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SUGARSTREAM ♡ ┊꒰ gojo satoru x female reader ꒱ content ༄ minors do not interact ᥫ᭡ camgirl!reader, fanboy!gojo, virgin killer!gojo, sex toys, anal play, candy play, virgin kink, corruption, teasing, cum play, age gap (gojo is 33, reader is in 20s) fingering, masturbation, cunnilingus, condoms to unprotected sex, sprinkle of dumbification, praise, orgasm control. w.c ༄ est. 9.2k note from satorhime ༄ i got the idea for a camgirl au from an old request that i can't find in my inbox now but i hope you enjoy reading this. ♡ : · • rbs and comments are appreciated and loved!

gojo satoru has a big sweet tooth.

he can always be seen ordering a frappuccino with five pumps of caramel syrup and extra whipped cream at starbucks, showing up to morning training with an entire platter of chocolate dipped berries, or suckling a tootsie pop with obscenely inappropriate noises during important meetings because the components in sugar stimulates his brain, giving the right amount of rush someone like him needs to keep sane.

his credit card is most swiped at sweet shoppes and random souvenir stands that sell his favorite melon sugar cubes, or the zunda and cream kikufuku he likes so much.

because his appetite for the sweeter things in life is insatiable.

that's why it isn't a surprise he developed a craving for you. he's always had a greedy taste for doe-eyed young women and you happened to be exactly his type. saccharine smile, giggly laugh, and a head full of bubblegum. ijichi kiyotaka's sweet little apprentice who skipped through the halls eating strawberry hi-chews for lunch instead of proper meals, wearing tiny little skirts and rootbeer flavored lip gloss just to torment gojo into wanting to lick it onto his tastebuds.

pure and lovely, you've become his favorite sugar rush.

and with the help of pop culture and social media, he can have a sample before he finally buys the product.

RECENT TWEET FROM @xoyoursweetenerxo: i'll be streaming in 10 mins wearing new lingerie! come take a peek at pixelme.jp/sweetener <333

that's the alert that begins gojo's unraveling, rolling into his notification center. his heart kicks up an irritating notch when he flips his phone over in his hand and reads your username on the screen. he can feel the curious eyes of his three former students on his back as they trail him down the hall, but he has tunnel vision and cotton ears, their incessant chatter echoing in one ear and out the other.

"gojo-sensei, did you hear anything i just said?" megumi snaps, his annoyed tone barely registering.

"i heard a rumor that he finally has a girlfriend now, that's why he's always so distracted," nobara gossips into yuuji's ear, the two casting a long, knowing glance at their mentor.

"so it's like that?"

"it's like that."

"what were you saying?" gojo asks distractedly, lifting one side of his blindfold to unlock his phone, bringing up the twitter app. his main account loads first and he spares a single glance to nanami's weekend vacation update, two for tsukumo straddling her motorbike in hokkaido, and none for aoi ranting about takada's dating rumors at the top of his timeline.

he never hears megumi's reply because he's too busy switching to his private account, an empty lurker with a black photo. eager to click your profile.

tonight's stream invitation is pinned at the top, decorated with pink hearts but he ignores that for now. making sure to hold his phone at an angle his nosy ass kids can't peek at, a long pale finger swipes up to bring the scroll down to a spam of grwm selfies you just posted, a ritual before your streams. you're cute as a button in each one, but it's the last one— on hands and knees, ass pointed to the camera—that makes him groan, the sound covered up by an exaggerated sneeze.

"um, gross!" nobara screeches at him, folding her arms and leaning away. "you sounded like a middle aged dad."

satoru stops his long stride suddenly, masking his irritation by reaching into his pocket for his wallet, flipping the leather open for a spare credit card. he hands it to kugisaki with a pat on her head, grinning when she slaps his hand down and pockets his card without question.

"you know what? mission’s canceled for tonight!" he cheers, already heading in the opposite direction, shooting finger guns. he's eager to get away from his kids and to his office where he can concentrate on your stream. "go out without me and have fun!"

he waves off their confused looks, disappearing in a flash. attention glued to his phone like a teenaged boy. the sorcerer feels his cock twitch to life in his pants the longer he stares at your picture. you're wearing a skater dress that barely covers your plump ass, giving your twitter followers a tease of soft skin and cute stretch marks on the back of your thighs.

he knows that if he wants to see more, like the devastating visual of your slit spread around your favorite dildo, he'll have to join the stream and tip up.

not many people know about your other life. the angel who brings in sponge cake and iced coffee each morning to gojo, who shyly refuses to meet his stare whenever he walks into the room, unable to stand the intensity of his flirtations, is a camgirl with views high enough to land you in the top rated tab. people tipped you good and in return, you let them control your pleasure.

and gojo satoru is your biggest fan.

he hadn't been stalking when he found out. he'd just been passing by one of the staff rooms with the intention of terrorizing ijichi and found you instead, boldly streaming from your phone, whispering i bought my first vibrator! should i try it at work?

those annoying hot girls in your area, click for more! ads weren't needed because gojo had never made an account so fast.

and if he tuned into your grainy stream from his office, cock shamelessly fisted in his hand as he watched you push your panties to the side, phone camera positioned in an upskirt shot of you struggling to fit the small, vibrating toy inside your tight little cunt? mind your business.

he unlocks the door to his office now, shutting himself in before he clicks the streaming link, letting his phone redirect to the site so he can log in.

username: honoredone89 password: hollowedout28

"is the stream stable? hi, welcome! we'll get started soon."

the sound of your airy, girlish voice rings out from his phone as he falls into a leather lounge chair. you're streaming from your room this evening, dressed in frilly and frothy lingerie and a pair of lacy thigh highs, sitting up on your knees on a bed draped in a white gossamer canopy.

rosy led lights wash out the pretty tone of your skin in a soft pink glow, selling your sweet and innocent image. gojo figures that's why you're so popular— you feed right into their desires to turn out girls like you, drawing them in like worker bees to honey.

"how's my apprenticeship? it's going so good, thank you!" you answer a comment from one of your regulars, waving shyly at the viewers pouring into the virtual room.

"this won't be a long stream since i have to wake up early tomorrow, but..." you prattle on, leaning forward to check the viewer count. gojo's attention is drawn to the plump swell of your breasts in your bralette. god, he wants to run his lips all over the lace so bad; tonguing and biting over your nipples through the flimsy fabric until they're bitten raw. "while we wait for more to join, what did you boys do today-"

"ah, shoot. i almost forgot!" you gasp, twisting around to lean out of the canopy; opening the drawer on the nightstand.

as you rummage around, bent over, you accidentally allow your fans to admire the panties you're wearing. crotchless and lacy, the clips of a garter attached to your stockings. the backshot gives him a perfect peek at the shadowed seam of your pussy too, the little scraps of fabric on the front kissing your clit.

but more importantly, he can see the heart-shaped glass plug buried in the dip of your ass.

oh. well, when did you get that?

his tastebuds water, sweet tooth waking up for cravings. a quick decision made that he will stop holding himself back and get a taste of you, that he will be the end to your innocence.

in2feet chatted: this is boring hurry up and get naked

nakedman chatted: location? i'd fuck your ass so good kitten

it was obviously unintentional because your look of ditzy confusion is too cute when you turn around with the matching dildo, shaped like a sailor moon wand. but it ends up being the perfect way to begin your stream— tips roll in without prompting, chat pinging with comments.

"hehe, what are you guys- o-oh.." your question ends in a small sigh that makes his cock throb in his slacks. the air feels stagnant and warm in his office so he drags his blindfold down, unbuttoning the high collar of his jacket. you settled back on the bed too fast, the glass flare of the plug in your ass shifting, pushing a little deeper, twinging an unfamiliar lurch in your tummy. "t-to be honest, i've never used a plug before so it hurts a bit."

a young starlet improvising on a mistake, you lift the wand to your lips. pastel pink tongue peeking out to wet the tip as you blink innocently at the cam. "can i put this in the other hole to distract myself from the pain?"

gojo can feel his brain rotting down to the stems.

you settle against the cloudbank of pillows, bringing your laptop a little closer to finish setting up and check the time. "before i start, i want to remind everyone that i'll only take requests from the highest tipper tonight!"

cyberme chatted: whenever you're ready, baby. we're watching!

cyberme and 10 others tipped 20 hearts

tittystan (★ tip) tipped 50 hearts

"you guys are so sweet!" the sound of the tip bell and chat alerts fill the volume of your room, drowning out your voice. lewd requests and thirsty comments begin to chime in, begging for you to remove your bra, show your pussy, play with the plug in your ass.

you have these men wrapped around your little finger, even though their hearts will be cashed out for real coins at the end of the night.

tittystan (★ tip) chatted: play with those pretty tits for us pls

"is this okay?" your impatient thumb rubs over a clothed nipple, shivering at the touch. more tips fumble in and gojo can see you build the confidence you need to push your bralette down, tucking it under the curve of your breasts so they spill right out.

fuck... he can't help but imagine his large digits replacing yours, dragging the calloused pads of his thumbs over your nipples until you cry and his thirsty ass can drink up your tears.

satoru shifts, leaning back in his barcelona chair as he reaches down to press the heel of his palm to the swelling bulge of his cock at the same time you squeeze one of the fleshy globes into your hand, a soft whine whistling past your clenched teeth.

jacker82 (★ tip) tipped 250 hearts and chatted: fuck yourself on the dildo alr!

you nod at the comment, opening your legs a bit only to snap them shut a heartbeat later. "i-i'm sorry, i'm so nervous tonight!" your teeth chew against your bottom lip as encouraging comments ring in your chat, words of praises that urges you to go further.

posessiveness burns green through his veins at the comments from other men, but he knows how to take what he wants and right now, what he wants is your attention only on him.

honoredone89 chatted: don't be nervous. i'm with you.

honoredone89 chatted: go on and open up for me.

gojo doesn't miss the glow of arousal in your eyes as you read his comment, your heart beating faster than it ever has. honoredone89... you missed seeing his comments on your streams. he felt more like a collaborator, unafraid to poke, prod, tease. the way he talks shit at you leaves you soaked and whining each time, wondering who he is; crying into your pillow whenever he'd toss down five hundred to make you cum, then throw down another five to switch up and edge you at the last minute. want me to change my mind, angel? he'd chat out and you could almost taste his smirk.

you would be lying if you said that your little crush on this anonymous person had nothing to do with him reminding you of the white-haired fox you were instantly drawn to at the start of your apprenticeship. honoredone89 could very well be one of those creeps that records cam shows to reupload to shady porn sites or a catfish. after all, his profile picture is the lower half of a (really fucking gorgeous) mirror selfie. but considering that a man like the actual satoru wouldn't return your silly, growing affections, you're fine with cosplaying.

"o-okay, sorry," you obey him so easily, parting your knees, finally giving your fans a view of your pretty pussy in those crotchless panties. gojo should be ashamed, but he groans at the sight. you sigh as the cool air breezes over feverish skin, cooling the wetness clinging to your folds. it's why your fans love you so much— so wet during streams, no need for lube when your cute little pussy drools out the sweetest nectar no one has had the pleasure of tasting.

"look at you, sweet girl. you got any idea what you do to me?" you've barely shown anything and he feels like losing his fucking mind.

satoru should feel guilty for what he does next, but his conscious is crystal clear. mind blank and too fucking horny to think about propriety, he unbuttons his slacks. fishes his cock out to squeeze at the base, relieving some of the ache. his balls jump desperately as you slide the glass toy between your legs on the screen.

then his phone pings with a notif the moment you press the tip to your clit— a text from megumi dropping down, covering his view of the torturous circles you rub around the swelling nub. a swipe further down and you prod it against your entrance, panting out a low whine that knocks the wind out of gojo's chest, ears ringing.

"p-please let me put it inside!" you cry to the chat, noises so pretty. you'll sound even prettier when you're under him, squirming and pleading for him to fuck you until you live only for the feeling of his cock.

gojo's summer blue eyes scan over the message from megumi, ensuring his kids aren't in danger while he fucks himself off. he chokes off breathy groans so he can hear your moans, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb over the tip of his cock. muscles in his stomach twitching in pleasure as he nudges it inside the slit so clear, watery precum dribbles past his fingers to spill down the long length of his cock.

user20180407 chatted: fuck yourself already i'm so hard!

instead of gojo replying to an annoyed megumi complaining about having to go to a pachinko parlor (yuuji's idea, no doubt) with the others, he taps the tip button before he can stop himself.

honoredone89 (★ tip) tipped 1050 hearts

honoredone89 (★ tip)  chatted: just your fingers tonight, sweet girl.

"c-can i put them inside?" is your immediate answer.

honoredone89 (★ tip) chatted: nope, don't think i want you to do that.

the unhappy comments from your other viewers almost gives him more pleasure than the feeling of his palm rubbing out his cock in rough strokes.

"okay, thank you, sir," you tuck in with a soft smile. he knows you're thanking him for the fat wad of cash in your tip jar, not him snatching away your pleasure, but the sound of the honorific from your lips sends a zip of arousal straight down his spine. the way he fucks into his hand is messy now, dragging his hand up and down his dick. precum coating his fingers white, dripping onto his slacks. "thank you for letting me touch my clit."

he's your highest tipper and your pleasure is always in the hands of your tip jar. setting the toy aside with the hope he'll let you use it later, you open your legs until your knees touch the sheets, joints in your hips aching. reaching fingers to the opening in your panties. you're so soaked, pretty lace all darkened in spots. you spread your folds, circling your clit with two fingers.

"oooh, o-oh.. it's not enough, please let me-"

"hope y'r this greedy when i feed you my cock, princess, fuck. gonna... give you what you need soon, don't worry," he promises to empty air, sweating hard beneath his jacket with his hand tight around his cock. imagining that he's got you right here in his office, fucking up into your pussy as you struggle to bounce on him. on the phone, his speaker rings with your frustrated whines. your thighs tremble as you rub your clit too fast, making it sore.

a few attempt to match his price and tip him out, wanting control over your delicious pleasure; wanting you to use the dildo so they can imagine the little toy is their cocks. but unlike the cheap fucks swarming around your chat, the black metal of his bank card is limitless. there's no one that can stop him from blowing hot cash on an even hotter girl so he does. doubling your tips, tripling it down each time.

the sorcerer has plans that won't be ruined by old men escaping nagging wives and stressful jobs by twisting their dicks to the moans of pretty girls.

at the end of the night, he plans on adding another maraschino cherry to the top of his ice cream sundae.

but that all depends on you.

now when did he close his eyes? on his screen, gojo almost misses it. the prettiest sight.

"c-can i cum, sir?" you simper to your fans, to him. "fuck me. it.. it's right there. please say yes, please please!" circling the pad of your finger under the hood of your clit where you're most sensitive at, you slide a hand up your body to squeeze one of your breasts. a soft gasp pushing out to join the squish of your fingers rubbing through the wet between your thighs.

honoredone89 (★ tip) tipped 2000 hearts!

user20221030 chatted: this rich fuck is so annoying stop hogging!

gojo sounds like a maniac when he tosses his head and howls at the comment, unrestrained laughs choking off into a deep moan when he strokes down and squeezes the base of his cock. fighting off his orgasm for a torturous edge to himself.

honoredone89 (★ tip) chatted: since you can't hold it, go on and show everyone how pretty you are when you cum.

"yu-yes, sir!"

gojo wasn't lying. even the lagging connection to your stream can't dim the beauty you are when you reach your high. it burns a hole into his brain, tearing shivers down his spine as he watches the band snap as soon as you answer his comment. it's real, but you make it pretty, arching off the bed, thrashing, clamping your thighs together as you cum with strained whimpers.

reluctantly, he takes his wet cock and tucks himself away, hissing as the sensitive head presses against the zipper of his slacks.

"did you guys cum too?" you're asking shyly, ready to end your livestream. gojo cleans his hand on his blindfold with a snort at the viewers complimenting your show.

user203020 chatted: u need to block that rich dude. it's unfair. not coming back until u do

cyberme chatted: so hot, kitten. see you next time!

tittystan chatted: don't go babe i didn't get to cum yet :c

sitting up, you wrap your arms around your legs, chin resting atop your knees. your body still trembles with the aftershocks of your little orgasm, but you pull the laptop closer with a blissfully tired smile to answer questions, goodnight wishes, and thank your viewers for their support.

"thank you so much! if you have ideas for my next stream, leave a reply on twitter," you say distractedly, tapping on your laptop.

gojo's phone buzzes with a notification shortly after and he's not surprised that it's a message sent to his account on the cam site.

xoyoursweetenerxo ♡ : hi >< you were my highest tipper!!! do you have any requests for me?

is what the message reads and gojo wears a big smirk as the cards deal a lucky hand just for him. he cradles his phone in both hands as long fingers fly over the keyboard to reply.

no more time wasted after he's blown away hours, weeks, months on the chase for you.

honoredone89: you know what? i think i do!

honoredone89 is typing . . .

honoredone89: open your door for me.

404 error: this livestream has ended!

somehow, that leads to gojo satoru standing in the middle of your room at jujutsu tech.

you'd barely had time to fix your lingerie and clear the smudges of your lipstick before a familiar rap of knuckles was at your door— the same rhythm gojo knocks against your desk each morning to get your attention.

he looks out of place standing in the frills of your pink wonderland, led lights turning pure white hair the color of blush as he glances around at your bishoujo figurines, sanrio plushies, and special edition manga volumes.

"cute," he comments with an amused smile and points, your cheeks warming as you follow his line of vision to the sailor moon dildo sitting on your sheets, forgotten. "where's the other one?"

"h-how did you know..."

"still inside you, i take it?"

"h-how!" your reaction is adorable, different now that you're in front of him. fiddling with the ribbons of your robe, unable to watch his gemstone blue eyes darken to a deep pit of arousal when you nod.

with the feeling of a hare caught in a trap, you watch as he crosses the tiny space to stand in front of you. crowding you against the kitchenette with his imposing six foot three stature. though you want to shrink away, there is something about him that beckons you closer like the limitless, making you want to stay close to him and soak up more of his attention.

"ah, um- i bought these for you earlier today!" you blurt out to him in a hurried whisper, scrambling to reach for the decorated jar of lollipops you intended to gift to him tomorrow. "there's cream, melon, cotton candy, there's matcha too because i know you like-"

"you scared of me?" he wonders, but he accepts your distraction, plucking a cherry-flavored lollipop for himself, amused.

"no!"

he's very attractive without his blindfold, snowy peaks of hair sitting wild over his forehead. you watch as he unwraps the treat, tasting it for the first time like he's tasting you, his tongue working around it; swirling and licking it obscenely on purpose. waiting for that shift, the shameful press of your thighs even though you just had an orgasm. falling for it, you shyly avert your gaze and gojo fights down a smirk.

"there's no need to be nervous, you know," he soothes, hooking a finger under your chin. the deep croon of his voice curls down your spine, bubbling hot desire in your tummy. "i'm right here with you."

"i-i'm not nervous!" you say, wanting to reassure him that he is welcome even though a small voice tells you to run.

after all, haven't you heard the rumors about him?

compliment him in any busy ladies room and you'll summon rumors that gojo satoru picks cherries like a farmer. that gojo satoru fucks girls high in his penthouse, only to drop them low when he ushers them to the elevator hours later. that gojo satoru—

i don't believe it, and your naive schoolgirl crush on him bats those thoughts away.

"obviously a camgirl wouldn't be nervous, silly me," he nods, tone light and teasing. he tilts his head to the side as he reaches for you, thumb easing your silk robe apart. sensual as he pushes it off your shoulder, a shiver rolling down your spine. "did you mean what you said?"

"what do you mean?"

"in your stream," he hums, skimming up the curve of your neck. fingernails scraping lightly over your pulse, and his cock aches at the strangled sound you make. "when you begged me to touch you, fuck you. did you mean what you said, sweet girl?"

"the tipper... honoredone89..."

"was me, yes," he points to himself, smiling. it takes a little while for realization to dawn and he thinks you're too sweet. god, after he finishes breaking in your cunt, he wants to protect you from men like him for the rest of his life. only after, though. "expecting someone uglier?"

where you should feel mortification, you feel sticky and full of attraction for the older man in front of you. how many times did you fuck yourself on two fingers while watching couples on cam, imagining gojo was there and pressing your legs to your chest while he fucked the inexperience right out of you? how many times did you wish that snarky regular on your streams was actually him?

"g-gojo?" you call softly, peeking up at him through thick fans of lashes. twiddling your fingers together in a gesture so fucking cute, it makes his stomach churn. "can i ask you something?"

"hmm? go ahead."

"how many virgins have you fucked?"

"why? you wanna be my one and only?" he teases, a mocking grin set on his lips. "you're really a virgin... too sweet."

"i didn't say that! i.. it's the reason i started streaming. to learn more! it’s an experiment because i don't know how to make someone else feel good." you're babbling, the words rushing out too quickly as you fidget and grip the hem of your robe, looking down to avoid his eyes. "will you teach me?”

“if i teach you, don’t think i’ll go easy on you,” his grin is wicked before he reaches down to ruffle your hair, as if you’re a precious little gem to him. “it’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetness. it just means i’ll really have to put my back into it!”

putting his back into it means fucking you absolutely dumb, but you don't need to know that yet.

the way he looks at you is an awakening. with a little burst of confidence, you make your own decision; burying your fingers into the collar of his jacket, bringing him down for your first kiss. it's a little awkward with the stick of lollipop in his mouth and your inexperience, teeth and stiff lips until he takes the lead. his lips feel like clouds and you want them everywhere, want to kiss him forever. sink his soft groans into your skin, keep the taste of candy flavored spit on your tongue for the rest of your days as he licks into your mouth, coaxing feelings out of you you've never felt before; kissing you into dizziness.

"please," you pull away, eyes begging— he only needs to be told once.

he takes it in stride, smirking around the stick of lollipop. he draws his hand down, fingers sliding under your bralette to toy with the doughy skin of your breast, rolling a nipple between two pads until the bud pebbles under his touch.

then his path switches, traveling lower and you know exactly where his hand is going. heart fluttering wildly, you whine and nervously press closer to him, hiding your face against the front of his jacket.

but you weren't stopping him, you didn't want to. curiosity coaxes your desire for gojo satoru out of its shell. the entire reason you started exploring the world of porn and cam shows, frustration and curiosity. most women your age had bloomed and blossomed. they were experienced while you felt left behind. never been taken on a date, never been kissed, never been fucked.

a clean slate for the taking.

"i wonder why you're so pretty, hm? been torturing me for months, sweet thing," gojo nudges your feet apart, tongue pushing out the lollipop for one last suck, his lips star candy pink. making you want to kiss him again. "want to taste you instead."

"you mean..."

"don't worry, i'll take good care of you," he gently plucks your hands from his jacket, lowering his lithe body to the floor in a fluid motion. he props one of your thighs over his shoulder, shamelessly spreading your pussy open for him.

cheeks heated, the sight of gojo staring between your legs with a ravenous glint in his eye is too much. your hands fly over your eyes, but he's not having it; reaching up to snatch them down. "good girls keep their eyes open, don't they? how will you learn?"

he hasn't even touched you and yet, lust buzzes an ache between your hips that is driving you crazy.

"good girls deserve to know what it looks like, what it feels like to have me right here,” he continues and leans in to press a trail of kisses to your inner thigh. nips and marks along the fleshiest parts, chuckling at your quiet yips. he slides a thumb between your folds, splitting them to play with your clit. you feel like falling as he circles between your thighs, a gasp hiccupping at the base of your throat before you choke it off.

"g-gojo-"

he builds the anticipation. getting you used to the motion of something familiar before he opens your pussy for business— the sweetest dessert all for him before the main course. "so what do you think? gonna let me taste how sweet this pussy is, angel?"

"what if you don't like the taste?" you hesitate, hand slipping into the milky clouds of his hair. "i-i heard that happens."

"trying to keep it all to yourself?" he teases, eyes shining as he crooks a smile at you. he indulges you with another feathery kiss to your thigh, his hand on your hip, caressing the skin lightly. "there's no way i won't like the taste of you. not when i have this-"

before you know it, he presses something warm and sticky to your clit, replacing his finger. when you realize just what it is, you whimper loudly.

"oh, oh god. y-you're supposed to use your fingers-" you point out halfheartedly. gojo drags the sugary ball of the lollipop against your clit in tantalizing swirls, smearing the sticky cherry syrup across your pussy and mixing it with your own juices.

"i'll clean up after myself, sweet thing," he reassures, nose pressed to the soft curls at your mound, breathing in your heady scent before he tips his head forward to taste you. this is his favorite part- the possessive feeling in his chest once a virgin is on his tongue, knowing he's the first one to look up and see heaven above him. to hear your soft whimpers and feel the unsure tremble of your thighs.

"how does it feel? you like it?" he asks, kissing your clit with a gentle suck that tightens the muscles in your tummy. he licks against you with skill, tongue a warm wetness over your clit. the feeling gojo pulls from you is all new, butterflies between your hipbones as your cunt flutters around emptiness.

"i think i like it, sir. i-it's so-" you whine, the honorific a slip up. ashamed to talk filth to a man you're assigned to bring oversweetened coffee to every morning. it's so easy talking to the men behind your camera. they're blank faces that pay for a performance and to be soaked in the right words. in person, in front of the man who brings you alive, your tongue is tied up in the heat he licks into your throbbing pussy.

"sir, huh?" you can feel his grin spread along your lower lips, his chuckle vibrating against your skin. he stiffens his tongue for a harder lick, quick flits that bathes your clit in bubbly spit, burning pleasure into your nerves that drives you to tears.

gojo's fingers press bruises into your squishy thighs, locking you in his strong hold. he trails the syrupy sphere of the sucker down to your drooling little hole, nudging until he slowly works the candy up into your pussy at the same time he sucks your clit back into his mouth.

you choke out a wet sob, your hands pushing at his shoulders. squirming and trembling, plush walls clamping down around the hard ball of the lollipop with a wince as he fucks it in slow, his eyes focused on the way your walls slurps it inside.

nothing could have prepared you for gojo satoru fucking you with a piece of candy.

"bet your fans would love to see this," he muses, releasing your puffy clit with a shameful pop, a trail of spit and slick connecting you to the sorcerer's chin. "you can barely handle a piece of candy. look at this cute little pussy struggling to take it."

he can't hide his arousal when you taste this good, smacking and slurping like his last meal on earth is between your legs. you release a frustrated whine when he removes the candy, but he appeases you with his tongue— dragging the pink muscle down to curl it into your pussy, the squishy feeling of it making you squeak and grip the edge of the counter behind you.

gojo mumbles a deep groan, tastes so fucking sweet, curling his tongue in and out of you languidly, your squeaks tapering off into breathy pants. he's running out of patience, your noises shooting straight to his leaking cock, but he's determined not to rush. he wants to savor your first time. savor the sweet taste of sugar combined with the earthy flavor of you.

he has to make it good so you remember him after you inevitably come to your senses and make him leave before he breaks your heart.

his palm moves up and lands on your breast, squeezing too hard but you whine for the twinge of pain, placing your hands over his larger one. you hold him like a lifeline as he makes good on his promise of cleaning you all up— drinking down every little drop of candy coated slick until you run dry, until the wet slide against your folds is because of his spit.

"i-i'm-" the stretch of his tongue is so good, your eyelashes wet as you chase the sensation. second orgasm on the brink with his skilled mouth licking and suckling over sensitive nerves. you could end it there, cum on his tongue and let him tuck you into bed after, but you've had enough of not knowing what it feels like to be manhandled down onto a bed, kissed slow, and fucked open by his cock.

you want it to be him and no one else.

"you close?" he reels back, lapping at the entrance to your heat, a tease that makes you cry out. blues flit up to look at you, gaze soft and patient even though his desperation to be inside you has him fraying at the seams. when you nod at him, pushing your hips forward, begging, he grins. "didn't you already cum tonight? who taught you to be so greedy, hmm?"

"i-i'm s-"

"you think you can hold it for me? no, i know you can. hold it for me baby. don't cum."

"n-no, don't! wanna cum, please please- wanna cum so bad!" but he's not hearing it. he pinches your clit meanly until the twinge of pain clouds over your orgasm, laughing lightly as you drive your fist into his shoulder in frustration, a hit that doesn't hurt him one bit.

he pats your mound with a smile but before he stands to his full height, he ghosts his sticky lips over your ankle as he sets your foot to the floor, teeth grazing the anklet you're wearing. a tender kiss that has no business making your heart flutter like that when he's so mean.

"i'll make sure of it, but right now i need you to save it for me, pretty princess. i promise it'll be so much better if you cum around my cock." the sorcerer whispers his filth to your ear, leaving wet kisses along the shell. is it normal for your knees to be so weak? "ain't that what you wanted earlier? want something to fill your pussy up, don't you?"

you're so shivery that you hold onto gojo like your life depends on it. feeling wet and used between your legs already.

somehow, you know that gojo satoru is above what you're able to handle. he's a grown man with years of fucking under his belt and you're an apprentice parading as a camgirl who just had your first kiss. but really, it hardly matters when you want him in too many ways to care anymore.

"i want it, want it so bad, please!" you chant, prepared to get on your knees and beg for it while this otherworldly attractive man grins down at you. you feel like sobbing when he listens, circling his arms under your thighs to lift you effortlessly. legs cling to his waist as he walks the few paces it takes to reach your bed, splaying you out amongst the pillows.

"then i'll give it to you, sweet thing. but first, i think you'd be more comfortable in a familiar setting, hmm?"

he wants to film your first time.

it's filthy and you should refuse, but it's also exactly what you daydreamed of. all those nights honoredone89 watched your streams, you wished he was actually there. in front of the camera with you, back to his chest while he stretched you wide on three fingers and claimed you as his for all of your viewers to see.

you're too shy to actually let your fans watch you be fucked by someone else, but you let him hit record on your laptop, the pink camera at the edge of your bed recording a private show for your eyes only, but giving you the illusion of a livestream nonetheless. "don't pay attention to the camera until i tell you to, okay? eyes on me."

after a small nod from you, he makes quick work of his uniform. unbuttoning his jacket to reveal broad planes of smooth ivory skin. shoving his slacks down, no underwear like you expected so his dick springs out, slapping warmth against your thigh.

it's easy to forget you're being filmed when you’re too busy gaping at him undressing. washboard abs taper off into a carved adonis belt dusted with moonlight hair. and with the eyes of a curious virgin, your gaze peeks down to his cock and it makes your tastebuds water. a perfect balance of long and girthy, the smooth tip blushing pretty and pink.

"can i touch it?" your dewy lashes flutter as you reach forward, wanting to know what the weight feels like in your hand. wanting to brush your fingers over the blue veins, maybe even dip your head down to lap up the pearly precum drooling from the head.

"nuh-uh, but you can feel it," he sucks his teeth in reprimand, catching your hand and brushing an affectionate kiss across your fingertips. "alright, sweetheart. how do you want it?"

"i-i always imagined i'd be on my stomach," you whisper, wanting to sink into your covers after voicing such a thing. a combination of your favorite fantasy position and wanting to hide your face from the camera.

"as you wish."

he obliges, gripping your waist and rolling you over for him, front pressed flat into the pillowy mattress. though your hips are caged in by gojo's strong thighs, you wriggle your legs back and forth, cutely tapping his lower back with your toes.

"i-i hear it's better like this." you mumble into the pillow under your cheek, just to get rid of the silence in the air.

he only laughs at your small talk, kissing your shoulder with care. "oh, sweet girl. i'll show you how much better it is."

nerves flutter in your tummy at that, but you trust him more than anything— more than the women who warned you not to harbor a crush on him. he straddles your thighs, reaching into the pocket of his discarded slacks.

you hear the crinkling of a foil packet being ripped, all the air whistling from your lungs in a shaky breath as you twist around, embarrassed; catching him about to roll a condom over his cock. "w-wait-"

"cold feet?"

"no," god, no. "i- please, you don't have to wear one of those."

"yeah?" gojo snorts with a growing smile, but he shrugs and tosses the protection aside, caution to the wind and no further questions on it. blood rushes to his head quick now, dizzy as he draws your hips up a little until your ass bumps against his stomach. you're so easy to move, so cute and weak, like feathers under him.

his patience was lost long ago, but he's a team player. he gathers the seat of your ass against his palms, a soft peach that jiggles when he squeezes and kneads to the song of your whines, his eyes hypnotized by the jeweled plug. "you've had this in for so long, princess." he draws a long finger down the line of your ass, tugging at the plug gently to see your hole spread. the remnants of the lube you used makes it an easy slide as he pulls it out. tossing it to the sheets.

he coos when you squirm away from him with a soft cry, hurts satoru, and he fucking loves the sound of his given name on your tongue. his thumb rubs over the puckered entrance to soothe the soreness. it would be so easy to sink his finger in, cock up next, but he'll save that for another night. "sorry, princess, i know. i'm just making room. i don't think you're ready to take both yet.. let me make it up to you."

gojo keeps your cheeks spread, slotting his cock in the tight space between your plump thighs. he pushes the thick cockhead through your sopping folds. you can feel the milky pearls of precum smearing along your thighs and cunt with his thrusts, a wet slide right against your heat but it's not enough. "p-please-"

"f-fuck, sweetheart. how are you gonna fit me inside you? look at this."

he's mean for teasing a virgin so much, but he can't help himself. he glances up at the recording laptop; the cam feed showing him your face pressed into the pillows, writhing all over your pretty sheets. fuck, you look so good. he's used to breaking in the starstruck beauties who flock to him, but he plays favorites now— fearing that once he truly has you, you’ll never let go of his heart, his cock.

"i don't- oh god- i don't know, but i want to try, sir," you breathe out through your whines, the honorific only baiting him into getting your way, a true performer. "p-please let me try!"

"such a good girl, even when your fans aren't watching. if you want it, take it then. put it in for me," he almost pleads, wanting to see that you want this just as much and you fucking do. too teased out to feel the jitters fluttering in your heart. you reach behind you, hand fumbling to wrap around his girth. skin feverish after hearing his heavy intake of breath— oh, you did that to him. satoru ducks his head to grip your chin and kiss all over your face, heated presses of his lips reserved for a lover. a distraction for you both as you guide his cockhead to nudge at the entrance of your pretty virgin cunt—

your eyes mist over, crystalline tears clinging to your lashes; losing focus after his hips sink forward. hiding your face in the sheets again, you muffle the depraved whimpers you hiccup out as gojo's cock forces your walls to spread open just for him. white heat slicking your body with sweat as you squirm under him on the bed. he's so fucking long, and he chuckles when you slide a hand down to your stomach to make sure you can't feel him there, too. he feeds you his cock slow so you feel every inch of him, bullying a spot to sit right up against your womb.

"t-too big- oh m’ god, it's too big satoru!"

"you cryin' f' me, baby?" oh, he is aching. no room in the little space your pussy gives him. he struggles to breathe, hair sticking to his forehead as he fights for his composure. he wants to treat you tenderly, break you in the right way, but you're a hot brand around his cock, sucking him in so good it drives him wild.

"s-satoru-"

"you feel that? much better than your toys, isn't it?" he kneels, pinning one hand over your back to keep you in place. "you can take it, cutie. just ease up for me a little, i've got you."

you try to relax, eyes shut and sheets bitten into your mouth. you've never felt anything like it— the intrusion of his cock builds a pressure that none of your toys could've prepared you for. an overwhelmingly tight fit, you feel too full, in over your head. pussy staining his cock with frothy slick as he draws his hips back for an experimental thrust, an emptiness that makes you whine loudly for him to fill you up again.

"talk to me, tell me how it feels, angel."

"o-oh- i don't... i don't know-" you gasp, leaning up on your elbows, a sensual dip in your back, the way you've seen the girls on the nsfw accounts you follow pose. the webcam films your fucked out expression and you're too cock hungry to care about it now, watching it shamelessly on the screen of your laptop.

"can't talk?" gojo taunts, digging his nails into the skin of your ass as he levels his weight into his hips and fucks forward. heavy, deep snaps that furrows your brow cutely, determined as you try your best to take him like you imagine the experienced women who are used to the oppressive force of his cock do.

"want me to slow down?" he asks softly, a little worried. after all, it wouldn't be the first time his dick knocked someone out. but you shake your head rapidly and he cackles, pairing that insane sound with deeper thrusts, sharp hipbones rutting against the back of your ass as he bottoms out again— too deep.

"wan' see your face, please 'toru, please," you blubber into the sheets, but his keen hearing picks it up anyway. stopping is the hardest thing ever, but he pulls out; pushes you onto your back with a hiss.

"can't believe you wanna watch me break in this cute little pussy. what changed?" he goads, but he doesn't wait for your answer. "you know what to do."

shyly, you wriggle down the bed until your hips are flush against his, reaching between the sweaty shadow of your bodies to handle his damp cock again. the stretch is no easier to take the second time, but you know what it feels like. pining for the slight twinge, the hot burn as he spreads sweet fire through your nerves. the weight of his cock fucking your pussy open in slow, teasing thrusts that leaves you whining.

"don't go easy on me-"

satoru listens instantaneously, pounding you roughly as he nips and marks your sweaty skin as his, little love bites along your neck you'll have to cover in the morning. something he never does, but call him attached to you now. "that's all you needed, ain't it? you don't want those sick fucks watching you. just wanted me to make a mess of this pretty pussy."

"y-yes!" you cry against his shoulder and he buries his nose against the pulse point at your neck, inhaling sweet gulps of sex and perfume. a grunt kicks out of his chest as he leaves you, leaning back on his heels to fuck harder, your fingers flying to his forearms as he grips your waist, tugging you forward onto his cock to meet his thrusts.

you become a victim to his skilled fucking, to the harsh slap of his hips that a virgin has no business taking. thighs trembling up a storm, desperately trying to close as his cockhead drags along your gummy walls on the quick pull out, fucking your nerves to a red glow.

"you're so good for me, best girl. so good. keep these legs nice and spread for me so i can fuck this pussy the way she deserves."

neither of you pay attention to the blinking red light of your webcam, too lost in the throes of good fucking. satoru can't keep his eyes off of you as you wriggle desperately underneath him. you're a mess; lips swollen and slicked with spit from your lolling tongue, hair splayed out all over your sanrio pillows while you stare up at him through teary, lidded eyes with the most fucked out look of adoration for the man pounding you, he almost feels guilty.

"s'toru.. satoru- w-will i get to cum again? it feels so- but i can't-"

he loses his final thread of sanity at your little pants and whines of his name. "some girls need it right here, d... don't they, sweet girl?" he says, stuttering when your pussy clenches him in on a good stroke. slick squelches out of you, staining your favorite sheets in a gooey puddle. it's how he knows his cock is fucking you at the right angle, brushed up against that precious spot nestled along your walls. your back arches high off the sheets when he hits it, but a big palm at your belly presses you down, refusing to let you run.

"it feels better right here, too," he tells you, his hand shifting down. drawing sticky shapes of his initials under the hood of your sore, puffy clit— and you've touched yourself enough times to know what the feeling means. the pooling of sweet heat in your belly, the giddy waves of dopamine swirling in your nerves as a man throws you into your peak for the first time. "feel it yet? yeah you do. cum for me like a good fucking girl, make a mess of my cock like it's yours, pretty girl. give it to me."

you're sobbing for him, clinging to him as if he can protect you from the force of your own orgasm. tears welling up in your big eyes as the knot in your tummy bursts so suddenly and you cum, walls fluttering around satoru's cock so tight it pains him to thrust through it. no thought in your pretty mind except the relentless pressure he fucks out of your body. overstimulation sets in too quick and you push at his stomach frantically as your juices splash onto the sheets, wetting all over his hand and bathing down the white trail of hair on his stomach. "i-it's too much, wait-"

"fucking.. fuck, princess- let me go or ‘m gonna cum inside you.. you're sucking me in so tight. f-fuck!" he is only seconds behind you, remembering at the last minute to draw back on his heels and pull his cock out of your weeping pussy. you're still shaking in the aftermath of the best orgasm you've ever had but he’s pinching your puffy lips between his pointer and thumb. it only takes a few rubs of his cock through your swollen folds before he whines low in his throat, grunting and tossing his head back as he spills thick ropes of opaque cum all over your pretty crotchless panties and ruined pussy.

"o-oh.. there's so much of it-" you marvel and when he opens his eyes again on the come down, hips kicking weakly now, he sees you reaching down to run your fingers through the cum he left between your thighs, pinching his sticky seed between your fingers curiously.

you're going to be the fucking death of him.

"yeah, that happens," he chuckles with no breath in his lungs, no energy to tease you about it. he is too dignified to collapse on the bed with a softening dick, in need of a long ass nap, so he leans forward and pets the roots of your hair softly. "you need anything? besides a bath and your diary to give me raving reviews, of course.”

"i..." you start, sitting up and reaching for the closest thing that can cover you besides the stained sheets of your bed: gojo's uniform jacket. you drape it around your front, looking away to hide the vulnerability in your eyes. "can you stay until i fall asleep? you can leave after but.. i don't.."

don't be greedy, is what he would usually tell a woman asking him to sleepover after he's snatched her innocence up and fucked her into a limp. but with you, the sinking feeling in his chest, the months of pocketing your hidden smiles and shy flirtations to think about during his darkest hours, tells him only one thing: he wouldn't have left even if you asked him to.

"i'm not going anywhere."

gojo experiences a first tonight, too. for the first time ever, he doesn't run.

instead, he stays. cleans you up with a warm towel and eases you into clean underwear, though you insist on wearing his jacket as pajamas. he even helps you change your soaked sheets ( with insufferable comments asking if he can keep them. ) you don't know what it means when a man stays after being your first, but your heart feels too warm and a little bit in lo—

"what's that sound?"

you're about to tuck into bed, ready to snuggle in safe and sound with gojo watching over you when his voice speaks up. now that your post-orgasmic haze has cleared a little, you hear it too. the quiet chime of the tip and chat bells ringing wildly from your still open laptop.

the camera at the end of your bed blinking lipstick red from its perch on the tripod.

like.boobs.97 chatted: that bastard is so lucky.

"oh... oh, no!" you squeal, scrambling to shut the laptop down, face burning with mortification. you should have checked, you should have checked. you have to help satoru with his emails in the morning, why did you trust him to click the right button?

you've been streaming to your viewers on the cam site the entire time.

"whoops," is all gojo says, carefree and flippant as ever as he moves to stretch out across your bed like an oversized unbothered cat, drawing you against his body.

"so, you gonna introduce me as your new boyfriend or what?"

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Sandstorms

Pairing(s): Cyno, Tighnari, and Candace x afab!reader 

Warnings: breeding, pet names, fingering, oral, usage of the term “mommy”, biting, dumb-fucked, cuddles, whimpering. 

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple commission for easy Mora. You were coming back from taking photos and gathering relics for the person who commissioned you. (Supposedly they were busy with something else). A sandstorm abruptly swept through forcing you to take shelter. However your savior(s) have come to help.

A/N: describing things is a thing i'm working on and hv no clue how. I imagine it…wait..i can just dra–! 

I can’t write for men…Apologies. I’m a woman enthusiast but won’t mind writing for men. 

MDNI 

words: 2k

Cyno: 

Cyno happened to run into you just before the sandstorm hit. He led you to a cave nearby and said that it was best to stay in until after the sandstorm passes. 

Both of you started chatting about many things. You asked about how he like being mahamatra and he asked you about you life as an adventurer. 

Somehow the conversation ended up about relationships and how you weren't really looking for someone who couldn’t keep the same pace as you. 

He could relate. You admitted that you had a crush on him back when you were both students at the Akademiya.

From there everything is a blur…

“Cy..-Cyno-“ you moaned. His cock buried deep into you as you clawed the floor.  The heat from his body was warming you up more than the campfire. He had a grip on your thighs and refused to let go. 

He kept thrusting in and out. He kept hitting that perfect spot making you see stars and arching your back. The sandstorm didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. 

His grunts and the sound of skin slapping was echoing through the cave. You were close to coming again and he might be as well, due to the now slow and hard thrust he’s doing. He pulled out making you whine and flipped you over on your belly. 

He quickly lifted your hips higher and closer to him, making to face the cold ground. You turned your head to look at him but he pushed your head back to the ground. 

“What the He— nghh- ahh..” He entered his cock back into you. 

Everytime he thrusted you can feel him gently hitting your cervix with how deep he’s penetrating you. 

“I-…I’m c-..coming Cyno..” 

“Go ahead baby..” He was grunting and his breaths were heavier. 

Fuck. You could feel every part of his cock with how tight you were. You came all over his cock as his cum filled you up. He kept it in order to prevent any of his cum from spilling out. Oh dear Archons he wanted you knocked up. 

“Good girl~ taking it all in” Your pussy tightened around him even more hearing those words. Your were tired and sweaty from the heat. It took him a while to pull out because of how tight you were holding onto him. He then made sure to clean you up and let you sleep after that. 

You should bring him with you more often.

Tighnari: 

Tighnari insisted on coming with you and reluctantly you said yes. Now both you were stuck in a cave waiting out this sandstorm. 

“It’s going to be awhile until the storm passes.” Tighnari said as he added more sticks into the fire. 

“Ah. Damn, at least the photos are safe.” You said checking the photos to see if they were actually safe.

“Hey ‘Nari I’m gonna take a nap.” He nodded and you laid down and decided to take a nap. 

You don’t know how long it’s been since you fell asleep but you woke up to a whine and grunts. 

“Tighnari?” you called out for him. The fire was slowly dying out but still provided enough light to see his outline. 

You kneeled beside him and carefully turned him over to see him. His ears were flat down and you could tell he was breathing heavily. 

He curled himself into a ball and whimper. 

“Tighnari? Are you ok?” You asked, worried about his health.

“It’s just a lit–little fever…no worries..” He said trying to maintain his composure, but clearly that wasn’t working. You didn’t believe that it was a fever. 

You placed a hand over his forehead to check for his temperature and instead of a kind response from him, he grabbed your wrists and pinned you down. (dear lord). 

“Please…” He practically moaned. The archons were testing your self-control cause you were about to ravage this man the moment he said please. 

This fine ass man was dry humping your thigh looking for some friction as you laid on the ground dazed. You quickly snapped out of it and you pressed your thigh closer to him. 

“What a pretty sight to see.” You could tell he was getting close to his high by the way he was moving slower but humping harder, but you wanted to have a little more fun with him.

You removed your thigh and stripped your pants and underwear off. You made sure you placed it under you. He understood what you were doing, slightly annoyed at you for stopping but he followed as well. 

You laid him down and positioned yourself on top of him. You started off slow, coating his dick with your own cum. You were going painfully slow, watching him writhe around and while like a cute little dog, it got you excited.

 He was getting annoyed with your antics and forcefully grabbed your hips to lift you up and slam you down straight into him. You moaning loudly at the sudden feeling of being penetrated, but how he filled you up. 

Every thrust made you see stars as strings of moans left your mouth. Your hips started moving on their own, at this rate you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten. 

“I-I’m close” Tighnari grunted out. He clawed into your thighs leaving you crescent shaped moons which made you wince. 

A few more thrust and you came all over him. It wasn’t long until he came inside as well. His cum felt warm and you could feel it dripping down your thighs as you got off him and collapsed next to him. 

He pulled you closer to him and hugged you. 

All you could hear was a thank you and love you as you cuddled him for the remainder of the sandstorm. 

Candace:

It’s been a couple of hours since this sandstorm started and you took shelter in a nearby cave that had some abandoned stuff. 

You rummaged through the things to see what you could find, not much but there was a couple of books, food, and sticks. You noticed a broken cup and decided to move it out the way. As you picked up the shards and placed them in a box, a small shard cut your hand.

“Fuck! Ow…whatever..” 

You weren't far from Aaru village, but this sandstorm would sweep you away if you tried. 

“Y/N?” You heard someone call your name from the entrance of the cave. You turned your head towards the person calling your name and found Candace standing there. 

“Candace? What are you doing here?” You asked.

“Looking for you of course..I got worried when you didn’t come back and assumed you got stuck in the storm.” She said, as she walked over to where you set up a little fire and sat down next to you. 

“How…? How did you get through the sandstorm???” You were hella confused on how this woman managed to find you in this crazy ass sandstorm.

“My shield helped and I know my way through the desert.” She smiled and looked down at your hand. 

“Your hand is bleeding.” She took your hand and noticed some gauze in one of the boxes near you and took it. 

“Oh. I accidentally picked up a broken vase and cut myself.. No big deal.”

“Y/N! You could’ve gotten an infection. I don’t like when you get hurt, you know this.” Candace spoke with a gentle soft voice that made your heart flutter. You chuckled and looked away embarrassed. 

“Yeah I know…sorry Candace…It won’t happen again” You felt her finish wrapping your hand. You were going to check out your hand to see the job well done, but she grabbed your chin and made you look at her. She stared at you intently, looking at every feature you had. 

“C-Candace??!” You stuttered out. It took you by surprise and your heart rate increased. 

“Making sure your pretty face isn’t injured.” You were now staring at her with a flustered face. 

Your eyes trailed down from her gorgeous heterochromic eyes down to her lips. It seemed like she caught on at where you were looking at because the next thing she did was lean into you barely brushing her lips onto yours. Her hands cupping the back of your neck and finally kissing you. 

The next couple things were a blur as clothes went flying and her mouth latched onto your neck. 

“Nghh—- wa-wait!” She pushed you back flat to the ground. 

“So wet already? Just for me?” You could feel her breath close, you threw your head back and covered your eyes in embarrassment. 

She noticed this and grabbed your arms and placed them near your side holding them there. You could see her look up at you from her position, her eyes were filled with lust and admiration. 

She gave a quick kiss on your thigh before diving into your soaking cunt. 

“Such a good girl for me. What a divine taste.” She ate you out like it was her last meal. Her hot tongue played with your clit, gently sucking and biting it as you bucked your hips into her face and hands tangling into her hair. 

For each passing minute, your orgasm was nearing. Her tongue was doing some damage but not enough for you to reach your high.  

“Please— i need moreee” Your voice came out as a whine. Eyes were glossy and drool was dripping down your mouth. 

“Mmm what the magic word darling?” She asked with a sly smirk plastered on her lips. Her fingers teased your entrance and you moaned out. 

“Ngh-ah– M-mommy…pleaseee~” Now your face is completely red. It didn’t even register in your head what you said until it came out. You didn’t care, all you wanted was to cum all over her fingers. 

Her 2 fingers slipped into you easily and started pumping in and out, hitting that sweet spot. Moans and screams of her names left your mouths like a prayer on repeat. 

She added a 3rd finger and pumping harder but slower, making you go stupid. 

“My good slut~ taking it all in easily~” She said in such an angelic voice. She left marks all over your inner thigh. Pretty purple colored your thighs now. 

“‘ s’good…mommyyy!” Praises flowed out of her mouth which made you even more wet than before. 

All you could hear was the sinful sounds coming from your cunt. Her mouth latched back onto your clit, providing more stimulation. Your brain turned to mush and it was no longer moaning of her name but just babble. 

“A-aahh... Ahn... Candace—!!!”  Her fingers kept moving and her mouth sucked. Not a single moment did she stop. 

“O-oh…AHH- COMING!!” Suddenly the knot burst, coming all over her face. You were near passing out but still felt her fingers leave and her tongue licking up all your cum. 

Your vision was blurring and your body felt like jelly. She sat on your lap and sucked on your neck leaving marks. This women had a mission to mark you. 

“That was a nice appetizer, but I'm ready for the main course~” She said, licking her fingers while smirking. 

Archons bless you because you won’t be able to walk, but it will be all worth it. 

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》 pairing: j.yh x f!reader

》 genre: smut

》 wc: 1.2k

》 content: use of sex toys, dom! yunho, perv! yunho, cum eating, pet names (doll), teasing, impact play. yunho and reader just started dating, yunho has a christian grey style fuck room lol.

a/n: thank you for the request! it’s kind of short but I hope you like it! @staytinyinmybpack​

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i’m creaming.. i mean.. creaming.. i mean creaming.. i mean

“three’s a crowd”

tw/cw: first time threesome (MFM), oral sex (f + m receiving), daddy kink, slight exhibitionism, nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie, double penetration, anal sex, first time anal, praise and degradation, slight dumbification, crappy writing, "good girl," “baby girl,” "doll," sweetheart." this is... so long lmao unedited

my submission for @anime-nymph's "firsts collab"

“one time i had a threesome with these two chicks-” hanamaki started, although was cut off by iwaizumi gagging slightly.

“keep it to yourself, dude” he growled, grossed out over the very intense need hanamaki had to retell his old sex stories (the former ace joked it was only to prove that he was having sex).

you giggled, stirring your drink as you boyfriend, issei, leaned in to whisper into your ear, “have you ever had a threesome baby?”

his voice is sultry and deep, purposely making his tone borderline pornographic. it made your legs squeeze shut as you sat up, flushing at his question.

“no,” you whisper back, biting your lip, wondering just what he was insinuating. “have you?” at first, you were just joking around, teasing him slightly, not expecting his response.

“i have.” his hand met with your thigh, gripping your flesh with a cheeky grin, quickly sneaking his hand under the end of your dress. his hand was dangerously close to your cunt, making your breath hitch, feeling hanamaki staring at the two of you with a suspicious gaze.

“have you ever thought about it?” he asked you, his lips were brushing against your ear lobe as he spoke.

you whined his name, embarrassed, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. only by doing so, you missed the look your boyfriend flashed towards his best friend.

issei had been leaving lingering kisses all night, driving your almost insane, uncomfortably shifting where you sat, trying to readjust your soaking wet panties.

you didn't want to have to wait any longer to indulge with your boyfriend, in fact you were itching to get home, not expecting hanamaki to tag along with the two of you, even coming into you and issei's shared apartment.

the strawberry blonde was in the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water while you sat on the couch, your boyfriend by your side, pulling the same antics as earlier.

"you're such a tease," you huffed, leaning into his touch as his finger traced along your collarbone, slowly wrapping his large hand around your neck and bringing you in for a heated kiss.

with your eyes shut, sloppy kissing noises filled your ears, as issei rubbed his hands against your breasts, making you peal back, scared to get too invested in the kiss, despite the throbbing in your core.

you looked over towards the direction of the kitchen, not seeing hanamaki anywhere as issei proceeded to suck on your neck, his fingers trailing down to your clit ever so slowly.

trying to hold back your groans, you shut your eyes, digging your nails into issei's shoulders, feeling him knead your ass, pulling it apart, making you go crazy.

"issei," you panted, hearing footsteps start to approach, trying to pull him off but even you couldn't stop the way your hips jutted forward, so needy for friction. "what about makki?-" you choked out, peaking your eyes open to see that the other man was already standing in front of the two of you, watching, his dick hard.

"i don't think makki minds," he told you with a low chuckle. you made eye contact with your boyfriend's best friend as he sat down on the couch across from were the two of you sat, placing his drink on the coffee table.

you looked at him with wide eyed, feeling him stroke your cheek, soothing your nerves, "unless you mind?"

taking a deep breath, your fists sat against his chest, needed a minute to think. your cunt ached and you realized hanamaki's gaze was only intensifying the feeling. you shook your head, biting your lip.

“and if makki wants to join?” he raised an eyebrow, seeing any sort of dishonest answer. your pussy hurt so bad, needing any sort of relief.

“let him,” you replied.

issei grinned, lifting your dress, exposing your promiscuous undergarments to hanamaki who smirked at the sight. he brought his arms to the back of the couch, leaning back to enjoy the show that you and your boyfriend were putting on for him.

issei moved your panties to the side and you were already dripping with excitement. you could feel the way your juices stuck to issei's finger as he drew it along the folds of your cunt.

"she's so wet- fuck," makki gasped, already palming his dick, trilled on just the sight of your pussy, already so ready for your boyfriend. you moaned, hearing makki’s voice, making you wrap your arms around issei’s neck, using him to keep yourself up.

your boyfriend’s fingers circled your sensitive bud, going so slowly, it was brutal. from over your shoulder, issei looked at his friend, raising his eyebrows, “are you going to join or not?”

hanamaki jumped up, wincing at the friction that it created between his legs, his pants tenting over his crotch. he stood behind you, hand gently touching your back as he reached for your zipper. with a single motion, the dress pooled at your waist, making the men’s mouth water.

“stand up babygirl,” issei told you, running his hand up and down your side, letting you off him to take off the dress completely.

makki, hesitant to touch you, was watching you with lustful eyes, trailing down your body and over your curves.

“you can touch her,” mattsun chuckled, leaning back onto the couch, seeing how you whimpered at the first contact of the other man’s fingers to your flesh.

you touched him back, hands grazing over his chest and now lesser defined abs. hanamaki’s hands found your ass, one of his legs slipping between your own and adding a new pressure onto your clit.

he held your jaw, bringing his lips down onto yours, waiting for his friend to stop him, but issei didn’t say a word while he deepened the kiss.

issei watched as your tongues played around with each other, how you rolled your hips on his thigh. you were so adorable when you were desperate. mattsun looked down at his hard cock, sighing as he palmed it through his pants, clearing his throat, breaking you off hanamaki.

your boyfriend signaled you with his finger, bringing you back onto his lap. issei brought his hand back towards your pussy, “are you gonna let me taste that sweet little cunt of yours?”

“yes daddy.” you nodded eagerly, moving off him, getting on your hands and knees. hanamaki didn’t think you could get hotter, his cock throbbing as multiple pleas for your daddy to touch you rung through the room.

issei tore off your underwear, jiggling your ass cheeks, diving into it and lapping up your preexisting arousal. hanamaki snapped out of his daze at the sounds of your moans, bringing his hips closer to your mouth, putting one of his knees onto the couch.

placing his hand possessively gripped your head, staring down at you with a condescending expression. “gonna fuck that tight throat of yours, alright baby? can you take my cock?”

“don’t worry she can,” issei says, his fingers circling your clit, “‘trained her whore mouth so well.” he then placed his hot tongue into your folds, jolting you forward.

hanamaki had already stripped down to his boxers, teasing you as he slowly pulled them down, letting the drool collect in your mouth in anticipation. his cock slapped against his stomach, slightly curved and a flushed tip, almost making you lick your lips.

opening up for him, hanamaki began to push his cock forward, groaning the way your warm mouth made him feel. the sensation only intensified as your throat squeezed around him; so tight and soft.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, tongue running over his thick shaft, you were in bliss as makki grabbed your head, thrusting forward at a manageable rate. you couldn’t help but moan around his cock as issei’s tongue plunged in and out of you, switching between fucking your hole and sucking on your clit.

with your jaw feeling sore, the roof of your mouth becoming bruised and the need for air approaching, you slid makki's dick out of your mouth. a thick string of drool connected the corners of your mouth and the shaft of his cock. you looked up at him with a fucked out smile, chuckling with glee as you stroked his cock.

hanamaki covered his mouth with the back of his hand, reminding himself not to cum too early, but fuck, you look so sexy, your hair messed up, your makeup smudged, perfectly ruined because of two men.

you made it especially difficult, keeping eye contact as you brought his balls closer to your mouth, running your tongue along his sensitive skin. a shiver ran up his spin, watching as his cock practically covered the entirely of your face.

he huffed, seeing issei pull away from your pussy, hazily staring down at your cunt. the ravenette brought his arms up, tracing your holes with his large fingers. it was lewd, watching your face contort as issei slid them in, your mouth filled with his balls.

"good girl," he praised, his hands slide down your back. "so fucking good to us." he watched as you jerked his cock, the tears streaming down your face only making his balls tighten and his dick twitch.

from behind you, issei was smirking, seeing how you could get his best friend so fucked out, and the three of you had just started. he rocked his dick in and out of your pussy, engulfed in the sticky sounds, catching glimpses of the creamy rings you left around his cock.

though, the sight of you enjoying yourself so much only made him thrust harder, feeling how you gummy walls felt against the veins of his dick. he pushed down on the small of your back, seeing how you arched your back further.

when he felt like he was about to finish, issei pulled out, giving your ass a hard smack. you whimpered, the tip of makki’s shaft once again finding a home inside your mouth.

“get on your back baby,” issei ordered, almost smiling as he saw how quickly you nodded and did as you were told, “that’s it.”

the taller man looked up, “do you wanna fuck her pussy now?”

makki’s eyes lit up like a kid walking through a candy store, lighting himself off the couch and trading positions with issei. he eyed your drooling cunt, stoking his cock and preparing himself to feel the warmth of your pussy.

you arched your back more, squirming, eager to have him inside you. first, makki pushed in his dick, groaning at the way you clenched around him.

the rest of his dick slammed into you as the strawberry blonde chased the pleasurable feeling. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth open, waiting for issei to fill up your throat, although he never did.

instead, issei was leaning back, fisting his cock. his lips twitched into a lopsided grin, watching how his best friend fucked you. your high pitched moans rang through your boyfriends ears as makki brought his hands up against your breasts, squeezing them and toying with your nipples.

he pinched them, rolling your nipples between his fingers until you were yelping underneath him. you were in such a trance, you barely noticed issei sitting up, bringing his balls closer to your face.

"mhh, daddy," you whined as the man showed his balls into your mouth, placing his cock between your now swollen tits, squeezing them together to engulf his dick.

issei let out a grunt, as your saliva coated his balls, your hot tongue swirling around the sensitive skin. he began to thrust forward, making sure your tits were engulfing his cock.

with your body being used, you let them build up a rhythm with issei worshiping your breasts while makki savored the feeling of your warm cunt. though, it was your boyfriend that cut off your fun,

“sit up— both of you.” it caught you off guard as he removed himself from on top of you. sitting up like he ordered, you’d began to get antsy, confused on why issei wanted the two of you to stop.

“everything okay, ‘sei?” you looked up at him, concern seeping in your tone, though you were quickly met with one of his mischievous grins.

he nodded his head, “never felt better, doll, just wanna try something new.” he sat back down, now sandwiching you between the two men. he leaned towards you, nibbling at your ear, “but i’m gonna need your okay, yeah?”

issei proceeded to whisper his lewd fantasy into your ear, makki watching intently as you bite your lips and rubbed your thighs together. with a boyish smile, your boyfriend sucked along your neck before standing up, heading towards the bedroom without a word.

you’d crawled back into hanamaki’s lap, licking your lips and pressing your bare body onto his. his cheeks were flushed, his eyes blown out with lust as you stole another kiss from him, whining into his mouth.

sitting up, you grabbed makki’s cock, lining it up with your dripping pussy. you engulfed him, your nipples rubbing against his as the strawberry blonde's hands rubbed over your ass.

"good fucking girl," he groaned. makki helped you jump up and down on his dick while both of your moans filled the room. it was no secret makki was loud during sex, though the more you squeezed around him the more his pitchy, mouth watering sounds left his lips. if anything, it only make you hump his cock harder.

his hips thrusted up to meet with yours as he grabbed a fistful of your tits, bringing them into his mouth, letting him draw circles around your nipples with his tongue.

it was then that issei came back, for a second not making any noise, entranced by the sight of his girlfriend and his best friend fucking. he could've sworn his dick was aching, slowly stroking it in secret before announcing his presence.

"you're so fucking sexy," issei groaned, kissing your neck and you humped makki's cock. in his hand was a bottle of lube, waiting to be used.

"fuck, it feels so good," hanamaki panted out, in his own world, high of the clenching of your pussy. issei popped the cap open, lathering his hands in the substance, first coating his dick with it and then inserting his now wet fingers into your other clenching hole.

with just his index and middle finger, you could swear you were so full, head tipping back as you clutched onto hanamaki's shoulders, even digging into his soft skin.

"taking it like such a good girl, baby," issei curled his finger, as if he was playing with your pretty pussy.

though, with all the stimulation, you could feel yourself going dumb. the rolling of your hips seemed to slow down and the words that slip past your lips became meaningless mummers.

"look at that, mattsun, she's already gone stupid and you haven't even put the tip in." makki's quick comments earned a chuckle from your boyfriend, who firmly grabbed his dick, letting it poke at your asshole.

you couldn't say anything to stop the other man's teasing, trying to get rid of all the tension in your body as you felt issei stretching you open in new ways.

"shit, i love you so much baby," issei groaned, the feeling of lust and desire making his head spin a little.

he saw how you squirmed, rocking back towards him, trying to get more of his cock. with a light yet domineering slap to your ass, he muttered under his breath: "so greedy."

your whimpered, clinging onto your boyfriend's best friend as you were finally adjusted to having both your holes filled to the brim.

"please move, daddy." were the first coherent words you let out since issei had startled fucking with your ass.

makki moaned just at your voice, so sweet and needy, willing to let your daddy to anything he wanted. with tears stuck on your lashes, he got the blessing of seeing the way your face contorted as both of them began their quick and rough thrusts.

for you, it felt like a long, blissful experience, feeling every touch, lighting your skin and your sex on fire. with each grunt, or huff that made their chest fall, the sensation of their cocks deep inside you made you tense up, a familiar feeling beginning to form in your stomach.

you clawed into hanamaki once more, while his own hands dug into the fat of your ass, moving you in circles on his twitching dick. all while issei had a steady hold on the back of your neck with one hand, and a tight grip of your waist.

letting out a loud cry, you tired to let them know you were close, knowing your orgasm was building up. your legs were shaking, your breaths were quick and mixed together with whines of pleasure.

"yeah, i'm close too babygirl." issei only pounding into you harder, as his friend nodded while speeding up himself. the tight gaping of your ass was already enough to send him over the edge, but issei needed to wait until you came.

your eyes squeezed shut, loosing yourself in your high, your vision even going white for a brief moment as hanamaki was the first one to follow suit.

quickly, he managed to pull out, painting your stomach and boobs with his white, hot cum.

next, was issei who resting his forehead on your shoulder as he reached his own climax, rutting into your ass as much as he could without overstimulating himself.

your tight, virgin asshole had been filled up perfectly, cum even dripping down the curve of your ass as you wiggled, trying to keep it in.

issei leaned closer to your face, peppering you with kisses, while you were nearly about to collapse. both men held you in their arms. makki soon ran to get a towel and some water as your boyfriend continued to comfort and praise you.

"maybe next time we'll have a foursome," issei joked around, seeing how you giggled and nuzzled into the crook of his neck, "i bet you're desperate for hajime's cock in your mouth, hm?" though this earned a playful punch.

(reblogs help!)

too far away to hold me

Anon asked: bully!samu twisted hurt/comfort,,, where other guys on campus see y/n as easy pickings and try to bully her n somehow the bullying is worse w these strangers ;-(( bc y/n has gotten used to osamu actually

samu doesn't find out until after a while (maybe bc he doesn't ask what's goin on in y/n's life much or she kept it from him) n he's just like 😡😡😡 y/n is MY bully target!!!

you can read all about bully!osamu here if you want context on his relationship with the reader!

this was long-overdue 🥺 i'm finally back in nyc and i'm hoping to update more!!! 🖤

words: 3.3k

cw: fem!reader, bullying, name-calling, physical violence, college au, hair pulling, jealously, possessiveness, toxic relationship, slight dacryphilia, unprotected sex, minors dni

Osamu was getting annoyed.

Noticing that you had been stressed out lately, Osamu decided he’d be nice for one day in his life and treat his little cry baby to a night out after class. He waited outside the room for you to come out but you never did. One by one, all your classmates left, and eventually so did your professor. Already growing frustrated, Osamu was about to barge into the room when he heard your voice.

“I told you no, Daishou,” you mumbled softly, grabbing your books. The boy Osamu doesn’t recognize stops you, grip strong on your wrist and that’s when he slams the door open, startling both of you. “Samu—”

Osamu pulls you to his side, barely giving the other boy any attention before getting you out of the room. He doesn’t say a word as he drags you down the hall to his car. Osamu when he’s red in the face and screaming at you was easy to deal with but when he's quiet like this, you’re a bit more worried. “Samu, I told him no—” Osamu turns the car on, interrupting whatever excuse you had ready on the tip of your tongue.

He’s not an idiot, he knows you were trying to push this Daishou kid away. But you were either too nice or too stupid to get the job done. “Who was that?” he asks. Part of him wants to take you back to his place and pound you into the mattress but he figures that could wait, choosing to take you out like he originally planned.

“He’s just some guy in my class,” you explain, twiddling your thumbs, too nervous to look over at him. “I think he wants to go out or something, but I keep telling him I’m not interested.” This gets his attention. Osamu never labeled himself as your boyfriend—you two definitely weren’t dating—but he always felt entitled to you, so hearing that some punk kid trying to come on to you pissed him off.

“Is that all?” Osamu figures you’re hiding something from the way you won’t meet his eyes. Usually, Osamu can’t get you to stop talking about something but you’re keeping your answers short with him today. You let out a small “mmhm…” and Osamu knows there’s more but he decides not to press you.

By the time you two got back to his place later that day, you were exhausted. You were shocked that Osamu bothered to take you out tonight, it’s very rare that he’s so nice —at least, in his way. You could handle the teasing comments made at your expense, it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. He even seemed to be softer than normal.

The front door slams behind you and strong arms circle your waist. “Samu…” you whine, feeling his along your jawline, thick fingers slipping past your jeans. This also wasn’t a surprise, you were wondering when he was gonna get his hands on you. Osamu had a habit of getting jealous anytime someone else got in your personal space. It wasn’t going to take him long to stake his “claim” on you.

“Been wantin’ to do this all day,” he says against your skin, sighing when he feels the slick folds of your cunt against his fingers. “Keep actin’ like a dumb little girl and someone might steal ya away from me.” You can feel his hardening cock pressed against your ass, timidly palming him from behind which forces a growl from his chest.

You two don’t make it to the bed, Osamu bends you over the kitchen counter and tugs your bottoms off. His lips don’t leave your neck, sucking deep purple bruises into the skin and, knowing him, he won’t let you cover them up tomorrow. His thick cock stretches your pretty cunt, ramming into you over and over. You can’t help the tears that fall from your eyes, running down your cheeks. It brings a sick smile to Osamu’s face.

“There’s my fuckin’ cry baby,” he croons condescendingly, pulling your bra down to get at your breasts. The way you sob as he pulls on your nipples will never fail to get him hard. He could tell you like it too with how your cunt choked his cock whenever he manhandled you. “Dirty bitch, bet you’d let anyone use you, hm?”

You’re gripping the counter, trying not to fall over with how harshly Osamu’s movements are. “Just you,” you keen, pain turning into pleasure just like it always does.

Oh? You’re not always receptive like this, giving into Osamu’s possessive nature. Honestly, he wished you’d fight him more often but Osamu can’t ignore the rush of pleasure coursing through his body upon hearing those words come from your lips. “What was that, stupid? Can’t hear ya when yer fuckin’ mumbling like that.”

His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head up. “Just you, Samu!” you cry, tears properly flooding from your eyes now. Your gasps of pain contradict the way you’re clamping down on him with your walls. He groans in your ear, hips moving faster as his cock kisses your cervix. Osamu never warns you when about to cum, not when you make that dumb little look of shock every time he does it. But you always have a tell, your thighs start to shake and you grip the nearest surface for purchase.

Fucked ya dumb already? He thinks as he brings his free hand down to fondle your clit. Osamu’s name falls from your mouth over and over while you cream around his cock, almost falling over yourself if it weren’t for his grip on your hair.

Osamu cums inside you, filling you deep with his thick seed. You let out a whine of discomfort, but Osamu slaps your thigh to get you to shut up. He pulls out, leaving you a trembling, pathetic little thing clinging to the countertop as he watches his cum run down your leg. Just to be mean, he collects some of his spunk on his fingers and fucks it back into your cunt, laughing when you cry from sensitivity.

He helps you off the counter before leading you into the bathroom. He starts a bath for you, grumbling the entire time that you were too dumb to do it yourself. But he’s so gentle helping you into the tub, undressing and settling in behind you. “Kiss me?” you ask quietly. Osamu rolls his eyes, grabbing your face and pressing soft kisses against your lips.

You wish Osamu didn’t make you tag along to these things. It wasn’t that you didn’t like his friends, Kita and Aran were sweet and Suna always had a funny meme on his phone to share, but you’d much rather be at home, trying to convince Osamu to cuddle with you on the couch.

But Osamu didn’t ask you to do things. “Can’t you just go without me?” you had complained, not really wanting to put in the effort of changing out of your sweats.

“The boys want to see ya and last time they bitched the entire time when ya stayed home,” Osamu explained, steam still coming off of him from the shower he just took after getting home from the gym. Osamu wasn’t a huge fan of parties either but his friends invited him out and they wouldn’t leave him alone until he promised to bring you.

You were still whining about not wanting to go when Osamu had grabbed you, pressing you close to his still-naked body. “Don’t get all bitchy with me tonight,” he growled in your ear, rubbing his cock against you. "Be a good little dummy and you’ll get this fat cock.” He humps against your ass, forcing a sigh of pleasure from your lips before he releases you, laughing at how easy it was to rile you up.

Which is how you ended up in some rando’s house, sitting on Osamu’s lap while Suna showed you his favorite TikToks. His old teammates seemed to be the only boys Osamu didn’t mind you getting chummy with. Maybe because they’ve known you two (and his brother) for so many years. They were aware how weirdly possessive Osamu got when you were out of his sight for too long—they had seen it firsthand with how he acted when you were with Atsumu. They knew not to pry about the relationship you two had. Maybe they just knew not to poke a sleeping bear.

The party wasn’t too bad. You chatted up some of your classmates and Osamu even loosened up for once, laughing with his buddies and taking a few shots every once in a while. When Osamu had a bit of alcohol in his system, he was sweeter than usual. He pressed a few kisses to the side of your head, whispering how good you looked in your dress. Suna teased you for blushing and you elbowed him, mumbling “it’s not like that”

“Who’re you trying to convince?” Suna said back, you opened your mouth to tease him when you heard someone calling your name.

“Is that my favorite classmate?” you grimaced once you recognized him, sleazy green eyes meeting yours. Daishou slithered his way from the other side of the room, standing in front of where you were sitting with the boys. “Didn’t think I’d find you here.”

Osamu must have felt your body tense because his arms tightened around your waist, steel eyes glaring at Daishou. “Don’t push yer fuckin’ luck, kid,” he says, alcohol heavy on his breath. Daishou falters for a second but his sniveling smirk is back on his face almost immediately, taking a step as if he’s about to reach for you but Osamu is quick to stop him. “Walk away from her now. I won’t be askin’ again.”

You could tell Daishou wasn’t ready to give up just yet, but his chances against Osamu and three of his teammates weren’t looking great. He gave you a quick wink before heading back into the crowd of faceless people. Osamu was still stewing, grip on you never wavering. Kita and Aran initiate conversation while Suna grabs him another drink. But it’s your hand on top of his that calms him down.

After a while, things are back to normal. You take a few glances at the other party go-oers and can’t find Daishou anymore. For once, you feel relieved and even a bit adventurous. You grab Osamu’s hand, getting his attention. “Dance with me,” His eyebrow quirks.

“That desperate to get me close to ya, dummy?” he slurs, eyes growing heavy. His words hold no venom, it’s second nature at this point to call you that. Osamu doesn’t put up much of a fight when you pull him to the center of the room, holding him close as you sway to the music blaring from the speakers. You’re bound to get an earful tomorrow when he sobers up. He’ll probably take you from behind, taunting you for acting like such a “needy whore” tonight. The thought sends surges of pleasure through your body.

Osamu grinds into you chuckling deeply in your ear while you wrap your arms around his neck. Most people are probably confused when they see you two—Osamu’s mocking you one minute and kissing you the next. The whole time you’re in his shadow, never too far away. You figured out a long time ago that it’s really nobody’s business what you two do at this point, somehow it’s managed to work all these years.

You two danced for a bit more before you pulled away from his side and, almost immediately, his arms reached out for you, a stern look on his face. “I just need to pee,” you tell him and he, reluctantly, lets go of you. He grumbles something about not making him wait before you walk away.

The bathroom downstairs was occupied so you headed upstairs and, thankfully, it was empty. You washed your hands when you were done, thinking about stopping to get another drink in the kitchen before going back to Osamu. You probably shouldn’t make him wait too long but he’s having a good time tonight, so he might just go a bit easy on you today.

You step out of the bathroom, ready to head back downstairs when you feel someone snatch your wrist. For a second, you assume it’s Osamu but the body you’re pulled into feels unfamiliar. You feel your skin crawl when someone whispers into your ear.

“Finally got you separated from your little bodyguard,” Daishou says, crowding your personal space until he has you backed into a wall. You’re quick to open your mouth, ready to tell him that you’re not interested in anything he wants. But Daishou leans in close as if he’s about to kiss you. “Don’t get a fucking bratty with me, I just want to talk.” You want to push him away but you’re frozen, unsure of what to do. Osamu will come to look for you if he notices you’ve been gone too long, right? But he’s been drinking so much tonight, you’re not sure if it slipped his mind.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you say, hand on his chest to try to place some distance between you, but Daishou grabs it, nails digging into your skin.

“Why? Your fucking boyfriend gonna get mad or something?” the way he says the word makes you cringe, which he notices right away. “Not your boyfriend? Then why were you dancing with him like a slut out there?” You pluck enough courage to shove him away, trying to race down the stairs back to your friends when you feel Daishou’s fingers in your hair, tugging you back to him. “Stop being such a fucking bit—”

It happens pretty quickly after that. One second you’re in near tears as Daishou’s pulling your hair at the root, the next Daishou’s on the floor holding his jaw. You look up and Osamu has you in his arms, eyes practically bulging out of his head in anger. He doesn’t say a word while he snatches your hand, forcing you down the stairs and past his teammates who’re dumbstruck. Too drunk to drive, Osamu decides to walk the couple of blocks to his house, dragging you along with him.

“You’re hurting—” but Osamu keeps yanking your arm anyway, not letting you stray too far away. It’s hard to keep up with his pace, every so often you’ll end up nearly tripping on yourself.

“He’s done that before, hasn’t he?” Osamu asks, reaching for his keys with his free hand as you two near the house.

“Never that rough,” you admit, shrugging your shoulders. “Usually he’ll just say mean things to me, never shoves me around like that.” Osamu opens the front door, gestures you inside first before locking it behind him. He’s pissed, angry in a way you’ve never seen him.

He reaches over and grabs you by the jaw. “Why the fuck did ya not tell me?”

It’s hard to look him in the eye but Osamu tightens his grip, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I didn’t think it was a big deal. I mean... you do the same thing.” His hold suddenly loosens, eyes boring into your soul as his brain registers what you told him. “You do the same thing” Now Osamu’s wondering if Daishou’s the only one who’s treated you like this when he’s not around. He wonders how much you’re not telling him.

“Excuse me?”

You furrow your brows at him as if he asked a stupid question. “Oh, come on, Samu. Like you never pulled my hair before? Or spilled beer all over me at a party?” you cross your arms. “Or flipped my skirt up to look underneath?” You must not notice the way Osamu tenses up. Was someone else touching you like he did?

“Who else?” he takes a step close to you, eyes widening as all the thoughts start playing in his head. Has someone else been picking on you? Fucking you? Dumb little y/n that’s always been his to torment? “It’s not just Daishou, who else has it been?”

You wonder what has Osamu so upset but you tell him anyway. You tell him that Daishou’s the only one who’s gone as far as putting his hands on you but that doesn’t stop other people from teasing you. There’s Matsukawa in your chem class who slaps books out of your hands every other day. Konoha who forces you to let him cheat off your exams in calculus. Futakuchi who makes comments about your ass on days you wear a skirt. “They see how we are and they think I’m easy pickings…” You can’t believe Osamu’s never noticed—maybe it’s because people only dare to do it when he’s not around.

Osamu says nothing the whole way back to his house, doesn’t even bother slamming you against the wall and having his way with you like he normally would when he’s pissed off. Little do you know, Osamu is stewing. Your words keep replaying in his mind along with the names of everyone you mentioned.

He’s got some work to do.

The next few days are... weird to say the least. Daishou turns up to class with a busted lip and actively avoids you. No more comments under his breath or trying to grab at you when the professor isn’t looking. You weren’t surprised by that with the way Osamu leveled him to the ground. Daishou definitely isn’t looking for a rematch and you wouldn’t be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying how he cowered every time he walked past you.

You gripped your books before heading to chem a few days later, knowing Matsukawa would snatch them out of your hands once he got the chance. But as you round the corner, you notice that one of his hands is wrapped up with tape as if he sprained it or something. Instead of tripping you or slapping your books away, Matsukawa pulls your chair out for you and says he’ll carry your books to your next class. Still, you don’t think much of it.

It starts getting really weird when Konoha is offering to do your homework for you. Apologizing for all those times he’s cheated off of you, even asking if he could study with you sometime before taking back his invitation, eyes looking everywhere but at you. But it’s when Futakuchi Kenji walks into class that you’re truly puzzled.

It was a hot day and you groaned when you remembered you had class with Futakuchi today. Whenever you wore a skirt or a pair of shorts to alleviate the heat, you could feel his eyes leering at you. He’d sit next to you and lightly brush the material against his skin. Mumbling an “oops” under his breath he’d grab at your thighs, raking his fingers down them.

But today Futakuchi shows up with a black eye and keeps his hands to himself, not even sparing you one single glance. When you call him out on it, he doesn’t say anything—just looks down at his hand like he’s scared. The few times you two end up brushing against each other, he’s quick to apologize and scoot as far away from you as possible. When class ends, you try to make conversation—to try to understand what’s his damage. But Futakuchi books it once the professor dismisses you all.

Strange.

Little did you know, Osamu’s been keeping himself busy. Tracking down all those boys who think they can lay a claim on you—who thought you would be their little punching bag. Those fucking losers didn’t know who they were messing with. Osamu’s had you in his clutches since the playground. Of course, they didn’t listen at first when Osamu told them to stay the fuck away, but he’s always been good at persuasion.

And now that he has you laid out on his bed babbling about how “fucking good” his cock feels, Osamu can rest easy knowing that nobody will try to mess with you anymore.

You belonged to him and him only.

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𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 — sakusa kiyoomi.

no. the msby manager and sakusa kiyoomi are not dating. there is no correlation between you and the crimson scratches that adorn his back.

a/n: first proper omi piece hope he sounds hot tbh. i love writing him as a jackass :^)

tags: secret relationships / dating, voyeurism, public sex wheyyy, fucking in the locker room cause we’re hot like that, kiyoomi is a prick, degradation, slight size kink, underwear stuffing lmfao, cockwarming kinda, hickeys / love bites + marking in general, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, slight thigh riding, almost getting caught fucking lmao, choking, creampies

w.c: prob about 1.4k

Sakusa Kiyoomi is tired.

It’s evident in the way he handles you. It’s evident in the way his eyelids flutter shut, brows screwing and a strained moan spills out of him when your pussy clamps down onto his cock. It’s because it is wholly your duty, as the MSBY manager, to ensure that the players are at their best. It so just turns out that you’ve managed to find a soft spot for Sakusa.

To the public and to the press most certainly, it’s ‘Just my manager. Nothing more, nothing less.’ You’ve heard thousands, though that could be considered a gross understatement, of the sheer amount of rumours. Questions. Photographs. Videos, even. Each and every single one of them have been shut down.

You and Sakusa Kiyoomi are not dating. There is no way around it. There is no concrete proof, either.

“When you beg me for my cock like that? It’s embarrassing.” Sakusa seethes, corner of his lip threatening to curl into a smirk because it is just so, so amusing to him. How wet and fucking desperate his sweet little manager gets for him.

“Are you cockhungry? Because I don’t get it. I fucked you just this morning, and you wanna go again? Sheesh. Trying to make me late for work or what?” Sakusa inquires, eyebrow curled up in contempt and his middle finger eases back into your cunt, swallowing him in so so easily. Sakusa’s tongue is nothing short of rude and blunt, his words slicked over in condescension as per usual. His digit gets absorbed into your plush, gummy walls and your pussy sucks him in down to the knuckle.

“Aren’t you worried that people will be suspicious? If we’re both late?”

You and Sakusa Kiyoomi are most certainly not dating. Sakusa Kiyoomi isn’t in love with you. He laughed outright at the idea when a reporter came up to him, straight up pulled his mask down and laughed into the microphone.

“I’m not interested in women like her. She’s too disobedient and bratty for my tastes.”

Sakusa Kiyoomi likes his women the same way he likes his private affairs, quiet and respectful. Wants a woman that’ll listen to him, and he’ll listen to her. Everything comes full circle in the end, and everyone’s happy.

That’s why Sakusa loathes reasoning with you. When you whimper and scream around his cock, begging him to fuck you more, that you really really do ‘Need him, so so bad’. And all he’ll ever respond with is, “No, you don’t. You don’t need me to function. You just want my cock.”

And that’s why you loathe reasoning with him. When he gets antsy, desperate for your touch— to feel the slick of your warm cunt around his shaft, and he just can’t wait to get home and pound all his frustrations into you. Whenever sometimes he’s almost off the rails, sanity and his pride hanging in the balance and Sakusa’s about to risk it all— put your months of a secret relationship under jeopardy because he’s too horny.

It’s happened once, and it’ll happen again. After a late night match when most of the crowd had gone home, and very few reporters happened to be buzzing around the place. The other team were just about getting ready to leave and go home, but the MSBY wouldn’t be the MSBY if it weren’t for two certain energetic opposite hitters that were on for extra practice. Hence, no one really batted an eye at you taking a seat on Sakusa’s lap. You’ve done it a few times before, balanced out the equation by begrudgingly sitting on Atsumu’s and Hinata’s lap, too. Sakusa was quick to give you an earful about that once you two got home, of course in the form of making you cry and squirm around his thick cock.

Sakusa’s digits trained themselves on the hem of your skirt, his solid and heavy torso aligned with your vertebrae perfectly. You remember swatting his prying digits away, scoffing and digging your boot into his leg so that he’d stop screwing around.

“Get off me, then.” Sakusa murmured with a small scoff, tearing his face away from your neck and summoning all his courage to not kiss it.

“No. Contrary to your shitty personality, you make for a great seat.” You retort, shifting your bare cunt around Sakusa’s thighs. You whimper and gasp a little when you manage to seat yourself so that your clit hugs his toned leg just right.

“Last time I checked, people usually sit on seats with their underwear still on. Did you forget to wear yours this morning?” Sakusa monotoned, bouncing his right leg up and down and grinding his muscle into your clit. The fabric of his shorts rode up, leaving your wet slick staining and smearing against Sakusa’s bare thigh. His hands dug into your waist cruelly, fingertips crushing and he bit back a choked groan.

“My underwear is in my bag, Omi.” You choked out thickly, swallowing the knot in your throat. When you tried to straighten yourself to alleviate the pressure that Sakusa kept steadily applying to your clit— he just seized your lower half and pulled you back down. You were forced to endure the teasing, that apparently he was teaching you a lesson because you knew better than to try to screw him in front of his team mates.

It didn’t seem to be a very long lived lesson, because he ended up shifting his track jacket off— placing it over your lap and pulling it around so that no one would be able to see that his shorts were partially off; dick stuck out and sheathed inside your warm cunt. Though, to prove a point, he stated that he wouldn’t finish fucking you if you even tried as much as bouncing yourself off his dick. Proved to be effective, because you were quietly sobbing the entire time for him, complaining about how sore and wide your cunt felt in a bittersweet sensation.

So far, Sakusa’s fought his demons valiantly, time after time. The amount of days he could count where Atsumu was trying to rub you the wrong way with his awful dialect and shitty jokes. You’re civilised and a nice human being, not like Sakusa who would just tell his teammate to shut up. You will never understand his ache, the pure and unadulterated desire that Sakusa withheld where he just wanted to pick you up by the collar of your shirt and smash his lips onto yours.

It’s in the way Sakusa’s fans will peer up at him with their big doe-eyed gazes, orbs glossing over in appreciation and glorifying him as some sort of deity— looking at him as though they cannot and will not try to see anything greater. It pisses him off, scowl thick under his surgical mask because all he can do is nod nonchalantly, sometimes not speaking at all, and his dark eyes bore into your frame in the distance. You offer him an apologetic smile but he dismisses it with an eye roll, because what good will that do him?

What good will it do him when he’s currently leaned against the dripping wet shower tiles, head tilted back and eyes screwed painfully shut? When his cock is balls deep inside you, your eyes wide and his palms stuffed into your mouth because you can’t whimper, let alone make a singular sound?

God. The absolute fucking horror. Sakusa was so sure that everyone on his team had gone home, and here come Atsumu, Hinata and Bokuto— all screeching and laughing in the changing rooms. The worst offenders of them all, and the best part is that the raven-hair has to physically lift you up and keep you just a little bit off the ground. Why? Because of whatever corporate demon that decided to design the lockers with a) a joint shower and b) stalls that didn’t reach all the way down.

Sakusa can lie about the peeking hickey that threatens to jump out of the line of his shirt, say that he slept weird or that he just ‘bruises easily’ and no one will bat an eye. But when there’s another pair of feet in a shower stall? There’s not much that’s up for debate.

But you can see the conflict in Sakusa’s gaze. His heavy, clouded gaze and his eyebrows are knit— lips downturned into a small frown of thought. He’s thinking, analysing the best way to get out of this. Truth be told, he doesn’t see much difficulty in supporting your weight. It’s nothing to him, and the thought alone makes you flutter around his cock. In response to your walls tightening, he screws his face at you as though to scold you for abruptly ruining his concentration. And yet? He slowly, very slowly, pulls himself out until only his tip kisses the entrance of your cock before slamming in. The loud and obscure slap of his balls leaves both of you wincing, but there’s no indication from the rest of the team to signify that they heard.

So maybe. Maybe he should think of a way to get out of this, but every single lingering second of his eyes scanning your body lead to tantalising and mischievous thoughts that plant into his brain.

You’re so distracting to Sakusa. Every fibre of your being oozes of an emotion that he can’t quite put a word on. You’re eye candy to him, with the way your legs tangle at his waist, arms interlocked and straddling him around the neck. It’s the way you bat your pretty lashes at him, head slightly tilted in curiosity and you’re trying to figure him out. Sakusa loves when you do that, as though you could ever comprehend what he’s thinking inside his brain.

He knows you’re impatient, he’d be stupid not to realise with the way you keep angling and grinding the base of your hips against his cock. Attempting to rut his shaft and drag him around your walls, since you can’t really bounce with half your back propped up and resting against the stall door. Sakusa’s earlier point of you being a disobedient brat kicks in when you start biting down onto his digits, brows creased and you pant around him. It’s like you want to get caught.

Sakusa’s free hand flies to your throat, thudding your head against the door with a small bang. And fuck, your wet pussy clenches around him like a vice. You’re so filthy for him, always have been. He wants to tell you that, but he can’t.

“‘S that Omi? Ya okay in there, dude?” Atsumu calls out, rounding the corner and his tone’s thick with concern.

“I’m fine. Go away.” Sakusa barks, tone vicious and leaving no room for remorse. The last thing Sakusa wants is Atsumu on the other side of the same door where he’s fucking into his own god damn girlfriend.

“‘Kay well fuck ya too then. Was just tryin’ to be nice.”

“Good for you.”

“Yea! It is good for me, ‘cos I’m a decent human being. Ain’t all moody n depressed like you are.”

“Just fuck off, Miya.”

“Yeah, okay.” Atsumu murmurs, dejected. “‘S fine. Omi’s on his man period again. Nuthin unusual.”

So maybe from your past experiences you’d learn, learn that you two really should just wait until you get home.

But that doesn’t stop either of you, why would it?

Doesn’t stop Sakusa from stuffing your soaked, damp panties into your mouth cause you’re babbling like a little bitch whenever you’re fucked with your legs bent up. You can both hear the deafening screeches of volleyball shoes kicking against laminated floors outside, but here you are. Crying and sniffling, puffy and abused cunt filled wide to the brim with Sakusa’s dick— his warm cum trailing down the sides of his shaft and pooling in excess onto the bench below.

Sakusa Kiyoomi is not dating you, but maybe, just maybe, one day he’ll finally throw in the towel and say he doesn’t give a shit about the press.

That’s how you find yourself, back of his car and you feel the crisp metal of Sakusa’s wedding ring glide against your swollen clit.

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