cw: mdni 18+, non-curse AU, pathetic!choso, submissive!choso, eating you out, explicit
word count: 800+
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"Y/N, i'm sorry," he says "Please forgive me"
You had just come out the shower, drying your hair, still upset at him. But you couldn't help but appreciate the way he was apologising to you. You hadn't said a word to him since the argument, and slammed the door to take a shower.
His hooded eyes looking at you – pleading. He couldn't stand seeing you mad, it made him put his ego aside and simply beg you till you forgave him.
This time you really weren't giving in easy.
"Please," he gets on his knees right beside you and holds your hips, placing his head on your lower stomach, where your towel almost ended.
He looks up at you, chin resting on you, tears welling up in his eyes. It caused him physical pain to see you ignore him.
He couldn't help but think you looked so stunning from this angle. Small droplets of water trickling down from your hair to his face, combining with his tears.
He was completely and utterly obsessed with you – begging you for mercy. He had zero shame for you. Zero dignity.
Nothing else mattered to him right now, other than gaining a bit of your validation – which just might send him to orbit at this point.
"How can I make it up to you?" he asks softly. You look down at him, wiping the tears from his face with your thumb, his flushed supple skin, trembling under your touch.
He almost whimpered at the simple touch from you, eyes closing trying to take this all in. His grip on your hips tightening, eagerly waiting for a response.
You slowly unravelled your towel, throwing it to the ground.
He almost cried at the sight of you. He traced the edges and curves of your body with his dark brown orbs, filthy worshipping thoughts in his mind. You held his face, taking one look at him before telling him.
"Kiss me"
He takes one longing look at you, before taking one long lick between your legs. His broad shoulders spreading you open, causing you to lean against the bathroom sink – never breaking eye-contact.
He drags his tongue across your inner folds, circling your clit before sucking on it's tip, causing you to arch your back and grind into his mouth. He whimpers into your pussy from the sheer taste of you, his hands wandering and grabbing your thighs to hold you still.
"I'm so sorry" he muffles against your pussy. His tongue flicked to the bottom of your cunt, basically making out with your hole out of control, making your eyes roll back at his shameless desperation.
You grab a hold of his messy brown hair, knotted between your fingers, pulling him in deeper. He sucks on your swollen clit, devouring it like it was his last meal.
"Forgive me" Buried between your thighs, he watched your every reaction – making sure to suck on just the right spot that made you tremble and moan above him.
"You're so fucking...pretty" he whines below you, tongue flattening and stroking through your slit, sloppy wet sounds was all you could hear from his face. You rode his face, rubbing your clit on his nose, while his tongue pushes inside you in sloppy strokes – responding with stifled pathetic groans.
Your thighs clench around his face, the vibration from his moaning helping you reach your peak. He lets you take the lead, responding to your hand fisted in his hair, grabbing the countertop to keep balance from the mere force of his face eating you out. He was so greedy.
"You taste so...nghh.. good" he can't even form words from the downright need he had for your wet cunt. He's drowning under the weight of you and he wants more.
Your hips start rolling harder in his mouth, smothering him with your pussy, his cheeks and tongue completely coated with your juices. He slides a finger into your folds. Needy.
He whimpers the more you ride him, reaching your climax and finally cumming on his face, both of you moaning in unison. He holds your hips in place, slurping you up fast as you gushed on him.
He doesn't leave between your thighs, staying there just admiring you from below, kissing your soaked and swollen clit, tongue darting in to get every drop of you and licking his lips.
You bring him up holding his face, and kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. He melts into you, kissing you back with more passion than ever. Like he was ready for round two.
"I forgive you" you mumble against his lips. He grins like he's the happiest man alive and kisses you again.
"Please let me kiss you again" he says, definitely not insinuating your face.
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a/n: yikes this was feral asf lemme calm down lmaoo
a man who isn't afraid to whine, moan, groan, you name it. and nothing turns you on more than your sweet boyfriend leaning over you, trying so hard to fuck you properly but you just feel so, so good around him. he can't get a single word out, not one moment of praise, he's completely overtaken by you and how amazing you feel.
absolutely ravishing, the way he fully indulges himself in the searing bliss of intimacy. he can't help but cry out broken whines of your name every time your hips sink onto his. he holds onto you so tightly, like you'd be reduced to nothing but a fleeting dream if he were to let go.
"mmmh...mm! baby, s' so good... so tight, all for me..."
you hear him the best when he's got you bent over, back arched over you, pounding into you from behind. each buck of his hips sends the absolute cutest ripples through your body, and he just can't help but moan at the sight of it. he's leaned over you, chin resting on your shoulder, whining and breathing sweetness right into your ear.
"aah, n..need more, little more f'me baby, please... mm!"
even when you're apart, he'll make sure you know exactly how much he misses you. you'll be receiving voicenotes and video clips of him touching himself, fisting his cock with such desperation that you can't help but feel bad that you aren't there to help him.
"need you here... mm- need you, m'body needs you... can't take it.. mmh!"
your sweet boy, with the sweetest voice, all yours.
i'd insert: DAZAI, VARKA, CHOSO, CHUUYA, WRIOTHESLEY, KAZUHA, GOJO, SYLUS, CALEB + all your favs <3
-> just trust them when they ask you to sit on their face
ft. toji, gojo, geto, choso, sukuna, higuruma.
cw. mdni. explicit content, established relationship, face riding, tongue fucking, nose riding (higuruma), praise kink, dirty talk, overstimulation.
TOJI FUSHIGURO
"can you sit on it?"
toji’s sprawled out on the bed like he owns the damn thing, shirtless, that dingy white tank tossed somewhere on the floor hours ago. his murky dark hair’s a mess from your fingers earlier, scarred lip curled in that lazy, shit-eating smirk while he palms his fat cock through his sweats. the room still smells like the two of you—sweat, cum, that cheap cologne he wears that always sticks to your skin for days. you’re straddling his thighs already, panties soaked and sticking to your puffy cunt, thinking he’s about to yank you down and split you open again like he always does.
you bite your lip, already rocking your hips a little, thinking fuck yeah—ride him reverse cowgirl so he can watch that ass bounce like he loves. your hands slide up his chest, nails dragging over the hard ridges of his abs. “yeah? you want me to ride you, baby?”
toji’s smirk widens, dangerous. he doesn’t grab your hips like usual. instead he taps two thick fingers against his own mouth—those scarred lips, the one with that sexy little slit right in the middle—and tilts his head back against the pillow. “nah. sit on it. right here.”
your brain short-circuits for a second. you freeze, thighs squeezing around his waist like you can hide how your pussy just clenched hard enough to leak fresh slick down your inner thigh. “toji… you mean—on your face?”
he chuckles, deep and nasty, the sound vibrating through his chest. “what the fuck else would i mean, dumbass? c’mere. sit that pretty pussy on my tongue and let me eat.”
heat floods your face so fast it burns. you shake your head quick, trying to scoot back off his lap even though your cunt is throbbing at the idea. “no. no way. that’s—that’s too embarrassing, toji. i can’t just—sit on your face like that. what if i suffocate you or—or it’s too much or—”
he cuts you off with a rough palm sliding up your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to leave fingerprints. “too embarrassing?” his voice drops, mocking. “after i’ve had you bent over the kitchen counter with my tongue in your ass? after you’ve squirted all over my face twice this week already? c’mon, babygirl. don’t get shy on me now.”
you whine, hiding your face in your hands, but your hips twitch anyway, betraying you. his fingers keep stroking higher, teasing the soaked crotch of your panties, pressing the fabric right against your swollen clit until you gasp. “toji… i dunno…”
“yeah you do.” he yanks you forward by the hips, manhandling you up his body until your knees are planted on either side of his head. the mattress dips under your weight. you’re hovering now, thighs trembling, that dripping cunt inches above his mouth. his breath is hot against your panties, making you shiver. “look at her. already fuckin’ drooling for me. you really gonna make me beg, huh?”
you peek down through your fingers. toji’s staring up at you like a starving man, green eyes dark, tongue sliding slow and deliberate over that scarred lip. the sight makes your stomach flip and your pussy clench so hard you feel it in your toes. “i… i don’t wanna hurt you—”
he laughs again, the sound pure filth. “hurt me? princess, i want you to fuckin’ smother me. i want this sloppy little cunt grinding all over my face till i can’t breathe. now sit. before i drag you down myself.”
you hesitate one more second—heart hammering, face burning, pussy absolutely weeping—then slowly lower yourself. the second your soaked panties brush his mouth, toji groans like you just fed him heaven. he hooks two fingers in the crotch and yanks them to the side, exposing your puffy, glistening folds completely.
“fuuuck, there she is,” he growls, hot breath fanning over your clit. “look at that pretty pussy. all puffy and drippy just from me talkin’ dirty. c’mere, baby—sit.”
you sink the rest of the way down.
his tongue is on you instantly—thick, hot, and filthy. he drags it slow and flat from your leaking hole all the way up to your throbbing clit, lapping up every drop of slick like he’s been dying for it. the scar on his lip catches on your sensitive flesh and you jolt, a broken “ah—!” ripping out of you.
“mngh—toji—!”
he doesn’t give you time to adjust. both huge hands grip your ass cheeks and spread you wide open, thumbs digging into the soft meat so he can bury his face deeper. his nose grinds right against your clit while his tongue fucks into your cunt—wet, obscene slurping sounds filling the room as he eats you like a man possessed. loud, messy, starving. sluuuurp—sluuuurp—sluuuurp.
your hands fly to the headboard for balance, thighs shaking so bad you almost collapse. “oh my god—fuck—your tongue—!”
toji hums against your pussy, the vibration shooting straight to your core. he pulls back just enough to spit a thick glob of saliva right on your clit, then sucks it back in with your juices, lips wrapping around the swollen nub and suckling hard. your eyes roll back. your hips twitch involuntarily, grinding down harder.
“that’s it,” he mumbles into your cunt, voice muffled and wet. “ride my fuckin’ face, pretty girl. use me. grind that sloppy pussy all over my tongue like the nasty little thing you are.”
embarrassment burns in your chest but the pleasure is so much louder. you start moving—slow at first, rolling your hips in tiny circles, smearing your slick all over his mouth, his nose, his chin. every time you drag your clit over that scar it feels like lightning. toji’s groaning nonstop now, the sound vibrating through your folds, making your walls flutter.
“f-fuck—feels so good—your mouth—ahh—!” you whine, voice cracking.
he spanks your ass hard, the sharp smack echoing. “louder. i wanna hear how good i’m eating this pussy. c’mon—ride me proper.”
you break.
your hips snap down harder, grinding with purpose now, fucking yourself on his tongue like it’s his cock. the wet, filthy sounds get louder—schlick-schlick-schlick—your juices and his spit dripping down his chin, soaking the sheets under his head. toji’s tongue is everywhere: spearing deep into your hole, curling against that spongy spot inside you, flicking your clit in rapid little strokes, then sucking it back into his mouth so hard your toes curl.
“toji—shit—i’m—i’m gonna—!”
he growls, the sound animalistic, and shoves his tongue even deeper, nose buried so tight against your clit you see stars. one hand leaves your ass to reach up and pinch your nipple through your tank top, twisting just right. the other hand stays glued to your ass, guiding you, forcing you to ride his face faster, messier.
your thighs are trembling violently now. you’re not even pretending to be quiet anymore—loud, shameless moans and whimpers pouring out of you while you hump his face like a bitch in heat. “toji—fuck—your tongue feels so fucking good—don’t stop—please don’t stop—!”
he answers by sucking your clit harder, tongue lashing side to side, spit and slick absolutely everywhere. it’s dripping down his neck, coating his stubble, making the most obscene wet noises you’ve ever heard. your pussy is clenching, fluttering, gushing. you can feel it building—hot, intense, almost scary.
“gonna—gonna cum—gonna cum on your face—!”
toji moans loud and deep, the vibration pushing you straight over the edge.
you shatter.
your whole body locks up, thighs clamping around his head like a vice as you grind down hard, riding out the orgasm on his tongue. your cunt spasms, squirting clear slick all over his mouth, his chin, his neck—messy, filthy, soaking him completely. you’re screaming his name, head thrown back, hips jerking wildly while he keeps licking and sucking and drinking every drop like he’s dying of thirst.
“mngh—fuck—yes—good girl—keep fuckin’ cumming—give it all to me—!”
you don’t stop. the orgasm rolls into another one almost immediately because he doesn’t let up—tongue still buried deep, lips suctioned around your clit, sucking through the aftershocks until you’re sobbing and shaking and trying to lift off because it’s too much.
toji yanks you right back down with both hands, burying his face even deeper.
“where the fuck you goin’? i ain’t done. sit. keep ridin’ this tongue till i say so.”
you whimper, broken and overwhelmed, but your hips start moving again—slow, sloppy rolls at first, then faster as the pleasure builds right back up. your second orgasm hits even harder, pussy gushing all over his face again while you ride him like you’re trying to break his neck.
toji’s groaning nonstop now, the sound pure sex, his cock twitching untouched against his abs, leaking all over his stomach. he’s rock hard just from eating you, from the way you’re smothering him, from the way your thighs are shaking around his ears.
“that’s my nasty girl,” he growls between long, filthy licks. “look at you—ridin’ my face like you were born for it. pussy so fuckin’ wet it’s drippin’ down my throat. you love this, don’t you? love smotherin’ your man with this greedy little cunt.”
you can’t even speak anymore—just broken moans and whimpers and his name over and over while you grind and ride and cum again, soaking his face completely. your juices are everywhere—shiny on his cheeks, dripping from his chin, matting his hair. he looks wrecked. he looks fucking gorgeous.
toji finally pulls back just enough to gasp for air, lips swollen and glistening, scar shiny with your cum. he grins up at you, eyes half-lidded and feral.
“good fuckin’ girl. now keep that arch—i’m still starved.”
and he dives right back in, tongue spearing deep, sucking your clit like he wants to pull another orgasm out of you before you even catch your breath.
you’re not getting off this face anytime soon.
and honestly?
you don’t want to.
GOJO SATORU
you’re straddling gojo’s lap on the massive couch in his penthouse, the city lights twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him like nothing matters but the ache between your thighs. you’ve been horny all damn day—wet since morning, panties ruined from just thinking about him, and now he’s home, blindfold off, those insane blue eyes glowing with that cocky, knowing smirk while his big hands rest on your hips. your skirt’s already hiked up, slick soaking through the thin fabric of your panties and smearing against the bulge in his pants.
“satoru… please,” you whimper, grinding down on him slow and needy, voice all breathy and desperate. “help me out. i’m so fucking wet it hurts.”
gojo chuckles low, that rich, teasing sound that always makes your pussy flutter. he tilts his head, white hair messy from your fingers earlier, lips curved in that infuriatingly hot way. “sit on it then.”
you blink, heart skipping. your hips stutter against him. “i what?”
he licks his lips—slow, deliberate, that pretty pink tongue dragging over them like he’s already tasting you. his eyes drop to your soaked crotch, then back up, darker now, pupils blown wide. “sit on it, baby. right on my tongue. c’mon… don’t make me wait when that pretty pussy’s crying for me.”
fuck. the words hit you like a spark straight to your clit. heat floods your face but it only makes you wetter—slick gushing fresh between your folds, panties clinging obscenely. you’re hornier than you’ve ever been, thighs trembling around his waist as you stare at that perfect mouth. “satoru…”
“yeah?” he grins, hands sliding up under your skirt to squeeze your ass, spreading your cheeks a little like he’s already imagining it. “you heard me. sit on my face and ride it till you can’t think straight. i want that sloppy cunt smothering me.”
you don’t even hesitate anymore. you shove him back against the couch cushions, climbing higher, knees sinking into the soft leather on either side of his head. gojo’s already licking his lips again, eyes locked on your dripping core like it’s his favorite meal. you hook your fingers in your panties and yank them to the side, exposing your puffy, glistening pussy—swollen clit peeking out, folds shiny and messy with arousal.
“fuck… look at her,” he groans, voice dropping into that husky register that makes your stomach flip. “so fucking pretty and wet. all for me.”
you lower yourself slowly at first, hovering just above his mouth, teasing. his hot breath fans over your sensitive flesh and you shiver hard. then his hands grip your ass tight and pull you down.
the second your cunt meets his tongue, you both moan.
gojo doesn’t start gentle—he never does. his thick tongue drags flat and heavy from your leaking hole all the way up to your throbbing clit in one long, filthy stripe, collecting every drop of your slick like he’s starving. “mmph—fuck, baby, you taste so good,” he mumbles right against your pussy, the vibration shooting sparks up your spine.
“ah—satoru—!” your hands fly to the back of the couch for balance as he dives in deeper. his lips seal around your clit and suck, tongue flicking fast and nasty against the swollen nub while his nose presses into your mound. loud, wet slurping sounds fill the room instantly—obscene, messy schlick-schlurp-schlurp as he eats you like a man who’s been denied for weeks.
your thighs shake. you can’t help it—you start grinding, rolling your hips in slow circles, smearing your juices all over his mouth, his chin, the tip of his nose. gojo groans loud and deep, the sound muffled between your legs but vibrating straight through your core. his tongue pushes inside you, fucking in and out, curling against that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back.
“oh my god—your tongue—fuck, it’s so deep—” you whine, voice cracking as pleasure crashes over you. you’re riding his face now, properly, hips moving faster, ass bouncing lightly with every roll. his hands knead your cheeks, spreading you wider so he can bury himself even deeper, tongue thrusting harder, lips sucking noisily on your clit.
he’s rock hard underneath you. you can feel his massive cock straining against his pants, twitching and throbbing every time you grind down and moan his name. gojo’s groaning nonstop now—deep, guttural sounds that get louder the messier you get. your slick is everywhere: dripping down his chin, coating his cheeks, soaking into the collar of his shirt. the wet sounds are filthy, pornographic—your pussy squelching against his tongue, his lips smacking loudly as he devours you.
“satoru—shit—feels so fucking good—!” you cry out, leaning forward, one hand tangling in his snowy hair as you ride him harder. your clit drags over that perfect tongue over and over, the pressure building fast and intense. he’s sucking on it now, alternating between hard pulls and rapid flicks that make your toes curl and your vision blur.
gojo pulls back just enough to gasp, lips shiny and swollen, strings of your arousal connecting his mouth to your cunt. “that’s it, baby—ride my tongue. fuck my face like you mean it,” he pants, voice wrecked. then he dives back in, tongue spearing deep again, groaning so loud it sends fresh vibrations through your walls. “mmph—go faster. c’mon, pretty girl… you can do better than that.”
you whimper at the teasing edge in his voice, the way he’s challenging you even while buried in your pussy. it makes you feral. your hips snap down harder, grinding faster, riding his tongue with shameless abandon. ass bouncing, thighs flexing, you’re fully using his face now—smothering him, drowning him in wet heat. every roll of your hips makes his cock jump visibly in his pants, pre-cum staining the front as he gets off just from how nasty you’re being.
“faster? like this—?” you gasp, voice high and broken, grinding down in quick, filthy circles. your clit catches on his tongue with every movement, pleasure spiking sharper, hotter. gojo’s hands slap your ass hard—once, twice—encouraging you, urging you on.
“yeah—fuck yeah, just like that,” he growls against your folds, the words slurred and wet. “grind that greedy little clit on me. make a mess all over my face, baby. i want you dripping down my throat.”
you’re losing it. the pleasure is overwhelming—intense, blinding. your pussy clenches around his thrusting tongue, gushing fresh slick that he eagerly drinks down with loud, greedy slurps. you’re riding him like you’re trying to cum on his face in record time, moans turning into broken sobs as the coil tightens unbearably.
“satoru—i’m—i’m gonna cum—fuck—!”
he moans loud and filthy in response, sucking your clit hard between his lips while his tongue lashes wildly. one hand slides up to pinch your nipple through your top, twisting just right, while the other keeps your ass pressed down so you can’t escape the onslaught.
you shatter with a scream.
your thighs clamp around his head as the orgasm rips through you, pussy spasming hard, squirting clear slick all over his tongue, his face, his hair. you keep riding through it—hips jerking, grinding, prolonging the high while gojo drinks every drop, groaning like he’s the one cumming. his cock is throbbing violently now, straining painfully against his zipper, leaking steadily.
but he doesn’t stop.
even as you’re shaking and whimpering from oversensitivity, he keeps licking—slow, deep strokes through your fluttering folds, cleaning you up while teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue. “good girl… but you’re not done yet,” he mumbles, voice thick with your cum. “keep riding. i want another one. faster this time, baby—show me how bad you need it.”
you’re panting, thighs trembling uncontrollably, but the heat in your belly is already building again. you look down at him—his face a complete mess, lips puffy and glistening, eyes half-lidded and glowing with pure lust—and something inside you snaps.
you start riding again. harder. faster. wilder.
your ass bounces on his face with wet, filthy smacks, clit dragging relentlessly over his tongue as you chase the next high. gojo’s groaning constantly now, the vibrations pushing you closer, his cock so hard it looks like it might rip through his pants. every time you slam down, he thrusts his tongue deeper, sucking noisily, encouraging you with muffled praises and filthy commands.
“that’s my nasty fucking girlfriend—use my face. faster—c’mon, grind it. make me choke on this pretty pussy.”
you do. you ride his tongue like it’s the only thing you were made for—moaning, sobbing, soaking him completely while another orgasm builds fast and brutal. the pleasure is so intense it borders on painful, every nerve singing, your whole body trembling as you hurtle toward the edge again.
gojo’s hands grip your hips tight, helping you move, forcing you down harder as he groans and laps and sucks like he’ll never get enough.
and you know—he won’t.
not until you’ve cum all over his face at least two more times… and maybe until that throbbing cock finally gets its turn.
GETO SUGURU
geto’s got you spread out on the bed, knees bent and thighs parted wide, his long black hair tied back messily so nothing gets in the way. he’s been kissing down your stomach, tongue tracing lazy circles around your navel while his fingers tease the soaked seam of your panties. you’re already dripping—embarrassingly wet, the fabric clinging to your puffy folds like a second skin. his dark eyes flick up to yours, that calm, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss right over your clothed clit.
“been thinking about eating this pretty pussy all day,” he murmurs, voice low and smooth like velvet dipped in sin. “let me taste you, princess. spread those legs wider and i’ll make you feel good.”
your cheeks burn hot. you bite your lip, fingers twisting in the sheets as another shy little gush of slick leaks out of you. you’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks—sitting on his face, smothering him with your cunt—but saying it out loud feels filthy. still… the ache between your thighs wins.
“suguru…” you whisper, voice barely above a breath, thighs trembling. “can i… can i sit on your face instead?”
geto’s eyes darken instantly, a hungry glint flashing through them. his smirk widens, slow and dangerous, as he licks his lips like he can already taste you. “fuck yes. c’mere, baby. sit on it. i want you to use my tongue.”
he flips onto his back in one smooth motion, tugging you up his body until your knees are planted on either side of his head. the position makes you feel so exposed—hovering over his handsome face, panties pushed to the side, your glistening pussy right above his mouth. you lower yourself carefully, just enough for his hot breath to fan over your folds, but you’re still holding back, thighs tense, not putting your full weight down.
geto notices immediately.
his big hands slide up the backs of your thighs and grip your ass, squeezing the soft flesh. “what’s wrong, hm? scared to sit properly?” he teases, voice muffled slightly as he presses a wet kiss to your inner thigh. “don’t hover, sweetheart. i want this sloppy little cunt smothering me.”
you whimper, embarrassed but so turned on it hurts. you sink a little lower, letting your slick folds brush his lips, but you’re still not fully seated. geto growls softly, the sound vibrating against your pussy and making you jolt.
then he yanks you down.
both hands clamp hard on your hips and pull you flush against his mouth—no mercy, no warning. your soaked cunt presses fully onto his face, clit grinding against his nose, pussy lips spreading obscenely over his mouth and chin. the sudden full contact rips a broken moan from your throat.
“ah—suguru—!”
and then he devours you.
geto’s tongue is relentless—thick, hot, and filthy. he drags it slow and heavy from your leaking hole all the way up to your swollen clit, lapping up every drop of your arousal with loud, greedy slurps. sluuuurp—sluuuurp—sluuuurp. the wet, messy sounds echo obscenely in the room as he eats you like a starving man. his lips seal around your clit and suck hard, tongue flicking rapidly against the sensitive nub while his nose grinds perfect circles into your mound.
the pleasure doubles—triples—hits you like a freight train now that you’re fully seated. no more hovering, no holding back. your weight is completely on his face, smothering him in wet heat, and he fucking loves it. his groans vibrate straight through your core, deep and guttural, making your walls flutter wildly.
“f-fuck—suguru—your mouth—oh my god—” you cry out, hands flying to the headboard as your hips twitch involuntarily. the new angle has his tongue spearing deeper, fucking into your tight hole while his upper lip rubs perfectly against your clit. every tiny movement of your hips drags your pussy all over his face—smearing slick across his cheeks, his chin, the bridge of his nose.
geto moans loudly against your cunt, the vibration making your eyes roll back. “that’s it—sit all the way down, baby. good girl. fuck my face like you mean it.” his words are slurred, wet, barely intelligible because his mouth is buried so deep in your pussy, but they make you clench hard around his thrusting tongue.
you start moving—shy little rolls at first, then bolder, grinding your clit against his tongue with more pressure. the pleasure is insane. every drag of your hips sends sparks shooting up your spine. your juices are pouring out of you, coating his entire lower face, dripping down his neck and soaking the sheets under his head. the wet, filthy schlick-schlick-schlick of your pussy riding his tongue fills the room, mixing with your broken moans and his constant, hungry groans.
“suguru—hah—feels so fucking good—!” you sob, thighs trembling violently around his head. you’re riding him properly now, ass bouncing lightly as you grind down harder, chasing that delicious friction. his hands stay glued to your hips, guiding you, forcing you to take every inch of pleasure he’s giving.
he sucks your clit between his lips again, tongue lashing side to side so fast your vision whites out. then he pulls back just enough to spit a thick glob of saliva right onto your pussy before diving back in, making everything even sloppier. strings of your slick and his spit connect his mouth to your cunt every time you lift slightly, only for him to yank you back down and bury his tongue deeper.
“look at you,” he growls between long, obscene licks, voice wrecked and dripping with lust. “riding my face so fucking pretty. your pussy’s so greedy—sucking on my tongue like it wants my cock. you love smothering me with this wet little cunt, don’t you?”
you whimper pathetically, nodding even though he can’t see it, hips moving faster, grinding harder. “yes—yes—love it—love sitting on your face—suguru—!”
the pleasure builds unbearably fast. your pussy is clenching, fluttering, gushing all over his tongue. geto’s cock is rock hard in his pants, straining painfully against the fabric, twitching every time you moan his name and smear more slick across his face. he’s throbbing just from eating you, from the way your thighs squeeze his head, from how completely you’re using him.
you’re losing control—riding his tongue like a desperate slut, ass bouncing, clit dragging relentlessly over that perfect mouth. every downward grind makes his nose bump your clit just right, every thrust of his tongue hits that spongy spot inside you that makes you see stars.
“gonna—gonna cum—suguru—fuck—!” you scream, voice cracking.
geto doesn’t let up. he sucks your clit harder, tongue fucking into you faster, hands forcing your hips down so you’re completely seated as the orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave.
you shatter.
your thighs clamp tight around his head as you cum hard, pussy spasming violently on his tongue. clear slick squirts out of you, flooding his mouth, soaking his face, dripping down his chin in messy rivulets. you keep riding through it—hips jerking wildly, grinding your pulsing cunt all over his tongue while broken sobs and his name pour from your lips.
geto drinks every drop, moaning loudly like your cum is the best thing he’s ever tasted. “mmph—good girl—give it all to me—fuck, you’re soaking me—!”
even after the peak, he doesn’t stop. his tongue keeps licking you through the aftershocks—slow, deep, filthy strokes that prolong the pleasure until you’re shaking and whimpering, oversensitive and desperate. you try to lift off but his hands yank you right back down.
“where do you think you’re going?” he murmurs against your dripping folds, lips brushing your swollen clit with every word. “i’m not done eating. sit back down, baby. ride me again. i want you to cum until you can’t remember your own name.”
you’re panting, thighs quivering uncontrollably, but the heat in your belly is already flaring back up. you look down at him—his face completely wrecked, lips puffy and shiny, chin and cheeks glistening with your cum, dark eyes burning with raw hunger—and something inside you snaps.
you start riding again. harder this time. filthier.
your ass bounces on his face with wet, lewd smacks, pussy grinding desperately against his tongue as you chase another orgasm. geto’s groans grow louder, more feral, his cock leaking steadily in his pants as he devours you like he’ll never get enough.
“that’s my nasty fucking girlfriend,” he growls, voice thick with your juices. “use my face. smother me. make a mess all over me, princess.”
and you do—riding his tongue until you’re sobbing, squirting again, thighs locked around his head while wave after wave of blinding pleasure tears through you. geto keeps you seated the entire time, hands gripping your ass, tongue working you mercilessly, determined to pull every last drop of pleasure from your body.
you’re not getting off his face anytime soon.
and with how good it feels, you never want to.
CHOSO KAMO
choso’s been acting weird all evening—fidgeting, avoiding your eyes, cheeks dusted with that rare pink flush that only appears when he’s overthinking something filthy. you’re both on the bed, you in just an oversized shirt and panties, him shirtless with those dark tattoos stark against his pale skin, hair tied back messily. he’s been kissing you slow and deep for the last twenty minutes, hands roaming your thighs but never quite going where you want them. you can feel how hard he is, thick cock straining against his sweats, but he’s holding back.
“choso… baby, what’s wrong?” you murmur against his lips, cupping his flushed face. “you’ve been acting shy. talk to me.”
he swallows hard, adam’s apple bobbing, eyes darting away. his voice comes out low, almost mumbled. “i… i want to taste you. really bad. been thinking about it all day but…” he trails off, ears burning red. asking to eat you out already embarrasses him half to death—asking you to sit on his face? that feels impossible for him right now.
you tilt your head, heart softening even as your pussy throbs at his words. you can read him so easily. the way his hands keep gripping your hips, pulling you closer but then hesitating, the way his gaze keeps dropping to your thighs like he’s imagining them wrapped around his head.
you smirk softly, deciding to help your sweet, embarrassed boyfriend. “you want me to sit on your face, choso?”
his eyes snap to yours, wide and shocked, cheeks flaring darker. he nods once, jerky and shy, barely able to speak. “y-yeah… if you want to. please.”
fuck, he’s adorable when he’s like this. you kiss him deep, then climb up his body, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his head. you hover at first, panties already soaked through, the scent of your arousal making his nostrils flare. choso’s hands tremble as they rest on your thighs, thumbs stroking the soft skin like he’s scared to pull you down.
“you sure?” you whisper, still a little shy yourself but dripping at the thought.
“please,” he breathes, voice hoarse. “i need it. need to feel you on me.”
you hook your fingers in your panties and slide them to the side, exposing your glistening, puffy cunt. slowly, you lower yourself.
the moment your wet folds meet his mouth, choso lets out a broken, muffled groan that vibrates straight through your core. his tongue comes out hesitant at first—soft, exploratory licks along your slit, tasting your slick like it’s something sacred. but the second he gets a proper taste, something in him snaps.
his hands clamp down hard on your hips and yank you fully onto his face.
“mmph—!” you gasp sharply as your entire weight settles on him, your soaked pussy smothering his mouth and nose completely. no more hovering. you’re sitting. fully. his tongue immediately drags thick and heavy through your folds, lapping up every drop with sudden, starving intensity.
and holy fuck—it’s good.
insanely good.
choso eats you like a man who’s been dying of thirst. his tongue is long, hot, and surprisingly skilled for how shy he usually is. he licks broad, messy stripes from your leaking hole up to your swollen clit, then circles the sensitive nub with tight, precise flicks that make your thighs quake instantly. loud, wet slurping sounds fill the room—obscene, filthy sluuuurp-sluuurp-sluuuurp as he devours you without shame now that he’s finally got you where he wants.
“choso—oh my god—!” your voice cracks, hands flailing because you don’t know what the fuck to do with them. they land on the headboard, then fist in his hair, then scramble at your own thighs, trembling violently. your whole body is shaking from the overwhelming pleasure, hips twitching uncontrollably as you grind down on his face.
he moans loudly against your cunt, the deep vibration making your eyes roll back. “mmph—taste so good—fuck, baby—” his words are slurred, barely coherent because his mouth is buried so deep in your pussy, but the raw need in his voice makes you gush fresh slick all over his tongue.
you’re losing it. your arms don’t know where to go—one hand ends up gripping his hair tight, the other slapping against the wall for balance as your hips start rolling on their own. you’re riding his face now, grinding your dripping cunt against his tongue in desperate circles, ass bouncing lightly with every movement. choso’s groans grow louder, more desperate, his cock twitching wildly in his sweats, leaking pre-cum in a steady stream.
the pleasure is blinding. every drag of your clit over his tongue sends electricity shooting up your spine. his nose grinds perfectly against your mound while his tongue spears deep into your hole, fucking in and out with wet, squelching thrusts. your juices are everywhere—coating his chin, his cheeks, dripping down his neck and soaking the pillow beneath his head. the mess is filthy, and choso only pulls you down harder, like he wants to drown in it.
“hah—choso—your tongue—fuck, it’s so deep—!” you sob, thighs clamping around his head as another wave of pleasure crashes over you. you’re trembling so hard you can barely stay upright, arms shaking, legs quivering uncontrollably. you don’t know what to do with yourself—every nerve is on fire, pleasure so intense it almost hurts.
choso’s hands knead your ass roughly, spreading your cheeks wider so he can bury his face even deeper. he sucks your clit between his lips with a wet pop, tongue lashing rapidly against it while he moans like he’s the one getting fucked. the vibrations, the suction, the way his scar-laced lips rub against your folds—it’s too much. your pussy clenches hard, gushing all over his mouth.
“gonna—gonna cum—choso—!” you cry out, voice breaking into a high-pitched whine.
he doesn’t stop. if anything, he gets more intense—sucking harder, tongue moving faster, hands forcing your hips to grind down on him exactly how he wants. you shatter with a scream, thighs locking around his head as your orgasm rips through you like lightning. clear slick squirts onto his tongue, flooding his mouth, dripping messily down his chin while you ride his face through every pulse and spasm.
choso drinks it all greedily, groaning deep and satisfied, tongue still working you through the aftershocks. but he doesn’t let you recover. his grip stays iron-tight, keeping you seated firmly on his face as he continues licking—slow, filthy strokes through your fluttering folds, then back to devouring your oversensitive clit.
you’re a trembling, whimpering mess above him. your arms give out and you have to lean forward, forearms braced on the headboard, forehead pressed against it as your hips keep moving on their own. “too much—choso—fuck—i can’t—ahh—!” but even as you say it, you’re grinding harder, chasing more of that devastating pleasure.
he pulls back just enough to gasp, lips shiny and swollen, face completely wrecked with your cum. his voice is hoarse, wrecked, but full of pure adoration. “don’t stop… please. sit harder. use me. i want more—need to feel you cum again.”
then he yanks you back down and dives in even hungrier.
the second round is brutal. choso’s tongue fucks into you relentlessly, curling against that perfect spongy spot while his upper lip grinds against your clit. you’re riding him like you’ve lost your mind—hips snapping, ass bouncing with wet, lewd smacks against his face, pussy smearing slick everywhere. your arms flail again, one hand tangling painfully in his hair, the other reaching back to grip his wrist for some kind of anchor while your whole body trembles violently.
pleasure stacks on pleasure until you’re sobbing, tears pricking your eyes from how good it feels. another orgasm crashes into you without warning, even stronger than the first. you gush all over his face again, thighs shaking so hard they feel like they might give out, broken cries of his name spilling from your lips as you grind through the high.
choso moans like he’s in heaven, cock throbbing untouched and leaking steadily, completely lost in the taste and feel of you. he keeps you seated the entire time, refusing to let you up even as you whimper from overstimulation.
“one more,” he mumbles against your dripping cunt, voice thick with your juices. “please, baby… sit on it. let me make you feel even better.”
you’re a trembling wreck—arms useless, body shaking, mind blank from pleasure—but you keep riding. grinding. smothering your sweet, embarrassed boyfriend with your soaked pussy while he devours you like he’ll never get enough.
choso stays buried between your thighs for what feels like hours, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you until you’re completely spent, slumped forward and twitching, unable to do anything but moan and tremble on his face.
and even then, he keeps licking softly, gently cleaning you up with long, loving strokes of his tongue, like he could stay there forever.
RYOMEN SUKUNA
you’re straddling sukuna’s broad chest in the middle of his massive bed, the silk sheets already twisted beneath you both. he’s lounging back against the pillows like a king on his throne—four arms lazily draped around your waist and thighs, crimson eyes half-lidded with bored amusement as he watches you squirm. you’ve been dripping down your thighs for the last ten minutes just from his low, mocking teasing, but you finally gather the courage to ask.
“sukuna… baby,” you whisper sweetly, cheeks burning as you trace one finger over the black tattoos on his chest. “can i sit on your face? please?”
a low, dangerous chuckle rumbles from deep in his chest. one of his large hands squeezes your ass possessively. “oh? the little wife wants to smother her husband with that greedy cunt?” his smirk is sharp, fangs glinting. “how bold. go on then. sit. i’m curious how long you’ll last before you’re crying and begging.”
he doesn’t wait for you to overthink it. two of his hands grip your hips and yank you forward, the other two spreading your thighs wider as he pulls you right over his face. you barely have time to hook your soaked panties to the side before your dripping pussy is hovering above his mouth.
sukuna’s tongue—long, thick, and inhumanly skilled—slides out first. he drags the flat of it slowly up your slit, tasting you with a deep, satisfied groan. “mmh… already this fucking wet for me? pathetic.”
then he yanks you down.
your full weight settles onto his face in one rough pull, your soaked folds spreading obscenely over his mouth and nose. the sudden, complete contact rips a loud moan from your throat.
“ah—sukuna—!”
his tongue is everywhere at once.
long and flexible, it spears deep into your leaking hole, fucking in and out with wet, filthy thrusts while the tip curls perfectly against that spongy spot inside you. at the same time, the upper part of his tongue flicks and swirls around your swollen clit like he’s french kissing it—slow, sloppy, open-mouthed sucks followed by rapid, sinful strokes that make your eyes roll back instantly.
“f-fuuuck—!” your hands slap against the headboard, thighs already trembling violently around his head.
sukuna growls against your cunt, the deep vibration shooting straight to your core. he eats you like he owns you—because he does. loud, messy, obscene sounds fill the room: wet slurping, filthy schlick-schlurp-sluuuuurp as he devours every drop of your slick. his lips seal around your clit and suck hard, tongue lashing against it in ways that make your toes curl and your back arch.
you try to hover just a little, overwhelmed by how intense it feels, but sukuna snarls in disapproval.
two massive hands clamp down on your hips like iron and force you down harder—smothering him completely with your dripping pussy. your clit grinds right against his tongue as he practically makes out with it, sucking and licking and flicking in perfect, devastating rhythm.
“don’t you dare hover, brat,” he growls right into your cunt, the words muffled and wet. “sit. all the way. i want to feel this sloppy little pussy drowning me.”
you sob, pleasure crashing over you in heavy waves. your hips start moving on their own—small, shy rolls at first—until sukuna’s hands take full control. he forces your hips to grind faster, harder, guiding you in quick, filthy circles that drag your clit relentlessly over his tongue.
“that’s it—fuck my face properly, wife. use that greedy cunt on your king’s tongue.”
the pleasure doubles—triples. his long tongue thrusts deep inside you while his lips suck viciously on your clit, the dual sensation making your vision blur. you’re riding his face now, ass bouncing, thighs shaking uncontrollably as slick pours out of you in messy rivulets. it coats his chin, his cheeks, drips down his neck and onto the sheets. the wet sounds are pornographic—your pussy squelching loudly against his mouth with every forced grind.
“sukuna—oh my god—your tongue— it’s so deep—hah—!” you cry out, voice cracking into a broken whine.
he laughs darkly against your folds, the sound sending fresh vibrations through your core. one of his hands leaves your hip just long enough to slap your ass hard—once, twice—before forcing you down even harder. his tongue curls inside you, stroking that perfect spot over and over while he french kisses your clit like it’s his favorite meal. sucking, licking, swirling, flicking—overwhelming you completely.
your arms flail. you don’t know where to put them—one fists in his pink hair, the other braces against the headboard as your whole body trembles violently. the pleasure is too much, too intense, building frighteningly fast.
“gonna—gonna cum—sukuna—please—!”
he doesn’t slow down. if anything, he forces your hips to move faster, slamming you down onto his tongue with brutal strength. his mouth suctions hard around your clit, tongue lashing wildly, and you shatter with a scream.
your orgasm crashes through you like lightning. your thighs lock around his head as your pussy spasms violently, gushing clear slick all over his tongue and face. you keep grinding through it—forced by his strong hands—riding out every pulse while sobbing his name. sukuna drinks it all greedily, moaning loud and deep like your cum is ambrosia, never once stopping his assault.
but he’s not satisfied.
even as you’re twitching and whimpering from oversensitivity, he yanks you back down and keeps going. his tongue fucks into your fluttering hole mercilessly, sucking on your swollen clit until fresh tears spill down your cheeks.
“again,” he demands, voice thick with your juices. “cum again, brat. i want to feel you break on my tongue.”
his hands force your hips into a brutal rhythm—fast, deep grinds that make your ass bounce lewdly against his face. the wet slapping sounds mix with your desperate cries and his constant, hungry groans. your clit is throbbing, overstimulated and hypersensitive, but the pleasure keeps building anyway, sharper and hotter than before.
you’re a trembling, sobbing mess above him—arms shaking, legs quivering uncontrollably, body completely overwhelmed by the relentless assault of his long, skilled tongue. he’s practically making love to your pussy with his mouth, french kissing your clit like he’s trying to ruin you for anything else.
“sukuna—too much—i can’t—ahhh—!”
“you can,” he snarls, slapping your ass again before forcing you down harder. “and you will. ride my fucking face until you squirt all over your king like the desperate little wife you are.”
another orgasm rips through you without mercy. you scream, body convulsing as you gush hard onto his tongue, soaking his face completely. your hips jerk wildly in his iron grip, grinding and twitching as wave after wave crashes over you.
sukuna keeps you pinned, tongue still working you through it—slow, filthy licks mixed with hard sucks—until you’re almost limp. then he starts again. faster. rougher.
he forces your hips into short, rapid bounces, making your soaked pussy slap wetly against his mouth while his tongue spears deep with every downward thrust. the overstimulation has you seeing stars, babbling incoherently, tears streaming down your face as pleasure borders on pain.
“look at you,” he mocks between long, sloppy licks, voice dripping with arrogance and lust. “crying and shaking just from sitting on my face. pathetic. but you love it, don’t you? love drowning your husband in this messy cunt.”
you can only whimper and nod, too overwhelmed to speak properly. your third orgasm hits even harder, ripping another broken scream from your throat as you squirt all over his tongue again, body trembling violently in his grasp.
sukuna finally slows just enough to let you breathe, but his tongue still lazily laps at your dripping folds, cleaning up every drop while you slump forward, forearms braced on the headboard, panting and twitching.
his crimson eyes gleam up at you from between your thighs, face completely wrecked—lips swollen, chin and cheeks shiny with your cum, hair messy from your desperate tugging.
“cute,” he purrs, voice low and dangerous. “but i’m nowhere near done with you, wife.”
two hands pull you back down firmly as his long tongue slides back inside you, already curling for more.
“keep sitting. we’re going to see just how many times i can make you break tonight.”
and with that, he forces your hips to start moving again—fast, relentless, overwhelming—until the only thing left in your mind is his name and the devastating pleasure of his tongue.
HIROMI HIGURUMA
hiromi’s been between your thighs for the better part of an hour already—kissing, licking, sucking marks into the soft skin—but tonight he’s different. slower. more deliberate. his dark hair is tousled, tie long discarded, shirt unbuttoned and hanging open over that lean, toned chest. those sharp, tired eyes are fixed on your soaked pussy like it’s the most fascinating case he’s ever studied.
you’re straddling his chest, heart hammering, when he finally speaks.
“i want you to sit on my face.”
his voice is low, a little rough, that usual calm courtroom tone now thick with hunger. your breath catches. you’ve always loved his nose—big, prominent, perfectly shaped—and the filthy little daydreams you’ve had about it… but hearing him actually ask makes your cunt clench hard.
“h-hiromi… are you sure?” you whisper, cheeks burning even as fresh slick drips down your folds.
he wets his lips slowly, eyes never leaving your glistening pussy. “very sure. come here. all the way.”
you crawl up his body on shaky knees, hovering over his face. he stares. long. shamelessly. his hands slide up your thighs and grip the backs of them, thumbs pressing into the crease where your legs meet your ass. then he uses two fingers to spread your puffy cunt lips wide open, exposing every pink, dripping inch of you.
you think for a second he’s just inspecting you—those intense lawyer eyes studying your most intimate place like he’s memorizing evidence—until he leans in and drags his tongue in one long, obscene stripe from your leaking hole all the way up to your clit.
“oh—fuck—!” you gasp, hands flying to the headboard.
hiromi groans deeply, the sound vibrating straight through your core. “so fucking pretty,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “look at how wet you are… dripping all over my face already.”
then he truly begins.
his long tongue spears deep into your entrance, fucking in and out with slow, deliberate strokes while his stretched fingers keep your lips spread obscenely wide. the wet, filthy sounds are instant—loud, sloppy schlick-schlurp-sluuuuurp as he eats you from below like a man savoring a fine meal. every thrust of his tongue reaches deeper than you thought possible, curling and stroking along your walls, coaxing more slick to gush onto his chin.
you swear you see heaven.
your thighs start trembling violently. the stretch of his fingers holding you open, the way his tongue fucks into you so thoroughly, the heat of his breath—it’s overwhelming in the best way. “hiromi—oh my god—your tongue—hah—!”
he hums in response, the vibration making your eyes roll back. then he pulls his tongue out and licks a slow, filthy stripe all the way up your slit again—obscenely slow, dragging every drop of your arousal back into his mouth. and that’s when it happens.
his big, perfect nose accidentally brushes right against your swollen clit.
electricity shoots up your spine. your hips jerk hard.
“ah—!” the sound that rips out of you is broken and needy. you can’t help it—you grind down instinctively, chasing that perfect pressure.
hiromi’s eyes flick up to yours, dark and burning. a low, satisfied chuckle vibrates against your cunt. “there it is,” he murmurs, voice muffled. “use it, baby. ride my face.”
he doesn’t give you time to hesitate.
his hands grip your hips firmly and pull you down harder, forcing your full weight onto his face. your soaked pussy smothers him completely—clit grinding directly against the bridge of that big nose while his tongue continues its relentless assault on your entrance. he licks you like he’s trying to map every inch, long strokes mixed with quick flicks, sucking noisily on your folds before diving back inside.
you lose control instantly.
your hips start rolling—slow and experimental at first, then faster, needier. every grind drags your throbbing clit over his nose while his tongue fucks deep into your cunt. the sensation is devastating. the firm cartilage of his nose provides the perfect, unrelenting pressure against your clit while his hot, wet tongue spears and curls inside you.
“hiromi—fuck—your nose—oh my fucking god—!” you sob, voice cracking as pleasure crashes over you in heavy waves.
the sounds are filthy. wet. obscene. your slick coats his entire face—shiny on his cheeks, dripping down the sides of his nose, soaking his chin and the sheets beneath his head. every roll of your hips makes a lewd schlick-schlick-schlick against his mouth and nose. hiromi is groaning constantly now, deep, hungry sounds that vibrate through your pussy and push you closer to the edge.
he keeps your lips spread with his fingers, tongue thrusting faster, nose grinding perfectly against your clit with every desperate circle of your hips. you’re riding his face like you were made for it—ass bouncing lightly, thighs flexing, hands gripping the headboard so tight your knuckles turn white.
“that’s it, sweetheart,” he growls into your cunt, the words slurred and wet. “ride my nose. fuck my tongue. make a mess all over me.”
you do. shamelessly.
your hips snap faster, grinding harder, using every inch of his face. the pressure on your clit is constant, perfect, driving you insane. his tongue curls against that spongy spot inside you over and over while his nose rubs tight little circles on your swollen nub. pleasure stacks brutally fast—hot, intense, blinding.
your whole body starts shaking. legs trembling uncontrollably around his head, arms quivering, moans turning into broken sobs.
“hiromi—i’m—i’m gonna—fuck—!”
he doesn’t slow down. if anything, he pulls you down even harder, burying his face completely in your pussy. his tongue fucks you faster, nose grinding relentlessly against your clit until you shatter with a scream.
your orgasm hits like a freight train.
thighs clamping around his head, hips jerking wildly as your cunt spasms hard on his tongue. clear slick squirts out of you, flooding his mouth, soaking his nose and chin in messy rivulets. you keep riding through it—grinding, twitching, sobbing his name while wave after wave of blinding pleasure tears through your body.
hiromi moans loudly, drinking every drop like he’s dying for it. “good girl—give it all to me—fuck, you’re soaking me—!”
even after the peak, he doesn’t stop.
his tongue keeps licking through your fluttering walls, long, slow, obscene strokes while his nose continues brushing and nudging your oversensitive clit. you’re a trembling, whimpering wreck above him, but he keeps you seated firmly, forcing you to take every last bit of pleasure.
“again,” he murmurs against your dripping folds, voice thick with your cum. “ride me again, baby. i want to feel you cum on my nose until you can’t think straight.”
you’re still shaking, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking your eyes, but you obey. your hips start moving once more—slower at first, then building back up to those desperate, filthy grinds. the overstimulation makes everything sharper, hotter. every drag of your clit over his big nose sends sparks exploding behind your eyelids.
hiromi’s hands stay locked on your hips, guiding you, encouraging you to use him completely. his groans grow louder, more desperate, his cock straining painfully hard in his slacks, twitching every time you moan and gush on his face.
you ride him through another orgasm—then another—each one more intense than the last. your pussy is a sloppy, twitching mess, juices coating his entire face, dripping down his neck. you’re babbling, crying, thighs locked around his head as you grind your clit desperately against that perfect nose while his tongue fucks you senseless.
“hiromi—too much—fuck—your nose feels so good—i can’t—ahhh—!”
he answers by sucking your clit between his lips, nose pressing harder, tongue curling deep inside you until you squirt again—harder this time—shaking and sobbing above him like you’ve truly seen heaven.
only when you’re slumped forward, forehead pressed to the headboard, body twitching uncontrollably, does he finally ease up. his tongue gives you one last long, slow, loving lick from entrance to clit, collecting every drop, before he gently kisses your swollen folds.
his voice is hoarse, wrecked, but full of dark satisfaction when he speaks.
“my perfect girl… look at the mess you made on my face.”
you glance down through blurry eyes—his handsome face is absolutely drenched, lips swollen, that big nose shiny with your cum, hair messy from your desperate grinding.
he smirks, eyes gleaming with hunger that says he’s nowhere near done.
“now… sit back down. i’m still thirsty.”
and he pulls you right back onto his face, ready to ruin you all over again.
-> just trust them when they ask you to sit on their face
ft. toji, gojo, geto, choso, sukuna, higuruma.
cw. mdni. explicit content, established relationship, face riding, tongue fucking, nose riding (higuruma), praise kink, dirty talk, overstimulation.
TOJI FUSHIGURO
"can you sit on it?"
toji’s sprawled out on the bed like he owns the damn thing, shirtless, that dingy white tank tossed somewhere on the floor hours ago. his murky dark hair’s a mess from your fingers earlier, scarred lip curled in that lazy, shit-eating smirk while he palms his fat cock through his sweats. the room still smells like the two of you—sweat, cum, that cheap cologne he wears that always sticks to your skin for days. you’re straddling his thighs already, panties soaked and sticking to your puffy cunt, thinking he’s about to yank you down and split you open again like he always does.
you bite your lip, already rocking your hips a little, thinking fuck yeah—ride him reverse cowgirl so he can watch that ass bounce like he loves. your hands slide up his chest, nails dragging over the hard ridges of his abs. “yeah? you want me to ride you, baby?”
toji’s smirk widens, dangerous. he doesn’t grab your hips like usual. instead he taps two thick fingers against his own mouth—those scarred lips, the one with that sexy little slit right in the middle—and tilts his head back against the pillow. “nah. sit on it. right here.”
your brain short-circuits for a second. you freeze, thighs squeezing around his waist like you can hide how your pussy just clenched hard enough to leak fresh slick down your inner thigh. “toji… you mean—on your face?”
he chuckles, deep and nasty, the sound vibrating through his chest. “what the fuck else would i mean, dumbass? c’mere. sit that pretty pussy on my tongue and let me eat.”
heat floods your face so fast it burns. you shake your head quick, trying to scoot back off his lap even though your cunt is throbbing at the idea. “no. no way. that’s—that’s too embarrassing, toji. i can’t just—sit on your face like that. what if i suffocate you or—or it’s too much or—”
he cuts you off with a rough palm sliding up your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to leave fingerprints. “too embarrassing?” his voice drops, mocking. “after i’ve had you bent over the kitchen counter with my tongue in your ass? after you’ve squirted all over my face twice this week already? c’mon, babygirl. don’t get shy on me now.”
you whine, hiding your face in your hands, but your hips twitch anyway, betraying you. his fingers keep stroking higher, teasing the soaked crotch of your panties, pressing the fabric right against your swollen clit until you gasp. “toji… i dunno…”
“yeah you do.” he yanks you forward by the hips, manhandling you up his body until your knees are planted on either side of his head. the mattress dips under your weight. you’re hovering now, thighs trembling, that dripping cunt inches above his mouth. his breath is hot against your panties, making you shiver. “look at her. already fuckin’ drooling for me. you really gonna make me beg, huh?”
you peek down through your fingers. toji’s staring up at you like a starving man, green eyes dark, tongue sliding slow and deliberate over that scarred lip. the sight makes your stomach flip and your pussy clench so hard you feel it in your toes. “i… i don’t wanna hurt you—”
he laughs again, the sound pure filth. “hurt me? princess, i want you to fuckin’ smother me. i want this sloppy little cunt grinding all over my face till i can’t breathe. now sit. before i drag you down myself.”
you hesitate one more second—heart hammering, face burning, pussy absolutely weeping—then slowly lower yourself. the second your soaked panties brush his mouth, toji groans like you just fed him heaven. he hooks two fingers in the crotch and yanks them to the side, exposing your puffy, glistening folds completely.
“fuuuck, there she is,” he growls, hot breath fanning over your clit. “look at that pretty pussy. all puffy and drippy just from me talkin’ dirty. c’mere, baby—sit.”
you sink the rest of the way down.
his tongue is on you instantly—thick, hot, and filthy. he drags it slow and flat from your leaking hole all the way up to your throbbing clit, lapping up every drop of slick like he’s been dying for it. the scar on his lip catches on your sensitive flesh and you jolt, a broken “ah—!” ripping out of you.
“mngh—toji—!”
he doesn’t give you time to adjust. both huge hands grip your ass cheeks and spread you wide open, thumbs digging into the soft meat so he can bury his face deeper. his nose grinds right against your clit while his tongue fucks into your cunt—wet, obscene slurping sounds filling the room as he eats you like a man possessed. loud, messy, starving. sluuuurp—sluuuurp—sluuuurp.
your hands fly to the headboard for balance, thighs shaking so bad you almost collapse. “oh my god—fuck—your tongue—!”
toji hums against your pussy, the vibration shooting straight to your core. he pulls back just enough to spit a thick glob of saliva right on your clit, then sucks it back in with your juices, lips wrapping around the swollen nub and suckling hard. your eyes roll back. your hips twitch involuntarily, grinding down harder.
“that’s it,” he mumbles into your cunt, voice muffled and wet. “ride my fuckin’ face, pretty girl. use me. grind that sloppy pussy all over my tongue like the nasty little thing you are.”
embarrassment burns in your chest but the pleasure is so much louder. you start moving—slow at first, rolling your hips in tiny circles, smearing your slick all over his mouth, his nose, his chin. every time you drag your clit over that scar it feels like lightning. toji’s groaning nonstop now, the sound vibrating through your folds, making your walls flutter.
“f-fuck—feels so good—your mouth—ahh—!” you whine, voice cracking.
he spanks your ass hard, the sharp smack echoing. “louder. i wanna hear how good i’m eating this pussy. c’mon—ride me proper.”
you break.
your hips snap down harder, grinding with purpose now, fucking yourself on his tongue like it’s his cock. the wet, filthy sounds get louder—schlick-schlick-schlick—your juices and his spit dripping down his chin, soaking the sheets under his head. toji’s tongue is everywhere: spearing deep into your hole, curling against that spongy spot inside you, flicking your clit in rapid little strokes, then sucking it back into his mouth so hard your toes curl.
“toji—shit—i’m—i’m gonna—!”
he growls, the sound animalistic, and shoves his tongue even deeper, nose buried so tight against your clit you see stars. one hand leaves your ass to reach up and pinch your nipple through your tank top, twisting just right. the other hand stays glued to your ass, guiding you, forcing you to ride his face faster, messier.
your thighs are trembling violently now. you’re not even pretending to be quiet anymore—loud, shameless moans and whimpers pouring out of you while you hump his face like a bitch in heat. “toji—fuck—your tongue feels so fucking good—don’t stop—please don’t stop—!”
he answers by sucking your clit harder, tongue lashing side to side, spit and slick absolutely everywhere. it’s dripping down his neck, coating his stubble, making the most obscene wet noises you’ve ever heard. your pussy is clenching, fluttering, gushing. you can feel it building—hot, intense, almost scary.
“gonna—gonna cum—gonna cum on your face—!”
toji moans loud and deep, the vibration pushing you straight over the edge.
you shatter.
your whole body locks up, thighs clamping around his head like a vice as you grind down hard, riding out the orgasm on his tongue. your cunt spasms, squirting clear slick all over his mouth, his chin, his neck—messy, filthy, soaking him completely. you’re screaming his name, head thrown back, hips jerking wildly while he keeps licking and sucking and drinking every drop like he’s dying of thirst.
“mngh—fuck—yes—good girl—keep fuckin’ cumming—give it all to me—!”
you don’t stop. the orgasm rolls into another one almost immediately because he doesn’t let up—tongue still buried deep, lips suctioned around your clit, sucking through the aftershocks until you’re sobbing and shaking and trying to lift off because it’s too much.
toji yanks you right back down with both hands, burying his face even deeper.
“where the fuck you goin’? i ain’t done. sit. keep ridin’ this tongue till i say so.”
you whimper, broken and overwhelmed, but your hips start moving again—slow, sloppy rolls at first, then faster as the pleasure builds right back up. your second orgasm hits even harder, pussy gushing all over his face again while you ride him like you’re trying to break his neck.
toji’s groaning nonstop now, the sound pure sex, his cock twitching untouched against his abs, leaking all over his stomach. he’s rock hard just from eating you, from the way you’re smothering him, from the way your thighs are shaking around his ears.
“that’s my nasty girl,” he growls between long, filthy licks. “look at you—ridin’ my face like you were born for it. pussy so fuckin’ wet it’s drippin’ down my throat. you love this, don’t you? love smotherin’ your man with this greedy little cunt.”
you can’t even speak anymore—just broken moans and whimpers and his name over and over while you grind and ride and cum again, soaking his face completely. your juices are everywhere—shiny on his cheeks, dripping from his chin, matting his hair. he looks wrecked. he looks fucking gorgeous.
toji finally pulls back just enough to gasp for air, lips swollen and glistening, scar shiny with your cum. he grins up at you, eyes half-lidded and feral.
“good fuckin’ girl. now keep that arch—i’m still starved.”
and he dives right back in, tongue spearing deep, sucking your clit like he wants to pull another orgasm out of you before you even catch your breath.
you’re not getting off this face anytime soon.
and honestly?
you don’t want to.
GOJO SATORU
you’re straddling gojo’s lap on the massive couch in his penthouse, the city lights twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him like nothing matters but the ache between your thighs. you’ve been horny all damn day—wet since morning, panties ruined from just thinking about him, and now he’s home, blindfold off, those insane blue eyes glowing with that cocky, knowing smirk while his big hands rest on your hips. your skirt’s already hiked up, slick soaking through the thin fabric of your panties and smearing against the bulge in his pants.
“satoru… please,” you whimper, grinding down on him slow and needy, voice all breathy and desperate. “help me out. i’m so fucking wet it hurts.”
gojo chuckles low, that rich, teasing sound that always makes your pussy flutter. he tilts his head, white hair messy from your fingers earlier, lips curved in that infuriatingly hot way. “sit on it then.”
you blink, heart skipping. your hips stutter against him. “i what?”
he licks his lips—slow, deliberate, that pretty pink tongue dragging over them like he’s already tasting you. his eyes drop to your soaked crotch, then back up, darker now, pupils blown wide. “sit on it, baby. right on my tongue. c’mon… don’t make me wait when that pretty pussy’s crying for me.”
fuck. the words hit you like a spark straight to your clit. heat floods your face but it only makes you wetter—slick gushing fresh between your folds, panties clinging obscenely. you’re hornier than you’ve ever been, thighs trembling around his waist as you stare at that perfect mouth. “satoru…”
“yeah?” he grins, hands sliding up under your skirt to squeeze your ass, spreading your cheeks a little like he’s already imagining it. “you heard me. sit on my face and ride it till you can’t think straight. i want that sloppy cunt smothering me.”
you don’t even hesitate anymore. you shove him back against the couch cushions, climbing higher, knees sinking into the soft leather on either side of his head. gojo’s already licking his lips again, eyes locked on your dripping core like it’s his favorite meal. you hook your fingers in your panties and yank them to the side, exposing your puffy, glistening pussy—swollen clit peeking out, folds shiny and messy with arousal.
“fuck… look at her,” he groans, voice dropping into that husky register that makes your stomach flip. “so fucking pretty and wet. all for me.”
you lower yourself slowly at first, hovering just above his mouth, teasing. his hot breath fans over your sensitive flesh and you shiver hard. then his hands grip your ass tight and pull you down.
the second your cunt meets his tongue, you both moan.
gojo doesn’t start gentle—he never does. his thick tongue drags flat and heavy from your leaking hole all the way up to your throbbing clit in one long, filthy stripe, collecting every drop of your slick like he’s starving. “mmph—fuck, baby, you taste so good,” he mumbles right against your pussy, the vibration shooting sparks up your spine.
“ah—satoru—!” your hands fly to the back of the couch for balance as he dives in deeper. his lips seal around your clit and suck, tongue flicking fast and nasty against the swollen nub while his nose presses into your mound. loud, wet slurping sounds fill the room instantly—obscene, messy schlick-schlurp-schlurp as he eats you like a man who’s been denied for weeks.
your thighs shake. you can’t help it—you start grinding, rolling your hips in slow circles, smearing your juices all over his mouth, his chin, the tip of his nose. gojo groans loud and deep, the sound muffled between your legs but vibrating straight through your core. his tongue pushes inside you, fucking in and out, curling against that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back.
“oh my god—your tongue—fuck, it’s so deep—” you whine, voice cracking as pleasure crashes over you. you’re riding his face now, properly, hips moving faster, ass bouncing lightly with every roll. his hands knead your cheeks, spreading you wider so he can bury himself even deeper, tongue thrusting harder, lips sucking noisily on your clit.
he’s rock hard underneath you. you can feel his massive cock straining against his pants, twitching and throbbing every time you grind down and moan his name. gojo’s groaning nonstop now—deep, guttural sounds that get louder the messier you get. your slick is everywhere: dripping down his chin, coating his cheeks, soaking into the collar of his shirt. the wet sounds are filthy, pornographic—your pussy squelching against his tongue, his lips smacking loudly as he devours you.
“satoru—shit—feels so fucking good—!” you cry out, leaning forward, one hand tangling in his snowy hair as you ride him harder. your clit drags over that perfect tongue over and over, the pressure building fast and intense. he’s sucking on it now, alternating between hard pulls and rapid flicks that make your toes curl and your vision blur.
gojo pulls back just enough to gasp, lips shiny and swollen, strings of your arousal connecting his mouth to your cunt. “that’s it, baby—ride my tongue. fuck my face like you mean it,” he pants, voice wrecked. then he dives back in, tongue spearing deep again, groaning so loud it sends fresh vibrations through your walls. “mmph—go faster. c’mon, pretty girl… you can do better than that.”
you whimper at the teasing edge in his voice, the way he’s challenging you even while buried in your pussy. it makes you feral. your hips snap down harder, grinding faster, riding his tongue with shameless abandon. ass bouncing, thighs flexing, you’re fully using his face now—smothering him, drowning him in wet heat. every roll of your hips makes his cock jump visibly in his pants, pre-cum staining the front as he gets off just from how nasty you’re being.
“faster? like this—?” you gasp, voice high and broken, grinding down in quick, filthy circles. your clit catches on his tongue with every movement, pleasure spiking sharper, hotter. gojo’s hands slap your ass hard—once, twice—encouraging you, urging you on.
“yeah—fuck yeah, just like that,” he growls against your folds, the words slurred and wet. “grind that greedy little clit on me. make a mess all over my face, baby. i want you dripping down my throat.”
you’re losing it. the pleasure is overwhelming—intense, blinding. your pussy clenches around his thrusting tongue, gushing fresh slick that he eagerly drinks down with loud, greedy slurps. you’re riding him like you’re trying to cum on his face in record time, moans turning into broken sobs as the coil tightens unbearably.
“satoru—i’m—i’m gonna cum—fuck—!”
he moans loud and filthy in response, sucking your clit hard between his lips while his tongue lashes wildly. one hand slides up to pinch your nipple through your top, twisting just right, while the other keeps your ass pressed down so you can’t escape the onslaught.
you shatter with a scream.
your thighs clamp around his head as the orgasm rips through you, pussy spasming hard, squirting clear slick all over his tongue, his face, his hair. you keep riding through it—hips jerking, grinding, prolonging the high while gojo drinks every drop, groaning like he’s the one cumming. his cock is throbbing violently now, straining painfully against his zipper, leaking steadily.
but he doesn’t stop.
even as you’re shaking and whimpering from oversensitivity, he keeps licking—slow, deep strokes through your fluttering folds, cleaning you up while teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue. “good girl… but you’re not done yet,” he mumbles, voice thick with your cum. “keep riding. i want another one. faster this time, baby—show me how bad you need it.”
you’re panting, thighs trembling uncontrollably, but the heat in your belly is already building again. you look down at him—his face a complete mess, lips puffy and glistening, eyes half-lidded and glowing with pure lust—and something inside you snaps.
you start riding again. harder. faster. wilder.
your ass bounces on his face with wet, filthy smacks, clit dragging relentlessly over his tongue as you chase the next high. gojo’s groaning constantly now, the vibrations pushing you closer, his cock so hard it looks like it might rip through his pants. every time you slam down, he thrusts his tongue deeper, sucking noisily, encouraging you with muffled praises and filthy commands.
“that’s my nasty fucking girlfriend—use my face. faster—c’mon, grind it. make me choke on this pretty pussy.”
you do. you ride his tongue like it’s the only thing you were made for—moaning, sobbing, soaking him completely while another orgasm builds fast and brutal. the pleasure is so intense it borders on painful, every nerve singing, your whole body trembling as you hurtle toward the edge again.
gojo’s hands grip your hips tight, helping you move, forcing you down harder as he groans and laps and sucks like he’ll never get enough.
and you know—he won’t.
not until you’ve cum all over his face at least two more times… and maybe until that throbbing cock finally gets its turn.
GETO SUGURU
geto’s got you spread out on the bed, knees bent and thighs parted wide, his long black hair tied back messily so nothing gets in the way. he’s been kissing down your stomach, tongue tracing lazy circles around your navel while his fingers tease the soaked seam of your panties. you’re already dripping—embarrassingly wet, the fabric clinging to your puffy folds like a second skin. his dark eyes flick up to yours, that calm, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss right over your clothed clit.
“been thinking about eating this pretty pussy all day,” he murmurs, voice low and smooth like velvet dipped in sin. “let me taste you, princess. spread those legs wider and i’ll make you feel good.”
your cheeks burn hot. you bite your lip, fingers twisting in the sheets as another shy little gush of slick leaks out of you. you’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks—sitting on his face, smothering him with your cunt—but saying it out loud feels filthy. still… the ache between your thighs wins.
“suguru…” you whisper, voice barely above a breath, thighs trembling. “can i… can i sit on your face instead?”
geto’s eyes darken instantly, a hungry glint flashing through them. his smirk widens, slow and dangerous, as he licks his lips like he can already taste you. “fuck yes. c’mere, baby. sit on it. i want you to use my tongue.”
he flips onto his back in one smooth motion, tugging you up his body until your knees are planted on either side of his head. the position makes you feel so exposed—hovering over his handsome face, panties pushed to the side, your glistening pussy right above his mouth. you lower yourself carefully, just enough for his hot breath to fan over your folds, but you’re still holding back, thighs tense, not putting your full weight down.
geto notices immediately.
his big hands slide up the backs of your thighs and grip your ass, squeezing the soft flesh. “what’s wrong, hm? scared to sit properly?” he teases, voice muffled slightly as he presses a wet kiss to your inner thigh. “don’t hover, sweetheart. i want this sloppy little cunt smothering me.”
you whimper, embarrassed but so turned on it hurts. you sink a little lower, letting your slick folds brush his lips, but you’re still not fully seated. geto growls softly, the sound vibrating against your pussy and making you jolt.
then he yanks you down.
both hands clamp hard on your hips and pull you flush against his mouth—no mercy, no warning. your soaked cunt presses fully onto his face, clit grinding against his nose, pussy lips spreading obscenely over his mouth and chin. the sudden full contact rips a broken moan from your throat.
“ah—suguru—!”
and then he devours you.
geto’s tongue is relentless—thick, hot, and filthy. he drags it slow and heavy from your leaking hole all the way up to your swollen clit, lapping up every drop of your arousal with loud, greedy slurps. sluuuurp—sluuuurp—sluuuurp. the wet, messy sounds echo obscenely in the room as he eats you like a starving man. his lips seal around your clit and suck hard, tongue flicking rapidly against the sensitive nub while his nose grinds perfect circles into your mound.
the pleasure doubles—triples—hits you like a freight train now that you’re fully seated. no more hovering, no holding back. your weight is completely on his face, smothering him in wet heat, and he fucking loves it. his groans vibrate straight through your core, deep and guttural, making your walls flutter wildly.
“f-fuck—suguru—your mouth—oh my god—” you cry out, hands flying to the headboard as your hips twitch involuntarily. the new angle has his tongue spearing deeper, fucking into your tight hole while his upper lip rubs perfectly against your clit. every tiny movement of your hips drags your pussy all over his face—smearing slick across his cheeks, his chin, the bridge of his nose.
geto moans loudly against your cunt, the vibration making your eyes roll back. “that’s it—sit all the way down, baby. good girl. fuck my face like you mean it.” his words are slurred, wet, barely intelligible because his mouth is buried so deep in your pussy, but they make you clench hard around his thrusting tongue.
you start moving—shy little rolls at first, then bolder, grinding your clit against his tongue with more pressure. the pleasure is insane. every drag of your hips sends sparks shooting up your spine. your juices are pouring out of you, coating his entire lower face, dripping down his neck and soaking the sheets under his head. the wet, filthy schlick-schlick-schlick of your pussy riding his tongue fills the room, mixing with your broken moans and his constant, hungry groans.
“suguru—hah—feels so fucking good—!” you sob, thighs trembling violently around his head. you’re riding him properly now, ass bouncing lightly as you grind down harder, chasing that delicious friction. his hands stay glued to your hips, guiding you, forcing you to take every inch of pleasure he’s giving.
he sucks your clit between his lips again, tongue lashing side to side so fast your vision whites out. then he pulls back just enough to spit a thick glob of saliva right onto your pussy before diving back in, making everything even sloppier. strings of your slick and his spit connect his mouth to your cunt every time you lift slightly, only for him to yank you back down and bury his tongue deeper.
“look at you,” he growls between long, obscene licks, voice wrecked and dripping with lust. “riding my face so fucking pretty. your pussy’s so greedy—sucking on my tongue like it wants my cock. you love smothering me with this wet little cunt, don’t you?”
you whimper pathetically, nodding even though he can’t see it, hips moving faster, grinding harder. “yes—yes—love it—love sitting on your face—suguru—!”
the pleasure builds unbearably fast. your pussy is clenching, fluttering, gushing all over his tongue. geto’s cock is rock hard in his pants, straining painfully against the fabric, twitching every time you moan his name and smear more slick across his face. he’s throbbing just from eating you, from the way your thighs squeeze his head, from how completely you’re using him.
you’re losing control—riding his tongue like a desperate slut, ass bouncing, clit dragging relentlessly over that perfect mouth. every downward grind makes his nose bump your clit just right, every thrust of his tongue hits that spongy spot inside you that makes you see stars.
“gonna—gonna cum—suguru—fuck—!” you scream, voice cracking.
geto doesn’t let up. he sucks your clit harder, tongue fucking into you faster, hands forcing your hips down so you’re completely seated as the orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave.
you shatter.
your thighs clamp tight around his head as you cum hard, pussy spasming violently on his tongue. clear slick squirts out of you, flooding his mouth, soaking his face, dripping down his chin in messy rivulets. you keep riding through it—hips jerking wildly, grinding your pulsing cunt all over his tongue while broken sobs and his name pour from your lips.
geto drinks every drop, moaning loudly like your cum is the best thing he’s ever tasted. “mmph—good girl—give it all to me—fuck, you’re soaking me—!”
even after the peak, he doesn’t stop. his tongue keeps licking you through the aftershocks—slow, deep, filthy strokes that prolong the pleasure until you’re shaking and whimpering, oversensitive and desperate. you try to lift off but his hands yank you right back down.
“where do you think you’re going?” he murmurs against your dripping folds, lips brushing your swollen clit with every word. “i’m not done eating. sit back down, baby. ride me again. i want you to cum until you can’t remember your own name.”
you’re panting, thighs quivering uncontrollably, but the heat in your belly is already flaring back up. you look down at him—his face completely wrecked, lips puffy and shiny, chin and cheeks glistening with your cum, dark eyes burning with raw hunger—and something inside you snaps.
you start riding again. harder this time. filthier.
your ass bounces on his face with wet, lewd smacks, pussy grinding desperately against his tongue as you chase another orgasm. geto’s groans grow louder, more feral, his cock leaking steadily in his pants as he devours you like he’ll never get enough.
“that’s my nasty fucking girlfriend,” he growls, voice thick with your juices. “use my face. smother me. make a mess all over me, princess.”
and you do—riding his tongue until you’re sobbing, squirting again, thighs locked around his head while wave after wave of blinding pleasure tears through you. geto keeps you seated the entire time, hands gripping your ass, tongue working you mercilessly, determined to pull every last drop of pleasure from your body.
you’re not getting off his face anytime soon.
and with how good it feels, you never want to.
CHOSO KAMO
choso’s been acting weird all evening—fidgeting, avoiding your eyes, cheeks dusted with that rare pink flush that only appears when he’s overthinking something filthy. you’re both on the bed, you in just an oversized shirt and panties, him shirtless with those dark tattoos stark against his pale skin, hair tied back messily. he’s been kissing you slow and deep for the last twenty minutes, hands roaming your thighs but never quite going where you want them. you can feel how hard he is, thick cock straining against his sweats, but he’s holding back.
“choso… baby, what’s wrong?” you murmur against his lips, cupping his flushed face. “you’ve been acting shy. talk to me.”
he swallows hard, adam’s apple bobbing, eyes darting away. his voice comes out low, almost mumbled. “i… i want to taste you. really bad. been thinking about it all day but…” he trails off, ears burning red. asking to eat you out already embarrasses him half to death—asking you to sit on his face? that feels impossible for him right now.
you tilt your head, heart softening even as your pussy throbs at his words. you can read him so easily. the way his hands keep gripping your hips, pulling you closer but then hesitating, the way his gaze keeps dropping to your thighs like he’s imagining them wrapped around his head.
you smirk softly, deciding to help your sweet, embarrassed boyfriend. “you want me to sit on your face, choso?”
his eyes snap to yours, wide and shocked, cheeks flaring darker. he nods once, jerky and shy, barely able to speak. “y-yeah… if you want to. please.”
fuck, he’s adorable when he’s like this. you kiss him deep, then climb up his body, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his head. you hover at first, panties already soaked through, the scent of your arousal making his nostrils flare. choso’s hands tremble as they rest on your thighs, thumbs stroking the soft skin like he’s scared to pull you down.
“you sure?” you whisper, still a little shy yourself but dripping at the thought.
“please,” he breathes, voice hoarse. “i need it. need to feel you on me.”
you hook your fingers in your panties and slide them to the side, exposing your glistening, puffy cunt. slowly, you lower yourself.
the moment your wet folds meet his mouth, choso lets out a broken, muffled groan that vibrates straight through your core. his tongue comes out hesitant at first—soft, exploratory licks along your slit, tasting your slick like it’s something sacred. but the second he gets a proper taste, something in him snaps.
his hands clamp down hard on your hips and yank you fully onto his face.
“mmph—!” you gasp sharply as your entire weight settles on him, your soaked pussy smothering his mouth and nose completely. no more hovering. you’re sitting. fully. his tongue immediately drags thick and heavy through your folds, lapping up every drop with sudden, starving intensity.
and holy fuck—it’s good.
insanely good.
choso eats you like a man who’s been dying of thirst. his tongue is long, hot, and surprisingly skilled for how shy he usually is. he licks broad, messy stripes from your leaking hole up to your swollen clit, then circles the sensitive nub with tight, precise flicks that make your thighs quake instantly. loud, wet slurping sounds fill the room—obscene, filthy sluuuurp-sluuurp-sluuuurp as he devours you without shame now that he’s finally got you where he wants.
“choso—oh my god—!” your voice cracks, hands flailing because you don’t know what the fuck to do with them. they land on the headboard, then fist in his hair, then scramble at your own thighs, trembling violently. your whole body is shaking from the overwhelming pleasure, hips twitching uncontrollably as you grind down on his face.
he moans loudly against your cunt, the deep vibration making your eyes roll back. “mmph—taste so good—fuck, baby—” his words are slurred, barely coherent because his mouth is buried so deep in your pussy, but the raw need in his voice makes you gush fresh slick all over his tongue.
you’re losing it. your arms don’t know where to go—one hand ends up gripping his hair tight, the other slapping against the wall for balance as your hips start rolling on their own. you’re riding his face now, grinding your dripping cunt against his tongue in desperate circles, ass bouncing lightly with every movement. choso’s groans grow louder, more desperate, his cock twitching wildly in his sweats, leaking pre-cum in a steady stream.
the pleasure is blinding. every drag of your clit over his tongue sends electricity shooting up your spine. his nose grinds perfectly against your mound while his tongue spears deep into your hole, fucking in and out with wet, squelching thrusts. your juices are everywhere—coating his chin, his cheeks, dripping down his neck and soaking the pillow beneath his head. the mess is filthy, and choso only pulls you down harder, like he wants to drown in it.
“hah—choso—your tongue—fuck, it’s so deep—!” you sob, thighs clamping around his head as another wave of pleasure crashes over you. you’re trembling so hard you can barely stay upright, arms shaking, legs quivering uncontrollably. you don’t know what to do with yourself—every nerve is on fire, pleasure so intense it almost hurts.
choso’s hands knead your ass roughly, spreading your cheeks wider so he can bury his face even deeper. he sucks your clit between his lips with a wet pop, tongue lashing rapidly against it while he moans like he’s the one getting fucked. the vibrations, the suction, the way his scar-laced lips rub against your folds—it’s too much. your pussy clenches hard, gushing all over his mouth.
“gonna—gonna cum—choso—!” you cry out, voice breaking into a high-pitched whine.
he doesn’t stop. if anything, he gets more intense—sucking harder, tongue moving faster, hands forcing your hips to grind down on him exactly how he wants. you shatter with a scream, thighs locking around his head as your orgasm rips through you like lightning. clear slick squirts onto his tongue, flooding his mouth, dripping messily down his chin while you ride his face through every pulse and spasm.
choso drinks it all greedily, groaning deep and satisfied, tongue still working you through the aftershocks. but he doesn’t let you recover. his grip stays iron-tight, keeping you seated firmly on his face as he continues licking—slow, filthy strokes through your fluttering folds, then back to devouring your oversensitive clit.
you’re a trembling, whimpering mess above him. your arms give out and you have to lean forward, forearms braced on the headboard, forehead pressed against it as your hips keep moving on their own. “too much—choso—fuck—i can’t—ahh—!” but even as you say it, you’re grinding harder, chasing more of that devastating pleasure.
he pulls back just enough to gasp, lips shiny and swollen, face completely wrecked with your cum. his voice is hoarse, wrecked, but full of pure adoration. “don’t stop… please. sit harder. use me. i want more—need to feel you cum again.”
then he yanks you back down and dives in even hungrier.
the second round is brutal. choso’s tongue fucks into you relentlessly, curling against that perfect spongy spot while his upper lip grinds against your clit. you’re riding him like you’ve lost your mind—hips snapping, ass bouncing with wet, lewd smacks against his face, pussy smearing slick everywhere. your arms flail again, one hand tangling painfully in his hair, the other reaching back to grip his wrist for some kind of anchor while your whole body trembles violently.
pleasure stacks on pleasure until you’re sobbing, tears pricking your eyes from how good it feels. another orgasm crashes into you without warning, even stronger than the first. you gush all over his face again, thighs shaking so hard they feel like they might give out, broken cries of his name spilling from your lips as you grind through the high.
choso moans like he’s in heaven, cock throbbing untouched and leaking steadily, completely lost in the taste and feel of you. he keeps you seated the entire time, refusing to let you up even as you whimper from overstimulation.
“one more,” he mumbles against your dripping cunt, voice thick with your juices. “please, baby… sit on it. let me make you feel even better.”
you’re a trembling wreck—arms useless, body shaking, mind blank from pleasure—but you keep riding. grinding. smothering your sweet, embarrassed boyfriend with your soaked pussy while he devours you like he’ll never get enough.
choso stays buried between your thighs for what feels like hours, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you until you’re completely spent, slumped forward and twitching, unable to do anything but moan and tremble on his face.
and even then, he keeps licking softly, gently cleaning you up with long, loving strokes of his tongue, like he could stay there forever.
RYOMEN SUKUNA
you’re straddling sukuna’s broad chest in the middle of his massive bed, the silk sheets already twisted beneath you both. he’s lounging back against the pillows like a king on his throne—four arms lazily draped around your waist and thighs, crimson eyes half-lidded with bored amusement as he watches you squirm. you’ve been dripping down your thighs for the last ten minutes just from his low, mocking teasing, but you finally gather the courage to ask.
“sukuna… baby,” you whisper sweetly, cheeks burning as you trace one finger over the black tattoos on his chest. “can i sit on your face? please?”
a low, dangerous chuckle rumbles from deep in his chest. one of his large hands squeezes your ass possessively. “oh? the little wife wants to smother her husband with that greedy cunt?” his smirk is sharp, fangs glinting. “how bold. go on then. sit. i’m curious how long you’ll last before you’re crying and begging.”
he doesn’t wait for you to overthink it. two of his hands grip your hips and yank you forward, the other two spreading your thighs wider as he pulls you right over his face. you barely have time to hook your soaked panties to the side before your dripping pussy is hovering above his mouth.
sukuna’s tongue—long, thick, and inhumanly skilled—slides out first. he drags the flat of it slowly up your slit, tasting you with a deep, satisfied groan. “mmh… already this fucking wet for me? pathetic.”
then he yanks you down.
your full weight settles onto his face in one rough pull, your soaked folds spreading obscenely over his mouth and nose. the sudden, complete contact rips a loud moan from your throat.
“ah—sukuna—!”
his tongue is everywhere at once.
long and flexible, it spears deep into your leaking hole, fucking in and out with wet, filthy thrusts while the tip curls perfectly against that spongy spot inside you. at the same time, the upper part of his tongue flicks and swirls around your swollen clit like he’s french kissing it—slow, sloppy, open-mouthed sucks followed by rapid, sinful strokes that make your eyes roll back instantly.
“f-fuuuck—!” your hands slap against the headboard, thighs already trembling violently around his head.
sukuna growls against your cunt, the deep vibration shooting straight to your core. he eats you like he owns you—because he does. loud, messy, obscene sounds fill the room: wet slurping, filthy schlick-schlurp-sluuuuurp as he devours every drop of your slick. his lips seal around your clit and suck hard, tongue lashing against it in ways that make your toes curl and your back arch.
you try to hover just a little, overwhelmed by how intense it feels, but sukuna snarls in disapproval.
two massive hands clamp down on your hips like iron and force you down harder—smothering him completely with your dripping pussy. your clit grinds right against his tongue as he practically makes out with it, sucking and licking and flicking in perfect, devastating rhythm.
“don’t you dare hover, brat,” he growls right into your cunt, the words muffled and wet. “sit. all the way. i want to feel this sloppy little pussy drowning me.”
you sob, pleasure crashing over you in heavy waves. your hips start moving on their own—small, shy rolls at first—until sukuna’s hands take full control. he forces your hips to grind faster, harder, guiding you in quick, filthy circles that drag your clit relentlessly over his tongue.
“that’s it—fuck my face properly, wife. use that greedy cunt on your king’s tongue.”
the pleasure doubles—triples. his long tongue thrusts deep inside you while his lips suck viciously on your clit, the dual sensation making your vision blur. you’re riding his face now, ass bouncing, thighs shaking uncontrollably as slick pours out of you in messy rivulets. it coats his chin, his cheeks, drips down his neck and onto the sheets. the wet sounds are pornographic—your pussy squelching loudly against his mouth with every forced grind.
“sukuna—oh my god—your tongue— it’s so deep—hah—!” you cry out, voice cracking into a broken whine.
he laughs darkly against your folds, the sound sending fresh vibrations through your core. one of his hands leaves your hip just long enough to slap your ass hard—once, twice—before forcing you down even harder. his tongue curls inside you, stroking that perfect spot over and over while he french kisses your clit like it’s his favorite meal. sucking, licking, swirling, flicking—overwhelming you completely.
your arms flail. you don’t know where to put them—one fists in his pink hair, the other braces against the headboard as your whole body trembles violently. the pleasure is too much, too intense, building frighteningly fast.
“gonna—gonna cum—sukuna—please—!”
he doesn’t slow down. if anything, he forces your hips to move faster, slamming you down onto his tongue with brutal strength. his mouth suctions hard around your clit, tongue lashing wildly, and you shatter with a scream.
your orgasm crashes through you like lightning. your thighs lock around his head as your pussy spasms violently, gushing clear slick all over his tongue and face. you keep grinding through it—forced by his strong hands—riding out every pulse while sobbing his name. sukuna drinks it all greedily, moaning loud and deep like your cum is ambrosia, never once stopping his assault.
but he’s not satisfied.
even as you’re twitching and whimpering from oversensitivity, he yanks you back down and keeps going. his tongue fucks into your fluttering hole mercilessly, sucking on your swollen clit until fresh tears spill down your cheeks.
“again,” he demands, voice thick with your juices. “cum again, brat. i want to feel you break on my tongue.”
his hands force your hips into a brutal rhythm—fast, deep grinds that make your ass bounce lewdly against his face. the wet slapping sounds mix with your desperate cries and his constant, hungry groans. your clit is throbbing, overstimulated and hypersensitive, but the pleasure keeps building anyway, sharper and hotter than before.
you’re a trembling, sobbing mess above him—arms shaking, legs quivering uncontrollably, body completely overwhelmed by the relentless assault of his long, skilled tongue. he’s practically making love to your pussy with his mouth, french kissing your clit like he’s trying to ruin you for anything else.
“sukuna—too much—i can’t—ahhh—!”
“you can,” he snarls, slapping your ass again before forcing you down harder. “and you will. ride my fucking face until you squirt all over your king like the desperate little wife you are.”
another orgasm rips through you without mercy. you scream, body convulsing as you gush hard onto his tongue, soaking his face completely. your hips jerk wildly in his iron grip, grinding and twitching as wave after wave crashes over you.
sukuna keeps you pinned, tongue still working you through it—slow, filthy licks mixed with hard sucks—until you’re almost limp. then he starts again. faster. rougher.
he forces your hips into short, rapid bounces, making your soaked pussy slap wetly against his mouth while his tongue spears deep with every downward thrust. the overstimulation has you seeing stars, babbling incoherently, tears streaming down your face as pleasure borders on pain.
“look at you,” he mocks between long, sloppy licks, voice dripping with arrogance and lust. “crying and shaking just from sitting on my face. pathetic. but you love it, don’t you? love drowning your husband in this messy cunt.”
you can only whimper and nod, too overwhelmed to speak properly. your third orgasm hits even harder, ripping another broken scream from your throat as you squirt all over his tongue again, body trembling violently in his grasp.
sukuna finally slows just enough to let you breathe, but his tongue still lazily laps at your dripping folds, cleaning up every drop while you slump forward, forearms braced on the headboard, panting and twitching.
his crimson eyes gleam up at you from between your thighs, face completely wrecked—lips swollen, chin and cheeks shiny with your cum, hair messy from your desperate tugging.
“cute,” he purrs, voice low and dangerous. “but i’m nowhere near done with you, wife.”
two hands pull you back down firmly as his long tongue slides back inside you, already curling for more.
“keep sitting. we’re going to see just how many times i can make you break tonight.”
and with that, he forces your hips to start moving again—fast, relentless, overwhelming—until the only thing left in your mind is his name and the devastating pleasure of his tongue.
HIROMI HIGURUMA
hiromi’s been between your thighs for the better part of an hour already—kissing, licking, sucking marks into the soft skin—but tonight he’s different. slower. more deliberate. his dark hair is tousled, tie long discarded, shirt unbuttoned and hanging open over that lean, toned chest. those sharp, tired eyes are fixed on your soaked pussy like it’s the most fascinating case he’s ever studied.
you’re straddling his chest, heart hammering, when he finally speaks.
“i want you to sit on my face.”
his voice is low, a little rough, that usual calm courtroom tone now thick with hunger. your breath catches. you’ve always loved his nose—big, prominent, perfectly shaped—and the filthy little daydreams you’ve had about it… but hearing him actually ask makes your cunt clench hard.
“h-hiromi… are you sure?” you whisper, cheeks burning even as fresh slick drips down your folds.
he wets his lips slowly, eyes never leaving your glistening pussy. “very sure. come here. all the way.”
you crawl up his body on shaky knees, hovering over his face. he stares. long. shamelessly. his hands slide up your thighs and grip the backs of them, thumbs pressing into the crease where your legs meet your ass. then he uses two fingers to spread your puffy cunt lips wide open, exposing every pink, dripping inch of you.
you think for a second he’s just inspecting you—those intense lawyer eyes studying your most intimate place like he’s memorizing evidence—until he leans in and drags his tongue in one long, obscene stripe from your leaking hole all the way up to your clit.
“oh—fuck—!” you gasp, hands flying to the headboard.
hiromi groans deeply, the sound vibrating straight through your core. “so fucking pretty,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “look at how wet you are… dripping all over my face already.”
then he truly begins.
his long tongue spears deep into your entrance, fucking in and out with slow, deliberate strokes while his stretched fingers keep your lips spread obscenely wide. the wet, filthy sounds are instant—loud, sloppy schlick-schlurp-sluuuuurp as he eats you from below like a man savoring a fine meal. every thrust of his tongue reaches deeper than you thought possible, curling and stroking along your walls, coaxing more slick to gush onto his chin.
you swear you see heaven.
your thighs start trembling violently. the stretch of his fingers holding you open, the way his tongue fucks into you so thoroughly, the heat of his breath—it’s overwhelming in the best way. “hiromi—oh my god—your tongue—hah—!”
he hums in response, the vibration making your eyes roll back. then he pulls his tongue out and licks a slow, filthy stripe all the way up your slit again—obscenely slow, dragging every drop of your arousal back into his mouth. and that’s when it happens.
his big, perfect nose accidentally brushes right against your swollen clit.
electricity shoots up your spine. your hips jerk hard.
“ah—!” the sound that rips out of you is broken and needy. you can’t help it—you grind down instinctively, chasing that perfect pressure.
hiromi’s eyes flick up to yours, dark and burning. a low, satisfied chuckle vibrates against your cunt. “there it is,” he murmurs, voice muffled. “use it, baby. ride my face.”
he doesn’t give you time to hesitate.
his hands grip your hips firmly and pull you down harder, forcing your full weight onto his face. your soaked pussy smothers him completely—clit grinding directly against the bridge of that big nose while his tongue continues its relentless assault on your entrance. he licks you like he’s trying to map every inch, long strokes mixed with quick flicks, sucking noisily on your folds before diving back inside.
you lose control instantly.
your hips start rolling—slow and experimental at first, then faster, needier. every grind drags your throbbing clit over his nose while his tongue fucks deep into your cunt. the sensation is devastating. the firm cartilage of his nose provides the perfect, unrelenting pressure against your clit while his hot, wet tongue spears and curls inside you.
“hiromi—fuck—your nose—oh my fucking god—!” you sob, voice cracking as pleasure crashes over you in heavy waves.
the sounds are filthy. wet. obscene. your slick coats his entire face—shiny on his cheeks, dripping down the sides of his nose, soaking his chin and the sheets beneath his head. every roll of your hips makes a lewd schlick-schlick-schlick against his mouth and nose. hiromi is groaning constantly now, deep, hungry sounds that vibrate through your pussy and push you closer to the edge.
he keeps your lips spread with his fingers, tongue thrusting faster, nose grinding perfectly against your clit with every desperate circle of your hips. you’re riding his face like you were made for it—ass bouncing lightly, thighs flexing, hands gripping the headboard so tight your knuckles turn white.
“that’s it, sweetheart,” he growls into your cunt, the words slurred and wet. “ride my nose. fuck my tongue. make a mess all over me.”
you do. shamelessly.
your hips snap faster, grinding harder, using every inch of his face. the pressure on your clit is constant, perfect, driving you insane. his tongue curls against that spongy spot inside you over and over while his nose rubs tight little circles on your swollen nub. pleasure stacks brutally fast—hot, intense, blinding.
your whole body starts shaking. legs trembling uncontrollably around his head, arms quivering, moans turning into broken sobs.
“hiromi—i’m—i’m gonna—fuck—!”
he doesn’t slow down. if anything, he pulls you down even harder, burying his face completely in your pussy. his tongue fucks you faster, nose grinding relentlessly against your clit until you shatter with a scream.
your orgasm hits like a freight train.
thighs clamping around his head, hips jerking wildly as your cunt spasms hard on his tongue. clear slick squirts out of you, flooding his mouth, soaking his nose and chin in messy rivulets. you keep riding through it—grinding, twitching, sobbing his name while wave after wave of blinding pleasure tears through your body.
hiromi moans loudly, drinking every drop like he’s dying for it. “good girl—give it all to me—fuck, you’re soaking me—!”
even after the peak, he doesn’t stop.
his tongue keeps licking through your fluttering walls, long, slow, obscene strokes while his nose continues brushing and nudging your oversensitive clit. you’re a trembling, whimpering wreck above him, but he keeps you seated firmly, forcing you to take every last bit of pleasure.
“again,” he murmurs against your dripping folds, voice thick with your cum. “ride me again, baby. i want to feel you cum on my nose until you can’t think straight.”
you’re still shaking, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking your eyes, but you obey. your hips start moving once more—slower at first, then building back up to those desperate, filthy grinds. the overstimulation makes everything sharper, hotter. every drag of your clit over his big nose sends sparks exploding behind your eyelids.
hiromi’s hands stay locked on your hips, guiding you, encouraging you to use him completely. his groans grow louder, more desperate, his cock straining painfully hard in his slacks, twitching every time you moan and gush on his face.
you ride him through another orgasm—then another—each one more intense than the last. your pussy is a sloppy, twitching mess, juices coating his entire face, dripping down his neck. you’re babbling, crying, thighs locked around his head as you grind your clit desperately against that perfect nose while his tongue fucks you senseless.
“hiromi—too much—fuck—your nose feels so good—i can’t—ahhh—!”
he answers by sucking your clit between his lips, nose pressing harder, tongue curling deep inside you until you squirt again—harder this time—shaking and sobbing above him like you’ve truly seen heaven.
only when you’re slumped forward, forehead pressed to the headboard, body twitching uncontrollably, does he finally ease up. his tongue gives you one last long, slow, loving lick from entrance to clit, collecting every drop, before he gently kisses your swollen folds.
his voice is hoarse, wrecked, but full of dark satisfaction when he speaks.
“my perfect girl… look at the mess you made on my face.”
you glance down through blurry eyes—his handsome face is absolutely drenched, lips swollen, that big nose shiny with your cum, hair messy from your desperate grinding.
he smirks, eyes gleaming with hunger that says he’s nowhere near done.
“now… sit back down. i’m still thirsty.”
and he pulls you right back onto his face, ready to ruin you all over again.
𝓲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ♰ six years of tension snap when satoru’s jealousy finally explodes, leading to a heated argument that turns into a desperate, messy hookup where he makes it very clear you’ve always been his.
✿ ◞◟) gojo satoru 𝓍 female!reader
𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, porn with plot (but its mostly porn lmao), best friends to lovers, jealousy, satoru is down bad, lot of kissing, handjob, big dick!satoru, biting, begging, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie, missionary + doggy style, praise, dirty talk, satoru is pathetic.
gojo satoru had been your best friend for six years, and in that time, you'd learned to accept certain things about him.
one — he was obnoxiously handsome. not in a way that felt fair or earned, but in the kind of effortless, god-cheated way that made waitresses forget his order and strangers stop him on the street to tell him he should model. satoru had white hair that never seemed to have a bad day, lashes so long they cast tiny shadows on his cheeks, and eyes so blue they looked like someone had turned up the saturation on just him while the rest of the world stayed normal.
two — satoru had very, very loud opinions, especially about anyone you dated.
you'd noticed the pattern about a year into your friendship, when you'd casually mentioned a guy from your psych class who'd asked for your number. satoru had been sprawled across your couch, stealing your fries, and he'd gone still for a second before tilting his head and saying;
"him? really? he's got weird eyebrows."
you'd blinked at him.
"his eyebrows are fine."
"they're asymmetrical," satoru had said, like that was a real crime. "and he laughs like a seal. you really want to listen to that for a whole date?"
you'd gone on the date anyway.
the guy's eyebrows had been perfectly normal, and his laugh had been genuinely nice, but satoru's comment had stuck in your head the whole time, making you hyperaware of things you never would have noticed otherwise.
that was his gift, or his curse, you hadn't decided yet.
since then, there had been others;
a very sweet and cute guy from your economics discussion group who satoru had dismissed as "way too short for you" (he’d been five eleven). a sweet philosophy major who satoru had claimed "smelled like soup" (he hadn't). a theater student who satoru had said was "obviously using you to get over his ex" (that one had actually been true, and you'd hated admitting satoru was right).
each time, satoru had been there, lounging in your space like he belonged there, making comments that ranged from mildly annoying to borderline cruel. and each time, you'd rolled your eyes and gone on the date anyway, because that was just how satoru was; opinionated, dramatic, a little bit of an asshole.
but satoru was also the one who showed up at your door at 2am with takeout when you failed a midterm.
the one who let you cry on his shoulder after the theater student broke your heart, the one who remembered how you took your coffee and which side of the bed you slept on and the name of your childhood stuffed animal.
so you let the comments slide, mostly.
but this time was different.
this time, his name was jaehyun, and you'd met him at a house party two weeks ago — the guy was in grad school for architecture, had kind eyes and a quiet laugh, and when he'd asked you out for coffee, you'd felt that little flutter in your chest that you'd almost forgotten existed.
you'd mentioned him to satoru casually, the way you always did, expecting the usual eyeroll and some stupid comment about jaehyun's haircut or his shoes.
what you got was something else entirely.
"jaehyun?" satoru had repeated, his voice doing something very strange — going flat in a way it never did. "what kind of name is jaehyun?"
"a perfectly normal one," you'd said, not looking up from your phone. "he's in grad school. architecture. really sweet."
"architecture," he had echoed, like you'd said jaehyun collected human teeth. "so he draws buildings. cool. very exciting."
you'd glanced up then, frowning.
satoru was sitting across from you at the campus coffee shop, his long legs stretched out under the table, one of his legs pressed against yours in that way he always did — like he needed to be touching you to exist properly. his sunglasses were pushed up into his white hair, and his expression was carefully, almost aggressively, neutral.
"what's your problem?" you'd asked.
"nothing," he'd said, too fast. "no problem. i'm thrilled for you. jaehyun the architect. hope he designs you a very nice house."
you'd stared at satoru for a very long moment, waiting for the usual punchline. but he'd just smiled — that big, fake, toothy smile that meant he was annoyed about something and pretending he wasn't at all.
you'd let it go. you were used to satoru being weird.
but over the next week, his weirdness escalated into something you couldn't ignore.
it started small; satoru started showing up at your apartment unannounced, which wasn't new — he'd always done that, letting himself in with the key you'd given him after he'd climbed your fire escape twice in one week. but before, he'd text first, or at least announce his presence with a dramatic "honey, i'm home!" as he walked through the door.
now, he just appeared.
you'd be doing dishes, and suddenly there he was, leaning against your doorframe like he'd been there the whole time. you'd be studying at your desk, and satoru’s chin would appear over your shoulder, his chest warm against your back, asking what you were doing in a voice that was way too low for the question he was asking.
and god, the touching.
satoru had always been touchy. you'd known that about him from the beginning — the way he'd sling an arm over your shoulders, rest his hand on your lower back when you walked through crowds, drape his legs over yours when you sat together on the couch.
he was a physical person, and you'd never minded, because it was just satoru.
but this was very different.
now, satoru’s hand found the small of your back every time you stood next to him. his fingers brushed your wrist when you handed him something. when you sat on the couch together, he pulled you against his side like you might float away if he didn't hold you down, his arm tight around your waist, his thumb tracing circles against your hip.
and it was always casual, always easy, like he wasn't even aware he was doing it.
but you were aware.
painfully aware, every time his thigh pressed against yours, every time his breath ghosted across your neck when he leaned in to look at your phone, every time his fingers lingered on your skin a second longer than they needed to.
you didn't say anything. because what would you even say? 'hey, why are you touching me so much?' that sounded crazy. he was your best friend, and best friends touched.
but then came the comments…
"so when am i meeting jaehyun?" satoru asked one afternoon, sprawled across your bed while you got ready to go out.
you weren't even going out with jaehyun — you were simply going to a study group — but satoru had shown up forty minutes ago and hadn't left.
"you're not," you said, digging through your closet for a hoodie. "we've been on two coffee dates. it's not serious."
"but it could be," satoru said.
it was not a question, and his blue eyes tracked you across the room, and you felt them like a physical weight.
"maybe," you said, because you didn't know yet.
jaehyun was nice. jaehyun was safe. but jaehyun didn't make your heart race in that annoying, confusing way that made you want to scream.
satoru made a sound in the back of his throat, something low and very dissatisfied.
"jaehyun wears new balance sneakers," satoru said, like he was delivering a closing argument. "new balance! do you really want to be seen with a man who wears new balance?"
you turned to look at him.
"you're wearing crocs right now."
"crocs are ironic," satoru said, completely serious. "new balance is a cry for help."
you threw a pillow at him. he caught it without looking, grinning, and you tried to ignore how your stomach flipped.
the worst night, the night everything broke, started like this;
you had a date, a real one.
jaehyun had texted you earlier in the week asking if you wanted to go to that new ramen place downtown, the one with the hour-long wait and the broth people wrote blog posts about. you'd said yes, because you'd been wanting to go, and because jaehyun's texts made you smile, and because you were trying very hard to be normal about all of this.
you hadn't told satoru.
not because you were hiding it, exactly, but because you knew damn well — you knew — what would happen if you did; the comments, the touching, the way he'd look at you with those too-blue eyes like he was trying to communicate something you didn't have the vocabulary to understand.
so you kept it to yourself.
you got dressed in your room, you picked out a black dress that made you feel so pretty, you did your makeup carefully in the bathroom mirror. your hair fell prettily in waves around your shoulders, and you added a necklace — something delicate, something that caught the light.
you casually were just reaching for your black coat when the front door opened.
"satoru," you said, and your voice came out strangled.
your best friend stood in your doorway, and for a moment, neither of you moved. his eyes swept over you — the dress, the makeup, the necklace — and something flickered across his face; something fast and dark that he smoothed over before you could fully read it.
"going somewhere?" satoru asked, and his voice was light, but his jaw was tight.
you should have lied. you should have said study group, or grocery shopping, or literally anything else, but you'd never lied to satoru before, not about anything that mattered, and you didn't know how to start now.
"i have a date," you said. "with jaehyun."
the silence that followed was deafening.
satoru didn't move; he simply stood there, one hand still on the doorknob, his body blocking the doorway like he could physically prevent you from leaving. his white hair was slightly messy, like he'd been running his hands through it, and he was wearing that black sweater you liked — the one that made his shoulders look impossibly broad.
"jaehyun," he repeated flatly.
"yes," you said, and your voice came out smaller than you intended. "jaehyun. the architect. the one i told you about."
"i know who jaehyun is," satoru said.
he completely stepped into the apartment, finally, and pushed the door closed behind him. the click of the lock was weirdly loud in the quiet room.
"i just thought you would have better taste."
the casual cruelty of it stung.
you felt it in your chest, sharp and hot, and suddenly you were so tired — tired of the comments, tired of the games, tired of the way satoru touched you and looked at you and made you feel like you were constantly missing something obvious.
"what is your problem, satoru?" you asked, and your voice cracked in the middle.
satoru blinked. "what?"
"you heard me."
you turned to face him fully, your coat completely forgotten on the couch. your hands were shaking, so you curled them into fists at your sides.
"every single time i mention someone, you have something to say. their eyebrows are wrong, they're too short, they smell like soup—"
"the soup thing was valid—"
"it wasn't!" you shouted, and satoru's mouth snapped shut. "it wasn't, satoru. and now it's jaehyun, and you won't even give him a chance. you show up at my apartment without warning, you won't stop touching me, you look at me like—"
you stopped, breathless, your heart pounding so hard you could feel it in your throat.
satoru was watching you with an expression you'd never seen before. his usual mask — the arrogant smirk, the lazy confidence, the annoying playfulness — had slipped away entirely. underneath was something raw. something hungry.
"like what?" satoru asked, and his voice was low. rough. "like what, sweetheart?"
you shook your head, stepping back, and your legs hit the edge of the couch.
"this isn't fair. you can't just—you don't get to act like this every time i try to move on. you don't get to be jealous when you're the one who—"
"jealous?" satoru laughed, but there was no humor in it. "you think i'm jealous?"
"i know you are," you said. "everyone can see it, satoru. suguru sees it. shoko sees it. i'm pretty sure my neighbor across the hall sees it, and she's half-blind."
satoru's jaw tightened.
he took a step toward you, then another, until he was close enough that you could smell his cologne — something clean and warm, like cedar and vanilla. his hand came up, and you flinched, but he just tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, his long fingers trailing down the side of your neck.
"and what if i am?" he murmured. "jealous. what if i can't stand the thought of you going out with him tonight? what if i've been going crazy for weeks, watching you text him, hearing you say his name—"
"then you should have said something," you whispered, and your voice broke on the last word.
satoru's hand slid to your jaw, tilting your face up so you had to look at him. his eyes were almost desperate, searching your face like he was looking for something he needed to survive.
"i'm saying something now," he said. "i can't watch you with anyone else. i can't do it. i've tried—god, i've tried—but every time you smile at someone who isn't me, i want to tear something apart."
your breath caught. "satoru—"
"so if you're gonna be with someone," he continued, his thumb brushing across your lower lip. "it's gonna be me."
the words hung in the air between you, heavy and electric.
you could feel the heat of satoru’s body through your dress, could see the way his chest rose and fell with each uneven breath. his hand was still on your jaw, gentle but firm, like he was afraid you'd disappear if he let go.
"what about jaehyun?" you asked, and it came out breathless.
satoru's eyes darkened. "fuck jaehyun."
and just like that, he kissed you.
it wasn't a soft or gentle kiss, no, it was so desperate and hungry and a little bit angry, like satoru had been holding this back for long years and the dam had finally broken.
satoru’s mouth moved against yours like he was trying to prove something, his hand sliding into your hair, tilting your head back so he could kiss you deeper.
you made a little sound — something between a gasp and a moan — and satoru swallowed it. his other hand found your waist, pulling you against him until there was no space left between your bodies; he was warm and solid and everywhere, and your brain had stopped working entirely.
when he finally pulled back, both of you were breathing hard. satoru’s lips were swollen, his eyes dark, and there was a flush creeping up his neck that you'd never seen before.
"tell me you don't want this," he said, his voice rough. "tell me to stop, and i will. but if you don't—"
you kissed him again, because you couldn't not. because six long years of insane tension and longing and denial had been building to this moment, and now that it was here, you couldn't imagine doing anything else.
satoru groaned against your mouth, his hands sliding down to grip your hips. he walked you backward until your legs hit the couch, and then he was lowering you onto the cushions, his body covering yours, his weight pressing you into the fabric.
"god, i've wanted this for so long," he murmured against your neck, his lips brushing your pulse point. "so fucking long. you have no idea."
"then show me," you said, and you felt him shudder.
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes roaming over your face like he was memorizing it.
"when i'm done with you," satoru said, and his voice was low and dark and full of promise. "you're not gonna remember jaehyun's name."
and then he kissed you again, and you stopped thinking about jaehyun entirely.
satoru's mouth was hot and insistent, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your toes curl inside your boots. he kissed like he did everything else — like he was competing for something, like he needed to win. but there was desperation underneath it, a trembling kind of hunger that made his hands shake slightly where they gripped your hips.
you kissed him back just as hard, your fingers tangling in his soft white hair, pulling him impossibly closer.
satoru made a sound — something low and wrecked — and his hips pressed into yours instinctively; you could feel him already, hard against your thigh through his jeans, and the knowledge sent a rush of heat straight through your core.
"bedroom," satoru murmured hungrily against your lips, and it wasn't a question.
you nodded, breathless, and then he was pulling you up off the couch, his hands never leaving your body. one palm flat against your lower back, the other cupping the side of your neck, his fingers threading into your hair. satoru kissed you the whole way down the hall — deep, messy kisses that made you stumble backward, trusting him to guide you.
he did. of course he did.
satoru’s body was a wall of heat in front of you, and his hands were everywhere; your waist, your ribs, the curve of your ass through your dress. he squeezed once, experimentally, and when you gasped into his mouth, he did it again, harder.
"fuck," he breathed, and you felt the word more than heard it.
your bedroom door was open, and he walked you through it without looking, his attention entirely on your mouth, your jaw, the spot behind your ear that made you shiver when he kissed it. the backs of your knees hit the bed, and you fell backward onto the mattress, pulling him with you.
satoru caught himself on his forearms, hovering over you, his hair falling forward into his eyes.
for a second, he just looked at you, like he couldn't believe you were here, beneath him, your dress riding up your thighs and your lipstick smeared across his mouth.
"you're so pretty," satoru said, and his voice cracked in the middle. "god, you're so pretty. i'm gonna lose my mind."
then he sat back on his heels and pulled his sweater over his head in one movement.
you'd seen satoru without a shirt before — pool parties, beach trips, that one time his dorm ac broke and he'd walked around campus in nothing but shorts for a week. but this was different; this was close, and private, and his skin was flushed pink across his chest, and you could see everything.
satoru’s shoulders were absurdly broad, tapering down to a narrow waist that made your mouth water. his chest was defined but not bulky — it was lean muscle that shifted under pale skin as he moved, and there was a thin line of white hair trailing down from his navel, disappearing into the waistband of his jeans, and satoru’s arms were roped with veins that stood out when he flexed.
he caught you staring and smiled — not his usual cocky grin, but something softer, almost shy.
"like what you see?"
"shut up," you said, and reached for him.
satoru came down willingly, his body pressing you into the mattress, his skin warm and smooth against your palms. you ran your hands over his shoulders, down his back, feeling the way his muscles jumped under your touch.
he was all heat and tension, and when your nails dragged lightly down his spine, satoru groaned and buried his pretty face in your neck.
"you're gonna kill me," he mumbled into your skin.
you kissed his shoulder, then his collarbone, then the hinge of his jaw. your hands slid down his sides, over his ribs, and when they reached the button of his jeans, you didn't hesitate.
satoru went rigid.
your fingers fumbled with the button, then the zipper, and then you were reaching inside his boxers, and—
oh!
satoru was ridiculously big.
well… you'd known he would be, somehow — everything about satoru was excessive, after all — but fucking hell, feeling him in your hand was completely different. he was thick and hot and already leaking, and when you wrapped your fingers around him, his whole body shuddered.
"sweetheart," satoru gasped, and it came out as a whine, so high and so desperate.
his hips jerked into your hand involuntarily, and he dropped his forehead to your shoulder, his breathing ragged.
"fuck, fuck, please—"
you stroked him slowly, your thumb spreading the wetness at the tip, and satoru made a sound you'd never heard from him before. it was broken and insanely needy, and satoru was shaking — actually shaking — his long fingers digging into the mattress on either side of your head.
"please what?" you asked, and your own voice was rough.
he lifted his head just enough to look at you, and his eyes were glassy, pupils blown so wide there was almost no blue left.
"please don't stop," satoru whispered. "please. i've wanted this for so long. i've thought about your hands—god, i've thought about your hands so much—"
you squeezed gently, just a little firmer, and his sentence cut off in a choked moan.
satoru buried his face in your neck again, his breath hot and uneven against your skin, and you felt him pulse in your hand; his whole body was tense, thighs flexing against yours, and you could feel how close he was — the way his stomach kept twitching, the way his hips started moving in small, desperate little thrusts into your fist.
"if you keep doing that," satoru said, muffled against your shoulder, "i'm not gonna last."
you didn't answer, you just kept going — steady, intentional, your grip adjusting to the slickness now, your thumb pressing into that spot right under the head on every upstroke. you wanted to see satoru fall apart; you wanted it more than you'd ever wanted anything.
and then he did.
it wasn't loud, that was the thing.
satoru’s breath hitched, held, and then released in a long, shuddering exhale against your neck. his whole body locked up for a second — his back arching just slightly, fingers twisting in the sheets — and then he broke.
you felt it in your hand first; the pulsing, the warmth spilling over your fingers, the way satoru’s hips stuttered and stopped. then the rest of him followed; his forehead pressed harder into your shoulder, almost like he was hiding. his arms trembled on either side of you. a sound came out of him — soft, wrecked, more breath than voice — and you realized his free hand had moved to grip your hip, not guiding you, just holding on.
you kept stroking him through it, slow and gentle now, and satoru whimpered and tried sooo hard to squirm away from the sensitivity even as he pushed into your touch at the exact same time. satoru’s face was still buried in your neck, and you could feel how warm his cheeks were, how damp his lashes were against your skin.
for a moment, neither of you moved.
satoru’s breathing was uneven, hitching every few seconds like he was still coming down, and your hand was a mess, and you didn't care at all.
finally, he lifted his head.
satoru’s face was flushed, his lips parted, his hair a disaster. he looked at you like he'd never seen you before — or maybe like he was seeing you clearly for the first time.
"your turn," you said, and your voice was steadier than you felt.
he blinked slowly, like the words had to travel through fog to reach him, then something completely shifted in satoru’s expression — something dark and determined settling over his still-soft features, a spark of that familiar satoru intensity cutting through the haze.
"my turn," he agreed.
his still trembling hands easily found the hem of your dress, and he pulled it up and over your head with an impatience that made you laugh — a breathless, surprised sound that turned into a gasp when he bent down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your stomach.
satoru worked his way up slowly, kissing every inch of skin he uncovered, his lips hot and wet and reverent. when he reached your bra, he looked up at you, asking silent permission. you simply nodded, and he reached behind you to unclasp it with fingers that trembled even more.
the bra joined your dress on the floor.
satoru sat back on his heels and stared at you; his blue eyes traveled down your body — your breasts, your stomach, the lace edge of your panties — and his expression was almost painful to look at; like he was in awe, like he was in pain.
"you're so beautiful," satoru said, and his voice was hoarse. "i don't—i can't—"
"toru," you said, and your own voice was shaking. "please."
that broke whatever trance he was in.
satoru lowered himself over you again, his mouth finding yours in a kiss that was softer this time, almost tender, and his hand slid down your body, over your ribs, your hip, until his fingers brushed the waistband of your panties.
he pulled back just enough to look down, and then his fingers were hooking into the lace, but he didn't pull them off. instead, satoru pushed them to the side.
the air hit your wetness, and you felt exposed and seen and so incredibly turned on you thought you might combust. satoru's breath caught when he saw you completely, and his pupils swallowed the very last of the blue.
"all this for me?" he murmured, his fingers hovering just above where you needed him.
"y-yes," you said, and you meant it more than you'd ever meant anything. "always for you."
satoru’s eyes flicked up to yours, and something shifted in his expression; something soft and fierce and terrified all at once. then he looked back down, and his middle finger slid through your folds, gathering your wetness, circling your clit in a way that made your hips jerk off the bed.
"fuck," you gasped.
"that's it," satoru murmured, his voice low and focused. "that's it, sweetheart. let me hear you."
he circled your clit again, slow and meticulous, watching your face. when you moaned — loud, involuntary — his lips curved into a smile that was almost smug, but then you moaned again, and his smile faltered, replaced by something hungrier.
"you have no idea," satoru said, his finger still moving in lazy circles. "what this sound does to me."
he pushed two fingers inside you without warning, and your back arched off the bed.
it was so good — way too good — the stretch of his long fingers, the curl of them inside you, the way he found that spot immediately like he'd been studying a map of your body for years. his thumb pressed against your clit, and he started a rhythm that made your vision blur.
"right there?" satoru asked, and his voice was strained.
"y-yes—yes, don't stop—"
and satoru didn't stop.
he fucked you with his long fingers like he really meant it, his palm slapping against your clit with every single thrust, his blue eyes never once leaving your face; he watched every expression, cataloged every sound, and satoru’s own breathing was ragged, his hips pressing into the mattress like he was fucking it just to keep himself sane.
"you're so wet," he said, almost to himself. "god, you're so wet. is this because of me? because of what i said?"
you couldn't answer — you couldn't form any words — so you simply nodded, your hands desperately gripping the sheets, your hips rocking against his hand.
"say it," satoru demanded, his fingers curling harder. "say you want this. say you want me."
"i want you," you sobbed. "i want you, toru, please—"
he added a third finger, and the stretch was almost too much, the pressure building in your core until you couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do a damn thing but feel. his thumb pressed harder against your clit, rubbing in tight circles that matched the rhythm of his fingers, and he leaned down to kiss your chest, your collarbone, the side of your breast.
"cum for me," he murmured against your skin. "cum on my fingers, sweetheart. i want to feel it."
you shattered.
it crashed over you in huge waves, your whole body convulsing, your nails digging into satoru's shoulders as you rode out the pleasure. he didn't stop — he kept his fingers deep inside you, he kept his thumb on your clit, working you through every aftershock until you were trembling and oversensitive and crying his name into the quiet room.
when you finally stilled, satoru pulled his fingers out slowly, carefully, and you watched through half-lidded eyes as he brought them to his mouth.
he licked them clean.
his eyes never left yours as he did it, his tongue sliding between his long fingers, tasting you like you were something precious. he made a sound — low and satisfied — and when he was done, and held his fingers out to you.
"your turn," he said, echoing your words from earlier.
you took his wrist and guided his fingers to your mouth; you sucked them in, one by one, tasting yourself on his skin. his breath hitched, and his hips jerked against the mattress, and you felt powerful in a way you'd never felt before.
when you let go, satoru’s fingers were slick with your spit, and his eyes were almost black.
"f-fuck," he whispered. "fuck, sweetheart. i need—i need to be inside you. please. i can't—"
he was shaking again, his composure crumbling completely, his body vibrating with need above you. you could feel him through his jeans, hard and aching, and you wanted him so badly it was a physical pain.
"then do it," you said. "do it, satoru."
he fumbled with his jeans, pushing them down just enough, and then he was there — pressing against your entrance, the head of his huge cock nudging at your wetness, both of you breathing too fast.
"look at me," he said, and his voice was raw. "i want you to look at me when i finally make you mine."
his voice cracked on the last word, and something in your chest splintered; this wasn't just sex, you could see it in his eyes — blown wide, glassy, stripped of every layer of sarcasm and swagger he'd ever worn. satoru looked terrified and hungry and so in love it was almost painful to witness.
"toru," you whispered, and his name felt different in your mouth now.
"i know," he said, and he sounded almost sorry. "i know we should talk. i know we're gonna have to figure out what the hell we're doing tomorrow. but right now—"
he pressed forward, just barely, the head of his cock catching against your entrance, and you both gasped.
"—right now, i need to be inside you. i need to feel you cum around me. and i need you to watch me fall apart while i do it."
you nodded, unable to speak, and satoru pushed in.
just an inch — slow, so slow — and your body stretched around him, full and burning in a way that made your eyes water. satoru was so much bigger than his fingers, thicker and hotter, and the pressure was almost too much. you felt every millimeter, every pulse of his cock as it slid into you, and the sound he made — god, the sound — was something you'd never heard from him before.
it was a broken moan, high and desperate, like he was the one being split open.
"fuck," satoru choked out, his forehead dropping to yours, and his breath was hot and uneven against your lips. "f-fuck, baby. you're so—you're so tight—i can't—"
his hips stuttered, and he pushed deeper, another inch, and your nails dug into his shoulders. the stretch burned in the best way, your body adjusting to him, and you could feel every ridge, every vein, every tiny shift of his hips.
"m-more," you said, your voice barely a whisper. "please, toru. i want all of it."
satoru made a sound like a wounded animal, and then he pushed forward in one long, slow thrust until he was buried completely inside you.
you both stopped breathing.
he was everywhere, filling you completely, stretching you in a way that bordered on overwhelming, his hips flush against yours; you could feel him throbbing inside you, could feel the way his whole body trembled above you, his arms shaking where they caged you in.
"oh my god," satoru breathed, and his voice was wrecked, absolutely destroyed. "oh my god. sweetheart. you feel—i can't—there aren't words."
his eyes were squeezed shut now, his jaw tight, and you watched a bead of sweat roll down his temple. he looked like he was in pain. like he was holding on by a thread.
"toru," you said, reaching up to cup his face. "look at me."
his eyes opened, and what you saw there completely made your heart clench; satoru looked dazed, almost drunk, his pupils so blown there was only a thin ring of blue left now, his lips were parted, his breathing ragged, and when you ran your thumb across his cheekbone, he turned his head and pressed a kiss to your palm.
"you're gonna be the death of me," satoru murmured against your skin. "you know that, right? i've been imagining this for six years, and it's still—it's so much better than i ever—" he cut himself off with a shaky exhale. "i'm not gonna last. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry, but i can't—"
"then don't," you said. "move, toru. please move."
well… he didn't need to be told twice.
satoru pulled out slowly — agonizingly slowly — until only the tip remained inside you, and then he pushed back in, just as slow, just as deep, his eyes never left yours, watching your face as he bottomed out again, and the expression on his face was one of pure, reverent awe.
"that's it," he whispered. "god, that's it. you're taking me so well, sweetheart. so fucking well."
he did it again, and again, each thrust was slow, deliberate, like he was trying to memorize every sensation; the drag of his huge cock against your walls, the way you clenched around him, the little sounds you made every time he pushed back in. his hands roamed your body — your waist, your ribs, your breasts — touching you like he was afraid you'd disappear.
"you're so beautiful," satoru said, and his voice was thick. "i've wanted to touch you like this for so long. you have no idea how many times i've jerked off thinking about you. thinking about these sounds you're making right now."
satoru’s hips snapped forward a little harder, and you moaned at that — loud and unfiltered — and satoru's eyes rolled back for just a second.
"yeah," he breathed. "yeah, like that. i want to hear you. i want everyone to hear you. i want jaehyun to hear you and know—know that you're mine."
the possessiveness in his voice should have scared you, but instead, it made you clench around him, and satoru groaned so loudly you felt it vibrate through his chest.
"you like that?" he asked, his pace picking up slightly. "you like it when i get jealous? when i talk about how you're mine?"
"fuck—yes," you admitted, because you couldn't lie anymore.
not with your best friend inside you, not with his skin against yours, not with the way he was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
satoru's smile was sharp and hungry.
"good. because you are mine. you have been since the day you let me climb your fire escape."
satoru kissed you then — it was deep and messy, his warm tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that matched his hips. he was fucking you slowly but deeply now, each thrust pushing you up the bed a little, and you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer.
that changed everything.
the angle made him hit something inside you — something that made stars burst behind your eyes, and you cried out against his mouth, and satoru swallowed the sound, his hips stuttering before he found a new rhythm; faster, harder, still deep, but no longer gentle.
"there?" satoru gasped, pulling back just enough to look at your face. "is that the spot? right there?"
you couldn't answer, you could only nod, your hands fisting in his white hair, pulling him down so you could bite his lower lip. and satoru moaned loudly, and his hips snapped forward so hard the headboard banged against the wall.
"oh—f-fuck, sweetheart," satoru panted. "you're gonna make me come so fast. i can't—i've been waiting too long for this. you feel too good."
his hand slid between your bodies, and his thumb found your clit, and you nearly screamed.
he circled it in tight, fast motions, exactly the way you needed, and the combination of his enormous cock hitting that sweet spot inside you and his thumb on your clit was too much. the pleasure built so quickly it was almost painful, your whole body tightening like a coil about to snap.
"that's it," satoru murmured, his voice low and dark and completely gone. "cum for me again, sweetheart. i want to feel you cum on my cock this time. i want to feel you squeeze me while i'm inside you."
his thumb pressed harder, his hips moved faster, and he was looking at you — watching every micro-expression on your face with an intensity that should have been overwhelming.
but all you could feel was him. all you could hear was the sound of his breathing, the wet sounds of your bodies moving together, the little whimpers that fell from his lips every time you clenched around him.
"i'm close," you managed, your voice breaking. "oh my god, toru, i'm so close—"
"yeah?"
satoru was practically fucking you in earnest now, his composure completely gone; his hair was a mess, his face flushed, his lips swollen from your kisses.
"you gonna cum for me? gonna soak my cock, sweetheart? i want to feel it. i want to feel you—"
you came.
it surged through you without warning, your whole body arching off the bed, your nails raking down satoru’s back as you convulsed around him. satoru groaned — a deep, guttural sound that seemed to come from somewhere primal — and his hips kept moving, kept thrusting, working you through every second of your orgasm.
"oh, fuck," he gasped. "oh, fuckfuckfuck, sweetheart—you're squeezing me so tight—i can't—i'm gonna—"
satoru pulled out just enough that you felt the first pulse of his release, hot and sudden, and then he pushed back in and buried himself to the hilt as he came inside you.
his whole body shook, his arms gave out, and satoru collapsed on top of you, his face buried deep in your neck, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he emptied himself into you. he made sounds you'd never heard him make — broken, desperate sounds, almost like sobs — and you felt each pulse of his cock, each wave of his release, hot and filling.
"g-god," satoru whispered against your sweaty skin. "god, sweetheart. i love—i—"
he didn't finish the sentence, maybe he couldn't, maybe he was too far gone.
you held him, your fingers threading through his sweaty hair, your legs still wrapped around his waist. his cock was still inside you, softening slightly but not pulling out, and you could feel his cum leaking out around him, warm and wet.
for a long moment, neither of you moved, neither of you spoke, the only sounds were your breathing, slowly evening out, and the distant hum of the city outside your window.
satoru's hand was tracing patterns on your hip, lazy and absent, and you thought maybe he'd fallen asleep. maybe you'd get a moment to process what had just happened.
then satoru shifted.
his hips rolled forward, just slightly, and you felt him twitch inside you.
"satoru," you said, your voice hoarse.
he lifted his head, and his eyes met yours; they were still dark, still blown wide, but there was something new there now. something hungry and determined and a little bit feral.
"i'm not done," satoru said, and his voice was rough. "i'm not even close to done."
he pulled out slowly, and you felt the loss of him acutely — the sudden emptiness, the trickle of satoru’s cum that slid down your trembling thigh. but before you could mourn it, he was flipping you over, pulling you onto your hands and knees, his hands gripping your hips.
"i've been thinking about this position for years," satoru murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. "thinking about how deep i could get. how loud you'd be."
you heard him spit into his hand — you heard the wet sound of him stroking himself — and then he was pressing against your entrance again, already hard, already ready.
"toru," you said again, and it came out as a pathetic whimper. "i'm still sensitive—"
"i know," satoru said, and he sounded almost apologetic. almost. "but you feel too good, sweetheart. and i'm so fucking obsessed with you. i can't stop. i don't want to stop."
he pushed in, and you both moaned.
it was different from the first time; you were still so wet, still so stretched, still so full of his cum, and satoru slid in easier now, way deeper, until you felt him in your stomach.
satoru paused for a moment, letting you adjust, his forehead pressed to the back of your neck.
"baby, tell me when," satoru said, his voice strained. "tell me when you're ready."
you took a breath, then another, the sensitivity was fading, replaced by a familiar ache, a familiar need.
"now," you said. "move now."
and he did.
satoru started slow again, but this time it was different.
this time, he was savoring; his hands completely roamed your body — your back, your ass, your hips — and he leaned over to press kisses along your spine. his huge cock dragged against your walls in a way that made your eyes roll back, and he was murmuring things against your skin; things you couldn't quite understand, things that sounded like praise and worship and desperation all at once.
"you're so perfect," he breathed. "so perfect for me. this pussy was made for me. you know that? made for my cock."
satoru’s pace quickened, his hips slapping against yours, and the sound was obscene — wet and loud and relentless. he reached around and found your swollen clit again, rubbing in tight circles, and you sobbed with the overstimulation of it.
"too much?" he asked, but he didn't stop. "or not enough?"
"m-more," you gasped. "more, toru—please—"
he gave you more.
satoru fucked you harder, faster, deeper, his grip on your hips so tight you knew there would be bruises tomorrow. his breathing was ragged, his moans were loud, and he was talking — talking constantly, a stream of consciousness that was half dirty and half desperate.
"look at you. taking me so well. you're so wet. so fucking wet. is this all for me? tell me it's all for me."
"it's all for you," you said, and you meant it.
satoru groaned loudly, and his hips snapped forward even harder, and you felt a second orgasm building — faster this time, sharper, pushed along by the overstimulation and the sound of his voice and the way he was fucking you like he needed you to survive.
"cum with me this time," he said, his voice breaking. "i want to feel you cum while i'm filling you up again. i want to feel you squeeze every drop out of me."
his thumb pressed down on your clit, and his hips lost their rhythm, becoming sloppy and desperate, and you knew he was close, and so were you. so close—
"now," satoru gasped. "now, sweetheart—"
you came together.
it was messy and loud and overwhelming, your body clenching around him as he spilled inside you again, his hips jerking erratically as he rode out his orgasm. you collapsed onto the bed, and he followed you down, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his cock still buried deep inside you, still pulsing.
neither of you moved.
satoru’s breath was hot against your ear, his heart pounding against your back, and you could feel him — getting hard again, still inside you, still not pulling out.
"one more," he murmured, and you could hear the smile in his voice, even through the exhaustion. "just one more. and then maybe we can talk about how i'm in love with you."
you laughed — a breathless, surprised sound — and satoru kissed your shoulder, your neck, the curve of your jaw.
"i'm serious, baby," satoru said, his hips rolling forward again, slowly. "i've been in love with you for years. and now that i've had you like this—"
he pushed deeper, and you moaned.
"—i'm never letting you go."
satoru’s hand slid under you, finding your clit again, and you realized he actually meant it.
he wasn't going to stop.
and honestly… you didn't want him to.
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