Hmm? Oh what am I doing? Oh yk, just thinking abt Fratjo! who loves to play the faux gentlemen.
He loves to hold the door open for you, dawning his signature shit-eating grin as he bows his head and proudly proclaims āafter you maāam.ā His first response when you call his name is always, āYes maāam?ā In that annoyingly charming voice thatās drawn out and so smug you can feel the grin from a separate room.
Youāre not necessarily older than him either; you very well may be years younger and heāll still make it a point to āuse his mannersā
The truth is, the term āmaāamā to Gojo isnāt a sign of respect, becauseā contrary to popular beliefā Gojo treats you nothing like a lady. Especially not when he has you pinned against the bed with his fingers locked endearingly against yours while his hips snap forward at a jackhammerās pace.
One hand is digging bruises into your hips while his teeth leave their own marks against your shoulder. You can hardly hear it over the squelching sounds of your honeyed cunt, but each thrust is punctuated with a devastatingly pathetic whimper.
When his pace finally comes to a slow, you expect him to sit up, still sporting that stupid smile; instead, you find that his grip on you has tightened,and when you finally see his face, you feel your pussy flutter with utter excitement.
Because not only is Fratjo! Satoru not smilingā heās on the verge of tears. His face is flushed pink and thereās a small string of drool slipping down his chin as he breaks contact with your shoulder. Heās pussy drunk beyond belief, his hips moving on sheer will alone.
āYou okay āJo?ā
He lifts his head, eyes glazed as he tries to maintain his persona āYes m-mommyā
The world freezes for just a moment, and within mere seconds, heās cumming ropes, his thrust becoming microscopically deeper (as if he didnāt already reach your womb beforeā). He lets out a loud whine, collapsing forward, still pumping shallowed thrusts that cause your combined essence to web each time he pulls back.
He whines into your shoulder one more, his ears burning red as he refuses to make eye contact. Though you can feel his cock jolt to life when you whisper in his ear.
āWanna try that again, baby?ā
I dream abt pathetic fratjo oftenā¦
Also yes I think he has a mommy kinkā you got a problem w that??
OVERVIEW: following a lead into a pleasure den alongside detectives gojo and geto, chaos ensues when you accidentally breathe in a potent aphrodisiac.
CW: mdni, suguru x reader x satoru, fem!reader, theyāre all horrible detectives, reader under the influence for a bit, smut, smut, dry humping, sloppy kisses, threesome, marathon sex, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), satosugu sneak cuz they eat it at the same time, oral (m receiving), throat bulges, unprotected sex, hair pulling, choking, spitting, nipple play, flipped eiffiel tower, 6.3K words.
AN: anon surprise shawty! first threesome fic yay (?)
art by @/thatsallitchief
a woman is getting eaten out on the round table.
her body lies atop it like a lavish spread. chocolatey brown hair splaying against the wood in lustrous waves that ripple as she tips her head from side to side. cherry wine lips part on a moan loud enough to make you wince.Ā
she sounds like sheās being dipped into boiling hot water.Ā meanwhile, the man situated between her thighs goes at her like she's a dollop of ice cream that would melt away if he wasnāt fast enough.
your face is the picture of horror as you stare for a few seconds longer before looking elsewhere. man, if someone told you that graduating top of your class at the police academy would land you tiptoeing around a sex dungeon and watching the scene before you, you wouldāve laughed right in their faces.
and it would have been with half as much amusement your partners cackled at your reactions with infuriating delight.Ā
the men who argued as if they were seconds away from drawing their guns on each other seemed to find common groundāand of course, itās at your expense. the girlish giggles that erupt when your lips gape are nothing like the deep-toned gruffness that dipped their voices low whenever they snapped at each other.Ā their back-and-forths in your shoebox-sized office resembled those of two temperamental bulls trapped in the same enclosure. both rearing their horns in a completely unnecessary show of strength, and neither willing to back down, even when the argument no longer made sense.Ā
you found yourself escaping to the break room more often than not, and suguru, ever the gentleman, or perhaps just the slyer of the two, would come over with a peace offering in the form of a cup of coffee.
you would have found the gesture sweet if it didnāt happen so very often.
coffee every other day, sometimes twice a day, was a little excessive, and you swore the caffeine rush was getting to you because you began to look forward to those few moments of quiet more and more each week.
he would sit next to you, somedays working on a file and others talking your ear off while you savoured every toasty drop. each cup he made tasted better than the last and it was surprising because you donāt recall telling him how you preferred it to begin with.
suguru wasā¦tolerable, almost likeable but satoru gojo was another story.
between the less-than-subtle sexual innuendos and the sleazy pet names, youāre surprised you havenāt already turned in your badge number for an inmate number. and as if your morbid musings spur him on somehow, the man comes to your side and slings an arm over your shoulder. a muscle below your eye twitches when he leans down to whisper in your ear, soft lips grazing over the shell, āyou should stay close, sugar. who knows what weāll need to do to blend in?ā
the question earns him an elbow to the ribs, and you smile at the loud āoof!ā that follows.
āif it gets to that, iād rather blow our cover, gojo.ā
he pouts at your insistence on using his last name despite how many times he has told you otherwise, but it's how you got payback for all the terms of endearment heād drawl your way as if they meant nothing. uhā¦not that you wanted them to mean something butāugh whatever.
āthat almost hurt as much as your freakishly sharp elbow.ā
you almost chew him out but think better of it at the last second. there was a hitman to catch, so you couldnāt waste these precious moments bickering over trivial matters, especially when you finally had the suspects key identifiers after a year of investigating.Ā
the man you were after was said to be japanese and his late thirties. he had a muscular build and stood over six feet tall, with a noticeable scar on his face. true to his alias, he appeared and disappeared like a ghost and he boasted a 100% success rate, taking down all his targets with daunting precision and leaving no trace of evidence behind. that is until he got sloppy and let the man you took in for questioning live.
and thatās how you found out that he frequented this hellhole for a victory lap after each of his kills.
naturally, knowing so much about the infamous hitman had your belly flipping in anticipation of bringing him in, but that feeling was soon subdued when your partners thew a shopping bag onto your lap. one look inside nearly had you dropping the whole case.Ā Ā
āwe need to fit in.ā they said.
bull.fucking.shit.
your simple pantsuits were swapped out for a pleated skirt that fit like a belt and a shirt with a neckline so low, itās out of sheer luck you havenāt had a nip slip yet. your teeth clatter from the cold, and you start to regret elbowing satoru away so quickly.
he was really warmā¦you bet his hugs were to die for.
when your thoughts stray into unwanted territory, you turn your attention back to the search. your eyes burn a hole into the floor as pleasure-filled moans filter through the various rooms you walk past and you think a man starts to call out to you, but his words cut off into a croak mid-sentence, as if a hand snapped out and squeezed around his neck.
daring to look up, you find that his eyes aren't even on you. no, theyāre focused above your head, filled with so much unease, you can't help but follow his line of sight. the glare satoru and suguru give him almost startles you too. their irises swirl, gazes melding into a deep blue-violet that emits a frostbite iciness and skin-searing heat all at once.Ā when a hand touches the small of your back, you arenāt sure whose it is, but allow it to steer you away nonetheless.
the vip access card that satoru paid forāwith suspicious familiarityāgave you free rein to roam wherever you wanted, so the three of you headed for the stairs. and stepping into the upper levels of the den feels like being pulled into a little pocket universe.
crystal chandeliers hang low from the ceiling. their shards tinkling against each other like wind chimes, and bulbs shimmering with a rich orange hue that warms your skin the slightest bit. sleek canopies suspend the domes, so polished they nearly gave the impression that they were silver, but you know theyād have to be steel to hold that much weight.
the lights make the pale walls look amber and being drawn in as if the very gem were being dangled before you, your feet carry you further inside. heels click over glossy marble floors and you take in the bespoke furniture scattered all around. the expensive kind with price tags that wouldāve undoubtedly made you faint if you saw them.
definitely the kind of area a regular would lurk around.
youāre close. you know you are, and the prospect of finding the perp makes you stop hugging yourself like youād catch something if you let go. suguru must see the opportunity too, because he stops walking and suggests splitting up to cover more ground, but satoru is already shaking his head before he finishes talking.
āthere could be a killer in the building, and you want to split up? every horror movie starts that way, man.ā
suguruās lips twitch in the manner they always did before he lost his temper. before his words would lash out and strike like a whip. āthen itās a good thing weāre not in a movie. we canāt afford to stay here longer than necessary.ā
they both had a point, but they were getting loud. too loud, and while you were fine with leaving them to it at the station, you showed a lot less leniency when they argued on the field. so, when they glance over, waiting for you to pick a side, your irritation must show on your face judging on how they quickly fall silent.
your glower lasts a second longer before you turn on your heel, and you amble closer to an area shielded by a white curtain. thereās a short pause before two sets of footfalls follow your path. satoru takes longer strides and gets to the opening first, holding the gossamer fabric open for you and smiling widely when you reluctantly thank him.
you have a feeling he doesnāt offer the same courtesy to suguru because he curses, and cool air brushes over your bare legs as the curtains are forcibly opened again.
inside the room, more drapes hang off the walls and cool-toned leds and ivy garlands branch over them like vines. marble flooring is swapped out for artificial grass that makes your footing a little wobbly as you walk further in. some people are sitting on the fluffy couches that line the wall. interactions varying from cordial conversation between strangers to heated kisses shared by lovers, and some people are doing a lot more than kissing.
when you realise the sight doesnāt leave you as scandalised as before, you want to hurry up and leave even more, because if a few minutes in this den could have you barely flinching at exhibitionism, who knows what else you may become desensitised to if you stayed longer? god forbid it became so bad youād lean into the warm sets of hands that press to the small of your back, holding you steady when you stumbled. deep down, you know that the shiver that feathers over it has nothing to do with the cold.
the menās touches last a moment longer before withdrawing to disperse and fan through the room to gather more intel.
satoru slides into a conversation with a small group sitting on the couch like he was part of them, and you shake your head when they easily make room for him to sit. suguruās black-clad form blends into the shadowy corners of the room, stubbornly clinging to the walls as he listens for anything that may be valuable. and you are left to scrutinise the seas of people and check if anyone matches the description of the suspect.Ā
unfortunately, walking over the fake tufts of grass in the stilettos and trying to find him between the bodies pressed together in sex-crazed coils turns out to be a lot harder than you thought. it takes you a while to clear the room as safe but once you do, you come to a stop near a statue.
you ignored it when you came in because it was the only ugly part of the makeshift indoor garden. sure, it was well sculpted, showcasing the female form in its glory of curves and dips in all the right places, but itās the expression on the womanās face that throws you off.Ā
deep grooves are cut into the marble near its eyes, and its mouth is stretched wide in a scream. you think it's supposed to be one of pleasure, but she just looks terrified.
you lean in, squinting at it critically.
why were people so obsessed with seeing women in pain during sex? thereās no reason for such a beautiful piece toā
thereās a soft spitting sound from inside the statueās mouth, and a second later, pink vapour explodes from it and sprays right onto your face. you splutter, backing up a few paces as the sweet-smelling fumes fill your nose.
yuck. you cough. what the hell was that?
rubbing your nose and exhaling sharply does nothing to expel the smell. if anything, the vapour only engulfs your senses more and leaves you a little dizzy.
feeling like you need a moment, you walk to the exit and shove the curtain out of the way. once, outside, you take long, deep breaths silently hoping no one witnessed that embarrassing moment.Ā
but, of course, you arenāt that lucky.
āmuffin?ā satoru calls behind you and you nearly laugh because that was a new one. heās so ridiculous, āyou okay? you ran out like your ass was on fire.ā
oh, thank god he didnāt see everything, it makes you feel a little better because he would never let you live it down if he did. you only turn around when the sickly-sweet scent disperses.
āiām fine,ā you reply. ignoring the strange buzz of electricity that starts humming under your skin. ādidnāt find anything. you?ā
satoru shakes his head, then looks towards the door at the end of the hallway, āwe can move to the next room so long.ā
āwhereās suguru?ā looking for him through the sheer drapes is a hopeless endeavour, and satoru doesn't even try as he loops an arm around your shoulders to steer you away. āi thought you said we should stay together.ā
he pulls the door open, ābut we are staying together. suguās a big boy, heāll be alright.ā
your snort shocks you almost as much as it does him. itās unfamiliar and hearty enough to leave him standing at the door even when you walk further into the room.Ā Ā
oh.
it wasnāt just any room. itās a bedroom. with a bed so wide it nearly touches the walls at either side and while it registers that there's no one in the room, and therefore, no reason to stay, your legs seem to have a mind of their own as they lead you to it.
the sheets are white and pristine, so clean they look brand new, and you breathe in the lavender-scented fabric softener with a pleased sigh.
ah, yes, this was much better than whatever you inhaled earlier.
you were freezing just minutes ago, but now liquid heat spreads all over your skin.Ā it seeps under it, gliding south to spur low in your belly, then even further until it situates itself between your thighs.
the dramatic change must be what has the next words leaving your mouth.
ādo you think people have orgies in here? at least ten people should be able to fit on this bed.āĀ
satoru stutters and ivory brows skyrocket, āyouāreā¦asking me about orgies?ā
when you nod, gojo does something you didn't know he was capable of. he doesn't speak. he just lets the door close behind him and takes you by the shoulders, looking over your face like he was trying to find something that wasnāt supposed to be here.
āsomethingās wrong. whatās going on with you?ā
his hands are too warm. it feels like his palms burn your skin where he holds you, so you shrug them off.
ānothing.ā a giggle blurts out, so he knows thatās not the truth.
āyour pupils are dilated.ā it takes some time for him to catch up, but once he does, cerulean eyes go round. his hands go to grip your shoulders again. this time, you lean closer to him instead of pulling away, and action only confirms his suspicions. āholy shit, youāre on something! please tell me you didnāt eat or drink while we werenāt looking.ā
you shake your head, then, seeing that he already knows, you decide to come clean.
āi think it was the screaming lady.ā
satoru looks at you like you just grew a second head, and his brain canāt keep up with the sudden change in perception, āthe what?ā
āthe statue. it sprayed something.ā
you want to say more but give up at the last moment. your clothes are too tight. they're making your skin itch.Ā
luckily, satoru nods in understanding.
āwas it perfume or mist?ā
you only shrug in response, then your hand lifts to fan your face. perspiration beads along your forehead, breathing a little too heavy.
āitās hot in here.ā you tug at your cropped tee with two fingers. āarenāt you hot? iā¦mean youāre obviously hot butāā
a snicker cuts you off, and satoruās shoulders continue to shake even as he tries his hardest to hold his laughter in.
āoh, iām never letting you forget you said that.ā
you frown at him.
he never took you seriously, so you guess youāll have to do something to force him to do so. fingers catch the hem of your shirt, and you see his jaw drop. he reaches out to stop you, but itās too late.
āholy shit!ā
you pull your shirt over your head, and satoruās eyes follow the arc it makes as you throw it to the other side of the room. then slowly, almost hesitantly, his attention moves back to you.
being sans bra has his eyes landing on your bare tits, and you see his hands twitch at his sides.
ābabe,ā a nervous laugh follows, āi need you to put your shirt back on. right fucking now.ā
you make no sign of listening, so with a wavering sigh, he takes a step in the direction of the discarded itemāonly to rush back to you when he sees your thumbs hook into the waistband of your skirt. as if it would be next to go.
this time, though, he does manage to stop you, and you groan out your displeasure.
āgod,ā a light flush settles over his pale cheeks, and he stares into your eyes a little too intensely. like heās trying to keep himself from looking down at your tits again. āokay. why donāt youāuhāwhy donāt you sit down?ā he lifts you and moves you towards the bed. āyeah, just stay put while i go call suguru.ā
he sets you down, and sensing heās about to pull away, your arms and legs wind around his form.
thereās a squeak of surprise a man with a voice as deep as his shouldnāt be able to make when you pull him into the bed with you. his back hits the mattress, and you think he curses again, but you donāt recognise the word so it has to be something in his mother tongue.
satoruās hands come up to grasp your hips when you straddle him, and he whispers your name shakily. your actual name, not one of the terms of endearment youāve reluctantly grown to love. you wonder if the sadness that settles over you is what he feels every time you use his last name, and not liking the idea, you decide to take a page out of his book.
āyou're so pretty, toru,ā
your lace panties are impossibly thināand dampāso they do nothing to hide how his cock stirs under you.
āoh, i see what this is,ā his eyes clench shut, wispy lashes fluttering, and his hands flex around your hips. āyouāre trying to kill me.ā
his laughter as he says that has a maniacal edge to it, and it has your nipples pebbling in need. reaching down for his hand and taking it off your body is a little difficult. itās like he didnāt want to let go, but after prying it off your skin, you open his palm and lay it over your chest.
āām not.ā
his eyes flicker open when he feels soft skin under his hand, pupils blown so wide it looks like thereās a bottomless whirlpool within the seas of blue. your joined hands go to cover your breast and you swear his hips inch up a fraction.
and just when you can feel him beginning to crack, the door is pushed open.Ā suguru stops dead in his tracks. eyes going blank as he takes in the scene before him.
āwhat,ā he starts. voice completely flat. āthe fuck?ā
your skirt rides up your thighs, ass peeking out and when suguruās amethyst eyes sweep over your half-naked body, your hips instinctively rock against the man pinned under you. the action emits something of a moan and a gasp. āshe breathed in some kind of lust dust,ā he explains, panicked. and suguru slams the door shut before stalking over.
āthen why the hell do you have her on top of you?ā sable brow furrow as he looks down at the man, and you could be wrong, but you think his eyes momentarily flicker to your bare thighs. āsheās clearly not in her right state of mind.ā
āsheās on top of me!ā satoruās voice is shrill as he answers. āhow is this my fault?ā as if on cue, you squirm, hips shifting restlessly until you find the spot that has your eyes fluttering shut and finally, the ache in your cunt eases a little.
youāre not the only one affected by the change in friction because satoru shudders hard, pearly teeth baring in a soft hiss.Ā ācan you stop mean-mugging me and help?ā he asks, and suguru finally allows himself to look your way.
he tilts his head, your name coming out as a whispered question before his hands stretch, but he doesnāt touch you the way you'd hoped. suguru cups the undersides of your arms, and when you feel him start to lift you, you fully go off the rails.
in an act of sheer desperation, you lean forward and kiss him. not on the lips, not yet. you just rest your mouth against the corner of his, breathing in his woodsy scent and feeling how the muscles of his face work as he clenches his jaw.
āokay, so this is not helping.ā satoru chokes out with his body quivering like a live wire between your legs.
you pull away from the darkāhaired man, and his eyes are unnaturally dark when you look into them. he just stares at you, completely still and blinks few and far apart.Ā
āhow long does it take to wear off?ā
he asks satoru, who has been watching the exchange with his lower lip folded between his teeth.
āfour to six hours,ā he supplies after releasing his lip with a wet pop. your chest tightens. there was no way you could wait that long. ābutā¦ā satoru continues, and you perk up. āthe hormone spike after an orgasm can get it out her system a lot faster.ā
oh. you like that option a lot more, and when you say as much, suguru shakes his head. āyouāre not sober, sweetheart.ā
maybe. but you werenāt blackout drunk either. the mist only heightened what was already there. made your body more sensitive and lips looser.
āi wouldāve chased both of you out and taken care of it myself if i didnāt want you here.ā
suguruās brows pitch, and satoru hums as if agreeing with you.Ā
but a sickly feeling begins to creep in at their hesitance. itās possible thatĀ they just arenāt interested. and while it stings, you canāt be mad at them for not being attracted to you. not to mention you were all literally on the clock. the gun for hire could be lurking anywhere.
there was no time for this.
your hands tremble where they lie on satoruās broad chest, and when you slowly lift them, he grips your hips a little harder. as if he knows what you were thinking, he shakes his head at you, wordlessly trying to dispel those thoughts with the simple gesture.
ābaby,ā you nearly smile, but the look in his eyes makes you hesitate. satoru has a habit of going from grave seriousness to wild playfulness at the drop of a hat. and now, he wears the former and tips his head at you.Ā Ā
it has your heart racing in your chest. erratic and slow all at once, thumping in time with the pulsing in your core. your mouth feels dry, and even when your tongue swipes over your lips, it doesnāt help. only one thing would, and satoru seems to know it too.
ādo you want to wait it out, or do you want me to help you?ā
your lips partā
āweāll help.ā your head swings to suguru, and you startle to find him already watching you. āif thatās what you choose.ā
we as in both? at the same time?
well, it was easy to guess which option youāre picking. it was a no-brainer.
youāre spoiled for choice.Ā
on the one hand, thereās suguru: sweet and attentive as he positions himself behind you with his strong legs on either side of satoruās. he peppers gentle kisses over the column of your neck, hovering over the patch of skin where your pulse jumps and letting his tongue roll over it. the open-mouthed kiss earns a soft moan from you that quickly descends into a squeal when satoru digs his nails into the soft flesh of your ass.Ā
youāre still straddling him, but he isn't being as bashful as he was minutes ago.Ā
whereas suguru leaves featherlight touches over your tits and drags his hands across your navel, satoruās hands are hurried, almost rough as he squeezes your rear and forces you to grind onto his clothed cock harder.Ā
he does this even though your hips desperately rock against him, and thrusts in time to meet your movements. frantic, he folds your skirt up so he can see your panties, only to croon at the sight of the mess youāre leaving all over his pants.Ā
āpretty fucking girl.ā he huffs, rolling his hips hard enough to make you lose your balance, but suguru is there to steady you again. āyeah, baby just like that. rub that greedy pussy on me and make yourself cum.āĀ
blood roars in your ears, heart thrashing painfully in your chest and as if the man behind you can sense it, he lays a hand over it almost soothingly.Ā
ah, suguru was so sweet.
that same hand slithers up to wrap around your neck and tug your head towards him for a hungry kiss. suguru puts pressure on the sides, and when your jaw drops open on a breathless gasp, his tongue plunges into your mouth.Ā
shit, never mind.
from his breathless groan, you know satoru is watching the two of you kiss againā¦he seems to like doing that.
youāll admit that you're a little shocked by the seamless precision with which the men work to bring your body to the edge. thereās no jealousy or possessiveness behind their caresses, and even when they get carried awayāhands brushing together, they carry on as if nothing happened.Ā you almost get the impression they've done this before, and it has jealousy pricking goosebumps over your skin.Ā
you try to shake it off by reminding yourself that these men hated each other, and focusing on that was much better than imagining how many women got the pleasure of experiencing this before you.Ā
but as it were, the emotion never really leaves.Ā
it just twines itself with everything else churning low in your belly. dizzying pleasure and the hot zip of pressure caused by the aphrodisiac. your head lolls forward, and even when suguru eases his hold, a strangled croak still escapes.Ā
sensation explodes so suddenly that it has you crying out, and suguru slants his mouth over yours harder. he steals all the sounds you make and fervently licks at the mess of drool that coats your bottom lip like itās the best thing he has ever tasted.
satoru pulls you harder onto his length with a sadistic chuckle when you whine from overstimulation and he keeps you pressed to him even as your body stops gyrating, falling slack when the heat that flooded over your skin finally bleeds away. both menās bodies brim with wild tension while you come down from your high and knowing that the fumes are out of your system now, they start pulling away.Ā Ā
āmore.ā your mouth demands before your brain can catch up.Ā
you can't even use being dosed as an excuse anymore. this was just who you were. and thank fuck, they don't make you feel bad for it.
youāre rolled onto the mattress, and you nearly melt into it when satoru sits up to take your heels off, and suguru pulls your skirt and panties down your legs.Ā the hunger in their eyes once youāre completely naked sends a flush warm your cheeks, and it only worsens when they start undressing too.
you get an eyeful of their skin. tan and pale velvety expanses that span over thick cords of muscle as far as the eye can see. even so, you try your best to take in as many as you can, from thick beefy biceps to washboard abs and rippling pectorals that quiver with each heavy breath they take.Ā
youāre glad they didnāt get undressed earlier because when your gaze travels south and lands on their hard cocks, you know you wouldāve fainted if you saw them like this while the fumes were still in your system.Ā
they approach at the same time, both settling between your legs, and you think their brief truce is over when you see them exchange irritated frowns.Ā
āiām going first.ā satoru clarifies, and his roughened palms grip your skin like he's going to pull you away. itās hard enough to hurt, so you arenāt sure why your thighs get wetter with slick that pools from your fluttering cunt.Ā
āhow about you let her decide?ā suguru challenges with a mean smirk that makes him more handsome somehow.Ā
something was wrong with you.
glittering amethyst eyes flicker your way, and the pad of his finger draws a line along the underside of your knee, while satoru plants a wet kiss on your inner thigh, eyelashes batting as he peers up at you.
how could they expect you to summon enough mental energy to choose who you wanted first? you were already struggling to remember how to breathe!Ā
āiām going to say neither of you if you keep arguing.āĀ that was a lie. you know nothing could pry you off this bed, but satoru takes the bait.
with a growl, he bridges the distance and puts his mouth on you.Ā your back bows with a soft gasp escaping from your parted lips. your mouth hangs open in a soundless scream when he latches his pinkish lips around your clit, feverishly suctioning it into his mouth.Ā your surprised moan echoes off the walls of the bedroom when teeth graze over the sensitive skin.
the heel of your foot digs into the muscles of his toned back, trying to pull him closer, but suguru shoulders him away and takes his place. his hand moves to palm your ass, hauling you closer before spearing his thick tongue inside of you.Ā
āoh fuckādonāt stop,ā your tits bounce with the shudder that racks through you when he pushes deeper into your hole, and the reaction elicits a groan from the other man.Ā
never known for his patience, satoru lowers between your thighs again, and since suguru isnāt willing to back up either, their hands push your legs apart before they both start lapping your cunt.
youāre a blabbering mess and completely soaked, that each each flick of their tongues resounds with a wet squelch. you try to say their names but end up slurring instead. your body shakes, and as your mind drifts back to the woman you saw getting eaten out what felt like hours ago, you feel bad for thinking her moans were fake. because yours was ten times louder now.Ā
your fingers twist into both menās hair. getting lost in black and white tresses so you can guide them right where you want.Ā
saliva and arousal mix to make an obscene meld and no matter how much they licked, slurped and sucked at the stringy rivulets, more drooled in their place.Ā you look down to see their tongues thumping over your clit, and your breath catches when you see the pinkish flesh smack together before swirling in a sodden tangle. itās like in their efforts to one-up each other, they didnāt even realise theyāre practically kissing over your cunt.
or maybe they do, and they just donāt care.
you canāt say the same, though. your hands act on their own accord, perverted little devils that tilt satoru and suguruās heads towards each other by their hair, and they kiss without skipping a beat.
it's a hot, open-mouthed clash of teeth and lips that has them smearing the mess of your juices over each other's chins and mouths while swallowing each otherās pleasured groans.Ā
āiām gonnaā" fingers promptly slide into you, you donāt even know whose, only that they shove you headfirst into an orgasm that darkens the corners of your vision and has your body convulsing.
they pull away from each other and satoru turns to you first. his mouth hikes up into a small smirk at the fucked out look youāre sporting.Ā
ādonāt tell me youāre too tired to keep going, sweets?ā he asks, standing up, and your eyes track down to his cock. seeing where your attention his, he gives it two hard pumps, somehow making it harder and bigger than before. āguess not,ā a wet kiss is pressed to your mouth and he whispers against it. āwhere do you want it?ā
lips parting, you let your tongue hang out, and satoru makes a choked noise in the back of his throat.
he repositions you, angling your head at the edge of the bed and tapping his flushed tip against your tongue. creamy saltiness dribbles onto it, and wanting to taste even more, you push forward and wrap your lips around him.Ā Ā
the sound he makes is new. a blend between a hiccup and a whimper that has your jaw opening wider and your legs follow the action, parting in silent encouragement that suguru latches onto.Ā
his cock nudges between slippery folds, then he slowly pushes into you.Ā
āso,ā suguru bottoms out, eyes pinching when he feels you struggling to adjust to his girth, āfuckingā fingers tease over your fluttering clit, rolling the hood of skin up to expose a pearly bud, ābeautiful.āĀ
there's an almost innocent reverence in the words, but it's quickly dirtied when he parts his lips and lets a fat blob of spit splatter onto the sensitive flesh. slick pools around his length in a messy white ring, and unable to help himself, his hips snap into you with a shallow thrust. you moan, or try to because satoru takes the opportunity to shove himself deeper into your mouth.Ā
āfuuuckātake it,ā he grunts when the spongy tip hits the back of your throat, and a soft gag echoes. you breathe through your nose and swallow around him to draw out one of those high-pitched whimpers that have your pussy clenching.
āso good,ā suguruās thrust becomes less experimental, and he grips your thighs, pulling you to meet each drunken snap of his hips and rubbing his fingers over your clit harder when it pulses rather pathetically.
satoruās eyes blaze as they follow the length of your naked body, then they settle between your legs and his lips pull into a feral smile. he stares at how hard you quiver as cock disappears between slick folds and hums.Ā
āyou gonna cum, baby?ā you moan around him in answer. nonsensical gabbles that vibrate around his cock as he drives his hips forward. his pelvis touches your chin, and he watches with rapt intensity as a bulge protrudes with each thrust. it has his balls drawing up and nastily slapping against your face.Ā
suguru paws at your tits, thumbs meanly rubbing over your nipples. ālet it out, sweetheart. donāt hold back.ā
oh, you werenāt planning to.
and when satoruās hand closes around your throat, palm gently pressing to the bulge in it, you obey and cum with a strangled scream.
both men push themselves to the hilt, hips shuddering and hands gripping your body so hard, you know it's going to be littered with bruises in a few hours. their cum spills into your mouth and pussy in thick pulses. it's almost too much, but you take every drop and keep yourself still in case thereās more.Ā Ā
shivers rack through you even after they pull back, and their hands turn gentle to stroke your skin and pepper soft kisses over all the spots that feel a little tender.
praises are whispered into your ears as both man lay beside you on the bed, holding you in their arms and, little by little, you start to settle back into your body.
just when you feel the tendrils of delirium leave you, satoru speaks up, āweāre doing that again tomorrow.ā
you snort out a laugh, and even suguruās chest rumbles with a deep chuckle.
āwhy are you guys laughing? iām not joking!āĀ
the white-haired man insists, and suguru pushes his arm off you.Ā
āshut up, man.āĀ
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untangling from the cage of limbs you wrapped yourselves in was no easy feat, but when the haze of lust dissipates, you force the men to get up.Ā a quick sweep of the rest of the rooms at the pleasure den proves fruitless in locating the suspect, so you decide to head out and return another time.
the men walk ahead of you, arguing about god knows what, while your heels have you trailing many feet behind them.Ā
you're too busy contemplating taking them off, not paying attention to where youāre going, that your breath sharply escapes when you collide with a hard chest. your eyes close, bracing for impact when youāre knocked off balance, only to be steadied by a strong pair of hands. you sigh out a grateful huff and straighten in your heels.
these death traps had to be bought by satoru. you were sure of it.
āiām so sorry,ā you voice when you remember the person you bumped into. you almost ate shit while they barely moved. it was like walking into a wall. a well-built, muscular wall.
your eyes track up to the personās face, mouth opening to give them your thanksā¦then you falter when you land on their face.
āyou good?ā the man asks, and his eyes trap you in their mossy green tresses. theyāre shielded by dark hair that does nothing to hide their critical gleam as he watches you, and your heart comes to a stop in your chest. dread and excitement prick at your skin, threatening to sink their claws into you and tear you apart. and theses feelings only fill to the brink and bubble over when you see the scar on his lip.
as if this day couldnāt get better, it seems youāve just found your suspect.
Hiromi Higuruma who begs to worship his wife after she has their baby.
Hiromi Higuruma who crawls into your shared bed after 6 weeks and 2 days (just to be sure) of recovery. 6 weeks and 2 days of bittersweet agony, watching you take on motherhood with hungry eyes, reminding himself constantly how important recovery is.
Hiromi Higuruma who sees you sleeping like a rock, tired from caring for your beautiful baby boy, splayed out with your nightgown slipping justt low enough for him to see the swell of your tits.
Hiromi Higuruma who lets out a low, almost animalistic growl when he crawls under the blanket, kissing and nipping at your inner thighs, his breath quick and excited as he inhales the welcoming and familiar scent of your pussy. He wastes no time either, pulling your panties aside just enough to stuff his nose right between your folds, groaning into your quickly sopping cunt as he feels you shift, instinctively searching for his hair to thread your fingers through.
Hiromi Higuruma who rises from between your legs when he hears your sweet whines, the sudden stimulation too much for a simple wake up call. You almost tell him off, ready to scold him for keeping you up too late, but then you see it.
His lips glistening with your slick, translucent strings rolling down his chin, dripping from his nose. he stares at you with glistening eyes, breathing labored and uneven as if he canāt breath without having his mouth vacuumed against your cunt and his nose carefully prodding your puffy clit. Thereās only one thought behind his hazy gaze. You
āPlease mamaā missed you sāmuch, feel like ām gonna explode if I donāt taste you right now.ā
This wasnāt like your husband. He was always so well spoken, articulate to a point of annoyance, but in this moment, with his favorite meal in front of him, his voice is whiny, high-pitched, and in a lilting tone that has your pussy clenching around absolutely nothing.
Make no mistake. Hiromi Higuruma is a man of class and decorum, but when faced with the mother of his child, the love of his life? He canāt imagine anything better than being pussy drunk, slurping down each orgasm you can offer him before itās time for the next feeding.
Hehehe dilf with big nose go brrrr.
A/N: I hate that idk how to do gradient on mobile š« n e waysā¦ hope you guys enjoyed! :p
Candy Pop loves kneeling between your legs, makeup slathered across your inner thigh while he stares into your pussy with glazed over eyes. He especially loves watching the way your cunt swallows the lollipop he's been eagerly shoving in and out of the puffy hole, giggling manically when you claw at his ponytail, begging him to stop assaulting your poor cervix.
And Candy Pop is nothing if not a man of kind gestures, so of course he'll drag you down the bedā or whatever surface has you pinned against for the nightā and marvel at the way you drool around the blue and white striped treat right before shoving his nose against your clit and devouring you like a last meal, moaning and groaning about how you taste exactly like the cotton candy from his favorite stand at the circus.
And don't think you'll get off easy either, because even when your legs are jelly and your face is all cute and puffy from crying so much, he'll manhandle you like a ragdoll, nails digging into your hips while he forces you to bracket his slender waist, splitting you open on his cock in one swift motion with a toothy grin, eyes kissing the back of his skull as he rams into you like your pussy put him in a trance.
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AN: gracias @pinknaijia for helping me to decide who to write about next! I hope this is good (įµāį“ā)
TW: p in v sex, sex work, stripping, fem!reader, praise, degradation, dom!iwaizumi, bratty!reader, chubby!reader, fluff, smut
The sensations were blinding. The bass from the club music sends vibrations to every nerve. The scent of cheap cologne and air freshener acting a barricade against the smell of sweat, sex and regret. And then there was youāthe blinding beauty. Everything about you was sensational. The way the pink and blue neon strobe lights kissed your skin, the way your hips swayed with the beat of the music, your body naturally sinking lower along the pole you used to balance yourself.Ā
It was perfect. You were perfect.Ā
Thatās what Iwaizumi thought the moment he saw you. To his friends, he was well collected, conserved, maybe even prudish, but to the clubā he was a force to be reckoned with. He had been a regular customer for a while now, always coming in with a small but perpetual scowl burned into his expression, always catching more eyes than he meant to. He didnāt care though. You were the only person he was there for.Ā
Iwaizumi was by no means someone to sneeze at. He was always dressed to impressā especially youā and lord did it work. You had been watching each other for a while now. You could tell he liked you. The way his body twitched with every swivel of your hips, the glossy look he hid underneath his furrowed brows. The way he sipped slowly on his beer, lips resting on the rim every time you arched your back into a dance. The way he slowly let his arm go back to his outstretched position along the back booth he had claimed as his, making sure to flex each muscle in his arm just for you to see.Ā
God he was insatiable.
He may have been reserved, but you could tell just by the glint in his eye that he wasnāt the regular āalpha maleā type you usually got in the club. No. He was everything they ever wanted to be. The masculinity radiated off of him even from the stage. You could see it in every feature, from the cut of his sharp jawline, to the way his button up shirt fit just too tight. It was like he wanted you to look at him. His shirt was always slightly unbuttoned, his hair disheveled from running his hands through it so much, his tight shirt sculpting the most perfect outline of his beefy muscles.Ā
You were no better.
You never thought you were someone to gawk at, in fact, you spent most of your high school career dreading the shape of your body. That wasnāt the case anymoreĀ though, you werenāt some inwardly self-loathing chubby girl anymore. You had grown into your curves with pride, and you sure as hell showed them off with confidence. You may not be skinny, but the way your hips shook, the view of your plush thighs wrapped around the pole as you spun, the soft jiggle of your lower body that sent shivers up Iwaizumiās spineāit was hypnoticā and he wanted to worship you.Ā
Tonight was the night. No more bullshit. You were sitting in the dressing room, retouching your makeup. The outfit tonight was fairly simple, a pair of tall but sturdy pink Pleaser heels, a tiny pink lace skirt with a pink thong that sculpted your ass and waist perfectly, the matching top which had lace frills and a few jewels so you could shine under the stage lights.Ā
āY/N, you got someone requesting you for a private dance. Ready to go?āĀ
āYeah, give me one sec boss, I just have to do a couple more touch ups.ā You finish reapplying your makeup, doing a quick smoothing motion as you stand to head towards the main floor again. āWhoās the lucky guy?āĀ
āMe.āĀ
Oh shit.Ā
The voice is deep and rough. You spin around to address Iwaizumi whoās leaning against the doorframe, lips slightly parted around a toothpick as his sharp eyes drag down your body, his scowl still apparent. Your breath catches slightly, the sight of him towering over you makes you feel miniscule in your 8 inch heels.Ā
āOh, itās you. Finally gained the confidence to talk to me huh? Well let's get you that dance then.ā
Ā Your tone is teasing, though, your genuine shock seems to soften the words. He was better looking up close. Your body tenses as you feel his eyes burning a hole in your back while you guide him to the private room. When the door clicks shut, you turn to face him. He settles into the seat quietly, his expression unreadable as you stand near the center of the room, waiting for him to make the first move.
āWhat are you waiting for?āĀ
You snap out of your haze. His voice is gruff and demanding but not entirely rude. His arm splays lazily across the back of the couch, his posture relaxed as he drills holes into you with his gaze. His legs open just enough to give you a view of the tent beginning to form.
āCome here.āĀ
You bite your lip, slowly sauntering over to where he sits, standing so his legs bracket your thighs. You try to regain your standing, leaning into his ear, your fingers creating small divots in his thighs where you press into them. Your breath is slightly ragged, chest rising and falling at uneven rate, just because he asked a simple question and said a barked command. You couldnāt help yourself, I meanā look at himā you're honestly surprised you held back this long. You snap out of it again, your breath tickling the shell of his ear as you try desperately to veil your arousal.
āJust tell me what you want, babyā¦ Iām all yours for as long as you payā
That was a lie. You know it. You pray that he knows it.
āAs long as I pay, huh?āĀ He grabs your wrist, the pressure light but firm. His fingers have a nice slender look despite the calloused pads of his fingers and palms. His touch is warm and electric compared to the cold and stale feeling of the private room. He pulls you closer, his eyes blaze into yours as you lean over him.Ā
āLetās see how far my money gets me then.ā He releases your wrist, catching you by the waist as you fall forward from the sudden loss of balance. This was definitely out of the code of conduct somehow. You were supposed to be the seductress, but here he is, his messy hair lazily resting against his forehead, his chest rising and falling at a steady pace that allows his muscles to flex. He was seducing you. And it was working.
Your fingers go to work, slowly tracing the outline of his chest through his shirt, running your finger along every ab. You feel his breath hitch. Yes. It was working. You sink slowly, eyes locked on his. Your fingers ghost across his legs, applying the perfect pressure on his inner thighs, just enough to make him squirm.
āFuckā¦ā, he huffs quietly. His chest begins to rise more unevenly. His eyes begin to lid the moment you arch your back between his legs, your posture like a lioness ready to pounce. The hesitance slowly melts away as you settle into your element. You turn away from him, rising from your knees. You roll up, bending so he gets the perfect upskirt view.Ā
āWorth the money so far?ā
Your teasing, sends him straight over the edge. His touch is rougher, possessive, more urgent. He pulls you into him, forcing you to sit in his lap. The moment you donāt pull away, he goes feral.
āYou think youāre cute?ā His fingers drag slowly across your soft skin, pressing into your stomach. His breath is hot against your neck, the heat from his clothed torso radiating against your bare back. He leans in, breath hot against your ear, stubble prickling the crook of your neck.Ā
āYou are.ā The words are like nectar, sweet and pure and thereās a hint of amusement as he speaks into your skin. His hands come to rest on your hips. His nails dig slightly into the plush skin. He was too much. The scent of him alone drove you crazy, something between sandalwood and musk. His breath was minty but warm, the tooth pick between his teeth discarded into a small trash can in the corner of the room.
āYou know this isnāt usually how private dances work.ā
Despite it all, you still found it in yourself to tease him, just a little bit more. A small grin works its way onto your lips as you slowly begin to grind into his lap. Your body matching the pace to which he massaged the top of your thighs. He lets out a low groan. You can feel him through his jeans, the tightness looks almost unbearable.Ā
āWant some help with that?ā
He doesnāt even bother answering the question, heās somehow gone from stoic and solid to a man on fire. He takes your words as a sign of approval. His touch grows frenzied, rough fingers digging into your thigh, massaging them harshly as he pulls them farther from each other. His whole torso tenses against your back, abs flexing and chest tightening as you let out a soft groan. His lips are pressed to your neck now, teeth nipping at the soft skin of your pulse point.
āYouāre so perfect.ā He pushes you further into his lap. You can feel the warmth radiating from his jeans, the flimsy fabric of your thong doing absolutely nothing to hide the way your pussy starts to soak. His fingers glide across your thighs, his touch just as teasing as yours. You squirm against him, body begging for more than it could possibly handle. Heās more than compliant, his hand pawing your waist as he takes control of your movements. The sweet feeling of him dragging through your folds causing a wet patch to form against the zipper of his jeans. āSo fucking perfectā¦fuck.ā
You sit as far back in his lap as possible, his cock resting in front of you. How could you possibly help yourself? His hands continue their upward momentum, traveling up your sides to rest against your breasts. He slips his warm fingers beneath the fabric. He doesnāt know how to be soft, his touch rough and demanding. His fingers cycling between tugging at your nipples and massaging your whole boob. You try to protest, worried about the camera hidden in the corner.
āHol-ohāfuckk!ā
While you were trying to warn him about touching your tits, he slipped a finger into your panties. He runs his finger through your wet folds, groaning as you coat him in your slick.
āGod, youāre soaked. Such a sweet girl ā¦ giving me my money's worth. I just wannaā¦ā
His train of thought is lost as you retaliate. You rut against his cock, bare pussy now soaking through his jeans. You take a moment to hover over his lap, hurriedly undoing his pants. You shove his jeans down to his ankles, sinking down slowly, a whimper choking its way out as his mushroomy tip invades your gummy walls.Ā
āFuck, youāre sucking me in so good pretty girlā¦ look so gorgeous fucking yourself against me like a good little whore.ā
His eyes are screwed shut, focused on the feeling of you wrapping around his cock. He grips you tighter, causing your pussy to flutter. Heās so big every thrust prods your cervix. The face you make in response tells him exactly how good heās making you feel. Your whole face is flushed red, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you push back against him.
āSo goodāNggh! Too good . Your dick is so bigā¦ā Itās at this moment you realize you donāt know his name.Ā How could it have slipped your mind??. You choke on your own moans as you feel his hips rut upwards, a piercing grunt escaping him as his fingers lace through your hair pulling on your perfectly primped locks so his gravelly voice resonates through your skin.
āHajime. Say for me pretty.ā His demand is punctuated with another sharp thrust upwards, followed by a resounding slap that youāre sure will have security raising their eyebrows, but at this point dignity has flown at the window and all you can fathom is the way your pussy drools around him. The sound of skin slapping against skin only grows as he releases your hair, instead opting to capture your wrists, the sides of his calloused knuckles digging into the supple skin of your wrists as he hoists you up.Ā
Decorum. Dignity. Modesty. All terms that have no place in this situation, not with the way Iwaizumiās clawing at your waist, grunts growing more and more wanton as he stands, using your arms as a tether to keep you from falling forwards as he fucks into you roughly, brows furrowed as he feels the shift of your pussy in the new position, textured walls sucking him deeper while you beg so sweetly for some purchase.Ā
āAh!ā Fuck! P-please, slow down your gonna get us caught Hajime!ā Your stuttered plea is met promptly with an amused huff, another sharp slap to your ass and the sound of his sweet voice, now deepened by his sheer arousal, pressed against the right side of your face, his tone a honeyed taunt as his balls slap ruthlessly against your clit.Ā
āPuh-puh-please what sweet girl? Gonna need you to repeat that for me properly because I know my pretty girl knows how to use her words.ā He pauses, running his freed hand across the apple of your cheek, āOr did I fuck you dumb already?āĀ
You glorify his question with a broken sob, your sopping cunt such a mess you can hardly hear the sound of the club music from the outside. He groans, his head falling back as his hips move on their own at this point, the sound of your wrecked voice accompanied by the way your pussy flutters around him, bringing him to the brink. Slick pours out as your vision blurs into white.Ā
You cum simultaneously, spurred on by the way he grips your hips firmly, moving you effortlessly as he pounds into your poor puffy cunt for a few more thrusts. āGodāfuckkkk, pussyās so good, pretty girl. Did such a good job milking me.ā He pats your ass softly this time, still holding you tightly as your knees lock, a choked wail your only warning as you gush around him, slick coating everything between the two of you, translucent strands connecting you as he pulls out with a soft grunt, spreading your folds apart carefully to watch his seed be pushed out promptly, traveling down your thigh quickly.Ā
Not quick enough to evade his fingers, however. The calloused pads running along the back of your thighs as he gathers the pearlescent gobs, making quick work of stuffing it back inside deeply, fingers scissoring and prodding at your sensitive walls.Ā
After what feels like a marathon followed by a deathly silence, the only sound between the two of you being your ragged breaths and a swell of club music. Finally, you clear your throat, straight shakily, your voice wavering slightly as you tug your thong and top back into place.Ā
āI think you may have underpaid for my services.ā Iwaizumiās scowl is nowhere in sight, replaced with a softenedābut still toughā look of admiration as he absentmindedly pushes a strand of sweat-soaked hair out of your face, the tiniest of smiles etching his features.Ā
āPretty good deal if you ask me.ā His hand falls to your hip, fingers grounding themselves once more. He leans in slowly, the air thickened with a different sort of tension. Before it can be explored however, a sharp knock echoes off the door.Ā
āYou two done in there or should I just start sliding condoms under the door.ā Your managerās voice is far from pleased, but thereās no heat behind the threat either. Just hollowed annoyance and a faint tinge of concern for you.Ā
You smile softly, fingers coming up to cup his jaw. āI think we can agree on that. Same time tomorrow?ā You bite your lip, breath hitching and heart sinking as you watch his head shake from left to right, his grip tightening.Ā
āNext time I see you, want you to be fully dressed. Fancy. For a nice dinner. Then weāll see about a recreation.ā His voice is warm and gruff as he releases you.Ā
Eyeless Jack has an ovipositor, and his favorite thing in the world is to watch his dick push out eggs straight into your (by now) gaping hole, then watch you tremble when you push them out one by one while he strokes your hair, cooing and purring about how attractive it is to watch your hole contract around the orbs until they eventually plop pathetically onto the bed below you.
Eyeless Jack also, of course, loves watching the tears well in your eyes whenever he has your nose flush against his pelvis as he hunches over you, grunting each time he feels your throat contract from the muffled cries that try to escape while he deposits his eggs deep in your throat.
Warnings: urophilia, omorashi, watersports, humiliation, porn, squ1rting. Mentions of female genatalia but over all g/n
Yupppp, the man has taken exposure therapy to the next level. And not just watersports either. Heās a full on urophiliac. Turns out being able to access the internet from inside the internet leads you down some interesting paths.
It started off fairly mild. Benās hanging out somewhere in cyberspace, in a room he built to replicate his real room in the mansion. His dickās out (of course) full mast with a red tip beading precum all over his strangely muscular, lotion lubed, hand. Heās worn himself out from his usual camgirls and twitter pages, so heās just scrolling mindlessly whenever he happens across a twitter video with the tags: #squirt.
And suddenly his dick isnāt drooping boredly under its own weight. His cock is twitching, practically jumping as he watches this girl, folded with her arms hooked under legs, knees pressing into her tits while she twitches sporadically, the hum of the wand doing nothing to drown out the slick sound of her pussy or the needy cries that sound out when that final gush filters through the screen.
Ben's hand is practically invisible as he fists his cock furiously to the sight, the shaft becoming more aggravated with each pump as he deprives himself of the sight, eyes screwed shut. The sound alone has him his chasing his fist, mixing with hurried schlick schlick schlick's and his own needy groans until the grand finale in which Ben's follows suite, back arched and tip squeezed tight between his index and his thumb as he chokes out a final, pathetic, cry, spurting his pearlescent ropes an impressive height in the air, just for it to land shamefully on his upper stomach and in odd corners of his cyberspace.
From there it seemed to have just snowballed. The thought of fluids ranging from clear to opaque to full on light yellow became irresistible to him. But what really got himā what really made his dick spring to lifeā was the idea of someone's pussy pulsating as they soak their sheets, or watching someone on their knees in front of him so eager to feel a stream of his hot piss hit their tongueā it made him hard instantly.
Andā as ashamed as he is to admit itā the one time he couldn't hold his piss after a long mission and ended up with a streak of wetness pouring down his leg, he fucked his fist until his cock was raw and begging for a break, reveling in the memory of the warm feeling clinging to his inner thigh.
AN: guess what i've been into recently (^_^). this was written completely on a whim and I'm very new to the urophilia world so please be easy with me (Tā½T)
Hope you guys have been enjoying my writing! I'm not very polished or even good by any means, but I thought it might be nice to share my brain vomit with you lovely tumblr folk (āįµį“įµā)
also please let me know what tags I need to add or if there are any spelling/ grammar mistakes!
But can you really blame him when you look the way you do? And can you really blame him for sneaking into your room while your out on a mission? He gets lonely for Christās sake!
So you canāt really blame him when he crawls into your sheets, tugging off his shirt and binder, just to get a bit more comfortable. You also canāt blame him when he shimmies out of his shorts, pulling your pillow over his face to inhale your scent, moaning as loud as he wants because your out anyways, right?
Toby loves your scent so much, that he just has to leave his own gift behind. And you can trust he only has you in mind while he rubs his sobbing cunt from over your blankets, slick seeping through the fabric. Youāll definitely be surprised when you come home, wondering why your room smells vaguely of sex and your sheets feel like youāve just done six rounds with your favorite vibrator that he knows you hide in the middle drawer of your nightstand.
What Toby doesnāt account for is you coming home early, exhausted out of your mind and ready to sleep for a week. So he can only imagine your surprise when you swing the door open and instead of an empty bed, you find him perched on a pillow with your vibrator stuffed between his legs.
And poor Toby is so caught up humping your pillow, his clit rutting helplessly in jerky motion while he whimpers your name over and over again like a dog in heat, not that he recognizes (or cares) that youāre standing there bewildered while you watch him subconsciously cover his chest with his arm while simultaneously spreading his folds to show off his t-dick thatās twitching almost as uncontrollably as he glides forward on the pillow one more time, wailing pathetically when he finally finishes.
And even though heās tired, you canāt blame Toby for smiling stupidly while he tics out the phrase:
fratkuna loves eating his ethics professor's pussy
smut mdni
you couldnāt believe yourself. how could you allow yourself to become so allured by a student you let him eat you out under your desk? you teach ethics for gods sake and there are definitely a million or so moral and school codes against this sort of thing.
but, gods his tongue feels amazing.
āsukuna,ā you sigh, glancing at the clock on the wall, then back down at the stack of essays on your desk, āi have a class in 20 minutes and- ohhā
sukuna hums and pulls off your clit with a wet pop, āi know. iāll be done before then, just focus on grading those papers,ā his grip tightens on your thighs, spreading them wider as he licks up from the bottom of your pussy to your clit, āfuuuck you taste good. wish i could eat this pussy forever.ā
the tip of his tongue swirls your clit, making your hips jerk. āshit,ā you huff, dropping your pen onto the essay youāve been trying to grade for the last 15 minutes, āslow down sukuna.ā
sukuna grunts into your pussy, vibrations shooting through your cunt, ācanāt babe, gotta make you finish before your class starts.ā
you try to relax in your chair, try to focus on the stack of papers in front of you, but the second he starts sucking your clit, and you feel the warmth of his fingers mixed with the coolness of his rings teasing your pussy, your thighs are trying to close. you clamp your hand over your mouth, making an attempt to muffle the moans falling from your lips. your other hand finds purchase in his hair, gripping it like a lifeline. sukuna slides two thick fingers into you, curling them just right so he can prod at your g-spot.
āfuck-!ā you gasp, pulling his hair harder to try and get him off you. but it only makes him groan, āryomen, pleaseā¦ā
he pulls off of you for a second just to spit onto your cunt, smearing the glob around and diving back in. ācanāt stop now,ā he mumbles, fingers and mouth working you faster, āyouāre so close.ā
sukunas free hand slides to your ass, pulling you to the edge of your chair. you whine, pulling his head closer, while your other hand digs into the old wooden desk, āfuckā iāmā¦ām gonna cumā¦ā
āyeah? fuckinā cum then,ā he groans and you slap both hands over your mouth. it only takes a few more hard sucks on your clit before youāre cumming all over his face, panting and whimpering in your hands. sukuna doesnāt move from under your desk, staying to lick your pussy clean.
you catch your breath and look down at his face glistening in the dim lighting of your classroom, trying to push your chair away, āmy next class starts in 14 minutes.ā
he grins up at you, pulling your hips close again. āi only need 6.ā
Toby Rogers loves to plough you in the most uncomfortable positions. Butter churner? hell yes. Mating press that has your knees to your chin? Heās absolutely feral. And yes, he will absolutely make you learn how to do a split on his dick, but itās honestly worth the effort and pain when heās overstimulated and his cock is impaling you in stuttered movements until he eventually stuffs your puffy cunt so full of his cum that itās leaking down his balls and your thighs
Thinking abt dilf!Toji who has secretly been using your packaged breast milk to eat his morning cereal and drink his coffee
dilf!Toji who overuses your breast milk and runs out one morning while your still sound asleep in bed from taking care of Megumi last night.
dilf!Toji who crawls back into bed with you just to tug up your shirt and expose your milk swollen tits
dilf!Toji who has no shame rolling your nipples between his index finger and thumb activating your milk ducts.
dilf!Toji who also shows no remorse when heās practically milking you, gently but firmly squeezing your milk straight into his coffee cup.
And when you inevitably wake up, tired and confused, dilf!Tojiās only response is to smile at you sheepishly and offer you a sip of the nice hot coffee in his hands.
Yāall go easy on me please, Iāve never done those before š„ but please tell me if you like!
