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dear god if this is not the best seijoh 4 smut i have ever read 😩

4play Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime/reader (haikyuu!!) word count: 8.2k rating: E (18+, minors DNI) tags: gangbang, dry humping, oral f!receiving, edging, unsafe sex, creampie, mentions of alcohol, consensual sex while mildly under the influence, voyeurism kinda?, makki and mattsun are bad roommates a/n: this is the filthiest thing i've ever written! sorry!

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Through the trials and tribulations of first-hand experience, you’ve come to the conclusion that there is no such thing as a good roommate or a bad roommate — instead of a binary, it’s more like an ever-fluctuating spectrum that exists between the two.

Some roommates are tidy but loud; others are messy, but beyond the disaster they leave in the kitchen after every meal they cook you hardly notice they’re there; some roommates respect your privacy and belongings, but insist on keeping their lube in the fridge next to your orange juice.

In short: it’s never black and white.

Ultimately, living with roommates is just an unfortunate inevitability — though if you could afford to live alone as a broke university student, you would — and you have to learn to adjust your lifestyle to cope with it.

Living with strangers is a bit weird, like your first roommate freshman year: a tiny girl who was perfectly pleasant to cohabitate with, and said almost nothing beyond the absolute nightmare fuel she used to mutter in her sleep on the other side of your shared shoe-box of a dorm room. You, decidedly, preferred living with friends whom you knew and trusted not to tell you they were going to kill you in their sleep.

Which is precisely how, after moving out of your dorm first year after realizing residence just wasn’t for you, you ended up moving in with two of your best friends from high school: Hanamaki Takahiro and Matsukawa Issei.

Living with members of the opposite sex presented an entirely new spectrum of difficulty, to be sure. But you knew Makki and Mattsun, you’d been friends since you were 15, and you’d long grown used to their antics and eccentricities. So all in all, the three of you made a pretty solid trio of housemates — so solid in fact that your cohabitation somehow managed to endure all the way through to your senior year.

Which is how you find yourself on the phone with a friend in the kitchen of your three-bedroom apartment just off campus in the early afternoon, AirPods in, tidying up some dishes that someone (probably Makki) left out that morning before heading to class. Your lab that morning was cancelled, and rather than make your way to campus for the one other class you had scheduled that day, you decided to treat yourself and play hooky for once.

“His name was soooo long, too,” your friend’s plaintive voice sighs from the other end of the call, in the process of regaling you with the story of a dating app hookup gone wrong the evening prior. “And I only called him ‘daddy’ because I didn’t know if we were close enough to nickname him, and somehow that felt less personal!”

You huff out a little breath of air, halfway to a chuckle, twirling the slightly damp towel that you’d just finished drying the dishes with between your hands. “What’s the point of a boy even having a name if it isn’t moanable?”

Your friend’s tittering laugh resounds through your headphones and you giggle along with her, a sly smile pinching at your cheeks at your own joke.

Movement in the corner of your eye startles you, and you whip around suddenly to see Hiro (aforementioned dish-leaver and everyday bane of your existence) leaning in the doorway as though waiting for you to notice him, both hands tucked down the front of his grey sweatpants. He looks at you with a single eyebrow drawn up.

“Jesus christ, make your presence known you creep — No, not you,” you assure your friend on the other line when she makes an indignant, confused noise. You roll your eyes after tossing a brief glare at the boy still standing in the doorway, looking as pleased as ever. “Makki was lurking behind me.”

You quickly end your call with your friend once you realize that your nosy roommate has no intention of going anywhere anytime soon, popping your headphones out from your ears and turning to look at him with an unimpressed scowl on your face.

The corner of his mouth quirks up, the exact opposite of your own.

“So, moanable names, huh?”

You huff, annoyed that not only was he eavesdropping but now he was trying to make some sort of group discussion of the indignity. “Fuck off.”

“No, no. Tell me more.” Makki slides a little further into the kitchen, grinning down at you. “Is my name moanable?”

“Makki, I swear to god,” you try to sound threatening but it just comes out exasperated. You’re used to his antics — you’ve been friends for long enough that you’ve simply become acclimatized to the garden-variety chaos he seems to exude at all times, but this conversation felt like it was toeing a lie that you didn’t want to cross.

“I didn’t even know this was something girls care about, so help me out here,” he said, cajoling you further. “Friend to friend, I gotta know. Tell me.”

“No.”

“No as in it’s not moanable? Or no as in you won’t tell me?” he pesters on, and you only get more flustered and annoyed as he bullies you a little further into the corner of the kitchen where the counter meets the stove in an L-shape.

“No as in there’s no way in hell I’m having this conversation with you.”

You hit him with the dish towel in your hands, though not hard enough to do any real damage, and he yelps but he’s still grinning all the while.

“Now what’s going on in here?” a deep voice full of mirth pries your attention away from the strawberry blonde crowding over you, and your gaze lands on your second roommate.

Mattsun is leaning against the doorframe in much the same way Makki had been only a moment prior, still wearing his jacket — he must have just gotten back from his morning class, though you hadn’t heard him come in.

If you’d been hoping for salvation in his sudden appearance, the smirk on Matsukawa’s face all but dashes that aspiration.

Once Makki gets him up to speed, he all too delightedly joins in.

“It’s really not that hard of a question,” Mattsun drawls, cocking his head to the side. He’s still on the opposite end of the room, a full six feet or more away from you, but his presence is just as stifling as if he was hovering over you like Makki presently found himself. “We’d tell you if you were the one asking, you know.”

Your lips part a little, and a terrible, treacherously inquisitive voice in the back of your mind tells you that you should ask — that you want to know if they think your name is moanable.

You bury the thought as quickly as it surfaces, choking it back with your indignation.

“Well I’m not asking, and I have no plans to — now or ever,” you shove a little against Makki’s chest to give yourself a bit more space. He hardly budges.

Why are your friends all so fucking tall?

“Well, it is.”

You blink, eyes flickering up towards Hiro who had said the words.

“Your name,” he explains, pressing the tip of his pointer finger to the furrow that had made itself known upon your brow, reading the signs of your confusion without you needing to openly express them. “Super moanable.”

“Agreed,” Mattsun pipes in unprompted from the doorway, and your eyes flicker over to see his smirk had given way to a full-on grin — wolfish though it may be.

You snap out of your stupor and smack Hiro’s hand away, throwing your dishtowel right in his face as you shoulder by him towards the door, glowering at Mattsun on your way past for good measure.

You storm off, footfalls heavy on the floor of the hallway as you go, and slam the door behind you once you make it into the sanctuary of your own bedroom.

You’re mad at both of them — borderline fuming as you throw yourself down atop your unmade bed.

Because it’s awkward.

And annoying.

And unnecessary.

They both have perfectly moanable names.

You know it.

They know it.

Hell, you hear their hookups do it often enough through the paper-thin walls of your three-bedroom to say it with an almost unfair degree of certainty. Walls so thin it’s like you can see through them — can see all the ways the two boys you’ve known for years are making those girls you’ll never actually get the opportunity to properly meet scream.

Admittedly, you hear cries of Issei more often than Hiro, but the latter is always more ragged, more desperately obscene than the former. The sounds echo through the apartment so clearly that not even your noise cancelling headphones are enough to drown them out some nights, and you find yourself falling asleep to the mortifying thought of what it might be like to be the one who was screaming their names.

You bury your burning face in your pillow at the thought and resist the urge to shriek.

The rest of your day is spent hiding in your room; watching Netflix on your laptop, taking sporadic naps, and rationing the water in the bottle you kept on your bedside table to stave off the need to leave your bed for as long as humanly possible.

There’s a bit of noise that drifts into your room throughout the afternoon, specifically in the evening as two familiar voices join the other two that had been in the apartment for most of the day. Oikawa and Iwaizumi were supposed to come over to drink and play video games that night, and their arrival had crept up on you faster than anticipated.

About half an hour after they land, you get a text from Iwa asking if you’re gonna come out and join them, but you ignore it and pretend to be asleep.

Eventually the water bottle goes dry, and you can’t ignore the grumbling of your stomach any longer, and when you think the coast is clear — shouts in the living room telling you that the boys are likely distracted by whatever game they were playing —you slink out of your room to grab a snack from the kitchen.

You’re quiet as you pry open your bedroom door, careful to avoid the parts of the floor along the way which you know are a little creaky and might give you away. You’re so focused on where you’re stepping that you don’t notice a figure stepping out from the bathroom until you’re colliding with a broad, muscular chest that smells like expensive cologne and fabric softener. You squeak in surprise, looking up to see Oikawa grinning down at you.

“Going somewhere, sleeping beauty?” he teases you, and you stumble back from him.

“I was just, uh, I just wanted to get something to eat,” you say quietly, nodding towards the doorway to the kitchen at the other end of the hall.

Oikawa takes a step forward, bullying you with his much larger frame back towards the living room.

“We’ve got plenty of snacks to share,” he says with a knowing smirk that makes your skin prickle, and you wonder just how much of your altercation earlier in the afternoon Mattsun and Makki had already shared with him. “And now that you’re awake you can join us!”

You sigh in defeat, following along behind him to where the other three boys are waiting in the living room.

The coffee table is already covered in empty beer cans and bowls of half-eaten snacks, and your eyes immediately hone in on a bowl of the pretzel sticks you’d been hoping to snag from the kitchen on your pilgrimage that had been unceremoniously derailed.

“Look who finally decided to join us,” Oikawa chirps as he flops himself back onto the couch next to Issei, whose attention remains focused on the screen in front of him as he and Hiro (who was seated in the chair beside the sofa) went 1v1 on some combat game you never really got into.

Iwaizumi looks up from his place on the floor, spotting you hovering in the doorway and shooting you a little smile. He pats the open space on the floor beside him and you resignedly shuffle over to join him.

“Did you have a good nap?” he asks with a laugh as you sit crosslegged to his left.

You nod curtly. “Can you pass me the pretzels?”

You settle in with the bowl in your lap once he hands it to you, popping a salty snack into your mouth and risking a glance at your two roommates on the other side of the room. Neither of them appear bothered or otherwise moved by your sudden appearance, and they seem to have let your earlier conversation go. Mattsun even brings you back a beer after his next trip into the kitchen, which you accept — cracking the can open and carefully sipping the carbonation that fizzles up over the rim.

Your empty stomach from barricading yourself in your room all afternoon means that the beer hits you faster than the pretzel sticks you and Iwa were sharing, and before you know it all the tension you’d been feeling in your shoulders has fizzled away like the bubbles in the beer you’re all drinking.

You really should have seen it coming.

“So,” Oikawa drawls, draping himself over the arm of the sofa overhead, leaning towards you. “Do I have a moanable name?”

And you’re mortified.

Makki does nothing to conceal his laughter at your horrified expression. Mattsun’s smirk is thinly veiled at best. Iwa (the only one you’re leaving in your will, decidedly) tells them to fuck off and drop it, his voice gruff and firm.

“I think as a friend we have a right to know these things, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa counters his friend’s command, holding a hand to his chest. “Don’t you want to know?

“I don’t care,” Iwa bites back, but there’s the slightest waver in it, the furtive way that he steals a glance at you that betrays the comment’s sincerity.

Oh.

“God, fine!” you huff out, exasperated and embarrassed and ready to just put this entire conversation to rest once and for all. “I’m sure you all have moanable names — happy now?”

The boys take pause at that.

“But which one of us has the most moanable name?” Makki asks with a smirk, leaning forward in his seat to leer at you. The look in his eyes is predatory, and makes something in you rise like panic, but without the actual fear of any danger.

Anticipation, you realize. That’s what you’re feeling.

Their video game has been abandoned now, one controller dangling loosely from Makki’s hand while Issei’s has been discarded on the coffee table.

Their eyes are all on you.

“I- I don’t know that, you perv!” you squeak out, heat climbing so quickly in your cheeks it’s making you dizzy, and you’re uncertain if it’s the beer or the blood rush that’s to blame. Maybe both. “Who am I to judge that?”

“Could you?”

Your eyes flicker to Mattsun.

“Judge it, I mean,” he adds when he sees the blank look on your face.

“Wh- how?” you squeak out, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. The atmosphere in the room has changed, become charged, in the few moments since the subject had come up.

“Moan for us,” Oikawa says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You blink, absolutely bewildered by the request.

“Moan for us, please?” Oikawa stretches forward, his hand cupping your cheek. He looks so sweet and beseeching as his thumb presses down into your bottom lip.

“Why me?” you manage to ask through the pulse pounding in your throat.

“You’re the only girl, so you’re the only one who can do it, y’know, authentically,” Makki says from his seat. Your eyes flicker over to him, Oikawa’s thumb still prodding against your mouth. “Plus you’re hot.”

You roll your eyes, but you undeniably feel a shiver run through you when none of the other men in the room make any efforts to dispute his claim.

“So?” Mattsun asks, and the single word is so loaded that you feel like it sucks all the air from the room.

Oikawa finally pulls away from you, and the five of you sit quietly for a moment.

“Okay.”

You have no idea what makes you say it. Maybe it’s the alcohol in your bloodstream, maybe it’s something more depraved that was already inside of you long before you brought the can of beer to your lips that evening, the same thing that occasionally had your fingers creeping into your panties on the nights that your headphones aren’t enough to hide the sounds coming from your roommates’ bedrooms.

Something shifts in the room the minute you agree, like a spark catching on a pool of gasoline.

Oikawa laughs, the sound absolutely delighted and conniving, from his seat on the sofa.

“How far are we taking this?” Iwa asks gruffly, your eyes flickering over to him as he sits beside you. He looks reluctant.

“That’s up to her,” Makki says, nodding in your direction.

“Whaddya say?” Mattsun asks, eyes trailing all the way up your body before landing on your face. A little twitch at the corner of his already smirking mouth, ticking upward to make the curl of his lip a little more feral. “It’s your call: how far will you let us go, sweetheart?”

Your mouth feels too dry to form a response.

“First base?” Oikawa asks sweetly, leaning over the edge of the sofa once more as his fingers skirt up your arm. His touch ghosts over the swell of your breasts, right where the neckline of your tank top dips down, but only grazes you lightly enough to leave you squirming and unsatisfied.

Your breath hitches as you feel the warmth of his lips on your neck, your head lolling to the side instinctively — but the touch is so brief that you’d almost consider it chaste if not for the way his hand had slithered down to cup your pussy through the material of your leggings, brazen and self-assured.

“Second?” he poses a another question, murmuring the words directly into your skin, even though you’d never responded to the first.

He pulls away when you say nothing, your thighs clenching unconsciously to trap the pressure of his hand where it rests between your legs. His eyes are alight with something entirely too devious to look so tender as he locks gazes with you.

“Oh, you’re letting us go all the way,” he breathes the knowing words out like a prayer, honeyed and exalted.

“Don’t assume things, pervykawa,” Iwa snaps, but his voice is tighter than it had been a moment prior.

“Go on then,” Oikawa urges you, nosing at the edge of your jaw before pressing another featherlight kiss to your throat. “Tell us.”

You let a little noise out at way he presses his hand down a little firmer between your legs, your hips rolling against the pressure instinctively. Your eyes flutter closed, and when they open again, you’re acutely aware of the four men whose attentions are intently focused on you.

You swallow hard, fixing your eyes on the floor to avoid their esurient gazes.

“You can do whatever you want.”

They draw pretzels to decide the order. Four broken sticks held tight in Iwaizumi’s curled fist for them to pick from. Longest stick goes last, and the shortest first. You feel the blood drain from your face when you see who’s holding up the fated stub to start the endeavour off.

Matsukawa seems far less hesitant than you as he beckons you over into his lap. You shakily crawl a bit closer to him across the floor and then pause.

You’ve made out with Mattsun a few times over the years, mostly when you were high or a little tipsy — but it was always lazy and pointless and just for fun.

This was different.

There was a purpose to this — a goal that effectively erased all of the boundaries that normally existed between you and your friends.

“You, I-I… you can’t go first,” you say, your tone panicked as you slowly process the facts in front of you.

Mattsun smirks at you from his place on the couch, leaning down so his face is closer to yours.

“And why’s that?”

Your eyes widen, flickering to the other boys around the room who are watching you squirm with varying looks of interest - Oikawa’s smirk in particular is acutely sadistic from the other end of the sofa.

“You’re too big,” you say quietly, too much breath behind the words to make them anything more than a whisper.

You’ve heard the conversations they’ve had about the size of Mattsun’s cock over the years, and though you’ve never seen it in full view, you’ve caught him half-hard in his sweatpants first thing in the morning enough times to know they weren’t exaggerating when they called him massive.

“What was that?” Issei feigns ignorance, holding a hand up to his ear. “Repeat yourself, so we can all hear you a bit better.”

“You can’t go first,” you repeat yourself adamantly, but it’s not the part that Matsukawa wanted to hear you say, and he clicks his tongue admonishingly.

“Sure I can,” he drawls, holding up the piece of pretzel that he’d pulled, by far the shortest of the four that had been tucked into Iwaizumi’s curled palm, “it’s the luck of the draw.”

Issei extends his hand to you, and eventually you take it, allowing him to guide you up onto the sofa so you’re straddling his lap. His hands settle on your waist, thumbs dipping under the hem of your tank top to brush against the skin underneath.

“There you go,” he says, smiling up at you toothily as you brace yourself on his broad shoulders. “That wasn’t so hard was it?”

This is familiar enough. You’ve sat on his lap before, felt the way his palms flatten and slide down down down to palm your ass through the material of your leggings. He’s not smiling anymore as he peers up at you — no, that look has been replaced with something hungrier as his eyes flutter down to your lips.

You lean forward and kiss him.

Issei is a good kisser.

He has been since the first time the two of you made out in the backyard of a house party in high school when you were both drunk off of pitifully meagre amounts of liquor you’d convinced one the boys’ old volleyball senpai’s to buy for you. His lips are just as soft as they were back then, and he takes his time — focusing on your lips for what feels like an eternity before even thinking to swipe his tongue forward, pressing into your mouth gently in a gesture you’re all too happy to reciprocate.

Your lips start to burn from the way Issei nips and sucks at them, pulling away and watching with a heavy-lidded fascination as he lets your swollen bottom lip snap back into place as it slips from his teeth. You writhe in his lap.

You feel hot.

Too hot for someone who lives in a drafty apartment and isn’t wearing that many clothes to begin with.

You feel like you’re melting when Mattsun leans forward and presses a kiss to the hollow of your throat, his teeth biting down into the skin.

“Issei,” when his name finally slips out from your parted, stinging lips, it’s a whimper more than a moan. You head lolls back as your eyes flutter shut.

“Come on, that doesn’t count and you know it, sweetheart,” he says, the words smug and smothered by your skin between his teeth.

“He hasn’t even touched you yet and you’re this whiny,” Oikawa chuckles breathlessly from the other end of the sofa, and for the first time you remember that the two of you aren’t alone. Your eyes flash over to the young man only a few feet away from you, watching your face carefully.

“Hey,” a hand on your chin guides your face back towards the boy whose lap you’re perched on top of. Issei’s dark eyes bore into yours, his lips pink and swollen in a way that you’re sure yours also mirror. “Why are you looking at him when I’m right here? You distracted or something?”

Issei places the hand not holding your chin on the small of your back, pulling you forward at the same time that he ruts his own hips up. You gasp as you feel the pressure of his hard cock pressing against your clothed cunt. Even through the layers of clothing separating you, you can feel just how big he is.

“O-Oh my god, Issei, you’re…” you let out a strangled yelp, your train of thought lost as he repeats the same roll of his hips as before.

“Seems like I’ve got your full attention now,” Mattsun laughs, but his words are a little hoarser than they were before, a little more laboured. He grunts as you press your chest into his, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him again, your hips continuing the same steady pace that he’d set for you both.

You should be embarrassed how quickly the knot in your stomach builds up while you grind against Matsukawa’s lap, or at the very least embarrassed that you have an audience to the entire spectacle, but the heat thrumming through your veins makes you shameless and desperate. Mattsun moves with purpose and an almost inhuman precision, riling you up so fast that you find yourself on the brink of cumming and all of your clothes are still on.

His teeth bite down into the flesh of your shoulder at the exact moment the outline of the head of his cock ruts directly against your clit.

“Issei!” you throw your head back, gasping at the feeling.

“That was a moan!” Oikawa says with a sudden sharp clap of his hands, shattering the intimacy of the heated moment.

Before you know what’s happening you’re being pulled off Issei, who can only groan in response, his hands trying to cling to you as you’re pried from his lap.

“No, no, please I-“

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good, too. Better even,” Oikawa smiles at you as he cuts off your desperate babbling, but it’s sharp and predatory as he lays you out on the sofa, flat on your back.

Your thighs are shaking, panties sticking between your legs as he crawls over you.

“Isn’t that right, Cherry-chan?”

You have half a mind to kick him off the couch just for the nickname, and call the whole thing off.

You dated Oikawa in high school, much to both of your dismay now that you’re older and wiser and not virgins. And he’d started calling you the pet name not long after you’d started seeing each other — citing the way your cheeks would always flush a telling, rosy hue at the slightest bit of provocation. You’d actually found it sort of sweet, until you learned (way later than you should have) that the nickname came from the fact he popped your cherry, not because you looked like one.

But you’re too worked up to do either of those things, and instead you fist the material of his t-shirt and pull him down towards you to crash his lips to yours.

Oikawa shows none of the patience that Mattsun showed in the preamble, immediately working the waistband of your pants down over your hips, underwear along with it. Before you know it, you’re naked from the waist down and Tooru is sinking to his knees on the floor between your parted thighs.

He wastes no time. Oikawa Tooru is a man who knows what he wants, and he has been for as long as you’ve known him.

Driven.

Unyielding in the pursuit of his goals.

And what he wants right now?

To break you apart.

Maybe it’s because of how worked up Mattsun had gotten you, maybe it’s the skillful way Oikawa uses this mouth, but in no time at all you find yourself on the edge.

“Oh my god, oh — haa — my god,” you’re babbling as the boy between your legs sucks your clit into his mouth. You’re trying your best to be quiet as you speak, all things considered; not quite moaning yet, though you’re uncertain as to whether or not it’s because you don’t want to give him the satisfaction, or that you know the moment you do you’ll be denied yours again.

“You taste so good.” Tooru licks a long stripe up your pussy with his unfairly talented tongue, flicking the tip against your sensitive clit as he reaches the top. “So sweet.”

You keen, back arching up off the sofa as he curls two long fingers inside of you without much warning beyond the brief glimpse of him wetting them with his mouth.

You’re going to cum.

You’re going to cum.

“Then do it,” Oikawa says, peering up at you lustfully from his place between your thighs, his tongue flicking out to lave against your clit again. You didn’t even realize you’d said it out loud.

Tooru spits into the hand that’s not currently three knuckles deep inside of you, and shifts slightly as he reaches down out of sight. The slick sound of him pumping his cock fills the room along with the obscene noises of him lapping at your cunt. The fact that he’s getting off on this as much as you are makes you feel even more unhinged.

When you finally cum, you feel like you’re going to die.

“Tooru!” you cry out, unable to hold the moan back any longer even in spite of your best efforts. Your thighs clamp around his head as your hips buck up against his face, back arching like a bow string drawn taught. Your hands tangle in his soft brown hair while you ride out the wave of heat that rips through your body.

You’re too far gone to worry that you’re going to be interrupted, but it doesn’t matter: the boys around the room are watching with such a fascinated intensity that none of them dare to interrupt.

“Look at that,” Makki breathes.

“Shit,” Mattsun grunts out an agreement as you struggle to catch your breath.

Oikawa’s hand has sped up it’s frantic passes along his cock, and when he shifts up to his knees on the floor below you, you catch sight of it for the first time since you were a teenager: still long and curved and nicely pink at the head, glossy with the precum oozing out of it.

“Like what you see?” he rasps out when he catches the way your eyes have travelled down to his dick, the muscles in his abdomen clenching to make them even more defined in a way that you’re uncertain is intentional or instinctive.

You nod weakly.

“Cum on me, Tooru.”

His muscles tense again.

“Where?” his pretence of nonchalance is fractured by the way his voice cracks, a pretty hand wrapped around the base of his equally pretty cock to keep himself from cumming before you tell him exactly where you want it.

“My tits,” you breathe, eyes flickering up to his feral gaze, “cum on my tits.”

One of his hands wraps around your knee, tugging you to the edge of the sofa where you’re still lying flat on your back. Your shirt rucks up slightly in the scramble, but his other hand tugs your tank top the rest of the way up over your chest, positioning himself over you between your spread legs as he pumps his hand hard and fast one, two, three times more before you feel the first spatter of cum hit your sweat-dampened skin.

You watch as he rests back on his haunches, reaching up to push his ruffled hair back from his face.

Tooru smirks, dragging a long finger through the mess he made on your chest — probably writing his name in it — as he speaks again.

“I don’t remember you being so lewd when we were in high school, Cherry-chan.”

“I don’t remember you being able to make me cum when we were in high school, either. Guess things change,” you say, and your words would have been more cutting if you were a little less breathless. Your hand reaches up and cards through Tooru’s impossibly soft hair, but what could have been a tender moment turns cutting when you curl your fingers in the tresses and tug hard — Oikawa looks like he’s holding back a moan. “And stop calling me that.”

“Here,” a voice says softly from beside you, pulling your attention away from the obnoxious boy who’d just made you cum. You let your head loll to the side to see Iwa handing you a bit of tissue. You have no idea when or where he got them from, but you thank him, watching the way his eyes follow your careful motions as you clean yourself up.

“You missed a spot,” Oikawa says, dipping down and dragging his tongue across your breast, maintaining eye contact with his best friend while he does it. You whimper a little at the way his teeth graze you when he suckles your nipple into his mouth — just for the hell of it.

“Alright, enough rekindling that old flame,” Makki says, eager for his own turn, before grabbing Oikawa by the collar of his shirt and dragging away from you. The brown-haired boy makes an indignant squawk as he’s so unceremoniously uprooted, but you have virtually no time to process it before Hiro is pulling you up to your feet and maneuvering you over to his seat, flopping down and pulling you into his lap along with him.

“Take this off,” he says, tugging at the shirt bunched up over your chest. He helps guide it up over your head properly and then he appraises you for a moment, moulding his hand to the shape of your breast.

He sighs, and it sounds soft and almost dreamy. You don’t trust it at all.

“Perfect.”

If Issei and Oikawa had been determined to unravel you as quickly as possible, Hiro is the opposite — he touches you like he wants to drive you to the brink, but never quite allow you to go over.

“‘Atta girl, just like that,” Hiro breathes as his thumb rubs infuriatingly slow circles into your clit, his other hand guiding the thick head of his cock through the slick of your slit. His shirt is long gone, but his sweatpants had only been tugged down around his knees — unsurprisingly he’d not been wearing underwear beneath them.

He’s been teasing you like this for what felt like an eternity, painstakingly circling your clit, rolling your nipples between his teeth, laving his tongue over the bite marks he’d littered across your collarbones to match the one’s Issei had made while you mewled. He appeased your needy whines with the occasional dip of his tip pressing into you, a little bit of a burn each time as you adjusted to the intrusion, you still feel too empty.

“H-hiro, please. I need it,” you’re almost sobbing as you plead to him. Hell, you are sobbing — the words mangled and watery as your fingers tangle their way into Makki’s perpetual bedhead.

“Nah, you don’t,” Makki says. “You can cum like this.”

“I don’t want to,” you warble, fingernails raking bluntly over his scalp. “Wanna cum on yo-on your cock.”

That makes him falter, slipping a little bit further inside you due to nothing but pure shock. You feel his cock twitch as you sink halfway down it.

“Oh I felt that,” you keen, tossing your head back and dropping your hips down onto him as much as his vice grip on your waist will allow — which isn’t much. “Please Hiro. I know you want to.”

“‘Course I want to,” he groans, thrusting shallowly into the tight heat between your legs. “But you’re so pretty like this, all wrecked and desperate. Who’re you begging for?”

“You,” you murmur, kissing up his throat to his jaw, sliding little pecks all the way across to his mouth. “It’s for you Hiro — so please just fuck me.”

“I don’t have a condom on,” Hiro hisses out through clenched teeth. “And I’m out.”

“I’ve got some,” Mattsun drawls from his spot on the couch and your half-lidded gaze lands on him. He licks his lips as you make eye contact, your walls clenching around the tip of Hiro’s cock that’s still half-inside you.

“Fuck you,” Makki spits, not to you, and you all know why. Mattsun is the only man in the room that would fit into the king size condoms tucked into his bedside drawer.

“I don’t care,” you keen, head lolling back.

He’s halfway in already, no condom in sight. Was it your finest hour? The most shining example of reason you’d ever set? No. But you were three quarters of the way through letting your four best friends have their way with you, so it’s fair to say that logic and reason were well beyond you by that point.

“Really?” Hiro’s voice is comically pitchy as he croaks the question out, desperate and hopeful.

“Just don’t cum inside me, ‘kay?” You nod, leaning forward and resting your forehead against his. He rolls his hips a little deeper than before, not all the way, but fuller than he’d been filling you up until that point.

“You got it, princess.”

Makki’s cock may not be the most impressive in the room, but god does he know how to use it. The first thrust to the hilt he makes has you crying out — a pitiful, broken sound that rips from somewhere deep in your chest.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” Hiro moans, pulling out just to repeat the same toe-curling accuracy he’d executed on the first thrust. Three more and you’re ready to snap, and the softest pressure of his thumb on your clit has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Hiro, H-Hiro, Hiro!” you moan his name as you come undone, nails digging into the soft flesh of his shoulders as you scrabble for purchase in the pale skin.

“Fuck, fuck,” Hiro chokes out, managing two more sloppy thrusts through your orgasm before he’s pulling out of you and cumming all over his own tightly-drawn abs.

You crumple forward, hands gripping the back of the chair as your sweat-slicked chest meets Makki’s. His hands immediately reaching around to stroke your back as the two of you struggle to catch your breaths.

It’s an unusually gentle gesture, and you find yourself melting into his touch — though careful not to get the cum splattered across his skin onto yours.

“Wow,” he says with a huff of a laugh, the warm breath fanning against your ear. “Your pussy’s unreal.”

You pull back, looking at him through narrowed eyes.

Way to ruin the moment.

You flick him on the forehead, right between his brows.

You stand up onto unsteady legs and almost immediately stumble, but a strong arm around your waist keeps you upright.

You turn in the aforementioned grip to see Iwa supporting you.

“Hi, Iwa,” you say softly, for lack of anything better to say, a delirious smile on your flushed face.

“Hi,” he repeats the greeting with a sweet chuckle. He says your name quietly, and you feel something stir in the pit of your stomach. “You good?”

“Mhm,” you hum, with a little nod, very aware of the way his stiff cock is pressing into your hip as he holds you.

You wait for a second before stretching up to press your lips to his.

He freezes momentarily — like even after everything he’d just witnessed he wasn’t quite expecting it — before responding in kind, kissing you deeply and holding you a little bit tighter.

You stay like that, making out in the middle of the living room, before Iwa sweeps you up into his arms. Your legs wrap around his waist as he holds you like it’s effortless and carefully he leans down, laying you out across the floor — hardly breaking the kiss all the while.

Iwa steals a pillow off the couch — you think it’s Oikawa who hands it to him but you can’t be sure — nestling it under your hips to angle them up and protect them from the hard floor underneath.

“Is this okay?” he asks, though he barely separates from your mouth to speak the words, so soft and quiet and close that it’s like you’re the only person in the world who’s meant to hear them.

You nod a little bit, your fingers tracing through his short hair while he’s hovering over you.

“We can stop here, you know,” he says, brushing his nose against yours. “You’ve done so much already.”

You panic a little, your grip on his hair tightening.

“No,” you say, voice pitching up in your fluster. “Please, Hajime. I want you to fuck me.”

Iwa swallows hard, leaning back on his knees as he tugs his sweatshirt up over his head.

You’re wet and more than ready for him when he finally presses in — but there’s still a delicious stretch as he carves his way inside of you that has you arching up underneath him, grabbing his corded shoulders to ground yourself.

“Oh,” Iwa gasps out as he feels the way you’re wrapped around him, sucking him in.

You whimper as he pulls back only slightly before rutting into you again, sending you sliding up on the carpet, the burn against your shoulder blades little more than a dull ache even if you know you’ll feel it acutely in the morning.

“More, Iwa,” you plead to him breathlessly. “I want you.”

“You’ve got me,” he replies hoarsely, but he still obliges your request readily, looping your knees over his forearms and bending you in half. The change forces a sound out of you that’s so carnal it even takes you by surprise.

He’s so deep at this angle, you swear you can feel the tip of his cock hitting your diaphragm — anatomical possibilities be damned. Your throat is tight, breath hitching with every slow, calculated thrust inside of you as he takes his time.

“Ha-“ your moan is cut off before you can say his name, his hand pressing against your swollen lips to trap the word behind them unspoken.

“Sorry, baby,” Iwa murmurs, eyes tracing over your wrecked face. “I just don’t want this to end too quick, okay?”

You can only nod underneath his palm as it covers your mouth, tears of exertion gathering along your lash line and dripping back towards your temple.

“Be good for me,” his words are strained, tendons in his neck flexing as he swallows hard and rolls his hips down into yours once more.

If any of the boys want to complain about how this is breaking some unspoken rule, they don’t. A silence so profound has settled over the room that you wonder if they’re even breathing.

Iwa fucks you languidly — tenderly. Like he’s savouring every slick slide into your cunt for all the moment is worth. He’s groaning openly, the sounds occasionally muffled by your skin as he presses hot open mouthed kisses to every inch of it he can reach - your mouth is still covered by his heavy hand, so he focuses his attention on your jaw, your throat, your tits.

He doesn’t care about the competition, the way he’s taking his time makes that clear, but when he finally removes his hand and you moan — properly moan — it’s a sound so high and sweet you can almost feel the shiver that runs down the length of his spine.

“Hajime.”

“Shit,” the grunted curse isn’t from Iwa, who is still rocking his hips into yours, but rather Makki — who had begun shamelessly jerking himself off again on the other side of the living room.

You cum for the third time that night, but it’s no less impressive than the first two. Your vision goes from black to white with how hard your eyes squeeze shut, and Iwa moans your name out when he feels the way you clench around his cock — so tight he can barely keep fucking you through it. Your legs wind themselves around his hips and keep him still as you writhe through your peak.

“‘M gonna cum,” he grunts out through clenched teeth, hands moving to try and pry your legs away, “baby, I’m gonna cum, you gotta-“

“Inside,” you keen, “cum inside me, Haji.”

With a defeated, wanton groan he nods, rolling against you again— it’s harder this time, more frantic.

“You sure?” he manages to bite the words out though it seems to take every last ounce of resolve he has, hands pressed into the carpet on either side of your head as he leans over you fucking you into the floor.

You nod frantically, tears still rolling down your cheeks. Your hands press weakly against the smooth planes of his chest as you feel the first pangs of overstimulation, your fingers scratching into the skin beneath them a little more on every thrust. You loosen the lock of your legs, allowing Iwaizumi a bit more leeway to fuck you harder, and after only a few more bruising thrusts you feel him cum, cock throbbing and filling you up so well that you feel on the verge of bursting.

Iwa collapses on top of you, his face tucked into the crook of your neck as his heavy weight bears down and crushes you into the floor — but you don’t quite mind it.

He gets his bearings soon enough, as though realizing for the first time he might be harming you, rolling onto his side.

His eyes are a little hazy as they rake over your features, a look of concern pinching his handsome face. You can tell without him saying it that he’s worried he went too far, so you reach up and cup his face in your palm with a weak but genuine smile.

You feel a pressure on your knee unexpectedly, gently nudging your legs apart. You look down to see Hiro’s foot coaxing your thighs open, eyes fixed to where Hajime’s cum is dripping out of you. He’s tucked his cock away and pulled his sweatpants up again, meaning he must have finished again at some point, but his lip is stuck out in an obnoxious pout as he looks at you.

“How come he got to nut inside you but I didn’t?” Makki whines, and Oikawa reaches out and smacks the back of his head lightly — shooting him a look that you don’t quite understand.

“I’ll go get a warm cloth to clean you up,” Iwa says to you, pulling your attention back to him as he pushes himself up into a sitting position. He clears his throat a little. “Okay?”

You nod weakly, your exhaustion having finally crept up on you.

“Iwa-chan, get one for me too! My face is still all sticky!” Oikawa calls after Iwa’s retreating form.

“Get it yourself!”

“But Iwa!” Oikawa complains, standing and shuffling after his friend, grumbling about the injustice all the while.

“You need some water?” Makki asks, standing from his seat and peering down at where you’re still laying flat on the floor of your living room. He stretches his arms up over his head, the muscles of his upper body flexing under his skin as he does so. You nod, hissing a little as you pull yourself upright.

“Yes, please,” your throat is hoarse so you say the words a little weakly, and you wince as you feel more cum seep out of you and smear along the tops of your thighs. Makki nods and saunters off towards the kitchen, but you could have sworn you spotted a little blush along the tops of his cheeks before he left.

You sigh a little bit, blinking away some of the residual wetness in your eyes.

A figure appears in the periphery of your blurry vision, and you turn, peering upwards.

Mattsun grins down at you, his towering height only amplified by your position on the floor. He tilts his head to the side.

“Kinda unfair that I’m the only one who didn’t get to cum, you know.”

He crouches down beside you, his eyes trailing all the way up your body until he reaches your flushed, tearstained face. He cups your cheek in his hand, the pad of his thumb swiping away a lone tear still clinging to your skin. He brings the thumb up to his lips, and you watch raptly as his tongue sweeps out to taste the brine from his fingertip.

Your stomach clenches.

“Think you’re ready for me now, sweetheart?”

None of you even seem to notice that the competition had been all but forgotten.

bokuto is the type to ask u how much you weigh only because he wants to put that weight onto a barbell and send u a video of him hip thrusting it at the gym

nsfw / fem!reader

surprisingly, miya atsumu knows how to not be loud; you used to think you were the quiet one in the relationship.

during movies, he’d usually lean over to tell you how he knows that actress from somewhere, a finger pointing at the screen, and the entire cinema would hear. back in college, you’d be whispering about a professor that annoyed you, and when he’d answer you, he’d speak loud enough for the whole room to know.

when he’s on the court during a game, he’d announce his team’s next strategy like it was a public service announcement. he’d laugh so proudly after too, and the pleading looks you’d get from sakusa to get your man to shut up would make him laugh even harder.

so you couldn’t believe it when you found out that miya atsumu knew how to stay quiet — well, it was really him finding out that you could be louder than him, because how could he believe it when his meek and quiet little girlfriend could moan so loud for the whole city to hear?

he’s pounding into you from behind, your hips slowly being mottled with shades of purple and yellow from the strong grip his fingers had on them, and you’re so loud; he’s already gagged you with your soiled panties and shoved your head down into the pillow, but still, you’re so fucking loud.

“be quiet for me, princess,” his voice quietly rasped, right hand squeezing your bruised hip as a warning. “don’t want the neighbors hearing how needy you are — just me, yeah? only your tsumu can hear.”

he thinks he hears a muffled yeah amongst the unintelligible babbles and groans, but he still grabs you by your hair and pulls your head back to his shoulder. his right arm wraps around your waist, pinning his chest to your back, and his left hand releases your hair to throw your panties out of your mouth before wrapping around your neck. his hips continue to piston in and out of you and he’s sure you’d collapse without his hold from how much your legs are shaking.

“you gonna stay quiet for me now?” he chuckles, right hand dipping down to play with your clit.

and as soon as you’re about to say that you can’t, your climax hits you out of nowhere. your eyes squeeze shut and tears drip down your face while your mouth opens in a silent scream.

“so good for me, baby,” he groans, watching how good you look when you cum, “so fucking good.”

but he doesn’t stop, and he continues hit that spot with every thrust, fingers unceasing in its movements.

“stay quiet for me a little more, princess? i’m not done.”

bnha men x f!reader

songs they'd fuck you to + smut blurbs

Cws - petnames(puppy, baby), dom!character, sub!reader, impact play, degradation, praise, daddy kink. 

a/n - bakugou. midoriya. denki. hawks. sero. monoma. kirishima. todoroki. repost from my old blog doinmybesthere. MINORS DNI | Please have an age in your bio before interacting.

Midoriya - let me love you, Ariana Grande

Your legs are shaking and you’ve got fistfuls of his comforter as he rips a third orgasm out of you, flicking his rough tongue over your swollen clit one more time. “Hurts,” you get out when your vision clears and he’s still between your legs, “Zuku, please, feels too good,” he chuckles, blowing softly on your burning skin. “I haven’t even fucked you yet puppy, we’re just getting started.” 

Bakugou - Cry baby, The Neighbourhood

“C’mon bitch,” Bakugou snarls, landing a harsh slap on your ass, “You know better than to cum without permission,” you’re on your hands and knees on the bed, whimpering as he fucks you through your high, only to yelp when he reaches underneath you and pinches your aching clit, “Since you wanna cum like a fuckin’ whore how ‘bout we see how many times you can do it before you’re crying, huh?”

Sero - High For This - The Weekend 

You’ve been kissing for what feels like hours, every brush of his hands on your skin sends a shiver up your spine, “Baby,” he growls in your ear, the vibrations and the softness of his breath make you grind harder against the thigh he’s slotted carefully between your legs. “Not yet.” He cups your face in your hands, pressing his lips to your forehead before gently tugging your pants down to your knees, and kissing a burning path down your chest. 

Denki - Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene, Hozier

You roll your hips, letting out a gasp when he thrusts up to meet you before he grabs your thighs, warmth pooling in your cheeks, “You’re so fuckin’ pretty babe,” he breathes, “So pretty, and all mine.” He lets you lift up off of him and slams you back down again. “Denki, I,” your eyes roll back as he takes control, setting a brutal pace. “That’s it,” he coos affectionately, “Cum for me, baby.” 

Shouto - Do It For Me, Rosenfeld

You can feel the nubs of the carpet cutting into your knees but you don’t dare move as Shouto daintily presses his thumb against your tongue, letting drool pool around his digit and fall out of your open mouth. He leans back in his chair, looking bored. “Disgusting.” Your face burns with humiliation but you know better than to move, to wipe your chin clean. His expression remains neutral as he unzips his fly, pumping his hard cock in front of you. “C'mere pretty girl," he coos, dripping condescension, "Suck.” 

Keigo - Two Weeks, FKA Twigs

“Fuck, come on sweetheart,” Hawks relaxes on the couch, eyes closing in bliss as you bounce up and down on his cock, “That’s it, baby,” he growls, “Come on, ride that shit,” he opens his golden eyes for just a moment, reaching down to circle your clit with his thumb, watching you collapse into him as you cunt flutters around his length. 

Kirishima - National Anthem, Lana Del Rey

“Oh god,” You look up at him, eyes wide with innocence even when he was spearing you with his huge cock, “God, daddy, you’re so big,” you breathe, and he somehow gets even harder at the praise, “Yeah kitten,” he says, “Who makes you feel this good?” You cling to his shoulders for dear life as he rails you, completely unaware of his own strength, “You do,”  you get out, “You make me feel s’good, daddy.” 

Monoma - Hatefuck, Cruel Youth

“This is the last fucking time.” You say over your shoulder, all the air gushing from your lungs as Monoma roughly bends you over the bed, flipping up your tiny skirt. You don’t have to turn around to know he’s smirking, lining himself at your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock on your soaking panties. “What are you waiting for?” You hiss, turning around. He chuckles, shaking his head at you. “I think, tonight, I want to hear you beg.” 

#28 & #46 w/ Asra

Pairing: Asra Alnazar x f!reader Genre: S M U T Warnings: oh lord. Choking, degradation, master kink, spanking, oral (giving), mentions of exhibitionism, bondage, oral (receiving), fingering, and orgasm denial Summary: (Y/n) teases Asra all day and he eventually decides it’s time for her to receive her punishment  Prompt #46: “Looks like someone is needy.” Prompt #28: “Did you two just have sex?” A/N: hey so I recently-ish learned that Asra is nonbinary and uses he/him and they/them pronouns and doesn’t use gendered terms. With this knowledge, I went through and took out words like sir, man, and so on. If you read it and still find something wrong with it, please don’t hesitate to tell me!! I want to represent him correctly!! Thank you and enjoy!!

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your older boyfriend is just soo considerate ♡

disclaimer.. age gap relationship, re6/vendetta leon so 37+, reader is 21+, first part is fluff, other part.. size kink, like a big one, calls reader small/tiny, hint of dacryphilia, he likes taking care of you, it feeds his ego, roughness, spitting, choking, manhandling, this is so self indulgent don’t even talk to me, just jumbled headcanons about size kink w older bf leon

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leon would spend hours upon hours, way into the early morning listening to your worries and woes, how your job was stressing you out, how you are convinced that one professor is failing you on purpose, or how your friends had gone quiet on you suddenly. any little worry he would reassure away alongside a firm kiss on your forehead.

you admired him so very much, if he couldn't see you had the biggest heart eyes for him then he was a fool. every little thing he did, all his silly little habits had your heart bursting at the seams.

he would encourage you over the smallest of things,

oh you learned a neat new hobby? that's great, leon wants to hear every little detail on what it's about and how far you've gotten with it.

you've worked so hard this week? you need a little treat, he's giving you his card for the day.

got out of bed today despite struggling? you're spending the entire night in his arms, you want a massage? head rub? shoulder to cry on? you get it all. you're the most important thing to him.

he'd showed up at your college/university to pick you up early, and it was lunch time so he caught a lot of attention. "leonnn!" you called out ever so sweetly, quickly rushing over to your boyfriend in the parking lot, admiring your cute little outfit you adorned yourself in today, "y'wanna meet some of my friends?"

you had done nothing but gush about this man to all of your friends, and when they finally met him, they understood, they more then understood, some of them were evidently jealous.

you'd never have to lift a finger with him around, he spoiled you rotten.

okay sappy stuff over, i wanna fuck this old man

he's just soo considerate.. ♡

that you don't even realize his presence until he is pressed against your ass, plucking your purposefully placed by him favourite glass down from the top shelf, his other hand swiftly finding place under your shirt, warm fingertips pinching the soft flesh of your hip.

"you're too small, you'll hurt yourself." he'd scold you, lips attaching to your neck, laying fleeting kisses there which got your breath heavy as your hands gripped onto the kitchen counter, feeling him press you further into the appliance.

it was a little humiliating when he’d whisk you into his lap in public, important meetings, fancy dinners, you name it, no matter what, you’re sitting on his lap.

he’d watch you toy with his fingers, fiddle with his rings just to see how small they were against his, would be purposefully pressing you against his hard-on just to watch the way you dig your nails into his palm helplessly.

constantly squishing you against him, towering over you, pinning you to things, against things.

tell him he won’t fit, give him fat tears rolling down your cheek to match and he is talking so sweet to you, “ohh baby, s’okay, i got you sweetheart shh shh, i’ll make it feel so good.”

sometimes even he’d use the excuse that he’s just too big, like there’s no way you’re not getting his fingers fucked into your pussy and ate out before you attempt to take even an inch of him :((

“you’re so tight baby, how many times have i fucked this cute little pussy and you’re still not used to it?” he’d rasp out, dragging out every second of pushing his fat cock into your pussy to set an example.

“needy cunt can’t stop sucking me in, relax sweetheart.” he’d coo in a voice that sounded like pure honey.

the way you could feel the burning stretch every time he pushed his cock in your cunt had your back lurching off of the mattress, he had to push you back down with his hand pressing against your stomach which sent you into a frenzy, seeing the way his fingers sprawled out across your stomach.

bulge kink ♡

when he first saw the outline of him in your fucking tummy it sent him absolutely ballistic, he’d be sweating, dick twitching inside you and saying the crudest nastiest things as his fingers trailed the shape,

“look, look right fucking now-“ he grunted and you’d have to force yourself out of your daze, leaning up on your elbows and seeing what he saw, you’d cum right on the spot, especially when he stuffs himself deeper, he’d be totally pussy whipped, pussy drunk, whatever you wanna call it, he is just crazy for it.

“you feel my that baby? deep inside you? mmh? you make me feel so good, you know that don’t, you angel?” he wouldn’t let up on you unless you gave him a coherent answer.

a lot of bouncing on his knee, pretends not to notice you’re all hot and bothered until you’re eventually rutting against him, begging for his attention with tears in your eyes, sticky underwear, and a puddle of your arousal making his denim even darker.

loves the way you struggle to take his cock down your throat, you always have your hands all over him, throat sore, gagging and spitting to try make it easier- you’re so sloppy and your teeth graze against him a lot but he can’t help but find it endearing, just means he has a lot to teach you.

one day, laying you down to fuck your throat, watching the way his cock slides deeper and deeper, he can see how your throat expands to accommodate for his size.

manhandling you, like a lot, like everywhere, i told you you never have to lift a finger. his strength would make your stomach clench in desperation every time, you’re riding him but he still takes the lead, hips fucking up into you as he pulls your hair, forcing your back to arch so he can toy with your nipples in his mouth.

his entire body engulfing yours as he fucks you into the mattress, arms flexing either side of your head, all you can smell is him, all you can feel is him, everything is about him.

if you ever got too tired from doing such a good job bouncing on his dick he’d let you lay limply against him so he can use you like his own personal cocksleeve ♡

this man fucks you against walls, lifts you up to fuck you, the most uncomfortable positions are just so easy for him- they’re so worth it, he loves nothing more than wrecking your cute little cunt.

always slapping away your hands when you try to initiate anything, thumb playing with your clit before you could even reach down, his hand around your throat before you could even push his hand towards it, fingers stuffed down your throat before your tongue even fully hung out your mouth, spit dripping down your tongue as the two of you made out.

“let me take care of you.”

Healing

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Description: Leon helps you overcome depression by helping you do things you don't have energy for

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Word Count: 1.7k (short, yes but this is just something to post until my main stories ands requests are done)

Warnings/Tags: Mostly fluff. Some kissing. Mentions of sex near the end wink wink ;)

A/N: My heart is gonna burst out of my chest and I'm literally the one who wrote this HJHSH.

You were roused from your dazed slumber by a sharp knock at the door. Initially, you considered ignoring it and pretending not to be home, hoping the visitor would leave. But the knocking grew louder and consistent with each passing second.

"Hey. Its Leon. I know you're in there".

You open an eye slightly, pushing yourself up a bit from the couch. Leon? The hell did he want? Wasn't he supposed to be off in Italy somewhere? Another knock rang through your apartment, this one a bit quieter though.

Leon's muffled voice reached your ears through the door. "If you don't answer, I'm just gonna assume you're dead and kick this door off its hinges."

You groan, loud enough so you know he can hear you. Getting up from the couch, you shuffle slowly towards the door. You pause as you lift your hand towards the handle. Your apartment was filthy, and your clothes hadn't been changed in at least a week.

You smelled awful. No way you could let him in.

"Im sorry Leon, I'm sick. Come back later please?" you say, knowing damn well he wasn't about to just leave. He never gives up that easy, stubborn bastard.

"I haven't seen you in like 2 weeks. Plus I found your notebook in my car. Thought you might want it back" he says plainly.

As annoying as it was, you DID want that notebook back. It had pretty important notes in it for your office job. Sucking in a deep breath, you unlock the door and open it just a bit. Leon was standing there in a somewhat tight fitting black shirt and cargo pants. He must've came straight after work.

"Can you just slide it to me through the crack?" you ask, the sun hurting your eyes. Leon didn't respond, instead taking his time surveying what little he could see of you through the slightly opened door.

"You look well rested" he chuckled. He was referring to the obvious bags under your eyes. Irritated, you start closing the door again, not even caring about the notebook at that point. You were too slow though, Leon already had his foot jammed between the door and its frame.

"Im sorry. I didn't mean it in a bad way." he said, eyes filling with a look of worry. "Can I please come in? Im worried about you".

The soft tone of his voice wrecked your heart. You cursed yourself as you opened the door wide enough for him to step inside. Embarrassing as it was, it was nice to see him.

"Excuse the mess..." you mutter, picking up a few stray clothes that you had lazily thrown near the door. Leon stepped inside, looking around the place that had once been spotless. Dishes piled in the sink, various ramen cups and wrappers strewn about. This definitely wasn't like you. Anxious about his silence, you sat back down on the couch.

"I know I know...its gross. Can I please have my notebook now?"

Leon shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "It's not gross...its just so unlike you. What happened? Are you okay?". He takes your notebook out of his pocket and passes it to you.

You hesitated before answering.

"Life's just hard Leon. You of all people should know this. Can you go now?"

He went silent, reaching up towards your knotted and messy hair. You flinched, not used to being touched in such an intimate way. He rubbed a few strands between his fingers.

"How about this. You let me comb your hair, and I'll leave you alone. Deal?" he said, giving you a small smile. You eyed him suspiciously. Why did he want to help you so bad?

"Deal."

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And thats how you ended up in the bathtub. While showing him where your hair stuff was, he had commented something about all the dandruff that was accumulating on your scalp and how water would help with detangling. You said you didn't have the energy to wash anything, and he'd offered to do it for you.

"You'd better not fucking peek" you had threatened, not really having the energy to fight him on it.

"You have my word. I swear."

He was kneeled beside the bathtub now, running shampoo through your hair while you leaned back. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and with each stroke you felt yourself relaxing. Everytime you winced when he'd detangle a knot, he'd quickly ask if you were ok or if you wanted him to stop.

"Im fine, just hurry up" you said, knowing damn well that you didn't really want him to. It was the first time in weeks that you'd felt the touch of another human being. It was nice. Some time passed before he was finally finished.

"Hey, I think thats all of the tangles. Do you want help getting out?" he asked, handing you a nearby towel. You blushed, and he immediately sensed your discomfort.

"Ah-shit. I didn't mean it like that, I-"

"It's fine" you said, interrupting him. You extended your hand towards him and he helped you out of the tub with a firm grip so you didn't slip. You had to admit it was funny how hard he was trying not to stare at your naked and dripping body. You wrapped yourself in the baby blue towel, shivering slightly cause of the cold bathroom air.

"I'm gonna go to my room and get changed now. Can you wait downstairs please?" you say, voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, leaving the bathroom swiftly. After hearing his footsteps stop at the end of the stairwell, you make your way into your bedroom.

After getting dried off and dressed in your room, you make your way downstairs. You're surprised to see the living area is almost spotless now. Leon is sweeping some dirt in a dustpan and looks up at you.

"Oh hey. I hope you don't mind. I just figured to clean this place a bit before leaving" he says, making his way over to your trashcan. You watch silently as he dumps the dirt into the opening and sets aside the broom.

Why is he so nice? You had been ignoring him this whole time. You don’t deserve this at all. You don’t deserve even a drop of of kindness from anyone.

You feel tears forming in your eyes.

Leon notices your expression and starts making his way towards you. "I-I'm really sorry, I thought this would help yo-". You aren't even listening. You aren't sure why but you feel the desperate need to hug him so tightly and never let go.

So you do. And he gladly hugs you back. You start sobbing into his chest, tears wetting his shirt a bit. This was very unlike you. You were usually more closed off with him.

"Do you want to sit down?" he asks, wiping some of your tears with his thumb. You look up at him and nod. He takes your hand and leads you to the now clutter free couch. Laying on his chest, you start venting about your troubles to him. How you feel like you can't live another day on this shitty planet. How your sadness is consuming you, etc. He listens to all of it, not interrupting, running his fingers through your somewhat wet hair the entire time.

You feel stupid when you finish.

"I can't believe I just told you all of that"

He chuckles, reaching over to grab your hand again. "Its healthy to get that stuff out. You can't keep it inside. I definitely know what that's like" he says. You feel your face get hot, not wanting him to pull his hand away. He's so breathtaking and you feel this tight knot in your stomach every time you look at him.

"I do feel better now. Thank you so much for coming to see me. I would've just rotted in this apartment if you hadn’t come by" you express, giving him a smile. Wasn't far from the truth honestly. You had planned to cease contact with the outside world altogether.

"Don't mention it. Isn't that what friends are for?" he says. You look up at his eyes, unmoving. You both stare at each other for what feels like eternity. You reach up to grab his face, feeling a bit bold all of a sudden.

Something in his expression changes, and he swiftly leans down to give you a small kiss on the lips. You both freeze again, unsure of what the other person wants. But eventually, you both move in towards each other, gentle kisses turning into rougher, more passionate ones.

You both have to eventually stop to get some air, but it's clear Leon doesn't want to. As you catch your breath, Leon gives you gentle kisses on your neck, squeezing your hand with a tight grip.

"Please don't think I came here cause I wanted something from you" he says, face still buried in your neck. "I just needed to see you again. I got so worried when you didn't text back."

"I don't think that Leon, don't worry. I wanted to answer you. I really did. I just...couldn't" you reply, feeling that twinge of sadness in your heart. You should've answered him. Just another thing you get to beat yourself up about later. He lifts his head up, turning your face so you look at him.

"I get it. Just don't do it again. You can't run from your problems, you have people who care about you. You can always always talk to me ok?" he says, eyes glazed as if he's about to cry himself. You nod, and he leans in to give you another kiss. This time however, he stops, a smirk forming on his face.

Confused, you grit your teeth. "Something wrong?"

He shakes his head, smirk getting bigger.

"Of course not, but I was thinking. If your still feeling a bit blue, I know just the thing that'll get you feeling better."

You tilt your head, curious as to what he's up to now. "Oh yeah? What's that?" you ask. He pushes you on your back, positioning himself so he's towering above you, hands on each side of your head. Your breath gets caught in your throat.

"Its a physical activity. But don't worry if your not feeling enough energy to move around still. All you have to do is lie there and take it."

guys pls let me know if you want a part 2 cause im feeling SO fired up now

Thinking about how big Jason is. 6’4 and just made of muscle. Thick thighs and a big chest with strong arms. Large hands that love to grip your thighs, lifting and tossing you with ease. And he knows what he does to you - little smirks and teasing touches give him away. And he is a tease, giving you only a little taste of him before pulling away, cooing at you in that mocking voice, asking if you’re gonna be a good girl and play nice.

#𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒

☰ SYNOPSIS ⋮ it’s not suguru’s fault satoru doesn’t treat you right, and it’s not his fault he can treat you better

— pairing ⋮ geto x reader (x gojo)

— tags ⋮ nsfw 18+, fem! reader, toxic! gojo, gojo x reader in the beginning, college! au, cheating (you on gojo), lovesick geto, toxic relationships, mentions of alcohol and drinking, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, slight exhibitionism (he fucks you against a window), disclaimer this is purely fiction

— word count ⋮ 6.8k

— notes ⋮ ty ris and kitty cat for beta reading and micheth and boy scout and viva my love for looking over bits and helping me as i sobbed dbdhjfggf love you all tons

the party should be boring—it should be a bit of a slow one since it’s date night for you and gojo. geto figures if he’s not going to be occupied by his best friend, then he might as well occupy himself with a stranger for the night. it’s a bit of a routine, really, fishing out girls with eyes as close to yours as he can find, and a smile as sweet as he can get. it’s never enough, but he supposes it’s better than nothing.

he smiles at a few girls, watches the way their eyes brighten and their lashes bat and their smiles are so sincere, and then he can’t help but imagine what your smile would look like if you looked at him like that. 

he’s broken from his thoughts when he sees a pair of very familiar eyes—ones that are all too close to yours, and then he furrows his brows. it can’t be you—can it? you’re not supposed to be here, you’re supposed to be enjoying the night with his best friend (although, the thought does make his blood boil, so he can’t really say he’s complaining if you’re not.)

but he’s not mistaken, and there you are, walking in clung to gojo’s arm and pressed into his side (as always) as he saunters up to geto, and there’s a slight glumness on your face that geto can’t help but notice. he offers you a gentle smile, one you just barely reciprocate, one that even as fleeting and half-hearted as it is, makes his heart pound in his chest. he lets gojo clap his shoulder in greeting as he offers a nod in response, eyes still trained on you as you stare down at your feet. 

you look perfect. 

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prompt: post-apocalypse ghost/reader fic where ghost and the rest of his team come across the feral, blood-soaked reader who stabs first and asks questions later. (on ao3 here)

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The world ends on a Monday.

Abysmal timing; they’re on leave by chance, the whole lot of them. Soap and Gaz are playing cards in the barracks when they get the call. Price is still in his office when a phone in the corner of the room that never rings suddenly does (he stares at it for a time before picking it up). Ghost is someplace, no one knows for sure; what they do know is that when he does finally answer their calls, he’s out of breath and there’s a thread of panic in his voice that makes the blood in Soap’s veins run cold. 

He’s never heard him sound like that. He never will again.

The virus rages across the country, hopping borders like they melt away into the ether. Country after country toppelling to this unnamed virus that demolishes society so completely that there was never a chance for the military to contain it. That chance evaporates before even the faintest spark of hope is lit. 

Soap is used to killing, but what he never gets used to is the sight of those things that take human shape. Calling them zombies is easy at first, but even that name comes with a sense of distance; it evokes things seen in films and tv shows, not the real flesh-and-blood of it all, not sitting in a caravan speeding down the motorway with bodies torn apart and scattered across the road. He learns to bite his teeth and hold his bile down at the sight of one of those creatures hunched over the masticated remains of a person. 

Then suddenly it’s seven months later. The core unit of them make their way across the continent, taking back roads where they’re less likely to encounter the hoards of infected. They’ve had too many close calls for them to take chances anymore—even armed to the gills and strapped in body armor (the remnants of the military efforts that collapsed within days), Gaz’s shoulder pad has crumpled beneath too sharp teeth and Roach has had his legs swept out from under him, his throat nearly exposed, nearly torn open.

Ghost’s hands are still wet with gore from taking that infected apart. If any of them make it, it will likely be him.

A part of Soap worries about Ghost. Even he feels the tender edges of his own humanity bristle at the day-in and day-out struggle that is now a luxury rather than a hardship. Just being able to survive is a miracle. Ghost just goes dark. From the little Soap knows of Ghost (which is still more than most; he’s confident enough to say that of their group, he’s the one that Ghost shows himself to the most), he knows that Ghost has already endured enough suffering for an army. Never mind a single man. 

There’s a flatness behind his eyes these days and it scares Soap, just a bit. He no longer looks like a person behind a mask but rather the sun-baked skull itself. 

His worry only fades when they come across the girl.

She’s a feral little thing, half-starved and out of her mind. They see her slip in and out of abandoned houses when they make their way through a small village in the French countryside (or what Soap thinks is France), hair matted with sweat and blood. 

It’s Ghost that pauses, Ghost that makes them stop and detours long enough to creep up on her, holding a big hand to her mouth when she howls and tries to tear his whole arm off. It takes over an hour to calm her down long enough to reassure her that they mean her no harm. She tries to take off no less than six times.

Soap has never seen Ghost look smitten, but there’s no other word for it. 

When Price tentatively suggests leaving the girl behind—not a terrible suggestion after she tries to stab Ghost—the look Ghost levels him with brooks no further arguments. They’re keeping the girl. 

She’s his problem, as far as Soap and the rest of them are concerned. No name, unless it’s Soap yelling “Girl” or “Hey, you!” when she does something stupid like actively seeking out infected to kill. Ghost chuckles all deep baritone when he sees her hack away at an infected man’s neck. It’s enough to make a man hurl. Love in a time of zombies. 

He hears them murmuring to each other sometimes, late at night when the team is holed up in a house or a barn they’ve commandeered. Doors always reinforced, someone standing guard on the roof. The low rasp of Ghost’s voice, almost susurrous, almost intimate. Her voice like a chittering wolf. 

Hovering between sleep and wakefulness, Soap doesn’t look away from the wall in front of him. He knows if he does, if he turns over from where he’s supposed to be sleeping, he’ll see Ghost hovering over the girl roughly half his size, her face blocked only by the way his arms frame either side of her head. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to stomach the sight of his friend’s hips bucking into the girl.

He hears him mutter something like, “You needed to be found. I needed to find you.” and then it’s enough. He lets his brain shut off. 

If it keeps Ghost sane and with them, so be it. 

‘ CAN’T TAKE IT! — multi jjk men.

☰ ft : getō, gojo, toji, nanami, choso x f! reader

+ synopsis how they react to you “running” from them when it becomes too much to handle. | est. 0.9k+ wc.

cw/tw : pwp + separate smut, twitter p*rn, cervix fucking, belly bulging, overstimulation, size difference, dacryphilia, degrading (w/ gojo), spanking (w/ getō + toji), hair pulling (w/ toji), choking (w/ choso), big men with big cocks.

☰ SUGURU GETŌ ,

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— getō is so mean and cocky about it :( he knows he has a fat cock and he knows how his cock is too big for your little cunt to handle all in one go, so he enjoys bullying your poor little pussy with a smirk till your begging for him to slow down..

a stinging swat cracks down onto your aching ass that already welts with large and cruel handprints, “what did i tell you about doing that?” getō grunts, clipping his hands around your sides to reel you back against him, again, in just the span of five minutes, “hm? use your words baby.” he sneers, forcing your hips against his till the hard flushed crown of his cock kisses your soft spot, kissing your sensitive cervix.

“you.. you said to s-stop runnin’ from you.” you hiccup. “then why do you keep doin’ that, huh?” getō knows exactly why, knowing how his cock ravages your poor and abused insides at each long, deep, and languid stroke he plunges with, but he just wants to hear it babble out from your mouth for his own pleasure.

“because! y’know you're too big to be going that fast!” you whine out, chest heaving and heart thumping against your ribs at the hefty feel of his heavy cock jerking and throbbing deep inside of you.

“you're really whiney tonight, y’know..” you feel getō’s hand soothe down your soft mound of flesh, wisping gentle fingers against that sensitive skin that quivers, “‘n y’know how i feel about that mouth of yours babbling out excuses rather than just listening.” he smirks.

another mean strike connects roughly against your skin, feeling it begin to itch at the stinging contact as getō pulls his hips back in sync, ready to clash with yours, and with a smirk resting at his lips, already hearing you draw out a whine for mercy..

☰ SATORU GOJO ,

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— gojo’s ego could only shoot up so high when you're clinging at the sheets for your dear life for the way he bullies your little pussy. he can't help it either :| he can't help but watch you tremble beneath him with wary eyes as a plea to slow down, only to be met with cruel whispers and chuckles at your weakness..

“better take this cock like a good little slut,” just the second of trying to pop off his cock and hands flinging back to nudge at his abdomen, gojo’s larger hands are already swatting yours away and raking down your sides to reel you back in, “i said to take it, not run from it.” he jeers.

and gojo’s thrusts only get cruel at each plea you let out; each rough buck of his hips clashing with yours shooting you into a deeper reverie, falling almost entirely limp at the way he uses your sopping little pussy, using you till your shaking in his hands like a ragdoll. he can't help it either, adoring the way you stuff your weeping face into the fluff pillows, little hands clinging to the sheets as a safe haven, and feet softly trying to kick away the pain of delicious and debleating pleasure.

“begging for this cock all day like a little fuckin’ whore.” the way his cock jabs up and against your tummy sports a pretty bulge of his thick print pistoning in and out of you at each long stroke he sharply plunges in with.

“now your tryna run from it,” he tch’s, almost laughing at the way you shiver and squirm below him, almost wanting to mock the way you cry out how it's too much, but only a silent editorial falls through, “such a whore, can't even take cock, pathetic..”

☰ TOJI FUSHIGURO ,

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— toji is a big ol’ bully :( he fucks his fat cock so deep into your abused little cunt till you start to cry, till little tears cling at your lashes just for him to only mock you. mimic your words like a mean ol’ bully would :( he’ll even watch you hiccup till you settle down with a stern, annoyed look on his face just for him to do it all again..

“the fuck you runnin’ for? huh?” a guttural growl scratches at toji’s throat raw, annoyed, again, that you keep whining and thrusting upwards and away from his cock that buries deep into your little cunt.

“get your ass back here.” with his draw of words, a sharp prick lands against the curve of your ass, and it's cruel, feeling his callused fingers drag along your skin till it raked with his print, even feeling the cold wedding band around his finger drag against you.

“‘s too much t-toji—!” your agonized plea that falters into the many pillows your face is flushed into gets strained from your throat, ripping a cry to fumble through when his hand clipped through your hair, pulling from the thick roots.

“aww, what's that? you said ‘s too much?” he mocks, almost chuckling at the way you nod in mercy.

“too bad. you're a big girl so take this fuckin’ cock like one.” the sharp buck of his strong hips clashing against yours forces your body to jolt upward at the rough contact, almost knocking the air out your heaving lungs, feeling how his heavy cock stuffs your gummy walls to the hilt, how you can feel it bulge against your insides, feeling the fat crown of his cock kissing your cervix when he picks back up his mean rhythm..

☰ KENTO NANAMI ,

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— nanami is so gentle and patient with you, even when he grunts a little for having to pull you back against him.. but that doesn't stop him from soothing you, rubbing your tummy that bulges with the thick print of his cock, soothing your flushed face that pearls with beads of sweat and salty tears, and making you cry because it gets too much to handle for your little cunt to take :(

“it's alright sweetheart, you can take it,” nanami seats you back onto him, grasping a vice around the dip of your hips to hold you down, “take your time, you can do it.” he feels you shaking above him, legs trembling and back curling forward in defeat.

“kento i cant— it's too much, i can't..” you whimper, clammy hands clinging to his broad shoulders as a safe haven, and the teary look you give him in failure makes him sigh heavily.

“yes you can,” your eyes lighten, batting up to his in plea as he sits there, cock throbbing deep in your gummy walls, “don't look at me like that and get to it.” he's not asking anymore, hearing the way his demand rolled off his tongue like a sharp blade scratching at your ears.

“but—”

“no. you take it or do i need to do all the work?” nanami’s grip around you tightens, almost pricking his clipped nails into your fevered skin. you quickly swallow down your pitty, knowing, either way, you weren't going to get your way. and knowing you can't take his cock when you're riding him like this, but you can take your time, unlike when he's in control.. and he knows that too.

so, you press your shaky legs upwards and plop back down against him, filling yourself up with the fat of his cock..

☰ CHOSO!

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— his grip gets cruel :( his big callused hands clip around your sides and throat so roughly and firm you can't move, not even a nudge, but only bounce along with the hard thrusts of his hips clashing with yours :( choso just wants you to be a big girl for him..

“move again,” choso was quick to wrap his long, slender fingers around your throat that bobs in sync with your hiccups, “‘n watch what happens.” his threat is cruel to your ears, making your heart swell in defeat, and forcing yourself to settle below him, to open your shaky legs back up and swallow down your hiccups.

he waits and watches you with hooded eyes, they're murky, clouded, and filled with ecstasy but drilled with annoyance from your stubbornness, “you done?” he asks, almost as if he's playing a cruel game with you because his mean grip around your throat only tightens at his question.

hardly the smallest of squeaks falter from between your lips as you try to answer, but the crush to your windpipe is forcing otherwise, almost as if he's tired of hearing you whine..

you nod your head in response.

“good girl.” choso draws his hips back, angling himself just right to pump up his thick cock back into you, to fill you back up and watch you squirm at the debleating pleasure rising at your tummy. and as soon as he picks back up his rhythm, your shaky hands are already trying to push him away, pressing the tips of your fingers against his abdomen, feeling the tense muscles flex beneath the pads of your fingers.

“knock it off,” his free hand swats yours away, “just a little longer, okay? you think you can do that?” he knows he's lying, feeling the need to go all night..

oh god i love nasty old men so much thank you for this

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PAIRING: Fushiguro Toji x Reader x Kong Shiu WC: ~2.6k GENRE: Smut 𖤐 CW: free use, oral m!receiving, head pushing, slight exhibitionism, cum play?, reader called princess/baby/sweetheart, guys i'm feral i don't know i can't even think rn…

𖤓 𝕂𝕀ℕ𝕂𝕋𝕆𝔹𝔼ℝ 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟛

You’ve not got any silly ideas about the nature of your relationship with Toji. He’s not ever left you with room for them, if you’re honest. And… in the spirit of being honest… it isn’t like you care at all. It’s all fun, all invited, and you never had any complaints. Well… almost never had any complaints.

You had been doing work when they came home, high off their latest score. Shiu had greeted you first, his hands on your hips as he leaned over you from behind, humming in approval at the almost finished dinner on the stove. You greeted him with a soft hum back, hands instinctively reaching for the lighter so you could light the end of the cigarette that dangled loosely from his lips.

You barely had the chance to turn off the stove when he was dragging you away from the stove without warning.

It was then that you finally got a good look at him. You hadn’t before noticed the cell phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear, but by the smirk on his face, the conversation was going well. One of his hands easily found your hair, tugging gently as a signal for you to drop to your knees. You obeyed like second nature, bare knees hitting against the cold tile and sending a shock up your body.

“Go on,” his lips formed the silent shapes of the words around his cigarette as he released his hold on you. He watched as your hands fumbled for the belt on his slacks, your fingers working quickly to undo the buckle and drag down his zipper. You were more eager than he was to please him, your hands worked on pulling his cock out and into your view quickly, your mouth already salivating at the prospect of tasting him.

You could feel eyes on you from behind and a quick glance proved your suspicions to be correct, Toji was watching from across the room where he leaned against the counter. A short hand movement from him encouraged you to keep going for his friend. You obeyed. You didn’t give yourself much time to admire Shiu’s cock in your hand, the feeling of it hardening just at your touch made you all too giddy to lean forward and suck the tip into your mouth. You were graced with the sound of Shiu harshly inhaling before he replied to the unknown voice on the phone.

“50 percent.” Toji’s voice came from behind you and you were sure that you could feel Shiu’s laugh vibrate all the way down to his cock where you were currently using your tongue to lick at every bit of skin you could, saliva dripping from your mouth to his cock, your hand catching it before it could drip off so you could spread it around more.

Satisfied with your coverage, you wasted no time wrapping your lips around his cock again and sucking it into your throat. You made it about halfway before you gagged, only to be shushed by the man above you. “No.” Shiu replied to Toji shortly, paying you no mind as you began to lift your head off of him only to bring it back down.

You looked up then, keen on taking in Shiu’s unheard reactions, like the way his teeth tightened around the cigarette when you flicked your tongue over the sensitive spot right below the head of his cock. His hands were preoccupied now, flicking through a stack of cash as he half-listened to the conversation. You nearly whined about how he paid more attention to the money than to you.

“You’re right.” Toji replied again, unconcerned with the way his girlfriend was currently drooling over his friend’s cock… literally. “I did the heavy lifting. I should get more.”

“Fat chance-oh fuck.” You ignored your gag reflex, pulling Shiu’s cock further into your throat despite the way your throat flexed around him, begging to be relieved. You didn’t care, the involuntary noise pulled from the man above you when your nose brushed against his hair was reward enough for you. “No not you, keep talking, I’m listening.” Shiu grumbled into the phone, giving you a pointed look as one of his hands came down to your hair, ignoring the money. “None of your business what I’m doing, keep talking or I hang up.”

Your squeak was muffled when he took up your hair again, dragging you back from him only to pull you back forward, just as deep. You understood the silent instruction and tried your best to follow the speed and depth he’d wanted, your eyes watering and jaw aching as you did. He was so hard in your mouth and you were rewarded with a small twitch from his cock and leaking precum on your tongue every time that you flicked over his head when you were pulling back.

His conversation with the man went in one ear and out the other for you as you tried to zone in on when he accidentally let gasps or groans through and the way his hand would tighten in your hair. Your eyes were focused on his face, gauging his silent reactions until you went to pull back and his hand on the back of your head stopped you.

Your eyes widened and your gaze adjusted to the line along his hips, how close it came as he pushed your head down. The wet sound of repeated gagging echoed around the kitchen and you struggled against his hold, lungs burning. He didn’t seem to care at all, smirking a little bit at the sound. “Don’t worry about the sound, it’s nothing to be concerned with.” You were sure that the man on the other end-if he had any fraction of intelligence-knew what was going on.

Your hands, which had been on his thighs, suddenly dropped to catch yourself when your legs were dragged from under you. Your palms hit the floor with a resounding slap and your knees scraped across the grout on the floor. Toji’s hands had wrapped around the meat of your calves, fixing your posture until your ass was presented in the air for him. You struggled to whine around Shiu as Toji’s hands ungracefully pushed your dress over your ass, giving him a decent view of what he’d claimed as his own.

Fingers digging into the inside of your thighs pried your shaky legs apart. The blast of cold air against your core made you realize just how wet you were just from the way Shiu used your mouth. Toji chuckled and you felt another blast of air, you realized he was blowing against your cunt just to watch you twitch. Your eyes had begun to flutter, edges of your vision darkening.

“Wait your turn.” Shiu grumbled, moving his mouth away from the phone slightly as he chastised the man behind you.

Toji scoffed and you felt his hands gripping your hips as he lined up behind you, his pants already pushed down enough to have his cock out and ready. “My girlfriend.” Your eyes rolled back into your head as he sunk into you with one movement, forcing the stretch in your body that had your head spin. “Don’t need anyone’s permission to use her cunt whenever I want.” He adjusted your body slightly, smirking when your hands nearly slipped out from under you with how you tried to pull back from Shiu to breath better. “Ain’t that right baby?” You struggled to agree, gargled noises coming from around Shiu’s cock.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Shiu chuckled, shoving your head back down. “Here, they wanna talk to you.” Shiu held out the phone, holding it above your body for Toji to take.

You felt Toji’s right hand move to your left hip, crossing over your body. You swallowed hard around the bulge in your throat when Toji used the one handed grip to hold you in place when he pulled back and rammed back into you. He snatched the phone and tucked it under his ear. “What do you want?”

Shiu pulled you off his cock for a moment, keen on hearing your short and high-pitched gasps as Toji’s cock found its pace forcing itself into your cunt over and over. “Take a deep breath now,” Shiu instructed, hand tangled up in your hair as he forced you to look up at him, taking in your watery eyes and the way spit seemed to drip from your tongue and lips. “Don’t swallow.”

You barely processed what he’d said when his cock was back between your lips. His hands were on both sides of your head now, hands partially covering your ears so you couldn’t hear the conversation Toji was having behind you. Not that you would have been able to pay attention. Shiu’s hands held your head in place, his hips fucking into your face as you gagged, throat squeezing and trying to close up on him. He paid no mind to that, quickness picking up until he stilled suddenly. You hardly managed to feel his cock twitch, buried so deeply in your throat.

The first rope of his cum slid down your throat and his words made sense. Don’t swallow. You felt him pull back and the second rope hit the back of your tongue. He smirked as he watched you trying to breathe, now with your throat freed up, without swallowing the load he was releasing into your mouth. “There you go.” He pulled out then, watching bits of his cum dribble out the corners of your mouth.

He let go of you completely then, tilting his head in satisfaction when your shaky arms barely held you up. Your lips were trembling, trying to stay pressed together, trying to focus on not wasting the cum in your mouth. You felt Toji again then, his left hand resting on your right him and whimpered slightly, knowing what was coming.

“Finally done.” He groaned in annoyance. “Not you idiot.” He grumbled back into the phone. His crossed arm handle on your hips gave him an iron hold and he used it. He was quick to push at your hips and fuck you back onto his cock, speed and intensity increasing quickly. Your shaky arms gave out quickly, your face now pressed to the cold tile, your knees scraping back and forth across the grout of the floor.

You whimpered and whined, your lips parting for a moment as you tried to catch your breath, Toji fucking himself into your womb-fucking you into the floor. His hands were the only thing keeping your hips in the air. You didn’t even notice the globs of Shiu’s cum leaking onto the floor until his hand was back in your hair, dragging your head just off the floor so you could see where he was crouched in front of you.

“Open. Lemme see.” He commanded, and it was easy to obey. Gargled moans and whines leaving your now parted lips. His fingers easily opened your mouth more, coaxing your tongue to hang out. He chuckled as his fingers collected his own cum from your mouth as it fell from your tongue before he pushed it back in, hearing you gag around his fingers as he pushed his cum to the entrance of your throat.

“Oh fuck yeah, squeeze again like that baby.” Toji groaned from behind you when he felt your cunt suck him back in, begging for him to make you cum. You could feel it, right about to tip over you just needed- “What am I doing right now?” Toji asked and you realized he was still on the phone. “Sinking my cock into my baby as a reward to myself for a job well done.” Your cheeks would have burned with embarrassment if you were more coherent, but the moans leaving your mouth had pitched up now, unable to even form words to beg for what you wanted.

“Hey, you’re being wasteful.” Shiu clicked his tongue at you in disappointment and brought your mouth down to where the puddle of his cum lay on the tile. “Clean it, sweetheart.” You obeyed blindly, tongue lapping against the tile, trying to bring it into your mouth, though you were sure you were just making a bigger mess. “Just like that, want a reward?” You whimpered in response, of course you did. You were so so so close if only just-

“Why the fuck would I stop to talk to you?” Toji huffed and one of his hands left your hip. “You hear this shit?” Neither of the men talked and you were vaguely aware that Toji had brought the phone away from his ear, situating it next where his cock was sliding in and out of you. “Listen to how pretty my baby’s tight little cunt sounds.” The slick sounds of him fucking you echoed around the room. You were- “Wanna hear something prettier?” Shiu’s fingers were pressing into your clit now and you barely noticed that the scream echoing around the kitchen came from you as your body hurled over the edge.

Neither of the men let up their abuse on you as your body shook and stuttered. Stars filled your vision as sensitivity clouded your senses. You were vaguely aware of the extra wetness now covering your thighs as Toji groaned in satisfaction.

“You hear that? She only sounds that pretty when I do a good job.” He chuckled. “And I always do a good job.” Your hands tried to find a grip on something, but the tile gave you nothing and you were stuck with your body sliding across the tile as Toji continued fucking into you. Both his hands were back on you now, the phone clattering to the ground beside you as he went impossibly faster. “C’mon princess, you can take more right? Shiu just got us a new job. He wants to feel your tight little cunt squeeze his cock too.”

You whimpered and you could feel your cunt squeeze at just the thought of Shiu fucking you next while your boyfriend buried himself in your throat. You hadn’t noticed that Shiu’s fingers had left your clit until they were back at your mouth, placing what felt like paper between your teeth and closing your jaw around it.

“Don’t lose that sweetheart. 10% for you. For giving Toji something to wanna come home to.” You realized the paper was cash. Cash from their job. Cash that was currently being soaked with your own saliva and Shiu’s cum leaking from your mouth.

“And you won’t give me fifty!?” Toji scoffed and his hips beat into your harder, you whined and your head rolled against the tile again.

“Her cut comes out of yours.” Shiu chuckled, grabbing another cigarette and lighting it, hand beginning to tug at his cock again, brain already conjuring the image of how pretty your face would look covered in his cum too. In your hair. Drips of it coming from your lashes and the money in your mouth.

“Hear that?” Toji scoffed, knowing you probably didn’t. “Guess I gotta make you work for your cut now.” And if your brain were working then, you would have known that you wouldn’t be getting off that tile anytime soon, but you were too busy focusing on how Toji’s cock bullied its way what felt like deeper and deeper into you every second, chasing you towards another orgasm.

a/n: thinking about that one art..... toji...shiu... one chance please... i can be good... i can take it

literally foaming at the mouth

Throat training with Gojo Satoru

Contains: fem reader, established relationship, finger sucking, lots of cum/spit talk, cum eating, throat fucking, oral (m!r), leg humping, so much dirty talk, Gojo talks you through it, multiple orgasms

MDNI

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"Alright, pretty girl." Gojo's voice echoed into your ears, his hand caressing the side of your cheek. "You gotta tap my thigh twice if it's too much, kay?" He instructed, resulting in a nod from you, your head nuzzling into his warm hand. "Good girl, such a good girl doin' this all for me." Satoru praised, his other hand coming down to cradle your head as he pet your face like a cat, making you feel so attended to.

Gojo sat on the couch, his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward to pamper you. Your knees were resting on the floor underneath him, sitting between his spread thighs, your hands absentmindedly reaching into his sweats and boxers to try and pull out his cock. "Anything for you Toru, wanna make you feel good." You said, your eyes keeping contact with his intimidating ones, his smile growing at your words.

"You always make me feel good pretty, dont need you to hurt your throat to get me off y'know." He giggled as he kept his hands on your face while leaning back a bit, raising his hips off the couch so you could pull his sweats and boxers down, his heavy cock springing out of the confines of the fabric and slapping his abdomen.

"I know, but I wanna be able to take you without gagging." You said, pouting at him embarrassed. Gojo released your face from his hands, opting to interlace his fingers with yours as it rested on his thigh, your other hand other grabbing ahold of the base of his cock and stroking it slowly. "It's gonna take some getting used to." He giggled, "You might not get it at first because I'm just soooooo big, but don't let that turn you off~" the cocky white-haired man teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"It's not gonna be your dick that turns me off…" you whispered under your breath, scoffing at his confident tone. You couldn't say much else though, he was right, his cock was huge and you were never able to take it without gagging and having to pause every couple of seconds. This time though, you were determined, you would take things slow and let Gojo work open your throat for him, you would become his perfect cocksleeve.

Gojo leaned forward again, and with two fingers he pinched your chin, his eyes zeroing in on your plush lips. "Hmm?" Gojo mused, scrunching his eyebrows at you like he didn't hear what your retort. His thumb ran over the bottom of your lip, the feeling instantly making any smart remarks you had in your brain fall out the side of your ear, your brain melting with the small touch of his thumb.

Gojo's jaw dropped in a small o as he watched yours do the same, making way for his thumb. "Atta girl.." Gojo mumbled, smiling when your lips wrapped around his thumb instinctually and began sucking, the warm appendage rolling around his digit.

His cock twitched in your hand, which weakly and in no particular rhythm kept stroking his cock, slowly smearing the wetness from his pre-cum over the length of his cock. Gojo tipped his head back, his jaw opening more as he pressed his thumb as far as it could go into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue when he hit the back of your throat.

He felt you moan around his fingers, your face briefly scrunching in uncomfortability when his finger started to make you feel like you were going to gag if he moved it. "Look at me, pretty girl." He instructed, immediately your eyes were on his, your breathing slowly picking up as he thrust his thumb back and forth, getting you used to feeling something in your mouth.

"Breath through your nose, keep your throat open for me." He instructed, nodding at his own words. You nodded around him, taking deep breaths in through your nose when his thumb trusted towards the back of your throat, making his thumb so deep in your mouth feel more manageable. "It's easier already right?" Gojo giggled, his cock throbbing as he watched you gain more confidence, your head bobbing forward to meet his thrusts.

You kept your eyes on him, moaning around his finger when you saw the proud look in his eyes. He smiled before slowing his thrusts, waiting for you to finish your sucking before he stuck his tongue out slightly, silently telling you to do the same. You did as you saw,you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, releasing his thumb.

Gojo admired the sheen of your saliva covering his finger before he pressed his middle and ring fingers together and slapped them teasingly against your tongue as he did with his cock, creating lewd 'plp' noises to emanate into the room. You whined while he played with your tongue, his fingers pressing down on it and rubbing near the tip of your tongue before he broke the silence.

"Think you wanna try something a little longer?" He asked, referring to the two digits he currently had pressed agaisnt your tongue. You nodded, feeling the saliva pool in your mouth as you waited for him to sink them deeper into your mouth--giving you the go-ahead to start sucking on them how you wanted to.

Now that you weren't so preoccupied with something in your mouth, you took the opportunity to use that spare brainpower to stroke Gojo's cock more coherently, speeding up your thrusts and jerking him off more steadily. "Fuck.." He groaned, pressing his fingers into your throat, his eyes fluttering at the stimulation your hand brought him.

"You'll get that soon, promise sweet thing. Start with my fingers first.. don't forget to breathe." He said with a smile. Your nails dug into his thigh when he slid his fingers to the back of your throat, your lips wrapping around them as you welcome the feeling of him poking and prodding inside your mouth, further readying you for his cock.

Gojo shook his head in disbelief at how eager you were as he picked up the thrusting of his fingers, keeping his movements shallow at first, not wanting to push you too far too fast. He took a sharp inhale through his teeth, his eyes darting down to watch you stroke his cock, a thick bead of precum pearling out from his tip and sliding down the length of his cock, immediately getting swiped up by your fingers.

"Oooh fuck you're doing so good baby~ Almost feels like you're sucking my cock for real." Satoru giggled, watching you work on him with a slacked jaw, feeling his face heat up at all of the attention you were giving him. He could tell you were focusing hard, you really wanted to impress him and so far you were doing an amazing job.

You moaned around his fingers, wrapping your tongue around them the same way you did to his dick as you bobbed your head to meet him, trying to get him to give you the rest of his fingers, as he was still holding back, keeping a couple of inches out of your mouth.

"You want more, huh? You wanna feel me in your throat 's that it? 's that why you're being so needy?" Gojo asked, tilting his head at you. You pressed your thighs together at his words, feeling the knot in your belly tie itself tighter from his teasing. You nodded, trying to speak out a 'yes, please' around his fingers, which he heard loud and clear.

"Then who am I to deny my baby?" Gojo said with a smile, pressing his fingers to the hilt inside your mouth. The digits pressed down on your tongue, trying to stay away from your uvula. He knew this would be unavoidable when he finally fed you his cock, but it was the least he could do to keep you comfortable right now.

He kept his fingers still in your throat, watching your eyes scrunch shut at the feeling of him, trying to breathe deeply through your nose to keep your gag reflex at bay--which proved to be working. "Good girl, keep breathing for me," Gojo instructed, his other hand wrapping around yours on his cock, aiding you in stroking him.

It really did feel like his dick was in your throat, the feeling sending shivers down his spine. He finally pulled back his fingers from your throat before he set a faster pace, fucking the entirety of his digits into your mouth, still trying to be mindful to not batter the back of your throat too much. "Takin' them so well, so fucking well." He praised, making you whine around them.

Tears had started to form in your eyes, threatening to spill the more his fingers hit the back of your throat, "Keep lickin' around them f'me, feels so good when you do that." He moaned, feeling his orgasm already start to approach from the show you were putting on combined with the way he was jerking himself off using your hand.

He picked up on how you were squirming underneath him, your thighs rubbing against one another as you sat on your heel, trying to relieve yourself in some way. "Oh fuck baby, you feelin' neglected down there? Hmm?" He asked, watching you rock back and forth on your heel. You nodded, continuing to roll your tongue over his fingers like he told you to.

"Shit, sorry pretty girl, didn't know this would turn you on so much." Gojo cooed. "Spread your legs f', me, let me help out my pretty girlfriend." You did as you were told, getting off of your heel you sat fully back on your knees, spreading them apart as you closed your eyes and bobbed on his fingers, trying to keep up the pace of your hand on his cock as he jerked himself off.

Gojo slid one of his legs between yours, his clothed foot placing itself between your legs, his shin pressing against your clit and giving you the relief you needed. You moaned loudly when you felt his touch, your hand abandoning the hold on his knee to wrap around his leg, pulling him firmly against you as you humped against his leg for relief like some dog.

"Oh fuck, you like that? 's that feel good?" Gojo cooed, biting his lip as he watched you get off on his shin. You nodded, his fingers being jolted around in your mouth when you did so, making you gag slightly as they hit the top of your mouth. The tears that had welled up in your eyes finally spilled over your red cheeks, dripping off the side of your face. "Careful baby, don't h-hurt yourself." Gojo cooed, feeling his cock throb at the sight of you crying on his dick.

"Shit.. this is so fucking hot." He said out loud to himself, matching the pace of his hand on himself with his fingers in your throat. His movements over his dick began getting sloppy as he approached his orgasm, his abs clenching in tandem. He quickly released your hand that was helping him jerk himself off, "Move your hand for me baby, I- I'm gonna cum soon." He instructed.

You jerked your hand back quickly, joining it with your other as you wrapped it around his shin, humping his leg faster now that you had better leverage. A wet patch was starting to form on his grey sweats from how much you were leaking through your panties, but you couldn't find it in yourself to be embarrassed when it felt as good as it did.

Gojo jerked himself off with vigor, his jaw slack and his pretty cerulean eyes rolling back in his head as he got closer and closer, his fingers in your mouth becoming sloppy as he slowly lost control of his body.

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth suddenly, using the same hand he grabbed your jaw, tipping your head up at him. "Oh fuck, you're so fucking pretty baby, so pretty." Gojo groaned, admiring your pretty face as he worked himself up to his high. You giggled as you looked up at him with a smile on your face, your tongue sticking out for him as you waited for him to cum--you already knew what he wnated. Cumming on your face was Gojo's favorite thing in the world.

Gojo made sure his feet were firmly on the ground before he stood on shaky legs, jerking his cock off right over your mouth. His shin pressed harder against your clit from the new angle, making your eyes roll back in your head. "Keep using my leg pretty girl, get yourself off on me." He moaned, rubbing the tip of his leaky cock against your tongue while he jerked the rest of his length off.

"It's coming baby- fuck it's coming- gonna give you my cock after this kay? So make sure you s-swallow everything." He moaned--little did you know you wouldn't really have a choice. Gojo's head tipped back as his hand stilled over himself, his jaw going slack as his orgasm crashed over him.

You felt the first rope of his hot cum shoot into the back of your mouth, the spurts of his thick cum releasing one after another into your mouth. He moaned shamelessly as his body shook and jerked with his high, his legs shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. You moaned with him, Gojo was so sexy when he came, it made the fire in your stomach grow hotter, your clit throbbing at the sight.

Before you could even close your lips to swallow what he gave you, his cock was pressing into your mouth, making your eyes shoot open in alarm. You knew he said he was going to give you his cock after he came, but so soon? He wasn't even finished cumming and he was already feeding his cock into your mouth.

Gojo's refractory period for how quickly he could bounce back after he came was impressive, it must have something to do with his reverse cursed technique. He could cum over and over again without having to take a break, it was actually scary. He usually only stopped when he was shooting blanks, never from his own exhaustion.

"Fuck- take it, baby, take my cock.." He grits through his teeth, forcing the cum he just released inside your mouth, down your throat with his massive girth. Your fingers dug into his calf, the tears streaming down your face more frequently as he thrust his hips to the hilt inside your mouth. "You wanted this, so fucking breathe, breathe baby." He groaned, his chin dropping down to watch you struggle around his cock.

Both of his hands came down to cradle the side of your head as he looked at you fondly. The sides of your lips were leaking his seed, your eyes were swollen and red from your crying, your mouth was squished and stretched agaisnt his pelvis, your hair was all messed up, and he thought you were the prettiest little thing he'd ever seen.

"You feel me in there?" He asked, his still hard cock snugly in your throat. You whined around him, trying to breathe slowly and steadily through the adrenaline coursing through your veins from the unexpected action. "You feel me in your throat?" Gojo teased, pressing his hips against your face harder, making his cock go deeper if that was even possible.

"You're not even gagging baby, look how good you're taking it." He added, encouraging you. You felt a wave of pleasure rush over you from his words, combined with how proud he looked. Nothing got you off more than when Gojo was proud of you. You whimpered against him, the sound sending vibrations through his cock, making him inhale sharply through his teeth.

"You ready to get facefucked, huh? You gonna take my cock like a perfect little cocksleve? Gonna Swallow my fucking load again?" Gojo groaned, his arousal being extremely evident in his words. You did your best to nod around him, his cock cutting off your airflow when you nodded. He smiled, his thumbs wiping away your tears before he covered the entire sides of your head and pulled his hips back, thrusting them against your face.

"Fuck- oh fuck this feels so much better than when you sucked on my fingers." He groaned, pulling your head toward him to meet his thrusts halfway, your nose being smooshed against the trimmed white hairs on his pelvis each time he bullied his dick into your mouth.

Your eyes were scrunched tightly together, new tears slipped out of the cracks to slide down your cheeks as he used your mouth to get him off. You were somehow still able to grind your cunt on his shin, your thighs starting to burn from the angle at which you were getting yourself off.

Gojo's cock was so deep inside your throat that you didnt even know it was possible to take him like this, you had no idea how you weren't a choking and coughing mess. All that prep and Gojo's advice was really paying off. Of course, you gagged and choked every so often, but it was nowhere near how often you used to do so before.

You winces and whined when he fucked his hips a little too hard against you, his pelvis hitting your nose a little too hard, making your teeth scrape against his cock lightly when you pulled back a little. Nothing that hurt him, just something he noticed. "Fuck-" Gojo giggled through a groan, "Sorry baby, went too hard just then." He apologized, caressing your wet cheek as an apology, his hips not letting up in the slightest.

He saw your lips curl up around him as you tried to smile, your efforts not going far with his cock in your mouth. "I love you so much baby, you're doing so good for me, so so good." He praised, making your face heat up more. Your eyes rolled back when you found a particularly good angle to get yourself off on against his shin, his muscle pushing right where you needed him most.

He felt your moaning pick up around him, the vibrations coming more frequently as you got closer and closer to cumming. "You about to cum pretty girl?" Gojo asked, already knowing. You nodded around him, your eyes fluttering as you did your best to look at him. Drool spilled out sloppily around your lips, dripping down between the two of you, creating quite a mess.

The squelching from your mouth only aided in the arousal you felt, your orgasm creeping faster and faster up on you. "Yeahhh, cum on my leg baby, cum all over my fucking leg," Gojo begged, stilling his cock inside your throat so you could focus on getting off. The lack of oxygen from him being so deep in you was making you dizzy. You couldn't differentiate whether the little black dots that clouded your vision were from your orgasm or the asphyxiation.

You rode your orgasm out on his thigh, your moans going straight to Gojo's balls. Your body jerked and spasmed on his thigh, barely registering his words talking you through it as your orgasm clouded your senses. "Atta girl, fuck, I can feel it, can feel ur cunt twitching.. that's so hot," Satoru whined, watching you come undone from just a little humping.

When your eyes fell back into their rightful place in their sockets, Gojo picked up his hips again, taking advantage of your post-orgasm haze to be a little rougher with you. your hands came to hold his wrists that held your face, your fingers digging into his pale skin as he fucked your face with reckless abandon.

You felt your throat start to ache, you knew it was going to be sore as hell for days after this, but god was every second of this worth it. "I'm sorry, s-sorry I'm so close, keep breathing, just a little more I promise… Fuck-" Gojo groaned. You could feel his cock twitch inside your throat, his thrusting becoming rougher and less rhythmic, a telltale sign he was going to cum.

"Yesss-yes baby ohmygod, Cuming- I'm cumming-" His words were cut off by a drawn-out groan. His hips thrust against your face with each rope of cum he spilled into your mouth. You felt his groans reverberate through your body with how loud they were. Gojo's body jerked and shook with the intensity of his high, his body curling into itself and over your head as he came.

He felt your head against his pelvis tightly, keeping you flush against him as he made sure you swallowed every last drop of his cum. You felt his body jerk every time you drank up his cum, your mouth milking him of everything he was worth.

"Fuuuuuck…" Gojo groaned one last time before he pulled his spent cock out of your mouth, the softening appendage hanging between the two of you as he still held your face, strings of saliva connecting from his cock to your lips, your entire chin coated in cum and spit. You coughed into your arm, getting the spit out of your throat before he spoke, "Show me." You stuck out your tongue for Satoru and showed him how you swallowed all of his seed.

"You're so fucking greedy, god, my good little girl." Gojo smiled. You smiled at him dumbly, a cockdrunk look plastered on your face as your body sat tiredly on the floor looking up at him. Gojo tucked his wet cock into his pants and pulled up his boxers before he leaned down and scooped you up from underneath your arms.

You wrapped your legs around his body, sitting on top of him as he placed the two of you down on the couch, sitting back against the cushion. "God…" He mumbled into your hair, his cock still throbbing in his pants as his body tried to recover. "You said it." You replied, your voice sounding almost unrecognizable from how hoarse it was.

Gojo pulled back, looking into your eyes with raised eyebrows. "Fuck, your voice." He said, his hand coming to rub at your throat. "It's okay." You whispered, smiling at him. "Shit, I feel bad but that's also kinda hot…" Gojo said, sucking in air through his teeth. You softly smacked his shoulder, shaking your head as you tried to suppress a smile.

"Sorry sorry… I'll do anything you want to make it up to you." He said, laughing as he wrapped his arms around your body, dipping his head down to kiss your battered throat. "Tea." You whispered without a second thought. "I'll handpick the leaves myself." He replied, making you giggle as he assaulted your neck with kisses.

i love them so much, my babies

If Shoko and Gojo had noticed Geto spiralling.

Sort of a rough continuation of the previous set of drawings on what would have happened had Geto called them.

I love nasty Suguru sosososo muchhhhh AAAAAH

a kind of dog — suguru geto

♡— You’re an animal with an appetite for his validation, and he has to pull the dish from you every so often to remind you that meals are fleeting. That way you’ll always need him. You’ll never bite the hand that feeds; You’ll suck eagerly on its fingers.

𝐖𝐂 - 4K

𝐒𝐘𝐍 - You would endure just about anything to earn Suguru’s praise — even his cruel game of denial and degradation.

𝐂𝐖 - [18+!] fem!reader referred to as “girl” once + no body descriptions, pwp, d/s dynamics, manipulation, reader is very subby, geto is mean, not quite a blowjob but close enough to tag oral (m receiving), spit!!!, degradation/humiliation, face fucking but think literal, some nasty stuff with cum + swallowing, no explicit pet play but lots of implications, terms used: plaything, whore, pet, slutty, good girl

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - this was supposed to be a drabble but then it got too long for me to call it that in good conscience. idk how geto wormed his way into my mind like this but yeah !!

“Down.”

It’s a simple command, one you’re quick to follow, crawling from your seat on the couch to the floor beside his feet. Suguru likes that about you — that you obey so easily.

His legs open wider and you fill the space between them like a puzzle piece snapping into place. This is your place, below him, beneath him, and that’s something you’re reminded of often. Just as often as he pampers you and praises you, lifts you up until you’re light as air, he also buries you. But you lay in the ditch willingly and thank him for the piles of dirt, because you know it will please him. And it’ll be that much more satisfying when he pulls you back out again.

Secretly, you crave it all. The highs and the lows. You crave whatever he’ll give you, whenever he’ll give it to you.

You’re already bracing yourself for the low, the way he’s looking down his nose at you familiar enough to make your chest tighten. It’s an amused look, but with an edge of cruelty, like he’s privy to some joke and you’re the butt of it.

It’s almost contradictory, though, the way he reaches out and cups your face. So gentle, so covetous. He tucks your hair behind your ear and you keen into his touch, cheek coming to rest on the inside of his thigh. Fingers delve into the hair at the nape of your neck, scratching lightly, and your eyes flutter closed, lungs filling with a deep, pleasured breath. He smells good, clean. A light sort of clean, like fresh laundry and gentle body wash.

His hips shift, breaking the spell you’re under, and your lids open again, gaze falling on where a large hand now rests right between his pelvis and the highest point of his thigh. His hand flexes in a lazy squeeze, and the outline of his cock strains against the black fabric. Thickened and half-hard, size impressive even as it rests down the leg of his sweats. Like a well-trained dog, you’re already salivating from the stimulus.

He’s still looking down the length of his nose at you, lazing back in the couch cushions. He’s gorgeous, captivating, with a perfectly chiseled jaw and a plush mouth. But his facial expression is so measured. You long to see it flushed and pained. You long to hear him praise you, even if it’s only with groans and stuttered breaths.

The cotton is soft and his muscles are hard under your palms as they trail slowly up his legs. Shifting your weight onto your knees, you nuzzle your face up, up towards the growing tent of fabric. It’s so close you can taste it — and, god, you really want to taste it, so much so that your tongue lolls out to drag along it through the thin barrier. He twitches under the contact, and you respond by pressing your lips to him, the shared heat quickly warming your mouth. Your fingers finally find the waistband of his sweats and hook under, and you’re already imagining how it’ll look springing up, how the thick base of him looks framed by black curls, how the tip looks all shiny with arousal, and how he’ll fill your mouth up, so heavy and—

“Did I tell you to do that?”

You falter. Hands retreating, chin tucking into your chest submissively. Peering up at him through your lashes, you find his mouth now set into a hard line, but that familiar amusement still glitters in his eyes. 

You’re not sure what you’ve done for him to deny you, and your mind races to find a reason. Had you misread the situation? Upset him earlier in the day? There has to be something, some misstep you weren’t aware of.

What you fail to realize is that sometimes Suguru is cruel for the sake of cruelty. Or, really, for the sake of balance. How can you crave him if he never gives you anything to hunger for? You’re an animal with an appetite for his validation, and he has to pull the dish from you every so often to remind you that meals are fleeting. That way you’ll always need him. You’ll never bite the hand that feeds; You’ll suck eagerly on its fingers.

Sometimes even in a literal sense.

Suguru leans forward and pushes his middle and ring fingers into your mouth. You take them with a hum, closing your lips and massaging them with your tongue, relieved to suck on something. He lets you have that for a moment, watching how you suckle tenderly before prodding deeper. Your jaw drops open obediently, and long fingers press down on the back of your tongue until they’re invading your throat. Instinctively, you try to lean away from the sudden intrusion, but a hand behind your head keeps you firmly in place.

“Ah-ah-ah, what have I told you about pulling away?” Suguru tuts, fisting your hair just enough to make a point. “Gag if you must, but do not pull away.”

He pushes them in further, expression calm while yours twists into discomfort. Your esophagus tries its best to reject him, and your whole upper body lurches with the force of the gag. His hand retreats, giving you just enough room to breathe before filling the space once more.

He makes you gag again, and again. The wet clicking and retching sounds coming from your throat are almost embarrassing, but you’re not able to feel much shame when he’s giving you his full attention like this. Dark eyes taking in your slowly deteriorating expression with an almost unsettling warmth. You’re basking in it, even as your throat begins to burn and your eyes overflow with tears.

You’ll endure just to hear him say it — to have him tell you that you’ve done a good job.

Your head is swimming by the time he’s finally satisfied, and your chin and cheeks are wet with drool and tears. He reclines, posture jarringly relaxed next to your panting and coughing, and holds his hand under your chin.

“Spit.”

You don’t hesitate. You never do, not when given a direct command. Suguru likes that about you.

The saliva is so thick that it’s hard to push from your mouth. It bubbles and drips in fat globs from your puckered lips, so much of it that it pools in his palm. His hand chases the long string of it, the edge of his pointer finger wiping up along your chin to collect what’s stuck there, then retracts.

You think he’ll say it then, as he’s pushing down his sweats just enough for his cock to spring free, but he doesn’t. You wait to hear him groan it when his eyes fall shut and his fist closes around his girth, all that spit you gave him coating him completely, making a slick sound as he pumps slowly from base to tip then twists on his way back down. But it never comes.

Pouting internally, you bite down on the inside of your cheek. You’re being sensitive. Needy. You’re well aware of that. To you his praise is gospel, and to be getting none of it right now, as he’s jerking himself off right in front of your face — well, it’s torturous. 

He reaches back behind his head to pull his t-shirt off, then disposes of his sweats, and you shift out of the way to let him untangle them from his ankles before taking your place again. Now he’s completely nude before you, lounging back in the couch, looking like he was formed by careful hands in the image of some ancient god. His skin is smooth and perfect like porcelain, but the strength he holds is obvious. Shoulders broad and muscles cut sharp. Somehow, with you still fully clothed, he seems even more powerful. You think he could walk stark naked into a room full of investors and still hold dominion over them all like it was his divine right. 

By the time he wraps his hand back around his length, you’re damn near trembling with need. It’s hot and slick between your thighs, but that’s hardly the ache at the forefront of your mind. Instead, it’s the ache to please, the need to be useful. It’s a beautiful sight – a privilege, really – to see him lost in that slow-building ecstasy. But you want to be what’s making him feel that way. To be what’s making his chest expand with full breaths and his neck arch back in pleasure. Why won’t he use you to get himself off? You’d offer up any part of yourself (and you have, many times before), so why won’t he accept your offering? You never thought it possible to feel this jealous of a hand.

And still his hand pumps, and twists, agonizingly slow, like it’s taunting you. The sound of wet skin on wet skin is hypnotizing, as is the way his flushed head disappears and reappears from his foreskin with each steady stroke. Another firm, upward squeeze and a clear drop of arousal is beading right on the tip before rolling down and disappearing in the mess of fluids. 

Fuck, it’s unbearable. You can feel yourself getting antsy, your body overheating and your hips rocking. From the way you’re seated, with your legs tucked under you, there’s just no friction where you want it besides the slip of your own soaked underwear. You don’t dare reach down to touch yourself, not without his express permission, but watching him jerk himself off without paying you any mind, so close that you can see every vein, every wrinkle of skin — you’re fucking shattering. 

And, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to you without even looking at you, Suguru moans. Head resting back, raven hair fanning out on the cushion, pretty lips parted just so, he moans. A low drag of a moan that rakes all the way up your spine and back down again. He breathes in deep, swallows thick so his adam’s apple bobs with it, then pushes another pleasured sound out through his nose — a long and heady mmmm. You shiver so violently you’d think he actually touched you.

It’s in that moment that a few drops of the sloppy mixture coating his dick begin to roll down the base and over his balls. They’re sticky globs of saliva and pre, dripping slowly between his legs, but soon they’ll be staining the couch beneath him. You should clean it – he would want you to clean it. That’s what you’re telling yourself as you lean forward, stick your tongue out, and begin to lick the mess from his balls.

When he doesn’t immediately stop you, you lick again, and again, lathing your tongue over the velvety skin and making sure you’ve really done your job. His soft grunts stirs you on, and you suck one of his balls gently into your mouth. Peeking up at him, you find his brows knitted together and his eyes now on you, hand still working over his length, so you switch to the other one, lapping softly and then closing your lips around it. It feels so delicate and swollen on your tongue; The softest part of such a powerful man, and you get to take it between your teeth. The thought makes you moan around him.

Suguru hisses at the vibration, then opens his mouth to finally speak to you again, and your excitement grows at the prospect of finally receiving praise. Maybe he’ll tell you how good your mouth feels, or how pretty you look between his legs, or–

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” He scolds. 

Eyes wide and apologetic, you release him from your mouth with a pop. He lets out a condescending sigh, then shifts his hips down until the tip of his cock is tantalizingly close to your lips. 

“Here,” he says with the clipped tone of somebody who’s doing you a favor, “stick your tongue out, since you want to taste it so bad. But don’t move.”

You do as you're told, and your eyes nearly roll back in your head at the taste of your reward. Salty and musky, warmed by his own body heat and the friction of his hand. Suguru rubs his tip against your tongue, as if to really mark you with the taste of him, then resumes stroking with it resting there. The sound is right in your ears now, a slow schlick-schlick that fills your head with cotton and your core with lava.

You want so badly to wrap your lips around his girth, to feel the ache in your jaw when you try to fit him all the way in your mouth, to suck him down and swallow. You want him to tell you how good you’re doing when he finally slides into your throat. But each drop of precum he wrings out of his cock and onto your outstretched tongue is enough to satiate you for now.

The way your face has melted so quickly into contentment makes Suguru chuckle. You look rather silly, actually. Face flushed and eyes glossy, dew still clinging to your lashes from when he’d throatfucked you with his fingers. The lips that were just sucking at his balls are shining with spit, and your tongue is stuck out to form a little pillow for his cockhead – so lewd, so desperate, and you clearly fucking love it. It’s cute, Suguru thinks. You’re cute. But he won’t tell you that just yet. 

Instead, he’ll grip your jaw in his hand, just rough enough to wake you from your trance, and tilt it to the side. He’ll show you just how cute you look to him by smearing his dick from your mouth to your cheek, then rutting his hips up to grind himself right on your face.

“Fuck,” he breathes, brows pinching at the sight of your soft skin indenting with the hard shape of him, “That’s it– yes, just like that. Stay nice and still for me.”

It’s all so slippery, your own spit lubing his cock and making it glide seamlessly along your cheek. If you didn’t look a mess before, you most certainly do now. He spreads the mess all around your face, gripping himself firmly at the base and rubbing the underside of his dick this way and that, over your lips and across your tongue, from one cheek to the other and back again until your skin is completely coated. Shining in the light, the glossed picture of debauchery.

It’s downright nasty, and you’re allowing it to happen. More than allowing – you’re enjoying it.

“You’d really lower yourself to this?” He coos, voice saccharine and soft despite the way his words cut. A hand braces against the top of your head, anchoring you in place as he rolls his hips up to grind once more. “On your knees, letting me rub my cock all over your face… You like being my little plaything? My little whore?” He slaps his cock against your cheek with a wet plap. It’s gentle, but heavy enough to make a small gasp flit from your lips. Your face scrunches when he does it again – plap-plap-plap – but you don’t make any move to pull away. Suguru smirks. “You like being my little pet?”

Your eyes meet his, and – god – they’re beautiful. He’s beautiful, and he’s staring down at you like he doesn’t even need you to answer, like he’s already read your mind. 

The truth is, no matter how he says it – plaything, whore, pet – your answer will always be the same. Because it’s not about the label, it’s about the phrasing. My little plaything, my little whore, my little pet. All you hear is the possessive, the sound of a lock clicking closed on a collar. All you hear is that you’re his. 

Nodding, you give him your silent answer: Yes, I like it. His smirk grows. 

“Kiss it.”

You press your wet lips to the tip of his cock, right on his frenulum, and Suguru’s breath hitches at the softness of it.

And then he’s pushing up onto his feet, hand gripping the hair on top of your head to angle it back as he goes. Your neck strains painfully to follow his motions, back arching and hands finding the floor behind you to brace yourself. Suguru looms over you, cock in hand and legs barring you in on either side, a long curtain of black hair falling down around his face. 

“Stay still for me,” he breathes, voice light and sweet, much unlike the heavy darkness his shadow is now casting over you. You swallow, then squeak out a small “Yes, sir.” and your subservience sends him over the edge.

His cock slaps down on you, so long the tip rests on your forehead, so thick and heavy it makes you flinch. He cups your face in his hands, fingers splayed out over the sides, and if it weren’t for the hard dick he presses to your skin with his thumbs, the gesture might look like adoration. But perhaps this is adoration, in some twisted way. Adoring you so fully, so intensely, that he needs to show you in the most animal way. He needs to defile you.

His hips jut forward, and his cock drags along your face. He rocks back again, then pauses, and for a split second you’re concerned you weren’t staying still enough, but then he tucks his chin down and purses his lips, and spits. It lands on his dick and splatters across your face, making you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut in surprise. Then a mean smirk spreads his lips, and he starts humping steadily into you.

“There you go,” he murmurs between hot pants and firm bucks of his hips, “look at you. What a fucking mess.”

You can only imagine what you must look like right now; On your knees, actually bending over backwards for this man as he — very literally — fucks your face. It’s depraved, the way he’s grinding the underside of his dick up and down, up and down the length of it. Precum leaking from his tip and mixing with the spit that coats every inch of your face, making it wetter, messier with each roll of his hips. But even more depraved, is how much you fucking love it. Because he’s using you to get off. 

It’s degrading, sure, but god is it fulfilling. To hear the way he pants and moans above you. To feel the throbbing heat of him on your skin. He’s using you like you’re just an accessory to his masturbation. A pretty accessory — his favorite accessory — but an accessory nonetheless. But you can’t bring yourself to mind, not when every nerve ending in your body is alight, and Suguru is starting to curse and ramble like his are too.

“Dirty little–” He’s grunting between gritted teeth, barely audible over the squelching sounds ringing in your ears. “Letting me do this to you, whatever I want to you. Letting me– ahhh—” Your hands are bracing hard on the floor behind you now, body shaking with the force of his movements. Your neck hurts, and you can’t open your eyes, but you don’t dare move. His thrusts are getting sloppier, his heavy balls seeming to tighten up from where they’re squished against your chin. “Gonna keep you– my slutty little pet– keep you forever– oh fuck!”

The weight is suddenly gone from your face and then the curve of his tip is poking at your bottom lip. “Look at me,” comes his growl, equal parts pleasured and crazed, and you do, lashes unsticking and lids fluttering as you readjust to the light.

He’s properly fucked-out now, sweat making his forehead glisten and a rosiness dotting his cheeks. He’s jerking off over you again, but with so much more fervor now than before. Shoulder jumping and forearm flexing as he strokes fast and hard, spit and precum frothing around his fist and dripping onto your lips. If you looked down at his cock, you’d see what an aching red the tip now is, how the veins visibly pulse, just how painfully hard he is from sullying you. But you can’t look down at his cock, because he’s given you an order, and, truthfully, you wouldn't look away from his even face if you could.

“Stick your tongue out. All the way— there you go.” His voice strains, ragged breaths making his chest shake. “Stay like that. Look at me, pet— agh, yeah, look up at me—“

Suguru groans long and low, and then the first rope is shooting into your waiting mouth. The head of his cock weighs down harder on your tongue as he pumps his length faster, and then there’s more, and more, hot and thick as it pools right on your tastebuds. You stay perfectly still for him, keep your eyes trained up and your mouth open wide like the obedient thing you are. And he rewards you with that beautiful, blissful expression of his, and so much cum that it feels like it could spill over at any moment and drip down onto your chest.

Once he’s unloaded completely, squeezing the very last drop from his tip and watching it join the pool of white in your mouth, he gives you another instruction.

“Hold it there. Don’t make a mess.”

Again, you do as you’re told. 

Suguru pulls his sweats back on, tucking his softening cock away and sitting back down on the couch in front of you. Running a hand through his hair to unstick the strands from his damp forehead, he chuckles breathlessly. You’re perfectly still, hands placed politely in your lap like you’re preparing to serve tea rather than doing a balancing act with his cum. It’s amazing, really, the lengths you’ll go to please him.

“Silly little thing,” he coos at you, patronizing. “If I told you to heel, you’d heel. If I told you to bark, you’d bark. Isn’t that right?”

You can’t answer, you can’t even nod, but Suguru knows that. Your head is still angled back, your mouth still stuck open to obey his command. You’re willing your body not to tremble, breathing slowly and evenly through your nose. All of your focus is on not spilling a single solitary drop of the thick puddle of spend currently resting on the center of your tongue – at least, until he allows you to swallow.

And he takes his sweet, sweet time. He checks his phone, tapping away at the screen for a moment before locking it and setting it back down. He leans forward, rests an elbow on his knee and a hand on his cheek, and watches you with sharp, low eyes. He trails his other hand up your torso, a ghost of a touch that he knows you’re craving, then pets lightly at your face before pinching the tip of your tongue between his thumb and forefinger. He pulls the muscle out further with sick amusement darkening his handsome features, observes the way his own cum decorates the inside of your mouth. Gooey and white against delicate pink. Some of it collects at the base of your tongue, right at the start of your throat, where you’re refusing to let it through. 

It must taste bitter, he thinks. It must feel gross just sitting on your tongue like that, and your jaw must ache from hanging open for so long. And yet you sit still anyways, so pretty and patient, awaiting his next instruction.

You’d stay here just like this, with his cum going cold in your mouth, for as long as he pleased — just to earn his praise.

Suguru smiles. “Ok. Swallow.”

It’s gone in a flash, lips sealing and throat bobbing. 

“Show me.”

Teary eyed and panting, you open wide and stick your tongue back out to show him that it’s empty. That you’d done exactly what he’d asked, exactly when he’d asked it. That you are worthy of his favor.

He pats lovingly at your cheek and, finally, he tells you exactly what you’ve been aching to hear. The words warm you from the inside out, all your insecurities melting down into pure, honeyed satisfaction. Two words with only two syllables between them, but such a resounding power in your world:

“Good girl.”

gojo with a corruption kink makes my brain explode grrr

too much..! (ﾉД`)ヽ

"o-okay, okay.."

"hm? what's okay sweetheart? you think 'm only gonna let ya take the tip?"

"t..toru.."

he had only propped the tip of his shaft into you, the hot and leaky cockhead making a small 'pop!' noise as it slides into your cunt. but his cock thickened around the middle, too thick you could say; and it almost hurts to take him further.

you huff. "c-can't- it'll h-hurt.."

"it's only for a little, mkay? i'll make sure it feels so good after.. don't you trust me?" his eyes peer up to yours, a slight glimmer in his pupil. you pressed up harder against his abdomen, but his piercing grapple on your hips makes it difficult for you to pull off any further.

you feel a sense of insecurity at his affirmation filled with holes, but the sole thought of being unable to please the honored one caused your heart to tighten with dread.

"don't you want to make me feel good?"

"i- i do..!"

"okay.. then be good and sit on it, okay? do it for me."

this is so delicious and depressing

[failed] nurture

frothing at the mouth, i think this is the first smut i’ve read for this man??? so freaking good hihi!!!

thinking about itsuomi….

ʚ cont: fem reader, dry humping, praise, he talks you thought it, itsuomi is the greenest flsg, soft soft soft soft

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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you wrapped your legs tighter around Itsuomi’s waist, trying to resist the urge to roll your hips against his crotch as he kissed you, his hands grabbing the sides of your waist, squeezing your skin tighter every so often.

his body felt so hot against yours, making your skin burn even hotter with desire. he kissed you slowly, passionately, making you really feel every inch of his lips against yours. your chest touched his every time you inhaled, trying to keep your breaths quiet and devoid of whimpers that so desperately wanted to escape.

you hadn’t noticed, too consumed in focusing on the silver haired man’s lips, but you had been squirming against him for a while now, too aroused and overwhelmed with how good this all felt. itsuomi pulled back from your lips, his lidded eyes taking over your face, your lips parted and swollen from the kiss, eyes cloudy, as you looked at him patiently, waiting for his next move.

“do you want to stop?” he asked, his voice coming out soft as he tipped his head at you. you felt your face heat up, never having had someone be so gentle with you before. you shook your head, squeezing your legs around his to emphasize your words.

“okay,” he responded, a barely there smile cracking the corner of his lips before he leaned his face back down. you expected to feel his lips on yours again, but you were instead met with the plushness of his lips on your neck, softly kissing right over your pulse point.

you were unable to hold back the gasp that left your lips, your hand immediately coming up to press against your mouth, a preventative measure to make sure no more embarrassing sounds left your lips. itsuomi pulled back for a moment, his lips just grazing your skin before he spoke, “You don’t have to hold back your voice, same goes for your hips.” he said, exposing you.

you felt a rush of heat burn your face, making you tip your head in the direction opposite from him. “I want to make you feel good, if you need to move, move. I’ll do it with you if you’re too shy, okay?” he said sweetly, pressing another kiss to your pulse point.

Itsuomi watched from the crook of your neck as your eyebrows pinched together before you nodded shyly, your hand pulling back from your mouth, slowly dropping back down onto his shoulder.

you allowed yourself to relax against him when you felt his kisses on your neck turn to sucks, his warm, wet tongue caressing your skin between his lips. you were met with the shallow, slow thrust of his hips against yours, making you gasp again, a sound you tried not to feel too embarrassed about since Itsuomi had told you to let go.

he experimentally thrust against you again, a bit harder this time, making you suck a breath in between your teeth. “feels good?” he whispered between sucks against your neck. “mhm..” you responded quietly, feeling that same familiar throbbing intensify between your thighs.

itsuomi picked up his pace a bit, finding a rhythm as he rutted his hips against yours. you could feel something prominent and hard pressing right against your cunt, making you feel dizzy. you knew what that feeling was. just knowing Itsuomi was as aroused as you were was driving you crazy.

“move your hips back against me, you can do it.” he encouraged, one of his hands sliding down your waist and landing on your hip. his fingers curled behind your lower back as he pulled your hips against him, helping you out.

he released a breathy moan against your neck when you gave in and let yourself move against him, humping your cunt on his crotch when he rubbed himself into you. “just like that.” he praised, picking his head up from the crook of your neck.

you looked like you were being fucked for real, your jaw open as whimpers steadily fell out as his hard boner rubbed against your clothed clit, eyes fluttering in your head, eyebrows scrunched together.

you hummed against his lips when he connected them once more, the kiss a little needier now as he pulled your leg over his hip, making you wrap your legs around his back. you felt yourself gush when his tongue poked against your lips, asking for permission. you opened them more against him, letting his warm tongue enter your mouth and tangle with yours.

breathy moans were being pushed out of your mouth and into his by his hips rutting against you, his cock straining in his pants against you making you feel hotter and hotter with each thrust. you did your best to move your tongue with his, but his quickly overpowered yours as he explored every inch of your mouth.

you cracked your eyes open and noticed how red his face looked, even being so close to yours. his eyebrows were pinched together slightly, twitching every so often when he thrust against you, making his cock rub against the inside of his boxers just right.

Itsuomi swore he could feel how hot you were between your thighs through all the layers of fabric. he wanted so badly to just pull down your panties and stretch you open on his fingers while he sucked your clit into his mouth, but he knew he had to be patient.

Itsuomi was shocked out of his little daydream when your body tightened around him, your hips wiggling more and more, begging for friction against your clit. were you close? just from a little dry humping? Itsuomi pressed himself against you and rolled his hips in circles, making his bulge rub your clit around through your clothes, just like he would do with his fingers.

your lips started to slow against his as kissing him back proved to be harder and harder the closer you got to finishing. you tapped repeatedly on his shoulder, trying to get him to let up a bit so you didn’t cum in your pants.

“it’s okay, you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” he asked between kisses, not slowing his hips once even as he spoke. “you can cum, i got you.” he whispered, making you head feel fuzzy and warm. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders tighter, bracing yourself.

itsuomi wasn’t quite there yet, but he was alright with edging himself if it meant he got to watch you cum. there would be plenty of times in the future he would be able to cum, he wasn’t greedy.

he watched in awe with a slightly opened mouth as your lips detached from his, your eyes fully falling shut, squeezing together tightly. “there you go, good girl.” he whispered as your body shook against his, your abdomen curling into him as your orgasm hit you.

it felt so fucking good as he worked you through it with his hips, rubbing you just the way you needed with his boner. your gasps and cries as you came were like music to his ears, he could feel himself drip pre cum into his boxers just from listening to you.

when you came down he immediately started pressing kisses to your hot cheeks, his hands brushing the stray hairs from your face. “good job, felt good right?” he asked, smiling at you with that usual smirk of his. you nodded, still a little out of it as you looked away, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

“heh, i know. promise i’ll make you feel that again. over and over, as many times as you want.” he said, his words making your face burn furiously. you nodded and pushed his shoulders away, trying to hide. itsuomi giggled and separated his body from yours, sitting on the side of the bed as he played with your inner thigh.

“cmon, gotta get you cleaned up. i’ll run you a bath.” he said, his head tipping in the direction of the bathroom. you furrowed your eyebrows, looking down at the very obvious boner in his pants. itsuomi caught your gaze and pulled his t-shirt down over his cock, doing little to conceal it. “don’t worry about me, it’ll go down on its own.”

you felt bad he didn’t get to cum, but he seemed adamant in his words. next time, you would be sure to make him cum too. you nodded and let him scoop you into his arms as he walked you to the bathroom.

itsuomi wasn’t worried in the slightest about his little problem. he already planned to take care of it in his room while you soaked in the bath anyways, using the image of you orgasming on him as material to jerk off. the scene replaying over and over in his head on repeat.

curse user! suguru, rolling his eyes and saying into the phone, "no, satoru, i have no idea where she is. i'm a bit offended that you think i have anything to do with her going missing," before looking down at you—on your knees and looking up at him oh so prettily—and giving you a playful wink, his hand applying pressure on the back of your head so you can continue sucking his cock. "i already told you how i feel about you calling this number," suguru says, biting back a groan when his tip hits the back of your throat. "i left jujutsu high, so the sorcerers there aren't any of my concern anymore."

except for you, but satoru doesn't need to know about that.

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