.

“Will you think less of me?” Tomura starts. Your eyes squint as you observe his. They almost look sad, like they’re willing you to not think less of him. “Hm? Will you think less of me, for wanting what he has?” he adds.

He wants to be just like Dabi. Goodness, they have oh so much in common. Your inky haired lover was just as desperate to fuck away his insecurities in your warm, wet hole. Desperate to lose any lingering sense of innocence on his body. That is the reason you can’t remember what home smells like. The reason you’re starting to forget the faces of your family.

Because Dabi wanted you. You weren’t compliant, so he stole you.

But you love him now, you think. After all, what else do you have?

“I don’t think I could think any less of you if I tried.” you confess, breathlessly.

It actually makes him smile. You’re much more tolerable when you aren’t giving him that fake nice act. He knew it was fake. No one is as nice as you are. Especially when you’ve been through what you have. He finds this side of you much more endearing. Much more enjoyable.

“Will you forgive me, at least?” he seconds his initial notion. You pout your lips to the side, and shake your head.

“No, I—”

“Good job I don’t care,” he starts, rifling around in his backpack. Your heart twinges when you see him empty the contents out on the bed by your feet. He’s been in your room. He’s been sifting through Dabi’s things. His special things he stole just for you. “Will you be nice and pliant for me while I play with you?” he asks, genuinely. Whether you kick and scream or lie back and take it. He’s going to get what he wants. Why fight the inevitable? You do it with Dabi. You can do it with Shigaraki.

“Whatever you want Tomura… Nice ‘n pliant.” you speak. Your final word coated in sarcasm and derision. You will be good for him; but you deem it necessary to let him know you aren’t happy about it.

His eyes light up as he focuses on all of the toys at your feet. He’s like a kid in a candy store. He wants to do anything and everything to you. He really wants to lose his virginity and use your cunt to fuck himself stupid. But he’ll embarrass himself by cumming too quickly. He knows it, he knows. He wants to be able to brag to Dabi about how many times he made his little pet cum. How much better Shigaraki is at getting you off than he is.

“Where shall I start?”

Your cunt is already soaked, he figures it must be the adrenaline and excitement of it all. Yet it doesn’t stop him from teasing you about it, regardless.

“Slut.” he calls you as he settles his hands on the bends of your knees. He practically folds you in half when your kneecaps make contact with your chest. You jarred when you felt a singular digit push passed your tense ring of muscle and directly up your asshole. With a free hand, he picks up a toy and showcases it to you. “You like stuff up your ass?” he questions. “This was still in it’s packaging. Why?”

“N-Never done anal b-before.” you stammer out as the unfamiliar contact triggers every nerve ending throughout your body.

“Ah,” you breathe as he pushes another finger into you. “Almost a virgin like me then.”

He snickers at the way your eyes screw shut as the additional digit stretches you out. It doesn’t last long. He may be a pathetic virgin, but he at least knows a few basics. He’s being nice enough to prep you. He thinks you should thank him for being so kind, though he knows you won’t. He removes his fingers from you. His cock twitches at the way your asshole slowly closes itself again.

He runs the silver butt plug up and down your slippery folds, using your slick to coat it up nicely. Tomura is even considerate enough to spit on it to add extra lubrication for you to take the toy for the first time. He revels in how amusing it’s going to be to tell Dabi that he was the first one to corrupt your cute little asshole, not him.

You grit your teeth as he slowly pushes the plug into you. Fuck. It’s hard to stand strong and resist how good it feels. You've always had a sick feeling deep down that if you ever allowed yourself to experience anal, you’d love it. You’re trying to ignore it. But he can tell. You like having your pretty asshole played with, don’t you?

He looms over you, his face mere inches from your own. He lowers himself. Cracked lips slotting perfectly against soft, plump ones. You taste good. You taste like a new addiction to him.

“Didn’t think your asshole could look any cuter, but the pink heart on the plug is a real nice touch.” he speaks with a saliva string keeping your lips firmly connected to one another.

His fingers snake down to the plug. Tugging it ever so slightly and seeing how wildly your hips buck for him. So responsive, a good little bitch. He needs something else. He wants to see you unfurl, now. He holds up a pink plastic cock and a small blue clitoral vibrator.

“I want you to cum for me. Which one of these toys will make that happen sooner?” he urges you to respond. You can’t point, and your thoughts are almost impossible to understand as you can focus on nothing but the metal plug resting safely in your asshole. So good. So sensitive. He holds up one at a time. “Nod for me, dummy.” he instructs. Nothing for the dildo. Nodding for the vibrator.

“D-Do you know where the- the clit is?” you manage to stutter out. Your question is answered when he spanks it lightly. You yip at the contact.

“Don’t mock me.” he chastises as he lightly runs a finger from side to side over the bundle of nerves. You mewl and moan, desperate for more. He rejoices when he sees more slick gush out of your dreamy hole, travelling down and coating the darling, pink heart jewel twitching in your ass. “Patchwork has been missing out… holding back on playing with your asshole…” Shigaraki comments, speaking as he remains beguiled by your anatomy. He did this. He is the one that has positively soaked you like this.

He can barely keep the vibrator still on your clit because you’re so wet. There’s only one thing for it. He rests his head between your thighs and sucks brutally on the sensitive nub. Christ you feel like your soul is leaving your body. Your legs are convulsing and trapping his head in place. He thinks he’s drank up enough of your juices. He frees himself from the crushing grip of your thighs and attempts to vibrate your clit once again.

“Ohhh, Tomura… �� fuck – ‘m gonna cum!!!” you moan, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you squirm in the centre of the bed.

“So soon? Are you making fun of—?”

“Nngh!”

His doubts of his skill are dispelled when your cunt gushes clear like a waterfall all around him. He can’t help himself but latch onto the source and drink up everything you have to offer. Jesus you taste good. Do you…

“Do you do that for him?” he wonders, giving you a moments reprieve from the highest intensity vibration.

“N-Never, didn’t know I could- I could do that…” you heave. Your breasts jiggle as your breathing is breathy and inconsistent. He’s going to suck them, he thinks. They look so perfect; your hard nipples begging to be toyed with.

“In that case, you’re going to do it again.” he announces. He picks up the plastic dildo and slowly sinks it inside of your walls.

Your eyes cross. It’s mesmerising to him. So aroused by these pathetic toys he’s used on you, and he’s not even had his wicked way with you himself. The squelch and shlock shlock shlock of the dildo fucking into you makes Shigaraki moan heartily. If he didn’t know better, he’d think that sound alone had made him cum in his pants. He’s sure that isn’t the case. But copious amounts of pre have definitely leaked out of his tip.

“Fucking, Christ. Such a wet, slutty cunt.” he announces. It sounds like he’s scolding you, but in reality he’s talking to no one but himself. “You better cum like that again.” he hisses. The blue vibrator is forced onto your clit once more. You can’t! You can’t!

“Tomura I- s’too much! Too much f’me!”

By now Shigaraki had finally latched his lips onto your pert nipple. He tugged lightly with his teeth before uttering a simple ‘shut up’ to you. He was right. The feeling of your hardened bud in his mouth is divine. It shouldn’t have surprised you that he’s such an incredible multitasker. Using both hands to expertly overstimulate your cunt in a way that is oh so intense but delicious all at once. His sucking and biting on your teat adding to the thrill of it all. Fuck. You’re close. So close.

“’m gonna-“ you choke out, letting him know you’re about to follow his orders. Like a good girl. A good bitch.

“Good. Fucking do it, make a filthy mess for me.” he encourages. He’s away from your breast now. He wants to see in full what he can make that pretty cunt of yours do.

“Ah-! Ah-! Ahhhh-!” you gasp.

You’re relieved when the familiar sensation transparent liquid waterfalling out of you escapes you. Tomura’s eyes enlarge and he’s captivated by the flood of water that leaves your lips. Again, he thinks. One more time and then he’s earned it. But you’re spent. He can see how you’re trembling beneath him, struggling against the biting pain around your wrists. You’re done. You are… You are done.

But he isn’t.

“One. More.” he jeers. You shake your head in defiance. What doesn’t he understand? You can’t.

“Can’t—!”

“One more, and then I’ll reward you by letting you be the first person to have your insides painted by me.”

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Daddy Was Always Honest, Never Had a Santa Claus

Track Four: Big Bag | 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader Genre: Smut Notes: If there's one thing certain in life it's that I'm never leaving my daddy Toji out of an event :) Warnings: stepcest, daddy kink, bratting, car sex, degradation, praise, petnames, orgasm denial, fingering, vaginal penetration, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie. Words: 2.6k

Your daddy hates it when you’re a brat. That’s how you found yourself in an alleyway in London getting fucked within an inch of your life in the backseat of his hired town car. There is part of you that is remorseful, of course, but there is an even bigger part of you that is grinning from ear to ear at this very expected turn of events. He just fucks you better when he’s riled up. And there’s absolutely no better way to rile him up that to be a big brat. You think he doesn’t know you do it on purpose? Huh? Do you think you have a dumb ol’ daddy who doesn’t know how much you like getting fucked like a whore?

He may tell you he hates it when you brat, but secretly, he loves it.

He flew you and your brother Megumi out to London so that you could do some Christmas shopping together. His wallet is as fat as his cock, and you love him for it. Your poor mother, she couldn’t even come and spend the holidays here with you because she was busy with work. What a shame. It means you have your daddy all to yourself.

Megumi isn’t stupid, either, he knows you’re his dad’s extra piece of ass. But he doesn’t care. Your brother, God love him, is quite possibly a bigger brat than you are. He isn’t a brat in the sense he’ll throw a tantrum if he doesn’t get what he wants. Toji just loves to throw money at him, so he’s come to expect it. He’s willing to turn a blind eye to your indiscretions so long as he gets whatever he wants, whenever he wants. And it suits Toji just fine, that’s what he’s been doing his whole life anyway.

“Let me out here, I matched with some whore on Tinder. Gonna meet her for some drinks and fuck her later.” Megumi explains. Toji nods, signalling the driver to pull over and let his son out. “I’ll be needing some cash for the date, of course.”

“Naturally, here, piss off and enjoy getting your dick wet. Later Megs,” Toji waves as your driver took off again.

He noticed you pouting out of the corner of his eye. Such a damn brat. He didn’t acknowledge you at all, you know he never does when you go all puppy dog eyes on him. So, you begin to whimper. Pawing at his shirt and snuggling closer to him.

“Daaaaaaddy.” you fuss, doing all that you can to gain his attention.

“What, baby? What is it?”

“’s not fair, daddy.” you tell him, folding your arms and moving away from him with a disgruntled expression on your sweet little face. He chuckles at that. So petulant and just plain adorable.

“What’s not fair darlin’? Look at me ‘n tell me, daddy can’t make it better unless you tell me.” he expresses. When you don’t budge, your eyes widen when you feel his enormous arms wrap around you. He pulls you onto his lap, commanding you to look him in the eyes as he manoeuvres your face with his index finger. “Tell me right now. Or I’m taking all of your new designer shit right on back to the store.”

“It’s just… why do you let Megumi do whatever he wants but not me? I’d never be allowed to go to a bar alone… you’re so strict with me, Toji.”

“Sorry, didn’t catch that. What the fuck did you just call me?”

“’m sorry… I meant daddy. I love you daddy.”

“That’s what I thought. It’s a big scary city sweetheart, ‘n you’re daddy’s little girl aren’tcha? Don’t want anything to happen to my baby, wanna keep you safe at all times.”

“But—”

“Enough. I know best, don’t I? Now, we’re gonna go back to the hotel and get ready ‘cause I’m takin’ you somewhere fancy to eat, alright?”

The novelty of your bratty behaviour quickly wore off, for him. You’d been in a bad mood since you got back to your hotel room. Normally you enjoy listening to music while you get ready, but today you sat in silence with the gloomiest expression on your face he’s ever seen.

Despite the fact you were wearing one of the absolutely gorgeous new dresses he’d bought for you, it still didn’t coax a smile out of you. Ungrateful little bitch. You didn’t even give your daddy a twirl. Why the fuck did he pay for it if you won’t even show him how good you look in it?

Just keep pushing him, see what happens.

You’re back in the town car again. The sky is black, and the Christmas lights are illuminating the sky. There’s too much light pollution for the stars to shine, but the seasonal decorations are the perfect substitute. And you’re back to where you had been earlier, the stores are still open. And suddenly, you’re in the mood to shop again.

“Daddy, I want some new shoes.” you tell him.

“That’s nice baby. But that’s not how I’ve taught you to ask for things plus you’ve been a little shit all day. So,”

“Can I please have some news shoes daddy?” you ask, oh so nicely, fluttering your big fake eyelashes at him. He smiles, holding your chin by his thumb and index finger as he tilts you towards him for a kiss. But instead of a kiss, you’re gifted with a smirk.

“No.”

And that’s it. You screamed bloody murder in the back of the car, pulling out your perfectly styled hair and flinging your shoes you already had on at him. Repeats of how much you wanted new shoes shrieked through the car, until finally,

“Alright, pull over.” Toji lamented. You were smiling so sweetly again, using the mirror from your purse to put your hair back in place. Such a damn brat.

That’s it, keep pushing him juuuust like that.

There was barely any room for either of you to move when you got back into the car. You’d given your daddy’s credit card a gorgeous workout, filling the boot of the car to the brim. You were never going to just get one pair of new shoes. And shoes weren’t the limit, either. More new clothes as well as new makeup to boot. Plus, a few sets of sexy lingerie just for daddy.

Even he couldn’t deny the way his cock hardened as you modelled them for him in the changing room.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you for my new things, daddy.”

“You better be good at the restaurant now, eat all your food ‘n behave yourself.” Toji tells you, there is an expectant look on his face. He expects you to be good. He knows you’re his good little girl, he just doesn’t know what’s gotten into you today.

“I don’t wanna go.”

“Baby—”

“No! I don’t want to go, Toji! I don’t wanna go I wanna go home.”

“Fuck sake. Hey, see this alleyway? Yeah. Pull the fuck over.”

Your heart rate quickened as the driver did as he was told. Toji threw a fat roll of cash at him and told him to go somewhere for a little while. He wanted some privacy with his favourite girl. It was exhilarating and alarming all in one terrifying bout. You made the interesting decision to ignore him; only adding an aggressive fuel to the fire.

Do you have a death wish?

He watched you with a threatening glare and a frightening smirk. You found one of the many new lipsticks you’d bought with your daddy’s money in one of the canary yellow bags resting by your feet. It was admirable, really, how you took your time with coating your lips in the nude pink, sweet tasting lipsticks. If he wasn’t already hard, he’s sure it would have had him standing to attention.

“I’ve been sooo naughty, daddy.” you speak as you offer him an over dramatic pout. He yanks you over to him by your wrist, spreading your legs open roughly with heavy palms. He gathers up your dress, slowly… slowly… slowly… until your slutty panties are exposed. The chilling air conditioning in the car instead hitting the sodden material. He laughs when you shudder against him. Poor, sweet thing.

“Such a bad girl for daddy, ain’t ya?”

“Mhmm, I just— oh, daddy!” you are interrupted as he starts prodding at the sticky, black lace between your legs.

“Just wanted your pussy played with, hm? Shoulda told me. Y’know I can’t get enough of your little princess cunt, baby. Tell daddy what you want.”

You can’t think and he’s barely touched you. Simple rubs over lace have you keening and mewling like a lunatic. He cherishes the sight of you losing your fucking sanity over nothing but a little bit of pussy rubbing. Daddy has such good fingers. He’s going at a snails pace, and still, you’re writhing uncontrollably. You’re worse when he does eventually pick up the pace. You try and hide in the crook of his neck, but he’d never allow that.

“Aw, c’mon now. Weren’t so shy when you were throwing a tantrum earlier. Do you want spend all of my fucking money again? Huh? Is that what you want baby?” Toji questions as he continues to flick his fingers over your clit.

“N-No! I want… I want—”

“I’ve only rubbed your cute clit a little, don’t tell me my baby has gone dumb already. What do you want?”

“Finger fuck me! Please, please daddy! I- I- I wanna cum all over your fingers, I need it daddy! I need it s’bad!”

He spreads your legs wider than you thought was possible. You watched as Toji sucked his fingers clean of your slick before moving your panties into the crease of your thigh. His fingers plunged inside of you again, his thumb not letting up on your swollen clit.

“Ohhhhh fuck, daddy! ‘m gonna cum-! Gonna cum f’you daddy!” you manage to breathe out through the delicious assault. He kisses your neck, unrelenting. A sign of solidarity that you are being a good girl for him now. And he’ll give you everything you want.

“So soon baby? Cum f’me… Go on, show daddy how pretty girls cum.”

Your teeth clenched. His lips pressed into your pulse point again and again as you chased your high. He’s such a good kisser. Your daddy always knows just the right places to show you love. You start to buck furiously against his fingers. So damn eager. So fucking needy. There was nothing you craved more in the entire world than this, right now. You wanted to cum. Cum for him.

And he pulled away.

Your eyes shot open, searching his features. He was mocking you. Fuck. You really messed up, it’s been a while since he denied you of anything you wanted. You couldn’t bear to think how long he’d drag this out for.

“D-Daddy?”

“Aw, you’re adorable, darlin’. My little girl is so confused. But you should know better by now, brats don’t get to cum.”

He brought you to the edge and ripped it away from you over and over and over again. It was amusing to him, to see you become such a foolish, babbling mess. All you could manage was slurred wants and desires. Needs and necessities. And he just wouldn’t give them to you. Do you blame him? After the way you behaved; he doesn’t think it’s such a bad thing that he’s battering your g-spot until your brain becomes soupy liquid dribbling from your ears. Tongue lolled out like a whore, just how he likes you.

Daddy’s little whore.

He soon grows tired tormenting fingertips drawing circles into your dewy core. He positions you on all fours, determined to bully his cock into you instead. It’s still near impossible to take his entire length despite the endless time he spent finger fucking your tremoring cunt.

He grabs a fistful of your hair, wrapping it around his wrist to gain better leverage to fuck into your spent little hole. The whole car rocks when he starts. It’s so embarrassing, but neither of you can find the ability to care. You can only hope no one comes by and notices what you’re up to. Toji, on the other hand, takes great delight in the prospect of passers by hearing you cry for his cock.

“S’big daddy!”

“I know baby, fuckin’ big. Describe it. Describe it for daddy.”

“Ah-! Too big f’me! So full, daddy! So full, want your cum…”

There was no chance that you could get away with this act of public indency, not with the way you were caterwauling. Toji was splitting you in two! You were sure of it. He began to pound into you with reckless abandon, and you hoped this meant you’d finally be allowed to cum. You held your stomach, positive you could feel him in your fucking womb.

“’m gonna cum daddy, please, please. Can I?”

“Cream daddy, darlin’. Want your creamy pussy gushin’ round me.”

And it’s lights out after that. You remember your vision clouding for a few moments, but he wouldn’t let you pass out on him. Harsh slaps to your face and rear brought you back from the brink of unconsciousness, and you looked over your shoulder, only to be greeted with a furious scowl.

“Don’t dare try to fall asleep baby, not done with ya.”

The statement remains true for a matter of seconds before he floods your stretched walls with his gooey, rich, cum. He’s grunting above you like an animal, unable to control his primal instincts. Marking your pretty pussy is one of the greatest joys of his life, you’re his. You are Toji Fushiguro’s marked little girl, your pussy is his property.

“C’mere. Turn around, face me. Face me, sweetheart.” he instructs. You’re slow in your movements. And of course your perfect daddy is quick to help you. Pulling you around like a perfect little doll, positioning you until you’re eye level with his cock. “Clean it.” he demands.

“D-Daddy…”

“Suck it clean darlin’. Don’t make me ask you again.”

You’d never deny him a request, especially one which involves his cock down your throat. You can feel him softening from his intense orgasm, and yet he’s still monstrously huge. He shudders each time your tongue darts into his slit. You want to do a thorough job of cleaning him, after all. You trace each vein of his drained shaft with your mischievous tongue.

Perfect girl. Perfect slut.

He pulls out, tracing his tip over your plump lips a few times before he gets a little rougher. Before long, he’s smearing leaky cum and your brand new lipstick all around the lower half of your face. Your mascara has already run down your face, so much crying over daddy’s big cock. Such a pretty baby. Your gorgeous face is daddy’s canvas.

“’m tired daddy… can we please go back to the hotel?” you ask, you flinch a little as soon as you speak. Realising that it sounds like you still haven’t learnt your lesson.

“Fuck it,” he starts. He pulls you onto his lap as he scrolls through his contacts to instruct your driver to take you back to the hotel. “orderin’ room service and fuckin’ your cute little pussy s’more. Alright? But we are going out for food tomorrow. And you better fucking behave yourself.” he explains, the stern bass in his voice made you squeeze your thighs ever so slightly. You burrow your face into his neck, peppering your favourite daddy in sweet, affectionate kisses.

“Thank you daddy.” you whisper.

He squeezes his arm around you a little tighter. You giggle at the change in pressure, you’re so close to your daddy. Barely any room to move. To breathe. And you love it. You love him. And…

“I love you, princess.”

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That’s What You Do, Baby

Day Seventeen: Breath Play | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Dabi x f!Reader Genre: Smut Notes: Hurt me daddy! I mean Dabi! Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, hate fucking, vaginal penetration, fingering, possessive Dabi, controlling, jealous, toxic relationship, degradation, daddy kink, dacryphilia, choking, breath play, physical abuse, slapping, somno?? (she passes out for a few minutes n he doesn't stop). Words: 2.1k

Three hair colours and one man. Red. White. Black. You’ve known him through every colour. Every phase. Every event. Maybe that’s why he fucks you like he hates you. It has to be the reason he doesn’t want you but won’t let anyone else have you. There’s nothing you can do about it, either. He expects you to take it. ‘This is what you’re made for’ are popular words of choice and he fucks you brutally and deposits his semen inside your familiar walls. It’s impossible to try and move on too, as if he’d let that happen. Every date you’ve ever had; Touya has managed to intercept it. Nobody wants to be involved with a woman who has baggage. Doesn’t everyone have a little baggage? You can’t blame anyone, though. You certainly wouldn’t want to be attached to anyone that comes with a free psychopath.

And yet, it still didn’t stop you trying one more time.

It failed, spectacularly, of course. You weren’t stupid enough to think you’d get away with going for coffee with another man. That’s it, coffee. The way Touya was behaving, you’d think you were doing a live sex show with him in Amsterdam’s Red Light District. He roughly grabbed your weak, upper arm flesh and pulled you to your feet. He had a parting snarl for your date as well as a few choice words that made you internally cringe.

“She’s spoken for. Get your own whore.”

He really knows how to make you feel like you’re less than nothing.

Red blood turned to ice in your veins as you spotted Touya’s car up the road. His grip on your arm was bruising, you were sure his grasp was already bursting blood vessels and forming his signature, fingertip bruising. There’s no use telling him that he’s hurting you. And it would be even worse to whimper or moan. He’ll make it hurt, more.

It shocks you that the car door isn’t torn from it’s hinges when he rips it open. Even at your quickest possible speed it isn’t enough for him. No, it’s not that, he’s just furious with you. He loves to manhandle you, to scare you, when he’s feeling particularly pissed off. The beautiful blue of his eyes have never looked so dead and devoid of humanity as he stares down at you. Watching eagerly as you strap yourself securely in the passenger seat. He gets a sick kick out of the way you jump when he slams your door shut for you.

Your feet on the floor are all you can bear to observe as your partner strides across the front of the car. It’s impossible to prevent the way your eyes squint at the sound of him opening and closing the door to the driver’s side. He doesn’t buckle his seatbelt. He immediately starts the car.

He wants you, and has no desire to wait a second longer. One large hand ventures into your personal space. One leg spread, angling closer to him. The other he pushes with little care resulting in your knee smacking a little harshly against the car door. You don’t dare say ow, although you instinctively want to.

However what you actually do, although unintentionally, is close your legs completely. He doesn’t look at you, but the aggression flowing throughout his entire being is evident. You’re really testing his patience today, aren’t you? A defiant little thing. Maybe you’re doing it on purpose. Bratting it up so daddy will be rougher with you.

“Open. Now.” he demands, simply.

“There are people, someone might see.” you argue. Getting quite brave, aren’t you? He’s seen this side of you before, but it has been a little while if he recalls correctly. A few months ago, maybe three. So that’s your limit. He’ll fuck the disobedience out of you. If you want to carry on acting like a bitch, he’ll fuck you like one.

“Doll, if you don’t open your God damn legs for me…” it’s calm. Cool and collected, just like him – mostly. He doesn’t need to finish, smirking when he realises you’re legs are already widening for him. Why must he be this way? To prove a point to you, of course. There’s something so delectable about an attractive man driving a car. Touya is no exception. His driving is smooth and controlled, effortless, almost. He looks handsome like this, one hand on the wheel and the other rubbing his lips before his hand slithers towards you and find yours. “Fuck you.” he tells you.

He’s referring to the greeting of your folds rather than a pair of panties on his fingers.

“’m sorry.” you keen.

“Sick. Hear me? Sick in the head. On a first date? Tch.” he tells you. “Cunts wet, too. For him?” he wonders. You’re fighting back tears as disdain lingers in each carefully thought-out word he speaks. He loves it when you cry. You don’t answer him. He didn’t expect you to. All Touya wants, is for you to think about what a stupid little girl you’ve been.

And you are.

You are.

“What was his name?” he asks you as he drags you into his apartment. Does it matter? He’s proven today more than ever that there will never be a chance for you to be in a normal, stable relationship. It’s sex, with him. No strings, with him. And that’s it. No love. No commitment. Just this. It’s not worth answering. You shouldn’t. But…

“At—” before you can answer to completion, you’re being pinned against the nearest wall with Touya’s rough fingers forcing themselves down your throat. He uses his free hand to pinch your nose closed, removing any opportunity for you to inhale oxygen into your system.

“I could kill you for this, y’know?” he hisses, driving his fingers into your wet cavern as far as they will go. “And who’d miss you? Just me. Only because you’re my favourite little hole to fuck.”

You’re clawing desperately at his hands, desperate for the slightest bit of reprieve. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a little guilty when red cracks through the whites of your eyes as you lose your battle with your consciousness. Just a bit more. You deserve this; how could you seek out the company of another man behind his back? It’s the least you’re owed. Take it. Take it. You deserve it… so take it.

It’s a blessing that he does seem to have some form of conscience residing within him. He removes his digits from your lips and observes the way you’ve coated them with your drool. You’re coughing, sputtering and doing all that you can to suck whatever air you can back into your lungs. You know he’s capable of worse, and still, you feel like you’re fighting to survive.

One hand of his find fingers weaved into your locks. He pushes your body back hard against the wall before throwing you to the ground. Resistance is futile when it comes to Touya. That was a lesson you learnt almost instantly. A dour, slow slap strikes the right half of your face. The saliva covering Touya’s fingers transferring coldly to your cheek.

“Slut.” he spits. It’s nothing you haven’t heard before. In fact, it’s all you’ve heard before. “Dirty slut, aren’tcha? Hm? Gonna have to teach you a lesson, yeah?” he concludes.

He yanks at your top, a clear indication that he wants you to remove it. Touya undresses himself at the same time as you. It doesn’t bother him that you’re still wearing your skirt. Your panties are off, anyway. Maybe you did this for him after all. Did you go commando to give him easy access? He stands tall as he removes his trousers and underwear before lingering over you. He drags his fat cockhead up and down your juicy cunt.

He’s only teasin’.

“T-Touya,” you keen, the delicate touches making your head spin. You were stupid to desire another man. Why would you? How could you when you knew deep down nobody could ever compare to Touya.

“Shut up,” he growls. His tip slots nicely inside of your wet walls. His eyes roll over white for a fraction of a second as he adjusts to the feeling of your perfect cunt. It’s as true for him as it is for you. No other hole will ever come close to feeling as good as yours. You’ve got him completely pussy drunk, although he’d never admit it. “’m givin’ it to you. Don’t fucking whine.”

“’m not whining…” you respond. Three little words earn another wet slap across your face. It delights him to see your pathetic lower lip wobble. You jump from one extreme to the other. You’re either a raging bitch or a cry baby.

He licks the tears that spill from your eyes as he bottoms out inside of you. No prep. No warning. Just him. You should be used to it by now, the way his length slides into you and kisses your cervix. Awkward doesn’t begin to cut it when you wrap your arms around his torso and pull him closer towards you. Because that act is apparently reserved for good girls. And even you can admit you haven’t been very good for him. He shoves your arms off him, pinning them above your head.

You wonder if he’s comfortable, because you assuredly are not. The hard wood flood beneath you seems like the worst thing possible for your lower back. You feel as stiff as a board and as sexy as a walrus. His knees can’t be doing much better. They aren’t. But he can ignore the pain; he knows you can’t.

His thrusts are ruthless. Every roll of his hips drives your body further against the wood and makes your eyes leak. But every dramatic, heavy penetration makes your vision cloud. Fuck him. How can he have the audacity to be such a piece of shit and such a good fuck?

“’m close, T-Toouuya ‘m close.” you warn him, as if he didn’t already know. Don’t you think he’s fucked you enough times to know when you’re about to lose your resolve to the perfection of his cock? The tell tale signs or curling toes and fluttering eyelashes give you away easily. But don’t you know? Do you really not know how much your cunt convulses around him when you get closer, and closer? He thought you did it on purpose. Your pulsating walls always drag him near his own premature demise.

Your eyes bulge when you feel agile fingers clench around your throat once more. Oxygen once again huffs out of your brain. You feel your body might be shutting down on you. He said he could kill you. You suppose he really means it this time.

Alas, your time hasn’t come just yet. Just as you were on the brink of passing out he loosened the intensity of the squeeze.

You’re cumming.

You’re cumming for him.

It’s not like he’s never choked you before. But not like this. Not when you’ve been on the brink of your climax and desperate to topple over that tantalising edge. He doesn’t think he’s seen a more beautiful sight. He is one hundred percent sure he’s never been closer to prematurely ejaculating with you before. It takes every ounce of will power he has to stop himself from cumming. You came around him, gummy walls threatening to seduce him into following you in your high. But that alone wasn’t what had him using every power he could muster to not cum so quickly. The way your eyes crossed so adorably as you choked beneath his iron clad grip was the sweetest, prettiest thing he’d ever seen. Is that the hardest you’ve ever cum for him? It is. God, when you’re good, you’re really fucking good.

You’re barely a person anymore when he frees your throat and begins humping himself inside of you. Touya knows you aren’t stupid. You make poor choices, but you’re a smart enough girl. So do you really think he’s going to let you drift off into a post-coitus sleep without letting Touya use you as the fuck hole you are?

“Wake up pretty girl.” he snickers as he lightly slaps your face. Three minutes had gone by without response. You must have really needed that. “You came real hard for me there, huh?” he teases. He notices your skin breaking out in goosebumps as he continues to pleasure himself with your sensitive slot.

“Tired,” you admit. Touya shakes his head. His hand is wrapped around your throat once more, applying the same amount of pressure as he had previously as he fucks harshly into you again. It seems Touya’s hands are your brand new necklace, now.

The prettiest thing.

The way you came while getting choked was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

It was silly for you to think he was only going to do it once.

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I Guess You Felt So Safe

Day Eighteen: Impact Play | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Hawks x f!Reader Genre: Smut Notes: As if Hawks would let u think his stroke game was boring Warnings: 18+, consensual sex, rough sex, impact play, spanking, sir kink, dacryphilia, slapping, degradation, face painting, aftercare. Words: 2.9k

He’s a hero, you know. You do know. He’d never do anything to hurt you – he loves you. But that’s part of the problem. As much as you love him too; sharing your body with him, feeling yourself in his arms and beneath his wings. You’re beginning to feel… unfulfilled. He hasn’t noticed, either. Noticed the way you know exactly what positions to put yourself in before he even asks. Your sex life is stale, repetitive. You’re bored, honestly. He doesn’t seem to understand when you tell him that he doesn’t need to be a hero all of the time. You don’t want him to be so protective all of the time.

Your heels are in your hand as you approach the front door to Keigo’s home. It’s rare that you go anywhere without him these days; but after an old school friend invited you out for a coffee, you couldn’t refuse. He asked, begged to join you, in fact. But how awkward would that be? It would be incredibly rude to make your friend third wheel the pair of you. And who knows, maybe she’s a big fan of the Number Two Hero, he might have thrown her for a loop.

There’s a tense weight in the air of the familiar living space, a space you’re quickly feeling comfortable in enough to call home yourself. Although, you’ve never felt like this while being here. This shouldn’t be as terrifying as it is; considering it’s early afternoon and still incredibly bright outside. It just isn’t normal. Every single light in the house is off, as well as the electronics. If Keigo was ever waiting for you to return, he’d often wait in the front room for you and watch TV.

He was the hero that was too fast for his own good. The hero that would have flown to the door to greet you and kiss your unsuspecting lips before you even had a chance to close the door behind you. So where is he? Why are you so terrified to turn around? He wouldn’t leave while you’re out. He’d never do something like that… would he? He never has before. Something is wrong. It must be.

Against your better instincts, against the knowledge of every horror film you’ve ever seen roaring at you, you can’t help but call out to him. “K-Keigo?” you falter. The nerves wracking your throat betraying you.

“Up here.” he responds. You can’t tell which room he’s in, but you start ascending the stairs anyway. It’s likely he’s in the bedroom, anyway. Even with the assumption that he is in your shared room; something is niggling at you, something is wrong. You’re sure of it. You’re frozen at the top of the staircase. The door to your bedroom is slightly ajar. He’s walking around, you can see his shadow's silhouette perform on the naturally lit walls of your room. Should you move? Do you dare approach? “C’mere, need to talk to you.” he tells you. You’re stomach sinks as low as it can possibly go. You’re anxious.

The racing in your heart is a feeling you can’t even begin to understand when you’re pulled into the room by your wrist. He’s being… rough. He’s never been like this with you before. He is admiring the way your eyes gloss over. Aw, is his pretty bird about to cry?

“I thought you wanted to—”

The sentence dies prematurely as his lips crash against yours. Two large palms cup your face as he guides you backwards. Legs tangling and stumbling as neither of you have a true sense of what direction you’re walking in. But his eyes open as help steer you a little better, his forehead resting on yours. He doesn’t want to lose sight of you. His favourite girl; the apple of his eye. Is this really him? You barely recognise him. He’s looking at you with carnal desire, it’s like he can’t breathe. The way his jaw hangs low, parting his sweet lips ever so slightly. The air in his lungs coming out in excited huffs.

You can’t deny you’re excited, too.

Soon your calves connect with your bedside. So, you stop, but he doesn’t. He keeps pushing until your body folds. His body confines you beneath him, so you have no hope in moving – not that you want to. Sensual lips rest against one another like adjoining puzzle pieces.

Soft moans leave your lips as his mouth travels downwards. Down, and down, and down. A steady path from your lips to your navel. Keigo’s rough hands unbutton your jeans. You lift your backside off the bed so he can pull them off, along with your panties, in one fell swoop. He’s in awe. You’re glistening.

Your body convulses and a loud, needy whine escapes you as a heavy hand spanks your ass. The sound bringing his vision to you, observing the way you react to his touch.

“You really get off on this shit?” he wonders, spanking you again. He smiles; his cocky, signature smile when he sees it elicits the same reaction. “Hm? Answer me sweetheart.”

“K-Keigo, what’s gotten in- Eep—!” you yelp, another stinging sensation on your rear.

“Who the fuck are you talkin’ too, huh?” he wonders, slapping you again. “I’m the number two hero, aren’t I?” he reminds you, not that it's a fact you could ever forget. He punctuates his point with yet another assault on your ever reddening behind. “I don’t bust my fuckin’ ass and risk my life every single day for you to call me Keigo.” he speaks. He finally gives your right ass cheek some reprieve and moves onto the left, although the sensation doesn’t sting any less.

“W-What, owww… What shall I call you, Keigo?” you ask pathetically. You’re at a loss. This is completely new to you, especially with him. He’s like a completely different person.

“Hmm… Good question. How about daddy? Or, sir? Oh God call me sir, c’mon, say it f’me.” he demands, a look of intensity and intimidation spiralling in his golden eyes.

“Please, sir. Tell me w-what’s going on… Ah—!”

“Fuck, your ass looks so pretty and red.” he informs you, completely disregarding your prior inquiry.

Before you can blink, you’re being picked up and dropped further into the centre of the bed. Your eyes do all they can to beat away the tears threatening to flee from your water line. But it’s too late. The clear, salty liquid runs from the sides of your eyes and into your ears. Keigo doesn’t wipe them away, he merely observes. But what you do notice is the way he bites his lip briefly. It’s for a quick second; soon after his teeth free the fat of his lips and they spring back to their regular positioning.

He’s getting off on this.

But God, so are you.

He tweaks the nub of your left breast with one hand, expertly freeing his cock with the other. You can’t help but grind your sopping cunt into his knee and thigh nestled between your leg. Desperate for any form of friction. He doesn’t stop you. In fact, he thinks it’s quite cute. Keigo is certain he’s never seen you quite so riled up.

“Gonna give you my cock now, alright baby?” he states more than he questions. It’s an absolute fact that is going to happen. He isn’t asking your permission, yet you give it anyway.

“Y-Yes! Please—!”

A little piece of you dies when you feel his hand connect brutally with the side of your face. He’s never laid a hand on you, ever. The entire time you’ve known him, he’s been nothing but delicate and gentle. And here come the tears once again, returning to humiliate you a little more. He loves it, he must. Because even as his tip alone prods at your entrance, you’ve never felt him harder.

“What’s my fucking name, bitch? You haven’t forgotten already.” he degrades. Discontent lingering in his spiteful words.

You can’t speak. Can’t think. He slapped you. God, he really fucking slapped you. You’re stunned once more when he’s left tired of waiting for an answer. His palm lands on your opposite cheek this time. He’s actually doing this. Someone who once treated you as if you were a priceless artifact is now assaulting you, marking you as his with a red hand signature.

“Not puttin’ it in til I get an answer.” he warns you. His leaky tip slaps softly against your puffy clit. Your brain is mush and your thoughts are muddled. Answer him. For fuck sake, answer him!

“Want your cock, please! Please sir! Give it t’me!” you keen.

Your obedience is rewarded as he pushes passed your unprepared walls. The stretch is burning, agonising, in fact. But he doesn’t stop, and you don’t want him to. Your lover coos as he admires your scrunching features. It’s really hurting you, and yet you’re still such a little trooper for him. You’re doing all you can to accommodate his length. He loves your smile more than anything in the world. But he thinks realising what a sweet little cry baby you are over his cock might be a very close second.

“Thaaaaaat’s it baby, that’s right. Takin’ me so well.” he tells you.

He hesitates, setting a slow pace. He can see how much you’re struggling. How badly you’re trying to handle the burn and stretch of his cock. He loves you, he’s known that from the first moment he laid eyes on you. You’re so perfect. So willing. So good. He’ll go faster soon, when the pain eases off. It’s too much too soon. You can’t handle it. You can’t.

“H-Harder, Keigo please! Harder!”

You feel each other so intimately like this. He slapped you again for yet another slip up of his name. Your walls squeezed him so tightly as you yelped. The panicked sound you made rushed straight to his cock, you even saw his eyelids flutter. You felt his cock twinge in your walls too. Everything, every single moment while you were connected like this was the most intense and profound bond you’d ever felt to him.

“You’re bad at this, my sweet, dumb girl.” he teases as he keeps at the same pace. “I know you’re not trying to tell me how to fuck you; especially without using my name.” he hisses through gritted teeth. The golden honey of his eyes has never seemed such a terrifying colour. But you relent.

“’m sorry… ‘m sorry sir. Wanna be good! I wanna be a good girl f’you!”

It’s a sick power trip for him. He never thought he’d enjoy the title as much as he is. It does suit him, you think. You’ll be devastated if this is a one off. He’s always the one to lead when you have sex usually. But right now he’s being everything you’ve wanted of him. Dominative and authoritative. Genuinely, he’s never made you wetter.

He doesn’t pick up the pace. In fact, he stops completely. Keigo forces you to unlink your legs from behind his back, instead pushing you into a mating press. And then you feel him. You really feel him. He’s told you before he doesn’t like doing this. It’s too deep for you to handle, apparently. He doesn’t want to hurt you.

But feeling him now, this is the best kind of hurt you’ve ever felt.

He would never say it out loud, but the way you’re wrapping around him in this position is making him want to hurt you for the rest of his life.

You’ve got emotional whiplash. He’s thrusting into you harder and deeper than he ever has in his life. His face is so close to yours. One minute he’s shoving his tongue passed the seam of your lips, and another he’s slapping your face. Fuck, you look ethereal to him. So fucking gorgeous. Your face is drenched in sweat and tears. Your makeup is smeared, mixes of black eyeliner and red lipstick completely blurred away from where they’re supposed to be.

It’s divine, it’s twisted, it’s sick. And you love it. You love it.

You don’t think you could possibly love it anymore.

Until…

Until—!

“’m cumming, s-sir! I’m- I can’t stop! Please, sir, can I—!”

“Fucking cum for me. Let me see how my slutty baby cums.”

You writhe around on the bed like a woman possessed. It’s almost like you’re being exorcised. Your toes curl so harshly you think they might carry on curling over each other for the rest of time. His eyes light up as he realises you’ve never cum around him so loudly before. Why didn’t he listen to you sooner? Why was he treating you like such a fragile flower? So much wasted time. But don’t you worry, he’s definitely going to start making up for it now.

Did you really think he was going to let you bask in the afterglow of your orgasm when he is still yet to finish? He gets an idea, though. He doesn’t want to cum inside. He wants to cum on you. More specifically – your face.

You’re yanked up onto your knees by your hair. He slaps your face once more, a little lighter than the previous times as he commands you to open wide. Open your pretty mouth for him. You do. And you’re practically salivating at the sight of his flushed, pink tip leaking more and more and more. He’s close. He’s getting wetter with each pump of his wrist along his lengthy shaft.

“Oh – fuck, fuuuuuck – open your mouth more. Wider, fucking wider.” he instructs. He grimaces down at you as you do as you’re told just in time. But it was all in vain anyway. Keigo had zero intention of cumming in your mouth. He wanted to decorate your face in his pearly white cum. And so, he did.

Gorgeous, he thinks.

He leaves you for a little and returns with a damp towel from your en-suite bathroom. You’re sniffling. Was it a bit too much after all? Was it more than you bargained for? Once your face is clean from his mess, he pulls you into his arms after you get under the duvet covers. His fingers lace through your hair, a simple show of affection he hopes will calm you down. And he can’t shower you in enough kisses either. He’s apologising profusely.

“I should have talked it over with you first.” he tells you.

“Next time.” you reply.

He squeezes you tighter as you giggle with each other. You’re a little overwhelmed right now. But there will most definitely be a next time.

You’ve moved apart from each other, lying on your respected sides of the bed as you decompress in your own ways. Keigo is enjoying a post-coitus cigarette, a habit you’ve argued he must stop soon. You, on the other hand, are scrolling through your phone. A few text messages have come through from the friend you enjoyed your coffee with today. It reminds you of a question you had to ask your lover.

“Why did you want to do that today?” you wonder.

“Huh?”

“The… The spanking and stuff. Why today?”

He chuckles lightly. Keigo leans over to stub his cigarette out in the ashtray on his bedside table. Your heart can do nought but melt as he turns over again, staring at you with the cheesiest grin on his face. You ask him ‘what’ over and over again. And still, he smiles.

“Get your purse.” he tells you. So, you get out of bed and venture downstairs to retrieve it without a second thought. You didn’t think it possible, but his smile is even wider when you return. You clamber back into bed by his side, awaiting more instructions. “Open it.”

You do. Your heart sinks when you see a plume of red fly out of your bag.

His feathers.

They seamlessly re-attach to his body and he bursts into a fit of laughter over the shocked expression plastered across your face. His laugh begins to die down when he realises you aren’t finding it funny, at all.

“W-What’s the matter?” he wonders. Sitting upright to give your words absolute focus.

“You’ve been spying on me?”

“What? No! It’s not like that baby,” he explains. Your body is rigid, he forces your form into his so he can hold you close. You can’t run away. You have to let him explain. “I’m not spying. I don’t care what you do, who you see or what you say.” he tries to reason. He’s such an idiot. How could he not see this coming? “I leave a few with you in case anything bad happens… Because then I’ll know where to fly to if I need to save you!”

“I-“

“NOT spying!”

“I-“

“I promise!”

“I-“

“Please, please say you understand.” he whispers. You look at him, and he does look sincere. “I think I’d die, like, my body would give up on me if anything bad happened to you.” he confesses. After today’s afternoon delight, you’d forgotten how sensitive he actually is. How protective he is. Of course, he wasn’t spying. You hope, anyway. You have to believe him. It doesn’t feel like you have a choice, now.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“… Yeah, okay.”

He promised.

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All The Ways Life Can Test You

Day Fourteen: Chikan | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Kento Nanami x f!Reader Genre: Smut Notes: Nanami would NEVER… but he can’t help himself 😓 Warnings: 18+, noncon, chikan, exhibitionism??, manipulation, pussy job, "just the tip", vaginal penetration, praise, creampie. Words: 1.5k

Nanami can’t stand public transport, particularly the subway. Although there are benefits, like you, for example. Your type. What is your type? Pretty. Young. A sweet face and a face filled with wanderlust. You’re hoping for better. Dreaming of better. You don’t like the subway either, do you? No. He can tell. How? All of the stress your carrying, of course. But you’re unaware that it’s more than that. Much more than that.

How long have you had that cursed spirit latched around your waist and lower back?

Part of him wants to leave you to deal with the pesky curse for the rest of your life. The way you’re bending, arching, holding your lower back. You’re doing anything to alleviate the pressure you’re feeling. Aren’t you? Poor, poor doll. He wonders where you picked up a nasty thing like that. You look like a good girl. He imagines you to be the type to be in higher education. University. Whether it be of your own accord or the insistence of your parents. But you’d never decline their wishes, would you? Nanami can see it. He can see it in the glimmer of your sticky, sweet, lip gloss. You’re a good girl.

He feels sorry for you. You’re desperate to sit down, but there isn’t a single seat free in the carriage you’re riding. Nanami sits, of course, with a news paper in his hands. A leg is crossed over one knee, and he peers over the top of the black and white printed paper like a letch. Should he help you? Will he help you? He’s a good man, and you’re a good girl. Again, he is a good man. He should help you. He has the power to dispel such a pathetic, weak levelled curse. Your back pain and abdominal cramps will be a thing of the past. And you’ll be so grateful to him, won’t you?

He recalls the last time he helped someone like this. He had no intention to do so, she wasn’t his type. But he did, anyway. And although it wasn’t for selfish desires – like this would be – it gave him a sense of self, a sense of pride, when the woman at the bakery was so thankful to him. He realised that thanks were enough, for some people. But it wouldn’t be enough from you. Would you give him a little extra thanks? Or would he have to take it by force?

Nanami stands to his feet. Instantaneously, his seat is stolen. He doesn’t mind. It isn’t much further to his stop.

He hopes the same is true for you.

You’re alarmed when you feel the taps of two strong fingers on your shoulder. You pause the alt-rock music playing on your phone, and turn your head upwards to see the assailant. He’s handsome, you think, albeit a little out of your age range. He looks like he could be a professor at your university. He’d teach something like English, you suspect. You wince in pain as you say hello. Tilting your neck from side to side and holding your lower back once again. It never works, but you hope it will trick your body and mind into thinking it’s helping.

“You look like you’re in pain.” Nanami tells you. You nod, agreeing with him. You are. You’ve been dealing with this pain for around three months now. The doctors gave you pain killers but they did no good. They suggest different stretches you can try, and still, it’s all useless. You fear you’ll be subjected to this pain for the rest of your days. “May I try something? Turn around.”

You aren’t normally one to do as a stranger tells you. But at this point, you’re willing to try anything. You slowly turn around. An elderly woman stares on at you, it’s a look of odd disapproval. She doesn’t know you. And you don’t know her. All you’re doing is turning around. What is her problem?

You don’t catch what the man actually does. But within seconds, he’s asking if you feel better. You wriggle and wrench your body in different ways. Holy fuck. You do. You actually do feel better! You aren’t sure what the hell he did, but you’ve never been so grateful in your life. You attempt to turn and face him, to thank him. But his hands grip into your waist; finger tips bruising into your skin brutally. He tells you that thanks won’t be necessary. He knows what he wants.

You’re frozen. Humiliated. The carriage is rammed and it’s impossible for anyone to clock what’s going on unless you scream, unless you beg and plead for help. You doubt anyone is going to look down to your hips and see that you’re being assaulted, directly in the eye of the public.

He wraps an arm around your torso; a skilful move, he’s holding you in place while he uses his free hand to free his cock from his smart, beige work pants. You weep when you feel his thick cock glide over your clothed folds. It’s demeaning. The way he nudges your lips open slightly each time he ruts his cock against you. He grins when he feels your wetness seep through your panties.

“This is much better than a thank you.”

Nanami slides your cotton panties to the side, eyes rolling back as he coats his member in your dripping slick. His hands are back to anchoring your waist, keeping you securely in place while uses you to give himself a pussy job. How could your body betray you like this? How disgusting could your anatomy be to self-lubricate at a time like this? Your eyes cross when his tip pokes at your throbbing clit. A moan gets stuck in your throat. When the blur leaves your vision – you notice she’s still staring at you. When your eyes find hers, the old woman quickly looks away. She knew this was going to happen. They must have the same commute. He must do this to other girls all of the time.

You feel your legs shake and your throat close. You’re trembling all over. It’s hard, but you’re forbidding yourself to cum. Fuck. You could have prevented this. Why did you have to wear a fucking skirt? Why didn’t you just get an uber across town? You yelp a little, but not loudly enough to draw attention, when he forces your body plush against his.

“I want to be in you… Just the tip, I promise… You don’t mind, do you?” he questions.

But before you can object, he’s already prodding the tip around your entrance. You shake your head, you cry. But you don’t speak – you can’t. The tip slides in, and your eyes roll over white. He stays like that while he masturbates himself. Does he really just want to empty his load inside of you? But of course, he soon gets tired of that. And it turns out, he’s a liar, as most men are. It’s not just the tip. It never is.

His hips rut, slow lazy strokes kiss your cervix. He’s grunting quietly in your ear. ‘You’re so good’ he tells you, ‘such a tight cunt’ is another. He’s moaning, still quiet enough to not draw attention. Although you are still crying and whimpering, you don’t make anything that could be considered close to a sound. But he’s getting faster, and faster, and you know he’s about to spill himself inside of you. At least you’re on the pill.

“You must be so grateful to me,” he huffs, “letting me use your pussy like this. I love generous women like you.”

And you are, letting him. Your knees buckle as you cum pathetically around him. He’s just as appreciative as you are that you aren’t causing a scene or making a boisterous amount of noise. It’s simple, silent. He floods your insides soon after. It must have been a while for him, because it really is a flood. You don’t think you’ve ever been this stuffed full of cum, ever.

He quickly pulls out, tucking himself back into his trousers. He discretely grabs the pillowy flesh of your ass cheeks and pulls them apart. Your pussy lips spread open, too. You’re mortified as his semen barrels down the inside of your thighs. There’s nothing in your backpack that you can use to clean it up. It’s just your stupid books for class and your laptop. Nanami is enamoured by the way his pearly white milk dribbles down your legs. He delights at your shuffles and squirming in discomfort. It’s only forcing more of him out of you.

He does you a kindness and returns your panties back to their rightful place. No more of his cum can drool out of you, but now your cotton underwear is webbed and sticky with the blonde man’s children. The train comes to a stop, and Nanami shuffles out away from you. Before he departs, he looks over his shoulder at you.

“If you ever find yourself in pain, again, stop by Jujutsu Tech.”

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No Room To Breathe

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Tomura Shigaraki x Dabi x cow hybrid f!Reader x mystery guest hehe

Genre: Smut Notes: If u read this and immediately ask for part four I will vomit pls give me a BREAK Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, foursome, pseudocest, use of nii-san, cow hybrid reader, lactation kink, creampie, pussyjob, vaginal penetration, accidental cock biting, nipple play, spit roast, cucking, praise, degradation, bullying, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, spanking, slight choking, possessiveness, jealousy, shig gives her an premature facial oop. She calls AFO her daddy. Words: 5.3k

As much as you’ve missed your daddy, and it’s nice knowing he’s home, he may as well still be on his business trip. He spends so many hours of the day cooped up in his office. And what’s worse, he doesn’t even let you in anymore. Gone are the days of you being his good pretty girl who he let sit on his cock as he worked. No, now, you are lonelier than ever and at the complete mercy of your elder brother, Tomura. He has been so worried about your father returning home from his trip. How could he live without consuming everything your perfect milky tits had to offer if you were stolen away?

Luckily for him, he doesn’t need to worry about it.

You aren’t sure why your ears prick whenever the elevator to your penthouse dings on your floor. It’s never for you, because you have no friends to speak of. It will only ever be a business associate of your daddy’s, or worse, a friend of Tomura’s.

Jin hasn’t been around for an awfully long time. It’s a little embarrassing to admit; but for some reason, you miss him. He is without a doubt the nicest one of Tomura’s friends. He is the only one who has ever tried to be kind to you. You wonder if he got cold feet about you. It seemed like he was into you passed the basic surface level his other friends were. Your face warms as you recollect the time he told you that your cow parts makes you beautiful.

Your door is ajar, listening in for whoever has decided to enter your home. As soon as he speaks, a familiar warmth rushes between your legs.

“Tomura? Where the fuck are you?”

It’s Touya.

Tomura is popular, but Touya is cool. Way too cool to be friends with your nerdy brother. You hate yourself for thinking it, but whenever thoughts of Touya enter your mind the only phrase you can conjure up to describe him is ‘fuck machine’. It’s very apparent that he has the most experience out of Tomura’s friendship group, and it was made even clearer by how he was with you when your father was away. He knew exactly what he was doing and how to touch you.

It still has your mind spiralling into the unknown whenever you relive it.

“Right here asshole,” your brother speaks scratchily as he assumedly reveals his presence to Touya. “What was so damn important that you couldn’t tell me over the phone?” he asks, a flare of irritation clear in his speech.

There is a silence, and you can’t gauge what is going on downstairs. But you find yourself leaning further out of your room, hoping to hear whatever is so important. What you are unable to see during the silence is Touya scanning his surroundings. He’s looking for something. Looking for you.

“Where’s milk jugs hidin’?” he asks, a serious tone. This is what you are now. What you’ve been reduced to thanks to your awful brother. Milk jugs. Fantastic. You hear the sound of a loud pat. You use your brain to decipher it was Tomura smacking Touya on his chest for speaking out of turn. It’s very unlike Tomura to defend your honour; but you find yourself smiling regardless. Who knew he had a soft spot for you after all?

“Watch it, Touya. My ugly sister and her milky tits are no concern of yours.” he answers. Well, there goes your soft spot theory. Touya laughs at that, he can’t help but loathe Tomura as he recalls what a reprehensible little freak he is. “Why are you asking, anyway? I hope you don’t think you can fuck her whenever you please.”

“Don’t get me wrong, if I want to fuck her cow cunt there’s nothing you could do to stop me, but that’s not what this is.” Touya tells him, cockily with an arrogant smile and sleepy eyes.

“Oh?”

“I made a new friend. Different school from us. A fucking hybrid.” Touya laughs as he announces what brought him to Tomura’s doorstep today. Shigaraki’s eyes light up at the prospect of another hybrid girl to sink his fat cock into. But unless he can milk their tits too, he doubts anyone will come close to you.

“What is she?”

“He, I’ll introduce you today. He’s waiting for us. But, uh, he wants to meet your sister.” Touya explains, hesitantly, knowing his friend is quick to temper and unsure how he will respond to the announcement.

“Fuck off, Touya. I don’t care about meeting a hybrid with a cock. Why did you think this was relevant?” Tomura queries. His eyes narrow as he considers what Touya has said to him for a moment, jumping to a new conclusion. “I hope you haven’t been promising my pussy to random people, Touya.”

“Nothin’ like that. He’s popular at his school, I heard. But he feels like an outcast because he’s the only hybrid. Ringing any bells?”

“Since when do you do anything out of the goodness of your heart, Touya. What’s in it for you?”

“You’re right. Drugs, first of all. He’s got a good hook up. Secondly, pussy. Rumour has it he’s drowning in girls and he’s a bit of a scumbag. And I’m not above taking sloppy seconds or even sharing. As long as my cocks wet, ‘m happy.”

“What does this—”

“Think about it. If we keep him happy, we will be happy. All the drugs and skirt we can sniff.”

Tomura thinks about everything for a minute before his face can change. He is almost like a hollow husk. If there’s anything he loves more than your cunt, it’s drugs. But he doesn’t think he loves anything more than those milky teats of yours. It’s more addictive than any drug he’s ever taken. But still, he isn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. A good supply of drugs and a sea of pussy for him to sail through. Touya is right. He’s thought about it. This is a fucking amazing idea.

“Hey, ugly!”

The use of your lifelong nickname has you trembling as you hear him yell up the stairs. You aren’t sure whether to run or hide. Two sets of heavy footsteps get louder and louder as they ascend the staircase and get closer to your room. Your daddy will be so mad, but you can’t find it in you to care as you run down the hallway and stand outside of his office. You beat your fists against the door, desperate for him to save you. He’s taking too long, too fucking long. And before you know it, they’re here. Touya looks so hot. You can smell his cologne from where you’re standing. He’s so dreamy and you hate it. A carnal look in his eye that tells you how bad he wants you and will have you. And that is regardless of whether you admit you feel the same. You do.

Just as your brother edges closer to grab your wrist, the office door to your daddy’s study swings open. He looks down at you furiously, softening only slightly when he sees those watery, doe eyes he adores so much.

“Daddy! Daddy, I—”

“I’ve just had to put a very important client on hold, you know. What was all the banging for?” he asks you, looking between you and Tomura. He doesn’t pay any mind to how roughly your brother is holding your wrist, too irritated with his business meeting being disturbed.

“He’s being- being mean! He’s tryna make me go, I don’t wanna go!” you sniffle and sputter as you try and speak coherently and convey your point clearly.

“Why don’t you want to go, sweetheart?”

“He’s mean! And he has m-mean friends! Calls me ugly and I don’t wanna—!”

“Touya and I made a new friend who really wants to meet her. You always say we should spend more time together, I don’t know why she’s being so difficult when I’m finally making the effort, father.” Tomura lies, smarmily. You could slap him for being so cocksure and God damn false. He’s a great actor, you’ll give him that. As much as your daddy loves you, his son, his heir, will always take priority.

“Go with your brother. It’s good for you both to spend some time together. Don’t be difficult for him,” he agrees. He’s won. Tomura has won. Your father fishes around in his inner breast pocket of his suit jacket. Finally, he pulls out his wallet, shoving a fat wad of cash in Tomura’s direction. “Here. She usually settles when you buy her something pretty. Behave, the pair of you. Have a good time.”

“But—”

The door shuts lightly in your face. You turn to see Tomura smiling evilly down at you. Touya is doing the same, but from a distance. Soon enough, you’re sandwiched between them as they drag you out of the hallway and down the stairs. It’s getting too much, being their little cum pet whenever they please. Doing whatever they want whenever they want. It’s taking a toll on your body and your mind. But what good will telling them do? They just don’t care.

“Tomura-nii? Where are we goin’?”

“Gonna meet Touya’s new friend.”

You found yourself in the same motel where Tomura demanded that you take his virginity. Tomura paces back and forth in front of the teeny, boxy television. He has never been patient. He’s eagerly awaiting the arrival of Touya’s new friend. You and Touya are sitting on the springy mattress together. His back is against the headboard, and he instructed that you sit on his lap. Tomura tried to object to it, of course, but Touya rarely listens to his blue-haired friend. Each time your nii-san tried to pull you away, Touya didn’t hesitate to kick him as a warning to keep his distance. Touya’s fingers tickled playfully on the bare flesh of your upper arm. He held his phone to his ear with his opposite hand, trying to get through to his new friend.

“Where the fuck is he? I’m gettin’ antsy.”

“Quit bitchin’. I told him the room number, he’ll be here.”

Touya tosses his phone aside, deciding he has no chance of getting an answer from whoever you’re all waiting for. His hands begin to explore your body, carefully, with purpose. The hand that he’d been using to tickle your arm is now firmly holding the back of your head in place. He sticks his tongue out and tilts his head, wanting to use the wet pink muscle to explore the inside of your mouth. The fingers on his free hand softly graze down from your neck, to your collarbone, to your pebbled nipples. You wish you’d been wearing a bra before they decided to drag you here. You moan into his mouth as the pads of his fingers swipe over your raised nipples.

“Oh? Like that, babe? So sensitive…” he teases, smiling against your lips as he talks.

“Stop touching her or I’ll kill you.”

“Bite me, incel.” he hisses as he breaks away from you to talk to your brother. “In fact, eat shit. She loves it when I touch her. Don’t you baby? Tell your nii-san you like it when I touch your naughty parts.”

“I—”

“Even think it and I’ll rip your disgusting tail off your ass.” Tomura warns.

Touya cackles raucously as he rolls you onto your back. He seems unable to hold back anymore, grinding his jean clad crotch into your panty covered mound. He lords above you so that he can watch your face change with each rut of his hips. Soon, he buries his head into your neck and begins to suck. You can’t help but look over to your nii-san, furious red rubies glowering at you with utter hatred. You can barely focus on Touya as all of your concentration goes to Tomura silently vowing to make you pay for this.

You jolt, at the sound of knocking on the door.

“It’s open!” Shigaraki rasps.

Touya can’t pull himself away from you to greet his friend. It’s fine, he thinks, he’ll be able to see you for what you are. A whore. Stupid cow whore. He enters, the pearliest white smile you’ve ever seen. A look of confidence and pride dripping from his head to his toes. His appearance falters a little when he sees what is happening in the room with clarity. What the fuck has he just walked into?

“What’s your name?” Tomura demands to know, and you’re glad, because your interest is piqued too.

“Keigo, Takami. What’s, uh, fuck. Touya?” he stutters as he waits for the raven-haired man humping you to welcome him into the room. He rolls off you, letting him get a good eyeful of you. He smiles, looking at each and every cow part he can possibly see on your body. And you even wear a little bell! Could you be any more adorable?

“Show her, Keigo.”

The blonde hands Tomura a carrier bag filled with cans of beer and baggies of weed and rollies. He unzips his jacket, tossing it aside quickly. He makes quick work of his black t-shirt too, instantly pulling it over his head and revealing his sculpted body. You gasp, taken aback as a huge wingspan of red darts out from his sides, revealing what he really is. Plumes of crimson fall from him, decorating the motel room floor.

“O-Oh. You’re like… you’re like m-me?” you question, almost afraid to speak without being told to. He nods, getting closer to you. He drops down and rests on the balls of his feet as he stares into your eyes and carefully brushes your hair out of your face.

“Just like you, angel.” he smiles. “I wanna try the pretty cow pussy I’ve been hearin’ so much about.”

Touya was captivated as he watched Keigo soar through the skies on his way home from a drug pick up one evening. He landed, confidently, flirting with some girls who had obviously been waiting for him and admiring his flight pattern. They were fawning over him like he was from a boyband. Once he waved the girls goodbye, his eyes found Touya’s. His demeanour had changed when he was alone. It was fleeting, but Touya picked up on it immediately. He tried to walk away, hiding himself from Touya, but the black-haired menace had other plans.

“Hey.” he called to him. And he was actually a little surprised that he turned to face him. He held his joint up to Keigo. Fuck it, Keigo thought. He sat on a nearby bench, holding his fingers up to Touya ready to accept it from him. He took a puff, coughing and choking and pulling an utterly disgusted face at what he’d just inhaled.

“This is shit.” he told him.

“Oh. I suppose a pretty boy like you can get better?”

“I can, actually.” Keigo sniped back.

Touya sat beside him, taking the joint back to smoke himself. He leaned backwards into the bench, looking up to the sky above. Keigo’s body language was a little different. It was obvious his guard was up. He was judging a book by it’s cover as he thought about what predicament he’d gotten himself into with Touya. Cheap weed probably wasn’t helping his case. But he took one look at his tattoos and his scars, and considered him a scummy, poor delinquent. He would never have guessed he too, was a member of high society.

“My father is Enji Todoroki.” Touya announced as he smoked. Keigo’s eyes bulged as he rotated his body to face Touya, mouth ajar in surprise.

“You’re shittin’ me?”

“Don’t wanna talk about him. Just told you so you stop bein’ scared of me.” he informed him. Keigo nodded, accepting his words. “I wanna know about you.”

“What about me, hah?”

Touya laughed, shaking his head as he passed the joint back to Keigo. As much as he couldn’t stand how shit the quality was, it was the first time he’d felt he was in tolerable company in a long fucking time.

“Don’t see many of your kind in the city, s’all. Hybrids, I mean.”

“So?” Keigo answered, defensively. Touya raised a casual eyebrow at him, hoping to incentivise him to continue. He huffed, smoking some more and spreading his legs wider as he got comfier on the bench. “Never met another hybrid. My own parents aren’t even… Whatever. Gets a little lonely, though. But I’ve never gotten any shit for it.”

“I know one.”

“Yeah?”

“Take it you like girls? After that little show you put on for ‘em. You fuck a lot?” Touya asked. Keigo nodded.

“More than most, probably. Feels less lonely to be balls deep in pussy.” he joked, Touya nodded in agreement. He knows that feeling all too well. Who would have thought he’d have so much in common with a hybrid?

“My, uh, friend. He’s adopted. He’s got an adopted little sister, too. She’s a cow hybrid.” Touya explained. Keigo raised his eyebrow in question as he passed the blunt back to Touya. He nodded as he inhaled. “He hates her, for some reason. But he fucks her. Real sick fuck.”

“Christ. That’s a little—”

“He shares her though.” Touya interrupted. “Chicks are holes, ‘n she’s no different. But him sharing his own sister is… fucked. But, uh, hah, it won’t stop me from givin’ her one.” Touya laughed at his admission. Maybe he is a sick fuck, too.

“So, you’ve fucked her?”

“Nah. I will, though. He thinks she’s a freak but… the hybrid thing it really… you know. Gets me goin’. More than regular pussy, makes me hard as a rock when I see her little tail swish and her ears flicker.”

“Why are you telling me?” Keigo wondered. Shaking Touya out of his fantasies of fucking you and keeping you all to himself.

“Oh, shit.” he giggled, puffing once more on his blunt. “Feel sorry for you, I guess. But I can… I’ll introduce you. If you wanna meet another hybrid. She’s nice… sweet.”

“I don’t know… It’s kinda…”

“Trust me,” he puffed, “You won’t believe the cool shit she does with her tits.”

The three men knew what was about to happen, but Tomura had zero intention of sharing you with new meat. The second the notion of him trying out your pussy left his mouth, Tomura got defensive. He made it very clear that Keigo wasn’t to touch you. He’d have to earn that right.

Tomura didn’t mind letting Touya touch you so that you’d get in the mood quicker. As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn’t deny that Touya had a million times more experience than he could ever hope to. Of course he’d be able to get you ready for them better. He pulled your panties down from under your skirt before pulling your back against his chest. You straddled him, your pussy lips hugging his fat veiny cock as he encouraged you to hump him. You looked so pathetic and desperate as his fat tip nudged your clit again and again. You angled your head backwards so that you could kiss him, sensually, too.

Your nii-san didn’t like it. Not one bit. But despite that, he couldn’t help but palm himself through his jeans. Keigo glanced over to him, cringing at how perfectly Touya had described him the prior evening. Real sick fuck.

“Move!” Tomura demanded. And for once, Touya obliged. He began chatting with Keigo as he opened a can of beer for himself. He watched Keigo do his best to roll a joint for all of you to share. The pair of them laughed as he tried and failed to do it. It was annoying Tomura, putting him off his rhythm. You did your best to keep your complaints to yourself as he roughly fucked into you and squeezed your nipples.

“O-Ow! Tomura-nii! Too rough!” you tell him. “Ah—!”

“Shut your fucking mouth. Take what your nii-san gives you and be grateful.” he insists. His frustration grows and grows as he gets closer to his high, knowing you haven’t came yet and you won’t be able to leak milk until you do. He squeezes and squeezes to no avail, blood vessels stabbing across the whites of his eyes as he becomes more enraged. “You’re a stupid, ugly little cunt. What’s wrong with your tits?”

“Fuckin’ incel,” Touya huffs. He keeps the joint latched between his lips as he gets closer to you. He tilts his head at Keigo in your direction. He kicks Tomura harshly enough that he rolls dramatically off the bed. Keigo holds you bridal style in his arms as he waits for Touya to deal with your nii-san. He looks down at you like you’re the first woman he’s ever seen. You’re so pretty and so adorable. Touya was right. You’re sweet.

“What the fuck are you doing, Touya? And you, get the fuck off her!” Tomura yells. Touya kicks him in the chest, forcing him further into the ground.

“You’ll get your milk, freak. We’re gonna show you how it’s done because you’re a fucking useless virgin. Don’t try and fight about it, either. Keigo is a meat-headed jock and you know I’ll kick your ass in a fight any day of the week.” Touya tells him. Tomura huffs his hair out of his face as he helps himself up. He leans against the dressing table, teasing himself, he’s smart enough to know he’s met his match. “That’s it, tug yourself off while we fuck your sister. A day in the life of Tomura Shigaraki.” Touya torments. Keigo snickers before settling you down on the bed. Touya moves you so that you’re on all fours.

“Finally getting what you want,” Keigo reminds him. Touya nods.

“Fuck her throat while I ruin her pretty pussy,” he leans down so that his mouth is level with your flickering ears, “’m gonna breed you nice ‘n full baby. Been dyin’ to cream this cute little cow cunt.” he tells you. He holds the globes of your ass as he spreads them apart. The sticky sound of your pussy parting rushes straight to his shaft. “Mmmpf, pretty baby. So cute ‘n tight.”

Keigo taps the tip of his member against your lips, leaving you no choice but to open wide for him. He grunts showing no restraint as shoves himself down your throat as far as he can. He grinds himself slowly inside of you, admiring how your eyelashes flutter and do all they can to bat away the tears welling on your water line. So gorgeous. Where’ve you been all of his life?

Touya sinks into your pink cunt inch by agonising inch. Keigo snickers as he watches Touya’s eyes roll over white. He laughs, too, because he knows how fucking pussy whipped he must look right about now. He’s been waiting so damn long. As if you couldn’t feel any more humiliated, with each snap of Touya’s hips against yours, the bell around your neck began to ring.

“Oh-ho-ho fuuuuuck! You’re kidding me…” Keigo laughs as he throws his head back in ecstasy. “The bell! Oh my God. That is fucking adorable, sweetheart.” you yelp, accidentally biting into his cock as Touya yanks your tail for leverage. “Hey, hey. Watch it baby, ‘m sensitive y’know?”

Touya slaps your ass hard enough that you know there will be an ugly red handprint blooming as you think. Your tears spill over, and he tugs harder on your tail.

“Be a good little cocksucker, no bitin’ it.”

“She’s bein’ so good for me. Such a hot little mouth, takin’ me so well…” Keigo praises you. The conflict in speech from the two has your head spinning. Keigo being so kind to you is somewhat reminiscent of Jin. But you’re not stupid enough to think you’ll be any less emotionally traumatised from this encounter as opposed to the rest. Keigo pulls his cock out of your mouth so that he can kiss you. He bends over, jerking himself off as your lips lock heatedly. It’s wet, disgusting. So much tongue and you’re drunk from it. As much as you’d like to say you hate it, you can’t. Touya could expose the lie in an instant, because he can feel your walls clamping and slick gushing from you.

“Baby, baby, pretty baby.” Touya starts. You turn back and stand on your knees so that you can do your best to face him. Keigo takes the opportunity to worship your body. Kissing down your neck and suckling on your breasts. His fingers rub circles into your clit while Touya carries on pounding into your g-spot. “Y’know how your nii-san isn’t your real nii-san?” he asks.

“Touya.” Tomura speaks. Your eyes snap to him, fearful for what is to come next.

“Shut it.” he snips at his friend, “How about you call me nii-san, hm? Gon on, baby. Call me Touya-nii.”

“Dude…” Keigo sighs, pulling away to look at him. But it goes ignored by Touya, who is layering kiss after kiss into your exposed shoulder.

“Try it. One little Touya-nii, go on.”

“T-Touya… T-Touya… nii…” you struggle for breath. A combination of the overwhelming pleasure as well as the reluctance to do as your told interweaves with your speech.

“Fuuuuuck. Tha’s a good girl, fuck. Again. Tell Touya-nii how much you love his cock.”

“S-So good. Love Touya-nii fucking me, l-like this. ‘m so close. Love Touya-nii’s big- big cock!” you moan, overstimulated from the two men pleasuring you at once.

“Yeah? Good fuckin’ girl. Keep goin’. Wanna cream on nii-san’s cock, don’tcha?”

“Y-Yes! ‘m gonna- gonna cum soon. Touya-nii ‘m gonna cum! Can I?”

“Suck Keigo off again,” he demands, shoving you back onto your hands so that Keigo can insert himself between your sticky, swollen lips once again. “You’re so disgusting. Wanting to get fucked by your own brother, huh? Sick little bitch.” he torments. You hum around Keigo’s cock, earning a hearty grunt from the blonde. From the sounds of things, he isn’t gonna last long, either.

“Her mouth is fucking insane.” Keigo explains, wiping away the sweat from his hairline with the back of his hand. “Next time I’ll breed your little pussy, angel. Gonna make some lil’ flyin’ cow babies with ya.” he laughs, almost as if he’s joking. But unfortunately for you, he is more serious than he can admit right now. Touya slaps your ass, grinning at your real nii-san. He is positively seething and it’s all because he knows there isn’t a single God damn thing he can do.

“Ah baby, baby. It’s okay though, promise. Touya-nii is gonna take real good care of his nasty little sister.”

“mm hmmumm!” you murmur around Keigo’s cock. It’s enough to have him spilling down your throat. You can barely breathe as he holds your head down against his abdomen with the full length of his cock rammed down your throat.

“Go on, cum. Cum for nii-san.”

You’d be screaming if you weren’t harbouring Keigo’s shaft in your windpipe. You clenched and clung embarrassingly to Touya’s cock. And he couldn’t help shooting his sticky seed into your gummy walls. He fucked you until he had nothing left. Until he was completely soft and drained from pleasuring your greedy cow cunt.

“Surprised you managed to edge yourself this long, Shig.” Touya grins, earning a scowl from your nii-san. “She’s all yours.” he informs him, flopping backwards onto the bed and sharing the rest of his joint with Keigo as they wait for the ‘grand’ finale.

They burst into hysterics as Tomura rushes over to you, eager to follow Keigo’s lead and coat your throat with his sperm. But true to his insulting nickname from Touya, he can’t last a second longer. Spurting his searing cum all over your innocent face. Poor thing.

“Fuck!” Tomura yells, forcing you to stand on your knees with an iron tight grip of your throat. He begins tweaking and twisting your nipples brutally as he awaits the sweet release he’s been craving the entire time. “Touya, make her do it. Fucking make her do it!” he yells.

“Useless.” he replies. He pulls you back against himself again. He’s on his knees, too, but you’re standing a little taller than him. Your ass sitting comfortably on his cock as he tenderly massages your breasts. “Close, baby?”

“Mhmmn!” you tell him, “Oh, ah—!” you moan. He pulls your arm behind his neck so that your hand settles nicely on his shoulder, he can access your nipple perfectly from this angle. As much as he hates to admit he has something so freakish in common with Tomura, he can’t deny that he simply cannot get enough of your milky release. Tomura climbs onto the bed to join you, but Keigo kicks him away in a similar fashion to Touya so he can try first.

He stands, waiting, patiently. They suckle and slurp on your tender tits, making you moan and writhe petulantly. You just can’t take it anymore.

“Did so good for us, didn’t she Kei?” Touya asks his friend. The blonde kisses you again, so messily you think you might be able to get drunk from his lips alone.

“So perfect baby, ‘n your tits are so tasty.” he compliments you.

Tomura shoves Keigo away, finally it’s his turn. He sucks on your tits; only to be greeted to a horrifying discovery. You’re dry. Those selfish fuckers milked you dry!

“There’s none left, Touya, make her do it again!” he commands. But Touya shakes his head.

“Nah. We’ve had our fun, do it yourself.” he laughs, passing the blunt to Keigo.

“FUCK!” Tomura yells, pulling you by your wrist into the bathroom. He tells you furiously to wipe his cum from your face and get your fucking clothes on. You do, everything he says, as quick as you can. The two boys on the bed wave goodbye to you sweetly, and you’re a fool for waving back just as nicely. Are you trying to make your nii-san even angrier with you?

He drags you out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He doesn’t say a word as his fingers bruise into your wrist. Not a single sentence uttered as he drags you through the lobby and out to his car. He can’t even stand to look at you, honestly. But you can’t stop staring at him. Urging him, willing him to say something. Anything.

“You are a filthy whore. I fucking hate you.”

“B-But, Tomu—”

“’m gonna tell dad.”

“No! No, please don’t do that!” you beg, panicking at the thought of infuriating your daddy or making him think you’ve betrayed him.

“You are my ugly cow cunt to fuck with. No one else’s. Got it?”

“Y-Yes, but, Tomura-nii… you are the one—”

“You need to stop being such an easy slut. If I say someone can’t touch you, they don’t touch you. Don’t fucking defy me.”

It’s completely lost on him that he is the one who let things get to this point. In hindsight, you were happier letting him hate you and call you names. Things have only gotten worse between you since he showed a special interest in you. And he is the one who keeps deciding to share you with his friends! He was too much of a chicken to stand up to Touya and Keigo. So now, he expects you to do it. As if he isn’t the one who put you in this situation in the first place. But, what can you do? He’ll never listen to you. He’ll never respect you. He’ll never like you. All you can do now, is take it.

“I… won’t let it happen again, nii-san.”

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You Deserve Roses and You Know This

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: Based on a very sad dream I had! Also this is part of @izuukii's flowers collab. Sorry it's so late, but thank you for letting me participate! 💕 Warnings: 18+, dubcon, vaginal sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), nipple play, dacryphilia, pregnancy, abortion ideation, miscarriage, depression, adultery, breeding, creampie, smoking mention. Words: 4.1k

“Is it true? Did talking to Megumi make you cry today?” Toji asks you, peeling down your bra strap before sensually decorating your exposed shoulder in delicate kisses.

He didn’t notice, but as soon as the question left his tongue you had instinctively become dead behind the eyes. It was true. You’re an adult, and yet you were brought to tears by his seven-year-old son. It wasn’t that he said anything callous, quite the opposite, really. Earlier that day, Megumi had been sitting playing in your front room. You were babysitting, as you often did, while Toji and his wife were working. Your eyes hold shut as you remember his wife; his beautiful and kind wife while he continues littering your skin in adoration. You shouldn’t be doing this, but you can’t stop now.

Green sparkling eyes looked up from innocent children’s toys to pose you a question – “Why do you hate me?” he asked, genuinely. It was like a knife through your chest. You didn’t hate him. You could never hate him, Toji being partly responsible for his existence is enough reason to adore him with everything you have.

You just wish he was yours.

Toji is patient when he gets his time with you. It’s rare, after all, and he wants to make the most of it. Two large palms settle on your breasts, the straps are down but your bra is still firmly in place. He massages your flesh over the material, lips traversing the expanse of your body until he reaches your pulse point. He licks, slowly, hot eager breath contrasting your own temperature and making you shudder. This, he notices, pulling your back even closer into his chest. His left hand slowly yet forcefully moves up and down your adjacent arm, desperate to dispel the goosebumps that have formed on your skin. He suckles and licks on your ear lobe before nibbling it softly between his teeth. His breathing changes, his mouth level with your ear, he’s going to speak.

“Baby… what were you talking about?” he sighs, an even more chill inducing breath warms the shell of your ear. He pecks against it, the sound of tactile lips puckering slithers directly through your ear canal. You moan, unintentionally, and back further into your temporary lover. He holds your breasts once more; stabilising you, if only a little, as you begin to grind your core against his crotch.

“I- I can’t, Toji—”

Your attention is fixated on him as his hand encases half of your face and turns you to face him. But you both find yourselves closing your eyes as he places a kiss against your lips. It’s slow, yet heated, and you feel him smile into you when he hears you moan into his mouth pathetically. You’re well and truly at his mercy, though you aren’t embarrassed. How else should one act and behave around the love of their life?

“You can and you will,” he explains, biting your lip as he parts from the kiss. A singular string of saliva keeps you connected for a second before snapping. “you can’t have secrets with my son darlin’, you just can’t. So tell me, what were you talkin’ to him about?”

You gulp, nerves overcoming you like never before. Your eyes flutter shut yet again as he diverts his attention from your eyes to your body. The skin behind your ear is the next subject of his eroticism. And yet, he has the gall to chastise you for enjoying it. With one more repetition of tell me you realise you can’t stall anymore. Out of options. And you can’t lie.

“R-Rocco, ah—!”

“How does Megumi know about Rocco?”

“I- I told… him…”

He hikes your leg up so that you’re sitting on his lap like a little girl. The kissing has stopped and the touches have halted. Toji isn’t patient except with you. He’s never looked as furious as he does now, with you. Brows scrunched and the glimmer in his eye you love so much has ceased to exist. His scar looks as raw as it did the day he got it. A non-existent armour made you believe he wouldn’t mind you talking to his son about such a sensitive subject matter, but apparently it is not to be discussed under any terms.

“Don’t you ever talk to my son about Rocco again. D’ya hear me? Never.” he forbids, his eyes seem to soften ever so slightly when he spots that you can’t prevent the way your lip begins to wobble. “If you really wanna talk about Rocco, talk to me. Yeah? No one else, just me.”

“Y-You don’t let me—” you start, your thought isn’t completed. Thoughts are rattled from your mind as he begins manoeuvring you so that your back is flat against the mattress, jade green eyes boring into your very soul as he hovers above you. His arms dip behind your back, finally unhooking your bra and baring your chest to him.

Beautiful, he thinks.

“I’m letting you now.” he explains, his head resting on your chest, looking up with intent behind his salacious stare. He latches onto one of your protruding nipples, taking it between his cracked lips. He sucks and pecks, and it’s almost lazy, but you know it’s with purpose. It’s driving you wild, you can’t help but wriggle helplessly beneath him, desperate to gain some relief on your eager heat.

He pins one of your legs down, stopping you from continuing your movements. It’s torture, you think, he’s expecting you to broach such a heavy subject matter while you’re so desperate for his touch.

“C’mon sweetheart… talk about Rocco,” he commands. You can’t. Tears stream down your face as you do your best to experience Toji whilst thinking back to the past. Your mind spins and you feel as if you can’t breathe. He releases your nipple with an accentuated pop as he smirks up at you. “I remember how scared you were to tell me… when you realised—”

“Fuck, Toji.” you croon, a mischievous finger slithered down your abdomen down the length of your clothed slit. Feather light touches against your clit and your entrance forced your hips to buck upwards carelessly. He snickered, repeating the action again and again. “I- I remember.” you stutter.

You’d only been dating for thirteen weeks. He was yours before his wife entered the fray, before you had to battle for his time and attention. Nerves got the better of you, the thought of admitting to yourself what you already knew made you nauseous beyond any description.

Your period was late.

It was something you didn’t want to acknowledge, let alone inform Toji of. It had been so little time since you began dating. You thought he’d leave you, run away and never look back. So, there was only one thing for it. An abortion. You couldn’t keep the baby if you wanted to keep him. It was your only option. You were stressed, manic, exhausted. But at least you’d have Toji – that was all you cared about.

“You were so scared to tell me, weren’t ya?” he asks, hooking a finger beneath your panties before settling it in your inner thigh crease. He plunges a finger inside of you, chuckling when more obscenities fly from your mouth as your head falls backwards into the plush pillows. One of your hand grips the sheets below, whilst your other almost tears his hair from the roots. So little attention, and yet such a big reaction from you. “Thought so little of me, baby, ‘m sorry.” he finishes, adding a second finger to your scorching heat. It's almost as if the air in your lungs has frozen, weighing you down. It’s preventing you from speaking. From breathing. Even thinking.

It was confirmed when you finally took the plunge and decided to do a pregnancy test. Big, black, bold text told you the answer and where your future was heading. Motherhood, for certain. But you knew you had to take care of it before Toji became suspicious. It was something you didn’t even want him to know you were going through. Everything with him was perfect, it wasn’t something you wanted to ruin over something you believed could be easily taken care of.

So… why were you crying every day?

That’s what he asked you. You hadn’t been yourself, and that is what gave you away. Jokes he told that you found funny didn’t seem so funny anymore. The way he traced his fingers up and down your arms made you defensive, and paranoid. You didn’t want him to touch you in case he somehow sensed it in his fingertips. If he felt you he might just know that you’re carrying his child and he’ll skip out on you.

It all came to a head one day after you finished throwing up. You couldn’t keep your cries silent. Your body was betraying you, you felt hurt in ways you never had before and it was becoming impossible to keep it all to yourself. You didn’t dare tell a soul for fear of Toji finding out through the grapevine. But enough was enough, he thought.

“You need to tell me what’s going on with you.” he told you, but you shook your head.

“I can’t Toji, please. Trust me, I can’t.” you explained, “It’s fine… I will ruin everything if I tell you so… so I’m… I’m taking care of it—”

“Cut that shit out right now. This has been going on a fuckin’ while and I can’t stand to see you like this,” he responded, moving his head as you moved yours. You were trying to avoid his piercing glare, but he wouldn’t let you. He couldn’t. He’d never of forgiven himself if you carried on like that, unable to share your woes, and did something you might regret. “Trust me, I’m beggin’ you to trust me, baby.”

He forced you to sit down, and face him. He wiped away your tears with his thumbs and kept all of his attention focused on you as he watched you calm yourself down. Tear filled breaths that clogged your lungs fizzled into shaky exhales the longer you held eye contact with Toji. He wasn’t going anywhere, for now. If you explain you can tell him your plans. Maybe he’d support you if he knew you planned on freeing you both of the burden of parenthood, you hoped.

“I… I’m, uh—”

“Yeah? C’mon sweetheart, doin’ so good f’me just use your words.” he spoke, doing his best to tempt the truth out of you. With one final swallow of terror and closing your eyes for a moment to think, you finally found the courage to confess.

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted out quickly. “but it’s okay I’m gonna get rid of it. Okay?” you fumbled out words quicker than you could think. You just wanted him to know that there was no way you’d be keeping the baby. He was what you needed, not a kid. “Please, I promise I’m going to get rid of it, this is why I didn’t want to tell you. D-Don’t leave me, p-please. You are more important to me than a baby, I just want you. I—”

Your rambling was stifled as Toji pressed a finger to your lips. He kissed you on your forehead, a warm smile filled his features. Instantly, you were relived. It meant that your idea of an abortion was enough to convince him to stand by you. There was no reason to worry yourself sick like that, he was going to support you through it all.

“You don’t have to get rid of our baby,” he smiled.

“W-What?”

“In fact, I don’t want you to do that at all.” he warmly spoke, pulling your body into his and forcing his head between the valley of your breasts. It wasn’t sexual, it was just a comfort to him to hear your heartbeat. “Maybe… we could start our own little family, huh?”

Tears roll down your eyes as you reminisce on it all whilst Toji adds his flat tongue to the equation of his fingers in your cunt. It’s all so romantic and wonderful and intense. You don’t think you’ve ever been happier than you were in that moment. The moment you knew he really would stand by you through anything at all. And despite your assumption, he was excited to become a father. He was excited to have a baby with you.

“I love you, Toji.” you speak, softly, unsure if it was even loud enough for him to hear. Oh, but he did. He doesn’t want to stop lapping at your swollen clit, knowing it’s exactly where you need the most attention right now. But a particularly harsh suckle and pop of the bead is a silent acknowledgement, he promises he heard you. “Gonna… gonna cum. T-Toji—”

“No no, baby, not yet,” he instructs. He removes his fingers from your hole, delicately rubbing them over your sensitive bundle of nerves instead. It’s slow and tormenting, but he doesn’t want you to cum like this. “I was so happy when we found out we were havin’ a little boy, y’know? So damn happy princess.”

You remember it well. Your emotions were running high and you had the ability to blame your hormones when you discovered the gender of your unborn child. But you couldn’t quite believe it when you looked over to see Toji’s eyes, eyes that are normally so strict and stern, glossy with tears on his lash line. He couldn’t help it, he claimed.

“Look what we made.” he pointed, the scan revealing perfectly what a handsome little boy you’d made together.

And later that day, he took you shopping. Money was no object. That is what you both decided. Neither of you could believe how much stuff you ended up buying. Paints for the nursery. A crib. Other necessary pieces of furniture. Toys. Clothes. Everything you thought you needed, you bought. You were both first time parents and completely clueless. So, if a shop assistant recommended it, you bought it.

You spent so much time together painting the walls of your baby’s new room. Toji was very irritable when you kept asking what to do and how to help. The paint wasn't going on as nicely as he hoped and his temper flared, it was extremely evident in his face. What do you do when you see an angry bear? Poke it with a stick. Or in this case, flick paint from the end of your brush at him. When he noticed what you had done and he turned to face you, you swear you could read murder on his mind. But when you began to laugh, he couldn’t help the laugh that snuck out of him.

There was more paint on the two of you than on the walls by the end of it.

“That was the day we decided to call him Rocco…” Toji mused.

He began to kiss up towards your naval and back to your neck. Your fingers laced through his hair as you begged for him to deliver the same salvation he was offering your body to your lips as well. He complied, slow patience had dwindled as your tongues found each other. It was wet, heated, sloppy. You felt yourself drooling out of the corners of your mouth, Toji Fushiguro is just so intoxicating. A drug you can’t quit though you know you should.

He’s all you have.

He doesn’t break the kiss from you, though his hand eventually meets his heavy, wanting cock. He guides it to your desperate entrance, lining it up perfectly before slotting himself inside. His hips roll, bullying his cock into you inch by agonising inch until your lip begins to quiver. He hushes you, though.

You both know you want it.

“I’m s-so – fuck – I’m so sorry, baby. I am so—”

“P-Please, pleaaaase stop.” you beg. He doesn’t. You are the one who wanted to talk about it. So desperate to talk about it that you went to a seven-year-old boy to discuss it. His son. “N-No more, I can’t—”

“It was the worst day of my life, too, I promise you that darlin’.” he mumbles in your ear. The thrum of his words rushes straight to your cunt, and you clench so hard around his cock you think he might have to stay there forever.

You don’t think you’ve ever been as embarrassed as you were when you came home from the hospital. Your pristine white maxi dressed, stained in bright red blood by your crotch. The atmosphere in your house was foul. Two solemn adults who had lost everything in a few menial hours. Hollowness filled you, not a single emotion ran through you until you heard Toji a few rooms away. You sat on the sofa, turned on the TV and pretended it wasn’t happening. But you could hear Toji loud and clear.

He was in the nursery.

That was the first and only time you’ve ever heard him cry. A loud thud vibrated through you and you knew he had collapsed to the ground. Melancholy overtook him as his new reality was setting in. Your little boy was no more. No fault of your own, apparently, everyone made sure to repeat that enough times for it to really take root in the depths of your brain.

It didn’t help at all.

You couldn’t bring yourself to check on Toji. That would mean going into Rocco’s room and facing the truth yourself. So, you waited. You waited hours for him to finally come out. He came to see you, resting on the balls of his feet in front of the sofa where you sat. Fresh tears replaced old ones as he noticed the drying blood on your dress.

“H-How about a bath, huh?” he suggested.

You don’t remember saying yes, or nodding. But somehow, you found yourself naked and submerged in a bubble bath. It was like you had left your own body as he did his best to clean you. You could hear him sniffling. He was desperate to talk about it with you, all he wanted was for you to help each other cope. But you couldn’t. So, he did his best to lock it away too.

It was as if you had returned to yourself when Toji took a break from washing your hair to wipe more tears from his eyes. A soft mumbling of ‘Oh, Godddddd…’ trailed from his lips as he tried to pull himself together. And finally, your lip began to jut out helplessly. Your eyes scrunched, and the tears began to flow. You were staring at your bloody dress, and listening to him try and hold it together. It was all equating to too much.

It was real, now.

“Our… baby—” you cut yourself off with a wail, Toji pulled you into his hold and sobbed into your sodden locks.

He hissed with each thrust inside of your gummy walls. A perfect home for him in the form of your bodies fitting together like perfect puzzle pieces. He doesn’t feel like this with his wife, only you. He couldn’t stay away, he’d never be able to do that.

He loves you.

Fuck, he loves you.

“’m not good enough… I’ve never been—”

“Stop it, baby. You are enough, I promise.” he tells you through gritted teeth. It’s getting harder and harder to have a normal conversation while he is fucking you so intimately. Every ounce of his love poured into every devastating thrust.

He loves you.

“Wasn’t good enough for you, or our- our baby.”

“Stop it darlin’. Please stop. I- I need—”

“I can’t live like this-!” you cry out. His hand covers your mouth entirely as his mind tries to process what he needs to say to you. Christ. What does he need to say to you? Everything and nothing all at once. He thinks he should start with I love you. But is he prepared to open that can of worms?

“I need… you. I’m gonna leave her, yeah? My wife. Let’s… try again. Me and you, hah? I won’t pull out this time, let me… let me—”

“Tojiiiii—”

“You’re good enough, baby, more than good enough. I’ll cum inside and we can try again. I need to, I need to.”

Your tears stream endlessly but silently. Is this really what you want? Do you want him to break up his family to satiate your unfulfilled desires? It doesn’t matter. You find yourself nodding anyway. Perhaps it will dull the ache inside of you. It could be the plaster to cover to puncture wound in your aching heart; it’s been bleeding since that day.

Toes begin to curl as he continuously batters the spongy centre that spells your eventual undoing with his fat cock head. He isn’t doing much better. Nobody and nothing will compare to the rush and the high he feels as when your precious cunt swallows him again and again.

“Gonna- cum, with me. Please, baby. Cum with me now.” Toji pants.

Your lips are on his again, both of you focusing on your impending climaxes. The way you break away to moan momentarily before smothering each other in kisses yet again is such a lewd, romantic, high that you can’t get enough of. He pounds you perfectly and it’s an arrangement neither of you have been able to let go of after all of these years.

“Oh God, I’m cumming- cumming baby…” he alerts you. You’re practically choking on your own orgasm as it swims through you. Nails dig into his back as you try and hold onto the feeling for as long as you can. He fills you with his warmth, heaving like a desperate animal while he breeds you to the brim.

What have you done?

Time wasn’t a healer for either of you. The days got harder and harder and you couldn’t even stomach looking at him. Each time you looked at him, you saw what could have been. What should have been. The father of your son. The man who was going to teach him everything he knew and help your little boy cause all kinds of mischief for you.

The man you thought could keep you both safe.

That’s how he found himself married to a woman he would never love as much as he loved you. There was a drift, it was aggressive and painful, yet necessary. But you found yourself brought back together a few years after Megumi was born. You were practically an aunt to his son. A second mother, even. A sordid little secret.

You don’t hate Megumi, you just wish he was yours.

The pair of you got changed after he had his post fuck cigarette, knowing you couldn’t risk dallying for fear of being caught. You didn’t doubt for a minute that if you called him in a few weeks and told him you were carrying his child, he’d kidnap Megumi and run away with you to start your new family life together. And you would love that, you’d love him. You’d love it all.

But, it isn’t right. Is it?

He grabs his car keys, readying himself to drive you home to be alone with your dark thoughts. Before you step outside, though, something plagues your mind. A question that you simply must know the answer to. He looks scared, honestly. The way you’re facing him and eyeing him up as the same words twist and circle through your mind. A heavy hand rests on your waist, the other on your cheek. He’s scared, it’s obvious, but he’s still encouraging you to talk.

“Do you ever think about Rocco?” you ask him, genuinely curious. Toji has never felt the need to bring him up, this is the first you’ve discussed him in years. It kills you to think that Toji has managed to shut out thoughts of his unborn son while you are plagued with them each and every waking moment of your pointless life.

And there it is. That warm, kind smile, that is the Toji you know and love.

“All of the time.”

Four simple words have you breaking down like you did that day in the bathtub. Your head is pulled into his chest as he holds you close and tightly, allowing you to bawl every emotion onto him. You can’t control yourself and you don’t want to stop. It’s fine, he thinks. It’s clear that you need it. At least you know something today that you didn’t know yesterday. One piece of information that might take some of the burden off your own shoulders.

At least you know you aren’t alone.

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Bright Light, I’m Like a Moth

part thirteen | masterlist | part fifteen

Yuuji Itadori x f!reader x Megumi Fushiguro

Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: University AU, all characters aged up. This one made me feel some type of way... emotional damage 🤧 Warnings: 18+, dubcon, alcohol consumption, drug consumption, infidelity, gaslighting, manipulation, paranoia, degradation, handjob (m+f receiving), oral (f receiving), overstimulation. Words: 7.3k

Synopsis: You’ve been dating Yuuji Itadori for nine months. He’s the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, he cares for you deeply and he’s amazing in the sack. When new boy Megumi moves to town and joins your art course, you are shocked to discover he isn’t the quiet introvert you suspected him to be.

Even if you were wearing nothing at all you’re sure you would have still felt like you were vacationing on the sun. It was difficult to tell where you were while still under the influence. You weren’t sure if you’d been high for minutes, hours or days. Megumi couldn’t stop telling you that he loves you and he was going to get you home. He wouldn’t have let this happen to you, though, if he really loved you. He was just as boiling as you were but you were clearly suffering the worst of it. Completely dehydrated and out of your mind. You could only hope things would feel better when you got into your room.

He managed to carry you in his arms all of the way to your room. Your heart rate rising by the second the more you lost yourself to your paranoia. Your head lolled and the speed of his strides dried the tears on your face as the air hit you. You were set down as he struggled to open the door; but he wrapped your arm around his shoulder to keep you upright.

“’m so thirsty, Megumi, I can’t—”

He helped lower you down onto your mattress. Your body collapsing into the cloud-like softness as tears silently roll down your eyes. He isn’t in the room anymore. Your brain is challenging you, questioning you, bullying you. He’s left you alone to deal with this all by yourself. To suffer. To stress. His grand plan to finally drive you to complete and utter despair.

“Can you sit up for me, O’Keeffe?” you hear him say. You don’t move anything except your head, managing to see him between the valley of your breasts resting on the balls of his feet and holding your thigh with his hand. There is a strange sensation throughout your body. Like you’ve sat on your foot for too long and it’s gone dead. Your whole body is tingling and your lip is wobbling as you sit up and face him. Your face glittering like the crystal chandeliers he remembers gawking at in your parents manor home. “I got you water, drink it slowly.”

His instruction goes in one ear and out the other. You drink every last drop quicker than he can blink, a lot of it spilling out of the corners of your mouth. It isn’t enough. You feel as if you’ve swallowed a bag of sand and had your throat cut. More. You do your best to stand to your feet and rush to the bathroom. He follows you in and watches you drink the water directly from the tap. He lets it happen, for a little while, before pulling you away and back to bed.

“I’m gonna die, aren’t I?” you ask him. He just laughs and shakes his head.

“No, princess, you’re not. Not gonna let that happen, alright? I love you.” he says. You get up again and try to get back into the bathroom, but you’re intercepted. He pins you against the wall and cages you in. Your chest is swelling with emotion, mainly fear. But anticipation, too.

“Stop saying you love me.”

“Why? I just, I love you. You’re so lovely, I love you.” he blabbers and you shake your head in anger.

“You don’t bully people you love. You don’t peer pressure or blackmail people you love. I’m just a fucking project to you. Y-Yuuji would never do this to me.” you stutter, trying to stop yourself from giving him the satisfaction of your tears. He grits his teeth and looks away for a split second, and then his focus is entirely on you.

“Fuck. Yuuji.”

“I’d love to, Megumi. But unfortunately I’m stuck here with you instead of him. And I’m— I—” your voice gets caught and disappears entirely in your throat. He tilts his head and moves his face closer into yours. So close you think he might kiss you again. So close your noses are almost skimming off each other.

“Say it,”

“I’m so— I’m so… lonely. I miss him. I miss being loved.” you explain as your voice cracks. Your eyes are beginning to swell with tears and he can’t resist but wipe them away for you. His thumb wanders and catches on your lower lip. The fat, puffy flesh follows his digit and then springs back into place. Divine, he thinks.

“I’m telling you I love you and you’re telling me to stop.”

“You don’t love me, r-really,” you whimper as you try and find a way for each of you to see sense in such a hopeless situation, “you’re just high and— you couldn’t ever love me like he does.”

“How do you know?”

“I’m going to die because of you. Tonight, like this, in this shitty hotel room. I’m not gonna make it to the morning and I’ll never be loved by him again. By anyone. I’m dying and I’m broken. And it’s your fault.”

“I love you.” he whispers, his lips hovering just above yours. You turn your head to force him to kiss your cheek instead. You can’t do this again.

“Stop it.”

“I love you, I really love you.”

“You broke me and you’re gonna kill me, you still won’t stop.”

“Because I love you.”

“Stop!”

“Baby,”

He mutters into your supple skin. And for some reason, it breaks you even more. You face him head on; and he smiles because you’ve lost. He, as always, is the winner. You’re letting him take advantage of you because you’re just so God damn gullible. Maybe he does really love you. Just because he’s on drugs it doesn’t mean he can’t speak his truth. He doesn’t know his truth himself, honestly. All he knows is that he has a lot of love to give, and he wants to give it to you. His lips are so soft but so strong. Yours are weak and feeble which is why you’re allowing him to take the lead and kiss you however he likes. There is a small amount of tongue but a whole lot of passion in the heat of this one intimate kiss. What are you doing? You don’t fucking know. Is it so wrong to seek companionship when you’re lonely? Yes, when you have a boyfriend, of course it is. But you can’t think about that right now. Not when he’s lifting your leg onto his hip and grinding into your core.

“Megumi,” you mewl, pulling away from the kiss but reattaching yourself to him instantly after speaking.

“What is it?” he asks, concernedly. He begins to kiss down your cheek, your neck, your collarbone, and atop your breast as he waits for you to tell him what’s on your mind. You can hardly form a thought let alone tell him what you want to say.

“We shouldn’t— we shouldn’t do this, I’m scared, Megumi,” you tell him quietly. It doesn’t deter him, though, he can’t stop now. He didn’t know anyone could be as soft and pliable as you. How could he have let himself waste so much time hurting you when he could have been controlling you instead? “But I’m so lonely.” you sigh, unable to stop the words from falling out. Each nick of his teeth on your skin and delicate soft peck on your body is like a combination code to unlock more secrets from you.

“Do you want me to make it better?” he wonders, softly. It’s almost a secret confession between him and your tits. He doesn’t look into your eyes as he asks. Too enamoured by your breasts as he cups one and kisses the other.

Such simple words equate to such a life changing question. If he were Toji asking that question, you assume he’d suggest something like scolding Megumi and taking you to a drive thru for a burger and fries. If it were Yuuji asking you think he’d buy more snacks and watch The Shining with you for the millionth time. If it were your parents they’d probably offer to have Yuuji shipped off permanently to some foreign country and throw money at you.

But you aren’t with any of them right now.

You’re with Megumi.

And no matter what situation you find yourself in with him, you can’t help but dwell on the past. He’s never tried to make anything better for you before. He’s actively pursued every course of action that would ultimately make your life worse. In the time you’ve known him, he’s only been truly kind to you in the last two days. Yesterday his idea of making you feel better was to let you sit next to him on the bus rather than with those horrid girls. It was going bowling and to the aquarium and buying you a shark plushie. But, today, he’s gotten you high. He’s made you someone you doubt you’d recognise if you were to look in the mirror. He’s had his tongue down your throat and lips all over your body. He’s showing love to your body in the way that only a true lover should. The way Yuuji should. His way of making you feel better isn’t right. It isn’t something you should even be considering. But you’re too foolish to realise what you are now.

You wouldn’t hesitate to slap him in the face before getting to this point. You would have scoffed and told him where to go when he offered you drugs. You wouldn’t have crawled into bed with him because you were cold.

But, for now, you aren’t you. You aren’t your own person.

You’re Megumi’s.

“Help me, Megumi.” you whisper in a desperate, begging tone. He looks up at you then. Glimmering green eyes searching for any ounce of doubt in your facial expression. It isn’t there. His body presses against yours, pushing you further into the wall as he kisses you deeply.

Had he secretly wanted this all along?

Had you?

He turns you around so that your ass is against his crotch again. He’s kissing into the crook of your neck as he guides you in the direction of your bed. Your eyes are closed, softly, as you allow yourself to melt into the false sense of romance you’re feeling from his kisses. But they spring open again once he pushes you down onto all fours on the mattress. He flips your tutu up and grabs two fistfuls of your white fishnets. You gasp when you hear the dramatic, tell tale sound of him ripping them apart. Once he can perfectly see your panty-clad mound, he runs a finger up between your lips.

“W-Wait, Megumi wait.” you protest. He stops and helps you roll onto your back. He climbs on top of you and kisses upwards from your belly button to between your breasts. “I don’t feel comfortable.” you confess. He smirks into your skin, giving you a lengthier kiss against your sternum.

“I’m high, babe. Goin’ too fast for you? What can I do?” he mumbles clumsily against you. You wriggle beneath him until he pays attention to you properly.

“I’d like to change. Could you, um, help me again?” you ask him hopefully, fluttering your eyelashes like butter wouldn’t melt in your knickers.

You’re greeted with a simpering smile as he rises from above you and helps you sit upright. You watch him as he sits on the ground and begins to untie the laces on your platform boots. He tosses them over his shoulders, not caring where they end up. He reaches under your tutu and starts to pull down your fishnets.

“Panties off too, yeah? Do you want me to look away?”

“Um—”

“I think… you want me to see your body anyway, right?”

“I don’t want you to look right away… could you get my—”

He’s already standing up and searching for your fluffy pyjamas. Once again he avoids looking as he pulls your underwear down for you, concentrating solely on the ground as he helps you step into your shorts. He manages to help pull your tutu down over your shorts to preserve a little bit of your modesty. You stay still as he moves behind you. You’re sitting between his legs as you feel him fiddle with the hook of your bra. He pulls it off for you like he had the prior evening. But this time, neither of you are in a rush to cover your flesh. Your vest is by his side, and you’re looking over your shoulder. Not for the garment, no, you’re looking for him. Unlike last night, you want him to grope you.

He does.

He’s nibbling on your earlobe as he massages your naked breasts. You can’t help but groan when he takes your nipples between his finger and thumb. The way he tweaks and pulls them is so erotic, you can feel your brand new shorts become ruined as you can’t help but become wet from him touch.

“I want to touch you, down there.” he whispers into your ear, it rushes immediately to your cunt and you’re arching your back against his body. You want him to touch you there, too. Badly, in fact.

“M-My vest, please.” you request. He pulls away from your ear and you’re both fixated on your vest as if it’s an unwelcome observer to your private party. There is nothing in the room except you, him, your breath, and the vest. Both of your movements have stilled as you stare it down. A limp puddle of purple intruding on a good time; the shed skin of a snake who is about to be reborn.

“I don’t think you need it,” his hums hushed carefully into the nape of your neck. You bite your lip and close your eyes, the crown of your head relaxing against his shoulder. “I think… right now… you just need me to make you feel better.”

You do.

Though you’re certain anyone could be saying the same to you right now and you’d agree with them. Whether it be Megumi, his father, or even Gojo. The pain your feeling and the high your flying are a deathly mixture of sin and punishment that you can’t seem to escape. There’s only one answer, one cure, and Megumi is the one offering it to you. You move your forehead so it rests against his as he waits for you to answer him. It’s wrong, you know it, but not really. All you know is that Yuuji isn’t here and you’re paralysed with misery. Megumi is giving you a solution. You’re both in a hellish paradise with so much love to give and each are desperate to receive it, and there’s only two of you here.

You nod against him and your lips slot together like they belong against one another. Like he really is your boyfriend and not Yuuji. It’s ridiculous, though. Megumi is evil and Yuuji is so perfect. He’s so perfect that you can’t help but cry thinking about him even while Megumi’s lips are on yours. He pulls away, only a little, to hold the sides of your head as he kisses you harder. It’s more urgent, an apparent desperation behind each suction of lips pulling apart.

He guides you down onto your back. His hands move down your chest, along your curves and underneath your thigh. He pulls your leg up so that it’s wrapped around his waist. Lazy yet emotional ruts of his hips stimulate your already sopping heat. No matter how badly you want to pull away from him so that you can breathe, he doesn’t let you. All you want is to pant out a soft, breathy moan and earn a moments reprieve from his actions, but he can’t let you.

The knowledge that you’re with him and he’s with you and you’re just as pathetic and needy as each other is mind-numbingly intoxicating. You’re so good but just look how bad you’re being. You want him just as badly as he wants you. And yet, neither of you know why. As far as you’re both aware, you despise each other. You are worlds apart and there’s nothing between you but anger, contempt, and disgust. But maybe that isn’t the whole truth after all.

Maybe he’s had feelings for you since you first met. Since you complimented his art. It was nice, kind, sweet, that you paid attention to what he was doing and tried to make him feel good since he was the newbie. Perhaps he wanted to push you away and make things impossible so he knew there would be no chance for anything to ever happen between you. Why would anything have happened? You’re with Yuuji. You’re with Yuuji. And that hasn’t stopped you from being in bed with Megumi right now. Neither of you are sure if this was ever going to be the avoidable outcome. Would things have worked out better if you tried to be friends rather than enemies? Or would that have lead you down the same path?

He isn’t sure if it’s true. He isn’t sure if he had feeling for you from that very first moment or if that’s just the hidden romantic in him trying to create a love story that isn’t there. He isn’t sure if he has feelings for you at all other than hate and lust. He wants to fuck you, now, because he’s aroused. Because he’s drugged up to the eyeballs and it seemed like the right thing to do despite how wrong it is. You hold no feelings for him, he’s sure. You hate each other but you’re about to do something only lovers do.

“I— Megumi, I don’t want to have s-sex.” you speak almost assertively. It’s powerful to hear you talk, he thinks. And so confidently too. Do you think he loves you, for real? Is it the prospect of sex that has turned you into someone entirely new or is it the possibility that you’re beneath someone who loves you?

He pulls away, perplexed by your words. What did you think he meant by helping you? Admittedly he was more interested in helping himself, but it seems you’ve come to your senses.

“You want me to stop?” he asks, somewhat concernedly. His eyes widen excitedly when you shake your head. Now he knows what you want. What you were expecting. Is this some sort of compromise in your deluded little mind? His dominant hand slithers down your stomach and tickles you as his fingers trace along your body. You gasp when his fingers breach the waistband of your shorts. He’s stunted, for a moment. Your eyes focused on one another asking ‘is this happening?’ he licks his lips as your lungs expand and collapse with each passing moment. Yes, it is happening. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” he whispers. Immediately your face burns hot with shame and embarrassment as you feel him toy with your slippery folds.

“I’m so— please, I just wanna— I need to feel better.” you beg wantonly. He smirks as he begins circling around your little pearl but not quite touching it. Legs shaking and heart beating rapidly.

“You will.” he assures you.

It’s always embarrassed you to receive pleasure from a partner. Not because you don’t like it, you just have no idea where to look. Yuuji thinks it’s cute when you hide your face from him when he fingers you in this position. It’s bizarre to him that you’re so shy even after so long, especially considering he eats you out on a regular basis and has made his face your personal throne. He lets you, though, whatever you need to do to be comfortable is alright with him. No matter what, he thinks you look beautiful.

But Megumi, as you well know, isn’t Yuuji. The minute he sees you trying to hide your face behind your hands he stops touching you. When you come out of hiding, you look to see him sucking his fingers clean of your mess. It’s hot, you think, but you aren’t quite sure why he felt the need to stop.

Air is knocked out of your lungs when you feel him grab each of your wrists. He pins them above your head with a furious look in his eye. A strict warning.

“Don’t do that again. Got it? I need to see your face so I know what I’m doing.” he explains. You nod quickly, understanding him perfectly. He grabs a fistful of your hair so that you can’t move your face, forcing you to stare at him as he searches for your clit yet again. He goes slow at first, finally touching it instead of teasing around it. You think you might burst into flames because you’re so humiliated. He isn’t letting you take your eyes off him and he’s staring at you like an animal in the night. The only indication that he’s still human is when his eyes twitch and eyebrows falter whenever you release a heavier breath. He picks up the pace and you can’t stand it. Fingers grasping into the pillows by your head as he draws more pleasure from flicking over your throbbing clit. Your mouth falls open to moan and he copies you in faux sympathy. His mouth turning to a smile as he laughs at your whimpering state. “There we go. There’s your little slut button.”

You bite your lip in an attempt to keep your cool. But it’s useless. Your legs open wider for him and even with his fingers laced through your hair you can’t help but throw your head further back into the pillows beneath you.

“I’m so— I’m so h-happy, Megumi. You’re so good— at this.”

He’s almost insulted that you thought he wouldn’t be good at giving pleasure with his fingers. With anything, actually, as he recalls your comment about him cumming in thirty seconds if he fucked the store clerk he was thinking about bringing back to the room. It lights a match under the ball of hot air which is Megumi Fushiguro as it makes him feel somewhat threatened. He knows he’s good. And by God, he’ll make sure you know it too.

Your toes begin to curl as you feel his lips latch onto one of your nipples. It’s a dirty trick that manages to bring you that much closer to your orgasm each and every time. With that and the way he’s expertly rubbing your clit you know you’re soon to be a goner.

“M-Megumi, please slow down. I’m tryin’ to hang o-on a bit lo-onger, here.” you request. He holds your nipple lightly between his teeth and smiles, shaking his head in refusal. You groan when he sucks at your teat and releases it with a pop.

“Stop hangin’ on. If you wanna feel better, let go.” he demands. He begins to pay the same attention to your opposite nipple as he carries on stimulating your pulsating bead. He yanks your hair tight as your hips begin to buck wildly against his fingertips. Your pussy desperately searching his touch to help you along quicker than he’s delivering.

Your vision turns to a starry night as you begin singing his name in approval. Each wave of orgasmic pleasure gushing through your body from the top of your head to the tips of your toes again and again. You feel him kiss your breast softly at plummet from the never ending high. The kindness doesn’t last, however, as he stands on his knees and hooks his fingers into your shorts.

“Lift your fuckin’ ass. I want these off, now.” he tells you stringently. You obey, as always, raising your hips so he can rip the purple shorts away from your body. For some reason you instinctively press your knees together as your body goes into high alert. They don’t stay like that, of course. He places his palms on your kneecaps and pries your legs apart. “Don’t close your legs unless I say so. Until I’m done with you. I’m not finished yet, you haven’t even let me look at your pussy properly.”

He looks down to see your slippery, shimmering cunt. It’s intoxicating. So little and perfect and pink. So cute, like you. He holds your mound and uses his thumb to pull back the hood of your clit. He grins, watching it throb and pulse because of him. He bends down to spit on it which makes you moan. You’re even louder when he attaches his lips around it and begins to suck.

“Oh fuck! Megumi, please, I can’t. I’m too sensitive I can’t cum like that—”

“Do you ever shut up?” he asks as he raises his face from between your legs. “Just having a little fun with you, I’m not an idiot. But since you want to rush…” he trails off, a menacing tone behind his words.

You jolt when you feel him grab your entire face in one hand and pinch your cheeks. Your lips pucker and he can’t help but grin at how truly ridiculous you look. How can you look so fucked out and drunk from his fingers but still have a glimmer of craving behind your twinkling eyes?

“Open your legs. Wider.” he instructs. You spread them as far as they’ll possibly go, an overwhelming desire to please him overcoming you. He pulls back a little, and at that point you notice a string of drool pooling on his lower lip. His mouth hangs open as he slides a finger inside of your entrance. You squeak at the intrusion, you squeal at the unrelenting thrusts he delivers as it batters you g-spot. “You’re so fucking tight.” he informs you, making blood rush to your ears in an attempt to block out his words.

“T-Think ‘m gonna cum. I think—”

“Already? Fuck, it’s ‘cause you’re tight baby. Like a little virgin cunt. Bet you can’t even take more than one finger, can you?”

“N-No. I mean, no. I ca- I can’t take— two is— fuck, too much f’me.” you tell him, and he snickers.

“Knew it. You’ve got a princess pussy. Nice ‘n tight and she creams like a dream when you treat her right. Gonna show me how you cum on fingers for doing a good job? Gonna give me my reward for makin’ you feel better?”

“FUCK, Megumi. You’re so— hnngg—!” you cut yourself off as he brings you to yet another small death. He bites his lip as he watches you squirm and whine in pleasure. His fingers still not giving up their assault on your sensitive insides and gummy interior. “I love you—” you breathe shallowly. Almost imperceptible, but he hears you. When he said it earlier, he didn’t mean a fucking word of it. He’s high, and so are you. So once again, you’re just devils telling tales.

“You look like you’re feeling better, O’Keeffe.” he jokes, you begin to giggle once he pulls his fingers out of your pussy. “I wanna sleep but I’m still so wired. Are you sleepy?” he questions.

“Mm-mm.” you hum, shaking your head. “I wanna… I want you to feel better, too.” you inform him.

“How are you gonna do that?”

You smile cheekily at him as you raise your leg between his. You press around his crotch area with your toes. It was already apparently just how hard he was from your dancing and then hearing you moan for him. But apparently he hadn’t expected you to be so brazen. He lets your fingers explore his upper body. Grazing over his pecs and abs as you continue to torment his cock with your foot.

“Are you gonna get me off properly? I’m not super into feet, babe. Willing to try if you’ve got the talent for it, though.”

“No, ‘m not using my feet. Wanna hold you in my hand, take it out f’me Megumi.” you tell him. He scoops you up in his arms and sits you upright at the top of the bed. He sits beside you and begins to unbuckle his jeans. You can see the agonising strain in the form of his bulge in his boxers once he pulls the zipper of his jeans down. It’s scaring you, the bulge. You know immediately he has an impressive size and you aren’t quite sure if you’re confident enough to deal with it. Yuuji is big too, though, so maybe you’ll be okay.

He groans when he moves his underwear enough to free his cock. It’s heavy and craving, thick and full of lustrous desire. Your mouth is more or less watering at the sight of him. Perfect, you think. Perfect size. Perfect shape. Perfectly defined. Perfect.

“Are you scared?” he grumbles, his speech is so relaxed it’s almost idle. You can’t answer, because you aren’t sure. You aren’t scared, but you feel like you should be. It’s just a dick, after all. Yuuji has one. Yuuji wasn’t your first, either. But this is Megumi Fushiguro bearing himself to you. He’s willing to let you hear him at his most intimate and vulnerable. And you’re crossing another line. Everything you do with him, every second you spend with him, is another betrayal against Yuuji.

“Show me how you like it.” you tell him.

He takes your hand in his and wraps it around his cock. His hand holds tightly onto yours as he demonstrates how tight he likes it and how fast he likes the strokes. He lets go and allows you to take over, hoping you’re capable of doing what he’s taught you. A slight whimper leaves him as you swipe your thumb over his dripping slit.

“Mmm, leaking s’much Megumi.”

“I won’t last long, been needin’ to cum since I felt you on me last night.” he alerts you.

It only spurs you on. You use his precum to your advantage and lube up his cock with it. You even drool all over him for good measure. It’s so erotic and lewd sounding as you begin to pump him furiously. The way his chest rises and stutters with each rub of your fist is so God damn dreamy. Seeing him so helpless and at the mercy of your touch is heavenly.

“Keep going, a lil faster,” he tells you. It doesn’t go unnoticed how his hips start grinding into you. It’s nice to know you’re equally as impatient when it comes to reaching your climax. ‘Unhh’ and ‘ahh’ language escape him as you don’t let up. Allowing him to fuck your fist as you meet his thrusts with ten times as much vigour.

“Fuck, are you close? You look so pretty when you moan.” you tell him.

“Shut up or you’ll put me off. Tighter, squeeze it tighter. Ah— f-uck oh, hnng.” he finishes. He squirts a copious amount of white, viscous cream which you’re more than happy to milk out of him. Every last drop as his cock flexes and shoots it out. It splashes up his abs and all over your hand. He uses his free hand to push your face into his by the crown of your head. You straddle him as you kiss, uncaring of the mess between you as his cock begins to soften. It’s a messy, drool filled kiss as your tongues tangle and you breathe against each other. Into each other.

He carries you into the bathroom, still kissing all of the way there. He sits you down on the counter next to the sink as he undresses. As you wash your hands, he starts up the shower. He stands beside it for a while until it reaches a perfect temperature. Right after you turn off the taps, he grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him. He leads the two of you into the shower, allowing the water to warm the two of you. He lathers shampoo and conditioner through your hair as you wash your body. You do the same for him, with great difficulty, as you stand on your tip toes so that you can wash his hair properly. You kiss under the water as the shower rinses away all of the suds.

He gets out before you, wrapping a towel around his waist and then holding one open for you to step into. You spend time with him sitting on top of your mattress with nothing but your towels protecting your bodies. He brushes your hair for you. You want to do the same for him, but you start falling asleep.

“You can’t sleep in your towel.” he reminds you. He walks away and returns just as quickly, the mattress sinking behind you once he takes his seat again. “Here, lift your arms,” you do, and you’re greeted to the soft texture of your purple, fluffy vest. “You’ve ruined your shorts. Were those the only pyjamas you bought?”

“Uh,” you pause for a moment as you think, “yeah, they were. But I bought some sweatpants to travel home in. If Gojo is picking us up in the morning, I’ll just wear what I sleep in for the car ride home.” you explain. He gets up, rifling through your shopping bags until he finds them.

“Up.”

You stand to your feet, allowing the towel to drop and pool around your feet. This time, you don’t care if he looks up while he dresses you. You step into the grey sweatpants one foot at a time and wait for him to pull them up your legs.

“Thank you.”

“Get into bed, I need to get ready.” he almost snaps at you. You get cosy under the duvet and hold tightly onto Gerald. You don’t look at him while he changes his clothes. He has once again decided to forgo his t-shirt and wear matching sweatpants with you to bed. The sound of his bed creaking is like a stab in the heart. You aren’t sure what you had expected. He isn’t yours and you aren’t his. You’re just classmates in a bad situation sharing a hotel room. He has his own bed and you have yours. You have a boyfriend, but he isn’t here. It doesn’t matter, though. You should only want what’s yours. You shouldn’t want anyone else. You shouldn’t crave another man’s touch. And yet—

“I need you, Megumi.” you speak quietly.

The words are simple and bland. Room for interpretation and nothing too specific. Do you want to fuck? Do you want a hug? It doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t need Megumi. But he knows exactly what you want. He gets out of his own bed and you feel a sense of relief when he joins you in yours. His arms wrap around your torso and he nuzzles his nose into your freshly washed hair that smells like cinnamon and toffee.

This town is a horror setting. This room is a mystery. Four walls that you hope will keep your scandalous secret.

It’s all coming to an end, tomorrow.

The levels of regret you both feel are infinite. You think he’s been awake longer than you, but he didn’t want to let go. You woke with his arm still wrapped around you, holding you close. Once you stirred, he rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. You did the same, endlessly entertained by the disgusting popcorn ceiling.

You didn’t utter a word.

Nor did he.

You took turns using the bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready. The atmosphere is foul. Impossibly awkward and uncomfortable as you shuffle around each other and still can’t find it in either of you to speak. He doesn’t even fill you in on what’s happening with Gojo. He declines his calls and texts him instead so that he doesn’t have to break his silence. He doesn’t tell you when he arrives. He simply walks towards the exit and assumes you aren’t dumb enough to stay behind.

Your hair is thrown into a messy bun and you are painfully aware of what a mess you are. You’re holding Gerald under your arm and carrying your shopping bags in your hands all while struggling to close the hotel room door behind you. Megumi is way ahead of you, and you aren’t sure whether you should bother trying to catch up.

You hand your room key to the receptionist. There’s barely enough energy in you to smile and say goodbye. It’s even worse when you step outside. Gojo is standing with a cheesy grin on his face as he leans against his car.

“Good morning, you two. Let’s get you kiddos home, huh?” he smiles. He unlocks the trunk, and you’re appreciative when he rushes over to grab your bags for you.

It doesn’t surprise you at all that Megumi takes shotgun. You’re more than happy to sit in the backseat and watch the sky. There’s a generic, mundane radio station playing. Maybe even Gojo has a limit on energy in the mornings. You’d half expected him to be playing something annoying just to piss you both off.

“How was your weekend?” he asks the two of you.

“Awful, obviously.”

“Aw don’t be like that. This is a nice town, I bet you found something to do. You’re just being sour because both Toji and I have lives outside of you. But I’m here now, aren’t I? We’ll be home in no time. Or maybe you’re just tired... up all night? Take a nap, Megumi.”

“W-What are you implying? I—”

“He knows I do drugs, O’Keeffe, relax. Couldn’t even do that in peace because of princess buzzkill back there.”

You swallow your tongue and decide to keep silent for the remainder of the journey from that point on. Your eyes are watering but you just about manage to hold it together. You’re sitting directly behind him, it seemed like the lesser of two evils. But he can see you in the side mirror of the car. You’re wrestling with your conscience and the enormous mistake you made together. You jump a little when you hear your phone ping. You hadn’t expected to hear from anyone today and you began to pray that it wasn’t one of your parents. Hopefully just a stupid spam email.

It's Megumi.

You don’t remember giving him your number. He must have done it when you were sleeping, or high.

Megumi: Why did you make things weird?

You: I didn’t. You gave me the silent treatment.

Megumi: Sure. What now?

You: Don’t.

“Are you texting Yuuji? I haven’t heard from him since he left. I know it’s only been a week but it’s weird.” Gojo speaks directly to you.

And that’s what does you in. The fact that your boyfriend hadn’t even been gone an entire week before you decided to fool around with someone else. Someone worse. Someone who used to be his best friend. Gojo looks alarmed as you burst into tears, almost slamming the breaks to figure out what happened. Megumi just huffs, though, making him think it isn’t that serious.

“I’m sure I’m wrong but, I’m picking up an odd vibe. I’m usually pretty perceptive but—”

“Gojo shut up. I’m not in the mood and she’s fucking crying, whatever you wanna say just say it instead of doing your annoying step-dad shtick.” Megumi barks, eyes scrunching as he immediately faces the window to avoid making eye contact with Gojo.

“Alright, alright. Grumpy. I wasn’t going to say anything. Sorry for making you cry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have assumed it was him. It’s gotta be tough being without him. I’m sorry, really. And I’m still around for whatever you need.” he tells you.

“T-Thanks Gojo, appreciate it.”

It’s silent for a while. A surprisingly long time given that you’re in a car with someone as insufferable and annoying as Satoru Gojo. He’s a nice guy, you think. But God does he know how to press people’s buttons.

“Though I’m sure you two hooking up probably took the edge off missing him so much.”

“Megumi, you told him?!”

“You just told him, you idiot.”

Your eyes hold shut as you replay what you just did. The oldest trick in the God damn book and you fucking fell for it. So much for your secret staying between those four walls. You aren’t sure if your heart has stopped beating or is beating too fast for you to register. It’s all over, now. He’s going to tell Yuuji and you’re going to lose him. You’re going to lose everything.

“Oh-ho! That actually worked, I can’t believe it. I knew you had a thing for one of the Fushiguro’s. So you guys… did you fuck?”

“No!” you objects instantly.

“We gave each other handjobs.” Megumi tells him.

“Megumi!”

“You opened your big mouth so may as well set him straight,” Megumi snips at you. “I convinced her to get high and the E made us stupid. She loves Yuuji, it was a mistake on both parts.”

“Gojo, please, I know Yuuji is one of your closest friends but—”

“It’s really none of my business. You’re both fun to annoy so I play around. But secrets aren’t mine to tell. I’m not going to interfere with your relationship, it’s not my place. I’m sure each of you had your reasons.”

“He’s good at keeping secrets, one of the best things about him. Unless they’re about my dad, any chance to get him into shit.”

“That’s because I hate Toji,” he laughs. “And he hates me. That, however, is irrelevant. I’ll take this to my grave for everyone’s sake. I’ve never done drugs so I’m inclined to believe you both were acting out of character because of it. Especially if it’s new for you, sweetheart.”

“I can’t— I really can’t thank you enough, I—”

“That being said,” he interrupts, holding up a finger to silence you both so he can speak. “I don’t believe for a second there isn’t something brewing between you. Tensions are high, I could hear it through the phone when you called me. You’ve opened Pandora’s box and whether it was a mistake or not, there’s a connection between you now that will keep bringing you back together. Deny it all you like, but what happened won’t be a one-time thing. Just be careful, there’s gonna be some heartbreak down the line.”

A deathly silence fell upon the car. Neither you nor Megumi knew what to say to him. Your eyes found each other in the side mirror but you quickly averted your stare as you focused on the clouds in the sky instead. There’s no way you can let yourself fall into a pattern of seeking comfort in Megumi while Yuuji is away. It was one mistake. People make mistakes all of the time. People bounce back from their mistakes, too! You can’t be with him again. Maybe you need to cut him off for good. It’s not like you can’t trust yourself around Megumi. But being near him knowing what you did is going to be a heavy burden of guilt to bear.

Of all of the things he’s done, this has got to be the worst. You know it’s your fault too. You know you could have said no at any point. But you’re sure if he didn’t insist on getting you high it wouldn’t have happened.

You hate him.

You fucking hate him.

He’s like a tornado going above and beyond to destroy everything. How you could let yourself see humanity and kindness in him is embarrassing, honestly. It’s humiliating that you let yourself trust him. You fell for him this weekend. You fell for the idea that he could be something he isn’t. Normal. He’s evil, plain and simple. This was a calculated move. A pre-planned scheme to really destroy you in the worst way possible. And you only have yourself to blame.

You’re the one who let him.

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Satoru Gojo x f!reader

Genre: Smut Notes: I've never had phone sex so I hope this is okay LMAO Warnings: 18+, phone sex, mutual masturbation, pet names, praise, consensual encounter, colleagues, friends with benefits, drool i guess, daddy kink. Words: 1.2k

Things had been tense at Jujutsu Tech since Gojo went off overseas. It’s a huge blow to have the greatest sorcerer out of town and unable to properly educate his students. Despite the students knowing how to handle themselves, after a recent incident the principal decided it would be better for a teacher to accompany them at all times when going out on missions. Resulting in you and the other members of faculty having to pick up Gojo’s slack. It was getting too much. Lasting too long. You decided to call him and see if he had any idea about when he’d be coming back.

“Come home, Gojo. You’re taking advantage of the rest of us.” you tell him, sternly. Did you really expect anything other than that sultry laugh and cocky attitude he’s renowned for?

“Oh, sweetheart. You miss me real bad, don’t you? You don’t normally mind me taking advantage of you.”

He may be right about that. After falling into a friends with benefits type of situation with Gojo, your fingers and sex toys simply don’t cut it anymore. This is the first time you’ve heard his voice in weeks. And the tonality of it traversed from your ears and straight to your cunt. A sticky pool of arousal tainting your panties.

“What if I do miss you, Satoru? What then…”

“Are you alone, in your bedroom?” he asks. Your eyes flutter shut as you consider your next move. You know what’s going to happen if you say yes. But you don’t want to miss out by saying no. Of course it’s a risk. You’re a member of staff who lives on school grounds. You’re constantly required for missions, always getting hounded by students, and expected to be a respectable member of the faculty. But you can’t resist. You’ll never be able to resist him.

“Yes, ‘m alone. It’s a little warm in my room…” you begin, starting what will be an incredibly risqué phone call. The sound of Gojo’s zipper coming down is almost deafening down the line. He grunts, assumedly touching himself as he thinks about you.

“Maybe you should get undressed. Leave your panties on.” he instructs. You do as he tells you, removing your Jujutsu uniform and getting comfortable on your bed in nothing but your racy red underwear. “This isn’t my first time getting off to you since I’ve been away, y’know.” he confesses. It makes you hum in approval as you reach up to fondle your hardened nipples.

“I haven’t had a chance… it’s been so long since I- I—”

“All my fault baby, I know. Gonna help you now, alright? Have you ruined your panties f’me? I want them soaking before you touch yourself properly.” he smiles, breathing hitching as a particularly pleasurable pull gets the better of him. “Your tits always look so swollen when you’re needy… are you touching ‘em for me? Send me a picture… a video.” he instructs.

You take a video of yourself with only the lower half of your face in at the start. Raising your fingers up and drooling all over them. You drop the camera to show your breasts. Swollen, just like he thought. You use your spit covered fingers to toy and pinch with your nipples and capture it on film. He groans loudly once he receives it, unable to hold back how terribly he’s missing your body.

“Wanna see your pretty cock, Satoru. Show it to me.” you huff. He complies with your request. Filming how leaky his tip is and how firmly he’s gripping his shaft. “Oh, God Gojo, I miss it.” you moan. “’m so wet for you, need it s’bad.” you continue.

“Another video f’me baby. Show me how much your pussy misses me. Slowly peel off those panties and show her to me. Daddy wants to see.” he chuckles. The self-given nickname makes your face warm, but you aren’t opposed to it.

You prop your camera up on a chair in your room and begin filming. Seductively touching every area other than where he asked you before snaking your fingers down to your wanting pussy. You poke at your covered folds, making your panties even wetter. Finally, you raise your legs, pulling off your panties and feeling awfully embarrassed as a filthy, erotic string of your arousal connects your cunt to your underwear. It’s bound to show up on film. You hold them up to the camera for him to see before laying back. Parting your pussy lips and slipping a finger inside of you while you writhe around.

“Don’t have too much fun without me now, remember you gotta get me off too, baby.” Gojo speaks up, reminding you of what your goal had been. You had become distracted from touching yourself that you almost forgot of what the intention of the video is.

“It’s sendin’, daddy. Hope you like it, I wanna cum together. Wanna cum for you s’bad…” you admit.

“Oh my, gorgeous girl. I just got it. Your body is divine, I’m leaking like crazy watching you. And you’re such a little tease… you wanna cum for me? I want you to hear me moan for you while I watch these naughty little videos.”

“Oh, God. Your cock… I fucking miss it. Looks so needy f’me, daddy. Wanna suck on it… wanna taste you.” you continue, stealing a moan from his desperate lungs. “Miss it inside of me.”

“I’ve been missing your sweet pussy, gorgeous. No candy tastes better, I swear. But I wanna fill your cute little cunt up,” he laughs at himself, feeling a little silly because he’s so desperate for you. “Ah, sweetheart. I can hear how wet you are. Do your fingers feel good in your tight little pussy, huh? Wanna cum all over them for me?”

“Y-Yes, I do. Really bad. Are you close?”

“I’m close, baby. Cum with me. Cum with daddy.” he demands.

Your moans are so soft as your high builds. Gojo, however, doesn’t seem to care about his volume. He knows how much you get off on his arousal and he wants to be loud for you. To help you cum. And you do. Creaming all over your fingers as you quickly rub over your clit. You’re practically asleep as you come down from your high, only finding it necessary to open your eyes again when Gojo tells you to check your phone.

It's a video, of himself. Apparently, he felt it necessary to let go of his cock whilst he orgasms. Cumming everywhere and all over himself.

“Look what you made me do, dirty girl.” he snickers, hearing you gasp when you see the mess he made. “Can’t get over what you do to me.”

“Gojo… you need to come home,” you spoke, desire still rife in your tone, “Come home so I can do it to you in person.”

“Fuck, baby…” he laughs, trailing off as he thinks about what that means for him, “I’ll see what I can do.”

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I Live In Whoville, Who Are You?

Track One: Whoville | 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Dabi x f!Reader x Hawks

Genre: Smut Notes: Day one here we goooooo!! Anon sex is kinda hot, right?? Warnings: drug usage, alcohol consumption, minor blood play/mention, exhibitionism, teasing, degradation, threesome, groping, biting, name calling, praise, petnames, some DabiHawks action, slight internalized homophobia, virginity kink, virginity loss, daddy kink, oral sex (M & F recieving), fingering, dirty talk, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie. Words: 4.8k

How has something like a villains Christmas party gone undetected for so long? It’s an annual event, and not a single hero has ever heard of it. Until now. Hawks has had an interesting relationship with Dabi since the day they met. Dabi couldn’t trust him as far as he could throw him, but they seemed to go from strength to strength. He let slip about this little shindig, and Hawks wasn’t sure if it was an invite, but there was no way he was about to let the opportunity slip through his fingers. He’ll inform the other heroes. He’ll be able to catch some of the most dastardly criminals in Japan. The world. It’ll be hard to pinpoint who’s who – it’s always masquerade, apparently. A chance for everyone to lower their inhibitions and not let their appearances define them.

Hawks is going to tell the hero commission about this.

Hawks should tell the hero commission about this.

So why are his fingers lightly tracing over an embellished masquerade mask he purchased?

He’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t know why he was drawn to a mask with cerulean blue accents. He’d be lying to himself if he said he arrived at the party without a goal in mind. Without looking for a certain someone. It felt near impossible, as he looked at everyone here.

The music was blaring, each drumming beat of the bass made his wings vibrate. It was dark, too, the dim lighting provided a perfect air of secrecy for all of the debauched, lewd interactions Hawks could see before him. Cocaine snorting, pill popping, body shots on bar tops. Men and women alike engaging in exhibitionism without a care in the world. There was a strong scent of sin in the air, so thick Hawks thought he might choke on it.

He noticed current reigning king of the villains, Shigaraki, remove his mask momentarily as he laughed and scratched his irritated features. It didn’t take long for him to spot Dabi after that. He was staring right at him. A full-face mask, a jester’s mask with red accents. Had he chosen the colours for—?

The idea is knocked from his mind as his friend beckons him over with a curl of his finger. Come hither, come here.

He waded through the crowd nervously, Dabi began walking towards him to meet him halfway. Hawks has always been confident, cocksure. But now he does feel a surge of fear coursing through him. It could have been a mistake to come here, alone, without letting anyone know where he was going. There are so many villains here who’d happily have his head on a platter.

It all washes away the minute he’s mask to mask with Dabi. Not a word is spoken, not a move is made. They just stare. Is it really Dabi? Is it really Hawks? They’re both sure, but they suppose they’ll never truly know unless they remove their masks.

Dabi pulls his mask up, slightly, only revealing the bottom half of his face. And then, to Hawks, it’s clear. The unmistakable burns and staples of the villain he’s gotten a little too close to comfort to. He isn’t sure if his heartbeat should be increasing or slowing. Is he more or less nervous to see his… friend, before his very eyes?

“Nice to see you, number two hero.” he speaks, his trademark lilt bleeding into his almost hostile language.

“How could I, uh,” Hawks’ voice gets trapped in his throat as Dabi’s hands come into contact with his body. They settle on his waist, pulling him edgingly closer. Fuck, has he always been so tall? “I couldn’t refuse.” he finally finds his bearings to be able to answer the flame using menace.

“That right?” Dabi questions, a conceited smirk draws on his face as he does his best to make the hero feel unbelievably shy. He succeeds, of course.

Albeit stiffly, they begin to dance. It’s more stepping than actual co-ordinated movement. Their footwork is in sync, however, simplistic side to side motions as they begin to near closer and closer. Dabi’s hands still Hawks, keeping him firmly in place. He unbuttons his shirt by three, baring his chest to himself and everyone in proximity. The expanse of his broad chest flushes red, Dabi chuckles when the same can be said for his face.

“What’s got you all worked up, hero?” he teases, knowing it’s him. It’s his fault and he’s revelling in it. Before Hawks can even begin to remember a single word in his vocabulary, he gulps deeply as Dabi’s hand cups his face. “Why did you come here?” he asks, wanting a verbal admission. The heroic number two has a gay little crush on the big bad villain. His lips trace over the heroes mockingly. He pulls away ever so slightly each time Hawks tries to gain full contact. What a mean ol’ villain he is, huh?

“Kiss me, Dabi. Please.” Hawks begs and it’s fucking delectable. He’s been eating like a God for a while now thanks to the League’s new merger with the Meta Liberation Army, and still, that absolutely pathetic plea from Hawks’ lips is the tastiest thing he’s ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

“Aw, a kiss?”

“I- I just—” he yelps when Dabi grabs a fistful of golden locks and yanks his head backwards. His mouth hanging open, wet wanting tongue practically lolling out of his mouth.

“Say it again. Tell me how bad you want a stupid little kiss from me.” he bullies, snickering at Hawks’ bewildered expression. He was sure there was something between them, was he wrong to feel that way? This is just how he is, maybe, he is a villain after all. The idea of being wanted, admired, lusted after, is a mystery to him. And he’s mean. He’s cold and cruel and calculated. And even without all that, it’s fun. It’s fucking funny to see someone with as much power as Hawks has to be trembling and weak at the knees over someone as loathed as Dabi.

His lips are aching with wanton desire. He balls his fist into Dabi’s shirt and pulls him that much closer to him. There are no more chances of him pulling away again. But still, he asks. He asks because Dabi told him too. Why is he so weak?

“I want- I need you to kiss me, Dabi. Please.”

It’s a scorching entanglement as Dabi forces his lips onto Hawks’. The villain settles his hand in Hawks’ lower back and pulls his body against his own. They can’t help themselves as they begin to groove against each other as the kiss intensifies. Sticky tongues swirl against each other in the heat of the moment. Dabi can’t help but grin and he feels the hero moans like a simple little whore into his mouth. His fingers trace over his chest, before gripping into the material of his half-opened shirt. Hawks gasps as he pulls the rest of the garment apart by force. Buttons scattering across the dance floor. Dabi completes the kiss as he bites his lower lip when he pulls away. He notices a little bit of blood that Hawks moves his thumb towards so that he can wipe it away. But Dabi grabs his wrist, licking the wound clean himself.

“Take my fucking shirt off, baby.” Dabi demands. Right here? In front of all of these people? That is what Hawks’ stare is reading. Dabi is sure he was clear enough. He did hear him as he can tell by his dumbfounded expression. So, what is he waiting for?

Nimble fingers begin to pull lightly at the material of his shirt. Dabi pulls him towards him yet again so that their lips can lock. He does his best to focus on unbuttoning his shirt, but his head is spinning. He needs to get underneath. Hawks hums a symphony of delirious moans into Dabi’s mouth, and he is lapping it up. Finally his shirt is off and he throws it to the ground.

“Y’look like such a dirty whore, y’know. Lips all swollen ‘n covered in my spit. I’m doin’ all the work. What, are ya shy? I’ve never been softer… while you—” Dabi stops as he reaches down to cup a handful of Hawks’ throbbing shaft. “Heh. Like I thought, hard as a rock. What’re y’gonna do about it, sweetheart?”

The mocking term of endearment lights a fire under Hawks. How can he possibly be soft after all of that kissing and grinding? He leans over and buries his head into the crook of Dabi’s neck. He tilts it, giving him better access. They wrap their arms around each other so that they can be closer, tighter, as hips begin to roll against hips. God Hawks needs him, bad. Dabi does too, though he’d never confess.

Hawks smiles into his neck as he earns a moan from the scarred villain. Is he finally getting hard? He doesn’t let up. Soft sucks and bites onto his already purple skin. He starts feeling adventurous, brave, as a hand begins to drift down his torso. Dabi hisses like a snake as Hawks’ fingers trace lightly over his nipple. He takes hold of his wrist, an intense glaring competition between eyes of sapphire and gold begins. But Dabi is a villain, he cheats.

He spins Hawks around until Hawks’ back is against his chest. His ass is grinding into Dabi’s straining cock. Hawks’ shirt is open, and he forces his hands up to the blondes chest. He digs his fingernails into his skin, leaving a trail of irritated, raised, red skin from his pecs to his lower stomach. One hand returns to one of his nipples, earning an obscene moan of approval from Hawks.

“Such a slut.” Dabi tells him.

His other hand passes uncharted territory, unbuckling and unbuttoning his smart trousers with ease so that he can feel what the number two hero is packing. Dabi grins into Hawks’ ear, who hooks an arm around the back of his neck to feel his breath closer. Dabi’s words are salacious and each sound he makes is erotic, whether he’s doing it on purpose or not. It’s just that fucking tone of his.

“Got such a big cock here. Do you know how to use it?” Dabi queries. Hawks shakes his head.

“S-Show me, Dabi.”

He slowly begins to masturbate the hero who can barely stand upright. Nibbling on his earlobe and whispering obscenities in his ear as he does.

“’m never gonna fuck you, y’know? ‘Cause I’m not gay, you’re just a fun little toy. And I just so happen to need you for something tonight.”

“Fuck, Dabi—”

“Shut up. Look, over there, up on the big tree. Do you see her?”

Hawks’ vision follows Dabi’s finger although he’s squirming from the lack of contact on his nipple. The tree he is referring to is an enormous, over the top, faux Christmas tree. He hadn’t noticed earlier that it was so large there were ramps and seating areas built onto it. The place in particular Dabi is pointing to is the very top of the Christmas tree. And Hawks' breathing staggers.

“You saw her. That is who I need your help with.”

“Why me?”

“You notice something about everyone on that tree? Full of fucking snobs, but there’s a reason. Take a look. Look at her.”

His staring intensifies as he studies the woman he is referring to. He’s finding it hard to pinpoint what it is he’s talking about. She’s wearing a mask. A beautiful, short, champagne gold colour fairy dress with custom wings. Wings. They’re fluttering. They’re real. Pristine white wings like a God damn angel. An angel on top of the fucking Christmas tree. And then he notices more wings on the tree. And some people without them who still harbour the ability to fly.

“They can fly.”

“Fucking A. You can only get to a certain height on the tree without being able to fly, and she never comes down. And who do I just so happen to be tugging off on the dance floor right now?”

“S-So, you’re just using me to fly you up there so you can fuck… her? You’re really gonna stand with my dick in your hand and tell me you aren’t gay.”

“Here’s the kicker, I need you nice ‘n hard for me. I’ve been trying to fuck her every single year since I saw her. Nobody knows her name. Whether she’s a hero or a villain. Nothing. But there is one rumour going around about her.”

“Which is?”

Dabi forces Hawks to look over his shoulder to him. Lips teasing over his again, a lingering ghost that he can’t seem to solidify. Dabi smirks, licking up his neck and jaw and tugging his earlobe between teeth. He snickers as he feels the hero ooze wildly. Messy boy.

“She won’t ever settle for less than two cocks. I know how bad you want my cock, but I’m gonna burn you alive if you tell me you don’t like pussy. ‘Cause I’m achin’ over here and I want that little angel to suck me off.”

“I t-think I like pussy…”

“Y’think? Aw, waaaait. Don’t tell me you’ve still got your cherry? Was this your first handjob? Your first kiss?”

“Stop it Dabi.”

“Fuuuuuck. You are. Fucking hell, you’re an honest to God cherry, even with a face like that. Why is that makin’ me so hard? Maybe I should fuck you, wanna get fucked by a villain, baby?”

“Shut the fuck up Dabi. Keep pissin’ me off and I’ll leave. Then you’ll never be able to get to her.” Hawks tells him assertively. His resolves weakens almost instantly as Dabi starts to tap the tip of his index finger against his weeping slit.

“You’re not callin’ the shots here, hero. ‘m gonna let go. You’re gonna suck my dirty finger clean. N then we’re gonna talk to her. D’ya know there’s a love hotel attached to this place? We’ll take care of your little problem.”

Dabi frees Hawks’ cock from his brutal grip. He turns him back around to face him, shoving his finger in his mouth. He hollows his cheeks as he suckles on it like a baby nursing on its mothers teat.

“Thaaaat’s it. Just like that baby.”

Well, that’s two out of the three things done that Dabi said was going to happen.

You really are an angel. You’re so much sweeter and shyer than Dabi had imagined. But the proposal of getting not one cock but two had you nodding desperately to be taken to the love hotel by them. You were like a little girl after you flew together to the ground floor. Holding your hands up to Dabi because you wanted him to carry you. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your face hid into the crook of his neck. Aw, what a sweet little baby. He knows exactly how he’s going to fuck you tonight. It pissed Hawks off, but only because he was jealous. He couldn’t deny that you were sexy as all hell and real cute too.

It was made abundantly clear by you that you had no desire to know who either of them were. It was part of the fun for you, anonymous sex. It was infuriating, instantly, that Dabi’s total attention was on you. He helped you out of that gorgeous little dress you had on but didn’t go anywhere near your mask.

“Such a cute little thing aren’t you? Gonna be cute for him, too? He’s a virgin, y’know.”

Your vision snaps to the blonde, immediately intrigued. You feel his reluctance as your lips slot against his, though it doesn’t last. You taste sweeter than sin and soon his hands are all over your body. He doesn’t know who he wants first. A thump resounds throughout the room as you drop to your knees and begin searching for Hawks’ cock.

“Aaaat. Tut tut.” Dabi chastises as he grabs your wrist and pulls you up. Hawks looks furious. Isn’t he tired of edging him yet? “My turn for that first. Lie on your back, I’ll teach him how to finger you while you suck me off.”

He helps you down onto the bed, pulling off his trousers and underwear as you lay flat on your back, he’s on his knees beside your face – perfect cock sucking distance. He instructs Hawks to come closer as he delicately spreads your legs apart, baring your entire, intricate flesh to him. You can’t see, too busy admiring Dabi’s fat cock, but Hawks is bright red. He’s overwhelmed, Dabi can see it.

“O-Oh, - fuck - ah—!” you moan as Dabi parts your pussy lips for Hawks to get a better look.

“We’re not gonna play with you until you start suckin’ this cock, angel. What’s the hold up?” Dabi enquires. You guide his member to your lips, holding firmly by the base as you suck the tip into your mouth. Oh, he’s thick. So thick your jaw already hurts. Dabi breathes out a needy whine which quickly turns into an overconfident laugh. “Now, you see this?” Dabi demonstrates to Hawks, tapping once, lightly, onto your throbbing, puffy clit.

Both of their gazes snap to you as you hum around Dabi. The minimal interaction already causing you to whine. Pretty little thing. Nothing makes Dabi harder than a needy little whore.

“Worship this. She’ll be putty in your hands. You could finger her at the same time if you wanted, look.”

Two of Dabi’s fingers plunge into your gummy, sopping walls. He curls them deliciously, already too much to handle. You’re doing your best to keep sucking, pausing for brief moments just to breathe. To adjust. But you have to release his cock from your gagging throat as he uses his thumb to rub circles into your clit.

“Ah—! Ah—! Ah—!”

“Didn’t say you could stop suckin’ me off pretty baby. C’monnnn, don’t be selfish now. Daddy wants to feel good.”

“Mmm, fuck, mmpff—!” you keen, wrapping your lips around him once more. He holds your head with his free hand to carry on guiding you, and to keep you in place if needs be. He pulls his fingers away from you, indicating that his partner in crime should take over.

Hawks ogles at your cunt bucking upwards, tremoring and pulsing at the loss of contact. Searching desperately to be fulfilled, for the feeling of sufficiently stuffed fingers to return to you.

“Nervous baby? Gorgeous, stop suckin’ for a sec. Tell daddy how bad you need him to touch your little angel parts.”

“Please, daddy, please touch me…” you pout, Dabi leans down to kiss your lips for being such a good girl. A nice reward for being a good little cock sucker and always listening to his instructions.

“Don’t wanna let her down, do you daddy? Finger her, like the good boy I know you are, come on…”

Hawks hums, licking his lips. His heart is racing. Is this really happening? His cock twitches at the sight of Dabi humping into your pliant little mouth, head thrown back in ecstasy with an unfamiliar look of submission painted on him. He’s just… happy. Really happy that’s he is finally getting head from the girl of his dreams. He’s enjoying it. He’s just enjoying it.

He does as Dabi had seconds earlier. Pushing two fingers into your eager wet heat and rubbing his thumb over your pulsing bundle of nerves. It’s nice, but it’s not enough. Your hips buck up, desperate for more. Dabi notices, hears you whining for more. He looks over to Hawks’ hand to see what the problem is, smirking instantly.

“Move your thumb, I’ll rub her. It’s okay needy baby, daddy’s gonna take care of you, hm? Gonna make this pretty pussy sing for us.” he tells you. Immediately, you’re relaxing to his touch, finding it easier to suck him sloppily while he’s making you feel so good.

“What am I doing wrong?”

“Gotta curl your fingers while you’re inside of her like this, see? She’s got a little sweet spot she needs her daddy to hit. Takin’ on too much too quick, cherry. Take your time.” Dabi informs him.

Hawks’ fingers are drenched now that Dabi is helping him pleasure you. A few little circles into your tingling clit and your pussy is like an oasis. He does as he’s told, curling his fingers inside of you again and again. Nothing. What the fuck is wrong with him? Dabi shoots him a glare. Warning him to not get frustrated. It’s not a race, just keep curling. Just keep looking.

“Ohhh—! Mmmpfff…” you moan onto Dabi’s length. He looks down and Hawks’ sticky fingers once again, enamoured by the sight of him pleasuring you.

“Such a good boy, looks like you found something.” Dabi praises. It rushes straight to his cock, and does the secondary muffled moan that vibrates in your throat. “Yeah, definitely found something. Keep goin’…”

He does. God, he does. He’s never seen anything like it when you start to shake and kick your legs like a lunatic. Dabi becomes more forceful, scolding you and putting you in your place.

“Gotta stop kickin’ like that angel. Can’t you see your daddy’s are tryna make you cum? You want that don’t you? Wanna cum all over our fingers?” Dabi explains. You nod like a child who has just been promised ice cream if they cease their temper tantrum. You do your best to keep still. But you’re so close. Fuck. So God damn close…

Hawks yanked Dabi’s face closer to his by his hair. He couldn’t hold back anymore, he needed to taste him. Their desperate moans and whimpers slip out of them as they kiss. It’s so dirty and wet. So heated and violent. Hawks wants Dabi. Hawks wants Dabi so bad.

“Being such a good boy for me. Gonna make her cum aren’t you? Worked so hard for it baby, I’ll play with the fat cock of yours after you make her cum. Okay? Can you do that for me?” Dabi asks, Hawks nods pathetically, foreheads resting against each other. He’s running out of air, out of breath, out of patience.

“Want you to cream our fingers, songbird. Wanna see what your pretty wet pussy likes when it’s all creamy for us.” Hawks tells you. Dabi kisses him again, filled to the brim with sheer pride.

And it’s enough. It’s enough to make you convulse and clamp down on Hawks’ perfectly positioned fingers. Such a pretty, gushy girl. Dabi lightly slaps your clit again and again as you writhe through your orgasm. So good. So God damn good. Prettiest pussy he’s ever seen, so obedient. So heavenly. It’s the only pussy Hawks has ever seen in person, but Dabi assures him he’ll never find another like it.

“On top babe, now. Reverse style. Gonna fuck up into this little angel cunt of yours.”

All of you change positions, doing exactly as he asked. Hawks sits by Dabi’s side, perfectly close enough for him to keep his word. He did make you cum, after all. You pull Hawks closer to you while Dabi pleasures you both with ease. Hawks’ cock is fat like a coke can. What a waste, you can barely believe he’s a virgin. You’re moaning into each other’s mouths intermittently, unable to believe one man is able to reduce you both to puddles with such ease. He’s kissing your neck and shoulders at the same time as toying with your hardened nipples.

“Twitchin’ like crazy in my hand baby, you gonna cum?” Dabi asks. Hawks pulls away from you with a spit string keeping you firmly connected so he can nod, confessing his sins, so close to blowing his load thanks to Dabi. “Better not, gotta get rid of your cherry, sweetheart. And our little baby girl likes two cocks, remember.”

“F-Fuck, Dabi, I can’t s-stop. You’re gonna make me cum all over your fingers.” Hawks admits, prompting Dabi to slow down.

“Gonna let him in this generous little pussy too, hm? Are you ready baby? Your other daddy needs to get rid of his cherry, don’t he?” Dabi hums into your ear, urging you to nod.

“N-Need another cock, daddy. Please, fuck me.” you request.

Hawks kneels in front of you, lining his oozing cock up with your already filled hole. He looks hesitant. There’s no way you can really want this, is there? It’s gonna be too much. Far too much for your tiny cunt to handle.

“Please…”

Fuck. How could he deny you? He begins to slowly push in, your eyes rolling over white is cinematic excellence. You’re doing that because of him. God. What a little whore. You really only fuck if there’s two cocks, huh? Dabi had no intention of letting you go after this, and honestly, Hawks isn’t sure if he’ll be able to either. It’s a perfect arrangement for everyone. Save for the little matter that Hawks absolutely should not be fucking around with one of the most wanted criminals in Japan. But he couldn’t help it, even if he wanted to. He’s fucking perfect.

He slides in fully, trembling above you as he comes to terms with it all. His cock resting snuggly against Dabi’s as the villain still visciously pounds against you. Your tight walls are doing a number on him too. He’s so fucking sensitive. The aggressive rub Dabi’s cock against his and the walls of your pussy bringing them even closer is making him gasp. He’s sweating uncontrollably, you’re desperate for movement but he can’t.

If he moves he’ll cum.

If he moves he’ll fucking cum.

“Give daddy a kiss baby, think he’s a lil overwhelmed by your cute little pussy.” Dabi tells you. You reach up to cup your daddy’s face, giving him a sweet kiss on the lips. He kisses back, slowly. Everything needs to be slow. So fucking slow or he’ll cum too soon. “Tell him how proud you are, doll. You’ve helped him lose his cherry. Gotta help daddy fuck you now, don’t you?”

“D-Doin’ – ahhhh fuck, daddy – doin’ so well daddy. Please, please move. Need you to fuck me. So proud o’ you daddy please fuck me stupid!”

And he tries, God, does he fucking try. He humps into you, lips locked with yours as he does. But a few pathetic humps and he’s whimpering into your mouth like a teenager jerking off for the first time. Dabi feels his cock get coated in his friend’s cream and the same can be said for your bumpy inner walls.

“You fuckin’ virgin. Ruined mine and baby’s fun.”

“N-No, please daddy, don’t stop.” you beg Dabi, eager to reach your high.

“Stop whining sweetheart, gonna give it t’ya.” he turns you around so that you’re riding him cowgirl. Hawks gets up so he can pick up his clothes and dress himself, he’s lost total interest in the two of you furiously chasing your orgasms. “Hope you can forgive daddy, was his first time after all. He’s gonna fuck you so good next time, just needs a little recharge. Isn’t that right, daddy.” Dabi states, tilting his neck to look Hawks in the eye with stabbing contempt. Hawks nods, followed by an affirmation. When will he ever say no to Dabi?

“P-Pleaaaaase, daddy. G’na cum,”

“Doin a real number on your daddy’s cocks tonight gorgeous, such a pretty pussy made of gold dust. Gonna make us both cum buckets inside that tight cunt.”

And that’s it. The final link of the chain snapping in your core. And Dabi has never felt anything like it as your pussy sucks and squeezes the life out of his cock. And it’s spent. He shoots sperm into you by the truckload and you have never felt so satisfied to have two deposits of cum inside of you. His veins are pulsing as you keep on clenching him through your own high. His moans are mesmerising. You wipe his hair out of his face, hair stuck down on his sticky forehead before kissing him through the remainder of your tidal waves and the aftershocks of your arrival.

He sparks up a cigarette to enjoy in his post orgasm glow, looking at the two of you like you’re beneath him. You are, to him, because he knows he’s the best fuck either of you will ever have. He’s set a standard, now, and you’ll both keep coming back for more.

“Take it easy for a while kiddos,” he speaks, inhaling and exhaling a fat plume of tarring smoke, “I need you both well rested ‘n ready for round two. We gotta get rid of your cherry for real next time.”

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I Pick a Tail Number and We Could Be Tourists

part eleven | masterlist | part thirteen

Yuuji Itadori x f!reader x Megumi Fushiguro

Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: University AU, all characters aged up. Two people who don’t really like each other stranded in a coastal town, what can go wrong :p Warnings: 18+, alcohol consumption, arguing, name calling, strong language lmao, PG chapter tbh! Words: 9.2k

Megumi didn’t wait for you as he re-entered the aquarium and you had to work double time to keep up with his brisk strides. He said that you should go inside together so you could figure out this mess you found yourselves in; and yet it sure feels like he’s trying to leave you behind. He only slows down when he starts to text, which of course, piques your interest. It’s probably his dad or his sister, letting them know what happened and asking for a ride. He comes to a complete stop as you arrive at the café. Megumi pulls out a chair, he intended it to be for himself, but when he looked up and noticed your worried gaze, he gestured it to you and took another seat.

You must look terrified if even Megumi is showing you that much kindness.

“Are you texting Toji?” you ask him, and he scoffs immediately.

“No? Why would I?”

“Because we are fucking stranded and you said we were going to plan what we are going to do!” you whisper-shout at him, doing all you can to remain level-headed and keep your fury to a minimum. You’re so overwhelmed and angry you know the smallest push will have you freefalling into tears.

“I’m gonna call that asshole teacher of ours and see if they can turn around.” Megumi tells you, scrolling through his phone until he lands on your lecturer’s phone number. You hear a faint ringing through the speaker again and again. A vision of rage flares across Megumi’s features as the ringing goes to voicemail.

“Call Toji!” you demand. It prompts Megumi to kiss his teeth and roll his eyes to look at you, he studies your body language and expression, and he has to hold back a smile when he sees how serious you are. “Or I will.” the threat causes Megumi’s vague amusement to fade into annoyance as he adjusts his seating position to sit up straight.

“Go on then.” he challenges, moodily. He crosses a leg over his knee and slouches more in his seat, avoiding eye contact with you as he proceeds to play on his phone and ignore the gravity of the situation you’ve found yourself in. You tut, quickly finding Toji’s name in your contacts and dialling.

Ring… Ring… Ring…

“What did he do?” he huffs, answering the phone sounding a little out of breath.

“N-Nothing, Toji. Well he, I guess he—“

“What? What’s going on, princess?”

Megumi’s eyes are burning into yours as he warns you to choose your next words carefully. Part of you wants to protect him; you aren’t sure if it’s out of guilt for your tattling earlier this morning or if it’s out of fear for what he’ll do to you. Your mouth hangs open as you consider, and then turns to a smile that you’ll hope Toji will hear through the phone.

“He’s been fine. But, uh, we missed the bus home.”

“Was it his fault?”

“W-Well, umm…”

“Just tell me sweetheart. Was it his fault you missed the bus?” he questions, a stern, authoritative tone in his speech. You do all you can to remain composed and not expose yourself to Megumi. A small little gulp travels down your throat as you find the confidence to croak out a singular word.

“Technically…”

“Put him on.”

“But—”

“Put him on the phone right now.”

He’s never spoken to you like that before. It was a condensed version of how you hear him address Megumi. You quickly hand the phone to his son and hear a quiet ‘for fuck sake’ under his breath as he presses your phone to his ear. He looks cute, you think, with a pink love heart phone case on the side of his head. With this and the colouring book, you’re starting to think he’s not all bad. Maybe he even has a softer side. He at least has a sort of nice side if today is anything to go by. You’re brought out of your soft ideation as you see a vein bulge against Megumi’s temple and his teeth grit whilst his father screams bloody murder at him down the phone. Even without speaker phone turned on, you can still hear him.

“Enough!” Megumi bites back, finally, and Toji actually pipes down once he hears his son snap. “Can you come get us or not?” he hisses through his teeth. His eyes bulge open as he hears a response he hadn’t expected. “What do you mean no? Where the fuck are you right now? It’s loud.”

“I mean no, shithead. I’ll talk to you about it later, I can’t get you though. I’m sorry, kid. Tsumiki is at work too so she can’t.” Toji tells him. Megumi sighs and shakes his head in your direction. It’s odd, you think, considering Toji said he’d drop anything and everything to rescue you if needed be. But you suppose things happen, life gets in the way, it can’t be helped. You know he would if he could. “Give her the phone back.”

He does, holding it out for you to take. He gets up, trudging towards the barista to avoid listening to whatever his father is going to say to you.

“I’m so so sorry I can’t come get you baby. You’re a credit card kid though, right? I’ll be able to wire you the money tomorrow if you wanna get a cab back. It’s only fair I fucking pay since it’s my dumb kids fault.”

“Three hours in a cab? I can’t, I’m not really talking to my parents right now and I’d feel obliged to if I spent that much money on their card.” you tell him. He nods, despite you being unable to see it. He understands. “Megumi’s gonna try and ring our teacher again, maybe they’ll come back for us.”

“Yeah, maybe.” he responds, “I know it isn’t ideal but… if there’s no one else, maybe you could book a hotel room for the night or something?”

“Oh! Absolutely not!” you reply. The chipper tone in your voice with such a funny answer makes him snicker down the phone. “I’ve just remembered Gojo exists, I’ll call him!” you beam, impressed with yourself as the idea strikes you.

“N-No, princess, wait—!”

“Bye Toji!” you hang up, albeit a little guiltily. But you waste no time searching your contacts for Gojo.

You jump a little when you hear the sound of glass thump against the table you’re sitting at. He got you and himself milkshakes. Banana for you and strawberry for him. There’s something quite endearing about Megumi and the colour pink.

“Thanks. Did you know banana is my favourite or was it a guess?”

“I’m gonna try that fucking idiot teacher again.” Megumi speaks, totally ignoring your question. There’s no way he could have known it was your favourite, you’ve never told him and you doubt Yuuji had. He gets up and walks away from the table as he listens to the mind-numbing ring of his phone attempting to connect him.

Your call to Gojo is useless. His smarmy voice immediately grates on you as he asks how you got yourself in such a predicament. It only edges his theory more that you have a thing for Megumi now that you’re stuck with him. And you are stuck, since he’s also unable to help.

“Didn’t think you’d need me today so I’m out of town. How about your favourite Papaguro?” he taunts.

“He can’t. I don’t know what he’s doing but he said he can’t.” you tell him, coldly, hoping your tone of voice will quell his curiosity and put an end to his teasing.

“Oh really? How interesting. Let me talk to Megumi—”

“Goodbye, Gojo.” you cut him off before he can continue anymore. Your blood is boiling, but you manage to relax as you see a stream of texts from Toji begging you not to call Gojo. Oops.

Megumi returns, tossing his phone onto the table. You think if he fell into his seat any harder he might have put a hole through the floor. He looks furious. A face like thunder and his arms folded across his chest. His foot begins tapping against the floor speedily, almost like a tick of some sort and soon it travels up his leg so that he’s bouncing it. You don’t stare, but you look over to him wondering when he’ll be ready to talk. He looks at you when you lean forward to sip the straw of your milkshake.

“I thought it was weird that they left without us,” he starts, copying your actions and slurping the pink liquid he purchased through his straw. “Whenever I’ve been on trips in the past. They say a certain time to be back, but they never actually leave until everyone is accounted for on the bus.”

“Right. But this isn’t like school, we’re adults. It’s university. So they don’t fuck around when it comes to this stuff, I guess.” you respond. He shakes his head though, disregarding your statement.

“I went on a trip with my old university and they waited for a bunch of mature students who were late back to the bus. Like, thirty minutes late. They don’t leave students behind on trips, ever. Unless…”

“Unless?”

“Guess what that useless excuse for an educator just told me.” Megumi smirked. You shook your head, giving up on his little game before you’d even begun. You saw his eyes roll over white before he leaned in closer to you across the table, his chest almost spilling his milkshake over. “Apparently I sent a text to those stupid ugly girls telling them that we caught a ride home from Toji. And that idiot believed them.”

“Did you?”

“What?”

“Did you text them, Megumi? Because this seems like something you’d definitely do to try and fuck with me.”

“Don’t be dense. I’m not fucking with you anymore, am I? If I was fucking with you I would have left you here alone.” he assured you. You nodded, finding his explanation believable enough to dispel any doubt. You’re at least glad he isn’t angry with you for doubting him; he’s given you more than enough reasons to, after all. “How was your call with Gojo?”

“It’s a no-go,” you smile. You even manage to coax a little smirk out of Megumi as well. “He’s out of town, busy. And I assume a charming boy such as yourself doesn’t have any friends who could get us.”

“I assume the girl who pissed herself at Independent doesn’t have any friends either.” he bites back. He scrunches his eyes as soon as the words leave his mouth. Regret, you deduce. You look away from him to stop yourself from crying, and you know he won’t apologise to you for saying it.

Keep it together. Don’t let him see you cry.

“Call your parents.” Megumi demands.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I said no. I’m not fucking talking to them and you’re not going to bully me into doing it. Especially after what you just said. I cannot believe I thought—”

“Don’t fucking start. Sorry, alright? Just slipped out.” he mumbles, and you huff out a sigh. It’s a huge deal, honestly. You didn’t think he was capable of apologising. Hell, you didn’t even know he knew the word sorry. You shake your head, dismissing him and his bullshit as you try and come to terms with your situation. “No Toji or Gojo or bus coming back. No cab. No friends. What’s left, O’Keeffe?”

“I- Toji suggested something but I said no to that, too.” you hesitate to tell him. He looks at you, curiously, waiting for you to elaborate. A scoff escapes you as you recall the idea and debate on telling him or not. It can’t hurt to mention it, you suppose. “A hotel.”

“He’s smart sometimes, I’ll give him that. Why did you say no?”

“I don’t want to stay here any longer than necessary with you, let alone share a room.” you tell him bluntly, and he laughs at your brazenness. He catches himself, though, his face returning to the stoic expression it’s used to. He can’t let you think he finds you funny.

“Why would we share? The rooms will be dirt cheap. It might not be what you want to hear, but, we’re stuck here for tonight at least.” he tells you. And unfortunately, you’re starting to think he’s right. You’re shit out of luck. There’s no escape from him and you are stranded in town until someone can come and get you both. Of course, the reasonable thing to do would be to call your parents and just get over your petty grudge and talk to them. But it wasn’t a viable option.

You can’t.

You just can’t.

You pull your laptop out of your bag and connect with the hotspot on your phone. Megumi is squinting incredulously. As if you’re the type to come up with evil plots and schemes.

“I’m looking up hotels in town, apparently there’s only three. Do you want to call?” you wonder. He grabs your laptop and turns it to face him, dialling the number for the first hotel. You start calling the second and it rings for an awfully long time.

“This one’s fully booked, give me the last one.” he demands, you turn your screen for him to see and he attempts the next number.

“Oh hello, I was wondering if you had any rooms available for—”

You’re cut off by the most unwelcome answer you could have possibly imagined. The look on Megumi’s face is telling you that he doesn’t have a much better answer for you either. His teeth are grinding and his face is almost completely red. Instead of one bulging forehead vein you think you can see three of them.

“No rooms.”

Fuck.

“I— We’ll take it. Is it okay if we pay on site? I’m not sure how many days… Yeah, sure. That’s fine, uh, Fushiguro for the booking, I guess. Thanks so much.” you sigh, hanging up the phone.

“Nice one, O’Keeffe. And you’re putting it in my name so Toji has to pay, real smart. At least we’ll have our rooms for the night and we can get some—”

“Our room.” you correct him.

“What?”

“They only had one fucking room available for us.”

“No.”

“It’s two double beds so it’s not like we’re sharing. Listen, I’m not thrilled about it either, Megumi.” you snipe at him, unwilling to tolerate his attitude when you’re already in a foul mood.

“If you weren’t being such a petty, stuck up, bitch, your parents could have—”

“You can eat shit along with my parents. Fuck this,” you moan, standing to your feet and heading for the exit. You’re quickly stabbing the letters of the address into Google Maps so you can walk your way to your hotel. Megumi knows he’s going to have to catch up with you at some point, but he’s a stubborn son of a bitch. Unable to admit defeat or appear weak. But he is at fault for everything. He is the one that got you both into this mess and he is the one that keeps pushing your fucking buttons.

He does get up, though. It takes him a while to see you when he gets outside into the pouring rain. But when he does, it doesn’t take long to reach you. And almost as if to protect his fragile masculinity, he deems it necessary to overtake you like he’s leading the way. Guiding you to safety.

He doesn’t even know where he’s going, looking over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure he’s going the right way. He stops at an intersection looking completely out of his depth. You don’t help him, though, if he’s so insistent on leading the way then he can take it from here. You don’t mind catching hypothermia in pursuit of proving a petty point.

His eyes wander around. And suddenly they settle. He knows he’s lost and clueless about what he’s doing. But ever the bullshitting shit-head, he comes up with a valid excuse for a pause in the journey.

“Should we get some clothes?” he asks. You scrunch your face up, not understanding why such a random question left his lips. He points in the direction of a department store, hoping to clarify his reasoning. “We only have what we came in and we’re drenched. I hope you aren’t planning on sleeping naked since we’re sharing a room.”

You suppose he has a point.

“Fine. Let’s go, I’m not buying your shit, though.”

“Bank of Toji, O’Keeffe. A pair of piece of shit credit card kids stranded in the middle of nowhere. Classic.”

“I’m not a piece of shit credit card kid, Megumi.” you inform him.

“Oh yeah? Who’s paying for that cosy little love den again. You and Yuuji must be working so hard to pay the bills.”

That shuts you up fairly quickly. Maybe he’s right. Are you really nothing but a trust fund baby? A useless girl who can’t get by without help from her parents. You never thought about it before, but it seems that way the more you think about it. They’re the only reason you’re able to spend as much as you want at the drop of a hat. They’re the only reason you have a nice house to live in instead of a gross little shoebox dorm room while you’re studying. Megumi is a lot of things. A lot of awful things you couldn’t even begin to list. But it’s not often that he lies. And it’s even rarer that he’s wrong.

The store is nothing special. It’s nice and cheap which makes you feel real good inside. You may be spending your parents’ money, but at least it isn’t anything for them to call you up about. You pick out a few outfits and some pyjamas to wear in the hotel room. You look over one of the clothes rails and see Megumi flirting with one of the shop assistants. You feel hot all of a sudden. Angry. Why is he fucking flirting with her? Is now really the time to be doing this? He’s acting like everything is fine. Normal. Like you aren’t stuck here for however long.

You aren’t sure why, but something snaps in you. Before you can even ask yourself if it’s a good idea you’re marching up towards the girl and Megumi, rudely intercepting their conversation.

“I’m done buying stuff. Have you got everything?” you ask him.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t— Is this your girlfriend?” she asks. You scoff quickly and Megumi laughs at her assumption.

“Long story. Here, babe,” he smirks as he holds her hand and pulls a biro out of his back pocket. He scribbles his phone number on the top of her hand and winks at her. “Might be in town for a few days, call me up if you wanna have some fun.”

“Ugh.” you mutter, earning an elbow in the ribs from him.

“O-Okay, Megumi. I’ll call you. And nice to meet you, uh—”

“Bye.” you speak, assuming she was about to ask your name. You had no intention of giving it to her and watching them drool over each other for a second longer. “Not very professional of you, is it? Flirting with customers?” you tell her as you walk towards the checkout counter. She scoffs lightly, looking at Megumi for reassurance. He does nothing but laugh, shrugging his shoulders as he walks after you. He’s silent for a while as he watches the woman at the counter ring up your purchases. You’ve got a face like thunder and he can’t even begin to describe how amused he feels. He waits for you to pick up your shopping bags before putting his own clothes down and waiting for the same service.

“What’s wrong with your face?” he asks you.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re pissed. Clearly. But I’ve never seen you look like that before. Is it…”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Jealousy?”

“You’re a fucking idiot. I’m not jealous. I don’t want you bringing girls back to our hotel room and listening to you cum in thirty seconds and think you’re impressive.”

“Right.”

He picks up his bags and heads for the exit. You know he’s winding you up on purpose when he winks at the girl again. It’s like he’s pouring salt and vinegar into a wound just to see how long it will take you to scream. You’re already fragile. Vulnerable. Lonely. He’s treating you as if you’re some social experiment to see how much he can get away with. He knows it’s a lot. He’s put you through a lot already.

What else is left?

You finally made it to the hotel. Megumi had given in and decided to let you show him the way while he attempted to get through to his dad again. It took a few calls until he answered. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary either, both of them yelling and getting angry at each other until they finally got down to what they needed to talk about. Paying the front desk. He handed the phone to the man checking you in while he took down his card details.

“Could you speak up, sir? It’s a little loud.” he requested.

“I said that earlier. Where the fuck is he?” Megumi wondered, facing you. You shrug your shoulders, assuming he didn’t actually expect you to answer. How were you meant to know? It’s not like you were in cahoots with Toji just because he had an attentive interest in you and your wellbeing. Megumi might annoying the life out of you and make your life hell at any opportunity, but you’re not the type of girl to keep information from him just to get the upper hand.

“All sorted. We’ve got his details, enjoy your stay.”

“Can I ask why it’s so busy? I noticed a lot of uh… interesting clothes at the store. And this was the only hotel with a room, is there a reason?” you ask him.

“It’s our big town festival this weekend. The anniversary of its founding. We get dressed up in gaudy clothes. Hold a parade. A beach party. Don’t be fooled by the weather, it’ll be scorching for the parade.”

“We need the key to the room.” Megumi states, bluntly. Clearly not giving two shits about the upcoming festival. The man nods and holds the key out to him.

“There’s a shop around the corner that sell condoms and lube.” he tells you both.

“He’s NOT my fucking boyfriend!” you yell, storming towards the stairs with your bags. Megumi laughs, again, saying goodbye to the receptionist as he follows after you. “The fuck do I look like? As if I’d date someone like him.” you mumble to yourself.

“You’re gonna hurt my feelings.” Megumi teases. You ignore him. Picking up the pace and running up the stairs so you can escape him. You know you need him to unlock the door to the room, but you need at least a few seconds of peace from him. You can’t stand it. You can’t stand him.

He doesn’t chase you. He doesn’t pester you anymore. You rest your back against the wall beside the door to your room as you wait for him. You’re almost at your breaking point. You can feel it brewing. Your chest is aching and your mouth is filling with water. You can even feel your jaw begin to ache. What could you have done to deserve this?

Megumi arrives and doesn’t say a word. You’re thankful. You aren’t sure if he’s doing it for his benefit or yours. Does he know if he prods at your sensitive skin any more you’ll crumble to dust?

The room is quaint. You take the bed closest to the bathroom; leaving the one nearest to the window to him. Both of you drop your bags on each of your beds. He’s pacing around a little while you sit on the mattress. Looking around is getting to you. This is real. You’re really stuck in a fucking hotel room with Megumi Fushiguro. What would Yuuji think if he could see you now? What were you fucking thinking by giving him the benefit of the doubt? Maybe you’d have been better off if you let those girls bully you on the coach and harass you in the art gallery. At least you’d be on your way home. At least you wouldn’t be stuck with him.

The spiralling thoughts in your mind are the final straw. You burst into tears and you couldn’t be anymore humiliated if you tried. Megumi looks over his shoulder to see you sobbing. He feels awkward. He’s not used to seeing anyone get emotional, let alone you. He’s only seen you like this because of him. And he can’t deny that this is his fault as well. So, why can’t he find it in him to feel bad?

He goes in the bathroom and picks up some toilet roll for you. He doesn’t hand it to you, though. He just throws it at you. It makes you laugh a little. It’s just so him. You have to admit despite his obscure approach, he’s really been trying with you since the coach trip. You get yourself a handful of toilet roll and start dabbing it at your cheeks.

“Why did you do this to me, Megumi?” you ask so quietly it’s barely audible. “You keep fucking with me. And… this was without trying. Or was it planned?”

“Shut up. What good is this doing, huh? We’re in this, now, there isn’t shit we can do about it so suck it up.”

“You walked out of the aquarium and fucked everything up. You said you were going to piss but you were outside on the phone! Who was it? Tell me!”

“I won’t tell you again, princess. No business of yours so shut your fucking mouth.”

“It is my business when you get me into a situation like this because of it. You made this happen. And now you’re planning fucking dates and doing all that you can to make this experience even more miserable than it already is!” you yell, eyes and nose running quicker than you can keep up with. You must look a total mess and it’s making you even more embarrassed. It’s just more ammunition to fuel him with. More he can hold over your head and make you feel shit for.

“Who I’m on the phone with is my business. Who I go on dates with is my fucking business. Stop being a bitch. Are you on your fucking period? You’re so quick to shut down any chance of you being my girlfriend but you’re acting like you are since you’re being a nagging cunt.”

“Megumi—”

“Shut up.”

“Please… Please, don’t bring her back here.” you beg quietly. It makes him huff in annoyance as he turns away from you. You see him shaking as he grabs hold of the wooden dressing table as he tries to stabilise himself. “You at least owe me that, Megumi. You’ve done so many fucked up things. Unforgivable things, but here we are. I’m… I’m sobbing in a hotel room that I’m sharing with you. I’ve never asked you for anything other than to stop bullying me. But please, please don’t bring her here.”

You see his eyes screw shut in the mirror. He’s biting his lower lip as he thinks everything through. You’re right. He knows you’re right. There’s an awful lot that he’s done to you and you’ve forgiven him without him even saying sorry. It shows how big of a person you are. How kind and sweet and genuine you are. But he doesn’t care. He just doesn’t fucking care. Why does he get such a kick out of making you suffer? There’s something so enthralling and hypnotic about you that he can’t get over. You’re always in his fucking head and even seeing you bawl your eyes out he can’t find it in him to feel bad.

“FUCK!” he shouts, angrily trudging over to his bed to pick up one of the bags. It’s the bag he held up earlier outside of the aquarium when you finally found each other. You never got a chance to ask what was in it. It had the logo for the aquarium on it, but you were too distraught and angry to question what he had purchased. “Here.” he speaks, hurtling the bag towards you. You duck out of the way before it can hit you.

“Megumi!” you yell back, wiping your tears with your hands as your eyes widen in anger at him. He’s not paying attention though. Searching through his pockets for a cigarette and heading towards the exit.

“Goin’ for a smoke. Sick of the sight of your miserable fuckin’ face.” he tells you, slamming the door behind him. You throw yourself backwards so that your head is in the pillows. You’ve never felt so alone as you practically wail into the desolate hotel room. What you’d give to have Toji pick you up right now and take you home. To tell Megumi off for being so cruel to you again. Or even just to have Yuuji hold you in his arms. You’d kill to hear his voice. Hell. You’d even settle for a text at this point. Why is he avoiding you?

You manage to calm yourself down the longer Megumi is gone from the room. Deep breaths. One. Two. Three. Four. You get up and look at yourself in the mirror. You’re thankful you packed some of your makeup into your tote bag for emergencies. Your face is a mess, you look like you’ve just been dumped on your wedding day. You decide to go to the bathroom to rinse it off completely. The cold water splashing on your face almost stops your heart. But once your face is clear, you dab the water dripping down with a towel.

As you steady your breathing and run your fingers through your hair once you leave the bathroom, the bag that Megumi tossed at you catches your eye. He threw it like it was yours. But you didn’t get anything from the aquarium. You’re approaching it like it’s a fucking bomb. He’s probably put insects in it to bite you or filled it with something else equally disgusting. But you can’t help having a curious nature. The bag is light when you pick it up. A single tear rolls down your face when you look inside.

“Oh, Megumi…” you sigh.

It’s the shark. The shark plushie from the aquarium you thought was so adorable. It doesn’t excuse everything he’s done. Anything he’s done, actually. It certainly wasn’t worth being late for the bus. It wasn’t worth you being stuck in this hotel room. It didn’t excuse everything he’d done and how he treated you in the past. But you can’t help but wonder how different things could be if he had shown this side of him from the start.

You get cosy in bed and cuddle your shark. You decide to name him Gerald. He’s softer than you remember him being in the gift shop, and that is by no means a complaint. It’s such a nice feeling to have something so adorable and squishy to hold.

There is a split second you think your heart might have actually stopped when you hear Megumi open the door. You jump out of your skin but remain comfortable lying under the covers of your bed. He walks in, chuckling, when he sees you. He shakes his hand through his hair, messy water droplets falling from the ends.

“Thank you for Gerald, I love him.”

“S’not a gift, you owe me for him,” he tells you. At that, you sit up. Wide eyed and humiliated that you actually thought he’d do something so nice for you. You set down Gerald and open up the quilt to go and get your purse. “It was a joke. Gerald, huh?”

“Yeah, I don’t know. People names on animals is funny, I guess.” you answer. He nods lazily, like he isn’t fully committing to agreeing with your opinion. He throws his jacket to the ground and sits on top of his own bed. “Why did you do this for me?”

“I saw you left him when I went back to find you.” he speaks, “I- you seemed like you really wanted it so I just got it for you. That’s it. You’re welcome.” he finishes, leaning backwards on his elbows as he stares you down. It’s incredible how uneasy you can feel in such an instant whenever those intimidating green eyes study you. It’s like you forget how to breathe. How to be. How should you act when you’re worrying whether or not every action you take may be used against you? “I’d… look, I have a lot of thoughts and I just can’t say them without feeling stupid.”

“I don’t think you’re stupid, Megumi. You’re just a dick.” you laugh, and he laughs back. You aren’t wrong. “I’m scared of you, I don’t think I’ll ever get over that feeling with you. You’re compelling. Forceful. Dominant. It scares the shit out of me, but getting me a plushie… standing up for me with those girls… colouring a fucking kids book in with me. They’re such kind, human things I didn’t expect you to be capable of.”

“Human? Do you think I’m a monster?”

“Sometimes. Most of the time, Megumi. You became a monster under my bed that kept me up at night.” you tell him. He shakes his head at that. You can’t decipher whether it’s self-reflection or disregard of your statement. Maybe he thinks you’re just being dramatic. “I don’t know what we are right now but I’d never think you’re stupid. So, if there’s anything you want to talk to me about or tell me I won’t… I won’t judge you for it. But if you want to keep it to yourself that’s fine too. Thanks for giving me a gift.”

“The girl from the store sent me a text. She asked if I want to go on a date tonight.” he admits. The admission takes you aback slightly, not expecting that to be the thought he was wanting to speak of.

“O-Oh.”

“I’m not bringing her back here. You’re right, I owe you that much. And I… I told her I can’t go on a date, ever.”

“Why?”

“’Cause it’s my fault we’re stuck here so I shouldn’t leave you alone, right? You’re fucking me up, O’Keeffe. Got me growin’ a fucking conscience suddenly.” he complains, but it makes you smile.

“I can look after myself, you know. Don’t let me stand in the way of you getting a nut.” you smile. He shakes his head putting another cigarette between his lips. He only left the room to smoke because he wanted space and to give you the same, not because it’s a rule of the hotel. There’s even an ashtray on his bedside table for him.

“Don’t care if you can or not. I don’t want to see her, anyway. I wanna go out with you.” he tells you.

“I’m sorry?”

“Get ready. The receptionist told me there’s a bowling alley nearby, ‘m not sulking in this shit hole room all night so get dressed.”

He’s a little jealous that he didn’t think of your genius idea of buying a raincoat. He did buy an umbrella, though, not that it did much to protect his new clothes or his hair. The bowling alley is a fifteen-minute walk away from the hotel. You’re glad you had opted to wear your favourite trainers instead of a pair of heels for your trip. Walking around today had been a breeze. And you were both hoping this would be the type of bowling alley that allows you to wear your own shoes.

You’ve always enjoyed places like this. Arcades that are dark with neon lighting. You look over to the pins while Megumi pays for your lane and see an assortment of neon-coloured pins.

“Could we have a lane with pink pins, please?” you ask, sweetly. Megumi looks up from the card machine to grimace at you. But the man nods kindly, agreeing to your request.

You’re guided to the furthest lane away, right next to the wall. The desire to take a few pictures is too strong to ignore. Megumi scoffs but doesn’t comment. You get a few snaps of him while he’s entering your names into the system. It shocks you that he’s letting you go first. There might be a gentlemanly side to him, after all.

“Do you need the sides up?” he asks, patronisingly.

“Don’t be a dick about it. Yes, please.” you respond. He rolls his eyes but does as you ask. The sides come up for you to take your turn, and they’ll retreat for his. “Ah this is so cool! I didn’t know lanes could do this now.”

“Hurry up and take your turn. Does princess need a pink ball to match her pink pins?” he questions. Whenever you bowl, you always choose the lightest weight. Either a six or an eight. There’s only an eight here and it’s a hideous lime green colour. But it’s fine. You watch the ball zig zag off the sides before knocking down seven pins. “Not bad.” he hums. You saunter back to the bowling balls and pick up another. You only manage to hit one ball, but it’s one more than you had expected.

“You’re up, Fushiguro. See if you can beat that.” you tease, sticking your tongue out.

He swaggers over to the machine with as much confidence as an A-lister. He picks up the heaviest, pink, ball with ease. He raises his eyebrows twice in quick succession, like he’s gloating he got to use a pink ball and you didn’t. He poses triumphantly before he’s even rolled the ball. Like he’s some sort of fucking pro.

The ball flies from his hand and skids down the lane quicker than you can blink. It doesn’t roll until it connects with the centre pin. One of his legs is dramatically behind the other, a position he chooses to hold until he sees each and every pin knock down.

Megumi turns around and grins at you, smirking with pride and the state of shock your face is currently displaying. You point to the lane and then back to him as your words get jumbled in your mouth. He lazily points back at you, a fake look of contemplation overcoming him.

“So, out of curiosity, do you think I beat that?” he teases. He takes a seat and waits for you to take your next turn, casually looking through the drinks menu that had been left for you both to peruse.

“Are you some sort of bowling prodigy?”

“Nah.”

That’s it. That’s all he’s giving you as he orders himself a beer on the screen menu. He orders a drink for you, too, though he doesn’t tell you that. You take your turn again and manage to somehow get a spare.

By the time your drinks come he’s taking his next turn. You’re surprised that he ordered you a strawberry and lime cider, but it isn’t unwelcome. Maybe he’s trying to get you drunk so he wins even easier than he already is. He comes back, swigging his beer and silently gloating about his second strike of the evening.

“Thanks for the drink.” you smile. He nods and he drinks, his Adam’s apple bobbing dramatically with each glug of his beer. “Are those strikes just luck, then?”

“Does it matter?”

“A little, I guess. Did you just bring me here so you could feel superior?”

“Take your fuckin’ turn. You need to get it into that thick head of yours that not everything I do is about you.” he speaks sternly. It feels like you’re five years old being scolded by your parents. You tuck your hair behind your ears and get up to bowl again. You’re elated when your ball zig zags perfectly enough to earn a strike. It fills you with false confidence, a belief that you might actually be able to keep up with Megumi.

You sit and sip your drink as you watch him take another turn. He lets his head loll backwards as he exhales in annoyance.

“Unlucky.” you mock, as he cranes his head to face you. A split. He manages to get two out of the three pins left standing. You wonder for a split second if he might have done it on purpose to placate you, and then you remember who you’re dealing with.

As tense as the atmosphere seems to be between the two of you, you’re managing to make fun for yourself. The music is loud, something you’d hear in a nightclub. You can’t help but shake your hips whenever you get up to roll. You drink your cider a little quicker than intended and you start ordering more. They go down smoother than water and your turns become messier. It’s going to be an easy win for Megumi, but it doesn’t stop either of you trying.

“Let’s go again!” you yell before gasping when you realise what song is playing. Love Myself, by Hailee Steinfeld. “I LOVE ME! GONNA LOVE MY—”

“That’s enough,” Megumi interrupts as he yanks you away from the lane. He’s holding your hand impossibly tight, guiding you in the direction of the exit. You can tell he’s embarrassed but your tipsy mind decides it’s a good idea to keep pushing his buttons anyway.

“Aw, Megs, don’tcha wanna teach me how to bowl? Since you’re such an expert?”

“I- I don’t want to do that. Shut up, we’re going home.”

“I wish we were going home. You fucking idiot. Letting us get stranded here because you had such an important fucking phone call that’s such a big God damn secret.”

“Oh for crying out fucking loud.” he says, stopping in the middle of an alleyway he decided to take to save time. “You’re so lucky you’re you right now, you have no fucking idea.”

“W-What does that mean?”

“I hate you. I hate you nagging and bitching in my ear constantly. But most of all I hate how pathetically weak you are. I could leave you here, you know. In the middle of this shady alley to let whatever piece of shit do whatever the hell he wants with you. And I’d sleep just fine. Do you understand? I despise you.”

“But you’ve been so—”

“So nice? The only reason I’m not gonna do that is because you’re you. Let me say it simply enough for your stupid little mind to understand. I don’t wanna deal with your family, my family, Gojo, and fucking Yuuji jumping down my neck because I left a spoilt bitch to rot in the middle of nowhere.”

“You’ll never change, will you? Why do you keep doing this to me?”

“Enough.” he hisses, clenching your wrist and pulling you out of the dingy alleyway and back onto the main roads. The streetlights glittering as rain lashes down across the yellow bulbs. You’re crying, again. You probably would have been able to hold it together if you were in your own sober mind.

How could you be so stupid? After what he did to you last time there was alcohol involved, you’re such an idiot for letting your guard down for a second around him. Granted, he didn’t do anything particularly evil to you. But he definitely has a way with words that make you feel like you’re a speck of dust in the grand scheme of the universe.

You’re nothing.

He shoves you into the hotel room ahead of him and slams the door behind himself. The hideous flickering fluorescent lights are making you feel sick. You’re wobbling on your feet without Megumi guiding and supporting you. You begin to lean, to slope. Your feet are staggering until finally you collapse onto the ground.

“You are a fucking embarrassment. Get up. You need to sleep this off.” he demands. You get onto your hands and knees and start crawling towards your shopping bags searching for your pyjamas. He watches as you feebly rifle through them before he gets sick and helps you. He pulls out the purple fluffy vest and shorts you purchased and throws them in your face. “I didn’t have you down as being such a lightweight. It’s hard to watch, should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Didn’t use—”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t used to be, Megumi… I haven’t touched a drop since you…”

You begin to sob as you think about what a fool you’re making of yourself in front of your bully. It humbles him, though, hearing the reason you couldn’t hold your alcohol is another thing that’s down to him. He almost feels sorry for you. It’s enough for him to help you to your feet and lead you into the bathroom to get dressed in private.

“Fuck!” you yell, knocking over a multitude of complimentary bathroom products as you stumble to the ground yet again. Megumi rushes in to see you on the floor, still fully dressed and struggling to get your clothes off. You’re sobbing, now, face shining with sticky tears and regrets. “Megumi, I can’t—”

“Alright.” he picks up your pyjamas and sits on the ground with you, pulling you between his legs. Your shirt is lifted over your head for you before he replaces it with your new soft vest. “Bra on or off?” he questions.

“O-Off, please.” you answer. His hands slip under your vest as he unhooks it. He pulls down the straps and reaches around your front and under your clothes again. It’s awkward. Intimate. But he doesn’t cop a feel. He’s being a genuine help to you. Yanking away your black bra and tossing it aside. “Thank y-you.”

He stands up and helps you to your feet as well. You’re forcibly turned to face him as he undoes the button on your jeans and pulls down the zipper. He turns you again to pull them down to your ankles.

“Do you sleep with your panties on or off?”

“Um, I—”

“I won’t look, just want you to get ready for bed.”

“Off…” you sigh, nervously. You look over your shoulder and see him nod. He keeps his gazed fixed on the bathroom tiles as he hooks his fingers into your simple black thong. They’re pulled down so you can step out of them and into the purple shorts. You wiggle your hips so he can put them onto you comfortably. You’ve still got socks on. You’d managed to force your trainers off when you fell over next to your bed, but who knows if you were able to keep them together.

Megumi stands up and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you to your bed and throwing you onto the mattress. He takes your socks off for you and tucks them into your trainers, leaving the beside the door to the hotel for you to find tomorrow.

“Under the covers.” he instructs, and you obey.

“Why are you so… it’s like you’re two different people.”

He ignores you, tucking you in until you look comfy enough. You’re cuddling Gerald and he hates the way his heart flutters when he sees how sweet you look with the gift that he got you. What the hell was he thinking? He goes to the bathroom and comes back with a glass of water, setting it on your side table in case you need it during the night.

“Megs, I’ve got some aspirin in my tote. Would you mind?”

He gets it for you and throws it your way. It hits off the glass, spilling a little water but nothing too damaging. Megumi starts to undress, uncaring of your presence. He bought himself a pair of sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt to sleep in. He walks around, turning out all of the lights before he gets into his own bed.

“’m not tired.” you tell him.

“You will be. Lie there and be quiet ‘til you fall asleep.” he tells you, not that he thought you’d listen to a word he had to say.

“Can we talk until we sleep?”

“No.”

“I wanna know why you’re so nice to me one minute and awful to me the next. Please, tell me why?” you request. He just grunts, though, not liking the thought of having to listen to you drone on until you pass out.

“You annoy me.” he says simply. It’s clear it isn’t a good enough answer when he’s rewarded with silence. But it’s the truth. You do annoy him. Like nobody else ever has before. “You piss me off and you make me feel angry. But you’re nice so it fucks me up, alright? I don’t know how to act around you because you make me feel too many things.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Drop it.”

You wrack your brains for something else to talk to him about. You’re sure talking about yourself isn’t a good idea, and talking about him might be even worse. Anything to do with Toji has the potential for an all-out war in the hotel room. You think asking about his history with Yuuji might be a sore subject, too.

“How come you’re so good at bowling?” it’s perfect. It’s about him but it’s not a heavy subject that can trigger him into another fit of abuse and rage. And it’s a valid question, too, considering he just schooled you at the bowling alley. He rolls onto his side to face you, and you do the same. He can see Gerald peeking out of the duvet and grins.

“Practice. Used to skip school a lot and play at the arcade.”

“Ever the bad boy, ‘Gumi.”

“Cut that shit out right now. I hate that nickname.” he demands. It makes you laugh knowing four letters has such a heated reaction from him. “Wasn’t doing it to be bad, just didn’t like school. Or people.”

“Were you… bullied? Or something?”

“No. Just didn’t care about shit. Toji was in and out and I was just angry about it. And I lost my mother and didn’t really have anyone to— Why am I telling you this? Stop asking me dumb shit.”

It’s the first time you’ve heard Megumi even come close to opening up about his mother. When you hear the vulnerability in his truth, you can almost forgive him for taking his anger with the world out on you. Toji is incredible to you, but the same can’t be said for his son. To abandon him right after he lost his mother is unforgivable. Of course he’s fucked up like this. He had nothing and no one. Not a shoulder to cry on or a word to say. Why would he care about his education or school when nothing in the world gave any care for him?

“Tsumiki isn’t your real sister, is she? So how did she—”

“Her mother and my father had a thing after mine died. So she’s not technically any relation of mine but we were all a family, only for a little bit. But after our parents ran off, that’s when Gojo took us in.”

“Wait, what? Gojo, as in—”

“Yeah, Satoru Gojo. That’s why I was surprised he was giving you a ride home that day after class. He’s like my weird other dad. That’s why him and Toji hate each other. Toji’s possessive and I’m his. But Gojo is the one who actually raised me most of my life.”

“Fuck. That’s so… fucked. Seriously heavy drama. Plus, I can’t imagine Gojo as a father. He’s annoying as balls and so immature.”

“He is. But he was good to us.”

You roll away and face the wall, happy with your answers and the conversation you’ve had. Your eyes are feeling heavier, watering with desperation to sleep. Yawns evade your lips and it makes Megumi chuckle. When your mouth is closed your teeth begin to chatter. Maybe shorts and vest wasn’t the best idea for sleepwear given the current weather conditions.

Despite all your best efforts to conceal the volume of your teeth, Megumi hears them. He doesn’t react, though. Not straight away at least. He isn’t sure if he wants to get involved. The worry of saying something pointless swirls through his head. What could he say, anyway? It’s not like he could do anything to make it better.

“You’re cold.” he says, plainly. He curses himself immediately. Why did he state it as a fact as if you aren’t already fully fucking aware of what temperature your body is at? You’re covered head to toe in goose pimples and worried you might actually freeze into a statue.

“Uhm, I… a little.” you confess, weakly. He clears his throat. His mouth is moving faster than his brain can tell him to shut up. It’s a mistake. A colossal mistake he needs to stop himself from making. But he can’t. The words are already pouring out. What the fuck is wrong with him?

“We, uh, do you want to get in? With me. Share body heat until you warm up.”

It takes you aback, significantly so. He’s offering to spoon with you, you think. What would Yuuji think? What would anyone think, actually? What do you think? You think it’s absolutely ridiculous. You’re constantly at each other’s throats and now he’s offering you comfort and warmth in such an intimate way. Yuuji wouldn’t be happy. Would any man be happy about their girlfriend getting into bed with someone else? No matter how innocent it is. You know he wouldn’t like it. But you know it’s innocent. You don’t want anything from Megumi. Just…

“Okay.” you whisper. His eyes bulge, he hadn’t been expecting you to agree to it. He opens his duvet up for you. You pick up Gerald and rush into bed with him. Your body moulds against his and you immediately feel better. He’s so warm. You’re cuddling Gerald and his arms are wrapped around your waist as he holds you close, attempting to transfer as much as his body heat as he can onto you.

“Feel better?” he mutters after around ten minutes. You nod, and he holds you even tighter.

“I feel your… your dick is hard, Megumi.” you groan back, he snickers, uncaring.

“I know. Sorry, your ass keeps grinding against it. Just ignore it ‘n go to sleep, princess.” he commands. You giggle back at him. It isn’t his fault. If anything it’s yours. You should have said no to getting into his bed. You shouldn’t be letting him hold you like this. How a lover should. How Yuuji does. It’s so wrong and inappropriate. But you’re so toasty and warm. You really don’t care.

“Sweet dreams, Megumi.”

“Night, O’Keeffe.”

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I Got Your Bitch Movin'

part twelve | masterlist | part fourteen

Yuuji Itadori x f!reader x Megumi Fushiguro

Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: University AU, all characters aged up. Megumi is TROUBLE! But we already knew that, didn't we? Warnings: 18+, alcohol consumption, drug consumption, infidelity, gaslighting, manipulation, paranoia. Words: 7.1k

The morning greets you as you lay in bed between the deathly limbo of wake and sleep. Your eyes are swollen, bleary. Thoughts aren’t yet yours and you can’t help but wonder if you’re thinking about the dreams of the previous night you had or if you’re starting to regain your own memories. There is a gnawing memory of feeling bitterly cold before you fell asleep. So it’s odd now that daybreak has arrived you’re practically lying in a pool of your own sweat. Your skin is coated and your forehead is drenched. It’s nice to be in Yuuji’s arms again at least. His chest is bare and you’ve never felt so at home with your face nuzzled into his skin. You snuggle in closer and he pulls you in tighter as you decide to go back to sleep. Regardless of your decision, your vision is greedy. You can’t refrain from opening up your eyes and looking at your surroundings. This isn’t your house. You left your house yesterday morning. In the car with Toji and Megumi. You went on a trip with your class. You spent the day with Megumi. You guys missed the bus. You went bowling. You argued. You stayed in the hotel with Megumi. With a racing heart and thrumming bass in your head, you sit upright and turn around. You hadn’t been in the arms of your pink-haired boyfriend. You’re cuddled up with your black-haired bully.

Fuck.

“The hell’s the matter with you?” Megumi asks after you scream the loudest you ever have and scramble out of bed. You fall to the ground and back away from him quickly. He sits up and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. The morning sun creating the perfect shadows on his weary body. He looks like a demon.

The fact that he’s asking what is wrong with you is just like him. Isn’t he surprised that the two of you were all cosy in bed together? He’s always so nonchalant. Your breathing slows as you try and rationalise everything in your mind. By the blaring beat in your brain and the heaviness of your limbs, you deduct that you had been drinking last night. You don’t remember anything. He doesn’t seem hungover. So he’s likely as calm as he is because he does remember the details.

There’s no possible explanation that could justify why you were in bed together.

Let alone while he’s naked.

“Why are you in my bed? Did we—”

“No, we didn’t. And actually, O’Keeffe, you crawled into my bed last night because you were freezing. Nothin’ scandalous.”

“You’re lying, aren’t you? You’re naked under there. Please, Megumi, you need to tell me if I cheated on Yuuji.” you beg, hoping he’ll do the decent thing for once in his life and tell you the truth. He shakes his head, sighing. The duvet is pulled from his body as he reveals his bottom half still in his sweatpants and underwear. “Thank you, God.”

“If you hadn’t noticed, the receptionist wasn’t lying about the weather change for the festival. It’s boiling so I threw my shirt off in the middle of the night.” he tells you. Now it makes sense.

You probably would have been better off sleeping alone if you knew what temperature was going to replace it. Two warm bodies under one blanket was never going to work out well. He kept staring at you; or rather, the state of you. Covered in a gross, sheen layer of stickiness and your messy hair practically glued to your forehead. You watched him roll over and pick up a carton of cigarettes, lighting one up to smoke while he fell further into his bed. A morning ritual, you suspect.

But you’re wrong.

Like every other vice, smoking for Megumi is rare. He does it when he’s worked up about something. In this case, and all other cases as of late, you. The fact that you’re stuck in the middle of nowhere for the foreseeable also isn’t ideal. So what’s a little nicotine to take the edge off?

“You look like shit,” he laughs at your expense, instantly feeling at ease as the cancerous smoke tars his lungs. “I got you a glass of water for the side of your bed, you forgot to bring it over.”

“I’ll be fine after a drink and my aspirin. And… a shower. Maybe more sleep, too.” you inform him. He nods, agreeing, closing his eyes as he lets his cigarette hang between his lips. “What time is it?” you ask him. His eyes open again, unsure if he can be bothered to help you answer that question. But he rolls over again to grab his phone. 7:17am. He tosses his phone away and lies on his stomach with his cigarette holding hand resting above the ashtray on his side table.

You cannot bear the thought of being fully awake at such an ungodly time. It’s enough to make you dive into your own bed and quickly take your painkillers before lying back down. It’s stupid, you know, because really you should be using every second to your advantage to figure out how you’re going to get home. But you aren’t up to it. Tiredness and alcohol rage through your bloodstream and you know it isn’t a good idea to push yourself beyond your limits.

“More sleep… just five more minutes.”

“Fuck that, princess. I’ve set an alarm for 10.” he tells you. You turn over to face him and laugh. It sounds good. It’s still so early, you’ll be able to get plenty of things done if you wake up feeling better at that time. “Gotta call my dad again, and Gojo.”

“WHERE’S GERALD?” you yell sitting upright again as you search under your covers for your brand new shark plush. Megumi grunts and he throws him at you. “Ow.” you instinctively respond as he connects with your head. He is too soft to hurt you, it was just a reflex.

“I’m so fucking tired. You’re such a loud snorer.” he laughs, raising his head slightly to take another drag of his cigarette before he sinks back into his pillow. You roll your eyes, ignoring him. You have absolutely zero desire to waste your time arguing with him about whether or not you snore when there is valuable rest to be gained.

The alarm startles you as it practically screams and stabs through your nervous system. You’re all too familiar with the recognisable iPhone default alarm you’ve been conditioned to hate over the years of early morning classes. It doesn’t scare you as much as it does Megumi, though. The poor guy shocked himself straight out of bed. You can’t help but snigger, trying to keep your volume to a minimum as you roll away and pray he can’t see the smirk forming on your face.

He gets up for the first time that morning. It’s hotter than it was at 7am. The windows need to be open, he decides. The room is stuffy and unbearable. Much like he imagines the rest of today will be if you continue to be stranded.

“Better start making some calls.” Megumi groans.

Neither of you are sure where to start. And you’re beginning to think you’re going to have to swallow your pride and let your parents cover the cost of a cab back home. The idea gets stuck in your throat like a poorly swallowed tablet. You can barely think about it let alone go through with it. You’re sure Megumi will try and force you again, if Toji and Gojo are unreliable for a second day in a row.

It's cute, you think, watching Megumi struggle to choose which dad he wants to call first. Having a little more understanding about his past is giving you the opportunity to really see how much he cares about Toji. He doesn’t like him, not by a long shot. But you can see the obvious love there. The respect. The familial bond that he can’t seem to break no matter how desperately he tries to.

And that is why he calls him first.

It’s uncomfortable to watch the phone ring again and again. You suppose it is still pretty early. You aren’t sure what Toji’s sleeping pattern is like, but he hasn’t let either of you be late to class since you started carpooling. And he always seems fairly chipper in the mornings. It could be a caffeine fix, or something even peppier he might unknowingly share in common with his son. So is sleeping in a valid excuse to not answer the phone? It goes to voicemail, prompting him to try again. He growls when he’s met with the same disappointing outcome.

“Fucker. He’s ignoring me, you try.” he commands. You get up in search of your phone. Who knows where it ended up last night when you were falling all over the place when you returned to the room? It’s eventually found by Megumi when he helps join the search. It was in your pants pocket in the bathroom.

He holds it up and sees your screensaver. You and Yuuji. It makes him scowl and sigh before he tosses it to you. His box of cigarettes begins calling his name. You watch him flop back onto his bed and light another one up. He doesn’t know why he’s so irrationally angry. He doesn’t know what’s causing him to chain smoke like a damn chimney when it’s usually just an occasional pleasure. The edge needs to be taken off somehow, and he doesn’t think he can be bothered to make you cry this early in the day.

“He’s not ignoring you. No answer to me either, must be busy.” you tell him as you press the red button and put your phone down on the side table. You see Megumi start to type so quickly his thumbs become a blur. Likely scolding Toji for being a piece of shit father, as usual.

“Shady prick,” he mutters under his breath. You decide to let it slide and ignore the comment. There’s nothing you can say to make him see the good in his dad. The truth of it is that maybe you need to start truly seeing the bad. It’s in the flesh sharing a room with you right now, the bad. The monster that Toji spawned and couldn’t raise efficiently. He might be sweet to you, but if he can’t be sweet to his own kids it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t make him a good person, the opposite, really. “Whatever you’re thinking about, stop. No need to pout, I’ll try Gojo.”

You watch his finger swipe through his hundreds of contacts as he tries to locate the relevant name. It makes you feel like a voyeur, seeing him do something so simple and human as looking for people to call. Part of you wishes you could see his screen. Is his surrogate father named in his contacts as Gojo or dad? Or maybe something different entirely, something derogatory to fit with the playfulness of Satoru.

“Megumi! Sorry about yesterday bud, I hope you and the future Mrs. Itadori behaved yourselves. Two crazy kids sharing a hotel room, hah? Sounds like a bad soap opera.” his voice instantly grates on you and Megumi regrets putting him on loudspeaker for you both to hear. You both groan loud enough for Gojo to hear and make him laugh.

“Separate beds, Gojo. And you’re on speaker so try to act your age for once in your life.” Megumi reprimands him as if he is the parent in the situation. It takes Gojo aback slightly, but nothing to knock his trademark annoying confidence off track. “My dad isn’t answering his phone, so, you’ll have to come pick us up today.”

“As much as I love your delightful manners, I can’t. And I must say Megumi it sure sounds weird to hear you call him dad for a change. It’s always been Toji for so long, what’s changed?”

“Slip of the tongue.” Megumi answers, immediately. You can’t tell if it’s guilt or embarrassment that has led him to correct himself to Gojo so hastily.

“You know, certain people can evoke special feelings in you. A challenging presence can make you see the good in the world and other people. Although Toji and I will never get along, I think it’s nice to hear you’re in a forgiving spirit and trying to make it work even after so many disappointments.”

“I don’t know what you’re getting at.”

“I’ll admit, it hurts a little. A man who barely raised you earns the title of dad but I’m just plain ol’ Gojo.”

“I’m not having this conversation over the phone, or ever, actually. What time are you coming to get us?” Megumi puts an end to the uncomfortable conversation you almost wish you hadn’t been present for. But overall, you’re glad. Hearing him be somewhat normal with someone as goofy as Gojo is heart warming to say the least. Perhaps there is some humanity in the monster born of Toji Fushiguro, after all.

“Call me dad and I’ll tell you.”

“No.”

“Alright, fine. I’m still out of town so it’ll have to be tomorrow.” Gojo sighs. It’s a crushing blow and you can’t tell who out of the three of you is more disappointed. Another day stuck in the hotel with Megumi. Admittedly it hadn’t been as bad as you were expecting thus far. But there’s still time. And Megumi is flippant, fickle. His mood and aggression towards you can change in the blink of an eye.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me. We’re out of town! What’s so important that you can’t drive a few extra hours to collect your stranded kid and a girl?” Megumi bites down the line. You sigh, huffing a strand of hair out of your face as you realise what you are to him. All you are to him is a girl. Not his victim. Not his classmate. A girl.

“Oh now you’re my kid, huh? Interesting. Doesn’t change anything though. I’m way out of town. As in I’m setting off tonight and I’ll be there in the morning to get you guys.”

“Hi, Gojo, it’s me. Obviously. I was just wondering what’s keeping you from setting off now and getting us tonight. I’m sure you can imagine how uncomfortable it is for me to be sharing a room with another man, a man who bullies me on a daily basis. And for Megumi to be sharing a room with… a girl, he loathes.” you speak up, Megumi rolls his eyes at your comment and opts to ignore you. He’s more intrigued to hear what Gojo has to say over putting you in your place.

“I doubt Megumi will be interested in the gory details but a man has needs. The needs just so happened to take me on a wild road trip and more attention gained than intended, not that I’m complaining.”

“Enough. Fine, Gojo. One more night but if you don’t show tomorrow we’re fucking done. Tomorrow morning, I mean it. Get us the hell out of here.” Megumi tells him sternly. You know he has the power to follow through on his words. And yet, you’re unsure if he’ll change his mind when it comes to Gojo.

“Don’t worry, Megumi. There’s only one father figure in your life who’s usually a no show, and we both know it isn’t me.”

The sound of Gojo hanging up the phone is almost eerie. A damaging melody that pricks through your veins. Megumi is visibly irritated, you’d be a fool not to see it. But it’s only because he knows he’s right. Gojo has never let him down in his life. Toji, on the other hand, only seems to let him down. It’s a bothersome truth that makes his hands begin to shake as he grips his thighs. If he wasn’t so volatile at all times, you’d comfort him. Rush to his side and take his hands in yours and tell him it’s going to be okay.

But you can’t.

Instead, you get out of bed and stand to your feet.

“I’m going in the shower,” you tell him. He watches you walk around your bed and head towards the bathroom door.

“Wait,” he speaks, forcing you to halt your actions and wait for him to continue. “I think we should go buy some festival clothes, today.”

“Why?”

“Are you dense? So we can go to the festival, obviously.”

“I keep getting into trouble when I do things with you. I don’t think it’s a good idea… I mean, you go. Call that girl and take her instead. I’ll just hang out here and work on my dissertation or something.”

“Shut up you’re not doing that. You don’t get into trouble with me because you’re a fucking angel. You live to please everyone and be a good girl, don’t you? It’s not trouble, it’s fun. Don’t you wanna have fun? It’ll be the first time in your whole life, I’m sure.”

“See, this, is not going to work. I’ve had fun but you wouldn’t know that because you, well, you know what you are. So you’re not going to manipulate me with your little mind games into thinking I need to prove myself to you. I don’t. Now, if you don’t mind. I’d quite like to shower.”

“Fine, if that’s how you want to be. I’ll call that girl right now and go with her instead.”

“Great.”

“Yeah, great. Gonna have fun and I’ll probably bring her back here and have even more fun. You might want to figure out somewhere else to be tonight.”

His words grab your attention and he smirks at the way you pout. He promised. Even though you gave him the idea to call up the girl from the store you didn’t think he’d take it as far as to threaten to bring her back here. It’s your own fault, really, for thinking a single word that left his lips held any value.

“Don’t, you said—”

“I said? I said I wanna have fun today, so if you aren’t on board I’ll make my own fun. You’re not gettin’ in the way of my good time and if that involves me bringing a girl back to fuck, you aren’t going to stop me.” there he is. The real him. He’s such a bastard you can’t even think straight as you consider what an idiot you are time and time again. Each time there is a shred of decency in him it’s torn away moments later. A speckle of humanity replaced by a plume of toxic smoke.

“Shopping… sounds good. I’ll never turn down new clothes. So, lets have… fun.”

“Atta girl, that’s more like it.” Megumi snarls. “Hurry up O’Keeffe. Wastin’ precious time here. Gonna make today one to remember.”

No one brings out a worse side of you than Megumi Fushiguro. He’s seen you at your angriest and saddest. But for some reason his intentions have blossomed into something even more sinister, although it might not seem as such to your untrained eyes. He just wants to have fun, you think. He does, but there is a brand new goal in mind. The purity emanating off of you is just so sickening to him. Why have you got such a wholesome aura about you when he is completely and utterly rotten to the core?

Corruption.

That’s his new plan. You were closer to the truth than you knew when you accused him of getting you into trouble. Was it wrong of him to lie? Was it wrong of him to gaslight you and make you think that wasn’t anywhere near his intention? Of course. But Megumi Fushiguro rarely gives a fuck about what is right and wrong.

He has always wanted to ruin you. The method in how has grown into something new. Easier, he suspects. There is so much trouble he can really get you into. Ruin that perfect, sweet image you try so desperately to maintain whenever you can. He’s had enough of it. What is there to enjoy about being the way everyone wants you to be? There’s a little devil in you, he’s certain. He’s going to do everything in his power to force it out of you.

You don’t object when he suggests waiting outside of your changing room to confer with you about your outfit choices. He’s never felt like this before. A rich kid. Admittedly, the store isn’t expensive and the clothes aren’t designer. But being with you and seeing how willing you are to blow money from your parents credit card on whatever you want is making him feel like a cliché. He wasn’t rich growing up. Toji figures throwing money at the problem that is his son is as good a way as any to earn forgiveness. Megumi wasn’t about to object to that.

Each time you step out of the changing room there’s only one word permeating his sealed lips.

Skimpier

It’s the only thing he wants to say, but you both know he’s smarter than that. He manages to put a unique spin on the word and translate it into something more innocent. Something that will actually encourage you to obey without knowing he’s manipulating you. He hasn’t earnt that right yet. Despite having a good familiarity in such a short period of time on how to handle you, he isn’t quite where he needs to be with you yet.

Skimpier = I’m sure you can do better than that.

Skimpier = I like it, but I think the other girls here will go all out.

Skimpier = The colour is nice, but, do you really want to be shown up by me?

He’s finally satisfied when you emerge one last time from behind the curtain. It’s obvious you feel a little self conscious, though he’s confident a few compliments will get you out of your shell. You’re substantially taller than usual given your white, lace up, platform boots you’re wearing. It’s embarrassing to stand in front of Megumi in so little clothing. You’re essentially in a bra and panties. It’s more like a bikini, really, purple holographic material covering your intimate flesh. You found a pair of gem studded, white, fishnet tights to wear with it as well as a purple tutu. The tutu somehow makes you look even sluttier despite it adding an additional layer.

“Perfect,” Megumi grins, “Excuse me, miss? Do you have any accessories for the festival that might go with my friends outfit?” he asks. The girl turns around and your blood runs cold when you realise it’s the girl he gave his number to yesterday. She simply scoffs and barges by one of her co-workers who looks at her incredulously. She apologises on her behalf and picks up some purple butterfly hairclips for you to wear.

“I see people wear pigtails with these clips if that helps.” the assistant tells you. Megumi raises his eyebrows and nods thinking it’s a great idea. There’s something about pigtails that for whatever reason drive him wild. Maybe it’s the idiotic innocence of them. Grown women donning them in an attempt to look youthful and instead look like cock-hungry whores. There is something thrilling about the prospect of making you go off the rails and become a totally new person before Yuuji comes back from his trip.

He might not even recognise you.

“I’m not sure about this, Megumi.” you admit. He squints his eyes hoping it comes across as thoughts rather than disdain, urging you to continue. “What are you wearing?”

“Why tell you when I can show you?” Megumi grins as he steps into the changing room beside you.

You are standing for a good five minutes before you decide to steal the seat he had been sitting in. Whatever he’s picked must have a lot of accessories for him to be taking this long for him to be fully dressed. Even the sales assistant tries to keep you entertained with idle chit chat as you wait.

He emerges and you are almost lost for words. A lot of accessories was right. He’s wearing ridiculous flared blue jeans and has decided to go shirtless. You had no idea what kind of body he’d been hiding beneath his clothes the entire time but you definitely weren’t expecting him to be so fucking defined. In fact, he has a similar body type to Yuuji. The reason he had taken so fucking long to get dressed is because he was covering his arms in plastic kandi bracelets. He also had a few matching necklaces on him and he is sucking on a strawberry lollipop as he leaned against the changing room door.

“Oh my… you look like a—”

“A what?”

“A slut, Megumi. You look, hah, you look like a total slut!”

“Perfect, so we match. Exactly what I wanted.” he teases back as he goes back to sucking on the lollipop. He reaches into the pocket of his new jeans and tosses another one at you.

“The fashion here is wild,” you say as you begin unwrapping the plastic packaging on your lolly, “is it a town choice or just for the festival? It’s very rave-y.” you ask the clerk. She nods, completely agreeing with you as soon as the words leave your mouth.

“Yeah, um, to be honest a lot of people are against the festival now. It started as quite a sweet wholesome event but it’s turned into a more youth focused event. An excuse to get drunk and mess around, really. So yeah, it’s pretty much a big rave nowadays.” she explains.

Your eyes find Megumi’s and he’s immediately raising his eyebrows in quick succession when they meet. Trouble. You know it and he knows it. But, as she said, this is a youth focused event. Megumi and yourself definitely qualify. He holds out his hand for you to shake; an agreement under the phrase ‘I’ll wear mine if you wear yours’. And honestly, you don’t see the harm if you both look so stupid.

The pair of you receive an array of disapproving looks as you sit and wiggle on the check out desks while the cashiers scan the items you’re wearing. You don’t particularly feel proud that you raise your leg for the man to scan your boots and more or less flash him your new bikini bottoms. Megumi spends far too long getting each individual bracelet and necklace scanned. But by the end of it all, they aren’t disappointed when you give them each a hefty tip courtesy of your credit cards.

“You’re dumb with money.” Megumi tells you.

“Look who’s talking!”

“You’ve always had money, but you’re still a little shopping addict. It’s new to me, I’m having fun.”

“Well I’m trying to have fun too. Wasn’t that what you wanted today?”

“You got me there,” he chuckles to himself. “I was thinking of something else fun we could do.”

Before you can answer, he’s pulling you into a fast food restaurant and holding your hand as the two of you run upstairs. He scans the area to make sure no one is around and drags you into the toilets. He shoves you against the sinks and lifts you up onto the edge. Your heart is pounding. It’s intense and heated and you feel like you’re being manhandled by Yuuji when he’s worked up after a shitty day at university. You wonder if he’s thinking about when he pressed his lips against yours at your parents house. He wonders if you’re thinking the same. Your chest is heaving and your eyes are vibrating. He watches as your vision alternates between his eyes and his mouth. Your mind is spinning and you’re under the weight of too many heavy emotions you can’t think straight. But despite all of that, you wouldn’t do this to Yuuji, would you?

He helps answer the question as he backs away from you a little and pulls his wallet out of his back pocket. You’re starting to worry he’s about to pull a condom out. But it turns out to be worse than that.

“This is fun.” he tells you, dangling a bag of cocaine in front of your face. He laughs at the slither of saliva that bulges down your throat as you gulp heartily. He knows you’ve never done drugs before. Other than when he spiked you, obviously. He could have laced the coke with anything. He’s playing the long game with you, you think. You shake your head, telling him you want nothing to do with the white powder.

“I don’t feel comfortable doing that, with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m fucking scared. Of drugs and you. I don’t know where I stand with you Megumi and I am too naïve and trusting to keep falling for your little tricks and schemes.”

“You think I did something to this?”

“I—”

“C’mere,” he mutters. He shoves your torso back until your head hits off the mirrored wall behind you. You gasp as he pries your knees apart, opening your legs. You quickly slam them shut but it’s a waste of time. He opens them again and gives you a warning look. “Hold still, and watch.” he commands.

He tips some of the coke onto your thigh and uses his pinkie finger to move it into a straight line. You look at him intently as he holds his right nostril with a finger and lowers his face down to the drug on your leg. It’s impossible not to stare as a raven head of hair moves further up your thigh and towards your cunt. He tilts his head, insisting that you hold eye contact with him as he consumes every last speck of coke onto his tongue.

You’re breathless by the end of it. But it isn’t the end. He shoves his little finger into your mouth to lick the remaining residue off him. He’s proven it isn’t laced, at least. Still though, there’s no fucking reason that you needed to obey. A fucking people pleaser through and through.

“Good girl,” he praises and coos as you hum around his finger, “it’s good, isn’t it? Wanna try it properly?” he asks. You’re hesitant. You know it isn’t right. You know Toji will kick his ass when he finds out he even suggested it let alone pressured you into it. But what can you say? You succumb to his will, nodding meekly and agreeing to his ridiculous stupid idea.

“How do I— I’ve changed my mind this is stupid. I feel stupid. Fuck, Megumi, I really hate you. You’re making me feel like a fucking loser as if it’s cool to do drugs, it isn’t. I don’t—”

“Hey, hey. It’s alright, I know it’s your first time I don’t think you’re stupid. ‘m gonna pour it out. I think you should lick it up instead of snorting it like me, don’t think you’ll like it.” his words soothe you a little and your fucking fluttering eyelashes are the picture of perfect innocence. God he’s excited to see what a mess you’ll be when you’re high together. He helps you down off the sink and trades places with you. He pulls his necklaces over his head and puts them down before leaning backwards and dusting coke between his pecks. “Use your tongue.” he instructs.

You reluctantly lean closer to him and stick your tongue out. Your big eyes are looking up at him for guidance, like he’s some kind of expert. To you, he is. He nods, spurring you on. Finally your tongue connects with his body. His eyelids shake a little as he tries to concentrate on keeping them open. You got a little further than you’re meant to, finishing off by lightly kissing his collarbone. He teased you, it’s only fair that you tease him back.

“I’ll be okay, won’t I?” you ask him. He jumps down and holds your shoulders, bending over a little so he can look directly into your eyes.

“You’re gonna fuckin’ fly, babe.”

He wasn’t wrong. You practically ran from the bathroom all of the way to the parade together. The pair of you were laughing the entire way, not quite sure what was so funny. You ordered a few shots of vodka together to enjoy while you waited for the floats to come down the street.

The atmosphere was surreal. Mostly teenagers and people in their early twenties standing in the streets dancing to the head hammering techno music that was drilling into your heads. Once you got bored of shots you moved onto jäger bombs, and by the time you got good and drunk your high wore off.

It didn’t stop either of you from having a good time though. You interacted with a few other party goers and didn’t bother to learn each other’s names. The music and good times were enough for all of you. You aren’t sure what came over you, but you decided to join the parade. You ran into the road and began dancing. Eventually, you were invited to dance atop one of the floats.

Megumi’s stomach was hurting from laughing as he watched you shake your ass and dance with the other girls on the float. If either of you were in your right minds, you’d likely be discussing how unbelievable it is that such a tiny coastal town has such a huge festival every year. It’s a tourist attraction now, you suppose, a lot of other people are from out of town like yourselves. Hence the fully booked hotels and the droves of people equally as intoxicated and high on life.

Megumi walks alongside the parade float, making sure not to lose you. You point him out to the girls you’re dancing with, each of them having no shame in telling you what a handsome boyfriend you have. He doesn’t hear them say it. And for once, you hold your tongue. You aren’t sure why you aren’t objecting to him being your boyfriend like you normally do. Maybe it’s because you’re drunk or because he’s actually being nice to you and taking care of you for a change. Maybe under the influence he has more potential as boyfriend material that you’d ever dare admit sober.

The sky is changing from bright blue the burning orange and pink before your eyes. You decide you’ve had enough of dancing and ask Megumi to help you down. He looks so different under such a romantic sky. The warm colours adding life to his pale face. He is handsome, the girls weren’t wrong. His problem is that he has such an ugly soul. And yet, this weekend, you think there’s a chance such a horrid interior could be fixed.

He pulls you back into the crowd and over to the outdoor bar for more shots. The two of you are disappointed when you’re told the bar is closing for the day. How are you supposed to carry on getting black out drunk now?

“The party is raging on by the beach, friends. Fire pit, tiki bar, dance floors. Start heading down and you’ll find what you’re looking for.” the stereotypical surfer dude bartender informs you both. Megumi thanks him and takes your hand to guide you down to the beach.

It’s like a hive-mind as everyone has the same idea. Everyone walking in unison down to the beach to get served and continue the evening. You make it there fairly ahead of everyone else, but thankfully there’s a multitude of tiki bars set up to serve people their alcohol. Once you ingest another five vodka shots, this time with gummy bears, you head over to one of the dance floors.

You and Megumi stand apart as you dance on your own but watch each other’s moves. He’s impressed by the way you shake your hips and drop it low, the lack of confidence in your outfit seeming to now be a thing of the past as you parade yourself around as if you own the place. You watch him pause for a moment, snacking on one of his bracelets.

“I didn’t know they were edible!” you yell at him. He nods, pulling you nearer to him by your wrist and holding his arm up to you. Like him, you begin to nibble on the candy as you both simply change which foot your putting the most pressure on in time with the music.

“I think I want to have some more fun,” he tells you. You watch him pull his wallet out of his back pocket again and you assume he’s searching for more coke. You’re a little surprised when you see him take out a little yellow pill with a smiley face on it. He settles it on his tongue and sticks it out at you before swallowing.

“W-What was, ‘sat?” you slur, curious about what he just ingested.

“E, baby,” he tells you. “wanna try?” he cranes his head to line his mouth up with your ear, shouting so that you can hear him over the boisterously loud music.

Well, if he is having some, you have to follow suit. You’re matching his amount of drinks and drug consumption so far. You can’t let yourself down and fall behind now. At least – that is the rationale your drunken and dissolving mind is coming up with. You nod and squint your eyes at him. Like it’s obvious that you want a try. He takes another pill from his wallet. This time it’s pink with a little heart in the centre. He puts it on his tongue and sticks it out for you to take. You hold out your hand, hoping he will put it there instead, but he doesn’t budge.

“Give it to me.” you order, but he shakes his head.

“’ake it.” he replies, speaking as best he can with the pill comfortably on his tongue. You reach your fingers up to grab it but it quickly withdraws into his mouth. You repeat this another three times before you huff in annoyance and exhaustion. He sticks his tongue out even further, wiggling it around like you’re a horse with a carrot dangling in front of your face.

And you’re a fool, because you submit. You lean forward and he catches your hips in his hands as your lips make contact with his. He pushes the ecstasy pill from his tongue to yours and it practically slides down your throat. That should have been the end of it. But of course, it wasn’t. You can justify it all you like by telling yourself you’re drunk. You aren’t in your right mind and God dammit you’re missing Yuuji. But those are just excuses. They aren’t valid. Because unlike at your parents manor, you aren’t pushing him away. You’re melting into him. He pulls your body flush against his and you wrap your arms around his neck. Your tongues are so soft against one another as they dance together and you have no idea why but you start smiling into it.

Probably the drugs.

He laughs into your mouth when he feels your smile, pulling away and kissing your forehead. You’re feeling the music more than you had been. More than you ever have in your life. You feel him spin you around so your back is to his chest. His arms are tight around you as you sway in time with the music. He rests his head on top of yours and can feel his jaw tightening and moving.

You push off of him a little and begin grind your ass against him. His arm comes over your shoulder and you feel his fingers trace delicately atop your breast. It doesn’t bother you, though. You don’t stop dancing or moving on him. It makes you laugh when you remember how hard he was last night just when you were laying in bed together. You’re fully rubbing onto him now and you can only imagine how hard he’s trying to stop himself from getting an erection.

You have no idea.

Similarly to Megumi, your jaw begins to clench and swing as the effects of the E start coming over you more. Megumi thinks he’s in love with you, whispering it every chance he gets into your hair. You don’t pay it any mind, though, knowing you’ll both have forgotten about it come morning. Maybe the pills make him happier, nicer. He feels an intense desire to be lovely. Positively overwhelmed with an dire need the show anyone who’ll listen to him how much he loves them. He even catches eyes with the bartender for a moment and considers telling him how much he loves him.

You feel paranoid when you can’t control how your jaw is aching and moving on it’s own. All eyes are on you, you think, as you look stupid and can’t get a hold of what your face is doing. Why is everyone looking at you? Tears begin to free fall. It’s not supposed to be like this. You’re meant to be happy. To be in ecstasy. You’re panicking. It’s too much. It’s too fucking much.

“Megumi—” you turn, facing him and allowing him to see how blown to hell your pupils are and how watery your eyes and cheeks are.

“Woah, what happened?” he asks, cupping your face and wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“I wanna go, I wanna go please. I can’t. Megumi I can’t—”

“Yeah, fuck. Okay.” he tells you.

Soon enough he’s holding your hand tight as he wades through the crowds of people. He keeps looking back to make sure you’re alright, his heart breaking a little each time he sees you sniffle or do a little hiccupping sob. He isn’t sure if it would be a better idea to walk to the hotel or try and get a taxi. It isn’t too far, he’s sure you’ll manage. It’s a miracle you aren’t both frozen over like Jack Nicholson in the end of The Shining. You aren’t exactly dressed well for the chill bite of the night time air. You don’t think either of you could have chosen skimpier clothing if you tried.

“Take me home, Megumi—”

“I will, sweetheart, ‘m gonna get us home. Love you baby, alright? We’ll be home real soon.”

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Cindy Lou's Wish

Track Six: Cindy Lou's Wish | 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Katsuki Bakugo x f!Reader x Camie Utsushimi Genre: Smut Notes: I love Camie guys that's my wifey fr... underrated baddie. We've reached the finale so I hope you guys enjoyed my lil Christmas event hehe 💕 Warnings: stepcest, masturbation, noncon listening in, exhibtionism (i think??), virginity loss, fingering, oral sex (M & F receiving), throat bulge, face fucking, slight cucking, threesome, cum eating, girl on girl fetishism, tribbing, squirting. Words: 3.8k

You’re a naïve little thing, Bakugo thinks. It’s cute that you think he can’t hear you through your laughably thin walls when you touch yourself at night. It’s so wet, so impossibly wet, it’s almost scientific. He can practically hear which depths your fingers thrust in and out each time, the specific textures of your gummy walls squelching throughout your room. The whispering moans don’t go amiss either. The things you say and the names you mutter. He thinks you’re a total perv. A cute one at least; but he doesn’t like that you’ve been keeping secrets from him. Not one bit. He’ll confront you about it tomorrow. It’s Christmas, after all. A time for forgiveness, family and understanding.

He’ll drag the truth out of you, one way or another.

It’s a miracle that no one but you has noticed. A miracle for them, anyway. You do all you can to look away, but it’s so God damn hard. Especially when Bakugo won’t take his eyes off you. He’s somehow getting away with his fingers underneath Camie’s skirt. She’s being perfectly quiet, save for a few gentle breaths as a specific wave of pleasure rises through her. He has pulled her panties to the side so that he can tease her pretty little clit.

He knows her, he knows how to do it just right.

Your heart almost stops beating each time she looks at you. It’s nothing but passing glances. Fluttering eyelashes practically begging for your attention. Her lips are always so perfectly glossed. She bites at the lower one whenever he touches her in a particularly special manner.

Oh so perfectly.

Aren’t they embarrassed? Aren’t they ashamed that they’re doing this in front of your parents? Your mother and his father are oblivious. It’s almost impressive, honestly, that they’re getting away with it and your parents are none the wiser. For crying out loud, it’s Christmas! Surely they could have waited until tonight to let their erotic fantasies come to fruition.

But maybe it’s the fear of being caught that is so exciting for them.

You wouldn’t know anything about that, of course. You’re a virgin after all. With good reason, too. It’s a secret you’re just so ashamed to admit. Having a crush on someone off limits, someone who you definitely shouldn’t have a crush on, is a secret you’ll take to the grave. And you will, you’ve made it this long after all. But there’s something specific about the look in his eye. Something particular and purposeful about his never-ending stare as he proceeds to focus on you as he pleasures his girlfriend.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was bragging.

They’re both listening to you in his room, giggling at your expense. Such a cute girl, aren’t you embarrassed? Bakugo thinks you may have a masturbation problem, it’s like you’re addicted. Or maybe his little show earlier got you all worked up. You’re not very discreet, they think. You should learn to keep your wants and desires to yourself. Or is it simply that you have no shame?

“Heard how wet she is?” Bakugo laughs. He pulls Camie into his arms as they continue to talk about your innocent act of self-pleasure. It’s just so very sweet, they wonder what your cunt looks like as your fingers prune from toying with your sopping folds. “I think I’ll go ruin her fun. I’ll be back soon,” Bakugo smirks.

Camie pulls him towards her so that she can give him a goodbye kiss. She isn’t a clingy, desperate girl who needs to mark her territory. It’s simple. She loves him, everything about him. And they just can’t get enough of each other. Camie is a nymphomaniac, and Bakugo wouldn’t have her any other way. He holds the same level of sexual deviancy, after all. They are a perfect match. It’s just unfortunate for you that you’re about to become the latest subject of their equal interest.

“I’m gonna make myself a little more comfortable…” she grins back, kissing his lips softly once more.

You can practically taste your heart in your tongue when your brother opens the door without knocking. It’s 10:30pm and he knows you’re normally asleep by now. But that isn’t exactly true, is it? He knows you lie about going to sleep so you can spend a while in peace playing with yourself.

What a little addict.

“Katsuki! Can’t I get any privacy? You should have knocked…” you sigh, cringing outwardly as you cover yourself with your bedsheets. He tuts, shaking his head.

You don’t have the energy or the strength to fight him off as he climbs into bed with you. He throws the duvet onto the ground, exposing your naked body to him. He just knew you’d have a pretty pair of tits. And you shouldn’t be so shy, there’s no reason for you to hold your legs tightly closed. He’s going to see your pretty pussy tonight. He needs to see it tonight.

He pulls you closer to him like you’re made of air. He’s behind you; you’re between his legs. You’re in a state of shock when he begins to pry your legs apart. Despite you attempting to weld them shut, you’re no match for Katsuki.

His fingers are on your clit, and in an instant you’re at his mercy. He sticks a few fingers from his free hands into your drooling mouth, if only to keep you quiet. Your hips are bucking to meet his digits, utterly desperate for your release. He’s laughing at you, right into your ear. It’s cute, he thinks. You’re just so desperate.

“Sick little sister of mine, haaah? Getting off on your big brother’s fingers. What would your mother think, huh?” he whispers directly into your ear canal. He hushes you when you begin to whimper. He can’t tell. You’ll be in so much trouble! But he’s just as guilty, after all, he’s never going to tell. “I need to ask you something, princess. And you need to tell me the truth.”

“W-What is it, Katsuki?” you question. Although, you aren’t really listening. You’re too enamoured with how wonderfully Bakugo is working your sensitive bundle of nerves and how close you are to hitting your peak.

“Are you gonna keep pretending you don’t like girls?”

And you’re stunned. Unable to believe that he actually just said that to you. After all, you thought you had been discreet. Why would he even think you have any interest in women? He isn’t a woman and you’re quite happily getting off from his touch. The only thought in your mind is damage control.

“I- I don’t!” is the best you can come up with. He smirks, circling your clit quicker. It’s all ripped away from you when sensual rubbing is replaced with a scolding spank directly on your sex.

“Oh? Well Camie does,” he tells you. It’s amusing to him how quickly your interest is piqued at the mention of his girlfriend’s name. “Yeah, that’s right. Of all the pussy and cock in the world she chose mine because I’m just that fuckin’ good.”

“Why are you telling me this… K-Katsuki? I don’t under—”

“’cause you’re a perverted little virgin moaning my girlfriend‘s name, aren’tcha? I’ll let you fuck her though, ‘cause I’m such a good big brother.” he explains.

It’s too good to be true. There’s no way he can mean it. He’s going to let you sleep with his girlfriend, really? He’s too protective, you’ve seen how they are together. Whenever they’re in public his hands are all over her so that he can mark his territory and make it known who she belongs too. Not that she’d stray. It’s very apparent how deeply she cares for him.

Soon enough, he’s getting up from behind you and heading towards the door. Isn’t he even going to let you think about it first? Talk to you about it? Why is this happening? They’re probably just playing a cruel joke on you. They’re always teasing you whenever she stays the night. Like you’re a kid. An idiot, even. But the way he’s looking back at you with his hand on the doorknob, it’s nothing but serious.

“You comin’? She’s waiting for you.”

You entered the room to see Camie kneeling on the bed. She was wearing the prettiest pink babydoll lingerie. She bought it for you, that’s what Bakugo said. It was overwhelming to be between them both. He took off his shirt and began biting and kissing your shoulder, softly. Camie could tell by the way your eyes fluttered that the delicate attention rushed straight to your sex.

You watched on in fascination as she pulled her arms out of the skinny straps of the babydoll. She brought down the bust enough to expose her breasts. They were perfect. You’re sure you’ll never see another pair like it for as long as you live. You can’t even believe they’re real. You need to touch them. You’re desperate to touch them. They are sitting perfectly, like a porn star’s; and yet they appear so soft. Blush pink nipples are stealing your attention. They’re hard and begging for attention. Her watery eyes are almost begging you to deliver it.

“It makes me wet when I get my tits sucked, y’know. Try it…” she commands, although it’s voiced as if it’s a suggestion.

You position yourself onto your knees to be face to face with her. Your heart is racing when she cups your face. You’re surprised it’s still beating when her lips land on yours. She tastes like strawberries and bubble gum. Your lips are sticky from her lip gloss, but you don’t mind. Your mind is filled with her. Her taste, her scent, her touch. She pulls away, bumping her forehead against yours.

“You’re a pretty good kisser,” she whispers. “just do that… on these…” she explains as she gestures are breasts. You turn back to Katsuki, despite already kissing his girlfriend you’re still seeking his definitive approval. He grants it with a nod, watching your ass as you back up against him so that you can do as Camie wishes.

“She can cum from that alone. Do a good job ‘n I’ll play with this pretty pussy of yours.” your brother tells you. “How’s she doing? Tell me how it feels, babe.”

“F-Fuck. S’good Katsuki. ‘m so wet already. She’s a natural, such a good girl.”

You squeal against her breast when two fingers plunge into your untouched core. He’s never seen you touch yourself before tonight, but he’s heard it more times than he can care to count. That’s how he’s telling himself he managed to find a special spot inside your dripping heat almost instantly. You’ve lost focus, you can’t suckle on Camie’s breasts anymore yet can’t find it in you to feel guilty. Bakugo pulls your back against his chest and allows you to rest your head on his shoulder. He doesn’t let up on your spongy spot, if anything he’s going quicker.

Camie massages your breasts. It makes her giggle when she pinches them and you shudder manically. So sensitive.

“You’re so gorgeous when you moan…” she tells you. She leans down to return to favour. It’s obvious she’s had practice in doing this. Where it’s with other women or your brother, perhaps both. She alternates between kissing, suckling and soft bites as she stimulates your receptive nipples. Bakugo does all he can to hold you tighter as you begin to buck against him violently.

“’m gonna c-cum, guys! P-Please, stop!”

You may as well be invisible for all they care. You’re their toy for the evening. And you should be honoured, really. How lucky are you to receive Bakugo’s girlfriend as your final Christmas gift?

It’s incredible how similarly your pussy rewards him to his girlfriend’s. His fingers are completely soaked. And thank God Camie opted to kiss you as you began to show signs of cumming. She’s still toying with your nipples, but she swallows each and every one of your moans that he’s earnt fair and square. What a cruel life.

“That was amazing babe. I want you to try what Bakugo did to you on me, okay?” she wonders.

“I don’t think I can, Camie. I’ve never done it before, I’m scared. I—”

“I know you can do it. Been dreaming of my pussy, haven’t you? I wanna show it to you… and I want you to make me feel good. I’ll help you and so will Katsuki. We just wanna help, I wanna give you my cum.” she hums, almost like it’s a big secret.

And she’s right. You have been dreaming of her pussy. And if her tits are anything to go by you know for a fact her folds will be equally as gorgeous. Camie lies on her back as Katsuki pulls down his sweats. His cock springs free, and you should have known he’d be huge. You don’t get a good look at it before he’s shoving it down Camie’s throat. Your eyes widen in horror when you can see him in her windpipe. Her throat bulging and displaying what a true monster your brother keeps comfortably in his pants.

“Pull her panties down.” Bakugo instructs.

The material outlines her pussy lips beautifully, they’re soaked and sticking to her. Part of you wants to quickly pull them off her. But instead, you take your time. You almost don’t know how to react when you see her glistening, petalled flesh for the first time. If you don’t get a hold of yourself, you might even cry.

“K-Katsuki, I don’t know—”

“Don’t play dumb. You may be a virgin but you’re a slut deep down. You’ve touched yourself enough times, just do what you do to yourself to Camie.”

He studies you carefully as you begin to rub two fingers over her puffy clit. He practically falls forward when she hums around his length. Her hips begin to shimmy and her entrance begins to clench. She likes it.

“Faster, she likes it fast.”

He pulls his cock out of her as she begins to slap his leg in search of oxygen. Even upside down, she’s such a gorgeous sight to him. You wish you could see better, but her cunt is more than enough for you. Her admires her running mascara and cock drunk face. She doesn’t take long to get her breath back before she’s taking him again. He wraps his hand around her throat so that he can feel himself there.

What a sick power trip.

Her hands snake up her body so that she can toy with her own breasts. You’re practically salivating when more of her slick pushes out of her pretty hole. You begin to contemplate whether it will taste as sweet as her glossy lips.

“Two fingers. Put two fingers inside of her, now.”

“Shouldn’t I start with one?”

“Don’t fuckin’ question me, brat. Two fingers.”

You do as you’re told yet again, almost gasping for dear life when her hips rise off the bed. He’s scowling at you for being so slow. She doesn’t like to be teased unless you do it right. And there’s no way you’re ready for that. They want you to finger fuck her now. And finger fuck her hard.

She’s choking against him again, taking another moment to regain her breath. She props herself up and looks down to see how you’re doing before lying back in her previous position.

“Gotta go deeper babe. Wanna make me cum, don’t you? Curl your fingers and go nice ‘n deep for me.” she instructs.

The change in her is instant when you follow her advice. She can hardly keep still. And she’s desperate for Bakugo’s cock back in her mouth. He takes the opportunity to thrust into her accepting orifice.

“Fuuuuuck, Camie. This might be better than your pussy.”

It’s a lie, he knows, of course. But as he admires her dribbling mouth and all white eyes, he can’t help but get lost in the moment. He won’t last if he doesn’t stop, and honestly, he doesn’t want to. His two favourite girls naked in front of his very eyes and you’re all fucking each other. He wants you to enjoy her. Really enjoy her. But he wanted his cock sucked first.

“Eat her pussy. Suck on her clit. And don’t stop fingering her.” he tells you.

You’ve lost the energy to keep questioning him. Instead, you lick a stripe up from her hole to her swollen clit. Her pussy lips are so cute and squishy. You wouldn’t have expected a girl with Camie’s physique to have such a chubby pussy. And she is so sweet down there. She does take care in what she eats. And you rarely see her without pineapple juice.

He laughs as your eyes water and you suckle on her cute little clit. How did you ever think you were going to hide your sexuality from him? There was no going back now. Not when your face is buried in his girlfriend’s cunt and you’re quite clearly pussy drunk. You’ll be addicted when you make her cum, it’s erotic in itself that you can have that much power over someone and reduce them to nothing but a shuddering puddle.

And you actually pull it off. That stunning, fat pussy belongs to him and he loves it when she creams. It’s even more exhilarating that his baby sister has done it. Your fingers are so drippy, so tasty, he’ll let you fuck each other whenever you want. He may have been calling you a pervert, but he never said he wasn’t one.

The vibrations in her throat bring Bakugo to his own climax. He doesn’t cum down her throat, though. He pulls out and paints her already messy face. It’s so thick and creamy and she can’t get enough. If there’s anything Camie loves more than sex, it’s cum in particular. She loves it anywhere and everywhere she can get it. So to have the love of her life give her a pretty makeover is nothing but an honour.

He helps her upright, telling her how amazing she is. What a good job she did. And the same to you, too. “Kneel next to each other.” he demanded. And you did. He proceeded to scrape his cum off of her face. He gathered an equal amount in each of his hands on the tips of his fingers. Before you could object, he was shoving them in both of your mouths. “Suck ‘em clean for me.”

You swirled your tongue around them carefully, offering careful kitten licks to clean the mess on his fingers. Camie, on the other hand, was practically deep throating them. Her eyes were blown to hell and her mind was filled with nothing but Bakugo and cum. He shoved his tongue in your mouth and kissed you passionately as a reward for being so good for him. So obedient and so damn willing. Aren’t you grateful he interrupted your play time? He kissed Camie in the same way, a sweet suction sounded as their lips parted. He began to whisper to her, but it was so deep and gravelly there was no way you’d be able to avoid listening.

“Fuck my little sister, Camie. Teach her how girls fuck.”

He walked away to sit at the desk chair by the computer in his room. His cock was softening, but it didn’t stop him from touching himself. Camie practically pounced on you after Bakugo had left the bed just for the two of you. You were like her personal little doll. Your breasts squishing against each other as lay on top of you and grinded her cunt against your thigh. Her kissing was intense, hard but soft all at once. You couldn’t get enough of her. You don’t know how you’ll ever give her back to Bakugo.

“Open your legs for me, pretty baby, need you to spread your pussy open.” she requests.

You do, and she helps position you where she wants you to be. It all clicks into place when she practically sits her sex on top of yours and holds your thigh. Isn’t this fake? This is a myth made up for porn, you were sure of it. But her fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your thigh as she uses it for leverage to grind her cunt against yours.

They’ve both stopped caring whether anyone hears what you’re all up to. It’s been so long since she’s scissored anyone and it’s one of the best pleasures she’ll never be able to experience with her boyfriend. No matter how much they love each other. She supposes that you’re the next best thing. She tilts your head so that you’re facing Bakugo, and you’re both pulling the lewdest faces for him. He’s rock hard again, fucking his fist furiously as he awaits the sight of you cumming against each other from humping your pussies together.

“C-Camie, feels funny,” you tell her.

“’m gonna cum so hard baby.” she responds. You aren’t sure if she is ignoring you or if that is her only answer for what you’ve told her. It’s a little patronising, you think. You know how it feels to cum. You’ve done it enough times. But it feels different. It’s more intense. And she isn’t listening. She doesn’t care. She’s close, she looks like an angel when she moans. Especially when she’s close. “Ohhhhh fuck. I’m cumming, fuck. I’m cumming baby, I- I- hnggggg.” she finishes, she tremors against you but does all she can to continue her pace.

“Ah! Camie—!” all three of you gasp as an explosion of clear liquid erupts from your clenching cunt. Your body as well as Camie’s is completely drenched in your climactic arousal. She humps you through it. Telling you how pretty you are and how amazing your pussy looks. You feel embarrassed, even though they both tell you that you shouldn’t be. “Made such a mess,” you announce, collapsing against the mattress. She puts your legs over her shoulders and begins to drink up every last drop that your heat offered her.

“Your sister’s so tasty babe. I think I wanna keep her.” Camie jokes before nestling her face in between your folds.

“What’d you think of that, hah? Gorgeous girl between your legs and she doesn’t wanna let you go. Best Christmas present you got this year, right?” Bakugo taunts. You can’t even think let alone agree. But you stutter out a yes, he’s right after all.

“Merry Christmas, B-Bakugo.” you manage to stammer out to him.

“Yeah,” he chuckles. “Merry fucking Christmas.”

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