▶︎︎ Your Body Is So Sweet (starring . various jjk men)
synopsis . What happens between you and your roommate(s) when explicit photos and or videos are "accidentally" sent. pairings (separate) . Sukuna x f!reader, Gojo x f!reader, Toji x f!reader, Nanami & Higuruma x f!reader, & Geto x f!reader content . afab!reader, feral men, rough sex, nudes, phone sex, praise, degrading, oral sex, face fucking, tw: spitting, dirty talk, premature ejec, choking, mutual masturbation, nanami x higuruma, non-curse au, slightly bimbo!reader, voyeurism, slight exhibitionism, first-time dynamics between roommates, size kink, pervy!men, slight humiliation, panty stealing & use, teasing, filth, overstim, getting caught (in a sense), etc.
word count . 6.9k || author's note: part of this is a repost from kamitv, so if it looks familiar that’s why! nanami & higuruma's section was ib by a convo i had with the lovely @blkkizzat & @jaibunni <3 (banner art from “Hachisuka's Family Kotoriboko”)
☆ Sukuna Ryomen
“Don’t run from it now, you asked for this,” Comes tumbling past his kiss-bitten lips all heavy and searing against your ear as he now has you clawing at the bedsheets below both of your sweat-slicked bodies, trying to escape the mean thrusts of his cock for just a second to breathe.
His hand comes down on yours and his whole body is almost weighing over you now. Fingers intertwining with yours and the sound of his hips clashing against the fat of your ass echo all throughout your bedroom. Sukuna’s other hand is on your hip, fingertips clawing into your skin as he messily pulls you back against him.
The bed is thumping against your wall and you’re sure there’ll be a hole in it any moment now.
Perhaps you really should’ve double checked what video you were sending him when he asked you for the videos from a party you both attended the other day.
Moans spilling into the sheets as your cheek jerks against the soft fabric below you, “S’kuna,” sloshes out of your saliva-glossed lips.
Sukuna didn’t waste a second when he played that little video of yours, he came knocking on your bedroom door within the next minute—walking in and grabbing at your waist, tugging you closer just to whisper against your lips and tell you to 'stop him if you don’t want this’.
Then his lips had met yours and while you were confused (having not realized what you sent him), you let your mouth melt against his and before you knew it you were arched stupidly under him, taking every needy inch of his cock he gifted your pussy with.
You and your roommate never had this kind of relationship before now. Hell, the only thing you two had in common was the fact that you enjoyed partying. Which is why you were supposed to send him a video you took of him the other night but...
"This can't be the same woman who was talking so fuckin' filthily in that little video I received," He's teasing now, referring to the incorrect video you'd sent him. It was technically a video meant for a friend with benefits of yours, taken that same night—late after the party and saved for another time.
Within it, you were messily rubbing those pretty fingers of yours over your twitching clit, working yourself to quite the messy orgasm as you spoke all softly, yet confidently, into the camera.
Sukuna's cock is all but splitting you open by this point, stretching the walls of your cunt out so deliciously wide with the way he drives himself deeper and deeper—leaving you cockdrunk beneath him. "Surely you can moan more than just my name," His voice is dropping to a low whisper now.
Then, without waiting for a proper response to that, Sukuna's shifting the hand on your hip to snake beneath you and then down to meet that sloppy clit of yours. Rubbing fast, messy circles around it, he hears the way you gasp in response.
He's in your ear before you realize it, swollen cockhead leaving wet french kisses to the hilt of your cunt. "What was it you said—oh yeah, 'look how wet I am for you, how needy'," He mocks harmlessly, lips curling against the crown of your ear. "Where's all that now, hm? Can't even think straight enough to say anything when you're stuffed this full, can you?"
That last rhetorical question ends off with a mean pinch to your clit and your body tugs forward to escape once again, to which he leans up and removes his hands from you completely. Cocking his head to the side, Sukuna doesn’t take more than a second to return his hands to the purchase of your hips, tugging them right back up and smiling at the arch in your back before he smacks your ass.
You think your lashes flutter at the sharp and sudden contact alone, “F-Fuck, Sukuna I—“
“Uh-uh, don’t try to talk now.” He cuts off rudely, tugging his hips back for a moment and nearly letting out an all too pathetic sound at the way his cock bobs out of your cunt and glistens under the dim lighting of your room. He’s coated in you and the sight makes his body throb all over. “Shiit,” He curses hot under his breath, “Look at this pussy, what a mess.”
You feel him move to thumb one of your folds to the side, watching how nastily your cunt drools in arousal afterward. Your legs twitch a little and you angle your head so that you can look back at him over your shoulder. Managing a somewhat stern, “Sukuna.” out your mouth.
His other hand gestures at you, as if to wave you off while his tongue goes running over his lips. After which he redirects the head of his cock to press right against where you’re leaking and a groan simpers deep against the center of his throat, “Put her back on me, c’mon.”
You swallow thickly, “What?”
Sukuna lifts his eyes lazily to your face for half a second before his hands find your hips and he urges you back on him, “Your pussy, c’mere.. I wanna watch how she spreads ‘round me again.” He clarifies huskily, feeling the way you oh-so-slowly ease yourself back and watching the way his cock gets swallowed up by your greedy cavern. “Mhmm, just like that,” He grunts.
His brows furrow and his expression flickers into something almost needy when you slam your hips back and you watch his jaw fall open, hands tightening on your hips to still your body whilst you pull away from him.
“So you can take me properly,” Sukuna whispers more so to himself than you, smiling wickedly. Then his hand smacks across your ass and he leans back to watch you, “Hah, alright then, fuck yourself dumb on my cock. Let me see how you do it now.”
You end up turning your face into the sheets, too embarrassed to keep looking at him while you do exactly as he’s told you to and rock your hips back into his. Sukuna’s left grunting each time you slam against him but his palms still meet both your cheeks just to spread you open and watch his dick get swallowed up by you.
The bedsheet below ends up clenched between your teeth after only a few minutes as you pick up your pace and literally fuck yourself stupid on him—his groans become sweeter and you even feel his hands trying to keep you at bay every now and then, as if to stop himself from cumming too quick.
That sinful squelch that enters the air every time you become flush with him is enough to make those red eyes roll straight to the back of his skull as his hips press forward just a little. And by the time you’re making a mess around his cock and your mind is going blank, Sukuna’s wondering why the two of you didn’t do this sooner.
His head tips to the side and he lazily ruts his hips forward to fuck you through your orgasm. “Guess’ you’ll be looking twice at the shit you send me after this, huh?” He hums, a knowing smirk spreading across his face afterwards, “Unless, this is exactly what you wanted.”
☆ Gojo Satoru
You’re on the phone with him when it happens, not looking twice at the video you’ve sent him before you put your cell back down and went to tend to something else.
The only reason your little mistake is brought to your attention within the next few minutes is because Gojo all but gulps on his end and says, “Have I been blind all this time or have you always looked this cockhungry?”
To which your brain merely shuts off at the sound of that, head whirling around to swipe your phone back up as you choke out a shocked, “What?” The line is quiet for a few seconds so you follow that up with, “Satoru? Hello?”
You could hear the deep breath he takes on the other end of the call followed by a whisper, as if he were talking moreso to himself then he was to you, “I mean, look at that gorgeous face. Fuck.”
For some reason, the idea that you might have even sent him the wrong thing doesn’t cross your mind at all. Instead, you’re still sitting on your bed and holding your phone while looking all confused.
“Satoru, what are you talking about?” You ask further, only just now opening up your messages again.
You’ve known Gojo for a long time now but this is by far the breathiest you’ve ever heard his voice and the filthiest he’s ever spoken to you. “This video you sent me. Y'know, the one of you rubbing that pretty clit of yours….” He trails off a little, jaw tensing as he keeps said video on repeat and palms his hardening cock.
Your body heated up almost immediately as you took a look at the most recent thing you sent him and found that you did, in fact, send him the wrong thing. Sputtering, “I-I didn’t–”
The whites of Gojo's brows are pushed together and his voice comes out heavily with something new, something raw. “You look so frustrated here too, all eager to cum… Fuck, that's cute.” He continues.
You’re sitting on your end of the line with flimsy wet panties now, unable to find the words to respond to him with as you listen to his breathing grow heavier and his words get nastier.
“How long ago was this? Looks like just the other day,” Gojo continues, his hips lifting up into his palm a bit to soothe the aching of his cock—the heat of it straining up against his pants.
He was supposed to be on his way to the grocery store in hopes of buying more sweets to crowd your shared pantry with. Gojo sent you a text asking for a picture of the pantry's current state so he could purchase the right things and yet, you happened to tap the wrong picture & then hit send without even looking twice (clearly).
Embarrassment coats your features as you listen to him question you and you trip over your words trying to explain your mistake, “S-Satoru, I-“
“Didn’t mean to send this to me? Oh, I know.” He cuts off. Gojo didn't normally cut you off like that but you'd be lying if you said his eagerness wasn't turning you on right now. “But if you’re so shy about it, just delete it and tell me to stop talking.” He says almost formally.
Now, you weren't aware of it, but that pretty picture you'd sent has already been saved into his phone. If you really do end up deleting it from the messages and then telling him to stop talking, he won't mention it to you but he will make good use of that photo.
He can't let such a good image go to waste now, can he?
Meanwhile on your end, telling him to shut up about it was not on your mind whatsoever. In fact, you hadn't even considered the possibility of deleting the picture at all!
Which is exactly why you don't say anything.
To which he scoffs, “Mhm, juuuust as I thought. Guessin' you sent that to me on purpose then?” Gojo asks further, hips shifting against the seat of his car.
He really shouldn't have gotten so worked up, he's in the middle of a mostly-empty parking lot for christ's sake! Thank fuck for it though, at least now he can rub one out without anyone seeing him.
A groan is suppressed somewhere in Gojo's throat as he thinks, still waiting for the next chirp of a flimsy explanation from you. Even if there were people around or a car parked directly next to him, he doesn't think he'd care much—not with his beautiful roommate sitting on the phone with him all embarrassed over a delightful mistake.
“N-No, I really didn’t!” You eventually get out, cursing yourself mentally for each time you stutter.
“Mmh..” He hums unintentionally, palm rolling over his sapping cockhead through the fabric. “...Could you send me another one then?” Leaves his lips before he thinks about what he's asking for.
You freeze again.
Sure, you knew Gojo to be rather blunt at times but this? Oh, this was becoming too much all too fast. You've hardly even processed the fact that you sent him such an explicit photo of yourself in the first place!
But the more you think about it, the less embarrassed you feel. It's not like Gojo is shaming you for it. Hell, he almost sounds excited about it.
Which is exactly why you're purring a sweet, “I can show you something better instead.” within the next few seconds.
...
And then two minutes later and you’ve got your phone propped up as you fuck your fingers all desperately into your sopping cunt—Gojo's eyes not daring to break away from his screen for even a second whilst he sits on his end jerking at his flushed cock.
“Tell me how it feels, sweetheart. Talk t'me,” He grunts huskily into the phone, voice thick with arousal.
You're too busy moaning at the tension behind all of this. Masturbating with Gojo right there on the phone with you while he got himself off as well, giving him the most whorish display of you spreading your pussy out on your fingers as you imagined it was him instead.
Whining, "S-Satoruu," out with embarrassment burning your cheeks as if you weren't literally getting off to this.
His hand tries really hard to keep up with the pace at which your fingers were diving in and out of your weeping cunt but Gojo just couldn't help himself.
You were so fucking wet an his hips were jerking up into his hand without thought as he stroked himself faster and faster—only ever stopping to splatter a wad of spit into his hand and wet up his cock more.
His thumb would glide right against his most sensitive vein whenever he saw you rubbing your clit, still trying to match with you.
"Fuck, she's s'pretty," He's whispering out to you, cock sliding hot and fast into his hand before his head thumps back against the headrest of his carseat. "Got all wet like that 'cause of me, didn't you, sweet girl?"
Your fingers nearly clamp up with every heavy syllable that rumbled from deep within his throat, his voice a honeyed baritone you'd never heard from him before now. "Yes, 'Toru.. fuuuck, yes." You're whispering, too shy to bring your tone any louder.
Gojo nods and looks down at himself, the head of his cock blushing with slick arousal while he tugs at himself—hues of bashful pinks 'n embarrassed visible through the camera. Huffing, "Shiiiiit," just under his breath and then pressing his thumb in between the oozing slit of his head, "You're gonna-, hahh... s-show me again when I get home, right?"
Almost expectantly, you nod whilst your head falls back and you feel your orgasm approaching.
Now your roommate was growing even needier—if even possible by this point—and he lets out a moan that drives you right over the edge. Gojo found himself drooling as he watched you cum, knowing damn well that if he was home with you, he'd lap up every drop like he was starving for it.
A groan stings past his slavering lips and he's cumming all over his hand without realizing it, bits of creamy white splashing onto his propped-up phone. Then he's huffing into the phone, "I'm on my way home, keep her nice 'n wet for me."
You innocently bat your lashes, threatening to close your legs as you mumble, "Satoru-, hahh, what about the groceries—"
"I said I'm on my way home," He grunts, "Don't move from that position."
Gulp.
☆ Toji Fushiguro
He goes nonverbal as soon as he opens the text thread with you and hits play on that video. Mouth going dry, cock swelling almost immediately, and throat suddenly in desperate need of clearing—Toji doesn’t think he’s ever seen you in this light before now.
Your roommate is sitting on the other end of the couch you’re currently occupying, both of you having been enjoying one another’s company as you talked about some show on TV.
The conversation had carried rather quickly and at some point you had a relating video you wanted to send him. Too lazy to just show it to him on your phone (due to the absolute filth that was your camera roll), you ended up trying to send it to him instead.
Somewhat lucky for you, you actually notice the fact that you sent him the wrong thing just as he reads it and your fingers scramble across your screen trying to unsend the message. “S-Shit, Toji, please ignore that.” You’re stammering out, “Oh my god—“
“Does your mouth really open this wide?” He asks bluntly, making your whole body go all rigid.
Because instead of your desired choice of media, you actually sent him a lovely two and a half minute video of you sucking on a lengthy dildo. The video was something you’d used in the past when money got a little scarce for you—your whole face was barely visible, just the toy, your pretty manicured fingers, and your slobbering mouth.
You wish you could’ve played it off as a video of someone else but, Toji had been living with you long enough to know based on the first few seconds that it was you.
You swallow the lump of nerves sitting in your throat and glance over at the man, catching his eyes glued to the phone. “…Toji,” You end up humming, unsure of where exactly you’re gonna take this conversation from here.
He rubs a calloused hand over his jaw and tries to bite back a lopsided grin, scarred lips quirking the longer he keeps the video playing. Toji only spares you a moment’s glance before shrugging, “What? I’m just askin’.” He says all too casually.
Which reels you back to his question. Does your mouth really open this wide—what kinda’ roommate asks that after receiving such a video?
Squeezing your eyes shut for a moment, you sigh and then look back down at your phone. “Yes…” You utter slowly, too busy unsending the video to notice the way Toji’s eyes snap over to you again.
You could feel it though, his piercing verdant eyes burning through the side of your head as you avoided the entirety of it. He scoffs softly at your timidness before returning to his screen.
Unfortunately for you, he’d saved that video faster than you even sent it in the first place. Replaying it now, “Mh.” Toji hums deeply, letting a taunting smile spread across his lips as he tilts his head, “S’kinda small though--that toy of yours.”
Mind you, that was the biggest dildo you owned.
Your body was heating up now and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him for a while, just letting his words mingle in the air for a while.
And the fact that he just kept rewatching it and rewatching it and rewatching it—all while sitting just a few feet away from you—was making you nervous as hell. You could hear the sound of yourself gagging and spitting on that toy as if it were the real thing playing from his cell quietly.
Then you feel the couch shift a bit, Toji’s hips moving against it as he makes a very lazy attempt at calming himself down.
Eventually, his phone clicks off and he tosses it onto the other couch. Then he looks over at you and sprawls his legs out wider, erection twitching desperately against his thigh.
You’re slow to look at him and open your mouth to say something but, he’s already beating you to the whole speaking thing.
“C’mere,” Toji hums, patting his thighs as his gaze zeros in on your mouth. Then his tongue darts out to wet his lips and you feel yourself shiver when his voice comes out even lower. “Lemme show you what real dick feels like again.”
…..
Okay, yeah, that’s how you end up on your knees in front of him, fingernails scraping at his thighs while he keeps two big hands on the side of your head to hold you still as he fucks his fat cock into your throat.
You and Toji always had a very heavy yet unspoken sexual tension lingering between you so, it didn’t take much convincing to get you like this.
Staring oh-so-prettily up at him as drool spilled past the same lips he had bulging around his thick shaft—you were letting your roommate use you as he saw fit.
And from the moment he pressed play on that video, he wanted nothing more than exactly this.
“Mhmm, feel that weight against your tongue?” Toji grunts in between his thrusts, earning a messy nod of your head in response before he smirks. “Fuck, you feel me back there? Rubbin’ all against that pretty throat, huh?”
His voice is rough with you, filthy words flying out of him like second nature. You’re just left with bruising knees, an aching jaw, and drenched panties while he buries himself deep into your throat.
The fat, mushroom head of his cock thumps against the back of your throat and you gag on him each time—the feeling only spurring him on. That is, up until your hands tighten their grasp on his thighs and you start tugging your mouth back. You mumble something around him but it only makes him ache against your tongue.
“Where’re you goin’? You need a break?” Toji fills in for you, tugging his hips back just to take his dick into his hand and tap the thick of it all messily against your slippery lips. “It’s a lot better than that lil’ toy of yours, ain’t it?”
You’re nodding before you’re thinking, babbling below him with a cockdrunk hum of, “Uhuh..” as a dewy cobweb of spit and precum hangs sexily between him and your mouth.
His cock smacks against the skin of your lip rudely before he scoffs, “Talk to me, baby. Use your words.”
Pouting for just a moment, you let yourself catch your breath and your eyes dote up on his. “Y-Yes, Toji. It’s so much better,” You breathe out right against his saliva coated length.
Your roommate smiles way too proudly at that, “Yeahh? Y’ready for more or do you need t’go practice again?” He teases. Part of him wonders if you’d actually do that—show him in person how you take some pathetic little toy into your mouth just so he can teach you how to do it properly.
You shake your head in response to him and merely open your mouth again slowly, keeping your glossed eyes up on his and watching the way he groans at the sight of you.
“Look at’cha,” He sighs, finally angling himself back against your tongue and just barely rutting against it. “Hungry for that dick, huh?”
Your tongue laps around the crown of his oozing cock and you move your lips to messily press against it before sucking lightly.
Answering his own question, “Hah, yeahh ya’ are. Go on then,” His hand meets your jaw and he guides your mouth onto him fully, “Take what you need, doll. Get your fill.”
☆ Nanami Kento & Higuruma Hiromi
Being that the three of you live together, it was only right that you're all in the same group chat. Meaning that anything you send in there is obviously seen by both men as soon as a notification comes ringing about.
Now, you're not exactly the most careful nor particular person in the world and you send things on accident to them all the time.
One time Nanami asked you to send a grocery list... you sent a list of sex toy brands you wanted to buy. Another time Higuruma asked you to send him the link to the recipe you used on a dinner he found particularly enjoyable... you sent him a link to your most recently purchased pair of lingerie.
Of course, anytime these "accidents" happened, both men were usually close enough to exchange a glance at one another—shaking their heads at your carelessness and laughing it all off.
But, when you send three video attachments to the group chat one morning—with the intent of showing them videos of the new apartment complex you were out visiting—the last thing the two men expect to open said videos up to is you slutting yourself out on two dildos, moaning out both of their names in the process.
The moment you realize what you'd done, you tried spamming the group chat with apologetic texts, but the only thing you got in response was a simple "its fine" typed out from Nanami. Now, the obvious lack of proper grammar in his text should've been a little off to you but then again—you were in the middle of apartment fishing, and had no time to ponder on it too long.
Meanwhile, your two overworked roommates had been left in your currently shared place of living to fend for themselves against the immediate rise in their cocks that your little video caused.
...And men that sleep in the same apartment together should jerk off to their ditzy roommate together, right? There's a saying about that out there somewhere, right??
Aw, who cares. It's what Nanami and Higuruma end up doing anyway.
They were already standing in the living room together when they'd received the video and first pressed play, and now the explicit sounds of your moans were filtering through their phone speakers as the video looped on repeat.
Over 'n over, the same moans poured out from their screens at different rates—both men playing one of the three different videos at various times and causing the sloppy sounds to overlap.
Nanami's slacks strained against his thickening cock, the fabric doing very little to conceal the rigid outline that insisted on pressing upward. Then there was Higuruma who stood not too far from him, his pants tenting rather obscenely as the head of his cock revealed itself clearly against the material—going as far as dampening to the pre-cum leaking through.
All this over a couple lil' videos sent by you. What a shame.
Nanami finally shot Higuruma a sidelong glance, "You're leaking." He begins in an already deepened tone, "Didn't think the videos would hit you this hard." Then he moved his free hand to adjust himself, palming the bulge a bit roughly just to ease its prominent ache.
It seemed as though in your absence—and with this kind of thing being such a common occurrence—the two grew quite shameless with one another.
Nanami's shaft merely twitches harder under his hand and Higuruma's snorting at him as his eyes flock down to the blond's crotch, "Says the man whose cock is begging to be freed from its restraints. I bet you've been fantasizing about her riding you just like that dildo."
Reaching down, Higuruma feels for his own length through the fabric, a low groan of pleasure escaping him as he squeezes at his dick as if to restrain himself.
All the while your video played on, your mouth heard popping off of one fake cock just to moan whilst you plopped down the other, "Nngh, Kento, harderr—fuck me harder."
God, you must've been really into it the night this was recorded...
The sound of that naturally earns Nanami's eyes back on the phone, finding it endearing how you chose him to ride. Then he watched as your tongue came drooling out to swirl around the tip of your second dildo—the one he assumes you imagined to be Higuruma's—mouth gaping open as you sucked down on it in one go.
Without another word, Nanami's setting his phone down onto the coffee table, propping it up so the screen faced both he and his equally turned on roommate. The sight of you impaled on one toy whilst you gagged around another, pussy stretched wide 'n glistening, ass bouncing in tandem with every throw of your hips, and mouth slobbering in between your gurgly wet moans had the both of them hot all over.
Higuruma followed suit, turning his phone off for a moment so he could focus on the same thing as Nanami. They moved closer to each other, their shoulders brushing together as heat radiated off their bodies.
Nanami's hand found Higuruma's belt with a quickness that'd certainly let you know this wasn't the first time they'd done this had you been present to witness it. Higuruma mirrored the action on his roommate, unbuckling Nanami's belt with fingers just as efficient as his were.
Slacks hit the almost in sync, followed by boxers of two different shades—Nanami's a dark blue and Higuruma's a solid black—then the lawyer's cock sprang free first. It slaps out against his thigh with a leftly curving force, throbbing visibly though its weighty movements.
Nanami's dick followed shortly after, jumping up straight with all its inches, his veins bulging from deft base to weepy tip.
"Hahh, fuck. She's got us both a mess," Nanami muttered, wrapping a hand around his shaft to stroke slowly as his eyes narrowed onto the screen where you were now switching dildo's—the one designated for him slotting into your mouth with the way you fed it to yourself.
The other length of silicone bobbed loosely in between your legs and it had Higuruma mindlessly nodding along to Nanami's recently spoken words, "Moaning our names like that... shit-, I know she'd love seein' us like this." He husks out just as he began fisting his cock in a tightening grip, trying to match the pace of which you sunk down onto that pretty lil' toy of yours.
The size of both dildos was simply incomparable to the real thing but, then again, how could you know that? You'd never seen either of them bare—at least not for long enough to catch their exact lengths.
Though, there has been a time or two you've walked into one of them while they showered...
Jerking off side by side was alright at first, Nanami's strokes soon began to match Higuruma's rhythm and the sounds of wet skin on skin joined in with your recorded gasps. But within a few minutes, that wasn't proving to be enough for the two men.
Nanami's free hand reached over to the nearby laundry basket—the same basket they'd told you time and time again to stop leaving in random areas such as the living room—and snags up a pair of black panties you'd just worn yesterday. A faint scent of your arousal still clings to the fabric.
Dangling them teasingly in front of Higuruma, Nanami quirks a grin, "Think' she'd mind if we borrowed these?"
Higuruma's cock sobbed from the tip, a weary smirk dragging out across his face. "Nahh, she won't even notice they were used. Wrap 'em around your cock 'n tell me how it feels, won't you?" He requested as he stepped in closer, unintentionally causing their dicks to brush over one another.
Nanami draped your panties over his length, the soft fabric quickly clinging to his skin and soaking up the slick of his pre into its material. Then Higuruma pressed forward to slide his bare cock against the lace-covered one.
The friction was immediate—Nanami's shaft grounding against Higuruma's as your panties added a teasing lil' layer between them, heightening every slide.
Oh, if you walked in and saw this now, you'd probably pass out from the sight. They know you could only dream of seeing and interacting with something so sinful like this.
Higuruma reached over to grip Nanami's hip, pulling tight so that their lengths rubbed fully together, the dampening lace sousing up all that slathered along their skin. Nanami was the first to give a shallow thrust, earning a faint tearing sound from your poor panties as the head of his cock caught on Higuruma's underside just as he rolled himself back.
On the nearly forgotten screen, you were lost in aroused bliss, body arched over as you fucked yourself down harder, whimpering, "Hiro-, mmph! Fuck me full jus' like that."
Their pace quickens to match you, cocks sliding 'n bumping with an increasing sense of urgency. Your panties bunched between them, stretched taut over Nanami's girth and rawly catching at Higuruma's wide tip.
Nanami leans in, his breath hot against Higuruma's ear, "Feel that? Her panties all on my cock, grindin' against yours," He sears, "Fuck, imagine her watching—getting off to the sight of us like this."
The lace drags over Higuruma's frenulum, tugging a rather guttural moan from his throat just as Nanami bucks harder.
To counter the surprising sensation, Higuruma slides a hand up Nanami's back, his fingertips digging in as he counters with a firm little press. "S-Shit, s'too good," He gasps, "Her panties-, you-, fuck... gonna cum if we keep this up."
Their lengths stick 'n slide against one another as they stroke in tandem, precum leaking steadily now and leaving your panties to darken with saturation—each gliding motion occuring smoother-, filthier.
Your video manages to loop again, whimpers and moans echoing louder throughout the room and sending the two of them right over the edge in only a few more minutes. They rutted shamelessly, swollen cocks pulsing and knocking into one another constantly before cum was spilling out of their tips in sync.
Then the apartment door swung open.
Both of their heads turn at the same time—eyes blown wide as sweat ran down from their foreheads.
Batting those pretty eyes of yours, you were quick to extend an accusing finger at where they were connected by lace, "Uhm, are those my panties?"
No shit.
☆ Geto Suguru
You’re met with a pretty picture of his weeping cock almost immediately in response. Even though the initial picture you sent him was an accident, he doesn’t care—almost as if he’d been looking for an excuse to send something like that to you.
He’s just down the hall too, tucked in his room doing God knows what while you sit there with your jaw slack in surprise as you stare at the pornographic image he’d sent to you. Part of you wondered if he genuinely had the picture on standby.
Geto’s dick is gorgeous, unfairly so. You end up sitting there, chewing on your fingernail as you literally admire the sight of his dick thoughtlessly.
He’s got all these staggering inches to him, lengthy fingers wrapped oh-so-tightly around his base, dark raven-shaded happy trail just barely visible from the angle at which the photo was taken, and a profuse blush decorating his handsome face as his head is seen tipped back ever so slightly.
Luckily for you, not only does Geto send you a picture but this image in particular happens to be a live image. You don't even realize until your finger accidentally presses against your screen a bit longer than intended and suddenly a sound hits your ears.
Your roommate who you've been living with for ages now, groans out your name in a raspy baritone that makes your thighs clamp together. You find yourself swallowing profusely, mouth on the verge of drooling as Geto’s thick hand slides upward along his cock and then back down—pearly white cum dribbling past his fat tip just as your name tiptoes past his lips.
You're unsure if you let out a gasp or moan in surprise but a noise of some sort escapes you.
And before you got the chance to come to your senses and realize this was your roommate you were looking at, there was a knock on your door and your heart was jumping out of your chest—phone nearly slipping out of your hand.
"Y-Yes?" You squeak out unintentionally sharply, as if you'd been caught doing something you weren't supposed to be doing.
Taking your response as a nod to enter, your room door swings open and in walks that roommate of yours. Shutting the door behind him with a soft click and wearing the smuggest grin ever, Geto’s violet eyes fall onto you instantly and he already looks feral.
You gulp, "Suguru-"
"Strip." He breathes out heavily, hands already working his shirt up and over his head before he flings it elsewhere. Your eyes only get the chance to rake down his body for a second before you spot his fully hard cock straining against his sweats.
As for his little command, that was roughly what led you to the position you’re in now. Nails scraping at his back as if a silent plea for mercy, legs flailing around his waist, body folded and stretched to his desired position, and the puffy lips of your cunt spread so skillfully around the heavy thickness of his cock.
You don’t really remember how you went from accidentally sending him an explicit picture to this but even if you wanted to complain, you were too busy breathing out sweet moans of his name into his ear for you to care.
“Suguruu,” Pours out your lips in a syrupy sweet tone that he groans at, all as he stretches you so wide and messy on his dick.
Grunting, “Fuuuck, y’know how long I, hah, wanted to do this?” Geto admits heavily, hips snapping, “Thought about it so many times—you takin’ every inch of me like this. Mgh.. feels even better than I imagined.”
Your brows are pushed together all cutely and you think your breath hitches at his little admission, peering up at him all softly with a stammer of, “You t-thought about this, Sugu?”
Nodding almost drunkenly, “Uhuh, every fuckin’ night. Dreamt of havin’ you spread open f’me like this.” Geto purrs out honestly. Then he leans up a little and glances down, watching your pussy swallow his bulging inches with such greed he can hardly even comprehend. “Oh fuck, look at her. She’s so sloppy f’me, crying all over that cock like she’s been waiting for this too.”
Your lashes flutter at the implication alone, “Hnngh-, I-I haven’t-“
“Oh don’t lie, princess. It’s okay if you thought about it a few times." Geto's cooing out to you all of a sudden, as if he wanted there to be truth in the statement. Voice breath and thrusts growing heavier, "Especially if you were thinkin’ about this while you took that... mgh, slutty lil’ picture—all arched over ‘n soaked..”
“Sugu," You whine bashfully at him, catching the way his lust-struck eyes flock back up to your face before he flashes a painfully sinful smile at you.
“Gorgeous girl,” He heaves, moving a hand to your lower abdomen just to apply a heat of pressure and make sure you feel his curved cock pepper your sweet spot with nasty jabs, “Wanna have you arched over jus’ like in that picture after this. Hah, yeahhh, wanna’ watch you spread that needy pussy open just for me.”
“Ohmygod-, S-Suguru,” You're eyes are rolling back and although he's not sure if that's because of his words or the way he was letting you get a stuffing feel of his cock—he bites his lip at the sound.
Talking a bit softer to you now, “Ohh, you like this, huh?” Geto asks as he keeps that one hand in place and moves the other to the underside of your thigh and stretches you wider for him.
“Mhmm,” You hum between your moaning in response. It should be a crime for your roommate to be fucking you this good. Perhaps you should have gone to him for this sooner.
You always had an inkling he was a freak in bed but actually experiencing it was making you cream around his cock over and over again—it was almost like he knew your body better than you did.
“‘Course you do,” Geto adds on as he leans up again. Then he's shooting a fat and heavy wad of spit down to your clit, swiping his thumb down to swat at the needy bud, “I knew my pretty lil’ roommate had a slutty side to her.”
Your back arches up just a bit and your words come out almost all in one breath, “Y-You’re just as bad."
Cocking his head to the side now, Geto smiles again, “Think so?”
Now he was determined to fuck you to tears just because you said that. His thumbing picks up and he was spelling his first name out against your dripping clit, his weight starting to press down against you before he hooks an arm under your leg and starts pulling you to meet his thrusts.
“Uhuh,” Is all you could babble out in response to him, nodding so stupidly that you'd be embarrassed right now if you weren't too busy cumming again.
Geto feels it but instead of bringing attention to the nth orgasm he's brought you to, he groans, “I can be worse."
To which you whine prettily enough for him to nearly blow his load into you right then and there, “Mmgh, f-fuck, you want that don’t you? Want me to talk you to filth?” He breathes out softly.
You're nodding again, hands coming up to grab and scratch at any part of his skin you could reach. Each time your nails graze him, he lets out a low hiss as if he wanted more.
Then Geto leans down one last time, rolling his hips down into yours and rubbing the blushing head of his cock all sloppily against your walls before whispering, “Well, s’long as you promise to let me take your next slutty picture, sure.”
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