“you know who you’re texting sweetheart?” his deep voice drips through your speaker.
“mhm.” you nod.
“i’m not selling to you.” he chuckles.
“wha- why?” you whine.
“cause you don’t smoke.” he leans back. “i’ll come smoke you up though. make you feel real good, yeah?” he grins already plotting.
“can you.. not tell sho? i just.. mm.” you shrink into shoto’s hoodie you’re wearing.
“didn’t even tell him you were calling me, huh?” another breathy chuckle as he gets his keys. “y’know he’s gonna get all pouty if he knows his best friend is hanging out with his brother.”
“dabi please.” you whine.
“alright, sweetheart. i’ll be there in 20.”
he hangs up and you chew on your lips wondering if you made a bad decision. you get up and go to fix your hair, trying to do anything to distract yourself until you get a text.
dabi: i’m outside
you run down the stairs of your dorm and find him parked right at the entrance. you slide into his car and he drives you both to the back of the parking lot. you’re picking at your nails, avoiding looking at him but you can feel him looking at you.
“listen,” you jump at his voice. “you sure you wanna smoke? i can listen to you whine or whatever..” he sighs.
“i do.” you nod.
“backseat.” he flicks his head back and you start to crawl back. “well.. tell me why you wanna smoke.” he adjusts in the backseat and starts to roll.
you complain about your professors and some stupid group project. continuing about how all the guys on campus are pigs, whining when he asks if shoto is one. you shake your head, telling him shoto has been so caught up in classes that you’ve been alone for the past month and all your friends have boyfriends and spend their free time with them.
“so what i’m hearing is you want a lil boyfriend and sho isn’t cutting it.” he drags his tongue along the wrap.
“dabi stop.” you cover your face.
“don’t get all shy on me now.” he chuckles and lights the blunt.
the music is low and he passes the blunt to you, clicking his tongue when you reach for it and he brings it to your glossed lips. he mumbles about a little hit but you end up coughing anyway. he hands you a bottle of water and rubs your back while smirking at you.
“did i just take your virginity?” he brings the blunt back to his mouth and takes a long drag.
“what?” you turn to him with wide eyes.
“you’ve never smoked before?” he raises an eyebrow.
“no.” you whisper.
“c’mere. this’ll make it smoother.”
he takes another hit before pulling you closer and leaning in, grabbing your jaw making you open your mouth. he blows the smoke into your mouth and you still cough anyway out of surprise.
“s’okay.” he rubs you back. “c’mon.”
he pulls you closer to him and you get comfy, tossing your leg over his thigh as he wraps his arm around you. the car is getting hazy and so is your mind as dabi keeps blowing smoke into your mouth. his lips had brushed yours this last time as you let out the smallest whimper, his fingers digging into your side.
he takes the last hit before dabbing it out in the ashtray, holding it in his lungs as he pulls you fully on his lap. he pulls your lips down to his and you happily press your lips to his, melting into him as the smoke transfers to your lungs.
he keeps kissing you even after the smoke is gone and you don’t have any complaints, you’re like putty in his lap. his hands slip under your hoodie, groaning when he only finds bare skin and then sliding back down to palm at your little cotton shorts. he pulls back but you chase his lips with a little whine and press them back to his.
he pulls back again. “tell me what you want.”
“to feel good.” you whisper.
“yeah?” he grins. “wanna rub this little pussy on my thigh til you make a mess?”
“yeah.” you nod your head quickly, tossing your leg back over his thigh.
his hands hold onto your hips watching as you drag yourself up his thigh. you look up at him with round eyes and he pulls you back into a kiss, slowly guiding your hips to keep you moving.
“dabi.” you whine into his mouth. “faster.”
“you can move on your own.” he chuckles.
“nooo want you to just.. mm.” you bury your head in his neck.
“alright alright, here.”
he maneuvers you both around until your back is on the seat and he’s between your thighs. you’re scrunched but all complaints leave your mind when he kisses the outside of your shorts. your hips jerk and his laugh fans across your heat.
“want me to pull these to the side, sweetheart?” he blinks up at you.
“yes!” you nod, fingers digging into your hoodie.
he pulls the damp cotton to the side and groans when he’s met with your slick folds. he licks a fat stripe up your center and circles your clit, grinning at the high pitched sounds spilling from your lips. he sucks your clit into his mouth and he knows he has a new addiction.
your hips are grinding against his face, one hand leaving your hoodie and going to tug his head closer. he groans into you, tongue lapping at your sensitive bud over and over until you’re shaking. you’re so sensitive and head all cloudy that you can’t form a full sentence to tell him you’re already about to cum.
“dabi- i! dabi it’s- ngh! please!”
he knows and he licks faster, slick sounds bouncing off the car windows. you cum with a sob of his name and he licks down to you pussy and slurps up your juices that leak out before shoving his tongue past your gummy entrance.
“ahh! dabi!!”
you’re shaking, tugging him closer and pushing him away all at once but he’s not done. he fucks his tongue into you, nose bumping against your clit and your toes curl, thighs slamming around his head as you cum again, harder this time. he licks you through it before pulling off with wet lips.
“feeling better?” he grins.
“mhm.” you nod, legs still shaking.
“wanna smoke again then i carry you back up to your dorm and fuck you to sleep?” he grins at your whimper.
will call tickets: pls note that some of these maybe have been misspelled in the form so i can't properly tag you - pls reach out so i can fix that for you bbg:
riding your boyfriend satoru for the first time (o^^o)
you're already halfway down when you realize you might have bitten off more than you can handle.
satoru's cock stretches you open inch by inch, and even with all the prep—his fingers, his mouth, the way he worked you open on the bed of his dorm room until you were dripping and begging—it's still a lot. he's big. you knew that from the way he'd felt against your thigh, from the way he'd groaned when you'd wrapped your hand around him earlier. knowing and feeling are two very different things.
"easy," he murmurs, and his voice is lower than usual, rougher. his hands are on your hips, thumbs pressing into the jut of bone there, but he's not guiding you. he's holding you steady. letting you set the pace. "easy, sweetheart. breathe for me."
you do. shaky inhale through your nose, slow exhale through parted lips. your thighs are trembling where they're bracketing his hips, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of him. he's propped up against the headboard, shirt long since discarded, hair a mess of white silk falling into his eyes.
he looks wrecked already, and you've barely started.
"that's it," he says, and there's a strain in his voice that wasn't there before, a tightness around the edges. "you're doing so good. just—take your time."
you sink lower. another inch. the sensation is overwhelming—full, hot, stretching you in a way that borders on too much. your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving crescents in his skin. he hisses, but it's not from pain.
"fuck," he breathes, head falling back against the headboard. "fuck, you're tight."
you pause, breath catching. "is that bad?"
"no." he laughs, but it comes out strangled. "no, it's not bad. it's—" he grits his teeth, jaw working. "it's a lot. in a good way. keep going."
you push down further, and finally, finally, you're seated fully in his lap. his cock is buried to the hilt inside you, and you feel impossibly full, stretched around him, your body struggling to accommodate his size. you stay still for a moment, just breathing, just feeling.
his hands slide up from your hips to your waist, palms warm and slightly sweaty. he's looking at you with an expression you can't quite read—hunger and wonder and something softer mixed in.
"okay?" he asks.
you nod, swallowing. "okay."
"good." he shifts beneath you, and you feel him twitch inside you, making you gasp. his lips curl into a smirk, but it's strained, his composure crumbling at the edges. "now move when you're ready. however you want. i've got you."
you start slow. experimental rolls of your hips, testing the angle, the friction. each movement sends sparks through your nerves, makes your breath stutter. his hands guide but don't push, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on your skin.
"like that," he says, voice rough. "just like that."
you find a rhythm. rocking forward, grinding down, the wet sound of your bodies meeting filling the quiet room. his head falls back again, eyes fluttering shut, and you watch his throat work as he swallows.
"you feel incredible," he rasps. "god, you have no idea how good you feel."
you pick up the pace, bracing your hands on his chest. the new angle makes him hit deeper, and you moan, head dropping forward. he takes the opportunity to lean up, catching your mouth in a kiss that's all tongue and teeth and desperation.
when he pulls back, he's breathing hard. his bangs are plastered to his forehead. there's a flush spreading across his chest.
"you're doing so well," he says, and his voice cracks on the last word. "fucking—perfect. you're perfect."
you roll your hips harder, chasing the friction, the pressure building low in your belly. his hands grip your waist tighter, and you can feel him fighting the urge to take over, to flip you and fuck you into the mattress.
"close?" he asks.
you nod, too breathless for words.
"me too." he laughs, shaky. "fuck, me too. you're gonna make me—"
he cuts himself off with a groan, his hips bucking up into you despite himself. you gasp at the sudden depth, your walls clenching around him.
"sorry," he grits out. "sorry, i just—you feel too good. i can't—"
his composure is crumbling. the infuriatingly cocky sorcerer is falling apart beneath you, his breathing ragged, his hands shaking where they hold you. he's babbling now, half-words and broken praises, telling you how good you are, how tight, how perfect.
"come for me," he gasps. "please. i need to feel you—"
you do. the command, the desperation in his voice, the way he's barely holding himself together—it pushes you over the edge. you clench around him, a broken moan falling from your lips as pleasure rips through you.
he follows a second later, with a groan that sounds almost pained, his hips thrusting up as he spills inside you. you feel every pulse, every hot rush of him filling you, and it draws your own orgasm out until you're trembling and spent.
you collapse against his chest, both of you slick with sweat, breathing hard. his arms wrap around you, pulling you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
"holy shit," he mutters.
you laugh weakly. "good?"
he tilts your chin up, kissing you slow and deep.
"perfect."
a/n: requested by a lovely anon it was so much fun 2 write hihi
ft. seishiro nagi .ᐟ | 90 minutes in the field. yet, nagi saves his best moves for you in the locker room after-hours. ⋆⟢ mdni , 2.0k wc
tags : f!reader, established relationship, “workplace” sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, squirting, eating out, nipple play, licking/biting, spanking, fingering, overstimulation . . . entirely smut i cried writing this
the heavy slam of the locker room doors signaled the final goodbyes of the team, leaving the concrete walls entirely yours. the air was thick and warm, carrying the clean scent of soap, damp tile, and everlasting heat of a high-stakes match. you were supposed to be finishing the final boxes of the post-game inventory, but your progress had stalled the moment you reached the end of the benches.
nagi was waiting for you, looking completely undone and disastrously handsome.
he was slumped back against the lockers, his long legs stretched out across the floor. his jersey long gone, leaving him in his compression boxers and white towel slung loosely over his broad shoulders. his messy white hair still damp, clinging to his forehead, but his dark eyes were wide awake, tracking your steps with possessiveness.
“you’re taking too long,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that echoed in the silent room.
“some of us actually have to work, nagi,” you said, stepping into the narrow space between his knees.
before you could even look down from your clipboard, nagi reached up, his massive, slender hands wrapping firmly around your hips. with a single, effortless tug, he pulled you straight down to his lap. the clipboard clattering uselessly onto the bench beside him as you shifted, your thighs straddling his, your hands instinctively coming up to rest against his bare shoulders.
“work is over,” he whispered, his face dipping into the crook of your neck. he let out a long, hot exhale against your skin that sent a shiver through you. his arms wound tightly around your waist, pulling your chest flush against his. the radiating heat of his skin was intoxicating, completely erasing the crisp chill of the stadium outside.
you let out a soft laugh, burying your fingers into the soft strands of his white hair, gently pulling just enough to force him to look up at you. “the managers are going to lock us in, you know”
“good. then i don’t have to move,” he countered smoothly, a slow, teasing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. up close, his pupils were completely blown out, his gaze dripping down to your lips before looking back onto your eyes with an intense, unblinking need. “you played incredibly well today, by the way. i think you deserve a reward.”
“i didn’t play today, nagi. you did,” you reminded him, your thumb lightly tracing the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the prickle of his skin.
“i only played well because you were watching,” his hands sliding down from your waist to grip the back of your thighs, lifting you just a fraction closer until there wasn’t an inch of space left between your bodies. the lazy, indifferent athlete from the field was completely gone, replaced by the consuming gravity he reserved only for you behind closed doors. he leaned up, his lips brushing softly against yours, teasing the seam of your lips without kissing you yet. “so,” nagi whispered against your lips, his grip tightening possessively against your thighs. “are you going to keep making me beg for my kiss, or are you gonna finish your paperwork later?”
you didn’t give him the satisfaction of an answer. instead, you titled your head, gapped the space between your faces, and pressed your lips firmly against his. a soft, satisfied hum rumbled deep in nagi’s throat as he met you halfway. his hands gliding to the small of your back, pressing into your spine to arch you in so close that you could feel the rapid pounding of his pulse against your own chest.
when you finally parted for air, your forehead rested against his, both of your breaths coming a little shorter in the warm air of the locker room. “paperwork later,” you whispered, a breathless smile appearing as your fingers idly tangled in his strands.
“good,” nagi breathed, his eyelids drooping half-shut as that familiar grin returned to his face. he leaned back against the lockers taking you with him without ever loosening his grip on you. he looked completely smug; content to keep you trapped in his lap for the rest of the night. “because i’m definitely too tired to let you go now.”
nagi’s lips finds yours again, feverish as ever. his kisses slowly trailing down your jaw, which turns into bites and sucks as he reaches your neck. his tongue moving skillfully between your cranked head, revealing purple hues that’ll have you wearing turtlenecks. he unnatatches from your neck to look up at you with those hazy eyes, slowly lifting your shirt, and bunching it up for you to bite on. his hands come up to carry the weight of your tits, thumbs pressing and circling your nipples until they peak. he leans in, using the same skillful tongue to tug and surround your nipples with warmth. his teeth teasingly scraping against it, which has you whining into the fabric.
he lets go with a “pop!” grabbing your hips and settling you on the bench back-first. his hands digging in the fat of your exposed thighs, spreading them slowly as if he’s preparing himself for a meal. your miniskirt not providing any coverage, as the wet-patch seeping through your cotton panties has him salivating, “and i thought i was the impatient one.”
he hooks his finger under, and pushes your underwear to the side. his pupils dilate to love hearts as your slick—from all his teasing—webs between your folds, which he spreads with two fingers like he has all the time in the world. your body betraying you, instinctively moving into his palm chasing more friction, shirt falling at the attempt, needy whines escaping. when the tips of his fingers graze your clit, your moans become enticingly so, that he can’t help but want more.
nagi buries his face between your trembling thighs, already overstimulated. he takes in the glistening folds, the soft plush, and the familiar scent of desire. “god, i’ll never get tired of this” he practically moans as he delves into your cunt likes he’s been deprived. he uses his hands to hold your thighs threatening to crush him open, and uses yours to—”spread yourself open for me, baby” your fingers following command as you part your folds, blush blooming onto your cheeks at the promiscuity. his satisfied hum radiating into you as he licks long, broad stripes and tight circles against your clit. lips latching onto your swollen nub, cheeks hollowing, tongue unrelenting.
your thighs shaking at his tongue prodding every corner, your fingers slipping as you get hypnotized in the waves of pleasure. nagi can’t have that. he twists his arm to land a harsh spank! to your ass along with a shocked yelp from you, his already weariness depleting his patience, “keep them spread. don’t close up on me” he orders with his mouth full. he deliberately moves in and out of your hole, feeling the way you clench around him at every entrance. his cock leaking pre-cum at the delicious feeling, darkening his briefs.
his tongue still unreleasing from your pussy—as if he’s addicted—he pushes down his boxers letting his already erect cock spring up against his abdomen, abs clenching at the contact. in tandem, your excruciating shriek comes with the heavy gush of white and clear soaking nagi’s face. “o-oh my god, a-ah!”
he releases from you with a gasp for air, which only he denied himself, “my good girl” he coos as he lines up his cock with your folds. he pumps his dick a few times before tapping it onto your clit, tip nudging the bud so perfectly. one hand interlocks with yours while he pushes in patiently. his low, musky groan through his teeth echoing through the room, sending signals straight to your pussy. both hands intertwine with yours now, fully and deeply connected.
“f-fuck. been thinking about this since i saw you cheering for me. pretty little thing bouncing, screaming my name. you’re so perfect” he confesses.
all you can fathom is how his girthy length is splitting you open, reaching points of ecstasy that has your eyes rolling to your skull. giving you no time to adjust from your last orgasm, nagi’s hips snap rhythmically at your contorted face, wanting—no, needing, to get those alluring sounds out of you. even in the midst of it all, he’s powerless to admiring your beauty. his fingers interlacing your hair, moving strands out of your face, “just stay by my side so i can look at you forever.”
his endearing avowal snaps you out of your trance slightly, hands wrapping around his neck to appreciate his show of affection. “i love you nagi–” his knee rising onto the bench to pound flawlessly into the spongey, warm spot at the edge of your walls, having you choke on your words. your eyes widening, body jerking at the sudden hit when you’re sensitive as ever. nagi continuously crashes into that sweet spot until the whites of your eyes overtake, tongue lolling out as drool helplessly drips. “fuck! n-ngh, i can’t t-take it!” as cock-drunk as you are, nagi’s not so behind. his response comes out in more rapid, intense thrusts drumming you to another orgasm.
nagi feels every spasm around him as you white-out. he groans loudly at the saccharine flutter which turns into a deadly grip on his dick, having to slow his pace to restrain filling you up. he lets you ride out your orgasm, letting you breathe at every quiver. you’ve gone completely limp in his hold, no strength left in your whimpers. he holds you to him like you’re the most delicate being to exist, to him you are. the way your sweat glistens your skin and tears glitter in your lashes, every sparkle has nagi’s balls emptying themselves sore straight into you. his head dropping down, hips spasming as if he didn’t deserve such bliss. “you feel that? you feel me in you?” he groans.
“mm, you feel so warm” your words finally render. nagi pulls out slowly and watches his thick load gape your hole and spurt out little by little. you weakly smile at the face of accomplishment he has on, basking in the amazing ending of your rendezvous. until, nagi’s expression changes scarily, hands latching onto your thighs once again. don’t tell me. . . “you thought i was done?” he cockily smirks as your eyebrows furrow into worry. “relax, i’m just cleaning you up,” his well-known void promises have you checking for emergency exits.
nagi takes his middle and ring finger and pushes back into your pussy, forcing his way through all the juices settled there. “n-nghh, p-please” you plead for a second as every vein is on fire right now, you just might melt if he starts again. his canines pop out at your reaction, how cute, he thinks. his narrow fingers delve into you so excruciatingly slow, memorizing every ridge sprayed with his cum. pumping in and out at a steady pace, he takes his pointer finger and adds a third. your back immediately arching at the intrusion. you try to lessen the stimulation by backing away, but nagi presses a palm flat onto your lower stomach, right above your pelvis that makes every finger feel ten times deeper. your pathetic sobs as every emotion overfills has nagi pistoning his fingers faster and louder. he knows every part of you, every motion and curve of his hands has you squirming, his fingers knuckle deep.
it feels like you’ve ascended as your third back-to-back orgasm nears. your hands flailing, head shaking, thighs closing as your body can’t recognize this overwhelming pleasure. “im cumming! p-please, a-ahh!” is all you can get out at the unfamiliar looming sensation. you cum around his fingers, gushing wetter and harder. clear squirt coming out wildly, soaking everything in front and beneath you: your thighs, nagi’s chest and fingers, the bench. it feels like you’ve just ran a marathon, slumping on the drenched metal. nagi holds you as all your muscles have grown taunt.
he trails quick kisses from your temples to your lips, “i love you more,” he finally responds.
dividers by @cursed-carmine
i want to apologize for the lack of dialogue i think i went into a smut writing trance i promise my next one will have more
he always looks so calm and composed — except when it’s about you.
you’re the only person that makes him snap, that cracks his nonchalant facade and the only one who sees the wild and out of control side of him.
you’re ass up and face down, drooling over the pillows as you grip the sheets tightly. your back is in an impossible arch and all you can feel is an immeasurable pleasure because of sae’s cock stretching you in half and the burning heat on your asscheeks each time he smacks them. the noise of his hips slamming harshly against yours blending with your moans and whimpers. you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve finished.
your pussy clenches around him and your creampie splashes all over with each rough thrust, the juices running down your thighs and drenching the sheets beneath you just as your drool does with the pillow. it’s primal and animalistic, yet he focuses on your pleasure. one of the hands on your waist make his way down to your clit, fingers quickly finding it between your legs and moving them in circles against your bud. he leans in, chest pressing against your back as he kisses your shoulder — sloppy, open-mouthed kisses all over your skin. his other hand grabs your neck, pulling your hear up before giving you a messy kiss. teeth colliding, his tongue dominating you.
“you fucking slut” he growls against your mouth, his eyes glistening with raw lust. his cock hits your cervix, stretching you out as you feel you’re being parted in half. there’s nothing remaining of your composed boyfriend — all sae is now is a mess of raw hunger guided by his most primal instincts. each thrust is erratic, unsteady, sloppy. you can barely take it anymore as his lips leave yours, his eyes locking with your fuzzy gaze, “fucking love you ‘n this tight pussy” he mumbles against your ear, his fingers on your clit speeding up.
so fucking dirty.
“shit— sae!” you whine, mind too dizzy to even care. “just fill me up again already”. his pupils are dilated, animalistic pace as his length grinds against your sweet spot, making the burn blend into an intoxicating pleasure. your eyes roll back to your skull as he presses you more against the mattress, lifting more your butt. your thighs tremble as his weight crushes you into the mattress, your cheek pressed harder against the sheets as his hips slammed into you with brutal precision. his free hand makes his way up and pins the back of your neck, forcing you down, while the other keeps abusing your throbbing bud as he drags you back onto his cock with every punishing thrust. the angle is merciless, pounding straight into you until your thighs shook uncontrollably. each stroke rougher, deeper, as if he wanted to split you apart and mold you around him.
your body trembles violently, your cries muffled into the sheets as your climax rips through you, overwhelming and uncontrollable. he doesn’t slow down—if anything, the clenching of your walls and the sudden warmth juice drenching his balls and spilling onto the mattress make him fuck you harder, chasing his own release while holding you in place like you were nothing more than his to ruin. with a final, erratic thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, spilling into you with a growl against your ear. his body pressing you down as his breath becomes ragged, possessive. “fucking perfect”
You nod quickly, teeth sinking into your lower lip as you force your eyes closed. A long, needy moan slips out anyway, trembling and drawn out.
» Y/n, « Rin growls, his voice low, rough, almost ragged with desire. » We have to be quiet.«
His words rumble against your skin like a warning, but there's nothing calm in them—just lust burning through his veins, sharp and addictive like heroin. He's already trembling from the effort of holding back, turquoise eyes locking on you with that look that knocks the air out of your lungs.
Those eyes—deep, unyielding—say everything: that if he had his way, he'd rip your clothes to pieces right here. He'd bend you over, fuck you against the wall until you screamed his name so loud the whole damn building heard.
But Rin Itoshi is selfish. Always has been. Every sound you make is his, and his alone. Your cries, your gasps, your broken moans—they don't belong to the world outside these walls. They belong only to him.
Your body is electric under his touch. Even the slightest brush of his fingers sends shockwaves racing through you, raising goosebumps over your skin.
Three weeks. Three long weeks since the last time you touched him, since the last time you felt his lips or his cock inside you. It wasn't that long, not really, but addiction has its own cruel clock. Withdrawal hits harder than hunger, sharper than thirst.
And right now, you're starving.
Rin's mouth finds your neck, hot and wet. He drags his lips along your skin, teeth grazing lightly before biting down just enough to make you gasp. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you struggle to swallow the sound.
» Ahhh—« The moan bursts free despite you, and your head knocks back against the wall.
Rin shoots you a glance, sharp and warning, eyes narrowed in silent command: shut the fuck up.
His hands slide lower, gripping your ass, kneading roughly until you can't keep your brows from knitting together. He pulls you closer until the hard line of his cock presses firmly against your stomach.
The kiss he gives you isn't soft, isn't sweet. It's hungry. Devouring. His tongue shoves into your mouth, teeth scraping yours in a battle you can't win and don't want to. His body is hot, caging you in, and the air in the small locker room feels like it's vibrating.
You were only supposed to bring him the training gear he'd forgotten. A quick handoff before his practice. But now? Now you can't pull away, can't imagine leaving him untouched.
Outside the door, you can hear voices. Footsteps. His teammates. Someone laughs, a door slams, sneakers squeak on polished wood. They're gathering in the hall, just meters away. One wrong sound and everything is ruined.
Rin doesn't care. Or maybe he cares too much. His hard cock grinds against you, pulling a choked gasp from your lips.
» Rin...« you murmur, needy and impatient. The throbbing heat between your thighs is unbearable.
He doesn't answer. His fingers find the waistband of your jeans, popping the button open, tugging the zipper down. His hand slips inside your panties, and you have to bite down hard on your lip to keep from moaning.
His fingers glide over your folds, teasing, stroking but never giving you what you need. You tilt your hips, searching for friction. » Rin... please.«
» So wet for me, « he whispers, voice hot against your ear. He sinks a finger into your pussy without warning, and your walls clamp down around him immediately.
» Ahhh—« The sound spills from you, weak, trembling. You slap your own hand over your mouth, eyes squeezing shut as you fight to muffle the moan. Rin's lips curl in a grin. He loves seeing you try and fail.
» You hear them out there?« he murmurs, pulling his finger out slowly, coated in your slick. His eyes lock on yours as he lifts it to his lips and sucks. He groans low, savoring the taste. »They're waiting. And you're in here dripping on my hand.«
The heat in your belly coils tighter.
» We should hurry,« he mutters, though his tone is anything but rushed.
Your hands scramble to undo his sweats, yanking them down along with his boxers. His cock springs free—thick, hard, veins standing out along the shaft, tip flushed red. Your thighs squeeze together instinctively, your mouth going dry.
You shove your jeans down, underwear following, until you're bare and trembling under his gaze. He positions himself between your legs, the blunt head of his cock brushing your entrance, and you can't help the small, desperate moan that escapes.
» Rin—«
He thrusts into you without warning.
»Ahhh!« Your cry breaks out before you can stop it, too loud, too sharp. Rin slams a hand over your mouth instantly, eyes blazing.
»Be quiet,« he snarls, voice shaking with effort as his cock sinks deeper, stretching you wide, filling you to the hilt. »Or they'll hear everything.«
You nod frantically against his palm, tears springing to your eyes as your body fights to take him in. He doesn't wait, doesn't let you adjust—he pulls back and slams forward again, hips snapping against yours with brutal precision.
The wet slap of skin against skin echoes in the small space, and panic mixes with the fire inside you. Anyone could hear. Anyone could open the door.
Your eyes roll back, your nails carving half-moons into his arms as his pace quickens. » Fuck, Rin,« you try to say, muffled against his hand. The sound comes out as a whimper, desperate and broken.
His forehead presses to yours, sweat dripping onto your cheeks as he growls, » Quiet. Every noise you make is mine. Only mine.«
The words nearly undo you. Your walls spasm around him, sucking him in deeper, tighter.
Outside, there's a shout. Someone calls Rin's name. You freeze, panic flashing in your eyes. Rin doesn't stop. He doesn't even hesitate. His hips drive harder, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur.
» Fuck—so tight,« he groans, voice ragged. » You want them to hear you like this? Want them to know I'm the one who fucks you like this?«
You shake your head frantically, gasping into his hand. Your legs tremble, your core clenches, your body spiraling out of control.
The orgasm hits like a wave, crashing hard and violent. Your pussy clamps down, milking his cock, and you scream into his palm. Tears blur your vision as your whole body convulses, shaking uncontrollably.
» God, yes—just like that,«
Rin snarls, pounding into you through your orgasm. » You're so fucking loud. So desperate.«
Your thighs shake, overstimulated, but he doesn't slow. His rhythm turns frantic, sloppy. His breath stutters hot and fast against your ear.
» Fuck—I'm close,« he pants, hips snapping hard. His cock twitches inside you, the pressure building.
You whimper against his palm, words muffled but pleading. He grits his teeth, eyes dark with lust and fury, as if your begging only pushes him further.
» Shit—I'm gonna cum—« he groans, body trembling. His thrusts turn wild, losing their rhythm, and then he slams deep one last time. Heat floods you, thick and hot, spilling deep into your pussy as he curses through clenched teeth.
» Fuck!« The word tears out of him, muffled against your neck. He buries himself to the hilt, cum spilling inside you in heavy pulses, filling you until it leaks down your thighs.
You collapse against him, weak, trembling. His hand finally drops from your mouth, and you suck in air like you've been drowning. Your lips are swollen, your face damp with sweat and tears.
Rin holds you there, chest heaving, cock still buried inside you as his cum seeps out slowly. His eyes are glazed, his expression half-feral, but his grip on your hips stays iron tight—as if to remind you you're not going anywhere.
Footsteps echo closer outside the door. Someone laughs. Someone else knocks on the wall just a few feet away.
He kisses you hard, messy, before pulling back just enough to watch your flushed, ruined face. His thumb wipes the corner of your mouth where spit clings, and his grin turns sharp.
He is already tucking himself back into his sweats. » I'm nowhere near finished with you.«
And as you slump back against the wall, legs still shaking, you realize he means it.
»You think I wouldn't notice?« Nagi mutters, voice low, dark, and dangerous as you squirm beneath him.
Your entire body is electric. Sweat beads on your forehead, tears cling to the corners of your eyes, every nerve on fire, your skin tingling with the sheer ache of need.
»Mmhh—Nagi, please!« you moan, throat raw from the sounds he's already dragged out of you. Your voice trembles, trembling between desperation and the sharp bite of pleasure.
His hand doesn't stop. It circles your clit with maddening precision, two fingers plunging deep inside, scissoring roughly as your hips twitch and writhe helplessly against his palm.
» Please what, huh?« he snaps, sharp, coated with anger and lust. »You really thought I wouldn't notice you trying to make me jealous?«
His fingers move faster now — no caution, no mercy, no gentleness. They pump into your pussy hard, relentless, each thrust leaving a sting that twists into fire and desire. It's sweet, sharp, aching, and you can't help the moan that escapes despite your best efforts to hold it back.
» Fuck—Nagi!« your head falls back, neck arching on its own, thighs clamping instinctively as if you could hold him there.
But Nagi shoves an arm between them, forcing your legs apart, keeping you exposed, trembling, open for him alone.
» You wish it was that other guy doing this to you, huh?« he growls, eyes blazing as they lock onto your flushed, glossy face, lips parted, eyes wide and needy.
» Ahhh!« you cry, voice breaking, helpless and high-pitched.
» Answer,« he demands, ripping his fingers out of you, leaving that hollow ache behind, empty and burning.
You whimper at the loss, but Nagi's already fumbling with his belt, tearing it open and yanking his jeans and boxers down in one sharp, impatient motion. His hands grip your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the bed, your body flat and helpless beneath him.
» Say it, «he repeats — then thrusts into you without warning, cock splitting you open, stretching you wide in one brutal, all-consuming stroke.
» Aahhh—Nagi!« you scream, sharp, broken, the sweet sting of his cock driving through you and setting your whole body alight. Your eyes flutter back, head lolling against the mattress.
» Use your words, or I can't understand you,« he grits, hips snapping hard, the wet sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, echoing, filthy, relentless.
» N-No!« you gasp, heat coiling fast between your legs, muscles tightening around him instinctively.
» What?« he pants, voice ragged, breathing uneven. » I can't hear you.«
Sweat glistens on his temple, strands of white hair clinging to damp skin. Veins stand out along his forearms as he pounds into you, deep, relentless, claiming every inch of you with brutal precision.
He grips your hips, spinning you onto your stomach effortlessly, forcing your ass up for him.
The sharp crack of his hand against your cheek rings out, pain blooming, sweet and brutal, making you clamp down on his cock reflexively.
Tears stick to your lashes as you moan, a ruined, helpless wreck beneath him, chest pressed to the mattress, body slack but trembling violently.
» N-No!« you cry louder, voice breaking, and Nagi laughs — dark, cruel, predatory.
»I hope you know who you belong to,« he growls, nails digging into your hips, holding you exactly where he wants you as he fucks you harder, faster, more possessively than before.
» Mmmhh!« you sob, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth, eyes squeezed shut, body quivering violently, shaking under his control.
» Only you,« you whisper, words spilling like surrender, heat coiling tighter and tighter in your belly until it's unbearable, electric, full of ache and longing.
» Nagi, I—!« you choke out, muscles seizing, body wound tight like a bow straining to snap.
» Shit,« he hisses through clenched teeth, hips slamming harder, cock driving deep, harder, faster. » Your little pussy is so fucking tight around my dick.«
He shifts his rhythm — faster, meaner, rougher — driving into you with enough force to make the bedframe groan, skin slapping skin.
» God, so fucking tight,« he mutters, eyes locked on your trembling ass and the way your pussy swallows him greedily. One cheek is red from his hand, wet sounds rising in the air, obscene, heavy, dripping with need.
You gasp for air, chest heaving, every nerve ignited, muscles tensed beyond control, until—
» God, Nagi—I'm coming!« you scream, the wave tearing through you, shaking your whole body as your pussy clamps and squeezes around his cock, dragging a sob from your throat.
» Fuck!« Nagi groans, body jerking, senses overwhelmed as he feels you milking him inside you. He doesn't slow, doesn't ease up — keeps pounding, fucking you through your orgasm with the same brutal, unyielding pace.
»G—god, Nagi!« your hands claw at the sheets, nails digging in, mouth parted, drool slipping down your chin, eyes glazed and unfocused, moans ragged and broken.
»I can't—« you whisper, body overstimulated, nerves strung tight like bowstrings, trembling uncontrollably.
»You'll take it,« Nagi growls, voice low, feral, absolute. »You take me so fucking perfectly, like a good slut.«
His words rough, possessive, dragging another moan from your throat that you didn't know you still had left.
» Your pussy's so fucking wet for me,« he mutters, half to himself, hips rolling, cock buried deep, claiming you, stretching you wide.
You twitch, shaking, every nerve overfired, every sensation sharp and unbearable. Your thighs quake, your legs threaten to collapse.
»Nagi, please!« you beg, voice cracking, thighs trembling, but he only tightens his grip on your hips, keeping you up, keeping you open, forcing you to take him fully.
»Fuck—I'm gonna cum in you, yeah?« he pants, hips stuttering, cock twitching, deep inside your tight, wet heat. »You've been a little whore tonight, trying to piss me off.«
His thrusts get sloppy, desperate, rough, full of hunger and ownership.
» Fuck—hope you know who you belong to, «he mutters again.
Then the final wave hits — one last brutal climax. Your body convulses violently, stronger and harder than before, every nerve alight, every muscle quivering, pussy clamping around him, orgasm shredding through your system.
Nagi groans, low, guttural, body shaking as he spills inside you, hot, thick, filling you to the brim, pulsing deep into your clenching pussy, hips jerking through aftershocks, cock twitching violently.
Finally, he releases his hold on your hips, and you collapse forward, face-first into the mattress, trembling, ruined, dripping, spent, utterly his.
You lie there, chest heaving, sweat dripping down, limbs heavy and weak, every inch of you buzzing from overstimulation. Nagi leans over you briefly, catching his breath, lips brushing your hair, fingers tracing down your spine before relaxing beside you.
The room is quiet now except for the ragged sound of your breathing, the slick, wet sheen on your skin, and the faint hum of the world outside. Your body still shivers, overstimulated and aching, each nerve alive with what just happened.
Nagi smirks faintly, watching you squirm slightly in your aftershocks, then tugs his jeans back up with casual impatience. His eyes find yours again — sharp, possessive, claiming — and you taste the heat in his gaze like a promise, like a warning that you're not done being his.
The camera app is open, red record button blinking steadily in the reflection of Sae’s half-lidded eyes.
You’re on your knees, settled between his thighs on the hotel bed. He’s still half-dressed—compression pants pushed down just enough, national team jersey rumpled. His voice is low and sharp with impatience.
“Come on,” he mutters, tapping the back of your head with his phone lightly. “I don’t have all night.”
You glance up. He’s already recording.
Of course he is.
“Open your mouth.” He says, And You do.
“Wider.”
You stretch your jaw, and he slips the tip of his cock over your tongue, watching the way your lips part around him with a glint of something dark in his eyes.
“Good,” he says, voice flat but satisfied. “Look up. Keep eye contact with the camera.”
You’re not even sure where to focus—on the phone hovering inches above your face, or on the lazy dominance in his smirk.
“This is for me,” he adds, thrusting just slightly, the head pushing against the back of your throat. “For when I’m stuck in some hotel halfway across the world. I’ll jerk off to this when I’m bored. So make it good.”
You gag a little as he pushes in deeper, your throat resisting before relaxing as you try to keep up.
He groans. “There you go.”
His grip on the phone doesn’t waver. His other hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head down until your nose is flush against his pelvis, the scent of his skin overwhelming. He holds you there, just long enough to feel the tight flutter of your throat around him, then pulls you back slowly, watching the line of spit stretch from your lips to his cock.
“Fuck. That’s so hot.”
Your eyes are watering. Saliva drips from your chin. You barely have time to breathe before he shoves back in.
“I said keep eye contact,” he snaps when your gaze falters. “What—too much already?”
You shake your head, throat stuffed, and he clicks his tongue like he’s unimpressed.
“Pathetic,” he mutters. “All that whining earlier, and now you can’t even keep your eyes open for me?”
He grins when you glare at him with your mouth full.
“There she is,” he says, voice low and amused. “Getting bratty with a cock down her throat. Cute.”
You moan around him, and the vibration makes his abs flex. You can tell—he’s trying not to react too fast. He’s dragging it out. He always does.
The phone’s still filming, angled perfectly to catch the tears streaming from your eyes, the messy sounds of your throat being used, the lewd slurping that fills the room.
“Bet you like this,” he hisses. “Knowing I’m gonna replay this every night after training. Stroke my cock to this video while you’re not around.”
You nod the best you can.
“Of course you do,” he murmurs. “You’re such a fucking show-off.”
He starts fucking your throat in earnest now—slow, controlled thrusts that go too deep and leave you gasping when he finally pulls out.
“Stick your tongue out.”
You do, and he slaps his cock against it—once, twice—leaving streaks of pre-cum across your cheek and chin.
“Smile for the camera,” he says, tilting the phone slightly for a better angle.
You smile, dazed and messy, spit stringing from your lips.
“God, you’re disgusting,” he mutters—but it’s almost affectionate. His thumb drags across your lower lip. “I’m gonna watch this so many fucking times.”
You blink up at him.
“Sae…”
“What?”
“Wanna make you cum.”
He chuckles under his breath, then finally lowers the phone slightly.
“Yeah?” His voice is darker now, hunger curling in it. “Then do it, sweetheart.”
You take him back into your mouth eagerly, jaw sore but willing, eyes glassy with need. The pressure in your throat builds as he thrusts in deeper, the muscles fluttering as you relax around him like he taught you. His pace gets rougher, the phone angling just right to capture your tear-streaked face, lips stretched around his cock, spit glistening down your chin.
“Fuck,” he growls, the tension in his voice now cracking at the edges. “Just like that—keep going.”
You gag again when he hits the back of your throat hard, but you don’t pull away. Not when he’s gripping your hair tighter, not when his abs are flexing, not when you feel him twitch against your tongue.
He breathes your name through clenched teeth, the sound almost reverent—then suddenly pulls out with a sharp curse.
“Stick your tongue out. Keep your eyes on the camera.”
You do, dazed and obedient, mouth open and ready as he fists his cock just above your face.
“Fucking filthy,” he mutters, breathing hard. “You like being on your knees that much?”
You whimper in response, tongue still out, cheeks flushed and wet with tears and drool.
Then he groans—a deep, guttural sound—and hot, sticky ropes of cum paint your face. Across your cheek. Your lips. The bridge of your nose. Some of it lands in your open mouth.
The camera catches all of it.
His breath shudders as he slows his strokes, the last few drops dripping onto your tongue.
“God, look at you,” he says, voice low and wrecked. “Fucking perfect.”
You close your mouth, swallowing what’s on your tongue, then wipe the rest of his cum from your cheek with your fingers and suck them clean—never breaking eye contact with the camera.
Sae curses again, shaky now.
“Gonna watch this every night,” he mutters, finally stopping the recording. “Don’t care where I am. Gonna jerk off to this messy little face until I get back home and do it again for real.”
You smile, cum-smeared and smug. “Better hurry back then.”
He chuckles, rough and breathless, cupping your cheek with a thumb that smears his own mess across your skin.
“Oh, I will.”
Your thighs are still trembling from earlier, face sticky with drying cum when he grabs your hips and flips you over onto your stomach without a word.
“You thought we were done?” Sae’s voice is rough as gravel, and he sounds almost annoyed at the idea.
Your face is pressed into the sheets, cheek smearing a streak of his earlier release as you turn your head to gasp, “No—”
“Good,” he snaps, already lining himself up behind you. “Then shut up and arch your back.”
He grabs your ass with one hand, slapping it hard, just once—enough to make you jolt and whine.
The other hand? Still holding the fucking phone.
You feel the cool glass of it as he drags it across your lower back, filming the curve of your ass, the slick between your thighs, the way you’re already clenching around nothing.
“Goddamn,” he mutters, mostly to himself. “Look at this—completely soaked, and I haven’t even put it in yet.”
You hear the soft sound of the phone focusing as he zooms in on your dripping pussy, then the low hitch of his breath.
“This view’s gonna ruin me.”
Then he’s pushing in—all the way, in one slow, ruthless stroke. You cry out into the sheets, and his hand lands on your lower back to keep you still.
“Shh,” he says. “The camera’s picking up everything. Don’t go crying now.”
You moan again anyway, louder this time, hips rocking back instinctively to meet his next thrust.
“You just don’t learn,” he growls. “Already fucked you messy, and you’re still needy?”
He starts moving—deep, punishing strokes that push you forward on the bed with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes around the room, mixing with your moans and his panting breaths.
You feel the phone shift position slightly as he raises it to film from above, angling it to capture the way you take him—how your pussy stretches around him, how the mess of his earlier cum drips down your inner thighs with every movement.
“Keep your ass up. Don’t make me tell you again.”
You obey instantly, arching your back more, which only makes him groan louder.
“There we go,” he breathes. “Sweetheart, you doing great.”
You gasp, pulse racing, thighs shaking under the pressure of his pace.
“Bet you like knowing I’m recording this,” he mutters. “You like imagining me watching this in a hotelroom, while I fist my cock to the sound of you moaning my name?”
You whimper something incoherent, and he chuckles darkly.
“I’ll fucking send this to you at midnight, just so you remember who owns this pussy.”
His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to make your spine arch deeper. The shift makes him hit that spot inside you just right, and a scream rips out of your throat.
“Say it,” he demands.
“Sae—fuck—yours, I’m yours—”
The phone catches everything—the way you sob it out, the wet, obscene sounds of his cock pounding into you, the red flush on your skin, the tremble in your thighs as you get closer and closer to breaking again.
You start to cum with a choked cry, walls fluttering violently around him, and that’s when he pulls the phone back slightly—ass bouncing, back arched.
“Shit,” he groans. “You’re gonna make me—fuck—”
He slams into you once, twice, then spills inside with a deep grunt, pushing in as far as he can go. His cum floods you, warm and thick, and the phone catches every second of it.
When he finally stops moving, he leans over your back, still inside you, still holding the phone.
You’re breathing hard into the sheets, sweaty, trembling, completely wrecked.
He lifts the phone one more time and points it at your cum-dripping cunt, spreading you open just slightly with two fingers.
“Gonna watch this every night,” he mutters, hitting stop on the recording. “And when I get back from my next away game?”
Hiii Can I get a peach iced tea with a croissant to go 🥹ty
❥ angry sex w itoshi sae
probably happens after el clásico. real madrid lost against barça and had to deal with bunny’s stupid smile and pat on his back.
he fucked all his frustration into you. merciless, harsh, tearing apart the fabric of your real madrid shirt with his name and number on your back.
sae is so mean. he spits in your mouth and manhandles you each time he wants and without advice. your face is slammed against the mattress as you stare at the broken shirt on the floor — the vision is blurry though, tears are running down your eyes in pleasure.
he crushes you against the mattress, his chest pressing down against your back as he growls into your ear like some kind of dog going through heat.
he thrusts so harshly into you, strong legs relentlessly pushing and pushing as his beefy thighs tense up the closer he gets.
his own teal eyes roll back to his skull when your pussy takes him so well. your walls are gushing around him, sucking him in as if you never wanted him to leave your inside.
oh, and when you squirt with him bottoming out? best feeling, even better than scoring a hat trick. he just loves seeing your body spasming beneath him as his cock is drenched by your ecstasy, your fluid running down his heavy balls.
“stuff me up already” “sae—! ‘s too much..” whines filling the room, your hypersensitive cunt taking his fat, twitching cock. he smirks and you can feel how smug he is, knowing you’re too sensitive after finishing, but he’s too pussydrunk to tease you about it.
sae pushes wildly when he cums, white seed painting your core and deliciously filling you up and crashing over your body.
you groan, and he kisses your forehead before lifting himself and pulling out. he caresses your butt as he stares at his thick cum leaking out your greedy hole, kissing your asscheeks before making out with your pussy.
you moan, tears pooling in your eyes as he overstimulates you, tongue tasting himself and your sweet juices, too.
he pulls away with a smack on your ass and lays down on his back, thin layer of sweat covering his toned body as you look at him through glassy eyes. he looks handsome with his bangs downwards and flushed cheeks.
you crawl over him and lay down next to him, resting your hand on his chest and caressing it, whispering a soft “feeling better?”
he huffs out a laugh and grins, kissing your forehead “much better, you’re the best”.
❥ itoshi rin is the biggest cock blocker when it comes to you and his brother / more parts
୨୧ one!
his legs spread, hand in your hair while you suck his thick cock under the table. your eyes are teary and your nails dig into his skin, but you’d do anything to make him happy.
feels so good having his throbbing dick inside you, swallowing around him which leads to a sudden jerk of his hips that ends up with him fucking your dirty mouth.
“can’t you have some fucking manners?” he growls, his call now muted as his manager speaks about his next campaigns. “you’re always so fucking eager” he pants, your throat clenching around him as you give him the head of his life. “keep going— be a good girl f’me” his big hand cups your cheek, fingers caressing your cheekbone as he feels his own dick against your skin.
you moan at the praise and he rolls his eyes in pleasure. before you can finally milk him, the door opens. you jolt and pull away, pretending to look for something under the table. he tucks himself back, growling, phone held between his ear and shoulder while he glares at the interruption — rin.
“isagi told me you’re talking with the manager, wanted to know if i have updates too.” he smiles softly, then arches his eyebrow. “what—?” you stand up, hand on his shoulder “my phone fell, it’s okay”. when you’re about to leave, you feel sae’s teal eyes locked in your form before he glares at his brother again.
୨୧ two!
japan has won their last match, winning asia’s cup. sae and his team are in a party, friends and partners of theirs in there too — of course, you’re next to your boyfriend.
kissing at the rhythm of the beat, britney spears singing about grinding and, indeed, you two are. his hands grope your butt, yours dig into his big biceps. his tongue is devouring you, his knee parting your legs as he presses it against your core. your hips sway, your panties and micro pants drenching at the friction.
“you’re so fucking hot” he pants against your mouth, heavily. those tiny short pants, cheetah print and glittery, leaving half your asscheeks out. you know how much he loves your butt, and he knows you’ve done it on purpose. you smile, nose brushing against his, “i know”
sae growls and dives back in, hands on your hips steadying you. you moan into his mouth when the friction gets heavier, when your pussy starts throbbing in need. when you’re about to leave to a restroom, a familiar face approaches with a light stick and two drinks.
“[name]! got this for ya!” rin yells, clearly drunk. you blink, but sae’s growled curses pull you out of the trance. you smile thankfully, “this is my favourite” and then rin drags you to dance because he thought you were talking about the song.
୨୧ three!
sae drags you into the locker room before he has to leave to warm up, all his teammates already on the field. he smiles before kissing you, “didn’t know you were coming” between stolen breaths.
“of course” you giggle, his hands roaming over your body, adoring you in that tight tank top that’s hugging you. he leans down to kiss your neck, his thumbs caressing right beneath your breasts under the fabric. “to distract me?” he whispers against skin, you grin while he kisses the exposed skin of your chest, “to cheer you, silly”
sae humms against you, pressing you closer, face buried between your tits. your hand caresses his red hair as you tilt your head back in pleasure.
“sae! the coach is looking for— oh” rin runs into the locker room, blinking when he watches you. you smile shyly and kiss sae briefly, a soft press of your lips against his. “sorry, was wishing him luck.. hope you guys win” you say softly as you pass by rin, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“i’m gonna kick you instead of the ball” sae growls lowly at his brother as they walk towards the field.
“hah… look at you… can’t handle it?” he says pushing himself deeper into your tight pussy making your eyes roll back. “stop acting so… fucking cocky.” you breathe out. the feeling of his cock filling you up is too much to bare. he clicks his tongue throwing one of your legs over his shoulder watching your expression. seeing you struggle with his size.
“oh come on... i know im big but you can take it.” he says pounding into you the sound of his balls slapping your ass echoing in the room. he lets out a few grunts and groans as he hits a particular spot making you clench around him. “hngh fuck. your pussy is so needy. can’t go one day without my cock, huh?”
your back arches in pleasure making you moan out as his thick cock thrusts in and out of you. his finger slides down to rub your clit and that was the final straw before cumming around his thick cock. “fuck… yeah…” he moans out feeling the sensation of your pussy clenching and climaxing. “all i gotta do is rub your clit and you’re a dripping mess,” he says panting behind you as he pulls on your hair.
you clench around him once more making him grunt before spilling his thick load into you. “haah… fuck y/n,” “turn around. i wanna see your pretty face while i fuck your brains out.”
who knew he talked so dirty in bed?! for someone as tsundere as him he sure is a freak. you turn around glancing at his dark magenta hair tousled, his necklace dangling around his neck and that deadpan look of his. “shit… you look so pretty when you’re a mess for me.” he says leaning forward his thick cock rubbing against your thigh making you whimper.
“you’re so easy. you know that right?” he says slowly grinding his thick pulsing cock on your thigh, smirking at your reactions.
authors note: DUDEEEE I SAW CLARA LA SAN LAST NIGHT 🥹🫶🏻💙 my fucking goat omfg i love her songs. literally such a surreal experience to see that beauty live.
netflix & chill. boyfriend! bakugo katsuki x fem! reader
synopsis: Katsuki isn't very focused on the movie you're watching and prefers you to be the lead actor in your own movie.
warnings: NSFW (MDNI), creampie, sperm, overstimulation, spanking, pussy eating, pvssydrunk, dickaddict, Katsuki has a big dick, dirty talk, dirty talk, established relationship.
a/n: day 1 of kinkober! KATSUKI MY BIG BOY<3 btw i think you noticed but i changed the kinktober list a lot. there are some that i won't post but i will post later! happy kinktober!!❤️🔥
words: 4577.
Netflix & chill nights with Katsuki are never innocent. You know that. You should know it every time, but you always naively hope he'll give you a quiet evening, a real movie, a real moment of rest. But no.
Especially not when you're wearing those much-too-short shorts that reveal your thighs, and that tight tank top that lets the beginnings of your breasts show.
"Katsuki, you're not focused! This is an important scene!" you grumble, staring at the screen.
Even when you pout, even when you moan, he can't help but get turned on. Seriously, how could you blame him when you're so sexy? His cock is already throbbing in his boxers, impatient, and you can't see a thing, too absorbed in the plot.
He grunts, his favorite response, and continues to watch you. Your slightly furrowed brow, your parted pink lips that seem to call to him, the thin film of sweat on your neck from the heat of the room... Everything about you is a provocation to him.
You finally turn your head toward him, annoyed, your brows furrowed. But there's also a hint of sadness in your eyes.
"You don't like the movie? You could have told me, right..."
Your tone is soft, almost hurt, and it tightens him for a moment. But he doesn't know how to be tender except in his rough way. So he chuckles, leans over you, and murmurs against your lips,
"It's not that, baby. I just prefer it when we're the leads in our own movie."
Before you can reply, he lays you on your back with disconcerting ease. His hands grip your hips, pulling you against him. You immediately feel his hard bulge rubbing against your lower abdomen, even through your clothes.
"Pervert..." you breathe, half-disapproving, half-excited.
"For you, yeah..." he replies, a smirk on his lips, that arrogant smile that always makes you fall for him despite yourself. He kisses your collarbone, nibbles the base of your breast, and you can already feel your breath hitch.
His fingers trail up your thigh, sliding under your shorts as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His burning gaze fixes on yours.
"Let me do it... you'll like it, baby."
You cling to his t-shirt, your heart racing. You know the movie is already forgotten. When Katsuki makes his decision, there's nothing but him, his warmth, his scent, and the desire consuming you.
His fingers linger on the waistband of your shorts, dragging them on purpose to see your breath quicken. You force a nervous smile, still trying to protest: "Katsuki... we said we'd have a quiet evening..."
But your voice is already trembling, betraying your desire. He lifts his head, his red eyes fixed on yours, and his smile transforms into an arrogant, defiant pout.
"And you think I'm going to stay quiet while you're turning me on dressed like this? You're dreaming, princess."
With a sharp gesture, he tugs at your shorts, sliding them down your thighs, revealing your panties, already marked with dampness. He sneers, low and guttural: "Tsk... and you dare tell me to watch your movie when you're already soaked?"
You want to reply, but he captures your lips in a brutal kiss, full of bites and tongue. His hand, large and warm, presses against your crotch through the thin fabric, rubbing in slow circles that make you arch your back despite yourself.
You let out a small moan, and his breathing immediately becomes heavier. He slides your hips closer to him, grinding his hard pelvis against yours, his erection pressing against your still-covered vulva.
"Fuck..." he groans, already half-out of it. You feel his hot breath against your cheek, his lips millimeters from yours. He presses you further against the couch, his fingers gripping your waist as if he refuses to let you escape.
"You're just an... asshole..." you spit through your teeth, but your voice trembles, and your body is already telling him otherwise.
Katsuki sneers, his smirk illuminated by the still-on TV screen. "An asshole, huh? Maybe. But you're still mine."
You want to protest, but his lips crash down on yours before you can finish your sentence. His kiss is brutal, possessive, and it elicits a moan from you that you wanted to stifle.
You slide one hand behind his neck, the other gripping his t-shirt, and you kiss him back with the same passion. Your tongues clash, search, bite.
"Katsuki..." you moan against his mouth, breathless.
He groans, aroused by the way you say his name, and his hand slides under your tank top, brushing against the burning skin of your stomach before moving up to your breasts.
You arch your back in spite of yourself when his fingers press against your chest, his thumb rubbing your hardened nipple through the fabric.
"Fuck, you're already shaking..." he murmurs against your throat, placing a trail of wet kisses along it. He nibbles at your skin, leaving a scarlet mark that he contemplates with a satisfied smile.
You pull his hair back, forcing his head up. Your eyes meet, heavy with desire and endless teasing. "Asshole..." you repeat, but this time it's a breath, a disguised moan, not an actual insult.
He laughs, low, husky, and kisses you again, swallowing your sighs. His hand leaves your breast to move down between your thighs. He runs his fingers along your soaked panties. "Look at that... and you keep pretending you want to watch your fucking movie?"
You hide your face against his neck, but he forces you to look at him by sliding two fingers under your chin. "Admit it. You wanted me to fall for you. You're wearing those shorts just to drive me crazy."
You shake your head, but your body betrays you when he presses harder against your innermost core. Your hips move of their own accord, seeking more contact. "Liar..." he sneers before sliding his fingers under the fabric and directly caressing your burning flesh. Your legs tense, a louder moan breaking through your lips. "Katsu—ahh..."
He captures your cry in a brutal kiss, kissing you until you're breathless. His tongue curls around yours as his fingers play with you, drawing uncontrollable sighs from you.
"See? Even when you call me an asshole, your body begs me..." he breathes against your mouth, his voice vibrating with desire.
You finally give in completely. Your fingers cling to his muscular arms, your pelvis rolling against his hand, and you kiss him again, panting, moaning his name like a mixed prayer and insult.
Your lips crash against his, your breath coming in short bursts. You let out a nervous chuckle between passionate kisses. "Asshole..." you breathe against his mouth, your voice both angry and trembling with need.
Katsuki sneers against your neck, nibbling at your tender skin, his hot breath making you shiver. "You insult me again, but look at you... you're already moaning for me." His tone is mocking, provocative, but you know he loves it, that it turns him on to see you struggle between your words and your desire.
Your fingers cling to his t-shirt, which you hastily pull up, your nails lightly scraping his taut abs. His body tenses and he groans, that deep vibration resonating deep in your stomach.
"You're getting on my nerves..." you gasp, throwing your head back as his mouth captures your nipple through the fabric of your tank top. "But I can't help loving you, damn it..."
He lifts his head, a predatory smile plastered on his lips, his red eyes boring into yours. "And I can't help but want to fuck you every second."
His hands slide up your thighs, slowly pulling up your tiny panties. The touch of his rough fingers on your sensitive skin makes you arch your back in spite of yourself. You let out a louder moan, unable to contain it this time. "Katsuki... stop... ngh... teasing me like that."
"Stop? No way." His voice deepens, raspy with desire. "Do you hear how you're moaning already? Baby, you're soaking wet just knowing I'm about to take you."
His lips reclaim yours, the kiss becoming feverish, almost brutal, punctuated by your muffled moans and his impatient grunts. His hips press against yours, and you feel the obvious evidence of his arousal rubbing against your lower abdomen.
Your hands slide into his hair, tugging lightly, making him groan louder. “Fuck… you’re going to drive me crazy,” he breathes, his mouth tracing a line of hot kisses along your jaw.
You can’t take it anymore, your body trembling beneath his, torn between pleasure and the unbearable tension. “I hate you… I hate you so much when you do that…” you whisper, but your voice breaks into a moan when he slides his fingers under your panties again to caress your swollen, wet pussy.
Katsuki laughs softly, his breath brushing against your ear. “You hate me? Then why do you open me so easily, huh? Why do you scream my name every time I touch you?” »
You claw at his shoulder, head tilting back, unable to hold it in. "You're making me so mad... asshole." You moan, looking at him weakly, weak for him.
"Say it again." He presses harder, faster, his fingers working your clit with insane precision. "Say it with a moan, baby. I want it to be my music tonight."
And you give in, your shaky legs wrapping around his hips, your body tensing beneath his as he continues to play you like an instrument. The insults, the nervous laughter, your moans mingling with his fill the room, completely drowning out the movie still playing in the background, long forgotten.
Katsuki looks at you, a proud, hungry smile on his lips. "There... be mine all mine."
He presses you further against the couch, his hot breath hitting your skin as he almost makes you moan as he trails his burning kisses down your neck. His hands are rough, pressing, as if every inch of you already belongs to him.
"Asshole..." you breathe between moans, your fingers gripping his hair tightly. He chuckles against your skin, his deep laugh vibrating through your chest. "Yeah... your asshole, baby."
His gaze burns as he slowly tugs at your panties, sliding them down your thighs, and you feel the cool air hit your arousal-wet lips. You want to protest, but his predatory expression silences you immediately.
"Fuck... you have no idea what you're doing to me," he groans, stroking your lips with his index finger.
You arch your back, unable to hold back your moans, and he bites his lip, clearly satisfied with the effect he's having on you. "Always so responsive, always ready... you think I'll just let this be, baby? Not tonight."
He pushes your tank top up a little higher, moves down to your pussy, his lips back down to your stomach, his teeth grazing your skin. You feel his hot breath against your pussy, and your heart clenches in your chest.
"Katsuki..." you moan, your voice barely audible. His eyes flick up to you, wild, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Look at me," he commands. And without further ado, he dives in, his tongue flicking agonizingly slowly over your clit.
Your back arches immediately, a muffled cry leaving your lips. Your hands clench in his hair, seeking leverage as he pounds against you, alternating between quick licks and circular pressure.
"You taste so fucking good..." he mutters against you before diving deeper, sucking on your sensitive nub with ferocious greed.
"Oh my god... Katsuki!" you moan, unable to contain your voice, your thighs trembling around his head.
He moans too, muffled by your pleasure, as if the sensation of your body vibrating between his lips is driving him crazy. His fingers spread you even wider, opening your innermost core so he can swallow you whole. Every movement of his tongue is calculated to break you, to push you to the edge of orgasm without mercy.
"You're killing me... you bastard boyfriend," you gasp, your breath ragged, tears in your eyes from the feeling. He laughs softly against you, never stopping. "Don't call me an asshole now... not when you're screaming my name like that, baby."
You laugh and feel the heat rising, a powerful wave ready to explode, and you can't hold back your cries anymore. Katsuki tightens his grip on your thighs, holding you in place, and continues to devour you like his life depends on it.
A violent orgasm ripples through you, leaving you trembling and panting beneath him. But he doesn't stop. He keeps going, and going, and going, until you're forced to push him away, unable to bear the delicious torture of his tongue any longer.
He finally sits up, his chin glistening with you, his eyes red with arousal, a cocky smile plastered to his lips. "You taste so good, baby." He grins and wipes your come with the back of his hand.
Katsuki loves this little game, this tension that makes you tremble even before he decides to give you what you want. His hot breath brushes your skin, his rough but skilled hands sliding everywhere, caressing, squeezing, sometimes pinching just to hear you moan and lose patience.
"Look at you, hm..." he groans, his voice deep and mocking, his fingers tracing over your stomach before moving back down between your thighs. "Always so fucking impatient... but you called me an asshole, right? Then why would I give you what you want so quickly, huh?"
His fingers barely brush your innermost core, just enough to make you gasp, but he immediately pulls his hand away to place it on your hard, sensitive nipples, pinching them to make you moan.
You're begging him almost without realizing it, your moans escaping despite yourself. "Please... Katsuki..." you breathe, your lips trembling.
He chuckles, his gaze red with cruel pleasure. "Ah... there... beg again. I want to hear everything. Tell me how much you need my dick, princess."
His hand moves down again, his fingers lingering on your clitoris, rubbing it slowly in lazy circles that draw desperate sighs from you. He looks down on you, as if waiting for the right word, the cry you refuse to let out too quickly.
"You want it so bad you're shaking... fuck, you're so hot just for me..." He lowers his head to nibble at your neck, leaving a trail of red marks on your skin. His fingers finally dig a little deeper into you, but he keeps his rhythm deliberately slow, frustrating you even more.
You grip his t-shirt, your body tightening.
amber beneath him. "Katsuki, stop playing... please... I want your cock... now." His predatory grin widens. "Hm. There. That's how I like to hear it."
He withdraws his slick fingers and brings them to his mouth, sucking on them with a satisfied grunt before pressing his hard cock against your dripping pussy. "You begged so hard... I think you deserved a reward."
He presses your body against the couch, his heavy breathing mixing with yours. His heated gaze drops down on you, and his massive chest arches slightly as he slowly rubs his cock against your dripping entrance. You feel every thrust, every brush, and it's pure torture.
"You feel it, huh?" Katsuki grunts, his jaw clenched. "You're so ready, I could open you up in one thrust..."
And without warning, he pushes his hips forward and impales you in one deep, brutal motion. Your cry is lost against his mouth as he kisses you, savage, his lips crushing yours. Your body arches, your stomach immediately tightening at the burning sensation of him finally filling you.
"Fuck... you're tight..." He pants, his voice cracking with pleasure. His fingers grip your waist, lifting it to better anchor you beneath him. He lightly rubs your clit to distract you.
"Katsuki! Ugh, so- please..." you moan in a small voice, not even sure why you're begging him. You dig your nails into his shoulders as he begins to move slightly.
"I know, babe... you feel my big dick inside you, huh? You like it, huh?" he laughs as his thrusts become faster, harder, and you feel it deeply, each movement tearing sobs of pleasure from you.
"Say it again," he breathes between thrusts, his forehead pressed against yours, sweat beading at the roots of his hair. "Tell me how much you wanted my cock..."
"I... I wanted it... Katsuki, I wanted it so much..." you manage to stammer, your voice cracking with moans.
He chuckles, but his breath also trembles with the tension building inside him. His hands slide to your hips, grinding you against him, each thrust deeper than the last.
"Yeah... I know. And now you have it... so enjoy it, bitch..." His lips capture yours again, his tongue forcing yours into submission, while his rhythm becomes almost animalistic and devastating. You cry out against his mouth, your legs clamped around his waist, willingly trapped by his frantic pace.
The sound of your bodies mixes with your plaintive moans and his hoarse grunts, and the sound of the movie. Each thrust resonates inside you, harder, deeper, until your stomach tenses dangerously. “Katsuki… I’m going to—”
“Yeah, come for me,” he growls in your ear, his voice low and feverish. “Flood my fucking cock.”
Your body arches beneath him, your broken voice trailing off into the living room as your release explodes in violent waves. Katsuki continues to pound into you through your orgasm, panting, growling your name until he tenses up too and spills into you with a guttural rumble.
He stays pressed against you for a few seconds, panting, his forehead pressed against yours. Then he chuckles, still panting. “You got what you wanted, huh?”
You smile and pull him down for a soft, loving kiss. He slides his hand to your cheek and strokes it gently.
“I’m done for.” " he laughs softly as he pulls away from your lips and withdraws from your tight walls. "You love me too much, I know. Katsuki Bakugo is addicted to me," you smile.
"Of course I am." He looks at his cock, already standing against your pussy, dripping with his cum. "Much too much, in fact."
He sits on the couch and his hot hands rest on your hips, then places you on top of him. His skin still glistening from exertion, and his breathing heavy. His crimson gaze never leaves yours, intense, feverish. He's so sexy like that.
"Come here, baby..." he growls, his voice deep and raspy. His fingers gently press your waist, inviting you to settle on top of him. You can already feel the heat of his erect cock against your lower abdomen, and that alone is enough to make your thighs tremble.
You sit up a little, hands resting on his firm chest, before guiding his member against your already wet core. He grits his teeth, groaning, his abs clenching beneath your palms. "Fuck... you're driving me crazy..."
You lift your hips and take his cock.
Slowly, you lower yourself, swallowing him inch by inch, your moans mingling with his gasps. Katsuki doesn't take his eyes off you, admiring you as if you're the only thing that exists in his world.
"There... yeah, like that... take all of me..." he breathes, his jaw clenched, his hands sliding down your back to help you lower yourself to the base.
You feel him so deep inside you that your head tilts back, a low moan leaving your lips. His thumbs stroke your hips, his hands encouraging you to find your rhythm. "Fuck... you're handling it so well, baby... look at you... beautiful, impaled on my cock..." His crude words, his praise, make your heart beat even faster.
He helps you up and down, his arms supporting you when your legs are already shaking. His chest warm against yours, he brings his mouth back up to yours for a devouring kiss, a mixture of passion and hunger.
His lips press against yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he murmurs against your sighs, "Keep that up... I want to feel every damn shiver from you, every tremor..."
His pelvis lifts abruptly, drawing a cry from you that's lost in his lips. Katsuki laughs low, almost ferociously, but he kisses you again, nibbling your lip before stroking it with his thumb. "Perfect bitch... you don't even know what you're doing to me..."
And with his strong hands guiding you, each movement becomes deeper, more intense, until your moans fill the room again, mixing with his hoarse grunts and his whispered encouragement in your ear.
Your body presses against his with a burning urgency, as if you want to melt into him, as if the slightest space between you is too much. Your stomach brushes against his taut abs, your breasts crushed against his burning chest, your panting mouth brushing his.
Each descent down his length makes you shiver to the bone, your thighs trembling, but you keep going, again and again, guided by the strength of his hands gripping your hips as if to keep you from fleeing.
Katsuki kisses you like a starving man, his tongue invading your mouth without mercy, his teeth almost chattering against yours with his brutal desire. It's dirty, it's wild, and it makes you moan even louder, swallowed by the fever he pours into this kiss. His grunts mix with your muffled sighs, and sometimes he bites your lip just to hear your muffled cry against his tongue.
"Fuck... yeah, like that..." he breathes against your mouth, his hot breath mingling with yours. His hands slide up your back, down to your ass, and suddenly slap roughly against your skin. The sharp sound echoes through the room, followed by your surprised moan and your body arching at the impact.
Katsuki chuckles, his mouth still pressed against yours, his eyes glowing with pleasure and greed. "Hn... you like this, huh? You're completely addicted to me..." His words are almost a growl, whispered between wet, urgent kisses.
You continue to move up and down on him, your movements becoming more and more urgent, your legs tired, no longer keeping up, but she refuses to stop. With each thrust, you feel him kiss your cervix.
You bury your face in his neck, your lips running over his damp skin before sinking your teeth into his shoulder. Your nibble isn't gentle: you mark him, you possess him in your own way. Katsuki lets out a moan, and his hand immediately comes up to smack your buttocks even harder.
He kisses you again, but this time it's even rawer: his mouth devours yours, his teeth tug at your lip, his tongue dominates you relentlessly. Between each brutal kiss, he tears you from the air just long enough to breathe against your skin,
"Keep going... yeah, use me, princess... I want to feel you wear me down..." he groans against you and shifts his hips to help you. You stay glued to him, your nails scratching his back, you continue to rise and fall, your moans drowned in his mouth.
Your movements become jerky, almost desperate, as if you're trying to wring the pleasure from his body at all costs. You impale yourself on his hard cock, your body tenses, your head tilts back, and your throat lets out a broken moan that drives him even crazier.
Katsuki groans, the veins in his neck bulging as his hands firmly press against your hips to guide your rhythm. He looks at you, his eyes red with desire, and his breaths come in ragged, almost tearing at his chest. Then, without warning, he raises his hand and slaps your ass again with possessive brutality.
Your stomach tightens with the pleasure too much for your body. You feel your heat rising, building like a wave ready to burst. Your breathing becomes erratic, your fingers cling to his shoulders, your nails leaving thin red marks in his damp skin.
“Katsu… I… I can’t anymore…” you breathe between gasps, but you continue, unable to stop. He laughs low, a raspy sound that vibrates against your mouth before he kisses you dirty, a wet kiss. “Then come. Flood the couch for me, darling.”
His words break the last barrier. Your back arches, your mouth opens in a strangled cry, and your orgasm explodes inside you. Your walls tighten around him, pulsing so hard you nearly lose your balance, your thighs shaking, your hands gripping his shoulders as if your life depended on it.
Katsu curses through gritted teeth, his pelvis slamming into yours with uncontrollable power. His muscles tense, his veins swell, and with a guttural groan, he fills you with his hot seed. He pushes you against him, almost crushing you in an embrace that leaves no space between your two bodies.
"Fuck... Y/N..." he breathes, panting, his lips pressing against your neck. He remains inside you, trembling slightly, his hot breath caressing your skin. His hands slide up your back, firm and reassuring, holding you against him as if he refuses to let go.
"You're fucking finishing me off..." he murmurs, almost tender, even though his voice retains that raw roughness that makes him so him.
You remain seated on him, still shaken by shivers, and he absentmindedly caresses the curve of your buttocks that he has marked, his fingers gliding lazily over your still-sensitive skin. His lips find yours in one last kiss, this time slower, but still possessive, as if to remind you that you're his.
Your still-trembling body rests against Katsuki's. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his hot, sweaty skin pressed against yours. Your legs heavy, your muscles still tense, you let out a small, tired laugh, burying your face in his neck.
He runs one firm hand down your back, the other through your hair, rocking you gently as if to calm the remnants of your shortness of breath.
"You're amazing, baby..." he breathes, his voice still raspy, but so much more tender than a few minutes earlier. You lift your head a little, your eyes shining despite the fatigue, and you smile mischievously. "And you... you're a real jerk... but I love you."
He bursts out laughing, a hearty, warm laugh, the kind you only hear when you're alone. He pulls you closer, placing a quick but affectionate kiss on your forehead. “Yeah, maybe I'm an asshole… but I'm your asshole.”
You roll your eyes and laugh, then he adds with that lopsided smile that melts your heart, "We'd make great actors for our movie, baby."
You laugh even harder, punching him gently on the chest. "You mean you sabotaged the movie just for... that?"
"You call that sabotaging? I call that an Oscar-winning performance," he replies proudly, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose.
You hide your smile against his skin, unable to resist him, and he tightens his grip around you, his thumb absentmindedly stroking your hip. "I love you too, silly."
Dabi’s always been mean. He’s been mean since you first started having sex, drawing pleasure from spanking, biting, choking- but what he especially loves, craves, is the sight of you sobbing underneath him. He loves when it’s too much for you, when your restraint is shredded into a thousand tiny ribbons by the rough drag of his cock; veins carving up your insides, he’ll delight in pinching at your nipples until you cry, shiny tears streaking down your face.
“Ah, s’too much!” You’re wailing out, clawing at his back and vision blurry from the tears beading at your vulnerable waterline. What he particularly loves, is fucking you until you sob when you’re wearing mascara. He adores your teary eyes on their own, but when they can fuck up your whole face, not just your eyes? He loves it- he loves the depravity of it all, the knowledge you can cry actual tears at how the sensations he knows only he can provide affect you.
“C’mon doll, cry for me.” He rasps out, a sadistic grin crossing his scarred face and pulling at the staples. A trickle of blood beads itself messily down his cheek and chin, dropping perfectly and splattering your collarbone; he loves seeing you like this, all ruined and pliant just for him- when you do cry, lip wobbling and eyes scrunching up, the streaks of mascara smudging your face only spur him on harder.
He leans on one arm above you, then raises his right hand to smear the charcoal coloured tracks across your face even more. You cry harder when he bucks into you, cock prodding at your sensitive insides and just kissing at what feels like your cervix. There’s mascara all over your face; when you blink open your eyes, they’re red and glossy, blackness smudged across your eyes like camouflage, and he groans.
“So pretty like this, all fucked up and crying below me. Is that what you want? For me to fuck you until you cry?” And oh, oh it is- because you get off on it too, get off on the way he loves seeing you all ruined for him and the way he pounds into you so much harder at the sight. You’re so slick it’s like your tears reach your thighs; you’re glossy, and when Dabi uses two of his rough fingers to roll your clit between the scarred digits you sob louder.
You scream through the tears when you cum, back arching off the bed you’re fucking on and convulsing around him; pussy squeezing him, gushing over his cock, he cums too- pulls out and spurts translucent ropes all over your lower abdomen. He takes a moment to roughly shove your hair out of your face, and you’re unsure whether it’s supposed to be sweet or if he just wants to see your face again. There’s mascara smudged everywhere, face completely ruined; tear tracks crisscross each other on your skin, lips raw and puffy from biting. You blink hard up at him, and a few more tears escape you along with a sniffle.
✦． ꒰ (五条悟) 𝑆𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅𝑈 𝐺𝑂𝐽𝑂 gives you some advice┊wc: 0.7k
“I don't know about this, satoru. this feels wrong. ”
gojo doesn’t answer you right away, just leaning back on the edge of his bed, long legs stretched out, silvery lashes catching window light. he just stares at you, notably with the same wanton interest as a wolf might a bunny. he even thinks that’s what you look like right now, nose twitching, eyes wide and glassy, his cock being mere inches away from your face. heck–you even smell scared.
“now I see why you need my help,” he says at last, tone almost diagnostic. “You’re just nervous.”
"no I’m not,” you snap, cringing at the shrill edge that somehow slipped into your voice. cute.
“there’s nothing wrong with that. suguru likes shy girls.”
that’s what makes you pink, as soon as he mentions suguru—your lifelong crush, liking other girls, something ugly twist in your stomach. french almond nails dig into the soft skin of his thigh, leaving tiny crescents in their wake. satoru can’t if your jealous or embarrassed, but it makes him harder all the same.
“oh, cmon. you’re just wasting time now.” he coos, growing impatient and tugging on your hair. the musky scent of him is intoxicating, overwhelming. filling your lungs and making you dizzy. "I don't have all day."
you wrap a shaky hand around his cock, giving it a lazy stroke just like he taught you. it twitches as a result, making you squeal, and a sticky glob on pre dirties your hand. your nose wrinkles in disgust.
"how is this gonna help suguru notice me more?” you ask, your voice small and uncertain. you wipe his cum on your skirt. "I thought you were supposed to be helping me win him over, not...this."
there's an impatient gleam in his eyes, his hand tangles in your hair “...and just what did you have in mind?” he chastises, smile never faltering. “holding hands, a kiss on the cheek? don't make me laugh bunny.”
you say nothing, as tear at the cruelness of his words, but he keeps going.
"trust me. suguru doesn't have time for virgins like you who cant even take his best friend's cock." his gaze drops to the marks you left on his leg, blue eyes softening.
he cups your cheek, wiping off a stray tear. "but, maybe. if you do a good job and suck my cock, i'll put in a good word with sugu. okay?"
his other hand slides down to the back of your neck, his fingers splaying possessively across your skin. a thumb circles around your quickening pulse. a silent coax.
teary eyed, you sniffle as your glossy lips purse in a soft 'o'. slowly, your soft, warm mouth engulfs his hard cock. he lets out a low, approving groan, his fingers tightening in your hair as he guides your head further down, forcing you to take more of him. he was tangy, bittersweet on your tongue and his taste clinged to the back of your throat. he was eight inches too many for your untrained throat, but you took him anyways. satoru smiles, his biggest one yet.
“atta girl. and I didn’t even have to say please."
✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦
if you hadn't so focused on satoru’s cock, you would’ve noticed the cracked iphone propped up on his nightstand, capturing every gag, whine and swallow. this was satoru’s plan all along ( only to help you of course ) and as soon as you fell asleep on his bed, cum still dribbling down your mouth. he sends the video to suguru right away.
・ satoru: [ 1 attachment ]
・suguru: fuck thats cute. whats her @
・satoru: dw abt it. just come over
・suguru: be there in 10
. . . you'd be sure to thank toru when you woke up ♡
cw. smut mdni, age gap (early 20's + 30's), js erotic idk i like this trope bye!
“hah, feel me in there, baby?”, satoru muttered, his thick length plunging deep inside your walls, each thrust ripping a pathetic whimper from your swollen lips.
his pace was abnormal, as if he had been possessed by an urge to completely make you helpless beneath him. he shoved you further into the wooden desk, leaning forward and caging you between his bulky torso and the cool surface.
the intensity of it all was a humiliating testament to how well you could hold up that brattiness you gave him during class, always making side comments and rolling your eyes when he chose you to answer a question. you did everything but pay attention to whatever in the hell he taught, and you earned yourself a personalized lesson.
…
“shit– ‘toru!”, you’d cry out, frame trembling under his brutal rhythm. your nails clawed into the wood, leaving questionable marks on his desk. “fuck, ‘s too much”, you whined, shamelessly drooling over yourself.
“too much, hm?”, he mocked, grabbing your wrists and pinning them behind your back, keeping you in place. “should’ve thought about that before you decided to give me attitude all hour, princess”, he teased, ramming harder into you.
you huffed at his words, wanting to argue back but you knew it wouldn’t do any good. not that you really cared, you’ve dreamt about what he’d be like ever since you first laid eyes on him. someone as good looking as him had no business being a professor, he practically signed up to have students drool over him all day.
his cock grinded deep inside, hitting that sweet spot of yours in a deliciously slow motion, tearing choked sobs from your throat. you moaned unabashedly, completely ignorant of how loud you were being. satoru didn’t seem to mind either, a sly smirk forming on his face as he basked in the feeling of how he was dumbing you down, not some stupid frat boy you could’ve hooked up with, him – your professor.
“mmh, ‘t-toruuu– gna cum”, you babbled over and over, jaw hanging loosely as you felt the coiling in your lower region, like a pipe ready to burst.
“yeah? is that so?”, he’d chuckle, leaning down to mutter in your ear, “give it to me, baby”, he’d whisper, “let’s see how good you can be when you’re not running that little mouth of yours”.
you gasped at his words, oddly enough they did the trick to send you over the edge, orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. you cried out, pussy clenching around him like it was tailored to fit perfectly.
he wasn’t too far behind either, delivering a few more thrusts before pouring his soul into you with a low groan, hips jerking erratically. he collapsed onto your back, placing small kisses onto your sweat-covered neck. “that’s my girl”, he’d coo, “out of all the lessons i give, this’ll be the only one that sticks, won’t it?”.
an: hahaha im back lolol ok idk what this is ive just been down bad for professor satoru do not let me in a class of his unless it's a sex ed. i will be the demonstration volunteer don't even get me started like i NEED that ok anyways...
18+ ⸝⸝⸝ stressed? :( here’s 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 to the rescue!! (same universe as this fic!)
gojo lets himself into your dorm like he always does most evenings…only this time, he finds you slumped over your desk, an absolute mess.
it’s embarrassing, really.
your tear stained cheek is pressed to a smudged sheet of paper, your hair gathered in a lopsided updo you don’t even have a name for. your desk is as wrecked and scattered as your thoughts.
you’ve given up completely.
you were gonna fail and you couldn’t do shit about it.
satoru gasps when he sees you—loud and almost theatrical. and in a flash he’s hauling you upright, jolting you out of your fog. you hadn’t even noticed him come in, too lost in your own out of control thoughts.
at least it wasn’t your roommate who caught you in this state, you think.
but hearing him now maybe…your boyfriend is worse.
“babyyyy, what the hell?!” his tone is so frantic you’d think he was the one having a meltdown, not you. “why didn’t you call me?”
you only manage a wet sniffle, groaning in frustration as you try to slump down. he tuts disapprovingly and pulls you back up again.
then, without warning, he scoops you up with ridiculous ease and deposits you onto your bed.
you land with a bounce and slap at his shoulders in protest. “satoru!” he barely reacts to your whining, settling above you and bracing himself on his elbows.
“you have a perfectly capable and intelligent boyfriend.” you scoff, but he presses on, “why didn’t you call me if you were struggling?”
he sounds almost angry.
you hate it.
your lip trembles before you can stop it, and you turn your face away without answering. you hate asking for his help, even when you need it.
gojo exhales, his expression softening out of the corner of your eye. “this bad, huh? c’mon then… let’s take a break, honey.”
honey?
less than a minute later, he has his head burried deep between your thighs
now you’re crying for a completely different reason.
yeah—honey. he thinks you taste better than honey, always.
he’s sucking your clit so hard you think you might actually see stars. two of his long practiced fingers pump into you simultaneously, hitting your g-spot with ease.
you’re covering your face with your arm, or at least attempting to shield yourself from his gaze—you haven’t taken off your glasses and they’re slowly sliding down your nose, as you try to cover your eyes, fogging up.
it only spurs him on. he thinks you’re so cute like this.
your sweet boyfriend wants to make you feel better. no—he needs to. satoru felt the ache in his soul when he saw the tears on your precious cheeks.
so this was his way of making you feel better. and it was damn well working.
satoru pulls away from your swollen bud for just a moment, enough for you to still feel his hot breath on you, “you work too hard,” he breaths, “…gotta…take care of my pretty girl—”
he dives back in.
you whimper at the words as he continues lapping at your cunt, teasing your slick entrance, pulling every broken noise out of you. you feel even more helpless under him, but fuck—you can’t complain. it feels so good. a matter of fact, it feels so good that you’re close enough to forgetting what exam you’ve been stressing over—that’s exactly his goal.
soon you finally tip over the edge, orgasm hitting you hard. you shake all over like a newborn bambi as you come down. he soothes you in kisses, moving up your body.
“better now?” he asks, smiling against your neck and peppering achingly soft kisses there.
…no
you’re still breathing heavily, panting against his shoulder. the orgasm leaves you light, but not light enough. you whine softly and he pulls back to look at you.
his brows furrow, “what’s wrong?”
“mgh— need more…”
he exhales deeply, breath hitting your cheek like he’s holding himself back now. “oh yeah? m’kay…” he plops beside you, “then lemme give you what you want, baby.”
he’s peeling off his sweats in one quick motion and then moving you onto his lap. specifically…onto the bulge in his boxers.
“now you can take me however ya want, pretty girl.”
your stomach flips.
god. the things he did to you.
“haah—thank you- thank you— satoruuuu—”
you’re bouncing hard on his cock now, fucking out all your frustrations onto him. he fills you up so good. he always does. you feel every prodding vein, every twitch, and how he just seems to get bigger when you thank him for letting you use him.
his hands are on your waist, on the globes of your ass. his grip isn’t bruising at all—it’s light, unfaltering, like he’s trying to ground himself. he’s letting you take the lead, letting you take what you want from him.
slaps echo across the room every time you sink down onto him, wet and filthy—skin on skin.
in all honesty, you’ve never allowed yourself to be this loud before. if you were in the right state of mind, you’d be mortified. after all, the whole fucking floor could probably hear everything. the walls were thin.
“nghh—‘toru- can you- mghh—!”
he’s rubbing sweet circles into your clit before you can even finish the rest of your request. in response you completely wither on his lap, unable to help but throw your back, hands clutching at his shoulders, struggling to continue your pace.
he moans loudly, the sound making you clench around him again, “shit- keep—ohhh yeah fuck—keep goin’ baby…almost there.”
now, satoru starts helping, grip tightening suddenly on your hips and slamming you down to the base. by the way you tighten impossibly around him, he knows you’re only getting closer and closer.
“gonna cum!” you warn, high pitched.
“yeahhh? fuckkk—go on.”
he swipes across your swollen clit once, just to ensure you really break. with that, you’re creaming around his cock. you convulse atop him, orgasm tipping out of you almost violently. he’s cumming right after you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he spills inside.
it takes a while for the two of you to calm down, but when you do, you just feel so giddy and so lucky—lucky to have a boyfriend like him.
—
that night he stays up until 2am to help you study.
fuck. you love him so much you could explode.
series masterlist
fun fact i started writing this when i crashing out over an exam!!! i didn’t fail woohoo (i think we can thank gojo for this)
✶⋆.˚ ── .✦ suna has a deep love for two things: naps and your pussy
✶⋆.˚ ── .✦ cw: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! fem!reader, established relationship, explicit content, competition-based masturbating... barely, this is the most tame thing i've written so far lowkey
✶⋆.˚ ── .✦ wc: 2200~ words
divider / manga panel
It was already late in the evening by the time SUNA dragged himself home after a long day of practice.
He's sprawled across the couch, still in his gym shorts and a baggy hoodie, his hair messy, eyes half-lidded as he scrolled through his phone in one hand.
You drop down near the end of the couch, close to where his legs are stretched out. "You look like death."
He grunts, barely looking up. "Feel like it. Don't make me move, babe. I'm done with everything for the day."
You smile, leaning closer toward his knees. "Not even for me?"
That earns you a tiny smirk, one eye cracking open. "You're trouble," he chuckled dryly.
You shrug, feigning innocence. "Maybe."
He goes back to his phone, and you look at him like he's your first meal in ages. He was too handsome for his own good, even when he was half-asleep.
Your fingers trace over your thigh. "Guess I'll just take care of myself then."
That got you a reaction, finally.
His phone lowers a bit, eyes flicking toward you. "Oh yeah?"
"Mhmm.." You met his gaze, lips curving. "You said you were too tired, remember?"
He exhales with a quiet laugh, head tipping back against the couch. "You're really gonna test me right now?"
"Maybe I am."
"Mm..." He hums, watching you from under his lashes. "Gonna back that up?"
"Guess you'll just have to find out."
He snorts, finally setting his phone down on the armrest. "You really don't know when to quit, huh?"
"Not when it comes to you."
That earns you a look. His eyes drag over your face, down to the spot where your fingers rest on your thigh.
He shifts slightly, one arm stretching across the back of the couch. "Go on, then," he said with a smirk. "Show me what you've got."
You blink, taken aback by the sudden challenge. "You're serious?"
"Mm." His gaze lingered, heavy-lidded. "You started it."
You tilt your head, pretending to think, but your heart rate was already picking up. "Thought you were too tired to care."
He hums in response, shaking his head. "Never said that, baby."
The way he's watching you now makes it impossible to pretend this is just teasing. You shift a little, your knee brushing against his calf.
The shorts you were wearing were the ones he could never ignore. They hugged your ass so good, he never missed a chance to give it a firm smack every time he would pass by.
You feel the weight of his gaze as it lingers on the curve of your shorts. His lips twitch, eyes hungry, though he's still sprawled out like he's got no intention of moving. The way his calf presses lightly against your knee sends shivers through your body.
"Those damn shorts," he mutters, "You wore those on purpose, didn't you?"
You shrug coyly as your fingers trace higher up your thigh. "Maybe I did," you bite your lip as your fingers slip under the fabric, gasping as the pads of your fingers make contact with your clit.
Suna's eyes zeroed in on the way your hips moved against your hand, squinting like it would make an X-ray for him to see through the flimsy fabric.
"Fuck," he breaths out, fingers digging into the cushion. "You're playing dirty."
You tilt your head, watching his lustful eyes that hadn't left where your hand rested. "You said you wanted a show," you murmur, voice low and breathy, "I'm just giving you what you asked for."
He laughed, though it was more of an exhale than a sound. His hand is resting higher on his thigh now, fingers twitching like he's fighting every instinct to reach for you. "Yeah, well," he drawls, eyes locked on where your hand disappears under the hem of your shorts. "Those fucking shorts are making it hard to just watch."
You hum as your hips shift to find a better rhythm. The way he's staring—hungry, intense, memorizing every detail—sends heat flooding through your core.
His hand mirrors yours now, palming at his now prominent bulge in his shorts.
"Still tired?" You tease, voice shaky as your fingers circle with more fervor, hips rolling against your hand to chase for more. More that you couldn't give yourself, it was something only he could give you.
Suna's smirk is gone now, replaced by something sharper, more raw. "Tired?" he mimicked you, his voice raspy as he had already pulled his cock out, pre leaking from his red-hot tip. "Baby, you're making damn sure I'm wide awake."
You grin, bathing in how he's trying to play it cool, despite the way that his chest is rising faster and how hard his fingers gripped himself through the fabric. "What's wrong, Rin?" You breathed out, trying to speak evenly through your distracting fingers, grinding your hips against your hand desperately. "Thought you were done for the day?"
"Done?" He spits into his hand, picking up his cock that had been drooping from its weight with his now-lubed-up hand to stroke it languidly, like he had all the time in the world. You practically whimpered at the sight, your cunt had clenched around the air—like it was asking for him to fill you up.
"Baby, I'm just letting you think you're winning."
Your eyes flick to his hand, the way his fingers move with that infuriatingly casual confidence—it pissed you off and turned you on at the same fucking time.
"Fuck—take it off, need to see that pretty pussy." He groans, his voice rough with need as his strokes' pace picked up.
You don't hesitate, the urgency in his voice spurring you on. You push the sodden cloth away, along with your panties that were all the more ruined, tossing them somewhere behind the couch.
The cool air hits your skin, prickling at your soaked cunt like a breath of fresh air.
Suna's gaze was hungry, unblinking as he drank in every inch of you. "Shit," he breaths, his cock throbbing hot within the friction of his hand.
The slick sound of your arousal fills the room, mingling with his low groans—the two of you were drunk on each other's pleasure. The way his balls bounced every time his wrist met the base consumed you. You were practically drooling, mewling raspily as you plunged two fingers inside of your sopping cunt.
Your hips buck against your hand, two fingers curling deep inside, chasing a release that’s so close but not enough—not when Suna’s right there, stroking his fat cock that you wanted so desperately inside of you instead of your fingers.
"Fuck, Rin," You whined, hips grinding harder against your hand. "You're not looking so tired anymore, you could've been fucking me by now!"
His cock twitched at your words, head tipping back against the couch as he feverishly stroked his length with the desperation of a man on his last straw. "Shit, baby—" he rasps out, "You can't just—f-fuck—you can't just say that."
He looked too fucking good.
His hoodie was rucked up, abs flexing, his thick neck cording with tension, cock heavy and angry in his hand... You were at your breaking point, your pride barely holding you back from crawling onto his lap and pressing him balls deep inside of you.
"Fuckin' curveball, you dirty cheater..." He continues, his desperation clear in his tone. His strokes were growing erratic as he watched you pump yourself with your fingers so needily.
You moan, loud and unfiltered, your other hand circling your clit faster as you meet his gaze, refusing to back down. "Then stop playing," You taunt, your voice shaky, but defiant, your hips bucking as the pleasure had begun to stockpile in your belly. "You're not too tired to fuck me, Rin. Admit it."
His laugh is strained, almost a growl, and his eyes narrow as he leans forward slightly, his gaze locked on where your fingers disappear inside of you.
"Admit it?" His hand moving faster, cock angrily pulsing in his iron grip. "Baby, I'm about two seconds from proving you right." His voice is needy and raw, and so fucking hot. You wanted him, all of him—on you, inside you, you didn't care—you just wanted him to touch you.
The room felt suffocating, a thick mix of your fingers covered in the slick that gushed from your pussy, his ragged moans, and the creak of the couch that shifted under the weight of your incessant movements.
Your shorts and panties lie forgotten somewhere behind you, and Suna’s gym shorts are pushed down just enough to give you a full view of him, his pretty cock glistening with pre-cum as he strokes himself in tune with your desperate movements. The pride-driven game is crumbling, the line between holding back and giving in blurring with every second.
“Fuck, Rin,” you whimper again, your fingers plunging deeper, your hips grinding harder as you feel your forearms burn and the coil in your core tighten to the breaking point. “You’re just gonna watch me cum like this? You could be inside me.”
That does it. His groan is almost pained, his hand faltering as he leans closer, his free hand shooting out to grip your thigh, fingers digging into your plump flesh.
"Fuck it," he growls, his voice raw and broken, "You're drivin' me insane, baby."
His touch is electric, but he doesn't move to take over. He's still stroking himself with the same desperate fervor as before, both of you reaching your end.
"Look at you," he rasps, his voice dripping with lust. "So fucking wet, fucking yourself like that for me. You're gonna cum, aren't you? Come on, baby. Let me hear you."
Your moans grow louder, spurred by his words and the way your fingers were curling against your g-spot. "Rin," you whine shakily, the pleasure overwhelming as you grew close to your end.
His grip on your thighs tightens and his eyes burn into yours, hungry and unyielding.
"Thaaat's it," he murmurs, his voice a low, filthy purr as he strokes himself faster, his cock pulsing in his grip. "Fuck you're so pretty like this, baby girl. This pretty pussy clenchin' around your fingers like that—fuck—keep goin', baby, wanna see you fall apart."
His words are like gasoline, fueling the fire in your core, and you can't help the way your body responds, your fingers moving frantically, chasing the release he's coaxing out of you.
"Shit, Rin," you gasp, your back arching as everything built its way up to break, your thighs trembling, "I'm—f-fuck—m'gonna—!"
"Yeah, you are," he cuts in, his voice rough and commanding, his hand speeding up to match your rhythm. "Cum for me, baby. Let me see that pretty pussy gush all over your fingers." He groaned, "Bet it's so fucking tight, bet you wish it was my cock you were squeezin', huh? Come on, give it to me."
Every word pushed you closer, your eyes locked onto his. He was all-consuming, drinking in every twitch, every moan.
Your cry tears through the room as you rubbed and itched against your g-spot over and over, the pleasure crashing through you harshly. "Mmph—fuck! Riinnnn!!!" You cry out, your cunt clenching hard around your fingers, hips buckling as you ride out the orgasm, greedily chasing every last pulse.
Your thighs shake, black dots dancing in your vision as his words echoed through your brain like a mantra.
He watched you like you were the only thing in the world, fucking into his fist like it was your sweet cunt. "Good girl, so fuckin' good," he grunted, his release spilling hot and messy onto your belly. "Fuck, thaaat's it," he moaned as his hips stuttered into his hand, voice strained while watching your shuddering form.
The air is thick with your heavy breathing as Suna slumps back against the couch, his chest heaving, a lazy, lopsided grin spreading across his face as he wipes his hand on his shorts.
"Fuck," he mutters, running his clean hand through his hair. "I'm dead, you killed me."
You laugh tiredly, collapsing beside him as your hands and forearms burned from the intensity of your efforts. "You said that earlier too," you roll your eyes, nudging his leg with your knee. "Some corpse you are. Looked pretty alive a minute ago."
He snorts, tilting his head to look at you. "Yeah, well," he drawls out, "You've got a way of bringin' me back to life, pretty girl." His hand finds your thigh, tracing lazy, warm circles into your soft skin. "Still gonna blame you for it, though."
You grin, shifting to lean against his side with your head on his chest, inhaling his sweet musk. "Blame me all you want," You murmur, "You're the one that couldn't control yourself."
He chuckles, feeling the sound of the rumble from his chest. "Can you blame me? Looking like that, moving like that? Fuck, I'm only just a human being. Gonna need a nap after this."
Your heart skips a beat, and your cheeks heat up from his light praise. "You and your damn naps—" You cut yourself off, connecting the dots, "—W-wait... After what...?" Your voice falters, and you were met with his mischievous expression.
His face resembled a cat toying with its prey, his hands on your thigh moved to grope your ass with a tight squeeze. "Oh, you know..." He hummed innocently, "After that stunt, I'm not that tired anymore... In fact, I'm wide awake."
the first time you wore kaiser’s jersey was to support him at one of his games, cheering him on the sidelines with a wide smile on your face. and seeing you wear a jersey that had his number and his name made him so fucking smug — he could feel his dick twitch at the sight on the the field, and that same night after his inevitable win, he had you laid down on your shared bed like a prize, wearing nothing but that same jersey.
“keep this on, yeah?”, he mumbles against your lips, moving your hands away from the hem of his jersey and placing them on his muscular chest before littering your neck with his hickeys that would be a pain in the ass to cover the next day.
he flips you over on your stomach, the words ‘kaiser’ in eyeshot with the arch of your back and the curve of your ass his jersey doesn’t cover. he loves having you in a downward dog, his large hand placed on the back of your neck as his pelvis collides with the plush of your ass; your pretty moans are like music to his ears.
“fuckkk.. just like that.”, he groans, feeling the way your velvet walls flutter around his shaft, swallowing him up as his pretty pink tip kisses your cervix. he’s so deep, watching the way he disappears completely with your pretty whines and clenching walls causing that familiar build up of hot white pleasure.
you’re not far off yourself with the way kaiser continues to abuse that sweet spot of yours, burying your head against the pillow to muffle the loud, needy moans that fall from your lips, “please.. m’gonna cum.”
“yeah? cum on my fucking cock, baby.”, he smirks with his own groan leaving his lips one again, a playful smack erupting against your ass that has you whining out. his thrusts grow needier and sloppier with your climax finally reaching it’s peak, your body writhing and your back arching further; the lewd sight sending kaiser’s pleasure soaring through him with a choked moan escaping from his lips.
“just like that, fuck.”, he moans as he continues to fuck you both through your orgasm, leaning his body against yours to entwine your hands with his.
and as you both finally come down from your highs, kaiser flips you over on your back after pulling out of you in a gentle manner, “you really should wear my jersey more often.”, he mutters before placing a chaste kiss on your lips.
