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# (˶´ཀ`˶) gojo looks his prettiest when sucking (suguru’s) cock .ᐟ
— !! geto x gojo x reader, subby gojo gives geto head n it’s nasty, cockdrunk toru, praise + degradation, dumbification, dirty talk, he’s soo pretty n he knows it
“toru, you’re so pretty,” you sigh absentmindedly whilst you watch— an annoyance twisted with regret instantly settling in once his teary, blue eyes snap up to meet yours; thick white eyelashes batting up at you as he basks a little too lavishly in the praise you give him. the smirk he offers you is smug but stuffed even when he pulls back enough to garble out an entitled ‘thank you’ against suguru’s cock.
there’s a scoff. suguru makes quick work fisting satoru’s hair, rendering his kneeling body helpless to the brutal thrust of cock that has him gagging and deep-throating in an instant, nose snug against the dark, wet curls of sugu’s base; silencing his smart mouth before he runs it further.
“hm. i suppose he is quite pretty, isn’t he?” suguru speaks as if satoru is elsewhere, fingers now soft, combing through his white strands. it makes satoru cry out all muffled, melting impossibly deeper against his best friend’s shaft, earning a pleased, but restrained hum, “i wouldn’t praise him if i were you,” he directs at you with a slight smirk, yet his hooded eyes remain gazing down on satoru, burning with desire.
he continues, “a slut like him should be degraded. that’s what’ll get him all wet and subservient,” suguru’s purr melts into a laugh when satoru whimpers desperately in response. he’s bobbing his head at his own accord now, eyes fluttering n rolling with each gag of sugu’s length.
“isn’t that right, satoru?”
you’re in awe of the filthy scene before you which borders on obscene once the satoru gojo makes yet another show of throating geto’s cock tip-to-base: enthusiastically swallowing down, choking so perfectly and willingly on suguru’s length, no guidance from harsh, yanking hands needed. you can hear the little huffs through his nose as he spoils your shared boyfriend a moment longer; before releasing with a half-choke, half-whine— sliding back just enough to leave a spit-stringed gap between suguru’s tip and his parted, panting mouth. satoru’s chest heaves and his pink tongue darts out to lick gently.
“my greedy boy,” suguru coos proudly, petting over satoru’s hair, matching the pace of his hypnotized laps. all of it makes him snicker in amusement, “nothing in that gorgeous head of yours, just desperate for some cock and attention.. yeah?” he thumbs against teary-wet cheekbone.
fuck. you’ve never seen satoru so humiliatingly stupid, too lost to speak, and you’re captivated— so much so that you only recognize the growing wetness of toru’s pants not that of your own.
“y’re fucked up sweets..” satoru spits, literally, on suguru’s flushed head, working out a groan as he smears the saliva across the tip using his thumb.
satoru lulls his head to the side, flashing a wobbly, fucked grin as he peers up at you through those wet eyelashes. his focus slowly shifts back to suguru, pumping suguru’s thick cock with a nasty shlick-shlick-shlick of his fist, eyes glinting something delirious.
“can’t believe you’re turned on by this, pervy girl,” gojo mumbles, pleased with himself and his performance— having his cock cake and eating it too.
a/n: happy pride month + yay for my first jjk work!
thinking about virgin skips who's too afraid to finally slide his untouched cock into the wet heat of a pussy just yet—secretly afraid he’ll cum too fast and ruin the moment.
but, he’s still just so pent up from years alone in the shadows that he has to weasel his way into a sexual encounter somehow.
barely a few weeks into your relationship, when kissing gets a little too steamy and clothes become a little less on— skips is begging in your ear to just please let him try something.
then you just have to indulge him; and that’s how you’ve found yourself in just your bra with legs spread, a panting, flushed skips between nestled between your thighs with a crazed look in his eyes as he gazes down on your leaking pussy.
“i-i promise i won’t go inside,” skips mumbles with a perverted shake in his speech, fisting his cock and whimpering to himself as he drags his sensitive head against your sticky clit, “and i’ll make you cum too, hah— i promise,” he gasps out as you wriggle against him.
his lidded gaze is nothing short of disrespectful as he rakes his eyes over your shaking figure, hardly keeping his composure as he fucks himself against you.
his whining is loud and desperate, but it hardly masks the wet slide of his sex sliding against yours— and it isn’t long before skips is crying your name, cumming on your pussy and thighs with needy little whimpers.
he pulls back to admire his work, nipping at his own bottom lip and he’s grabbing his cock again.
“why ask you to call yourself mine when i could just.. keep marking you like this?”
I would be eternally grateful if you were to write anything or even hcs for daemon from date everything I love my beautiful wife but can’t find anything for them
# - ∑(o‸O) ! daemon hcs .ᐟ
!! - daemon accurate dialect (i tried), nsfw, pretty tame, edgeplay
𖦹 daemon’s moans are a mix of feminine whines and masculine groans mixed between scratchy staticky gasps
𖦹 non-penatrative sex!! sexual encounters are already strange enough for her, so they are most geared toward you and him frotting
𖦹 stone top, heavily prefers you receiving and them acting more or so less like a spectator, a facilitator
𖦹 talks you through it in her own special way, they’re really trying
𖦹 “ίs thเ𝓼 h𝓞Ŵ 𝕪o𝐔 wΔn𝕥 мy şweᵉ𝓉— ᵐy šŵᵉe𝕥 l𝔬𝓿єʳ?” staticky, is now syrupy, as they hold your hips with a bruising grip, figure glitching as he watches your trembling body with curiosity and arousal, “ү๏𝐮.. y𝓸ü dø şσ 𝐖єLŁ 𝕗ǒг 𝕄𝕖. šø p— ρ𝒶t𝕚ëņ𝐭.”
𖦹 when more experienced, daemon loves edge play
𖦹 they have endless patience, so begging is absolutely futile
𖦹 can and will edge you for hours out of sheer curiosity and their own learning, growing pleasure
!! - mommy kink, restraints, degradation, i love twinks fuck
“fuuck— that’s how i like it mommy,” dirk drawls with a drunken spell on his voice as he rolls his hips up pathetically; “got me tied up and desperate like, what? like i’m your dirty boy?”
you smile at the reminder of your work, his wrists bound together with some laundry you had torn off his waist.
“that’s exactly what you are,” you purr at him, giving a swipe to one of his pink nipples with your thumb, and he whimpers, then whines, when you dig your nail in a little, “shameless too.”
“can’t, really help it,” he’s huffing when you start to rock your hips against him, “not when all my mommy does is fuck me up,” dirk’s got a sick little smile and matching blush when he stares up at you through his eyelashes.
it pisses you off, the way he says mommy, because you know he’s getting off playing so hard into it.
he’s just as shameless and attention-hungry in his moans, especially when you start bouncing.
“you’re a whore,” you smirk, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look at you, “say it,” loving the way he’s sticking his tongue out for you.
“i’m your whore,” he corrects first, snickering to himself when he catches the way eyes light up, until his mewls garble up and it melts into a wanton moan, “god, you fuck me right..” thick eyelashes flutter and his voice is distorted into nonsensical whimpering as he relinquishes his body to you.
his chest is flushed and he writhes beneath you prettily— really, the typical way his lithe body was veiled beneath layers of assorted pieces of laundry was such a shame. freckled shoulders, hips— a delicate happy trail and steep v-line that compliments his just barely toned torso.
“mommy knows your body well,” you play along, and dirks eyes shoot open— little smile turning delirious.
“and mommy’s gonna make you cum over, and over, and over again,” you fist his messy hair harshly, “you got that, pretty boy?”
“oh, yes, mommy,” dirk winces happily, hissing through his smile, “tear your dirty boy apart.”
thinking about virgin skips who's too afraid to finally slide his untouched cock into the wet heat of a pussy just yet—secretly afraid he’ll cum too fast and ruin the moment.
but, he’s still just so pent up from years alone in the shadows that he has to weasel his way into a sexual encounter somehow.
barely a few weeks into your relationship, when kissing gets a little too steamy and clothes become a little less on; skips is begging against your ear for you to just please let him try something.
of course, you just have to indulge him; and that’s how you’ve found yourself in just your bra with legs spread, a panting, flushed skips nestled between your thighs with a crazed look in his eyes as he gazes down at your weeping pussy.
“i-i promise i won’t go inside,” skips mumbles with a perverted shake in his speech, fisting his cock and whimpering to himself as he drags his sensitive head against your sticky clit, “and i’ll make you cum too, hah— i promise,” he gasps out as you wriggle against him.
his lidded gaze is nothing short of disrespectful as he rakes his eyes over your shaking figure, hardly keeping his composure as he fucks himself against you.
his whining is loud and desperate, but it hardly masks the wet shlick of his sex sliding against yours— and it isn’t long before skips is sobbing out your name, painting your pussy and plush thighs white while whimpering through the intensity of his first orgasm.
he pulls back to admire his work, nipping at his own bottom lip and he’s grabbing his cock again.
“why ask you to call yourself mine when i could just.. keep marking you like this?”
!! — reader has a pussy, tony is an italian-american new yorker (real), dialect, dirty talk n banter, no reader orgasm, semi-public quickie, blowjob, creampie, mmm lots of dialogue
(☆ω☆) — need a trial run?
tony snickers in amusement at the way you bat your eyelashes and lean towards him with doe eyes.
"babydoll, if i wanted any lip outta ya, i'd tug my zipper down," his voice is gravelly and his accent is thick, “tell me—izzat the somethin’ you’re after?”
you nod, reaching your hand further up his thigh and leaning in enough so that your lips ghost over his. you feel his heated breath when you open your mouth to speak, “sure is,” before you crash your lips against his.
"hey-hey! over here toots!" a familiar, gruff voice calls out to you, and two intimately familiar calloused hands beckon you further into the construction site you've entered, and you find yourself walking up to tony, who's taken his seat at one of the patio tables for his lunch break.
"hi tony," you smile, joining him on the metal bench where he, and you, plan to spend the next 30 minutes.
he brushes a knuckle against your cheekbone, looking at you sideways. "what has you comin' to see me while i'm on the clock sweet stuff? eh?" he pinches your cheek at the end, a lopsided smirk showing off his canines. something in his eyes tells you he knows why you're here.
you know what he's talkin' about.
"what, not accepting company today?" you quip back, placing a teasing hand on tony's thigh. you scooch yourself closer to italian, basking in the way his face flushes but he still watches your every move like a hawk; "i thought you and i could make great use of that time you've got."
tony snickers in amusement at the way you bat your eyelashes and lean towards him with doe eyes.
"babydoll, if i wanted any lip outta ya, i'd tug my zipper down," his voice is gravelly and his accent is thick, “tell me—izzat the somethin’ you’re after?”
you nod, reaching your hand further up his thigh and leaning in enough so that your lips ghost over his. you feel his heated breath when you open your mouth to speak, “sure is,” before you crash your lips against his.
his lips meet yours with fervor, and he chuckles deeply between wet smacks and your teeth clash here and there—
“knees,” he juts his chin towards the empty space between his parted knees, “get yourself comfy sugartits, i don’ ask twice,” tony huffs a laugh to himself, checking his watch with a glance; “you’ve got 20 minutes now toots, make it count,” he says it like it’s some sort of challenge, and you’re happy to accept.
you settle yourself between his legs quickly, not caring much for your comfort as your eyes nearly cross following tony’s ministrations on his tool belt, then fly; then he’s fisting his cock right in front of your face and you’re trying not to drool.
you shift from your spot on the ground impatiently, feeling the growing heat in your stomach and wetness in your underwear slowly become unbearable.
"what? mess in your panties?" tony rubs the head of his cock against your parting lips, and you taste the pre that smears across them, “c’mon, open up doll-face , i don’t got all day.”
there’s no need for tony to ask twice, as you get yourself to work on his thick cock, happily wrapping your lips around him with bobs of your head; and your hand strokes the lower shaft of his cock you can’t quite choke down your throat yet.
“thatta girl,” tony groans out, threading his fingers into your hair tightly, helping you set a good rhythm sucking his dick, “get your skirt and panties off, im cummin’ in that pussy,” he huffs, you moan.
“yeah? that sound good?”
you struggle, nod and swallow around his cock, and he yanks you off by your hair— a burn you weren’t sure you enjoyed until now.
you only manage to get your panties slipped off by the time he growls “c’mere,” at you, hoisting you up onto his lap before flipping up your skirt hastily. he lines you up and grips the fat of your ass as you sink yourself down.
it isn’t long before you’re adjusted and tony’s jackhammering his cock into your cunt, biting along your neck as he fucks himself up into you, bucking himself to the brink.
“fuck— i’m not gonna last long princess,” he’s breathless now, hips still not letting up his abusive pace on your cunt.
you moan along with him, wrapping your arms up around his neck, “give it to me, tony,” you ask breathless, “please,” you add politely with a roll of your hips, “fill me up,” you whisper against the shell of his ear.
tony grunts out another “fuck,” while he tightens his grip on your hips, rough palms and jagged nails digging against your skin. he pounds you twice more, so deep it knocks the wind out of you, and he’s cumming with a mean bite down on your shoulder.
you grind against his cock lazily and his hips start twitching to a still, and you can feel your pussy greedily milk him for all he’s worth.
“shit— tony,” you say breathlessly, and he chuckles at you, giving you a scruff of your hair and a good job kiss to your forehead, and an i’m not sorry kiss by your temple; as he snatches your panties up from some spot beside him on the bench, pulling you around like a doll in his lap while he tugs your panties back up your thighs.
he tucks himself away next snickering and shaking his head to himself as you watch his cock intently till it’s out of your sight. then, he’s lifting you by your hips and giving you a gentle boost and lift onto the ground.
he’s much taller than you, and his wide stature makes you feel dwarfed. he shifts his belt some, brushes off his jeans, and stoops down to your ear with a smirk.
“swing by again later with that pussy ready f’me, i ain’t get to eat my lunch.”
and he turns on his heel back into the construction site, right as his call-time whistle blows.
SYNOPSIS: Kevin, Hank 4, is balls deep and still finding time to send pics to the group chat
TAGS: FEM/AFAB! Reader, Crack/Smut, Hank 4-focused, Whiny!Hank 4, Name Kink, Photo/Video During Sex, Slightly Sloppy Writing, Group Chat Shenanigans
AO3: yasminwayne Ko-Fi: buy me a coffee!
daddy-o: can we get some ambient lighting too? soft focus?
twohanky 👻: WHO GAVE YOU DIRECTORIAL VISION???
twohanky 👻: GET OUT
"Say the word," Hank 4, Kevin, breathed, lips dragging messily along your jaw. "And I’ll be on my knees so fast I’ll leave skid marks on the wood, baby."
He bit his lip as he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, a wild, adoring grin tugging at his mouth. Too much teeth, too much mischief, too much everything. His pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed, hair clinging to his forehead like he’d already run a marathon just kissing you.
And he had the nerve to still look so happy about it. Like ruining himself for you was his favorite sport.
You didn’t answer, not verbally. Just grabbed the hem of his stupid little crop top and yanked him closer by the collar. That was all he needed.
"Ohhh, you’re mean," Kevin whined, half-laughing, voice going thick like molasses. "Lookin’ at me like that? Giving me those eyes?"
His hips found yours automatically, slotting into the space between your thighs like they’d been molded to fit. He moved instinctively, pressing closer, rolling his hips just enough to make you gasp.
"I’m just a dude, babe," he rambled, hands skating under your shirt, fingers greedy but still gentle. "Like. A guy. With a dumb brain and worse self-control and a major, major situation happening in his pants right now."
You started to laugh, but it turned into a squeak when he lifted you clean off the floor like it was nothing, setting you down on the edge of the kitchen counter with a little bounce that had heat curling through your gut. His palms skimmed over your thighs, fingers pressing in like he wanted to memorize the shape of you, sliding up your sides like he couldn’t decide where to land.
His eyes roamed slow, shameless over the soft lines of your chest, the flush on your cheeks, the way your breath caught under his touch.
"Oh, fuck," Kevin muttered, absolutely stunned. "You’re unreal. Like… I think I just forgot my name."
"It’s Kevin, babe."
"Yeah," he exhaled, grinning wide as he leaned in close again, lips brushing the corner of your mouth. "That sounds right. Sounds so right comin’ outta your mouth."
He crashed forward again, kissing you open-mouthed, licking at your tongue and nipping at your bottom lip like he was trying to eat you alive.
"Mmpgh. Say it again," he groaned against your lips. "My name. Please."
You tilted your head, teasing, eyes half-lidded. "Kevin."
His whole body shivered. Like the word itself knocked the wind out of him.
"Fuck, that’s hot," he muttered, pulling back. "You could say literally anything and it would be hot."
You laughed, breathless, and leaned back just a bit, letting your legs slide further apart as your fingers curled into the hem of his crop top. "Anything?"
"Anything," he repeated, eyes locked on your mouth like it held scripture.
One of his hands moved to grip your thigh, tight enough to bruise. The other slipped under your shirt at last, broad palm skimming hot over your stomach before sliding up, greedy, trembling just slightly with how badly he wanted you.
When he cupped your chest, squeezing through the fabric of your bra, a low groan rumbled out of him like it had been sitting in his chest all day.
"Love you," he grinned, almost delirious, eyes blown wide. "Love how soft you are—how squishy. You make the best noises, babe."
His thumbs dragged slowly over your nipples, teasing through the fabric, and your breath hitched. His eyes flicked up to yours, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he tore your shirt up and over your head in one swift motion. The shirt fell away, leaving you bare from the waist up, save for the flimsy scrap of lace and cotton that barely covered your breasts.
"Off," he whined, voice low and thick. "Please, can I take this off? I wanna see."
You nodded, and his hands were immediately on you. In one swift move, your bra snapped apart in his hands like paper, tossed somewhere over his shoulder.
"So fucking gnarly," Hank whispered, dragging his eyes over you like he was trying to memorize every inch. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and you caught the flicker of something wild behind his grin. "You’re so hot, it’s actually not fair, bro!"
He dipped down without another word, mouth warm and eager as it captured one hardened peak in his mouth, sucking hard as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud.
His other hand palmed your other breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he laved attention on its twin.
He bit down, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you gasp.
"Homie, you taste so fucking good," he mumbled against your skin, nipping and sucking a trail up to your collarbone before latching onto it and sucking a dark mark into your flesh.
His hips ground down against yours again, the thick line of his cock sliding against your core through the fabric of his boxers.
He was already so hard, so desperate for you.
One hand slid down your stomach, fingers dipping teasingly beneath the waistband of your bottoms before he gripped the fabric and ripped them down your legs, leaving you bare and exposed to his hungry gaze.
"Kev," you gasped, arching into him as his mouth trailed lower, lips dragging hot and open along your stomach, your hips, the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He sucked a dark bruise into the softest spot, groaning like he was tasting ambrosia.
You shivered, hand threading into his messy curls, just about ready to beg—when suddenly, he froze.
"Oh my god, bro. Wait—wait, wait," he choked out, eyes blown wide as he jolted upright, one hand frantically patting down his pocket like he’d forgotten something crucial.
"Kev—what—"
"Gimme a sec," he laughed, face flushed and wild with affection. "Gotta send the boys a lil gift!"
Your eyes widened. "Kevin—"
Too late. His phone was already out, camera open, tilted at just the right angle to catch your flushed face, your legs bracketing his hips.
"You just look so pretty like this," he said, utterly smitten. "Gotta let ’em know what they’re missin’. Bet they wish they were me right now, brah."
Your cheeks were flushed a pretty red as he pointed the camera at you, lips parted, and chest heaving as you lay bare and wanting beneath him on the kitchen counter. The cool marble sent a shiver down your spine, nipples pebbled and aching for his touch.
Deciding to play along, you arched your back slightly, pushing your breasts up towards him in offering as you spread your thighs a little wider, baring the glistening of your cunt to his hungry gaze.
"Say cheese!"
He grinned and pointed the camera down at the both of you. The flash went off, throwing harsh shadows over the mess of limbs, skin, fabric, and flushed grins. Every dip of your waist, every ridge of his muscles, caught in that split second.
🐻 kevinbear: [SENT AN IMAGE]
🦴 hanksz: bro. you can’t just drop that in here raw
twohanky 👻 : HOLY fUCNJSDJDNJD
I DROPPED MY LAPTOP. IT HIT MY FOOT.
SKADOKSJDKKJ??? WOGSJJ?!?
🧼#3: DAWG I’M IN A LECTURE.
WITH A GUEST SURGEON.
YOU SENT ME NUDES WHILE A MAN IS HOLDING A HUMAN HEART.
daddy-o: saved. thanks king 🙏
Hank 4 was still laughing at the chaos in the group chat when your hands slipped beneath the hem of his crop top.
He gasped, eyes wide for a split second before that familiar toothy grin took over. "Okay, wow. Greedy much, baby?" he teased, voice breathless, half-laughing but already leaning in.
The phone slipped from his hand and clattered to the counter, completely forgotten. Then he was on you. All wet kisses and panting breath, laughter stuttering between hungry mouths.
You tugged at the waistband of his boxers, fingers fumbling with the elastic, and he swore softly, hips bucking forward like his body had already made the decision for him.
"Babe," he gasped, breathing hot and shaky against your mouth as he fought with his own clothes. "Gimme—fuck—just two seconds. I’m trying to get undressed and not literally pass out at the same time."
You laughed into his neck, biting lightly, and he made a noise. It was somewhere between a whimper and a bark of a laugh, as he finally got the boxers halfway down.
He grunted as he kicked off his boxers, sending them flying across the kitchen with a careless flick of his ankle. His cock sprang free, long and hard and already leaking at the tip, the thick shaft flush against his belly.
He nipped at your pulse point, soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue before his hips against yours, the thick line of his cock sliding against your slick folds.
With his hips propping up your legs, all you had to do was grind back down on him to get some friction. It stole the breath out of his chest, splotchy red hues burning up on his cheeks.
Kevin gripped your hips bruisingly tight, fingers sinking into the supple flesh as he notched the swollen head of his cock against your dripping entrance. With one brutal thrust, he slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight, clutching heat. His thick cock pulses and twitches as your velvet walls clench down around him, gripping him like a silken vice.
"Fuuuck," He groaned, eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he pistoned his hips forward, driving into you. "That's it, take it, baby."
His hips begin to move on their own accord, drawn to the slick, scorching heat of your core. He starts to thrust, his movements at first jerky and off-balance, but quickly gaining rhythm. His large hands roam the curves of your body greedily, squeezing and kneading your soft flesh as if he can't get enough of touching you.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck...!" you moaned, nails raking down his back as you clung to him desperately.
Without even pausing, he grinned and grabbed his phone again. Sweat dripped down his chest, his skin flushed and tingling with the heat of his all-consuming lust.
He zooms in, filling the screen with your face, immortalizing your ecstatic cries and the way you whine as he rails you against the countertop. The lewd, wet sounds of your fucking echo obscenely from the phone's microphone, mingling with your shameless screams and his laughter.
"Look sooo good... taking my dick... like you were made for it, babe," He grins, sweat dripping down his tensed muscles as he hooks your leg over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to slam his thick cock deeper into your cunt. His swollen balls slap against your ass with each brutal thrust, drawing even more desperate, keening cries from your lips.
Kevin snapped a few more pics, the camera flashing rapidly as he zoomed in and out, trying to get just the right angle of you splayed out on the kitchen counter.
🐻 kevinbear: [SENT A PHOTO]
🦴 hanksz: YO. YO. YO
🧼 #3: I’M IN SCRUBS. I HAVE AN EXAM IN FORTY. SEVEN. MINUTES. IF I FAIL NEUROANATOMY AGAIN I DIE IRL
daddy-o: lol. hot... send more? slower pan.
daddy-o: zoom in on the hands maybe?
daddy-o: can we get some ambient lighting too? soft focus?
twohanky 👻: WHO GAVE YOU DIRECTORIAL VISION???
twohanky 👻: GET OUT
🧼 #3: I’M PRINTING THIS CHAT AND HANDING IT TO MY PROFESSOR SO HE KNOWS WHY I FAILED.
Kevin’s phone buzzed and lit up with incoming messages. He glanced at it quickly, a wicked grin spreading across his face at the chaos unfolding in the group chat.
"Five wants a video, babe," Hank 4 panted, breath warm against your cheek. He leans over to grab a half-empty protein powder tin, using it as a makeshift stand for his phone. With deft movements, he zooms in close enough to see the way your folds stretch obscenely around his cock.
"There, that's a good angle," he grins, giving a few test thrusts as he checks the frame. "This okay, homie?"
"More than okay," you pant, feeling the tremble of his muscles under your hands, the way his arms flexed slightly to keep you grounded.
With your permission, he drew back slowly, until just the tip remained inside you, before slamming forward again. You let out a keening cry as he rolled his hips in a slow, deliberate circle, grinding his pelvis against yours to stimulate your clit with each thrust.
"Ahn… You gonna draw this out?" you giggled, dizzy with pleasure.
"Would you rather I just destroyed you and got it over with?" he purred, voice low and rough with lust. "Or would you prefer I take my time and make this last...all...night...long?"
He punctuated each word with a sharp, deep thrust. One hand released your wrists to slide down your side, fingers splaying across your lower belly. You could feel the thick line of his cock throbbing and pulsing inside you as he ground against your g-spot.
"Oh shit—they’re video calling the group chat, babe."
You giggled, settling closer. "Looks like we’ve got a live demo to put on."
"Nah," Kevin said, voice low and warm. His grin turned softer, a little more real. "They already got their video. Kinda wanna focus on you now."
The call connected a whole two hours later.
Kevin’s camera opened first, he was sprawled on the couch, a half-finished bag of chips resting on his chest. You were fast asleep on his shoulder, cheek smushed comfortably against his hoodie, dead to the world.
🧼 #3 joined the call
"Ayoooo," he drawled, munching loudly. "What’s good, brah?"
"NO," Hank 3 shrieked instantly, his camera vibrating from how hard he was shaking his phone. "YOU DID NOT. YOU DID NOT JUST ANSWER ALL SMILEY AFTER WHAT YOU DID."
Kevin blinked, chip halfway to his mouth. "Me? What’d I do?"
"YOU—YOU DIDN’T ANSWER THE CALL."
"Ohhhhhh," Kevin said, smile widening into something bright and smug. "You were tryna tune in?"
"YES, I WAS TRYNA TUNE IN," Hank 3 snapped.
twohanky 👻 and 🦴 hanksz joined the call
"I—" Hank 2’s voice cracked as his face appeared on-screen, pink and flustered.
"I waited, Kev. I had my headphones in. And you just—" he trailed off, voice going wobbly. "You left me on delivered, brah."
Kevin tilted his head, clearly trying not to laugh. "Aww. Sorry, brah."
Hank 1 gave a sad shake of his head, "Not cool, dawg. Not cool."
daddy-o joined the call
Hank 5 popped into frame, sitting in his car. His sunglasses were pushed up into his hair, and he smiled the moment he saw you asleep on Kevin’s shoulder.
"Aw," he murmured, voice low and warm. "She looks so peaceful."
He glanced at Kevin, smile turning boyish. "Did you send the video yet?"
"Gonna," Kevin replied, shifting just enough to rub your back as you stirred slightly.
"She was so loud, too," he added, grinning. "It was gnarly. You guys would’ve loved it."
"I KNOW," Hank 3 wailed somewhere off-screen
a/n: yeah this is kinda bad eheh but i thought i'd share it w u guys! inspired by a j.ai bot i talked to the other day
