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need some help w organizing my blog...

A bit confusing, but I can explain if their questions (⁠─⁠.⁠─⁠|⁠|⁠）

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reader being insecure about their small boobs :(

including: s.gojo - k. nanami - s. geto - choso k. - t. fushiguro - s. ryomen - m. fushiguro - y. itadori warnings: gojo, toji, geto are suggestiveee

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Satoru Gojo

"The fuck are you talking about, sweet-honey-sugar cakes??" He'd look at you with those stupid pouting lips and blue, puppy eyes. As if he were sadder than you at the moment.

After that night, you'd be lucky if you even have boobs left. Luckily you were just left with hickeys all over your chest, bite marks and soft bruises from his gentle, yet convincing squeezes.

☆~

Kento Nanami

Do not even TRY to argue with this man.

"Honey." He'd start calmly, a big hand already rubbing you arm.

"Your breasts don't matter to me. You have a gorgeous face and wonderful personality. Your perfect breasts are just a bonus." He'll end it with a kiss on your forehead.

☆~

Suguru Geto

Absolutely not impressed.

"They're squishy and cute, what are you complaining about?"

Suddenly stepping forward and groping them.

"If you want, I can show you how much I like them." This man is straight to the point.

☆~

Choso Kamo

"Boob size matters?" He'd ask you, through the fog of his panic from seeing you sad.

His eyebrows furrowed as he looks at you, dumbfounded.

"If so, then I don't care. I don't want bigger boobs—I want your boobs." His eyes accidentally drawn down to the sight of said body part.

☆~

Toji Fushiguro

"Are you serious, doll?" He'd lean forward, glaring into your sad eyes.

"If your boobs were any bigger, then how would I fit the whole thing in my mouth." He points at his opened mouth, his tongue sticking out teasingly.

That night he proved his point.

☆~

Ryomen Sukuna

"Why are you complaining?" He looks at you in disgust.

"You're my woman. You have no right to complain. If I wanted a wife with bigger boobs, then I'd have one right now." He leans forward, right in your face.

"Don't ever complain about the king's taste."

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Megumi Fushiguro

Has absolutely no idea what to do in this kind of situation, but he really wants to comfort you.

"Don't be stupid." That's how he'd start of, mentally smacking himself for his choice of words.

"Your boobs are just... A bit below average." Yet another mental, but a bit harder this time, because he can see the extra discourage on your face.

"I didn't mean that— Look. I love you boobs— I mean, I don't love them, but y'know I think their— fuck... See." He says, suddenly grabbing one of your breast. "They fit perfectly in my hand."

Safe to say, the next smack was not mentally.

☆~

Yuji Itadori

"I think your boobs are pretty!" He says, looking at them with a smile.

"But c'mon, you do know what I like better though, right?" He says stepping closer, eyes drifting down.

"But seriously. I love every part of you, baby."

starting a new serieees

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⁠☆ received some requests! asking for:

Full version of: Threesome thoughts

Full version of: Sensitive

Part 2 of: Love Hotel

Part 2 of: Fill the hole in my heart

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☆ again, but make it hentai

your favs x f!reader a/n: idk i'm bored, non-proofread, non-stop writing

he ruts into you like an animal. lips parted, hair sticking to his forehead, watching as his cute girlfriend squirms under him.

his cock stretches you wide and he fuck you deep. your pussy lips kissing his pelvis as you suck him in, his cockhead slamming any flesh inside you it touches.

your eyes, half-lidded, tears already streaming down you cheeks. incoherent words leaving your your plump lips.

"sho g-good! don't stop—! don't stop, don't stop—hck!"

his tongue flicks out and he licks the tears off your face before burying himself into the crook of your neck. the bed squeaks with every hard thrust. the vulgar, wet sound of your pussy, echoing in the room and in his head.

"i don't plan on it." he growls, voice low and raspy.

he's too big for you, but he found a way for him to fit nice and snuggly. with your legs pushed back, knees almost touching your bouncing breasts. one meaty arm hooked around your thigh, while making sure his hand could still reach your plump breast, fingers pinching your nipple.

his other arm firm beside you head, carrying the weight of his body. he won't crush you, he won't lose it. not yet.

salty, sweet fluid gush and make a white circle around his cock. his dick is heavy, your battered pussy tightening around it, making him his, before stifling his grunt by nipping your neck.

"fuck it."

your eyes widen, having heard his words, but your head is too fuzzy to register what's happening. in one swift move, he flips you to lay on your stomach, before hoisting up your hips. your face flat on the mattress. he shoves himself back into you and you mewl, having to turn your head to catch your breath.

his chest it flat on your back. his sweat mixing with yours. in this position your could feel him hitting all sorts of spots. grazing, slipping and sliding. it's almost overwhelming. he's so big, it's like you're feeling him in your throat. he's slamming into you as if he's trying to make you sore later.

he fully pulls out, cock unable to handle its own weight, before quickly slapping back into you. it's so loud, it's shameful.

he fucks you like a dog. mouth open, panting and grunting into your ear, hands on you, exploring, keeping you there, even as you spasm, trying to crawl away.

then you feel it. his hand snaking down your thigh, fingers finding your clit. rubbing the bundle of nerves as if his relentless pace wasn't already enough. but oh, how you squeeze around him. how could he hold back?

"i'm gonna cum—! fuck! i'm gonna cum!"

your knuckles turn white from gripping the sheets so tightly.

"i know, baby..."

he kisses your ear. he could feel it. you're twitching, squirming, toes curling. he knows all to well, but you've spoiled him. he needs to see you cum.

roughly, hastily he flips you over again as if you were just a doll. but he doesn't let his pace falter. he buries himself deep, before sliding out, leaving you empty, but he snaps his hips so fast—you don't even need to miss him.

and there it is.

your fucked out face.

drool dripping down to your chin, eyes barely open and teary, cheeks burning and bright red, mouth agape, whimpering, moaning, whining. you're so close.

he angles his hips, making sure to fuck you just right, before he starts rubbing your clit. callused finger toying with the sensitive bud. pinching, rubbing, lifting that hood and touching it bare. he watches every reaction, until he picks out his favourite one, then repeats it again and again.

"come on, cum on my cock, angel."

he demands with one hard thrust. you feel it. that warm feeling pooling up in your lower abdomen, teasing its release. your clenching around him like a vice. your eyes blown open, muscles tight. mouth wide, releasing a silent scream before you start babbling nonsense. he groans, seeing you fall apart, feeling you pulsate around his cock.

he doesn't stop then.

he keeps going. the same pace. the same punishing thrusts. deep, hard. too much now that you're sensitive. he's putting you through it and past your high. watching how begin to sob and whine, pushing at his chest.

he eyes you down, before catching the sight of his dick.

inside you.

with a snicker and a smirk, he presses his warm palm down on your stomach, pushing down on the bulge. feeling how much he's stuffing inside you.

"not done yet, angel."

his tip punches your cervix and you feel him twitching inside you. he's getting sloppy, desperate. he slides his hand up from your hips, before wrapping his arms around you, thrusting up into your with long drags and fast pushes.

finally he stops, balls deep, filling you to the brim, then spilling hot ropes of cum into you. hips jerking, rubbing against yours. he rolls his hips, making your eyes roll back. his pelvis rubbing against your clit. you've made a mess on your thighs and his. white, sticky, lewd.

before he's even down from his high, he's moving again. fucking his cum deeper inside you.

you swear you're going to pass out.

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☆~ Maybe life would be better here?~☆

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☆~ he buries his tongue into you so politely. callused fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your thighs. guiding your squirming body closer to his gentle lips.

only separating from you to suckle on your clit. his tongue swirling around it, urging the hood up, making you twitch.

"shh..." he rubs circles on your inner thigh. his breath hitting your wet, bare skin. "i've got you."

his tongue returning into your slick, dragging in and out. sucking and slurping to make sure he gets every drop you give him.

his tongue dipping into you and curling, before slowly dragging out the pink muscle. repeating the lewd action again and again.

and once you finally come, he doesn't move an inch. keeping his lips pressed against you, tongue feeling the pulsing of your walls, while he's looking up at you, watching you fall apart.

~⁠☆ MEGUMI, yuta, nanami, CHOSO, inumaki

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🎀~ Bra-ears

Yuji's folding laundry, fluff

"What's that?" You ask with narrowed eyes, but amusement teases your expression.

"What's what?" Yuji responds, sounding genuinely confused, glancing around the room for anything you might be talking about.

You stifle a laugh, watching how the bra strap swing while he turns his head. Finally, he realizes.

"Ohh, this." He points at your bra which lays on his head, making two ear-like lumps.

Giggling, you walk over to him, moving folded laundry away to make space for you to sit.

"I don't know, I think it's pretty stylish." He says, striking a pose.

You smile, grabbing your cute boyfriend's cheeks.

"Oh yeah? Then why don't you go out like that and make a statement?" You tease.

Yuji's face flushes a bit and he looks away to the side.

"Nah... It's not that comfortable and it easily falls." He proves his words by shaking his head out of your grasp and the bra falls of his head.

Suddenly, he leans forward, leaning down to bury his face into your chest. His hair brushing against the fabric of your shirt. He looks up at you with flittering eyes.

"This is better..."

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🎀~ Threesome thoughts

Call me nasty, but... threesome w aged-up megumi and yuji

"Fuck, look at that ass..." Yuji's low words fade into a hiss as he slowly eases himself back in. Offering your ass a hard smack.

The stretch makes your eyes roll back. Your breath hitches, a moan muffled by Megumi's cock, escapes. The vibrations causes his head to through back, his grip on your hair tightening, forcing your mouth lower.

Your plump, saliva-wet lips at the base of his cock.

Behind you, Yuji presses his hand down your back, deepening your arch, then starts to thrust. Every crease of his dick dragging against your soaking walls. He starts of slow, but his tip never fails to tease that sensitive spot inside of you. The more you clench and tighten around his cock, the more vigorous he gets.

He's so deep inside, you can feel him in your throat. No wait, that's Megumi. Who's sitting in front of you, hair clinging to his forehead, watching Yuji rut into you like an animal, while guiding your mouth around his cock. Every sob, whimper and cry of pleasure you let out, causes his hips to jerk, making you gag a bit.

"M-My turn after you cum, Yuji." He huffs out, but his throat so dry and raspy, that it sounds like a growl.

Yuji nods absentmindedly, too focused on the sight of your pussy lips kissing the base of his cock.

You're in for a long night.

I MIGHT make a full version of this...

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🎀~ 𝕌𝕟𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝

Megumi sees you in a g-string/thong for the first time—immediately regretting calling them unpractical

aged up Megumi, lingerie, doggy-style, mdni

"What is that?" Megumi asks with a raised eyebrow.

He watches you as you take your shopping haul out of their bags. There a food, mostly sweets and some your guy's favourite snacks. A few clothes, some  soft pyjamas for him and some tops for you. But what caught his eyes the most, was the small, thin, lacy piece of clothing you were taking out of a bag.

For each item you would say short sentence, about what is and why you bought it. Almost as if you were making a video. Megumi loves it, he finds your voice relaxing and watches intently, but would never admit that he likes it that much. Most of the time he pretends he couldn't care less.

But for this item, you didn't say anything, simply putting it to the side with the rest of the folded clothes you bought.

"Oh, just panties. Needed some new ones." You say casually, already un-bagging other items.

Megumi crawls closer to you on the couch, reaching to grab the piece of clothing beside you. He holds it with both hands, fingers pinching each corner as he holds it up in front of him.

"Why's it so... thin?" He says almost confused. "These do NOT look like your regular panties." You watch as your boyfriend messes with the fabric and measures it with his fingers.

"It's a thong, Megumi." You explain, watching him with a small smile.

"You said it was panties."

"They're the same thing."

"No. This one looks more uncomfortable. The straps are too thin, they'd barely cover and protect your skin. It's almost like it'll just go between your-" His face flushes at the thought. "A-and the lace... it look... itchy. It might irritate your skin."

You giggle softly, looking at your boyfriend who looks genuinely worried. But nothing can hide the blush that decorates his face. Gently, you take the white thong out of his hand, swinging it around your finger.

"I just wanted to try them out, okay?" You shrug, leaning back on the couch.

Megumi rolls his eyes. "It's unpractical."

"Impractical."

"Unpractical." He repeats himself. Using the less popular, but better word.

"Whatever. I'm just gonna try them on." You push yourself off the couch and start heading to your bedroom.

Megumi just sits there, sighing before he continues reading his book while waiting for you. After a few moments, you emerge from the bedroom. Wearing your loose indoor t-shirt and the thong. Megumi's eyes flick up to you like a deer caught in headlights. Your face shows uncertainty and you do a quick spin. You didn't really think they looked good.

"They look kind of weird..." You mutter, looking at Megumi.

His lips are slightly agape, his grip on his book tightening. He realises he's staring and immediately looks away, clearing throat. His face is bright red and he hastily places his book on top of his lap, to cover a certain something.

"It looks good." He utters.

You tilt your head to the side and start walking over to him. He tenses up the closer you get. You take a seat on his lap.

"Oh? But I thought you said it's unpractical?"

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"F-fuck, you better buy more of these..." He tugs on the thong with his right hand, his other hand pushing down on your back, keeping it arched.

Your face is smothered against the pillows, muffled noises leaving your lips with every thrust of Megumi's hips. His cock grazing against the narrow fabric of your thong that's pushed to the side. He's so deep inside you, you swear you feel him pounding your cervix.

Every time you try to shy away or escape his relentless thrusts into your poor pussy, he only presses you harder against the bed. Every time you try to bring your rear down, away from his length that slides in and out, in such ways that hit every perfect spot inside you that makes you squirm.

He uses his grip on your thong to pull your ass back up, so he could keep himself deep inside your battered pussy.

"This thing looks so- hck! G-good on you, fuck, Y/n..." He groans into your ear. His hard chest leaning against your back. 

He lifts himself off you, angling his hips. He watches how your essence drips out of you, and ruins your thong. Loving how every time he hits the right spot, you just cry and squirm. He tugs you higher up by your thong. The fabric tight against your clit now. Friction being made as he tugs and pulls, very thrust making the thong move against your little bud.

His thrusts become sloppy and his hold on you tighter. He moves his other hand off your back and uses it to hold your waist. He buries himself deep inside you before releasing into the elastic of the condom, the warmth of his seed making your walls soak.

"C'monnnn, you too now." He lets go your thong and rubs his fingers against the fabric that cover your clit. Slowly moving inside of you a bit more until you come around him, making both your head fuzzy.

His thrown back head tilts back down to look at you. Writhing under him, your newly bought white thong wet and the lace slightly ripped.

"Let's get you washed up. We're going to the mall."

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I MEANT YOUR LASHES, MEGUMI

cont. reader always forgets to include context (real), so when she goes to ask Megumi for his lash routine… Just a SHORT smau I thought of

agedup!Megumi x reader

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“Keep going, angel— Fuuuck…” His fingers dig into your soft hips.

His eyes boring at the sight of your pink panties against his boxer. He can’t stop leaking pre-cum and it’s evident due to the big splotch on his boxers. But you’re one to talk, your panties are damp as you drag your clothed clit against his throbbing bulge.

Slow, agonising movements against his cock that twitches under you. Pressing hard against the fabric as if wishing it would rip.

Your movements speed up. Pressure building up.

The knot is tight and you have to steady yourself by clenching the fabric of his shirt. His hands tentatively helping you with your movements. Nothing in your head but grind, grind, grind.

And it snaps.

You feel your walls flutter and your body twitches as your orgasm crashes over you. He groans. He loves watching you use him for your own pleasure. Watching you work for it.

His hands slide down your hips, to your panties. Two fingers drag the fabric to the side. He then frees his cock and eases it into you. Feeling your walls clench and spasm around him. How the nectar of your high coats him.

“My turn.” He whispers into your ear.

He loves fucking you while you’re sensitive.

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Cold Hands

You and Megumi follow closely behind the energetic Yuji and Nobara. Yuji struggles to hold all of Nobara's shopping bags, regretting ever agreeing to go Christmas shopping. Fortunately, he was able to drag you and Megumi along.

The two of you refused to help him. Every time you saw him struggling to keep a grip and balance everything, you simply looked away. You and Megumi had that mutual resolve.

"Ah! We should go to the fair nearby!" Nobara beams.

Yuji does not feel like walking any longer, but the thought of sweet, chocolatey hot cocoa, spicy gingerbread cookies, and cute knitted sweaters is difficult to resist. He sighs, nodding his head in defeat.

"Alright." Suddenly, he gains a burst of energy, a grin that matches Nobara's spreading across his face. "Let's go!!"

Like sorcerers on a mission, they make a beeline down the sidewalk. Destination: a probably overcrowded, overpriced, freezing Christmas street fair.

Megumi and you, being the loyal but low-energy friends that you are, follow suit.

The cold winter air fans against your faces as you break through the light wind barriers. Megumi buries his face deeper into his scarf, though it still isn't as effective as he expected. Sure, you're cold too, but Megumi looks like he's freezing.

He looks almost shrunken, with how much of his face is covered by fabric, his ungloved hands shoved deep inside his pockets.

How idiotic of him to forget such vital winter equipment. Gloves.

"I hope they have more indoor stands there," Megumi mutters, his voice a little muffled by his scarf.

"Snowy boots making tiled floors muddy and wet? Puffy, big jackets making rooms more crowded? Store stands?" You list off some points.

"I know you're cold, Fushiguro. But let's be honest here, there won't be many indoor stands." You offer him a small, teasing, yet reassuring smile.

Megumi grumbles quietly, but he can't deny that you're right. As you both walk down the snowy sidewalk, you watch as your friends disappear, almost out of sight, leaving you behind. Neither of you makes a move to catch up.

In fact, Megumi slows his pace a bit, slipping his hands out of his pockets and bringing them to his mouth. Lifting his face out of his scarf, he parts his lips and exhales a soft, slow, warm breath onto his palms. He repeats the process until he's satisfied.

You watch him with curiosity and slight pity. Soon enough, Megumi feels his nose start to go numb from being exposed, so he tucks the bottom half of his face and his hands back under the cover of his scarf.

Without a second thought, you suddenly take his hands in yours, gently bringing them to your mouth before slowly breathing onto them. Your warm breath fans against his skin, making his face flush. Just moments ago, he was freezing, but now warmth rushes to his cheeks.

There's one more thing he notices, though.

Your hands are cold too.

"Why are your hands... so cold?" he wonders aloud.

"Well... Cold hands are often a sign that your body is trying to maintain its regular temperature. Always having cold hands, however, could mean there's a problem with blood flow or the blood vessels in our hands."

He shuts you up by pressing his lips against yours. You giggle against his lips, and he smiles against yours.

Whether it's cold or freezing, winter or the Arctic-

He's never felt warmer than when he's with you.

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Coffee Break

pre-relationship Megumi crack

(Y/n) and Megumi are chilling in the break-room after training. Maki and Nobara are showering.

This girl and boy both love coffee. Whenever they're in the break-room after training, Megumi would wait and watch as (Y/n) prepares her coffee. He'd watch like a grumpy dog waiting for his kibble. But OBVIOUSLY (Y/n) isn't preparing coffee for Megumi. 

She only prepares enough for one cup.

She pours the newly brewed coffee into her mug, mixing in the usual extra ingredients of choice. Though she doesn't like her coffee boiling hot, so she'd used the time of it cooling down to quickly head to her dorm and change out of her training clothes.

Megumi would use this moment to get up from his seat, head over to the counter and take (Y/n)'s coffee. Sometimes she'd sip the drink before leaving, in hope he won't take it, but he'd simply wipe the edge with his thumb, then claim the coffee as his.

Yuji would watch this at a daily basis and it never fails to make him chuckle. He won't stop Fushiguro though, he like seeing (Y/n) all pissed off.

This time was different though. As usual, the moment she leaves, he gets up and heads to the counter. He takes a sip of the sweet-bitter goodness, only to spit it out. He coughs, chocking in front of the sink.

Yuji immediately gets up.

"What the hell?!" The mad Megumi grumbles.

"What's wrong, Fushiguro?" The curious and worried Yuji asks.

They both sniff the cup and Megumi realizes what it is.

"Soy sauce?!" They exclaim in unison.

"With milk and sugar." (Y/n) adds, leaning against the doorframe.

"Why you-" Megumi's piercing eyes immediately dart to her.

Before you know it, they're having a chase down the halls. Megumi yelling "get back here!" and (Y/n) giggling the whole time.

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Megumi Fushiguro isn’t one for jerking off. He usually just ignores his annoying erection and tries to sleep it off. But ever since he got his hands on you…

“Y-yeah, squeeze it like that…Fffuck…” His breath is heavy, hitching when you squeeze him just right.

His hand on yours, guiding your movements. Dragging your touch up and down his hard cock.

“If you’re just going to hold and move my hand yourself, why don’t you just do it yourself?—“

He shuts you up by grabbing your head then pushing his tip into your mouth.

“Keep pumping, pretty. Or else you take more.”

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Awkward

-> Choso x afab!Reader

Summary: Choso’s weak when it comes to you.

Warnings: Smut, piv, mention of cum, riding, non-proofread

Wc: 500... I think

"You look so pretty like this, baby." Choso's words are muffled against your chest.

His lips graze up the skin between your breast, before focusing on the skin of your neck. His tongue darts out to lick you and taste your salty skin. He's almost addicted.

He's addicted to swallowing your moans, kissing your skin, bitting your flesh. But never too hard. He'd never hurt his girl.

"Awe, thank you, pretty boy." Your fingers gingerly run through his soft hair.

Your thighs feel so warm around his lap. He loves how he could look up at you in this position. As if he were looking up at his own personal goddess. His hands explore your body, any inch he could reach. He can't deny it.

He loves it when you straddle him.

"I was thinking..." You look off to the side shyly, uncertain. Your finger toys with his bare chest, tracing invisible circles. "Maybe... We can try something new?"

Choso's eyes widen in surprise, his cheeks flushing red. Curiosity floods his mind, joined with eagerness and excitement. He edges you on, by giving a squeeze to your bare thigh. 

You sway your hips a bit, grazing your damp panties against his boxers. You feel his erection twitch against you. A quiet hiss leaves your boyfriend's lips.

"Perhaps we could try doing it like this?" You suggest.

"Like... Like this?" He asks confused, but intrigued.

You nod, before pressing your hand against his chest, then gently pushing him backwards. His back meets the soft feel of the mattress and pillows behind him.

Fuck, the sight is better from down here. He feels more of his blood start flowing southward. His boxers feel like a cage. The teasing sight of your clothed pussy against his restrained cock, makes his breath hitch.

His hands are carefully placed on your hips, unconsciously dragging you back and forth. Just to feel that sweet friction, even if it's just a bit.

You giggle at the sight of your slowly, crumbling boyfriend, who lies under you while you straddle him.

"So... Is that a--?"

"Yes. It's a yes." Choso answers almost too quickly.

You drag your hands away from his chest, about to pull your panties to the side, but he beats you to it. Two hands frantically move, with the purpose of getting into you.

Two cold fingers pull your panties to the side, while using his other hand to pull down his boxers, just enough for his cock to spring free. Quickly, he rips a condom open with his mouth, before sliding it on.

He looks up at you, watching how your face contorts softly, as he eases himself into you. His eyebrows furrow, feeling how you suck him in so nicely. But what really got him off, is when you suddenly drop your hips down. Your breast bouncing while you do so. It's quite a sight.

Your clit hits his pelvis and every inch of his cock is enveloped by your heat.

He stares at you, lovingly. Hands on your hips, caressing you up and down as he watches you adjust to him.

His eyes on your hooded ones, before gazing down at where your bodies connect.

With a teasing smile, you give him a playful squeeze. His cock twitches inside you.

You suddenly feel a hot liquid oozing inside you and his erection pulsates, before softening a little bit, but he's somehow still hard. His wide eyes snap up to look at you. A flustered expression on his handsome face, his lips parted. You also meet his gaze with a puzzled look of your own.

"Did you just cum...?"

"...yeah."

Poor Choso. He already gets off by just simply having you on his lap.

He couldn't take the thought, sight and feeling of your riding him, and probably short circuited.

He cummed, before you could even move an inch.

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Megumi has always been a reserved man. Since his teenage years, he’d always wear that stoic expression of his…

until he met you.

Every time your arms or legs graze each other during fighting training, he feels his desire twitch.

Now he can’t control how his boxers get tight just by the pretty sight of you. After training and sparring sessions, he has to retreat to his dorm to deal with his raging erection.

Why do you get him like this? How could he be so strong… yet so weak to you?

“Fuuuck…” Megumi groans into his hand.

His other leads him to his release. On his bed, is a picture of you and him, from an earlier hangout.

“I can’t go on like this…”

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Megumi Fushiguro is the kind of man who sends “you up?” texts. And when you dare NOT to reply, he’d be at your door within minutes.

“You busy?” He’d ask casually, as if he weren’t already hard. Always keeping up his deadpan expression.

But not long later, he’s thrusting into you without restraint. Relishing the feeling of your heat around him. Because his hands just don’t make the cut anymore.

“I know you’re tired, princess. But I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.” And he always does.

Megumi LOVES these nights.