꒰ you squirt for the first time ꒱ྀི
itoshi rin - his eyes widen the moment it happens, hand still between your thighs as he watches you twitch and gasp under him. for a split second, he’s frozen. then a smirk curls on his lips. “that was new.” he leans down, humming, “guess i finally found the right button to break you, huh?” don’t think he’ll let you rest. he wants to see it again.
karasu tabito - he pauses mid-thrust, shocked. then bursts out laughing, breathless and cocky. “holy shit, babe! that was hot.” he kisses your cheek like he didn’t just ruin you, whispering filth in your ear, “didn’t know you had that in you… think i’m gonna keep pushing ‘til i drown in it.”
isagi yoichi - he’s stunned, staring down at you with wide eyes, lips parted. “wait… did you just—? fuck.” he looks like he just won the world cup. you’re shaking, embarrassed, but he kisses you like you’re sacred. “you’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, already reaching for your hips again, hungry to feel it happen all over.
michael kaiser - “oh?” he freezes only long enough to see the mess you made. then he grins, slow, sinister, proud. “du bist so verdammt süss when you lose control like that.” his fingers never leave you, and he kisses you through your aftershocks. “let’s see how many times i can make you do that before you start crying.”
oliver aiku - “shiiit—” he groans, staring down at you like he’s found his new addiction. you’re trembling, hiding your face, and he just grins, pulling you back to look at him. “no way you’re getting shy now, baby. that was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen.” next round? he’s determined to do it with his mouth.
reo mikage - he gasps when it hits him, literally. then he laughs in delight, fingers still working you through it. “oh my god, princess. you squirted for me?” he looks like he won the lottery, kissing your thighs and humming, “now i gotta figure out exactly how i did it so i can do it again. science, you know.”
itoshi sae - he stills when he feels it, eyes narrowing. “tch… messy girl.” but he says it with heat behind his eyes, hand moving slow and deliberate. you’re whimpering, overstimulated, but sae’s not done. he wants to study you. “so this is what happens when i push you past your limit.” expect an experiment.
nagi seishiro - “…whoa.” he blinks like he just discovered a new game. you’re panting, trying to recover, and he’s staring at the soaked sheets like they’re a new high score. “didn’t know you could do that… kinda wanna see it again now.” lazy grin, but he’s already sliding back down, tongue peeking. “don’t tap out yet, babe.”
kunigami rensuke - his eyes sparkle. no thoughts, just pure, feral excitement. “oh my god. that was you?? that was me???” he fist-pumps like he just scored. immediately diving back between your thighs with a dumb, happy grin, mumbling, “i’m never letting another man near you. this is mine.” you’re not sleeping tonight.
shidou ryusei - “ohhhhh shit—” his face lights up like christmas. he starts laughing, feral and thrilled, eyes wild. “you just squirted? you’re filthy. i love it.” he slaps your thigh and grabs you again, already shifting positions. “nah, nah, you’re not going anywhere. i’m gonna wreck you. that was just foreplay, babe.”
yo hiori - he freezes with a soft gasp. eyes wide, cheeks flushed, pupils blown out. “oh… wow.” he’s respectful about it, even worried you’re embarrassed, but the way he stares at the mess he’s absolutely obsessed. his fingers trace your thighs like art. “can i… do that to you again?” already addicted.
ikki niko - he stares for a moment in disbelief. like his brain short circuits. then, “…that was hot as hell.” you’re covering your face and he gently pulls your hands away. “don’t hide. you think i don’t wanna watch you come undone like that?” he kisses your cheek, grinning, “next time, it’s gonna be worse.”
alexis ness - he pauses like a short-circuited robot. “you—wait. you just—? i did that?” the man has stars in his eyes. he giggles, high on power, glowing. “i’m amazing.” immediately pulls out his phone to change his name in your contacts to squirt king™. don’t worry, he’ll back it up with proof. again and again.
otoya eita - he groans low in his throat when it happens, so turned on it almost hurts. the way you fall apart under him, shaking, gasping, ruined, has his brain fried. “shit, sweetheart… didn’t know i could do that to you.” he kisses your knees, slow and reverent. “wanna feel that again. wanna make you squirt on my cock next.”
yukimiya kenyu - he flinches when it happens, shocked, then glances down at the soaked sheets. his brows shoot up. “…seriously?” he chuckles low, pride swelling in his chest. “you really let go for me like that?” he leans over you, brushing your hair off your face. “next time, warn me, or i’ll drown.” he’s joking. kinda.
you were already trembling, thighs twitching around his head, breath caught in your throat. he had you spread out across the bed, knees hooked over his shoulders, and his tongue was relentless and hot against your clit, dragging slow at first, then faster, tighter circles with every moan he pulled from your throat.
and his fingers? thick, calloused, and pumping deep inside you like he knew exactly where to touch, because he did. he’d learned your body like it was a strategy, memorized it like a playbook. and tonight, he was going for the win.
your moans hitched, body arching. “shoei—w-wait, i think i—” but he didn’t wait or even flinch. he growled against your pussy like a man possessed and shoved his fingers deeper, curling just right.
and then it hit you. a white-hot rush, your entire body seizing followed by a a wet gush you couldn’t stop even if you tried. your legs snapped shut on instinct, hands flying down to cover your face in mortified horror.
“fuck— oh my god, i didn’t mean—shoei—wait—!”
but he didn’t let go. or stop. or care. he pried your thighs back open with strength you had no hope of resisting, and looked up at you like he’d just won the damn world cup. his face was dripping. his tongue dragged across his bottom lip slow and obscene, licking every drop of you off his skin like it was ambrosia. the deep guttural and ferocious growl rolling from his throat had you whimpering.
“you think i’m gonna let you run after giving me that?” he rasped, eyes wild with hunger. “you just fucking squirted for me. sweetest thing i ever tasted.”
you whined, trying to turn away. but he lunged, mouth sealing back over your soaked cunt like he’d die without it. no more hesitation. no mercy. he drank from you like he was parched, tongue fucking you through every twitch, every aftershock, every new wave that he dragged out of your overstimulated body. you were crying by the end. a pleasure so raw and filthy it broke you.
your man smiled into your pussy so fucking proud. “gonna make you do it again,” he snarled. “gonna fuckin’ drown in it.”