Tags: Ftm reader // Bottom reader // Top Nanami Kento // Vaginal sex // Multiple orgasms // Praise // Vouyerism
It’s been 3 years now of Gojo and Geto constantly teasing your boyfriend.
You and Kento got together pretty early on, all the way back in your first year. But your relationship was private. Not a secret, per se. Just private. Neither of you saw any reason to blatantly show it off, unlike a certain pair of upperclassmen.
Due to their lack of knowledge regarding you two’s relationship, Gojo and Geto never missed an opportunity to tease and prod Kento, asking him when he plans on getting into a relationship, when he’s going to lose his virginity.
Strange, invasive questions. You were convinced they had a crush on him or something. It was the only explanation you could think of, especially considering the fact that he was the only one they did this to.
You eventually decided to bring it up to him.
“Kento. I think those idiots have a crush on you.” You said seriously. You didn’t even have to mention them by name for him to know who you were talking about.
He cocked an eyebrow, staring at you in silence for a few seconds. “...Really?” He finally said, sounding skeptical.
“Come on. Surely you’ve noticed the way they treat you? They’re pretty much flirting with you.” You reasoned, trying not to sound exasperated. It was hard, though, when the topic in question was others flirting with your boyfriend.
“I was actually thinking that they have a thing for you.” He admitted. “And I was under the impression that you thought so too.”
Ha. As if. That would be crazy, wouldn't it?
“Well. This is quite a predicament. But what makes you think that they’re attracted to me?” You raised an eyebrow.
He stared at you. The two of you held eye contact in silence for a good few seconds before he finally answered.
“The way they look at you.” He paused. “To be more specific, when and how they look at you. Whenever they crack their dumb jokes, they check to see if you’re laughing. Whenever they think they’re being cool, they glance at you to see if you noticed.”
This was certainly a lot to process, wasn’t it? Both of you have been under similar impressions, but in opposite directions. And both of you had good reasons behind your thinking.
“So.” You started, your tone unsure and awkward.
“So?” Kento looked a little incredulous.
“I don't know. I don't think I'm wrong, but I don't think you are either.” Your admission came as a surprise to him.
“What if...” He trailed off, looking like he had disgusted himself with his own thoughts. “What if we're both right?”
The realization that dawned on you was... quite an experience.
“I am definitely not in the mood for sex tonight.” You sighed. He nodded empathetically.
Okay, the truth is... You were absolutely in the mood.
You were in his bed, cuddled into his chest as he read some study material. Your thoughts were completely preoccupied with you actively trying not to hump against his leg.
It wasn’t too late at night. Which meant that it was absolutely a perfect time for lovemaking.
You laid there, unnaturally still, for a few minutes as you thought back to all the nights you two had shared every day of the week.
“Is something wrong?” Kento finally spoke up, noticing how oddly stiff you were.
How were you supposed to explain to him that you were uncomfortably wet right now?
You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to remain composed. “How many pages do you have left?” You asked seriously. You didn't know how much more you could take. Your own thoughts were riling you up.
He raised an eyebrow, sensing your urgency. “Two more. What's wrong?” His tone carried a touch of concern, his expression betraying his worry.
“Nothing.” You said quickly. You could wait. Just let him finish his work. You can do this.
You pressed your thighs tightly together as he sighed, going back to studying. Each second felt like torture. You wanted your lips on his, his hands on your body, his fucking cock in you-
No. It wasn’t a want. It was a need. You needed to hold him close as he filled you up in the way that nobody else could.
You were so tense from the way your thighs were clenched together, rubbing against each other in a desperate attempt to get friction.
The sound of Kento flipping through his papers filled the room, and his hand landed on your thigh shortly after, squeezing it.
You gasped, turning your head to him. He had an adorable pink dusting his cheeks but tried to look casual, his eyes following the words rather than meeting yours.
You were sure you had a particularly goofy, bashful grin on your face right now. But you didn't care. You were giddy with excitement for tonight. You knew he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.
He did his best to remain nonchalant until he finally finished, then he shoved everything away in a rush, the facade slipping away quickly.
You turned around in his lap, facing him. Your hands planted on either side of him as you looked at him with undisguised hunger. “Drop your pants.” You rasped out. You've waited enough. You need him now.
A small smile cracked on his face and he gently pushed you away so he could maneuver out of his clothes. You scrambled to get yours off, wincing slightly as you peeled your soaked underwear off.
Both of your clothes lay on his floor in a heap, long-forgotten already. You shifted your knees to pin one on either side of his hips, straddling him. His skin was smooth under your hands as you ghosted over his shoulders, the two of you breathing shakily.
Your lips practically devoured him, your fingers digging into his biceps while he settled on your waist, pulling you that tiny bit closer.
He parted his lips, and your tongues clashed. You wiggled your hips as you tried to find the right angle to sink into.
One of his hands moved down your waist, your hips, and onto his cock, holding it in place as you aligned yourself. Both of you moaned as it slipped in.
You shakily settled yourself onto his lap, giving yourself a few seconds to breathe and adjust before you lifted your hips. As soon as you slammed down, he grabbed your hips and squeezed, throwing his head back. Your mouth trailed down to his cheek, his jaw, then his neck, pressing wet kisses against his skin until you settled on his pulse. Another lift and drop of your hips, and you bit down with a moan, shivering as he whimpered into the air.
Once you got started, you couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow down. You bounced on him, biting and kissing him as his hands guided your hips. Both of you were loud and unashamed, lost in the sensations of each other’s bodies.
You were greedy, wanting- no, needing more, letting go of his bicep with one hand so that you could part your folds and rub your clit, crying out against his neck as you twitched with pleasure.
His hips thrusted upwards to meet yours, slamming deeply into you. You knew you wouldn’t be able to last long, not when his cock was pressing against your g-spot over and over and over and- oh god, your mind was going blank.
Time flew by as the two of you writhed and moaned, intertwined with one another. That coil in your stomach simply kept tightening, more and more, until it snapped.
And just like that, you were louder than before, clawing at his arms as you felt yourself convulse around him, on top of him, falling apart and coming together.
He moaned, loud and deep, finally letting go and spurting deep inside you.
Neither of you stopped moving though, riding each other's orgasms out and milking them for all they're worth. It didn't end until you collapsed into his chest, and he flopped down onto the bed.
As you came down from the high, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. And another, and another, and yet another-
He laughed slightly against your lips as he kissed you back, too worn out to do anything more than kiss and cuddle.
The room was quiet, with the exception of heavy breathing. And then, it gradually turned to soft snores.
That night, your sleep was filled with vivid dreams, odd, love confessions and messy sex. It was flashbang after flashbang, over and over.
You woke up gasping, drenched in sweat. Luckily, Kento was still sound asleep, despite your disturbance.
You peeled yourself off of him with a wince, grimacing at how sticky the two of you were.
Your footsteps were barely audible as you trotted over to the bathroom to relieve yourself and wash up, just a little. Your crotch, hands, and face felt refreshed, though you unfortunately couldn't say the same about your body as a whole. Your legs and hips felt sore from your little ‘exercise’ earlier that night, and you smelled strongly of sweat and sex... Those sheets are in definite need of being changed.
That was a problem for tomorrow, though. For now, you'll just continue cuddling your boyfriend and sleeping peacefully.
Oddly enough, the two of you have been more... hungry, ever since then. What started with kisses in abandoned classes slowly grew to handsy makeout sessions, where you would unbutton each other's shirts to leave hickeys where nobody could see.
Your relationship had become so tense, and neither of you could stop necking at each other, regardless of where you were or what time it was.
Just yesterday, you had sex right in the supply closet- it had been after school, and you were the only ones in the entire building.
It wasn't necessarily about the fact that you were having sex in public, it was moreso that your appetite had grown so much that no amount of fucking could whet it. The two of you had become so hungry, so lustful.
And so carelessly desperate.
It was really only a matter of time until you escalated to oh-so-subtly bending over to tie your shoes in an abandoned classroom, just a few minutes after Yu had left to go on a mission.
Kento noticed your sneaky flirtation and he, of course, took the bait.
You hardly had a moment of notice before his hand found the back of your neck, pulling your lips onto his. Even without words, you could tell how hard he was holding back. Each lick and nip was restrained, keeping the gates closed to the sheer amount of wild lust he was feeling.
He blindly groped at the door to close it as the two of you made your way over to the nearest desk, with him immediately breaking away to take a breath and bend you right over that desk.
The way you shakily exhaled could've easily been mistaken for a nervous laugh, though it was really anything but. You were by no means nervous or apprehensive. You were excited. Where else but the classroom did you have a flat surface that was the perfect height for this position?
It had never really been a comfortable possibility in the dorms, but now? Right here, in that class that had been used for lessons just barely an hour ago? Truly, you couldn't find anywhere better.
You lifted your hips and pulled your pants and underwear down in one go, dropping them all the way to your ankles. Behind you, you could hear him doing the same.
He let out a quiet groan as he pressed a soft kiss to your folds, and the sudden contact made you giggle slightly.
It was without question that he would most likely love to indulge in the taste of you, but you were far too impatient for that right now.
“Kento, hurry up..." You pleaded, putting in extra effort to make your voice sound all needy. The two of you have been really into neediness ever since the talk, but it was totally unrelated. Yep. Totally.
He held your hips, spreading your cheeks apart with his thumbs. “You have no idea..." He sucked in air through his teeth. “How delicious you look right now. Fuck.” He almost sounded pained, the tone of his voice sending a flash of heat through your stomach.
“Come on..." You urged, making his grip tighten, almost bruising. You wouldn't mind if he actually did bruise you, the soreness would be a reminder of how badly he needs you. And you knew he'd pepper you with so much gentle affection afterwards.
You felt his tip pressing against your entrance, your stomach twisting with excitement at the familiar feeling of its weight and shape. You bit your lip and groaned as he sunk into you slowly, and you could hear him moaning behind you.
As his hips made contact with your ass, you arched your back further, a relieved sigh escaping your lips at the pressure against your g-spot.
He leaned in, his chest pressed against your back as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. A breathless half-laugh bubbled out of you when his tongue darted out, tasting the delicate skin of your throat.
His hips pistoned back and forth carelessly, and you bounced yours back on his, needily chasing after pleasure.
You spread your legs wide enough for your hands to slip in between, pulling your folds apart to expose your clit. You whimpered and jolted when your finger lightly grazed it, squeezing around him.
“Fuck.” He groaned, nails digging into your hips. “You're so–... So fucking good.” You felt your walls flutter, throbbing in response to his praise.
“Love you.” You choked out, thighs trembling wildly. He smiled against your neck, pressing a kiss to it before replying. “I love you too.” His every word sounded strained, forced out of his mouth in lieu of moans.
Your clothes were stuck to you like a second skin, soaked with sweat, but it was hardly a concern for you. You kept up that perfect pressure on your clit while he thrusted into you at just the right angle to slam into that spot, over and over again.
Your vision was blurred with tears and sweat, eyes rolled back in pleasure. You were sure Kento was in a similar state, considering the sounds he was making.
His teeth grazed your neck as he trailed his mouth upwards, nipping at your jaw. Your free hand shakily made its way to his hair, gripping it firmly.
You two were so lost in your own little bubble that neither of you noticed the door creaking open, knocking against the wall with a dull thud.
Your clit throbbed with need, your walls achingly desperate to keep getting filled. You grinded back on him and practically wailed as your stomach coiled further and further, waves crashing inside you.
With the way you were clenching around him, squeezing over and over, it was only inevitable that he, too, would finish.
He scraped his teeth down from your jaw to your shoulder, mouth sliding under your clothes to sink into your skin as he spurted inside you. He shuddered and moaned, the sound muffled against your scapula.
“Mph..." You sighed. “Don't move.”
“I don't think I can.” He admitted, massaging your hips lazily. He was still grinding inside you, though his movements slowed as he softened.
You two got to enjoy your post-coital bliss for barely two minutes before an agitating voice spoke up.
“Woah.” Gojo whistled. “I didn't know our kouhai were so lustful. Getting it on in a classroom? So naughty.”
“You think you can give us an encore? That was quite the performance.” Geto chimed in. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
“Can you two fuck off already? Perverts.” Your boyfriend snapped. “How long were you just standing there, watching us? Don't you have anything better to do?”
“Hey, don't call us perverts. We're not the ones who were having sex where anyone could walk in and see.” The tallest student whined.
“Just... Go away.” You muttered, embarrassed. Your walls subconsciously fluttered and clenched around Kento, forcing a hiss out of him. “We have to clean up.”
“Our kouhai are right.” A certain ravenette simpered. “Just look at the state they're in. They're clearly getting all worked up. We better give them some privacy.”
The two of them laughed, and you would've cursed them out if you weren't so weak from your orgasm.
“You two are assholes.” The blonde muttered through gritted teeth, making them laugh harder.
“Oh my god! You're hard again!” Gojo gasped out, laughing hysterically. “Why don't you give us a show?”
“Are you seriously using your six eyes to look at my boyfriend's dick?” You snapped, cheeks flushed for reasons beyond the intense sex you just had.
“Yeah.” He replied, with not a single hint of shame.
“Throw something at them.” You whispered to your boyfriend, but he only squeezed your hips in response.
“Encore! Encore! Encore!” The two strongest idiots began chanting.
“For fuck’s sake.” Kento murmured. You shivered as you felt his cock twitch inside you.
“If we do it, will you fuck off?” You finally snapped.
The smug look on their faces made you want to punch them.
Your hole clenched around nothing as Kento suddenly pulled out of you.
Before you could say anything, he plunged back in, making you moan loudly.
His rhythm was hard and fast, practically fucking his irritation away.
You gripped the desk, smushing your face against it as you let out embarrassingly needy noises.
His hips were loudly smacking against your ass with each thrust, nearly drowning out the sounds of your soaked cunt.
You had no idea what those two were up to. You weren't looking at them. You couldn't bring yourself to.
You clenched tightly around him at the thought, making him curse under his breath.
He slipped a thumb between your legs, sliding it along your sopping folds to find your throbbing clit. You got louder when he pressed against it.
All the rubbing and thrusting and the feeling of being watched were getting too much, especially because you had just came not too long ago.
The two of you were noisy and messy, indulging yourselves thoroughly.
You whimpered and reached back to grip his thigh, your nails digging in. His pace stuttered in response as he moaned loudly.
You bit your lip, hips grinding against his hand.
Any moment now, something would give, though you weren't sure what it was. Were your legs going to give out, losing their strength? Was your sanity slipping away? Or was it that painfully tight coil in your stomach, threatening to snap?
Maybe it was all three. Your knees were already feeling weak. You felt insane for fucking in a classroom in front of the world's most annoying clowns. And any moment now, that dam inside you was going to burst.
Kento leaned down to press desperate, wet kisses all over your cheeks, jaw, neck. You nearly fell right then and there.
Your nails dug deep into his thigh as you cried out loudly and came for the second time. You felt like you were crashing– like you'd jumped out of a plane with no parachute. Everything was happening all too quick with you having no control.
You squirted all over him, the liquid dripping everywhere messily.
In return, you felt his nails dig into your hips as his pace got faster, more desperate. He came inside you again. He was spurting for a good few seconds, this load thicker than the last.
The two of you panted and gasped, having no strength left.
And your stupid audience clapped.
