"i don't like you," satoru pants between kisses, reminding himself rather than you. "just—fuck—just really horny. that's all. doesn't mean anything." you roll your eyes and scoff, grinding the full length of your cock against his own slowly. satoru tilts his head in ecstasy, exposing the long line of his neck, and you drag your tongue up it, tasting his sweat. you nip his earlobe. "god," you pant against his skin. "you fucking like this don't you?" you surge up, flipping him so fast his back hits the cushions with a thud. you slip your hand inside his waistband—finally—and wrap your fingers around him. he bucks into your grip with a strangled curse. "fuck, your hand. feels different." "better than yours?" you murmur against his lips, twisting on the upstroke. satoru nods frantically. "so much better. fuck, don't stop. please." you give him what he wants, fully taking his cock out of his shorts and pumping him slow at first, then faster, slick with his own mess. "you're fucking disgusting, satoru. begging me to have you like this," you free yourself with your other hand, lining your cocks up together, wrapping your hand around the both of you. the stretch of your fingers isn't quite enough—he's thick and you're both too hard, but the pressure is insane. hot and slippery, fucking perfect. satoru looks down, and lets out the most pathetic moan you've ever heard. "look at us, baby," you say in a sultry voice. "look how fucking hard you are for me. so cute." he can't fucking look away, snapping his hips forward and fucking into the tight tunnel of your hand. the heads of your cocks kiss on every upstroke, smearing slick everywhere. "not gay," he gasps one last time, as if it'll save him. you lean down and kiss him, pumping the both of you until you're cumming at the same time, spilling thick cum all over his stomach. "sure you aren't."
Your boyfriend Suguru is many things. He’s doting, and loving, and beyond chivalrous when it counts. He is also a perennial control freak.
You thought this would be good for him — a chance to sit back and let someone else take the wheel. Plus, Gojo has been hounding the two of you for a threesome ever since you first got together. This is as close as he’s going to get.
For now, at least.
Your thighs burn with exertion as you ride your boyfriend’s white-haired best friend reverse cowgirl on the couch of his living room. You and Suguru have spent hours here, over for dinner and drinks and game nights with Satoru — now you’re taking his cock down to the base as you face Suguru, who sits lazily in the facing armchair. It’s made of the same faux leather as the couch, which is sticking to Satoru’s sweaty ass and thighs, peeling with a loud squelch each time he bucks his hips up to meet your movements halfway.
“That’s right, now wrap your arm around and rub her clit like I showed you. Circles, not side-to-side. Yes, like that.”
You should have figured Suguru would promote himself from audience member to scene director. He sat nice and still as you throated Satoru’s cock, and even let you guide him yourself when you first took him inside of you, but he can’t stay out of the picture for long. Your Suguru is many things, and a spectator is not one of them. He likes control.
Luckily for the both of you, Gojo likes being told what to do. Each small praise upon doing something right — yes, Satoru, just like that; Satoru, you’re fucking her so well — has him twitching inside of you, choking on desperate moans as he soaks in his lauding.
A part of you wants to twist around to look at his face. You’re sure it’s all red and blotchy from exertion. You bet he looks fucked-dumb and ecstatic all at the same time. But your eyes are locked on Geto, who looks less like a cuck and more like it’s any Saturday evening. His chin is lifted, eyes surveying the two of you as wet sounds and skin slapping fills the room. He’s got his hands on his thighs, and his pants are so baggy around the crotch that you can’t tell if he’s hard or not.
“You can…” you start, taking a moment to wet your lips as Satoru speeds up his assault on your clit. “You can touch yourself, you know.”
Suguru’s lips slowly curl upwards. “I know, hon.”
“Why aren’t you?”
You want him to feel good. The whole point behind letting Satoru take you like this was to give Suguru a show, after all. Does he not like this? Is your pleasure one-sided? You suddenly feel bad for liking the fill of Gojo’s cock inside of you so much.
Geto must recognise the look on your face, because he laughs. It’s low, truly amused. “Don’t get in your head, my love. I just want to watch for now. If I cum like this, I won’t have as much to give you later when I wash out whatever Satoru’s going to fill you with.”
Oh. You and Satoru both seem to react to that — you tighten as he jolts up into you, groaning and biting into your shoulder as he breaks the ‘no marks’ rule that was established earlier. You don’t mind so much when you picture Suguru taking you later, licking and biting over whatever receipts of his touch that Satoru has left behind. Making them his own. Marking you as his own.
And then you imagine Satoru there too, sitting in a chair facing the bed, perhaps with his blindfold tucked between his teeth to muffle any whining pleads to join. You know he wouldn’t have the same restraint as your Suguru, he’d be fucking his fist to the sight before him, all desperate and teary-eyed and left out of the equation as all of your attention floods over Sugu. For once, Satoru would have to give up the spotlight. You wonder if that’d get him off too.
Probably.
“Fuuuuck,” he moans. The hand that isn’t working your clit snakes around you to press down on your lower stomach, feeling for the evidence of himself inside of you. He has to force you back against his chest a little, work the angle, but then he can feel it — the bulge of his cock in your belly.
It’s no surprise; Gojo is fucking huge. But looking down and seeing your skin taut with what’s inside has you reeling. Geto can see it too, you’re sure, because he’s shifting in his seat and clearing his throat.
“Satoru.” Your boyfriend’s voice is sharp. Jealous, maybe.
Satoru peers over your shoulder, smiling. “Yes, dear?”
“Over the arm of the sofa. Give her legs a break, yeah?”
Satoru doesn’t seem fazed; and your thighs were starting to shake with the exertion, but you can’t help but notice that every position Suguru has directed the two of you into has been lacking a face-to-face value between you and Toru. You don’t think that’s accidental.
Satoru doesn’t need to pull out to manoeuvre you into the new position. With his arms around your middle, and very little effort on his part, he shifts you up and over the arm of the couch. Your ass lifts as he pushes up to his knees and gets his footing behind you, all whilst remaining inside. Your hands find purchase on the arm as you turn your head to meet Suguru’s gaze once more. This isn’t a position he often has you in — he’s always thought of doggy as degrading.
You smile. You see how it is.
Your amusement is short-lived, though, as Satoru pulls almost all the way out of you, before slamming in with a harsh snap of his hips. You’re sent forwards, nearly toppling over the side of the couch as Satoru starts, and maintains, a mean pace. In and out and in and out, he drags his cock against your g-spot repeatedly. You can hardly get a breath in before he’s bottoming out inside of you again. And again.
Turns out, giving your legs a break means working every other part of you to exhaustion. You shouldn’t be surprised.
“That’s good,” Suguru praises, his voice heavy. “Tell me, how’s she feel?”
“Tight,” Satoru exhales. “And… wet, and—fuck—so good. I never want this to end.”
But he’s nearing his limit, and so are you. You can tell, his strokes are turning erratic, and the building tightness in your stomach guides your orgasm closer and closer with every passing second. You push your face into the arm of the couch, muffling your moans, and try desperately to focus on one thing at a time.
An impossible feat. Your mind is reeling; Satoru fucking into you like he’s fearful of ever losing this sensation; Suguru, watching with those assessing fucking eyes that make you want to take a bite of his brain; how good you feel between them both…
“Please,” you gasp, turning your head. Your cheek smushes against leather, making a mess of your face, but you don’t care. “Please.”
Satoru leans over you, keeping pace. “Please what, pretty?”
“She’s asking to cum.” Suguru lifts his chin. “She has to ask for permission first, isn’t that right?”
You nod frantically, tears blurring your vision as you hold onto something so desperate to slip through your fingers. You need to cum, to release, to take everything Satoru can give you and more.
“Who are you asking, baby?” Suguru implores. “Me, or Satoru?”
You don’t know. You don’t care. You think you know what Suguru wants to hear, so you whine out a short ‘you, please’, but your lover only shakes his head in reply.
“I’m not the one fucking you, am I?”
You try to turn your head to face Satoru, but your movement is cut off when he presses himself over your back, takes your face in one strong hand, and presses his lips to yours. He kisses you deeply, messily, and finally allows himself that face-to-face contact Suguru had so cleverly denied you two.
“Cum with me,” he whispers against your lips, pressing his lips to yours again. His tongue pushes into your mouth, tastes you from the inside out, before he pulls back again. “Gonna fill you up. Fuck you so full you’ll be dripping all over the leather. Then—” he stutters, groaning, “—then you’re gonna get down on your knees and clean it all up with your tongue. Then whatever spills out of you onto the floor as well.”
It’s lewd and grotesque, but the picture in your head spurs on your orgasm like nothing else could. The idea of doing something so degrading for a man that isn’t yours, in front of a man that is…
You cum so hard your vision flashes white. You can’t tell if your eyes are open or closed, but Satoru remains against your mouth, swallowing every loud, drawling moan you give him. You shake, completely overwhelmed with pleasure and pressure and the quick-to-come force of Satoru emptying his balls inside of you.
He must have been pent up. He floods your insides with a load so strong and harsh in its release that you can feel it filling you. Hot and desperate and so fucking good that you feel half-ready to cum again.
You close your eyes, bathe for a moment in the fullness you’re experiencing. Satoru kisses the back of your neck, and then between your shoulderblades, still seated nice and deep inside of you.
“You took that so well, love.”
Your eyes snap open at the closeness of Suguru’s voice, just to find him knelt by the sofa. His big hand reaches out to wipe a tear from beneath your eye, a doting look on his face. “Did you enjoy yourself? You’re such a mess.”
You nod, blissed. Suguru pushes up on his knees and closes the gap between your faces; you think he’s going to kiss you, but he stops just short of your lips and then pivots to whisper into your ear instead.
“If you enjoyed it so much, you’ll be happy to give Satoru another round, won’t you?”
┏━✦ aftercare, mentions of a BSDM scene, gn!sub!reader ✦━━┛
Your vision stays blurry for the remainder of the aftershocks of an intense orgasm, intensified by the near endless teasing and edging, violence and harsh words brought upon you by your trusted partner and lover per your own request. And even through a familiar routine of Suguru's ferocity, the mix of sensations — both the pleasureful and hurtful — pull your emotions taut, fight for dominance on this narrow string of affections. Your lungs ring for air and with each intake of new oxygen, untainted by the previous onslaught of nearly every passion known to the human brain, you feel the inevitable crash descending onto your chest, heavy and exposed like a gashing wound inflicted through such unapologetic vulnerability. Occupied by this shift of stage, Suguru panting and recollecting himself above you is mere background noise right now.
Stiff muscles protest with a dull pain when Suguru loosens, then removes the few restraints he used tonight. He prefers making you work for obedience, keep your hands where he put them through the volition of your own eagerness, not the assistance of rope, cuffs or various exploited household items. Still, today he felt up for them, put your limbs in straining positions through unnatural connection of joints, and used this enforced disadvantage to explore a few boundaries, push you however far he deemed possible — and you allowed without the prohibition through the safe word. Now those stretched boundaries feel too loose, confusing your sense of self and making the edges of your mind feel touch-sensitive. Tears become an unwelcome presence in your expression.
Suguru wouldn't say he expected them, but he isn't surprised or panicked when your first small sob reaches his ears. Scenes like today make you prone to heightened affectibility, and so he'd never take this reflex as a personal failing, rather a final act of complete submission and devotion of your vulnerability. He can't help a coo. "Hey, sweetheart," he's perfectly calm, unhurried, unconcerned, just there. The last restraint falls and his fingers gently massage into the flesh around the remaining mark, though you barely note the feeling at all. Another sob catches in your throat before you can stop it. "I know," Suguru murmurs, his warm palm cradling your jaw and you meet his welcoming eyes with hesitancy. "You're okay, baby. I'm here." The reassurance is gentle, nothing of that sharp, condescending edge from before even near it, and it spreads pleasant pressure all over your body. You feel safe.
Suguru shifts slightly, sitting up further, gaze never leaving you alone. He gently pulls you up into a comfortable sitting position that lets your mind reconnect with your body and your sore limbs rest still. "I'm going to get us some water, okay?" he starts gently, and before the reality of being left alone can cause distress, Suguru presses the rope that previously bound you into your lap. "Fold these for me in the meantime, okay?" You furrow your brows slightly, glancing between rope and partner, but his warm smile and your still buzzing consciousness make it hard to decline anything right now. The task is easy enough, a repetitive motion that is barely halfway done when Suguru returns with warm cloth and a glass of water, and by the rope's distraction his absence couldn't even fully manifest as scary in your still sensitive brain.
He gently lays the rope from your hands and you consider if he cared for its order at all, or if the ulterior motive behind the task had a much more affinitive shade. "Good job," he murmurs, setting the coils aside, and your eyes follow them, cheeks still warm and wet. "I don't think I did a very good job…" Suguru glances at the object of criticism, a corner of his lip lifting into an easy smile. "No," he agrees lightly, "you didn't. But you were adorable while trying." Your pout is met with soft lips before he offers you the water.
"Tell me if anything hurts." While pleasantly cool wet wipes clean you of lube and body fluids, you slowly feel easiness return, breathing freer and deeper, the sharp discomfort of your sore limbs fades into a bearable buzz in the back of your mind and when Suguru opens his arms, you sink into them fully comfortable. His naked chest presses warm against your cheek, scent heavy of sweat and intimacy, soothing on your mind, and too irresistible not to nuzzle into, nose burying into chubby muscle right below Suguru's nipple. The closeness feels addictive, and you drape your leg over his, pressing as tight as you can with a content sigh. Suguru keeps his eyes on you adoringly, indulging the snuggle by pulling you closer with his strong arms. "Did you like what we did?" he starts, calm and sure, and comfortably raspy.
You hum, half preoccupied with his thigh pressing against your sensitive crotch, a warm tingle spreading from it, even with little lust accompanying it. Looking up with a half coy, half playful grin, you roll your hip against his body. "I liked it a lot. You made me feel so good," the last part is again nuzzled into his pec, slightly shy. He chuckles. "And what's this?" Suguru emphasizes the question with a gentle squeeze of your ass, "Still needy?" You bite your lip at his tone, glancing up while continuing to lazily grind against him. "Not really… just feels good…"
Suguru suddenly guides you onto him, making you straddle his abdomen, and encouraging the movement against his body there anew. "Then keep going, baby," he murmurs, holding you close against his chest, stomach muscles flexing under your rhythmless movement. And though the friction of skins is barely pleasurable against your abused and worn core, each spark of stimulation feels like reclaiming and finding something that wasn't fully lost, but returns now between you and Suguru anyway.
ghhh.,,sylus ,,,, thinking about finding him taking a daytime nap and joining him without fanfare, just worming your way into his arms and burying your face in his chest. he'd hum, half asleep, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to your hairline. your breaths would slow to match his, your mind calming and thoughts easing as you take in his subtle scent. you'd feel his broad chest rise and fall against your cheek as his heart beats slow and steady. the weight of his arms surrounding your form, the soft brush of his breath against your hair. all warm and tucked away in his secure embrace.
𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀’𝐒 keeping a very, very dark secret from you. ₊⊹ 𝒻. reader
“we’re coming to you live with the latest updates on the four bodies found brutally mutilated outside of shibuya . . .”
your hands tighten on the fabric of sukunas wife beater as the news anchors grimly recounts the attacks that happened only a few blocks from your apartment.
sukuna knows you’re scared.
you’ve done nothing but ramble on & on about the so called spider lily killer — or whatever they’ve decided to call him.
“that’s just awful,” you lift your cheek off his chest to look at the television. yellow police tape & police lights flutter across the screen. “kuna, do you think i should worry? i mean shibuya’s not far . . .”
“i think you’re good, baby,” sukuna’s hand glides lazily up your spine before settling onto the back of your head, fingers disappearing into your hair.
you turn to face him, your chin sitting on top of his muscular chest as you flutter you lashes, searching his face for reassurance. “how do you know?”
the corner of his mouth twitches. “because i said so.”
you don’t question him. you never really do. why would you? he was six foot & like 200 pounds of pure muscle. he’d never let anything happen to you.
so, you nod, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his lips before curling back beside him, your head tucked beneath his chin.
“i hate thinking that there’s really people out there that are just . . . that sick in the head.”
sukuna doesn’t say a word. he was too focused on the television as the news anchors continued listing injuries so grotesque they refuse to show any up close footage of the crime scene
he almost scoffs.
fools.
they weren’t even describing it correctly.
“. . . authorities believe the suspect is highly organized and extremely dangerous . . .”
you press yourself closer to sukuna.
he can feel every ounce of fear running through your body.
every tremble.
every soft gasp as the lead detective explains what motives they think could’ve made someone do something as heinous as this.
vigilante theory?
how generous of them to assume he cares about mortality.
multiple killers?
they’re underestimating how quickly one man can kill.
they were all just so wrong.
a slow smile settles into his face —— small enough that if you were looking, you’d never notice it.
there was something amusing about it.
his girlfriend was so scared of this monster she couldn’t even put a face to.
yet had no idea that the same man she was so afraid of was the rubbing her back to sleep right now.
higuruma unfortunately takes pleasure in using you as a stress reliever after work. and you, being such a good girl, allows him everytime.
you were mindlessly scrolling on your phone, the day seemingly passing by all too slowly until you heard the sound of locks clicking. your head perked up instantly and excitement began flowing through your body. you threw your phone somewhere on the mattress, heading to the front of your apartment to greet your boyfriend. you barely let him fully enter the door before you were wrapping your arms around his neck and peppering kisses on his cheek.
“‘hiro! im so happy you’re back, i missed you so much.”
he wrapped one of his arms around your waist, hardly making eye contact with you. he had that same tired look on his face as he does everyday, but you loved him all the same. he planted a kiss on your forehead, then hovered his lips over your ear. you could hear him let out an exhausted sigh, and just before he spoke, he planted a kiss on your earlobe before speaking,
“hi, pretty girl. do me a favor, yeah?”
you looked up at him, eyes full of eagerness. “what is it?”
“bedroom.”
you knew exactly what that tone entailed. like clockwork, you nodded your head, then turning on your heels to head back to the room. you could hear him put his stuff down and finally kick his shoes off. once you got to your shared bedroom, you promptly slipped your large shirt over your head, then dropped your panties to your ankles, stepping out of them and placing them where your discarded shirt was. you sat there bare and exposed on the bed, that familiar embarrasment sneaking up on you.
he joined you a few minutes later, and upon seeing you sitting so nicely on the bed, he couldn’t help but sigh in contentment. without a word, he walked over to you, towering over your body. you watched him excitedly, thighs already pressing together as he undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. he snatched the tight fabric off of his body officially, throwing it somewhere on the floor. his eyes trailed down to his pants, silently signaling for you to undo his bottoms for him.
of course, you knew this routine already, so your hands worked quickly to undo the belt of his pants. his arising boner greeted you—hungry and unbeknownst to you, already leaking. you slid his belt out through the loops, then discarded it on the floor along with the rest of your clothing. you swallowed, mouth already longing to taste him, then unzipped his pants and let them fall to the ground. his boxers were last. you could tell up close now that he was indeed leaking already, as there was a small stain at the front of his boxers. you leaned your head forward, flattening your tongue against his prominent bulge, licking a single stripe up the fabric of his underwear. the taste of his salty precum made your tastebuds jump for joy. he grunted at your actions.
finally, you dragged his boxers downward. his member sprang free without delay, and you took notice to his swollen tip. he placed one of his hands on the back of your head, resting there. you took that as a signal. you grabbed hold of his cock, giving it a couple of strokes before your pretty lips wrapped around his head. you looked up at him for a reaction, only to see his head was already thrown back. you smiled to yourself before fully sliding his length in your mouth. or rather, attempting to. you could never make him fit in your mouth no matter how much you tried. emphasis on you; because that wouldn’t stop him.
he mumbled a low curse, before his fingers got tangled in the strands of your hair. “come on, baby. open up a little more.”
you did as he instructed, parting your lips as far open as they could go. he kept a tight hold on the back of your head as he slid his member further inside of your warm mouth, and you could feel the burn of your cheeks as they expanded to accomdate his size. and girth.
"there we go.. fuck." he muttered, then bottomed out instantaneously in your mouth. you let out a long exhale through your nose, as you could already feel tears forming at your waterline. he used both of his hands to rest on the back of your hair now, using your head as a pocket as he thrusted slowly in your mouth. you let him, of course. you knew he needed it.
although his thrusts were slow, they were agonizingly deep. his tip hit the back of your throat with every forward movement of his hips, and it made you gag each time; something he loved the sound of which is why he kept doing it.
his movements sped up after a short period, and the sounds of his cock continuously moving in and out of your mouth, combined with your choked out whimpers, was enough to rile him up ten times more.
"fuck, i love that pretty mouth so much. always knows how to take me so well, god—"
your nails clawed at the skin of his thigh trying to signal for him to slow down, but he unfortunately ignored your attempt. he was too busy chasing his approaching high. he looked down at you, eyes trailing down to your throat where you could see the imprint of his cock furiously poking, then back up to you. your face was red, eyes watering from deep throating him, and your eyebrows were scrunched up.
so beautiful, he thought.
suddenly, he pulled out of your mouth with a wet plop, and the emptiness settled upon you. you rushed to catch your breath, thinking he was going to force himself between your lips once more. you looked up at him for an answer, silently pleading him for more. he read you as clear as day, running his fingers through your hair before he broke the silence.
"my pretty girl.." he whispered, bringing his thumb up to your chin, keeping your gaze on him. he tilted your head a bit higher, taking a closer look at your quivering lips.
"i need you. you'll let me use your pussy now, right?"
although it came off as a question, you knew you truly had no say in the matter. still, you nodded your head. he smiled at your response, then leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips. it was swift, but you could feel the emotions behind it.
"such a good girl. now, get up there and spread your legs for me."
he released you, and you went to do exactly what he said. you laid flat back on the bed, spreading your legs as wide as you could for him. he joined you shortly after, the mattress dipping under his weight. he came between your legs, picking one of them up and hooking it around his waist. he wrapped his hand around his shaft, running his tip up and down your folds to coat himself in your juices, before he slid his cock inside the warmth of your pussy without warning. you gasped, the upper half of your body jolting. he placed his hand on your lower stomach to keep you still as he pushed further into you.
"'hiro—aahhhaaaaa,"
higuruma could feel how tight you were already. he grunted, then picked your other leg up to join the first one around his waist. your walls welcomed him lovingly, yet squeezing him impossibly hard.
"i know, precious. just take it for me.."
and you did. he barely gave you time to adjust before he found a rapid pace. considering he wasn't able to cum inside your mouth since he pulled out, his climax wasn't too far away. your thighs tightened around his waist, back arching high off the mattress. with each of his thrusts, the head of his cock would nudge against the most sensitive part inside you, making your body shiver under him. you couldn't stop the whiny moans from escaping your lips. deep down, you loved when he used you like a cocksleeve. it brought you immense pleasure, seeing as he barely paid attention to your needs and wants; only his.
dirty girl.
"f-feels so good, 'hiro.. please—nghhh—dontstopdontstopdontstop.."
"mm, so nasty for me, baby. you love this, don't you? letting me use your pathetic little hole?"
you squealed at his words, incapable of answering due to how deeply he was thrusting into you. you thought you could feel him in your stomach at this point.
"yeah, i know you do. my dumb little cockslut."
"oh—" was the only response you were able to mutter. his speed made you feel dizzy, and tingles started to rush through your lower half; something that wasn't unfamiliar to you.
his thrusts started to become sporadic and messy. he leaned down over you, pressing his forehead against yours before attaching his lips to yours in a desperate kiss. your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, nails gripping onto his hair for dear life. his tongue fought for dominance against yours, swirling against one another's before you gave up and let his tongue explore the inside of your mouth. you moaned against his lips, tightening your grip on his strands. he pulled away from your lips, then brought his hand up to your jaw. "open."
you did as he commanded, spreading your lips apart once more. he let a thick string of spit drop from his mouth, watching it land right on your tongue. he didn't even need to instruct you, as you were already swallowing what he gave you. he exhaled, then placed his hand flat against your face before gently patting the side of your cheek.
"gooood girl..."
your walls clenched around his length at his words, and with one long grunt, he hips began slamming against your thighs at a monstrous speed, one that had you unable to speak anymore. your eyes began to water, and before you knew it you had hot tears flowing down your cheeks. his thrusts started sputtering, and with a final drawn out fuck, he was releasing his seed all inside of you; again, without warning. his thrusts never slowed even as his high overtook him.
after what seemed like ages, he finally stilled. you felt full, not just from his cock, but now his cum. he slowly pulled out of you—the base of his dick coated in a mixture of yours and his juices—then lowered his body to settle between your legs. his nose 'accidentally' brushed against your sensitive clit, an action that made you cry out and clench around nothing. a part of you felt upset that he didn't let you cum, but with the way he was settled between your legs, you knew he would never forget about you.
"my poor girl.. she didn't get to cum, did she?"
although rhetorical, you still shook your head as a response.
he brought his pointer finger up to your slit, coating his digit in your wetness. then—along with his pointer finger—he took his middle finger and pressed them into your needy hole with ease. his mouth hovered over your pussy, his tongue licking a single stripe along your folds before he spoke,
"don't worry, pretty. i'll have you cum on my tongue all night long."
and let's just say... he could never tell a lie.
a/n: ugh idk why this keeps formatting so weirdly im actually gonna die. this is the last time im reposting this 😭
You’ve been having dreams about your husband’s best friend, and your body isn’t as good at keeping it a secret as your mouth. Nanami has been watching you night after night as you whimpered a name that wasn’t his while you curled into his side. He should’ve been upset, but it turns out his body wasn’t built for lying either— especially when it came to both of the most important people in his life.
⋮ pt.2 headcanons // m.list ⋮
𑣲 mdni (18+), afab!reader, failed cuck Nanami, the guys discover something about themselves, fluffy ending
Nanami sent you a very, very simple text early in the day. ‘Higuruma is coming over later today, I hope that’s alright.’ And for some weird reason it’s all you could think about.
Higuruma is one of Nanami’s closest friends and you really do enjoy having him over, but in this moment? You feel… conflicted.
You’re not entirely sure how they met, maybe through a friend of a friend, or a work related event… though that hardly made sense. You attend every one of Nanami’s office parties, clinging to his arm because you know if you didn’t he’d find an excuse to slip outside where it was quiet. You can’t completely blame him for that. And each time you showed up you’d never once ran into Higuruma.
Regardless, it was good to see Nanami get along with someone who wasn’t you. He deserved to let his hair down just like everyone else in the world, which is exactly why his dear friend was coming over after they both got off work. They both worked till late. And you? You had the opportunity to sit with yourself and ask, what happened in your mind within the last two weeks.
The smell of warm vanilla and freshly brewed coffee fills your nostrils, your elbows resting against the dining table, palms cradling your warm mug close to your lips. Higuruma visits every few weeks for a drink and a debrief with your husband, and of course one drink turns into five. The both of them rambling, legs crossed as they sit on the floor next to one another laughing like little kids. It always makes your heart so warm when you come out to kiss Nanami goodnight, his cheeks flushed and his usually pristine work shirt crinkled and unbuttoned.
Last week was exactly the same. When Higuruma had walked through the door he looked stressed, eyes heavy and body dragging itself through your house like a zombie with manners. Nanami told you later that he’d lost a case, one he’d actually had some hope for— so of course you wrapped your arms around him, bringing his head to your shoulder as if he was some oversized kicked puppy. “I’m sorry, Ruma.” You’d mumbled as your hands ran up and down his broad back softly. You were a hugger, it’s not like you stuck your tongue down his throat… so that couldn’t have been the problem.
You chew on your lip as you continue to think. It’s like your brain is purposely omitting everything that could be a sign. That or you’re the worst detective to walk this earth— but the thing that irks you the most is that your body seems to remember so vividly what you can’t.
Higuruma sighed into your ear, arms not moving from his sides as you squeezed him one final time before letting him go, giving Nanami a quick peck before vanishing down the hall. And that was it! The last time you saw either of them that evening is when you’d walked out to give your (very clearly drunk) husband a kiss. You had just gotten out of the bath, skin soft and warm and smelling faintly of Jazmin as you walked quietly down the dark halls, following the husky sounds of laughter. When you reached them you didn’t immediately enter the room. Instead you leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over your chest, robe clinging to your freshly moisturized skin and damp locks dripping onto the hardwood floor.
Nanami was pouring Higuruma another drink while the other man loosened the collar of his shirt. You caught a glimpse of pale flesh as his thick fingers worked to sluggishly pop the buttons one by one. You were so lost in the sight that you nearly jumped when you heard Nanami call to you, his hand outstretched. “Hi, honey.” You quickly snapped back to reality, brows scrunching in confusion for a moment before leaning down to press your lips to his temple. “Bed already?” He asked, subtly pulling you into his lap. You always seemed to let Nanami maneuver you in any which way, his hands guiding you with such tenderness.
Whiskey clung to his breath as you lowered yourself, feeling the way his arms wrapped around your middle, lips pressing a quick peck to the apple of your cheek— and the entire time you could feel another set of eyes like a physical weight against your skin. Dark brown irises nearly hidden behind hooded lids watching you over the lip of his glass. Nanami’s hands never wandered from your stomach, nothing provocative in the slightest… and yet your skin felt flushed as leaned back against his chest. “Yeah, I’ll catch you in the morning.” You tilted your head to the side, offering a small smile before you leaned in once more, pressing softly against the corner of his mouth before he released his grip. When you looked back Nanami had his head tilted back, heels of his palms digging into his heavy eyes while he murmured something you couldn’t quite hear. But Higuruma? His eyes were on you and the way your hips swayed. It was only for a second, so brief you convinced yourself you made it up because when you blinked his eyes were on Nanami, a lazy grin on his face as if it were a blip in reality.
That didn’t seem too weird either, you thought. Sure it was definitely… charged. But they had been drinking and your mind was already cloudy with exhaustion, there’s nothing strange about that! You sip your coffee, humming as the warm liquid flows down your throat, warming your stomach as you wrack your brain for any idea on why you could possibly…
“Oh. My. God!” You yell, slamming your mug down with more force than necessary. That mundane little action sparked a memory you’d forgotten.
It startles you how the feeling of warm coffee reminded your brain of a memory that wasn’t even real.
That night when you crawled into bed you had a dream. Now it only feels like a jumble of scenes your mind curated, lewd flashes that make your cheeks heat the more you pick them apart. Nanami was there, of course he was. Your husband was the star of all your wet dreams, but this time he was behind you, big hands holding your thighs apart as his best friend stood between them.
Higuruma was grinding his cock against your swollen pussy lips watching the way his pre cum made your clit glisten as Nanami pressed his lips to the nape of your neck. “Fuck—“ you mumble, hands raking down your face as you recall it in excruciating detail. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
Another flash showed you on your knees, lips wrapped around his cock, swallowing down warm sticky cum as Nanami praised you so sweetly.
Everyone has dreams like this, it’s not like you can control what your brain mixes up the second your eyes close… right? It wasn’t your subconscious trying to tell you something and it certainly wasn’t a promise of things to come.
You’ve welcomed this man into your home countless times! Made him dinner, let him sleep in the guest room when he was just too tired to drive home. You’ve gotten to know him almost as deeply as Nanami has but that doesn’t mean you’d developed feelings over time… you hope.
Static buzzed in your ears as you stood up, mind reeling. You had to move. Your fingers itched for a distraction— and so like magic the dishes were done, and the laundry was folded, the floor was swept and you even showred— all while you kept replaying the dream in a haze like state. Warmth sits heavy in your gut as you comb out your wet hair, bottom lip stuck between your teeth, worrying away at the skin until you wince in pain. “I’m so fucked.”
Touching yourself to thoughts of another man never once crossed your mind, but as you squirm on the sofa, anticipation making your thighs squeeze together, you heavily consider it.
Bzz Bzz your phone sits next to you, face down on the cushion as you watch the sky change colors out the window.
Pale blue mixing into a rich vibrant orange—
Bzz Bzz
Orange bleeding into a hue of pink and purple, leaving the sky a beautiful bruised shade that makes you think of the hickeys Nanami leaves across your chest after a long day at work. You wonder if Higuruma is the same way. Mouth ravenous and strong hands holding on with a punishing grip—
Bzz Bzz
With an exasperated huff you pick up your phone, forcing yourself to sit criss cross so your thighs aren’t touching anymore, the ache between them an annoying reminder.
Nanami: We’ll be home soon, Love.
Nanami: Higuruma requested you have at least one drink with us tonight.
Nanami: Only if you would want to. But I would really like to see your pretty face as much as I can before you vanish into our room.
One drink. One drink couldn’t hurt— and with the way your body’s been trembling with a mixture of anxiety and reluctant lust you think you deserve it. Your thumbs move before your brain can form a full opinion on the proposal, nails clacking against the screen as you type a response.
You: That sounds nice! I miss you both, can’t wait to see you <3
“God—“ you whine, teeth gnawing at your abused bottom lip.
‘But I would really like to see your pretty face as much as I can before you vanish into our room.’
Do you really do that each time? Say hello and disappear into solitude until you go to sleep? Nanami isn’t being rude, he would never even entrain that notion, but it also feels… strange. You spend every afternoon together, legs tangled as you cuddle and chatter on the sofa. You thought you were being polite by giving them some space to themselves…
Dwelling on it is just a waste of time, there’s more important things to do… like quickly grabbing three clean crystal tumblers, placing them on the coffee table along with a new bottle of whiskey, nails tapping anxiously against the cool glass. For a moment you contemplate changing out of your t-shirt and shorts, quickly brushing the thought under the rug. Both men have seen you in your bathrobe or in your ratty pajamas, hair all frizzy and messy as you say your goodnights— and tonight definitely isn’t one of those nights.
As you throw your head back against the sofa, hands raking through your hair you hear the door push open and the heavy thud of shoes being slipped off. With a quick, quiet glee you hop to your feet, peaking behind the hallway arch to watch them. The faint smell of polyester, old papers, and something faintly minty wafts in the air they slip off their coats, handing them meaty on the coat rack while you try to distinguish which scent is coming from which man.
“Hello, beautiful.” Nanami says, voice lightly as his hand slides around your waist, pulling you to him, his lips pressing gently against your cheek as you hum with delight.
He always touches you so softly when other people are around— and even if they aren’t. For someone who looks so cold he’s such a big softie. You love the way his cool exterior cracks the second you’re within five feet of him, his lips curling into a smile and his eyes softening. The same could be said for Higuruma if you really wanted to think about it. His face always looks so bored unless you’re speaking with him, pulling a smile out of him the more you talk.
Your previous anxiety almost slips away.
Key word— almost.
Nanami’s hand rests lightly against the small of your back as you turn your head, smiling sweetly as Higuruma walks towards you. “Ruma,” you hum, reaching your arms out for a hug. He knows it’s a habit by now, but still the action makes his stomach twist into knots.
Soft, gentle hands resting against his back as you squeeze. He never hugs you back, hands always at his sides— but he does tonight. A small squeak sounds in your throat when you feel warm palms pull you in, one resting in the middle of your back while the other lies too closely to the nape or your neck. You inhale, body tingling with realization.
Mint. He’s the one who smelt like mint and something unmistakably masculine. You could bury your face into the crook of his neck and just breathe it in. You imagine if you took another you’d smell his musk, a rich heady scent that would surely make you head swim.
“It’s good to see you.” His voice is a low, tired sound in your ear as he pulls back. Teeth sink down into your tongue for a moment, praying your body doesn’t react the way it so desperately wants to.
“It’s nice to see you too.” Heat pools in your gut as you step back, feeling the weight of his hand still resting against your hip like a brand. You’ve always been the touchy one, only now are you confronted with how deeply intimate it all was— is this how he felt? Warm and clammy and itching for another feel? All too quickly it’s gone, body growing cold as you watch him follow Nanami into the livingroom.
Right… drinks. That’s why he’s here.
With quick steps you follow after, bouncing on your toes before collapsing onto the plush of the sofa with a small puff of air, pretending not to watch as they surround you. You tilt your head as Nanami cracks open the bottle, the sound echoing loud in your ears as you feel your heart quicken, “did you want me to move?”
Confusion paints his features as he pours the amber liquid into a glass, reaching his long arm over you as he hands Higuruma his drink. “Of course not.” he wraps that same arm around your shoulders, giving you one quick squeeze before pouring another, handing it to you without a word. So that’s that… his next few words are directed to Higuruma, topics flying back and forth that you hardly comprehend.
What cases Higuruma is working on, how many reports Nanami had to complete today, awful interns— on and on about how their days were bad but could’ve been worse. They say it all while they relax, their thighs pressing into yours, their warmth surrounding you like a cocoon of overwhelming sensations.
Whiskey burns your throat as you take a sip, lips tugging in a grimace. The sting is better than doing nothing, each sip is an anxiety fueled action. But it doesn’t take your mind off of your dream. It feels like you’re holding in such a big secret, something you should pull Nanami aside for so you can spill your guts and beg for forgiveness.
His arm slides over your shoulders again, large palm squeezing your shoulder as you tilt your head to look at him. “Hm?”
“I asked how your day was.” His voice holds no anger or annoyance, just a soft sound that makes you smile apologetically. “Boring.” You lie, “My day was boring.”
The pressure of Higuruma thigh pressing against yours makes you twitch. You squish both your legs together in an attempt to take up less space— but it doesn’t feel like it’s working. “Then why do you look so…” Nanami snaps his fingers, searching for a word. “Tense.” Higuruma finishes for him. “Tense, that’s it.”
If the earth would split open and swallow you whole it would be considered a mercy in your eyes— because it’s all you want in this moment. “I’m not…” you sound so unconvincing, even in your own ears. The feeling of their eyes on you makes you squirm, and the way you take another sip of whiskey doesn’t help in the slightest.
Warmth spreads down your chest and fills the pit in your stomach. You can feel your cheeks heating as they seem to press closer.
“Is there anything we can do?” Your husband asks, fingers tracing patterns on your shoulder, tips slowly sliding down your arm.
We?
What could they possibly do as a team that would make you feel better? Besides pressing harder into you, letting their hands explore your body the way they did in your dream.
You blink, eyes darting between them as they allow you a moment to sit in the silence. “W-what does that mean?” You whisper, leaning into Nanami as if you were telling him a secret.
His chuckle makes you shiver and his grin just makes it worse. “Honey,” voice a purr in your ear as you feel the warmth of his hand move from your shoulder to your thigh, squeezing lightly for a moment as he continues, “We just want to make sure you’re taken care of. You’ve been a little… absent minded lately.”
So he’s noticed…
Now you really wish the earth would split open— “I’m fine!” You start, heart hammering wildly behind your ribs. “I’ve just been… having… trouble sleeping.” It sounds like a question rather than a statement.
Fingers dig into the fat of your thigh, an involuntary flex that makes your breath hitch.
“Why?”
If only you knew what Nanami did, it would all be so clear. But there would be no fun in teasing you like this if you did, now would there?
It’s normal to have dreams you can’t remember, everyone has them. But you? You’ve been having them every night it seems, and if you did remember them you certainly weren’t telling him. Sure you were lucky enough to remember that one dream, but you didn’t seem to remember the others that followed.
Nanami tends to go to bed later then you do, even if he’s holding you his mind is wide awake, reluctantly running a mile a minute while you snore softly against his chest, arms holding him to you.
He remembers the first night it happened. You were lying against his chest, leg slotted between his as you drooled against his t-shirt, soft snores turning into little mumbles. And then those mumbles turned into slurred sleepy words— no… a name. “Ruma—“ you whined, hips jerking against Nanami’s thigh, tired body instinctively seeking the pleasure you were in your head. Nanami should’ve been livid that you were dreaming of another man, his best friend no less! But he wasn’t. He laid under you, heart beating in his throat as you rocked against him again, skin growing clammy until you stilled, those soft snore filling his ears once more.
The same thing happened a few nights later, but this time you mumbled something about the both of them as you ground your needy cunt against his leg like a bitch in heat. It was so erotic to see you bathed in moonlight, body moving on its own as your subconscious told him exactly what you unknowingly craved.
Nanami wasn’t blind, he saw the way Higuruma looked at you— especially when they’ve had to much to drink. And sure, he may have contributed to his best friend’s desire for his wife… Like on that infamous night when he tugged you into his lap. He secretly took note of the way Higuruma’s eyes flicked over your body, hand clenching so tightly around his glass he was afraid it would shatter. You smelt so fresh after your bath that he was sure his friend could smell the sweetness of your skin— fuck, Nanami would’ve bet money that his friend’s cock was twitching in his slacks at the sight of your soft skin barely covered by your robe. He just had to confirm it.
Information wasn’t hard to get out of Higuruma. In fact it was too easy— as if Nanami were a priest and Higuruma a sinner, he let his feelings flow from his lips.
He wanted you.
And Nanami decided that he could have you. For a price or course.
“Ken.” You say his name urgently turning to face him as your body flushes with heat. “What’s going on?” You stiffen as Nanami takes your glass from you, getting it on the coffee table without a word. “Higuruma wants to make you feel good, Angel.” Words soft in your ear as he leans in, “it’s what you’ve been dreaming about, isn’t it?” His lips press to your warm cheek, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
This feels like a sick joke, “What? Kento what the hell is… is going…” you look down at your lap, heart in your throat as Higurumas palm joins your husbands, squeezing lightly almost as if he’s afraid to startle you. “K-Ken?”
Warm breath ghosts over your skin before you feel the gentle press of his lips against your neck, “Your body talks about your desires more than you do, Doll. What kinda husband would I be if I didn’t make sure those desires were met?”
Hands slide over you, hot breath and skin seeping into you as you try so desperately not to squirm. You don’t understand— and you’re not sure you want to.
“You trust him,” Nanami murmurs, tilting your head, “don’t you?” Hunger paints Higuruma’s usually cold features. Pale cheeks flushed and dark eyes blown wide as he watches Nanami murmur into your ear. “Do you want him to touch you?”
A second hardly passes before you’re nodding, fingers tingly as you reach out to him.
“So needy.” Over your shoulder eyes meet, lust thick in the air, hands sliding from your thigh to your waist— and then you’re being manhandled.
Higuruma grips your hips, holding you to him as if you will slip between his fingers like mist. He looks almost as nervous as you do, but not by much. He’s so devastatingly handsome, eyes hooded and glimmering in the low light as you squirm. The anticipation is killing you, sneaking its way into your lungs like heartburn before it all vanishes in the form of a soft moan.
His lips are against yours, a soft peck that makes you melt into him. It’s stupid of you to expect him to be a gentleman forever, especially when he’s been craving you for so long.
Soft needy gasps leave you as he parts your lips with his tongue, pulling you closer until you can feel him. He’s twitching under you, cock stiff in his slacks as you move, teasing him with each eager wriggle of your hips. It’s hard not to be sucked into him, allowing him to move you however he wants.
A whisper on the air makes you shiver, and before you can even register what was said you’re being lifted, large palms cupping the swell of your ass as his mouth travels down your jaw, feet carrying you both with ease.
Higuruma kisses you like he’s been starving for it, and his touches don’t help his case. The second your back meets the plush mattress he’s on you, hands slipping under your shirt with expert ease, teeth nipping at your throat.
Despite the low ringing in your ears you hear Nanami’s voice, soft and smooth in the heated air. “You can take it off, mhm, just like that.” Cool air makes you shiver as your t-shirt is pushed over your head, leaving you in nothing but your shorts. “I didn’t know the night would take this turn,” up admit sheepishly. You cover your breasts despite how much you want him to see you, you’re just so nervous.
“C’mon, Doll,” Nanami hums, voice a ghost in the room, “do you want this?”
God do you.
You nod, head turning to the side. Your husbands perched next to the bed, legs spread and cock straining against his slacks as he watches— no— instructs.
“Then let him see you.”
Before you can move your hands you feel Higuruma wrap his around your wrists, gently sliding your hands away from your chest. “You’re so beautiful.” The words leave his lips before he can stop them. Nanami just chuckles, the sound a husky rasp, “Isn’t she?”
Rustling of fabric is lost on you as heat pools in your belly, body trembling when his fingers gently caress your skin. Eager tips trail up your arms, soft swirls leaving goosebumps in their wake until his palms kneed at your breasts, nipples grazing his rough palms. It makes you whimper, thighs rubbing together until he moves. “You gonna tell me what you like or do I have to figure it out myself?” He hovers over you, leaning down till his lips meet your navel, peppering soft kisses all the way up to your chest. You can’t help but giggle, “What, not having any fun?” You could tell him what you wanted. Maybe you could tell him to just slip his hand in your panties already, or to bite the juncture of your neck while he pinched your hard nipples between his fingers— but you want him to explore your body with curiosity and adoration. And he does just that.
Higuruma’s wet mouth envelops your nipple, teeth gently gracing the hard bud while his hand slides up and down your side, nails skimming over your soft skin. The feeling of his lips makes you squirm, rubbing your thighs together as your panties grow wetter and wetter with each passing second.
You want more.
You need more.
Trembling fingers tug at his dark locks, “Ruma—“ your voice sounds so small in your own ears, but to them it’s the most beautiful melody, “I need more… please.”
Just like earlier you’re excluded from the heated gaze Nanami and Higuruma share over your writhing body, words spoken in glances and nods until you feel hands tugging at your shorts. “Nanami told me you were needy,” he breathes against your chest, teeth grazing your saliva coated nipple with each word, “to think I was nervous you wouldn’t be that way with me.”
It’s embarrassing how much wetter those words made you, clit twitching as your shorts were pulled down your thighs and tossed to the side without a second thought.
“Fuck—“
The sight before Higuruma is better than anything he’s dreamt of. Your panties are soaked through, making the fabric outline the folds of your pussy in perfect detail. Cool air against your slick skin makes you shiver, and so does the sight of him between your thighs, eyes laser focused on your nearly naked cunt.
Wet dreams are nothing compared to you, Higuruma thinks as he leans in. Lips press reverently against your plush inner thighs as he spread you wider, forcing your lips apart with a soft squish. It’s so quiet you don’t even hear it, but he does, and the sound makes him throb.
“Ruma~” you whimper, brows pinched in frustration when all he does is look, “c’mon—ngh!” He flattens his tongue against your pantie clad pussy, tasting your slick through the fabric before pulling it aside with his teeth. You want them off— now— but you don’t get that luxury just yet.
Thick fingers slide through your slick folds, pressing gently against your aching clit before circling your entrance. “Please—“ you breathe, the words caught in your throat. “Nanami, tell him to hurry! I need more I-I need it—“ you beg, gut twisting into knots.
“Tell him yourself, honey. You can still use your words.”
He’s so frustrating it makes you groan, the sound pitchy and desperate as you claw at the sheets below you. “Ruma— p-please I need more…”
Nanami tsks softly from his seat, “Tell him what you need.” He watches you with lidded eyes, palming his aching length as he watches his best friend taste his wife. Higuruma’s lips wrap around your clit while you whine. It’s not what you were asking for but the pleasure makes you sputter, toes curling and thigh tensing— and it only gets better as his mouth travels lower.
The wet heat of his tongue slipping inside makes you choke, the tip of his nose pressing against your hard clit. Each time he moves his jaw— tongue lapping your juices into his mouth as if he was dying of thirst— his curved nose presses harder against you. “H-holy shit—“
The tinkling of Nanami’s belt is a fuzzy sound, hardly registering in your mind until you hear the soft hiss of his zipper and the way he sucks in a breath. “Tell me,” he pants, hand wrapping around his dick, thumb rubbing lazily over his leaky slit, “how does his mouth feel? Is it how you dreamed?” A grin evident in his tone. All he can think about are the nights you’d cum in your sleep, lips trembling as you whispered a name that wasn’t his. 
By the way your hips roll up against his face, chasing the feeling of his tongue, Nanami already knows your answer, but he loves the way your words crack when you answer him, head thrown back in pleasure. “S-so good! H-his nose keeps—“ Nanami hums, a soft ‘mhm’ as you tilt your head, glassy eyes meeting his, “keeps hitting… hitting my clit—“
“Does it feel good?” You just whimper in response, eyes rolling back as a thick finger is slowly pushed inside. “S-so fucking good!”
The air is thick with lust— between the heat pumping in his veins and the cloying scent of your cunt Higuruma can hardly keep himself still. He wants all of you. Your lips on his, your hands in his hair, your wet heat wrapped tightly around him— but he also craves his friend’s praise and permission. He pulls back for a moment a thin string of saliva connecting you as he pushes his fingers into your sopping hole. You look ethereal below him— skin flushed and slick with sweat, hair a halo of soft strands, as saccharine moans spill from your kiss bitten lips. And Nanami? He’s a sight all the same. Strong legs spread as he leans back, blond locks falling into his eyes as his chest heaves with each ragged breath— and his large veiny hand wrapped tightly around his cock, gripping the base as if he’s afraid he’ll cum too soon.
It’s almost too much for Higuruma’s senses. He wants to touch and taste and feel.
“What’s with that face?” Nanami’s voice is like a velvet caress, shivers traveling down Higuruma’s spine as you clench so delicious around his fingers. “Nothing—“ he pants, pressing the heel of his palm down against your clit, cock throbbing when you moan in response. The sound is so sweet, a breathy exhale that make him swallow.
It’s impossible to not notice when Nanami stands, a shadowy figure that stalks towards you both like a predator.
“Then why don’t I believe you…”
Through your lashes you watch, stomach twisting into knots as Nanami walks behind Higuruma, hovering for a moment before his hands slide around his friend’s waist. Your lips part as you watch the way deft fingers undo Higuruma’s belt, the leather and metal clattering to the ground.
“What happened to just watching?” Higuruma grits out, cheeks flushing a pale shade of pink as his friend palms his aching bulge. Nanami chuckles as he leans in, chest pressing against Higuruma’s back— the soft hiss of metal teeth filling the momentary silence, “Forgive me for taking pity on you,” he hums, fishing Higuruma’s aching length from his pants, Adam’s Apple bobbing when he feels him pulse. “Didn’t you know you were grinding against my bed?” The question holds an edge, “Or were you too lost in the taste of my wife?”
They’re friends— good friends— and yet Higuruma can’t help the way his body and mind melt into his touch. His fingers flex, digits curling inside you, grinding against that spongy spot that makes you mewl so sweetly. You watch the way their bodies press together and wonder if they’ve both been secretly craving the same thing. The feel of one another and the intimacy that comes with sharing you. It’s a perfect cocktail— an aphrodisiac that makes your blood sing in your veins. You could watch them like this forever.
To Higuruma all of Nanami’s touches felt purposeful and demanding— but you knew him, and his touches were anything but. Nanami was being cautious, fingers barely gripping his friend’s cock as his lips ghost over the skin of his neck. He wants more, but he’s so unsure of how to take it— how to ask for it.
“Ruma—“ you whimper, hips bucking up against his palm. “I need you… p-please—“ His hips stutter, sensitive length twitching as Nanami strokes him from base to tip.
Your panties are still clinging to your folds, sticky with slick and saliva but none of you seem to care about that. Not when their shirts are half buttoned, pants still on and stained with pre cum.
Higuruma growls your husband’s name, head lulling back against his shoulder as skilled fingers wrap around the swollen red tip of his cock before he just… lets him go. Nanami lets his hands slide to Higuruma’s hips, guiding him to sit firmly between your spread thighs.
His cock is big. Bigger than you imagined. Veins curling around the shaft, mushroom tip pulsing like it has a heartbeat of its own as it lays snug between your glistening lips.
You reach up, hands gripping his forearms as Nanami’s lips graze the shell of his ear. “You’re both so touchy.” Higuruma huffs as Nanami laughs, lips curled against his skin as his hands disappear beneath the crumpled fabric of his shirt. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” voice so low you can barely hear it from were you lay.
You’re tired of waiting for them to keep going, so you do it yourself by pressing a hand against his cock, sandwiching it between your palm and your cunt, grinding your hips up slowly. It’s euphoric— but not nearly enough.
Nanami can’t tell who wanted this more— you or Higuruma. You’re leaking like a facet and Higuruma’s muscles ripple beneath his skin each time his fingers trace shapes into his flesh.
Your bedroom smells like sweat and heat, your bodies alive and senses heightened with each ragged breath. When your clit bumps against Hihurumas tip his resolve finally snaps. He pries your legs farther apart, grip bruising against your skin. He spreads you till your pelvis aches, pained whimpers spilling from your lips as he prods your hole. Each time his head catches against you a soft squelch fills your ears. It not even inside you and yet your body is so tense it feels like you’ll break.
Pleasure holds you captive, tendrils of ecstasy squeezing at your heart and gut in anticipation.— you want to cry. Waiting is torture and neither of them seem to care! “Fuck me!” You choke out, tears wetting your lash line,“Pleasepleaseplease!”
“C’mon~” Nanami murmurs, his own cock leaking against the cleft Higuruma’s ass, “let go,” he grinds, pulling his hips back against his, letting the rough material of his pants rub against his flushed cock, “Fuck. Her.”
The breath is ripped from your lungs as you’re split apart, body tearing at the seams. Your pussy aches, thighs twitching and hole burning as it tries to force him back out.
Growling and moaning is nothing but a faint sound in the back of your mind— all you can focus on is the pounding of your heart. A loud thump, thump, thump that makes you quiver.
Nanami’s voice is rough, “There you go!” body blanketing Higuruma as he thrusted into you. He felt the way his friend went weak in the knees as your gummy walls enveloped him.
You’ve never seen Higuruma like this before, his usual lazy expression gone— but he’s so much more handsome this way. Damp hair sticking to his forehead, his thick brows furrowed and his nose crinkling at the bridge like a wild animal holding back with all their might.
Nanami has a new air about him too. He’s always so attentive in bed, always hands on and aiming to please you, but this is different… His eyes don’t leave the juncture or your thighs, watching with an insatiable hunger as Higuruma starts to pump in and out of you.
Each inhale feels like it’s not enough as his tip presses snugly inside. He stretches you wide, each vein rubbing against your slick inner walls in a way his fingers and tongue couldn’t. “H-Holy shit— holy shit!”
It’s beautiful the way you cry out, fat tears coating your thick lashes as he pulls out and pushes back in. “Feelin’ good?” Nanami asks. His voice is nothing but a deep rasp now, low and hot in Higuruma’s ear. Signals are crossed and Higuruma answers the question for you as sweat beads off his nose and onto your squirming body below. “So good— how do you leave her here alone all day? She’s so t-tight and wet and— fuuuuck!” He growls the last word, the ‘K’ trapped behind clenched teeth. Your stomach flutters and your chest heaves, words catching in your throat as you cry out their names.
You want to touch Nanami, but he’s so far, dark eyes tracking the way your breasts bounce and jaw hangs slack, body completely giving into the pleasure.
Something in him is clawing out as he tugs on Higuruma’s jaw, forcing him to watch the way you move below them. “Look at our good girl,” he purrs, chiseled cheek pressing hard into Higuruma’s neck, feeling the vibrations of his moans as he fucks you into the mattress.
You whimper to yourself, body tensing and thighs trembling. You want so desperately to clamp them shut and push him out— not because you aren’t enjoying yourself, but because you’re too close to cumming. It’s only been a few minutes and yet the knot in your gut pulls tight, threatening to snap if he keeps going. “I’m gonna cum— I don’t-I can’t!” But it’s futile.
Nanami’s whispering something into Higuruma’s ear, a soft “keep going,” that you can’t hear over the slapping of his hips meeting yours. And he does— not that he planned on stopping anyways. You were going to cum around his cock at some point in the night, it just so happens to be sooner than anticipated.
“Look at how good you’re making her feel,” Nanami moans, teeth nipping at his friend’s neck, grinning when he feels his shoulders tremble and then tense. He licks a stripe up his throat, tasting the salt of his sweat as he laps at his skin. His teeth tug at his earlobe, cock jerking when he hears him gasp. Nanami’s so close and he hasn’t touch himself since walking over here, all he has is the hard pressure of Higuruma’s ass against his crotch, each thrust making him press back into his stiff length.
That scent of mint and musk fills your lungs as you gasp, choked little sounds that force their way past your lips as your cunt clenches around him. You’re so wound tight, body a live wire of sensation that’s hurtling over the edge of ecstasy as Higuruma lands the final blow.
His hand moves from your thigh to press hard against your achy clit. The pad of his thumb is rough against your neglected bundle of nerves and the sting of pleasure is what does you in.
You gush around him, body spasming as he keeping fucking into you, pace punishing as you cry out. Higuruma isn’t far behind, especially with the way your sloppy cunt is squeezing around him, walls rippling. Panic flares in his chest for a second, realization washing over him like ice water— he can’t pull out in time.
“Oh fuck—“ he gasp, “I can’t— M’sorry!” Tears cloud your vision as you feel the first warm jet of cum pour into you, filling you beyond your limits. “M’sorry—“ he feels pathetic as he trembles between the both of you. He was so lost in his own pleasure that he couldn’t even stop himself from spilling inside.
This isn’t what him and Nanami discussed, not even close.
“I’m so—MMPH!” His hips still, body tensing as his face is jerked to the side, soft lips pressing against his as he floods your already fully pussy.
Nanami’s tongue parts his lips, swallowing down the moans that Higuruma feeds him— and you watch it all as tears of pleasure cool against your cheeks, clenching helplessly around him. “No fair…” you whine.
Nothing went the way it should’ve. But that’s what made it feel so good. Nanami was supposed to sit still. He was supposed to conduct you both while he watched from his perch. And yet his hips stutter against Higuruma’s, cum staining his backside as his tongue curls around his friends— all while you complain below them.
“And she’s always this needy?” Higuruma asks between gasps, lips quivering.
“Always.”
“Hey!” You thrash, foot landing against Nanami’s stomach in a light tap, “I can hear you!”
Sunlight flitters in through cream colored blinds as you nuzzle farther into the warmth surrounding you. Hard muscle curls around your waist from both sides. “Mmmm— Ken can you close the blinds?” You mumble, face buried in Higuruma’s bare chest. “Why can’t he do it?” Nanami mumbles against the nape of your neck, fingers flexing against your stomach as he pushes closer.
A groggy chuckle rumbles in your ears as Higuruma cracks open an eye, grinning at the way Nanami stares back at him. “Because I don’t live here.”
The way they bicker makes you groan. It’s too early for them to be picking petty fights, you think. Dramatically you flop onto your back, pushing yourself up with sleep logged arms. “Uuugh, forget it. I’ll do it myself.”
As if they’d let you get far.
Nanami grabs your waist, pulling you back down between them, Higuruma leaning in to pepper your face with soft kisses.
You could get used to this kind of treatment. And so could they. Maybe that dream wasn’t as embarrassing as it seemed… in fact it might’ve been the best thing to happen to all three of you.
“Go back to sleep,” Higuruma’s voice is still gravely with sleep as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, arm curling around your body to rest against Nanami’s, fully sandwiching you between them once more. “Nice to see you have a good idea every now and then.” Nanami tsk, face buried in your hair as you digh.
Thank you so much for a thousand followers?? I genuinely love it here and writing has become fun for me again, I’m glad I get to share my fics with people who seem to enjoy reading them as much as I love writing them ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎
You and Gojo wanted to have a really cute aquarium date that you spent hours panning. But Gojo had to ruin it by being so damn needy..
The aquarium had been your idea from the start, weeks of careful planning poured into every detail. You wanted the perfect date—quiet hours wandering through the dim, blue-lit tunnels, hands brushing as you pointed out stingrays gliding overhead and the lazy sway of jellyfish pulsing in their tanks. Satoru had been excited, tail wagging so hard it nearly knocked over a display stand the moment you mentioned it, his blue eyes sparkling with that familiar, eager light.
You'd dressed cute for it too, a soft skirt that swayed around your thighs and a top that hugged just right. Toru had noticed. He noticed everything about you. By the time you reached the shark tunnel, his steps had grown restless, ears twitching, hands fidgeting at his sides. You felt his gaze on you more than the exhibits, heavy and warm, following the sway of your hips.
"Toru," you murmured, glancing over your shoulder. "You're supposed to be looking at the fish."
"I am," he whispered back, voice low and tight. "Just... not the ones in the tanks." His cheeks flushed pink beneath pale lashes, and when you turned fully to face him, you caught the obvious bulge straining against his jeans. He shifted closer, breath hitching. "Baby, I can't—fuck, I can't focus. You look so good and you smell so sweet and I've been thinking about your mouth since we left the house."
You glanced around. The tunnel was mostly empty this late in the afternoon, but still public enough to make your pulse jump. "Toru, we planned this for hours. You can't just—"
"Please," he whined softly, ears flattening, tail curling tight against his leg. His hands found your waist, fingers trembling. "Just a few minutes. There's a staff door back there, behind the gift shop. No one will see. I need you so bad it hurts. I promise I'll be quiet. I'll be good. Just... let me feel your mouth, please?"
His desperation was palpable, hips twitching forward in tiny, involuntary rolls against your thigh. You could feel the heat of him through denim, the way his cock throbbed with every shaky breath. His eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide, the picture of a needy puppy barely holding himself together.
You sighed, but your own body was already reacting, heat pooling low in your belly at the sight of him so worked up over you. "Five minutes," you warned, voice low. "And if anyone catches us—"
"They won't," he promised instantly, already tugging you toward the discreet door marked 'Employees Only.' His hand found yours, fingers lacing tight as he pulled you through, into a narrow hallway lined with storage crates and the low hum of machinery. The door clicked shut behind you, muffling the distant murmur of the aquarium visitors.
Toru was on you in seconds, backing you against the wall with gentle urgency. His mouth found yours in a messy, grateful kiss, tongue sliding past your lips as his hands fumbled with his belt. The metal clinked softly in the quiet space. He shoved his jeans down just enough to free his cock, thick and flushed, already leaking at the tip. It bobbed heavily between you, twitching with every beat of his heart.
"Thank you," he breathed against your mouth, voice cracking. "Thank you, thank you—fuck, I love you so much." His fingers threaded into your hair, not pushing, just holding, as you sank to your knees on the cool tile floor. The position put you eye-level with his cock, the head glistening, veins standing out along the shaft. He smelled like arousal and the faint trace of his usual clean scent, and when your tongue darted out to lick a slow stripe from base to tip, he made a broken, needy sound that echoed off the walls.
You took your time at first, savoring the way he trembled above you. Your lips wrapped around the head, tongue swirling over the sensitive underside, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum that welled up. Toru's thighs flexed, muscles jumping, but he stayed still, letting you set the pace. One hand braced against the wall above your head, the other stroking gently through your hair, ears flicking with every wet sound your mouth made.
"So good," he whimpered, hips giving tiny, aborted thrusts. "Your mouth feels so fucking perfect. I think about this all the time—when we're home, when we're out, even when you're just holding my hand. I get so hard it aches." His voice cracked on the last word as you took him deeper, relaxing your throat to swallow around the length of him. The head nudged the back of your throat and he gasped, tail lashing behind him in frantic arcs.
You set a steady rhythm, bobbing your head, one hand wrapped around the base to stroke what your mouth couldn't reach. Saliva slicked your fingers, dripping down to his balls as you worked him. Toru was loud despite his promise, soft whines and bitten-off moans spilling from his lips every time you sucked harder or flicked your tongue just right. His free hand clenched into a fist against the wall, claws pricking at the paint.
"Gonna cum," he warned after only a few minutes, voice high and desperate. "Baby, I'm—fuck, I'm close already. You make me so sensitive." His hips jerked forward once, twice, before he forced himself still again, thighs shaking with the effort of holding back. "Can I? Please, can I cum in your mouth? I want to watch you swallow it. Want to see it on your tongue."
You hummed your permission around his cock and that was all it took. Toru came with a choked cry, cock pulsing thick ropes of cum down your throat. You swallowed around him, throat working, and he watched with glassy, adoring eyes, ears pinned flat to his head. Some of it escaped the corner of your mouth, trailing down your chin, and he reached down with a trembling hand to wipe it away with his thumb, pushing the mess back between your lips.
"So pretty," he murmured, voice hoarse. "My pretty owner. Thank you. I love you. I love you so much." He helped you to your feet on shaky legs, pulling you into a tight hug that smelled like salt and his cologne. His cock was still half-hard against your thigh, twitching with aftershocks, but the frantic edge had faded from his eyes. "We can go back to the date now," he promised, nuzzling into your neck. "I'll be good. I just... needed you."
You straightened his clothes, wiped your mouth, and led him back through the door into the blue-lit tunnel. His hand found yours again, fingers squeezing tight, tail wagging slow and content. The stingrays still glided overhead. The jellyfish still pulsed in their tanks. And Toru stayed close, occasionally pressing a grateful kiss to your temple, the picture of a satisfied puppy who couldn't quite help ruining the plan—but made it worth it anyway.
Sum. pranking the lads men by saying "i was in the mood last night."
notes. hey i cant believe its been almost a week since i uploaded so 😔, this was a suggestion from someone (i hope i did it justice!) + from the summery it has smutty themes sooo MDNI as usual.
Your friends drag you into a strip club because you NEED to get over your ex
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word count: 3.2k
warnings: dry humping, fingering, strap sucking, first time character: Choso Kamo
a/n: I have never been to a strip club before, so that it might be very unrealistic. I just wrote down what I assume a strip club is like.
You shouldn't have fallen for it, their cheap tricks to get you to come outside with them. You shouldn't have agreed to meet up with your friends who were trying to cheer you up after the messy breakup you had a few months ago. By now, you should have been over it, they'd say. While he was living his life doing god knows what, you were still stuck in the past. And that was everything but healthy. You should have known better than to tell them you'd be there.
When you arrived at the location they sent you to, your jaw dropped. You questioned your whole life, all the decisions you had made that had led you to this moment. Why did you even listen to them? Why would you ever listen to them? "A strip club?" You deadpanned, face falling immediately. “Really?” You groaned, kicking your feet. Your phone vibrated, signalling you had received a message, and you hoped this was all a huge misunderstanding.
You had to be in the wrong location.
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Utahime: Where are you??
Shoko: We're already inside the club
You: Oh, I think I've got the wrong address cause this ain't no club
Shoko: Girl- Where are you? We'll come get you
You: Some strip club
Utahime: Yeah, come in, dumbass. This is the club we were talking about 😋
Shoko: A strip CLUB 😝
You: I should have just joined Yuki at the gym bruh
-
You waited outside for one of your two idiotic best friends to come get you because you doubted you'd ever find them inside between all the people, the darkness and the loud, overwhelming noise pollution. And there were so many people. It may not have seemed like that for other people. But you hated people.
Not even a minute later, Shoko was outside and dragged you in, right through the crowd, getting back to Utahime, who was seated very close to the stage.
Hugs and kisses were exchanged between the three of you before you took a deep breath, taking a seat. You were totally out of your comfort zone, wore an unhealthy amount of makeup, the tightest dress you could find, alongside a pair of heels. Yeah, this was a first. But you know what they say. You only grow in an environment foreign to you.
"Come on guys, a strip club?" You huffed and took a sip of Shoko's drink.
They shut you up by telling you this was the club Yuki had been talking about for ages now. She knew the owner, so you would be receiving free drinks all night even though she couldn't make it today. Thank you, Yuki. And to that, you drank.
"Come on, don't make that face. The strippers here are the definition of hot. I might try to get with one of them," Shoko exclaimed, biting down on her lower lip, causing Utahime and you to laugh.
After laughing, you let out an exasperated sigh before they shoved a shot your way. "Loosen up a bit." You hesitated at first but decided to chug the drink down, and they cheered. The alcohol burned your throat so bittersweet, making you feel like you were calming down almost instantly.
"The show is about to start!"You averted your gaze towards the source of light as five handsome men stepped onto the stage in firefighters' service uniforms, and one of the guys who was situated in the centre huffed, wiping pearls of sweat off his forehead.
"Is it getting hot in here… Or is it just us?" He asked, the smirk evident in his voice. Speaking in a flirty manner, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. And his audience cheered and screamed when they ripped off the shirts and jackets they were wearing, leaving them in pants only.
The one in the centre caught your eye immediately. Eyes hazy and low, dark circles highlighting his eyes alongside some smudged eyeliner. Piercings that had you asking yourself where else he had them. His waist was snatched, he had a pretty face, he pushed his hair back, everything about him was just perfect. You asked the bartender for a drink, sipping at it, acting like you didn't care about the show and your pussy wasn't throbbing between your legs.
They put up a great, no, phenomenal show and even ended up ripping their pants off their bodies. The dark-haired guy in the middle, your favourite, was wearing a pair of boxers that left nothing to the imagination, and you almost choked on your drink. He got down on his knees, grinding his hips against the stage floor, and everyone screamed out. You were sure half of them would scream their lungs out and lose their voices by the end of tonight.
Now he was teasing the crowd by tugging at the waistband of his boxers, pulling them far down. Everyone died on the spot. He stood back up, and everyone cheered, giving a round of applause as they bowed, saying thank you over and over again.
"Say my name."
"Choso!" Everyone screamed. In another world, you would have screamed out his name so fast.
He chuckled. "Excuse me? ‘Can't hear you."
"Marry me, Choso!" One person yelled.
He smiled at her, waving before his eyes suddenly met yours. A smirk took over his face, and he winked at you. You could feel your face heating up almost immediately.
"Y/n, he totally winked at you!" Your friends cheered, and you shrugged it off.
"That wink was definitely not for me." It was, and you would find out soon enough. Because somehow, Utahime managed to get you backstage and got to talk with the men of the night.
"So?" Shoko asked you, "How was it?" You nodded. "It was nice."
"Nice? The performance was out of this world!"
"Fucking amazing!" Utahime squealed, staring right at one of the strippers who blew her a kiss.
You nodded, taking in the last few sips of your drink. Looking straight ahead, you came eye to eye with that one sexy stripper standing across the room, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. You watched his face turn bright red before he took a deep breath. And you could pinpoint the exact moment he decided to walk up to you. “Hey there, stranger.” You smiled, leaning against a wall, reaching for his hand to shake it. “The name is Y/n.’’
He nodded, laughing nervously. "I-It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/n."
"The pleasure is all mine, cutie." His breath hitched.
Utahime wrapped her arm around your waist. "My friend here would like a private session with you."
You gasped. "Wh-What? No! I mean you're very pretty and all, but-I didn't say that!"
He giggled. "It's okay. If you change your mind, just walk down the aisle, and you'll find me." He winked before walking off. And you loved to watch him leave.
"Oh my God, you have to go right now!" Utahime cheered you on, trying to push you. But you didn't go, shaking your head. It was time for you to leave, and besides, you didn't think you were ready for something like that. You didn't need to get emotionally attached to a stripper you would never end up seeing again.
It had been a great experience but a one-time thing.
So you left just like that. Going home and plumping into your bed, waking up early to head to work, wanting to die a little because you were hung over and your head was killing you. The usual stuff.
synopsis: valko is in deep heat with the supermoon occurring, and he wants a solution that requires restraints, a collar, and you.
warnings: valko is in heat, sub!valko, good boy!valko, collar use, bondage, riding, overstimulation, biting, licking, scent marking, edging, knots, rutting, monsterfucking.
wc: 2,3k
a/n: i love him already, he's such a cutie. he deserves endless cuddles, BE NICE TO HIM! i want to devour him. I NEED HIM TO EAT ME OU– enjoy a pre-release celebration of our handsome wolf, valko!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
He must be in heat. that’s the only way Valko can describe this feeling. The moon has been full for less than an hour, and he’s already twitching. Usually he can handle himself. But that’s not gonna work out well for him if all he can think about is you.
Your scent is delicious, beyond the scented lotions and perfume, he’s talking about your natural aroma, amplified by sweat and other smells your body emits. It draws him in. He can’t help but sniff the air every time you walk past him. His cock won’t stop twitching in his pants, tenting at the sight of you catching his gaze.
Valko wants to bite you. Valko wants to slather you with his saliva until you smell like him. He wants to rut his cock so deep inside you, cuddle you so close and keep you so warm with his hot body that you just have to call him a good boy.
“…ko,” He must be imagining you saying his name so nice and breathless.
“…alko.” There it is again, louder, your nails could drag down his back until he bleeds and he’d thank you.
“Valko!” He blinks, the mirage of a heated embrace disappearing from his perception to be replaced by your fingers snapping very close to his face. Such pretty fingers, he wants to lick—
“Yeah?” His voice is gruff and hoarse, almost like he’s keeping a whimper tight in his throat. His leg bounces as fast as his heart pounds his chest. You’re so pretty, with your pretty parted lips, and how your saliva keeps it just wet enough to shine in the warm lamp light. So plump for him to kiss and bite—
“As I was saying,” You pull your hand away, not hearing the small whine that leaves him from the lack of contact. “We need to make sure you’re comfortable for the next few hours. You said you can get agitated when there’s full moons, right?”
“Mmh.” Better a grunt than a moan. You brush it off assuming the effects of the celestial event are starting to mess with him internally.
Of course, you’re well aware that he’s got an extra pair of fluffy scratchable ears on the top of his head, an even fluffier tail protruding from the base of his spine, and sharper canines. You’re not ignorant.
What you don’t know is that he’s much more prone to getting heated in these hours. Especially in the presence of someone who his body, mind, and soul are attuned to completely. It’s you. You're that someone.
But he has to behave for your sake. He can’t be bad, he can’t be too rash and aggressive or he might scare you off. You might not like it. But he wants you so damn bad, he can’t even hide it anymore.
You’re rattling about restraints, something to tie him to incase he goes berserk.
Restraints. Belts. Muzzle. Chair. Tie him to a chair. He wants you to tie him to a chair.
He wants you to restrain him. He wants you to sit on his lap and feel how hard his cock is for you, feel it throb just below your cunt, grind his hips up to you still so retrained and held back that he has to beg you to ride him. He might as well ask for it.
“…unless that’s too extreme.” You mutter, expecting a response. Nothing. Did he zone out again? What’s going on with Valko to be so distracted? He wasn’t like this last month. “Look, I know the full moon can be a messy time for you, and now that it’s a supermoon it could be worse, but I’d prefer you to actually respond— oh.”
Valko is drooling. Valko’s eyes are glazed over. Valko is blushing beyond relief. And Valko is sporting a rock hard boner.
The silence that stretches between you would have been uncomfortable, it should have been. But you seem to enjoy the rough pants that escape his lips, how his hands are balled into fists to keep himself at bay. How the veins on his neck are far more prominent now.
You sink your teeth into your lower lip, hoping you won’t say anything foolish.
“Don’t laugh.” Valko grits, his fluffy ears drooping a little.
“I wasn’t going to.” You say, trying to ignore the fact that your lips are twitching into a smile.
You glance down from his agitated golden eyes to his neck, to his large muscular chest covered by the black tank you always find so attractive on him, to the taper of his waist, to the pulsing print of his cock bulging against his pants.
Now that you think of it, you two haven’t shared the bed recently. You’ve both been so busy with work that neither of you have had time for each other. And you’ve been very wound up these last few days.
“I think we should figure out what restraints will be good for you.” A purr follows your words as you rest your hands on his chest. Muscular, warm, huge chest that you love to sleep on. You’re making this much, much worse and you know it. You can hear it in the groan that rumbles in his chest.
“Oh, is it getting worse?” You play an aloof demeanour, reaching to caress the soft ears on his head, making sure to rub on that sensitive spot where his hair is its softest. A soft moan escapes Valko’s lips as his golden eyes flutter closed.
“Please…”
“What do you need me to do, my love?” Your lips ghost the shell of his fleshy ear, tongue peeking out to trace the shell. He shudders, head lowering to give you more access, hips rocking towards you so you can feel just what you need to do.
You don’t want that, though. He has to say it.
“I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”
A pained moan rushes right into your ear as he drops a part of his weight on you. Valko doesn’t want to say it but he also wants to say it. It doesn’t make sense. This heated state is driving him insane, and you’re giving him such a clear path to relief. But what he wants is different from what you usually do… will you agree?
With a shaky breath, Valko nuzzles the side of your neck, mustering the will to confess his desire. “You have to tell me no if you can’t do it.”
“I will.” You reassure him, stroking his soft hair. His arms wrap tight around you, grounding himself in your presence as the words unknot themselves to flow out.
“If you’re grossed out—“
“I won’t be grossed out, Val.” You softly say, rubbing circles into his lower back. “Nothing about you grosses me out. I trust you, so you need to trust that I’ll handle whatever you need and that I’ll tell you if I can’t. Outside of cannibalism, I'm not doing that.”
That makes him chuckle. “You’ll tell me the second you’re uncomfortable?”
“The millisecond.”
His next request comes out more sheepishly. “You’ll tell me I’m doing good?”
“I’ll put a poet to shame.”
“Pull my hair?”
“Put a collar on you too if you’re feeling feisty.”
A sigh of relief escapes Valko’s lips. Oh, he loves you. Finally, he pulls his face away from your neck to level your gaze with fresh determination on his face. “I want you to tie me to the chair, and ride the shit outta me.”
Ask and ye shall receive, as you hear them say.
It was easy to put Valko on a chair especially when he's drunk on your kisses, hungrily biting marks into your bare chest and stomach, gripping your hips so tight you’d think he’s terrified that you’ll run. It was easier to get soaked just from watching him strip for you— that, and having his fingers curl so good inside your cunt as he slurped and lapped at your clit.
The only ‘difficult’ part was restraining him to the chair, legs, arms, and torso roped tight, and that’s just because he’s antsy whenever the full moon happens.
But something about this supermoon has got him more riled up than usual. Why, you ask?
You’ve been bouncing on the man’s cock for two hours.
You’re not complaining, you love every second of this. Your walls are fluttering around him as he slides in and out of you so easily, caught by you keeping his fat tip inside leaking all that sticky, hot precum before you drop into his lap again and again and again.
“Val— ooh, fuck!” Your praise has otherwise become mush, slurred moans of his name and whatever adulation could come to mind. Valko doesn’t mind since he isn't doing any better. If anything, he’s lost the need to think.
“S-So good,” His throat is torn from how loud he’s been, his hips jutting into you even with his thick, corded thighs roped down to the chair. His tail is slapping the floor, his fluffy ears are twitching. He can barely move, limbs strapped down and a collar wrapped around his neck at his own request. And he loves it.
He wants to cum so bad. But then he’d end up swelling so much that he’d be stuck for hours, just grinding and grinding and plugging his seed inside instead of feeling you slap down on him with each rise and fall of your full hips. He wouldn’t have your soft breasts bouncing in his face, or feel your hands scratch his undercut and pull his hair, or hear the hiccups in your voice or the ragged moans in his own.
Why make this pleasure so short-lived when he can prolong it?
His cock is leaking like a faucet, keeping him smooth and wet for you to use him as you please, pulsing with the desire to just release. His sacks are drawn up tight, literally clenching with enough cum to repopulate a country, and yet he still won’t give in.
Valko drags his tongue up your jaw all the way to your cheekbone. “ ‘m I fuckin’ you good?”
“Hah— mhm. Such a good boy.” You ramble into his lips as you kiss him, slipping your tongue inside to taste him as if he isn’t all that you can sense. “So big and thick and hot… so— Valko— so full ‘f you, want you deeper, you’re so good!”
You’re on orgasm number five by now, gripping onto Valko’s strong shoulders for dear life, back arched, tugging his hair like you want to rip his red locks off. It’s the supermoon, you tell yourself, it must be shooting his stamina through the roof.
It fucking has to be if he’s been rutting into you like a bullet train without cumming even once. His girth twitches with every rock of your plush hips, it leaks and weeps inside you every time you squeeze him hard enough to cut off his blood flow. It has to hurt, prolonging his climax for this long.
Valko likes it that way. He likes the hurt. He likes the way his body just responds to you so well, like you’re made for each other. You have to be.
Your knees are starting to ache. Your thighs are burning from the constant bouncing up and down his thick length but the feeling of him dragging through your walls with each vein pressing against your walls is too good. The overwhelming bump of his cockhead kissing your cervix may just tip you over the edge again. The fucking curve of his cock and the angle just lets him reach the sensitive nerves of your g-spot so good every damn time!
You love these fucking supermoons.
“Valko,” You hum, licking his lips then his chin and jaw, your breath heavy as you maintain your pace. Just a few more and you’ll be in pure bliss. But you need him there with you. “I’m close. I’m so close. Hnn, need you— cum with me.”
“You— oh, you sure?” He whimpers, nuzzling you as you lick the tears off his cheeks. “I’ll—“
“Knot me, mhm.” You nod, rubbing your nose into his cheek, inhaling his scent. This man’s frenzied behaviour has been rubbing off on you too much, not that there’s reason to complain. “You’re gonna swell up so fuckin’ thick, yeah?”
He nods. “Gonna plug all that cum in me, keep it warm inside while you grind ’n rut into me?”
“Yeah,” He affirms, his arms pulling against the restraints. Is this what you want? You want him to bond with you to that much of an intimate extent? You must truly love him. “ ’m gonna stay in you the whole night, snug inside. But I like when you ride me.” You can feel him pouting as he pecks your skin. So cute.
“Then you’ll be a good boy, right?” You coo, your hands cupping his face as you press your thumbs on his lower lip. “Cum with me, and stay inside all night.” You fight every urge to give in to the pleasure when he bites your fingers.
You suck his upper lip, letting your moans vibrate into his. “Can you do that for me?”
Valko’s a simple man. You ask for something and he’ll give it to you with a smile. Like he is now, canines bared, tongue lapping at your fingers before he attacks your lips with a bruising, hot kiss. He pulls away just for a second to mutter against your mouth, “I love you.”
“I know, baby.” You huff, smiling into the kiss as you scratch his fluffy ears. Valko’s hips rut up faster and you can feel his cock swell at the base, almost ready to be plugged into you. Oh, he is so going to eat his cum out of you once he’s soft. “Now be good and cum with me.”
