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Stranger Things
Check You Out ꕤ ✣
• Chapter 1 • Chapter 2
Modern!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Working at the grocery store in Hawkins wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it was nowhere near the best. While working the night shift, you have another weird encounter with a regular that won't stop hitting on you. This time, however, someone comes to your rescue by pretending to be your boyfriend.
Tell Him ✦ ꕤ
Mean!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson
Steve's been unreasonably angry lately, but nobody knows why. You and Eddie decide to give him something to be angry about.
Black Coffee ꕤ ✣
• Chapter 1 • Chapter 2
Modern!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Coffee Shop AU
Reader works at a coffee shop. Eddie decides that the overpriced coffee is worth getting to flirt with the pretty barista making it for him.
Heat Above ꕤ ✣ ❀
Modern!Eddie x Fem!Reader Friends to Lovers
Reader and Eddie love getting high together. Their routine smoke sesh looks a little different tonight.
In My Room ✦ ✫
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
All he can do is imagine that you're still here, that he's not just looking at the space that used to be yours.
How I Get Myself Killed ✦ ꕤ ✫
Modern!Eddie x Fem!Reader
You and Eddie are the definition of star-crossed lovers until his past rears its ugly head. How do you navigate a situationship?
Julie and the Phantoms
Summer Solstice ✦
Luke Patterson x Fem!Reader
It’s the longest day of the year and Y/N’s friend Julie has invited her over to her house for a pool party. Julie forgot to mention that she made three new and super cute friends, and one of them catches Y/N’s eye. The tension between Luke and Y/N rises when the gang decides to add alcohol to the list of activities for the night.
Don’t Call Me Angel (Completed) ꕤ ✣ ❀
Luke Patterson x Fem!Reader (Series)
• Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4
• Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8
• Part 9 • Part 10 • Part 11
Y/N is a bit of a troublemaker, but so is Luke Patterson. Despite their shared predilection for rebellion, they are the closest thing to sworn enemies. However, that might change when Y/N’s friend Julie befriends Luke. With a mutual friend among them, will Y/N and Luke let bygones be bygones, or will tensions rise even higher?
Unconventional ❀ ✣
Charlie Gillespie x Fem!Reader
When Y/N gets laid off from her job, her friend Joy is quick to offer a helping hand. Lucky for them, Charlie is in need of a date to a cast party after getting himself wrapped up in a lie. Bundle up for this Christmas-themed fic that combines chaos, love, and karaoke.
Teeth ✦
Charlie Gillespie x Fem!Reader
Charlie and Y/N have been best friends for ages, meaning they’ve gone all out on Halloween every year. When you decide to go dress up as an iconic movie duo, the evening plays out in ways neither of you expected. Inspired by the song Teeth by 5SOS. The story has no relation to the song in terms of the plot, but it’s still inspired by it.
New Year’s Eve ✣
Carrie Wilson x Fem!Reader
When the New Year’s Eve party starts to feel a bit dull, Carrie and Y/N lighten up each other’s night.
Talk Too Much ꕤ
Reggie Peters x Fem!Reader
After his performance onstage, things between Reggie and his girlfriend get heated.
Rough Day (Request) ✣
Luke Patterson x Reader
Luke comforts the reader when their assignment gives them a hard time.
Pretty in Pink (Request) ✣
Carrie Wilson x Fem!Reader
A royal aesthetic moodboard in which Carrie invites all the princesses in the area to her annual Valentine’s Day ball. You’ve only heard rumors about the hostess; many saying she was selfish and cold. You were quite nervous to actually come face to face with Wilson royalty.
Seeing Other People (Request) ꕤ
Owen Joyner x Reader x Charlie Gillespie
Y/N catches up with their ex at a concert. They thought they’d moved on, but seeing another person on Owen’s arm is almost unbearable. Y/N doesn’t want to be the bitter ex, leading them to find solace in the old couple’s closest friend.
Envy (Request) ꕤ ❀
Owen Joyner x Fem!Reader
Y/N and Owen have been dating for about a month, but have chosen to keep it private in order to be professional. However, Owen isn’t sure if he can handle seeing his best friend kiss his girlfriend.
Harry Styles
Whipped ✦
Harry Styles x AFAB!Reader
This is from 2017 and is my first attempt at smut. It’s not the best, but I’m putting it here in case you need a laugh. Basically every way to interpret the word. Harry’s whipped for Y/N, Harry’s ass gets whipped, and there’s whipped cream…
Honey Doll
Harry Styles x Fem!Reader/OC
Meeting a celebrity while walking down the street is a rare occurrence. What’s even more rare is this encounter being told from the celebrity’s point of view.
Golden (Request) ✣
Harry Styles x Reader (she/they pronouns)
A royal aesthetic moodboard in which Prince Harry decides to leave the castle for a day, disguised as a regular citizen. What happens when he finally meets the person who makes his favorite honey at the market?
Y/N discovers something about her lineage and is consequently submerged into a world of chaos, danger, and maybe even romance. The biggest obstacle however, is figuring out how to deal with that hot-headed red paladin.
Looking Sharp ✦ ꕤ
Keith Kogane x Fem!Reader (Three-Shot)
• Part 1 ꕤ • Part 2 ꕤ ✦ • Part 3 ꕤ ✦
A little something for Keithtober AND Kinktober. Our favorite swordsman is done holding back in sparring sessions.
Attack on Titan
Strike Two ✦ ✫
Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader
Disobeying your captain results in punishment. Being on thin ice with someone like Captain Ackerman is dangerous. Nobody’s ever misbehaved enough to get a second strike on their record… until now.
Jujutsu Kaisen
Late Night ✦ ꕤ ✣ ❀
Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader
Nanami's just been... busy. That's what you tell yourself after two months without intimacy. It's starting to take a toll on you, but luckily, Nanami knows just how to make up for his passive neglect.
Gachiakuta
Ride the Wave ✦
Enjin x Fem!Reader
You've had the worst day as part of a terrible week. Enjin tries to help you, but ends up helping himself instead.
Blurbs
Stranger Things
Balcony Cigarettes ꕤ ✣
Voltron: Legendary Defender
Lance McClain NSFW Bullet Blurb ✦ ❀
Lance McClain NSFW Alphabet ✦ ❀
Keith Kogane NSFW Alphabet ✦
Death Note
Light Yagami NSFW Alphabet ✦ ❀
Attack on Titan
Hange Zoë NSFW Bullet Blurb ✦ (Request)
Jean Kirstein Overstim Blurb ✦
Marvel
Peter Parker NSFW Alphabet ✦ ❀
Miscellaneous
Adore (OC x Reader Smut) ✦
Writing Prompts
• Crybabyddl’s Neon Colors Prompt List
“Quit hiding your magic” (L. Patterson)
“Baby I’m not afraid to die” (K. Kogane) ✫ ❀
“Because I would die for you” (K. Kogane)
“If she’s mad kiss her” (K. Kogane) ꕤ ❀
• Trope Writing Prompts (not mine. for requests)
Moodboards
Moodboard Masterlist
Headcanons & Theories
Headcanons & Theories Masterlist
Headcanons may include NSFW themes like smut. There are some blurbs/short writing pieces so if you’re looking for a specific story of mine and you don’t see it on my masterlist, it might be on this one!
Quizzes
Which of my random hyperfixations are you?
Which of my comfort characters are you?
Choose some aesthetic pictures and I’ll give you one of my favorite pens!
Which part of my first good date are you?
I assign you as one of my friends
Memes & Schemes
Memes & Schemes Masterlist
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About Me
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I made a playlist of calming songs for my tumblr friends <3
Just a quick message:
•If you need someone to talk to about ANYTHING, please message me.
•Please do not be afraid to reach out.
•I truly do care about each and every one of you, regardless of how well I know you.
•We are all human beings just trying to do our best in a universe that doesn’t always care about our feelings.
•So please, just know that you are not alone and that you have people who want to help you and that love you.
Definition: The Eiffel Tower is classic threesome geometry: you on all fours (hands and knees), one pounding you from behind, the other kneeling/standing in front getting deepthroated.
The restaurant in Ginza is the kind of place Hiromi picks when he’s trying and, mostly failing, to pretend he’s not exhausted from another 14-hour day. You’re halfway through dessert, laughing at the way he’s dramatically narrating the latest courtroom disaster like it’s a true-crime podcast, when you feel someone stop at your table.
You look up. Nanami Kento. Blond hair still perfectly parted, suit still immaculate even at 10 p.m. Your stomach drops. Hiromi glances up too, then does a visible double-take. His tired eyes widen behind his glasses. “Kento?” “Hiromi?” Nanami’s voice is surprised. “I didn’t know you were in Ginza tonight.”
Hiromi stands immediately—old habit from college days, apparently and claps Nanami on the shoulder “It’s been—what, six years? Seven? Sit, sit. You remember—” He gestures to you, beaming like he’s just won the lottery.
Your mouth opens. Nothing comes out. Your goddamn ex-boyfriend who Hiromi had no idea you’d dated. Nanami’s gaze slides to you. Politely nodding, “Of course.”
“Well,” he says, clapping his hands once, “this is fantastic. Small world. Kento, you’re not busy, right? Come back to our place. Catch up properly.” You stare at him like he’s lost his mind. Nanami hesitates then nods once. “If it’s no trouble.” Hiromi reassures him, already signaling for the check. “Anything to catch up with an old friend, right? No trouble at all.”
You’re going to fkning murder him.
Arriving home, the apartment door clicks shut behind the three of you. Hiromi immediately heads for the kitchen, shedding his jacket over the back of a chair, “Whiskey orrr whiskey?” he calls without turning around. You drop your bag on the entry table with more force than necessary. Nanami stays near the door for a second longer than he needs to, loosening his tie with the same deliberate calm he used to use when he was about to end a long day by ending things with you.
“Whiskey’s fine,” Nanami says. Hiromi pours three glasses without asking if anyone wants ice. He hands one to Nanami first then you. You all sit. You take the couch. Nanami takes the armchair across from you. Hiromi perches on the arm of the couch next to you, close enough that his thigh presses against your shoulder.
“So.” He swirls the glass lazily. “Kento. Still doing the corporate bullshit. “Or did you finally tell them to fuck off like we talked about senior year?” Nanami smiles, “Still employed. Still billing hours. You?”
“Still losing cases I should win and winning ones I shouldn’t.” Hiromi shrugs. “Same shit. You remember that class I had to retake four damn times?” “Oh—yeah,” he says, motioning toward you with a small lift of his chin. “You were in it. Same section. Same professor. You used to finish the hypotheticals before Ikeda even finished reading the facts. I sat behind you every Tuesday and Thursday.”
“Ikeda’s class. The one with the curved grading and the weekly hypotheticals that made half the section cry.” Hiromi clarifies. Nanami nods once. “That one.” Hiromi’s gaze snaps to you disbelieving, “You were in Ikeda’s morning section?”
You swallow. “Yeah.” staring into your whiskey like it might grow a mouth and save you.
Nanami continues, “We dated for a little over a year. Then I graduated early. Corporate offer came in. Timing didn’t work.” ‘GODFCKN DAMNIT KENTO why couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut.’
Hiromi goes still. The room is so quiet you can hear the refrigerator hum. Hiromi takes a sip slowly. “You dated,” he repeats. Hiromi looks at you then sets his glass down with a soft clink. “So,” he says casually, “you two have history.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Hiromi—”
Hiromi lets out a short, incredulous laugh that has no humor in it. “I was in the afternoon section. Same professor. Same material. Same fucking hell. And you—” He points at you, then at Nanami, then back at you. “—were in the same goddamn classroom as him. Every Tuesday and Thursday. For a whole semester.” You open your mouth. Nothing helpful comes out. Nanami exhales through his nose—the same sound Hiromi makes. It’s uncanny. Hiromi’s eyes flick to you. “And then you met me.”
You glare. “You’re making this weird.” “I’m making it honest.” He leans back, arms crossed. “I mean, come on. My old college friend—who I haven’t seen in years—happens to be your ex. And neither of you thought to mention it until we’re all three sitting here.”
Nanami looks at you. “I thought you would have told him.” “I thought it was ancient history,” you mutter. Hiromi snorts. “Ancient history, sure. So, which one of us fucks you better?” Kento chokes on his drink, as you shoot your boyfriend a glare, “What has gotten into you?!”
“What’s gotten into me?” he echoes, “I don’t know—maybe the fact that my girlfriend’s ex is sitting in my living room, drinking my whiskey, and apparently sat behind her in the same goddamn Contracts class I used to come home and bitch about every single week. Maybe it’s the part where neither of you thought that was worth mentioning. Ever. Or maybe—” he tilts his head, eyes flicking between you and Nanami, “—it’s the part where I’m sitting here realizing the guy who used to steal my ramen and proofread my briefs is the same guy who used to fuck my girlfriend.”
Nanami sets his glass down carefully. “Hiromi,” he says gently, “That’s enough.” Hiromi’s laugh is bitter, “Is it? Because I’m just getting started.”
You stand up so fast the couch creaks. “Hiromi, stop.” He looks up at you angrily, “I’m not mad at you,” he says, “I am mad that you lied. For pulling this shit tonight. I’m mad that I invited him here like an idiot because I was happy to see an old friend. And I’m mad that—” He gestures vaguely at the three of you. “—this is happening. All of it.”
Nanami stands slowly. “I can go.” Hiromi’s head snaps toward him. “Sit the fuck down, Kento.”
Nanami doesn’t sit. He just stays standing, hands loose at his sides, waiting. Hiromi exhales, “I’m sorry,” he mutters. “That was out of line. The question. All of it.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I just… I don’t know how to process this without sounding like a jealous asshole.”
You soften despite yourself. “You’re not an asshole. You’re just… processing. Loudly.” He huffs a small, self-deprecating laugh. “Yeah. That tracks.”
Nanami goes to turn and leave, “I didn’t come here to cause problems,” he says. “And I’m not here to compete. If you want me to leave, I will. No hard feelings.” Hiromi studies him for a long beat. Then he looks at you again. “I don’t want either of you to leave.” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, dragging a hand through his already wrecked hair. “You’re really gonna say that right now.”
You shrug, helpless. “It’s the truth.” He looks between you and Nanami like he’s weighing between jealousy, curiosity, maybe both and then his mouth curves into a smirk. “Alright then,” he says, sliding off the arm of the couch, settling properly beside you, one arm draping behind your shoulders, fingers brushing the nape of your neck as his eyes stay locked on Nanami.
“You still think about her?” Hiromi asks bluntly. Kento takes a sip before answering. “I don’t lie to myself about the past,” he says evenly. “Yes. Sometimes.”
Hiromi’s thumb strokes once against you, “And you?” He turns to you, voice dropping. “You still think about him?”
“Sometimes,” you admit softly, “Not like before. But… yeah.” Hiromi nods once, like that’s the permission he needed. He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Then go ahead and fuck him.” Your cough turns into a startled laugh. “Go on, baby. I know you want to.” He urges you again. You hesitate before softly saying, “Ken… come here.”
Hiromi shifts, pulling you back against his chest so you’re half in his lap, legs parting instinctively as Nanami sinks to one knee between them. Kento’s hands settle on your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress up inch by inch while Hiromi mouths along the side of your neck, “Look at her,” Hiromi murmurs against your skin, “Isn’t she so pretty.”
Nanami’s thumbs trace slow circles higher, higher, until they brush the damp lace between your legs. You arch without meaning to, a soft moan slipping out. Hiromi hums approvingly, one hand sliding down to cup your breast through the dress, thumb flicking over the nipple until it pebbles.
Kento hooks his hand through your wet panties, shoving them aside. The first swipe of his tongue is slow, like he’s relearning every inch. You gasp, hips jerking, but Hiromi bands an arm around your waist, holding you still. “Easy, baby,” he soothes, even as his other hand works the zipper of your dress down. “Let him taste what he’s been missing.”
Nanami groans against you, his tongue circles your clit once, twice, then dips lower, lapping at your pussy. Hiromi’s already hard against your ass through his slacks. His arm tightens around you, holding you open, “Tell him how much you missed this,” Hiromi whispers, “Tell him, baby. He’s listening.”
You start trembling and whimpering, “I—I missed your mouth, Ken. The way you… fuck, the way you always knew exactly—” Nanami doesn’t let you finish—just doubles down, sucking gently on your clit until your thighs tremble. Hiromi finally gets your dress off your shoulders, baring your breasts to the cool air of the apartment. He rolls one nipple between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to make you whine.
“Look at him,” Hiromi orders, “Look at how much he wants this.” You do. Nanami’s eyes are half-lidded and focused, blond hair falling forward as he works you over with devastating patience. When he slides two fingers inside making you whimper, back bowing. Hiromi laughs softly, “There it is. That sound I love.”
He shifts behind you, freeing himself from his pants with one hand while the other keeps you pinned. His cock presses hot and heavy against your lower back as he strokes himself lazily, watching Nanami devour you. “Think you can take both of us?” Hiromi asks, lips at your ear. “Like we talked about that one night. Remember my pretty girl?” Your brain short-circuits. “Yes—fuck, yes.” Nanami pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny. “Hell yes.”
Hiromi nods in agreenment, before pressing a kiss beneath your ear. “You heard him, sweetheart. He’s in.”
Nanami rises smoothly to his feet, shedding his jacket, The metallic clink is obscenely loud in the quiet room. Hiromi helps you turn, maneuvering you until you’re facing the back of the couch, knees sinking into the cushions, ass presented. “Hands here,” Hiromi murmurs, guiding your palms to the backrest. “Keep them there unless one of us says otherwise.” You nod, breath hitching.
He walks around behind you, slapping your ass as Kento appears in front of you. “Hi, pretty girl.” He tips your chin up with two fingers. “Open.” You do, tongue flat, and he slides in slow—filling your mouth inch by inch until your lips stretch around him. The weight of him on your tongue makes you moan around the shaft; he exhales sharply through his nose, hand sliding into your hair to guide the rhythm.
Behind you, Hiromi lines up, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave prints, the other spreading you open. He pushes in with one long, steady thrust, your back arching with a muffled cry vibrating around Kento's cock.
“Fuck,” Higuruma rasps, “So tight after all that arguing earlier. You were waiting for this, weren’t you?” You can’t answer—mouth full—but you push back against him, clenching deliberately. He groans, hips snapping forward harder, setting a brutal pace that rocks you onto Nanami’s length.
His control slips a fraction. Hiromi’s thrusts drive you forward forcing more of Nanami’s cock past your lips until the head bumps the back of your throat. You gag softly, eyes watering, swirling your tongue under the ridge just the way you remember he liked. The two of them find rhythm without speaking: one pulls out as the other pushes in, seesawing you between them until your whole body is shaking.
“Goddamn,” Hiromi growls, fingers digging deeper into your hips as he watches the way your throat works around Nanami. “Look at that. Taking him like you never forgot how.” He begins thrusting deeper, balls slapping against you with every snap. You whine around Nanami’s cock—drool slipping down your chin—as Higuruma angles just right. Kento tightens his grip in your hair, fucking your mouth while Higuruma rails you. Nanami pulls out just enough to let you gasp, strings of spit connecting your lips to his tip. “Words,” he says calmly. “Tell us how it feels, baby.”
You manage a whimpered, “F-fuck—full—don’t stop—” Higuruma’s rhythm stutters at your voice. They sync up—Higuruma slamming deep from behind, Nanami sliding back into your mouth. The position holds: you bridged between them, body rocking with every thrust, throat and cunt stuffed. Nanami’s thumb brushes your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that slipped free when you took him especially deep. “Still so good at this. Always were.”
Hiromi laughs possessively, “Yeah? Tell me something I don’t know, Kento.”
Nanami’s eyes flick to Hiromi over the top of your head, “She used to come untouched just from sucking me off,” he says, “First time it happened she cried—thought something was wrong with her. Took me half an hour of coaxing to get her to admit how close she was.”
Hiromi’s thrusts turned punishing, that comment clearly hit a nerve. “Is that right?” Hiromi rasps, one hand sliding up your spine to fist lightly in your hair, tilting your head back so Nanami can sink even deeper. “You never told me that, baby. Keeping secrets from me now?”
You can’t answer—mouth too full, throat working frantically—but your body does: a fresh gush of wetness before you come first shaking hard, muffled screams around Kento as your walls flutter and clamp down on Hiromi as his pace turns erratic. “Fuck—fuck, that’s it—squeeze me just like that—”
Nanami pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop, hand stroking himself fast, eyes locked on your wrecked expression. “Where do you want it?” he asks, voice strained. You don’t even have to think. “On me,” you rasp, voice hoarse. “Both of you.”
Hiromi swears viciously as he pulls out at the last second, flips you onto your back so fast the room spins, then straddles your hips. They stroke themselves in tandem—Hiromi’s hand flying over his cock, Nanami’s slower but no less desperate—until they both come.
Hiromi comes first, hot stripes painting your stomach, your breasts, one pulse landing across your nipple. Nanami follows seconds later, spilling over your chest, your collarbone, a few drops catching your chin when you tilt your head back for him. Hiromi exhales roughly, dropping down beside you, pulling you half into his lap before reaches for the throw blanket on the back of the couch and drapes it gently over your lower half.
Hiromi snorts softly. “Ever the gentleman even when he’s fucked my girlfriend. Classic Kento.” Nanami’s mouth quirks—just the tiniest hint of a smile. “Someone has to be.”
You laugh, weak and shaky, head lolling against Hiromi’s shoulder. “You two are ridiculous.”
Nanami disappears into the hallway without a word, returning a minute later with a damp washcloth and a glass of water. Classic fuckin’ Kento, what a sweetie. He hands you the glass first. You take it with trembling fingers, sip slowly, grateful for the cool slide down your raw throat. Then he kneels again between your spread thighs and gently wipes the mess from your stomach, your breasts, your collarbones with slow careful strokes.
Hiromi watches the whole thing with half-lidded eyes, one arm still slung around your shoulders. “You always this sweet after you come on someone else’s girl, Kento?” Nanami doesn’t look up from his task. “Only when she asks nicely.”
You choke on a laugh that turns into a soft groan when the cloth brushes a particularly sensitive spot. “Stop. Both of you.” Hiromi smirks, reaches over to take the washcloth from Kento’s hand, and finishes the job himself dragging the damp fabric across your nipple until it pebbles again under the attention.
You look back up at Kento, about to ask him not to leave before Hiromi beats you to it. “You should stay,” he says, “Since it’s already so late y’know.”
Kento looks up, eyes flicking from Hiromi to you. You reach out before you can overthink it, fingers curling loosely around Nanami’s wrist. “Please,” you add softly. “Stay.” He brushes your hair to the side of your face, “Alright, of course. I’ll stay.”
Hiromi smirks lazily, already reaching for the half-empty whiskey glasses on the table. “Good. Because we’re not done catching up.” You bury your face in Hiromi’s neck to hide your blushing.
Whatta small world, indeed.
a/n: several pussy pleasure breaks were taken during the writing of this and I j wanted to share that ALSO credits to @owwllly for this masterpiece of art they drew
Synopsis. (!) Two assignments overdue: your law professor and your history professor.
Objective: After teasing them all semester, Professor Higuruma Hiromi and Professor Nanami Kento…snap.
Time: At the same time.
Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader x Higuruma Hiromi
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, history professor!Nanami, law professor!Higuruma, college AU, you’re such a TEASE, driving them wiId, they’re overworked, they’re older, tutoring, STERN Nanami, fíngering, rings, p sIapping, p talking, chokíng, rídin’ Higuruma’s nose, oraI (m + f), pússydrunk Higuruma, manhandIing, dragging, running from it, bíting, BOTH, fuII neIsons, bIindfolds, guessing, DP, SAME TIME, spítting, DÚMBlFICATlON, cervíx smoochin’, big stretches, they’re FÉRAL, creampíes, cúmpIay, slight cúmfIation, surprise at the end, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 13.2k
A/N. You babygirls said you wanted more law professor!Higuruma so…I said why not have BOTH?!
He had you next hour.
Professor Nanami Kento - head of the History Department, PhD with Distinction - had you in his next class.
And he wasn’t even half as prepared as he should be: the coffee-maker in the staff room had broken down.
Goodness knows how many times the blond-haired man has haunted that very station. Slouched over, sighing, sipping on his seventh coffee of the day.
And although he could blame it all on the higher-ups and their stingy funding, or perhaps the frat boys of Delta Jujutsu Pi that’ve made it a challenge to sneak inside—he blames you. He wouldn’t even have latched onto such a respite had it not been for the way you made his blood pressure rise…in all sorts of ways.
Nanami’s eyes glaze over, and his hand absent-mindedly drifts between his legs. Perhaps if he got his pent-up energy out first…
“Kento.” A knock at his cubicle. And Nanami jolts his hand away as though it burned-
It was Professor Higuruma Hiromi.
The head of the Law Department. Also PhD with Distinction. The man with dark circles and even darker suits, all prim and poised as he waded through the hallways with his stacks of documents—of course, Nanami was one for suits, as well.
They really brought out his broad shoulders- at least, that’s what you told him.
Another reason why he needs the coffee.
Fuck.
Nanami attempts to even out his breathing as he looks up. “Hiromi.”
If Higuruma thought anything of Nanami’s startled reaction, he makes no indication. Instead he holds up a slim file in his hand, “Are you free? Could you help me with looking over this essay?”
“Of course.”
They were the only two in the staff room right now, besides- anything to take his mind off of you.
Nanami adjusts the gold-rimmed glasses on his face before he takes the file from him. Flipping it open to find a jumble of justice and law jargon that his history-inclined brain balks at—“I never thought you’d want a history professor’s opinion on an essay about…” He squints at the title, “-the scope of judicial power and judicial review. Does this have any names of 14th century shoguns that you need me to check?”
“No- no.” Higuruma runs a hand down his face, though Nanami gets the impression that it wasn’t for him. Rather it was for whatever ravaged at the man inside- making him look up at the ceiling with a hollow sigh—“Man, I need some coffee today.”
“Understandable.” Nanami pushes his glasses up.
“The machine’s broken, right?”
“Right.”
Higuruma only lets out another sigh that Nanami relates to well.
“If it helps, Dean Yaga said it’d be fixed by tomorrow.” Nanami attempts- he never was the type of sociable guy some of the other professors were. But he gets the feeling that Higuruma was the same.
He runs a hand down his face one last time- “That’s too late, I have tutoring this evening with…” And how Nanami Kento related to that, as well. Before he seems to shake himself out of it- somewhat. “It’s alright, could you just check the grammatical and citation stuff for me?”
“Of course.” As Higuruma leans against the partition and waits, the other professor skims through the writing. It wasn’t half bad, to be quite honest, and had it been for his own class then he would’ve given it an A—none too many mistakes except for the odd careless error. At least it was human-made.
After a while of silence, Nanami’s partway through the conclusion when he asks. “Did you happen to get tired of looking through so many essays?”
“No, it’s just…” The dark-haired man sighs once more- for about the twelfth time since he came in. “-this student, you know?”
Nanami nods—he did know. “Trouble student?”
“Not quite.” He almost gulps.
Nanami narrows his eyes. “Doesn’t attend?”
“No, she attends every class.”
“Then what?” He leans back in his chair, essay forgotten now. “The legacy kid? The credit-chaser? The class clown that isn’t actually funny?”
Higuruma cuts through them all with a fierce shake of his head. “No, no, and no—” Almost gulping. “It’s just that this student is a little…distracting.”
The tips of his ears were red.
Instantly, Higuruma looks like he regrets it.
“F-forget I said anything-”
He does.
But Nanami looks squarely at the other man.
“I have a student like that, too.”
The law professor looks at him in wary interest. “Oh?”
“My star student, actually.” Pushing his glasses up, he opens up one of his cabinets and pulls out a thick, paper-stuffed file. And though Nanami Kento does collect his students’ work for the semester to review, he never does keep them quite so close - none other than yours.
Higuruma looks through them with slightly widened eyes. “All hers?”
Nanami nods, “So diligent that it’s almost distracting.”
Higuruma pulls out an empty chair beside Nanami and sits. Legs spread. Dark eyes thoughtful. “Mine, too.” He starts—“Never have I had a student ask for so many hours of extra tutoring.”
“Mine’s basically set up a tent in my office.” Nanami chuckles- though he can’t deny the slight pang it sends down to his cock. “Always taking on more assignments for extra credit, always answering questions first-”
“Always first in class and last to leave?”
“Exactly.” Nanami agrees. And he leans a hand on his desk as he watches the other man go through those papers - they were some of his most prized possessions, he feared to admit. Words from your heart. Swooping slashes of ink from your hands.
It was a part of you in those papers that Nanami Kento held dear to him- fuck, it was a part of you that sometimes he’d bring up to his greedy nose and sniff. Almost as if he could feel your skin through these very parchments.
It made him so fuckin’ hard.
But Higuruma didn’t need to know that.
Though the careful manner in which he handled those papers - how he leaned in just a little to drown in the ink - made him wonder…
“Always wearing the skimpiest skirt to class?”
And the other man looks up in shock- as though conveying something in his silence. Oh.
He flips the file over to look at the name typed-out on the cover, and it reads—yours. Ultimately, he continues—“A-always sittin’ in the front row with her legs spread just a bit?”
Nanami nods. “Always leaning over the desk when she has to speak in private.”
There’s a slight hardening within Higuruma’s eyes - though not of any unpleasant kind - it’s almost as if something deep and carnal was stirring awake right now. “Always wearing the prettiest black lace underneath?”
“She wears baby pink for me.” Nanami can’t help but smile.
“Fuck.” Higuruma runs a hand down his face again- and if Nanami didn’t know any better then he would’ve sworn that the other professor looked even more weary than when he first came in here. “And her panties-”
“Matching set.” Nanami responds without missing a beat - and he knows he’s some ol’ pervert for this.
He knows he is.
But he also knows about the smile that’d spread across your face the moment you’d realized he’d seen. “Bent over too low when picking her pen up one class.”
“Fucking—fuck.” Higuruma sounds agonized.
Nanami leans back in his chair, making it bounce a little bit. With a slightly breathless sigh leaving him, and his cock hardening even more in his pants–he’s forced to manspread under the table a little more. “She’s a needy lil’ thing, isn’t she?”
“That’s putting it lightly.” Higuruma’s lips quirk up into a sensual smile - as if he was reminiscing on the memories. “Wanting to fuck her professors? Seriously?”
“Believe she’s thought of both of us at the same time?”
“Don’t even say that-” The law professor looks around, even though there was no one else here. Looking back at the man with somewhat pleading eyes, “I have tutoring with her this evening. If I can’t even fucking grade her essay without getting a hard-on then what d’you think will happen if I’m thinking of that—?”
“Oh…” Nanami hums to himself, hands lacing in front of him. The coffee-machine really was broken. “-maybe that won’t be an issue.”
Higuruma glances at him with furrowed brows, “How so?”
“What time is your tutoring with her?”
“You mean…”
The blond man shrugs coyly- “I’m not implying anything…but which one of us two do you think is her favorite?”
“And people think you’re the gentleman of us two.” Higuruma grumbles but ultimately spits out the time. It seems you’d opted for tuition classes with your law professor in the after-hours—when the offices were snug, and the department was empty. And he feels his cock perk up at the fact- how many times has he raced back home to plunge into a cold bath after your tuition classes? How many times has his shower heard your name whispered? “I’m most definitely the favorite, by the way-”
So lost in his thought, Nanami nearly doesn’t catch the sentence. He looks over at Higuruma. “Does she call you ‘sir’, too?”
“She does.”
“Well, then we’ll find out, won’t we?”
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The two hottest professors on campus.
Higuruma Hiromi (38) with his sleek-cut suits, his polished shoes, and those sleepy eyes that seemed to stare into the depths of your soul. The depths of your body - exposed underneath him. He was a stern teacher, not afraid to make you do an assignment over and over and over again…(and you gladly would). Higuruma’s justice classes made you…wet you had to admit, hearing him bark out simulations of court cases. Orders. Commands.
You could practically hear a sigh echo out across the room every time he acted out his attorney days.
Every time he banged his gavel down made your knees weak.
It was no wonder that students in the law department tittered n’ scattered any time the ruggedly handsome professor walked past.
On the other hand was your history professor.
Nanami Kento (31) with his beefier build, his strong arms, his gentle eyes—twinkling down kindly upon you every time he corrected a mistake. Which - you have to confess - you’ve made a few more times than you really had to, just to feel his molten gaze upon you again and again. He often caused your heart (and something else entirely) to flutter at the deep musicality of his voice, managing to make even the most boring of history passages something interesting. Something that swept the class up easily.
Nanami was reputed around campus for being a complete gentleman - never looking down upon someone, never letting them walk in after him, never letting them pay him a compliment without receiving a sweet one back.
The dream husband.
The stern and the nice.
Both of them- frat guys hated them.
It hadn’t been intentional to join both their classes- honest!
But after seeing them on your first day, how could you not commit to maintaining a spotless attendance? You had a sneaking suspicion that the rest of the class behaved in the same manner for much the same reason - though none took it quite as far as you.
The skirts. The extra credit. The bending.
Speaking honestly, you were a teacher’s pet. Through and through.
And the tightness in their pants whenever you left a class told you- they were the best professors. To you, that is.
Which is why you’d been a little less than happy when Professor Higuruma had told you that someone might be joining your weekly tutoring.
Invigilated tutoring?
What the hell was invigilated tutoring?!
You admit that you’d been forced to hold back a groan of disappointment. Picking such late hours had been a conscious decision—right up there with those tight pencil skirts that you knew your law professor loved but would never admit to.
Professor Nanami was more the type to like free, flirty pleats that barely reached your thigh - and you loved the way his eyes would follow them behind those glasses of his. Even though he pretended they didn’t.
And right now you were wearing a mix of both.
Tight on top, flared at the bottom
Seated opposite his desk - thighs shut, skirt pulled down as low as it would go - more concentrated than you’d ever been during one of these tutoring sessions. It’s been about half an hour since the start of today’s tuition. Higuruma’s office was a cosy space, decked out in the most expensive-looking mahogany banisters, and shelves, and a witness box in the far corner.
It gleamed at the light—down knowingly at you, almost as if waiting for you to make a move.
But how could you? If there was a potential visitor, then you didn’t want to risk Higuruma’s job- as much as you loved teasing your two hot professors, it wouldn’t do to get them fired!
So you kept your hands and your skirts to yourself.
And even Higuruma himself had his eyes raised, possibly wondering why you hadn’t leaned over his desk or lingered a touch at his shoulder for help.
But oh, how you wanted to…
The professor looks down at his watch, “He’s late.”
You’re glancing at the closed door, “Maybe the invigilator isn’t coming?”
“Oh, he will.” Higuruma crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. “Trust me, he won’t miss this.”
A shiver runs down your spine.
You wondered what made him so sure.
And yet, you edge closer over the desk to him anyways.
It’s about forty-five minutes into your tutoring session when the door you’ve been sneaking glimpses of this entire time- clicks! And a looming figure walks into the room, his figure nearly taking up the whole frame.
Your jaw drops as you realize—
It’s Professor Nanami.
“Ah- Kento.” Higuruma beckons him over warmly- and you’re nearly suffering from whiplash from watching the two interact. These two are close?! Professor Nanami had been completely normal during your last class, if just a little more distracted than usual - and what was this? “We’ve been waiting.”
He looks at you as he says this.
“I had to penalize a student for missing a few assignments.” Nanami says smoothly, before bringing up a chair beside you and taking his seat. His movements were fluid and precise - as if he wasn’t questioning for a single moment why you were here so late, why you were dressed like that for him, and why you were so damn close.
You’d been staring into his handsome face for so long that he clears his throat. “Continue.”
“S-sir?” You’re chirping- and in your peripheral vision, Higuruma shuffles in his chair.
“Continue.” Nanami repeats in a stern tone. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him sound like that—“Just as you are. I would like to take notes for teaching my own classes.”
“You heard what he said.” Higuruma nods- and now you’re looking his way to see the most knowing smile on his face. “Continue, angel.”
Your thighs squeeze at the pet name.
Nanami quirks a blond brow and notes something down.
And so you’re ducking back into your work—
“Your blouse button is undone.”
Slightly gasping, you’re reaching down to fix it-
“No, don’t button it.” He interrupts you with his low tone, gravelly with something you can’t pinpoint. You’re looking up at Nanami to find his gaze unwavering from you already- “I was merely noting it. Nothing to fix.”
“But-”
“You unbutton it for my class, too, don’t you?” He asks, and you’re unsure what to say-
“Answer when your teacher speaks to you.” Higuruma’s humming tone echoes—and from the sound of it, he was thoroughly enjoying this. He cocks his head down at you, “Or haven’t they taught you that yet?”
“Th-they have.” You’re squirming in your seat, a slight heat simmering in your stomach. You turn to Nanami, “And I do.”
“Hm.” With nothing more said- he writes something else down in his notes.
And you think you’re in the clear.
For now.
It’s barely a few sentences later on your work that Nanami speaks up again-
“Your feet are touching his.”
You pull away-
“You’ve been writing the same sentence over and over.”
Your hand pauses-
“Your thighs are parted more so than before.”
Immediately, you’re smacking them back shut again- you hadn’t even realized. And how the hell had Nanami even seen?
And you could practically hear the smug smile in his voice - so unlike everything you know of him - as he continues. “And your bra is peeking out.”
“Never seen one before?” You mutter underneath your breath, just about to fix your collar (that you’d very purposefully left open)—
Before Nanami’s voice cuts through again. “Never seen one of yours in black before, is what.” Even as you’re looking at him in slight sensual shock- he doesn’t look up from his papers. “What happened to the baby pink you show-off in my class?”
And Higuruma merely leans back and smiles. “Black is my favorite color, remember?”
“How could I forget?” The history professor answers.
“Though I myself am curious about this baby pink of yours…”
And you have nothing else to do but gape- they knew.
Oh, how they both knew by now.
And by the looks in their eyes, they’d been dying for this very moment.
To confront how you’d been toying n’ teasing them all semester through now- enough so that they’ve apparently begun trading secrets about their unruly star student. You knew that Higuruma tended to have his ears grow hot and red any time he bumped into you in the hallway, and that Nanami would loosen his tie as if undressing whenever you wore a particularly scandalous thing to class - but you hadn’t known they’d been pushed…to this extent.
And you were glad for it.
So you sigh—slouching back in your chair. “So you both know. What now then? Do I get written up or something?”
But Nanami only looks at you through his glasses. “Sit up straight.”
He’s never uttered a command like that in his entire life during your usual lectures. And when you don’t move - merely looking at the blond man with raised brows - Higuruma pipes up. “You best listen to him now, angel.”
“Oh please.” Fluttering your lashes at them both. “And what’re you gonna do about it?”
Higuruma looks at Nanami.
Nanami calmly puts his notes down on the other’s table, and looks at you.
“Why-” He pushes his glasses up his handsome nosebridge. “-teach you a lesson, of course.”
“Both of you?” You could feel the elated giggles bubbling up in your throat- and you could feel the space between your legs start to grow wetter already. Looking between both of them—“Do it then.”
And then it’s a blur - you don’t know where Higuruma’s lips end and yours begin. He’s reached over the surface of his desk to kiss you like a starved man- and he groooans into that very kiss like you were the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. Hand on your cheek.
The tips of his canines start nibblin’ on your lower lip- and you’re kissing him back even deeper. “Shit-” Higuruma’s husky tone scorches across your face, “Shit, I’ve been wanting to do this for so fucking long.”
“Mmm, you kiss like husband material.” You’re giggling into the kiss. Both of your hands end up on his shoulders, and you could feel the shifting of his muscles through his slim suit.
“Shit- and you talk like trouble.” He echoes out in an almost pained tone- like every second that his lips were away from yours ached.
And those plump, pursed lips press against yours once more—so much sweeter than you would have expected this booming lawyer to kiss. He’s using the hand on your cheek to tilt down your chin- “May I?” Before the short nod you give lets him slither his tongue in wetly, lappin’ at your sweetest taste. “Shit, you’re really like sugar on my tongue.”
And you’re whining into the fervent kiss, letting it go on for a few more minutes before you’re breaking away with the most lecherous plop! And a thoroughly flushed professor chasing after your lips drunkenly-
“And what about you…” You’re kissing down Higuruma’s sharp jawline, looking at the other man who’d been sitting quietly this entire time. “-sir? Haven’t you wanted to kiss me even once this semester?”
Nanami shivers but he hides it well. Uncrossing his legs and revealing the most rock-hard, aching bulge between his legs—“Kiss? Perhaps.”
And you’re gulping at the sight.
Higuruma scoffs out a slight burst of laughter. “Perhaps.”
“But I’m a gentleman, my love.” Nanami continues, leaning back in that luxurious armchair. He takes off his coat to reveal a pale blue button-up, and beneath that was revealed the most chiselled body you’ve ever seen. He pushes his sleeves up to his elbows and beckons towards you. Manspread. Lap so welcoming. “Which means I’ve thought of far, far worse.”
Higuruma - with a final sloppy kiss plastered across your mouth - lets you walk over to Nanami.
Which you do on wobbly legs- plopping down unceremoniously on his lap. More than enough space there for you. He wastes no time bending you into shape in his strong arms, flipping you around to face the other man, and spreading your legs wiiiiiiide open-
Riiiiiip—!
“Whoops.” Nanami’s thoroughly unapologetic tone gruffs against the shell of your ear. Two of his vein-covered forearms were hooked underneath your elbows, and Nanami looks on boredly at the clean split down your skirt—“I always thought you’d look better without these anyway.”
Before he’s spreading your legs even further across his lap. Tearing it even more.
Exposing you for nothing but your tremblin’ legs and those drenched panties. Pretty black in color.
So lacy that it was practically nothing.
Higuruma’s eyes widen, “Dirty girl.”
Nanami breathes, “No, that’s called being a slut.” And shock runs through your body at his words- at Nanami ‘Gentleman’ Kento’s words. Before it’s suddenly overtaken by the sudden feeling of him smearin’ aside your panties and stuffin’ his fingers inside.
Those thick crowns dooooown to the golden ring on his middle finger.
They were long and thick. Swirling and swirling the tip of his digit right ‘round your clit- and when you’re shuddering and unable to take it any longer—he pulls away and licks off that excess slick with a slurp!
Humming to himself as though it was the greatest delicacy in the world. “One thing you should know about me, darling, is that just because I’m gentleman-” And you’d been so caught up in his ragged tone, you didn’t even realize that he’d snaked his hand back down between your legs. “-doesn’t mean that I’m not depraved.”
And he’s ending off the sentence not with a full stop- no, but with a sudden shove of his fingertips between your folds. So swollen n’ sweet with slick.
You buck and he lurches his hand out to slap you on top of your pussylips.
“Down, darling.”
“Please…” You don’t even know what you’re begging for.
But Nanami’s mouth waters already at the sound of it, and he’s keeping it at bay by pushing n’ pulling on the first ring of muscle at your cunt. “I said down.”
Head throwing back against his collarbone. “Oh.”
Fucking you with just the first inches of his fingers- “It doesn’t mean that m’not desperate.” Continuing as though your eyes weren’t bulging, as though your legs weren’t shaking, as though you weren’t arching off of his muscular chest. “It doesn’t mean that m’not ready to debase this pussy like she deserves.”
“Y-you mean—” You’re hiccuping, eyes starting to water at the sheer raw stretch. It was the type that left your pussy burning in the most delicious way - the feeling of having Nanami Kento’s scourin’ fingertips eager to enter your cunt. “-that whole gentleman thing was just a lie?”
“It’s not.” He responds. Final. His blond strands fall over his forehead as he keeps his eyes locked on your glistening hole, scissoring his fingers at that entrance n’ spreading you even wider. “I’m nice…”
Adding in a third finger before you’re even registering his second.
“-to everyone but this slutty pussy, that is.”
“Sh-shit—” Mewling at the top of your lungs, you’re clawing down Nanami’s strong forearms. They were the perfect thing to hold onto- just about the only thing you could hold onto as he utterly ruined your pussy with short, jerking thrusts.
Bulging the sides of your velvety walls open with his globular tips.
Cold metal ring shocking you.
So thick that he manages to probe into a few of your sensitive spots without even trying. Dragging his flexible fingers across every inch of you.
Scissoring and opening up and scissoring—deep.
Tears track down your cheeks at the sheer stimulation.
“Go easy on her, Kento.” Higuruma can’t help but groan at the sight of your pretty crying face. And soon enough, you’re hearing the metallic clinking of a belt buckle- “Don’t want to break our star student, now, do we?”
Nanami purrs against your temple. “Mmm, I don’t mind.”
“Just remember that she’s tutoring with me.”
The sound of Higuruma’s belt hitting the polished wooden floorboards is enough to make your eyes startle open- and oh, how you’re so glad it did.
Because then you’re greeted with the sight before you: of Higuruma Hiromi in utter ecstasy. All because of you.
He’d taken your seat from prior, chair angled perfectly to face the show taking place in front of him.
Where Nanami had your legs spread aaaaaall the way as far as they would go - until Nanami could hear your joints threatening to pop - and facing the dark-haired man. His dark eyes glinted as they stared down at your glistening hole, swallowing Nanami’s rams easily.
Slurps n’ squelches emanating like music.
Cunt dripping everywhere over the history teacher’s tight trousers. And the larger that puddle you were forming seemed to grow, the harder Nanami’s hammerin’ pace seemed to become.
You could barely keep your eyes open long enough to see Higuruma tug down his black pants- that throbbing erection of his making an appearance. He wraps his hands around his thickened base and starts tugging, soft grunts leaving his mouth at the rapid pull-pull-pull of his cock. “Shit, she’s so fucking wet- be a little nicer with that pussy o’ hers, would you?”
“Hmmm…I don’t think she deserves it.” And with that said, Nanami plants yet another sodden spank on top of your cunt. Ring grazing your front- “She hasn’t learned her lesson yet, has she?”
That stinging sensation zaps throughout your entire body and makes you buck. “I-I have—”
Before yet another thwack! of Nanami’s calloused fingertips follow.
Harder, this time.
“I was talking to this pussy, actually.”
And he doesn’t even wait for the primal sting to pass by before openin’ your cunt up and thrusting his fingers inside again. In and out.
Push after push into your gooey depths.
You’re so sensitive n’ wet by this point that even the slightest movements have you emanating out the loudest sounds. Squelches upon squelches—every time he’s hitting a spot deep inside your hole. “Mhmm…mmmhm.” You could feel Nanami’s head slightly nodding above your own, as if locked deeply in a conversation with your pussy’s sounds. Just one whine of yours and he’s spankin’ on you once more- “Wait your turn, my love. She’s talking t’me.”
And Higuruma- ah, Higuruma has the audacity to snicker at the action. “Now that’s just bullying, Kento.”
“Is it?” He’s slappin’ down on your pussylips once more. Listening for the sound, “She says it isn’t so.”
You’re sending a narrowed glare his way that makes the law professor roll his eyes fondly.
“Oh, alright alright-” And he half-heartedly waves off at his colleague. “Be a little nicer to my dear student, won’t you?”
“Spoiled brat.” Yet another spank. Nanami sinks his canines into the shell of your ear, and he’s tuggin’ and teasing—he’s spreading his legs even further and settling you down. With your back against his rippling chest, he pushes and pushes his greedy fingers inside your pussy. “And why do you think you- hah, deserve that, huh? Haven’t you been fucking torturing us all semester long now?”
Higuruma groans. “Can’t deny that, angel.” His hands fly even faster up and down his cock- ravaged and reddened with need.
“Mhmmmm.” The blond-haired man agrees, “Haven’t you been wearing those slutty skirts expecting to get fucked in them? Haven’t you- fuck, haven’t you been wearing that damn lingerie hoping we’d take a peak? Aren’t I right?”
He waits for your pussy to answer first- and then you’re answering. “I-I mean-” Attempting to.
“Haven’t you been bendin’ over and shit just because you wanted to show up in our wildest dreams? To consume our thoughts and make our cocks twitch?”
“Well-”
“And we did.” Higuruma pipes up next. He was so needy that he was practically bucking off of his chair, making it creak with movement. Short, jerky thrusts.
“Oh, yes we did.” Nanami continues. He leans down to your ear, as if exposing a secret- “I’d look forward to our classes everyday, my love. I’d have to fuck my fist raw before class- just so I wouldn’t fuck you senseless in front of everyone like how you were begging me to.”
Higuruma moans as he thumbs down the line of his flared tip - that pinkish, slippery line. He twitches as though he’s near to cumming already. “Me- me, too…”
“And you still expect me to be a gentleman?”
You’re restless, opening your mouth to defend yourself and—
Nanami only leans down and spits a glittery wad of spit between your pursed lips. “Don’t talk when the teacher’s talking, darling.”
And your ears pop with pressure-
He’s hittin’ the plushness of his palm against your pussy with a loud smack! Smearing the curves n’ divots of his fingers dooooooown and up your walls, down and up.
His crown fingertips reach for your deepest innards- and you swear you can feel him stroking your very cervix. Runnin’ his frigid ring across your walls.
Drawing a few lines and marking his placement right back there, before he tunnels his digits at a frenzied pace - fingers almost nothing but a pale blur between your legs. His speed is so feverish that it leaves your sheen tricklin’ all down your thighs.
Trickling and trickling and—
And then you feel Nanami hook his fingers against your g-spot.
The pleasure shoots up your body like a lightning strike, “O-oh my god—right there, Kento.”
“Kento? Who’s Kento?” Nanami doesn’t even falter his fingering to answer, cooing in that tone that you’d almost mistake for something sweet. “I think you meant sir-”
“S—fuck.”
“Say it.” He huffs against the side of your face. Teeth almost out for blood- “Say it. Call me ‘sir’ or you don’t get to cum.”
“I—”
“Say it.” Higuruma, to your surprise, echoes from his seat. Where he had his gaze burning into your spread-open pussy n’ his mouth drooling at the vision of you—“Say it, angel. I need to see that pretty pussy cum.” Hands rubbing faster and faster-
“She deserves to cum, mhm.” Nanami nods. “But do you, huh?”
“I-I do.” You’re nodding up at your desperate professors. One just barely in your line of vision- but his fingers were working up such a storm. His slightly-tanned arms pinning you down, working your pussy open, hitting that target of your g-spot like a cute button. Again and again—
Blond hair ruffled. Glasses slipping down his sweaty nosebridge.
And then the other one that was just creamin’ his precum down his hands. With his hands on his swollen erection - one of them creating a tunnel for him to fuck his fist, the other flattening over his dribblin’ divot to stop from cumming already.
Sleepy eyes half-lidded. His pale thighs shivering as they bucked n’ rutted.
And the vision itself is enough to make you cum- but then again it just felt so good on Nanami’s hands, and underneath Higuruma’s gaze. So you can’t help but let your lips wobble open—“P-please let me cum-” Stars bursting behind your vision once Nanami presses down on your clit as well. “-sirs.”
The two older men look at each other.
“Sirs?” Higuruma asks, voice breathless with ecstasy.
“She just begged for both of us.” Nanami grumbles out - though not quite unhappily. It made his cock twitch deep in his pants to have you whimperin’ like this, and he continues. “Alright then, you slutty pussy.”
And it takes only a few more strokes - a few more direct thrashes along your g-spot - for you to hurtle straight into your high.
It’s so strong that you’re seeing white behind your eyelids—and your mouth blabbers out an unintelligible combination of both professors’ names. Toes curling. Sweat beading down your temple.
Nanami holds you down as you’re thrown through wave upon wave of your orgasm, your hips bucking up and down desperately. Riding throughout your bliss- and if that wasn’t already enough, he counts underneath his breath to measure how long it takes between your peaks of euphoria. Before hittin’ away at your g-spot just in time with each one.
The sensations that take you over are just incredible.
And your head falls back limply against Nanami’s shoulder.
Shivering. Almost as if you were in heat- and your pretty pussy gushes out honeyed slick as though to give credit to that statement.
Lavishing Nanami’s open thighs with all your sap—Higuruma eyes the mess and gulps. “Kento, give me a taste of that.”
Nanami scoffs. “In due time.”
“Kento, I need her pussy on my face now.”
Slowly but surely, you’re fluttering your eyes open at the feeling of being shuffled around - only seeing the beautiful, brown eyes of Higuruma Hiromi staring down at you. When did he get so close?
“Hiromi?” You’re blubbering out stupidly, still suffering from the aftershocks of your previous high. Those zapping bursts of electricity made your thighs twitch sensitively- “I mean- sir?”
Higuruma shivers, “You trained her well, Kento.”
“Mhmmm—” Nanami noses down the column of your throat proudly.
“Maybe now it’s time for a reward then, huh?”
You’re perking up. “Yes, please.”
Nanami snickers. “You spoil her.”
And in almost no time, you’re finding yourself handed off to the law professor - Nanami stands up and gets off of the armchair. While Higuruma takes his place-
At least, that’s what you think is going to happen.
But what ends up happening instead is that Higuruma seats you down on the chair, letting your barely-clothed pussy rub up against the cushion. Something in his eyes gleams at the way you’re squirming, and he speaks to you in a gentle tone. “Can you turn around and hold the headrest f’me, angel? Be a good girl f’me?”
“A-alright?” Confused, you’re just doing what he says. He meant that you had to turn and climb your knees onto the seat, ass turned towards the professors, back slightly arched.
“Mmm, good.” Higuruma admires the view. “Arch that back just a little more f’me now, alright?”
“Like this?”
And still not sure what he was about to do, you can only follow his commands. It almost feels like a doggy position- and you hold onto the wooden headrest for dear life.
“Mhmmm.”
And Nanami’s the first to mutter to himself, “Don’t tell me you’re…” He takes in the sight of you - with your front resting against the backrest of the chair. You have your spine bent, your ass cheeks displayed for them, your cunt not quite on the seat—“Hiromi, you dirty dog.”
“Couldn’t help myself.” Steadily, Higuruma’s kneeling on the floor.
There’s no warning before he then shoves his face nose-deep into your cunt- straight from behind.
Higuruma grabs onto either side of your ass cheeks, his prominent nose curvin’ up the slit of your pussy. He’s using his grip on you to draaaag you further down onto his face—“Mhmmm—spread those legs.”
He’s muttering.
He’s spitting- stern lips pursing and letting out a rivulet of saliva.
It strikes vertically down your cunt before Higuruma’s running his fat tongue over it. Smearing around the mess he’s made- but most importantly, smearing around the mess that you’ve made.
You’re whining as Higuruma’s textured tastebuds seem to take over your pussy. All the way from the plumpness of your folds, and then dipping between them to tease your hole- you’re still so sensitive from the massage that Nanami’s fingers had simmered into you. And you’re trembling your thighs further open, “P-please- fuck-”
“I’m a lawyer so I’m really good with my tongue, y’know?” Higuruma pants out, scorching hot against your needy pussy. “But that means my fees are high, too-”
“A-and what are your fees?” You’re sobbing out.
“Mmmm…” He takes the time to think—and by that, you mean that he rovers his mouth over where your clit was throb-throb-throbbing. The law professor takes his sweet time spreadin’ open your pussylips with his tongue, before letting his tongue flop out n’ draaaaaag down your clit-
And his next words are so lecherously muffled. “Ride my nose raw, sugar.”
You gasp.
In the background, you can hear a gruff bout of laughter that notably doesn’t belong to Higuruma.
You grip onto the headrest of the chair harder than ever- because in a split-second, Higuruma’s thumbin’ your folds open and stuffing your hole all full of his tongue.
So loooong and slick- curving right against the roof of your pussy. It makes you jolt to feel his honed, flexible tip zig-zagging its way down your channel—mazing and mazing inside that it’s as though his wet muscle was never-ending.
Higuruma Hiromi was damn ravenous.
He feels your knees start to slip away from him- and he claws his fingers deep into the globes of your ass cheeks to pull you back. Uncaring if you’re whining for mercy- “A-aren’t you supposed to be the nice one, sir?”
“Spoiled.” Nanami’s voice echoes from the distance.
“Mmm- keep calling me that, yeah?” Groans wrenching from the back of his throat at the mere sound of that title being said in your pretty voice. How nice it was to make you beg. “And no—”
“No?”
“I am being nice by letting you ride my nose, aren’t I?” His head jerks just a little upwards to look at you- and Higuruma can just barely make out the shock on your face. “I know how much you’ve wanted to ride it-”
“Hiromi-”
“Ever since ya fuckin’ met me, huh?” His rough tone vibrates through every vessel of your body- pushed even further by the constant swabbin’ he was doing inside. Swab after swab. “Ever since ya first saw me- don’t think I didn’t see how you stared at me.”
You’re clawing further up the headrest. “B-but how did you know-”
“Oh, angel…” Higuruma almost chuckles. Something dark and depraved- “If I was wrong then you wouldn’t be so fucking wet- I can barely breathe.”
Both of his roughened palms plaster around your thighs. Draaaagging you bodily - as though you were nothing against him - to glue your pussylips to his own lips.
He makes out with your pussy like a man parched.
“And I don’t need to.”
Your vision blurs with pleasure as Higuruma spreads your folds perfectly apart- and starts rammin’ his tongue into you wildly. Thick and thirsty for the taste of your sweet, sweet juices—any time that even a mere droplet of your sap starts to drip down your thighs- you can best believe that Higuruma was whipping his head down to slurp it up. “Harder.”
“I-I am-”
“Faster.”
“Fuck-”
“Raw, I said raw.”
Practically addicted to it.
He’s pussydrunk in with just a few sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. And you yourself can feel your pupils start to circle inside the whites of your eyes.
Spreading yourself even further on the chair to meet his utterly ravenous mouth-
“Didn’t forget about me now, did you?”
Nanami Kento sounds the closest he’s been since he had you on his fingers- which could feel like minutes, hours, days ago by now. It takes you significant effort to blink away the clingy film of tears on your eyes, and you’re opening them to find that he was actually…standing right in front of you.
Nanami had rounded the side of the armchair - and if you looked up, there his handsome face was. So now you have your law professor at your behind, and your history professor’s crotch in front of your face. His pants much too tight.
His cock thick and throbbing underneath there.
Clasping onto the headrest of the chair, if you raised your head juuuuust a little then you’d be able to mouth over the twitching erection he hid underneath there. “K-Kento?”
Nanami looks down at you through his gold-rimmed glasses. Grinning at your teary expression, “Only a few minutes with your nice teacher n’ you’ve already forgotten your manners, my love?” His hand falls to his formal pants, “Guess we have to go back to lesson one.”
“O-oh…”
Nanami had already unbuckled his belt and lets it drop to the floor—clink! Followed right along with the popping of his buttons, it doesn’t take too long before you’re face-to-face with his rock-hard bulge. Achingly hard. Almost painfully hard.
Barely held together by his boxers, he seeps out such volumes of precum that it creates a dark patch on the silken fabric. It glistens just a bit under the dim lighting of the office- something that makes you gulp.
And something that makes Higuruma nudge his tongue even deeper inside of you- shit, you could feel yourself growing more aroused. And he could taste it.
“Did you know she gets sweeter n’ sweeter the wetter she gets?” Higuruma slurs from in-between your legs, latching onto your clit with a loud squelch! “And you won’t believe it…but right now she tastes like the tastiest strawberry candy- heh.”
“Is that so?” Nanami’s nose crinkles as he looks down at you. He’s admiring that drunken expression on your face for a little bit, before reaching his right hand down and clasping at the back of your head. “Filthy girl.”
You shiver. “C-can’t help it-”
“Ah ah—not another word out of you.” The blond-haired man continues. His grip tightens- “I expect you not to speak when your professor is speaking-”
Cocking his head just a little, Nanami takes a glance at the famished way that Higuruma was kissin’ between your legs. Gasping. Gulping.
He had his mouth gaped wide open and was dragging it across every inch of your pussy that he could reach- sticking that long tongue of his between your pussylips. You’re almost sandwiching his tastebuds for a bit before he manages to flicker his tastebuds inside again—then in and out, in and out, in and out.
Faster than before.
Reeling back out to slap! your pussy with the flat surface of his tongue.
Then probin’ back in again.
Higuruma’s just being so loud-
“-and when this pussy is speaking.” The rest of the history professor’s sentence makes you gasp - brain so muddled that you’d almost forgotten what he was saying. Almost forgotten that he has a firm grip on your sweaty scalp—one that he’d now turned into two hands upon your sweaty scalp.
Tugging your head forwards as if you were nothing but a ragdoll to smush your face against his boiling hot erection.
Your jaw falls open and soon enough, you’re salivating all over his clothed cock.
Tongue lavishing across the cotton of his boxers- feeling every ridge n’ vein along his shaft.
He groans at the feeling of your heated mouth, and his fingers dig into your scalp even deeper. Tugging. Needing. One set of your fingers reach upwards to fumble its hem, and you take Nanami’s round, reddened tip into his mouth.
Moaning at the large size of him.
Moaning at the salty taste that floods your mouth-
“Hey now…” Higuruma’s choked-up tone echoes from behind. You’re feeling his tender fingers start to pull your hips back onto his face, “-don’t steal my star student away.”
“Have you forgotten that she’s my star student, too?”
“Her pussy’s on my mouth right now- so who’s in charge?”
“Well, let’s ask how she feels about it…” Nanami’s voice trails off—and only too late are you realizing that he isn’t talking about your pussy this time. He’s talking about you- waiting for your answer.
And you’re attempting to muffle out something, letting the globular edge of his cock swirl around your mouth a few times. Around and around. Just the crown of his mushroom tip prods into your every orifice inside- you’re opening your mouth to answer when Nanami jerks his hips forwards.
Fucking his cock deeeeep into your maw.
And with it, whatever words were in your throat, too.
“I dunno about that-” Nanami hums down at the chokes n’ strangled gasps you’re letting out, just the barest noises of whatever was able to filter past his swollen shaft. “-but it sounded like a ‘you, sir’ to me.”
“Didn’t know you were that depraved.” Higuruma spits out. Dark eyes narrowed as he’s grinding you back to him n’ lapping away at your oversensitive pussylips.
“I’m a gentleman, what can I say?” The other professor responds.
As the slurps n’ sucking continues, Nanami looks at you through half-lidded eyes. He admires the way your mouth leaves a glittering glaze of spit from the tip of his cock and doooown to about halfway down his shaft—so cute how you couldn’t fit it all. “And as Head of your pussy-” Fuck, when did he even assign himself that? Is he pussydrunk already? “-I say you can’t cum until you’re fitting my cock aaaaaall the way…”
The history professor’s left hand lifts off of your scalp. Then dragging down the front of your throat - down, down, down.
“-here.”
He points to a spot way past the back of your throat.
He fucks your mouth like he’s agonized every second he isn’t reaching for it.
Higuruma growls.
And thereafter it’s almost like a tug-of-war - on one end you’re being hauled forwards by Nanami’s grip on the back of your head. His hands strong and unwavering, no matter much you’re gasping for air- fuck, the ever-gentlemanly Nanami Kento was gone for the feeling of your mouth tightening around his hot cock.
Rutting those toned hips up into your velvety cavern like an animal-
“Just a little more.” That left hand of his wraps around your throat now, his thumb markin’ at the spots where he can feel his rounded tip probing inside. “Just a liiiiittle more now- about four inches? Heh.”
“Mmm—” Your eyes go wide in surprise.
And Nanami responds by pushing his hips even further, nearing the tip of your nose to those curls of blond at his base. “C’mon, c’mon.”
And on the other end, Higuruma had his nails digging into the flesh of your thighs. Into the flesh of your ass. His tongue fishing around your insides before he pulls out and starts nibblin’ on your damn clit—
He’s thirsty. Depraved.
“Noooo, angel.” He’s gluing his chin to the front of your pussylips. Head moving back and forth, back and forth, back and forth as the law professor lashes his tongue across. “Come back to me-”
“Mmm—” You’re being pulled off of Nanami Kento’s reddened, dribblin’ cock with a plop! Just from the sheer pressure of Higuruma manhandling your body from the other side - dragging you all down his handsome face. “Fuh-fuck-!”
“Where’d you think you’re going?” Only for Nanami to barely let you breathe for a split-second before he’s pulling your mouth down his shaft again.
Shovelling a gooooood few inches of his vein-covered cock inside- he marks that spot out on your throat. Even deeper than the last time you had him- “Mmm, not bad. Just a few inches- mmm, more.”
“Ride my nose.” Higuruma begs from the other end. Breath breezing down your gooey core, it makes your thighs shiver- “Ride my nose, I don’t care. Ride my nose, ride my nose—”
And you’re just so overstimulated from all ends.
From the draaagging of Nanami’s thumb down the front of your neck, from the sensual touch of Higuruma’s nose being sandwiched between your pussylips, from the pleasure of them both playing with your body. It’s as if you’re their favorite toy to taste, to fuck - to worship because of the way they were being driven to absolute madness by those carnal sensations.
You can only jolt your body back and forth.
Down Nanami’s cock. Up Higuruma’s ready face.
Riding his nose just like you wanted- “S-so—” Somehow barely managing to gurgle out past the pulsating tip of his cock, “So close-”
“Close?” Higuruma perks up. “Fuh-fuck- I have you, angel.”
“Remember- no cumming until you take it here.” Nanami presses his thumb somewhere near where your voicebox was bulging with the intrusion of his inches. “You’re not there yet, darling…”
“But-”
“Please let her cum.” But to your surprise, it’s your law professor who is pleading your face.
Nanami raises a blond brow, “Oh?”
“Let her-” He slurps away on your swollen nub- sensitive and throbbing. He’s hollowing his cheeks out to get that suctioning sensation, already making your knees feel weak with pleasure. “Need her to- fuck, want her to cum on my tongue. Let her cum already.”
Nanami thrusts even deeper, “Hmm…I dunno.”
“I’m the one asking you.” Higuruma grumbles. “Let her cum-”
“Mmmpf- please.” And your brows furrow as the pit of bliss in your stomach grows stronger.
“Let her-” The law professor continues, “I’m begging you- fuck, she’s becoming so sweet. Let her cum-”
Pale brows furrowing. Sweat lines down his temple- “I don’t…just fit-” And he’s scrapin’ his bulbous tip down the roof of your cunt—all the way along to the back of your throat and targeting even further. “If she takes it until-”
Higuruma’s nose helping your grinds and bounces. “Just let her cum-”
“If she takes it-”
“Fucking let her-”
“G-gonna—” It’s the last thing you’re managing to get out before a sudden slam! of Nanami’s hips shut you up- and before you know it, you’re feeling the carnal scratch of his pubic hair. The feeling of his tawny curls at your skin, the intrusion of his throbbing shaft all the way down your throat.
And his thumb tapping where he’d marked a treasure spot - a spot he was supposed to meet. Nanami doesn’t have to say a single thing for Higuruma to bite his sharp canines down on your clit.
And before you know it, you’re bursting into your nth high of the night.
Not just your second, but your third, perhaps even your fourth.
Stars burst behind your eyelids, and your moans are nothing but soft crackles at the back of your throat. Higuruma draaaaags you all throughout those waves of bliss, elongating them with the thorough lavishing of his tongue.
Probin’ into every sweet spot.
Inside and out.
He digs his fingers into your thighs, now accomplishing his dream of having you ride his nose. Because you’re being made to arch your back n’ bounce your hips lecherously up and across.
Hittin’ those best angles- the peaks of your high absolutely burst through you.
And Nanami? Your history professor was enjoying the view - cocking his head to the side and smiling as you shatter on Higuruma’s face. He watches about half your orgasm bate, before starting to fuck his swollen cock back in and out of you. Thrusting.
“Now now—” Nanami murmurs. “You should be thankful my rubric’s so generous this time.”
You can only look up at him with your teary eyes.
That sight is enough for him to bite down on his lower lip n’ stop himself from cumming. No, he had something more important in his mind…
“Thirty seconds to finish up.” He says meanly. “Before I either drag your pussy off of his face or you have to drag yourself off, m’kay?”
“Tch- stingy.” Higuruma keeps lappin’ at you even after your high has passed.
And once that thirty seconds of more bliss have passed - just like Nanami said - he grips both hands ‘round the back of your scalp and wrenches you off of his cock. Off of Higuruma’s mouth. He’s bending down to spit straight between your lips—
“Now, I’m gonna be nice this one time because you took all of me. Understood?” The history professor states, so firm. “Nod if you understand, my love.”
You nod.
“Good.” He then kisses your lips- tasting you, tasting himself. “Now…do you want it from the back or face-to-face? Because m’fucking you filthy either way.”
“From- from the back.” You pant out.
And Nanami gives a single, stern nod before he lets you go. “Brace yourself.”
You’re collapsing back into the chair—sitting your ass down on it this time. Before the law professor suddenly has you in his arms - he supports you in getting off of the armchair and standing up. Now in the middle of his office, you’re stumbling onto your wobbly feet.
Your arms loop around Higuruma’s neck. “Hiromi…”
“Mmm, I love it when you call me that.” Higuruma kisses you.
“How unruly.” Both of you snap your heads at the sound of buttons popping- only to find that Nanami was taking off his button-up. And you were right- fuck, you were so right. He was so thoroughly chiselled underneath, almost Herculean in nature.
With the most naturally defined ridges n’ curves of his muscles—his firm pectorals, his washboard abs, his meaty thighs that make an appearance.
Nanami sheds of all his clothes before he stares down the two of you- “Addressing your professor by name? Clearly going against objectives to get ready? Making me jealous? What an undisciplined class, no need to be standing around.” He looks at you, “I’ll be fucking you until you can’t stand, anyway.”
A shiver runs down your spine—“Oh.”
“Now, darling.”
Higuruma lets you waddle away to Nanami- who merely swivels you around and bends you over the edge of his colleague’s desk. Papers and ink flying everywhere across the office as he does.
Folding you forwards until your head hits the table. Kneeing your legs apart.
It’s hitting you like a truck - your history professor is about to fuck you against your law professor’s desk.
“Stay still.” He gravels in your ear.
Nanami’s barely letting you take a breath before rubbin’ his bulbous tip down your dripping wet slit from behind. Hand gripping his thick hilt—up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Getting his inches coated in a glaze of your sap, Nanami hums at the feeling of you attempting to contract around him.
“This naughty girl’s reeeeal needy for me, huh?” Scorching breath heating up your skin, he kisses down your arched spine. “She says she can take all of me- can you?”
“Y-yes—” You’re sobbing into the polished mahogany. Bucking your hips up, “I want it, sir.”
You’re jolting as his puckered, pinkish tip smooches at your wet entrance- he’s just so thick that he can plug your hole up easily. Nanami’s tip throbs against your hole, and he reaches a right hand down to feel your pretty stomach - to feel where he’s going to be hittin’ with his hungry cock.
He breathes out airily—“You want it?”
“Yes-”
“Say please.”
“Please-”
“Hmmm?”
“Please, sir.”
Nanami lurches his hips back, back, backwards- “As you wish then, teacher’s pet.”
And then you’re being stuffed with an inch or two of him.
And by stuffed—you were seriously stuffed.
Thick and thorough. Almost too big to even fit in - Nanami fills out the orifice of your cunt without even trying. His ruby-red tip just manages to squeeze between your pussylips, before the first ring of muscle at your entrance makes him falter.
And he’s gritting his teeth at the sheer tightness, voice coming out as nothing but a hiss. “Fuck- didn’t you say that you can take it?” He’s pressing his left hand down at the base of your spine, leaning his weight in to keep you still. “Come back, my love- class isn’t over yet.”
You hadn’t even realized you’d been clawing at the desk until now. “S-sir—”
Just that is enough to make Nanami’s ravaged tip twitch inside of you- spurting out a few more dollops of pre. “Yes, darling?”
“I d-don’t—” Fuck- you swear you could feel him grow even harder inside of you at the sight of your teary expression. Staring at your history professor over your shoulder, “I don’t know if it even can fit.”
“Awww, my poor baby.” And you should know better than to let Nanami Kento hush your cries, you should know better than to let him lull you.
But you can’t help but get pulled into his big, strong arms anyway.
“My poor, poor baby.” And from one corner of the room, you could hear Higuruma’s distant laugh. Although you don’t have the time to wonder what it means, because Nanami’s continuing- “None of those boys ever taught you how to take a real cock, hm?”
And you can only nod.
“None of those boys have ever fucked you right, hm?”
Nodding once more.
“Don’t you worry, darling. If you can’t take this one…”
He presses a chaste peck against your hairline. Letting his soft breath waft over the crown of your head, and his chest ripple with his words, soft.
“-m’gonna make it fit.”
And that’s the last thing you’re hearing before Nanami’s rammin’ his swollen, aching cock into you like an animal- his furious cockhead burrowing in deep.
He manages to shovel just a few more inches inside, before the snugness of your channel acts up once more. Leaving him barely even able to reel his hips backwards—just that much of a tight fit that’s making his eyes roll to the back of his skull.
He shakes.
His groan cracks at the back of his throat. “O-oh.” Both of Nanami’s hands fly to the sides of your hips, and his fingers fucking shake where he holds you. “Oh, yeah.”
“Shit-” You’re flinching at the scalding sensation of his breath. Gusting.
And even that mere shiver- Nanami catches onto it. And it’s only making him clasp your body even tighter, pulling you into him—“You’re really not getting away until we make it fit, my love. Good luck.”
No matter how much his ravenous hips are rutting n’ bucking and trying oh-so-desperately to hammer even more of his inches inside- he can only fuck you in short, needy half-thrusts. The rest of him left to throb wildly behind you, he keeps on stretching and stretching your insides just to fit inside.
Each one of his bucks so desperate. So greedy.
The pointed tip of Nanami’s cockhead prods away at your innards as though he’s trying to claim every single ounce of space inside you-
“Have you forgotten that this is a joint class, Kento?”
Higuruma’s voice is enough to send pulses of adrenaline flowing through your body - and you’re just managing to look around Nanami’s toned frame. The law professor stands behind the two of you with his arms crossed, clothes mostly on except for his trousers being tugged down.
He held his blushin’ cock in one hand, pumping furiously at the sight of his star student.
Nanami himself sighs—though he doesn’t stop his sloppy scouring of your innards for a single second. He looks straight at the other man as he asks- “Oh yes…would you like her now or after me, Hiromi?”
“Now.” Higuruma narrows his heady eyes at the two of you. And the blond-haired man slightly growls at his answer, seemingly grappling with the thought of leaving your pretty pussy right about now- “But don’t pull out.”
You feel like you’re experiencing whiplash. “What?”
Nanami only raises a sharp brow.
And Higuruma himself can’t help but crack a sleazy smirk-
Before you know it, he’s rounding the two of you. Coat off. White button-up flapping open.
He tugs on the smooth, black tie that was hanging haphazardly from his neck- and gestures something indiscernible at the other man.
Though, clearly both professors understood.
Because one second you’re slouched on top of Higuruma’s desk, droolin’ stupidly over some important documents as Nanami Kento pounds you into oblivion - and in the next second, he’s lifting you off of it.
Cleanly off the desk.
One hand wrapped around your waist, the other putting you in a headlock.
He pulls you up as though you’re nothing- and you’re ogling the way his biceps bulge around your throat. Feeling the cushy firmness of his strength—“W-what are you-”
“D’you know what a standing full nelson is?” Higuruma asks. And for a second you think he’s asking you - maybe this was some strange sort of quiz - but then Nanami nods.
“Thought that only happens in fiction? Don’t tell me you’re a secret freak, Hiromi?” He scoffs, though he pulls out either way.
“And look who’s talking…” Then Higuruma looks at you and taps his shoulders. “Hold on, angel, he’s going to lift you.”
“Shit…”
As expected, you’re holding onto Higuruma’s broad shoulders for leverage- whilst Nanami bends and loops his hands around your legs. His strong forearms where your knees were.
Scooping you up into his arms.
Holding them up.
Holding you up.
Hoverin’ well over six feet in the air.
Yelping, you’re digging your nails into the law professor’s shoulders - but if it hurt, then he doesn’t’ react to the pain. Honestly, you don’t even think he could feel it right now—because Higuruma was holding out his tie.
Measuring it against your face-
Tying it around your face like a blindfold.
He knots it at the back of your head, and suddenly the room is curtained in nothing but pure black. You could only hear the gruffness of both men’s chuckles, and Higuruma asking. “Everything alright, angel?”
“Of course, it is.” Nanami mutters- almost to himself. Though he does stretch your legs a little wider, presumably to show to the other man—“Look how fucking drenched she is.”
“Good girl.”
“Naughty, you mean.”
“I must beg to differ.”
And you’re arching against Nanami’s toned front, the plushness of his abs digging against your back. It was the most sensual massage you’ve felt in your entire life- “Please- ngh, what’s with the blindfold?”
“Oh, that…” Higuruma starts. “Guess.”
“What?”
“Guess.”
Brains wracking- “You aren’t going to leave me hanging, are you?”
“No.”
“Is this a roleplay?”
“No.”
“A kink thing?”
“Well…”
“A BDSM thing?”
“Guess.”
You’re feeling helplessness wash over you—“B-but, I already did-”
“No, my love.” Nanami’s the one to speak up this time. He leans down so that he’s pressing an innocent kiss to the edge of your hairline, “We’re going to make this slutty pussy guess which one of us she’s being fucked by.”
Your jaw drops.
And your cunt grows even wetter.
An occasion that the two professors are watching with awe-
Higuruma in particular finds himself breathing out—“And your time starts…now.”
And then you’re hearing the shuffling of his trousers- right before a sudden proddin’ intrusion starts up at your entrance. It was hot and throbbing—so needy that your teeth are set on edge by the sheer volume of precum that he was emptying out.
You’re feeling his thick tip start to eeeease in- squeezing in past the tightness of your channel for a bit before pulling back and fucking you ruthlessly in semi-thrusts.
“H-Hiromi?” You guess. Surely, with him being the one that was removing his trousers it must be…
“Wrong.” Nanami grins.
And then you’re feeling his cock give you a few vicious pumps before he’s pulling away - leaving you all empty and yearning for more. Your glistening hole clenches a few times around nothing, before a sudden globular tip starts kissin’ your entrance once more.
You’re bucking back in Nanami’s arms in an attempt to figure out just who it might be- but the history professor holds onto you firmly. Not a single inch.
Not a single inch less.
Whoever was fucking you takes no more time before swabbin’ his swollen erection inside once more- biting back a groooan at the feeling of your tightening walls.
It’s the same short, jerky thrusts from before just to fit in.
“Sir?” You’re gasping out. But surely, it can’t be twice in a row…“No wait- is it Hiromi this time?”
The cadence of his hips stops abruptly. “Can’t get enough of the law, can you?”
Nanami.
And you don’t know whether it’s the fact that you’re just feeling your brain melt at the sheer stimulation between your legs, you don’t know whether it’s the fact that both handsome men had you sandwiched between their muscular bodies—it was just driving you wild. Making you stupid.
A line of drool slicks down the side of your mouth, and Nanami doesn’t hesitate before leaning in and lickin’ it off. “I should punish you for this.”
“I-I—oh, fuck.” Whatever words were on the tip of your tongue get swallowed up by the feeling of yet another round, ruddied cockhead pushing inwards. Pulsing. Prying apart your walls. And you’re noticing that this one is slightly slimmer than the last, more pointed, more honed, more of its curvaceous tip that tilts to the left.
It makes you shiver at the feeling of his bawling divot dragging across your walls so perfectly. “Is this- sir-”
“Try again, angel.”
It was a struggle to piece your thoughts together, and Higuruma’s voice is the only thing that makes you realize-
“Hiromi.”
“Mhmmm—” Before you know it, the other man has one hand dipping between your jittery legs. His fingers easily locate your clit to tug n’ pry like the cutest gummy - how sweet. And he’s timing it to the constant probes of his looooong, smooth cock. “Good girl. A++ for that.”
“You’re quite the generous grader.” Nanami scoffs. “I would have given that a B.”
“What can I say? I do have a soft spot for her…” Higuruma’s cock was slightly lengthier than Nanami’s, you’re noticing - though not quite as thick. And with less veins that didn’t massage your inner orifices as much, but made it soooo much easier for him to slip even deeper.
Especially with this position, he manages to probe his cockhead further past where Nanami’s thicker one was able to fit.
Reaching almost for your throat with his blushing, frenzied tip- Higuruma gives a final roll over your clit before he’s pulling out. Letting a few ribbons of sap gush down your legs after him-
Ones that are being fucked right back up with a second length.
Thicker. Harder.
Throbbing so much that you swear you can count them all the way at the top of your head- Nanami’s shaft was next. And he’s lavishing your entrance with so much attention—draaaaagging his vein-decorated shaft in and out. In and out. In and out.
“S-so?” He rasps out from behind. Higuruma’s cockhead had mazed open your insides just a bit more, and Nanami struggles not to let his voice tremble. “Which one of us, darling?”
“Y-you—”
That earns you a bite on the shell of your ear. “No.”
Before he’s pulling back out.
And your breath catches- “Wait- I meant sir. It’s you, sir—”
“Too late for that now.”
“Awww, come now.” Higuruma coos as well. “How are we supposed to make an example out of our star student if she just keeps makin’ mistakes?”
“I think she’s gettin’ lazy now, huh?” The other man responds. And now both of their ruddied cockheads were droolin’ all over your entrance- mixing with the sweetened syrup that was already dripping out of you and creating such a mess. “Maybe she doesn’t deserve our cocks at all?”
“Don’t say that—” You could feel your law professor’s eyes turn to you. “You deserve it- hah, don’t you, angel?”
Shivering at the feeling of both cocks sandwiching between your pussylips. Now that they’d both pulled out- it’s as if they were fighting over who can be next. Rubbin’ and teasing. “I do—” Your voice cracks on that last note, “P-please, I do-”
“I’m still not convinced.”
Higuruma continues, “Promise us you’ll be a good girl? That you’ll listen to what your professors have to say?”
“I will I will-”
“Promise us that no more of that teasin’ stuff in class?” His prominent nose slides down the column of your throat, breathing in your essence. “None of that bending over?”
“Yes—” But you could already hear the question in your throat - and it seems that they could, too.
And it makes Nanami gruffs out. “Because - forgive us - but you do realize that it’s not just us seeing your little…display, darling?” He spreads open your legs even wider, and Higuruma’s ministrations grow even more frenzied on your clit. Squeezing. Pinching. Flicking.
And you’re restless- “Wh-what do you mean?”
“I mean to say that there are others more…undeserving that see those legs of yours, those panties, those tits.” There’s a sharp edge to his words—“Those boys in class can’t take their eyes off of you.”
“We can’t either, of course.” Higuruma responds. Squeezing his cock inside- “But at least that little performance of yours is meant for us, right?”
“Don’t like the way they look at you.” Nanami’s also squeezing his cock inside now - both of them bullying your hole at once. Creating a stretch that makes your vision go white- so much carnal stimulation that your entire body wracks with shakes. “Don’t like the way they turn to look. Don’t like the way they have to mysteriously…disappear into the bathrooms any time you do your little show.”
“Given…we do the same.” The law professor continues—“Because fuck- how fuckin’ pretty you look all dressed up in silk. Makes it hard not to cream my pants everytime I see you- but none of those boys have the balls to back that admiration up.”
Giving you a thorough slam—both of them.
Higuruma’s the one to continue, “But we do.”
“Because I rub my cock raw to you, my love.” Nanami ends off, holding you close to him. “N’ none of those boys could ever fuck you like we do.”
“Yes, p-please—” And you’re pushed between both of their sculptured fronts. Unable to see them- but you could feel the ridges and curves of their muscles, the way they were both leaning in as though they couldn’t get enough of you. “I only want…ngh.”
One of your arms wrap around Higuruma’s neck, and the other reaches behind you to attempt to clasp onto Nanami’s.
“Just want the two of you…”
“Hmmm…” Nanami’s cock twitches at your gooey entrance- “A+”
And then they’re alternating between fucking you—
“Hiromi.” You’re gasping at the intrusion of his smoothened tip, the velvety texture of him reaching for so many spots inside you but most importantly- that g-spot.
And then he’s pulling back out.
“Sir- fuck, Professor Kento.” Nanami swabs his thickened tip inside and hits that precise spot. Although he decides to take it a few steps further this time and dig his rounded tip into the very back of your pussy, bottoming-out. “Shit shit shit—”
Thrust after thrust.
Pulling out. Shovelling back in.
Making you guess just which one of your two older professors were takin’ over your pussy right now- it made your head dizzy just trying to keep track. Bounced up and down in their arms.
“Hiromi.”
“Professor Kento.”
“Hiromi.”
“Hiromi.”
“Professor Kento.”
“Hiromi.”
“Professor Kento.”
“Professor Kento.”
“Hiromi—” Before your voice shatters at the feeling of…two thickened lengths attempting to fit inside. Fighting against the resistance for a few sloppy strokes before they’re siiiiiiiiiiiinking in- “And Professor K-Kento, sir…” The feeling of their large, slick-glazed cocks were just incredible - rubbin’ against your walls and one another. Like nothing earlier.
It was a stretch like you’ve never felt before, hittin’ spots that you didn’t even know you had.
And both professors held onto your shaking body tight- they shovelled their lengths in and out of you. Two blushin’ cockheads heading for your g-spot, before their slide-slide-sliiiiiding all the way down to end up at your cervix.
Stretching apart your walls.
Making your channel bulge.
Letting the curves of their mushroomy tips drag apart your walls, n’ press into the sweetest spots of your nerves. Both of their heavy ballsacks smack-smack the front of your cunt right on time with their thrusts. Thrust after thrust.
Again and again.
Nanami grunts at the sensation of Higuruma deep inside you, “F-fuck…”
“You can say that again.” Higuruma himself replies.
By now, the jostlin’ about had meant that your blindfold was falling off- and you could see the two men upon either side of you. Shovelling their hot cocks deep inside your pussy, positively ravaging you.
The law professor’s fingers weren’t letting up on your clit just yet, either.
He quirks his digits just a bit to draw a little heart upon it—and soon enough you find yourself throwing your head back with a moan. “G-gonna-”
“Shhhh—” Nanami grins. His ears keenly listen to the noises from between your legs - they were just so much louder now that you had two thickened shafts ramming into you. “This pussy says she’s gonna cum soon, darling.”
“Y-you little-”
A harsh hammerin’ on your spongy cervix. “Pardon, my love?”
“Nothing—oh.” Even their thrusting styles were different - Nanami Kento with his thorough, solid slashes as though he was trying to reach your womb every single time. And Higuruma Hiromi with slightly slower, smoother glides of his cock - soothing through the nooks n’ crannies that Nanami had activated first.
It was the perfect combination.
Naughty and nice.
Though not exactly in the way you’d initially thought.
And perhaps this manner was what was making you so desperate to cum again- “Please-” Gasping. “Let me cum—”
You’re looking between a grinning Nanami and Higuruma. Dazedly.
“Please may I-” Choking out in-between the moans and droplets of saliva that were gushing out of you- falling onto Higuruma’s puffed-out chest. “-cum, sirs?”
Both of their rock-hard cocks twitch deep inside of you.
And you’re briefly seeing a silent conversation pass between them-
“Go ahead, angel.”
“Cum all over my cock, darling.”
And it might have been minutes, it might have been seconds, it might have been split-seconds later once you’re crashing into your high. The waves of white-hot pleasure taking over you until it felt like your body was burning up.
Feverish.
You’re crying out as you attempt to bounce your lewd hips back into both their shovelling shafts- but they’ve already got you. They’re holding onto your perspired body - so limp now with pleasure - and lettin’ their pointed cockheads hit each and every nerve bundle inside.
Pinpointing your g-spot with their lengths.
Targeting it especially through peak after peak.
After peak.
Your cunt trickles with honeyed slick- and it slips between your three bodies to drench Higuruma and Nanami’s cocks. Their thighs. Their bodies.
Making it even louder to thrust into your cunt—you’re forced to raise your voice just a little just so that they can hear. “Sh-shit…” Until eventually you’re feeling so raw on their relentless cocks that you’re unsure whether you want them to elongate those waves of bliss or whether you want to fucking run away—“It feels so- oh, it feels…”
“And what do we say?” Nanami’s deep baritone croons out. He doesn’t slow down for a single second as he speaks- even though he himself was feeling a little sensitive by this point.
He hits his full ballsack against the front of your cunt and hisses- “Can I have it all inside…” You’re looking between them with wide, heart-shaped pupils. “-sirs?”
And you should’ve known what that would do.
You should’ve known how much that would break them.
Because with only a few final thrusts, both Higuruma and Nanami cum inside you with loud slurps! of your greedy cunt. Gobblin’ up all those white ropes of seed that they were emptying out - sheer volumes that they’d been holding onto for hours, days, this entire semester.
Nanami furrows his golden brows and presses his face into the crook of your neck. Groaning as he fucks you through his orgasm, “A-and here I was just expecting a thank you…”
“Our girl always was the sweetest.” Higuruma coos.
Your history professor rides through his high with his teeth grit, jaw working overtime to keep his noises to a minimum - he wanted to hear your soft gasps and groans even more. Though his body shakes as it keeps on thrummin’ with pleasure.
Visceral.
Meanwhile, your law professor let out such husky grunts after each splat! of cum that he emptied out against your womb. He couldn’t even handle fucking you properly anymore and his hips kept on stutterin’ through his waves.
Cheeks flushed. Gaze locked on you.
He didn’t want to tear it away.
Both of them are cumming so much that you nearly can’t tell who’s who - with their dollops of heated, syrupy sap. Each divot bawling them out messily—you can feel them stick against the end of your pussy, right where your cervix was, before being stirred about by the motions of their cylindrical shafts.
Their prominent veins massagin’ your sweetest spots. Their globular cockheads pumping every single droplet inside you.
Every single droplet.
Not a single bead of that ivory cum escapes—but they’re both still looking at each other with the same idea.
And you’re seeing yet another silent conversation pass between them that you miss. “Oh?”
In almost no time, Higuruma and Nanami have you splayed out on the polished desk - back against its flat surface, legs held high in the air. This time, however, both their faces were between your pussylips and attempting to beat the other—
They were lappin’ their dual tongues over your leaking cunt like they were starved.
Nanami’s hand pressing down on your stomach to make a few more droplets spray out of your hole- Higuruma’s hand flicking over your clit still.
You lean back on your elbows and watch them.
And what a sight it was: both their handsome faces between your legs.
They nudge their noses against the creamy layers on top of your cunt, and swivel the mess around like mad. You could see through your tears the exact moment - the exact moment - that their pinkish tongues meet in the middle.
Where Higuruma’s tastebuds overlap with Nanami’s as they’re suckling on your clit- and they both flinch at the sensation before moaning—
And that’s before the door clicks.
“Oi, why are the lights still on? Don’t you know that campus has closed a long time ag-”
You pause.
Nanami pauses.
Higuruma pauses.
And so does Professor Shiu Kong - Head of the Mathematics Department, also PhD with Distinction.
His jaw drops as his eyes drift over from the mess of clothes on the floor, to the mess that’d been made of you. Bite marks all over your throat. The blindfold still around your neck. And even more - you could see the way his hands tighten on his files as his gaze probes deeper, taking in your leaking, lecherous cunt.
No one moves.
Except for Shiu, who steps inside.
Your heart was in your throat.
Getting ready for a berating of some kind- or potentially even worse. Perhaps a suspension, perhaps Nanami and Higuruma would be fired at once-
“So…” Shiu’s husky voice interrupts your thoughts. “-got room for mathematics?”
A/N. Heheheheh ofc we got room for youuuuuuuuu Shiu <33
✮ getting stuck in an elevator with two hot bosses who want you cannot be that bad, right? *pwp
"shit, we're gonna be here a while," nanami breathed out annoyed and loosened his tie after the dispatcher didn't answer again and the call button totally stopped working. your shift ended like three hours ago, but you were still there, typical you, obsessing over some report. the office was totally empty.
well, except for two department heads you were lucky enough to get stuck with in one cramped elevator.
the elevator felt way too small for three adults. you were basically squeezed between them and could feel the heat coming off their bodies. behind you was nanami's tall figure, and right in front of you — higuruma. both were a head taller than you, wider in the shoulders, and fucking hot.
i mean, it wasn't for nothing that you always wore short skirts even though the dress code said no, that you accidentally spilled coffee on higuruma's pants so you could apologize with bambi eyes and wipe a napkin near his cock. for months you played a dangerous game: you leaned over a little more than you should, showed off your chest when you sat across from him, brushed your shoulder against nanami's in the narrow hallway, and left documents on hiromi's desk that were soaked in your boldest perfume. you teased both of them at the same time, gave them hope, but always slipped away the second their stares got too heavy. a little flirting is fun, alright?
but right now you weren't having fun at all.
nanami slowly leaned in. his hot breath hit your ear, making you shiver. "you look spooked, sweetheart. you okay?" he said, and he sounded dangerously protective. "y-yeah, i'm fine," you gulped, trying not to look at him. "it's just super hot in here."
you noticed nanami lookedup at higuruma. for a while they just stared at each other in silence, and then this slow, knowing grin spread across both their faces. that look made your knees go weak. higuruma took his time taking off his jacket. he did it slow, eyes locked on yours, and tossed the expensive thing right on the dirty floor.
"what a shame," he said, rolling up his sleeves and showing off those strong forearms. "maybe we should talk about your behavior."
before you could get a single word out, nanami's heavy hands landed on your waist. he pulled you back, pressing you into his hard chest. "you've been waiting for this the whole time, haven't you?" he whispered into your hair. "teasing us so much."
"i... i have no idea what you're talking about," your voice shook, and your heart was thumping so loud they both definitely heard it. hiromi stepped even closer. his hands hit your thighs, bunching up your skirt. "oh, trust me, you know exactly what we're talking about."
they literally crushed you between them, and you felt the burning heat of their bodies. nanami grabbed your chin and pulled it up, forcing you to look at him. "i think it's time to teach you a lesson."
he didn't let you scream — his mouth covered yours in a demanding kiss. he kissed you deep, filling you up with himself, while hiromi went for your neck at the same time, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on your skin. your head started spinning and reality started to blur.
nanami pulled back from your lips for a second and then with one sharp, confident move he grabbed you by the waist. before you could even gasp, you were up in the air. he held you there, making your legs spread wide and hooking your knees over his arms. now you were basically hanging on him — your back pressed against his chest, and you were completely open in front of both of them.
your short skirt rode up to your waist, leaving you in just thin panties. nanami went back to your ear, nibbling on your lobe and cheek before sliding down to your neck. meanwhile, higuruma slowly unbuttoned your blouse, button by button, and as the fabric parted, he started biting your chest, making you arch in kento’s arms.
"wait— mmnh! hiromi..." you gasped, "there're cameras in the elevator... maybe we should go..."
"don't worry 'bout that, darling," nanami laughed low and soft, pressing his lips to your shoulder. "don't you worry your pretty little head."
hiromi finally threw your shirt open and slowly moved down with kisses toward your stomach. "just enjoy what we're gonna do now, okay?"
he got down on his knees, and you felt his hot breath scorch your delicate skin. he didn't rush. first, his lips barely brushed the inside of your thighs, leaving light, almost weightless kisses that sent an electric charge through your body. you felt nanami tighten his grip on your knees from behind, locking you in the air; you literally couldn't move.
"look how wet she is. perfect," hiromi rasped, looking at how the slick glistened on your already damp pussy. "you wanted this, didn't you? for us to see how much this little pussy leaks when it's needy?"
"n-nngh!... hiromi…" your moan drowned in the quiet hum of the elevator as he lifted two fingers and unceremoniously stretched your folds apart to fully expose you. at first, he just teased you with the tip of his tongue, short and wet strokes. you felt him lick away the drops, smacking his lips, savoring your taste.
"mmngh! haah! please…" you jerked in nanami’s arms, but he just held you tighter against his chest. "hold on, sweetie, we're just gettin' started," he whispered in your ear, and at that moment, he started to slowly rotate your hips in circular motions.
those circles made you literally rub against hiromi’s face. you felt the stubble on his chin, his nose pressing into your already swollen clit, and his tongue going right into your soaking pussy. wet, obscene sounds echoed in the cramped elevator.
"haah! more… nngh!" you weren't in control of your sounds anymore, gasping with pleasure. "oh yeah," hiromi growled, not pulling away for a second, "you're so sweet. i'm gonna lick you dry 'til you start beggin' us to stop."
his pace picked up. he went rougher now. hiromi didn't tease anymore. he took your clit between his lips and started sucking on it hungrily like he’d fuckin' die if he didn't.
"a-ah! hiromi! nngh-aa!" you screamed, throwing your head back on nanami’s shoulder while he kissed your cheek, holding you in place, and your cry echoed through the tight cabin.
hiromi’s tongue went deep between your stretched folds, licking everything inside, while the two fingers he’d managed to shove in kept roughly stretching you, opening every millimeter of your tender flesh for his mouth. loud, squelching sounds of your pussy and the wet sounds of his mouth filled the elevator.
"mmm, look what you're doin' to us," nanami kept rotating your pelvis, forcing you to grind even harder onto hiromi’s tongue. "you wanted this, didn't you? walkin' 'round in front of us in those skirts that show off your ass?"
"haah! mmngh… ahh! more… more!" you didn't even know what you were saying anymore. the man behind you didn't give you a second's break — his palm covered your mouth, muffling your next moan. "hiromi, please… mmmngh-ah!" you broke free from nanami’s hand, and your moans got louder. "yes! right there! ahh-h!"
nanami pulled his hand away from your face only to sink into your lips, catching your next whimper. "stick out your tongue, baby," he whispered, and you obeyed before you could even think. "come on."
as soon as you parted your mouth and the tip of your tongue peeked out, nanami let out a low growl and bit into your lips. he captured your tongue with his lips and started sucking on it, slow and greedy. "mmmmmfff!.. kento!... " you moaned right into his mouth, feeling your whole body tighten like a string.
nanami sucked your tongue rhythmically, like he owned it, making you gasp for air. meanwhile, higuruma, feeling your reaction, stretched your folds even wider and sucked on your clit with twice the force. "mmmngh... most perfect sweet pussy. gonna eat this little swollen clit up."
your sounds turned totally incoherent, becoming a solid stream of moans and ragged breaths mixed with whimpers. nanami pulled away from your tongue for a second, his whisper brushing right against your lips. "good girl. hear how loud you're bein' for us?"
your body was stretched to the limit, like a wire about to snap. nanami kept dominantly sucking your tongue, cutting off your oxygen and making you choke on your own moans while his hips rhythmically rotated your pelvis, grinding you into hiromi’s face. you thrashed convulsively in kento’s arms, feeling everything inside tighten into an unbearably hard, hot knot.
higuruma, feeling your orgasm coming, stretched your already swollen folds with his fingers until it almost hurt, and for the last time, sucked your clit in as deep as possible, licking it frantically. a loud, dominant squelching filled the cramped elevator.
"a-a-ah! kent— oh god, i'm gonna... mmmngh-a-a-a!" your scream broke into a rasp as the first wave of orgasm literally ripped through you.
you felt your muscles inside start to contract uncontrollably, pulsing hot wetness right onto hiromi’s face. you shuddered all over, your legs on nanami’s shoulders shaking with a fine tremor. kento pulled away from your tongue at that moment just to catch your wide-open mouth in a silent scream and greedily breathe in your orgasmic moan.
you gasped, your head falling onto nanami’s shoulder as white spots swam before your eyes. hiromi didn't stop even when you started twitching in convulsions. he kept greedily licking and sucking up your slick, which was now dripping down his chin and lips.
"hiromi, stop... ah... i can't anymore..." you went limp in kento’s arms, feelin' a heavy, leaden weakness spread through your body. you barely breathed, pressing your forehead against nanami’s shoulder. your body still shook with small, lingerin' tremors, and your head was a total vacuum. you were literally floating in the clouds after such a crushing orgasm, feeling like soft, pliable clay in their hands.
but the blissful silence didn't last long. nanami pulled back a bit to look at your face and took you by the chin, forcing your blurred gaze to focus on him.
"you think that’s it, darling?" his voice sounded scary calm and low. "you really think we're gonna let you come just once?"
your eyes widened. you tried to say something, but only a weak, ragged exhale escaped your throat. "what're you..."
hiromi slowly pulled away and got up from his knees. his lips glistened wetly, and there was a streak of your juices on his chin that he didn't even think about wipin' off. he looked down at you, fixing his shirt cuffs.
"that was just the start," he tossed out, and his voice vibrated in the tight cabin. you were still hangin' in nanami’s arms, legs shaking, and your mind was fading. "n-no... wait..." you tried to pull your thoughts together, "someone could walk in right now... the dispatcher... he might hear through the intercom..."
nanami just laughed low against your neck, and that sound made you shrink. he didn't let you go. instead, he shifted his grip to get comfortable and started to slowly, intentionally rub your aching, oversensitive cunt against his huge, rock-hard cock through the fabric of his pants.
"ah!" you sobbed, whimpering from the unbearable pleasure that bordered on torture. "nanami..." "we could just call the dispatcher again so help comes right now," kento whispered, keepin' up the methodical grind against you, squeezin' out new portions of wetness that now fell in heavy drops and dripped onto the elevator floor. your heels had been lyin' in the corner for a while now. "is that what you want? you want us to get pulled out of here right now?"
he didn't stop, and you felt his hardness throb, promisin' somethin' way bigger. at that moment, hiromi stepped in close. he cupped your face in his palms and sank into your lips with a deep, greedy kiss. you tasted yourself mixed with his hot spit — intimate, and crazy turning you on.
"m-m-m," he hummed into your mouth, pulling back only a millimeter. "is this what you want?" you should've said "yes." you should've screamed 'bout how they broke all the rules, how hierarchy was trashed, and how you're all gonna get fired in disgrace. you should've stopped this.
but you didn't. your first orgasm was so mind-blowing that all you could think about was the throbbing weight you felt with your ass through nanami’s clothes. you couldn't even dream of just one of them in your wildest fantasies, but getting both at once? that was the kind of extreme greed they write about in books.
“n-no…” you aggressively shook your head, completely forgetting you were in the damn elevator of an office building. your hands dug into higuruma’s shoulders on their own, and you started desperately, almost insanely grinding against the man behind you in every way possible, begging for more with your body alone.
hiromi gave a faint, barely noticeable smile without taking his eyes off you, watching the way you writhed in kento’s hands. “that’s what we thought. dirty girl… you spent months tempting your bosses just so they’d fuck you at the same time?”
you barely heard him. his words drowned in the rush of blood pounding in your ears, and you only nodded quickly, feverishly, agreeing with every word he said. “c’mon, baby,” nanami caught you with one hand, giving you more space, “use your hands. take my pants off.”
with trembling fingers, you reached behind you as much as the cramped space allowed and touched his cock through the fabric for the first time. nanami let out a low, rough groan and pushed himself into your palm, rolling his hips forward. you tried to feel more of him, but kento only tightened his grip on your waist.
“baby, i just had to sit there without getting to taste you. you’d better hurry up.” you frantically searched for his belt buckle, but your fingers wouldn’t cooperate. you couldn’t see what you were doing behind your back, and helpless little whines started slipping out of you.
“i-i can’t do it… kento, i can’t…” you sobbed, tears blurring your vision. nanami laughed quietly, enjoying your desperation. “what an impatient girl, huh?”
he jerked his hips sharply to help you, and finally you managed to undo the belt. then the button and zipper gave in too. his pants slipped down, and immediately, without waiting, you covered his cock with your hand over his boxers. nanami threw his head back, sucking in air through his teeth with a hiss. you moaned too — just the thought of him being inside you turned you into a melted, shapeless mess.
by then, hiromi already pulled his pants down slightly. you froze as you looked at him. his cock looked intimidating: long, heavy, veins standing out clearly along it, the tip already wet. exactly the one you imagined whenever you touched yourself.
you breathed heavily, your pussy still pulsing after your orgasm while your hands already pulled down the blond man’s boxers behind you. the second his cock came free, it pressed against your ass with a dull thud. you felt the heat of it against your skin.
nanami wrapped a hand around himself and slowly dragged the tip over your untouched back hole first. panic shot through you instantly, your voice turning high and almost frightened. “kento!.. please, kento…”
he immediately buried himself against your neck, kissing you greedily with his mouth open, leaving your skin wet and burning. “relax,” he whispered, his voice vibrating through your body. “we’re not going there… for now.”
you relaxed a little, but the realization crashed over you in another wave: that meant they were both going to fuck you. at the same time.
your thoughts didn’t even have time to form into words before higuruma stepped closer. he cupped your face, gently but firmly sucking on your lower lip before pulling away and looking directly into your eyes.
“if it hurts, just tell us, okay?” his voice sounded serious, almost gentle. “we won’t do anything that’ll hurt you. we’re here to give you what you’ve been begging for all this time. tell me you understand.”
you only nodded shakily, unable to force out a single word. “use your words, sweetheart,” nanami insisted, pressing his cock against your lower back. you swallowed hard, your voice rough from all the screaming and moaning. “i… i understand. yeah. please…”
nanami adjusted his grip on you more comfortably, one arm still holding your weight while the other slowly, carefully guided his cock. at first, he only teased you with it, dragging the tip through your folds, coating himself in all your slickness, practically soaking himself in your juices before finally giving one decisive thrust.
he pushed in slowly, giving you time to feel every inch of his impossible thickness. you cried out instantly and grabbed onto higuruma’s shoulders with a death grip. meanwhile, hiromi pressed himself flush against you, holding your hips steady and helping you keep your balance while his eyes tracked every shaky breath you took.
he really was huge. you felt him literally forcing your insides apart, pushing so deep that every experience you’d ever had before suddenly felt like some pathetic joke. your head fell back, your moans breaking apart into weak little whines.
“mmmngh! kento… haa-ah… hurts… no, feels good… god—!” you choked on the words as he filled you completely. “that’s it, sweetheart, take all of me,” nanami rasped, his voice vibrating through your body.
“you’re too big… kento, you’re too big…” “i know, baby,” he started moving inside you slowly, deeply, “it’ll feel better soon. just relax for me.”
while that happened, higuruma kissed his way down your neck to your chest, which already spilled out of your bra cups. he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking greedily while nanami kept thrusting into you from behind.
“fuck…” kento growled, picking up the pace. “knew you’d have a fucking heavenly pussy… she’s squeezing me so tight.” all you could do was whine and sob. “ah! mmngh!! feels so good… more… haaah!”
“yeah?” higuruma pulled away from your chest, his gaze turning sharp and hungry. “it’s about to feel even better.” nanami cupped your face with both hands, turned you toward him, and crashed his mouth against yours in a deep kiss. “take a breath,” he ordered right against your lips.
you were already completely fucked stupid from his cock and the heat of their bodies. the second you gasped for air, you felt another huge, hard shape starting to push into you. hiromi entered you from the front, and you practically whimpered into nanami’s kiss while your fingers dug into higuruma’s shirt hard enough to make the fabric strain.
the moment he fully pushed inside, stretching you beyond anything imaginable, you screamed so loudly it felt like your voice tore through the entire building. “oh god! god! fuck… fuck! a-ah-ahh!”
tears spilled from your eyes automatically from the shock and overwhelming fullness. nanami laughed low against your lips, licking away the salty wetness. “no god here, sweetheart. we’re the ones making you scream like that.”
both of them stayed still for a moment, letting your body adjust to the unbearable stretch. hiromi’s hand squeezed your breast possessively while nanami bit at your shoulder and every patch of exposed skin he could reach.
it felt like forever or maybe only a few seconds — you had no idea anymore. the only thing you knew was that you needed them. “more… want more… please…”
“our girl’s getting greedy, huh?” higuruma smirked while looking at your flushed face. “one cock isn’t enough anymore? now you always want two?” then they started moving. together. hard. rhythmic.
it felt like your pussy was about to split apart, your whole body turning into one shaking, dripping mess. you moaned and whimpered while they kept taking turns kissing you, your chin already soaked with spit, your face damp with sweat and their touches. saliva and slick ran down your neck and chest, and you were pretty sure there was already a puddle forming on the elevator floor beneath you.
their movements turned sharp and perfectly synchronized, and you felt them practically pounding you into the narrow space between them. nanami set a deep, animalistic pace from behind while hiromi matched every thrust from the front, forcing your body to stretch to its absolute limit. the cramped elevator filled with unbearable wet sounds: skin slapping against skin, heavy male growls, and your endless, choking moans mixed with the smell of all your arousal.
“ah! haaah… nngh! fuck, kento… romi… a-ahh!” you cried out when they bumped against each other inside you, trapping your womb between them.
“look at this fucking mess,” hiromi rasped without taking his eyes off the place where your bodies merged together. “you’re sucking us in so greedily. such a needy little hole for your bosses.”
nanami grabbed your hair, pulling your head back slightly so he could see your face twisted with pleasure. “hear those sounds, baby?” he slammed into you hard, and the elevator filled with a loud, filthy squelch. “that’s all you. you’re so fucking wet we’re practically drowning in you.”
“mmmngh! yes… more… ” you couldn’t even control the saliva dripping down your chin anymore, mixing with their sweat. your face stayed damp, your hair stuck to your forehead, and your eyes rolled back.
higuruma leaned forward and crashed his mouth against yours, swallowing your moan with his lips. his tongue moved just as aggressively as his cock while his hand kept squeezing your breast hard enough to hurt. when he finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva stretched between you before breaking against your neck.
hiromi tightened his grip on your thighs even more, lifting your hips so you stayed completely open for both of them. the elevator smelled heavy with sweat, bodies, and slick, and the only thing breaking the silence were the filthy sounds of their bodies slamming against your ass.
nanami slowly moved his hand down the front of your body. his fingers, soaked with your slick, found your clit. “look at this little thing,” he rasped, his voice vibrating through your spine. “look how swollen it is. you’re pulsing so much, sweetheart.”
he started playing with you, and the elevator filled with another wet, messy sound from his fingers moving against you. every touch sent a shock through your body.
“mmmngh! kento… ah!” you sobbed shakily as your thighs started trembling uncontrollably. “please… i wanna come… i’m gonna… mmhnm!!" “no,” he cut you off. he gave one deep, crushing thrust. “don’t even think about coming without permission.”
their pace grew even faster, turning into something raw and primal. nanami’s heavy thrusts from behind crashed against hiromi’s from the front. the mirror in the elevator completely fogged over now, thick drops of condensation sliding down it just like the sweat running along your back. you could barely breathe anymore, your moans dissolving into broken little whimpers.
“tell me,” nanami suddenly pinched your clit hard between his fingers, making your back arch violently as you screamed. “who does this sweet, greedy pussy belong to?”
“a-ahh! yours! only yours! always only yours!” you practically sobbed the words out, losing the last of your sanity from the overwhelming pleasure. “good girl,” hiromi whispered smoothly against your damp shoulder before kissing it. “such a good girl. keep taking us, baby.”
your pussy pulsed violently, burning from the friction and impossible fullness. every thrust from nanami and hiromi forced more slick out of you, thick drops falling onto the floor and adding to the puddle already spreading beneath your feet. you felt completely used, ruined, and unbelievably happy in exactly that role.
the tension inside you coiled into a tight, unbearable knot that was about to snap. from behind, nanami made one last, crushing thrust, driving into you to the very hilt with a loud, wet sound, while hiromi made a powerful lunge forward at the same time, pinning your uterus in a vise between the two of them.
at that moment, nanami pressed hard against your pulsing clit, and that was the final straw. you literally buckled in their arms. the elevator walls started to swim before your eyes, and a series of choking, ragged sobs ripped from your throat.
"mmmngh-a-a-a! god! god! i— aah!" you gasped, feeling the first wave of orgasm paralyze your legs. your pussy started to contract convulsively and rhythmically around them, trying to squeeze every last drop out. you felt every vein on their members, every movement that now felt a hundred times sharper. a frantic, wet squelching filled the tight cabin — it was your juices, forced out by their pressure, literally splashing onto the floor and mixing with sweat.
you felt everything inside flip. your stomach muscles cramped, you threw your head back aggressively, pressing the back of your skull into nanami’s shoulder, and you just stopped breathing for several long seconds. you were shaking so hard that hiromi had to grip your thighs in a death lock to keep you from sliding to the floor.
"yes, just like that," nanami growled, feeling your pussy literally suck him in. "cum on our cocks, our pretty girl." you could not answer. you only whimpered and shuddered in a long, agonizingly beautiful ecstasy. tears of happiness and shock rolled down your wet cheeks.
you were still shaking from the lingering waves when you felt the blonde’s breath grow heavy, turning into a muffled growl. "fuck, you are so tight...so perfect baby..." he rasped, driving into you one last time with such force that you felt his pulse at your very center.
hiromi, feeling your tremors and kento’s frantic rhythm, also stopped holding back. his movements became sharp, almost rough; he literally slammed you into nanami, wringing the last moans out of you.
for a moment, everything froze. you felt nanami shudder through his whole body, his fingers digging into your thighs until it hurt, and he poured into you in a hot, pulsing stream. almost at the same time, hiromi let out a low, guttural sound and also went still, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, giving all his tension to you.
"so good mmm..." you went totally limp in their arms, feeling the scalding heat of their seed spread inside you. a sharp, mechanical sound and a sudden jolt of the elevator under your feet made you all freeze.
"hello, elevator number four? we have recorded a stop; we are restarting the system now. is everything alright with you?"
Pairing: Metalhead!Eddie Munson x Glam Metal!Reader
Part 1 - The Hideout
A/N: Based on a request by an anonymous user (Thrash Metal Eddie x Glam Metal!Reader)
Summary: You and Eddie Munson couldn’t be more different. You were a glam rock mega-babe while he was an angsty thrash metalhead. But what happens when your rivalry spawns a bet that not only determines the future of Corroded Coffin but just might cause the tension between you and Eddie to finally implode?
Content Warning: 18+ Smut. Enemies-to-lovers trope, Slow-Burn, (Slightly) Mean!Eddie, Small Slightly-Misogynistic Comments, Sexual Language, Suggestive/Adult Language, Swearing/Profanity, Toxic Character Dynamic, Masturbation (M & F), Ejaculation (M).
Credit: Thank you to my friends and beta-readers @spacejjunk & @hamilhansen
Dividers by: @ cafekitsune
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You came into his life like a hurricane. A larger than life persona packed into a sexed-up body clad in leather and studs. A chaotic mess of teased up hair, killer legs, and smudged red lipstick. You were a blunt, brash, and unapologetic force. A seductive mega-babe that spoke her mind no matter if people wanted to hear it or not. You were exactly the type of woman that Eddie Munson would bow down to and kiss the ground in which she walked. The only problem is that Eddie Munson fucking hated you- and he hated you passionately.
He hated you with the same intense passion that he loved his vinyl collection, Dungeons and Dragons, and his prized Warlock guitar. Eddie Munson hated you with the burning hot fire of a thousand suns- and if you were to ask him exactly where his hatred for you had started, he would date it back to that one night in 1987 when you walked into The Hideout on Corroded Coffin Tuesday. Hell on heels. An absolute devil woman in a too-short skirt. He remembered that day vividly- and, boy, did he wish that he hadn’t.
You had heard from a friend that the music was good. Your new roommate Ronnie Ecker had raved on and on about her former band that was led by her best friend.
“Corroded Coffin” she said, scribbling down the address for you before she left for work that morning “They’re playing at The Hideout at ten pm. I’ll meet you there as soon as my shift is over.”
So, here you were. At The Hideout.
You arrived fashionably late. It had been a while since you had been out. The move from the city to small town Hawkins had been enough on your plate as you tried to get settled. A new town, a new place, and new roommates to get acquainted with. But, thankfully, Ronnie and Dougie had been nothing but welcoming when you slid into their living space and tried to carve out a place for yourself. So, when Ronnie offered to show you some of her favorite spots in town, you took her up on the offer.
By the time that you arrived, it was already ten-fifteen and halfway through the set. No sign of Ronnie. But it was fine, you thought. There was live music and a bar. You could hang.
You tried to ignore the turning heads of practically every male in the establishment. It wasn’t a new development. You were used to it. You were hot and you knew it. This fact and the attention from men was nothing new. Honestly, you couldn’t blame them. You looked good- real good.
Being new to the area meant making an impression, so you pulled out all the stops. Long black high-heeled boots over fishnet tights, an itty-bitty black leather skirt with silver zipper detailing down the front, and a lacy black bustier top that had your boobs pressed up and on display. Not to mention your hair that was teased up to the heavens. You looked like a sexed-up bombshell.
When Ronnie mentioned boys in a band, you knew you had to put on something good. If you caught one tonight, that would be a very welcome plus to the evening. What you didn’t know, however, was that you would definitely meet a boy. Just not in the way that you had anticipated.
You sidle up to the bar, sliding onto one of the bar stools as you ordered a drink from a maroon-haired woman with an unpleasant scowl on her face. She looked like she would rather be anywhere but here, and as soon as you heard the music that was playing throughout the rundown bar, you could definitely see why.
There they were. The infamous Corroded Coffin.
They didn’t look like much. A three-piece band with a dirty-blonde floppy haired drummer who couldn’t keep himself on beat to save his life, a husky-built bassist that was struggling to hold his instrument comfortably, and an overly exuberant lanky-limbed singer on guitar- hair curly, wild, and unkempt. You didn’t know what he was wailing on more- the mic or his guitar as they performed a rendition of Dream Evil by Dio. A song that you absolutely hated.
After the woman behind the bar placed your drink down in front of you, you swivel your body to face the small makeshift stage that was surely made of cheap plywood and some prayers that it wouldn’t fall through- causing the bar owner a hefty lawsuit. As you sip your drink and zone in on the music, you couldn’t help but pick up on every little thing that was wrong. Which was just about everything.
The drumming was too aggressive and both the bass and lead guitar were just slightly out of tune. Just barely but enough to notice and pick up on if you had a trained ear. But the singing might have been the worst part. You were used to frontmen in thrash metal bands being over exaggerated with the deepness of their voice and how they sang but this one definitely took the cake. It was like a bad Metallica impression on steroids. A car crash that you couldn’t look away from. The way he overextends the last word in each line of the song and the low growling thing that he adopted as he sang was atrocious. It was the exact reason why you despised thrash metal.
Then there were the outfits. Quintessential ‘I’m so tough and brooding and misunderstood’ apparel. Black jeans with slashes in the knees, dirty combat boots, battle vests with no sleeves or thrown over leather jackets. Band t-shirts with the design so heavily worn out from continuous wear. Wild, unkempt hair that looked like they had just rolled out of bed and didn’t bother. The whole dirty, grungy metalhead couture. You didn’t exactly hate their look. It was just kind of…boring. Predictable. Maybe even heavily played-out.
You studied the frontman with intrigue, trying to find the vision. He was easy to look at. Cute. Good bone-structure. Nice build for a rockstar. The long hair definitely did him some good. It was definitely on par with the tresses of all the guys you idolized from your favorite bands. It just needed something extra- some oomph. A little more edge. The boy was cute but, under your eye, he could be so much more. So much better.
Just as you were admiring him, deep in your revelry of just how you would make him over into the rock ‘n roll sex god that he had the potential of becoming- he turns his head, catching you staring at him intently. Looking him up and down in both a slight appreciation and a heavy intrigue.
Your eyes were on him as if you were a predator that was tracking its prey. In a way, maybe you were. Just not in the way that Eddie Munson was expecting. When he looked at you, he saw something completely different. From where Eddie was standing, he saw a girl- a smoking hot girl - staring at him as if she wanted to eat him alive and it sent a shiver down his spine.
Before Eddie realized it, he was extremely self-conscious. Becoming completely worked up with nerves once he realized that he was completely under your intrigue or scrutiny and he didn’t know which.
Suddenly, he was hyper-aware of hitting all of the right notes, remembering the rest of the lyrics to the song that he was currently trying to sing, and somehow trying to multitask doing all of this while also trying to look cool and mysterious. Not like a complete dork that can’t even play his own instrument if he were to mess up in front of you.
Messing up in front of the small handful of drunken regulars at the bar was nothing. Hell, they were barely even conscious enough to notice. But messing up in front of a hot girl? His ego would never be able to bounce back from that.
Suddenly, when it came to his performance, you had unknowingly become Eddie Munson's judge, jury, and executioner. He wanted to impress you- this mysterious girl seated at the bar, sipping her drink slowly through the shitty little straw while eyeing him down. Eddie Munson wasn’t used to being eyed down by girls, especially not ones that looked like you. He realized that he possibly had an in with you. Now all he could focus on was not fucking it up.
He played harder, louder, and more aggressively. He wanted to put himself in the zone. He wanted to impress you. He wanted to seem cool and interesting and maybe even a little mysterious, himself. He wanted you to think that he was fucking worth watching. What he didn’t realize was that he was doing the complete opposite. You could smell his desperation from where you sat and it served nothing but to make you cringe.
He counted down the seconds until their allotted thirty minute slot was up. Never once since he started the band did he want to rush off of a stage. Eddie loved being on stage. He loved playing his music and strumming the shit out of a guitar. It was his favorite pastime. Now, he couldn’t wait for it to end. For once, there was something that caught his attention even more.
He thought he was on the verge of losing his patience altogether by the time that he got to the end of Dream Evil, finishing off the song with a flourish as his fingers plucked out the final notes. His eyes were still on you. Yours were still on him. Eddie had never felt more electrified.
Gareth beats out a quick drum solo as Eddie approaches the mic stand, wrapping his hand around it as the lingering sounds of their instruments die down. He leaned into the mic, his lips brushing up against it as he spoke low.
“Thank you. Once again, in case you forgot, because you probably have- we are Corroded Coffin. That over there is Jeff on bass…”
Jeff raises his hand, waving it to the crowd of you and five other incapacitated drunks.
“Back there is Gareth on drums…”
The floppy-haired Gareth kid smashes his symbols, causing you to wince.
“And I’m Eddie.”
Eddie. Eddie Munson. The guy that Ronnie had told you about. The friend she wanted you to meet. Finally there was a face to the name- and, unfortunately, not a lot of talent.
“We play here at The Hideout on Tuesdays and Thursdays as long as I don’t piss off Bev too much. So yeah…thanks for listening. We hope you, at least, mildly enjoyed us tonight. If not, then I don’t know what to fucking tell ya. Anyways, goodnight.”
He had a little bit of an edge to him. That was something, you thought. Not enough- but something.
He sets his guitar onto its stand, turning to talk to his bandmates. You couldn’t help but notice how his eyes kept flicking over to you. How he struggled to keep his eyes off of you. You would almost say that it was flattering if you weren’t completely disinterested. If there was one thing about you, nothing turned you off more than a guy that tried far too hard to impress you. Eddie seemed to be one of those types.
He hops off the stage, combat boots hitting the ground as he begins to saunter over- his body hot and sweaty as his t-shirt sticks to his torso. He runs his hands through his wild locks, his bangs sticking to his forehead. He looked nervous. You, on the other hand, were cool. Totally and completely cool.
Your drink was almost empty by the time he reached you, sidling up beside you as he leaned against the bar. He smelled like sweat, leather, and Camel cigarettes. His eyes were a warm shade of brown, large and doe-like as he stared at you. He looked even cuter up close, you would at least give him that much.
“Hi.” He speaks, his eyes boring into you as you sipped the rest of your drink- an air of indifference surrounding you. Eddie tries not to overthink it. Maybe you were just as nervous as he was? You were practically eye-fucking him up there onstage.
“Hi.” You answer, setting down your empty glass on the bar.
Eddie then freezes, feeling the weight of your expectant stare as you watch him. Waiting for something else. However, Eddie didn’t really have anything else. He didn’t think this far ahead. He just saw you looking at him and realized that he needed to do something about it. Even if he didn’t even know what that something is.
“I….uh…” He stammers, melting under your gaze.
“Can I help you with something?” You ask, arching an eyebrow.
“You…uh…you were looking at me.” Eddie states, as if it were obvious “While I was onstage.”
“Yeah.” You answer, your tone blunt and matter-of-fact “I look at a lot of people sometimes.”
“Right.” Eddie answers, shaking his head “Right, yeah. So…did you get to see much?”
You just stared at him as if he were dense. Like you were trying to decipher what he was saying as if he were speaking a different language.
“See much of what?” You question.
“Of my set.” He answers, making himself be more specific “While I was playing.”
“Yeah.” You reply coolly “I’ve seen enough, I guess.”
And that took Eddie aback. Just a little. He didn’t know how you meant it. He didn’t know if you meant it as you’ve seen enough to be impressed or you’ve seen enough and never wanted to experience it again.
“So…uh…what did you think?” He asks, his heart pounding in his chest. He suddenly realized just how much he cared to hear what you had to say. You were so hard to read that he couldn’t tell if you enjoyed it or hated it. He was both completely intrigued and extremely scared to find out which.
“It was alright.” You deadpan. It was all you offered up, leaving Eddie even more confused.
Really? He thought. That’s it?
“Just alright?” He asks, a little offended “That’s all I get?”
“I mean, is ‘just alright’ good enough for you? Or were you expecting an honest, scathing review?” You ask dryly, your eyes sweeping over his face.
“Scathing, huh?” He asks, raising his eyebrows “Were you….not a fan?”
“You want my real opinion?” You question.
Before Eddie could really think about the repercussions of what he was asking for, he goaded you on.
“Yeah.” He nods “Hit me with it. I’ve got thick skin. I’m sure it’s not anything that we haven’t heard before.”
And with his permission, you didn’t hold back. You tore into him- harshly.
“If you want my honest review, I think you suck.”
The blunt harshness of your voice felt like a hard slap across the face. Eddie blinked. Confused. Did you just say what he thinks you said?
“Your guitar was slightly out of tune and it was driving me crazy the entire time. You need to stop clamping your hands down onto the fretboard like a neanderthal. Loosen up your grip and you’ll sound way better. Your bass player is okay but he needs a proper bass strap. He looks like he’s constantly trying not to fumble his guitar while he’s playing it. Your drummer is bashing his symbols like they owe him money. Tell him to tone it down. He wants his sticks to bounce off of the drums and not punch a hole in them. As for your singing….just don’t. Also, your lyrics are too dark and brooding and you’re trying too hard to be James Hetfield. Which, you are not. Is that constructive enough criticism for you?”
For once in Eddie Munson’s life, he was speechless. Completely fucking dumbfounded and speechless. His brain went a mile a minute while he just continued staring at you, trying to find something to say. Anything really. What Eddie didn’t realize was that this would be the first time of many where your brutal, sharp tongue had him at a loss for words.
“Wow.” He chokes out “Tough crowd”
“Me? Or the drunks who fell asleep during your set? Look, I only sat through a little bit of your performance but I definitely think that you should hang up the whole ‘I’m so tough and angsty’ thing you’ve got going on. It doesn’t make you seem as interesting as you think it does. To be honest, thrash metal isn’t hot. People don’t care about the tough guy shit and sad lyrics.”
“Huh.” Eddie replies, his jaw clenching a bit as he stares at you. Suddenly, you didn’t seem as hot as he had thought you were. “So what do you listen to then? Since my shit doesn’t seem to do it for you.”
There was a bite to his words that amused you. He was offended, pissed off, and trying so hard to keep it to himself. But he was easier to read than an Archie comic. He was intimidated.
“Well, if you must know, I’m into the good shit.” You drop.
“Which is?” Eddie replies, trying to keep his attitude in check but he could hear it leaking through in his voice.
“Take your pick.” You say “Mötley Crüe….Poison…Ratt….Whitesnake. Jon Bon Jovi is a literal God. Def Leppard….Skid Row. Any of these familiar to you?”
Eddie just stares at you as if you have three heads. Then he finally loses his composure that he was trying so hard to keep in check.
“You’re fucking joking, right?” He replies, huffing out an incredulous laugh “Please tell me you’re fucking with me.”
“No.” You deadpan “Why would I be?”
“Okay….Let me get this straight….You come into my bar to watch my gig to shit all over my band when you listen to literal fucking garbage and have the nerve to judge me?” He replies, his eyes silently wide with every word that he was saying “You’ve got to be out of your fucking mind, sweetheart.”
“Actually, babe,” You retort “I’m not. I consider myself to have great taste in music.”
“Oh really?” Eddie snorts “That’s what you’re calling it? Your weird little delusion that fucking Poison is real music? Honeybun, you wouldn’t know what real music is if it bit you in the ass. The shit that you think is music is nothing but a bunch of bullshit.”
“Bullshit?” You laugh, pressing your plump lips together in a smirk that only drove Eddie to want to completely wipe it off your face. “Sounds like someone’s jealous.”
“Jealous?” Eddie guffaws “Jealous of what, exactly? A bunch of made-up pretty boys in fucking heels and spandex that can’t play their fucking gear to save their goddamn lives? Sure, yeah, keep telling yourself that, Princess.”
He was pissed. Angry. Absolutely furious.
“Yeah?” You continue “Cause, to me, you seem pretty fucked up over the fact that a bunch of ‘made-up pretty boys in spandex’ made it big while you’re stuck here in bum-fuck Indiana strumming your cheap ass guitar at some hole-in the-wall dive while you pretend that you’re the real fucking deal. Well, hang it up, Rockstar. You’re not as hot as you think you are and the faster you learn that, the better off you are.”
“And who the fuck are you?” Eddie spits “Rolling fucking Stone? Give it up, Princess. Your taste in music is garbage. Do you actually even like the bands that you’re hyping up? Or do you just like the way that they look in a pair of leather pants?”
“Well, since you asked, the leather pants definitely don’t hurt.” You sass “And, if I was Rolling Stone, I wouldn’t even publish my review of your Thrash Trash in the back of the issue by the ads for Viagra and hair transplants.”
“Dollface, as if I give a fuck about what you think about me and my band. You’re clearly brain-dead if you think anything that fucking Twisted Sister put out could even come close to rivaling the shit I rep.”
“Really? Because you seemed to care a lot about what I thought five minutes ago.”
“That’s before I found out that you’re a glam rock groupie that probably hops on musicians' dicks for even just a shred of attention.”
“Oh really?” You snort “That’s quite the big assumption from someone who can’t even tune their shit correctly but wants to pretend to be Ronnie James Dio so bad. I’ve met a million posers just like you, Playboy, and you’re not even the best of them.”
“Poser? That’s fucking rich coming from a snob with so much Aqua Net in her hair that I’d be scared to light up a fucking cigarette around you.” Eddie quips “You look fucking ridiculous.”
“I happen to think I look pretty damn good and, judging by the way your boys over there are looking at me, I’d bet they think so too.”
As soon as you say it, Eddie whips his head around towards the stage where he catches Gareth and Jeff looking you up and down as they pretend to pack up their gear. They both hastily turn away as they suddenly act interested in a particular amp cord. Eddie would certainly be chewing them out later for this.
“As if either of my boys would be interested in a shallow piece of ass.” Eddie rolls his eyes.
“No?” You ask, tilting your head “Why don’t we ask them then?”
“You know, I’m starting to think you’re pretty fucking full of yourself.”
“Me?” You laugh “Do yourself a goddamn favor and take a look in the mirror. You go up there and sound like shit then hop off the stage thinking that you’d impress me enough to get in my pants? Please!”
“Judging by the way you’re dressed, I figured it wouldn’t be very hard.” Eddie drops, causing your mouth to drop open.
“Excuse me?” You retort. You couldn’t believe it.
“You heard me.” Eddie doubles down.
“Sounds real big coming from someone that looks like he probably hasn’t gotten any action since before the fucking Stone Age.” You insult, looking him up and down. “As if you’d even know what to do with it anyway. You clearly can’t handle a woman who’s even just a little bit opinionated.”
“Opinionated?” Eddie scoffs “That’s what you’re calling it instead of admitting that you’re being a total bitch?”
“Fuck you!” You spit out, giving him a hard look that he returned without hesitation.
“Sweetheart, I wouldn’t even touch you with a ten foot pole.”
“You know what? Why don’t you take your shitty fucking guitar and your entitled ass attitude and shove it up your-“
“Oh, hey guys!”
Both of your heads whip around, prompting landing on Ronnie Ecker who had just walked into The Hideout.
“Sorry I’m late. Work held me back later than I expected. But I see you guys have met!”
Ronnie was smiling. Completely oblivious to the complete train wreck that she was stepping into. It didn’t take long for her to read the room and pick up on the palpable and very uncomfortable tension.
“Yeah.” You reply sarcastically, your jaw clenched “Seems I’m lucky to have the displeasure.”
“Displeasure?” Ronnie questions, her stomach dropping “Wait. What did I miss?”
“Oh, you know, not much.” Eddie replies facetiously “Your friend here’s a real peach, Ron.”
“Hold on.” Ronnie asks, holding up her hands in surrender “What did I miss? Guys?”
But neither of you spoke. Neither of you looked at Ronnie- too busy giving each other hard, hot stares that conveyed so much without having to say anything at all. You and Eddie Munson clearly weren’t going to get along. Not even close.
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That night should’ve been the first and last time he would ever see you. To Eddie’s dismay, this wasn’t the case. In fact, ever since that night, he began seeing you everywhere.
Ronnie and Dougie’s apartment was no longer a hangout spot for him. It was now a space that you occupied and took claim over since you had moved in. Eddie pretended as if he didn’t mourn the loss of being able to stop by and pay two of his closest friends a visit. As a matter of fact, he tried to make it work.
At first, he tried to ignore you when he would drop by but it was becoming progressively harder to do so when you were always around. Always nagging, bitching, or insulting him. Undermining him and cutting him down. It started with movie night.
Ronnie had promised that you would be out of the apartment for the evening. That you would be doing something else- anything else- and that Eddie would be able to spend time with just Ronnie and Dougie. Two of his favorite people. He had it all planned out- a horror flick movie marathon with all of the good shit.
The Thing, The Shining, A Nightmare On Elm Street, Poltergeist, Evil Dead, and Evil Dead 2. As many as Steve was willing to set aside during his shift at Family Video. Eddie was fucking psyched. He rolled up several joints for the occasion, picked up a case of beer, and planned on ordering more pizza than the three of them could stomach. It was gonna be a great night. At least, it was. Before you showed up.
The trio was completely engrossed in A Nightmare On Elm Street as you burst into the front door, your hair done up more dramatically than it usually was. You were in a tight leopard-print mini dress with a black fringe denim jacket. Thigh-high boots and an itty bitty clutch bag that was dangling from your hand as you stumbled into the apartment. It was barely even ten o’clock and you had already had a night.
“Hey!” Ronnie greets, looking over at you “You’re home early. How was your date?”
As soon as Eddie heard the word ‘date’ he almost choked on his beer. The idea that any guy would even want to go out with you considering how insufferable you are was completely unfathomable to him.
“It was whatever.” You reveal, stepping into the living room area as you plopped down onto the couch- right next to Eddie. “He was cute but we didn’t really have much to talk about. I wasn’t impressed.”
Well, that’s nothing new, Eddie thought.
“What are we watching?” You ask, your eyes landing on the tv as Eddie tenses up beside you. It definitely didn’t go unnoticed.
“A Nightmare On Elm Street.” Dougie replies, taking a sip of his beer.
“Ew.” You scrunch up your nose “Really? I heard that this movie sucked.”
“Have you even seen it?” Eddie huffs, already annoyed with you and it hadn’t even been a full five minutes yet. “Or is this just gonna be another thing you’re fucking snobby about?”
“You guys,” Ronnie groans, throwing her head back “Seriously, let’s not, okay?”
“Whatever.” You sigh, rolling your eyes.
You lean over towards the coffee table, reaching for a can of beer before Eddie stops you.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He questions, looking between you and the beer.
“Um…having a beer? What the hell does it look like?”
“I bought those.” Eddie states bluntly “Of course you’d just take shit without even asking.”
You look at Eddie, your expression unblinking.
“Sorry, Munson.” You answer “Here, you want it back?”
You hold up the can of beer as you stare Eddie down, sticking out your tongue as you begin to lick around the lip of the beer can- maintaining eye contact as you do so.
Eddie watches as his face crinkles up into a look of disgust as you hold the can out for him to take.
“Here you go!”
Eddie didn’t even think about touching it.
“Fucking gross.” Eddie mutters, his face twisting into a look of disdain “Keep it. Who knows where the hell your mouth has been.”
You smirk triumphantly as you pop open the can, taking a drink as you watch how hard Eddie is trying to keep cool. How badly he’s trying not to let you have the satisfaction of getting under his skin.
Eddie turns his head back towards the TV, slumping down into the couch as he tries to watch the movie but he can’t help but be distracted by every little thing that you do. How you sitting next to him, even though he hated you, was driving him crazy.
As the movie continued, his head was swimming with thoughts of you. Thoughts that he shouldn’t be thinking. Because he hated you. Because you were rude and annoying and bitchy and completely fucking insufferable. But fuck- it was hard to focus when you smelled so good. Like Love’s Baby Soft and Big Red gum.
He tried not to watch from the corner of his eye when the bottom of your dress rode up your thighs as you reached forward to grab a slice of pizza. He tried not to think about how soft your thighs looked despite the fact that he couldn’t fucking stand you.
He tried not to pay attention when you began to shrug your jacket off, exposing your bare shoulders and your cleavage spilling over the top of your dress. How the skin there looks just as soft as your thighs. So kissable, so touchable. It was a shame that you were such a bitch. It was an even bigger shame that Eddie’s dick couldn’t help but harden beneath his jeans at the thought of you. Not only did he hate you but he hated how hot you were. How he still felt aroused by you despite you being the absolute worst.
“This is so stupid.” You huff, eyes on the television as you watch Nancy Thompson follow the trail of blood in her dream sequence- leading her down into the boiler room of the school.
“Who the hell sees a trail of blood and then follows it? Especially when there’s a man with knife fingers trying to kill you.” You complain “Like, come on. Is she literally brain-dead?”
“If she is, she has something in common with you then.” Eddie snorts, watching the way that your eyes narrow at him.
“Hey, Ronnie, tell me again how many times it took Professor Munson over here to graduate?” You sass.
“Who needs an education when I’m about to be the next James Hetfield? Right, sweetheart?” Eddie teases.
“In your dreams, Munson.” You roll your eyes “Hey, maybe if we’re all lucky, your dreams will end up like everyone else’s in this sorry excuse of a movie.”
“Oh my god, Princess.” Eddie groans “It’s not even that bad. Stop being such a snot.”
“Says the guy too dumb to catch the plot inconsistencies. Didn’t she burn the outside of her arm on that pipe? Why is the burn mark on the inside? The director couldn’t even get the continuity right.”
“Can you just shut up and watch it? Jesus H. Christ. You don’t have to fucking tell everyone how much you hate something every five seconds.” Eddie complains.
“You’re just mad that I have a point.” You reply.
“Whatever.” Eddie huffs “Can you shut the hell up now?”
“Oh, I need to shut up? This coming from the same guy that goes on and on and on about his stupid little mythical creature game and his battle Barbies?” You hit back.
“First of all, Dungeons and Dragons is not stupid.” Eddie states, holding up his ringed pointer finger for emphasis. “Second, they’re not ‘battle Barbie’s’ they’re fucking miniatures and they take an advanced amount of skill and precision to paint.”
“….Yeah, okay. All I got from that is that you’re a pathetic little virgin that frolics around pretending you’re in a make-believe world where you’re greater than you actually are.” You insult “It’s kinda sad, Munson.”
“Please, Sweetheart. How about you just say that you’re not smart enough to understand the complexity of D&D and we’ll just leave it at that? I won’t even laugh at you. Promise.” Eddie quips back.
“You’re an idiot.”
“And you’re fucking irritating.”
“Wow!” You exclaim “That’s a big word for you, Munson. Maybe we should have Ronnie put a sticker on your spelling chart.”
“Okay, airhead.” Eddie replies “Is there even anything in that head of yours besides Whitesnake lyrics? Or has the hairspray fumes already fried the rest of the brain cells you had up there?”
“Can you even spell ‘brain cells’, asshole?” You snap “I’d be surprised if you even knew how to spell your own name.”
“Huh. You know what, you got me there, Sweetheart.” Eddie shrugs “But I can spell yours. Wait, how does it go again? Oh right! B..I..T-“
“Alright! That’s enough!” Ronnie exclaims “It’s too late for this shit. I’m going to bed. Eddie, you know where the spare blankets are. I expect to hear neither of you bickering until after I have my morning coffee tomorrow. Think you both can handle that?”
“No promises.” Eddie smirks facetiously, causing Ronnie to shake her head in annoyance.
She rises from her spot on the couch along with Dougie, both of them retreating into their own respective rooms for the night- leaving just you and Eddie in the living room together.
You didn’t even dare to look at him- instead, scooping your jacket up from where it was draped over the back of the sofa. You stomp off to your room without even saying goodbye, as if you even wanted to- slamming the door to your bedroom closed with a little more force than necessary.
That only left Eddie. Alone on the couch- smirking devilishly to himself. Satisfied that at least he got to have the last jab.
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Ronnie and Dougie’s couch was stiff against his back, making it hard for Eddie to get comfortable. He tossed and turned to try and find a position that was decent enough to fall asleep in but it was no use. He stared up at the ceiling, thinking about how much more comfortable he would be on the floor compared to lying against the tough cushions. That’s when he hears it.
It was quiet but not completely undetectable. If the apartment wasn’t as silent as it was, he wouldn’t have heard it. The faint buzzing sound that was coming from behind the door that was only a mere few feet away from where he was lying on the sofa. The door to your bedroom.
At first, he denied it- trying to put the thought out of his mind as he nestled his head against one of the couch’s throw pillows before closing his eyes and hoping for sleep. He tried to chalk up the light buzzing noise to it being something in the apartment. Something completely normal. Like the hum of the kitchen refrigerator when it kicks on. The fan on the inside of the air conditioning unit. He almost believed it until he heard the unmistakable sound of heavy breathing and panting.
No, it was just his imagination- his brain hearing things that weren’t actually there. He actually believes it for a moment before he hears a moan. A low yet desperate moan. His eyes fly open as his mind begins to process what he’s hearing. You on the other side of his bedroom door- moaning. Were you masturbating?
His brain stitches it all together. The buzzing noises, the heavy breathing, the moans, your failed date earlier that evening. You were in there behind that closed door touching yourself- and you knew that he was lying on the couch only a few feet away. What the actual fuck?
He pulls this blanket over his head, turning onto his side as he tries to block out the sounds but the action is futile. He is now hyper-aware of everything.
The small pants and moans you let out while you, as Eddie assumed, were touching yourself. He tried to calm his body as his heart rate jumped, your noises became whinier and more desperate by the second. Suddenly, his body was really starting to betray him. Before he knew it, blood flow began to rapidly travel south- causing him to become hot and stiff beneath his boxers.
Jesus fucking Christ, this could not be happening…
Then the speed of the buzzing began to increase, growing faster and more frantic. You were jacking up the intensity. Eddie felt like he was dying inside. You, however, must have been dying for more friction, because as soon as the vibrator grew louder, so did the unbelievably sweet noises that you were making.
Fucking hold it together, Eddie thought. You can not be hard right now. Not for her.
But it was pointless. His dick was already rock hard and needy as he listened to the way you breathed and moaned. How your breath would catch every so often as if you were surprised that you could make yourself feel that good. Which only made Eddie wonder what you would sound like if he could make you feel that good. His cock was straining hard and practically throbbing.
No. Stop. Absolutely not. He was not going to fucking jerk off to the sounds of you masturbating. No fucking way.
But then you let out a gasp that caused his heart to skip, almost making him whimper.
God, he was fucking pathetic. A horny pathetic fuck that clearly couldn’t keep his dick under control. Not even when the girl he despised more than anything was the one behind all of the provocative and sexy little noises that he was hearing. But they only grew louder and more frequent. Crescendoing higher as you were starting to reach your peak. It was when he heard you let out a breathy “fuck” that he finally lost his composure.
His hand was shoved down into the front of his boxers within seconds, grabbing onto his hot, heavy length as he shamefully began to stroke it. He couldn’t believe that he was fucking doing this.
“Oh fuck..” He whispers, low enough that no one could hear besides himself.
He was warm and aching against his palm, squeezing his fist with just the right amount of pressure that had him biting his lip as he worked his hand up and down his shaft.
“Shit.” He hisses, listening to your hot and heavy breathing as your moans begin to pitch higher.
The sound of your needy voice was so fucking hot as he pulls his hand off of himself, spitting into it for lubrication as he puts his hand right back where he needed it most- jacking it up and down the length of his dick with a faster pace.
The new speed had him throwing his head back into the pillow beneath it, causing his breathing to quicken as he twisted his fist on the upstroke. The flick of his wrist was delicious as he listened to you whimper and gasp underneath your own touch. You sounded so fucking beautiful- arousing sounds tumbling from your mouth that weren’t the snotty, bitchy remarks that you always make towards him. If only you could sound like this every time you opened your mouth. Maybe he wouldn’t fucking hate you.
You were such a mean, angry, bitter little thing. Always complaining, always emasculating him- never having anything nice to say. But, fuck, you were so goddamn hot. So incredibly fucking sexy. Good enough to bend over and fucking eat. But Eddie hated you too much to ever fucking admit it. Too embarrassed by how you would react if he ever revealed that this was how he felt. How badly he wanted you to shut your mouth and let him fucking take you- to pound all of the meanness out of your body until you’d be syrupy sweet for him.
His imagination mixed with your desperate noises of pleasure only spur him on. God, he wanted to fuck you- he wanted to fuck you badly. He was getting so close to cumming just thinking about it. Thinking about what it would be like if he were the one making you moan like that instead of that annoying little vibrator that started this in the first place.
If he were in that bedroom with you right now, would he be fucking you? Balls deep inside of you until you couldn’t even form words? Or would he have you on your knees with his cock between your lips as he fucked your face until you were gagging around him, taking him back as deep as you could go? Would he have you bent over with your face buried in the mattress so that he wouldn’t have to look at you and be reminded of how much he couldn’t stand you? Showing you that you were nothing but a loud-mouthed fuck toy to him. There was so much for him to fantasize about with your sexy little noises as the backing track to his filthy imaginings. So many horny thoughts and he was so close to cumming.
And clearly, so were you.
Your high-pitched moans reach their peak with a sudden gasp followed by a desperate whisper of “oh my god!”
Eddie’s eyes widen, mouth dropping open as he hears your orgasm, bucking into his fist quickly as he pants and whimpers. He was about to cum and he was gonna cum hard.
He let it take over him, his fist squeezing, hips bucking as he milked himself of his orgasm- he started cumming and he couldn’t stop.
The feeling was mind-blowing as his twitching cock began to spill all over his lower stomach- coating it with his own cum as it came out in heavy spurts that he couldn’t control. It felt good, so fucking good, as he unloaded onto himself.
Your sounds had gone silent on the other side of the door as Eddie tried to catch his breath, his hand releasing his softening cock as it flopped lazily off the side of the couch.
Fuck.
Holy fuck.
Then he sat with it. The fact that he had just made himself come hard for his literal fucking enemy begins to settle over him. He had just jerked off and came…to you. He sits in silence. The post-nut clarity taking over as he laid there. On his friend’s couch. In his underwear. Decorated in his own cum.
a/n: small little enjin drabble i had a thought about 👅 i love me a verbal enjinnnn. minors dni.
the first word that comes to enjin’s mind when he stirs awake is, damn.
waves of pleasure hit his senses almost immediately, a subconscious grunt leaving his lips. “hmm..”
one of his eyes crack open to find you with his dick in your mouth, swirling your tongue around his member in slow, torturous movements.
“baby, are you…? “ he rasps out, peeking down to actually see if you were giving him a blowjob or if he was just imagining it.
you hum around him in response, earning a groan from him.
“fuuck, i love you, sweetheart. you’re so good to me, what did i do to deserve you?”
enjin shifts underneath you, propping himself up with his elbows. your eyes flicker up to meet his, slowly releasing him with a pop and planting a kiss to his tip.
you thumb at the precum that’s already leaking at his slit, before taking him down your throat again, deeper this time.
with eye contact the whole way through.
his hips buck up involuntarily into your mouth, making you choke just a little. “hah, just like that, angel. yeaah, take all of me.”
“that’s a good girl.” enjin praises huskily, his tattooed hand finding its way to the top of your head, pushing some strands away from your face, guiding you on his length gently.
enjin watches you with utter need in his gaze, slowly pushing your head down while watching the spit drip from the corner of your mouth.
“c’mon, doll— f-fuck. y’re doing so good f’me.”
you moan around his length, swirling around a vein and feeling him twitch against your tongue. he’s close.
his chest rises and falls with a string of curses. “g’nna cum, baby,” enjin warns, throwing his head back.
you hollow your cheeks in and enjin’s thighs shake, cumming with your name on his lips in a breathy tone. his ropes coat your mouth and throat as you swallow it all.
you slowly pull off of him after a moment, and enjin immediately reaches to pull you up in an embrace. he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “you’re amazing. you did so well, baby. thank you.”
“wake up, sleepyhead.” you murmur against the crook of his neck.
enjin huffs a laugh in response, “oh, i’m awake, alright.”
do u think enjin or gris would get off on u being super loud .. questions questions 🤔
FINALLY GETTING TO THIS!! mdni.
enjin would. enjin DEFINITELY would get off on you being loud because, well, it means he's doing a good job, isn't he? being able to wrench out all those cute little moans even if you're trying sooo hard to keep them down...he thinks you're the cutest little thing!
it's one thing when you're in either his room or yours, but when things get heated in a public space? oh baby you're in danger. because enjin WILL do his best to make sure someone hears, but he's not going to tell you, no. instead, he'll tease you the wholeeeee time. "what's that, pretty girl? shhhh, you don't want someone to hear us, do ya?" while his mouth makes the loudest and most sinful squelches and slurps on your pussy, big inked hands finding purchase on your ass to keep you glued to his merciless tongue. maybe you're in an alleyway, back pressed against a brick wall, biting into your forearm in a silent attempt at muffling your moans. "nghh...j-jin!" you sob into your bitten skin, the clear struggle in you voice enough to make him leak in his boxers a bit.
yeah, he's just a piece of shit like that.
/i too am using the pretty sparkle dividers now...am i cool?
The cigarette smoke hangs heavily in the air of the motel room. You’d thought to crack open a window after it was obvious Enjin was chain smoking, but somehow the scent began to comfort you. You never much cared for the scent prior to joining the cleaners, but when you began to associate it with him, your tune changed. The stale earthiness of it, the hint of lethality, the undeniable truth that it was, at least in your opinion, an alluring vice to have, it was enough for you to forgo your sensibility.
“Why the fuck aren’t they answering?” You hear him mutter, his black fingernail tapping on the outside of his choker, “Zanka told me he’d call when they got in from training, and if I can’t rely on him then-”
You’d heard quite enough.
“Enjin-” You breathe, turning from the window to face him. “The training grounds are at Cleaner HQ…”
You love the kids, you REALLY do, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t ecstatic when Corvus ordered that you and Enjin go on a mission together.
Arkha was a meddlesome man, although he does an exceptional job at hiding it, and he had long been observing the dynamic between the two of you. Or at least, he recognized the annoying game you were playing.
Enjin was not easily tied down, and you carried too much pride to try and wrangle him. But the chemistry was obvious, even if the two of you were too stubborn to do anything about it. You’d foolishly believed that this would be the perfect opportunity to address the tension, but he’d spent the entire evening pouring over all the worst case scenarios unfolding back at HQ, most of them involving the kids he’d taken (forced) under his wing.
“I know, I know. Just wanna make sure they made it back inside okay; Zanka and Rudo might kill each other if I’m not there to stop them.” He plops into the large arm chair at the front of the motel room, his massive silhouette taking up the entire thing. “God these kids, man. They’ve turned me soft.” He chuckles, shaking his head as he pops the cigarette back to his mouth.
A light bout of laughter leaves your lips, but you’re not fully paying attention. Instead, your eyes zero in on the way his legs spread on the seat of the chair, the way his movements cause the sleeves of his uniform to ride up, allowing you access to the intricate tattoos on his forearms.
You’re truly trying your best to ignore the heat that pools between your legs; an endeavor which is much easier said than done, especially now that you’re being forced to confront it without distractions.
“Riyo wouldn’t let that happen.” You assure him, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, allowing your toes to nearly touch the black leather of his boots. He’d yet to shed any part of his uniform when the two of you had arrived at your shared accommodations, claiming it was ‘just in case’ he had to spring into action, but you knew it was because he had forgotten to pack an extra change of clothes.
“Are you kidding?” He rolls his eyes, blowing out the hit he’d taken, “She’s probably the one stirring the pot.”
You giggle, leaning back and allowing your palms to lay flat against the mattress, propping you up, “Not if I told her I’d pay her 200 galla to keep them in line.”
“Of course you did.” He snorts, but a grin begins forming on his lips. “I gotta admit, they do behave a bit better since you came around, even though I don’t love the fact that you’re bribing them half the time.”
Your toes dig into the carpet, your mind wandering to just how easy it would be to rest them atop Enjin’s boots, “They’re teenagers. Bribing is the only language they understand.”
At that, he chuckles, black fingernails snuffing out the light from his current cigarette, but you can tell by the way they immediately begin tapping on the side table that they are already itching for another.
He’s stressed.
“Enjin.” You say, tilting your head. “I know it’s scary leaving them alone, but I promise you they’re in good hands; they’re literally in the safest place they can be. ”
He sighs, fully flopping into the back of the chair, his fingers carding through the blonde spikes atop his head, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Usually I use solo missions as opportunities to go out, get drunk, maybe meet someone-” He laughs, and you cringe as a pang of jealousy washes over you, “-but things have changed since Rudo came around; so many people are after that kid, it just worries me leaving him alone like that.”
Your heart clenches in your chest and a small smile blooms on your lips, and you finally tap your toe on the top of his boot, “Hey-” You call and his yellow eyes meet yours, “-I hear you, but Rudo is far from being alone. Because of you, he’s alive and surrounded by people you have an interest in keeping him that way.” You let your barefoot linger on the leather as you continue. “Besides, Rudo would be pissed if he knew you were spending your one night away from him, stressing out like this.”
His fingers have found his pack of cigarettes once again, but they don’t open it just yet. Enjin lets out a breath he seemed to be holding as he shakes his head again, “I appreciate you saying all that. I swear I never used to worry like this, maybe it’s a sign I’m getting old.” He jokes, his body tight with tension. “Smoking usually does the trick, but I’ve smoked like 6 in a row.” He rubs his throat, “Shit’s starting to burn.”
There is a moment that settles between the two of you, making way for the quickening heartbeat in your chest.
Why were you suddenly nervous.
“Yeah I don’t think chainsmoking is doing the trick.” You joke, your voice wavering slightly, “Are there other ways you usually de-stress? I think this motel has a bar downstairs.”
The hand that was on Enjin’s throat, slides to the back of his neck as he rubs the skin there, his eyes lighting up with someone you can’t fully pinpoint, “I mean yeah there is, but I can’t exactly do that with you around…”
If your mouth wasn’t dry enough already, Enjin’s words remove all the moisture, your toes stilling on top of his boots. And it’s almost as if he realizes what he’s just said, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of discomfort.
There was none.
“Shit, sorry that was kinda-”
“If you wanna jerk off in the bathroom, Enjin, I’m not going to judge you.” You reply casually, pushing off your palms to fully sit up on the bed. Your legs swing ever so gently and you resist the urge to giggle as he coughs aggressively into his hand.
The chainsmoking had caught up to him, sure, but the boldness of your statement is the true culprit behind his current fit, his eyes widening as he pounds a fist against his chest.
“What the fuck?” He laughs, wiping a tear from his eye, “What’s come over you?”
Licking your lips, you shrug as you allow your eyes to travel down the length of his torso, settling on the crotch of his pants, tilting your head, “Is that not what you meant?”
Enjin tries his best to keep it cool, ignoring the way his boxers begin to tighten, his posture straightening as he chuckles, finally reaching for yet another cigarette.
“It is. But I’m not going to go jerk off with you in the next room, that’d be weird.” He scoffs as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, placing the cigarette between his lips.
And you just sigh, pretending to be perplexed for a moment before saying, “You’re right, it would be weird.” You agree, still eyeing the seam of his utility pants, “Especially when I’m perfectly capable of making you cum…”
Enjin’s eyes widen, and almost unwillingly he drops the lit cigarette in the ash try, his whole body freezing as he gawks at you, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
He’s breathless, his tone bordering on insulted, but the way he leans forward in his chair tells you an entirely different story.
You smooth your hands over your bare thighs, pursing your lips as your eyes finally move from between his legs. A smirk crawls across your lips as you look at him, his adams apple bobbing beneath the skin of his throat.
It wasn’t like Enjin to look nervous, but god you could get used to seeing him this way.
“I mean…we’re friends aren’t we?” You venture, delighting in how quickly he nods in response, “Friends help each other out in times of need.”
Enjin’s frame leans just a bit closer, very distracted by the sight of your lips, his previous affronted expression now hallowing out, making way for something else entirely.
“And what exactly-” His adam’s apple bobs again as he swallows, slower this time. “-do you think I need?”
With his eyes on your lips, you draw your tongue from
your mouth to wet them, alluding to your response. Instead of a verbal answer, you allow yourself to sink to your knees, your body directly facing Enjin who instinctually parts his legs, his cock throbbing beneath the fabric of his pants at the sight of you.
He almost wants to pinch himself, certain he’s having one of his many wet dreams, but the vision of you making your way over to him is far better than anything his imagination could have conjured up.
You’ve settled between his open legs, your hands gently landing upon his knees, and although you can read body language well enough, you still long to hear confirmation that he wants whatever it is you’re about to give him.
“I just think you need to feel good.” You peer up at him through your lashes, your stomach tightening as he looks down at you, his expression a mix of and shock desire. “Can I please make you feel good, Enjin?”
His hand is acting on its own as he reaches down to cup your face, and instantly you taste the cigarette smoke on his thumb as he brushes it over your bottom lip, “With your mouth? Are you sure?”
The sound of his voice, hoarse and nearly broken from the weight of his arousal, does irreparable damage to your resolve, and without thinking you suck his thumb into your mouth. The salt and nicotine flavor of his skin causes you to press your thighs together, the anticipation of tasting the rest of him becoming overwhelming.
Enjin’s lips part, his eyes glued to the motions of your mouth, his stomach dropping from the feeling of you sucking on him.
You make a show of taking his entire thumb between your lips, stopping when you reach the base of it before slowly sucking back up, your eyes never leaving his. Your lips rub up and down on the tip of it as you nod, finally answering his question.
“Please?” You whisper.
Like a man possessed, Enjin’s shaky fingers are flying to the zipper with great urgency, he lifts his ass off the chair and shoves them down until they are resting just above his knees . His movements reveal a prominent bulge beneath his white underwear which has swollen beyond what you could imagine is comfortable.
He was already hard, and you hadn’t even touched him yet.
You bite your lip, drinking in sight of his muscular thighs and imagine what they would feel like on the backs of yours if he were ever bold enough to fuck you like you so desperately wanted.
But you couldn’t get ahead of yourself just yet.
Your friend needs you.
Hooking your fingers beneath the bottoms of his cleaner uniform, you drag them the rest of the way down his long legs, allowing them to pool just on top of his combat boots. You notice then that he’s still leaned forward on the chair, his back likely straining from the tension and gesture for him to lay back, smiling gently.
“Just relax.” You whisper, and instantly he slouches to rest against the back of the chair, but his eyes remain fixed upon your mouth.
You shuffle closer so that your knees are flush with the pile of his pants, finally allowing your fingers to touch him. Goosebumps bloom after every movement of your fingertips as slowly drag them from the swell of his calves, over his kneecaps, and down the soft flesh of his thighs. You hear him inhale as your fingers rest at the bottom of his underwear, delighting in the shiver that rushes up his spine when you tuck them just underneath. His skin is warm, faint hints of musk and cologne wafting off the surface, and that paired with the scent of cigarettes was enough to make you want to devour him.
But you weren’t going to rush through this, not when you’d be wanting for so long.
With something that resembles curiosity, you lean in towards the bulge in his underwear and the tip of your nose finds where you believe the base of his cock to be, before you slowly drag it up the length of him. The heady scent of his arousal is more prominent now as you begin sponging your lips up the path of his erection, your tongue darting out to taste the wet spot that had formed on his boxers. At the feeling of your lips, Enjin hisses above you, his thighs tensing beneath your palms.
“You’re driving me crazy, girl.” He breathes out a shaky laugh, his hand coming down to tuck into your hair, “Is that what you’re trying to do?”
You grin, placing more lust-drunk kisses on his cock, “Maybe a little bit.”
Turning slightly, you place a kiss to his wrist before finally tucking your fingers into the waistband of his underwear. Without hesitation, Enjin is assisting you, lifting himself up as a strained sigh leaves his lips. His cock springs free, lengthy and swollen, the tip of it curved ever so slightly and flushed with the pulsing blood beneath it.
“Never been this hard in my life” He mutters, more to himself than anything, his eyes suddenly zeroing in on the proximity between your lips and his cock.
The sight of him truly destroys you, and if your panties weren’t ruined before, they certainly are now.
“You’re so big.” You whisper, your eyes darting up to his face, watching the way his jaw clenches at your compliment. For the moment, a lopsided grin appears on his face as he stares down at you,
“You gonna suck it for me?” He rasps, his hips lifting ever so slightly, desperate to end your teasing.
Wetting your lips again, you finally close the distance between your mouth and him, your hand accompanying you finding its place at the base of his cock. Using the leverage, you angle him slightly towards you before sliding the swollen tip past your wet lips. At the contact, you hear Enjin’s breath catch in his throat, the sound quickly morphing into a groan, his fingers tightening in your hair.
“Fuck.” He breathes, his stomach caving in at the pleasure, his head falling back against the chair as you begin a slow but devastating rhythm on his cock.
Your mouth and hand work in tandem, cautiously but deliberately exploring the sensitive skin, taking note of the movements that elicit the most noise from Enjin’s lips. Taking him in your mouth is no easy feat, as the length of him far exceeds the capacity of your mouth, but it doesn’t stop you from trying.
You lick along his length, taking in the tang of his skin, and you allow your eyes to fix upon him again, not wanting to miss a single reaction. He’s looking back at you now, eyes hooded and hazy with pleasure, his lips parted to make way for his uneasy breathing; he was truly a sight to behold.
As you trace the tip of your tongue along the curves of his frenulum, you stroke firm motions up the length of his cock, and the combination causes Enjin’s hips to buck up from the chair.
“Oh my fucking god.” He groans, his head falling back again, “What are you doing to me right now?”
His reaction only spurs you on further, wanting him to descend into complete madness.
You hum around his length, focusing your lips on the sensitive tip as your encircled fist comes to join them. Stroking and sucking at the same time, you bob your head with such vigor that your own saliva begins pooling at the base of Enjin’s cock.
He feels his toes curl into the confines of his combat boots, and suddenly he’s feeling way too hot in all of his clothes.
“Don’t stop, fuck, please don’t fucking stop ok? Just needtotakethisoff-“ He rushes out, not wanting to disturb the pleasure you’re giving him as he hastily leans forward to shuck off his coat, allowing it to fold over the chair. He wipes a hand over his face, trying to center himself just as he feels the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. Enjin’s eyes widened before rolling back into his head, his hands now going slack at his sides. “Oh shit.”
You’re giving him all you’ve got, breathing through your nose as you do your best to swallow around him, your hands coming out to brace against his thighs. Enjin’s hips move on their own accord, flexing up towards your lips in an attempt to keep him encased in them. He gathers whatever amount of hair he can, using it to carefully guide the pace, his heart rate hammering against his sternum as he starts babbling whatever obscene thought comes into his head.
“I’ve thought about this for so long, you have no idea.”
“Who taught you how to suck dick like this huh?”
“Do you suck everybody’s dick this good or am I special?”
“You’re so fucking pretty you know that? So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth…”
And all you can do is whine for him, your mouth otherwise occupied, and you were sure you could feel your cunt leaking onto the fabric of your shorts, the neglect between your legs nearly too much to bear. You slowly ease him out of your throat, panting through your nose as your hand quickly replaces your mouth for just a moment. Enjin’s thumb finds your lips immediately, his hand clammy as it cups around your spit-covered chin, and you can’t help but suck on it all over again, not wanting to be without the taste of him.
“I’ve thought about this too.” You breathe, words obscured by the presence of his thumb, and you elicit yet another groan from him as your hand squeezes the shaft of his cock.
You don't want to neglect him for a single moment.
“Yeah?” He sighs, choking out another moan as you begin stroking him, his hips jolting at the sensation, “You think about me?” His brows are drawn together, his yellow eyes piercing into yours.
And you can tell by the way he asks the question that it has a dual meaning. You stroke a little faster, relishing in the sight of his eyes lulling and then rolling back into his head.
“I think about you all the time.” You whisper finally, licking a stripe up his length before sucking him back into your mouth. With ease, you resume your earlier motions, stroking and sucking, humming against his cock in an effort to keep his eyes rolled back.
He deserves it, you think, he deserves to have his dick sucked this good whenever he wants.
Enjin’s nails dig into the arms of the chair, the force nearly piercing the fabric there as his ass threatens to lift off of the cushion. The pleasure is so intense, he feels like he’s going to scream; it almost terrifies him. He feels the familiar sensation of his orgasm brewing in the pit of his stomach, now with an intensity he’s never known before; he feels like he’s going to lose his mind.
“You’re going to make me cum so fucking hard.” And he’s practically whining his warning, his breath picking up to the point of panting. His wild eyes find your own, searching for any sign of hesitation, and instead you hum around his length, mouth too stuffed full of him to tell him to cum.
“In your mouth?” He’s just making sure, his voice completely broken from the sensations currently wrecking his body.
Humming in confirmation, you speed up your motions to the exact speed you’ve learned he loves. A ragged gasp leaves his lips and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth before the first stream of his release hits your tongue.
“Oh my god, ohmygod- oh my fucking-” He chokes out, his eyes squeezing shut as the intensity of his orgasm wrecks his body.
His entire body jolts with the force of it, his load big enough to quickly fill the expanse of your mouth. But with every unsteady spurt of his cum comes the eager motions of your lips, not wanting to waste a single drop, and it does not go unnoticed. Enjin bites the backs of his knuckles, his torso lurching forward as his free hand comes out to grip the side of your cheek.
“Oh fuck- you’re swallowing it aren’t you?” He rasps, his hand tightening on the side of your face, the tonic of oversensitivity beginning to settle in, “Every single drop, such a good girl.”
His praise prompts you to whine around his dick and you almost protest as he slowly guides you off of him, unable to handle your mouth any longer. He notices you pouting, even in such a breathless and fucked out state, and he chuckles swiping his thumb over your lips.
“You gotta give me a second, pretty girl.” He slumps against the chair, face devoid of all previous unease, arms completely limp his sides, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession. “Your mouth- holy fuck, I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
You grin, placing a chaste kiss on the side of his hip before slowly pushing yourself off your knees, which burn from the indents caused by the carpet. “I’m sure you say that to all the girls.”
You make a motion to step away from him, but Enjin’s hands are already on your hips, yanking you back so that you’re straddling his thighs. A gasp leaves your mouth at the sudden proximity but it’s interrupted by the sensation of Enjin’s lips. His lips move deliberately, almost as if he were trying to taste himself on your tongue, his massive hands sliding up the backs of your thighs, settling on your ass. He hums into the kiss, pulling back slightly to peck at your lips,
“Get your ass back here.”
And the normal timbre in his voice is now ragged from your previous endeavor, the mere sound of it going straight between your thighs.
You giggle, his words coming out between several pecks of your lips, your hands settling on his tattooed shoulders. “I’d say my work is done, wouldn’t you?”
Enjin pulls back a bit, a smirk on his lips, golden eyes flashing with something utterly wicked, his grip on your thighs tightening, “You think I’m done with you after you made me cum like that?” He shakes his head, “What kind of man do you take me for?”
He places kisses along your jaw, goosebumps appearing on your skin as he tucks his lips into your neck, and you allow your fingers to card through the soft blonde of hair.
“I was just being a good friend, I don’t expect anything in return.” You insist, but the way he’s kissing your neck is causing your eyes to flutter shut, your head growing slack as you lean against him.
As innocent as your comment was, it has Enjin pulling back from your neck to gawk at you,
“Friend?” He questions, his brows raising.
Before you’re able to answer, a dark chuckle leaves his lips, and his hand comes up to grip your chin, forcing you to look directly into his eyes.
“We’ll see if you’re still calling me your friend after what I’m about to do to you.”
I’m sorry but I’m gonna judge a movie with a 250 million budget and Oscar winning director harsher than I judge a musical made by a (formerly) smaller artist that started posting his music on TikTok for the fun of it
hearing anything about the nolan odyssey is so funny. it's like "they cut the extremely important and infamous nobody scene" "the cyclops is a giant puppet that they put in an actual historical cave + gave circe animatronics for her pig transformation instead of cgi" "they dumped plastic skeletons in an environmentally protected location they were not supposed to be in" "they recreated ancient greek instruments in order to have an accurate score" "all of odysseus's agency is basically gone" "anne hathaway actually learned how to weave ancient looms" "the women in this movie are treated like shit" "they actually buried actors alive to get those underworld shots" "did you see what the fuck zendaya was fucking wearing holy shit you can't DO THAT, MA'AM" "what do you mean there was a legitimate epic the musical reference" "NOT A SINGLE FUCKING GREEK WAS CAST IN THIS MOVIE"
like did nolan have two guys standing at his side at all times whispering ideas in his ear and one told the truth and the other told lies and they didnt tell him which was which until they wrapped production cause
