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[yurizq]

ෆ You didn’t say anything at the party.

Not when the girl leaned in too close. Not when she touched his arm. Not when Choso—sweet, awkward, bashful Choso—just smiled and let her.

He didn’t flirt back.

But he didn’t stop it either.

So you smiled. Kissed his cheek. Told him you were ready to go.

And now?

Now he’s tied to the bed, wrists knotted to the headboard with silk, hips twitching up desperately while you sit on top of him, panties soaked and pressed right against the swollen bulge in his sweatpants.

“You liked her touching you?”

“N-no—” he gasps, “I—I didn’t even notice—”

“But you didn’t stop her.”

You grind your hips slowly over his cock, feeling it throb hard against your clothed cunt. His breath catches, back arching off the bed.

“I was being polite—” he chokes.

“Polite?” You lean down, lips brushing his ear. “You let her get so close. Let her touch you like you weren’t already mine.”

“I didn’t—fuck—I didn’t mean to—”

You roll your hips again, slow and cruel, and watch him suffer. He’s so hard it looks painful, his cock straining against the fabric.

“I should fuck someone else,” you whisper, voice dark. “Make you watch. Maybe then you’d understand how it feels.”

He gasps, shaking his head. “No—please, baby—I didn’t mean it—I swear—!”

“Then take your punishment.”

You sit up and grind again—rhythmic, wet, dragging your soaked panties over the shape of his cock. Every friction-drenched pass makes him moan louder, hips bucking involuntarily before you slap his thigh.

“Stay still.”

He’s panting now. Sweating. Eyes glassy.

You run your hands down his chest and smirk. “You wanna cum so bad, huh?”

“Yes—please—I��m so close—”

“But I haven’t even touched your cock,” you murmur, grinding down harder, letting your clit rub just right along his length. “You gonna cum in your pants like a desperate little virgin?”

He whines, shaking beneath you. “Please—let me—let me cum—please, I won’t look at anyone else—I promise—”

You lean down again, breath hot on his lips. “You’re lucky I’m even using you right now.”

He groans. His cock twitches. He’s so close—hips jerking, chest heaving, mouth dropping open in a silent cry.

And then?

You stop moving.

Lift your hips just enough to take the pressure off.

He sobs. Loud.

“Why—why’d you stop—? I was so close—!”

“I know,” you say sweetly, brushing his hair off his forehead. “That’s the punishment.”

You reach down and cup his leaking cock through his sweats, squeezing just enough to make him twitch again.

“You don’t get to cum until I feel like you deserve it.”

“Please—please, baby—”

You rub slow, just enough to edge him again, then pull away before he tips.

“You gonna let another girl touch you again?”

“No—n-never—I swear—”

“You sure? You looked real flustered. Thought maybe you liked it.”

“I only want you,” he gasps. “Please—please let me cum—I’ll be so good—”

You straddle him again, grinding softer now, just enough to keep him crying.

“Next time you forget who you belong to, I’m not going to grind on you.”

You lean in, lips barely brushing his, whispering—

“I’ll let someone else do it while you watch.”

And just like that?

He cums in his pants. Loud, shaking, sobbing with his head thrown back, cock twitching uncontrollably beneath you as he ruins himself under your control.

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hear me out.. megumi and reader in the back of the car while ijichi's driving...

ෆ You hadn’t even fully closed the car door before Megumi was on you.

Not with his hands — no, he was too controlled for that — but with the heavy, silent pressure of someone who was so far beyond angry that he didn’t need to yell. Not yet.

He sat beside you in the backseat, one thigh bouncing, arms crossed tight across his chest. He didn’t look at you. He didn’t need to.

Because he saw your little club post. Saw your skin out. Saw the way your dress clung to your hips. Saw the drink in your hand when you swore you’d stay in for the night.

And he waited.

Waited until Ijichi slid into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and adjusted the rearview mirror.

Then he finally turned toward you — calm, cold, pissed.

“I told you not to go out.”

You blinked, still warm with that soft, fuzzy club buzz.

“I just had a drink,” you muttered. “It wasn’t even a guy’s night. We just—”

“You went without telling me,” he said flatly. “You turned your location off. You wore that slutty little dress I told you to throw away.”

Your throat tightened.

He shifted, slowly unbuttoning his slacks.

“If you want to act like a whore,” he muttered, “you can choke like one.”

Your breath hitched. Eyes wide.

Ijichi was right there.

But your thighs clenched.

Megumi leaned toward you, voice low.

“Get on the floor.”

You hesitated — just one second too long — and he gripped your chin hard between his fingers.

“You’ve got five seconds to get on your knees, or I’m fucking your throat right here with your seatbelt still on.”

You slid off the seat.

The car jolted slightly as you sank to the floorboard in front of him, heart pounding. Your head swam just a little — the last of the liquor still buzzing in your blood — but your eyes stayed focused.

You wanted to please him. Needed to fix this.

Megumi pulled his cock out, already hard. Already leaking.

“You’re gonna take every inch,” he growled. “And you’re gonna stay there.”

You nodded — breath caught in your throat — and leaned in.

The first taste of him was salty. Warm. Heavy on your tongue. You sucked the tip in slow, letting your lips wrap around him while he stared down at you, jaw tight.

“That’s it,” he muttered, fingers slipping into your hair. “Open wider.”

You did — and he slid in deeper.

You moaned around him, sucking gently as he filled your mouth, inch by inch. He was thick. Heavy. Your lips stretched, tongue flattened, jaw aching already — and you loved it.

“You’re not even fighting it,” he whispered. “You like being used, huh?”

You nodded with his cock in your mouth.

“Drunk little slut out dancing for attention,” he growled. “But now you’re on your knees choking on my cock like the good girl you pretend you’re not.”

He thrust deeper.

You gagged once — softly — but he didn’t pull back. Just adjusted his grip, holding your head down until your throat squeezed around him.

“Breathe through your nose.”

You did — tears brimming, spit dripping down your chin, body trembling as the car swerved gently with every turn Ijichi made.

Up front, Ijichi was silent.

Megumi was rock still.

And you… you were full. Mouth stretched wide, throat clenching around him as he used your mouth with slow, shallow rolls of his hips.

“Don’t fucking stop,” he whispered. “You’re staying down there until I cum.”

You moaned around him, cheeks hollowing as you sucked harder — drool spilling down your chin, his cock shining wet in the dashboard light. Every time you swallowed around him, he groaned low under his breath.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You feel that? That’s me hitting the back of your throat. That little twitch? That’s your gag reflex.”

You whimpered — thighs clenched together, slick and aching — but you didn’t move. You just kept sucking.

“You’re gonna swallow it all,” he breathed. “Every drop.”

And he fucked your mouth faster now — quiet, shallow thrusts, holding your head in place as your nose buried in his skin, lips swollen and spit-slick.

Your eyes fluttered shut.

You felt him start to twitch.

His fingers dug into your scalp, and his jaw clenched.

“Fuck—fuck—swallow it—”

And he came.

Hot and thick, down your throat — pulse after pulse — and you swallowed on instinct, moaning around him as your body shook, lips still wrapped tight around the base of his cock.

He didn’t pull out right away.

Just breathed. Controlled. Silent. While your mouth stayed full.

Eventually, he pulled back, slow, a slick pop following as your lips slipped off the head of his cock.

Your chest rose fast. Face wet. Eyes glazed.

Megumi stared down at you like he’d just claimed you all over again.

“Next time,” he muttered, tucking himself back into his pants, “you ask permission before leaving the fucking house.”

You nodded.

Still kneeling. Still trembling.

Ijichi pulled into the curb and shifted the car into park.

“We’ve arrived,” he called back.

You quickly wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

Megumi leaned down and fixed your hair like nothing happened.

“Let’s go.”

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ෆ You heard the front door unlock around midnight.

Your heart stopped. You were off the couch before your mind even caught up, bare feet thudding on the floor.

“Megumi?” you called out, voice shaking.

He stepped into the hallway like a ghost — soaked, dirty, knuckles bleeding, blood smeared on the side of his face.

Like he hadn’t just vanished without a word for two fucking days.

“You went on a mission,” you said slowly, disbelieving.

He didn’t even flinch. “Yeah.”

“Alone.”

“…Yeah.”

“Megumi, what the fuck—”

“I didn’t want you to worry,” he said too calmly, pulling off his jacket and walking past you like this was just any other night.

You stared at him. “Are you serious right now? You disappear for two days, not one message, and that’s your excuse?”

“I knew you’d get upset,” he muttered, like he was already exhausted.

“I was upset! I thought you were dead! I stayed up both nights in case someone called to tell me you bled out in a ditch somewhere!”

He stopped at the doorway to the bedroom, jaw tight. “But they didn’t. I came back.”

You marched toward him, seething. “So now I’m just supposed to be grateful you’re not dead? You didn’t even give me the choice to worry.”

“I handled it. I’m fine.”

You shoved him.

Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make him stop and really look at you.

Your voice cracked. “I needed to know you were okay. That’s what people do when they love someone. They tell them.”

His hands twitched at his sides, as if he didn’t know whether to hold you or pull away. “I’m sorry.”

You swallowed hard. “No, you’re not. You’re brushing it off like I’m overreacting.”

He closed the distance suddenly — chest nearly pressed to yours, tension coiling off of him. His hand found your jaw, warm and rough and trembling slightly.

“I’m not brushing it off,” he said lowly. “I just didn’t want to drag you into it. It was ugly. I thought I could keep you safe by keeping you out of it.”

You tried to shove him again — but this time he caught your wrists.

“I don’t need protecting from the truth, Megumi!” you yelled. “I need you!”

And then he kissed you.

It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry — his mouth crashing into yours like a wave, like he’d been holding back every word, every apology, and could only say it with his body now.

You clawed at his shirt, grabbing handfuls of fabric as he walked you backward toward the bed. He tore your top off like it offended him, hands cupping your tits roughly, thumbs swiping over your nipples.

“Still mad?” he asked against your lips, voice deep and tight with restraint.

“Yes,” you hissed.

He shoved your panties down your thighs with one hand and pressed his fingers between your folds, groaning when he felt how soaked you already were.

“You’re fucking dripping,” he growled. “You act so pissed, but your cunt’s begging for me.”

“Fuck you.”

“You will.”

You barely had time to think before he’d kicked off his pants, cock springing out flushed and hard — already leaking from the tip. Your mouth dropped open. You always forgot just how big he was when you were this mad.

He lined himself up and pushed in, slow at first — thick head stretching you open until you were arching up with a whimper.

“Fuck—Megumi—too deep—”

“No, it’s not,” he rasped. “You can take it.”

He bottomed out with one brutal thrust, groaning as he filled you to the hilt, hips flush against yours. The stretch made your thighs tremble, and he held them open, hands gripping your legs just beneath your knees to keep you spread.

“You’re not allowed to scare me like that,” you choked out, tears building behind your eyes as his hips began to roll.

“I won’t,” he promised, fucking into you harder. “You hear me? I won’t ever disappear like that again.”

Your hands scrambled for him — arms wrapping around his neck, nails dragging down his back as he pounded into you like he needed it. Like fucking you was the only way to apologize the way he meant to.

“Say you forgive me,” he whispered, fucking you so deep your breath caught. “Say it.”

You shook your head. “I don’t. Not yet.”

He thrust harder.

“Still mad?” he growled into your neck.

“Still—fuck—mad.”

“Then come on my cock while you’re mad.”

He reached down between your bodies and rubbed your clit in fast, tight circles, never slowing his thrusts — the sound of skin slapping, your wet pussy squelching around him, every time he shoved himself to the base.

“I missed this fucking cunt,” he hissed. “You always take me so well, even when you’re pissed.”

You moaned louder, back arching, body twitching beneath him. “Megumi—gonna—fuck—gonna come—”

“Come then,” he ordered, not relenting. “Let me feel how tight you get when you’re angry.”

You came with a cry, thighs clenching around his hips, walls fluttering violently around his cock. Megumi groaned low in his chest, grabbing your hips and pinning you down as he fucked you through it, chasing his own release.

Then—

“Gonna fill you up,” he gasped. “Gonna come inside this messy, angry little pussy.”

You whined, digging your nails into his back. “Do it—please—fill me up.”

He groaned like it hurt and spilled inside you in thick, pulsing waves — cock twitching as he pressed as deep as he could go, burying his release right against your cervix.

For a moment, all you could hear was your panting, the faint squelch of him still twitching inside you.

Your fingers were curled in his messy hair. He hadn’t even taken off his shirt.

“…You’re still an asshole,” you whispered.

He leaned in, brushing his lips over yours, soft now. “I know.”

“But I still love you.”

“…I know that, too.”

He pulled out slowly, and the feeling of his cum leaking out onto the sheets made you hiss.

Megumi reached down and lazily pushed it back in with two fingers, watching your soaked cunt flutter.

“You’re sleeping on the wet spot,” you muttered.

“I deserve that.”

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ෆ Yuji had been talking about this for weeks.

He’d planned the whole thing — lowkey dinner, his favorite casual spot near campus, the booth in the corner where you could laugh and eat and relax — just the four of you. You, him, Megumi, and Nobara. Just friends. No pressure.

“I want them to meet you,” he’d said with a soft grin, arms looped around your waist in bed the night before. “You’re important to me. They should know that.”

You kissed his cheek. “Of course, baby.”

But you hadn’t told him your own plan. You were going to ruin him.

He looked so damn proud when he introduced you.

Yuji stood up as you arrived at the table, pulled you close by the small of your back, beaming from ear to ear like you were some rare prize he’d won at the fair. “This is her,” he said to Megumi and Nobara. “The one I told you about.”

“Hi,” you smiled sweetly.

Megumi gave a nod. Nobara narrowed her eyes. “So you’re the girl who stole his hoodie and disappeared for a week?”

Yuji laughed nervously. “That’s not— She didn’t disappear, she just—she stayed over a few times, that’s all.”

You slid into the booth beside him. Your thigh pressed against his. “I just wanted to keep him warm.”

Megumi’s lips twitched like he was already suspicious.

Nobara snorted. “Right. Sure.”

You leaned over to grab a fry from Yuji’s plate — and your hand stayed there. Dropping. Resting. Slowly sliding down to his thigh under the table.

Yuji froze.

His smile faltered just a little, but he didn’t say a word. Not yet.

“You okay, baby?” you asked sweetly, eyes locked on the menu like nothing was happening.

“Y-Yeah.” His voice cracked. “Totally fine.”

Your hand moved higher. Smooth and slow. A casual brush over the front of his jeans that had his back straightening like he’d been electrocuted.

You watched him from the corner of your eye.

He was already hard.

Pathetic, you thought fondly.

Nobara started talking about some girl from one of her classes — something about a fight and a chair being thrown — but Yuji was zoning out. His eyes were wide, stuck on the table, lips parted, hands balled into fists in his lap as your fingers ghosted along the length of his growing bulge.

“I thought you said you weren’t gonna be nervous,” you whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

“I-I’m not nervous,” he whispered back.

You smiled. “Then why are you sweating?”

His hips jumped when your hand squeezed gently. You could feel the heat through his pants, the way his cock was twitching in your palm already. He shifted awkwardly in the seat and cleared his throat again.

Megumi raised a brow. “You good?”

“Yup,” Yuji squeaked. “Yup. I’m just—hungry.”

“Oh, he’s hungry alright,” you murmured.

He shot you a warning look, cheeks flushed.

You just giggled under your breath, unzipping his jeans beneath the tablecloth like it was the most casual thing in the world.

Yuji grabbed his napkin and slapped it into his lap in one frantic motion.

Nobara blinked. “...You okay?”

“Fine. Totally fine.”

You freed his cock slowly — already hard and leaking — and wrapped your hand around it under the table just as Nobara took a sip of her soda and said, “So how’d you guys start dating?”

Yuji flinched.

You stroked him once.

He twitched violently.

“Sh-She came up to me at the gym,” he gasped. “Said I looked like I had bad form.”

Megumi made a noise. “You do.”

You hummed and slid your hand down again, thumb smearing the wet slick from his tip.

Yuji’s eyes rolled back for a second before he bit his lip hard. You felt his cock jerk in your hand. So close already, and you hadn’t even started stroking properly.

“C’mon, Yuji,” you murmured, dragging your fist back up slow. “Be polite. Tell them what else I said.”

His voice was barely a breath. “Y-You said—fuck—said I was cute…”

You smiled. “Good boy.”

Nobara blinked. “What?”

“Nothing!” Yuji barked, too loud. His face was red. “She said I was cute!”

You giggled, hand moving faster now, wrist flicking the way you knew he liked. He was melting. His head dropped forward a little, breath shivering, trying not to thrust into your palm.

Megumi’s eyes narrowed. “You sure you’re okay?”

Yuji didn’t answer. His mouth opened, but no sound came out — just a strangled little moan that he covered with a fake cough.

Your hand squeezed, twisting near the his tip, and his thighs shook under the table.

You leaned close, whispering, “Gonna cum, baby?”

His hips jerked.

“Right here? While your friends are watching?”

“P-Please—” he whimpered.

You jerked him fast now, grip tight and mean, dragging his orgasm out of him with no mercy. His cock twitched and throbbed in your hand, and then—

Hot, sticky cum spilled all over your fingers.

Yuji bit down on his knuckle to stay silent, trembling, entire body twitching while you milked him through it under the table.

It was filthy. Warm and slick and wet in your palm.

You licked your lips and reached for your water like nothing had happened.

“Yuji,” Nobara said. “You’re, like… glowing.”

He blinked, pupils blown, face flushed, still twitching from the aftershocks.

“…I love her.”

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ෆ You didn’t think much of it at first.

A pair missing here. A soft, cotton thong you swore you wore last week suddenly gone from your drawer. But you’re messy sometimes. Maybe you left it at your dorm, or in the wash, or— No. Now there’s five missing. And the only person who’s been in your room?

Yuji.

Your sweet, doting, flustered boyfriend who goes red anytime you even kiss his neck too long. Yuji, who insists on folding your laundry for you. Yuji, who always smells like your fabric softener.

You decide to test him. Just once.

So before you leave, you intentionally leave your favorite baby-pink pair draped across your bed.

You come back earlier than expected. The apartment’s quiet. Too quiet. Until you hear it—

Whining. Moaning.

You tiptoe forward—and nearly choke on your breath.

Yuji.

Half-naked on your bed, thick cock in one hand, your pink cotton panties crushed against his face with the other, hips jerking, thighs shaking.

"Fucking hell—smells so sweet,” he gasps into the fabric, tongue sliding over the spot that was pressed against your pussy all day. “Wore these to class, didn’t you? Bet you were wet the whole time…”

His cock twitches, leaking all over his abs, and he moans again—your name, filthy and broken.

"God, I’d eat you out through these—fucking suck your pussy through the fabric, I swear—”

You step into the room. His eyes snap open.

“...Baby—fuck—!”

You raise a brow, heart pounding. “What are you doing with my underwear?”

He scrambles to sit up, flushed and still hard.

"I—I wasn’t gonna cum with them! I just—fuck, you smelled so good—I missed you and—and I needed something—!”

You walk over, pluck the panties from his hand, and slide them down your skirt—right between your legs. Press them into your dripping pussy, grind the soft cotton into your folds until they’re soaked.

Yuji moans like he’s dying.

You hold them out. “You want them? You want the real thing?”

He grabs them, groans, then drops to his knees.

He spreads your legs, eyes glassy.

“You’re fucking dripping,” he breathes, watching your slick glisten. “All this for me?”

You nod, breath hitching.

Yuji growls—and dives in.

He eats you like it’s his last meal—sloppy, filthy, tongue fucking into your pussy while his nose grinds against your clit. Loud slurping sounds fill the room as his moans vibrate through your core.

“You taste like fucking candy—” “Wanna drown in your pussy—shit—” “Can’t stop—fuck, I won’t stop—”

You cry out, thighs squeezing around his head. He doesn’t care. He grabs your ass, pulls you tighter against his mouth, and devours you.

You cum hard, screaming his name, but he just keeps going—tongue lapping at your clit, overstimulating you until you’re shaking.

“Yuji—Y-Yuji please—”

He pulls back, breathless, chin soaked. “Get on the bed.”

You blink, dazed. “What—?”

“Now, baby. Need to fuck you. Now.”

You’re on your back before you can think—legs spread, panties tossed aside, Yuji’s cock thick and pulsing as he lines up and slides in.

"Fuck—fuck, you’re tight—"

He fills you in one hard thrust, bottoming out, your pussy fluttering around him like it missed him.

He moans, loud and ruined. "You’re gonna let me cum inside this sweet fucking pussy, right?"

You nod desperately, gripping his shoulders.

"Say it," he growls, fucking into you harder, slamming your g-spot.

“Please—cum in me—need it—Yuji—!”

He loses it.

"F-fuck, I’m gonna fill you up—gonna fucking ruin you—"

He buries his cock deep, grinding into your cervix as hot cum spills inside you, deep, thick, so much it leaks out around his dick. He stays buried, breathing heavy, fucking it in with slow, deep thrusts.

"Now you’ll smell like me,” he pants, licking your neck. “Next time you go out in those cute panties, everyone will know who you fucking belong to.”

After?

He falls asleep between your legs, head on your belly, arms wrapped around your waist… and your panties in his fist.

Like a pervy little blanket.

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hear me out... megumi letting reader get off by grinding on his abs.

ෆ It started at breakfast.

You’d worn those stupid soft shorts—the ones that barely counted as fabric—and Megumi had already looked pissed about it before you even spoke.

You leaned against the counter, chewing on toast. "You know," you said casually, glancing at his shirtless torso as he poured cereal, "you should let me ride your abs sometime."

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t look up.

You grinned anyway. “Like… properly. Just grind on them ‘til I cum. I bet they’re perfect for it.”

Now that got a reaction. A tight jaw. A sharp exhale through his nose. But he still didn’t give you the satisfaction of a reply. So you kept pushing.

By lunch, you’d asked twice more. At one point, laying across the couch in your tiny tank top, you groaned into your arm with a dramatic sigh:

“I just know I’d cum so fast if you let me… you’re so mean for keeping them to yourself.”

Megumi scoffed under his breath but never answered.

You tried one more time—while he was reading in bed, his long fingers turning pages like he hadn’t been fighting a hard-on all afternoon from all your whining.

“Please?” you whispered, climbing beside him. “You won’t even have to do anything. Just lay back and let me use you.”

He didn’t look at you.

But he did close the book.

With an audible snap.

Then came the sharp exhale through his teeth.

“…You’re so fucking annoying.”

You smiled innocently, knowing you’d won.

Megumi tossed the book on the nightstand, leaned back against the headboard, and reached behind his neck to peel off his black t-shirt in one slow, controlled motion.

And then he said it.

“Get on.”

Your grin was unbearable. You straddled his hips eagerly, already dragging your soaked panties across the warm skin of his abdomen.

Megumi didn’t move.

Didn’t touch you.

Didn’t help.

He just lay there—muscles tense, jaw clenched, like this was some horrible punishment he was enduring for your sake.

"Fuck, you're even better up close," you whispered, breath catching as you rocked your hips once, twice, dragging your aching clit along the ridges of his abs.

“Shut up,” he muttered.

You giggled, grinding a little harder. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me—‘Gumi, it’s so good—”

His hands shot up to grip your thighs, squeezing just hard enough to make you still.

“You’re disgusting,” he muttered again. “Completely fucking deranged.”

But he still guided your hips.

And you still whimpered when the slick fabric of your panties caught on the groove between his abs and slid right over your swollen clit.

“Oh my God,” you moaned, collapsing forward onto your hands. “Just like that—don’t stop—”

“Wasn’t planning to move,” he muttered. “You said you’d do the work. Remember?”

You could barely answer. You were too busy grinding down on his bare torso, soaking him, making a mess with every roll of your hips. You were panting, wild-eyed, rocking back and forth like he was your own personal sex toy.

And he just laid there and took it.

Arms folded behind his head. Lips parted slightly. Brow furrowed, trying not to show how hard he was getting from not even being inside you.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he growled after a minute, his abs twitching under the friction. “You like this that much?”

You nodded desperately, crying out each time you passed over a ridge that pressed just right.

“Say it,” he demanded, voice rougher now. “Tell me you like using me like this.”

“F-Fuck—‘Gumi—feels so good, I can’t—I’m gonna cum—!”

He growled and gripped your hips tighter, dragging you hard across his stomach. “Say it, or I’ll stop.”

You sobbed, eyes rolling. “I love it—I love using you—your abs feel s-so good, please—please let me cum, ‘Gumi—”

He let out a sharp breath, voice cracking, “Cum, then. Be as fucking messy as you want.”

And you did.

You broke apart—hips jerking forward, clit throbbing, body convulsing as you soaked your panties and his abs beneath them. You collapsed against his chest, twitching, dizzy from how hard you came.

You stayed there for a second. Breathing heavy. Eyes fluttering.

Then…

“…Megumi?”

“What.” His voice was flat, but his hand was stroking slow up and down your spine.

You lifted your head, lips flushed and glossy. “Can I go again?”

His head dropped back to the pillows, mouth open in disbelief.

“You’re unbelievable.”

But he didn’t say no.

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ෆ Choso doesn’t feel jealousy like most men do.

He doesn’t brood in corners. Doesn’t start fights. He just goes… still.

So when he sees that guy lean too close to you—when he watches that hand rest a little too long on your lower back—he doesn’t make a scene. Doesn’t even flinch.

He just looks.

Like he’s watching someone make a clerical error. Like he’s going to fix it with a red pen and a cold stare. And that’s when he calls Yuji.

“Someone was touching her.” “What do I do about it?”

Yuji, ever the chaos goblin, laughs into the phone.

“You fuck her.”

Choso’s quiet. “That’s… the fix?”

“You fuck her until she forgets other people exist. That’s the fix.”

Choso files it away. Doesn’t even question it. If it keeps someone else’s hands off you? He’ll do it.

Even if he doesn’t realize yet that his cock is fucking lethal.

You show up to his place smiling, cute, babbling about your day. Clueless.

He doesn’t say much. Just sits you on his lap, stares down at you like you’ve disappointed him, but he still loves you anyway.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you ask, tilting your head.

His hand slides between your thighs.

"You let someone else touch you," he says, soft but dark. “So now I have to fix it.”

You blink. “…What?”

He stands, still holding your wrist. Pulls you to the bedroom. Quiet. No emotion in his face—like he’s about to clock in for work.

And when he gets you naked? He spreads you on the mattress and stares for a full minute like he’s memorizing the shape of you.

"You forgot you were mine," he says finally.

And then he spits in his hand and strokes his cock—long, heavy, thick, flushed dark at the tip like he's been hard since the moment that guy touched you.

Your mouth falls open. "Choso—what the hell—"

"You let someone else look at you like you’re free use," he mutters, climbing over you, "so now I have to remind you you’re not."

You gasp as he presses in—slow, too slow for how big he is, making your eyes roll back before you’ve even taken half.

"You’re mine," he says again, almost gentle, even as his hands grip your thighs hard enough to bruise.

“Choso—it’s too—fuck—”

He doesn’t listen. Just keeps pushing in until you’re full—stuffed, stretched around him, dripping down your thighs from the stretch.

"You’ll take it," he mutters. “You’ll take all of me, because no one else gets to.”

And then he starts fucking you.

It's rough.

Choso doesn’t just thrust—he drives into you like he’s staking a claim. Big hands keeping you open, letting you feel everything as his cock drags along your walls, thick and veiny and so deep it punches the breath from your lungs.

"You don’t need anyone else to make you feel good,” he growls in your ear. “This pussy’s mine. Say it.”

You choke on a moan. “It’s yours—fuck—yours, yours, yours—”

He grunts, pace getting faster. "That’s right. Only I fuck you like this. Only I can stretch you out this good."

You’re gone. Head thrown back, drooling, gasping with every deep thrust as his cock hits that devastating spot inside you again and again.

“You think that guy could’ve made you cum like this?” he snarls, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him.

You shake your head, dizzy. “N-No—only you—fuck, please—please don’t stop—”

And he doesn’t.

He flips you, face down, fucks you from behind with his hand in your hair, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room like a punishment. Like every thrust is a reminder:

You’re. Not. Going. Anywhere.

You scream when you cum—back arching, clenching down so hard he groans your name through gritted teeth.

“Good girl,” he pants. “You’re mine now. No more mistakes.”

And then he pulls out just to cum on your lower back, spreading it with two fingers before pushing back into you again.

“Didn’t say I was done correcting you.”

[yurizq]

X Links. — JJK MEN (PT.1)

Summary: nsfw twt/x links w your favorite jjk men. afab reader. minors do not interact!!

Note: I really did expect my gojo post to get over 1k likes, like Omgg thank you! I’m really happy people actually liked it I decided to do it again. I hope you enjoy it!

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TOJI FUSHIGURO / SUKUNA RYOMEN

★ cw ; size kink, rough sex, bondage/ropes, MDNI,

ෆ How he sounds.

ෆ he can’t help himself when you tied up for him like a gift.

ෆ His dick is just too big for you! Of course he needs to record his pretty girl with a tummy bulge

ෆ After an argument you two had, you gave him the silent treatment. He decided to say sorry in a different way

ෆ He loves how squishy and soft your ass is while he has you over his lap and his finger digging inside

ෆ He got bored and wanted to send something. teasing for not giving him a goodbye kiss this morning

ෆ Acting like an annoying brat and denying that you'll cum for him... he'll prove you wrong

GETO SUGURU / SATORU GOJO

☆ cw ; bondage, toys, creampie, CNC, dubcon, begging, cockwarming

ෆ How he sounds.

ෆ He cant say no to you even if that means not being able to touch or see you while you tie him up and have your way with him

ෆ He offered to help you study but he suggested something new. Every time you get a answer correct he would finger you

ෆ You two were assigned a mission together but of course he begs and pleads for a quickie before you two leave

ෆ He’s imagining that his sucky silicon toy is your ass

ෆ Cumming inside of his sweet baby after desperate pleas and begging

NANAMI KENTO / HIGURUMA HIROMI

★ cw ; Fingering, spanking, drunk sex, lingerie play, clit play, attitude correction

ෆ How he sounds.

ෆ he loves rubbing your clit as he fucks you nicely after tearing off your favorite lingerie.

ෆ Come home with an attitude? No problem he’ll just fuck the attitude right out of you.

ෆ You can’t even wait till you get home seeing how handsome he is just turns you on.

ෆ You where so drunk tonight, while he was sobber, so to have some fun, he fucked you without mercy the whole night.

ෆ you deserve a spanking after annoying and being naughty to him.

CHOSO KAMO / INO TAKUMA

☆ cw ; lazy sex, clothed sex, soft missionary, rough sex,

How he sounds.

making him cum through his boxers because you’re both were too lazy to take everything off.

slow and soft missionary before bedtime, because he misses you sooooo much.

You were being mean to him earlier so now he’s being meaner by fucking you rough.

[yurizq]

can I request Yuta smut pls 🙏🏾

ෆ You were only supposed to tutor him.

Late nights at his dorm turned into longer nights, until the space between you shrank into soft shoulder brushes, shared laughter, and those lingering glances he never meant to hold for so long. He’d start biting his lip when you leaned over him. Fidgeting. Swallowing hard. Sometimes he’d squirm in his seat when your hand grazed his thigh under the table.

Yuta wasn’t subtle.

But he was innocent. And sweet. And all the more heartbreaking when he finally stammered, one night, “Can I try something? I—I trust you.”

You didn’t make him beg. Not for the first time.

You kissed him slow. Let him breathe. Gave him time to squirm and adjust as you sank down on him for the first time, your cunt swallowing his virgin cock inch by inch while he moaned like he didn’t know pleasure could hurt that good. His fingers clutched your hips, trembling, and he came too fast—hips twitching up into you as he whined, “I-I’m sorry—!”

You didn’t stop.

You held his face. Told him it was okay. Kept him hard inside you, cockwarming him while he shivered and panted under you, already overstimulated but clinging.

That was hours ago.

Now you’re still riding him—slowly, gently, his swollen cock dragging against your soaked walls with obscene, sticky sounds as his body writhes beneath yours. He’s cum at least four—no, five? six?—times inside you, and you’re sure he doesn’t even know anymore.

He’s gone.

Sweat drips down his neck. His pretty hair sticks to his forehead. His eyes flutter weakly, rolling with each thrust of your hips as you keep bouncing on him, trying to coax just one more orgasm out of him. His voice is hoarse, cracked from sobbing, and he’s shaking so badly you finally pause, hovering over him.

“Yuta…” you murmur, brushing his soaked bangs back, your breath heavy. “Baby, we need to stop.”

He blinks up at you, confused, like the words don’t register.

“I’m serious.” Your voice softens. “Look at you. Your legs are shaking, you’ve cum so many times… I think I’m gonna break you.”

“No,” he breathes, still dazed. “No, please—don’t stop…”

His hands grab your hips—weak but desperate—and he bucks up suddenly, thrusting into you.

You gasp, gripping his shoulders. “Yuta—!”

“Please…” he sobs, and the panic in his voice hits you harder than anything. “It still feels good—need you to move, need you to keep going—wanna cum again—”

Your heart stutters.

He’s crying—again—but his cock is still twitching inside you, hot and hard and sensitive, like his body refuses to give up. He thrusts up again, helpless and frantic. “I don’t care if I break—I want it. I want you—please—”

You bite your lip.

“Baby,” you whisper, brushing tears from his cheeks. “I’m scared. You’re so out of it, and I—what if I hurt you?”

“You won’t,” he cries. “You won’t—you never do—just wanna be good for you, please…”

He sounds like he’s begging for his life.

You don’t move for a moment, your hands cupping his flushed face, your thumb tracing along his jaw as his hips twitch up into you again—this time weaker, but just as desperate. His eyes are glassy. His lips trembling. He looks like he might start sobbing again if you stop.

You swallow thickly.

“I need you to promise me,” you murmur, slowly easing your hips down to let his cock sink in deeper. He moans—broken and high. “If it gets to be too much, you’ll tell me. You’ll let me stop.”

“I—I promise,” he breathes, and even though he’s barely holding on, the words are honest.

You nod, kissing his forehead.

“Okay.”

And then you ride him again—this time not slow. You roll your hips harder, grinding deep, letting the sounds of your slick and his soft whimpering fill the air as your hands cradle his head and you fuck him through another orgasm.

He doesn’t even warn you.

He just screams, full-body shaking, tears streaming down his cheeks as hot cum spills inside you again, thick and pulsing, cock twitching with no rhythm. His fingers dig into your skin and his sobs melt into nonsense.

You kiss him.

You hold him.

You stay on him, unmoving now, warm and full, keeping his cock inside you as he cries into your chest.

“You did so good, baby,” you whisper. “You did so, so good.”

And even as he breathes shallowly, shaking like a leaf, he still clings to you like he’ll die if you leave.

“Don’t—don’t pull out,” he mumbles.

You don’t.

Not yet.

[yurizq]

X Links. — GOJO SATORU. ☆

Summary; Satoru Gojo twitter/X links.

warnings; MDNI · Dominant!Gojo · Submissive!Reader · Degradation · Overstimulation · Size Kink · Light Choking · · Rough Sex · Verbal Filth · Crying from Pleasure · Fingerplay · Begging · Power Imbalance ·

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ෆ He fingers you while making you watch his cock. “If you can’t take three fingers, you’re not ready my dick.”

ෆ You’re crying from overstimulation — he keeps going. “You said you could handle it. Don’t go dumb on me now.”

ෆ He grips your hips weakly, eyes wide as you sink down. “F-Fuck, you’re too tight—slow down, baby—”

ෆ His cock slides in slow, stretching you perfectly before he starts pounding. “Can you feel how deep I’m fucking you?”

ෆ Hands on his chest, bouncing deep as he pulls you closer. “So tight… all mine.”

ෆ He’s twitching, overstimulated, begging under his breath. “T-Too much, please—need you so bad—don’t stop…”

ෆ a random video he likes to send to his friends asking if they like it. “What do you think about this Suguru??” “Satoru, what the actual fuck.”

[yurizq]

ෆ You had a point to prove.

Geto Suguru had been teasing you all day — smug little glances, fingers trailing down your back during dinner, subtle looks that promised far more than his polite words ever said aloud.

“You always act like you’re in charge,” you’d muttered earlier, arms crossed, daring him. “Bet you wouldn’t last if I got on top for once.”

He hadn’t even blinked. Just raised one perfectly smug brow. “Then ride me.”

That was two hours ago.

Now, your thighs were burning, straddling his lap, his cock stretching you open slow and deep. You had wanted control — had begged for it, practically climbed into his lap talking shit — but now?

You were shaking.

Geto looked up at you like he was watching a show. His arms were behind his head, relaxed, leaning back against the headboard like you weren’t absolutely wrecked above him.

“Getting tired already?” he asked, soft and smug.

You wanted to slap the smirk off his face. Or maybe kiss it. Either way, you glared. “I’m… not done.”

You tried again — rising up, hips trembling, sliding back down with a quiet whimper. His cock filled you too deep, too thick, every drag of it sending shocks through your spine.

His hands twitched like he was restraining himself.

You rocked your hips slowly, trying to grind the way you’d practiced in the mirror once. It wasn’t elegant. It wasn’t even coordinated. You were losing rhythm, your arms barely keeping you upright against his chest.

Geto tilted his head slightly. “Not quite what you imagined?”

“Shut up.”

He chuckled — soft, condescending. “You really thought you’d be the one in charge tonight?”

You collapsed forward, forehead on his shoulder, breathing hard. “I can do it—”

“No,” he said gently, voice dropping low. “You can’t.”

Before you could argue, his hands were gripping your hips — and suddenly he was thrusting up into you, hard, forcing your body down to meet every thrust.

You screamed.

“Suguru—!” you gasped, nails digging into his arms. “F-Fuck—”

“Oh? Now you remember my name?” he hissed against your ear, snapping his hips harder, rough and precise. “What happened to all that attitude?”

Your legs trembled uncontrollably.

“Not so mouthy now, are you?” he growled, fucking into you like he had something to prove. “Didn’t even last five minutes. Pathetic.”

You whined, sobbing into his skin. Every thrust sent you higher, every drag of his cock brushing that sensitive spot you could never quite reach on your own.

He knew your body too well.

“Was this what you wanted, baby?” he rasped. “Wanted to ride me, huh? Thought you could handle it?”

You nodded weakly, tears in your eyes. You were close, embarrassingly fast — again.

“I c-can’t—”

“You can,” he said sharply. “You’re gonna cum on my cock like a good little girl, and then I’m going to fuck you again until you remember your place.”

You came with a choked cry, back arching, walls clenching so tight he groaned into your hair, thrusts stuttering.

“Fuck—look at that—” he growled, watching you fall apart in his lap, “you’re soaking me.”

You collapsed forward, boneless, twitching.

And he didn’t stop.

“Uh-uh,” he said lowly, flipping you onto your back with ease. “You wanted to be in control, didn’t you? Let’s see how much more this bratty little cunt can take.”

He thrust into you again — hard, fast, unrelenting.

You sobbed, overwhelmed.

Your body was wrecked, sticky and slick from your release, still stretched around his cock as he pounded into you. His hand wrapped around your throat lightly, not choking — just enough pressure to remind you who was really in charge.

“You wanted to ride me?” he whispered, leaning close, forehead touching yours. “Next time, ask nicely.”

You cried his name again — desperate, ruined — and when he finally came, it was deep, hot, buried to the hilt, groaning into your mouth as he filled you up.

You lay there for a long time after, chest heaving, clinging to his shoulders.

Suguru’s hand stroked your side gently, the dominance melted away now, his voice calm again.

“You’re cute when you try to be tough,” he murmured. “But next time… just let me take care of you.”

You pouted into his neck. “Shut up.”

He chuckled, kissing your hair.

“You started it.”

[yurizq]

ෆ You loved humiliating them.

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru — the school’s perfect little nerds. Always polite, always quiet, always in your way. They were everything you hated: smart, awkward, soft-spoken… and easy targets.

You shoved their books off desks. Called them virgins in front of crowds. Made them your favorite game. Every day, you reminded them how untouchable you were. Rich, cruel, popular, with boys wrapped around your finger.

“Can’t imagine either of you even know where a clit is,” you’d laughed once, tossing your hair as they stood there in silence. “Fucking pathetic.”

But they never fought back.

Until you cornered them one too many times.

The library was empty when it happened. You were stuck in detention—again—scrolling on your phone, bored out of your mind. Gojo was watching you from across the room. Geto was pretending to read.

You rolled your eyes. “What? Gonna cry if I look at you too long?”

Gojo stood slowly, walking over. “No,” he said calmly, “I’m going to fuck the attitude out of you.”

You barely had time to blink before he grabbed you by the hair and bent you over the nearest table.

“The fuck—get off me—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Geto snapped, already behind you, yanking your panties down so hard the elastic popped. “You’ve had a smart mouth for weeks. Time to put it to use.”

Gojo’s fingers hooked into your mouth, forcing it open. “Suck,” he ordered, pulling his cock out right in front of your face. Thick, flushed, already leaking. “You’ve got all that lipgloss on—use it.”

You choked when he shoved it in, barely letting you breathe before his cock was hitting the back of your throat.

“Bet you’re used to boys kissing your ass,” Gojo grunted, thrusting hard into your mouth. “But you’re just a fucktoy to us.”

Behind you, Geto dragged his cock between your dripping folds, smacking it against your pussy until you whimpered. “Look at that. The bitch’s cunt is soaked. She likes this.”

He slammed into you without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one savage thrust. You screamed around Gojo’s cock, legs shaking instantly.

“Shut up and take it,” Gojo growled. “You wanted our attention. Here it is.”

Geto was relentless, snapping his hips into yours brutally. “Thought you were above us?” he hissed, spanking your ass hard, making it sting. “You're nothing but a whiny little slut dripping all over my cock.”

Gojo grabbed your face, spit dripping from the corner of your lips as he fucked your throat. “Keep gagging on it. You sound cute when you cry.”

“You don’t get to talk anymore,” Geto hissed, smacking your ass again. “You’re just a dumb fuckhole now.”

“Fucking cum dumpster,” Gojo laughed, fisting your hair tighter as he shoved his cock deeper. “Maybe if you’re good, we’ll let you breathe.”

Your pussy clenched so hard around Geto’s cock that he growled, slamming even harder into you.

“You gonna cum, princess?” he panted. “Gonna cream on the nerd cock you made fun of?”

You moaned — gagged — came so violently your legs nearly gave out, pussy fluttering around Geto as he cursed, shoving deep and unloading inside you with a growl.

“Fuck… Take every drop,” he hissed, filling you to the brim.

You hadn’t even caught your breath before Gojo yanked out of your mouth, dragged you up by the throat, and threw you on your back across the table.

“My turn to ruin this cunt.”

He shoved inside still dripping from Geto’s cum, groaning at how wet and messy you were.

“Ohhh, fuck. She’s full already,” he hissed, fucking you so hard your tits bounced with every thrust. “Don’t worry, princess. I’ll stuff you even more.”

You cried out, nails clawing at the table, lips trembling.

“You’ll never talk shit again,” he panted, fucking you raw. “Not when you know what it feels like to be bred by the boys you bullied.”

When he came, it was deep and brutal, cock twitching inside you as he painted your walls with his cum.

You were shaking. Covered in spit, sweat, tears, cum. Still twitching. Still spread wide.

Geto leaned over, his hand on your ruined lips. “What’s wrong? Not so loud now, huh?”

Gojo grinned, panting. “Guess we finally taught the school bitch some manners.”

[yurizq]

ෆ You didn’t mean to interrupt.

Well… okay. You absolutely meant to.

Yuji had been glued to his game for over an hour now. Leaned forward in his chair, headset on, eyes focused, all soft grunts and furrowed brows as he called out directions to his friends over the mic.

"Gojo, you’re gonna aggro the boss again—bro, wait—"

You watched him from the bed, legs crossed, wearing the shortest pair of sleep shorts you owned. He hadn’t even glanced at you. Not when you shifted. Not when you stretched and fake-yawned. Not even when you sighed loud enough to echo across the room.

So you got up.

And dropped between his legs.

Yuji blinked once, lowering his eyes just enough to see you crawling onto the floor. He tried to smile, looking adorably confused. “Huh? Babe, what are you doing—?”

You didn’t answer. Just pulled his sweats down and tugged his cock out, already half-hard from just the sound of your voice earlier.

“W-Wait, baby, my mic—” he whispered harshly, grabbing for your wrist. “It’s—it’s on—”

You ignored him. Smiled real sweet. Kissed the tip.

“Bro, is someone talking in your room?” Megumi’s voice filtered through his headset.

“Uh—no! No, I’m good! Just—uh—TV’s on—fuck—”

You’d wrapped your lips around him slowly, head bobbing just enough to let the slick sounds start. Yuji’s thighs jerked, breath caught sharp in his chest.

He gripped the armrests of his chair like they were lifelines.

“Y-You’re seriously doing this now?” he whispered, voice an octave higher. “I’m on with everyone—please—”

You sucked harder. Sloppier. Made sure to moan just a little when you pulled back, letting your hand stroke him while you grinned up at him.

His cheeks flushed bright pink.

“Stop being so dramatic,” you whispered, teasing his tip with your tongue. “You were ignoring me.”

“I wasn’t ignoring—shit—” he bit his lip, hips twitching just slightly. His hands were trembling now. “I-I was just—fuck, that feels good—just playing, babe, c’mon—”

“Oh my god,” Nobara’s voice rang out, annoyed. “Is someone watching porn?”

Yuji flinched.

“N-No!” he said quickly, adjusting his headset with one hand, the other desperately trying not to push your head down. “I-it’s nothing, just lag—”

You hollowed your cheeks and moaned.

He whimpered. A soft, strangled noise like he was trying to swallow it down.

His knuckles went white gripping the seat. “You’re seriously gonna kill me, fuck—don’t do that—don’t—”

“Just mute your mic,” you said sweetly, licking along his shaft.

“I—I can’t, I’m tanking—shit, babe, if you keep—!”

You bobbed your head faster, watching his stomach tense, watching his jaw go slack.

Yuji’s legs started shaking. His mouth opened like he was gonna moan again — but he bit his wrist hard instead, muffling himself.

You pulled back right as he twitched, denying the orgasm that was so close.

“F-Fuck, why’d you stop?” he panted, cock twitching in the cool air, precum leaking down the shaft.

You smiled, smug and slow.

“Next time, maybe you’ll learn not to ignore your girlfriend for a stupid game.”

His hips bucked helplessly, needy and pink-cheeked.

“You’re evil,” he whispered. “You’re actually—please, I-I’ll finish this round in like two minutes, please let me cum after—”

You gave him one more slow lick and crawled back to the bed.

“You better win,” you said innocently, turning over to stretch. “Or I’m going to sleep.”

Behind you, Yuji groaned into his mic, voice barely holding steady.

He finished the match in under ninety seconds.

[yurizq]

ෆ The leather seats were soft under your thighs, but not nearly as soft as Nanami’s voice as he glanced over at you from the driver’s side, one hand steady on the wheel.

“You’re quiet,” he murmured, eyes shifting back to the road. “Are you tired?”

You hummed. “Not really.”

He’d taken you out all day — lunch at your favorite spot, a boutique he claimed he just happened to park near, a walk with your hand in his as if the city was made for the two of you. Nanami didn’t do flashy. He didn’t do big scenes. But when he spoiled you? He made you feel like the only thing that mattered.

So now, sitting in his perfectly clean car in the soft hush of nighttime, you decided he deserved a thank you.

Your hand slipped onto his thigh.

Nanami didn’t react right away. He simply exhaled through his nose — like he already knew what you were up to.

“Are you really going to misbehave here, of all places?” he asked mildly. “We’re in public.”

You leaned over, nuzzling his neck, whispering against his skin. “The windows are tinted…”

He finally looked at you. His eyes flicked to your lips. Your dress had ridden up a little. His jaw tightened.

He turned into an empty parking garage. Parked. Cut the engine.

Then he turned toward you fully. “Come here.”

You obeyed instantly, crawling into his lap. His hands gripped your hips, sliding up the backs of your thighs beneath your dress — slow, warm, controlled.

“You were such a good girl today,” he said softly, tilting your chin up. “You deserve more than just a car ride home.”

“I want to give you something instead,” you whispered, already undoing his belt, brushing your fingers over the hard length straining in his slacks. “Let me thank you.”

His breath hitched just a little — then he nodded once, leaning back.

You sank down between his legs.

Nanami hissed the moment your lips wrapped around him. Not loud — never loud — but deep in his chest, like it tore itself out of his lungs.

“You’re so eager,” he murmured, brushing a hand over your cheek. “Every time…”

You moaned around him, letting his cock fill your mouth, letting your tongue tease under the tip — you wanted him messy, wanted to ruin the perfect man in his perfect suit.

Nanami cursed under his breath, hips bucking just once. “Slow down,” he muttered. “Or I’m going to come too fast.”

You kept going.

Spit slicked your lips, smeared your chin, your hand stroking what your mouth couldn’t take. His thighs tensed. His knuckles turned white gripping the center console.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, voice low and tight, “you’re going to make me lose control—”

You pulled off just enough to say, “Good.”

And then took him deep.

That did it.

His hips bucked, his head tipped back against the seat with a ragged breath, and he came in your mouth with a sharp, guttural sound, hand fisted in your hair.

You swallowed every drop.

When you looked up, he was flushed — lips parted, chest rising and falling — and his hand reached out to pull you into his lap.

Nanami kissed your temple. “You really are insatiable.”

You smirked against his collar.

“Just well taken care of.”

[yurizq]

ෆ You never expected Choso to be so… vulnerable.

After all the chaos, the battles, and the world turned upside down, here you were—alone in his quiet apartment, the only place that felt like safety.

You two had always been fiery, explosive—never gentle, but always real. Tonight was no different.

He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes dark and heavy with a need he rarely let surface.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured, voice cracking just enough to make your heart ache.

You smiled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face. “You won’t.”

His hands shook as they found your waist, pulling you closer. You could feel the tension coiling beneath his skin—the fierce control he was trying to maintain.

“Tonight,” he whispered, “I won’t… I promise I won’t do it inside.”

You raised a brow, already knowing how this was going to go. “You’re terrible at promises.”

He chuckled, a low, rough sound, and kissed you fiercely, like it was the last time he’d get to touch you.

The first time he entered you, it was slow, careful. His hands gripped your hips like he was afraid you’d disappear. His lips found your neck, biting gently as he tried to hold back the rising heat.

But when he thrust deeper, a strangled moan escaped his throat. His body tensed, and before you could say a word, he came—warm and deep inside you, his release flooding your walls.

You gasped, heart fluttering. He groaned against your skin, breath ragged.

“I… I’m sorry,” he whispered. “That was accidental.”

You laughed softly, kissing his jaw. “Told you.”

He looked at you with dark, desperate eyes. “One more time,” he begged. “I’ll try to hold back better.”

The second time was harder—more desperate. His hips moved with more urgency, hands gripping your body tighter. You could feel every shudder, every pulse.

Again, he couldn’t stop himself, spilling inside you for the second time.

His voice cracked as he muttered, “Fuck… I said I wouldn’t.”

You bit your lip, fingers tangling in his hair as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Maybe… maybe one last time?” he whispered.

You smirked, already caught in the storm of his need.

By the third time, neither of you could pretend anymore. His thrusts were frantic, reckless, and his groans filled the room as he begged you to let him go just once more.

“I can’t hold it,” he panted. “Please… please just one more time.”

And as he came again, trembling and raw, you knew this was far from the end.

Because with Choso, every promise was a challenge—and every touch was an addiction.

[yurizq]

ෆ The bar noise faded into white noise behind your pounding heart as Gojo’s voice scraped into your ear again.

“Come on, princess. You’re still mine to break.”

You spun, slapping him across the face with all the rage you’d bottled up since the breakup.

“Don’t call me that,” you hissed, but your breath hitched the moment his fingers tangled in your hair and yanked your head back.

“Then what? Tell me you hate me while I make you scream my name?”

Your defiance shattered with the first rough flick of his tongue against your clit over your soaked panties.

“No,” you gasped, voice cracking, hips pressing forward despite every piece of you screaming to push him away.

Gojo chuckled darkly, sliding your panties down just enough to bare your heat to his hungry mouth.

“Damn right you don’t.”

His mouth swallowed you whole, tongue fucking you like he was reclaiming territory—precise, brutal, desperate.

Your nails dug into his scalp, every groan tearing from your throat because you hated this, but you loved it more than anything.

Just when you thought you might lose control, his fingers pressed inside you, curling expertly as he whispered, “Beg for me.”

You gasped, but shook your head fiercely. “Not giving you that.”

“Good.” His grin was devilish when he pulled away, lips glistening. “Make me work for it.”

You could barely breathe as he stood and unbuttoned his pants slowly, cock leaking and thick, slapping wetly against his lower stomach.

“Still so fucking stubborn,” he growled, gripping your hips and lifting you onto the nearest table.

Your skirt rode up as he pushed in, hard and fast, hitting that perfect spot that made your breath catch every time.

“Say it.”

“Say what?” you challenged, head tossed back, eyes blazing.

“That you want me.”

You smirked bitterly. “You know I don’t.”

“Liar.”

He fucked you like he hated the thought of you leaving, every brutal thrust shaking the table and your resolve.

You clenched around him, fighting the pleasure that overwhelmed your body.

“Come for me,” Gojo demanded, voice low and dangerous.

You shook your head again, panting, legs trembling.

He growled and caught your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“You’re mine. Always.”

You exploded then — screaming, crying, body shuddering like it betrayed your words.

Gojo came with a guttural roar, spilling inside you, dragging you down with him as you both gasped and stilled.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and sore, you whispered, “I still hate you.”

Gojo smirked, pulling you close. “And I love that about you.”

[yurizq]

ෆ You knew he was strong. You just hadn’t realized how devastatingly thorough he could be.

Toji had started the night slow—lazy kisses on the couch, hand on your thigh, voice a low rasp when he said, “Why don’t we take this to the bedroom, sweetheart?”

Now, you were pinned to the sheets, legs trembling around his head, your fingers twisted in the sheets while your other hand gripped his hair like a lifeline.

“Toji—Toji, I can’t—” you gasped, voice already wrecked, body slick with sweat.

“You can,” he growled against your inner thigh. “You’re still fuckin’ shaking, but your pussy’s clenching like she’s begging for it.”

His tongue dragged over you again, slow and thick and hungry, like he was savoring you more than anything he’d ever eaten. He held your thighs wide apart with just his hands, strong arms pinning you down when you tried—tried—to close your legs. He didn’t budge. Not even when your hips arched off the bed or when you whimpered, trying to scoot back.

“Where you goin’, baby?” he murmured darkly. “Thought you liked when I took care of you.”

“I do,” you breathed, tears stinging your lashes as his tongue flicked fast, fast, then deep again, lips sealing around your clit like a man starved. “I do, it’s just—it’s too much—!”

“Then why are you this wet, huh?” he said, pausing just long enough to look up at you—his chin soaked, his mouth shiny with your slick. “Why’s she so fucking pretty like this? Cryin’ all over my mouth and still beggin’ for more.”

“I’m not—” you gasped, but your words cracked in your throat the second he dove back in.

He flattened his tongue, dragged it up your folds, then circled your clit just enough to make your toes curl. He wrapped his lips around you again, sucking, licking, humming like he was enjoying it more than he should. Your body betrayed you—hips bucking into his face as another orgasm slammed into you, raw and sharp, making you cry out with a voice you didn’t recognize.

Your hand pushed at his forehead this time, trembling and weak. “T-Toji—s’too much, please—”

But he didn’t stop.

Didn’t even move.

“You think I’m done?” he said, voice muffled. “Nah, baby. You don’t tell me when to stop. I’ll stop when you’ve soaked my fuckin’ face.”

He licked you again, sloppier this time, faster, until you couldn’t hold your cries in. You were babbling now—nonsense, his name, pleads that sounded more like moans—and that only made him hungrier. One big hand came up to press against your lower belly, holding you down while his mouth ruined you again.

Your vision blurred. Your thighs shook. Your voice broke.

And all Toji did was growl, “Such a good fuckin’ girl. Givin’ me everything.”