#'i want to like megumi more' bitch had no clue.....

[hinamie]

some gems from assorted conversations with a friend back when i ws first getting in2 jjk . KEEP IN MIND THESE R OLD i may no longer stand by some of what i said but i Was funny as fuck when i said it

megu:

sukuna:

gojo:

gojo but after i start coming 2 my senses:

bonus mahito

[tojiscumdumpster]

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - TOJI

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Zen’in Chiaki. Sixty-three. Location is in Okinawa, Japan… Reason for kill–tampering of legal documents within the company…

  The more I read this shit, it doesn’t make sense to me. A Zen’in being targeted for fucking with documents? I have no fear when it comes to those fuckers, but I don’t think anyone would be reckless enough to get themselves involved with that family. 

 My time there had me witnessing the most gruesome shit whenever someone tried to interfere with their affairs, so anyone without guts would even try to take them out. Now I’m reading a contract with a sixty-three-year-old woman that’s on their shitlist for tampering? 

 Something’s not adding up, especially when the woman appears to be from that family.

 Zen’in Chiaki? That name doesn’t ring a bell.  Don’t remember my old man having any aunts, and all his siblings are men. Could she be a cousin? A wife? I have no fucking clue. But I need a more detailed reason why she’s being targeted to kill because I just don’t go around sniping old ladies for the hell of it. 

  Is this why Kong was up my ass about taking this contract? Because the person is a Zen’in? Does he think I want to take revenge on those fuckers who abused me and the ones who witnessed it? Maybe if I didn’t have Megumi, I’d find pleasure in this. However, I can’t take that risk and do anything that could possibly fall back on my kid. 

 Just when I was about to close the folder and call Kong to reject this contract, something in her file grabs my attention. 

 Target had relations with several members of the Zen'in Family. 

 “What the fuck…” That’s what this is? They want to kill some broad they all slept with? So she’s definitely someone’s mistress. My guess is she’s not actually from the family and was married into, and probably slept around for money.

 Maybe now they’re not giving her what she wants, she went into tampering, they found out, and now they want to wipe her out.

 That’s the only thing that makes sense. Some shit Kong got me into, but still–why does he want me to take this?  

 Pulling out my burner phone from my locked desk draw, I speed dial Kong to get a clear answer. Because at this point, I’m tired of the vague crap.

 “Fucking pick up. I know you’re not asleep…” I mutter to myself. Most likely the fucker is up and smoking cigarettes yet the line is still ringing. “You got to me kidd–”

 “Oh, fuck yes.” Did this… motherfucker really answer the phone while he’s balls deep in some woman? “Fushiguro–calling so late. Did you miss me?”

 “You couldn’t get your dick together before answering the phone?”

 He deeply sighs followed with a chuckle. “Can’t have my lover waiting for me.”

 “Cut the crap. It’s about the file. Get the girl out the room or go somewhere private you can talk,” I say firmly. 

 “Ah, so you’ve finally read it. You’re going to take it. Yeah?” 

 “Why’d you give me this shit? Who’s Chiaki Zen’in?” 

 I hear him light a cigarette and take a puff. “That’s not my family, Fushiguro. How the hell am I supposed to know?”

 “Because you gave this to me! Now I definitely feel like you’re trying to set me up.” 

 “Fushiguro, get your fucking head out your ass and use your brain for once. What benefit do I get for setting you up?”

 I shrug. “Money.”

 “Like I don’t have plenty. It actually hurts that you don’t trust me as Megumi’s godfather.” Again with the banter because I know Kong loves messing with me. 

 “Fuck off.”

 “And plus, I value my life. You’re a crazy son of a bitch. I know my place.”

 At least he knows. 

 He continues, “Look—I think you should take the contract. It might help you get the answers you’re looking for. You don’t have to kill the lady, but maybe she knows something about what actually happened to your wife.”

 I arched my brow. “And how would she know?”  

 “That’s why you fucking ask, genius. If Naoya overheard them talk, there’s a possibility she could’ve as well,” he says. “If she was a mistress, then they might’ve talked around her without realizing she’s listening. Take the contract, go find her, and get answers.”

 Kong does have a point. 

 Since that Zen’in fuck insinuated my old man had something to do with my late wife’s death, I’ve been losing sleep to do further digging, and have Kong do the same. 

 Asking my father or uncle directly won’t do anything because I know they’ll just lie. And quite frankly, if I ever see them again, I’d probably just beat them both to a pulp. So maybe seeing who this Chiaki Zen’in woman is would help me get the answers I need.

  The convenience of this contract is that it’s due in three months—around the time I’m flying to Tokyo. What an interesting fucking trip this will be.

 “Alright. I’ll take it.”

three weeks later…

 “Y/N, where… are… we?”

  Alright—when Y/N said to take the day off because we’re going on a date, never did I expect for her to take us to a Formula One track race. Especially to a race that I thought was fucking sold out. 

 And the craziness thing is—I never mentioned wanting to go, so how did she know? 

 Is this the fluffy shit they talk about in relationships? Remembering what your partner enjoys to make them happy? Because when it comes to Y/N, I’ll do whatever just to see that pretty smile on her face. 

 Just don’t expect that to happen to me, though. Simply ‘cuz I’ve never experienced it. But since I made Y/N mine a little over a month ago, she’s gotten me used to certain shit. 

 Dates. Skin to skin contact in bed. Fucking self care routine that involves this retinol concoction I still don’t understand but visibly see the difference it does to my face. 

 And to top it off, making videos together where we dress up in coordinating outfits before we go out. All of this shit is foreign to me, yet…it feels damn good. 

 For the first time in a while, life isn’t too bad. Me and Megs are pretty decent, and now my relationship with Y/N. . . I have nothing to complain about. 

 “We’re at a Formula One—” Before she got the chance to respond, I crashed my lips against her to show my fucking appreciation. Her stiff nature shows she’s shocked at my sudden kiss, but she immediately relaxes in my embrace and the moment I grip her ass. 

 Those soft moans always taste the sweetest when we’re out in public, and Y/N must’ve forgot I have a exhibitionism kink. 

 “I know where we’re at, Y/N.” I look into her eyes, hoping my own conveys how I feel at this moment. With how she’s smiling at me, I’m sure it does. 

 She’s so fucking pretty. Don’t think I’ll ever get over that. 

 “Easy, big guy. I see the look in your eyes,” she teases. “We have the whole day together.”

 I kiss her cheek before grabbing her hand to walk toward the stadium. “You’re wearing that tiny ass skirt around me and expect me to behave?”

 “Toji—I could be wearing a cheese suit and you’d still want to fuck me.”

 I throw my head back and chuckle. “Glad you know me, sweets.” 

 She nods with a smile. “I do.”

 “How’d you get these tickets anyways? Tried to get them myself and they fucking sold out in a minute.”

 “Your girl has some connections. Meaning, I know a guy.”

 I raise a brown in concern. “Hope it’s not any exes.”

 “No, baby,” she says through a giggle. “One of my students' older brothers, who I happened to be acquainted with, gave me his tickets.”

 “Willingly?”

 “You should know how charming I could be, Mr. Fushiguro.”

 I shake my head. “Trust me. I know.”

 She wraps her arms around mine and leans against me. “I’m excited, TJ. I’ve never been to a Formula One race before.”

 “They’re pretty cool. Just here to bet some money, though.”

 “Should I be surprised?”

 “Nope,” I responded with an exaggerated pop sound. 

 “Well, I’ll just be the pretty girlfriend who asks a thousand questions.”

 Being with Y/N is starting to feel like second nature to me. Her presence is so damn addicting and I know I’ll never grow tired of it. 

 Almost like if I keep spending time with her, these memories I’ve been having lately will start making sense. The shit is weird, and I don’t believe in anything… but I do believe in Y/N. I believe she’s it for me. And say if we don’t work out. . . Well, I’ll keep trying until we do. 

  Please, don’t leave me. That voice keeps echoing in my head, and I can’t help but think it’s Y/N. 

 I won’t, I respond internally. 

 “. . . Baby, you’re okay?” A soft, concerned voice overlaps my thoughts, reminding me I’m with Y/N.

 “Y-Yeah, my bad, sweets.”

 “You’ve been doing a lot of zoning out lately,” she says, brows slightly dipping. “You sure everything’s okay?”

 “Positive,” I lied, not wanting her to worry. 

 She looks like she doesn’t believe me, but decides to drop it, which I’m grateful for. “Okay,” she replies with a soft smile. 

 Eventually we found our seats just before the race and I find myself itching to place bets with the fuckers around me. Never can pass up an opportunity to make extra cash. 

 “. . . it’s round one of the Formula One season of . . .” The commentator blares throughout the stadium with intros of each racer and all the other shit they say before the race begins. 

 Courtesy of whoever this person gave Y/N the tickets, our seats are pretty damn good. But, of course, the best view of the stadium is my girl sitting next to me. 

 The best view of the stadium is my girl sitting next to me. Wow, how fucking corny did that sound? I’ve been turning into an all time sap ever since I’ve seen Y/N for the first time. It’s not like I give a damn. 

 Told myself I want to be better for her because quite frankly, a fucker like me doesn’t deserve a girl like Y/N. And it’s not like I’m trying to convince myself of it either, but I’m known to be the Zen’in fuck up. The unlovable child. The accident. . . 

 Why don’t you understand that I love you?

 Every time I even think for a second about all the fucked up shit my old man said to me, that familiar voice pops up in my mind. 

 However, I didn’t get a chance to think about it any longer. 

 Y/N’s plush lips were on mine, rewarding me with a kiss that brought me back to reality and rushed arousal to my cock. But still…it managed to be soft…longing…reassuring. . . The kiss put words in my mouth that felt weird for me to say. 

 It’s like she knew I was thinking about some shit that had me internally spiraling, though, rather than asking, she gave me a kiss that dispel any negative thoughts lingering inside of me. 

 “Hi, big guy.” Her voice is filled with tenderness, barely above a whisper when she looks at me with those eyes that say it’s okay. 

 Something I probably need to hear. 

 “So, how much do you usually bet on these games?” she asked, changing the topic from where my mind was. 

 “Depends, but Formula One races are usually filled with rich fuckers, so I bid higher.” 

 “. . . And this is the track we’re racing on today—fifty-eight laps. Three point two-eight miles per lap. . .”

 Thirty minutes later, and the race starts. But honestly, I barely gave a damn about the race or betting since I was more invested in listening to Y/N’s commentary. 

 If it wasn’t her being concerned about the drivers crashing into the mountain of tires, it was her telling me how hot I’d look in the driver’s gear. 

 Her words. Not mine. 

 Whenever I was into the race, yelling at the track like a maniac because I eventually placed bets, she was right there with me—shouting like she placed bets. 

 Where I was serious, she took it as race shit talking. 

 Couldn’t believe this, but I was actually having… fun. 

 Fun. 

 Fuck, that’s another word that feels weird to say. 

 It’s the truth, though. And it’s all because of Y/N. 

 Kind of wish the kid was here with us, but I haven’t grown balls big enough to tell him I’m with his reading teacher. Seeing how my mood is with  her, if I had him here, too, I knew I would be the cheesiest motherfucker in the world. 

 “Toji, be honest,” she starts, dragging me from my thoughts. “Do you actually ever win your bets?”

 “Fuck no.” And something about my answer had Y/N bursting into a fit of laughter. “Damn, didn’t know me losing money was that funny to you.” I acted like I was offended, but she knows I wasn’t. 

 “Because the driver we're rooting for is losing, baby.” 

 I shrugged. “Nothing wrong with an underdog.”

 “It is when you’re not profiting off the underdog in question,” she argues.

 “Fair point.”

 She sighs before standing up. “All this yelling has me needing the restroom, and I’m hungry. I’ll be right back.” She gets up, purposely stopping to where her ass levels with my face, and I know the exact shit she’s trying to pull. 

 “Okay, Y/N,” I simply say. 

 She giggles. “You want anything, babe?”

 I shook my head, but pulled out cash to give to Y/N before slapping her ass, earning a yelp and pervert, from her while watching her walk away. 

 Definitely fucking her when we get back home. 

 This day couldn’t get any better. From the bullshit at work to this contract Kong finally got me to sign weeks ago, I didn’t realize how much I needed a day of me and Y/N. 

 Seeing how our conversations have been lately, she probably knew something was up with me, which technically, there is. 

 Just haven’t had the chance to tell her. 

 Don’t know if I will.  

 I mean, how exactly do I fucking bring up my family possibly had something to do with my wife’s death, and I’m taking a contract to find out more? Not happening. 

 Can’t have her thinking I’m full of shit and been lying to her the entire time. Can’t risk Y/N freaking out and potentially calling the cops. Can’t risk…

 Losing her. 

 It’ll be a cold day in hell before I let that happen. Yeah, I talk down on myself and say how much I don’t deserve Y/N. But I’m a selfish son of a bitch. 

 Even when I know I shouldn’t have something (or in this case, someone) I’ll take it anyway. That’s just who I am. 

 A buzzing sound in my pocket gets on my fucking nerves and several missed calls and text messages from Kong. 

 

And besides, I didn’t feel the damn vibration until now. 

“What the…”  

 Here’s here. Here’s here. 

 Here’s here. Here’s here.

 Here’s here. Here’s here.

 I waste no time speed dialing Kong and maneuvering out the crowd to somewhere I can what the fuck is he talking about. 

 “Finally—”

 “Speak,” I cut him off after he answered the phone. “Now.” 

 “I’m at the bar near the condo I’m renting and some geezer comes up to me and tells me to give you his regards,” Kong explains. “I’m wondering who the fuck is he. Then, I realized he reminds me of someone. You, Fushiguro.”

 This has to  be some kind of sick twisted joke. 

 The kind I don’t find fucking funny. 

 Twenty years. I have seen that bastard in over twenty years, and somehow he reappears in the city I came to start a new life in. Of all places. 

 The first person that comes to mind is that Zen’in brat that was adamant about having to do shit when that family, and now all of a sudden my old man is fucking here. That little shit is his eyes. I knew I couldn’t trust that motherfucker for a reason. 

 Pissed isn’t even the word to describe how I feel. I’m furious. My blood burns with rage and at this moment, if anyone even looks at me wrong, I’ll bash their face in picturing my old man. 

 You unlovable child. 

 Your mother should’ve aborted you. 

 Go in the street and die. Like I care. 

 You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re— 

 “Fushiguro!” Kong yells. “Are you fucking listening?”

 No. 

 And it’s not like I can right now. 

 “Text me what you said. I have to go.” I hang up and throw my phone back in my pocket. I need to go. Now. I need to find—

 “Y/N.” 

 Shit, my head was so far up my ass, I forgot she went to the bathroom and concession stand. 

 I peek over to find our empty seats, leaving me to believe Y/N hasn’t come back yet. So my next move was to rush near the restrooms, asking different women who’s coming out did they see a beautiful, dark skin woman with the additional description I gave them.

 Some answered no, and others were too busy ogling like I would a fuck about their attention. 

 The concession stands were next, and it’s not helping that there’s damn near hundreds of them on this floor alone. 

 I know Y/N is fine. Probably just waiting in line to buy food. It’s just… I can’t be here right now. My lungs have grown tighter and it’s been harder to breathe since Kong told me about my old man being here. 

 I’m forty-two. It’s been a little over two decades. Shouldn’t be triggered by this shit anymore. I’ve forgotten. I don’t care. But that little weak boy inside of me is dripping out and reminding me that I’m still… not okay. 

 Maybe ‘cuz I’m worried about everything going good in my life now turning to complete shit the minute a Zen’in shows up around me. Specifically those two drunk fucks—my old man and his brother. 

 Y/N, where are you? 

 I’ve passed at least six concession stands already and still haven’t found her. Dammit, she probably got lost. I know this is her first time at a Formula One race, so she—

 Don’t fuck with me. 

 Don’t fuck with me. 

 Anger blurs my vision when I look across to see Y/N and my fucking old man—talking. Talking like they’re old friends. 

 My strides are long and hard while pushing through the crowd, not caring about the glares, scoffs, or complaints from the people I’m pushing out my way. All I care about is getting to Y/N and getting her the hell away from my old man. 

 As I close in on them, I’m able to hear their conversation. 

 “Are you single by chance? I have a son that you would be fantastic with,” he says. 

 She nervously giggles, but not in the way she usually does… she’s uncomfortable. “Oh, uhm, no. I have a boyfriend—”

 “Y/N!” I shout, causing her to turn around and look at me. The moment we lock eyes, relief floods her expression, confirming my observation of her being uncomfortable. 

 “Toji—” I pull her behind me to level with my father and grab him by his suit collar.

 Of course he’s the same coward as before because the moment I snatched him up, three fuckers dressed in black ran toward us to protect him, but he held his hand up to stop them in their tracks. 

 “What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked through gritted teeth. I’m itching to kill him, and had it not been for us being in public or Y/N, no questions would’ve been asked.

 “My dear son. Is this how you greet your father after twenty years?” The mockery and condescending tone is his voice makes me want to rip out his fucking throat. “Also, I see you lack manners as usual. Did you not see me talking to this beautiful young woman?”

 “You have shit to talk about with her.”

 His brows raised in realization. “Overprotective over a woman? Is this your significant partner?”

 “Y–”

 “No,” I answered, cutting her off and instantly regretting it. I don’t need to look at Y/N to know confusion fills her face. “Answer my fucking question.”

 “Just making friendly conversation, is all. Am I not allowed to do that?”

 “I-”

 “Fushiguro,” Y/N interrupts. She catches me off guard by using my last name, but I guess it’s only fair since I denied she was my girlfriend. “Let’s go.”

 The silent plea in her eyes makes me wish I never allowed this piece shit to pull a reaction out of me. ‘Cuz by the looks of it, Y/N is scared… and it’s all because of me. 

 You’re worthless. Don’t ever come near this estate again. 

 These damn thoughts in my head will do everything in their power to skin me alive. I’ll just ignore them… like I always do. 

 Last thing I want, which she probably already does now, is to regret being mine. So I took her hand, ignored that fucker and his condescending voice, and rushed through the crowd again to get the hell out of here. 

 “Toji,” Y/N calls me, sounding worried. “Toji, wait. Was that your—”

 “Old man.” 

 My fucking old man. 

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[moongumi]

hold tight

pairing: yuta okkotsu x f!reader

⟶ cw. fem!reader, smut, virginity loss, sub!yuta (to switch), oral (m), unprotected sex, creampie, rough sex, edging, denial, crybaby!yuta, whiney!yuta, pet names. 18+ MDNI

sypnosis: yuta gets bad advice from his friend on how to stop being such a virgin

⟶ wc. 2.9k

a/n: hi all this was written really quickly, missing yuuta hours - can't wait for the movie to be out here!

His voice is quiet, muffled, and almost incomprehensible. Your eyes are narrow, making him feel small and uneasy under the weight it bared.

“Say that again.”

His eyes waver unable to make contact with your own. His hands tangled together, legs shaking ever so slightly with nerves.

“Megumi said, you could teach me how to…have sex.”

Your mind is jumbled, racing with thoughts, how did he end up with that conclusion?

The wind gushes through your window, moving the blinds around and that was the only noise in the room after he spoke, he felt extremely awkward and out of place, especially with your eyes glaring through his soul.

“Megumi, told you that?” You scoff, moving from laying on the bed and standing up in front of him. “What else did he say?”

Yūta Okkotsu stands in your room for the first time in his life, shaking. He mumbles some words you can’t hear making you groan and roll your eyes. You throw your head back, slumping back on the bed, “You need to speak up.”

Yūta huffs, stepping closer, “Megumi told me that you’re really nice to first-timers and I could maybe get some advice.”

Your eyes twitch, what has this little bitch been telling people. “Just because I blew him in a bathroom doesn’t mean I’m some sex-pert. Now get out, Okkotsu.”

He doesn’t budge, not even when you kick him with your feet instead he grabs your ankle and pulls you to the end of the bed leaning over. “Please, just hear me out.”

You choke, trying to mask your shocked expression with an angry look.

“I’ve never done anything like this before and I want to be good, especially for someone─”

“I’m not fucking you! And that’s cheating!”

Yūta shakes his head, “It’s not cheating because we’re not together, yet.”

He makes that seem like it’s so much better. You roll your eyes trying to kick his hand away but he’s got a tight grasp on it, only locking eyes with you-filled with concentration.

“For the last time, no! Okkotsu, I don’t fuck virgins!”

“But Megumi said─”

“Megumi, this and Megumi that, stop bringing him up!”

Yūta realizes his first mistake, believing in his friend. Shit, he would’ve never imagined this situation would happen otherwise. Last night Megumi had told him that you were very good at what you did and extremely considerate with first-timers, but then you just said…maybe Megumi was lying, fuck, he was definitely lying. It wasn’t a secret that Yūta had feelings for the girl who’s out of his league, the girl that laid beneath his stance with her ankle in his hand but no, he had someone he really likes─right?

Yūta gulps, switching his hands, still holding your ankle as he gets on his knees, “Please. I have no clue what I’m doing and I just want to─”

“Yūta, I’m not your experiment.”

He breathes heavily, “But I can be yours, please, you can do anything to me.” Your eyes seemed to never lose the burning annoyance, the rage that made him feel as if you’d burn up in flames at any second.

“I already told you, I don’t─”

“Fuck virgins, I know but is that the only thing stopping you? Give me a good reason why you don’t have sex with virgins and I’ll leave.”

You sigh, rubbing your hands in the centre of your eyes, “They always cum too fast, okay? Virgins, especially guys get inside a nice soft pussy and bust within a second.”

Yūta huffs, “I won’t. I promise.”

His eyes were passionate, he wanted to prove you wrong. Especially when you were looking at him with less of that hate and more of a concern. Your eyes soften and he sees the possibilities, the way you’re under him right now could turn within a flash if only your clothes were off, shit, he didn’t even think of how he’d react if he saw you naked…he might actually fail.

“Okay, but if you cum don’t ever talk to me again.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“You can’t just keep telling me to stop.” You wipe the drool off your lips, eyes flickering towards his flushed vermillion cheeks.

He’s got the back of his hand stuffed in his mouth, biting down on it so he wouldn’t make so much noise. Your brother was home and well, it would be extremely awkward if he walks in.

Yūta’s body shakes under every little touch, sweat beading down his naked torso, his eyes water.“It’s not fair, I’m the only one naked.”

You rolled your eyes, tapping the tip of his angry red cock, “My room, my rules. Plus you wanted this, right?”

“I wanted to learn how to have sex, not resist busting my load in your─fuck! extremely wet and skilled mouth,” he twitches and squirms when your tongue licks at its hole, crying out, “You’re killing me.”

“Woah, as if it’s not the whole point, I’m teaching you restraint. I’m not letting you fuck me and cum right away.”

Yūta jumbles his words, his toes curl and he lets out the most intoxicating guttural moan you’ve ever heard. If only he could tell how wet were you with only the sight and sound of him. You shift your weight feeling the wet pool between your legs, sticking to your panties.

His eyes were soaked with his tears, his lips bruised from all the biting he did to try to keep his mouth shut.

Footsteps near your bedroom and you freeze, holding his veiny erect dick in your hand and you release his velvety dick from your mouth letting it drop, “Shush, wait a second.”

A knock at the door and your brother speaks, “Yo, what you want for dinner? Mom and dad won’t be home til’ late they told me to order something.”

Your brother was none other than Choso Kamo and well Yūta was scared out of his skin. He was not about to get caught balls deep inside Choso’s sister’s mouth. Yūta gasps, shutting his mouth with his hands immediately.

You sigh, pulling back his hand from his mouth, “What are you ordering?”

“Pizza? Mcdonalds, pick.”

You hum, nodding towards Yūta, “What do you want?”

Yūta’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head, and he cries in panic, “What? What do I─what do you mean?”

“Just get pizza, and get lots of sides and a drink, thank you.” You shout towards the door, hearing your brother reply and tap away on his phone assuming that he is ordering it right away.

You chuckle, seeing Yūta’s shocked expression was lowkey entertaining, plus he’s such a cute little crybaby.

“Why did you do that to me?”

You shrug, pinching his cheeks, “Becuz’ you’re cute.”

He cries out when your hands knead his cock effortlessly. His hair sprawled slick back over his head. For someone who’s had zero experience he’s been resisting quite well, especially since you were trying to make him cum─something in your gut clenches thinking of the way he’d cum so prettily, you wanted to experience it.

Yūta had always been a pretty boy, really pretty but way too kind and innocent for you to ever try anything with so when he knocked on the door an hour ago you couldn’t wait to play with your food.

Precum leaks past his hefty size, he wasn’t the biggest you’ve seen but god, it was so pretty just like his face.

“Are you ready?”

Yūta gasps, catching his breath, “Ready? Uh─ready for what?”

“For me.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“Condom,” You waved the packet in your hand, “Or no condom?”

Below you Yūta laid like a pillow princess, eyes bewildered, his lips fell open breathing heavy breaths. His hands are amateur and frail holding onto the sides of your hips, scared to venture and grab at the curvature of your body.

He whines, brain stuttering, “I don’t─I don’t mind.” His lashes are long, raven and flutter as if he’s got mascara on it, god you were jealous. His adams apple is visible and moves whenever he gulps, you felt the urge to press your mouth against it and bruise it but you had something else to do.

You cock your head, wanting to tease him. Your chest bare, he could barely keep himself from looking but he wanted to be polite, even when your pussy was out and only hovering about his erection. “Pick.”

He gulps, eyes flickering to your chest, drool almost slides past his plump lips, “No condom.”

You smirk, “Good choice, you should be grateful I’m on birth control but this will make your life harder, I’ll warn you again─you cum you never talk to me again, Okkotsu, in school if you see me walk the other way─”

“I know, I won’t.” He says confidently, gripping your hips tightly.

You nod, tossing the packet aside. You were wet but it could be easier so you take one of his hands pressing it against the fat lips of your cunt. Yūta chokes immediately, you could see his abs flex, for a guy like him he was built but not ripped. God, he’s cute.

His hands were guided towards the folds of your pussy, feeling down the slit gathering slick at the tips of his fingers. Without even any hints from you he presses harder, feeling through the folds towards the entrance.

Your breath hitches in your throat, hands holding you up beside his head. Your tits hang right about his face, “Could I, you know, put those in my mouth?”

“Hhm, Yūta you could do anything to me right now,” You say, catching your moans with a press of your lips.

He felt himself get harder, knowing how wet you were just because of him, it was because of him right? He hopes so, feeling the itching desire to go deeper. He slips his two fingers into your wet needy cunt, feeling all of that arousal. You moan and Yūta’s mouth catches one of your nipples sucking on them. Your body squirms, feeling the flow of pleasure down your spine.

You couldn’t hold back, “Please, Yūta, deeper.”

He listens right away, his body reacting to yours with ease. He was learning fast, somehow he felt as if he was having sex with someone he’s known for a long time─somehow his fingers knew the way to pleasure you as if it’s done it a lot of times.

Your lips were wet and red from biting your lips, your brother would definitely hear you. Yūta couldn’t resist anymore, even though he told himself this would be just sex, your lips looked way too tasty.

His lips caught yours, sucking them into his─mixing your tongues together. He loved the way your voice echoes into his throat, the way your cunt clenches when he goes deeper and curls it like those people in porn do. His two fingers bottom out inside of you, wanting the right spot. Your hands weaved through his hair, pulling making him groan.

“You’re so hot,” Yūta slurs, his voice drunk with bliss, “I want to kiss you all day, it feels so good.”

You agree, nodding as your tongue folds around his, sucking on the end of it before you pulled away with a string of drool, “Fuck me now, Yūta, fucking put your dick inside of me.”

“Okay, baby. I’ll fuck you, I’ll fuck you real good.”

He doesn’t lie. He looks down at where your bodies would meet, holding onto his dick as he lines it up. His eyes and yours meet, his through his lashes and he doesn’t lose eye contact wanting to see the way your face melts when his cock begins its stretch into your dripping cunt.

The spongey head presses and stretches you open when his hands guide your hips down slowly, he wanted to control the pace. The stretch was painful from the sheer girth but in a lewd way, the pain felt good. You sit slowly, watch his lips drop glossy with the drool he dribbled.

You teased the entry, bobbing up and down only allowing the tip to ease in and out, Yūta stifles a whine, “Oh god, it feels so good. You feel so good.”

His eyes flutter, dilated with pleasure. If only he’d known it would feel this good he’d not been so scared to do it earlier.

“Everything feels too good!”

You couldn’t help yourself wanting to completely take his entirety, you sit with a quick motion completely taking his breath. Yūta chokes, shutting his eyes─his face flushed with a pained expression, “Slow down, please, I’m gonna cum if you do that again.”

“Well, that’s not really my problem, is it? If you cum that’s your fault─”

“That’s not fair, you don’t get to just sit on me with this tight pussy and just─fuck, expect me to not cum!” He strains, his abs flex bending forwards as he tries to resist his release.

“Please, let me cum,” His eyes watering again, knowing no matter what you wouldn’t listen.

“You want to cum that badly?”

You bottom him out inside of you, clenching around him. It fit snugly in the molds of your cunt, filling up its entirety. You roll your hips, torturing him. “It doesn’t really matter to me, if you cum then cum.”

“But I’ll never be able to talk to you again,” He whines, trying his hardest to hold you still with his shaking sweaty palms. The breeze from your ac hitting your bareback sends shivers down your spine as you halt.

You cock your head, blowing a raspberry, “So?”

“So, I don’t want that.”

Oh, considering you were only supposed to be his first experience you were kinda confused with his intentions, maybe he was just a little too fucked out to think right now. No, Yūta wasn’t fucked out, he was thinking very clearly and he didn’t want to end up ruining this, this moment, and whatever that could happen after…hopefully.

“But don’t you want to cum?”

Yuta sobs, nose stuffed, “I do! But you won’t let me.”

You lean down, biting his lobe, you moan loudly purposefully dragging your body up dropping his cock out of you almost entirely, and sitting back down on it. He squirms, gasping, “Fuck you!”

“You are─you are fucking me, Yūta, and I love it so much.” You whined with bliss, playing dirty, “I love the way your cock fits inside of me, feel that? You’re making me shake, pretty boy.”

You clench around him earning a couple of whimpers here and there. You lean back, resting your hands on the top of his thighs giving him a good view of your pussy engulfing his dick and your tits bouncing as you roll your hips throwing your head back.

Yūta felt the thrill, the clench in his stomach, the knot. He takes your tits in his hands, squeezing and savoring them as it might be the last time if he can’t hold back.

Humming, slightly disappointed it didn’t work you completely let him drop out of you. Kicking a leg over you face your ass towards him instead, his eyes nearly pop out of his head, face first with the juiciest ass he’s ever seen. His hands move with their own mind, gripping the cheeks and spreading them to see your perky little asshole. Your raw and swollen lips, leaking with his precum and your arousal. You look back, enjoying his excitement.

“Will you cum?”

He shakes his head, “Not if you don’t want me to.”

“Then make me cum,” You grab his cock and sit on it, enjoying the quick and abrupt penetration. It kisses your cervix, slamming against it over and over, “Make me cum pretty boy.”

Yūta nods, sitting up as much as he could, “I’ll try.”

He uses whatever he’s learned in all those porn videos, hentai, and erotic mangas. He reaches for your bundle of nerves, flicking it and rubbing it. There wasn’t much needed to help your already sensitive body, the way he’s trying and the softness of his fingers were enough to make you squirm. Your toes curl and your voice shrieks raw moans that scratched at the back of your throat.

Your body twitches, shivers. You choke up, hooking down on his cock with your cunt that pulses and shakes uncontrollably from the rush of bliss. Yūta kisses the back of your neck, peppering the sweet and softest open-mouthed presses down your back. “Come on, I feel you cumming, cum all over me.”

Loud gushing and squelches bubble from your hole, you almost forget about him. “Yūta.”

“Huh?” He whimpers.

“You can come,” You look back, seeing his bloodshot eyes, “Come inside me, I’m letting you cum.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, his thrusts are sharp and erratic. Brutally slapping against your bottom he thrusts from below, pushing against the plush blankets. His open mouth gape, drool runs down the corner of his lips and you decide it looked like it would taste good.

Taking his soft lips in yours you press up against him, feeling his load fill you up, painting your walls with his cream. His drool doesn’t stop, damn, it's messy and hot. Your breaths mix and exchanges of moans get swallowed by each other's lips. His lips were soft, bruised from how hard you kissed him. Your tongue enters his mouth licking the roof of his mouth making him groan.

“God, fuck.” He mumbles against your lips. You sit up, letting his softening cock slide out. His cum gushes out, staining your sheets and cascading down your legs to his thigh.

You grab his face in your hands, pressing deeper into him. His soft hands feathers around your waist pulling your body into his, settling you in his lap, “For a virgin, you’re really good.”

“I’m not a virgin anymore,” He says, biting down on your shoulder, “Does this mean you’ll fuck me more?”

You scoff, “Didn’t you want to fuck me so you could fuck that girlfriend of yours good?”

“I told you, not my girlfriend…yet, and maybe never,” Yūta reveals, his grip on your waist tightens as if to prove a point.

“You’re insane.” You press your lips against the crown of his messy and sweat-soaked hair.

Yūta shakes his head, “No, just in love.”

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POV: You sleep with them (English version) JJk

First story posted I hope you like it, for any remarks I am taker

Sorry for my english, it’s not my native language Itadori -The sweetest person, -Drool no doubt, so watch where you put your head -Whether it’s hot or not will always hold you as close as possible, this boy loves cuddling especially at the end of the stressful day -Serra even more careful to keep Sukuna under control -Extra point if you are a live hot water bottle -Prefer to sleep intertwined with you Nanami -This man is a father, necessarily a spoon. (although he likes to put his head on your chest/chest) -Always give you one of his tops as pajamas. -Always kiss the top of your skull before you close your eyes, he is very tired due to overtime. Gojo -Takes three years to come to bed, when he finally does, he wiggles everywhere -If you are not motivated to sleep, just said that he is not a real man, his ego will take a hit, and it will be a turn. -When he finally sleeps, it’s often starfish, so don’t be surprised to take your arm. Toji -A son of a bitch -Probably pinch you to the thighs to laugh and watch you blush. -Like Gojo, it will take a while to calm down -Wears on you (it’s more of a hug at this rate.) -Snore loudly, but push him out of bed, he will get up half-way in the vapor and go back to bed as if nothing had happened. Sukuna -It will be complicated at first to convince him to sleep with you, but you will always have the solution. -One of the best places to fall asleep, the guy has literally four arms, maximum safety level -Prefers the spoon, he supports his head each time with one of his hands. -Hides easily with its size. -He doesn’t really sleep, being a plague, but the time he spends sleeping with you is always useful. -Gently caresses your face with one of his fingers, with deep eyes lost in his thoughts

Megumi -Never tell you when he wants to cuddle, but leaves small, easily remarkable clues -Prefers when you hold him in your arms, he can hide his face in your neck and take a deep breath, your smell relaxes him. -If sometimes he doesn’t want to cuddle, don’t worry, he’s not used to intimate contact, give him time and give you as many hugs as you want. Mahito -He doesn’t sleep, except when he gets bored, then you can rest on his chest. -If you sleep without him ( human biology obliges (If you do not sleep, I will not break into you to force you)) he will study your body, I mean that he will feel your cheek with his finger, take your arm and lift it up before you drop it on the surface where you are. -Love your hands in his hair when his eyes are closed. Getô -You can put yourself in any position you want, in the end, you find yourself magically on his chest. -Caress your hair. -He will always fall asleep after you and wake up before you. (He will probably never say this, but it is especially to look at your peaceful face.) Nobara -Surprisingly, or not, prefer you to wrap me with your arms. -When you watch TV, there’s always one of your arms under his head and one of his legs on yours. -Caress her legs, I have the impression that she would love it. -In the morning, she uses you as a blanket. -Bave Maki -Evening kisses -Accept any possible hug, except in the summer when it will not withstand the -human heat. (prefer to cuddle with the fan, but still love you) -She has a little trouble sleeping sometimes, hums music and everything had to be arranged, she likes your way.

[honey-tea-and-cookies]

Hello Hello👀 Why aren't you celebrating your birthday honeyy?!! Thankyou for taking out your time and doing thiss🥂 Okay so my big 6 are ♏🌞+⬆️,♋🌙,♐ Mercury + Venus, ♓ Mars🥲, I haven't seen many animes but from the ones i have seen my top favs (cuz i can't choose one fr) are Megumi/Nanami/Maki/Hange/Eren/Levi. Favourite birthday present i guess, was my laptop ✨. Once again, Happy Birthday 💘 and thank-you for this💗

Hi love! Sorry this is a bit late, I only just got time to finish them now. Also, Megumi and Maki omg <333 ANYWAY

The anime character that matches you best is...

Ken Kaneki

From 'Tokyo Ghoul'

Okay so I love Kaneki sm, but I'm going to focus on his more 'human' aspects because I believe that fits you more. I think you could possibly be a little quiet or reserved at first. Not that you can't talk to people or you aren't friendly or whatever, you might just need time to actually warm up to people. I also think you might have one or two friends that you are really close to, in particular. They might've known you for a long time, or know you very well. Now, Ken is a sweet boy, and I think you're also a very good person. Quite protective as well. You could for sure go batshit crazy if you had/wanted to. I think you might have key hobbies that you do, or are known amongst you friends for loving. Kaneki loved literature and reading and whatnot; while that specifically may not be your passion (though it could be obviously) I do think you have something you are Interested in, you know what I mean? I also think you're a bad bitch/had a glow-up (due to trauma) like him so💅. Final note, I'll be honest! You lowkey give off Kaneki vibes anyway. I say that in a nice way, I adore Kaneki (and you) don't worry bestie <3

Sorry this was late!! Also please let me know if it resonated because I've got no clue lmao. Thank you for participating in the game though!!! Sending you so much love <33

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Gojou's eyesight

aka „I wanna be realistic but also not too much cuz research makes my eyes go hurty“

Disclaimer: Yeah yeah I know Gege doesn't actually meant for Gojou to have albinism and it's Not That Deep but I am bored and can swim well so I will make it that deep.

I'm not an eye doctor (obviously), just someone with too much free time and all of this is speculation just for fun (also obviously).

So what he can see how he sees it and what he cannot see, maybe.

He's already wearing glasses canonly which makes a whole lot of things easier for me. Thanks, Gege.

Most people with any form of albinism experience photophobia (sensitivity to sun).

Yeah, I know he probably wears the tinted glasses because his eyes are too pretty to handle or whatever but it's not much of a stretch to assume he's sensitive to light.

IIRC normally the melanin in your eyes and the iris and such prevents too much light from entering your eye and bouncing around like a rubber ball but if you lack said melanin all of the light that normally would be blocked does exactly that. Which produces glare and pain and makes the whole Seeing thing pretty hard.

Pretty obviously, bright sunlight is unwanted but not many people realise that certain types of overcast weather have just the same effect.

Also quite obviously, dark tinted glasses reduce the glare.

Gojou is either near or far-sighted. Which it is is a roll of the dice but I lean towards near-sighted because he does the head tilt sometimes. I also do that cuz my glasses are so strong if I wanna see something up close it takes a lot of effort to keep my eyes „in place“ and doing so is very straining so looking over the brim of the glasses is much easier.

Would explain why he wears them rather loosely. Even though that makes a whole lot of things unnecessarily complicated again since very strong glasses for near-sightedness seem to „shrink down“ things and make them seem smaller than they are and the effect gets worse and worse the further away the glass is from your eye.

(Does this mean glasses for far-sighted people make things seem bigger.....?)

He most likely has a reduced visual acuity due to two things: Nystagmus Less cones in the retina and an either complete lack or an underdeveloped fovea cuz of a lack of melanin (Yes melanin doesn't just make your skin, eyes and hair dark its also needed for the eye development)

Less cones does not equal blurry vision. Blurry vision is caused by near or far-sightedness and astigmatism (something Gojou most likely also has) and can be corrected with glasses.

The fovea is kind of like a screen where the image is projected on to and where it Should be sharp. Without it, there is no sharp image and details are lost. Visual acuity could be broadly described as.... The maximum „resolution“ your eye has. The higher the resolution the sharper and more detailed everything is even over great distances.

It has no impact on colour vision so Gojou can see colours just fine.

Since Gojou has completely white hair (realistically it would still contain hints of blonde) and blue eyes his vision should be... not particularly spectacular.

I'm throwing darts here and guess roughly about 20/250...? 20/300?

Google „visual acuity tool bayer“ and you will find a tool that simulates with questionable accuracy several pictures with different accuities. It has a slider and all. Put the slider down to 6/75 and that's roughly what I imagine his vision to be (with glasses!).

It puts him under sight impaired but not yet legally blind. I think.

I'm going by european definitions here, no idea how its handled in america or japan.

And if someone wonders if he can see HD or 4K, i have been informed that yes, he can if hes close enough.

Nystagmus is fast involuntary eye movement. Which would be a bitch to animate and also pretty impossible to draw.

It can either go from side to side, up and down or even rotate.  

How fast and frequent and everything it is depends on person to person. Some people say they notice the movement and some say they don't notice anything until someone points it out.

It additionally lowers the visual acuity.

And again, experiences vary. Some people say they have trouble focussing on things and others say they don't have troubles focussing on stuff at all, it just happens to be blurry.

Some people are able to find a head position that counteracts the nystagmus and either balances it out or the position slows it down somewhat for whatever reason.

I haven't noticed Gojou doing that but realistically he probably would.

Why would he wear glasses then if his vision is bad anyway? Because it makes the difference between seeing barely moving blobs of colour that could be very close or very very far away and seeing something definitely car-shaped coming at you fast and it doesn't matter wether you can read the license plate or not cuz you need to get off the damn road fast.

It makes the difference between knowing that he needs to make a right turn at the McDonalds but not knowing which blob is McDonalds and which blob isn't and being able to see the giant fucking McDonalds sign.

It's the difference between knowing that Yuuji is wearing a red hoodie and being able to spot said red hoodie in a crowd and just seeing blobs of colours that run into one another.

You get the gist, i guess.

Just turn the tool all the way down to get a feel of how the world without glasses would look. Kinda sorta.

For reasons i don't quite understand people with albinism also have bad depth perception. Because experiences vary once again, some people notice this a lot and others have no problems with it.

Since Gojou seems to have no problems with aiming, throwing and catching things i guess either Six Eyes helps or he has adapted to no stereovision.

I wonder if Gege will ever drop hints wether or not Gojou can see anything under that blindfold of his. But i assume no.

We also have no real information on how Six Eyes actually works but several people say he can see cursed energy.

If we assume that works despite the blindfold he could still easily navigate crowds of people and recognise people (didn't he recognise Getou that way...? Or did i misunderstand?) probably even better than with his regular eyesight. So moving around in Tokyo wouldn't really be a problem and he probably has memorised the layout of the schoolgrounds already anyway.

Recognising people he knows well at a glance from a distance also wouldn't be a problem anymore.

His phone probably has a screen reader.

Also modern phones work just fine when controlled per mic.

The old phone he had as a teen was a lot less sophisticated but also a lot less complex so it would be easier to use. Less things that can go wrong and the physical buttons provide sensory feedback. Also the buttons on old phones make different noises so that's another clue.

No need to read who calls you when you assign different songs to different people. (Maybe Nanami is Dancing Queen.... who knows? Megumi calls and Black Parade starts playing.)

Adding a strong contrast between things can also make or break a situation.

Why he wears the blindfold at all would also be interesting to know.

Is it because the information he gets from Six Eyes is enough to get around?

Is he overwhelmed from the visual input he gets?

Does it simply keep the sunlight out way better than glasses?

Gege, explain!

Anyway I'm done with this, no idea where I wanted to go with this. If you Actually know stuff about vision please feel free to throw stones at me and all.